Episode 2 Hinterland

KEY TURNS IN LOCK

DOOR CLOSES

CLOCK TICKS

HE EXHALES DEEPLY

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

QUICK SHALLOW BREATHING

TELEPHONE RINGS

'Hello?'

Eh?

WIND BLOWS SOFTLY

Diolch.

A DC Ellis called...

..looking for you.

Sounded urgent.

Thanks.

-Where the hell have you been?

-Sorry, I...

-What have we got?

-Laura Dean, 24.

Two poachers found the body just after midnight.

And then we tried calling you.

She was strangled, sir.

She was found naked, buried in a plastic sheet.

Forensics are working on her now.

She said she was going to Manchester for the weekend

to stay with an old college friend.

Her boyfriend reported her missing yesterday

when she didn't arrive back.

-When did he last speak to her?

-Friday.

When he called the friend yesterday,

turns out the two hadn't spoken in years.

-What's his name?

-The boyfriend's called Ifan Riley.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mr Riley?

When was the last time you spoke to Laura?

Friday morning.

Before I left for work.

She didn't call to say that she'd arrived?

We don't always call.

I just wanted her to have a good time.

Was she away a lot?

Only when she's cataloguing an art collection.

Sometimes she'd stay over...

..to save the driving.

Wednesday, she was...

at a gallery opening in...Caernarfon.

Alone?

Yes.

Are you sure?

I spoke to her before she went to bed.

What time was that?

About...ten.

Where?

-I'm sorry?

-Where did you find her?

We found her in the woods, near Trefenta.

We need to try and create a picture of what happened to her.

Is there anyone else we should speak to?

Friends?

Colleagues?

Naomi.

In the college.

I don't know her second name.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Cambria Police.

HE SIGHS

-Naomi Harris?

-Upstairs. Just go up.

-Naomi Harris?

-She's here somewhere.

I'll find her, you check Laura's office.

Naomi Harris?

DI Mared Rhys.

DCI Mathias.

When was the last time you saw her?

Erm...Thursday.

The day after the gallery opening?

In Caernarfon?

She never mentioned it.

Did she mention she was going for a weekend away to visit friends

in Manchester?

She... She was seeing someone.

Who?

-Lewis John.

-The artist?

He'd asked her to model for him.

Was she having an affair?

I don't know.

Maybe she made it out to be more than it was.

She'd stopped telling me.

I couldn't keep lying for her.

Ifan adored her but he was so

careful with her.

These sketches of Laura...

..is that Lewis John's work?

She was infatuated by him.

Mrs John?

Is your husband here?

-Lewis is in the studio.

-Where?

-Do you have time for some questions?

-Of course.

Can I help you?

-Lewis John?

-Yes.

I'd offer you a drink but, er, it's probably a bit early for you,

-isn't it?

-Just a bit, yeah.

Beautiful, aren't they?

It takes years to perfect form.

To lose the rough edges.

I keep them to remind me.

Oh, yeah. What about?

Perfection.

All these paintings...

..are they Laura Dean?

You're not sure.

Huh! The world's obsessed with who people are.

I paint what they are.

-But you knew who she was.

-Was?

We found her body this morning.

She's been murdered.

Yes.

'I found her, erm, beguiling.'

Very beautiful.

Did you sleep with her on Wednesday night?

Yes.

And not for the first time?

No.

I was attracted to her and she was to me.

She'd undress...

She'd sit for me and sometimes we had sex...

..sometimes not.

Did you sleep with all your models?

No. Not all of them.

Did you know that Laura had a boyfriend?

I, er, never asked her.

And she never said.

-But you were close?

-Laura sat for me.

The rest of the time...she lived her own life.

According to one of Laura's friends, your relationship with her

was more than just sexual.

It wasn't more or less anything.

It was about putting a form in paint on canvas.

HE EXHALES

You think Laura understood that?

I have no idea what Laura thought.

What happened between us was consensual, it was natural.

Does your wife know?

My wife and I share everything.

LOUD KNOCK ON DOOR

FAINT POLICE RADIO

Hello?

CLOCK TICKS

DING!

So, the devil has returned to Devil's Bridge.

Hello, Agnes.

FAINT POLICE RADIO

Last night, did you hear anything?

The storm woke me up, but that's nothing new.

No guests?

No.

The place is cursed. Always was.

I've put it up for sale.

Who is it this time?

I can't say.

Tom? Tom?

-Prosser's outside, he wants to speak to you.

-OK.

If you do remember anything, just, um...

I've still got your number.

Tom.

You can't be here.

-Sir?

-You're too involved.

What do you mean?

You know how it works. We'll have to bring someone in.

Sir, with respect, I'm the best person to conduct this case.

Tom, you're part of an ongoing investigation.

The main subject of which has just been found dead.

DS Owens will oversee things now,

until an independent investigator arrives.

An independent investigator?

It's procedure.

We have to do this properly. My... My hands are tied.

Go back and work on the Laura Dean case.

See it through.

I'll brief you as appropriate.

-Tom?

-Yeah?

Where were you last night?

I was out.

I was out looking for Iwan Thomas.

Did you find him?

Mared, I wish I had.

PHONE RINGS

Lloyd?

I needed to see the place.

I loved her!

I don't understand why that wasn't enough!

Come on.

She was seeing somebody else, wasn't she?

Did he do this to her?

Move it forward.

Ifan was waiting for Laura for hours, just like he said.

Sir? Lewis John.

Nine years ago, a 17-year-old brought an accusation against him.

Sexual assault.

No charges were ever brought against the artist and the case was shelved.

-We just have the initial notes and statements.

-What was her name?

Joanna Miller. She's currently working as a cook in Aberystwyth.

Well done, Lloyd.

Can I help you?

Oh, if you're looking for DCI Mathias, he's not here.

I wasn't looking for him.

I'd like to speak to you.

-Joanna Miller?

-Yeah.

I'm DCI Mathias, this is DI Rhys.

We need to ask you some questions about Lewis John.

It was years ago.

I have nothing to do with him now.

It's in the past.

Maybe you can help us with something that isn't in the past.

One of his models, Laura Dean...

She was found dead during the early hours of this morning.

I've said all I want to say about him.

It's on record.

It was a lifetime ago.

That's OK.

If you do decide to, er...say anything...

..just give us a call.

-It was a long time ago.

-But you remember her.

Joanna Miller? She brought an assault charge against you.

-She was 17 years old.

-And then retracted it.

But you admit to having a naked 17-year-old in your studio.

She wasn't naked.

Joanna developed a crush on my husband.

We were both aware of it

and did our best to bring the arrangement to an end.

Did it work?

Jo mistook my interest in her as...something more.

When Lewis' work was done...

..she couldn't understand why he didn't need to see her any more.

She couldn't handle it.

And lashed out.

She was just 17 years old. Same age as my daughter.

Then you'll understand.

-Will I?

-Was Laura Dean in love with you, Mr John?

No. It...

It wasn't that.

HE SIGHS

-She was special.

-She was vulnerable.

Like Jo Miller.

You've no idea what these girls are like.

We've all been guilty of attention-seeking.

One time or another.

I paint what's inside.

Once I've seen it and...

..I've painted it, I...

..I move on.

Do you really believe you can see inside people?

I...

I'd like to think I do, yes.

Would you like him to paint you...

..Mr Mathias?

Well, that depends.

Do you think you can see inside of me, Mr John?

Ifan.

Ifan!

-What do you want?

-I wanted to say sorry!

I should've said something! I-I should've told you about Laura!

I-I tried talking to her, I tried to make her stop!

-To let you know, tell you...!

-I'm not interested!

-If I'd have said something, then maybe...!

-Stop! Just stop!

Everybody lied!

She lied! You lied!

You're all liars! All of you!

Laughing at me behind my back!

-Ifan, that isn't true!

-Leave me alone!

DS Owens?

Sir.

Hi.

You!

You killed him!

He never killed himself! He never was going to kill himself!

You killed him!

-Hey, leave it!

-Get off me!

-Get off me! Get off!

-Let him go.

-Get off me!

-Let him go! Let him go!

You killed him, or you drove him to it!

His blood's on your hands!

HE BREATHES HARD

WAVES CRASH

DCI Mathias.

I've heard a lot about you.

Hm! Yeah, I'm sure you have.

I've asked DS Owens to work with me on this.

I take it you haven't got a problem with that?

No.

She's a good officer.

We'll sort this out.

And then everyone can move on.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-DI Rhys.

-Sir.

HE SIGHS

-Where are we with Pathology?

-Still waiting for the report, sir.

-Sir?

-Yes?

-I'm not trying to...

-Sian?

Just do your best.

Mared?

FAINT TV BROADCAST

KNOCKS AT DOOR

Hi.

-Sorry.

-Everything OK?

Yeah. Um...there's, um... There's no power.

Fuse box. Only the thousandth time!

I haven't had a chance to fix the wiring yet.

-Whisky?

-Yeah.

Put it on my bill.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Well, at least it'll help with the wiring.

It was my grandparents' place.

I used to come here as a little girl.

I loved it.

The sea.

Happy times. Hm!

So, you took it on?

Yeah. They were getting old.

And my marriage came to an end.

Hm.

So, why are you here?

Well, I was sent here. Work.

-Banished!

-Huh!

Yeah, something like that.

A police officer came here today.

Asking about you.

About where you were last night.

I thought you were the policeman.

Well, sometimes it's not that easy.

You know, you try and do something and...

Well, it's complicated.

What do they think you've done?

They think I killed someone.

I didn't.

Hm!

WAVES CRASH

GULLS CRY

Hm.

CLOCK TICKS

PHONE RINGS

Mathias.

This is where I'd come to hide when I was younger.

You caught me by surprise, asking about Lewis.

I put it away a long time ago and...

..moved on.

Well, I'm sorry to bring it up again, but...

..I appreciate it.

How did you start modelling for him?

I was a waitress on the front, just on the weekends.

I was 17.

Still in school.

Modelling made me feel very grown-up.

I'd sit for him.

And he'd ask me to undress.

Were you happy to do that?

I don't know.

And he just asked you to sit for him?

No, she did.

Anna.

His wife?

I didn't see it at the time but...

it was her, really.

She was the one that approached me, made me feel special.

She said I was intriguing.

She said I had a look.

But she knew you were 17?

17 going on 30.

It was Anna that decided how I'd sit.

Like... Like she was setting me up as bait for him.

And you felt the need to press charges against him?

They said there wasn't any real evidence.

-Maybe they were right.

-Maybe they were wrong.

I decided to...

..put it all behind me and move on.

Yeah.

But things like that don't really go away, do they?

HAMMERING

'Do you choose all the models for him?'

No, not all.

But you decide who he paints and how he paints them?

He felt guilty about it.

At the beginning.

Guilty?

Wanting them.

He thought he'd hurt me.

Isn't there a line between...

an artist and a model?

And shouldn't there be one?

-A line?

-Yeah.

Professional line.

You're a professional.

Haven't you ever crossed a line?

They pick themselves.

I can just spot them, that's all.

Lewis doesn't have a type,

if that's what you mean.

What about Laura Dean?

-What about Laura Dean?

-Was she different from the others?

-No.

-But she used to stay here, didn't she, overnight?

Like Joanna Miller.

In the spare room.

You seem very comfortable with his indiscretions.

He's an obsessive.

Obsessions come and go.

And these young women...

..they're nothing more than that.

They mean nothing to him once he's done with them.

They fascinate him.

For a while.

Once they step out of the light...

..they disappear.

All of them?

All of them.

CAR APPROACHES

Yeah?

Laura Dean was pregnant.

'Do we know who the father is?'

Ifan.

Sorry.

I, erm...

I...

I had to come in.

I, erm...

It's easier to be at work.

Yeah, well, it's better to keep busy, I suppose.

If you find the right soils,

the right light...

..temperature and water...

..then what you do pays off.

You get something that rewards you.

Gives back.

For the care you put in.

Ifan, is there somewhere we can talk?

We're on our own here.

We can talk.

Laura was pregnant.

The pathology report confirmed it this morning.

She was very early.

Only eight weeks.

No.

We're sorry.

I didn't know.

Pathology were running tests to see if there were any unusual substances

in Laura's blood...

and they found a match with your DNA.

What?

Well, erm...

The baby was yours.

No.

No, it's... It's a mistake.

It can't be my baby.

You're wrong. It can't be.

Ifan?

It's not mine.

It can't be mine!

-Ifan...

-Get out!

-Leave! Get out!

-Come on, Ifan.

No! No!

No!

HE SOBS

What did he mean, it was a mistake? Why was the baby a mistake?

-He was devastated.

-That wasn't grief, that was rage. He was furious.

Is that what you expect from someone who's just found out that the person

they've lost, the person they loved, was also having their child?

We know Laura lied about the gallery opening on Wednesday night

-because that night she was with Lewis John, right?

-Right.

We know she went to work on Thursday and left as normal that evening.

-Correct.

-And we know that Ifan was in work on Friday.

Yes. I checked with his employer. He was there all day. He left late but he often does.

-Did they notice anything unusual in his behaviour, his mood?

-Nothing they said.

-According to his colleagues he was his usual self.

-So no change?

No, he left early on Wednesday and called in sick on Thursday.

He was ill? What was wrong with him?

They didn't say. He just called in sick.

Ifan told us that he didn't know that Laura was pregnant.

-Maybe she didn't know herself.

-She was eight weeks gone, Lloyd.

Or he thought that the child wasn't his.

-You said that he left work on Wednesday?

-Yes, sir.

-Why?

We don't know. He didn't tell anyone.

Oh, my God, I think he's been lying to us.

He left work early on Wednesday just to follow her,

to find out where she was going. He knew about the affair.

He didn't phone her in Caernarfon because she wasn't in Caernarfon. She was with Lewis John.

That's why he didn't show up for work on Thursday - because he found out the truth.

So the phone messages, the texts, meeting her at the station,

telling us that she was missing, that was all an act?

He knew she wasn't coming back. He knew because he killed her.

What he didn't know until now is that the baby - her baby - was his.

-Get a unit over to Ifan Riley's house now.

-Yes, sir.

Ifan Riley!

No sign of him, sir. His car's not here.

OK, Lloyd.

I think I know where he might be.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

You took her from me.

Who are you?

You stole Laura from me.

Ifan?

You treated her like an object.

That's not true.

I cared about Laura.

No.

All you care about...

..is this!

I gave her everything.

And then you came along.

Flattered her.

Made her feel special.

Whatever you think happened here...

..you're wrong.

You poisoned her against me.

No.

She died...

..because of you.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Try phoning the house.

Lewis?

LOUD GROANS

Lewis!

Lewis!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

It's Ifan.

What have you done?!

Please, I need help, Ifan!

Please!

You and him, you're both the same.

-No!

-Go!

You leave her alone! You leave her alone!

Leave her alone!

No!

CAR APPROACHES

Help! Help!

SOBBING

No!

DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS

CRIES OF TERROR

No!

Ifan...

..put the knife down.

STIFLED GROANS

Let them go, Ifan.

This was her choice.

Ifan, listen to me. This was all Laura's choice.

-It's their fault.

-No, it isn't.

They've taken everything from me!

I've known for months...

..deep down...

..that she'd been lying to me.

In the end I just had to know.

Tell me, Ifan.

What happened the next day, when she came back?

I just wanted her to tell me...

..why.

She said she didn't love me any more.

That I was suffocating her.

Drop the knife, Ifan.

She said she was in love with someone else.

She said it was his baby.

And I believed her.

I just snapped.

I strangled her.

HE CRIES

Why did she have to lie?

Look at me, Ifan.

Give me the knife.

Come on.

TENSE MUSIC BUILDS

SHE SOBS

'Mammy!

'Mammy, come here!

'Look at me.'