01x03 - Scary Man

[bunniefuu]

Oliver...

This was clearly meant to look
exactly like the Donkey Pitch.

I'm calling the police.

I found spots. Are you
sure it's not blood?

Our phone lines have
been cut. DOORBELL RINGS

Hello. I'm Detective
Inspector Honey.

This is Detective
Sergeant Molina.

Your neighbour, did
he take your brother?

Yes, Ma'am. And
no-one ever found him?

Where's my daughter?
Where is she?

You're not the police.
You lied to us.

If we don't know what you
want, how can we help you?

We want you to be scared.

I found her in the woods,
near the Donkey Pitch.

Why do you care
about a dog? I don't.

I care about this.

I'll find the dog's owner,

but you'll get information
about my brother in return.

We have a deal.

She's swallowed something.

It appears to be jewellery.

Minnet Kable didn't just take
my granddaughter that day.

What are you doing
on my crime scene?

Means the world to me that
the right man is behind bars.

Because he is the one.

Right?

I didn't throw the
Donkey Pitch case.

But your theory on those
murders... It's full of holes.

It never was one stupid man.

It was two very smart ones.

The K*llers were never caught.

They're still out there.

THUNDER RUMBLES, RAIN LASHES

I'm sorry. I know it's
a bad time for this.

I didn't mean for
them to send you.

Well, it's too late
to walk it back now.

But I didn't want
them... Yes, you did.

You called CID in the
middle of the night.

Shared a theory you'd
developed based on nothing.

You know, when I was a Sergeant and
I had theories, no-one gave a sh*t.

Wonder why?

How many kids were there?

Maybe 100.

They scattered.

Anything found in
the initial search?

We haven't done one.

We're just waiting on
someone to fix the lights.

Because we're literally
afraid of the dark?

Well, don't be scared, boys.

I don't think she'll bite.

There was a report of
a possible g*nsh*t.

Possible?

Or maybe fireworks.

Damn.

For a minute there,
I got excited.

Sorry. I know the sort of stuff
you're used to dealing with...

I've heard about your cases.

Can I ask you something?

I've got a friend
who's a paramedic.

Or... she WAS a paramedic.

She quit.

Think it was like, a
final-straw situation, you know?

Had to do with a bloke.

In a bathtub.

They called it Dead Man Talking.

She quit because of THAT?

Was he still really
able to speak?

You know, after he'd done it?

The vocal cords sit on
top of the windpipe.

So you wouldn't necessarily
cut through that bit,

even if you slice clean
through your own throat.

Didn't know that. Neither
did I, at the time.

What did he say?

He said that he'd warned me.

Which he had.

Said I wouldn't want to see
what he was going to do.

I'd said I could handle it.

They set up another
generator down here?

I don't know. All
the ravers legged it.

SHE SIGHS

These cables connect
to something.

What IS that?

Oh, f*ck!

RAGGED BREATHING

What?

Shine the light down.

Eh? Do it.

HISSING

MUSIC: Figaro's Aria from
The Barber Of Seville

HE SINGS ALONG:

Della citta.

Tilly!

HE WEEPS

It's OK.

Lights, please.

HE WEEPS

I'm so sorry.

We've got you.

It's all right, it's all right.

You all right there, darling?

Supposed to be good
for your looks.

A little hang upside down does
wonders for the complexion.

She almost died. But she
didn't, though, did she?

I do hate melodrama.

It's time.

HE POPS HIS LIPS

Mrs A?

I need you to do
something for us.

Please, please, just
leave her be. Please.

Jump on up.

Come on, old girl.
Give a little hop.

Oh, God.

Stop it!

She can't stand!

No.

SHE WHIMPERS

No, no, no.

Don't touch her. Please, please.

Oliver.

Relax.

He thinks we're going
to r*pe his wife.

But we're not rapists.

Of course we're not.

But that's what he's thinking.

Mrs A's worried about it, too.

She is? She thinks we're
going to r*pe the daughter.

That's AWFUL.

They're a family of perverts.

Oh, I forgot to tell
you - you'll like this.

Mrs Anchor-Ferrers
also has a theory.

She thinks we're obsessed
with Minnet Kable.

She thinks we're copying him.

So if all of that's
true, then we're...

..copycat m*rder*r rapists?

I don't think anyone's
considered a third explanation

about who we might be.

Maybe we should help them out
a bit. What do you reckon?

They might appreciate
some clarity.

Are you really going to do this?

Because the Donkey
Pitch is closed.

Doesn't mean I can't... And you
don't even work in Wales any more.

Open or closed, Wales or
London, I have the authority...

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

I'm not asking about the
reach of your authority.

Though it is interesting timing
to be pushing things, isn't it?

Aren't you already
looking at a suspension?

We can both do off-duty
detective work.

Why do you care what I do?

Because this is my case,

it's solved, and you don't even
live in this country any more.

What you're doing is weird.

Why are you doing it?

It's five years since
the Donkey Pitch.

The anniversary. So? So...

I found a note, asking for help.

There wasn't an address, but...

Where did you find this note?

On a dog's collar.

I'm fighting my
instinct to mock you,

because I just love that
statement hanging in the air!

I know how it sounds, but
it's more than just a note.

It's the dog herself.

Did she tell you something?

She'd swallowed a bunch of things.
They were stuck in her intestines.

Wha...? And she was found
on the Donkey Pitch,

the exact same spot.

Look, I think the wrong
k*ller is in prison.

And if the right ones
are still out there,

what if something's
about to happen?

If something happens tomorrow,
if someone is hurt tomorrow...

..and I did nothing to stop it
today, I don't think I could...

Wow, Jack.

You're such a great guy.

SHE CHUCKLES DRYLY

DOOR CLOSES

Darling, would you
tuck your blouse

up into your bra, please?

But, you just said that you weren't
going to do anything like that.

I just want to see your stomach.

That's all I want to do.

That's all? Cross my
heart, hope to die.

Anything you two
want, you can have it.

Did you hear me?

Whatever you two
want, you can have...

Shut up, shut up!

SHUT UP!

Ugh. Whoo.

Now your trousers - if you could
just wiggle them down a bit.

But...

..but you said all I had
to do was the blouse.

Ugh.

I'm really shite at keeping
promises, aren't I, DS Molina?

It's not your strong
point. It's not.

Now...

..lower the trousers
down on your hips.

Please understand that in order
for us to explain who we are,

I will need access
to your abdomen.

Just, please, let her go.

We'll... we'll do anything.

We'll give you anything!

Just how much did you hear about
the way Sophie and Hugo died, Mrs A?

I know you know about the bit
with the intestines in the trees,

you clever girl.

But do you know where
Minnet Kable made his cuts?

Because he didn't
just slice and dice.

It was all quite
carefully planned.

I'd like to show
you, if that's OK.

And while I'm drawing...

..perhaps you can ask yourself,

how might these two handsome
men know such incredible details

about the Donkey Pitch murders?

Why, it almost seems as if they'd
have to have been there themselves.

I feel like they just
got it. They did, indeed.

They understand it was
us on the Donkey Pitch.

Well, now you're
just overexplaining.

WHISPERS: Sorry.

Oh, darling.

You can make noise if you like.

It's cliche to say, but in
this instance it's true.

There's no-one to
hear you scream.

SHE SCREAMS

It's your company's
sponsor mark on the ring.

You mean it's my FATHER'S company's
sponsor mark is on the ring.

Right. Sorry. Anyway, it says
"To Matilda, love 'Jimmy'."

And the "Jimmy" is in quotes.

So if you can just do a quick
search for any engravings

you've done for a James, then
I can cross reference the hits

with marriages to Matildas.

Right, and when you
say, do a quick search,

and "hits" and all that, are you
talking about using a computer?

Yeah.

No computers here.

Your company doesn't
use computers?

My father's company
didn't use computers.

I'm a software developer.

So, searching manually, then...

..how long do you
reckon that might take?

CLEARS THROAT This side
of Christmas, probably.

PARKING TICKET MACHINE BEEPS

No, that's no bother. No, I
need to arrange a prison visit.

My name's Minnet Kable.

Yeah, that's him. Double
m*rder. Couple of kids.

MACHINE WHIRS

RECORDING: This interview
is being tape recorded.

The time is 10:15am, and the
date is the 11th May 2018.

I'm Detective
Inspector Maia Lincoln.

This is Detective
Inspector Gareth Matthews.

We'd like to talk to you
about Sophie and Hugo.

We're trying to understand a
bit more about who they were.

So we're talking to
everyone they knew.

Their friends, their
classmates, the whole school.

To be clear, none
of you are suspects.

What can you tell us
about Sophie and Hugo?

What were they like?

They were OK.

Just OK?

I mean, they were nice, I guess.

Can you be a little
more specific?

I don't know.

Can you think of anyone
that might have a reason

to want to hurt Sophie or Hugo?

Maybe.

Maybe?

I just mean, like, maybe,

because everyone fights
with someone sometimes.

So nothing specific
comes to mind?

I was being hypothetical.

HE CHUCKLES

Did they ever say anything
that might make you think

that they were in trouble?

No.

Were they acting
differently, maybe?

You know, any kind
of unusual behaviour?

No.

Did Sophie ever mention a
boyfriend, maybe someone older?

No.

Can you think of anything
else that we should know?

Anything at all?

Sophie and Hugo hung
out with Emily and Max.

The four of them did
everything together.

They were exclusive.

How did the other
students feel about them?

Everyone hates the popular kids.

But they weren't
total dicks. Beth...

Emily's, like, this medium-d*ck.

Like, shitty-online-but-mostly-OK-
to-your-face, medium-d*ck.

Know what I mean?

Yeah, I do.

Look, you're wasting your time
talking to the whole school.

Most of us never even
spoke to those four.

We don't know anything.

So you don't think anyone
is hiding something from us?

Well, the guys probably
aren't mentioning

that they wanked
off to Sophie...

Bethany, honestly! It's true!

JACK CHUCKLES

But if there IS
anything to really know,

the only people who would
know it are Emily and Max.

It's really peaceful out here.

Never noticed before.

Ugh.

I think I might look
to settle in the area.

Once all this is over.

Not many people
consider buying property

at the scene of their own crime.

I know.

THEY GRUNT

Christ! Deer traps are heavy.

I thought you were
going to sh**t the deer.

Truth is, I'm not the best shot.

Stigmatism.

So, I built my own trap.

Why are we so worried
about getting the dog back?

Doesn't have a chip in it.

What if the dog goes to
the neighbour's house?

What if the neighbour kindly
brings the dog back here?

What would we say?

HE SNIFFS

- RECORDING: - Sophie
was my best friend.

We'd known each other
since we were...

..five.

SHE SNIFFLES

I can't believe I won't
see her at school and...

Can't ring her.

Emily, can you think of anyone
that might want to harm Sophie?

I can't, honestly.

What about Hugo?

Any enemies in his life?

Hugo didn't have enemies.

You couldn't hate him. He was...

..sweet.

Emily, even really good
kids sometimes keep things

from the adults in their lives.

And it wouldn't be speaking
ill of Sophie and Hugo

if you were to talk to us
about that kind of thing.

You wouldn't be in any trouble.

We weren't hiding anything.

The four of us just wanted
to do well in school.

Get into good universities.

There's no big, awful secret.

So is this going to be in the
press again? No. No media.

Because I don't want
it coming up again,

when people google me.

I do "what I eat in a day"s.

Did they not have
those on MySpace?

So, Sophie and
Hugo were a couple.

Did that ever get
awkward with you and Max?

I already told the police
all of this at the time.

Humour me. Max and I both have
alibis for the night of the murders.

I was at my
great-aunt's birthday.

You didn't k*ll your
friends. I get it.

But just walk me
through what happened.

Max and I argued with them, a
couple of weeks before they died.

Silent treatment,
both ways, you know?

Anyway, the police
know all about it.

We told them everything.

200,000 followers wanting to
know what you eat during the day?

Ah, you saw my TikTok.

Yeah.

I saw your Insta, too.

Haven't been on that in
months. More like years.

Oh, I'm not talking about the
account that's still active today.

I'm talking about the account
that you deleted in 2019.

You see, police, we can
retrieve all that information.

Your posts, comments.

Usually there's a lot of
paperwork, but, believe it or not,

there are some people
willing to do me a favour -

I can be charming. Mm.

You really don't like
trans people, do you?

You see, a few years ago,
no-one would have cared

about that stuff,
but nowadays...

I mean, that's, uh...

..that's transphobia, isn't it?

You're over-simplifying
what I said online.

There's context.

And if there's one thing
cancel culture likes

to take into account,
it's context.

Who supplied the Ritalin?

Excuse me?

The four of you - your
grades were sky-high.

Plus all your activities -

you wouldn't have time to study, at
least not in the old-fashioned way.

So I'd have to be an
idiot not to assume

that study drugs were
involved. So who supplied them?

Because it's harder
to come by than weed.

SHE SCOFFS

Just answer my question
and I will leave you alone.

It was Adderall.

Not Ritalin.

Sophie bought it for us.

She had a connection in Cardiff.
She never told me his name.

Why wouldn't she
tell you his name?

Because he was like...

..hers.

SOFT SNORING

Ugh.

Oh, f*cking hell.

HE SNIFFS

SNIFFING CONTINUES

GRUNTING

HE GRUNTS

You can honestly
wiggle out of these?

I wouldn't lie to you, pal.

All right. I admit it.

It's beautiful out here.

It's the mist.

The morning mist has...

What the f*ck is this?

Uh...

I think it might be
a security sign?!

Yeah, I know it's a
security sign, you bell-end.

What's it doing outside of
the Anchor-Ferrers' home?

Maybe they have
security cameras?

Is it such a big deal?

Feels like it might be, yeah.

But there's no Wi-Fi, so nothing's
being sent to the cloud or anything.

It's probably OK. I don't
feel like it's probably OK.

I feel like it's
probably not OK.

Really, totally,
absolutely not f*cking OK

that maybe we're being
recorded right now!

Argh!

The dog was the first f*ck-up.

There'll not be a second.
This job is too important.

Do you understand?

Now, let's find those cameras.

Destroy them.

But where are they?

Well, I don't know,
fanny flaps, do you?

We could ask the family.

Not sure that we can
trust their answers.

True.

They're probably cross with us.

So what do we do?

CUFFS SCRAPE ON HANDLE

We're going to
play a little game.

What kind of game?

I'm going to ask you, your
dad and your mum a question.

If all your answers match...

..then, Mummy gets a pillow.

But if the answers
DON'T match...

..if one of you lies...

..then, Mummy will be wheeled
in for surgery straight away.

No! You said you
wouldn't do that yet.

I know, I know. I said
surgery could wait a few days.

But we have sort of established
I can't be trusted, haven't we?

So that's the choice.

Pillow or cutting.

All depends on the
answers to the...

But what question?! I
don't know anything!

First off, don't interrupt.

Second off, have a bit
of faith in yourself.

You might know the answer.

Young people today
are so insecure.

I blame social media.

Where are the cameras?

Where... are... the... cameras?

We don't use them any more.

My parents put
them away ages ago.

You still haven't answered
the question, Lucia.

I think they're in a
box in the basement.

There's three of them.

Is that your final
answer, Lucia?

Willing to bet
Mummy's life on it?

Well?

The cameras are in a
box in the basement.

There's three of them.

They're not in use.

Out of pure curiosity,

why are the cameras not in use?

Never could get the signal working
to send anything up to the cloud.

They were useless, really.

So you took the cameras down,

but left the security
sign up outside the house.

Why?

To ward off intruders.

CAPTORS CHUCKLE

How's that working out for you?

Why are you doing this?

It feels personal,

like you hate us. But
we don't even know you.

HONEY SIGHS

What was the, er, procedure?

A median sternotomy.

And in layman terms, you twat?

A transplant.

So someone else's heart
is keeping you alive?

Yeah? Yeah.

Do you know who it was?

It doesn't work that way.

WHISPERS: Are you curious
what it looks like?

Huh? Are you?

I am.

HE STRAINS

SUTURE SNAPS

Ah!

You see, Oliver...

..you might not know me.

SNAPPING

Ah!

WHISPERS: But I know you.

But I don't know. I don't.

You don't want to disappoint me.

Your husband already did.

Is he all right?!

He's fine. Now...

..cameras?

I have no idea where they are!

I just, you know, I don't
deal with that sort of thing.

Ollie does! Hmm...

All right.

SHE GASPS

Enough is enough.

Count of three, Mrs A.

No!

One... I don't know!

Two... I don't
know, you sick f*ck!

I DON'T KNOW!

WHISPERS: Worst bed
and breakfast ever.

One-star review coming your way.

The basement! They-they...

They're in the basement! I think
they're in the... They're probably

in a box in the basement somewhere,
and I think there are three of them.

Now, was that so hard? No.

No.

Tell me, Mrs Anchor-Ferrers,
just out of pure curiosity,

why did Oliver take
the cameras down?

Uh...

I think that they
were an eyesore...

..in the garden.

THEY CHUCKLE

You ridiculously shallow snob.

Give her the pillow.

You sure all this is necessary?

You said we're already
behind schedule.

Family's not going to
t*rture themselves, you know.

At least I don't
THINK they would.

Got them.

They were telling the truth!

Now we don't have to worry
about the cameras, yeah?

What's wrong?

The security sign, at
the bottom of the drive.

What about it?

I swear it wasn't
there when we arrived.

But it had to be.

Right?

HE SPEAKS WELSH

Bang on.

Good, good.

WHISTLE BLOWS

The station said you'd be here.

Did they also tell
you it was my day off?

If my missus finds out I'm
doing anything work related

at my son's match,
you're my human shield.

Right? Deal.

So which one's yours, then?

That one, there.

And as you can see, this
requires my undivided attention.

Well, he's cute.

Yeah, yeah, he is.

Lincoln told me you
were back in town.

And she told me
what you were doing.

Listen, I know I've got no
business looking into your cases.

You don't.

Come on, Tomos, cica'r bl, boy!

C'mon, ref!

Gah.

So, you 100% on Minnet Kable?

I am.

You ever look into
any drug connections?

What, with Sophie and Hugo? No.

Why - you don't think they could
have been into drugs, or...?

Of course they were into drugs.

And I'm sure we didn't hear
about it from their friends

cos their parents were in the
room. We assumed as much, Jack.

We're not stupid. I didn't think you
were. You think those friends were

hiding an involvement in
drugs that was so deep

that it resulted in Sophie and
Hugo's gruesome double m*rder?

What were they,
international kingpins?

I'd like to look
into the drug angle.

Well, you have the
authority to do that, Jack.

Though I will say,
it is a bit...

Weird. Yeah. Yeah.
I've been told as much.

So which fib would've known the
most about the drug scene back then?

And not just weed,
but other stuff.

I know one guy.

He was a Sergeant round the
same time as you, actually.

But I don't think you two
knew each other very well.

I'll put you in touch.

Mm.

No regrets about leaving Wales?

Did moving back
to London fix it?

I was rooting for you, you know.

HE SPEAKS WELSH

Sorry you had to come
all the way out here.

I was checking something out.

That's all good. Congrats
on making detective.

Ah, yeah.

Four months now.

Settling into it.

Mostly.

It's good to see you.

I know we never talked
much, but... still.

Yeah. You, too.

Listen, I'm looking
into an old case

and I was hoping you could
help me with something.

Was the case unsolved?

No, it's solved, but...

..I don't like it.

Sometimes you just know - right?

Right, yeah.

Mm.

The victims, they were into
Adderall, which they got in Cardiff.

This was maybe
five, six years ago.

Me and you were
both skippers then.

But I can't remember ever
coming across any study drugs.

Can you? Mm...

I remember lots of drug busts...

..but not that specifically, no.

Sorry.

Really wanted to help
you. That's all right.

The old case I'm looking into
is the Donkey Pitch murders.

Christ.

You think we got the
wrong guy for that?

Maybe you can't remember
Adderall specifically,

but those kids WERE
keeping secrets.

Who knows what they were into?

So can you remember any scenes from
back then - I'm talking houses,

raves, whatever - where something
just seemed a little off?

HISSING

Mm.

When we pulled up, there
was maybe... 100 of them.

But they scattered.

So I've got no way of knowing
if your Donkey Pitch victims...

Sophie and Hugo. Right.

I've got no way of knowing
if they were here that night.

There was one girl, she
broke her foot, running.

Friends just left her.

We got a statement, but she
didn't give us anything useful.

I'd like her name.
The file. Yeah?

Yeah, no problem.

The others thought it was just
a rave that got out of control.

But I don't know, Jack. Have you
ever been in the presence of -

I know this sounds over the
top - but something evil?

Anyway, well organised.

Loads of drugs.

No study drugs, though.

Least, none that we found.

But there could have been?

Mm. For sure.

At the time, I thought...

What?

There were a few of
these raves back then.

At one of them, we found
shackles, chains, handcuffs.

If we'd found that
stuff in the bedroom,

maybe we wouldn't have
thought much about it,

but they were all
over the main floor,

where the rave was.

Like people were tied up,
and other people were...

Watching.

Exactly. Huh.

I don't know.

I started to wonder if maybe
the raves were connected.

Like, maybe there was
some cult stuff going on.

You tell anyone?

Yeah.

Called a detective here.

But... she shot that
theory down pretty quick.

You remember her name?

DI Lincoln.

You know her? Yeah.

Little bit.

There must have been
about 50 snakes.

Proper dangerous, like.

Not going to lie, scared
the sh*t out of me.

And the rave was
in here, too? Yeah.

At first I thought it
was a nest of snakes.

But I mean, this is
a stone box, right?

Snakes don't nest in
a place like this.

Someone must have
brought them here.

Who would do
something like that?

And how did we never catch them?

Dad?!

Lucia?!

Lucia, are you all right?

I'm scared.

I'm so scared.

HE WEEPS: I can't...

I can't fix this.

I can't fix it!

We're going to die, aren't we?

Oh! Oh, Lucia!

I can't fix this.

Forgive me!

Oh!

HONEY, MOCKINGLY: Oh,
Lucia! I can't fix it.

HONEY CHUCKLES

You...!

CAPTORS CACKLE

I'll f*cking k*ll
you! I'll k*ll you!

MOCKING: I can't fix it!

Can I ask you something?

In Newport, you were
always on your own.

You didn't join for
the pub quizzes.

You weren't messing around
with the lads, ever.

You were just...

..alone.

Right.

But you were OK with it.

I was.

Still am.

How'd you do that?

Sorry?

Like, how do you do
this job on your own?

Because it feels...

..lonely.

I feel lonely.

Find a partner. Work with them.

Loads of people do.

You've already tried working
with a partner, haven't you?

They wanted to switch.

So, you know...

I want to fit in with the lads.

I do.

It's just...

..it's not easy for me.

I think I try too hard.

So I thought, maybe...

..I'd just be a
bit more like you.

Just...

..not care.

Everyone cares.

Everyone wants...

That's normal.

Just give it time, yeah?

OK.

Are you going to ask
me to stay for dinner?

What are you doing here?
Cos I haven't eaten.

How are you inside of my home?

Why did you move back to London?

Personal reasons.

Matthews pulled strings to
get you into Major Crimes.

Matthews is a softie.

So what's the sob story? I
never told him a sob story.

I told him I needed
to go back to London.

He didn't ask for details.

Cos he's not a d*ck.

But I am.

I'm a throbbing, veiny d*ck.

And I want to hear
the sob story.

So what is it?

Sick mum? Sick dad?

Have they carked it yet?

Oh, they have, haven't they?

Someone's in a box.

Tell me who.

It seems you're not
fully understanding

what's happening here, Jack,
so let me spell it out.

You are f*cking with my case.

So I'm going to
f*ck with your head.

And I'm not leaving
until you tell me...

My brother went missing
when he was ten.

And I was eight.

We had an argument
in our treehouse.

I started it.

And I shoved him.

Agh!

And he got angry
and he stormed off.

I tried to go after
him, but I fell.

I was hanging on to the planks
of the treehouse with one hand.

My thumb got stuck and...

Ewan left because of me.

He never came home.

And my thumb never healed.

It was my neighbour
who had Ewan.

I knew it.

And he loved that I knew it.

He loved that I knew what
he'd gotten away with.

So for years, I'd search
through his things,

through his rubbish, looking
for evidence of Ewan.

And he'd plant things
for me to find as well.

It was t*rture.

So, I joined the force.

And on day one, his was the first
name I entered into the system.

He's a paedophile.

He's served time for it.

But I couldn't get
him on anything.

I couldn't...

And every item that he ever left
me, it never had a print on it.

Never had a print.

I got so angry.

I got so angry, that...

..I left London...

..cos I thought that it
would be better here.

But, it was worse.

Do you want me to
feel sorry for you?

You're the only
person who won't.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, mate.

Sent over the file on the girl
that we interviewed at the rave.

One that broke her
foot. All right.

Just... wanted to
make sure you got it.

HONEY: I'll be out in a minute.

It's OK.

I mean, the shower will
be free in a minute.

I'm all right.

Are you not planning on
showering this evening?

Wasn't going to. Why?

Because you handled intestines.

Civilised people
would want to...

HE SNIFFS

Oh, God, the smell...

You really smell something?

Yeah. And it's... and
it's getting worse.

Do you have conflicting feelings
about what we're doing here?

I read this story about this
bloke who kills another bloke,

buries him in the floor, and
gets away with it, right?

Except he hears the dead
guy's heart beating.

Drives him bonkers.

But the thing is, it's not really
beating, it's all in his head.

Like the beating of
the heart represents

the original bloke's guilt.

So I was thinking,

maybe there isn't a
smell in the house,

but you THINK that there is,

because you have conflicted
feelings about what we're doing.

It's the f*cking intestines.

You left them by
the car, didn't you?

They're rotting and the smell
is wafting up the stairs

from the back of the house.

DOOR OPENS

I'm looking for Bethany Collins.

She's through there.

My God, who are you?!

I'm DI Caffery.

Police. You're creepy
as f*ck is what you are.

I didn't mean to scare you.

You're literally
lurking in the shadows.

Well, you wouldn't
answer your mobile, so...

I'm on a detox.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you about
the Donkey Pitch murders.

Why? I don't know anything.

Barely even knew
Sophie and Hugo.

You may know more
than you think.

Whatever. Ask what you need to ask,
I probably don't know the answer.

Well, the whole school was
interviewed by the police.

But you had your
parents next to you,

so I'm thinking some details
may have been omitted.

We went to St Armel's.

We understood the importance
of protecting our image.

So what kind of info did you
hold back from the police?

What do you think?

We went to raves high.

Drove cars high.

Had lots of date-rapey sex.

Usually sober.

Standard fare adolescent
sh*t we used to put up with,

but we weren't going to talk about
that in front of our parents.

Did you ever party
with Sophie and Hugo?

With them?

No.

Around them? Maybe
once or twice.

Anyway, we didn't talk
about raves or drugs.

But only because it had
nothing to do with them dying.

Why mention it?

There was this one
particular rave.

At Cwm y Groes Abbey.

One that got really out of hand.

That.

Yeah. Broke my foot, so I got
stuck talking to the police.

They asked me a
bunch of questions

but they already knew pretty
much everything I did.

The raves were a regular thing.

Lots of drugs.

Pot, X, Ket.

Adderall? Probably.

Who set the whole thing up?

Bones.

Bones?

That's what we called him. Why?

I think because we
thought it was scary.

Anyway, I don't
know his real name.

But he threw the raves.

They were like events.

Mad things always happened.

Like what?

Slasher movie stuff.

You know, fake blood,
retractable knives.

None of it was real.

The whole point was that
he was going to scare us.

But also get us high.

Bones was like this
druggie Freddy Krueger.

We were young.

We thought it was cool.

Were Sophie and
Hugo there? Yeah.

They were into it.
Especially Sophie.

Look, does Bones
actually mean anything?

Like, is he important?

He might be.

You should see this.

What is that?

I don't know.

That is buckshot.

You told me you trapped
the f*cking thing!

Yeah, well, it might have
been shot by someone first.

That's probably how come it
was easier for me to catch.

So you lied? Not REALLY.

OK. You were economical
with the truth, then?

Does it matter?

I had a lot to set up.

I thought I got it quite good.

It only matters because if someone
else shot the f*cking thing

before you got to it, they might
still be wondering where it is.

Oh. Yeah, "oh".

So your story now,
just to be clear,

is that someone
else shot the deer

and then it voluntarily
wandered into your trap to die?

Right. Right.

What did you cut it with?

What do you mean?
It was dead already.

To get the innards
out, f*ck nuts!

Oh. Yeah. Um...

A knife. From
where? The kitchen.

From the wooden block? Yeah.

The wooden block on
the kitchen island?

Yeah. From there.

There isn't a wooden block
on the kitchen island.

They have one of those
magnet strips on the wall.

Uh, yeah...

I never cut the deer, all right?

I sort of didn't need to.

Tell me exactly what happened.

Right, so, I'd spoken to
the housekeeper, Beca.

Took care of that,
like I was supposed to.

Then I was about to
do the deer thing,

and I was really
nervous because, well...

I'd never really gotten the
deer trap to work all the way.

It's really hard to build.

But then, I was driving by
the house and I saw something.

It was a deer. And it was dead.

And its insides were
in a bucket already.

So I thought, why
not just use that?

You found the deer?
At this house?

Yeah. Along the drive.

With the bucket and the
intestines right next to it?

Yeah.

So I put the carcass in the car,

drove it out into the
woods and dumped it.

Then I came back here, used
the intestines in the tree,

just like we planned.

Was a bit of luck, really.

Argh!

Luck?! Argh!

You don't think that maybe
it was a bit strange?

How so? That you were
about to do a job,

a really f*cking specific job of
k*lling and disembowelling a deer,

and someone had already
done it for you?!

Yeah, actually,
that IS a bit odd.

No, that one
definitely wasn't there

before. What does it mean?

It means someone
is f*cking with us.

Have the police seen this? No.

I had no reason to show them.

I mean, you caught the guy who
k*lled Sophie and Hugo, right?

ECHOES: Right? Right? Right?