All language subtitles for Waking the Dead S04E05 Fugue States (1)-eng

WOMAN ON TV: Hello and welcome
to the Notting Hill Carnival 1988.

And, as ever, Sunday is all about the children.

And as you can see from the fabulous pictures
from our many cameras

dotted all along the carnival route,

once again the children,
not to mention their mums and dads,

have surpassed themselves.

These costumes are quite simply spectacular.

Well, the atmosphere here today
is warm and full of fun,

as usual on August Bank Holiday.

Where's your wand, Cind?

Go on.

WOMAN ON TV: And I must say,
it's as lively as ever down there on the procession

as the dancers and floats
make their way along the route.

- Just listen to those...
- Jason.

Yes.

- Frankie.
- Shit.

- Great, this machine owes me a fortune.
- Yeah, well, get in line, baby.

Hang on. Do you remember those Murphy twins
that went missing? Jason and Cindy.

Yeah, they were the kids abducted
from the Notting Hill Carnival.

Well, they were abducted from outside their home
while the carnival was still going...

- I remember the case, Boyd. I didn't work on it.
- We could split this.

Well, I'm taking the pounds, you have the fifties.

Well, the boy, Jason.

- Yeah.
- He's turned up.

Alive.

- Wow.
- So go get your stuff, yeah?

He was knocked over last night
near Waterloo Station.

When the hospital staff found him,
they found no money, ID or front door key,

- just a credit card, not his.
- Stolen, right?

Yeah, one purchase.
A Green Beret-style hunting knife.

That and his critical condition got the traffic PC
to run his DNA up the flagpole.

BOYD: And they matched it with the kid,
Jason Murphy.

- Correct.
- I didn't think in 1988 they had any DNA profiles.

No, but DNA samples were collected
two years later from evidence taken at the time,

like a toothbrush, a comb and a teddy bear.

The hospital staff don't know
anything about this, do they?

- No, no. But if memory serves me correctly...
- Memory doesn't serve, Spence.

The files have been gold-tracked.
The twins were five years old.

That would make Jason, what, 19, 20 years old?

- Yeah, which tallies with the hospital estimate.
- Okay, you two go back and wait for the files.

Yeah, but they won't be there until the morning.

- Okay, then go home to bed.
- Great, sounds good.

- Second door on the left.
- On the left.

- Sorry, we don't get on the guest list because?
- No, because...

Because I is black?

Because three detectives
hanging around a hit-and-run

on a Friday night looks like news.

- And because, you is, yeah.
- A'ight.

What do you think?

You can't even see the colour of his eyes.

Yeah, well. I think just trust the science for once.

Let's get him shaved and photographed.

Are we allowed to shave someone
without their knowledge?

Probably not.

- Depends where you shave him.
- These look like splinters, Boyd.

(MAN COUGHING)

What's he doing?

Just draw those curtains across,
would you, nurse? Please.

Excuse me. Can I help you?

Oh, no, I'm just the bloody idiot
who knocked him over.

- Donald Roper.
- Detective Superintendent Boyd.

Apparently the accident wasn't your fault.
Is that correct?

Well, that doesn't make it any easier.
How's he doing?

- He's in a coma, Mr Roper.
- Donald.

Dr Roper, if you want to be formal.

Oh, a doctor. Do you work here, then?

No, I'm retired.

- God, if he dies, I'll never forgive myself.
- I understand. I understand that.

How did it happen?

He just ran out of the park.

Go home and get some rest, sir.

- We'll call if there's any news.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Nice to meet you.

- Tim Faulkner.
- Hi.

What are you doing?
I washed him when he came in.

Yeah, well, fortunately you didn't do
a very good job.

Do you have permission to do that?

- Listen, Nurse whatever-your-name-is, I...
- I'm a med student, not a nurse.

- And it's Sarah.
- Right.

Well, I have been asked to come in
and identify this man,

so maybe you'd like to go and get me
his A&E notes and his clothes.

And please don't tell me
you've washed those as well.

WOMAN ON TV: Five-year-old twins,
Cindy and jason, disappeared on Sunday,

close to the route
of the Notting Hill Children's Carnival.

Police divers have been searching the canals
for any signs of the children.

It's now a week since jason and Cindy Murphy
vanished from their West London home.

But neither their parents, Greg and Christine,

nor my team have given up hope
of finding them safe and well.

MEL: The next day DI Myers arrested the father.

SPENCER: Why?

- Don't know. Never came to court.
- No bodies. Would've been a tough sell.

Well, she held him to the wire,
so she must've had something.

- Let's ask her.
- Well, when the case collapsed,

she left the force
and went to run her parents' pub.

I bet she wrote a book as well. Where's the pub?

Doesn't say. Right...

What about that guy in Personnel
who you went out with, um, Norman?

Nigel? I did not go out with him.

- No one escapes Nigel.
- I went for a drink with him. Emphasis on "a".

Whatever. Anyway, I bet he'll find out
where Carol Myers is.

- Sleep well.
- What do you mean, sleep well?

- I thought you were coming with me.
- What?

You're supposed to be helping me,
as a colleague and as a friend.

- Sarah, can you put the CT up?
- Sure.

The sudden impact
and subsequent brain movement

caused a degree of concussion and oedema.

We've managed to reduce the initial oedema.

- Swelling.
- Yeah, I know what that means.

- But now, we'll just have to see.
- Are you his neurologist?

God, no. I'm not that smart.
I'm just the hospital director.

Hospital director.
So you're just keeping your hand in, are you? Or...

Could say the same about you,
Detective Superintendent.

Who is he?

- We don't know.
- Have you matched his DNA?

- No, we're still...
- Give me a chance.

- You'll let me know when you do?
- Will you?

- Yeah, we will.
- Good.

- MYERS: Have you found their bodies?
- What makes you say that?

Because it's 11:30 at night.

- No.
- What made you arrest the father, Greg Murphy?

- Because he killed them.
- MEL: What led you to believe that?

His GBH convictions for beating up
his wife's boyfriend led me to believe it.

Christine was just a kid.
Kept disappearing off with her latest flame.

So Greg took out his anger on her favourite twin.

- Which was?
- Jason.

- Don't you read the files these days?
- They haven't arrived yet.

- This is urgent, isn't it?
- Yes.

Two months before Jason and Cindy disappeared,

Jason Murphy was brought
into casualty by a neighbour.

He was covered in red marks,

which the A&E nurse believed
were cigarette burns,

including one over his right eye.

When she questioned Jason, he clammed up,

so she called Social Services
and Jason was kept in overnight.

The next morning a doctor viewed jason
and ruled that the legions weren't cigarette burns.

They were Guttate Psoriasis.

He called Social Services and told them
to discount the call by the nurse,

and then handed Jason right back to the man
who'd put him in hospital in the first place.

- I'll get that.
- Leave it.

Jason's A&E notes reference
his malnourished state

and also queried a vitamin D deficiency.

- Lack of sun.
- Well, that is one possibility.

- Question mark.
- He could've been held in a cellar or an attic.

Well, it's more likely to be a cellar
because his clothes were stained and mildewed.

And also I found some tiny brown pellets
in the treads of his shoes,

which have gone off for testing, but if
they're not rat faeces then I'll eat something.

Do you really think it's credible he's been held
under lock-and-key all this time?

- We've gotta start from that scenario.
- Why?

- Because Cindy is still missing.
- MEL: But, Boyd, 15 years...

It happens, Mel, it happens.
Here are some parallel confinement cases.

A Japanese businessman, he kept a young girl
under lock-and-key for 10 years.

In Portland, Oregon, a couple kept a girl
under their bed in a box

for seven years.

She was raped, tortured
and made to pray for her soul.

Yeah, and if Cindy and Jason
have been held together, Jason's escaping...

(MOBILE RINGING)

...would've inspired a great deal of panic
in the kidnapper.

- Hello?
- Okay. Well, let's start with the files, then.

The priority is to find out
why the investigating officer, Carol...

- Myers.
- Yeah, I know.

- Why...
- Why she went after the father, Greg Murphy.

Exactly.

- What?
- We had a preliminary chat with her already.

- When?
- Last night.

Well, how did you get a hold of her so quickly?

- Oh, um, I know someone in Personnel.
- Who?

- Er, Nigel Rogers.
- Nigel Rogers? Nigel Rogers...

Look, it was my idea,
and we didn't tell him anything, okay?

Yeah, but you told him you were looking
for Carol Myers at 11:00 at night.

Did she work on a lot of cases that
we're investigating with that degree of urgency?

Sorry about that.
There's a friend of mine from The Guardian

who wants to know if it's true
that Jason Murphy had been found alive.

- Thanks, Nige.
- Yeah, thanks, Nige.

GRACE: Watch the dog.
BOYD: Right.

BOYD: Well, at least things
are going well for them now, eh?

GRACE: Does that surprise you?
BOYD: No.

Nothing like a tragedy to focus the mind.

- Perhaps you'd like to sit down, Mrs Murphy.
- Yes, please do.

Two nights ago a young man
was brought into casualty.

He'd been hit by a car.

He hasn't regained consciousness,
but he is in a stable condition.

- Jason?
- No.

- (STAMMERING) Are you sure?
- The DNA confirms that it is Jason, yes.

- And what about Cindy?
- Greg, he's alive.

Jason's alive.

- Where is he?
- Cavendish Hospital.

- I wanna see him.
- Of course.

I wanna see him.

- Yes, we'll take you there.
- What about Cindy?

- I'm afraid we don't know anything about Cindy.
- Well, haven't you asked him?

He's in a coma, Mr Murphy.

Why don't you get your things.

GRACE: Do you mind if I ask you
a rather personal question?

- Uh-huh.
- Lf someone had told you

they'd just found your son alive,
how would you react?

- That's not a great question to ask me, Grace.
- Okay, but how would you react?

- Like that?
- Wait. We can't go empty-handed.

- Sweetheart?
- Where's that train?

- The little red train?
- Yeah, we discussed this.

- You deal with this.
- New house, fresh start. We discussed it.

We really should go.

(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)

Take a hike.

I'll just tell the doctor you're here, all right?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Jesus.

Huh?

Jason's come round.

And he's talking. I'd say that constitutes
a change in his condition, wouldn't you?

Sorry, it's just that
when someone's regaining consciousness,

the first thing they say is often significant.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah, I read it somewhere.

What did he say?

- "Have you got a fag on you?"
- Oh, well, theory proved, then.

- Can you turn that off, please?
- Yeah, that's what I am doing.

Well, his condition's stable
but he's entered a fugue state.

- Amnesia.
- Mmm. Everything from his name in.

But before you decide he's faking it,
it's entirely consistent with his injuries.

You're jumping to conclusions there, Doctor.
You see...

I haven't decided anything.

(CHUCKLING)

Jason. It's me. It's Mum.

Hi, Mum.

- You remember me?
- No.

Where've you been? Where's Cindy?

- Cindy?
- Your sister.

Jason?

Are you okay?

You look like a smoker. You got a cigarette?

- Sorry, I gave up a while ago.
- I'll get you one.

Where you been, Jason?

Do you know where you are, Jason?

Hospital?

- Do you know where the hospital is?
- No.

I'll tell you what, though...

I could murder a bacon sandwich.

He doesn't even know whether it is his mother,
if he really has got amnesia...

- She's my daughter.
- I didn't say a word.

- Handy she got a placement here.
- Nepotism had nothing to do with it.

Oh, no.

So, what's gonna happen to Jason's...

Amnesia.

Well, he may have trouble recalling events
around the accident, but we're optimistic.

- Okay, thanks.
- You knew who he was all the time.

My main priority was to keep his name
out of the media.

Don't take it personally.

They're proper running shoes,
they're not a fashion statement,

and they're expensive, but 6,000 pairs
have been sold since Christmas,

- which means we could get a trace.
- That makes sense.

- What makes sense?
- Expensive.

Whenever I buy a new pair of trainers,

I always let the shop assistant talk me
into buying a can of sealant.

- What, and then forget to use it?
- Well, obviously, yeah.

But if you can believe it,
the person that bought these didn't forget.

What kind of kidnapper or kidnap victim
worries about their trainers?

I don't know.
I mean, most of the sealant's worn off,

but I did find something
very interesting underneath. Have a look.

We have different ideas of very interesting.

Analysis of the particles
show that they are nitrogenous

and they bear traces of captan.
I mean, look at that.

- Fertilizer?
- Close. It's weed killer.

But I think if anyone's gonna go
to the trouble of sealing their trainers,

they're either gonna do it on the day
or day after they've bought them.

Otherwise, after that, what's the point?

So, what, you're saying that Jason
goes for a run in Hyde Park

and then applies the sealant when he gets home?

Well, no, because captan is highly toxic.
I mean, the Queen wouldn't allow it

in Hyde Park in case it killed one of her corgis.

So I think we're either talking a farm or a nursery.

JASON: Hi, Mum.
CHRISTINE: You remember me?

- No.
- He had no idea.

That's very sly.

But we can pinpoint the exact region
he comes from from that.

- Uh-huh.
- Very good.

- JASON: I'll tell you what, though...
- What do you think?

JASON: I could murder a bacon sandwich.

- Sounds Geordie.
- No.

- What do I know about dialects?
- We've gotta be a little more specific than that.

There's lots of different Geordie accents, Spence.

He sounds Geordie.
That's all I know about dialects.

- Give me your phone.
- Why?

You trace the accent, you get your phone back.

- How does that work?
- Motivation.

- GRACE: SIM card.
- Yeah, I can do the SIM card.

I'm a SIM card expert. Right, the SIM removal.

Aha. Yours.

You told Detective Superintendent Boyd
that the young man

ran out of Archbishops Park
right in front of your car.

- That's right.
- That's why you didn't have time to slow down.

Correct.

It's just that the park shuts at 8:00,
and the accident happened at 8:50.

Well, maybe he was on the pavement
and I didn't see him.

- But he would've seen you.
- Lf he was paying attention.

Dr Roper, have you bought a paper
or caught the news today?

I don't read newspapers. They're misnomers.

And I dumped my telly
when they scrapped News at Ten. Why?

The young man who ran out
in front of your car is Jason Murphy.

Fifteen years ago he and his sister were abducted.

I remember the Murphy case.

You're telling me the young man
I knocked over was Jason Murphy?

- That's right.
- He's alive?

Seemingly.

Well, where's he been all this time?

That's something we're still trying to establish.

What about the girl, the sister?

We don't have any information about her.

Good God.

We can't discount the possibility
that Jason was faking the amnesia.

Why would he fake it? Why would he do that?

Well...

No, let me guess. Don't tell me.
Er, to protect whoever it was that abducted him.

Yes. It's possible the abductors
became parental figures.

In the six months before Jason was abducted,
he ran away from home twice,

and Carol Myers believed
his father was burning him with cigarettes.

But that doesn't have anything to do with
the abduction, does it?

Sorry?

Even if Greg Murphy
was the worst father in the world,

it doesn't explain why they were snatched.

Maybe it's the parent Greg wasn't
that pushed his children into harm's way.

No, child. Child, singular.

- Because he doted on the daughter.
- Oh, okay, yeah, all right.

So you're saying that it was his fault, then,
that the children were snatched.

No, I'm saying that...

that might explain why Jason
wanted to forget his past.

I'm not sure it works like that.

Okay.

Anyway, we've got a doctor's diagnosis that proves
that the marks were caused by Guttate Psoriasis.

- Oh, don't start, please.
- Don't start what? What have I started?

No, you think that I have a problem
with the notion of paternal culpability, don't you?

- Well, have you?
- No, I don't.

- Well, that's okay.
- I don't.

- Okay. I'm only trying to make a point.
- I don't lie awake at night

wondering if I'd been a different person
would my son, on his 18th birthday,

you know, would he be sleeping out
on the streets at night.

I know I'm responsible. I'm his father. All right?

What else would I be? I'm his father.
I'm responsible for his actions, all right?

Okay.

Okay.

MEL: Is that you?

ROPER: Shocking, isn't it? The ravages of time.

Been a restless busybody
and general nosey parker my whole life,

- but never more so than in my twenties.
- Oh, yeah?

- Have a seat?
- Thank you.

After I qualified as a doctor,
I joined an international aid agency

and faced down child slavery in Africa,

secular infanticide in Cambodia,
and teenage sweatshops in Taiwan.

- What brought you home?
- A dose of malaria.

I decided to shadow an old college mate
who'd become a consultant paediatrician.

Just a bog standard week of clinics,

ward rounds and community visits,
but it was enough.

It was my road to Damascus.

Except it wasn't a road.
It was a suburb in Newcastle.

Our children.

Our fair-skinned future, the chicks in the nest.

The ones I was sure would be safe out there
in the great unknown.

That was the big lie,
and that's when my work began.

Your work?

Enshrining a criteria of abuse

and empowering social workers
to remove children from at-risk homes.

- You felt you had the right to do that.
- I had a duty.

(MOBILE PHONE BEEPING)

Sorry.

I need to make a call back to my office,

but I've got a really weak signal.
Is there another phone I could use?

- Yeah, there's another one in the kitchen.
- Great, thank you.

I'm still here.

No, it hasn't been a wasted trip.

No, it would just be easier to tell you
when I get back.

Well, I don't know, I'll just see how I go...

Listen, can I call you back? Thanks.

(CLICKING LIGHT SWITCHES)

- Find the phone okay?
- Yeah. Fine, thanks.

ROPER: Our children.

Our fair-skinned future, the chicks in the nest.

The ones I was thought were safe out there
in the great unknown.

That was the big lie,
and that's when my work began.

Enshrining a criteria of abuse

and empowering social workers
to remove children from at-risk homes.

MEL: And you felt you had the right to do that.

ROPER: I had a duty.

It was my road to Damascus.

Donald Roper has quite a history
in the field of paediatrics.

- Donald Roper?
- That's his medical archive. Yeah.

Thank you. Yeah, he's the driver
who ran Jason over, you know him?

Well, I know of him.
He's the guy who lifted the lid on child abuse.

The Roper test was standard issue
in the early '80s.

What was his phrase?
"Parenthood is a privilege, not a right."

God, how arrogant is that.

- It's a point of view, Mel.
- Sorry. What, you admired him?

He said things that people didn't want to hear,
and I rather admired that.

Between 1976 and 1986 Roper's diagnosis

secured the permanent removal
of 97 children from their homes.

Wrongly?

In 1985 he instigated the removal of Rosie Green,
daughter of Daniel and Sally Green.

- Wasn't he a vet?
- No, Sally was a vet, Daniel was a farmer.

They were middle class and educated
and they put up a fight.

And then the case was dropped.

Yes, but the Greens pushed for an inquiry
where Roper's evidence was ripped to shreds.

- So, was he struck off?
- Mmm, but there's an epilogue.

And it proves Roper was right.

A year later, Daniel Green buys a gun
and goes berserk with a shotgun.

He shot his daughter, he shot his wife
and then he shot his own brains out.

Sorry, I don't think that proves
that he abused his daughter.

Well, Roper was reinstated after he appealed.

At which point he moved to London
to become a consultant paediatrician.

Roper was the doctor who diagnosed
Jason Murphy with Guttate Psoriasis

when the nurse had said it was cigarette burns.

Oh, my God.

(CAR APPROACHING)

BOYD: Okay.

If you've got nothing to hide, Dr Roper,

- you won't mind us having a look, will you?
- Go ahead.

Thank you.

Spence.

Sorry, excuse me.

(CLICKING LIGHT SWITCHES)

BOYD: Give it a go.

Dr Roper.

- Have you got a key?
- Yeah.

Tablecloths, napkins, sheets,
aprons and handkerchiefs.

All handmade by children at an orphanage
I established in former Zaire.

I'm an authorised vendor myself.
Do you want to see a pricelist?

Oh, no. I'm all right, thanks.

I've got a Save the Children thingy
on my credit card.

- Spence.
- Dr Roper, this way, please.

When you've finished here, Frankie,
can you go over to the pound and check his car?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.

Until this afternoon, I had no idea
that young man was jason Murphy.

- I don't believe you.
- There's nothing I can do about that, is there?

Come on. You treat Jason Murphy
when he was five years old,

and 15 years later you run him over.

I told you, he ran out in front of my car.

That does not lessen the coincidence.

Look, I was a paediatrician for 40 years.

I've treated tens of thousands of kids.

Why didn't you tell Detective Silver
that Jason Murphy was one of them?

Because I was afraid of exactly
what's happening now.

Afraid?

I've been made a scapegoat before.

Ah, yes, the Daniel Green case.

My perceived overzealousness cost me
my name and my place on the register.

I became the sin eater for social workers
who had lost their nerve

and the whipping boy for angry parents
frightened of what's in here.

Yeah, but when Daniel Green shot his family,
you were put back on the register.

It was too late by then.

I was the pied piper.
The state-sanctioned child-snatcher.

Sure they reinstated me,

but I understood very well
that if I raised my head over the parapet,

they'd take it away for good.

In your heart, did you think
Jason had Guttate Psoriasis?

I can't remember.

And did you give any credence
to the nurse's belief

that the sores were cigarette burns?

I think perhaps...

my fear of being struck off,

not being able to do what I wanted to do,
swayed my judgement.

For Christ's sake, he's leading you up
the garden path with this Daniel Green stuff

and, with all due respect, Grace,
you're letting him.

(CLEARING THROAT)

When did you last see jason Murphy?
I mean, before the other night.

- You know the answer to that.
- When you diagnosed him with Guttate Psoriasis?

Yes, that was the last and the only time.

- Yeah, are you sure about that?
- Yes.

To my knowledge.

That's a strange little caveat.

Seems sensible enough to me.

What about Cindy?
Did you ever meet her to your knowledge?

- No.
- Do you know where she is now?

- Look, can I remind you I came here voluntarily?
- Oh, well, Dr Roper,

I can change that very easily
if you don't answer the question.

- No, I never laid eyes on Cindy Murphy in my life.
- Where were you when they went missing?

Don't say you can't remember
'cause I won't believe you.

I know exactly where I was.

I was in Romania
lobbying against the Ceausescu regime.

- I'm sorry, I just...
- No, you're absolutely right.

Just don't ever do it again.

SPENCER: Yeah, he was in Romania.

BOYD: I had a feeling you were gonna say that.

- But I found some old keys, though.
- Great.

- Great, I'm gonna have to let him go.
- Why?

What am I gonna charge him with?

I mean, possession of keys
doesn't quite do it, Spence, does it?

Okay.

Hi. Tell me you got something from his car.

Sorry. The front and near side dentings
fit with him turning the wheel

to avoid Jason crossing from the left.

And the marks on the jeans were probably
from where he struck the car's bumper,

- but I've sent samples off for analysis.
- Any corresponding damage to the bumper?

Well, if there was,
it was lost when the car hit the wall.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Why are you going at this so hard?

Because Roper treated Jason as a child and
I don't know, I just don't believe in coincidence.

Listen, Boyd, if Jason's not faking the amnesia...

Who said he's faking it?

No, but my point is, you know,
there are things that we could do...

Why do I feel ambushed?

We could administer a small amount
of thiopental sodium.

It can help regain the memory
by oxygenating the brain...

And relaxing the body.

Yeah, but you're not that kind of doctor,
are you, Frankie?

- We can arrange it is what she meant.
- Oh, can we? Side effects?

- And don't tell me there aren't any side effects.
- There is a chance that it could mask,

- but not cause, further internal bleeding.
- Oh, forget it.

Yeah, but, Boyd, monitored closely
that risk is really small.

But there's still a risk, isn't there?
Whatever size the damn thing is,

- there's still a risk, yeah?
- There is another life at stake.

- Potentially.
- Potentially.

Yeah, for Christ's sake, Grace, you were
the one who said he was faking the amnesia.

We couldn't rule it out is what I said.

No, I'm sorry. He's been through enough.

I'm surprised at you, Grace. I really am.

Okay, Professor, I could send it
as an MP3 attachment,

or if you're on ASDL, I could
stream it to you live. What do you reckon?

No? Okay, could I just play
the recording down the phone for you?

Hold on one sec.

- Ah, yeah.
- Yes.

- Boyd?
- Yeah?

- What's this, working lunch?
- No, it's for Jason.

- I just wondered if I could have a quick word.
- Yeah, a quick one, yeah.

Have you read Mel's file?

- Yes, I have.
- So you know she's adopted.

- Yes, I do know that.
- Then you know she was taken forcibly

from her mother by Social Services.

But she went on to have a happy childhood,
didn't she?

But her mother was underage,
she had psychiatric problems.

We all have stuff that we leave at the door
when we come to work.

I don't think Mel is any different.

I know that. But I just wondered
if she was the right person to be handling this...

I'm not sure if this is the right time
to be discussing this.

I've just had the results back
from the trace evidence on Jason's shirt.

Lots of hairs, mainly his,
but of the rest there is one

that has the same mitochondrial DNA as Jason's
but it's not his.

- How do you know that?
- Because it was typed as female.

So it could be his sister Cindy.

Can you date it?

No, but in all probability he's seen her
since he's owned the shirt.

We must talk to Jason.

My date of birth is 12th of February 1979,

my birth name was Mary Price,

my mother's name is... Was Jane Price.

I don't know whether this will help locate the file,
but my mother was deemed unfit...

Unable to... I was removed by court order.

Thanks.

(CHATTERING)

No, it doesn't sound familiar.
Still, what's in a name?

Mmm, tasty.

- Mind, next time, easy on the mayo.
- Sure.

Were those people really me parents?

Yeah. I believe so, yeah.

And I've got a sister?

Well, she's not just a sister. She's your twin sister.

She's a kid.

Well, that's an old photograph.

That's me?

Yes. Yeah, it is.

- So... What about whatshername?
- Cindy.

- Why isn't she here?
- She's missing.

She's dead, isn't she?

Well, she's missing.

How long?

Jason, I've got a proposition to put to you.

Here you are.
This will get rid of the taste of the mayonnaise.

Should I chuck this for you?

Is that it?
I thought you were gonna stick bolts in me head.

Well, I'm sure that can be arranged. Good luck.

Are you all right?

We're gonna find her.

I know it.

Well, anytime you wanna stop, just...

Just let me know, okay?

JASON: 278, 277, 276...

- Look, all I'm seeing is the back of me eyelids.
- Just keep counting, Jason.

278, 277, 276,

275, 274,

273, 272,

271,

270,

269,

268.

- Do you feel all right, Jason?
- Mmm-hmm.

How do you feel?

Relaxed.

- But me heart's beating fast.
- That's okay, that's good.

GRACE: Where are you?

I don't...

- I'm...
- It's okay. Are you warm?

- Or are you cold?
- Warm.

But it's cold outside.

How do you know it's cold outside?

- The wind's up.
- You can hear the wind?

- What else can you hear?
- Gulls.

And I can smell the sea, brine.

- What are you doing?
- Eating.

- Porridge.
- Is there someone there with you?

No.

Wait...

- Wait, there's a cat.
- A cat? What colour's the cat?

Black and white.

- Does it have a name?
- No, but I know the cat.

And what's the cat doing?

Curled up on a chair by the Aga.

Doesn't like the draught from the shelter door.

Shelter door, what's that?

It's an old air-raid shelter, I think.

And where is it? Is it under the kitchen?

Mmm-hmm.

- GRACE: What's it used for now?
- Don't know.

Is there anything in there?

- Just take your time.
- I said I don't know.

Okay, let's wrap it up now, shall we?

Are you all right?

Can we get him back to the hospital now, please?

Well done.

MEL: DS Amelia Silver, warrant number 357238.

I need an address for a Jane Price.

Date of birth 2/2/63, Romford, Essex.

No, she's not part of an ongoing investigation.
It's just someone I need to trace.

But she may have a different surname now.

Okay.

- Jane Glover?
- Yeah.

Erm, DS Silver. May I come in?

- Yeah, of course. Has something happened?
- Oh, no, not at all.

Thank you.

It's my daughter's birthday today.

- How old is she?
- Seven.

What, I look too old to have
a seven-year-old daughter?

- Oh, no, no.
- I married late.

Do you have any other children?

What was it you wanted, Detective Silver?

Erm...

There's been an increase in burglaries
across London

and this leaflet just outlines
different ways to make your home...

more secure.

I'm sorry, it says here
you work for the Cold Case Squad.

- Yeah.
- I don't understand.

Oh, I'm on secondment this week.
We all have to do it.

- And you can't wait for it to be over.
- It's not that bad.

Oh, it must be exciting, though, cold case work.

- Sometimes.
- More to it than just matching the DNA.

- God, yeah, a little bit.
- Sorry.

I'm a true crime fiend.

My husband has to hide my books
in case my daughter finds them.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm...

I'm just under a lot of pressure at work.

- The leafleting?
- No, not the leafleting.

I shouldn't take up your time, I'm sorry.

Look, if you want...

Sometimes talking to a stranger...

But if you don't...

I don't, thank you.

A plate of porridge,
a black and white cat and it's windy.

You shouldn't have stopped it.
I was getting somewhere.

It's called concern, Grace.

- I just spoke to Professor Patois.
- Yeah.

He said the recording was so abysmal
he wasn't gonna risk his reputation

guessing the provenance of Jason's accent.

But then, just before he hung up,
he said it's definitely the North East coast,

- but not Newcastle.
- See, the smell of brine.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

SIM cards.

So we're looking at
about 40, 50 miles of coastline?

- Mmm-hmm.
- I don't know if it helps

but the weed killer I found
on the bottom of Jason's shoes

is usually used when you're growing roses.

- So it's more likely to be a nursery than a farm.
- I think so, yeah.

We need a bigger map than this.
You can barely see Newcastle.

I've got a trace on the jeans.

They're a cheap, cheerful, distinctive
Northern chain called Pasadena Fashions.

How many branches?

There are seven, all dotted around
Newcastle, Durham and Sunderland.

Well, that's the area. The dialect coach said that
this is the area that that man came from.

Donald Roper was
the most senior paediatrician in the North East.

Ah, but not when Jason and Cindy went missing.

SPENCER: What about the air-raid shelter
Jason talked about?

Shelters in private homes
were rare outside urban areas.

Durham County is the least populated county
in the UK,

so I'm thinking, was there something nearby
that was worth bombing?

That's a good question.

- It is.
- I know.

SPENCER: All right.
This is the original War Office map

of the Newcastle area from November 30, 1944.

What the Germans would've done
to get a hold of this.

(IN MOCK GERMAN ACCENT)
For you, Amelia, ze war is over.

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

Wodhurst Base, Bolam Base,
some munitions dumps here, here and here.

There's radar establishment,
there's two of them, there and there.

Right, so that's four which are near the sea.

How do we turn four into one?

Okay, Blythe Radar establishment
is now part of the Tynemouth conurbation.

The second location is...

remote and coastal.

Yeah, there isn't a house in sight there, is there?

Yeah, but here's why. Look.

- Why?
- The soil is heavily saline,

so it's no use to a farmer or a rose fancier.

What's the third location?

Right, now there's a big munitions dump
near a hamlet called Albee.

SPENCER: A- L-B- E-E.

Ah, yeah. Got it.

This looks more promising.

Give me the coordinates
of the dump itself, Spence.

Hold on.

902-662.

Brilliant. Thanks, Spence.

- There you go.
- Fantastic.

We better organise some transportation.

See something you like?

- How are you feeling, Jason?
- Why? There something I should know?

No, it's just...

Dr Faulkner and I were concerned about
what the police put you through.

Little bird told me Dr Faulkner's your old man.

- That's right.
- Does he know you're a smoker?

Got one on you?

No, I have not.

How about in your bag?

You have, haven't you?

- Forget it.
- Oh, come on.

At least let us stretch me legs.
I'm going mental in here.

Detective Superintendent Boyd.

- Good to meet you.
- DS Silver.

- DI Jordan.
- Can I amend our last conversation?

Ted and Sheila Mason have six, not four, firearms.

Two are registered to the nursery.

- Okay.
- Now, can we all get a good look at each other.

Yeah.

(CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)

Check.

Check.

I'm just taking him to physio.

Clear.

SPENCER: Jesus.

How many health and safety laws
are being broken in here?

If we can't find Cindy, we'll get them for that.

- Is that meant to be funny?
- INSPECTOR: Come on.

Okay, let's move to positions.

Zulu 1 on plot.
Have eyeball on the subject premises.

So, was it a bit of the old nepotism
you getting work here?

Yeah, a bit.

Part of me wanted to go to another hospital,
but I live with my mum

and I don't see that much of my dad.

Parents, eh? You can't live with them...

What are you doing? Jason. Jason, stop.

POLICEMAN: Team one in position.

Team two in position.

Right, I need someone
to cover the front gate. You keep in touch.

All comms on channel 3.

I also need someone back on that side.

Teams one and two move forward
and visually clear the building.

Nobody home.

(MEOWING)

Wow. Not quite.

Armed police, armed police.

Clear. Room clear.

Power's off.

(MEOWING)

This is Spence.
There's a car approaching your position.

I think it saw me.

All right, nobody move until they're out of the car.

I repeat, hold your positions
until they're out of the car. Let's go.

Mel, vehicle coming your way. Could've seen us.

(COCKING GUN)

Drop it, you bastard.

(SCREAMING)

(SOBBING)

Put you hands in the air.

He's deaf. He's deaf.

I thought he had a gun.

It's a crank. For the generator.