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♪ Early one morning

♪ Just as the sun was rising

♪ I heard a young maid sing in the valley below

♪ "Oh, don't deceive me

♪ "Oh, never leave me

♪ "How could you use a poor maiden so?" ♪

'Long, dark blond hair.

'Blue eyes.

'Light blue with hints of green.

'Five four, slim build, size eight to ten.

'No tattoos, no scars, no other distinguishing features.

'Good at sports.

'Football, netball, long-distance running.

'Musical, but never bothered with an instrument.

'Good singing voice. Loved to sing.

'Was singing before she was talking.

'Not that it matters.

'She's not made a career out of singing,

'else we'd have heard of it by now, one way or other.

'But there's nothing. Nothing's ever come up.

'Even with the most advanced technology,

'facial recognition - nothing.

'Would I know her now if I got a glimpse?

'Bone of my bone.

'Flesh of my flesh.

'Would I know her?

'Would I?'

Clare Reed was 14 when she left home.

The last known sighting of her is from CCTV footage

at King's Cross station, ten o'clock that morning.

There have been no further positive sightings.

Today, the ten-year anniversary,

we are making a new appeal

to witnesses who may have seen Clare

on the day of her disappearance or any time since.

John?

Love.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry. Um...

Yes, I'd just like to echo

what Dominic... DI Chambers has just said. Um...

If you have any information about Clare,

please get in touch with the police.

Clare, if you're watching...

...we love you.

We miss you. We think about you every day.

Please get in touch.

Let us know you're OK.

Please come home.

Aaron called.

- Aaron? - Yeah.

He's got a big job starting.

He wondered if I'd be interested.

Mm. Well, that's great, love.

What were you thinking about that?

How was Janet today?

Oh, she was in one of her moods.

Uh, she means nothing by it.

All hot air. She's always been that way.

Well...

I took the remedial group again.

She'd have blown her top with them, poor things.

God, that woman, she's got no patience!

How's little Casey?

She tries ever so hard.

Bless her.

Mm. But she's struggling.

I keep saying to Janet, we need to get her assessed.

In one ear, out the other.

Bugger Janet! Go to the head.

When we were reading today,

Casey said she hated it

because her mum is always reading her book on her phone.

Facebook.

- God! - Yeah.

- Are you done with that? - Yeah.

There's a new detective thing starting later.

Might be worth a watch.

'Trains are boring.'

Only boring people find things boring.

They're for boys!

Rubbish! They're for everyone.

Come here, look!

Look, this here is the motor.

When the motor operates, it turns this screw

which turns this cog which turns the wheels.

- It's like a chain reaction. - What?

It's when everything's connected.

One thing makes the next thing work

and so on down the line.

The motor turns the screw

which turns the cog which turns the wheel.

It's still boring, Dad. You should've had a boy.

Goodness!

Oh, God, it was a bit of a day, I must say!

Janet, she was in one of her moods. Oh!

Well, you know... You know the way she gets sometimes.

You hated her when you had her as a teacher.

The things you used to come back saying about her, but...

I don't know.

Dad says it's all hot air.

But, yeah...

She does take it out on the kids,

and I sometimes think, you know, if I wasn't there,

one day she might really let 'em have it,

and then she'd be in terrible...

Right, here we go. Another day, another dollar.

Ah, thanks, love.

Have a good day, and don't mind Janet.

You working at the hairdresser?

Yeah, I'm off there next. Don't know how long I'll be.

- I'll call you in the break. - Right.

- Yeah. Ta-ta. - See you.

'Sweetheart.'

You should come down.

You need to eat something.

Mary?

Mary?

Jesus!

Jesus! Mary! Mary!

Mary, wake up! Mary!

Mary!

Mm...

No, don't...

Don't go... No...

No! No!

No! No!

No!

No! She's gotta be...

Good morning, Mrs Reed.

Good morning, Casey. How are you today?

Tired. I've done all my homework.

Good girl!

Can't wait to see it. Come on, then.

Did you have a nice evening?

Yeah, very nice.

What did you have for your tea?

How does it look, anyway?

Is it gonna, uh... take long, or...?

When was the last time this was looked at?

Oh, mate, honestly, don't ask me.

I've only been here a few months myself.

My boss just said to ring you.

- Where is the boss? - Lanzarote.

Oh. I think you're gonna have to get 'em on the phone.

They ain't gonna be happy, mate.

I doubt her salon burning down will make her happier.

Yeah, no, I know.

OK...

Just put 'em on the phone with me, I'll explain it.

Sweet. Cheers.

- Did you grow up around here? - Eh?

It's just that you look about the same age as my daughter.

Clare Reed? She went to Whitemore.

No. I'm from Barnes.

Yeah, I come here, like... five years ago?

For college, yeah.

Oh, hi, Trace!

How are you?

Oh, fuck off! Just leave me alone.

Trust you to do it!

- You do this every fucking day! - Just shut up?

You walk in there and you act like...

Just shut up, you fucking dirty bitch!

You've got one job, mate. You walk in there...

'We should have been more lenient.

'We should have watched her closer!

'Then maybe she wouldn't be gone.'

Mikey, talk to me like that again,

I will fucking hurt you!

- Sorry! Sorry! - Oi, you fucking twat!

Clare!

Clare!

Clare!

Hi!

No, I'm fine. Fine. Everything's fine.

Yes, but you have to stay in! How many more times?

Hey! Is Bella about?

John!

Hey, Bella!

Good to see you.

Good to see you, too.

- How are you? - Yeah, you know... good.

I saw the appeal.

Yeah, there's a new DI, keen to make his mark.

- It all helps. - Yeah! Yeah...

Um... They did a new picture.

We've got a couple of newbies down from Scotland,

one from Manchester.

- Tea? - Yeah, please.

Suze, would you be a darling and get us a couple of teas?

Two sugars, right?

Ciara's from Manchester,

Magda's been in Glasgow for a while.

And the boy?

Nathan.

Turned up a few weeks back, hasn't said much,

but it feels like he's straight out of care.

I want to introduce a good friend of mine, John Reed.

John's daughter, Clare, ran away from home ten years ago.

He pops in now and again just to talk to new faces,

see if they might know anything about her.

How are you, John love?

Hey, Noleen. Looking after yourself?

Sure, I'm grand.

You mind and talk to this fella.

He's one of the good ones,

so no bullshit or backchat, do you hear?

- You got everything? - Sorted.

Well, be safe. Check in later, yeah?

Depends how it goes.

You mind yourself now.

I'll be lighting a candle for you on Sunday,

regular as clockwork

Thank you.

So, you been doing this ten years?

Like, coming here, talking to everyone?

- On and off, yeah. - Shit! What about the police?

- Wow, you really are a twat! - Fuck you! I'm only asking.

Do you think the police are gonna spend ten years

looking for some streeter?

No offence, man.

Um...

this is one of the last photos we have of her before she left.

Of course, she'd look different now.

She's 24, so...

she might have changed her hair

or changed her name, we don't know.

She ran off?

Can't have been that happy, then.

- Ciara! - It's all right.

She wasn't. She was very unhappy.

Cos of you?

Cos of me, her mum, her life.

She got into drugs.

Started getting into trouble. Shoplifting and stuff.

We didn't know what to do.

The school tried. We spoke to counsellors, doctors...

It was our job to help her, to understand her.

That was all we had to do.

But...

Well, she left.

We found out afterwards she'd sold her phone on eBay,

her laptop, everything she had of value.

She had about £400 on her when she left.

Well, what about all that... the CSI shit.

Uh, DNA or whatever?

Yeah, there's been leads over the years,

but they never amount to much.

Do you think she's still alive?

There's no reason to think otherwise.

If she is, seems like she don't wanna be found!

Fair enough,

but what kind of father would I be if I didn't keep looking?

What kind of father were you?

Did you hit her? Did you fuck her?

- Stop that! - Are you that kind?

You are one fucked-up skank!

Never seen her.

Yeah, sorry, me neither.

I'll ask around and we'll put up the poster.

Thank you.

- Oh, John, you don't have to. - Uh, no, no, here.

Get them what they need.

I hope I don't see you soon.

Me too.

Thank you, Bella.

Oh, dear!

It's great to have you with us, John.

- Feels like old times, eh? - Yeah!

I'll introduce you to the lads.

Boys, this is John, the new sparks.

Nice to meet you, mate.

- Definitely ten, yeah? - No, it's 12.

- Coffee's up. - Oh, sweet, man.

- Cappuccino, two sugars? - Yeah, thanks a million.

There's brownies in the bag as well if you want.

Uh... No, I'm good.

What, are you watching your figure?

Yeah.

Hi, love. How's your day going?

No.

Just like old times. Yeah, good. You?

No wonder she's got you by the bollocks!

Ah, shit, it's her!

Ah, shit, I gotta get the kids, boys.

All right, can I take this, yeah?

Go on. Go on, crack on.

All right. All right, cool.

All right, love, yeah. No, listen, I'm on the way.

I'm coming now...

That explains the thumb mark on his head.

All makes sense now.

'The person you are calling is not available.

'Please leave a message after the tone.'

Hello, love, it's me. OK, um...

Yeah, listen, it's a little before four.

Uh... Just checking in you're OK.

- See you tomorrow, mate. - Yeah. Hey, listen.

Bring your lad's train in and I'll take a gander.

- Cheers, John. - All right.

- Get home safe, yeah? - Thank you.

Hey, Mary, I'm on my way home. Give me a call, will you?

'The person you are calling is not available.

'Please leave a message after the tone.

'The person you are calling is not available.

'Please leave a message after the tone.'

- Mary? - John!

I gave you a call, your phone was off.

- Stop. - What?

- What is it? What's happened? - Stop, stop! John...

She's here.

Who's here?

Clare.

Mary, come on!

No, John, listen, listen, listen.

- She's come home. - Stop.

No. You're not listening. It's happened.

- Just stop! - John, it's happened!

It's finally happened!

It's today. It's today! It's the day. She...

It's now!

I'm so sorry I didn't call you, but...

She was waiting for me.

She was on the doorstep.

John... Oh, love!

I have to see her.

No! Yes, but wait. Just... John!

Just breathe. Sweetheart, breathe.

I can't...

Breathe out. Sweetheart, breathe.

- I can't breathe! - Come and sit down. Sit. Sit!

Let it out, and then breathe. Sit. It's all right.

Just sit down.

Breathe now. Breathe. Let it go. Let it go.

That's it, that's it.

That's it, good. Breathe out.

Slowly take a deep breath into the body. It's the shock.

- I think... I think I saw her. - Yeah.

Yeah, there's so much to say.

There are so... so many questions.

For now, sweetheart, for now...

just...

- ...come and see her, yeah? - OK, yeah.

Good. Good.

- All right. - All right.

OK.

Wait, wait! Why now?

Ah, well...

She'll tell us. She'll tell us, John. She'll tell us everything.

But just give her a little bit of time.

- OK. - Good.

- OK. - Yeah. Trust me.

- Come on, then. - Yeah.

I know...

Oh, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart, I know!

I know, I know, I know...

- Come on. You all right? - Yeah, yeah.

Ready?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

John?

Hi.

John?

Say something.

John...

I'm sorry, I... I...

I don't know how to do this.

This was a bad idea. I should go.

No, no, no!

No!

John!

John?

Oh, God!

Oh, thank God!

Oh, I thought you'd...

I didn't... I didn't... Oh, thank God!

Is she staying?

Uh... no.

No.

I'm sorry.

I should've warned you. I wish... I wish...

I mean, I didn't get any warning myself.

But John...

John!

She's come back to us!

And I've been thinking... You know, we...

We mustn't press her. We must not push her.

Whatever she's been through, whatever she needs...

...we'll be here.

In her own time.

We... We've got to give her space.

We can't go rushing in, and... We won't make the same mistakes.

It isn't her.

Oh, love!

I didn't believe it at first either.

It... It's so much to take in.

And... And she's different.

Of course she is. I mean, what did you expect?

I... don't...

I don't recognise her.

Oh...

You just need to rest, my love.

Come on.

Come on, I'll help you up.

Uh.

Oh! Hello.

I thought I'd let you sleep.

You were out like the dead.

It's good.

You need it.

Tea in the pot.

What's all this?

I know, it's ridiculous, isn't it?

Scones and cake... huh!

I've been stupid.

What did she say?

When you first saw her

what did she say?

Well...

She didn't say anything.

She was just sat there on that front wall,

like... she'd forgotten her key again.

It was so... ordinary.

And then she stood up

and I saw her properly.

And I thought... I thought I'd finally tipped over.

You know, I thought I was imagining things.

But... she had that look.

She had that same look that she used to have

when she wanted to say sorry.

That same face.

And then we came in, and, um...

- we sat down and... - Mary, Mary...

She must've said something. Right?

Where she'd been, what happened. It's ten years, Mary. Ten years.

Yeah, but you don't talk about ten years in ten minutes.

She must've said something!

I mean, didn't she try to explain?

She asked for my forgiveness, John.

She wept.

And she asked for my forgiveness.

Don't know how it's gonna be. It's, uh...

It's lemon.

Still like it?

- Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah?

Right. And then there's...

There's jam... for the scones.

And...

You've gone to so much trouble.

Oh, no.

It's nothing.

- Uh... - Let me help you.

Sorry! Sorry!

- Sorry about that. Sorry. - No worries. No worries.

Hang on a minute.

- Sorry. - Sweetheart...

It's all right!

Relax.

Shall I cut you a slice of lemon drizzle?

Your favourite?

Well, I mean... is it? I don't know.

Yeah, that'd be lovely. Great.

Pass the plates.

That's it.

Oh, sweetheart!

Come on.

We're having cake.

It's all right.

Yeah?

- Thanks. - For you.

For you.

Sorry. Do you...?

- Are you gonna tell us? - John...

You don't have to.

Ten years, and here you are,

sat in the kitchen eating tea and cake.

- Don't mind him. - It's all right.

Is it?

Not a trace of you! Not a word!

- And now... - John, please...

Sorry.

I've, um...

I've... I've lived with you in my head.

I've imagined this moment for so long...

But for you, what I've done,

I understand if you don't want me.

Oh, no, no.

Where'd you go when you got off the train?

- Just don't! - Where'd you live?

What did you do?

Fourteen years old with only a few hundred quid!

- Stop it! - How did you manage?

And... And not a trace of you anywhere!

Anywhere!

No recordings, no sightings, nothing!

Will you leave her be!

We don't...

We don't have to do everything at once.

What do you want?

Only to explain.

To... To ask your forgiveness.

You have it.

You have it.

Clare! Clare! What have you taken?

We don't know! But, I mean, she's almost unconscious.

- Clare, what have you taken? - Yes, please. Please!

- Yes. Thank you. Thank you. - Clare!

- They're on their way. - Oh, thank God!

Wake up, sweetheart!

- Clare! Clare! - John, she just...

- Clare! - Clare!

Oh, thank God! Thank God!

You gotta stay awake now, sweetheart.

How could you be so stupid?

Sweetheart...

You stupid, selfish little cow!

John!

John?

John?

She'd like to see her room.

So... The whole place is looking a bit shabby, I suppose.

- Could do with a lick of paint. - No, no, it's perfect.

So...

Clare!

Are you gonna be long?

Uh... uh, no, no.

Just, um... You know, just a minute.

It's all the same.

So, you've got your own place now?

Yeah. Yeah.

It's not much, but it is the first time

I've lived properly on my own.

Oh?

- Maybe we should... - I had a boyfriend.

When I left.

I... I thought he loved me.

He said he did.

He said he'd take care of me.

How stupid can you get?

He, um... He was my dealer.

Um, then it...

...just...

You don't have to do this.

No, I want to.

I want to. You deserve to know.

I was so angry.

I don't... remember why anymore.

You don't remember?

You... You never did anything wrong.

It was me. It... It's all me.

You were a child.

No, I was old enough to know right from wrong.

I think I just didn't care.

So, that was it, then?

You were with this man all this time?

John!

No, I... I stayed a few years.

He made it difficult to leave, but I...

I did. I did get away.

Why didn't you come home?

I... I was ashamed.

Dad, I...

I... I was ashamed.

Oh, sweetheart...

I know.

- It was horrible. - I know.

It's done now.

It's all over.

Dad, help me.

Pl... Please forgive me.

So, after you left this... this man,

what did you do then?

Maybe we shouldn't talk about that right now.

Of course not.

You know, I went full time.

Yeah?

Yeah.

It's been a few years now, hasn't it?

Of course they stuck me with Janet.

You remember Janet?

Mrs Hodge. Year one.

You couldn't stand her.

Right. Yeah, yeah. I, um...

I didn't know her name was Janet.

And he's still doing the trains.

That's great.

I... I used to love coming in the shed, watching you work.

- D'you want some more broccoli? - Did you?

Sorry?

You always used to say trains were boring.

I probably just wanted to wind you up.

We should go to the police, get a DNA test.

John!

If she's who she says she is...

- For God's sake! - Maybe he's right.

There we go!

Why can't we just enjoy this in peace

without having the media camped outside,

you know, the endless hounding?

What do you want?

Is it drugs? Money? Are you in trouble?

No, I...

What have we got that she could possibly want?

We're nobody! We're nothing!

Why would anybody want us if they didn't have to?

- We need a test. - I should go.

No, you stay where you are. John!

What did we do for your ninth birthday?

- You don't have to. - She doesn't know.

What is the matter with you?

You don't know, do you?

My ninth? Uh, was that a party?

I don't... Sorry, my memory.

It's all right, sweetheart, you don't have to.

- She can't! - Will you just leave her alone!

Wait, was, um...? Was...?

Um, was... was... was that the one that we went into town?

The Lion King, wasn't it?

Yeah!

Yeah, you were obsessed with that film.

Yeah, I-I...

You wanted to go for my tenth,

something special for double figures,

but I begged and begged.

We went into town, the West End.

Yeah, yeah, we saw the show.

And we went for a Chinese after. Do you remember?

What did you say to me at the restaurant?

Oh! Oh, I, um... I wanted to go again the next day,

but you... you said tickets cost 70 quid.

Please!

Yeah! And I'd made a cake and we went home and had that.

- Lemon drizzle. - Mm... Mm...

Yeah, icing. Yeah.

- Buttercream in the middle. - Yes, my favourite.

That was a really good birthday.

Jesus Christ, Dad!

The Lion King, wasn't it?

Mary!

Where have you been?

Nowhere.

Driving.

Mary, we need to...

What have you done?

What we should've done a long time ago.

Oh, no, no, no!

- No! This is madness! - John.

It isn't her!

But...

I think she knows all about her somehow, about us.

I don't know how. I don't why.

It's wicked what she's doing. It's cruel.

- No! - Mary! Mary, Mary...

I think she knew her,

knew our daughter.

- She might know where she is. - I know where she is.

For the first time in a very long time!

Mary, I know you want this more than anything,

God knows I do, too, but...

...you must feel it!

You must feel it isn't right!

Don't tell me what I feel!

Don't!

For ten years I've heard nothing but:

"You have to stay positive.

"You have to believe. You have to give up hope.

"You have to find peace."

For ten years I've been told what I have to feel,

what I have to think.

And I did what I was told.

I had no choice.

I had nothing to hold onto.

You had me.

She's come back, John.

Whether you like it or not.

Trains are boring.

Sugar bowl...

Sorry, do you not...?

OK, right...

Quickly...

Fuck!

You've got the live and the neutral

the wrong way round, mate.

Fuck! Sorry, mate.

Sorry.

Liar.

You're a liar.

Got ya!

No, sorry.

No, love. Sorry.

Any joy?

Uh... no. Listen, if it's all right with you,

I'd like to come back on another night.

- Yeah, yeah. - Thank you.

- No worries. - Hey! Nathan, right?

Yeah, hi.

- How's it going? - Yeah, good.

Listen, would you take a look at something?

- Who's that? - Have you ever seen her before?

I thought you were looking for your daughter.

I am, yeah.

Well, this ain't the same girl from before.

No, I know that.

I think she might know something about Clare, about my daughter.

And who is she?

That's what I'm asking if you've ever seen her.

Mate, how many girls do you want us to look at?

Hey, you fucking perv!

What, take photos of all the girls that suck you off, do you?

No. Look, here. Just take a look, right?

- Back off! - OK, OK.

Just take a look, please.

- You know her! - Fuck off!

- No, wait, please! - Get the fuck off of me!

- Hey! - Move out my way!

- Tell me how you know her. - Fuck off! Move out the way!

Move out the fucking way!

For God's sake, it's my daughter!

Fuck your daughter!

Mary?

Mary? I need to talk to you.

Mary?

'Long, dark blond hair.

'Blue eyes. Light blue with hints of green.

'Five four. Slim build. Size eight to ten.

'Good at sports. Football. Netball. Long-distance running.

'Good singing voice. Loved to sing.

'Was singing before she was talking.

'She'll look different now.

'Unrecognisable probably.

'She'll probably be different, too.

'We're all different now.'

No, he left early, didn't he?

The missus called.

Ah, morning, fella.

So, I got the new van, didn't I?

Picked it up last night.

- She's a beaut. - How much?

Eight, eight and a half. Not bad.

Oh, come on, she ain't that bad.

- Is he all right? - No idea.

Come on, lads. Come on, let's get going.

John?

- Ready? - Be right there.

Hi.

Um, you... You've been watching me.

It's OK. I... I just thought maybe we should talk.

Nothing to talk about until you take a DNA test.

OK, that's fair.

You'll do it?

If that's what you want.

I know she won't be happy about it.

All the publicity.

But I never wanted her to have to choose between us.

So, whatever it takes.

I got you something. It's not much.

- I can't. - Please.

- I can't accept it. - Please.

I-I never wanted to make you unhappy.

Hello?

Hey!

- Bye, Mrs Reed. - Bye-bye, Casey.

See you tomorrow.

Don't forget, I want that picture of Dobby.

We'll have to call the parents in.

It just can't keep going on like this.

- I know. - Oh, there's John!

- See you. - Yeah, see you tomorrow.

- Well, what exactly did he say? - Not much.

Possible sighting.

He wants us to come in.

Well, we can't.

I mean...

We have to, of course, but...

We have to...

- We mustn't... - We mustn't what, Mary?

We've been blessed.

We've had good lives, John.

For better and for worse.

Have you asked her?

Have you actually asked her about our daughter?

We've lived a decade of wanting. A decade!

You're lucky if you get eight on this earth. We've lost one.

- We don't have too many more. - She's out there.

She's out there somewhere, Mary.

You know she is.

You've always trusted, haven't you, John?

You've always trusted that...

someday, somehow, they'll get to the bottom of it all,

they'll find everything out,

they'll find out the reason, the...

...the how, the why.

Well, maybe we will.

In time.

But it won't be through them. It'll be through her.

When she's ready.

Hello, love.

Oh, that's brilliant!

Yeah, of course I think it is.

Yes!

Oh... Oh, well...

No, I can't, actually. I've got to stay.

I've got a staff meeting.

Cos Casey finally got her assessment.

Mm-hm! Yeah, it was good,

because now she'll get the support she needs,

whether Janet likes it or not.

Listen, I've got to run,

but I'll call you when I'm done, yeah?

Yeah. Me too.

Love you. Bye.

Right, then. Shall we go?

John. Mary. Has anyone offered you any tea or coffee?

We're fine, thank you.

Good.

Listen, thank you so much for coming in.

Of course, yeah.

So... we found a possible sighting.

Please don't get your hopes up. It's a long shot.

- It's from seven years ago. - Seven years?

Colleagues in Manchester are working on a case.

They're going back on some CCTV footage.

You've had this for seven years?

It's an unrelated case.

I don't know what to tell you.

Nobody made a connection before.

But the new sergeant saw our appeal.

I'm sorry.

They ran facial recognition against our database.

Now, it's not conclusive,

but Clare's name came up as a possible match.

If it is her, what does it mean?

It means we have something to try and follow up on.

This other case in Manchester?

I can't tell you anything about that, I'm afraid.

I know this is a lot to take in.

You already had us do the appeal.

You put us through that.

Have you ever had journalists camped outside your house?

Or hanging around your workplace,

following you down the street, trying to trick you,

pretending to be an interested stranger

or helpful passer-by?

Hate mail? Death threats?

Whole websites dedicated to saying

what a terrible parent you must've been?

We need to look at the footage,

tell the Detective Inspector what we think.

Let's see it.

Here.

We've enhanced it as much as we can.

No.

Oh, my God!

Hello!

Oh, my little baby!

Oh, my God!

John!

Please, just look closely. It's seven years old.

It's not her.

Fuck your daughter!

'With the latest BBC news for Greater Manchester.

'I'm Jade Weston.

'The Housing Secretary is looking at new measures...'

My girl's been missing ten years.

She was 14 when she went.

She'd be 24 now.

Jasmine!

That's her name.

That's what she said, anyway.

I knew her.

Not well, mind, but... we chatted some.

They used to bring a van round, give us tea and the like,

before this place was set up.

Don't have the money for that no more.

Clare. Her name's Clare.

Well, she said her name were Jasmine,

said she lived with her boyfriend.

When was this?

When did you last see her?

Uh... not for a long time, pet.

Roughly when? Please, it's important.

I don't know.

Uh... seven years ago, that sounds about right.

And this, um, boyfriend,

- what was his name? - I don't know.

I saw him round once or twice.

He was a young fellow. He weren't with anyone I know.

I haven't seen him for years.

Her?

No idea.

Dad, help me.

I'm not sure, but here comes the sun.

I'm gonna try, and we can afford it.

It's the trip of a lifetime, so...

Manchester!

That's where you met her, isn't it?

Um, I...

Look, I get off in 15 minutes. Can we talk then?

We can talk now. Just tell me.

Right, OK. Let me close up.

Just fucking tell me!

- Hey, is he bothering you? - It's OK.

Fuck off and mind your own business!

You what, mate?

I said, "Mind your own business!"

- What the fuck? - John, please!

Oh, it's "John" now, is it? What's the matter, Clare?

Can't quite bring yourself to call me Dad?

- Back off me, yeah? - I said fuck off!

- Please! - Take it easy.

Fuck off! All right?

Jesus, John! What are you doing?

- You know him? - Put it down!

- I'm calling the police. - No, it's OK. We're family.

- Is that what we are? - Fucking nutter.

- Who the fuck are you? - Will you put that down!

It was in Manchester! That's where she knew her!

John!

For God's sakes, why won't you just tell us, please?

Just put us out of our misery!

- Look, I... - Go!

- Go! - You're a liar!

- You're both fucking liars! - Go, go! Give me the keys.

I'll, uh... I'll lock up.

I'll find you later, yeah?

- OK. - Later.

"I'll lock up"?

Jesus, Mary, that's your solution, isn't it?

Keep playing happy families, pretend...

I'm not playing anything.

- It's disgusting! - For God's sake!

You're disgusting!

It's sick.

- It's wrong. - No!

Now you're lying to the police!

Stopping them from doing their job,

from getting answers, from finding out!

She's dead, John!

She's gone.

She's long gone.

And if we find out anything...

...it'll be that.

I knew right from the start.

Well...

a month after she went.

When there was no news and... nothing.

I knew it then.

No.

She had to be, love.

Nothing else makes any sense.

Look, I mean...

She was angry.

Yeah, she was defiant.

She was very... very lost.

But she would've come home.

I mean, things weren't ever so bad

that she wouldn't come home.

And then...

she did!

You're not making any sense, Mary.

It is hard to understand, I know.

I know. I...

I find it hard myself.

Don't really understand it.

But I don't want to understand it because I know what I feel.

And it just feels right.

- Clare... - Don't! Don't call her that.

No, listen. Clare... must've known her.

You were right.

She won't say how, and she won't say when,

but, in a funny sort of way, it doesn't really matter.

What?

You think I'm mad.

I don't blame you.

I probably am.

She's our child,

Mary.

Our baby.

Mm.

We lost her, John.

We lost her.

My mummy's name is Mary

and she's a teaching assistant,

which means she helps the teacher teach the kids.

My dad's name is John and he's an electrician.

He's very clever,

fixing all sorts of things with electricity.

He also fixes model trains,

which are actually quite interesting

when you know how they work.

There's a chain reaction.

All right?

It's all right.

Would you like a drink?

She's been promoted to Assistant Manager.

Right.

It's a lot more responsibility, isn't it?

Cos you've got to do the food ordering now.

Yeah, I... Yeah. It's not a big menu, though.

It's just sandwiches and toasties, that kind of thing.

And she's enrolled in the college.

It's nothing, really.

- Hairdressing. - Only part-time.

Well, no less valuable.

You're gonna have a real skill, real trade.

Thing is, you'll never be out of work,

because people will always want their hair cutting.

And you've got loads of options,

cos you can be working in a salon or, um...

...you know, a mobile service.

You could set up your own business, like your dad.

I'm, um... I'm just gonna check the oven.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, John.

Please don't...

John...

I've upset both of you, haven't I?

Oh, my God! Oh, I'd better go and...

OK.

Clare.

You really want this, don't you?

You really need us.

Oh, sweetheart, that's so lovely.

Oh... you're gonna make me cry.

Thank you so much.

Love you.

I'd like to make a toast.

Oh! Any excuse for another drink.

- Thanks. - All right, I just wanna say...

how grateful I am to be here tonight with the both of you.

To my lovely, darling wife, happy birthday!

May this year bring you only joy.

- Thank you, sweetheart. - To Mary!

- To Mum! - Oh, thank you.

- Sentimental old boy! - ♪ Happy birthday to you

- ♪ Happy birthday to you - Oh! Look at that!

- ♪ Happy birthday, dear Mary - ♪ Happy birthday, dear Mum

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- Thank you so much. - Make a wish.

I don't need to make a wish

cos I've got everything I want.

Thank you.

I love you.

Mm.

I love you, John.

How many glasses of wine have you had?

That's not why I'm saying it.

You only say it when you've had a couple.

No, I don't.

I said it the other day

when you changed the plug on my hairdryer.

Well...

I love you, too.

John!

Hey!

It's been a while.

How are you?

Yeah, yeah... You know, good, good.

Well, I'm very glad to hear that.

Uh, yeah, you know, I should... I just, um...

- Are you all right? - Yeah, no, I'm...

It's just crowds. You know, I...

Right. OK.

Come on, you.

Let's get your stuff before it gets even busier.

- Good to see you. - And you.

- I hope I don't see you soon. - You too, Bella.

- You were gonna buy it. - It's not for me.

It's not for me either!

Oh, sweetheart, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting.

But the queues? Mad!

- Where are we going, darling? - Uh, Mango.

Oh, no!

There's holey things over there as well.

John!

I've said I'll work with her again next year.

Seriously?

She's not that bad. I can handle her.

And, you know, at the end of the day,

it's the kids that's gonna suffer, isn't it?

You know what I mean?

You're all right, you know?

We can have these in front of the telly.

There's a new cop thing starting tonight.

Another one?

Well, people like to think they can solve a mystery.

Or if they can't, someone will.

Tea?

- Here you go. - Thank you.

That doesn't sound good.

It's just playing up a bit.

You're bent double at work all day

and you hunch over all evening.

I'm just getting old, that's all.

No, you're not old. You and Mum, you...

You... you just need a massage.

I can get one of the college girls to do it.

They're really good

and they need guinea pigs for their course.

The show's starting soon. Are you gonna be much longer?

I'll be in in a minute.

The, uh... The motor's working fine.

It's just that the screw needs to be realigned.

It's an easy job.

He could've done it himself if he'd looked it up on YouTube.

Chain reaction.

That's right.

She told me she'd come in here some evenings to watch you work.

She liked to hear you talk about it,

even if she pretended she didn't.

She was a hard girl,

but she was always soft when she spoke about you.

We worked together,

shared a room in Manchester, you were right.

We had the same pimp.

He called us the twins. He thought we looked alike.

He thought it was funny, two for the price of one.

He was a dickhead.

He met her down here.

He sold her the same shit he sold all of us.

We were special, he'd take care of us...

He did for a bit.

Um, she...

She spent everything on drugs.

I didn't understand her.

Everything was always wrong.

But she didn't know...

...she had so much.

Her own room, her own stuff, people...

...who loved her,

cared about her.

She threw it all away.

She... she thought I was mad, asking her things, every detail.

She told me, I don't know why.

I-I did use to dream about it, about her life.

She'd sing sometimes. She had a lovely voice.

I didn't have a grand plan.

I-I saw you on the telly doing the appeal.

I-I-I don't know, it was weird. I'd heard so much about you.

You were so familiar.

And you were so sad.

I-I know how that feels.

So, I came to see you.

I didn't... I just thought maybe we'd talk.

I never... I-I-I never...

But...

She...

She asked me...

...inside.

She asked me to stay.

Cos she wanted to take care of me.

She... she... she just wanted me...

...so much.

And I just somehow knew how to be with her.

With Mary.

Sorry.

I'm... I'm sorry.

The last time I saw her, we were 17.

I-I don't know what happened to her.

I wish I did. I would tell you.

I understand you have to do whatever you need.

It doesn't change anything, not for me anyway.

Are you OK?

- Oh, yeah, yeah. - Um...

The show's on in two. I'd... better get back.

- Yeah, I'll be right there. - Yeah.

OK...

♪ Early one morning

♪ Just as the sun was rising

♪ I heard a young maid sing in the valley below

♪ "Oh, don't deceive me

♪ "Oh, never leave me

♪ "How could you use a poor maiden so?" ♪

It's been good having you with us, John.

I don't know how busy you are,

but Aaron says to say we've got some other bits coming up

- and the door's open. - Yeah, that'd be great, thanks.

Oh, sorry.

I gotta take this. One sec. Excuse me.

Hello?

OK.

Oh. When?

We think he's been operating for years,

- could go back decades. - Jesus!

And with his job, travelling around the country,

place to place...

No.

We're about to launch an appeal for information.

I thought it was worth you coming in

because of the connection with Manchester.

So sorry. Can I have a word?

- Want to continue taking look? - Yeah, sure.

What is it?

...and all it is is flour, sugar, and butter.

I'll tell you when you've done enough.

Keep going. Keep going.

Keep going, keep going. Good.

Oh, you're gonna get messy, sweetheart.

Right, let's stick one of these on you...

You might not want to be a cook, necessarily,

but it's a lovely thing to know how to do.

Then you can have all your friends round,

you can have lots of lovely meals,

and they'll always want to come.

You're a number!

Come on, get the scales down, the weighing scales, yeah?

Oh, God, it's just...

Right, when you use these...

- Have you used these before? - No.

Never done any cooking before?

No, never.

That's about right. That's lovely.