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I thought the door
was locked but she ran.

- What is it you're so scared of, Shannon?
- He's going to find me.

Make sure she knows
I'm worried about her.

Get her something nice,
something pretty.

Shannon Kelly is 15 years old

and we suspect she
was sexually abused.

I didn't know where to go.

This is the new girl.

- When do I get to meet her?
- She's not ready yet.

- She got a girlfriend?
- Yeah, course.

I'm here about a
death last night.

Body was found
collapsed in the street.

Tattooed man was
riddled with strep,

but so high on oxycodone

he wouldn't have even felt ill
until he died where he dropped.

This is DI Vickers.
I need Professor Dalton

to attend a crime
scene immediately.

She's in a suitcase -
could be from anywhere.

Why don't you come
out and say it?

Did you have sexual relations with
your stepdaughter, Shannon Kelly?

She's young, she's white,
she's 14 and she's �50.

Umar, can you open the door?!

Body's still inside.
It's a young girl.

"And then I fell in love"
Part 2

"Amy, I really need to speak to you.

"Please, please get in touch."

Mini Cab.

Is she dead?

Silent Witness
Season 15 - Episode 12

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
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Where were you?

- Where were you?
- I was tired.

There was no-one there, farm.

- You were meant to look after things.
- Umar, Umar!

Why are you stressing
the man for, fam?

- It was a mistake. That's it.
- That's it?

That's it, man.

Why are you stressing
over some white girl for?

They ain't got no respect so why
are you stressing the man for?

We didn't do nothing to her.

Probably did it herself,
probably trying to smoke a rock.

Kamran did nothing.

At the end of the day, fam,
she did that shit to herself, bruv.

- Mini Cab.
- Umar, she burnt her own self up, you know.

- What's your terminal?
- That's what happened, yeah?

No comeback to us, innit?

I'm sorry.

A driver will be waiting for you
in arrivals.

No, no problem.

OK.

Umar!

I liked her.

Shannon Kelly
can make trouble for us.

She tells somebody a story,
somebody believes her...

She ain't going to say nothing.

You'd better hope he's right,
you know.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Terminal 3 to Sindlesham.
Where is Sindlesham?

Amy has a message.

From Shannon.

Hi! Where are you?

Do you want to hook up?
I have got so much to tell you.

I've been trying to get hold of you
for ages. Where have you gone?"

I'm in hospital. St Jacobs.

Can't have visitors
at the moment.

Let you know when I can.

Don't tell anyone, OK?

I don't want my
parents to find out.

Kamran.
Yo, Kamran!

She's still in the hospital.

So this time, you go there

and you make sure she knows
we're thinking about her.

I wanted to make sure
you were all right.

I want to understand, you know,
so that I can help.

OK, well, I'll...

check in with you later.

Have you talked to Shannon Kelly?

No, I went to see her.

Epic fail.

Didn't want to speak to you?

Did you ever want to run away
as a child?

No.
I was more a fan of confrontation.

You know, I see them
in the street sometimes

and I get the Good
Samaritan complex

and want to help them get home.

What makes you think that going
home would make her safe?

Nothing.

Where was Shannon knocked down?

Near the airport.

And where was she running from?

Here.

She ran across the street.

- About 500 yards away.
- From where?

From where Johnny Dear
was found.

They both had serious
strep infections.

Should probably inform the
Health Protection Agency.

What are these?

I think they're head lice. I'm
having them tested for confirmation.

Do lice get confirmed?

- Where are they from?
- Suitcase girl.

We won't get very far with head lice.
They're ubiquitous, I'm afraid.

- I might. You never know.
- I do. You won't.

Waste of effort.

Must be hard being
right all the time.

It's a burden.

And what is that, I wonder?

- Nothing.
- They would be dead.

Of course.

But it did cross my mind that I
might've caught them from Shannon

- when she came to the flat.
- Shannon had lice, did she?

- She might have.
- Actually in the flat?

Well, obviously I hope not.

Probably used my
hairbrush and everything.

- Nikki?
- Yeah?

The girl in the suitcase...

Just spoken to Vickers
and the DNA has come back

- and there is no match on the database.
- Interpol?

Nothing.

But Vickers has authorised funds

to model the head

to help with identification.
You all right?

- Yeah, nothing.
- What's this?

Nothing. We found strep in our

tattooed man, Johnny Dear,
and the girl that Nikki helped.

- What girl?
- The girl who was running away

and the RTA she
came to Nikki's flat.

- She came to your flat?
- Yes.

She had scarlet fever,
strep infection.

They are connected
by time of incubation

and loosely connected
geographically,

about 500 yards.

The police found
Johnny Dear's body here?

Yeah.

The flat that burned down, the young
girl that was asphyxiated...

..was there.

What time did he die?

3.30, 4am.

I thought maybe he was
heading down the...

bus station to
catch a night bus.

Let's take a look up here.

He had partially digested chips
in his stomach.

Maybe we should ask DI Vickers
to take a look at that.

- Yeah. Where's the flat?
- Up here.

Let's go and scrub up.

Excuse me, young man.
You can't go in to see her just now.

I'll put them in a vase
and show them to her later.

Thanks.

It's OK, it's OK.

Leo.

Fibres.

Your stepfather denies
the sexual abuse allegation

you made on your profile wall.

Like I'm going to put that
on my wall.

Abdul's got nothing
to do with anything.

I got fraped, you stupid bitch.

Who are you afraid of?

Come on, Shannon. How can I help you
if you won't talk to me?

You can't help me.

There's only one way out of this.

She died of smoke inhalation.
DNA's being run now.

Smoke alarm batteries were dead.

Window was locked,
double glazed.

Door to the room was locked,
no evidence of a key.

She was locked inside the room?
Well, that's murder.

Was she inebriated?

Her blood showed
a high concentration of oxycodone.

- Tattooed man, Johnny Dear...
- Yeah, same as him.

It's become the fashionable drug
of abuse.

She also had high levels of crack.

She's smoking a rock
of crack cocaine, collapses,

the rock falls and ignites
the bed clothes.

Fire inspectors say the fire started
on the bed clothes

and radiated from there.

The nylon from the carpet fused
with the skin on her cheek.

She'd have been lying on her front

with her right cheekbone
pressed against the floor,

desperately trying to breathe through
a gap at the bottom of the door.

Hardly the actions of a suicide.

Leo, the fibres we found
on Johnny Dear's body

match the carpet fibres from the room

so he was in that room
some time before he died.

Who owned the building?

Limited company, buy to let.

There's no evidence
that she lived there.

So she doesn't live there,
she's locked inside the room,

she's on drugs...

Johnny Dear has the same
painkillers in his system.

He's got the same fibres
on his body.

I did find this dried film
on her thigh.

I'm still waiting
on the lab, bur...

but if we speculate
that this film...

- is lubrication...
- And these are condoms.

She was a prostitute?

Was Johnny Dear the client
or the pimp?

Johnny Dear was from Burnley.

We can place him in the room but
we can't place him with the girl.

Do you know what really bothers me?

She didn't have any shoes.

The girl in the suitcase?

Yes, or something resembling her.

I did find something
that might be useful

in helping to identify
where the body came from.

- Pediculus capitis.
- Head lice.

- Impressive.
- Studied Latin.

Well, they were dead but
clinging to the hair follicles.

How's this helpful?

Head lice in Britain
have developed

a resistance to malathion,

the active ingredient
in most head lice treatments.

It's a very demonstrable resistance
which we were able to measure.

Malathion was banned in Europe
until last year

so I can't be certain

but I'd guess that the lice
that we found are British.

Perhaps they infected the deceased
after she was in the suitcase.

The plastic wrap
would have been a barrier.

Lice live off blood and die
within 48 hours without it.

On balance, you're saying
she never travelled anywhere.

Not unless you believe in heaven.

Do we have a cause of death?

Not yet.

If we work on the assumption
that she is British

then perhaps you should extend
the DNA search to familial matches.

See if you get
a manageable amount of hits.

Can you e-mail me a
copy of this right away?

We need to go to the
headmaster of every

secondary school in the country.

She is, yep. Hang on a sec.

Nikki.
DS Masood.

She won't talk to me.

What makes you think
she'll talk to me?

She hasn't wanted to so far.

Desperation.

Yours or hers?

Hi.

OK.
Don't talk to me.

It's OK. There are...

hundreds of other
people queuing up outside

waiting to be nice to you.

- What does it matter to you?
- Oh, come on, Shannon.

- I thought I could trust you.
- That was just stupid, wasn't it?

I took one look at you and saw

that if I didn't get antibiotics
in you straight away

then you were on your way
to necrotising fasciitis.

And I've just seen a case
in a dead man.

He was covered in tattoos
all over him. I've never seen
anything like it.

What? And he was dead?

You must have done
a pretty good job.

I'm a pathologist, Shannon.

I deal with dead
people every day.

- You are the exception.
- Am I?

You know, he had the same
strep infection as you have.

And just so you know,
it becomes sores that never heal.

And the flesh begins to ooze pus
and dies

and in order to save your life,
they might have to cut off a leg

or an arm,
or you can get brain damage.

Then you would live your life
strapped in a chair

with some bored,
disinterested person

shovelling food down your throat
every day.

That's your reality.
That's a kind of living death.

And I shopped you.
I did.

For the same reason that I gave you
mouth-to-mouth on the street

and that I stayed with you
until you went to hospital.

That was me.

That was the person
that you can't trust.

Wait.

I'm sorry.

You eating something.
Knickerbocker glory.

My man!

For the hottest girls in London,
innit?

Something to wear
when you go clubbing tomorrow night.

Cos we're going to party hearty.

Make sure you got the same dresses.

You girls are going to
look proper old, you know?

- Grown up.
- Only the best for my girls, yeah.

The best will not rest
until they are on your chest.

I've done bad things.

If my mum found out,
she'd be so hurt.

They said I could go to prison.

You won't go to prison.

Is there a reason
that you can't go home?

She'll never forgive me.
My stepdad's going to throw me out.

I mean, it's pointless.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

I fell in love.

Come on.
You don't have to be afraid.

You don't understand.

I just really wanted them to like me.

I just fell in love.

Who with?

They're going to hurt me.

I mean, they already
know where I am.

He came into my room.

How do they know
that you're here?

- I don't know.
- Have you told anyone

that you're in the hospital?
Family?

- No.
- Friends?

I told my friend Amy.

- Amy? Who's Amy?
- She's just a friend.

Could she have told them?

I told her not to say anything.

She sent me a message and...

..I said I was in hospital
and couldn't see anyone.

I mean, it was a
private message.
It wasn't on her wall.

- What was her name again?
- Amy Chester.

- And you can trust her?
- Yeah.

Can you show me the message?

What is it?

Her name is Amy Chester.

She and Shannon Kelly
were good friends.

They'd known each other
since primary school

and they went to dance classes
together in their...

Both Amy's message
and Shannon's response

were sent after Amy
had died in the fire.

They fraped her profile.

Posed as Amy and
sent Shannon a message

to find out where she was.

That's how they posted
the sexual abuse allegation

against Abdul Aziz, her stepfather.

- Who is "they"?
- Shannon won't tell me.

How can anyone help her, then?

She's afraid of
what they might do.

What does she think
that "they" might do?

Are we sure there is a "they"?

I've asked the nurses to keep a
close eye on her, because I guess...

I'm worried that
she might consider suicide.

There was something
that she said...

"Only one way out for me."

They can't hurt her if she's dead,
can they?

- We're pretty sure there is a "they".
- It's very melodramatic.

Have you had an empathy bypass?

They can't hurt her if she's dead.

So kill her.

It really wouldn't be normal policy.

- Mrs. Kelly?
- Yes.

Do you have
a daughter called Shannon?

She's scared.
She's

scared of something, or...
someone.

Could she be scared of her
stepfather?

No, of course not.

- She's scared to come home.
- She doesn't have to be scared.

It's none of my business and
I understand that and I apologise...

She doesn't have to be scared.

She's alone and...

..I think she needs her mum.

She's my girl
and I will do anything for her.

She just wouldn't listen. Please...

just tell me where she is.

She could still be contagious.

Mum.

Thank God.

Thank God.
I've prayed for this.

- Thank God.
- I love you, Mum.

I love you so much.

- I love you.
- I love you so much.

When we go to that club tonight,

you're going to be dancing. You're going
to be shaking it, going to be shaking it.

My men will be there.

Banging.
Banging.

Boys are going to
be hitting on you.

I don't want nothing
to happen to you.

It's best you take precautions.
You on the pill?

Been thinking about it.

- No.
- No?

You know, the pill's good.

Makes your titties bigger.
Eh?

They give you everything you need
in there for free.

Pills, morning-after pill,
condoms.

Just go in there.
They ask for your name.

You give them a fake one.
Who's going to know?

You OK, Hannah?

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Come on, then. Get out.

White whores, man.

Don't look so surprised, Younis.
It's how they're raised.

I'm sorry,
I was doing my job.

I was trying to
protect your daughter

and we had to pursue
every possibility.

That includes the allegations
made against you

that we now know to be untrue.

These men who Shannon
is afraid of...

You believe they work
for a minicab firm.

- Can you give us the name...?
- My daughter's home.

She's safe.

She's asked me to just forget
everything that's happened

so that's exactly
what I'm going to do.

Forget.

Can you go in tight
on the ventricle?

- Can you get Professor Dalton in?
- Yes.

Arrhythmogenic right
ventricular dysplasia.

That's not what I expected.

She died of natural causes.

A broken heart.

She wasn't murdered.

So why was she in a suitcase?

There were no other
marks, no indentations,

no signs of heavy blows.

This is the cause of death.

Her name is Megan Reid.

She left school unexpectedly
just before her GCSEs.

She was very popular, well respected
and liked by her peers.

- It's uncanny.
- She had problems at home.

Her mother wrote to the school,
said she'd left.

Shannon Kelly
went to the same school.

Megan Reid's father worked

in Flight Deck
Catering for nine years,

senior operations manager

with access to all the
secure areas of the airport,

including left luggage.

Quit his job five months ago

just after his
daughter disappeared.

- Vernon!
- What?

He's... just coming.

We'd like to take a DNA sample

from you and your
husband if that's OK.

Oh, no!

Oh, God,
you've found something.

We hope to rule her out.

Yes.

Why did your daughter run away?

She and her father...

I guess they were too similar.
They fought.

- Fought?
- They argued.

- Over?
- Boys.

- Didn't like her friends.
- Why?

Pakis.

He didn't like their ethnic origin?

No.

He didn't like them because
they gave our daughter drugs.

Can I help you?

- Yeah...
- We're looking for Shannon Kelly.

I'm sorry.
Shannon Kelly has passed away.

She dead?

I'm afraid so.

Detective Sergeant Masood,
please.

I've been waiting for you to come.

- You've found her?
- They don't know.

They need to take our DNA.

Can you open your mouth?

Thanks.

It might not be her.

Dr. Alexander made a computer image

that was identified
by Megan's former head teacher.

We found her body in a suitcase.

Oh, no!

How did she die?

Do you know how she died?

She had a catastrophic
congenital heart condition.

Heart condition?

Her heart just stopped.
We don't know why.

- She didn't suffer?
- No.

he would have died instantly.

Perhaps in the
heat of an argument.

Or a struggle.

We'd like to know why
someone put her in a suitcase

and not an ambulance.

That would be hard to understand.

You said you were waiting
for us to come.

One day I...

I knew you'd find her.

Alive or dead.

How did your daughter end up
in a suitcase, Mr. Reid?

I can't help you.

Just like I couldn't help her.

We've got nothing. He denies it.
There's no physical evidence.

What, there's really nothing
you can do?

Failure to report a death
or failure to file with a coroner?

Failure to do something.

Failure.

He's guilty of failure.

- Is that them?
- According to the nurse.

Can you PNC that plate, please?

Pause and zoom in here?

And that's a minicab licence.

Fast Mini Cabs?

You need a car, lady?
Where you goin'?

No, thanks.

Do you know a young woman
called Shannon Kelly?

No, know nobody.

Is that all?
Cos I've got work to do.

You want one, yeah?

They're good, you know.
They make you feel... free.

That's it. Swallow it down!

Are they legal?

They're about as legal
as you are in this club.

Take it. It's nice. Trust me.

- Are you awake?
- I am now.

Is there a shame that great?

What?

A disgust so great

that you could do
that to your own child?

A suitcase?
And pretend it didn't happen?

A shame that great?
I don't know.

People are weak.

We're all weak.

One way or another.

I like having you here.

Now, my cousin is the
night clerk over here

so we're going to
get some drinks.

Are you listening to me?

Easy.
Easy, easy!

Everyone was wondering
who you were tonight,

like some movie star.

Isn't that right, Fawad?
A movie star.

No, I want to go home.

Hey, you don't want to leave
your friend behind, do you?

Come on.
Younis will drop you home.

We've still got some more partying
to do, yeah?

- Yeah?
- Yeah!

No.

- Hey, come on. Come on!
- No.

Come on.
You trust me, don't you?

Here, chill.

You're really beautiful,
you know that?

- How's your mother and father?
- Yeah, good, man.

- Give them my kindest regards, eh?
- I will.

In there, yeah?
Cool, bruv.

Two minutes, yeah?

Can I get some?

What you looking at?

What you looking at?

I'm looking at...

I'm looking at the most...

..the sexiest girl
in the whole world.

I'm totally twatted.

No, no, no. Come on, come on.

Can't be weak.

- Keep moving.
- I've got the helicopters.

No.
No.

No.

No, please.

No, no.
No, I don't want to.

- Please, no, no.
- It's OK.

Don't do anything to me, OK?

Stop looking at me like that.

Why are you looking at me like that?

- What are you going to do to me?
- I don't want to do anything.

- I'm not going to do anything to you.
- You scare me.

Make yourself sick.
In the toilet. Make yourself...

Quick.
Hurry up.

Be sick, yeah.
Be sick.

- What?
- What's going on?

Oh, man!

- Oh, man. Ruined, man, ruined.
- What did you do to that one?

That makes me... hard.

- Sick bastard!
- All right, we'll party with her later.

Later.
Come on, Fawad.

Give him the keys, man.

Yo, come on.

Take them to the office,
put them in the flat.

- OK. Yeah.
- OK, come.

Yo. Don't squash her, big man,
now, yeah?

Hey.
Come here.

You get your friend
and I'll take you home, yeah?

Here. Go on.

Yo, fam...

make sure he gets them there.

- All right. Yeah, yeah.
- Right?

Lauren, come on.
Lauren, we need to go. Come on.

Come on. Please, Lauren, come on.
Lauren, come on.

You need to pay for your rooms.

- Umar said that we didn't...
- Umar? Who's Umar?

- I don't have any money.
- I don't need any money.

- Get off! Get off!
- Oi!

We gotta go!
We gotta go! Come on.

What you sayin', Younis?

Man's taking the piss and that.
I'll take care of these, yeah?

Ladies, do you want to follow me?
Get in the back seat and that, yeah?

Hurry up, yeah?
Jump in, jump in.

You know what, Younis?

What we do, yeah?
We get back to the flat, bruv.

You can have a little one-on-one
with the one you like, fam, yeah?

What you doin', bruv?

What you doin', bruv?

Where are you taking us?

Younis, where are you taking us?

Take you...
take you home, yeah?

T-Take you home.

You're bleeding.

I'm OK. I'm OK.
It's all right.

I'd better get you home, yeah?

- Younis...?
- Yeah. Call your...

call your mum, yeah?

Are you awake?

- As always.
- Morning!

Is it?

Was Amy Chester wearing shoes
when they found her?

No.

Did you check for Amy Chester's DNA

on the illustrated man's body?
What was he called?

- Johnny Dear.
- That's it.

No. We placed him in the
same room with the fibres.

Why?!

She knows who
murdered Amy Chester.

That's why she's so terrified.

She doesn't even know Amy Chester
is dead.

- That's not material.
- What do you mean, that's not material?

You're saying she knows
who murdered a person

she doesn't know has
been murdered yet?

- I'm sure of it.
- Why?

She wasn't wearing any shoes.

When she was hit by the car,
she wasn't wearing any shoes.

When she came to the flat, she
was wearing her hospital slippers.

I gave her my trainers.

They took her shoes
away for the same reason

they took away Amy Chester's -
to make it hard to escape.

I think that we will find
Shannon's DNA on Johnny Dear's body.

- We should tell DS Masood.
- Yeah, we should.

But not before we've spoken to her.
I don't want to frighten her.

You won't be able to swab for
DNA without her permission.

What's your point?

I suppose I'm saying that
you can't swab her for DNA

without her permission.

Hi, Leo.

OK.
See you.

- What?
- Leo's at the scene of an accident.

Two young girls, both
drunk and drugged.

Both underage.

More now on the cuts affecting
your local services.

It's an intensely
political issue...

- You've got visitors.
- Hiya.

Sorry. Can we have a word
with Shannon alone for a minute?

Thanks.

Shannon, this is Dr. Cunningham.

He did a postmortem on...

Dr. Cunningham's
just done a postmortem

on a man called Johnny Dear.

I don't know anyone called that.

He was the guy
covered in tattoos.

We found your DNA on his dead body.

Please can you just leave me alone?

We know you were with him.

Come on, Shannon.

They made me do it.

I mean, they made me take drugs.

They locked me in a room
and I couldn't get out.

- Where? Where was it?
- I don't know.

Somewhere near an airport.

I remember hearing
the sound of planes.

- They locked me in the room.
- Who are "they"?

Detective Sergeant.

Apparently he worked
for a minicab firm.

- Fast Mini Cabs.
- How do you know this?

We caught a car on the CCTV
at the hospital.

There were two white girls
on the back seat,

both with alcohol and oxycodone
in their systems.

They say
they don't remember anything.

Right.

I need someone...

I'm not sure how to say this.

There's issues relating to the
cohesiveness of the community

- involved in this investigation.
- Just say it.

Pakistani.
Muslim.

I need someone who's Pakistani
to work with me

so that no-one thinks this is a
racially-motivated investigation.

Do you know,
that makes me think that it is.

You said, "Just say it." I just did.

I'm investigating
a group of British Asian men.

I think they are rapists

and I think they
groom white girls.

There are so many land
mines involved with this

- that I need someone...
-To step on the land mines for you.

Someone to point
out where they are

so that no-one
gets their leg blown off.

Amy Chester,
Megan Reid...

Not Megan.

I mean, her mum said
that she ran away.

You can stop them. You can identify
them and stop them, Shannon.

Please can you just leave me alone?

Thank you for
everything you've done,
but please just leave me alone.

Nothing happened. I don't...

I don't remember anything.
Nothing happened.

Perhaps we can come back later,
or...

- you can give me a call.
- She's got nothing to say to you.

These men are exploiting
your daughter...

You are not making my baby out
to be some kind of slut.

She went clubbing.
Nothing happened.

Now, get out of my house.
Go on, get out.

She's got nothing
to do with this.

I'm not having you
ruin her future.

- Your daughter had drugs in her system.
- Her drink was spiked.

- And alcohol.
- Then go after the ones

that sold it to her, and
the club that let her in.

- Did he die? The driver?
- Yes.

She don't know anything.
She got nothing to tell you.

Yo.

She's the one that was
here asking about Shannon.

- Asking about Shannon?
- Yeah.

- Looking for Shannon?
- Yeah.

Don't worry about that Shannon.

She's dead, you know, fam.
She died.

Who told you?

The nurse.
A nurse at the hospital.

- The nurse told you?
- Yeah, the nurse told me.

A nurse is going to tell you...?

You want it?
You want it?

A nurse is going
to tell you she's dead?

A nurse ain't going
to tell you she's dead.

You know why?

Cos you're not related.

She's a goria and you're not.

She's not dead.

She's not dead.

She just wants us to think she is.

Clever girl.

OK, OK.

OK, OK, OK.

OK. We'll show her
what we got, then.

We shall shut her mouth.

I'm going to show her mum and dad
what kind of sket she is.

I'm going to flick that shit
over YouTube, man.

Bitch! Goria cutiya.
Bitch!

Please...

I can get into my flat tomorrow.

They can seal off
the damaged bit and...

- repair it.
- Great news.

Yeah. Be out of your hair.

Yeah, you were
getting irritating.

Familiarity, contempt.

Shannon.

Shannon?

No!

Hello?

Oh, no.

- Sorry.
- It's all right.

And this is them
leading Johnny Dear

from the chip shop.

And this is them
abandoning him in the street.

They knew he was ill.

They had an obligation to
help him, but they didn't?

I don't see a crime.
Do you?

- Hiya.
- Sorry to interrupt.

She insisted on seeing someone.

- Can I help you?
- I...I...

I called the police and
they said that he was here.

I just...

I just wanted to see him.

Sorry, who?

I only know him as Younis.

But he... he saved me.

Do you want to tell me
how you know him?

I can't. I... I can't.

Hannah...

I think I know what
you might have been through.

A girl called Shannon Kelly

asked me for help
because she was so frightened.

But she wouldn't tell me anything...

..and now I can't help her.

Will you let me help you?

Come on. Come on, come on.

Please...

Mini Cab?

Fawad Kahn, Kamran Hussein?

- Yep.
- You're under arrest.

Oh, yeah.

The golf club.
Yeah, I know it. Yeah.

Would you like executive
or standard?

Fast Mini Cabs.

Do you want me to put that
in the back?

Harry?

Is that your phone?

Dr. Alexander.

Yep.

I'll be right there.

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