That's not my memory.
What? I was the only one whose glass she didn't top up.
I kept your glass topped up.
Yeah, and she watched you having to.
Yet you carried on flirting with her.
She loves it! It's like a hobby for her.
So you were?
Were you talking to me?
Er, no, because I was listening to the other five cabbages talking sh1t, with an empty glass, on the only night I've had off in weeks!
Yeah, and five times in the last month I've invited you round to mine, or me to yours, and five times it's, "Can't, Bob", "Oh, no, Bob", "Won't, Bob."
What's that about, eh?
Ah, pull up! Next junction.
Where we off?
I'm going home.
People who want to be liked this much are the ones f*cking off, Bob.
I'd rather have a wank.
I can radio you another driver, mate.
Let him use his own minutes!
Go on! Break the bank, Bob.
You see Lurch? Get me as close to him as you can without drawing attention.
Being honest, I don't want dragging into fuzzy stuff.
Being honest, he's wanted for attempted murder, stabbing of that Asian kid down Fallowfield.
That's Mervin Manley, we've a warrant out for his arrest.
We getting him, or what?
I know what I'm doing.
Look after my stuff - and turn the meter off, yeah?
(Coach passengers sing)
Here you are, give us that.
Oh, Cheers. Is she in yet?
Yeah. I'll take this round the back to the kitchen.
Oh, and these!
And what are you carrying?
♪ Hush, hush, eye to eye ♪
♪ You're too shy, shy... ♪
See whose funeral this got played at!
Dinah, whose funeral was that for?
Looks like recruitment for a gay fuzz federation.
Ten points for the bright bird down the back, thanks for asking, since no-one else has.
Just like this, boom!
Oh, go finger yourself!
He went straight under a stag do bus, his head came back in bottles.
How long had we been after him? How long?
Dinah, Dinah, can I have your opinion on this woman in reception?
Oh, Connie, I'm not your woman for early bird crackheads.
I could have offered this to anybody. She's got really credible-sounding information about an armed robbery.
Would you like the Air Miles or not?
I saw him on the telly, clear as a bell.
I live pause, poked it back a bit, and there he was, freeze-frame.
Him to a T! Couldn't not be him. To a T!
Mrs Patterson, this is a kid you'd recognise from locally or...?
Mitchell! Mitchell, my grandson!
Clearer than a bell.
(Phone rings in background)
Er, have you any idea of Mitchell's whereabouts right now?
Yeah, he's at home watching Downton with his Frosties till his drive for Scarborough.
So I'd get your skates on.
Sorry, excuse me, madam. Just give me two seconds, please.
Boss wants a word. I'll shuffle this one through.
'Ey! It's not a dental appointment, I'm reporting a serious crime here.
Word about what?
She didn't look cute.
(Gasping and sobbing)
Di, I can't face it.
This is what I most hate myself for, being spakky at taking it on the chin with bad news!
Bad news? What?
Deering's called me into her office.
Oh, Christ! I've just gone and used a tampon!
I'm not even on!
Joy, calm down!
She's called me in an' all.
You're both through to the shortlist for sergeant. Congratulations!
From nine opening candidates, that's an unexpectedly big badge in my favour!
Big day. Very big day.
Er, how many on the shortlist?
Two. But seriously! Cheers, girls.
The odds on that return were... 148,000 to one.
So you know what?
f*ck Mcgoogles. They couldn't find a clit without a search engine.
Hey, hey, hey! Detective Constable Freers?
I would like to formally withdraw my application for the position of sergeant on the grounds...
Dinah's going to walk it, we all know that.
Prospective Sergeant Joy Freers, pipe down this minute or I will deselect you personally and permanently! What have I just said?
Two top-notch officers, under my wing, beat seven gormless prostates from all over the posh shop!
You think you cheated the odds?
Getting this far? News for you, Lady Fuzz, we all did.
Yes, ma'am. Thank you.
If ever she needed a couple of your mum's doo-dahs, it's now, eh?
I think she's had a pair already.
Don't get used to that smile.
Well done getting this far.
But it's you that will be withdrawing.
Secure the blinds and come and sit here.
Nobody is relishing this.
That coach is one of your Gina's graduation pieces, which I know cos she offered to make me one for silly money.
Otherwise, with the clarity of the footage, you could have been anybody.
But you're not, are you, Dinah?
You withdraw on domestic grounds.
Sorry I walked away, but I'd been drinking.
Yeah, on the one night I'm allowed to.
You ran a man under a bus.
I did not, he tripped.
Walking away, I know, isn't doing nothing wrong.
He was wanted for attempted murder!
Amongst five others.
Yeah, but the only one without an alibi.
Do it in longhand.
In the style of a personal letter to me.
Use "Viv", not Inspector.
(Knock on door)
Er, ma'am, there's, um, an urgent police matter that requires your attention.
They're ready for me, Spike?
CHUCKLING: Indeed they are, ma'am.
What took 'em?
Uh... Oh! I'll have to go via the loos, I've used the sprays the wrong way round.
I hadn't a clue, I swear!
This time, I hadn't a clue.
We're off down to Bailey Street mortuary, someone just in it you would not believe!
Now, Dinah, love, your jack plug's hanging, darling.
Right, stick your thingies on, lads. Disco for this one, I think.
So, a little Chinese lady, yeah, accident on the M56, yeah.
Dogs were unsecured on the back seat, but she, yeah, she's opened a bag of Maltesers.
Her little Jack Russell, he jumps up front for some of that and boom!
Little Chinese lady, she goes smack into the back of another vehicle - ambulance, as it happens.
So, our 55-year-old Miss Saigon...
.. y-yeah, ends up with the entire head, the en-tire hee-ad, of the dog, slammed right down her little face.
You're taking me to see that?
I knew it would cheer us both up.
According to his pedigree stud records, the dog's more or less paid for her house. And, er...
'Ey, Bernard, darling, I know I said I'd let you take the punchline on this, but Dinah here, she means a lot to me, she's just been shat on, comically, so do you mind?
According to her medical records, she's got a history of gastric infections invoked by the ingestion of... dog semen.
So did Jackie Russell push or was he jumped?
(He laughs and snorts)
One for me.
The left clavicle is crushed to a paste...
Ooh, what about it?
Well, she needs moving up the queue.
There's another Down's girl missing, I...
I saw a MISPER report on Deering's desk.
Lads, you need to get me back to base.
Oh, my God.
You got the job!
Oh, my God.
There was a Down's Syndrome girl reported missing on Wednesday, Jocelyn Wade.
Yeah, they found her messing with the chocolate fountain in Thornton's.
In her dreams, Dinah thinks we've just seen her on a slab.
And this morning, when I was in here with the Inspector, there was a weird little flyer for a Missing Persons.
Yeah, the other Down's girl.
Where's the report?
There wasn't a report.
When they opened reception first thing, that flyer was just stapled to the front door.
It must've been put there last night, because it's not rained since.
Yeah, I can get the lads to grade the image, but I think we'll struggle with these last couple of digits.
Just like Lucy Cooke in March.
I need that file, too, Connie.
This is between you and me, till we know what we're talking about.
You've just got a new boss and you've absolutely nothing to say about my promotion?
You'll wish you weren't so high up if this turns out to be our fault.
Right, a girl disappeared about six months ago, Lisa Cooke.
Where did we find the body?
Er, the Down's Syndrome girl, accidental drowning.
No, but where did the body show up?
River Irwell, south bank.
Fallen into the river with a broken tibula, fibula, explained why she never made it back to the bank.
What if it wasn't accidental?
Who else worked the case?
Nan. My nan? What's she on about, the barmy old bint?
Course, we know what he's going to say.
He's going to say he was at my party.
I was at her birthday party!
Oh, yeah, baby? No.
I've checked, they've checked, we've all checked the party video and he's the only person not in it.
Ask her who paid for the party.
Ask who paid for the presents, because none of the others could be arsed.
And then ask the vicious old bitch who shot the video. Me!
Nobody was coming till I said I'd cover the bar!
How was Jocelyn Wade not filed as high priority?
Her parents reported her missing on Wednesday. You two brought her in.
She WAS high priority.
Yeah, Joy, you were the reporting officer.
No, erm, h-her parents called it off because...
Knock, knock, knock!
I thought this was just for me?
Little sneaky wank, or summat. HE CHUCKLES Look, her parents called it off.
And you went?
Without visual confirmation?
Jocelyn Wade, we're on about.
She's in the mortuary.
They didn't want her wasting our time.
No, no. She'd vanished two or three times before.
This was a storming off after a ballistic row.
Her parents claimed it was never actually a Missing Persons.
And she didn't live with the parents - she was an electorally registered adult. Even had a husband.
Two Down's girls drowned within six months.
What if this is a hat-trick?
What, you think they're connected?
When did this girl go?
Well, nobody's filed a Missing Persons under that name, so we have to start...
(Toilet seat slams down)
♪ Now if you feel that you can't go on, on ♪
♪ Because all your hope is gone ♪
♪ And your world around is crumbling down ♪
♪ Darling, reach out Reach ooooout... ♪
♪ Ha! I'll be there ♪
♪ with a love that will shelter yo-ou ♪
♪ I'll be there, with a love that will see you through-ooh. ♪
She touches paperwork we've got to read.
(They all exhale)
Obviously, we need to know who posted this.
Oh, the lads are working on the phone number.
(Mobile phone rings)
Joy, I've got your back.
You've got my heart.
Let me start the talking with the boss and you kick in when you can, if she'll let you get a word in. Yeah?
Prepare a sealed briefing room, please.
Right, the date that we've been given on Cathy Calvert is patchy so the circumstances of her disappearance can't be matched.
But the first two girls, Jocelyn Wade and Lucy Cooke, both turned up drowned within ten days of vanishing.
Which can't not give us hope for Cathy Calvert, right, if that's her pattern feature.
She's got to have been missing since last night and we think in grave danger and we haven't...
(Knock on door)
So, this call was made using the last two numbers of seven and nine.
RECORDING OF CALL: 'Oh, hello.
'I was ringing about the missing persons flyer.'
'Do you know where she is?'
'You mean Cathy Calvert?'
'You're a copper, right?'
'You know, it's weird.
'I often get mistaken for one, but no, 'I work in Comet and I saw your...'
'Yeah, right. Comet went bust years back.
'Just find her.'
I redialled two minutes later, the line was dead. Roaming VPN.
Bring Jocelyn Wade's parents in for aggressive questioning.
She interviews, you assist.
You're taking me to Cathy Calvert's family and all we're doing is responding to a potential missing persons report.
It could be a hoax or a twatting incident.
What do I mean?
Uh, trolling, ma'am.
The only patterns we'll be discussing will relate to the furnishings.
Lucy Cooke - was she buried or cremated?
Get an exhumation order.
ON RADIO: Go ahead, ma'am.
I want all officers on leave recalling.
If they're pulling sickies, set their car alarms off and see how fast they can reach the pavement then drag them in and get them up to date.
Hello! Detective Inspector Deering and DC Kowalska.
(Loud dance music plays from inside)
This is taking the piss.
I thought they were the other shoes.
Oh, hello. It's only us.
And it wer' open.
Oh, deary, deary 999. Little ratty's last supper.
Are any of you Cathy? Is Cathy here? Thank you.
When, where and wearing what did anybody last see Cathy?
She was reported missing.
Oh. Our Cath?
Do they mean our Cath?
Where are your parents?
They're in... Where is it? Not Del Monte.
Do they know she's missing?
Who's got the most recent photo of Catherine Calvert of this address, born 22nd September 1998?
Ah. Here we go.
At my dad's wedding.
When was that taken?
Saturday before last.
That's why they're on their honeymoon.
Who are they travelling with?
Uncle Buck and Beryl.
No. Which airline?
Which airline?! easyJet or Ryanair?
Em, easyJet, cos my dad's phobic about trumpets since Afghanistan.
Didn't I used to cut your hair?
Very well, actually.
f*cking mercy, please.
How did this happen?
She's not a mong. She's not a mong.
She's not, though.
'This is you again.'
Speed bumps at 70... This is one fuck-up I cannot bail you out of.
It's me that's got to go up to McLaren's office and explain the sh1t out of this.
Ma'am, we weren't wrong.
Her chromosomes say different.
Catherine Calvert, matching the same description, was involved in a RTC we attended recently.
(Oh, f*ckin' hell.) I wanted to see him on his own turf.
You're coming with me.
Stand these people down.
It was a genuine error.
When you raised the alarm for three in a row, three Down's syndrome girls in a row, which the press are repeating like parrots, all this sh1t was appropriate.
You're chasing a girl who is evidently not Down's, who hasn't even been reported missing by her own family.
This is nowhere near a three.
It's the same girl.
A Catherine Calvert was riding up front on a double decker when it did an emergency stop.
Her X-rays show fractures in both of her cheekbones, a broken nose, extensive swelling.
She vanished within a very narrow radius of the other two girls.
If we made the mistake...
Then fair dos, cos look at her.
.. then so could he.
We've seen this before.
You're not doing this to me again, Viv.
You've got something wrong but you haven't got the nerve to admit it so you're letting your ego carry on regardless.
This internment order? No.
Declaring martial law? No.
Air surveillance? No.
Stand these people down.
Everyone to their first positions.
Spend as much as it takes.
One of us has to and I've Obama to deal with.
I hadn't finished.
Know when to give up.
I asked for a private meeting in your office which you decided to have in front of my flock making unfounded allusions to my professional fuck-ups in front of a junior officer. Name one.
What are you bringing that crap up for?
Despite this pantomime, you need reminding you're addressing a senior officer.
f*ck off, Darren. Give us a minute cos this is serious.
This is the same case, sir.
If Cathy Calvert was Down's enough to convince a serial snatcher, then she's Down's enough to deserve every penny we can chuck her way.
I have a MUCH longer version of that if your prostates can stand it.
This is Jocelyn Wade?
We're deeply sorry for your loss.
She's gone, Mikey. Do you know what that means?
I understand. She's dead.
Does Mikey understand that, as Jocelyn's husband, we'll need a pretty long conversation?
I've got nothing to hide.
No, Mikey. They only want to talk, sweetheart.
Come on, let's go.
I'm going nowhere for a while, Laurie. I'm sorry.
Connie brought me up to speed.
Not spoiling any surprises, am I?
When have I ever planned your birthday ON your birthday?
If the heat dies down, you'll find me with the band in the basement in whatever state.
Don't expect me, this is a real bad 'un.
But if I do get back, the looser the better.
I just came by for a quick battery charge.
Tide me over for a while.
Can you each tell me where you were on the day and time of Jocelyn's disappearance?
Can you also state clearly for the tape whether there were any internal family grievances or disputes between yourselves and Jocelyn that might have primed you to act grievously towards her - ie were either or were both of you involved in her disappearance or demise in any way?
Except we will be asking those questions separately, over a period of time and in fuller context.
Well, primarily, I would like a big answer to, what was your motivation for withdrawing the missing persons report when, according to our sources, Jocelyn was never seen again by anyone else after that first day?
Did she come home?
Did you see her at her home in Northenden?
Who decided she was no longer a missing person?
That... That was me.
Are we under suspicion?
Oh, God, no, no. These are...
These are just questions.
Can you give us your name for the tape?
I'm Mikey. Michael Wade.
Simon, you're wrong, I CAN sing.
I'm sure you can, Mikey.
Can you tell me where you were the day Jocelyn disappeared?
I was in the Marchmont.
And the Marchmont's what? A clinic?
It's a hotel.
We only moved to Derbyshire because we thought Jocelyn had fallen in with a bad crowd.
We'd no idea she was the ringleader.
By 18, she'd earned enough from prostitution to get her own flat.
Yes, we're her legal parents, but we haven't had control of Jocelyn - and it was the police who said it first - we haven't had control of Jocelyn since she was...
What about her 14th birthday?
Broken nose, me, collarbone, him.
She pinned the social worker to the floor and peed on her face.
I was having s*x.
Gary and Bender.
Um... These are people...
They made you do things you didn't want to do.
No, I'm really good at it.
She made him do inhuman stuff.
She didn't make him.
The idea came from somebody's head first and it won't have been little Mikey's, will it?
s*x for money?
If they didn't pay, Jocelyn wouldn't let them come back.
Jocelyn knew loads.
She meant a lot to you, Jocelyn?
MUSIC: You're Beautiful by James Blunt Jocelyn Wade, she was a high-functioning member of the community, where she was a prostitute.
And her young husband also rented his house out for all it was worth.
Turns out to be more than you think, from their Halifax account.
Lucy Cooke was the North Chester Rose Queen 2008, '09, '10.
All three girls vanished or were last seen alive in roughly this area.
As far as we know, Cathy Calvert shared no social contacts with the other two - well, she wasn't a Down's girl, so why would she?
Except, she showed up somewhere within the guy's catchment area with the same features. He made the same mistake we did.
For somebody out there, folks, this is a big fat turn-on.
Cathy Calvert only looked the way she did for a very short period of time. This fella moves like a dart, and so must we.
Don't go spunking the budget dragging in cross-eyed uncles and step chaps. Concentrate on shops, addresses within sight of bus stops close to where the abduction sites were.
Oh, and charm, charm, not coercion.
We sure as sh1t haven't got time for warrants.
Catherine Calvert. Oh, yes.
I did her nose myself because we were so short staffed.
Three sutures to the bridge of her nose.
First was a walk-in, the second was 24 hours later.
I booked her into the fracture clinic to get her packing changed.
Nasal septal dressings.
Her orbital sinuses had collapsed, so we had to push a roll of sterile underlay up there with Jackson forceps.
Yeah, no, I get it, right.
When was this?
Er... Saturday 3.30.
She'd have been cleared when?
The fracture clinic's carnage at the best of times, but Saturday was Liverpool versus United, so God knows when.
DC Tanner to DC Kowalska. Come in.
Cathy came back to the hospital on Saturday to the fracture clinic.
Are you with Ruth?
OK, Ruth, so, if you're travelling by bus, which is the nearest stop to the fracture clinic?
'Belvedere Road, next to the flower stall.'
This is Cathy outside the hospital on her second visit.
She's trying to get home, but buses are packed, so they're not going to be stopping.
Yeah, now, look. She's given up on the bus and started thumbing a lift.
Now you wait for it.
Wait for it.
And there, there's the white van stopping for Cathy.
Look at the rear lights.
The nearside indicator's on its way out.
Freeze the numberplate.
Bring it down.
What are you squinting at?
I could read it from Rhyl.
I'm authorising force-wide observations on all channels for a white transit van.
'VRM, Delta Victor 51, Alpha Bravo Echo. Driver to be apprehended on sight.'
Grab this guy, he picked up speed the second he saw us.
It was a 13-year-old at the wheel of Grandad's work van.
Yeah, the grandad was totally paralytic.
The kid straps bricks to his feet and learns to drive between here and Wythenshawe. Respect, actually.
Tune me in.
Based on where we found Lucy and Jocelyn, we've narrowed down to where they could have been put in the water.
We're working with the assumption that he likes to keep the girls close to where he drowns them.
That's the main target of the CCTV.
The combined area's still way too big for the manpower we can drum up.
Ma'am. We found this.
It was on a scaffolding firm's CCTV near Salford Bridge.
It's about an hour after Cathy Calvert was abducted, yeah?
Watch the white van.
They must have switched plates, cos look at the nearside light cluster.
That's him, that's the fucker.
He comes off at the bridge and obviously takes a left.
Both Lucy Cooke and Jocelyn Wade had traces of iron filings in their upper respiratory system.
Right, can you get that other map back up?
Er... Sorry, if you please.
Right, Lucy Cooke was found in the Irwell here.
Jocelyn Wade in this little river, or, technically, a brook.
Now, if he's turning right, then we're twiddling thumbs, because to the right of the bridge, it's all new developments for aluminium.
But if we're looking for iron filings and he's taken a left, the Army block around there - that used to be, but isn't any more, a foundry with heavy long-term residue of iron filings in the riverbed.
I know most of that, because my sister bought a flat a couple of blocks down and all you see on a Sunday lunch is rats eating polystyrene cups and each other's arses while you're chewing on your Linda McCartney.
Right, so that...
That is the most credible point of deposit into the river.
This point, if whoever he is knows his Docklands and, you know, it's looking that way, is the only point where the current's strong enough to transport a body downstream and pick up enough iron filing deposits on the way.
I don't care what they say.
Sometimes you're really nearly worth every penny.
Tell everyone downstream of here that they're wasting their time, repeat, wasting their time.
Front of warehouse 47120.
Left bank of the river, repeat, left bank of the river.
Armed police! Armed police, show yourself!
Armed police! Armed police, show yourself!
Show yourself! Show yourself!
To the floor! Now!
To the floor, now - or you're not getting the choice.
Hold your weapons. Heel!
Where's the girl?
In the back.
Requesting general medical assistance, will relate specifics according to...
What you doing? Bog off!
Girl's in there?
But it's 60 and breathing, with its legs open.
Back off out. Back off out.
Stop! Stop the vehicle, now!
Billy! Get out!
Echo-265-November, white van.
What you doing?
He drowns them. He puts them in the water.
Open the door!
Open the door!
He's jammed the pedal.
Clean as a whistle, ma'am.
Van didn't travel far.
He's here somewhere.
DS Freers requesting urgent medical assistance and lights on the water!
Come on, move!
She's in here!
Let me help! Let me help.
Call in air support. Fan out the dogs in every direction, I want every inch of this scrubland searched.
Oh, my God.
This one does not get away from us.
Oh, my God, Cathy!
Oh, thank God.
Can you talk?
I need you to talk, Cathy.
Can you say your name? No, no!
Don't fall asleep!
Stay with me, stay with me. You're all right.
I want to know how that man with a van A, knew we were coming and B, managed to get past 16 vehicles, seven dogs and two dozen officers.
We've got limited CCTV footage on the docks because it's still 60% derelict.
Right, listen carefully.
DS Freers will explain how the rest of this long night's going to play out. Sarge.
What you just said in the car.
I didn't think you were listening.
It was just... a bit of conversation.
Yeah, most of it was, until you predicted what Spike's just confirmed.
We're probably going to get zero from CCTV, therefore...
Therefore, just from search and arrest records, we know that the population down at the dockside multiplies when the sun goes down.
So I'd put this on foot, ma'am.
Target the vagrants, target the prostitutes, because this guy we're after, he knows that landscape like the back of his hand.
And, I'm not being funny, but so do that lot.
Somebody must have seen him coming or going.
See? A plan.
OK, get some scran, and then ready your bones for the other side of midnight in Manchester.
I'm never not listening.
Oh, Jesus, Ruth.
Oh, that's going in like a damp-proof course!
I was only in the water three minutes!
Yes, but people have been sh1tting in it for centuries.
You've made this a very arse-about-face day for me.
What are we supposed to make of you?
I want to speak to Cathy as soon as the medics are done.
She was asking for you earlier.
No staff to go near the girl till after Dr Pete's finished psychiatric assessment.
She asked for me personally?
With Dinah dressed like this, she's just another patient until I personally sign her discharge forms.
I didn't hear that.
Stick a bump on the head in her records to explain walkabouts.
There's a machine round the corner, buy her nice things.
I'm nipping home for a sh1t, shave and a shampoo.
You're a star.
How are you, gorgeous?
Remember me? Dinah.
I know, I thought they said you weren't allowed in.
I'm... I'm not.
But I had to see for myself you were all right.
We're flying your mum and dad back from Spain.
They're on their way.
You're looking great.
They've taken the packing out.
Really painful, it...
Said it should have been changed four days ago.
Cathy... you were seen climbing into a van outside the hospital.
I can't even remember leaving the hospital.
I'm trying, but nothing comes back.
Your tox reports show high levels of Rohypnol. It can mask areas of pain.
Have you had pain in any other areas than you told the doctors?
Did you get her to ask me that?
What have I said?
Nothing hurts, nothing else hurts!
It's OK, sweetheart.
A good night's sleep will make everything...
I'm not going to sleep! I'm not!
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!
I'll come and see you first thing, yeah?
She's fine, Magda, she's been dried and sterilised.
But I'd barbecue the clothes, if I were you.
IN POLISH: Hospital? What for, Mum?
What you doing up?
We're not standing here, I've done food. Come on!
We were chasing a perp and my shoe broke.
I fell in the water, that's it.
Why is she lying, Spike?
Your mum dived in the water and saved a girl's life.
No gambling on weekdays.
We've got to eat, so we can play a bit?
No, honestly, thanks, Magda - but we've got to get straight back, honestly.
Rest assured, I'll be back to fleece you again, don't worry.
Hey, come on.
We can take some food with us though, if you've got boxes.
What happened to the girl?
She'd gone missing and bumped into a bad lot.
No, she's sitting up and talking.
She's going to be fine, honestly.
Her mum and dad will be with her by now, so...
Hasn't the boss told you?
Catherine Calvert's parents, they didn't make it back from Spain.
Yeah, the flight vouchers the embassy gave them, they've buggered off in the opposite direction.
I was going to wait till tomorrow to tell you.
What time did they board that flight, Spike?
Before we pulled her out of the water?
Before they knew whether she was dead or alive?
Are you sh1tting me?
Well, she is alive, Dinah, thanks to you!
(His phone rings)
It's the duty social worker.
Hi, Gary? Hiya, mate.
Yeah, I need an emergency protection order sorting for a girl you'll have seen on the news - it's Catherine Calvert.
Yeah, date of birth...
Oh, thanks, just... I need to wash my face.
Just give us a sec, I'll be right back. Come on, get your food sorted!
You're going to need it.
Mum, do us a big vodka, yeah?
She don't need to be hearing that right now, does she?
Not a question, Ruth.
Has something happened?
Your parents didn't make it back home yet, Cathy.
And what that means is...
They're not coming, are they?
It means we're obliged to hand you over to social services.
Why can't I just go home anyway?
Because every single member of your family's on drugs charges.
Won't be if I were there.
You don't have to go into the system.
There's room for you at my house.
Who else lives there?
My daughter, Tessa, she's ten. And me mum, Magda.
We're a good team.
You're 16 next month.
What benefits you're entitled to, you keep for yourself.
Blow half, save half, do whatever you want with it, we wouldn't take anything off you.
You can take these now and think about it.
Or take them now and tell me to get the social workers off your back.
Do you need more time to think?
Or do we leave here together?
Take me with you.
Social services are not going to be happy with this.
So remember what we both just said.
Right, I'll be as fast as I can.
Maclaren's taken over the Cathy Calvert case.
Is he for real? Why?
Because you moved Cathy Calvert into your spare room.
There's chemicals on the street that shouldn't be.
Some mephedrone/ketamine reboot and something new they can't yet identify, ma'am.
I want that kitchen closed.
I need tits and teeth up front, so you're going in first.