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It's Patrick. He did it!

I'm having him. His alibi holds up.
I want to help catch him.

We need you all to be
scared of this guy.

The cat is probably something her
imagination has manufactured

to soften the journey.

SHE SCREAMS

We've all put our neck in a noose
for this kid. There's no going back.

You all right, sir?

She's missing.

RADIO: It's Wednesday 17th September
and you're here with Andy Eden

and the all-new crew, brought to you
in association with Readies.

# I've got some Readies! #

And it's a bit cold out there,
so if you're smart -

and you must be, cos you're
listening to us - stay tucked up

in bed and let us take
care of you for the next two hours.

All right, here's a classic from
the '80s to get us started

and you're here with Andy Eden
and the all-new crew.

# I don't need this pressure on

# I don't need this pressure on

I don't need this pressure on... #

TYRES SQUEAL

Stand back, please,
I'm a police officer.

I didn't get a chance to stop.
He just stepped out and...

I need an ambulance.

Bridge Street.
Pedestrian hit by a car.

Dead on impact. Bloody hell. Bloody
hell! Right, move back to your car.

Bloody nerve of it!
He had no right to do this to me!

Five bloody times this has
happened to me before.

You've run over five people?!
No, on the trains, love.

Driver for 20 years,
I've got post-bleeding-trauma

because of folk like him walking
onto the tracks, the big goodbye.

You're saying he deliberately
stepped in front of your car?

Split second before I...hit him,

and all I see is him
mouthing "sorry"

and then wham.

Sorry! Like that's going to
make it all better.

I know a lot of you have pulled
all-nighters,

you're running on fumes.

But there's that window between
when he grabs them...

and when he kills them.

And it's not much. It's getting
smaller. We're running out of time.

God knows, I don't want to be
thinking about what

Teresa Adamson is going through
right now at his hands.

I've looked through my big book of
inspirational speeches from

Winston Churchill to Glenn Hoddle
and it comes down to this -

we can do this.

We can find her,
we can bring her home.

We have to...

because we're her only hope.

Go make her proud, yeah?

Dinah, I'm going to need you
and Joy to head over to the parents.

Hey, we need a door knocker.

Suicide - Jeffery Braithshaw's
stepped in front of a car.

Cheers(!)

Please don't tell me you're tramping
his remains through the station.

Can we put out a disclaimer,
"No psychics required?"

We've had three phone calls
already this morning.

They're all talking out their arses.
What...what's wrong with your shoes?

SHE SIGHS

Erm, Ma'am,
here's a nice cuppa for you.

Just to pep you up
because of what's happened.

Because of what's happened
with Laurie?

Good night, was it?

Got pissed up,

rolling round the streets,
relieved yourself against a car...

Oh, no, a police car, no less,

and then gave the arresting
officer the verbals -

"Take me down, go ahead.
I effing dare you."

I had a few drinks at band practice.

A few too many.

Way, way too many.

I'm sorry. I'm an embarrassment,
a total disgrace.

I've seen you drunk. Properly drunk.

Bones are rubber,
you're the happiest guy in the room.

Never snap, never snarl,

let alone get gobby with a
police officer, of all people.

Can I not just be
an arsehole for once?

There doesn't have to be a hidden
meaning with everything.

I don't believe you.

I've got a missing girl...

100 things to juggle.
Can't deal with 101.

I'll come back
when you stop spinning me a line.

Come on...

Did you even notice
I was gone last night?

Be gentler, yeah?

Sorry, it's just...

Our Teresa's very tidy,
place for everything.

Everything in its place.

It might be easier
if you wait downstairs.

CLATTERING

Right, face the wall.

Go on, it's a direct order.

Eyes front.

She went on and on about this,
so I told her it was too expensive

and then...

Thought you'd surprise her.

What...?

What did he do to the other girls?

Susan... I need to know.

You don't.

Really.

SUSAN SOBS

He's got her right now and...

I'm standing here and she's...

She's so sweet and silly, he just
wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't...

You couldn't.
She's... I don't understand.

We're doing everything
we can to get her back.

I promise.

I told her to get out there,
enjoy herself.

That she's a person,
not something to be pitied and...

Just go out and be stupid
and normal like everyone else.

I...

SHE SOBS

I hate being a door-knocker.

It feels like I should have
a cloak and scythe.

I've just put the kettle on.

We're sorry to inform you that your
son was killed in a road accident.

He didn't suffer, it was instant.

Biscuits?

Sorry, can you turn it on?

I always forget. World of my own!

So you didn't hear anything
we just said?

No, but I know why you're here.

We're behind on the leccy.

I said to my David and his Mrs,
"If you don't pay up,

"they'll send the boys in blue
round." Is Mrs Braithshaw home?

David's wife?

Maybe better we speak to her first.
She's still in her bed.

She's been poorly.

Hello, Mrs Braithshaw?
Are you decent? It's the police.

Mrs Braithshaw?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Ah, fuck. As cold as ice, mate.

No, I didn't.
I didn't even know she had a diary.

Do you have any idea what these
letters mean?

Does Teresa have a friend
who might know?

Might be able to help us
understand the diary.

Maybe Olivia. Olivia Bacon.
Liberty Close.

Have we got her number somewhere?

Don't worry.
We'll treat it with respect.

She's going to be
so mad we went through her room.

Won't she, Sus?

From a recent kidney operation -
very recent.

Infection, onset of shock,
low blood pressure,

hidden heart condition or any other
wonderful variables.

I'm ruling out this hideous
wallpaper being responsible,

but that's about it.
How about the husband, then?

Did her in and ran off? Oh, such
a morbid imagination, now.

Might have woken up next to the body
or gone downstairs, come back and...

Definitely one for us
lads to look into, though.

"Something rotten in the state
of Primark," as the good bard said.

No hospital would have released her
that soon after major surgery,

not in that state. Never.

Oh... Sorry, she got away from me.

Mrs Braithshaw, we can't be here.

Oh... Come on.

Oh...

Olivia? It's a code.

I showed her how to do it.
How does it work?

It's easy. One letter forward.

And what did Teresa need
a code for, Olivia?

She didn't want her parents to know.

"I have found a prince."

Did Teresa mention having
a boyfriend?

No, but someone was very keen.

And how did they meet?

They haven't but they were going to.

"He says that I'm a clever girl
and that we'll be together forever."

Did she say anything else about him?

She said she was happy.

She wanted a boyfriend.

"Handyman and Princess Teza
forever."

Does that mean anything?

Princess Teza is her nickname.

Connie, could you take Olivia
up for a cup of tea or something?

Are you going to find her?

We're going to try, OK?

Princess Teza with a Z and Handyman
together bring up one search result.

Both got profiles on the same
dating website.

"That special someone where
barriers mean nothing."

Find out who owns that website.

We need full access,
keys to their dirty little kingdom.

Check and see if there's any
similar sites out there.

Might have multiple profiles.

Like you, in your internet
dating phase.

Which we said we weren't ever going
to speak about again. Ma'am, Ma'am.

Laurie's been asking for you.

Well, unless he's hung himself
by his shoelaces, I'm not interested.

He's not, has he?
He just wants a word.

Well, so does
the rest of the world right now.

Just...brutally honest.
Out of ten, how do I look?

Erm...

Seven and a half?

I like a man who's
unconcerned about promotion.

We are appealing for the public
to be vigilant,

to report anything suspicious.
Someone out there knows this person.

They might not realise it,
but they do,

and their phone call could be the key

to successfully finding
Teresa Adamson.

She is a scared, vulnerable...

Sorry, Jim. Boring you, am I?

No, just...

Breaking news, Viv.

That's Inspector to you,
and this is breaking news, you div.

What did your paper
lead on this morning?

Some Corrie tart
falling out of a nightclub

with her Golden Globes hanging out?
They've found the girl.

Sorry, Inspector.

Viv.

What are you doing to help protect
other girls like Teresa, Inspector?

You're wanted inside, it's urgent.

Right, so the husband saw something
floating in the canal.

He's dived in not realising,
well, that it would always

be too late, and then he found the
need to tweet about it - #deadbody.

That's not sarcasm, by the way.
That's actually happened.

House-to-house, two-mile radius.

Comb back garden hedges, help
the council to have drains checked,

see if the bins have been picked up.

Evidence, evidence.

Did he tweet about it before or
after he called the police?

While he was waiting for them
to arrive.

Brother-in-law's a journo. Word
spread like dysentery in a bedsit.

I can help break it to Cathy
if you like?

Just in case she takes it...
No, better it comes from me.

Might not be a bad idea to hear
it from a sergeant, officially.

I mean, clinical, professional.

She is our star witness. We don't
want her falling apart at the seams.

She's handling this better than
any of us would. Just me.

When I was 19, my mum was still
buying bras and knickers for me.

You OK?

I dunno, do I?

I feel like I want to smash
something...

someone.

It's OK to feel angry.
You shouldn't hold back.

This session with Peep, I'm going
to get her to rip my skull open.

I feel like it's down to me,
isn't it,

to remember his face and all that?

I'm sitting here thinking what I'd
do to this guy if I had the chance.

What about you? Five minutes alone.

What would you do?

SHE SIGHS

I guess I'll just go play, then.

Cathy!

There's been noise complaints,
abuse, all sorts.

We'll take it from here. Thank you.

MUFFLED SHOUTING

Police.

What you doing?!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what's going on here?

He not pay us.
Say the money ran out!

I've paid you yesterday.
Then we stay another day!

Hey, don't!

What's all that about?

You should see the other fella. Why?
Has he got a micro penis as well?

I-it's not mine, it's theirs.

Tak. It's ours. Seriously?

I demand to see top lawyer.
You are bullshit people!

You're very super at your job.

So what did we pull the kid in for?

Says here he paid the hotel
bill in advance.

We're not going to throw
the book at him

for going up a couple of prozzies.

It's Franny Lowry
of the Cinder Block Lowrys.

Honours degree in fucking up
from the university of life.

Currently sleeping off
the mother of all comedowns.

So where does 19-year-old Franny
get the money to

pay for a week in a luxury hotel?

Said he'd been in a fight?
Well, yeah, he said.

He had a massive scar here, recent.
Have you seen Jonah or Taz?

DOOR SLAMS

Um, I-I'm pretty sure
you're not allowed in here.

That body this morning, wife
of the suicide, it had a scar, right?

Operation across the kidney?

Yeah, she's in the autopsy queue,

behind the poor Downs girl,
obviously.

Water's on the fritz at home.

You've got photos of it, right?
The plumbing? The scar.

Er, yeah, they're on file.
I'll show you.

So we've got the hotel, the room
service, TWO ladies of the night.

Comes to about two grand,
which you paid cash in hand.

A lot of loose coins to have jangling
in your pockets, Franny. I won it.

At the bookies? Hmm.

The thing is about a win like that
is we would have heard about it.

MOBILE PHONE ALERTS

Everybody would have heard about it.

Do you know what this is?

No. Nah, it's not yours
but that look just told me volumes.

Jack, I can't believe
I'm going to ask this.

Did you sell your own
kidney for cash, Franny?

You know it's illegal, right,
even it it's your own?

Conspiracy to commit GBH.
Jail sentence, that.

All we need is a name, a number.
Who set it all up?

I told you. I won it at the bookies.

Look, I'm a realist.

I know you're not going to sign
witness statements,

stand up in court. Pipe dream, that.

You're a Lowry and your dad
and brother will have

filled your head about how a real man
keeps his mouth shut.

Does his time without complaining.

But you've never been to
prison before, have you?

Three years, Franny.
Why don't you try talking?

Bring those years down.

Unfortunately, Theresa's autopsy
didn't throw up anything unexpected.

She died the same way
as the other girls,

sexually assaulted then drowned.

No DNA, no traces.

You looking into
this website, though?

Still trying to find the owner.

Er, do you mind?

Would you mind?

It's all right.
I know what I'm doing.

See, hacking into a website is
basically the same

principle as cutting into bodies.

You try to be precise, not cause
too much damage on the way in.

That makes sense.
No, I'm just saying that.

I thought it'd sound good.
Totally different, really.

They think this website's run
out of eastern Europe.

Yeah, I reckon that's
a sch-mokescreen!

What makes you say that?

Because just below
the terms and conditions,

which nobody ever reads, they've
also written, "Come on, the Dale".

Rochdale AFC, right?

36 consecutive seasons in the bottom
division, but we're on the rise now.

Definitely sounds local to me.

Of course, you'll want to check
with the cyber guys it's OK for me

to proceed, dig deeper.

Fuck 'em, that's my motto.
Name and address soon as you can.

I took a loan out with Readies...

You know, they've got
the talking chipmunk?

..and they kept sending me warning
letters - "Pay up, you dick!"

Now, I'm on my fourth and this guy
calls up, offers to help.

He says that if I...

You know, cash in hand,
no questions.

Well, that's all.

Oh, for fuck's sake!
Oh, for fuck's sake!

That's not fair.
I don't know anything else.

Name...

and number.

I don't know what's making me
more nervous,

the fact that if we screw this up,
we don't have a case, don't have

evidence, or that it feels like the
start of the worst blind date ever.

How's Bob doing, by the way?

'How many times this week
you blown him off?'

'I beg your bloody pardon?
You nosey bastard!'

'I've been cancelled on him.'

Back on the clock,
incoming to your right.

'Sarah Wood?'

Hiya, yeah.

So, Franny Lowry gave
you my number?

He shouldn't have.
It's not how I do things.

How do you know him?
My cousin used to go out with him.

Condolences.

HE LAUGHS

Just wondering how we get
from that to this here?

Cos he's got a big mouth...

..and because I'm desperate.

Get a payday loan, tide you over.

'OK, reel him in.
A bit more vulnerability.'

Like I'm ever going to be able
to pay that back.

Jesus, the roof's leaking,
I've got a kid, taken on another.

Every morning I wake up
and it's like someone's choking me.

'Never seen you round here.'

'Born and bred, for my sins.'

Buy me a couple of voddies and coke
and that side'll come out,

believe me.

Look, Franny just said if I needed
cash you were the guy to see.

COUPLE ARGUES

..your cheeky fucking mouth!

'Shit, Dinah, I think
he's clocked me.'

I'm screwed here. Please, I'm...

I'm fucking drowning.

That's it.

How much would you be looking for?

COUPLE ARGUES

WOMAN SCREAMS

Sarah?

You were good. Pretty convincing.

If someone was doing what I think
you're suggesting,

what's the crime, really?

We're talking about people
who are so desperate

they'd sell their own kidneys.

Little bit cramped in here
for a high horse.

Miriam Brazier, remember her?

Found dead in her bed after
botched after care.

Yeah.

LIFT: Doors opening.

You've got nothing.

You've got my wire.

ECHOING: And it's raining.

And it's cold.

And I'm pissed off.

And there's a van, and he's stopping.

And he's saying something.

And there's that cat.

Bloody cat, dressed up.

Bow tie.

Try to look up, try to see his face.

I'm trying.

He's there.

I can see him. He's...

DISTORTED NOISE

SHE GASPS

Fuck!

What's wrong with me?

A hand, a mouth, a cat.
That fucking cat!

It's nothing. You're getting closer.
You're filling in the blanks.

Closer's nothing.

He's going to rape and kill another
girl, and it's my fault, see?

My fucking slow head, my brain!

DOOR OPENS

We always knock. Sorry, ma'am.

Er... Just your husband's
been asking for you again.

He picked the wrong bloody day.

And...

Dinah and Spike are back.

Sting was a bust.

'Course it was. That kind of day.

Here's what's worrying me. I think
this Andrew's doing a hit-and-run.

Two kidney incidents in one week?
Sweeps in, secures the operations,

then he's gone. Vapour. Dust.

Now he knows we've rumbled him.

Because I've blown the cover? No.

You did the right thing
steaming on in, Charlie Bronson.

But he'll be pulling out ASAP.

Mobile was a burner, pay-as-you-go.

No address, and now, out of service.

Hey. You've still got
that Readies connection.

Penny Lowry and Miriam Brazier
both live in Cinder Block, right?

Well, both also have
payday loans with Readies.

And are both on their
fourth warning letter,

which the locals call
the Angry Chipmunk.

But the thing is, Andrew got in touch
with Franny, not the other way round.

So, how did Andrew know
that Franny was in debt?

Let's get a warrant
for the Readies client list.

Cross-reference final warnings
with Cinder Block residents.

See if there's someone else
Andrew's trying to contact.

Do you mind if I do it, ma'am?

It's just, that fucking chipmunk,
it brings out the rage in me.

I need you for a taxi run.
Who's the pick-up?

That self-pitying little shit
Patrick Llewellyn.

Miller grabbed some profile pics
from the dating website.

None of them seem to match
the E-fit, but you never know.

Maybe one of them will ring a bell
for Patrick. On it.

"On it".

Do like me a bit of macho talk.

Viv.

Viv! No.

No, I'm not interested.

You don't even know
what I'm going to say!

Even though you don't realise it,
you need Laurie's support.

By keeping him in the cells,
you're not just punishing him.

You're punishing yourself.

I probably wouldn't have made
it so mushy, though.

Well, you would.
It might have worked.

But we're the jugglers here, and the
circus is only going to get busier.

Stuart and Tegan are en route

to bring in the owner
of the website, Roland Stubbs.

Want me to have a crack
at him for you?

Oh, she reads my mind,
anticipates my moves.

It's like Torvill and Dean
dancing the bloody bolero.

Bit before my time, that one.

SHE SIGHS

You look like a dog
trying to do long division.

Saw the photo my dad sent you.

Oh. Don't know what he was thinking.

No... he was only
responding in kind.

Wait, you sent my dad
photos of yourself?

Why?

Cos he asked.

You've not...? No.

Not yet, anyway.

Can we just focus here?
Cos for all we know,

this website guy could be
the one who killed those girls,

and if he comes lunging at me with
his cock tucked between his legs

and a meat cleaver in his hands,
I'd rather have back-up

that wasn't obsessing
over his dad's sex life.

What?

SHE SIGHS

Why did you start
the website, Roland?

To know if it was other people or...

Me, I was just...

struggling to meet...
you know...

girls.

Turned out it was a total
sausage-fest anyway, and...

Do you know a user called Handyman?

That...

Th-that's what you
want to see me about?

He's the one you think with the...

the girl?

(Fucking hell.)

Roland...

..what did you do?

Roland clocked Handyman straight away
because he was very specific.

Downs only. Right,
Keith's trying to get Handyman

to upgrade to platinum membership.
Handyman won't.

So Roland, annoyed,
thinks about banning him,

but then decides
to mess with him instead.

Creates a fake Downs girl, Patty,

who agrees to meet
Handyman for a date.

September 6th.

The night Cathy was taken.

Right.

The Laughing Dog pub, where
Patty agreed to meet Handyman,

and, just a few streets away...

..Belvedere Road,
where Cathy was abducted.

So, say Handyman goes there. Yeah?

Waits for Patty, who never arrives,
obviously. Well, he's frustrated.

All dressed up, nowhere to go.
Takes a drive. It was raining.

Visibility was low...

Mistakes Cathy for one of his type.

We take control of Patty's profile,
we send Handyman a message,

apologise, ask him
for another chance.

See if we can't
coax this bastard out of

whatever rabbit hole he's hiding in.
KNOCK AT DOOR

Sorry, ma'am. There's been
a hiccup with the Readies warrant.

I'll pretend I didn't
hear that, Joy.

So... You know you filled out
the paperwork for the warrant

and then passed it off to me
to get to the magistrate? Yeah.

I sort of forgot about it.

You forgot about it?
It's been sent off now.

I'm sorry. I've just had a lot
on my plate. I'm really sorry.

Right, then.
Well, clear your bloody plate!

Without that warrant, that whole
organ case is grinding to a halt.

Shit! Viv is going to skin me!

We're never going to get it in time
now... I'm sleeping in my car.

What?

Has... Has something happened
between you and Rosie?

HE SIGHS
No...

Sorry, I...

I made that up.

Up there with "dog ate my homework"
or "big boy did it and ran away".

Jonah! And you won't need
a warrant for the Readies case,

because they won't want
the bad publicity.

They'll hand over the list.
If the other option's

them having their name
splashed all over the papers...

And honestly, what I said
about sleeping in my car,

I don't know where that came from.
I screwed up. That's all.

Right. Call Readies main office,
say what you just said.

Get them to agree access,
because we need their client list.

And, Jonah?

If... If you do need to talk...

Nothing to talk about, ma'am.

ADVERT: # Come get some Readies

# Fast cash for you! #

JINGLE RESTARTS

Want to shut that thing off?!

JINGLE STOPS

Oh, I've got that stupid
chipmunk's voice in my head.

It's technically a squirrel
and not a chipmunk.

They've got him
dancing around in a tree.

It's the squirrels that build
their homes in the branches.

The chipmunks,
they live underground.

'One more to check out.'
Roger, fingers crossed for that.

What's the story with this one?

Alison Carey, 36. Still got
outstanding debts with Readies.

Got her fourth warning
three weeks back.

A fifth warning, they send a guy
in a chipmunk costume round

to break your legs.

BUZZER SOUNDS

Er...no, I've not.
Nobody's been in touch or nothing.

Is your husband around?
Ah, he's away working.

In the building trade.

Away being...?

Germany.

Oh, yeah. I heard a lot of the lads
were going over recently.

They're helping do that new...

Erm... Ausgaben Bank head office.

That's right, yeah.

Then, let me tell you
about this guy.

He finds someone in debt
on the estate, an easy target,

desperate, ready to crumble.

Told you, it's not me.

Ausgaben Bank head office...

Pulled that one out of me arse.

A woman's died.

A few streets over.
Miriam Brazier.

Sold her kidney, then bled to death
internally in her own bed.

That could so easily
be your husband.

Look, I know how you feel. Really?

You know, do you?

Because I have dreams,
proper, real dreams,

about smothering my own kids,
myself,

just so I can be free of all this

for one fucking day
where I am not scared shitless!

Ryan's tried to get a job!

Look, you're not here to help,
you never are.

No, you're right. We're not.

We're here to warn you

that this man doesn't give a shit
about you and your family.

You're numbers in a margin to him.
You're profit.

This is what you're risking.

I thought that photo thingy
really worked.

Or the speech.

Uh, maybe. One...

or the other.

Well, we follow her instead.

Maybe she's worried enough
to go see her husband, or...

Or something else.

You laid it on a bit thick,
you know.

Fucking hell!

Today, all right?

The operation is happening today.

She hates me, doesn't she? Your boss.

I can tell. No, that's just her way.

Short, sharp, to the point.
It's all right.

Don't like her much either.

Anything?

If there's someone here in particular
that you want me to point out,

just say the word.

No. No, Jesus, no!

Just tell us if you think any
of them are the guy you saw.

Honestly, I'm trying, but...

no.

The arresting officer's been
shagging someone else

behind his missus's back.

You blackmailed him into
letting me go, did you?

I persuaded him to
save on paperwork.

HE LAUGHS

People lie to me every day, Laurie.

You get into a kind of mind-set...
There's no need to apologise, love.

Who's apologising? I'm saying
I don't believe you.

I think there's other reasons
why you got out your tree

and went off like that. OK,

I pissed against a police
car because...

I don't like the police. They've
taken my wife away from me

and I don't know how
to talk to her about it.

How have they taken me away? It's
like you're not here any more, Viv.

Maybe that's because here is where
we let a defenceless girl down.

Where the best we could do was have
her dragged out of the cold water.

Not taking that home. Sorry.

No.

Tell you what.

Name ten people whose cars
you want pissing on,

and I'll do it.

Make it 25 and you've got a deal.

Our guy here is going
to take you home.

Listen, don't beat yourself up
about it. You did your best, OK?

Thanks. All right.

Hey, Laurie, you big fanny. Bet
you've got the hangover to end all.

Yeah, and then some for my sins.
You're live on air, caller.

Location of operation confirmed.
Kicking off now, we're heading over.

We've got a big one. Yeah?

I'll see you at home, OK?

Oh, wait in the car, OK?
With the money?

There's no way I still get it, no.

All right, sweep in.
Cover the exits.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Find out who these
lovely people are.

Will do.

Shut it down.

Hold up.

Hold up a moment.

Think we've got a runner!
I'll go round the back.

It's not just a removal.

Got eyes. We thought it was
harvest festival, didn't we?

But it's a recycling bank.
That's the recipient's family.

The NHS won't even put him
on a transplant list.

Low chance of success,
waste of resources.

And if we put a stop to this,
kidney goes for nothing.

Unless the transplant was
in progress when we arrived.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We both
know you're in trouble.

So I'd focus if I were you.
I'd really bloody focus.

Anything? Nothing.

FOOTSTEPS
Wait.

First floor!

Andrew!

You look nice.

Like a proper copper. It suits you.

Oh, and there was me
about to arrest you,

but seeing as you've got
such a sweet mouth...

Look, no matter what you think about
me, I did those people a favour.

Why don't you just let me
bring you in, Andrew? Hang on.

You've seen the state of
places like that, yeah?

If you're born there, your life
expectancy takes a ten year hit

right off the bat. And that's before
someone like you sweeps in

to exploit their situation, right?
There are places in India

where half the village have sold
organs. Half the village - for what?

300 quid a pop.

I pay 2,000.
SHE LAUGHS

And how much do you sell them on for?

Andrew, what's your plan here?

Hoping to lecture us to death?

See, she understands.

She pretends she doesn't, but...

When she was telling me that
whole spiel about the kids,

about how she feels
like she's drowning,

she meant every word.

Didn't you?

You're as desperate as they come.

Joy! Joy!

Ah! Argh! Arrrgh! Get down!

HE SHOUTS AND MOANS

All I did was ask for
a photo of your dad.

Are you going to sulk
like a 12-year-old?

A naked photo of my dad, Tegan.

Who, by the way, uses
women like Kleenex.

Does his business with them,
crumples them up, tosses them aside.

I've seen it all my life. Oh, OK,
so this is real concern for me,

this, isn't it? And not your screwed
up daddy issues? Not concern. Pity.

You did the son, now you're
going to do the father.

Yeah, do you know what? You can
fuck off, an' all. OK, fine by me.

You sure you're all right?
That was some hit.

Look, I'm sorry I froze back there.

No! It was great.
See, that's my job.

If any of you lot freeze,
I have to act,

and I knew that before
but it suddenly all just clicked.

At least until we went through that
glass, and then I was just like...

that was stupid.
SHE LAUGHS

That's Patty ready for
reactivation. Go for it.

And Joy said let there be light,
and there was light.

What happened?

I got overconfident.

Tried petting a wounded animal.

Might want to sit down.

INDISTINCT SHOUTING FROM VIDEO

SHARP YELP FROM VIDEO

SLAPPING NOISES

Surprise!

Drink that while you're
getting ready.

I'm taking you somewhere special
tonight, and no arguments.

Erm, is Cathy home?

Yeah, she's upstairs I think.

HE SIGHS
Dinah.

I saw the video.

You and Dr Peep. She OK?
What do you think?

You're going to have to look
at me sometime, Cathy.

You can't pretend
this didn't happen.

Look, I know you're frustrated.

No, you don't know!
About me, how I feel.

You treat me like I'm some fucking
puzzle to be solved.

I don't. I enjoyed it!
Hitting her. Slapping her.

Knowing she wasn't going
to fight back and...

I'm going to go and stay at Alpha's.

I'm upset, but I'm not throwing
you out! I have to anyway.

Why?

Why do you have to go?

A few months now. Oh, Cathy...

Don't worry. It's Alpha's.

He's over the moon.
He's going to be a great dad.

Enthusiastic twat.

I bet you're kind of
relieved, right?

Not going to be your
responsibility no more.

PHONE BEEPS

Is she leaving? Yeah.

Oh.

You want me to give her a lift?

Erm...

I've been called in to work.

Sorry.

I know. I'm a nightmare.

Same time tomorrow, yeah?

What, when you say you've
cooked me dinner...?

Yeah?

Takeaway is not the same thing.

Listen, I've got to dash.
There's something big going on here.

Well, I'll tell you later.

Now say you love me
and piss off, eh?

Should've had him arrested
months ago. Perfect husband.

Right, so here's the news.
We got hit 20 minutes ago.

Handyman sent a message to Patty.
Oh, what's he been saying?

"Hey, sexy." Pause of 34 seconds.
"Where you been?"

Pause of one minute 40 seconds.

"Usually don't give girls who
stand me up a second chance.

"Might make an exception for you,
if you're lucky."

And did we reply back? Just a smiley.

One of them that's winking and
blowing a kiss at the same time.

Thought it best to start slow,
make him do a bit of work for my
attention. Keep him interested.

COMPUTER PINGS

And apparently he is.

Handyman's tried to make
contact with Miller.

He's agreed to a date!

SHOUTING AND CRASHING

They know where we live.

Going after my wife.
They've gone after Elizabeth.

This is not justice. He should
never have been released.

Whoa, get off me, you mad bitch!

SCREAMING:
Why wasn't I told what he'd done?!

Are you threatening me?

I think so.

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