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Is she on the French or the UK side?

No, she doesn't seem
to be Eurotunnel staff.

The French are sending a crime unit.

The British police will also attend.

Oh! Ow!

Is there something wrong, sir?

You know what's wrong.

It was practically
in the staff bulletin.

Did it hurt?

No, not at the time.

Bonjour.

Bonjour. Bonjour.

Er...

Our forensic teams
are already working. Sure.

She's been placed. The posture.

Yes. And the legs are...

Her head is in France
and she's French,

so it remains a French
investigation.

Steady on, Joan, I'm not
looking for a war over it.

My name is not Joan.

Er, you said the victim's French?

An MP was reported missing
yesterday. We think it is her.

And how do you think the body
was brought here?

We're assuming it must be
a French maintenance car.

One of them is unaccounted for
and the driver is missing.

All right, well, we'll just wait

for confirmation that we're not
needed...

I can confirm that.

From a senior British officer,
and then we'll be on our way.

We'll observe from a distance.

Maybe we can learn something, eh?

All right.

What did they say?
French have it.

We can go and snuggle
under our duvets.

No bloody manners, the French.

They're direct. I quite like that.

I should go and give them
my details.

'Hello?'
This is Stephen Beaumont.

'This is Veronica Moreno.
I've been waiting...'

I had business in France.

'I just... When can I see you?'

I'll meet you in an hour.

Hey, Adam.

Did you catch them? Who?

The bad guys. Not yet.

Does it still hurt?

Yeah.

Mmm.

Did you speak to Adam
about helping out more?

He's asleep.

Are you from the charity?

My friend said you would help us.

They've denied your asylum claim?

My whole family,
they were murdered by...

I'm not the appeal panel. I'm just
establishing the present situation.

I cannot go back to Colombia.

Our charity has a hostel
where you can stay for a short time.

Then we'll consider the options.

Come with me.

Suck you off for a tenner, Stephen!

Tania...

Soup, not smack.

Yeah?

'Am I speaking to Karl Roebuck?'

Yeah.

Elise Wassermann,
French police, we met yesterday.

'Yesterday?'

No, I don't like marmalade.

What is it?

'My wife is talking in her sleep.

'She just said,
"I don't like marmalade."'

Does she like marmalade?

Mmm, well I thought she did.

'That's strange, then.' Mmm.

'I wanted to update you.'

I thought this was your case now.

The lower half of the body
belonged to another woman.

We believe she was British.

'Why?'

A tattoo. With a Union Jack
and the flag of Wales.

And the words, "I love you, Mum."

'So you need to check out missing
Welsh girls with that tattoo.'

Right, I'll call you as soon
as I'm on duty.

Then I need the name of somebody
who can do it now.

Have you ever considered a career
in the diplomatic service?

'No.'

Please call me
as soon as you have any information.

Plenty of 'em.

Hold on.

So, Gemma Kirwan.

Mixed race.

Grangetown, Cardiff.

Reported missing by her mother
seven months ago.

'Please ensure
that your handbrake is on

'and your vehicle
is in first gear or park.

'For your safety and comfort,

'we recommend that you stay
with your vehicle.

'Do not stand or walk between the
vehicles during the crossing.'

I left some food vouchers and a few
other bits to help you get by,

until I find a more permanent
solution for you.

You should read this,

if you want to know about
the mentality of this country.

For my records. I like to remember
the people I help.

That's the deviation.
We're not going there.

That's the deviation.

That's going to the car ferry.
We're not going there.

This is going to...

the car ferry.

Oh, bollocks!

Where are we?

Pardon. Sorry.

All right. Oui, oui, oui. Pardon.

Uh... Capitaine Wassermann?

Ah! Er...

This is... third floor.

She is on first floor.

First floor. OK. Oui.

You have to go down.
Down. Merci beaucoup.

Vous voulez un croissant?

Non, merci. No?

Are you on a diet?

No. No? Good.

Bonjour.

Comment allez-vous?

So, tell me about this missing girl.

Gemma Kirwan, aged 23, disappeared
from Folkestone seven months ago.

I thought she was Welsh.

That's the trouble with people -
they won't stay in one place.

Given her profession,
it's highly likely we've got her

DNA on our database.

And given her profession,
it's also likely

not much effort was made to find her.

Well, they're a transient bunch.

I imagine there's a few
French prostitutes who

haven't been searched for
too carefully either.

Yes, that is probably correct.
Yes...

Ooh!

I'm recovering from an operation.

The snip.

The what?

La vasectomie.

More painful than childbirth,
apparently.

You got kids?

There are enough kids in this world.

I've got five.

Three different mums, though.

A vasectomy was probably
a good idea, then.

Ha!

Don't touch that!
It's not you, is it?

How do you know?

She's smiling, for one thing.

No-one keeps a picture
of themselves on their desk.

You're a twin.

Nice car.

Yes, I like it.

Good.

I suppose we assume he's dumped
the rest of the body elsewhere.

He's taunting us.

Oh, moi aussi.

Who is Alain Joubert?

One of our leading financiers...

and an adviser on austerity
measures to the last government.

He is not popular.

Really? How come?

The crisis made him even richer.

I was joking.

Yes, I got that.

You're not really one
for jokes, are you?

Sometimes.
It depends if they're funny.

The British place
a lot of value on humour.

Sometimes it makes you lose sight
of things that are more important.

That is just my opinion,

I'm not trying to offend you.

No, sure.

I'll bring you up to speed

with my assessment of French
national defects later.

I'd be interested to
hear your views.

Sorry, my French is very poor.

I'm working on it, though.

Did you think there was
something going on

between Marie Villeneuve
and your husband?

No. No, she was attacking him
in her speeches.

Can't this wait until another time?

I insist. Please go inside.

Are you aware that
Marie Villeneuve is missing? No.

Please, I can't do this now.
Please, let me go.

Sit down, please.

Listen. I have to go and see
my husband. He's very stressed.

He might be suicidal. Please.

Please.

I promise I will come
and talk to you.

This is nothing.

I knew Marie from school.

She started using my husband
as a political football,

so I called her to ask her to stop.

I texted, because she
wouldn't answer. Please.

I promise I will come and report
to the police station with a lawyer.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I promise I will call my lawyer
from the car.

Please do, or I'll be in trouble.

I may be already.

You let her go.

Er, yeah.

I don't understand
why you would do that.

No, I think
that's part of the problem.

I am the lead investigator.

Now, listen.

That woman was acutely distressed,
frightened for her husband...

This is a murder investigation.

But she didn't know that. And her
explanation was entirely plausible.

You might find my manner
a little annoying,

too many random jokes,
conversations, whatever...

I didn't say I found it annoying.

But I have been
a policeman for quite a long time,

and I like to think a good one,

and I know when it's an inappropriate
time to question someone

and when it's time to show
a little flexibility.

Wait for me!

How's it all going with
your French counterpart?

Yeah...

Lots of Gallic style?
Understated, yet sexy?

Elise?

Cauliflower ears. Very fat.

Looks a bit like Obelix.

I'll take that as a yes!
Paws off, buster!

Seriously,
she fell in the magic potion,

but instead of giving her strength,
it took away all her social skills.

I was a bad dad to Adam.

You weren't a bad dad,
you just weren't there.

Daddy! Daddy!

Whoa-ho-ho!

Hi, thought I'd hitch a ride
and give you directions.

I have a sat nav.

Ah, tres moderne!

I prefer maps.

Remember, we drive on the left.

We've found the maintenance driver.

Washed up on a beach.

You still sulking? No.

I'm still angry.

Want an arm wrestle? No.

I've been told
I have to work with you.

Let's go to work, then.

You on Twitter or something?

So? What are you writing?

"OMG, guess who I just fucked? LOL."

Yeah. I also said you had
a massive ego and a tiny cock.

Well, the first's true.
The second's a bit harsh.

Smaller than average, maybe,
but, who cares,

if I can still get stupid,
pretty girls

to let me come in their mouths?

Did you really? I never noticed.

I was only after you
for your drugs, anyway.

All right, well, you can lick
the wrap on the way out if you like.

No, you can't change
the fucking deadline.

'Then tell the pygmies not to
change my copy.

'It's a finely-honed polemic,
not a suggestion sheet.'

Blame the times, old son.

Post-Leveson, self-regulation,
taste and decency, blah-blah-blah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen, anyway,

it's going to be with you by five,
all right?

'Lovely. Can I ask what's
in the latest finely-honed polemic?'

Uh, Stephen Fry, the Greek suicide
rate and erm... gay marriage.

'Spiffing. I'll have the
pygmies put on stand-by.'

Yep?

'Danny Hillier?'

Who's this?

'If you want a real story,
you should ask the police

'what is happening
in the Eurotunnel.'

Why don't you tell me
what's happening in the Eurotunnel?

'You're supposed to be
a journalist, Danny.

'But I'll give you a clue.

'They've found half an MP
and half a prostitute.'

Yeah, very funny, Jonno.

Listen, as I said, it'll be with you
by five, all right?

One of these girls is Gemma Kirwan?

Yeah.

That one, on the right.

Chuks is running traces
on the registration plates.

Boss, we've got a match.

The owner of a mobile phone
which was used in Calais,

near the tunnel entrance on the day
the bodies were left there.

Too careless, huh?

Who is it?

Danny Hillier. Tabloid journalist.
Lives in Sandgate.

Danny Hillier.

He writes an opinion column
in one of our newspapers.

Bigotry for hire.

Some of what he says is actually
on the money. Quite funny, too.

It's an especially British humour
I think you'll enjoy.

What?

Your car smells like wet dog.

Ha! I haven't got a dog.

Sorry. Here, don't mess
with the filing system.

Is your house like this?

My wife's an interior designer.

Seriously, she's very successful.

This car is my only refuge
from the tyranny of style.

You spell your name the German way.

Yeah. After Karl Marx.

My dad was a die-hard Communist.
He was a miner in the coalfields,

when there used to be
coalfields round here.

Did you join the police
just to annoy him?

Not consciously.

Chuks. What's up?

What?

Right, we're nearly there.

DCI Karl Roebuck. Elise Wassermann
from the French police.

We know the guy in the car.
What's the situation?

We've got him on the line.
There's not much time left.

The car is sealed
with laser triggers.

I need to speak to him.

Danny, this is Elise Wassermann,
French Police.

'Do you use prostitutes, Danny?'

What? Is this some kind of
sick fucking joke?

Seven months ago, your car was picked up on
CCTV in the red light district of Folkestone.

You think now is a good
time to bring it up?

'It might help us.'
I don't need to use prostitutes,

and I've never
kerb-crawled in Folkestone.

I might have a parking ticket if you
want to look into that.

'Did you lend your car to anybody?'

No! Look, just get me
the fuck out of here!

Have you been in Calais recently? No.

'Can you think why your mobile
was used in Calais?'

My mobile, it was lost,
or stolen in a bar.

Look, why aren't they
doing anything to get me out?

They are not doing anything!

He's panicking, he might detonate
the bomb.

'Get me the fuck out of here!
Do something with the windows!'

'Danny, this is Karl Roebuck, CID.
I'm right here.

'All right, talk to me, Danny'

let the experts concentrate
on getting you out of there.

Yeah, there's only one thing wrong
with that picture.

These fucking experts are doing
fuck all to get me out!

Ask him where he lost his mobile.
'They're completely useless!'

You got family, Danny?

No, my parents are dead.
I've got a brother.

We don't really get on.
That's a shame.

Ask him if anybody else has
used his car recently.

I've got a brother and sister,
I don't see too much of them either.

We're out of time.
Give me the phone!

Where are they going?
Where are they going? No, no, no!

Wait, you can't just leave me!
Please! Come back!

Come back!

Danny? If the bomb goes off,

you won't feel any pain or know
anything about it.

'How do you know?'
Because your brain won't have time

to register the messages
sent from your body.

'It will just end.'

Don't you believe in God?

'No. Do you?'

I don't know. Sometimes I do.

How could it all be pointless?

'The point is to catch the person
who did this to you.

'Where did you lose your mobile?'
I told you. In a bar.

'Which bar?

'Which bar?'

Everybody, down!

I've soiled myself.

Oh, God! Someone, help me!

'So, I assume I now have
your full attention.'

'You will be asking, of course, why?

'Who would do such a thing?
What is the message?'

'We shall all be getting
closer to the truth.'