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Abby was murdered.

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

Migrant women who've made it over here just disappear, end up forced into sex

work. She was conducting her own investigation.

The outside camera, the one dismantling it, was Abby.

Look at these messages.

I have to see you tonight.

She's looking for something or someone.

Who's this?

Find Christian Colonis or his vehicle.

I might have something here.

Bloody bingo.

Morning. That van we found, number plate is fake, but Trent is checking AMPR

anyway. OK.

Something on your mind?

Nope.

Well,

um, no, it's nothing.

Well, I'm glad that's cleared up.

Um,

boss? Mm -hm?

I think that self -doubt is, uh...

It's a sign of thought process without ego, don't you?

Sorry, that's... No, I was just... Look, my first sergeant in uniform, he was

just like Quinn.

Now, he was loud, he was bullying, and all the others, they threatened me that

was wrong about him, but I wasn't. It turned out he was on the take. He was as

crooked as you like.

Now, I know that Quinn may not be directly implicated, but my instinct...

Like, my instinct, I still think there is something going on at that business.

All right, then.

Let's pull in its finances, see if any income coincides with past female

employees leaving.

Great.

Great.

Morning. The other crime reports from the night of the murder that you asked

for? Yes.

There's only three of them.

This one.

Mr and Mrs Farnborough.

Complaints about smoke from a neighbour's bonfire, though she didn't

see the fire.

We've got a hit.

AMPR camera.

It's a fair distance away.

There's a camera at either end of this A road.

It only triggered this one.

That's where the bonfire was reported by Mrs Farnborough. Elmsley Forest.

Bang in the middle.

Oh, boss, that's the Farnborough place.

Harper! Yep?

It's Christian Colonis. He's still breathing.

We found him.

We need an ambulance here immediately.

Well, someone...

Beat Christian, unconscious, then left him in a van to burn.

Minimize any possible forensic trail.

Yeah, and we, uh, we still thinking it's the same people who killed Abby?

Unlikely. Abby's death was made to look like an accident.

Christian's attack was brazen, a message.

And we know how scared Selena Pushkin is.

And so you still think that he could have killed Abby under duress? What we

is that Abby took down the CCTV outside the warehouse.

Yeah, and the camera inside covering the warehouse office.

But look.

This is from later on in that footage.

Oh.

Short hair. That's not Abby.

Looks like a male.

I think that's Christian Kolonov.

And that means he and Abby were working together.

Thanks.

Hi, Dr. Park.

This is DCI Ellis. My name is DS Harper. We're here for five minutes with

Christian.

Is that OK with you?

Thank you. Thank you.

Christian, I know you're in pain.

We need to know what happened.

Christian, yourself and Abby Marshall, you broke into the warehouse, yes?

You were looking for something together.

If you're at risk, we can help.

Hey, it's all right.

Katia.

Katia, in your notes, yes?

She's my sister.

I have to find her.

That's why you came to Queen Artidon's town.

Your sister's missing.

She sent letters.

How much she loved it here.

How she had a job, somewhere to live.

And then she just disappeared.

Abby was helping you, speaking to people, gathering information.

She got a phone number, but

said it was too dangerous.

Christian, you need to tell us who that number belonged to.

They said if I spoke to anyone,

she's dead.

But they wanted to meet.

At the lay -by.

They came.

Mask.

Oh, it was burning.

Christian, we can't help catch you unless you give us their name.

I need help.

You don't need to worry about that now.

You need to tell us. Where is it?

We've got some questions for your husband, Mrs Quinn. He wasn't at the

I think he just...

Needed a moment alone.

We've had the papers on the phone all morning.

This must be hard for you, too.

Oh, honestly, I just can't get that poor mother's face out of my mind.

Just so much loss.

The Deputy Chief Inspector.

I've been at this for days.

I like a problem I can fix without other people's interference.

We need to talk.

Catchy Vogel.

Border Force confirms no activity on her passport.

Meaning she's still here.

And she's been off -grid for five months.

You cannot be serious.

I mean, I don't know. Why the hell would I get involved with a criminal outfit

like that?

Money, for one.

I've seen your finances.

Yeah, you took a hit two years ago, Mr Quinn, when the scandal broke out.

All those stories about slave labour, prison -like accommodation, the company

virtually went under.

You know, I was relieved when I heard you were taking over this case.

I saw you and I thought, someone like that must have had to be better than the

ref to have ridden as far as she has.

I thought you might bring objectivity.

Which is why I'm asking the question.

You want the truth?

The truth is, I inherited a failing farm and turned it into a business.

I carved it out of the ground.

I won.

And people don't like that.

I work harder, I push harder, I demand more.

Because I know at the end of the day, what's most important is legacy.

For this family.

That scandal almost took everything from us.

You think I'd jeopardize it again?

I'm taking your server, personal diaries, calendars.

I'll need access to those hard copy star files down in the warehouse office.

And I want everything you have on Katja Vogel.

Our contract with Weber's Labour Agency, Katya's side contract with us,

insurance, indemnity, accommodation, terms and conditions, pay slips,

of her passport, and... and written resignation.

Yeah, she was with us a little over six months.

100 % attendance.

No written warnings.

A young woman, never been out of her home country, relying on workers'

accommodation, and nobody bothered to check where she was going.

I did. I sat her down.

Asked her what her plans were.

Ah, she fobbed me off.

Just said she was going travelling.

Us? Mm -hmm. Um, can I have a word? Yeah.

Right, so, uniforms, canvas locals like to ask.

They found a dog walker, thinks he saw something, at the pond.

Definitely the night of the murder. He's saying it was around 4am just after.

He's convinced that somebody was throwing things in the water.

It fits the timeline.

Yeah. And about 300 yards from the warehouse.

Sorry to disturb.

No problem.

Just wanted to let you know that I've called in a favour and we've got an

underwater search team heading to the pond for you. Good. Appreciate that.

Can we ignore last night?

That's not my usual conduct in work.

Let's forget it.

Oh, and this report's from Uniform, some properties they've been looking at

suspicious activity.

Thank you.

Tell me you got something.

So, the lads upstairs, they came good on the van. They traced the dealership.

Here is the sales docket, a cash purchase.

Nico. But I went through police intel, and Nico is mentioned.

Okay. It was around the time police were identifying properties they suspected

of being rented for sex work.

Um...

Right, so this map shows the properties believed to be owned by Nico.

Feels like a course on this bus.

I catch you a vogel, she could be in one of these.

If only we could connect this Nico to one of them.

Have I had much time for churches myself?

I have my reasons.

I can see why you like it here.

It's peaceful.

They gave me my job after I was arrested.

Give them where to live.

Help when you needed it.

I know another young woman.

Only 20.

She came from a different country, too.

She needs help, too.

You tried to warn Abby Marshall to stay away from him.

Nico.

I think you know where he took her.

I don't need you to say a word.

All I need

is for you to point.

I cannot believe the brass of these people playing sight like this.

Definitely dodgy.

They're in there.

We need to do this sooner rather than later.

There's a band room full.

Thanks, mate.

If it's one so far, ma 'am. Hey.

Hey. You're all right. This office will take care of you, okay?

Good girl. Okay.

It will be.

Be all right.

Anybody else?

No one, ma 'am.

Shit. Boss, boss, we found another room.

It's right back here. Yeah, yeah.

Ah!

Good morning, ma 'am.

Catch you.

There you are.

Oh, baby girl.

Hey.

We'll see you.

You're safe now.

You come with me.

You come with me.

Hey. He's been sedated following surgery.

Internal abdominal bleeding.

He was attacked.

We think by the same people who were keeping you.

He's the reason we found you.

He searched, never gave up hope.

Doctors tell me you're okay.

I know you don't want to leave him.

But I bet you're hungry.

I don't want to talk to police.

Cannot.

Tatia, listen.

A friend of Christian's.

A woman called Abby Marshall, who helped him find you.

She's been killed.

You're safe now.

We think the men who took you killed Abby.

Girl came to me, just...

One day in town, she was Lithuanian, too.

She said there was hotel work, good money, and I get my visa extension.

She took me to a man.

All I have to do is leave my job and leave the agency.

This man called himself Nico.

Never saw him again.

It's okay.

This man, he picked me up.

I knew something was wrong. They wanted my phone, and... I tried to get out,

but... No.

Then they...

They take me to a house and I said, I said,

I don't want to do this, you know, to sleep with men.

And so they hit me, they

shout in my face and they say they will kill me and nobody will know.

So...

I do what they ask.

I was sure one day I will be just killed, you know.

Tatia.

I am so, so sorry.

We're almost finished.

You mentioned your visa.

This is it. I don't know how they know my visa is running out.

Sorry, um, like I've just never heard anything like that.

Jesus.

I know.

You know.

So what we'll do with that is we focus.

Yeah, yeah.

I want PCs posted to the house on Chiltern Down in case those men come

-hm. And I want you to liaise with forensics. They found a crowbar in the

near a Smash mobile phone.

What's that, Abby's?

Same model.

Need to speak to the other girls we brought in. See if they'll give us any

names. Those men knew Catch's visa was running out.

Someone facilitated her movement.

Time we focus on Quinarty then.

There's something going on in that business.

And there's always a trail.

We have their names, but not much else.

They're too scared.

Yeah, they've been checked, though. They're slight malnutrition, but they're

okay. And they're being taken to the refuge at Hallamstead. All right. Boss?

This may be nothing, but we found this deleted off the Quinn's server.

Spreadsheet. It's called Assets. We can't make much of it.

No column headings.

No way of knowing what these values represent.

Could be dates.

Serial numbers.

Well, the file was deleted on the 22nd at 10 .16am.

Three hours after Abby's body was discovered.

Never seen it before in my life.

And this came from my server?

Yeah, it did.

Well, it looks like...

Kettle stacks from back when we were still farming, before we got rid of the

lack of them.

That was nearly ten years ago.

You must know what it is.

It could be something thrown up from when we backed up all the old stuff to

cloud.

All those high -watering school fees should have given my 17 -year -old

the job. Wendy, can you get in here?

It was deleted the day Abby died.

So who has access to the server? It's connected to the computer down in the

warehouse office. So me, Wendy, Dad.

Well, I suppose other staff could have used it too, to email something or

whatever.

You recognise this?

No. Detective Chief Inspector, I have an appointment at the bank and Joshua here

has to fulfil a critical order.

And I need to see the original hard copies of the employee file from the

five years.

Down in the warehouse office.

Hey, this is the last box.

Okay.

Wendy, she seems rattled.

It's because she didn't recognise that spreadsheet.

Someone who knows every email and every docket in the whole building.

This is the employee file for Katja Vogel.

What is this?

Serial number.

Hold on, boss.

That is the same number on the spreadsheet.

This number is the same as this one.

These figures, they're all about Katya.

What?

They use the serial number instead of her name.

Joshua was deleting something that first day in the office.

All that news to me.

Go.

Go! Hey!

For me!

Stop!

It is over, Joshua.

It's over. Okay?

Stay there.

Visa expiry dates.

Passport expiry dates.

Country of origin.

Age.

Height. Build.

Hair colour.

Eye colour.

Just like cattle.

I tried to get out of here.

You have to believe me.

When Dad put me in charge, we were deep in the red.

He said he expected me to fix it, or I could leave and start from the bottom

like he did.

He used to say, there's always a workaround, you just have to find it.

A work... No, I'm just saying, I didn't know what I was getting into.

Right, these men came.

Said they managed hotels, but because of red tape, they couldn't use registered

agencies. All I had to do was collect data and steer them towards the

appropriate female starters of contract.

That's all.

You expect me to believe that you had no suspicions at all? No, I asked them,

after the first person, why only women?

And they turned on me, perpetual, threatened to burn me alive, and they

bloody lying.

I had nowhere to go. Right, so, Abby Marshall, she worked out what you were

doing, hmm?

And you had no choice. So you tried to reason with her, to threaten her, and

when she said no, you killed her to keep her quiet.

I swear, that's not it.

I'm telling you the truth.

All this, I did it. I'll tell you what you need to know, but I had nothing to

with Abby's murder.

The problem is, and I believe him, men like the ones he's talking about, the

who were Christian to a blind spot,

They wouldn't risk killing Abby somewhere they can't control.

And I don't think they'd cover it up.

This is closer to home.

Abby was meeting somebody she knew.

Even if it wasn't that what -this -why Joshua.

I understand.

Well, thanks for letting me know.

Okay.

Bye.

HQ, they're sending down the head of their modern slavery operation to talk

Joshua.

They're already talking about offering a deal for names, and with solicitors

that good, he'll probably all but get off.

And that's how it goes.

But it wasn't Elliot Quinn himself.

All my career, I've played it straight.

Not politics, not backstabbing.

Sometimes I wonder why.

I find it's better to be able to sleep at night.

It's my girl Zoe.

Things were difficult between us after her mum passed.

And somehow, Quinn...

Whipped up this rumour on social media that in my youth I was involved in a

-related attack.

It's all nonsense, pure invention, and there was no trouble internally.

But with the modern Pandora's box that is social media...

Zoe hasn't spoken to me since.

I'm sorry.

I think...

Just for once, I wanted to see that bastard smile wiped off his face.

So, this is the post that got the rumours started.

Reshared a lot of times.

Initially by what looked like fake users.

Until it took hold.

Coordinated smear campaign.

Show me the account holder.

Yep.

Peak Soul 09.

Could be anyone.

Sorry, boss. Can't trace them. Although, for what it's worth, I can confirm

that's taken with the same model of camera phone as the last photo sent to

The one of the warehouse.

Same brand, at least.

Same brand. Not necessarily the same phone.

Abby was a young woman about to start her life.

She had interviews lined up.

Two companies, both in Leeds.

When you read these texts in that context, they start to sound different.

Um, I miss you.

Soon won't have to.

Now, could simply be talking about meeting up that night, or could be

about their future.

Hang on, you think Abby was planning on leaving with this person?

Well, I don't think Abby would be excited about leaving someone she cared

behind.

Go through her texts and list all the dates Abby alludes to having met up.

I'll be back.

Yep. On it.

Could

be

romantic.

Abby, we're seeing someone.

We need to find out who.

Okay, it's just a... a thought thing, that's all.

Look at these messages.

They go back a few months.

I have to see you tonight, here at 12am.

All this, I did it. I'll tell you what you need to know, but I had nothing to

with Abby's murder.

I have nothing to hide.

And I certainly wouldn't hurt Abby Marshall.

Based on the wound to the back of Abby's head, we're looking for a blunt force

object with a bifurcated end.

Fork -like, a claw hammer, possibly a crowbar?

I like a problem I can fix without other people's interference.

The report on the crowbar and mobile phone is in.

Both items are white. No prints. Meaning the killer used gloves to carry both

items to the water.

Gloves which were yet to recover.

Both items were contaminated with a congealed substance.

Suspected kerosene.

Kerosene rubbed off the gloves.

Work is good. Most common use for kerosene these days is central heating.

Ah, when Quinn was out back, he was fixing the oil tank.

Show me the dates that Abby said she was meeting this person.

It's not quite finished, but here.

It fits.

What is it?

His calendar.

Lucy, dinner with friends.

Lucy, gallery.

Lucy, away with family.

Abby's meetings with her admirer are all when Elliot Quinn's wife is away and he

has the house to himself.

So it wasn't just some relationship.

Abby was having an affair.

Right, so he took advantage of her.

He got her into his house for these interviews, seduced her.

She must have become a risk, threatened to expose him to his wife.

But what are you thinking?

I'm not sure that's what we're dealing with here.

Detective. Sorry, he's not here. He's gone to meet with the bank.

Actually, it's not him I wanted to speak with.

Mum, where's that blush that Dad bought you?

Just give us a moment, please, Mackenzie. OK, well, I need it now for a

headshot, so... Er...

Our bathroom.

Nice scarf.

Interesting painting.

All those dark colours.

Deep pain.

You laid that same flower at the vigil.

I've read your texts.

The ones you sent Abby.

What a mess.

You started a relationship with Abby last summer.

She was... She was... Coming up here for interviews,

always just herself, a kind of joy.

Interested in everything, people, me, and when I talked,

she listened.

I didn't understand it at first, what I was feeling, and then one time she came

here and...

Elliot was kept away on work and it was just us.

Despite the age gap?

There wasn't me and Elliot.

I did feel for him, but I was appalled at the things he was capable of.

Without remorse, it was all just ambition.

I was still loving me.

Thought so often about ending it. And then in walks this young woman and

for the first time I felt like I was living.

A joke that she was like a thistle.

Tough but full of colour and beauty.

And that was love.

Tell me what happened the night Abby died.

I didn't say that.

I didn't.

Then someone else knew about the relationship.

That's Elliot.

These photos.

Mackenzie's not in any of these.

No, she... She took them all.

Stay away.

All right.

All right.

I've loaded it. I know how.

Boss?

Give us a moment.

Yeah.

You shouldn't have gone down any other room.

You just need to stay here.

Okay?

Your dad's here.

I reckon the last couple of years have been pretty tough for you.

Seen what stress does to the people you love.

Seen him struggle.

Nothing worse than feeling helpless.

Especially when you see something going on right under your nose.

Something that would shatter everything left.

Everything he's holding together.

Went home for months.

You used your mum's phone.

Set up a meeting with Abby.

I just thought if she knew how much it would hurt.

If I caught her off guard.

Oh, it didn't work.

She came back at me.

Said I was pathetic and entitled.

Exactly what she'd expect coming from a narcissist like my dad.

She said she felt sorry for me.

That I had no idea what love was.

And that they were leaving.

That mum was leaving us.

I don't know what happened.

Yes, you are.

I feel sorry for you.

One moment she was there, and then she was...

Why didn't she just do what I said?

Okay. Okay.

Mackenzie, if you hurt yourself, just think what that will do to your dad.

He needs you to be strong now.

Needs you to show courage.

He's had so much to deal with already.

Parents are only human.

Just as scared and fallible as anyone.

Let me help you.

Let go.

It's all right. I've ruined everything.

It's all right. I did it for him.

I did it for him.

I did it for him.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I love you. I did it for him.

I love you.

I'm just so sorry.

Strange, actually, seeing the man like that.

Losing everything.

Somehow didn't feel like I thought it would.

Ambition and obsession.

Corrupting everything around you.

No winners.

Ready for the off?

Yep. This is goodbye.

Will you take care?

Please.

And thank you.

Well,

put my mobile number on there.

In case.

Sure.

Neil.

Love, hate and fear.

You were right, boss.

That was a nice work.

Quinn was the engine to all of this.

That was your intuition.

Your instincts are pretty good, Chet.

You should trust them.

I do.

Hang on, you do?

Well, depends if they're telling you to buy us a drink.

Come.

I think I'm going to have my room up with a mixer for you. Yeah.