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FAINT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

He cheated on you,
and he's getting...

THEY LAUGH

He's actually lighting it.

CHATTER CONTINUES

What is that?

Is there a guy in there?

FAINT: What do we do?

Is he asleep? I can't tell.

Guys.

WHISPERS: He's coming.

He's coming.

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A day trip to Kent,
always a pleasure.

Maybe our new boss wants
the office to himself?

Does Dartford count as Kent?

Dartford counts as the M20.

The main people-trafficking
route from Dover to London.

And holder of the record for
the world's longest traffic jam.

DI Sarah Torres.

Welcome to The
Garden of England.

OK.

Saliva.

Expirated blood.

Hey, there's a gun.

Don't kill them!

Safe.

Serial number's been filed.

Bloated, skin slippage.

Marbling.

He's been here a good few days.

Looks like he's had an
explosive bleed from the mouth.

Either he's vomited it up
from a ruptured blood vessel

in the upper gut,

or he's coughed it
up from the airways.

They were trying to get out.

Anything from the door handles?

There's too much detritus
to get any clean results.

Any word on who owns the lorry?

No signage.

The licence plate's stolen.

VIN number and
chassis plate removed.

We're checking the usual -
booking info, GPS and CCTV

from the Ports of
Dover and Calais.

We've informed Interpol.

Any survivors? Two
women, one man.

One of the women had an accent,
possibly Eastern European.

Spoken to them yet?

They're in ICU, kidney failure
from dehydration and all sorts.

It's touch and go, apparently.

Jack.

Poor bastards.

There's a small cut here.

Could be a deeper stab wound.

There's something
in her right hand.

It's a St Christopher.

Chain's snapped.

Lips are cracked, tongue is dry.

She looks critically dehydrated.

There's minimal rigor
mortis in the muscles

of her fingers and lower jaw.

She died recently?

Probably in the last few hours.

She's still warm to the touch.

Not much rain recently in the
Garden of England, I'm afraid.

Ground's completely solid.

Guessing there's not much
chance in finding tracks.

Hopefully the
environmental forensics

can tell us where the
vehicle came from.

Not the sort of place you park
up to do happy things, is it?

No.

Cattle get treated better.

So what's your guess?
Sex trafficking?

The age of the victims,
it fits the profile.

Or they were refugees, possibly.

Well, she's flaccid
and cold to the touch.

She died at least 48 hours ago.

OK.

So, she's the stabber?

I don't think so.

It tends to be difficult to stab
someone if you're already dead.

Your son has a good chance
of receiving a new heart

when a donated organ
becomes available, Mrs Shaw.

He fulfils many of the criteria
- a strong case for surgery,

prospective quality and prolongation
of life, a suitable tissue match.

She was admitted last week.

They think she came from abroad,
but no parents around apparently.

They say she's being
made a Ward of Court.

Oh.

Oh?

As a Ward of Court her legal
guardian is now the High Court,

so even if she's a foreign
national she'll go into Group One,

treated as a UK
resident like Tommy.

Don't worry, Mrs Shaw.

The charity will be here
to help, no matter what.

So, what have we got?

Body One, male,
white, middle-aged.

Has either coughed or
vomited up a significant

amount of blood at
the scene. Mm-hm.

Currently unidentified.

Body Two?

White female.

Bruising to her face.

ID'd as Natia
Beridze, 28, Georgian,

living and working in the
UK but outstayed her visa.

She underwent Administrative
Removal last December.

That's an attractive
term, isn't it? Mm.

So what? She tries to come
back six months later?

Hmm. Torres is looking in
to her last known address.

We'll know more soon.

Body Three, white, female.

From examination
of dental X-rays,

she seems to be in her
late teens, early 20s.

Appears to have a
single stab wound.

No ID. Plus three survivors.

But identities unknown,
currently in the ICU.

It's a bit of a Gordian
knot, isn't it? Mm-hm.

DNA on the truck's tricky too.

Multiple samples, but they're
all mixed up, basically soup.

DOOR BUZZES

Morning. Morning. How you doing?

Very well, thank you.

Moving in day? Sure is.

Morning. Morning.

I've asked maintenance to fit
some extra sockets in your office.

Oh great, with some
USB ports, please.

So the Kent case.

Looks like people trafficking.

Three bodies
including a stabbing.

The police think the victims
came from Eastern Europe.

I can manage the PMs if you
want to get your office set up?

I've a few first day emails, but
I'd love to come and observe.

He's just through here.

The lad is pretty poorly,

the doctors think he may have
underlying health issues.

But the other two are doing OK.

As you can see neither of them are
intubated, which is a good sign.

And, uh, this is
your last survivor.

What happened in
that truck, lady?

What's that?

An incision that's been sutured.

It looks as if there's tunnelling
above it, see, here, under the skin.

It could be from a Hickman line.

A Hickman line?

It's a tube that
delivers chemotherapy.

If toxicology confirms it, it
could help narrow down an ID.

Let's have a look at the X-rays.

Hmm.

A left supracondylar
humeral fracture,

which, from early
callus formation,

looks like it has been there
for at least a couple of weeks.

Possibly the result of
chemotherapy weakening the bones.

Possibly?

I need a closer look.

There's bruising and some
damage to the median nerve.

How would that affect him?

Worst case scenario,

loss of sensation and key
movements of the hand and wrist.

He was the driver, right? Mm.

It could have
affected his driving,

but still hard to
tell for certain.

Can you photograph?

Right.

The torrential haemorrhage
that killed him

was caused by
oesophageal cancer.

Which the tumour then eroded into,
causing a catastrophic bleed.

Definitely not a fun way to go.

We found something
in this one's pocket.

Any idea what language it is?

Sorry. I think you'll have to
phone a friend on that one.

Body Two, Natia Beridze.

A well healed Pfannenstiel scar,

either from a C-section
or a hysterectomy.

There's green discoloration
in the right iliac fossa.

So she's been dead
for two to three days.

Assuming we confirm that the
woman with the St Christopher

died more recently,

Natia here definitely
wasn't her killer.

So who was?

It must be one of the
three at the hospital.

Jack's testing
the knife for DNA.

I think someone placed
it in Natia's hand.

A tattoo of the number
three on her right forearm.

What's that bruising?

Upper anterior
chest, right side.

There's also bruising
on left zygomatic arch,

consistent with punching.

And before you ask,

I can't say yet whether the assault
was severe enough to be fatal.

Well, that was quick.

What do you have so far?

Questions.

Right, Velvy?

The heart is enlarged.

Tox screen needed.

If the heart is
enlarged due to illness,

then could whatever caused
the bruising have killed her?

Nice idea, Velvy, but too
speculative for prosecution counsel.

I did a case a few years ago, a
woman with Takotsubo syndrome.

She was assaulted
during a robbery

and died from sudden heart
failure eight hours later.

I concluded that death was
due to stress cardiomyopathy.

Her assailants were
convicted of manslaughter.

There were four other
people locked inside

the back of the
lorry with her, so...

It's still just a theory.

Let's find the evidence.

DISTANCED SHOUTING

BARKING

KNOCKING

Excuse me.

I'm not illegal. I'm
an asylum seeker.

No, it's all right.
You're not in trouble.

Do you know her?

Natia Beridze.

No. A Georgian woman who
lived next door to you

before she went back to
Tbilisi last December.

No.

Your next door neighbour?

It's London.

We sure do spoil them, don't we?

Body Three, noted to be
recently deceased at the scene.

Velvy, can you
photograph, please?

What are you looking for?

There's something
odd about the cornea.

It's in this one too.

There's bruising and a laceration
on the knuckles of the right hand,

which could be
offensive injuries.

So she could have
been the aggressor,

who was then stabbed
in self-defence?

Careful, Velvy, Gabriel's here.

He doesn't like
stories before data.

These injuries could
equally be consistent

with hitting the walls
or doors of the lorry.

Are you all right?

You haven't said anything
for at least five minutes.

All people want is a safe place
to live and a half-decent job.

It seems pretty unfair that they
have to travel so far to find it.

What did she leave
behind, do you think?

Her clothes were brands
sold all over Europe.

We're doing pollen
and hair analysis.

We should have a more exact idea
of where she comes from soon.

It looks like
someone's... kissed it.

Perhaps Jack could
try a lip mark test.

If you kiss a saint,
does it bring good luck?

Clearly not.

What are they?

Corneal incisions
around the pupils.

Made by what?

Not sure.

I'm looking into the
ophthalmology now.

I've made some progress
on Natia's tattoo.

I don't think it's
the number three.

I think it's Kartvelian script.

Kart what?

The Georgian alphabet.

It's the letter "P".

Did you find a match to the
lip mark on the St Christopher?

I did. It's the
unidentified female.

She kissed it before she died.

Her PM showed the stab
wound punctured her liver.

Cause of death was a
catastrophic internal bleed.

Anything on the knife yet?

No prints or DNA.

Whoever planted it on
Natia knew to wipe it.

But I did discover traces
of powder in the tin

we found in the
back of the lorry.

Results should be
in by tomorrow.

What's that?

Organ visualisation software.

Eye-catching.

I've created a model of
the young woman's eye,

which is being
cross-referenced against photos

of surgical scars from
the academic database.

PHONE VIBRATES That'll
be the mud guy.

Excuse me.

I've been comparing
the images I took,

but I can't seem to find
anything in the literature.

Radial Keratotomy Surgery.

Sorry?

Known by the abbreviation RK.

A diamond knife is used to
make deep corneal incisions,

leaving spoke-like scars.

Hardly anyone does it any
more now there's Lasik.

Great. Hopefully the fact
it's an outdated procedure

will help narrow things down.

CHATTER

Well done, Ketevan.

You're the first
one out of the ICU.

Do we have a briefing scheduled?

Why am I here, you mean?

Although, when you think about
it, why are any of us here?

You sound like Velvy.
Is that the young guy?

I like him. He's as
depressing as I am.

The hospital found this
in Survivor Two's coat.

It's Georgian. "Good luck,
Ketevan, from Grandad."

Georgia?

The same country Natia's from?

Georgia is a high origin
country for human trafficking.

We have a cause of death
for the unidentified female.

She did die of a stab wound to the
liver, several days after Natia.

As for Natia, we found evidence
consistent with dehydration,

but we also found evidence of
assault and a heart condition.

So we can't rule out violence
yet as the cause of death.

That's a lot of bloodshed
in the back of one lorry.

The five of them were in
there for up to four days.

I imagine tempers got frayed.

Maybe the man in the
back wasn't a refugee.

Maybe he was the muscle.

It's not unheard of for them
to put an enforcer onboard,

tasked with keeping the women
quiet as they cross borders.

I'm not sure they crossed
any borders, you know.

Why's that?

There is no evidence of
environmental factors

relating to Georgia or even
France anywhere on the lorry.

No Olea Europaea pollen, no
fragments of mantis religiosa,

both of which you'd
expect on a vehicle

that had driven across Europe.

In fact, the mud from the
tyres contained a combination

of insects that indicates
the UK is the only place

the lorry has been recently.

Jesus.

So, what?

They weren't being
trafficked into the UK?

I think they were
being trafficked out.

Does that happen?

Sadly, the UK is becoming an
origin country for trafficking.

The pandemic didn't help.

A million young people
went off the radar

when youth services
closed or moved online.

Gangs take vulnerable kids out of
the country, to Holland, Germany.

But at least two of the
victims weren't even British,

they were Georgian.

So who were these people?

The ones we failed.

So, the mortuary's big
enough for both of you?

Actually, I enjoyed
Gabriel's company.

He comes at things
from a different angle.

You've changed your tune.

They say it's our contradictions
that make us fascinating.

Ah.

What is it?

Velvy's traced all UK
clinics still offering RK.

And it looks like we have
an ID for Body Three.

Maeve Tooney, 20.

Hmm.

How did she die?

Maeve died from a single stab
wound to the abdomen, Mrs Tooney.

She's always been headstrong, but
after her brother disappeared...

Your son?

Yeah, Robbie.

He got sucked into trouble.

Bad people, drugs.

I've lost him.

Lost him?

He started living at
this house with them.

About a month ago, I saw him on
the street, I called out to him,

but they took him away,

to sell their poison.

I haven't seen him
since. He's 16.

Do the police know? Mm.

I were down at the police station
every day, pulling my hair out.

"We're sorry, Mrs Tooney,
we'll keep an eye out."

They'd only just lost
their dad last year.

Maeve...

My bright star.

She was always fine, but Robbie
needed his dad, you know.

He was an easy
target for that gang.

He'd do anything if you
said you'd be his friend.

When did you last see Maeve?

Um...

Two weeks ago, we'd had an argument.
Just usual mother-daughter crap.

I thought she was
staying with friends,

but when I asked,
nobody'd seen her.

Did you report her missing?

Course I did.

But "resources".

She was holding this
when we found her.

That's Robbie's.

His first communion.
How did she get that?

I'm sorry, Mrs
Tooney, it's evidence.

Well, how come she
had it? I don't know.

Where's she been all this time?

Has somebody been
looking after her, or...?

The police are investigating.

They'd like to come
round to your house.

The police are not
setting foot in my house.

I begged them for help,
and they did nothing.

But if we want to learn how
Maeve came to be on the lorry,

then the police need to
be able to do their job.

I'll do it if you're there.

FAINT SHOUTING

Tell them to take
their bloody shoes off.

Had to get rid of the telly.

Eye surgery don't come cheap.

Anything for your
kids though, eh?

Can I get you a cup
of tea, Dr Alexander?

Oh, I'd love one,
Mrs Tooney. Thanks.

Maeve's room upstairs?

Yeah.

Big sis was his protector.

But from what?

INAUDIBLE

I remember where I used
to hide my secrets.

What sort of
secrets, Mr Hodgson?

A lifelong love of Linfield FC

and an addiction to
ultra-strong liquorice.

Yeah, right.

I used to hide Sweet
Valley High books

and lemon sherbets under my bed.

I left Sweet Valley behind, but
I'm still a sucker for sherbets.

Right.

She had a mother who loved her.

How'd she end up on that lorry?

Her dad died, her brother
got in with a shit crowd.

She was angry, vulnerable.

Find anything?

What have you got?

Cannabis resin?

Oh, what is that?

Mm. Something sweet and sickly.

It's pungent.

It's a strain called Vanilla
Kush, comes from Afghanistan.

Knowledge gleaned in a professional
capacity, of course. Mm-hm.

I think I know where
she might have got it,

a trap house not far from here.

I'll check it out.

Look at this.

That's not Maeve's
handwriting. Mm.

Then whose is it?

Thanks, Mrs Tooney.

I'll get you answers about
your children, Mrs Tooney.

That's a promise.

I've two teens myself.

They drive me nuts, but
I'd die if I lost them.

We have an ID on
the male survivor.

He's on the PNC.

William Sturton, 19,
low level drug dealer.

His current address is a
youth probation hostel.

Looks like he was involved
with the trafficking.

Jack, you OK to
come with me? Mm-hm.

Typically we're a sort of
halfway house for young offenders

just out of prison.

But Will was never in prison.

No, but he's got a criminal record
a mile long, little bastard.

Drugs, shoplifting, theft.

Really, between us, he was dumped
here when he got too old for care.

We need to search Will's room.

Yeah.

What's a typical day for Will?

Sleep till noon, then
head out to sell drugs.

He's meant to be supervised.

He is, yeah, and under curfew,

but how am I meant to enforce
it when we're a skeleton staff

and half my team are
signed off with stress?

I assume this is how
he left the room?

Well, we didn't come in
to stage a dirty protest.

Looks like he left in a hurry.

Which is exactly what I told the
police when I reported him missing.

I walked in, he was coming
off the phone to someone...

Yeah.

Sounded serious. Yeah.

Right, I'm on my way.

He rummaged through that pad,

found a piece of paper and
bolted straight past me.

I'll need to take this.

Any idea who called him?

I have 27 boys here, I don't
know their social diaries.

Do you know who
Will sold drugs for?

HE SCOFFS

He'd never tell me.

Besides, there's a
dozen gangs around here,

it's one of our finest
exports. You must know that.

So he was low-level,
just a runner?

Will was basically
a snotty little kid,

as scared and angry
as the rest of them.

He was being used.
It's what they do.

What are you doing?

Not sure yet.

Looks like he was
hiding a laptop.

Any idea what we'll find on it?

He's a 19-year-old
boy. What do you think?

CAR LOCK BEEPS

Oi.

What happened to this place?

I don't know.

It was a trap house, you
know that and I know that.

When did they pack up and leave?

I don't know.

SHE SIGHS

Ever seen her hanging out,

buying Vanilla Kush?

No.

What about him?

How do you know him?
I never said I did.

Oi.

Wait. Wait a minute!

LABOURED BREATHING

OK, just deep breaths.

Deep breaths.

OK. It's OK. It's OK.

We found a fingerprint on the
Post-it note from Maeve's wall.

It matches William
Sturton, the male survivor.

So maybe it was
Will's phone number?

I went to a trap house that Maeve
most likely bought the drugs from.

It was abandoned, but there
was a kid hanging around

who recognised Will's picture.

He was scared, but not of Will.

So if Maeve had his number and
she got on that lorry with him,

it has to be the connection.

He befriended her, groomed her.

Maybe that's his
role in all this.

INAUDIBLE

I'm looking for my brother.

I can help you.

Any luck with the laptop you
found hidden in Will's room?

Did you get into the hard drive?

It's encrypted, but
we're working on it.

May I take a look?
Knock yourself out.

Maybe Will wanted to get
out of the country too,

to escape the county lines gang?

I'm thinking of going back to
the quarry, have another look.

The Georgian female, Ketevan, is
well enough to be interviewed.

I'll see if she can tell
us anything about Will.

IN GEORGIAN: Hello, Ketevan.

IN ENGLISH: I found this
lot at a shop near me.

Gozinaki.

Traditional Georgian
biscuits, right?

Can you write down
what happened...

..in the truck?

We're just trying to
help you, Ketevan.

SHE BREATHES ERRATICALLY

You're safe.

It's all right. She's stressed.

I'm sorry, given her condition,
this will have to wait.

There's a degree of hypertrophic
change with some patchy scarring.

Natia suffered from
cardiomyopathy.

Would she have known she had it?

Possibly. Any symptoms?

Breathlessness, swelling of
the legs, ankles and feet,

rapid heartbeat,
chest discomfort.

But there was no medication
on her or in the lorry.

What about the tin you found?

Jack said there were
traces of powder in it.

Oh, yes.

Captopril.

It's an ACE inhibitor.

There's no record
of a prescription.

Well, she wasn't meant
to be in the country,

she probably used
an online pharmacy.

Well, thank God
for the internet.

I'm not sure God has much to
do with the internet, Velvy.

I don't know. It's a
gateway to the soul.

And to food I
never knew existed.

Careful, too many 10pm
Curry King deliveries,

and you'll be buying
yourself a new wardrobe.

No, I won't.

Because, thanks to the internet,
I've also signed myself up

for four different
exercise classes.

Who knew spinning was a thing?

So you're finding new friends?

Friends?

The spin class is full of heavy
metal fans, it's all we listen to.

They are pretty
friendly, though.

Maybe friendship creeps up on
you when you're not looking.

So, if Natia ran out of ACE
inhibitors on the lorry,

then death could have occurred
through fatal arrhythmogenesis.

The stress of the assault
could have triggered

a fatal cardiac arrhythmia.

PHONE: Jack, where are you?

I'm back at the quarry,
but nothing so far.

OK. Well, Torres has got CCTV
of the truck on the motorway.

I'll let you know what we find.

OK, great. Call me back.

Right. Here's our lorry.

Take a look at this blue car.

The only other footage
is from eight miles away.

Lorry.

Blue car.

Then both vehicles disappear

not far from where
the lorry was found.

So someone was
following the lorry. Mm.

Any ID on the car? Not yet.

The footage is
pretty poor quality.

The reg plate is indecipherable.
We're working on an enhancement.

You're safe now, love.

There's a police officer
coming to talk to you.

Oh, could you hold
on just one minute?

I doubt you'll have
much luck either,

unless you've got major
Derren Brown skills.

Your DS has been trying
to question the two women.

Hasn't got a word out
of either of them.

What, nothing? I say keep at it
until you get the evil bastards.

But the consultants say that's
enough questioning for today.

Oi!

What are you doing here?

Who are you working for?

Who sent you?

You stupid prick!

Three people died in that truck!

Bollocks.

I found this reflective plate
at the bottom of the quarry.

There's one missing on our
lorry. This could be it.

Hello?

There's a faint shoe print.

Could belong to whoever
was in the blue car.

Ah!

What was that?

Cara? She scared
the life out of me.

What...

I thought someone was dying! I
thought someone was breaking in.

He thought someone was dying. She
thought someone was breaking in.

THEY LAUGH

She's my niece.

Oh.

Hi.

Criminology?

She wants to study criminology.

Oh, God.

Me?

Nikki, can you bring in the deceased
shoe prints on my desk, please?

Thanks.

That looks like a match to me.

Marcus Tilman, the driver.

No surprise there.

At least it proves he stepped
out of the lorry at the quarry.

This is driving me mad.

In his postmortem, I found
an incision that could've

been from a Hickman line.

I think he'd had chemo
for oesophageal cancer.

A side-effect of chemotherapy
can be weakening of the bones.

It explains the left
supracondylar humeral fracture

that I also found
during his postmortem.

The fracture damaged
his median nerve.

I assumed that it had caused
minimal loss of function,

but what if he'd suffered
almost total motor loss?

So he might not have been able to
drive a seven and a half ton lorry?

Not like we saw in the CCTV.

If he wasn't the driver...

..who was?

Hey!

Hey!

Stop! Get security!

I've reason to believe
that William Sturton

is the woman's trafficker.

He needs to be placed
in a police secure room

nowhere near the victims.

He's gone.

What?

When? Just now.

Our security are after him.

Tell them to contain,
not apprehend.

Well, he won't survive for
long without medical care.

He's got kidney failure!

Well, we'd better get
him back then, hadn't we?

DI Torres, I need urgent assistance
at the Royal Byfield hospital.

William Sturton, 19-year-old
male, has absconded.

SIRENS APPROACH

He headed back there. He's
got maybe ten minutes on us.

Clear!

Will?

Will?

CLATTERING

Ah!

Shit.

It's all right. It's all right.

I'm police.

You're safe.

Please, let me go.

You need medical
help. You're sick!

Help!

Ugh!

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