All language subtitles for No Offence S01E01 Episode 1

~ That's not my memory.
~ What? I was the only one
whose glass she didn't top up.

~ I kept your glass topped up.
~ Yeah, and she watched you having to.

~ Yet you carried on flirting with her.
~ Flirting?! Behave!

She loves it! It's
like a hobby for her.

~ So you were?
~ Were you talking to me?

Er, no, because I was listening to
the other five cabbages talking shit,

with an empty glass, on the only
night I've had off in weeks!

Yeah, and five times in the last month
I've invited you round to mine,

or me to yours, and five times it's, "Can't,
Bob", "Oh, no, Bob", "Won't, Bob."

What's that about, eh?

~ SHE CLAPS
~ Ah, pull up! Next junction.

Where we off?

I'm going home.

People who want to be liked this
much are the ones fucking off, Bob.

Seriously.

I'd rather have a wank.

SHE SIGHS

I can radio you another driver, mate.

Let him use his own minutes!
Go on! Break the bank, Bob.

~ Drive.
~ Grow up!

You see Lurch? Get me as close to him
as you can without drawing attention.

Being honest, I don't want
dragging into fuzzy stuff.

Being honest, he's wanted
for attempted murder,

stabbing of that Asian
kid down Fallowfield.

That's Mervin Manley, we've
a warrant out for his arrest.

~ We getting him, or what?
~ I know what I'm doing.

Look after my stuff - and
turn the meter off, yeah?

HE LAUGHS

COACH PASSENGERS SING

SIRENS WAIL

(OK.)

ENTRY BUZZER

Hiya.

~ Here you are, give us that.
~ Oh, Cheers. Is she in yet?

~ Yeah. I'll take this round
the back to the kitchen.
~ Oh, and these!

~ And what are you carrying?
~ You, usually!

♪ Hush, hush, eye to eye

♪ You're too shy, shy... ♪

~ See whose funeral this got played at!
~ Dinah, whose funeral was that for?

~ Looks like recruitment
for a gay fuzz federation.
~ Mervin Manley.

~ Manley's dead?
~ He's dead!
~ How?
~ How! Yes!

Ten points for the bright bird
down the back, thanks for asking,

since no-one else has.
Just like this, boom!

~ EVERYONE GROANS
~ Oh, go finger yourself!

He went straight under a stag do
bus, his head came back in bottles.

How long had we been
after him? How long?

Dinah, Dinah, can I have your opinion
on this woman in reception?

Oh, Connie, I'm not your woman
for early bird crackheads.

I could have offered this
to anybody. She's got really

credible-sounding information
about an armed robbery.

~ Would you like the Air Miles or not?
~ Yeah. Yeah.

I saw him on the telly,
clear as a bell.

I live pause, poked it back a bit,
and there he was, freeze-frame.

Him to a T! Couldn't
not be him. To a T!

Mrs Patterson, this is a kid you'd
recognise from locally or...?

Mitchell! Mitchell, my grandson!
Clearer than a bell.

PHONE RINGS IN BACKGROUND

Er, have you any idea of Mitchell's
whereabouts right now?

Yeah, he's at home watching
Downton with his Frosties

till his drive for Scarborough.
So I'd get your skates on.

Sorry, excuse me, madam. Just
give me two seconds, please.

Boss wants a word. I'll
shuffle this one through.

'Ey! It's not a dental appointment,
I'm reporting a serious crime here.

~ Word about what?
~ She didn't look cute.

GASPING AND SOBBING

~ Joy?
~ Di, I can't face it.

This is what I most hate myself for,

~ being spakky at taking it
on the chin with bad news!
~ Bad news? What?

Deering's called me into her office.

Oh, Christ! I've just
gone and used a tampon!

~ Wow.
~ I'm not even on!
~ Joy, calm down!

She's called me in an' all.

Why?

You're both through to the shortlist
for sergeant. Congratulations!

From nine opening candidates,
that's an unexpectedly

big badge in my favour!

Big day. Very big day.

~ Er, how many on the shortlist?
~ Two. But seriously! Cheers, girls.

The odds on that return
were... 148,000 to one.

So you know what?

Fuck Maclaren.

Fuck Mcgoogles. They couldn't find
a clit without a search engine.

~ Hey, hey, hey! Detective Constable Freers?
~ Inspector Deering...

I would like to formally withdraw
my application for the

position of sergeant
on the grounds...

Dinah's going to walk
it, we all know that.

Prospective Sergeant Joy Freers,
pipe down this minute

or I will deselect you personally and
permanently! What have I just said?

Two top-notch officers, under
my wing, beat seven gormless

prostates from all over the posh shop!
You think you cheated the odds?

Getting this far? News for
you, Lady Fuzz, we all did.

That understood?

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

If ever she needed a couple of
your mum's doo-dahs, it's now, eh?

~ I think she's had a pair already.
~ No, Dinah.

Don't get used to that smile.

Well done getting this far.

But it's you that
will be withdrawing.

Secure the blinds and
come and sit here.

Nobody is relishing this.

That coach is one of your Gina's
graduation pieces, which I know

cos she offered to make
me one for silly money.

Otherwise, with the clarity of the
footage, you could have been anybody.

But you're not, are you, Dinah?

You withdraw on domestic grounds.

~ Fine.
~ SHE STUTTERS

Sorry I walked away,
but I'd been drinking.

~ Yeah, on the one night I'm allowed to.
~ You ran a man under a bus.

~ I did not, he tripped.
~ You fled.

Walking away, I know, isn't
doing nothing wrong.

~ He was wanted for attempted murder!
~ Amongst five others.

Yeah, but the only
one without an alibi.

Do it in longhand.

In the style of a personal
letter to me.

Use "Viv", not Inspector.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Er, ma'am, there's, um,

an urgent police matter that
requires your attention.

~ They're ready for me, Spike?
~ CHUCKLING: Indeed they are, ma'am.

What took 'em?

SQUIRTING

Uh... Oh! I'll have
to go via the loos,

I've used the sprays
the wrong way round.

~ Dinah. Coming?
~ Yeah.

CHEERING

I hadn't a clue, I swear!
This time, I hadn't a clue.

CHEERING

HORN HONKS

We're off down to Bailey
Street mortuary,

someone just in it
you would not believe!

Now, Dinah, love, your jack
plug's hanging, darling.

Right, stick your thingies on,
lads. Disco for this one, I think.

SIREN WAILS

So, a little Chinese lady, yeah,
accident on the M56, yeah.

Dogs were unsecured on the
back seat, but she, yeah,

she's opened a bag of Maltesers.
Her little Jack Russell,

he jumps up front for
some of that and boom!

Little Chinese lady, she
goes smack into the back

of another vehicle -
ambulance, as it happens.

So, our 55-year-old Miss Saigon...

That's Vietnam.

.. y-yeah, ends up
with the entire head,

the en-tire hee-ad, of the dog, slammed
right down her little face.

~ You're taking me to see that?
~ I knew it would cheer us both up.

SIREN WAILS

According to his pedigree
stud records,

the dog's more or less paid
for her house. And, er...

'Ey, Bernard, darling, I know I said
I'd let you take the punchline

on this, but Dinah here,
she means a lot to me,

she's just been shat on,
comically, so do you mind?

According to her medical records,
she's got a history of gastric

infections invoked
by the ingestion of...

~ dog semen.
~ DINAH HEAVES

~ HE LAUGHS
~ So did Jackie Russell push or was he jumped?

HE LAUGHS AND SNORTS

One for me.

The left clavicle is
crushed to a paste...

Noah.

What?

~ Ooh, what about it?
~ Well, she needs moving up the queue.

There's another Down's
girl missing, I...

I saw a MISPER report
on Deering's desk.

Lads, you need to
get me back to base.

~ Oh, my God.
~ You got the job!

~ Oh, my God.
~ It's you.

I know!

SHE GASPS

~ Sarge!
~ Connie?

There was a Down's
Syndrome girl reported

missing on Wednesday, Jocelyn Wade.

Yeah, they found her messing with the
chocolate fountain in Thornton's.

In her dreams, Dinah thinks
we've just seen her on a slab.

~ Oh, no!
~ And this morning, when I was
in here with the Inspector,

there was a weird little
flyer for a Missing Persons.

Yeah, the other Down's girl.

Where's the report?

There wasn't a report.
When they opened reception

first thing, that flyer was just
stapled to the front door.

It must've been put there last night,
because it's not rained since.

Yeah, I can get the lads
to grade the image,

but I think we'll struggle with
these last couple of digits.

Jocelyn drowned.

Just like Lucy Cooke in March.
I need that file, too, Connie.

Thanks.

~ You?
~ I know!

You?

Joy.

This is between you and me, till
we know what we're talking about.

You've just got a new boss
and you've absolutely nothing

~ to say about my promotion?
~ Yeah.

You'll wish you weren't so high up
if this turns out to be our fault.

Right, a girl disappeared about
six months ago, Lisa Cooke.

Where did we find the body?

Er, the Down's Syndrome
girl, accidental drowning.

~ No, but where did the body show up?
~ River Irwell, south bank.

Fallen into the river with
a broken tibula, fibula,

explained why she never
made it back to the bank.

Why?

What if it wasn't accidental?

Who else worked the case?

Nan. My nan? What's she on
about, the barmy old bint?

Course, we know what
he's going to say.

He's going to say he was at my party.

I was at her birthday party!

Oh, yeah, baby? No.

I've checked, they've checked,
we've all checked the party video

and he's the only person not in it.

~ Oh, sorry.
~ TEXT ALERT

Ask her who paid for the party.
Ask who paid for the presents,

because none of the
others could be arsed.

And then ask the vicious old
bitch who shot the video. Me!

Nobody was coming till
I said I'd cover the bar!

TEXT ALERT

TEXT ALERT

How was Jocelyn Wade not
filed as high priority?

Her parents reported her missing on
Wednesday. You two brought her in.

She WAS high priority.

Yeah, Joy, you were
the reporting officer.

No, erm, h-her parents
called it off because...

DOOR OPENS

Knock, knock, knock!

I thought this was just for me?

Little sneaky wank,
or summat. HE CHUCKLES

~ Look, her parents called it off.
~ And you went?

Without visual confirmation?

Jocelyn Wade, we're on about.

~ She's in the mortuary.
~ They didn't want her wasting our time.

No, no. She'd vanished
two or three times before.

This was a storming off
after a ballistic row.

Her parents claimed it was never
actually a Missing Persons.

And she didn't live
with the parents -

she was an electorally registered
adult. Even had a husband.

Two Down's girls drowned
within six months.

What if this is a hat-trick?

What, you think they're connected?
When did this girl go?

Well, nobody's filed a Missing
Persons under that name,

so we have to start...

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS

Hello?

DOOR SLAMS

TOILET SEAT SLAMS DOWN

~ HEAVY URINATING
~ Ooer!

SHE EXHALES

♪ Now if you feel that
you can't go on, on

♪ Because all your hope is gone

♪ And your world around
is crumbling down

♪ Darling, reach out
Reach ooooout... ♪

HEAVY URINATING

♪ Ha! I'll be there

♪ with a love that will shelter yo-ou

♪ I'll be there, with a love
that will see you through-ooh. ♪

Aw, Jesus!

She touches paperwork
we've got to read.

THEY ALL EXHALE

~ Right, um...
~ Obviously, we need to know who posted this.

Oh, the lads are working
on the phone number.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Joy, I've got your back.
You've got my heart.

Let me start the talking with the
boss and you kick in when you can,

if she'll let you
get a word in. Yeah?

Prepare a sealed briefing
room, please.

Right, the date that we've been
given on Cathy Calvert is patchy

so the circumstances of her
disappearance can't be matched.

But the first two girls,
Jocelyn Wade and Lucy Cooke,

both turned up drowned within
ten days of vanishing.

Which can't not give us hope
for Cathy Calvert, right,

if that's her pattern feature.

She's got to have been
missing since last night

and we think in grave
danger and we haven't...

~ KNOCK ON DOOR
~ Ma'am?

So, this call was made

using the last two numbers
of seven and nine.

RECORDING OF CALL: 'Oh, hello.

'I was ringing about the
missing persons flyer.'

'Do you know where she is?'

~ 'You mean Cathy Calvert?'
~ 'Who's this?'

~ 'Who's this?'
~ 'You're a copper, right?'

'You know, it's weird.

'I often get mistaken
for one, but no,

'I work in Comet and I saw your...'

'Yeah, right. Comet
went bust years back.

'Just find her.'

I redialled two minutes later,
the line was dead. Roaming VPN.

Bring Jocelyn Wade's parents
in for aggressive questioning.

She interviews, you assist.

You're taking me to
Cathy Calvert's family

and all we're doing is responding to
a potential missing persons report.

It could be a hoax or
a twatting incident.

~ What do I mean?
~ Uh, trolling, ma'am.

The only patterns we'll be discussing

will relate to the furnishings.

~ Lucy Cooke - was she buried or cremated?
~ Eh, buried.

Get an exhumation order.

ON RADIO: Go ahead, ma'am.

I want all officers
on leave recalling.

If they're pulling sickies,

set their car alarms off and see
how fast they can reach the pavement

then drag them in and
get them up to date.

Hello! Detective Inspector
Deering and DC Kowalska.

LOUD DANCE MUSIC PLAYS FROM INSIDE

This is taking the piss.

Ow! Ooh.

I thought they were the other shoes.

Oh, hello. It's only us.

And it wer' open.

Oh, deary, deary 999. Little
ratty's last supper.

Are any of you Cathy? Is
Cathy here? Thank you.

When, where and wearing what
did anybody last see Cathy?

Who's Cathy?

She was reported missing.
This address.

Catherine Calvert.

Oh. Our Cath?

Do they mean our Cath?

Where are your parents?

They're in... Where
is it? Not Del Monte.

Alicante.

Do they know she's missing?

~ Who is?
~ Cathy!

Since when?

SHE SIGHS

Who's got the most recent
photo of Catherine Calvert

of this address, born
22nd September 1998?

Hmm... no.

Ah. Here we go.

At my dad's wedding.

~ Yeah.
~ When was that taken?
~ Saturday before last.

That's why they're
on their honeymoon.

Who are they travelling with?

~ Uncle Buck and Beryl.
~ No. Which airline?

~ Which airline?!
~ easyJet or Ryanair?

Em, easyJet, cos my dad's phobic
about trumpets since Afghanistan.

Didn't I used to cut your hair?

Very well, actually.

Fucking mercy, please.
How did this happen?

~ She's not a mong. She's not a mong.
~ Down's.

She's not, though.

'This is you again.'

Speed bumps at 70... This is one
fuck-up I cannot bail you out of.

~ Me?!
~ Yeah.

It's me that's got to go
up to McLaren's office

~ and explain the shit out of this.
~ Ma'am, we weren't wrong.

~ Her chromosomes say different.
~ No.

Catherine Calvert, matching
the same description,

was involved in a RTC
we attended recently.

(Oh, fuckin' hell.) I wanted
to see him on his own turf.

~ You're coming with me.
~ Ma'am?
~ With me.
~ Stand these people down.

It was a genuine error.

When you raised the alarm
for three in a row,

three Down's syndrome girls
in a row, which the

press are repeating like parrots,
all this shit was appropriate.

You're chasing a girl who
is evidently not Down's,

who hasn't even been reported
missing by her own family.

~ This is nowhere near a three.
~ It's the same girl.

A Catherine Calvert was riding
up front on a double decker

when it did an emergency stop.

Her X-rays show fractures in both
of her cheekbones, a broken nose,

extensive swelling.

She vanished within a very narrow
radius of the other two girls.

If we made the mistake...

~ Then fair dos, cos look at her.
~ .. then so could he.

No. No.

We've seen this before.

You're not doing this
to me again, Viv.

You've got something wrong but
you haven't got the nerve to

admit it so you're letting
your ego carry on regardless.

This internment order? No.

Declaring martial law? No.

Air surveillance? No.

Stand these people down.

~ Everyone to their first positions.
Spend as much as it takes.
~ What? Me?

One of us has to and
I've Obama to deal with.

DOOR OPENS

~ I hadn't finished.
~ Viv, whoa!

Know when to give up.

I asked for a private meeting
in your office which you decided

to have in front of my flock
making unfounded allusions

to my professional fuck-ups in front
of a junior officer. Name one.

Staniford case.

SHE SCOFFS

What are you bringing
that crap up for?

Despite this pantomime,

you need reminding you're
addressing a senior officer.

~ Fuck off, Darren. Give us
a minute cos this is serious.
~ Viv...

This is the same case, sir.

If Cathy Calvert was Down's enough
to convince a serial snatcher,

then she's Down's enough to deserve
every penny we can chuck her way.

I have a MUCH longer version of that
if your prostates can stand it.

This is Jocelyn Wade?

We're deeply sorry for your loss.

She's gone, Mikey. Do you
know what that means?

I understand. She's dead.

Does Mikey understand that,
as Jocelyn's husband,

~ we'll need a pretty long conversation?
~ Ask him!
~ Fine.

~ I've got nothing to hide.
~ No, Mikey. They only
want to talk, sweetheart.

Come on, let's go.

I'm going nowhere for a
while, Laurie. I'm sorry.

~ Connie brought me up to speed.
~ Not spoiling any surprises, am I?

When have I ever planned your
birthday ON your birthday?

If the heat dies down, you'll find me

with the band in the basement
in whatever state.

Don't expect me, this
is a real bad 'un.

But if I do get back,
the looser the better.

I just came by for a
quick battery charge.

Tide me over for a while.

Can you each tell me where
you were on the day

and time of Jocelyn's disappearance?

Can you also state clearly for
the tape whether there were any

internal family grievances
or disputes between yourselves

and Jocelyn that might have primed
you to act grievously towards her -

ie were either or were both of
you involved in her disappearance

or demise in any way?

Except we will be asking
those questions separately,

over a period of time
and in fuller context.

Well, primarily, I would
like a big answer to,

what was your motivation
for withdrawing

the missing persons report when,
according to our sources,

Jocelyn was never seen again by
anyone else after that first day?

Did she come home?

No.

Did you see her at her
home in Northenden?

No.

Who decided she was no
longer a missing person?

That... That was me.

Are we under suspicion?

Oh, God, no, no. These are...

These are just questions.

Can you give us your
name for the tape?

I'm Mikey. Michael Wade.

Simon, you're wrong, I CAN sing.

I'm sure you can, Mikey.

Can you tell me where you were
the day Jocelyn disappeared?

~ I was in the Marchmont.
~ And the Marchmont's what? A clinic?

It's a hotel.

We only moved to Derbyshire

because we thought Jocelyn had
fallen in with a bad crowd.

We'd no idea she was the ringleader.

By 18, she'd earned enough from
prostitution to get her own flat.

Yes, we're her legal parents, but
we haven't had control of Jocelyn -

and it was the police
who said it first -

we haven't had control of
Jocelyn since she was...

15, 16.

~ What about her 14th birthday?
~ Oh.

Broken nose, me, collarbone, him.

She pinned the social worker to
the floor and peed on her face.

I was having sex.

~ With who?
~ Gary and Bender.

Um... These are people...

They made you do things
you didn't want to do.

No, I'm really good at it.

She made him do inhuman stuff.

~ She didn't make him.
~ No, Angela.

The idea came from
somebody's head first

and it won't have been
little Mikey's, will it?

~ No.
~ Sex for money?

If they didn't pay, Jocelyn
wouldn't let them come back.

Jocelyn knew loads.

She meant a lot to you, Jocelyn?

She's everything.

Still everything.

MUSIC: You're Beautiful
by James Blunt

Jocelyn Wade, she was
a high-functioning

member of the community,
where she was a prostitute.

And her young husband also rented
his house out for all it was worth.

Turns out to be more than you think,
from their Halifax account.

Lucy Cooke was the North Chester
Rose Queen 2008, '09, '10.

All three girls vanished
or were last seen

alive in roughly this area.

As far as we know,

Cathy Calvert shared no social
contacts with the other two -

well, she wasn't a Down's
girl, so why would she?

Except, she showed up somewhere
within the guy's catchment area

with the same features. He
made the same mistake we did.

For somebody out there, folks,
this is a big fat turn-on.

Cathy Calvert only looked the
way she did for a very short

period of time. This fella moves
like a dart, and so must we.

Don't go spunking the budget
dragging in cross-eyed uncles

and step chaps. Concentrate on
shops, addresses within sight of

bus stops close to where
the abduction sites were.

Chop, chop.

Oh, and charm, charm, not coercion.

We sure as shit haven't
got time for warrants.

Catherine Calvert. Oh, yes.

I did her nose myself because
we were so short staffed.

Three sutures to the
bridge of her nose.

First was a walk-in, the
second was 24 hours later.

~ I booked her into the fracture
clinic to get her packing changed.
~ Packing?

Nasal septal dressings.

Her orbital sinuses had collapsed,
so we had to push a roll of sterile

~ underlay up there with Jackson forceps.
~ Yeah, no, I get it, right.

~ When was this?
~ Er... Saturday 3.30.
~ She'd have been cleared when?

The fracture clinic's carnage
at the best of times,

but Saturday was Liverpool versus
United, so God knows when.

DC Tanner to DC Kowalska. Come in.

'Spike?'

Cathy came back to the hospital on
Saturday to the fracture clinic.

Are you with Ruth?

OK, Ruth, so, if you're
travelling by bus, which is

the nearest stop to
the fracture clinic?

'Belvedere Road, next
to the flower stall.'

This is Cathy outside the hospital
on her second visit.

She's trying to get home,

but buses are packed, so they're
not going to be stopping.

Yeah, now, look. She's given up on
the bus and started thumbing a lift.

Now you wait for it.

Wait for it.

And there, there's the white
van stopping for Cathy.

~ Look at the rear lights.
~ The nearside indicator's on its way out.

Freeze the numberplate.

Bring it down.

Smaller.

What are you squinting at?
I could read it from Rhyl.

I'm authorising force-wide
observations on all

channels for a white transit van.

'VRM, Delta Victor
51, Alpha Bravo Echo.

'Driver to be apprehended on sight.'

SIRENS WAIL

Grab this guy, he picked up
speed the second he saw us.

~ It was a 13-year-old at the
wheel of Grandad's work van.
~ Come again?

Yeah, the grandad was
totally paralytic.

The kid straps bricks to his feet
and learns to drive between here

and Wythenshawe. Respect, actually.

Tune me in.

Based on where we found
Lucy and Jocelyn,

we've narrowed down to where they
could have been put in the water.

We're working with the assumption
that he likes to keep

the girls close to
where he drowns them.

That's the main target of the CCTV.

The combined area's still way too
big for the manpower we can drum up.

Ma'am. We found this.

It was on a scaffolding firm's
CCTV near Salford Bridge.

It's about an hour after Cathy
Calvert was abducted, yeah?

Watch the white van.

They must have switched plates, cos
look at the nearside light cluster.

That's him, that's the fucker.

He comes off at the bridge
and obviously takes a left.

CHUCKLING

Both Lucy Cooke and Jocelyn Wade
had traces of iron filings

in their upper respiratory system.

Right, can you get that
other map back up?

Er... Sorry, if you please.

Right, Lucy Cooke was found
in the Irwell here.

Jocelyn Wade in this little river,
or, technically, a brook.

Now, if he's turning right,
then we're twiddling thumbs,

because to the right of the bridge,

it's all new developments
for aluminium.

But if we're looking for iron
filings and he's taken a left,

the Army block around there - that
used to be, but isn't any more, a

foundry with heavy long-term residue
of iron filings in the riverbed.

I know most of that,

because my sister bought a
flat a couple of blocks down

and all you see on a Sunday lunch
is rats eating polystyrene cups

and each other's arses while you're
chewing on your Linda McCartney.

Right, so that...

That is the most credible point
of deposit into the river.

This point, if whoever he is knows
his Docklands and, you know,

it's looking that way,

is the only point where the current's
strong enough to transport

a body downstream and pick up enough
iron filing deposits on the way.

I don't care what they say.

Sometimes you're really
nearly worth every penny.

Tell everyone downstream of here
that they're wasting their time,

repeat, wasting their time.
Front of warehouse 47120.

Left bank of the river, repeat,
left bank of the river.

Armed police! Armed
police, show yourself!

Armed police! Armed
police, show yourself!

Show yourself! Show yourself!

To the floor! Now!

To the floor, now - or you're
not getting the choice.

Hold your weapons. Heel!

DOG BARKS

~ Where's the girl?
~ In the back.

Requesting general medical assistance,
will relate specifics according to...

Hey!

What you doing? Bog off!

~ Girl's in there?
~ Yeah.

But it's 60 and breathing,
with its legs open.

Uncuff him.

Back off out. Back off out.

Stop! Stop the vehicle, now!

Billy! Get out!

Echo-265-November, white van.

~ What you doing?
~ He drowns them. He puts them in the water.

~ Open the door!
~ Open the door!

He's jammed the pedal.

~ Clean as a whistle, ma'am.
~ Van didn't travel far.

He's here somewhere.

There!

DS Freers requesting urgent medical
assistance and lights on the water!

~ Come on, move!
~ Dinah!

SIRENS

~ She's in here!
~ Let me help! Let me help.

Call in air support. Fan out
the dogs in every direction,

I want every inch of
this scrubland searched.

Oh, my God.

This one does not get away from us.

Oh, my God, Cathy!

Cathy!

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

Hello, sweetheart.

Can you talk?

I need you to talk, Cathy.

Can you say your name? No, no!

Don't fall asleep!

I'm Dinah.

Stay with me, stay with
me. You're all right.

I want to know how that man with
a van A, knew we were coming and B,

managed to get past 16 vehicles,
seven dogs and two dozen officers.

We've got limited CCTV
footage on the docks

because it's still 60% derelict.

Right, listen carefully.
DS Freers will explain

how the rest of this long night's
going to play out. Sarge.

Erm...

What you just said in the car.

I didn't think you were listening.
It was just... a bit of conversation.

Yeah, most of it was,

until you predicted what
Spike's just confirmed.

~ We're probably going to get
zero from CCTV, therefore...
~ Oh.

Therefore, just from search and
arrest records, we know that

the population down at the dockside
multiplies when the sun goes down.

So I'd put this on foot, ma'am.

Target the vagrants, target the
prostitutes, because this guy

we're after, he knows that landscape
like the back of his hand.

And, I'm not being funny,
but so do that lot.

~ Somebody must have seen him coming or going.
~ See? A plan.

OK, get some scran,

and then ready your bones for the other
side of midnight in Manchester.

I'm never not listening.

Oh, Jesus, Ruth.

Oh, that's going in like
a damp-proof course!

I was only in the
water three minutes!

~ Yes, but people have been
shitting in it for centuries.
~ Ow!

You've made this a very
arse-about-face day for me.

What are we supposed to make of you?

I want to speak to Cathy as
soon as the medics are done.

~ She was asking for you earlier.
~ Ditch that.

No staff to go near the girl
till after Dr Pete's finished

~ psychiatric assessment.
~ She asked for me personally?

With Dinah dressed like this,
she's just another patient

until I personally sign
her discharge forms.

I didn't hear that.

Stick a bump on the head in her
records to explain walkabouts.

There's a machine round the
corner, buy her nice things.

I'm nipping home for a
shit, shave and a shampoo.

You're a star.

How are you, gorgeous?

Remember me? Dinah.

I know, I thought they said
you weren't allowed in.

I'm... I'm not.

But I had to see for myself
you were all right.

We're flying your mum
and dad back from Spain.

They're on their way.

You're looking great.

They've taken the packing out.

Really painful, it...

Said it should have been
changed four days ago.

Cathy...

you were seen climbing into
a van outside the hospital.

I can't even remember
leaving the hospital.

I'm trying, but nothing comes back.

Your tox reports show high levels of
Rohypnol. It can mask areas of pain.

Have you had pain in any other
areas than you told the doctors?

Did you get her to ask me that?

What have I said?

~ Nothing hurts, nothing else hurts!
~ It's OK, sweetheart.

A good night's sleep
will make everything...

I'm not going to sleep! I'm not!

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!

No.

~ I'll come and see you first thing, yeah?
~ Please!

She's fine, Magda, she's
been dried and sterilised.

But I'd barbecue the
clothes, if I were you.

IN POLISH:

Hospital? What for, Mum?

What you doing up?

We're not standing here,
I've done food. Come on!

Mum!

We were chasing a perp
and my shoe broke.

I fell in the water, that's it.

Why is she lying, Spike?

Your mum dived in the water
and saved a girl's life.

~ Did you?
~ She did.

~ No gambling on weekdays.
~ We've got to eat, so we can play a bit?

No, honestly, thanks, Magda - but we've
got to get straight back, honestly.

Rest assured, I'll be back to
fleece you again, don't worry.

~ Hey, come on.
~ We can take some food with
us though, if you've got boxes.

Decent-size boxes.

What happened to the girl?

~ She'd gone missing and
bumped into a bad lot.
~ She hurt?

No, she's sitting up and talking.
She's going to be fine, honestly.

~ Her mum and dad will
be with her by now, so...
~ Eh?

~ Hasn't the boss told you?
~ Oi!

Catherine Calvert's parents, they
didn't make it back from Spain.

Yeah, the flight vouchers
the embassy gave them,

~ they've buggered off
in the opposite direction.
~ Tenerife.

I was going to wait till
tomorrow to tell you.

What time did they board
that flight, Spike?

Before we pulled her
out of the water?

Before they knew whether
she was dead or alive?

~ Are you shitting me?
~ Well, she is alive, Dinah, thanks to you!

HIS PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

It's the duty social worker.
Hi, Gary? Hiya, mate.

Yeah, I need an emergency protection
order sorting for a girl you'll

have seen on the news -
it's Catherine Calvert.

Yeah, date of birth...

Oh, thanks, just... I
need to wash my face.

Just give us a sec, I'll be right
back. Come on, get your food sorted!

You're going to need it.

Mum, do us a big vodka, yeah?

Oi, mouth!

She don't need to be hearing
that right now, does she?

~ No.
~ Not a question, Ruth.

Has something happened?

Your parents didn't make
it back home yet, Cathy.

And what that means is...

They're not coming, are they?

It means we're obliged to hand
you over to social services.

Why can't I just go home anyway?

Because every single member of
your family's on drugs charges.

Won't be if I were there.

Cathy...

You don't have to go into the system.

There's room for you at my house.

Who else lives there?

My daughter, Tessa, she's
ten. And me mum, Magda.

We're a good team.

You're 16 next month.

What benefits you're entitled
to, you keep for yourself.

Blow half, save half, do
whatever you want with it,

we wouldn't take anything off you.

You can take these now
and think about it.

Or take them now and tell me to get
the social workers off your back.

Do you need more time to think?

Or do we leave here together?

Take me with you.

Social services are not going
to be happy with this.

So remember what we both just said.

Right, I'll be as fast as I can.

Do.

Not.

Move.

Maclaren's taken over
the Cathy Calvert case.

Is he for real? Why?

Because you moved Cathy Calvert
into your spare room.

There's chemicals on the
street that shouldn't be.

Some mephedrone/ketamine
reboot and something new

they can't yet identify, ma'am.

I want that kitchen closed.

I need tits and teeth up front,
so you're going in first.

DOGS BARK

Oh.