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 killers 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 shit.
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 gunshot.
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, fuck!
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 rape 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 rape 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 murderer 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 fuck'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 killer 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 murder. 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-dick.
Like, shitty-online-but-mostly-OK- to-your-face, medium-dick.
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 shoot 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 kill 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, fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking OK
that maybe we're being recorded right now!
Argh!
The dog was the first fuck-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 fuck!
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 torture 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 murder?
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 shit 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 fucking kill you! I'll kill 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 dick.
But I am.
I'm a throbbing, veiny dick.
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 fucking with my case.
So I'm going to fuck 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 torture.
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 fucking 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 fuck 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 shit 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 fucking 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 fucking 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, fuck 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 fucking specific job of killing 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 fucking with us.
Have the police seen this? No.
I had no reason to show them.
I mean, you caught the guy who killed Sophie and Hugo, right?
ECHOES: Right? Right? Right?