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You trying to intimidate me? Is that what this is?

Just following a directive from me DCI.

I'm a friend, we were in the army together.

John Gibson.

If Paul did have secrets, do you intend to honour them?

Depends what they are.

I have made some mistakes.

You're on the sex offenders register for life.

You do not mess with my family.

Has she been sleeping in my bed?

Jasmine, please.

Crowther is covering his tracks, and you're all letting him.

You said you tried to interview him

but he was too weak to talk.

The police officer, I had to ask her to leave.

-She was getting him riled up. -The one with the phone?

No, the one with the scarf.

A hacker got into Kohli's computer.

He's being released and reinstated.

The post-mortem results show

that Brandice died from his injuries.

Kelman lied about Brandice.

If she's involved, I don't know how high this goes.

She's gone. Amy, I can't find her.

As you see, we have CCTV footage

of Amy leaving the caravan park alone.

After that, it's highly probable that she got into a car.

Or hitch-hiked or someone's taken her.

So obviously, house to house, friends, family, associates.

We've spoken to Amy's grandmother.

She says she hasn't heard anything.

Same with her aunt and uncle,

but we weren't getting a lot of cooperation there.

We've got a list of Amy's classmates.

We're working our way down.

Acting DCI Nyles knows the McLennan girl

better than any of us.

Maybe she can help focus things.

Amy was struggling socially at her new school,

so I wouldn't waste too much time there.

I'd focus on her old school friends.

Which is exactly what we're doing.

You seeing the girls first?

So?

So Amy hung out with the boys more.

I would start with those two.

Maybe it's worth Nyles also revisiting the aunt and uncle,

a familiar face.

She might get a more sympathetic response.

Well, DCI Nyles seems to be across every other aspect

of this case, so why not?

Okay, back to the CCTV footage.

Gemma Brandice says she's never heard of a John Gibson.

And the files I sent through?

Gibson weren't on them either.

Sure he works for Crowther?

Yeah, his car was registered to a Crowther company.

If he's a trusted insider, he'd be in the files.

Well, maybe he's a new addition to the team.

Maybe he's been abroad or...

Or he made a mistake.

Look, I still don't understand

how you got on to this guy in the first place.

There's no mistake. I just need to find him.

Why?

You think he'll lead you to Amy.

I don't know. Maybe.

Maybe a lot more, as well.

Damn right, I'm angry.

You were supposed to be protecting her.

Amy was your responsibility.

I understand that more than anyone,

and we are doing everything we can to try and find her.

But we need your help.

My mum's got cancer.

Now my sister's dead, and my niece is missing

all because of you people.

Mr. Sumner, I'm really sorry about what's happened.

We're not jailers, and we couldn't

keep Amy under lock and key.

-That's bullshit. -Oscar.

She's 12, and she's out there on her own because of you.

I'm so sorry.

I need to take this.

Arrested for what?

Oh, Jesus.

Is the girl all right?

Look, I'm in the middle of something here, so I can't...

Right, fine, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Was that about Amy? Did they find her?

I'm sorry, I've got to go.

If Amy calls or texts or makes any contact at all...

How's she supposed to do that then?

You lot took her phone away from her. She's got no money.

You took bloody everything from her.

Please. You have to find her.

I will. I'll do my best.

Where were you headed last night?

Nowhere.

So you were riding the 66 bus just for fun?

Well, I can't work, can I?

So don't have much else to do.

Several witnesses saw you

harassing young women in town.

Making conversation, more like.

Well, the onboard CCTV saw you sit down

next to a 15-year-old girl.

Was she now?

Well, how was I supposed to know that?

She was wearing a school uniform.

It's not a crime to sit.

It is a crime, however, to expose yourself to a minor.

This isn't your first offence.

It is, though.

It's my first as Samuel Price.

Well, maybe this wasn't made clear,

but being a protected person isn't a licence

for you to do as you please.

It still carries consequences.

Even if it means me kicking you off the programme

and telling everyone exactly who and what you are.

I'd call your boss before I did anything stupid.

Otherwise, he might lose his star witness,

and I don't think he'd like that.

Fine.

I'm placing you in protective custody

right here in the police cells.

You can't do that. That's not part of our deal.

Oh, I can do it all right.

You're already under arrest,

and my only obligation is to keep you safe

until such time you give evidence.

DS Kohli, can you make the arrangements?

My pleasure.

You lock me up, maybe I won't give any bloody evidence.

Well, you'll have plenty of time to think about that

in your nice quiet cell.

Hello?

Amy, is that you?

Bloody hell!

Dad, are you all right?

I can't hear myself think!

Okay, let me have a go.

Here we go.

Huh.

There we go. What happened?

Well, the pan burnt, obviously.

Where's Jasmine?

What?

She -- well, she was here.

I think she was.

Yeah, it's okay, there's no real harm done.

Hiya, I got a... Hey, what's that smell?

Well, what do you think?

Oh, crap. I thought I would make us some food and --

And you left Granddad alone in charge of a hot frying pan.

Don't blame Jasmine for my mess.

I just needed to grab some things.

I was only gone like 15 minutes.

Long enough, obviously.

Do you know what?

I was gonna say, leave it, I'll clean up,

but I'll probably do that wrong, as well.

-Jasmine -- -Just leave me alone.

Wow, you stuffed that up royally.

Thanks, Dad. It's made me feel so much better.

Jas, can I come in?

I'm doing homework.

I'm sorry.

I should be grateful that you made an effort.

Actually, I cook all the time at Dad's place.

What, 'cause he doesn't feed you?

Because he lets me.

Right.

Look, I know it's been tough with my work and the break in.

-I'm quitting cello. -What?

No, you're not. -I hate it, all right?

Well, you -- you played for Granddad just the other day.

So? He likes it, you like it, I don't.

-First I've heard. -Because you don't ask.

You never asked me whether I wanted to play

or change schools

or go between your place and Dad's every week.

Oh, Jasmine.

That girl, I get she was in danger,

but you didn't even tell me she was gonna stay here

in my room.

You just did it.

I had to make a quick decision.

She's used my makeup, moved my iPad.

I mean, that is really violating, Mum.

Wait, your iPad?

Just my old one.

It was in that drawer, now it's gone.

Jas, can you track it?

Um, maybe.

Weird.

It's at some caravan park.

I never saw her using an iPad.

I would've said something, obviously.

So you didn't search her room when she went missing?

No, that's the one place I knew she wouldn't be, wasn't it?

Alright, well, it should start beeping now.

Anything?

Hang on.

Got it.

Anything useful?

I don't think you're gonna like it.

Amy's been messaging Crowther's son,

and the boy's been telling her she can't trust the police

and that his dad wants to help.

You think Crowther's pulling the strings?

It's possible.

And if he was, he's probably already got her.

You got to tell Wheatley.

She's been pushing for a raid on Crowther.

I don't trust Wheatley.

And I have reasons to think that Kelman's been leaking

information, so if we do this openly,

it's gonna get back to Kelman,

and then Crowther will get tipped off.

We know there was a second hit man at the safe house.

My guess is Crowther's got him tying up loose ends.

If I authorise a raid like this behind my DCI's back

and it goes wrong...

Everyone who was there is dead.

Amy's the only one left.

That's why we can't wait. We've got to do this now.

Armed police!

Hey, come on, take it easy!

Stay where you are!

Take it easy!

Stay where you are!

-Get on the floor now! -Get on the floor.

Put your hands on your head, and don't move.

-Room clear! -Room clear!

It's alright.

-Clear! -Clear!

Clear.

All clear.

You have no right. We've done nothing wrong.

Eddie.

Edward Crowther, we've got a warrant

to search your property

in relation to the abduction of a missing child.

-What? -Child, what fucking child?

She in there?

Nothing yet.

We're gonna need to talk to your son.

You can be present, Mrs. Crowther.

No. When will you people stop persecuting my family?

You are making the biggest mistake of your life.

Amy?

This is a set up!

You set me up!

We need to confirm with ballistics, but this is the same

calibre weapon that was used to kill Jock Ferguson.

Either way, it's enough to lock him up.

There's no way Crowther killed Jock himself.

So why did he keep the gun here?

Don't know. Even clever criminals make silly mistakes.

-Not that silly. -It's a win, Liz.

And now with the gun, we can search all of his properties.

If he's got Amy, we'll find her.

Promise you.

-Arlo. -He already gave a statement.

I'm with protected persons.

I've been looking after Amy, trying to keep her safe.

And my son already explained he knows nothing

about where she is.

She's a 12-year-old girl, and we are really worried about her.

So if your husband's got nothing to do with this,

the sooner we find her, the sooner we can leave you alone.

All I want to do is find her.

Whatever more you have to say,

you say it to our lawyer.

Come on.

Hey, Arlo.

Do you know what's happened to Amy?

I don't know.

Well, you were messaging her.

Did you meet up?

I know you think you're helping her, staying quiet,

but it's the exact opposite.

And I need to find out what's happened.

My dad wouldn't hurt her.

I never said that.

Amy said you told her he would.

So you did see her.

If I find Amy safe and well,

that'll help your dad get out of trouble, too.

We met up last night,

hung out for a bit,

and I thought she'd come home with me, but she wouldn't.

Your people made her scared of us.

And you left her alone in some shitty caravan.

Arlo, you need to tell me the last place you saw Amy.

They were at the corner shop on Smith Street,

and then they walked to the nearest bus stop.

That was hours ago.

Well, still, it's a start.

There.

Where's she going?

Can you track her?

She spent the night on the street.

And it was cold last night.

She would've needed to find shelter.

Some of the shops on the High Street have awnings.

Wouldn't be a bad place to kip.

One of the shopkeepers might have seen her this morning

when they opened up.

I'll get my keys.

Detective Chief Inspector Liz Nyles.

With all due respect, we've got a lead on

Amy McLennan's location, so we need to keep going.

You're not going anywhere.

We need to speak to you right now.

About what?

About the nature of your relationship

with DS Paul Brandice.

This is ridiculous.

Amy McLennan is out there, in danger.

May I remind you that you are now under caution?

DS Kohli's passed on the last known location

of the McLennan girl, and I have officers searching for her.

So it's no longer your concern, Liz.

I am Detective Inspector Thomas Jardine.

With me is Detective Chief Inspector Hannah Wheatley.

It is 4:37 PM on the 15th of September, 2023.

Would you care to introduce yourself?

DCI Liz Nyles.

DCI Nyles, in our last interview

in regards to Paul Brandice, you said,

"We worked together, of course, not directly.

I thought he was a first class officer."

When asked whether your relationship extended

beyond that, you said, "We went to the pub a couple of times

with colleagues."

Is there anything you'd like to now add to this assessment?

I want to know what you're alleging.

I'm just asking about your relationship

with Paul Brandice.

Let the record show that DCI Nyles gave no answer

to the question.

Have you seen this phone before?

Where did you get that?

I'm asking if you've seen it.

Yes.

When?

Belonged to Paul.

I found it in his car.

Let -- let me get this clear.

You accessed Paul Brandice's vehicle

and you recovered this phone?

That's correct.

And then you lied about it.

You withheld it from the lawful police investigators

even though it was material

to a multiple murder investigation.

That's correct.

Right, help me make sense of that, DCI Nyles.

I needed to remain active as a police officer

involved in the McLennan murder case.

Remain active?

I wanted to retain control of Amy McLennan,

keep her safe.

And I wanted to remain free

to be able to investigate the circumstances

of Paul Brandice's shooting.

If I'd have handed that in, I'd have been sidelined.

Because it contained text messages,

which you deleted but my tech team recovered.

Messages sent to and from your phone proving

that yourself and Paul Brandice were involved

in a highly improper sexual relationship.

If I'd have revealed the relationship,

I'd have been sidelined.

So instead, you withheld evidence,

even though it may have assisted the investigating officers

in solving the McLennan murders?

I didn't trust the investigating officers.

DI Bewley and his team found that phone

in a house belonging to Edward Crowther.

So how do you think that Crowther got it?

This was taken from my house

straight after I turned it back on.

That means they were tracking it.

The same people that set up Raj Kohli

and doctored the hospital CCTV.

Right.

So, do you want to help us out here?

Who's capable of pulling off these technical marvels?

Amanda Kelman.

As DS Jardine well knows.

There's a -- there's a number on this.

A John Gibson.

You need to find him because he is the contact

between Crowther and Brandice and maybe Crowther and Kelman.

That number you refer to belongs

to a burner phone, purchased for cash, now out of service.

It's effectively untraceable.

That's pretty standard practise for organised criminals.

And corrupt police officers.

I'm not corrupt.

I'm telling you it's Kelman.

She's the leak.

When we last spoke, you said that you were unaware

that Brandice went to your father's place,

that he must have followed you there, surveilled you.

That was another lie, wasn't it?

When we recovered this phone,

we went back through your statement and your movements,

and we found this.

Taken from a CCTV camera near your father's house.

I put it to you that yourself and Paul Brandice were

working together for Edward Crowther.

-No. -Now maybe he

led you into it.

He might have seduced you into it.

-No. -But either way,

you conspired together in the murder of the McLennans

at the behest of Edward Crowther.

No.

My relationship with Paul Brandice was a mistake.

I've made a lot of those the last few days.

But I think maybe he slept with me

to find the McLennan safe house.

But I never worked for Crowther,

and the McLennans were my witnesses.

I would've done anything to protect them.

Except keep your knickers on.

I am pausing this interview at 4:42 PM.

Go get me a coffee.

Want one, Liz?

Workplace romances happen.

It's -- it's not a hanging offence.

But the rest of this, Liz, it's -- it looks bad for you.

It's -- it's really bad.

So maybe you better start telling me the truth.

I have.

Everything I've said in here is true.

You know, I've been aware of you

since I started in the force.

You was daughter of star copper, high achiever, girl most likely.

And, you know, when all this started,

I was actually really excited about working with you.

But ever since then,

you've obstructed me and you've lied and...

And now you expect me to believe you.

So tell me, would you believe me

if the positions were reversed here?

No, I don't think so.

Given the suggestion of improper

and possibly corrupt behaviour on your behalf,

this matter has been referred to me.

Has it?

As it stands, for withholding evidence, you'll be charged with

perverting the course of justice.

Wheatley doesn't yet have the evidence

to make the conspiracy to murder charge stick.

But believe me, she's working on it.

I told Wheatley you're the leak.

It's on record.

You'll be bailed and suspended from duty, obviously.

My advice is to go home, retain a good lawyer,

and for God's sake, stop your obsessive digging.

Why are you doing this?

Isn't it about time you stopped asking that question

and accepted things the way they are?

If you did, we'd all be a great deal happier.

-Raj. -What the fuck, Liz?

This isn't the way it seems.

Like the phone?

I sweated it out in that cell, keeping your secret.

I'm sorry. I should have told you the truth.

What I'm hearing is you're bent.

At least say that isn't true.

You know it isn't.

Please say you know that.

I looked up to you.

And now, it's like I don't even know who you are.

I've made mistakes, but whatever else has happened --

I can't talk about this anymore.

No, that stuff's mine.

Love, you need to let them get on with it.

Mum, what is going on?

They won't tell us what it is, but they had a warrant,

and they're going through our things.

Your mum and I need a quick private chat, love.

I'm so sorry, Jasmine.

There's been a misunderstanding at work.

What kind of misunderstanding?

Are you in trouble?

Yeah, but we are gonna sort it out, okay?

Liz, seriously, right now.

Just need to talk to your dad, love,

so just give me a minute.

So I got a call off an old mate on Wheatley's team.

Filled me in on the details.

But you didn't tell Jasmine?

Say it isn't true, Liz.

Some of it's true, some of it isn't.

I'm not even sure I know the difference anymore.

You'll go to jail, yeah?

Will you take Jas to your place?

And then what?

I don't know.

Really better work it out

'cause eventually you're gonna have to explain yourself

to that girl.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to.

I just couldn't.

Maybe you never trusted me.

It wasn't trust, Dad.

It was about feeling judged.

I'm your father, Liz.

I have to say what's right and wrong.

I did my best.

Oh, that poor lassie, Amy, she trusted me.

Jasmine, too.

You're right.

That's the mess I've made.

I shouldn't criticise your parenting.

Hey, maybe it's easy being a grandparent.

You can take their side, be a friend,

keep their secrets.

Is Grandma gonna be in trouble?

When I got here, she wanted to ring you,

but I begged her not to.

No, love, it's okay. She's not in trouble.

But you know you can't stay here.

Your grandma's not well enough to look after you.

And even if she was,

you wouldn't be safe here.

I don't care about being safe.

I just want to go home.

You're the only other family she has left.

Okay. Why do we have to move?

I read that Crowther's been arrested.

That doesn't mean the threat's passed.

A man like him can give his orders from prison.

This whole mess is Jimmy's doing.

It's nothing to do with us.

Look, I'm not gonna be able to manage Amy's file anymore.

That means she could end up

in another anonymous house with police officers

and social workers she doesn't even know.

This isn't fair.

None of it is.

And what about my job?

When this is all sorted, you'll be able to come back.

We've got our own child to think of.

We can't just pull Miles out of school, no warning.

If this is gonna work, it has to be quick.

She's alone, and she's scared.

And police officers are no substitute for family.

Miles is only little. We could say it's an adventure.

I don't care what she says.

This could be years, Keeley. We can't.

Please can I give Rolly some treats, Auntie Keeley?

Of course, honey. Just by the washing machine.

If it were Miles, Jimmy would've done it for him.

When I said I owed you one for taking Ellis

off my hands, you really took me at my word.

You speak to DS Beardsley?

She signed off on the transfer.

Your name wasn't even mentioned,

so from an admin point of view, the whole thing's legit.

What's the plan from here?

For tonight?

Get 'em into temporary accommodation and then...

I can't tell you, can I?

And for you?

Ah, I've got one thing to sort out and then...

I really don't know.

I've taken the kids to my mum's, so you can come in.

Just getting them ready for when we can have the funeral.

So to what do I owe the pleasure?

I felt I needed to tell you myself, face to face, but...

...there's no easy way to say this.

Just spit it out.

Paul and I were having an affair for about three months.

It was wrong.

Obviously.

I'd never done anything like that before.

And I am so sorry.

If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it.

DCI Wheatley called me this afternoon.

She was asking me questions

about Paul's whereabouts in the evenings,

if he'd told me anything about you.

I'm not an idiot. I knew what she was implying.

I was selfish.

I wish there was a better reason than that,

but that's all it was.

I knew he was up to something.

I should have known with you hanging around, but still, I...

He never wanted to hurt you, I know that.

Oh, because my feelings were top of his priorities?

Come on.

It looks like he was using me to get at my witnesses.

I didn't want to believe that, but now --

Do you expect me to feel sorry for you?

No.

I need to get things sorted, so just...

That man next to Paul, John Gibson.

You said you'd never heard of him.

Don't know who John Gibson is, but that's Nigel.

Nigel Frankton.

Gemma, this is -- this is really important.

Did Paul mention him recently?

Has he been to the house?

-Not for years, why? -Anything at all?

A phone call, a passing comment?

The last time I saw Nigel was

when all three of us got out of the army

and we took an aptitude test.

Me and Paul didn't get very far, but I think Nigel got picked up.

An aptitude test?

Yeah, it's a cover basically. Pretty shit one.

But that's the intelligence services for you.

He works in intelligence?

Well, you can't say obviously,

but he took the test.

My assumption is he's security services now.

I'm with the Protected Persons Unit.

You've got one of my witnesses in protective custody,

a Patrick Ellis.

And you are?

Acting DCI Liz Nyles.

Hi. I'm here for a prisoner interview.

The custody sergeant told me you could help.

Absolutely. What's the name of the prisoner?

Edward Crowther.

He's being taken to prison on remand in a bit.

Yeah, I won't be long.

You shouldn't be here.

My lawyer's gone home,

and I'm not saying a word without him.

You don't have to talk, just listen.

Do you know this man, John Gibson?

Or maybe you know him as Nigel Frankton?

He's an intelligence officer.

At first, I thought you'd managed to corrupt him, too.

And then it occurred to me,

you might have some kind of arrangement,

worked together on something.

I don't know what it was, but maybe Jimmy McLennan did.

So when Jimmy turned on you, Frankton decided to shut him up,

and now Frankton's stitched you up for it.

And how did you figure all that?

The gun that killed Jock Ferguson.

There's no way you just left that lying around,

so it must have been planted by Frankton.

He's played me, too.

Met me, in a car,

hired from one of your companies.

So I'd think he worked for you.

Then he planted Paul Brandice's phone

in one of your other properties so the police would find it

and make the obvious connection between us.

So now we're both in the frame.

Oh, you are in way over your head.

What I need to know now is

why a man like Frankton would get into bed with you

in the first place.

What did you offer him?

Tell me that, and I can go public.

Who do you think you're dealing with?

You won't get one word out before they shut you down.

If I've got proof, I can expose them, expose the truth.

And you think that's gonna save you, do you?

McLennan had his insurance, and look what happened to him.

What insurance? What did he have?

I think we're done here.

If Jimmy had hard evidence of what you and Frankton

were doing,

is that what Frankton was after when he hit the safe house?

You want to spend the rest of your life in prison?

Never seeing Arlo grow up?

These people will do anything to cover this up.

That just proves that they're scared.

Not as scared as you ought to be.

Like I said, we're done.

We're leaving town tonight, so this really is it.

Yeah, I understand.

What's wrong?

I have to hide again?

No, love, you're safe.

And you'll be on your way very soon.

What's that for?

For getting me with my uncle and auntie.

With them, I don't feel as sad anymore.

I'm glad, love, I really am.

Before you go, I have to ask you something,

and I need you to really try to remember.

That man who came to your house to see your dad,

the one with the Irish accent,

you said they were talking about insurance?

Yeah.

Can you remember what they said?

I already told you I couldn't really hear anything.

I heard Mum, though.

Your mum was there, too?

No, when he left.

Mum and Dad, they were arguing about it.

About the insurance?

Dad had given it away to the Irish man.

That made Mum really angry.

Hello?

That's Detective Nyles?

Who's this?

Rezan Crowther.

Eddie's wife.

Okay.

Eddie asked me to contact you.

He told me to say he wants to talk again

about what you discussed earlier.

He thinks maybe you can come to an understanding.

He's ready to tell you everything.

Yeah, I won't be able to visit him, on remand.

That's okay. He'll phone you later tonight.

Be ready.

Please fix this, for my family.

Mr. Crowther, I hear you want a phone.

In your cell.

Nigel, can you get that?

Who is it?

Nigel?

You the guy with the phone?

Fucking hell.

Look, I've got a call to make,

so either you got a phone or you can fuck off.