Under Salt Marsh

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The storms will hit Western Europe.

We just don't know exactly when or where.

James said Cefin was at the farm that day.

If you don't co-operate, then we have

far less friendly ways of going about this.

They treat him very well, you know. These Bevan lot.

How generous are we talking?

What if I've been joining all the wrong dots?

Eric! Eric, there's someone in my fucking house.

Get off!

All this time, she's been buried under that landfill.

She was only small.

It might not be what you-Fuck!

We have no choice but to pursue both cases as one investigation.

Cefin was drowned somewhere other than the quarry.

Perhaps there's another waste site.

The hair found on Cefin's body, it's only a partial match for James.

Dylan Rees.

They found her.

I'm here to confess.

To confirm, you are waiving your right to legal representation?

-I am. -And you understand your rights as you've been read them?

Yes. Then please speak freely.

Well, erm...

Cefin's death made me consider a lo-lot of things, you know, er...

Three years ago, I was informed that er,

rubbish was being dumped on my land,

near the site of the old quarry.

So I went to have a look for myself.

There was a huge amount of waste there. Industrial waste,

you know, it was being back filled into the quarry. It was shocking.

And it was there that I found...

among the waste, Nessa.

Can you please describe what she was like when you found her?

She was very badly burned.

Chemical burns, I imagine, you know, from the waste.

So I... I...

lifted her out, and I put her on the grass and...

checked for signs of life, you know, a pulse, breathing.

She was dead.

And then what did you do?

I wrapped her in a tarpaulin and, er...

I put her back in the waste, and I filled it in.

Why did you do that?

Well, er.. The farm's my life, isn't it?

It's my children's life, my grandchildren's life.

If Cefin had lived, it would've been his life.

Seven generations of my family have lived there, farmed that land.

If we'd lost it, we'd lose more than the land, you know.

We'd lose our family, we lose everything.

I meant why did you wrap her in tarpaulin?

It felt right.

Could you just explain to me what felt "right"...

about wrapping a small child in tarpaulin

before burying her in toxic waste?

Who told you about the waste?

You said you were informed about the waste on that day.

So, who informed ya?

Solomon Bevan...

was anyone else involved in the discovery of Nessa Taman?

It was just me who found her.

My sister's coming today.

When did you last see her?

Not since it all happened.

Lydia and Dev should come here at 2:00.

Then they're having dinner at Ira's.

Thanks, Dad. I think they'll do Puja.

Are you going?

Yes.

Is everyone going?

You naughty thing.

Did you take this? Dad.

Did Lydia say if I could come?

No, she didn't.

You're sisters, Jacqueline.

It's not my place to interfere.

Boss.

I got Dylan's swab. Good. How was he?

How did he seem? Calm. Confused.

Nothing untoward.

Mrs Hill. Hi.

These are the exact ones I got Cefin, same size,

same colour. OK. Thank you.

Yeah, well, that's very helpful. Th-One sec.

I'll be right back, OK? When are allowed back on the farm?

We have work to do. We've had eggs thrown at the car.

Well, I'm sorry to hear about that. We're being blamed for Nessa.

-Where's Dad? Is he inside? -We wanna see him. -Well, you can't.

We're holding him for further questioning, OK?

Did you know Nessa was buried at the quarry?

-Jackie. -Did you know she was there all these years?

Did you?

Up on your fucking land. Did you know? Did you know that?

Will you come and get in the car for me please, Jackie?

Get in the car.

Is he in fucking custody?

-Can you please just. -get in the car for me now? -Is he?

Now. Please. Jackie.

I'll talk with you all later.

Lydia Taman, I'm arresting you under suspicion

of the murder of Nessa Taman. You don't have to say anything,

but what you do say may be taken in evidence-

-Bull, what are you doing? -Jackie-What the hell are you doing?

Jackie- You are not arresting my sister!

Jackie, why am I being arrested? They got this wrong.

-You are under direct orders to not. -be here right now. -Whose orders?

-Yeah, orders. -What, my orders? I am the officer in charge.

Sorry. This'll be alright. Listen, OK?

-You cannot do this. You've got no. -evidence. -What do you mean, evidence?

You told me you had concerns about the relationship between your sister

-and her daughter, Nessa. -I told you - that in fucking confidence. - Hey.

That was private. That was off the record, Bull.

-There is no such thing. -as off the record. -Fuck you.

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. Step back!

Fuck you! That's my fucking sister! What the fuck did you say to him?

That's my fucking sister! Jackie, what did you say to him?!

Fuck you, Bull, fuck you!

Jackie, what the fuck did you say to him?! What the fuck did you-

-Hi there. It's just myself. -and Jackie Ellis. -Alright, sir.

We'll be back before the tide changes.

I'm gonna go and drop something off, OK?

Stay in the car.

Hiya.

Irene, listen, could you, er, fast track this for me?

We think the hair could be Dylan Rees'.

Got this for ya and...

-here you go. -Thank you. -Ta.

Any more news from the, er, gloves found on the farm?

They didn't match any of the fibres found under Cefin's fingernails.

-OK. -Not the same rubber. -OK.

Nessa Taman.

OK.

The body was unnaturally preserved from the waste material,

mummified.

Could you tell if she'd been burned? Yeah. She was badly burned.

Severely.

Likely by toxicity in the waste.

Potentially life-threatening.

But that wasn't what killed her.

There were soil and plastic particles in her lungs.

And bruising in the tissues on the back of her neck.

She was suffocated.

Pressed down into the ground until she stopped breathing.

She was murdered.

And not in a dissimilar way to Cefin.

Cefin had bruising on the back of his neck from being held down,

and this suggests a similar handspan.

Likely she was buried soon after she was-

What's Ellis doing here? Oh, fucking hell.

What happened? I'm sorry, Jackie.

-What happened to her? -You know I can't talk to you about it,

but I'm really sorry. We'll talk in the car, OK?

Let's have a chat in the car. Come on.

Come on. Let's go in the car. Thanks, Irene. Thank you.

Hey, come on, you're not gonna look in that folder.

Trust me, you do not want to look in there.

Whatever you see in that folder, you can't take it back.

Then you tell me what's in it.

You're not on the case. I can't do that.

Well, I've had nightmares every night since Nessa went missing.

I need to know.

Let me look.

Why didn't we find her, Bull?

She was there this whole time.

All these years, buried under that rubbish.

She was killed.

Killed by someone we know, someone who lives here.

We don't know that yet. I know it.

I know it.

We have to find them, Bull.

We have to.

Are you done with the search? Can we go back?

No, no. Just got a few questions that I'd like to ask you first.

Could you please tell me about the state of your books.

Because your father says that the farm's in dire straits.

No, he didn't.

Is that cos he doesn't know?

It would break his heart, wouldn't it? Look, I get it.

It wasn't a bad idea that you had.

Siphon off some land, make a tidy sum.

Time would pass, grass would grow- If you want us to talk,

you'll have to arrest us, like you did Dad.

Your father's confessed. No,

-he hasn't. -Your father has confessed, willingly...

to the burial of Nessa Taman.

You're lying. And your boys,

they broke into Gareth Morgan's house

on Monday night, didn't ya, lads? Eh? They broke in,

they rifled through boxes, and he was harmed.

Do you hear me? Harmed. Now, it could be assault.

Having a criminal record young can affect your chances in life,

you know that, don't ya? Our boys didn't do anything.

What does the M stand for, Eddie?

Is it Mark?

Michael?

"E.M. Bevan" was written on the tongue

of your shoe which was found at the crime scene.

The boys wouldn't have meant harm.

Their cousin just died.