Things are going to change.
His medical needs will change. He's going to need palliative care.
You know, you could show a bit more interest once in a while, Cad.
Seriously, Elin?
Argh!
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- Oh! Where's dad? - In bed.
Wanted to have an early night.
I thought you'd be in work.
I still am at work.
You could have called, you know, if you were free.
I wasn't trying to avoid you, Elin.
- Really? - Yes, really.
So, what do you want to talk about?
I want to talk about Dad.
What else is there to talk about?
OK. Well, you saw how Beth was.
I've tried to talk to her, but she doesn't want to listen.
- She needs more time. - Dad doesn't have more time.
- Jesus, Els. - Well, I'm sorry, Cad, but it's true.
He's going to deteriorate fast, and we need to be prepared.
Dad needs a proper care plan
and then maybe we can at least focus on...
Dying?
On each other.
You've got to talk to him, Cad.
And what makes you think he'll listen to me?
Cos you're his favourite.
That's not true.
Of course it is.
You were always his golden girl, Cad.
And even after all that praise he gave you...
... what did you do? You dropped out of uni and joined the bloody Army.
Oh, here we go again.
It wasn't personal, you know.
You mean, it wasn't personal to you.
I need a cigarette.
- I thought you were giving up. - Yeah, I am.
- I'm trying. - Yeah, well, try a bit harder, then.
Yeah, I will do.
I can see Dad's been busy.
Oh, yeah.
Listen, Els, I...
I'm getting a divorce.
What?
It's OK. We're not, um...
Well, we're not fighting.
We're not even talking that much, either.
That's the problem, I suppose...
We just...
...fell apart.
- I'm sorry. - We've decided not to tell Dad.
He doesn't need to know.
He liked Rhyds.
So did I.
That's why I married him.
I do want to help, you know?
With Dad.
I just...
I don't know where to start sometimes.
Well, just start by talking to him.
Please.
Hiya!
Dad?
DI John.
What have we got?
Attempted abduction of Lowri Driscoll, 23.
What, are we thinking this is related to the Mali Pryce case?
Possibly. Lowri Driscoll is young, she has dark hair,
she has resemblance to the Pryce girl.
Similar age, similar build.
- Assailant? - Male, tall, and that's all we know.
Where's the girl now?
She's in hospital. One of the FOs is with her now.
DS Vaughan.
I went to see my mother...
...drove to the farm after work.
I left work around six...
30. I got to my mother's around seven, I think.
My mother,
she wanted me to stay for food, but I wasn't hungry.
I just wanted to go home.
I think I left around nine.
I waited a bit because my mum said
that my dad would be home around eight.
But he wasn't.
So I just...left.
And what happened next?
When I left, it was raining.
I drove up the lane, to the gate at the top.
I go out the car, to open it, and then...
...when I...
...when I went to close it again, he just...
...he just came out of nowhere.
Did you see his face?
I know this is tough, Lowri...
...but can you think of anyone, anyone at all,
that would want to hurt you?
Lowri?
My ex.
Marc.
Marc Lewis.
We went out with each other for a couple of months.
It was intense. He was intense.
Obsessive.
And you broke up with him?
He went nuts.
He's been hounding me,
calling me all the time.
At home, work...
...sending abusive texts, leaving nasty messages.
Just making threats.
Last night, he smashed my car.
- Did you report it? - Yeah.
When was the last time you spoke to Marc? Saw him?
Earlier this evening...
...at the end of my shift.
He just turned up...
...started screaming and shouting.
That's why I went to see my mum.
I was upset.
I needed someone to talk to.
Do you think Marc might have had anything to do with
what happened to you tonight?
I don't know.
OK.
Shit.
What?
I know him. He's an estate agent.
He showed me and Sam some house in Beaumaris the weekend before last.
Are you house-hunting? You kept that quiet.
Well, yeah.
And what is it like, this house?
It was all right. Wasn't worth the money they were asking.
Sam liked it.
OK.
Let's get on with it, then.
What's this about? It's 7:30 in the morning.
- I've got work at nine. - Oh, sorry to keep you waiting, Mr Lewis.
Well?
We appreciate you coming in to talk to us.
Hm...
My name is DI Cadi John and this is my colleague, DS Owen Vaughan.
Could you tell us where you were last night,
Wednesday the 18th of October, between the hours of 9 and 10pm?
- Why? - Because at 9:20pm yesterday evening,
Lowri Driscoll was assaulted
on the road outside Nantlle. She was leaving her parents' farm.
What's that got to do with me?
We understand that you and Lowri had been in a relationship together,
which Lowri ended recently.
So what? We spent a few weekends together,
went out a couple of times.
- Nothing much, big deal. - So is that why you kept pestering her
- after she dumped you? - Is that what she told you?
She said that you wouldn't leave her alone.
Kept calling her.
Bombarding her with abusive texts.
Bombarding?!
OK, so I sent some stupid texts.
I was pissed off, that's all.
Because she didn't want you in her life any more?
Because she wouldn't tell me why.
And is that why you started following her, Mr Lewis?
Calling her at work, at home, all hours of the day?
- No. - Threatening her?
- No! - Smashing up her car?
That wasn't me!
Christ, how many times do I have to tell you lot?
When was the last time you saw Lowri, Mr Lewis?
- Yesterday afternoon. - What time?
- About half five. - And what did you speak about?
She sent some of your lot to the office where I worked.
I just wanted to let her know... enough was enough.
Enough was enough.
And, um...
After you had spoken to Lowri,
after you'd told her that enough was enough,
what did you do then?
- Went home. - Did you see anyone?
Speak to anyone? Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts?
No.
This is becoming ridiculous.
You drag me out of bed at half six in the morning, bring me here,
ask me all these idiotic questions!
What happened to Lowri last night had nothing to do with me.
I wasn't there. What more can I say?
Now, charge me with a crime, or let me go.
Because I know my rights and I'm done playing this game.
Well, unfortunately for you, Mr Lewis, this isn't a game.
And we have the right to keep you for questioning,
for...
...what is it again? 24 hours
before we have to decide whether to charge you or not,
so if I were you, I would make myself comfortable
because you're going to be here for a good while yet.
This is bullshit!
How many times do I have to tell you I had fuck all to do with it?
- I never touched the bitch! - My heart bleeds for you, Mr Lewis.
Fuck off!
Get off me! Get your hands off me!
I want to see me solicitor. Get my fucking solicitor!
You OK?
Yeah, that woke me up a bit.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
- What the fuck do you want? - Calm yourself down.
You saw what that crazy bitch did.
- She attacked me. - None of this is helping, Mr Lewis.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Calm down.
Look, this is nuts.
I don't belong here. I haven't done anything wrong.
Well, I'm sure we'll get this sorted in no time, Mr Lewis.
Wait, wait, stop.
Listen.
When I was with Lowri yesterday,
as I was driving off, as I was leaving,
- I saw this bloke. - OK?
He was sat in some shitty pick-up truck and, I don't know,
it was like he was watching us.
I didn't think much of it at the time.
But there was something not quite right about him.
I don't suppose you remember what this man looked like?
Can you describe the truck?
Old, rusted. Red, I think.
So, what do you say?
I mean, I have helped you out here, right?
Maybe you could put in a good word for me.
Have a lie down, Mr Lewis.
Make yourself comfortable.
You think I don't remember you?!
I know who you are! Saw the way you were with your missus.
You've got a bitch at home telling you what to do
and a bitch at work bossing you about.
You want to grow some balls, man!
Desk, chair...
...bed...
...lamp...
...mirror, window.
Desk, chair...
...bed...
...lamp...
...mirror...
...window.
Desk.
Chair.
Bed.
Lamp.
Mirror.
Window.
Desk.
Chair.
Get up.
Get out.
Get on with your life.
You can't sit in here all day.
Dylan?
Dylan!
Bloody hell!
Sorry, sorry, sorry...
The boss wants to see us.
Are you coming?
I've got a senior meeting in ten minutes.
So, where are we with Mali Pryce and Lowri Driscoll?
Do we think the cases are linked in some way?
We haven't been able to establish a connection yet.
But less than 48 hours after the body of Mali Pryce is found,
we have another young woman bearing a striking resemblance
to the Pryce girl being attacked in what presents
as an attempted abduction... it just cannot be a coincidence.
So, a man is doing what - looking for a replacement?
Where are we with Marc Lewis?
He claims to have been home alone all night.
Yeah, we are holding him for 24 hours, while we check his story.
Has he given us anything?
He and Lowri had some big fight yesterday afternoon.
When he was leaving, he claims to have seen someone.
Some guy in a red pick-up truck.
Marc got the impression this man wasn't there by chance,
that he'd been watching them for a while.
Could be something, might be nothing.
But, when we spoke to Lowri,
she said the man who attacked her was driving
what she thought was dark-coloured pick-up truck.
Any progress in finding this truck?
We're checking Lowri's movements over the last 48 hours
to see if anyone was following her.
Traffic cams might throw something up.
OK.
Let's meet at the end of the day for a quick recap
before we brief the rest of the team.
So, what you want to do about Mark?
Do want to charge him for taking a swing at you?
Oh, absolutely, yeah.
Let's make life as unpleasant as we possibly can for Mr Lewis.
What?
Nothing.
Just the look on his face when you threw him up against the wall.
Serves him right taking on a woman half his size.
I mean, you know, obviously,
I was primed and ready to pounce if things got out of hand.
Yeah, course you were.
And at least one good thing came out of all of this.
- Yeah? What's that? - I don't have to buy that house now.
- Meg? Megan? - Oh!
You OK? God, you look stoned.
- Yeah, fine. - Want to get some coffee?
OK.
- Did you have another late one? - Nah, couldn't face it.
My liver was begging for a night off!
So what did you do?
Went to the launderette, watched some telly, did some shopping.
Thrilling stuff.
How about you? Did you do anything wild?
Anything shameful?
Went to the library, worked on my essay.
Do you speak to anyone else, besides me and the librarian?
- Mm, sometimes. - Yeah? Like who?
Hiya.
I spoke to my mother last night.
- How did that go? - Disaster.
Complaints, criticism.
I've stopped calling mine.
Think she's on the change or something.
Or she's just middle-aged and mental.
Who knows? Who cares?
Mine's the same.
I think that's the reason why my dad left...
to get away from her constant criticism.
So, what's this essay about?
Nature versus nurture, like, which is stronger?
- And? - Well, we're as much as product
of our genetics as the environment we're born into.
It's like the debate about innate ideas versus animal instinct.
Yeah! Yeah...
So, what about you? What have you got on today?
Not a lot.
OK.
Do you want to do something later?
Sure.
Come over if you like, I'll make us some food.
OK. Cool.
I'll bring the booze, we can get wrecked and bitch about our mothers.
Oh...
Sorry, that's all they had left.
Oh, a witness statement from last night.
Hm...
Mm...
A local man who came to Lowri Driscoll's aid
described her assailant, said he was tall... six foot plus.
Wearing combat trousers, baseball cap, dark jacket.
I also spoke to the estate agent where Marc Lewis works,
and apparently he left the office at three
to show a couple around a house in Abergwyngregyn.
He was back at the office by five.
Lowri told us her last home visit was at four and she left about 4:20,
and that's when she was confronted by Marc.
So, if Marc was back in the office by five,
he couldn't have known where Lowri went after he left her.
Which leaves us with our mystery man in the pick-up truck.
Are we sure about this?
About the connection between Mali Pryce
and the attack on Lowri Driscoll?
Honestly?
Don't know.
I hope not. I hope we're wrong.
But, worst-case scenario,
if that was our man who attacked Lowri last night, and he failed...
...it's only a matter of time until he tries it again.
Dylan Harris?
Take a seat on the bed, Mr Harris.
Right, let's have a look at the hand.
I'm sorry if this hurts.
Now, I'm just going to squeeze the tips of the fingers.
Let me know if this hurts.
Can you feel that?
You've got a nasty cut there.
How did it happen?
Oh...
An accident. At work.
And where's that?
Over at Carneddi, at the quarry.
And what happened?
I wasn't thinking.
That's all.
Well, maybe next time you'll pay a bit more care and attention.
Well, I don't think you've broken anything.
There's no lasting damage.
But you won't be back at the quarry for a while.
Right, let's get you stitched up.
2:30, Modern Europe. Tedious. No idea why I chose history!
- What time should I come tonight? - I don't know, about seven?
OK.
- No, no, no! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! - Fucking dickheads!
It's broken! Fuck! What am I going to do?!
- I haven't backed anything up. - It'll be OK.
No, no, you don't understand, it's ruined!
- It's all gone! - Meg, Jesus, please.
Come on. Please. Come on. It'll be OK.
- It'll be OK. - Don't touch me!
Jesus, Meg.
Oh!
Megan!
Megan! Where are you going?
Lowri arrived here just after four, her last stop of the day.
She stayed for 20 minutes, returned to the car,
where she was confronted by her ex.
They argue,
Marc leaves, gets in his car, he drives off.
And he sees a man. Parked in a red pick-up truck.
Watching them.
See, that makes me think he was following her
before she even got here.
- Let's speak to Lowri's client... Mr...? - Davis.
Davis. He might have seen something.
Ta-ra.
Lowri Driscoll stopped here at around 2:45 yesterday afternoon.
So, what do you reckon?
- Feeling lucky? - Don't know.
If the cameras are as bad as their coffee...
We wanted to take a look at your CCTV.
OK. Here's Lowri's car.
All right, stop a sec.
Rewind.
There, go from there.
OK, so there's Lowri.
Fills up her car, she goes to pay, now watch.
There. She says something to him.
Thanks him?
Yeah, but look at his reaction.
He's not leaving, he's not going.
He's waiting for her.
He's following her.
Hi, this is DI John, I need a PNC check on a vehicle registration,
please. Mike, Lima, five, one...
...Uniform, Golf, X-ray.
When was this?
The truck's registered to a William Parry.
- OK. - William Parry died in 1998.
Who the hell are you?
- Where am I? - You've been in an accident.
You shouldn't move. I said I'll take care of you, I promise.
We were hoping you'd have time for a few questions.
Is now a good time, Mr Harris?
Yeah. Sure.
How can I help?