Early one morning
Just as the sun was rising
I heard a young maid sing
in the valley below
"Oh, don't deceive me
"Oh, never leave me
"How could you use
a poor maiden so?"
'Long, dark blond hair.
'Blue eyes.
'Light blue with hints of green.
'Five four, slim build,
size eight to ten.
'No tattoos, no scars, no other
distinguishing features.
'Good at sports.
'Football, netball,
long-distance running.
'Musical, but never bothered
with an instrument.
'Good singing voice.
Loved to sing.
'Was singing
before she was talking.
'Not that it matters.
'She's not made a career
out of singing,
'else we'd have heard of it
by now, one way or other.
'But there's nothing.
Nothing's ever come up.
'Even with the most
advanced technology,
'facial recognition - nothing.
'Would I know her now
if I got a glimpse?
'Bone of my bone.
'Flesh of my flesh.
'Would I know her?
'Would I?'
Clare
Reed was 14 when she left home.
The last known sighting of her
is from CCTV footage
at King's Cross station,
ten o'clock that morning.
There have been
no further positive sightings.
Today, the ten-year anniversary,
we are making a new appeal
to witnesses
who may have seen Clare
on the day of her disappearance
or any time since.
John?
Love.
Oh, sorry.
Sorry. Um...
Yes, I'd just like to echo
what Dominic... DI Chambers
has just said. Um...
If you have any information
about Clare,
please get in touch
with the police.
Clare, if you're watching...
...we love you.
We miss you.
We think about you every day.
Please get in touch.
Let us know you're OK.
Please come home.
Aaron called.
- Aaron?
- Yeah.
He's got a big job starting.
He wondered
if I'd be interested.
Mm.
Well, that's great, love.
What were you
thinking about that?
How was Janet today?
Oh, she was in one of her moods.
Uh, she means nothing by it.
All hot air.
She's always been that way.
Well...
I took the remedial group again.
She'd have blown her top
with them, poor things.
God, that woman,
she's got no patience!
How's little Casey?
She tries ever so hard.
Bless her.
Mm. But she's struggling.
I keep saying to Janet,
we need to get her assessed.
In one ear, out the other.
Bugger Janet! Go to the head.
When we were reading today,
Casey said she hated it
because her mum is always
reading her book on her phone.
Facebook.
- God!
- Yeah.
- Are you done with that?
- Yeah.
There's a new detective thing
starting later.
Might be worth a watch.
'Trains are boring.'
Only boring people
find things boring.
They're for boys!
Rubbish!
They're for everyone.
Come here, look!
Look, this here is the motor.
When the motor operates,
it turns this screw
which turns this cog
which turns the wheels.
- It's like a chain reaction.
- What?
It's when everything's
connected.
One thing
makes the next thing work
and so on down the line.
The motor turns the screw
which turns the cog
which turns the wheel.
It's still boring, Dad.
You should've had a boy.
Goodness!
Oh, God, it was a bit of a day,
I must say!
Janet, she was
in one of her moods. Oh!
Well, you know... You know
the way she gets sometimes.
You hated her
when you had her as a teacher.
The things you used to come back
saying about her, but...
I don't know.
Dad says it's all hot air.
But, yeah...
She does take it out
on the kids,
and I sometimes think,
you know, if I wasn't there,
one day she might really
let 'em have it,
and then she'd be in terrible...
Right, here we go.
Another day, another dollar.
Ah, thanks, love.
Have a good day,
and don't mind Janet.
You working at the hairdresser?
Yeah, I'm off there next.
Don't know how long I'll be.
- I'll call you in the break.
- Right.
- Yeah. Ta-ta.
- See you.
'Sweetheart.'
You should come down.
You need to eat something.
Mary?
Mary?
Jesus!
Jesus! Mary! Mary!
Mary, wake up! Mary!
Mary!
Mm...
No, don't...
Don't go... No...
No! No!
No! No!
No!
No! She's gotta be...
Good morning, Mrs Reed.
Good morning, Casey.
How are you today?
Tired. I've done
all my homework.
Good girl!
Can't wait to see it.
Come on, then.
Did you have a nice evening?
Yeah, very nice.
What did you have for your tea?
How does it look,
anyway?
Is it gonna, uh...
take long, or...?
When was the last time
this was looked at?
Oh, mate, honestly,
don't ask me.
I've only been here
a few months myself.
My boss just said to ring you.
- Where is the boss?
- Lanzarote.
Oh. I think you're gonna have
to get 'em on the phone.
They ain't gonna be happy, mate.
I doubt her salon burning down
will make her happier.
Yeah, no, I know.
OK...
Just put 'em on the phone
with me, I'll explain it.
Sweet. Cheers.
- Did you grow up around here?
- Eh?
It's just that you look about
the same age as my daughter.
Clare Reed?
She went to Whitemore.
No. I'm from Barnes.
Yeah, I come here, like...
five years ago?
For college, yeah.
Oh, hi, Trace!
How are you?
Oh, f*ck off!
Just leave me alone.
Trust you to do it!
- You do this every f*cking day!
- Just shut up?
You walk in there
and you act like...
Just shut up,
you f*cking dirty b*tch!
You've got one job, mate.
You walk in there...
'We should
have been more lenient.
'We should have
watched her closer!
'Then maybe
she wouldn't be gone.'
Mikey, talk to me
like that again,
I will f*cking hurt you!
- Sorry! Sorry!
- Oi, you f*cking twat!
Clare!
Clare!
Clare!
Hi!
No, I'm fine. Fine.
Everything's fine.
Yes, but you have to stay in!
How many more times?
Hey! Is Bella about?
John!
Hey, Bella!
Good to see you.
Good to see you, too.
- How are you?
- Yeah, you know... good.
I saw the appeal.
Yeah, there's a new DI,
keen to make his mark.
- It all helps.
- Yeah! Yeah...
Um... They did a new picture.
We've got a couple of newbies
down from Scotland,
one from Manchester.
- Tea?
- Yeah, please.
Suze, would you be a darling
and get us a couple of teas?
Two sugars, right?
Ciara's from Manchester,
Magda's been in Glasgow
for a while.
And the boy?
Nathan.
Turned up a few weeks back,
hasn't said much,
but it feels like
he's straight out of care.
I want to introduce a good
friend of mine, John Reed.
John's daughter, Clare, ran away
from home ten years ago.
He pops in now and again
just to talk to new faces,
see if they might know
anything about her.
How are you, John love?
Hey, Noleen.
Looking after yourself?
Sure, I'm grand.
You mind and talk to this fella.
He's one of the good ones,
so no bullshit or backchat,
do you hear?
- You got everything?
- Sorted.
Well, be safe.
Check in later, yeah?
Depends how it goes.
You mind yourself now.
I'll be lighting a candle
for you on Sunday,
regular as clockwork
Thank you.
So, you been doing this
ten years?
Like, coming here,
talking to everyone?
- On and off, yeah.
- sh*t! What about the police?
- Wow, you really are a twat!
- f*ck you! I'm only asking.
Do you think the police
are gonna spend ten years
looking for some streeter?
No offence, man.
Um...
this is one of the last photos
we have of her before she left.
Of course,
she'd look different now.
She's 24, so...
she might have changed her hair
or changed her name,
we don't know.
She ran off?
Can't have been
that happy, then.
- Ciara!
- It's all right.
She wasn't.
She was very unhappy.
Cos of you?
Cos of me, her mum, her life.
She got into drugs.
Started getting into trouble.
Shoplifting and stuff.
We didn't know what to do.
The school tried. We spoke
to counsellors, doctors...
It was our job to help her,
to understand her.
That was all we had to do.
But...
Well, she left.
We found out afterwards
she'd sold her phone on eBay,
her laptop,
everything she had of value.
She had about 400 on her
when she left.
Well, what about all that...
the CSI sh*t.
Uh, DNA or whatever?
Yeah, there's been leads
over the years,
but they never amount to much.
Do you think she's still alive?
There's no reason
to think otherwise.
If she is, seems like
she don't wanna be found!
Fair enough,
but what kind of father would
I be if I didn't keep looking?
What kind of father were you?
Did you hit her?
Did you f*ck her?
- Stop that!
- Are you that kind?
You are one f*cked-up skank!
Never seen her.
Yeah, sorry, me neither.
I'll ask around
and we'll put up the poster.
Thank you.
- Oh, John, you don't have to.
- Uh, no, no, here.
Get them what they need.
I hope I don't see you soon.
Me too.
Thank you, Bella.
Oh, dear!
It's great
to have you with us, John.
- Feels like old times, eh?
- Yeah!
I'll introduce you to the lads.
Boys, this is John,
the new sparks.
Nice to meet you, mate.
- Definitely ten, yeah?
- No, it's 12.
- Coffee's up.
- Oh, sweet, man.
- Cappuccino, two sugars?
- Yeah, thanks a million.
There's brownies
in the bag as well if you want.
Uh... No, I'm good.
What, are you watching
your figure?
Yeah.
Hi, love.
How's your day going?
No.
Just like old times.
Yeah, good. You?
No wonder
she's got you by the bollocks!
Ah, sh*t, it's her!
Ah, sh*t, I gotta get
the kids, boys.
All right,
can I take this, yeah?
Go on. Go on, crack on.
All right. All right, cool.
All right, love, yeah.
No, listen, I'm on the way.
I'm coming now...
That explains the thumb mark
on his head.
All makes sense now.
'The person you are calling
is not available.
'Please leave a message
after the tone.'
Hello, love, it's me. OK, um...
Yeah, listen,
it's a little before four.
Uh... Just checking in
you're OK.
- See you tomorrow, mate.
- Yeah. Hey, listen.
Bring your lad's train in
and I'll take a gander.
- Cheers, John.
- All right.
- Get home safe, yeah?
- Thank you.
Hey, Mary, I'm on my way home.
Give me a call, will you?
'The person you are calling
is not available.
'Please leave a message
after the tone.
'The person you are calling
is not available.
'Please leave a message
after the tone.'
- Mary?
- John!
I gave you a call,
your phone was off.
- Stop.
- What?
- What is it? What's happened?
- Stop, stop! John...
She's here.
Who's here?
Clare.
Mary, come on!
No, John, listen,
listen, listen.
- She's come home.
- Stop.
No. You're not listening.
It's happened.
- Just stop!
- John, it's happened!
It's finally happened!
It's today. It's today!
It's the day. She...
It's now!
I'm so sorry
I didn't call you, but...
She was waiting for me.
She was on the doorstep.
John... Oh, love!
I have to see her.
No! Yes, but wait.
Just... John!
Just breathe.
Sweetheart, breathe.
I can't...
Breathe out.
Sweetheart, breathe.
- I can't breathe!
- Come and sit down. Sit. Sit!
Let it out, and then breathe.
Sit. It's all right.
Just sit down.
Breathe now. Breathe.
Let it go. Let it go.
That's it, that's it.
That's it, good.
Breathe out.
Slowly take a deep breath
into the body. It's the shock.
- I think... I think I saw her.
- Yeah.
Yeah, there's so much to say.
There are so...
so many questions.
For now, sweetheart, for now...
just...
- ...come and see her, yeah?
- OK, yeah.
Good. Good.
- All right.
- All right.
OK.
Wait, wait! Why now?
Ah, well...
She'll tell us. She'll tell us,
John. She'll tell us everything.
But just give her
a little bit of time.
- OK.
- Good.
- OK.
- Yeah. Trust me.
- Come on, then.
- Yeah.
I know...
Oh, sweetheart, sweetheart,
sweetheart, I know!
I know, I know, I know...
- Come on. You all right?
- Yeah, yeah.
Ready?
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
John?
Hi.
John?
Say something.
John...
I'm sorry, I... I...
I don't know how to do this.
This was a bad idea.
I should go.
No, no, no!
No!
John!
John?
Oh, God!
Oh, thank God!
Oh, I thought you'd...
I didn't... I didn't...
Oh, thank God!
Is she staying?
Uh... no.
No.
I'm sorry.
I should've warned you.
I wish... I wish...
I mean, I didn't get
any warning myself.
But John...
John!
She's come back to us!
And I've been thinking...
You know, we...
We mustn't press her.
We must not push her.
Whatever she's been through,
whatever she needs...
...we'll be here.
In her own time.
We... We've got
to give her space.
We can't go rushing in, and...
We won't make the same mistakes.
It isn't her.
Oh, love!
I didn't believe it
at first either.
It... It's so much to take in.
And... And she's different.
Of course she is.
I mean, what did you expect?
I... don't...
I don't recognise her.
Oh...
You just need to rest, my love.
Come on.
Come on, I'll help you up.
Uh.
Oh! Hello.
I thought I'd let you sleep.
You were out like the dead.
It's good.
You need it.
Tea in the pot.
What's all this?
I know,
it's ridiculous, isn't it?
Scones and cake... huh!
I've been stupid.
What did she say?
When you first saw her
what did she say?
Well...
She didn't say anything.
She was just sat there
on that front wall,
like... she'd forgotten
her key again.
It was so... ordinary.
And then she stood up
and I saw her properly.
And I thought... I thought
I'd finally tipped over.
You know, I thought
I was imagining things.
But... she had that look.
She had that same look
that she used to have
when she wanted to say sorry.
That same face.
And then we came in, and, um...
- we sat down and...
- Mary, Mary...
She must've said something.
Right?
Where she'd been, what happened.
It's ten years, Mary. Ten years.
Yeah, but you don't talk
about ten years in ten minutes.
She must've said something!
I mean, didn't she try
to explain?
She asked
for my forgiveness, John.
She wept.
And she asked
for my forgiveness.
Don't know
how it's gonna be. It's, uh...
It's lemon.
Still like it?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah?
Right. And then there's...
There's jam... for the scones.
And...
You've gone to so much trouble.
Oh, no.
It's nothing.
- Uh...
- Let me help you.
Sorry! Sorry!
- Sorry about that. Sorry.
- No worries. No worries.
Hang on a minute.
- Sorry.
- Sweetheart...
It's all right!
Relax.
Shall I cut you a slice
of lemon drizzle?
Your favourite?
Well, I mean... is it?
I don't know.
Yeah, that'd be lovely.
Great.
Pass the plates.
That's it.
Oh, sweetheart!
Come on.
We're having cake.
It's all right.
Yeah?
- Thanks.
- For you.
For you.
Sorry. Do you...?
- Are you gonna tell us?
- John...
You don't have to.
Ten years, and here you are,
sat in the kitchen
eating tea and cake.
- Don't mind him.
- It's all right.
Is it?
Not a trace of you!
Not a word!
- And now...
- John, please...
Sorry.
I've, um...
I've... I've lived with you
in my head.
I've imagined this moment
for so long...
But for you, what I've done,
I understand
if you don't want me.
Oh, no, no.
Where'd you go
when you got off the train?
- Just don't!
- Where'd you live?
What did you do?
Fourteen years old
with only a few hundred quid!
- Stop it!
- How did you manage?
And... And not a trace of you
anywhere!
Anywhere!
No recordings, no sightings,
nothing!
Will you leave her be!
We don't...
We don't have to do
everything at once.
What do you want?
Only to explain.
To... To ask your forgiveness.
You have it.
You have it.
Clare! Clare!
What have you taken?
We don't know! But, I mean,
she's almost unconscious.
- Clare, what have you taken?
- Yes, please. Please!
- Yes. Thank you. Thank you.
- Clare!
- They're on their way.
- Oh, thank God!
Wake up, sweetheart!
- Clare! Clare!
- John, she just...
- Clare!
- Clare!
Oh, thank God! Thank God!
You gotta stay awake now,
sweetheart.
How could you be so stupid?
Sweetheart...
You stupid, selfish little cow!
John!
John?
John?
She'd like to see her room.
So... The whole place is looking
a bit shabby, I suppose.
- Could do with a lick of paint.
- No, no, it's perfect.
So...
Clare!
Are you gonna be long?
Uh... uh, no, no.
Just, um...
You know, just a minute.
It's all the same.
So, you've got
your own place now?
Yeah. Yeah.
It's not much,
but it is the first time
I've lived properly on my own.
Oh?
- Maybe we should...
- I had a boyfriend.
When I left.
I... I thought he loved me.
He said he did.
He said he'd take care of me.
How stupid can you get?
He, um... He was my dealer.
Um, then it...
...just...
You don't have
to do this.
No, I want to.
I want to.
You deserve to know.
I was so angry.
I don't... remember why anymore.
You don't remember?
You... You never did
anything wrong.
It was me. It... It's all me.
You were a child.
No, I was old enough
to know right from wrong.
I think I just didn't care.
So, that was it, then?
You were with this man
all this time?
John!
No, I... I stayed a few years.
He made it difficult to leave,
but I...
I did. I did get away.
Why didn't you come home?
I... I was ashamed.
Dad, I...
I... I was ashamed.
Oh, sweetheart...
I know.
- It was horrible.
- I know.
It's done now.
It's all over.
Dad, help me.
Pl... Please forgive me.
So, after you left this...
this man,
what did you do then?
Maybe we shouldn't
talk about that right now.
Of course not.
You know,
I went full time.
Yeah?
Yeah.
It's been a few years now,
hasn't it?
Of course they stuck me
with Janet.
You remember Janet?
Mrs Hodge. Year one.
You couldn't stand her.
Right. Yeah, yeah. I, um...
I didn't know her name
was Janet.
And he's still
doing the trains.
That's great.
I... I used to love coming in
the shed, watching you work.
- D'you want some more broccoli?
- Did you?
Sorry?
You always used to say
trains were boring.
I probably just wanted
to wind you up.
We should go to the police,
get a DNA test.
John!
If she's
who she says she is...
- For God's sake!
- Maybe he's right.
There we go!
Why can't we just enjoy
this in peace
without having the media
camped outside,
you know, the endless hounding?
What do you want?
Is it drugs? Money?
Are you in trouble?
No, I...
What have we got
that she could possibly want?
We're nobody! We're nothing!
Why would anybody want us
if they didn't have to?
- We need a test.
- I should go.
No, you stay where you are.
John!
What did we do
for your ninth birthday?
- You don't have to.
- She doesn't know.
What is the matter with you?
You don't know, do you?
My ninth? Uh, was that a party?
I don't... Sorry, my memory.
It's all right, sweetheart,
you don't have to.
- She can't!
- Will you just leave her alone!
Wait, was, um...? Was...?
Um, was... was... was that the
one that we went into town?
The Lion King, wasn't it?
Yeah!
Yeah, you were obsessed
with that film.
Yeah, I-I...
You wanted to go for my tenth,
something special
for double figures,
but I begged and begged.
We went into town,
the West End.
Yeah, yeah,
we saw the show.
And we went for a Chinese after.
Do you remember?
What did you say to me
at the restaurant?
Oh! Oh, I, um... I wanted
to go again the next day,
but you... you said
tickets cost 70 quid.
Please!
Yeah! And I'd made a cake
and we went home and had that.
- Lemon drizzle.
- Mm... Mm...
Yeah, icing. Yeah.
- Buttercream in the middle.
- Yes, my favourite.
That was a really good birthday.
Jesus Christ, Dad!
The Lion King, wasn't it?
Mary!
Where have you been?
Nowhere.
Driving.
Mary, we need to...
What have you done?
What we should've done
a long time ago.
Oh, no, no, no!
- No! This is madness!
- John.
It isn't her!
But...
I think she knows all about her
somehow, about us.
I don't know how.
I don't why.
It's wicked what she's doing.
It's cruel.
- No!
- Mary! Mary, Mary...
I think she knew her,
knew our daughter.
- She might know where she is.
- I know where she is.
For the first time
in a very long time!
Mary, I know you want this
more than anything,
God knows I do, too, but...
...you must feel it!
You must feel it isn't right!
Don't tell me what I feel!
Don't!
For ten years
I've heard nothing but:
"You have to stay positive.
"You have to believe.
You have to give up hope.
"You have to find peace."
For ten years I've been told
what I have to feel,
what I have to think.
And I did what I was told.
I had no choice.
I had nothing to hold onto.
You had me.
She's come back, John.
Whether you like it or not.
Trains are boring.
Sugar bowl...
Sorry, do you not...?
OK, right...
Quickly...
f*ck!
You've got the live
and the neutral
the wrong way round, mate.
f*ck! Sorry, mate.
Sorry.
Liar.
You're a liar.
Got ya!
No, sorry.
No, love. Sorry.
Any joy?
Uh... no. Listen,
if it's all right with you,
I'd like to come back
on another night.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Thank you.
- No worries.
- Hey! Nathan, right?
Yeah, hi.
- How's it going?
- Yeah, good.
Listen, would you take a look
at something?
- Who's that?
- Have you ever seen her before?
I thought you were looking
for your daughter.
I am, yeah.
Well, this ain't the same girl
from before.
No, I know that.
I think she might know something
about Clare, about my daughter.
And who is she?
That's what I'm asking
if you've ever seen her.
Mate, how many girls
do you want us to look at?
Hey, you f*cking perv!
What, take photos of all the
girls that suck you off, do you?
No. Look, here.
Just take a look, right?
- Back off!
- OK, OK.
Just take a look, please.
- You know her!
- f*ck off!
- No, wait, please!
- Get the f*ck off of me!
- Hey!
- Move out my way!
- Tell me how you know her.
- f*ck off! Move out the way!
Move out the f*cking way!
For God's sake,
it's my daughter!
f*ck your daughter!
Mary?
Mary? I need to talk to you.
Mary?
'Long, dark blond hair.
'Blue eyes.
Light blue with hints of green.
'Five four. Slim build.
Size eight to ten.
'Good at sports. Football.
Netball. Long-distance running.
'Good singing voice.
Loved to sing.
'Was singing
before she was talking.
'She'll look different now.
'Unrecognisable probably.
'She'll probably
be different, too.
'We're all different now.'
No, he left early,
didn't he?
The missus called.
Ah, morning, fella.
So, I got the new van, didn't I?
Picked it up last night.
- She's a beaut.
- How much?
Eight, eight and a half.
Not bad.
Oh, come on, she ain't that bad.
- Is he all right?
- No idea.
Come on, lads.
Come on, let's get going.
John?
- Ready?
- Be right there.
Hi.
Um, you...
You've been watching me.
It's OK. I... I just thought
maybe we should talk.
Nothing to talk about
until you take a DNA test.
OK, that's fair.
You'll do it?
If that's what you want.
I know she won't be happy
about it.
All the publicity.
But I never wanted her
to have to choose between us.
So, whatever it takes.
I got you something.
It's not much.
- I can't.
- Please.
- I can't accept it.
- Please.
I-I never wanted
to make you unhappy.
Hello?
Hey!
- Bye, Mrs Reed.
- Bye-bye, Casey.
See you tomorrow.
Don't forget,
I want that picture of Dobby.
We'll have to call
the parents in.
It just can't keep going on
like this.
- I know.
- Oh, there's John!
- See you.
- Yeah, see you tomorrow.
- Well, what exactly did he say?
- Not much.
Possible sighting.
He wants us to come in.
Well, we can't.
I mean...
We have to, of course, but...
We have to...
- We mustn't...
- We mustn't what, Mary?
We've been blessed.
We've had good lives, John.
For better and for worse.
Have you asked her?
Have you actually asked her
about our daughter?
We've lived a decade of wanting.
A decade!
You're lucky if you get eight
on this earth. We've lost one.
- We don't have too many more.
- She's out there.
She's out there somewhere, Mary.
You know she is.
You've always trusted,
haven't you, John?
You've always trusted that...
someday, somehow, they'll get
to the bottom of it all,
they'll find everything out,
they'll find out
the reason, the...
...the how, the why.
Well, maybe we will.
In time.
But it won't be through them.
It'll be through her.
When she's ready.
Hello, love.
Oh, that's brilliant!
Yeah, of course I think it is.
Yes!
Oh... Oh, well...
No, I can't, actually.
I've got to stay.
I've got a staff meeting.
Cos Casey finally got
her assessment.
Mm-hm!
Yeah, it was good,
because now she'll get
the support she needs,
whether Janet likes it or not.
Listen, I've got to run,
but I'll call you
when I'm done, yeah?
Yeah. Me too.
Love you. Bye.
Right, then. Shall we go?
John. Mary. Has anyone offered
you any tea or coffee?
We're fine, thank you.
Good.
Listen, thank you so much
for coming in.
Of course, yeah.
So... we found
a possible sighting.
Please don't get your hopes up.
It's a long shot.
- It's from seven years ago.
- Seven years?
Colleagues in Manchester
are working on a case.
They're going back
on some CCTV footage.
You've had this for seven years?
It's an unrelated case.
I don't know what to tell you.
Nobody made a connection before.
But the new sergeant
saw our appeal.
I'm sorry.
They ran facial recognition
against our database.
Now, it's not conclusive,
but Clare's name came up
as a possible match.
If it is her, what does it mean?
It means we have something
to try and follow up on.
This other case in Manchester?
I can't tell you anything
about that, I'm afraid.
I know this is a lot to take in.
You already had us
do the appeal.
You put us through that.
Have you ever had journalists
camped outside your house?
Or hanging around
your workplace,
following you down the street,
trying to trick you,
pretending to be
an interested stranger
or helpful passer-by?
Hate mail? Death threats?
Whole websites dedicated
to saying
what a terrible parent
you must've been?
We need to look at the footage,
tell the Detective Inspector
what we think.
Let's see it.
Here.
We've enhanced it
as much as we can.
No.
Oh, my God!
Hello!
Oh, my little baby!
Oh, my God!
John!
Please, just look closely.
It's seven years old.
It's not her.
f*ck your daughter!
'With the latest BBC
news for Greater Manchester.
'I'm Jade Weston.
'The Housing Secretary
is looking at new measures...'
My girl's been missing
ten years.
She was 14 when she went.
She'd be 24 now.
Jasmine!
That's her name.
That's what she said, anyway.
I knew her.
Not well, mind,
but... we chatted some.
They used to bring a van round,
give us tea and the like,
before this place was set up.
Don't have the money
for that no more.
Clare. Her name's Clare.
Well, she said her name
were Jasmine,
said she lived
with her boyfriend.
When was this?
When did you last see her?
Uh... not for a long time, pet.
Roughly when?
Please, it's important.
I don't know.
Uh... seven years ago,
that sounds about right.
And this, um, boyfriend,
- what was his name?
- I don't know.
I saw him round once or twice.
He was a young fellow.
He weren't with anyone I know.
I haven't seen him for years.
Her?
No idea.
Dad, help me.
I'm not sure,
but here comes the sun.
I'm gonna try,
and we can afford it.
It's the trip
of a lifetime, so...
Manchester!
That's where you met her,
isn't it?
Um, I...
Look, I get off in 15 minutes.
Can we talk then?
We can talk now. Just tell me.
Right, OK. Let me close up.
Just f*cking tell me!
- Hey, is he bothering you?
- It's OK.
f*ck off
and mind your own business!
You what, mate?
I said,
"Mind your own business!"
- What the f*ck?
- John, please!
Oh, it's "John" now, is it?
What's the matter, Clare?
Can't quite bring yourself
to call me Dad?
- Back off me, yeah?
- I said f*ck off!
- Please!
- Take it easy.
f*ck off! All right?
Jesus, John! What are you doing?
- You know him?
- Put it down!
- I'm calling the police.
- No, it's OK. We're family.
- Is that what we are?
- f*cking nutter.
- Who the f*ck are you?
- Will you put that down!
It was in Manchester!
That's where she knew her!
John!
For God's sakes, why won't
you just tell us, please?
Just put us out of our misery!
- Look, I...
- Go!
- Go!
- You're a liar!
- You're both f*cking liars!
- Go, go! Give me the keys.
I'll, uh... I'll lock up.
I'll find you later, yeah?
- OK.
- Later.
"I'll lock up"?
Jesus, Mary,
that's your solution, isn't it?
Keep playing happy families,
pretend...
I'm not playing anything.
- It's disgusting!
- For God's sake!
You're disgusting!
It's sick.
- It's wrong.
- No!
Now you're lying to the police!
Stopping them
from doing their job,
from getting answers,
from finding out!
She's dead, John!
She's gone.
She's long gone.
And if we find out anything...
...it'll be that.
I knew right from the start.
Well...
a month after she went.
When there was no news
and... nothing.
I knew it then.
No.
She had to be, love.
Nothing else makes any sense.
Look, I mean...
She was angry.
Yeah, she was defiant.
She was very... very lost.
But she would've come home.
I mean, things weren't ever
so bad
that she wouldn't come home.
And then...
she did!
You're not making
any sense, Mary.
It is hard to understand,
I know.
I know. I...
I find it hard myself.
Don't really understand it.
But I don't want to understand
it because I know what I feel.
And it just feels right.
- Clare...
- Don't! Don't call her that.
No, listen.
Clare... must've known her.
You were right.
She won't say how,
and she won't say when,
but, in a funny sort of way,
it doesn't really matter.
What?
You think I'm mad.
I don't blame you.
I probably am.
She's our child,
Mary.
Our baby.
Mm.
We lost her, John.
We lost her.
My mummy's name is Mary
and she's a teaching assistant,
which means she helps
the teacher teach the kids.
My dad's name is John
and he's an electrician.
He's very clever,
fixing all sorts of things
with electricity.
He also fixes model trains,
which are actually
quite interesting
when you know how they work.
There's a chain reaction.
All right?
It's all right.
Would you like a drink?
She's been promoted
to Assistant Manager.
Right.
It's a lot more responsibility,
isn't it?
Cos you've got to do
the food ordering now.
Yeah, I... Yeah.
It's not a big menu, though.
It's just sandwiches and
toasties, that kind of thing.
And she's enrolled
in the college.
It's nothing, really.
- Hairdressing.
- Only part-time.
Well, no less valuable.
You're gonna have a real skill,
real trade.
Thing is, you'll never
be out of work,
because people will always want
their hair cutting.
And you've got
loads of options,
cos you can be working
in a salon or, um...
...you know, a mobile service.
You could set up your own
business, like your dad.
I'm, um...
I'm just gonna check the oven.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, John.
Please don't...
John...
I've upset both of you,
haven't I?
Oh, my God!
Oh, I'd better go and...
OK.
Clare.
You really want this, don't you?
You really need us.
Oh, sweetheart,
that's so lovely.
Oh... you're gonna make me cry.
Thank you so much.
Love you.
I'd like to make a toast.
Oh! Any excuse
for another drink.
- Thanks.
- All right, I just wanna say...
how grateful I am to be here
tonight with the both of you.
To my lovely, darling wife,
happy birthday!
May this year
bring you only joy.
- Thank you, sweetheart.
- To Mary!
- To Mum!
- Oh, thank you.
- Sentimental old boy!
- Happy birthday to you
- Happy birthday to you
- Oh! Look at that!
- Happy birthday, dear Mary
- Happy birthday, dear Mum
Happy birthday to you
- Thank you so much.
- Make a wish.
I don't need
to make a wish
cos I've got
everything I want.
Thank you.
I love you.
Mm.
I love you, John.
How many glasses of wine
have you had?
That's not why I'm saying it.
You only say it
when you've had a couple.
No, I don't.
I said it the other day
when you changed the plug
on my hairdryer.
Well...
I love you, too.
John!
Hey!
It's been a while.
How are you?
Yeah, yeah...
You know, good, good.
Well, I'm very glad
to hear that.
Uh, yeah, you know, I should...
I just, um...
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, no, I'm...
It's just crowds. You know, I...
Right. OK.
Come on, you.
Let's get your stuff
before it gets even busier.
- Good to see you.
- And you.
- I hope I don't see you soon.
- You too, Bella.
- You were gonna buy it.
- It's not for me.
It's not for me either!
Oh, sweetheart, I'm really sorry
to keep you waiting.
But the queues? Mad!
- Where are we going, darling?
- Uh, Mango.
Oh, no!
There's holey things
over there as well.
John!
I've said I'll work
with her again next year.
Seriously?
She's not that bad.
I can handle her.
And, you know,
at the end of the day,
it's the kids
that's gonna suffer, isn't it?
You know what I mean?
You're all right, you know?
We can have these
in front of the telly.
There's a new cop thing
starting tonight.
Another one?
Well, people like to think
they can solve a mystery.
Or if they can't, someone will.
Tea?
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
That doesn't sound good.
It's just
playing up a bit.
You're bent double
at work all day
and you hunch over all evening.
I'm just getting old,
that's all.
No, you're not old.
You and Mum, you...
You... you just need a massage.
I can get one
of the college girls to do it.
They're really good
and they need guinea pigs
for their course.
The show's starting soon.
Are you gonna be much longer?
I'll be in in a minute.
The, uh...
The motor's working fine.
It's just that the screw needs
to be realigned.
It's an easy job.
He could've done it himself
if he'd looked it up on YouTube.
Chain reaction.
That's right.
She told me she'd come in here
some evenings to watch you work.
She liked to hear you
talk about it,
even if she pretended
she didn't.
She was a hard girl,
but she was always soft
when she spoke about you.
We worked together,
shared a room in Manchester,
you were right.
We had the same pimp.
He called us the twins.
He thought we looked alike.
He thought it was funny,
two for the price of one.
He was a dickhead.
He met her down here.
He sold her the same sh*t
he sold all of us.
We were special,
he'd take care of us...
He did for a bit.
Um, she...
She spent everything on drugs.
I didn't understand her.
Everything was always wrong.
But she didn't know...
...she had so much.
Her own room,
her own stuff, people...
...who loved her,
cared about her.
She threw it all away.
She... she thought I was mad,
asking her things, every detail.
She told me, I don't know why.
I-I did use to dream about it,
about her life.
She'd sing sometimes.
She had a lovely voice.
I didn't have a grand plan.
I-I saw you on the telly
doing the appeal.
I-I-I don't know, it was weird.
I'd heard so much about you.
You were so familiar.
And you were so sad.
I-I know how that feels.
So, I came to see you.
I didn't...
I just thought maybe we'd talk.
I never... I-I-I never...
But...
She...
She asked me...
...inside.
She asked me to stay.
Cos she wanted
to take care of me.
She... she...
she just wanted me...
...so much.
And I just somehow knew
how to be with her.
With Mary.
Sorry.
I'm... I'm sorry.
The last time I saw her,
we were 17.
I-I don't know
what happened to her.
I wish I did.
I would tell you.
I understand you have to do
whatever you need.
It doesn't change anything,
not for me anyway.
Are you OK?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Um...
The show's on in two.
I'd... better get back.
- Yeah, I'll be right there.
- Yeah.
OK...
Early one morning
Just as the sun was rising
I heard a young maid sing
in the valley below
"Oh, don't deceive me
"Oh, never leave me
"How could you use
a poor maiden so?"
It's been good
having you with us, John.
I don't know how busy you are,
but Aaron says to say we've got
some other bits coming up
- and the door's open.
- Yeah, that'd be great, thanks.
Oh, sorry.
I gotta take this.
One sec. Excuse me.
Hello?
OK.
Oh. When?
We think he's been
operating for years,
- could go back decades.
- Jesus!
And with his job,
travelling around the country,
place to place...
No.
We're about to launch
an appeal for information.
I thought it was worth
you coming in
because of the connection
with Manchester.
So sorry. Can I have a word?
- Want to continue taking look?
- Yeah, sure.
What is it?
...and all it is
is flour, sugar, and butter.
I'll tell you
when you've done enough.
Keep going. Keep going.
Keep going, keep going. Good.
Oh, you're gonna get messy,
sweetheart.
Right, let's stick
one of these on you...
You might not want
to be a cook, necessarily,
but it's a lovely thing
to know how to do.
Then you can have
all your friends round,
you can have
lots of lovely meals,
and they'll always want to come.
You're a number!
Come on, get the scales down,
the weighing scales, yeah?
Oh, God, it's just...
Right,
when you use these...
- Have you used these before?
- No.
Never done
any cooking before?
No, never.
That's about right.
That's lovely.
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