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Mind your backs.

Yeah, it's, er...

Feels like it's about
three, four feet up,

just on or past the smoke shelf.

Could it be a squirrel or a rat?

Feels way bigger than that.

We had a fox up
one the other day.

Must've got right up on
to the roof and then...

Oh, my Christ.

'All we do' by oh wonder

♪ All we do is hide away

♪ all we do is all
we do is hide away

♪ all we do is lie in wait

♪ all we do is all
we do is lie in wait

♪ I've been upside down

♪ I don't wanna be
the right way round

♪ can't find paradise
on the ground. ♪

Sir?

Sorry, miles away.
Er, how much was that?

Phone rings 4.80, please.

Excuse me.

Hey, Fran. 'Hey, boss.'

I've just had a call
from hammersmith Nick,

who have found suspected
human remains on their patch.

'Right.' found in a chimney flue.
Think they've been there a while.

Ok. Er, text me the address,
I'll be right there.

Should I call dci James?

Oh, yeah, wow, it's today, isn't
it? Er, yeah, I guess you should.

'Ok. I'll see you there
in an hour, then?'

ok, good stuff. Thanks, Fran.

I didn't mean to tell
you like this, Jess.

Oh... you had a plan?

No, I mean... children

who?

Doesn't matter who. Oh,
it does, does to me.

Doorbell chimes magda!

It's her day off. Do
you want me to...?

No.

No.

Kids? She clears her throat

children giggle come
on. Got everything?

Susan's here. Hey,
Susan. There you go.

All right, they're ready.
See you later, lads.

You're a life-saver.
I'll see you Thursday.

Love to Tim. Bye, boys!

I literally start my
new job in 54 minutes.

How could you do this?
I'm really sorry.

But like I said, love,
it wasn't planned.

Don't fucking call me "love".

Ok. Well, erm...

I've gotta go, or
I'll miss my train.

- You're not still going?
- Oh, I've gotta go.

- It's a massive client.
- No.

You need to tell me who,
and you need to tell me why.

I'll call you this evening.
No. You're not going.

Please... you're not going.

Jess, Jess...! You
owe me that at least!

Jess, Jess, please let me go.

I'll call you this evening.

I'm really sorry.

Hm! Six kisses.

But four hugs today.
What's the rate again?

Two hugs to one kiss today,

so actually, you're two
up on the deal, fella.

I'm up on the deal.

So, if you look here, it's
hard to make stuff out clearly,

but that mass you're
looking at there...

Is about... here, sitting
on the smoke shelf.

Why don't we just
take the breast off?

Oh, morning, ma'am.

Morning. Nice to see you again.

Er, this is ds... can
we take this wall off?

We're not taking
the breast down.

Sorry, who are you?

The man who owns the
room you're standing in.

Right, well, sorry, but I
own this scene now, so...

I mean, is there a way
of getting the body out

and keeping it intact
without removing the wall?

Not guaranteed, no.

Ok. Better get some acrows
up, then. Hang on, can we...?

- Where's the body part?
- Over here, ma'am.

Hey, hey! Let go! No!

Help, help! Leave it.

Fucking bitch, man! Man: Oi!

So, obviously, the footage already
suggests there's more up there,

but also this.

These are bite marks.

My guess is that's how the
leg came to be separated.

Bite marks from...?
Rats, I'd guess.

Right. So, first
glance, it is small.

Adult small or child
small? Could be a child.

Ok. So, obvious question,
could it be victorian?

That's the "obvious" question?

Well, child in a
victorian chimney?

Dick Van dyke's little
brother, you mean?

Just a thought.

Ok, erm, do you want a
lift back to the Nick?

We could talk, yeah?

Got a couple of
questions, if you don't mind. Yeah.

He had a mask, he
had his hood up.

That's it. She's in.

And you completed when?
Er, about two months ago.

Ok. And the previous
owners? Er, developer.

He was gonna turn
it into some flats,

but he went bankrupt
cos of covid.

Right. He'd bought
in a probate sale.

Ok. Some long-running family
will dispute, I think.

By the time I got it, it had been
unoccupied for maybe five years.

And was it secure, do you know,

during that time when
it was unoccupied?

I don't know.

One of the neighbours said something
about squatters at some point,

but you'd need to speak to them.

Sorry, I, er, sort of
forgot you were there.

Why, thank you

listen, erm, di Khan.

All I wanted to say was that...

I am aware of the
boots that I'm filling,

and I sincerely hope to do her,
and all of her team, justice.

Yeah, of course.

Large bottle of vladvosa,
please, boss, and 40 reds.

Here you go. Machine beeps

So, this is it. Erm, obviously,
it's been cleared of all her, erm...

Well, we've already had
two interim dcis here,

so there shouldn't
be too many ghosts.

So, I thought we'd have a
proper briefing with the team

once we got the body out and
know what we're dealing with.

Sounds good. But,
full disclosure...

I don't intend to run this
team like she did. Ok.

I mean, this, this has
obviously become the go-to team

for historical cases
now, which is great,

but these cases have hoovered up
ridiculous amounts of resources

that I believe could be
better spent elsewhere.

Right.

As does superintendent
Andrews, I should say.

So if this body does turn
out to be, erm, your "sweep",

or 30 years old, maybe even 20, I'm
afraid I'd give it minimal time.

I'd rather we spend our
always limited resources

on murders that happened today.

Obviously, I would advocate
that we can do both.

That two opposing ideas can
co-exist in the same world.

In the same ideal
world, yeah, maybe,

but, erm, we don't live
in an ideal world, do we?

We live in a shitty one.

Is there anything else?

Er, not for now, no. Thanks.

'Hi, I'm sorry I can't take your
call. Please leave a message.'

Tony! Never had you down
as a "grauniad" man.

No-one's more surprised
than me, rash.

How are you?

I was rather hoping you'd
tell me. Come on through.

So, if this is a secondary,
given my history...

What's the likelihood
there are, in fact...

Multiple growths?

Every case is
different, of course.

But, yes, it's possible.

Percentages?

I don't want to talk
about percentages, Tony.

We're getting
ahead of ourselves.

We still need more
scans, and then we'll...

We'll see where we are then.

Service!

Table six. I am so sorry.

If you haven't booked,
we're totally full tonight.

Two Chana dal, one mushroom
raclette, one akara.

Next available Saturday night
is looking like June now.

Here you go.

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you. Bye.

Cheers. We'll see
you again soon, yeah?

How was that? How is it ever?

Don't know how you do it.

Do you want to do ten
minutes on tomorrow?

Nope. Please?

Can do it in the car on the way
up. It's a three-hour drive.

It'd just be so nuts to go
unprepared, though, you know.

It's you they'll wanna
hear talk anyway.

I'm just the talent, darling.

I mean... maybe
all she's saying is that

if you do have to prioritise,

and I guess, sadly,
these days, you do...

Maybe it's better to be living
in the here and now a bit more.

'Not looking back so much.'
Well, I don't like her.

Er, they've got the
body out. I'll drive.

Gotta go. 'Are you still
good for dinner tonight?'

er, yeah.

'Cos then I'm away on the
team jolly for two nights.'

yep, sure. 'Seven thirty?'
Yeah, see you then. Love you.

Shit!

All right? All right, boss?

Cheers, man.

Stupid question, I'm sure...

It is female? It is.

Any obvious signs of
trauma to the body?

Again, it's hard to say yet.
It wasn't easy getting her out,

and I need to try and work
out what damage is what.

What about age, roughly?

The cartilage I can see on
the leg has turned to bone,

so she's older than late 20s,
and again, from what I can see,

there's no evidence of
arthritic degeneration,

so I'd guess somewhere
between 30 and... maybe 60?

Obviously, dental tests will
give me a more accurate picture.

She's small for an
adult. She is. Tiny.

No more than 4'9,
4'10, I'd guess.

Wearing any underwear? No.

And there were no
shoes, no socks?

Nothing else on her at
all, for ID purposes.

DNA comparison's gonna be hard
too. The tissue's very degraded.

And this discolouration
on her dress is what?

It's body fluids,
I guess, and soot.

From a fire, or from
the sides of the flue?

Very uneven. If it were from a
fire, I'd expect it to be all over.

Is the owner around?

Er, yeah, he's...

Erm, mr Bradley?

Hi. Hi. When I came earlier,

there were some battening marks
on the chimney breast. Yes.

And was it like that when
you bought it, or...?

No, no, the whole breast
was covered in plasterboard.

We exposed the fireplace.

Ok. Thanks.

Thanks.

What are you thinking? Dunno.

Just wondering if the plasterboard
was specifically put up

to make sure no-one
ever looked up there.

By whoever put her up there.

Yeah. Would explain why
there's not more soot on her.

And so then I'm
thinking... building regs.

My husband works
in construction,

so I know regulations
change with the wind,

and then I'm wondering if we might
be able to date the plasterboard

based on its
chemical components.

Yeah, that's a good shout.

So, yeah, let's, erm,
try and date the board,

and if it's cheap and easy,
the same with the dress,

cos that looks old
to me. Phone rings

like, '30s, '40s old.

And then hopefully,
if we can prove that,

we can get her off
the books quickly.

Thanks, guys.

Hi, mum, yeah, just
hang on one sec.

Hiya. Hi, love. I've
just got your message.

Everything ok? Er,
not really, no.

My dirt bag husband's
been having an affair.

Er, ask kaz to find out all the
owners going back to... the war?

Salut!

Cher?

In 'ere.

Did you get it?
Yeah. And some food.

Well, the menus will be on their
desks already when they walk in,

so they can look at them while I'm
doing the general hello and intro.

Sorry, remind me when I set up?

Dave, I've literally
just been through that.

The pitch is at
one... yeah, I know.

But we're allowed in
the room from 12. Got it.

And don't forget, you've
got a haircut at nine.

I won't forget.

And these... yeah, all right.

I just need you
to play your part.

I will.

I promise. I will.

And has he rung back?

Briefly.

He had a dinner meeting.

He said he didn't want to
talk about it on the phone,

and we'd discuss it
properly when he got back.

Like we were discussing whether to
buy a new bloody sofa or something.

Jess sighs have you
told your sister?

Maybe she could come
and stay for a few days.

Yeah, I left a message, but
she hasn't rung back yet.

I mean, what am I gonna do, mum?

You know, I'm not... I'm not
the type of person who can...

Forgive this sort of crap.

I don't know, maybe...
Maybe I can forgive it,

but I certainly can't forget it.

Which means we'll...

Never be able to get
back to any kind of normal.

Even if he wanted to, which
I'm not even sure he does,

judging by this morning.

Which means we're done.

Yeah.

What I thought was my...

Totally normal, happy marriage

until ten hours ago is over.

Just like that.

And if it is, if this really is it,
I think... I'm gonna have to resign.

Get something more nine-to-five,
less pressured, or...

Take leave or
something. I just...

First time in my life I...

Don't know what to do.

It was a two-and-a-half
very unhappy years, mum.

'Rubbish. And why on
earth you resigned...'

I kinda think I'm best-placed
to know how I felt.

After three years at uni,

and god knows how many
thousands of pounds...

Ok, can we move on, please?
Cos, you know, touchy subject.

How's, er, how's dad,
how was the trip? 'Good.'

he's home now, but
everyone was fine.

'Your uncle's moving back,
apparently.' What, to krakow?

Wants a nice Polish girl.

He's 59. 'On which subject...'

amazingly, I'm still
single. Just like yesterday.

'I've spoken to your
father about this,

'and, erm, well, we both think we
know where you're going wrong.'

bliss. Off you go, then.
I could do with a kip.

'I think you need to
be more realistic.'

so, Tony hume serving
now to stay in the match.

Agh!

Well played, young man.
You too... old man.

But I shall be demanding a
rematch, so better get practising.

What are you like?

Show me a good loser, and
I'll show you a loser, Yasmin.

Mm-hm!

Oh, erm, I'll call you on the
application for funding this week.

Ok. Having a drink with a
mate who vets them Tuesday,

so, er, fingers crossed, huh?

Here we are. Not hungry.

You got to eat, Cher, man. You
haven't eaten since Monday.

Oh, where's the
rest of the gear?

Not until you've
eaten something.

Cher?

Oh, Christ sake, Cher,
man. How much you taken?

Cher, wake up, wake up!

'Emergency service.' I need
an ambulance, please, fast.

I think my
girlfriend's overdosed.

Fuck! Fuck!

Hello?

'Sal, I'm so sorry.'
What happened?

I was working late on the case.
I forgot my phone in the car.

I'm really sorry. 'Right.'

what did you cook?

Nothing special.

There's a bowl for you in the
fridge if you're still hungry.

'Definitely. I'm
leaving right now.'

yeah, I will be asleep.

'I've got that Leeds thing tomorrow,
seven o'clock train, so, erm...'

yeah, yeah, of course, of
course. Er... I'm sorry again.

No problem. I love
you. 'Love you too.'

So, the main label says
"delmuir", which I've researched,

and which was a fairly well-known
couture label just after the war.

Right.

Er, yeah, had a shop in
Kensington from 1946 to 1962,

till they went out of business.

Ok. Er, sorry... you
said "main label"?

Yeah, there's another smaller label
on the hem which... says "shaper".

And that's what, a sub
brand, or a line, or...?

'Yeah, I guess.'

ok. Just check out that
small label, will you, Fran?

Ok, good work.

So, erm, it looks like the
dress is from the '40s or '50s.

And the plasterboard?
Still waiting on that.

Ok. Sorry, you were saying?

Yes, so, no obvious
cause of death as yet.

Hope to get more
when I open her up.

In terms of her age, good
few teeth are missing,

but dentine thickness suggests
an age somewhere between

late 20s and early 40s.

Wasn't it unusual,
even back then,

for someone so young to
have lost so many teeth?

Not particularly.

No fluoride in the water, poor
dental hygiene, poverty...

And height? 4'10 ", 4'11".

Could that be poverty?
Malnourishment, I mean.

There's no signs of
that in the bones,

and there does seem to be very
little subcutaneous tissue,

even taking into account
the postmortem changes,

so I'd say she
was pretty skinny.

And ethnicity?

No clear indicators, I'm afraid.

In terms of more specific ID,

we could possibly
retrieve fingerprints

with some new hydration techniques
the labs have developed.

They're quite pricey,
but... erm, I'm sorry.

I'm just gonna stop you right there.
I mean, obviously, we can revisit

once we get the
plasterboard results,

but if they confirm we are looking
at a body from 70 or 80 years ago,

we're not gonna be
retrieving fingerprints.

Ok. Agreed?

Absolutely. Though one
thing I would throw in...

Could the dress be vintage buy?

It's quite a thing
these days, apparently.

Mm! Big on your vintage,
are you? No, just...

What's, er, what's the
name of the officer

handling the plasterboard tests?

That's ds boulting, ma'am.

Ok, maybe I'll chase that one
myself, but thanks for now, guys.

Sorry, one last detail.

She has a c-section scar.

Oh!

Yeah, it's slightly concealed by
her position, but that there...

Is the edge of a caesarean scar.

Right.

So if the dress is, say, 1950s,

and she had a kid in her
mid-20s in the 1930s,

then, conceivably, her
child could still be alive.

Ok, useful to know. Thank you.

All I am asking,
all I wanna know is,

are you still seeing her?

'I'm just gonna
say the same thing, Jess.'

can we speak tomorrow,
properly, when I'm back?

I don't want to speak
when you're back. I...

Jess, your signal is terrible,
you keep cutting out.

'This is not the way to do
this.' You know what? No.

I mean it, you either...
You tell me now,

or you don't come
back. 'Jessie. Jess...'

I mean it, Steve,
this is a dick move,

so you either tell me now, if it's
over with whoever this women is,

or you'll find a suitcase on the
doorstep when you do come back.

Steve?

Steve? Disconnection tone

Ok. Best vegan dish I
think I've ever tasted.

Thank you. And this
is not just a one-off.

I've eaten there maybe
more than a dozen times,

and every meal has
been good as this one.

So, look, we're interested.
You did a great presentation.

Bele, you'd done your homework
on us, on the business.

Like your branding.
I like you... both.

The big question is,
can we scale you?

My worry is that what
we most like about you,

the food, the brand,
the unique feel,

is innately tied to the fact that
you are a tiny little business

doing 30 covers on a busy night.

Would it work doing 3,000
a night over ten sites?

Well, we think it would.
Good. We think that if you...

And what do you think, Dave?

Well, he agrees and... can
we just let Dave answer?

I don't underestimate
how hard it'll be

to recreate some of
what we do at scale.

My sort of food is lab our
and ingredient-intensive,

and that costs, so...

So, yeah, it-it is a challenge.

But one that we feel we
can and will overcome.

Indeed. Because,
let me tell you,

we've both overcome
so much more than that

to get here today, so,
please, believe in us.

We do.

'The rather painful
truth is that the electorate

'in very many
western democracies

'have now become entirely
disengaged from politics.

'They no longer believe the system
can positively influence their lives

'and instead view politicians
simply as figureheads,

'as vague representations of,
often, their baser instincts.'

'and so the idea a prime
minister would ever need to offer

'any kind of moral
leadership these days,

'well, it's for the
birds, I'm afraid.'

I was just being honest.

No-one is interested
in honesty, David!

People are interested in passion,
in self-belief, in ambition.

They wanna know that, of
course it's gonna be hard,

but that we 100% believe that
it is totally achievable.

Look, just lie for Christ
sake, like the rest of us.

Sorry, I obviously don't
find it as easy as you do.

Oh, hilarious I wasn't joking.

It's like you, you don't
even want to be successful.

We already are successful, bele.

What I don't share is your
desire to make everything bigger!

Oh, that certainly explains
why you lived in a fucking tent

when I met you. Classy

and why I had to bankroll
you for the last three years.

You've had to bankroll
me? Sure you have

are we not allowed to
mention all the times...?

Shut the fuck up! Bele! Bele!

I will not be
spoken to like that!

I'll crash the fucking
car, for god...

Argh! Tyres screech

car horn beeps David!

David! What are you doing?!

David, please!

So, our spinster of the
parish, Hazel dunmore, died...

Er, 2015.

And bought the house in 1979,
from John and Mary garton.

Yeah, who were the polar opposite.
They raised five kids there.

And they in turn bought
the house in 1947.

So, er, if we're saying the dress
is late '40s, earliest... mm.

Let's leave out anyone
before the gartons.

I mean... obviously,
anything's possible, but...

Having a woman in a chimney
in a house with five kids

doesn't seem like a
likely a scenario.

Yeah, but ditto our spinster.

True, although... Jess:
What are you doing?

Er, just going through the
history of the house, ma'am.

Why?

The dress was
'40s. We know that.

Well, we know it was
made in the 1940s.

Doesn't necessarily mean that...

And the plasterboard was made
sometime between 1951 and 1967.

I just got the results.

Right.

This isn't therapy, di Khan. This
isn't your chance to somehow...

Look, I don't know, I am very
sorry for the woman who died,

but it was at least
55 fucking years ago,

probably more, so
the case is closed.

As of now.

What'd you do that for, man?
I've told you so many times.

Sorry. Let me tell you
how much you can have.

You ain't got a clue, Cher.

Come on, let's
get you home, huh?

Listen, I'm not excusing
will's behaviour at all.

It's bad manners, apart
from anything else,

but I do also find myself
asking why these young ladies

drink so much.

Maybe I should have a word
with him. And the school.

Their response needs
to be proportionate.

Tea? Mm.

Everything ok? Yes,
fine, just a bit tired.

Sorry.

It wasn't "shaper", it
was "snaper". Sorry?

The other label on the
victim's dress. I had it...

Go on.

I had it stuck
through a spectrograph,

and it's actually "snaper".

And snaper & co is a vintage
shop that opened in early 2010.

No... just come from there. They
confirmed that is their label.

Here's the zinger.

Did a search on their website
and found the actual dress.

The actual dress? Yep.

It's the only delmuir
one they've ever had,

and it sold for 29.99 at
their portobello store

in early June 2016.

How was it paid for?

Debit card.

So unless someone
redressed a corpse,

our victim died no more
than six years ago.

Then I'd say it's game on.

Game on indeed.

Call the bank, see if they can
identify these card details.

And, Fran... you're a
star, a bloody star.

'Hey, bele, how are you doing?'

I'm gonna have a drink, Jen.

I'm gonna have a large
vodka, and then another one,

and that's... that's
just how it is.

'Right.

'And if that's what you think
you need to do, go for it.

'Just before you do,

'have you got five minutes
to tell me what's happened?'

I hit him again.

I hit him really hard!

So, how do we explain
the plasterboard, then?

I've no idea, but that's part of
the job description, isn't it?

I mean, obviously, the bit that you
had tested was from 50 years ago,

but maybe they put a new bit
over the original opening.

I mean, from what I can
remember from the house,

the board was in a thousand
pieces on the floor.

Maybe you just picked the wrong
bit. Mm. So it was my fault, was it?

It's nobody's
"fault", dci James.

Just... just the way
it goes sometimes.

But we move forward now, yes?

I mean, six years...

Did you apply for
this job, di Khan?

No.

But they offered it
to me, multiple times.

In fact, they fucking begged me.