*CREDITS*
In 1835, Charles Darwin went to the Galapagos Islands,
and found the wildlife so tame,
he could pick the birds out of the trees with his hands.
Not because they'd been treated kindly by man,
but because they'd never encountered him.
Darwin had a name for an animal
who had not yet learnt to fear its predator.
Naive prey.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
You're not stressing over this, then?
Was she his ex?
No.
Then, why are you being so weird about it?
Amy Knightly went missing the day after that photo was taken,
and then she was never seen again.
Oh, my God.
Were you friends with her?
No.
Poor Dad.
I just can't believe he never told me.
What's this, a dawn raid?
Miranda Ashby's had her baby. I thought you'd want to know.
You know, now that we're sharing.
Yeah, I'd prefer to have known in about two hours.
Do come in.
So what now?
Well, there's no guarantee either of them'll survive.
And Miranda's abuser will get away with it.
Not if you tell me who the other girl is.
You know I can't do that.
_
So how does your podcast work, then?
You look for evidence, then try and decide who's guilty?
Amy's a missing person.
- We don't know if anyone's guilty. - Yeah, that's true.
The theory was that she'd run away.
Atheory.
You have another one?
I do.
You want to tell me what it is?
You are very curious, Detective Manning.
I went to the same school as Amy.
Mm. Did you ever meet her?
No.
No, I was in the year above.
And she hadn't been there that long.
We knew some of the same people, though.
Like who?
Teachers.
Hmm.
I could be a sounding board, if you like.
How about...
an interview?
Oh, I'm not sure I know enough to be that interesting.
Colour and context.
And my 12-year-old boss would lose her dummy.
Then I'll disguise your voice.
I should go.
Suit yourself.
There was a rumour at the time that Amy's parents had taken out
a life insurance policy in her name.
They were short on money.
Hold on.
An eyewitness had Amy walking towards the lake
the evening she went missing.
Given that, you would think they'd have searched it.
You've seen the case file?
Is there a person of interest?
There are some people who interest me.
What, more than one?
It's an eight-hour podcast.
So, what, you're going to parade each of them
across the internet, whether they are guilty or not?
That's so wrong.
Erm, I'll tell you what's so wrong
is a kid going missing
and no-one bothering to look for her. Mm-hm.
And you're doing this for Amy, are you?
"She wasn't without her faults."
That's what Amy's headteacher told the local newspaper.
And I'm guessing you know what faults she was talking about.
She was sexually mature.
Yeah.
She fucked about and she found out.
That's what Mrs Cawdor was getting at, right?
Why do women do that?
Fear?
You know, "If I don't act like her,
"then, it can't happen to me." I get it.
Oh.
Mrs Cawdor write you a nice UCAS, did she?
Yeah, she does not deserve to go to podcast prison.
Eh, we'll see.
Are you going to tell me who your suspects are or not?
Erm... not.
You've had too many spoilers already.
Kitty!
Let's get inside.
I need you to be quiet.
OK, OK!
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh!
Amy, please.
Maybe I should go and speak to Sheena on my own.
Yeah, go on, then.
You make no sense to me, Manning.
I thought you'd be desperate to get back in there.
I'm a riddle, wrapped in an enigma,
wrapped in inexpensive office wear.
Right, I'll see you in a bit.
Toodle-oo.
Central records, how can I help?
Hi, I'm looking for a 2007 case file.
Number?
I don't have it, actually, but the name is Amy Knightly.
Kilo, November, India, Golf, Hotel, Tango, Lima, Yankee.
Yes, that's available.
Erm, could I pick it up today?
Certainly. What's the name of the requesting officer?
Detective Constable Ember Manning.
It needs to be a Sergeant or above.
Ah, oh, yeah, actually,
I'm requesting on behalf of DS Lawley.
In that case, I'll need to speak to her.
Or she can drop me an email if that's easier.
Sure.
Fuck you very much.
What?
Go on, you heard her.
How long's she got to be here?
I thought you were staying put.
I'm not sure how long.
Go on, I'm waiting.
For what?
I'm just trying to imagine how you'd say it.
Ellis is looking very loved-up about his, checks notes,
step-second-cousin.
If you're thinking it, you don't need me to say it.
Would it be so terrible if Ellis were the father?
Hmm, well, it would save the baby on Christmas cards.
She's tiny...
"Dear Great-Uncle-Grandad Brad."
What are you doing?
Sometimes they list the due date, as well as the birth date,
which would tell us when the baby was conceived.
And?
Sheena.
How's Miranda?
Ah, she's gone for a CT.
So, hopefully we'll know more after that.
We need a witness statement, Sheena.
Only about the fall.
Unless there's... anything else?
Dr Warrington. Paging Dr Warrington.
Ta.
Do you remember that toddler group at the community centre?
What, Monkey Movement?
Yeah.
You weren't much more than a kid yourself.
Still the best mum there.
Hardly.
Mack came with you a few times.
The three of you were like something from a magazine.
There are bits of my life...
of Miranda's life...
that are so...
ugly.
She's probably going to die, Ember,
and it feels like the kindest thing I can do for her...
is to let those bits die, too.
Then, that's what you should do.
Taser! Taser! Taser!
Jesus fuck, Mum!
The door was open.
Where the hell did you get that?
Barbara Chapman's son bought a job lot off the dark Web.
You are going to end up in jail, you do know that, don't you?
Perhaps that's where I'll have my lesbian fling.
You don't actually have to go to jail to meet a lesbian,
but, yeah, sure, if that's your fantasy.
What are you doing?
I want my albums back.
Good. They're taking up space.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Do you want more room for your illicit weapons?
That was out the front here.
Your indie phase.
Arctic Foxes.
Arctic Monkeys.
Whatever happened to them?
They got replaced by Monkey Movement.
I was so young.
Love doesn't always play by the rules.
You didn't know it was love.
I knew.
And Dad would've thought Mack was a wrong 'un.
Your dad thought vegetarians were wrong 'uns.
Yeah, he would've asked questions.
Am I being accused of something, Ember?
No. I am just struggling to imagine Hannah bringing home
a grown man and me being entirely fine with it.
Well, what does it matter now?
It was a happy marriage.
You have a lovely daughter.
Plus, Hannah is 15 and you were 17...
- 16. - You'd turned 17.
Hence the bubbles.
That was my birthday?
It was the day after. And you were hungover.
You'd only met Malachy a couple of weeks earlier,
and he couldn't make your actual birthday,
so I did you a little dinner party.
None of us got to bed till the small hours.
What, Mack stayed here the night Amy Knightly went missing?
And what's that got to do with anything?
Erm, no, there's a...
There's a podcaster in town investigating it.
It's about time the father's lie came out.
What?
Oh, God.
Don't tell me you've been talking to Amy Knightly.
You know that's not what it's like.
But, yes, I have been in her space, actually.
Hmm. And she told you her dad killed her?
No. She just made it known that he lied.
About what?
I didn't interview her under caution, Ember.
I just know what they want me to know.
But she doesn't want you to know what actually happened to her?
The messages can be difficult to interpret.
Mm-hm.
I've been in Mack's space, too, recently.
Oh, yeah?
What did he really want you to know?
That bollock cancer is a pain in the bollocks?
He wants you to know he doesn't mind you moving on.
That doesn't sound like Mack.
He understands that you have needs.
Needs?
Widow's fire.
I was insatiable after your father died.
I am not having this conversation.
Get rid of the Taser, Mum.
Mmm, potato waffles!
That smell is so Dad!
Mmm, his favourite.
Mm, look at you two!
You know, apparently, we were like something out of a magazine.
Well, it's nice to see him up there.
- I was wondering... - Hmm?
how you might want to mark the anniversary.
Erm...
Tequila shots and cocaine?
I was thinking maybe it's about time
that we did something with the ashes.
You're right, he has been on top of your wardrobe a bit too long.
What, you thinking just us, or...?
No. No, let's make a fuss.
OK.
And I'm going to give you a lift into school this morning.
How come?
Yeah, go, Mum!
When I first left home, I...
I had this flatmate, Danielle.
She was very attractive and...
She had these stomach muscles, you know?
Mum, I'm going to be late.
She'd leave her door open when she was getting changed.
Because, for girls like that,
even putting on their jeans is a performance.
And it can seem like they're putting on that performance just for you.
Maybe they are, in that moment.
But they don't mean it.
Danielle had a boyfriend.
Do you see what I'm saying?
You were a dry run.
Oh, God.
My husband was a sailor.
You know, they say sports cars are phallic,
but... I actually think it's boats.
You want to try Freudian psychoanalysis, do you?
No. I do not.
I'm glad I bumped into you, actually,
because I am not going to be able to make it to our session.
- That's OK, we can rearrange. - No, I mean, at all, again.
You're having the wobble.
- The wobble? - Yeah.
It's the bit when people realise that therapy is going to be painful.
It usually comes a couple of sessions in,
but clearly you're precocious.
What if it's actually the bit where people realise
that they're looking for problems that just aren't there?
I don't think it is.
- Sorry I've wasted your time. - No, not at all.
I do this job because I find people fascinating.
So, thank you for giving me even a brief insight into Ember world.
Ember world?
Hmm.
Have you come to invite me out to lunch?
I've come to ask if you want to scatter some ashes.
We were going to do it on the anniversary.
I'd be honoured.
Where are you thinking?
Mack wanted to do it on the jetty.
Well, he certainly made plenty of memories there.
Yeah.
Who's your man out there?
Oh, Casey?
My therapist. Well, ex-therapist.
We broke up.
He kept the couch.
Very friendly between you.
My therapist, Arj.
Hey, where women see barriers, men see challenges.
Consider me your very own arsehole detector.
I can detect my own arseholes, thank you very much.
I know.
I promised Mack I'd watch over his girls.
So that's what I have to do.
Why are you ignoring my messages?
I've been busy.
What, with your packed social calendar?
You know Malachy has to stay a secret, don't you?
Yeah, I'm not stupid.
But I've got space for more than one.
Are you coming?
Why would we reopen a misper from 17 years ago?
Because Amy Knightly was a child.
And maybe we could be forgiven for not finding her
if we'd actually bothered to look.
I was in primary school at the time, Manning.
I think I'm in the clear.
Look, she deserves to be found.
And you think there'll be an appetite for that upstairs, do you?
Well, maybe there would be if they knew
there was a podcaster investigating it.
What podcaster?
Riz Samuel. Look her up.
She's got form for highlighting police fuck-ups.
I'll mention it to Morgan.
In the meantime, Hitch and I could do a bit of a review,
see where we're vulnerable.
In the meantime, you can get down to the Waterfront.
The local business alliance has expressed concerns
with our lack of action around shoplifting.
Surely a uniformed officer would make a better scarecrow?
You can wear a uniform if you'd like.
Meow.
All right, come on.
Er, Hannah!
You did not leave the house looking like that.
I mean, I think she looks hot.
Er, what do you think, Hitch?
Oh, I'm absolutely not getting involved.
You know you don't need to - you do know that?
I know, because I'm perfect the way I am?
Yes. You all are.
It's the pop stars and porn that isn't normal...
Mum! Never say that again.
What, porn? Porn.
? Porn, porn, porn, porn!
- ? Porn, porn! ? - Mum, stop it! Stop!
Look, I've already told you that it wasn't me!
It wasn't!
Isn't that Ellis Ashby's car?
- Dunno. - Yeah.
Who's the girl?
I didn't do it...
I dunno. She's, erm, the year below us.
Get in the car.
Sheena... Sheena, I was wrong.
If someone has abused Miranda,
then the chances are he's going to go on to abuse other girls.
He has to be exposed.
Whoever he is.
You've been asked to stay away.
Yeah, and yet something keeps drawing me back here.
Ember was just leaving.
Please.
Yeah.
Yeah, for now.
What have you said?
Nothing.
I saw Brad Ashby with a girl.
If it was your source, she's potentially in danger.
You want me to do your job for you?
I want us to share.
But all of it.
If you really care about Amy Knightly,
then let me help you find her.
What do you think you can do that I can't?
I have a warrant card,
that gives me access to people and places
that a Twitter profile doesn't.
It's not in my interest for the police to open this
before my podcast comes out.
Who said anything about the police reopening it?
I want to see the case file.
So you can arrest me for having it?
- No, I'm not going to do that. - Hmm.
Let's treat this like a first date, shall we?
Take it nice and slow.
So, I'm struggling to track down the witness
who saw Amy walking to the lake the evening she went missing.
They're not at the same address?
I don't have an address.
It should be on the witness statement.
There is no witness statement.
Then, how do you know there's a witness?
A guy called Mohammed called up and said he saw her.
Initials FF.
The number no longer exists
and I can't find any details for him.
They're not initials.
FF means frequent flyer.
Frequent flyer?
Someone who calls in a lot.
A dud?
Not necessarily. But dud or not,
it's odd that there's no witness statement.
It wants following up.
Yeah, Lancashire isn't short of people called Mohammed.
How do I find him?
You don't.
OK, and if you find him,
you're going to tell me who he is, are you?
I am.
Right after you show me the case file.
You know, when my dad died, I felt like...
I'd lost the only person in the world
who thought I was good enough.
Is this about the make-up?
And about the fact
that you're wearing your dad's jacket.
Playing his guitar.
It's a cool jacket.
Yeah, I'm just saying, I did something similar.
Put myself on display.
I think maybe I was hoping somebody would just scoop me up.
Next thing you know, I'll be accidentally knocked up
by an older guy and my life will be ruined.
Hannah...
my life was not ruined.
You weren't even an accident, if you want to know the truth.
You got pregnant on purpose?
At 17?
Well, there'd been so much death.
We'd both lost a parent...
so your dad thought we needed some... life, hope.
So, we decided I should come off the pill and...
see how the universe responded, and it gave us you.
Why have you never told me this before?
I've never told anyone.
I think maybe I was worried people would judge.
Yeah.
It is a pretty wild thing to do.
Yeah.
You want to come to Ember world?
It's a bit like Disney, but less fun.
Why are you here, Ember?
Honestly, I think it's the job.
Has you seeing demons.
What kind of demons?
I thought, briefly, that...
Mack might have been involved in something awful.
I-I know now that... That he wasn't, but...
You're shocked that you could've suspected him?
I can't find any paperwork on this.
Manning?
We're just making some preliminary enquiries.
OK, but has anyone asked us to?
Stay there if you like.
There's a bag of crisps and a can of pop in my bag.
Hello?
Mrs Knightly, I'm DC Ember Manning, this is DC Hitchin.
We'd like to talk to you about your daughter's disappearance,
- if that's OK? - Oh, God.
Have you found her?
I'm afraid not.
Oh... My husband's spraying the terrace.
I'll go and get him.
DC Hitchin can do that. Can't you, Simon?
Yeah, no problem.
Did you know a podcast journalist was investigating Amy's case?
Oh, God.
Our names will be dragged through the mud again.
People say such cruel things.
The life insurance?
It was a policy taken out in Russell's name,
with an automatic pay-out for the death of a child.
We didn't even know about it.
You were away the weekend Amy went missing?
Yes. At a conference.
Amy was alone with your husband?
That's right.
Apparently she could be... challenging?
Did they ever argue?
Are you suggesting Russell did something to her?
People snap. Men... snap.
Are you married?
Could your husband snap?
Ah...
My husband's dead.
Nobody did anything to Amy.
She said she was going to leave, and she did.
Some people are just born in the wrong place...
and they have to rectify that.
Amy took her passport.
She's flying free.
Everything all right?
Amy said she was going out to meet some friends.
Do you know who?
No.
Amy only had one friend. Caitlin.
And she wasn't with her that night.
Was there a boyfriend?
No.
Well, there were boys.
Do you know their names?
They were lowlifes.
Amy knew we wouldn't approve.
So, er, Amy went out at what time?
Between the hours of...
five and... eight.
Sorry to be vague.
Er, I don't suppose you remember what she was wearing?
No, sorry, I don't.
And, erm, when did you report that she hadn't come home?
Not until the following morning.
I think I must've fallen asleep quite early.
Amy didn't have a curfew?
My business was failing.
Our marriage was failing and...
trying to exert any kind of authority over Amy
was an impossible task.
We did tell her that she couldn't go out,
but she'd go out anyway and, in the end, we just...
I just stopped bothering.
What's wrong with your hands?
Erm, we had Japanese knotweed.
Russell's still haunted by it.
Once you have it,
it's never really gone.
For the insurance to pay out,
Amy must've been declared dead, which means at some point,
you've told a court that you believe that she is.
It doesn't mean that we actually do.
No.
Thank you for your time.
Thank you.
What I need is loyalty, OK?
Hey, Amy.
Your dad's home. He'll know we're bunking.
Don't worry.
No...
No!
I'm invisible.
No! If you pull your money out now, Tony, I'm done.
Come on.
I am fucking done!
There's going to be a viewing.
Who's that?
Diane. The estate agent.
She's a cunt.
"We're not selling a house,
"we're selling a lifestyle.
"Ideally the place should smell of baking or bleach.
"But never, ever...
"blood."
I'm going to see every one of those places.
That'll take you a long time.
Hmm.
If you were a drop of water,
you'd exist forever and travel everywhere eventually.
Is that what you'd like to be?
Everywhere and always.
What about you?
I'd like to be...
me, right now.
Fuck...
Fuck.
Jesus.
You've forgotten your knickers.
Why do you do this?!
Why can't you help yourself?!
Superintendent Needham?
Usually just Roy these days!
I was, uh, hoping to talk to you about your work.
Go on.
Privately, if possible.
Oh, there's no need for that!
There aren't many of my war stories this lot haven't heard.
Why was Hap Lake never searched for Amy Knightly?
Who the fuck are you?!
A journalist.
- From where? - From podcasts.
Then, I suggest you approach
the Greater Lancs Constabulary press office with your questions.
I know that there was a witness who placed Amy at the lake,
but there is no witness statement and there was no search.
Did you hear what I said?
I'm retired.
I'm not sure how you expect me to recall the details
of some random case from my 40-plus-year career.
Of course, I'm sorry.
Only, I thought maybe you would recall it,
on account of the fact that you were such good friends
with the victim's father.
There is a photo of you both on his sideboard.
Why was the lake never searched?
You shower of shit.
You find half a fact, and you think you have a story.
The so-called witness was a reward hunter.
And when he realised we knew it,
he refused to give his statement.
Turned very aggressive with our officers, as it happens.
Now, like I say, we have a press office
and, more importantly, we have a code of conduct,
which is what separates people like me from people like you.
How can we be sure that he's a witness?
Because if your name's Mohammed and you get arsey with the police,
you're getting done under section 89,
which is what this guy did a few days after Amy went missing.
Well, he looks like someone who could turn.
He looks about as threatening as candyfloss.
Maybe we should run this by Head Girl first.
- She already said no. - What?
Manning...
- Shit. - What are you doing?
- Put it up. - What...?
Right, if you break that, you're paying for it.
You know there's only one reason
why young couples park in this lay-by?
And it puts people off their kebabs.
What?
So they swagger into my living room, these two young police,
and I start to tell them what I saw on that Friday.
Saturday.
Yeah, that's what they said.
I tell them, "I don't work a Saturday. I saw her Friday."
And they say, "No, no, you're wrong,
"she went missing on the Saturday."
Then they start saying, "You're a liar. You're after the reward."
That's when I lost my rag with them.
I put one of them out the door by his collar.
Got a suspended sentence for that.
Are you sure it was Amy Knightly that you saw?
Yeah, positive.
She was in the paper enough times afterwards.
I'm telling you, I saw her go to the lake.
And then two hours later,
I seen this car come flying out of that lane there
like someone's running from the devil himself.
What kind of car?
Black. Darkish?
Excuse me?
Listen,
I reckon that poor girl met evil that night.
That Friday night.
So, who do we think's going to be right about the night
that Amy Knightly went missing?
The crazy kebab guy or devastated parents?
Amy went missing on the Friday.
You didn't report it till the Sunday. Why?
You've been speaking to the kebab man.
You know about him?
He's wrong.
He was so certain about what he saw.
Whereas you, you don't know
what time she went out, what she was wearing.
It's like it didn't happen at all.
- It did happen. - You weren't here.
Of course I was bloody here!
I think your wife went away
and you took the opportunity to go away too.
Only, when you came back, Amy was gone,
and rather than admit that you left her,
- you made up a story... - Get out!
Only, you picked the wrong day.
- Get out! - Were you having an affair, Russell?
Is that why you lied?
It didn't matter.
Amy's passport was gone.
It was just Amy being Amy, looking for attention.
But then she didn't come back.
And I realised that it did matter.
You don't think she ran away?
I found the passport.
It had slipped down behind the bureau.
What's going on?
It's all right, darling.
Please...
don't tell my wife.
It's coming out.
You have a very small window in which to tell her.
It's all right, darling.
Fucking hell.
So Amy went missing on the 14th, not the 15th. That's...
That's pretty big, right? That's huge.
- Ah! - What are you doing?
Just posting on the group chat that you have just ripped the arse
out of a 17-year-old cold case, so...
take your ticket and wait for your kudos.
I don't need any kudos.
Er, yeah, you do, Manning, you really do...
Look, this is not a game, Hitch, so just...
grow up, yeah?
_
- Oh, for fuck's sake. - _
- Nicked? - _
Bullshit, Riz.
Hannah?
Did you take that...?
Um, I...
didn't expect you to be back so soon.
Clearly.
Um, this is Troy.
Hello, Troy.
Can we have a quick word?
Mum... Mum, please don't make a big deal of this.
Where's the photo of your dad and Amy Knightly?
What? In my room.
Why did you take it?
- Well, I wanted a picture of it. - What for?
Chloe's been speaking to this podcaster who wants pictures of Amy.
You sent her the photo?
Yeah.
Oh, my God,
you stupid girl!
That is a photo of your dad with a missing girl
on the night that she went missing.
Well, you said it was the night before.
Yeah, well, it wasn't.
Wh... What does this mean?
Mum...
Mum, please, you are scaring me.
Dad wouldn't have done anything wrong.
Hannah, she has eight hours of a podcast to fill. She is going to
make him into a villain whether he's done anything wrong or not.
- Oh, my God. - Everything OK?
I heard shouting, which, uh, isn't cool.
Yeah, I'm, uh... I'm going to need you to fuck off, actually.
- Mum! - Now, please.
Maybe you should come back to mine for a bit.
Let things calm down.
Maybe you should get out of my house before I lose my shit.
Did you hear what I said?
Take your floppy fucking hair and get out of my house.
OK.
I'm going to Nan's.
Hannah...
No authorisation to investigate, no case file,
no cautioning of suspects.
But put all that to one side, it's not a bad piece of police work.
Of course, you've no proof
that Russell Knightly lied about the day Amy went missing.
No. No, it's just my hunch.
So, what is it you're hoping for here, Manning?
I think someone should review the case.
Someone?
You spent the day yesterday running around
like a bloodhound with a scent.
Surely this is the part where you beg me to let you run with it.
I've got a full caseload.
What am I missing here?
Nothing.
Right, well,
obviously your hunch falls well short of reasonable suspicion,
so there'll be no full-scale reopening
of the Amy Knightly disappearance.
But we will be putting some search boats on the lake.
What?
Your podcaster started a petition,
and it's gone viral.
The comms team have been tracking it.
It's starting to ruffle a few feathers upstairs.
You're doing a search so you can tweet about it?
Well, the crew had some training hours to get in,
- so it's not costing us anything. - What about the cost to people
whose lives are going to be turned upside down
when you pull a body out of that lake after 17 years?
This is why we are hated.
DC Manning?
You clearly have some good attributes.
But the sneaking around, the petulant attitude -
it's not going to work for me,
so, please, rein it in.
Somebody's vandalised my car.
Painted "go home" across it.
I'll leave it with you.
I'm starting to understand what it's like to be an immigrant.
OK, we'll take some details.
Has your PI managed to find anything?
- My what? - Your private investigator.
We met him at the boat hut the other day.
I don't have a... private investigator.
Who actually does that?!
It's Riz. Leave a message.
Riz, it's Ember Manning.
I know you know who my husband is,
and I know you've had a PI at the boat hut.
I am... begging you, please, call me.
It's Riz. Leave a message.
I got you something.
Mm!
It's a St Christopher.
It's to keep you safe on your travels.
It's pretty.
Everywhere and always.
And now, never on your own.
I fucking love this song!
No, come on, dance with me!
- Agh! - Come on.
What are you doing?
The bit I missed.
Come on, Hannah!
Come on, Chlo! Come on, Hannah!
Woo!
No offence,
but I did not have you down as an indie kid, Ember!
She's not, she hates indie.
No. Your dad, he hated indie.
Nan's outside locking her bike up, by the way.
Oh, fuck. Really?
Oh, shit.
- Bye, Ember. - Bye, Ember.
We're going to Chloe's.
OK, love you, bye.
What's going on?
She's pissed.
What's going on?
Making pasta.
Hannah says you're rat-arsed.
I've had a few glasses of wine.
I once saw you put magic mushrooms in a Cup A Soup.
For pain relief.
She says you were rude to her boyfriend.
He's her boyfriend?
He seems nice enough.
Yeah, well, it can't have been the one that I met,
because Troy is an absolute... tosser.
Can I do anything to help?
Mack's struggling to find me.
Well, maybe a bit of light would help.
It will not happen if you don't take it seriously.
OK, sorry. Sorry.
Someone's there.
Mack?
No.
Someone who needs to be found.
Someone told you about the search for Amy Knightly.
That's why you're here.
She's willing herself to the surface.
She can't do it alone.
Do you know what the chances are
of them pulling a body out of the lake tomorrow, after 17 years?
She wants you to know that she's near the jetty.
No,
No, you're making a fool of yourself, Mum.
I-I don't think we should.
- Er, do you mind? - You're not supposed to be in here.
Oi!
This stuff's Japanese knotweed. It's dangerous.
- It doesn't look dangerous. - It'll tear down your house.
I don't own a house.
Is it poisonous?
No.
What about if I suck it?
You need to leave.
You'd better burn those clothes...
Oh, shut up.
Come on, then.
Back in a sec, Arj.
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Amy.
You don't come to my work. You don't do that.
Oh, you're so fucking hot when you're angry.
Why do you push me, though, Amy?
Because I can't help myself.
Ow. You're hurting her.
No. Malachy, don't go.
Leave me be, Amy.
Malachy!
Come back.
Come back to us.
Come back.
_
How long's this going to take, Em?
- I'm losing trade here. - S-Sorry.
Ember, they've found her.
There's hair stuck in the zip.
Hair in the zip?
Well preserved.
Riz...
*CREDITS*