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[police siren blaring]

[Control] Attention all units.

Portland Tower has been declared a critical incident.

Two confirmed fatalities.

One teenage girl.

One police officer.

[tense music]

[siren continues wailing]

What happened, did you hear?

Just what Control was reporting.

There were people on the roof,

then there weren't.

[DI Shaw] Control receiving,

DI Shaw at Portland Tower.

We have a death in contact with police.

Where the hell is DSI?

-[siren continues blaring] -DSI 14 to Control,

we are arriving on scene.

[Control] Copy.

[tyres screech]

[Control 2] Can you confirm the SCO is in attendance?

[low suspenseful music]

There are still people up there.

[siren continues wailing]

I'll go to the roof.

-[ominous music builds] -[crowd chattering]

Police, step out of the way, please.

[crowd clamouring]

Excuse me. Excuse me.

This is a crime scene,

you can't come through here.

Detective Sergeant Sarah Collins,

Directorate of Special Investigations,

we're taking over the scene.

My colleague DC Steve Bradshaw-

I've got it, Sarah. Go.

[sirens blaring]

[loud suspenseful music]

[door bangs]

[Steve] Hey.

Steve, get someone on the lobby door.

Until I know what's happening on the roof,

no-one's to move,

up or down.

[Steve] okay, we're a bit short-handed.

Recall to duty the whole team.

[Steve] Got it.

[suspenseful music intensifies]

[elevator door clunks]

[steam hisses]

[doors rattle]

[wind blusters]

Who the hell are you?

Sarah Collins, sir, DSI.

You radioed for us.

Yeah.

I have to ask what you're doing up here.

One of my officers is dead,

the other one just saved this child's life.

I'm here to make sure no-one else

falls off the fucking roof.

It's going to be okay, Lizzie.

We're gonna get you both down now okay?

[Sarah] Have you traced the boy's family?

Yeah, his mum's on the way.

Control receiving DS Collins, DSI.

I am assuming operational control at Portland Tower.

Request LAS for adult female,

believed going into shock.

[Control] Copy that, LAS units en route.

Lizzie.

[soft suspenseful tones]

I'm Sarah Collins.

Paramedics are on their way.

[suspenseful tones build]

[siren wails]

[radio bleeps]

No, no, no. Just wait there.

Sorry.

[door thuds]

Ben, Ben, Ben.

Did she do anything to him?

We don't know exactly what happened.

We have a doctor here who can examine...

No, I'm taking him home.

Let me send a Family Liaison-

I'm taking him home,

I don't want police or anyone.

[radio chattering]

I'm afraid we will need to speak to you.

Please, I just want to go home.

[engine revving]

[siren trills]

What happened here, Steve?

All I've got so far,

is the girl grabbed the boy from his home.

Took him to the top of the tower.

Two cops got the call,

tried to stop her doing whatever she was going to do.

The result,

the girl fell to her death,

so did one of the cops.

-[sirens wailing] -Okay.

Put Jez on CCTV.

You take the door-to-door,

grab any phone footage you can,

before it's all over the internet,

plus any BWV footage.

And get the phones off the officers.

Who's our Family Liaison?

Alice Parker?

Ask her to meet me here.

I'll talk to the CSM,

then head to the local nick.

It's Farlow, isn't it?

Seal lockers, grab a spare office.

We need statements,

especially that female PC.

If she was up there. She saw.

[radio chatter]

Lizzie?

It is Lizzie, isn't it?

Steve Bradshaw, DSI.

[siren wailing]

How are you feeling?

Fine.

[Paramedic] We've just got some checks to do,

before you go.

Okay.

I'll pop back in a few minutes.

All right?

Guv.

Crime scene guys are gonna need

to take your uniform.

They'll give you something to wear.

[low tense music]

I want to go home.

Let's wait and see what the medics say, okay?

But when they're done.

[DI Shaw] It's not my call.

DSI are running this case now.

Why?

Death in contact with police, Lizzie.

The girl's dead, Hadley's dead.

DSI run the investigation,

no choice.

I want to go home.

[tense music]

[DI Shaw] Okay.

Sarah.

Sir.

This is a mess.

I'd better feed that lot.

Anything specific you want out there?

Witnesses.

Otherwise, as little as possible.

We're still informing the families of the deceased.

Police Constable Hadley Matthews, 52.

Farah Mehenni, 15.

Did you know Farah's father, Younes,

is in custody at the local nick?

Some minor charge.

I didn't know. Sorry.

Like I said, a mess.

We'll get a Family Liaison over there,

get him released ASAP.

I'm going to the nick. I'll do it.

Good.

In the meantime, I'll do as you say

and tell the press

absolutely nothing.

[press clamouring]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

[train rumbling]

[car engine whirring]

Do you want me to come in?

Make you a cup of tea?

I don't think you should be alone.

I'm fine, Arif, honestly.

[door thuds]

[engine whirring]

[door creaks]

[latch clicks]

[low tense music]

Excuse me, where's your custody sergeant, please?

He's just over there.

Thank you.

Sarah Collins, DSI. Alice Parker.

You have a Younes Mehenni in custody.

I'd like to bail him

on compassionate grounds.

We'll be basing our investigation here at first,

so if someone could show Alice a spare office,

I'd be grateful.

Also, Alice will need to seal

PC Adama and PC Matthews' lockers.

They're part of the investigation.

[Background Officer] You've got a fucking nerve.

I know you've lost a colleague,

a friend.

I'm truly sorry about that.

But it's my job to find out why he died.

We're not the ghost squad,

we're not here to dig up dirt,

we just want to find out what happened.

So, please

bear with us.

Help us.

That's very reassuring, thank you, Sarah.

Jenny, could you help Alice?

[latch clicks]

[lock beeps]

[door clicks]

Mr Mehenni, I'm Sarah Collins,

from the Directorate of Special Investigations.

I'm afraid I have terrible news.

Your daughter, Farah.

We haven't got all the details yet,

but...

Yes?

I'm afraid she died.

I'm so sorry.

We're releasing you so you can be

with your family, there's a car...

Died? No.

No, she's at school.

Mr Mehenni, there are procedures we have to follow.

I don't believe you.

I want to speak to my daughter.

[soft sombre music]

I'm so sorry.

[Mehenni sobs]

[cell door slams]

Hadley Matthews is dead, too, you know.

Have you told his wife and kids yet?

You had a good cry with them?

Can I see the custody sheet?

-[clipboard thuds] -Thanks.

[mobile ringing]

[mobile buzzes]

[house phone rings]

[answer machine clicks]

[Steve] Hey, Lizzie. It's Steve Bradshaw,

from the ambulance, remember?

We need to do a quick debrief,

get your statement.

I just want to know you're okay.

My number's on your mobile.

[answer machine beeps]

-[soft melancholy music] -[Lizzie panting]

Steve? You with Lizzie Adama?

No. I just found out she went home,

soon as the medics released her.

Before you could talk to her?

[Steve] Afraid so. Police car took her.

Who the hell authorised that?

Her guvnor, DI Shaw.

Why'd you ask?

Because we might have a shit storm here.

Hang on a sec.

Excuse me. Sarah Collins, DSI.

An office has been set up for us?

Oh, yeah, that way,

second door on the right.

Thanks.

Lizzie!

It's Steve.

-[letterbox clatters] -[door taps]

So, what's the shit storm, then?

Younes Mehenni,

the dead girl's father,

was in custody at Farlow nick,

and Lizzie Adama...

[door creaks]

Oh, for Pete's sake.

What?

Nothing.

Lizzie Adama was Mehenni's arresting officer.

Look, I'm at her place now.

Okay. Well, don't let her out of your sight.

[tense music]

[latch clicks]

Lizzie? It's Steve.

Lizzie, can you open the door, please?

[tense music continues]

She's not answering the door.

Kick it down.

What?

Just do it, Steve. Get in there.

[tense music intensifies]

[Steve breathing heavily]

[handle smashes]

[door crashes]

Lizzie?

Are you okay?

[intense mysterious music]

It's Steve.

She's gone.

Today was a bad day.

We've all lost someone we loved.

who was the heart of this place.

He looked out for me when I was a young copper.

Just a kid from Kintyre,

still very wet behind the ears.

And I know he looked out for many of you, too.

'Cause that's who he was,

that's who we lost.

Now I gotta take his wife, Mandy, to ID his body.

We may all be grieving in this room,

but her whole world is broken,

her and her kids.

We owe it to her to keep on going,

to keep doing our job.

That's what Hadley would have wanted,

it's what he would've done.

What about DSI, sir?

DSI have a job to do, too.

You got nothing to hide.

You just answer their questions

and they'll be gone.

On Friday night, we go to the pub.

We remember our friend.

We celebrate him. Okay?

[room murmuring]

-[car door clunks] -[radio chattering]

[doors thud]

I'm sorry, Sarah. This is on me.

It's okay.

Any idea where she's gone?

Not yet.

Her car's still parked down the street.

Her phone's switched off.

We put a watch on her cards.

What do we know about her?

Six months in, well-liked.

From what I hear, she and Hadley Matthews,

the copper who died,

they were mates.

God. You talk to her family, friends?

We called round, no-one's heard from her.

[frame clunks]

Graduation day.

Takes you back, doesn't it?

My parents didn't come to mine.

What, disappointed you became a cop?

The disappointment went a little further back than that.

Hey, Jez.

Could someone have grabbed her?

I don't think so.

Looks like she took toothbrush

and make-up and stuff.

We have to find her.

CCTV, door-to-door, whatever.

Quicker to go public.

Yeah.

I better talk to her guvnor first,

he's the idiot who let her go.

[low sombre music]

[siren wails]

Thanks, mate.

Okay, busy Lizzie.

I'll tell you how we're going to do this.

I'm going to set my watch.

Deal with it in ten minutes,

breakfast is on me.

More than ten, and it's on you.

Nah, no, no.

That's hardly fair, is it?

My breakfast is tea and toast,

and yours is a full English,

usually with extra sausages.

Well, yeah, I have to preserve my lovely figure.

[Lizzie laughs]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, no, no, no,

not before breakfast.

All right, Mum

[sombre music continues]

Besides,

my body type's ideal for certain things.

Oh, yeah. Like what?

Like, erm,

swimming the Channel?

[they laugh]

Disguising beached whales. [laughs]

Recreating a lunar eclipse. [laughs]

[intense sudden tone]

[footsteps treading]

[door clunks]

Meet me at the car in a minute. Okay?

If you're here to talk to Mandy Matthews,

you're out of fucking line.

I'm here to talk to you, sir.

You weren't answering your phone.

Talk to me in the morning,

I'm taking Mandy home.

Lizzie Adama has done a runner.

She's missing.

She didn't talk to my officer at the scene,

she just went home.

I hear you authorised that.

She was upset, for obvious reasons.

She needed a break.

She's police, she knows the drill,

so do you.

Do you know why she ran,

or where she might've gone?

No.

We need to find her. I'm gonna go public,

put her face out there.

Do not do that.

Excuse me?

I said don't do that.

Going public would wreck her career,

and that would destroy her.

I'm worried about her,

not her career.

You worried about risking her life?

What do you mean?

She's a significant witness in a sex trafficking case.

The suspect is missing and dangerous.

Who's the suspect?

Laszlo Kovacs.

Beat up one of his girls, Cosmina,

fractured her skull.

Lizzie saw Kovacs at the scene.

She makes the case against him simple.

How does it connect to Portland Tower?

Kovacs' mobile was activated near the tower, today.

Now that could just be coincidence,

but if I were you, I'd go check it out.

So go check it out.

[low sombre music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[doors clunk]

[door latch clicks]

Is this because of my call?

It is indeed. May we come in?

[door clicks]

[Carrie] That's Ben. He thinks he's a bear.

Mrs Stoddard,

will you tell us what happened...

Carrie, please.

A cup of tea, coffee?

Cup of tea, very nice, thank you.

You called about some criminal damage?

It's my neighbour, the Mehennis,

Younes Mehenni.

I have no quarrel with his daughter,

none at all.

The council moved them next door,

-[tea pouring] -about two months ago.

I've tried to be friendly,

they're from Libya,

and they've been through a lot.

So, what actually happened?

Milk? Sugar?

Milk, please. And sugar.

-It started with the rubbish. -[jar clinks]

First, it was all over the place,

I mean, every day.

I spoke to the housing officer about it,

but then our bins started getting knocked over.

Not once,

two or three times.

After the rubbish,

there was rudeness in the street,

I mean real anger.

And then the car.

The mirrors, the wipers, dents...

It might seem like nothing to you,

but it's just me and Ben here.

[crayons scribbling]

And I'm...

Well, I'm,

scared.

I'm afraid if we can't connect

Mr Mehenni to any specific incident

But I can.

I have it on my phone.

It was pure chance,

I was upstairs and I saw...

Well, I'll show you.

[low tense music]

Like I said, I'm scared.

I mean, what will he do next?

[sighs] We'll talk to Mr Mehenni.

You shouldn't be scared.

Not in your own home.

[traffic rumbling]

[press clamouring]

I told you, I don't want police.

[car door thuds]

I don't want to talk to you,

and I absolutely don't want you talking to my boy.

I do understand.

But I have a legal duty to try

to find out what happened.

Let me tell you what happened.

I asked the police for help,

because our life here was becoming unlivable,

and the next thing I know is that...

-[car horn blares] -[distant crowd clamour]

That girl kidnaps my little boy

and drags him to the top of a tower block.

I agree.

It was an appalling thing to do.

But why did she?

Do you have any idea?

Because she was mad.

Her whole family is mad.

I don't care what they've been through,

she nearly killed my son.

You've both had a terrible experience.

-I know. -[car horn blasts]

But it would really help us if we could talk to Ben,

it might even help Ben process what...

Do you have children?

No.

No.

I didn't think so.

You're not talking to him.

[distant gulls shrieking]

[car engine rumbling]

[engine winding down]

[door thudding]

Hello. Is your son in, Younes?

Can we come in, talk to Younes?

Younes? Yes.

Oh. Thank you, that's very kind.

I'll check upstairs.

[speaking foreign language]

[speaking foreign language on phone]

Speak now, through English.

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

[continues in foreign language]

[indistinct conversation]

[Lady On Phone] Hello? Can you hear me?

Talk to me at once!

Give it.

[replies in foreign language]

Hello, can I help you?

[Lady On Phone] What are you doing there?

Do you have a warrant?

You must have a warrant,

otherwise...

No, we don't, we don't need a warrant, all right?

Mrs Mehenni, she invited us in.

[low tense music]

[Lady On Phone] She says you pushed in...

-[door clicks] -[yells in foreign language]

Starting Body Worn Video!

-[footsteps thudding] -[tense dramatic music]

-Giz' the keys. -[keys jangle]

[car door slams]

[tyres screech]

[Hadley] Shit.

Fuck.

Please leave him alone. Please.

Get out the way. Hold her!

-[siren wailing] -[throttle accelerates]

What were you thinking?!

Please don't hurt my dad.

What?

We're not gonna hurt him.

What's your name?

Farah.

Farah.

[phone ringing]

[sighs] I take it you have more questions?

Yes, sir.

Can you tell me why Younes Mehenni was arrested?

Criminal damage,

threatening phone calls,

all started with a complaint from his neighbour.

Carrie Stoddard,

I heard you spoke to her.

Didn't she tell you?

She was too upset to tell me much.

Well, that's hardly surprising.

Is that why Farah took the boy,

because her dad had been arrested?

No. Farah took the boy,

'cause she had a screw loose.

How so?

You have to ask?

She kidnapped a child.

She would've killed him, too,

if Hadley and Lizzie not intervened.

They were bloody heroes.

Lizzie was Mehenni's arresting officer.

Is that significant?

[sighs] I don't think so.

Someone had to arrest him.

If that's all,

I've got to ring Lizzie Adama's parents

and tell them their daughter is missing.

I meant what I said.

She's at risk.

I'm worried.

[low tense music]

[PC Jahar] Control, this is 2023,

I'm at Portland Tower.

[Control] Go ahead, 2023.

[PC Jahar] I can see the children on the roof.

They're right on the edge,

-[sirens wailing] -there's a police officer, too.

A police officer's joined them.

[radio clicks and hisses]

[Control] Can you identify the officer?

[PC Jahar] Um. I think it's 1272.

[tense music builds]

[Control] 1272 receiving Control.

-1272 receiving Control. -[radio bleeps]

[PC Jahar] There's another police officer up there.

[Control] Why isn't he answering?

-[sirens wailing] -[PC Jahar] It's 1835.

[Control] Have the officers

got the children back from the edge?

[PC Jahar] No. They're talking.

They're...

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh...

[Control] 2023, update your situation, please.

[PC Jahar] They've fallen.

-Oh, my God. -[low tense music]

[Control] 2023, confirm, please.

Oh, my God. Oh fuck.

[Control] Who has fallen?

-Oh my God. -2023, who has fallen?

[Sarah] No, call it a night, Steve.

Get in here as early as you can.

We lost one of our best-loved officers, sir.

People are grieving,

and DS Collins arrives like Little Red Riding Hood,

stomping around, upsetting everyone.

I know it's her job,

but does she have to do it at our nick?

It's like a slap in the face to every officer here.

Once Sarah gets the evidence she needs,

she'll go back to Victoria House.

What evidence, sir?

This is about as open and shut as it gets.

Farah Mehenni was bat-shit crazy,

she killed Hadley

and it's only by the grace of God,

she didn't kill that boy, too.

Kieran, I don't mind you calling

in the middle of the night,

but if you wanna make a complaint about Sarah,

you talk to your own guv'nor,

-not me. -[liquid trickles]

I don't wanna make a complaint, sir, I just,

I'm just hoping you'll have a word with her, is all.

Because there's another issue,

Lizzie Adama.

I hear she's gone missing.

DS Collins is threatening to go public about her,

and that is a very bad idea.

Do you know who Laszlo Kovacs is, sir?

[low tense music]

[DCI Bailie] He's an organised crime target.

He's a nasty bastard.

[tense music continues]

And he's got every reason to go after Lizzie.

I cannot risk exposing her.

[phone buzzes]

Hey, you.

[Woman] Middle of the night

and Sarah Collins is still awake.

Everything all right?

[Woman] The baby won't sleep.

I feel like I haven't slept for weeks.

Make Peter do some nights.

[Woman] He does, he helps out.

but still...

Are you working?

Yeah, but I can talk.

[Woman] You seeing anyone?

No.

[Woman] Plenty of fish in the sea.

I liked the one I had.

[baby cries]

[Woman] Shit.

Sarah, sorry, I've got to go.

I'll call you.

Okay.

[Sarah sniffles]

-[waves lapping] -[gulls shriek]

Carrie Stoddard. Remember her?

Carrie Stoddard's been making calls.

Lots of calls.

She even got through to the Chief Superintendent, in person.

Turns out Younes Mehenni rang her last night,

told her to back off, or else.

Or else what, guv?

Carrie Stoddard was upset.

Now, the Chief Superintendent is upset.

So, starter for ten, anyone,

the qualities of shit are...?

Oh, guv, ask me, I know that one.

Yes, Hadley.

Shit flows downhill.

Correct.

So, bearing that law of physics in mind,

I guess my question is,

why are you still standing here?

Go nick Mehenni.

-[door clicks] -[phone ringing]

[gulls shriek]

[dispenser rattles]

[door thuds]

Oops, sorry.

-You been here all night? -[tap hissing]

I wanted to get the timelines clear.

Anything on Lizzie Adama?

Took 300 quid

from a cash point in Peckham last night.

No sign of her on public transport,

Jez is checking car hire places.

What about DI Shaw?

He says that Lizzie's a key witness

in an organised crime case.

The suspect's still at large.

That's him, Laszlo Kovacs.

And that's his victim,

one of his girls, Cosmina Baicu.

Shaw thinks he's connected to this?

Apparently Kovacs' phone

puts him at Portland Tower yesterday afternoon.

So,

he was coming after Lizzie?

Shaw says she makes a case against Kovacs.

Maybe he was coming after her,

maybe that's why she disappeared.

Have a look at the case,

see if he's a factor.

Can you make it a priority?

Okay.

So, what've you got there, then?

999 calls.

Radio calls from yesterday.

Guess who we never hear from.

The two cops who were actually on the roof.

They're first on the scene,

but they don't turn on their body cams,

Lizzie isn't even wearing hers.

They don't put up for the 999 call,

they don't radio in when they arrive,

and they don't answer

when Control try to reach them.

Nothing.

Why?

[low sinister music]

And there's something even weirder.

Go on.

17:36. Carrie Stoddard calls 999.

Her son has gone missing.

At 17:40, the incident goes out over the radio.

High risk, missing child,

in a bear suit.

What does Hadley Matthews do?

He's out of station,

on an assignment,

but at 17:41,

when the only reported incident

is a possible child kidnap,

when no-one's even mentioned Portland Tower,

he drops his assignment,

and drives like the clappers,

straight to the tower,

like he knows exactly where the kidnapper's going.

How?

And why the silence?

From both of them.

What were they hiding?

Hey. Thought I'd catch you.

Good to see you, Steve, are you well?

Yes, sir.

Just wanted to let you know,

this morning, we'll be releasing the names

of the deceased to the press, okay?

Any luck tracking down the female PC?

Not yet, sir,

and we're worried about her.

Well, if you're asking to go public,

sorry, the answer's no.

Hope you're not over-complicating this.

Quite a few things don't add up, sir.

Don't you want my take?

A disturbed teenager stole a child,

and only the heroic action

of a 27-year veteran of the force,

prevented an even worse tragedy.

Try to wrap things up here, soon as possible.

Get your team back to Victoria House.

So, what's your next move?

The disturbed teenager's postmortem.

[sombre piano music]

The deceased is a 15-year-old female,

North African appearance...

On initial examination at the scene,

the injuries appeared consistent

with a fall from a height.

She was wearing a light green...

[shutter click echoing]

Farah. Hi.

I've got to go.

He's not in.

You can come and look.

Farah, we're not going to go away.

A serious complaint has been made.

By her.

Yes, by her.

And your dad phoning her last night didn't help.

What was he thinking?

She's trying to get us chucked out.

Listen,

it'd be so much better for him,

if he comes in and talks to us of his own free will.

What will you do to him?

If he comes in,

if he tells the truth about what happened,

I can try and sort it.

Maybe just give him a caution.

What's that?

It's like a warning.

If he comes in.

If he tells the truth.

Farah?

If he comes, will you be there?

[distant siren wails]

[paper tearing]

That's my mobile number.

If he comes in, call me,

I'll make sure I'm there.

[door clicks]

The phone number in the girl's pocket.

It was Lizzie Adama's mobile.

Lizzie gave Farah her personal number?

Till she changed it two days ago.

What about the other thing? Kovacs.

That phone trace at Portland Tower?

Wasn't Kovacs,

it was an associate of his, low grade.

Kovacs could've been using his cell.

So could his granny.

Yeah, he's a nasty shit,

but the organised crime guys

doubt he's even in the country.

I think Shaw sent you down a rabbit hole.

Well, why would he wanna do that?

Is he trying to...?

[mysterious music]

Farah's phone.

Wasn't in her bag or her pockets.

Where is it?

It wasn't on the inventory

of her stuff from home or school.

Well, then we should search them again.

What about Lizzie and Hadley's lockers?

We haven't searched them yet.

What?

That's an obvious priority.

I was going to,

but you sent me after Kovacs.

No, Shaw sent us after Kovacs,

like he wanted us to waste time.

We have to search those bloody lockers.

[dramatic music builds]

Hey, busy Lizzie.

[hands slap]

It's them all right.

[Officer] We're en route.

Do you want to join us?

You bet your arse I do.

Where's your RVP?

[Officer] Hold on a sec.

Passing your nick in two minutes.

We can pick you up.

Fantastic. I'll be in the yard.

[phone clunks]

Sorry about that.

It's about Younes Mehenni.

Yeah, Guv, er, we went round,

but we haven't been able to nick him yet.

It's not about that.

Apparently, Younes Mehenni's solicitor

is making a complaint.

What about?

Don't have all the details yet,

but he claims an illegal entry

and that Hadley said something to the girl.

You were with Hadley all the time, right?

Not all the time.

Was your body cam recording?

Not till Mehenni showed up.

Is there a problem here, Guv?

No. No.

No problem. It's fine.

We'll sort it.

I've got a lot of confidence in you, Lizzie,

you know that?

[mobile rings and buzzes]

Hey.

Want to come on this call?

Go after a couple of real bad guys?

I'd love to, but I...

Okay.

I'll see you at Sergeant Tomo's leaving do.

You're coming?

Oh, yeah.

Be there!

I'm counting on it.

See ya.

[mobile continues ringing]

Hello?

Hello. PC Adama?

This is Farah Mehenni.

I have spoken to my dad.

-[traffic rumbles] -He's agreed to come in.

So, are you there?

Erm, when?

-[distant siren wails] -Now.

We're, we're down the street.

Okay, yes. I'm here.

Just you, not the big policeman.

Remember, you promised you'd sort it.

[low tense music]

Farah, I didn't promise...

We're coming now.

[locker bangs]

-[clothing rustles] -[bag rattles]

Nothing. No phone.

Nothing in Hadley's locker either.

We better give the key back.

[locker bangs]

Let me have it.

[key jangles]

Got an idea.

Stay here, look busy.

Hey, Debs, isn't it?

Hey, master key for the lockers.

[key rattles]

Gotta sign it back in,

or DS Collins will kill me.

She's a stickler.

What's going on there, then?

Sergeant Tomo's leaving do.

-Leaving? -[low tense music]

Why's he still here, then?

Still got another week, poor bugger.

[chuckles] Thanks, Debs.

Okay.

DI Shaw notified Control

he was putting up for the 999 call at the tower,

didn't he?

What time?

17:52.

Seven minutes before that,

he signed out the master key to the lockers.

You're joking?

A child's been kidnapped,

people have been spotted on top of Portland Tower,

a major incident,

right on his doorstep,

and DI Shaw rushes off,

to search Lizzie and Hadley's lockers?

Come with me.

You want to put Detective Inspector Shaw

under directed surveillance?

We have evidence he's interfering in our investigation.

What evidence?

He sent PC Adama home from Portland Tower,

before we could take a statement.

He wasted our time,

making us follow the Laszlo Kovacs angle.

And we have just learned,

that right in the middle of the tower incident,

he went and searched PC Matthews and PC Adama's lockers.

I'd hardly call alerting you to a threat

against PC Adama, "wasting your time".

I spoke to Organised Crime, sir,

they don't believe the threat is imminent.

Second.

If I'm gonna request RIPA authority,

to put a highly-thought-of officer under surveillance,

I'm gonna need better than him borrowing a locker key.

Sir, DI Shaw is clearly obstructing this investigation.

I must be able to...

Could you give us a minute, Steve?

You look tired, Sarah.

I'm fine.

Is everything all right on the home front?

Everything's fine.

Your ex.

I hear she's had a baby.

That's right.

His name's Matthew.

I, I can't imagine, but,

I think that'd be difficult.

You two were together a long time.

I'm not sure I understand your point.

You're under emotional stress,

and it's affecting your judgement .

My judgment's fine, thanks.

My concern is that this investigation,

is been manipulated to a conclusion,

already being pushed by the press,

and, may I say, by you, sir.

That this whole thing,

is the fault of a deranged teenager,

that is not how any investigation should be run.

So, on the record,

I repeat my request for directed surveillance on DI Shaw.

Do you ever wonder why you're still a DS, Sarah,

at your age?

Because I can't tell jokes to blokes in bars?

-[door thuds] -Excuse me, sir.

Jez just called.

Lizzie Adama did rent a car.

Jez found the place,

he tracked the car on ANPR.

It's sitting on a seafront in St Leonards.

Well, aren't you lucky, Sarah?

You better get down there and grab her.

Sarah.

I meant it.

Lucky.

[News Reporter] It is still unclear why Farah Mehenni,

took the boy from his home.

But neighbours say that the Mehenni family,

recent arrivals in the UK,

had difficulties settling into the community

and that police had been called several times

in response to complaints of anti-social...

-[mobile buzzes] -[tap hissing]

Yes, sir?

Portland Tower.

Is there anything you're not telling me?

No, sir.

So if DS Collins informs me,

that during the tower incident,

you went and searched Hadley Matthews

and Lizzie Adama's lockers,

is she lying?

No, she's not lying.

I searched them.

[DCI Bailie] Why?

Why?

Yes, why, for Christ's sake?

I searched the lockers,

'cause who knows what cops keep in them.

That's why!

What if Hadley had betting slips or porn?

The story stops becoming about the cop

who saved a boy's life

and starts becoming about a creepy sex addict.

That's why I searched their lockers.

Look, I'm sorry,

but if DS Collins wants to come after me for that,

then fine, she can have at it.

[DCI Bailie] And did you find anything?

No, not a thing.

Good.

DSI have tracked down Lizzie Adama,

they should bring her in soon.

Where is she? Is she okay?

Let DSI handle it, Kieran.

Good night.

Lizzie Adama.

She's that pretty young officer, isn't she?

[sighs] Yeah.

-[TV reports chattering] -[low tense music]

[indistinct conversation]

[brisk tense music]

[wind blusters]

[traffic rumbling]

Hello, Lizzie.

Are you heading to your car?

That's how we found you.

Car rental.

We just want to talk to you.

[car purring]

Lizzie.

[radio chatter]

[intense dramatic music]

[car crumpling]

[bus horn blares]

Watch out, Steve!

[bus roars]

I think we're done protecting Lizzie Adama, don't you?

You want to go public?

I want her face on every TV in the country.

[feet padding]

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