Episode 3 Requiem

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contains some strong language,

some scenes of a sexual nature

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may find upsetting.

My mum killed herself,

and I think it

had something to do with your

daughter Carys.

23 years gone

and you lot are still at it.

It's me. I'm the girl.

I am telling you,

there's something here.

I've just seen that, that symbol.

I got the pathologist's report

on Ewan Dean.

Oh, yeah?

Still a bit fuzzy

on the time of death, though.

Can I ask you who that man is?

23 years ago,

I had a chat to some bloke.

You expect me

to remember who I was talking to?

I'm his sister, OK?

The last time you did

something like this!

I won't let you do that again!

Do you understand me?

Where did you get this?

I bought it. Half for you,

half for me.

Tru, have you got any coins, love?

I've got to make a call.

You watch Carys.

And keep her off the swings.

Her mum said she's had

a funny tummy.

OK.

I've got to pee.

No swinging, OK, Carys?

Wicked! Can I have a go?

Ready?

They're wrecked.

My mum's going to kill me.

You put too much on.

Trudy? Trudy, where are you?

Coming!

Carys not with you?

No.

Well, where is she, then?

Carys? Carys?

I asked YOU to look after her!

Did you see where she went?

I was in the loo.

Carys, love! Carys! Where are you?

Carys! Carys, where are you?

Carys!

Carys!

HARRY:

Trudy, it's 10.30!

Are you going to close this pub up?

Yeah, I'll be down in a minute, Dad!

Yeah, I'll be down in a minute, Dad!

Do you want me to stop?

No, you can finish.

If I can prove that she was wearing

this when she went missing,

I'll have a direct

link between Carys and Janice,

between me and the Howells.

How did that guy out there

know you had that?

Maybe he recognised me.

Because he's your dad?

You say that like it's ridiculous.

No, I'm just...

I'm just trying to

get my head around it, that's all.

The way he ran away,

it's like he was scared.

If this was Carys' necklace,

then maybe your mate

out there is the kidnapper.

I just don't see how can you

trust some random weirdo

that you met out in the bush.

That weirdo could be my dad.

I think I've found my dad.

Isn't that a good thing?

Sorry. Yeah, you're right.

Of course it's a good thing,

it's a great thing.

Maybe we should go and sleep on it?

I might stay up for a bit.

OK. I'll see you in the morning.

HARRY:

I can't do that to her.

ROSE:

So what are you saying?

You seriously think

we can stay quiet?

Of course not, no, but...

please, it'll kill her!

DAVID: Mummy! Mummy!

Mummy!

Mummy!

It's OK.

Mummy!

It's OK.

Oh, Mummy!

David, David,

it's OK, I'm here.

Mummy!

Ssh! I'm here.

Night terror?

I thought he'd grown out of them.

Listen, why don't I take him?

I've been wanting to see

the lad play anyway.

You're weeks behind on

the Brady house.

One more morning won't hurt.

I've already told Davey I'd do it.

I want to do it.

I rang Doctor Satlow.

She's got a spot free

at 10 this morning.

I thought I could drop

you off on my way through.

Why would

I need to see a bloody shrink?

If you're feeling stressed.

I'm fine.

I'm perfectly capable of taking

our own son to a rugby match.

I'll see you after work, then.

Shut up, Benny man! Come on in.

Benny! Come on, dog! Come on!

What's the matter with you?

Dog!

Who's there?

Nick?

DISEMBODIED VOICE:

Here I am!

You OK?

What?

The police are here.

We need another chat, Ms Gray.

Down at the station.

Do you know David Morgan?

I've met him.

We've received a formal complaint -

an allegation that

you've been stalking

and harassing him.

What? I haven't harassed anyone.

But you do know David?

Who said this?

The alleged incident took place

at the local school

yesterday afternoon, about 3.30.

It was his father, wasn't it?

Were you there, Ms Gray?

You know the answer.

We'll take that as a yes.

What is going on?

Ms Gray, this is Stephen Kendrick -

formerly Detective

Inspector Kendrick.

Why am I being questioned

by a former inspector?

I was the officer in charge of

investigating Carys Howell's

disappearance.

I understand you have some

evidence to back up your claim

about your true identity.

This belonged to Carys Howell.

My mum - the woman

I always thought was my mum -

she had half of it

hidden in her bedroom.

Now, you tell me -

how did she get that?

And the other half?

Where did you get that?

From Sean Howell.

I met him last night

in the woods outside Dean House.

When Carys Howell went missing...

..I took a detailed

description of what she was wearing.

A friendship necklace was never

mentioned.

No, that can't...

That can't be right.

Believe me, I recall every

word of Rose Howell's deposition.

I could recite it verbatim.

Look, how do you know it was

Sean Howell that gave this to you?

Can you describe him?

Yeah. He looked like he'd

been living rough.

He had an overgrown beard,

he had a scar on his face

that went right up to his eye.

Ms Gray, I warned

you about bothering the Morgans.

Now I'll give you a second

and final warning.

I can't force you to leave town but,

if you go near the Morgan kid again,

I will arrest you

and I will charge you.

Understood?

Ms Gray! A quick word.

Now, the card's old,

but I've written my new phone

number on the back.

You see Sean Howell again,

will you ring me?

What, you believe me now?

The last I had on Howell

was 10 years ago.

He was badly beaten in Glasgow,

living rough.

Police reports said that his face

was slashed in the attack.

Next to the eye.

So why didn't you speak up just now

in front of Graves?

Right from word go,

there was something odd about

Sean Howell's statement.

Alibi didn't pan out. Seemed to me

he was hiding something.

Are you telling me

Sean was the kidnapper?

No. Case against him

didn't stand up.

Mind you, by that time, the poor

man's reputation had been destroyed.

So you feel guilty.

When I retired,

they gave me a watch.

I'm supposed to feel proud of it,

I imagine.

But every time I look at it, I see

that little girl and her family.

And I remember I never found her.

What about Rose?

Did her story stand up?

You leave her out of it.

Excuse me,

is there a password for the Wi-Fi?

There is no customer Wi-Fi.

You might get a few

bars on the high street

if you walk up the hill a bit.

Anyway, breakfast

finishes in 15 minutes,

so you'd better get started.

I clean up on the hour, sharp.

Swung by the bakery for you.

Cheers, love.

What?

Followed young Davey Morgan, shouted

after him, "I'm your sister!"

Can't be true, what she's saying.

Course it's not bloody true.

I just thought you'd be interested.

Thanks for the bread.

I've got customers.

Rosie, how you holding up, love?

Not bad. You know.

Thought you might be struggling.

Why would you think that?

That awful woman,

saying what she did.

Just as well your Aron was there.

You got any idea who she is?

Not a local, from what I've heard.

She's not got anything to do

with your ex, has she?

Rosie?

What you doing?

Facebook.

I don't want him here.

Dad, he's paid for two nights.

Um... Sorry if I've kept you.

My dad wants you out of here.

Sorry?

Your friend, the pretty one. She's

been saying that she's Carys Howell.

Look, my old man hasn't looked at

the guest book in, like, five years.

Keep your head down and he'll have

forgotten all about it by tomorrow.

OK. Thanks.

You a musician, then, yeah?

How did you know?

From your hands.

Really?

No, of course not, you fool!

I googled you.

Ah. That'd make more sense.

This business about her.

Your friend, being Carys...

..is she for real about that?

I think so.

I want to meet her.

No, Matilda's pretty

fragile right now.

You tell her that I was

the last person to see Carys

before she went missing.

We'll see what she says then, yeah?

I just need a break, Dad.

It'd just be for a few days.

But I've got no room for you, Rosie.

Well, we don't need any room.

We can sleep on the floor.

I've got my doctor's

appointment tomorrow.

I could help you with that.

I could drive you in.

No, Rose, it's not what I'm used to.

Anyway, the neighbours wouldn't

like it, me having guests.

You know what it's like.

OK.

I've got a tummy ache.

I want to go home.

In a minute.

I want to see Dad.

For Christ's sake!

I said in a minute!

Don't be scared, sweetheart.

Don't be scared. I can fix it.

Mummy'll fix it.

Are you sure it's legal, putting

these things out in your paddocks?

No. But then neither is

killing my sheep.

I'll swing by tomorrow, then.

Aye, aye.

Edward! Fancy seeing you.

What's up?

Here to see some more dead sheep.

The other night, you said you were

coming down the station

to have a word.

You said that. Not me.

If I had reason to think

Ewan Dean's death was sus,

we'd be looking at a murder

investigation.

That means detectives,

from the city.

I already told you what happened.

You sure that's the way you

want to play this?

I'm not playing.

Right.

Neither am I.

Is David all right?

What do you want from me?

I just want you to tell me

the truth.

I let you into my house,

I looked at your photos,

and you said you'd go away.

But you didn't.

You went after my boy.

You lied to me,

and then you went after my boy.

So, you tell me - what's it going to

take to make you leave me alone?

OK.

When I was little,

it was just me and my mum.

But I always used to

pretend that maybe

I had some more family out there,

and that I'd find them one day.

And when I saw you, and Davey...

..I felt...something.

And I think that you did, too.

I'm right, aren't I?

So, why won't you just admit it?

Please, just...

I don't want anything from you.

Just tell me the truth.

After my little girl disappeared,

I had people coming at me

with information,

saying they'd seen her.

One idiot even told me

he was the one who took her.

They all turned out to be liars,

or fucking nutcases.

But do you know what?

I believed every one of 'em.

Every one. Because I wanted to.

I wanted it so much.

I am not trying to trick you...

Do you know what how that feels?

To be given hope, again and again,

and then have it smashed,

every single time?

I can't just walk away.

You're my mother.

And I'm your daughter...

I don't want you,

or your photos! Take them!

Take them, and go! Just go!

I'm not going anywhere.

I won't walk away from this.

So?

Graves grabbed me.

She knows I lied about the old man.

What did she say?

Said the times don't work out,

like I must have been there

earlier than I said.

And that's it?

She wants me to go in,

make another statement.

No, no! You say nothing,

you understand!

What about the Aussie?

What about him?

Don't you think

I got enough troubles without this?

He asked about the woods,

down past the brook.

And?

I told him it wasn't

part of his property.

Good.

You stick to that.

This'll tide you over

until we wind this up.

He'll figure it out eventually.

And the moment he does, Eddie...

..you come and tell me.

She's not feeling well.

I don't care. This is important.

Well, so is Meredith's health.

Just wait there.

What do you think you're doing?

I told you, I need to talk to

Meredith.

Hey, stop!

Meredith, please listen to me.

Rose Morgan is lying to me,

and I don't know why, but I think

it's got something to do with

your brother...

You are not welcome

here.

I saw your photos.

Rose worked here, at Dean House...

Stop disturbing her...

For Christ's sake, someone's got

to tell me the fucking truth!

What's she saying?

Ewan used to hire extra staff...

..for the parties,

and to help clean up afterwards.

Local girls from the village.

Rose was one of them.

And she'd bring Carys with her,

to work?

Sometimes.

Most of the time

she left her with a friend.

And the day that Carys went missing?

Was Rose working here that day?

She called in sick.

And where was Ewan?

What was Ewan doing that day?

It's in the bathroom, but...

She wants her cough medicine.

I'll be back in a moment.

I think you know something

about what happened to Carys.

I understand you want to protect

your brother, that's natural, but...

Here you are.

You were right.

I'll let Meredith rest.

Matilda, lovely to see you again.

And thank you for matchmaking me

with this delightful gentleman.

That symbol, on the...

The key stone. Monas Hieroglyphica.

You know it.

It's become very

popular in mystical circles.

Probably because no-one really

knows what it means,

which of course makes it

wonderfully attractive.

I just figured it was

a coat of arms.

In a sense, it is.

The Monas was invented by

a fellow called John Dee.

He was an advisor to Queen Liz

herself, the first one.

He was a notable alchemist,

among other things.

And he lived here?

No, but Ewan believed that

John Dee's son, Theodorus, did.

Thought he founded the Dean family.

Looking at this,

it seems that Ewan was right.

Descended from a royal advisor.

That's kind of nice, huh?

You ask the locals, they'll tell

you.

This area has always been special.

Milk tastes better,

soil's richer, water's clearer.

The druids certainly thought so.

Maybe Theodorus Dee did, too.

So, you're saying

he moved here for the milk?

To continue his father's work.

At least that's what

poor old Ewan believed.

So, you knew Ewan quite well?

Ah!

I'd haunted the poor man for years.

We antique dealers

are like vultures, you see -

we circle the old, and, then,

when they kick off, we swoop.

Talking of which...

Ah, Sylvia and I have some

business to talk about.

What on earth are you doing out

here?

I need to talk to you alone,

without that Australian idiot

butting in.

Very mature.

You look terrible.

Thanks.

You look pretty shitty yourself.

I've been up all night. That's what

I need to talk to you about.

Jesus, Eddie!

Sorry, Tru.

I got us tickets, for the cinema.

That new film,

with that fella you liked.

Cinema? Where'd this come from?

I just thought it'd be good to

get out for a bit.

Have a talk.

I can't. I've got to do the VAT.

Come on, Tru,

we only get one night a week.

I know, but...

I already bought

tickets. Please, Tru?

Take your mum, yeah?

She'd love to get out.

You want to chuck this pub in,

get away from this town,

you oughta stick with me.

You're going to get me

out of here, are you?

I got something coming up.

And when it pays off,

I'll have plenty of cash.

Fine, and when you do, we'll catch

a film, with a large popcorn.

Till then, I really do need to get

on with the VAT so...

Give my love to your mum, yeah?

I just couldn't get it

out of my head. So I wrote it down.

What, note by note?

Mm.

Do you remember Professor Carling?

Taught comparative musicology...

You thought he hated you.

He did hate me.

Still, weird music is his forte,

so I thought he'd be interested.

Was he?

Yeah.

He got back almost immediately.

It was only a short e-mail -

he's at a conference in the States -

but he said it reminded him

of a suite composed by

some nutjob from the 1920s.

"For ceremonial use."

What kind of

ceremony?

He didn't say.

But I googled the name and it was

some aristocrat, died in jail.

Convicted of indecent dealings

with minors. He was also a Satanist.

Satanist, like the devil?

Yeah,

well, I don't believe in the devil

any more than I believe in ghosts.

But if Uncle Ewan

was into something like that...

He might have taken a child.

Maybe.

But no talk of Satan

in front of Trudy.

We don't want to scare her off, OK?

Matilda, this is Trudy.

Get a move on, will you?

Anyone sees me with you two,

my name'll be shit.

Well...that's nice to know.

Where are we going?

Just drive. I'll tell you

when we get there.

You enjoyed it, then?

It was OK. The first bit was...

Davey,

maybe you should go downstairs.

But I just got my dinner.

Hang on - what do you mean,

the first bit?

Mum dragged me off the pitch.

Walked out in the middle of play

and dragged me off.

Davey, I told you to go downstairs.

So just do as you're told.

Davey. Do as your mum says, please.

Kids at school say you're crazy.

Downstairs, now!

They're all talking about us.

Everyone in town.

So what if they are?

I can't face it again.

Yes, you can. I know you can.

He's ashamed of me. My boy.

He's not.

You've done it,

speaking against me.

I wouldn't, Rosie, I've never said

a word against you, never.

Yesterday...I was an arse,

I know that. And I'm sorry.

We both want what's

best for the boy. Right?

Maybe he remembers the last time...

No, no, he doesn't.

Hey, come on, it's a lovely night.

I'll put Davey to bed, do his

reading, I'll clean up the kitchen.

Why don't you go down to the pub,

and get ourselves

a bottle of something nice.

Then we can have a glass...

..we can sit down together

and discuss how we're going to

handle this.

Make a plan. Just like we used to.

You see the dirt road. Turn there.

Just her.

Anything happens,

I'll be right here. OK?

This is where they lived.

The Howells.

Feel like you're home?

I don't feel anything.

What about me?

You remember me?

I'm sorry, no.

Carys's second toe was longer

than her big toe.

I was self-conscious about it

at school and never wanted to go

swimming, because I didn't want

the other girls to see.

Kind of silly to be

so upset about a toe.

I googled it, you know.

Before coming up here.

It's pretty common.

Do you know what, it's cold.

And if you don't believe that

I'm Carys, then let's just go home.

My parents were best friends

with her parents.

My mum used to mind Carys,

and Rose would mind me.

She was so sick...

..but she took Carys anyway,

cos Rose had to go to work.

Cos she was a kind person.

And look how that came out for her.

What was Carys like?

She used to talk with this...

..stupid, bloody lisp.

I used to tease her about it...

..do her voice.

She was into dinosaurs.

I taught her all the names.

She used to say "tyana-sauce"

instead of "tyrannosaurus."

Hal said that you wanted

to tell me something.

I don't think my mum ever forgave

herself for what happened.

But it wasn't her fault.

It was mine.

I was supposed to be looking

after her. And I wasn't.

You must've been a kid yourself,

it's not your fault.

The day it happened,

something was wrong.

My mum she was in a state,

she was scared or...

She got on the phone...

..arguing with someone.

It was like...

It's like she knew something

bad was going to happen.

So, you think that she was involved?

No.

I don't know.

And you never told

anyone about this?

I was 10. She was my mum.

What would you have done?

You're right. It's freezing in here.

Aren't you coming?

No, I'm going to

walk home.

Trudy. Trudy!

Why did you tell me all that?

I wanted to say sorry

that I'm sorry...

..that I teased you

about your lisp.

Every night of my life,

I wish I hadn't.

Aron?

Hello?

Davey?

Where are you, love?

'Rose...'

Where are you? What's happened?

'I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to scare you.'

What's wrong? Just tell me!

'I've taken Davey somewhere safe.

'He's going to stay

there for a little while.'

You've what?

'Things are getting messy.

I'm not blaming you,

'but if it goes like last time...'

No. Please, no, not my boy.

'You'll thank me later...'

No, Aron...

'when you're feeling better

again.'

..I've lost everything.

I've lost everything.

'I'll be home soon.'

No. I'll go to the police...

'The police know the history, Rosie.

'Who's side do you think

they'll take?'

Where are my car keys?

'I'll be back soon.'

No! No...

'I love you, Rosie. I love you.'

You OK?

Mm.

That was good, wasn't it?

She knew about Carys, and she

believed you. She believed you.

Look!

What?

That's Aron's truck.

Maybe.

We need to go over there

right now.

Why on earth

would we do that?

Aron's heading out

of town so Rose'll be home alone.

Tilly, she's already said

she doesn't believe you.

On the morning Carys went missing,

Rose told Trudy's mum

that she was working. But

she wasn't - she phoned in sick.

Now I'm going to look at her in the

eye and tell her that she's a liar.

No, Tilly, I'm not doing it.

All right, then, I'm going to walk.

Wait!

Wait! Wait, you win.

Where've you been?

What's happened?

I fell down the back stairs.

Let me have a look.

I'd still be lying there,

on the bloody floor,

if it hadn't been for young Edward.

I should get a move on.

Get back home to mum.

Good lad. Give her my best,

all right?

You ought to see a doctor, Dad.

I'm fine.

Come on, let me have a look.

I'm fine, really. Stop fussing.

Dad, I met the English girl.

What?

It's true.

It's her.

Jesus Christ.

She's Carys,

I'm sure of it.

I don't want to listen

to this rubbish.

She's alive, and she's back.

Aren't you glad?

Why aren't you glad?

That whole thing,

it's over, long over,

and it's time everyone

just let it go!

Let's get you up them stairs, then.

Why do you think Rose was

so keen to get rid of me?

I don't know.

I do. It's because she's guilty.

Two days ago you thought Ewan

was behind it,

yesterday you thought Janice,

now Rose?

Maybe it's all of them.

Maybe Janice bought me.

Bought you?!

You read about

that sort of shit,

people trading in babies. If Ewan

was some kind of Satanistic pervert,

and Rose was, I dunno,

shagging him or something.

Listen, there was something

dodgy going on up at that house.

I can see that now.

But this isn't going to help us.

Something's wrong.

Tilly, you need to listen to me.

Hello, Rose?

Hey. What if Morgan gets home?

Rose!

What have you done to her?

Open this door.

What have you done? Answer me!

Who are you? Who are you?!

Who the hell are you?

Aron, that's enough!

You may need to make another

statement tomorrow.

But for now, we should go.

Is she OK?

She took an overdose.

They'll know more tomorrow.

I need to go to the hospital.

No, Tilly. No!

You need to stay away now!

Matilda.

What's wrong?

I'm afraid there's bad news.

Nicholas's great-aunt Meredith

passed away this evening.

She passed away?

Oh, my God.

It was almost certainly a stroke.

It's no wonder.

She'd been so ill,

I'd been trying to keep her calm,

but then you came storming in,

shouting at her.

Carl, please.

No, I'm sorry,

it's the rudest behaviour

I've seen in my life.

Oh, for God's sake,

the woman was disposed

toward strokes.

Matilda had nothing to do with that.

How can you say that?

Please can we

just drop this line of conversation?

Could I pour you a drink?

No.

I'm going to go to my room.

Tilly...

Hal, just get away from me.

Nick, it's getting late. Verity

and I probably ought to be home.

Once again, our condolences.

Look, under the terms of the will,

I will now be taking

over as trustee, so...

..we should have a talk soon, see

about freeing up some cash for you.

Just give me a call, all right?

All right.

Well, sad as this is,

there's the proverbial

silver lining, eh?

Kath?

'Hello, love. How are you?'

I can't talk.

'Oh, it's late, I know.

'It's just that business,

with your birth certificate,

'you said it was urgent.

My birth certificate?

'You wanted me to find it.

'Wasn't easy, but I've got it here,

'and you said it was urgent, so...'

What does it say?

'Well, Terry's scanned it, so I'm

sending it through now, all right?'

Kath, I'll call you.

Oh, my darling,

how did it ever come to this?

So much fuss...

..and so much damage

done as a result.

WOMAN:

What was I thinking of,

leaving her with Trudy?

Oh, God!

They still haven't found a thing.

I don't know what to do.

They told me to stay home,

but how can I just sit here,

when it's my fault?

Dad?

What's happened?

Love...

I'm just a little bit late.

I got some muck on my shirt.

So I'm giving it a wash

so I don't have to bother your mum.

So let's keep this our secret?

All right?