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MACHINERY WHIRRS

And you got that, yeah? Yeah, cheers.

WORKER 1: Morning, Abi!

WORKER 2: Hey, Abi, you all right?

Oi, steady on, professor.

Trying to get me sacked? Definitely.

You coming for a drink, then? Maybe. Come on!

Tim, get a move on. You've held us up enough.

And you say you won't miss this place.

ABI SCOFFS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Joshua just swaggers about as if he owns the place.

Honestly, I can't stand the lot of them, especially him.

He's just got one of those faces. The guy's a prick!

I wish my dad would give me a warehouse to play with.

You sound a bit miserable. Are you still moaning?

Thing is, he grumbles, but he'll never leave.

PHONE CHIMES

Hello?

Abi? Come on, love. I don't wanna be late.

Oh!

INAUDIBLE

ELLIS: Yeah, I read the report. It's an industrial incident.

LEIGHTON: 'A stone works. You'll understand why when you get there.'

You're gonna have to do better than that.

The owner's been under investigation before.

Quite publicly accused local police of being biased.

Nothing unusual there.

'When does Grace go to Australia?' Er, tomorrow.

Backpacking whilst waiting for a uni offer.

All right for some!

Don't change the subject, Lay.

'This one has friends in high places.'

One nod, and the whole station'll be

under a Police Internal Management Review.

And you can't afford that. 'Put bluntly? No.'

And I know you'll stop him from throwing his bricks out of the pram.

A compliment this early. Must be serious.

All right. Nice one.

Elmsly is not a million miles away from my neck of the woods.

Mm-hm? Grew up just round the corner.

HE SNIFFS Ooh, smell that air, boss.

Trying not to.

So you know about Quinn Artisan Stone, then. Mm.

Yeah, I know the Quinns. Everyone does.

They are an old-school farming family,

act like pillars of the community, but they are ruthless as you like.

Bloody hell. Press already? CLAMOURING

For an industrial accident?

I wondered if you'd be the one they dragged in.

Morning to you too, Rosie.

Just need a couple more minutes to secure the scene.

I'll give you a bell. OK. Nice one.

OK, listen up, folks! Listen up!

Now, I can't say much at this stage.

But... there's been an accident.

Who is it? MURMURING

Why won't you tell us?

Is it Abi? It's her, isn't it?

MURMURING It's her!

Let's stay calm, do what the police say,

a-and in the meantime... erm...

In the meantime, the warehouse is out of bounds,

as you can see, until further notice.

Police are going to need names and details from all of you.

Those living on site can return to your accommodation and wait.

SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

Either me or Joshua will come and collect you.

Thank you, Wendy.

At least there's one steady hand on the tiller.

Under no circumstances does anybody talk to the press.

OK? I'll handle that. Thank you, all.

Detective Chief Inspector Ellis? They tell me you're leading this.

That's right. I appreciate a fresh pair of eyes.

There are those who don't much like us.

You were investigated for employment malpractice two years ago.

And cleared.

I need access to the CCTV. Up in my office.

Wendy Pyke, our senior labourer, runs things on the ground.

Joshua, site manager, my eldest.

Anything I can do, I just want to help get this... resolved.

Right, there she is. 12:01am.

It looks like she's on her own. Hm.

She's looking for something. Uh-huh.

Or someone.

This internal camera covers the left warehouse.

I assume there's one covering the right?

It's offline, apparently.

Plus, the one outside covering the doors.

They, erm... They went offline a couple of days ago.

The fella's coming Thursday to fix them.

Well, that's news to me.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, Rosie.

Hello? Yep.

We are on our way. Fantastic.

Strap securing the scaffolding was released.

Looks that way. Let's see.

Trauma to the lateral posterior temple line.

Mm-hm. Straight, sharp line.

Broadly consistent with the corner of the scaffolding.

The wound to the back of the head is deep, possibly fatal,

but we'll know more after the postmortem.

I'd like to see her phone.

Phone? She was using it as a torch.

Haven't seen a phone. I mean, it could've skittered away,

but we've done the initial sweep, checked pockets.

That second camera? That is the one that's down.

Covers the portacabin office

and everything this end of the warehouse.

Let's check for bloodstains.

Hang on. Vertical drip trail.

Meaning she was upright, and they fell down her back.

Not very likely under a pile of scaffolding.

Got a partial hand print.

And her hand is nowhere near it.

We haven't moved her.

I'd say she's shifted as the scaffolding fell.

Then she was already lying here bleeding

when the scaffolding dropped on her.

I want this whole area cordoned off for forensics.

Yep. I want her phone triangulated.

And have uniforms up here for a fingertip search.

Abi was murdered.

And given that that camera was taken out,

it's likely that it was premeditated.

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

Morning, everyone. Gather round, please.

As you know, Abi Marshall was a local girl.

Grew up with her mum, Tina, but between university terms,

these past four years, she's been working at Quinn Artisan Stone.

So, I'd like to introduce you to DCI Ellis, DS Harper,

and we're fortunate enough that they'll be running this one.

So anything they need, we give. OK? I want 110% on this.

They'll task you as and when. Let's crack on.

I didn't know Abi or her mum, sadly.

You know Elliot Quinn, though? It's more that he knows me.

And it's right that we don't let that jeopardise this investigation.

You're through here.

Is this OK? Yeah, yeah, er, great.

It's... It's good.

I'm guessing you don't get the red carpet treatment much.

You could, er... You could say that.

DCI Chalmers, we'll need everything

your team's put together in terms of a timeline.

And I'd like to see all the local crime reports for the past week.

And Tina Marshall's address, please.

Poor woman. Of course.

Makes things easier, boss, hey? I was thinking the opposite.

What?

This team want to take Elliot Quinn down.

Mm-hm. And Quinn's already had his two strikes,

can't afford any more trouble in public.

So that's potential for obstruction on all sides.

Oh, this is a foreign labour dispute.

See, Quinn can, by law, deduct rent and electrics

from his workers' wages to use on site accommodation.

And he was accused of jacking up the rent for below standard conditions.

Mm. And council delays the inquiry.

Lo and behold, by the time the building is investigated,

it's heated, insulated and up to code. Hm.

I dunno, boss.

I mean, sometimes, where there is smoke, there is fire.

It's disgusting.

I'm so, so sorry.

I know this seems like some bad dream right now.

But the more help you can give, the more I can do.

Mrs Marshall,

could you maybe talk us through what you did with her yesterday?

Erm...

We got up.

She'd slept in a bit, but she seemed good.

I dropped her... I dropped her to work as usual.

And then I didn't hear anything till 6:30?

Oh, she came in to get changed for the pub.

No fuss.

She was back out the door in ten minutes.

And, er... how was she acting?

She was...

She was excited.

Past few weeks, she's just been really excited...

..about graduating...

..moving away, work in Leeds.

It would be really helpful if I could see her room.

I won't disturb anything.

No, I've... I've been keeping it shut.

It smell... It smells of her.

I can't lose that. I don't want to let it go.

OK. TINA CRIES

Is that her dissertation?

No. It's all handed in by now.

This is something else.

It's all on Quinn's business.

What? The scandal.

Phone transcripts.

Staff records.

This is all confidential material.

She was conducting her own investigation.

The question is, what did she find?

Right, so, Trent is liaising with Abi Marshall's network provider,

and, with a bit of luck,

she backed up at least some of her phone on the cloud.

And she'll meet us at the station. Quinn's place first.

Yeah. You got it. No "problemo".

Well, it's... it's like I said,

where there's smoke, there's fire, boss.

"Love, hate, fear." Crimes are human.

And there's a fine line between instinct and bias.

Keep an eye, yeah? I'll keep an eye.

I can't believe this.

I've no idea what she could've been looking for.

I mean, I did interviews with the girl for university,

but that was on supply chain and tax incentives.

Generous of you to give up your time like that.

Well, I liked her. Liked her drive.

She was sharp, unlike some down there.

Better get back.

You spoken to Geoff Dunn at the builders' merchants?

Told him his order's delayed? No, I'll... do it right now.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Should we reach out to her mother?

No, no, I don't think that's a good idea.

Mackenzie, darling, we're busy in here.

MACKENZIE: Is it true?

She was... She was killed?

It's on some local feeds. Christ.

Well, I can get followers to report. See if we can get them shut down?

No, love, it's OK. Thank you, anyway.

OK.

Listen, I'm sending you over all the staff files.

You can go over everything. I have nothing to hide.

And I certainly wouldn't hurt Abi Marshall.

Ah, and then there were three... and a half.

Tell me Abi's phone was backed up to the cloud?

Abi's phone was backed up to the cloud.

Now, I'm still trawling,

but from the off, look at these messages.

They go back a few months.

"It was good to talk."

"Should we stop?" "I don't want to."

Could be romantic? There's no caller ID.

Yeah. They were sent from some kind of online messaging programme.

Now, look at the last message received.

"Have to see you. Tonight. Here at 12:00am."

CHALMERS CLEARS THROAT Sorry to interrupt.

As requested, phone mast data for the last 24 hours.

The last signal - surprise, surprise -

in the vicinity of Quinn Artisan Stone.

Signal lost 12:07am.

So, either the falling scaffolding broke the phone, or the killer did.

OK. Thank you.

Oh, look at these. From Abi's phone.

Well, they're dated last summer.

Is... camping trip? No. Look closer.

Er...

And I had you down as a romantic.

Her expression. The way it's captured.

Intimacy. Affection.

Abi was seeing someone. We need to find out who.

Hi, everyone. Thanks so much for coming.

I didn't want to come here today. I don't...

I don't want this to be real.

My Abi was...

We used to come here when she was a kid and feed the ducks.

Even as a child, I knew she was destined to change peoples' lives.

I guess you all thought the same thing.

It's really lovely... to see...

..my little girl was so loved.

I don't know what else to say.

TINA CRIES

Oh, thanks, Frank.

Boss?

I count that everybody from work, don't you?

And then some.

Tina, love, come on.

What are you doing here, Quinn?

I've got every right... I've got every right to be here.

I'll-I'll help.

What's it to do with you, anyway?

CLAMOURING

Morning, boss. Morning.

I, er... I chugged mine already.

Pulled a late one last night.

All right, then, coffee martyr, show us what you got.

Right, so, we had no luck with identifying

who sent those messages to Abi,

but I was able to cross reference the calls from Abi's phone

with staff at Quinn Artisan.

The most frequent was a Tim Selby.

It's a start, though, right? Mm-hm.

OK. Er, we need to go back to Quinn's anyway.

Rosie has something to show us at the warehouse.

Based on the wound to the back of Abi's head,

we're looking for a blunt-force object with a bifurcated end.

OK. So, fork-like.

A claw hammer or possibly a crowbar.

But for now, scaffolding.

The panels were on their side, stacked.

These are the panels from the body.

Mm-hm. Arranged in the order that we removed them.

This one at the front was the first to make contact with the body,

and so on.

Well, they stand pretty firm. No way they fell without help.

My thoughts exactly.

But this, here, was the last one to fall.

So potentially, it was the one to get a nudge.

See that dent? That's fresh. It could have happened in the fall?

Could have. But see those flecks of paint?

Yellow? Mm-hm.

It's a match for that.

Yeah, I, er... drive forklifts. Why?

You think I was involved in this? That I...

That I did something to her?

Tell me about your relationship with Abi.

We were mates.

You were at the pub with her last night, after work.

Yeah, she got some text and left.

Look, what is this?

Doesn't look good,

hiding that you've been in a relationship with Abi.

Look, it was just a short thing, all right, last summer.

We decided it wasn't working. Meaning she ended it.

She always planned to move, so...

A friendly parting of ways, simple as that.

Nah. It may have been over for her, but you couldn't quite let it go.

I was the one person who got what she was doing.

I was good at school too, I just...

..needed to get away from my dad.

I didn't send any texts from a computer.

But, OK, a couple of weeks ago, I...

..I asked if she would stay, and she... turned me down.

She said, er... said it was too dangerous.

I don't know what she meant. I thought she was joking.

I'm not the only person who can drive a forklift round here.

Ludmilla Nowak does too.

She lives with the other foreign workers around back.

Yes, I can drive forklift, but...

..I got nothing to do with this.

Is that... how she died?

I'm afraid I can't answer that, Ms Nowak.

I like Abi.

She looked like a flower, but she was tough.

Two days ago, I see her tell Wendy, "No!"

I... I don't know what about. Something, working hours?

But I could tell she made Wendy scared.

Abi always made things right for people.

People like you.

I come from a bad marriage.

At one point, I thought about going back to him.

But Abi convinced me... to have a new beginning.

You left the pub at 10:45pm.

You walked back here at 11:30pm.

Did you hear or see anything unusual?

Anything at all. It could really help Abi's family.

Sometimes I see a van, parked at the warehouse at night.

I don't recognise. But not last night.

Three, two times. Erm...

Small. Blue with, erm...

..sticker at the back window in the shape of a compass.

Tell me about Abi when she left, when she received the text.

Suddenly, she seemed... I don't know, erm...

Frightened? No.

Nervous. Excited.

You think you know why.

Abi doesn't tell me. I don't ask.

But lately, I could see it. It was...

She was in love with someone new.

Trent? Yeah, we need all the CCTV from the Plough Inn, ASAP.

Nice one.

There she is, receiving the text.

And off she goes to meet them.

Look, there's another camera, boss. Look here.

Who's this?

He's upset.

I've seen that face somewhere.

I think he's on the Quinn employee register.

Look, that's him.

That's Christian Kalonas. Lithuanian national.

One of Quinn's employees.

Mr Kalonas? Christian Kalonas, open up.

It's the police. Open it.

He, er... He never clocked in.

Well, some people didn't with all the confusion this morning.

This is his bed, and that's his locker.

No coat, no shoes.

There's some documents, but...

..no wallet.

He's gone.

Christian Alexis Kalonas. Lithuanian national.

27. No known criminal record.

Farming background, including Euro 1 forklift training.

Was hired via a third-party employment agency.

OK, nice one.

They, er... They lost the scent. They had it all the way to here.

Meaning he left in a vehicle.

Hang on, you think it was the blue van that Ludmilla Nowak was seeing?

It's not all bad news. They found fresh tyre marks.

That looks like plastic, boss.

From a vehicle indicator light.

Someone left here in a big hurry.

Boss? Mm-hm?

So, uniform had no luck finding anything like a hammer or a crowbar.

Extend the search.

The area leading away from the rear of the warehouse.

Yes, boss. Is that...? Is that from the agency?

Mm. Christian Kalonas tried to apply for work

at Quinn Artisan privately first.

It's just... we found this stuff on Christian Kalonas's side table.

It's, er... It's a list of names.

And an invoice from Quinn Artisan Stone.

Could be something in it?

All right, yeah, I am... Look.

I know that Christian Kalonas is a strong suspect,

but my gut is telling me that all roads lead to Quinn.

We've come across a name.

Someone Abi may have mentioned. Christian Kalonas.

Is that who...?

That name means something to you. I don't... I don't know.

Go on.

Couple of weeks ago, I came home, she was on the landline.

She shut the door on me.

I just thought it was some uni stuff.

She was sort of saying, "Please help."

And then I think - I think - she might have said...

.."Christian is not going to stop"?

OK.

Hey, welcome back. Mm-hm.

Itemised phone bill for Tina Marshall's landline,

covering the last month.

Not many calls.

A couple of weeks ago puts us around the 8th. Mm-hm.

Tina gets in about 6pm,

and there's only one call around this time.

Mobile number.

I'll see if it's on the PNC database. Yeah.

Here. Arrest record.

Suspect gave it as their contact number.

Er... Celina Pusch, 30, from Rybnik, in Poland.

Arrested for soliciting in a public place.

I've seen her. She was at Abi's vigil.

We found you because the church is registered as your point of contact.

I imagine you know why I'm here. You saw me at the vigil.

Celina, you're under no suspicion.

I'm here because we need help investigating Abi's death.

I... I don't know anything. I just want to work, so... please.

We know you spoke with Abi.

We're aware that she asked you for help,

pleaded with you.

You met with her.

It was only once.

I don't know how she found me. Stupid girl.

She had my mobile number.

I told her, "No, I don't want to meet,"

but she... she still came.

She was... natarczywa osoba.

Pushy person.

Like you.

She wanted information from you.

And I told her, I can't help. I don't know anything.

She asked about your arrest.

I told her - "Stay away from this." She needed help.

I know she told you that Christian isn't going to stop.

Christian Kalonas.

I... I'm sorry, I can't. No more. It's...

It's too dangerous. Celina, please.

A young woman has been killed.

I have told you everything I know. That is all.

Leave me alone.

PHONE DIALS

CHALMERS OVER PHONE: 'DCI Chalmers.' We're on our way back.

I spoke to Celina Pusch, and she's scared.

Sounded to me like her soliciting was done under duress.

'It's more common than we'd like to admit.

'Migrant women who've made it over here just disappear,

'end up forced into sex work.'

It's modern slavery.

We'll need to see all the intel you've gathered

on organised criminal groups - every lead, every rumour.

And I'd like to listen to Celina Pusch's interview recording.

'Sorry. Hang on. Hold the line just one minute.'

Right, so that is what Abi was investigating?

Christian is tied up in some criminal organisation,

he gets wind, comes after her.

Only one who can tell us that is him. Yeah.

'DCI Ellis, we've had a vehicle sighting.

'Matches the description of the van your witness Ludmilla Nowak saw

'parked at Quinn Artisan.

'Combi van. Colour blue.

'Sticker in its rear window, like a compass or a sundial.'

The van Christian got away in? Give us a location.

'Just radioed in. Crossed the A537.

'Now travelling west along Holingdale Road.'

Hey, that's right here.

If we take the next junction, we will probably see it.

Hold on. Yeah.

TYRES SCREECH

Ah, we missed it. Wait a minute.

VAN ENGINE ROARS Here!

TYRES SCREECH, SIREN WAILS

He's trying for it. Mm. Let him try.

Hey!

Stop! Police!

What?

Tim Selby, you are under arrest. You've made a mistake.

Well, well.

Plastic cable ties, plastic sheeting,

shovels, cement, a drum of hydrochloric acid.

What were you doing with all of this, Wendy?

I was... bringing it back to the main warehouse.

I'm speaking to Tim Selby next. And he'll tell you.

I've been over-ordering some stock, storing it to sell on.

You know, grey market?

But it's all been returned. That was the last batch, I swear.

I got Tim to help me out of hours.

So, why the change of heart?

I got caught. By Abi Marshall.

She saw what you were doing, called you out,

and it scared the hell out of you.

I'd never seen her like that.

She threatened me, said there's bigger stuff going on here,

and I'll get caught up in it if I don't put it right.

And what did she mean by that?

I don't know!

But I could see from her face, she was deadly serious.

Look, no-one needs to know.

I've put it right.

You don't know what it's like.

I busted my gut for that company, made them so much money.

And then Little Lord Fauntleroy

wafts into the job I'd been promised!

Forces Daddy to make him boss when everyone knows I run that site!

You have wasted police time and resources.

At least it explains why the CCTV was down.

You dismantled it to gain access. No! No, see, that weren't me.

Right, hang on, Wendy. You knew the CCTV had gone down?

You saw who did it.

Tell me who. Now!

I've no idea why,

but the outside camera, the one dismantling it...

..was Abi.

So, the exterior camera goes offline at 11:07pm. Mm-hm.

And this is the interior CCTV, which covers the portacabin office.

I say office, it's more of a file storage.

Invoices, dockets... OK.

Look, hear me out, right?

So, if Abi was the one who broke into Quinn Artisan,

and we think that she was researching organisations

tied up in modern slavery, then...

Then you have to wonder if there's a connection.

Yes. OK, but let's not jump ahead.

Mm. Hi.

I got the traffic CCTV from around the lay-by. Great.

Christian Kalonas's van has to be in here somewhere.

There's gotta be over a hundred hours of footage here.

Three.

You're suggesting that if Abi was planning to expose Quinn,

then maybe that's what Christian was helping her with.

Yeah. Exactly.

Well, the pathologist's initial report is just in. Right.

And Abi had Christian's DNA under her fingernails.

Oh.

So I suggest you do what you can to find Christian Kalonas,

or his vehicle.

Yeah.

Night. Night.

I've sent over all the crime reports from the night of the murder.

I saw. Be good to have the same for the two bordering stations.

Hallowfield and... Marshbank. I'm on it.

I really appreciate all these extra hours.

Perk of the job.

I don't suppose you'd care for a drink?

Sorry. I just meant as a thank you.

I have a lot to do. I won't. Yeah.

But... thank you.

No problem. CAR BEEPS

CAR DOOR OPENS

DCI Chalmers is bending over backwards

to help me get Elliot Quinn's bleeding head on a platter.

Well, I told you you'd see why I sent you.

He's not trying to steer your case, though, is he?

Good luck with that, but no. At least, not yet.

Ah, I can't really blame him. Chalmers is a decent bloke.

And Quinn managed to get the press to take against him

in quite a personal way.

He was already widowed, and...

I understand he doesn't see much of his family any more.

Quinn may well have nothing to do with this,

but he's hardly an innocent.

You're starting to sound like Chet.

Paid the guy to deliver. That is one small chips and gravy.

Don't say I don't ever treat you. Goodness, guv.

You really shouldn't have. Mm.

I've logged a couple, but they're not the type we're looking for.

Could it be a... a road we haven't checked?

No.

Probably the wheelbase measurements we got wrong somehow.

Bloody waste of time, eh?

I...

Is something up? Hm?

It's just, you used to pull that face

when the vending machine packed up.

HE CHUCKLES Yeah.

Just, er, tired, and, yeah, that makes me question my decisions,

which is a good thing, it's a good thing.

And the boss, she keeps us in check anyway, don't she?

It's part of the process, Chet. Part of the process.

You, erm... I dunno, do you...

do you ever feel like your radar's a bit off?

I think self-doubt is the sign of a thought process without ego.

Shows emotional intelligence. Tends to yield better decisions.

Yeah. I mean, you weren't wrong about ditching Belmont

and joining the boss, were you? No, I was not.

Oh, hang on.

I might have something here. Bigger than Tim Selby's van. Mm-hm.

It's one of the types you whittled it down to.

Ah, I can't see the driver. No, but look.

The offside indicator's busted.

Bloody bingo!

That is good work, Trent. And, erm, thanks, mate.

Thanks.

Erm, if you're gonna eat all that gravy,

I'm gonna be very angry.