I still have not buried my son.
Pushes Herbie buttons.
And when that phone went off,
her first thought was for Herbie's corpse.
Not you. Shut up, you don't know what you are talking about.
She was a kid.
Did your best.
So sorry.
Can't imagine what it must be like being on your own with a baby.
Er, live, can she?
Mani is an old John Pye-logical son.
You didn't know.
My offer still stands, soldier boy.
Is he coming back? Why?
He's one of them. He put me in that room.
The sun's was lost
But now I'm found
Was blind
But now I see
The Attis use on proper scrubbers.
If this nugget selling drugs is hardly inconspicuous,
have you never heard of Papaloon Escobar?
We've got a likely funster heading your way.
Yeah, Canadian Bratland from here.
Look at the skanky bird blocking of you.
Don't you think she's clever?
Is that the gear?
Out to be.
Police! Come here.
Hold it there! Move!
The gear's on the balloon!
Come in! Sit down there!
Donna? Donna? Shh!
What's your name for? Well, our window's pointing through.
It's a nice jacket. It's supposed to be reversible.
Come in. You're off your age, you.
Working for Nora Rastoff. Are you on drug?
Get in the back. Get in there. What do I put you...
Shut up.
Isn't that Cathy's sister? She's off.
I know who's not telling Donna.
And your brother's on her.
And for your own sake, don't waste this one.
We've just hit on her mother's crafters.
From withington to Liddenshire.
You don't have to go down with her. But I can't carry on living like this.
Come and talk to me, Mummy.
We need to be listening for names, places, is he talking money around, if he is?
Is it new currency or recycled cash? Any 50 notes?
Anything else? Yeah.
Countess credit cards for any we can't match up. None of this compromises you.
You talk such shit sometimes, Dinah. What? Just trained observation.
You're always at it. You're on a witch hunt.
Me? They're both of you.
Based on a child's complaint of a relocation of care homes,
Hayley Blunt has mixed up her agencies. He's not even a social worker.
She's wrapped her off with the Foster family who are looking after her sisters.
She's convinced Ewan's influential.
Somehow Nora knew we had the valice.
No, I'm not doing it. No, don't do it.
Right there.
Forget Hayley.
You're not prepared to go through with it, if only to help us rule them out.
Hiya. Hiya.
If you know what files you're looking for, this one's fine.
If you're ripping his whole laptop, you'll need this.
Mercy book it. His password.
It's key sensitive.
Gimp!
Can you access all that, computers? You can access cheese on toast.
That's Carly. Oh, wow.
What a stunner. Did you see her much? Yeah, more recently.
That's good. You're doing something, right? I'm
just paying for horse riding lessons on Tuesdays.
Well, for the affair.
Never an affair.
What about Christine Lichberg?
We're just colleagues. So you wived in sight of her and your divorce then?
She did, yeah. Well done.
She also sighted three other women I knew only
in passing, and apologized to them all eventually.
So, what ethics are under scrutiny then?
That is personal.
Oh. Shit.
Sorry.
Sorry, mate, can I have the bag I came with? Not the coat, just the bag.
Of course, sir. Sorry. I've got some sports gear with me.
Back in a minute. It's a five-year-old laptop, not with your licks. What are you doing?
Oh, shit.
Danny, come on.
Don't be silly. I'm not coming here.
I'm not going to be in this blunt as this, but
it's not that you're not right for me. It's just...
Cheerio.
Oh, dear.
So shall I. Half life.
Oh, I hear custody's full of Nora's infantry.
Well done.
Sorry, look back.
Danny.
Give us a stick.
Mugshot raffle time, everyone.
Come on, Spike, get your mugshots copied. You're going to miss out.
Actually, there's a bit of a problem with that.
Oh, no, no, no, no, Spike.
Gloating is compulsory. Names on the back, scrats in the bin.
So far, I've got three unlicensed drivers, two cocaine dealers, one weed grower.
And I've just bought the partridge and a pear tree.
The lad wants to meet.
Any answer?
Really well done.
Decommissioning this number of wet farts will seriously impact on Nora's.
Mate, no mistake.
Come on, Spike. I've been hearing all about your big bust today.
Are you shitting me?
You back on the gear?
Because that's the natural assumption when you
share a bag of chips with a man's own balloon.
Any needles lying round that house, Amy's going to be crawling soon.
I haven't even bought a wristless in five months.
Get that checked, detective. That'll prove it.
Don't you worry. I need you focused.
How's it going, Donna?
Late as day and hours.
Do you know how much this is going to hurt her?
Nobody asked Diana to walk into her lives.
Hey, maths.
As I recall, she didn't walk into your sister's life. She saved it.
I was in rehab when Alfa walked out.
I waited nearly a year to get into hospital and I worked for it to leave.
But I did, cos Cathy needed me.
Cathy rang only me.
What a crying shame.
You can lock her up again.
Listen, I think I was overcompensating earlier.
On the way here, I was like, don't talk work, don't talk work,
and then I just hit you with a full personal inventory.
You've no harder to thank for that.
She just seems to be all we're working on.
She's more my dreams than not recently.
How about you?
I've higher priorities.
Yeah, well, so have I, but 85% of them, somehow,
just trace back to the bloody atters.
But we'll still be sweeping up more attership when we're all dead.
So, you're the kid from over there who decided to polish up and serve the realm.
I'm good at this.
No, er, I come from that way.
I'm the posher than she is.
I'm the one who's been doing it. I'm the posher than shit kid trying to put it to good use.
No, you're kidding me.
I could check. You know I will.
My dad died well off, but Mum earned her own money.
And what's your mum think of you slumming it with us lot, then?
She's put me back together. Stuck me back in the decimatia time.
She knows that's where I'm supposed to be.
I like the sound of your mum.
She'll be sick of hearing about you.
Have I loved charger?
Where are the hearth samples?
You asking me for favours with Donna?
No, I am not. Be my guest.
Swing the bucket.
CPS reckon it's 50-50 for conspiracy to supply to stake.
Why risk the funds?
custody?
Yes, Mum.
Can you release Donna Calvert?
But not till the morning. Let her suffer.
Look what I just got off Ewan's laptop.
Lauren McGee, burnt to death above Nora at his vape shop,
was living in Forest Walk care home even though she had an auntie and Will
who said she could live with her.
Well, it makes sense. She wanted to be close to her dad.
He was a war veteran who was vulnerable.
But according to a social worker, Lauren did want to go.
Check out this email from a very persuasive...
...you and Murray.
This is me.
Right.
Afraid I'm low on coffee.
I'm not that presumptuous.
I've really enjoyed myself.
Bye.
Yeah, okay. So, we'll be...
...I'm guessing there's nothing glaring to report.
No.
He spends what he can, we went halves.
He loves what he does, he says what he thinks,
and he's a lot more honest than we are.
Each of the five victims had the decision on which care home they were sent to,
influenced by Ewan.
Is that not his job? I'm not sure. Is that not his job?
How? Have you been through his stuff already?
Ryan Parkwood, Kyle Blackwood, Laura McGee, Brian Lee Holland and Damon McKenzie,
all now dead, were moved from other sites into
care homes within Nora Atters' catchment area,
and these three were moved despite advice they'd
benefit from close proximity to family members.
Moved by Ewan.
What, and three's a pattern?
It's good enough for me.
I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Because he has one I prepared earlier.
Ryan Parkwood, Bright Kid, John Castor,
shifted to Brookwick Hair home in Manchester,
he was gifted at Maths.
And?
And one of the counselors at Brookway was a retired Maths professor,
so Ryan had specialist tuition for free.
That's what Ewan does for a living, he tries to make a difference.
You know what, I'm terrified for him.
This could be any of us.
Does it occur to you that Nora wants us cutting each other's teeth out?
Sure.
I just can't afford to let people tell me what to think anymore,
and I've seen what you two can do when you gang up on people.
How you feeling?
I need help in reception, absolutely shit storm brewing.
Don't worry, I'll go.
Well explain it to me.
Sorry to you.
This is Detective Sergeant Joy Frearsch.
I understand that your daughter hasn't come out.
She didn't arrive at her mother's.
Is there anywhere else?
She's been abducted.
Mr. Hislop, there's a big difference between somebody going missing
and being taken against her will.
This doesn't happen.
She always tells us where she is, who she's with.
She never said she was coming to me.
She's with a pedophile.
What's the matter with you?
She's been missing since exactly when, Ella?
Since she left school.
They've been talking for three weeks. Just follow me.
Sally, here's what, 15.
Weren't missing last night, supposedly en route to her mother's house
in Newell Green.
At 1645, Sally boards a bus at East Didsbury,
but not in the right direction.
1705, she just embarked at Joulton,
and then five minutes later, the last sighting,
on Rose Stonewall, close to Bluebell Woods.
For the last three weeks, Sally's been engaged in sexual
explicit conversations with the police. She's engaged in sexual explicit conversations
with Vincent Jepsen, 32, no previous.
You know you're getting old when the pedophiles look so young.
All right, some random snippets of chat between Sally and Jepsen,
just to give you a flavour.
If you pass these little "biedou" down to the back of the class,
you will all see that young Sally is definitely no angel,
mouth like a stinking sewer.
What's with the felt tip?
To prove the chat is in a sting by the police.
The groom asked the girl to write a name
to guarantee she's a real individual in real time.
Yes, well, disturbingly, Sally has had sexually graphic conversations
with five other nances over the last year.
What is wrong with that?
The latest contact with East Charmers three months back.
Whereas she only gave Jepsen her address four days ago,
and ominously, today is his second day off work.
Attic, seller, garage, wardrobe,
every nook and cranny of this fucker's world turned inside out.
As well.
Vincent Jepsen.
Yeah?
We've all aren't set to the premises.
What?
What the fuck's going on?
The rest of you for the online grooming
is suspected abduction of Sally Hislop.
What bullshit!
Then what's happening?
It was a sign for operating.
She caught at me.
I told you she was 15.
Just two comments of a sexual nature to a child under 16 constitutes grooming.
And you made over 200.
More incriminating is that you didn't once ask Sally to desist
with her "graphic" suggestions.
If we were Spanish or German, this wouldn't even be an issue.
Actually, half of Europe, standardised Cornish pasties and an echo's cakes,
but you tried defining consent in adult.
This schoolgirl said she was on all fours in her gymnicas
and asked you to come round to choose which orifice to stick a dildo into.
I know you attempted.
Yeah, but I don't think I was going to go through with it, does it?
What is your why you think about this?
On the non-spectrum, he's looking more palanski than Savile.
His alibi's holding up.
Freeze his passport. We are way past the first 24.
OK, from the conversations, it looks like these four arranged to meet Sally.
Do you think she actually went through with it now?
That's not an issue. There's a pattern regardless.
Each of them goes to ground immediately after the final contact
when they've agreed date and time to get together.
But sex offenders re-offend.
So why aren't they hanging around on line?
This is another filthy fuckers' firewall breached.
Uncle Finbar chatted with Sally in February.
Real name, Finton Coily.
Coloured for sniffing a girl's hair and reeling one off
underneath an ice cream van outside Sandalwood Primary in 2010,
who said romance is dead?
Er... Hang on.
Oh, no, it's a false alarm.
Tampering in Patia, back Friday, via Heathrow.
Well, at least you'll have a surprise, won't you?
Right, Finbar. You have a positive idea.
Ooh, I love you.
Meet me at Sally's dad's garage.
Sounds like the walls can talk.
Yeah, I am right there.
Right. Are you?
So, is this exclusively the dad's garage, then?
Yeah, well, all the Mad Max mechanics shit.
He's had it customised once he won custody so he could work from home.
So, how did Laura Cassie and Elbow Grease for a thorough scrub?
And fresh Magnolia to conceal the grizzly deed.
But...
is there a right kick in the Jackson bollocks?
There's blood everywhere you look.
He must have slung her about like a slaughtered chicken.
Why, is it always the fucking dad?
And this is just to stop a black man from walking through your house.
I'm hoping there's still three in the wardrobe.
Take your pick.
You need to tune in.
She's talking about mergers.
She's bitten off more than she can chew.
Specifically? Nigerians.
Right, nothing's been agreed. She's made no investments.
So, you get nothing from me now that touches her.
GPS number?
Might be interesting to set that statement.
What's your interest in this money?
These people eat her alive.
And me.
And you.
And this is gonna cost me what?
You tell me what's worth when you find it.
If you do.
Add my way. We'd fry his balls while we went for DNA.
Add it your way. He couldn't lead us to the body.
You nugget.
Oh, yeah, right, mate.
Oscar's all what?
You sure he don't know we're coppers.
It's back. Yep.
Your father's house gonna need a new gauntlet tonight.
Manny Atter has made the first strike against his mother.
Go and get it.
Yes, ma'am.
Right, Sally has a lot.
I spoke to her dad's last minute. Three incidents of violent conduct at his previous job.
Now, that says to me he isn't
self-employed just so he can look after his daughters.
What, so he finds out she's an internet porn sensation,
what is out, inadvertently kills her?
Could be.
Well, there's a lot of blood for a beat in the glar, then.
Yeah, I'm sorry. Take this.
He's paid to sound smart, Joy.
Honestly, this smell's not going away for me. What are you doing later?
I fancy a drink and I do a mean lamb ulti.
Why are we celebrating?
There's been a breakthrough on Norata.
You really think that any of the low-life spikes
through to it would be able to penetrate Nora's defences?
Confessions of them grooming care home kids on her behalf, mate.
Eight o'clock.
Good.
You were right about Ewen. Come on. Quick.
My mum always told me I was gullible.
You were blindsided for a few days, love.
Some get it wrong a whole lot longer.
Since when did homelessness become a festival?
Somebody with him?
I turn round.
Look over here.
Get the cut.
Explain to me why we trust in money, Ata.
Because Viv trusts money, and we trust Viv.
I turn round.
Oi! Do we throw shit in your garden?
Shit!
Give me that.
Joy, what... Joy, they'll cease to expose to her.
Go with it.
What the fuck's that?
Shit.
Sick bastard.
That's right.
There couldn't be more time, Lee.
He is gonna regret taking the piss out of me.
Hi.
Shit, he off-licensed, but the man says it is perfect with lamb.
Come in.
Thanks.
Ah, thanks for having me around.
What is this?
Reversal for Miss Friday Street.
What?
Your job...
was to protect them.
Dress-passing's naughty.
But a late night rendezvous with money Ata puts you right up shit creek.
You know, you've got this so wrong.
Maybe we have.
Either way, we arrest you now,
and the Atals have you back in their position by midnight,
or you play along,
till we figure out how to deal with this,
and I guarantee your safety.
Pat them down, Joanna.
What, is this really necessary?
You tell me.
Whoa.
When you think you've seen everything...
Get him out of here, Joanna.
Mum, I...
No, I don't want to hear that that was for my benefit,
stymied by protocol or anti-corruption with their box ticking.
Which takes forever to clear.
And how many more lives does he ruin in the meantime?
Any investigation of a fellow officer goes through me.
Never do that again.
Understood?
You must feel like getting to Ata Deacon more than I do.
You in?
I'm in.
Sully's dad?
Yeah, he, erm...
He was handing out leaflets till midnight.
He got drunk in some dive-down Piccadilly.
Fellas leaving his girl.
And now he's back giving fires to commuters.
DNA results.
There's three different blood samples in that garage.
Three?
And Sally is at one.
Three blood samples identified.
All with previous for-sex offences.
We've found Sally's other predefiled.
It's coctus.
What are you doing?
Fell at the first hurdle, sugar.
These are transcripts of conversations you had over a three-week period
with Sully Hislop, then aged 14, in March.
It's your name, Gregory.
We can prove this is you right now.
Interesting location for a rangers tattoo, that.
Don't make us pull your kegs down.
But I didn't meet her.
Which we wondered about.
From the date that you had arranged to meet,
you were admitted to Withinshaw and Fermry with a broken eye socket.
I failed down the steels.
So, that hospital visit's not in any way connected to your home?
That hospital visit's not in any way connected to your blood being splattered
all over the floor of Sally's sad scarrage.
I've been a blood donor.
You never know what happens to that stuff, do you?
Even thinking about Sally breaches your probation.
So, stop talking about her, then.
Dirty nonsense, got off, lucky.
You're meant to be looking for Sally.
We've just talked to Gregory Mumford.
Scottish, Gregory.
Sounds like he had a right surprise when he turned up for his date.
That's the least he deserved.
Captain Bareback, married, two teenage daughters, muston.
Mary's tiles, divorced, pregnant girlfriend, three bed semi and simplety.
And Sally had nothing to do with it?
She hated it.
So, you wrote on your own daughter's flesh.
But, visual antisem, it compromises evidence, Gary.
She's having the money to investigate, never mind prosecute.
Go on, how many of these were already known to you?
Hey, nailed on, Gregory's got previous.
The intention was to put him on YouTube.
So, why didn't you?
Scottish Gregory turned up.
Licking his lips, cheek-winding, sweaty snout in a plastic bag like a picnic.
So, you hit him?
With everything I had.
You know who's got it.
It's not Jeppson.
It has to be.
Why not one of the others?
Would you come back?
And the one who didn't turn up?
He gave him your address.
What if he came and took her away thinking that's what she wanted?
According to the trade spotting guide to rattling baguettes,
you've got a right workout looming.
Nausea, abdominal pains, sweating, shaking, agitation, hallucinations, depression. Isn't it time he gave me some idea of what you think I've done?
Hmm.
You sifted vulnerable children into locations within Nora at a scatchment area.
All that from a meeting to buy some gear?
Now, we assume that you procured the children for Nora.
What was Manny's involvement?
Lickburg begged me to come to your armpit at the station
because nobody else had the passion and commitment to run the unit like me.
I turned down two promotions to stay in child protection.
And to have access to a supply of vulnerable children.
How many other kids have you stayed into Nora's hands?
Looks like we're in for the long haul here, Jonah.
What's the scrum like? Oh. Do you have any idea what kind of prankers you're living out there?
Do you know that?
I'm sure Jimmy
I know.
My little girl's dad didn't even try.
Always listening outside a room.
My dad did not.
Did you have boys in there?
Sometimes more than once.
Once, she stayed upstairs for three days.
She said she wouldn't come back down until he put our bedroom doors back on
and we got our phones back.
Sally said that she'd get me another phone as well.
Two phones?
Well done, Dinah.
Get it!
Sally, on the pay as you go in the lining of the school bag.
See if it's live.
And don't ring it.
She's tied up in some stinking cello.
We'll need every advantage.
Police!
Dobby!
Found her!
We found Sally, this lot.
She's down here!
Is this about the...
It's not us.
She's just a mate. She's got nothing to do with it.
Come here.
How come he's nothing like the spotty, constipated smack heads, Ionic?
Robbing all ladies' bingo money.
Spare any change, Miss Stock?
Looks respectable. Holds down a good job.
How does a pretty boy from a privileged background end
up sticking this shit in his arms in the first place?
Met it mate at uni, had access to pure grade opiates.
Graduated. Moved on.
Stayed clean for the next 12 years.
So... forgive me, but what made you start again?
Pressure of the job?
The system.
The depravity, the wasted lives.
Throwing a failing marriage and that's a volatile combination.
Guess so.
And now money owns you.
Your girlfriend's just found Sally his lot.
Yes. Will you tell her I'm sorry? Dad, I'm so sorry.
No, that's not your word, baby. Come here.
I swear I was coming back tonight.
Does it know what else to do to you? No, it's not. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Does it know what else to do to make you start?
Ella can't go through that.
They're saying about two years, but...
could be eight, it could be nine months.
So two years then.
Let it go.
Okay, come on.
I've had you started.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I wanted to make it safer.
I know.
Go ahead, son.
The rest of you, don't even follow the hand.
Do not ask this to them, anything.
Anything like this.
Who looks like Ewan wants to talk?
Bet he does.
M6, Scouse says,
five kilos of coke in a container and apples.
And you bring the lappies.
Where's Amy?
Smoking crack in a cork.
She's upstairs.
You got a new fridge?
Cheap finance.
Donna told me about yesterday.
So your bad news is old news.
Waste the journey, what a shame.
Crystal meth in the top cupboard, cold cane in the shed,
and I swept any needles under a rug.
Amy should be safe.
Apart from the passive skunk smoke.
I know from her eyes down, and she's not on the gear.
And it's not just a maritime,
but the company she keeps.
When Alpha disappeared,
so did everything that we had in the bank.
If it wasn't for Donna, I don't know how we'd have coped.
I offer to help, and she appreciates it.
But getting Cathy back on her feet
helped me get back on mine.
We're sisters, that's what we do.
How's your tessa?
Oh, no, no.
Deodorant, shaved legs, sending me under.
Couple more years, she'll be your mate again.
Prince Chamonnier is on the verge
of shedding all his guilty secrets.
I thought you might like to share the moment.
I need to call Carly.
She's expecting me.
This is my daughter.
Hiya, sweet pea, it's Dad.
Things are a bit busy at work,
so Mum's gonna have to take your ride in.
I love ya, bye.
Bet she's gonna be so proud of her, Dad.
37.
37 what?
Kids.
Do you remember their names?
I need my files for them all.
All to the attars.
How many sweatshops does Nora operate?
It's many, just that one.
Yeah, Nora knows what happens there.
Two of those kids had a dose.
No, they were just giving credit cards.
You really believe that?
Yeah.
You can take that as a reminder.
Thank you.
It's not a favor, I hope it cripples you.
Now is the time to tell everything.
Rowan Berry.
Who's that?
He's 14, stayed at Forest Walk.
What about him?
Three weeks ago, Manny asked me to adjust his record.
Why?
Who knows him here?
Did you see a motel, a bone shopper, arms response?
PSA Pete, Stuart, you stay down in the lobby, task, eh?
What is happening, Stuart?
All clear, ma'am.
We'll take a false alarm.
I want reinforcements of this hotel.
This again is gonna be more protected
than the truth about Lady Daz, Ginger One.
Rowan Berry, 14, lived at Forest Walk.
Need back up to the city server in in Manchester.
We'd make a good team at Gaunt's Animal.
Now bringing me in isn't what made him admit the names.
I wasn't, sir.
Oh, and Carly's photo, a master stroke, floored him.
No, he was too relaxed after the phone call, calm even.
Hang on, it's Wednesday.
Hulst ride in Tuesday, she doesn't go riding tonight.
He didn't call Carly.
It was a warning, he must've called money, quick!
Jonah, Jonah!
Jonah!
Rowan!
Unlock this door!
Where is it?
He's locked in the bathroom.
Open up!
Bridget!
I need ambulance.
You're in an overlock, so the city's safe again.
He didn't tabble anything.
That wasn't an overdose.
That was money.
Come on!
Warrants, search your premises, don't be a fool.
Let's go.
We have a confession.
Father charges.
Donner Calvert and Nora, a firm friend.
If your son has crossed a line,
what are you gonna do about that?
This is a peaceful protest.
This is not a peaceful protest.
A force your ears,
The exact opposite.
Mum, only good things.
No, it's really not, Mum.