Something is not right in general in this town.
Nina Karlsson?
Nina Karlsson's the lead detective on that Swedish TV series.
What a phenomenal waste of time that was.
So, I've got you a transfer. to Manc Met.
John's never in hospital. You do owt to him?
I wanna know what you are.
Target recovered.
Last chance, Derek.
When you gonna stop with all that?
I'm numbing the pain.
You're evil spawned evil in that daughter of yours!
My wife don't want me. My little girls don't want me.
It's everything. It's what happened to Mehmet.
- What if it wasn't suicide? - God, no.
It's pretty obvious who it is.
Jim? Jim, can you hear me? Stay with us, Jim.
Eddie?
You won't get away with this.
This is how it started such a long time ago.
Put the bottle down.
Come on, Dad, it's started.
You're missing it, Ed. You're missing all of it.
- I'm coming. - Dad, it's the funny bit.
It's time, Eddie.
You're gonna miss it, Ed. You're gonna miss all of it.
I don't know why I did it.
I don't know.
I can't remember.
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A few things I need from you, address, star sign, all that shite.
All right.
- Have you put sugar in this? - Two, boss.
Heaped?
Fucking hell.
I'm sorry about the bins, Riya. I'll apologise to folk.
- Good lad. - I just wanna put it to bed.
Yeah, I understand that. One question.
Why did we find wire cutters?
Er... Wire cut... I'm... I'm not sure why.
Wire cutters.
You can see with a gaping hole in Jim's fence.
That's easy for me to put two and two.
Tell me about Mehmet.
Thought we was talking about bins.
How did he get to the bottom of the tower?
Was it an overdose? An accident?
Did you argue? Did you push him?
Did something happen that wasn't meant to happen?
Come on, talk to me. Time's ticking.
Thing is... all this stuff you're saying...
you need evidence.
A draft copy of Mehmet's suicide note...
found in your lockup in your handwriting,
Katie Wells's bracelet found in your house,
and we're already testing DNA.
Anything?
No?
Shame.
I'm holding you on suspicion of the murder of Mehmet Shah.
You spend all this time as police trying not to judge books, but...
if someone's face is screaming "shitbag",
they might actually just possibly be a shitbag.
Oh, I've always judged books by their covers, boss.
That's just my thing.
And yet, I still feel there's something he's not telling me.
We found very high levels of a substance in his blood.
Causes respiratory problems
and hyperactivity in the prefrontal cortex.
That's the part of the brain that regulates fear.
Does your son take recreational drugs?
No.
Could anyone have given him anything?
- Not that I know of. - OK.
We're running tests, trying to figure out exactly what's happened.
We'll keep him in for monitoring, if that's all right?
Course.
If you can think of anything unusual that's happened,
people he might have met, let us know.
Hey, Dez, thanks for popping by.
Wanted to give you this for the catering for my party.
The sausages, the honey sauce... all was bang on.
Oh, aye, they went down well, them sausages, didn't they?
- Glad you liked, yeah. - Yeah.
Ta for this. I like a Shiraz.
Bit of steak, bit of Shiraz.
You're welcome.
We've arrested your brother...
in connection with the murder of Mehmet Shah.
- What did you say? - Holding him in a cell downstairs.
I thought... I thought it were a suicide.
Well, we've had evidence suggesting otherwise.
Tell me what you know.
Same as you!
You're not telling me, as his brother,
he hasn't said anything to you.
He keeps himself to himself. You know what he's like.
- Is he pushing drugs? - No.
- Has he ever mentioned Katie Wells to you? - No.
You and Kane found John in the forest.
What were you doing there?
Just on our way to Kane's place. Right place, right time.
Got Mehmet dead, Katie missing, and John in hospital,
and Kane seemingly in the centre of all of it.
If there's a reason, I need to know why.
He's got issues, you know that.
The whole town does, but he don't harm folk.
How would you know that?
Like you said, he keeps himself to himself, don't he?
Something weird's going on in that forest.
What is this, theory 9,333?
Other info's come to light,
and it's telling me my "theories" aren't so bad after all.
Why do you find it so hard... to relax?
There are pieces missing, and it's all pointing to Kane.
Who's sitting in a cell down stairs.
Look, you're going soon.
You've given us a murderer to be getting on with.
Now let it be.
They're not gonna tolerate this at Manc Met, you know.
Look, everything I've been going on about,
everything, might just have some weight.
Can you just let me finish this case?
This town is crying out for truth.
What would you know about this town?
You've been here ten minutes.
Those who were born in Chadder know what this town is crying out for.
It's crying out for light.
And they don't need to know what's going on
until they need to know what's going on.
First Eddie, now Kane.
There are monsters living amongst us, kid.
I'm not prepared to let this community be destroyed again.
Time to change the headline.
- To what? - You know what!
You are not going on about Best Kept Village, are you?
- Of course I bloody am! - It's a certificate, Linda.
It's not just a certificate, though, is it?
It's what it means for the people.
It gives 'em hope, and it gives 'em light!
Does it? Does it?!
Does a certificate give you light and hope?
Maybe explain it to me another time.
Just figure it out for yourself!
Meet me at the carvery. One hour.
Listen up, everyone.
The judges'll be here in a couple of days.
They'll be looking at you.
Looking for the cracks, staring at your lives,
your lawns and all the bits in-between.
Last week, I saw a condom on a bench.
Not good enough.
To me, that's a sign you've given up,
that the monsters among us have broken your spirit.
Now, you can bend to that, if you like,
or you can show 'em your poker face and bring it home.
They said there was a curse on Chadder. Well, not any more.
We've got the best bread in Lancashire.
We have though, haven't we?
We got a new B&B and The Tree Of Good Hope.
We haven't won this since 2011.
I'm fucked if we're gonna lose it again... yeah?
Let's get a victory for the Vale.
Best Kept Village! Thank you.
Katie, got a new girl starting today.
She'll need setting up.
You all right, Katie?
Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.
You fucking slut.
If you think I won't, think again cos I fucking will.
- Katie! - Hey!
Get up! I said, "Get the fuck up!"
Come at me again and I will snap you in two.
- Katie! - Did you shag him?!
- No. - Don't fucking lie to me.
What the fuck are you on?
Think you know him, do you? Think you've got what it takes?
Yeah, good luck with that.
Oi, come here.
- You what? - Come here.
We got back to his room that night, and I took my top off...
and he told me to put it back on.
Said that you were his girl.
Said you always would be.
John?
I know I'm not who you wanna see right now.
What happened in the forest, John? Did you take something?
Did you take the same thing as Mehmet?
What's going on, John?
- You wouldn't understand. - Try me.
I... saw things.
- What? - Like...
- Can you leave now? - OK, er...
Talk to me.
Really need you to leave.
No, no, Katie, wait! Don't leave!
Morning, Keith.
Ah, do you ever take a day off?
That lad that you brought in from Chadder, Mehmet Shah,
what can you tell me about him?
Barely had the body ten minutes before Manc Met took him.
Yeah, but a man as exceptional as you are,
you can find out the cause of death in, what, thirty seconds, no?
He had fluid in his lungs.
Cause of death was drowning... in my opinion.
Is that right?
Blood samples showed traces of a black liquid,
a kind of resin.
I've never seen it before.
- You took samples, right? - I did.
- Did Manc Met get their hands on it? - Most of it.
But you kept some for yourself, didn't you?
Keith, I love that. Ever the professional.
See, that resin,
I think it's caused by a drug, and it's affecting all of the kids.
So can you do me a favour?
Can you test it for me, like, yesterday?
You're a bossy fucker.
Er! Assertive, Keith. Assertive.
Looks pressing.
- Boss! - Boss.
Wow, tasteful.
- That's just BKV, boss. - Best Kept Village, boss.
Apparently, you get marked on topiary, so...
We've got John, Mehmet and a dead stag all linked to a drug.
I wanna know all about it, why it's in the forest
and why these kids are taking it.
- Yeah, on it, boss. - Like Sonic, boss.
- What are those called again? - Secateurs.
You bloody witch.
Who are you calling a witch, you drunken old tosser?
I've checked the DNA.
It's a match. Looks like Kane's our man.
'Manchester Met are here, kid.'
They found your DNA on Mehmet's note, on his clothes.
They are gonna charge you with his murder, Kane.
Anything you have to say, now's the time to say it.
Did someone force you to do something, Kane?
Something you didn't wanna do?
I never knew what I wanted to be when I were little.
But I knew what I didn't wanna be.
I didn't wanna be known. Didn't want people to see me.
It's why I became a driver.
Pick it up, drop it off, wipe my hands of it. Done.
Quiet life.
And then people put seeds in your head.
They... They push you down roads that you don't wanna go.
And that... that one wish you had as a kid...
vanishes.
Time to go.
Kane?
- I'll get you out. - This is my out.
- Good day? - "Good day"?
- It's just a question. - Very couple-y.
You're overthinking. Just relax. Take a seat.
I don't want a seat. I want answers.
These kids in the forest, they're dropping like flies,
and I don't know how or why.
Mehmet didn't fall, he drowned. But no-one's listening.
Just arrested a man today
for a crime he may or may not have committed.
- Story of your fucking life. - What is?
- Doubt. - Excuse me?
You're riddled with it.
You go a thousand miles an hour in one direction
and then slam it in reverse.
Also, why don't you ask me about my day for a fucking change?
- Sorry! How was your day? - Not great.
You wanna elaborate?
Too much work, not enough time, customers shouting.
- Is there anything I can do to help? - Yeah.
You can sweep the floors.
I'm not sweeping your floors.
Yes, you will. Start at the back and work your way in.
I'm not sweeping your floor.
- Ri? - Every fucking time.
Yeah?
- Sorry if I'm interrupting. - Could you not have called?
- Better in person. - Er, not necessarily.
- Hi, again. - Hi.
Cut to it.
Mum's had a turn. She won't listen to me.
- I was wondering if you... - Oh, for...
You're unbelievable.
'What is that?'
- What, love? - Inside there!
Why's it trying to hurt me?
There's no-one trying to hurt you.
I'm not talking about a person. What is that thing?
- What thing? - It's beneath us.
Don't you take me back.
I've signed the paperwork, they never asked this.
Don't...!
You lied to me. It's under my skin. You lied!
- Sue, Sue. - You lied!
I'm gonna get you some water, OK? You're all right.
This doesn't just up and off, Nick.
She's got a degenerative condition.
She needs her tabs.
- I'm just suggesting a different approach. - Well, don't.
Where are these tablets even coming from?
From a clinic on Harley Street. Specialists.
Is that a good enough approach for you?
Goodness sakes.
I don't know where the glasses are.
Where have you put the glasses, Nick?
That smells nice.
Well, I thought you might fancy a bite.
- That for me? - It's your favourite.
Where's er... Ricky Martin?
- She's gone back to Spain. - Why?
Cos I'm still in love with you.
'Game complete.'
Hm?
What a waste of time.
What are you hiding, Nina Karlsson?
- Are you OK? - Just work stuff.
I feel lost. Like I'm getting things wrong.
In the build up to any crime, there's a change.
A departure from the norm.
A change in behaviour, action, word.
This town, it's riddled with something.
Drugs, dead stags, missing kids. The signposts are all there.
Just whether we choose to see them or not.
And I can't work out what I'm not seeing.
'What have you got for me, Keith?'
You know how many islands there are in Indonesia?
A few.
18,000. The scheramine plant grows on one of them.
What it's doing here is anyone's guess.
- That it? - Scheramine.
More commonly known as Devil's Door.
As a plant, it's completely harmless.
If turned into a gas, it's slightly more terrifying.
In what way?
It delves into the neurocircuitry of your fears,
ignites a thousand little fires.
Once those flames get out of control,
there's not much you can do about it.
You become so consumed with anxiety that it cripples you.
The levels in Mehmet's blood were so high that, if he was in water,
he wouldn't have got very far.
- How does a gas get into a forest? - Beats me.
It's called scheramine. Devil's Door.
I need to know for sure
there haven't been any other cases like John's.
- Our files are strictly confidential. - Confidential, yep, yep, I get it.
But this is a murder I'm investigating.
Quick ganders, then I'm off.
Go on.
Oh, er, did some more digging on the drug front, boss.
Kids are mainly on E and whizz.
And weed. A lot of them love weed.
It's called scheramine.
Just been to the hospital,
and turns out there was another person
admitted with that exact same drug in their system a few months back.
- Who? - A Swedish girl.
- No! - The one and fucking only, Nina Karlsson.
You take your time, kidda. But take it quickly.
- What is it you want to know? - Well, let's start with your name.
- Nina. - Nina what?
- Karlsson. - Swedish?
- Stockholm. - Well, well.
Stockholm to here. That's an easy transition.
Tell me about it.
- It's a long story. - Shorten it.
Do you know this guy?
- No. - You sure?
- Never met him. - OK.
- The B&B. - I was there for two nights.
- To see the tree? - No.
So that was a lie?
- We get told to say it. - Told by who?
It's on the... the paperwork.
- What paperwork? - I can't say. When you...
When you sign, you sign.
- Ever heard of Devil's Door? - What about it?
How'd you get your hands on it?
- It was presented to me. - Presented? Where? In the forest?
It was just a game.
Hospital records said you nearly died. Who gave it to you?
- How did they cure you? - They didn't.
- I had to fight it. - How?
I... faced it.
- You were on forums with Mehmet Shah. - Well, we connected.
Over drugs?
Video games, the planet. You know we... we have a purpose.
An end point. We... We chose it.
- We made that decision. - You and Mehmet? What decision?
You do know he's dead?
At least answer me this...
Is anyone in danger?
I can't say.
Don't be thinking you're anything special.
- You were born nothing. - You're just like your dad.
- You are nothing. - You're pathetic.
Nothing.
Oh, for f...
- Guilt. That's what this is. - Five years?
Every week. They try to cauterise the wound.
- All they do is open it back up. - Who's they?
It must be the Wells family, who do you think?
It'll be the wife, clearing her conscious.
What you gonna do with it?
- 'Ey up. - Hiya.
Hey, so, I thought, later on, we could go for...
go for a bite, yeah?
Maybe.
I don't know, we could, er, go for a walk. Take in the shites.
- But does it fix this? - Well, I just... You know.
I thought after the other night...
That night mean nowt. To either of us.
It were just two people
desperate to find something that ain't there any more.
It felt... It felt real, no?
- Felt like the old us. - Did it heck.
Conning ourselves. I just felt angry and sick.
Right.
'I'm not interested in the things within my reach.
'I'm interested in the things beyond my reach.'
How's your John?
Not my John. Keep saying.
Been quiet.
Too much noise, in't there?
- Your dad? - No, no. Not really.
- Look, if you're scared of him... - I'm not scared, Mum.
You've changed, darling.
It's like... him being here is...
pushing you away.
I've wanted out for ages now.
I'm gonna miss you when you go. Hm?
- I mean, who am I gonna walk to t'factory with? - Mum.
Who am I gonna have my lunchtime cig with?
Who's gonna give me the goss?
Things have happened recently, right?
And it's made me realise...
You wrap me up... in this routine, in this way of being,
and it's not me.
- I don't wanna become that. - Become what? - You.
It's not Dad I'm afraid of, Mum.
It's you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
It's j... I don't...
I don't want the life you've got.
It's fine for you, but it's not fine for me.
I want more, more than Chadder Vale.
You know that. I always have.
I'm sorry, Mum.
- I'm sorry. - Don't be.
Mum.
Hey! Hey!
Enough. I've had enough.
But I-I-I don't... I don't know what this is!
Your guilt. Your family's guilt. As if money could repair this.
Come near my property again,
and I'll take matters into my own hands.
Fuck.
Do you know evil, Lilly?
You have evil in your blood... because your father is evil.
And days after he came back into our lives,
my son is dead.
And you were breaking into his room, going through his things.
That is evil, Lilly.
Now leave.
Hiya, Dad.
Hi, Lil.
D'you want?
Can I tell you a secret?
If you like.
I wish you were dead.
You ruined my life, and I wish you were dead.
OK.
Come with me. Come on.
Where are we going?
You'll see.
Dad? Dad, please can we go home? I'm tired.
Just keep walking.
Why are we here? I wanna go back.
Where are we?
We're near the lake.
We used to come here when... you were little.
Just wait there.
- No. Where are you going? - Just-Just wait.
You don't get to do that.
You don't get to march into my space throwing accusations about.
You don't know the first fucking thing about me.
Pay you? Pay you with what, exactly?
While you're sitting here in your ivory drill tower,
some of us are scraping our knuckles down here at zero.
But you wouldn't know any of that, would you?
No. Cos you're all you, you, fucking you!
- Lil? - Mum? Can you hear me?
Lil? Lil, you're breaking up, darling.
- I'm-I'm with Dad at the lake. - You're where?
The lake. I'm really scared.
- Lil? - I dunno what he's gonna do.
Lil?
Mum?
Lilly!
Lily!
Fuck.
Oh, what's happened?
Hey. Hey, what is it?
Hey, look at me. Shh!
Where's your dad? Where is he?
Hm.
Mm.
Eddie!
Eddie?
Eddie, come back!
Eddie.
Eddie. Look at me.
When you came home... I didn't give us any hope.
I... I shut that out. I shut you out.
I were angry...
that you'd walked back into a life that I'd built.
Me, on my own, and I were angry about that.
But... I were wrong to be.
I should've given us hope.
- Why? - Because... we chose each other...
for a reason, all those years ago.
- And that has to mean something. - Dad!
Jim.
Jim!
Eddie.
It's too warm.
- The ice won't hold. - It's too late, Jim.
- This is what monsters deserve. - Dad, please!
Eddie! Hold on.
Here... have this.
- You saved his life, Jim. - Huh.
However that makes you feel.
- You did right. - I didn't do it to be right.
I did it because I'm owed an explanation. Look.
Eddie's sin. Left at my door every week.
I thought it was her, the wife...
but no.
Who was it?
There's things that need saying.
I see your pain,
and I promise you that I can match that.
What...
the fuck would you know about pain?
I've had five years screaming in my sleep,
five years of injections,
just... trying to get me through the next five minutes.
- Match that! - Jim.
- Tell me about that night. - You know what happened.
Just... walk me through it, one last time.
He was convicted by a jury beyond reasonable doubt.
He was convicted because there were no witnesses.
He was found covered in my blood.
With a broken bottle in his hand. I get it.
- So what else do you need? - Clarity.
It was dark. I was walking home.
I heard... laughter.
I turned and saw him at the top of the street.
He was swaying, drinking from a... a glass bottle.
I turned back, carried on walking.
He attacked me from behind.
- Did you see his face? - Uh?
- Did you see anyone else? - No!
- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm sure. There was no-one.
Eddie.
The day of the attack, where had you been?
- At work. - And then what?
I finished work early, went... went the Dog.
Who was in the Dog?
I can't remember.
Did you speak to anyone? Did you drink with anyone?
No. No, I mean, not-not apart from Jakub. No, no-one.
So Jakub was there?
Well, yeah. I mean, he'd come in and get his wages early, you know.
- Did he leave with you? - No.
- Are you sure? - We weren't mates. So...
Why are you asking all this again?
Because... this money...
it's from someone who feels guilty about this...
someone who was there that night.
On some of the notes, there were some... marks.
Some stains.
Like oil.
Fucking hell.
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