Mum. Jesus.
No, Mum, Mum!
She cut her throat right in front of me.
What's this? She left this out on her bed.
Like she wanted me to find it.
I look at it and I feel like I don't even know my own mum.
Fine, let's go up there then.
- I'm Nick. - Matilda.
My mum killed herself and I think it had something to do
- with your daughter, Carys. - What the bloody hell?
Please, if you, if you...
23 years gone and you lot are still at it.
It's right here. My very own mansion.
My mum kept a photo of this house.
When I was little, I used to have this dream.
It was dark, I open a door, and I find a child there.
It's me. I'm the girl.
I'm Carys.
- There was nothing I could do. - It's so out of character.
I understand that, but that is what happens.
I cannot believe that. But the other girl is a troublemaker.
- And where is my Matilda... - Who started it is really not the issue.
The thing for me is making sure it doesn't happen again.
You see, the fight started after Matilda gave her presentation.
I don't know anything about that.
The family tree project they've been working on.
- I wasn't aware... - Still...
I think it might be worth taking a look
at what Matilda read out to the class.
How many times have I told you?
Stop that, please.
Is it true?
That you spat at a girl?
She called me a liar.
Now...
Now do you understand
how hard I work to send you to this place?
What were you thinking?
- Writing this rubbish? - It's not rubbish.
Pfft.
My dad was a war hero in the Gulf. He won the VC.
- Your dad fighting terrorists? - You told me that.
Every single thing I wrote, you told me.
- Maybe when you were little. - You never said any different.
Every time I ask about him, you shut me down.
He was a soldier.
Wasn't he?
I met him in the club.
That was it. I never even knew his surname.
Erm, Tilly. The police are here.
I'll be down in a minute.
You sure you want to do this now?
I said I'll be down in a minute.
Tilly.
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If you need to take any of those away, I'm fine with it.
Why would I do that?
I don't know. Forensics?
I'm afraid you're going to have to explain this again, Miss Gray.
Oh, my God, I have already told you twice.
Maybe I'm just a bit thick then.
Carys Howell was kept in this house,
probably in this basement.
And you know this because of what, some bad dreams?
They weren't just dreams, they were...
I was here.
But you can't say when. Or why.
Children... sometimes repress traumatic memories.
Are you a psychologist?
- No. - Then let her answer.
Please, Carys was here, all right?
And all you need to do is search this place properly.
There's all this stuff.
Carys was here, I know she was.
I hear there was some fuss at Mr Dean's funeral.
A young couple harassing Rose Morgan, Carys's mum?
- No, all we did was talk to her. - I heard there was a fight.
No, I got pushed over by her thug of a husband.
Anyway, it was probably just a misunderstanding. Right?
I hope it was.
Because Rose Morgan's been through hell.
And I'm not going to let you lot drag her back into it.
Mr Dean, I wonder if you'll show me out.
No, no!
Wait, OK?
There's a passageway down here.
Yeah, like a crawl space.
And it must be hidden...
..behind the panelling.
And all you need to do is look and you'll find it.
There must be a hollow spot.
- Tilly, it's just... - Hal, it could be behind here.
- Tilly, please... - I need to move this.
- Tilly, please slow down. - I need to move this.
Hey, watch it!
- Tilly, come on, sit down. - No, no.
Sorry.
I'll clean it, I'll clean it up.
- Can I ask how long you've known those two? - Just met them.
- And you moved them straight in? - I was trying to help.
She's a pretty girl.
Look, if my uncle had anything to do with this, kidnapping kids
or something, I'm not just going to take it lightly.
Your uncle was a well-respected man.
Oh, yeah, I forgot, because well-respected people
- never do bad things. - Oh, they do.
So do pretty girls.
How sure are you?
About what happened to my uncle?
We should get the preliminary coroner's report today.
I'll be a lot surer when I've seen it.
And you're certain that he fell off the roof?
Windows were locked, had to be.
If I hear any different, I'll let you know.
Hey!
Who's there?
Hey.
You OK?
- Am I going crazy? - Of course not.
Would you tell me if I was?
I don't...
Death resulted from impact injuries likely caused by a fall.
Time of death, approximately 8.00pm, give or take 30 minutes.
No drugs or alcohol detected.
No sign of a struggle?
All injuries are consistent with a fall.
- There are some burns around his throat. - Burns?
Superficial, almost certainly unrelated.
In any event, we'll be calling it suicide.
All right, thanks, Maddie.
I'll get back to you when I've had a proper read.
- I've got a call out. - Where are you headed?
Just up the old Manor Road.
- What, the big house again? - Next door.
Royce Evans is having another panic attack.
Actually, I might take that one myself.
Tilly, last night you said some things.
You said you were Carys.
But you didn't tell that constable.
She'd say I'm mad.
You still think it's true though.
Even talking about this, I feel like a traitor.
- It's not about loyalty, it's... - Isn't it?
Janice was my mum.
And now I'm going to say that, what, she took me?
No. I mean, I knew Janice.
The idea that she's a kidnapper is ridiculous.
My dream, with the little girl,
she's Carys.
I know she is.
And last night, I saw that...
..that she's me too.
- The girl in the dream is me. - It's not possible.
Isn't it?
There must be someone who knew you as a baby.
- Who? - I... - Mum didn't have any family.
If she had friends back in Manchester,
she wasn't in touch with them.
- What about that neighbour? - Kath? - Yeah.
We didn't meet her until after we moved to London
and I was already five at that time.
Baby photos then?
Mum said that one of our bags got lost when we were moving
and all of our photos were in it.
That sounds like rubbish, doesn't it?
Like the kind of made-up story that you just tell a child.
- No, it's... - Hell, I've racked my brains, and I can't remember
a single thing from before I was five except this house.
I remember this house.
- How can that be? - We'll find out.
That's why we're here, right? To find out.
They always take a lamb or two. You have to accept it.
So how do you know this wasn't foxes?
She'd be stupid, not helpless.
Dog, maybe?
Too much rain last night to make sense of the tracks.
I'd say wolf if we had them.
Well, even if there is a wild dog up here, it's not a police matter.
I think you'd better have a look at this one before you say anything.
It was cut off with a knife.
So you tell me, if she was killed by an animal, who took the leg?
If this happened last night, how come you didn't find them sooner?
Last night I would have walked straight past them.
There was no moon with all the cloud.
Last Monday, cloudy then too, was it?
Yeah, the whole week.
What's this got to do with my bloody sheep, man?
Excuse me. Hi.
What can I do for you?
Um...
I will have a half pint of um...
Something local?
No, I'm fine, thank you.
I don't know if you remember us, but we were in here yesterday
- asking about... - Rose Morgan, yeah.
And I was wondering about her ex, Sean?
He a friend of your mum's too, was he?
No, not exactly.
But, I was hoping to talk to him about something, so...
That'll be £1.80.
Right.
Small town.
Events at Ewan's funeral have found you a degree of notoriety.
I'm Sylvia Walsh.
I run the local antique dealership.
- I'm Matilda. - Matilda Gray.
And Hallam Fine.
Your recording...
..of Saint-Saens A minor concerto is...
the finest I've heard.
Thank you.
You won't find Sean Howell here,
not in Penllynith.
He's moved on... then?
Disappeared...
..about six months after his poor daughter.
People say he had a breakdown
because of what happened, but...
Who knows?
It's, it's a funny place Penllynith.
Powerful place, but odd too.
You're staying up at the big house.
News travels fast around here.
You won't find Sean,
but I can give you...
..Rose's home address.
On one condition.
You'll pass my card onto
your Australian host.
His new house is packed with treasures
and if he ever considers selling them,
well, I'm his girl.
I will do that, thank you.
Good to meet you, Matilda.
I hope you enjoy being back in Penllynith.
Back?
Oh. I assumed you'd visited before.
No.
My mistake.
They're wherever you left them, Davey.
Rose, I'm so sorry to bother you again.
How did you find my house?
Rose, I've got something that I think you're going to want to see.
Rose, please, just give me ten minutes and then I'll go away
and I won't bother you ever again. I swear.
Where did you get these?
My mum had them.
Put away in a box.
Full of clippings, most of them related to Carys.
Can I ask you, who that man is?
- I don't know. - But...
- But no, but that's you. - 23 years ago, I had a chat to some bloke.
You expect me to remember who I was talking to?
My mum.
You don't recognise her?
No.
I'm... I'm trying to understand why she came here
and why she took these pictures.
After it happened, this place was a circus.
Every day, I had people like your mum, vultures, taking pictures,
- following me everywhere I went. - But my mum's not like that.
And she took my photo without my permission.
So how's she any different?
What about me?
Do you know me?
- Mum, I've got to get going. - Davey, go back downstairs.
- I'll get in trouble if I'm late. - Davey, I need a moment, please.
- You've got kids. - One child.
- Rose... - You said if I talk to you, then you'd go away.
Well, I've talked.
I wrote my number down.
In case you remember anything.
- No, I want those.
- No, these are my mum's. - They're photos of me.
That's fair enough, isn't it?
Please, Mum, I'll get in trouble if I'm late.
Oh, we don't want that.
Best get going, hadn't we?
Some sort of grudge, maybe?
Against the Dean family?
If I had to guess, I'd say she really believed it.
Bonkers then. That's bad.
Lot harder to move her on.
Back in the day, did anybody look at the big house?
Oh, for God's sake, we looked at everything. Twice.
And then took another bloody look just for good measure.
You don't credit this girl, do you?
Nah, it's just that if she goes around telling people you and Dean...
Here we are. Orange juice for them that have to work,
a pint of bitter for those that don't.
Tell your dad he's still doing the best roast lamb in Wales.
Not only in Wales.
So do I warn the Morgans?
Rose is fragile. The last thing you want is to hurt her for no reason.
Yeah, exactly.
But if I don't...
You took the girl's details?
I'll have a look.
Us retirees need to keep busy.
- Can I have a roastie? - No. - Please? - Order some lunch.
- I can't have lunch, I'm on duty. - Break the law.
Hi, Kath, it's Matilda. Janice's daughter.
Hey, how are you coping, love?
All right, you know, holding up.
I'm out of town and I need a copy of my birth certificate
for a job in the US.
I'm sure your mum would have had a copy put away.
- Tilly? Are you still there? - Yeah. No, no, no, no.
I know, but I... I forgot to dig it out
and I'm away at the moment, so I was wondering
if you might go round to Mum's and have a look.
I know that's a favour to ask, but...
No, no. I've got a spare key,
I can go round there tomorrow after work.
Kath, that is wonderful.
You're a life-saver, thank you.
- OK, Tilly, take care, love. - Yeah, I will, you too.
Bye.
- She'll do it. - Good old Kath.
- Um, the park? - Oh, apparently it's just down there,
about a five-minute walk.
- OK. - But you know, we don't have to go if...
That would be where she was last seen.
Can you imagine?
Turn around and suddenly your child's gone.
She wasn't with her mum when it happened.
She was with a family friend.
Rose lied to me.
About what?
The photos.
She said she didn't know who the man was, but I could see that she did.
It's been 23 years. I mean, maybe she just wants to move on.
Her child was taken from her.
- Yeah. - How could anyone move on from that?
I'll see you back at the house, OK?
What? Why, why, why?
What's going on?
Just don't look so worried, OK?
I'm just going to go for a walk, just to think.
OK?
_
Just walking around in a circle now.
Don't drop it.
That going on the tab, is it?
Still keeping a tab on me, are you?
Evening, Tru.
Half a bitter, please.
All right, Eddie boy?
Oh, I...
I got the pathologist report on Ewan Dean.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Still a bit fuzzy on the time of death though.
be good if we could pin down exactly what time you found him.
Well, he phoned you, didn't he?
Reported it, so you must know what time he called.
Excuse me, love.
Go on, Tru.
Customers first.
She's right, you called in at 9:01pm.
I'm asking what time you got there.
Here's what you told me.
I pulled up, got out of my car, about to unload the tray
and turned, saw Mr Dean's body at the bottom of the house.
I checked him out, he wasn't breathing,
so I called the police.
That's what happened.
Last Monday the sun set at 7:38pm.
You couldn't have seen the nose on your face by nine o'clock,
much less a body 30 metres from where you parked.
Why don't you come in tomorrow.
We'll have another chat about the whole thing.
See if we can get those times straight.
Wow.
Thanks, Dad.
First game for the club, you deserve it, my boy.
I just wish I wasn't bloody working.
- Those look expensive. - So what?
I'm not having my son play his first game in an old pair of trainers.
Morgans?
Mr and Mrs Morgan?
- Rosie, how are you? - Stephen, come in.
No, I can't stop, but is Aron home?
- Is something wrong? - No, no.
Good timing. Just had dinner.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, but can I have a quick word?
Secret men's business.
- I'll see you later then, Stephen. - See you, Rosie.
Darling, I know your head's not on work right now.
No, it's not.
We really need to make some reassuring noises for the Americans.
I spoke to Benedict yesterday and he fears they're going to cancel.
OK, but...
OK, but Renata, can't you handle that?
Up to a point, but darling, you're supposed to be arriving in New York
in three weeks so we need to get things moving.
Yeah. Um, fine.
- Can I call you tomorrow morning? - I'm available any time on my mobile.
- And I will get it... - Fine, I'll call you tomorrow.
How long's it been?
You know you'll lose your touch.
Hey...
I'm in here.
Hal, what are you doing?
Nick?
Nick, this isn't funny.
Look, look. It's complicated.
Look, Jackie, I was not bullshitting you, OK?
I'm going to get the money.
No, I know, I'm just...
I'm doing my best.
Hal!
Hal, come up here!
- You all right? - There's something in there.
- What? - The power's out, are you guys all right?
Listen.
Bloody hell...
Do you have a key?
No, I didn't think the bedrooms even had locks on them.
This one does.
Blue door's at the end of the corridor, right?
- Yeah, all the windows are closed so... - One, two, three, four.
There's five rooms on that side, there's only four windows.
That's not right.
The last window's been bricked up.
Hey! You!
Hey! Tilly, wait!
Tilly!
Oh, shit!
What are you doing?
- I was chasing him. - Chasing who?
He's gone now, but you must've seen him.
All I saw was myself tripping over that bloody rock.
It's not a rock.
I've just seen that, that symbol.
Did you lock up?
Rosie?
What did Stephen want?
Oh, nothing. He's passing on a message.
Tell me.
That woman at the funeral.
She's still in town,
still talking about Carys.
What's she saying?
- It's silly. - Tell me.
She reckons that Ewan Dean was involved.
- Well, why did she say that? - Because she's mad.
What did she say?
She reckons that she remembers stuff from when she was kid.
Stuff with the big house.
It's all rubbish, isn't it?
She... was here too.
- What? - She came here today.
- You didn't tell me. - I'm telling you now.
What did she want?
Nothing.
Like you said, it's all rubbish.
Cheeky bastard, the lock's rusted.
You're a locksmith, there must be a way of opening it.
Tilly, he's doing his best.
- There we go, madam. - Maybe I should go in first.
Jesus, it's freezing in here.
- Creepy. - Of course it's creepy.
It's a windowless room in an old house.
There's your moaning sound. The fireplace is blocked up.
The chimney would be like a wind tunnel.
Yeah, and the knocking?
If the draught was strong enough,
maybe it would make this thing knock something, right?
A strong draught wouldn't block the fireplace.
Maybe there was a bird in the chimney.
Or an animal, or...
I can't stand it in here.
Someone's watching me.
They have been ever since we got here.
Tilly, this is getting crazy.
I guess I asked for that. I told you to tell me if I might seem mad.
I'm not saying you're mad.
- But? - If something suspicious is going on,
then we should head back to London, talk to that detective.
Why would she believe me when no-one else does?
Fine.
Fine, but even if we don't go back,
- let's at least get away from this house. You're not listening!
- I'm telling you there's something here. - OK.
OK.
No.
Look, I'm obviously annoying you.
Maybe it's... best if I stay in that pub tonight, give you some space.
Whatever you like.
Well, I'll see you tomorrow then.
Go on, get a move on.
Come on, Davey...
- Go and get your bag together. - I can't find my hoodie, Dad.
- It's on the chair. - You turned off my alarm.
No, no, I thought you deserved the rest.
I've got to get his school lunch sorted.
No, it's done. It's all done. I'm taking him into school today.
- Come on, please. - OK.
You just relax, and leave everything to me, OK?
- Go on, go. - I'm coming. - There's no time, gotta go, gotta go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
Please, I know you're there.
Well, I looked at the fuse box
and everything seemed to be fine.
Electrician's coming tomorrow, so
maybe he'll figure it out.
So, I was thinking that we should...
..we should have a talk about the will sometime.
Now's fine.
Well, maybe the best way that we could manage this trust thing
is if we were to work together.
See, I live in Australia.
And having all this property in Wales,
I was thinking perhaps, well we should,
we should sell off some land and free up some cash.
- We won't be selling anything. - But it wouldn't affect you.
It would just, it'd just be a couple of paddocks.
- Nothing. - So how do I get any money out of this setup?
You don't.
But I'm the beneficiary.
And I'm the trustee.
Which means I make the decisions.
Sorry, am I interrupting?
Meredith, this is Matilda.
Matilda, this is my great-aunt Meredith
who lives over at the old Huntsman's Lodge on MY property.
We're just leaving.
The girl can walk with us.
She says, what do you want to ask her?
How do you mean?
You have questions for me, so ask them.
Why does she want me to walk with you?
Waste of a question. Ask again.
Were you living here when Carys Howell was taken?
Who took her?
Everyone in town thought it was her father.
But not you.
Do you know a Janice Gray?
Never heard of her.
What about you and Dean?
Was he involved in the kidnapping?
My brother was not a bad man.
He was just easily led.
It's not an answer.
My turn to ask.
Why are you here?
I want to know who I am.
Go home. Silly girl.
Before you make even more trouble.
I'm not a girl.
- And you can't just go now. - Yes, she can.
I'm sorry, but Meredith is very tired.
It's time she had a lie down.
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Hi.
My name's Tilly.
I'm Davey.
I need to talk to your mum again, Davey. Is she picking you up today?
Did she say anything to you about why I came by yesterday?
I told you not to talk to strangers.
- Dad? - Aron, Aron, wait.
I don't mean any harm, I just wanted to talk to your wife.
- We are going home. - Dad, please.
Hey, hey, it's not his fault. He hasn't done anything.
- You are hurting him. - Get away from my son.
- Hey, there, what's going on here? - She's harassing my boy.
- I'm not harassing his boy. - She's stalking him. - I'm not stalking him.
Are you a parent?
Are you a relative of one of the children here?
Are you?
I'm his sister.
I'm his fucking sister!
OK?
So you're saying that she doesn't have to give me a cent?
You can challenge her decision and you'll probably win,
but it would require a court action.
Look, I should tell you, I'm in the process of winding up my practice
so you'll probably need to start looking for a new lawyer soon.
The whole region's been feeling the pinch, I'm afraid, so...
What about all the stuff here?
You know, antiques and old books.
Can we sell them?
Strictly speaking, the contents of the house are also in trust.
But...
..keeping an eye on it all is next to impossible, so...
Lloyd, I'm going to have to give you a call back...
Wait, wait.
I'm very into this, but are you sure...?
How's Davey?
In his room.
That English bitch was at the school.
She told him that she's his sister.
- What? - You heard me.
I felt it.
The minute I saw her.
What?
- You don't believe her, do you? - No, what I mean,
I knew she was going to say something like that.
Then why did you let her into our house?
You shouldn't have done it, Rosie.
- You got her started. - No, I didn't... - Yes... - I told her to go.
- And now she's pushing... - Well, I'm sorry.
and she's going to keep on pushing, and it'll be our boy who'll suffer. Our son.
- Oh, no, you've got no idea! - Keep it down!
It was my girl they took.
- Mine, not yours. - Yes, and she's dead.
- My boy is alive. - I hate you!
That's the last time you do something like this.
I won't let you do that again. Do you understand me?
I won't let you break up this family!
You can break my arm if you want.
You think I care?
I'm sorry.
Mmm...
You good?
I'm hungry.
First time in, like, forever.
Well...
..you have not lived until you've had my avocado fusilli.
Oh, my God. You're a massive wanker, did you know that?
Yeah, always.
Better hop before it gets too dark to cook down there though.
Smashing avos is a fine art.
Hello?
I know you're there.
Hello?
Where did you get this?
I bought it.
Half for you, half for me.
Do you know me...
..Sean?
Don't be scared. It's OK.
Please don't go.
- I smell bad. - I don't care.
I just want to see you.
Matilda!
Sean!
Wait! It's OK, it's OK. He's my friend.
- Where are you? - Careful.
Thin ones in here.
And they're hurting, and when they're hurting, they're wild.
Wait!
Matilda?
Wait, come back. Sean!
You all right?
_
Please can I go home now?
You don't want to go yet, do you, Carys?
We're going to have so much fun, you don't want to...
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