All language subtitles for Trial and Retribution s10e07 Curriculum Vitae 1

I'll tell you what you need to do. You
need some magic dust. Has anyone got any

magic dust?

Hold your magic dust in here.

All right.

I need somebody else to help me who is
incredibly clever and really, really

at school.

Really, really good.

Give them a big clap.

Are you very good at drawing?

All right. Are we going to do a boy or a
girl this time?

Boy or a girl?

Okay, here we are. Hold on tightly.

Now, what does this mean?

Glasses.

Sunglasses.

Okay, glasses. Here we are, glasses.

And what?

Well done, well done. What else do we
need? Anything else?

Spiky short hair.

Okay, spiky short hair. Go on then,
quick, quick, quick. Oh, look at that.

Brilliant.

very funny and everything else we need
on our fitness

Look at that.

Now, remember, Leanne, I want your
honest opinion.

Of course.

Okay, this is the last one, I promise.

No, all right, it is. It's too tight,
isn't it? No.

No, it's nice.

Well, it's got to be more than nice.

Two -day conference in Glasgow when I've
only been in the job a week and no one

bothered to tell me there's a black -tie
dinner. It looks fantastic, honest.

Really? Can I really get away with it?
Of course.

Mummy looks beautiful, doesn't she? Oh,
thank you.

I don't want to go.

You've got to go.

I want to tell them I'm ill.

No.

It's only two nights and then you're
back home. It'll go so quickly, trust

It's your cab. What?

What time? Oh, God.

All right, look, um, Helen, I'll be down
in five minutes.

Oh, no, um, wait, wait, wait, wait.

OK, any problem, try Jenny first.

Mm -hm, and if she's out, I'll call
Sarah. Yeah, but she went with her

down for more than five minutes, so, um,
that's Angie. Mm -hm, and Dr Chemist.

Mm -hm, OK. And, uh, look, there's 800
quid. That's your next month in advance.

We're over the square in your first two
weeks, aren't we? Yes, well, thanks.

Okay.

Makeup bag.

Where's my makeup? Oh, God, why do they
just vanish when you need them? Here,

I've got it.

I'll give you the hotel number, the
mobile number, and I'll let you know as

as I get there what the hotel room
number is. Of course. I don't know if

should do the little dot.

No.

Yes, and if her nose is still running, I
won't take her.

Do you think I'm awful leaving it when
she's got a cold? No.

You're a good mother. Keep her out of
the flower bed. I will, I promise. Now,

on. I'll be okay.

Won't we?

Yes. I've never left her before.

Oh, I'm going to miss you so much.

I'll just go quickly. Come on.

Just go.

I'll be fine. I promise.

Thursday. See you on Thursday. Be good.

Nobody said I need my passport.

Or your driver's license.

You can't fly without photo ID.

Well, I don't have my driver's.

Look, it's Glasgow.

It's not Baghdad.

Oh, come on, Liam. Where are you?

I know where it is.

Poppy?

Poppy? Poppy?

Poppy?

Then you'll pair a bit of a baby, she.

Don't cry, Joseph. What do you think?

You're on time. She gets my vote.

Morning, guys and gals. Child protection
need an SIO. I said you would be up for

it. Oh, you did what?

Won't take you long. 18 -month -old girl
died in her bed. Yeah, terribly sad,

Michael. What's it got to do with her?

Child protection or strapped her? Oh,
come on. Do you see me putting my feet

Hey, Roisin, we lost the toss on this
one.

Right, off you go. See you there in an
hour.

Did you say 18 months?

Don't get sucked in.

It's just the mother inside.

Since she got back, the nanny
disappeared.

Caught death?

Probably.

What about the father?

I don't know.

A single mother and a father.

Hang on, what do you mean, probably a
caught death?

Susan MacDonald?

I'm DCI Roisin Connor.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you
some questions.

She was in her cot.

And I was so relieved.

You know, that she was all right. She
was sleeping.

Was Poppy on any medication, Susie?

No.

I give her Calpol when she's deep.

Why are you asking me this? Where's
Leanne?

Have you found Leanne?

Is Leanne your nanny?

Yes, I've told them all this.

She's gone. She's left.

It's okay.

How long was Leanne with you?

Two weeks.

I gave her all this money, and now she's
gone and left my baby on her

own to clean me out.

Okay. Susie, breathe.

Breathe.

That's good.

Okay, now, when you say cleaned you out,
what do you mean exactly?

I came home. I'm like, oh, it's gone.
She's gone. Where's she gone?

Okay, what about Leanne's mobile number?
Do you have it?

I bought her a mobile phone.

I bought her a mobile phone.

So she could ring me.

She needed to.

So she could ring.

Mother's car's gone walkabout. Look, can
you call in and get it circulated, lost

or stolen?

Cheers.

You all right, mate? How's it going?

Fine.

You, uh, like the place, do you?

Um, I like Fly Brigade.

Well, why's that then?

I have a truck and that.

Do you like it, baby?

Do you know Leanne?

Yes, he's with us now. They were playing
out here.

Were you playing out here yesterday
evening?

Yes. Did you see Leanne leave the house
at all?

No.

It would have been after tea time, I
reckon.

She would have left in a car.

Half past six.

Pardon? I like cars.

Are you sure it was half past six? I had
my brother swap these things. Since he

snuffed it.

Very good on you, it looks, too.

What's your name?

Ma Deacon.

Thank you, Miles.

Can you trace that for me, please?

Thank you.

Anything in the car?

A member of the public called in as
abandoned early this morning.

What? Forensics now?

Yeah, well, it was left on the Green Ash
Estate in Kennington. In Kennington?

Yeah, with the doors open.

So the local arson team had to bring in
Berne Darby, the soddle for forensics to

go. Fantastic.

Okay, our priority is to find the nanny,
find out what the hell happened here.

Well... It's her TV.

All the referees must have said all the
right things. I mean, can you remember

back when you were talking to them, did
anything more seem strange?

I never, um... I never actually spoke to
them.

What? I tried.

I couldn't get through.

Why not?

One lot were away or something, and the
other lot had a...

A new nanny whose English was just
terrible.

I didn't have time.

I'd seen three girls.

I thought they'd seen me here somewhere,
too.

Leanne just... She seemed so right, and
we got on straight away.

I'd just started a new job, and a trick
came up. I had to...

Oh, I mean, you know, that's fair
enough. No, it's not. It's not fair

It's not fair enough. Oh, believe me, he
stole my bracelet.

I had a bracelet.

A Victorian will be bracing my mum.

Now you keep it in this box.

That's it.

Are you sure it's not still there?

No.

Do you ever think some women don't
deserve to have children?

It's a bit harsh, isn't it?

Well, come on, Satch. I mean, you hire
some girl you don't know from Adam to

move into your house and look after your
baby and you don't find out where

they're from.

She's terribly responsible.

And you know she paid her in cash so we
don't even have a bank account to go on.

Kay, are you all right?

Two minutes.

I want to check those references even if
she doesn't, OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'll pick up some on the way
home.

Look, I thought, um...

When we hired Bianca, did we actually
check her references?

Oh, we did?

Oh, good.

No, I won't be late.

These are the ones I dread.

Hello, sweetheart.

Let's see what happened to you.

Scalpel.

Syringe pair.

And a specimen model.

Photo, please.

She's got soapy water in her stomach.
Quite a lot of it.

Which is rather odd, considering she was
found tucked up in bed in her pyjamas.

What are you saying?

As well as the soapy water, she has
hyperinflated lungs, bruises under the

on her upper arms, consistent with hard
gripping or shaking, or even holding

like this.

I mean, frankly, it's an extremely
suspicious picture.

It's entirely up to you to find out how
she died, but if you were to start with

the supposition that she was held under
her bathwater until she drowned, I

wonder.

Might save you some legwork.

Are you saying this baby girl was
murdered?

Poppy MacDonald, 18 months old. Now, her
mother comes home and finds her

apparently unconscious in the bed at
about 8 .30pm.

Now, at 8 .37, she called the ambulance,
but by the time they got there, all

they could do was pronounce Poppy dead.

Now, her nanny, Leanne Taylor, and the
family car went missing at approximately

6 .30pm. Oh, and we do have a witness.

Oh, you've got a witness?

Just the neighbour's kid.

We'll bring him in for interview as soon
as the parents get back.

The pathologist found injuries
consistent with physical abuse. His

suggest the puppy was drowned, and then
she was dressed and she was put back

into bed again.

Maybe the nanny off in the family, Sam?

Nice lady.

Have you got a time of death?

They gave us 7 .30, but it's give or
take a couple of hours, Mike, so it's of

very little use to us. We do have a
witness who heard the bathwater drain

about 7 o 'clock that evening.

He hears it every night? Yeah.

Okay, any evidence of physical abuse
beyond drowning?

Well, Poppy had bruised arms, plus she
had a damaged frenulum.

It's the bit of skin between your top
lip and your gum.

The pathologist said it could have been
caused by someone forcing or ramming a

feed bottle into her mouth, and the
mother said that the nanny had fed her

exclusively for the last week. Well,
we've got a CV.

She gave several references to Susan
MacDonald. Let's make sure we check them

that. I'm all on it. The first one that
we've got is a Mr and Mrs Nelson. You

and I will do that, OK?

Right, Zocco's in the house at the
moment, so if that kid lost one drop of

blood, I want a found, OK? I want the
place light -sourced, fingerprinted, the

works.

Leanne was a very self -contained
person.

That's what was so lovely about her.

She kept the kitchen so clean, no mess.

She could be a bit efficient.

Oh, he's too soft, he knows he is. Do
you know where she went?

We weren't getting on so well by the
time she left. We had words on one or

occasions.

And you paid her cash?

Oh, no, I kept things very straight. We
had a standing order.

Well, good. Could I get her bank account
details, please?

George?

I'd have to call the bank.

Could you?

Oh. Well, go on, then.

I've had to end up with a Polish one.

Nanny. I don't have to work, though, so
it should be all right. I can keep an

eye on her.

She's a bit of a lump, to be honest.

Her heart's in the right place, though.

Which is the main thing.

No friend, no boyfriend.

Not a bad word against her.

Thanks. You know, if we have to wait for
the bank to roll over on this, we're

going to be here forever.

At least it's Beth Mayworth there.

Oh, she's a good girl. Maybe she'll get
something.

Didn't hear that thatch.

No, that's fine.

Yeah, we're in the park.

No, she's good. She's good.

Yeah.

Hey.

Hi. You should have rung me back.

I need to talk.

I've already told you what to do.

So just do it.

Hello, Gorta.

Okay?

Sash, come on.

Bye. Bye.

Lisa's mate came through with an address
for Leanne. Oh, great. Let's get over

there. Yeah, well, Walker called. I told
him, and he said he'd go over and pick

her up himself.

Oh, you are joking. He says we're to
carry on checking Leanne's reference.

Oh, cheeky sod.

Hello, I am Detective Chief
Superintendent Mike Walker.

This is D .C. Geoffrey Dobbs.

Does Leanne Taylor live here?

She used to.

I'm her mother.

Ah, do you have any idea where she is at
the moment?

Something happened to Leanne. We just
need to talk to her, Mrs Taylor.

She says she started a very good job up
in North London.

Do you have the address where she's
working, Mrs Taylor?

Yes.

Hello, Captain.

Is your nanny around?

Can I help you?

Hello, I'm Chief Superintendent Mike
Walker.

Is Leanne Taylor around?

Yes, she is.

Sorry, I mean, that's me, wife.

What's happened?

You're Leanne Taylor.

What's up? Is it my mum?

No, your mother's fine now.

Did you ever work for Mrs. Susie
MacDonald?

Who?

Wow. We have just met the real Leanne
Taylor, and she's got a photo -driving

license to prove it. We've just wasted a
hell of a lot of bloody time chasing

the wrong bloody woman.

We might as well have been looking for
Mickey Mouse. Thank you for that

Jeffrey. We have completely
underestimated her. Why the hell didn't

DNA? What are you talking about? There
was no need.

Roisin, we've got an 18 -month -old who
was murdered in cold blood, and we're

getting precisely nowhere. Get back to
the McDonald's house.

Mike, forensics are already there.

Well, tell them to strip the bloody
nanny's bedroom to pieces.

Old coffee cups under the bed.

Hoover up every flake of skin if they
have to. We need DNA and fingerprints.

I just want to know who the hell we're
actually chasing around here.

I've no problem getting that DNA.

It's not going to tell us where she is,
though, is it?

It's as good as it gets.

Hugh, have we had this off, this vent?

No, not yet.

Canada's resin.

It smells fresh.

Just listen to the expert.

What made you look there?

I had my secret as a kid.

Yeah? I bet you did.

This is where we've come to so far.

I'm afraid your nanny is not who you
think she is.

She stole the identity of another nanny
called Leanne Taylor.

So, um... Does that mean you know who
she really is?

I need to know if there's anything more
you can tell us.

Like what?

Like, did she talk about her family? Did
she ever mention her parents?

She said they both died ten years ago.
Car crash.

She said she was fostered.

Are you sure you can't find any photos
of her?

She wasn't with me very long.

Sorry to disturb you. Do you recognise
this child?

Yes, I recognise her. She's got a new
name.

I never spoke to her, but she did.

We need to find Leanne, love.

When did she last speak to you?

Here at the party on Tuesday with Poppy.

And have you been in contact since then?

No, I've not seen her. No phone calls,
no text messages?

No.

Well, if she does get in contact, will
you please just phone me on this number?

Any time.

Restrict his confidence, yeah?

Hi, how are you?

You heard? The police came to my office.

They shouldn't have come in. Please,
don't stop.

Were you ever going to tell me?

I couldn't make myself ring you.

Oh, yeah, of course. I don't count.

Once you knew, it was final.

Can you imagine how it felt coming from
the police? I'm sorry.

I really am.

I wish to God I'd seen her more often.

Why did you have to go and get a job? I
was handing you a lot of money. Well, at

least you won't have to do that anymore.

Oh, my God, that's what you came round
to tell me, isn't it? I didn't want you

to be surprised when the money wasn't in
your account.

Still the same Matthew, eh?

Hey, Mike, look at this.

What?

It's perfectchildcare .co .uk, all these
families advertising for nannies.

What? I mean, you've got photos, contact
details, all their wealth spread out on

a plate. I mean, look at it.

Close -ups of the kids. I mean, this is
a predator's paradise. Yeah, I know,

Sarge, but it's not Leanne's MO. I
wouldn't waste your time.

Dears Palmer.

I've been through all Leanne's mobile
calls. They're nannies, the mothers she

met in the playground, but I've got
nothing from them.

Somebody must have something.

Boss. I've got this nanny on the line
who says she's got proof that Susie

MacDonald abused Poppy.

Bring her in.

Let's be clear here, Kim Lee. You know
Susie MacDonald. We say hello in the

playground. I see her many times.

And you know Leanne?

Yes. We get on well.

Do you know where she is?

No. Sorry.

Okay, so you say you have something to
show us?

I find it.

Susie?

And Poppy.

Who took this?

I do. I take many pictures there. When?

About a month ago. I don't know.

Maybe six weeks.

But before Leanne is her nanny.

Did you ever see Poppy with her father?

No. Susie said he'd leave a long time
ago.

So you think Susie is violent?

Someone make bruising.

Now Poppy is dead.

Hello,

Maya.

I've got some of Poppy's toys here. I
wonder, would you like them? Maybe.

What's on this thing?

These are...

These are her bathroom toys.

And this is her mobile.

Baby bees, look.

For babies.

I like cars.

How's it going, cars?

Well,

she's pretty.

Can't you see?

She used to like playing with these.

It's for babies.

I better go in now.

Look at Poppy, she's dead though.

I've got Sam checking Poppy's medical
records at the local hospital and her

God, it would help us so much if we knew
exactly what time Poppy drowned.

We got everything on the minicab driver.

No. Susie said it was a towel she picked
up at Heathrow.

Middle Eastern appearance.

Dirty white car.

She didn't even pay him.

Yeah. What about CCTV at Heathrow? They
must have picked up his licence.

Yeah, they did, but it was a clone
number plate.

The real ones registered up in Norfolk
somewhere.

What if she did do it?

Hmm?

Susie.

What if... What if Leanne, or whatever
the hell her name is, got offered a

better job, got bored, took the
bracelet, fancied the car and just left?

Yeah, what if Susie is frustrated, she's
tired, she comes home, the baby's

screaming? What, now she kills her own
kid? Come on, was she?

Mother's due, Mike.

You've seen her. She's in pieces.

What could be guilt?

Any luck on the husband?

Yeah, I had a word, actually.

What?

Well, I went to see him. You did what?

When?

Well, it was knocking me that Susie
wasn't keeping him in the picture. I

you know, Poppy was his kid, too.

I don't know the way these women carry
on sometimes. It really pisses me off.

For God's sake, Satch, what is this?
Father's a bloody justice day. When the

hell were you going to tell us all this?

Well, I didn't think it was that
important. I mean, he hasn't seen her

months. It's in my report.

Oh, Satch. Okay, call him up now and get
him in, pronto.

Fine.

Hey, what about this, uh, the kid next
door, the one who saw the car speeding

off? Oh, yeah, his father's bringing him
in this afternoon. He wants to have a

look at the police cars, apparently.

Okay.

Let us hope we get something very
special from this kid.

Did, um, anyone tell you he's Down
syndrome?

What? The kid with the watch?

Yeah.

Are you saying our only witness is a kid
with Down syndrome?

I don't fucking believe this.

Thanks very much for coming.

Thank you. I just, um, I want to have a
chat with Miles about what he saw the

other day.

Hello, Miles.

I see you've got your watch on.

Yep. What's the time, then?

So what was that?

I'm, um... I'm not being funny, but can
you actually tell us? Yeah, yeah, don't

worry. It's that watch.

It's never right.

You what?

It was my dad's. It looks good, but
loses like the England football team.

Give it here, Miles.

Yep.

I wound it up last night and put it
right. It's already three quarters of an

hour out.

I want to get him a nice digital, but he
won't have it.

Mr Deakin, would you mind if I...
..borrowed that watch for a while?

Thank you.

Look, Susie, she's not quite what she
seems.

When we first met, she was fine, but
then she got so worked up about having a

baby.

Which was a problem?

Not at all.

I wanted to have children.

But she couldn't get pregnant.

We did it all.

Right food, sex by the clock,
thermometers, all that.

And the more we couldn't, the worse she
got. You mean the more she wanted to

have a baby?

Yeah. OK. She was desperate to have a
child.

Nothing else mattered.

That must have put quite a strain on
your relationship.

You could say that.

Then she got pregnant.

But she miscarried after 20 weeks.

After I had the miscarriage, I'd spend
all day crying.

It was a hormone, apparently.

But, yeah, you don't care why it's
happening when you're...

In it.

I'd be desperate to see Matt, but when
he actually did come in, all I could do

was cry and yell at him and tell him to
leave me alone.

It was great at first. He tried all he
could to help me, but then when

I would tell him to leave, he'd go.

He was confused at first.

And he got disgusted.

She got postnatal depression.

Badly. I mean, really badly.

She ended up having ECT.

Can you believe it? In this day and age,
they strapped her down and put

electrodes on her.

And did it work?

It wasn't pleasant.

I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

How do you feel now, Susie?

I've been...

Too late for that, though.

We were so much in love when we met, but
by the time I left, God, it was like we

were at war. I'm sorry, I don't
understand. You said you were Poppy's

How?

One goodbye too many.

We slept together one last time. And
that made her pregnant?

Can you believe it?

I tell you what, seeing her again, it's
brought it all back.

It's really stirred things up again.

Didn't you want to be involved with
Poppy?

I don't suppose I made it very easy for
her.

Now.

Okay.

Thanks, Susie.

No, hang on. One thing.

Someone said they saw bruises on Poppy's
face.

Someone.

Someone.

She was in the playground and she ran
into another child on a swing.

He said, I'm flying.

She howled and howled. It was awful.

I took her to the doctors. You can
check. They'll have it on file.

So, the doctor checks out.

Susie took Poppy in after a bump on her
head with a swing.

No stitches.

I've requested a copy of Susie's
psychiatric reports, but apparently

free from depression for three years.

Okay, well, that's something.

Any photos of Leanne yet? Nah, I've been
round all of them, Annie, but nothing.

Okay, well, what about this Kim Lee?

I mean, she comes in with a photo of
Susie and Poppy saying she's taken that,

but she hasn't got a picture of Leanne,
her best friend.

Yeah, okay, I'll try her again.

Yeah, good news.

The lab ran a 24 -hour test on the
watch.

The boy's father said he wound it and
set it right at 8 p .m. the previous

evening. Now, the lab said the watch
loses time, but at a very constant rate.

when it read 6 .30, it was actually
nearer 7 .45.

Well, what's that mean for us?

Well, it means Leanne didn't leave the
house till well after the bathwater was

out. Good work, Dave.

Twenty mobile lights, please.

Are they still looking for your nanny?

She used to come in here on her own.

Till I barred her.

You what? Well, the cheeky little so
-and -so.

Ripped up a magazine.

I don't understand.

She'd come in here, stand at the end
around the corner so that I could see

Try and get a free read.

And then one day I saw her ripping out a
page. So I said, look, you'll have to

pay. And she said no, so slung her out.

Which magazine?

Do you still have it?

I could hardly sell it, could I?

Here. Susie MacDonald just called to
tell us that Leanne got thrown out of

local newsagents for ripping a page out
of the Lady magazine.

We've been on to them and faxed over a
copy of the missing page.

Situation's vacant.

Yes.

She's just looking for another job.

Charlie or Charlotte?

Whichever you prefer.

Charlotte.

So, how did you enjoy Paris? Oh, I loved
it.

Yeah, I was there for a couple of years.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

I was there myself, at the Sorbonne.

Wow, really?

It's where I met Leon.

He's taking me back there at the end of
the month, actually, for our wedding

anniversary. Oh, that's lovely.

How long will you be gone for?

Oh, just a week.

But that's why I need to get someone
settled in so soon. Oh, that's not a

problem for me.

Good.

When we moved back to London, I got a
job working at the Royal Opera House.

That must have been amazing.

It was fun.

But you can't really do it as a small
child. It's just too demanding.

Well, that's why it's world class, I
suppose.

Are you an opera buff?

I'm a beginner.

I've never really had the chance to
explore it.

But you must take the time.

Really, you must. I will, I promise.

Trust me.

I'd like to show you a typical weekly
schedule.

Mm -hm. It's divided up into... ..half
-hourly slots and

colours coded.

Personal trainer in orange.

Charity committee in red.

No, charity committee in green.

Hairdresser manicurist in red, so on and
so forth.

Do you follow? Yes, I see.

Now, this is Oscar's food programme.

Oscar hates vegetables.

And he's not quite so keen on fruit
either. But I do insist that he eats

portions of each a day.

And the fruit can't all be bananas.

Oh, here she is.

Hello, darling.

Hello.

Charlotte, this is Sophia.

Hello, Sophia.

Where's Oscar?

He's in the garden playing.

Thank you, Tracy.

She hasn't worked out.

Oh. May I?

Yes, of course.

That's a big smile.

Oh,

hello. Mrs. Pemble?

Yes, this is Detective Sergeant David
Satchell from the Met.

Oh, no, Satchell.

Yeah, like the school bag?

Yeah. Look, I'm calling from the
Metropolitan Police Murder Investigation

I understand you placed an advert in The
Lady recently. Could you tell me

whether or not you've had any replies to
that?

Sorry, Mr. Tim, could you hold on one
second?

I've got a possible. I don't know,
someone calling herself Charlie Simmons

been working her way through the nanny
heads.

I mean, by the sounds of it, she's a
match for Leanne, but the family didn't

know her.

OK, I'll see if she comes up again.

Are you all right? What have you got?
One moment, please.

Yeah, I've got a possible.

White, five foot tall, melty blonde
hair, about 24.

Definitely family for Scottish.

Oh. Take her anyway.

Okay.

We'll be back about two.

Yes.

Yeah.

Nice boat, Kinley.

I must go.

I'll call you back.

One of the nannies said that you were
taking photos of the party Poppy was at

with it. And you didn't mention that
when you came into the station, did you?

Do you mind if I take a look?

Bye -bye.

Bye.

Bye.

It's a very bad line -up.

Hello, Mrs Greenaway?

Can you hear me? Hello? Last we know who
the hell we are chasing. Okay, print

those off for me and distribute them to
the team, okay?

You're very faint.

I need to know her name, Mrs Greenaway.
Can you tell me her name?

Oh, she ain't got the toxicology report.

Poppy's blood to trace it of cannabis.

Oh, you're joking me. Yeah, I wish the
hell I was.

I've got her. This woman's just hired a
nanny called Charlotte Simmon.

Mother's on her mobile.

Nanny's taking the kid to the
playground.

Where? St. Bede, SW9.

Let's get over there as quick as we can,
folks.

Mr. Greenaway, I'm just going to pass
you over to one of my colleagues. Hold

a second.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse
me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Um, are you Oscar? Is your name Oscar?

Yes. Get her! Come on, move that!

Uh, is this your nanny, darling?

Come up here, darling.

Oh, you're kidding me.

Thanks.

I'm lucky.

Hold up! Deep pedal, I'd be. Yeah, of
course you can. 50 dobs.

Deep dobs.

So exciting, isn't it?

It's like being in a movie.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the
murder of Poppy MacDonald.

You do not have to say anything, but it
may harm your defence if you do not

mention when questioned something you
later rely on in court. Anything you do

say may be given in evidence.

Poppy MacDonald?

Are you serious?

Oh, yeah, love.

We're serious, yeah.

We're very, very serious.

I bet you smoke.

That's very bad.

Get her down the neck.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

I have no idea. In fact, I... What?

Sign there.

I think you've all gone mad, you know.

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

And, uh...

We've got an ident from the
fingerprints.

Her name's Rachel Burns. She's actually
24, not 18.

She's got a record. She had a
conditional discharge three years ago

shoplifting. Another one six months
later for fighting in a pub.

Now, the address she used at the time
was the family home, and they'd moved

We've got local pub trying to track them
down now, but apart from that, there's

nothing else on file.

Well, we've been holding her for two
hours, which gives us another 34. Let's

hope that bloody solicitor doesn't take
all day.

Miss Burns?

Yes? I'm your solicitor.

You told me it would be a man.

Trust me, I know what I'm doing.

I need to get your signature on these,
then we can start.

I'm completely and utterly 110 %
innocent.

You'll probably laugh when you hear it.
Well, I expect you hear it all the time.

But I assure you it's true.

Where do I sign?

Just there, please.

After you.

Do you understand why you've been
arrested?

Not entirely.

I mean, I understand why you think you
want to talk to me, but I don't...

I don't know why you actually think it's
me.

Well, I'll try and clarify that as we go
through it, Miss Barnes.

Okay. I want to pin down the different
names you've been using.

Where did they come from? Some of them
I'd make up.

It was a bit of fun.

Added intrigue, you know?

You didn't make up Leanne Taylor?

No. She applied for a job with me.

I took her CV.

What are you talking about? Well, it was
to make getting a job easier.

I put an advert into the lady saying I
had kids and wanted a nanny.

And I got swamped with CVs. Some of them
were terrible, too.

No, I just borrowed from the best ones.

Well, can you give me the names of all
the people whose CVs you've stolen?

Oh, no, come on.

I couldn't remember them all anyway. I'm
not sure I see the relevance,

Superintendent.

OK.

Identity theft.

Very fashionable.

But probably nothing to do with the main
issue. What did you do on Tuesday 15th

August?

What day was that? The day you left the
McDonald household.

Oh, right. Yeah.

I looked after Poppy all day.

We got up as normal.

Had breakfast.

I took Poppy out to the shops.

Then we went to the playground for our
birthday party.

Her mum came and picked us up there. She
was flapping a bit because she was off

to Glasgow and she'd never left Poppy
before.

So I sorted her out.

After she left, I did tea and bath and

bed. Same as always.

Talk me through it.

Yeah, I played with her, washed her
hair, got her out,

put her into her pyjamas, and then read
her a story, and then she went off to

sleep.

Okay. Now, can you tell me what time you
left the house, and why?

Well, I had to go out to get some...

Bloody cigarettes.

I gave up a while back.

I have been struggling.

Well, you know.

And with Susie away, I knew that I was a
goner.

I have no willpower, you see.

Can you remember what time this was?

I don't know, about eight o 'clock.

Quarter to, maybe. I had to wait until
Poppy went to sleep before I could

How long will you work for the house?

Why, you see, that's the thing.

I knew I probably shouldn't.

But it meant I'd be back quicker for
Poppy.

So I took the car.

I parked it outside the garage.

I left the bloody keys in the car.
Stupid.

And when I came out, the car had gone.
Really?

I was quick and you'd only gone to buy a
pack of cigarettes.

I know it was naughty, but I...

I had a quick look at the magazines.

No one gets droppy with you for having a
browse.

And my phone was in the car, so I was
stuck. I went back to the house.

I thought I'd call the police from
there.

You didn't get back, did you?

No. It took ages.

I'm not a very fast runner.

This is where I'm really ashamed.

When I got to the end of the road and I
saw all the ambulance and stuff outside

the house, I knew something bad had
happened and... God, I

couldn't go in.

I knew that it was my fault.

Why was it your fault?

Because I'd left her on her own. I
panicked. I just went away.

I knew there was only one thing that
could have happened.

I was in charge and I knew that I'd get
the blame.

I'm sorry I was so scared.

She was fine when I left her. I'm really
hot, actually.

Could I have a cup of tea or something?

Please.

Where's Walker?

Interviewing Rachel Burns. Well, where?

Number three.

Oh, I can't believe he started without
me.

And DCI Connor will replace DS, sir,
John.

There were injuries to Poppy's frenulum,
the piece of skin under her top lip,

consistent with someone ramming a bottle
down her mouth.

Well, that wasn't me.

Can you explain to me how she had
bruises on her upper arm consistent with

-like gripping?

Really?

My God, that wasn't me. We also found
water, a lot of water, bath water, in

Poppy's stomach.

She was drowned.

No, that's impossible.

On the post -mortem, she had traces of
cannabis in Poppy's bloodstream.

I have absolutely no idea how those
injuries, how any of those

terrible things happened to Poppy.

Don't you?

I do know that...

There were bruises on Poppy's face
before I got there.

All of the girls in the playground
noticed it.

I don't like to say this.

I really don't. But Susie... She seemed

very unstable to me.

I had another one like her who had very
bad postnatal depression too and it

stayed with her like Susie.

I know she'd be fine one minute.

She always ended up crying.

And then one day she went crazy, started
throwing things around the place,

yelling at me to get out.

Have you actually asked Susie about
that?

Let me get this exactly right.

When you left the house, Poppy was
alone, in bed, asleep?

Definitely, yep. She was wearing her
Taika pyjamas.

I'd washed them for her that morning.

So you think what happened was that you
left, her mum, Susie, comes back to the

house, realises that you've gone, so she
goes upstairs to her daughter's

bedroom, takes her daughter out of bed,
puts her in the bath, drowns her, takes

her out of the bath, dries her, dresses
her again, puts her back into bed and

then calls an ambulance.

That sounds incredible.

It's the only way that I can imagine it
happened.

Why would Susie do this?

She really, really wanted this job so
much. When she got back to the house,

saw that I was gone, thought I was gone
for good, and that she wouldn't be able

to go on the business trip. You really
think that she cared that little for her

own child?

Look, I'm a nanny, all right? I see this
all the time.

Any woman who could leave their child
with a total stranger just so they can

back to work, well, I'm sorry, but
they're putting themselves first.

You have to ask yourself, how much do
they really care about their baby?

But you took all the money, didn't you?

Eight hundred quid.

Well, I didn't want to leave it lying
around.

It felt safer to have it with me.

Susie MacDonald said some jewellery went
missing when you went. A bracelet.

I never took anything.

It was quite valuable, apparently.
Rubies, I believe. Look, she gave me

bracelet. I was wearing it.

Oh, God!

You really have to speak.

To her.

They killed her daughter and they're
calling me a thief.

I have not been informed that this is an
investigation into theft as well.

If you intend to ask any further
questions on it, I need full disclosure

time to consult my client.

I'm happy to leave it here.

There's one more question, Rachel.

I believe both your parents are dead.

Yeah? No, who told you that?

Susie MacDonald.

Oh, my God.

Susie smoked weed.

Of course, all her friends did.

You want to know where that cannabis in
Poppy's blood came from?

Susie had a dinner party.

And by the end of the evening, none of
them could walk. They were so stoned.

I think we need to ask Susie where she
keeps her drugs.

How did we miss this first time round?
Well, we didn't. We went through footage

within a half mile perimeter of the
house first. I mean, this was over a

away. Cor, look at her go.

Yeah, but look at this.

Ten minutes earlier.

Satch, get that boy's face out on an
APB.

Oh, it's done.

He's a regular customer. They're
bringing him over for a chat.

Rachel's got an answer for everything.

And all we've got on her is that she's
done a runner.

What if she's done this before?

Satch, get out of the small ad section
of that magazine.

Get a list of all the employers who
advertised there over the last, say,

18 months. We're going to have to visit
them all. We'll never get through them

all in time. I want to start with London
first.

I want every single one of them visited
and with a photograph.

Christine, can I have your autograph?

Yes, sir.

Nah, she ain't just come out the blue,
Satch.

She's left a trail somewhere.

We drove it round a bit, but it was a
shed. And then we parked it out behind

some flat and torched it. What was in
the car?

Baby seat, ceiling and shit. I don't
know. Did you take anything?

Like a bag, Harley. Never saw no bag.
There was a bag with £800 and an

bracelet in it. There might even have
been clothes. I don't know. But can you

explain to me how that went missing?

I don't even know what you mean.

We know, Harley. We know that you took
the bag.

I don't even know now what you're on
about. You're going to have to stop

to me, Harley. I told you I'm not lying.

Okay, okay, let's see. What have we got
here? We've got you taking at least two

cards without consent. We've got you
wasting police time.

And we've got arson.

Now, you may just be a little kid,
Harley, and not understand, but arson is

pretty big deal.

Okay, you go into a court shrugging like
that, do you know what the magistrates

are going to say?

They're going to say, there's a stupid
little kid that doesn't care.

Now, if he doesn't care, why should we
care?

Do you know what happens when
magistrates don't care, Harley?

You can measure that in years. Do you
understand me?

Years, Harley.

It wasn't me, all right?

Eric done it.

He burnt the car and took the bag round
the corner behind the flat.

He's the one. He had the money.

He gave me the bracelet and I gave it to
my girlfriend, but she said it was

skank and then she lost it. Have you
still got the bag?

Why would I? Where is it then?

Dumped it.

But you two need to seriously lighten
up, man.

Jeez.

Boss?

Great.

There's no money, is there?

Who's the baby?

I don't know. It's not popping much. Oh,
look at that. It must be a boy.

Who the hell is he?

Yeah, there's some writing on the back
of that.

Oh.

Get it copied. Get the original off to
the lab, yeah?

Who's this?

I don't know.

I haven't the faintest idea.

What's found in your bag?

Well, I didn't put it there.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Well, he reckons he can narrow it down
to within a couple of months on a

particular photographer.

Ah, such happy families.

Oh, you have a gallon cage to come down
here.

Yeah, I think it looks a bit pricey for
us.

Oh, come on, that is not our guy. What
is he doing? Well, he's comparing the

lighting. See, different photographers
have different... Okay, that's our guy.

Can you pull up the name and address,
please?

Yes, I can.

Yeah, I love computers.

Mr. Cattle?

Yes? Oh,

can I help? May we come in?

Have you ever employed a nanny?

Yes, but it was a long time ago.

Do you recognise this woman?

That's Edie, isn't it? I'm sure it is.

Yes, of course.

Who's Edie?

She was our nanny.

What's she done? What's it got to do
with us?

We found this in her possessions.

Joe. You shouldn't have come here.

Why are you doing this?

What am I doing, sir?

Joe died two years ago.

He died in his sleep.

In his cot.

We buried him.

Will she collect all the evidence, get
in touch with the coroner, and get a

warrant for the exhumation of Joe
Casper's body?

I'm sorry, I can't agree to it.

No way. It's behind us now.

Well, they'll find out they've got it
wrong soon enough, I guess.

Such a shame they're wasting so much
time on me when the real murderer is

out there.

What would the man in the street see if
he took a look at it, huh?

Two dead babies.

One nanny.

Evidence of abuse in one, drug abuse in
both. Come on!

Or if you wanted to, you could sit by
his cot and you could reach over.

Put your hand over his face like that,
and you could suffocate him very easily.

Just by the weight of your hand.

You found Poppy left alone. You realised
that you were not going to be able to

go on this very important business trip,
that you'd been abandoned once again,

that your life was about to get very
much harder once again. No.

You say you returned home because you
forgot your passport. You say you've

jewellery. You seem to have forgotten a
lot of things lately.

I expect you can't even remember why you
put Poppy in the bath.

Did you do it, Rachel?

No, I didn't.

You tell me the truth now.

I didn't.

I really didn't.