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You all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

They were police officers.

Wake up!

What the hell is that?

It's an arm.

It's somebody's arm.

Yours is the wee girl. You OK about that?

- Yeah, sure. - OK.

The fire must have moved rapidly through from the rear of the vehicle.

Any action?

Just the usual comings and goings, sarge.

Doesn't look like they know anything's amiss.

She was pregnant.

Emma was pregnant.

Take a close look at these teeth.

I'd say it was from some Third World country.

It's pretty primitive dentistry.

I thought the policemen were very interesting.

Do you know what the case they were working on?

I didn't know they were on a case.

Stewart, can you show me your shoes, please?

Can you show me your shoes?

Mrs. Connors?

DS Johnson.

How can I help you?

I want to speak to the person in charge

of the accident, the pileup, the one the other night.

You can speak to me about it. Come through.

I know who caused the crash, the pileup.

Go on.

It was my husband, Nick Connors.

He was driving.

Emma Charleston was his passenger.

He dragged her out of the car and then left her to die.

Is your husband prepared make a statement saying all this?

I don't know, but I'm telling you what happened.

He'd been drinking.

He was with that girl.

He caused the crash.

Is it right she had an arm missing?

News travels fast.

Anything you can tell me?

I was going to ask you the same thing.

Well, I haven't set eyes on her yet.

What's her involvement in the pileup?

I'm not sure there is one.

Oh, come on.

There can't be that many teenage girls in London with an arm missing.

You're obviously aware this is very complex.

There are a number of facts to consider,

a vehicle with faulty brakes, a person who left the scene,

a suicide Artic driver.

Two on-duty police officers.

It's funny how you never mention them.

We're in the middle of an ongoing operation.

Revealing certain facts would jeopardize it.

Really?

You have to accept my word on that.

What's the operation?

I can't tell you.

Were Barrett and Stevens in on it?

You're overstepping the mark.

No, I don't think so.

And when the inquest gets underway,

I'm going to make it very damn clear that a lot of evidence was withheld from us.

Ash Williams, the Artic driver, or what's left of him.

Walked under a lorry?

That's right.

You know why?

Guilt, if I had to guess.

His tachograph showed that he'd had three hours rest in thirty-six.

I did some more work on the mysterious arm.

And?

I think I've got something. I'll show you and Sam.

If it is the girl they pulled out of the river,

she can't have survived very long without medical attention,

a couple of hours at most.

Yeah, I'd go along with that.

But what interested me...

These marks here.

They seem to form a sort of pattern,

which I couldn't make out at first, so I had some ultraviolets done.

And it's the imprint of a trainer.

A trainer?

A running shoe.

I think they could get a match on that.

Excellent.

Well, the police can't ignore that.

So we think the arm was possibly in some machinery

and then stamped on for some bizarre reason?

- That's a possibility. - Why?

Well, moving a body about...

It isn't easy, especially if you're on your own.

Anything can happen in a panic.

Let's get these photos checked out,

see if we can find a match on the trainers.

What were you going to do about the baby?

Does it matter?

Yes, it matters.

It matters to me.

I wanted her to get rid of it.

Well, at least that's consistent.

Karen, I'm worried about you.

I've been to the police.

I told them you were driving.

Good.

Good?

Yeah.

Good.

I couldn't live with it.

I can't live with it.

- Thanks for these. - Cheers.

Oh, Harry, I thought you'd want to know,

the mother of the girl you did the autopsy on...

She died earlier this evening.

OK.

Thanks. Thanks for telling me.

Harry?

I hear you had a talk with the father, Paul Preston, the other day?

Yeah, that's right. I wish I hadn't.

Why?

I think he saw me as some kind of priest-like figure.

Did you manage to speak to Leo about the first PM he did on a a child?

No, don't need to.

I'm cool about it, really.

Maybe if I had one of my own, it might be different,

more poignant.

Have you got kids?

No.

Because you never wanted any?

I wouldn't say that, I would say

it was because circumstances never warranted me having any.

Wish you had now?

I think that's something I prefer to keep to myself.

Sorry, out of order.

Are personal questions your speciality?

No, I didn't mean it to be personal.

I just like knowing.

I want to have a look at it one more time.

Nick Connors made a statement late last night.

He's still subject to inquiries, but...

You didn't have enough to go on?

He came in of his own free will, just told it as it was.

You don't think he caused the crash?

Ah, it's difficult to say.

He said he was distracted for a moment by Emma Charleston.

They'd been arguing.

Next thing he knew, he was ploughing

into the side of the Artic.

Was there anyone else who could have seen what happened?

Yeah, John Brent, the driver of the car transporter.

Well, what does he have to say about it?

He hasn't.

DCI Deacon has an interest in him.

An interest in Brent?

What interest?

Don't know.

But her men tell me he's too shocked to talk,

so I have to wait.

It's the van you wanted to see, isn't it?

Yeah.

Is there any chance you could get forensic evidence

from the back of the van?

I'm looking for a blood match.

Not a chance.

You're more likely to get blood out of a stone.

Whose blood are you after?

The girl we pulled from the Thames.

Good luck.

What a mess.

Excuse me, sorry, Dr. Cunningham, sorry.

I'm sorry to bother you like this.

It's OK.

I just need to talk to you.

I... I need somebody's help.

What about?

They want to take Tara from me.

Tara's not my natural daughter.

And now Kelly's dead, her father wants her back.

Didn't want her before, but he wants her now.

Talk to social services about it. They'll listen to you.

No they won't.

They'll say that the crash was my fault,

and I won't have a leg to stand on.

Look, Tara doesn't want to go back to him, do you?

- No. - Well, she doesn't.

- She wants to stay with me. - I want to stay with Paul.

I'm a doctor. It's not my area.

Yes it is.

Could you say that it's mentally wrong

for a chi... tell them that it's too disturbing for her. Say that.

Paul, you need a psychiatrist for that. I am a pathologist.

Please, please help me.

How long do you reckon she was in the water?

It's impossible to say to any degree of accuracy,

but certainly more than 24 hours.

And the arm?

Do we know if it was hers?

After the post-mortem we'll do an anatomical match.

It won't tell us who she is, though.

Having said that, there's a strong possibility

she isn't British.

You think there's a connection between her

and the guy that was burned in the van?

If she's Albanian, it has to be more than a coincidence.

The result of the marks on that arm.

The professor is doing a PM. Can I leave it with you?

Mind if I take a look?

Up to the boss.

The right arm's been crushed and torn off.

It could have been hit by a ship's propeller.

By the look of the body, it's been in the water

for some time, which has caused the wound to become very soggy.

But there's no obvious water damage from the severed arm,

so she could have died, then lost the arm,

and for some reason, the arm was retrieved having

spent little time in the water.

No, I don't think so.

I think the injury happened ante-mortem rather than post-mortem.

Her organs are very pale. There's been a massive blood loss.

Therefore, we can assume the damage to the arm happened before death.

From her general appearance, I'd say she was in her early teens.

Damage around and inside the vagina

implies she was sexually active.

It's OK.

It'll be OK.

Once we get to Spain, we'll just disappear,

and nobody will find us.

- Spain? - Yeah.

You do want to go, don't you?

I'm not sure.

What happened about that dentistry?

Did you ever get an identification?

Oh yeah.

The man in the van, Afrim Kalikani.

I would say that was an anatomical match, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Well, let's get some DNA samples, just to confirm.

Nobody's going to make the connection.

Can we bank on it?

There's nothing to link this to Stevens or Barrett,

I'll make sure.

- Who found him? - Neighbor.

- How? - Not sure.

DCI Deacon, DS Johnson.

Richard Barrett?

I'm Professor Ryan, the pathologist

dealing with the road traffic accident you were involved in.

Would you mind talking to me?

I'm very sorry to hear about your colleague.

Yeah.

I just wanted to ask you about some bruising on his hands?

Bruising?

Yeah, on his fist?

What about it?

Do you know how it happened?

In the crash, probably.

No, this happened before.

Was he in a fight?

Fight?

Some sort of confrontation, perhaps?

I've changed my mind, I don't want to talk to you.

Well, that's up to you.

But why wouldn't you?

I just don't.

Unless there was something you wanted to hide?

I want to see my boss.

Your boss?

DCI Deacon.

Oh yes, I've met your boss.

Get out.

I need to know what you and Mick Stevens

were involved with.

Nurse?

Nurse!

Jesus.

Do you want to speak to the neighbor?

Yeah.

We'd better get the scientific people in.

A pathologist?

Call Dr. Dalton, see if he's available.

Have you got a minute?

Yeah.

I think it's about time we cleared the air.

You're entitled to your opinion, Leo.

That's all there is.

I believe you were right about Deacon.

She was deliberately trying to polarize us.

I don't know why, but...

But if we're working against each other, the less likely

we're going to find out what she's up to.

You're probably right.

I have found out that not only are Barrett and Stevens police

officers, but Deacon is also their boss.

All I can say is I'm really sorry.

I was totally wrong.

Excuse me.

Dr. Dalton, I've got a Sergeant Johnson on the phone for you.

Thanks, Rosemary.

It's Deacon's man.

Whatever he wants, I'm ahead of the game.

Are we all right?

All right.

This place hasn't been cleaned in weeks.

Any idea who he is?

No.

So it's not connected to the RTO, then?

No.

Suspicious death, so here I am.

Well, I'd say he'd been dead for quite some time.

Matter of days rather than hours.

Possibility that he's been attacked, maybe in a fight.

Lots of bruising beneath the jawline and the eyes.

The nose has been broken.

Bled profusely before he died.

Head wound's deep there.

Has a weapon been found?

No.

Judging by the state of his injuries,

it looks as if might be some kind of a blunt instrument.

You might want a shot of this, though.

Albanian.

Are you still trying to tell me this has got nothing

to do with the pileup?

NEWS REPORTER At the moment,

police have no clue as to the identity of the girl,

and would like to hear from anyone

who may know of somebody who suffered

a recent injury resulting in the loss of the right arm.

Condoms.

Found anything?

Only the reason why he didn't have time to go shopping.

I'll see you at the PM, then.

Eilir Zequiri, Albanian.

See this bruising around his jaw?

He was beaten?

That's what I think.

I'm just thinking of Stevens' fists.

Could have been in a fight with him.

How far away from the flat was the accident?

Five or six miles.

Do you know they could've been fighting about?

Well, the place was being used as a brothel.

Deacon tell you that?

No, that was just obvious.

But it seems to me that Stevens and Barrett were two bent cops,

possibly protecting the two Albanians from the law,

for a fee, I imagine.

And they didn't pay up.

Someone's here who thinks they know who the girl is.

Who is it?

Don't know. She's in the police office.

Do you know her?

Do you know who she is?

My sister, Eva.

My baby sister.

Do you know what happened to her?

I don't know anything.

When did you last see her?

I don't know.

A long time ago.

I need to speak to you.

I have to go.

What's your name?

Why do you want to know?

So I know who I'm talking to.

I don't want to talk to you.

You're not going to talk to the police, either, are you?

I am.

I have told them I will go see them tomorrow.

I'm foreign student.

You're from Albania, aren't you?

Yes.

What are you doing here?

Working.

I have permit.

Are you sure?

I have to go.

Your sister was involved in a brutal accident.

I don't know anything. I don't want to talk to any more police.

I'm not the police.

I don't want to talk to anyone.

Listen to me.

No, please!

Listen for a minute.

If you can remember anything, anything that might be useful,

you give me a call.

That's my private number, OK?

I promise you, I'm not the police.

You and Sam sorted out your problem?

I hope so.

She's not easy.

No, she's not.

But she's good.

I couldn't hope to learn from a better person.

Amazingly focused.

Oh, she's in a league of her own.

I just cut them up and try and work it out.

Yeah, I bet.

The truth is, the only reason

I became a pathologist is because I had this weird fascination

with the nature of existence.

What's your excuse?

Father was a doctor, a surgeon, so going into medicine was taken as given.

A pathologist?

Why not a surgeon like him?

Much more glamorous.

Oh, it's private, this?

He was in a league of his own.

Couldn't have followed him.

Well, I'm surprised he didn't try to guide you in that direction.

Wasn't around when I was making those career decisions.

He died when I was 12.

I told you you'd do it.

Carved out the pumpkin, and...

Sorry, sorry, didn't know you had company.

Excuse me. My son.

Harry?

Harry!

Another bad day?

I think I just got something monumentally wrong.

Is this still to do with that little girl?

The girl's father came to me for help, and...

Did nothing.

What could you have done?

I'm not sure.

So where's the mistake?

Must have been something...

Something I could have said.

There probably was.

Don't worry about it.

Next time, you'll do it differently.

Doesn't seem very satisfying.

Yes?

Yes, that's right.

Hold on a second.

Paul Preston?

How is she?

Knackered.

I'm sorry about this.

Don't... don't worry about it.

I'm glad you rang, believe me.

It would never have worked, running away, not for Tara.

Sometimes you have to try things for you

to know they won't work.

The woman in the car is from social services.

And I told her everything I know on the way down,

and you'll have to fill her in on the rest.

Here, you must be knackered as well.

OK?

Don't look now, mate.

Not long.

Male Caucasian, I'd say somewhere

between his late 20s and early 30s.

Distinguishing features... there's

a tattoo on his upper left arm in the shape of a phoenix.

There's bruising in the middle of his chest

and to the right of the midline.

There's further bruising to the upper chest

and to the upper right arm, indicative

that a struggle has taken place.

There's also bruising beneath the left jaw.

There's an angled wound in the centre of the forehead.

Thanks.

Approximately six centimeters by three and a half.

Can we have a photo of that, please?

Sure.

Exposing the brain and the underlying skull.

Professor Ryan's phone?

OK, and who shall I say is calling?

I'd say that the wound to the forehead

was caused by a blunt object or instrument.

Or possibly the corner of something, a bookcase,

fireplace, table, anything like that.

And it caused a fractured skull and cerebral contusions,

which was the probable cause of death.

A fight which ended in an accident?

That's what it looks like.

Can I have the tweezers please?

When are you going to tell me the connection

between this guy and the girl they fished out of the Thames?

You've been talking with Professor Ryan, haven't you?

She is my colleague.

You keep on talking with her, let's leave it at that.

This is a teenage girl who suffered

a major trauma from which she died

and nobody seems interested.

If she were my daughter, I'd be interested,

and make damn sure you were.

I've just looked at the slides of the vaginal swabs

from the girl we pulled from the Thames.

And?

She had gonorrhea.

A short but eventful life.

She could have been much younger

than I had first thought.

It was her clothes that made me think she was in her teens.

Professor Ryan?

A girl called Nikolla phoned for you earlier on your mobile.

She left a number for you to call her back.

It's on your desk.

Oh, thanks, Rosemary.

No answer.

Try again.

You never know.

Hello?

Nikolla?

Professor Ryan?

Yes, you rang me?

- I - would like to speak to you, please.

Do you want company?

Where's the woman?

I'm taking you to her, don't worry.

What do you mean, don't worry?

Do you know the risk I take?

If you go to the police, then I...

Did the police visit you where you live?

No.

The men are scared of the police.

And he will kill me if I talk with them.

Who'll kill you?

The man who looks after me.

What's his name?

His name is Mehmet.

Mehmet Zequiri.

He is my cousin.

He owns me, him and his brother, Eilir.

Owns you?

They pay my family for me in Albania.

How long has this been going on?

One and a half year ago, they pay $5-$6,000 for me,

so I have to work hard to pay back money.

Did your sister work for Mehmet also?

She was going to, but she had accident.

All right... OK.

She was working for another man in Albania.

Mehmet paid for her like he paid for me,

bring her over here, him and her, and some other girls.

And your sister was injured during the journey?

Took them a long time to get here, days, maybe weeks.

It was getting crazy.

A girl told me afterwards they thought they were going to die.

Very little food, no water.

They were kept in this place where they store things.

Eva couldn't stand it any longer.

She tried to get out.

She was small.

She could have just made it.

But they saw her, and to stop her,

they closed the door on her arm, the big metal door,

closed it, and tore her arm.

They left her to die?

Yes.

Who were these men?

I don't know their names, friends,

relatives of Mehmet and Eilir.

They killed my sister.

I want them punished.

Where do they live?

Where does Mehmet live?

With us in the apartment.

And where's the apartment?

I cannot tell you.

Then we can do nothing.

This will just go on and on.

What am I supposed to do?

Mehmet said she was in hospital.

He said they were looking after her.

They let her die in the back of a van.

Let her die.

She was 13.

Did you work this late in Sheffield?

No.

That's the beauty of having someone to go home to.

Yeah.

But you don't half get a lot more work done this way.

We met with the girl.

And?

As you thought, she's a prostitute.

So was her sister.

And the police are in on it?

I don't know.

That crash wasn't a coincidence.

Somebody must know what really happened.

Well, like who?

I mean, Williams is dead.

Preston is trying to fight for the custody of his kid.

Connors is on a charge.

There's only the guy driving the flatbed.

Well, let's talk to him.

He can't still be too shocked to speak.

We don't know where he is.

Traffic might know.

Someone went round to see him the other day,

but he wasn't in.

I was going to give it another go.

Do you mind if I tag along?

OK by me.

Harry?

How was Nikolla?

Fine.

I dropped her off, and I waited, and guess what?

I know where she lives.

I wasn't too shocked to make a statement.

I made it the day after it happened.

Not to us, you didn't.

I went to the police station.

And this woman talked to me.

DCI Deacon?

I don't think she told me.

But after I said my piece, I couldn't believe why

the police didn't do something.

What did you say?

I told them how it was.

I told them exactly how it happened.

I had a bird's-eye view.

There was a van followed by a BMW, then a Merc,

all traveling in the opposite direction to me.

Suddenly, the BMW pulls out over to my side of the road.

It started to overtake?

That's what I thought.

It was going to be tight.

I started to brake.

You idiot!

And he could have just made it.

He could have passed without hitting anything.

But instead, he rammed straight into the side of the van.

For no reason.

He just plowed into him.

The van just careered up into a lamppost,

and the BMW spun off and came flying

across the road toward me.

I couldn't do anything.

There was nothing I could do.

He went straight into me.

Whoever drove that BMW must have been insane.

You had a visit from Professor Ryan?

What she want?

To know if Mick had been in a fight.

I didn't tell her anything.

Eilir Zequiri's body has surfaced sooner than we'd have liked.

Does that mean I'm going to be charged?

No.

We carry on just the same, no one knows you were there.

And I can't afford to let the investigation get sidetracked.

There's another haul due today.

It might already be here.

We still don't have a location.

Did Zequiri give any hint as to where it might be?

Oh, I can see you're a big man when

it comes to sneaking around little girls, isn't it?

Where's the location!

Tell us where the location is!

We were working on him pretty hard when Zequiri suddenly

went for the door.

If Mick hadn't of grabbed him, he'd have been away.

The operation would have been screwed.

Mike tried to restrain him.

But he couldn't.

He was hitting him, but he wouldn't lay down.

So I grabbed him, threw him across the room.

Kalikani came back to the flat.

We locked the doors.

He obviously needed to speak to Zequiri.

Where's the phone?

Kalikani was calling him on the mobile,

but he couldn't get through.

Because he couldn't get Zequiri he sets off again.

At first, he had no idea we were on to him.

He just seemed to be going nowhere, driving around.

Then we had a loss.

Suddenly, there he was, parked up on the river bank,

struggling with this body.

We virtually fell across him.

He saw our headlights and just panicked.

He must have left the arm in the van.

We knew if he found Mehmet, we were screwed.

So I had to drive him off the road.

Go on.

OK.

You better take it easy.

We're going to keep on digging, get them to lead us to the location.

All right?

Terence Hardy is willing to report Brent's statement,

but he's nervous.

Deacon's got a lot of power.

He wants to be absolutely certain that he's got something concrete.

We should talk to the girl, Nikolla, get the whole story.

Did she ring you again?

No, but Harry got her address.

Guv, subject on the move.

B15 from BC1.

White male, approximately 30 years of age,

leaving suspect premises.

Copy that, copy that.

BC1, he's coming straight towards us.

I'll get another unit to take eyeball.

It's OK, we're clear.

He's heading west towards the main A179.

To all units, subject heading west on the L road.

Take up the eyeball.

What in the hell?

You'd better wait here.

Well, I should come in.

She'll be nervous if she sees someone else.

I'll give you five minutes, then I'm coming after you.

We have a problem.

I read the problem.

Try to intercept.

Guv, they lost Mehmet.

To all units, we have temporary loss

of eyeball of the subject.

BI5 and BI9, move in.

Move in.

To all units, subject sighted.

We have subject sighted.

Subject has returned.

He's entering apartment block.

Repeat, he's entering apartment block.

All right.

Pull out.

What?

Pull out?

Excuse me, I need to speak to the girl.

Leave.

Why?

Are you worried she might say something to me?

Mehmet!

We have a situation.

Where's the backup?

Mehmet, calm down.

Stay there!

Mehmet, calm down!

Go, go, go!

Listen to me, Mehmet.

Listen!

My name is Carol Deacon.

I'm a Detective Chief Inspector with the Metropolitan Police.

Put the bottle down...

I kill you!

And release the girl.

It's over, Mehmet.

I'm not going to let you walk away from here.

Put the bottle...

I kill!

Down!

Get up.

POLICE OFFICER: We need to move in now

and clear the building.

Still getting sorted out, I think.

Let's keep it covered for the time being.

This is what you wanted, isn't it?

Happy now?

Happier now that you can't avoid the fact that Barrett

and Stevens were on the take.

They weren't on the take.

They were in on it.

In on what?

They were a hair's breadth from getting the location of where

the girls are brought in.

It was nothing to do with money, it was about them doing their job.

They killed a man.

It was an accident.

We needed to know when and where the girls were brought in.

Oh, I see.

So this is now established police tactics, is it?

Killing suspects, causing major traffic accidents.

Fall out, not intentional.

Barrett drove Kalikani off the road

to stop him telling Mehmet and his people we were onto them.

And what about the body in the house?

Eilir Zequiri was an animal.

None of those girls are over 16.

Do you know what he made them do?

Shall I tell you?

I know what they do.

I'm a pathologist.

I don't really care what you do.

I'm more concerned that we find out

where the next load of human cargo is.

You should have let us know what was going on.

It would never have come to this.

Maybe, but could you not have interfered?

Innocent people killed, young girls abused?

No, you'd have still got involved.

Hi.

Always been a fitness freak?

It's got nothing to do with fitness.

I'm a martyr to the cause.

What cause?

The anti-pollution lobby.

I'm going to be the first man to die of carbon monoxide poisoning

while cycling to work.

Very noble.

Maybe it's because it's quicker than London transport.

How's the studying?

How?

Well, I'm still trying to get my head round

this fine line I have to tread - involved, not quite, detached, not quite.

Don't think I'll never get it.

Don't think anybody ever gets it.

Just seems a bit crazy.

Well, it is.

What do you expect?

Sanity, that is what I expected.

Scientific sanity.

Sam Ryan?

Neil?

I've had a call.

There are fatalities, I don't know how many.

Can you spare the time?

Sure.

Have you spoken to Deacon?

Yes.

And?

I told her I could find nothing

to link DC Richard Barrett the death of Eilir Zequiri.

And could you?

There was nothing.

Do you want me to take a look?

I'd rather you didn't.

I'd find the same as you.

If they need a second opinion.

Thank you.

I think they're happy with my findings.

Sam Ryan.

Mehmet's last shipment.

He was to collect them the day we arrested him.

Security found them this morning.