(electricity buzzing)
(sombre music)
When you have kids, yeah,
it changes everything about the way you think.
Before it was all about you, right?
Worrying about stupid crap,
like you're the centre of your own little universe.
Trouble is, all that goes away in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, you,
it don't matter anymore.
Just this beautiful little thing that you've created,
just her,
and then, right?
That's when the fear starts.
Your mind makes up all sorts of twisted shit
about the terrible things that might happen to her.
Every news item about a missing kid tears you up,
watchin' those poor parents sittin'
in those press conferences,
tryin' to keep it together.
A torment etched into their faces,
but it'll never happen to you, will it?
It will never happen to your little one,
not if you live in a nice area,
not if you send them to your first choice school,
not if you keep on worrying about what might happen to 'em
when you're lyin' in your nice, warm bed,
next to your lovely husband, or wife.
That'll keep 'em safe.
Course it will.
(music continues)
(clock ticking)
(seagulls squawking)
Lolly?
(phone chimes) (phone vibrates)
Lolly?
Lolly, school.
(Carrie sighs)
Do I have to do this every morning, sweetheart?
You got 10 minutes to eat your breakfast
and get your coat on.
Hurry up.
(Carrie groans)
(Carrie humming)
Cereal okay?
Lolly?
Yeah, whatever.
Lolly, come on, please.
What are you lookin' at?
Nothing, it's just Dad mucking about.
Is that a picture?
Yeah.
Send me it.
Why?
'Cause I'm nosy.
(phone chimes) (phone vibrates)
Is that Sophie?
Yeah.
Eat up. (phone thuds)
You messagin' Harry?
Mum, shut up.
Go away.
(Carrie chuckles)
When I was your age, I had a proper crush on Marcus Jones.
He was amazing.
We used to go and watch him play football after school.
I was a right stalker.
I don't think he thought much of me, though.
(game music playing)
I don't blame him.
(Carrie chuckles)
Snogged him once, though.
(Carrie sighs)
Go on then, budge up.
Why aren't your dressed?
Havin' a day off work.
Mum day.
Gonna go and see Kate later.
Might see Chloe?
She's going to art club with Emma.
Oh.
You know, you can talk to me about all this Harry stuff.
I'll teach you a few things about boys.
(Lolly smirks)
(Carrie chuckles)
I know a few tricks.
You're so gross.
Hm.
Come on, five minutes.
Don't forget Nan's picking you up later.
Oh, Dad said I could go around his after school.
Well, he's not there is he?
He's away.
Lolly, Nan's lookin' forward to seein' you later.
She wants to talk to you about next week.
So act excited for God's sake.
(Carrie chuckles)
Bye.
Have a lovely day, sweetheart.
Love you.
(gentle music)
See you around eight-ish.
(Carrie sighs)
(Carrie scoffs)
Twat.
(melancholy music) (water splashing)
(spoon clinking) (Carrie sighs)
(seagulls squawking)
Hi, Dan.
It's me.
I hope you're both okay, and you're...
I hope you're both settling into your new place.
Look, Loll seemed to be under
the impression that she's coming around to yours tonight.
I don't know why,
she's going to my mum's.
To be honest, Dan, I'm not sure I'm comfortable
with her coming around to your place while she's there.
I don't even know her.
Do you know what?
Don't worry about it.
Bye.
(Carrie sighs)
Shit.
(phone chimes) (phone vibrates)
(Carrie's throat clears)
(uplifting music)
(Carrie sighs)
Fuck.
(Mark knocking)
Bollocks.
Hello.
Afternoon.
[Carrie] Come in, come through.
Thank you.
How's things?
Yeah, good.
The kettle's just boiled.
Do you want a cup of tea?
Oh, yeah.
Sounds nice.
Listen, I've only got an hour before I gotta leg it,
so do you want me to have a look at that thing for ya?
Actually, the fuse box thing was a bit of a lie.
You got an hour you say?
(Mark chuckles) (gentle music)
You all right?
[Mark] Yeah. Good.
It's 10 to.
You know, this is an amazing place you've got here.
Yeah, it's all right.
You rent it, right?
Long story.
My ex rents it for us.
[Mark] Sweet.
Yeah, it is nice.
It's not great for the old self-esteem, though.
Oh, bollocks to that.
You got a free house.
Might as well enjoy it.
You know, I just sold one of these for 950,000.
I just sold my mum's place.
I should've sent her around your way.
Oh, really?
Where's she off to?
Here to start with.
Next week.
Oh.
That's why I made up that fuse box shit.
(Mark chuckles)
Come on you.
It's five to.
You need to piss off.
(chuckles) Okay.
[Carrie] Hi, Dan, it's me again.
Look, I just wanted to apologise about what I said earlier.
I was in a bit of a strop.
Lolly would love to come see your new place sometime.
Maybe gimme a call back and we sort out a time?
All right, see you soon and say hello to Sophie for me.
Hey ya.
Hey.
Aw.
How are you?
[Carrie] Fine.
For you.
Oh, you're so sweet.
Come in. (Carrie chuckles)
(water splashing)
So, spill the beans.
Let's hear all the goss.
[Carrie] Kate, you're a nightmare.
No, just nosy.
(chuckles) Kate.
Okay.
So, his name's Mark. - Mm hm.
He's an estate agent,
and he works at Hallett & West.
An estate agent?
Yeah, I know.
(Kate sighs)
But he's all right.
He's nice.
And we just had sex about an hour ago.
What? (Carrie laughs)
He was on his lunch break.
Bloody hell, Caz, you're a sly one.
So, any good?
Kate...
Yeah, it was fuckin' amazing. - Ah, shit!
I am so happy for you.
I'm happy for me, too.
Has he met Lolly yet?
Actually, that was something
I wanted to ask you about that.
Hm?
How was your Chloe when she first met Darren?
How did she handle it?
Was she okay?
Well, I dunno, really.
A bit different 'cause she
was quite young compared to Lolly,
but I just told her that Darren
was mummy's new friend and she was all right.
How 'bout Darren?
How'd he deal with it?
You know Darren, takes everything in his stride.
Anyway, he's not around much these days
so he can't interfere.
You two okay?
Yeah, we're fine.
You don't have to worry about us.
Well, you know where I am if you need me.
Yeah.
Thanks. (Carrie chuckles)
All right, see ya later, Kate.
See you.
Oh, and keep me in the loop with all
the estate agent gossip.
Oh, I will, don't worry.
Hi, mum, is only me.
How's it goin'?
Oh yeah, what are you havin'?
Sounds lovely.
Look, it's just a quickie.
Did Loll bring her PE kit home?
She needs it cleaned for cross country next week.
(chuckles) Well, can you check?
You were supposed to pick her up three hours ago.
Mum, where's my daughter?
So, you didn't pick her up?
You promise?
I gotta go, mum.
(sombre music)
Pick up, pick up, pick up.
Come on, pick up.
(Carrie groans)
Dan, it's me.
I need you to call me back right now.
It's really important.
Can you call me back?
I need to know if Lolly's with you.
Call me back.
Sweetheart, it's mum.
Can you call me back as soon as you get this?
I'm really worried about ya.
(music continues)
(engine rumbling)
(line trilling)
[Dan] Hello?
Dan?
[Dan] Caz, I got your message.
What's up?
Is Loll with you?
[Dan] No. Why?
So, you didn't pick her up from school?
[Dan] No, I'm in Scotland, I told you that.
I'm at my dad's.
Is Sophie at your house?
Can I ring her?
[Dan] She's with me.
Caz, what's goin' on?
I dunno where Loll is.
[Dan] What do you mean?
Caz, what do you mean?
Caz?
Mum didn't pick her up from school.
I think she forgot.
[Dan] Jesus Christ.
She's a fucking nightmare that woman.
Have you spoke to the police yet?
No, not yet.
[Dan] Right, well do it.
Do it now.
Call me when you've spoke to them.
Jesus.
(Carrie sighs)
Yeah, it's Carrie, Carrie Dawson.
My daughter's missing.
She didn't come home from school.
I need ya to help me.
My mum didn't pick her up from school,
I think she forgot.
That was three hours ago.
No, I don't think so.
Yeah, it's Olivia, but we call her Lolly, Lolly Dawson.
Yeah, it's the 28th of the 7th of 2009.
She's only 11.
Northdown Secondary in Hollingbury.
She just started there.
No, not yet.
Yeah, it just goes through to voicemail.
Yeah, I can give you her number.
It's 07700-900-596.
Please help me.
Can you send someone out to look for her?
Yeah, it's 21 Beachwood Drive.
(solemn music)
Yeah, thank you.
(Carrie exhales)
Yeah.
Hi, it's Carrie Dawson.
Lolly's mum.
I was just wondering if she was with you?
Okay.
Thanks.
Do you know if Emily's seen her?
(Carrie exhaling shakily) (music continues)
Hiya, it's me.
Lolly hasn't come home.
I dunno where she's gone.
My mum was supposed to pick her up.
I'm so scared, Kate.
Yeah.
They're coming round now.
Okay, thanks.
I'll see you soon.
So, we understand Olivia was supposed
to be picked up by your mum today.
Is that correct?
Yeah, I think she forgot.
Now, did Olivia have any money on her
when she left this morning?
I dunno.
Maybe a coupla quid for emergencies.
Why?
Does she know how to use the bus?
Yeah, of course she does.
But she wouldn't have done that, though.
Look, why are you here and not out looking for her?
I understand how frustrating this must be.
It's all just part of procedure
so that we can build a clearer picture,
and thank you for all information you gave our dispatcher.
It's really saved us some time.
Now, something we do need if you've got it
is a good recent picture of your daughter.
What, like a Facebook one?
Facebook or a physical one if that's easier.
That's quite recent.
That's her with her friend.
Thank you, that's perfect.
Now, I wanna assure you that everything
that can be done to help will be done.
We've got teams of officers already out looking for her.
We've got a family liaison officer on the way.
Now, I do have just a few more questions here
and then would it be all right to see Olivia's bedroom?
Yeah, yes.
It's upstairs, it's on the right.
It's a mess.
(solemn music)
(Carrie sighs)
Please let me go out.
I can't just sit here.
I need to be out looking for her.
We need you here, in case Lolly comes home or calls.
Look, the team who are out looking for her
will be doing an amazing job.
There you go. (Carrie sighs)
(Carrie sniffles) (Door knocking)
(dramatic music)
(Carrie exhales)
I'm so sorry, this is a nightmare.
You heard anything?
[Carrie] No.
I'm so sorry to hear about all of this, mate.
Look, is there anything I can do?
I've got the car.
I'm afraid Carrie needs to wait here.
Oh, this is Harriet, she's the um, sorry?
Family liaison officer.
Hi, I'm Kate, and this is Chloe.
She goes to Lolly's school.
Hi.
[Harriet] Hi, Chloe.
[Carrie] Oh, sweetheart, don't worry.
The police will find her, I promise.
Come here.
Have you spoken to your mum?
Nah.
I can't at the mument.
She didn't mean it, Caz.
[Harriet] It's not your mum's fault.
It's no one's fault.
It's someone's fuckin' fault.
(phone vibrating)
It's Dan.
No.
No, nothing yet.
Of course they are.
Where are you?
How long then?
Yeah.
Yeah, hang on.
It's my ex-husband.
He wants to speak to you.
Hello, Mr. Dawson?
I'm Harriet Frost, your family liaison officer.
Yes, of course.
We've got six officers currently
going door to door around the school,
and we've also asked for air support, too.
A picture of your daughter's been circulated
and we are doing everything we can to locate her.
(phone ringing)
I'm sorry, Mr. Dawson, I'm gonna have to go.
I've gotta take another call.
Yes, of course.
Yeah, absolutely.
Yep, thank you.
Bubbye.
Harriet Frost.
Yeah.
Okay.
Yep, got ya.
Thank you.
That was Detective Buckley.
We've identified the position of Lolly's phone.
Is there any reason she'd had gone
to the West Beach area after school?
What?
[Harriet] Maybe meeting a friend or something?
Fuck this.
- Carrie, we need you- - No!
(solemn music) (seagulls squawking)
Lolly!
Sweetheart, please!
(Carrie sobbing) (music continues)
(Carrie wailing)
Come here.
It's okay.
You'll be all right.
(Carrie sobbing)
Lolly!
(clock ticking)
Come on,
eat up.
You're not wastin' it.
Silly me,
all the food.
All the food.
Look, it's on there.
[Carrie] Are ya hungry, mum?
No, dear.
No.
(Carrie sniffles)
You need to eat something.
No.
- Come on. - No, no.
Do you want a cup of tea then?
Oh, oh, yes, please, dear.
That'd be lovely.
(Carrie sniffs)
(Carrie groans)
(liquid splashing) (pensive music)
(girls chattering softly)
What?
What you lookin' at?
Oi?
Why you lookin' at her for?
Fuckin' weirdo.
[Girl] Is she all right?
(sombre music) (girls chattering softly)
(classical music playing)
Don't do that. (volume lowers)
I like this one.
Put it back up.
(volume increases)
I'm gonna go and have a nice bath.
Do you want the loo before I go in there?
No, dear.
[Carrie] You sure?
Of course, I'm sure.
Do you want me to put the snooker on for you then?
No, that's fine.
This is lovely.
(music continues)
(Andy knocking)
[Andy] Mrs. Dawson?
Hight Court enforcement.
[Carrie] Shit.
[Andy] Can you open the door, please?
(Carrie exhales)
[Mary] Carrie, love?
Be quiet, mum.
[Andy] I'm Andy.
I'm a High Court enforcement agent.
Oh, shit!
Shit!
[Andy] I can hear you in there.
Shit, shit, shit.
[Andy] Can you come to the door?
[Carrie] Hiya.
Hello, Madam.
We're High Court enforcement agents.
Can we come in?
Yeah, I suppose so.
Come through.
Thank you.
(classical music continues)
(music stops)
We're here today with the writ,
to collect a debt of £2,347.60.
Are you able to make that payment today?
No.
Not even close.
What's that even for?
This is ridiculous.
The claimant is Shock Wave Web Design.
No, that's bollocks.
My ex-husband was supposed to pay that.
Shit.
This is a nightmare.
I'm afraid it's your name on the writ, Madam.
How much is it, dear?
[Carrie] It's 2,000 and something.
It's 2,347 pounds 60.
You should ask your brother.
[Carrie] I'm not gonna do that.
He's got the money.
Mum, shut up.
We realise this can be upsetting for you.
Are you able to pay anything today?
Is your brother able to help?
The website we got made
was to try and find my daughter.
She went missing six years ago.
Was your daughter's name Lolly?
[Carrie] Yeah.
(sighs) Yeah, I remember it on the news.
(sighs) I thought I recognised
the name when we were outside.
I think my little sister,
she used to be in the same year at Northdown.
My mum used to follow your Facebook page.
I'm really sorry about what happened.
I'm very sorry for you loss Mrs. Dawson,
but we do need to settle the debt.
She's not dead.
If we can sort out a payment plan.
Could you maybe pay 500 pounds now,
and then the rest in installments?
(Carrie sniffles)
I'll have nothing left.
[Enforcement Agent] It's just so we can leave you alone.
Thank you.
(solemn music)
(pills rattling)
(Carrie sighs)
(line trilling)
[Rich] Hello?
Hiya, it's me.
[Rich] Carrie, how are you?
Yeah, okay.
[Rich] How's mum doing?
You know, usual.
Bit of a nightmare.
[Rich] And you?
How you doing?
Same, I suppose.
How are Frankie and Rose?
[Rich] Yeah, they're okay.
You sound weird.
Yeah, I'm in the car.
Look, Rich, I need to speak to you about...
Look, it's about mum's house money.
[Rich] Caz, I can't do it.
I can't keep telling you, can I?
I'm in the shit, Rich.
I had the bailiffs 'round this morning.
Could you just lend me a couple thousand?
Dan never payed for that bloody website.
[Rich] It's not mine to lend, is it?
Mum put that in a trust for us for when she dies.
Well, how much is in there?
[Rich] You know how much is in there.
30 each for me and you and five each for the kids.
Come on, Caz.
Can't you get some more shifts at the social club?
I get fuck all for that job,
and 60 quid a week carers allowance,
whilst you're swannin' around on fucking holiday skiing.
[Rich] We appreciate what you do for mum, Caz.
You know we do.
Well come and fuckin' see her occasionally then.
(Carrie sighs) (solemn music)
(phone chimes) (phone vibrates)
(pensive music) (chiming continues)
My phone's going nuts, mum.
Loads of people are sending me a link to this news thing.
Listen.
"Police in Brighton are asking for witnesses
after a 12-year-old girl was snatched from outside
of her school as 3:30 yesterday.
They're particularly keen to hear
from anyone who may have seen a white transit van
"in the area at the time."
Then it goes on to say something about child trafficking.
It says the girl's parents say
it's completely outta character for her to run away.
Just like Lolly.
Where is Lolly, love?
What, what about...
What about...
What?
Where, where would she go, a girl like that?
(phone chimes)
Do you think I should call the police, mum?
See if it's all connected?
What if it's the same person?
It could be, couldn't it?
I'm gonna call 'em tomorrow.
(pensive music)
Oh, hiya.
Can I speak to D.I. Buckley, please?
It's Carrie Dawson.
It's about my daughter, Olivia.
Thanks.
Oh, hello?
It's Carrie Dawson here.
Yeah.
Hi.
I was just wondering if you was involved
in that case with that girl that's gone missing?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
I understand, but I was just wondering
if you have the chance to see
if the same thing happened to my Lolly?
It seems a bit of a coincidence, right?
Yeah, it's just they mentioned something
about child trafficking in the paper.
Do you think that...
Yes.
Yeah, okay.
Yeah, well, if you could call me if you find out anything.
Yeah, thanks.
Bye.
Twat.
(Carrie exhales)
What did he say?
Can they help you?
No, it's just (groans)...
Just palmed me off with the usual bullshit.
It's so frustrating, mum.
She'll turn up, dear.
You were exactly the same.
Anyway, I've gotta go to work.
You okay sittin' there?
I am always...
I'm always...
Yes.
I'm looking forward to it.
I'll make ya a cup of tea before I go.
(gentle music)
Thank you, love.
(vacuum whirring)
(patrons chattering)
[Carrie's Manager] There you go.
Ta.
Can I have a glass of water too, please?
[Carrie's Manager] Tap all right?
Yeah, thanks.
(water splashing) (upbeat music playing)
Alright?
Hiya.
Oh no, you're alright, thanks.
You work here, then?
Yeah, bit of cleaning.
Gotta do toilets next.
You?
Community service.
Oh.
Right.
I get to push around old people all day.
Grumpy little shit I'm with now is next door doing Keep Fit.
Whatever that means.
What did you do?
Hm.
Why you doing community service?
Oh.
Long story.
I was just hanging around
with some write little scrotes, you know?
Like drink, drugs, petty theft.
Usual bollocks.
(phone vibrating)
Oh, excuse me.
I've gotta get this.
It's alright.
Hello?
How are you?
Do you know I had the bailiffs around the other day?
Yeah, so that website we had done,
you were supposed to pay it.
2,000.
Well, pay it, Dan.
I can't afford that, can I?
You were quite happy to pay for stuff
when it was me and Lolly.
Now I've gotta do everything,
and I suppose you and Sophie are...
Fuck off!
(upbeat music playing faintly)
Come on.
(solemn music)
(clock ticking)
You're not eating that?
I'm gonna stop making you dinners if you won't eat 'em.
Do you need the loo?
Mum?
Do you need me to take you to the loo?
(Carrie sighs)
Come on then, up you get.
(Carrie grunts)
All right.
Oh, mum.
I'm sorry, dear.
Don't worry about it.
Go and sit on the loo.
I'll be there in a sec.
What we gonna do with you, eh?
So, you know how I was talking
to you about that little girl the other week?
It's amazing.
I've been chattin' to a few people on Lolly's Facebook page.
It's really interesting.
They've all been talkin' about the van
that all the kids have seen,
the one the police are lookin' for.
Couple of mums on the page reckon they've seen it
down by the old hangar building.
It's really dodgy down there now.
Do you remember when we used to go to the park down there?
(gentle music)
And I'm talkin' to myself.
Anyway, you sleep well.
I'll see ya after work.
(music continues)
(gate creaking)
(Carrie exhales)
Wow, Carrie.
How are you?
[Carrie] Yeah, you know.
God, it's been ages.
What have you been up to?
[Carrie] Oh, nothing much today.
Just a bit of work down at the social club.
Not much really.
Sorry, Kate, is Chloe there?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Chloe?
Sorry to drag this all up again, Chloe,
but I just need to ask you a quick question.
Is that okay?
Yeah.
[Carrie] Okay.
Thanks.
I don't suppose you could think back really hard to
the time that Loll went missing, can ya?
I'll try.
[Carrie] Okay.
Do you remember if there was
a white van hanging around outside the school?
No.
Sorry.
[Carrie] No one was acting weird?
You didn't chat about it with any of your friends?
I'm really sorry.
No worries.
Thanks for trying.
Yeah, go on.
[Carrie] Thanks.
You sure you're okay?
Can I help you with anything?
[Carrie] No, no, that's fine.
Do you need money?
Oh, no, it's not that.
It's just everything else.
My mum's really sick.
I don't really know what to do.
It's all a bit fucked up really.
Listen, I'm always here for coffee or wine.
Seriously, Caz, I don't wanna see you like this.
[Carrie] Oh, don't worry about it.
Thanks Kate.
It was lovely to see you, and Chloe's beautiful.
Thanks.
Well, see ya.
Bye.
[Kate] Bye.
(solemn music)
(seagulls squawking)
Hello, Carrie.
Thank you.
So, that's 14 x £8.75 - comes to £122.50.
[Carrie] No, sorry.
I did 18 hours this week, I think.
You did.
The problem we have is that you were late on all four days.
So, I'm afraid-
[Carrie] Jesus, that was about 15 minutes.
You can't dock me four hours that.
It's not my problem, Carrie.
[Carrie] Arsehole.
Oi, babe?
[Carrie] Hiya.
You got a sec?
Yeah, sure.
You okay?
Yeah, I just, I heard that bullshit in there.
What a wanker.
Yeah, it's shit.
So, was you like, looking to earn a bit extra then?
Well?
Okay.
Okay, well, look, I'm only offering
you this 'cause I like you, okay?
Just give this fella a ring.
He's a nice bloke.
Well, he's clean and that, so...
Sorry, who is he?
Oh, his name's Karl.
He's all right.
I do a bit of escortin' work on the side.
Honestly, easiest money you will ever make.
100 quid, hour's work, if that 'cause like,
he don't usually take an hour, if you know what I mean?
So.
Well, why aren't you doin' it?
Oh, I can't at the mument.
I just got back from the clinic.
Yeah, bit grim but look, don't worry if you don't fancy it.
I just thought I'd offer.
You're pretty, so.
Seriously, don't worry about it.
You're fine.
Take it anyway.
100 quid. Easy.
Thanks.
And my number's on the back.
Oh babe, one more thing,
them pills you're taking, snort 'em.
Change your life, honestly.
(Carrie chuckles) (sombre music)
George?
Mum, I'm busy.
(clock ticking)
Hiya, it's Carrie Dawson.
Can I speak to someone about my payment plan, please?
[Mary] George?
[Carrie] What?
What do you want?
He needs to help me.
It's all gone on the...
It's gone on...
It's all gone on...
Where is George?
[Carrie] George is dead, mum.
He has been for 20 years.
We went to his funeral, remember?
It was wonderful.
You will need to help me then.
(Carrie sighs)
(pensive music)
(solemn music)
(pills rattling)
(pensive music)
(Carrie sniffs)
(Carrie exhales)
(Carrie snorts)
(Carrie coughs)
(sombre music)
(Carrie snorts)
(Carrie coughs)
(seagulls squawking)
Hi, is that Stacy?
Yes, it's Carrie Dawson,
from the social club?
Yeah, you gave me your number.
Mum?
What you up to?
Mum?
Mum, what are you doin'?
I thought I would make us all dinner, dear.
Brown chicken stew.
[Carrie] Jesus, mum.
Do you realise how much all this costs?
Put it back.
Get off.
Mum, just go in the lounge, okay?
I'll sort this.
I'm cooking dinner.
You're not, you're wasting a week's shopping.
Come on.
I am cooking dinner.
No, come on.
- No. - Jesus, come on.
Get off.
Get off me. - Just come and sit down.
Just come, get back in the lounge.
- Get off me. - No, just come on, sit down.
Come on. - No.
- Sit down! - No!
- Sit down, calm down! - No!
No. - Fuck's sake, mum!
(Carrie exhales)
Just fuckin' die.
I heard that, you wicked child.
Good.
[Mary] You just want all my money don't you?
Yes.
It'd be fuckin' handy wouldn't it?
We're livin' here in fuckin' squalor,
and you got 70 grand sittin' in the bank.
That is my nest egg for a rainy day,
not like today.
Not like...
No, no.
What are you going to spend it on, mum?
Hey?
We need it now!
[Mary] I told your brother this would happen.
Fuck my brother.
When's the last time we seen him?
Hey?
He just swans around London with his poxy wife.
What?
Nothing to say?
Exactly.
Little shit.
I can fuckin' wait.
(sombre music)
(Carrie snorting)
(Carrie coughs)
(Carrie exhales)
So, you must be Cazzie?
Yeah.
Don't worry about her.
Can I get you a drink or something?
No, no, no, no, I'm fine.
Okay then.
I guess we go next door?
Yeah.
(dog barking)
I'm so sorry.
I'm not really sure what happens now.
I've...
This is the first time I've done this.
Oh, really?
Oh, wow, okay.
Do we do money now or afterwards?
How does that work?
Now, I suppose (throat clears).
Was it 75, was it?
Oh, no.
I thought it was 100.
Don't worry, though.
No, no, no, no.
If that's what Stacy said, that's absolutely fine.
100. Yeah.
There you go.
Thanks.
Do you want a receipt?
Oh (chuckles).
So, shall we?
Oh, usually you'd ask me what I want before we start, but.
Oh God, of course.
So, what would you like?
Okay (chuckles).
Well, usually with Stace it's just kind of a,
a sort of nice massage and (throat clears),
and oral sex, but it doesn't matter.
Whatever's fine.
It's...
Okay.
Right.
Well, you get ready and I'll be back in a...
I'll be back in a sec.
[Karl] Okay.
Right.
(belt jangling)
(Carrie spits)
(phone chimes) (phone vibrating)
Sorry about my phone.
Should have turned it off.
Not very relaxing.
Don't worry.
It wasn't a problem.
(phone chimes) (phone vibrating)
Shit.
You okay?
Yeah.
Look, this is nuts, but could you do me a massive favour?
Yeah, sure.
It's just, I got a bit pissed before you got here.
[Karl] Here, yeah?
Yeah, that'll do.
So, I run this Facebook page about missing kids.
There was a notification saying
a little girl called, hang on.
Zoe Davey hasn't come home.
They reckon these arsehole's are doin' stuff down here
near the park and the hangar.
Trafficking or something, I don't know.
[Karl] Is it safe?
Oh, yeah.
It's not dangerous or nothin', I don't think.
[Karl] Why are you involved in all this?
It's strange thing to be into, isn't it?
My little girl,
she went missing six years ago.
[Karl] Shit.
Sorry.
Yeah. Thanks.
Doin' all this, it keeps her in my thoughts, right?
I just do what I can for the other parents.
[Karl] Well, aren't the police involved?
Not with my Lolly.
Been too long I think.
Anyway, I'm gonna get out.
You should go.
[Karl] Do you want me to wait?
Well, it's up to you.
[Karl] I need to call my wife first.
Don't worry.
You go.
I'll see you next week?
(door slams)
(pensive music)
(engine rumbling)
[Carrie] Oi!
(dramatic music)
(girl screaming) (fists banging)
Fuck!
(engine revving) (Carrie gasping)
(Carrie groaning)
(Carrie panting)
Come on.
Hi, it's Carrie Dawson.
I need to speak to D.I. Buckley.
It's urgent.
Well, can you get him to call me back?
It's Carrie Dawson.
He's got my number.
Fuck it.
Come on (panting).
Hi, police?
Yeah, I think I've just seen an abduction.
Yeah, I'm down at the old aircraft hangar building.
Yeah, you need to send someone.
As soon as possible (panting).
Fuck.
(pensive music)
(phone vibrating)
Oh, thanks for calling back.
Okay, yeah.
So, there were two vans.
Actually, one was like a big car.
Yeah, yeah, like a people carrier thing.
I think there was a kid in the back of the white van.
I didn't, no.
Sorry.
No, it was quite a long way away.
I was running.
It's definitely a man, though.
(sirens wailing)
Yeah, I can hear 'em comin'.
Do you want me to wait here?
I don't mind.
I'd rather speak to you, really.
The thing is though, it could have somethin'
to do with my case.
What if it's the same people?
You can't just ignore me.
Oh, you'll bear that in mind, will ya?
Thanks.
(sombre music)
Little fucking shit!
(Carrie breathing heavily)
(car doors slamming)
(Karl knocking)
Hiya.
[Karl] Hello, Caz.
How's it going?
Yeah, okay.
This is Sav.
- Sav? - All right there, love?
He was hopin' to take my turn this week.
What?
We're swappin' over.
I mentioned you in the pub.
No, you're not.
You shoulda called first, Christ.
Listen, sweetheart, you're the prostitute here,
and I'm the customer.
Let's get crackin', shall we?
[Carrie] Fuckin' get off (gasping)!
What's goin' on with that?
It's just her mum.
Jesus.
No fuckin' shame.
[Carrie] Fuck off!
Get out of my house! - Come on.
- No! - Come on.
Come on, come on. - No, fuck!
(Sav yelling indistinctly) (Carrie screaming)
No! - Come on, come on!
- No! - Come on!
Come on!
(classical music playing) (Carrie screaming)
Come on!
(Carrie screaming) (Sav groaning)
- Get off me! - Come on!
(Carrie screaming) (Sav speaking faintly)
[Carrie] Get off me!
(Carrie gasping)
All right, let's go.
He hit me.
I didn't hit her.
We bumped heads, total accident.
Give me my money.
(Sav laughs)
You're jokin' aren't ya?
Look at ya.
[Karl] Give her the money, Sav, she'll be cool.
No, she fuckin' stinks as well.
Just get out.
All right, all right, all right.
Calm down, sweetheart.
(pensive music)
- I'm sorry. - Just fuck off.
(Carrie sobbing) (solemn music)
[Mary] Carrie love?
Hang on.
(Carrie sniffling)
I'm sorry, mum.
I won't do it anymore.
I've spoken to George.
I don't like all this.
It's not you.
I'm going to speak to your brother about my money.
It's 30,000 for him
and 30,000 for you.
Mum, don't.
Oh no, Carrie.
I'm going to give you your share now.
This nonsense has got to stop.
(Carrie sobbing softly)
Get the phone, and get your brother on.
(music continues)
(classical music playing)
(D.I. Buckley knocks)
[D.I. Buckley] Mrs. Dawson?
[Carrie] Who is it?
Detective Inspector Buckley, Carrie.
Can I come in?
[Carrie] What you want?
I'd like to talk to you about Zoe Davey, the missing girl.
The kettle's just boiled.
Do you want a tea or a coffee?
I'm afraid not.
If we can just get on with this.
So, you want my help now, yeah?
Yes.
There's been a development in the Zoe Davey case.
We think she may have been
in the van that you saw at the hangar.
We think he's part of a child trafficking ring.
We appreciate the call, Mrs. Dawson.
So, what do you wanna know?
I told 'em everything, I think.
What's that?
A body,
we believe to be the young girl,
washed up on the beach this morning,
wrapped in this.
(pensive music)
We just wondered if you remember seeing this
when you saw the vans?
(Carrie's throat clears) (pensive music)
No, I'm really sorry.
Okay.
Well, if you think of anything else, please do gimme a call.
And you'll answer this time, yeah?
Of course.
(solemn music)
Can I keep this?
[D.I. Buckley] I'm afraid not.
It's evidence.
Hi Kate, it's Carrie.
Yeah, not bad, thanks.
How 'bout you?
Oh, great.
Is Chloe okay.
Right.
Look, I got a strange favour to ask.
Yeah, don't suppose you've got Darren's number?
Oh, that's a shame.
Oh, it don't matter.
I just needed someone to help me shift
some crap down to the tip.
Yeah, yeah, I know he is.
I just don't know anyone else with a van.
Has he still got his?
(pensive music)
Oh, never mind.
Is he still local?
No, I'm not bein' weird.
It's not that.
It's just, it was just the van.
Look, it's fine.
Just forget I called.
Hi, it's me.
Carrie.
Cazzie.
Yeah, look, don't worry about that.
I need to talk to you.
[Sav] He's in there, right?
Yeah, that's where he works.
[Sav] When does he knock off?
Tonight.
Five-ish.
Can you just wait outside?
[Sav] Yeah, I can do that.
So, what are we doin'?
Are we gettin' rid of him?
'Cause that won't be cheap.
No, no.
Just...
I don't know, do I?
[Sav] Knock him 'round a bit?
I want you to find out what he did to that girl.
And if he did anything to my Lolly.
[Karl] You sure about this?
Yeah.
Just do it.
[Sav] Listen, love, we need to talk about money.
You know, there's some risk for a couple of lads like us.
Well, how much do you want?
[Sav] Five grand.
(pensive music)
(Carrie sighs)
Do it.
Night, night, mum.
See ya in the morning.
(dog barking)
(pensive music)
(pills rattling)
(Carrie snorting)
(Carrie exhales)
What happened?
Nothin' much.
Well, did he do it?
Oh yeah, he did it all right.
What did he say?
Ask him yourself, if you want.
(pensive music)
Didn't take much.
We haven't even touched him.
He's a talker (chuckles).
Just tell me!
Did he kill Zoe Davey?
Yeah.
He said he did it 'cause you fucked up the
transfer or somethin'.
Why?
Traffickin'.
He supplies, gangs in Bradford or Blackburn,
or some fuckin' hole.
(pensive music)
Did he take Lolly?
He did.
(Carrie wails)
He said it was a mistake.
He didn't know it was her.
(Carrie sobbing)
Is she still alive?
He says he doesn't know.
I think I believe him.
We got his phone.
He told us who his contact is up there.
(Carrie panting) (music intensifies)
(Carrie sobbing)
(metal clangs)
(metal scraping)
(Darren grunts)
(Darren groans)
(Carrie grunts) (metal thuds)
(Darren whimpering)
(Carrie grunts)
(metal thuds)
(Carrie screams)
That's enough.
- No, no! - Enough!
(Carrie screaming)
(metal clanging)
(Carrie sobbing)
(Carrie screams)
(Carrie sobbing)
No, it's not Darren.
My name's Carrie, Carrie Dawson.
Is that Raz?
No, no, no, no, please don't hang up.
I just, I just need to know if you still have my daughter?
Hello (panting)?
Darren took her six years ago in Hollingbury.
Near Brighton.
Her name's Lolly, Lolly Dawson.
(panting) I just need to know she's still alive.
Raz?
Hello?
Oh, shit!
(Carrie gasping)
Hello, Raz, can you call me back please?
Look, I don't want any trouble.
I just, I just need to know about Lolly, please.
Thank you.
(Carrie gasping)
(Carrie exhales)
(clock ticking)
(phone vibrating)
Hello?
So, she's alive?
Can I speak to her?
When then?
What?
Sorry, I don't understand.
What do you mean?
What?
How much?
I don't have that much.
(solemn music)
I don't know.
I don't know, do I?
25.
(sniffles) I could get you 25,000.
Hi.
Oh, hi.
My name's Carrie.
It's a bit weird.
I used to live here.
Okay.
How can I help?
I'm just gonna wait out the front if that's okay?
I'm expecting my daughter.
She's coming home today.
Oh.
'Kay.
It's just, I don't think she knows where I live right now.
So...
I just didn't want you thinking
there was a weirdo hanging 'round outside.
Okay, well if there's anything I can get you?
[Carrie] No, no.
That's great, thank you.
(seagulls squawking)
(Carrie exhales)
Hi.
Raz?
It's Carrie Dawson again.
Yeah.
I dunno if you're getting my messages,
but do you know what time Lolly got off the train?
(solemn music)
(engine rumbling)
(Carrie sobbing)
(bag thuds)
(clock ticking)
(solemn music)
I love you, mum, so much.
I tried.
I really did.
I just can't.
(Carrie sobbing softly)
Rich is on his way, okay?
He's comin' around later.
I love you, mum, so much.
(music continues)
(alcohol splashing)
(pills rattling)
(Carries exhales)
(Carrie gasps)
(Carrie sniffling)
(clock ticking) (Carrie panting)
(Carrie groaning)
(D.I. Buckley knocking)
[D.I. Buckley] Mrs. Dawson?
(knocking continues)
(Carrie groans)
Mrs. Dawson, are you in there?
(Carrie coughs)
It's D.I. Buckley.
Can I come in?
(sombre music) (Carrie coughing)
Carrie?
(Carrie groaning)
(Carrie coughs)
(Carrie vomits)
(Carrie panting)
Lolly?
Mum!
(sentimental music) (Lolly sobbing)
- I'm so sorry, sweetheart. - Oh, Lolly.
I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
I'm home.
(Carrie sobbing) (Lolly sobbing)
[D.I. Buckley] She came to the station, Carrie.
I'm so sorry, sweetheart.
Lolly, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[Lolly] mum, it's okay.
(sobbing continues) (music continues)
(sentimental music)
(music builds)
(dramatic music)
(music fades)