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Everything's fine, Els, I promise.
Please don't worry.

My feeling is that we both need
a bit of time apart.

Who is she?
It didn't mean anything. It's over.

The bullet passed through
the left lung, exiting here.

If we find the bullet
that killed her,

NABIS could even link us
to a known offender.

Key information
should really come to me first.

When you're in the office, I'll make
sure they bring you stuff first.

I've decided
I wanted shared custody now.

I'm not thinking
I should have a termination.

Does that completely horrify you?

Taking advantage
of a woman's inability to say "no"

because she's too drunk
is not bloody funny.

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of robbery and GBH.

What are you talking about?!

I am sorry.

So I'm giving you one last chance.

Our victim is also our thief.

Her name is Precious Falade.
We're looking for a next of kin.

That would be her son or her mother.

We found a body in a house
in Hammersmith,

and we believe that
it's your daughter.

No!

You don't recall
ever visiting her there? No.

It told us what we needed.
Which is what?

That she was lying.

'All We Do' by Oh Wonder

♪ All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is
All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is lie in wait

♪ All we do is
All we do is lie in wait

♪ I've been upside down

♪ I don't want to be
The right way round

♪ Can't find paradise
On the ground. ♪

I've told you before,
I'm not buying you Coco Hoops.

But why not?
Cos they're not good for you.

They are, Mum. Honestly, I promise.

They're not good for me, then.
Right, coats, bags.

There you are.

'Sorry, work's been mad.'

Have you spoken to Mum?
Did she tell you what happened?

Yeah, listen,
what time do you finish work?

Can I come meet you?
Yeah, er... maybe six?

But, look,
I can't guarantee anything.

I'm right in the middle of a...

'What about that place
we went to before we saw Dolly?'

Er, sure, but..
'I'm running into a meet.'

I'll see you at six?
Debs...

Sunny?

"Bye, then."
I... um...

Miles away. Have a lovely day.

Erm, we'll talk later tonight, yeah?

Sure.
Er... Erm, sorry.

I've got to take this.
I'll be back home early.

OK? Love you.

Thomas, the plasterboard,
what have you got for me?

The loneliness, the inequality,

the hostility
at the time I was there.

It wears you down, man.

And down, and down.

Till you become someone
who isn't you.

Someone you don't even like.

But apart from that...

OK, so her friends, her family,
any criminal associates.

Where did she live?
If she worked, where did she work?

Basically,
the more we know about her,

the more chance we have
of working out how she died.

So, Murray, let's see
if she had a bank account,

ditto mobile phone.

I want to know
when everything stopped -

her last phone call,
last bank transaction.

Both could help determine
date of death. Ma'am.

Er, any update on the C&C check
on the house?

Coming later today, apparently.
OK.

Er, so, we have now identified
her mother

and had a preliminary chat with her.

Er, Karen,
anything on Ebele Falade on PNC?

Yeah. Just a bit. Erm...

Multiple arrests.

All apart from one
seem to be alcohol-related.

Two D&D convictions, several thefts,
several community penalties.

But then, back in 1986,
we have an ABH charge

against a doorman
of a City stockbrokers' office.

But here's the thing -
it involved a firearm.

Any details on it?

Trying to see what we can dig up
with the intel team.

And when did the other offences
range from?

Early '80s to 2016.

OK. Erm...

So, we also now know
that she had a grandson,

erm, Precious's son, Joseph.

Did you get anything more from
social services on him, Frances?

Not a lot, Ma'am, erm...

Other than he was born in 1998
in Wales. OK.

Again, quite a criminal record.

Er, we have various theft charges,

lots of drugs -
possession and supply -

and then a gang-related
battery charge

for which he did six months

at Prestwythn Young Offenders
in 2014.

No current address for him.
OK.

Let's go back to social services

and see if we can find him
through them in Wales.

Am I right in thinking
that Precious was transferred

to West London Social Services
at some point?

October 2015.

OK, well, let's speak to them,
see what they can give us.

Again, check in with PNC
and link in with intel.

There's obviously a common thread
growing of drink and violence

which may be germane
to Precious's death.

Mm-hm.
OK. Any more for any more?

Just one more thing, Ma'am.

I did actually test
the rest of the plasterboard...

..and, erm, it is all from the '60s.

There's no modern bit.
Right.

So... how does that work, then,
given that we now know

that our victim is from 2016
at the earliest?

Well, the tech lab
thinks it's been reused

because...

Sorry. Hang on.

Carry on.

Because they've used patches -

bits of, er, scrunched-up newspaper

that were used to fill in the bits
that must have come off,

when it was taken down
from wherever it was originally.

Why would you reuse plasterboard,
though? Costs nothing.

Maybe if you were completely skint?

Maybe if you don't want any trace
that you ever bought it?

I guess.

The more interesting thing, though,

is that the newspaper
has a date on it.

Which means that if it
was patched up when it went up,

then the chimney breast was covered
on the 12th of July 2016.

OK, like that.

Thanks, everyone.

Oh, yeah, just one thing.

Can we lose the "Ma'am", everyone?

Just... "Guv" is fine.

"Guv" it is.

DI Khan.
Sunny, it's Morten at the lab.

We've found blood.

'Lots of blood.'

Showing the suspect exhibit DS1.

It's a debit card
in the name of Sophie Coulson,

found in the kitchen of the suspect.

Do you recognise that?
No comment.

Well, it's not yours, is it?
No comment.

So, how did this lady's card
get there, in your kitchen?

No comment. Did you find it
in the bag you stole from her?

No comment.

How else could it have got there,
then? No comment.

OK. Er, now showing the suspect
exhibit DS2.

This is CCTV footage

of the convenience store
Treasure Corner.

Now... I think that's you there,
fella.

No comment.

Because you've got a tattoo
on your hand

exactly just like this one here,
haven't you? No comment.

I can see it on your hand,
right in front of me now.

No comment.

This is you, isn't it?

Using her card,
stolen ten minutes before,

half a mile away. Yeah?
No comment.

You find this boring?

No comment.
I wonder if you'd find it boring

if I told you
that the woman you mugged

was four months pregnant
and very nearly lost her baby.

Is that boring?

Can I have a cup of tea, man?
Fuckin' parched.

BELE GASPS Oh...

Oh...

The things they do to us.

The way they treat us.

How do they get away with it?
Just...

How are they allowed
to keep doing this?

"They"?

Who did you mean, "they"?

Do you mind?

This is a private moment
with my dead daughter.

Can you... please leave?

Who did you mean?

Who do you think? Hm?

Men.

Cos that's who it'll be. A man.

It's always a man, isn't it?

I'll wait outside.

So, the CPS are happy to charge.

If you're cool, we'll get that done,
and then we put him before the court

in the morning
for a remand application.

And what about bail?
He's not gonna get bail, Keith.

Why?
Why d'you think?

His record, the crime,
his total lack of any remorse.

He actually is remorseful.
He just struggles to show it.

Yeah, well, maybe he can take
some acting classes inside, then.

Funny

Look, I know you're only doing
your job, but, really?

You wanna fight for a bloke
like that?

And I know you're only doing
your job, but, yeah, I do, Phil.

You have literally zero idea
of his story.

Yeah, well,
I don't care about his story.

I care about the woman who nearly
lost her child because of him.

But, hey, go for it, mate.

Apply for bail,
and we'll turn it down.

So, 13, 14, 15 and 16,
which were here to here.

Is this the amount of pooling
you'd expect from a gunshot wound?

Under a prone body, yes.

We also found evidence of smearing
between here and the fireplace.

Had anyone made any attempt
to clean it up?

Think so, yes.

Because we found traces
of cleaning materials,

but the blood had soaked
deep into the wood,

so whoever tried to get rid of it,

they just wiped away
the surface blood.

Can we test for DNA?
Have we got enough material?

Absolutely. We're doing comparison
tests with the victim right now.

Apologies.
No worries.

Guv.

Ebele Falade has agreed to come in
for a chat.

OK, wow, so soon.

You couldn't get enough
of her yesterday.

'We'll be back at the nick
in about 20,

'if you care to join me.'

20%?
Yes.

Babe, we were struggling to find
a 10% deposit.

I know, but... if we want a baby,
we'll need a bigger place, won't we?

So... we'll just need
to tighten our belts, won't we?

So, you must think it very strange,
my turning up like this.

And, er, in many ways,

I'm not entirely sure
why I knocked on your door.

But I just, erm...

I played a game of table tennis
with your son a few days ago.

Er, I saw something in him, a...

..certain fire in his belly.

Reminded me of myself
when I was his age.

Er, and, er, I-I know that life
is tough around here, and...

I guess, I just wanted to ask

if there was anything
I could do for you, Alaya?

A-And Mus. Your family.

Financially, or in any other way.

I studied economics, Lord Hume,
back in Mogadishu.

So I knew who you were even before
Mustafa talked about you.

And I am grateful
for your kind offer, genuinely.

Mm.

But your money's not what we need.
I mean, it might help us...

..but what about our community,

our schools, our hospitals,
our social care?

In fact, all the things your party
de-funded for so many years.

Who sorts those out?

So I am sorry...

..but I suspect money from you

would really be more
for your benefit than ours.

So, we're just trying to get
as much information as possible

about your daughter,

about the sort of life
that she lived...

at the time we think
she might have died.

Do you know yet when she did die?

We're now pretty sure it was between

the 4th of June
and the 12th of July, 2016.

Here.

OK, so, yesterday, when we spoke,
you seemed a little uncertain

about when it was
that you last saw Precious.

You thought possibly in 2014 or '15?

It was actually January 2016.

It was her birthday, the 15th.
I, er, checked an old diary.

And, er,
she'd gone back down from Wales

and was living in emergency
accommodation in Shepherd's Bush.

OK, so she was homeless?

Yes.
She never lived with you?

Hm... She had at various points
in the past,

but it was too difficult,
with her... issues.

And the last time that you saw her,
her son was with her at that point?

No, he'd stayed up in Wales.
OK.

And, er,
did you ever visit her there?

Once, many years ago.

OK, why just once?

Because of them.

"Them"?
Yeah.

The cult.

"The cult"?

When she was 15,
she was abducted by a cult.

They recruited members in London,

and they found her
bunking off school

in a park in Ealing.

And, yeah,
they just brainwashed her.

Which cult was this?

The Family Of Blessed Light,
they called themselves.

Did you ever report this
to the police?

No. She said
she wanted to go with them.

Sorry, you...
you said she was "abducted".

Right, well, that's what she said...

..a decade later
when it was suddenly all my fault.

But, at the time,
she said she wanted to go.

When she was 15?

She was a very strong-willed
young woman,

very difficult to control,

endlessly suspended
and expelled from many schools.

In the end, I thought
it might actually be good for her.

Hard work in a remote farm,
out of London.

So, this was when...
when she first moved to Wales?

Mm. And I should also say

that she was pregnant at this point.

Er... By who?

She didn't say specifically,

but I think it was by him,
the leader...

David Bell.

He... was 42 when he met Precious.

And how long
did she live in Wales for?

On and off for about ten
or 15 years.

She'd sporadically get tired of it

and move back to London
for a year or two, and...

be unable to find work,
or a place to live, erm...

So she'd steal or do escort work.

And when that failed,
she'd move back.

And the cycle
was repeated many times.

And she returned to Wales
voluntarily?

How do you mean?

No-one came looking for her,
the boy's father?

Not that I specifically saw,
but he'd call her a lot,

and she was scared of him,
definitely.

So he may well have come down
on occasion.

Year after year, I...

..I tried to help her.

And at a time when I had
my own challenges with alcohol.

All long since sorted.

But eventually,
you have to take care of yourself.

Help yourself, don't you?

So I, erm...

..I cut-cut her off.

So, you cut her off
after that last meeting?

Yeah.

And that would have been
on her birthday?

Yes.

Was she using at this time?

Yes.
Just meth?

Not sure.

Did you know any of her dealers?
No.

And how did her son fit into...
into that life?

Well, he didn't, really.

From what I understood from her,

he was raised between the cult
and care.

And did you ever help her with him?

No.

OK. One last question. Er...

Can I ask you about
your 1986 firearms charge?

I'm sure it's all in your files.

So unless you're gonna arrest me,
I think I've answered enough.

Precious had multiple issues.

Drink and drugs, obviously,
but her primary issue was her FASD.

Foetal alcohol spectrum disorder.

Oh, OK. We didn't know about that.

Huge part of her life.

Arguably the cause
of most of her problems.

Learning difficulties,
problems sustaining relationships,

self-medication,
the fractured relationship

with her mother, obviously.
I mean, the list goes on.

Yeah, her mother didn't mention any
of this to us when we spoke to her.

From what I understood, the mother
refused to accept the diagnosis.

Oh, OK.

And what was her general
relationship with her mother like?

Terrible. They fought all the time.

Ah. Precious carried huge anger
towards her,

which, oddly,
her mother reciprocated.

What was the mother angry about?

The accusation, I guess.

Er, in my professional experience,

I'd say it was displacement
for her own guilt.

At what she'd done to her child?
Yeah.

D'you know if they ever fought
physically?

All the time.

Would you say there was, like,
one aggressor, or was it both or...?

I never had any experience
of Precious being violent.

Again, from what she told me,

the aggression came
entirely from Ebele.

So, what did you think?

I think she really didn't want
to discuss her firearms offence,

and I think I wanna know more
about the grandson and this cult.

Well...

..if you want to grab a coffee,
we can kick around some...

Did the C&C on the house come back?
I'll check again now.

What about the phone
and bank records?

Just made the application.
Waiting for them to come through.

Where is everyone?
Where's DC Willets?

Still trying to identify
the relative

who did the security work
so had keys to the house.

And Lingley?
Chasing stuff down, Guv.

Do you guys always work
at this pace?

This is fucking glacial.

It takes as long as it takes, Ma'am.

Guv! How many times? Jesus!

Sorry about that.
Not a problem.

Apparently, Precious Falade
was a member of a cult in Wales

called The Family Of Blessed Light.

See what you can find out
about them, please.

On it.

Just need to get a couple
of signatures from you, please.

Is that Friesz?
It is.

Do you like him?
I like Dufy more. Or Derain.

But Friesz is gully, still.
Right.

Who got you into the Fauvists?
My dad.

D'you know what it means -
"fauvist"?

Erm... "beast" or something,
isn't it?

"Wild beast".

Yeah, I wonder why
he thought I'd like 'em.

Listen, man,
my girlfriend needs help,

with her habit and shit.

Is there any chance
you could call my social worker

and ask him to visit her?

Your carriage awaits, sir.

I'll see what I can do.
Ta.

Her last team loved her.
Good for them.

And her references
are all exceptional.

Did you check the name at the top?
It's not even been a week.

Each day is worse than the last.

She's rude,
she's permanently distracted.

Unpleasant to my team.
Your team?

I didn't want to ease her in.
I did it as a favour to you.

After you turned the job down.

But these fast-track uni kids...
She's 39.

..they just don't have the hours
on the clock, Sir.

And when that inexperience impacts
on my ability to do the job...

Just give it a bit more...

So I honestly think
that Fran should step up.

She's more than capable.

You need to know that, right now,

this really isn't fucking working
for me, Sir.

I looked after her
from October to Feb,

then I went on maternity leave
till early June.

And when I came back, my cover and I
shared responsibility for her

till I was back up to speed.

OK, what was the name of your cover,
please?

That was Karol Wojski.

Carol...
No, Karol with a K,

and it's, er, W-O-J-S-K-I.

Is Karol still here?
No, he left.

And when was that?
Mid-2016.

So, he moved to another department
or...?

No, he left social work completely,
I believe.

OK. Does it happen a lot?

Pretty stressful job,

huge responsibilities,
zero resources.

Thank you, Government.
Yeah, join the club.

And so this is the last appointment
anyone had with Precious?

Correct, yeah.
So 26th of June?

Yeah.
And the address given there

as her new home address
is Waterman Road.

Yeah.
OK. And Karol took this appointment?

Yeah. And he details seeing her
at the house.

Yes. And these are the brief notes
from that meeting.

Erm, these would normally
have been written up in detail. OK.

"Son wants her
to go back to sex work."

"I will investigate rehab,
Precious is keen.

"Mother assaulted her again." Wow.

So, why weren't these notes
written up properly?

Karol resigned the next day.

Be good to get contact details
for Karol if you can, please. Sure.

You keep skirting around things,

but, really,
why don't you just say it?

Say what?
That you don't want a child with me.

Because it's not true.

So why do you keep mentioning money
and priorities

and making me feel shit
about it all?

I'm really not trying
to make you feel shit.

I'm just trying to articulate

some of the very real,
practical difficulties facing us.

But, please, if you can see
a simpler solution...

I'll work more hours.

You already work too many,
as I am.

Between us, we do five fucking jobs,
for Christ sakes.

I mean...

..I don't want it to be like this
any more than you do,

but given he is now going to make me
spend money on a lawyer,

that really does
have to be my priority.

You see that, don't you?

And I don't need to have a baby
with you to prove to myself,

or, I hope, to you,
how much I love you.

And what I need...

does that count for anything?

Of course it does.

I know it's incredibly important
to you...

..but, "I refer the honourable
gentleman to my earlier answer."

You think this is funny?
No.

Because this isn't a joke to me,
Lise. I know!

You'd two kids with that baboon
and not one with me. Please.

I mean, am I not good enough?

Is that what this is?
The Untermensch?

I cannot believe you just said that.

And if she did do it deliberately...
She didn't do it deliberately.

Why didn't I see it?
Why didn't I do more to help her?

Cass's death was not your fault,
Sunny.

It was just life.

Random, cruel, life.

Do you talk to Sal about this?

No.

D'you think maybe you should,
or someone?

She finds it hard enough as it is.

I know she thinks
I should have gotten over it by now.

I know everyone does.
I don't.

I think about her too.

All the time.
It still absolutely winds me.

So if you don't want to see someone
about it... talk to me.

I'll always listen. I'm always here.

'OK, so you need...'

It should be on the authorisation
request, just the name and address.

'Yeah, I've got it.

'What's the number?'
OK, yeah, so it's...

zero, seven, seven, zero, zero.

'Yep.'
Nine, zero, zero...

Guv.
'Sunny, hi.'

Erm, listen, first up,
I'm sorry if I snapped earlier.

It was... It was uncalled for.

Yep.

So, erm, I just had
a very interesting conversation

with Frances
about Precious's social worker.

How would you feel about
a trip to Paris,

where he lives, to speak to him?

Can't we just Zoom him?

We could, yeah, but as of now,

he's the last person
to have seen her alive.

And the day after he did,
he resigned.

And two weeks after that,
he left the country.

'I think you'd wanna see
the whites of his eyes.'

Sure. Why not?

Great, thanks.

Guv. Yeah?

Erm, so the relative
who used to pop round

and check up on her,
and the "LA" in the lawyer's notes,

that's Lord Anthony.

As in Hume.
Tony Hume?

Yeah. The Tory guy?
Mm-hm.

Man...

My local library was shut down
cos of that twat.

Yep, well,
it turns out that his wife

is the late owner's younger sister.

And he had keys to the property?

He's the one
who changed all the locks.

OK.

And what could possibly connect
the Tory Lord and the sex worker?

OK, get digging on him.
Sure.

Actually, could you find me
his address and text it to me?

Yeah, no problem.
Thanks.

'Hi, this is Debbie,
please leave a message.'

Hi, Debs. Look, erm, it's me.

I'm really sorry,
I'm gonna have to bail tonight.

I'll talk to you soon.

Hello, love.

Where are you?
'Yeah, sorry, I was gonna call you.'

I'm actually on the Eurostar.
I've, erm...

gotta speak to a possible suspect
in Paris.

I'm back tomorrow, though.

I... I think I'm miscarrying.

Oh, God. Oh, no.

'So sorry, Sal.'
I'm heading to my mum's.

D'you need to go to hospital?
Shall I come back?

I can come straight back
if you want me to.

Hello, Sal?

Sal?

Kaz?

Yeah?

I was looking for Cheryl,
Jay's girlfriend?

What about her?

Does she live here?
Who wants to know?

I'm Jay's brief.

He was worried about her
being on her own.

Tell him she's fine.
I'm looking after her now.

Tell him she's fine.

I think he's in his study.

Would you like me to...?
Oh, hello, darling.

This lady is a detective.

She wants to talk to you
about my sister's old house.

Hello, Tony Hume.
I'm sorry to disturb you so late.

Not at all.
Hazel's house, did you say?

Yes. I believe you were a key-holder
after she died?

Yes, I was.

Just need to ask a some questions
about that period.

Sounds intriguing.

Well, you can at least grill me
in comfort.

Thank you.

How absolutely tragic.
Indeed.

34's no age.
No.

And what a way to treat a body.

So, how can I help?

Well, we're trying to narrow down
exactly when she died,

and we understand you might have had
some access to the house

around May or June 2016?

I did. Some squatters
had got into the property,

and a neighbour of Hazel's,
who knew I used to visit her,

rang me at my office.

Can you remember roughly
when this date was?

Well, I can check my diaries,
but, erm... late May, I think.

I have a vague recollection
it was during the Whitsun recess.

OK. And what happened then?

Well, I drove down there
the day after the neighbour rang,

on my way here, in fact, and, er...
basically just knocked on the door.

And someone answered?

They did. I told them who I was,

and that they couldn't be there
and, er,

just tried to keep it
fairly friendly.

How many were there?
Two came to the door, and, er...

when they left,
I counted five in total.

Men, women?
Three men, two women.

And what was their reaction to you?

Oh... Hostile, extremely.

They basically told me,
in no uncertain terms, to get lost,

and were very threatening.

Physically?
Yes.

And you thought they looked capable
of violence?

I mean, who knows? But, er...

Listen,
they looked like addicts to me,

and I've seen enough
in my charity sector work.

I know that an addict
can be dangerous when they're sick,

so, erm... I was scared.

So, how did you get them out?
Money. I offered them 500 quid.

Which they accepted?
No.

They wanted a thousand,
which is why I had offered them 500.

And they accepted that?
Yes.

And left immediately?

Within an hour or so.
OK.

And could I just ask
why you didn't just call the police?

Well, I wasn't sure of our rights,

and, er, I didn't want a long,
protracted legal battle.

We were already in the middle of one
about the will.

I guessed that money would work,
and it did.

So they... they left immediately.

That afternoon,
I got a firm of locksmiths in.

The place was Fort Knox
by the time they'd done.

And there were no further problems?
Not as far as I was aware of.

And what was the state of the house
when you went in?

Disgusting.
Damage and filth everywhere.

A lot of original features
had been removed.

And the place smelt
absolutely dreadful.

Oh, Lord.

She couldn't have already
have been there, could she?

Erm... We're not sure, but,
sorry, can I just, erm, go back?

What did you do
with the new set of keys?

Well, I dropped them round
to the solicitors.

How soon after?
A few days, I think.

Hm.

Oh. Yeah, actually,
it was, erm, five weeks later.

Any reason for that delay?

No. Just busy, I guess.

Course.

And finally, can I just show you
a picture of the victim?

Does her face look familiar at all?

No.

Didn't see her at the house?

No, not that I recall.

Take a good look.

No, sorry, I don't recognise her.
Thank you.

I mean, just to reiterate -
for what it's worth -

from my encounter with them,

they did look like
very unpleasant people.

Capable of anything.

I'll leave you in peace.
Mm.

Hello?
'Hi, is that Karen?'

Kaz, yeah.
'It's DCI James.'

Oh, good evening, Ma'am. Guv.

Karen, the neighbour you spoke to,

what did they say
the squatters were like?

'Erm, yeah...'

"Nice", as I remember.

"Gentle, polite".
"Sweet". I think that was the word.

"Sweet".
'Mm.'

Great. OK, er, thanks, Karen. Night.

Good night, Ma'am.

Guv.

'Welcome to the messaging service.'

'I'm sorry, but the person
you have called is not available.

'Please leave your message
after the tone.'

What did you do?

Call me.

Everything all right?

Do you, er, remember those squatters

that, er, I chucked out
just after Hazel died?

Yes. One of them must have
got back in somehow, and...

they think taken an overdose,
and then...

..very sadly, died.

How awful.

Isn't it?

Anyway... I need a drink.
You want one?

Hello, love. It's me again.

Erm, couldn't get through to you
at your mum's.

Erm, call me when you can.
I hope you're OK.

Lots of love.

Erm...

Merci.

Yeah? Oui.

'Bele, where are you?

'We've got the VC meeting tomorrow,
and-and now I'm really worried.

'Call me.'

'Please leave your
message after the tone.'

You don't know
me, but I know you.

My mother was Precious
Falade, and I was there that night.

I was there.

And I saw it all.