Hidden

I'm here to see Endaf Elwy.

The evidence was strong, at least that's what we thought.

Maybe we got it wrong.

The name William Parry doesn't mean anything to you?

I don't know! I don't know!

It wasn't me. I didn't touch her!

Someone else did and I got the blame!

You don't have to hurt yourself any more.

I'm here for you.

You can talk to me.

We'd like to speak to your father about an incident

that took place last night - an assault on a local man.

Well, if I see him, I'll tell him you were here.

You belong to my son now.

And as long as you make him happy, nothing will happen to you.

Megan Ruddock was reported missing last night.

You don't need me to point out my concern to you.

She hid it for a long time.

Megan's school alerted us to it.

We dealt with it.

We took her to see one of those child psychologists.

To me, it always seemed like self indulgence.

I thought it was something she would grow out of.

There was always something.

Some issue, some problem.

The whole world seemed so abrasive to her.

Everything was a struggle.

I did everything I could.

I just wanted her to be happy.

Have you been in contact with Megan's father, Miss Reed?

Of course I have.

He said he'd be on the first flight home.

He works away.

I don't think he's seen Megan for almost three years.

Has Megan ever said anything about meeting a man?

A man? No. What man?

What aren't you telling me?

We have reason to believe...

..that Megan may have been abducted.

I don't understand. What the hell is going on here?

We have another case.

Another case?

A young woman who went missing in 2011.

No.

No, you're wrong.

I don't believe it. Megan's just run away, that's all. I'm sorry.

But we are doing everything we can to find her.

The red pick-up truck that was driven by Lowri Driscoll's attacker

was the same vehicle that was seen in the Penrhos area of Bangor

on the night of Megan Ruddock's disappearance.

And the truck was bought in 2011

by a man going by the name of William Parry.

We believe the same man, going under a different name,

worked for Bryn Roberts. At Roberts' Reclamation.

Where Endaf Elwy was employed at the time of his arrest.

So there's a good chance that our man was interviewed in 2005.

We're going through the files, making a list of names.

The reclamation yard is here,

five miles from where Mali Pryce went missing in 2011,

ten miles from where Llinos Evans disappeared in 2007

and 15 miles from where the body of Anna Williams was found in 2005.

OK, we're not going to say anything to anyone at this stage.

Let's go back to Bryn Roberts.

Let's see if we can find out any more about the men

who were employed there at the time of Anna Williams' death.

Bryn Roberts wasn't that co-operative

last time we spoke to him.

We can but try.

DOOR OPENS

What a nice, kindly old man.

SOBBING

CREAKING

Hey!

Hey!

BANGING ON WINDOW

Hello?

Are you there?

What's your name?

My name's Megan.

I like your jumper.

The colours, the pattern. It's nice.

I just saw you on the swing.

Looks like fun.

If you open this door, maybe I could... play with you.

Would you like that?

Can you... Can you find a key?

Please.

Please.

Can you let me out?

Have you found something?

Can you see the key?

Can you see the key?

Please.

Please, let me out. Can you let me out?

Can you see a key?

Please.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

Dad? I'll see you back upstairs.

What's wrong? Is everything OK?

Everything's fine. I'm fine.

How did you get here? I'm not an invalid.

I can get around on my own, you know. OK, OK.

So, what's going on?

Oh, thank you.

This place has changed a bit since I was last here.

Everything looks so new.

Coffee's as diabolical as ever, though.

So, why are you here, Dad?

Endaf Elwy. I knew it.

If I made a mistake... Dad.

If I took away an innocent man's freedom... Dad, stop.

No, please, just listen to me. Please.

OK.

This is not about me, it's not about you.

It's about the work we do.

The promises we make.

The things we see.

We try and block them out, but...

..they always come back.

I remember standing there...

looking down at her.

Anna Williams.

That poor girl.

Her long, dark hair.

White skin in the dirt.

I had a responsibility to that girl.

I had to find the man who did this to her...

..and hold him to account.

I failed.

I failed her.

I got it wrong, Cad,

and it needs to be put right.

Please.

You have to do this for me...

because I don't have a lot of time left.

I'm going to fix this.

I promise I will make this right.

Now, please...

..go home, hm?

Before Elin finds out you're missing,

comes after us both.

Hm?

You OK? Yeah.

So, where are we?

Take your pick.

Interview statements from 2005.

Names and addresses of the men employed by Bryn Roberts

at the time of Endaf Elwy's arrest.

Classmates of William Parry between 1990 and 1998.

Names and contact details of former pupils.

Men, now aged 35 to 45, who are all still living in the area.

The list has been divided, split alphabetically.

Alice is making calls, checking on M to Z.

Those are A to L. OK.

If anyone asks, I'll be on the phone.

Oh, hello, Mr Anthony?

My name is Detective Inspector John.

I'm calling from...

Yeah, that's right.

No, no, no, it's nothing to worry about.

Do you have some time to answer a few questions?

Great.

KEY TURNING

I brought you this.

I thought you might like it.

Have you read it?

Once, when I was at school.

I don't mind reading it again, though.

It's a good story.

Thank you.

I never went to school much.

No-one really cared if I was there or not.

No-one noticed me.

You know what that's like.

Not to be noticed.

Not to be seen.

I hated school.

I used to go in on the bus...

..and when I got there,

go to the school gate.

I'd run off.

Go and sit somewhere away from everyone.

Your mother...

..she didn't notice you were skipping school?

I refused to go in once.

Refused to get out of bed.

I remember lying on the bed...

..and my mother coming into my room...

..shouting.

And then water...

..from the kettle being poured over me.

Burning.

Burning my skin. Sticking to my clothes.

She needed to teach me a lesson, she said.