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Catching up on the news?

Someone left it
lying on my desk.

Students.

I've opened your mail.
Anything of interest?

I don't read the contents.

Although I couldn't
help noticing

an invitation to your
mother's upcoming exhibition.

If she drops by, please
inform her I am indisposed.

But what if she insists?

Give her your signature look.

What signature look?

'Come Te Non C'e
Nessuno' by Rita Pavone.

A word with you please, Jasper.

Your absence from the faculty
meeting was widely commented on.

Your colleagues are beginning to
grumble, and this hobby of yours

I do not have hobbies.
Playing detective!

Nor do I play. It's
distracting you.

Your students have begun to
complain, and your substitute.

It was an exercise
in observation.

You asked them to stare at
a fish, Jasper, for 45 minutes.

The detectives
are here, Professor.

So you're discouraging
me from advising the police?

Well, not at all, no.

We must all do what we
can to maintain the rule of law.

And will I see you later?

As you've made abundantly
clear, I should focus on my work.

Well, that's all sorted, then.

This is Charlie Turner, six
years old, missing since last night.

Charlie was apparently home
alone with her father, Max.

He's shy.

Right. Charlie's
mother was out at yoga.

There was an also an au pair,
Sally Bains, lives with the family

but had been given
the evening off.

The front door was
open when she got home.

Sally finds the father
unconscious, badly beaten up.

Mr Turner?

And Lucy, the mother, arrives
home at exactly that moment.

What happened? I don't know.

Max? Where's Charlie?

Charlie?!

Call the police!

All Max claims to
remember is the security light

going on in the garden. He
opens the door to investigate

and is jumped by
a masked assailant.

The next thing, he's waking up
on the floor with his wife shrieking

the house down. We're
treating it as a kidnap.

And yet there's been no contact
from whoever took Charlie.

No note, no call, nothing.

Detective Chief Inspector Brand
has asked you to run the rule

over the family and their story,
see if they're telling the truth.

You've proved you're expert
at dealing with kidnappers.

You're here during the day,
even when Charlie's at school?

I don't have
anywhere else to be.

Did you notice anything out of
the ordinary prior to the kidnapping?

Morning. Morning.

This is Professor Tempest,
he's a consultant criminologist.

You've still had no contact? No.

That's not necessarily a
bad thing though, right?

In a classic kidnapping
with extortion,

one would expect contact
within the first 24 hours.

So it is a bad sign?

It's much too early to say.

Parents are obsessed
with stranger danger,

and there are a few such
cases where a child is trafficked,

but most kidnappings of minors
involve a close family member.

What are you implying?
Absolutely nothing at all.

The logical explanation, of course,
is that your daughter witnessed

the assault and they've
taken her to ensure her silence.

Come with me.

You're not supposed to be
winding them up. Just evaluate them.

No further evaluation is
necessary, for Mrs Turner at least.

Just like that, no more
questions? Indeed.

And him? His
injuries are genuine.

So we should believe him?

Not necessarily,

but if his story's true, we need
to adjust to a new hypothesis.

OK, what's that?

The fact he was badly
hurt suggests his assailants

were settling a score, not
just intending to neutralise him.

So if Charlie has been kidnapped,
that means they know who did it.

You know who the kidnappers are.

What?!

If we did, why would
we keep it from you?

Our daughter is missing.

Rest assured, Mrs Turner.

We'll be on it day
and night, OK?

We'll do everything in
our power to find Charlie.

Can you push me?

Where's my mummy?
She'll be here soon.

I want Mummy!

Shut up or I'll fetch
the bogeyman,

who eats cry-babies
with ketchup for breakfast.

I need to ask you something.

Promise you won't get angry?

Yeah, I promise.

Is Kevin involved in this?

Kevin? What you saying?
Just tell me, is he involved?

Come on! He couldn't.

There is no way. No way.

I'm sorry. I don't
know what to do.

It's OK.

Let's not bring Kevin into this.

'Una Lacrima Sul
Viso' by Bobby Solo.

Jasper, darling, are you there?

I can hear you hiding.

Jasper.

Dear heart, you haven't
replied to my invitation.

I'm unaware to which
invitation you're referring.

For my exhibition. Don't
tell me you didn't receive it.

Perhaps it got lost in the post.

No matter, always carry a spare.

Repondez vous, s'il vous plait.

How are you?

Busy. Very busy, Mother.
Too busy to attend an exhibition.

Surely not.

It would mean so much to me.

I will ask Miss Snares to have
another look at my schedule,

but I cannot promise
anything. Will you, dear?

I need to close the
door now, Mother.

Yes, of course. Very well.

Don't forget to dress up.

Thanks.

You know I love
Charlie, don't you?

Of course I do.

You think I'm too hard on her.

I've got no
patience. No, I don't.

Sometimes...

Is there somewhere you
could stay for a few days?

Er... I could ask
one of my friends.

Would you mind? We
could do with some space.

You'll still get paid.

Your turn.

I want to watch telly.

I don't have a telly.

Hey!

I'm letting you win, you
little brat. Just roll the dice.

I don't like this game.

Well, have a bloody
nap, then! I'm not tired!

Here's some juice. Drink it.

Morning.

We pulled an all-nighter.

And?

Not much to show for it.

I'm not convinced the
professor's right about this one.

He suggested the Turners may
know who took their daughter.

So he believes the kidnap story?

I think he believes Mrs
Turner, not so sure about Mr.

Max Turner's name popped up
in an investigation into VAT fraud.

And this other
guy, Kevin Charters.

There was an accusation they
were importing mobile phones

and dodging the VAT.

The case was dismissed.
Seems pretty small-fry.

There might be more to
it, we could take a look.

Go on, then, get on with it.

And don't go accusing anyone
of anything unless we're sure.

Roger that.

Excuse me, where can
I find Kevin Charters?

Thank you. Thank you.

Kidnapped? You hadn't heard?

I had no idea.
When did it happen?

How would you describe your
relationship with Max Turner?

We do business
together. What sort?

We import. Mobiles, tablets,
consoles, that sort of thing.

Has he had any trouble
with anyone recently?

No idea. We're not that close.

But you were jointly
investigated for VAT fraud.

That was a misunderstanding.
A misunderstanding?

Max bought a load of mobiles

from an intermediary...

Turned out to be a bit
of a dodgy character.

We were completely cleared.

Your case was dismissed, it's
not the same as being exonerated.

We reported ourselves
to the tax office,

that's not something you
do if you're guilty, is it?

Dan.

You're welcome.

We'll be there as quickly
as we can. What's the hurry?

Someone's made
contact with the family.

We'll re-mortgage the house.

It'll take too long. Then
we'll take out a loan.

Jesus, Max, just tell the truth.
You don't think Charlie's worth it.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'll go.

Listen, it's no good us
blaming each other, OK?

This was in the
roadside mailbox.

That's ballsy. Yeah, or stupid.

Either way, it
suggests they're local.

And it also suggests the
Turners are telling the truth.

There was a lock of hair with
it, the mum swears it's Charlie's.

There's only one
way to find out.

We need to establish beyond
doubt that this is Charlie's hair.

Mrs Turner, would you
provide a sample for a DNA test?

Well, that's not going to work.

Charlie's adopted.

We can take a sample from
something she's kept in close proximity.

A comfort blanket
or a cuddly toy?

I'll get the monkey.

You need another coffee?
I need an early night.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

You might want to
bring your toothbrush.

You might not want
to stand so close.

It's gone.

I can't find Mops.

Don't worry, Mrs Turner, a
toothbrush will do just as well.

I found myself wondering
whether to encourage my mother

in making an
exhibition of herself.

It might prove you're human.

Being human is overrated. It
is messier than being a fish.

I think my water may need changing.
You know I do everything in here.

DS Donckers to see
you. And... the other one.

A ransom demand, but
no further instructions.

They sent a lock of hair that
matches Charlie's DNA, but get this.

Charlie is adopted.

How did you know?

It is not impossible for parents
with brown eyes to produce

a child with blue, but it
is statistically unlikely.

I therefore surmised that genetics
might be the source of the tension

that so clearly exists
between the Turners.

So, what now?

We'll come back another time.

Damn it.

Don't worry, I've got it.

Don't give me that
look. I'm saying nothing.

A-six-year old child is missing
and we're just flailing about.

Relax.

It's gonna be
all right. Stop it!

Sorry, I just... Stop
being so nice to me, Dan.

All the flipping time.

You're tired, you
need to get some sleep.

Wait, wait.

I can't do this.

Not here. You want
to go back to mine?

Just... it doesn't feel right.

Not when that
little girl is missing,

her parents must
be worried sick.

I'm sorry, Dan.

Let's call it a rain check.

Yeah, I'm cool with that.

If you need me,
I'll be at my desk

making out with what's
left of this meat feast.

Max.

It was in the mailbox.

Please, Max. I want
our daughter back.

Dan.

Dan. What?

Sally Bains is dead.

Who? Sally Bains,
Charlie's au pair.

What happened? She overdosed.

Two years ago.

The Turners' au pair is
not who she claims to be.

'500 Miles' by
Peter, Paul and Mary.

Nikki.

Nikki Trent, that's
your real name.

Come on, Nikki, you haven't
exactly covered your tracks.

You're still friends
with Sally on Facebook.

I'm not hurting anyone.

Identity theft is a crime.

I'm sure you can explain.

Sally was a few years
above me at school.

We used to go drinking together.

She gave me her old driving
licence so I could use it as ID.

Then she let me stay at her
place after my mum kicked me out.

Why did your mum do that?

Teenage shit.

Drugs and stuff.

I ended up living rough
and burgled a petrol station.

I was still inside
when Sally overdosed.

That must have been tough.

After I got out, I was
just desperate for a job,

but no-one would really
look at me. I'm not surprised.

How on earth did you get
employed as an au pair?

I sent off a replacement
for Sally's old ID.

It was easy enough
to get a DBS check.

It's a bit too coincidental.

The Turners taking
on a new au pair

a matter of weeks before
Charlie is kidnapped.

I hadn't thought
of it like that.

An au pair who has the evening
off on the night in question.

Do you know the
kidnappers, Nikki?

This is an inside job, you
moved in under a false name

to keep them informed.
That's not true.

Did they promise you a cut?

A cut of what?
The ransom, Nikki.

What ransom?

There isn't a ransom, is
there? Don't play the innocent.

Do you have something
to tell us, Nikki?

No, it's

none of my business, really.

What isn't? What
isn't your business?

Charlie, she's a...

She's a sweetheart, but
she can be a bit demanding.

Demanding?

She cries a lot.

She's... She has nightmares,
still wets the bed sometimes.

And Mr Turner, he
can't really deal with that.

Does he lose his temper?

I had a weekend off one time and

when I came back, Max said that
Charlie had fallen down the stairs.

And you didn't believe him?

Nikki Trent served
18 months for burglary.

She may be involved,
but it can only be indirectly.

She was at the cinema,
we have CCTV of her.

She was spotted at
the petrol just after 9pm,

we responded to
Mrs Turner's call at

9:34pm.

It's not enough time
to kidnap Charlie.

There's no way she
beat up Max Turner.

Her statement checks out.

Charlie was taken
to A&E ten days ago,

significant bruising to
her arms and lower back,

referred to social services,
but no follow-up as yet.

So our original thoughts
could still be right.

Max was home alone
with Charlie. He lost control.

He could have written
the ransom note himself.

Let's question him again.

You're very quiet there, Jasper.

Uncharacteristically so.

I have a theory.

Anything you care
to share with us?

No.

Not until I have a further piece
of evidence to corroborate it.

Fair enough.

Hours.

I know. We've done
everything they asked.

Maybe we should have told the
police that we were planning to pay.

Mr Turner. We have
a few more questions.

Has something happened to
Charlie? It's not about the kidnap.

It's OK.

I'll be right back.

Can you explain this?

I'm not having this.

Charlie fell down the stairs, she
was in her socks and she slipped,

you know how kids are.
She doesn't, actually.

Neither of us do. Why
don't you enlighten us?

I would never hurt my daughter.

Then you should really think
about telling us everything you know.

Kevin sent the guy
who beat me up.

Why would he do that?

He gave me 400 grand to buy
laptops and stuff in Newcastle.

I was exhausted so I
checked into a hotel.

Someone broke into
the van and took the lot.

And Kevin believes you
staged it. What would you think?

So he kidnapped Charlie to try
and pressure you to pay him back?

But I paid it.

You what?

I paid.

100,000, cash, as instructed.

Charlie still hasn't
been returned.

Sir, your meter's still running.

Would you restore
the volume, please.

If Kevin thinks Max stole 400
grand off him, why only demand 100?

Maybe it's the down-payment.
It just doesn't add up.

He's clearly not telling
us everything to knows.

Pay him another visit
and search his warehouse.

What do you think?

Kevin Charters is clearly
not involved in the kidnapping.

Does anyone care what I think?

I think we owe Max
Turner an apology.

An apology? What for?

Implying he abused his daughter.
He must be going through hell.

Come on. Don't let your
emotions colour your judgement.

That's enough. Lisa, stop.

What? It's true. We can't
keep tiptoeing on eggshells

just because... Lisa, stop it.

That's enough!

I'm not gonna take lectures
on professionalism from you.

Not when the two of
you... DS Donckers is right.

Detective Inspector
Rabbit is traumatised.

Alcohol is the anaesthesia by
which we endure the operation of life.

He's drinking excessively
and it's effecting his judgement.

She is the only one brave
enough to acknowledge it

because you are too
loyal, and you are too kind.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Thank
you so much. Keep the change.

In Auschwitz, some mothers
threw themselves under the trains

when their child
was taken from them.

I've tried everything,
it just won't come out.

I understand Charlie isn't the
only one who's gone missing.

Mops. That's what
she calls her monkey.

Detective, I've found something.

We found this in your
warehouse. "Hey, Mister",

"what was I doing between
your phones and your tablets?"

I swear to God, this is the
first time I've laid eyes on that.

Do you believe that?

I've got nothing to do with
the kidnapping, all right?

You will not get
away with this, Kevin.

Look.

I sent my guy around, OK?

But I didn't
kidnap his little girl.

Did you ask for money?

What are you doing here?

No. Did you ask
them for money, Mum?

Well, answer me.
Of course I did.

Mum, this wasn't about bloody
money. We'll need it to start over, babe.

Where is she?

Hey, Charlie?

Charlie?

Hey.

What is wrong with her?
Have you drugged her?

No. What have you given her?

Are you mad?

Yeah, well, you of all people
should know I'm not good with kids.

I'm just here to help you
out. You called me, remember.

I didn't ask to get involved.

Come on, love. Mr Turner
sent a text, the money's all there,

it's just waiting
for us to pick it up.

Professor?

Where are you? 'On the roof.'

Yeah, your special
place. 'It helps me think.'

Keeps me calm.

'Could probably do with spending
some time up there myself.'

You're most welcome to, and
Detective Inspector Rabbit as well,

in my absence, of course.

'He may have some
thinking time on his hands.'

DCI Brown placed him on sick
leave, told him to sort himself out.

'An act of kindness, I believe.'

'We're about to
charge Kevin Charters.'

I told you, Kevin Charters is
not involved in Charlie's kidnap.

'But we found Charlie's
toy in his warehouse.'

And the ransom money?

It was still there, we
returned it to the Turners.

'Well, you need to put it back.'

Why on earth would we
do that? 'DS Donckers...'

Are you familiar with the
theory of broken windows?

Broken windows.

In 1969, Philip Zimbardo
conducted an experiment.

He parked two cars without
licence plates and observed them.

One in The Bronx, New York,
the other in Palo Alto, California.

The car in The Bronx was
demolished within ten minutes.

The one in California
remained untouched,

until Zimbardo broke a window.

Thereafter, it, too, was
robbed and vandalised.

I am expecting one of you
to venture an explanation.

The broken window incited
more violence and vandalism.

Correct, but incomplete.

Suppose an au pair is hired by a
family with an adopted daughter.

Sweet child, but with her
own specific emotional needs.

The adoptive father is not patient
with cry-babies and bed-wetters,

he shouts at the girl,
possibly even hits her.

At least, that's what
the au pair thinks.

Then one night, she comes back
to find the father has been attacked,

beaten unconscious.

Mr Turner?

She wants to help, of course.

Mr Turner?

At least, at first. But
then an idea occurs to her.

This... This is her
broken window.

A crime has been committed
and it incites a second one.

After all, everyone will think
that whoever beat up the father

also took the daughter.

What happened? I don't know.

Max. Where's Charlie? Charlie?!

One crime gives cover
to another. Police, please.

But a broken window always
lets the light in, in the end.

It's going to be OK,
yeah? It'll be fine.

Nikki, don't panic. SIREN

Nikki, run! OK, don't
do anything stupid.

Don't do anything stupid.
Tell them to back off,

tell them to back off. No-one's
armed, OK? Calm down.

I will hurt her, I will hurt her.
You're not gonna hurt her,

it's not worth it. I
will hurt her, back off!

Just calm down, we
just want Charlie, that's it.

Mum, let her go! We need
you to let go of Charlie,

OK? That's all. Tell
them all to back off.

We're not gonna
hurt you. I need to go.

You're not going anywhere.
Put the knife down.

You're not going anywhere.
Don't do anything stupid.

We need you to let
go of Charlie, OK?

Mum, let her go.

Let go of Charlie.

That's it. Put the knife
down. Don't be stupid. OK?

It's not worth it. It's over.

Come on. That's
it, drop the knife.

That's it.

Well done. Well done.

That night when I saw Mr Turner,

things just got out of hand.

Mrs Turner got back much
earlier than I was expecting.

I didn't know what to do.

I called my mum.

That was her idea, I swear.

And to plant Mops at the warehouse,
I didn't know anything about it.

Excuse me? Where
can I find Kevin Charters?

Why didn't she just
go to the police?

If she thought the
child was being abused.

Because she's something more
than just an innocent au pair.

She's also the
biological mother.

I never saw her as a baby.

I never should
have given her away.

I didn't... I didn't
plan any of it.

I just... I really just
wanted to be near her.

Look, I know you
would never hurt Charlie.

I don't know what
possessed me, I'm so sorry.

Come on.

Come back now, baby.

It's OK.

Five Piccadilly.
Four Piccadilly.

Three Piccadilly.
Two Piccadilly.

And off he goes.

So, Miss Snares,
what's the final tally?

An artist cannot live on
praise and paint fumes alone.

Canine in Retrospect...

It looked simply
splendid in my office.

Shall I continue?

Are there many more?

Six. Really?

Do shut up.

Sketch of Despair
Number 1, white yellow.

Poetry of Childhood Transformed.

Manifesto of Birth.
Adolescence...

It's a triumph, Adelaide.
What a pity Jasper wasn't here.

He was here in spirit.

Honour thy mother for
all her hands have done,

and may her works
bring her great praise.

Ching?

'Una Lacrima Sul
Viso' by Bobby Solo.

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