That's not my memory.
What?
I was the only one who's last.
She didn't talk what?
I kept your grasses off.
Yeah, and she watched you, haven't she?
Yeah, you carried on flirting with her.
Flirting?
Be brave.
She loves it.
It's like a hobby for her.
So you were?
Were you talking to me?
No, because I was listening to the other five cabbages
talking shit with an empty glass on the only night
I've had often weeks.
Yeah, and five times in the last month,
I've invited you around tonight.
Or me, to yours.
And five times, it's car bomb.
Oh, no bomb.
Wall bomb.
What's that about, eh?
I pull up.
Next junction.
There we are.
I'm going home.
People who want to be like this much
are the ones fucking off, Bob.
Seriously?
I'd rather have a drink.
I can radio you another drive of me.
I'll let him use his own minutes.
Go on.
Break the bank, Bob.
Drive.
Grow up.
Sea lurch.
Get me as close to him as you can without drawing attention.
Being honest, I don't want dragging into fuzzy stuff.
Being honest, he's wanted for attempted murder.
Just have another Asian kid down power field.
That's Mervyn Manley with a warrant out for his arrest.
We're getting him or what?
I know what I'm doing.
Look after my stuff and turn the meter off, yeah?
Hey.
Yeah, give us a--
Oh, cheers.
Yeah, I'll take this from you back to the kitchen.
Oh, and these.
And what are you carrying?
You usually.
Looks like recruitment for a gay fuzz federation.
Mervyn Manley.
Manley's dead.
He's dead.
How?
How, yes.
10 points and a bright bird on the back.
Thanks for asking.
There's no one else else.
Just like this.
Bingy yourself.
Diner, don't you?
Can I have your opinion on this woman and reception?
Oh, Connie, I'm not your woman for early birdcrackers.
I could have offered this to anybody.
She's got really credible sound and information
about an armed robbery.
Would you like the air miles or not?
Yeah.
I saw him on the telly.
Clear as a bell.
A live pause.
Pulled it back a bit.
And there he was, freeze frame.
Into a tee.
Couldn't not be him.
Into a tee.
And Mrs. Patterson, this is a case you'd recognize
from locally or--
Mitchell.
Mitchell, my grandson.
Clear as a bell.
Have you any idea of Mitchell's whereabouts right now?
Yes, it's home watching Downton with his frosties
till his jeans dry for Scarborough.
So get your skates on.
Sorry.
Excuse me, madam.
Just give me two seconds, please.
Boss wants a word.
I'll shuffle this one through.
Hey, it's that dental appointment.
I'm reporting a serious crime here.
What about what?
She didn't look cute.
Joy?
I can't face it.
This is what I'm most hating myself for,
being spiky and taking it on the key with bad news.
Bad news? What?
Deering's called me into her office.
Look, guys, I've just gone and used a tampon.
Wow.
I'm not even up.
Joy, calm down.
She's called me in and all.
Why? You're both through to the shortlist for Sergeant.
Congratulations.
From nine opening candidates,
that's an unexpectedly big badger my favour.
Big day.
Very big day.
How many on the shortlist?
Two.
But seriously, cheese girls,
the odds on that return were 148,000 to one.
So you know what? I'm not going to be a big badger. I'm not going to be a big badger. I'm not going to be a big badger. 128,000 to one.
So you know what?
Fuck McLauren.
Fuck McGoogles.
They couldn't find a clit without a search engine.
Hey, hey, hey.
Detective Constable Frears.
Inspector Deery,
I'd like to formally withdraw my application
for the position of Sergeant on the ground.
Well, Diana's going to walk it.
We all know that.
Perspective Sergeant Joy Frears,
pack down this minute or I will de-select you
personally and permanently.
What have I just said?
Two top-notch officers under my wing
beat seven homeless prostates from all over the pos shop.
You think you cheated the odds?
Yes.
Getting this far?
News for you, ladyfuzz.
We all did.
That understood?
Yes, ma'am. Thank you.
She needed a couple of your mum's doodahs.
It's now, eh?
Is that a pair already?
No, Diana.
Don't get used to that smile.
Well, don't get it this far.
But it's you that will be withdrawing.
Secure the blinds and come and sit here.
Nobody is relishing this.
That court is one of your Gina's graduation pieces,
which I know, because she offered to make me one for silly money.
Otherwise, with the clarity of the footage,
you could have been anybody.
But you're not, are you, Diana?
You withdraw on domestic grounds.
Fine. Sorry, I walked away.
I've been drinking.
Yeah, on the one night I'm allowed to.
You ran a man under a bus.
I did not. He tripped.
You fled.
Walking away, I know, isn't doing nothing wrong.
He was wanted for attempted murder.
Amongst five others.
Yeah, but the only one without an alibi.
Do it in longhand.
You must tell of a personal letter to me.
News with.
No inspector.
Mum, there's an urgent police matter that requires your attention.
Are they ready for Miss Wright?
Indeed, the Arm of.
What took them?
Ooh! Oh!
I'll have to go via the loose if you use the spray.
It's the wrong way round.
Diana, come in.
Yeah, we're off down to Bailey Street Mortuary.
Someone just in you would not believe.
No, Diana, love your jack plugs hanging, darling.
I think you think it's on lads.
Let's go for this one, I think.
So a little Chinese lady here, accident on the M56 here.
Dogs unsecured on the back seat with she here.
She's opened a bag of Maltesers.
A little Jack Russell, he jumps up front for some of that.
Boom!
A little Chinese lady, she goes smack to the back of another vehicle.
Ambulance as it happens. So a 55-year-old Miss Wright, ends up with the entire head, the entire head of the dog,
slam right down her little face.
You're taking me to see that.
I knew it'd cheer us both up.
According to his pedigree stud records,
the dog's more or less paid for a house and ate Bernard, darling.
I know I said I'd let you take the punchline on this,
but Diana, she needs lots of me. She's a bit of a shot on, comically, so do you mind?
According to her medical record, she's got a history of gastric
infections invoked by the ingestion of...
Dog semen.
So did Jack Russell push her, was he jumped?
One for Meg.
The left clavicle is crushed and grazed.
There's one for me. She's crushed and grazed.
Right, well, that man, the dog, needs a bashed.
Miller. What?
June, what about you? She needs moving up the queue.
There's another Downs girl missing.
I saw a misper report on Deering's desk.
Lads, you need to get me back to base.
Oh, my God. You've got the job.
Oh, my God. It's you.
How?
Sarge. Connie?
There was a Downs syndrome girl reported missing on Wednesday, just one week.
Yeah, they found her messing with the chocolate fattening thawtons, didn't they?
In her dreams, Dinah thinks we've just seen her on a slab.
Oh, no.
And this morning, when I was in here with the inspector,
there was a weird little flyer for a missing person.
Yeah, the other Downs girl.
Where's the report? There wasn't a report.
When they opened reception first thing,
that flyer was just stapled to the front door.
Well, it must have been put there last night, because it's not arranged since.
Yeah, I can get the lads to grade the image,
but I think we'll struggle with this last couple of digits.
Jocelyn drowned.
Just like Lucy Cook and Marge, I need that file too, Connie.
Thanks.
Yeah.
I know. You.
Joy.
This is between you and me, so we know what we're talking about.
You've just got a new boss, and you've
absolutely nothing to say about my promotion.
Yeah. You'll wish you weren't so high up if this turns out to be our fault.
Right, a girl disappeared about six months ago. Lucy Cook.
Where did we find the body?
The Downs syndrome girl, accidental drowning.
Where's if the body shall walk?
River, oh, well, South Bank, fallen into the river with a broken tibular fibula.
Explain why she never made it back to the bank.
Why?
What I thought was an accidental.
Who else worked the case?
None.
My none.
What's the honour about the bar me old bint?
Of course we know what he's going to say. He's going to say he was at my party.
Was it a birthday party?
Oh, yeah, baby. No.
I've checked, they've checked, we've all checked
the party video, and he's the only person not in it.
Oh, sorry.
Ask her who paid for the party.
Ask who paid for the presents because none of the others could be asked.
And then ask the vicious old bitch who shot the video.
Me.
Nobody was coming till I say I'd cover the bar.
How was Jocelyn White not filed as high priority?
Her parents reported a missing on Wednesday. You two brought her in.
She was high priority.
Yeah, Jo, you have the reporting officer.
No, erm, her parents called it off because...
Knock, knock, knock.
This was just for me. A little sneaky wanker, something.
No, her parents called it off.
And you ran without visual confirmation.
Just some way to run about. She's in the mortuary.
They didn't want her wasting her time.
No, no, she'd vanished two or three times
before. This was a storming off after a ballistic rail.
Her parents claimed it was never actually a missing person.
And she didn't live with the parents. She was an
electrically registered adult. She even had her husband.
That's two Downs girls drowned within six months. What if this is our trick?
What, you think they're connected? When did this girl go?
Well, nobody's filed a missing persons under that name, so we have to start.
Hello?
Now if you feel it, you can't go on
Because all of your hope is gone
And your world around is crumbling down
Darling, reach out
Reach out
I'll be there
With a love that will shelter you
I'll be there
With a love that will see you through
Ah, Jesus. She's got just paperwork we've got to read.
Right, erm...
Obviously we need to know we've posted this.
The lads are working on the phone number.
Joy, I've got your back. You've got my hat.
Let me start the talking with the boss and you kick in when you can.
If she let you get word in. Yeah?
Prepare a sealed briefing room, please.
Right. The data we've been given on Cathy Calvert is patchy.
So the circumstances of her disappearance can't be matched.
But the first two girls, Jocelyn Wade and Lucy Cook,
both turned up drowned within ten days of vanishing.
Which can't not give us hope for Cathy Calvert, right? If that's a pattern feature.
She's got to have been missing since last night and we think in grave danger.
And we haven't had...
Mum?
So this call was made using the last two numbers of seven and nine.
Oh, hello. Erm, I was ringing about the missing persons flyer.
Do you know where she is? You mean Cathy Calvert?
Who's this? Who's this?
No copper, right?
You know, it's weird. I often get mistaken for one, but no.
I work in Comet and I saw you later, right?
Yeah, right. Comet went bust years back. Just find her.
A read-al two minutes later, Lian was dead. Roaming VPN.
Bring Jocelyn Wade's parents in for aggressive questioning.
She interviews you assist.
You're taking me to Cathy Calvert's family and all we're doing is responding
to a potential missing persons report.
Could be a hoax or a twatting incident.
What do I mean? Er, trolling.
The only patterns we'll be discussing will relate to the furnishings.
Lucy Cook. Was she buried or cremated?
Er, buried.
Get your next summation order.
Go ahead, ma'am.
I want all officers on leave recalling.
If they're pulling sickies, set the car alarms off
and see how fast they can reach the
pavement, then drag them in and get them up to date.
Hello?
Detective Inspector Deering and D.C. Kowalska.
Let's take a look at this.
I thought they were the other shoes.
Oh, hello. It's only us.
And it will open.
Oh, Deering, Deering, 999. Little ratty's last supper.
For any of you, Cathy. It's Cathy year. Thank you.
When, where and where in what did anybody last see Cathy?
Who's Cathy?
She was reported missing. This address? Cathy and Calvert?
Oh, I are Cathy.
Do they mean I are Cathy?
Where are your parents?
They're in...
Where is it? Not going on, eh?
Oh, I can't, eh?
Oh, do they know she's missing?
Who is? Cathy.
Since when?
Who's got the most recent photo of Catherine Calvert of this address,
born 22nd September 1998?
Mmm...
No.
Mmm...
Ah, here we go.
That my dad's wedding?
Yeah.
When was that taken?
Saturday before last.
That's my other brother, Honeymoon.
Who was he travelling with?
Uncle Buck and Beryl, one of its kids.
No. Which airline?
Which airline?
EasyJet or Ryanair?
Um, EasyJet.
Cos my dad's phobic about trumpets since Afghanistan.
Didn't I used to cut your hair?
Very well, actually.
Fucking mercy, please. How'd this happen?
Is she not a mum? She's not a mum?
She's not, though.
This is you, again?
Speed bumps at 70... This is one fuck-up I cannot bail you out of.
Me? Yeah.
It's me that's got to go up to McLaren's office and explain the shit out of this.
No, we weren't, mum.
Her chromosome's so different.
No, Catherine Calvert, matching the same description,
was involved in an RTC we attended recently.
Oh, fucking hell. I wanted to see him on his own turf.
You're coming with me. Mind? With me?
Stand these people down.
It was a genuine error.
Well, you raised the alarm for three in a row.
Three Down Syndrome girls in a row with the presser repeating like parrots.
All this shit was appropriate.
You're chasing a girl who is evidently not Downs,
who hasn't even been reported missing by her own family.
This is nowhere near a three.
It's the same girl.
Catherine Calvert was riding up front on a
double-decker when it did an emergency stop.
Her X-Racial fractures on both of her
cheekbones, a broken nose, extensive swelling.
She vanished within a very narrow radius of the other two girls.
If we made the mistake...
If I do, it's because look at her.
Then so could he.
No.
We've seen this before.
You're not doing this to me again, Viv.
You've got something wrong, but you haven't got the nerve to admit it,
so you're letting your ego carry on regardless.
Disinterment order? No.
Declaring martial law? No.
Air surveillance? No.
Stand these people down.
Everyone to their first position spends as much as it takes.
What? Me?
One of us has to and I have a bomber to deal with.
Haven't finished.
Viv, whoa.
Now when to give up?
I asked for a private meeting in your office,
which you decided to have in front of my flock,
making unfounded allusions to my
professional fuck-ups in front of a junior officer.
Name one.
Stan of a guess.
What are you bringing that crap up for?
Despite this pantomime, you need reminding you're addressing a senior officer.
Fuck off, Darren. Give us a minute, because this is serious.
Viv.
This is the same case, sir.
If Kathy Calvert was down enough to convince a serial snatcher,
then she's down enough to deserve every penny we can chuck her away.
I'll have a much longer version of that if your prostates can stand it.
This is Jocelyn Wade.
We're deeply sorry for your loss.
She's gone, Mikey.
Do you know what that means?
I understand.
She's dead.
Does Mikey understand that, as Jocelyn's
husband, we'll need a pretty long conversation?
Ask him.
Fine. I've got nothing to hide.
No, Mikey. The only one to talk, sweetheart.
Come on. Let's go.
I'm going nowhere for a while, Laurie. I'm sorry.
Connie brought me up to speed.
What's one of those surprises, am I?
Sure, when have I ever planned your birthday, on your birthday?
If the heat dies down, you'll find me with
the band in the basement in whatever state.
Well, don't expect me. This is a real button.
But if I do get back, I'll loosen the bat, sir.
I just came by for a quick battery charge.
Tied me over for a while.
Mm.
What's the matter?
Can you each tell me where you were on the day and time of Jocelyn's disappearance?
Can you also state clearly for the tape
whether there were any internal family grievances
or disputes between yourselves and Jocelyn that
might have primed you to act grievously towards her?
A.E. were either, or were both of you,
involved in her disappearance or demise in any way?
Except we will be asking those questions separately.
Over a period of time and in...in full of context.
Well, primarily, I would like a big answer to...
What was your motivation for withdrawing the missing persons report?
According to our sources, Jocelyn was never
seen again by anyone else after that first day.
Did she come home?
Er, no.
Did you see her at her home in Northlandon?
No.
Who decided she was no longer a missing person?
Er, that was me.
Are we under suspicion?
Oh, God, no. No, these, erm...
These are just questions.
Can you give us your name for the tape?
Hey, Mikey.
Microwade? My potato head?
Simon, you're wrong. I can't sing.
I'm sure you can, Mikey.
Can you tell me where you were the day Jocelyn disappeared?
I was in the March months.
In the March months? What?
A clinic?
It's her town.
We only moved to Derbyshire because we
thought Jocelyn had fallen in with a bad crowd.
With no idea she was the ringleader.
By 18, she turned enough from prostitution to get her own flat.
Yes, we're illegal parents, but we haven't had control of Jocelyn.
And it was the police who said it first.
We haven't had control of Jocelyn since she was 15, 16.
What about her 14th birthday?
Broke nose me, collarbone him.
She pinned the social worker to the floor and peed on her face.
I was having sex.
With who?
Gary and Brenda.
Erm...
These are people...
They made you do things you didn't want to do.
No, I'm really good at it.
She made him... do inhuman stuff.
She didn't make him.
No, Angela. The idea came from somebody's head
first and it won't have been little Mike's, will it?
No. Sex for money?
If they didn't pay, Jocelyn wouldn't... but then come back.
Jocelyn... knew loads.
She meant a lot to you. Jocelyn.
She's everything.
Still everything.
Jocelyn Wade. She was a high functioning
member of the community while she was a prostitute.
And a young husband also rented his arse out for all it was worth.
Turns out to be Mum, do you think? From the Ralph Fax account.
And Lucy Cook was the Northchester Rose Queen in 2008, 09, 10.
All three girls vanished or were last seen alive in roughly this area.
Far as we know, Cathy Calvert shared no social contacts with the other two.
Well, she wasn't a Downs girl, so why would she?
Except she showed up somewhere within the
guy's catchment area with the same features.
He made the same mistake we did.
For somebody out there, folks, this is a big fat turn-on.
Cathy Calvert only looked the way she did for a very short period of time.
This fella moves like a dart, and so must we.
Don't go spunking the budget, dragging in cross-eyed on cuz of stepchops.
Concentrate on shops.
Addresses within sight are both stops close to where the abduction sites were.
Chop, chop.
Oh, and charm, charm.
Not coercion.
I'm sure as shit haven't got time for warrens.
Catherine Calvert, oh, yes.
I did her nose myself because we were so short-staffed.
Three sutures to the bridge of her nose.
First was a walk-in, second was 24 hours later.
I booked her into the Fractured Clinic to get her packing changed.
Packing?
Naso-ceptile dressings.
Her orbital sinuses had collapsed, so we had to, like, push
a roll of sterile underlay up there with Jackson-Forcepts.
Yeah, no, I get it right.
Um, when was this?
Saturday, 3.30.
Should have been cleared when?
Fractured Clinic's carnage the best of times, but
Saturday was Liverpool versus United, so God knows when.
DC Tanner to DC Kowalska, come in.
Hi.
Cathy came back to the hospital on Saturday to the Fractured Clinic.
Are you with Ruth?
OK, Ruth, so if you're travelling by bus...
Which is the nearest stop to the Fractured Clinic?
Belvedere Road next to the store stall.
This is Cathy outside the hospital on a second visit.
She's trying to get home, but was just a pack, so none of them were stopping.
Yeah, now look, now she's given up on the bus and started thumbing a lift.
Now you wait for it.
Wait for it.
And there, there's the white van stopping for Cathy.
Look at the real lights.
Yep, and it's had indicators on its way out.
Choose the number plate.
Yep, and bring it down.
Yep.
Smaller.
What are you squinting at?
I could read it from real.
I'm authorizing force-wide observations on all channels.
...for a white transit van.
VRM Delta Victor 51 Alpha Bravo Echo.
Drive to gap landing on site.
I guess about this guy picked up speed the second he saw us.
It was a 13-year-old at the wheel of Grandad's work van.
Come again.
Yeah, the Grandad was totally paralytic.
Kid straps bricks to his feet and learns to drive between her and Withingshaw.
Respect, actually.
Tumion.
Based on where we found Lucy and Jocelyn,
we've narrowed down to where they could have been put in the water.
We're working with the assumption that he
likes to keep the girls close to a drowns,
and that's the main target of the CCTV.
But the combined area is still way too big for the manpower control.
Ma'am, we found this.
It was on a scaffolding firm CCTV near Salford Bridge.
It's about an hour after Cathy Calvert was adopted, yeah.
Watch the white van.
He must have switched plates, because look at the near-side light cluster.
That's him. That's the fucker.
He comes off at the bridge and obviously takes a left.
Right. Both Lucy Cook and Jocelyn Wade
have traces of armed filings in their upper respiratory system.
Right, can you get that other map back up?
Um, sorry, if you please.
Right, Lucy Cook was found in the airwell here,
Jocelyn Wade, in this little river, or technically a brook.
Now, if he's turning right, then we're twiddling so much,
because to the right of the bridge, that's all new developments for aluminium,
but if we're looking for armed filings and he's taking a left...
..the only block around there that used to be, but isn't any more,
a foundry with heavy long-term residue of armed filings in the riverbed.
Right, and I know most of that,
because my sister, she bought a flat couple of blocks down,
and all you see on a Sunday lunch is rats, easy baller-styling cups
in each other's arses while you're chewing on your Linda McCartney.
Right, so that...
That is the most credible point of deposit into the river,
and this point, even whether he is, knows his Docklands,
and, you know, is looking that way,
is the only point where the current's strong enough
to transport our body downstream and pick up enough
armed filing deposits on the way.
I don't care what they say.
Sometimes you're really nearly worth every penny.
CHEERING
Tell everyone you're down-stream, are they?
They're wasting their time. Repeat, wasting their time.
Bonded Warehouse, 47120.
Left bank of the river, repeat, left bank of the river.
Up, please! Up, please!
Show yourself!
Up, please!
Are you serious?
Up, please!
Show yourself!
To the floor! Now!
To the floor! Now! Are you not betting the choice?
Hold your weapons here.
Where's the girl?
In the back.
General medical assistance will relay specifics accordingly.
What are you doing?
The girl's in there.
Yeah, but it's 60 and breathing with its legs open.
Uncuff him.
Back off out. Back off out.
Stop! Stop the vehicle now!
Do it! Get out!
Echo 265, 11 white.
What are you doing?
He drowned them. He put them in the water.
Get off me! Get off me!
He's jammed the pedal.
Cleaner's a whistle, ma'am.
Bonded in trouble, far.
He's here somewhere.
There!
DS3 is requesting urgent medical assistance
and lights on the water.
China!
She's in here!
Move you! Move you!
Pull the nice and hot.
Fan out my dogs in every direction.
I want every inch of this squad one searched.
Oh, my God. This one does not get away from us.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Can't they? Can't they?
Oh, God.
Rose.
Hello, sweetheart.
Can you talk?
I need you to talk, can't they?
Can you say your name?
No, no, no. Don't fall asleep.
I'm dying.
Stay with me.
You're all right.
I want to know how that man with a van, A, knew we were coming,
and B, managed to get past 16 vehicles, seven dogs and two dozen officers.
And we've got limited CCTV footage on the docks,
because it's still 60% derelict.
Right, listen carefully.
DS Freeze will explain how the rest of this long night's going to play out, Sarge.
What you just said in the car.
I didn't think you were listening. It was just a bit of conversation.
Yeah, most of it was.
Until you predicted what spikes just confirmed.
We're probably going to get zero from CCTV, therefore.
Therefore, just from search and arrest records,
we know that the population down at the dockside multiplies when the sun goes down.
So I'd put us on foot, ma'am.
Target the vagrants, target the prostitutes, because this guy we're after,
he knows that landscape like the back of his hand,
and I'm not being funny, but so do that lot.
Somebody must have seen him come and a-goin'.
See? A plan.
OK, get some scrum, and then ready your bones
for the other side of midnight in Manchester.
I'm never not listening.
Oh, Jesus, move the...
Oh, that's gone in like a damp proof course.
Oh, I was only in the ward three minutes.
Yes, but people have been shitting in it for centuries.
Ow, ow, ow, ow.
You've made this a very hard-sabout-faced day for me.
What are we supposed to make of you?
I want to speak to Kathy as soon as the medics are done.
She was asking for your alert. Did she that? No stuff to go near the girl
till after Dr Peeps finished psychiatric assessments.
Did she ask for me personally?
It's dine a dress like this.
She's just another patient till I personally sign her discharge forms.
I didn't hear that.
Think about putting the head into records to explain walkabouts.
There's a machine round the corner.
Buy her nice things. I'm gonna be no more appreciate shaving a shampoo.
You're a star.
How are you, gorgeous?
Remember me?
Diner.
I know I thought this had you weren't allowed in.
Um, I'm not.
I'm not. (sniffles)
But I had to see for myself.
You were all right.
We're flying your mum and dad back from Spain.
They're on their way.
You're looking great.
I've taken the packing out.
Really painful.
I said it should have been changed four days ago.
Cathy, you were seen climbing into a van outside the hospital.
I can't even remember leaving the hospital.
I'm trying, but nothing comes back.
Your tox reports show high levels of rohippo.
It can mask areas of pain.
Have you had pain in any other areas than you told the doctors?
Did you get her to ask me that?
What have I said?
Nothing hurts. Nothing else hurts.
It's okay, sweetheart. A good night's sleep will make every...
No, I'm not going to sleep!
I'm not! I'm not! I'm not!
No! No!
I'll come and see you first thing, yeah?
Please!
She's fine, Magda. She's been dried and sterilised.
But I've mabbed you the clothes, if I were you.
There's a time in Branson, you've landed on the hospital.
Hospital? What for, now?
Put you doing up.
We are not standing here.
Hi, Dan. Food. Come on!
No.
We were chasing a perp, and my shoe broke.
I fell on the water, that's it.
Flashlines, Mike.
Your mum died in the water and saved the girl's life.
Did ya? She did.
I saw a lot of things that I didn't know.
I'm not going to do that.
I'm going to do that.
I'll come and eat these.
We've got to eat so we can play in it.
No, honestly, thanks, Magda. We've got to get straight back, honestly.
Rest assured, I'll be back to fleece you again, don't worry.
Hey, come on.
You can take some food with us, though, if you've got boxes.
Decent-sized boxes.
What happened to the girl?
Erm, she'd gone missing and bumped down to her bad lot.
Yeah.
Now she's sitting up and talking, and she's going to be fine, honestly.
Her mum and dad will be with her by now, so...
And the boss told ya.
Catherine Calvert's parents didn't make it back from Spain.
Yeah, the flight vouchers the embassy gave
them, they bugged off in the opposite direction.
Senator Eep.
Yeah, I was going to wait till tomorrow to tell ya.
What time did they board that flight spike?
Before we pulled her out of the water?
Before they knew whether she was dead or alive?
Are you shitting me?
Well, she is alive, Dinah, thanks to you.
Sorry.
Nice to meet you, social worker.
Hey, Gary.
Hiya, mate.
Yeah, I need an emergency protection order
sorting for a girl you'll have seen in the news.
It's Catherine Calvert.
Oh, thanks, just, erm...
I need to wash my face and just give her a sec. I'll be right back.
Come on, get your food sorted.
You're gonna need it.
Mum, do us a big vodka, yeah?
Oi!
Mouth.
Don't need to be hearing that right now, does she?
No.
Not question, Ruth.
Something happened.
Your parents didn't make it back on me at Cathy.
Erm, what that means is...
They're not coming, are they?
It means who obliged to hand you over to social services.
Why can't just go home anyway?
Because every single member of your family is on drugs charges.
It won't be if I were there.
Cathy...
You don't have to go into the system.
There's room for you at my house.
Who else lives there?
My daughter, Tessa. She's 10.
And my mum, Magda.
We're a good team.
You're 16 next month.
What benefits are you entitled to? You keep it for yourself.
Blow off, save off, do whatever you want with it.
We wouldn't take anything off you.
You can take these now and think about it.
Or take them now and tell me to get the social workers off your back.
Do you... Do you need more time to think?
Or do we leave here together?
Take me with you.
Social services, I'm not going to be happy with it.
Don't remember what we both just said.
Right, I'll be as fast as I can.
Do...
Not... Move.