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Job-lot, eBay.

Whose bright idea was this?

You do know the correlation between
repetitive head injuries and

early onset dementia?

That's what training's for.

Here.

No, they'll fix it upstairs.

If it's not done right, I could
break anything. Again, training.

Couldn't you have found
a passion for chess?

The Chess society are
riddled with crabs.

Oh be serious, Flick.

Oh I am. Stuff they do with
their rooks is pure filth.

It's public domain.

Nobody ran boxing past me.

You should just think yourself lucky
that she let me invite you tonight.

You do not need your Mum's
permission to see me!

No, I just need Maggy to
squeeze me into your 'slots'.

Look, Maggy doesn't
talk to you like that.

Nope. But that's what
it always sounds like.

Which is why you need
to be nice to Jeff.

Jeff?!

If I ran every hobby past you
Pops, you'd die on your feet.

His company put shedloads of
money into places like this.

He's here, right?

Don't make it weird.

Dad, this is Jeff.

He suggested boxing as a way
for me to embrace female rage.

Whoa! 'Rage' and
'female' are her words.

My quote's 'Blowing
the cobwebs out.'

Which is great for 99 percent
of people, don't you think?

Anyway, good to finally
meet you, Wolfe.

I've heard tons about you.

Now I know why Flick's
right hook's so impressive.

Excuse me.

Maggy? 'I don't
know why I'm here'

Yeah. 'But I'm here.'

No, no, of course.

Hey, Maggy's outside.

Um, I'm on my way
down. Now, yeah.

There'd be more chance of
us spending time together

if I turned up on a
slab at this rate.

Well, you got talked
into the right hobby

for speeding the
chances of that up.

This is important to her.

Oh give him a break, work's
work. We know what he does.

They're taping it anyway,
so we can email you a copy.

Fuck off!

Wolfe!

What's the emergency?

Val invited a date.

Jeff's not a 'date'.

Seriously, if that's the only
reason you called me out,

I'm taking you back. I
will not watch the daughter

that almost died, take
impact injuries to the head

because some
over-athletic gimp thinks

she's got fucking
cobwebs at her age!

And nobody asked me.

There we go!

Where are the others?
Round at Dot's.

Well, that's where we're off.

What the hell is that?

There's no movement, so
it's not a silent rave.

Pull over.

But not on the bridge.

Wolfe! Has it been dumped?

No! There might
be someone in it.

Get the services
Maggy! I'm on it.

It's Maggy Chan from Forensics.
Hang on let me catch my breath.

We're at an RTC, it's
a car off a bridge.

Maggy - I'll send you
the exact location.

We'll need USAR, paramedics,
and don't hate me... Divers.

Look - the driver's
out. Footprints.

Hey, "We don't risk a
life to save a life".

It's your own echo, Boss. See
if anyone else needs help.

Wolfe, I can smell fuel.

Yeah, I can see it, it's all shifting
away from the engine. Just go!

Travel well.

Listen,

I know it seems indecent,

to be asking this soon,
but I badly need your help.

To find out what piece of shit
left you here to die on your own.

'Maggy?'

Services are en-route.

'We've got a deceased female
in the passenger seat.'

'Teenager, early twenties.'

'What're we seeing over there?'

We've got footprints but
only down to the river,

'but they're erratic.
I'm not seeing blood..

Meaning dogs?

Well, they're swerving away from
the water, back under the bridge.

Olivia!

Stay back!

Way back, please! Look, there's
nothing to see here, folks.

That's our car.

Joseph, that's our...

Oh my God. Oh, my God. Olivia!

Emergency's are on their
way. Did she call you here?

Missed curfew. Three hours.

We tracked her phone.

We don't know how safe the
vehicle is, please, please...

Claudia,

she got out.

She's out!

The prints lead us away
from the water, thank God.

Can you give me a photo of her
to share with the main services?

What's he do? I'm
Professor Kinteh.

We're forensic workers
from the university.

We happened to be
first on the scene.

All highway patrols should
have her picture, Sir.

Joseph!

Olivia!

Olivia!

Olivia!

Olivia!

If you can hear me, just yell!

Olivia!

Olivia!

If you can't yell,

use your phone!

At what time did you
report the incident?

Uh, it was, uh.

It was 8:15pm when
you phoned it in,

9pm by the time we arrived.

With 45 minutes for you to dive
in to collect forensic evidence,

while speaking directly to
the victim's family, before

I collected time-sensitive samples,
only once I knew it was a fatality.

What citizen wouldn't?

The rest of us, you mad fuck!

You could've blown yourself to
shit when the vehicle went up.

Hey. "If you can smell
that, blame a teacher."

I'm still here.

Olivia's parents are accusing
you of causing the explosion.

That's just the grief speaking.

C'mon, Betsy, what else was

how could I have
done it differently?

Are we close to finding the
identity of the missing driver?

OK. Yes. From the
footprints that Maggy found.

We have size eight.
New Balance 452.

Well worn, the
tread was quite bare

which happen to match these

from Olivia Turner's social
media postings last night.

So just to confirm the two girls
Olivia Turner and Ella Squires

one 17, the other nearly 18, but
y'know, both 17 for the record

were together before the crash.

Prints on the steering match Ella on
IDENT 1. Previous for shoplifting.

We tracked her phone, last
location was the crash site.

We scoured the crime
scene and no sign of it.

Could be off. Or broke.

She could have it with
her, but if it is,

the battery's been removed,

which wouldn't be an accident.

Police have checked Ella's home and
college and are talking to friends.

Parents aren't around.
She lives with her sister.

Currently no sign of her.

You wouldn't run if you weren't
guilty of something, would you?

We don't jump to
conclusions here.

I'm just opening my
mind to all scenarios.

Yeah,

but there's a difference between
hypothesis and catastrophising.

For the record.

All I meant was, catastrophising
can split your focus

when primary should be
cold, hard evidence.

It's not off the cards,
but it's not for here.

Well done team.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR

Cassie. Thanks for
allowing us back.

This is my colleague Wolfe.

Tea, milk and I went for plain
biscuits instead of choccie.

Less mess.

There'll be quite a lot of intrusion
in your house over the next few days.

You shouldn't be out of pocket.

Whether you think you can
or you think you can't,

you're right.

That for me?

Are you gonna be much longer?

DCI Chambers run out of
asking the same questions?

Hey, I wouldn't cross
her if she were my boss.

Neither would I,
but I'm my own boss.

Officer of the crown,
totally impartial.

We're not police.

Not as nice as Olivia's place.

I haven't been.

Why?

Nobody's looking for Olivia.

If you'd asked me two
years ago where she'd be.

With who.

I'd have a list,

I coulda told you everything,

'cos there wasn't, being honest

that much to know.

I wouldn't just have numbers,

I'd have their parents' numbers.

Now, I'm totally frozen
out. Hey, Cassie...

It's hard enough being a parent
when you actually are one.

How's anybody supposed
to keep 'em safe?

You'da still been working
all that out for yourself

when you had to take Ella on?

Ella's a good driver.

I've got a garage
off the high street,

she'd been helping
out for years.

The only reason El would've
been driving Liv's car,

is if Liv was too
pissed to drive herself.

And if Liv was pissed,

it's bang-on our Ella was too.

'The cause of death is'

cranial blunt force injury.

Was the airbag disabled?

Neither Olivia or Ella
had their seatbelts on,

so the airbags didn't go off.

Ella got lucky.

Even if she was wearing her
belt or had hit the bag,

the branch ruptured
her abdominal aorta.

She'd have bled-out, sharpish.

If Maggy's scribbling everything
down, what's the point in a report?

Your reports are great,
Maxine, we've no complaints.

It's just, headlines would be
great for the time we've got.

Except, personally,
I love detail.

I only include detail
that's applicable.

Received.

It's the 50 Shades of
Dead I could do without.

I enjoy them.

Brings a pizazz
to a morbid read.

Blood work's back.

No traces of alcohol
or drugs in her system.

Are you sure?

No, I'm guessing wildly in
the hope of recognition.

We bow to your
diligence, Maxine.

What time can we
expect the full report?

You'll get it when I press send.

Thanks Max,

always a pleasure.

The brake lines have
been tampered with.

That's why there were no
skid marks on the road,

not because Ella was too intoxicated
to break but because she couldn't.

Let's look into everywhere
this car has been.

Anyone that's come
into contact with it.

We need to find Ella,

guilty or not, she's scared.

They leave college just before five
and head straight to the chippy.

Traffic cameras see them heading
towards the Peak District

but lose them at seven when they
head down lesser used country roads.

Photos on Olivia's phone put them
in the woods for a couple of hours.

There's no-one else
in those pictures.

No phone calls or
messages are sent.

And there's nothing more
until the crash at nine.

Having trouble
locating this spot,

the soil samples on the
tyres are all scorched.

Check the shoes. I managed to pull
them off while I was in there.

But if these girls have
enemies, I want to know who.

Trawl their social media comments
for dodgy mates, pervy teachers.

We need to find this cave.

Who says that
entomology isn't sexy?

Most can't even spell it.

Good job we got to you
before you were chargrilled.

Steve, I get kids being
fascinated with bugs.

What stuck?

Yeah it's simple really.

The soil on the shoes had traces
of the chestnut gall wasp.

An hour of cross-referencing
Chestnut trees

with a list of known caves
in the area and voila.

Here you go.

Break fluid.

Secure the area.
Whoever cut the breaks,

their DNA is here.

Somewhere.

Oh, Boss?

Boss?

Ambulance now.

She's here!

I need help.

Stare much?

Um.

Yeah sorry, it's just,

blood makes me feel a bit,

you know. Wrong job, mate.

Yes, well not other
people's, obviously.

Brave boy.

You ready for this?

Well that depends. Are
you gonna be gentle?

Ready? Mm-hmm.

Jesus.

Ahh, look how good that looks.

Wolfe's gonna be buzzing.

No chance mate.

I wouldn't.

It would be, uh,

proper unprofessional.

That's which makes it... her

all the more alluring.

It's nice to have a pretty
face to look at for a change.

Oi.

Oh, no you're beautiful.

Just a bit too much dick for me.

Ditto.

This correlates with
Ella's injuries.

But the other DNA
isn't a match for Liv.

Station called - Ella's awake.

Betsy said you can sit
in on the interview

if you keep your trap shut.

Great.

I'll fetch the car. Nope.

You've offended
enough people today.

Stay here and fix Ella's phone.

Dominique, would
you do the honours?

She's only been
awake a few hours.

Keep this brief. Yeah?

Was Olivia in pain? Ella

Olivia died instantly. She wouldn't
have known what had happened.

I'm really, really,
sorry. It was my fault.

Don't say that. Cross
that out your notes.

She takes it back.
She did nothing wrong.

It's ok Cassie. Ella, your blood
work shows that you were sober.

But I was driving.
It was my fault.

No. It was the fault of the
person who cut the breaks.

I need some air.

Who did you fight with
yesterday at the cave, Ella?

Before the crash? Nobody.

Somebody tried to kill you.

With your help and your honesty,

DCI Chambers here can put this
person in prison for years.

How long's the sentence, like,

you know for...
for what happened?

Premeditated murder
carries a long term.

Come on. Who gave
you the makeover?

Mackenzie Drayton.

We go college together.

Can you tell us how you got
those injuries, MacKenzie?

Hold on. Hold on.

No offence, but in this climate,

can you say your names
clearly for the video?

Am I a suspect?

You're a person of interest.

That's your loophole
for harassment?

We can do this at the station with
a lawyer present if you'd rather.

Don't need to make such
a big deal about it.

Ask your questions then.

This was self-defence.

Were you friends
with Ella and Olivia?

With Liv. Before she
became 'besties' with Ella.

How did you feel about
their friendship?

I don't like Ella.

She's a yes person. And
yes people are fake.

Or maybe she was lonely
and wanted to be affable.

Dunno,

don't care.

She turned up and Liv wanted
nothing more to do with me

and that felt like
a kick in the tits.

So you were angry with Ella?

I didn't get these
bruises by being affable.

You know it's pretty screwed up
that Ella wants to press charges

about our scrap when
our friend just died.

She doesn't. These questions are
in relation to Olivia's death.

But it was an accident.

No.

It wasn't.

I think it's best to
continue this at the station.

With a lawyer.

I've not done anything wrong!

Hello.

Where are you?

I'm sorry. Her Mum
wasn't answering and.

Flick? Flick?

Flick? Can you hear me?

What's she taken?

Prosecco and a few
cigs. It's no big deal.

Hello daddy. Do you wanna blow.

The carbon dioxide in bubbly will
just make the hangover worse.

You're better off sticking to
spirits. Or a bottle of red.

You gonna give me the
"special cuddle" talk next?

Which type of lube has got the
least amount of toxic chemicals in?

That's probably a
conversation to have with Mum.

Or a verified NHS website.
This isn't a big deal.

You were passed out.

I was having a party
nap and a tactical puke.

You're being reckless and
disobedient. And attention seeking.

I guess I learnt
that from you then.

Anyway, all my mates drink.

All your mates started
drinking years back.

They've built tolerance.

And it's not just about the
boozing. What's boxing all about?

It's tantamount to self-harm,
and you're beautiful.

I can't stomach watching.

That's why you left?

Figures.

I thought chemo was the
worst part of Leukaemia.

But your parents treating
you like a china doll

for the rest of your life
just about trumps it.

Dad,

if you're gonna start crying
every time I talk about cancer

we're gonna run out
of meaningful topics.

I'm gonna get pissed.

I'm gonna smoke weed.

I'm gonna take E
and dance all night.

I'm gonna do all of those
things 'coz they're what

I was dreaming of doing
when I was stuck in hospital

having to read Jacqueline
fucking Wilson.

You said you'd ring when
you were on your way.

OK,

we are gonna save all the
big words for tomorrow.

I'm officially your
worst hangover.

Upstairs.

Shower.

I'll bring water.

Fair do's to Flick, she had tried
ringing but you weren't picking up.

Well I'm sorry you had
to be the one, Wolfe,

but thanks for being there.

I'll make her grateful.

I'm covered in bile and
oestrogen. May I...?

Oh.

Hiya, Wolfe.

I, er

legacy of my Dad's as a tuner.

I promised Val, seeing as it's a
present, I'd help her set it up.

Not many tuners I know
can play like that.

I did eight months at the Royal
Northern College of Music.

They turfed you out
with talent like that?

If only for the effort,
mate you were robbed.

And can I please apologise
for telling you to fuck off?

They turfed me out for starting
a copyright clearance agency

on their time and property.

It was never massive,

but it's still running. Mmm.

Can I get you a drink?

Just a small one?

It's not one of Val's
stash, I brought it with me.

I have to work.

Thanks for bringing her home.

Did you put her in
the recovery position?

No, I strung her up by the feet
watching a stomach pump playlist.

Actually, Jeff,

now that it's up to scratch, I
wouldn't mind christening it.

You don't play.

Having time away
from Val taught me

Russian, or what I thought
was Russian, Mandarin,

and keyboards.

Hats off to you.

Oh, woah, woah, woah.

Fuck, sorry, sorry, man.

Well, it's alright,

it's not blood!

And I'm way past the
driving limit anyway.

Wolfe!

We will be taking her
phone off her for a week.

Something big, but
probably not that.

She'd drive me up the wall.

You need to see how old she
got behind our backs, Wolfe.

She just made a point of
making me feel really lonely,

which makes her
sound about fifty,

but I didn't have the
guts to crack that joke.

You're frozen.

Yeah, I'll get back
in. No, no, no.

Here!

Since we're both agreed that neither
of us wants her turning into me.

For God's sake,

we're staring the answer in
the face. You invite me back...

Wolfe, we are not...
No, you need to listen.

We are not doing this.

I need to get at my keys.

If I move back in...

No, you need to
listen, we both do.

I move back in, she has
nowhere to go with the attitude

because I will
totally upstage her.

What if she upstages you,

and I'm stuck between
two head the balls.

Think again, Wolfe. A lot.

Go home.

Have you ever seen anybody shrink so
much when they take their shoes off?

I mean, built up heels.

Seriously?

♪ Twinkle twinkle little star ♪

You haven't clocked off?

I'm just retesting some
spatter methodology.

While we love results, they're
less precious on fatigue.

That was too close.

You're telling me!

Come on!

We have to tell Wolfe.

Seriously, Steve? At my expense?

Yours?

Look, I get that you and
Dot and Maggy have this

co-dependent family
vibe cooking with Wolfe.

It's cute.

But I came in on the
back of you, Steve.

What does that
make us look like?

'Professor Kinteh!'

'There's a fire!'

Why haven't the alarms gone
off? I can't smell anything?

Why aren't you answering?

My apologies, Mr Turner.

Have you seen what
she looks like, now?

No.

Us neither. We're not allowed.

Because you destroyed
my evidence.

You went down there,

and fucked around with that car

because you couldn't
resist it, didn't you?

If you'd hadn't gone near,

there might've been a shred

of identification.

No, no, "It's not really her
anymore, Mr Turner, not really."

Joseph.

I'm guessing you wouldn't have turned
up here today without a weapon, yeh?

Save your strength.
Let me help you.

I, er,

put the phone up to her mouth,

for a count of 120.

There was no
respiration, Joseph.

She suffered catastrophic
injuries on impact.

After eighteen months, everything
just started going well.

Better.

What was the
turbulence before that?

She went down a hole.

She was being treated
for depression.

I'm not ashamed
of going private.

We'd nowhere else to turn.

And it wasn't us forcing
her onto tablets and shit.

She wanted help by then.

Eventually, eventually,
it started working.

Her lights came back on.

Joseph,

if Olivia was taking antidepressants
in the last three months,

we'd have found out.

We'd have known it.

Her bloods were clean
of prescription meds.

I'm so sorry.

Off their meds, off
their heads, is it?

You OK? No.

What if they'd meant
to go off that bridge.

Olivia stopped taking
her anti-depressants

and we can't link Mackenzie
to the car, not by a shred.

But Ella, with her experience
working at her sister's garage,

she'd have known exactly how
to mess with break lines.

How long have you been
thinking like this?

Olivia and Ella made a video.

Wait, look at the
next one first.

(CRYING)'Cassie,

it's still me.'

'Liv's dead.'

'She's dead!'

'I'm really scared
about being here.'

'Cassie, I...

I don't want to be here!'

Get Betsy to meet
me at the hospital.

I hope you're enjoying the
view for the right reasons?

I'd really love it if you'd
just shift it back a bit, Ella.

OK.

Here goes!

Stay past that.

Spent a lot of
time on this roof.

Never let my daughter this
close to the edge, though.

Who was the patient?

She was.

Flick.

For a long, long time.

With leukaemia.

What happened to her?

She's fifteen now, thank God.

I had a psychotic episode.

Went doolally.

Spent six months in a lock-up
ward, few more three month stints.

You thought about suicide?

Oh yeah.

One time,"Get him off
the fucking subject,

get him onto climate
Change, microbes,

who cares!"

(KNOCKING ON WINDOW

No, no, fuck off.

You're not sectioning me.

Wait, wait, wait!
We've no intention!

This is just banter
and anecdotes, folks.

Give us a minute to get
to the punchlines, please?

How um

how long have you and Liv
been thinking about suicide?

A while.

Only decided to go
through with it yesterday?

Because...?

Because of Mackenzie?

Liv wanted to tell
Mackenzie but,

she wouldn't get it.

She'd say I was
the bad influence.

Even though it was Liv's idea.

She was the one who told
me to cut the brakes.

And what Liv wanted,

was that important to you?

The loneliness I felt,

before I met her.

I never had to explain
a single thing to her.

But suicide wasn't one
of your words back then?

Trust me,

it doesn't belong
to you now, either.

I read your postcard.

"Whether you think can, or you
think you can't, you're right."

Do you know whose quote that is?

General Patton,
second world war.

He turned fear
into determination.

Saved a lot of lives.

Actually, it was Henry Ford.

What, really?

I've repeated that in
about a dozen lectures!

However,

it's the same sentiment.

Olivia,

stopped taking her
medication suddenly,

which can be a fast track
to suicidal thoughts.

Just because she took you there,

doesn't mean it's
where you belong.

Milk being adolescent.

Get access to treatment.

I can recommend the best.

Flick's pissed off with me.

So is Valerie.

That's why I've been a bit...

Don't blame your own behaviour
on anyone but yourself.

Thanks Betsy, I'm,

doing my best.

No!

You actually didn't listen
to that sentence, did you?

I'm looking for a pep talk here.

You want a distraction

from going round with your
tail between your legs

and apologising for whatever
idiotic thing you've done

or said now.

I just,

miss them so much.

I know.

But they're not going anywhere.

Unless you keep
pushing them away.

Fuck cancer! And divorce!

And having a daughter
who is smarter than you.

Fuck my crazy,
overbearing, complicated,

understanding,
forgiving, parents!

Um,

I'm going to delegate
to Maggy a bit more.

So we can have more
Dad-Daughter time.

Don't call it that
it sounds creepy.

And I'm going to be less
of a nuisance to Mum.

Even though she
secretly likes it.

She doesn't.

I'm sorry me getting ill meant
you and Mum stopped working.

It's not your fault.

You can talk to me.
Ok? About anything.

Boys, booze, drugs,

body dysmorphia, Cardi B,

and I promise,

I won't judge, I'll listen.

I never want you to feel like
you have to lie to me Flick.

This is gross.
You're all sweaty.

I gotta bounce,
Mum's picking me up.

Seeing JJ tonight?

He's playing five-a-side.

He's got that many friends?

Dad, for my sake, don't
ruin this for Mum.

When she likes him and he makes
her laugh, she's not the opposite.

Which seriously helps me out.

Do you understand?

Thanks for the punchball.

That was so instinctive of you.

OK, tongue up for me. Next!

What's changed?

You look beautiful!

You too.

It's been a while since
you lied Dominique.

Sorry!

I've got a new job.

It's kept me pretty busy.

You know, in the
lab in Manchester.

Actually, this job - I don't
know why you'd go back.

You know, after-Yeah.

I was thinking about
visiting the flat.

Don't do that.

I need to go and
pay my respects.

It won't bring him back.

I didn't mean to upset you, Mum.

Promise me you won't
be relying on the past,

cos there's nothing to have.

Let's put you somewhere
nice and warm, huh?

Twinkle Twinkle.