Broadchurch

'Previously on Broadchurch...'

Danny? Give me a call, sweetheart. I want to know where you are.

The body of an 11-year-old child

was found on Harbour Cliff beach at Broadchurch.

Alec Hardy. I know. You got my job.

He was strangled. We are treating Danny's death as suspicious.

Until we're ready, this remains confidential.

- Broadchurch Echo. - I can't talk to you.

Why have you released his name? It's on Twitter.

Who told the journalist? They made it look like an accident.

What are they asking? Where were you last night?

I told you, I was on a job.

Is there anything you want to tell me now?

If you or someone you know has any information

please come forward now.

We will catch whoever did this.

How are you doing, lovely?

OK.

You had nightmares.

Did I? You were shouting in your sleep.

What was I saying?

Couldn't make it out. You said "Danny" at one point.

Will I have to talk to the police?

Yeah, at some point. But not today, I don't think.

Unless you can think of anything that might help us.

No.

When I have to talk to them...

can it be with you?

I don't think so.

"I hope you and your family find some peace."

What do you write that doesn't sound glib?

They'll appreciate it.

Heard anything on when that tent will be off the beach?

When they're done, I suppose. No time soon.

I just hope they find the killer, and chop his balls off.

Come and have a drink later.

Hey, how you going? Good. Loving the room, thanks.

Olly? Yup. Hi.

Oh! Karen. Nice place.

Yeah, well, you know, when the fuses haven't blown.

So, I don't suppose you've got a spare desk

or just a corner of the office I can squirrel myself away in?

We are part of the same newspaper group, after all. Of course.

Maggie Radcliffe. I'm the editor.

Karen White, Daily Herald. You're here fast.

I remember your stuff on the Yorkshire Ripper.

Long time ago now. Is there a spare desk?

I'll be no bother, just... No.

Well, we're a very busy operation here.

Yeah. And if I give you a desk,

what happens if others start showing up?

Not to worry. Thanks anyway. I'll see you soon.

DI Hardy? Karen White, Daily Herald.

I know. You came to the briefing last night.

I just wondered if I could buy you a cup of tea.

You're astonishing.

Well, if you need me I'm staying at the Trader's.

Give me the details, CID will call you back when someone's available.

Sir, for you. You need to get yourself organised up there.

It's Saturday and the phone lines can't cope.

Hello. Broadchurch Police.

Morning. We got you a coffee. I don't drink coffee.

Course you don't.

Frank said you were out at the cliffs.

I walked Danny's paper round. There's a hut on Briar Cliff,

mile and a half along the coast from where Danny's body was found.

Find out who owns it and the car park below.

Collect the CCTV from the camera there.

How're we doing on the house to house?

We've got five uniform allocated, two probationers,

one who can't drive, and one who'd never taken a statement before.

That's all they've given us? It's a summer weekend.

You've got three music festivals and two sporting events within 100 miles,

so all the officers are attached to them until Monday.

Don't tell the family.

Uniform are moaning they're having to take calls.

We're getting more phone lines put in.

Clear desk policy end of the day, yeah?

SOCO are at work on the beach, it's gonna be a long one.

Oh, we're still going through the Latimer house.

Sorry, are you listening?

Danny's skateboard. Danny's mobile. Priority.

Also, main suspects. You know this town, who's the most likely?

If the boy was killed before he was left on the beach,

where's the murder scene?

What are you doing now?

We've managed to find a Family Liaison Officer,

I'm gonna take him over to the Latimers. Oh, and Jack Marshall,

owns the paper shop, rang in, he said he'd remembered something.

You're welcome.

Couldn't stop thinking about him... all last night.

I help run the Sea Brigade.

Danny'd been coming about 18 months, on and off.

Cheeky lad, but a good heart.

It matters, a good heart.

You said you remembered something about seeing Danny.

Must have been end of last month.

Around quarter to eight on a Wednesday morning,

on the road leading up to the clifftops on the way to Linton Hill.

I saw him. What was he doing?

Talking to the postman.

Well,...

not talking. More like... arguing.

He was quite a way away,

but the body language was pretty clear.

Then Danny stormed off.

The postman was calling after him.

You're certain it was the postman?

Well he had a bag, and one of those high-visibility jackets.

Who else is going to be out that time in the morning?

Can you describe him for me?

He was a long way off.

Medium height, short brown hair, I think.

It was only after you were in yesterday that I remembered.

I should've mentioned.

Erm, they're elimination prints,

to rule out your prints from anything we might find here or anywhere else.

Is this necessary?

If she wants us to do it, it's necessary, isn't it?

Did anyone sleep?

No. So, erm, Pete will be your Family Liaison Officer.

It's his job to keep you up to date with the investigation,

answer your questions, or talk about any questions we might have.

Why can't you do that? No of fence. None taken.

It's a very specialised job. Pete's just completed his training.

Yeah, you're my first!

But you know us.

The best thing I can do is to find who killed Danny and I will.

When do we start arranging the funeral?

That has to wait, I'm afraid.

Until we have the person responsible in custody, Danny's...

His body is... Oh, god, I'm sorry to talk about it like this -

it's the most valuable piece of evidence we have.

We can't allow him to be buried until we're sure

we've got the right person and enough evidence to convict them.

So we can't have him back? Not yet. I'm sorry.

He's not evidence, he's my brother. I understand, I really do.

Give her the piece of paper.

We made a list. People who might have done it.

Oh, right.

These are all your friends.

We know.

DS Miller.

Excuse me.

£500 in cash, taped to the underside of the bed frame in Danny's room.

You're kidding.

And we found this.

Cocaine. In the daughter's room.

Bloody hell.

So, tell me about Broadchurch.

OK. It's the only town for about 20 miles.

There's one road in, one road out. Market twice weekly...

Yeah, I've got all that. Who lives here?

Well, a lot have been here all their lives, generations.

Some of them haven't even been 50 miles outside of town.

And then there's the incomers.

Young families, left cities when they had babies,

came here for the schools and the sea.

We get tourists in the summer, but we're a working town mainly.

Much crime? It's mostly theft from lock-ups,

odd bit of drug use, drink driving. Seriously.

I do the weekly crime report in the paper with one of the uniforms.

About 30 of fences a week, but mostly all are minor.

We've never had a murder.

And that's the sort of story you do at the Echo. Yeah.

Clubs, schools, council meetings.

Maggie says we celebrate the everyday.

And what about you?

What do you want?

I want to work on a national. I want to be you, basically.

Well, be careful what you wish for.

How come you were here so quick?

Look, if I'm gonna report on this,

I need to understand the town, the people.

You help me, and I might be able to help you.

What do you think?

Have you told my Mum and Dad about the wrap?

Not yet. Please don't. It's not mine.

It was in your room. I don't use it, I swear I don't.

Do you deal it? No!

This isn't anything to do with Danny, I promise. It was a mistake. A big mistake.

If you don't use it or deal it, did someone leave you holding it?

And you're protecting that person. It's one tiny wrap.

Oh, we'll tell your Mum that. No, you said you wouldn't.

Chloe, possession of a class A drug is a criminal of fence.

Dealing a class A drug is a criminal of fence.

I was just passing it on. That is dealing!

You won't get in trouble if you tell me the truth.

Who gave you the cocaine?

Becca Fisher.

At the hotel? I work for her some weekends.

And where did the money come from? What money?

Oh, Chloe, don't get smart.

I don't know anything about any money, I swear.

Why is Becca Fisher giving a 15-year-old girl cocaine?

Oh, God, I'm gonna get in such trouble.

Chloe Latimer says you supplied her with a wrap of cocaine.

What? You're kidding!

Why would she say that if it's not true?

There was this couple, down from London for a long weekend,