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♪ I can take a road that'll see me through ♪

♪ You can say the sun is shining if you really want to ♪

♪ I can see the moon and it seems so clear ♪

♪ You can take a road that takes you to the stars now ♪

♪ I can take a road that'll see me through ♪

♪ I can take a road that'll see me through... ♪

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I made you a coffee.

Thanks.

Morning.

Hello.

I was going to let you sleep.

Oh, I was just dozing.

What time did she get off?

Mm, about three, I think.

Oh!

You know, I've read all the notes.

There's no mention of night terrors.

Must be a new thing.

I'll ring Hannah later this morning.

Why don't you go back to bed for a couple of hours?

I'll keep an ear out.

Oh, no, I want to be here when she wakes up.

OK. Coffee?

Yes.

Want some breakfast?

Uh, no, I'm good. Thanks.

Um, I need to go home and get dressed before work.

Um, the Inspector's taking the day off,

so I need to cover.

Well, right, um...

..better get off.

Is that it?

What? You just going without so much as a conversation?

No. What do you want to talk about?

Last night.

What do you want - marks out of ten?

No, no. No, I just thought...

Er, best not to.

That's what I've always found.

Bye.

Out of interest?

Seven!

Seven.

Seven.

Morning!

Morning.

Been out for your morning run?

Not now, Zoe. I've gotta get to work.

Oh, come on, love. I'm all right, Mum.

Well, the hospital said you could still be concussed.

Doesn't mean I can't walk.

I'll open up.

You know you should phone the police.

Tell 'em what?

I didn't see anyone.

You know who it is.

What's that?

Hi, Margo.

No, it's fine.

I'll swing by there on my way in.

OK, bye.

Oh.

Can you see it?

How bruised is it?

Good idea!

Ems, it's the police.

I'm DS Williams.

I called 'em, all right? It's either that

or I'm going to go round his house and batter him.

Might be best if I have a chat with Emily on her own first.

It's OK.

So...

..Danny told us what happened last night.

And the message this morning.

Do you want to tell me when all this started?

About three weeks ago.

I started getting messages on my social media.

Comments on my posts.

"Who do you think you are?"

"You're too fat to wear that."

Usual stuff. I...

..didn't take too much notice, if I'm honest.

But then I, uh...

I started getting messages on my phone.

Same sort of thing, but a bit more threatening.

Threatening how?

"I know where you live."

Things they were going to... do to me.

Do you still have 'em on your phone?

Just scroll down.

These are nasty.

Every time I block the number,

they just come from another phone.

And these ones

are the ones you got last night?

Yeah.

We went for a drink after work.

I was, uh... I was walking home.

This is a bit sick.

I panicked, just...

Just ran across the road without looking.

Got hit by a cab.

It wasn't their fault. They were really upset.

Ran me to A&E.

Will you need to keep my phone?

Uh, no.

We'll get screen grabs of everything before I go.

So, last night... did you see anyone?

No.

But I knew they were there.

They knew what I was wearing - a red coat.

Oh, God, I was so scared.

I'm not surprised.

Can I ask, um...?

Danny said if you didn't call the police,

he was going to batter someone.

What did he mean?

Emily...

..I can't help you unless you tell me everything.

Mum thinks it's my ex, Mark.

And why does she think that?

Came out of prison three weeks ago.

Around the time the messages started?

He called me.

He said he wanted to see me.

I said no.

And can you tell me where I can find him?

The thing is,

the more I think about it,

she was a bit too old for me anyway.

True.

And both being in the job,

well, we'd just be talking about work all the time.

Exactly.

Yeah, probably be quite boring.

Yeah!

Mum's on her way back, but she said to drop these off.

Three coffees.

Oh, I love you being closer. Mwah!

We aim to please.

All right, Kel? Morning, Zoe.

Here,

you haven't got any friends Kelby's age, have you?

Seems he's back on the market.

No.

Margo! Ignore her.

But I'll have a think.

Thanks, Zo!

Bye.

Thanks. Bye.

Her mum never reported she was having night terrors.

But Hannah said we did the right thing.

Just try and comfort her as best we can.

OK.

She, um... She seems very wary of me.

She didn't want me in the room when she was upset.

Apparently, the only men she's been around

were other drug users, so probably not the best role models.

She just needs to feel safe and that she can trust you.

Things will get easier. Promise.

I know.

Come on, then. Time we got you dressed.

Rosie?

I want to watch TV.

Mum always lets me.

OK, ten more minutes.

Margo, can you pull up the file for Mark Weston,

22 Morland Crescent?

And can you check these phone numbers?

I'm guessing they're pay-as-you-go,

but see if you can get any mast locations from them.

Start with the latest one,

see if they were anywhere near Kenny's Wine Bar

on the high street and Coopers Meadow.

Rightio. Coffee's on your desk.

Cheers. Uh, Kelby, can you look into

this girl's social media feed, see what you can find?

Emily Buswell!

You know her?

We went to the same school.

Our mums were really good friends.

She's lovely.

Old girlfriend?

Nah. Well, I nearly asked her out once,

but... she was way too pretty for me.

What happened to her?

Uh, looks like she's being stalked by someone.

Oh, that's terrible.

Can you see if you can find anyone she's fallen out with

in the past month? Um, derogatory messages, trolls,

that sort of sort of thing.

Mark Weston.

Recently released from Exeter.

Served three years of a six-year sentence for GBH.

Victim was a 25-year-old from Birmingham,

here on holiday with his family.

Three previous convictions - criminal damage,

possession of a class A drug and ABH.

Sounds like a sweetheart.

Did you locate the CCTV?

Link's in your inbox.

Ta.

She was clearly terrified.

But I can't see anyone there.

It... It's all they had.

Let's see what this ex-boyfriend's got to say for himself. Yeah?

Mark Weston? Yeah.

I'm DS Williams and this is PC Hartford.

Can we come in?

Nice of you to ask.

Last time you lot come round, you just kicked my door off.

I'll take that as a yes, shall I?

So, what can I do for you?

Do you know Emily Buswell?

Emily?

Yeah, I know her. Why? What's YOUR problem?

You're talking to ME.

Am I supposed to have done something here or...?

Miss Buswell has been receiving threatening messages.

And you think that it's me.

Is it?

I ain't seen her in three-and-a-half years.

You called her when you got out of prison.

So what?

So... she said she didn't want to see you.

And then a few days later, the messages started.

She dumped me while I was inside.

We didn't even have a conversation, so I thought...

You'd pick up where you left off.

I thought, if she was going to dump me,

she can do it to my face.

Must have made you angry when she refused.

Can I see your phone, Mark?

I ain't got one.

But your parole conditions would have stated

that you need to register a phone number.

Yeah, I lost it. When?

A couple of days ago.

Saving up to buy a new one.

So, before you lost your phone,

and apart from the day you were released,

have you contacted or attempted to contact

Emily Buswell in any way? No.

I don't believe you.

Well, that's your problem. Not mine.

Malicious communication is an offence,

and we have a police cyber unit

dedicated to gathering forensic evidence

that deal with this sort of thing.

I'm very happy for you. Well done.

Can I ask where you were last night,

between 11pm and midnight?

With a mate. Name?

Billy Roberts. Where?

At his house,

22C Hayfield Flats.

And this... Billy Roberts,

he'll vouch for you, of course?

Of course.

I can't work out what she saw in him.

Me neither.

Check out this mate of his.

But no doubt he'll say they were together all night.

Did you tell them about Mark? Yeah.

Let's hope he gets what's coming to him.

You know, you did the right thing

involving the police.

Yeah.

Mm.

Oh, and I, uh, spoke to Katie.

She said there's no rush getting back to work.

It's only when you feel up to it, all right?

What about her hen night?

What about it?

It's been organised for months.

Oh, I can't just let her down.

You're not letting anyone down.

You've just come out of hospital.

No-one's expecting you to go.

Well, your mum's upstairs.

I've just got to go home, grab a few things.

All right, see you later.

We've identified the mast

Emily was connected to last night on her way home.

Luckily, it was the only one anywhere near where she was.

I can hear a "but" coming.

The phone that sent the messages

didn't connect to the same mast.

But it had to. They were following her.

They could see her well enough to know what she was wearing.

Sorry.

Oh, you'll never guess who's here!

Kelby! Hey.

What are you doing here?

Well, I heard what happened, of course,

and I just thought I'd come and see if you're all right.

Oh, bless.

Can I get you something, my darling?

Oh, no, thanks, Mrs B. I can't stay long.

Well, go on, then. Sit down.

I, um...

I read your statement. I hope you don't mind.

Course not.

Must have been horrible.

I don't think I've ever been so frightened, Kel.

I really thought someone was going to kill me.

Nothing's going to happen to you, OK?

I promise.

Whoever it is,

they'll have to go through me first.

Mum is taking drugs again,

but she says she's definitely going to stop this time.

I'm sure she is.

There's a class in prison...

..to help her get better.

Mum said the first thing she's going to do

is sign up for it, and then she can come home

and it'll all go back to normal and I can look after her.

Well, she's very lucky to have you as a daughter.

No-one in the block helps us, really.

Mum gets a bit... upset when she's taken something

and they don't understand.

But they'll see how different she is

when she stops taking drugs.

Yes, they will.

But until your mum's better,

you're going to be staying here with me and Humphrey,

if that's OK?

He's a bit weird.

He can seem that way sometimes,

but once you get to know him properly,

you'll find out how lovely he is.

And we've got to get to know you, too.

What food you like to eat, what TV you watch.

I like fish fingers and burgers.

Great.

Then that's what we'll have for tea - fish fingers.

Chips or mash?

Chips. Right.

Rosie and I have decided

we're having fish fingers and chips for tea.

Excellent.

With, um... Excuse me.

..lashings of salad cream, of course.

Told you he was weird.

He likes what he likes.

And we're all allowed to do that.

Doesn't mean you have to do the same.

Good.

Can I have some crisps?

Um, yes. I'll see if I can find some.

Well, that felt like a bit of a breakthrough.

Um, yeah. Yeah, um...

Did she just say I was weird?

Well, she didn't mean it like that. She meant... funny.

Funny?

What, as in...

..funny ha-ha or funny peculiar?

Hard to tell.

Yeah, I'm thinking more peculiar, perhaps.

I mean, she seemed rather puzzled when I mentioned conkers earlier.

I'm not sure kids play conkers any more.

Point taken.

So, my mission, if I choose to accept it,

is, um, to switch from peculiar to ha-ha.

I think maybe just relax a bit. Let her get to know you.

Right. So, just, uh...

Be yourself.

Gotcha. As in?

Read the paper. Do the crossword.

Don't try too hard.

Crossword. OK.

You were right about the phones used to send the messages.

All pay-as-you-go SIM cards. None of them registered.

There's a surprise.

OK, let's get someone from the cyber unit round

to look at her computer,

see if we can pick up any IP addresses

from the stuff posted online. Will do.

How was she?

OK, I think.

But you could see how much it's got to her. Mm.

Are we any closer to finding out who it is?

Afraid not.

I'll get back on her social media.

See what I can find.

I know - why don't you go to the station

and see how Esther's getting on?

Would you mind?

No. It's all quiet here.

A-Actually, um, yes.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to pop my head in.

See you later.

Oh, thank you. Cheers.

Right, come on. It's lunchtime.

OK. Coming.

Uh, Sarge, I think you should see this.

Looks like Emily has been having a bit of an argument

with a social media influencer called Abigail Marsh.

What about? Well, it started out friendly

until about three weeks ago,

when Emily criticised one of Abigail's posts,

saying the image was heavily filtered.

Abigail said it wasn't. Emily said it was.

Abigail said, "Get a life."

Emily said, "I've got one, unlike you."

Abigail said, "Whatever." And then Emily said...

OK, right. I get the gist. What else?

Um, other people joined in

and everyone started chucking insults at each other.

It's like being back in the school playground.

When you say other people joined in, how many?

Abigail Marsh has 23,000 followers.

Great.

So, we've got another 23,000 suspects.

Potentially.

OK.

Dig out the worst messages and find me names,

and get an address for this Abigail Marsh.

We should talk to her.

Afternoon.

Sir. Wasn't sure we'd see you today.

How'd it go?

Oh, uh, well, it's, uh... It's early days,

and we're all still getting to know each other.

Um, Rosie thinks I'm a little weird.

Hmm.

No! Surely not.

Uh, yes, apparently so.

Martha says not to worry, but, as I say, early days.

So, what have I missed?

Uh, malicious communication.

Just off to talk to a potential suspect now.

I can fill you in on the way? Excellent.

Ta.

I had one of those.

That's what it is, isn't it? A dodgy mole?

Where on earth did you come from?

Sorry.

Martha asked me to drop these off.

Home-made fish fingers.

For little Rosie, I think.

Oh. Have you met her yet?

No.

Martha and I think it's best

if she has a bit of space while she settles in.

Too many strange faces might overwhelm her.

Right. Mm.

Anyway, with the mole... It's bad if it's crusty

or changes shape, I think.

But mine was just dark.

Hmm.

Sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

No, it's all right.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Do you want me to take a look?

Oh, good heavens, no.

Um...

When did you find it?

It's when I hurt my shoulder. It was...

It was just by the bruising.

Maybe that's what makes it look odd.

I'm sure that's what it is. Mm.

Right, I'd better drop these off.

You should get someone to look at it, though.

Someone who knows what they're looking for.

Mm.

Oh, hello.

I'd like to make an appointment, please.

Anne Lloyd.

Um, can we stop at a book shop on the way back?

Of course. Why?

Oh, uh, well, with Rosie,

I've been very much surplus to requirements so far.

You know, very firmly in the funny man category

with no discernible purpose.

But I'm thinking I could come into my own

with a bedtime story.

I was second-best reader in my class

three years running.

Ooh. Who was first?

Binky Atherton.

He had this really high-pitched voice

which made everything he read sound somehow more exciting,

like something amazing was about to happen.

Fell out of the window once reading Lord Of The Flies.

I won THAT year, though.

Ah, thank you.

Thank you.

People listen to what I say.

That's why brands come to me to promote their products.

You get me?

Mm, I get you.

That's why it's important to protect my brand.

It's my living. You feel me?

Oh, I f... I do.

And you believe that's what Emily Buswell did?

Threatened your brand?

I was promoting a new make-up range.

Girl said I'd filtered the images.

And had you?

That's besides the point.

Whatever I do on MY platform

ain't for anyone else to worry about.

Is that why you and some of your followers

posted some rather denigratory messages

aimed at Emily?

I never did nothing de-neg-atory.

I don't even know what that means.

Insulting.

Well, that's what you get

for sticking your pointy nose in other people's business,

innit?

Yes, um... Where were you last night?

I was here.

Streaming until late.

Streaming?

Talking to people online.

And can anyone vouch for that?

Yeah, a few thousand people.

You know, it's quite a big step

to go from an online spat

to sustained threats of physical violence.

I know. My money's still on the ex-boyfriend.

You've interviewed him?

Yeah. Nasty piece of work. He's got an alibi.

Says he was at a mate's house.

You don't believe him?

I wouldn't believe him if he told me my own name.

Yes, but we've got nothing to link him to the calls.

Apart from him conveniently losing his phone

when I asked to see it.

Yes. Well, my experience with this sort of thing

tells me that once people start doing it,

they find it very hard to stop. Mm.

Let's hope he makes a mistake.

It's him. I know it is.

We spoke to him this morning.

And? He denied it.

Well, course he did.

Um, the problem we have

is that with everything being done online

or on unregistered phones,

tracing it to an individual can be a little challenging.

He threatened my daughter's life.

Yes, and we're taking that very seriously.

Whoever it is knows we're watching.

They'd be stupid to do anything.

Ah, that's the trouble with Mark. He IS stupid.

I'm going for a walk.

I'll go with her.

So, um, Kelby came to see you?

Oh, yeah. It was lovely to see him.

Back in the day, me and his mum

used to think him and Ems would get together.

Oh, Kelby's quite a catch.

Oh, I know.

I nearly called him

when Ems and Danny had a blip a while back.

I think Danny was worried

that she'd want to see Mark again,

but they sorted things out.

Shame.

Kelby's always been a bit shy,

while she was the life and soul of the party.

I still think they would be perfect for each other, though.

Can't believe she passed over Kelby

and went for Mark Weston.

She's always had a thing about bad boys.

What is it about bad boys, eh?

Truth is,

I think she's still got a soft spot for Mark.

Mind you, it'll be over my dead body.

You do the book shop, then. I'll get the drinks.

Righto.

She's my best mate! You've just come out of hospital!

I'm going! There's nothing you can do. I'm going.

Oh, talk to her, will you? She still wants to go

to Katie's hen party. I can't let her down.

She said not to worry about it.

Of course she did. But that doesn't mean

she doesn't want me there.

Oh! Why should he be allowed to just ruin my life like that?!

Maybe if you dropped her off and picked her up.

I'm not sitting here, knowing that all the girls

are at the hen night and I'm not.

OK.

Well, I'll take you and maybe just wait outside.

You have me on speed dial, so if anything happens,

just press one and I'll be there.

Thanks, Danny.

So...

..come on, then. Spill.

There's nothing to tell.

I had a few too many after the wine launch,

stayed at a friend's house.

You don't have any friends.

Yes, I do. Who?

None of your business. Just give me my drinks, please.

You know I'll find out.

There's nothing to find out.

Well, if it isn't the elusive Sergeant Williams.

I'm hardly elusive.

I tried calling. I'm working.

I would offer to buy you a coffee,

but it looks like you're sorted.

I'm on the coffee run.

We could always go for a drink later.

I'm not sure it's a good idea, actually.

What, scared?

I mean, not that I'd blame you.

I read somewhere that women of a certain age

like to stay in their comfort zone.

Well, that stung a bit.

You don't know anything about me.

Not entirely accurate.

And given what I do know about you,

I thought it might be nice to find out some more.

But, I mean, if you're too scared...

The Grey Duck? Nice and quiet there.

Just a drink, not a date,

if that makes you feel better.

I have a meeting later, but I could make 9:30?

Esther? So, the phone used to send the messages

last night was nowhere near Emily

when she received them?

No.

And that's true of all the earlier messages as well?

Yep.

Well, I mean, some of the earlier messages

were quite specific.

I mean, one actually points out

which shop she was in.

Erm... a lot of them say what she was wearing,

all of which suggests that whoever sent them

was physically following her.

But the phone data shows us that couldn't have been,

so how is that possible?

It isn't.

OK, so... I've dug out the worst of the trolls

from the Emily Buswell page.

Uh, there was 11 that were pretty nasty,

but only five of those are in the UK.

And of those, the closest one to Shipton Abbott

lives in...

..Stevenage, Hertfordshire.

Doesn't sound very promising.

Agreed.

So, whatever we do, we end up back at Mark Weston?

Yes, but without anything tangible to substantiate it.

So, what? Bring him in?

Perhaps. But let's, um...

Let's regroup tomorrow,

see if any more information comes in.

I'll stay on a little bit longer, sir,

if that's all right?

Maybe I can, um,

cross-check all the mast data again,

see if we haven't missed anything.

So, uh,

Hans Christian Andersen

or, uh, Brothers Grimm

or Pinocchio?

She's nine.

Well, Nanny Bird used to read these to me

until I was at least double figures.

Although I do remember being mildly terrified

at the thought of a talking puppet.

Well, we shouldn't frighten her.

No. Um... Though, to be honest,

that does wipe out a huge chunk of children's literature.

Well, what about Aesop's Fables?

You can't go wrong with that.

They're more moral pointers than cautionary tales.

The Tortoise And The Hare.

Boy Who Cried Wolf. That's a good one.

Oh! Lion And The Mouse.

Whatever you think.

Yes.

Emily! Emily, hi!

How are you?

Did you like your fish fingers?

They tasted funny.

That's because they're home-made.

Still liked them. Oh, good.

Well, you can help me make them next time.

You're tired. A bit.

You know, when I was your age,

my dad used to read me a story to help me go to sleep...

..so the funny man

thought he would read you a story.

Would you like that?

Will you be there as well?

Yes, I will.

All right.

"There once was a shepherd boy who was bored,"

"sitting on the hillside watching the village sheep."

"To amuse himself,"

"he took a great breath and shouted..."

"'..Wolf! Wolf! There's a wolf!'"

"'It's going to eat all the sheep!'"

"All the men who were working"

"down in the valley came running up."

"When they found out it was only a joke,"

"they laughed and went back to their work."

"The next day, the boy tried the same trick again."

"As before, the men..."

Well, that was a triumph, if I say so myself.

She definitely started flagging after the eighth story.

Yeah, OK.

Nine, maybe.

Do you, um...

Do you think she likes me yet?

Of course she does.

Though not as much as I will if you pour me a glass of wine.

Are we allowed to drink in charge of a child?

You're the policeman.

Mm. I shall turn a blind eye.

It's so beautiful.

Won't be long before you're getting married.

Oh, my God, it's gonna be never. It's gonna be never.

So, where are you going on your honeymoon?

We're going to the Maldives.

I'm so jealous. I'm going in your suitcase!

I'm getting in your suitcase.

Oh! It's our song!

Yes! Let's go.

Come on. Let's get some fresh air.

It's OK. Come with me.

It's all right. It's all right.

I've got you.

Oi! What you doing?!

She's fine! Get off her!

Don't touch her! Back off!

Get off her! Leave her alone!

Ems?

You all right?

Ems! What's happened?

Ems! Ems!

Emily!

Ems!

Well, there's no one reason I'm still single, I guess,

but building a business

and making that a priority must be part of it.

That's a bit of a cop-out.

Is it?

So, no successful men have partners?

OK, so maybe their priorities change.

And for some,

it's something they find later in life.

Still think it's a cop-out.

If you're still single,

it's more about you as a person than what you do for a living.

OK, in the interest of full disclosure,

I'm also a bit picky.

So, what about you?

What's your fatal flaw?

I think, basically, I just don't like men.

Right. Well, there's nothing ambiguous about THAT.

Well, I just find them a bit... obvious.

Obvious how?

You can generally see the cogs working.

So... So, for "obvious" read... predictable,

and for "predictable" read... dull.

And so what about MY cogs?

Oh, I never look at a man's cogs on the first date.

Oh, so this IS a date?

Slip of the tongue.

Or subconsciously you're hoping it's a date.

Or dreading. One of the two.

So, is all this anti-man rhetoric

because you get too much attention?

Or maybe it's not enough, because you scare them all off

before they even get started.

Who said I was anti-men? Uh, quite the opposite.

I think they have their place.

Which is?

Well, that very much depends on the man

but, generally,

a little bit lower down the food chain

than they think they are.

And if I can scare them off,

I doubt they're worth having in the first place.

So, what about Zoe's dad?

What about him?

Well, he must be different.

I'm not sure that's something I want to talk about.

Can I ask YOU something, though?

Of course.

Last night was fun.

But it was what it was.

Why did you ask me to come for a drink?

Well...

Oh, sorry.

Hi, Kelby.

No, don't call the Inspector. He's on bedtime story duty.

Oh...

No, I'll be there as soon as I can.

OK, bye.

It's work. I need to go.

Well, that's a shame.

Is it? Or...

..maybe it wasn't work.

Maybe I asked Kelby to call at a certain time

so I could escape.

Right.

Hi. Hi.

How is she?

They pumped her stomach in A&E.

She's still a bit shaky, but OK.

OK. Is she in there?

Yeah.

Hi, Emily.

Listen, I have to ask this.

Did you take anything at the club?

Any pills, MDMA, anything at all?

No, I swear.

So, you believe your drink was spiked by someone?

I had three drinks.

After the last one,

everything started going all blurry.

I couldn't see properly. I felt really weak.

I've asked the club to recheck their CCTV

and they said they will. But, to be honest,

we won't hear anything back until tomorrow.

You're safe now,

so just get some rest.

We'll talk again in the morning, OK?

Uh, you got a minute, Danny?

Take care. Bye.

Thank you.

Can you describe this man she was with?

Look, I know it's going to sound stupid,

but I was just focusing on Emily.

I was just really worried about her.

She was totally out of it.

I mean, he was just a bloke, really.

He was about my height.

He had his hoodie up. Dark hair.

And I grabbed him,

so we had a bit of a scuffle, and then he ran off.

Could it have been Mark Weston?

I don't know.

I've only ever seen him in a photo.

Yeah, I mean, maybe.

But hand on heart, I just couldn't say if it was,

if it wasn't.

OK. Thanks, Danny.

Morning.

Witnesses say they saw Mark Weston at the club last night,

so they went to pick him up.

OK, thanks, Margo.

I've got CCTV footage from the club downloading now.

Should be done in about ten minutes.

Oh, and she dropped her bag at the club, too.

It's on your desk.

Mark Weston's in the Interview room.

Right.

Yes. I was at the club, along with about 100 others.

You going to drag them in here, too?

Yeah, if we need to.

What happened last night was a serious escalation, Mark.

This was a physical assault.

But not by me.

Mark, when we spoke yesterday,

you said you didn't have a phone.

Yet, when we picked you up...

..this was in your pocket.

Yeah, I forgot about that one.

So, if we were to look through your messages,

we wouldn't find any to Emily Buswell?

No.

Then perhaps you could open it for us.

If he did send that message in the club,

he could have deleted it.

Yes, he could.

So, was it him or not?

We don't know, Kelby.

What have we got from the CCTV at the club?

I'm just going through it now.

Oh, Emily's boyfriend came in to collect her bag.

OK. I didn't give it to him.

You were both in the interview, and I wasn't sure.

OK, no worries. I'll drop it round later.

OK, so far, I got Emily going into the club on her own.

She was meeting friends there, is that right?

It was a hen party.

Um, so, she goes in.

Then... nothing, really.

There's no coverage on the side of the club

where Emily was taken out.

And then the next sighting we got

is after Danny had found her.

After?

He takes her to the front of the club

and then asks the doorman for help.

What time was this?

It's just before ten.

According to his statement,

Danny was waiting nearby in a car

until he got a call from Emily's phone,

which he picked up, but she wasn't there.

What time was that?

Uh, that call was made

at... 9:52pm.

So, he must have arrived at the club shortly after that.

That's it.

Is there another entrance?

No.

So, how did he get into the club?

Or, more importantly, know to go down the alley?

OK, so maybe he wasn't completely honest.

He's very protective.

Maybe he went in earlier to keep an eye on her.

You can't blame him for that, wanting to look out for her.

No.

But if he WAS already in the club

when Emily tried to phone him, why didn't he see her

being taken towards the fire exit

and stop them leaving?

Margo...

..did you tell Emily or her mother

that we'd found her bag?

No.

Esther?

Not me.

Kelby?

Is that what I think it is?

It's one of them tag trackers.

On the night Emily thought she was being followed,

the messages sent to her phone came from a number

we know wasn't in the same vicinity as her.

Yet, whoever sent these messages...

..clearly knew where she was.

By tracking her? It had to be.

Hang on. That might tell them WHERE she was,

but it wouldn't tell 'em what she was wearing, would it?

But what if you already knew?

Remember what Emily's mum said?

I nearly called him

when Ems and Danny had a blip a while back.

I think Danny was worried that she'd want to see Mark again,

but they sorted things out.

That's it!

Aesop's Fables.

The Boy Who Cried Wolf.

I mean, it's not quite the same, because...

..he didn't do what he did to curry favour.

You've lost me.

So, what if...

I'm not stupid.

It's cos he's coming out, innit?

You want to go back to him!

No, no, that's the last thing I want.

I just think maybe we should take a break.

Fearing he was about to lose Emily,

he found a way to make himself indispensable.

By sending her threatening messages?

He probably got the idea from the online spat

she'd been having with Abigail Marsh.

He always knew what she was wearing

because he either dropped her off

or was there when she left home.

But because of this,

a readily available GPS tag...

..he also knew where she was, too.

So, even though he wasn't actually there,

he could still create the illusion

that she was being followed.

Of course, he had no way of knowing

his actions would lead to her getting hit by a cab.

But he was there when she got some of the messages.

Which made it all the more convincing.

I'll open up.

Come here.

It had to be him. Because how else could he possibly have known

that the bag she dropped at the club was here?

Exactly! So...

..it was her boyfriend all along?

More than that - what he was doing

was actually the reason she stayed with him.

Poor soul.

She was frightened.

He became her protector. Her knight in shining armour.

And even better if the very thing

she thought he was protecting her from...

..was her ex-boyfriend.

But what about the bloke in the club? Who was that?

Someone seen by Emily, who was in no fit state

to know who it was.

And there's only one other person.

Danny. I think the reason he went into the club earlier

wasn't to keep a protective eye on her...

..but to make it absolutely clear

why she needed him.

After all, he didn't want her to go without him

in the first place.

So he thought of a way to teach her

she should listen to him and, more importantly,

always have him by her side.

I think he waited for his moment.

It's all right. I got you.

Oi!

Danny couldn't describe Emily's attacker,

because he didn't exist.

Oi! Leave her alone!

Ems? You all right?

Ems! Ems!

The Boy Who Cried Wolf!

Not because he was bored, like in the story...

..but because he wanted to be seen as a hero...

..someone she would feel safe with.

Because he believed that only by doing so

could he hold on to their relationship.

That's no excuse.

He still terrified that poor girl.

Yes, he did.

How could you do that to me?!

No, no. Emily, it's all right.

Hey, it's all right, we got him. Come on.

He must be some kind of sicko! It's all right. Ems...

It's OK, Ems. It's over now.

Oh! It's OK.

Thanks, Kelby.

They've got him. Excellent.

Still not quite sure how you worked that out.

Well, we simply looked at the facts

and in the end there was only one possible solution.

If you say so.

AND lots of hard work from Kelby.

Yes.

He was here all night.

Yeah, bless him.

But I bet he enjoyed it, though, helping out his friend.

I think he really liked her.

Right, I, uh... I'd better be off.

If you're sure you're all right.

I mean, I can stay a bit longer,

just to make sure nothing else happens.

Not that it will, because we got him, but...

..if it helps.

I'm OK, Kel. Honestly.

You've been amazing. Thank you.

Maybe you two should have got together after all.

Might have saved us a lot of trouble.

It's Mark. I'm going to get this.

What is it about bad boys, eh, Kelby?

We got a suspected poisoning. Third one this morning.

Looks like each victim ate one chocolate before passing out.

What do you want? I want to see you again. Properly this time.

Hanging out with a lot of dead people in the dark?

I mean, what's the reverend got over you?

I'm having tests at the hospital tomorrow.

Is Martha going with you?

No, no, no, no!

No, no, no!

YOU'RE NOT MY MUM!

Life is like a box of chocolates,

you never know what you're going to get.

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