*CREDITS*
It's mostly women who listen to my podcast...
which I don't find weird at all.
Here we have an IC3 female...
abrasions sustained antemortem,
as well as several sustained in the hours following death.
This is what we fear.
There is extensive distoid bruising to her neck,
a pattern consistent with manual strangulation.
Maybe not consciously, but it's there...
from the moment we realise we're vulnerable.
That he could if he wanted to.
The chances of being murdered are small.
But the shadow that is cast by the threat of it,
that's so vast...
that we don't even know we're living in it.
My name is Riz Samuel,
and I chase the darkness for a living.
Mum?
How did you know she was in the lake?
She was in the lake?
How did you know?
- She told me. - Mum...
I don't know what else to say to you, Ember.
Did she drown?
Poor Amy.
No, it wasn't Amy.
It was... It was Riz, a podcaster.
- Oh, my God! Riz? - You knew her?
- She came here. - Why?
- Who would hurt Riz? - Mum, why?
She saw my ad.
She wanted to talk to Amy.
Did she?
I couldn't get into her space.
Did she ask any questions about... about Mack? About me?
- A couple of things. Why? - Oh, Jesus Christ, Mum,
you have to be the least perceptive psychic ever.
What is going on, Ember?
I think she was investigating Mack...
in relation to Amy's disappearance.
No. Why would she do that?
He was seeing her. He was with her the...
the night that she disappeared.
Well, that doesn't mean anything.
The police don't think he was involved, do they?
The answerphone messages.
What?
I left her messages.
Saying what?
Where are you going?!
Ember!
Could you sign in, please?
Tag this one, please.
Have you recovered the victim's phone?
Pair of EarPods, two charging cables,
but no actual devices.
Where are your gloves?
In the case.
Put them on! This bastard's not walking free
because you've got your grubby hands on her stuff.
The human remains recovered from the lake yesterday
have been confirmed as those
of award-winning investigative journalist,
podcaster and activist Riz Samuel.
Riz was best known for her Girl, Disappeared podcast,
as well as her tireless campaigning
for the rights of women and girls.
Although a cause of death has not yet been confirmed...
- Who did this? - ..there is tangible shock here
that Riz may have become a victim of crime herself.
When a high-profile figure dies, they belong to everyone.
They're everyone's sister, everyone's daughter.
That's a lot of people invested.
And they're all waiting on us to deliver them justice.
Alpha Team,
I want you investigating the victim's life.
Her work, her friends.
Bravo Team, you're going to be looking at
the 2007 unsolved disappearance of Amy Knightly
that Riz was investigating.
We think she may have had a copy of the case file,
but we haven't found her laptop,
so we don't know exactly what she did have.
The theory at the time was that Amy ran away,
so the case file is painfully thin...
statement from a friend, statement from the parents,
but no evidence of abduction and, crucially, no suspects.
We are going to work on the theory that Riz Samuel
knew something about this case that we currently do not.
What was it?
She was also investigating an active sexual predator.
Surely that's more likely to have provided the killer
with a motive than a cold case?
Yes, Alpha Team are going to pick that up
as part of their remit.
Well, maybe it should have its own team.
I was intending to run this investigation, DC Manning.
Sorry, I thought I was brought onto the team for my insight.
There you go. C Team.
You're a two-man army working the sexual predator angle,
after I've used your insight into Russell Knightly.
Well, I'd never even heard of the podcaster
until you mentioned her.
You can't have been best pleased she was making
a podcast about your daughter.
Not really, no.
But what can you do?
Did she know about your affair?
I have no idea.
Why don't you ask your colleague
if she's been spreading her lies about me?
Can you tell us where you were
between the hours of 8pm Sunday evening
and 8am Monday morning?
Well, I was at home with Imogen, mostly.
- Mostly? - I went for a walk to the ridge around nine.
Riz Samuel was staying near the ridge.
Well, I didn't know that.
So you didn't go and have a word with her?
No.
So...
you have an incomplete alibi
for the window when Riz was murdered...
and a motive to kill her.
You see, I think the truth
is like a little shoot
pushing up through the soil to the light.
My job is just to clear its path, and wait.
It's the person trying to stop it that has the harder job.
They're fighting against nature.
_
Hello?
Hi. Is Gregory Blake there?
Er, who is this?
Could I speak to him?
Well, he's not here.
Could you tell me if he is the owner of a Nissan Navara,
registration number LG10 HPU?
Don't call here again.
Hey, Manning. What are you doing in here?
Just trying to get some space, actually, Hitch.
I was literally saying last week
how I would kill to be on Murder Squad
and, bingo, here I am.
Charlie Team.
My mum's going to blub.
I don't think Morgan quite intended for C
to stand for Charlie, but whatever.
So I was listening to one of Riz Samuel's podcasts,
and she mentions that she uses a PI.
So what if that's the guy with the truck
that we caught taking photos at the boat hut?
Maybe we could track him down.
How?
I thought you might have clocked his reg.
No, why would you think that?
It's the sort of thing you do. You're a bit like RoboCop.
Well, I didn't.
- No? - No.
Hey, good thinking, though.
Yeah. C Team.
So, what, we're just going
to walk up to Sheena Ashby and say,
"You sure you won't tell us who Miranda's baby-daddy is?
"Because now we think he might have killed Riz Samuel"?
Or we could just ask Miranda.
Can we come in?
Miranda, you have no idea how glad I am to see you awake.
Everyone has been worried sick.
There's a collection at the pub that's raised over a thousand quid.
For my funeral?
Do you mind?
Oh!
She's so perfect.
Take her with you if you like.
Wish I'd got rid.
Have they arranged for you to speak to anyone?
About what?
About everything.
The baby. The fall.
I'm not keeping her.
Pub's no place for a baby.
Miranda...
It is really important that
all the decisions that you make right now are really yours.
Sometimes it can be... hard to tell.
..the final movements of podcast journalist Riz Samuel,
whose body was discovered in Hap Lake yesterday.
It's believed that Riz was staying...
Did you ever meet Riz?
You kick a wasps' nest, you get stung.
There is some speculation
that this might have involved the 2007 unsolved...
You did know that she was trying to find out
who the father of your baby is?
No.
She thought...
She thought he'd abused you.
He didn't.
I don't know...
whether he knew about Riz or not,
but if I'm to rule him out of this murder investigation,
then, I...
Miranda, I really need to know who he is.
I can't tell you.
Because you're scared he's going to get in trouble
for having sex with you underage?
No, because...
I don't know who he is.
I like having a good time.
_
- Stop the violence! - No more silence!
Those who do not return to class face a fixed-term exclusion,
something we will have to include in any reference
that we write for you.
Yes. Very much food for thought, ladies and gentlemen.
- Stop the violence! - No more silence!
I'm DC Ember Manning.
This is DC Hitchin. We wanted to talk to the students
about the murder of Riz Samuel. Seems they've got a lot to say.
This isn't about the murder. It's about being out of class.
And making a point about a few incidents of silly behaviour
we've had from the Year 11 boys.
Silly behaviour?
Hormones, etc.
I'm DC Ember Manning and I'm investigating
the murder of Riz Samuel.
Fuck the police.
Do you know what? Riz's murder is your business.
And it's related to all of the...
shitty behaviour that you're expected to put up with.
I don't believe for a second
that every man is capable of hurting a woman,
but we are living in an incubator for the ones who are.
That is just a fact.
Now, anyone knows anything...
any information about Riz Samuel,
then we want to know.
But trust me, you have been heard.
- Thank you. - Good. Right.
Well, you heard the lady police officer.
Anybody with any information, come forward.
Otherwise, back to class... now!
Okay, just come over here if you have any information.
Where's Hannah?
She's ill.
What kind of ill?
Um, stomach, I think she said.
Yeah. I am begging you, do not go into crime, girls,
cos you are really bad at bullshit.
You'd better go in. I think he might be a stroke risk.
Get back inside.
I'm sorry, Ember. About the photo.
Hannah said you were stressed about me sending it to Riz.
Oh, no. Just...
in case she got the wrong idea.
Well, I hope Hannah managed to get her to delete it.
Though I don't suppose it matters now.
Yeah. Yeah. Take it with you. Take it with you.
Hannah?
Hannah, what's wrong?
Everything.
Did you go to Riz's place the other night when you left here with Troy?
What? No.
No, you have to tell me the truth, Hannah. You can't lie about this.
- I am. - Did you go to speak to Riz about the photo?
- No! - Did you and Troy go to that house?
- No! - Because I will find out, Hannah.
Stop! You really think that we did something to her?
No! No, of course I don't.
You think that my dad killed Amy and I killed Riz?
Do you think that everybody is a monster, Mum?
Or is it just the people that you're supposed to love and trust?
I'm so sorry. I don't know what's happening to me.
I just want my dad.
Look, I'm sorry.
Oh, Hannah, I'm sorry.
And because they're older and you're younger,
you can't really see it.
They make you feel special,
but only when you're doing the things they want you to.
Phone company have sent over
Riz's phone bill, but we've excluded numbers
from family and friends.
This number comes up repeatedly
on the day she was killed.
Can I borrow your phone?
I'm not going to wait around
for the phone company to tell me who it belongs to.
DC Manning's phone.
Anyone there?
Hello?
Is anyone there?
For any person to be murdered is a tragedy.
For it to happen to a woman who dedicated her life
to protecting others...
Murder squads under Morgan have a higher success rate
than under any other DI in the North of England.
Right. He's proper.
So, to Riz Samuel's killer, I say this...
we will find you.
We will bring you to justice.
Of that you have my cast-iron guarantee.
I'll also say this.
If any person is aiding the killer...
covering for them,
hampering this investigation in any way...
I will come for you too.
- Now I shall take some questions. - Yes.
Can you give us a timeline of events?
Miss Samuel's body was recovered
from the lake two days ago at 4:21pm.
We are awaiting forensic tests
- to determine how long she may have been in the water. - Ember?
Excuse me.
I saw you arguing with Brad Ashby.
I'm a police officer.
I don't have to speak to you.
No, you don't. But you spoke to Riz, didn't you?
I heard the recording. I recognise your voice.
My car's over there.
Why don't we get out of here?
Look, I know you're scared, but you reached out to Riz,
so I also know that you're brave.
Can I see?
It's OK.
Are they his fingermarks?
Brad?
He was just looking out for his brother.
Liam Ashby did that to you?
Because you told Riz about him?
Not his name.
Rosie...
I'm going to need you to make a statement.
No.
What do you think he'll do
if he finds out I've spoken to the police?
Nothing.
Because he's going to go to jail.
And you can promise that?
Are you still seeing him?
Rosie, once a man has put his hands around your throat,
the chances that he'll go on to kill you go through the roof.
Well, I'm not a grass.
He will kill you, Rosie.
Morgan's had me out looking for you. Where have you been?
Right, he wants us back. We'd better go.
No, he wants me back.
I don't want to get kicked off this investigation.
You're not really on the investigation, Hitch.
You're basically my plus-one.
Look, cover that door and don't move.
What are you doing?
My job.
_
You breaking and entering now?
It wasn't locked, so...
just entering.
What do you want?
To know who the father of Miranda's baby is.
Well, I reckon she'd like it to be young Ellis.
But sadly for her,
I think there's been that many darts thrown at the dartboard,
it's hard to tell who's hit the bull's-eye.
Did you throw a dart at the board, Liam?
She's my niece, Ember.
Step-niece.
But I know which little skank has been spreading
that particular rumour.
Who's that, then?
Rosie. Tell her to wind her neck in.
Or what?
What are you going to do to her neck?
You alone, Ember?
Hitch is outside.
Alone, then.
If you're not planning to arrest me for anything, off you fuck.
Liam Ashby, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder
of Riz Samuel...
What? Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What the fuck has Rosie got to do with that?
Rosie was talking to Riz, but you know that,
which is why you put your fingerprints round her neck.
Maybe Riz's too.
- Are you insane?! - Put your hands out in front of you! Hands out!
I'm not fucking going anywhere!
Don't worry, Liam, if you didn't do it,
I'm sure it's all going to get worked out down at the station.
You arrest me for something like that,
and I will be fucked for life for it, whatever happens.
Then, tell me a story I can believe.
OK, right.
OK.
Maybe I got a little bit rough with Rosie.
A bit rough.
You've got a snowball's chance
of getting her to press charges. You know that, right?
You assaulted Rosie because she told Riz
that you were having underage sex with her.
Wrong again.
Why, then?
Because she's barking.
She's obsessed with me. Ask anyone.
I wasn't interested,
so she convinced herself that I was seeing Miranda.
But you did have sex with Rosie.
No.
You must have done.
No.
I can't get hard.
I could go to a strip club and remain
as flaccid as a salted slug.
But you can ask my doctor that if you like.
So unless I fucked Rosie with someone else's dick...
Why would you get so angry about her speaking to Riz
if you hadn't done anything wrong?
Because liars get believed.
No, Liam. No, they don't. And Rosie would know that.
So why would she lie?
Why would she say that you had abused her if you hadn't?
The fuck should I know, Ember?
Some girls like to have a nice time and...
some just hate themselves.
I like having a good time.
And because they're older and you're younger,
you can't really see it.
They make you feel... special.
But only when you're doing the things they want you to.
Even when those things hurt you.
You're their pimp.
That's not a nice word.
Give me your phone.
Give me your fucking phone!
All right.
Nothing on there I wouldn't want my mother to see.
Want your mother to see that, would you?
She's very open-minded.
This girl's legal, is she?
I don't know. Someone just sent me 'em.
They don't come with an age rating.
Did you know?
Did you know that she's been sending photos to people?
She only sent them to Troy.
He sent them to another boy and... on it went.
Yeah, well, they've made it all the way
to weapons-grade scumbag Liam Ashby.
She's in there crying her eyes out.
Scared to go to school because she doesn't know who's seen them.
I will find Troy and I will put him through a wall.
And then I will find another wall...
- Ember... - and I will put him through that. I swear I will run out of walls
- before I run out of rage. - Can't you arrest him?
Oh, yeah. I could arrest Troy and Liam for possession of the images,
but then I would also have to arrest Hannah
for creating and distributing them. She has made herself
both the pornographer and the porn,
which I would say is a fantastic bit of multitasking.
How's the other thing?
The voicemails.
Yeah, Riz's phone hasn't been found.
I'm assuming that's a good thing.
If I think Mack has got anything to do with Amy's disappearance,
then I should be telling the police what I know.
But you don't suspect that.
Do you?
Are you going to speak to Hannah?
Too angry.
You won't get to redo this moment if you mess it up, you know.
You'll just get to replay it to yourself forever.
Thanks, Mum.
Do you replay things?
Or is it hard to do when your parenting
consisted mostly of Post-it notes on the fridge?
"See you when I'm back from the pub
"slash art class slash whatever it is I am doing
"that means I am not with you."
Your new job has you writing
a fair few Post-it notes yourself, Ember.
But you only see other people's failings, don't you?
Thank you, sir.
Give me your phone.
- Why? - Now.
I knew a lad who once got sent down
for sharing indecent images of children.
The other prisoners put him on what they called a programme
of cleansing and purification,
which... I wish I could tell you was metaphorical.
What are you saying that for?
Have you been sharing indecent images of children, Troy?
- No. - Try again.
Oh, fuck.
Yeah.
I just sent it to one person.
Well, I think he's had busy thumbs, Troy.
I want the name and number
of everyone you suspect has got these photos.
I don't want to get anyone in trouble.
Make me ask you again, and you're going to end up in jail
and I will send in the Brillo pads myself.
Right, yeah.
Yeah.
Those photos have gone to half the year group.
She would have been better off if she stripped off naked...
in front of everyone.
At least then she could have got dressed afterwards.
He has made her...
He's made her permanently naked.
He's made her...
meat.
It'll be OK.
No! No, Mum, it is not OK.
It cannot be OK.
Well, it has to be,
because the alternative is that we walk around
in a perpetual state of rage.
- Yes! Good, good. Fine. - Well...
maybe it's not fine for Hannah.
Maybe it would be better for her not to think
all men are utterly toxic,
and that she's going to spend a lifetime getting burnt.
Sometimes, Ember, what's needed is comfort.
Not cure.
Did you make him delete it, Mum?
I did, baby.
I messed up.
No.
It's OK. Really.
He said he didn't know it'd make me upset because...
the photos are so nice.
Well, then, you know he's a bit of a twat, then, don't you?
I know he likes me, Mum.
I'm sure he does.
Was it Chloe?
What?
Who grassed.
No.
They defended your secret like the nuclear codes.
You've got good, loyal mates there.
Yeah.
DC Manning.
Where did you disappear to this afternoon?
Looking for Miranda's abuser.
And did you find him?
No.
I'm starting to think
you're a spider sat in a web
at the heart of all this, Manning.
Am I right?
Tea or coffee?
Welcome, welcome.
This is the boat hut.
This is Joe, a little shrimp I found on the jetty.
Decided to take him in as one of my own.
Hello.
Hi.
I hear she's got you on the drink now, Kitty.
Well, no-one should have to live life sober.
Oh, right.
Would you do anything she told you to?
No.
You wouldn't do anything for me, Kitty?
Well, I'd do anything you needed me to,
but not just anything you said.
Oh, hang on a minute. Sounds like our Kitty's a deep thinker.
I've got a question for you, Kitty. Who makes the rules?
- Not this again. - Who decides what's OK?
Who polices our instinct?
This question is so boring, it makes me want to die.
OK, here's a better one.
Who thinks that Joe looks like the sensitive one in a boyband?
- She means the gay one. - I do not.
Yeah, you do.
Boyband. Who would I be in a boyband, then?
I have some bad news for you.
Do you? What's that, then?
BOY-band.
The clue's in the title.
- What are you doing? - Give us a bit of that, then.
No, no!
Yeah. You're having it!
See?
Nice.
Yeah.
Look, can you get a room?
As if you're not storing this in your wank bank, Joe.
No, not really.
No, his last girl was nicer.
Fuck you.
Hey, come on!
And fuck you too!
Come on... Amy.
Oh, for Christ's sake, Amy.
Upstairs, to the right.
Come in.
I'm DC Manning.
I was wondering if I could ask you some questions, Joan.
You won't get much from her.
It's about the murder of Riz Samuel.
I've already told your colleagues we can't help with that.
You never met her, then?
No. Why would we?
She was doing a podcast...
about the disappearance of Amy Knightly.
She was contacting a couple of the people involved.
We weren't involved.
Amy and your daughter Caitlin were friends.
Don't want it.
Briefly.
I'd like to speak to Caitlin, but I'm struggling to track her down.
She's dead.
They're all dead now.
Who's dead?
- She gets confused. - Who's dead, Joan?
Amy.
We... we don't know that. Not for certain.
Yeah.
And Caitlin.
Caitlin isn't... isn't dead.
She's been dead for years.
No, love. We've not seen her for years.
She wouldn't stay away from me, not by choice.
Caitlin decided her life would be better without us in it.
It's been hard for Joan to get her head around.
- Do you have any details for Caitlin? - No.
- Do you know anybody who does? - No.
Kitty.
Silly, silly girl.
Didn't I tell you it would all come back to haunt you?
Joan?
Who's Kitty?
Ask what you need to, quickly.
He's an arsehole.
Yeah. I think he's just worried about you.
I told Caitlin you lock them in your bottom drawer.
Who?
The Amys.
The Danielles.
Men can't stomach that we can love without 'em.
Makes them vile.
That's why he killed Caitlin.
Martin?
Hmm?
No.
Malachy.
Malachy. Malachy.
Malachy.
Malachy. Malachy.
Malachy!
- Calm down! - Calm down?!
Why do you wind Amy up?
It was a joke.
A normal person would have laughed or told me to fuck off, but...
Amy's not right in the head.
That's not true.
It is.
Even Malachy knows it.
But he's trapped.
Where have you been?
This is the last one.
Malachy Granger. We're pulling details for him now.
What's this?
Persons of interest in the Amy Knightly disappearance.
Based on what?
They all live within a two-mile radius of her
and had convictions or cautions for gender-based crimes.
That's kind of a wide net.
Got to start somewhere.
If Amy was abducted,
it's unlikely it was the perpetrator's first offence.
Problem?
Hi, Hannah.
Where are you, Mum?
Is everything OK?
There's a man here for you.
Oh, yeah?
Who's that?
He won't say.
Is he in the house?
Why don't you meet me at the station car park, Mummy?
OK? 9pm.
Get out of my house.
I'll do whatever you want, but get out of my house.
You stay away from my daughter. Do you hear me?
He's gone, Mum. He's gone.
You don't go to my house.
Then, don't you call mine.
You scared the shit out of my wife.
You heard about Riz?
Yeah.
What happened?
She left me a message saying that her laptop
had been snatched and she was going to follow its GPS tracker.
Oh, Riz.
I found this on her iCloud.
Hey! Do you want to tell me why you stole my laptop?
Cos I tracked it here.
Wait... Wait, what are you doing?
You need to take that to the police.
No, it's not in my interest for the police to know about me.
They'll find the recording on her iCloud soon enough.
And the photo of Amy and your husband.
Did Riz think that Malachy killed Amy?
Well, he was on her list.
He had a caution for harassment.
And because, two days after she arrived in town,
the boat hut he owned at the time of her disappearance
suddenly burned down.
Which is why you were there.
Can I give you a bit of advice?
Go on.
Go home...
and tell that lovely kid of yours
what you think her dad might have done.
Then go to the police station and do the same.
Because otherwise, when the police work it all out,
which they will...
they will bang you up and she will have no-one.
They don't know anything.
I...
I don't know anything. Not...
Not really.
Do you want to know?
The samples you took off me at the boat hut.
There was a bone fragment.
Human?
- I'm not an expert. - Was it human?
Oh...
I assume you put it in for evidence.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck, it's in the locker.
It's in the fucking locker.
Tell your boss what you know...
while you've still got the chance.
Amy?
What have you done to her?!
Don't fucking do that.
What are you going to do?
I can't hold on to it much longer.
If... if they found out I knew, I'm going to end up in jail.
Does Hannah know?
I'm going to tell her in the morning.
But in the meantime, I need you to go and be with her.
Where are you going?
I can't just let it all go.
I can't.
No, no, no.
You don't get to keep harassing our family
and then just breeze in here.
Sheena, I get how frightened you are. How ashamed.
But there comes a time when you've got to face it.
You're barred.
Hey, hey, come on, Sheena, don't be hostile.
Let's get Ember a drink, huh? On the house, of course.
Fine.
You know, I like to celebrate every day as a free man
without any impediments to my happiness on the horizon.
Hitch.
They know about Malachy.
You need to go and tell Morgan everything.
You are the company you keep. You do know that, yeah, Hitch?
Nah. I'm not having lectures from you today, Ember.
Ah, there you go. See, all she needed was a jolly juice.
You know, your life would be so much more fun
if you just lightened up.
Is everything all right, Ember? I'm just in there
- if you want to join me. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
Cheerio, then.
Did you know, I thought
that I was looking for a needle in a haystack.
But it turns out that I am looking for a needle
in a pile of fucking needles.
Is there any hay here at all?
You know, if I was a man in this town,
I would want to show everyone
that I do not sleep with children.
So I tell you what...
Tell you what. Why doesn't everyone
who is certain they haven't got a teenage girl pregnant
take a swab and prove it? Mm?
Come on, Liam, yeah?
You've got nothing to hide, have you?
What about you, Brad? Hmm?
You want to take one?
You want to prove you didn't accidentally forget that
Miranda is your stepdaughter?
Ember, I think you should let me take you...
No! No, no, don't you talk to me like I am crazy.
I am not crazy! I am angry!
I am fucking angry!
Stupid bitch.
You go first, Hitch. Come on.
Set an example.
What the fuck are you doing?
Show them that it matters.
C Team.
No, Ember.
You're making a fool of yourself.
Come on, lads, you know the words.
? For she's a jolly good fellow
For she's a jolly good fellow
? For she's a jolly good fellow
? And so say all of us. ?
Fuck you all.
Ember. I'm sorry.
Move...
or I swear I will put you on your arse.
Ember! They came to the house looking for you.
I had no choice.
Please don't give those bastards back there
the satisfaction of seeing you wrestled into a police car.
Keep your head up.
For Hannah.
Is that what we're modelling to Hannah?
Dignified resignation?
No, Ember, you're modelling bravery,
like you do every single day.
And please don't let this stupid old woman
ever persuade you to do anything different.
Come on.
Ember Manning.
I'm arresting you on suspicion of perverting the course of justice.
You don't have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Do you understand?
Tell him I will shove those somewhere intimate.
The women who listen to my podcast are frightened.
But it's our anger, when united,
that has the power to become a tsunami.
And it's only when those waters rage
that landscapes will change.
*CREDITS*