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You know, I couldn't
do this without you.

♪

Happy birthday, Alan.

What's this? Vinyl?

Nils Frahm?

- How did you know?
- Mm, you said you liked it.

About six months
ago. Thanks, Annie.

- Hey, is that your mum and dad?
- Yeah, yeah.

She taking you to the cleaners?

The cleaners, every shop on the
high street and back home again.

You got me pork scratchings?

Why don't you have a tub
of lard and have done with it?

Junk food's not as
bad as you think.

For instance, these give
you one percent of your RDA,

that's Recommended Daily
Allowance of Riboflavin.

Yeah, and 100 percent of
your crap food allowance.

Just... excuse me one minute.

David. You're early.

Conference call was cancelled.

David!

Hope you don't mind
me crashing the party.

- 'Course not. Good to see you.
- You too.

I'll be right back.

Top right.

I wasn't sure what to get.

I wanted actually to get you...

I said we'd only get
you the wrong thing.

Or something you
already had, so...

That's... that's great, Mum.

It a bit impersonal.

It's lovely. Thanks.

Happy birthday, love.

Well, thanks for coming.
You know, both of you.

Banks.

Where?

Right, I'm on my way.

They're here.

Bloke working on the
railway was relieving himself.

Looks like a fox dug her up.

No ID on her. No
wallet, no phone, nothing.

How long's she been in there?

Not long. A day, maybe.

Call misspers, see if anyone
matching her description's been reported.

From the contents
of her stomach,

I'd say time of death

was between 12 and 14 hours ago.

And, of course,
blunt force trauma,

here and here,

consistent with her striking or
being struck by something heavy.

- And that's what killed her?
- The first one, no.

Just knocked her out, I'd say.

That's the one that killed her.

What makes it interesting
is that traces of soil

were found in her lungs.

Somewhere between these
blows, they tried to bury her.

- While she was still alive?
- Looks like it.

Then they finished her off.

- What are our chances of ID-ing her?
- Not much to go on, I'm afraid.

No dental work, so no
records to compare her to.

Great.

Still, it's not all bad news.

She had this tattoo on
the base of her neck.

It must mean something.
Find out what, Annie.

If she had it done locally,
someone might remember her.

From the traces found on her
fingers, it looks like she'd recently

been handling acetone,
shellac and ethyl methacrylate.

Which are all substances
found in nail bars and spas.

So maybe that's
where she worked.

If she did, someone
is gonna miss her.

There are nail bars everywhere.

Yeah, she had a receipt in her
jeans pocket. A chippy in Castleford.

That's where we start.

That's what? 20 miles away
from where she was found.

Twenty five.

That's every nail
bar, salon and spa

within a ten mile radius
of the town center.

Ken, you're with me.

- I was on missing persons.
- Well, now you're on nails.

Preliminary forensic
report's in, sir.

We've got carpet fibers on
her jersey. Grey, nylon cut pile.

Could be from a car.

And we've got a male hair
from under her fingernail.

Still has its root, so
chances are it was pulled out.

Did you run it
against the data base?

No DNA match.

What about swabs?

All negative. Oral and vaginal.

No sperm, no
lubricants, no spermicide.

She hadn't had sex.
Well, not recently.

Thanks, Tariq.

It's the Cross of
Liberty, the tattoo.

It's Estonian.

I've called 27 tattoo parlors.
None of them have heard of it.

She probably had it done there.

But if she's Estonian, then other
Estonians might remember her.

- It can't be that big a community.
- It's not.

And they have a Social
Club in Castleford.

You're very chipper this
morning. No sore head?

I may be a year older, but
my powers of recuperation

have remained undimmed.

I know partners weren't
invited. I'm sorry if David...

Oh, he didn't.

- I don't want this to be a problem.
- It isn't.

Good.

He makes you happy? David.

I mean, before, he wasn't
around, and then he was around...

Yeah, he does.
And it's right for Isla.

You know, I know it's only been
a couple of months, but she's...

she's happy 'cause I am.

Good.

Looks like Katrin.

Do you know her surname?

She only came here
occasionally. What happened?

She was murdered.

How well did you know her?

I... I didn't.

She didn't talk much. She would
come in for a beer sometimes.

Did she come in with anyone,
a boyfriend, anything like that?

I never saw one.

She seemed... lonely.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to harm her?

She got into a
fight. I know that.

There's this guy who yells
at us sometimes outside.

"Eastern European scum
go home," things like that.

When was this?

Couple of days ago.
Just around the corner.

Katrin really went for him.

That's the lot.

My feet are killing me. I
could do with a mani-pedi.

- Manicure and pedicure.
- I know what it means.

They had a leaflet.

Cuticle treatment,
leg and foot massage

with hot oil to
nourish dry skin.

We need to widen the search.

According to immigration, a Katrin
Vesik arrived three weeks ago.

Twenty-eight, address in Pollu,
a small town outside Tallinn.

Her mother's been contacted.
She's flying in to formally ID the body.

And I've got a lead on
the bloke that Katrin hit.

His name's Shane
Harris. Watch this.

That's Katrin Vesik in
Castleford High Street.

A bit of verbal from Harris.

Bloody hell!

That'll learn you.

Yeah, that's Katrin.

How long had she worked here?

Not long. A couple of week.

- Did she mention any problems?
- No.

- Boyfriend trouble, anything?
- No.

Money worries?

- We didn't talk.
- Sorry, sorry.

Through there, Robbie.

I'm gonna need to speak
to everyone who works here.

- Well, we're pretty busy.
- Somewhere quiet, please.

Shane Harris?

No. I'm Brad Pitt.

DS Cabbot. This is DC
Lang. We want a word.

- Yeah, well, I don't.
- Ay, won't take a minute.

Just wanna ask you a
few questions. That's all.

Let go!

- Calm down.
- Don't touch me, you filthy Paki.

You all right down there, Brad?

She just went for me. She was
crazy. I wasn't doing nothing.

Apart from telling
them all to go home.

I had a job once.
I was a mechanic.

Got all my qualifications,
NVQs, the lot.

Worked in a little garage, yeah?

Pretty soon I was the
only one speaking English.

Poles, Czechs,
you name it, yeah.

Then me boss wants me to take a
pay cut. I say no and guess what?

I get replaced by a
Bulgarian who's cheaper.

And how was that
Katrin Vesik's fault?

Where were you Tuesday night?

- Oh, come on, you don't think I...
- So where were you then?

- At home.
- All night.

- Yeah.
- Anybody verify that?

No.

Listen, I might want people
like her out the country.

I don't want 'em dead.

- I didn't know her.
- Even though you worked with her?

I don't do nails. Just
shampooing, sweeping up.

We're meant to chat with
the clients. Not each other.

Still. Lunchtime, on your break?

No.

- Not even a quick chat.
- I told you.

I got to get back to work.

Yes. Yes. Of course,
I'm leaving now.

Katrin Vesik. I ran her name.

- No-one's reported her missing.
- OK.

But she made a report.

She filed a Missing Persons
report on her sister Annika.

Here, three weeks ago.

She was looking for her sister?

Yeah.

Okay. Well see
where that leads you.

I have to go to hospital.

My mum's had a stroke.

Excuse me, uh, I'm Alan
Banks. I'm looking for my mother.

- Your father's with her now.
- Good.

I don't know whether you've
made arrangements for removal,

or whether you'd
like us to do it for you.

I'm sorry?

As I explained to your father, we
have to conduct an examination.

Just to determine
the cause of death.

Ida Banks. She had a stroke.

Yeah, but then she...

Didn't your Dad call you?

It happened half an hour ago.

It was very quick.

There was nothing we could
do. I thought you'd been told.

I'm really sorry.

Dad?

I wasn't here.

I went to get her some water.

I never even got to say goodbye.

Your funeral directors will be
able to take the body tomorrow,

after the post mortem.

Here are some useful
numbers and organizations,

if you or your Dad need to talk.

Thank you.

Uh... we have your
mother's belongings.

Dad will want them.

Uh...

He doesn't wanna leave her.

Is that okay?

Yeah, it's fine.
We'll look after him.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Alan, how's your mum?

Hey?

She died, Annie.

Oh, no.

I'm so sorry.

Katrin Vesik's mother's arrived.

She's with the translator.

- I can do the formal ID...
- No, no.

She's travelled all
this way. Come on.

Mrs. Vesik?

This is DCI Banks.

Inspector Banks.

Thank you for coming.

She was going to study medicine.

A scholarship.

This is Annika's fault.

Her sister?

She was always in trouble.

Boys.

Then drugs.

Take your time.

Sorry.

My girls.

Last summer.

Soon after that,
Annika came here.

For a while, she kept in touch.

And then...

nothing.

She just stopped?

Yes. Yes.

Katrin was worried.

So she followed her here.

We'll need Katrin's mobile
number and her address.

Yes. Yes.

Do you have Annika's too?

No. No. No.

Find my baby girl.

- I've lost one.
- Please.

- I - can't lose another.

Annika Vesik. What
did she get mixed up in?

We know she was a drug user. We
know she didn't have much money.

You think she's still alive?

We're hoping.

In the meantime, let's
check homeless shelters,

hospitals, morgues,
needle exchange centers.

Anywhere that an
addict might go for help.

We've now got Katrin Vesik's
mobile number. It's a pay-as-you-go.

Get onto her provider, Ken.

Get them to pull
out her records.

If we can get Annika's
number off Katrin's phone,

we might be able to
triangulate it. You never know.

- If it hasn't been destroyed.
- Thank you, Ken.

Thanks everyone. That's all.

You know, you don't need to be
here. No-one'd think badly of you.

I'm fine.

Right.

Katrin Vesik's flat. You coming?

Alan...

What do you think
we're looking at?

Burglary?

I don't know. It's hard to
tell if anything's been taken.

Maybe Katrin disturbed them.

Or this is where
she was grabbed.

We've looked at both
sisters' social media sites:

Facebook, Twitter
feeds, Instagram, the lot.

- And?
- Well, nothing so far.

Annika's last post was a
Facebook like two months ago.

Katrin put up a load of
messages about finding Annika.

Last one eight days ago.

Keep looking.

And boss?

Sorry to hear about your mum.

- Anyway. I just...
- And I appreciate it, Ken.

Anything?

The guide book we
found at Katrin Vesik's flat -

there was a partial
thumb print. Not hers.

We ran it. Found a match.

Jodie Nash.

She's worked at the
salon for about six months.

I talked to her but she said she
knew nothing about Katrin Vesik.

Registered drug addict. Got
nine months for possession

but reduced term
for getting treatment.

And we spoke to the drugs
project she was attending.

- Stopped going four months ago.
- You think she's using again.

I saw recent track marks. So,
yeah, I'd say she's got a habit to feed.

Why lie about
knowing Katrin Vesik?

- Mm.
- Katrin's phone records.

We got Annika's
number from the texts.

But there's no activity.
Nothing for six weeks.

But we did find this.
On the night Katrin died,

she made a 999 call.

Emergency. Which service?

Fire, ambulance or police?

The police. I need the police.

I need to tell them.

Caller, where are you?

Oh, God!

If you need an emergency
service and cannot speak,

please press the
five key twice now.

Hurry.

When was that call logged?

22:06. There wasn't
time to trace it.

And a few hours
later, she's dead.

So she comes over here,
is looking for her sister,

she goes to work in a nail bar.

What happened to her? I
mean, why is she calling 999?

You think Jodie Nash knows?

She's obviously
hiding something.

Maybe she was helping
Katrin find Annika.

Maybe she knows where Annika
is. Or at least what happened.

- You want us to pull her in?
- No. Not yet.

I wanna find out what she does,
where she goes, who she sees.

You and Tariq, watch
her, starting tonight.

I wanna see where
she takes us. Thanks.

I think we're on.

There's Jodie.

Looks like they're
gonna wait for her.

Dad?

I'll just put this here.

Do you mind if I take
these home with me?

Help yourself.

If you like, I can phone people,

let them know what
time the funeral is.

I can do that.

I can come up tomorrow.

No need.

Don't bother yourself.

Dad...

Just make sure you shut the
front door properly on your way out.

It sticks.

A car picks Jodi up at 8:30.

Drops her at the Royal
Cedar Hotel, the car waits.

- Where did she go afterwards?
- Back home. No other appointments.

So she's definitely on the game.

Maybe Katrin and
Annika Vesik were too.

We went back to the hotel later.
No-one recognized them there.

The manager was shocked

that such a thing should
be happening in his hotel.

- Of course he was.
- What about the driver?

The car's registered
to a Michael Osgood.

Hang on.

I've seen them before.

They were at the
salon, making deliveries.

Right, you're with me.
Annie, pick up Jodie Nash.

Morning Jodie.

Look at him dance, the spakker.

His dad's coming! Run!

What do you think you're doing?
What do you think you're playing at, hey?

Let him go.

Please.

Little shit!

Have you told anyone about this?

I reported them once before.

The next day, they
got him on his own.

Cornered him.

He's autistic.

They do that, too?

Couple of days ago.

I'm DCI Banks, Mr. Osgood.
This is DI Morton.

- How do you know my name?
- Just wanna ask you a few questions.

Do you know Katrin Vesik?

Hey! Hey! Stop, come
here, come here, come here!

Robbie! Robbie! It's all
right. We're okay! We're okay!

Why did you lie about
not knowing Katrin Vesik?

What about her sister,
Annika? You know her too?

Do you know where she is?

You need to start talking.

When do you next
need to score, Jodie?

I've got...

22 hours, 41 minutes

before I need to release
you. How long have you got?

Annika worked in the salon.

With her sister?

She'd gone before
Katrin arrived.

Where is she now?

No idea.

Annika was messed up.

Drugs and stuff.

A few of the punters
started to complain.

- She was an escort too?
- Yeah, until they fired her.

Annika went bat shit.

She lost it completely.

She needed the money.

She was just yelling
her head off in the street.

- Next thing I know, she's gone.
- Where?

I don't know.

She just wasn't in the salon
any more. Maybe she left town.

Who are 'they'?

You said "they fired her." Who?

Annika's missing, Jodie.

She could be in real danger.

Her sister was
killed looking for her.

Help her, while you still can.

Help me.

Did you know Katrin well?

Robbie?

Is that a Hermann, Spur-thigh
or a Homes hingeback?

It... it's a Spur-thigh.

My boys have got a tortoise.

We used to give him dandelions.

- Not... not the stems, though.
- No they're poisonous, aren't they?

Does he have a name?

Buzz.

When did you last see Katrin?

A few nights ago.

How well did you know her?

I met her at the salon.

She was nice to Robbie.

Was she a prostitute?

No. She weren't like that.

What about her sister?
What about Annika?

- Yeah. For a while.
- But not now?

And where's Annika now?

I don't know.

Bu you were helping
Katrin find her?

I did what I could.
It weren't much.

- What about Robbie? Did he help her?
- No.

But they were friends.

Not like that.

Where was he Tuesday night?

Oh, come on, you...

We were both here. All night.

And you can prove that?

We had a pizza delivered.

It's hard, though, isn't
it? Getting picked on.

Mm.

Still. You got friends.

Like Katrin?

How well did you
know her, Robbie?

She were my best friend.

When was the last
time you saw her?

It's all right. It's
okay! Robbie!

- Who pays you?
- What?

To drive the girls around. Whose
making their money off them?

It's all right, Robbie.

It's okay.

Robbie? Shh, shh, shh!

I was asking him about
the night Katrin died.

- Not any more, you're not.
- Who pays you to drive the girls?

Shh, shh, shh. I
want you to leave.

When I get an answer. Who
runs the girls? I need a name.

Jason McCready.

Now get lost!

Come on, son. Come on. I've
got you. It's all right, it's all right.

Who are you?

DCI Banks.

I'm looking for Jason McCready.

Yeah, that's me.

- Do you know Annika Vesik?
- Who?

- She's one of your prostitutes.
- Escorts.

I run a legitimate business.
I offer adult company,

- for an hour, for dinner, whatever.
- They're prostitutes.

No.

Of course, if two consenting
adults wanna take things further,

then I can hardly
stop 'em, can I?

- Do you know where she is?
- I wish I did. She owes me money.

- What about her? Do you know her?
- Should I?

That's Annika's sister, Katrin.
She worked in your salon.

Lots of girls work in my salon.

I said worked, Mr. McCready.
She was murdered.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But it's got nothing
to do with me.

Where does all this end up?

Pies.

Helen.

I've been talking to Robbie
Osgood's occupational therapist.

- And?
- On top of the autism,

he's got Obsessive
Compulsive Disorder.

He'd formed a very strong
attachment to Katrin Vesik.

What if it got out of hand?

She wasn't interested
and he lost his temper?

Well, the same could be
said of Michael Osgood.

Ferrying all those girls
around. Lonely, no wife.

I think they're
hiding something.

Tread carefully, okay?

Sorry about your mum.

Oh. Thank you.

When my dad died, everyone
said, "Oh, it's for the best,"

and, "He's gone
to a better place."

Only it wasn't, and he hadn't.

I mean, we all
know there isn't any.

You know, heaven.

It's all just a construct to help
answer basic existential doubt...

Thank you, Helen.

It gets better. That
much I do know.

Thank you.

The McCready's
have quite an empire.

Scrap metal, the salon, meat
processing, holiday homes.

All legit and above board. All owned
by Maureen McCready, the mum.

Jason runs them for her.

You think he runs
the girls for her, too?

Woah. Easy. Easy!

Mrs. MCREADY: Get in!

- Maureen McCready?
- And you are?

DCI Banks. DS Cabbot.

You better come in.

When Jason's dad passed
away, he left me these businesses.

At first, I was just
gonna sell them.

Then I thought, no. He'd worked so
hard building 'em up, it'd be wrong.

They were his
legacy, do you see?

But I don't really have
much of a head for business.

Jason, though, is a natural.

- You sure you won't have one?
- Fine thanks.

You really should ask him.

We have.

Then I'm sure he's told you,

we've never had any trouble with
the law and I'm not about to start.

Sorry, love, never
seen her before.

Oh.

She was one of
your son's prostitutes.

You have a job to do.

I understand that.

And I'm sorry to hear
about this poor girl.

But I have five different businesses.
Each with their own headaches.

I don't worry too much
about the day-to-day stuff.

Hiring and firing and
whatnot. I let Jason do that.

His blood pressure's lower.

- Can I help?
- Pretty comprehensive.

Tell me again when it happened.

- Tuesday night. Late.
- You and Robbie were both at home.

That's right. Came
out, it was already alight.

Anyone see who did it?

They never do.

Robbie home?

He's dropping some
stuff off at the salon.

So Robbie drives?

Yeah.

Well, his problems are more
social than being able to do things.

Making friends.

People confuse him.

It makes him vulnerable.

But driving, he does that well.

Just don't use him if you want
something delivered quickly.

How do you mean?

Well, I don't think Robbie's gonna
get a speeding ticket any time soon.

Just the two of you?

Becky walked out
on us a few years ago.

We got over it.
Now it's just us.

So what's Robbie driving?

My car.

I borrow that from
work. Borrowed.

You're lucky they
didn't torch both cars.

Mine was in the garage
that night. New brake linings.

What color carpet did this have?

Grey. Why?

Robbie said Katrin
was his best friend.

And that's all she was.

Don't you think he might
have felt differently?

Maybe misread
signs? Got confused?

Does he still struggle
with his temper?

I spoke to his therapist. She
says he lashes out sometimes.

Robbie likes order.

And when things don't do what they're
supposed to do, he gets frustrated.

Pens that don't write. Scissors
that don't cut. That sort of thing?

That's right.

What about people?

I'd like you and Robbie to come
down to the station tomorrow.

- Why?
- I wanna talk to Robbie.

I'll need him to
give a DNA sample.

You may want a
solicitor present.

- I - built this
business, Jason.

With no help from your
waste of space father.

He was too busy chasing women.

I did it all by meself.

Built the business up
from nothing. And how?

By making sure I didn't
do anything stupid.

By knowing where
to draw the line.

And by knowing what stupid
nonsense to stay clear of.

Tarts, Jason!

The police've got nothing.

I promise.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Ssh! Ssh! Ssh! You
wait here, all right?

Go away!

Robbie.

I'm... I'm... I'm sorry.

That's okay.

- I tried to stop.
- I know.

You... you... you're not mad?

Never.

I'm sorry.

You don't ever have to
apologize to me. Okay?

Come here.

Hello, you've reached
Ida and Arthur,

or should I say Arthur and Ida.

I'm afraid we can't talk right now,
so if you'd like to leave a message,

we'll talk to you
as soon as we can.

- Got him?
- Yeah.

- You okay?
- Yeah. There's one more inside.

Neighbors reported seeing
the flames around midnight.

They managed to get Michael Osgood
out before the whole place went up.

Robbie?

Never stood a chance.

How soon before I get
to speak to Michael?

He's pretty bad.

They said they'd call
the minute he wakes up.

It was arson.

Preliminary investigation's revealed
traces of accelerant at the scene.

Specifically white spirit
on the floor of the hall,

and on the inside
of the front door.

And the remains of
fireworks used to ignite it.

So this is, what? A
prank that went wrong?

Well, that's one possibility.

But Michael Osgood was also due

to bring his son Robbie in here
for an interview this morning.

Maybe they knew something. Maybe
someone didn't want them to share it.

I'm gonna want the
ex-wife's address.

We're looking at two avenues:

one, we look at Michael
and Robbie Osgood

in connection with
Katrin Vesik's murder.

We find out all we
can about them.

Michael Osgood did time.
So known associates, anything.

And two, we treat them
both as separate for now

which means we get those kids
who tormented the Osgoods in here.

And we put the
fear of God in them.

That's all everyone. Thanks.

Ken, just wanted
to go through this.

- Anything on Annika Vesik?
- Not yet.

Okay.

If she's out there,
we'll find her.

Yeah.

She's over there.

Thanks.

I knew something
like this would happen.

The fire?

Something bad.

Because of the bullying?

Because when you get sucked
into Jason McCready's world,

shit always happens.

May I ask why you left Michael?

'Cause nothing ever changed.

When we first got together, Jason
was throwing Michael scraps of work.

He just wanted to keep
his head above water,

especially when
Robbie came along.

He did time for
handling stolen goods.

Doing someone a favor.

That's what he does.

Favors.

When he got out, Michael
promised me it'd be different,

that we'd move
away, start again.

But Jason was still there.

I couldn't... take
it. Not anymore.

Did Michael ever talk about
someone called Annika?

- No.
- What about Katrin?

Who're they? Jason's tarts?

Michael said he
was helping Katrin.

Sounds about right.

He was always a
sucker for a sob story.

He's a nice guy.

It's why I married him.

He were lovely,
Michael. Always polite.

Always took really
good care of his kid.

Then they do this.

Why do you think
it was deliberate?

I don't. I've no idea.

The kids that bullied Michael and
Robbie. Do they live round here?

I just need a name.

A young man was
killed in that house.

That's murder.

Gary. Gary McCready.

Gary McCready?

- In you go.
- Mrs. McCready. What you doing here?

Just looking out for
me grandson. Get in.

- He's Jason McCready's son?
- Nephew.

- Mm. Keep me posted.
- Will do.

- Shellfish?
- Yes.

I apprehended the suspect
applying reasonable force

and by taking advantage of
the circumstances at the time.

Using a bag of cockles?

- Yes.
- Where's Annie?

She got a foot in the
face. She's at the hospital.

- She okay?
- They're checking for concussion.

- She'll be fine.
- Well I'm going over there anyway,

get an update on Michael Osgood.

Right.

He's told you. He
didn't start any fire.

- What about the car?
- What car?

Someone torched Michael
Osgood's estate car.

- He didn't do that, either...
- I'm asking him.

- Wasn't me.
- There you go.

This is a statement
made by the owner

of a hardware store half
a mile from your home.

So?

He says he sold Gary three
liters of white spirit three days ago.

Yeah. I use it to clean
me paint brushes.

Really?

It's not illegal to
buy white spirit.

No. But you can start
a hell of a fire with it.

Is that all you got? Bloke in an
overall and a bit of guesswork?

Mrs. McCready, you're in this
room as the Appropriate Adult.

So unless my questions are
confusing, repetitive or oppressive...

And they're not, are
they? No, I didn't think so.

You don't get to interrupt,
you don't offer legal advice,

and you let me conduct this
interview as I see fit, all right?

- So where is it?
- Where's what?

The white spirit you bought.

- It's gone.
- You must have a lot of brushes.

Maybe it was that retard did it.

He's thick as shit.
You ever think of that?

Okay, Gary, this is
what's gonna happen:

we're gonna lock you up in a cell
while we continue to gather evidence

because I think you started that
fire that killed Robbie Osgood.

Manslaughter, Gary,
at the very least.

Although, between you and
me, I'll be pressing for murder.

Ah, don't be sad.

Yeah, I'll call you later.

Okay?

All right. All right.
Bye then. Bye.

You're smoking.

You're not so bad yourself.

- You okay?
- Cheers.

All his life, Robbie's had to
put up with that sort of crap.

They single you out
and the pack just...

Let's get the rest of
Gary's little posse in here.

See if we can
rattle a few cages.

Pretty weird though, isn't it?

Torching the house of someone
who works for your uncle.

Not if Uncle Jason
told him to do it.

Let's get him to cough to
the fire first. Then we'll see.

David!

Any news?

Uh, they're looking at her now.

Dress down Friday, is it?

Training in my lunch hour.
Ironman triathlon in three months.

Ironman?

Regular triathlon not
hard enough for you, eh?

- You run?
- Run? Me?

No. I just jump...
to conclusions.

- You okay?
- Totally.

You had me worried.

Alan, you didn't need to come.

No... No, I'm actually here
to see Michael Osgood.

No, I wasn't... But I just thought
I'd pop down, see that you're okay.

And I am. Okay, that is.

Good. I will see you tomorrow.

- Nice of him.
- Yeah, wasn't it?

Hello? Hello? It's
me. It's Annika.

You... You have
to help me. Please.

Come and get me. I...

I don't know who else...

Ryan Cookson. He's
in your gang, isn't he?

- Maybe.
- Yeah, we been talking to him.

He lasted about five minutes
before dropping you right in it.

Told us about the
fireworks you put

through Michael Osgood's
letterbox last night.

White spirit and fireworks.

Traces of both were found
by the fire investigators.

Let me make it easy for you.
You wanted to give them a scare.

So you poured white
spirit through the letterbox.

- No.
- Then you set off the fireworks.

Maybe you didn't expect
it to burn as fast as it did.

- That didn't happen.
- Eye witness statements,

physical evidence,
a history of attacks.

I think we've got
enough, don't you?

Hey.

Yeah, we did the fireworks,
yeah. But that was earlier.

Around teatime and
just a few fireworks.

What about the white spirit?

I didn't put it
in the letterbox.

I used it on his car.

And this was when?

Tuesday evening.

We waited till Robbie got
back and they'd gone to sleep

- and then we burned the car.
- So Robbie was out on Tuesday night?

Yeah.

What time did he get back?

The office opposite had
just closed. So, about 11.

Right.

Michael Osgood was
home the night Katrin died.

The pizza delivery and now
Gary McCready give him an alibi.

But Robbie wasn't there. His
father lied about that. Why?

You mean, apart
from the obvious?

You know that hair they
recovered from Katrin's body?

Get onto the lab. See how hard it
is to get DNA from a burnt corpse.

On the night that Katrin died,

you told us that Robbie
was at home with you.

I've just had a phone
call from my colleague.

We now have a witness who says

that they saw him return
home in your car around 11pm.

Do you wanna tell me why those
two accounts are so different?

I didn't...

I didn't want you to think...

that he'd had anything to do
with... what happened to her.

So where'd he been?

Just... just driving.

He... he likes to drive.
He likes the rules.

Um... What you can and can't do.

A place for everything. Order.

He... he shouldn't've
died alone.

Not like that.

Not without me.

My son.

My son.

Yes, Ken. What is it?

About 40 minutes, why?

What?

They were looking
for a murder weapon.

One of them noticed the
ground had been disturbed.

Nothing in the pockets.
Nothing nearby.

No ID. Just like before.

White male, no
distinguishing features

and as yet, no
known cause of death.

From rate of decay, their guess is
he was buried about three months ago.

Okay, so that's where we
start, with the misspers reports.

Think he was put there by the
same person that killed Katrin Vesik?

I'd say there was a good
chance, wouldn't you?

Any more bodies out here?

Mid-50's, I'd say. Malnourished.

His hair and nails show
signs of vitamin deficiency,

longitudinal ridging,
that sort of thing.

So I wouldn't set too
much store by his diet.

He didn't take very
good care of himself at all.

He had an impacted molar which
should've been seen to and wasn't.

- Must've hurt like hell.
- Any distinguishing features?

No nice tattoos, I'm afraid,
and unfortunately with this one,

we're past the point
of getting usable prints.

- Cause of death?
- That's the interesting bit.

There's no sign of trauma, no entry
or exit wounds, no ligature marks.

But I did find signs of
coronary thrombosis.

He died of a heart attack?

I'd say so.

Why bury someone who
died of natural causes?

- Oh, you needn't do that.
- I know.

I haven't lost the use
of my legs, you know.

I'm quite capable of
going down the shops.

Except you haven't, have you?

You look like you've been
living off cheese and crackers.

So?

I don't need help. Or charity.

It's a bit Wallace
and Gromit, isn't it?

Don't you condescend me.

I wasn't.

- You're loving this, aren't you?
- Dad, please.

All because we were closer to Roy
than you. And who's fault was that?

At least your brother
made the effort.

You.. You just pissed
off, joined the police...

Roy's gone, Dad, just like Mum.

It's just you and me now.

We're all that we've got left.

Sentimental crap.

You never came here
when your mother was alive.

So why bother now?

- I want you to leave.
- I'm sorry.

Now.

Morning. How's the
walking wounded?

Stumbling. But upright.

Nice of him to give you a lift.

Tandem got a puncture, has it?

No. He insisted.

Obviously I'm not
capable of catching the bus.

Obviously.

You probably shouldn't have
come to the hospital yesterday.

I was in the building, was just
giving a bit of moral support.

I was fine.

Okay.

But thanks.

For bothering.

Annie, um, I was wondering...

You see tomorrow's
Mum's funeral,

and, uh, I just...

I mean, it wouldn't
be for very long...

You want me to come?

Well, I could probably do
with the moral support myself.

I can't.

- I'm sorry I...
- Boss?

Duty Sergeant just called up.

Uniforms picked up
Shane Harris an hour ago.

Fighting migrants again?

Dealing smack. He
wants to see you.

This girl Annika
you're looking for...

Maybe I can help you with that.

Fancy a bit of
bargaining, do you?

You were caught with
a pocketful of baggies.

Possession with intent to supply.
You think you've got some wiggle room?

- She called me.
- Annika?

- Yesterday.
- Why would she call you?

I'm her dealer.

- What did she say?
- She wanted me to come and get her.

- Where was she?
- She didn't say.

She sort of cried out.

There was some scuffling
noise, and then nothing.

Come on, that's gotta be
worth something, hasn't it?

So, according to Shane
Harris's phone records,

he received a call
from here yesterday.

Where's she been?
What's she been doing?

Looks like there's been a fight.

So if someone
took her from here,

they can only've gone
in one of two directions.

Let's find the CCTV cameras,
public, private. I don't care.

I want to know who was
on this road yesterday

and where they went.

Okay. Thanks.

Initial forensics on
the body are back.

Soil samples from his boots match
ones taken from Katrin Vesik's shoes

which we know don't match
where they were buried.

So they were both recently
at the same location.

Yeah.

I think we've got something.

We think Annika Vesik
was taken yesterday

from a phone box on Heston road.

There's no CCTV
on this stretch of road,

but half a mile east of the phone
box there's a private security camera

installed on a pub
that's being renovated.

And a mile to the west there's
another camera on a farm.

So we've got a mile and a half
stretch of no turn ins or side roads.

Cars go by this camera,
and a few minutes later

there they are passing by here,
both directions, as you'd expect.

Except this one.

It passes the farm,
but at the pub, nothing.

Instead, eight
minutes later, there it is

going back past the
farm, the way it came.

So it turned round.

At exactly the same time

Annika was making
her call to Shane Harris.

- The Sierra, have you got a number?
- Ah, only a partial.

The plate's obscured by mud.

Just spoken to the DVLA.

We've got a match with 14 Sierras
in the Greater Yorkshire area.

And one of them belongs
to Jason McCready.

You again? What do you want?

- Where's Annika Vesik.
- I've no idea.

- You've got no idea? All right.
- No idea.

Woah! Woah! Woah! You
can't just go where you like!

Yeah? This warrant
says that I can.

Mr. McCready, I think
we need to have a chat?

Check round the corner, Annie.

- Annika?
- What've you done with Annika?

You took her from that
phone box, didn't you?

We know you were there.

We've got you on CCTV,
heading towards the phone box,

- coming back a few minutes later.
- So?

I forgot my phone, I turned
round, go back and get it.

- So you don't deny it was you?
- Why would I?

So you just happened to
be on the exact same road

at the exact same time
Annika was snatched.

- Bit of a coincidence, isn't it?
- Jason!

Mr. McCready if you'd like to
stay here with us, thank you.

Looks deserted.

Does, doesn't it?

So why the new padlock?

Annie, hold that for me.

Thanks.

Jesus.

Dear Christ.

Police, okay? Do not be scared.

It's all right.

Does anyone here speak English?

I'm looking for Annika.

It's okay. Don't be scared.

It's all right, police!

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

We're not gonna
hurt you. It's okay.

- Calm down! Calm down!
- Anyone here speak English?

Does anyone know Annika Vesik?

Anyone.

I'm Annika.

Jason McCready, I'm arresting you
for offences related to forced labor,

and for the kidnapping and false
imprisonment of Annika Vesik.

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

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you
later rely on in Court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Mind how you go.

He had them working here,

the meat processing
plant, all over.

Said if they complained, he'd
take them out to the woods

- and they wouldn't come back.
- Did you talk to Annika?

Katrin found her.
Nearly got her out.

Annika said they heard shouting,
Katrin ran off. After that, nothing.

When I first arrived, Jason
gave me the job in the salon.

But I needed money.

He said there was a way.

To be a prostitute?

Yes. I didn't want to.

But I had no choice.

The drugs.

The men complained,
said I was no good.

So he got rid of you.

But I needed the
money. I got angry.

- What did you do?
- I shouted at him.

Yelled in the street.

He made me work
at the farm instead.

Living in that shit hole.

I prayed.

For help.

For it to end.

And then Katrin...

It's all my fault.

Thank you.

Katrin Vesik was
looking for her sister,

and found out about
the slaves, didn't she?

No comment.

That's why she
was killed, wasn't it?

- To shut her up?
- No comment.

Do you know what The Coroners
and Justice Act is? He does.

It makes forced labor
a criminal offence.

It's what's gonna bring
you down, Maureen.

How's your blood pressure now?

I had no knowledge of the
day-to-day running of the business.

There is no proof I
had any involvement

in the decision to
hire these workers.

No evidence of any sort.

I'm innocent of all charges.

Just hang your
own kid out to dry.

Is that how it works with you?

For the benefit of the recording,
DCI Banks has just entered the room.

Your mum's just abandoned you,
Jason. She's denying everything.

She's letting you carry
this one all by yourself.

No she wouldn't.

She just did.

So tell us about the man
who died of a heart attack.

Who was he?

Was he one of your slaves?

'Cause we know he was at the farm.
We matched the soil found on his boots.

He keels over. Dead.
Which is a problem

'cause now you've
got a body to get rid of.

You can't just dump
him anywhere, too risky,

so you bury him like he
didn't exist. Except he did.

He was real.

And you just threw him
away like he was rubbish.

You do the same
thing with Katrin?

We know that she
was at the farm, too.

She came to rescue Annika.

You couldn't very well
let that happen, could you?

Could save everyone time, Jason.

Costly trial, would certainly
be taken into consideration.

Just tell us what you did.

Katrin Vesik knew everything,
didn't she? So you had to stop her.

So you killed her
and you buried her,

the same place that you'd
dumped the other body.

It wasn't me.

Then who was it?

Robbie Osgood.

Katrin had brought him.

To drive them, I suppose.

But you caught them?

I thought they were
nicking equipment,

so I chased them
into one of the barns.

She'd climbed up into loft
and I followed her up the stairs,

and then she just went... she went
for me. She hit me with this iron bar.

And Robbie, he were
shouting and crying,

so he ran up just as she
was gonna hit me again.

Then Robbie pulled her away,
and they were on the edge of loft

and she kinda lost
her footing and fell.

Hit the floor. Blood everywhere
and she weren't breathing.

So Robbie, he just went mental.

Apologizing over and
over, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You know, poor kid was terrified.
So I told him to calm down,

that we could sort this,
but she'll need to be moved.

So I told him where to take her.

So yeah, I saw her die,

but I didn't kill her.

Robbie did.

We've got a match with the
hair found on Katrin's body.

Robbie Osgood's?

So that makes the fire... what?

If Robbie killed Katrin
and knew about the slaves,

what if Jason didn't trust
him to keep his mouth shut?

And got his nephew
to start the fire.

Boss, you need to see this.

We've been digging around
Gary McCready's gang:

social networking sites, tweets,
DMs, endless bloody stuff,

photos, videos, you name it.

And it's not just stuff they upload.
There's also links to other posts.

One of Gary's
friends 'liked' this,

from another group
of kids on the estate.

Some kind of stupid
drinking challenge.

A bunch of different recordings,
dotted around the Internet,

I've collected them all.

That's outside Michael
Osgood's house.

The night of the fire.

I've gone through all the different
clips, putting them in time order.

Now that's the house, there.

These were shot
between 11 and 11:55

and none of these kids
has approached the house.

Now watch.

See the flames through the door?

That's the fire
starting in the hallway.

There's no-one outside.
There's no kids near the door.

So Gary McCready
was telling the truth.

And either Michael or Robbie
Osgood burned their own house down.

We know the fire was
started inside the house.

The fireworks were thrown
in earlier, weren't they?

So who poured the white spirit?

Who lit the fire, Michael?

When Robbie came
home that night...

he was crying.

So scared.

He hadn't meant to...

but she was dead.

Did he say what
happened to the body?

He said Jason had
known what to do.

He weren't making much sense.

"My fault," he kept saying.

"Sorry, Dad. Sorry."

I knew it'd only be a
matter of time before you...

It only took a few questions before
Robbie broke down the other day.

And that was at home.

How long would it take
in a proper interview?

Before he confessed?

But even so,

with Robbie's problems...

He'd still be
competent to stand trial.

He'd still do time.

He's so...

tender.

I mean you've seen how
them kids prey on him.

Prison...

I've been there.

I know.

I couldn't... abandon
him like that.

It was always just us.

A team.

We did everything together.

We'd do this together.

I made him his favorite tea.

Pasta parcels.

And I put a sleeping
pill in his drink.

I lay beside him as he slept,

told him he was special.

That everything
was gonna be okay...

and that he was loved.

Afterwards, when
he was, uh, asleep,

I crept out of the room.

It only took a moment
to start the fire.

And when I...
knew it had caught...

I went back to be with him.

I... I...

I weren't meant to be rescued.

Are you sure about this?

Do you really believe that
Robbie Osgood could take Katrin

and then when he saw she was
still alive, while he was burying her,

- he could kill her in cold blood?
- He panicked.

What about the
physical evidence?

The hair that Katrin must've
pulled out belonged to Robbie.

- Doesn't make him the killer.
- Changing your tune, aren't you?

- Just keeping an open mind.
- What of Michael Osgood's statement?

Robbie doesn't have an alibi, Jason
McCready can put him at the scene.

And if I was Jason,
and I'd killed Katrin,

who better to blame than the
one person who can't answer back?

Everyone else gets their
say except for Robbie Osgood.

Who speaks for him?

Robbie Osgood could never
have buried Katrin Vesik.

Why not?

Speed.

Robbie was obsessive/compulsive
and he was obsessed with safety.

His therapist said he
checked his tire pressures

before and after every journey.

Sometimes he'd arrive at a
destination and immediately

have to retrace his steps to
make sure he hadn't hit anyone.

And Michael Osgood said that
Robbie never drove anywhere fast.

- He'd never break the speed limit.
- Even with a body to bury?

I think I'd make an exception.

Yeah, but this is OCD, proper,
full-blown clinical obsession.

- It's a real mental illness.
- So he drove slowly. So what?

Right, here's the farm.

Here's where Katrin was buried.

We know the time
she made the 999 call.

We know Robbie Osgood
came home just after 11.

So between those two times,
we're saying Katrin was injured,

taken to where she was
murdered and buried.

Now, that's a round trip of 43
miles in a maximum of 57 minutes.

But, the speed limit was 30
miles an hour for 18 of those miles.

Forty for a further
12 and 60 for just 13.

So even if she was hurt immediately
after she called, even if we give

Robbie the maximum amount of
time, doesn't matter what route he took,

Robbie could never have made
the round trip in the time available.

He just wasn't capable of it.
He wouldn't break the speed limit.

It's a reach, Helen.

I don't think so. What if I'm
right? What if it was Jason.

I want a proper look at his car.

We've been over
every inch of your car

and the carpet
fibers in your boot

exactly match the ones
found on Katrin's clothes.

And we found traces
of her blood in there too,

and a partial bloody footprint

you left in the foot
well on the driver's side.

It was you who took Katrin
Vesik to that waste land.

After all, you'd
already used it once.

And it was you who murdered her.

No. It was Robbie.

You knew that she was
still alive after she fell.

But you convinced
Robbie that he'd killed her.

And you made him believe he
was guilty because it suited you.

The only problem was, you had
to finish the job away from him.

So you sent Robbie home,

and then you dumped
Katrin in the boot of your car.

How's your story looking now?

Katrin Vesik. Annika Vesik.

Robbie Osgood.
Prostitutes. Slaves.

Cheap, disposable lives.
That's what you think, isn't it?

I've got a feeling you're about to
learn just how cheap life can be.

Eulogy written?

Pretty much.

But first, I have to go
and tell Michael Osgood

that he's gonna be charged with
the unlawful killing of his own son.

I'm sorry.

Helen.

You did a good thing following
your instincts about Robbie.

He was a good kid.

When Jason took
Katrin out to bury her,

she was still alive.

We found traces
of soil in her lungs,

which means that it
was Jason McCready

who killed Katrin, not Robbie.

I didn't want you
to go to prison

thinking that your
son was guilty.

Robbie was innocent.

I'm sorry.

I wish this wasn't happening.

That we weren't all here
today remembering Mum.

I know, though, she'd tell
me, "Don't make a fuss."

It's something that she taught me
and my kid brother Roy. Don't fuss.

My mum taught me lots of things.

Not just the obvious stuff,
about manners and respect.

She taught me about choices.

That the choices we
make define who we are.

They can be the right ones...

or the ones that
leave us with nothing.

We can't choose
to ignore things,

however hard that might be...

and sometimes those choices

can cost us more
than we can ever afford.

But mostly Mum taught me...

that we can choose
to make a difference...

touch other lives...

do good.

It doesn't always work, Mum.

But we can keep trying.

"What will survive
of us is love."

The Arundel Tomb. It's
one of Mum's favorite poems.

I wonder if that's what
Michael Osgood believes.

What about you? Is
that what you think?

It'd be nice to think so.

We should go to the
crematorium, Dad.

What you said in there,

was a bit soft.

Your mother would've liked it.

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