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Four months, not a foot wrong.

Now, that is a tight ship.

All stakeouts are the same.
A test of faith.

Maybe Bekir's just here
for the cooking, guv?

I don't know about you,

but I could chew me
own hand off.

My shout, guv.

I'm not taking charity
off you, Harty.

You haven't seen your kids
all weekend.

Bag of chips
is the least I can do.

Colin?

Colin!

WOMAN: So, you were sleeping
up there and you saw
someone come down?

My money says
multiple stab wounds.

-My money says...
-Wait until the PM? Never.

Okay.

As you're in a betting mood,

what about time of death?

Entomological analysis
outside of laboratory
conditions?

You like living
on the edge, right?

Come on. Give me a window.

All right.

Some evidence of blowfly eggs.

I'd say she died
in the last 24 hours.

Twenty-four hours isn't really
a window, is it?

-More like an entire day.
-Well...

I don't know about
the time of death,

but she was dumped
two hours ago.

DS Sally Kirchner.

-Jack Hodgson.
-Nikki Alexander, hi.

-Hi.
-JACK: Two hours. Says who?

Uh... Martin Carrisford.
The wild man of West Heath.

Saw a man dumping the case,
precisely 4:10 a.m.

Tall, white, 30 to 40,
maroon hooded top,
with white drawstrings.

A sweetener might
not be a bad idea.

SALLY: Help guarantee
an E-FIT from him.

It'll be 50 quid well spent.

The body appears to be
that of a young female.

The victim has been pressed
into a suitcase

and subsequently
submerged in water.

A ring...

...on her right
index finger...

Is her only jewellery.

Maybe the killer
removed other pieces

and he couldn't get that off
because her fingers
are swollen.

JACK: It's possible.

We'll swab the ring for DNA.

Looks like traces of sand
or rock sediment in her hair.

Possibly moss.

That's an umbilical cord.

The victim...

The victim appears
to have been

in an advanced
state of pregnancy.

There is a transverse incision
cut low on her abdomen.

A crude caesarean
appears to have been performed

shortly before or after
the victim's death.

THOMAS:
I have removed the placenta,
which was left in situ.

NIKKI:
What's its general condition?

THOMAS: Shows no signs
of abnormality or trauma.

Weight of the placenta
is generally

one seventh the weight
of the baby itself.

This placenta is...

...500g, suggesting
the baby's weight
is 3.5 kilograms.

That's around
seven pounds 11 ounces.

The baby's full-term
and healthy?

There's absolutely nothing
to suggest this baby

wasn't removed safely.

DNA from the placenta
has given us a partial match

with a Simon Turner.

Done for drink-driving
back in 2009.

SALLY: I like the sound
of him already.

Simon Turner?

That's me. What's this about?

I don't think
I've seen her before.

You don't think so?

Well, I mean, it's hard
to judge from this.

Have you got
any other pictures?

None of her alive, no.
Have another look.

You said the DNA
was only a partial
match to mine.

Well, we couldn't get
a full match from
the placenta.

But the partial match alone
suggests the baby is yours.

Well, "suggests" is not
a very scientific word.

You're quite right.

We'd have to isolate
the paternal alleles within

the baby's STR loci and
compare them to your DNA
profile to be certain.

Is that scientific
enough for you?

This is
a murder investigation,
Mr Turner.

Honesty really is
your best defence.

Her name is Alice Preston.
Was Alice Preston.

Where and when
did you and Alice meet?

Belfast. My stag do.

Explain that to your wife,
did you?

I'm sure she was sympathetic.

When did you know
you got Alice pregnant?

Simon?

Can I talk to you
for a minute?

Yeah.

ALICE: I've given it a lot
of thought and...

I don't want to keep the baby.

Okay. Fair enough.

Problem is...

My dad won't pay
for the termination.

Because I'm from
Northern Ireland,

I can't get an abortion
on the NHS.

Not for free.

Otherwise,
I wouldn't be bothering you.

SIMON: No, no.

You're not bothering me.

I mean, it was hardly
an immaculate
conception, was it?

No.

So, in a nutshell,

you want me to pay
for the abortion?

Yes. Please.

SALLY: You gave her the money?

The next day. And that
was the last time I saw her.

Did Alice say where
she planned to
have the termination?

She was staying at
a B&B on Highbury Corner.

She said she'd
seen a clinic nearby.

Okay? That's it. Are we done?

Tell us more about Alice.
Her background, her character?

Come on, it was
a drunken shag,

not Wuthering Heights.

Right, well, I'll get these.

Nazar boncugu.

Gesundheit.

Your Turkish not what it was?

I have let it slide
since Google Translator.

-Means "evil eye".
-Mmm-hmm.

Rooted in
Turkish superstition.

JACK: Okay?

Idea is, some people
have power in their looks
that can harm others

and this gives protection.

Doesn't look like
it worked for her.

So, 18-year-old Alice Preston
was reported missing

by her father William
eight months ago.

Northern Irish police
are relaying the news.

He didn't even
ask about his baby.

Now that we've alerted him,
we need to lock this down.

I need to search his place.

You're still here?

Simon Turner,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion
of the murder
of Alice Preston.

-What?
-You do not have
to say anything

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention...

SIMON: I told you, I don't...

MAN: I'll get it, sweetheart!

Simon, what's going on?

This is a mistake.
This is nonsense!

-Simon would never do that.
-Well, he's already admitted

to having relations
with the deceased.

Relations? Let me
speak to him.

Katie, I would be much happier
if you would sit down.

Could you show us
a birth certificate?

Give us a chance!
My daughter only gave birth
two days ago.

NIKKI: What about a name?
MR BEALE: Name?

NIKKI: What's your
granddaughter's name?

MR BEALE: Well, they
haven't settled
on one yet.

Dad, they won't let me
speak to Simon.

SALLY: I'm sorry, Katie,
we need to...

We need to place your baby
with emergency foster parents,

until we can ascertain
her parentage by DNA.

Don't tell me
you can waltz in here

without a court order
and take a child!

Mr Beale,
according to Section 46
of The Children Act,

we have a duty of
care to the child.

A newborn baby
has been abducted

and your son-in-law
is a suspect
in a murder investigation.

This is crazy!

Do you know how long
I have wanted this baby?

Dad?

Dad!

-Give her to me.
-No. No!

You're all mad!

Katie...

Look at me.

The sooner we get
this over with,

the sooner
she'll be back in your arms.

You have my word.

No! No!

Katie, Katie...

Where are you taking her?

No!

Please! She's my baby! No!

Gulse.

I know. I'll call him again.

You'd better find him
before I do, hmm?

So, we found blood
on your coffee table.

-That's my blood.
-SALLY: Your blood?

Yes.

I tripped, fell, gave
myself a nosebleed

celebrating our new arrival,
and I had a few too many.

Really?

Well, my client's excessive
alcohol consumption
is a matter of record.

Look.

You've destroyed my marriage.

You've ruined the memory
of the birth of my child.

Please, can I go?

I have some fences to mend.

-Sit down.
-I did not kill Alice Preston!

As far as I know, she had
the termination and was
back in Belfast.

-Sit down.

Let's talk again about your
movements between
noon and midnight.

-Your eyesight
all right, Martin?
-My eyesight's fine.

JACK: DNA results
for the coffee table
are back, Nikki.

Oh. Don't tell me.

Simon Turner's blood.

That's not a surprise?

No. Martin Carrisford
didn't pick him out.

He's got an alibi
for the window
when Alice died.

-What?
-Nothing. I'm just...

-JACK: Hello.
-I went after Turner,
hammer and tongs.

It turns out he's
probably innocent.

Yeah. Okay, thanks.

DNA's back.

The child you removed from
Katie and Simon Turner's home

-is their baby.
-Yeah.

NIKKI: So where is
Alice Preston's baby?

You want the good news
or the better news?

-Oh, bring it on.
-I located the only clinic

in spitting distance
of Highbury Corner.

Alice Preston
was a prospective patient.

-Have we had
the better news yet?
-When Alice pulled out,

the clinic called to get
a current address to
send her deposit cheque.

Not the hostel
on Highbury Corner?

-An estate off Green Lanes.
-JACK: Green Lanes...

The hub of the
Turkish community.

Nazar...

BOTH: Boncugu.

Jack!

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Don't worry. No damage.

As you were.

DI Brooke.

Jack Hodgson,
forensic scientist.

The guy I was chasing,

he just fled a murder scene.

A murder scene on my patch
and this is the first
I'm hearing of it?

What is the world coming to?

We found some dark
varnished wood chips
in the victim's scalp

that are a visual match
to that trunk.

-Slipped and fell?
-NIKKI: I think
struck and fell.

She had a fresh abrasion
over her eye.

Void area in the blood
suggests that she fell
and lay here.

Fits with striking
her head on the chest.

And I recovered a bloody pair
of tights over there,

roughly where her feet
would've lain.

The killer undresses her
and then cuts the baby out?

Ante-mortem? Post-mortem?

Can't say yet.

Perimortem?

But if she was dead,
it was only by a few minutes.

All the blood.

What are the baby's chances?

Good, if it was removed
from the mother

less than 20 minutes
after she died.

-DS Kitchener.
-It's Kirchner.

Kirchner.

Like the German painter.

-So I'm told, yes.
-I think I might
have found the...

One second, Jack.

We need a full four-square
search for this baby,

emanating from this room.

Now, call DS Jim Willings.

Yes, sir.

I think I might've found
the means of excision.

The killer used a knife
to remove the baby
and then took it with him.

Him?

Yes, him.
You saw how fast
he was running.

Didn't see him
packing a knife.

Or a baby.

Call it a working theory.

Not your job to
have theories, Jack.

Facts. Physical evidence.

That's what
we look to you for.

JACK:
Can I ask you a question?

You can ask.

What were you doing here?

I mean,
before you ran into me?

I run the Drugs Squad
out of the local nick.

And, right now,
they're cooking up crack over
at Shakespeare House.

So, go and arrest them.

They'd never let me in.

They're rude bastards
like that.

Is this the guy you chased?

I had him, Nikki.

I bloody had him.

Alice Preston's blood
is loaded with a rare
hallucinogen, called 2CB.

A synthetic white powder,
similar effects to LSD.

-Class A?
-Very much so.

We've only seen it
on these shores
the past couple of years.

Side effects include,
but are by no
means restricted to,

headaches, sickness,
psychotic syndromes...

-I didn't find anything
in her stomach contents.
-Mmm.

And I ran tox
on a hair sample.
It was clean.

-She wasn't
a drug user herself.
-But?

But it's possible
she was a drugs mule.

-She was eight and
a half months pregnant!
-And?

She chose to keep this baby.
Why would she risk
its life and hers?

It's just a theory, Nikki.

The drugs got into her,
one way or another.

I saw from the PM reports
her vagina wasn't examined.

Well, at that point,
I had no...

You had no cause to,
I understand.

I found this cling film
embedded in her vaginal wall.

Hi.

NURI ON PHONE:
Mum, is Bekir there?

No. He's out there
looking for you.

I don't have it.
Tell him I don't have it.

Then, tell him yourself.

Mum, he killed Alice.

Nine months pregnant
and he killed her, like that.

Mum, did you hear what I said?

He's evil.
You can't be with him!

Your cousin takes care
of the business.

Commands respect.
He's not a junkie, like you.

I'm clean, Mum.

I've been clean

since I got out,
you know that!

Where is the package?
That's all that
I need to know.

I don't have it.

Then, you're dead.

I'm getting out, Mum.

I'm getting out.

I mean, out of the country.

He'll find you.

Wherever you go,
he'll find you.

I need my passport, Mum.

Just bring me my passport.

Help me one last time

and you'll never hear
from me again.

Your father used to say
the same thing.

It's weak, weak.

-Weak!
-Mum, Camden Lock.

By the bridge.
I'll be there at 8:00.

THOMAS: Why was she involved
in the first place?

She must've been
coerced into it
by the people who killed her.

THOMAS: It certainly looks
like the drugs were removed
from her body

-around the time of death.
-Then, it's likely that
whoever took the drugs

from her, also took the baby?

What if they thought
she swallowed them?

What if they thought the baby
was obstructing access
to the drugs, in some way?

Then, the baby
would become
collateral damage?

To a ruthless drug dealer,
no question.

The 2CB is 97-98% grade.

Definitely not
for consumption.

Okay, so she was smuggling,

but that doesn't follow
that her baby's dead.

That doesn't follow at all.

BOTH: Ugh!

Blakefield? Mmm.

-I'll call it in.
-Yeah.

Did you know
anything about this?

Call me back as soon
as you get this message.

-Shit!
-No reception?

-Battery.
Can I borrow yours?
-Sure.

Thanks.

Can you put me through
to Dr Alexander, please?

Thanks.

BROOKE: I know you guys
like to wait for the PM,

but can you give me
a rough time of death?

NIKKI: More than a week,
less than a fortnight.

He didn't kill Alice Preston?

No.

There are numerous incised
wounds to his arms,
chest and back.

The torso is tacky
to the touch.

The wounds were probably
made by a knife.

But more importantly,
I think they were then doused
with the Raki.

More important? How?

Evidence of
premeditated torture.

It suggests that the
Raki was brought
to the scene,

specifically to pour
onto the open wounds.

The killer knew that the pain
entailed far outstripped

the pain of
the cuts themselves.

You see the ethanol
causes the skin cells

to put out the same

neurochemical signals as they
put out when heat is felt.

So not only does
the cut hurt, now it feels
like it's on fire?

Exactly.

And the wounds grow
in size from a nick here,

to a four-inch gash.

It's a systematic progression.

The killer graduated
to exsanguination.

Drained Blakefield of blood,

purposefully by dint
of a clean,

precise incision
to the femoral artery.

There's a lot of control
and deliberation here.

You've got to tell me
who did this.

I mean, there's got to be
some DNA transfer?

He was here
for a while, right?

Knots look interesting.

Intricate.

Blakefield travelled to Turkey
recently, via Bulgaria.

The man I chased
off the estate...

Oh, come on, he was a kid!

Both his flatmates met with
violent deaths and he
ran when he saw us.

Can't exactly dismiss him,
can we?

Unless you know
something we don't?

Hi.

Have you heard from him?

No.

The arrests in Istanbul
got me in enough shit.

They find out
a consignment's missing,
it's over.

For all of us.

You understand?

Yes.

Look at me.

Look.

Look!

Tell me you haven't seen him.

Gulse?

He wants me to meet him and...

Give him this.

Did as you requested
and ran that number.

JACK: I was, uh...

Curious about a call DI Brooke
made right after we
discovered the body.

How did you get the number?

So?

Registered to a Nuri Kavur,
22, sundry drug offences.

Reading between the lines,
he's more addict than dealer.

Brooke almost put me
in the hospital,
making sure Kavur got away.

-I don't understand.
-It's not just me, then.

Why would Brooke
be covering
for a lowlife criminal

-when a baby's life
is on the line?
-Maybe he's on the take.

He wouldn't be the first
drugs officer in history

-to wet his beak,
would he?
-I'm not sure about that...

Oh, come on,
he was on the phone
to our prime suspect

within seconds of finding
Blakefield's corpse...

He's definitely unorthodox,
but I just don't see
him as corrupt.

Based on what?

Not in an
"in-some-dealer's-pocket"
sense, anyway.

We can just use Nuri's phone
to get a lead on
his location, can't we?

It's currently powered down,
but if he switches it on,

we can pinpoint the
nearest phone mast.

Yeah. Good.

He needs to take
his punishment.
Make this right.

-Just try not to kill him.
- Try not to kill him?

Jesus, you're a cold bitch.
I'm glad I didn't have
you for a mother.

He referred
to Mark Blakefield as "Marky"

and so did the next door
neighbour, Mr Bukata.

-What does that prove?
-That he knows him!

Just like he knows
his flatmate, Nuri Kavur.

Brooke says he wants to help,

but judged on his actions,
he wants the exact opposite.

-Why would he want that?
-Don't know, doesn't matter.

Just know we can't trust
a word he says.

Right. Well, I spoke
to a colleague

who used to work with him
in the Drugs Squad.

-Don't tell me,
he's a legend.
-Yes, actually.

He has put away a shedload
of dealers, great and small.

-They always have.
-Okay! Enough.

Look, Jack's right.
The "why" doesn't matter.
He's obstructing us

and it's delaying
finding the baby.

Fine. I will speak to him.
I'll have it out with him.

-Good luck with that.
-THOMAS: Jack!

Nuri switched
his phone back on.

Pinged on two different masts
and the overlap area is small.

-How small?
-The canal,
east of Camden Lock.

I am not going behind
a DI's back.

NIKKI: You're not.

You're legitimately pursuing
a suspect who
fled a crime scene

and has a record.

Nuri?

Nuri Kavur,
you're under arrest.

SALLY: Alice Preston.
Where did you meet her?

NURI: I was delivering flyers
to a youth hostel.

Thanks.

NURI: We got talking.

And then she told me
about her baby
and how she wasn't sure

if she was going to keep it.

SALLY: Did you advise her
on that score?

I said, if she wasn't sure,
she should keep it.

She listened to you?
In your wisdom?

Look, I was surprised she was
even interested in me.

-Mmm...
-I was.

She was lonely and...

And?

And I'd just come out
of prison a month before.

And I'd stayed clean.

Hundred percent.
Not even a beer.

Okay.

Alice felt like
a reward for that.

Me being her friend,
I offered her a place to stay,

you know,
while she decided
what to do.

But you became
more than friends?

Oh, my God!

Nuri?

You became more
than friends, yes or no?

Yes. Later.
I didn't want to rush her.

Mmm-hmm.

-So, what was in it for you?
-I loved her.

Try again.

I loved her!

I loved her
and I didn't kill her.

What about the guy
who got her pregnant?

What about him?

Unlike you,
he hasn't seen
Alice in months.

Unlike you, he doesn't
have a flatmate
in the mortuary,

whose mangled body
bears signs of torture.

Step out a minute.
Sir, I'm in the middle of...

Step out!

I'm not asking.

How did you find him?

He's the individual
that fled the scene...

I didn't ask you who he is,
I asked you how you found him?

-Well, the, um...
-I found him.

You called him right after
we found Blakefield

and I got the number
off your phone.

Surreptitious, I know,

but I didn't have much hope
you'd come clean with us.

You've been protecting
Nuri Kavur from the start

and I have bruised ribs
to prove it.

He is my informant
and I protect my informants.

If you can find him,
so can Bekir.

Who's Bekir?

BROOKE:
Put him in a custody cell
for half an hour.

Bekir Humadi. He came
to London from Istanbul
18 months ago.

He's a lieutenant
in Sivas, '78,

and has
a gang that his grandfather
formed over 30 years ago.

-So he's come here
to expand the empire?
-Yeah.

Well, I believe so.

We've seen an increase
in heroin and less common
drugs since his arrival.

You believe so?

Evidence has
proved elusive. He's a pro.

Colin?

The night DS Hart got shot,

Bekir was playing
to the gallery
in the restaurant.

Of course, I sweated him,
but no forensics,
no witnesses.

Yeah, but you don't
know it was Bekir?

Tell us about Nuri Kavur.

Bekir's London-born cousin
and recovering addict,

which made him a weak
link in the chain.

-I turned him a year ago.
-How?

I have my means.

And through Nuri,
I learnt that Bekir

was using Mark Blakefield
to get the gear in.

Now we've got good relations
with Narcotics in Turkey.

They tailed Blakefield
to a lab 50 miles
south of Istanbul.

Once he was on his way back
to the UK,

they moved in
and arrested
over 30 people.

That explains the torture.
Bekir assumed Blakefield
was the rat?

What about Alice Preston?
You think Bekir
killed her, too?

Well, maybe.
If she was drug-muling
for him

and she messed up
or something went wrong.

Of course, the only way
to find out is through Nuri.

You want me to release him.

Tonight.

Can I help you?

I have a warrant
to search the premises
and to take

a DNA sample
from Bekir Humadi,

in connection with the murders
of Mark Blakefield
and Alice Preston.

Detective Inspector Brooke.

Did you ever avenge
your young partner?

From the look on your face,
I'd say you didn't.

Mr Humadi,
why don't we do
this somewhere else?

You are the boss of him?

No. I'm a detective sergeant.

Pity. He's a wild dog.

Needs a master.

You mind if I keep working?

Okay, we're all
impressed, but maybe
put the knife down?

Do I listen to him, Detective?

-Just put the bloody
knife down!
-Excuse me?

NIKKI: Mr Humadi,
I need a DNA sample.

-Can I put my stuff there?
-Please.

Thanks.

Do I take this off?

Nah, you keep that on.

What you going to do to me?

Open your mouth.

-MAN: Cup of
coffee, Inspector?
-Given up, Fikret.

It's green tea,
all the way.

"Fikret"?
Really is your patch.

I want a second forensic sweep
of Alice Preston's flat.

Why?

If Bekir killed her,
it probably wasn't
premeditated.

Okay, but I didn't slip up.

Just have a second look.

Please?

Come on.

Is that a big yawn?
Is that a big yawn?

Who's a beautiful girl?
Are you a beautiful girl?

-Jack...
-Hmm?

SALLY: Bekir wears ear studs.

Yeah, I checked
the perimeter of this room

the last time we were here.

Well, we all overlook
things sometimes.

JACK: Yeah.

DNA on the stud earring
is a match to Bekir Humadi.

And there's something else.

Alice was wearing turquoise
nail polish when she died.

So what are we saying?

Alice pulled the stud out
fighting Bekir off?

CLARISSA:
The nail varnish transfers
from her nail to the stud.

BROOKE: This is a result.
Thank you.

This is bullshit.

NIKKI: Jack?

JACK: I did not
miss that earring.

BROOKE: DNA on that stud
belongs to you.

The nail polish on that stud
belongs to the victim.

Can you explain that?

Sure. I was there
a few days ago.

My cousin Nuri told me
that Alice was a good lay,

so I thought
I'd try her out.

She got very excited
and grabbed my head

and yelled
what an animal I was.

You'll have to do
better than that.

You mean... Like a witness?

Preferably one
that's not dead.

Nuri was waiting outside.
He'll confirm my story.

Okay, we'll see
what Nuri has to say.

In the meantime,
you stay right there.

Wait a second.

When did you say
the pregnant girl died again?

JACK: I'm telling you,
it wasn't there.
I'm sure of it.

-Shit!
-What?

It was behind that.

So it could have
been concealed
behind the table leg.

-Yeah, apart from
the fact it wasn't.
-Jack!

-Don't say everyone
makes mistakes.
-They do.

And blindly insisting
you didn't, might not
be the smartest move,

-all things considered.
-What's your point?

Just, don't overplay
your hand, until...

If you get hard proof.

JACK: Someone planted that
stud for me to find.

THOMAS: Someone?

-DI Brooke.
-Oh!

Just humour me.

He doesn't care what offence
Bekir goes down for,

-he just wants him to go down.
-That's quite an accusation.

Once he heard Alice
was muling drugs,

Brooke immediately suggested
it implicated Bekir.

Come on, Jack!

The stud's tiny,

it's hidden
in the carpet fibres.

You just missed it.

Why is time of death
suddenly so critical?

Bekir's aunt has provided
him with an alibi
from noon onwards.

Well, can't you challenge it?

Well, it's a tough one.

It's backed up by staff
and customers
at the restaurant.

What was that about?

-Little thank you/incentive.
-For what?

Doing an E-FIT on
the man he saw dumping
Alice Preston's body.

Aren't you supposed to say
"Don't leave town"?

I'm offended.

It's going to be fine.
I know it is.

Come on...

There we go.