Episode 2 Mayday

This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting

'What makes you think she's dead?'

-I felt her leave me.

-You'd know if your dad was a killer.

I told you not to look in that bag!

'It's just a shift that went bad. That's all.'

-I need you on my side, Fi.

-I'm always on your side.

-Fine. I'll find the little bitch.

-She's a child.

You have no idea. You want to search the woods?

-We're going to find the Magic Circle.

-Hattie's?

-It's a May Queen crown.

-Seth? What have you done?

-You know what I've done.

NEWS REPORTER: 'The search continues for missing May Queen,

'Hattie Sutton. The 14-year-old schoolgirl has not been seen since she left home

'on Monday morning, to take part in the local May Day celebrations. Hattie was last seen...'

-Hattie!

-'..riding a red bicycle, wearing a May Queen costume with a floral headdress.

'The family have urged anyone with any information to get in touch.'

Hattie!

Hattie!

ECHOING WHISPERS

The crown of flowers is definitely hers.

-But why would she be out there?

-Doing what kids do.

No, not Hattie. No.

Seth...

He spends a lot of time in the woods, doesn't he?

Not really. He's got his own flat now. He's sorted.

Anyway, he was at the parade, I doubt if he knows anything.

Course he was, yeah.

-DISTANT SEARCHER:

-Hattie!

KNOCKS AT DOOR

WHISPERING

FURTHER KNOCKING

(Come on.)

Seth's not here.

Oh, shut up.

Hattie!

Where have you been?

Who are they? And why have you got it?

Where'd this come from?

(Bloody hell.)

None of this stuff is yours.

You hate seeing other families happy, don't you?

They're only happy on the surface. All I do is scratch it.

MUFFLED NOISES AND SCRATCHING

SCRABBLING AND YELPING

What the hell was that?

FURTHER SCRATCHING

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Hello? Police.

It's the police, can you open up, please?

-Police!

-FURTHER KNOCKING

Can you open up, please?

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Hello, police!

-I'll get the door, then.

-(Don't move!)

SCRATCHING CONTINUES

HE LAUGHS

(Don't say anything, just shut up.)

Hello, police! Can you hear me? Is there anyone there?

Can you open up, please?

WHISPERING

Happy now?

Far from it. What have you done to her?

Her?

You take her away and you make the whole town unhappy.

It's all right, love.

You're mad, Steve.

I'll get you out, I'm here!

Ow! Hattie?! Hattie.

MIAOW

HE LAUGHS

You stole a cat?

I saw you yesterday wearing a crown of flowers. Where is she?

Are you keeping her in the woods?

Have you ever been buried alive?

I have.

I've lain under the leaves... and listened to the worms.

Stay here. And don't move.

PHONE DIALS

Hello, my name is Steve Docker and I'm calling regarding my brother,

'Seth Docker. He's having a major episode.

'I need someone from the Crisis Team here - now.'

Malcolm?

Malcolm?

'James, is your father there?'

-'No.'

-Well, you're going to have to come over, now.

'I can't, I've got appointments.'

-No, you'll have to cancel your appointments. This is important.

-'Why? What's going on?'

Well, he went out looking for a missing child last night

and I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since.

'Have you tried calling him?'

Yeah, of course I have, but I just keep getting voicemail.

-'Who's missing?'

-Hattie Sutton.

'Oh, no.'

I can't make them wait more than an hour, Mum.

Where've you been? You make me wait more than an hour.

Thanks, Mum.

Mum, do you have to watch me eat?

Oh, no, I just like seeing you happy.

-Can't you have something, as well?

-Oh, no.

No, I'm too tense to eat, I'm living on my nerves.

So Dad's out looking for Hattie Sutton?

-Yes.

-After all she did?

-Well, I told him that he had to go.

-He had to be seen to be doing the right thing.

-Bet he was thrilled(!)

James...

SHE LAUGHS

..there's something on your dad's computer

he doesn't want me to see.

What would that be?

Well, I don't know, do I?

If I knew, then I wouldn't have to look.

Just ask him when he gets back.

Look, I'm-I'm...I'm trying to protect your father from himself.

I'm not asking you to get involved or to take sides.

I just need his password.

Un-bloody-believable, Mum.

Come on, Linus, open up, will you?

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it, but it was a gut thing,

a reaction, you know? Like a reflex.

Look, I don't know what happened there,

but I promise, it'll never happen again.

Can you open the door?

I want to see your face.

Just open it, just a crack.

Can you do that, Linus? Please?

Hey, look, I've made breakfast for you. Don't let it get cold.

I'll see you later, mate, all right?

All right.

DOOR SHUTS

Hi...Linus, right? DS Mills.

Can we talk about Hattie Sutton?

My dad's at work.

Well, that's all right. We can have a chat, can't we?

-So, how long you been neighbours?

-Since I was born.

-Do you know Hattie well?

-No.

Do you know Caitlin?

A bit.

Was she happy at home?

Come on, you must be able to hear everything through these walls.

I mean...any arguments, any fights?

So, how about you? Any fights?

A disagreement.

At home?

School.

So why's that, then? Lunch money?

A girl?

They think I'm gay.

Oh.

OK, well, thank you for your time. Erm, you've got school now, right?

-Yeah.

-OK, sorry if I've made you late.

If you don't mind me asking, is that your mum?

I was on duty the night she died. Really tragic.

OK, well, erm...I'll drop by this evening,

and see if I can catch your dad.

DISTANT VOICE: Hattie!

OPERATOR: 'Emergency. What service do you require?'

Police.

'Hello, police, how can I help?'

-It's about my dad.

-'Do you have an incident to report?'

-'Hello?'

-Mum...

'Hello, can you hear me?'

'Hello?'

ECHOING WHISPERS

INFANT YELLS

-Good morning.

-Coffee.

Thank you.

Oi, what's the matter with Charli?

Oh, it's her lost rabbit.

-I'll have a look for it.

-It's not the toy she's upset about.

-I mean, she is, but she's worried about Hattie.

-OK.

I wonder how Richard and Jo are getting on?

You smell so good.

-They must be praying she's going to come back any minute.

-She will.

I can't imagine how... how awful it must be for them.

-It's unimaginable.

-Yeah.

Mmm. Hey, it's all right.

Why don't we go upstairs for a minute?

PHONE BEEPS

Alan? Just got a text from Meg.

There's a search in the woods for Hattie this morning.

-You're not thinking of going?

-All my friends are.

Fi, a hundred amateurs trampling all over a possible crime scene?

Well, I'm not a bloody amateur. I can make sure it's done properly.

I might even find her.

Look, I know you want to go and you think it's your job, but...

..it's not any more.

No. You're right.

I'm sorry.

Well, it's all right.

-DISTANT SEARCHER:

-Hattie!

Everett... Hi.

-Fiona.

-Yeah.

-You're looking well.

-Thanks.

-Must have been very dirty.

-Just needed doing.

You live next door to the Suttons, don't you?

-Yeah.

-How are they coping?

I could hear Jo wailing all night, right through the wall.

-That's awful.

-Didn't get a wink of sleep.

Poor you(!)

BRIEF ABRUPT HISSING

Um, do you mind?

Sorry.

HE SIGHS

Oh, I'll let you get on, sorry.

-We're tooled up.

-What for?

Richard said the police think that Hattie might have run off with some older bloke she met online.

-Do they know who he is?

-No, they're not saying.

But if we find him, Richard wants us to give him a slap.

Right. OK.

-Right, what am I looking for?

-Anything to do with Carroll's Field.

No, you'll have to be more specific.

Erm...that Village Green Campaign that Hattie Sutton organised.

OK, Village Green Campaign. Here's their website.

Forum. It's all old.

Any abusive messages?

Yeah. And they're all about Dad.

I don't think you should read this, Mum, you'll only get upset.

No, I want to see if anything might have set him off.

-What do you mean, "set him off"?

-I don't know.

Maybe he saw Hattie on her bike and he gave her a little nudge,

you know, just to give her a fright, and she fell badly,

he panicked... I don't know. An accident that went wrong.

Why do you always have to imagine

the worst-case scenario for everything?

Is your life really so boring that you have to see death and horror

around every corner? It's not normal, Mum.

Is this normal?

Oh.

Bit of hush, please.

18 hours missing.

We found a crown of flowers in the woods last night.

She could still be out there.

Is she trapped? Is she injured, is she hiding?

Does she not want to come home because of all the fuss?

We need her to know that we don't care about that,

we just want her home with her family.

CROWD MUTTERS AGREEMENT

Now, I hope you've all checked

your gardens and your sheds and your outbuildings?

CROWD MUTTERS That's great. Thank you for that.

-Hi, guys.

-Hi. You're just in time.

-We've got a lot of land out here.

-Oh, no.

-A lot of ground to cover.

-Who put him in charge?

-He's an idiot.

-He seems to be doing all right.

-It's a good turn-out.

-I arrested him once.

But I wouldn't be sending any of you out there...

He was in dispute over a parking permit.

-He pissed in the Council letterbox.

-No!

We got it all on CCTV.

..but just stick to the paths.

And if you see anything, anything at all, you tell me first.

Make sure you've got the command number before you go.

-What an idiot.

-Let's move out.

-Let's go!

-Let's go!

We should be going in lines, taking our time, covering every inch.

It's a shambles.

Come on.

Hattie!

Hattie!

Hattie!

Hattie!

Prime suspect.

There you are, living next door,

knowing she's only on the other side of the wall,

pulling down her panties,

showering...

And you're weird.

Living in your own bubble, keeping to yourself....

What's your point, Sherlock?

That you couldn't take the tease any more.

You had to do it.

I get that.

She was a bitch.

It was due.

If you tell me, I can help you. I'll get your back.

Thanks.

But I'm not a murderer.

And I don't want to join your...

gang.

HE SPITS

WOMAN SCREAMS ON TV

GUNSHOTS ON TV

TV OFF

Quiet day?

Everyone's out searching. I've been watching them go by all morning.

Mothers with their kids. I mean, how messed up is that?

"C'mon, son, let's go find a body!"

I'll tell you something else -

none of them are going to get their rentals back on time today.

And I'm offering no amnesty.

Except for the Suttons. I mean, you know,

they've had Meet The Parents for two days,

but I'm going to let that slide...

because of the circumstances.

My dad wouldn't give a shit if I went missing.

That's a bit harsh.

I don't know him, at all.

Seriously. I don't know what he does,

where he goes every day.

I don't know who his friends are.

I've no idea who he is.

Well, hey, he probably feels the same way about you, man.

I mean...

how often do you tell him about YOUR life?

He lies to me. I know he does.

He doesn't answer properly, if I ask him anything.

I always feel like he's hiding something from me.

The man has got his problems like everyone else.

Get to know him.

Yeah.

Or die trying.

CAMERA CLICKING

Late book, please, Tina.

Linus, your face.

I'm fine. I can still sing and dance.

Has anyone had a look at it?

I have. I gave myself a clean bill of health.

No, that won't do. Medical room.

-Now.

-I'll miss biology.

Excuse me, I'm going to need the details

of every member of staff and pupil with the initials NDN.

Um...Linda will sort that out for you.

You, follow me.

Who did this to you?

Oh, don't worry about me, worry about the other guy.

The state he's in... Phew, touch and go.

Look at your hands. Not a mark on them.

Still watching those cop shows, eh?

Who hit you?

You have soft, warm, hands, Tina.

You know, I have other bruises I could show you,

but not here.

Bump on the head hasn't changed you, then.

You're both still beautiful.

I want you to wait outside, OK?

I'm going to sort this out.

Sort what out?

What colour was Hattie Sutton's bike?

I've no idea.

It looks new.

Yeah. Could be.

SHE SIGHS

It might be nothing. We can't jump to conclusions.

People scrape their cars all the time.

PHONE RINGS

SHE SIGHS Oh.

Hello, Sandra.

Yeah, yeah, it's tragic. Poor girl.

Yeah, no, I'd be happy to help. Yeah, it'd be a pleasure. Bye.

Bye, bye.

You'll have to get your own lunch.

I've got to go and make teas for the Rotary Club.

They're all staring at me.

Staring and whispering.

Some of them are actually taking pictures.

And they're all waiting for me to cry or freak out.

I'm like something in a zoo. And I'M the one who gets sent out,

because, apparently, I'M causing a distraction.

The same thing happened to me when my mum died.

Tragedy sticks to you.

It makes people stare,

it makes your friends avoid you.

And you can never shake it off.

I don't even feel like I live in the same world as them now.

You don't.

DOOR CLOSES

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Who's NDN?

Dunno. Why?

Hattie!

DOG BARKS

I saw Everett Newcombe at the petrol station this morning.

Oh? How did he look? He used to be pretty fit.

-MAN:

-Hattie!

The same, really, just older.

How come my husband gains two stone and goes bald

and Everett gets to look exactly the same?

Something about him really put me on edge.

He probably fancied you.

Oh.

Do you think?

Well, if Alan still isn't up for it...

Actually, um...he is up for it, all of a sudden.

Oh, well, that's great. What fixed him?

I don't know.

I think maybe it was...it was stress.

Well...in the nick of time.

We wouldn't want you running off with Everett, would we?

No offence, Fi, but you're way too old for him.

We were in the same year at college, actually.

No, he hasn't had a serious relationship since Lisa died.

That's really sad. Their little boy was so young when it happened.

Fell down the stairs.

Terrible accident.

No such thing as an accident. There's always someone to blame.

-You think everyone's guilty of something.

-Because they usually are.

Well, he's not a lonely widower. Lots of flings.

-Usually with girls a lot younger than him.

-How young?

I saw him with a girl in the pub last summer.

She can't have been more than 20.

Blonde?

Always.

Well, we both know who did this to you.

We do?

Just tell me.

OK, I appreciate your concern, but this is a private matter.

Why are you protecting them?

Them?

The only way to stop Jaden and Leon is by speaking out.

It wasn't Jaden and Leon.

Come on, Linus, I'm not stupid.

FAINT VOICES

You're a good form tutor, Miss Navarre.

You try your best and I respect that.

But, honestly, you have shitty instincts.

No-one sees what we see,

so no-one can help us.

We're on our own.

-MAN:

-Hattie!

I hope that WE find whoever has taken her - and not the police.

What are you talking about?

If the police find him,

-the first thing they do is give him his rights and a cup of tea.

-Hattie!

I tell you what, Gail, I don't want £40,000 of taxpayers' money

spent on keeping him in a private cell, with TV and internet.

Well, what would you suggest?

If they find him in the woods, and...

he never leaves the woods...

..I won't mind, at all...

..if you know what I mean.

How very...medieval of you, Sandra.

Biblical, actually.

FAINT, WHISPERING VOICES

-MAN:

-Hattie!

DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE

-MAN:

-Hattie!

My son's been missing for three and a half years,

so I know what Richard's going through.

What happened to him?

-Remember Angie?

-Yeah.

It's his mother.

She left me and...took him.

I can't find 'em anywhere and the family won't tell me anything.

What did you do that was so bad?

No idea, mate.

So it's not the same, then, is it?

You know your son's alive and well, you just don't know his address.

It IS the same, because you'd do anything to get 'em back.

Hattie!

I can't work out who NDN is.

No, me, neither.

Really?

It was clearly none of my business.

I thought twins talked about everything.

We used to, when we were little, but...

last year she got into Carroll's Field and I didn't.

We stopped talking after that.

So, I didn't even know she was interested in someone.

Who do you think she'd like?

Someone really perfect... who wants to save the world.

What about the opposite?

A dirty secret? Something she had to hide?

You know like... someone she shouldn't like.

Nathan Naismith?

No.

Neil Dewan.

Mr Dewan? Geography? No!

Natalie Nixon.

Yeah, wouldn't be a girl. That much I do know about her.

Hmm.

Not someone from our school, then.

Maybe someone from the protests?

James? Is he home?

'No. And I really need to speak to him.'

Why? What have you found?

I'm sure it's nothing.

I'm sure Dad can explain it.

'Just...just try and find him, please, Mum?'

Yeah, yeah, OK.

-'Bye.'

-Yeah, bye.

Malcolm!

Malcolm!

Malcolm? Are you there?

Oh. What the hell...

Dear Lord, baby Jesus...

..guardian angels, earth spirits,

whoever is out there, please!

Please, if you help me this time, I promise...I'll never...

I'll never ask for anything again.

You don't want to go this way.

We do, actually.

We're looking for Hattie Sutton.

Well, I can tell you, she's not down here.

-You've looked, have you?

-Yes.

Besides, it's not safe.

There are badger setts and they don't need you disturbing them.

Off you go.

Come on, Fi!

-Actually, I'm going to go back there.

-No, he said it's not safe.

I don't believe him.

Shit.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, it's PC Hill. I need assistance at the Moon Pond.

-MAN:

-We're on our way.

-Where are they going?

-Something's happened.

Oi!

Jesus, is that her?

You'll need to create a perimeter. It's a crime scene.

-What made you think to look in there?

-I was told not to.

-By who?

-Malcolm Spicer.

Malcolm Spicer?

That's what I thought.

Good work, PC Hill.

Like the old days.

-What's happened? Why are there police?

-They found Hattie in the Moon Pond.

Oh, no.

She's dead?

Poor girl. Her poor family!

It's our job to comfort, Sandra, not to need comforting.

What kind of a man would drown a child like that?

It's evil, Gail.

Pure evil.

-POLICEMAN:

-Stay back, please.

Keep behind the yellow line.

-What's going on?

-Nothing that concerns you, sir. I suggest you go home.

Nah, mate. I'm in charge of the searches for Hattie Sutton.

Right. Well, we're in charge now.

If she's in there, I've a right to know.

If she's in there, there's nothing you can do.

Let us take care of it.

Did you watch her grow up? Have you spent time with her at Christmas?

-How will you take care of her?

-I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

-Don't bloody touch me!

-Watch your language, sir.

-I'll say what I like! Do what I like.

Hey, come here!

Hey, hey!

OVERLAPPING SHOUTING

Calm down!

Aaaagh!

Aaagh! Aaagh!

SCREAMING CONTINUES

I'll have to go.

Malcolm! Malcolm!

I've been out of my mind...

I'm sorry...

POLICEMAN: Thank God, it's not her.

Yeah, but the clothing could still be significant.

No, I don't want to go home.

Neither do I.

MAN: Are you stuck?

CHILD: I'm stuck!

-Ohhh!

-Hi, Mum.

You're stuck, aren't you?

Look, right, my ball. No!

Dad! I can kick it!

I got your message. Where did you go?

I went on the search. Sorry. Thanks for picking up the kids.

It's all right. Did you find something?

I found clothes...at the Moon Pond.

-Is it hers?

-The family are coming to identify them.

We're not going to find her alive.

You OK?

No.

Come here.

It's all right.

You were right, I shouldn't have gone.

No! You had to go, it's who you are.

Look, I'm going to run you a nice hot bath, OK?

OK.

What have you got there?

Oh, this is George.

Is that Daddy's old bear?

Yeah, Dad gave it to me, to cheer me up.

Ah, that's sweet.

-No, it's not, it's horrible. It has no eyes.

-SHE CHUCKLES

Where did he find it?

In the loft.

Poor George.

What are you doing up there?

I...

The light was on...

The light was on?

What's that?

It's hair.

No it's not, it's a bird's nest.

No.

Is it?

Yeah. What else could it be?

It's probably a sparrow's. Where did you find it?

It was just by the light.

It looks new. I'll put it back, shall I?

Are you all right?

Fine.

OK.

Yeah. There we go.

Yeah, they were just sweet girls, you know?

Average...happy, sweet girls.

Did you hear anything unusual about either of them?

I'm not a big fan of local gossip or chatting over the fence.

You've been neighbours for years, you must have heard something.

Not really, I mean, people know I'm not interested,

so...they don't tell me anything.

What about boyfriends? People hanging around?

No, not at all. But you never know with teenagers, do you?

And I think it's best not to.

Like, with my son, it's a case of a benign blind eye.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

But I'd say Hattie always struck me as a sensible girl.

Very grown up for her age.

She's more of an adult than me.

You know her well, then?

Erm...that's just the impression that she gave me.

I can't say I ever spoke to her, that often.

OK, well, thanks for your help.

Er...if you do think of anything,

please don't hesitate to give me a call.

How close are you to finding her?

Well, that's a rapidly developing situation.

Linus. Where have you been?

Out.

The school called me this morning and they said you'd walked out.

I've been worried about you all day.

Worried about me?

Hi, Linus.

Go and wash your hands, get yourself cleaned up.

He still gets himself filthy, like he's...like he's ten years old.

-Well, thanks for your time, Mr Newcombe.

-No problem.

Don't run off like that again.

I thought you were never going to come back.

Then, don't hit me again.

Scout's honour.

You weren't a Scout.

HE CHUCKLES

Hey, I don't want to argue about it, OK?

I'm going to make us dinner.

Yeah? Kill the fatted calf and all that shit.

OK, so I got a call today.

The girl who spat blood at me... has made a complaint.

What?

She's claiming I used excessive force.

How much force?

Look, she sobered up in her cell...

..couldn't remember where all her cuts and bruises came from,

so she decided to lawyer up and blame me.

I don't want you to worry about it.

It won't...become a thing.

How can you be sure?

She's a little drunk, with a long history of previous.

Have you been suspended?

Yeah, of course.

I'll make the best of it.

Get a few jobs done round the house.

You've got goosebumps.

MAN LAUGHS

What, you don't find this funny any more?

You used to love this show.

-When I was eight.

-People cracking their nuts is always funny.

Dad, why were you being interviewed by the police?

I wasn't being interviewed. They were just asking around.

He didn't ask me anything.

-You're not a responsible member of this community.

-Oh, and you are?

HE CHUCKLES

I want to know how Mum died.

I don't talk about it.

And you don't ask about it.

I couldn't find your father.

The police have found Hattie's clothes in the Moon Pond.

Mum, you need to come upstairs.

Did you hear me?

Her clothes in a bloody pond.

In the woods. By the bird hide.

Upstairs. Now.

From the drinks cabinet.

The police found a raggy old slip

and brought it round to show Mum, thinking it was Hattie's.

Mum was so upset she couldn't look at it, so...I had to.

Is it hers?

Like she'd wear polyester.

It was such a horrible thing,

it was, kind of, hilarious they'd think it was hers.

And everyone's being so serious.

I started laughing, because Hattie would have found it funny, too.

I'm in disgrace again.

My parents think I'm this callous cow.

They think I don't care that she's gone.

I saw my mum today.

What were you doing wrong?

I'm not sure.

MAN: A long, long, long, long time ago...

..when this town was just a tiny village...

..and the woods were all around...

..the people who lived here believed in fairies and elves and goblins.

And the years went past, and the town grew bigger and bigger...

and we had houses and cars and electricity

and we forgot all about the fairies and the elves and the goblins.

But the fairies and the elves and the goblins like to remind us

that they're still here.

So, they steal my car keys, and they hide Mummy's scissors...

And they came here and took Mr Johnson?

I don't think so, Dad.

Oh, I think so.

Listen.

They're just playing a game with you.

So you don't have to be sad.

Just play along.

I didn't know you believed in magic.

Well, there's a lot of things you don't know about me.

Goodnight, Dad.

Goodnight, darling.

What am I looking at?

Dad's business accounts. Your joint accounts.

Your savings.

Well, what's this got to do with anything?

It's all gone, Mum.

All the money went into Carroll's Field -

the legal battles, the proposal. It's all gone.

But this is business money.

No, it's everything. The house, the boat, the car. It's gone.

You don't own a damn thing.

He gambled the lot on Carroll's Field.

And he knew it.

He's been trying to dig himself out of this hole for months,

but it's collapsed now.

All because of Hattie Sutton and the Village Green campaign.

She ruined him.

Seth?

What are you doing here? You should be at home.

-Did they give you rough justice in there?

-No, they gave me a caution.

-I've got something to show you.

-They found the clothes this afternoon.

It's not clothes. It's something bigger.

I just want to go home and have a shower and a pint.

It's in the woods. You have to see it!

Shhh!

Why? Is there someone out here?

Look into the abyss...

..and the abyss looks back at you.

A girl has gone missing and people are looking for someone to blame.

I do pray that, what happened to your father

has nothing to do with Hattie Sutton.

You know what he's done. You know where Hattie is. Let me in!

-How am I going to do this?

-Just keep your answers simple,

and look them straight in the eye.

Everything you see here, it's all been an illusion.

-None of this is real.

-It's you, Linus.

-Did you ever see Hattie talking to a guy called Everett?

-Of course.

Hattie.

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