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'A badly burned young woman has been rescued

after being dumped in the River Thames.

Police believe she is the victim of a botched murder attempt

and are appealing for witnesses to what they're describing as

"a horrific crime".'

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Crime scene extends all the way down there and round the back, but witnesses have been all over it.

Who are the witnesses? These two homeless guys here saw someone, possibly male, with a white van,

throw a body into the river.

Victim? Erm, female, very badly burned. No ID on the body.

She's been taken to the burns unit. She's still alive.

She's a fighter, but it could go either way.

All right. I'll see you back at base, early doors. OK?

Well, you'll be earlier than me, obviously, but...

Good night. Good night, guys. Safe home.

Do you want a lift? Yeah, do you mind? No.

Boss is in? Yeah, she wants to see us.

The victim's made it through the night, so we are dealing with attempted murder.

Priority is, ID the victim and track down who's responsible.

One good piece of news is that we've got some blood under the victim's fingernails. OK.

Which may suggest that she fought her attacker.

I've got that blood being fast-tracked for DNA. Good.

I'm working on ID-ing the victim. Facial recognition is going to be really difficult,

just cos she was so badly burnt, but we know her height, her hair colour, which is brown,

her eye colour, which is hazel, and that she's about 20 years old.

Erm, her clothing, or what's left of it, is being fast-tracked through Forensics.

So is this, which is the necklace she was wearing, which is quite distinctive.

I'm running it through MISPER. Maybe we'll get something.

OK, so we've got our white van on CCTV leaving the scene around the time of the incident.

No way of getting the reg plate. It seems to have been deliberately obscured with duct tape.

This van goes around the corner, it disappears, we lose track of it.

Got a potential ID on our victim. Mm? Yeah? Yeah. Great.

So that necklace that we put through MISPER spat out the name of Sian Jenkins.

She went missing in 2012. Same hair colour, same eye colour, same height,

so I think this is her. A-huh?

What do we know about her? Erm, she's a musician.

She's got a website. Tech are having a little look.

But it looks like it's not been updated since two years ago.

So what's our Sian been doing for the last two years then?

Dave!

Still got Missing Persons in alcove nine?

Er, yeah! Brown boxes on the floor. Yeah?

How's your solitary going?

OK, we're looking for Sian Jenkins, missing since 2012. OK.

Quick as you can. Yeah.

File in from the archive.

I've got two DVDs.

Er, one is a fan-made video of Sian performing, but busking,

on Waldegrave Street.

Crucially though, the video was made on the night she disappeared.

# ..Maybe and I don't trust my thoughts

But they're not leading me astray when I look at you...

How many people do you reckon are there - 15, 20?

More than your normal busker. She's good, eh? Shame.

That's all we've got. Erm... No, there's also, in the file...

Her father, Neil, was suspected of having some involvement in her disappearance,

so he was taped on interview.

How long ago was this? Er, two years. It's 2012.

'She's gone away! She'll come back. She's been away before. She'll go away again.'

OK, Neil Jenkins on the night that his daughter, Sian, disappeared,

he lied about his whereabouts. He'd actually spent the night in a red light district.

So we're obviously dealing with an exceptional piece of work.

Take a seat there, please.

So, Neil, erm...

Tell me, what... what happened that night when you last saw...

Sian? Sian? Yeah. OK.

Because you fought with Sian. Aye, you're right, I did. Erm...

We fought a lot. We... I was a... a tough father on Sian.

And, er... Too tough. She was a teenager.

She was, er... But she was a... a naughty teenager.

Er, she'd be out for days on end.

And I... I didn't like that, funnily enough.

You were naughty yourself though, weren't you?

You were frequenting brothels. I did frequent brothels.

I was an angry man who didn't like himself much,

and, er, as a result I, er...

I did some stupid things and one of them was going to brothels, yes.

Are you still angry? No, I'm not. Still in brothels?

No, I'm not, no, no. Still drink? No, I don't, no.

Two years I've not had a drop to drink.

- What do you do now? - I spend my time...

a lot more... purposefully than I ever have.

I, er, I... I give aid to homeless people.

That's my main purpose in life. How do you actually help them, the homeless people?

I have blankets in my van,

and invite them to come and use the blankets and get themselves out of the cold.

What type of van? Er, it's a Ford Transit. Colour?

White.

This... is...

Neil... Jenkins.

This is Neil Jenkins. According to the DVLA, he DOES have a white van.

He DOES use it to distribute blankets and deliver soup to the homeless.

An all-round good Samaritan.

But he's NOT affiliated to any particular charity or Christian group or whatever.

OK, so maybe if Sian's been living in London for the last two years

and he's out in his van doing his good works, he's run into her.

Do you mind if I sit down? No, of course. How is Sian doing?

Aaa... the same. There's nothing changed at all.

OK, listen, the reason I've come down to talk to you, erm...

In order to, kind of, further my investigation,

I'm going to need written consent to forensically search your van.

You don't have a problem with me searching, do you? No, I've got no problem, but I've got to say...

you, you won't find anything. Er, I have the van cleaned regular.

Why do have that? Well, as I said before to you,

erm, letting those people sleep in there.

So...

You're very welcome, but...

I'm not sure how much eliminating it will do.

Thank you.

Grace? Yeah. Hi. Hi.

Hi. My name is Detective Sergeant Jack Weston.

Right. This is Detective Constable Charlie Steele.

We're local police officers in charge of the investigation surrounding your daughter, Sian.

Erm...

How's Sian doing?

She's alive... She's... Tell me about Neil.

Er... It's a... He's a... He's a difficult man. He had...

He had booze and now he's got God,

and I can't cope with either of those things.

So, no, I don't see him.

When Sian first disappeared you were in very close contact with the police,

as you would expect. Erm, then after a little while, you just, sort of, stopped...

stopped calling and stopped coming round.

I knew she was OK.

I'm sorry, I know, I...

It was really difficult, I know, but if I'd told the police then her dad would have found out

and she didn't want any contact with him or any danger of him - She's been in contact with you?

Yeah. I mean, not direct contact.

But through a friend of hers.

He gives me messages from her and I send messages back to her,

and I send her some money sometimes when I can. Who's this friend?

Er, Lewis. And how do you, or how does Sian, know him?

Erm, they lived in a squat together, I think.

Hi, Lewis. Yeah. Lewis...?

Taylor. Hi. Detective Sergeant Jack Weston. Sorry for interrupting. Continue.

So you met Sian...

living rough. You became friends.

How did you go from that situation to a situation in which

you're her liaison with her mother who she hasn't seen?

She just asked me to call her mum.

She just wanted to contact her to let her know that she was all right and I said, "Yeah."

Look, she didn't want Grace to know where she was

because she didn't Neil to find out where she was. Simple as that.

There was something going on between her and Neil - Sian and Neil.

Don't know what it was. It's not for me to say. She wouldn't say.

Yeah, but I still find it a little bit strange that if, as Lewis said,

she's been moving around all these spots in London,

no-one's seen her or heard of her. Some of them are really close friends.

That was Forensics on the phone.

They got back to me on the DNA that was found under Sian Jenkins' fingernails. Yeah.

OK. One, the DNA belongs to a female.

Two, the DNA belongs to someone who's been registered missing since 2005.

OK, someone called Josephine Wilson, disappeared when she was eight years old.

Josie Wilson! God, yes. I remember the case so well.

She was young! Mm. Little girl. Mm.

It can't be just a coincidence that the DNA from one missing person

has been found under the fingernails of another missing person.

Where has she been for nine years?

Look at her face.

Come on, is that little girl

ultimately responsible for burning then dumping Sian Jenkins in the river?

She's all grown up.

Mr Wilson? Mike Wilson?

Yes.

Martha Bellamy.

Detective Inspector.

Mr Wilson...

I have some news about Josie.

We believe she may be alive, Mr Wilson.

I don't want to get your hopes up,

because there has been no concrete sighting of Josie,

but what we do have is forensic evidence.

We have DNA under the fingernails of a female victim,

a victim of an assault.

It's a young girl called Sian Jenkins. Does that ring any bells?

Sian Jenkins? No. No.

Has she told you how she knows Josie?

No, sadly, she's not well. She's in hospital...

And, fingers crossed... We haven't been able to interview her, as yet.

There is a connection between this young girl, Sian Jenkins,

and... and a vehicle. Erm...

Erm, I was just wondering, how do you do your deliveries, in a van, car?

I...I... use, erm...

I used to do it myself, but I use delivery firms to do it for me.

You don't have your own van? No, not any more, no, no.

Well, this afternoon we are doing a media appeal with Sian's parents,

and I'd like you to take part in it. Erm...

Obviously, appealing for any information regarding Josie.

If you think that would help, of course. I'll do anything.

Yes, of course, of course. Historically, it can make a big difference. OK.

Josie had been staying with her aunt in Oxfordshire when she went missing.

Her father, apparently, was at the London home, grieving.

Josie's mum killed herself a couple of months before she went missing.

The investigating officers thought that she had been abducted

and then probably killed. No eight-year-old can survive on their own all that time, surely?

But then, how do we go from eight-year-old abducted, probably killed,

to her DNA being under Sian's fingernails?

It's got to be that she assaulted Sian. The alternative is that she - No. No, hang on, Charlie.

How many of those people that we talked to said that they saw a man,

a man with a white van? And Neil has a white van.

No-one's seen Josie in nine years.

That still doesn't account for the fact that they said they saw a man.

Have you checked out the...

How are you getting on? This thing's absolutely spotless.

Apart from a few long brown hairs over in that corner.

Erm, fingers crossed they're Sian's.

If they're not Sian's then maybe they're Josie's.

In which case, maybe we're looking at a joint enterprise between Josie and mystery white van man.

Exactly, because we've already got the DNA under her fingernails.

I have news. Yeah.

Erm, I spoke to, er, a lady from a homeless shelter in North London.

They don't know anything about Josie or Sian, but they DO know Neil and they do not like him.

Erm, apparently... Why is that?

Er, a homeless girl called Sarah, who used to go to their shelter,

said that she, one night, was trying to sleep in the back of Neil's van.

God only knows why. And when she woke up, he was watching her and it really freaked her out.

And she told the people at the shelter.

Like Sian and Josie, she's young, brown hair, hazel eyes.

I would just like to ask anyone out there who has any information

about this terrible crime to come forward, tell the police what you know.

If the person out there is watching this,

erm, please, come forward. Please, come forward,

and the good Lord will forgive you.

Er, we have Mr Wilson with a second appeal.

This is my little girl.

'Josie.'

I bet you Neil Jenkins knows where Josie is. 'But I haven't seen her for nine years.'

OK, listen, I was wondering if I could speak to Neil. Do you know if he's around or...?

He's in the chapel. Of course.

What's that?

It's, erm... It's a bracelet that Sian sent to me.

I usually keep it tucked up here. I wear it all the time.

Sent through Lewis Taylor? Yeah.

She sent me that. She sends me songs sometimes, she's written,

which is lovely. Nice to feel that I have contact. Mm.

Would I be able to look at the songs? Of course, you can, yeah.

I haven't got them on me, but I could find them for you. Yeah, that'd be great.

Grace seems to be pretty convinced the lyrics are actually Sian's handwriting.

I've run some of them through Forensics, to get them double-checked.

This is definitely genuine though.

I called around Sian's old friends again.

One of them confirmed she made it for her a couple of years ago.

None of this is, like, directed at Mum, is it, do you know what I mean?

I mean, I don't know why Sian would be sending Grace a friendship bracelet

that one of Sian's friends gave her years ago. Just doesn't add up really.

'Lift going up.'

Lewis Taylor, it's the police.

Lewis?

Lewis?

Hello. You all right? Can we come in, please? Can we have a quick chat with you?

Er, hang on, I... No, can we come in NOW, please? Just have a quick chat.

Is this your bedroom? Er, yeah. Why don't we pop in here then?

Have a seat, Lewis. Hands off the computer for just a second, if you don't mind.

Do you play the guitar, Lewis? Yeah, I play a bit of guitar.

Oh, yeah? Since when? Is this your backpack?

Er... Lewis, I said sit on your hands. That's my friend's backpack.

It's your friend's? Mm-hm. Do you mind if I look inside? No.

OK, good. In order to search more securely... A female friend?

Yeah... I'm going to arrest you

on the suspicion of the theft of property of Sian Jenkins

and on suspicion of the abduction of Sian Jenkins. No, mate...

I have to speak to Sian... You do not have to say anything. This is for your safety.

You do not have to say anything... Jack, Jack! ..though it may harm your defence. Yeah, that's Sian's.

How come you've got Sian's stuff? ..Later rely on in court and may be used in evidence.

Do you understand? Take the laptop. OK, let's sit down.

You said a friend who stayed here last night. Did Sian stay here last night?

OK, right. Erm, no, no... Sian didn't stay here last night.

All right. I'll remember case and bag...

Hi, Lewis.

Hi, Lewis.

The guitar and rucksack that we found in your house clearly belonged to Sian.

Where did you get them from? No comment.

You're kidding, right?

No comment.

The journal in her bag, where did you get that from?

No comment. Same place you got the bag?

No comment. Lewis, all of the pages that you sent to Grace,

Sian's mother, saying, "Oh, Sian's written you really lovely songs just for you."

We're matching those to the journal we found in your flat.

I've haven't got a solicitor.

So... no comment.

Yeah, come in.

How did the Lewis interview go? Er, Lewis "no comment" Taylor

had nothing to say and now wants a solicitor. Mm. Joy.

Doesn't surprise me, especially after seeing this lot.

Forensics have confirmed that the ripped out pages from that journal...

Are Sian's? Are a match to the notes and the letters

in the songs that were sent to Mum.

So, presumably, I don't know... was he ripping out the pages, sending them pretend?

I mean, none of them were related to her anyway, so...

And you're going to wet yourself with this one, so just keep calm, all right.

It says... it says that she woke to find her dad watching her asleep.

Drunken... Thank you. Watching her asleep. He was drunk, so... Shall we get him in?

Get him in for a friendly chat, Jack. Friendly... Trust me. Chat!

Thanks for coming in, Mr Jenkins.

Did you watch your daughter sleep? As a baby, yeah, sure.

But as a 16-year-old?

No. No, I didn't, no.

Cos we found her journal.

And she says you did.

She also says she didn't like it.

OK. "I wake up as the sun was appearing over the horizon.

All seemed peaceful in the world, until I saw him..." Is that you?

"..Just sitting there watching me sleep." Is that you?

No, it's not me, no. Neil, is that you?

No, it's not. "So fucking weird. I hate him.

I don't know why Mum doesn't leave him. Always drunk. He treats her like shit."

Is this you she's talking about?

The end bit of it sounds exactly like me, yes. Yes, it...

That sounds like me. I did not watch her sleep though.

Who's this?

I don't know.

It's Josie Wilson.

Do you know her?

Have a good look. Look at it.

I've looked at her. I don't know her. Not even from your generous, good Samaritan work?

No, I don't know her.

I don't know who it is.

Did you have her in your van?

No, I did not have her in my van.

You have had it in for me from the minute you set eyes on me.

This is... this is victimisation, this is!

I'm not having it!! Mr Jenkins - No, I'm not having it!!

He's digging himself a hole, isn't he? This born-again Christian has revealed himself.

As God is his witness.

Potential sighting of Josie Wilson. Where?

Oh! Wait! Is that... is that...?

Josie! Josie! Josie!

Josie, Josie, we just want to help you! Josie!

Noooo!! Stop, stop, stop!

All right, all right, all right. OK, sit down.

Sit her down, sit her down, sit her down. Josie. I want my dad!

I'm going to need an ambulance down here at Newport House...

We need to get her to a place of safety as quickly as possible.

I want my dad! Josie, look at me. Josie, my name's Charlie.

I don't want you. I want my daddy! I'm going to take you to him.

Come in the car and I'm going to take you to him, OK? My daddy?

Absolutely, yeah. Pop up. Up you get.

There we go. Let's bring her into the car. All right, come on.

I'm going to take you to him. That's where we're going now, yeah? Yes, absolutely. Come on.

No, I don't want to! Please get back into bed.

Sean, will you...? Josie. Will you get back into bed, darling?

Please? Please? All right, just for a sec. OK?

Legs up, come on.

I don't... OK, you don't want a cover, that's fine.

Hi. What did the doctor say? Erm...

She's got burns on her hands, pretty bad ones.

She's got scratches consistent with Sian's injuries.

Like Sian, she's also malnourished and showing signs of vitamin D deficiency.

Fuck. Erm... What?

Vitamin D deficiency comes from a lack of sunlight.

What are you getting at?

The girls have been locked up.

It's a little bit of a leap, Jack. Charlie, the girls have been locked up.

Boss? Yeah.

The lab have confirmed that the girl we picked up is definitely Josephine Wilson. OK.

We have the girl whose DNA is under the fingernails of Sian Jenkins.

Also she's got burns, like Sian's.

Two girls, one missing for nine years, one missing for two years.

Both malnourished, both showing signs of vitamin D deficiency.

Lack of sunlight - Woah, woah, Jack...

OK. Is this one of your theories? Is this a two girls missing, held captive...

That or they're anorexic... ..Against their will. And they're in nightclothes all the time.

Are you suggesting...? That's exactly what I'm suggesting.

OK, suggest something when you've got the proof.

Can we go?

Josie, none of your family have seen you for nine years.

Where have you been?

Don't know.

You don't know?

Have you been staying with someone? Have you been in London?

I don't know.

OK.

Erm...

When you went missing, you were staying with your aunt, right?

And you were walking back from school

and you just never made it all the way home.

So can you tell me what happened on that walk?

Nothing.

Did someone take you away? Did you decide you didn't want to go back to your aunt's house?

Erm...

How did you hurt your hands?

That time when the fire happened.

What fire? The fire, just...

Where was this? When was this? This was recently, yeah?

Do you know someone called Sian Jenkins? I don't know those names.

No. Are you sure you've never met her before?

I only ask because she's a lady

who turned up very, very injured yesterday.

I don't know who she... I don't know those names. Sssh, it's all right.

Come on... Maybe you know her face? I could show you some pictures?

I don't know what happens. I don't know the names.

OK.

I'm going to leave it there for now, but I'll come back and see you a bit later.

It's all right. Thank you.

I've been tracking Josie's movements from the last couple of hours.

It looks like she was trying to go from here

to her childhood home, where Mike lives.

But she got lost. Why has she waited until now to try and get home?

Perhaps something, or someone, has been preventing her...

Stop with the theories. Come on. Now, let's get something concrete.

When I spoke to Josie, I tried to ask some of the same questions, but she didn't have anything to say.

"Where have you been?" "I don't know." "How did you hurt yourself?" "I don't know."

It was all a bit odd. And her dad, who you'd think would want to know where she's been for nine years,

just wasn't having any of me asking questions, didn't want me to ask her this.

Or maybe Josie's selective amnesia is coming from the fact

that she's trying to subconsciously suppress the dramatic events that have befallen her.

You love a fairy story, don't you, Jack?

You can't ignore this. I'm not ignoring anything.

Mr Wilson, I'm going to need your help at this point.

Can you not just leave her alone for about five minutes? Just give her a break.

No, I can't leave her alone, because we are here for a reason and you know that.

She's in distress. I need to talk to her clearly. That's not happening at the moment, is it, Mike?

I believe that Josie will be able to just

open up and to not worry about your feelings, etc, that appear to be getting in the way.

So as long as you understand what we need to do here.

Tell her I love her. Of course I will.

Josie, we'd like to know where you know Sian from.

I live with her.

You live with her? Can I see my dad now, please?

Where do you live? I live with her.

Please can I see my dad?

Where do you live with Sian? Josie?

I live with her.

..Thanks very much. Bye-bye.

Forensics. The brown hairs found in the back of Neil's van

belong to registered missing person Sarah Baker. Oh, yes!

Do you think it's the same Sarah that complained about him watching her sleep?

OK, I'd like to throw the book at him.

Neil Jenkins, I am arresting you for suspicion... God almighty! What have you done?

You don't have to say anything... Grace, I've done nothing. I've done absolutely nothing.

..Anything you do say may be used in evidence. You understand?

OK, Neil, we don't have a lot of time. Tell us about Sarah Baker.

About who? Sarah Baker!

Homeless Sarah. Come on, you're the good Samaritan, you remember her.

No, I don't remember Sarah Baker.

She stayed in your van, Neil.

You watched her sleep.

You do remember Sarah Baker. So tell us, who's Sarah Baker? How do you know her?

OK. OK!

I had a Sarah Baker in the back of my van. Jesus! That was easy, wasn't it?

Yes, it was. Yes, it was, Jack. Thank you.

Tell us then. Why was she in the back of your van?

Because she was cold, because she was on the streets,

because she is in difficulty and because what I do is help people out who are in difficulty.

What did you do with Sarah in the van?

Erm... Answer the question. Let me bloody answer! Jesus!

I, erm...

I gave her some food and she went to sleep. She...

She, she... came out the cold for a bit.

Did you watch her sleeping?

Did you watch her sleeping?

Yes, I did. Why?

OK. I, erm... I watched Sarah sleep because...

she reminded me of my daughter, Sian.

Why did you watch Sian sleep? Why shouldn't I watch my daughter sleep?!

What is the crime in watching somebody sleep?

Did you do anything else?

What do you mean, did I do anything else? Answer the question.

Did you do anything else to your daughter? What do you mean, did I do anything else?

Were you just watching Sian? What the fuck do you mean?! How dare you insinuate!

Calm down! Calm down!

Calm down! You can't do this to me! Calm down! This is wrong! You are wrong!

Well, he's lost my fucking vote, that's for sure. Thank God for that.

There's a line you don't cross, do you know what I mean?

I have Sian's phone back from Tech.

Yeah? There are quite a few photos from her last gig.

Neil in them? No, not that I can see.

But there is one very interesting spectator.

Hey, Lewis. Right.

I have some photos here taken from Sian's phone that we recovered in your house,

from the night she disappeared. This is from her gig.

If I'm not mistaken, that's you, right?

Yeah, that's me. OK. That is the night that she disappeared.

So you'd met her before? I saw her before, maybe.

Maybe I was there, but I didn't MEET her. What else have you lied about?

Have you actually been seeing Sian? I haven't lied about that.

We're going to take it as read, Lewis, that you're lied, because you have. No comment.

Have you been seeing Sian all this time? No comment.

You're on really, really patchy ground, Lewis.

Can I remind you that Sian's in hospital fighting for her life. She's been attacked.

You have no alibi for last night and you have her stuff in your flat.

You won't find any evidence that I was involved in that, cos I wasn't.

Where were you last night? I was at home last night.

You had her stuff in your flat.

Boss... Tell us the truth. He had the opportunity, but...

Hi, Tech have just come through with Lewis's laptop.

Lewis has been researching other missing persons, as well as Sian.

He's also researched Josephine Wilson.

These are some of the emails taken from his laptop.

The guy is sick. He writes to the parents of the child,

claiming to contact them on behalf of the child who needs money.

Money. Perfect! That's just what I need. Thank you.

So he has contacted Mike? He's contacted Mike. He contacted loads of parents.

Some have said, "Great! Oh, my God, yes, please." You know, "Have the money."

Some have said, "Piss off! We don't believe you." Mike's one of the guys that told him to piss off.

He sent him a really angry email. Well done, Jack.

You sent those, right?

Yeah. OK.

Talk to me, Lewis. Tell me what's going on.

I don't know any of those people. Right.

So you did the same thing with Sian, I'm guessing, and with Grace?

Yeah. OK.

So the last time you saw Sian

was that night that she disappeared?

Is it? Yeah.

Yeah. And how did you get her stuff?

I...

I stole it.

And you've had no contact with her since at all? No. No.

The last time you saw Sian, when you got all of this stuff,

was the night that she disappeared? Yeah? Yeah.

So you're watching the gig. The gig, I assume, ends.

Then tell me what happened.

Then she started talking to this guy...

..and I just nicked her stuff.

She had a case, a guitar, with some money in there, about ?50.

She was talking to someone she knew?

I just... Look, I just don't know. I can't remember that kind of detail.

They were talking. She didn't look like she was scared or anything like that.

OK, fine. Can you tell me what he looked like?

Yeah. He was white. He had a cap on.

Is that it?

We need to know as much as we can about him,

cos potentially that's last person that saw Sian, right?

The last person we know of. Yeah. Well, I think it's Neil.

Well, it could be Neil. So let's talk to Technical. They can do a better job than this, surely.

OK. I hate to keep bashing on about this, but...

now that we know Lewis is lying, as far as we're aware,

no-one has seen or heard from Sian for the last two years. Yeah.

Just in the same way that no-one has seen or heard from Josie for the last nine years.

Both girls are showing signs of malnutrition.

Both girls are deficient in vitamin D.

Let me go down to Neil's house,

make sure he's not got two more brown-haired girls down there. Do it.

Is this it here? I think so. OK. Fox, you cover the back.

Quick as we can!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Kitchen's clear!

Empty. Living room's clear! Bedroom one's clear!

Does that door open? Bedroom two clear!

That's it. There's nothing down here.

I am the WRONG person.

I am not... You're searched my house. Have you searched my house?

Yes! You've searched my house. There's nothing there! There's absolutely nothing in my house!

You know that!

That's really helpful. Brilliant. Thank you.

Boss.

That was the hospital. Sian is off the ventilator.

How is she? Erm, bad, but she's breathing on her own, which is always good.

She's been calling out for someone called Sarah. Is that our Sarah Baker?

Ah, could be our third abductee. So we need to know who Sarah is and WHERE Sarah is, Charlie.

OK.

We believe we may have a third victim - a girl, brown-haired, brown-eyed called Sarah Baker.

We know she was in your van. We believe that she was kidnapped,

held against her will for a period of time

and we now believe she may have been involved in a fire, the same fire as Sian.

Sian has woken up, Neil, OK? Go and find the person that's done this to her!

Neil, I'm asking for your help now, OK?

Neil, a young girl is missing.

You are the only person who can help us find her.

I am NOT the only person that can help you find her, Jack!

I watched these girls sleeping. I wat...

I watched them because they were calm.

They were peaceful.

I haven't had peace like that for a long time.

Hi, Josie.

Josie...

have you heard, or do you know of, a girl called Sarah?

Where's Sarah? Sarah, yeah. Mm-hm.

Sarah Baker. Do you know someone called Sarah Baker?

No, I don't know those names. That's not my Sarah.

You don't know this... this girl?

OK. Who do you know called Sarah then?

Who's Sarah?

Please can I speak to my daddy?

Josie, who is Sarah? OK.

I need to speak to my daddy.

I have some news from Tech. They've enhanced the images on Sian's phone, which are from her last gig.

The mystery man in the baseball cap is not Neil. It is Mike Wilson.

OK, right. There should be two rooms upstairs.

Jack, check upstairs!

I've got a locked cellar door!

Right! Stay where you are! Don't move!

Sarah!

Sarah! Is there someone called Sarah?

It's the police! Is there anyone down here?

Eyes on a fire over here, boss. Touch nothing, Jack.

Erm... we found Sarah. Can I see her?

Can I see my baby, please?

And my daddy. Erm...

Josie, is Sarah Mike's daughter?

Josie?

Josie?

Is your daddy Sarah's daddy?

Josie?

Is he?

Yes.

It doesn't look like good news.

Er, witnesses say they saw a man matching Mike's description

abandon the van and jump in the river from the pier over there.

This time of year, he's not going to come out alive, is he?

No. I had the divers down here to have a look, but I'm not particularly hopeful. OK.

What about the van? Is this the one they transported the girl in?

I'm pretty sure that it is. The van was reported missing, stolen, in fact, three, four days ago.

And there's a letter... Raman. Sir.

There's a letter left on the front seat addressed to Josie, most likely from Mike.

You'd better get back to base. Release Neil. Got to be done.

Josie, why did Mike take Sian?

She looks after Sarah.

And then me and Daddy can spend time together still.

And how did you... How did you get out? How did you get out of the room?

Daddy and Sian left the door open

and I wanted to see what it was like, just for a minute.

And...

I...

It closed behind me and I couldn't get back in, so...

I...

went to find the house.

And... Where you used to live?

But I got lost.

Sian wanted to be outside.

She... Was she trying to get out? Yeah.

Outside? She did? Like the time when the fire happened.

She was caught in it, too, and I... I stopped it.

But...

She wasn't well and so Daddy had to take her to hospital.

But Daddy didn't take her to hospital, did he? Yes, he did.

Daddy promised that he'd take her to hospital. Is that what you think he did? Mm-hm.

Oh...

please can I see my daddy,

because I don't know what to do.

There has been an accident.

And your dad is dead, I'm afraid.

No, that's untrue. He isn't.

He's written you a letter. That's not true. That's...

I need you to be strong for Sarah, all right?

Josie, I promise you, we'll look after you.

Erm, arson, according to FIU.

Victim is 19-year-old Asif Khan.

It's not looking good for him. He may not survive this.

Third-degree burns, critical condition.

I know who did this.

Sorry?

Gregor Forrester. Can I ask where you were last night?

Yeah, I was at Ross's stadium, watching a football match

with, erm, Jim. I am a corporate member.

Never been able to get him for anything,

because he's a slippery little fuck. He's got through on technicalities.

He's got a dirty, slimy fuckard called David Eboda working for him.

Asif Khan is in hospital in critical condition. I am sorry to hear that.

The guy operates through extortion, intimidation and violence.

Don't make it personal. I don't like the guy any more than you do.

But this is a good chance to get David Eboda down.

This is my chance to finally nail him. Don't blow it for me, OK?

OK, this is a stealth operation, guys. Let's keep the noise down.

Police! Police! Police!

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