All language subtitles for Five.Days.S01E02.Day.3.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-TEPES_track3_[eng]

(theme music playing)

man on TV:
This morning police
issued CCTV footage

of Ethan and Rosie Wellings
walking away

from the lay-by where their
mother Leanne disappeared.

It's thought she stopped to buy
flowers from a mobile wagon,

operated by a seller
witnesses describe

as Bosnian
and in his mid-30s.

Officers have been out in force
again from first light,

searching for Leanne
and five-year-old Rosie.

(women chatter)

Shut up.
Will you shut up?

man on TV:
Detectives are focusing
their investigation

on local individuals
whose names appear

on the sex offenders
register.

Meanwhile,
the neighborhood heroine

who rescued little Ethan
has spoken for the first time.

I just went out
to the bins.

Who the bloody hell
does she think she is?

Sarah:
Then I opened it.

Jumping on
the bloody bandwagon.

...a dog,
just bounding out.

And then I looked inside

and there he was,
just curled up in the corner.

woman on TV:
But the police had been
up here,

doing house to house,
hadn't they?

The place was swarming
with police all morning,

who managed not to find him.

Gee, thanks, Sarah.

woman on TV:
How do you feel about the fact

that you are now being described
as a heroine, Sarah?

Well, I only did
what anyone would do.

I just really hope
they find his mom

and his sister soon.

It's everyone's
worst nightmare.

man on TV:
Police have appealed
for the flower seller

to come forward,
and they've given out

a telephone number
for members of the public...

(mutes TV)

(sighs)

Tops:
Can you believe
what she said about us?

Emma:
She did all right,
considering.

You had to put someone up
for interview.

Gotta feed the beast.

Never had it like this
before though,

a view where the family
won't do publicity.

(telephone rings)

Not a missing persons.

Emma Opie,
corporate communications.

Hello, Sarah.

Yeah, she's right here.

Hi, there. Yes,
it was fine, thank you.

No offense taken. They'll
always home in on any criticism.

No, I don't think it
would be at all appropriate

to give out their address.

I don't want to intrude.
It's just that little boy,

I want him to know
I'm thinking of him,

send a card or something.

(car alarm chirps)

No, I see.
Confidential, of course.

Well, definitely,
you know where I am.

If I can be of any use,
don't hesitate to call.

So she wants to be
your new best friend now.

She just wants her
15 minutes.

Bosnian cowboys.
No offense, darling,

but how's he gonna
show up with you here?

Do you want
to tell my boss that?

Um, well, I take it
he didn't show up.

Look, sarge,
he's got no insurance.

He's got no MOT.

He's selling flowers
off an unlicensed pitch.

(imitating woman)
Bosnian cowboys.

No offense, love.

Oh, who's the lucky boy?

(laughing)

Very bloody funny.

Plus he's probably
an illegal immigrant.

It's a piece of cake,
compared to my job

this morning. Here.

Foster:
Are you hungry?

Want a wee?

Sure?

Okay.

So, tell me some more
about the man, Ethan.

Do you remember how you
were telling me yesterday?

Our dog bit him.

He banged the door shut.

Now, the man
was in a white van

with writing on
the side, wasn't he?

You're wasting
your time, Ames.

Was it big writing?

It was dirty.

The van was dirty?

Rosie got
into the dirty van.

(rock music playing)

Any news?

Nothing 'til
this afternoon. Sorry.

Oh, the long faces!
Come on, give us something.

Matt:
I know what you want.

You want me to sit
in front of the cameras

and cry for 'em,

'cause that's what
the husband does.

He sits there and cries

and begs his wife
to come home,

'cause "it's all right,
we can work it out."

And all the time
everyone's saying,

"It's him.
Look, it's him."

Nine times out of 10,
it's the husband did it.

I appreciate you
don't want to say

anything that might
make it difficult

for Leanne to come back.

But you keep saying
you wish there was

something you could
do to help.

Something useful.

Not talking to the press.

Yes, sir. No, sir.
Three bags full, sir.

(clamoring)

Can I ask what your
business is here, miss?

I'm a family friend.

woman:
Sarah, Sarah!

man:
Come over here!
Come on, Sarah!

What exactly are
you doing here?

Well, when we got
to the hospital,

they had
to pry Ethan off me,

didn't they, Jim?

I can't just
walk away from him.

Is it just me or does
the whole human race

get in her way?

Flowers?
Bit funereal.

Matt:
And then,
what if we take Rosie

to the big swings
in the park,

see how high
she can go?

Ethan.

And then what if we
take her for a pizza,

soon as she
gets home, eh?

Why did you
tell her off?

Who, Rosie?

Mommy.

'Cause when we was
leaving the dogs' home,

she was on the phone.

She looked so sad.

She said she was
talking to you.

(dog barks)

Hey, Gem!

(laughing)
Oh!

Oh! Oh, you're heavy.

Oh, what a big boy.

That snotty press officer,
she wouldn't give me

your address, so I looked
you up in the phone book.

I just wanted to see
he was all right.

I'm Sarah Wheeler.

Oh, you look different
on the telly.

I don't know
why they asked me.

Must have been desperate.
You did good.

I wish I could have
found them all for you.

Yeah.

Say thank you
to Sarah, Ethan.

Thank you, Sarah.

Thank you from me too.

Do you want to sit
on my swing?
Yeah.

You never let me
sit on it.

Sandwiches now.

Farnes:
I'll scrabble
some lunch together.

There's no need.

Well, even if they're
not going to eat it,

I could just put it
in front of them.

Looks like
you've become surplus

to requirements, Simone.

Huh, smiley look.

I'm working a 16-hour day
on a Saturday,

he's bloody smiling.

Oh, no getting shot
of you, is there?

You bloody journalists.

I've got photographs,
of course I have.

Loads of them.

There's ballet classes,
pony clubs.

Can I see them?

No, no, they're all kept
safely at home now.

Home? Where's that?

I mean, I was not going
to bring them here, was I?

Some silly old
pea-brained tart

dropping lumpy custard
all over them.

You'll be wanting them now,
though, your photos.

If you've got a spare key,
I could get them for you.

(thuds)
Oh, shit!

My bloody dictaphone.

Thought you cub reporters

were supposed to be
doing shorthand.

Yeah, I can write it down
in shorthand,

but I can never read
the sodding stuff back.

My daughter got prizes
for shorthand.

I used to say to her,
"Barbara," I used to say,

"You are a mother.

Why are you working
all these hours?"

I mean,
it wasn't as though

she had some
brilliant career, you know?

Who looked after Leanne?

She came
to me after school.

It was me who put up
with her teenage tantrums

and her boyfriends and...

the meaning of life.

Do you have any smokes?

She...

she used to scream
blue murder, you know,

Leanne,
when I was smoking.

She made me give it up
once and all.

Why did you start again?

Well, I'm not going
to die young now, am I?

(laughs)

Southfields
Mobile Home Park,

number 27.

So was she
happily married?

Just cutting
to the chase.

Matt:
The volume on the telly,
the washing up...

whether there's anything
hotter than a vindaloo.

Yeah, the pair of us
could argue for England.

Recently...

I'm the stepfather
from hell, apparently,

'cause I think Tanya could
use a bit more discipline.

Leanne's walked out
on me before,

and she's
always come back.

We've always made up.

But this time,

my...

my little girl
is out there on her own,

and there's... there's
nothing I can do about it.

The best they can offer

is talk about standing up
on the telly

and doing one
of them stupid appeals.

I mean, what the hell good
is that gonna do?

Better than sitting here.

Yeah, she's quite
pretty I suppose,

but what men find
attractive

is a bloody mystery,
if you ask me.

Hi, Danielle.
Oh, hi.

Kyle. It's Kyle.

Anyway now she's dead,
innit?

And that gorgeous
little girl.

God, how sad is that?

(exercise machine beeping)

(woman vocalizing)

I've got a favor
to ask you, Mrs. Poole.

Leanne's never been one
to have a proper system,

but I always say to her,
you'll need a system

when Rosie goes to school.

You read about these things
happening to other people.

Grandma!

I've always changed all
the linen on a Saturday,

and I still do.
Wasps might come in.

So you're staying
here now, Tanya?

'Til I can
escape to my dad's.

It's good for my French.

No one gives me
any grief in France.

Barbara:
Matt does not give
you grief, Tanya.

He always does
his best for you.

You must try not
to be so ungrateful.

Mrs. Poole,
this press conference,

I know it sounds
nerve-racking,

but it's not as though you
have to answer any questions.

The senior investigating
officer will do all that.

Grandma.

You're freaking them out.

And don't even think about
knocking on their door, Mic.

They won't talk to you.
Is it murder yet?

As you well know, this is
a missing-persons enquiry,

and there's
a news conference in...

Oh, God,
look at the time.

What about this line that
she was over the side?

Leanne was having
an affair?

Says who?

Foster:
A: she left her handbag

and her mobile
in the car.

B: she's drawn
no money.

C: she's spoken to
none of her family

or known associates.

And D: her little
girl's missing

and it's all over
the newspapers,

which would bring
any living female

screaming straight home.

I don't care if it's
Brad Pitt she's shagging.

(knock on door)

Barclay:
Come in.

Good piece of intelligence,
thanks.

We're discussing it now.

Just pressroom gossip,
really.

She's not run off
with a fancy man.

It's ridiculous.

Amy, the press will
always be faster than us

on some things.
They don't have to play

by the same rules we do.

They're chewing
my ears off, wanting to know

when you're gonna
launch a murder enquiry.

Until I've got evidence
to support a murder hypothesis,

Leanne and Rosie
remain missing persons.

But the public is gonna
want to hear that from you.

(cell phone rings)

They really don't
appreciate it

when five-year-old girls

get into cars
with strange men,

and they're
gonna want reassurance

about their own kids.

Look, I've prepared

a media strategy
document for you,

and we'll just need
five minutes

to rehearse your replies.

Performing monkey now.

When I've got something
to say to the press, Tops,

I'll be sure
to let you know.

No, love, it's the Bosnian
community worker I'm after.

Yeah. Yes, I can hold.

I took "no" for an answer
yesterday, and I shouldn't have,

and I'm not going to today.

I know you think you've got
more important things to do.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't even
disagree with you about that,

but, Iain,
you've got no witnesses.

No flower seller, no
white-van man, no sightings,

no forensic,

which means that,
for now,

the media is bigger
than the investigation.

It's Saturday afternoon,
so it's Sunday papers.

3:30 on the dot
at St. Savior's Church Hall

or we'll miss
their deadlines.

Okay.

Result.

Well done.
The lucky girl.

(laughter and applause)

Mic:
I'd buy you a pint,
but I know you're a busy man.

You tight old poof.

Ooh, the voice
of modern policing.

I can't call it murder just
to make your job easier.

It's your call.

But if I take what turns out

to be the wrong line
in tomorrow's paper...

Okay, Mic,
what's your preference?

"Devil woman abandons
her kids," or shazzam...

"Perfect mom in
double-slaying shock"?

Don't give up
your day job, sweetie.

It makes a pretty
good front page

for you, either way.
Alas, the front page

is reserved
for the little girl

and the evil bastard
pedophile kidnapper

for whom shooting is
too good, blah blah blah.

You should know
I never comment

on speculation
like that.

As for this
boneheaded notion

about some affair
you've decided

the mother
was having...

Ahead of you
on that one, am I?

No, all we're getting
from everyone

is hearts and flowers.

So you don't want to know

who the lucky bit
on the side is?

(singing in French)

Her ex-husband.

He's in France.
Hence my witty

and appropriate
choice of song.

Thanks for that.
You're a pal.
Hey!

Hey, swapsies.
(kisses)

Hey!

Bastard.

Bastard.

Afternoon.

Cutting it fine.
Famous for it.

Mic Danes.

Josh Fairley.
Pleased to meet you.

I hope it's not
too milky.

It seems so strange,
me sat here like this

with this bit of paper
with words on it

and them all waiting
for me in there,

and I realize

I still don't believe any
of this is really happening.

I want you to know I don't
blame Matt for saying no.

I don't want you
to blame him either.

He's a good man.

I keep telling her, "Leanne,
you don't deserve him."

(strained laugh)

Beam:
Daf Parry, first husband,
lives in France.

He's five years
older than Leanne.

He knocked her up while
she was still at school.

Halfway through her
"A" levels, Tanya was born,

which did
for her education.

Consequently, Mom and Dad
don't like him very much.

When you spoke to him
on the phone, though?

He said he was
out doing viewings

all that day
from dusk 'til dawn,

showing rich British people

'round their dream homes
with swimming pools.

He sounded genuine enough.

What, for an estate agent?
Yeah, for an estate agent.

Call him back,
tell him you won't be able

to get there
before the press do.

Beam: Okay.

Oh, Jim doesn't like
French food.

Send someone else.
Oi! Butt out, you.

Guv, press officer,
says it's urgent.

We won't be able to get
the comrog 'til midweek,

but we can get started
on everything else now.

So, we need to find out
where he was...

I think they're
winding up now. Yeah.

Foster:
Dig into his past
a little bit.

He's grabbed his coat.

Can't keep the beast
waiting much longer, Tops.

I wonder
who changed his mind.

Mr. Wellings, thank you.
Thank you for coming.

There'll be flashes
going off and noises

and everybody
looking at you,

but just take
no notice, okay?

You'll be fine.

(clamoring)

woman:
Mr. Wellings, please.
Just look over here.

Okay, I don't want to keep
you waiting any longer,

and I'm sorry that Detective
Superintendent Barclay

has been unavoidably held up.
Barclay's banker, the wanker.

I have two members
of the family here,

Rosie's father Matt
and grandmother Barbara.

Matt will read
a prepared statement,

but he will not, I repeat,
not take any questions

at this time
or any other time,

and I would ask
that you respect

the family's feelings
and their privacy.

Josh:
Mr. Wellings,
can you confirm

that your wife was pregnant
when she disappeared?

Mr. Wellings?

Matthew?

(clamoring)

Well, was she or not?

Tops:
Mrs. Poole's not here
to take questions.

I'll make a note
of your query for later.

man:
Why not get us someone
who can tell us something now?

Where's your senior
investigating officer?

I told you, Detective
Superintendent Barclay

has been
unavoidably detained.

Have you found the
flower wagon yet? No?

What about the driver
of the white van? No?

Any progress of any kind

you'd like to share
with us, Ms. Topcu?

Could everyone
just simmer down

and then
perhaps Mrs. Poole

might be able
to make her statement?

I can't find
my glasses.

There.
Oh.

Thank you.

I just wanted to say

that Rosie
is our little angel,

and that Leanne
was a wonderful...

that Leanne
is a wonderful mother.

I'm her mom,
and I know her,

and I know she couldn't
abandon her children.

But you know what?
I hope she did.

I hope she did
abandon them.

I hope she walked away and
left them alone in that car.

Because every day that goes by
with no word from her

is a day
closer to the moment

when we'll be sitting here,

talking about the murder
of my only child.

(wailing)

Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
that's it.

Could you turn off now,
please?

It's okay. I'm sorry.
I'm all right now.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Mrs. Poole,
if I may just apologize

on behalf of my colleagues

for some boorish
behavior earlier...

Thank you.

...and ask you just
how satisfied you are

with the standard
of a police investigation

that left it to a passerby
to find your grandson?

You didn't tell us Leanne
was pregnant.

That's because if she was,
she didn't tell me.

Would it have been
a problem?

We can't afford it.
We've got a mortgage.

Rosie starts school
after Christmas

and we need Leanne
to go back to work.

It was all agreed
between us.

You didn't suspect--
What is this, Simone?

I'm supposed
to confide in you

just 'cause you're black?

(clears throat)

I want to stop.

I want to stop
at the lay-by.

Are you sure?

Please, Simone.
Okay.

Excuse me, excuse me.
What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Just putting flowers down.

Enjoying yourself,
are you?
Hey!

Fuck off
with your flowers!

You want her dead.
You want my little girl dead.

Take your fucking flowers
and fuck off!

Everybody
stand back, please.

She's not dead!

Move this way,
thank you.

Thank you.
Give him some space.

Thank you.
(crying)

All right,
just leave him.

Matt:
Get off me.

Sarah:
People just want to help.

Nobody can help.

We are all alone
in this world.

I learned that
a long time ago.

Only when
we choose to be.

And I chose this
in what way exactly?

What do you know about
what we're going through?

I do know.

I made a mistake about
the press conference.

I shouldn't
have said do it.

You're getting off
on this, aren't you?

On our pain.

And I don't even
know you.

Matt!

(crying)
Dad!

Fuck off back to
your own world.

Ethan:
Come back!

(Ethan bangs on window)

Ethan.

Matt:
It's all right, baby.
It's all right.

(woman vocalizing)

I've written your
comments down, madam, yes,

and I will indeed pass them on
to my superior officers.

Bringing out every nutter
in the country, this job.

Shaky, these Bosnians
of yours?

World expert, me.
Ask me anything.

I've been talking
to my mate

in one of the Met's
dipper squads,

and he's warning
that our man

might not be
a real Bosnian at all.

I don't-- I don't--
Serbs, Croats,

Slovenes, Macedonians,

Albanians, God knows
who else-- well, Bosnians.

It's like, well,
pardon me, okay, Shaky?

But it's like "Pakis."
It's a catchall.

Bollocks!

(laughter)

Barclay:
I had intelligence
that Leanne Wellings

might be over the side,

and I took the view
that I had to mount

a risk assessment immediately
on the alleged lover.

I now accept that putting

my strictly-defined
investigative duties

before
the public relations remit

was a poor decision, ma'am.

I'll sing and dance on telly
like a good boy every day

from now on,
and let someone else

worry about finding
the missing girl.

Grow up, Iain.

I know we need
the media, Jenny.

I know. I've got an angry
12-year-old press officer

who keeps telling me so.

The spotlight
could not be trained

more fiercely on us.

We're all fighting

for our professional
reputations here.

Not you. Every time
I look at you, you've got

another bit of scrambled egg
on your shoulder.

You'll be chief constable
by Christmas.

I'm talking
about restructuring.

One year from now,
this constabulary

could effectively
be dead and buried.

And the only way to
ensure our survival...

Is to do the best job.

And to do it publicly.

In this case, very,
very publicly.

So not only do I have to
solve a probable double murder

before the eyes
of a critical nation,

I also have the pensions

of 2 1/2 thousand
innocent officers

resting on
my narrow shoulders.

You love it, Iain.

All I want is to be left
alone to do this my own way.

You're in the wrong job.

Yeah.

I'd think better of you,
Iain, if you'd just admit

you'd do anything
to avoid the cameras.

No.

Albert Hall tonight,
is it?

Bit of Wagner,
bit of Prokofiev.

Oh.
Don't pull that face.

Once upon a time, you let me
take you to the proms.

Yes, and you slept
the whole way through it.

Oh, Iain, be sure
to put it in writing

how you're intending to
handle the race angle.

He happens to be black.

That does not mean
there is a race angle.

Yes, it does.

(knocking on door)

(dog barking)

Oh, go away.
Leave us alone.

I'll see them off, Matt.
Don't worry.

Come here, girl,
come on.

Hello.

Excuse me, the family
aren't giving interviews.

Oh, no, actually,
I'm not a journalist.

I told that P.C.

I'm not here to bother
the family.

Are you all right,
girl?

Come here. Are you?
Good girl.

This really
isn't a good time.

Oh, I'm Francis Cross.

I'm from
the animal shelter.

It's my responsibility
Daddy!

to make sure
the dog's all right.

Ethan:
Don't let them
take away my dog.

'Cause with everything
else that's been going on,

you know, I just need
to make sure the...

I don't want you here!

Get off!
What you doing?

I don't want you here.

I want you
away from my family

and off my property.

Get off.
Leave me alone.

Francis: Get off!

Get him off!
Get him off!

Leave me alone!

Are you gonna arrest me?

I will if I have to,
Matt, for God's sake.

Am I a suspect?

No, you're not.

According someone suspect
status is a big deal.

It's not something
we do lightly.

I will never lie
to you, Matt.

I'll always tell
you everything I can.

Now there may be stuff
I have to keep back,

stuff it's better
for the investigation

that you don't know.

And we do have
to eliminate you

and that's sometimes
gonna mean

questions you don't like.

Actually, there's something
I need to ask you now.

I'm listening.

How would you describe
Leanne's relationship

with her ex-husband?

Long distance.

There's talk she may have
been having an affair.

She's got three children.

When's she got time
to have an affair?

What, with Daf?
Well?

(laughing)
No, absolutely not.

Not if he was the
last man on the planet.

He's a bastard, Simone.

I'll tell you the kind
of man Daf Parry is.

Since this happened,

he hasn't even phoned
his daughter.

He hasn't even phoned
poor little Tanya.

Just 'cause
dad's a rebel,

just 'cause he lives
his own life,

'cause it's not
a rehearsal.

Well, that's what he says.

Don't look like that.

I'm not looking
like anything.

They have different telly
in France and everything.

And my room's bigger.

Want to lick the spoon?

When your mom
was a little girl,

she used to love
raw cake mixture.

Hmm. That's not how
you spell "strawberry."

You're supposed to be retired.
Stop being such a teacher.

Okay.

Kyle.

Are you in, love?

(sighs)

(faint bang)

Honestly, Kyle,
you'd think you'd be able

to carry out
your own dirty dishes.

(telephone rings)

Incident room,
D.C. Nawaz.

All right, love,
calm down.

This might
not be anything.

Well, a lot of petty
theft, a bit of class "C,"

youth custody, no
violence, and this one's

not on the sex
offenders register.

She wouldn't give her name,
the woman who rang.

Said she was a neighbor.
Well, she could be the wife.

The number of wives that
shop their husbands...

He's got what she thinks

could be a dog bite
on his hand.

Yeah. She said she never
said anything before

'cause his van's got no
writing on the side, right?

But he has been washing it,
every day,

and this boy,
he never washes his van.

Ethan said the van
was dirty, remember, Ames?

Yeah, he also said it had
writing on the side, dumbo.

Writing in the dirt?

(sighs)

Barclay:
Just a thought.

So what are we
waiting for?

It might help
your headlines.

Okay, come on.
Out with it.

I know you have to
make decisions

based on priorities,

but you left me
hung out to dry.

And worse, now, because of
you, we've got a massive job

in scraping the family
back off the ceiling.

And I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

man on TV:
And she hands over
to Matthew Wellings,

the missing woman's
husband at the time.

Tanya:
Could he look
any more guilty?

John:
Tanya.

Well, could he?
Walking out like that.

How does saying
things like that

help anyone, hmm?

Sorry!

man on TV:
So, not many answers
here, are there?

Barbara:
Why didn't she tell me
she was pregnant, John?

I'm her mother.

Why did she never
confide in me?

man on TV:
...mobile flower wagon
was doing business.

And just coming back to the
police news conference now,

where it looks like Leanne's
mother is about to speak.

Mrs. Barbara Poole.

I'm her mom and I know her
and I know

she couldn't
abandon her children...

Leanne always went
to her granddad.

You know that.

It was always him
she confided in.

I suppose
that's my fault.

No, love, no.

Any mistakes we made,

we made together.

That's not true
though, is it?

You indulged her.

You never backed me up
about discipline

or boyfriends or...

You never let me in.

Do you know what?
I hope she did.

Maybe if we had
more children.

Barbara on TV:
I hope she did abandon them.
I hope she walked away

and left them alone
in that car.

Because every day
that goes by

with no word from her

is a day closer
to the moment

when we'll be
sitting here,

talking about the murder

of my only child.

(wailing)

(TV remote clicks)

How did I get
to be so old?

(woman vocalizing)

I didn't mean
to lose Rosie.

(door hinges creak)

Yes!

(bangs)

(car starts, departs)

Oh, shit.

Don't move.

Don't...

(clicks)

Answer!

Help!
Somebody call the police!

It's her! It's Rosie!
Quick! The lost kid!

News desk.
Yeah, it's urgent.

Help!

Will you bugger off?
I'm not buying!

No, I found her!

She was in there
on her own!

Jesus, what's the time?

You know, I thought
I heard something,

but there's so many cats
around here yowling,

I'm always complaining
to the noise abatement.

News desk. Hold on.
Could you just--

No, not her. This.

Um, just turn it,
point and click.

No, not that one.
That one. Okay.

Rosie. There.

(clicks)

(rock music playing)

Watch where you're going!

(sirens wailing)

(salsa ringtone)

Could you pick
a more annoying ringtone?

Farnes.

Where's the children's ward?

Second right.

Thank you.

Rosie, Rosie.
No, don't, Matt.

No, you mustn't.

You mustn't
touch her, remember?

Remember you agreed?

Daddy.
I'm sorry, Matt,

but 'til the forensic
medical exam's done,

we have to treat Rosie...

...like a scene.

Treat my Rosie like
a scene of the crime.

I didn't touch her.
I didn't do anything to her.

I bought her here to
the old man's place, didn't I?

I took her
where she'd be safe.

I want my mother.
Get my mother!

Picture desk.

Okay, it's Josh Fairley.

No, I don't work for you,

but do you want
this picture or not?

I'm sending it
through now. Okay, bye.

It's your mom
you should be ringing.

Ah, she'll be that proud,
she will, seeing your name

on the front
of a Sunday newspaper.

Oh, silly me,

assuming your mom
reads the tabloids.

Now you're going to warn me
to watch myself

'cause the nationals

are full of bum bandits
like Mic Danes.

I daresay you
can handle yourself

with the likes of him.

It's different
for you, Rawdon.

You like golden weddings
and fun runs

and community and...
I feel bad enough

without you rubbing
my nose in it, all right?

Good luck, lad.

That's all I was
gonna say.

It's a great story...

if you hadn't missed
half of it.

What?

Two minutes
after you hot-tailed it,

the police turned up.

So?

And made an arrest.
(chuckles)

Shit! Shit! Shit!
(bangs table)

He's not a bad boy,
you know?

He just gets
things wrong.

(sniffling)
He can't help it.

It's always
been the same.

(sighs and sniffles)

He's never been able
to make friends,

so it's always
just been me and him.

He's not going to know

that it's me that
told you, is he?

Oh, God.

You mustn't tell him

that it was me
that told you.

You mustn't tell him.

Oh, please.
(crying)

Vic:
I didn't know.
I mean, how was I to know?

How could you
be so careless?

I didn't lose it.

He didn't steal it.

I gave it to him.

You gave Kyle Betts
the key to your caravan?

Well, he said he wanted
to keep cigarettes in it.

You know, duty frees,
he said.

Yeah, all right,
I know, I know.

It's illegal.

A little bit of
black market, smuggled,

I expect, yes,
I expect so, too.

From Yugoslavia

or some other

Godforsaken...

Anyway, why should
the government have my money?

Look what they spend it on.

Kyle gets a place
to store his boxes

and you get free smokes.

Shame on you, Dad.

I did it as a favor
to his mom,

to Hazel.

She's always got
a pleasant smile for me.

woman on radio:
Headlines tonight...
Police have confirmed

that four-year-old
Rosie Wellings

has tonight been found safe
and apparently unharmed.

She's currently resting
in hospital

but is expected to return home
at the weekend.

woman #2 on radio:
Live news, live sports...

(dials phone number)

man on radio:
This is BBC Radio 5 live.

(telephone ringing)

(beeps)

Leanne's voice:
Hi, this is Leanne.

Sorry we can't take
your call at the moment,

but please leave a message
and we'll call you back.

(hangs up)

Matt, I'd like you

to meet Detective
Superintendent Barclay,

our senior
investigating officer.

Busy man.

Good to meet you.
How's Rosie?

The doctors think he
gave her something

to keep her quiet.

That's why
she's so sleepy.

Doing loads
of blood tests.

They...

they can't be sure
whether he...

whether he touched her.

But why are you
asking me? I mean,

you know more about it
than I do, right?

So, you tell me.

'Cause here's the thing
I can't bear...

It's looking at her
and not knowing.

Well, the forensic
medical examiner

found no evidence

of sexual
or physical assault.

No. No, I need it

much more
definite than that.

Barclay:
Definite is quite difficult

in circumstances like these.

Matt:
He had her for two days.

You didn't find her
for two days.

What else is he
gonna do with her?

Look, I'm not gonna
go off on one,

and I don't
want to be difficult,

and I don't
want to make your job

any harder
than it is already,

but I want you
to find my wife.

I need you to find her,
dead or alive.

Listen to me. God.

I want you to have
my mobile number.

I want you to
feel able to call me.

What's the point?

You don't know
any more than I do.

Simone, will you
take Matt out

for a bit of fresh air?
Matt: No.

Go on, I'll watch Rosie.
Go on, just for a bit.

No!
Just clear your head.

I'm not letting her
out of my sight.

(crying)

(woman vocalizing)

(knocking on door)

I kept saying
to myself,

I bet they're
together somewhere.

I bet they are.

I bet Mom
found Rosie...

somehow,

and they just got
lost coming home.

Just trying
to believe it.

We'll find your mom.
We will.

By the pricking
of his thumbs...

Don't! I'm 13,
for God's sake!

...the grand vizier to her
beauteous Highness Tanya

will now demonstrate
his magical ability...

You're just being pathetic.

...to read minds.

Oh, no! Her beauteous
Highness Tanya

thinks this whole thing
is her fault.

Which wicked fairy

has put this wicked lie
into her pretty head?

I stayed in my room

and I didn't go with them
like I was supposed to,

and I told a lie.

You had your
homework, love.

I told Mom
I had homework.

I just didn't want
to go see Greats.

His room's smelly.

You mustn't blame
yourself.

None of this is
your fault, none of it.

This is the scariest thing
that's ever happened to me.

Me too, love.

(crying)
Me too.

Hey, don't cry.
It's all right.

Someone has to know
where she is.

(yawns)

woman: Oi.

Oh, hello, love.

I'm back again.
Oi!

I don't believe it.
Don't you...

Police!

Out of the way!

(men shouting)

Stop! Stop!

Police, watch your backs!

Mind your backs!

I've got you now.
I've got you now, boy!

Come here!
Come here!

(theme music playing)