All language subtitles for After.the.Flood.S01E02.The.Arrival.2160p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.HDR.H.265-MADSKY

- Pat: Hi.
- Hi.

I'm sorry. I... I get it...

not wanting to say
how pregnant you were

so you could start the course.

I just wish that I hadn't found
out in front of other people.

And I don't like thinking
that you couldn't tell me.

I just think I panicked.

I'm sorry.

Are you gonna get that?

Er... It'll just be Deepa. You
know, she can't live without me.

- Yep. Deepa.
- Pat, sorry, I need some muscle.

Jo, can you get some cups,
paper cups, three stacks, yeah?

- Mm-hmm.
- Molly: Sorry.

I just... I've got a
massive, great big vat,

I can't move it. It's
just next to the van.

- Okay.
- Brilliant, thank you. Yeah.

Voicemail: You have
one new message.

Tasha: Take my calls right now.

This is not a game. My
brother died five years ago.

- I am looking at his ashes.
- What's happened?

She's saying that her
brother died five years ago,

but, I mean, that can't be,
unless she has other brothers,

but then why wouldn't
she say which brother?

What about a brother
she doesn't know about?

Pat: Molly, we're all loaded up.

Okay. It's fine,
come on. Let's go.

Pat: Molly! Where are you?

Pat, actually, sorry,

can you just make sure
they don't topple over?

Yeah, just... just wedge
'em in or something.

Yeah. Actually, it's probably
best if we sit with them.

Mm-hmm. Yep.

How's your sister? Is she
still flooded out, yeah?

Yeah, yeah. It's
pretty bad, but...

so is having them live with us.

Molly: Hey, did I tell you,

I put my name down to
stand in the next...

Voicemail: You have
one new message.

Tasha: Okay, so you
try to ignore me? Fine.

You have no idea
what you've started.

I am going to plague
you, Jo Marshall.

Je ne vais pas te lacher,
Jo Marshall. Pas te lacher!

Woman: Got it?

- Mol?
- Oh, thank you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hang on. Hang on.

Don't throw anything away
you're gonna claim on insurance.

They'll be sending people
down who'll wanna see it.

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah. Pass it on.

If you're claiming, keep it. If
you're claiming, keep it. Yeah?

- Whoa, whoa, what're you doing?
- Empty, there's nothing in it.

Yeah, well, you just stick
with paper cups, all right?

- Can you take that?
- Cheers.

Hey, they're promising
sunshine tomorrow, all day!

Woman: Do you want a hand?

Excuse me, is that fridge yours?

Jo: What are you
doing? Come away.

That... That is not his fridge.

Yeah, nobody seems
to mind but you.

Hang on.

What?

Been called in. Sorry.

And sorry about... No.

Sorry... Sorry is all
I bloody say nowadays.

Look, I'll call you
about tonight, all right?

- See you later.
- Yeah.

Man: There you go. There he is.

The dead bloke they
found in the lift.

They've issued a
whatsit, you know, E-FIT.

All look the same,
though, don't they?

It don't look like anyone.
Seen it? Do you recognise him?

Mum! Have you got
a phone charger?

Oh, no, I haven't.
Sorry, sweetheart.

Right, okay, I'm going
home. I'll see you later.

Jack: Heya. I'll
give you a hand.

Woman: Yeah. Thanks a
lot. Thank you. Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hey, how's it going?

Ugh, well, you know...

But... the Flood Relief
Fund is back up and running.

- Is it?
- Yes, it is, and as treasurer,

I think those getting
development grants

should maybe remember that
money comes from the people

paying their council
tax on these streets,

Mr. Jack Radcliffe.

- What?
- You... as treasurer.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Come on. Come and have a brew.

Jo: Amy!

Amy: Jo!

I thought I'd come and get some
of her toys and clothes, but...

- Are you insured?
- Third party.

But who cares when the man
who saved this one is...

well, God knows where?

- Is there still no news?
- Nothing, no.

Hi.

Hi. How you doing?

Oh, okay.

Tasha: Ugh! I'll get you.

- Daniel: Stop wriggling.
- Tasha: No! Let go! Ah!

Jo: That's him.

So it is her brother.

Pat?

Cover up, I'm coming in.

Shit.

- Jo.
- Hi, I'm just seeing Kelly.

Sure.

I've just walked in on your
Soph having sex in our house.

Yeah. She called and said.

We don't mind, he's a nice lad.

He's 19... and
she's 15, just 15.

We'd rather she did
it with him at home

than sneaking off somewhere
with God knows who.

I'm a fucking
police officer, Kel.

Pat's a police officer.

That's our home,
and she's underage.

Excuse me, we're her parents.

Right. Well, I'll
fucking arrest him

if I find him there again, okay?

Oh, yeah, mustn't taint the
idyllic love nest, must we?

Oh. Thought you were
out with Pat tonight.

No, he's handling a few
issues with Kelly, like...

don't let your underage daughter
have sex in our spare room.

- Ugh.
- Is it all right

- if I stay another night?
- Yeah, course it is.

Thanks. Also, I just need
a bit of space to think

because I have
royally fucked up,

putting that DNA into
the genealogy site.

What, with the French woman?

Yeah. Oh, and it is her brother
that she's talking about, right.

Have a look at this.

So, this is an E-FIT of the
man that we found in the lift,

- and it's a good likeness.
- Mm-hmm.

Right, and then this is
Tasha Eden in France...

and this is the two
of them together,

both younger, but watch.

That's the man in the
lift, I'm sure of it.

Well, that's...
that's good, isn't it?

I mean, it is, and it isn't

because what do I do
with the information?

Do I show it to someone and
definitely get the sack?

And she's saying her
brother died five years ago,

which doesn't make sense.

And then I thought, briefly,

maybe I've found out
enough to mitigate things,

because let's say
somebody used the flood

to make us think that the
man in the lift had drowned,

when, actually,
he'd been murdered.

Well, that tells us that
there's a killer out there

that needs to be caught.
Then I was thinking,

okay, hang on, if I've
got Tasha Eden's surname,

then I've got his surname, Eden,

but not if that's her
married name, so...

Ugh! I don't know.

All I do know is that I
seem to have upset her.

Right, listen to this.

Tasha: I am going to
plague you, Jo Marshall.

Je ne vais pas te lacher,
Jo Marshall. Pas te lacher!

Don't think she's
wishing me luck.

Right, when did she leave that?

About... six, seven hours ago.

What, and she
hasn't called since?

- No.
- Right, leave it, then.

She's got it off her chest,
it's done, forget it.

When do you go back
to detective training?

- Tomorrow.
- Right.

Forget about the
lift man, it's fine.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Breakfast is through there.
- I don't want breakfast.

I want a woman
called Jo Marshall

or whatever Jo stands for.

Joanna? Josephine? She lives
in Waterside. Do you know her?

- Would you ask around for me?
- Certainly.

Hey, you're back.

Hey, yeah, I'm just
looking for everyone.

Oh, they've all been sent
to help out at Minton.

Yeah, no positive ID yet,

but they got 20, 30 names
in the first six hours.

There'll be more now, I guess.

Deepa Das, why are you here?

I'm going, Sarge, I'm gone.

Disappointing news, I'm afraid.

The trainee course is suspended
till the flood emergency's over.

- Oh.
- Yeah,

and before I can put
you back to work here,

you've gotta do a
risk assessment.

- How are you?
- Yeah, okay.

Great. Well done.
Let's get to it.

Hmm!

I've got too many
officers off sick, so...

phone round, gauge
who's shirking...

find out when I can
expect 'em back.

There's the sick list.
I will leave you to it.

- Yep.
- Back in a bit.

Eden.

Eden.

Molly: Hiya. Sorry
to bother you.

My name is Molly Marshall,
and I'd like to stand

as a candidate in the
next local election,

but to do that, I
need 10 signatures.

Well, now you need
nine. I'll get a pen.

- Thank you, here, I've got one.
- Ah.

Oh, thank you.

We've got local elections,
too, next month.

Oh, right, so you
don't live here?

No, I'm looking after
me dad. I'm in Salford.

Ah.

I'll tell you what,
I'll sign for him.

He won't mind,
he's had a stroke.

Yeah, sorry. Excuse me.

Erm...

Ah, fine. Hiya?

Mol, it's Jordan. I need you.

Right, okay, it's...
I'll be with you soon.

Jordan: No, listen, it's
the insurance guy...

Okay, okay, I'll
be with you sooner,

just... just don't agree to
anything until I'm there. Okay?

Jordan: You've gotta
come now. Okay?

Okay. Okay. Okay. Bye.

- Sorry.
- There you go.

Derek Pinner. I
made it a bit shaky.

Okay. Well, get well soon.

- Jo.
- Ah, yeah, so far,

I'd say two are pulling sickies.

I've given them both an
asterisk next to their name.

Okay, great, thanks. Oh, er,
the Allens, Don and Mary,

their grandson's asked to speak
to the officers who found them.

His name's Finn, as in
Huckleberry. You up for that?

- Yeah, course.
- I'll let you know when.

And also, yes,
you're on call to me,

but you have an
exam in five weeks,

so, as and when,
feel free to revise.

Thanks, Sarge.

Jordan: No! Look!
Take a proper look!

Look! Look in the back! Molly,
they're offering me nothing.

The first flooding, and
he says I'm not insured,

which can't be true.

See, I pay by direct debit!

Business premises, as explained
in Mr. Jordan's policy,

aren't covered for flood damage.

- Molly: What?
- There's an exemption clause.

There's your signature.
You signed this policy.

Right, okay, but it's
hardly clear, though, is it?

Mr. Jordan will have had 28
days to review his cover.

Yeah, all right, so he's
insured for everything

except the biggest threat
he's likely to face,

and you happily
sell him that policy

knowing he lives in
a flood risk area.

I'm the loss adjuster, I haven't
sold Mr. Jordan anything.

Does anyone ever think

about punching your
fucking lights out?

- Some have tried...
- Yeah, cos I'm ruined, you see?

- I wouldn't advise it.
- 18 years wiped out!

Hey, you see this?

Something, Nothing,
and Fuck-all!

For all the work
I've put into this!

- Come on, love, let's go in.
- Jack: Mol? You got a sec?

- Molly: Er...
- Jack: We've, erm...

we've got you something
for your Flood Relief Fund.

Jordan: Might as well
burn the bloody shop down!

See if I'm insured for that!

Yeah, so you know
Kelly, of course.

Obviously, you get
the money direct,

but, er, just for social media
and all that sort of stuff,

we just wanna take a few
shots of me handing it over,

- so, er...
- Oh.

- There.
- Oh, wow. Oh, God.

Sorry, there's a difficult
situation going on.

Jack, that's...
very generous, Jack.

- Yeah, okay.
- Very.

Jack: Right, shall
we do it, then?

Kelly: Lovely.

Never a shy one, were you, Jack?

Kelly: And again.

Always happy walking
round a kitchen naked.

Kelly: Smile!

How's Sarah Mackie these days?

The Chair of, er...
Planning Committee

will always be one of
my favourite people,

- whoever they are.
- Kelly: And another one.

Lovely.

Excuse me.

Where are you?

Where are you?

- Hey, first on the scene WPC.
- Hi.

How you doing? Nice
to see you. Wow.

You lot were crawling
over this place.

- Jo: Yeah?
- Yeah.

Would you mind if I
have a look around?

Course you can, yeah, sure.

- Yeah?
- Only too happy.

Jo: Where were you
when the flood hit?

Chris: At home. I've
given a statement.

I don't mind saying it again.
Might remember stuff...

I... can't think of
anything, though.

Well, before the flood, sort
of 48 hours, maybe longer,

do you remember seeing
anything suspicious

or even just someone
you didn't know?

The only people coming in
would be other security lads

or maybe Jack Radcliffe
once in a while.

Jack Radcliffe? Why?

- He owns this, he built it.
- I didn't know that.

No, I don't suppose he shouts
it out, whole place is empty.

Eight units, and none of
'em's been used, ever.

I mean, they're all like this.

And this one.

Ta-da.

You should see this one.

Sorry, wrong one.

It worked last time.

I've lost the key.

Look, give me your number, and
as soon as I find it, I'll ring.

Yeah, erm... Can I ask you
about the cars that were caught

in the car park
during the flood?

Yeah, sure.

Just cos from where I was, I
remember there being four cars

beyond the lift... four in a row,
second to last one was red...

the red saloon, like a
Toyota or a Honda maybe?

Look, not to worry, I can
have them check the CCTV.

I'll have a word.

Yeah, you could do
if there was any.

There's no CCTV?

Guess I'm cheaper.

Do you wanna show me where
you mean? Might jog my memory.

Yeah, sure. Great, thanks.

Yeah, four cars.
This one was red.

Well, I'm not saying
no, but I can't say yes.

Chris: They were saying
that the body had been dead

for 48 hours or more.

Hmm... Meaning someone
wanted us to think

that he drowned in here...

and who'd wanna do that?

A murderer would.

A murderer would.

No, what I'm... I'm saying
if I was good at yoga,

like, show-off good, why would
I wear a scarf to do it in?

Like, why would I wear tights

with nothing else on underneath?

Yeah, but you see, I
didn't notice that.

Oh, you think it was just
the blokes who clocked that?

I do, actually, yeah.

- Mm.
- Er, what...

What would you think about
us putting in for a transfer?

New baby... new beginnings.

Somewhere new,
might be exciting.

Yeah. Well, what about Mum?

And here? And, well, everything?

- Okay.
- We have...

- A yippee-dippy-doo...
- Surprise for you.

- A treat...
- A pampering fest...

- And an apology...
- From us...

- Both: And Sophie.
- Sophie: Sorry.

- Both: Come on.
- Ah!

Thank you.

God, it's boiling in here.

- Kelly: A massage chair.
- Keith: And it's heaven.

It uses the latest technology
to replicate a masseuse's grip.

And it wipes down, so you
can, er, oil up to use it.

Well, do you like it or love it?

Where's my dad's old chair?

- Oh, we put that in the garden.
- Yeah.

Ooh.

Hey! It's my house.

My house.

Jo Marshall? Tasha Eden.

You called me about my brother.

Erm... just...

Right, my dad's chair,
back in from the garden,

and that thing, out.

And them, out.

I'm going to Mum's.

Come on.

Hey, what are you doing?

- Move.
- No.

- Come on.
- No.

- Why are you doing this?
- I need to talk to you.

- Let go!
- Get in the car.

Hey, I'm pregnant,

and I am a police officer.

So is my husband, which is why
I need to get you away from here

because he can't know about
any of this, all right?

- No.
- Yes.

Yes, there's been
a misunderstanding.

Okay. Okay.

Let's clear things up, then.

My brother's ashes.

He died May 5th, 2019,

or are you saying I have another
brother I don't know about?

- What are you saying?
- All right, listen.

Let me explain.

We had a flood last week,

and the body of a man
was found in a lift

in a flooded
underground car park.

I was the first
officer on the scene,

and he had no ID on him, okay?

He had... nothing.

No wallet, nothing, so...

we put his DNA into
the police database...

and nothing came back, and cos
we're not allowed to feed it

into commercial ancestry sites,

it's illegal, that's it.

It's a dead end, except...

there is one piece
of information

that makes me wanna do just that

because it turns out
this man in the lift

had died two days
before the flood,

which means that
somebody put him in there

wanting us to think
that he drowned

when, actually,
he'd been murdered.

And my head's going,
"There's a killer out there."

And if I can just find
out who this man is,

that might lead me
to the killer, so...

Look, without telling anyone,

I put his DNA into Gene
Tracker, and here we are.

Right.

Look at this.

This is an E-FIT of the man
that we found in the lift.

- Whoa, where are you going?
- To the police.

If you tell the police I used
your brother's DNA, that's it.

- That's the end of my career.
- What do I care about that?

I was just trying to help.

- Where is the police station?
- I...

- I'll ask someone else.
- All right. All right,

I'll take you.

Tasha.

Tasha, why don't you
come with me to my mum's,

and you can see an early
case file I downloaded, okay?

I got it last week. Why don't
you just come and have a look?

You're just trying to
save your own skin.

Hey, could I see someone,
please, about that man there?

Yeah, sure. Take
a seat, please.

Squeeze the sides in.

- They are squeezed in.
- Squeeze harder.

- Oh, Keith, turn it off.
- Thank you, sweetheart.

Kelly, would you
please fuck off?

Yeah, how 'bout you try
saying that to your wife

and not me, yeah? I mean,
how ungrateful can she be?

- We give her a gift...
- Keith, just leave it alone.

- I'll do it.
- Oh, yeah, have a go

at Keith now. Great. Let's
just ignore how Jo treats us,

- and you, how she treats you.
- Okay.

Okay... Okay.

No!

Jo: Hello...? Hello?

- You took the baby.
- You saved the baby.

Oh, my God.

- You were so brave.
- What, just me?

What happened to you after?

All I know is I just came to on
the riverbank past Saltbridge,

it's like six, seven miles away.

But the last thing I remember,
the only thing I remember,

is you.

You didn't come forward.

- No.
- Why not?

Well, come forward for
what? A load of fuss?

I'm Jo, by the way, Jo Marshall.

Lee.

- Hello, Lee.
- Hiya.

And I hear what you're saying,
I do hear what you're saying,

but the mother of the baby...
how about meeting her?

She's been so worried about you,

and she wouldn't tell
anyone, guaranteed.

But what about you?
Who you gonna tell?

See, you're police, right?

Not for much longer, I expect.

- That's cos you're pregnant.
- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe they'll
put it down to that.

- How long to go?
- I'm seven months.

Right, so you're

- almost due, yeah?
- Mm.

And just walking into
floodwaters, yeah?

Yeah.

Lee: Yeah. Yeah, I'll come.

You want to speak to someone
about this E-FIT poster?

Yes. He looks like my
brother, Daniel Eden.

I'm Natasha Eden.

- Ah, right, and you're French.
- No, British, like Daniel.

But this passport
was issued in France.

Yeah, I moved there when I
was 3. My father remarried.

I've lived in France ever since.

- You want my whole life story?
- No.

So why don't we just test
me, yeah? Take my DNA.

You have a poster up there
saying "Who is this man?"

And I'm telling you,
he could be my brother.

'Ey, tu marches a
cote de tes pompes,

t'es mon meilleur putain de con.

I learnt that on a
French trip in 1978,

and, erm, I've no idea what
it means, er, so apologies...

if it's rude, erm...

Let's tone it down

while I put out a call for
someone who can help you.

Yeah?

Jo! Hi, sorry.
It's you, isn't it?

You did this. It's
just arrived, look.

She loves it.

- Thank you so much.
- Amy...

erm, this is Lee, the
man who saved your baby.

Not drowned after
all, safe and sound.

And he doesn't want a
fuss, I just thought...

Aw, thank you. Thank you.

DS Babak: What do I call you?

- Mademoiselle?
- You can't even say it.

Let's just prove
that's not my brother.

DS Babak: Why do you
think it might be?

Tasha: This was taken
seven years ago.

Me and my brother, Daniel.

But also know, two years later,

Daniel dies in a
motorbike accident.

So you see my problem?

When did you arrive in the UK?

- This time last night.
- Where from?

- Gallargues-le-Montueux, France.
- And why did you come?

How did you know to come?
Who told you about this?

What are you doing in Waterside?

How did you get the idea that
that man here was your brother?

I'll be thanking you forever.

Oh, don't do that,
just... just be happy...

and then we'll all
be happy, yeah?

Look, I have to go, but it
was so nice to meet you...

and you.

I'll see you later. Bye-bye.

- Phil: Jo?
- Yep.

Phil: I've been trying
to get hold of you.

The Allens' grandson is gonna be
at the house tomorrow at 10:30.

Could you be there to
answer any questions?

- Yeah, sure.
- Phil: I'll tell Deepa, too.

Ey, I'm at your dad's allotment.

Why?

Well, our foster boy's decided
he wants to grow carrots,

and your mum said
"please," so dig, dig, dig.

- I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?
- Yeah. Bye.

Sarah: That's good.

Why? Where've you gotta
be that's so important?

When you don't call,
I worry. Just call.

Phil: I've got DCI Roy off
sick and a clown in charge.

What's your excuse?
Where were you?

Girl: We have blisters!

Well, it's a good job it's
time to stop, then, yeah?

- No, I don't wanna go.
- All right.

No. No, no, home time.
N-n-no, home time!

- Way past home time. Come on.
- Come on.

You coming, too, or have you
got someone else lined up?

Come on, let's clear up,

and let's get pizza
or takeaway, yeah?

Hi, me again.

Tasha: I got your
mother's address

from the local council website.

I didn't tell the
police about you...

or what you did with the DNA.

I didn't mention you.

Maybe I still will.

- Jo...
- Ah.

You asked me not to...

and they didn't let me do
what I want and need to do.

Which is what?

Identify the body.

See with my own eyes if
it is or isn't Daniel.

See him, so I know.

But, no, they want
the DNA test first.

Yeah, I mean, of course
they do, because...

imagine if you
weren't his sister

and you were just
making all this up.

But I'm not.

Yes, but they still have
to follow the procedure.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, but you said you had
a case file you'd show me,

and if that file has
photos of the body...

Ah, no. Those are
crime-scene photos.

I can't show you them.

If you believe he is my
brother, and you do, why not?

They'll take me to the morgue
when they get the sibling match.

They'll show him to me then.

- So you have to wait until then.
- No. No!

I need to know now

because if it is him...
if it is Daniel...

then why's he done this to me?

Why did he let me think he
was dead all these years?

I only want to know if
it is or isn't Daniel.

Because... Cos... I...

I thought he loved me.

He did. He did love me!

Come on. It's all
right. Come on.

Okay.

Mum, no.

Tasha, I'm so sorry...

but this does mean that
your brother faked his death

five years ago.

I mean, do you have any
idea why he might do that?

Or perhaps why someone would've
wanted to kill him now?

Oh, my God. Pat's coming.
Like now. He's here.

Oh, okay, let's
get her upstairs.

- No, coming to stay.
- Pat's her husband.

I can go to my hotel.

- I'm at the Waterside Valley.
- Okay.

This way. This way. Can
we meet in the morning?

Yes. Yes, I can be
with you at like 11.

Quickly, quickly.

No, no. No, this
way. Straight ahead.

On his way in.

So, I got eight
signatures this morning...

let me finish, hang on,
and two this afternoon,

so that's me done.

I'm ready to be elected.

Sorry. Hello, how are you?

Now that I'm here, much better,
and I come bearing gifts.

- Ooh.
- Oh, nice.

Oh. Ooh, yeah. You can stay.

Oh, yes.

Your dad's chair is
back where it was.

Oh, great.

Hey. How you doing?

- Good, you?
- Not bad.

Er, that's Finn, the grandson
of the couple who died.

Let's go.

Finn?

Hi, I'm Jo Marshall,
this is Deepa Das.

We were together when we
found your grandparents.

- So sorry.
- Jo: Really.

Thanks, yeah.

I used to come here all the
time, like every school holiday.

- Jo: It's just awful.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

So, I saw your grandad
the night before.

The floodgates were holding,
so they decided to stay.

Then when we came
back the next morning,

I could hear something.

And when we went inside,
the air was thick,

and there was a
generator switched on.

To pump out water,

the downstairs was flooding
up from the cellar.

Jo: And your grandparents
were on the landing.

Like they were on their way out.

- Can we go in?
- We can't, no.

Technically, it's
still a crime scene.

It is a crime.

They didn't need to die.

This is what happens when folk
are left to make decisions

that they're not
qualified to make...

and those who should take
responsibility, they don't...

and they never will.

Cos our government and
the Environment Agency

have zero obligation to provide
flood defences in this country,

like zero.

You can look it up.

Is that news to you? Cos...
Cos it was news to me.

I mean it'd be news to
everyone, wouldn't it?

No, they don't
have to do a thing.

And then you... And
look what happens.

Sorry... Don't get me going.

No, I... Do you remember
my mum, Molly Marshall?

Yeah, she did the summer camps.

Right, I'm just thinking
you two should get together.

She's a flood warden.
She's into all that.

You should talk
to her about this.

I was thinking,
"She's not coming."

I was thinking, "What
if she's not there?"

Okay...

I've been trawling through sites

looking for any sign of
Daniel, and came up with these.

But they all stop five years
ago, nothing after that.

Okay, that means he must've had
another ID, or got a new one.

And became who?

Hold on.

Deepa, hi. Er, are you
back at the station?

- Hi. Yeah, everything okay?
- Yeah, it's fine.

Listen, can you email me
the latest response list

to the Lift Man E-FIT?

Full murder team, no exceptions,
in the briefing room now!

Do you know what?

I shouldn't have asked
you. Forget I said it.

No, it's fine. I can
do it right away.

Deepa, it's fine, you
don't have to. I...

Okay, here. Here.

Er, let's see if
there's a location

where people seem to
recognise him from.

Erm, when you came
over as a kid,

what sort of places
did you hang out?

Tasha: None of these places.

We were mainly down
and around the docks.

That's him. That's him,
that's Daniel there.

- Who? Where? Alex Welland?
- For sure.

- A hundred percent, that's him.
- How do you know?

Nanta, this business.

That's what Daniel called me cos
that's how I first said my name,

Nanta, and so it stuck.

He always called me it.

He called me Nanta, I called
him Danta... hmm, there.

Okay. Erm, what's the address?

It's down by the docks. Come on.

You two know the dock area.

Check out the E-FIT sightings
we've had at West Port,

Canning, and Nanta.

Go, I wanna ID this man.

Phil: Get that address,
and send it over...

- Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.

Jo Marshall, where is she?

I want her. I need her. Get her.

Quick as you can.

Mm-hmm.

Tasha: Daniel's always lived
out here near the docks.

He followed my father into
working at the container port.

I lived here too, apparently,
except I don't remember it.

I was only 3 when my mother died

and my father came
back to France.

- Did Daniel come with you?
- No.

He's 13 years older than
me. His life was here.

But twice a year,
he came over...

and was such a
great big brother.

He was a wild boy,

always full of
ideas and schemes.

Very funny. Very mischievous.

I adored him...

and him me.

That's what doesn't make sense
because he loved me, he did,

so why would he let me
believe he was dead?

Cos that's what he
did for five years.

Why do you think he would
do something like that?

That one there.

Look.

- Here to see someone at Nanta.
- Can I have a name?

Tasha Eden.

- Is that E-D-E-N?
- Mm-hmm.

There you go. There's
your man from Nanta.

Tasha: Lee?

Lee! It's me. It's Tasha.