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01x02 - Callorwell

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Ellis". Aired: 31 October 2024 – present.*
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DCI Ellis and assistant DS Harper are sent to help failing police investigations at different local police stations.

01x02 - Callorwell

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Oh, look, that's another 42 hours

you lot have

to get your ducks in a row

and charge me.

Just enough time to defrost

that chicken I put in the fridge.

DOOR SHUTS,

DISTANT SIRENS

ANSWER MACHINE BEEPS

'You have one new message.'

MESSAGE TONE

LEIGHTON: 'Ellis, charge your phone

or get a new one. Call me back.'

MACHINE BEEPS,

MOBILE RINGS OU

It was charged. I was shopping.

'Turn your ringtone up, then.

'What do you know

about Callorwell Police?'

Callorwell

Callorwell

Carla Duffy. Drug Baron.

Big operation collapsed.

LEIGHTON:

'CPS had to drop the prosecution.

'They have no choice

but to release Duffy.

'Best-case scenario,

'arresting officers just

skipped protocol or were sloppy.

'There's more. A lot more.

'DS Jenny Rawler. 35.

'Husband reported her missing

last night.

'He's gone public,

the press are all over it.'

ELLIS: "Officer disappears"

Husband is saying the force

had something to do with it.

'Her colleagues

are keeping a tight lip.

'And their DCI - Hain -

'picks this precise moment

to take a leave of absence.

'Stress.

'The station is a circus.

'So, we need you

to oversee this mess.'

You need PR on this, Ley.

An army of PR.

Not me.

'I need you to find DS Rawler.

'Harper's on his way.'

HARPER:

"Popular with her colleagues.

"Dedicated officer"

DOOR SLAMS

' "..quiet, serious.

' "Homebody.

' "Married to Adam Reid

for five years.

' "One stepson, Mark.

' "Her car was found

at Callorwell Activity Centre.

' "She was a regular, went climbing

twice a week, had her own locker." '

SHEEP BLEA

CHURCH BELLS RING,

LOW CHATTER

REPORTER: Carla?

Do you think the arrest was unfair,

Carla?

CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK

OFFICER: Back off!

PRESS PACK CLAMOUR

Carla?!

MUFFLED POLICE RADIO

MAN: Out of the way!

COMMOTION CONTINUES

OVERLAPPING VOICES

Carla Duffy?

Not quiet. Or a homebody.

Pretty serious, though.

ENGINE STARTS

Welcoming (!)

Yeah.

DCI Ellis and Harper, isn't it?

Yeah.

I'm DI Jamie Morrison.

So glad you're here.

We've put every resource

at your disposal.

Finding Jenny

is our number one priority.

So glad to hear it.

DOOR BUZZES

Welcome to the nerve centre.

Let me introduce you to the team.

LOW, OVERLAPPING CHA

MORRISON CLEARS THROA

Gents!

Attention.

This is DCI Ellis,

here to help us find

DS Jenny Rawler.

DESK PHONE RINGS

We all want the best results here,

so I'm expecting a clear,

open exchange of

Thank you.

I'm expecting you to exchange

everything you know with me

and DS Harper here.

Jenny Rawler's bank statements,

parking tickets.

Anything that tells me where she was

up until the moment we lost her.

And, to be clear,

I will not be sharing

any of my findings with your team.

Office.

I bow to your expert opinion,

DCI Ellis,

but, erm,

we're on the same side here, surely?

Your station just arrested

the head of a violent drug g*ng,

then botched the operation,

were forced to release her

without charge.

Carla Duffy.

Don't worry,

we'll get her next time.

Meanwhile,

the day Duffy's brought in,

one of your officers goes missing.

Her husband thinks your station

is involved in her disappearance.

That's absurd.

Perhaps.

But Jenny

was working the Duffy case.

Opens up another can of worms.

Yeah. Er, several, actually.

So, Jenny could have been kidnapped

or worse,

as leverage

for Carla Duffy's release.

Look, I get your point

My point is I don't know who,

if anyone,

I can trust on your force.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Everything we've got

on Jenny's movements, boss

..so far.

I appreciate

how well-informed you are.

But we know that DS Rawler

requested emergency leave

for personal reasons.

Not according to her husband.

So I gather. But then

The protocol for requesting leave

is an email

to the immediate line manager.

Which would be you.

Jenny sent one text to DCI Hain.

So as he was the last person

we know Jenny communicated with

Excuse me turning up unannounced

at your home, DCI Hain,

at this difficult time.

No apology necessary, DCI Ellis.

Missing person.

Time is of the essence.

I'm wondering why

if Jenny requested emergency leave.

Er, personal reasons, I believe.

Only, I noticed she sent the request

direct to you.

Which I found strange.

Strange? No.

No, typical Jenny.

And by text?

Not by internal email.

Which isn't protocol

I'm afraid DS Rawler never quite

got her head around protocol.

"A serious, capable officer"

is how Jenny's described.

"Well-liked."

And I'm sure no-one

will say otherwise.

The thing is, DCI,

I run a tight ship.

You can't turn up

with your shoes polished one day,

and then storm off in a strop

the next.

So, her disappearing

the day Carla Duffy is arrested,

her husband's allegations,

none of it bothers you?

No. First, it's just coincidence.

Second, well,

the man was beside himself.

My take on why she requested leave?

Attention seeking.

Jenny tends to

feel herself hard done by.

Looked over.

But the truth is she's just

not that talented a police officer.

But we make do with what we've got

and we, er, act grateful.

One of the many stresses of the job.

Yeah. Stress.

It's what you cited

in your request for leave.

MAN AND DOG PAN

MAN PANTS,

DOG WHINES

DOG WHIMPERS

CROWS CAW

DS Harper?

I'm DC Thompson.

Leah.

Anything I can do to help, ask.

Jenny and I are friends,

get on well.

We work a few cases together.

And she always stops for a chat

with you, doesn't she, Landry?

Great. Er, Leah? Great.

And Sergeant Landry, right?

So, I was hoping for a look-see

on Jenny's cases.

They're they're not in this file.

And I'm still waiting for access

to the system.

So, whatever you can do on hoc

URGENT VOICE IN BACKGROUND

Is it Jenny? What is it?

Sir

DETECTIVE WHISPERS

No. Please. God, no.

Everyone? Listen, erm

..we've had the call.

It's not good news.

It looks like we've found her.

MORRISON: Jenny.

She's dead.

SHOCKED MURMURS

I'm on my way.

The boys tell me you're the SIO?

While Hain

has a well-deserved lie-down.

Follow me, then.

I can't see the wound.

She's lying on it.

Single cut, stab.

But it severed the femoral artery.

She bled out.

So the wound's in her thigh?

We'll do a r*pe kit at the PM,

but sexual as*ault looks unlikely.

She was fully dressed

when she was discovered.

No other visible injuries.

MUFFLED STRUGGLE

But there was a struggle.

The mud.

Well, she's a copper.

She'd have put up a fight.

Well, if she was stabbed,

it would have had to have been

from behind -

she'd be running away.

But if it wasn't deliberate,

if she fell back?

Onto ?

Given the jagged fabric tear,

it's not a knife wound.

Something more

Like glass.

A broken bottle.

Plausible.

Whatever it was,

it's not in the wound any more.

No blood on any shards

in the immediate area.

Well, collect them all up anyway.

See if one of them fits.

Course.

I love a jigsaw puzzle.

Do you think she was meeting someone

who attacked her?

Or just a freak accident?

She fell and died alone.

If so, she wasn't alone for long.

Someone found her, took her phone,

texted Hain.

Requested emergency leave.

Someone who knew Jenny.

INDISTINC

POLICE RADIO CHA

DOG BARKS

More of you?

Mr Reid?

I'm DS Harper, this is DCI Ellis.

And DCI Ellis

is leading the investigation

into what happened to DS Rawler,

and we're here

You mean my wife?

Are you from Callorwell?

Er, no, sir.

DCI Ellis

That's summat, at least.

Mr Reid

my heartfelt condolences.

REID SCOFFS

This is a terrible time

for your family.

I don't have many questions.

We know you've been away from home.

At a conference.

I stayed at the Lane End Hotel

for two nights,

got back yesterday afternoon.

There was no sign of her.

I called. Texted. Nothing.

According to your

doorbell security camera,

you may have been

the last person to see Jenny.

Erm, I were headed back

to the library.

You can check, I had to swipe in.

Worked late. I've got exams.

And did you hear from Jenny

later that day?

Any calls, any texts?

No.

No, we we don't talk every day.

But we got on.

I mean, Jenny's

VOICE BREAKS:

..well, Jenny, she were

Your wife's phone is missing,

Mr Reid.

So we don't know yet who she called,

if she was alone,

if she'd arranged to meet someone.

Meet who?

Oh, my wife and I

did everything together.

Well, apart from her climbing,

your cycling and her job.

Which I begged her to pack in!

Have you any idea

what it's like for a husband,

knowing other men

are treating your wife that way?

"Excluded from briefings,

passed over for promotion,

"publicly undermined.

"Derogatory comments

about her ability to do the job."

And they made it quite clear why.

Cos she's a woman.

So, did Jenny submit this complaint?

No, but the email was ready to send.

Jenny hated making a fuss

and then something happened,

something unforgivable.

"The final straw", she said.

She started making enquiries about

how to lodge a formal complaint

..of bullying.

And this, er, this bullying.

Who participated in it?

You know what they say.

A fish always rots from the head.

DCI Hain.

So, erm, this complaint, do you

do you think that's why

Jenny requested emergency leave?

How many times

do I have to tell you? She didn't.

They're lying. Again.

Have you read the letters?

ELLIS SIGHS

Not yet.

But I'd like to,

if you could show them to me.

They're at the station.

I gave them to Landry!

Death threats.

Jenny said it was something

to do with work.

Death threats!

Dad!

She said she were dealing with it.

Yeah!

Instead of which,

they dealt with her!

Bit late for house calls, DCI Ellis.

Bit late for Jenny, too.

It's a terrible thing. Poor woman.

It's not what you called her

earlier.

"Attention seeking",

that's how you described her.

That was my professional assessment.

Of a woman about to file

a formal complaint against you.

For bullying.

Which I think you knew.

And now

..she's dead.

HE SCOFFS

So, what am I now?

A person of interest?

It depends what you were doing

Tuesday evening.

I'd have to check.

That would be helpful.

HE SIGHS

SNIFFS

Ah, yes.

Cards night at DI Morrison's.

Just the two of us.

Morrison is your alibi.

We had a few beers too many.

Went after hours.

Then I came home.

I need the name of the cab company.

You drove home drunk?

Yes. All right. I'm no saint.

Huh.

I'm not sure what time I got in.

I could ask your wife.

I slept in the spare room.

Didn't want to disturb her.

Still, she might

I'm gonna ask you to leave now.

If there's anything else,

I'd like my representation present.

Good idea.

I'll show myself out.

PHONE TAPS

Oh, we knew she was up to something.

It's a small station.

She was enquiring

about the complaints process.

Asked the wrong guy.

Look, man,

she was in love with him.

Hain didn't reciprocate,

or they were up to something.

Then she did what they all do.

"Woman scorned."

Ah, yeah. "Hell hath no fury."

Honestly?

Your lady boss

may be a bit of a tiger,

but all power to her

if she can find Jenny's k*ller

and get things back to normal.

PHONE DINGS

Excuse me.

Normal?

Hain back where he should be.

He's a good boss. And a good man.

A good man, Hain?

Er, you had him over for cards,

Tuesday night?

He's been under stress.

And Jenny's nonsense didn't help.

And I'm the sort who stands by a man

when he's down.

Right.

Hm.

Excuse me

..I fancy some toast.

May I?

I was just leaving, actually.

Yeah, me too.

Coffee's awful.

EXHALES SHAKILY

SOFT GASP

Are you following me?!

No.

I should warn you I'm a black belt.

Fourth Dan.

CHOKES UP

Hey, are you? Are you OK?

Sorry.

No, of course you're not.

LEAH SNIFFLES

Jenny was your friend.

You worked cases together.

Mm.

The Duffy op?

Yeah.

Nothing front line, though.

Filing.

I think Hain just put us on it

to keep us quiet.

Right.

Seriously, I'm fine.

Were you talking to Morrison

about Jenny?

A bit.

Look, erm,

it's my job to ask questions.

So, er, was it true?

About your black belt?

SHE LAUGHS

No.

Jenny and I used to wish we were

sometimes.

I wanted to ask him,

but maybe I can ask you?

Er, in the days

leading up to Jenny's death

..can you think of any

reported incidents?

Anything that stands out?

Yeah. A student overdose.

Her name was Amelie Hadenham.

She was 20.

Amelie.

And was, erm,

was Jenny on that case?

No. They put someone else on it.

Seriously, though, you could ask

for compassionate leave.

Yeah. They'd love that.

No, I need to help find

who k*lled my friend.

Hain.

I was I was talking to Morrison

about Hain.

Apparently,

I heard Jenny had issues with him?

Do you?

No.

I've no complaints.

ELLIS: 'He gave them to you.'

I, erm I-I may have

Let me, er

MORRISON: No, no, Sergeant Landry.

Let me.

What can I do for you, DCI Ellis?

Adam Reid handed in evidence

Wednesday night

while reporting his wife missing.

Letters.

Death threats.

I'd like to see them.

As would I.

That's the first I've heard

of any letters.

But I will personally

hunt them down for you.

And, erm

..I feel I should explain my evening

with Hain.

Oh.

Ah. Yeah, he was feeling low.

I felt obliged.

We ordered Chinese.

You-You can check the app.

Yeah. That'd be great.

Thanks, man.

Hain knew what Jenny was planning.

Yeah, Morrison, too.

Though, he reckons that Jenny

was just trying to get her own back

after an affair.

And Leah was proper cagey.

But, er, she did mention a suspected

overdose at the uni last Thursday.

Amelie Hadenham.

A student at Broughton University.

Jenny wasn't assigned to the case.

Was Amelie a friend of Mark's?

Maybe.

Or the drugs could be connected

to the Duffy investigation.

Which Jenny and Leah were on.

Filing.

Why don't we

bring them in for questioning?

The Duffy Crew.

And reveal what we don't know?

You only ask questions

when you're damned near certain

what the answers are gonna be.

But, boss, meanwhile my only

source of intel is station gossip.

IT still haven't given us access.

TEXT ALER

They're hiding something.

What is it, boss?

Jenny.

She was 18 weeks pregnant.

I mean, I'm no expert

..but I think I would know

if my wife

was more than four months pregnant.

Do you think they weren't

..you know

..intimate?

What did Mr Reid say?

"We did everything together."

Yeah. Nah.

So Jenny

was having an affair with Hain?

Like Morrison said?

The station gossip

is our only intel right now.

Keep asking around.

I could turn on the charm,

I suppose.

PHONE RINGS

Yep?

Chief Constable

wants an hourly update,

media want a report

from the Home Office.

There were death threats.

Letters.

The husband handed them into

the station, but no-one's seen them.

Crucial evidence missing.

We haven't seen

Jenny's phone logs yet,

had access to her cases,

or any complaints made against her.

TEXT ALERT CHIMES

'Why not?'

This could be something to do with

the Duffy op, domestic violence,

or cover-up of a workplace affair.

A blue-on-blue k*lling?

Or an accident.

Whichever, I'm just not getting

the cooperation I need.

Look, Ley, I've gotta go.

My immediate priorities are the logs

from Jenny's phone provider.

I need them yesterday.

Forensics from the car.

The contents of Jenny's locker

at the climbing centre.

We should have this.

I need the threatening letters

Jenny's husband

delivered to the station

retrieved from evidence.

I also need Jenny's case files

OFFICE CHATTER

..her records from HR.

And IT to sort out my access

to the station database!

CHATTERING CONTINUES

Just do it.

Gents?

CHATTER STOPS

Thanks, everyone.

Well, word on the wire

is Jenny was

Tragic, really.

..up the duff.

SAD MURMURS

Given which, I anticipated

you'd welcome the chance

to interview Mr Reid again,

DCI Ellis.

Meanwhile, a quiet word, DCI?

I spent the night searching

for those letters Mr Reid mentioned.

Mm-hm?

And

..unfortunately,

the letters were misfiled

and subsequently destroyed

by a probationary officer.

Whose probation has been terminated.

Obviously.

Those letters are part of

a possible m*rder investigation!

To be fair, ma'am, at that point,

it was just an officer in a tiff,

gone walkabout.

Get me computer access.

So, they k*lled Jenny

..and our baby?

I'm sorry, this is, erm

I know this must be

a terrible shock.

Especially as you knew nothing

of Jenny's pregnancy.

Why would she keep your baby

a secret from you, Mr Reid?

I think she was under

a lot of stress here.

Maybe she didn't know.

That can happen.

But I know Jenny

would never keep secrets from me.

We were incredibly close.

You did everything together.

You said.

Still, we've been wondering who else

might know Jenny's movements.

When she was going climbing,

for instance.

Lots of people.

Everyone here, for a start.

Showing Mr Reid a list of numbers

contacted by Jenny's phone

in the last six months.

Looking at those, it seems to me

Jenny didn't have "lots of people".

The only person

she called regularly was you.

Mark, occasionally.

And some work calls, obviously.

Work. She was obsessed with the job.

It was It was making her distant.

Oh, so you weren't incredibly close,

then, lately?

One of the calls is to

a midwifery centre in Callorwell.

And there are two other numbers.

Whose are those?

We haven't got through to them yet.

And that's the lot.

No family, no friends.

Yeah, well,

we didn't need other people.

What about the letters?

Whoever it was, they said

they were watching her every move.

You read that, right?

You haven't?

HE SCOFFS

So, instead of finding the person

who threatened and then k*lled

my wife and child,

you're raking over our private life?

I think it's obvious

what's happening here.

This is a police cover-up!

You've made me a happy man.

A man who's escaped the 1990s.

A proper detective thrives off

an old school crime wall.

Cupboard.

Father of the baby.

Hain.

Any sexual impropriety would

have been in Jenny's complaint.

True,

but Morrison's convinced otherwise.

And a delivery driver confirms

seeing a man fitting

Morrison's description.

No-one else. And

That's not a lot of food

for two grown men on the lash.

Hain had motive to k*ll Jenny -

shut down her complaint.

Morrison gives him an alibi

and destroys

Again, she didn't mention

death threats in the complaint.

SHARP EXHALE

The other two numbers.

OK, one is a registered nurse,

Naomi McKeith.

I've left her messages to call.

The other is an unregistered SIM.

Jenny called it once,

five months ago, no-one picked up.

Could be a wrong number?

SHE SIGHS

Did you try it?

This morning,

but there was no answer.

RINGING TONE

PHONE VIBRATES

BASS MUSIC POUNDS

Nothing.

Apart from the obvious,

it's not bad around here.

Nice views.

And the the university's

supposed to be good.

Don't tell me, you want to study

Forensic Psychology.

PHONE RINGS

WOMAN: 'Is that DS Harper?

Yeah, I just got your message.

'You're calling about Jenny?'

Am I speaking to Naomi McKeith?

I'm sorry I couldn't call earlier,

but I'm on an 18-hour.

EMOTIONAL SIGH

I saw the news.

Oh, sh*t, Jenny she was my

I'm very sorry for your loss.

You're on to DS Harper.

DCI Ellis is on the line, too.

We are leading the investigation

into the

Oh, I'd like to speak to you

in person, Ms McKeith.

My break's in an hour.

Can you come then?

Er Great. Yeah, we'll find you

at the hospital.

PHONE CHIMES

It's It's from Leah.

DC Thompson.

Oh, she came through.

CCTV footage from the hotel

that Mr Reid stayed at.

Great.

Not so great.

There's no breakdowns.

It'll take a while to get through.

God, I miss Trent.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I know I said I'd be on break,

but

He k*lled her, didn't he?

Who k*lled her, Naomi?

Her husband, Adam.

You'd known Jenny a long time?

Since school.

She's godmother to my kids.

Oh, God.

Come.

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

I've been on back-to-backs,

sorting out childcare without Jenny,

and I know it sounds

totally messed up

that I didn't get in touch

right away,

but if I didn't compartmentalise

like crazy,

it would all fall to bits.

I'd fall to bits.

PAGER BEEPS

Er You've gotta go?

Yeah, but

We can meet again

to talk about Jenny and Adam.

He's a controlling, cheating

PAGER BEEPS

He cut her off from everyone.

Work and climbing,

that's all the life he allowed her.

I only got to see her

cos of my kids.

Erm

But they were trying for a baby,

right?

Trying how?

Adam had the snip after Mark.

A vasectomy.

Didn't tell Jenny till after

the wedding, though. b*stard.

PAGER BEEPS

Sorry, I'm gonna have to

get back on the ward.

Adam didn't know Jenny was pregnant.

Pregnant?

Oh, Jenny. sh*t.

Why didn't she tell me?

PAGER BEEPS

Sorry, I have to

Just get him! Please.

PAGER BEEPS

SIREN WAILS

"Our baby"?

That was a whopper.

Hmm.

And Adam isn't the only one

with secrets.

Who was Jenny sleeping with?

Whoever it was, he's less likely to

have k*lled Jenny than her husband.

Boss.

He said he never left the hotel.

That's Adam Reid.

Another whopper.

Glad to see you're keeping up

your leisure activities, Mr Reid.

You must be feeling better.

Exercise helps me process

my emotions.

My grief, in this case.

Please, can't you just leave me

in peace to mourn?

I've told you everything I know.

That's not quite true, Mr Reid,

so we thought we'd give you

another opportunity to talk to us.

Somewhere quiet, perhaps.

Look, I panicked, OK?

I lied.

About Jenny's pregnancy?

It was the shock.

You were basically telling me that

my wife had been having an affair.

So you pretended the baby was yours.

I had to.

I knew how bad

it would make me look.

What makes you look bad, Mr Reid,

is that you're more concerned

about how you look

than you are about how Jenny died.

What makes you look bad

is the control you had over

"your wife",

as you insist on always calling her.

The tiny world

you allowed your wife.

It has a name. Coercive control.

And that's a crime.

OK?

Naomi's kids. Work.

A climbing wall, twice a week.

You.

That's not a life.

Three times a week.

And Naomi? That leech.

I bet she put the boot in.

Jenny did everything for that woman

and her kids.

I'm not the monster here.

The night Jenny disappeared,

you told your colleagues

you were having an early night.

Then you left the hotel at 6pm

and took a taxi back to Callorwell.

No comment.

You returned to the hotel at 6am.

No comment.

No need. Cab company confirmed it.

Did you see Jenny that night?

No comment.

Did you k*ll Jenny Rawler, Mr Reid?

No!

You're right, Mr Reid.

You do look bad.

And the fact that

you've been sleeping with

Miriam Anderson

makes you look even worse.

But lucky for you, Mr Reid,

Mrs Anderson insists

that you spent the night

of your wife's death with her.

And she proved it, too.

Showed us the photos and everything.

OK cases.

Jenny was focusing on

sexual offenses.

A specially trained officer.

She and Leah.

Wow, their conviction rate,

way above average.

Not the rubbish cop Hain described.

But Hain and Morrison

take her off sexual offences

and put her on some big operations.

Working under them.

She's just jumping

from case to case.

She's not jumping.

She's being pushed.

Her case history backs up

her allegations of bullying,

until

Er

Yeah, five months in,

Jenny requests a transfer.

Problems at home?

Jenny leaves the Carla Duffy op,

is moved over to

Broughton University.

Amelie Hadenham dies last Thursday.

Then Jenny prepares her complaint.

Amelie Hadenham

wasn't on Jenny's caseload.

So why would the overdose

be the last straw?

Another sexual offence case?

Tim Jones.

Multiple alleged sexual offences.

Flashing.

But Jenny couldn't pin a conviction.

Then he's named in the local papers.

Er

Jones lodged an official allegation

of police harassment.

Said they deliberately leaked

his identity.

"Callorwell Police

destroyed my life."

He names Jenny.

PHONE VIBRATES

'Ellis, there's something

I need to show you at the scene.'

OK, Bennett. Meet you there.

Bennett?

This is what I wanted to show you.

I've been thinking about

her position.

Her leg was lifted,

nothing below to support it.

With that level of tissue damage,

she couldn't lift it.

Someone did that to her.

There's also a bruise

above the wound on Jenny's thigh.

Hmm, as if someone

was holding her there?

Not a handprint. Too regular.

See?

Hmm.

And there's more good news.

The glass jigsaw.

We solved the puzzle.

Found the perfect fit

for Jenny's wound.

Any prints or DNA?

None. Nothing at all on it,

except nitrile.

Off one of these.

Now, I don't mean traces.

Somebody very deliberately

wiped down that broken bottle

wearing a glove.

OK.

What did Bennett have?

The r*pe kit came back clean,

but someone was with Jenny

when she died.

Someone wearing nitrile gloves.

It could be anyone.

Any copper, for starters.

KNOCK AT WINDOW

I know you're following me!

I know an undercover car

when I see one.

A clear breach

of my civil liberties.

Gimme that.

That was Tim Jones.

Go!

Mr Jones, we'd like a word!

Look, whatever that witch

is saying now, it's a lie.

I didn't do it.

If by "that witch"

you mean Jenny Rawler, Mr Jones,

she's dead!

You haven't heard?

Don't you watch the news, Tim?

Never.

You can't trust mainstream media.

DOG BARKS

I lost my job, my wife, everything,

cos of that woman's

rabid feminist agenda.

She was obsessed.

Repeated arrests

for indecent exposure, trolling.

It sounds like you were the one

who was obsessed.

Her superiors didn't agree.

I was released.

No further action.

So she set about

ruining my good name and

And now she's dead,

and here you are,

heading straight toward the place

where she died.

It's still a free country,

just about.

And the dog likes the woods.

DS Rawler came climbing here

twice a week.

Did you ever see her?

No. And I didn't k*ll her, either.

We don't know that she was k*lled,

Mr Jones.

So, we are simply looking for

potential witnesses.

Someone who might have seen her,

the night of.

Where were you Tuesday evening?

Erm At home.

Then walking the dog.

Then at home again.

Don't you need to check?

No, cos that's all I ever do.

Watch TV. Walk the dog.

Morning, noon, dinner, midnight.

Repeat.

Must be a tired dog.

Well, that's my life now,

thanks to your DS Rawler

and her little doe-eyed sidekick.

You made complaints. A lot of them.

Yeah, I was exercising my rights

as a British citizen.

Are we finished?

Dog needs walking,

TV needs watching.

For now.

But we'll be in touch.

You don't need to tell me!

I know I'm being watched.

Mass surveillance.

Next, you'll be putting a chip

under my skin.

This is bordering on harassment,

DCI Ellis.

Once and for all,

I did not k*ll that woman.

That woman and her unborn child.

Oh, yeah.

Surprised you hadn't heard that

on the wire.

DI Morrison's quite the talker,

and he thinks you were sleeping

with Jenny.

Keep your bloody voice down.

Walk this way.

How far along was she, Jenny?

Four and a half months.

sh*t!

HE SIGHS

sh*t, that's horrendous.

Yeah.

That would mean, erm November.

I was on holiday with my family.

Three weeks in Dubai.

Nice for you.

See?

I'll forward you the eTickets.

That satisfy you?

Someone got Jenny pregnant.

Someone sent her those letters.

Letters?

Death threats.

Her husband handed them in

the night he reported her missing.

Since destroyed.

What?

Bloody Morrison.

Well, I was on leave.

It never would have happened

on my watch.

Course. You run a tight ship.

Jenny's record of convictions

on sexual offences was spotless.

And she was hopeless

on any other type of investigation.

So, I may have made her life

uncomfortable.

Moved her from case to case.

And yet, you put her

on the Duffy operation.

Admin.

Sat in on a couple of interviews.

And for a moment there, I thought

I'd finally found her niche.

She seemed to be going

above and beyond.

Way beyond, as it turned out.

And not for us.

Ah, see? You're getting there.

You think Jenny was sabotaging

the Duffy operation.

A bad apple?

Turning the whole barrel rotten.

And I wasn't gonna let that happen.

So, you figure it out.

You seem like a good cop, DCI Ellis.

Just do the bloody work

and leave me and my family alone!

Well, so if Hain knew Jenny

was corrupt,

then why wouldn't he report her

instead?

Her conviction rate

on sexual offences was too high.

It made him distrust her,

and made proving she was bent

tricky.

So, he tries to bully her out

instead.

But Jenny wasn't corrupt.

She investigated

those cases properly.

Until he put her

on the Duffy operation

to keep an eye on her.

And suddenly she's different.

Something changed.

OK.

Callorwell opened

the Duffy investigation in June.

Get one conviction straight off.

Carla hires a crack legal team.

And in August,

Callorwell nail

Carla Duffy's brother, Casey,

for possession with intent

and unlicensed firearms.

CPS are building

a child trafficking case.

They're picking off

Carla's big g*ns, one by one.

And in September

..Jenny joins the Duffy case.

And after that

Everything goes quiet.

Why?

Blown out search warrants

that turned up nothing.

Evidence lost.

And Jenny asks to be

taken off the job in January.

Things pick up.

And in March,

Callorwell pull in Carla Duffy.

So, Hain was right,

Jenny was sabotaging the operation.

Real question is, what for?

What for? Erm money?

No. She wasn't that bad off.

Love, hate, fear.

The baby. Love.

Jenny loved someone.

Someone she had to keep secret.

Someone she wanted to

stay in contact with.

The baby's father.

And this is who.

Now, we have an unregistered SIM

that no-one picks up,

but Jenny called.

Yeah, once, or maybe by mistake.

Or maybe they only pick up

to a particular number.

Jenny had another phone.

A burner. She kept it safe.

Away from work, home.

Somewhere no-one could find.

Her gym bag.

But that hasn't turned up.

Boss, why would Jenny need a locker

in the climbing centre?

When she's carrying everything

she needs in that bag. Right!

Callorwell must have set up

our access by now!

Huh!

DOOR BUZZES

Nice one, Landry. Finally.

No,

this is DC Thompson's handwriting.

Harper?

Hmm?

DC Thompson didn't mention

clearing out Jenny's locker.

Boss, send me that number.

PHONE CHIMES

Secure database.

This'll tell us if the number

was used in any criminal activity.

Boss.

Jenny was sleeping with him.

Had her baby with

Curtis Keogh. Carla Duffy's son.

Well, that is interesting.

The intention

is to arrest Curtis Keogh.

One of Carla Duffy's boys.

He and his associates

are known for firearms,

so this is an armed operation.

Any questions?

Are we arresting him in connection

to Jenny's death, sir?

Only

No.

Business as usual.

We're collaring a known felon.

Haven't CPS called a halt

on the Duffy case?

Just on Carla, for now.

We've credible intel

Curtis is at this address.

Right, gents.

Let's be 'aving him.

My office, please.

You made sure it was you

that cleared her locker,

went through Jenny's stuff.

Cos I didn't want them touching it.

Finding something else

to bad-mouth her about.

Jenny was the sweetest.

And she was a good cop.

Good cops don't run intel

for county line gangs -

drug dealers, child traffickers.

They don't sabotage

their own operations.

The Duffys?

SHE SCOFFS

But we worked that case together.

We'd had some bad luck,

Carla had heavyweight lawyers

and Jenny was worn out.

The pregnancy, I guess.

But I'd have known if she was

We got results, when they let us.

And if Jenny was doing what you say,

it's because Hain, Morrison

You can go now, DC Thompson.

I signed up to do something good,

to help people.

But what happens here

this isn't policing.

Leah. Look, she's tough, I know.

I thought a woman

would stand up for Jenny,

be on her side for once.

She's just like all of you.

Victim-blaming.

Where Where you going?

When I said you should take

some leave, I didn't

Leah, you do not want to do that.

I already did.

I'm done.

DOOR BUZZES

ENGINE REVS

I'm gonna make this call to Curtis.

Things are going to move fast

and in strange directions.

KEYPAD TONES

RINGING TONE

PHONE RINGS

Different number.

Who the feck are you?!

Ms Duffy.

I need to speak to Curtis Keogh

about Jenny Rawler.

'You calling that number tells me

'you've been speaking

to too many people as it is.'

I'd like to speak to Curtis

face to face.

I think you can arrange that.

'Why the hell

would I want to do that?'

Because an armed unit is heading for

the garages on Bridge Road,

and sh**t-outs are bad for business.

DUFFY ENDS CALL

PHONE BEEPS

Co-ordinates.

Show yourselves!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Show yourselves!

Show yourselves!

Show yourselves!

Clear!

Clear! Clear!

Clear! Clear!

sh*t! sh*t! sh*t!

DOOR BUZZES

DCI Ellis?

Could I have a word?

Go on.

It was my daughters, really.

It shouldn't take that

to do the right thing.

Morrison assumed the letters

were from Hain.

He told me to shred them.

And that we protect our own.

Jenny was one of your own, too.

So are we gonna discuss it?

I mean, what is the

what is the protocol when

it comes to tipping off criminals

to an imminent raid?

That raid wouldn't have got

a single safe conviction.

Personally, I feel fine about it.

Copasetic.

RINGING TONE

'Ellis?'

Boss, I'm sending over DI Morrison's

deliberate suppression of evidence.

I recommend

his immediate suspension.

I'll walk from here.

But this is a bad idea, boss.

You can't go up there alone.

Wait here.

Grand view, isn't it, DCI Ellis?

Oh, I know who you are.

Top cop wheeled in

from the Big Smoke.

Then you'll know I'm not here

to discuss the view.

DUFFY CHUCKLES

They must love you

down at Callorwell,

that shower of sh*t (!)

But a woman should enjoy the moment.

Get herself some "me time"

when she can.

Tea?

Go on, it won't k*ll you.

We need Curtis

to answer some questions

about Jenny Rawler.

My son didn't hurt her.

None of my sons, my nephews,

brothers,

would dare put their hands

on a woman.

Even my da

learned the error of his ways

in that regard in the end.

He's a suspect.

His relationship with Jenny,

what he made her do

He didn't make her do a thing.

She betrayed her colleagues,

her husband.

I've learned, if you want loyalty,

you need to earn it.

She had a professional duty.

I never put work before family.

And everyone that works for me

is family.

Or feels like it.

I make sure they do.

Sounds like manipulation to me.

Or love.

Got any family yourself?

Just my dad.

And my daughter.

Nice.

Now, there,

you got the better of me.

Not for the want of me trying.

I was set on a girl this time.

A granddaughter.

Nothing beats a girl.

I knew they'd be having a girl.

I had a little dream

of visiting my granddaughter,

teaching her how to bake a cake,

drive fast,

take no sh*t from anyone.

I think someone k*lled that dream.

I'd like to know who.

I'm of the exact same mind.

Could be Curtis.

No.

But if it was,

you can do what you like to him,

and fair play to you.

He was the most terrible fibber

as a boy.

But I've told him, no nonsense.

He'll be good.

Well, it was a pleasure

talking to you.

These boys.

They have families, too.

Dreams, too.

They're not here for the fresh air

and "me time".

You're k*lling their dreams,

Carla Duffy.

Am I so?

Well, maybe you'll get a chance

to stop me

..next time.

Cuff him.

All right, DC Thompson?

You did this!

Wait, Leah!

You k*lled her!

Leah, hey.

Look at me.

Look at me, look at me, look at me.

SHE HUFFS

I've read the letters now.

The letters?

Right.

Well, was it just the bullying,

or was it something more?

What do you think?

Jenny and I used to joke,

"What's the betting they've got

a WhatsApp group about us?"

I can imagine

what they say about me.

"DC Dog Face."

I mean, that's ridiculous.

Look at you.

So what?

I'm at work. What matters is,

can I do my job?

Not how I look.

Of course.

Just stay. Just stick it out.

Keep my head down?

Hope that justice gets served?

Like it did with Tim Jones?

He flashed a 12-year-old.

How can women keep safe

from a man like Tim Jones

if they don't know what he's done?

Leah

"Don't be such a drama queen,"

they said.

Seriously?

A girl from the uni

walked into this station

to report that she'd been r*ped.

They didn't even bother

to generate a crime number.

Amelie Hadenham.

We looked after all our girls.

Made sure they understood

that using a dating app

or going home with a guy

didn't equal consent.

"Do not enter."

You wrote that.

Leah

..I'm sending you pictures

of these letters.

MESSAGE SENT TONE

Do what you like with them.

PHONE DINGS

Funny, this is where it happened.

Not the most romantic place to meet

the love of your life, but

DS Rawler sat in

on your questioning?

Jenny. Yeah.

They were just fishing, really.

But she caught

more than she bargained for.

Yeah, cos you started using Jenny

to pervert the course of justice.

That's not what it was!

Don't be twisting things.

I didn't have to talk to yous,

you know?

Ma could have gotten me away, easy.

I'm here for Jenny.

Jenny was working admin.

Filing.

She had means and opportunity

to interfere with evidence.

Evidence pointing to you.

I didn't ask her to.

And it was just the once.

Once was enough.

You think I don't know that?

But it didn't matter what she did,

she didn't deserve

the things they called her.

She needed a way out.

And so did I.

You met regularly to discuss ways

to disrupt the operation.

To discuss us.

Once a week.

It's all he'd let her have.

Jenny's husband, Adam Reid.

Kept her like a bird in a cage.

She could only get away

for a few hours.

Three climbing sessions a week.

But she only went to two.

'We'd do a film,

take a drive, talk.'

I thought you'd have got your

marching orders by now, DI Morrison.

Marching orders?

I'll have you up

for insubordination, Sergeant.

Yeah, I doubt it. You'll be lucky

if you get demoted to PC.

Tell me about Amelie Hadenham.

The OD at the uni?

Not our customer.

What was it she took?

Alprazolam. Benzodiazepine.

So where's a bunch

of old school dealers like us

get something medical like that?

No, Ma's been tearing her wig out.

So there's a new supplier in town?

If you know who, tell me ma.

The night Jenny died?

After Jenny's shift that morning,

she was going home, packing a bag,

and meeting me.

But?

Jenny never turned up.

Must have made you angry.

I've never been so gutted

in my life.

So you went looking for Jenny?

BANGS TABLE

Fff

f*ck!

I wish I had.

But I did something stupid instead.

Jenny changed me,

but I'm me ma's son.

Can't grass, not even on meself.

Sorry.

Where's DC Thompson?

How did she not know about all this?

How did you not know about all this?

Now, you can forget

about DC Thompson.

Callorwell Station is down

another female officer.

Right, listen up!

So, before you're all suspended,

is there anyone

in this shitshow of a station

who can pull the cell site history

off Curtis Keogh's phone?

I need it yesterday.

SHE SIGHS

Sorry about that.

I've got ten minutes.

There's a room we can use.

OK.

Take your time.

So, yeah, I did the sexual as*ault

examination on Amelie Hadenham

and gave Jenny the heads-up.

She'd clearly been attacked,

and without Jenny on her side,

I knew Callorwell would bury it

if they could.

Two percent conviction rate

on sexual cases?

They're not worth the hassle.

Amelie wasn't on Jenny's caseload.

They kicked her off and buried it.

And then Amelie overdosed.

But Jenny kept trying to

do the right thing by her.

Did she ever talk to you about

her relationship with Curtis Keogh?

Who? Never heard of him.

Curtis Keogh was a suspect

in a big drugs operation

Jenny was working.

And the father of her child.

EXASPERATED EXHALE

That's wild.

Jenny hated everything about drugs.

Amelie Hadenham.

You were there

the night she came in,

said she'd been assaulted on campus.

You knew Jenny wanted that case.

She'd already taken the victim

for a sexual as*ault examination,

was ready to interview,

but Morrison asked you to bury it,

and you did as you were told.

Didn't even issue a crime number!

All right, all right.

Kept telling myself,

"Grit your teeth and bear it

"..just long enough

to claim the pension."

It's our job to listen

to the victims.

You didn't.

Now she's dead.

These letters,

they're not Carla Duffy.

Not her style.

STOMACH GURGLES

Hmm. Sorry about that.

COMPUTER DINGS

Boss.

Ah, nowhere near the woods.

Turns out he was inside

a jewellery store,

doing a smash and grab.

"Everything they're not telling us."

What's that, boss?

Search,

"Everything they're not telling us."

It's a conspiracy theory book.

He walks his dog morning, noon,

dinner time.

And midnight.

We should have brought him in

from the get-go. Yeah.

Jones!

Go!

PAINED MOAN

Let her go, Jones!

She came looking for me!

Hounding me!

I thought with the other one dead,

I'd be left alone.

Stay back!

All right, Tim.

We know you wrote the letters

to Jenny.

She made you angry.

You're angry now.

But you need to let DC Thompson go,

Mr Jones.

DS Rawler destroyed my life.

You were stalking her.

You'd warned her in your letters

that you were watching her.

You knew about her schedule, Tim.

When she went climbing.

You'd already threatened to cut her.

And Tuesday evening

I'd had a bad day!

So, I came to the centre.

I was thinking, maybe, I'd

Confront her.

Tell her what she'd done.

Maybe.

Hurt her.

No. She hurt me!

Telling everyone my name!

And what you'd done.

That must have been humiliating.

Your secrets out in the open.

Thing is, Mr Jones,

Jenny didn't leak your name

to the press.

Of course she did!

How else could they have known?

Someone did.

Someone who felt

it was the only thing they could do

to keep women safe!

It wasn't her?

Well, well then

Argh!

Put your hands behind your back.

Hands behind your back.

COUGHS

Argh! No!

Calm yourself.

Who did it? Who did it?!

Me!

You b*stard!

And I was right.

I knew you'd r*pe, k*ll, in the end.

You m*rder*d Jenny!

No, I never touched her!

I waited for her,

but she was a no-show!

I'll be on the CCTV!

Move, Tim.

Calm yourself down.

I'm gonna put you in the car.

That's Jenny's. He had it.

What are you doing

with Jenny's gym bag!

I found that! I swear!

I just found it.

Move, now.

So you did a smash and grab,

seriously?

I told you I did something stupid.

Not for the first time.

Jenny's best friend

Naomi.

..she's never heard of you.

What Jenny had done,

what we were planning,

had to be kept secret.

She also said Jenny hated drugs.

She was right on that score.

We found Jenny's gym bag

at the scene.

She was ready to leave.

Packed her passport,

and a load of prescription drugs.

Look, Curtis, did your ma know

that Jenny was the one

dealing at university,

taking business from her?

Are you stupid or what?

Jenny, move product? She'd never.

f*ck!

f*ck. I told her.

I told her my ma

had worked out who it was.

I told her

she needed to pick her family,

us or them.

You spoke to Jenny on Monday?

She said if it was true,

she'd sort it.

We agreed to leave on the Tuesday.

When she didn't turn up,

you were angry enough to smash a car

into a jewellery shop.

Ten years minimum!

Because I thought she'd chosen them!

Whoa, whoa.

Is everything all right? It's OK.

We've got this under control.

HE SOBS

Hey, take it easy, Curtis.

You all right, mate?

I told her, family or no,

I couldn't protect him

now Ma had found out.

She needed to make him stop.

Jenny said

she'd speak to him next day.

Said I'd see her tomorrow,

and she never came.

If he did it,

k*lled Jenny, the little sh*t

DCI Ellis, ending the interview.

URGENT KNOCKING

When did you last see Mark?

Er Yesterday, I think it was.

I I expect he's studying.

I need to look around his room.

DULL THUMPS

RATTLING THUMP

Somewhere for you to study

your forensic psychology.

Ah, I should be so lucky.

What?

You could end up an educated fool

like Morrison.

You're good as you are, Chet.

Trust in that.

BELL RINGS

Mark! Hey, stop there!

What's he doing?

Oh, really?!

YOUNG MAN: Hey, go on, mate!

YOUNG WOMAN: Argh!

Mark! Stop!

STUDENT: Who was that?

You all right?

CHATTER

Oh, sorry, sorry.

WOMAN: What you doing?!

Stop!

Did you see that?

Mark, it's over.

Kid, stop it.

Argh!

Get off!

Get up, Mark!

Get off me! No!

Mark Reid, I am arresting you for

possession with intent to supply,

and the constructive manslaughter

of Amelie Hadenham.

Sixty grand of student debt

for a degree that's worth nothing.

It won't even get me a job to pay us

the interest on the loan.

Can't afford a mortgage.

What were I supposed to do?

Well, work?

Make something of yourself

in the world.

Even Jenny got it.

Not the dealing.

She didn't know about that.

Until she did.

But I knew she had connections.

You knew about Curtis.

I saw them at the movies one night.

Didn't blame her. Dad's a git.

But it made me more paranoid

about the Duffys.

What if they found out, came for me?

CHAIR SCRAPES FLOOR

Talk to me about Amelie Hadenham.

You gave her the benzodiazepine.

Something bad had happened to her.

Didn't know what. Didn't ask.

But she overdosed, Mark.

Is it my fault

she didn't read the packet?

Maybe she couldn't count.

After Amelie died, I were done.

But when I got home Tuesday,

Jenny were there, waiting for me.

She found half my stash, took it,

and put it

Put it in her gym bag.

She said she could sort it

so there'd be no trouble

from the Duffys.

That was the last time I saw her.

Did I get Jenny k*lled?

Where did you get the drugs?

Who was your supplier?

Where do you think?

Not like my dad allowed us

many friends.

Ah.

OK.

All right.

Naomi? Sorry.

Naomi McKeith?

MAN: I haven't seen her.

Ah, here!

Yeah.

I'm looking for Naomi McKeith.

Naomi.

Naomi!

'Doors opening.

'Lift going down.'

Nurse, can you open the door?

Please!

Thank you.

sh*t!

Excuse me, please! Out the way!

You have to believe me.

I loved Jenny.

Could never hurt her.

But you could supply prescription

medications to Mark Reid.

Medications that led to the death

of Amelie Hadenham.

I needed money for me kids!

My salary, I can't even pay for

the childcare while I'm at work.

You any idea the humiliation,

taking your kids to a food bank

after you've finished

an 18-hour shift?

Jenny was helping you.

Jenny was leaving, with Curtis.

She didn't tell you about the baby.

No. Why didn't she?

If I'd have known

she was pregnant, I

She'd asked to meet me.

Said she had something to tell me.

'She started shouting at me about

the drugs, about Amelie.

'I saw red.

'Lecturing me,

'when she was sleeping with

the biggest drug dealer in town!'

Get off! Stop it!

I said stop!

'You pushed her.'

'Doors opening.

'Lift going down.'

Take the next one, mate.

'Doors closing.'

ALARM TRILLS

Go on.

I couldn't figure out

what had happened at first.

But her face was so pale.

Confused.

I knew something was wrong.

She was in shock.

She'd landed on a broken bottle.

So much blood.

A puncture wound,

severing the femoral artery.

I stopped the bleeding.

But I knew Jenny so well.

She always had to do

the right thing.

You sure about that?

Even after everything she did

for Curtis?

WHIMPERING

No.

I couldn't risk it.

She'd picked her family.

It wasn't Adam and Mark any more.

Or even me and the kids.

It was him.

So you wiped down the broken bottle

with your glove.

Hid the bag as best as you could.

You took Jenny's phone,

texted her DCI to delay the search.

And came into work.

Said nothing to nobody.

I know it sounds like

the craziest

Not really.

It's what you said before.

You compartmentalise.

LIFT DINGS

'Doors opening.'

I fancy something to eat

that's not crisps or caffeine

or curry sauce.

It's a bit of a drive, though.

Chet?

You coming?