All language subtitles for Ellis.2024.S01E02.1080p.WEB-DL.H264-W45Ps_track3_[eng]-NH

Oh, look, that's another 42 hours
you lot have

to get your ducks in a row
and charge me.

Just enough time to defrost
that chicken I put in the fridge.

DOOR SHUTS,
DISTANT SIRENS

ANSWER MACHINE BEEPS

'You have one new message.'

MESSAGE TONE

'Ellis, charge your phone
or get a new one. Call me back.'

MACHINE BEEPS,
MOBILE RINGS OUT

It was charged. I was shopping.

'Turn your ringtone up, then.

'What do you know
about Callorwell Police?'

Callorwell...

Callorwell...

Carla Duffy. Drug Baron.

Big operation collapsed.

'CPS had to drop the prosecution.

'They have no choice
but to release Duffy.

'Best-case scenario,

'arresting officers just
skipped protocol or were sloppy.

'There's more. A lot more.

'DS Jenny Rawler. 35.

'Husband reported her missing
last night.

'He's gone public,
the press are all over it.'

"Officer disappears..."

Husband is saying the force
had something to do with it.

'Her colleagues
are keeping a tight lip.

'And their DCI - Hain -

'picks this precise moment
to take a leave of absence.

'Stress.

'The station is a circus.

'So, we need you
to oversee this mess.'

You need PR on this, Ley.
An army of PR.

Not me.

'I need you to find DS Rawler.

'Harper's on his way.'

"Popular with her colleagues.

"Dedicated officer..."

DOOR SLAMS
' "..quiet, serious.

' "Homebody.

' "Married to Adam Reid
for five years.

' "One stepson, Mark.

' "Her car was found
at Callorwell Activity Centre.

' "She was a regular, went climbing
twice a week, had her own locker." '

SHEEP BLEAT

CHURCH BELLS RING,
LOW CHATTER

Carla?

Do you think the arrest was unfair,
Carla?

CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK
OFFICER: Back off!

PRESS PACK CLAMOUR

Carla?!
MUFFLED POLICE RADIO

Out of the way!

COMMOTION CONTINUES

OVERLAPPING VOICES

Carla Duffy?
Not quiet. Or a homebody.

Pretty serious, though.
ENGINE STARTS

Welcoming
Yeah.

DCI Ellis and... Harper, isn't it?

Yeah.

I'm DI Jamie Morrison.
So glad you're here.

We've put every resource
at your disposal.

Finding Jenny
is our number one priority.

So glad to hear it.

DOOR BUZZES
Welcome to the nerve centre.

Let me introduce you to the team.

LOW, OVERLAPPING CHAT

MORRISON CLEARS THROAT
Gents!

Attention.

This is DCI Ellis,

here to help us find
DS Jenny Rawler.

DESK PHONE RINGS

We all want the best results here,

so I'm expecting a clear,
open exchange of...

Thank you.

I'm expecting you to exchange
everything you know with me

and DS Harper here.

Jenny Rawler's bank statements,
parking tickets.

Anything that tells me where she was
up until the moment we lost her.

And, to be clear,

I will not be sharing
any of my findings with your team.

Office.

I bow to your expert opinion,
DCI Ellis,

but, erm,
we're on the same side here, surely?

Your station just arrested
the head of a violent drug gang,

then botched the operation,

were forced to release her
without charge.

Carla Duffy.

Don't worry,
we'll get her next time.

Meanwhile,
the day Duffy's brought in,

one of your officers goes missing.

Her husband thinks your station
is involved in her disappearance.

That's absurd.
Perhaps.

But Jenny
was working the Duffy case.

Opens up another can of worms.

Yeah. Er, several, actually.

So, Jenny could have been kidnapped
or worse,

as leverage
for Carla Duffy's release.

Look, I get your point...

My point is I don't know who,
if anyone,

I can trust on your force.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Everything we've got
on Jenny's movements, boss...

..so far.

I appreciate
how well-informed you are.

But we know that DS Rawler
requested emergency leave

for personal reasons.

Not according to her husband.

So I gather. But then...

The protocol for requesting leave

is an email
to the immediate line manager.

Which would be you.

Jenny sent one text to DCI Hain.

So as he was the last person
we know Jenny communicated with...

Excuse me turning up unannounced
at your home, DCI Hain,

at this difficult time.

No apology necessary, DCI Ellis.

Missing person.
Time is of the essence.

I'm wondering why
if Jenny requested emergency leave.

Er, personal reasons, I believe.

Only, I noticed she sent the request
direct to you.

Which I found strange.

Strange? No.

No, typical Jenny.
And by text?

Not by internal email.
Which isn't protocol...

I'm afraid DS Rawler never quite
got her head around protocol.

"A serious, capable officer"
is how Jenny's described.

"Well-liked."

And I'm sure no-one
will say otherwise.

The thing is, DCI,
I run a tight ship.

You can't turn up
with your shoes polished one day,

and then storm off in a strop
the next.

So, her disappearing
the day Carla Duffy is arrested,

her husband's allegations,
none of it bothers you?

No. First, it's just coincidence.

Second, well,
the man was beside himself.

My take on why she requested leave?

Attention seeking.

Jenny tends to
feel herself hard done by.

Looked over.

But the truth is she's just
not that talented a police officer.

But we make do with what we've got
and we, er, act grateful.

One of the many stresses of the job.

Yeah. Stress.

It's what you cited
in your request for leave.

MAN AND DOG PANT

MAN PANTS,
DOG WHINES

DOG WHIMPERS

CROWS CAW

DS Harper?
I'm DC Thompson.

Leah.

Anything I can do to help, ask.

Jenny and I are friends,
get on well.

We work a few cases together.

And she always stops for a chat
with you, doesn't she, Landry?

Great. Er, Leah? Great.

And Sergeant Landry, right?

So, I was hoping for a look-see
on Jenny's cases.

They're... they're not in this file.

And I'm still waiting for access
to the system.

So, whatever you can do on hoc...

URGENT VOICE IN BACKGROUND

Is it Jenny? What is it?

Sir...
DETECTIVE WHISPERS

No. Please. God, no.

Everyone? Listen, erm...

..we've had the call.

It's not good news.

It looks like we've found her.

Jenny.

She's dead.

SHOCKED MURMURS

I'm on my way.

The boys tell me you're the SIO?

While Hain
has a well-deserved lie-down.

Follow me, then.

I can't see the wound.

She's lying on it.

Single cut, stab.

But it severed the femoral artery.
She bled out.

So the wound's in her thigh?

We'll do a rape kit at the PM,
but sexual assault looks unlikely.

She was fully dressed
when she was discovered.

No other visible injuries.

MUFFLED STRUGGLE

But there was a struggle.
The mud.

Well, she's a copper.

She'd have put up a fight.

Well, if she was stabbed,

it would have had to have been
from behind -

she'd be running away.

But if it wasn't deliberate,
if she fell back?

Onto... ?

Given the jagged fabric tear,
it's not a knife wound.

Something more...
Like glass.

A broken bottle.

Plausible.

Whatever it was,
it's not in the wound any more.

No blood on any shards
in the immediate area.

Well, collect them all up anyway.
See if one of them fits.

Course.
I love a jigsaw puzzle.

Do you think she was meeting someone
who attacked her?

Or just a freak accident?

She fell and died alone.

If so, she wasn't alone for long.

Someone found her, took her phone,
texted Hain.

Requested emergency leave.

Someone who knew Jenny.

INDISTINCT
POLICE RADIO CHAT

DOG BARKS

More of you?
Mr Reid?

I'm DS Harper, this is DCI Ellis.

And DCI Ellis
is leading the investigation

into what happened to DS Rawler,
and we're here...

You mean my wife?

Are you from Callorwell?
Er, no, sir.

DCI Ellis...
That's summat, at least.

Mr Reid...

my heartfelt condolences.
REID SCOFFS

This is a terrible time
for your family.

I don't have many questions.

We know you've been away from home.

At a conference.

I stayed at the Lane End Hotel
for two nights,

got back yesterday afternoon.

There was no sign of her.

I called. Texted. Nothing.

According to your
doorbell security camera,

you may have been
the last person to see Jenny.

Erm, I were headed back
to the library.

You can check, I had to swipe in.

Worked late. I've got exams.

And did you hear from Jenny
later that day?

Any calls, any texts?

No.

No, we... we don't talk every day.

But we got on.

I mean, Jenny's...

..well, Jenny, she were...

Your wife's phone is missing,
Mr Reid.

So we don't know yet who she called,
if she was alone,

if she'd arranged to meet someone.
Meet who?

Oh, my wife and I
did everything together.

Well, apart from her climbing,
your cycling and her job.

Which I begged her to pack in!

Have you any idea
what it's like for a husband,

knowing other men
are treating your wife that way?

"Excluded from briefings,
passed over for promotion,

"publicly undermined.

"Derogatory comments
about her ability to do the job."

And they made it quite clear why.
Cos she's a woman.

So, did Jenny submit this complaint?

No, but the email was ready to send.

Jenny hated making a fuss
and then something happened,

something unforgivable.

"The final straw", she said.

She started making enquiries about
how to lodge a formal complaint...

..of bullying.

And this, er, this bullying.

Who participated in it?

You know what they say.

A fish always rots from the head.

DCI Hain.

So, erm, this complaint, do you...

do you think that's why
Jenny requested emergency leave?

How many times
do I have to tell you? She didn't.

They're lying. Again.

Have you read the letters?

ELLIS SIGHS
Not yet.

But I'd like to,
if you could show them to me.

They're at the station.

I gave them to Landry!
Death threats.

Jenny said it was something
to do with work.

Death threats!
Dad!

She said she were dealing with it.

Yeah!

Instead of which,
they dealt with her!

Bit late for house calls, DCI Ellis.

Bit late for Jenny, too.

It's a terrible thing. Poor woman.

It's not what you called her
earlier.

"Attention seeking",
that's how you described her.

That was my professional assessment.

Of a woman about to file
a formal complaint against you.

For bullying.

Which I think you knew.

And now...

..she's dead.

HE SCOFFS

So, what am I now?
A person of interest?

It depends what you were doing
Tuesday evening.

I'd have to check.
That would be helpful.

HE SIGHS

SNIFFS

Ah, yes.
Cards night at DI Morrison's.

Just the two of us.

Morrison is your alibi.

We had a few beers too many.

Went after hours.
Then I came home.

I need the name of the cab company.

You drove home drunk?

Yes. All right. I'm no saint.

I'm not sure what time I got in.

I could ask your wife.
I slept in the spare room.

Didn't want to disturb her.
Still, she might...

I'm gonna ask you to leave now.

If there's anything else,
I'd like my representation present.

Good idea.

I'll show myself out.

PHONE TAPS

Oh, we knew she was up to something.

It's a small station.

She was enquiring
about the complaints process.

Asked the wrong guy.

Look, man,
she was in love with him.

Hain didn't reciprocate,
or they were up to something.

Then she did what they all do.
"Woman scorned."

Ah, yeah. "Hell hath no fury."

Honestly?

Your lady boss
may be a bit of a tiger,

but all power to her
if she can find Jenny's killer

and get things back to normal.
PHONE DINGS

Excuse me.

Normal?
Hain back where he should be.

He's a good boss. And a good man.

A good man, Hain?

Er, you had him over for cards,
Tuesday night?

He's been under stress.
And Jenny's nonsense didn't help.

And I'm the sort who stands by a man
when he's down.

Right.

Excuse me...

..I fancy some toast.

May I?
I was just leaving, actually.

Yeah, me too.

Coffee's awful.

EXHALES SHAKILY

SOFT GASP

Are you following me?!
No.

I should warn you I'm a black belt.
Fourth Dan.

CHOKES UP

Hey, are you...? Are you OK?

Sorry.
No, of course you're not.

LEAH SNIFFLES
Jenny was your friend.

You worked cases together.

The Duffy op?

Yeah.

Nothing front line, though.
Filing.

I think Hain just put us on it
to keep us quiet.

Right.

Seriously, I'm fine.

Were you talking to Morrison
about Jenny?

A bit.

Look, erm,
it's my job to ask questions.

So, er, was it true?

About your black belt?

SHE LAUGHS
No.

Jenny and I used to wish we were
sometimes.

I wanted to ask him,
but maybe I can ask you?

Er, in the days
leading up to Jenny's death...

..can you think of any
reported incidents?

Anything that stands out?

Yeah. A student overdose.

Her name was Amelie Hadenham.

She was 20.
Amelie.

And was, erm,
was Jenny on that case?

No. They put someone else on it.

Seriously, though, you could ask
for compassionate leave.

Yeah. They'd love that.

No, I need to help find
who killed my friend.

Hain.

I was... I was talking to Morrison
about Hain.

Apparently,
I heard Jenny had issues with him?

Do you?
No.

I've no complaints.

'He gave them to you.'

I, erm... I-I may have...

- Let me, er...
- No, no, Sergeant Landry.

Let me.

What can I do for you, DCI Ellis?

Adam Reid handed in evidence
Wednesday night

while reporting his wife missing.

Letters.

Death threats.

I'd like to see them.

As would I.

That's the first I've heard
of any letters.

But I will personally
hunt them down for you.

And, erm...

..I feel I should explain my evening
with Hain.

Ah. Yeah, he was feeling low.

I felt obliged.

We ordered Chinese.
You-You can check the app.

Yeah. That'd be great.

Thanks, man.

Hain knew what Jenny was planning.

Yeah, Morrison, too.

Though, he reckons that Jenny
was just trying to get her own back

after an affair.

And Leah was proper cagey.

But, er, she did mention a suspected
overdose at the uni last Thursday.

Amelie Hadenham.
A student at Broughton University.

Jenny wasn't assigned to the case.

Was Amelie a friend of Mark's?

Maybe.

Or the drugs could be connected
to the Duffy investigation.

Which Jenny and Leah were on.
Filing.

Why don't we
bring them in for questioning?

The Duffy Crew.
And reveal what we don't know?

You only ask questions
when you're damned near certain

what the answers are gonna be.

But, boss, meanwhile my only
source of intel is station gossip.

IT still haven't given us access.
TEXT ALERT

They're hiding something.

What is it, boss?
Jenny.

She was 18 weeks pregnant.

I mean, I'm no expert...

..but I think I would know
if my wife

was more than four months pregnant.

Do you think they weren't...

..you know...

..intimate?

What did Mr Reid say?

"We did everything together."

Yeah. Nah.

So Jenny
was having an affair with Hain?

Like Morrison said?

The station gossip
is our only intel right now.

Keep asking around.

I could turn on the charm,
I suppose.

PHONE RINGS

Yep?

Chief Constable
wants an hourly update,

media want a report
from the Home Office.

There were death threats.

Letters.

The husband handed them into
the station, but no-one's seen them.

Crucial evidence missing.

We haven't seen
Jenny's phone logs yet,

had access to her cases,
or any complaints made against her.

TEXT ALERT CHIMES
'Why not?'

This could be something to do with
the Duffy op, domestic violence,

or cover-up of a workplace affair.

A blue-on-blue killing?
Or an accident.

Whichever, I'm just not getting
the cooperation I need.

Look, Ley, I've gotta go.

My immediate priorities are the logs
from Jenny's phone provider.

I need them yesterday.

Forensics from the car.

The contents of Jenny's locker
at the climbing centre.

We should have this.

I need the threatening letters
Jenny's husband

delivered to the station
retrieved from evidence.

I also need Jenny's case files...
OFFICE CHATTER

..her records from HR.

And IT to sort out my access
to the station database!

CHATTERING CONTINUES

Just do it.

Gents?

CHATTER STOPS
Thanks, everyone.

Well, word on the wire
is Jenny was...

Tragic, really.

..up the duff.

SAD MURMURS

Given which, I anticipated
you'd welcome the chance

to interview Mr Reid again,
DCI Ellis.

Meanwhile, a quiet word, DCI?

I spent the night searching
for those letters Mr Reid mentioned.

And...

..unfortunately,
the letters were misfiled

and subsequently destroyed
by a probationary officer.

Whose probation has been terminated.
Obviously.

Those letters are part of
a possible murder investigation!

To be fair, ma'am, at that point,

it was just an officer in a tiff,
gone walkabout.

Get me computer access.

So, they killed Jenny...

..and our baby?

I'm sorry, this is, erm...

I know this must be
a terrible shock.

Especially as you knew nothing
of Jenny's pregnancy.

Why would she keep your baby
a secret from you, Mr Reid?

I think she was under
a lot of stress here.

Maybe she didn't know.
That can happen.

But I know Jenny
would never keep secrets from me.

We were incredibly close.

You did everything together.

You said.

Still, we've been wondering who else
might know Jenny's movements.

When she was going climbing,
for instance.

Lots of people.

Everyone here, for a start.

Showing Mr Reid a list of numbers
contacted by Jenny's phone

in the last six months.

Looking at those, it seems to me
Jenny didn't have "lots of people".

The only person
she called regularly was you.

Mark, occasionally.

And some work calls, obviously.

Work. She was obsessed with the job.

It was... It was making her distant.

Oh, so you weren't incredibly close,
then, lately?

One of the calls is to
a midwifery centre in Callorwell.

And there are two other numbers.

Whose are those?
We haven't got through to them yet.

And that's the lot.
No family, no friends.

Yeah, well,
we didn't need other people.

What about the letters?

Whoever it was, they said
they were watching her every move.

You read that, right?

You haven't?

HE SCOFFS

So, instead of finding the person

who threatened and then killed
my wife and child,

you're raking over our private life?

I think it's obvious
what's happening here.

This is a police cover-up!

You've made me a happy man.

A man who's escaped the 1990s.

A proper detective thrives off
an old school crime wall.

Cupboard.

Father of the baby.

Hain.

Any sexual impropriety would
have been in Jenny's complaint.

True,
but Morrison's convinced otherwise.

And a delivery driver confirms

seeing a man fitting
Morrison's description.

No-one else. And...

That's not a lot of food
for two grown men on the lash.

Hain had motive to kill Jenny -
shut down her complaint.

Morrison gives him an alibi
and destroys...

Again, she didn't mention
death threats in the complaint.

SHARP EXHALE

The other two numbers.

OK, one is a registered nurse,
Naomi McKeith.

I've left her messages to call.

The other is an unregistered SIM.

Jenny called it once,
five months ago, no-one picked up.

Could be a wrong number?

SHE SIGHS

Did you try it?

This morning,
but there was no answer.

RINGING TONE

PHONE VIBRATES

BASS MUSIC POUNDS

Nothing.

Apart from the obvious,
it's not bad around here.

Nice views.

And the... the university's
supposed to be good.

Don't tell me, you want to study
Forensic Psychology.

PHONE RINGS

'Is that DS Harper?
Yeah, I just got your message.

'You're calling about Jenny?'

Am I speaking to Naomi McKeith?

I'm sorry I couldn't call earlier,
but I'm on an 18-hour.

EMOTIONAL SIGH
I saw the news.

Oh, shit, Jenny... she was my...

I'm very sorry for your loss.

You're on to DS Harper.
DCI Ellis is on the line, too.

We are leading the investigation
into the...

Oh, I'd like to speak to you
in person, Ms McKeith.

My break's in an hour.
Can you come then?

Er... Great. Yeah, we'll find you
at the hospital.

PHONE CHIMES

It's... It's from Leah.

DC Thompson.

Oh, she came through.

CCTV footage from the hotel
that Mr Reid stayed at.

Great.

Not so great.
There's no breakdowns.

It'll take a while to get through.

God, I miss Trent.

Thank you.
Thank you.

I know I said I'd be on break,
but...

He killed her, didn't he?

Who killed her, Naomi?

Her husband, Adam.

You'd known Jenny a long time?

Since school.

She's godmother to my kids.

Oh, God.

Come.

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

I've been on back-to-backs,
sorting out childcare without Jenny,

and I know it sounds
totally messed up

that I didn't get in touch
right away,

but if I didn't compartmentalise
like crazy,

it would all fall to bits.

I'd fall to bits.

PAGER BEEPS

Er... You've gotta go?

Yeah, but...

We can meet again
to talk about Jenny... and Adam.

He's a controlling, cheating...
PAGER BEEPS

He cut her off from everyone.

Work and climbing,
that's all the life he allowed her.

I only got to see her
cos of my kids.

Erm...

But they were trying for a baby,
right?

Trying how?

Adam had the snip after Mark.
A vasectomy.

Didn't tell Jenny till after
the wedding, though. Bastard.

PAGER BEEPS

Sorry, I'm gonna have to
get back on the ward.

Adam didn't know Jenny was pregnant.

Pregnant?

Oh, Jenny. Shit.

Why didn't she tell me?

PAGER BEEPS

Sorry, I have to...

Just get him! Please.

PAGER BEEPS

SIREN WAILS

"Our baby"?

That was a whopper.

And Adam isn't the only one
with secrets.

Who was Jenny sleeping with?

Whoever it was, he's less likely to
have killed Jenny than her husband.

Boss.

He said he never left the hotel.

That's Adam Reid.

Another whopper.

Glad to see you're keeping up
your leisure activities, Mr Reid.

You must be feeling better.

Exercise helps me process
my emotions.

My grief, in this case.

Please, can't you just leave me
in peace to mourn?

I've told you everything I know.

That's not quite true, Mr Reid,

so we thought we'd give you
another opportunity to talk to us.

Somewhere quiet, perhaps.

Look, I panicked, OK?

I lied.

About Jenny's pregnancy?

It was the shock.

You were basically telling me that
my wife had been having an affair.

So you pretended the baby was yours.
I had to.

I knew how bad
it would make me look.

What makes you look bad, Mr Reid,

is that you're more concerned
about how you look

than you are about how Jenny died.

What makes you look bad

is the control you had over
"your wife",

as you insist on always calling her.

The tiny world
you allowed your wife.

It has a name. Coercive control.

And that's a crime.
OK?

Naomi's kids. Work.

A climbing wall, twice a week.

You.

That's not a life.

Three times a week.

And Naomi? That leech.

I bet she put the boot in.

Jenny did everything for that woman
and her kids.

I'm not the monster here.

The night Jenny disappeared,

you told your colleagues
you were having an early night.

Then you left the hotel at 6pm
and took a taxi back to Callorwell.

No comment.

You returned to the hotel at 6am.

No comment.

No need. Cab company confirmed it.

Did you see Jenny that night?

No comment.

Did you kill Jenny Rawler, Mr Reid?

No!

You're right, Mr Reid.
You do look bad.

And the fact that
you've been sleeping with...

Miriam Anderson

makes you look even worse.

But lucky for you, Mr Reid,
Mrs Anderson insists

that you spent the night
of your wife's death with her.

And she proved it, too.

Showed us the photos and everything.

OK... cases.

Jenny was focusing on
sexual offenses.

A specially trained officer.

She and Leah.

Wow, their conviction rate,
way above average.

Not the rubbish cop Hain described.

But Hain and Morrison
take her off sexual offences

and put her on some big operations.

Working under them.

She's just jumping
from case to case.

She's not jumping.
She's being pushed.

Her case history backs up
her allegations of bullying,

until...
Er...

Yeah, five months in,
Jenny requests a transfer.

Problems at home?

Jenny leaves the Carla Duffy op,

is moved over to
Broughton University.

Amelie Hadenham dies last Thursday.

Then Jenny prepares her complaint.

Amelie Hadenham
wasn't on Jenny's caseload.

So why would the overdose
be the last straw?

Another sexual offence case?

Tim Jones.

Multiple alleged sexual offences.
Flashing.

But Jenny couldn't pin a conviction.

Then he's named in the local papers.

Er...

Jones lodged an official allegation
of police harassment.

Said they deliberately leaked
his identity.

"Callorwell Police
destroyed my life."

He names Jenny.

PHONE VIBRATES

'Ellis, there's something
I need to show you at the scene.'

OK, Bennett. Meet you there.

Bennett?

This is what I wanted to show you.

I've been thinking about
her position.

Her leg was lifted,
nothing below to support it.

With that level of tissue damage,
she couldn't lift it.

Someone did that to her.

There's also a bruise
above the wound on Jenny's thigh.

Hmm, as if someone
was holding her there?

Not a handprint. Too regular.

See?

And there's more good news.
The glass jigsaw.

We solved the puzzle.

Found the perfect fit
for Jenny's wound.

Any prints or DNA?

None. Nothing at all on it,
except... nitrile.

Off one of these.

Now, I don't mean traces.

Somebody very deliberately
wiped down that broken bottle

wearing a glove.

OK.

What did Bennett have?

The rape kit came back clean,

but someone was with Jenny
when she died.

Someone wearing nitrile gloves.

It could be anyone.

Any copper, for starters.

KNOCK AT WINDOW
I know you're following me!

I know an undercover car
when I see one.

A clear breach
of my civil liberties.

Gimme that.

That was Tim Jones.

Go!

Mr Jones, we'd like a word!

Look, whatever that witch
is saying now, it's a lie.

I didn't do it.

If by "that witch"
you mean Jenny Rawler, Mr Jones,

she's dead!

You haven't heard?
Don't you watch the news, Tim?

Never.
You can't trust mainstream media.

DOG BARKS

I lost my job, my wife, everything,

cos of that woman's
rabid feminist agenda.

She was obsessed.

Repeated arrests
for indecent exposure, trolling.

It sounds like you were the one
who was obsessed.

Her superiors didn't agree.
I was released.

No further action.

So she set about
ruining my good name and...

And now she's dead,
and here you are,

heading straight toward the place
where she died.

It's still a free country,
just about.

And the dog likes the woods.

DS Rawler came climbing here
twice a week.

Did you ever see her?

No. And I didn't kill her, either.

We don't know that she was killed,
Mr Jones.

So, we are simply looking for
potential witnesses.

Someone who might have seen her,
the night of.

Where were you Tuesday evening?

Erm... At home.
Then walking the dog.

Then at home again.

Don't you need to check?

No, cos that's all I ever do.

Watch TV. Walk the dog.

Morning, noon, dinner, midnight.
Repeat.

Must be a tired dog.

Well, that's my life now,

thanks to your DS Rawler
and her little doe-eyed sidekick.

You made complaints. A lot of them.

Yeah, I was exercising my rights
as a British citizen.

Are we finished?

Dog needs walking,
TV needs watching.

For now.

But we'll be in touch.

You don't need to tell me!

I know I'm being watched.

Mass surveillance.

Next, you'll be putting a chip
under my skin.

This is bordering on harassment,
DCI Ellis.

Once and for all,
I did not kill that woman.

That woman and her unborn child.

Oh, yeah.

Surprised you hadn't heard that
on the wire.

DI Morrison's quite the talker,

and he thinks you were sleeping
with Jenny.

Keep your bloody voice down.

Walk this way.

How far along was she, Jenny?

Four and a half months.
Shit!

HE SIGHS
Shit, that's horrendous.

Yeah.

That would mean, erm... November.

I was on holiday with my family.

Three weeks in Dubai.

Nice for you.

See?

I'll forward you the eTickets.

That satisfy you?

Someone got Jenny pregnant.

Someone sent her those letters.

Letters?
Death threats.

Her husband handed them in
the night he reported her missing.

Since destroyed.

What?

Bloody Morrison.

Well, I was on leave.

It never would have happened
on my watch.

Course. You run a tight ship.

Jenny's record of convictions
on sexual offences was spotless.

And she was hopeless
on any other type of investigation.

So, I may have made her life
uncomfortable.

Moved her from case to case.

And yet, you put her
on the Duffy operation.

Admin.
Sat in on a couple of interviews.

And for a moment there, I thought
I'd finally found her niche.

She seemed to be going
above and beyond.

Way beyond, as it turned out.

And not for us.

Ah, see? You're getting there.

You think Jenny was sabotaging
the Duffy operation.

A bad apple?

Turning the whole barrel rotten.

And I wasn't gonna let that happen.

So, you figure it out.

You seem like a good cop, DCI Ellis.

Just do the bloody work
and leave me and my family alone!

Well, so if Hain knew Jenny
was corrupt,

then why wouldn't he report her
instead?

Her conviction rate
on sexual offences was too high.

It made him distrust her,

and made proving she was bent
tricky.

So, he tries to bully her out
instead.

But Jenny wasn't corrupt.

She investigated
those cases properly.

Until he put her
on the Duffy operation

to keep an eye on her.

And suddenly she's different.

Something changed.

OK.

Callorwell opened
the Duffy investigation in June.

Get one conviction straight off.

Carla hires a crack legal team.

And in August,

Callorwell nail
Carla Duffy's brother, Casey,

for possession with intent
and unlicensed firearms.

CPS are building
a child trafficking case.

They're picking off
Carla's big guns, one by one.

And in September...

..Jenny joins the Duffy case.

And after that...

Everything goes quiet.

Why?

Blown out search warrants
that turned up nothing.

Evidence lost.

And Jenny asks to be
taken off the job in January.

Things pick up.

And in March,
Callorwell pull in Carla Duffy.

So, Hain was right,
Jenny was sabotaging the operation.

Real question is, what for?

What for? Erm... money?

No. She wasn't that bad off.

Love, hate, fear.

The baby. Love.

Jenny loved someone.

Someone she had to keep secret.

Someone she wanted to
stay in contact with.

The baby's father.

And this is who.

Now, we have an unregistered SIM
that no-one picks up,

but Jenny called.

Yeah, once, or maybe by mistake.

Or maybe they only pick up
to a particular number.

Jenny had another phone.

A burner. She kept it safe.

Away from work, home.

Somewhere no-one could find.

Her gym bag.

But that hasn't turned up.

Boss, why would Jenny need a locker
in the climbing centre?

When she's carrying everything
she needs in that bag. Right!

Callorwell must have set up
our access by now!

DOOR BUZZES

Nice one, Landry. Finally.

No,
this is DC Thompson's handwriting.

Harper?

DC Thompson didn't mention
clearing out Jenny's locker.

Boss, send me that number.

PHONE CHIMES

Secure database.

This'll tell us if the number
was used in any criminal activity.

Boss.

Jenny was sleeping with him.

Had her baby with...

Curtis Keogh. Carla Duffy's son.

Well, that is interesting.

The intention
is to arrest Curtis Keogh.

One of Carla Duffy's boys.

He and his associates
are known for firearms,

so this is an armed operation.

Any questions?

Are we arresting him in connection
to Jenny's death, sir?

Only...
No.

Business as usual.
We're collaring a known felon.

Haven't CPS called a halt
on the Duffy case?

Just on Carla, for now.

We've credible intel
Curtis is at this address.

Right, gents.

Let's be 'aving him.

My office, please.

You made sure it was you
that cleared her locker,

went through Jenny's stuff.

Cos I didn't want them touching it.

Finding something else
to bad-mouth her about.

Jenny was the sweetest.

And she was a good cop.

Good cops don't run intel
for county line gangs -

drug dealers, child traffickers.

They don't sabotage
their own operations.

The Duffys?

SHE SCOFFS

But we worked that case together.

We'd had some bad luck,

Carla had heavyweight lawyers
and Jenny was worn out.

The pregnancy, I guess.

But I'd have known if she was...

We got results, when they let us.

And if Jenny was doing what you say,

it's because Hain, Morrison...

You can go now, DC Thompson.

I signed up to do something good,

to help people.

But what happens here...

this isn't policing.

Leah. Look, she's tough, I know.

I thought a woman
would stand up for Jenny,

be on her side for once.

She's just like all of you.

Victim-blaming.

Where... Where you going?

When I said you should take
some leave, I didn't...

Leah, you do not want to do that.

I already did.

I'm done.

DOOR BUZZES

ENGINE REVS

I'm gonna make this call to Curtis.

Things are going to move fast
and in strange directions.

KEYPAD TONES

RINGING TONE

PHONE RINGS

Different number.

Who the feck are you?!

Ms Duffy.

I need to speak to Curtis Keogh
about Jenny Rawler.

'You calling that number tells me

'you've been speaking
to too many people as it is.'

I'd like to speak to Curtis
face to face.

I think you can arrange that.

'Why the hell
would I want to do that?'

Because an armed unit is heading for
the garages on Bridge Road,

and shoot-outs are bad for business.

DUFFY ENDS CALL

PHONE BEEPS

Co-ordinates.

Show yourselves!
Armed police!

Armed police!
Show yourselves!

Show yourselves!
Show yourselves!

Clear!

Clear! Clear!

Clear! Clear!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

DOOR BUZZES

DCI Ellis?

Could I have a word?

Go on.

It was my daughters, really.

It shouldn't take that
to do the right thing.

Morrison assumed the letters
were from Hain.

He told me to shred them.

And that we protect our own.

Jenny was one of your own, too.

So are we gonna discuss it?

I mean, what is the...

what is the protocol when
it comes to tipping off criminals

to an imminent raid?

That raid wouldn't have got
a single safe conviction.

Personally, I feel fine about it.

Copasetic.

RINGING TONE

'Ellis?'

Boss, I'm sending over DI Morrison's
deliberate suppression of evidence.

I recommend
his immediate suspension.

I'll walk from here.

But this is a bad idea, boss.

You can't go up there alone.

Wait here.

Grand view, isn't it, DCI Ellis?

Oh, I know who you are.

Top cop wheeled in
from the Big Smoke.

Then you'll know I'm not here
to discuss the view.

DUFFY CHUCKLES

They must love you
down at Callorwell,

that shower of shit

But a woman should enjoy the moment.

Get herself some "me time"
when she can.

Tea?

Go on, it won't kill you.

We need Curtis
to answer some questions

about Jenny Rawler.

My son didn't hurt her.

None of my sons, my nephews,
brothers,

would dare put their hands
on a woman.

Even my da
learned the error of his ways

in that regard... in the end.

He's a suspect.

His relationship with Jenny,
what he made her do...

He didn't make her do a thing.

She betrayed her colleagues,
her husband.

I've learned, if you want loyalty,
you need to earn it.

She had a professional duty.

I never put work before family.

And everyone that works for me
is family.

Or feels like it.

I make sure they do.

Sounds like manipulation to me.

Or love.

Got any family yourself?

Just my dad.

And my daughter.

Nice.

Now, there,
you got the better of me.

Not for the want of me trying.

I was set on a girl this time.

A granddaughter.

Nothing beats a girl.

I knew they'd be having a girl.

I had a little dream

of visiting my granddaughter,

teaching her how to bake a cake,

drive fast,
take no shit from anyone.

I think someone killed that dream.

I'd like to know who.

I'm of the exact same mind.

Could be Curtis.
No.

But if it was,
you can do what you like to him,

and fair play to you.

He was the most terrible fibber
as a boy.

But I've told him, no nonsense.
He'll be good.

Well, it was a pleasure
talking to you.

These boys.

They have families, too.

Dreams, too.

They're not here for the fresh air
and "me time".

You're killing their dreams,
Carla Duffy.

Am I so?

Well, maybe you'll get a chance
to stop me...

..next time.

Cuff him.

All right, DC Thompson?

You did this!
Wait, Leah!

You killed her!
Leah, hey.

Look at me.
Look at me, look at me, look at me.

SHE HUFFS

I've read the letters now.

The letters?

Right.

Well, was it just the bullying,
or was it something more?

What do you think?

Jenny and I used to joke,

"What's the betting they've got
a WhatsApp group about us?"

I can imagine
what they say about me.

"DC Dog Face."

I mean, that's ridiculous.
Look at you.

So what?

I'm at work. What matters is,
can I do my job?

Not how I look.

Of course.

Just stay. Just stick it out.

Keep my head down?

Hope that justice gets served?

Like it did with Tim Jones?

He flashed a 12-year-old.

How can women keep safe
from a man like Tim Jones

if they don't know what he's done?

Leah...

"Don't be such a drama queen,"
they said.

Seriously?

A girl from the uni
walked into this station

to report that she'd been raped.

They didn't even bother
to generate a crime number.

Amelie Hadenham.

We looked after all our girls.

Made sure they understood
that using a dating app

or going home with a guy
didn't equal consent.

"Do not enter."

You wrote that.

Leah...

..I'm sending you pictures
of these letters.

MESSAGE SENT TONE

Do what you like with them.

PHONE DINGS

Funny, this is where it happened.

Not the most romantic place to meet
the love of your life, but...

DS Rawler sat in
on your questioning?

Jenny. Yeah.

They were just fishing, really.

But she caught
more than she bargained for.

Yeah, cos you started using Jenny
to pervert the course of justice.

That's not what it was!
Don't be twisting things.

I didn't have to talk to yous,
you know?

Ma could have gotten me away, easy.

I'm here for Jenny.

Jenny was working admin.

Filing.

She had means and opportunity
to interfere with evidence.

Evidence pointing to you.

I didn't ask her to.
And it was just the once.

Once was enough.

You think I don't know that?

But it didn't matter what she did,

she didn't deserve
the things they called her.

She needed a way out.

And so did I.

You met regularly to discuss ways
to disrupt the operation.

To discuss us.

Once a week.

It's all he'd let her have.

Jenny's husband, Adam Reid.

Kept her like a bird in a cage.

She could only get away
for a few hours.

Three climbing sessions a week.

But she only went to two.

'We'd do a film,
take a drive, talk.'

I thought you'd have got your
marching orders by now, DI Morrison.

Marching orders?

I'll have you up
for insubordination, Sergeant.

Yeah, I doubt it. You'll be lucky
if you get demoted to PC.

Tell me about Amelie Hadenham.

The OD at the uni?

Not our customer.

What was it she took?

Alprazolam. Benzodiazepine.

So where's a bunch
of old school dealers like us

get something medical like that?

No, Ma's been tearing her wig out.

So there's a new supplier in town?

If you know who, tell me ma.

The night Jenny died?

After Jenny's shift that morning,

she was going home, packing a bag,
and meeting me.

But?

Jenny never turned up.

Must have made you angry.

I've never been so gutted
in my life.

So you went looking for Jenny?

BANGS TABLE
Fff...

Fuck!

I wish I had.

But I did something stupid instead.

Jenny changed me,

but I'm me ma's son.

Can't grass, not even on meself.

Sorry.

Where's DC Thompson?

How did she not know about all this?

How did you not know about all this?

Now, you can forget
about DC Thompson.

Callorwell Station is down
another female officer.

Right, listen up!

So, before you're all suspended,

is there anyone
in this shitshow of a station

who can pull the cell site history
off Curtis Keogh's phone?

I need it yesterday.

SHE SIGHS

Sorry about that.

I've got ten minutes.
There's a room we can use.

OK.

Take your time.

So, yeah, I did the sexual assault
examination on Amelie Hadenham

and gave Jenny the heads-up.

She'd clearly been attacked,

and without Jenny on her side,

I knew Callorwell would bury it
if they could.

Two percent conviction rate
on sexual cases?

They're not worth the hassle.

Amelie wasn't on Jenny's caseload.

They kicked her off and buried it.

And then Amelie overdosed.

But Jenny kept trying to
do the right thing by her.

Did she ever talk to you about
her relationship with Curtis Keogh?

Who? Never heard of him.

Curtis Keogh was a suspect

in a big drugs operation
Jenny was working.

And the father of her child.

EXASPERATED EXHALE

That's wild.

Jenny hated everything about drugs.

Amelie Hadenham.

You were there
the night she came in,

said she'd been assaulted on campus.

You knew Jenny wanted that case.

She'd already taken the victim
for a sexual assault examination,

was ready to interview,
but Morrison asked you to bury it,

and you did as you were told.

Didn't even issue a crime number!

All right, all right.

Kept telling myself,
"Grit your teeth and bear it...

"..just long enough
to claim the pension."

It's our job to listen
to the victims.

You didn't.

Now she's dead.

These letters,
they're not Carla Duffy.

Not her style.

STOMACH GURGLES
Hmm. Sorry about that.

COMPUTER DINGS

Boss.

Ah, nowhere near the woods.

Turns out he was inside
a jewellery store,

doing a smash and grab.

"Everything they're not telling us."

What's that, boss?

Search,
"Everything they're not telling us."

It's a conspiracy theory book.

He walks his dog morning, noon,
dinner time.

And midnight.

We should have brought him in
from the get-go. Yeah.

Jones!

Go!

PAINED MOAN

Let her go, Jones!

She came looking for me!
Hounding me!

I thought with the other one dead,
I'd be left alone.

Stay back!

All right, Tim.

We know you wrote the letters
to Jenny.

She made you angry.
You're angry now.

But you need to let DC Thompson go,
Mr Jones.

DS Rawler destroyed my life.

You were stalking her.

You'd warned her in your letters
that you were watching her.

You knew about her schedule, Tim.

When she went climbing.

You'd already threatened to cut her.

And Tuesday evening...

I'd had a bad day!

So, I came to the centre.

I was thinking, maybe, I'd...
Confront her.

Tell her what she'd done.

Maybe.

Hurt her.

No. She hurt me!

Telling everyone my name!

And what you'd done.

That must have been humiliating.

Your secrets out in the open.

Thing is, Mr Jones,

Jenny didn't leak your name
to the press.

Of course she did!

How else could they have known?

Someone did.

Someone who felt
it was the only thing they could do

to keep women safe!

It wasn't her?

Well, well then...

Argh!

Put your hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.

COUGHS

Argh! No!
Calm yourself.

Who did it? Who did it?!

Me!

You bastard!

And I was right.

I knew you'd rape, kill, in the end.

You murdered Jenny!

No, I never touched her!

I waited for her,
but she was a no-show!

I'll be on the CCTV!

Move, Tim.

Calm yourself down.

I'm gonna put you in the car.

That's Jenny's. He had it.

What are you doing
with Jenny's gym bag!

I found that! I swear!
I just found it.

Move, now.

So you did a smash and grab,
seriously?

I told you I did something stupid.
Not for the first time.

Jenny's best friend...
Naomi.

..she's never heard of you.

What Jenny had done,
what we were planning,

had to be kept secret.

She also said Jenny hated drugs.

She was right on that score.

We found Jenny's gym bag
at the scene.

She was ready to leave.

Packed her passport,

and a load of prescription drugs.

Look, Curtis, did your ma know

that Jenny was the one
dealing at university,

taking business from her?

Are you stupid or what?

Jenny, move product? She'd never.

Fuck!

Fuck. I told her.

I told her my ma
had worked out who it was.

I told her
she needed to pick her family,

us or them.

You spoke to Jenny on Monday?

She said if it was true,
she'd sort it.

We agreed to leave on the Tuesday.

When she didn't turn up,

you were angry enough to smash a car
into a jewellery shop.

Ten years minimum!

Because I thought she'd chosen them!
Whoa, whoa.

Is everything all right? It's OK.
We've got this under control.

HE SOBS
Hey, take it easy, Curtis.

You all right, mate?

I told her, family or no,
I couldn't protect him

now Ma had found out.

She needed to make him stop.

Jenny said
she'd speak to him next day.

Said I'd see her tomorrow,
and she never came.

If he did it,

killed Jenny, the little shit...

DCI Ellis, ending the interview.

URGENT KNOCKING

When did you last see Mark?

Er... Yesterday, I think it was.

I... I expect he's studying.

I need to look around his room.

DULL THUMPS

RATTLING THUMP

Somewhere for you to study
your forensic psychology.

Ah, I should be so lucky.

What?

You could end up an educated fool
like Morrison.

You're good as you are, Chet.
Trust in that.

BELL RINGS

Mark! Hey, stop there!

What's he doing?

Oh, really?!

Hey, go on, mate!

Argh!

Mark! Stop!

Who was that?
You all right?

CHATTER

Oh, sorry, sorry.

What you doing?!

Stop!

Did you see that?

Mark, it's over.

Kid, stop it.

Argh!

Get off!

Get up, Mark!
Get off me! No!

Mark Reid, I am arresting you for
possession with intent to supply,

and the constructive manslaughter
of Amelie Hadenham.

Sixty grand of student debt
for a degree that's worth nothing.

It won't even get me a job to pay us
the interest on the loan.

Can't afford a mortgage.
What were I supposed to do?

Well, work?

Make something of yourself
in the world.

Even Jenny got it.

Not the dealing.
She didn't know about that.

Until she did.

But I knew she had connections.

You knew about Curtis.

I saw them at the movies one night.

Didn't blame her. Dad's a git.

But it made me more paranoid
about the Duffys.

What if they found out, came for me?

CHAIR SCRAPES FLOOR

Talk to me about Amelie Hadenham.

You gave her the benzodiazepine.

Something bad had happened to her.

Didn't know what. Didn't ask.

But she overdosed, Mark.

Is it my fault
she didn't read the packet?

Maybe she couldn't count.

After Amelie died, I were done.

But when I got home Tuesday,
Jenny were there, waiting for me.

She found half my stash, took it,
and put it...

Put it in her gym bag.

She said she could sort it

so there'd be no trouble
from the Duffys.

That was the last time I saw her.

Did I get Jenny killed?

Where did you get the drugs?

Who was your supplier?

Where do you think?

Not like my dad allowed us
many friends.

OK.
All right.

Naomi? Sorry.

- Naomi McKeith?
- I haven't seen her.

Ah, here!
Yeah.

I'm looking for Naomi McKeith.

Naomi.

Naomi!

'Doors opening.

'Lift going down.'

Nurse, can you open the door?
Please!

Thank you.

Shit!

Excuse me, please! Out the way!

You have to believe me.

I loved Jenny.

Could never hurt her.

But you could supply prescription
medications to Mark Reid.

Medications that led to the death
of Amelie Hadenham.

I needed money for me kids!

My salary, I can't even pay for
the childcare while I'm at work.

You any idea the... humiliation,

taking your kids to a food bank

after you've finished
an 18-hour shift?

Jenny was helping you.

Jenny was leaving, with Curtis.

She didn't tell you about the baby.

No. Why didn't she?

If I'd have known
she was pregnant, I...

She'd asked to meet me.

Said she had something to tell me.

'She started shouting at me about
the drugs, about Amelie.

'I saw red.

'Lecturing me,

'when she was sleeping with
the biggest drug dealer in town!'

Get off! Stop it!

I said stop!

'You pushed her.'

'Doors opening.

'Lift going down.'

Take the next one, mate.

'Doors closing.'

ALARM TRILLS

Go on.

I couldn't figure out
what had happened at first.

But her face was so pale.

Confused.

I knew something was wrong.

She was in shock.

She'd landed on a broken bottle.

So much blood.

A puncture wound,
severing the femoral artery.

I stopped the bleeding.

But I knew Jenny so well.

She always had to do
the right thing.

You sure about that?

Even after everything she did
for Curtis?

WHIMPERING

No.

I couldn't risk it.

She'd picked her family.

It wasn't Adam and Mark any more.

Or even me and the kids.

It was... him.

So you wiped down the broken bottle
with your glove.

Hid the bag as best as you could.

You took Jenny's phone,
texted her DCI to delay the search.

And came into work.

Said nothing to nobody.

I know it sounds like
the craziest...

Not really.
It's what you said before.

You compartmentalise.

LIFT DINGS
'Doors opening.'

I fancy something to eat

that's not crisps or caffeine
or curry sauce.

It's a bit of a drive, though.

Chet?

You coming?