All language subtitles for Grace S02 E03

Please.

Please.

All OK.

No afraid.

All OK.

Callie? Taxi's here.
You ready?

Come on.

I just can't believe
it's really happening.

Well... you've waited long enough.

Are you all right?

We got an alert.
Draghead blockage alert.

'Received, over.'

The ambulance is on its way, OK?

Stay with us.

It's important you stay with us, OK?

Hey, so the vessel was on
a routine dredge some ten miles out

when it encountered a blockage
on the draghead.

There's some tears in the sheeting,

most likely took place
around the same time.

Yeah, his, er... his eyes are gone.

Sorry, I should've said.
So, what do you think?

Fish food, maybe?

But it could be predation
at the bottom of the sea.

Crabs?

Not both of them.
It looks deliberate.

A ritual, maybe?

All right.

Let's get a paramedic
to declare life extinct,

and, er... put a call in for
a Home Office Pathologist.

Already done.

Nadiuska's been called out
to an emergency.

She's gonna be four or five hours
at least, maybe longer.

But she's sending Cleo
to secure the remains

and transport it back to the mortuary.

OK.

Don't be nervous.

I'm not nervous.
You are.

Who are you talking to?
Luke.

Again?
Yeah. He's my boyfriend.

You're ready for us, are you?

Hey.
Hey.

I've been meaning to call.

Have you?
That's nice.

What happened?
Did you lose my number?

Shall we just be pros and...
and get on?

Nadiuska sends her apologies.

Yeah, I heard.

Yeah, but anything you can give us
to be going on with would be good.

Such as?
Erm... Any idea, at first glance,

how long he might have
been in the water for?

Er...
Well, Nadiuska will give you a better steer,

but I'd say maybe a few days?

OK, so I can go with "under a week", then?

How about the, erm...
The wound.

I can't see how far it runs

until we get him out of these wrappings.

Neat, though.
Definitely.

It's not a regular knife wound.

There's no scar tissue...

So, what are you saying?
This could've occurred postmortem?

Or close to it.
Same with the eyes?

Yeah.
Don't... Don't quote me.

I really have missed you.

Have you?
I wouldn't have known.

The last thing you said to me was,

"Call me when you get through with all this."

And that's what I've been doing.

I really was gonna call you this week.

I thought maybe we could go somewhere,
get something to eat.

There are things
that'd be good to talk about.

Hey, Cleo.

Hi, Glenn.

So, the skipper's keen to know
how long before they can sail again.

Another hour's delay unloading,

and they won't make
tonight's tide apparently.

Is this him?
No.

This is, er...
chief engineer, Dr. Marcus Backhurst.

He was aboard when the problem arose.

Dr. Backhurst,
Detective Superintendent Roy Grace.

Erm...
Is there any way of saying

where the boat might have
encountered the object?

Yeah. The co-ordinates were recorded
when we encountered the blockage,

and we can certainly get that to you,

but, unless there's anything else,

I've got a family thing
I have to deal with.

I just got clear.
I'm on my way.

'Where were you?'
You know where I was.

We had a thing come up.

"A thing"?
I can't...

I can't do this on my own, Marcus.
I shouldn't have to.

'She's your daughter, too.

'Whatever happened with us,
we said...'

..it shouldn't affect Callie.
I know. I'm sorry.

Has there been any word
on how it's going?

'No. Because it didn't "go".'

I'm sat here with her,
waiting to get a cab home.

But I thought...
'We all thought.'

But it... it wasn't suitable.

So, what now?
More waiting, I guess.

Er... the police said
my husband's been brought here.

He's been in an accident.
A motorbike accident.

His name's Noah.
Noah Cobb.

He-He's a
senior surgical registrar in this...

in this hospital.

We won't have furthers and betters

until after the postmortem first thing.

But with the removal of his eyes

and what appears to be
an incision into the chest,

we maybe looking at a ritual murder.

We're talking to
the Specialist Dive Unit.

They should be able to give us a steer

as to where he might have gone in.

I've also put out a marker
on any cases featuring anyone

of Middle Eastern
or Mediterranean appearance.

Good.

Well,
whatever lines of inquiry you think best.

You know what you're doing, Roy.

Unless there was anything else?

The body looks as though
it's lost one or two weights,

which could allow it
to drift a bit along the bottom,

but you'd expect that more
in stormy weather.

Lately, we've had fairly mild conditions.

So, yeah,
I should be able to plot where he went in.

I wonder if it's worth taking a look,

see if there's anything on the bottom.

Ten miles out,
and the sea could be quite choppy,

so I'll need to rent a bigger
dive boat than our inflatable

for working out there.
How easy is that to organise?

If you leave it with me,
I'll have you something by tomorrow.

I'm here.

Noah...

I love you.

No more bets.

'Where have you been?
I've been trying to reach you.

'I think we have a problem.'

You still here?

I'd have thought you'd be
wanting to get on, won't you?

They said first thing.
Who did?

The police.
What?

Well,
they rang last night to charter the Scoob...

I wrote it on the thing.

Don't you look?
What do they want her for?

I don't know.

They said they wanna take her ten miles out.

A dive team, she said.

Christ almighty...

You stupid woman!

What? What have I done?
They don't need you!

You can get to the bar and
bookies once they've gone.

At least we'll have something
coming in this month.

The police?
They just want her gassed,

and ready,
and someone to meet 'em at Shoreham.

Beggars can't be, Jim.

And you haven't exactly been fully booked.

And what with winter coming....
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The body is of a young male,
late teens, early twenties,

somewhat malnourished,

and of Mediterranean
or Middle Eastern appearance.

With the wrappings removed,
apart from the empty orbits,

a surgical incision
running from the sternal notch

down the median line to just above
the pubis is clearly visible.

Death probably occurred
four to five days ago.

However, precise cause is
going to be difficult to establish

given that we're looking at a donor.
Organ donor?

All the major organs
have been surgically excised.

The blood vessels have
all been tied off with sutures

before being cut through.

What about the eyes?

Harvested for the corneas.

This can be done by
enucleation or evisceration.

In this case, it's the latter.
The removal of the entire eye.

So we're not looking at a ritual killing

by some mad, Jack The Ripper-type, then?

No, Sergeant.
We've got...

a needle mark in the back of the hand...

a puncture mark in the neck,

another in the antecubital fosse.

All of these are consistent

with the insertion of cannulae
for drips and drugs.

So apart from the incision,
there's no injury or trauma

that might suggest why he was
in hospital in the first place?

He may have had some
underlying health condition,

but we're unable to ascertain what

because the affected organ
has been removed.

Well, he should be on a hospital list,
shouldn't he,

if he's a donor?
Mm.

Saskia, I'm so sorry.

I've just heard.
Sir Roger.

Roger, please.
Always.

Noah wasn't just a dear student.

Since coming to work here,
he's become a dear, dear friend.

If there's anything I can do,

if there's anything any of us can do,
you have my number.

You're very kind.
Noah is one of our own.

We're all here for you.
For both of you.

Thank you.

Here you go. You'll need this.
It's gonna be lumpy out there.

No, you're all right.

Bit of the old chop doesn't bother me.

Well, just take it.

What exactly are you hoping
to find out there anyway?

Anything, really.

Anything that might shed a light
on how that body came to be there.

She's fuelled and watered
and ready to go, Sergeant Walsh.

Thanks, Mr. Telby.

Detective Sergeant Branson, my oppo.

Glenn, this is Jim Telby,
owner and Skipper of the Scoob-Eee.

Good to meet you.
So, what's it like out there?

Scoob-Eee'll see you right.
You're coming with us, presumably?

It's your charter.

I was given to understand that
you've your own skipper.

You know where we're going, though, right?
Yeah.

Listen, any idea what a body
might be doing out there?

Couldn't say.

I don't fish in the dredging lanes.

But that's just the sea for you.

Keeps what she takes mostly.
Don't give much back.

You just bring her home in one piece.

Yeah, yeah.
A lad, was it, the papers said?

Young lad?

Yeah.
Drowning?

We really can't go into detail,
Mr. Telby.

Well, whatever it was,
it's an awful thing.

Kid losing his life like that.

Well...

have a good trip.

You need to put your coat on.

Hey, get it on!

You're worse than my wife.

Are you enjoying yourself?

I don't think so.

It wasn't in a weighted
coffin or a sailcloth,

which is I think what they use.

This was tarpaulin and breeze blocks.

I suppose it could be some kind

of private family thing, couldn't it?

What, a do-it-yourself job?

Sea-Burials-R-Us type of thing?
Yeah.

Presumably,
he could have been put into the sea

by any vessel
passing through the Channel.

But let's get his photo out
to French ports.

Other than that, it's Sussex,
Hampshire and Kent mispers.

Nick, can you take that?

Yeah.
What about the dredge area?

Are we checking that
for further evidence?

Yeah, we've got the
co-ordinates from the Sandfish.

Glenn's out there now.

Anything?

No, and there's no visibility.

Those were the co-ordinates
we got off the Sandfish.

Well, maybe, but...

The truth is, you're looking for
a needle in a haystack,

and that's assuming it's even
a needle that you're looking for.

Hey, lovely.
If you're looking for Glenn,

'he's somewhere at sea so his mobile
reception might be a bit choppy.'

Actually,
it was you I was looking to talk to.

Thought it'd be nice to have
a catch up over a cuppa or...

you can tell me all about
this new woman in your life.

Sure, when's good for you?

I've got a break about four tomorrow.

I could see you in reception?
OK. I'll see you then.

Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah, course.

The sonar's picked up a couple
of anomalies on the sea bed.

Anomalies?
Meaning?

Dredge area typically
is scraped clean by suction,

but sonar's pinging back off something.

Now, that could be anything.

Erm...

Discarded rubbish,
World War Two ordinance.

We get a lot of that with torpedoes
and unexploded bombs.

But this will have to be
the last dive of the day

because we're losing light.

All right?
Yeah.

You're gonna be OK, you know?
I know.

It's just that it's the third time,
that it was supposed to happen

and it didn't.

And I'm sitting there with mum

and I'm half wanting it to happen,
and half wanting it not to.

It was weird, man.
Hmm.

They open people up,

and...
You weren't scared, though.

And I'm waiting for the taxi...

And I'm like, "Oh, stress!"

They're always arguing.

They can't even talk to each other
on the phone without getting...

"Ar-r-rgh!"
Look, they... they worry about you.

That's all.

Nah. I'm just an excuse.
Hmm.

They never used to be like that,
you know?

I don't know what happens to old people.

I don't want to be like that when I get old.

Look, we should be getting back.

In a bit. I like the lights.

And I wanna get some chips.

OK.

'Roy, we've pulled up two more bodies.'

Two?
'Yeah.

'They're just loading the first
into the coroner's van now.'

But, listen,
they both look identical to yesterday's.

'The way they're wrapped up and weighted,
it's exactly the same.'

What do you think we're looking at,
then?

'I don't know.'

Just get them back
and into the mortuary,

we'll have Nadiuska on it first thing.

Seriously, I think the four
of us should go as a foursome.

You, me, Dom and Lisa.

We'll hire a boat
and just potter round the Aegean.

What do you say, Dom?

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Roy ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you... ♪

Sorry, I'm late.

All right?

You seem miles away.
Yeah, sorry. Erm...

Work. I'll park it.

So, what looks good?

Well, you do, obviously.

You're gonna have to do better than that.

OK.

No.
Show me more.

I don't know if you remember Shelly?

But she's broken up with Steve,

so she wants me
to go on a girls' weekend.

Anywhere nice?

Bramber Grange.

It's where all the celebs go.

Five-star spa hotel.
Boob job and Botox central.

Well, don't you be going in
for any of that rubbish.

You're perfect just the way you are.

Look,
I didn't come here for compliments.

You said you wanted to talk.

Yeah, look, I'm...
I'm sorry if I've been, erm...

off radar a bit.

Cassian Pewe going to see Sandy's
mum and dad, it's just...

But he's gone back to the Met now,
hasn't he?

Tail between.
You're Vosper's blue-eyed boy again.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

Although she was very odd today.

Not friendly, exactly.

But certainly less...

Openly hostile?

Yeah... Critical.
Yeah, yeah.

Well...

you might be hard work,
but you do know the best places.

Thank you.
Yeah, I haven't been here for years.

Last time was with
DI Dom Pope for my 40th.

The night before my...

40th.

He sent me a postcard this morning.

Him and his wife Lisa
are on a drinking tour of Germany.

That's probably why
he popped into my head.

Er...
So, erm...

Are we...
Are we doing puddings, or...?

Maybe we should just have coffee,
shall we?

There's some chips down there.
We can get some.

- There's nothing else to eat.
- Oi, you! Scab!

Why don't you piss off
back to where you came from?

This is British food for British people!

What are you looking at?
Go back home, huh!

What's your problem, eh?

Come, let's go!
Come on!

Come on, we have to help him!
No, no, we can't!

I'm stabbed!
Come on.

Come on!
The police will come!

Just stay here, all right?

Wait!
Hurry!

Is he bleeding?
Is it bad?

Call an ambulance!

You're gonna be...
You're gonna be all right.

I heard a siren!
Quick, quick, quick!

Could you help?
Help, please?

Help?
Yeah, ambulance, please.

He's been stabbed.
Stay with me, OK? Stay with me.

Kumba...

Do you think he's dead?

The boy from last night.

You saw the blood.

He was a friend of Babbar.

Where is Babbar?
A woman got him a job.

And papers.

He is a waiter in London with a flat.

What woman?
A rich woman. I don't know.

But he's going to send for me.

He is.

'The first body is that
of an unknown female.'

Caucasian.
Aged approximately 15 to 20 years of age.

Both eyes have been eviscerated.

Like Unknown Male One,

Unknown Female's torso
has a surgical incision

running the length of the median line,

the ribcage has been cracked
and all major organs

have also been removed
with considerable medical expertise.

Morning.

Morning, you.

Charged your phone up.

Made you a playlist.

'Please.'

Please.

All OK.

No afraid.
All OK.

'All OK.'

'Come on, the water is lovely!'

Ooh!

This is a cold place.

Yes.
But we are safe.

The second body
is that of an unknown male,

possibly of Mediterranean
or Middle Eastern origin,

whom we shall refer to
as Unknown Male Two.

Like Unknown Male One
and Unknown Female,

he has the same puncture wounds
one would expect to find

in preparation for medical surgery.

The same incision
made on the other two bodies

is also present here.

Eyes and all major internal organs
have also been removed.

With the discovery of two new bodies,

the possibility that
these were lawful burials at sea

can now be discounted.

From the condition
of all three sets of remains,

it now seems we are dealing with
some kind of trade in human organs.

So, what we saying,
that someone's killing these people,

murdering them for...
Transplants. Yeah.

Yeah, that's not a thing, is it?

We've all heard stories about,
you know,

people waking up in a bathtubs,
covered in ice,

and missing a kidney or whatever,
but it's urban legend stuff, right?

Well, clearly not.

In light of the flag you put on cases

involving anyone of Mediterranean
or Middle Eastern appearance,

Night's passed over a lad
stabbed outside a chippie.

It's where I've just come from.
Any connection?

Well, whatever they are,

they're most likely unclassified
or undocumented migrants.

"Illegals" in old money.

Cos if you've got nothing
to fear from the plod,

you're not just gonna run away when
your mate's been stabbed, are you?

It's possible our victims
were known to them.

All right.
Well, let's say

that all three of our victims
were from the migrant community.

What does that tell us?

It tells us that someone's picking
people who aren't gonna be missed,

and who are unlikely
to come to the police.

Exactly.
This is a professional, organised team.

Who are they?
Where are they doing this?

We need to find them,
we need to stop them,

and we need to do it fast

before some other young people are
gutted and thrown in to the Channel.

She's stopped responding to antibiotics.

The next thing, it's peritonitis,
more variceal bleeding....

I'm scared she'll start
going downhill really fast.

It's a transplant or...

Did they say...

how long?

A couple of months? Weeks?
I don't know.

I can't lose my baby.

I won't.

Human organ trafficking?
In this country?

Organised crime likes nothing more
than a rare commodity.

Is there that much money in it?
Organ price varies,

but on the red market,

a liver can fetch £200,000.

The red market?

You're looking at the same again
for the heart-lung.

And then you've got kidneys,
and corneas on top of that.

Migrants, you're thinking?
Well, I've got people on the ground,

trying to find anyone
who might've known the victims.

And you think it's just
these three victims or...

could there be more?

If there are any more out there...

we'll find them.

So, my extensive experience
as a detective leads me to believe

that you didn't ask me here
simply to talk about my love life.

No.

Look...

It's between you and me.

I don't know how much more I can take.

It's since he got shot.

He's just not my husband.
He's not Glenn.

In what way?

It was our anniversary
a couple of months back, and...

he booked a skydive, Roy.

Yeah,
he told me that didn't go too well.

He can't stand heights.

He drives like...

I'm scared to put the kids
in the car with him.

I don't know what's going on.

He's always driven like a demon.
Not with the kids in the car.

It's like he's had the fear gene
surgically removed.

And he's really moody at home.

Even the kids have noticed.

What about you. How are you doing?
I'm at my wit's.

I just wondered
if you could talk to him.

Yeah, see what's going on?
You're his friend.

Sure.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

CCTV of the chippie
stabbing in town last night.

What's the prognosis?
Could go either way.

Oh,
his mates didn't hang about, did they?

No.
Nor did the customers.

Except for... this young lad.

Now,
he did give his name and a statement,

but he had to get
his girlfriend home, apparently.

We've a delivery driver who saw
a couple of young women outside,

but they also ran off after the incident.

Right, I'm gonna check on
the progress with the Dive Unit.

Later.
Listen, I've been thinking,

we should put in a request
to the Home Office,

get a list of all surgeons
who have been struck off

within the last couple of years.
OK. I shall set the hare running.

Can we get closer in on the reg?

Maybe someone in the car saw something.
Yeah, absolutely.

Unknown Male Two,

they said they think
he might be called Babbar.

Friends with a black girl, no name,
but they heard on the grapevine

that she saw the stabbing
outside the Chippie.

Any idea where we can find her?
No,

but she hangs around with another
girl who frequents the arcades.

I can't go out tonight.
You had the police on board.

I don't choose who charters the boat.

Of all the boats in the harbour,
they just happened to call you?

And they just happened
to find those other two bodies?

That's right.
Look, I might need more money -

if I have to get away in a hurry.

It's my neck that's on the line here.

Well, when you're right...?
Yeah.

I am.

'Noah?'

He can't come to the phone right now.

Can I ask who's calling?
'Who's this, please?'

This is his wife, Saskia.
Who am I speaking to?

Y-You sent my husband a message
about theatre tickets for Wednesday?

Look, I...

I don't know who you are

or what's going on with you and Noah,

but you should probably know
he had an accident...

on his motorbike.

He's in Intensive Care in a coma,

so he won't be answering
your messages today or...

Wednesday or any time soon.

Can you hear me?

Manager says if it's the girl
that he thinks it is,

she could be called Kumba
or something like that.

She's always hanging round, apparently.

He say when he'd seen her last?
About an hour ago.

So do we have any idea
where else she might hang out?

No,
but he said she left with a blonde woman,

white, well dressed, thirties.

Well-to-do, he said.
He's seen her once or twice before.

OK.

My wife will be expecting me.

She'll be worried.

It's our anniversary.

She'll have been on to the coastguard

and the police by now.

I made a mistake, OK?

I screwed up.
I get that.

We can sort this out.

I gave you 20 grand
to take me to a place

where those bodies
would never be found.

You said it was the official site
for burials at sea.

The satnav was off, I swear.

Oh, come on.
An experienced skipper like you?

No, no, no.
You took a punt.

You thought that if those bodies
were discovered,

you could bribe me for a lot more
than 20 grand to stay quiet.

No.
It's not like that.

Look, forget about the money.
I...

I was just panicked when I said that.

You see,
that's what worries me, Jim.

What you might you say
when you're panicked.

And who you might say it to.

You know who tell no tales?

It was wrong.

What I did was wrong.

What you're doing is wrong.
They're kids. They're human beings.

It's a wee bit late
to grow a conscience, no?

I won't say anything.
Please.

No!

No!

Norman and Bella may have a connection

between the chip shop stabbing
and Unknown Male Two.

We think he might've been called Babbar.

Babbar?
Middle Eastern?

Syrian, possibly.

And we've a girl - witness to what
happened outside the chip shop.

She knew this Babbar, apparently.
Do we have a name for her?

No, ma'am,
but we've got another girl

that knows her called Kumba,
we think.

Hangs around the arcades.

Yeah, she was last seen
in the company of a woman,

mid-thirties, well dressed.

Could she be the talent spotter

behind whoever's recruiting
these unsuspecting donors?

If she's got this Kumba,

we could already be
looking at another victim?

Don't they need to tissue-type,
and have matching blood groups?

I can't see them plucking kids
from the street,

taking them straight
to the operating theatre.

Do we have leads on where
they might be doing that?

Well, wherever they are,

they're going to need specific drugs.

Immunosuppressants, certain steroids.

I've got a list here from Nadiuska.

Then, if we can flag anywhere

that has no business having any of these...

We need to monitor any unusual
activity along the coast.

Anything out of the ordinary,
I want it flagged.

You told me Telby was reliable.

That we'd be under the radar here.

Now the police have three bodies.

There's nothing to tie
any of this to you or me.

Nobody's ever gonna find Telby.

But, you know, if you're worried,
we can close down, go back north.

Joe, in 72 hours,

I've got a customer flying in
from New York for a heart-lung,

and two more from
Paris and Tel Aviv for kidneys.

We can't relocate and source
what we need to in that timeframe.

Well, however you look at it,

we've one less problem
than we had yesterday.

And one more.
We've lost our secondary surgeon.

Also,
we'll need to make new arrangements

for disposal without Telby.

When we fly back from
East Preston after the next session,

the pilot can take us further out.

We'll drop whatever we have
from the plane.

I'll find a spot.

And miles away
from that dredging area.

Will you have donors by then?

Two, potentially.

You know, I'm wondering if...

maybe we've come at
this from the wrong angle.

In what way?

Well,
instead of looking for bent surgeons,

maybe we should be looking for patients

who were on
the transplant waiting list,

but who aren't any more.
Yeah, but...

if you've fallen off the list
waiting for an organ,

there's probably a good reason for it.

Well, you're gonna have
three groups, aren't you?

Those who legitimately
came by an organ,

those who died waiting...

And those who got their organ
on the red market

and are keeping quiet about it.

Not bad for an old timer.

My great grandma
on my mum's side

was a Polish refugee, you know?
First World War.

I mean, everybody's come here
from somewhere, right?

Yeah,
but who can live like this?

Well, I suppose it beats
being picked up by the Border Force

and slung in one of those
holding facilities.

You know, at least out here, they're...

free.
I don't get it.

Would you get in to a sieve
and try and cross the Channel

if you didn't have to?
What, some of those holding camps?

What, that Jungle or whatever it
was called before it got shut down?

See, they're no better
than places they've run from.

But if you've got yourself
to a place of safety,

why risk your life all
over again to get here?

Who stops within sight
of the Promised land?

Poor sods.

'You know it's legal in Iran?'

Go on?
Buying and selling human organs.

Only country in the world, apparently.

Hey.

So, you said to flag anything
unusual along the coast?

There's a fishing boat,
the Scoob-Eee,

based in Shoreham
just been reported missing.

The Scoob-Eee?
Yeah.

Skipper is, um... Jim Telby.

Yeah, I know, I've met him.

The Scoob-Eee's the boat I went out on

with Sergeant Tania Walsh
and the Specialist Dive Unit.

How is she?
Oh, she's gone up.

Er... She was very tired, so...
It was very good of you to wait,

but don't feel like
you've got to stay on now I'm back.

I wanna help, Mrs. Backhurst.

I know you do, but you can't.

You know this transplant
waiting list that Callie's on?

I think there's a way around it.

There isn't, Luke.
No, but there is.

Look, seriously.
I've been looking online

on... on some social media pages.

You can buy a liver.

Serious, someone will get you
whatever you want.

Hearts, lungs, eyes, skin,
kidneys... and livers.

They'll do the operation, everything.

There's a whole bunch of pages,

people wanting to sell their organs -
all over.

India, Nepal, Bangladesh.

All over.

What about here?
In the UK?

Hey, come on.
Learn to drive, man!

I would like to get there alive
and in one piece.

You know your problem,
don't you, old timer?

No faith.

Oh?
In you or... God?

You know,
you can mock me all you like, right?

But it was God that stopped that bullet

from doing me some serious harm.

Seriously, though,
must you drive like a maniac?

There is nothing wrong
with my driving, all right?

Right,
so what is it you think you saw?

Sunlight glinting off something over here,
could be nothing.

Or it could just as easily
have been someone

keeping an eye on the
Scoob-Eee as we went out.

And now she's disappeared.

You know it's a thing, right?

The driving, the heights.

People who have survived a close call,

they get it into their head
that nothing can harm them,

but it can.
What is this?

Did Ari put you up to this?

I know you two talk.
No, I'm you're mate.

I just wanna make sure you're OK.
Yeah, well, I am, all right? I'm....

I am more than OK...

..now I know I wasn't dreaming.

Someone was watching us go out.

She's not coming.
She will come.

I think she's the rich lady
who got Babbar a job.

She has a Jaguar.
She will not have work for me.

I told her I would only come
if I could bring my friend.

See?
I told you she would be here.

It was our silver anniversary.
He said he'd be home by at seven.

But at nine o'clock, his boat was seen

going through Shoreham Harbour lock
and heading out to sea.

You think maybe he got
a last-minute charter?

No, we had a restaurant booked.
He wouldn't have missed it.

And was everything OK at work?

Oh, things were tight.
Had a couple of bad seasons.

People haven't got the money they used to.

But you hadn't had a row
or any kind of falling out?

No.

Well, he...

He was upset with me for taking
a booking from your people.

Police.
Divers, was it?

He lost his nut.

I couldn't understand why.
He'd done it before.

And I told him if he was that
bothered that he should cancel it,

but he says as it'd been booked,
he ought to see it through.

And he'd not stayed out before?

Not overnight...

but he did come home very late...
the week before last.

And I said, "Where have you been?"

And he said he'd got a charter
for night fishing.

Do you know who booked it?
No.

It wasn't in the book.

But he didn't seem himself
when he came home.

He'd been drinking.

You know, If I was gonna
dump a body at random,

I'd consider myself pretty unlucky
to have dumped it in a dredge area,

given the size of the Channel.
Maybe they got sloppy?

These people?
No.

Which means you think they put
the bodies there deliberately.

Why?

In the hope they might be found, maybe?

Who would do that?

Could it be Jim Telby?

Someone who needed the money,

and had a bad conscience
about what he'd got involved with.

I don't know.
I mean, he seemed pretty decent to me.

Well, maybe that's why
he rowed with his wife

about taking our charter.

I can't imagine whoever hired him
would've been too pleased

about the police taking his boat out.

So, they knew about it.

Oh, they knew about it.
That's why we can't find him.

What have we got on the Scoob-Eee?

Er...
Well, the last ping

from Telby's mobile had her ten miles out

and going in a south-westerly direction,

then nothing.

You think she sank?
No, I don't buy that.

The sea was as a calm as a millpond.

If the Scoob-Eee went down,
someone scuttled her.

All you'd have to do is open the seacocks,

and she'd be gone in no time.

How is he?

There was a rise in Noah's
blood pressure this morning to...

220 over 110.

Then it plunged to 90 over 40.

I've seen that happen to enough
patients to know that...

..Noah isn't coming back.

I'm so sorry, Saskia.

Is there anyone you'd like to call?

Any other family member you'd like
to be here to say goodbye to him

and give you their support?

Um...
Steve's on his way from New Zealand.

I'd like his brother to see him.

Of course.

You must take as much
time with Noah as you need.

Oh...

What are you doing?

Well, you have to be healthy
to work in a hotel.

Your friend had the same tests.

And, if everything is all right,

myself and my colleague Joe
will come for you.

You want to go to London, don't you?

You can get me a job there,
like Babbar?

A good job and a nice flat.
When?

Well, if your medical is good, soon.

Very soon.
All your dreams will come true.

I hope you're phoning to say
you remembered to feed my fish.

I'm actually calling to ask

what could cause kidney failure
in someone young?

'Something serious enough
to require a transplant.'

You old romantic.

Um...

PKD could do it.

Polycystic Kidney Disease.

Alport syndrome.
Erm...

Lupus nephritis.

'Is that really what you called to ask?'

I'm posing as a buyer
for an illicit organ transplant,

and I need to know why I'm buying.
'What a rich life you lead.'

Mm.

How's your girls' weekend?

Tissues and issues.

'Well, it looks nice on the website.'

Listen....

At the restaurant, I, er...
I didn't think.

Until I got there,
I'd completely forgotten that...

That you were taking me to the place
you had your last meal out

with your missing wife?

It really did slip my mind.

That's progress, isn't it?

'Sounds more like a senior moment, frankly.'

It's...

It's hard.

Competing with someone who isn't there.

It's not a competition.

Really.

That's what I wanted to
say to you the other night.

I've come to a decision.

I'm gonna have Sandy
declared legally dead.

That's...
That's a big step.

'Yeah.
It's also an overdue one.'

I-I'm, um...

I'm not...
I'm not trying to bounce you into anything.

'I know that.'

But I'm in, Cle, for the record.

All the way, if that's what you want.

Erm...

I can talk to you
about kidney failure until...

the cows come home, but, erm...

if you...

if you want to discuss you and me,

I-I think it's best
we don't talk over the phone.

If that's all the same.

Say, "Good night, Gracie."

Good night.

Roy.
We've, er, got another flag

for unusual activity on the coast.

Guy walking his dog yesterday,
first thing by Black Rock,

discovered a brand-new outboard motor.

The morning after the
Scoob-Eee went missing?

Yeah.

All right, have it bagged up,

brought in,
and checked for fingerprints.

Glenn, anything back on the DNA
from the cigarettes you found?

Yeah, they're promising tomorrow.

Oh, looks like we are in
the market for a kidney.

How's that?

I contacted a dozen
organ brokers last night,

posing as a potential buyer.
And we have just had our first bite.

One Julia Giroux at
Transplantation-Medix.com.OK.

Based where?
I don't know yet.

I'll get on to Interpol,
see if they've got any markers down.

Anything on the surgeons?
Yeah.

We've got a guy, a Doctor Samuel Peel.

He was done for purchasing
a number of kidneys

for patients from Turkey.

We also have a junior doctor in Kent,
a Tomi Yemisi.

He was struck off for lying

in order to get a job
as a transplant consultant.

Other than that,
it's all just a bit thin.

OK.
Keep digging.

She's here.

Mrs. Backhurst? Julia Giroux.
Come through.

This is my daughter, Callie.
Hello.

Erm... Can I offer you a drink?
Thank you, no.

Courtesy of snow in Basel,
I'm now on a very tight schedule.

If we may get to details
of Callie's condition.

As I said on the phone,

Callie has Caroli's Syndrome
with congenital hepatic fibrosis.

Which is leading to recurrent infections

in the bile ducts?
And portal hypertension.

The current transplant allocation
system is not meeting her needs.

What my mum's trying NOT to say is,

is if I don't get this liver out,
I'm gonna die.

Right?

Callie...

in today's world,
no person needs to die

if they cannot get the organ they need.

I guarantee, always,
to find a matching organ

and to effect the transplant
within one week.

A week?

There'll always be
a matching donor somewhere.

Roy.

Your idea about transplant patients
coming off the waiting list

for reasons other than
they received an organ or died...

I might have something.

So, I've managed to
identify two in the county

in the last eighteen months.

Kidney patients referred by
the same private consultant.

And they're no longer on the list?
No.

And they both later declined
an offer of an organ.

I called them.
They won't talk to me,

but at least it says they're still about.

Who's the consultant?

A senior surgical registrar
at Sussex Central Hospital.

Here. Doctor Noah Cobb.
Cobb?

Yeah. Why?
Yeah, well he was on my reserve list

because he wasn't actually struck off,

he was hauled up
before a disciplinary tribunal

at his hospital last year.

For what?

He'd expressed
some extremely critical views

on the legal position in the UK
on commercial organ transplantation.

He only avoided dismissal
through the intervention

of the senior man at the hospital,
according to reports.

When was he brought in?
About five days ago. It's tragic.

Saskia's losing a much-loved
and loving husband,

but the world is losing
a quite brilliant surgeon.

With quite particular views.

You spoke on his behalf at his tribunal,
we understand.

He gave one speech.
Just one.

All he was calling for
was an open and informed debate.

But the tabloids got hold of the speech,

and the next thing,
he was Doctor Frankenstein.

There was a backlash?

There's nothing moral about
a moral panic, I can tell you.

But I wasn't gonna just stand there

and watch a gifted young surgeon
being hung out to dry.

I've secured a loan on the house.
Money's in place.

Now it's just waiting.

And she said she can
have a match within a week.

What?

We've been waiting for this long,
and she can find a liver in a week?

Coming from where?
Somebody killed in a road accident.

You sure about that?

You know the dredger
brought up a body.

The one that's in the papers.
It was a teenage boy.

They don't know where he's from,
but I saw him.

They took his eyes and they cut him.
What's that to do with anything?

They said his internal organs
had been removed.

Two more bodies
have been found the same.

That's nothing to do with
what we're talking about for Callie.

You think I'd...?

I think you would do anything to save Callie.

Even if it means
turning a blind eye to...

..something terrible.

You don't know these people.
Who they are. Nothing.

What would you do, Marcus?

What would you do to save her?

Not this!
You don't know that's what this is!

Neither do I!

All I know is...
this could be her only chance.

Then, it's all on you.

I won't be any part of any of it.

When have you been, Marcus?

When have you been?

We have two patients
your husband referred for transplant

who we believe may have
received organs by illicit means.

You think Noah's involved?

His position on the rules governing
commercial organ transplants here

are a matter of record, Mrs. Cobb.

Do you think he might have acted
on those views?

You mean,
was he conducting illegal transplants?

He's dying!

He's dying and you're asking me
if he's some sort of criminal.

Misguided, perhaps, but...

Yes, it is outside the law
as it currently stands.

No, I would... He would..
he would never do anything like that.

Do you think it's something
he could've kept from you?

No.

So there's no instances of him
acting out of character,

or not being where he was
meant to be at a certain time.

No, our marriage wasn't like that.
We don't have secrets.

Mrs. Cobb?

No, it's nothing.
I just wasn't thinking straight.

In what regard?

I brought his mobile in
so I could play music to him.

He got a message asking him
about theatre tickets,

whether he wanted matinee or evening,

from someone called J who
signed themselves off with a kiss.

For one mad moment,
I thought he was having an affair.

Obviously, I didn't reply.

She sent a follow up, just a question mark.

So I called the number.

A woman answered...
not, not English, French maybe?

I don't remember exactly what I said,

beyond telling her that
Noah was gravely ill.

And then, the line went dead.

Intelligence from Interpol
concerning Transplantation-Medix.

Besides from a PO Box in Lucerne,

they have no
physical footprint on Swiss soil.

The local police have had their CEO
on the radar for some time.

Her name is Julia Giroux.

Swiss-French, clean skin.

But according to them,

she has suspected links
to organised crime in Columbia.

Are the Swiss Police
taking action against her?

Well, at this stage they're just
checking offences in Switzerland,

but it seems that Transplantation-Medix

have been very careful indeed.

And this is the woman
who wants to talk to you?

She wants to talk to Keith Taylor,
who doesn't exist.

And I put feelers out
on a dozen of these places

and she was the first one to respond.

Julia may be the J
on Noah Cobb's mobile.

What's this?

A surgical registrar on life support
at Sussex Central hospital

received a message on his mobile.

"Theatre. Wednesday.
Matinee or evening. J."

Theatre?
Operating theatre, maybe.

You tried to phone.
Dead.

It's most likely a burner.

But Wednesday could be when
the procedure is due to take place,

either afternoon or evening.

Well, if that's right,

we've got 48 hours to find them
before they kill someone else.

'Police divers have recovered

'two further victims from the same area.'

Sure, sure.
No, I understand.

But he's on the news now.

So I actually think we should be
cautious for the moment.

Oh, I have a customer
coming through on the laptop.

We'll speak later.

Mr. Taylor?
Ah, Miss Giroux, is it?

A pleasure to meet you.
Yeah, and you.

How may
Transplantation-Medix be of assistance?

Well, my nephew has kidney failure

as a result of Polycystic Kidney Disease.

He's 13, and my sister's afraid
he won't get a transplant.

I'm sorry to hear that.
Does your nephew have PKD or ADPKD?

I'm afraid I'm not familiar
with the medical terms.

But I, you know,
I can find all that out.

All I know is he's very ill.

He's got maybe a month,
my sister said.

And which hospital is he in?

No, he's back at home at
the minute in Brighton, Sussex.

Now do you have a clinic
nearby that you use...?

Well,
it would depend on theatre availability.

But we would make that decision
closer to the time.

Right.
And, and, er, how much is the overall cost?

The price of the service is 200,000 sterling.

Half on agreement to proceed,

and half when a suitable organ
has been sourced.

If you wish to proceed,
you know how to reach me.

Au revoir.

So?
No. I screwed it.

Hey, you did great, man.
No.

Come on, she couldn't wait
to come off the call, get finished.

It was when I started talking
about Brighton.

But is it her?

The woman hanging
about the arcade with Kumba?

I think it is her.

She's gonna need another surgeon,
though, isn't she?

With Noah Cobb on life support.
There's Gunnislake.

Yeah, Sir Roger.
What about him?

Well, I got hits for him on medical
sites in Romania and Colombia.

Both countries heavily involved
in organ trafficking.

And Julia Giroux has links
to organised crime there.

Roger, we have visitors.

It's all right, darling.
It's the police.

They phoned earlier.

If you could just get us some coffee?
Of course.

So you found us all right, then.

It's a beautiful place you've got here,
Sir Roger.

Well, thank you.
It was a wreck when I bought it.

My first wife never liked the place.

My daughter Katie, she loved it.

Do come in.

So, how can I help you?
Not more questions about Noah?

Yes and no.

Could you tell us if you've ever seen

any of these people before, Sir?

No, I'm sorry.
Who are they?

We don't know exactly.

Their organs were harvested
and transplanted for money.

And we believe here, in the UK.

What you're talking about
would be an impossibility.

Look, it's not just a question
of removing an organ

and popping it into a recipient.

Well, you would need a huge
team of people, presumably.

Exactly.

Besides,
why would anyone risk doing it here,

when they could go abroad,

where there are far fewer
risks of prosecution?

Where?
Romania?

Columbia?

You worked in both of those
places yourself, haven't you?

Yes, that's right.

My daughter, Katie,
died just over ten years ago

at the age of 23.

Liver failure.

I'm really sorry.
We... we didn't know that.

It was just after her death
that I went abroad.

My marriage had broken down.

And I thought a change of scenery
would do me good.

A teaching post where I could...
make a difference.

Oh, and then, of course,
I fell in love.

My wife, Gabriela.

Gracias.
De nada.

Thank you.

Have you ever heard of a firm
called Transplantation-Medix?

Or a woman named Julia Giroux?

I'm afraid not.
Who's she?

She's an organ broker
for a company based in Switzerland.

We believe Noah Cobb
was working for her.

Oh no, I don't buy that.
Not for a moment.

Whatever Noah's private views,

I can't believe that he would
ever have acted against the law.

This man is a liar.

See if you can find out who he is.
He's a cop.

Him and a woman
were nosing around the cattle,

trying to find someone
after that knifing.

Why?

He's just approached me to
buy a kidney for his nephew.

So what?
What've they got?

Three dead kids.

There's nothing to tie it to any of us.

And even if there was,
by the time they've figured it out,

we'll be gone.
No, they are getting too close.

We're here to do a job, Julia.
We all serve someone.

Even you.

And I don't think the people behind
Transplantation-Medix

will thank us if we cut and run now.

There's a lot of money riding on this.

Joe.

No-one is going to
thank us for getting caught.

So have the pilot on standby.

I'll notify the patients
we're bringing their operations

forward to tomorrow.
You bring in the donors.

Hello?
'Layla? It's Julia.

'I'm sorry to be calling you so early,

'but it is very important
you don't allow Callie

'anything to eat or drink this morning.

'Yes?
Because I have wonderful, wonderful news.'

DNA results on the cigarette butts
recovered from Shoreham Harbour

are a perfect match for a Joe Baker.

Considerable previous includes
Controlling Prostitution for Gain.

Intelligence has him NFA.

Now,
he slips in and out of the country,

but he is believed to be the British
end of a Romanian sex traffic ring.

The Jag caught on CCTV
outside the chip shop

was leased to a Joseph Baker?

Well,
he's clearly the man of the moment.

Fingerprints have just come through

with a clear set of dabs
on the outboard motor

that we found the morning after
Jim Telby's boat disappeared.

Guess who?

So, no fixed abode,
let's get his car index out there.

ANPR. TrafPol.
Let's see if we can find Mister Baker.

So you will stay with her
when you get to London.

Yes.

Sia?
I'm Sia.

Julia sent me.
Get your things, you're going to London.

Am I going to see Babbar?

Yeah, yeah.
You're going to see Babbar.

What about me? Kumba?
Your results weren't good.

We can't use you right now.
Come on. Come on!

Erm, I will send for you.

Gunnislake gave a very polished
account of himself,

little bit too polished.
Too well rehearsed, I think.

Do you think he's involved?

Well, he was mentor to a surgeon

we know was involved
with Transplantation-Medix.

Also he has connections with Romania,
Colombia...

Just through from Interpol.

We've got activity on a SIM
Giroux used in Europe previously.

She made several calls
to a number in Patcham

belonging to Mrs. Layla Backhurst,

including one first thing this morning.

Marcus Backhurst was on the Sandfish.

She also received a couple of calls
from the same unregistered phone

coming through a mast outside
Petworth at 16:13.

Petworth is where Gunnislake lives.

I think it's imperative
that we stick surveillance

on Gunnislake, ma'am.

'All units,
be advised Target One is now mobile.

'Surveillance One following at distance.'

They're really gonna do it?

They're sending a taxi
to pick us up now.

So go and have a shower.

Just one thing.

We're to leave our phones behind.
Well, that seems legit.

That can't be them, can it?
Maybe she's early.

Mrs. Backhurst?

Detective Superintendent Roy Grace.
East Sussex CID.

Might we have a word, please?

So, erm...

..what's this about?

We spoke to your husband, Mrs. Backhurst.

You saw Marcus?
What for?

I understand your daughter is in
urgent need of a liver transplant.

Yeah, she's not very well.

Well, we have strong reason
to believe that you may be

attempting to buy a new liver
for your daughter.

What?
She's on the NHS waiting list.

We're...
I don't know what you're talking about.

You had a phone call with
a woman called Julia Giroux,

the chief executive
of Transplantation-Medix.

That was at 6:05 this morning.

I've just been talking to people,
seeing if anyone can help.

Because the system isn't
doing her any good, is it?

But you know that the
purchase of human organs

for transplant is illegal, hmm?

I've just talked to people.
There's nothing illegal in that.

You'd do exactly the same
if you were in my position.

I've done nothing wrong.
I understand that you're desperate.

Do you?
Have you got kids?

Because unless you do,
I don't think you understand

anything of what we're going through.

I expect you've been told
that your new liver

will be coming from somebody
who was killed in a car accident.

That's not the case.

It'll be coming from somebody like this.

A teenager.

Round about the same age
as your own daughter.

This body was recovered from
the Channel a couple of days ago.

Her internal organs had been removed.

Callie's donor may still be alive,

but she will be killed
so that Callie can have her liver.

I cannot even imagine
what you must be going through,

but the law is very clear.

Mrs. Backhurst,
you may already be facing

charges of conspiracy to traffic.

They can attract
a substantial custodial sentence.

Mum...
I don't feel so good.

I've got to see to her.

I'd just like you to leave now.
Please.

Please, think very carefully
about what I said, Mrs. Backhurst.

You're not going to arrest her?
It's not her I want.

Let's see what she does now,
where she leads us.

What, you don't think she might abort?
Do you?

We'll keep surveillance on them.

Hello, dear!
Welcome.

We'll get you cleaned up,
some new clothes.

And then we'll take you
to your new job.

Take a sip of water.

Is it true?

What they said?

About my donor still being alive?

You think I'd do something like that?

They're lying.

They're the police.

They just don't want us
to go outside of the law,

so they make stuff
like that up to scare us.

I swear.

Here you go.

I'm fine.
I just...

I don't know how much
more of this I can take, Mum.

Surveillance One is keeping
a discreet distance,

but has Gunnislake's car
heading north

on the
Washington Roundabout on the A24.

Air Operations?

Hotel 900's already airborne,
just in case ground units lose him.

Seven minutes to be
over the roundabout..

Anything further on
Mrs. Backhurst's landline or mobile?

No, dead.
No calls made or received.

So here's your beautiful room.

So,
there's a lovely shower for you to use.

And after that,
a delicious glass of orange juice.

OK, so we'll leave you to wash.

You'll be all right, love.

Word in from Surveillance Two.
The Backhursts are mobile.

'Gunnislake now heading
south west on A23.'

Right,
they're getting out at Kingsgate Row.

Surveillance following on foot.

There, now.
How is everything?

Did you enjoy your shower?

Oh,
you haven't finished your orange juice.

I am very tired...
Oh, get some rest.

Oh, dear.
Let's get you to lie down.

Here, finish your orange juice.

Great.

Now, get some sleep
until your new clothes arrive.

They've lost them?

We've still got Surveillance One
and the chopper and on Gunnislake.

What about Mrs. Backhurst's mobile?
Can we track that?

Shouldn't we at least
harvest the liver now?

We'll wait for Sir Roger.
He'll be here shortly.

We need to be back at
East Preston Airport for 3:30.

Noah's replacement could make
a start with the kidneys.

You've orders from Germany
and Spain for those, haven't you?

Mrs. Backhurst and her daughter
will be here in 20 minutes.

Mrs. Backhurst's mobile's pinging
the mast nearest her home address.

Looks like she left it there.
Or was told to leave it there.

Just had a hit on
Joe Baker's car on ANPR.

Clocked on the A283, west
of Brighton about two hours ago.

And what've we got out there
in terms of medical facilities?

We've got St Philip's Hospital in Shoreham.
NHS, so unlikely.

Gunnislake's motor
just pulled into a petrol station.

Ground unit's just behind him.
You're on speaker.

'Surveillance Unit one.

'Target One emerging from the vehicle.

'Except it's not him.
It's a woman, sir. Long dark hair.

'Thirties, maybe.'

Long dark hair?
I thought he had short grey hair.

'So did we, sir.'

A wig?

It's Gunnislake's wife.
He's sent her out as a decoy.

Perhaps you should have
arrested Layla Backhurst

when you had the chance.
We didn't have enough evidence,

and we would have blown any chance
of catching these people red-handed.

Well,
I'd say that chance is probably gone now.

Wouldn't you?

Kumba?

No, it's OK, it's all right, police.
Look. Look.

You're not in any trouble.

Now,
I'm looking for a friend of yours.

A girl who knows a lad named Babbar.

This way.

Ah!
Here you are!

I hope you had a pleasant journey.
Please sit down.

All is good?

I just wanna ask, who's my liver coming from?
Cal...

Oh, no,
it's a perfectly understandable question.

From a girl about your age who was
killed in a car accident yesterday.

A car accident.
That's right.

Where?

I wanna know more about her,
seeing as I'm getting her liver.

What's her name?
I'm sorry,

but I have to protect
donor confidentiality.

But of course, after,
you may write, through me,

to thank her family, if you wish.

Now, Callie, if you don't mind going
with Nurse Maura to get changed.

And we'll bring you back
to your mother in a few moments.

'Just heard from Norman.'

He's found the Kumba girl
we've been looking for.

The one whose mate was friends with Babbar.
And?

She says Babbar's
friend is a girl called Sia.

And she went off
with someone calling himself Joe.

Joe Baker, presumably.

Seems both girls
were taken somewhere for a medical

by Julia Giroux.

Kumba failed the medical, Sia didn't.

Does she know where this place was?

They told them it was
somewhere near London,

but it sounds like some
big pile in the country.

You all right?

What are we missing?

What haven't I checked?

Look, we're across it all.
We'll find them.

Nick.
Where did we get to with medical supplies?

Any going to somewhere they shouldn't?

Er, I've only just received
the raw data through.

It's partial.

Put it up?
Yeah.

Jesus, where d'you start?

There!
Bramber Grange.

What is a spa doing with
immunosuppressants and steroids?

Good God!
You can't be in here.

This is a sterile environment.

Is she where my liver's coming from?
That's right.

Where's she come from?
I don't know exactly.

She was in a road accident.

Then how did her photos
end up in a room upstairs?

What photos?

These photo...

you liar!

Wait! What's going on?!
You're contaminating the theatre!

Get her out, for God's sake!
Get away from her! Get away!

What do you think you're doing?
She's still alive!

You sick bastard...
She's your one chance to live.

You don't touch her!
You don't touch her! I'll cut you!

I swear!
I swear!

Put it down, please.
Mum!

Mum!

Now!

You all right?

Have you seen my daughter?
Callie?

I'm looking for my little girl, please.

I just want to know where she is.
Sorry. Callie?!

Police!
Stop! Stop!

Stop!
Stop!

Stop!
Don't move, stay in the car.

Norman!
Are you all right?

Norman!
Get him a paramedic!

Get out of the car.

'Callie, it's Dad.

'The Transplant Co-Ordinator
at the Sussex Central

'has been trying to get hold of mum,

'but they couldn't get a reply
so they called me.

'They've got a liver for you.
Where are you?

'Can you be ready if an ambulance
collects you in an hour?'

Anything?

The girl in the operating theatre,

she's just sedated
according to Gunnislake.

There's still no sign of Callie?

We've got troops all around.
She'll be found.

Why are you involved in this?

You lost your own daughter?

She wasn't lost.
She died.

Every patient I have ever treated
was someone's son or daughter.

That girl on the operating table in there?

What I do gives meaning to her existence.

Meaning?

What do you think
her life expectancy would be

in her own country?

She'll be as likely to die
in childbirth before she's 20,

or be murdered by some religious
or tribal faction or other,

or die of AIDS.
But she didn't, did she?

She came here.
She was brave.

You don't know her story
any more than I do.

It's unwritten.

Oh, she's going to be
something amazing, is she?

Do something incredible?
A gifted sportswoman?

Promising musician?

No. She doesn't have to do
any of those things to matter.

She can live a normal,
unexceptional life,

like the rest of us.

You're a doctor.
You're not God.

You do not get to choose
who lives or dies.

But that's exactly what I do.
Every day.

And I've being practising
medicine long enough

to learn its one harsh,
inescapable truth...

..that you can't save them all.

But we can at least try.

Norman, she's here!

Callie?!

Callie, can you hear me?

We have found her,
completely unresponsive, we need paramedics.

Is she all right?
I just need to know she's all right.

She'll be given the best of care,
Mrs. Backhurst.

I promise you.

I wanna go with her.
Can I go with her?

I should be with her!
I know.

But that's just not possible right now.
I'm sorry.

Good night...

..my darling.

Will the girl make it?

Medics are hopeful.

She's receiving a split liver
from a motorcyclist apparently.

I'll be right here.
Um...

And her mother?

Well, whatever happens to Callie...
She's likely to receive a custodial.

What about the rest?
Gunnislake is singing like a kettle.

I can't imagine Giroux

or Joe Baker will be going
anywhere any time soon.

And she'll be all right, will she?
Sia?

She's currently in a barracks,
outside Farnham,

while her claim for asylum is assessed.

We also picked up her friend, Kumba.

Well, as far as
Transplantation-Medix is concerned,

it's good to go out on a win.

I'm sure you'll hear about it
soon enough, officially.

Erm...

I've been appointed
Assistant Commissioner at the Met.

Well, it will be good to finally
have friends in high places, Ma'am.

Thank you.

Though,
I can't imagine we'll miss one another.

We may not have always
agreed on everything, Ma'am,

but I've never questioned your integrity,
not for a moment.

What you do I...
I wouldn't even know where to start.

Best of luck.

I haven't gone yet.

That explains
the personality transplant.

God help the Met.

Oh, a word came through
on the search for Jim Telby.

The dive unit found an
anomaly on the sea bed

in roughly the right area for
the Scoob-Eee's last known position.

"And the sea shall give up its dead."

Hmm.

Listen, I..

I've got lunch with Cle,

but if you fancy a beer after work...

Put the world to rights?

Yeah I, er...
I can't tonight.

I've decided to go back to counselling.

And between you and Ari, it's...

Well...

if enough people tell you
that you're drunk...

..maybe it's not a bad idea to lie down.

Right?

What?
No. I think it's a...

..a typically gutsy move
from a man we both love.

Yeah, well...

I don't know.

It really felt for a while like I was...

..indestructible.

But that guy today...
I froze.

The mind plays tricks, huh?

I just...

..I just wanna get well.

Yeah, I know.

Grace.
'Roy? It's Dom Pope.'

Dom! I got your postcard!
How's Germany?'All right...'

Listen, I can't talk right now.
Unless it's urgent.

Can I call you back?

'Look, Roy, this may be nothing.'
Dom?

'And I know this sounds utterly mad...

'But I think I may have seen Sandy.

'I think Sandy's alive.'

So, what looks good?
'Did you hear me?'

Apart from me. Obvs.
'Roy?'

'Are you there?
Roy?'