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- This is...
- Radio Bradford.

It's been 12 days since the disappearance
of 14-year-old Ateeq Farooqi.

He was last seen in Eccleshill, in
Bradford, on the 21st of September.

"The teenager is described
as being 5'10" tall

with short hair, and is thought to be
wearing a black jacket

and a blue tracksuit.

West Yorkshire Police have
launched a fresh appeal for information

and have asked anyone
who sees Ateeq to call 999.

Harry, Novak has left the warehouse

and is on North Valley Road
heading towards Kirkgate Market.

Received! DCI Virdee in pursuit.

Move, move, move, move, move!

We have lost visual,
repeat, we've lost visual.

Last seen entering the market.

Do you have sight of him?

Top floor! Seal the perimeter.

Acknowledged, Harry.

Alpha Team, lock down the area.

Thirty seconds out.

NPAS to Control.

Commencing sweep of exits
to reestablish visual.

Where is he? Where's Novak?

Heading towards the square.

He's entered the station.
Get them to stop the trains!

Received, Harr. We are 30 seconds out.

Suspect has entered the tunnel.

- We've lost sight of him.
- Hey! Hey!

Novak, where's Ateeq?

Novak, stop!

Move. Get off the tracks.

My foot! It's stuck!

Where's Ateeq?

Help me! The train's coming!

- Help me!
- Tell me where the boy is or you die here!

- Help me!
- Harr, tell me what's going on.

- Come on.
- Novak's ankle's trapped.

Come on! Come on!

You should have stopped, Novak.

Get down here!
First responders, where the hell are you?

Novak.

- Harry.
- He's out cold, boss.

- You OK?
- I'll live.

Get him to a paramedic, yeah?

Where the hell are you going?

Late for a wedding.

"Phatte Chuk Di"
by PBN and Raj Bains.

One of these days,
Saima's going to see us like this.

And when that day comes,
I'll tell my sister why.

What do you want, Riaz?

Helicopters, police cars
all over the city, Harry.

I told you I could lift Novak quietly

and this shit would've been over by now.

But you opted to play good cop.

Not going too well for you, is it?

What's wrong? Hit a nerve?

You're making me late to see my wife.

- We got Novak.
- Novak ain't telling the police shit.

He'll walk, and then what?

Time to play bad cop?

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

It's inevitable, Harry.

When are you gonna learn?
Vasil's crew are lawyered up.

Let me lift Novak.

There's a missing kid,
that puts heat on my business too.

I keep the peace, you stay out of sight.

Unless you wanna ruin us both.

You're late.

- You look beautiful.
- I know.

You know, in a Bollywood movie

this would be where the guy, as in me

enters to a colourful,
over-the-top dance sequence

surrounded by dozens of hot women.

But none of them as hot
as the main love interest

- that would be you.
- Of course.

Change outfits a few times,
writhe around on a beach

come close to kissing
but never actually kiss, and then it'd end

with us looking longingly
into each other's eyes, just like this

by which point,
we'd be madly, deeply in love.

Aww.

But in true Bollywood fashion

inside there are your parents,
specifically your dad

who develops a massive problem
with the hottie... me.

So.

I'm finally about to meet
my racist father-in-law.

- Mm-hmm.
- Any words of wisdom?

- Maybe start with...
- Tickling his beard?

- Was gonna say fist bump, but yeah.
- Oh, right. Yeah.

- Good idea.
- Solid advice, thanks for that.

You know,
we don't have to do this, Saima.

Yeah, well, we do.

Because it ain't about us, is it?

It's about our Aaron.

We agreed, remember?

Yeah.

Come on.

What'd you do that for?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Saima, I just

Harry, if we're going in there

then it's like this.

Yeah.

My Allah protects me.

And your Guru-ji protects you.

Come on.

HE SIGHS DEEPLY Alright.

- You're gonna have to help me down the step.
- I've got ya.

Please.

Thank you.

"Blessing the Bride"
by Shashwat Sachdev and Romy.

Together.

- Hey!
- Oh! Hi...

- Aw, it's so good to see you both!
- You too. You look gorgeous.

Thanks. Yeah, look at us in the pink.

Look at you, you look... tired.

- Uncle Harry?
- Yeah?

Any update on the Ateeq Farooqi case?

Tara, we'll find him.

There's your scoop. Off you go.

Alright.

Always a journalist.

- Ready?
- No.

- Come on.
- Let's go.

Um, I'm gonna go check and see
where my mum and dad are sitting.

- Alright?
- No, Harry, let them find you.

Papa-ji, please. Don't make a scene.

It's their friend's wedding.

Papa-ji...

Baba.

Dad just didn't want to see you with Saima.

You wanna come over?

Say hello to her? Hm?

This is a happy event.

Let's keep it that way, OK?

Please.

Hey, come on. Come on.

Come on.

- We should go.
- No, no.

- We should go.
- No, listen, we are not going anywhere.

We have as much right
as anyone to be here.

- Shall I get you a drink?
- Yeah.

You must be Saima Virdee.

Saima Hyatt actually but yeah,
I'm Harry's wife.

Do you know who I am?

No, but I've got a feeling
you're gonna enlighten me.

I used to fuck your husband
before he ditched me for a Paki.

- Excuse me?
- Stani.

It's alright, I've got it.

You wanna watch how you go, love.

I think you might have had
a bit too much to drink.

"The Circle of Life"
by Sashwat Sachdev, Shreya Jain et. Al.

You're late.

Late, late, late.

You better have brought me back some food.

- Thanks for tonight, Nadia, yeah?
- You owe me.

Right.

He's fed, showered, tattooed and asleep.

- Thanks, Nadsi.
- How was it?

Gimme the gossip in 30 seconds.

Saw his mum, that were intense.

And his dad left as soon as we got there,
not even so much as a hello.

- You what?
- Yeah, I know, that was fun.

Samosas.

You are a legend.

I know.

- I'll talk to you properly tomorrow.
- Alright, love you.

Love you more!

It's work. I'm in early.

Chief Constable
Boardman is under pressure today

as the hunt for missing teenager
Ateeq Farooqi reaches its second week.

Residents told us
that this was another example

of the lack of priority given to issues
that concern the community

I'm late. Is Aaron ready?

Yeah, he's in his room.

Said he wanted to do up, down, up, down
like Mummy.

- Praying for a water pistol, apparently.
- Oh, God.

Yeah?

Novak's awake? Alright, I'm on my way.

Play nice. My house, my rules.

Take the piss and I will throw you out.

I'm not messing with Sister Hyatt.

No, you won't,
if you know what's good for you.

I want my lawyer.

Look me in the eyes and tell me
you don't know where the boy is.

It's so much better for you
if we do this together.

DCI Virdee, can I have a word?

Now.

Christ.

What are you doing
talking to him without a solicitor?

It's me.

Where do you think I am?

He knows where Ateeq is.

Listen, the ACC is pressuring me

to pull resources from this case.

I mean, we both know the stats
on missing kids.

It's been 13 days now, we've nothing.

We do that, we make this city
feel like we don't care.

We need more officers, not fewer.

And I have a department to run.

Another 24 hours,
and then I will be forced

to move manpower to other cases.

No, you do what you have to.

But so will I.

Mera beta...

DCI Virdee?

- Yeah?
- I'm Khalil Amin. Your new DS, sir.

Ah, right.

Er, the boss said
I should wait here for you.

Did she?

Yeah, she was gonna formally introduce us,
but she got tied up with some other things.

- Unusual police headquarters.
- Unusual city.

Old HQ's under refurb
for the next few months.

At least this place has got character.
Amin, is it?

- Amin. Yes, sir.
- Tell me about yourself in ten words.

Trainee graduate.

Er, and BD 7. Moved south.

Twenty-six... er, single.

That was seven.

What brought you back?

City of culture.

Nah, my mum. She lives in Holme Wood.

- Is she white?
- Yeah, she is, actually.

My dad's Pakistani.

What about yourself?

Yeah, we're not there yet.

Is this your office?

Nah. Gaffer's.

I don't do desks.

You up to date on that?

- Yeah, I've got myself up to speed.
- Right. Enlighten me.

There's two major drug gangs in this city.

Vasil Shala's crew

and Bradford West,
whose leader remains unknown.

Though intel suggests
he might be South Asian

maybe bringing a racial element
to how these gangs operate.

Ateeq Farooqi,
reported missing 13 days ago.

He's got a juvie record for possession,
but he's no major player.

How do we know he didn't just run away?

DCI Virdee.

Understood.

Put her in interview room one.

The boy's mother's downstairs.

- Shall I sit in with you?
- Nah.

First job - Chai Dreams, Leeds Road.

Two pink Kashmiri teas.

You little shit!

Pick you up after work?

- Mm.
- Yeah?

So you think Ateeq's still alive?

I want him to be.

I need him to be.

Sir.

That's Vinnie Kumar.

He runs product from the dessert parlour.

He's our guy.

Come on.

What ya sayin', you good?

Yeah, take it easy.

What ya sayin'? Heard owt on Ateeq?

Eyes on me. Make it look right.

I ain't heard shit.

I'm not talking to you.

- I don't wanna end up like him.
- What are you saying?

Snitches get ditches.

Ateeq was your informant on Novak?

Did you list him as a CHIS?

There are no lists in Bradford.

You make one,
the wrong person might see.

Go back to the station.

Where are you? Novak's brief's arrived.

Done.

You're date-ready.

Oh, I love it.

You're amazing.

Well?

Priti, I saw the gear before.

- What you doing?
- Shush, will ya?

- That boy's gone missing.
- Yeah, I do know that.

Do you wanna go missing?

I might as well get rich trying.

No, it's not funny.

Look, Bradford West
don't operate like that.

Switch sides. Come work with me.

I'll do the intro. You'll make better money.

I heard that Ateeq tried switching.

People who do that get taken.

A lot of people
hear a lot of things round here.

Just watch yourself.

Don't worry about me.

I'm watching. I'm watching everything.

- You're breaching the restraining order!
- You haven't been returning me calls.

You need to leave now.

You know, er.

I don't hit girls.

But... you're not really a girl.

Or are ya?

Xavier, get out! Now!

- You fucking someone else?
- Yeah.

Someone who doesn't sleep around.

Just you remember, you fucking owe me.

I swear to God, ten seconds
and I'm calling the police.

Just tell me where he is.

He's a kid.

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

Records from Ateeq's phone show
that on the night he disappeared

he called your number 11 times.

DCI Virdee, we've already established
the phone you're referring to

doesn't belong to Mr Rexa.

These allegations you keep putting to us
are wholly unfounded.

We've already lodged a complaint with
the IOPC about the assault on my client

and we now expect them
to investigate thoroughly.

Brown lives matter! Brown lives matter!

Brown lives matter! Brown lives matter!

Brown lives matter...

Twelve days chasing that bastard
and we end up with this shit-show.

I know. It's hard to swallow.

But he's not going far like that.

Excuse me? Do you have a moment?

Excuse me?

It's on.

Prep the tunnel.

You work too hard.

Who needs two jobs?

Come on, man... when's date night?

Soon. Promise.

- See you tonight, yeah?
- Yeah.

One of my guys, Novak, he's missing.

But you already know this.

We let him go.

But you already know this.

If you want him, just ask, Harry.

Anything to help the police.

Anything to help you.

Maybe one day, you help Vasil.

No, I'm good, thanks.

I'll give you Novak.

Take this money.

For friendship.

Together, Harry and Vasil

we take down those
Bradford West parasites, eh?

- Huh.
- Ooh...

Maybe, er.

I don't know

maybe you're working with them?

Maybe their cash is better than mine, no?

Their money is as dirty as yours.

Mm.

Where is Novak?

Where is the kid?

Spasiba.

I'm only getting started.

What made you cross the line?

His mother.

That'll do it.

Harry Virdee's kryptonite,
an heartbroken mother.

Vasil got me on the way over here.
Looking for Novak.

You know he's got to go, right?

Nothing changes.

The man uses underage kids to sell maal.

A message needs to be sent to Shala Crew.

You use or traffic kids, you get buried.

You used to know right from wrong,
what the fuck happened to ya?

You happened to me, Riaz.

What you do.

There'll always be a boss in this city.

- Might as well be one you can with work with.
- No, no.

You're my brother-in-law.

I don't work for you.

- I do this so you don't bring us all down.
- Shala Crew needs to go.

There are rules in this game,
there are ethics.

- Did you just say ethics?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I did just say ethics.
Who put me here?

Who made me, bro?

It were me that kept your arse out of
prison, so don't question me about my ethics.

I won't let you do Vasil.

A turf war brings us back to 2001.

Neither of us need that.

I know.

You know, you're more like me
than you can admit.

We could change this city, you and me.

Really change it. Make it better.

I am changing it, Riaz.

The right way.

Right.

Listen, no killing.

End of. No bodies. Say it.

Say it.

No bodies.

Enzo!

You can't do this.

This is England.

This is Bradford.

Tell me.

Where is Ateeq?

I can't tell you.

He will find out and kill me.

What makes you think he won't do the same?

No! Please!

I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!

I'll tell you! I'll tell you...

Come on.

He's in Carter Mills.

Keep Novak talking. Get what else you can.

- And Riaz?
- Mm.

No bodies.

- Hey.
- Mm?

No bodies? Why?

So Novak gets to live cos
Harry fucking Virdee says so?

He makes us weak.

Make your peace with it.

Full taped confession.

Find out why they took Ateeq
and then take Novak home.

Ensure he knows the rules.

He bleats to Vasil and his co-operation
finds its way to his boss.

Hey.

Novak messes this up, you can bury him.

- I've sent you Ateeq's address.
- Harry, do not go in there alone.

All units, proceed
immediately to Carter Mills, Target Road.

This is an urgent call, over.

Unit responding, eight minutes.

Help! Help me!

Ateeq? Ateeq!

Help! Here! Here!

Help!

Down here!

I'm coming.

Help!

Down here, please help!

Ateeq.

Hi. Are you OK?

They've... they've put something in me,
get me out of here.

Come on.

Where did you get the intel
about the house?

Dessert parlour, on Leeds Road.

A CHIS. Off the books.

Amin?

Yeah. Just like DCI Virdee said.

Well, it's bloody good work.

Let me go and tell ACC,
we'll get a press release out.

You wanna do it?

Media and reporters? All you, Guv.

Fair enough.

Come on, Amin, you're up.

Oh, my boy!

Daddy, do you know it's Diwali tomorrow?

- I do.
- So that means I get a present, right?

Yeah! What do you want?

A water pistol. A massive one.

Oh, a massive one? You hear that?

Your son... would like a gift
for Diwali tomorrow.

- A water pistol! A massive one!
- Careful!

Let's get him now! Let's get him now!

What you doing down here?

5am.

Happy Diwali.

Aaron, he gets things.

He's asking more and more questions.

Yeah.

You need to be the one to answer them.

My mum will be making halwa right now.

Loads of sultanas and nuts.

Right.

A new tradition.

So will you, and your boy.

I love you.

I know.

This is linked to Ateeq, right?

Drug politics.

We had him in custody.

One of his bosses probably thinks he said
something he shouldn't have done.

That's what put him here.

Professional Standards
will be all over this.

They'll be all over you.

Better brace yourself for an investigation.

Where were you last night?

Well, they'll ask.

I'm just asking first.

Are you serious?

Right.

DC Amin, coordinate
with the SOCO teams, please.

Yes, ma'am.

You told the Super that the intel
about Ateeq being at Carter Mills

came from a CHIS at the dessert place?

He never said anything.

Oversee removal of the body.

Easy! Easy! It wasn't us!

If I wanted Novak dead,
I'd have left him in the tunnel.

I think Vasil's done him
so he can start his turf war.

I didn't do him.

I find out it were you... I bury you.

Toy section, which aisle?

What?

Toys! Which fucking aisle?

Sixteen.

Did you have to buy him a gun?

- Course I did. He loves it.
- Oh, God...

Got you something too.

What's this?

It says Saima. I hope.

I never want to make you feel invisible.

Thank you.

- I didn't buy you anything though.
- Oh, what a surprise.

Since we're celebrating

what do you think about bringing
some of this food to my mum?

What?

Just been thinking on things.

The wedding, touching Mum's feet.

Then Ateeq, and Fatima, and now Diwali.

Feels like the universe is
telling us something, you know?

Your dad couldn't even stand to be
in the same room as us at the wedding.

What makes you think
he's gonna wanna see us now?

I'm just not sure they're interested, Harry.

We gotta try, Saima.

What are you doing here?

Are you crazy?

Go home.

It's time.

- Hey.
- Uncle Harry!

- Happy Diwali.
- Hey. Happy Diwali.

Happy Diwali, Mum.

You need to go. Just go.

Saima made you food.

He wants a chance?

Yeah.

Then show this family

how sorry you are.

I do this, we move forward?

Have a go, then!

This time, do it right.

Yeah?

You're dead to me.

What happened?

Harry, what happened?

Get in the car.

Daddy?

Daddy's alright, don't worry.

Thank you for coming.
Have a good night.

- Alright, see you later.
- Thank you.

- See ya.
- Bye.

About time.

Date night?

I'm all yours, babe.

For the rest of my life

I'll be the man who lost it all.

My family.

Friends. Respect.

For marrying the woman I love.

I can't accept that. I can't.

Being defined

by only that.

Since when do we ever
let other people define us?

He made me act like a dog.

Took every piece of self-respect I had
and it still weren't enough.

And I hate how he's made me feel.

Look at me.

Look at me, Harry.

Nothing you do will ever be enough
for that man.

You kneeling

that isn't weakness.

He were weak for asking ya

for allowing his son to kneel.

He is afraid of us, Harry,
because we've always been solid.

And if we're not, then he wins

and we lose.

Don't you dare forget that.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

We can't keep doing this. We'll get busted.

- That's what makes it hot, right?
- Yeah, well

this sure beats a shitty hotel room.

Mm, it's defo cheaper.

Come on.

We better go now.

Just need a piss then
I'll help you tidy up, yeah?

Yeah.

Nazir? Will you turn the lights back on?

Nazir?

Help me! Help!

Help! Someone help me!

It's not an honour killing, boss.

We could have a serial killer on
the streets of Bradford.

Please, don't tell Hardeep
about his papa-ji.

We don't lie to each other.

- You owe me.
- I know.

It's the only reason you're not in prison.

It is the people we love who suffer

when we don't do what we promise.