01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

It's too late. For you, I mean.

That my office? This
is Gruffudd's office. It

was, but Gruffudd retired.

You're not a good fit here.

How many customs do you
people have here?

It's an interesting history and one
we like to lean into for the tourists.

A child has gone missing.

Asking about Cai Prideaux.
She's pissing people off.

Gruffudd
believed Cai just

jumped on the last
ferry to the mainland.

I don't think
that's where he is.



We come into contact
with people with

complex mental health
issues all the time

out there. At work, you think

the chaos will
be different? So it

blind sided me.

Well.

Well, work was a
very toxic environment

for you at that time.
Wasn't a safe space for you.

No, no, absolutely.
I was only in

the room where
Matt k*lled himself

because Fredericks
and Cooper had just

turned up.

Yes, but the reason you were

hiding is because
you'd reported them.

I wouldn't say I was hiding.

That complaint you made.
How do you feel about that now?

The same. Sad it had to happen.

You didn't say shame.

Your colleagues took
a predator off the streets.

Made the world, well... safer.

And what do you do?

You report them. And
you had no shame?

I find that pretty disgusting.

Wait a minute,
you can't say that.

I'm off duty. This session
finished two minutes ago.

Ann. Hi.

Grace Narayan.
We spoke on the phone.

You look shot love.

Yeah, had a bit of a long night.

I found the body, secured the scene
and then called you guys.

It's Cai Prideaux. 13 years
old, missing exactly a year.

Had actually
just reopened the case.

They're a bit stuck in their
ways, so it's great you're here.

First thing I need from you is
somewhere to set up shop.

Uhh, Yes. Police station. So you go
down... actually, I'll show you. Some of

the streets don't have names there and
the ones that do are mostly consonant.

Grace, was it?

Take a breath,
love. You're garbling.

The next thing I need is hotels
and B and B's. There's eight of us.

- Yeah.
- And last off, we don't

know this is Cai Prideaux,
because unless I'm

very much mistaken,
the body hasn't been

identified yet.

Yeah, no, I know. I just

mean it's probably him.

Ah, right. Well, if it's
probably him, I'll just tell the

pathologist to sit
this one out. Shall I?

Well, I'm not a
bloody sniffer dog.

I need you to take
me to the body, don't I.

Okay, so the way
I see it. He creeps

inside, door shuts behind
him, he gets trapped.

That's what
happened to Grace

last night. She had
to call me to let her

out. Tell her, Grace.

We're miles from a

house or road, so no
one would hear him.

Poor lad dies of
hypothermia.

- Yes.
- Yep.

Why has he got no clothes on?

It's actually really common
with hypothermia. The

victim becomes disorientated
and gets undressed.

Okay, so my question
is, if it is this Cai

lad, why wasn't he
found a year ago?

Uhh.. yeah, that's on me.
Me and Gruffudd split the

island and I searched
this side from

Pinion Bay to the
church, but...

but truth be told. Okay,
I didn't... I didn't really

search this area.
It was cordoned off and

dangerous. It just
didn't occur to me to

look in here.

So how many days after he
went missing was the search?

I had to wait for the
weather, so five, maybe six.

You don't think he was
still alive, do you?

No. He wouldn't have
survived the first night.

Okay.

Where are his clothes?

They're not in the shelter. So
where did he get undressed?

He had a backpack,
too. Where's that?

Probably started to
freeze in the woods,

got undressed there,
dumped his backpack

and staggered his
way here.

What do I know?
Only been doing this 25 years.

Owen, go and get some
kip, then come back

here and help me
coordinate. Grace, find

out who owns that
stretch of land, then

put out an appeal
for anyone that's been

to the shelter in the
last twelve months.

I know it seems
pretty inaccessible, but

you never know. Some
kid might have been

there with a split,
found a body, but

didn't want to come
forward. So just say

it's all in confidence,
blah, blah, blah.

Okay. I thought I'd
be more useful if I'm....

How are you getting
on with those hotels?

Am I doing that?

Oh, Jesus H.

Yes. If it's not
too much trouble.

Is that our office?

Well...

I'm the senior officer
here, not Owen.

Owen knows the
island, you don't.

But it's a question of optics.

I'm still trying to

get established here.
Once this is over,

you go back to the
mainland. I don't.

What the islanders
will have seen is me

just shoved to the
periphery of the investigation.

Look, long term, this
will affect my ability to

police and protect them.

Optics haven't exactly done
you any harm so far, Grace.

We make the best
of what we've got. Not

all of us have your charm, Ann.

Listen, we'll have to get the
body to the mainland

and identified, get
the 50 actions started

and all before this.
Owen!

What'd you call that
weather thing again?

The widow's veil.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, it hits the

island every year.
Cuts us off from the

mainland for a bit. Phone lines,

Internet, a lot.
It's on a world's

freakiest weather on YouTube.

Thanks love. Now piss off
and get some sleep.

Listen, I am not
going to stay here a

moment longer than
I have to. So sorry,

not sorry that there's
no time to worry

about your feelings.

Fine. Go back through
the statements, re-interview

the witnesses. That
integral enough for you?

There's something else you
should consider.

The True Way.

What's that? Oh,
what the sh*t is this?

It's a pagan faith
someone tried to

introduce here a
hundred years ago. And

the word is it never
took root. But what

if it did? What if
it's still active?

But what's that got to
do with the dead lad?

Well, the islanders
held a parade around

the time Cai disappeared
and none of them

were interviewed.

What?

Oh God.

Is it Cai?

You found a body, yeah?
Is it Cai?

We're going to issue a
statement in due course.

What are you talking about?
You found a body, haven't you?

What the hell are
they all doing here?

I'm sorry, but we cannot
discuss the details of an active

- investigations.
- No, don't do this, Grace.

Please don't do this, Grace.

Hi, you must be Cai's dad. I'm Ann.
I'm leading the major incident team.

You're right. We're here because
Grace has found a body. And yeah...

there is a chance it
could be Cai, but we

can't be certain
because it hasn't been

identified yet.
And that is not me

bullshitting you.
We genuinely don't know.

But here's what's gonna happen.

As soon as I know
something, I'm gonna

call you. We've got
your number, right?

If you don't hear
anything from me, it's

cause I don't know anything.

Is there anyone you
can be with today?

No, don't worry
about that. I'm fine.

Okay.

Look, I'm so sorry. And
whatever the outcome,

I know this year must
have been awful for

you. But like I said,
as soon as I hear

anything, I will call you.

Jesus Christ.

It's his son.

I mean! Drop the protocol
and throw the guy

a fricking bone, will you?

Just get some sleep. Because
you are no use to me like this.

Don't forget the widow's vail.

Don't forget the widow's vail.

Expected to arrive any day now.

Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Hey!

Hey!

Hang on.
We've met. In the pub.

Actually, give me a sec.

That hill.

Mihangel, right?

Just taking a walk or do you
work around here?

Working on a farm today.
Half mile that way.

- We taking a walk now?
- Yeah....

I was just following the
route of the liberation parade.

Looks like it got pretty wild.

Did you see it?

How does it work? Do you
have to be in The True Way or...

can anyone join?

The True Way?

That's just hocus
pocus for the tourists.

Right.
Right.

I've got to ask. Why
did you take off like that?

Can't be chatting. The
fella I'm working for...

he's a beast.

Totally understand. No
further questions, my lud.

Instead,
let's do this properly,

in the next day or so.
We've reopened the

Cai Prideaux case. You'd
be amazed how many

crimes get solved
because someone saw

something while
they're out walking.

So, I'll be in touch.

Cheers.

♪ Singing in Welsh ♪

- Gruffudd?
- Yeah.

Ann.
I'm leading the MIT.

Do you fancy quick powwow?

Yeah.

Ah..... don't be too hard
on Owen, you know,

he's a good lad.
Our thinking was that

kids go to the
mainland all the time.

Sit down. And Owen
must have looked at that

shelter and thought,
well, you know,

- Cai's not that daft.
- Ah, we all make

mistakes, said the Dalek
climbing off the dustbin.

Oh, this is my wife... Minh.

Alright love?

You'll have to speak up. She's
from Vietnam.

Do you, uh. Do you
like it here? Do you?

It's not like the picture.

Ugh. We met online and my profile
picture was me on holiday in Crete.

Yeah, we've been through this.

I never said it was here.

Hmm. You never said it was you


So I, umm, I just
wanted to pick your

brains, really. I
mean, Owen is a,

sweetheart. But I
said to myself, Ann,

if you want to know
the whys and the

wherefores, you gotta
speak to the gaffer.

- So here I am.
- I don't know about that.

Hang on a minute,
mister. What's that all

about? Thought you
had to hand those back.

Oh, what can I say?
Bit of a memento.

Well, it's the
least you deserve.

So, what you thinking
about Cai, then?

Locked himself in
the shelter. Dies of

hypothermia. Nothing flashy.

Met my replacement then?

I have indeed.

Look it's nothing to do
with her being Indian.

I mean, how could
it be? You've seen the

wife. No, it's her..... attitude.

She's ambitious.
Nothing wrong with that.

But, ummm, you know,
someone like her.

She wouldn't choose to
come somewhere like this.

No, she'd have to be sent.

It's a punishment
posting. I knew it.

Oh yes, she said she had
dog sh*t through her letter box.

What did she do?

How can we get satellite

pictures of the area
around the shelter on

the nights after
Cai went missing?

- What sort of satellite pictures?
- I don't know. This is what I'm asking.

Could you check

with air support on
the mainland to see if

they had the
helicopter up between

September first
and third last year?

I need Ann's sign off for that.

You're absolutely right.
We have to be mindful of

hierarchies.
Hold on - I'm a senior

officer, so we don't
have to ask her.

Pheew! - well done for
checking, though.

Grace.
Psst.

Did you really just say psst?

I'm really sorry
about the search.

I feel awful about it.
Honest, I do.

Forget it. You were
just following orders.

That sounds wrong.
Lack of orders. I'm not

making any sense.
It's fine. Listen, did

Cai ever get in
trouble with the police?

Not like other kids.
There was a time

someone called us out
because they thought

someone was in their
garden. It was Cai,

but it was just a
misunderstanding.

Gruffudd had a word? And that was it.

Who made the call?

Uhhh... Lucy Popkin.

I know that name.

She was Cai's babysitter.

Yes, she was interviewed
after Cai went missing.

Did Cai say why he
was in her garden?

Like I said, it was Gruffudd
who had a word. Not me.

Do you fancy a brew then?

Mmm.

No, I have no idea.

But Cai disappeared
around the time of last year's

liberation parade.
So I followed the route

they take up that
hill and...

there's a massive hole there.

Yeah, that area is

usually cordoned
off. I think they tried

to build a mine in
the olden days, but

there's sod all down there
and it never got filled in.

If there
was a big festival

around the time someone
went missing, you

would check for a
link. You would take

statements from the
people there, right?

Not you. One. One
would. Us. Would.

Should.

When was the
last time you slept?



Oh, bloody hell. Grace,
go home.

Did you just say something?

Did he ever thank you?

That r*pist whose
civil liberties got you

so hot and bothered.

He must have sent a note.

Or a book token, perhaps.

I mean, it's....
it's just manners.

He didn't.
No.

The last I heard,
they were still

feeding him through
a tube.

Oh, dear. How
sad. Never mind.

What about
the girl, though?

Must have been such a

comfort for her,
knowing her attacker had

you looking out for him.

Girls, plural.

There were two that
we know of. The first

one never went to trial?

I think you're a
bit tapped, love.

I think you've
got a screw loose.

There's not a copper in here who
wouldn't do the same as those boys.

Then I'd report you too.

That's how principles work.

Not going to say
hello, then? Rude.

That's better.
How's it going? Still

winning over hearts
and minds?

Or playing the long
game, apparently.

Sit down.
Take the weight off.

You found Cai, then?

Yeah.
Yeah, we think so.

Tell me about The True
Way. Are they still a thing?

Not a clue.

I thought you were

plugged into the
island. I am the island.

The island is me,
you said.

Yeah, the island, not the
people. The people are

predominantly twats.

What goes on at
the liberation parade?

Oh, God.
Don't go near that.

Why does no one talk
about it?

Okay, fine.

Basically, once a year
old mums and dads

get dressed up, put
masks on, climb to the

top of a hill and
have a massive shag.

What? Uh....

Did you go?

You think I'm letting
some 50 year old dad

bod get his paws
on this real estate?

I did ask Owen why we didn't
police it. He said it'd be awkward.

Yeah, seeing your

mate from the pub
hanging out of the back of

your auntie is sh*t
you can't unsee.

What about that.... that big hole
in the ground? Is that part of it?

f*ck knows. I reckon

the men dance around
it waving their willy's.

Same as a book club on the
mainland, innit?

Uh, no.

I get it, though.
Everyone's been on their

best behaviour for
the tourists, so let

them get on with it, I say.

Doesn't bother
the rest of us.

Word of advice.

Get better at
hiding your distaste.

It's just what happens
here, all right?

It's not like anyone
asked you to join in.

I know you didn't choose
to come here, but we

didn't choose you either.

It's too late.

For you, I mean.

Oh, Grace.
Uhh....

I wanted to apologize
again. I mean, how

did someone get a
dead chicken up there

without anyone
noticing?

And then Winter

to laugh like that? What
must you think of us?

I made this
just for you. It's a

traditional welsh
breakfast, so you've got

lava bread and
breakfast cakes.

Lava bread?

- Is that a.... jam?
- No, seaweed.

Of course it is.
Thank you, Lowri. As I

said, I don't actually
eat breakfast.

- Oh, God, I forgot.
- It's fine. I'll have it for my lunch.

Well, I am gonna clean that room

myself. Every inch.
I'm gonna scrub it so

it's ready for you whenever
you want to come back?

We'll see.

How did you get on
with the satellite pictures?

No. Turns out the force helicopter wasn't
up because of that mad weather thing.

Listen, last night,

whoever did that
was bang out of order.

Has it ever happened
before?

What? No, of
course not.

Yeah, yeah, we guessed, that was the
first time there was a c*ck in your bed.

Okay, well, check
with the coast guard.

If conditions were
bad, perhaps they had

planes or drones up
looking for for ships,

answering distress
calls.

Today's a bit
full on as it goes.

I won't keep you then.

Is that coffee?
Bring us one in, will

you, Grace, love?

Positive ID on the
body. Cai Prideaux. They

called first thing. I'm
gonna head over to

his dad's now.

I'll go. I should go.

Fine. Just don't be
a twat about it.

I've delivered news
like this before.

Well, I'd never a guessed
from yesterday.

Oh, and there's a town
meeting tonight, so I want

you to do that appeal about
getting more information.

What about the
chicken in my bed?

What about it?
I'm here for Cai.

Aren't you supposed to
be getting me some coffee?

Well, what if it's
connected to Cai?

Oh, what, you're,
uh... what is it?

True believers or
whatever they're called.

I've been asking
round and I think I'm

getting close to
something and I think

this was a warning.

Grace, I hate to break

it to you, but if
it's people you've

pissed off, the list
of suspects is going

to be longer than
Mister Tickle's arm.

Yeah, and half of
it will be your team.

Why did you tell them?

I just think people should
know who they're working with.

Well, I certainly do.

It was Cai that got
me started babysitting.

He was eight. It was just
for pocket money back then.

I have my

regulars now and I
run a little parent and

toddlers group
at the village hall.

All because of Cai.

When did you stop
babysitting Cai?

When he was eleven.

I bet you stayed friends
with him and with his dad.

Well, yeah. Small
island. Got to stay pals

with everyone.

And when he went missing,

we were frantic. We all
helped with the search.

I get a sense the search
was a bit half hearted.

No, Owen was great.

Went from door to
door getting us all out.

Tell me about when you
found Cai in your garden.

That was nothing.

- But you went to the police.
- Because. I didn't know it was

Cai. And then they
came and I saw who it

was, and Gruffudd
had a word with him and

then it was all settled.

Did you ever find out
what Cai was doing?

No. Obviously.

Why obviously?

Because the next
day he disappeared.

Why is none of this
in your statement?

Cai had a bit of a
crush on me and didn't

want to make a big
thing about it because

then it becomes, you
know, it's how people

will remember him.

But Gruffudd took your

statement, and he
doesn't mention it either.

Okay.

Well, thanks for
your time. I'll be in

touch if I need anything else.

And listen.... it's
happened again.

Someone in the garden

at night. This time
about a month ago.

Couldn't you show me where?

See that gate at the back?

I was stood here.

I looked out and the
gate was open. And I

could see the shape
of someone, sort of

crouched by the shed.

- Who's that?
- Silas.

My boyfriend. Ignore him.

It couldn't have been him?

He was
on the sofa watching

taskmaster. I called
him and we ran out,

but whoever it was
had gone.

What's he doing?

He wants to build
a b*mb shelter.

I wish that was the weirdest
thing anyone had said to me today.

Did you report it to the police?

I will now, though,

if it happens again.

Now you're here.

Oh, random question.
You didn't go on the

liberation parade, did you?

You know what
goes on up there?

Eew.

So you're not a

member of The True Way?

That's just a tourist thing.

The greatest trick

the devil ever pulled
was convincing the

world he was
just a tourist thing.

It really is a massive
cabbage, so congratulations.

Now, we're hoping that

the widow's veil
won't be too ferocious

this year. But as
ever, we'll be here in

the hall and we'll
have hot meals and

blankets and a
crèche. And of course,

we'll have a 'Lowri,'
as I like to call it.

Her pop up pub.

So if you need us
and it's safe to do so,

or if you just want
some company, then

we'd love to see you.

Right. Now, I'm going to hand
over to Sergeant Grace Narayan.

Hi. I haven't been
here very long, and

this is obviously not
the way I would have

liked to introduce
myself to you all.

As many of you will
know, a body was found in

the old lookout
shelter on the cliff path.

That body has now been
confirmed as Cai Prideaux.

I'm sure
you'll all join me in

extending our deepest
sympathies to his

father, Ian.

The exact cause of death

hasn't been determined
yet, so we would

ask anyone with any
information to please

speak to us. Everything
will be treated in

the strictest
confidence, of course.

Thank you.

Thank you, sergeant. Now,
we normally end with any

other business, but
I don't think we have

time for that today.

Go on, Dylan.

I got a question for
Lady Nancarrow. Reckon

you got a pretty good
idea what it's about.

It's always
nice to hear from you,

Dylan. Please, go
ahead.

A lot of us are

on the bones of our
asses now

and five months income
a year is not enough.

We should be allowed to
have tourists here all the time.

Your grandfather
had it all sown up.

Did Gruffudd come out this way?

Haven't seen him.
By the way, no joy with

the Coast Guard.

So try the Met office.

The Met office?

This is getting daft now.

What's daft is
we keep having this

conversation. Obtaining
an aerial view of

the scene is one of
the 50 actions of a

major incident.
It shouldn't be like

asking you for a f*cking kidney.

I was talking to Lucy
Popkin. She was

telling me about the
search for Cai last year.

She said Owen was great.
He got everyone organised.

But I'm confused

because Owen said
he searched the side of

the island where
the shelter is. But I

looked on a map
and that's the opposite

side to where Lucy
lives, which makes me

think you searched
that side or didn't

search it. And if
that's the case, you're

either lazy to the
point of incompetence

or you mismanage
the search for Cai

deliberately.

There's something
very..... temporary about

you, my love.

You're a tourist.

I don't just mean on the
island. I mean in this job.

You're in a man's world.

Ann gets it.

- We'll have you for our tea.
- All right.

But before you do,
answer me this.

What does Owen know?
Because right now it looks

like you colluded
to undermine the

investigation together.

Is that it? Or is
he just protecting you?

You leave Owen out of this?

Oh, I want to leave Owen out

of this. But first I
need to know if you did.

Owen does as
he's told, that's all.

My decisions were mine.

St. Jory's police station.
Owen speaking.

Ann. It's the pathologist.

Those satellite pictures
just arrived from the

Met office. I
forwarded them to you.

Right. Thank you. Did you
have a chance to look at them?

It was
you that wanted them.

No, no, that's
right. I had to go on

the handle myself.
It only goes from

the outside.

Absolutely. It was a
b*mb waiting to happen.

Uh huh.

Right.

Okay.

Accidental. Should
have taken that bet.

Sorry, say that again.

It is this stupid phone.

Come on.

All right, yeah, understood.

All right, thanks Andy.

Yeah, I will do.
you too. Bye.

What'd I tell you? If it

walks like a duck
and talks like a duck,

chances are it's a b*stard duck.

What did he say?

Hypothermia.

Cai must have got

lost in the woods,
started to get cold,

disorientated, got
himself undressed, and

then crawled into
the shelter. And that

was that. Poor lad.

God, your face.

You really
thought something

fishy was going on,
didn't you?

Well, we still don't know who
put that chicken in my bed.

Yeah, and
when you find out,

you'll be massively
disappointed. Trust

me. Nine times
out of ten, death is

mundane and
crime is really banal.

Seriously, they should
have that in Latin.

Under our insignia.

Anyway, I thought

you'd be glad to see
the back of us.

Oh, sh*t, that reminds me. Owen,

will you check the
weather report for us?

When does your mad
storm land?

Can I read the
pathologist report?

What? In case he's

- missed something?
- I'd just like to read it.

Fill your boots.

It says this afternoon.

Christ. Do you hear that,
everyone? Chop chop.

It says there were traces of
Rowan berry seeds in Cai's teeth.

Yeah, probably grown in the

woods somewhere.
People eat all sorts in

that state.

Stones, leaves.
Do you mind...

If I?
You've been cc'd.

I should tell Ian.

Good idea. Let's go
there now.

You know, it was Gruffudd who

screwed up the search
of the shelter, not Owen.

Was it? Silly
old sod.

I should have his
pension for that.

Right. Okay.

Last piece of
advice before I go.

Your obsession with
the letter of the law is

all good and well,
but upholding the law

and protecting people
are not always the same.

You know
what I'm talking about.

You're wrong, Ann.
Trying to get two

corrupt officers
off the street was

protecting people.

There has to be a line

in the sand, otherwise
it is just chaos.

Jesus Christ.
Your last boss must

have been permanently
knackered. I've only

been with you for
two days and I feel like

I need a bloody spa break.

What's that?

My number.

It might come in useful one day.

Someone who's
been there, done that.

And...

I mean this.

I think there's a great cop in

there somewhere.

Thanks.

And listen, I think
that about you too.

I really do.

How is Ian?

Yeah, Not great.

Doesn't have any
family here, does he?

Let's one of us

pop by once a week,
have a cup of tea.

Check he is okay.

You, uh, speak
to Gruffudd, then?

You're a good friend
to him, Owen. Better

than he deserves.

Hmm. I'll do the same
for you.

Uhh..... thank you.

Right, you were saying?

Well, I'd just

arrived and I asked
you what crime was

like here. Then I
met Ian. He told me

about Cai and it all
kicked off. So you

were saying?

Oh, right, yeah.

Well, sometimes a
pig or a cow might go

missing from one of the farms.
Right, I'm gonna stop you there.

Why?
What?

No reason. I'm just
gonna stop you there.

Right, who's gonna tell her?

Fine. I'll choose.

- Which one are you?
- Alun?

We discussed this.
What's your name today?

Twat number one.

Which makes you?

Twat number two.

That's better.

Twat number one.

You've got the floor.

It was us that put
the chicken in your bed.

- And why was that, Twat number two?
- Because you ruined our party.

Because we're pathetic
little man babies.

What do you want
to do with them?

I'm sure Lowri could do with
some help cleaning the pub

for a week.

Each.

She's right boys.

Those toilets where
angels fear to tread.

Perhaps you'd like to
escort them there, Owen.

I'd hate for them
to get lost along the way.

Lads.

She hit me. She can't do that.

Oh, did she?

Must have missed that.

How did you know?

The Island told me.

Naturally.

So we meet soon?

Oh, I can have my office back.

- Word is Cai had an accident.
- Yep.

Nothing to do with The
True Way?

Turns out that's just a tourist thing.

Wish someone had told me.

Be honest.

What were you imagining?

We'd arrested a
suspected r*pist. This is

back on the mainland.

He went to trial,

but he was acquitted
on a technicality.

And that night, two
of my colleagues

attacked him, put
him in a coma. So I

reported them. When
someone does that,

the police close
ranks. I was ostracized.

I lost everything.
And on the last day,

literally the day I
emptied out my locker,

another cop k*lled
himself in front of me.

Jesus.

Just before
he did, he talked about

a plan. He said someone
had threatened his family.

And the last
thing he said was.

It's too late. For you, I mean,

I was cleared of any wrongdoing,

but I still had to be
punished for making a

complaint against
my colleagues.

Ah, welcome to St Jory.

Anyway, I was

convinced that
this cop's death was

connected to what had
just happened to me.

Why else would he say that?

The thing... about
conspiracy theories is...

Yeah, they're
comforting.

They imply, structure, a plan. That
someone's in control.

It's chaos.

That's all.

Someone tries to
install a new secretive

religion here. A
hundred years later, a

young boy disappears
on the night of one

of their festivals.

My career implodes,

someone kills himself.

There is...

no connection.

I think this is what Ann
was telling me. It's mundane.

It's just....

human.

They ever find out why
the cop k*lled himself?

He had bipolar disorder.

It got missed
somehow. We didn't

find out till afterwards.

Everyone hates
me, don't they?

Ah, they'll come around.

You're meant to say
no, they don't.

What's up?

I asked someone from
the MIT to get me an

aerial shot of the
shelter during last

year's widow's veil
when Cai was trapped

in there.

Our symbol. That's
The True Way.

Wait, what's that?

I think that's a car.

Look how close it is
to the shelter.

Even during the storm,

even in the car,

they'd have known Cai was
in there.

They were
listening to him die.

Hi, Grace.

Ann, you have to come back.

I found something.

You're gonna have to
speak up. I can't hear you.

I've just seen

a satellite picture
of the shelter on the

night Cai died, and there's
a massive True Way symbol.

Someone drew it
on the top of a cliff.

And a car. A f*cking car. Someone
was there listening to him die.

It's The True Way. I knew it. I

knew they were
involved.

Ann, did you hear me?

Ehhh, sorry..

I didn't get any of that.

Was that Grace?

Yeah.

Just wanted to

say goodbye, bless her.