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It's the trial that's gripped
the nation. Dividing the...

Different sides of the establishment
face a joint trial...

Accusing the media of bias, that
will inevitably result in

an unfair trial.

All rise.

Have you reached a verdict
on which you are all agreed?

Oh, no.

Hi, Hannah, it's me, Mum,
I'm just... I'm starting to get

really worried now, cos
you haven't got back to me,

so if you could give me a call
back, that'd be great, OK?

All right, then, I'll speak
to you soon.

Bye.

The South West Police, what's
your emergency?

It's my daughter.

I went to her house
and she wasn't there.

It was my birthday yesterday,

you see. She, she didn't call,
so I went.

I thought she was probably
just tired after working

at the college ball the other night,
but it's been too long now.

Something's wrong.
I know.

I know something's wrong.

Concern is mounting for the
welfare of student Hannah Ellis, as

groups of her friends have started
to distribute leaflets

in the city centre.

Police are keeping an open mind
and have expressed hope that Hannah

has not come to any harm.

But the sudden disappearance
is out of character,

and they're urging people
at the college ball where Hannah

was working, to come forward
with any photos or video footage.

She's been missing three days.

When are we going to get
the divers in the water?

We're on it.

And who's the CPS sending?
Sweet baby James.

Look, he's fine at this stage.
Just make nice.

We need them one side for this one.

Hoult will be all over it before we
can land the murder charge.

It's a fishing expedition, James.
They've got these threatening
texts...

And no Hannah. ..and her rucksack
and sleeping bag are missing.

Yeah. But why would you pack a bag
and leave your phone?

And also, it was her mother's
birthday on Friday and she didn't
call her.

OK, the arrest is for malicious
communication only.

They can't touch the disappearance.
No.

Tell Butch Cassidy that if this does

progress, we have to tread
carefully,

given the suspect's family
connections.

They mess this up and we'll end
up as a case study for law students.

Right. I'll get down.

There. Let's go.

Talitha Campbell?

Who are you? Talitha Campbell, I'm
Detective Inspector Paula Cassidy,

and I'm arresting you on suspicion
of malicious communication.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned something you later

rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Come on.

The mother of missing student
Hannah Ellis has this evening made

an emotional appeal
for her daughter's whereabouts.

Hannah would never just disappear
like this, unless something

was terribly wrong.

I beg you, if you know anything,
then call the police.

I just want my daughter back alive.

You're not having this.

You have to give...
It's worth more than you'll earn

in your entire career, baldy.

And it belonged to my grandmother,
so you'll have to come take

it if you want it that much.

Don't worry, Cue Ball, I've got
this.

Take it off.

Yeah, I'm dead - of boredom.

Where's that bloody solicitor?

Have a good evening. Thank you.

Hannah Ellis.

She's a second-year student.
Philosophy and English Literature,

and she returned home after working
at the college ball,

but since then, nada.

Those are the texts sent
between Talitha and Hannah.

First one was sent five days ago.

So, two days before she...

Last one was the day
of the ball itself.

Hiya, Cleo, how's tricks?

Hi, Paula.

Anything I need to know? Mm.

Yes, actually, um, Talitha Campbell
is a rude, entitled little cow.

And you'd just love to throw
her arse in the slammer?

No comment, obviously, but do
tell her she'd be well advised

to watch her manners.

Got it.

Hi. Hello. Hi, Talitha.

Thanks.

I'm Cleo Roberts, the duty
solicitor on call tonight.

I just have to go through a few
boring things with you. Oh, no,

it's been so exciting until now.

So, you know Hannah Ellis?

Hashtag praying for her.

Well, really, all these, erm,
internet fakes.

I hope she's OK, but I'm not
going to pretend I like her.

No.

Well, the police have shown me some
evidence that suggests you're quite

a long way from that.

Yeah, it was just a few
stupid texts.

No big deal.

But her disappearance is, though.

Let's get your account of
things first.

We had a falling out. Over...?
A few things, really.

Well, Hannah went a bit nuts.
Started accusing people of stuff,

saying that I denied abuse on campus
and enabled predators.

What kind of predators?

Oh, just this guy
we're friends with.

He's just a bit OCD. Typical Hannah.

So you were friends once?

I mean, we hung out for a bit,
but she got on my nerves
towards the end.

Also, she was hostile about...

It doesn't matter.

Try me.

I do a bit of webcam and
escort work sometimes.

It's not a big deal.

Lots of students do.

And why did she have an opinion
on that?

Don't ask me.

Well, I think the police might.

Bigotry, I guess. She didn't believe

sex work was just like any
other job.

That's an alternative opinion,
not bigotry.

Yeah, well, it beats relying on my
shithouse family for maintenance.

You don't get on?

They haven't told you who my dad is?

Sir Damian Campbell.

The property developer? Uh-huh.

Bulldozed an orphanage with the kids

still inside, to build
a luxury hotel.

Well, putting your dad
to one side...

Things got a bit noisy.

Ended up with words being exchanged,
and that's the end of it, really.

Yeah, except it's not -
because you're in a police station.

This isn't your ordinary
malicious communication interview

because the recipient of your threat
is now part

of a missing person case.

I would advise you to reply
"no comment" to their questions.

The other problem is your manner.

They will video the interview.

So I still suggest a "no comment"
at this moment in time.

But whichever option you choose,
please don't suddenly change tack.

It is THE worst thing you can do,
really.

Well, she booked in yet?
She's quite the charmer.

I'm sure she'll be used
to getting her own way. Mm.

What did Ginny have to say?

"Tell DI Cassidy to get
a good disclosure..."

I am sure that's not the name
she used for me. Especially given

the mobile phone evidence.

So have you actually got Talitha
at the ball, yet?

Well...

So this is the photo taken
from the survivors of the ball

at 5am. Talitha is not in it,
and it's also taken five hours

after Hannah finished her shift
serving drinks, to walk home.

Then, eyewitnesses and CCTV pick up
Hannah in a few places.

No sign she's being followed,
and we know that she got back

to her room, because of her phone.

The phone is very strange, isn't it?

Mm. It was wedged down between the
bed and the wall.

Like it got pushed there.

So an attacker may not have
realised,

or she just left in a hurry
and couldn't find it.

Any forensics yet?

It's bloody annoying that the mum
tidied before calling us.

She rinsed out all the glasses.

That's understandable, though.

And then, Talitha is picked
up walking home

with a housemate, after Hannah.

They live round the corner
from each other.

Who's the housemate?

Kid called Dhillon Harwood.
His mum's Meera Harwood.

As in THE Meera Harwood? Mm.

Ma'am. OK, her solicitor's
in with the now.

Right, go on, who's the solicitor?

Er, oh, no.
We might have got lucky here.

She doesn't want her family
told. Why not?

No idea, but she was very specific
about it.

So they just got her
a duty solicitor.

Yeah, well, Cleo is one
of the better ones, so she also
got lucky there.

Cleo...? Roberts. Why, do you
know her?

Er, yeah, just a little while back,
you know. Erm...

I've got to go and visit
the mum in the morning.

Don't tell me. They've handed
down a new set

of victim-friendly guidelines.

Yes, because we're supposed to get
involved early now, and manage

the expectations that you lot
have falsely inflated.

Right, I'm going to get off.

Just call me with anything
important. Yeah.

And I'm joined now by the
Shadow Minister for the Environment,

Meera Harwood.

What do you have to say with regard
to the new planning legislation?

Good morning.

Well, I would imagine those rubbing
their hands at the removal

of regulations will be consultants,
property companies, as well
as friends...

Because that's not
self-obsessed. ..or anybody else...

They were saying
a girl from your university

has gone missing. Oh, right. Yeah.

Did you know her?
Who?

Oh, er...

..in my year, we took some
courses together.

Her mum did an appeal.

She was in bits.

So is her daughter, probably.

I'm kidding!

Hannah's probably just gone off
somewhere, Mum, it's the end of
term.

Well, I hope so.

That poor woman.

Erm... I'm going to go to the cottage
for a bit, by the way.

Oh, Dhillon, you've just got home.

Yeah, I know, it's just I've got
that dissertation to write,

and I work better down there,
so...

..about what we can offer
them...

I love you.

This should be ready in about
half an hour.

Cool, thanks.

It's happened again.

Hannah's debit card.

Where is it?

Small train station
just outside Cannock.

Any CCTV this time?

Nothing.

They're choosing locations
without cameras.

Her rucksack missing,
sleeping bag missing.

Cards still being used. I mean,
it could be her. No.

No. Phone still in her room.

No message to her mum.

No CCTV where they're using
the card.

No, that's not Hannah.

That card's either been nicked
or found somewhere.

You want the press saying we don't
take a missing girl seriously?

Right, but we need to liaise
with West Midlands, flag

it urgently with them. Mm.

You know, if they're using the card
there and Talitha's here...

Let's just see what she has to say
about it.

Shall we tell the CPS? Ugh,
they're on a different clock.

Let's just take one thing at a time.
Roger that.

Hiya.

Hi.

There's lasagne.
Oh, great.

Student Hannah Ellis has been
missing for three days.

She was last seen walking home
from her university in the early

hours of June the 18th.

Police have stressed that they're
doing all they can to locate her,

and have encouraged
all those who attended the ball

to come forward with any footage
of photos from that night,

even if it doesn't...

They've arrested somebody.

But they haven't found her yet.

No. I still think there's
a wee chance.

Who is he? Is he related to her?

It's a she. Fellow student. A girl?

Blimey.

So, are you working on it?

Yeah. And it's potentially a big
deal because her family is wealthy.

Oh, well, she'll probably
get off, then -

wouldn't want to want harm
her career prospects.

So, the new cot arrived. Great.

It's flat-packed.

No problem!

How well do you know Hannah,
Talitha? No comment.

What was the cause
of your falling out?

No comment.

You see a text message we marked
number one, can you read it out
to us?

"For the last time, Talitha, I just

"want you and that creep
to leave me alone."

That's Hannah to you.

Who's the creep, Talitha?

Text two. This is you to Hannah.

"Like either of us are interested

"in a frigid little swot like you,
Hannah."

To which she replies,

"Coming from an upper-class whore."

So it's not one-way traffic.

You clearly don't like each other.

But here's where it really
gets nasty.

Text four - you to Hannah.

"Careful, bitch.

"It won't cost me much to have
some crackhead sort you out."

Text five. Hannah to you. "Do not
threaten me again, or I will go

"to the police."

To which you reply,
"Fuck you and fuck the police."

None taken.

Day of the ball,

you sent one last message,
which reads, "Plenty of gin

"in my Negroni, loser."

This is, this is just such
complete bullshit.

I'd just like to remind my client of
her right to... It's fine.

Thanks for the advice, but I'm bored
of saying the same thing

over and over again.

I have nothing to hide.

It. Was. A. Joke.

A joke?

Yeah, OK.

It looks ugly in the cold
light of day,

but yeah, it was a joke
about her having to work that night.

She must have laughed herself silly.

Oh, we can't ask her,
because she's disappeared.

It may be she just wants
to be alone and away from it all.

It does happen, you know?

Yes, we do know that, but it's not
what we think's happened here.

If you're going to question my
client on the disappearance

of Hannah Ellis, you need to...

Let's get back to these threats.
Erm...

..what brought them about?

A disagreement. Over what?

Stuff.

Plus...

Yeah, I admit it, I might have been
a little volatile when I sent them.

Is that what they call
it these days?

Were you jealous of her?

Was I what?

Well, she's smart, pretty, popular.

Oh, I'm quite confident in at least
two of those areas, and I don't give

a shit if people like me.

Well, that's lucky.

So we've got a working-class
kid who's got three A stars

from a comprehensive and all her
tutors are saying she's heading

for a first. Then a posh girl who's
been thrown out of a top private

school before finally getting
pushed through the exams.

You go to the ball.
She works at it.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Poor little Cinders.

No big old silver spoon
in her mouth. Maybe not.

But I could tell you something
else that she wanted in there...

Whoa, whoa! Oh, I'm so sorry,
so, so sorry.

Erm, could you just
hold it, just hold it?

Yeah?

Thank you. So clumsy.

I am once again suggesting to my
client that she reply, "No comment."

Sure. This change should not
be taken as anything other

than a reflection of the oppressive
and aggressive questioning,

DI Cassidy.

Right.

Erm, I'm going to suspend
the interview here, anyway.

What?! We may just... Some new
evidence has just come to light.

We'll start again in the morning.

Interview suspended, 10:15pm.

Wait...

This is Troy

three days after the ball,
at the same pub where

Talitha was arrested.

And this is Troy outside the ball.

We're sure? We're sure it's him
in both locations?

That's Troy Manners. Student ball
would be a busy night for him.

Fits perfectly with the text.

He could be Talitha's crackhead.

Right, bring him in.

Troy?

That's a kind of Brummie
name, isn't it?

Is it?

Well, he could be the one
behind the card use as well.

Or one of his crew. Right.

Check out his connections
in the West Midlands and keep

digging through the surveillance
footage.

That was a total disaster.

What new evidence? I really have no
idea, but if you can't take my

advice, then I suggest you find
another solicitor. Fine, beat it,

then - this one's probably a bit
above your pay grade, anyway.

And who would you like to represent
you instead?

I'll represent myself.

Oh, you're doing a fantastic
job so far!

Look... No, you look,

Talitha, you're in trouble here.

I know you think you're untouchable,
but you're not.

Nobody is.

You come across as cocky, flippant,
and worst of all, indifferent

to the fate of a missing girl.

The police don't like you.

And should this escalate,

a jury will like you even less.

Now, I know you say you don't care
about the impression you make,

but I think that indifference
will be sorely tested

when you're sitting behind a glass
screen staring at 12 strangers

who won't meet your eye,
because they're just about to send

you to prison for the rest
of your life.

Wow, don't sugar the pill, love.

It's not my job to, love.

My only job here is to ensure
it doesn't get that far.

Try and get some sleep.

I may not want my parents involved,
but you're not the only

lawyer in town.

Let me know when you've decided
on that.

Right now, let's carry on

this chat. We have Gary
on line one.

Gary, how are you?

As in Sir Damian Campbell?
As in Cressida Blithe Custard?

No, I'm not sure. Oh, I've

no idea what her surname
really was, but the mum's,

like, old-school posh. OK.

Yeah, she was one of those '90s
it girls running around doing tons

of coke, getting shagged by
rock stars in Thailand.

It sounds awful.

Yeah, I think she has
a boutique clinic now.

It keeps her busy when she's not
playing tennis.

But I mean, if the daughter wants
them out of it and we can hold

on to this case... It would still
be legal aid, though.
But the publicity, Cleo...

Or, keep the parents involved,
take the money - even better.

She's a massive pain in the arse.
I tell you what.

I've got two guys off a flight
from Addis Ababa, who have filled

up their suitcases with cat.

It's exciting stuff, Cleo.
And you can have it.

You take on the bang to rights
class C supply charge,

I'll deal with the humdrum
millionaire's daughter in possible

murder of fellow student, yeah.

What do you want for breakfast
tomorrow, Talitha?

There's a choice? You can
have a bacon roll

or porridge. Whatever.

I don't really care.

Most people prefer the porridge.

Tea or coffee?
Is it an instant coffee?

No, we bring in a barista to prepare
the perfect flat white.

Ah, you're funny, cop.

Want me to choose for you again?
Tea.

Interviews. That's the bit she has
most, interviews of people money,
sex,

power. Money, money, money,
sex, sex, sex.

Yeah, and how things have changed
and how other things have maybe not

changed quite so much.

Dhillon, stop bloody filming me.

Let's go into film-making.

You'll thank me later, when I show
you Hannah, The Movie.

I'm serious, stop it now.

Put the phone away,

you weirdo. Such an idiot.

Call me back to ask, you
stupid bitch.

You can let them know that...

Campbell.

What?

When?

Who told you?

OK, I'm going straight away.

Got to go to Bristol.
Talitha has been arrested.

How much did she have on her?
It's not drugs.

So, Cleo Roberts is her solicitor.
Cleo Roberts...

As in the Hargreaves case?

Yeah, she was on duty last night.

I'm sure that family will get
rid of her soon enough.

She is very good.

Yeah. I think I'm going to speak
to the mum,

just to explain the arrests.

You know, make sure she knows
that we're actually... On her side.

Yes, I helped write
the new guidelines, James. I know,
I'm just being a swot.

Is it going to be difficult,

you and Cleo?

Look, we don't know what it's going
to be until they find

a body or until Hannah rocks up.

The texts aren't enough,

or anything, without more
evidence. But they're getting

the divers in the water
today, so we'll see.

Police have confirmed
that they have now made two arrests

in the case of missing student
Hannah Ellis.

Their identities have not been
released, but police have stated

that at least one of them
was known to Hannah.

Hi. Hello.

You're the family liaison, right?

Amanda Wilkinson. You must be
James Thornley from...

The CPS. How is she?

I'm sorry about him.

Thank you.

Hannah called him Spam.

I wanted to call him Buster, but she
insisted. That's a funny name.

She could have gone to Oxford,
you know, she got an offer.

But, erm, she wanted to be
near to me.

If she hadn't...

Well, you can't think
like that, love.

Why would anybody threaten Hannah?

That is what they're trying
to find out.

And I should stress that it's very
early days, so I don't want

you to be alarmed or upset if
they release her under
investigation.

"She". That's the bit that
I just...

And that doesn't mean
that she's guilty of anything

more than just some silly texts.

But obviously, they've got
to question her.

It's...

It's the thought of somebody
hurting her, you see?

Deliberately.

I'm sorry.

I was the first person in my
family to go to college.

Were you? Aye.

Hannah was always so good at school.

A stars and everything.

My parents were really supportive,
just like you. Mum was an LPN

up the local hospital.

How about your dad?

What, the great entertainer?
He was a full-time pisshead.

Look, Andrea, I just, I just,
I wanted to introduce myself

and just to begin to explain
our role in the process.

Thank you for coming to see me.

I'm very grateful.

There you go, love. Thank you.
Cheers, darling.

Damian?

No, Dhillon's at home, still in bed,
obviously. Talitha?

You must be joking.

Of course I'll talk to him.

Thanks, Meera, I appreciate it.

I'll see you at the next
Select Committee.

Try and turn up this time.

Talitha and Dhillon are close.

They knew each other from school.

The one she got chucked out of?

No, that was Roedean.

So...

..what do you reckon? Malicious
communication -

it's a bit of an odd one.

It suggests that they're chancing
their arm a bit.

They'll only get an extension
if they're contemplating

a murder charge.

Talitha...

I mean, she's a lot of things,
but...

Anyway, we've activated
Mr Reeves. Great.

Brian can find a leak in
a nuclear sub.

Duty solicitor is a Ms Cleo Roberts.

Well, pat her on the head and
send her straight back to
the high street.

I would certainly hope so.

The commies and the nimbys
are going nuts about me being

invited onto the new
planning taskforce.

They're going to love this.

Thank you.

Cleo.

Hi, James.

You all right?

Yes.

I thought you were in Durham.

Yeah, I was, but then I came back,
you know? Oh.

Cleo, mate!

Troy Manners!

Good to see you're still picking up
the air miles. Yeah.

Frequent flyer.

I hope you have representation.

No comment.

Here, they try and pin this shit
on me, I'm coming for my best girl,
you know that?

Come on, let's keep it moving.

You're on the Talitha Campbell case,
right?

Yes.
How did you...?

DI Cassidy told me.

Wait, Troy is not involved in this?

I can't comment, Cleo.

No.

Of course not.

You never could.

The porridge was shit, by the way.
I'll pass that on to the chef.

Thanks.

Do you know any drug dealers?
Might do, what are you after?

I'm a student,

of course I know drug dealers.
Been in touch with any recently?

Not recently, no.

The police are holding a drug
dealer called Troy Manners.

I don't know anyone of that name.

Sure?

Positive.

Your father's arrived, Talitha.

You fucking told him.

Please don't swear at me. Did you?

No, of course not.

Then, make him go away.

Go on, what are you waiting for?

You're still getting paid,
even if you are on legal aid.

OK, Talitha - last warning.

Watch your mouth.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I'm just really tired now.

Please make him go away.

And if he's brought Seb Harding
with him,

tell him to fuck off times ten.

Thanks.

Sir Damian Campbell? Please,
just Damian. I'm Cleo Roberts,

the duty solicitor assigned
to Talitha's case.

It's so good to meet you and
thank you so much for everything

you've done for Talitha so far.

May I introduce Seb Harding,
who's my lawyer?

Nice to meet you.

Talitha has asked me not to tell you
any of the details of her case.

I've got a pretty good idea
what's going on.

OK, Chloe, with all due respect,
I'm sure you've done

a great job so far...

It's Cleo. And Talitha has also been
very specific that you are not

to be involved in any way.

Please excuse Seb. He can't remember
my name most of the time!

And if you would be so good
as to give me some contact details?

Of course.

She's OK, by the way.

Good to hear.

Better get back in there.

I thought we would... Talitha won't
budge until she's scared enough.

Let's go get a coffee.

Right.

Who's Lady Tease?

No comment.

Is it Talitha Campbell?

No comment.

You ever met Talitha Campbell?

No comment.

Etc, etc.

Is Lady Tease Talitha?

That's how he stores her number
in his phone.

And we've got him at the ball
and calling her.

Then three days later, we've got
him meeting Talitha in the pub,

and receiving an envelope from her.

And there's footage.

We have the pub
under surveillance as part

of a drugs operation.

And you think she's paying him
for the hit?

Look, if Talitha commissioned
an attack on Hannah, he fits

the bill perfectly.

He's a drug dealer, so he can
present an alternative explanation

for all of the things
that you've just mentioned.

Maybe he was just at the ball
dealing drugs to Talitha,

and the envelope's connected
to that. Here we go. Yeah.

So the thing you guys seem to forget
is, I actually want a conviction

as badly as you do.

That's why I don't want to hit
a jury with evidence that comes

with a big old ribbon marked
"reasonable doubt".

Let's just see what Talitha
has got to say about it all.

Troy's DNA anywhere
in Hannah's room,

that'd be the real kicker.

Yeah, we're working on it. Let them
know we're ready for Talitha again.

Yes, boss.

How's Cressy taking it? Took to her
bed with a bottle of Black Cow,

a couple of benzos.

Well, that's Cressy.

Oh, good.

We're booked into Wessex House
for the night.

Ooh, shame I didn't bring
my trunks.

Brian. Hey, Damo. What you got
on Cleo Roberts?

What about her involvement in this
Hargreaves case? Whistle-blower.

She was part of a prosecution team
handling a big gangland case

that involved a lot
of undercover work.

But the digital disclosure
was all over the shop,

and she grassed up her own team.
Case abandoned and judge slapped

everybody about - her name was mud.

Then she switched sides
and teamed up with her old buddy,

Heidi McKinnon, putting the scum
back on the streets, mainly

low-level dealers, assaults.
Minimum-wage stuff.

Bottom line there, brassic.

Keep me updated.

Who do you buy your drugs from,
Talitha?

Obviously, that is a wholly
inappropriate question you do not

need to answer.

I'll rephrase it.

Do you ever buy drugs?

Sorry, I must have missed the part
where my client was cautioned
over...

I don't need to.

Men are always pestering me
to take them, for reasons

that are completely beyond me.

Do you know a man called
Troy Manners?

No.

Well, that's a lie, isn't it?

No.

Take a look at this, would you?

Do you know him?

Of course you do.

That's Troy at the ball.

Trusty mobile in hand.

A mobile on which you exchanged
several texts.

See, we've had this pub
under surveillance for a while.

That's you...and Troy.

Three days after Hannah disappeared.

You hand him an envelope.

No comment.

Flip-flopping again!

I can't believe your solicitor
hasn't warned you about that
as a look.

Interview terminated.

What, what's happening?

Charge me with something or let me
go, it's nearly 24 hours.

I know my rights.

Unless I ask for an extension,
which under the circumstances,

I will certainly get.

What circumstances?

Talitha... Talitha Campbell, you are
now being arrested on suspicion

of murder.

Caution her, please, Andy,
then meet me at the car.

Talitha Campbell, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence...

La la la la la la la la la...

..something you later rely
on court.

Anything you do say may be given
in evidence.

Do you understand?

La la la la la la.

Talitha, take it easy.
OK? Take it easy.

Take it easy. Talitha...

♪ There's no need to worry if you
fall on your faces, no disgrace... ♪

Talitha, stop. Stop it.

La la la la...

Why did you not tell me about Troy?

Because I'm not going to admit
to knowing a drug dealer
in a police station.

And we usually refer to him
as Monies.

What's your problem
with Seb Harding?

He's a bit too close to my mother,
if you know what I mean.

And yet your father...?

Yes, but that's my dad. Not giving
a shit is the ultimate curse, right?

What happens now?

Now, I imagine there'll be a hiatus
while they carry out

the formal identification.

Autopsy, DNA tests, etc.

So they have to release me.

No, they will release you on
the malicious communication

charge, but reset on the murder
charge, which means an additional

36 hours with the permission
of the Super,

which they are sure to get.

Wait, what?
I'm meant to be going to Paris.

No, a friend's got
a gallery opening.

They think you paid somebody
to murder Hannah.

You do understand that, right?

Sure.

But it's bollocks.

Also, innocent until proven guilty.

Yes, that is exactly
what they're trying to do.

Butch up, Cleo. If you do an OK job
here, maybe I'll keep you on

to sue their arses.

Talitha has been arrested.

Her dad called me,
he's very worried.

The only thing he worries about
is share prices.

Why do you think they've arrested
Talitha?

I honestly don't know.

I've been trying to call her,
but she hasn't answered.

So... I guess we know why, now.
It really wouldn't surprise me

if she had something to do
with this. That's stupid.

She might be a bit nuts,
but she's not a murderer.

Do you know anything, Dhillon?

Because if you do, you must
tell the police.

Of course I don't know anything.

What would I know?

I just thought she must
have gone off somewhere.

I can't believe it.

I hope you don't know anything,
because every time Talitha got

into trouble at school,
you became involved in some way.

Well, I'm not.

I don't believe Talitha
has anything to do with it, either.

Thanks.

What kind of text? Urgent-sounding.

"Call me", mainly. He sent
quite a flurry to

Talitha's phone yesterday.
Who is he?

He's the housemate, Dhillon Harwood.

He's gone back to the family
home in London,

now that term's over.

You know who his mum is, right?

Oh, yeah.

Look, don't tell the CPS
anything about this.

He's going to find out. And about
the activity on the bank account

after the disappearance.

Of course we're going to tell him -
just one thing at a time,
all right?

Let's get the identification over
with first, then we'll see
what's what.

Right? Yeah.

Think they'll charge?
Wait for the autopsy, I imagine.

Lady Tease pays Monies to murder
Cinderella - press are going

to like it.

How do you like it? Troy Manners?

Anything's possible, I suppose,
but I don't see it.

Yeah, but what about her?

Thanks so much.

Excuse me, sir.

What's going on with Talitha?
I'm sorry,

I did say. It's OK, Jill.
It's OK.

I can't discuss that with you,
I'm afraid, Mr Campbell.

Lawyer-client confidentiality.

Rising Star! 2015.

And diversity as well.

We all approve of that, don't we?

Erm, no, actually,
not in my experience.

So you were meant for greater things
than a provincial high street once,

weren't you, Cleo?
No offence, Heidi -

I assume you're the McKinnon...?
Yeah. Thought so.

Till you stubbed your toe
on that unfortunate Hargreaves case.

I know a thing or two about
snakes and ladders.

I'm sure you do.

And I can be either.

Really, I don't have a preference.
As long as you get your way.

Precisely. Get my daughter
to talk to me,

let me help her, and then it will be
to everybody's advantage.

All right.

Hey. What's the latest?

The pathology report's in. It looks
like she was gagged with the same

item that was then used
to strangle her.

Gagged? Yeah, she's got green
fibres in her mouth and also

under her fingernails, where
she tried to release the pressure

on her neck.
Fractured hyoid.

Green fibres.

Silk, possibly a scarf
of some sort,

they reckon. A scarf?
Uh-huh.

So she was gagged and strangled
with a green scarf?

There's a bloody screw missing.

Laura, there's a bloody
screw missing!

Ach, Laura, does it even need
all the screws in it, anyway?

Absolutely not,
It's only got a baby in it.

Will you just see who that is?
Don't answer if it's my dad,

I'll be on all night.

DI Cassidy.

They put her in a sleeping bag,
and they placed a kettlebell

in a rucksack to weigh her down.

Then they dumped her in
the wheelie bin, but there's more.

There.

There it is.

What more do you want?

It was her, James.

She's wearing the fucking
murder weapon.