This programme contains some strong language
Gary, we're NUM. This was predominantly a UDM village.
A break-away union.
They didn't support the strike.
No. No!
But you know what folk are saying, though, right?
That someone's targeting striking miners.
I mean, who's next? Am I next?
I think they're aiming at me.
Can you think of anyone or any reason why someone might do this?
That was a horrible...
THUD!
Armed police! Armed police!
Mr Rowley, Scott killed Gary and we need to know why,
so we can prevent what he's planning on doing next.
Do you know what a spycop is?
Undercover cops in the '70s.
Well, they were following orders and they buggered off when it all ended.
Apparently, this undercover officer didn't bugger off.
This was someone who assumed an identity.
Moved here in the '80s.
Spied on people, and then remained here - to this day.
JULIE: What are you doing, Ian?
Little Ian St Clair all dressed up.
LAUGHTER AND JEERING
You should be ashamed. Ashamed! Just think how proud your dad would be.
Think how much fun you'd have if you was on this side.
Don't we look fun? MIMICS KISSING
PROTESTOR: Let's get to it, eh?
JULIE: Oh, Gary. Gary!
No, Gary. No, no. Come on. Come on, lads.
Shut up, the lot of yous! Shut up. Gary!
CHANTING: We're miners. United. We'll never be defeated.
We're miners. United. We'll never be defeated.
ALL: We're miners. United. We'll never be defeated.
Right, then, lads.
CHANTING: We're miners. United. We'll never be defeated.
We're miners. United. We'll never be defeated.
Armed police, make a line!
CHANTING CONTINUES
PICKETS SHOUT
SHOUTING CONTINUES
SHOUTS
Get off of me! Get off me!
Get off him! Get off me!
Stop! Stop! Get off him!
SHOUTING FADES INTO MUSIC
SAD MUSIC PLAYS
ST CLAIR: The man we'd like to talk to urgently
is Scott Rowley, 24 years old.
And I believe Mr Rowley is residing
in the woods around Annesley, Newstead and Hucknall.
We believe he's on foot.
And our officers are searching numerous locations
based on our own intelligence
and from sightings by members of the public.
And with that, I want to stress that the public
should not approach Scott if they see him -
he's armed and dangerous.
So if you come across his whereabouts,
please call 999 instead.
And now, I'd like to invite Catherine...
Cathy Rowley...
..who is Scott's stepmother,
and she'd like to appeal to Scott directly.
Scott...
CLEARS HER THROAT
I feel silly being the one here.
Silly's the wrong word, looking at it now.
Presumptuous?
Speaking to you.
If you're listening.
Cos I know I'm only your stepmother,
but I feel like we could always talk,
me and you.
Even though I feel split in two
about what has happened to my old family
and what's happening now to my new one,
I want you to know...
..that the best thing to do is to hand yourself in.
And if you do, everything will be better.
I know you're upset and you're confused.
I know you are.
But, please, can you come in?
For everyone.
ST CLAIR: Thank you, Cathy.
We're appealing to members of the public
for any information they might have, and they can contact us...
MAN: How are you, mate? NEEL: All right, mate.
KNOCK ON DOOR DOOR OPENS
Dad? Hi.
CLEARS HIS THROAT
Present from darkest Manchester.
Thank you.
You look like shit.
Yeah, I'm a bit under the weather. I've asked for the day off.
I saw it in the station up there.
It's for your mouse.
Your computer?
You still have a mouse, don't you?
HE CHUCKLES
They knocked down this Victorian frontage
in the 1960s, of course,
for the electrification of the line.
Shame, in a way, but...there we are.
Listen, erm, don't worry about the other night.
You know, the thing? Oh.
That's...
Aye. Yeah.
Why don't you come round for a cup of tea or something later?
Why don't you?
Aye.
Yeah? Yeah.
I'll see you later.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR SHUTS
DOOR CLOSES NEXT DOOR
NEEL: Sarah?
HE WHIMPERS
Honey?
Sarah...
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Help!
NEEL SCREAMS
NEEL SHOUTS AND SCREAMS
HE WHIMPERS
NEEL CONTINUES SHOUTING
Mrs Sparrow.
You know, round our neck of the woods,
which happens to be your neck of the woods,
when you wrongly accuse someone of something,
you ask them for forgiveness.
Well, I'd like to express regret for any inconvenience caused
and to say thank you for helping us with our inquiries.
Daphne...
..did Scott ever visit your archery range?
Sorry, am I being questioned without a solicitor?
You're not being questioned. It's just a question.
Did he learn from you lot how to use a bow and that?
Did he... Did he buy his arrows from you?
God, my mind's gone absolute blank.
Sorry.
That's it, then?
This lad's lost his marbles, and you've got to catch him.
That's all there is to it. RORY: Ey up.
Hey, what's that song?
Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word.
Oh, don't worry. What is it your dad said?
There's plenty of things we could send you down for.
You all right? Yeah.
Well done.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING
Ian, two ticks. I need you at this Safety Advisory Group.
There's a Forest match tonight.
Well, I'm in the middle of this.
Quick second.
A Yorkshire team in Nottingham can get a bit dicey,
but nowt that our ground team don't handle a dozen times a year.
Sorry, it's been a while since I've been to the match.
You're not saying that away fans still shout that at Forest, are you?
My counterpart at Barnsley says that they don't condone it
and they are actively trying to stop it, but there's still a tradition.
When certain Yorkshire teams play Nottingham Forest,
a chant has oftentimes come from their fans over to ours.
Scabs, yeah.
Also, we're picking up some stuff online.
Some fans are planning to divert to Gary's village today,
sort of an on-the-hoof memorial service
for their fallen comrade this side of the border.
OK.
With old NUM members incoming, and with passions
running extra high, I say we be extra vigilant.
I mean, you could move the level up from category B to category C -
higher risk.
But that means you need to bump up your number of officers.
I'm not diverting my men from a manhunt. Are you kidding?
You saw the size of the area I have to deal with.
Ey up, it's Barnsley fans that are the problem.
Why not get Yorkshire coppers down here?
You cannot have a neighbouring force march into our county
to help with a crisis caused in no small part
with a happening years ago.
Well, then, we need some numbers from your manhunt.
What choice do we have?
JULIE: Have you caught him?
No, not yet. Might take some time.
I just wanted to, erm...
We think some of Gary's friends,
NUM, you know, from north of the border
might be paying the village a visit.
Out of respect, but I, um...
What? Do you think they might not exactly be respectful?
Right. Well...
What do you want me to do about it?
Nothing necessarily, just... PHONE BUZZES
I just wanted you to be aware, you know?
Right. Well, yeah.
OK, thank you. Yeah, I'm aware.
Listen, erm...
Did Gary ever talk about his meetings with his solicitor?
Cos we think he might have been looking for someone.
Looking for someone?
Someone he thought was a copper here in the '80s, undercover.
Someone who was linked to his wrongful arrest.
Well, he mentioned that he was looking into...
I mean, I didn't take it seriously,
but he was looking into some sort of spy
in the village. But...
I was just like, you know,
"Come off it, you daft ha'p'orth."
Did he mention a name?
Is that why you think he was killed?
No.
PHONE BUZZES
No, just...
..following up every line of inquiry, you know?
Oh, God, what is it now?
Ah, sir. It's, er...
The body was discovered by her husband,
who's next door with his dad.
Her name is Sarah. Sarah Vincent.
I was at her wedding at the weekend.
Oh. Sorry, sir.
Oh, no, no. I didn't know-her know her.
You know, she's just a colleague of my wife.
Andrew Fisher is her father-in-law.
What, the train driver? The body is stiff.
It looks like she was probably killed sometime yesterday afternoon
to late evening, but the PM will help narrow that down.
And this spade's the murder weapon?
Yeah, I'd say so.
There's matching blood and hair stuck to it.
It looks like the edge penetrated her skull with some force.
There's no prints so far.
Signs of forced entry?
Actually, no. None at all.
So maybe she let 'em in.
Or they let themselves in.
And there's a connection to Scott.
She's the daughter-in-law of one of the other targets.
Or it's an entirely unrelated homicide.
What, a place like this?
One murder every blue moon.
Now we're at two in a matter of days,
and they're entirely unconnected?
Andy.
Neel, I'm so sorry.
Is it him? The same guy who shot his thing at me? Why?
Why would he? Look, I...
So I believe you found her this morning.
So you weren't at home last night or yesterday?
HE SNIFFS I've been away a couple of days.
I've come back today.
I just walked in and I fucking saw her on the floor...
And I... And I... And I heard Neel screaming.
This is me. I live next door.
Did you go round via the garden?
Yeah.
And you...you didn't hear anything,
like, late afternoon, early evening?
No, nothing. There was nothing.
Neel, I'm sorry, but...
..I've got to ask some questions.
Yeah. I don't bloody care. Just ask.
Well, there's a spade in the kitchen.
Right.
Right, I have no clue where that came from.
I've never seen it in my life.
We're doing up the garden, though, so it might be theirs.
Yeah, but it doesn't look like it's been used, brand-new, so...
Well, she bought it herself, then. She was...
She was ordering this stuff online.
It would have to have arrived on Wednesday, then, yesterday,
if she had it delivered.
I... I don't know. I suppose.
Why? Well, if she...
Well, forgive me, but if she ordered her own...
Well, yeah, the weapon that...
Then that might help narrow the window a bit, yeah?
Was, erm...
Was the front door locked when you got here this morning?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
She was proper security conscious.
She...
She locked the front door even if we were in.
Right, and what about the back patio doors?
No, actually, they were unlocked.
So someone could have left through those back doors,
then gone through the gap in the fence and then...
What, through here?
No. Don't know.
Do you have the name of the builders?
Yeah.
There's a card on the kitchen countertop next door.
All right.
All right?
Seven days.
Less than seven days married, Dad... HE SOBS
All right, all right, it's all right.
Neel, did either you or Sarah...
Did you know Scott Rowley?
I don't know who that is.
It's the guy who killed that man on Sunday,
the one on the loose that nearly bloody well got me with a...
It's got to be him, right?
Yeah, but, if anything,
this Gary was on the opposite, like, side to Sarah's family.
Her dad used to bus working miners through striking pickets.
They were his coaches.
So they're not the same at all, like, politically.
Well...
DOOR SHUTS
This is dated yesterday - missed delivery.
It could be the spade - "too large to post".
It might have gone to one of the neighbours
who maybe dropped it back here later.
Well, including you, I suppose.
You obviously didn't sign for it. No. No.
Right.
When did it happen?
I've no idea when, we only just noticed it.
It must have been in the early hours.
Poor thing. Sickening.
Do you have any security cameras?
No. Just inside.
Should I be worried?
Should we even be open?
We don't believe there's any immediate threat,
but we will get as many officers down here
as possible to canvass the area.
On a usual day like this... LINE RINGS
Boss, you're not going to believe this.
Talk to you later.
There's been another arrow attack - Newstead Abbey.
Anyone hurt?
Peacock. A peacock?
Yeah, a peacock - feathers, beak.
Listen, did you have to talk so openly in front of them?
She might have ordered her own murder weapon?
Jesus.
Were you not interested to gauge their reaction?
They're suspects, too. Prime suspects.
Yeah, but there are ways.
And as the SIO, I expect you to follow my lead.
Yeah, all right. Sorry. Yeah.
I'll get my guys to check out the alibi.
You worried? About what?
Well, like you say,
this doesn't follow the pattern of the first murder.
Gary was a striking miner killed by the son of a working miner.
Now we have the daughter of a working miner,
or one of their main allies back then, dead a few hours later.
Revenge?
Well, that's quite a leap.
True or not, it's what people will believe,
and that's a massive problem.
CAR DOOR SHUTS
Yes?
Hello. SHE SNIFFLES
You... You probably don't remember me. It's cos...
Well, I haven't...
I'm Julie.
My husband passed at the weekend.
I'm, erm...
I'm so sorry.
Can I, erm... Can I make you a cup of tea?
No, I'm not staying.
Thank you. Erm...
Sorry, I've not...I've not come to...
I've not come to talk about his...
Funeral?
Erm...
They've, erm... The police have him still.
So I've no idea, you know, when they'll, you know.
Look, I don't know how things run here, but I've been told
that quite a lot of my husband's old pals, I suppose,
are travelling down here to mark his passing.
But there's nowhere for them to do that.
And I'm worried that they'll...
They'll just go and get tanked up at the pub.
And the church opposite us is being used by the police, so...
This afternoon?
Yeah.
It's just somewhere for them to be.
Like I say, I hate...
I hate to ask, but....
Of course.
Of course, we can... We can welcome them here.
It will be our pleasure.
Right. Erm...
Well, I'll... I'll herd them your way.
I'll be here.
There you are, son.
SALISBURY: My guys are in touch
with the delivery company about the spade.
If we can get the time that the package arrived
and maybe the name of the driver, then...
PHONE RINGS Sorry, sorry.
I've got to take this. Yeah, yeah, sure.
I'm so sorry, love.
HELEN: What's happening? That poor girl!
Who would do this? That same lad or...?
Oh, we'll find out.
I might be late. I-I-I...
SHE EXHALES I'm actually shaking.
Wait. Shit! We meant to... Bollocks!
We invited Jenny and Jacob to dinner tonight.
I-I-I'll have to cancel. I'll...
SHE SHUDDERS
OK, I'll, erm...
I'll cancel.
Well, see how you feel, huh?
I mean, it might be good to have some old friends round.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Mrs Rowley, sorry about this.
There are some, erm, visitors heading this way
from the north.
From the north? What north?
Gary Jackson's old union.
It's like an impromptu memorial thing.
But DCS St Clair has suggested, as a precaution,
that you come with us to the parish hall,
where we have officers stationed.
It's just for safety.
If there's a memorial, shouldn't we be going?
I won't hide. We've done nowt. Nowt.
Yeah, I should be going. He was my brother-in-law.
I mean, what are the rules for this sort of thing?
I don't know what I'm meant to be doing, Fred.
Will you stop saying that and just get in the car?
Do as you're told!
ST CLAIR: So we have a second victim.
Sarah Vincent, now Fisher.
So, did you know her? Did Scott know her?
No. What about Newstead Abbey?
Is that a place of significance for you or Scott?
Why are you asking about Newstead?
Did you ever visit it as a family?
No, we never really did that kind of thing.
Family...
Can I ask a question?
Over £15,000,
just sat there in an account of a young man
with no training, no qualifications, no job,
still living at home with his parents.
That's not a question.
Why didn't he spend it? Who was he keeping it for?
What? You never asked?
You ever talk about it?
I mean, it was your redundancy, wasn't it?
He resented him having it, that's why.
He only gave it to him to stop his ex-wife having it
during the divorce. Not the only reason.
What, your ex-wife being Scott's mother?
Yeah.
She lives over in Bestwood.
It's a pit village other side of the woods.
Well, former pit village.
And what was Scott's relationship like with his mother?
Would he go there?
SCOFFING: Oh, for...
She's his mother.
When we split up, I weren't in a...
In a good way, you know?
Didn't think I could look after him, like, you know...
Pits had just closed.
She was having it off with another fella, and, erm...
Scott would be about three or four.
So I sent him off to be with her.
I thought it'd be best for him.
A change. But it didn't work out.
I don't know why, he didn't settle.
Well, you do know.
Cos the new fella's kids didn't get on with Scott.
So then she didn't want him.
You didn't want him. She didn't want him.
So, you know, he's not stupid, is he?
Kids know things.
You never wanted him.
I tried...so hard.
Harder than you or her ever did.
Gary Jackson reckoned
there was an undercover cop in the village,
came under a false name and stayed.
You ever heard about that?
HE MUMBLES
Have you always lived here, Fred?
Me?
Um...
Well, um, you know, I was transferred
over from Shirebrook to Annesley Pit in...
..must have been '83, you know, by the Coal Board.
Never been in the police, though.
Not that I've owt against the police.
You know, you lot, you kept us all going, earning a living,
you know, clearing the path to the pit so we could work.
And I know how hard that was.
For you.
Folk don't talk about that, do they?
Not you, coming up, earning a few quid, knock a few heads together
and piss off again, but, you...
Well, we all know.
Those of us who remember.
And what else is there to do round here but remember?
What else is there to do?
You know, a mining family like yours was well liked
around here, respected, and, you know,
to be a policeman from a family like that at a time like that...
Well...
I get it. You...you know what it feels like
to be ostracised, I suppose,
you know, by certain people.
You know, and the choices you have to make
over how to carry... How to... How to just survive!
And...who to survive it with.
ST CLAIR: I almost feel sorry for a kid growing up like that,
but the emphasis firmly on the almost.
I mean, we've got two dead - former miner, councillor -
and then the arrows, you know?
And a train, a solicitor and a fucking peacock.
I mean, what's he up to? What's his pattern?
I didn't know that, about your family.
But you don't, you know...
Was it because of what happened that night?
Let's not.
I was so young back then.
Well, we were both so young.
Younger than my boy now.
Do you think they know, at that age...
I didn't. I mean, you don't, do you?
..quite how beautifully, wonderfully young you are?
Quite how many things it's possible to do with your life
at that point?
And that you should be so happy and excited about it all?
The man we'd like to speak urgently to is Scott Rowley,
24 years old.
Now, I believe Mr Rowley is residing in the woods around Annesley,
Newstead and Hucknall.
We believe he's on foot.
Our officers are searching numerous locations
based on our own intelligence
and from sightings by members of the public.
And with that, I want to stress...
PEN CLICKS
ECHOING: We're miners. United.
We'll never be defeated. INDISTINCT SHOUTING
We're miners. United. We'll never be defeated.
Reception committee's here early. Yeah.
All right, boys and girls, mind your p's and q's.
Get those banners out. That'll do...
That's it.
Come on, lads.
Is the banner really necessary?
Well, this were Gary's union.
He gave his life to it.
Maybe literally, even.
That's it, pull it tight. It's a mark of respect.
Yeah. That's it.
Yeah. All right.
Right. Here we go. Ready?
Remember why we're here. It's for Gary. Come on.
REVEREND: It's, a...
Well, it's, a testimony to Gary...
..how you were all able to mobilise at short notice
to honour him here today.
It's clear that he is a man who meant a lot
to a lot of people.
To family and friends,
but also simply to people who share
a heritage.
Because...
..I suppose that's the thing about people,
is they're always more than one thing,
sometimes lots of contradictory things.
Speaking to Julie, I know that Gary was proud,
but humble.
He was principled,
but with his kids and his grandkids, a total pushover.
He was passionate with his views.
But he listened.
MICKEY: He has no idea what he's doing to us, does he, this lad?
To our relationships.
What, mine and yours?
Stop being a knob.
Our business relationships, which are tenuous.
New suppliers, younger, flashier...
And they have these cuckoos dotted about
that will always undercut us. Why?
Cos they use kids as couriers. Cos they use kids.
Do we use kids? We do not.
Well, you know, maybe we should stop doing it.
We've got the taxis, we've got...
Taxis aren't enough on their own.
Hey. What's wrong?
We trained him.
Didn't we?
We must have done.
And folk'll know.
We need to think of some sort of... What?
Well, acknowledgement of that,
some...some...some sort of penance.
CHILDREN CHATTER IN DISTANCE
DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE
A drink, Julie?
No, I'm all right, love. Thanks.
Sorry to gate-crash, like...
We wanted to briefly pay our respects.
And, erm, no hard feelings for pointing the finger.
Suspension of hostilities sort of thing.
Right, here.
Put this behind the bar.
Oh, no, no, no. Please, no, don't. Don't...
I...I can't accept.
You can accept it.
We're all neighbours.
We all live in the same place at the same time.
And I still think that's a thing what matters,
what means something.
You can accept it.
OK. Go on.
Lovely. Thank you.
MICKEY: Come on, get a drink. Don't be shy.
Evening. What bitter have you got on?
Not Mansfield. You any Tetley's?
Oh, we're at capacity. Sorry.
Ah.
Not in the mood for bygones being bygones, then, eh?
We're not even allowed to raise a glass for a fallen friend?
Been up to much else while you've been down here, have ya?
Heard about a beautiful young lass just been killed?
Eh? You what?
Look, how's about you just pootle off, eh?
And sharpish, please.
Gary's family kept solidarity with us in '84.
You're still drinking with them.
No, please don't use my family as a pawn in any of this.
No, I mean it.
Look, I know Gary appreciated your many whatevers...
Kindnesses over the years, especially when they weren't
extended to him on his own doorstep,
but I think it's best that you go.
Yeah.
Can...can I just say one thing, please?
Something I think Gary would have liked
made known amongst some of his holier-than-thou neighbours.
Gary was a good...
A good man who believed in things,
believed in being straight, honest.
And he were a loyal friend.
But someone here...
..is not who they seem.
Gary sh-shared it with us.
You have a great pretender in your midst.
What's he on about?
I don't know, do I?
Well, in the past couple of months,
Gary talked about it, you know, a spy,
but I didn't know what to think.
I thought it were bollocks.
It is bollocks.
Go on, coming here to stir up the past. Out!
Ey, ey up. Don't shoot the messenger. It in't me.
I mean, our union...
Sorry.
My union.
Your lot broke away, I recall.
In't that right?
Yeah, well, our lot are lobbying the government even now
to find the truth about these spies!
Look to your neighbours, look to your friends.
Someone who came here just before or during that strike.
An outsider with an identity plucked from nowhere -
fake job, fake name - who spied on all of you,
and stayed for whatever reason,
and is still here, walking among you, bold as brass.
And I'll warrant that mad bastard in the woods
knows who it might be.
SPLASHING
TRICKLING
HE SIGHS
PILLS RATTLE
DOORBELL RINGS
KNOCK ON DOOR
Cinds, are you in?
OUTER DOOR OPENS
OUTER DOOR SHUTS
BIRDSONG
LINE RINGS
Yeah. Hi. Hi. It's DI Salisbury.
I need a PNC check on a vehicle or registered keeper details.
If you have the address...
I'm starving.
What? I am.
You're always hungry.
DOOR SHUTS
PAPER RUSTLES
NOAH: What's happened to my name?
What do you mean?
Who's Robbie Platt?
What did you say?
Oh, my God.
What?
What is it?
Grandma?
Yeah.
JACOB: Just incredible. Thank you.
Things like that... Thank you. ..happening round here.
I feel for you both, seriously.
Yeah.
He's in my school, you know?
Noah Jackson.
It's so sad. Poor kid.
Although, I'm sure at that age,
he'll be more resilient than his sister.
I just hope it's over soon.
And what's-his-face, your new pal, can bugger off back to London.
What's his name?
HE SIGHS Erm, Kevin.
Then you can stop being so tetchy.
Who's this?
Nobody.
Some Met inspector Ian had a run-in with way back when.
Right, erm...
Dessert?
Yes! Oh, yeah.
Shall we have another bottle?
Well, I'm driving, so just pudding for me.
DOOR SHUTS
BILLIARD BALLS CLICK
All right?
Erm, pint of cask, please.
Is that a London accent?
Yeah, yeah.
Just here for work, you know?
CLEARS HIS THROAT
Christ, we've had all and sundry in today,
haven't we, Martin? Oh, it's 2.50 thanks.
There you go.
Do I know you, pal?
Nah.
I tend not to forget a face, mysen.
HE CHUCKLES
People tend not to forget mine.
LAUGHTER
PHONE VIBRATES
CHATTER
Hello?
Madeleine?
SIREN WAILS
All right, what's happening?
Hey, hey, Ian! Nothing.
Martin... Oh, they're there now.
I don't mean to say anything, but they started it.
They just came straight in, and he went mad!
Is it him? Tell me it's not that cop. Is it him?!
Oh, what?
I'm just telling the boss. What are you doing here?!
Eh? Come on, get up.
Get all these inside now. Up. Up!
MARTIN: What, are you...are you actually fucking working here?
All right, look, just calm down. Get inside, drink some water.
One of the fuckers who did this is to me?!
He's here to help. Now you get inside.
You don't tell me what to do! You're a fucking wanker!
OVERLAPPING SHOUTS
Don't arrest him.
Just get him inside, calm him down, get some water.
Inside! You... SHOUTING CONTINUES
..in the car.
Fucking arsehole!
In the fucking car!
Loot at this, eh? What a surprise!
Once a turncoat, always a turncoat!
MAN: He said not to arrest him.
OFFICER: Calm down.
For fuck's sake. Come on, in you go.
Go easy, all right?
OFFICER: Just relax. Just relax.
Unbelievable.
Un-fucking-believable.
Yeah, well, I never asked to be here.
Yeah, well, neither did I.
You don't have a clue, do you?
You don't have any fucking idea...
Nope. ..what it were like for us.
You know, those left behind,
the people who lived here had to clear up after your mess.
You did all right. You did better than me...
Having that hanging over me,
being tarred with the same brush as you bastard lot.
Friends who wouldn't talk to me.
Family who just...
And here we are - happening all over again.
Me defending you in front of my...
I'd have stayed here, you know.
What?! I really wanted to stay here.
It was you.
You took that away from me.
Bollocks.
Everything that went wrong for me, everything...
..I can trace back to here.
Trace back to you.
Let's just do our job, shall we?
Catch this killer and then you can fuck off back home.
Yes, Chief.
THUD! GLASS SHATTERS
SHE GASPS
MAN: Scabs!
TYRES SCREECH
SHE GASPS
DOG BARKS
DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE
SOBBING
SOBBING CONTINUES
Cath?
Yeah?
Are you OK?
Why are you asking me that?
It's me who should be asking you.
Cos it's you. It's you who's lost someone.
Well, because you're crying.
Julie...
..I don't know why...
..he did that.
Scott.
Please, don't say his name.
OK. Sorry, sorry.
I hope they find him.
I hope he rots in jail his entire miserable life.
What do we do now?
ST CLAIR: Morning. Morning, sir.
PHONE RINGS
DI Salisbury.
Oh, yeah, cheers. Thanks for calling back.
Yeah, can you give me the name of the person that signed f...?
Are you sure?
Well, can I check the house number?
All right. Yeah, cheers. Thanks for your help.
What is it? Courier company.
The person that signed
for Sarah's missed package the day before...
..was Andy Fisher.
Once we've registered the, erm...
..the thing...
..we should...
We can go and get a...coffee.
Or something.
Maybe a garden centre, maybe?
Still don't feel real.
Any of it.
How could anyone have it in 'em?
Like, have it inside 'em to do such a...
It'd be like psychopathic.
Proper evil.
I just want to top myself.
I want it gone, this feeling.
I was going to spend my life with her, Dad.
I know that...
I know that feeling, Neel, I know it.
When your mum...
But I promise you, over time...
..here and there, bit by bit...
..it becomes possible to live again.
It does, honestly.
And in the meantime...
In the meantime...
..you'll always have me here.
All right?
PHONE BUZZES
Leave it.
It's probably more press. It could be important.
Hello?
Neel, it's Ian St Clair.
We were wondering if you could come in.
I'm sorry, but there's been a development. Uh-huh.
OK, we can come in now. I'll swing by with my dad.
No, erm, best come in alone, eh?
Well, I'm with him now in the car. I'm right next to him.
Right. Hi, Andy.
Yeah, well, in that case, why don't you both come in?
All right. Bye.
Dad, what are y...?
What is...?
HONKING
Dad...
Dad!
HORNS BLARE Dad!
Dad! Dad!
Dad...
HORN BLARES
Dad!
Where are you going?
Dad!
ECHOING: Dad!
MUSIC: Geordie Black by Rowland Harrison
# Ma name is Geordie Black, aa'm 'm getting very awd
# Aa've hewed tonnes of coal in my time
# An' when aa wes young, aa could either put or hew
# Oot o' other lads aa always took the shine
# Aa'm going doon the hill, I canna use the pick
# The master hes ne pity on auld bones
# Aa'm noo on the bank... #