- Previously on Requiem... - Carys!
Carys!
My mum killed herself and I think that it has something to do
with your daughter, Carys.
23 years gone and you lot are still at it.
You're my mother! And I'm your daughter!
I don't want you.
What have you done to her?
- Aron. - What have you done?
Dad? What's happened?
Let's keep this our secret.
If only Matilda could remember something.
Like who took her.
He gazed into a mirror, a black mirror.
He thought he was talking to angels.
I feel like there's something in me, scared of what I'm going to see.
- You can't look away. - And keep watching the mirror.
No matter what, I'll be right here.
That's what the voice said.
She's trapped in a field of yellow flowers.
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Ahhh!
Which brings me to my next guest,
a young cellist who's received rave reviews for her debut recording,
and has already sold out her season at the Royal Elizabeth Hall,
Matilda Gray.
- Welcome. - It's great to be here.
Some cynics may see this as a cycle.
Every few years, we see a young, glamorous musician
held up as a saviour who's going to make classical music relevant again.
Honestly, I'm just a cellist and I don't do this to sell tickets.
So why do you do it?
Because my music, it's in me and it has to get out.
It's me.
I've found her.
*CREDITS*
Tilly?
Sorry, what?
He's here, and he's brought someone.
David. David, hi.
Sorry, David's my godson. He's staying with me at the moment.
Oh, no, it's fine, he's fine. He's welcome here, right?
Sure thing.
I've got a new game on my computer
and I'm having a bit of trouble beating it.
Do you want to help me out?
Matilda? Shall we?
Carys, in a field of yellow flowers, just like Laura said.
Any child could have done this.
What, that?
Carys was here in this room when she drew this.
- You need to show these to Graves. - Matilda, listen.
You need to get her to reopen the investigation.
I'm not dismissing you.
But I know how the police work, and we're going to need more,
something that links these drawings with Carys.
These were hers, all right? I just, I just know they are.
We can't ask Rose.
If Sean Howell is around, like you say,
he might be able to identify it as his daughter's.
- I can't find him. - He said he had a campsite.
Yeah, I can't find that either.
I was looking for it this morning and I can't find it.
I've got a mate, high up in Cardiff.
I'll send them your photos. If I can get him interested,
- he might recommend a review. - How long will that take?
- I'll push as hard as I can. - How long?
Matilda, I'm on your side but you have to understand,
a 23-year-old case, whatever I do...
..it's not going to be priority.
So?
Dead end?
I thought you said you were flying home?
Got delayed.
Look, I'm sensing some hostility here.
I've got to go.
The reason we decided to put the show on in the boxing gym is...
My first guest...
I've just put the kettle on.
Everything that Bessie said about Carys was true.
I've seen it with my own eyes. I want her to tell me more.
- That was just my illness. - It's not an illness, it's real.
Well, I, I don't get those voices any more.
I'm better now.
Laura.
There's something up at the old house.
Angels or spirits or... I don't know what they are.
But I saw one last night,
and it was trying to tell me something,
but I couldn't understand, but I think maybe you can.
Please? I'm so close to an answer.
What do you want me to do?
When do you take those?
Oh, I was supposed to take them an hour ago, I...
Let Bessie come back.
- What? - Is that your favourite piece of music?
You asked me what I like, you didn't say what's my favourite.
OK, I'm asking now, then. Mm, erm...
Blues. Mm. Probably.
- Yeah? - Billie Holiday.
- Yeah. Yeah. - You?
Oh, it's too many.
That's Hal-speak for "You probably haven't heard of any of them."
Hey, you probably haven't!
I've been thinking, maybe I've been too obsessed with classical.
Might be time for something new.
Wh...? Um...
Oh. OK.
Hal? It's Kath, Janice's friend.
I got your number from Matilda's agent.
- Hey, Kath, how can I help you? - Well, is Matilda there?
No, she's not here at the moment.
Oh, I wanted to check that she'd received her birth certificate.
I haven't heard from her and I was starting to get worried, so, well,
I thought it's best I try and get hold of her through you.
Her birth, her birth certificate? So, you found it?
Yeah, and I sent it to her a couple of days ago,
but I've not heard back.
I know she needed it urgently for the job in the States.
Yeah, do you know what?
She's been having a really bad run of her phone.
Could you send it again, but send it to me this time?
Oh, you're a darling. I'm doing it right now.
- Yeah, OK. I'll make sure that she gets it, goodbye. - Bye.
Everything OK?
Erm, yeah, it's fine.
It's... I need to run.
- Oh, OK. - So, erm...
See you.
Something terrible happened in here.
To Carys?
I don't know.
Lloyd said that I should give you something that belonged to her.
No, that wasn't hers.
What does Bessie say?
Oh, I don't know. She's whispering.
Oh! No! God!
What is it?
She was kept in that room, locked up while they waited.
Who? Who locked her up?
He died in there.
- Alone. - He?
Who are you talking about?
Look. What you saw...
- They're not the danger. - You mean the angels?
The angels.
There's something else, erm, yeah.
The moon'll be full tomorrow and then, they'll be ready.
What will be ready?
I...
No. No.
This... It's gone.
She'll tell me tonight. Best to be stronger then.
Nick?
Hi, come in.
How's it going?
Yeah, I'm looking for Matilda, is she...?
Um, inside with her friend.
What the hell?
I asked if she wanted to keep it and she said, "Get it out," so...
Bessie, you like it too?
- You and me, we'll both.. - What's going on?
Erm...
That's Laura.
- I told you about her. - The psychic.
She knows what happened here.
And what would that be?
Hal, I've been reading more about John Dee
and he wasn't just trying to talk to angels,
he was trying to summon them.
- Control them. - Jesus Christ.
And I think someone is still doing it.
And bringing them here.
I've seen them. And Laura sensed them.
And your cello?
Is that with the angels?
- Don't want to talk about that. - You don't want to talk about that?
Do you want to talk about this?
Kath said she sent it to you on Monday.
When were you going to tell me?
- It's fake. - It's what?
It's a fake, it must be.
So, it says the name of a real hospital, a real doctor,
a real mother and father, your father, by the way.
No, that's not me, that's not me.
- I know who I am. - Yes.
Matilda Joanne Gray, born April 25, 1990, Manchester,
daughter to Ronald Gray, army engineer.
- No! - Mother, Janice Gray.
Why are you doing this?
You, me, us,
we have been nothing short of a disaster for this community.
- We came here because you wanted to. - For you!
I dropped everything and came here for you.
Like, everything I've done since the first time I saw you,
every single thing I've done has been to please you.
And you know...
You know.
Hal.
I feel like I'm coming apart.
I thought that I was figuring out who I am.
The more that I dig, it's like...
It's like I'm unravelling, it's like there's a hole in me.
Then stop it.
- Stop it all. - I can't, I can't! I need to know...
No, you don't. People are being hurt by us, by you,
- there's a woman in hospital. - That's not my fault!
Then whose fault is it?
Huh? I mean, bloody hell, we pushed a woman to suicide.
Is it really worth that?
I know what you want, you just want me back on my cello,
so you can carry on riding on my coat-tails.
Well, I'm not going back, and I'm not performing any more.
So you can just go back and find someone else to carry you!
Fine, fine.
If you won't stop this, I will.
Message, boss, Croxford Assizes.
- Aron Morgan? - Bail granted.
Magistrate said first offence, sole carer for his son.
He should be heading home right now.
Good news for the young kid.
You all right, boss?
- Yeah, I need to go out. - But you just got back.
Is that...? It's a beauty.
Ah. You want to be careful with that.
It's old, you know?
Valuable.
That Laura,
maybe someone ought to be watching her.
You said it was OK, her coming here.
Yeah, I did.
Look, if I've done something to piss you off...
..can you let me know? Cos this vibe here is killing me.
If you want this vibe to improve, maybe start telling me the truth.
I know you lied to me.
You're right.
- I don't know no wine bar. - I don't give a shit about that.
Sorry, you said I was lying and so...
I'm talking about the night that I blacked out.
Sylvia was here. She did something to me.
- She drugged me or... - Wait, wait, Sylvia?
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what's going on.
I just know that you told me that nothing happened,
and then I woke up in your bed.
But hang on, what I told you is true.
That night, I was in my room, I was asleep.
You came in, you were upset, freaking out.
She was here the other day, hanging out with you.
We were talking about...
..selling some of the old books and antiques in the house.
But listen, if you think that she's done something to you,
I will tell her to piss off, like,
she never comes back to this house again.
OK?
I don't know what to believe.
Stop looking at me.
I can't just turn it on and off, you know.
Maybe we should go up to the room with the pictures,
or down to the basement.
Here or there, bessie talks when she's ready.
You know she's calling you.
It's a nice bit of real estate, this, isn't it?
Everyone says old man Dean was a good sort.
Look at all this. You sell one of these vases,
you could pay my rent for a year.
How can you call someone generous when they hoard all this lot away?
Do you know what, I'm going to have one of them as well.
Good idea. Do you want some ice with that?
Hey! What did you just do with that?
- What? - That thing you were holding, you pocketed it.
Nick!
- No, you did, I saw you. - Let go...
No, she's a bloody junkie and she's stealing my...
- What do we do? - Help me.
Shall we stop her, like, swallowing her tongue?
Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen...
What are you doing?
Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen...
I'm calling an ambulance.
Nick, don't, no, she's all right.
You're OK.
OK now.
I'm perfectly capable of taking her home.
I think it's better if you don't.
I didn't mean Laura any harm.
But still, you've done her harm.
Good night, Matilda.
Please don't contact Laura again.
Follow me. That's it...
This is PC Graves.
I'm at the rear of Dean House, over the stream on Weatherhill Lane,
requesting urgent backup.
Ahhh! Ugh!
Aron!
Aron! Are you all right?
- Shit. - You're done, Ed! Give up, it'll be easier.
Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen...
Pwll Halen, Pwll Hal...
Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen...
- Here you go, still warm from the dryer. - Thank you.
So, this fella you're looking for in Manchester,
the one called Gray,
- how do you know he'll still be there? - I don't.
But he was in the Queen's Engineers and there's a base at Sale,
so I need to go to Manchester.
And Matilda can't do it herself, because...?
It's complicated.
I never thought anything would change in this place,
but you two coming here...
Well, it feels like a new start.
For me, at least.
OK, let's get you to the train, then.
Actually, I need to tell you something.
- You're married? - No.
- Girlfriend? - No!
Matilda's mum had a box of photos.
Really?
Your dad was in them.
- That's Rose. - Yeah.
Yeah, there's more, there's a sequence.
First they're shouting,
then she tries to walk away and he has his arms around her.
Matilda thought Rose was hiding something.
Maybe it's not about Carys, maybe it was just about...
..this.
When this photo was taken, my mother was dying.
Slowly.
And now you're telling me that my dad...
..was screwing Rose Howell?
I'm not, I...
I wasn't even sure whether to show you the photo.
- But I care about you so much. - No.
- Get yourself to the bloody station. - Trudy...
Curing shed. All the high-grade hydroponic crop ready to go.
My guess is they were taking it out for sale.
- To who? - Usual suspects.
Well, apparently, Morgan's keeping his mouth shut.
Eddie'll spill.
We just need to find him.
We had a lot of good times.
I need to ask you something.
That day.
With Carys.
Mum was...
..crying on the stairs and when you came home,
you didn't even want to know what was wrong.
All you wanted to do was wash your clothes.
It was a long time ago.
I remember every single thing about that day.
There could have been a million reasons.
I could have been dirty from the cellar.
So, why did you ask me to keep it a secret?
- We should talk about this later. - About you and Rose?
Is that lad from London feeding you this?
At the play park, Mum went to call someone.
She left me with Carys. It was you she called, wasn't it?
- No. - Rose, then.
I never thought we lied to each other.
We fought, yeah, but we never lied.
Love...
- this is 20 years past. - Not for me!
It's not for me!
Mum got worse again and then she died,
and I have always thought that I did that by losing Carys,
that I did that to her, and all this time,
you have let me think that when really it was you,
it was you who pushed her over the edge, all you!
Trudy?
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm just a bit...
A bit dizzy.
I'm sorry.
I was hoping that you could help me with something.
Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen, Pwll Halen...
Well, it's Welsh.
"Pwll halen". Salt pool.
- Is there a salt... A saltwater pool near here? - No.
But Pwll Halen's the name of a caravan site.
It's a local hippie hang-out, it's a short drive from here.
- Can you show me? - Yeah.
There's a formal procedure
for requesting a relative's service record.
I can see that.
It's just I've driven all the way from London to Manchester
and this project, tracking down the extended family,
is actually my gran's dream.
She's 87.
Well, we can't hand out details about current personnel,
but I'll tell you there's no Ronald Gray
presently stationed here.
Would you be able to check whether he was here?
Maybe in the '90s?
Look, my gran really isn't well.
She hasn't got much time left.
Celia, this gentleman's looking for a relative, a Sgt Ronald Gray.
Do you remember anyone by that name stationed here,
maybe back in the '90s?
Well, there was a Ron Gray.
But he's dead, love. Must be 25 years since...
- Dead how? - Car accident.
Happened just as I started here.
- Horrible thing. - And would you know if his family stayed in the area?
They were killed too, I think.
Wife and young daughter.
And sorry, would you know the names?
No idea.
Mind, you could find out easy enough.
It was in all the papers.
Thank you.
Oh, Jesus.
I think I'm going to puke.
- I can drive. - No, no, it's just these potholes.
Over there.
Welcome to the lovely Pwll Halen,
for all your tie-dye and incense needs.
I'm just going to stay here and let my stomach settle.
See you in a minute.
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Hi, this is Matilda Gray.
Leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can.
Tilly, I know you're angry with me,
but I've dug up some stuff about your dad.
Just call me as soon as you can, it's important.
So...
What are we looking for?
That.
Hello. Is this yours?
No-one will talk to you, you know.
They think you're police.
That symbol.
I wanted to ask you about it.
I'll put the kettle on.
So, is this about the child?
What child?
I'm trying to find out about Carys Howell.
The girl who went missing from Penllynith.
That symbol on your bus...
The more I look, the more it keeps cropping up.
I've been here 20 years, since the slate works finished.
Always had a few traps in the woods...
..to make ends meet.
One time, I was out,
checking 'em and, er...
..the dog found something.
Bones.
A child's bones.
As soon as I found 'em, I called the police, two came by,
Penllynith coppers, put 'em in a bag, took 'em away...
..and told me it was a sheep.
How do you know it wasn't?
Have you ever seen a child's skeleton? Hm?
No.
Anyhow, there was a bracelet on the wrist.
Ever heard of a sheep wearing a bracelet?
The bracelet had that symbol on the side of my bus.
I've never been able to...
..get it out of my head.
And when was this?
Oh, about three years after...
..young Carys disappeared.
You're saying Carys is dead?
They searched everywhere for that little girl.
I was like everyone else, I thought she had just vanished...
..until that day.
I come here when I can.
To remember.
I feel like someone ought to.
And you never said anything? To anyone? All these years?
The cops told me to shut up about it.
I was on a suspended sentence for burglary, so, er...
..when the law tells you to shut up, you...
You shut up.
The police who came out here, do you remember their names?
No.
One uniform, one plainclothes.
A detective, I figured.
I, erm...
I buy her flowers when I can.
Would you have...
..a few pounds to spare?
Oh, God bless you.
Guardian, Manchester Post, Manchester Chronicle.
September 17th and a few days after. OK, thank you.
Need anything else, let me know.
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Janice.
Kendrick!
Hey. I was going to call you.
- Why didn't you tell me? - Tell you what?
Went out to Pwll Halen, heard about the body, the child's body,
- covered up by the local police. - Is that right?
Spoke to a witness, the police came down to his caravan,
back when you were in charge, and took the body away.
- Told him it was a sheep. - Stan. His name, wasn't it?
- Yeah, you know him? - When a child goes missing...
..all the crazies come out of the woodwork.
Our Stan, he was one of the most persistent.
I haven't heard of him since I retired.
- Seems he's still going, then. - He showed me the grave!
Yeah, and he asked you for a few quid to put flowers on it.
Am I right?
I can't believe a bright girl like you would fall for that.
Oh, and I was going to tell you that I sent your photographs off
to my mate in Cardiff and he promised to look at them
as soon as he could.
You probably don't want any more dealings
with a bent old copper like me.
Hi, this is Matilda Gray,
leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can.
Jesus, Matilda!
- Tru? - Jesus!
- Oh, you scared me. - I'm in trouble, Tru.
- Big trouble. - What happened?
- It wasn't my idea, I swear. - Just tell me what's happened.
Behind the big house.
We were growing weed.
I knew we should have stopped when the old man died,
- but now Graves has found it. - Oh, Ed! Ed.
How much weed?
Aron said...
..it might be half a million pounds' worth.
I think I'm going to prison, Tru.
- Oh, Ed, you're a bloody fool. - I know, I know!
That's why I did it. I needed money so bad.
I knew I'd never do anything off my own bat.
That's no excuse. We all need bloody money.
But I made a promise.
- What promise? - To you.
- I promised you I'd get you out of this town. - Jesus...
And I needed money to go on with it.
- What's this? - Oh, Jesus.
I'm sorry.
I was going to tell you.
Marry me, Tru.
- What? - I don't care about the English fella.
I mean, as far as I'm concerned, it's all bygones.
No, no, I'm not going to bloody marry you.
You're all that I've got.
No.
I never asked you to do this,
and I'm not going to let you make it into a problem.
This is down to you, Eddie, and you alone.
I'm missing something.
A group of adults, not just Ewan,
trying to summon angels.
But Sean said angels can't live in our world,
so what are they trying to achieve?
And if they weren't just scrying, then why do they need a child?
Laura said he died in here.
What if there were two?
- Two of what? - What if there were two children?
What if they took two?
OK.
So, who was Aron selling to, Ed?
I don't know.
But it was his idea?
I told you, no.
Whose, then?
Ed.
- He's dead now. What does it matter? - Dead?
Mr Dean.
You and Dean?
He told me he was going to let me go.
Money troubles.
I went to Aron, he had a word with Mr Dean.
Next thing I know, we're putting strip lights up in the shed.
- "Easy money," Aron said. - OK...
So, why delay calling the police after Mr Dean died?
We wanted to clean the house up.
Aron? He wanted to hide drugs?
Aron didn't do it.
Well, who, then?
Oh, come on, Ed! You've done so well.
Who cleaned up the house?
Oh, your call was well-timed.
Dropped young David off with some friends, so got the afternoon off.
Oh, nice.
You, on the other hand, look rather tense.
Yeah, it's Matilda. The Dean House is all locked up
- and she's not answering her phone... - Relax. I just saw her.
Maybe an hour ago, in town.
- And she was OK? - Erm, not entirely.
Been talking to some local kook whose filled her head
with more nonsense about poor Carys.
Something else bothering you?
Well, the real reason I called you...
There was a police officer originally out of Manchester
- called Mary McEwan. - Why are you asking?
Do you know her?
She transferred here,
back when I was running the show.
She'd had some problems over in Manchester,
made some enemies on the job, so...
When was this?
Late '93.
But she wasn't here long. She went Awol.
You mean she disappeared?
There had been some questions about her mental stability.
We'd had complaints about her harassing people and behaving oddly,
so when she went missing, it wasn't really treated as suspicious.
Hm, but...
Sorry...
That's '93, so you're saying that she arrived in the area
a few months before Carys went missing, and then she disappeared?
Not long after.
You think Mary McEwan had something to do with taking the girl?
Two people died in a car crash in Manchester and I have the idea...
..maybe Mary used their identities.
I mean, not... I mean, used their names to establish
a new identity for herself, and maybe Carys too.
The way things were back in the '90s, it could have been done.
- But why would she? - Cos you said she was unstable.
Let me dig out my old files, see what I can find on her.
OK, thank you, thank you, that's brilliant.
- I'm going to head into town and track Matilda down. -OK.
I'll ring you when I've had a look and if there is anything in this,
anything at all, I promise you, I will find it.
OK. Thank you.
# I say I'll move the mountains
# And I'll move the mountains
# If he wants them out of the way
# Crazy he calls me
# Sure, I'm crazy
? Crazy in love, I say... ?
# I say I'll go through fire
# And I'll go through fire
# As he wants it, so it will be
# Crazy, he calls me
# Sure, I'm crazy
# Crazy in love, you see
? Like the wind that shakes the bough... ?
False alarm, it's just some newsagent.
- Are these made locally? - All made right here.
- After something for the little one? - No, I was actually...
I'm looking for something like this.
Oh, my goodness.
I haven't stocked these for years. My mam used to make them.
- Is your mum around? - Oh, dead, love. Long time now.
So, you wouldn't have any record of who bought this?
How could I? We'd have sold dozens of them.
Right, sure. I'm sorry to waste your time.
Oh, God!
- Sorry? - Well, this.
I think it's one of the originals.
My mam made these for my kids, her grandkids.
So, this would have belonged to one of your children?
Oh, no, not this one.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
There was this young lad, lived down the road, his mam was a right mess.
Drugs and the rest.
So, your mum made him a toy?
She was like that, always helping.
Erm...
What happened the boy?
He was adopted, I think.
- No, what am I thinking. - Hello?
He went into care, that's what the doctor said.
The doctor?
Oh, she came out to collect him.
- Doctor and her husband. - You knew them?
Of course. Dr Satlow.
Verity Satlow, lives just outside town.
The boy's mam cleared off shortly after.
Came into some money, they said, but the boy, well, whatever happened,
he was better off away from her.
Bloody druggies. Should sterilise them all.
Erm, Matilda.
Sorry, it's Graves. The cop.
Excuse me, miss, there's been an accident.
I know there's been a bloody accident.
- Where's Hal? - PC Graves will be over in a minute.
She'll explain everything.
Can you just tell me he's all right?
He's gone.
When I arrived at the scene, the vehicle was empty.
No sign of a driver.
Seems like your friend's disappeared.
OK, thanks for letting me know.
OK, bye.
So?
It seems there's been a car accident.
Just outside of town.
- English boy. - Oh, well.
You know how these tourists drive.
Bound to happen, eventually.
You know...
..no matter how many times we call them, I still feel it.
Every time.
The wonder.
When you see what we call forth tonight,
then you'll know what wonder is.
I think I'm a little afraid.
Long is the way, and hard,
that out of hell leads up to light.
Sorry, David was hungry.
Ah, well, you've come to the right place.
Here you are, my boy. Tuck in.
Just one, David.
Rubbish. You can have as many as you want.
Oh, and I got you another present.
It's a lucky charm.
Helps sick people get better.
Isn't that right, doctor?
You keep that on.
Never take it off.
It'll help your mother get well.
Wouldn't that be nice, huh? Good boy.
Your mother would be so proud.
*CREDITS*