All language subtitles for After.the.Flood.S01E02.WEB (SDH)

Please, help! My baby's in here!

I'm coming. Oh!
BABY CRIES

No!
The body's in there... in the lift.

The lift fills with water,
and he's trapped.

Me, be a councillor? No.
Yeah. No. No.

I'd have to stand for election.

Yeah, but Jo's only just six months.
I'm seven months.

I put the lift man's DNA
into an ancestry site,

and they've got a match.

The match is with your brother.

Your brother died
just under a week ago.

My brother died five years ago!

Hi.

Hi.
Hi.

I'm sorry. I... I get it...

not wanting to say
how pregnant you were

so you could start the course.

I just wish that I hadn't found out
in front of other people.

And I don't like thinking
that you couldn't tell me.

PHONE RINGING
I just think I panicked.

I'm sorry.

Are you gonna get that?

Er... It'll just be Deepa.
You know, she can't live without me.

Yep. Deepa.
Pat, sorry, I need some muscle.

Jo, can you get some cups,
paper cups, three stacks, yeah?

Mm-hm.
Sorry.

I just...
I've got a massive, great big vat,

I can't move it.
It's just next to the van.

OK.
Brilliant, thank you. Yeah.

PHONE VIBRATES

VOICEMAIL: 'You have
one new message.'

TASHA: 'Take my calls right now.

'This is not a game.
My brother died five years ago.

'I am looking at his ashes.'
What's happened?

She's saying that her brother died
five years ago,

but, I mean, that can't be,
unless she has other brothers,

but then why wouldn't she say
which brother?

What about a brother
she doesn't know about?

PAT: Molly, we're all loaded up.

OK. It's fine, come on. Let's go.
Molly! Where are you?

PHONE VIBRATES

Pat, actually, sorry,

can you just make sure
they don't topple over?

Yeah, just...
just wedge 'em in or something.

Yeah. Actually, it's probably best
if we sit with them.

Mm-hm.
Yep.

How's your sister?
Is she still flooded out, yeah?

Yeah, yeah. It's pretty bad, but...

so is having them living with us.
HE LAUGHS

Hey, did I tell you, I put my name
down to stand in the next...?

VOICEMAIL:
'You have one new message.'

TASHA: 'OK, so you try to ignore me?
Fine.

'You have no idea
what you've started.

'I am going to plague you,
Jo Marshall.

'Je ne vais pas te lacher,
Jo Marshall. Pas te lacher!'

PHONE BEEPS

INDISTINCT CHATTER
WOMAN: Got it?

Mol?
Oh, thank you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on. Hang on.

Don't throw anything away
you're gonna claim on insurance.

They'll be sending people down
who'll wanna see it.

Oh, OK.
Yeah. Pass it on.

If you're claiming, keep it.
If you're claiming, keep it. Yeah?

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Whoa, whoa, what're you doing?
Empty, there's nothing in it.

Yeah, well, you just stick
with paper cups, all right?

Can you take that? Cheers.

Hey, they're promising sunshine
tomorrow, all day!

WOMAN: Do you want a hand?

Excuse me, is that fridge yours?
What are you doing? Come away.

That... That is not his fridge.
Yeah, nobody seems to mind but you.

PHONE PINGS
Hang on.

HE SIGHS

What?

Been called in. Sorry.

And sorry about... No.

Sorry... Sorry is all I bloody say
nowadays.

Look, I'll call you about tonight,
all right?

See you later.
Yeah.

MAN: There you go. There he is.

The dead bloke they found
in the lift.

They've issued a whatsit,
you know, E-FIT.

All look the same, though,
don't they?

It don't look like anyone.
Seen it? Do you recognise him?

Mum! Have you got a phone charger?

Oh, no, I haven't.
Sorry, sweetheart.

Right, OK, I'm going home.
I'll see you later.

JACK: Heya. I'll give you a hand.

WOMAN: Yeah. Thanks a lot.
Thank you. Yeah.

Hi.
Hey, how's it going?

Ugh, well, you know...

But... the Flood Relief Fund
is back up and running.

Is it?
Yes, it is, and as treasurer,

I think those getting
development grants

should maybe remember
that money comes from the people

paying their council tax
on these streets, Mr Jack Radcliffe.

What?
You... as treasurer.

THEY LAUGH

Really?
Yeah.

SHE LAUGHS
Come on. Come and have a brew.

Amy!

Jo!

I thought I'd come and get
some of her toys and clothes, but...

Are you insured?
Third party.

JO SIGHS

But who cares when the man
who saved this one is...

well, God knows where?

Is there still no news?
Nothing, no.

Hi.
BABY BABBLES

Hi. How you doing?

PHONE PINGS

Oh, OK.

SHE SQUEALS,
HE GRUNTS

TASHA: Ugh! I'll get you.

DANIEL: Stop wriggling.
No! Let go! Ah!

That's him.

So it IS her brother.

DISTANT GIGGLING

Pat?

MOANING

BANGS DOOR
Cover up, I'm coming in.

Shit.
SOPH GASPS

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Jo.
Hi, I'm just seeing Kelly.

Sure.

I've just walked in on your Soph
having sex in our house.

Yeah. She called and said.

We don't mind, he's a nice lad.

He's 19... and she's 15, just 15.

We'd rather she did it with him
at home

than sneaking off somewhere
with God knows who.

I'm a fucking police officer, Kel.

Pat's a police officer.

That's our home, and she's underage.

Excuse me, we're her parents.

Right. Well, I'll fucking arrest him
if I find him there again, OK?

Oh, yeah, mustn't taint
the idyllic love nest, must we?

SHE SIGHS

Oh. Thought you were out
with Pat tonight.

No, he's handling a few issues
with Kelly, like...

don't let your underage daughter
have sex in our spare room. Ugh.

Is it all right if I stay
another night? Yeah, course it is.

Thanks. Also, I just need
a bit of space to think

because I have royally fucked up,

putting that DNA
into the genealogy site.

What, with the French woman?

Yeah. Oh, and it IS her brother
that she's talking about, right.

Have a look at this.
MOLLY CLEARS THROAT

So, this is an E-FIT of the man
that we found in the lift,

and it's a good likeness.
Mm-hm.

Right, and then this is Tasha Eden
in France...

and this is the two of them
together, both younger, but watch.

TASHA SQUEALS,
DANIEL GRUNTS

That's the man in the lift,
I'm sure of it.

Well, that's... that's good,
isn't it?

SHE SIGHS

I mean, it is, and it isn't because
what do I do with the information?

Do I show it to someone
and definitely get the sack?

And she's saying her brother died
five years ago,

which doesn't make sense.

And then I thought, briefly,

maybe I've found out enough
to mitigate things,

because let's say
somebody used the flood

to make us think that
the man in the lift had drowned,

when, actually, he'd been murdered.

Well, that tells us there's a killer
out there that needs to be caught.

Then I was thinking, OK, hang on,
if I've got Tasha Eden's surname,

then I've got his surname, Eden,

but not if that's her married name,
so...

Ugh! I don't know.

All I do know is that I seem to have
upset her. Right, listen to this.

TASHA: 'I am going to plague you,
Jo Marshall.

'Je ne vais pas te lacher,
Jo Marshall. Pas te lacher!'

Don't think she's wishing me luck.
Right, when did she leave that?

About... six, seven hours ago.
What, and she hasn't called since?

No.
Right, leave it, then.

She's got it off her chest,
it's done, forget it.

When do you go back
to detective training? Tomorrow.

Right. Forget about the lift man,
it's fine.

Yeah?
Yeah.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Breakfast is through there.
I don't want breakfast.

I want a woman called Jo Marshall
or whatever Jo stands for.

Joanna? Josephine? She lives
in Waterside. Do you know her?

Would you ask around for me?
Certainly.

Hey, you're back. Hey, yeah,
I'm just looking for everyone.

Oh, they've all been sent
to help out at Minton.

Yeah, no positive ID yet,

but they got 20, 30 names
in the first six hours.

There'll be more now, I guess.

Deepa Das, why are you here?
I'm going, Sarge, I'm gone.

Disappointing news, I'm afraid.

The trainee course is suspended
till the flood emergency's over.

Oh. Yeah, and before I can put you
back to work here,

you've gotta do a risk assessment.

How are you?
Yeah, OK.

Great. Well done. Let's get to it.

Hm!

I've got too many officers
off sick, so...

..phone round,
gauge who's shirking...

..find out
when I can expect 'em back.

There's the sick list.
I will leave you to it.

Yep.
Back in a bit.

PHONE RINGS

WHISPERING: Eden.

Eden.

DOOR KNOCKS

Hiya. Sorry to bother you.

My name is Molly Marshall,

and I'd like to stand as a candidate
in the next local election,

but to do that,
I need ten signatures.

Well, now you need nine.
I'll get a pen.

Thank you, here, I've got one.
Ah. Oh, thank you.

We've got local elections too
next month.

Oh, right, so you don't live here?

No, I'm looking after me dad.
I'm in Salford.

Ah.

I'll tell you what,
I'll sign for him.

He won't mind, he's had a stroke.

PHONE RINGING
Yeah, sorry. Excuse me.

Erm...

Ah, fine. Hiya?

'Mol, it's Jordan. I need you.'

Right, OK, it's...
I'll be with you soon.

'No, listen,
it's the insurance guy...'

OK, OK,
I'll be with you sooner,

just... just don't agree to anything
until I'm there. OK?

'You've gotta come now. OK?'

OK. OK. OK. Bye.

Sorry.
There you go.

Derek Pinner. I made it a bit shaky.

SHE SIGHS

OK. Well, get well soon.

Jo. Ah, yeah, so far,
I'd say two are pulling sickies.

I've given them both an asterisk
next to their name.

OK, great, thanks.
Oh, er, the Allens, Don and Mary,

their grandson's asked to speak
to the officers who found them.

His name's Finn, as in Huckleberry.
You up for that?

Yeah, course.
I'll let you know when.

And also, yes, you're on call to me,
but you have an exam in five weeks,

so, as and when,
feel free to revise.

Thanks, Sarge.

JORDAN: No! Look!
Take a proper look!

Look! Look in the back!
Molly, they're offering me nothing.

The first flooding,
and he says I'm not insured,

which can't be true.

See, I pay by direct debit!

Business premises,
as explained in Mr Jordan's policy,

aren't covered for flood damage.
What? There's an exemption clause.

There's your signature.
You signed this policy.

Right, OK, but it's hardly clear,
though, is it?

Mr Jordan will have had 28 days
to review his cover.

Yeah, all right,
so he's insured for everything

except the biggest threat
he's likely to face,

and you happily sell him that policy

knowing he lives
in a flood risk area.

I'm the loss adjuster,
I haven't sold Mr Jordan anything.

Does anyone ever think about
punching your fucking lights out?

Some have tried...
Yeah, cos I'm ruined, you see?

..I wouldn't advise it.
18 years wiped out!

Hey, you see this?

Something, Nothing, and Fuck-all!

For all the work I've put into this!

Come on, love, let's go in.
Mol? You got a sec?

Er...
We've, erm...

we've got you something
for your Flood Relief Fund.

Might as well burn
the bloody shop down!

See if I'm insured for that!

Yeah, so you know Kelly, of course.

Obviously, you get the money direct,

but, er, just for social media
and all that sort of stuff,

we just wanna take a few shots of me
handing it over, so, er... Oh.

There.
Oh, wow. Oh, God.

Sorry, there's a difficult situation
going on.

Jack, that's... very generous, Jack.
Yeah, OK.

Very.
Right, shall we do it, then?

CAMERA CLICKS
KELLY: Lovely.

Never a shy one, were you, Jack?

CLEARS HER THROAT
And again.

Always happy walking
round a kitchen naked. Smile!

HE CHUCKLES

How's Sarah Mackie these days?

The Chair of, er...
Planning Committee

will always be one of my
favourite people, whoever they are.

And another one.

PHONE RINGING
Lovely. Excuse me.

Where are you?

Where are you?

CHATTER OVER RADIO

Hey, first on the scene WPC.
Hi.

How you doing? Nice to see you. Wow.

You lot were crawling
over this place. Yeah?

Yeah. Would you mind
if I have a look around?

Course you can, yeah, sure.
Yeah? Only too happy.

Where were you when the flood hit?

At home.
I've given a statement.

I don't mind saying it again.
Might remember stuff...

I... can't think of anything,
though.

Well, before the flood,
sort of 48 hours, maybe longer,

do you remember seeing
anything suspicious

or even just someone
you didn't know?

The only people coming in
would be other security lads

or maybe Jack Radcliffe
once in a while.

Jack Radcliffe? Why?

He owns this, he built it.
I didn't know that.

No, I don't suppose he shouts it
out, whole place is empty.

Eight units,
and none of 'em's been used, ever.

I mean, they're all like this.

And this one.

Ta-da.

You should see this one.

Sorry, wrong one.

It worked last time.

I've lost the key.

Look, give me your number,
and as soon as I find it, I'll ring.

Yeah, erm... Can I ask you
about the cars that were caught

in the car park during the flood?

Yeah, sure.

Just cos from where I was,
I remember there being four cars

beyond the lift... four in a row,
second to last one was red...

the red saloon,
like a Toyota or a Honda maybe?

Look, not to worry, I can have them
check the CCTV. I'll have a word.

Yeah, you could do if there was any.

There's no CCTV?

Guess I'm cheaper.

Do you wanna show me where you mean?
Might jog my memory.

Yeah, sure. Great, thanks.

Yeah, four cars. This one was red.

Well, I'm not saying no,
but I can't say yes.

SHE SIGHS

They were saying that the body
had been dead for 48 hours or more.

Hm... Meaning someone wanted us
to think that he drowned in here...

and who'd wanna do that?

A murderer would.

A murderer would.

THEY SIGH

No, what I'm... I'm saying
if I was good at yoga,

like, show-off good, why would
I wear a scarf to do it in?

Like, why would I wear tights
with nothing else on underneath?

Yeah, but you see,
I didn't notice that.

Oh, you think it was just the blokes
who clocked that?

THEY LAUGH
I do, actually, yeah.

Mm.
Er, what...

What would you think about us
putting in for a transfer?

New baby... new beginnings.

Somewhere new, might be exciting.

Yeah. Well, what about Mum?

And here? And, well, everything?

OK.
We have...

A yippee-dippy-doo...
Surprise for you.

A treat...
A pampering fest...

And an apology...
From us...

BOTH: And Sophie.
SOPHIE: Sorry.

BOTH: Come on.
Ah!

Thank you.
THEY LAUGH

God, it's boiling in here.

GIGGLING

A massage chair.
And it's heaven.

It uses the latest technology
to replicate a masseuse's grip.

And it wipes down, so you can,
er, oil up to use it.

Well, do you like it or love it?

Where's my dad's old chair?

Oh, we put that in the garden.
Yeah.

DOORBELL RINGS
Ooh.

Hey! It's my house.

WHISPERS: My house.

Jo Marshall? Tasha Eden.

You called me about my brother.

Erm... just...

Right, my dad's chair,
back in from the garden,

and that thing, out.

And them, out.

I'm going to Mum's.

Come on.

Hey, what are you doing?

Move.
No.

Come on.
No.

Why are you doing this?
I need to talk to you.

Let go!
Get in the car.

Hey, I'm pregnant,

and I am a police officer.

So is my husband, which is why
I need to get you away from here

because he can't know
about any of this, all right?

No.
Yes.

Yes, there's been
a misunderstanding.

OK. OK.

Let's clear things up, then.

My brother's ashes.

He died May 5th, 2019,

or are you saying I have
another brother I don't know about?

What are you saying?
All right, listen. Let me explain.

We had a flood last week,

and the body of a man was found
in a lift

in a flooded underground car park.

I was the first officer
on the scene,

and he had no ID on him, OK?

He had... nothing.

No wallet, nothing, so...

we put his DNA
into the police database...

and nothing came back,

and cos we're not allowed to feed it
into commercial ancestry sites,

it's illegal, that's it.

It's a dead end, except...

there is one piece of information
that makes me wanna do just that

because it turns out
this man in the lift

had died two days before the flood,

which means that somebody
put him in there

wanting us to think that he drowned
when, actually, he'd been murdered.

And my head's going,
"There's a killer out there."

And if I can just find out
who this man is,

that might lead me to the killer,
so...

Look, without telling anyone,

I put his DNA into Gene Tracker,
and here we are.

Right.

Look at this.

This is an E-FIT of the man
that we found in the lift.

Whoa, where are you going?
To the police.

If you tell the police I used
your brother's DNA, that's it.

That's the end of my career.
What do I care about that?

I was just trying to help.

Where is the police station?
I...

I'll ask someone else.
All right. All right, I'll take you.

Tasha.

Tasha, why don't you come with me
to my mum's,

and you can see an early case file
I downloaded, OK?

I got it last week. Why don't
you just come and have a look?

You're just trying
to save your own skin.

PHONE RINGS

BUZZER RINGS

Hey, could I see someone, please,
about that man there?

Yeah, sure. Take a seat, please.

Squeeze the sides in.

They are squeezed in.
Squeeze harder.

CHAIR BUZZES

Oh, Keith, turn it off.
Thank you, sweetheart.

Kelly, would you please fuck off?

Yeah, how 'bout you try saying that
to your wife and not me, yeah?

I mean, how ungrateful can she be?

We give her a gift...
Keith, just leave it alone.

I'll do it.
Oh, yeah, have a go at Keith now.

Let's just ignore how Jo treats us,
and you, how she treats you. OK.

OK... OK.
CHAIR BUZZES

TEXT ALERT

No!

Hello...? Hello?

You took the baby.
You saved the baby.

Oh, my God.

You were so brave.
What, just me?

What happened to you after?

All I know is I just came to
on the riverbank past Saltbridge,

it's like six, seven miles away.

But the last thing I remember,
the only thing I remember, is you.

You didn't come forward.

No.
Why not?

Well, come forward for what?
A load of fuss?

I'm Jo, by the way, Jo Marshall.

Lee.

Hello, Lee.
Hiya.

And I hear what you're saying,
I do hear what you're saying,

but the mother of the baby...
how about meeting her?

She's been so worried about you,

and she wouldn't tell anyone,
guaranteed.

But what about you?
Who you gonna tell?

See, you're police, right?

Not for much longer, I expect.

That's cos you're pregnant.
Yeah.

Yeah, maybe they'll put it down
to that.

How long to go?
I'm seven months.

Right, so you're almost due, yeah?
Mm.

And just walking into floodwaters,
yeah? Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll come.

You want to speak to someone
about this E-FIT poster?

Yes. He looks like my brother,
Daniel Eden.

I'm Natasha Eden.

Ah, right, and you're French.
No, British, like Daniel.

But this passport
was issued in France.

Yeah, I moved there when
I was three, my father remarried.

I've lived in France ever since.

You want my whole life story?
No.

So why don't we just test me, yeah?
Take my DNA.

You have a poster up there
saying "Who is this man?"

And I'm telling you,
he could be my brother.

'Ey, tu marches a cote de
tes pompes,

t'es mon meilleur putain de con.

I learnt that on a French trip
in 1978,

and, erm, I've no idea
what it means, er, so apologies...

..if it's rude, erm...

Let's tone it down while I put out
a call for someone who can help you.

Yeah?

KNOCKING

Jo! Hi, sorry. It's you, isn't it?

You did this.
It's just arrived, look.

She loves it.

Thank you so much.
Amy...

erm, this is Lee,
the man who saved your baby.

Not drowned after all,
safe and sound.

And he doesn't want a fuss,
I just thought...

Aw, thank you. Thank you.

DS BABAK: What do I call you?

Mademoiselle?
You can't even say it.

Let's just prove
that's not my brother.

Why do you think it might be?

This was taken seven years ago.

Me and my brother, Daniel.

But also know, two years later,

Daniel dies
in a motorbike accident.

So you see my problem?

When did you arrive in the UK?

This time last night.
Where from?

Gallargues-le-Montueux, France.
And why did you come?

How did you know to come?
Who told you about this?

What are you doing in Waterside?

How did you get the idea that
that man here was your brother?

I'll be thanking you forever.
PHONE RINGS

Oh, don't do that, just...
just be happy...

..and then we'll all be happy, yeah?

Look, I have to go,
but it was so nice to meet you...

and you.

I'll see you later. Bye-bye.
PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

PHIL ON PHONE: 'Jo?'
Yep.

'I've been trying get hold of you.'

The Allens' grandson is gonna be
at the house tomorrow at 10:30.

'Could you be there
to answer any questions?'

Yeah, sure.
'I'll tell Deepa too.'

'Ey, I'm at your dad's allotment.

Why? Well, our foster boy's
decided he wants to grow carrots,

and your mum said "please",
so dig, dig, dig.

I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?
Yeah. Bye.

SARAH: That's good.

Why? Where've you gotta be
that's so important?

When you don't call, I worry.
Just call.

I've got DCI Roy off sick
and a clown in charge.

What's your excuse? Where were you?

We have blisters!

Well, it's a good job
it's time to stop, then, yeah?

No, I don't wanna go.
All right.

No. No, no, home time.
N-n-no, home time!

Way past home time. Come on.
Come on.

You coming too, or have you got
someone else lined up?

Come on, let's clear up,

and let's get pizza or takeaway,
yeah?

Hi, me again.

I got your mother's address
from the local council website.

I didn't tell the police
about you...

or what you did with the DNA.

I didn't mention you.

Maybe I still will.

Jo...
Ah.

You asked me not to...

..and they didn't let me do
what I want and need to do.

Which is what?

Identify the body.

See with my own eyes
if it is or isn't Daniel.

See him, so I know.

But, no,
they want the DNA test first.

Yeah, I mean, of course they do,
because...

imagine if you weren't his sister

and you were just
making all this up.

But I'm not.

Yes, but they still have to follow
the procedure.

Yeah, OK.

OK, but you said you had
a case file you'd show me,

and if that file has photos
of the body...

Ah, no.
Those are crime-scene photos.

I can't show you them.

If you believe he is my brother,
and you do, why not?

They'll take me to the morgue
when they get the sibling match.

They'll show him to me then.

So you have to wait until then.
No. No!

I need to know now

because if it is him...
if it is Daniel...

..then why's he done this to me?

Why did he let me think
he was dead all these years?

I only want to know
if it is or isn't Daniel.

Because... Cos... I...

..I thought he loved me.

He did. He did love me!

Come on. It's all right. Come on.

OK.

Mum, no.

Tasha, I'm so sorry...

..but this does mean
that your brother faked his death

five years ago.

I mean, do you have any idea
why he might do that?

Or perhaps why someone
would've wanted to kill him now?

TEXT ALERT

Oh, my God. Pat's coming.
Like, now. He's here.

Oh, OK, let's get her upstairs.
No, coming to stay.

Pat's her husband.
I can go to my hotel.

I'm at the Waterside Valley.
OK.

This way. This way.
Can we meet in the morning?

Yes. Yes, I can be with you at,
like, 11.

Quickly, quickly.

No, no. No, this way.
Straight ahead.

On his way in.

So, I got eight signatures
this morning...

let me finish, hang on,
and two this afternoon,

so that's me done.

I'm ready to be elected.
JO LAUGHS

Sorry. Hello, how are you?

Now that I'm here, much better,
and I come bearing gifts.

Ooh.
Oh, nice.

Oh. Ooh, yeah. You can stay.
JO CHUCKLES

Oh, yes.

Your dad's chair
is back where it was.

Oh, great.

Hey. How you doing?

Good, you?
Not bad.

Er, that's Finn,
the grandson of the couple who died.

Let's go.

Finn?

Hi, I'm Jo Marshall,
this is Deepa Das.

We were together
when we found your grandparents.

So sorry.
Really.

Thanks, yeah.

I used to come here all the time,
like, every school holiday.

It's just awful.
Yeah.

Yeah.

So, I saw your grandad
the night before.

The floodgates were holding,
so they decided to stay.

Then when we came back
the next morning,

I could hear something.

And when we went inside,
the air was thick,

and there was
a generator switched on.

To pump out water,

the downstairs was flooding up
from the cellar.

And your grandparents
were on the landing.

Like they were on their way out.

Can we go in?
We can't, no.

Technically,
it's still a crime scene.

It is a crime.

They didn't need to die.

This is what happens
when folk are left to make decisions

that they're not qualified
to make...

..and those who should
take responsibility, they don't...

and they never will.

Cos our government
and the Environment Agency

have zero obligation to provide
flood defences in this country...

like, zero.

You can look it up.

Is that news to you?
Cos... Cos it was news to me.

I mean it'd be news to everyone,
wouldn't it?

No, they don't have to do a thing.

And then you...
And look what happens.

Sorry... Don't get me going.

No, I... Do you remember my mum,
Molly Marshall?

Yeah, she did the summer camps.

Right, I'm just thinking
you two should get together.

She's a flood warden.
She's into all that.

You should talk to her about this.

KNOCKING

I was thinking, "She's not coming."

I was thinking,
"What if she's not there?"

OK...

I've been trawling through sites

looking for any sign of Daniel,
and came up with these.

But they all stop five years ago,
nothing after that.

OK, that means he must've had
another ID, or got a new one.

And became who?

Hold on.

Deepa, hi.
Er, are you back at the station?

Hi. Yeah, everything OK?
Yeah, it's fine.

Listen, can you email me
the latest response list

to the Lift Man E-FIT?

Full murder team, no exceptions,
in the briefing room now!

Do you know what? I shouldn't have
asked you. Forget I said it.

No, it's fine.
I can do it right away.

Deepa, it's fine, you don't have to.
I...

TEXT ALERT
OK, here. Here.

Er, let's see if there's a location

where people seem to recognise him
from.

Erm, when you came over as a kid,

what sort of places
did you hang out?

None of these places.

We were mainly
down and around the docks.

That's him. That's him,
that's Daniel there.

Who? Where? Alex Welland?
For sure.

A hundred percent, that's him.
How do you know?

Nanta, this business.

That's what Daniel called me
cos that's how I first said my name,

Nanta, and so it stuck.

He always called me it.

He called me Nanta,
I called him Danta... hm, there.

OK. Erm, what's the address?

It's down by the docks. Come on.

You two know the dock area.

Check out the E-FIT sightings
we've had at West Port,

Canning, and Nanta.

Go, I wanna ID this man.

PHIL: Get that address,
and send it over...

Sergeant?
Yes, sir.

Jo Marshall, where is she?

I want her. I need her. Get her.

Quick as you can.

Mm-hm.

Daniel's always lived out here
near the docks.

He followed my father
into working at the container port.

I lived here too, apparently,
except I don't remember it.

I was only three
when my mother died

and my father came back to France.

Did Daniel come with you?
No.

He's 13 years older than me.
His life was here.

But twice a year, he came over...

and was such a great big brother.

He was a wild boy,

always full of ideas and schemes.

Very funny. Very mischievous.

I adored him...

..and him me.

That's what doesn't make sense
because he loved me, he did,

so why would he let me believe
he was dead?

Cos that's what he did
for five years.

Why do you think
he would do something like that?

That one there.

Look.

Here to see someone at Nanta.
Can I have a name?

Tasha Eden.

Is that E-D-E-N?
Mm-hm.

PHONE BUZZES

There you go.
There's your man from Nanta.

Lee?

Lee! It's me. It's Tasha.

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