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♪ There's a world outside the door ♪ ♪ I don't know it anymore ♪

♪ I'm gonna stay here now ♪

♪ I'm gonna stay here now ♪

♪ Take a breath and say a prayer ♪

♪ Find the strength in my despair ♪

♪ It's not gonna take me down ♪

♪ It's not gonna take me down ♪

♪ I can see clearly now ♪

♪ The rain has gone ♪

♪ I accept all the things that I cannot change ♪

♪ It's gonna be a bright, bright ♪

♪ Sunshiny day ♪

[Wolfe whistling]

[Wolfe laughs]

[upbeat music]

Whoop!

Job lot, eBay!

Who's bad idea was this?

You do know the correlation

between repetitive head injuries

-and early onset Dementia? -That's what training's for.

Here.

I want that fixed upstairs.

If it's not done right, I could break anything.

Again, training.

Couldn't you have found a passion for chess?

The Chess Society are riddled with crabs.

-Ah, be serious, Flick. -Oh, I am!

The stuff they do with their Rooks, pure filth.

It's public domain.

Nobody run boxing past me.

You should just think yourself lucky

that she let me invite you tonight.

You do not need your mom's permission to see me.

No, I just need Maggy to squeeze me into your slot.

Look, Maggy doesn't talk to you like that.

No, that's what it always sounds like.

Which is why you need to be nice to Jeff.

Jeff?

If I ran every hobby past you, pops,

you'd die on your feet.

His company put shed loads of money

into places like this.

He's here, right?

Don't make it weird.

Dad, this is Jeff.

He suggested boxing is a way for me to embrace female rage.

Whoa! Rage and female are her words.

My quotes "Blowing the cobwebs out."

Which is great for 99% of people, don't you think?

Anyway, pleased to finally meet you, Wolfe.

I've heard tons about you.

Ooh, now I know why Flick's right hook's so impressive.

-[phone ringing] -Ugh, excuse me.

Maggy?

[Maggy] I don't know why I'm here?

-Yeah? -But I'm here.

No, no, of course. Hey. Maggy's outside.

Um, I'm on my way down now. Yeah.

There'd be more chance of us spending time together

if I turned up on a slab at this rate.

Well, you've been talked into the right hobby

for speeding the chances of that up.

This is important to her.

Hey, look, give him a break, work's work,

and we know what he does. They're taping it anyway.

-So we can email you a copy. -Fuck off!

Wolfe! Can you believe?

[Maggy] What's your emergency?

Val invited a date!

Jeff's not a date.

Seriously, Wolfe, if that's the only reason you call me out,

I'm taking you back.

I will not watch a daughter that almost died, take impact injuries to the head

because some over-athletic gimp thinks

she's got fucking cobwebs, at her age?

And nobody asked me.

There we go.

Earlier...

Night at Dot's?

[Wolfe] Look, that's where we're off to.

The hell is that?

There's no movement, so it's not a silent rave.

Uh, pull over, but on the bridge.

[Maggy] Wolfe, has it been dumped?

No, there might be someone in it.

Huh?

Get the services, Maggy!

[Maggy] I'm on it.

It's Maggy Chan, from Forensics.

Hang on, let me catch my breath.

We're in RTC, it's a car off a bridge.

Maggy!

I'll send you the exact location.

We'll need USAR, paramedics and, don't hate me, divers. Look, the drivers out. Footprints!

Hey, we don't risk a life to save a life.

It's your own echo, Boss.

Look-see if anyone else needs help.

-Wolfe, I can smell fuel. -Yeah, I could see it.

It's all shifting away from the engine.

Just go.

[Wolfe grunts]

[Wolfe sighs]

Travel well.

[Wolfe sighs]

Listen, I know it seems indecent

to be asking this soon,

but I badly need your help to find out

what piece of shit left you here to die on your own.

[creaking]

[thudding]

[phone ringing]

[Wolfe]Maggy.

Services are en route.

We've got a deceased female in the passenger seat,

teenager, early twenties.What are you seeing over there?

We got footprints, but only down to the river,

but they're erratic. I'm not seeing blood.

Getting dogs?

Well, they're serving away from the water-back under the bridge. - Okay.

[woman] Olivia!

-Stay back! -[woman panting]

Way back, please?

Look, there's nothing to see here, folks.[woman] That's our car! Joseph, that's our--

Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Olivia!

[Maggy] Emergency's on their way.

Did she call you here?

Missed curfew. Three hours. We tracked her phone. We don't know how safe the vehicle is. Please, please.

Claudia? She got out! She's out!

The prints lead us away from the water, thank God.

Can you give me a photo of her

to share with the main services?

-What does he do? -I'm Professor Kinteh,

we're forensic workers from the university.

We just happened to be first on the scene.

All highway patrols should have her picture, sir.

Joseph...

Olivia!

[Joseph] Olivia!

[woman] Olivia!

Olivia!

If you can hear me, just, just yell!

[woman] Olivia!

[Joseph] Olivia!

If you can't yell, use your phone!

[explosion]

And what time did you report the incident?

Um, it was, uh--

It was 8:15 PM when you phoned it in,

9:00 PM, by the time we arrived.

With 45 minutes for you to dive in

to collect forensic evidence while speaking directly

to the victim's family before--

I collected time-sensitive samples.

Only once I knew it was a fatality.

-What citizen wouldn't? -The rest of us, you mad fuck!

You could have blown yourself to shit

when the vehicle went up.

Hey, if you can smell that, blame a teacher.

I'm still here.

Olivia's parents are accusing you of causing the explosion.

Oh, that's just the grief speaking.

Come on, Betsy. What else could I--

How could I have done anything differently?

[beeping]

Are we close to finding

the identity of the missing driver?

Okay, yes. From the footprints that Maggy found,

we have, a size eight, New Balance, 452, well-worn,

the tread was quite bare,

and which happened to match these

from Olivia Turner's social media posted last night.

So just to confirm the two girls,

Olivia Turner and Ella Squires, one 17, the other nearly 18,

but you know, both 17, for the record,

were together before the crash.

Prints on the steering match Ella on IDENT 1.

Previous for shoplifting. We tracked her phone.

Last location was the crash site.

We scoured the crime scene and no sign of it.

Could be off or broke.

She could have it with her,

but if it is, the battery's been removed,

which wouldn't be an accident.

Police have checked Ella's home and college

and talking to friends, parents aren't around.

She lives with her sister. Currently, no sign of her.

You wouldn't run if you weren't guilty of something,

would you?

We don't jump to conclusions there.

[Dominique] I'm just opening my mind to all scenarios.

Yeah, but there's a difference

between hypothesis and catastrophizing,

for the record.

[Dominique scoffs]

All I meant was catastrophizing can split your focus

when primary should be cold, hard evidence.

It's not off the cards, but it's not for here.

Well done, team.

[knocking]

Cassie, thanks for allowing us back.

This is my colleague, Wolfe.

Tea, milk. I went for plain biscuits

instead of choccie, less mess.

There'll be quite lot of intrusion into your house

over the next few days, you shouldn't be out of pocket.

"Whether you think you can, or you think you can't,

you're right."

Is that for me?

Are you're going to be much longer?

DCA Chambers run out of asking the same questions?

Hey, I wouldn't cross her if she were my boss.

Neither would I, but I'm my own boss.

Officer of the Crown. Totally impartial.

We're not police.

Not as nice as Olivia's place.

I haven't been.

Why?

Nobody's looking for Olivia.

If you'd asked me two years ago,

where she be with who, I'd have a list,

I could have told you everything.

Cause there wasn't, being honest,

that much to know.

I wouldn't just have numbers.

I'd have the parents' numbers. Now I'm totally frozen out.

Hey, hey, Cassie.

It's hard enough being a parent when you actually are one.

How is anybody supposed to keep them safe?

You'd have still been working all that out for yourself

and you had to take Ella on?

Ella's a good driver.

'S got a garage off the I-Street.

She's been open now for years.

The only reason El would have been driving Liv's car

is if Liv was too pissed to drive herself.

And if Liv was pissed, it's bang on our Ella was, too.

Cause of death, it's cranial blunt force injury.

Was the airbag disabled?

Neither Olivia or Ella had their seatbelts on.

So the air bags didn't go off. Ella got lucky.

Even if she was worried a belt or had hit the bag,

the branch ruptured her abdominal aorta.

-She'd have bled out sharpish. -[tray clangs]

If Maggy's scribbling everything down,

what's the point in the report?

Your reports are great, Maxine. We have no complaints.

It's just, headlines will be great for the time we've got.

Except personally, I love detail.

I only include detail that's applicable.

Received.

It's the 50 shades of dead that I could do without.I enjoy them. It brings a pizazz to a morbid read.

Blood work's back.

No traces of alcohol or drugs in her system.

You sure?

No. I'm guessing wildly in the hope of recognition. We bow to your diligence, Maxine.

What time can we expect the full report?

You'll get it when I press send.

Thanks Max. Always a pleasure.

The brake lines have been tampered with.

[camera clicks]

That's why there were no skid marks on the road.

Not because Ella was too intoxicated to brake,

but because she couldn't.

Let's look into everywhere this car has been.

Anyone that's coming to contact with it.

I need to find Ella, guilty or not. She's scared.

They leave college just before five

and head straight to the chippy.

Traffic cameras see them

heading towards the Peak District,

but lose them at seven

when they head down lesser used country roads. Photos on Olivia's phone,

put them in the woods for a couple of hours.

There's no one else in those pictures,

no phone calls or messages are sent

and there's nothing more until the crash at nine.

I'm having trouble locating this spot,

the soil samples on the tires are all scorched.

We checked the shoes.

I managed to pull them off while I was in there. Because if these girls have enemies, I want to know who.

Troll their social media comments

for dodgy mates, pervy teachers.

We need to find this cave.

[radio music playing]]

Who says that entomology isn't sexy?

Most can't even spell it.

Good job we got to you before you were char-grilled.

Steve, I get kids being fascinated with bugs.

What stuck?

Yeah, it's simple, really.

See, the soil and the shoes

had traces of the chestnut gall wasp.

So an hour of cross-referencing chestnut trees.

And the list of known caves in the area, andvoila !

Here you go.

[camera clicks]

Brake fluid. Secure the area,

whoever cut the brakes, their DNA's here.

Somewhere.

Oh, boss... Ow.

Boss.

[indistinct chatter]

[crows cawing]

[Wolfe panting]

Ambulance. Now.

She's here. I need help.

[camera clicking]

Stare much?

Um, yeah, sorry.

It's just blood makes me feel a bit, you know.

Wrong job, mate.

Yes, well not other people's obviously.

[Dominique chuckles]

Brave boy. You ready for this?

Well it depends. Are you going to be gentle?

[Dominique chuckles]

-Ready? -Mm-mm.

[loud bang]

Jesus!

-Aw, look how good that looks. -[camera clicking]

Wolfe's gonna be buzzing. Ah...

No chance, mate.

I wouldn't.

It'd be proper unprofessional.

And that's what makes it, her, all the more alluring.

It's nice to have a pretty face to look at for a change.

Oi!

Oh no, you're beautiful.

It's a bit too much dick for me.

Ditto.

This correlates with Ella's injuries,

but the other DNA isn't a match for Liv.

[knocking]

Station called, Ella's awake,

Maxine said you can sit in on the interview

-if you keep your trap shut. -Right.

-[Maggy] I'll fetch the car. -Nope.

You offended enough people today.

Stay here and fix Ella's phone.

Dominique, will you do the honors?

She's only been awake a few hours.

Keep it brief, yeah?

-Was Olivia in pain? -Ella...

Olivia died instantly.

She wouldn't have known what had happened.

I'm really, really, sorry. It was my fault.

Don't say that.

Cross that out your notes, she takes it back.-She did nothing wrong. -It's okay, Cassie.

Ella, your blood work shows that you were sober.

Who was driving? It was my fault.

No, it was the fault of the person

who cut the brakes.

I need some air.

[Betsy] Who did you fight with yesterday at the cave, Ella?

-Before the crash? -Nobody.

Somebody tried to kill you.

With your help and your honesty

DCI Chambers here can put this person in prison for years.

How long is the sentence like, you know, for what happened?

A premeditated murder carries a long term.

Come on, who gave you the makeover?

McKenzie Drayton. We go college together.

Can you tell us how you got those injuries, MacKenzie?

Hold on, hold on. No offense, but in this climate,

can you say your names clearly for the video?

-Am I a suspect? -You're a person of interest.

That's your loophole for harassment?

We can do this at the station

with a lawyer present if you'd rather.

Don't need to make such a big deal about it,

ask you questions, then.

This was self-defense.

Were you friends with Ella and Olivia?

With Liv, before she became besties with Ella.

What did you feel about their friendship?

I don't like Ella,

she's a yes person and yes people are fake.

Or maybe she was lonely and wanted to be affable?

Don't know. Don't care.

She turned up and Liv wanted nothing more to do with me,

and that felt like a kick in the tits.

You were angry with Ella.

I didn't get these bruises by being affable.

You know, it's pretty screwed up

that Ella wants to press charges about us scrap

-when our friend just died. -She doesn't.

These questions are in relation to Olivia's death.

-It was an accident. -No, it wasn't.

I think it's best to continue this at the station

with a lawyer.

-I've not done anything wrong. -[phone ringing]

Hello?

Where are you?

[party music playing]

[dog barking]

I'm sorry, her mom wasn't answering, and, and--

Flick! Flick, argh! Flick? You hear me?

What'd she take?

Uh, Prosecco and a few cigs. It's no big deal.

Come.

Hello, Daddy. You wanna blow?

The carbon dioxide in bubbly

would just make the hangover worse.

You're better off sticking to spirits or a bottle of red.

Are you going to give me this special cuddle talk next?

Which type of lube's got

the least amount of toxic chemicals in?

That's probably a conversation to have with Mom,

or a verified NHS website.

This isn't a big deal.

You were passed out.

I was having a party nap and a tactical puke.

You were being reckless and disobedient

and attention seeking.

I guess I learned that from you then.

Anyway, all my mates drink.

Your mates started drinking years back.

They've built tolerance.

It's not just about the boozing.

What's boxing all about?

It's tantamount to self-harm

and you're beautiful. I can't stomach watching.

Well that's why you left. Figures.

I thought chemo was the worst part of leukemia.

But your parents treating you like a China doll

for the rest of your life just about trumps it.

Dad! If you're going to start crying

every time I talk about cancer,

we're going to run out of meaningful topics.

I'm going to get pissed. I'm going to smoke weed.

I'm going to take E and dance all night.

I'm going to do all of those things

'cause they're the things I was dreaming of doing

when I was stuck in hospital,

having to read Jacqueline fucking Wilson!

[Wolfe laughing]

[dog barking]

[knocking]

You said you'd ring when you were on your way.

Okay? We are going to save all the big words for tomorrow.

I'm officially your worst hangover. Upstairs, shower. I'll bring water.

Fair dues to Flick.

She had tried ringing, but you weren't picking up.

Well, I'm sorry you had to be the one, Wolfe,

but thanks for being there. I'll make her grateful.

I'm covered in bile and estrogen. May I?

Uh, hmm.

[playing "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven]

[piano tones]

[Wolfe clears throat]

[playing continues]

Oh! Hi, Wolfe. I, uh... legacy of my dad's as a tuner.

I promised Val, seeing as it's a present,

that I'd help her set it up.

Not many tuners I know can play like that.

Ah. [Jeff chuckles]

I did eight months

at the Royal Northern College of Music. They turfed you out with talent like that?

If only for the effort, man, you were robbed.

And could I please apologize for telling you to fuck off?

They turfed me out

for starting a copyright clearance agency

on that time and property.

It was never massive, but it's still running.

Hmm.

Can I get you a drink? Just a small one?

Not one of Val's stash, I brought it with me.

I have to work.

Thanks for bringing her home.

Did you put it in the recovery position?

No. I strung her up by the feet

watching a stomach pump playlist.

Actually, Jeff.

Now that it's up to scratch, I wouldn't mind christening it.

You don't play.

Having time away from Val has taught me three new things,

Russian, or what I thought was Russian,

Mandarin and keyboards.

Hats off to you.

[playing "ABCDEFG" song for kids]

[glass shatering]

Whoa, whoa, Whoa, whoa! Ah!

Fuck. Sorry, I'm sorry man.

It's all right. There's no blood.

And I'm way past their driving limit anyway.

Wolfe!

We'll be taking a phone off her for a week?

Something big, but probably not that.

She drives me up the wall.

You need to see how old she got behind our backs, Wolfe.

She has made a point of making me feel really lonely,

which makes her sound about 50,

but I didn't have the guts to crack that joke.

Oh, you're frozen.

I'll, uh, I'll get back in the--

No, no, no. Here.

Since we're both agree

that neither of us want her turning into me.

-Hmm. -God's sake.

We're staring the answer in the face.

You invite me back.

Wolfe, we had, no, you need to listen, we're not doing this.

I need to get at my keys.

If I move back in. No, you need to listen.

We both do. I move back in,

she has nowhere to go with the attitude

because I would totally upstage her.

What if she upstages you

and I'm stuck between two head the balls?

Think again, Wolfe... a lot. Go home.

Have you ever seen anybody shrink so much

when they take their shoes off? [Wolfe laughs]

I mean, built up heels? Seriously?

[door closes]

♪ Twinkle twinkle little star ♪

[Wolfe sighs]

[beeping]

[beeping]

You haven't clocked off?

I'm just, I'm just retesting some spatter methodology.

While we love results,

they're less precious on fatigue.

[Dominique chuckles]

-That was too close! -You're telling me!

Come on.

[both grunting]

[thudding]

We have to tell Wolfe.

Seriously, Steve. At my expense?

Yours? [Dominique scoffs]

Look, I get that you and Don and Maggy

have this codependent family vibe cooking with Wolfe,

it's cute.

But I came in on the back of you, Steve.

What does that make us look like?

[rattling]

[Joseph] Professor Kinteh, there's a fire!

[rattling continues]

Professor Kinteh, there's a fire!

Why haven't the alarms gone off? I can't smell anything?

Why aren't you answering?

My apologies, Mr. Turner.

Have you seen what she looks like now?

No.

Me neither. I'm not allowed.

Because you destroyed my evidence.

You went down there and fucked around with that car

because you couldn't resist it. Didn't ya?

If you hadn't gone there

there might have been a shred of identification.

"No, no, it's not really her anymore, Mr. Turner,

not really."

Joseph. I'm guessing

you wouldn't have turned up here today without a weapon,

yes?

Save your strength, let me. Lemme help you.

[thud]

I, uh, put the phone up to her mouth

for a count of 120.

There was no respiration, Joseph.

[Joseph crying]

She suffered catastrophic injuries on impact.

After 18 months

everything just started going well.

Better.

What was the turbulence before then?

She went down a hole.

She was being treated for depression.

I'm not ashamed of going private.

I had nowhere else to turn.

And it wasn't us forcing her onto tablets and shit.

She wanted help by then.

Eventually, eventually started working.

Her lights came back on.

Joseph, if Olivia was taking antidepressants

in the last three months,

we'd have found out, we'd have known it.

Her bloods were clean of prescription meds.

I'm so sorry.

[Joseph groans]

Off the meds, off their heads, is it?

-You okay? -No.

What if they meant to go off that bridge?

You know, Olivia stopped taking antidepressants

and we can't link McKenzie to the car, not by a shred.

But Ella with her experience, working in her sister's garage,

she'd have known exactly how to mess the brake lines.

How long have you been thinking like this?

Olivia and Ella made a video.

Wait, look at the next one first.

[Ella] Cassie, it's still me.

Liv's dead, she's dead.

I'm really scared about being here.

Cassie, I don't want to be here.

Get Betsy to meet me at the hospital.

[Wolfe panting]

I hope you're enjoying the view for the right reason.

I would really love it if you just shifted back a bit, Ella.

Okay. Here goes. [Wolfe sighs]

Stay back there.

[Wolfe breathing deeply]

I spent a lot of time on this roof.

[Wolfe chuckles]

Never let my daughter this close to the edge though. Who was the patient?

She was. Sick for a long, long time.

With leukemia.

What happened to her?

She's 15 now. Thank God.

[Wolfe grunts]

[Wolfe sighs]

I had a psychotic episode.

Went doolally.

Spent six months in a lock up ward.

Few more, three month-stints.

-You thought about suicide? -[Wolfe laughs]Oh yeah! One time they were like,

"Get him off the fucking subject."

I mean, get him onto climate change.

Microbes. Who cares?

[knocking]

No, no, no, Fuck off. No, you're not sectioning me!

No, wait, wait, wait, wait. We've no intention.

This is just banter and anecdotes, folks.

Give us a minute to get to the punchlines please.

God.

Whoa!

How, how long have you and Liv been thinking about suicide?

A while.

Only decided to go through with it yesterday?Because?

Because of MacKenzie?

Liv wanted to tell MacKenzie, but she wouldn't get it.

She'd say I was the bad influence.

Even though it was Liv's idea.

She was the one who told me to cut the brakes.

What Liv wanted was that important to you?

The loneliness I felt, before I met her.

I never had to explain a single thing to her.

But suicide wasn't one of your words back then.

Trust me. It doesn't belong to you now either.

I read your postcard,

"Whether you think you can or you think you can't,

you're right."

Do you know whose quote that is?

General Patton. Second World War.

Turn fear into determination, saved a lot of lives.

Actually it was Henry Ford.

But really? [Wolfe laughing]

I would have repeated that in about a dozen lectures.

However, it's the same sentiment.

Olivia stopped taking her medication suddenly,

which could be a fast track to suicidal thoughts.

Just because she took you there,

doesn't mean it's where you belong.

Milk being adolescent, get access to treatment.

I can recommend the best.

Flick's pissed off with me. So is Valerie.

That's why I've been a bit, you know...

Don't blame your own behavior on anyone but yourself.

Thanks, Betsy. I'm doing my best.

No. You actually didn't listen to that sentence, did you?

[train horn]

I'm looking for a pep talk here.

You want a distraction

from going around with your tail between your legs

and apologizing for whatever idiotic thing you've done

or said now.

I just miss them so much.

I know.

But they're not going anywhere.

Unless you keep pushing them away.

Fuck cancer and divorce,

and having a daughter who is smarter than you.

[both laughing]

[Flick clears throat]

Fuck my crazy, overbearing, complicated, understanding,

forgiving parents!

Um, I'm gonna delegate to Maggy a bit more

so we can have more dad-daughter time.

Maybe don't call it that. That sounds creepy.

[both chuckle]

And I'm going to be less of a nuisance to Mom, even though she secretly likes it.

She doesn't.

I'm sorry me getting ill meant you and mom stopped working.

It's not your fault.

You can talk to me, okay? About anything.

Boys, booze, drugs, body dysmorphia.

Cardi B. I promise I won't judge, I'll listen.

I never want you to feel like you have to lie to me, Flick.

Ugh, this is gross. You're all sweaty.

I gotta bounce, Mom's picking me up.

Seeing Jay-jay tonight?

-He's playing five aside. -He's got that many friends?

Dad, for my sake.

Don't run this for Mom when she likes him

and he's making her laugh, she's not the opposite,

which seriously helps me out. Do you understand?

Hmm.

Thanks for the Punch ball. That was so instinctive of you.

[Wolfe grunts]

[Flick chuckles]

[bell rings]

Okay, tongue up for me? Next!

[buzzing]

[indistinct chatter]

What's changed? You look beautiful.

You too.

[Dominique's mom laughs]

It's been a while since you lied, Dominique.

Sorry.

I've got a new job.

It's kept me pretty busy, you know,

in the lab, in Manchester, actually this job...

I dunno why you'd go back. You know, after--

Yeah.

I was thinking about visiting the flat.

Don't do that.

I need to go and pay my respects.

It won't bring him back.

Didn't mean to upset you, mom.

Aww.

[Dominique's mom sighs]

Promise me you won't be relying on the past.

There's just nothing to have.

[indistinct shouting]

Let's put you somewhere nice and warm, huh?

Twinkle twinkle.

♪ Twinkle twinkle little boy ♪

♪ Don't you know I'm not a toy ♪

♪ Are you scared of what you are ♪

♪ Lonely in the bar ♪

♪ Now I take your dog ♪

♪ And I take your cat ♪

♪ I'm trying' to make you realize ♪

♪ Your castle of snow ♪

♪ Is falling apart ♪

♪ You're laughing ♪