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DCI Banks
What Will Survive

Season 5 - Episode 01
Part 1 of 2

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- Happy birthday, Alan.
- What's this?

Vinyl?

- Nils Frahm! How did you know?
- You said you liked it.

About six months ago!
Thanks, Annie.

Hey, is that your mum and dad?

Yeah.

Is she taking you
to the cleaners?

Every shop on the high street,
and back home again.

You got my pork scratchings?

Why not just have a tub of lard?

Junk food's not as bad as you think.

For instance, these give you
one percent of your RDA -

that's recommended daily
allowance - of riboflavin.

Yeah, and 100 percent of
your crap-food allowance.

Just...
excuse me one minute.

David!

- You're early.
- Conference call was cancelled.

- David!
- You don't mind me crashing the party?

- No! Good to see you.
- You, too.

- I'll be right back.
- Top right.

I wasn't sure what to get.

I wanted, actually,
to get you -

I said we'd only get
you the wrong thing.

Or something you already had,

- so -
- That's great, Mum.

- It's a bit impersonal.
- It's lovely. Thanks.

Happy birthday, love!

Well, thanks for coming,
you know - both of you.

Banks.

Where?

Right.
I'm on my way.

They're here.

Bloke working on the railway
was relieving himself.

Looks like a fox dug her up.

No ID on her, no wallet,
no phone, nothing.

How long's she been in there?

Not long.
A day, maybe.

Call MISPER. See if anyone matching
her description's been reported.

From the contents of her stomach,

I'd say time of death was
between 12 and 14 hours ago.

And, of course, blunt-force
trauma here...

and here,
consistent with her striking,

or being struck,
by something heavy.

And that's what killed her?

The first one, no. Just
knocked her out, I'd say.

That one killed her. What
makes it interesting

is that traces of soil
were found in her lungs.

Somewhere, between these blows,
they tried to bury her.

While she was still alive?

Looks like it.
Then they finished her off.

What are our chances
of ID-ing her?

Not much to go on, I1m affraid.

No dental work,
so no records to compare her to.

- Great.
- Still,

it's not all bad news.

She had this tattoo on
the base of her neck.

It must mean something.
Find out what, Annie.

If she had it done locally,
someone might remember her.

From the traces found on her fingers,

she'd been handling acetone,
shellac and ethyl methacrylate,

substances found in
nail bars and spas.

Maybe that's where she worked.

If so,
someone's gonna miss her.

- There are nail bars everywhere.
- Yeah,

she had a receipt
in her jeans pocket,

- a chippy in Castleford.
- That's where we start.

That's 20 miles away
from where she was found.

25.

That's every nail bar, salon and
spa within a ten-mile radius.

- Ken, you're with me.
- I was on missing persons.

Now you're on nails.

Preliminary forensic report's in, sir.

We've got carpet fibres
on her jersey.

Grey, nylon cut pile.
Could be from a car.

And a male hair from
under her fingernail.

Still has its root,
so chances are it was pulled out.

- Any match in the DNA database?
- No DNA match.

- What about swabs?
- All negative, oral and vaginal.

No sperm, no lubricants,
no spermicide.

She hadn't had sex -
well, not recently.

Thanks, Tariq.

It's the Cross of
Liberty. The tattoo.

It's Estonian. I've called
27 tattoo parlours.

None of them have heard of it.
She probably had it done there.

If she's Estonian,
others might remember her.

- It's a small community.
- Yes.

And they have a social
club in Castleford.

You're very chipper
this morning!

- No sore head?
- I'm a year older,

but my powers of recuperation
have remained undimmed.

I know partners
weren't invited.

- I'm sorry if David -
- He didn't.

Listen, I don't want
this to be a problem.

- It isn't.
- Good.

He makes you happy, David?

I mean, before,
he wasn't around,

and then he WAS around...

Yeah, he does.
And it's right for Isla.

I know it's only been a couple
of months, but she's...

she's happy, cos I am.

Good.

Looks like Katrin.

Do you know her surname?

She only came here
occasionally.

- What happened?
- She was murdered.

How well did you know her?

I-I didn't.
She didn't talk much.

She would come in for
a beer sometimes.

Did she come in with anyone?
A boyfriend? Anything like that?

I never saw one.

She seemed...
lonely.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to harm her?

She got into a fight.
I know that.

There is this guy who yells
at us sometimes outside.

"Eastern European scum, go
home," things like that.

- And when was this?
- Couple of days ago,

just around the corner. Katrin
really went for him.

That's the lot.

My feet are killing
me. I could do with a mani-pedi.

- Manicure and pedicure.
- I know what it means.

They had a leaflet.

"Cuticle treatment.

"Leg and foot
massage with hot oil

- "to nourish dry skin."
- We need to widen the search.

According to Immigration, a Katrin
Vesik arrived three weeks ago.

28, address in Pollu, a small
town outside Tallinn.

Her mother's been contacted.

She's flying in to ID the body.

And I've got a lead on
the bloke that Katrin hit.

His name's Shane Harris.
Watch this.

That's Katrin Vesik in
Castleford High Street.

Bit of verbal from Harris.

Bloody hell!

That'll learn you!

Yeah, that's Katrin.

How long had
she worked here?

Not long.
A couple of week.

- Did she mention any problems?
- No.

- Boyfriend trouble?
- No.

- Money worries?
- We didn't talk.

Sorry.
Sorry.

Through there, Robbie.

I'll need to speak to
everyone who works here.

- Well, we're pretty busy.
- Somewhere quiet, please.

- Shane Harris?
- No, I'm Brad Pitt.

DS Cabbot. This is DC
Lang. We want a word.

- Yeah, well, I don't.
- Won't take a minute.

Just wanna ask you
a few questions.

- Let go!
- Calm down.

Don't touch me,
you filthy Paki!

Are you all right down there, Brad?

She just went for me.

She was crazy.
I wasn't doing nothing!

Apart from telling
them all to go home?

I had a job once.

I was a mechanic.

Got all my qualifications,
NVQs, the lot.

Worked in a little garage,
yeah? Pretty soon,

I was the only one
speaking English.

Poles, Czechs, you name it.

Then my boss wants
me to take a pay cut!

I say no, and guess what?

I get replaced by a
Bulgarian who's cheaper.

And how was that Katrin
Vesik's fault?

- Where were you Tuesday night?
- You don't think I -

- Where were you, then?
- At home!

- All night?
- Yeah.

- Anybody verify that?
- No.

Listen, I might want people
like her out the country.

I don't want 'em dead!

- I didn't know her.
- Even though you work with her?

I don't do nails, just
shampooing, sweeping up.

We're meant to chat with
clients, not each other.

Still, lunchtime?
On your break?

No.

- Not even a quick chat?
- I told you!

I got to get back to work.

Yes. Yes, of course.
I'm leaving now.

Katrin Vesik.
I ran her name.

- No-one's reported her missing.
- OK.

But she made a report.

She filed a missing-persons
report

on her sister Annika,
here, three weeks ago.

She was looking for her sister?

- Yeah.
- OK. Well, see where that leads you.

I have to go to hospital.
My mum's had a stroke.

Excuse me.
I'm Alan Banks.

- I'm looking for my mother.
- Your father's with her now.

- Good.
- Have you made arrangements for removal,

or would you like us to do it for you?

- I'm sorry?
- As I said to your father,

We'll have to conduct an examination,

just to determine the cause of death.

- Ida Banks. She had a stroke.
- Yeah, but then she...

Didn't your dad call you?

It happened half an hour
ago. It was very quick.

There was nothing we could do.

I-I thought you'd been told.

I'm really sorry.

Dad?

I wasn't here.

I went to get her some...
water.

I never even got to say goodbye.

Your funeral directors can take the
body tomorrow after the post-mortem.

Here are some useful numbers
and organizations

if you or your dad need to talk.

Thank you.

We have your mother's belongings.

Dad will want them.

He doesn't wanna leave her.

Is that OK?

Yeah, it's fine. We'll
look after him.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Alan!
How's your mum?

Hey!

She died, Annie.

Oh, no!

I'm so sorry.

Katrin Vesik's mother's arrived.
She's with a translator.

- I can do the -
- No, no.

She's travelled all this way.
Come on.

Mrs. Vesik, this is DCI Banks.

Thank you for coming.

She was going to study medicine.

A scholarship.

This is Annika's fault.

The sister?

She was always in trouble.

Boys.

Then drugs.

Take your time.

S-Sorry.

My girls.

Last summer.

Soon after that, Annika came here.

For a while she kept in touch.

And then...

- .. nothing.
- She just stopped?

Yes. Yes.

Katrin was worried.

So she followed her here.

We'll need Katrin's mobile
number and her address.

- Yes. Yes.
- Do you have Annika's, too?

No, no, no.

Find my baby girl.

- I've lost one.
- Please...

I can't lose another.

Annika Vesik.

What did
she get mixed up in?

She was a drug user. She
didn't have much money.

- You think she's still alive?
- We're hoping.

Let's check shelters, hospitals,
morgues, needle exchanges.

Anywhere an addict
might go for help.

We've got Katrin's mobile number.

It's a pay-as-you-go. Get
on to her provider, Ken.

Get them to pull out her records.

If we can get Annika's
number of Katrin`s phone,

- we might be able to triangulate it.
- If it hasn't been destroyed.

Thank you, Ken! Thanks,
everyone. That's all.

You know you don't need to be here.

No-one'd think badly of you.

- I'm fine.
- Right!

Katrin Vesik's flat. You coming?

Alan?

What do you think we're looking at?

- Burglary?
- Dunno.

It's hard to tell if anything's
been taken.

Maybe Katrin disturbed them.

Or this is where she was grabbed.

We've looked at both sisters'
social-media sites,

Facebook, Twitter feeds, Instagram,

- the lot.
- And?

Nothing so far. Annika's last post
was a Facebook two months ago.

Katrin put up a load of messages
about finding Annika,

last one eight days ago.

Keep looking.

And, boss...

Sorry to hear about your mum.

- Anyway, I just -
- And I appreciate it, Ken.

Anything?

The guide book we found
at Katrin Vesik's flat -

there was a partial thumbprint,
not hers.

We ran it. Found a match.

Jodie Nash.

She's worked at the
salon for about six months.

She said she knew nothing
about Katrin Vesik.

Drug addict. Got nine
months for possession, but

reduced for getting treatment.

We spoke to her drugs project. She
stopped going about four months ago.

You think she's using again?

I saw recent track marks,

so I'd say she's got a habit to feed.

Why lie about knowing Katrin Vesik?

Katrin's phone records.

We got Annika's
number from the texts,

but there's no activity.
Nothing for six weeks.

But we did find this.
On the night Katrin died,

she made a 999 call.

Emergency. Which service -
fire, ambulance or police?

The police.
I need the police.

- I need to tell them -
- Caller, where are you?

Oh, God!

If you need an emergency
service and cannot speak,

please press the
five key twice now.

When was that call logged?

22:06. There wasn't
time to trace it.

A few hours later, she's dead.

So she comes over here,
she's looking for her sister.

She goes to work in a nail bar.

What happened to her?
Why's she calling 999?

- You think Jodie Nash knows?
- Well, she's obviously hiding something.

Maybe she was helping
Katrin find Annika.

Maybe she knows where Annika
is, or at least what happened.

- You want us to pull her in?
- No, not yet.

I wanna find out what she does,
where she goes, who she sees.

You and Tariq watch
her, starting tonight.

I wanna see where she
takes us. Thanks.

I think we're on.

There's Jodie.

Looks like they're
gonna wait for her.

Dad?

Just... put this here.

Do you mind if I take
these home with me?

Help yourself.

If you like,
I can phone people,

tell them what time the funeral is.

I can do that.

- I can come up tomorrow.
- No need.

Don't bother yourself.

Dad...

Just make sure you shut
the front door properly

on your way out.

It sticks.

A car picks Jodie up at 8:30, drops
her at the Royal Cedar hotel.

The car waits.

- Where did she go afterwards?
- Back home.

- No other appointments.
- So she's definitely on the game.

Maybe Katrin and Annika were, too.

We went back to the hotel later.
No-one recognised them there.

The manager was shocked that
such a thing was happening.

Of course!

What about the driver?

The car was registered
to a Michael Osgood.

Hang on!

I've seen them before.

They were at the salon,
making deliveries.

Right. You're with me.
Annie, pick up Jodie Nash.

Morning, Jodie.

His dad's coming.
Run!

What are you doing? What
are you playing at?

Let him go!
Please.

Shit!
Have you told anyone about this?

Reported them once before.

The next day they got him
on his own, cornered him.

- He's autistic.
- They do that, too?

A couple of days ago.

I'm DCI Banks, Mr. Osgood.

- This is DI Morton.
- How'd you know my name?

We just wanna ask
you a few questions.

Do you know Katrin Vesik?

Hey, hey!

It's all right. Robbie, it's all
right. We're done. We're done.

Why did you lie about not
knowing Katrin Vesik?

What about her sister,
Annika? You know her, too?

Do you know where she is?

You need to start talking.

When do you next need
to score, Jodie?

I've got...

.. 22 hours, 41 minutes before
I need to release you.

How long have YOU got?

- Annika worked in the salon.
- With her sister?

She'd gone before Katrin arrived.

- Where is she now?
- No idea!

Annika was messed up.

Drugs and stuff.

A few of the punters
started to complain.

- She was an escort too.
- Yeah, until they fired her.

Annika went batshit.

She lost it completely.
She needed the money.

She was just yelling her head
off in the street, and...

next thing I know, she's gone.

- Where?
- I don't know!

She just wasn't in the salon
anymore. Maybe she left town.

Who are "they"?

You said, "They fired her". Who?

Annika's missing, Jodie.

She could be in real danger.

Her sister was killed
looking for her.

Help her while you still can.

Help me.

Did you know Katrin well?

Robbie!

Is that a Hermann, a spur-thigh
or a Home's hinge-back?

It... It's a spur-thigh.

My boys have
got a tortoise.

- We used to give him dandelions.
- N-N-Not the stems, though.

No. They're poisonous, aren't
they? Does he have a name?

Buzz.

- When did you last see Katrin?
- A few nights ago.

- How well did you know her?
- I met her at the salon.

- She was nice to Robbie.
- Was she a prostitute?

No. She wasn't like that.

What about her sister?
What about Annika?

- Yeah, for a while.
- But not now?

And where's Annika now?

I don't know.

But you were helping
Katrin find her.

I did what I could. It weren't much.

- What about Robbie? Did he help her?
- No.

But they were friends!

Not like that.

- Where was he Tuesday night?
- Oh, come on!

We were both here.
All night.

And you can prove that?

We had a pizza delivered.

It's hard, though, isn't
it - getting picked on.

Still, you got friends...

like Katrin.

How well did you know her,
Robbie?

She were my best friend.

When was the last time you saw her?

It's all right.

Don't, Robbie.

- Who pays you?
- What?

To drive the girls around.

Who's making their
money off them?

It's all right, Robbie!

It's OK.

- Don't be daft. Stop.
- Robbie!

I was asking him about
the night Katrin died.

Not anymore, you're not.

Who pays you to drive the girls,
Michael?

- I want you to leave.
- When I get an answer.

Who runs the girls?
I need a name!

Jason McCready.
Now get lost!

Come on, son.
Come on.

I've got you. It's all
right. It's all right.

Who are you?

DCI Banks. I'm looking
for Jason McCready.

Yeah, that's me.

- Do you know Annika Vesik?
- Who?

- She's one of your prostitutes.
- Escorts.

I run a legitimate business.

I offer adult company for an
hour for dinner, whatever.

- They're prostitutes.
- No,

No, cos if two consenting adults
wanna take things further,

then, I can hardly stop them, can I?

You know where she is?

I wish I did.
She owes me money.

- What about her? Do you know her?
- Should I?

That's her sister, Katrin.

- She worked in your salon.
- Lots of girls work there.

I said "worked", Mr. McCready.

She was murdered.

I'm sorry to hear that.
But it's got nowt to do with me.

Where does all this end up?

Pies.

Helen?

I've been talking to Robbie's
occupational therapist.

- And?
- On top of the autism,

he's got
obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He formed a very strong
attachment to Katrin Vesik.

What if it got out of hand,

she wasn't interested
and he lost his temper?

The same could be said
of Michael Osgood -

ferrying all those girls
around, lonely, no wife.

I think they're hiding something.

Tread carefully,

OK?

Sorry about your mum.

Thank you.

When my dad died, everyone
said, "Oh, it's for the best."

"He's gone to a better place."

Only it wasn't, and he hadn't.

I mean, we all know there
isn't any... you know.

Heaven.

It's all just a construct to help
answer basic existential doubts.

Thank you, Helen.

- It gets better. That much I do know.
- Thank you.

The McCreadys have
quite an empire.

Scrap metal, the salon,
meat processing,

holiday homes -
all legit and above-board,

all owned by Maureen
McCready, the mum.

Jason runs them for her.

You think he runs the
girls for her, too?

Hey! Easy!

- Easy!
- Kitchen!

Maureen McCready?

- And you are?
- DCI Banks. DS Cabbot.

You better come in.

When Jason's dad passed away,
he left me these businesses.

At first I was just gonna sell
them. Then I thought, no.

He'd worked so hard building
'em up, it'd be wrong.

They were his legacy. Do you see?

I don't really have much
of a head for business.

Jason, though, is a natural.

- You sure you won't have one?
- Fine, thanks.

You really should ask him.

We have.

Then, I'm sure he's told you.

We've never had any
trouble with the law,

and I'm not about to start.

Sorry, love.
Never seen her before.

Well...

.. she was one of your
son's prostitutes.

You have a job to do.
I understand that.

And I'm sorry to hear
about this poor girl.

But I have five different businesses,

each with their own headaches.

I don't worry too much about
the day-to-day stuff,

hiring and firing and whatnot.

I let Jason do that.

His blood pressure's lower.

- Can I help?
- Pretty comprehensive.

Tell me again when it happened.

Tuesday night.
Late.

And you and Robbie were both at home?

That's right. Came out,
it was already alight.

Anyone see who did it?

- They never do.
- Robbie home?

He's dropping some stuff
off at the salon.

- So, Robbie drives?
- Yeah.

His problems are more...

social than being
able to do things.

Like making friends.
People confuse him.

Makes him vulnerable.

But driving,
he does that well.

Just don't use him if you want
something delivered quickly.

Why?

Well, I don't think Robbie's gonna
get a speeding ticket any time soon.

Just the two of you?

Becky walked out on
us a few years ago.

We got over it. Now it's just us.

- So, what's Robbie driving?
- My car.

I borrow that from work. Borrowed.

You're lucky they didn't
torch both cars.

Mine was in the
garage that night.

New brake linings.

What colour carpet did this have?

Grey. Why?

Robbie said Katrin
was his best friend.

And that's all she was.

Don't you think he might've
felt differently?

Maybe misread signs, got confused.

Does he still struggle
with his temper?

I spoke to his therapist. She
says he lashes out sometimes.

Robbie likes order.

And when things don't do
what they're supposed to do,

- he gets frustrated.
- Pens that don't write,

scissors that don't cut,
that sort of thing?

- That's right.
- What about people?

I'd like you and Robbie to come
down to the station tomorrow.

- Why?
- I wanna talk to Robbie.

I'll need him to give
a DNA sample.

You may want a solicitor present.

I built this business, Jason -

with no help from your
waste-of-space father.

He was too busy chasing women!

I did it all by myself. Built
the business up from nothing.

And how? By making sure I
didn't do anything stupid.

By knowing where to draw the line,

and by knowing what stupid
nonsense to stay clear of!

Tarts, Jason!

Police have got nothing,
Mum. I promise.

Don't. Don't eat it now.
Take some -

Hey! Robbie, Robbie,
come on.

You wait here.

Go away!
Leave us alone!

Come on, run!

See you in a bit, Robbie!

Robbie...

I'm - I'm sorry.

That's OK.

- I-I tried to stop.
- I know.

You... You - You... You're not mad?

Never.

I'm sorry.

You don't ever have
to apologise to me.

OK?

Come here.

Hello.

You've reached Ida and Arthur -
or, should I say, Arthur and Ida.

I'm afraid we can't
talk right now,

so if you'd like to leave a message,

we'll talk to you
as soon as we can.

Hose roll, now!
Get some pressure!

Get around the back.

- More pressure! Come on!
- We're checking the house.

- Check down there.
- You got him?

- You OK?
- Yeah.

- There's one more inside.
- OK.

Neighbours reported seeing
the flames around midnight.

They managed to get Michael Osgood
out before the whole place went up.

~ Robbie?
~ Never stood a chance.

How soon before I get
to speak to Michael?

He's pretty bad. They said they'd
call the minute he wakes up.

It was arson.

Preliminary investigations revealed
traces of accelerant at the scene,

specifically white spirit on the floor of
the hall and the inside of the front door

and the remains of fireworks
used to ignite it.

So this is what - a
prank that went wrong?

That's one possibility. But
Michael Osgood was also due

to bring his son Robbie in here
for an interview this morning.

Maybe someone didn't want them
to share what they knew.

I'm going to want the
ex-wife's address.

We're looking at two avenues.

One, we look at Michael
and Robbie Osgood

in connection with
Katrin Vesik's murder.

We find out all we can about them.

Michael Osgood did time.

So, known associates, anything...

And, two, we treat them
both as separate for now,

which means we get those kids who
tormented the Osgoods in here.

And we put the fear of God in them.

That's all, everyone. Thanks.

Ken, I just want to go through this.

~ Anything on Annika Vesik?
~ Not yet.

OK.

If she's out there, we'll find her.

She's over there.

Thanks.

I knew something like
this would happen.

The fire?

Summat bad.

Because of the bullying?

Because when you get sucked
into Jason McCready's world,

shit always happens.

May I ask why you left Michael?

Cos nothing ever changed.

When we first got together, Jason
was throwing Michael scraps of work.

He just wanted to keep
his head above water...

.. especially when Robbie came along.

He did time for handling
stolen goods.

Doing someone a favour.

That's what he does.

Favours.

When he got out, Michael promised
me it'd be different.

That we'd move away, start again.

But Jason was still there.

I couldn't take it.

Not any more.

Did Michael ever talk about
someone called Annika?

~ No.
~ What about Katrin?

Who are they? Jason's tarts?

Michael said he was helping Katrin.

Sounds about right.

He was always a sucker
for a sob story.

He's a nice guy.

That's why I married him.

He were lovely, Michael.

Always polite. Always took
really good care of his kid.

~ Then they do this.
~ Why do think it was deliberate?

I don't... I've no idea.

The kids that bullied Michael and
Robbie, do they live round here?

I just need a name.

A young man was killed in that house.

That's murder.

Gary. Gary McCready.

Gary McCready?

Ow!

Ohh!

~ In you go.
~ Mrs McCready?

~ What are you doing here?
~ Just looking out for my grandson.

Get in.

~ He's Jason McCready's son?
~ Nephew.

~ Keep me posted.
~ Will do.

~ Shellfish?
~ Yes.

I apprehended the suspect,
applying reasonable force

and by taking advantage of
the circumstances at the time.

~ Using a bag of cockles?
~ Yes.

~ Where's Annie?
~ She got a foot in the face.

~ Is she OK?
~ The hospital are checking for
concussion. She'll be fine.

I'm going over there anyway,
get an update on Michael Osgood.

Right.

He's told you, he didn't
start any fire.

~ What about the car?
~ What car?

Someone torched Michael
Osgood's estate car.

~ He didn't do that either.
~ I'm asking HIM.

~ It wasn't me.
~ There you go.

This is a statement made by
the owner of a hardware store

~ half a mile from your home.
~ So?

He says he sold Gary three litres
of white spirit three days ago.

Yeah. I use it to clean
my paintbrushes.

~ Really?
~ It's not illegal to buy white spirit.

No, but you can start a
hell of a fire with it.

Is that all you've got? Bloke in
an overall and a bit of guesswork.

Mrs McCready, you're in this
room as the appropriate adult.

Unless my questions are confusing,
repetitive or oppressive...

And they're not, are they?

No. I didn't think so.

.. you don't get to interrupt,
you don't offer legal advice

and you let me conduct this
interview as I see fit.

All right?

~ So where is it?
~ Where's what?

~ The white spirit you bought.
~ It's gone.

You must have a lot of brushes.

Maybe...

it was that retard did it.

He's thick as shit. You
ever think of that?

OK, Gary. This is what's
going to happen.

We're going to lock you up in a cell
while we continue to gather evidence.

Because I think you started that fire

that killed Robbie Osgood.

Manslaughter, Gary,
at the very least.

Although between you and me,

I'll be pressing for murder.

Aw, don't be sad.

Yeah, I'll call you later.

OK. All right.

All right, bye, then. Bye.

~ You're smoking.
~ You're not so bad yourself.

~ You OK?
~ Cheers.

All his life Robbie's had to
put up with that sort of crap.

They single you out,
and the pack just...

Let's get the rest of Gary's little posse
in here, see if we can rattle a few cages.

Pretty weird, though. Torching the house
of someone who works for your uncle.

Not if Uncle Jason told him to do it.

Let's get him to cough to the
fire first. Then we'll see.

David...

Any news?

They're looking at her now.

~ Dress-down Friday, is it?
~ Training in my lunch hour.

Ironman triathlon in three months.

Ironman?

Regular triathlon not
hard enough for you, eh?

~ Do you run?
~ Run? Me?

No. I just jump...

to conclusions.

~ You OK?
~ Totally.

You had me worried.

Alan, you didn't need to come.

No, no, I'm actually here
to see Michael Osgood.

No, I wasn't... I just thought I'd
pop down and see that you're OK.

~ And I am... OK, that is.
~ Good.

I will see you tomorrow.

~ Nice of him.
~ Yeah, wasn't it?

Hello? Hello, it's me.

It's Annika.

You have to help me.

Please...

Come and get me. I...
I don't know who else!

Ryan Cookson, he's in
your gang, isn't he?

~ Maybe.
~ Yeah, we've been talking to him.

He lasted about a whole five minutes
before dropping you right in it.

Told us all about the fireworks you put through
Michael Osgood's letterbox last night.

White spirit AND fireworks.

Traces of both were found
by the fire investigators.

Let me make it easy for you.
You wanted to give them a scare,

so you poured white spirit
through their letterbox.

~ No.
~ Then you set off the fireworks.

Maybe you didn't expect
it to burn as fast as it.

~ That didn't happen.
~ Eyewitness statements,

physical evidence,
a history of attacks.

I think we've got enough, don't you?

Hey...

Yeah, we did the fireworks, yeah.

But that was earlier,

around teatime.

Just a few fireworks.

~ What about the white spirit?
~ I didn't put it in the letterbox.

~ I used it on his car.
~ And this was when?

Tuesday evening. We waited
till Robbie got back

and they'd gone to sleep,
and then we burned the car.

~ So Robbie was out on Tuesday night?
~ Yeah.

What time did he get back?

The offie opposite had
just closed. So about 11.

All right.

Michael Osgood was home
the night Katrin died.

The pizza delivery and now Gary
McCready give him an alibi.

But Robbie wasn't there.
His father lied about that.

~ Why?
~ You mean apart from the obvious?

You know that hair they recovered
from Katrin's body...

Get on to the lab. See how hard it
is to get DNA from a burnt corpse.

On the night that Katrin died,

you told us that Robbie
was at home with you.

I've just had a phone
call from my colleague.

We now have a witness who says that
they saw him return home in YOUR car

around 11pm.

Do you want to tell me why those
two accounts are so different?

I didn't...

I didn't want you to think...

.. that he'd had anything
to do with...

what happened to her.

So where had he been?

Just driving.

He likes to drive.

He likes the rules.

What you can and can't do.

A place for everything. Order.

He shouldn't have died alone.

Not like that.

Not without me.

My son...

My son.

Yes. Ken, what is it?

About 40 minutes. Why?

What?

They were looking
for a murder weapon.

One of them noticed the
ground had been disturbed.

Nothing in the pockets,
nothing nearby. No ID.

Just like before.

White male. No distinguishing features
and, as yet, no known cause of death.

From the rate of decay, their best guess
is he was buried about three months ago.

OK. So that's where we start
with the MISPERS reports.

Think he was put there by the same
person that killed Katrin Vesik?

I'd say there was a good chance.

Any more bodies out here?

Mid-50s I'd say. Malnourished.

His hair and nails show signs
of vitamin deficiency -

longitudinal ridging,
that sort of thing.

So I wouldn't set too
much store by his diet.

He didn't take very good
care of himself at all.

He had an impacted molar which
should have been seen to and
wasn't. Must've hurt like hell.

Any distinguishing features?

No nice tattoos, I'm afraid.
Unfortunately, with this one,

we're past the point of
getting useable prints.

~ Cause of death?
~ That's the interesting bit.

There's no sign of trauma, no entry
or exit wounds, no ligature marks.

But I did find signs
of coronary thrombosis.

~ He died of a heart attack?
~ I'd say so.

Why bury someone who'd
died of natural causes?

~ Oh, you needn't do that.
~ I know.

I haven't lost the use
of my legs, you know...

I'm quite capable of
going down the shops.

Except you haven't, have you?

You look like you've been living
off cheese and crackers.

So?

I don't need help or charity.

It's a bit Wallace
and Gromit, isn't it?

Don't you condescend me.

I wasn't.

~ You're loving this, aren't you?
~ Dad, please.

All because we were closer
to Roy than you.

And whose fault was that?

At least your brother
made the effort.

YOU, you just pissed off.

Joined the police.

Roy's gone, Dad, just like Mum.

It's just you and me now.

We're all that we've got left.

Sentimental crap.

You never came here when
your mother was alive.

So why bother now?

~ I want you to leave.
~ I'm sorry.

Now!

Morning. How's the walking wounded?

Stumbling but upright.

Nice of him to give you a lift.

Tandem got a puncture, has it?

No, he insisted.

Obviously I'm not capable
of catching the bus.

Obviously!

You probably shouldn't have come
to the hospital yesterday.

I was in the building. I was just
giving a bit of moral support.

~ I was fine.
~ OK.

But thanks.

For bothering.

Annie, I was wondering...

You see, tomorrow's Mum's
funeral, and I just...

~ It wouldn't be for very long.
~ You want me to come?

Well, I could probably do with
the moral support myself.

I can't.

~ I'm sorry.
~ Boss...

Duty sergeant just called up.

Uniforms picked up Shane
Harris an hour ago.

~ Fighting migrants again?
~ Dealing smack.

He wants to see you.

This girl Annika you're looking for.

Maybe I can help you wi' that.

Fancy a bit of bargaining, do you?

You were caught with
a pocketful of baggies -

possession with intent to supply.

You think you've got
some wiggle room?

~ She called me.
~ Annika?

Yesterday.

~ Why would she call you?
~ I'm her dealer.

~ What did she say?
~ She wanted me to come and get her.

~ Where was she?
~ She didn't say.

She sort of cried out.

There was some scuffling noise

and then nothing.

Come on, that's got to be
worth something, hasn't it?

So, according to Shane
Harris's phone records,

he received a call
from here yesterday.

Where's she been? What's
she been doing?

Looks like there's been a fight.

So, if someone took her from here,

they can only have gone
in one of two directions.

Let's find the CCTV cameras -

public, private, I don't care.

I want to know who was on this road
yesterday and where they went.

OK, thanks.

Initial forensics on
the body are back.

Soil samples from his boots match the
ones taken from Katrin Vesik's shoes,

which we know don't match
where they were buried.

~ So they were both recently
in the same location.
~ Yeah.

I think we've got something.

We think Annika Vesik was taken yesterday
from a phone box on the Heston Road.

There's no CCTV on
this stretch of road.

But half a mile east
of the phone box,

there's a private security camera
installed on a pub being renovated

and a mile to the west there's
another camera on a farm.

So we've got a mile-and-a-half stretch
with no turnings or side roads.

Cars go by THIS camera

and, a few minutes
later, there they are,

passing by here, both
directions, as you'd expect.

Except this one.

It passes the farm, but
at the pub - nothing.

Instead, eight minutes later, it goes
back past the farm the way it came.

~ So it turned round.
~ At exactly the same time

Annika was making her
call to Shane Harris.

~ The Sierra - have you got a number?
~ Only a partial.

The plate's obscured by mud.

Just spoken to the DVLA. We've
got a match with 14 Sierras in
the Greater Yorkshire area,

and one of them belongs
to Jason McCready.

You again?

~ What do you want?
~ Where's Annika Vesik?

~ I've no idea.
~ You've got no idea?
~ No idea.

~ All right...
~ You can't just go where you like!

Yeah?

This warrant says that I can.

Mr McCready, I think
we need to have a chat.

Check round the corner, Annie.

~ Annika!
~ So what have you done with Annika?

You took her from that
phone box, didn't you?

~ We know you were there.
~ We've got you on CCTV,

~ heading towards the phone box, then
coming back a few minutes later.
~ So?

I forgot my phone. I turned
round, go back and get it.

~ So you don't deny it was you?
~ Why would I?

So you just happened to be on
the exact same road at the exact
same time Annika was snatched.

It's a bit of a
coincidence, isn't it?

~ Jason!
~ Mr McCready, if you'd like
to stay here with us, thank you.

Looks deserted.

It does, doesn't it?

So why the new padlock?

Annie, hold that for me.

Thanks.

Dear Christ!

Police. Don't be scared.

It's all right.

Does anyone here speak English?

I'm looking for Annika.

It's OK. Don't be scared.

It's all right. Police.

It's OK. It's all right. It's all
right. We're not going to hurt you.

It's OK.

~ Can anyone here speak English?
~ Calm down.

Does anyone know Annika Vesik?

~ Anyone?
~ I'm Annika.

Jason McCready, I'm arresting you for
offences related to forced labour

and for the kidnapping and false
imprisonment of Annika Vesik.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Mind how you go.

He had them working here, the
meat-processing plant, all over.

Said if they complained, he'd take them out
to the woods and they wouldn't come back.

~ Did you talk to Annika?
~ Katrin found her.

Nearly got her out. Annika
said they heard shouting.

Katrin ran off. After that, nothing.

When I first arrived, Jason
gave me the job in the salon.

But I needed money.

He said there was a way.

~ To be a prostitute?
~ Yes. I didn't want to.

But I had no choice. The drugs...

The men complained.

~ Said I was no good.
~ So he got rid of you?

But I needed the money.

~ I got angry.
~ What did you do?

Shouted at him.

Yelled in the street.

He made me work at the farm instead.

Living in that shit hole.

I prayed...

for help.

For it to end.

And then Katrin...

It's all my fault.

Thank you.

Katrin Vesik was looking
for her sister

~ and found out about the slaves, didn't she?
~ No comment.

That's why she was killed, wasn't it?

~ To shut her up.
~ No comment.

Do you know what the Coroners
and Justice Act is?

He does.

It makes forced labour
a criminal offence.

It's what's going to
bring you down, Maureen.

How's your blood pressure now?

I had no knowledge of the day-to-day
running of the business.

There is no proof I
had any involvement

in the decision to hire these workers,
no evidence of any sort.

I am innocent of all charges.

So just hang your own kid out to dry.

Is that how it works with you?

For the benefit of the recording,
DCI Banks has just entered the room.

Your mum's just abandoned you, Jason.

She's denying everything.

She's letting you carry
this one all by yourself.

~ No, she wouldn't.
~ She just did.

So tell us about the man
who died of a heart attack.

Who was he? Was he
one of your slaves?

Cos we know he was at the farm.

We matched the soil
found on his boots.

Keels over, dead.

Which is a problem cos now you've
got a body to get rid of.

You can't just dump him
anywhere. Too risky.

So you bury him, like he
didn't exist, except he did.

He was real.

You just threw him away
like he was rubbish.

You do the same thing with Katrin?

We know that she was at the farm too.

She came to rescue Annika.

You couldn't very well let
that happen, could you?

You could save everyone time, Jason.

Costly trial. It would certainly
be taken into consideration.

Just tell us what you did.

Katrin Vesik knew
everything, didn't she?

So you had to stop her.

So you killed her and you buried her.

The same place that you'd
dumped the other body.

It wasn't me.

Then who was it?

Robbie Osgood.

Katrin had brought him...

~ .. to drive 'em, I suppose.
~ But you caught them?

At first I thought they
were nicking equipment,

so I chased them into one of t'barns.

She climbed up into t'loft
and I followed up the stairs

and then she just went...
She went for me.

She hit me with this iron bar.

And Robbie, he were
shouting and crying.

So he ran up, just as she
were going to hit me again.

And then Robbie pulled her away

and they were on the edge of t'loft

and she kind of lost
her footing and fell

and hit the floor.

Blood everywhere and
she weren't breathing.

So, Robbie, he just went mental,
apologising over and over.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry.'
Poor kid were terrified.

So I told him to calm down,
that we could sort this,

but she needed to be moved.

So I told him where to take her.

So, yeah, I saw her die.

But I didn't kill her.

Robbie did.

We've got a match with the
hair found on Katrin's body.

Robbie Osgood's?

So that makes the fire... what?

If Robbie killed Katrin
and knew about the slaves,

what if Jason didn't trust
him to keep his mouth shut?

And got his nephew to start the fire?

Boss, you need to see this.

We've been digging around
Gary McCready's gang.

Social networking sites, tweets,
DMs, endless buddy stuff,

photos, videos, you name it.

It's not just stuff they
upload themselves.

There are also links to other posts.

One of Gary's friends 'liked' this from
another group of kids on the estate.

Some kind of stupid
drinking challenge.

A bunch of different recordings
dotted around the internet -

I've collected them all.

That's outside Michael
Osgood's house.

The night of the fire. I've gone through
all the clips, putting them in time order.

That's the house there.

These were shot between 11 and 11:55,

and none of these kids
has approached the house.

Now watch.

See the flames through the door?

That's the fire starting
in the hallway.

There's no-one outside. There's
no kids near the door.

So Gary McCready was
telling the truth.

And either Michael or Robbie Osgood
burnt their own house down.

We know the fire was started
inside the house.

The fireworks were thrown
in earlier, weren't they?

So who poured the white spirit?

Who lit the fire, Michael?

When Robbie came home that night,

he was crying.

So scared.

He hadn't meant to.

But she was dead.

Did he say what happened to the body?

He said Jason had known what to do.

He wasn't making much sense.

'My fault,' he kept saying.

'Sorry, Dad.

Sorry.'

I knew it'd only be a matter
of time before you...

It only took a few questions before
Robbie broke down the other day.

And that was at home.

How long would it take in a proper
interview before he confessed?

But even so...

with Robbie's problems...

He'd still be competent
to stand trial.

He'd still do time.

He's so...

.. tender.

I mean, you've seen how
them kids prey on him.

Prison...

I've been there.

I know.

I couldn't abandon him like that.

So it was just us.

A team.

Did everything together.

We'd do this together.

I made him his favourite tea.

Pasta parcels.

And I put a sleeping
pill in his drink.

I lay beside him as he slept.

Told him he was special.

Everything was going to be OK...

.. and that he was loved.

Afterwards, when he was asleep...

.. I crept out of the room.

It only took a moment
to start the fire.

And when I knew it had caught...

.. I went back to be with him.

I...

I wasn't meant to be rescued.

Are you sure about this?

Do you really believe
Robbie could take Katrin

and when he saw she was still alive,
while he was burying her, that he
could then kill her in cold blood?

~ He panicked.
~ What about the physical evidence?

The hair that Karin must have
pulled out belonged to Robbie.

~ Doesn't make him the killer.
~ Changing your tune, aren't you?

~ Just keeping an open mind.
~ What about Michael's statement?

Robbie doesn't have an alibi while Jason
McCready can put him at the scene.

And if I was Jason and I'd killed
Katrin, who better to blame than the
one person who can't answer back?

Everyone else gets their
say except for Robbie.

Who speaks for him?

Robbie Osgood could never
have buried Katrin Vesik.

~ Why not?
~ Speed.

Robbie was obsessive compulsive
and he was obsessed with safety.

His therapist said he checked his tyre
pressures before and after every journey.

Sometimes he'd arrive
at a destination

and immediately have to retrace his steps
to make sure he hadn't hit anyone.

And Michael Osgood said that Robbie
never drove anywhere fast.

~ He'd never break the speed limit.
~ Even with a body to bury?

~ I think I'd make an exception.
~ Yes, but this is OCD.

Proper full-blown clinical obsession.

It's a real mental illness.

So he drove slowly. So what?

Right, here's the farm.

Here's where Katrin was buried.

We know the time she
made the 999 call.

We know Robbie Osgood
came home just after 11.

So between those two times, we're
saying Katrin was injured,

taken to where she was
murdered and buried.

Now, that's a round trip of 43
miles in a maximum of 57 minutes.

But the speed limit was 30mph
for 18 of those miles,

40 for a further 12

and 60 for just 13.

So even if she was hurt immediately
after she made the call,

even if we could give Robbie the
maximum amount of time, it doesn't
matter what route he took,

Robbie could never have made
the roundtrip in the time.

He wasn't capable of it. He wouldn't
break the speed limit.

~ It's a reach, Helen.
~ I don't think so.

What if I'm right?
What if it was Jason?

I want a proper look at his car.

We've been over every
inch of your car...

.. and the carpet fibres in your boot

exactly match the ones
found on Katrin's clothes.

And we found traces of
her blood in there too

and a partial bloody footprint you left
in the footwell on the driver's side.

It was you who took Katrin
Vesik to that wasteland.

After all, you'd already
used it once.

And it was you who murdered her.

No.

It was Robbie.

You knew that she was still
alive after she fell.

But you convinced Robbie
that he'd killed her.

And you made him believe he was
guilty because it suited you.

The only problem was you had
to finish the job away from him.

So you sent Robbie home

and then you dumped Katrin
in the boot of your car.

How's your story looking now?

Katrin Vesik. Annika Vesik.

Robbie Osgood.

Prostitutes, slaves.

Cheap, disposable lives. That's
what you think, isn't it?

I've got a feeling you're about to
learn just how cheap life can be.

Eulogy written?

Pretty much.

But first I have to go
and tell Michael Osgood

that he's going to be charged with
the unlawful killing of his own son.

I'm sorry.

Helen...

you did a good thing following
your instincts about Robbie.

He was a good kid.

When Jason took Katrin
out to bury her,

she was still alive.

We found traces of
soil in her lungs...

.. which means that it was Jason
McCready who killed Katrin,

not Robbie.

I didn't want you to go to prison,
thinking that your son was guilty.

Robbie was innocent.

I'm sorry.

I wish this wasn't happening.

That we weren't all here today...

remembering Mum.

I know, though, she'd tell
me, 'Don't make a fuss.'

Something that she taught me and
my kid brother Roy - don't fuss.

My mum taught me lots of things.

Not just the obvious stuff
about manners and respect...

She taught me about choices.

The choices we make
define who we are.

They can be the right ones...

.. or the ones that
leave us with nothing.

We can choose to ignore things

however hard that might be.

And sometimes those choices can cost
us more than we can ever afford.

But mostly Mum taught me...

.. that we can choose
to make a difference.

Touch other lives.

Do good.

It doesn't always work, Mum.

But we can keep trying.

'What will survive of us is love.'

The Arundel Tomb -

one of Mum's favourite poems.

I wonder if that's what
Michael Osgood believes.

What about you? Is
that what you think?

It'd be nice to think so.

We should go to the crematorium, Dad.

What you said in there

was a bit soft.

Your mother would have liked it.