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Well, in you get, then.

Come here, let's have a go.

Ready?

Here we go. Let's get in.

♪All we do is hide away

♪All we do is, all we do is hide away

♪All we do is lie and wait

♪All we do is, all we do is lie and wait

♪ I've been upside down

♪ I don't wanna be the right way 'round

♪ Can't find paradise on the ground ♪

Say again,

Why can't Chigwell pick it up or, or Edmondton?

I'm not sure really. Andrews just rang me and told me it was ours.

Hold, hold on one second...

Will you two please be quiet! I'm on a work call...

Oh, work call?

- Yeah, sorry, I... - Listen, listen I know it's late.

For me it was this or Time Team revisited, so, anyway...

- You watched it yesterday. - Give me the remote!

You coming past me?

Mum, it was my birthday.

So what time did it finish?

God knows, 4:00, maybe 5:00?

Oh, God, your neighbours must love you.

- They were the last to leave. - And was Alice there?

Alice and I split.

Oh. Right. Another one I never met.

Not sure you would have liked her anyway so...

Oh, doesn't matter what I think of her, Jase...

I just want you to be happy.

Yeah.

You want another one?

Erm...

Oh, go on then, quick one, then I should shift, Paul's cooking.

Yup, me too, flat's totalled.

I mean, my sister did it, when she split up with Michael, though...

I don't know it's not really my thing.

Well, one in four marriages last year started online.

Yeah, I'm sure, I just don't really fancy ending up

standing in front of some bloke

I've been on three dates with, in my bra and knickers.

Oh, that bit never bothers me.

What, you in your bra and knickers?

- Evening. - Evening, sir, ma'am...

Which way?

Just go over the bridge and down to your right.

Thank you.

Because.

What, because you... You wanna watch EastEnders,

or because you wanna go out, or because you're feeling sick?

I'm always feeling sick, fucktard, on account of the cancer?

Do you have cancer?

Just. Really, what's the point?

Oh, yeah, I know, you do everything you're meant to do,

and you fight with every fibre in your body

and turns out cancer doesn't give a shit.

So, by all means, have that cry and...

...just tell me that you're scared,

and if you like, you can give up, in here as well.

Cos that's not really gonna make any difference.

But, er, please, please, don't stop taking the chemo,

cos in the end, that is all we've got.

Never, ever, become a therapist.

And now please, piss off, before I top myself.

And according to the local council, the river was last dredged in 1994.

- Right. - Obviously that doesn't necessarily mean

this went into the water after then,

the last dredge could have just missed it.

Sorry, to me this, this looks way too preserved

to have been in here for any serious length of time.

Ordinarily, I'd agree.

But there are potentially a couple of unusual factors here.

Firstly, the body was in a sealed case,

meaning very little got in for quite some time, I imagine.

And then, secondly, if the conditions are right,

sometimes a body that's been left in water

undergoes a chemical change called saponification.

Which effectively seals and preserves the body.

So, how old could it be?

Oof. Hard to say, but easily five, ten, twenty years?

- Maybe longer. - Wow.

Male, do you think? Cos that, that looks like a bloke's watch?

Let me get everything back to my lab, we'll get the remains out,

clean them up, and, er, see where we are.

Yeah, call me when you're ready. Thanks, Fran.

Popular picnic spot, apparently.

All the people who've sat here,

the families, lovers, old ladies, eating their egg and cress.

And just a few yards away...

I hate egg and cress.

- Do you? - Mmm.

I don't mind it.

No. What's your sandwich of choice then?

Wouldn't be a sandwich. A crusty white roll,

grated cheese and onion. Nice.

- White bread gives you cancer. - Yeah, that's what they're saying today.

Next week, it'll be the key to everlasting life.

- Hi, Jason. - Oh. Hi, Cath.

Sorry about your party,

I had to work late and by the time I got back, your lights were out so...

Yeah, well, everyone was knackered, so it wasn't a late one.

- Another time maybe. - Yeah. Yeah. That would be nice.

Do you wanna fix a date now or...

Well, let me have a look at my diary and...

- I'll... - Sure. No problem. Night, Cath.

Oh, uh...

- Hiya. - In here.

- Hey, love. - How did it go?

Fine.

What?

Oh, they're all lovely and everything, but...

They're all little old ladies, aren't they?

And you're an old man, old man.

Yes. Well, thanks for that.

- I'm going to head up. - Dad, so, sorry, I didn't mean...

Oh, no, it's all right.

I'm just felling a bit bushed, I'll see you in the morning.

Love you.

How about I get an extra flight to Spain.

Becca wouldn't mind, he's always good company.

Oh, Paul, that is so kind of you.

Oh, come on. Hey.

He'll be okay.

Hmm, he's a cracking lad.

Someone will see that one day, they will.

- Hmm. - Hmm?

On three. One. Two. Three.

Yeah, as I suspected, it is a Blanchard,

you can just see their mark on this rim.

Oh, I never heard of it.

They went out of business in the early nineties,

the seals kept going, which Wasn't brilliant on a diving watch.

Don't they have serial numbers inside?

- Not this model, annoyingly. - Oh.

So, not helpful then, in terms of dating the body.

Maybe we should be concentrating on the suitcase?

Well, there's his watch, although not a premium one,

it still cost the best part of a grand.

So if it goes wrong, you get it fixed.

And any watchmaker fixing a watch,

will leave a little mark on the inside plate.

Now if I can get this off, we might find the date, firstly,

but more importantly, we might find a name.

So, if this watch was fixed, at some point,

you think we could probably identify the watchmaker?

And if you can identify them...

They might be able to tell us who's watch it was.

In mitigation, Your Honour,

I would ask you consider the side of Jordan

that he hides, very successfully,

from any figure of authority he comes into contact with.

And that is the side of this young man,

who spent all the profits accrued from selling the drugs he was arrested for,

on a week at a holiday camp, for his younger brother, Liam.

If I may?

The younger brother who, like Jordan,

was taken into care before he turned six.

The fact is, your honour, what Jordan needs,

in fact, what he desperately wants,

is help with his addiction,

because Jordan is, at heart, a kind and decent young man.

And I would ask that we help him,

show the world what he is truly capable of.

- Laters, bruv. - I sincerely hope not.

- Say hi to Liam for me. - Will do.

See you, Col.

Oh!

Excuse me!

Are you serious? The most important day of our lives.

You nearly gave me a bloody heart attack.

Oh!

What are you worried about, we've got at least...

...fifteen seconds.

Oh, just hold me up a minute.

Daddies!

- Hello! - Hey!

Oh! Hi.

- Hello, my darling girl. - Shall we go home?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

- Are you all right? You ready? - Yeah.

- Yeah? Good. - You all set?

Oh, she's been so excited.

- Bye, Janet. - By, Flo.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

- Goodbye, Janet. - Call us if you need us! Bye, Flo.

Pizza!

Pizza, yes.

- And some vegetables. - And carrot sticks.

- No. - And some fruit?

Smith?

I am afraid so. But we do have an initial.

W. Smith.

12-06-89?

- Yup. - And 04-02-90?

In the absence of a serial number,

this is your best bet of identifying the owner.

So, I've started in January 1990.

- Yeah, good. - And for now I've taken it up to 1995?

Fair enough.

And that brings up only 1.5 million missing persons.

- Oh, please. - Now as we're pretty sure it's male.

That narrows it down to about 750,000.

Still missing after five years?

That narrows it down to 1% of that figure.

Yeah. That's still seven and a half thousand.

Yeah. Sorry.

Yeah, hold fire on that, for now. Thanks, Jake.

Guv!

I think that's it there.

Obviously, there are quite a number of Smiths,

though the initial does narrow it down quite a bit.

I should also say there are many thousands of watch repairers

who don't belong to our guild and we don't keep records of.

Right.

But listen, give me half an hour, I'll see what I can do.

Thank you so much. Oh!

Will you excuse me?

Doctor East, how we doing?

"Come, you spirits, that tend on mortal thoughts,

"unsex me here,

"and fill me from the crown to the toe-top full

"of direst cruelty."

"Unsex me here."

So why is she talking about sex in this scene?

Why, when we might suppose that she has more important things on her mind.

What's more important than sex.

Why is she saying this?

Jaz.

Cos she isn't talking about sex in that way.

She means like gender.

- Very good - But women murder.

- They do. - Like Myra Hindley, Charlize Theron.

No, no.

It's a good point Karim's making.

But like Aileen Wuornos, who I think you're referring to,

like almost all female killers,

when women do kill, they generally kill for a man,

or because of a man.

What Shakespeare is saying here

is that it's not really in their nature to murder.

Two sides, please, for Monday.

"Is lady Macbeth more evil than her husband?"

Did I say you could touch me? Did I say you could touch me now?

So there's some lamb burgers in the freezer,

and they can have them with Spaghetti Hoops and broccoli?

Oh, I think we're covering all the food groups there.

- And I should be back by nine-ish. - Cool.

- You nervous? - No. Terrified.

Ah. You'll be fine. How many do you reckon they're seeing?

Dunno, loads, though.

I thought you said it was in special measures?

Exactly. Who wouldn't want to turn a school like that around?

All right. Teachers are weird.

Says the man who adds up for a living.

Yeah, all right, piss off. Love you.

Yeah. Love you, too. Bye.

- Oh, boy. - Oh, why not?

Well, because I thought we agreed fresh fruit for brekkie

and cos Daddy Colin says "no".

Oh, right. I knew it would end up being, somehow, my fault.

Please, Daddy.

Please, Daddy?

- All right one packet. - Yes!

Look!

No! Yeah, let's not push it, eh, Flo. Come on. Yogurt.

I hope you all die of fucking aids. The kid, too.

So, it is a male, height, approximately 5' 9", 10".

And from the extent of the saponification,

I'd say he was probably a little overweight.

Age wise, I'd estimate somewhere between 30 and 50.

Okay.

- Cause of death. - Wow.

Was in his chest cavity.

I'm guessing, a kitchen knife.

The handle's maybe rotted away

or perhaps even snapped off at the time of entry.

Right.

So, there are blade marks on the fourth and fifth left-side ribs

here and here.

One of which is consistent with a fatal stab wound to the chest.

- To the heart? - Mmm-hmm.

Based on the striations and width of the blade,

it would certainly have penetrated the heart

and the victim would have bled out fairly quickly.

- Okay. - We found nothing else in the suitcase,

but when I was examining the body,

I noticed something a bit odd

about the area directly below the wound, as he was laying.

I had a bit of a dig around, and, erm, well, eventually, I pulled out...

...this.

What is it?

The waxy material is what I told you about, the hydrolysed body fat.

Yeah.

But it's what it's collected around that's interesting.

Jesus.

It says "Andersson," who were a telecoms company.

I'm guessing it was in his shirt pocket,

I think it's the remains of a pager.

I'm sure we brought it.

Hold on I will find it in a second, here we go.

- You all right? - Yeah, just a bit nervous, I think.

- We're gonna be fine. - Will we?

One hundred percent. And in ten weeks' time

she'll be ours, for good.

Trust me, they're not going to revoke the adoption

because we gave her Honey Squares.

Right. Seat belt on, please.

I'll open those for you in one second! Let me just do this.

Ah, there. That's it. Done.

Okay.

Obviously, for your sake, I would have hoped there would have been less.

Trust me, we thought it would be worse.

Er, email the ones that I've marked,

and attach a photo of the watch,

and Oliver's photo of the engraved signature.

I'm going to visit some of the central London ones in person.

Got you.

- No, that's not me. - You sure?

- Absolutely positive. - Okay.

So the email I sent you. Do you recognise that signature?

No? Okay.

No, no, problem. We'll be back in touch, thanks for your time. Bye.

Not to worry.

You have my details if anything changes. Cheers.

Bye-bye.

Okay, thanks for your time.

- Hiya? - In here.

There you go.

Hello, my darlings.

We're having fish fingers again!

We run out of quails eggs and larks tongues.

Nothing wrong with fish fingers,

a fish finger sandwich is one of the finest inventions known to man.

Hear, hear.

Mmm.

- I thought you said 5:00. - That's what she told me.

- Oh, hi, love. - Hi.

- We thought you said 5:00. - No, I said 4:00.

- The party starts at 6:00, so... - Oh, right, 4:00.

- Well it's 4:25. - Marion, don't start.

Well, Tony's just served up. They're still eating.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Tony. Sorry, I did tell Marion 4:00.

- Well, she didn't. - It's not a problem.

Come on, boys, we need to get going, because I want you dressed and showered

by the time everyone arrives.

Do you want me to put it in a doggy bag.

Er, no don't worry, I'll give them a sandwich or something

when we get home, but thank you so much.

- All right. - So I'll see you later

and don't be late.

- Bye boys, we'll see you later. - Bye, Aunty Marion.

- Have you got everything? - Yes, thank you.

I'm going first.

Come on then. Off we go. Jump in the back. Bye.

Bye.

How does she manage to be such an annoying bitch?

I do not know.

- What's that? - What?

Right that was evil.

It's all going in.

No. Erm...

3CX. And that's it.

- 'Kay. - So try "Andersson" first.

See if they can help.

'Kay thanks, Fran.

Hi. Er, I'm, I'm looking for Nathan?

Er, yeah, that's me.

Oh, right, blimey.

Last time I saw you, you'd just wee'd your pants all over my sofa.

- I'm Adam Stuart's mum? - Ah.

Hi, Mrs Stuart, he said you might pop in.

I mean, you were only nine, so, you know, I... I've moved on.

He said you had a pager you wanted me to look at?

- And this was released in... - 1989.

And did this have a...

What's... I don't know... A sim? Or...

No. This is a pager.

SIMs are only in phones,

and only 2G which wasn't launched till '91.

Okay, so, how was any information stored on it?

It's basic data chip built into the pager itself.

And these chips held how much data?

Very little, maybe last 20 messages.

Which were just, were they just numbers or...

Oh, no, it's alpha numeric,

so it could receive messages 29 characters long.

Okay, so, erm, given what I've told you,

and, and where it's been

for the last, I don't know, however many years,

what, what do you think the chances are

that we could pull any data off it?

What we need to do, is source a working version of this model.

- How do we do that? - EBay.

Yeah, then we, de-solder the data chip from this,

solder it in to the working version and...

...see what we get.

But it, it's possible?

It's a microchip made of silicon, anything's possible.

Good to see you, mate, give my best to Emma.

We'll be in touch very soon.

Ms Mahmoud, so sorry to keep you waiting, would you like to come in?

Yes.

- Hi. - Hi.

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Mum

♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

Right, here we go, wish me luck!

Ooh!

Oh, come on, Mum. You can do better than that.

- You can do it! - Come on!

Loads of puff.

What?

No, you're right,

it would be a big leap for me, heading up a school.

But I've headed up a sixth form for five years now,

and so, erm...

I'm confident that I could successfully make the, erm, leap,

sorry, I said "leap" twice,

with the right support

and I would relish the opportunity.

So...

...yeah.

Sorry, hi there.

- Hi. - I just...

I wanted to say...

I wanted to say,

there are gonna be better qualified candidates than me,

better managers, more eloquent speakers, definitely.

But I promise you this,

you will never,

never find a candidate who understands the sorts of kids

you have at Highbrook, better than me.

A woman who left school at sixteen,

who didn't get a single qualification till she was 25.

Who knows what it feels like to be written off.

What it does to you inside.

Which is why I have never written any kid off,

no matter how challenging, in my entire career.

And why, if I got this job,

I would fight with my dying breath,

to make Highbrook the school

that every single kid who comes here, deserves.

And I'd be cheaper, too.

Thanks for your time. Have a good evening.

Oh, I blew a few candles out. Get a life, Elise. Come on.

Which I had expressly asked you not to do

because she had told me she wanted to do it herself.

I cannot seriously believe you are making a fuss about this.

I just wanted her to be centre of attention, for once.

Says the woman who insisted on having the party here.

Well, we could hardly have got 50 people in to your house, could we?

She didn't even want 50 people, Elise.

Oh, please, do not even try and tell me what Mum wants,

you don't even begin to understand what she wants.

Oh, and you do of course, because you're the golden child.

No. I am not the golden child, Marion,

I just didn't piss off for the best part of a decade.

- Oh, here we go. - So the relationship I have with her,

I have earned.

- Who wants a top-up? - No, we're leaving.

- What? - Oh, my God.

I'm sure it's what they both want anyway.

What the hell happened?

I'm so sorry, Tony, you always get caught in the bloody crossfire.

- Right, well say sorry to Joy for me. - I will.

See ya.

Marion.

Marion. Marion, slow down.

If you defend her, if you say one bloody word, I swear.

Look, you didn't even say goodbye.

Oh, Marion, listen.

Was that fun? Are you enjoying yourself?

Hey, what is going on? Having fun?

At this time of night. Come on. It's bed.

Come on. Let's go on up. Argh!

I'll take her. Come on, come to me.

- Good night. - Say night-night.

- Daddy, bye. - Sleep well, love you.

Right monkey, I'll race you. Come on. Go! Go! Go!

What if something goes wrong?

- But what if it doesn't? - But what if it does?

But what if it doesn't?

Come on, you, scootch down.

You're safe now, Flo. Safe with us.

Okay? No one's ever going to take you away.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Love you, sweetheart. - I love you too.

Night, Daddy.

See you in the morning.

Night-night.

- She's asleep now. - She's down?

- Mmm-hmm. - Well done.

Excuse me. Excuse me, sir.

I think that could be my uncle's signature.

- And what did she say? - That she was drunk,

that it was a ten-second snog, that it didn't mean anything.

Well, far be it for me to pass judgement.

- Here we go. - But she's clearly a cow.

Oh, you don't go getting off

with your boyfriend's best mate, do you? It's like some weird porno scenario.

- How would you know? - It's just not normal, is it?

Oh, sorry, I've got to take this.

- Sunny. - Hey.

I think we may have found our watchmaker.

You serious?

Yeah, I spoke to a Patrick Smith earlier.

I spoke to a Patrick Smith earlier,

he thinks that the signature is his Uncle Bill's,

used to run the business.

Well, he's gonna check and I'll speak to him in the morning.

Okay, sounds good.

How do you get on with the pager?

Yeah. We found a second-hand one on eBay,

so we'll know one way or the other tomorrow.

Okay, well, progress.

Yep, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Girls!

What's going on?

- Hey. - Oh, hi, love. How'd it go?

God, no idea.

There's at least ten people going for it, though.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

And the actual interview was a bit of disaster, but then...

Sorry, no offence, Mum, but Jesse might be about to kill Gale.

No.

No way will Jesse kill Gale, not a chance.

- Bye sweetheart. - Bye, Daddy. I love you.

Love you too. Be good!

Colin?

- Hi. - How you doing?

Yeah, fine thanks. How are you?

You don't remember my name do you?

- Er... - No worries. I'm Tyler.

Tyler, Tyler, of course, erm...

You're, you're Milly's dad, is that right?

No, no, no, I'm not a parent here.

Well, not technically, anyway, I'm a stepfather.

- All right, who to? - Flo, I'm her birth mum's partner?

- What... What the hell? - It's okay, look I just wanna talk.

About what? You shouldn't be making contact with me.

- Colin, listen. - No, no, no, no, no.

How the hell did you find out where I... It's mad. I can't talk to you.

Of course you can.

I saw you yesterday. In the supermarket.

- Have you followed us? - I can guess what he said to you

that bloke so, I don't blame you for what you did,

would make me pretty angry, too.

I guess others might not be so sympathetic, though.

What with you being a lawyer and everything.

- What do you want? - Like I said, just a talk.

With the greatest respect,

25 years of this mob is enough for anyone.

Well, I hope it goes without saying, you will be very sorely missed.

But no, in all seriousness, I've loved every single minute of it.

Well, you were always a natural, Tess.

I suspect it's going to be early next year, probably April.

Just let me know as soon as you decide,

and we'll start organising a party.

- Absolutely. - Mmm.

- What we gonna do without you, Tess? - Ah.

All right, T?

- The wonders of eBay. - Hmm.

So, please be prepared for this not to work, at all.

The data chip could be damaged as I remove it,

it could be damaged as I put it in the new pager.

It's okay, I get it.

I'll call you.

Or I can wait?

I'll call you.

Okay.

I don't want to be here.

You know, I have pride, like you.

And I love Flo, you know we both did.

Do.

But if you knew the childhood Sal had had.

Cos she was never taught how you do it you see, be a good mum.

How much do you want?

You know she's been clean for three months now, Col.

- Colin. - Which is the longest time ever.

Which makes it even harder, knowing Flo's in the same city,

just a few miles away,

being brought up by someone else.

And she absolutely knows it's the best for Flo.

How much?

Five thousand. Just to move.

Money for a van and a deposit on a flat, we've seen a place in Hastings.

We're not bad people, Colin,

we just want the same as you, the best for Flo.

I need to think, give me your number, I'll call you.

Have you got...

Yeah, but just remember, Zoe, as hard as this is for you,

I... I actually think sometimes it's harder for them.

You know.

Well, I can't imagine anything worse

than being a parent

and seeing your child in pain

and not being able to do anything about it.

So maybe just need to cut them a little slack, sometimes.

You know.

Cos they're under immense pressure too, aren't they?

Yeah.

Okay. Listen I've gotta go,

but I'll see you on the ward on Friday, okay?

- Bye. - All right. Bye, love.

- Hiya. - Who was that?

Oh, Zoe, the girl with non-Hodgkin's?

Oh, right. She's got your personal number?

How was your morning?

Yeah, great, erm, I got the sash window job?

Great. Listen, I've gotta shift, cos I'm on at 2:00.

- Marion? - Yeah.

Er, do you wanna talk about last night?

I'm really late, love.

See ya.

Here we go.

Three months either side of when the repairs were done.

- Ah, brilliant, thank you. - Good luck.

So, I got Patrick Smith

to dig out the business account statements

for three months either side of the dates the repairs were done.

So, I thought that if I could find payments

that were made on or around the repair dates,

that were made by the same person, the chances are that could be our man.

So I did.

The first one's here.

It was made on the 21 st of June, 1989,

a week or so after the first repair,

a credit card payment made by a Mr D Walker.

Hmm.

And the second one, made on February, the 14th, 1990,

about ten days after the repair,

payment made by a Mr D Walker.

Genius.

And then I checked missing persons.

And here he is. Mr D Walker.

"David Ewan Walker.

"Thirty nine years old.

"Last seen on the 8th of May, 1990.

"Five-nine tall, blue eyes, brown hair.

"Last seen in The Cricketers Public House, Cannon Street, London.

"If you have any information on David's whereabouts,

"please call Winston Hill Police Station

"and help reunite David with his wife,

"and five-year-old son

"who desperately wants his Daddy to come home."

- Hello. - Hello.

We're looking for Tessa Walker?

I'm DCI Cassie Stuart, this is DI Sunil Khan.

I'm Tessa Nixon, I haven't been Walker for eight years.

Right. Can we come in, Mrs Nixon?

- Why? - Can we?

Is this...

Is this David?

Yes, we think so.

Where did you find him?

His remains were found in a river.

- In a river? - The Lea.

So when do you think he died?

Probably not long after he went missing.

How on earth does a body survive 26 years in a river?

I'm a copper myself. I've seen what water does to a body.

How, how...

How do you even start to identify remains from that long ago?

His remains were found in a suitcase.

I assumed that it was suicide. Wasn't it?

We've found pretty good evidence to suggest that David was murdered.

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

That was your husband, Mrs Nixon, he's on his way now.

So, what are the next steps?

We'll need a DNA swab from your son, if that's okay.

To confirm that it is David.

Obviously, we'll be accessing the original files

into his disappearance.

Erm, but in light of these new developments,

when would it be convenient for us to talk further with you?

We could do it here, or at our station?

Well, your nick'll be fine and whenever's good for you.

What about tomorrow? After lunch maybe?

Yeah. Fine.

Thank you.

And, erm, once again, I am so sorry for your loss.

Sixty-three percent of all murder victims

are killed by their partners.

You'll be thinking that, won't you?

I would be.

- We'll see you tomorrow, Tessa. - Yeah.

Well, she looked how you'd expect, didn't she?

Shocked. Upset.

But...

But she'd know how to fake it better than most.

Hmm.

Ah, Nathan.

We have some code, it's binary.

Right! And that's good?

I need to do some work on it, but right now, we have a date.

15th of February, 1990.

And we have words, with lots more to come, I reckon.

- Thank you Nathan. - Night.

And so it begins.

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