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This isn't a joke. It isn't a pre-retirement wind-up.

It's here in black and white - bullying and racism.

So what are you going to do, sack me?

You, with a straight face, apparently told the entire team

the division was appointing an alien life-form

- liaison officer. - Yeah.

Knowing - knowing - Tekeli would jump at it,

and then neither you nor Acting Sergeant Shah,

because apparently it was all his big idea, neither of you

proceeded to make it clear to him that it was a joke?

What would have been the point of that?

- As a result of which... - Everyone else realised

- it was a joke. - As a result of which...

Presumably you realised it was a joke when you signed it,

when you put the application form in,

otherwise it wouldn't have gone any further.

Did you not realise

- it was a joke? - It's a formality.

I don't read every bit of paper that just wants

- a signature. - Oh, do you not? I do.

- As a result of... - It had a little

alien face at the top and "phone home"

written underneath.

- Did the penny not drop, Mike? - As a result of which

he went out and made a fool of himself

with a member of the public.

- Did he? - And now he's made a complaint

through this Inspector Suleyman Toprak

at Wakefield, which makes me look like I'm not across

what's going on in my own division!

"Sergeant Cawood has never liked me" -

never liked me! - "and takes every opportunity

"to undermine my credibility with colleagues.

"Acting Sergeant Shah now seems determined

"to continue this culture,

"and I am no longer prepared to put up with it."

How old is he?

Inspector Taylor, location for a phone call?

In my office.

You know, this glib response

is a disappointment coming from someone like you, Catherine.

Someone like me?

Just t'same as they used to say in the 1980s about putting

their hands up female colleagues' skirts.

"Oh, why's she upset? It was only a bit of fun -

"what's up with her?"

Sorry. Seriously?

You think this is on a par with sexual harassment?

It's... It's...

It's not dissimilar.

Mike Taylor.

Yeah. Fire away.

They've found a body.

Sure.

OK, will do. Ta-ta.

Looks like it's that misper.

House up Holywell Green. That's the address.

Yeah, I know the address.

Is it her? Joanna?

Go and secure the scene till the SIO turns up.

I'll get two patrol units

to meet you there. We'll deal with this

- later. - Yeah, we will.

I can't believe you said that.

No uniforms to enter the scene!

Hiya.

You rang.

Tommy Lee Royce jumped the dock.

- What? - He escaped.

- He's on his toes... - What?

...and it's organised, Catherine.

And, er, Ryan's here.

Ryan?

He knew nothing about it. He's just as shocked

as anyone. But he saw these two lads.

There was a fracas in the foyer,

and then everyone got distracted

and that seems to be when he went for it.

He just climbed out the dock,

this huge Perspex screen.

He's like Spider-Man.

Me and some others ran after him, but he just, like,

vanished into thin air.

Grandad.

What is it?

What? What are we looking at?

No, there's too much heat now.

- It's a dumb idea. - It's a brilliant idea.

30 grand.

We'd be stupid not to.

We've earned it. I've...

I've earned it.

Look, you're getting married tomorrow. Let's do it after.

No, no, no, no, no. It'll have gone.

- Get in front of him... - Somebody will find it.

So we need to get it back now. Today.

Soon as you get back.

I'll ring you back.

Where are you now?

- At work. - Right. Well, stay there.

Do not go back to Neil's flat.

He knows that address because, oh,yeah,

that's where he's been sending his visiting orders to,

and who's to say he's not going to make a beeline for it?

And where's Neil?

How did he jump the dock?

Are they not guarded? Were he not handcuffed?

Clare, I wasn't there. Ryan was.

Ryan, who you were so convinced had gone to school.

Ryan?

Where's Neil?

He's at work, as far as I know.

Right. Well, does Tommy Lee Royce know where he works?

Cos if he does, he's vulnerable.

He knows I work here.

He came in once years ago.

I think it's unlikely that...

Clare, what's likely

is that he'll try and use you and Neil to get to Ryan.

Where's Ryan now?

He's with Richard. Richard went to report on it.

You need to think about finding somewhere else to live

till they've got the fucking idiot back in custody.

H-MET will sort us out a hotel if necessary,

once they've got the incident room set up.

But you must not go back to the flat,

not even to fetch stuff. If you make a list,

H-MET will collect anything you need for you.

What about you? He knows where you live.

Yeah. I can't go home either, Clare.

Ring Neil and go and sit in a cafe

if you have to till I sort something out.

I've got to go.

Mike, I've heard.

You hand that scene over to the patrols

as soon as they get there,

then I want you off the streets and back here.

Right.

I've been thinking, if it is organised,

the organised crime unit will be all over it.

It's organised, all right.

The way Richard's described what happened.

Well, good. So they'll work with the manhunt

and they'll have eyes on Darius Knezevic,

well, already, I would think.

Yeah, it's a nice thought,

but Darius Knezevic'll avoid the twat-faced bastard

like the plague if he is behind it.

You need protection.

I'm not scared of him.

Yeah, well, you should be. I don't want you

going back to your house.

Catherine?

Right.

- Afternoon. - Afternoon.

I didn't do this.

Nobody's saying that, Mr Hepworth.

Why am I not allowed inside my own house, then?

You're distraught.

You've had a shock. I need you to sit in the car

till the SIO gets here.

We can't risk any cross-contamination,

- as I've explained. - Where's the body?

- Someone's done this. - Garage.

- Is it Joanna? - Yes!

I'll go and set up the cordons, then.

She thinks I did it!

Mr Tekeli.

O0ps!

Butterfingers.

Outer cordon, wide as you like, bit of access for residents.

We'll pull it in when the SIO gets here. Sledge.

Inner cordon round the whole house.

I'll need a tent in front of the garage.

Do not enter.

Esso,scene log.

Tommy Lee Royce has escaped from Leeds Crown Court.

- Did you know that? - Chop chop.

You all right, Sarge?

Yeah. Move it. Come on.

Tekeli.

Oh, I can't be arsed.

- Get on with it. - Could I just say...

- I'd rather you didn't. - ...with respect...

You know, I'm out of here Thursday.

Vast blue yonder.

But Shaf, he'll start his first proper stint as a sergeant

with some puerile complaint hanging over his head

for bullying, for fuck's sake. That's the last thing

he's ever been.

And racist? On what planet?

When you started, he looked after you. You'd never have got

through your first three weeks without him, you fucking idiot.

You see, you shouldn't even be able to speak to me like that.

Oh, OK.

Well, I tell you what.

Detective Superintendent Shepherd's here now,

so why don't you tell him?

Hmm?

Go on.

Hey, sort this cordon out, come on.

- Sorry. - Catherine.

You shouldn't be here.

Mary Whitaker is running the manhunt.

Just heard they've opened up an incident room in Dewsbury,

and she'll want to talk to you.

You know more about this mad bastard than anyone.

I'll phone ahead.

Tell them you're on your way over there now.

Yeah, yeah, and take one of these with you.

I don't want you on your own, OK?

- Thank you, sir. - Go on.

Oh. What do you know about this? Anything?

Oh, er, dead woman, Joanna Hepworth.

I arrested her last week

for possession of controlled drugs.

He reported her - the husband.

She had bruises up her arms.

I offered to put her in a refuge,

but she wouldn't. Two little kiddies,

two girls, one in the juniors, one in the infants.

Do you know their names?

Yeah, it's Poppy and Florence.

What's his name?

Rob.

Hepworth.

He's our Ryan's PE teacher. He's never liked him.

Rumours that he's having an affair with a female member

of staff and that he's gay - take your pick.

All right, well, you go.

I'll send someone over to get an account off you

as soon as we're up and running.

I had an inkling it'd come to this.

Come on, Betty Bhuppal.

You're coming with me.

You did it!

You did it.

Change of plan, buddy.

I've got the police vexed over a little mix-up in Elland,

and they've got eyes on my place around the clock,

so I'm going to have to drop you elsewhere.

It's safe.

There's everything you need.

Food, beer, tobacco, a game console.

Anything else you need, just say.

How'd you get out, with police watching your house?

I hid in the boot of Mihaela's car.

They don't follow her. They haven't the resources.

And I didn't want anyone else to pick you up, yeah?

I wanted mine to be the first friendly face you see.

Oh, it were hilarious, Darius.

All these patrol cars in Leeds

screaming past me in t'opposite direction.

Then on foot, some of them,

straight past me, less than, like, three feet away,

like I were invisible.

You are a fucking genius, man.

There's a bottle of whisky in one of those bags

if you want a little celebration.

Is everything sorted?

Sure. Passports - one for you, one for the boy.

You'll go via Dover.

You'll be hid in a van, we'll drive it to Brussels.

Then you're going to fly from there to Malaga.

I'm nervous.

You'll have money,

you'll have a phone. You'll be fine.

You'll look like you're lnterrailing.

Then this Felipe guy is going to meet you in Marbella

and that's you done.

He's going to sort you out with everything you need.

You and the boy.

I've never been abroad.

You're joking.

Show no fear.

You've come this far.

So I'm going to drop you at this place and I'm going to

pick you up on Monday.

If you haven't got the boy by then“.

...you're going to have to go without him.

I'll have him. I'll have him.

And you'll have sorted out your little bit of business?

Aye.

What is it?

It's not that policewoman, is it?

Can you get me a gun?

You go look at the CCTV. I wouldn't be surprised

if it was them that kicked off this fight, this distraction.

And if it was them, then this one...

I saw him in a car when we were arresting a lad over the death

of that girl in them flats up in Elland.

I'm fairly 100% sure it was him.

I recognised him. I must have arrested him for something

in the dim and distant past. And if it is him,

then there's something to do with the Knezevics,

because that's who CID thinks

is behind that business at the flat.

I know someone who's working on it.

Which means it is organised,

and Royce may well have access to a firearm.

But the good news is...

...I took the registration number.

Little Honda they were driving.

Won't be registered to the right address,

but it might trigger a couple of ANPR sites.

You might be able to catch up with them that way.

So your grandson

texted you these images at 13.34.

How long does it take to get a train from Leeds to Halifax?

30 minutes?

I'll drive.

We are not going picking that fucking money up.

We are.

Out.

It's the third one from the bottom.

Just knock on, and Surroje will let you in.

Who?

Fella that lives there. It's fine.

Anything you need, he'll sort you out.

- How do I contact you? - You don't.

Through him.

Surroje. If you need to.

But ideally you don't, for your own sake.

A week from now, you'll be in Marbella,

you and your boy,

laughing your socks off, all right?

But Tommy...

This...

...business with this policewoman.

I'm gonna be honest, I don't think it's a good idea.

You're going to get this new life with your boy.

If you fix that policewoman, all sorts of shit

is going to kick in, and it makes me uncomfortable.

I think...

...you should let it go.

We've been really clever with all this.

You're out.

You do something crazy like that...

...can't guarantee what happens.

Yeah, but...

...getting even with this bitch

is as important as getting to Marbella.

Is it?

Really?

Is it really?

OK.

Well...

So what's the plan? How are you going to do it?

I'm gonna find her.

I'm gonna follow her.

I'm gonna bide my time.

I'm...gonna look for an opportunity.

But it'd sure as shit help if I had a gun.

I don't have guns.

- Yes, you do. - I use them as and when.

I don't keep them in stock.

So get me one.

No.

We had a deal.

I saw to my side of things.

Beautifully.

To the letter.

All that barefaced shit about Chris Oxley.

Yeah, so have I.

But this? No.

You knew I had a bit of business to sort out.

I didn't know that involved fixing that policewoman.

Right.

Well, this in't good.

All right.

OK.

Well...

...you do what you have to do.

I'm advising you not to.

I'm asking you not to.

But I'm not going to fall out with you, Tommy.

You do what you have to do. But there's no guns.

I need some cash.

Surroje will give you cash. I don't carry it.

Thanks, buddy.

No problem, Tommy.

Monday, yeah?

I'll be ready.

Fuck.

Am I coming in?

Sure.

Darius says I'm stopping here.

Sure.

You want beer?

Tobacco.

Where am I sleeping?

Gore.

Tea.

I need a phone.

I make food.

Yeah. But I need you to get me a telephone.

Sure.

No.

You get me telephone.

Sure.

You watch telly, take a shower, eat food.

Tomorrow, telephone.

Have you even got fucking Wi-Fi?

Yes.

I even got fucking Wi-Fi.

All right, Grandad.

Tomorrow morning.

First thing.

Telephone.

I'm just collecting Neil.

Just now. And then we're going to Nev's house.

Nev's house?

Yeah, I've just... I've just rung him,

I've spoken to him, and he said

we can stay there,

all of us, for as long as we need to.

What's up with that?

Nothing.

So can you tell Richard

to take Ryan up there, or do you want me to?

- No, I'll do it. - Right.

Er, it's just here, love.

I'll see you up there, then, yeah?

Right.

Right.

Ros is here.

I'll explain to her what's going on.

I don't think you should go.

Yeah.

On the other hand, it's not every day a journalist like me

gets a face-to-face with a turn like Darius Knezevic.

- Yeah. What if he knifes you? - I'm meeting him

in a public place. He's not going to knife me.

He's not going to knife me.

Ryan's here.

Something's happened.

We need to be serious.

So by all means, have a drink, but try not to go crazy, huh?

Tommy Lee Royce escaped from court

and there's an abduction risk

so I brought him here

until they sort out a safe house for him.

- A hotel. - You what?

Why?

It's safe for him here. Tommy Lee Royce...

...has no reason

to know anything about this house.

And you're telling me why?

- Because I have to go out. - How the hell

has he esca...?

What do you mean, you've got to go out?

Shan't be long. Two hours.

- Oh, you're kidding me. - It's work.

It's important.

It's on the other side of Halifax, so...

So you're making me a target

- for your... - Royce knows nothing

about this house.

I wouldn't leave him here if I didn't think it was safe.

Right.

I'm off. Shan't be long.

- Can I come with you? - No.

She's just going to get drunk.

Your granny said to just sit tight

until they've sorted out a safe house. All right?

Yeah, and you told her you were going to stay with me.

It's only Ros.

She's not going to bite you.

Hiya, mate. Er, I just live up there.

- Is that all right? - OK.

Dad!

Have you seen what's going on over the road?

- Police everywhere. - We reckon he's murdered her.

- Who's murdered who? - And her little girls.

That man. The fella with the Audi.

He's done her in.

That woman. That little woman.

How do you know? The little girls?

We don't. We're just guessing. But it's something.

Something's going on. The number of police there are.

How long have they been there?

No idea. We got in just after half past three

and it was all cordoned off, and it's just got busier.

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.

- What? - That's a hearse.

That black van is a hearse.

One of them private hearses are just going in.

One of those private hearses.

Count how many body bags

- they bring out. - Eww, gross.

Oh, my God, you ought to tell them about this morning, Dad.

- Yeah! - If he goes to prison

his insurance might not cough up.

Oh, I don't think...

- What insurance? - Dad had a prang.

I didn't have a prang! He went into the back of me.

- He did? - Yeah.

- He did? - Yeah.

Only because he speeded out so fast.

- Sped. - Spud.

When was this?

- This morning. - It was nothing.

- It was his fault. - Yeah.

Then he got all shirty Bertie.

- Did he? - Yeah.

We thought Dad was mincemeat.

You should tell the police that.

- Why? - If he was aggressive.

Why?

Because it might be relevant!

- How? - If he was angry

or, I don't know, distracted.

No, no, no, no, no.

We're not getting involved.

He was angry because

- he went into the back of me. - Yeah, because he might have

had a lot more on his mind than you realise.

Yeah, go on, Dad. Go tell 'em.

You might find something out.

She could have finished him off.

Bloody hell, his insurance definitely won't cough up then.

You wanna come away from that window.

We're not getting involved in anything tawdry like that.

If that is what it is.

And you don't know anyway, you haven't a clue.

SO come on, come away.

Oh, my God.

- Is that a news van? - Oh, where?

I bet this will be on the news

- tonight. - Yeah.

There's definitely something wrong.

You've done what?

- Left him with Ros. - Well, where are you?

Going to meet Darius Knezevic.

Tonight?

You are kidding me.

He's part of this.

There's no way Darius Knezevic in't part of this.

Tommy Lee Royce escaped on a bike.

He came out the back of that shop in Leeds

just like Bradley fucking Wiggins

on some £3,000 road bike.

- Oh. - I've seen the CCTV footage

in the incident room.

Officers on foot blithely racing past him.

- It's sickening. - I haven't given him

my real name. All right?

He'll have checked you out whatever name you gave him.

And if he has, he could know that you're Ryan's grandad,

and he could use you to help that bastard get to him.

I think you're paranoid.

Get home, Richard.

I might learn something.

If he has helped the bastard, I might learn something.

He's more likely to get intel out of you,

like where Ryan is.

- He won't. - Richard!

It'll be fine.

Right, tough guy. You knock yourself out.

Oh, here she is.

How have you gone on?

What's happening with

Joanna Hepworth? Have they charged him?

I don't know.

Not that I know of. What are you doing now?

I'm gonna pick Ryan up from where Richard's dumped him.

Take your radio. Take your PAVA spray.

Do not go back to your house under any circumstances.

Hey.

Where's the Waterhouse bar?

It's just down the stairs. Turn right, then

- through to the next room. - Thanks.

Oh, you're not Richard Allan, are you?

I am. Yeah.

We had a message for you

from . . . Darius?

To say sorry, but he's not going to make it.

He said to get in touch so you can reschedule.

Does that make sense?

Yeah, that's, er...

Yeah. Thanks.

Thank you.

Now what'?

He's cancelled.

He's not here.

Right. Well, I'd get home pretty damn fast if I was you

and pray Ryan's still there.

I think that's, er...

The news headlines tonight.

Yeah?

Trying to get hold of our Ryan,

but he's not answering his phone.

Can you put him on?

- And a convicted murderer... - Hold on.

...and sex offender escaped from Greater Leeds

Crown Court this afternoon.

Hang on.

Ryan?

Ryan!

What's going on?

Oh, he must have gone.

Gone?

Well, I locked this door, and it's unlocked now, so...

Yeah, I don't know.

When I went up to get changed, he must have gone.

I told him to stay put. I asked you to keep an eye on him!

Jesus Christ.

- I am not a baby-sitter. - You're not anything.

You're just a pissed-up, lightweight,

- empty-headed... - Right.

- Get out. - ...noo-noo.

- Where is he? - You know as much as me.

Do you know how serious this is?

9675 to Control.

9675, go ahead.

I've arrived at the location.

Ryan isn't here. Nobody seems to know where he is.

Could everybody be on the lookout for him?

He's in an Elm Wood Academy uniform

and a blue puffer jacket. Last seen at a known address.

This was a highly organised escape.

Tommy Lee Royce has strong links to Hebden Bridge

and the surrounding areas, so I'd like to ask

members of the public to be on the lookout

and to report any sightings to the incident room.

It's important not to approach the suspect,

who we believe may be dangerous,

but to call the police immediately.

Shall I switch it off?

If you have any information about Tommy Lee Royce...

Or do you want to see if it's on t'local news?

Leave it.

I'd also like to appeal directly to Tommy Lee Royce...

...to surrender himself

to a police station or call the incident room,

where Officer...

Ann!

Ann!

Who is it?

Ryan.

Can I come in?

Who have you got with you?

Nobody.

Does Catherine know where you are?

No-one's taken him.

He's left off his own bat

because he never wanted to be here in t'first place.

Yeah.

If you're looking for our Ryan, he's here.

He just turned up on our doorstep.

False alarm.

- We've found him. - Where is he?

Pillock. He's at Daniel's.

Is he all right?

No-one else wants me.

I can sleep on the floor in my sleeping bag.

Get my stuff from Clare and Neil's.

It won't take up much room.

You're staying at Nev's, apparently.

- Am I? - Is he?

Yeah. He's offered to put you all up.

Oh, right.

But after? Cos she doesn't want me living at home,

and you've got all this space, so...can I?

What makes you think you'd be any more welcome here

than you are at home?

If you're choosing to go visiting that prick.

I get it's...complicated.

- But he's me dad, so... - Yeah? Is it?

Shall I uncomplicate it for you?

Ann.

No, he needs to hear stuff.

Shall I tell you what your dad did to me?

No.

Oh, do you not want to hear that?

I know it was an abusive relationship with me mum.

- I get all that. - We're not talking

about relationships, Ryan.

He's a psychopath. He's incapable of relationships.

The only relationship he's got is with himself

inside his crippled little head.

What he did to your mum

was no nicer than what he did to me.

He raped her.

He violated her.

He traumatised her.

He probably said the same imbecilic, degrading,

humiliating things to her that he said to me.

He made her feel so wrong in herself

that ending her life became a desirable option.

Can you even start to imagine

- what that might feel like? - Ann...

- He's 16. - Yeah, well,

he says he loved her,

so it might be more complicated

- than you think. - He's a psychopath.

All love means to him is a weakness in other people

that he can use to exploit them with.

He forced her to have sex with him

when all she wanted to do was go home.

He impregnated her to humiliate her,

to belittle her, to degrade her,

to terrify her.

You weren't wanted.

You were very big-time, seriously not wanted.

You were a head fuck for everyone concerned.

And that's exactly what that piece of shit wanted.

Have you any idea what Catherine did for you?

How massive that was?

Your grandad walked out cos he couldn't stand it.

He wouldn't speak to her cos he couldn't stand it either.

And they were all going,

"Oh, put it in care. Put it up for adoption.

"Let social services have it."

- Ann! - She wouldn't.

She refused.

She was the only one big enough, decent enough

to take you on...

...despite what that sub-human, brain dead moron

did to her daughter.

And now he's using you.

And you're letting him.

He's using you for no other reason than to upset Catherine,

to twist the knife, because it amuses him.

He can't help it.

But trust me,

he does not give one shiny, tiny fuck about you.

He's incapable of it.

All right, fine.

I'll go sleep in a ditch.

Yeah.

Bye.

I'm not surprised everyone hated me.

Nobody hated you.

It was a situation we just...

None of us knew how to deal with it.

It in't like there's a blueprint

for something like that. You can't...

...look it up and get ten top tips on how to cope.

I was only 19.

I didn't know the first thing about anything.

And my dad, he...

He went really weird.

Taking himself off and...

And Mum was off her head.

Was she?

She said some really shitty things to me.

Did she?

Yeah.

But she didn't mean it.

It was just...a bad time.

And, yeah, when it came to you, she was adamant.

You know, "It's not his fault. It's not his fault."

It wasn't my fault.

That's right.

It wasn't your fault.

And I'm sorry that you've had to hear all this.

And I'm sorry that I wasn't...

...able to be better

and bigger for me mum at the time.

I went to see him because...

...I wanted to make my own mind up about him.

Then I didn't tell anyone because

I knew all this would kick off.

But I...

And I just wanted to work out

what I thought about him

without other people's opinions.

And what have you concluded?

I just... I feel sad for him.

That he was born like that.

Needing to be so nasty to people.

Is that your granny?

Hiya.

Right, I'd better get back to Ann.

Sure.

Right, well, er, phone me if...

...there's anything I can do.

"Ya-ta.

- Ta, love. - Bye.

Well, that was a bloody silly thing to do,

going AWOL when you know

everybody's going to be worried sick about where you are.

He shouldn'ta gone off. Shouldn't of left me

- with Ros. - Shouldn't have,

for fuck's sake.

Granny.

What?

I love you.

What's brought that on?

Nothing.

Right.

Come on.

Come on! Come in.

Oh, your lot came and dropped this off for you

- from your house and the flat. - Is that my games console?

Yeah. We gave them a list of stuff

to fetch for us.

You hUHQTY?

Yeah.

And a glass of wine?

No, thanks.

Clare and Neil are in the sitting room.

Hey.

- All right? - Are you all right?

Yeah.

You sure?

Do you know anything? Have they caught him?

No.

They want to talk to us.

- Your lot. - We're on a list.

Yeah.

Well, you will be. You visited him.

For some unfathomable fucking reason.

Nev was talking about flying us all out to Majorca.

Paying for us flights and letting us stop in his villa

for a couple of weeks.

Like a little holiday.

Just until they cop him.

You're the last person I'd go on holiday with, Clare.

You and that moron you spend your days with.

You and me have got nothing in common. You bore me.

You have this idiotic, dependent personality.

You let yourself be talked into doing something...

...so repugnant...

...and so offensive to me by him...

I mean, what is he, even?

He's nothing, he's nowt.

He's an empty vessel, a cipher. But then...

. . .SO are YOU.

So I guess that works.

Just keep an eye on Ryan. Oh, well,

or not, whatever. I've done me best for you,

all of you, so, you know, whatever.

I don't know.

Good luck.

I'm going back to work.

I don't want to be here.

That bastard's still out there

and I'm not just going to sit on me arse

watching fucking telly.

What have they said?

It's just questions - over and over and over.

I thought they must have arrested you

when it got to half past nine. I wish you'd rung.

Are the girls in bed?

No.

They're in there.

I'm not...

What?

I'm not going to ask you if you did it.

I didn't...do it.

I've had her parents on the phone saying all sorts,

and Poppy won't speak to me.

Hiya.

He says the last time

he saw Joanna alive was Monday morning

when he took her up a cup of tea in bed.

Did the girls see her that morning?

The last time either of them saw her was the night before.

They both separately said that Daddy

had taken Mummy a cup of tea the next morning,

but he'd told them not to disturb her

because she wasn't ready to get up yet.

What activity was there on her mobile that night?

None.

Last time she used her phone were on Saturday.

- Saturday? - But just to be clear,

this is like the cheapest phone you can buy.

I mean, she has literally used it for phone calls and texting.

She's not someone who first thing she does in the morning

is check her Twitter feed and her news apps.

The last text she sent were last Friday, to him,

and the last phone call she made were on Saturday,

also to him.

Then nothing till Sergeant Cawood left a voicemail

about her forensic results,

followed by the flurry of phone calls from him,

Rob, on Monday tea-time,

when he's got back and found her missing.

We won't get the full report

off the pathologist till tomorrow.

Postmortem, well, that's still going on,

but so far it looks like

blunt-force trauma to the head is the cause of death.

Then SOCO have found evidence of blood all over the house.

But...

...before we start jumping to conclusions

about the husband having done it,

I want to know who was supplying Joanna with diazepam.

Why did she lie to Sergeant Cawood

about finding diazepam behind some toilets in a pub?

- Faisal? - Hmm?

- You all right? - Yeah.

Dad?

Ryan?

— Hiya. — IS it you?

Yeah.

Are you on your own?

Yeah. Where are you?

Where are you?

Nowhere.

You're not telling me.

I can't. Where are you?

I'm all right.

Are you really on your own?

Yes.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you?

How'd you know my gamer tag?

You told me.

A998 ago.

Do you not remember?

Well, kind of.

Yeah. I memorised it.

You were on t'news.

Was I?

What did they say?

Only that you'd escaped on a bike and they'd lost you.

What's the latest?

Not to approach you

because you might be armed and dangerous.

Are you?

I were very pleased to see you in court.

I didn't know you were gonna do that.

Yeah.

Is that why you wanted me there?

Yeah.

To see it?

Yeah.

What do you think?

What are you gonna do?

Were you not impressed, Ryan?

What are you gonna do?

- What's up? - I'm worried about you.

You don't need to worry about me.

- What are you gonna do? - Didn't you think it were...?

Are you armed and dangerous?

I were shitting my'sen.

Till I got out of that back door and onto that bike,

I were all fingers and thumbs.

And then. . .nothing.

Just floated away.

Gearing on them new bikes is like poetry.

Police running past me in t'opposite direction.

And then when I got out past Bradford, up onto t'tops...

Ah, it just...

...fed my soul.

All that light and oxygen and air.

What are...?

What are we gonna do?

Well...

...I've got some ideas.

Are you in Halifax?

No matter where I am,

what matters is...

...the future.

Yeah. So what are we gonna do?

Well...

...what I'd like...

...is for you and me to spend some time together.

Yeah, but if you're armed and dangerous,

they're gonna shoot you.

I'm not armed.

And I'm only dangerous when I have to be.

When people start behaving like wankers.

So what's t'plan?

Oh, I wish I could see ya.

Well, I'm not allowed out.

Who says?

The police.

- Are you at home? - No!

I'm not. I'm not allowed anywhere near home.

- Why? - Why do you think?

What do they think I'm gonna do?

Do they think I'm gonna hurt you?

No. They think you're gonna abduct me.

Why would they think that?

You visit me. We're mates.

Dunno, but they do.

What are you gonna do?

Look, I've got this chance.

To get abroad.

And if you wanted...

you... you could come with me.

Yeah, but I can't.

I've got my GCSEs in May.

You don't need those.

Turns out I do.

If I want to get an apprenticeship,

I have to get me maths and me English.

Well, I know a fella...

...who can set us up in Marbella.

House, car,

money, job.

What do you think of that?

Ryan?

- Yeah. - So...

So do you wanna come wi' me?

Think about it.

But we have to be ready to go on Monday. All right?

So I know right now...

...you might be thinking

it's mad, but if you dwell on it,

you might start to see that it could be...

...an opportunity-

An adventure...

...for us.

Yeah, OK.

OK, you'll do it?

No, no. Yeah, OK, I'll think about it.

Good.

That's good.

I do love you, you know.

You're all I've got.

You're all I've ever had.

Didn't even know you for long enough.

Shall we talk like this again tomorrow?

Yeah.

Think about it.

Think about it.

And we'll talk like this tomorrow, yeah?