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Thank you.

Yep. That seems to be in order.

- There you go. - Thanks very much. - Enjoy.

Hi, Lola. Have fun.

Here we are.

You ready? Three, two, one.

- I'll just get Lola settled. - Sure.

All right, chicken?

I'll just go find your dad.

9.22, York.

9.33, Church Fenton.

9.42, Garforth.

9.59, Leeds.

10.08, New Pudsey.

10.18, Bradford Interchange.

10.29, Halifax.

10.41, Hebden Bridge.

11.02, Burnley Manchester Road.

11.12, Accrington.

11.20, Blackburn.

11.40, Preston.

11.49, Kirkham and Wesham.

11.57, Poulton-le-Fylde.

12.04, Blackpool North.

Ladies and gentlemen,

watch out for the ghost of the Scarlet Bride.

Centuries ago, she suffered a particularly grisly death

the morning of her wedding,

and she's been roaming this abbey ever since, out for revenge.

- Hey. - Hello. - Hey, Patience. - Hi, Patience.

- Hi. - We should do a gig here.

- Oh, my God. Absolutely. - We should. - It's epic.

So beautiful.

So beautiful.

If you'll follow me,

I'll take you to the very spot where

a local squire was accused of devilry

and bricked into the abbey wall.

You can still hear his muffled screams today.

It's me, I'm the squire.

Um, you don't mind it if these guys join, do you?

No.

SCREAM LAUGHTER

Sorry, everyone, had to get it out of my system.

- Are you all right? - Yeah, yes.

All right, OK. This way now.

OBJECT CLATTERS

9.22, York.

9.33, Church Fenton.

9.42, Garforth.

9.47, New Temple Gate.

9.59, Leeds.

Victim?

Phillip Braxton.

He was a specialist engineer.

Hi.

Can we help you?

I'm Martin. I'm a colleague of Phil's.

Uh, the officer said you would want to speak with me.

- Yeah. DS Hunter. - Ah.

- I'll see you in a minute. - All right.

So, tell me, how long have you worked here?

So, what do we think?

Well...

..looks like he sustained

a traumatic brain injury from a blow to the head.

He would've died within a minute.

This the murder weapon?

Yeah, I'd say so, from its dimensions.

Blood's a bit of a giveaway.

He was a good bloke.

He's great with his kid.

Have you found her? The daughter?

Daughter?

The mother drops her off every Wednesday.

She would've been here.

She's, um, uh, she's autistic.

Right, well, here we are.

Uh, thanks very much.

Hope you had fun.

And either way, thanks for getting me out the house.

- Um... - Oh, here. - Oh, thank you very much.

Oh, that's a really cool picture with the lights behind you.

- Can I have your phone? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right.

Ah, nice of you.

I look grey.

Nothing a filter won't fix.

Right, come on. I'm freezing.

This place is definitely haunted.

- Oh, yeah. Laters, you two. - See yas.

- Bye. - See you, losers.

He called you a loser.

I like your friends.

Yeah, they're idiots.

We should hang out with yours sometime.

My, my friends?

Yeah.

I want to meet them.

OK.

PHONE BUZZES

Oh. Mm.

Yeah, um, sorry to ruin the evening.

Oh, you didn't.

- Uh, oh, give me a call later, yeah? - Yeah.

- Bye. - Bye. - Bye. - Bye.

All right, headphones? Lover boy not staying?

No, it's his night off.

Come on, we need you.

Hey, boss, we found this in the bin.

It's the wife's phone. Clare Braxton.

We put a call out, but her car's still parked in the street outside.

So, what are we thinking?

What, she killed her husband and then fled on foot?

Come here.

Is that her with her daughter?

Yeah. Lola Braxton. She's 11 years old.

Autistic, predominantly nonverbal.

We're sweeping the area, but there's no sign of either of them.

And we can't assume they're together.

What do you think?

Sorry, what do I,

what do I think of what?

Well, I thought you might have a hunch where the daughter is

cos you're both, you know?

We're both?

Well, you, you know, you're...you're...

Autistic?

Well, no.

I mean, we're not all the same.

I don't know what she's thinking.

Yeah, I don't have time for you to get all offended.

I'm just...asking for your input, please.

OK. Um...

..I guess...I guess when I was younger,

I liked to find small spaces

to hide in so I could feel the walls around me,

but always near my dad because it felt safer.

Thank you.

So, we're looking for an 11-year-old girl,

Lola Braxton.

And we think she might be hiding in a small space.

So spread out and be thorough.

Lola!

You're not in trouble.

Lola.

Are you in here?

Lola?

- Lola? - Lola , love, can you hear me?

Lola?

- Lola? - Lola?

Lola, are you in here, love?

9.22, York.

9.33, Church Fenton.

9.42, Garforth.

9.47, New Temple Gate.

9.59, Leeds.

10.08, New Pudsey.

10.18, Bradford Interchange.

- 10.29, Halifax. - Hi, Lola.

10.41, Hebden Bridge.

- 11.02, Burnley Manchester Road. - My name is Patience.

- 11.12, Accrington. - Are you OK?

11.20, Blackburn.

11.40, Preston.

11.49, Kirkham and Wesham.

She, uh, may have just witnessed her father's murder.

Poor thing.

She seems to be chanting.

Uh, it's echolalia.

It's, um, it's a way of self-soothing.

Yeah, communication is a bit of an issue.

- And there are no other witnesses? - No.

And right now, everyone who's passed through this museum in

the last few hours is a suspect.

12.04, Blackpool North.

The mum's phone's not given us much,

and nothing from the house search.

Given the level of risk, I've contacted MPU.

There is an older sister as well.

Um, she works near the station in a kebab shop, Diablos.

- They're bringing her over now. - OK, good.

- Get on to local hospitals, stations. - Ma'am.

I spoke to a couple of her friends.

Doesn't look like a domestic.

Apparently, things were pretty good between them.

Yeah, but you know,

- you don't know what goes on behind closed doors, though. - No.

Jesus, both parents gone in one afternoon.

Evie, I'm Detective Inspector Monroe.

Yeah. Where's Lola? Where's my sister?

Have you found my mum?

We're doing everything we can, I promise.

We've got a social worker who's gonna come and look after you

and Lola at your house until we find your mum.

Wait, no, I, I can look after Lola. I'm 19.

OK. But with Lola's needs, you still have to be assessed.

Please sit.

EVIE SIGHS

OK, listen, we need to move fast,

so I'm gonna have to ask you some difficult questions, all right?

What do you mean?

How did your mum and dad get on?

Did they argue?

Were there tensions in the house?

What?

We just want you to be totally honest with us, Evie,

because I wouldn't be doing my job properly if

I didn't consider all the possibilities.

What, so you're saying that my mum killed my dad?

You're joking!

OK. Just ruling things out, Evie.

Can you think of any reason why your mum would disappear?

Well, if you're saying that she ran off,

it's probably because she couldn't handle the stress of Lola any more.

- Did she say that? - No.

No.

But you don't understand, it's so full-on.

She saps mum's time, energy, money, everything.

She takes..

EVIE SIGHS

..everything.

Yeah, just wait here, girls, for me, OK?

Hi, I am Kirsty. I'm the social worker.

Hi, Kirsty. I'm DI Monroe.

Um, their father was killed today,

and the mother's gone missing.

And the younger one's autistic, and the older one really,

really doesn't want you to be here, so that's a tough one.

- OK. - Do you want to get them out the car? - Yeah.

Hi, Lola. I'm Kirsty. I'm the social worker.

Come on, let's get you inside.

- That's it. - Hi. What's going on?

I'm DI Monroe, and you are?

Uh, a family friend.

Is everything all right?

Uh, the girls' father was killed earlier today.

- Oh, my God! - Come on, Evie. Out you get.

Oh, Evie. I am so sorry, love.

Oh!

Oh, you poor thing.

- I've got to go check on Lola. - Yeah.

Do you live nearby?

- Uh, yeah, I'm a neighbour. - Oh, right.

When was the last time you saw the girls' mother?

Clare?

Not for a few days, I think.

Right, well, if you hear anything, let me know, yeah?

Yeah.

So this should be around the time they arrived.

You still don't know where the mum is?

No.

I'm not sure she's coming back.

You think she's dead?

Just doesn't want to be found.

Hmm.

Oh, look, there, it's them!

Oh, hold on.

Ah, Billy, can you go back, please?

Uh, yeah, just two seconds.

There.

She's wearing a rucksack.

What?

Lola.

The girl, she, she's wearing a backpack,

but when we found her,

there wasn't one.

So where's it gone?

DOOR OPENS

So, you think the rucksack is still in the museum?

Uh, yes.

The CCTV footage showed Lola entering with it,

but when we found her, it wasn't there.

OK. So, what's it look like?

Uh, well, it's orange with black straps.

Two side pockets, both empty, front pocket, also empty,

and it's got a black cat on the front of it.

OK. Good work.

Right, we're looking for a orange rucksack with black straps.

Spread out, everybody.

All right, boys, check down there, there's still a carriage left.

Yes, sir.

Any luck?

No. DI Monroe is still checking the workshop, though.

OK, uh, let's head down there, walk the grid, so to speak.

Yeah. Um, sorry, actually, DS Hunter...

..uh...if you ever date someone properly,

would you introduce them to your friends?

I think so. Yeah, why?

Well, it's just Elliot wants to meet them.

Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, why would he,

why would he need to meet my friends?

Well, maybe he just wants to get to know you a bit better.

Yeah...yeah.

Yeah, I guess so.

Thanks.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean - if I ever was to date someone properly?

There you are.

There's about 300 in there.

And they found traces of marijuana in the rucksack.

The little girl was being used as a drug mule?

Seems like it, yeah.

And have we identified where the bag's from?

Well, as you can see, there's not much to go on.

HE GROANS

So what are you thinking?

Father runs into debt trying to care for his daughter

so starts selling drugs

and then runs into trouble with a rival dealer.

And how's the mother involved?

We just don't know, sir.

And at this point, you know...

..she could be a victim or a suspect.

All right, thank you.

Yeah, that should be with you now.

Let me know if you hear anything.

All right. All right.

Hi. Um, I double-checked the archive.

There's, there's nothing on Phillip or Clare Braxton.

All right, well, it was a long shot.

Yeah.

What if, um, what if Clare doesn't want to be found?

Oh, what'd you mean?

Um, well, Evie said that she couldn't handle

the stress of raising Lola, and so maybe,

maybe that made her want to disappear.

Well, I think it's much more likely that her disappearance is connected

to her husband's murder.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, it feels like the only one with any answers is Lola.

- Hi. - Hi. Um, sorry, we're looking for Lola.

We've, we've got something for her.

Yeah. OK.

Oh, look at that.

Oh, pretty cool.

That's good.

That's one for the collection, yeah?

Yeah?

Thanks.

That was nice of you.

Yeah, my brother loves trains too.

That's actually one from his collection.

Oh, don't worry, she can keep it.

Billy also collects loyalty cards.

- Yeah. - Why?

I guess it's a way of finding order in the chaos sometimes.

You know, it's just, my head is, it's always...

OBJECT CLATTERS

9.22, York.

9.33, Church Fenton.

9.42, Garforth.

9.47, New Temple Gate.

9.59, Leeds.

10.08, New Pudsey.

- TRAIN HORN IN BACKGROUND - 10.18, Bradford Interchange.

- HORN CONTINUES - 10.29, Halifax.

- HORN CONTINUES - 10.41, Hebden Bridge.

- 11.02, Burnley Manchester Road. - Lola, hey.

- HORN CONTINUES - Uh, Lola.

It's OK.

Just try and breathe.

Try and breathe.

There's nothing there.

LOLA IN BACKGROUND

Every Wednesday at four, they come, like clockwork.

Bless her.

Same outfit, same rucksack.

The "Lola routine" Phil called it.

And then where did they go?

Um, the maintenance yard.

She'd get on one of the trains

and look out the window like it was a real journey.

Very sweet.

And you're door security, are you?

What does that entail?

Bag checks, mostly.

Staff? Visitors?

Everyone.

So you'd have checked inside Lola's rucksack?

Well, no.

She was a little one, and she didn't like to be touched, so.

OK, where are you?

LOLA IN THE BACKGROUND

Where are the bloody ear defenders?

God!

Mum would know what to do.

Um, Evie, can I just try something?

No, it's fine. It's fine.

- Can I just try? - Uh, Evie... - No!

No, I'm OK. I've got it. It's fine.

Evie, just best if we step outside, yeah?

10.29, Halifax.

10.41, Hebden Bridge.

11.02, Burnley Manchester Road.

It's OK. I promise.

- 11.20, Blackburn. 11.40, Preston. - OK.

- 11.49, Kirkham and Wesham. - OK.

11.57, Poulton-le-Fylde.

12.04, Blackpool North.

9.22, York. 9.33, Church Fenton.

9.42, Garforth.

9.47, New Temple Gate.

9.59, Leeds.

10.08, New Pudsey.

- 10.18, Bradford Interchange. - Do you want to join me in here, Lola?

10.29, Halifax. 10.41, Hebden Bridge.

11.57, Poulton-le-Fylde.

12.04, Blackpool North.

I like it in here.

You know, when I was younger, I used to hide under my bed.

I still do sometimes.

Thank you.

What are you doing with her photo box?

Um, Lola gave it to me.

She's never given it to anyone before.

Um, it's like a security blanket.

It was, um, it was our mum's idea.

Well, my mum gave me a special box too.

Thank you, Lola.

Thank you.

We know Lola brought the backpack every Wednesday,

saw her dad for two hours.

Just enough time for him,

we assume, to swap the cash for cannabis.

So Phillip uses Lola as a drug mule...

..only this time, something goes wrong, and they kill him.

Yeah, but why leave a bag of money behind?

- Yeah, and how does a missing mum tie into all of this? - Mm-hm.

Chuck us a kebab.

Uh, here.

Christ!

Look.

It's the same.

So the bag used to hold the money came from Diablos.

And who do we know who works there?

So, we found the rucksack, Evie.

How long have you been dealing?

No comment.

Did your parents know that you were using your sister to transport drugs?

No comment.

Evie...your father has been killed

and your mother is missing.

I think the time for "no comment" has passed.

Yeah, but this is a total joke.

Why are you wasting your time talking to me

when you should be out there looking for my mum?

Yeah, we are.

And we need you to help us.

This is a murder investigation.

I'm not with the drug squad.

Talk to me.

How did it work?

So, you put the money in the rucksack.

Someone at the museum exchanged it for drugs.

Who was it?

Just a guy I know from school.

And why did you do it? Diablo's not paying you enough?

I didn't even need that money. I gave it to my dad.

OK, so...

..you and your dad did this together?

Not a first.

He caught me, and I said I'd stop.

We were just in so much debt at the time, and I...I,

I just said I could help.

Exactly how was he involved?

He arranged for us to use the museum as a drop-off point.

Said it was safer that way.

It was only gonna be for a bit, just till we got back on our feet.

And where were you selling the drugs?

EVIE SCOFFS

Evie, your father's been murdered. I think you need to cooperate.

Just, like...kids at college, kids at class.

It wasn't a big deal.

OK.

I'm gonna hold you for further questioning, and then, uh,

you'll be allowed home pending a court hearing.

What? A court hearing?

The law's the law, Evie.

You'll be all right. You're a survivor.

No, no, no, cos you don't understand.

I didn't have a choice. My mum had to give up her job.

I had to give up my uni place because we couldn't afford it.

This isn't my fault!

It's because of Lola!

No, you can't just walk away!

Where are you going?

You don't understand! It's not my fault!

Ah!

Patience, right?

Yep.

Zinzi. I work with DCI Baxter.

Yes, I know.

I was hoping to catch you for a chat, actually.

Really?

I would love to include you in some of

the work we're doing on the rebrand.

Oh, n...no.

Well, that, that's not really my thing.

Don't be silly.

DCI Baxter told me about your autism, which I think is fantastic.

Thank you.

And I think your truth is really valid and will resonate with

so many people who think that maybe the police isn't for them.

OK. Well, I'm not actually part of the police.

I work in criminal records.

And I love that.

That is exactly what we're looking for,

your authenticity, your diversity,

and, I hope I'm not making you feel uncomfortable here,

but you have fantastic hair.

Oh, DCI Baxter! Hi.

Sorry I'm late. Got stuck in a meeting.

And the train was delayed.

Sat at Garforth station for 20 minutes.

Couldn't even find a snack.

Garforth?

Sorry, where did you say the train started from?

Uh, Blackpool North, why?

Uh, sorry, you're gonna have to wait a while longer.

Wait...

Ugh.

We've pulled in Evie's school friend,

we're doing a background on him,

but so far, it's looking like her story's checking out,

and all our punters are a bunch of college stoners.

All pretty small-time.

And the money wasn't taken?

You know, I think we can forget

the link between the dealing and the murder.

Hi. Um, Lola's been trying to tell us something,

and that's what this is.

Just give me a sec.

Here we go. York to Blackpool North.

I mean, if there's an answer, it's got to be in this route.

Look, no, no, no, there's a, there's a station missing.

Lola always says York, Church Fenton,

Garforth, New Temple Gate, Leeds.

York, Church Fenton, New Temple Gate, Leeds. What?

Well, there's no New Temple Gate.

Or maybe it's a disused station.

Here you are. New Temple Gate.

No, there's no station there.

But if there's a school.

It's a specialist school.

- Go to the gallery. - Mm-hm.

That's Lola.

- Scroll back. - Mm-hm.

Yep. Scroll, scroll back.

I know that woman.

She's their neighbour.

Lola was at our school until a couple of years ago.

I remember Clare found it pretty tricky at first.

She hoped Lola could be cured.

Um, autism can't be cured. It's not an illness.

Yeah.

Clare came to recognise this,

and finally understood...

..and then loved how Lola saw the world.

It's not easy for parents, or the children,

and sometimes things break down, but it's rarely a lack of love.

Do you really believe that?

Absolutely.

Tell me about Nadia Ward.

That's quite a sad story, actually.

Her daughter, Kelly, was in Lola's class.

She had a seizure and died last year.

Nadia had a breakdown.

She blamed the school.

She hassled staff.

What do you mean?

Nadia stalked Kelly's key worker.

She really needed help.

Wait.

Uh...

..sorry. I recognise that jacket.

She was at the museum the day of the murder.

Jesus.

And I think she was outside the girls' house the other day.

I think that's what Lola saw.

- What? - Well, uh, that's what Lola has been trying to tell us.

She's afraid of Nadia Ward.

Crap.

Jake, we need to get hold of the girls' social worker.

Nadia, their neighbour, she could be dangerous.

- OK. - OK, we're gonna leave in five, yeah? - All right.

EVIE GASPS

PANTING

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

You look beautiful.

That's a gorgeous picture of you.

Are you excited for our holiday, Kelly?

Exciting.

What are you doing?

- Where are we? - Oh, hello, sleepyhead.

Take a seat.

What have you done to me?

I said, sit down!

Would you like some tea?

I'll get some tea.

LOLA WHIMPERING

Lola, it's OK.

Yeah, do you want to check round the back?

- Yeah. - OK. Yeah.

Kirsty?

Evie?

Lola?

- Kitchen's clear. - OK.

What have we got on Nadia?

I'll check.

There's nothing out back.

- Yeah, OK, go and check upstairs. - All right.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

- MUFFLED SCREAMING - Jake!

What is it?

Jake!

Oh, you're OK.

It's all right, it's all right, I'm here now, come here.

PATIENCE HYPERVENTILATING

Go, go, go. Go, go, go. Go.

Well, this will make you feel better.

SLAMS CUP

Kelly!

Stop being silly!

Yeah, boss, we've got a problem.

There's no sign of the kids and no sign of Nadia

cos, apparently, she's never lived on this street.

Yeah, all right, so we've got a mentally unstable woman who has

a breakdown when her daughter dies.

Unable to grieve,

she transfers her affection

to another child and starts stalking her.

She's got no known fixed address, Ma'am,

but she did inherit her mum's country house three years ago.

Here's the location.

All right, let's go.

I don't get it. What's Nadia's plan?

Thought she just wanted Lola?

Yeah, and what's she gonna do to Evie?

- Will, call for backup. - All right.

GRUNTING

Mum? Mum!

Oh, Mum. Mum.

Oh, my God, mum!

Mum. Oh, my God, mum!

Oh, thank God. Thank God.

Are you OK?

Oh! Are you OK?

Are you OK?

Oh, thank God.

CRYING

- Oh! - Kelly!

Baby girl.

Kelly?

Come on, we've got to go now.

There you are. How did you sleep?

Let us go.

- Come on, Kelly. - No, it's Lola!

What?

No, it's not, it's Kelly.

- Come on, Kelly. - Let us go.

Stay back!

- I said, come on. - Stay back!

Kelly. Ah! Oh!

- Run! - Argh! - Get her out of here!

- Kelly! Kelly! - Run!

SIRENS BLARING

Get out.

Get out!

OK, Nadia, I'm Detective Frankie Monroe.

- Stay away! - OK.

OK, I need you to calm down, OK?

Need you to calm right down.

OK, I'm stepping back. I'm stepping back, OK?

I'm taking Kelly away. You can't stop me.

OK.

Are you all right, Clare?

CLARE WHIMPERING

OK. I know you're suffering, Nadia.

Hurting Clare is not gonna bring your daughter back.

You don't know anything about me!

No. I don't know anything about you, Nadia.

I don't, and I want to know, I want to talk to you nice and calmly, OK?

But first, I need you to let Clare go, OK?

Lola is not your daughter.

She doesn't deserve her.

I, I can look after her.

I can love her.

- Ah! - Argh!

NADIA SHOUTS

PATIENCE GASPS

Patient is conscious and breathing.

She was constantly hassling us.

Wanting time with Lola.

And why didn't you report her?

We felt sorry for her.

And we thought we could handle it.

But then she...turned up at the museum.

No!

Give her to me! Where is she?

Nadia, stop!

What have you done?

- Oh, Clare, no. - What have you done?

No, no, no, no. I didn't mean.

Phil? Turn him.

No! Phil? Phil? Phil?

No, no, no, no, no.

We've got to call an ambulance.

Shit! Phil?

No, no, no.

Argh!

NADIA SOBS

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

CLARE GROANS

I'm sorry

CLARE GROANS

I'm sorry.

Whoa, OK.

Come on.

9.22, York.

9.33, Church Fenton.

9.42, Garforth.

Come on.

I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. You must hate me.

No, sweetheart.

No.

The two of you...

..there's nothing you could ever do...

..that would stop me loving you.

I miss Dad.

I know, darling.

Me too.

So, uh...

..anyone fancy some crisps?

Or, uh, nuts?

Ooh, yeah. Thank you.

Uh, oh...

..Patience likes nuts.

But you're allergic to sesame.

Yes.

Oh.

- Yeah, she found out when she was seven. - Eight. - Eight.

Eight.

Yeah, she found out when she was eight.

She found it out at a trampolining party.

- Oh. - Yeah.

Which is when she also found out she doesn't like trampolining.

Oh.

Right, well, uh, let's not do that, then.

THEY CHUCKLE

So, uh, Billy, Patience says you run her group.

Yeah. Yeah. Uh, she joined in 2022.

January 2022.

Which is actually her favourite month.

Partially because snowdrops are her favourite flower.

You know a lot about her, don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose I do.

- I'm just gonna go to the toilet. - Yep. - Yep. - OK.

Great.

This isn't going well.

Is this weird?

This is weird, isn't it?

Yeah, I think, uh, it is a little bit weird.

Yeah. I think she wants us to...

- ...you know, bond. - Yeah.

- Oh, which is fair enough. - Yeah.

You are her best friend.

And I'm...

You're her boyfriend, aren't you?

Am I?

We've not exactly done that yet.

Hmm.

Though I do really like her.

Mm.

And she really likes you.

- Yeah? - Well, yeah.

Okey dokey, folks, start assembling your teams for the quiz.

- Ooh. - I love a quiz night.

Although I can basically only do music and birds.

Ooh, I can do history,

uh, and like, like a little bit of sports.

Although, to be honest, if we've got Patience, we basically...

We do not need to be here at all.

THEY LAUGH

Hey.

Um, I've just signed ourselves up for the quiz.

- Oh! - Hope that's OK.

Yeah. Yeah.

I, um...

I really like your necklace.

Thank you. I like it too.

Question one.

Where is the Scarlet Bride said to roam at night?

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