All language subtitles for No Offence. S01E01.1080p.WEB-DL.x264-hlshd_track3_[eng]

That's not my memory. What?

I was the only one whose
glass she didn't top up.

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

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

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

So you were?
Were you talking to me?

Er, no, because I was listening

to the other five cabbages
talking shit,

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

Yeah, and five times
in the last month

I've invited you round to mine,
or me to yours,

and five times it's, "Can't, Bob",
"Oh, no, Bob", "Won't, Bob."

What's that about, eh?

SHE CLAPS
Ah, pull up! Next junction.

Where we off?

I'm going home.

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

Seriously.

I'd rather have a wank.

SHE SIGHS

I can radio you
another driver, mate.

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

Drive. Grow up!

You see Lurch?
Get me as close to him

as you can without drawing
attention.

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

Being honest, he's wanted
for attempted murder,

stabbing of that Asian kid
down Fallowfield.

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

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

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

HE LAUGHS

COACH PASSENGERS SING

SIRENS WAIL

(OK.)

ENTRY BUZZER

Hiya.

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

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

And what are you carrying?
You, usually!

# Hush, hush, eye to eye

# You're too shy, shy... #

Guess whose funeral
this got played at!

Dinah, whose funeral was that for?

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

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

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

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

EVERYONE GROANS
Oh, go finger yourself!

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

How long had we been after him?
How long?

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

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

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

credible-sounding information about
an armed robbery.

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

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

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

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

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

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

PHONE RINGS IN BACKGROUND

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

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

till his jeans are dry for
Scarborough.

So I'd get your skates on.

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

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

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

Word about what?
She didn't look cute.

GASPING AND SOBBING

Joy? Di, I can't face it.

This is what I most hate myself for,

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

Deering's called me into her office.

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

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

She's called me in an' all.

Why?

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

From nine opening candidates,

that's an unexpectedly
big badge in my favour!

Big day. Very big day.

Er, how many on the short list?
Two. But seriously! Cheers, girls.

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

So you know what?

Fuck Maclaren.

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

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

I would like to formally withdraw
my application for the position

of sergeant on the grounds...

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

Prospective Sergeant Joy Freers,
pipe down this minute

or I will deselect you personally
and permanently!

What have I just said?

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

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

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

That understood?

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

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

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

Don't get used to that smile.

Well done getting this far.

But it's you that will be
withdrawing.

Secure the blinds
and come and sit here.

Nobody is relishing this.

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

cos she offered to make me
one for silly money.

Otherwise, with the clarity
of the footage,

you could have been anybody.

But you're not, are you, Dinah?

You withdraw on domestic grounds.

Fine.
SHE STUTTERS

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

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

I did not, he tripped. You fled.

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

He was wanted for attempted murder!
Amongst five others.

Yeah, but the only one
without an alibi.

Do it in longhand.

In the style of
a personal letter to me.

Use "Viv", not Inspector.

KNOCK ON DOOR

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

an urgent police matter that
requires your attention.

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

What took 'em?

SQUIRTING

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

I've used the sprays
the wrong way round.

Dinah. Coming? Yeah.

CHEERING

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

CHEERING

HORN HONKS

We're off down
to Bailey Street mortuary.

Someone just in it you would
not believe!

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

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

SIREN WAILS

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

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

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

he jumps up front
for some of that and boom!

Little Chinese lady,
she goes smack into the back

of another vehicle - ambulance,
as it happens.

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

That's Vietnam.

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

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

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

SIREN WAILS

According to his pedigree
stud records,

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

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

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

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

According to her medical records,

she's got a history of gastric
infections

invoked by the ingestion of...

dog semen.
DINAH HEAVES

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

HE LAUGHS AND SNORTS

One for me.

The left clavicle
is crushed to a paste...

Noah.
What?

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

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

I saw a mis-per report
on Deering's desk.

Lads, you need to get me
back to base.

Oh, my God. You got the job!

Oh, my God. It's you.

I know!

SHE GASPS

Sarge! Connie?

There was a Down's Syndrome
girl reported

missing on Wednesday, Jocelyn Wade.

Yeah, they found her messing

with the chocolate fountain
in Thornton's.

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

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

there was a weird little flyer
for a Missing Persons.

Yeah, the other Down's girl.

Where's the report?

There wasn't a report.
When they opened reception

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

It must've been put there last
night,

because it's not rained since.

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

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

Jocelyn drowned.

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

Thanks.

You? I know!

You?

Joy.

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

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

to say about my promotion? Yeah.

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

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

Where did we find the body?

Er, the Down's Syndrome girl?
Accidental drowning.

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

Fallen into the river with
a broken tibula, fibula,

explained why she never made
it back to the bank.

Why?

What if it wasn't accidental?

Who else worked the case?

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

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

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

I was at her birthday party!

Oh, yeah, baby? No.

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

and he's the only person not in it.

Oh, sorry.
TEXT ALERT

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

because none of the others
could be arsed.

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

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

TEXT ALERT

TEXT ALERT

How was Jocelyn Wade
not filed as high priority?

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

She WAS high priority.

Yeah, Joy, you were
the reporting officer.

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

DOOR OPENS

Knock, knock, knock!

I thought this was just for me?

Little sneaky wank, or summat.
HE CHUCKLES

Look, her parents called it off.
And you let them?

Without visual confirmation?

Jocelyn Wade, we're on about.

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

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

This was a storming off after
a ballistic row.

Her parents claimed it was never
actually a Missing Persons.

And she didn't live
with the parents.

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

That's two Down's girls drowned
within six months.

What if this is a hat-trick?

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

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

so we have to start...

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS

Hello?

DOOR SLAMS

TOILET SEAT SLAMS DOWN

HEAVY URINATING
Ooer!

SHE EXHALES

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

# Because all your hope is gone

# And your world around
is crumbling down

# Darling, reach out
Reach ooooout... #

HEAVY URINATING

# Ha! I'll be there

# With a love that
will shelter yo-ou

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

Aw, Jesus!

She touches paperwork
we've got to read.

THEY ALL EXHALE

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

Oh, the lads are working
on the phone number.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

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

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

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

Prepare a sealed briefing room,
please.

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

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

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

both turned up drowned
within ten days of vanishing.

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

if that's her pattern feature.

She's got to have been missing
since last night

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

KNOCK ON DOOR
Ma'am?

So, this call was made

using the last two numbers
of seven and nine.

RECORDING OF CALL: 'Oh, hello.

'I was ringing about
the missing persons flyer.'

'Do you know where she is?'

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

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

'You know, it's weird.

'I often get mistaken for one,
but no,

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

'Yeah, right.
Comet went bust years back.

'Just find her.'

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

Bring Jocelyn Wade's parents in
for aggressive questioning.

She interviews, you assist.

You're taking me
to Cathy Calvert's family

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

It could be a hoax
or a twatting incident.

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

The only patterns
we'll be discussing

will relate to the furnishings.

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

Get an exhumation order.

ON RADIO: Go ahead, ma'am.

I want all officers
on leave recalling.

If they're pulling sickies,

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

then drag them in
and get them up to date.

Hello! Detective Inspector Deering
and DC Kowalska.

LOUD DANCE MUSIC
PLAYS FROM INSIDE

This is taking the piss.

Ow! Ooh.

I thought they were the other shoes.

Oh, hello. It's only us.

And it wer' open.

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

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

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

Who's Cathy?

She was reported missing.
This address.

Catherine Calvert.

Oh. Our Cath?

Do they mean our Cath?

Where are your parents?

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

Alicante.

Do they know she's missing?

Who is? Cathy!

Since when?

SHE SIGHS

Who's got the most recent photo
of Catherine Calvert

of this address,
born 22nd September 1998?

Hmm...no.

Ah. Here we go.

At my dad's wedding.

Yeah. When was that taken?
Saturday before last.

That's why they're
on their honeymoon.

Who are they travelling with?

Uncle Buck and Beryl.
No. Which airline?

Which airline?! easyJet or Ryanair?

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

Didn't I used to cut your hair?

Very well, actually.

Fucking mercy, please.
How did this happen?

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

She's not, though.

'This is you again.'

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

Me?! Yeah.

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

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

Her chromosomes say different. No.

Catherine Calvert,
matching the same description,

was involved in a RTC
we attended recently.

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

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

It was a genuine error.

When you raised the alarm
for three in a row,

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

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

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

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

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

A Catherine Calvert was riding up
front on a double decker

when it did an emergency stop.

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

extensive swelling.

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

If we made the mistake...

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

No. No.

We've seen this before.

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

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

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

This internment order? No.

Declaring martial law? No.

Air surveillance? No.

Stand these people down.

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

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

DOOR OPENS

I hadn't finished. Viv, whoa!

Know when to give up.

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

to have in front of my flock
making unfounded allusions

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

Staniford case.

SHE SCOFFS

What are you bringing
that crap up for?

Despite this pantomime,

you need reminding you're
addressing a senior officer.

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

This is the same case, sir.

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

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

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

This is Jocelyn Wade?

We're deeply sorry for your loss.

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

I understand. She's dead.

Does Mikey understand that,
as Jocelyn's husband,

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

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

Come on, let's go.

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

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

When have I ever planned
your birthday ON your birthday?

If the heat dies down,
you'll find me

with the band in the basement
in whatever state.

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

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

I just came by
for a quick battery charge.

Tide me over for a while.

Can you each tell me
where you were on the day

and time of Jocelyn's disappearance?

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

internal family grievances
or disputes between yourselves

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

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

or demise in any way?

Except we will be asking
those questions separately,

over a period of time
and in fuller context.

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

what was your motivation for
withdrawing

the missing persons report
when, according to our sources,

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

Did she come home?

No.

Did you see her at
her home in Northenden?

No.

Who decided she was no longer
a missing person?

That... That was me.

Are we under suspicion?

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

These are just questions.

Can you give us
your name for the tape?

I'm Mikey. Michael Wade.

Simon, you're wrong, I CAN sing.

I'm sure you can, Mikey.

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

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

It's a hotel.

We only moved to Derbyshire

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

We'd no idea she was the ringleader.

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

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

and it was the police
who said it first -

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

15, 16.

What about her 14th birthday? Oh.

Broken nose, me, collarbone, him.

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

I was having sex.

With who? Gary and Bender.

Um... These are people...

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

No, I'm really good at it.

She made him do inhuman stuff.

She didn't make him. No, Angela.

The idea came from somebody's
head first

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

No. Sex for money?

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

Jocelyn knew loads.

She meant a lot to you, Jocelyn?

She's everything.

Still everything.

MUSIC: You're Beautiful
by James Blunt

Jocelyn Wade,
she was a high-functioning

member of the community,
where she was a prostitute.

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

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

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

All three girls vanished
or were last seen

alive in roughly this area.

As far as we know,

Cathy Calvert shared no social
contacts with the other two -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bus stops close to where
the abduction sites were.

Chop, chop.

Oh, and charm, charm, not coercion.

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

Catherine Calvert. Oh, yes.

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

Three sutures to the bridge
of her nose.

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

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

Nasal septal dressings.

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

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

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

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

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

DC Tanner to DC Kowalska. Come in.

'Spike?'

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

Are you with Ruth?

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

the nearest stop to the
fracture clinic?

'Belvedere Road,
next to the flower stall.'

This is Cathy outside
the hospital on her second visit.

She's trying to get home,

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

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

Now you wait for it.

Wait for it.

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

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

Freeze the numberplate.

Bring it down.

Smaller.

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

I'm authorising force-wide
observations on all

channels for a white transit van.

'VRM, Delta Victor 51,
Alpha Bravo Echo.

'Driver to be apprehended on sight.'

SIRENS WAIL

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

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

Yeah, the grandad
was totally paralytic.

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

and Wythenshawe.
Respect, actually.

Tune me in.

Based on where we found Lucy
and Jocelyn,

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

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

the girls close to where
he drowns them.

That's the main target of the CCTV.

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

Ma'am. We found this.

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

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

Watch the white van.

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

That's him, that's the fucker.

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

CHUCKLING

Both Lucy Cooke and Jocelyn Wade
had traces of iron filings

in their upper respiratory system.

Right, can you get that other map
back up?

Er... Sorry, if you please.

Right, Lucy Cooke was found
in the Irwell here.

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

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

because to the right of the bridge,

it's all new developments
for aluminium.

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

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

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

I know most of that,

because my sister bought a flat
a couple of blocks down

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

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

Right, so that...

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

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

it's looking that way,

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

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

I don't care what they say.

Sometimes you're really
nearly worth every penny.

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

repeat, wasting their time.
Front of warehouse 47120.

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

Armed police!
Armed police, show yourself!

Armed police!
Armed police, show yourself!

Show yourself! Show yourself!

To the floor! Now!

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

Hold your weapons. Heel!

DOG BARKS

Where's the girl?
In the back.

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

Hey!

What you doing? Bog off!

Girl's in there? Yeah.

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

Uncuff him.

Back off out. Back off out.

Stop! Stop the vehicle, now!

Billy! Get out!

Echo-265-November, white van.

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

Open the door!
Open the door!

He's jammed the pedal.

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

He's here somewhere.

There!

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

Come on, move!
Dinah!

SIRENS

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

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

I want every inch of this
scrubland searched.

Oh, my God.

This one does not get away from us.

Oh, my God, Cathy!

Cathy!

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

Hello, sweetheart.

Can you talk?

I need you to talk, Cathy.

Can you say your name? No, no!

Don't fall asleep!

I'm Dinah.

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

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

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

We've got limited CCTV
footage on the docks

because it's still 60% derelict.

Right, listen carefully.
DS Freers will explain

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

Erm...

What you just said in the car.

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

Yeah, most of it was,

until you predicted what Spike's
just confirmed.

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

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

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

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

Target the vagrants, target
the prostitutes, because this guy

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

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

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

OK, get some scran,

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

I'm never not listening.

Oh, Jesus, Ruth.

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

I was only in the water
three minutes!

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

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

What are we supposed to make of you?

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

She was asking for you earlier.
Ditch that.

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

psychiatric assessment.
She asked for me personally?

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

until I personally sign her
discharge forms.

I didn't hear that.

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

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

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

You're a star.

How are you, gorgeous?

Remember me? Dinah.

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

I'm... I'm not.

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

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

They're on their way.

You're looking great.

They've taken the packing out.

Really painful, it...

Said it should have been changed
four days ago.

Cathy...

you were seen climbing
into a van outside the hospital.

I can't even remember leaving
the hospital.

I'm trying, but nothing comes back.

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

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

Did you get her to ask me that?

What have I said?

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

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

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

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

No.

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

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

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

IN POLISH:

Hospital? What for, Mum?

What you doing up?

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

Mum!

We were chasing a perp
and my shoe broke.

I fell in the water, that's it.

Why is she lying, Spike?

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

Did you?
She did.

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

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

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

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

Decent-size boxes.

What happened to the girl?

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

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

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

Hasn't the boss told you?
Oi!

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

Yeah, the flight vouchers
the embassy gave them,

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

I was going to wait till
tomorrow to tell you.

What time did they board that
flight, Spike?

Before we pulled her
out of the water?

Before they knew
whether she was dead or alive?

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

HIS PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

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

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

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

Yeah, date of birth...

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

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

You're going to need it.

Mum, do us a big vodka, yeah?

Oi, mouth!

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

No.
Not a question, Ruth.

Has something happened?

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

And what that means is...

They're not coming, are they?

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

Why can't I just go home anyway?

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

Won't be if I were there.

Cathy...

You don't have to
go into the system.

There's room for you at my house.

Who else lives there?

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

We're a good team.

You're 16 next month.

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

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

we wouldn't take anything off you.

You can take these now
and think about it.

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

Do you need more time to think?

Or do we leave here together?

Take me with you.

Social services are not going to
be happy with this.

So remember what we both just said.

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

Do.

Not.

Move.

Maclaren's taken over
the Cathy Calvert case.

Is he for real? Why?

Because you moved Cathy Calvert
into your spare room.

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

Some mephedrone/ketamine
reboot and something new

they can't yet identify, ma'am.

I want that kitchen closed.

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

DOGS BARK

Oh.

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