Ooh-la-la!
- You like it, then? - Thank you.
Oh, think of me tomorrow night,
when I'm getting puked on by angry drunks.
Hey, what's wrong?
Nothing, I'm just nervous.
Don't be. Enjoy him spoiling you.
Ta-ra.
I want to see photos of the ring.
Do I know you?
Don't know.
I'm a nurse. A&E.
What, you think I'm a junkie or something?
Sorry, it's my boyfriend.
Yeah, I'm on my way.
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I can't arrest a man for having tall trees, Des.
- Phone the council. - The bastards charge a fee, Rick.
I swear to God, I don't know why we pay you lot.
I don't see bobbies on the beat any more.
That's because they see you first.
Whey! Ha-ha-ha!
Ah.
That counts as double screen time.
What? No, Dad, that's not fair.
Life isn't fair.
Finish your sandwiches,
and then homework. OK?
Everything OK?
Darrell and Abbi were supposed to go to Paris tonight,
but she never turned up at the train station.
- She's not answering her phone. - Oh...
I didn't have Helen's number
and I've picked Abbi up here before, so...
Mm. I'm worried. She had her heart set on this trip.
If I hear anything, I'll let you know.
Ta.
Can't he afford a coat?
If you had his muscles...
Right, who wants some?
- Me. - Come on, give me your plate.
No word from Abbi or Darrell.
Let's hope they're en route.
We think he's going to propose.
- Ah... - What's propose?
When you ask someone to marry you.
I mean, Paris is the most romantic city in the world.
- Where did you propose, Dad? - Ha-ha-ha!
- Was it in Paris? - No, it was in your mother's old flat.
- What did you say? - "We may as well get married"?
- Hmm... - Did you go down on one knee?
Only after your mother punched me.
There you go.
OK?
I just heard from Darrell.
She never turned up.
Oh...
He's reported her missing.
He's got me worried now.
Do you want me to pop down to the station?
Do you mind?
No.
Hi, Celyn.
Any news on Abbi Rayner?
- Helen works with her. - Oh, right.
Um, yeah, boyfriend found her car up in Cleddau Reach.
Mogsy's gone up there.
Abbi?
Ryan?
Abbi?
- Abbi, I know you're in there! - Darrell? What are you doing?
Her ex lives here, Ryan Moss. He's a psycho.
- You need to break in. - Well, not without a warrant.
He messes with her head. He won't leave her alone!
Abbi!
- Right, that's it. I'm taking you home. - No!
Do you want me to breathalyse you? Arrest you for criminal damage?
What if... What if he's done something to her?
They're keeping an eye out for her, but she's 25.
She went with her phone, coat and her handbag.
Doesn't necessarily mean that she's come to any harm.
Maybe she's just hiding out.
But why go and see Ryan? He cheated, broke her heart.
I should know. I helped her pick up the pieces.
Yeah, well, you'd be the last person she'll want to tell.
I mean, Darrell's got issues, but he worships her. Look.
I'll be back up in a bit.
Hello?
I'm on my way.
They've found a body.
A young woman.
- Mogs. - This way, Sarge.
Some teenagers were cutting through
on their way back from a party in Lawrenny,
found the body under some tarpaulin.
- Have you contacted the coroner? - Done.
She's cold and rigor has set in.
Facial contusions,
could be from a blow or a fall.
Ligature marks indicate strangulation.
Was there anything in her hands?
No.
Hi, Helen.
I'm sorry, love.
It is Abbi.
Listen, I've got to go, OK? But... I love you.
The search team will be here to start as soon as it's daylight.
OK.
Yeah.
Hi, sir. Yeah, I'm here now.
A nurse, strangled in Cleddau Wood.
- Not getting deja vu, Rick? - It's different circumstances, sir.
The victim is in casual clothes. Doesn't look pre-meditated.
No heart knot has been found.
All the same, could be a copycat.
Yeah. I'll get the team onto it, ASAP.
Ffion Lloyd worked those cases with you, didn't she?
She's a DI now, with MCIT.
Impressive track record. Could be an asset on the team.
And if this is a copycat,
the second murder happened just seven days after the first.
We need to throw everything we can at this.
Rick? Are you there?
No offence, sir, but Ffion moved on years ago.
- We don't need her. - Found something, Rick.
I'll see you at the briefing, sir.
What is it?
Could be Abbi's parents.
They were killed in a car accident.
According to Helen, it's the reason she became a nurse.
_
I'm not on call, so kindly piss off.
Ffion, it's DCI Alan Vaughan.
You sound well!
Sorry, I didn't have your number in my phone, sir...
Alan.
Not Sir Alan...
How can I help you?
- Do you think it's a coincidence? - Too early to tell.
Either way, it would reassure me no end
to have an experienced SIO on it.
Someone...
well-loved,
local, with a great track record and expertise.
You lost me at "well-loved".
The town needs you on this.
We let them down.
Then we'll put it right.
Does Rick know that you're talking to me?
You leave Rick to me.
Ffion...
you're hired.
- Very funny, sir. - See you firstthing.
It's already been cleared.
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Celyn, we need to close off any access roads nearby.
Rick...
Hey, Sleeping Beauty!
It's time to go.
- Is that it? - What do you want?
Feedback?
Can we do it again?
I, er, have to work away.
- Pembroke. - It's not the end of the world.
I beg to differ.
The Harvey murders are a scar on the community,
and this will blow up, the town, the press.
Senior management are already bricking it
and they don't know about the heart knot yet.
An SIO with Ffion's expertise
- and experience... - I have experience, sir!
And it was my evidence that helped put Harvey away, remember?
Then you'll make a fine team, both my proteges, side by side.
But she pissed off, sir.
And seeing her back will just spook people.
People will be spooked regardless.
Better Ffion than some English twat who can't say our place names.
This a pride thing, Rick?
Is this a vote of no confidence, sir?
Or is it because it's Ffion?
Oh-ho-ho!
No way!
Lucky escape.
Come in.
- Sir. - Ffion, nice to see you.
Hi, Rick.
Long time.
- Hi. - Still drive like a maniac, then?
Came as soon as I could.
Thought it best, under the circumstances.
Well, we're very grateful.
Aren't we, Rick?
Yeah. Um...
It's good to have you back.
It's good to be back.
Got Abbi's phone records, Sarge. I think you should have a look.
Great.
Ffion?
DI Lloyd.
DC Morgan, this is DI Lloyd, our new SIO.
Oh, right. Welcome aboard, ma'am.
Call me boss, anything but "ma'am".
Hi, Celyn.
Hi.
- OK, for you. - Thanks.
There you go.
OK, starting at 15.05 yesterday,
four missed calls from Darrell Williams, the boyfriend.
Abbi picks up at 15.14, they chat for 50 seconds,
- the only time she answers. - "Worried now. Where are U?"
- Then at 17.12... - 17.12? That's after he came to my house.
"Missed the connection, Paris is screwed.
"I bought a ring. I love you, please call me."
Then at 17.17, it gets desperate.
"Who is he, Abbi? Is it Moss? You promised me."
"Worried U had an accident. If it's him, U better pray U did!"
Messages stop at 18.23.
He reported her missing at 20.25.
Er, he called again 20.48 to say he'd found Abbi's car
in Cleddau Reach. Her ex lives there. That's Ryan Moss.
Well, speaking of Mr Moss, text to Abbi's phone, 14.55.
"Hi, heard about Paris. Bon voyage.
"Sorry I've been sketchy.
"Can we chat? Ryan."
Abbi replies at 15.17,
"By the cottage. You in?"
He replies, "Meet me in the woods."
OK. Bring in the boyfriend.
Do we have a warrant for the ex's place?
The magistrate's getting back to me.
Didn't I read that the boyfriend kicked the door in?
- Yeah. - Then we've got a break-into investigate.
Might be trespassers.
OK, can I have everybody's attention, please?
I'm DI Ffion Lloyd, Cardiff MIT.
I'm going to be your SIO on this.
The boyfriend and the ex are the immediate persons of interest,
so I want all resources looking into them.
But as you know, Abbi Rayner's murder also has echoes
with the historic Harvey murders.
12 years ago, Rick and I helped put Paul Harvey behind bars,
after he drugged and killed two nurses,
Mari Quinlan and Sian Hinton,
in Cleddau Woods.
There was a heart knot drawn in the mud by the first victim's body,
and a heart knot in the note in the second victim's hand.
Both knots had their initials inside.
Now, it's possible that whoever killed Abbi
is just trying to throw us off the scent,
or this could be the work of a deranged fanboy.
And if it is, the second murder
happened just seven days after the first.
Today is day one.
Every second counts.
I expect you all to be on your A game.
Right, get to work.
Your kids. They must be, well, how old now?
Macsen is nine and, um...
Mati's 11.
- Sorry. She's been... Do you mind? - No.
Ffion, are you still a vegetarian?
- Lapsed. - Oh, bugger! We could have had beef.
You seen Rick yet? He's still a handsome sod, you must admit.
But he's out of bounds. And a cheetah doesn't change its spots.
Oh, I think you mean leopard, don't you, Delyth?
Oh, I don't know, I think "cheetah" is more fitting.
Bloody hell! You know I hate being on speaker, Ffion.
Darrell?
Rick?
Thanks, Mogs.
Hey, er, Darrell's not at home,
but he's a fitness freak, so why don't we try the gym?
And by the way, what you said about the cheating,
a bit more complicated than that, isn't it?
I was joking.
Water under the bridge.
And either way,
lucky escape.
- You got him, Ryan Moss? - Not yet.
- We'd like to ask you some questions. - Why? You know as much as I do.
Well, we know you got into a pretty bad state last night.
Yeah. My girlfriend went missing,
none of you took it seriously, and now she's dead.
Hey, hey.
You want to leave that, have a little chat in private?
Why? I've got nothing to hide.
Really? We read your text messages that you sent Abbi last night.
They got pretty threatening, didn't they?
What happened to your hand?
- Don't be daft. I told you! I told you! - Whoa!
Daz, stop! All right! Leave it! Leave it!
You've done fucking nothing! This is your fucking fault!
Daz, don't make yourself worse, mate.
He just needs to cool off.
Yeah, well, we've got just the place for him.
Darrell Williams, I'm arresting you for assaulting a police officer.
Hello?
- Oh, Ffion, love. - Dad!
Welcome home!
- I hope this isn't too dry. - Sorry, Mam, work.
Of course, love, that's what's important.
The whole town's been shaken up.
Why?
The nurse in the woods, Griff.
What? That was years ago, Del.
And you say my memory's bad.
- Hello. - Hello.
- All right? - Yeah.
Is Rick coming? He loves a Rioja.
Er, sit, all of you.
No kids? I was hoping to see them.
They had stuff on.
- To the prodigal daughter. - Mm!
Except there's no fatted calf
because I thought she was vegetarian.
So, are you seeing anyone in Cardiff?
No, just dating.
Playing the field.
- Pulling when you're pissed, then. - Why are men
still threatened by strong career women?
Must be why I'm spoken for.
Just want to see you settled.
Well, she is, with Rick.
Have you fixed a date for the wedding yet?
Word's out at work.
Everyone's worried it's happening again.
Well, it's not.
It's how it started last time.
We got the man that did it.
Harvey is safe behind bars.
We think this is just a domestic.
Hey...
Try not to worry yourself, OK?
If it's not happening again, why is Ffion Lloyd back?
More to the point, when were you going to tell me?
I had to hear it from her sister in Swim Club.
Well, that wasn't my decision.
The DCI went over my head.
It's a PR thing.
- Is it a problem? - That you'llbe back working together,
tripping down memory lane at all hours?
That was years ago.
And anyway, it's you I always wanted.
- I'm the one you cheated with. - Exactly.
It's you that I love, it's you I married.
When was Dad last assessed?
Did you get the results from that MRI?
Has he had a follow-up memory test?
Sorry, am I under caution here?
It's just that he's so much worse.
Nobody think to tell me?
You're never home, Ffion, what is the point?!
We've got a carer. We're managing fine.
Cognitive impairment, they say.
Of course, it's polite for dementia.
We didn't want to trouble you, love.
What you do is so important.
Sorry if I kick off.
But when you come home,
my life feels smaller.
You've got a husband, two lovely kids...
a garden,
a dog.
Dog died a month back, Ffi.
Oh. Condolences.
Anyway, you never wanted children.
Gave up, bad for you.
Really? I never knew.
So, what was it like, seeing Rick?
Fine.
All of that... is old news.
Good.
Cos Helen's a lovely woman.
How are you feeling now, Darrell?
I want to say sorry.
My head was fried.
I don't normally drink.
Well, you're going through a lot.
How long had you and Abbi been together?
Nearly a year.
How did you meet?
She was in the Crown.
That twat Moss had stood her up.
You still not found him?
What did you do on Friday, after you came to mine to ask about Abbi?
Tried her friends, then I went to the Hope for a bit.
Any idea what time?
How long were you there for?
There were people there. Ask them.
What did you do after you left?
I went to Cleddau Reach.
Got it in my head that he'd been pestering her.
He always did when things were sweet between us.
Didn't you trust her?
It's him I didn't trust.
"Worried U had an accident. If it's him, U better pray U did."
Look, I didn't mean it.
How long have you been using anabolic steroids, Darrell?
- It helps with my fitness. - Do youever get anxiety? Mood swings?
- Roid rage? - No.
We know that you were laid off from your work on the ferries.
Must have been tough.
Not really. Meant I could see more of Abs.
Well, you said to Abbi that you were coming to find her.
- Is that when you went to Pound Cottage? - I just wanted
- to fetch her back. - To rescue her from Ryan Moss?
- Wouldn't you, if it was your girl? - To be honest with you, Darrell,
I don't know what I would have done.
I mean, if my girlfriend had stood me up, gone back to her ex,
after I'd saved for a trip of a lifetime, planned to propose...
I mean, that's enough to drive any man over the edge, isn't it?
- Did you find them together, Darrell? - No!
Did you argue with Abbi? Did it get out of hand?
- I didn't find them. - Did you murderAbbi, in the heat of the moment?
Ryan is the one that is hiding out, not me!
He did this to her.
Look, I've apologised, I've co-operated, now get me out of here.
So, he could have left the Hope,
found Abbi with her ex in the woods, saw red and killed her.
Or he got to her before that, then staged that she was missing.
Maybe that's why he came round to mine.
Well, until we get time of death, we don't have enough to hold him.
We need a breakthrough. It's been over 36 hours
and the word's already out. Look.
Boss, Sarge, I've got something. Ryan Moss's bank statements.
There's monthly payments to a local farmer for a caravan rental
- near Aberbach Bay. - Good work.
_
Shall I break in?
Abbi, maybe?
I'll check outside.
It's possible that Abbi was pregnant.
Positive.
Would that be a reason for him to kill her?
She confronted him with it and he freaked out?
Or Darrell found out and killed them both,
hid Ryan's body to make him look like a suspect.
DI Ffion Lloyd.
I need eyes on a caravan down in Aberbach Bay.
Chippy? I'm starving.
Helen.
Hiya...
She's here now, so I'll, um...
I'll ask. Um...
Helen's wondering if you want to come over for supper tonight.
Um...
Yeah. Fine. Say... thanks.
Yeah, she'd love to.
Yep, OK, ta-ra. Bye.
One more time, Macs.
No, Mam, please, my ears! He's crap!
Mati!
Oh!
Hello.
Come in.
All right, kids, this is Ffion, who I work with.
And, er, Ffion, this is Macsen, Mati and Helen.
Are you helping Dad to catch the bad man in the woods?
Uh, I hope to, yeah.
Right, you two, you can eat
- in front of the telly. - Yes!
Oh...
Oh, thanks. I have one open.
Not for us, thanks. We're, um... We're on call.
OK.
Uh...
- Oh, do you want me to take your coat? - Yeah.
Mad, isn't it? Town this small, we haven't really properly met.
Anyway, come in, sit.
Rick said, erm, you were close to Abbi.
Yes.
She used to call me her surrogate mum.
I'd say, "Don't be cheeky, big sister will do."
I keep thinking of her heading off on Friday.
I bought her the scarf she was wearing.
There was no scarf at the scene, was there?
- Oh... - Sorry, no, I shouldn't have...
No, no, it's good that we know.
Hels, you were, erm, you were saying that Darrell had issues.
Abbi was weaning him off steroids, that's all.
She was worried they'd make him infertile.
But he thought the world of her.
Yeah, well, jealousy can drive people to extremes.
And most murderers are known to their victims.
You're the experts.
- Oh, turn over now! - But it's already started.
Mam!
Macsen!
Mam!
This has really got to him.
He watched the town heal once, repair itself.
Fair play.
All I wanted to do was run.
The relatives, I, er...
couldn't look them in the eye.
Ffion, I need to ask you...
There's nothing between us any more.
Just work colleagues.
What I was going to ask is if we nurses should be worried.
I know Rick keeps insisting it's a domestic, but...
What do you think? Is it happening again?
Do we need to be extra careful?
Yeah. It could be a copycat.
I mean, don't panic, but do please take precautions.
Yes, sir...
OK, we're on our way.
Vaughan wants to see us.
Said he'll fill us in at the station.
No, no. You go. Go on.
You're welcome!
- No! - Mam!
Going to tell on me now, are you?
Macsen!
Come on, give it back...
Come in.
DI Lloyd, DS Sheldon, you remember Anna.
Paul Harvey's wife.
Yeah.
It was a choice,
between coming here and...
ending it all.
But then...
I'm dying anyway.
Cancer. Stage Four.
Hello?
Why are you here, Anna?
I knew Paul killed Mari Quinlan.
He said it was a trial run for how he'd get rid of me.
I wanted him gone, locked up...
so I could be safe.
But, erm...
But what?
Sian Hinton, the second victim.
He was with me from when she went missing until she was found.
I lied.
I saw a way out.
I'm sorry, but there's no way Paul could have killed her.
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