All language subtitles for Silent.Witness.S21E01

- Ssh, ssh.

There you are.

- FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

SIGH

- That's a big light.

- RADIO PLAYS: Handbags And Gladrags
by Stereophonics

- You going to put her down?

- I'll put her down when she's
ready.

Are you going to relax?

We're supposed to be on holiday.

- RADIO CONTINUES PLAYING

BABY GURGLES HAPPILY

- Let it go. They were just kids.

- Right. I'm sorry.

Give me a cuddle.

Come here.

- CRASH

- It's them.

Get back.

- We should call the police, Greg.
- Police?

They'll be the ones need the police
by the time I'm finished with them.

- Greg, c'mon...
- Shut up.

- SHOUTS:
- You want some?

I'm right here!

Come on!

- SCREAMS

# Testator silens

# Costestes e spiritu

# Silencium

# Testator silens... #

MUSIC: Safe European Home by the
Clash

MUSIC MUFFLED

SCREAM

BREATHING HITCHES

Get me out of here!

PHONE RINGING

PHONE RINGING

MUSIC RESTARTS

BEEPS

- Morning, Gwen. Be with you in a
sec, OK?

- Fine.

- We sent a Melissa Lowell over to
you on Monday.

Is she still with you?

- I'll have to check. Why?

- I need you to look her over for
me. Top to bottom.

- What am I looking for?

- I'm not sure. Anything out of the
ordinary.

- I'll call you back.
- Thanks, Brian.

- Morning.
- Morning, David.

- Weren't here all night, were you?

- No. No, I got here early.

- PHONE RINGS

- Yeah. Get that if you need to.

We'll start without you, shall we?

- DOORBELL

- Nikki.

- Sorry I couldn't make it over last
week.

- It's OK. I know you're busy.
- I don't mind busy, it's...

Oh, well. No excuses.

- You're just one of the few people
I'd rather see than not.

- Thank you.

- Come in.

- My husband dropped dead right in
front of me

and it turned out that sitting at
home was a disaster.

I'm not saying you should go back to
work, either, by the way.

- But you were glad you did?

- It was right for me.

But only you know what you went
through, what you need to do.

You've been home...six weeks?

- Two months.

- In one sense that's no time at
all. But in another...

- It's an eternity.

- Only you know which - everyone
else can respectfully shut up.

- After Mexico...I didn't want to
come home.

I stopped off in New York, did I
tell you?

- You said you made a pit-stop.

What happened?

- For about 48 hours, it was
incredible.

I didn't feel scared, I didn't feel
relieved...

I felt alive, awake,

and I wanted to hold on to that.

- And then you woke up?

- Now I'm scared, Sally.

I'm scared of my own shadow.

I'm scared of the bloody dark, and
that's not me.

- And that makes you angry?

- Furious.

- Come here.

- What're you doing, David?
- I just want to talk.

- You've had all day to talk.

- Except every time I try, you brush
me off.

If Brian Hawke wants a word, no
problem, yeah?

But your own colleague...
- That is such bullshit.

- At least allow me to explain how
it would work.

You don't even have to be directly
involved.

Five minutes.

- Two minutes.

- INDISTINCT SHOUTING

SHOUTING, GLASS SMASHING

ALARM

- Hi, this is Sally, please leave a
message.

- Sally, it's Nikki.

Checking in with you again like you
said to.

I know you're up to your eyes,
but...

..text me, call me, whatever.

I haven't heard back from you -
you've got me worried.

It's probably just my paranoia, I'm
sure there's nothing...

Sorry. Rambling.

Just let me know you got this.

Lots of love.

- Sorry, can I help you?

- Where's Sally? What's going on?
- What's your connection?

- I'm a friend of hers. Is she OK?
Who are you?

- Guy Bernhardt. NCA. Can I see some
ID?

- Sorry.

Nikki Alexander.

- Right, well, I'm afraid she's gone
missing.

- How long?
- Three days.

- But couldn't she...?
- She didn't turn up for court.

When did you last see her?

- Er...

Four days ago...Tuesday?

Oh, my God...
- Don't panic. We'll go and sit
down.

So how long have you known her?

- Er...

We worked together on a difficult
case

and we stayed in touch as friends.

- And when you saw her last Tuesday,
how did she...?

How did she come across?

- A bit distracted.

Tense.

She said she didn't mind being busy
like...

..like there was something else
bothering her

other than day-to-day stuff.

- Anything specific?

- She was selling her lab. Did you
know that?

- Mm-hmm.

- One of her staff had made her an
offer.

If Sally signed over the lab to
them,

then she'd get a cut, something like
that.

- She wasn't interested?

- No, but they were being difficult.
Weren't taking no for an answer.

She didn't say the word "bullied",
but that's what it sounded like.

- Are we talking about David Cannon?

- Is he a suspect?

- He's a person of interest.

- Why?

- He's just one of a number of leads
we're...
- Why?

- Four years ago, he was arrested
for falsifying PM reports.

- But he wasn't charged?

- No, but he still warrants a closer
look.

I asked David Cannon when he last
saw Sally.

He said Tuesday at the lab.

But we pulled his fingerprints off a
smashed mug

found in her kitchen bin.

- But that doesn't mean...
- He said, HE said,

the last time he'd been there was a
Christmas party two years ago.

- How did he explain it?
- Didn't ask him to.

- Why?
- He knows the drill.

If we show our hand, he'll clam up
and get a lawyer.

Then, of course, if he does know
where Sally is...

- He'll never tell you.
- Exactly.

We've closed the lab on a ruse that
we're looking into old cases

that might explain her
disappearance.

We applied for warrants to search
his flat and access his phone,

both denied. Now you can tell me to
buzz off...

..but maybe you can help us?

- APPLAUSE

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very
much for joining us.

Early on, somebody said to me,

"Starting your own club isn't a
sprint, it's a marathon."

Having run a few marathons myself,

I can safely say that was a cruel
lie.

It's been a hard road,

and I would've given up years ago

without the faith and encouragement
of my wife Emma.

Even now, we're not quite there on
our funding.

Which is why you've all been invited
here today.

Anyway, I'm sure you've all heard
quite enough from me.

Now it's your turn. Does anybody
have any questions?

- Yes. What's the total budget for
this project?

- BEEP, DOOR UNLOCKS

Hi.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- Nice to see you, too, Thomas.

- So we're offering this guy a job
just so we can keep an eye on him?

- Yep, that's what we've been asked
to do.

What?
- You know what.

- Thomas...
- Not exactly page one of the
recovery manual, is it?

- This wasn't my idea.

- No-one goes through what you did
and gets away unscathed.

Not even you, Nikki.
- Four days.

If she's alive, we might not have
long.

Look. If it doesn't work out, we can
call it.

- All right. But supportive capacity
only.

- OK!
- Baby steps. No postmortems.

- I volunteered to go on leave in
the first place.

- And if you hadn't, I'd've
insisted.

- BUZZER

- Thanks for seeing us, David.

- No problem.

- Is there any news?

- No. Nothing.

Course, the police are saying
they're not winding down the search,

but I know for a bloody fact

all the lads from Berkshire were
sent home last night.

So what's this about?

- Well, we were wondering...

How would you feel about coming to
work at the Lyell for a bit?

- Seriously?

- Yeah. Truth is, Nikki's been off
for a while

and we've been struggling with our
workload.

- You've got a backlog?

- I'm about to install a freezer in
my office.
- Right.

Why me?

- Sally said you were the best.

And if you're anything like me,

time on your hands is the last thing
you want right now.

It was just a thought, so please
don't feel like...

- Sally said that? About me?

- She said you were bloody good.

- Ah, Jack. David, this is Jack
Hodgson.

- Jack. Good to know you.

- How you doing? You all right?

- David's going to help us out for a
bit.

- Us?

As in...you're back?

- He's a colleague of Sally
Vaughan's.

- Right. How long's it been now?
- Hello, stranger.

- Clarissa! My goodness, it's so
good to see you.
- What?

Did she put you up to this?

- Hang on, what, you two know each
other?

- Hello!
- David!

Moscow, 2008, the Monarch Hotel.

- Seven days.
- 7,000 Russian criminologists...

- You're exaggerating.
- ..hanging on your every word.

They wanted to learn from the best.
Hello.

- Good to see you.
- Maybe I should leave you two to
it.

Will you show him around?
- She can indeed. Let's go.

See you later. See you in a bit.

- Welcome to my world.
- Are you having fun here?

- Hello, Jack.

- Hi.

- Good to see you.

- Mmm.

- I've been trying to call you.

- I know.

- You got my messages, then?
- Mm-hmm.

- So?

- So, uh, it's been full-on since
I've been back, it's just been
really...

- Full-on?
- Yeah.

- Fair enough.

A few changes, I see.
- Yeah. A few.

- We don't hear a word, then you
show up with David bloody Cannon in
tow.

- Is he that bad?
- No, he's great.

How are you, Nikki?

- Yeah. I'm...getting there.

Absolutely getting there.

- Right. We've got a job on.

- DCI Pete Hollis, DC Heidi Bailey.

- Nikki Alexander, David Cannon.
- Hi.

- Body was found floating face-down
about 20 yards out.

- Who found him?

- Early fisherman.

- Did divers bring the body up here?
- Yeah.

- We should supervise a move like
that.

- Yeah, I needed to get started.

Your Jack squared it with the crime
scene manager.

- Yeah. Blame me.

I took lots of pictures.

- Thanks.

Over to you.

- Got a preliminary ID from his
wallet. Livtar Singh.

Audi in the car park's also
registered to him.

- Lovely.

Thank you.

Well...

Looks like he was wearing a head
torch,

the lens of which is broken.

Alcohol.

- Yeah. Whisky.

Found it up by the railings.

- I can't see him falling over those
railings no matter how drunk he was.

But we can't rule out that he
jumped, can we?

- No, we can't.

- With a bit of Dutch courage to
help him on his way.

- Problem.

Did he smash it in the fall?

- Maybe it was already broken.

- Then why not leave it in the car?

- PHONE RINGTONE: "You Sexy Thing"

- Hold that a sec, would you?
Cheers.

Hello, mate. You all right?

What do you need?

Oooh, if you'd asked me three years
ago

I could have told you any number of
places.

Erm...the Wheatsheaf just off the
Common.

I better go.

Yep. See you later. Ta-ta.

Bye-bye.
- Time and place.

- Illuminating?

- Buckfield Services, 11.32pm.

30 quid's worth of fuel, bottle of
Evian,

two bunches of flowers and a
miscellaneous item priced 3.99.

- No whisky?
- No.

Bottle of Evian's half-drunk.

- Where are the flowers?

And who were they for?

- Everything OK?

- Yeah. Thanks.

No breakfast.
- Most important meal of the day.

- There's no sign of the whisky
bottle.
- Could be in his coat.

- Yeah, but he's walking steadily.
No indication he's drunk.

- Maybe he didn't imbibe until he
reached his spot.

- Do you think that...?
- I think that

it's always too early to jump to
conclusions.

- Sure. OK.

Thing is, I haven't worked on an
actual homicide yet, and...

- So you're kind of hoping that it's
murder?

- No!

No. Of course not, no. I just...

- Mm-hmm.

My advice? Work backwards.

Why was he here?

What did this place mean to him?

Who else knew he came here?

- Some kind of grey powder, or silt.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, yeah. There's transfer on
the brake and accelerator pedal.

- Dried mud in the bag.

Looks like he switched his shoes for
hiking boots...

- Why would you change your shoes
and strap a head torch on

if you're about to end it all?

- I met Livtar at that reservoir.

We were both sailing instructors.

He was so great with the kids.

I didn't have the patience back
then.

There's no way he'd kill himself.

No way.

- We going to need a formal
identification, Emma.

- It's him.

- Thank you.

This way.

- Emma, David. Saw you earlier.
- Yes.

- Can I get you anything?
- No, thank you.

- Would you like to sit down?

- No. I'm fine, thanks.

- Thanks.

- Emma, we were wondering if Livtar
was much of a drinker.

- When we first met, every couple of
months or so he'd get really drunk.

I mean, annihilated, actually.

- On what?

- Spirits, mostly.

It was like a ritual.

A valve. Something he had to do.

I didn't like it,

so when we got married he swore he'd
stop.

- And did he?

- Unless you're telling me
different?

- No, we're not. We haven't reached
any firm conclusions yet.

- Victim was wearing this. Something
white embedded in the lens frame.

- You want an upgrade on "something
white"?
- I do.

- Hello. DC Bailey.
- Good to have Nikki back.

Bit of a surprise.

- Yeah. Yeah, for me, too.

- You sanctioned it.

- For now. Yeah.

How'd you think she seems?

- So far, so good - too early to
say.

- What's David Cannon like?

- He's a good laugh. I don't really
know him.

It was one week nine - ten? - years
ago.

- Miscellaneous item on Livtar's
receipt.

- Let me see.

- He was so excited about becoming a
dad.

But when Amy arrived he just
seemed...sad.

- Why?

- I dunno...it was like he couldn't
enjoy her.

SOBS

Sorry.

- Hey, hey, come here.

It's OK, it's OK.

- PANTING AND GRUNTING

LIGHTER CLICKS

Gave up.

- Yeah?

Since when?

- Two years.

- That how long it's been?

- No. It's been four years.

- Sorry.

- It's all right. You're a busy
woman.

- Suspected suicide?

- That's what they said.

- I don't get it.

He'd just become a father.

- Who knows what goes on in another
person's head?

- Ain't that the truth.

Do you think it's our fault?

- Probably.

- Hope the police didn't find
anything untoward.

- Like what?

- I've no idea.

I've got to go.

Mrs Singh, before Livtar drove to
the reservoir,

he stopped off at a garage and made
some purchases.

- Right...?
- Among other things, he bought two
bunches of flowers

and a teddy bear.

We didn't retrieve these items from
his car.

- I can't help you...I'm sorry.

- No friends who've just had a baby?
Or a child's birthday?

The journey from the garage to the
reservoir was 30 minutes,

but he didn't get there for an hour.
Now if he stopped off somewhere,

it explains the missing half-hour
and...
- I'm really sorry -

I need to go home now.
- Of course. Just one moment.

Can I have a word?
- Yeah.

- I need you to escort her home.

- Sir, no! I don't want to miss the
PM.

- There'll be plenty more PMs.

It's the flowers and the toys we
need to explain. So take Jack,

have a nose around,

hoover up any computers, laptops,
phones that you find.

If she asks any questions, say we're
checking

whether Livtar was in financial
difficulties, all right?

- All right. Warrant?

- It's my next call.

- Want to give me a hand?

- Excuse me. Sorry.
- David?

- What is the matter with that guy?

- It's OK. Want me to assist?

- The rectangular mark on his
forehead is from a head torch.

Camera?

That and the torch's broken lens

suggests he struck something
head-first with force.

Torch is being processed for trace.

There's a champignon de mousse -
foam in his throat, pinkish tinge.

Clear hallmark of drowning.

Lack of oxygen, myocardial and
cerebral anoxia,

death.

- SIREN

Hey.

- Hey. Sorry.

Sorry.
- It's OK. What happened?

- Just, er, lost it a bit.

- Right.

- Soon as I saw the body bag, all I
could think of was...

..when we unzipped it...

..it was going to be her inside and
not Livtar Singh.

- Sally?

- Sorry.

OK.

- TV: And now it's time for a news
update.

Police are continuing the hunt for
Sally Vaughan,

who's now been missing for five
days.

At a press conference last night

detectives from the National Crime
Agency

said they were pursuing a number of
active leads

but refused to say if Dr Vaughan's
disappearance

is being linked to her work as a
pathologist.

In other news...

- Is that really necessary?

- You'll get them all back.

- He... He had a shortfall in the
funding.

His dad could've bridged the gap
easily, but...

..Livtar could never ask for help
from anyone,

even though he was the first to help
others.
- I know the species.

- I found it really hard.

When you love someone, you want to
be there for them, right?

- Right.

- I'll...let you get on.

- Thomas. Tox is back on Livtar
Singh.

Interesting results.

High levels of alcohol in his
stomach contents,

but almost none in his blood and
urine.

- Could he have drowned before it
entered his system?

- We'd still expect to find some
alcohol in his urine.

- And the fact you didn't...?
- Suggests the whisky

was tipped down his throat after he
lost consciousness.

- Well, well.

- I think someone tried very hard

to make Livtar look like the author
of his own demise.

- Thank you, Emma.

Regina vs Henry Drake. Ring a bell?

- No. Why would it?

- Don't worry. We've got a resident
expert.

- 18 years ago, I worked on the
Valerie Drake investigation.

It was unusual because there was no
body,

but the police were in no doubt her
husband Henry Drake had killed her.

- Why were they so sure?

- No other suspects, plus we found
traces of her blood

and fingernails in the boot of his
car.
- Not enough?

- PHONE RINGTONE: You Sexy Thing

- No. Drake had money - and money
bought him Morgan Lawson.

- The barrister.

- He kept drumming home the same
simple mantra.

- No body, no case. No body, no
case.

- Right. Not exactly legal argument,
but it stuck

and Drake was acquitted.
- So what happened to him?

- Remarried and moved to New
Zealand, where he made a fortune in
wine.

Morgan Lawson became one of the
highest-paid barristers

in the country. Karma?

It's a myth.

So what do we think of this note?

- It says, "I can make you disappear
and get away with it."

- Threat?
- Maybe.

The Drake case was national news,

doesn't exactly narrow down the
sender.

- And I've processed the note - no
prints except Livtar's own.

- PHONE ALERT

- Bollocks.

Excuse me. Just going to pop out for
five minutes.

- Excuse me.

Come on, come on...

- Bernhardt.
- It's Nikki.

David just got a text and walked out
of a police briefing.

- I need you to keep eyes on him.

- Well, I can't.
- Nikki, please.

He could be going to find Sally.

We might not get another chance.

- DOOR CLOSES

CAMERA CLICKS

I've been processing the evidence

you brought back from the Singh
house.

I recovered data from the USB in
Livtar's drawer.

Simplest if I just show you what's
on it.

- Who is this woman?

- And who was she to Livtar Singh?

- Flowers and teddy bears...

- Any ideas on location?

- Well, I'm working on the shop
fronts visible in the background.

- She's pretty.

- I've also sourced the white
fragments

embedded in Livtar's head torch.

Barium metaborate.

- Anti-rust paint?
- Yeah.

- I assumed it was grit from the dam
wall.

- Anything painted white at the
scene he might've run into?

- Some missing paint chips
consistent with Livtar's head torch

striking the gate.

Also traces of glass or plastic on
the ground.

- From the head torch...?
- I'll be pissed off if they're not.

- Yeah. I've got to say you've
seemed rather pissed off most of the
day.

- I should have seen this the first
time.

- You've seen it now. That's the
important thing.

It's good.

- So he hits the gate face-first
coming from this direction...

- So he was heading back to his car.

- Running back, given the impact.

- And if he was looking round as he
ran,

explains why he didn't see it until
it was too late,

even with a head torch.

Begging the question...
- What was he running from?

- I told you. I don't know her.

- Are you sure, Emma?

- Yes, I'm sure.

Look, what am I doing in a police
station?

- I'm sorry, Emma. But you say you
don't know this woman.

You say you don't know why Livtar
went off on midnight drives

or why he bought flowers or teddy
bears

or why he drank whisky back in the
day...

- What is your point?

- I'm just trying to find out what
happened to your husband.

- You think this wasn't an accident?

- That's why you're in a police
station.

- He's right.
- Huh?
- It's no big deal you missed the
gate.

Out of character, though.
- I was distracted.

- That's what I mean. Out of
character.

- What do you want, Nikki?

- I want to know why you missed the
gate.

- I told you.
- The real reason.
- I missed it cos I was thinking,

"Why is Nikki back when she's so
clearly not ready?"

- How would you know? You haven't
seen me in months.

- Sorry.
- I don't want an apology.

I just want to understand why. Why
you haven't seen me.

- Why do you think?
- I don't know!

It's a genuine question...
- I was supposed...

I went out there to find you.

To bring you home.

I failed.

- Jack...that's nuts.

You're here. I'm here.

We made it. You saved the lives
of...
- Please stop.

- Jack, you've got nothing to prove.

Nothing.

- Get a room!

Check this out.

So, came through here.

Got various broken branches, got
trampled ground.

That gave me a reverse path round
to...

..this.

I didn't bag it, cos, well, that's
your bag.

- You're on fire, David.

- So you say there was a problem
with the contractors. Anything
specific?

- Not really.

But they knew he had a launch date
that he needed to hit

and they dragged their heels.

At the fundraiser I had to leave
early

to take my daughter to an
appointment.

I went to say goodbye to Livtar and
I found him

in the spa with this man who was
obviously giving him grief.

- Do you know what about?

- Money, I think.

Anyway, the guy was dodgy.

As soon as he saw me coming

he picked up some plans that were
lying around.

But it was bullshit.

He was holding them upside down.

He said something like, "It's one
thing asking for money

"for yourself, but asking for it for
her is something else."

I know it doesn't make any sense.

- Who was the her?

- I don't know.

- And you didn't ask Livtar about
it?

- I never got a chance.

OK. Will do. Thanks, Heidi.

Where's Jack?
- Went back to the reservoir.

- Why?

- Thinks he might've missed
something.
- And did he?

- What are you after?

- Clarissa...

- I think he was a bit thrown by
Nikki coming back.

Sally Vaughan must be dragging it
all up for her.

What did you need Jack for?

- Secure some plans from Livtar's
club,

see if we can lift fingerprints.
- OK. I can do that.

- Right. Good.

Go carefully - it's still a building
site.

- Good day's work. Fancy a beer
later?

- Nice offer, but...knackered.

- OK, raincheck?
- Raincheck.
- Raincheck.

- PHONE VIBRATES

Hello?

- Sally's phone just came back
online for 30 seconds.

- You're kidding!
- Is David Cannon with you?

- Yes.

- The phone pinged a mast in North
Kent.

One mast means no exact location,
but Cannon's definitely with you?

- Yes.
- Great. Thanks, Nikki.

- Just the one, then.

- Yeah.

- Can I help you with something?

You do know you're on private
property?

Excuse me.

- OK, so we've traced the signal
from Sally's phone to a farm.

- Angus Merrick. Why do I know that
name?

Shit.

He's not going to come quietly.

Mobilise Firearms, be discreet.
- Sir.

- Well, it's really good of you to
help us out, David.

- Don't be daft. You're helping me.

- I was worried about you earlier.

- Why?
- You disappeared again.

- Did I?

Yeah, yeah, I went to see... Gwen
Blair. Our lab technician.

I thought maybe she'd have some news
about Sally.
- Did she?

Did you and Sally see each other
much outside of work?

- No. Not lately.

Used to. When I got divorced...

- She's a bloody good listener.

- Yeah, she is.

Can I tell you something?

In confidence.

- Sure.

- When I last saw Sally...

..we argued.

- Right.

Well, Jack and I fight sometimes.

- No, I mean a proper, full-on,
stand-up row.

- About what?

- About the lab. You know she was
selling the lab.

And I wanted her to make it over to
me.

She'd be a sleeping partner.

She could keep her hand in if she
wanted...

- That doesn't sound like a terrible
idea.
- No, it wasn't.

She thought it was.

- And that's what you rowed about?

- Yeah. We made the lab together.

You know, I did everything to help
her with it.

But she owned it all on paper. Every
brick.

- She could be stubborn.

- Yeah. So can I, believe me.

I should've let it drop.

I didn't have the right.
- Did you tell the police?

- Of course.

And they said the same - I shouldn't
beat myself up about it.

I'm going to nip to the loo. Excuse
me.

- PAPER UNFOLDING

CAMERA CLICKS

VIBRATING ALERT

Hello?
- Hi, Nikki, it's Bernhardt.

- Listen. The woman that Cannon met
earlier -

she gave him a map of Sally's
village.

- We traced her phone to a farm in
Kent.

Angus Merrick - ring any bells?

- No.

- His brother Craig was killed in a
high-speed police chase last year.

Angus blamed them and then didn't
want a pathologist

adding insult to injury by cutting
up his brother.

- Sally did the postmortem?

- Sorry, I'm going to have to go.
I'll call you back.

- Thanks. Bye.

- Everything OK?

- Yeah. Sorry, where were we?

FRUSTRATED SHOUT

- Nikki?

Nikki!

- Hello, mate.
- All right?
- What brings you here?

Fancy a couple of rounds yourself?

I've got a slot Friday night.

- Yeah. Why not?

- Angus Merrick!

We just want to talk, Angus.

- Yeah - like you wanted to talk to
my brother!

- We need to know Sally's safe.

- I don't know any Sally!

- That's not true, is it, Angus?

- SHOTGUN BLAST

GUNSHOT

- Go, go, go!

- Call Sally's mobile.

PHONE RINGING

TYPING

PHONE VIBRATING

Hello?
- Hi, Nikki, it's Bernhardt.

- Have you found her?
- No, but we've got him.

- How do you know it's him?

- Merrick had her phone. Blood on
the screen matches Sally's.

- Christ.

- David Cannon was a blind alley -
sorry.

- I've ID'd the man Emma saw arguing
with Livtar.

Gary Hadlow - loan shark and
bouncer.

He was at the club yesterday - I saw
him.

- What were you doing there?
- My job.

- Why were his prints on file?
- He has form for GBH.

I've been over Livtar's phone
records -

there's calls to and from Hadlow's
mobile in the past month.

- Loan shark?

We know Livtar had some issues with
some contractors.

Sir, we should bring Hadlow in now.

- And hit him with what? Making
phone calls?

We can't even place him at the
reservoir.

- No - but somebody breached that
fence.

This snagged material contains
neoprene, a synthetic rubber.

Neoprene finger ridges are found in
army tactical gloves.

- It was a good find.
- David's find. I just ran it.

- Don't...don't we need to focus on
the gap between

Livtar leaving the service station
and getting to the reservoir?

- Where did he go in that half an
hour?

What did he do with the flowers and
the toy?

- We might have a few ideas about
that.

Clarissa looked at the grey powder
on the bottom of Livtar's shoes.

- It's significantly degraded
amorphous carbon.

- Ash, basically.

- Would you do me the honours?

Given the limits of where Livtar
could've gone in 30 minutes,

we have a best guess.

- Yeah, it's the globe, isn't it?
- Yeah.
- Here you go.

- Maitland Salt Factory, which
burned to the ground in '85.

- Necklace is quite distinctive.

Might help with the ID.

- Look at that.

- CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

- Any idea how long we're talking?

- Ten years? Maybe more.

- Livtar knew where they were
buried.

- Look at this.

DISTANT SCREAM

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