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Hello?

Who's here?

Mr Dean!

Ewan! What are you doing?

Mr Dean?

No!

No, no, no, no!

Mum. Hi.

You all right? I thought it was
just going to go on voice mail.

Yeah.

Sorry. I, erm...

I had a late rehearsal.

Well, I'm here now, so...

I thought we were meeting at nine.

I'm so sorry.

Tilly.

Be there...
I'll be over in ten.

- OK?
- All right, I'll put the order in.

Morning.
How do you like your eggs?

You look tired, Tilly.

Well, it's been a big week.

Mm, I heard you on the radio.

Oh, first class, you were.

Mind you, that interviewer,
calling your playing faddish, I...

Mum, a bit of controversy is good.

Gets me noticed.

You know what I'm like
before your shows.

Well, you'd think it was me
that had to perform.

It's fine.

We can be nervous together.

I've got to go,
that's my car,

they need me early for the sound
check with the recording thing...

You're so tall.

I think I've been this height
for about eight years.

Maybe you're getting shorter.

Do you remember when you
first started with Mrs Girard

and we used to go to
that curry place

after you'd finished your lessons?

Oh, Empress of India.
You'd always get me a mango lassi.

I was walking past the other day,
they're still open...

so I...I went in and I booked us
a table for lunch tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

- Oh, you're busy?
- Oh. No, erm...

No, no, no,
I can shift some stuff.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, of course.

Wouldn't want to miss out
on a mango lassi.

I've got to go,
the car's waiting.

Oh!

Tilly.

Have you started smoking again?

No.

So he made you breakfast?

Many would consider that positive.

He went through my fridge and
used all my kitchen stuff.

That's so intimate.

And shagging him wasn't?

You sort of expect them just
to slink away in the morning.

Not hang around to make
hollandaise sauce.

What a sordid life you lead.

I had to chase him out
in the end.

I made up this excuse about
a doctor's appointment.

You know we can hear every word
you're saying.

Well...I'm glad that you've got
your one thrill for the week, Dave.

And as much as I need those thrills,
can I just have some music instead?

So...

your mum.

You tell her about New York?

I will tonight.
Yeah, after the show.

She should be glad for you.

She will be.

It's an incredible opportunity, Mum.

And, er...

And it's only for a year.

So I'll be back
before you know it.

Even if you could
afford to relocate,

this is something that
I want to do on my own.

It's a big crowd.

Ready?

No.

I'm not.

Matilda?

Mum! You gave me a scare.

What on earth are
you doing here?

I'm so sorry.

Mum.

What's wrong?

Why...?

Mum, for God's sake,
I'm on stage soon.

I have...

Mum?

Mum, what are you...?

What are you doing?

Mum.

Mum.

Mama?

Are you drunk?

Mum. Jesus.

No, Mum, Mum! MUM!

Mum!

It's all right.
It's all right.

It's all right.

Help!

Thank you.

You ever know of your mum
to have mood swings?

- No.
- Get depressed?

No.

She could be nervy, but no.

So, yesterday morning, when you
had breakfast with her...?

She was fine.
She was...

excited about my concert.

Were you aware that she was
taking antidepressants?

We contacted her doctor.

He prescribed them
for acute anxiety.

It's not uncommon
for people to hide

this sort of thing
from their family.

So that's what did it?

The pills?

She took too many or
she mixed them with wine or...?

Toxicology said no.

No drugs or alcohol in her system
aside from the standard dose of that

- medication.
- Then what was it?

Like I said, she was being treated
for persistent anxiety and...

She cut her throat
right in front of me.

You're telling me that it was
because she was anxious?

Have you ever seen anyone
do anything like that ever?

- Tilly, she's just telling...
- No, we're talking about my mum

and I want her to answer me.

People do cut themselves, obviously.

But, no, I haven't seen anything
exactly like what your mother did

and I'm so sorry that
you had to see it.

I should leave,
give you some privacy.

If anything more comes to light,
I will contact you immediately.

And again
I'm sorry for your loss.

How did my mum know that
I was going to be there?

At the stage door.

- She couldn't have.
- Then why did she wait for me?

It's just coincidence.

- What else could it be?
- There must be a reason.

Bad dream, love?

- You need to go.
- Sorry?

Please just go.

On the 24th of March, 1994,

four-year-old Carys Howell

disappeared from the
children's park in sleepy

Penllynith, Wales.

Despite an extensive hunt
and a police investigation,

which often focused on her parents,
Rose and Sean Howell,

no clue to Carys'
whereabouts was ever found.

Five years on, Carys' disappearance
continues to raise profound...

When you called, you mentioned
the Carys Howell case.

I pulled the file.

I don't think anyone's
touched it in 20 years.

So they never found her, then?

No.

There was a number for the
missing girl's parents.

I tried it.
Disconnected.

The chief investigating
officer retired.

You could track them
down, though, right?

If you wanted to.

Matilda, can I ask -

why did you ask me about this?

Because I thought photos of
the missing girl's mother,

they could be evidence.

Of what?

I just...

I can't understand
why my mum would've...

..collected all of these.

People see cases like this
on the news,

particularly involving
young children,

and they get emotionally involved.

But she...
she wasn't just watching on TV.

She was there in that town,
taking photos.

We don't know that
she took them herself.

Where did she get them, then?

She worked at a bloody Tesco.

Maybe she had a connection
to this town.

She was from Manchester.

She never mentioned
anything about Wales.

Still, she could have had family there.
Or friends.

I don't know.

Her parents died before I was born,
and if she had any other family,

she wasn't in touch with them.

So growing up, it was just you two.

And now it's just you.

I'm sorry, Matilda.

I do appreciate
you coming in today, but

I just don't think
this is a police matter.

Honestly?

I'm not even sure it is Rose
Howell in these photographs.

I knew you wouldn't
take this seriously.

No, I am taking it seriously.

No, you're not.
You think I'm hysterical.

No, I think you've been through one
of the most awful things I can

imagine and you're trying
to make sense of it.

I spoke to Renata. She says you
aren't returning her calls.

I don't feel like talking
to my bloody agent.

No, she knows you need space.
She just wants to talk things

through, make plans.

And, er...

I know this sounds mercenary,

but some of the venues that
booked us have started cancelling

and Renata's worried it might start
impacting on our New York dates.

Yeah, you're right,
it sounds mercenary.

I just can't get this stuff
out of my head.

I look at...

I look at it and I feel like I
don't even know my own mum.

She was around for 22 years
before you were even born.

I mean, of course you don't
know everything about her.

She left this out on her bed,

like she wanted me to find it.

Why would she do that?

It's like
she was stalking these people.

It's got to be connected.

Doesn't it?

Fine, let's go up there, then.

Let's..look.

So, London to Penllynith, four hours
and 15 minutes without traffic.

If we set off early,
we could be there by midday.

Are you serious?

Look, I don't think these
photos mean anything,

but if it helps give you peace of mind,
I say we go, sniff around,

see what we can see.

And if nothing comes of it,

well, at least we got out of
bloody London for a few days.

- Good plan.
- Yeah.

Good.

Pen...

Penynith.

Plllth. Plynith.

I was hoping
you'd sleep through this.

- Where are we?
- Penllynith,

former slate capital of Wales, and
it's nearly three in the afternoon.

Google bloody Maps.

- Are you OK?
- Mm.

- Coffee?
- Your wish is my command.

We're full.

- Cos of the funeral.
- Ah.

Popular fellow, was he, the deceased?

Well, he was richer than Midas,
does tend to bring them out.

Yeah.

We were wondering if there was
anywhere else to stay in Penllynith.

A hotel or something?

Er, tourist information at the
post office, you can ask there.

Except it's Wednesday,
so it'll be closed.

We're actually looking for
a Sean and Rose Howell.

Do you by any chance know them?

There is no Rose Howell.

She's Rose Morgan now.

She remarried?

- Does she still live here?
- Sorry, what's Rose to you? - W...

She and my mum knew each
other years ago and...

..my mum passed away recently

and so I'm looking up
some of her old friends.

Your mum from round here, was she?

No, she moved around a lot

when she was young.

Well, there's no point going to
Rose's house, she won't be there.

Can you tell us where she'd be?

Mum always talked about Rose.

And it would mean a lot to me
if I could track her down.

It's like going for a country drive

with a character from
a James Ellroy novel.

Well, I had to say something
or she wouldn't have told us.

Hey, no, I'm impressed.

I never imagined you had this
talent for barefaced lying.

There.

Where then do I go from your spirit
or where can I flee from your

presence? If I climb up
into heaven, you are there.

If I make the grave my bed,
you are there also.

If I take...

Tilly, Tilly. Are you sure
this is a good idea?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I just want to see that she's real.

Look.

Yeah.

Might be.

OK, bye.

Tilly, she's coming over.

Let us pray.

Do I know you?

You're Rose. Rose Morgan.

What do you want?

My name is Matilda Gray.

I want to talk to you.
Maybe after the service we can sit down.

Or we can talk right now.

My mum.

Her name was Janice Gray.

You're going to ask me
about my daughter.

- How did you know that?
- You're not wanted here.

- Go away. - Please, please...
- Tilly, we should go. - ..if you knew

- my mum, you have to tell me w...
- What's all this?

My mum killed herself and I think
that it had something to do with

- your daughter, Carys.
- What the bloody hell?

Please, if you...

- If you knew...
- 23 years gone and you lot are still at it.

Hounding my wife.

- Hounding my family. - No...
- Hey, hey, hey, steady on.

- Back off, mate!
- Oi!

What is this?
My uncle's dead.

How about a bit of respect?

I didn't start this.

Sorry. Sorry.

Come on, let's go.

I haven't been knocked on my arse
like that since I was at school.

Turns out it's like riding a bike.

You never forget how.

You heard what she said when
I mentioned Mum's name.

She knew I was going to ask
about Carys.

- No, maybe.
- Why did she tell us to go away?

There's still the father.

- If we can track him down...
- If he doesn't tell us to piss off.

Then we shall consider pissing off.

But actually, right now, what
we need is a place to stay.

So I say we head to the next town,
find a hotel, get some food...

- A drink.
- The finest wine that Wales has to offer.

And then plan our move in the
morning with clear heads.

What's wrong?

Look, it's the guy
from the funeral.

- No, don't look, don't...
- You said look.

Yeah, look, not...
Oh, shit.

He... He's coming over.

- Hey.
- Good evening.

Are you both OK?

Yeah. Yeah.

My dignity's a little dented but...

it wasn't in mint condition
to begin with,

- so I'm happy to just write it off.
- It's fine. He's fine.

I'm Nick.

Matilda. This is Hal.

- Hey.
- Mm.

I'm really sorry about what happened earlier.
We didn't mean...

..to disrespect your uncle.

Ewan was my great uncle

and I'd never met him,
so I might be able to forgive you.

Well, erm...at least let
us make it up to you.

- We could buy you a drink or something.
- Well, no,

- we have to get moving to a hotel.
- Yeah, we've got time for one drink.

I think I might be OK
for a drink.

But I could

really use a ride.

Yeah.

Yep, sure, if it's nearby. Yep.

Well, it's right here.

So your uncle left you the entire
estate even though you never met?

Yeah, kind of random, right?

I remember when I was little,

Mum would always send him these
Christmas cards and get me to draw

a picture on them.
I guess my smiley

faces left an impression.

Hey, do you think if your mum
had a picture of Ewan's house,

that maybe she knew him?

Erm, my mum's dead.

I'm sorry.

So are you planning on
staying here, then,

- in Wales?
- Dunno.

See, I've got a place in
Melbourne, a wine bar.

My partner's running it
while I'm away but...

- Hey, just left here.
- Oh. - Here, here, left!

Stuntman!

I think a bit of notice with
the directions might help.

There's no need.
We're already here.

My...my very own mansion.

They, er...

They found Ewan...

- ..just right here.
- Found as in...?

They reckon he fell off the roof.

What on earth was he doing up there?

Old guy living alone.

I'd guess he'd just had enough.

Mind you, at the funeral they said
that he had lunch in town that day

and was in good spirits, so...

- ..who knows?
- Got a ride, I see?

I was feeling a fool not
offering to drive you up here.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Matilda, Hal, this is Lloyd,

he's my uncle's lawyer, and Ed,
who looks after the place.

We already met.
More or less.

Come in for that drink, eh?

If you've got time.

Well, I've been pinching
myself all morning,

but it looks like
it's all still here.

You know,
if you need a place to stay,

I've got eight bedrooms upstairs

and seven of them are free.

But six have been closed
since your uncle's dad died.

So they're a bit mildewy.

Well, the whole country's
a bit mildewy,

so don't let that put you off.

Erm, truth be told,
I could use the company.

It's kind of creepy staying in a
big house like this all on my own.

Yeah, well, I must head off soon,

so perhaps we could
progress the formalities.

Ed, hand over the keys.

All right. You've got two sets
for the house...

We don't even know this guy.

You're not seriously thinking
of staying, are you?

My mum kept a photo of this house.

I want to have a look around.

How far back
does the property go?

50 yards past the tree line.

I can show you tomorrow.

Old Mr Dean, your uncle's dad,
he loved those woods.

Some say he's still out there,

walking around.

- What, his ghost?
- It's rubbish, all right?

Whatever's in those woods has been
there a lot longer than Mr Dean.

Mm-mm-mm!

Spacious.

How does one tell which
are the mildewy rooms?

It seems
you simply follow your nose.

Locked.

Narrows it down.

No.

You're angry with me.

Angry?
Why would I be?

Fine.

- So who gets what?
- Well,

I wouldn't dream of allowing
the lady to brave the mildew,

so why don't you take the
large room downstairs?

Your bag's already in there.

See you later.

Assuming I'm not struck
down with consumption.

So when you said
it was a trust,

I thought you meant
it was a tax thing.

Well, people do establish trusts
for reasons of tax minimisation.

But not Ewan. For him, it was all
about keeping the estate intact.

Hence him appointing
his sister as trustee.

And that's Meredith,
the wheelchair lady?

Yes, she lives up at the old
hunting lodge, on your property.

So if Ewan wanted her
running the place,

why didn't he just
leave it all to her?

Well, you are the next
in the direct male line

and Ewan could be a bit of a
stickler when it came to that sort

of thing. Now, look, it's getting
late and the road's a bit tricky

- in the dark, so...
- OK. Er, one more thing.

It was kind of expensive
getting out here,

so I was hoping to
access some cash.

Well, you are the sole beneficiary
of the trust, so in a sense,

it's all yours.
Only catch is, as trustee,

your great-aunt Meredith must
sign off on any expenditure,

so I expect you want to talk to her.

Are you planning on
staying in Penllynith?

Can't hurt.

Get to know the territory.

I'm supposed to protect you
from that sort of rubbish.

It's not your fault.

It's my job.

I will do better.

If you ever see or hear from those
people, just come straight to me.

You understand?

Rosie?

Hm.

Well, I'll make some dinner.

And I'll telephone her,
Rosie, to apologise.

Ewan Dean always did right by us.

Why did you go over to her?

At the funeral.

She was staring.

I wanted to know why.

Jesus.
No wonder she freaked out.

I just wanted to talk.

I didn't mean to upset her.

No, no, of course,
I just meant...

The whole thing sounds
pretty bizarre, right?

We're still hoping to talk
to Rose's ex, Cerys' father.

If we can find him.

So your mum...

- ..when did she...?
- It happened on Tuesday night.

Ewan was Monday night.

And they were both fine
in the morning.

Weird.

What's weird about it exactly?

I mean, even if Uncle
Ewan did commit suicide,

and you don't know that he did,
it's just coincidence, right?

When I was little,
I used to have this dream.

A nightmare, really.

And I could never remember it,
not the details.

But, um, now, the last week or two,
I've been having it again.

Well, given what
you've been through...

It started before Mum died.

What's the dream?

Um...

..I'm in this narrow passage...

..like a cellar or...

Er...yeah, it's dark, and...

And I've...I...

I have a child there.

I open a door, a trap door,
there she is.

Like she's a prisoner.

Do you guys...

Do you believe the dead
can communicate with us?

Of course not.

I do.
I think I do.

Well, what if the dream's a message?

What if Carys was murdered
and now she's...

Is trying to tell you something.

Come on, it's just a dream.

Er, what's going on?

What you doing up here?

Tilly.

What's that noise?

Might be worth closing
the door before bed.

Also, a lock's not
a bad idea either.

I've been here before.

Matilda.

M... W-Wait.

What are you doing?

Are you all right?

- Bloody hell.
- How did you know that was there?

Did Ed mention anything about this
when he gave you the house tour?

I think I'd remember.

I wonder how long this
place has been closed up.

These tapes are dated.

This last one's March 1994.

That's the month
that Carys disappeared.

What the hell was that?

What is it?

It's me.

I'm the girl.

I'm Carys.

It's a funny place, Penllynith,
a powerful place, but odd.

I can't remember a single
thing from before I was five,

except this house.

- How can that be?
- We'll find out.

Someone's watching me.

Hey. They have been
ever since we got here.

Who's there?

- Am I going crazy?
- Of course not.

- Would you tell me if I was?
- You don't believe her, do you?

I felt it.

- The minute I saw her.
- Get away from this house.

You're not listening. I am telling you
there's something here.

- OK.
- Hey!

Tilly, wait!

I don't understand
what's happening to me.