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'All We Do'
by Oh Wonder

# All we do is hide away

# All we do is
All we do is hide away

# All we do is lie in wait

# All we do is
All we do is lie in wait

# I've been upside down

# I don't wanna be
The right way round

# Can't find paradise
On the ground. #

So, the name attached
to the bank card is Maggie Bowden.

Lloyds, whose card it was,
couldn't tell me a lot

without a bank disclosure form,
which I've now submitted.

What they were allowed to tell me
was that Ms Bowden

is very much alive and well and
has the same account with Lloyds,

but that she reported the card that
was used to buy the dress as stolen,

along with her handbag.
Right. When and where?

4th of June, 2016.
Not sure where yet.

I need to speak to her
or find the crime report.

Preferably both.
Yeah, I'll speak to control room.

And the dress was bought
in early June?

Yeah, also June the 4th.

So the thief stole the bag
and used the card quickly

before it was cancelled?

Yeah, probably very close
to where she stole it.

OK, well, let's see if you can speak
to this Ms Bowden,

because there's surely a good chance
our victim is also our thief.

Erm, DC Willets.

Er, here.

Erm, can you speak to the developer
who owned the house

before the current owner, please?

Yeah, already have, Ma'am.

Very cooperative,
but he's not UK domiciled.

He was in Italy during COVID
for the entire 18 months

he had the property,

so not sure he's going
to have a lot to offer us.

OK, well, the solicitor
who handled the probate sale, then.

Basically, I wanna know if there was
any permitted access to the property

between the time
of the previous vendor's death

and the developer's purchase
in 2019. Yeah, sure.

Maybe try the neighbours as well,
you know,

did anyone notice anything odd?

Ma'am.
On which front, DS Boulting.

Ma'am. Er, can you check
C&C records, please?

I wanna know if there was any police
activity connected to the property

over the last five, six years.

Yep.

OK, thanks, everyone.

Sorry...

..one more thing.

Yep.

Why do we think
she was put in the flue?

We know she was tiny, very light,

so pushing her up there
would've been relatively easy,

not THAT easy, so why choose there?

Because she died in that room?

Or at least somewhere in that house.
Hm.

And putting her in the chimney
was easier than taking her out

and risking discovery.

Yeah, or pulling up the floorboards,
or digging a hole in the garden.

Yeah, good thinking.
Er, are we done?

We're done.
OK. Thank you, everyone.

'Hello.'
Oh, hey, it's, er, DI Khan here.

Bishop Street nick. Er, you tested
some plasterboard for us yesterday.

You were dating it?
'Oh, yeah. How can I help?'

We, erm...

We didn't think we tested enough.

We think some might be more modern,

so if I get you some samples
over to you,

can you get that done for me ASAP?

Trickle-down,
free trade, deregulation,

all held up for decades
as inviolable,

and yet all a total failure
in terms of levelling up.

Is certainly one opinion, yeah.

And the fact that people
like Dave Gentle

still spew this drivel out,
knowing it to be empirically untrue.

To be fair, Tony,
he mainly quotes your speeches.

From 20 years ago!
People can change.

Even "Mental Gentle".
You can't say that.

Look, I've got to go.

Oh, er, sorry, one thing.

My office sent over
a CCM grant application yesterday.

OK.
It's not a biggie -

100k for a youth club
I'm still on the board of.

If you had five to have
a quick squint at it personally,

I'd be so grateful.
Of course.

Bye, Mehdi.
See you.

Rash.

Do you want to come in?

'I've had some results back.'

You know Dad.

He's always on his work things.

I heard you doing a shouty whisper
thing just before we went to school.

What did you hear?

I don't know, but it sounded like
you were both really cross.

Look, everything's fine, Els.

I promise, OK? Please don't worry.

I'll get him to call you
in the morning, OK?

Right, now, you lie down.

Night-night, sweetheart.
Night.

Hey, Leanne, how's it going?

She needs to learn
how to do it herself.

Here we go, then.

My lawyers and me
have changed our position a bit.

What do you mean, "changed" it?

It's all agreed.
I was about to sign the papers.

Yeah.

I've decided I wanted
shared custody now. You what?

It's not right this prick gets
to see more of my girls than I do.

Have a nice day.

No, Serge, please...

Serge, wait! Serge!

Hey...

The entry and exit wounds
were basically obscured

by damage to the corpse,
either on removal from the chimney

or from vermin.

But then, when I looked at
the viscera, it became very clear.

The bullet passed through
the left lung,

then into the right ventricle,
more or less cutting it in two,

before exiting through the back...

here.

And that would've been fatal, yeah?
More or less instantly.

So if she was shot in that house,
maybe even in that room,

then there's gonna be blood.

Lots.

More to the point,
if there's an exit wound,

then somewhere,
unless the killer removed it...

..there's gonna be a bullet,
and bullets we can trace.

Oh, my God...

What the hell?
You're still here.

Well, yeah. I slept badly on account
of you not calling me or the kids.

Sorry.

You thought I'd already have left.

You are unbelievable.

There were times
I saw more of your mum than you.

Many times, in fact.
Huge great swathes of time.

We both have full-on jobs
that we love.

You knew that was the deal
when you married me.

I did.

So? It turns out that,
actually, that's not enough.

Turns out that, actually,
I don't wanna be married to someone

who feels more like a flatmate.

Nice Thanks for that.

So, what, your solution to all this

was to just go fuck someone else,
was it?

Obviously not. You didn't think
about maybe trying to talk to me?

Of course,
and maybe I should've tried harder.

It's just starting to feel that,
for you,

difficult discussions like this
were something to be won.

Crap!

And you will always win,
because you're smarter than me.

OK...

So your infidelity is my fault
because I'm too smart?

It's not about blame, Jess.
Well, a little bit.

Who is she?

It's not important.
Who is she?

It didn't mean anything,
and it's over.

But the fact that it happened at all
obviously did mean something,

and my feeling is
that we both need a bit of...

..time apart, so we can work out
how to, you know, move forward.

It's up to you,
how you wanna play this.

I'm happy to move out,

but I don't wanna leave you
in the lurch with the kids.

You want me to move out?

No, I'm just saying
I'm not assuming anything.

I'm not moving out. How dare you?

Fine. Well, erm, my brother
has offered me his spare room.

I need to pack some things.

Oh, good morning. Er...
Hi.

DC Karen Willets,
Bishop Street Station.

I was wondering if I could ask you
a few questions about next door.

Yeah.

Jay... will you?

Sure.

Thank you.

Something's gotta change,
though, babe, cos this...

Back in a bit, then.

I mean, if they'd been a bit smarter
and kept their heads down,

I'm not sure anyone
would've really noticed.

Er, when you say "they"...?

Oh, crusties,
I suppose you'd call them,

pumping out trance music
at four o'clock in the morning.

And how many?

Oh... well, they came and went,
but probably about four or five.

Did you get to speak to them?

Couple of times, just telling them
they shouldn't really be in there.

And what were they like?
They were quite sweet, actually.

A bit smelly, maybe, but,
essentially, they were harmless.

They said they were gonna be moving
on in a couple of days anyway, so...

Sorry, this was... When was this?

Early summer 2016,
right after we'd moved in.

So, how was it resolved?

Well, Tricia,
the neighbour on the other side,

said that she knew
a relative of Hazel's

who'd visited her over the years,
and that she'd ring him.

So she did, and the next day,

there was a locksmith's van
parked outside,

making the place secure.
And the squatters?

She said the relative
had got them out himself.

Er, which number is she at?

Oh, no, Tricia died
a couple of years back, I'm afraid.

Oh, OK.

Did you happen
to get the relative's name?

No, sorry.

In the nicest possible way,
it's really nothing to do with you.

He just can't bear the thought
that I'd ever love anyone but him.

Mm-hm.

Of course, just...
lawyers are expensive.

Well, let's talk.
I guess it's all about priorities.

Priorities?
I gotta run.

If we want a baby, Lise,
we need a bigger place.

Absolutely,
but let's speak properly later.

I'm so late.

Yeah.

Might I suggest starting
in the sitting room,

floorboards up,
er, plasterwork examined?

If we don't find anything,
we work our way outwards.

Right.

Er... Also,
Leanne managed to rehydrate

a very small patch of skin and
found some evidence of track marks.

Right.

I was thinking,
with the loss of the teeth

and the slim build,
that maybe she was a user.

So, er, this,
this was a drugs deal gone wrong?

Er, possibly. I mean, if we find
the bullet that killed her,

then striation could give us
a specific weapon.

I mean, NABIS could even link us
to a known offender.

Yeah. Great, yeah, thanks.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.
Hi.

Oi! He's taken my phone!
He's taken my fucking phone!

Take this.

Going down.

'Please keep well away
from the platform edge.

'This train is not stopping
at this station.'

Yo.
All right?

Sweet.

In a bit, man.

So, Hazel Dunmore died
on the 12th of August 2015.

Correct.
But the house didn't sell till...?

6th of November, 2019.

Yeah.
Because she died intestate.

Right.

All the family could locate
was a letter of wishes

stating that the sale proceeds

should go to
her elder sister's children.

Er, bearing in mind the house
eventually sold for a few million,

her brother's kids
contested the letter,

and it got tied up in the courts
for a few years.

The case was finally settled
in spring 2019,

and the house sold six months later.

And we understand
from neighbours we've spoken to

that the house was broken in to
probably mid-2016 and squatted in?

Does ring a vague bell,
but this wasn't my case.

I inherited it.

Er, yeah, you might find something
about that in there somewhere.

So, I'm gonna need copies
of all this, please.

Not a problem.

So, unless I'm being dumb,

I couldn't find
a crime report on it.

Well, I mean, I did report
it, but no-one ever got back to me.

'Oh, right, sorry about that.'

Yeah, well, it wasn't brilliant,

cos the manager had also downloaded
the CCTV for me on a link.

Of the actual incident?

Yeah, and you could see the thief
really clearly,

which I informed you guys of
when I reported it.

OK, apologies again.

Erm, was it a man or a woman?

'A young woman. Small.'

You wouldn't happen to still
have it, would you, the footage?

'Er...'

So, the theft
was near the vintage shop.

Less than 50 yards away, in fact.
Boom.

She's going to see
if she can find the e-mail

with the, erm, footage link on it
when she gets home tonight.

- Nice work. Coffee.
- £2.40.

And just keep everything
going through me for now, yeah?

Ooh!

Em?

Em?

Emma!
EMMA, NEARBY: In here, love.

Surprise!

# Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday, dear Tony

# Happy birthday to you. #

Hurray!

I'll come and find you
in a bit, Colin.

Happy birthday, young man.
Gripper! How lovely to see you.

Said that like you almost meant it.
I absolutely do.

Well, ditto.

I'm a man who judges others
by their actions, Tony,

and I have to say,

all the work you've done
over the last five years

in Hallam and Repton,
all over the country, in fact,

makes me very proud to be able
to call you my friend.

You Tory bastard!

Thanks, Den.

I appreciate that
more than you know.

Speak soon, lad.

Hello.

This is just brilliant, Emma.

Thank you so much.
Got you, didn't I?

Completely! Clever girl.

Mwah!

I'm so proud of you, my darling.
Stop it!

I mean, don't, but...
And happy, happy birthday.

Happy birthday, Grandad.
Ah! Will!

How lovely to see you.

Now, then...

you and I need to have
a little chat, I hear.

Er, do you know how far?

Oh, erm...

Early. Yeah, very.

Yeah, six, seven weeks, max.

Right.

And, er, your pill, I mean,
did you, did you forget or...?

No!

No, no. I'm guessing it was
when I had that bug and I threw up.

Right. And how do you feel about it?

Oh, erm...

Yeah, shocked, obviously.

Bit stupid for letting it happen.
Don't be daft.

But also... a bit surprised,
I guess,

that I'm not definitely,
instinctively, thinking...

..I should have a termination.

OK.

Does that completely horrify you?

No, no! Just...

Well, yes, slightly, yeah.

Erm, sorry if that's
not what you wanna hear,

but better to be honest, I think.

Yeah, of course.

And, I mean,
that's my initial reaction.

Erm, obviously, I need to digest it.

Ab-Absolutely.
And, er, and to mull.

Erm...

Both of us, I think.

Absolutely. Yeah.

Yeah, let's mull.

I just feel very weird.

I'm sure.

Cos this is not me.
I don't do "needy".

No.
What does that mean?

People like to feel needed, Jess.

Really?
Yes, oddly, they do.

Has he said something to you?
No.

He has, hasn't he?
You're missing my point.

Am I? Sorry. What is your point?

All your life, Jess,
even when you were little,

you were always this person
who could just cope with anything.

So self-sufficient...

..unfazeable.

But that's hard for people.

For me and your dad sometimes.
For your sister, definitely.

Maybe it is for Steve.

Gran, we're ready!

OK, I'm coming.

I know what it feels like, Will.

Distasteful as it might be
for you to contemplate,

I know exactly
what being 16 feels like.

And now you're smiling,

because you're thinking this
is our "all lads together" chat.

Hm!

Except here's the thing.

This is not funny.

Taking advantage
of a woman's inability to say "no"

because she's too drunk
is not fucking funny.

At all.

And that you don't
instinctively understand that

is so deeply morally disgraceful...

..that I almost struggle
to know where to begin.

But let's try this.

I'm still a very powerful man.

I can and will speak
to your headmaster.

I can and will make sure
that your suspension is revoked.

But I swear...

..if I ever hear even a whisper
about similar behaviour again...

..then I will make sure
that your passage out of Wallingham,

through university and into life
is not the ludicrously easy ride

it will otherwise be.

Is that understood?

Yes.

Good.

Now, piss off.

'Hi, this is Debbie.
Please leave a message.'

Hey, Debs, erm, it's me.

Look, I don't know if you got
my message on Monday,

but, erm, give us a bell, will you?

There's all sorts of stuff going on
at home,

and I need to drink wine with you,
so, yeah...

Miss you. Bye.

Guv... She found the link.
What's that?

We think we've identified our thief.

So, that's Maggie Bowden
and her boyfriend.

And this is our thief.

The height and hair
certainly look right,

because if this guy here
is anything like average height,

then she's, what,
about a foot shorter than him?

Yeah, 4'10", 4'11"?

Well, we know what she does
to pay for her habit. Yeah.

Meaning there's a good chance
she worked this patch

for a few days
either side of this offence.

Yes. So how about we search
all street and shop thefts

within maybe 500 yards
of the coffee shop,

a week either side
of the 4th of June, 2016?

Mm. Go for it.

Erm, DI Khan...

..key information
should really come to me first.

When you're actually in the office,

I'll certainly make sure
they bring you stuff first.

So, er, nothing on any of the days
we searched running up to the 4th,

but then, bingo, on the 5th,

we have a woman
caught by shop security

in a clothes shop called Pelagonian

trying to remove a purse
from a woman's bag.

And police were called this time?
She was arrested and charged,

and, er, how's about this,
ladies and gents?

She gave the Hammersmith house
as her address.

No way.

Got a mugshot?
We do indeed.

Yeah, her name is Precious Falade,

born on 15th of January 1982,

and would have been 34 at the time
of the coffee shop theft.

But I should say that she has
a long history of drug offences,

multiple sex work and theft arrests.

We do have a DNA swab on file
which has gone to the lab,

notwithstanding
the comparison difficulties.

As an adult, she seems
to have resided mainly in Wales -

at least half her arrests
were there -

and born and raised in London.

Any next of kin?
Nothing on her file.

We'll do the usual trawl,
but it might take a day or two.

OK, thank you.

Erm... Kat?
Kaz.

Kaz, sorry.

So, erm, we know that
there were squatters in the house

in roughly May/June 2016,

and we have a relative
of Ms Dunmore's

who would appear to have had
some sort of engagement with them

at that time.

Er, couldn't get a name
from the neighbours,

but I'm looking at
the probate lawyer's files,

see if there's anything there.
OK. Murray?

Still waiting for control
to come back

on any other police activity
at the address.

OK. Good stuff.

Er, probably too early to be
theorising about motives just yet.

Yeah, I think so. Yeah.

OK...

So, erm, why don't we make
our priority finding next of kin?

Er, Kaz, how about you take
all of Precious's Phoenix docs?

Mm-hm.

Murray and Fran, link up with those
and PND for previous addresses,

associated numbers,
call histories, etc.

If we can get a result today,
that would be great.

Happy?

Absolutely, yeah. Good stuff.

OK, er...

..thanks, everyone.

Not sure why she even bothers
turning up.

Pretty much the only thing
stopping me packing a bag right now

is the restaurant.

I completely understand.

And again, I am so sorry.

Except you're always sorry, Bele,
and nothing changes.

If anything, it's getting worse.
I'm... I'm trying. I'm...

I promise.

Did you have a drink?
No.

Honestly?
I swear.

So, I'm giving you one last chance.

But from here on in,
our life has to be just that...

ours.

Not just yours - your history,
your family, your problems.

I'm someone too, OK?
Absolutely.

All right, well...
let's try and move on.

I'll see you for service.

We're full again.

I love you.

I love you too.

Oh, yeah, hello there.
Er, my name's DC Karen Willets.

I'm trying to trace the next of kin
of a woman called Precious Falade,

and your number came up
on an arrest sheet from 2004.

Solicitors. Right, OK.

So, might she have been
a client of yours?

And how long
was she a patient with you?

OK, and did she ever give
your clinic any details

of next of kin or...?

Sorry, no,
if she still owes you rent,

there's not much we can do
about that.

Erm, could I just ask you,
did she live there alone or...?

Right, when... when was this?

She was, erm, referred to us from
Caernarfon Social Services in 2013.

'And you looked after her
specifically?'

I did, for a period.
OK, brilliant.

Erm, so, as I say,
we're looking for next of kin.

That would be her son or her mother.

Right. Erm, you wouldn't happen to
have a number or address for either,

would you?

'Hang on.
Let me just check the files.'

Thank you.

I should say whilst I'm looking
that the last time I spoke to her,

in 2014,
she was estranged from both.

Now, that may have changed since
she transferred to West London,

but I'm just letting you know.
OK.

'OK, I'm not sure
if this is current or not,

'but, yeah, I've got an address here
for the mother.

'Do you have a pen?'
Yeah. Fire away.

Police! Open up!

Police! Open up!
I'm comin', man!

You're such a twat, Jay.
What?!

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of robbery and GBH.

What you talkin' about?
You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if
you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on
in court. I never done anything!

OK, I'm gonna complete
a Section 32 search under PACE.

OK. Oh... thank you, and, yeah,
I'll call you tomorrow to, erm,

to discuss next steps.

Bye now. Yeah, bye.

Dave?

You OK?

What is it?

They still want to invest.

The full amount.

They wanna go ahead, love.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I will change.

I promise... I can change.

Good afternoon.
I'm-I'm so sorry to bother you.

Erm, we're looking for Ebele Falade.

Yes, that's me.
Hello, Ebele.

My name is DCI Jessica James,
and this is DI Sunny Khan.

We wanted to speak to you
about your daughter, Precious.

What about her?

Can we sit?
No. What about her?

Ebele, I'm very sorry
to have to tell you this,

but four days ago,

we found a body
in a house in Hammersmith,

and we have very good reason
to believe that it's your daughter.

No! No! NO!

No, no!

No!
Please... get out.

Get out now!

Come on.

Best case, worst case,
if we do all the standard stuff.

The best case, maybe a year.
Worst case, maybe three months.

Which is not enough.

It's never enough, Tony, for anyone.

OK... I don't care what it costs,
what you cost, what anything costs.

I want you to research every single
new possible therapy, treatment,

drug trial...

Whatever there is out there that
will help buy me more than that.

Will you do that for me?

I give you my word, I will do
absolutely everything that I can.

So, at the time
that we're specifically looking at,

we found three handwritten notes,
two dated the 27th May,

one dated the 30th of June,

er, detailing three phone calls
with an "LA". 'Right.'

I mean, the notes are very brief,

but they seem to reference
a squatter issue

and making the building secure,
and then, most importantly,

the note dated the 30th of June,
"Dropping off some new keys." OK.

Yeah, except "LA"
doesn't seem to match the initials

of any of the nine relatives that
I can see detailed in the files.

Er, it's not ringing
any obvious bells with me either.

Right, well,
you say that you inherited the case.

'Is it possible to speak
to who made those original notes?'

Well, no. I inherited it
from Amanda Greaves,

who died of COVID
in February of last year, sadly.

OK.

Yeah, sorry about that. Erm...

Right, plan B.
Er, the first note says...

"LA called,
will ring back at two o'clock."

So this is one of the ones
on the 27th of May.

How would you feel about us looking
through your firm's phone records?

'I'm sorry I can't take
your call. Please leave a message.'

I have called you back three times.

Don't just text
and then not pick up.

I mean, what the fuck is going on?

We should go back in.
Has she calmed down yet?

I don't really care.
It's a murder investigation.

We shouldn't have left.
Should we not?

Felt right to me.
I'll do the talking.

Erm, I'm really sorry, but we
do need to ask some quick questions.

Well, can't it wait?
It'll only take a couple of minutes.

Love?
Yeah, OK.

Was it an overdose?

It wasn't, no.

What was it, then?
How'd... How'd she die?

Erm...

I'm very sorry to have to tell you,
we think she was murdered.

Oh...

How?
We think she was shot.

My God, no!

But... who would want
to do that to her?

Well, that's what we're...
we're trying to find out.

So, can you tell me
when the last time you saw her was?

Why?
Just roughly?

I've seen her maybe two
or three times in the last 15 years.

OK. And the most recent time?

I don't know, maybe 2014... '15?

OK, so over seven years ago.

Approximately, mm.

You had a falling out or...?

No, I didn't fall out with anybody.
She fell out with me.

Can I ask why?

Because I objected to her
stealing from me to buy drugs.

Because I objected to
the endless emotional abuse of me.

Because I objected to her blaming me

for everything
that was wrong in her life.

And the last time that you saw her,

did she mention any conflicts
she was having with anyone?

Anyone who might have
sort of had a grudge against her?

No. I mean, I can't remember.

And, er, she had a son, we believe.

Yes.
Joseph?

Yes.
How old would he be now?

24, 25.

Mm, OK. So she had him very young.

Yes. And, er,
do you have any contact with him?

No.
Any idea where he lives?

No.
Your grandson?

Again, her call.

OK. Well, for now,
thanks so much. We'll...

Sorry, just one last quick thing.
Er, like to show you something.

It's a photo of the house
that we found her in.

Do you recognise it at all?

No.

Take a good look.

I did.

You don't recall
ever visiting her there?

No.

OK, well, erm,
thanks so much for speaking with us,

and our deepest condolences
on your loss.

Can I see her?

Yes, yes. You can.
I-I should say we, erm...

we believe she'd lain undiscovered
for several years, so...

But, yes, here... here's my card.

Just call me anytime,
and we can arrange a viewing.

D'you wanna maybe give me
a heads up,

if you're gonna pull
stuff like that?

Like what stuff?
The photo.

It was instinctive.
You know, like you walking out.

I might have wanted to wait until
she was in a less febrile state.

It told us what we needed.
Which is what?

That she was lying.
Maybe.

I didn't believe
her initial reaction either.

In what way?
I dunno. It was just off.

Felt fairly normal to me.

Have to agree to disagree, then.

Dick.

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