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This sort of mutilation
is usually done to obscure ID.

We think his name
was Matthew Kieran Walsh.

I'm so sorry, Cas, they just
won't allow a medical retirement.

I think they're within their rights.

Dad, I haven't just had enough,
I've been off sick.

I told you it was rapid onset?
It was completely terrifying.

What number's this, then?
My third, her first.

Remind me of your age again?

Can you zip over to my brother's
office tomorrow? Is there a problem?

Just mortgage stuff.

I don't do that any more, Felix.
You know that.

How much are we even talking about?

So, what have you planned today?
Wishing I was dead.

Your mother can be difficult.
I'm struggling with the money.

I've no idea what my dad might need
in the next year or two.

I actually have no choice.

The house the freezer came from

was owned by a Mr Robert Fogerty.
He died two months ago.

You'll see that when Fogerty
was pulled over...

There were four other people
in the car with him.

I could smell alcohol on his breath,
which was when he started to cry.

And the others, in the car?

All five of them were
newly qualified coppers.

So, this guy knew his career
was over before it had even started.

So, he was obviously very upset,

but the others, have you got any
recollection what they were like?

Is there something I should know?

Probably be better just to answer it
as you remember it.

I think they were all
pretty shell-shocked, to be honest.

I guess they're all wondering

if any of it was going
to come back on them.

Do you remember if you might
have taken any of their names?

If I did,
it would be in my pocketbook.

I do remember
there was an Asian lad, though,

who I had a bit of a run-in with.

What kind of run-in?

He kept on asking if there was
any way we could let it go.

He got quite forceful.

In the end, I had to tell him
to walk away or I'd nick him, too.

Did you search the car at all?

No, no reason to.

And after you arrested Fogerty,
you took him back to your nick?

Yeah.
And what happened to the car?

One of the passengers, a girl,

asked if she could
drive it back to Fogerty's place.

And she hadn't been drinking?
She said no.

She actually offered to do a test,

but I believed her,
she looked like the sensible one.

She seemed very keen
to help him out, so I let her.

Just trying to think
how I'd have reacted,

the day I finished basic training,

if my mate had got pulled over
with a dead body in the boot.

Well, it'd be in the shell-shocked
territory, wouldn't it?

Hm. Just a bit.

Although, boss,
we don't actually know for sure

Walsh was in the boot
at this stage, so...

I need to speak to Andrews.

Maybe we should wait until...?
We need to find the complete file.

I wanna know
who those passengers were

and if any of them are still serving
coppers because, if they are...

..that's gonna be very interesting.

I'm too bloody old.

You're too bloody old.

It's 7:14...

I've been getting up at 6:15
for 30 years,

so do me a favour, will you?

Get up and go find a job,
because we are selling this house

and, in a few months,
you will be homeless.

Have a nice day.

Sorry.
It's fine.

I just don't have space in my life

to be still washing his cacky pants
and doing his sodding dishes.

He's an adult, for Christ sakes!

Absolutely.

So, you gonna
speak to your dad today?

Oh, I think I have to wait
until I'm summoned, don't I?

Do you? He's your dad.

Hm, I guess.

I just don't want to incur
the 'Wrath of Jen'.

HE LAUGHS

Oh, I think you give her
a run for her money.

Right, I'll speak to you later,
I'll let you know how it went.

Oh, God, sorry. Course, good luck.
Thanks.

Have a good day.

John?

Do I seem angry all the time?

Not all the time, no.

I'm sorry.

It's all good.

I'll see you later. Love you.

Why does it keep sounding
like you're about to say a 'but'?

Ram?

OK.

But...

Why do we need a blood test?
Because the ultrasound on its own

is not accurate enough to warrant
the risk of an amniocentesis.

But... why would we want either
a blood test or an amnio?

So we can make a decision, love,
about what to do.

Yes?

I'm so late...

Ram, we need to talk about this.

I didn't sleep a wink last night,
so I'm not making any sense.

We'll talk tonight, I promise.

I love you.

Ready? I need to leave.
Sam, move it, please. Why?

Oh, I might be back
a bit late tonight.

I've got no pm sessions,
so I'm gonna go for a run,

work some of this stress off
up in the hills.

Sure. But, really,
there's nothing to worry about,

everything's going to be
absolutely fine. Dad, we're late!

OK, come on, guys.

PHONE RINGS

Paul.

ON PHONE: 'What's the story
with you and Lucy Myers?'

Who's Lucy Myers?

'That temp from HR. She was sat
next to you at the dinner on Monday.

Oh, yeah, her. No story, why?

She's been saying
you were inappropriate with her.

HE SCOFFS
I was what?!

'When you got in the lifts
at the end of the evening.'

I was not inappropriate with her,
that is a complete....

'Are you on the way in?'

Out this morning, in at two...
Come straight to my office, please.

Paul...
LINE DISCONNECTS

I'm off, love.
Oh, hang on.

Just remember, you are the
best candidate by a country mile.

The full case files
came in last night. And?

Well, to me, it looked like
they missed quite a lot,

possible wits
that weren't interviewed,

sightings that weren't followed up.
Because?

Well, Matthew was no saint,
he had half a dozen convictions.

ABH, possession, one for dealing.

In fact, there was even a warrant
out for him, not back for bail.

Maybe they thought
he was lying low for a bit.

Anyway, Fran's gonna go through
them all in detail.

I'm gonna see if I can find
the traffic offence files.

I'll call you.

Oh, and, sorry, where are we
on locating next of kin?

Murray's on it.

Enjoy your run.

Thanks, Belle.

DOOR LOCK BEEPS

So, I spoke to a neighbour
at his last known address

and she said that both parents
are now dead. OK.

He had an older brother,
name of Clive,

who she thinks is still alive,
but the interesting thing is,

Matthew's girlfriend, Karen,
was pregnant when he went missing.

And she had the baby?

She did, name of Jerome.

And where's Karen now?

Also dead,
according to the neighbour.

Heroin overdose, about 15 years ago.

There's a lot
of premature deaths here.

The mum, the dad, Karen...

Was this as a result of Matthew's
disappearance, do we think?

Some of it, I'd say,
but, to be honest,

it sounds like they were
a pretty troubled family

before he disappeared,
lot of drug and alcohol and issues.

May I?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

ON PHONE: 'Ah, hello,
is that Jerome?'

Speaking.

Oh, hi, erm,
my name is Cassie Stuart.

I'm a police officer and I was
wondering if you had five minutes

'to talk about your father,
about Matthew Walsh?'

What about him?

Jerome, I'm very sorry
to have to tell you this, but...

we think
there's a pretty good chance

we might have found his remains.

'Hello?'

Yeah, look, er, this, er...
This isn't a very good time,

I'm on a job at the moment,

could you call me back
outside of work hours?

Er, yeah, absolutely.

Or I could come
and talk to you in person.

Whatever works best for you.

Yeah. Look, you've got my number,
erm, just text me some times

and I'll get back to you.

Thank you.

It's Dean.

Yeah...

Can I give you a reg?

Just the usual.
Plus five for inflation.

OK, it's a white Citroen Dispatch.

CAR HORN SOUNDS
Are you gonna argue?!

THEY SHOUT AND ARGUE

Stop! Argh!

Did you see that?!

SHE MOANS

The driver had blue jeans,
black trainers and a grey top.

I don't suppose you got
the index of the moped?

Er, Foxtrot Juliet Zero Eight
Tango Victor Uniform.

Am I good to go, Brendan?
So, no dizziness,

no blurred vision, no nausea?
None, I'm good.

Well, I'd prefer
to take you back to the hospital...

I totally understand,
but I feel fine.

And thank you, PC Robson.

And I'll get my PA to send
a statement over later. Ma'am.

DVLA have the car, a Ford Granada,

being sold by Fogerty in 1991

and the new keeper notified
the vehicle as off road in 2002,

when it was sold for scrap.

OK, thanks. Jake?

So, we've opened pretty much every
wardrobe, cupboard, box, drawer,

anything that could contain
body parts, and there's nothing.

Now, obviously, he could've disposed
of these parts 30 years ago,

but my guess is, logic-wise,
the head and the hands,

the easiest to identify,
are the last parts you'd get rid of.

Agreed.
OK, so, working on the assumption,

and for whatever reason,

he never actually disposed
of any part of the body,

should we be looking in his effects

for evidence
of some storage facility somewhere?

You mean like a garage,
or a lockup, or something?

Yeah, exactly.
Good idea.

In fact, any other buildings that
he might have had access to, yeah.

Fran?

Yes. Still working my way through
the original witness statements.

The wit detailed as being
the last confirmed sighting of him

has sadly died,
but I have managed to make contact

with a Viv Hancock today
- seeing her tomorrow -

who was also detailed
as having seen Walsh that night.

Although there's no actual statement
in the files.

Just lost or...?

Well, she told me today no formal
statement was ever actually taken.

Ah. OK, so, just human error?

Er, I guess.

Well, let me know
when you've spoken to her.

So, what else, er...

Oh, yeah, the victim's clothes
have gone to a forensic botanist.

Leanne Balcombe thought there were

some interesting plant remains
caught on his T-shirt.

DI Khan is at the records archive

and I'm off now
to meet with the victim's son.

OK, that's it for now.

Good to have you back, Guv.
Seconded. Thirded.

Thank you, guys. Appreciated.

How'd you get on?

In that car with Fogerty
were four police probationers

going by the names of Dean,
Fiona, Liz and Ram.

Come...

Ah, DCI Sidhu. Please, have a seat.

So, Lucy Myers...

I've spoken to Lucy and she says

that you put your arm
around her waist,

made a number of lewd comments,
patted her behind,

and generally
made her feel uncomfortable.

Didn't happen.

Right. Well, I have to say,
I did see you...

Saw me, what? Enjoying someone's
company? Not illegal, is it?

No, but there's... If anything,
she was the who flirted with me.

Well, that is not...

Can we cut to the chase,
Sir, what's she gonna do?

She's not decided yet.

But she might
make a formal complaint?

She might, yes,
she's still thinking about it.

But you haven't gone
to Professional Standards yet?

No, not yet.

Well, I think we both know
what this is really about.

Do we?

It's racially motivated.

Where do you get that from?

She flirted with the Paki,
she came on to the Paki,

but the Paki turned her down,
and she didn't like it. Hang on...

So I suggest you have
another word with her, Sir,

to discourage her
from taking this forward,

otherwise I and the BPA

will bring Arma-fucking-geddon
down on the pair of you.

SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

Where did you want me
to put these, Mrs Baildon?

Liz dropped them in this morning,
for Mother's Day.

The bin.

I'm sorry?

If she thinks I'm only worth
a-day-late petrol station flowers,

then I'd really rather
she didn't bother.

Oh, you think butter wouldn't melt,
don't you, Eugenia?

Well, I could tell you a thing
or two about our Elizabeth

that would make your hair turn grey.

You've been in the wars, we hear?
Like I was going to win that one!

Well, genuinely,
thank you for not cancelling today,

we all appreciate it.
You're welcome.

I know how hard it is
to get everyone in the same room.

Is it OK if we dive straight in?

Of course. Yes. Erm...

So...

I wonder, then,
if we could start, Elizabeth,

by you giving us a potted history,
as it were, of your career to date?

Just be useful to hear a bit about,
well, where you've come from.

Absolutely.

Well...

I think it's fair to say
that when I told my parents

I wanted to be a police officer,

they could not
have been less pleased.

I'd just completed
a classics degree at Balliol,

so it wasn't quite what they were
expecting me to do next.

..working as a constable in Walsall
for three years

was a total eye-opener for me.

I'd come from
a privileged background...

..I would love to improve the
public's perception of who we are.

I would love them
to see past the uniform.

..I almost think somehow
we've become the enemy...

..part of my job is
to make my fellow officers

feel proud to do what they do.

Because I genuinely think
they should feel proud, hugely so.

For not the biggest salary
in the world,

they risk their lives
on a daily basis.

They walk toward danger
on a daily basis.

They protect and serve
and help the British public,

on a daily basis. Now, I think
that's pretty damn impressive

and I think
it's a key part of my job

to remind
the British public of that.

On a daily basis, if needs be.

THEY CHUCKLE

Well, thank you, Elizabeth,
that was most impressive.

Thank you.
Here-here.

Jerome?

Hi.

Cassie Stuart. Nice to meet you.

I've unblocked three toilets today,
so I wouldn't, if I were you.

Ah...
Come on in.

I obviously never met him,
nor did I meet my grandparents,

cos they led pretty chaotic lives.

Drink and drugs
and all that sort of crap.

His girlfriend, my mum,
had similar problems

and died when I was seven,

which meant
I was mainly raised in care, so...

..I just don't feel any...

serious emotional connection to him.

Of course. I also have a wife
and a little one of my own and...

His life was just so messed up
and tragic and...

..dirty. I just don't want
any of that, kind of,

infecting my family now.

Does that make any sense?
Absolutely.

I mean, if you need me to give you
a DNA swab, to help identify him,

I'm more than happy to do that,
but that's about it, really.

No, I completely understand.

And thank you for that,
the DNA thing,

that would be very useful.

I am gonna be cheeky
and ask one question, if I may?

Go on.

So, our files say that at the time
of his disappearance,

your father was living
with his older brother, Clive,

in a squat in north London.

And we believe Clive was the
last person who actually knew him,

to see him alive,
so we'd love to speak to him.

And we just wondered
if you had any contact details?

Or even if you knew
if he was still alive?

Clive actually used to send me
Christmas cards up until about...

four, five years ago?

I think I kept them somewhere.
They might have an address on them.

I'll have a look at home,
see what I can find.

I'd really appreciate it. Thank you.

So, what are you gonna do?

About the woman or the baby?

Both? Either?

The woman,
I'll wait and see what she does.

If she makes it formal,
I'll fucking destroy her.

And you haven't considered,
this time, maybe just....

speaking to her?
Maybe apologising?

For what, being the wrong colour?

And you're 100% sure
this is about colour?

It couldn't just be two pissed
people getting it slightly wrong?

Mm-mm, no.
Mate...

Bal... Trust me.

When you've had 30 years
of what I have,

30 years of shit jokes
about corner shops and Gandhi,

to having to fight twice as hard
for every promotion,

of having to fend off a million
attempts to basically get rid of me,

then you'll know what it's about,
what it's always about.

Well, I admire you, I do,

cos how you have managed to remain
so pissed off, for so many years...

Oh, it's easy, bruv.

I just look at you and dad and think
I never wanna end up like that.

What, happy?

Accepting...

of things that aren't right,
just cos,

"That's the way it's always been."

You don't get anywhere in this world
without fighting, mate.

And if I piss people off
along the way, good,

I'm doing something right.

You've done a lot right, then.

THEY LAUGH

And by the way, I am happy. Very.
Well, I hope so, I do.

Cos you give a very good impression
of being a bloke

who's still trying
to prove something.

Which is a shame, cos all we've
ever been is dead proud of you.

Hm, well, maybe tell
the old man that one day.

Mate, you and him are
more similar than you think.

Please, God, no.

He just wants the same as you, bro,
a little respect.

Now, go home and talk to your wife,
that is so much more important.

I love you, man.

I love you.

'I want to change it.'

Right. It's fine.

To what?

I want my half of the house
to go to Jenny.

OK.

So, you remember you always said
you wanted that to go to the kids...

Please don't patronise me, Cass.
I'm not, I'm just...

I remember perfectly well.

Fine.

But the boys are spoilt,
you said so yourself. Did I?

They need to earn their own money.

They need to go out there
and get themselves a job,

and giving them
a great big lump sum in the...

It was never gonna work like that,
Dad.

SHE TUTS

Your will says that,
in the event of your death...

..your equity stayed in the house
till I sell,

and then, uh, it goes into a trust
for them until they're 35.

Precisely because...
neither of us thought

it was good for them
to get a lump sum too young.

We...

We worked it all through
very carefully,

as soon as you were diagnosed,
if you remember.

Of course it's your choice,
I'm just...

..I'm not sure
what's made you change your mind.

FOOTSTEPS, DOOR OPENS

Anyone need another cuppa?

What are you implying?

Nothing.
It's a completely genuine question.

Do you know what
he's planning to do?

No, I have no idea.

We haven't discussed it.

It's his will,
it's entirely his business.

And don't you think you should
discuss it, given his condition?

SCOFFS

Maybe. But I suspect you'd have
something to say about it if I did.

This isn't what I wanted, Cassie.
To fall in love with a dying man.

But I did. We are where we are.

I have no other agenda here.

FOOTSTEPS DOWN STAIRS

He went out like a light.

So, how was your day?

How are we for Wednesday?

You getting any real work done?

Fundraising feels a lot realer
than importing air con systems.

Are we on target?
I think so.

We might even exceed it.
Serious?

I think we're in with a shout
of raising 110.

GASPS QUIETLY

So, do I get my sensory zone?

SHE SQUEALS
Do I?

We'll see.
Still got two tables left to sell.

You are such a star.

Mwah!

I don't know how you do it,
honestly.

And let ME make some phone calls
tomorrow about those two tables.

I can try the old Lloyds mob.
That's a good idea.

Oh, I meant to say...

Gotta nip over to France
in the morning, first thing.

A possible new client.

In-and-out job,
so I'll be back late afternoon.

Love?
Oh, no worries, babe.

Do you wanna play, Dad?

Sorry, mate,
million emails to answer.

Looks like you've got me again,
and I'm gonna...

AMERICAN ACCENT: ..whoop
your sorry ass this time.

Yeah, right.

Maybe take him out for a beer,

try and get a sense of whether
she is manipulating him or not.

I think that's a really bad idea.

Why?

I mean, take him out for a beer
cos it's a nice thing to do,

but I would absolutely not
start probing him about stuff.

How else can we know?
Well, maybe you can't.

Maybe you just...
have to let it run

and see how it...
See how it plays out.

She's known him less than 18 months,
John.

There's no WAY he'd do this
if he was in his right mind.

Yeah, I get all that, but...

JOHN EXHALES
Well, it just feels wrong to me.

Thanks.

Take him out for a beer,
he'd like that.

BAR CHATTER

PHONE RINGS

RINGING STOPS

Mate.

HE SIGHS

Another one in there, please, mate.

Don't be long, love.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE VIBRATES

Hello?
'How did it go?'

Mum!
'Yes,'

I blocked my number cos I knew
you wouldn't answer otherwise.

Wow.

Bit weird.

How did what go?

Don't be coy, Elizabeth.

Your job interview.

'Oh, did you think I didn't know?

'I'm sorry, I overheard you
on the phone last week.'

It went fine.

'Good. Because I have to say,
going for the top job...

'Well, I do admire your balls -

'under the circumstances, I mean.'

"Balls of steel,"

as your father used to say,
"balls of steel."

Anyway, night-night, sweetheart.

LINE GOES DEAD

SEAGULLS SQUAWK

SHE GROANS

MUTTERS

FOOTSTEPS DOWNSTAIRS

Hey.
Oh, hey, I didn't wake you, did I?

No, no.

Erm... I just got an email.

I got that job.

Oh, John.

Congratulations, that's...

brilliant.

Yeah, thanks.

So... that's, er, decision time,
really, cos if I take it,

it kind of means us
buying down there, you know?

Right.

Yeah, er...

OK.

Can we talk tonight?

I've gotta run.

Yeah, sure. And well done,
that's... really good news.

FRONT DOOR SHUTS

Morning. Morning, Anna.
Is he downstairs? Yes.

I'm doing a blood test in an hour.

Oh, hey, love.

You obviously don't have an opinion
one way or the other.

GROGGY: Jesus, sorry.

I do, of course I do.

HE COUGHS

Should we, er, talk now?
Grab a coffee and...?

I've been trying to speak to you
for the last 24 hours, Ram.

I know, I'm really sorry.
Something bad happened at work.

That is just not an excuse.

This is so much more important
than anything to do with work.

SIRENS IN BACKGROUND

I'm really sorry.

You're absolutely right,
can we talk now?

No, I'm not missing the blood test.

We'll talk tonight.

HE SIGHS

Rue de l'Eglise, s'il vous plait.

Jake?

Oh, where were they?
In here.

Are my eyes just crap,
or are they all illegible?

I can't read them. Must've got wet
and the writing's smudged.

You know what we need, don't ya,
us detectives?

What we actually need
is a magnifying glass.

THEY CHUCKLE

But in the absence
of Mr Holmes showing up...

..I reckon the lab
could do summat with them.

ENGINE STARTS

SIRENS BLARING

KNOCKING
Morning, Ram.

So...

Listen, ah, I did what I could,
I promise you.

Tried to convince her that this was
a misunderstanding of some sort.

But she's just called me from home

and she tells me she's too upset
to come in for the rest of the week.

Mm. And I'm afraid she is going to
be making a formal complaint

when she comes back.

EXHALES

Two Chief Constable commendations,
Paul.

Anyone else in this nick got two?

How many have even got one?

Well, like I said...

I'm sorry, but, er,
my hands are tied.

DOOR SHUTS

SIGHS IN RELIEF

EXHALES

OK, yeah.

Um, hold on a sec. H-Hold on.

So, the son's DNA swab gives us
a 50% match with Matthew Walsh.

The press office want to put out
a statement for the evening news.

I presume you need to speak
to Andrews first, though, yeah?

No.

Tell them it's fine.

Bigger the better.

We're good to go out tonight.
Thank you.

Night, Guv!
Night, Sir.

CHATTER FADING

DOOR SHUTS IN DISTANCE

TYPING

'There, it's all done.'

The van's parked where you said.

So, I'm throwing this phone away
now, so don't try to call me on it.

But, actually, don't try to call me
on any phones.

I did you a favour, Felix,
because we go back.

But that's it, debt paid.
Just for the avoidance of doubt...

..if you ask for one single thing
more, I will make you regret it.

OK, I think we might be in luck.

So, the initial training period
back then was just over six months.

Working back from the details
you've given me, there was an intake

that had their passing out parade
on the 30th March 1990.

And these are the records
of all the probationers that

started the training approximately
29 working weeks before

on September 4th 1989.

20 in each class,
and here in class 6/89C...

is Rob Fogerty.

There was only one Asian officer
in that intake - a Ramjeet Sidhu.

Who I have done checks on,

and who I can confirm is still
a serving police officer.

Where?
Twickenham.

Like yourself, he's a DCI,
but he's with Vice.

So, staying with 6/89C,

on the assumption that, if they went
to a passing out party together,

they were most likely
to have trained in the same group,

I quickly found the others.
So, here's your Dean.

A Dean Barton.

No longer serving.

In fact, he actually left very soon
after initial training, in mid-1990.

Wow, after just a few months?

Indeed, and similarly, in fact...

Fiona Grayson.

Left after only a year and a half,

having been posted
to Marylebone nick.

Statistically, is that unusual?

To have two probies leave so soon?

From one class, I'd say so.

And then, lastly, your Liz.

That's Liz Baildon.

THE Liz Baildon?
About to be appointed

Chief Constable of East Anglia
Police, by all accounts.

And you've checked there were
no other Lizzes on the course?

No. There were only 42 women
across that whole intake.

No other Lizzes, Beths, Elizas.

This IS Liz Baildon.

SHE SIGHS

They passed out
six months before me. Wow.

You didn't cross paths
with any of them?

No, no. Still weird, though.

SHE EXHALES

So, we do this by the book, Sunny.

Whatever they are now, any of them,
they all get treated the same.

Wouldn't have dreamt
of doing it any other way, boss.

What?

Just...

..as long as we're not trying
to settle scores here.

You think this is about my pension?

I just know the case for murder

involving any of these four
is paper-thin.

Right now, maybe,
but it won't be, trust me.

My least favourite expression.

OK, fine.

There is... a small bit of me
wants to punish someone.

Andrews, the Met.

Fuck it, the world sometimes,
but it really is a tiny bit, Sunny,

and if you see it getting in the way
at any point, you call me out on it.

So, what is this about?

It's about something.

I dunno, I just think,
sometimes, you need a kind of...

trick, to help you move on
from something. A kind of...

..sleight of hand.

And maybe mine's that,
if we can do this right,

if we can ignore who they are
and do it by the book...

then all the questions
might go away.

Walker, Finch... and the rest,
they might all go away.

And I might be able to sleep
at night.

It's a lot to ask for of one case.

Yeah, I don't have much choice...

PHONE RINGS
Fran.

I just spoke to the witness,
whose statement was never taken.

'Vivienne Hancock.'
Go on.

'We might have a connection.'

Between? 'Matthew Walsh and one
of the passengers in the car.'

Go on.

So, she was coming home
from a night out,

walking across this patch of grass,

and she sees this lad in running
gear running towards her...

Like, T-shirt and trackies,
running gear?

'Exactly. So, she sees this lad,
who runs across the grass,'

and then,
from a car parked by the road,

she sees another lad
running after him.

As in chasing, running?
'She didn't say that, but...'

And did she describe him at all,
this other guy?

No detail apart from one thing -
she said he was Asian.

NEWSREADER ON TV: '..to be sold and
abused over and over again.' Tea?

Ooh.
'Lucy Watson, News at Ten.'

'The Metropolitan police
today released details

'of a macabre discovery
made in East London.'

'The headless and handless body
of a man -

'believed to be missing Farnham Park
resident Matthew Walsh -

'was found in a Leytonstone
scrapyard on Thursday morning.'

MALE NEWSREADER: 'The remains
of Matthew Walsh,

'who actually went missing
in March of 1990,

'have been described by detectives
as being "perfectly preserved".'

'..leading to speculation
that his body

'may have been kept in a freezer
in the intervening 30 years.

'Police say they have now
opened a new investigation

'and urge anyone
with any information

'surrounding Mr Walsh's
disappearance to get in touch.'

MUG SHATTERING
Love?!

It's just shock, sweetheart.

It's delayed shock.

From the assault.

You're just in shock
from that bastard attacking you.

Let's sit you down.

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