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♪ Ooh, together ♪

♪ Ooh, forever ♪

Morning, Mrs. Greenwood.

Good morning, Tammy.

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Last time we were
down this road ♪

♪ We went our separate ways ♪

♪ But then we talked it over ♪

♪ I can see that in your eyes ♪

♪ That this is now the end ♪

♪ So completely ♪

♪ Now there's things
that I wanted to say ♪

♪ Things I should've done ♪

♪ To show you that I love you ♪

♪ For all the days gone by ♪

♪ And all the times we shared ♪

♪ Please don't say goodbye ♪

♪ All the good times we shared ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ I thought you'd
always be there ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Now you've changed
you don't care ♪

♪ I'm scared of losing you ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Always thought
we were meant to be ♪

♪ But now I can tell that
you were not so happy ♪

♪ I don't want to
lose your love ♪

♪ Just give it one more chance
and we can find the answer ♪

♪ Now tell me, baby
should I keep holding on? ♪

♪ It's hurtin' deep inside
don't tell me no more lies ♪

♪ Don't say that it's the end ♪

♪ Don't you walk out that door ♪

♪ Let's just give
it one more try ♪

A baby doesn't just disappear.

I want every available
officer back on shift.

Right? Everyone, uniforms,
door to door on that street.

What did the neighbors
hear? What did they see?

Right?

Guv, road block on all
major routes out of that area,

stopping anybody
with a baby in the car.

Right, everybody?
Good. On you get.

Oh, Taylor, contact
the local press, will you?

Tell them we'll get that photograph
out to them as soon as possible.

- Dog handler?
- On the way there, Sir.

Hasn't turned up yet, then?

Nah, nah, it's been
snatched, Guv. From its cot.

Upstairs. In broad daylight.
Can you believe that?

- Name of the baby?
- Faith Groves. Two months old.

Daughter of Stephen
and Frances Groves.

What do we know about
Stephen and Frances?

Right, well, he's
43, a bank manager.

And she's 40,
doesn't do anything.

Could we just say
"wife and mother", John?

Yeah, if you want.
Nice way of putting it.

No other children?

No. She's their only one.

Mother's hysterical, apparently.

Which is fair enough, isn't it?

Hey, do you know where
that comes from, "hysterical"?

Do you know where
that word comes from?

You'll like this, I
was reading about it.

I thought it was hysterical, like,
Tommy Cooper, he's hysterical.

But, no, it's not.
It's Latin for "womb".

Eh? Says a lot about
women, that. Doesn't it?

It's Greek.

Well, they knew a thing or two,
then, didn't they, the ancient Greeks?

By the way, I need to dart off,

pick Leigh Ann up about
two, if that's all right?

I know, I'm sorry. It'll
only be for an hour.

Just, Lisa's going away this
weekend. With another new bloke.

This one's serious, I think.

Women.

- Afternoon, Sir.
- Afternoon.

- It's this one up here.
- Thank you.

Mr. and Mrs. Groves?
No, please don't get up.

I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Gently.

This is my colleague,
Detective Sergeant Bacchus.

Please tell me
everything you know.

- This is my fault, Inspector.
- Stephen!

I should have heard something.
Frances went shopping.

I decided to do some
gardening in the back,

I was back and forwards
through the house.

Both doors were
wide open for a while.

I looked in on her
at quarter past 12:00.

She was sleeping.

She looked like an angel.

Shh, Stephen, shh.

Would it be all right if I take
one of these photographs here?

Yes, take whatever you need.

Will you be happy to
speak to the local press?

We'll need to get this out to the
public as soon as possible, really.

- Right, whatever.
- And we will need something

with your daughter's scent
on it, for the tracker dog.

An item of clothing,
or a blanket.

I'll get it.

- The pink top, Stephen.
- Right.

Wait for me, would
you, please, Mr. Groves?

Is there somebody who
can come and sit with you?

Friend or neighbor
or work colleague?

Your husband seems
to be taking it very badly.

Sometimes, you don't know
what you've got until you lose it.

Excuse me.

Beautiful room.

All Frances' doing.
Everything perfect for the baby.

This is where Faith was
when she was taken?

Yeah.

Oh, no, please, may I?

Give this to the dog
handler, would you, please?

Tell him to start with the
woods behind the house.

Sir.

Has anything been taken?

Clothes, toys?

I actually wouldn't know.

You had Faith quite
late in life, didn't you?

Frances and I tried for
many years with no success.

Do you think this was planned?

When you say "no success"...

Oh, Faith's adopted.
Did nobody tell you?

Have you noticed anybody loitering
on the street in the last few days?

No, no. I don't recall anyone.

- You think this was planned, then?
- Uh, yeah. I do.

It would be different if it was
from a pram outside a shop.

Say, you know, barren lady
walking past, and thinks to herself...

- What do you know about that?
- Huh?

What do you know
about barren ladies?

Oh, no, no, no, sorry. I
was just... I was just saying...

Just saying what?

I was just saying...

Can I tell you something?

I nearly did it myself.

Twice.

After my third miscarriage,
I thought to myself,

"Well, this is never
going to happen for you.

You're childless,
get used to it."

And you'd be
walking along the road

and see some 17-year-old
girl pushing a pram.

And you'd think, "She didn't want
that baby. Why can't I have it?"

And I'd feel a strong,

almost overwhelming
urge to steal it.

To follow her home,

wait for my
chance, and steal it.

That's quite apart from wanting
to smash her face in, of course.

For having a baby?

Yes. For having a baby.

And then eventually
I had a hysterectomy.

Do you know what one of
those is? A hysterectomy?

I do. It's from the Greek.

Yes.

How nice that our policemen
have a classical education.

Mind you, with a
name like Bacchus.

We were childhood sweethearts.

We eventually got married in
'46, when I came back from Burma.

Army?

- Signals.
- Oh, yes.

I got back as one of the
lucky ones. All in one piece.

Good job to go to. Good
woman waiting for us.

"Here's the lovely life,

you deserve it,
come and live it."

All we needed was a child.

Life made us wait 20 years

and then... took
it away from us.

You have every chance

of seeing your baby
again very soon.

That is the usual outcome.

All right, first
question, you ready?

Do we think either of
them did away with it?

Probably not.

Well, definitely not her.
He might have done.

He was left on his own with her.

What was all those tears
about? Crying like a big lass.

Maybe he was
feeling hysterical, John.

Ah-ha-ha, yeah. You
know what I'm saying.

Who wants a dad that cries?

Right, so when your granddad
opens the door, we shout, "Surprise!"

Don't we? But a
bit louder. Go on.

And a big smile. Plenty
of teeth. Let's have a look.

Beautiful. You ready?

- Here he comes!
- Surprise!

Hello, gorgeous. I wasn't
expecting you until tomorrow!

Well, I asked her what
she'd most like to do today

because Daddy has to go back to
work and it's really, really important,

and you said, "Daddy, I'd
really like to see my granddad!"

Didn't you? "Yeah!"

Fobbing her off on your old
man isn't being a dad, son.

We've got a missing baby, dad.

So, what have you brought to
play, then? Let's have a look.

- A Meccano Set?
- Aye.

- She's a little lass!
- That's what I said, Granddad.

I wanted you to try
something different, didn't I?

You could make a
pram or something.

Lads like building and fighting.
Lassies like dolls and talking.

You can burn any
amount of bras you like,

but you cannot
change human nature.

I don't have a bra.

Well, come on. Let's go
on inside, pet, here you go.

There you go, enjoy
that. Listen, um...

- There you go, lassie.
- I'll try not to be long.

I'll pick her up soon as I can.

You were never much as a son,

but you are a
spectacularly useless dad.

What are they making?

They all make a teddy bear
that gets adopted with their baby,

so that when the child
is older they can look at it

and know they
were given up in love.

I see.

Is it usually this quiet?

Today's when Mrs. Dunwoody tells
them which babies have been placed,

and which haven't.

- "Placed"?
- Chosen for adoption.

Sorry, Guv. Back on the case.

I'll see if Mrs. Dunwoody
is ready for yous.

Thank you.

Who do you think it
was? Looks serious.

Do you think it's his fiancée?

Where's all the bairns?

Blissfully asleep in the
nursery from two till four,

when they wake up smiling
and refreshed for their next feed.

Course, the babies aren't all
clever enough to read the rules.

Can I not pick him
up, just for a minute?

Here you go.

Oh, Lauren, I know it's
hard, but I promise you

your little lad's better off
learning a routine, honest.

Now, go and get on with
his teddy, there's a good girl.

Would you like a
baby each, officers?

Or I'm doing three for
the price of two this week

if you've got a coupon.

Little baby Faith?
Lord, those poor people.

We shall need some details
of the baby's real mother.

Her name is Susan.

Susan Faulkner. Sweet girl.

Well, they all are for the
most part. Lovely, lovely girls.

They make one mistake, you
know, Mr. Gently, and they pay for it.

My Sergeant can
tell you all about that!

Yes.

My wife made a mistake.

You made it together.
But you stood by her.

Yes, and now we're
divorced. Can we crack on?

Yes, well.

To thread a needle requires
both needle and thread, you know?

These girls are
usually abandoned.

Unlike your good
lady. What's her name?

It doesn't matter.

Lisa.

Lisa. God bless her. And
the little one, what's his name?

It really... Do you mind
if we just...? Leigh Ann.

- A little girl. Lovely.
- Mrs. Dunwoody, If we...?

- I'll tell you one thing.
- Yes, please.

Because they learn
self-discipline in Dunwoody's,

no girl has ever
come back twice.

- That's very nice...
- Well, except Hazel.

- Hazel?
- Hazel Joyce, that showed you in.

Came here with a little bundle
in the oven four years ago,

and now she's back
as my assistant.

She's a treasure.

Now, Susan Faulkner.

How can I help?

Perhaps it was the
shock of having twins

that made Susan
leave in the way she did.

- Susan had twins?
- Yes.

Faith, and her brother Thomas.

I think Mrs. Groves would've taken
them both like a shot, you know.

They looked at
a lot of children,

and I had the feeling he was
vetoing them one after the other.

What happened to Thomas?

- Susan took him when she left.
- Took him where?

We don't know.

She left late one night, a
week after giving up Faith,

and without telling a soul.

Four o'clock. It's
time for the feed.

Susan decided Faith
was for adoption,

and I found a new life
for her with the Groves.

Susan and the Groves never met,
and know nothing of one another.

So the mothers have no say
in where their babies end up?

No. But even we can't
get every baby adopted.

Given the choice, nobody
wants a tainted child.

"Tainted"?

It's nigh on impossible to place
disabled babies, for instance.

Or children conceived in incest.

How would the prospective
parents know that?

The child was conceived
in incest, I mean?

They wouldn't.
Unless they asked.

- And if they don't ask?
- Then it's buyer beware.

So what was wrong
with Hazel's little 'un?

That's her business, not yours.

Yes. Would you bring
me your register, please?

We might need to
borrow it for a while.

You all right, love? Is
somebody coming for you?

Can I help? Would you like
me to get Mrs. Dunwoody?

Once you hand your bairn over,
you're out. They need your bed.

I handed mine over this morning.

He's gone.

They'll be good to
him, though, won't they?

Yeah, I'm sure they will.

Look, I'm sorry to burden you,
but did you know Susan Faulkner?

We shared a room for a week.

What happened to her?

We really need to talk to her. Did
she tell you where she was going?

No. Just disappeared
into thin air.

I've got to get me bus.

Good luck, love.

Susan Faulkner's mother
received a phone call from Susan

the day after she left Dunwoody's,
saying that she wasn't coming home,

but she refused to
say where she was.

- How're you getting on with that register?
- Yeah, it's interesting.

There was 23
mothers at Dunwoody's

during Susan's time there.

But, they've got these weird
little symbols next to their names.

- And it's the same for the babies.
- What sort of symbols?

Well, according to
the key at the back

symbols for different
characteristics, you know?

So, for example, for the babies
you've got one for social class.

- You've got one for hair color.
- Skin color?

Yeah. Skin color, sleeping,
feeding habits, fat or thin.

Disability. Type of disability. For
the mothers you've got one for age,

one for self-discipline... That's marked
out of ten... Cleanliness, intelligence.

How they fell pregnant...
How they fell pregnant?

I thought there was only
one way of that happening.

Esther Dunwoody really likes to
process people neatly, doesn't she?

Vaguely unpleasant.
Like eugenics.

Like what?

23 mothers there
with Susan, you said?

23, yeah.

Any of them live nearby the sea?

Uh... Why?

Well, her mother said she
called from a phone box

and she could hear
seagulls in the background.

No. None of them live by the
sea. You get seagulls at tips, Sir.

Do you want to see if
any of them live on a tip?

No, no don't bother.

Hazel. Hazel, the assistant.

She clearly had a problem
with the Dunwoodys.

See if the register goes
back to 1964. Hazel Joyce.

Here we go. Hazel Joyce.

19-years-old.
Student. Quite bright.

Says here, "Helpful
with the younger girls.

Child not placed for adoption."

Bingo.

There's a pram there, Sir.

It's that copper. The one
that came to Dunwoody's.

All right, Susan.
Susan, now don't run!

Why can't you just leave her
alone?! She's done now't wrong!

- It's all right, love.
- Sue, he's a copper and all!

Susan, it's all right.

We're not here to take
Thomas away from you.

I just need to talk
to you about Faith.

Faith?

- What are they like?
- The Groves?

Are you saying you
don't know, Susan?

How would I know?

Spying on them, mebbies.

Hanging around. Trying
to get a look at Faith?

Thinking to yourself,
"How could I get her back?"

That's stupid.

They must be stupid, leaving a
bairn where it could get snatched.

That's my bairn.

That's my little Faith.

Why did you leave Dunwoody's
the way that you did?

Giving up Faith killed
us. I couldn't do it again.

Why did you feel you had to?

Because Mrs. Dunwoody told me
there was a couple who wanted Thomas.

You could've said no.

Yeah. You want to try saying no

to Mrs. Dunwoody.

She tells you how
terrible life will be

as an unmarried mother.

About the stain you'll carry
round with you all your life.

How happy you'd make
some married couple.

But, most of all, how
you'd be doing the best

for your baby to
give it away to people

who can give it
everything that you can't.

"The gift of life."

Are they well off, these Groves?

Very comfortable.

So, in a way, Mrs.
Dunwoody's right, isn't she?

I didn't meet any
lasses at Dunwoody's

that wouldn't have
loved their baby,

and done everything they
could to give it a good life.

Why can't people help
we to bring up our bairns,

instead of taking them off us?

Susan, are you telling me

that you have no idea
where Faith went to?

I signed the forms for Faith to get
adopted when she was six weeks,

and that's the
last I saw of her.

Dunwoody tells you
that it'll eventually pass.

The pain.

But, if anything,
it's just got worse.

Do yous think I'm
a horrible person

- for giving away me own little bairn?
- No, I don't.

Susan, why didn't you just tell
her that you wanted her back?

What do you mean?

Invoke the three month
probationary period,

tell Esther Dunwoody that
you changed your mind?

What probationary period?

Susan, I need to ask
you some questions

about the twins' father.

Why?

Is there any way that
he could have discovered

the identity of the couple
who adopted Faith?

No, he didn't even
know I was pregnant.

- What, you didn't tell him?
- No.

He could've found out.

Could've realized that he didn't
want to see his daughter go.

Could've taken her back.

He's not brainy enough to do any of
that. And he doesn't even know he's a dad.

Well, I need to know his name,

so I can eliminate
him from our inquiries.

But then he'll know
that he's the father.

Susan, do you not think
he has the right to know

- he's the father of your kids?
- "The right"?

He's pathetic, man.

If I'd married him, I'd have
three bairns to look after.

You don't think he
has a responsibility?

What's the point of telling a
half-wit he's got responsibility?

What planet are
yous two living on?

I'm not being chained to
him for the rest of me life.

- Susan...
- Stop messing around

with my life, and find Faith!

Do the job yous
have been paid to do

and get off me back!

- Can I go now?
- Yeah.

She's absolutely right. Seven
hours Faith's been missing.

Sniffer dogs, nothing.
Door to door, nothing.

We are failing this little girl.

Sir, Stephen Groves called.
Asked if you can go over.

- He say why?
- No.

Did you ask? You are allowed
to do your job, you know.

I am doing my job.

Why don't you just, once in
a while, do it a little bit better?

Sorry. Sorry. It's just...
It's frustrating, isn't it?

I thought you might
like to see this, Sarge.

Sorry.

Hey, Guv. Look at that.

- I knew I recognized him.
- "Have a go hero"?

Yeah. He failed a robbery attempt
at the bank that he worked at,

about six years ago, it was.

He absolutely battered these
blokes with stockings on their heads.

- He did?
- Yeah!

You wouldn't think it,
would you? To look at him.

- No.
- I knew I knew his face.

How's the phones going?

Come on, Mr. Roberts,
that's the tenth time today.

Give us a break.

Are you sure this
was a newborn baby?

The one you're describing sounds
as at least one or two-years-old...

What was the
color of the car, Sir?

Was it black or
green? It was red?

When you say gypsies took her...

Bolt. Thank you.

And nut. Thank you, sweetheart.

All right?

What is it?

It's a pit-head, John.

Working model of, with lift.

Oh, aye. I didn't realize
I'd bought a pit-head kit.

Ah, well, that's the beauty,
you can make anything you like.

Bet she had a barrel of
laughs making that, didn't you?

Screwdriver.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

You can wind it back
up again, if you like.

That's the nearest you'll
get to any hard work.

Thanks for looking after her.

Do you want a cup
of tea before we go?

- Dad!
- I wouldn't say no.

And I have been
working hard all day.

What, in a collar and
tie? You call that work?

Oh, you're right. No, I forgot.

It doesn't count unless
you're stripped to the waist,

sweating like a pig,
with bleeding hands.

Anything?

I'm sorry.

She's gone, hasn't she?

Seven hours. It
feels like a lifetime.

Don't give up hope. Not
yet, not for a long while yet.

Honestly.

I barely know these people,
even though we live cheek by jowl.

They think they're being kind.

It makes me think there's

been a death.

You all right, Frances?

It'll be nothing, usually is.

We were given one just like this

when we took Faith, that's all.

- Sorry.
- Yes.

I saw them being
made this afternoon.

I find the whole thing a
little bit bizarre, actually.

It's hideous.

"A gift of a child
is a gift of life."

I never knew what she
was talking about, frankly.

We threw Faith's away.

I had other plans for letting
her know she was loved.

Well, you hang on to
those plans. And that love.

Are you a father, Mr. Gently?

It's for you, Frances.

Who?

He won't say.

You can't ring me here.

I've told you.

Was that him?

This newspaper story.
"Have a go hero" nonsense.

It seems to have dislodged

something in my memory.

About?

I received quite a bad blow
on the head during the robbery.

I was badly
concussed at the time,

it affected my recall.

Things often come
back a bit at a time.

No. No thanks.

So you've remembered
something you want to tell me?

There's been a car parked in
the street the last week or so.

Parked in the same
place or different places?

Different places. But
always near the house.

Can you describe it?

Small. I think it was blue.

- How about the driver?
- A man.

A young man. Young-ish.

Small, blue car.
Young, young-ish driver.

What was he doing?

Nothing. Just sat there.

Like he was waiting.

Did you mention this to anybody?

- No.
- Not your wife?

No. Why should I?

It's not very
helpful at all, is it?

Where is she?

Excuse me.

Hello? Speaking.

They've got her!
They've got Faith!

They want £10,000!

Did you find the bairn?

Ransom demand.

How much?

Why, you going to chip in?

It's getting late. Look, I'll
get Leigh Ann back home.

You know what? You take it
too seriously when I make a joke.

Well, it gets a bit wearing, Dad.
Especially in front of Leigh Ann.

I have enough trouble
keeping her respect as it is.

- John...
- What, Dad?

When you made detective,

I felt like...

I was so proud.

Yeah. Mum told us.

Well, I'm telling you now.

It's a bit late, Dad.

What did you say?

I said, "Did Leigh Ann
enjoy visiting her Grandpa?"

Oh. Yeah. Million laughs.

Why can't I get
anything right, Guv?

He was trying to
talk to us, you know?

Is this your dad?

Yeah, I think he
was trying to...

Oh, Guv, blue car,
do you see it there?

- On your left, passing that cyclist now.
- Yep. Got it. I got him.

The blue car is approaching
the drop-off point, over.

Over.

Why is he stopping now?

- He's having a pee.
- Yeah, maybe he's nervous.

All units, hold fast until he
gets to the drop-off point.

Go on my say-so, over.

Something's spooked
him. Let's grab him.

All units pursue and pick
up. Pursue and pick up! Over.

Mind the cyclist.

He was going the other way.

When we were watching the
drop-off he was cycling that way

and now he's...
He's got the satchel!

Guv, it's not the blue
car, it's the cyclist!

Hold tight.

Said he was given a
tenner to pick up the satchel.

- Ten more on delivery.
- Given a tenner by who?

Some bloke outside a
pub, that's what he says.

Delivery where?

Answer him. Delivery where?

I haven't got time for this.
This is yours if you tell me.

Or it's a borstal and a very
long time in prison if you don't.

You choose.

Out.

- Where is she?
- I haven't got her.

- Where is she?
- I swear to God.

- John?
- Nothing, Sir.

I'm going to ask
you one more time,

and then you and me
going to take a little walk.

And if you don't
tell me where she is,

you will have a terrible accident
in the process of trying to abscond.

- Do you understand?
- I haven't got her.

Andrew Fleming, is
this still your address?

Yes, but she's not
there. I haven't got her!

Is this the man in
the blue car, Stephen?

Stephen?

No. Can we speak in private?

Why?

Let's step outside.

I recognize him.

But not from the blue car on
our street. That man was younger.

Where from, then?

Frances...

can't know about this.

Will you guarantee that?

No, I won't.

So?

After the story about me

tackling the robber
made the newspaper,

I received a lot
of local attention.

Civic award.

I've never again
had to pay for a drink

in the Conservative
Association, or my golf club.

People just seemed to
react to me differently.

Including women.

I first met the Flemings
at a work's function.

Sally Fleming recognized me,

asked me to tell her all
about what happened.

She's a very attractive woman.

You were flattered.

Frances and I had
been going through

a very difficult period.

She was struggling at the time

with the belief that...

The certain knowledge that she
could never have a child of her own.

She'd had the hysterectomy.

Yes.

That's an awful thing for
a woman of Frances' age.

So you showed your sympathy

by shagging Mrs.
Fleming behind her back.

After six months, I
knew it had to end.

But Sally beat me to the punch

by telling me her
husband had found out.

I'm not proud of this.

The marriage
broke up soon after.

They had children.

I heard the divorce was very...

difficult.

The children suffered.

- Everybody suffered.
- Well, except you.

He particularly hated

that he lost his
children to another man.

She remarried.

Frances mustn't know.

It'll destroy her.
It'll destroy us.

Please.

It's a lovely life,
come and live it, eh?

Guv, what was all that earlier
you said about "lovely life"?

Oh, something he said yesterday

about getting out of the Army,

coming back to England
to the woman he loved.

How everything seemed possible.

All the things that they'd hoped
for as young people before the war.

Yeah. What if Stephen Groves
never wanted a baby, Sir?

What if it was the baby
that spoiled this "lovely life"?

He's got a lovely wife, he's
got a lovely house, lovely job,

he's got a nice car.
He's a hero, isn't he?

He's got women chucking
themselves at him.

For some reason.

Who'd want to trade all that in

for dirty nappies and no sleep?

Parents don't get a probationary
period, Sir. I should know.

No, that's it for the rest of your
life, whether you like it or not.

What are you saying?

I don't know. It's all
them tears and that.

It's all a bit of a lie,
I think. It's all an act.

What if Stephen Groves
didn't want a baby?

I mean, he vetoed
as many as he could,

and then he gets stuck with
one. So let's just suppose, right,

that he found a way to
get rid of little baby Faith,

keep his "lovely life".

- Murder a baby?
- Hmm.

He was there. He
was the last to see her.

You said yourself it was local.

Mebbies we don't need to
look beyond the man and wife.

Get Frances in.

How were things
between you and Stephen

when Faith finally
came into your house?

Why do you ask?

Well, 20 years on
your own, and then...

Yes.

Well, having Faith

was a huge change for us.

Most parents have nine months

to get used to the idea
of becoming parents.

Whereas from the moment we
first saw Faith, it was just weeks.

Did you want to adopt

Faith's brother Thomas as well?

Yes.

Instead of? Or as well as?

Stephen didn't
want a son, did he?

He, uh...

He didn't want to
be playing football

and pumping up
bikes in his 50's.

Whereas with a girl...

Well, she'd be with
me, wouldn't she?

Less of a nuisance.

He likes routine.

He likes coming home
to peace and quiet.

Did Faith cry a lot?

Why do you ask that?
All babies cry a lot.

Ours didn't. Some do, though.

I've seen them drive
grown men to distraction.

I've seen men hit their
kids. My dad hit me.

Well, Stephen would never
have harmed Faith at all.

Is this where this is going?

Why did Stephen
finally agree to adopt?

Why do you say "finally agree"?

Well, because Esther Dunwoody
said that he vetoed a lot of babies.

He, uh...

He finally saw how much
having a child meant to me.

Well, I wonder if it
was another reason.

What other reason?

Guilt.

Guilt?

What about? What about?

This man who tried to extort
£10,000 from you today...

Yes?

Stephen had an affair with his
wife and destroyed their marriage.

About a year ago.

I don't believe you.

He's just told us. I'm so sorry.

No. No.

Stephen would
never do that to me.

Frances, listen to us.

In your heart of hearts,
do you really believe that

Stephen wanted to adopt a child?

But why else would he
go to all that expense?

Expense?

When we decided on
Faith, we were told...

Because we'd dithered, she was
now reserved for another couple.

And?

Stephen paid a lot of money

to have her taken
out of circulation

- and made available to us.
- Paid a lot of money to who?

Mrs. Dunwoody. She told the
other couple that Faith's birth mother

had changed her mind
about having her adopted.

It was a lie.

Faith's birth mother
had no involvement.

It was all done over her head.

What about the other
couple, Frances?

Do you not care?

We'd spent a long time

searching for the right child

to complete our family.

Faith was that child.

Maybe they'd searched
a long time an' all?

You out-bid them.

It's like putting in a
higher offer on a house!

I'd had five miscarriages.

I no longer had a womb.

Why can't men understand a
simple physical fact like that?

Why is this so hard
for you to comprehend?

I had to have a child,

otherwise my life would have
been completely worthless.

If you don't have a
child, what are you?

What is your life, really?

Did you say all this to Stephen?

And when you told him, he went
out and he bought you a child.

Keep you quiet.

Yesterday morning,
when Faith was taken,

and you were out shopping,

where was Stephen?

He was doing the garden.

Doing what, exactly?

He was digging over the borders.

Mr. Gently...

You are so completely
wrong about my husband.

Sir!

Right. Go on, get in there.

Carefully. Carefully!

It's a dog.

Put it back.

All our babies come
with a clear biography

and a clean bill of health.

We want our adopters to have
as much information as possible

on which to base their choice.

So, Mr. and Mrs. Hopkinson,
tell me what you're hoping for.

And then you can begin to
make your choice. Don't be shy.

Is it the birth mothers
you're worrying about?

Yes.

You're worried about their
feelings, and bless your heart for that.

Hazel.

Just think of it like a
bring-and-buy sale.

- We bring them, you buy them.
- Hazel...

You can choose your
baby by eye color, skin color,

fat, thin, or by parentage...

- No need for flippancy, Hazel.
- Oh, sorry. I won't be flippant.

You can choose how
your baby was conceived.

Back seat of a car.

Quickie in a bus stop.

Right, that's enough. What's
the matter with you today?

Drunken night on the
beach with a total stranger.

Enough. Shall we
go over to the office?

My baby, for instance,

was conceived when
my uncle raped me

at my cousin's wedding.

In the middle of my
second term at uni.

Which is why I
suppose Mrs. Dunwoody

has me in her book
as "quite bright".

Which, compared to her, I am.

Let's go to the office.

I'm sure you're
keen to ask a few...

- Will somebody answer that door?!
- I'll get it, Mrs. Dunwoody.

How much did Stephen
Groves pay you for baby Faith?

- Pay, Inspector?
- Pay.

Oh, you mean the donation
they made to the home.

- How much?
- I would have to look that up.

Most of our adopters pay a
donation of gratitude to us.

I never ask them. It's
only if they feel compelled.

This financial gain that you
receive could be construed

as buying and selling babies.

Only by those with no
understanding of what we do.

Or perhaps with some sinister,
un-Christian axe to grind.

Did the couple who
originally chose baby Faith

know you gave her away
to the highest bidder?

They were only told that Faith's
mother had decided to keep her.

Which wasn't true.

I had the opportunity to place
two children instead of one,

both in very good homes.
Should I have passed that up?

The whole point is to get
better lives for the babies.

Not to make money
for yourself, then?

I don't make any
money, Sergeant.

The home would just
close without the donations.

It's all spent on the children.

The other couple were given
the opportunity to take the boy

instead of Faith,
and they agreed.

They didn't have much choice.

There is always a choice.

Unfortunately, while the paperwork
was almost complete on Faith,

it wasn't even started
with her brother.

And it had no sooner began
when Susan disappeared with him.

Leaving the first
couple empty-handed.

- To my great regret.
- I need the name of that couple.

- I'm not at liberty to give it.
- Give me the name!

They may have discovered
that you let them be outbid

in your baby auction,
and decided to take back

what they believe
is rightfully theirs!

There's no need for hysteria,
Sergeant. It's impossible.

- They couldn't have found out.
- I know their name.

I looked it up.

Get the name, Hazel.
And then go home.

You're dismissed.

Do you need me to
come with you on this one?

It's just it's the anniversary
of me mum's death,

and I usually take me
dad to the cemetery

so he can have a
little chat with her.

You know, we pay our respects,
and we do it every year, and...

Oh, no, it's all right,
I'll have a chat with him.

We'll do it some other
time. Let's go to the...

John, John. Go and see your dad.

Sorry, Guv. I know
it's getting desperate.

We've taken a call from a
farmer near Witton Gilbert

who thinks someone's been sleeping
rough with a baby in one of his outhouses.

Are you anywhere
near there? Over.

Give me two minutes.

- No one's seen or heard?
- No.

Vehicle?

We went to the pub
for our tea last night

and we passed this parked
car in the lane on the way in.

But no one inside, so
we thought nothing of it.

- What kind of car?
- Vitesse, I think.

- Color?
- Light blue.

Well, it was dark.
Can you be sure?

I saw it in my
headlights. Light blue.

I closed the door to
stop the dogs getting in.

But it was half
open at first light.

- Over there.
- Oh, yeah.

I don't suppose you can
remember the registration of the car?

Not a letter.

When you die, can I
come and visit you?

Uh, is that what you'd like?

Aye, yeah, I'd like that.

What was Grandma like?

Uh, she was very kind.

And very clever.

And she was very funny.

One Easter, right, when
I was about your age,

they bought us this
big chocolate egg.

I mean, it was huge.
Couldn't believe me eyes.

I started to take the foil
off it really, really carefully,

'cause I wanted it to
be absolutely perfect.

And when I'd taken the foil off,

I sat it in the middle
of the kitchen table,

so I could look at it, and it
was the best thing I'd ever seen.

It was smooth and it was huge

and it was chocolatey! You know?

And I couldn't
take me eyes off it.

And then your grandma came
over, right, just to have a look at it,

and she reached over

and she smashed it to
bits with the flat of her hand!

She just meant it
as a joke, you know.

What did you do?

I just cried, I think.

Like that.

Oh. Granddad's ready.

Hello, sweetheart. You going to
take my thing for me? Thank you.

How was she today?

Well, you know
women. Chatterboxes.

- Did she ask after us?
- You?!

No, she never mentioned you.

What you doing here?

We've got surveillance
on the barn,

but the kidnapper
won't go back there.

No?

How's your dad?

Oh, you know, him and me mum

had a nice old chinwag.

It's good to see him
get a word in edgeways

'cause that never happened
when she were alive.

Now, are we ruling
out Stephen, Sir?

I never thought
it was that likely.

And what about the couple
originally intended for Faith?

Well, turns out they're
both serving police officers.

Really?

And they don't need
to sleep in a barn.

The kidnapper does,
though, so he's not local.

Yeah.

We're not really getting
far on this, are we, Guv?

Well, yes, we are.

Faith Groves was
alive last night.

She's cared for, she's
been fed and changed.

So, he wants something in return
for her, doesn't he? He or she, that is.

Well, if it's money,
what's the delay for?

It's blackmail, isn't it?

Keep your eyes open
for a blue Vitesse,

driven by a youngish man.

All right.

A youngish man who
parks outside the house.

- What?
- I think she's at it as well.

- Nah.
- Yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Dear me. It's like
Peyton Place, innit?

- Are they in there?
- Yeah.

I phoned them and
gave them an update.

Do you want to tell me about it?

About Mrs. Fleming?

I thought Gently was
a better man than that.

I thought you were a
better man than that.

Well, now you know I'm not.

I'm not a war hero, I'm
not a "have a go" hero.

I'm just an ordinary man.

An ordinary, vain,

self-centered, middle-aged man.

I didn't want Faith.

I know.

And this is life's punishment
on me for not wanting her.

For being too selfish to make
room in my stupid little life

for the thing you
wanted the most.

I'm so sorry.

I made you have
something you didn't want.

Frances, I did want
us to have children.

I just wanted us to have
them when we were younger,

and I wanted them to be ours.

I can't help that.
It's just the truth.

- I know.
- But I promise you,

if life gives me a second
chance to be a father to Faith,

I'm going to grab
it with both hands.

You remember this moment,

please, in the future.

Whatever happens after
this, you remember what I said.

I love you, Stephen.

You must remember it. Please,
promise you'll remember it!

I promise. But...

No.

It'll stop.

I have to go out.

Is this that young man who
waits in the car sometimes?

Sorry.

Here we go.

- I'll get him.
- Wait.

Where's she gone?

Who's the man in the car?

They're now turning right, repeat,
right off the Shields Road, over.

See all that?

Used to be a lagoon.

A tropical lagoon.

260 million years ago.

Oh.

When you think
about all the creatures

that have lived and died here.

People as well.

Think of all the ghosts.

Ghosts?

Elizabeth Gibbon, for instance.

Threw herself off the top of
this mill tower. Broken-hearted.

Ditched by her lover.

She chose death.

Her husband lived on
happily with his wife.

Her ghost walks
this place at night.

Doesn't seem fair, does it?

How do you know that?

I have a degree. History.

- I didn't know.
- No.

There's a lot you don't know.

Because you don't really want
to know, do you, Mrs. Groves?

Gareth, I cannot give
you what you want.

I... I cannot be for you

what you want me to be.

I've tried to explain, and I'm
sorry you don't understand, but

this has to stop.

Because of him?

I hate him.

I'd like to hurt him.

You have. Believe me.

- How long they been up there?
- Ten minutes.

Any sign of the baby?

Nah. She's not
in the car either.

What do you want to do?

Nothing.

You're dead beautiful, you know.

- I'm not.
- You are.

Gareth, I want
this to stop today.

I want you to drive away

and never look back. Ever.

I want you to find a
lovely young woman,

and give yourself to
her and make a life.

And I want you
to forget about me.

Just as I'm going
to forget about you.

Let me ask you...

Do you love me?

Of course I do.

What's that look like to you?

The end of the affair.

Is he the kidnapper,
do you think?

I just don't think she'd
be here otherwise.

Unbelievable. She forces her
husband to buy somebody else's baby,

and here she is shagging him.

Women!

Gareth.

Sweetheart.

If you feel for me
as you say you feel,

this is the biggest gift
you can give to me.

Listen, it's the only
thing I really want.

All you want.

Not me?

I want Faith.

Please.

Gareth, please take
me to where Faith is.

- No!
- Police.

- No!
- Oi! Ey!

Where's the baby?

Where?

Guv, Guv, he's not breathing.

Has he got the baby?

He was taking me to her.

- Where? Where is she?
- He didn't say.

He just said she was in the
last place I'd want her to be.

I just wanted to
say how sorry I am.

I used too much
force, I know that.

I just got angry.

I get angry quite
a lot, actually.

I don't know why.

Don't you?

They don't think
he'll last the night.

- Do you want to sit down?
- Sorry.

I'm sure he didn't want any
real harm to come to Faith.

We'll find her.

Your husband only knows

that we tried to
apprehend the kidnapper

and that in the process the
man was severely injured.

He knows nothing about
your relationship with this man.

Then it's time that he did.

Why did you do it?

- To hurt you.
- Me?

That man

in the blue car,

always watching the house.

He was waiting
for you, wasn't he?

No, Stephen. He
was waiting for you.

Waiting for me to leave?

No.

He was waiting to talk to you.

And I told him he couldn't.

That he could never talk to you.

Remember you swore to
me that you'd come back.

That you'd come back with
double the love in your heart.

Do you remember that?

Yes, I remember.

I've never seen anything
as beautiful before or since

as you on that day.

What happened to
our lovely life, Frances?

You left me, Stephen.

With a baby.

You walked into that jungle

and you never came back.

I thought you were dead.

I was 17, unmarried.

And I had a baby.

A son.

Your son.

What happened to him?

I didn't really have
much say, Stephen.

They were very plain

in the mother and baby home.

Do you know, I did it
for him as well as me.

And then,

a year later, when I was
told that you were safe,

that you'd be coming home...

You know your letter,

"Let's start living
that lovely life."

How could that life include knowing
about a son you could never see?

How long have you
been seeing him?

He turned up

just when we were
looking for a child to adopt.

He said he wanted
to be part of our lives.

Life hasn't been very
happy for him, Stephen.

He's really...

Very, very fragile.

Do you have any
idea what it's like

to be completely cast
adrift from your own?

Never meet anyone who looks like
you, talks like you, shares your history?

Do you have any idea what it's
like to walk through your own life

and wonder who you really are?

What your real name is?

To wonder, "Was I so worthless
that they gave me away?"

Nothing's changed, has it?

I still am worthless!

I told him no.

And I didn't expect
to see him again.

But then in the pile

of toys and cards
left for Faith,

I found this bear that I
made for him in the home.

The bear that had gone
with him into his new life.

What did you call him?

I called him Gareth.

Yes, your dad's name.

Mrs. Groves,

what was the name of
the mother and baby home

where you had Gareth?

It's what's now
called Dunwoody's.

11:30, and there's
a baby crying.

Is somebody going to do
something about this situation?!

Oh, no, little laddie.

If you're waiting to be picked up
on demand by Esther Dunwoody,

you'll have a long wait.

You cry. I can wait.

Go on. Go on.

Leather lungs.

Thanks. John.

If he dies, there
will be an inquest.

I want you to know that, in
my opinion, you are not at fault,

and I will back you to the hilt.

Thanks, Guv.

♪ Silver buckles at his knee ♪

Guv!

♪ He'll come back and marry me ♪

♪ Bonny Bobby Shafto ♪

Is this little Faith
come back to us?

I've never had a return before.

This baby needs a feed.

And its mother.

I had a son.

You still have a daughter.

It doesn't seem five minutes
since this was Leigh Ann.

Oh! Give her here!

It's unnatural.

Men crying.

There, there.

Here we are.

Come on. There.

Does her mother know she's safe?

Mrs. Dunwoody, how long is it

since the Groves adopted Faith?

Oh. Three weeks, is it?

Well within the
probationary period, then?

What probationary
period is that?

The one you don't
tell the girls about.

Well, yes, technically.

It's time her mother
knew she was safe.

♪ The leaves are falling ♪

♪ And summer's gone ♪

♪ She's walking slowly ♪

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ The Greyhound bus pulls out ♪

♪ Turns down a street ♪

♪ There's no one coming out ♪

♪ To see her leave ♪

♪ She won't need
those pretty clothes ♪

♪ Gonna be a factory girl ♪

♪ Just like her mother said ♪

♪ There'll be no fairy tales ♪

♪ City lights ♪

♪ And lonely nights ♪

♪ And no one around ♪

♪ To lend a hand ♪

♪ She kept one picture... ♪

Susie?

Come here.

Thank you.

♪ Fold up her pretty clothes ♪

♪ With tears on her face ♪

♪ She knows she's dreaming... ♪

Is she happy?

How were they?

Crucified.

All we did was put things
back the way they were

before Susan was
cheated out of her baby.

Who does the bairn
belong to though, Guv?

Nobody. You can't own children.

You just look
after them for a bit.

They belong to
themselves, don't they?

I don't know. I'm no expert.

Suppose there's
no law, is there,

saying that you and your dad
has to get on with each other?

Nope.

I suppose it's the same for him.

Mebbies he's thinking what it
must have been like to have a son

who wasn't such a
sarcastic clever-clogs.

Ask him.

Yeah, all right.

So, this is the place you work?

Aye.

Mr. Gently told me
you're browned off.

What? A bad day at work?

I killed someone.

Come here, son.

- Come here, son.
- No, it's all right.

Come here, son. Come here.

Come here, come here,
come here, come here.

♪ I cannot get to my love ♪

♪ If I would die ♪

♪ The water of Tyne ♪

♪ Runs between him and me ♪

♪ And here I must stand ♪

♪ With a tear in my eye ♪

♪ Both sighing and sobbing ♪

♪ My true love to see ♪

♪ Oh, where is the boatman ♪

♪ My bonny hinney? ♪

♪ Oh, where is the boatman? ♪

♪ Bring him to me ♪

♪ To ferry me over the Tyne ♪

♪ To my honey ♪

♪ Or speed him across ♪

♪ That dark water to me ♪

♪ And here I must stand ♪

♪ With a tear in my eye ♪

♪ Oh, sighing and sobbing ♪

♪ My true love to see ♪

♪ Oh, bring me a boatman ♪

♪ I'll give any money ♪

♪ And you for your trouble ♪

♪ Rewarded shall be ♪

♪ Just carry me over the Tyne ♪

♪ To my honey ♪

♪ And I will remember ♪

♪ The boatman and thee ♪

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