02x03 - Dead Tomorrow

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Please.

Please.

All OK.

No afraid.

All OK.

Callie? Taxi's here. You ready?

Come on.

I just can't believe
it's really happening.

Well... you've
waited long enough.

Are you all right?

We got an alert.
Draghead blockage alert.

'Received, over.'

The ambulance is on its way, OK?

Stay with us.

It's important you
stay with us, OK?

Hey, so the vessel was on a
routine dredge some ten miles out

when it encountered a
blockage on the draghead.

There's some tears
in the sheeting,

most likely took place
around the same time.

Yeah, his, er...
his eyes are gone.

Sorry, I should've said.
So, what do you think?

Fish food, maybe?

But it could be predation at
the bottom of the sea. Crabs?

Not both of them.
It looks deliberate.

A ritual, maybe?

All right. Let's get a paramedic
to declare life extinct,

and, er... put a call in for
a Home Office pathologist.

Already done.

Nadiuska's been called
out to an emergency.

She's gonna be four or five
hours at least, maybe longer.

But she's sending Cleo
to secure the remains

and transport it
back to the mortuary.

OK.

Don't be nervous.

I'm not nervous. You are.

Who are you talking to? Luke.

Again? Yeah. He's
my boyfriend.

You're ready for us, are you?

Hey. Hey.

I've been meaning to call.

Have you? That's nice.

What happened? Did
you lose my number?

Shall we just be pros
and... and get on?

Nadiuska sends her apologies.

Yeah, I heard.

Yeah, but anything you can give us
to be going on with would be good.

Such as? Erm... Any
idea, at first glance,

how long he might have
been in the water for?

Er... Well, Nadiuska will
give you a better steer,

but I'd say maybe a few days?

OK, so I can go with
"under a week", then?

How about the,
erm... The wound.

I can't see how far it runs

until we get him out
of these wrappings.

Neat, though. Definitely.

It's not a regular Kn*fe wound.

There's no scar tissue...

So, what are you saying? This
could've occurred postmortem?

Or close to it.
Same with the eyes?

Yeah. Don't... Don't quote me.

I really have missed you.

Have you? I
wouldn't have known.

The last thing you
said to me was,

"Call me when you get
through with all this."

And that's what I've been doing.

I really was gonna
call you this week.

I thought maybe we could go
somewhere, get something to eat.

There are things that'd
be good to talk about.

Hey, Cleo.

Hi, Glenn.

So, the skipper's keen to know how
long before they can sail again.

Another hour's delay unloading,

and they won't make
tonight's tide apparently.

Is this him? No.

This is, er... chief
engineer, Dr Marcus Backhurst.

He was aboard when
the problem arose.

Dr Backhurst, Detective
Superintendent Roy Grace.

Erm... Is there
any way of saying

where the boat might have
encountered the object?

Yeah. The co-ordinates were recorded
when we encountered the blockage,

and we can certainly
get that to you,

but, unless there's
anything else,

I've got a family thing
I have to deal with.

I just got clear. I'm on my way.

'Where were you?'
You know where I was.

We had a thing come up.

"A thing"? I can't...

I can't do this on my own,
Marcus. I shouldn't have to.

'She's your daughter, too.

'Whatever happened
with us, we said...'

..it shouldn't affect
Callie. I know. I'm sorry.

Has there been any
word on how it's going?

'No. Because it didn't "go".'

I'm sat here with her,
waiting to get a cab home.

But I thought...
'We all thought.'

But it... it wasn't suitable.

So, what now? More
waiting, I guess.

Er... the police said my
husband's been brought here.

He's been in an accident.
A motorbike accident.

His name's Noah. Noah Cobb.

He-He's a senior surgical
registrar in this...

in this hospital.

We won't have
furthers and betters

until after the
postmortem first thing.

But with the removal of his eyes

and what appears to be an
incision into the chest,

we maybe looking
at a ritual m*rder.

We're talking to the
Specialist Dive Unit.

They should be able
to give us a steer

as to where he
might have gone in.

I've also put out a marker
on any cases featuring anyone

of Middle Eastern or
Mediterranean appearance.

Good.

Well, whatever lines of
inquiry you think best.

You know what you're doing, Roy.

Unless there was anything else?

The body looks as though
it's lost one or two weights,

which could allow it to
drift a bit along the bottom,

but you'd expect that
more in stormy weather.

Lately, we've had
fairly mild conditions.

So, yeah, I should be able
to plot where he went in.

I wonder if it's
worth taking a look,

see if there's
anything on the bottom.

Ten miles out, and the
sea could be quite choppy,

so I'll need to rent a bigger
dive boat than our inflatable

for working out there. How
easy is that to organise?

If you leave it with me, I'll
have you something by tomorrow.

I'm here.

Noah...

I love you.

No more bets.

'Where have you been?
I've been trying to reach you.

'I think we have a problem.'

You still here?

I'd have thought you'd be
wanting to get on, won't you?

They said first
thing. Who did?

The police. What?

Well, they rang last night
to charter the Scoob...

I wrote it on the thing.

Don't you look? What
do they want her for?

I don't know.

They said they wanna
take her ten miles out.

A dive team, she said.

Christ almighty...

You stupid woman!

What? What have I done?
They don't need you!

You can get to the bar and
bookies once they've gone.

At least we'll have something
coming in this month.

The police? They
just want her gassed,

and ready, and someone
to meet 'em at Shoreham.

Beggars can't be, Jim.

And you haven't exactly
been fully booked.

And what with winter
coming... Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The body is of a young male,
late teens, early twenties,

somewhat malnourished,

and of Mediterranean or
Middle Eastern appearance.

With the wrappings removed,
apart from the empty orbits,

a surgical incision running
from the sternal notch

down the median line to just above
the pubis is clearly visible.

Death probably occurred
four to five days ago.

However, precise cause is going
to be difficult to establish

given that we're looking
at a donor. Organ donor?

All the major organs have
been surgically excised.

The blood vessels have all
been tied off with sutures

before being cut through.

What about the eyes?

Harvested for the corneas.

This can be done by
enucleation or evisceration.

In this case, it's the latter.
The removal of the entire eye.

So we're not looking
at a ritual k*lling

by some mad, Jack The
Ripper-type, then?

No, Sergeant. We've got...

a needle mark in the
back of the hand...

a puncture mark in the neck,

another in the
antecubital fosse.

All of these are consistent

with the insertion of
cannulae for drips and dr*gs.

So apart from the incision,
there's no injury or trauma

that might suggest why he was
in hospital in the first place?

He may have had some
underlying health condition,

but we're unable
to ascertain what

because the affected
organ has been removed.

Well, he should be on a
hospital list, shouldn't he,

if he's a donor? Mm.

Saskia, I'm so sorry.

I've just heard. Sir Roger.

Roger, please. Always.

Noah wasn't just a dear student.

Since coming to work here, he's
become a dear, dear friend.

If there's anything I can do,

if there's anything any of us
can do, you have my number.

You're very kind. Noah
is one of our own.

We're all here for
you. For both of you.

Thank you.

Here you go. You'll need this.
It's gonna be lumpy out there.

No, you're all right.

Bit of the old chop
doesn't bother me.

Well, just take it.

What exactly are you hoping
to find out there anyway?

Anything, really.

Anything that might shed a light
on how that body came to be there.

She's fuelled and watered and
ready to go, Sergeant Walsh.

Thanks, Mr Telby.

Detective Sergeant
Branson, my oppo.

Glenn, this is Jim Telby, owner
and Skipper of the Scoob-Eee.

Good to meet you. So,
what's it like out there?

Scoob-Eee'll see you right.
You're coming with us, presumably?

It's your charter.

I was given to understand
that you've your own skipper.

You know where we're
going, though, right? Yeah.

Listen, any idea what a body
might be doing out there?

Couldn't say.

I don't fish in
the dredging lanes.

But that's just the sea for you.

Keeps what she takes mostly.
Don't give much back.

You just bring her
home in one piece.

Yeah, yeah. A lad, was
it, the papers said?

Young lad?

Yeah. Drowning?

We really can't go
into detail, Mr Telby.

Well, whatever it was,
it's an awful thing.

Kid losing his life like that.

Well...

have a good trip.

You need to put your coat on.

Hey, get it on!

You're worse than my wife.

Are you enjoying
yourself?

We're looking at a
burial at sea, then.

I don't think so.

It wasn't in a weighted
coffin or a sailcloth,

which is I think what they use.

This was tarpaulin
and breeze blocks.

I suppose it could be some kind

of private family
thing, couldn't it?

What, a do-it-yourself job?

Sea-Burials-R-Us
type of thing? Yeah.

Presumably, he could have
been put into the sea

by any vessel passing
through the Channel.

But let's get his photo
out to French ports.

Other than that, it's Sussex,
Hampshire and Kent mispers.

Nick, can you take that?

Yeah. What about
the dredge area?

Are we checking that
for further evidence?

Yeah, we've got the
co-ordinates from the Sandfish.

Glenn's out there now.

Anything?

No, and there's no visibility.

Those were the co-ordinates
we got off the Sandfish.

Well, maybe, but...

The truth is, you're looking
for a needle in a haystack,

and that's assuming it's even a
needle that you're looking for.

Hey, lovely. If you're
looking for Glenn,

'he's somewhere at sea so his mobile
reception might be a bit choppy.'

Actually, it was you I
was looking to talk to.

Thought it'd be nice to have
a catch up over a cuppa or...

you can tell me all about
this new woman in your life.

Sure, when's good for you?

I've got a break
about four tomorrow.

I could see you in reception?
OK. I'll see you then.

Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah, course.

The sonar's picked up a couple
of anomalies on the sea bed.

Anomalies? Meaning?

Dredge area typically is
scraped clean by suction,

but sonar's pinging
back off something.

Now, that could be anything.

Erm...

Discarded rubbish,
World w*r Two ordinance.

We get a lot of that with
torpedoes and unexploded bombs.

But this will have to be
the last dive of the day

because we're losing light.

All right? Yeah.

You're gonna be OK,
you know? I know.

It's just that it's the third time,
that it was supposed to happen

and it didn't.

And I'm sitting there with mum

and I'm half wanting it to happen,
and half wanting it not to.

It was weird, man. Hmm.

They open people up,

and... You weren't
scared, though.

And I'm waiting for the taxi...

And I'm like, "Oh,
stress!"

They're always arguing.

They can't even talk to each other
on the phone without getting...

"Ar-r-rgh!" Look, they...
they worry about you.

That's all.

Nah. I'm just an excuse. Hmm.

They never used to be
like that, you know?

I don't know what
happens to old people.

I don't want to be like
that when I get old.

Look, we
should be getting back.

In a bit. I like the lights.

And I wanna get some chips.

OK.

'Roy, we've
pulled up two more bodies.'

Two? 'Yeah.

'They're just loading the first
into the coroner's van now.'

But, listen, they both look
identical to yesterday's.

'The way they're wrapped up and
weighted, it's exactly the same.'

What do you think
we're looking at, then?

'I don't know.'

Just get them back
and into the mortuary,

we'll have Nadiuska
on it first thing.

Seriously, I think the
four of us should go as a foursome.

You, me, Dom and Lisa.

We'll hire a boat and just
potter round the Aegean.

What do you say, Dom?

Sorry, I'm late.

All right?

You seem miles away.
Yeah, sorry. Erm...

Work. I'll park it.

So, what looks good?

Well, you do, obviously.

You're gonna have to
do better than that.

OK.

No. Show me more.

I don't know if you
remember Shelly?

But she's broken up with Steve,

so she wants me to go
on a girls' weekend.

Anywhere nice?

Bramber Grange.

It's where all the celebs go.

Five-star spa hotel. Boob
job and Botox central.

Well, don't you be going
in for any of that rubbish.

You're perfect just
the way you are.

Look, I didn't come
here for compliments.

You said you wanted to talk.

Yeah, look, I'm... I'm
sorry if I've been, erm...

off radar a bit.

Cassian Pewe going to see
Sandy's mum and dad, it's just...

But he's gone back to
the Met now, hasn't he?

Tail between. You're
Vosper's blue-eyed boy again.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

Although she was very odd today.

Not friendly, exactly.

But certainly less...

Openly hostile?

Yeah... Critical. Yeah, yeah.

Well...

you might be hard work, but
you do know the best places.

Thank you. Yeah, I haven't
been here for years.

Last time was with DI
Dom Pope for my 40th.

The night before my...

40th.

He sent me a postcard
this morning.

Him and his wife Lisa are on
a drinking tour of Germany.

That's probably why he
popped into my head.

Er... So, erm...

Are we... Are we
doing puddings, or...?

Maybe we should just
have coffee, shall we?

There's some chips down
there. We can get some.

There's nothing else to
eat. Oi, you! Scab!

Why don't you piss off back
to where you came from?

This is British food
for British people!

What are you looking
at? Go back home, huh!

What's your problem, eh?

Come, let's go! Come on!

Come on, we have to help
him! No, no, we can't!

I'm stabbed! Come on.

Come on! The police will come!

Just stay here, all right?

Wait! Hurry!

Is he
bleeding? Is it bad?

Call an ambulance!

You're gonna be... You're
gonna be all right.

I heard a siren!
Quick, quick, quick!

Could you help? Help, please?

Help? Yeah, ambulance, please.

He's been stabbed. Stay
with me, OK? Stay with me.

Kumba...

Do you think he's dead?

The boy from last night.

You saw the blood.

He was a friend of Babbar.

Where is Babbar? A
woman got him a job.

And papers.

He is a waiter in
London with a flat.

What woman? A rich
woman. I don't know.

But he's going to send for me.

He is.

'The first body is
that of an unknown female.'

Caucasian. Aged approximately
15 to 20 years of age.

Both eyes have been eviscerated.

Like Unknown Male One,

Unknown Female's torso
has a surgical incision

running the length
of the median line,

the ribcage has been
cracked and all major organs

have also been removed with
considerable medical expertise.

Morning.

Morning, you.

Charged your phone up.

Made you a playlist.

'Please.'

Please.

All OK.

No afraid. All OK.

'All OK.'

'Come on, the water is
lovely!'

Ooh!

This is a cold place.

Yes. But we are safe.

The second body is
that of an unknown male,

possibly of Mediterranean
or Middle Eastern origin,

whom we shall refer to
as Unknown Male Two.

Like Unknown Male One
and Unknown Female,

he has the same puncture
wounds one would expect to find

in preparation for
medical surgery.

The same incision made
on the other two bodies

is also present here.

Eyes and all major internal
organs have also been removed.

With the discovery
of two new bodies,

the possibility that these
were lawful burials at sea

can now be discounted.

From the condition of all
three sets of remains,

it now seems we are dealing with
some kind of trade in human organs.

So, what we saying, that
someone's k*lling these people,

murdering them for...
Transplants. Yeah.

Yeah, that's not a thing, is it?

We've all heard stories
about, you know,

people waking up in a
bathtubs, covered in ice,

and missing a kidney or whatever,
but it's urban legend stuff, right?

Well, clearly not.

In light of the flag
you put on cases

involving anyone of Mediterranean
or Middle Eastern appearance,

Night's passed over a lad
stabbed outside a chippie.

It's where I've just come
from. Any connection?

Well, whatever they are,

they're most likely unclassified
or undocumented migrants.

"Illegals" in old money.

Cos if you've got nothing
to fear from the plod,

you're not just gonna run away when
your mate's been stabbed, are you?

It's possible our victims
were known to them.

All right. Well, let's say

that all three of our victims
were from the migrant community.

What does that tell us?

It tells us that someone's picking
people who aren't gonna be missed,

and who are unlikely
to come to the police.

Exactly. This is a
professional, organised team.

Who are they? Where
are they doing this?

We need to find them,
we need to stop them,

and we need to do it fast

before some other young people are
gutted and thrown in to the Channel.

She's stopped responding
to antibiotics.

The next thing, it's peritonitis,
more variceal bleeding...

I'm scared she'll start
going downhill really fast.

It's a transplant
or...

Did they say...

how long?

A couple of months?
Weeks? I don't know.

I can't lose my baby.

I won't.

Human organ trafficking?
In this country?

Organised crime likes nothing
more than a rare commodity.

Is there that much money
in it? Organ price varies,

but on the red market,

a liver can fetch £200,000.

The red market?

You're looking at the same
again for the heart-lung.

And then you've got kidneys,
and corneas on top of that.

Migrants, you're thinking? Well,
I've got people on the ground,

trying to find anyone who
might've known the victims.

And you think it's just
these three victims or...

could there be more?

If there are any
more out there...

we'll find them.

So, my extensive experience as
a detective leads me to believe

that you didn't ask me here
simply to talk about my love life.

No.

Look...

It's between you and me.

I don't know how
much more I can take.

It's since he got sh*t.

He's just not my
husband. He's not Glenn.

In what way?

It was our anniversary a
couple of months back, and...

he booked a skydive, Roy.

Yeah, he told me that
didn't go too well.

He can't stand heights.

He drives like...

I'm scared to put the
kids in the car with him.

I don't know what's going on.

He's always driven like a demon.
Not with the kids in the car.

It's like he's had the fear
gene surgically removed.

And he's really moody at home.

Even the kids have noticed.

What about you. How are
you doing? I'm at my wit's.

I just wondered if
you could talk to him.

Yeah, see what's going
on? You're his friend.

Sure.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

CCTV of the chippie
stabbing in town last night.

What's the prognosis?
Could go either way.

Oh, his mates didn't
hang about, did they?

No. Nor did the customers.

Except for... this young lad.

Now, he did give his
name and a statement,

but he had to get his
girlfriend home, apparently.

We've a delivery driver who saw
a couple of young women outside,

but they also ran off
after the incident.

Right, I'm gonna check on the
progress with the Dive Unit.

Later. Listen,
I've been thinking,

we should put in a request
to the Home Office,

get a list of all surgeons
who have been struck off

within the last couple of years.
OK. I shall set the hare running.

Can we get closer in on the reg?

Maybe someone in the car saw
something. Yeah, absolutely.

Unknown Male Two,

they said they think he
might be called Babbar.

Friends with a black girl, no name,
but they heard on the grapevine

that she saw the stabbing
outside the Chippie.

Any idea where we
can find her? No,

but she hangs around with another
girl who frequents the arcades.

I can't go out tonight. You
had the police on board.

I don't choose who
charters the boat.

Of all the boats in the harbour,
they just happened to call you?

And they just happened to
find those other two bodies?

That's right. Look, I
might need more money -

if I have to get
away in a hurry.

It's my neck that's
on the line here.

Well, when you're
right...? Yeah.

I am.

'Noah?'

He can't come to
the phone right now.

Can I ask who's calling?
'Who's this, please?'

This is his wife, Saskia.
Who am I speaking to?

Y-You sent my husband a message
about theatre tickets for Wednesday?

Look, I...

I don't know who you are

or what's going on
with you and Noah,

but you should probably
know he had an accident...

on his motorbike.

He's in Intensive
Care in a coma,

so he won't be answering
your messages today or...

Wednesday or any time soon.

Can you hear me?

Manager says if it's the
girl that he thinks it is,

she could be called Kumba
or something like that.

She's always hanging
round, apparently.

He say when he'd seen her
last? About an hour ago.

So do we have any idea where
else she might hang out?

No, but he said she left
with a blonde woman,

white, well dressed, thirties.

Well-to-do, he said. He's
seen her once or twice before.

OK.

My wife will be expecting me.

She'll be worried.

It's our anniversary.

She'll have been on
to the coastguard

and the police by now.

I made a mistake, OK?

I screwed up. I get that.

We can sort this out.

I gave you 20 grand
to take me to a place

where those bodies
would never be found.

You said it was the official
site for burials at sea.

The satnav was off, I swear.

Oh, come on. An experienced
skipper like you?

No, no, no. You took a punt.

You thought that if those
bodies were discovered,

you could bribe me for a lot
more than 20 grand to stay quiet.

No. It's not like that.

Look, forget about
the money. I...

I was just panicked
when I said that.

You see, that's what
worries me, Jim.

What you might you say
when you're panicked.

And who you might say it to.

You know who tell no tales?

It was wrong.

What I did was wrong.

What you're doing is wrong.
They're kids. They're human beings.

It's a wee bit late to
grow a conscience, no?

I won't say anything. Please.

No!

No!

Do you know who any
of them were yet?

Norman and Bella may
have a connection

between the chip shop
stabbing and Unknown Male Two.

We think he might've
been called Babbar.

Babbar? Middle Eastern?

Syrian, possibly.

And we've a girl - witness to what
happened outside the chip shop.

She knew this Babbar, apparently.
Do we have a name for her?

No, ma'am, but we've
got another girl

that knows her called
Kumba, we think.

Hangs around the arcades.

Yeah, she was last seen
in the company of a woman,

mid-thirties, well dressed.

Could she be the talent spotter

behind whoever's recruiting
these unsuspecting donors?

If she's got this Kumba,

we could already be
looking at another victim?

Don't they need to tissue-type,
and have matching blood groups?

I can't see them plucking
kids from the street,

taking them straight to
the operating theatre.

Do we have leads on where
they might be doing that?

Well, wherever they are,

they're going to
need specific dr*gs.

Immunosuppressants,
certain steroids.

I've got a list
here from Nadiuska.

Then, if we can flag anywhere

that has no business
having any of these...

We need to monitor any unusual
activity along the coast.

Anything out of the
ordinary, I want it flagged.

You told me Telby was reliable.

That we'd be under
the radar here.

Now the police
have three bodies.

There's nothing to tie
any of this to you or me.

Nobody's ever gonna find Telby.

But, you know, if you're worried,
we can close down, go back north.

Joe, in 72 hours,

I've got a customer flying in
from New York for a heart-lung,

and two more from Paris
and Tel Aviv for kidneys.

We can't relocate and source what
we need to in that timeframe.

Well, however you look at it,

we've one less problem
than we had yesterday.

And one more. We've lost
our secondary surgeon.

Also, we'll need to
make new arrangements

for disposal without Telby.

When we fly back from East
Preston after the next session,

the pilot can take
us further out.

We'll drop whatever we
have from the plane.

I'll find a spot.

And miles away from
that dredging area.

Will you have donors by then?

Two, potentially.

You know, I'm wondering if...

maybe we've come at this from
the wrong angle. In what way?

Well, instead of looking
for bent surgeons,

maybe we should be
looking for patients

who were on the
transplant waiting list,

but who aren't any
more. Yeah, but...

if you've fallen off the
list waiting for an organ,

there's probably a
good reason for it.

Well, you're gonna have
three groups, aren't you?

Those who legitimately
came by an organ,

those who d*ed waiting...

And those who got their
organ on the red market

and are keeping quiet about it.

Not bad for an old timer.

My great
grandma on my mum's side

was a Polish refugee, you
know? First World w*r.

I mean, everybody's come
here from somewhere, right?

Yeah, but who
can live like this?

Well, I suppose it beats being
picked up by the Border Force

and slung in one of
those holding facilities.

You know, at least
out here, they're...

free. I don't get it.

Would you get in to a sieve
and try and cross the Channel

if you didn't have to? What,
some of those holding camps?

What, that Jungle or whatever it
was called before it got shut down?

See, they're no better than
places they've run from.

But if you've got yourself
to a place of safety,

why risk your life all
over again to get here?

Who stops within sight
of the Promised land?

Poor sods.

'You know it's legal in Iran?'

Go on? Buying and
selling human organs.

Only country in the
world, apparently.

Hey.

So, you said to flag anything
unusual along the coast?

There's a fishing
boat, the Scoob-Eee,

based in Shoreham just
been reported missing.

The Scoob-Eee? Yeah.

Skipper is, um... Jim Telby.

Yeah, I know, I've met him.

The Scoob-Eee's the
boat I went out on

with Sergeant Tania Walsh
and the Specialist Dive Unit.

How is she? Oh, she's gone up.

Er... She was very tired, so...
It was very good of you to wait,

but don't feel like you've
got to stay on now I'm back.

I wanna help, Mrs Backhurst.

I know you do, but you can't.

You know this transplant
waiting list that Callie's on?

I think there's a way around it.

There isn't, Luke.
No, but there is.

Look, seriously. I've
been looking online

on... on some
social media pages.

You can buy a liver.

Serious, someone will get
you whatever you want.

Hearts, lungs, eyes, skin,
kidneys... and livers.

They'll do the
operation, everything.

There's a whole bunch of pages,

people wanting to sell
their organs - all over.

India, Nepal, Bangladesh.

All over.

What about here? In the UK?

Hey, come
on. Learn to drive, man!

I would like to get there
alive and in one piece.

You know your problem,
don't you, old timer?

No faith.

Oh? In you or... God?

You know, you can mock
me all you like, right?

But it was God that
stopped that b*llet

from doing me some serious harm.

Seriously, though, must
you drive like a maniac?

There is nothing wrong
with my driving, all right?

Right, so what is it
you think you saw?

Sunlight glinting off something
over here, could be nothing.

Or it could just as
easily have been someone

keeping an eye on the
Scoob-Eee as we went out.

And now she's disappeared.

You know it's a thing, right?

The driving, the heights.

People who have
survived a close call,

they get it into their head
that nothing can harm them,

but it can. What is this?

Did Ari put you up to this?

I know you two talk.
No, I'm you're mate.

I just wanna make sure you're OK.
Yeah, well, I am, all right? I'm...

I am more than OK...

..now I know I wasn't dreaming.

Someone was watching us go out.

She's not coming.
She will come.

I think she's the rich
lady who got Babbar a job.

She has a Jaguar. She
will not have work for me.

I told her I would only come
if I could bring my friend.

See? I told you
she would be here.

It was our silver anniversary.
He said he'd be home by at seven.

But at nine o'clock,
his boat was seen

going through Shoreham Harbour
lock and heading out to sea.

You think maybe he got
a last-minute charter?

No, we had a restaurant booked.
He wouldn't have missed it.

And was everything OK at work?

Oh, things were tight. Had
a couple of bad seasons.

People haven't got the
money they used to.

But you hadn't had a row
or any kind of falling out?

No.

Well, he...

He was upset with me for taking
a booking from your people.

Police. Divers, was it?

He lost his nut.

I couldn't understand
why. He'd done it before.

And I told him if he was that
bothered that he should cancel it,

but he says as it'd been booked,
he ought to see it through.

And he'd not stayed out before?

Not overnight...

but he did come home very
late... the week before last.

And I said, "Where
have you been?"

And he said he'd got a
charter for night fishing.

Do you know who booked it? No.

It wasn't in the book.

But he didn't seem
himself when he came home.

He'd been drinking.

You know, If I was gonna
dump a body at random,

I'd consider myself pretty unlucky
to have dumped it in a dredge area,

given the size of the Channel.
Maybe they got sloppy?

These people? No.

Which means you think they put
the bodies there deliberately.

Why?

In the hope they
might be found, maybe?

Who would do that?

Could it be Jim Telby?

Someone who needed the money,

and had a bad conscience about
what he'd got involved with.

I don't know. I mean, he
seemed pretty decent to me.

Well, maybe that's why
he rowed with his wife

about taking our charter.

I can't imagine whoever hired
him would've been too pleased

about the police
taking his boat out.

So, they knew about it.

Oh, they knew about it.
That's why we can't find him.

What have we got
on the Scoob-Eee?

Er... Well, the last ping

from Telby's mobile
had her ten miles out

and going in a
south-westerly direction,

then nothing.

You think she sank?
No, I don't buy that.

The sea was as a
calm as a millpond.

If the Scoob-Eee went
down, someone scuttled her.

All you'd have to do
is open the seacocks,

and she'd be gone in no time.

How is he?

There was a rise in Noah's blood
pressure this morning to...

220 over 110.

Then it plunged to 90
over 40.

I've seen that happen to
enough patients to know that...

Noah isn't coming back.

I'm so sorry, Saskia.

Is there anyone
you'd like to call?

Any other family member you'd like
to be here to say goodbye to him

and give you their support?

Um... Steve's on his
way from New Zealand.

I'd like his brother to see him.

Of course.

You must take as much time
with Noah as you need.

Oh...

What are you doing?

Well, you have to be
healthy to work in a hotel.

Your friend had the same tests.

And, if everything is all right,

myself and my colleague
Joe will come for you.

You want to go to
London, don't you?

You can get me a job
there, like Babbar?

A good job and a
nice flat. When?

Well, if your medical
is good, soon.

Very soon. All your
dreams will come true.

I hope you're phoning to say
you remembered to feed my fish.

I'm actually calling to ask

what could cause kidney
failure in someone young?

'Something serious enough
to require a transplant.'

You old romantic.

Um...

PKD could do it.

Polycystic Kidney Disease.

Alport syndrome. Erm...

Lupus nephritis.

'Is that really what
you called to ask?'

I'm posing as a buyer for
an illicit organ transplant,

and I need to know why I'm buying.
'What a rich life you lead.'

Mm.

How's your girls' weekend?

Tissues and issues.

'Well, it looks nice
on the website.'

Listen...

At the restaurant, I,
er... I didn't think.

Until I got there, I'd
completely forgotten that...

That you were taking me to the
place you had your last meal out

with your missing
wife?

It really did slip my mind.

That's progress, isn't it?

'Sounds more like a
senior moment, frankly.'

It's...

It's hard.

Competing with someone
who isn't there.

It's not a competition.

Really.

That's what I wanted to
say to you the other night.

I've come to a decision.

I'm gonna have Sandy
declared legally dead.

That's... That's a big step.

'Yeah. It's also
an overdue one.'

I-I'm, um...

I'm not... I'm not trying
to bounce you into anything.

'I know that.'

But I'm in, Cle, for the record.

All the way, if
that's what you want.

Erm...

I can talk to you about
kidney failure until...

the cows come home, but, erm...

if you...

if you want to
discuss you and me,

I-I think it's best we
don't talk over the phone.

If that's all the same.

Say, "Good night, Gracie."

Good night.

Roy. We've, er, got another flag

for unusual activity
on the coast.

Guy walking his dog yesterday,
first thing by Black Rock,

discovered a brand-new
outboard motor.

The morning after the
Scoob-Eee went missing? Yeah.

All right, have it bagged up,

brought in, and checked
for fingerprints.

Glenn, anything back on the DNA
from the cigarettes you found?

Yeah, they're
promising tomorrow.

Oh, looks like we are in
the market for a kidney.

How's that?

I contacted a dozen
organ brokers last night,

posing as a potential buyer. And
we have just had our first bite.

Based where? I don't know yet.

I'll get on to Interpol, see if
they've got any markers down.

Anything on the
surgeons? Yeah.

We've got a guy, a
Doctor Samuel Peel.

He was done for purchasing
a number of kidneys

for patients from Turkey.

We also have a junior doctor
in Kent, a Tomi Yemisi.

He was struck off for lying

in order to get a job as
a transplant consultant.

Other than that, it's
all just a bit thin.

OK. Keep digging.

She's here.

Mrs Backhurst? Julia
Giroux. Come through.

This is my daughter,
Callie. Hello.

Erm... Can I offer you
a drink? Thank you, no.

Courtesy of snow in Basel, I'm
now on a very tight schedule.

If we may get to details
of Callie's condition.

As I said on the phone,

Callie has Caroli's Syndrome
with congenital hepatic fibrosis.

Which is leading to
recurrent infections

in the bile ducts? And
portal hypertension.

The current transplant allocation
system is not meeting her needs.

What my mum's trying
NOT to say is,

is if I don't get this liver
out, I'm gonna die. Right?

Callie...

in today's world, no
person needs to die

if they cannot get
the organ they need.

I guarantee, always, to
find a matching organ

and to effect the
transplant within one week.

A week?

There'll always be a
matching donor somewhere.

Roy.

Your idea about transplant patients
coming off the waiting list

for reasons other than they
received an organ or d*ed...

I might have something.

So, I've managed to
identify two in the county

in the last eighteen months.

Kidney patients referred by
the same private consultant.

And they're no longer
on the list? No.

And they both later declined
an offer of an organ.

I called them. They
won't talk to me,

but at least it says
they're still about.

Who's the consultant?

A senior surgical registrar
at Sussex Central Hospital.

Here. Doctor Noah Cobb. Cobb?

Yeah. Why? Yeah, well he
was on my reserve list

because he wasn't
actually struck off,

he was hauled up before
a disciplinary tribunal

at his hospital last year.

For what?

He'd expressed some
extremely critical views

on the legal position in the UK on
commercial organ transplantation.

He only avoided dismissal
through the intervention

of the senior man at the
hospital, according to reports.

When was he brought in? About
five days ago. It's tragic.

Saskia's losing a much-loved
and loving husband,

but the world is losing a
quite brilliant surgeon.

With quite particular views.

You spoke on his behalf at
his tribunal, we understand.

He gave one speech. Just one.

All he was calling for was
an open and informed debate.

But the tabloids got
hold of the speech,

and the next thing, he
was Doctor Frankenstein.

There was a backlash?

There's nothing moral about a
moral panic, I can tell you.

But I wasn't gonna
just stand there

and watch a gifted young
surgeon being hung out to dry.

I've secured a loan on the
house. Money's in place.

Now it's just waiting.

And she said she can have
a match within a week.

What?

We've been waiting for this long,
and she can find a liver in a week?

Coming from where? Somebody
k*lled in a road accident.

You sure about that?

You know the dredger
brought up a body.

The one that's in the
papers. It was a teenage boy.

They don't know where
he's from, but I saw him.

They took his eyes and they cut him.
What's that to do with anything?

They said his internal
organs had been removed.

Two more bodies have
been found the same.

That's nothing to do with what
we're talking about for Callie.

You think I'd...?

I think you would do
anything to save Callie.

Even if it means turning
a blind eye to...

..something terrible.

You don't know these people.
Who they are. Nothing.

What would you do, Marcus?

What would
you do to save her?

Not this! You don't know
that's what this is!

Neither do I!

All I know is...
this could be her only chance.

Then, it's all on you.

I won't be any
part of any of it.

When have you been, Marcus?

When have you been?

We have two patients your
husband referred for transplant

who we believe may have received
organs by illicit means.

You think Noah's involved?

His position on the rules governing
commercial organ transplants here

are a matter of
record, Mrs Cobb.

Do you think he might
have acted on those views?

You mean, was he conducting
illegal transplants?

He's dying!

He's dying and you're asking me
if he's some sort of criminal.

Misguided, perhaps, but...

Yes, it is outside the law
as it currently stands.

No, I would... He would.. he
would never do anything like that.

Do you think it's something
he could've kept from you?

No.

So there's no instances of
him acting out of character,

or not being where he was
meant to be at a certain time.

No, our marriage wasn't like
that. We don't have secrets.

Mrs Cobb?

No, it's nothing. I just
wasn't thinking straight.

In what regard?

I brought his mobile in so
I could play music to him.

He got a message asking
him about theatre tickets,

whether he wanted
matinee or evening,

from someone called J who signed
themselves off with a kiss.

For one mad moment, I thought
he was having an affair.

Obviously, I didn't reply.

She sent a follow up,
just a question mark.

So I called the number.

A woman answered... not,
not English, French maybe?

I don't remember
exactly what I said,

beyond telling her that
Noah was gravely ill.

And then, the line went dead.

Intelligence from Interpol
concerning Transplantation-Medix.

Besides from a PO
Box in Lucerne,

they have no physical
footprint on Swiss soil.

The local police have had their
CEO on the radar for some time.

Her name is Julia Giroux.

Swiss-French, clean skin.

But according to them,

she has suspected links to
organised crime in Columbia.

Are the Swiss Police
taking action against her?

Well, at this stage they're just
checking offences in Switzerland,

but it seems that
Transplantation-Medix

have been very careful indeed.

And this is the woman
who wants to talk to you?

She wants to talk to Keith
Taylor, who doesn't exist.

And I put feelers out on
a dozen of these places

and she was the
first one to respond.

Julia may be the J on
Noah Cobb's mobile.

What's this?

A surgical registrar on life
support at Sussex Central hospital

received a message
on his mobile.

"Theatre. Wednesday.
Matinee or evening. J."

Theatre? Operating
theatre, maybe.

You tried to phone. Dead.

It's most likely a burner.

But Wednesday could be when the
procedure is due to take place,

either afternoon or evening.

Well, if that's right,

we've got 48 hours to find them
before they k*ll someone else.

'Police divers have recovered

'two further victims
from the same area.'

Sure, sure. No, I understand.

But he's on the news now.

So I actually think we should
be cautious for the moment.

Oh, I have a customer coming through
on the laptop. We'll speak later.

Mr Taylor? Ah,
Miss Giroux, is it?

A pleasure to meet
you. Yeah, and you.

How may Transplantation-Medix
be of assistance?

Well, my nephew
has kidney failure

as a result of Polycystic
Kidney Disease.

He's 13, and my sister's afraid
he won't get a transplant.

I'm sorry to hear that. Does
your nephew have PKD or ADPKD?

I'm afraid I'm not familiar
with the medical terms.

But I, you know, I
can find all that out.

All I know is he's very ill.

He's got maybe a
month, my sister said.

And which hospital is he in?

No, he's back at home at the
minute in Brighton, Sussex.

Now do you have a clinic
nearby that you use...?

Well, it would depend
on theatre availability.

But we would make that
decision closer to the time.

Right. And, and, er, how
much is the overall cost?

The price of the service
is 200,000 sterling.

Half on agreement to proceed,

and half when a suitable
organ has been sourced.

If you wish to proceed,
you know how to reach me.

Au revoir.

So? No. I screwed it.

Hey, you did great, man. No.

Come on, she couldn't wait to
come off the call, get finished.

It was when I started
talking about Brighton.

But is it her? The woman hanging
about the arcade with Kumba?

I think it is her. She's gonna need
another surgeon, though, isn't she?

With Noah Cobb on life
support. There's Gunnislake.

Yeah, Sir Roger. What about him?

Well, I got hits for him on medical
sites in Romania and Colombia.

Both countries heavily
involved in organ trafficking.

And Julia Giroux has links
to organised crime there.

Roger, we have visitors.

It's all right, darling.
It's the police.

They phoned earlier.

If you could just get us
some coffee? Of course.

So you found us all right, then.

It's a beautiful place
you've got here, Sir Roger.

Well, thank you. It was
a wreck when I bought it.

My first wife never
liked the place.

My daughter Katie, she loved it.

Do come in.

So, how can I help you? Not
more questions about Noah?

Yes and no.

Could you tell us
if you've ever seen

any of these people before, Sir?

No, I'm sorry. Who are they?

We don't know exactly.

Their organs were harvested
and transplanted for money.

And we believe here, in the UK.

What you're talking about
would be an impossibility.

Look, it's not just a
question of removing an organ

and popping it into a recipient.

Well, you would need a huge
team of people, presumably.

Exactly.

Besides, why would anyone
risk doing it here,

when they could go abroad,

where there are far fewer
risks of prosecution?

Where? Romania?

Columbia?

You worked in both of those
places yourself, haven't you?

Yes, that's right.

My daughter, Katie, d*ed
just over ten years ago

at the age of 23.

Liver failure.

I'm really sorry. We...
we didn't know that.

It was just after her
death that I went abroad.

My marriage had broken down.

And I thought a change of
scenery would do me good.

A teaching post where I
could... make a difference.

Oh, and then, of
course, I fell in love.

My wife, Gabriela.

Gracias. De nada.

Thank you.

Have you ever heard of a firm
called Transplantation-Medix?

Or a woman named Julia Giroux?

I'm afraid not. Who's she?

She's an organ broker for a
company based in Switzerland.

We believe Noah Cobb
was working for her.

Oh no, I don't buy
that. Not for a moment.

Whatever Noah's private views,

I can't believe that he would
ever have acted against the law.

This man is a liar.

See if you can find out
who he is. He's a cop.

Him and a woman were
nosing around the cattle,

trying to find someone
after that knifing.

Why? He's just approached me
to buy a kidney for his nephew.

So what? What've they got?

Three dead kids.

There's nothing to
tie it to any of us.

And even if there was, by the
time they've figured it out,

we'll be gone. No, they
are getting too close.

We're here to do a job,
Julia. We all serve someone.

Even you.

And I don't think the people
behind Transplantation-Medix

will thank us if
we cut and run now.

There's a lot of
money riding on this.

Joe. No-one is going to
thank us for getting caught.

So have the pilot on standby.

I'll notify the patients we're
bringing their operations

forward to tomorrow.
You bring in the donors.

Hello? 'Layla? It's Julia.

'I'm sorry to be
calling you so early,

'but it is very important
you don't allow Callie

'anything to eat or
drink this morning.

'Yes? Because I have
wonderful, wonderful news.'

DNA results on the cigarette butts
recovered from Shoreham Harbour

are a perfect match
for a Joe Baker.

Considerable previous includes
Controlling Prostitution for Gain.

Intelligence has him NFA.

Now, he slips in and
out of the country,

but he is believed to be the British
end of a Romanian sex traffic ring.

The Jag caught on CCTV
outside the chip shop

was leased to a Joseph Baker?

Well, he's clearly
the man of the moment.

Fingerprints have
just come through

with a clear set of dabs
on the outboard motor

that we found the morning after
Jim Telby's boat disappeared.

Guess who?

So, no fixed abode, let's
get his car index out there.

ANPR. TrafPol. Let's see if
we can find Mister Baker.

So you will stay with her
when you get to London. Yes.

Sia? I'm Sia.

Julia sent me. Get your
things, you're going to London.

Am I going to see Babbar?

Yeah, yeah. You're
going to see Babbar.

What about me? Kumba?
Your results weren't good.

We can't use you right
now. Come on. Come on!

Erm, I will send for you.

Gunnislake gave a very
polished account of himself,

little bit too polished.
Too well rehearsed, I think.

Do you think he's involved?

Well, he was mentor to a surgeon

we know was involved with
Transplantation-Medix.

Also he has connections
with Romania, Colombia...

Just through from Interpol.

We've got activity on a SIM
Giroux used in Europe previously.

She made several calls
to a number in Patcham

belonging to Mrs
Layla Backhurst,

including one first
thing this morning.

Marcus Backhurst
was on the Sandfish.

She also received a couple of calls
from the same unregistered phone

coming through a mast
outside Petworth at 16:13.

Petworth is where
Gunnislake lives.

I think it's imperative
that we stick surveillance

on Gunnislake, ma'am.

'All units, be
advised Target One is now mobile.

'Surveillance One
following at distance.'

They're really gonna do it?

They're sending a taxi
to pick us up now.

So go and have a shower.

Just one thing.

We're to leave our phones
behind. Well, that seems legit.

That can't be them, can
it? Maybe she's early.

Mrs Backhurst?

Detective Superintendent
Roy Grace. East Sussex CID.

Might we have a word, please?

So, erm...

..what's this about?

We spoke to your
husband, Mrs Backhurst.

You saw Marcus? What for?

I understand your daughter is in
urgent need of a liver transplant.

Yeah, she's not very well.

Well, we have strong reason
to believe that you may be

attempting to buy a new
liver for your daughter.

What? She's on the
NHS waiting list.

We're... I don't know
what you're talking about.

You had a phone call with a
woman called Julia Giroux,

the chief executive of
Transplantation-Medix.

That was at 6:05 this morning.

I've just been talking to people,
seeing if anyone can help.

Because the system isn't
doing her any good, is it?

But you know that the
purchase of human organs

for transplant is illegal, hmm?

I've just talked to people.
There's nothing illegal in that.

You'd do exactly the same
if you were in my position.

I've done nothing wrong. I
understand that you're desperate.

Do you? Have you got kids?

Because unless you do, I
don't think you understand

anything of what
we're going through.

I expect you've been
told that your new liver

will be coming from somebody who
was k*lled in a car accident.

That's not the case.

It'll be coming from
somebody like this.

A teenager.

Round about the same age
as your own daughter.

This body was recovered from the
Channel a couple of days ago.

Her internal organs
had been removed.

Callie's donor may
still be alive,

but she will be k*lled so that
Callie can have her liver.

I cannot even imagine what
you must be going through,

but the law is very clear.

Mrs Backhurst, you
may already be facing

charges of conspiracy
to traffic.

They can attract a substantial
custodial sentence.

Mum... I
don't feel so good.

I've got to see to her.

I'd just like you to
leave now. Please.

Please, think very carefully
about what I said, Mrs Backhurst.

You're not going to arrest
her? It's not her I want.

Let's see what she does
now, where she leads us.

What, you don't think
she might abort? Do you?

We'll keep surveillance on them.

Hello, dear! Welcome.

We'll get you cleaned
up, some new clothes.

And then we'll take
you to your new job.

Take a sip of water.

Is it true?

What they said?

About my donor
still being alive?

You think I'd do
something like that?

They're lying.

They're the police.

They just don't want us
to go outside of the law,

so they make stuff like
that up to scare us.

I swear.

Here you go.

I'm fine. I just...

I don't know how much more
of this I can take, Mum.

Surveillance One is keeping
a discreet distance,

but has Gunnislake's
car heading north

on the Washington
Roundabout on the A24.

Air Operations?

Hotel 900's already airborne, just
in case ground units lose him.

Seven minutes to be
over the roundabout..

Anything further on Mrs
Backhurst's landline or mobile?

No, dead. No calls
made or received.

So here's your beautiful room.

So, there's a lovely
shower for you to use.

And after that, a delicious
glass of orange juice.

OK, so we'll leave you to wash.

You'll
be all right, love.

Word in from Surveillance Two.
The Backhursts are mobile.

'Gunnislake now heading
south west on A23.'

Right, they're getting
out at Kingsgate Row.

Surveillance following on foot.

There, now. How is everything?

Did you enjoy your shower?

Oh, you haven't finished
your orange juice.

I am very tired...
Oh, get some rest.

Oh, dear. Let's get
you to lie down.

Here, finish your orange juice.

Great.

Now, get some sleep until
your new clothes arrive.

They've lost them?

We've still got Surveillance One
and the chopper and on Gunnislake.

What about Mrs Backhurst's
mobile? Can we track that?

Shouldn't we at least
harvest the liver now?

We'll wait for Sir Roger.
He'll be here shortly.

We need to be back at East
Preston Airport for 3:30.

Noah's replacement could make
a start with the kidneys.

You've orders from Germany and
Spain for those, haven't you?

Mrs Backhurst and her daughter
will be here in 20 minutes.

Mrs Backhurst's mobile's pinging
the mast nearest her home address.

Looks like she left it there.
Or was told to leave it there.

Just had a hit on Joe
Baker's car on ANPR.

Clocked on the A283, west of
Brighton about two hours ago.

And what've we got out there
in terms of medical facilities?

We've got St Philip's Hospital
in Shoreham. NHS, so unlikely.

Gunnislake's motor just
pulled into a petrol station.

Ground unit's just behind
him. You're on speaker.

'Surveillance Unit one.

'Target One emerging
from the vehicle.

'Except it's not him. It's a
woman, sir. Long dark hair.

'Thirties, maybe.'

Long dark hair? I thought
he had short grey hair.

'So did we, sir.'

A wig?

It's Gunnislake's wife. He's
sent her out as a decoy.

Perhaps you should have
arrested Layla Backhurst

when you had the chance. We
didn't have enough evidence,

and we would have blown any chance
of catching these people red-handed.

Well, I'd say that chance is
probably gone now. Wouldn't you?

Kumba?

No, it's OK, it's all
right, police. Look. Look.

You're not in any trouble.

Now, I'm looking for
a friend of yours.

A girl who knows a
lad named Babbar.

This way.

Ah! Here you are!

I hope you had a pleasant
journey. Please sit down.

All is good?

I just wanna ask, who's my
liver coming from? Cal...

Oh, no, it's a perfectly
understandable question.

From a girl about your age who was
k*lled in a car accident yesterday.

A car accident.
That's right. Where?

I wanna know more about her,
seeing as I'm getting her liver.

What's her name? I'm sorry,

but I have to protect
donor confidentiality.

But of course, after, you
may write, through me,

to thank her
family, if you wish.

Now, Callie, if you don't mind going
with Nurse Maura to get changed.

And we'll bring you back to
your mother in a few moments.

'Just heard from Norman.'

He's found the Kumba girl
we've been looking for.

The one whose mate was
friends with Babbar. And?

She says Babbar's friend
is a girl called Sia.

And she went off with
someone calling himself Joe.

Joe Baker, presumably.

Seems both girls were taken
somewhere for a medical

by Julia Giroux.

Kumba failed the
medical, Sia didn't.

Does she know where
this place was?

They told them it was
somewhere near London,

but it sounds like some
big pile in the country.

You all right?

What are we missing?

What haven't I checked?

Look, we're across it
all. We'll find them.

Nick. Where did we get
to with medical supplies?

Any going to somewhere
they shouldn't?

Er, I've only just received the
raw data through. It's partial.

Put it up? Yeah.

Jesus, where d'you start?

There! Bramber Grange.

What is a spa doing with
immunosuppressants and steroids?

Good God! You can't be in here.

This is a sterile environment.

Is she where my liver's
coming from? That's right.

Where's she come from?
I don't know exactly.

She was in a road accident.

Then how did her photos end up
in a room upstairs? What photos?

These photo...

you liar!

Wait! What's going on?! You're
contaminating the theatre!

Get her out, for God's sake!
Get away from her! Get away!

What do you think you're
doing? She's still alive!

You sick bastard... She's
your one chance to live.

You don't touch her! You
don't touch her! I'll cut you!

I swear! I swear!

Put it
down, please. Mum!

Now!

You all right?

Have you seen my
daughter? Callie?

I'm looking for my
little girl, please.

I just want to know where
she is. Sorry. Callie?!

Police! Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Don't move,
stay in the car.

Norman! Are you all right?

Norman! Get him a paramedic!

Get out of the car.

'Callie, it's Dad.

'The Transplant Co-Ordinator
at the Sussex Central

'has been trying
to get hold of mum,

'but they couldn't get a
reply so they called me.

'They've got a liver
for you. Where are you?

'Can you be ready if an ambulance
collects you in an hour?'

Anything?

The girl in the
operating theatre,

she's just sedated
according to Gunnislake.

There's still no sign of Callie?

We've got troops all
around. She'll be found.

Why are you involved in this?

You lost your own daughter?

She wasn't lost. She d*ed.

Every patient I have ever treated
was someone's son or daughter.

That girl on the
operating table in there?

What I do gives meaning
to her existence.

Meaning?

What do you think her
life expectancy would be

in her own country?

She'll be as likely to die in
childbirth before she's 20,

or be m*rder*d by some religious
or tribal faction or other,

or die of AIDS. But
she didn't, did she?

She came here. She was brave.

You don't know her story
any more than I do.

It's unwritten.

Oh, she's going to be
something amazing, is she?

Do something incredible?
A gifted sportswoman?

Promising musician?

No. She doesn't have to do
any of those things to matter.

She can live a normal,
unexceptional life,

like the rest of us.

You're a doctor. You're not God.

You do not get to choose
who lives or dies.

But that's exactly
what I do. Every day.

And I've being practising
medicine long enough

to learn its one harsh,
inescapable truth...

..that you can't save them all.

But we can at least try.

Norman, she's here!

Callie?!

Callie, can you hear me?

We have found her, completely
unresponsive, we need paramedics.

Is she all right? I just
need to know she's all right.

She'll be given the best of care,
Mrs Backhurst. I promise you.

I wanna go with her.
Can I go with her?

I should be with her! I know.

But that's just not possible
right now. I'm sorry.

Good night...

..my darling.

Will the girl make it?

Medics are hopeful.

She's receiving a split liver
from a motorcyclist apparently.

I'll be right here. Um...

And her mother?

Well, whatever happens to Callie...
She's likely to receive a custodial.

What about the rest? Gunnislake
is singing like a kettle.

I can't imagine Giroux

or Joe Baker will be going
anywhere any time soon.

And she'll be all
right, will she? Sia?

She's currently in a
barracks, outside Farnham,

while her claim for
asylum is assessed.

We also picked up
her friend, Kumba.

Well, as far as
Transplantation-Medix is concerned,

it's good to go out on a win.

I'm sure you'll hear about
it soon enough, officially.

Erm...

I've been appointed Assistant
Commissioner at the Met.

Well, it will be good to finally
have friends in high places, Ma'am.

Thank you.

Though, I can't imagine
we'll miss one another.

We may not have always
agreed on everything, Ma'am,

but I've never questioned your
integrity, not for a moment.

What you do I... I wouldn't
even know where to start.

Best of luck.

I haven't gone yet.

That explains the
personality transplant.

God help the Met.

Oh, a word came through on
the search for Jim Telby.

The dive unit found an
anomaly on the sea bed

in roughly the right area for the
Scoob-Eee's last known position.

"And the sea shall
give up its dead."

Hmm.

Listen, I..

I've got lunch with Cle,

but if you fancy a
beer after work...

Put the world to rights?

Yeah I, er... I can't tonight.

I've decided to go
back to counselling.

And between you and Ari, it's...

Well...

if enough people tell
you that you're drunk...

..maybe it's not a
bad idea to lie down.

Right?

What? No. I think it's a...

..a typically gutsy move
from a man we both love.

Yeah, well...

I don't know.

It really felt for a
while like I was...

..indestructible.

But that guy today... I froze.

The mind plays tricks, huh?

I just...

..I just wanna get well.

Yeah, I know.

Grace. 'Roy? It's Dom Pope.'

Dom! I got your postcard!
How's Germany? 'All right...'

Listen, I can't talk right
now. Unless it's urgent.

Can I call you back?

'Look, Roy, this may
be nothing.' Dom?

'And I know this
sounds utterly mad...

'But I think I may
have seen Sandy.

'I think Sandy's alive.'

So, what looks good?
'Did you hear me?'

Apart from me. Obvs. 'Roy?'

'Are you there? Roy?'