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This isn't a joke. It isn't
a pre-retirement wind-up.

It's here in black and white -
bullying and racism.

So what are you going to do,
sack me?

You, with a straight face,
apparently told the entire team

the division was appointing
an alien life-form

- liaison officer.
- Yeah.

Knowing - knowing -
Tekeli would jump at it,

and then neither you
nor Acting Sergeant Shah,

because apparently it was all
his big idea, neither of you

proceeded to make it clear
to him that it was a joke?

What would have been the point
of that?

- As a result of which...
- Everyone else realised

- it was a joke.
- As a result of which...

Presumably you realised it was
a joke when you signed it,

when you put
the application form in,

otherwise it wouldn't have
gone any further.

Did you not realise

- it was a joke?
- It's a formality.

I don't read every bit of paper
that just wants

- a signature.
- Oh, do you not? I do.

- As a result of...
- It had a little

alien face at the top
and "phone home"

written underneath.

- Did the penny not drop, Mike?
- As a result of which

he went out
and made a fool of himself

with a member of the public.

- Did he?
- And now he's made a complaint

through this
Inspector Suleyman Toprak

at Wakefield, which makes me
look like I'm not across

what's going on
in my own division!

"Sergeant Cawood
has never liked me" -

never liked me! -
"and takes every opportunity

"to undermine my credibility
with colleagues.

"Acting Sergeant Shah
now seems determined

"to continue this culture,

"and I am no longer prepared
to put up with it."

How old is he?

Inspector Taylor,
location for a phone call?

In my office.

You know, this glib response

is a disappointment coming from
someone like you, Catherine.

Someone like me?

Just t'same as they used to say
in the 1980s about putting

their hands up
female colleagues' skirts.

"Oh, why's she upset?
It was only a bit of fun -

"what's up with her?"

Sorry. Seriously?

You think this is on a par
with sexual harassment?

It's... It's...

It's not dissimilar.

Mike Taylor.

Yeah. Fire away.

They've found a body.

Sure.

OK, will do. Ta-ta.

Looks like it's that misper.

House up Holywell Green.
That's the address.

Yeah, I know the address.

Is it her? Joanna?

Go and secure the scene
till the SIO turns up.

I'll get two patrol units

to meet you there.
We'll deal with this

- later.
- Yeah, we will.

I can't believe you said that.

No uniforms to enter the scene!

Hiya.

You rang.

Tommy Lee Royce
jumped the dock.

- What?
- He escaped.

- He's on his toes...
- What?

...and it's organised,
Catherine.

And, er, Ryan's here.

Ryan?

He knew nothing about it.
He's just as shocked

as anyone.
But he saw these two lads.

There was a fracas
in the foyer,

and then everyone
got distracted

and that seems to be
when he went for it.

He just climbed out the dock,

this huge Perspex screen.

He's like Spider-Man.

Me and some others ran
after him, but he just, like,

vanished into thin air.

Grandad.

What is it?

What?
What are we looking at?

No, there's too much
heat now.

- It's a dumb idea.
- It's a brilliant idea.

30 grand.

We'd be stupid not to.

We've earned it. I've...

I've earned it.

Look, you're getting married
tomorrow. Let's do it after.

No, no, no, no, no.
It'll have gone.

- Get in front of him...
- Somebody will find it.

So we need to get it back now.
Today.

Soon as you get back.

I'll ring you back.

Where are you now?

- At work.
- Right. Well, stay there.

Do not go back to Neil's flat.

He knows that address because,
oh,yeah,

that's where he's been sending
his visiting orders to,

and who's to say he's not going
to make a beeline for it?

And where's Neil?

How did he jump the dock?

Are they not guarded?
Were he not handcuffed?

Clare, I wasn't there.
Ryan was.

Ryan, who you were so
convinced had gone to school.

Ryan?

Where's Neil?

He's at work, as far as I know.

Right. Well, does Tommy Lee
Royce know where he works?

Cos if he does,
he's vulnerable.

He knows I work here.

He came in once years ago.

I think it's unlikely that...

Clare, what's likely

is that he'll try and use
you and Neil to get to Ryan.

Where's Ryan now?

He's with Richard.
Richard went to report on it.

You need to think about finding
somewhere else to live

till they've got the fucking
idiot back in custody.

H-MET will sort us out
a hotel if necessary,

once they've got
the incident room set up.

But you must not go back
to the flat,

not even to fetch stuff.
If you make a list,

H-MET will collect anything
you need for you.

What about you?
He knows where you live.

Yeah. I can't go home either,
Clare.

Ring Neil
and go and sit in a cafe

if you have to
till I sort something out.

I've got to go.

Mike, I've heard.

You hand that scene over
to the patrols

as soon as they get there,

then I want you off the streets
and back here.

Right.

I've been thinking,
if it is organised,

the organised crime unit
will be all over it.

It's organised, all right.

The way Richard's described
what happened.

Well, good. So they'll work
with the manhunt

and they'll have eyes on
Darius Knezevic,

well, already, I would think.

Yeah, it's a nice thought,

but Darius Knezevic'll avoid
the twat-faced bastard

like the plague
if he is behind it.

You need protection.

I'm not scared of him.

Yeah, well, you should be.
I don't want you

going back to your house.

Catherine?

Right.

- Afternoon.
- Afternoon.

I didn't do this.

Nobody's saying that,
Mr Hepworth.

Why am I not allowed
inside my own house, then?

You're distraught.

You've had a shock.
I need you to sit in the car

till the SIO gets here.

We can't risk any
cross-contamination,

- as I've explained.
- Where's the body?

- Someone's done this.
- Garage.

- Is it Joanna?
- Yes!

I'll go and set up the cordons,
then.

She thinks I did it!

Mr Tekeli.

O0ps!

Butterfingers.

Outer cordon, wide as you like,
bit of access for residents.

We'll pull it in when the SIO
gets here. Sledge.

Inner cordon
round the whole house.

I'll need a tent in front of
the garage.

Do not enter.

Esso,scene log.

Tommy Lee Royce has escaped
from Leeds Crown Court.

- Did you know that?
- Chop chop.

You all right, Sarge?

Yeah. Move it. Come on.

Tekeli.

Oh, I can't be arsed.

- Get on with it.
- Could I just say...

- I'd rather you didn't.
- ...with respect...

You know, I'm out of here
Thursday.

Vast blue yonder.

But Shaf, he'll start his first
proper stint as a sergeant

with some puerile complaint
hanging over his head

for bullying, for fuck's sake.
That's the last thing

he's ever been.

And racist? On what planet?

When you started, he looked
after you. You'd never have got

through your first three weeks
without him, you fucking idiot.

You see, you shouldn't even be
able to speak to me like that.

Oh, OK.

Well, I tell you what.

Detective Superintendent
Shepherd's here now,

so why don't you tell him?

Hmm?

Go on.

Hey, sort this cordon out,
come on.

- Sorry.
- Catherine.

You shouldn't be here.

Mary Whitaker
is running the manhunt.

Just heard they've opened up
an incident room in Dewsbury,

and she'll want to talk to you.

You know more about
this mad bastard than anyone.

I'll phone ahead.

Tell them you're on your way
over there now.

Yeah, yeah, and take one of
these with you.

I don't want you on your own,
OK?

- Thank you, sir.
- Go on.

Oh. What do you know
about this? Anything?

Oh, er, dead woman,
Joanna Hepworth.

I arrested her last week

for possession
of controlled drugs.

He reported her - the husband.

She had bruises up her arms.

I offered to put her
in a refuge,

but she wouldn't.
Two little kiddies,

two girls, one in the juniors,
one in the infants.

Do you know their names?

Yeah, it's Poppy and Florence.

What's his name?

Rob.

Hepworth.

He's our Ryan's PE teacher.
He's never liked him.

Rumours that he's having
an affair with a female member

of staff and that he's gay -
take your pick.

All right, well, you go.

I'll send someone over
to get an account off you

as soon as we're
up and running.

I had an inkling
it'd come to this.

Come on, Betty Bhuppal.

You're coming with me.

You did it!

You did it.

Change of plan, buddy.

I've got the police vexed
over a little mix-up in Elland,

and they've got eyes on
my place around the clock,

so I'm going to have to
drop you elsewhere.

It's safe.

There's everything you need.

Food, beer, tobacco,
a game console.

Anything else you need,
just say.

How'd you get out, with police
watching your house?

I hid in the boot
of Mihaela's car.

They don't follow her.
They haven't the resources.

And I didn't want anyone else
to pick you up, yeah?

I wanted mine to be the first
friendly face you see.

Oh, it were hilarious, Darius.

All these patrol cars in Leeds

screaming past me
in t'opposite direction.

Then on foot, some of them,

straight past me, less than,
like, three feet away,

like I were invisible.

You are a fucking genius, man.

There's a bottle of whisky
in one of those bags

if you want
a little celebration.

Is everything sorted?

Sure. Passports -
one for you, one for the boy.

You'll go via Dover.

You'll be hid in a van,
we'll drive it to Brussels.

Then you're going to
fly from there to Malaga.

I'm nervous.

You'll have money,

you'll have a phone.
You'll be fine.

You'll look like
you're lnterrailing.

Then this Felipe guy is going
to meet you in Marbella

and that's you done.

He's going to sort you out
with everything you need.

You and the boy.

I've never been abroad.

You're joking.

Show no fear.

You've come this far.

So I'm going to drop you
at this place and I'm going to

pick you up on Monday.

If you haven't got the boy
by then“.

...you're going to have to
go without him.

I'll have him. I'll have him.

And you'll have sorted out
your little bit of business?

Aye.

What is it?

It's not that policewoman,
is it?

Can you get me a gun?

You go look at the CCTV.
I wouldn't be surprised

if it was them that kicked off
this fight, this distraction.

And if it was them,
then this one...

I saw him in a car when we were
arresting a lad over the death

of that girl in them flats
up in Elland.

I'm fairly 100% sure
it was him.

I recognised him. I must have
arrested him for something

in the dim and distant past.
And if it is him,

then there's something to do
with the Knezevics,

because that's who CID thinks

is behind that business
at the flat.

I know someone
who's working on it.

Which means it is organised,

and Royce may well have access
to a firearm.

But the good news is...

...I took the registration
number.

Little Honda they were driving.

Won't be registered to
the right address,

but it might trigger a couple
of ANPR sites.

You might be able to catch up
with them that way.

So your grandson

texted you these images
at 13.34.

How long does it take to get
a train from Leeds to Halifax?

30 minutes?

I'll drive.

We are not going picking
that fucking money up.

We are.

Out.

It's the third one
from the bottom.

Just knock on, and Surroje
will let you in.

Who?

Fella that lives there.
It's fine.

Anything you need,
he'll sort you out.

- How do I contact you?
- You don't.

Through him.

Surroje. If you need to.

But ideally you don't,
for your own sake.

A week from now,
you'll be in Marbella,

you and your boy,

laughing your socks off,
all right?

But Tommy...

This...

...business
with this policewoman.

I'm gonna be honest,
I don't think it's a good idea.

You're going to get
this new life with your boy.

If you fix that policewoman,
all sorts of shit

is going to kick in, and it
makes me uncomfortable.

I think...

...you should let it go.

We've been really clever
with all this.

You're out.

You do something crazy
like that...

...can't guarantee
what happens.

Yeah, but...

...getting even with this bitch

is as important
as getting to Marbella.

Is it?

Really?

Is it really?

OK.

Well...

So what's the plan?
How are you going to do it?

I'm gonna find her.

I'm gonna follow her.

I'm gonna bide my time.

I'm...gonna look for
an opportunity.

But it'd sure as shit help
if I had a gun.

I don't have guns.

- Yes, you do.
- I use them as and when.

I don't keep them in stock.

So get me one.

No.

We had a deal.

I saw to my side of things.

Beautifully.

To the letter.

All that barefaced shit
about Chris Oxley.

Yeah, so have I.

But this? No.

You knew I had
a bit of business to sort out.

I didn't know that involved
fixing that policewoman.

Right.

Well, this in't good.

All right.

OK.

Well...

...you do what you have to do.

I'm advising you not to.

I'm asking you not to.

But I'm not going to fall out
with you, Tommy.

You do what you have to do.
But there's no guns.

I need some cash.

Surroje will give you cash.
I don't carry it.

Thanks, buddy.

No problem, Tommy.

Monday, yeah?

I'll be ready.

Fuck.

Am I coming in?

Sure.

Darius says I'm stopping here.

Sure.

You want beer?

Tobacco.

Where am I sleeping?

Gore.

Tea.

I need a phone.

I make food.

Yeah. But I need you to get me
a telephone.

Sure.

No.

You get me telephone.

Sure.

You watch telly, take a shower,
eat food.

Tomorrow, telephone.

Have you even got
fucking Wi-Fi?

Yes.

I even got fucking Wi-Fi.

All right, Grandad.

Tomorrow morning.

First thing.

Telephone.

I'm just collecting Neil.

Just now. And then we're going
to Nev's house.

Nev's house?

Yeah, I've just...
I've just rung him,

I've spoken to him,
and he said

we can stay there,

all of us,
for as long as we need to.

What's up with that?

Nothing.

So can you tell Richard

to take Ryan up there,
or do you want me to?

- No, I'll do it.
- Right.

Er, it's just here, love.

I'll see you up there, then,
yeah?

Right.

Right.

Ros is here.

I'll explain to her
what's going on.

I don't think you should go.

Yeah.

On the other hand, it's not
every day a journalist like me

gets a face-to-face with a turn
like Darius Knezevic.

- Yeah. What if he knifes you?
- I'm meeting him

in a public place.
He's not going to knife me.

He's not going to knife me.

Ryan's here.

Something's happened.

We need to be serious.

So by all means, have a drink,
but try not to go crazy, huh?

Tommy Lee Royce
escaped from court

and there's an abduction risk

so I brought him here

until they sort out
a safe house for him.

- A hotel.
- You what?

Why?

It's safe for him here.
Tommy Lee Royce...

...has no reason

to know anything about
this house.

And you're telling me why?

- Because I have to go out.
- How the hell

has he esca...?

What do you mean,
you've got to go out?

Shan't be long. Two hours.

- Oh, you're kidding me.
- It's work.

It's important.

It's on the other side
of Halifax, so...

So you're making me a target

- for your...
- Royce knows nothing

about this house.

I wouldn't leave him here
if I didn't think it was safe.

Right.

I'm off. Shan't be long.

- Can I come with you?
- No.

She's just going to get drunk.

Your granny said
to just sit tight

until they've sorted out
a safe house. All right?

Yeah, and you told her you were
going to stay with me.

It's only Ros.

She's not going to bite you.

Hiya, mate.
Er, I just live up there.

- Is that all right?
- OK.

Dad!

Have you seen what's
going on over the road?

- Police everywhere.
- We reckon he's murdered her.

- Who's murdered who?
- And her little girls.

That man.
The fella with the Audi.

He's done her in.

That woman.
That little woman.

How do you know?
The little girls?

We don't. We're just guessing.
But it's something.

Something's going on.
The number of police there are.

How long have they been there?

No idea. We got in
just after half past three

and it was all cordoned off,
and it's just got busier.

Oh, my God, oh, my God,
oh, my God.

- What?
- That's a hearse.

That black van is a hearse.

One of them private hearses
are just going in.

One of those
private hearses.

Count how many body bags

- they bring out.
- Eww, gross.

Oh, my God, you ought to tell
them about this morning, Dad.

- Yeah!
- If he goes to prison

his insurance might not
cough up.

Oh, I don't think...

- What insurance?
- Dad had a prang.

I didn't have a prang!
He went into the back of me.

- He did?
- Yeah.

- He did?
- Yeah.

Only because he speeded out
so fast.

- Sped.
- Spud.

When was this?

- This morning.
- It was nothing.

- It was his fault.
- Yeah.

Then he got all shirty Bertie.

- Did he?
- Yeah.

We thought Dad was mincemeat.

You should
tell the police that.

- Why?
- If he was aggressive.

Why?

Because it might be relevant!

- How?
- If he was angry

or, I don't know, distracted.

No, no, no, no, no.

We're not getting involved.

He was angry because

- he went into the back of me.
- Yeah, because he might have

had a lot more on his mind
than you realise.

Yeah, go on, Dad.
Go tell 'em.

You might find something out.

She could have
finished him off.

Bloody hell, his insurance
definitely won't cough up then.

You wanna come away
from that window.

We're not getting involved
in anything tawdry like that.

If that is what it is.

And you don't know anyway,
you haven't a clue.

SO come on, come away.

Oh, my God.

- Is that a news van?
- Oh, where?

I bet this will be on the news

- tonight.
- Yeah.

There's definitely
something wrong.

You've done what?

- Left him with Ros.
- Well, where are you?

Going to meet Darius Knezevic.

Tonight?

You are kidding me.

He's part of this.

There's no way Darius Knezevic
in't part of this.

Tommy Lee Royce
escaped on a bike.

He came out the back
of that shop in Leeds

just like
Bradley fucking Wiggins

on some £3,000 road bike.

- Oh.
- I've seen the CCTV footage

in the incident room.

Officers on foot
blithely racing past him.

- It's sickening.
- I haven't given him

my real name. All right?

He'll have checked you out
whatever name you gave him.

And if he has, he could know
that you're Ryan's grandad,

and he could use you to help
that bastard get to him.

I think you're paranoid.

Get home, Richard.

I might learn something.

If he has helped the bastard,
I might learn something.

He's more likely to get intel
out of you,

like where Ryan is.

- He won't.
- Richard!

It'll be fine.

Right, tough guy.
You knock yourself out.

Oh, here she is.

How have you gone on?

What's happening with

Joanna Hepworth?
Have they charged him?

I don't know.

Not that I know of.
What are you doing now?

I'm gonna pick Ryan up from
where Richard's dumped him.

Take your radio.
Take your PAVA spray.

Do not go back to your house
under any circumstances.

Hey.

Where's the Waterhouse bar?

It's just down the stairs.
Turn right, then

- through to the next room.
- Thanks.

Oh, you're not Richard Allan,
are you?

I am. Yeah.

We had a message for you

from . . . Darius?

To say sorry,
but he's not going to make it.

He said to get in touch
so you can reschedule.

Does that make sense?

Yeah, that's, er...

Yeah. Thanks.

Thank you.

Now what'?

He's cancelled.

He's not here.

Right. Well, I'd get home
pretty damn fast if I was you

and pray Ryan's still there.

I think that's, er...

The news headlines tonight.

Yeah?

Trying to get hold of our Ryan,

but he's not answering
his phone.

Can you put him on?

- And a convicted murderer...
- Hold on.

...and sex offender escaped
from Greater Leeds

Crown Court this afternoon.

Hang on.

Ryan?

Ryan!

What's going on?

Oh, he must have gone.

Gone?

Well, I locked this door,
and it's unlocked now, so...

Yeah, I don't know.

When I went up to get changed,
he must have gone.

I told him to stay put. I asked
you to keep an eye on him!

Jesus Christ.

- I am not a baby-sitter.
- You're not anything.

You're just a pissed-up,
lightweight,

- empty-headed...
- Right.

- Get out.
- ...noo-noo.

- Where is he?
- You know as much as me.

Do you know how serious
this is?

9675 to Control.

9675, go ahead.

I've arrived at the location.

Ryan isn't here. Nobody seems
to know where he is.

Could everybody
be on the lookout for him?

He's in an Elm Wood Academy
uniform

and a blue puffer jacket.
Last seen at a known address.

This was a highly organised
escape.

Tommy Lee Royce has strong
links to Hebden Bridge

and the surrounding areas,
so I'd like to ask

members of the public
to be on the lookout

and to report any sightings
to the incident room.

It's important not to approach
the suspect,

who we believe
may be dangerous,

but to call the police
immediately.

Shall I switch it off?

If you have any information
about Tommy Lee Royce...

Or do you want to see if it's
on t'local news?

Leave it.

I'd also like to appeal
directly to Tommy Lee Royce...

...to surrender himself

to a police station
or call the incident room,

where Officer...

Ann!

Ann!

Who is it?

Ryan.

Can I come in?

Who have you got with you?

Nobody.

Does Catherine
know where you are?

No-one's taken him.

He's left off his own bat

because he never wanted to be
here in t'first place.

Yeah.

If you're looking for our Ryan,
he's here.

He just turned up
on our doorstep.

False alarm.

- We've found him.
- Where is he?

Pillock. He's at Daniel's.

Is he all right?

No-one else wants me.

I can sleep on the floor
in my sleeping bag.

Get my stuff
from Clare and Neil's.

It won't take up much room.

You're staying at Nev's,
apparently.

- Am I?
- Is he?

Yeah.
He's offered to put you all up.

Oh, right.

But after? Cos she doesn't
want me living at home,

and you've got all this space,
so...can I?

What makes you think you'd be
any more welcome here

than you are at home?

If you're choosing to go
visiting that prick.

I get it's...complicated.

- But he's me dad, so...
- Yeah? Is it?

Shall I uncomplicate it
for you?

Ann.

No, he needs to hear stuff.

Shall I tell you what your dad
did to me?

No.

Oh, do you not want
to hear that?

I know it was an abusive
relationship with me mum.

- I get all that.
- We're not talking

about relationships, Ryan.

He's a psychopath. He's
incapable of relationships.

The only relationship
he's got is with himself

inside his crippled
little head.

What he did to your mum

was no nicer
than what he did to me.

He raped her.

He violated her.

He traumatised her.

He probably said the same
imbecilic, degrading,

humiliating things to her
that he said to me.

He made her feel so wrong
in herself

that ending her life
became a desirable option.

Can you even start to imagine

- what that might feel like?
- Ann...

- He's 16.
- Yeah, well,

he says he loved her,

so it might be
more complicated

- than you think.
- He's a psychopath.

All love means to him
is a weakness in other people

that he can use
to exploit them with.

He forced her
to have sex with him

when all she wanted to do
was go home.

He impregnated her
to humiliate her,

to belittle her,
to degrade her,

to terrify her.

You weren't wanted.

You were very big-time,
seriously not wanted.

You were a head fuck
for everyone concerned.

And that's exactly what
that piece of shit wanted.

Have you any idea
what Catherine did for you?

How massive that was?

Your grandad walked out
cos he couldn't stand it.

He wouldn't speak to her cos
he couldn't stand it either.

And they were all going,

"Oh, put it in care.
Put it up for adoption.

"Let social services have it."

- Ann!
- She wouldn't.

She refused.

She was the only one
big enough, decent enough

to take you on...

...despite what that sub-human,
brain dead moron

did to her daughter.

And now he's using you.

And you're letting him.

He's using you for no other
reason than to upset Catherine,

to twist the knife,
because it amuses him.

He can't help it.

But trust me,

he does not give one shiny,
tiny fuck about you.

He's incapable of it.

All right, fine.

I'll go sleep in a ditch.

Yeah.

Bye.

I'm not surprised
everyone hated me.

Nobody hated you.

It was a situation we just...

None of us knew
how to deal with it.

It in't like
there's a blueprint

for something like that.
You can't...

...look it up and get ten
top tips on how to cope.

I was only 19.

I didn't know the first thing
about anything.

And my dad, he...

He went really weird.

Taking himself off and...

And Mum was off her head.

Was she?

She said some really shitty
things to me.

Did she?

Yeah.

But she didn't mean it.

It was just...a bad time.

And, yeah, when it came to you,
she was adamant.

You know, "It's not his fault.
It's not his fault."

It wasn't my fault.

That's right.

It wasn't your fault.

And I'm sorry that
you've had to hear all this.

And I'm sorry that I wasn't...

...able to be better

and bigger for me mum
at the time.

I went to see him because...

...I wanted to make
my own mind up about him.

Then I didn't tell anyone
because

I knew all this would kick off.

But I...

And I just wanted to work out

what I thought about him

without other people's
opinions.

And what have you concluded?

I just... I feel sad for him.

That he was born like that.

Needing to be so nasty
to people.

Is that your granny?

Hiya.

Right, I'd better get back
to Ann.

Sure.

Right, well, er, phone me if...

...there's anything I can do.

"Ya-ta.

- Ta, love.
- Bye.

Well, that was a bloody silly
thing to do,

going AWOL when you know

everybody's going to be worried
sick about where you are.

He shouldn'ta gone off.
Shouldn't of left me

- with Ros.
- Shouldn't have,

for fuck's sake.

Granny.

What?

I love you.

What's brought that on?

Nothing.

Right.

Come on.

Come on! Come in.

Oh, your lot came
and dropped this off for you

- from your house and the flat.
- Is that my games console?

Yeah. We gave them
a list of stuff

to fetch for us.

You hUHQTY?

Yeah.

And a glass of wine?

No, thanks.

Clare and Neil
are in the sitting room.

Hey.

- All right?
- Are you all right?

Yeah.

You sure?

Do you know anything?
Have they caught him?

No.

They want to talk to us.

- Your lot.
- We're on a list.

Yeah.

Well, you will be.
You visited him.

For some unfathomable
fucking reason.

Nev was talking about
flying us all out to Majorca.

Paying for us flights and
letting us stop in his villa

for a couple of weeks.

Like a little holiday.

Just until they cop him.

You're the last person I'd go
on holiday with, Clare.

You and that moron
you spend your days with.

You and me have got nothing
in common. You bore me.

You have this idiotic,
dependent personality.

You let yourself be talked into
doing something...

...so repugnant...

...and so offensive to me
by him...

I mean, what is he, even?

He's nothing, he's nowt.

He's an empty vessel,
a cipher. But then...

. . .SO are YOU.

So I guess that works.

Just keep an eye on Ryan.
Oh, well,

or not, whatever.
I've done me best for you,

all of you, so, you know,
whatever.

I don't know.

Good luck.

I'm going back to work.

I don't want to be here.

That bastard's still out there

and I'm not just going to sit
on me arse

watching fucking telly.

What have they said?

It's just questions -
over and over and over.

I thought they must have
arrested you

when it got to half past nine.
I wish you'd rung.

Are the girls in bed?

No.

They're in there.

I'm not...

What?

I'm not going to ask you
if you did it.

I didn't...do it.

I've had her parents
on the phone saying all sorts,

and Poppy won't speak to me.

Hiya.

He says the last time

he saw Joanna alive
was Monday morning

when he took her up
a cup of tea in bed.

Did the girls see her
that morning?

The last time either of them
saw her was the night before.

They both separately said
that Daddy

had taken Mummy
a cup of tea the next morning,

but he'd told them
not to disturb her

because she wasn't ready
to get up yet.

What activity was there
on her mobile that night?

None.

Last time she used her phone
were on Saturday.

- Saturday?
- But just to be clear,

this is like the cheapest phone
you can buy.

I mean, she has literally used
it for phone calls and texting.

She's not someone who first
thing she does in the morning

is check her Twitter feed
and her news apps.

The last text she sent were
last Friday, to him,

and the last phone call
she made were on Saturday,

also to him.

Then nothing till Sergeant
Cawood left a voicemail

about her forensic results,

followed by the flurry
of phone calls from him,

Rob, on Monday tea-time,

when he's got back
and found her missing.

We won't get the full report

off the pathologist
till tomorrow.

Postmortem,
well, that's still going on,

but so far it looks like

blunt-force trauma to the head
is the cause of death.

Then SOCO have found evidence
of blood all over the house.

But...

...before we start jumping
to conclusions

about the husband
having done it,

I want to know who was
supplying Joanna with diazepam.

Why did she lie
to Sergeant Cawood

about finding diazepam
behind some toilets in a pub?

- Faisal?
- Hmm?

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Dad?

Ryan?

— Hiya.
— IS it you?

Yeah.

Are you on your own?

Yeah. Where are you?

Where are you?

Nowhere.

You're not telling me.

I can't. Where are you?

I'm all right.

Are you really on your own?

Yes.

You wouldn't lie to me,
would you?

How'd you know my gamer tag?

You told me.

A998 ago.

Do you not remember?

Well, kind of.

Yeah. I memorised it.

You were on t'news.

Was I?

What did they say?

Only that you'd escaped
on a bike and they'd lost you.

What's the latest?

Not to approach you

because you might be armed
and dangerous.

Are you?

I were very pleased to see you
in court.

I didn't know you were
gonna do that.

Yeah.

Is that why you wanted me
there?

Yeah.

To see it?

Yeah.

What do you think?

What are you gonna do?

Were you not impressed, Ryan?

What are you gonna do?

- What's up?
- I'm worried about you.

You don't need to worry
about me.

- What are you gonna do?
- Didn't you think it were...?

Are you armed and dangerous?

I were shitting my'sen.

Till I got out of that back
door and onto that bike,

I were all fingers and thumbs.

And then. . .nothing.

Just floated away.

Gearing on them new bikes
is like poetry.

Police running past me
in t'opposite direction.

And then when I got out past
Bradford, up onto t'tops...

Ah, it just...

...fed my soul.

All that light and oxygen
and air.

What are...?

What are we gonna do?

Well...

...I've got some ideas.

Are you in Halifax?

No matter where I am,

what matters is...

...the future.

Yeah.
So what are we gonna do?

Well...

...what I'd like...

...is for you and me
to spend some time together.

Yeah, but if you're armed
and dangerous,

they're gonna shoot you.

I'm not armed.

And I'm only dangerous
when I have to be.

When people start behaving
like wankers.

So what's t'plan?

Oh, I wish I could see ya.

Well, I'm not allowed out.

Who says?

The police.

- Are you at home?
- No!

I'm not. I'm not allowed
anywhere near home.

- Why?
- Why do you think?

What do they think
I'm gonna do?

Do they think
I'm gonna hurt you?

No. They think you're gonna
abduct me.

Why would they think that?

You visit me. We're mates.

Dunno, but they do.

What are you gonna do?

Look, I've got this chance.

To get abroad.

And if you wanted...

you... you could
come with me.

Yeah, but I can't.

I've got my GCSEs in May.

You don't need those.

Turns out I do.

If I want to get
an apprenticeship,

I have to get me maths
and me English.

Well, I know a fella...

...who can set us up
in Marbella.

House, car,

money, job.

What do you think of that?

Ryan?

- Yeah.
- So...

So do you wanna come wi' me?

Think about it.

But we have to be ready to go
on Monday. All right?

So I know right now...

...you might be thinking

it's mad,
but if you dwell on it,

you might start to see
that it could be...

...an opportunity-

An adventure...

...for us.

Yeah, OK.

OK, you'll do it?

No, no. Yeah,
OK, I'll think about it.

Good.

That's good.

I do love you, you know.

You're all I've got.

You're all I've ever had.

Didn't even know you
for long enough.

Shall we talk like this again
tomorrow?

Yeah.

Think about it.

Think about it.

And we'll talk like this
tomorrow, yeah?