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Mathias.

If I were you, I'd turn around
and get back in your car

and move off, all right?

Sorry, sir. I didn't know.
I wasn't here when you arrived.

That's all right.

DC Lloyd Elis, sir. I'm
looking forward to meeting you.

Yes, it's just around
the corner, sir.

See if traffic has a
visual of the car leaving town,

and then double check the
admission list in the hospital.

Yes, ma'am.

- Good morning.
- Hi.

This way.

Who's Johnny Cash?

That's Eurof Daniel.

Local preacher
and friend of Helen Jenkins,

the woman who lives here.

- Mrs?
- Miss.

Mid 60s, devout chapel goer,
no children, no close family.

Wasn't at chapel this morning.

He came to check to
see she was OK.

Found the door wide open
and the carnage inside.

I'll need to speak to him.

He already knows that,
sir.

- You'll need these, sir.
- Thanks.

- You got a bag?
- James, bag.

A broken tooth. Nasty.

- Vivid.
- Not my color.

Might just be another
wild bath night in Aberystwyth,

but I doubt it.

DI Rhys.

Get onto traffic. The
victim and a car are missing.

She's definitely
not in the hospital,

and there's still
no sign of her car.

But we've mobilized
all available personnel

and checking all possible leads.

- What does she drive?
- Red Rover.

- Big enough to move a body?
- Yes, sir.

- That's cheerful?
- Huh?

Salem By Sydney Vosper.

The devil's face
is said to be hidden

in the folds of
the Welsh lady's shawl.

My grandmother showed it to me
when I was small.

It still gives me the creeps.
Do you see it?

- No.
- Perhaps you're not

looking hard enough, sir.

Perhaps I need
the help of your grandmother?

When was the last time
you saw Helen Jenkins?

Last Monday.

You seem very sure about that.

I see Helen every Monday.

She cleans the chapel.
Has done so for many years.

Were you a regular visitor here,
Mr Daniel?

No. Helen likes her own company.

Keen boat builder, was she?

- Not as far as I know.
- Well, someone she knows is.

I can't imagine who.

Where were you last night?

- At home. I...
- Can anybody verify that?

Verify?

Mr Daniel's his wife passed away
less than a year ago, sir.

I'm sorry to hear that, Eurof.

We'll be in touch.

How long have you known him?

Most to my life.
He's a family friend.

- Good man?
- Absolutely.

- Further to fall, then.
- Oh, for God's sake.

You can't suspect him.

Excuse me, sir.
The super's here to see you.

Thank you, Elis.

Have you met
most of the team, then?

A little sooner than expected.

I've got half the cognoscenti
of Aberystwyth

in their Sunday chinos

waiting to meet you
up at the university.

It's been a busy day, sir.

Not every Sunday's like this.

I hear you've already mobilized

most of the police resources
of West Wales.

- Do you have a body?
- Not yet.

Well, it's a big call
for a missing person.

It was a vicious attack, sir.

And if the victim
is Helen Jenkins,

she's already lost
a great deal of blood.

Unless she's had medical
attention in the last 12 hours,

as far as I'm concerned,
this is a murder inquiry.

- OK. Keep me informed.
- I will.

Thank you, sir.

Forensics say
there may be three or four

different shoe marks
in the hallway of the chalet.

There's no sign of
forced entry or anything

to suggest that it was
a robbery that went wrong.

So perhaps she knew
her assailant.

Sorry I'm late, sir. DS Owens.

We expected you
an hour ago.

I know, but I had to travel back
from Cardiff, and...

Don't be late again.

I won't be, sir.

- Have you been briefed?
- Yes, ma'am, by me.

I'm up to speed.

Saturday night, Helen Jenkins
lays out some clean clothes

and takes a bath.

She puts on some red lipstick.
She wants to look nice.

- For who?
- The boat builder?

Or the preacher?

But for some reason,
is attacked violently,

- her teeth are knocked out.
- Stabbed?

No weapon has been found,
but the excessive blood loss

would suggest
that kind of attack.

So there's a struggle.
The Vosper painting is smashed,

and she's dragged outside,
put in the back of a car,

and driven into the night. Why?

- For dumping, sir?
- Possibly.

- If she's already dead.
- And if not?

The killer wanted her
to suffer.

Find out all you can
about Helen Jenkins.

From what we can gather, she
lived a quiet, frugal existence,

but who does she know?

Or, more importantly, who might
have a motive strong enough

- to want to hurt her so badly?
- Yes, sir.

I've already done a bit of
homework on Helen Jenkins, sir.

She ran the Pontarfynach
Children's Home from 1979

'til it closed in '96.

It's now
the Devil's Bridge Hotel, sir.

Devil's Bridge.

On the A4120 out of Aberystwyth.

It's about 20 minutes away.
To the southeast.

Hmm.

It's as clear as day, when you
know what you're looking for.

If you don't eat
your greens,

we'll send you
to Devil's Bridge.

I was scared stiff of the place
when I was a kid.

- How come?
- According to legend,

it's where the devil was tricked
by an old lady.

One day, an old lady
and her cow got separated.

She was on one side the river,
the cow was on the other.

While she was standing there,
wondering how to get it back,

the devil appeared, and offered
to build her a bridge.

But his price was the soul

of the first living thing
to cross it.

She agreed. Next morning, bingo.

There's a bridge.

The devil says I've kept
my promise, now you keep yours.

The old lady took a loaf
of bread out of her basket,

threw it across the bridge,
and her dog ran after it.

So the devil was tricked
by an old lady.

Yep.

The devil was so embarrassed, he
never set foot in Wales again.

Some would say
that he never left.

Check out the back.

Hello?

Alfie!

Alfie!

Alfie!

The bugger doesn't listen
to a word I say.

My dog.

He's down there, somewhere.

Oh, he'll come back
when he's ready.

I'll see you
in my office at 5 o'clock.

Why haul the body
all the way out here?

Why risk getting caught?

Maybe it wasn't preplanned.

He thought she was dead

and panicked when he realized
she was still alive.

Alive or dead, the killer
was making a statement.

He was bringing
Helen Jenkins home.

You'd be pushed
to call this home.

Not if you're the devil.

I need names of all the kids
that went to the home

during the time
Helen Jenkins ran it.

The children, staff,
anyone connected with the place.

I want to know who they were
and where are they now.

We're already working on it,
sir.

Good.

Dr Haydn Blake's on his way in.

Helen Jenkins was his cleaner
for three years.

I'll send someone down
to talk to him.

No.
You do this one yourself, Tom.

Haydn's a good friend.

Plays a big part
in our community here.

He'll appreciate
the personal touch.

Right, sir.

Helen was our cleaner.

She worked at the surgery
for three years. She was good.

But we started to notice
money was missing.

- How much?
- Only small sums.

Ten pounds here,
twenty pounds there.

But it added up over the months.

So you sacked her?

It wasn't just the money.

She started handing these out
to some of my patients.

Young women, mostly.

Warning them of
the perils of sin.

I couldn't allow that.

When was this?

Six months ago.

Pity. New cleaner's
not a patch on Helen.

Thank you very much, Dr Blake.

We missed you this afternoon.

At our little gathering.

You were there?

We were all there.

Yeah?

Excuse me, sir.

I've been looking
at Miss Jenkins's accounts, sir.

No major debts. No mortgage.

Makes regular,
small contributions

- to the chapel fund.
- Forensics? Thanks.

50 pound,
usually less in recent months.

She lost her job.

But she made two other payments,
sir.

Big ones in April and September.

Both for 500 pound,
and both to a Hywel Maybury.

He works at the amusements
on the pier, sir.

Good work.

How's your accommodation, sir?

Perfect, thank you, DC Elis.

- How's yours?
- Um...

Very good, sir. Thank you.

"The night is fast spent,
the day is at hand."

"Let us, therefore,
cast off the works of darkness,

and let us put on
the amour of light."

Not what you want to hear
in the doctor's surgery

on a Monday morning,
with two screaming kids.

A religious zealot.

Or a devout woman who sincerely
believed she was helping.

By stealing the petty cash.

Where's the quote from?

Saint Paul to the Romans.

- You went to Sunday school.
- Perhaps I still do, sir.

Hywel Maybury?

- What about him?
- I need to talk to him.

Join the club, then.
Haven't seen him since Friday.

Is it unusual for him
to miss work?

I can't remember the last time.

He'd come in on Christmas Day
if I let him.

- He's a good worker. Useful.
- What do you mean?

He can fix things
we'd otherwise have to trash.

- Saves us a fair bit.
- Got an address for him?

- Yeah, somewhere.
- Can you get it for me?

Hywel Maybury's flat
is on the, uh, first floor.

Any idea of his
movements?

Oh, I cant say.
Hywel is that quiet,

it's hard to tell
if he's in or not.

Try, Mr Latimer.

Well... I let his mam in last
Tuesday, if that's any help.

- His mother?
- Yeah.

She comes in every week
to clean.

His mammy cleans for him,
does she?

Well, I think so.

Did he have
any other visitors? Girlfriend?

Coch-y-bonddu.

Classic trout fly.

Good, isn't he?

You into fishing, inspector?

No.

Sir?

Is this Hywel Maybury?

Yes.

And that's his mam.

Helen Jenkins
was brutally assaulted

in her own home,
then taken to Devil's Bridge,

where we believe
she was dumped in a river.

She ran Pontarfynach Children's
Home between 1979 and 1996,

and we're very keen to speak
to ex-residents of the home,

especially Hywel Maybury,

who we believe was a close
acquaintance of Miss Jenkins.

The victim's car,
a red Rover 100,

registration N347 EPO,

was are used by the killer
to move her.

The car is still missing
and it is vital that we find it.

Any questions?

Helen Jenkins cleaned
for Maybury, gave him money.

Was she his lover? Is that
why she wore the lipstick?

Maybe the lipstick wasn't
for him and he got jealous?

Or was she the mother
he never had?

Helen Jenkins had several
assistants at Pontarfynach,

but it seems she was
the only one who lived in.

How many children
went through there

- during Helen Jenkins's time?
- Almost 50.

How many have you traced?

- Seven so far.
- No, eight.

Only one still in Aberystwyth,
most have moved away, sir.

Getting as far away
from the place as possible,

- if you ask me.
- But we're not asking you.

- It's just an opinion.
- If you're unhappy here...

I didn't say I was unhappy.
I just...

Just give us that facts, Sian,
please.

Didn't mean to snap.

- Where were we?
- Catrin John.

She's the only one we've traced
who's still in Aberystwyth.

She lives on
the Glanrhyd estate now.

- Number?
- 32.

Would you mind
keeping your voices down?

Only the little one's upstairs
and asleep.

Of course. We're talking to
everyone who knew Miss Jenkins.

Trying to get an idea
of her movements

over the last week or so.

Pontarfynach kids
are a good place to start.

Plenty of them
will be glad she's dead.

Including you?

Once, definitely. Not now.

What's changed?

Me.

I've made something of my life.

Nice house, happy marriage.

And a baby?

My little Awen, yes.

That bad start
made me what I am.

Now I'm a mother, so
something good came out of it.

Have you had any contact
with Helen Jenkins recently?

No. She's part of my past.

I'd rather she stayed there.

Did she treat you badly?

There were rumors
of cruelty.

They were true.

And not just to the kids either.

She was horrible
to everyone there.

- Especially Byron.
- Byron?

Byron Rogers.
Our job man and gardener.

Did anything she told him.

Does Byron still live locally?

I've no idea. Sorry.

Where were you
last Saturday evening?

I was... here.

Can anyone vouch for that?

Only Awen, but she can't
talk yet, bless her.

Where was your husband?

Dyfed? Away.

Singing. He's in a choir.

I'm really sorry
but Awen's due a feed.

Do you mind if I see to her?

No, not at all. Carry on.

- Tidy in there.
- Very.

My house was a tip when
my daughter Elin was a baby.

Elin. Nice name.

She's a nice girl.

I hope you're not
looking for guests.

- Business bad?
- Bloody awful.

And bodies in the ravine
won't help. Horrible.

We should never have bought
this place.

- We?
- Me and Daf. Daft bugger.

- When was that?
- '98.

You should've seen the place
when we moved in.

The authority couldn't afford
the repairs,

so they just locked up
and walked away.

It was six months
before we were able to take

our first paying guests.

- How many rooms?
- 15.

- Staff?
- Just me.

Getting people out here
is a bit of a nightmare.

- What's through there?
- Top floor.

Daf had big plans,
but they didn't include dying.

It's not been touched.

It's still the Pontarfynach
Children's Home up there.

- Celtic?
- What?

That spiral.

It looks more like
a walnut whip to me.

The kids who were here,
we assumed.

The authority promised
to take it all away.

Looks like case notes.

- Can I take these?
- Take them all, love.

I hate it up here.

Dav used to tease,
but I swear, some nights...

I'll leave you to it.

Everyone who's stayed here
in the last three years

is in there.

Perfect. Can I borrow this, too?

Be my guest.

Thanks.

Hope you catch him soon.

See if any of the names in there

match those
in the Pontarfynach list.

- And find a Super 8 projector.
- Super 8, sir. Right.

Dyfed Williams was exactly
where Catrin says he was.

Choral trip to Lampeter.

Coach dropped him off just
after half eleven on Saturday.

Read this. Any progress?

Getting there, but it's slow.

These all joined the army,
these emigrated or moved abroad.

- And these?
- Dead.

Any news on Byron Rogers?

Does odd jobs around the place,
sir.

Got an address for him.

Listen to this. "He's bed
wetting now on a nightly basis."

"Constant demands
for attention."

"Confined to hard room
for weekend." Hard room?

Signed "Helen Jenkins".
No wonder they hated her.

- Byron Rogers?
- Yes.

Have you got a minute?

I'd like to talk to you
about to Helen Jenkins.

I looked after
the house and gardens,

drove the minibus
to chapel on Sundays.

Did you and Helen get on?

- She was my boss.
- That's not what I asked.

Yes. I got on with her.

When did you
last speak with her?

I haven't spoken to her
in years.

But you were her right-hand man.

I was just doing my job.

Do you remember Hywel Maybury?

- Yes.
- Did Helen Jenkins

treat him differently
to the other children?

- Differently?
- Well, did she favor him

or mistreat him
more than the others?

No.

Did you agree with her methods?

Wasn't my place
to agree or disagree.

When was the last
time you saw Maybury?

The day the home closed.

Anyone else
from the home?

Where were you Saturday night?

- Here.
- Alone?

- Yes.
- Doing what?

Working on this.

Have you ever built a boat?

Why would I need a boat?

I found that
motor car, VRM November 347,

Echo Kappa Oscar.

Refers to a Rover 100,
red in color,

registered to Helen Jenkins.

Yeah, that's received.
Delta Charlie Zero.

Catrin John's best friend
at the home was Jenny James.

They were quite a pair.

The tabloids christened them
Satan's daughters.

In 1987,
they set light to their school.

Both had records with difficult,
violent behavior.

Pontarfynach
was last chance saloon.

Next stop, the remand home.

Helen Jenkins
made an off-the-cuff comment

about them being proof of
innate evil, original sin,

and the need to drive out
the devil.

- The press leapt on it.
- Salem.

She said
they were possessed,

but they were just
two nine-year-old foster kids

who'd been badly let down
by the system.

Jenny James?

A regular customer
over the years, sir.

Minor stuff mostly.
Petty theft, D&D.

Initially we traced her
to an address

in the Grangetown area of
Cardiff but I double checked.

She's back in Aberystwyth,
not far from the harbor.

- Does Jenny James live here?
- Now what?

Last time I saw her was
Saturday morning. We had a row.

- What was it about?
- What it's always about.

This. And this.

And this.

She'll be back in a day or so,
in a right mess.

"I'm so sorry, Lee.
Please forgive me, Lee."

Yeah, right. Till the next time.

Only, she's never stayed away
this long before.

She sleeps in here
when we've had a ruck,

which is like always these days.

Did you run out of paint?

I was trying to cheer her up
a bit. She went mental.

Ranting on about how she
didn't deserve nothing

apart from a hard room.

And then she just buggered off.

I just want her to be happy.

We'll need a photo.

It was mischief,
a prank.

But the papers made out it was
some sort of satanic ritual.

The truth is, Jenny and I
were never taught the difference

between right and wrong.

Until you met Helen Jenkins.

She certainly thought
she knew the difference,

and how to teach us.

Why didn't you
mention this before?

Didn't seem relevant.

It was such a long time ago,
and we were kids.

When the home closed,

I wanted to get
as far away from it is possible.

I knew I'd been bad,

but it seemed like an ideal
moment to make a new start.

The problem was, Jenny couldn't.

She got in with the wrong crowd,
and we went our separate ways.

But you were close once.

Once.

She was the only friend
I had in the world, Mr Matthias.

Helen was very proud

of how well Catrin
had done for herself.

She felt that
she'd really achieved something.

She wasn't so successful
with Jenny.

Oh, well.

Jenny was already a lost soul,
Mared.

Did she ever confide in you?

I tried to encourage the
children to talk to me, but...

. .they didn't always
tell me the truth.

I'll need the shoes
you were wearing last Sunday,

to eliminate you
from our inquiries.

Yes, of course.

I'll get them for you now.

Help yourself to some tea.

Helen was really fundamental
in her beliefs.

She believed the devil needed
driving out of the children.

Yeah, well... He was very real
to her, you see.

Perhaps all she did
was drive him deeper into them.

- Send mam and dad my best.
- I will.

Agnes?

Maybury!

I need to talk to someone.

Mathias.

You better get back here

- as soon as possible.
- Why, what is it?

Jenny James has just
turned herself in.

She says she killed
Helen Jenkins.

Why were you hiding
in that hole?

Were you scared?

Were you running away
because you did something

you were ashamed of?

Did you kill Helen Jenkins,
Hywel?

- How did you kill her?
- I hit her.

- With what?
- Vase.

Smashed her head in,
knocked the bitch's teeth out.

What did you do that?

She took out our teeth
with no anesthetic.

Liked seeing us suffer.

I gave her a taste
of her own meds.

Then what did you do?

Stabbed her.

Dragged her out the front door
and put her in the car.

- What sort of car?
- A little red one.

Then I drove it up
to Devil's Bridge.

And then what you do?

Stopped on the bridge,
pulled her out

and shoved her into the river.

- Did you have help?
- No.

You took her out of the car,

and lifted her over
the parapet on your own?

Yeah.

You look happy, the both of you.

I was happy.

She was happy.

- It was a happy day.
- Sounds lovely.

Tell me about it.

It was my birthday.

So I went out fishing.

Caught a sea bass
and she cooked it for me.

Helen? Did Helen cook the fish?

Is that why you went
around there on Saturday,

so she could cook for you?

What happened on Saturday,
Hywel?

I was scared.

That's why I ran away.

Did she do something
that made you angry?

It wasn't my fault.

I went there because
I used to live there.

- To Helen's house.
- The hotel.

We lived there once.
It was our home.

I thought I'd be safe.

But nowhere's safe.
They always spit in your face.

- Who does?
- Everyone!

They blame me.

It wasn't my fault.

Did Helen blame you, Hywel?

Is that why you were angry?

Did she shout at you?
Did she call you names?

Is that why you hurt her?

- Hywel!
- I didn't hurt her!

I didn't touch her!
I didn't! I didn't!

That's enough.

He was there.

His waders match
the prints in the chalet.

- He was there.
- Did he kill her?

He's certainly capable
of killing her.

But whatever he did,
whatever he saw,

he's deeply traumatized by it.

- Maybe an act?
- No, no, I think it's genuine.

DCI Mathias. I'm sorry,

but my client isn't in any fit
mental state to be interviewed.

I'd like him
psychologically assessed

before further questioning.

With respect, I think
you're being a little premature.

Let me continue the interview.
If he breaks down again...

I'm sorry. It has to stop now.

Miss Walters,
this is a murder inquiry.

Our primary concern is...
is to find the killer.

Can I suggest
that we trust the judgment

of Dr Haydn Blake,
our police surgeon,

in assessing Mr Maybury's
fitness to continue?

Feel free to use the phone
in my office, please.

Jenny, hi.

Do you know this picture?

Yeah.

She had one hanging
on the wall at the home.

Did she have one anywhere else?

How would I know?

Devil's Bridge
is a long way to go

with a body
in the back of the car.

Weren't you worried
about being caught?

Never thought about it.

Why Devil's Bridge, Jenny?

It's where she took us
when we'd been bad.

Down the bottom.

Said the devil lived there.

If we didn't repent,
he'd take our souls,

and we'd burn in hell forever.

Well, she's lying.

There's a knack.

Thanks.

She's lying to protect someone.

Who? Maybury?

Well, he was definitely
at the scene.

That's something else you'll
have to get used to around here.

Do you think I came here
by choice?

The official line is
that you did. Yep.

And unofficially?

We're in luck.
You can question Maybury again.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Dr Blake's a valuable resource
to have at our disposal.

So I see.

Right.
Let's get on with it.

I should have told her.

- Her?
- Helen.

Miss Jenkins.
I should've told her,

and not been ashamed
of what they'd say.

She helped me.

She gave me money,

and she hardly had any
for herself.

She cared for me.

He had a boat.

Who did?

Her grandfather.

He used to take her out
in his boat.

They use to catch fish
and cook it on the fire.

She said she was happy then.

But when he died,
she lost the boat too.

I said I'd build her a boat,

and take her out fishing,
like she used to.

To pay her back for helping me.

I wanted her to know
that I needed her,

to be like a mother is.

I wanted her to need me
like a son.

She did.

It was our secret.

So I told nobody.

But you've told us, Hywel.

That's a good thing.

Because we're going to find out
who hurt her.

So you need to tell us
what happened.

What you saw
when you went to Helen's house.

Will you do that for us?

Hywel?

For Helen's sake.

I'd been fishing.

I caught two fish.

I came up from the beach
to Helen's house.

The door was open,
banging in the wind.

I saw a car leave. Helen's car.

- Could you see who was driving?
- No.

No, too dark.

I went into the house.

It was bad. There was blood.

Where?

On the floor.

All over the bathroom.

Everywhere. Lots of blood.

I ran away.

I knew they'd blame me.

But I didn't hurt her.

- I should've told her.
- Told her what, Hywel?

I wanted to tell her,
but I couldn't.

I didn't kill her!

I loved her.

What should we do about Jenny?

We've still got plenty of time
to question her.

Let her stew for now

and see what she has to say
in the morning.

Just think what kind of
lives those kids would have had

if their parents
would have done their job.

It's not rocket science,
it's just basic care.

Put your hand over your mouth
when you cough.

Don't pick your nose in public.
All that small stuff.

It all adds up.

The only thing a child needs
is to feel safe and warm...

..and to know that
they're loved.

Scilly Automatic.

Northwest by north 2.

27 miles,
1,018 rising more slowly.

Milford Haven, west,
northwest 2.

18 miles, 1,017 rising slowly.

Christ.

Who pulled them out,
you or Helen?

- What?
- It's a simple question.

Who was it?

Who pulled their teeth out?

You or her?

She did.

Miss Jenkins.

A lot of the children
had bad teeth.

They needed to come out.

It wasn't worth bothering
the tooth fairy for?

Or worth giving them
anything for the pain?

I didn't like her doing it.

Perhaps I should have
stopped her.

So why didn't you?

Were you scared of her, too?

Did she threaten
to lock you in the hard room?

Did she say that the devil would
come and take away your soul,

that you'd burn in hell forever
for your sins?

I think she was murdered
because of something

that happened in that home,
Byron.

Something you know about.

I didn't kill her.

Then who did?

I don't know.

There's a pattern
in the lawn at Pontarfynach.

A spiral. You remember it?

Yes. It's been there for years.

What does it mean?

It's about the journey
you make

between life and death.

What happened at
the home, Byron?

You know something,...

...and you are going to tell me.

Someone's been sending
the hotel register,

using Jenny James's
old address in Grangetown.

- Emma Jones?
- Yeah.

You think it could be Jenny
James, using a false name?

Could be.

Better phone Mathias.

I've been going through
the hotel register, sir.

- And?
- An Emma Jones

has been staying at the
Devil's Bridge Hotel

every year,
for the last three years.

She stays in the same room,
on the same date.

January 28th,
except for this year.

The same day Helen Jenkins
was killed.

Yes, sir.
She calls herself Emma Jones.

But she uses the same address
we traced Jenny James to

- in Grangetown.
- You think it might be her?

Yes, sir, using a false name.

I think you're right, Lloyd.

Yes. Room 10.

Every January 28th.

She arrives at tea time,
comes straight up here,

emerges the next morning,
has an early breakfast,

see you next year, gone.

You have no idea why she comes
on that particular date?

No, and I've never asked.

As long as she pays,
and doesn't nick the towels,

I don't much care.

Is this Emma Jones?

No.

What about her?

When was this taken?

When she was about 17.

Well, she hasn't
changed that much.

Yeah. That's her.

Definitely. That's Emma Jones.

Catrin John.

You've got to talk
to Jenny James.

Do not release her. You got me?
Arrest her if you have to,

but Jenny James must not
leave the premises.

Ask her about Catrin.

She's our Emma Jones.

Where's Catrin?

It's just a name
she picked at random,

as far as I know.

She was Catrin John
when I met her.

And room 10.
Every January 28th.

Why that room? That day?

I don't know.

Perhaps it was to remind herself
of who she once was.

Why would she do that?

When she's tried so long
to forget her past.

- I don't know.
- You don't seem to know much

about your own wife at all,
Mr. Williams.

I thought I knew her.

Catrin only wanted to be married
and have a family.

But having a baby must've
meant so much to you.

Awen, isn't it?

- Yes.
- Where is she now?

- She's upstairs.
- Well, she's very quiet.

- Is she asleep?
- Yes.

Can I see her photograph?

I... took them all down.

Why, Dyfed?

I left Catrin two months ago.

Where were you
on Saturday night?

Singing with the choir.

Minibus dropped me off outside,
like always.

Did you come into the house?

I walked back to the B&B.

I tried to understand.
I tried to protect her.

But... it's like there's
a part of her locked away

I just can't reach.

Catrin was raped.

The home.

She was 13. She got pregnant.

Who was it, Jenny?

We don't know.
Neither does she.

You've no idea, have you?

Haven't a clue
what that place was like.

We were drugged
most of the time.

Diazepam and pinned down.

Locked up in the hard room

if we so much
as raised our voices.

The hard room?

On the first floor.

That's where it happened.

Room 10.

As soon as the baby
started to show,

Catrin was hidden away,
out of sight.

That's when she
started to change.

Wasn't interested in me anymore.

Only her baby.

She was everything to me.

I was nothing to her after that.

Nothing.

And the baby?

Catrin had the baby.

Jenkins let her
hold her for a bit.

Then she took
the little thing away.

Catrin's never seen Emma since.

Emma Jones.

That was the baby's name.

Fresh air?

Just a walk around the block.

Haven't you forgotten something?

The baby.

- She's with Catrin.
- You said you were

- looking after her.
- I am.

I was.

- Shall I check if she's there?
- No, please.

I'd rather you didn't.

Where's Catrin gone, Dyfed?

I only lied cos I love her.

I wrote to her
when I was in Cardiff.

Told her how much I missed her.

She never wrote back.

So I came back to see her.

She wasn't interested in me.

All she wanted to know
was what happened to Emma.

I told her I didn't know
where her baby was.

She said she'd do to me what
she'd done to Helen Jenkins

if I didn't tell her.

I was scared.

She was gonna kill me.

I just told her...

What did you tell her, Jenny?

Byron Rogers.

Interview suspended. 18:10.

The more we can get out
of Dyfed about Catrin,

the more likely we are
to find her.

Get Ellis to meet me outside
Byron Rogers's house.

I'm on my way. Lloyd.

Byron?

Ambulance, please.

Wine Street. SY23.

Catrin got here first.

I've mobilized all units
and alerted the press.

Catrin John is an extremely
disturbed individual.

She's killed once
and is likely to kill again.

Catrin and Jenny
suffered at the hands

of the gutter press as children.

I'm just asking that
we keep this low key.

Restrain, sir.

I can assure you, Tom.

Anything I issue to the press
will reflect your concerns.

That's all I ask. Thank you.

Jenny!

Catrin wanted a baby
more than breath.

Tried for years.

And then it just happened.

Suddenly, she was pregnant,

and it was like
Christmas every day.

She was so happy.

Three weeks before full term,
the baby stopped moving.

She had the scan and...

...the baby had died.

Called it Awen.

She insisted on
keeping the nursery

and going through
the whole routine.

Feeding, changing nappies.

On a doll.

Then she became obsessed
by Emma.

Had to find her.

As if it would compensate
somehow for the loss of Awen.

I couldn't hack it.

Maybe if I'd tried harder, Helen
Jenkins would still be alive.

Byron Rogers is in theater now,
sir.

Touch and go, I'm afraid.

- Any news on Catrin?
- Nothing yet, sir.

Will you come
and help me find Catrin?

Hello, Emma.

Is something wrong?

You've never missed before.

That room is very
special to me.

I was a mother here.

In room 10.

For the first time in my life,

I knew what it was like
to be loved.

But I lost her.

Are you alright?

Why don't you come inside
for a while?

You can go into the room.

Sir, we found
Catrin John's car.

It was abandoned in the woods
at Devil's Bridge.

Tell Agnes to lock
all the doors

and get any units
we have up there now.

- I'm on my way,
- Sir, wait.

- What?
- Byron Rogers didn't make it.

He died half an hour ago.

Stay here. Don't move.

Agnes?

Agnes?

Agnes?

Oh, God! Am I glad to see you.

- Where's Catrin?
- I saw her in the garden.

We talked, and she flipped!

When she saw one of
the prints in the hotel,

she smashed it to pieces,
and she dragged me up here.

Where's she gone?

Catrin?

I used to like coming here,
Mr. Daniel.

- All of us did.
- Yes.

We used to share our secrets
with you.

Do you remember, Mr. Daniel?

Yes, I do. I do.

I felt safe here.

It was how I felt
heaven must be.

Is it like heaven, Mr. Daniel?

Yes.

- I trusted you.
- Yes.

I needed you to believe me.

And you didn't. Do you remember?

- I want her in a stab vest.
- Jenny?

She's our backup,
if plan A fails.

She knows Catrin
better than any of us.

It's a risk, but
I'll take full responsibility.

You know we shouldn't
be doing this.

- Come on, Mared.
- Right. Let's do it, then.

Make sure that
everyone stays back.

I told you a bad thing
happened.

That someone had attacked me.

Raped me.

And you wouldn't believe me.

I was pregnant, Mr. Daniel!

You know where she is,
don't you?

Where's Emma?
Tell me, you bastard!

No, Catrin, don't.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to help you.

This is between
me and Mr. Daniel.

Mr. Daniel doesn't know
where Emma is.

But I might be able to find her.

How?

I'm a detective.

Finding people is what I do.

We've already started
looking for her.

Where?

Give me the scissors, and we
can go and find her together.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
Trust me.

I don't trust anyone.

They just...

Was it you?

Was it you who raped me?

No.

No, it wasn't me.

He hurt me.

Jenny heard him.

She tried to help me.

She loves you.

I know.

Right, come with me.

She misses you.

That's why she's come
with me to see you.

She's outside,
waiting to talk to you.

Would you like to see her?

Give me your hand

and we'll go out
together to see her.

No!

Catrin, it's OK.

Jenny!

No.

Are you out there?

I've got to talk to her.

Please, let me go in
and talk to her.

No, it's too risky.

You're lying.

She's not out there.

Jenny!

Jenny, stop!

Jenny!

Catrin!

We've been looking for Catrin,
haven't we, Jenny?

Yeah, we have.

I missed you.

I've been looking for Emma.

I know.

I can't find her.

Byron wouldn't tell me.

I didn't want to hurt him.

But he just wouldn't say.

He didn't know, Catrin.

That's why.

Then why did you
tell me he did?

Because I was scared.

I thought you'd hurt me.

Jenny, as if.

But I know now.

I know where Emma is.

Where?

They took her away.

And I could hear
you screaming for her.

I was under the stairs.

You know that little place?

Where we used to hide?

Where is she, Jenny?

Where's my baby?

I went in to the room,

where little Emma was.

She was asleep.

And she was beautiful.

So beautiful.

And I knew... that you'd
love her more than me.

I didn't want you
to stop loving me.

I was afraid that
she'd take my place.

Little angel.

So I took her breath away.

So that she'd be with angels.

Always with the angels.

And I would be with you.

No.

It's the truth.

I did it because I love you.

I love you.

Helen told me the child
had died in its sleep.

I had no reason
not to believe her.

She thought
that the bad publicity

would lead to
the closure of the home.

She begged me
not to say anything.

I blessed the child
and the ground.

And then we laid her to rest.

We buried her.

Myself, Helen and Byron.

I think I know where.

Where he was trying to tell us.