Suspects (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - Episode #3.2 - full transcript

REPORTER: A badly burned
young woman has been rescued

after being dumped
in the River Thames.

Police believe she is the victim
of a botched murder attempt

and are appealing for witnesses

to what they're describing
as a horrific crime.

Crime scene extends all the way
down there and 'round the back,

but witnesses
have been all over it.

Where are the witnesses?

Uh, witnesses are these
two homeless guys here.

Saw someone, possibly
male, with a white van

throw a body into the river.



BELLAMY: Victim?

STEELE: Um, female,
very badly burned.

No I.D. on the body.

She's been taken
to the burns unit.

She's still alive.

She's a fighter, but
it could go either way.

BELLAMY: All right.

I'll see you back
at base early doors.

STEELE: Okay.

Well, you'll be earlier
than me, obviously, but...

- Good night.
- Night, guys.

- Safe home.
- Want a lift?

- Yeah, do you mind?
- No.

[Telephone ringing,
siren wailing in distance]



WESTON: Boss is in?

STEELE: Yeah,
she wants to see us.

Victim's made it
through the night,

so we are dealing
with attempted murder.

Priority is I.D. the victim and
track down who's responsible.

One good piece of news

is that we've got some blood
under the victim's fingernails,

which may suggest that
she fought her attacker.

I've got that blood being
fast-tracked for DNA.

I'm working on
I.D.'ing the victim.

Facial recognition is
gonna be really difficult

just 'cause she
was so badly burned.

But we know height, her
hair color, which is brown.

We know her eye
color, which is hazel,

and that she's
about 20 years old.

Um, her clothing,
or what's left of it,

is being fast-tracked
through Forensics,

and so is this, which is a
necklace she was wearing

which is quite distinctive,

so I'm running it through MISPER
and maybe we'll get something.

WESTON: Okay, so,
we've got our white van.

Pick it up on CCTV
leaving the scene

in and around the
time of the incident.

No way of getting the reg plate

because it seems to have
been deliberately obscured

by what looks like duct tape.

This van goes around the corner.

It disappears.
We lose track of it.

Got a potential
I.D. on our victim.

WESTON: Mm-hmm? Yeah?

- Yeah.
- WESTON: Great.

So, that necklace that
we put through MISPER

spat out the name
of Sian Jenkins.

She went missing in 2012.

Same hair color, same
eye color, same height,

so I think this is her.

BELLAMY: Uh-huh.

What do we know about her?

Um, she's a musician.
She's got a website.

Tech are having a little look,

but it looks like it's not been
updated since two years ago.

BELLAMY: Well, so
what's our Sian been doing

for the last two years, then?

WESTON: Dave!

You still got missing
persons in archive nine?

Uh, yeah, brown
boxes on the floor.

Yeah? How's the solitary going?

Okay, we're looking
for Sian Jenkins,

- missing since 2012.
- Okay.

- Quick as we can.
- Yeah.

[Sighs]

Okay.

File in from the archive.

I got two DVDs.

Uh, one is a fan-made
video of Sian performing,

well, busking, on
Wargrave Street.

Crucially, though,

uh, the video was made on
the night she disappeared.

[Singing indistinctly]

♪ And I know it's
just my thoughts ♪

♪ That are leading me astray ♪

♪ When I look at you... ♪

How many people do you
reckon are there, 15, 20?

STEELE: More than
your normal busker.

She's good, eh? Shame.

That's all we've got. Um...

STEELE: There's
also, um, in the file...

Her father, Neil, was suspected

of having some involvement
in her disappearance,

so he was taped on interview.

Yeah.

BELLAMY: How long ago was this?

STEELE: Uh, two
years. It's 2012.

She's gone away!
She'll come back!

She's been away before.
She'll go away again.

Um, okay, Neil Jenkins,

on the night that his
daughter, Sian, disappeared,

he lied about his whereabouts.

He'd actually spent the
night in the red-light district.

So we're obviously dealing
with an exceptional piece of work.

Neil, take a seat there, please.

So, Neil, um, tell me, what...

What happened that night
when you last saw Sian?

- Sian.
- Yeah.

WESTON: Because
you fought with Sian.

You're right. I did.
Um, we fought a lot.

We... I was a tough father
on Sian and, uh, too tough.

She was a teenager.
She was, uh...

But she was... she was
a-a naughty teenager.

She... She would... She'd
be out for days on end,

and I-I didn't like
that, funnily enough.

WESTON: You were naughty
yourself, though, weren't you?

You were frequenting brothels.

I-I did frequent brothels.

I was an angry man who
didn't like himself much,

and, uh, as a result, I,
uh, did some stupid things,

and one of them was
going to brothels, yes.

- You still angry?
- No, I'm not angry.

- WESTON: Still in brothels?
- No, I'm not, no, no.

- WESTON: Still drink?
- No, I don't. No.

Two years. I've not
had a drop to drink.

WESTON: What do you do now?

I spend my time [Clears
throat] a lot more...

purposefully than I ever have.

I, uh... I-I give aid
to homeless people.

That's my main purpose in life.

How do you actually help
them, the homeless people?

I, uh... I have
blankets in my van

and, uh, invite them to... To
come and use the blankets

and just take... get
themselves out of the cold.

- WESTON: What type of van?
- It's a Ford Transit.

- WESTON: Color?
- White.

This is Neil Jenkins.

This is Neil Jenkins.

Uh, according to the DVLA,
he does have a white van.

He does use it to
distribute blankets

and deliver soup
to the homeless.

An all-around Good Samaritan.

But he's not affiliated
to any particular charity

or Christian group or whatever.

Okay, so maybe if Sian's
been living in London

for the last two years

and he's out and about in
his van doing his good works,

he's run into her.

- You mind if I sit down?
- No.

How is Sian doing?

Uh, the same. There's
nothing changed at all.

Okay, listen, the reason I've
come down to talk to you...

Um, in order to kind of
further my investigation,

I'm gonna need written consent
to forensically search your van.

You don't have a problem
with me searching, do you?

No, I've got no problem, but,
um, I've got to say that you...

You won't find anything.

Uh, I-I have the
van cleaned regular.

Why do you have that?

Well, as I said before to you,

uh, the, um... the homeless
people sleep in there.

So you're very welcome,

but I'm not sure how
much eliminating it'll do.

Thank you.

[Knock on door]

- Grace?
- GRACE: Yeah.

- Hi.
- GRACE: Hi.

Uh, my name is Detective
Sergeant Jack Weston.

Uh, this is Detective
Constable Charlie Steele.

We're local police officers

in charge of the investigation
surrounding your daughter, Sian.

Mm-hmm.

Um, how is Sian doing?

She's alive. She's...

Tell me about Neil.

- Uh...
- What's, uh...

He's a... He's a difficult man.

He had... He had booze,
and now he's got God,

and I can't cope with
either of those things.

So I... No, I don't see him.

STEELE: Grace, when
Sian first disappeared,

you were in very close
contact with the police,

as you would expect.

Um, but then
after a little while,

you just sort of stopped calling
and stopped coming 'round.

I knew she was okay.

I'm sorry. I know. I...

[Sighs]

It was really difficult, I
know, but if I'd told the police,

then her dad would
have found out,

and she didn't want
any contact with him

and didn't want any
danger of him coming...

- She's been in contact with you?
- Yeah.

I mean, not direct contact,
but through a friend of hers.

He gives me messages from her,
and I send messages back to her,

and I send her some
money sometimes when I can.

- Who's this friend?
- Uh, Lewis.

And how do you or how
does Sian know him?

Um, they lived in a
squat together, I think.

[Knock on door]

- Hi. Lewis?
- LEWIS: Yeah.

Lewis...

- LEWIS: Taylor.
- Hi.

Detective Sergeant Jack
Weston. Sorry for interrupting.

Continue.

So, you met Sian.

Living rough. You
became friends.

How did you go
from that situation

to a situation in which you're
her liaison with her mother,

who she hasn't seen?

She just asked
me to call her mum.

She just wanted to contact her

to let her know that she
was all right, and I said yeah.

Look, she didn't want
Grace to know where she was

because she didn't want
Neil to find out where she was.

Simple as that.

There was something going
on between her and Neil.

Sian and Neil.

Don't know what it was.
It's not for me to say.

She wouldn't say.

STEELE: Yeah, but I
still find it a little bit strange

that if, as Lewis said,

she's been moving around
all these squats in London

that no one's seen
her or heard of her.

Some of them are
really close friends.

WESTON: That was
Forensics on the phone.

They got back to me on the DNA

that was found under
Sian Jenkins' fingernails.

BELLAMY: Yeah.

Okay, one, the DNA
belongs to a female.

Two, the DNA belongs to someone
who's been registered missing

since 2005.

Okay, someone called
Josephine Wilson,

disappeared when
she was 8 years old.

Josie Wilson? God, yes.

I remember the case so well.

She was young.

Little girl.

WESTON: It cannot
be just a coincidence

that the DNA from one
missing person has been found

under the fingernails of
another missing person.

STEELE: Where has
she been for nine years?

BELLAMY: I don't
know. Look at her face.

Come on.

Is that little girl
ultimately responsible

for burning, then dumping
Sian Jenkins in the river?

[Sighs]

She's all grown up.

BELLAMY: Mr. Wilson?

- Mike Wilson?
- Yes?

Martha Bellamy.

Detective Inspector.

Mr. Wilson, I have
some news about Josie.

We believe she may
be alive, Mr. Wilson.

I don't want to
get your hopes up

because there has been
no concrete sighting of Josie,

but what we do have
is forensic evidence.

We have DNA under the
fingernails of a female victim,

a victim of an assault.

It's a young girl
called Sian Jenkins.

Does that ring any bells?

Sian Jenkins?

No. No.

Has... Has she told you
how she knows Josie?

No, sadly, she's not well.

She's in hospital, and
we're fingers crossed.

We haven't been able
to interview her as yet.

There is a connection between
this young girl, Sian Jenkins,

and a vehicle.

And, um, I was just wondering,

how... how do you
do your deliveries?

In a van, car?

I-I-I use... I used to
do it myself, but I don't.

I use delivery
firms to do it for me.

- You don't have your own van?
- No, not... not anymore, no, no.

Well, this afternoon,

we are doing a media
appeal with Sian's parents,

and I'd like you
to take part in it.

Um, obviously appealing for
any information regarding Josie.

If you... If you think...

If you think that would help,
of course, I'll do anything.

Yes, of course, of course.

Historically it can
make a big difference.

Okay.

Josie had been staying
with her aunt in Oxfordshire

when she went missing.

Her father apparently was
at her London home grieving.

Josie's mum killed herself

a couple of months
before she went missing.

The investigating officers

thought that she'd been
abducted and then probably killed.

No 8-year-old can
survive on their own

for all that time, surely?

But then how do we go
from 8-year-old abducted,

probably killed, to her DNA
being under Sian's fingernails?

It's got to be that
she assaulted Sian.

The alternative is just
too odd to contemplate.

The homeless people
that we talked to

said that they saw a man,
a man with a white van.

Neil has a white van.
Speaking of which...

No one's seen
Josie in nine years.

It still doesn't
account for the fact

that they said they saw a man.

Have you checked anything
out in that corner there?

How you getting on?

This thing's absolutely spotless

apart from a few long brown
hairs over in that corner.

Um, fingers crossed
they're Sian's.

If they're not Sian's, then
maybe they're Josie's.

In which case, maybe we're
looking at a joint enterprise

between Josie and
mystery-white-van man?

Exactly, because we've
already got the DNA

under her fingernails.

- STEELE: I have news.
- WESTON: Yeah.

Um, I spoke to a lady

from a homeless
shelter in North London.

They don't know anything
about Josie or Sian,

but they do know Neil,
and they do not like him.

- Um, apparently...
- Why is that?

A homeless girl called Sarah,
who used to go to their shelter,

said that she, one night,

was trying to sleep in
the back of Neil's van.

God only knows why.

And when she woke
up, he was watching her.

And it really freaked her out,

and she told the
people at the shelter.

Like Sian and Josie, she's
young, brown hair, hazel eyes.

Um, I would just like
to ask anyone out there

who has any information
about this terrible crime

to come forward to tell
the police what you know.

If the person out
there is watching this,

um, please come forward.

Please come forward.

And the good Lord
will forgive you.

Uh, we have Mr. Wilson
with a second appeal.

[Clears throat]

This is my little girl, Josie.

[Sighs] I bet you Neil
Jenkins knows where Josie is.

But I haven't seen
her for nine years.

WESTON: Okay, I was
wondering if I could speak to Neil.

Do you know if he's around or...

- He's in the chapel.
- WESTON: 'Course.

What's that?

[Chuckles] It's, um...

It's a bracelet that
Sian sent to me.

Usually keep it tucked up
here. Wear it all the time.

- Sent through Lewis Taylor?
- Yeah.

Yeah, she sent me that.

She sends me songs
sometimes she's written.

It's lovely.

Nice to feel that
I have contact.

Would I be able to
look at those songs?

'Course you can, yeah.

I mean, I haven't got them with
me, but I can find them for you.

Yeah, that would be great.

Uh, Grace seems to
be pretty convinced

the lyrics are actually
Sian's handwriting,

but I'm gonna send
them down to Forensics

just to get them double-checked.

This is definitely
genuine, though.

Um, I called around
Sian's old friends again,

and one of them confirmed
that she made it for her

a couple of years ago.

None of this is, like,
directed at mum, is it?

Do you know what I mean?

I mean, I don't know why
Sian would be sending Grace

a friendship bracelet

that one of Sian's friends
gave her years ago.

It just doesn't add up, really.

- [Ding]
- WOMAN: Going up.

Lift going up.

Lewis Taylor, it's the police.

Lewis?

Lewis?

- Hello. Can we come in, please?
- Can we chat with you?

Uh, yeah, hang on. I-I...

- No, can we come in now, please?
- Just have a quick chat.

- Is this your bedroom?
- LEWIS: Uh, yeah.

STEELE: Why don't
we pop in here, then?

Have a seat, Lewis.

Hands off the computer just
for a second if you don't mind.

STEELE: Do you
play the guitar, Lewis?

LEWIS: Yeah, I
play a bit of guitar.

Oh, yeah? Since when.

Is this your backpack?

LEWIS: Uh...

WESTON: Lewis,
sit on your hands.

That's my, uh,
friend's backpack.

It's your friend's? Do you
mind if I have a look inside?

No.

Okay, good.

In order to search
more thoroughly,

I'm going to arrest you

on the suspicion of the theft
of property of Sian Jenkins

and on suspicion of the
abduction of Sian Jenkins.

No, mate...

You do not have to say anything.

This is for... This
is for your safety.

You do not have to say anything,

though it may
harm your defense...

LEWIS: Yeah, that's
Sian's. Mate, it's Sian's.

WESTON: if you fail to
mention when questioned

something you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be used in evidence.

- Do you understand?
- I'm being arrested for what?

WESTON: Okay, let's sit down.

STEELE: You said a friend
who stayed here last night?

Did Sian stay here last night?

- LEWIS: Um, no. No.
- Okay, all right.

LEWIS: Sian didn't
stay here last night.

All right, I'm gonna grab
the case and the bag.

[Door opens]

WESTON: Hi, Lewis.

Hi, Lewis.

There was the guitar
and the rucksack

that we found in your house
that clearly belonged to Sian.

Where did you get them from?

No comment.

[Chuckles] You're
kidding, right?

No comment.

The journal in her bag,
where did you get that from?

- No comment.
- Same place you got the bag?

No comment.

STEELE: Lewis, all of the
pages that you sent to Grace,

Sian's mother, saying,

"Oh, Sian's written you really
lovely songs just for you,"

we're matching those to the
journal we found in your flat.

I haven't got a solicitor.

So... no comment.

BELLAMY: Yeah, come in.

- How'd the Lewis interview go?
- WESTON: No comment.

Lewis "No Comment"
Taylor had nothing to say

and now wants a solicitor.

Mm. Joy. Doesn't surprise me.

Uh, especially
after seeing this lot.

Forensics have confirmed
that the ripped-out pages

from that journal...

Are Sian's?

They're a match to
the notes and the letters

and the songs that
were sent to Mum.

So presumably... I don't know...

He's been ripping out the
pages, sending them, pretend...

I mean, none of them are
related to her anyway, so...

And you're going to wet
yourself with this one,

so just keep calm, all right.

It says... It says that she woke

to find her dad
watching her sleep.

- Drunken. Watching her sleep.
- Thank you.

- He was drunk, so...
- Can we get him in?

Get him in for a
friendly chat, Jack.

- Friendly...
- Trust me.

Chat.

Thanks for coming
in, Mr. Jenkins.

Did you ever watch
your daughter sleep?

As a baby, yeah, sure.

But as a 16-year-old?

No, no, I didn't, no.

'Cause we found her journal.

And she says you did.

She also says
she didn't like it.

Okay, "Wake up as the sun
was appearing over the horizon,

and all seemed peaceful in
the world until I saw him..."

Is that you?

"just sitting there
watching me sleep."

Is that you?

No, it's not me. No.

Neil, is that you?

- "So fucking weird."
- No, it's not me.

"I hate him.

I don't know why
Mum doesn't leave him.

Always drunk. He
treats her like shit."

Is this you she's talking about?

The end bit of it sounds
exactly like me, yes.

Yes, it... that sounds like me.

I-I did not watch
her sleep, though.

WESTON: Who's this?

I don't know.

It's Josie Wilson.

Do you know her?

Have a good look.

- WESTON: Look at her.
- I've looked at her.

I don't know her.

WESTON: Not even from your
generous Good Samaritan work?

No, I don't know her.

I don't know who it is.

Did you have her in your van?

No, I did not have
her in my van.

You... You have had it in for me

from the minute
you set eyes on me.

This... This is... This
is victimization, this is.

- I'm not having it.
- Mr. Jenkins...

NEIL: No, I'm not having it!

BELLAMY: He's digging
himself a hole, isn't he?

WESTON: This born-again
Christian has revealed himself.

- Well, God is his witness.
- STEELE: There has been

a potential sighting
of Josie Wilson.

Where?

I don't know. I might
just wang it in here.

[Police radio chatter]

Oh, wait, is that... is that...

- Josie!
- WESTON: Josie!

- STEELE: Josie.
- WESTON: Josie, Josie.

We just want to
help. Josie, Josie.

- We want to help you.
- Josie, Josie, Josie.

No!

Stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop, stop.

All right, all right, all
right. Okay, sit down.

Sit down. Sit down. Sit
down. Sit down. Josie.

[Crying] I want my dad.

STEELE: You're freezing.

Hi. I need an ambulance
down here at Newcourt House.

Immediate medical assistance
required for a missing person.

JOSIE: No, I just want my daddy.

Get off me! I want my dad!

Okay, Josie, look at me.
Josie, my name's Charlie.

- And I'm gonna take you...
- No, I don't want you.

- I want my daddy.
- I'm going to take you to him.

Come in the car, and
I'm take you to him, okay?

- My daddy?
- Yes, absolutely.

Yeah? Pop up. Up you get.

- [Siren wailing in distance]
- There we go.

- Let's bring her to the car.
- All right, come on.

I'm going to take you to him.

That's where we're
going now, yeah?

- To my daddy?
- Yes, absolutely. Come on.

[Indistinct talking]

- No, I don't want to.
- Can you get back into bed?

- Please, can I not?
- Okay. Sean, Sean, will you...

Sean, wait. Josie, you get
back into bed, darling, please?

Please? All right,
just for a sec.

Okay.

Legs up, come on.

I don't want them.

Okay, you don't want
the cover. That's fine.

WESTON: Hey, what
did the doctors say?

Um, she's got burns on
her hands, pretty bad ones.

She's got scratches
consistent with Sian's injuries.

Like Sian, she's
also malnourished

and showing signs of
vitamin D deficiency.

Fuck. Um...

What?

Vitamin D deficiency
comes from a lack of sunlight.

What you getting at?

The girls have been locked up.

That's a little bit
of a leap, Jack.

Charlie, the girls
have been locked up.

[Telephone ringing]

Boss!

Yeah.

The lab have confirmed
that the girl we picked up

- is definitely Josephine Wilson.
- BELLAMY: Okay.

So we have the girl

whose DNA is under the
fingernails of Sian Jenkins,

and also, she's got
burns, like Sian's.

WESTON: Two girls.
One missing for nine years.

One missing for two
years. Both malnourished.

Both showing signs
of vitamin D deficiency.

- Lack of sunlight.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jack.

Okay, is this one
of your theories?

Is this a two girls missing,
held captive against their will.

Well, that or they're anorexic

and they're in
nightclubs all the time.

- What do you think?
- By someone.

Are you suggesting
by Neil Jenkins?

That's exactly
what I'm suggesting.

Okay, suggest something
when you've got the proof.

Okay.

Josie, none of your family
have seen you for nine years.

Where have you been?

Don't know.

You don't know?

Have you been
staying with someone?

Have you been in London?

I don't know.

Okay. Um...

When you went missing, you
were staying with your aunt, right?

And you were walking
back from school

and you just never
made it all the way home.

So what... Can you tell me
what happened on that walk?

JOSIE: Nothing.

STEELE: Did someone
take you away?

Did you just decide

you didn't want to go
back to your aunt's house?

Um, how did you hurt your hands?

That time when
the fire happened.

- What fire?
- The fire.

- Just...
- Where was this?

When was this? This
was recently, yeah?

Do you know someone
called Sian Jenkins?

- I don't know those names.
- No.

You're sure you've
never met her before?

I only ask because she's a lady

who turned up very,
very injured yesterday.

JOSIE: I don't know who
she... I don't know those names.

It's all right. Come on.

STEELE: Maybe you
don't know her name,

but maybe you know her face?

I could maybe show
you some pictures?

I don't know what happened,
and I don't know the names.

Okay, I'm gonna
leave it there for now.

But I'll come back
and see you a bit later?

- MIKE: It's all right.
- STEELE: Thank you.

WESTON: Okay, I've been
tracking Josie's movements

for the last couple of hours.

It looks like she was
trying to go from here

to her childhood home, where
Mike lives, but she got lost.

Why has she waited until
now to try and get home?

Perhaps something or
someone has been preventing her.

Stop with the theories. Come on.

Now, let's get
something concrete.

When I spoke to Josie,

I mean, I tried to ask
some of the same questions,

but she just didn't
have anything to say.

"Where have you
been?" "I don't know."

"How did you hurt
yourself?" "I don't know."

It was just all a bit odd,

and her Dad, who you would
think would want to know

where she's been for nine years,

just wasn't having really any
of me asking the questions.

Didn't want me to ask them.

Well, maybe Josie...
Josie's selective amnesia

is coming from the fact

that she's trying to
subconsciously suppress

the traumatic events
that have befallen her.

You love a fairy
story, don't you, Jack?

You can't ignore this.

BELLAMY: I'm not
ignoring anything.

Mr. Wilson, I'm gonna
need your help at this point.

Can you not just leave her
alone for about five minutes?

You know, just give
her a break for...

No, I can't leave her alone

because we are here for a
reason and you know that.

MIKE: Yeah, but
she's in distress.

She's in distress.

BELLAMY: I need
to talk to her clearly,

and that's not happening
at the moment, is it, Mike?

But I believe that Josie
will be able to just open up

and to not worry about
your feelings, et cetera,

that appear to be
getting in the way.

So as long as you understand
what we need to do here...

Tell her I love her.

BELLAMY: Of course I will.

Josie, we'd like to know
where you know Sian from.

I live with her.

- You live with her?
- Can I see my dad now, please?

- Where do you live?
- Where do you live?

I live with her.

Please can I see my dad?

Where do you live
with Sian, Josie?

I live with her.

- WESTON: Very much, thanks. Bye.
- [Telephone hangs up]

Forensics.

Uh, the brown hairs found
in the back of Neil's van

belong to registered
missing person Sarah Baker.

Oh, yes.

Do you think it's the same Sarah

that complained about
him watching her sleep?

Okay. I've got to
throw the book at him.

Neil Jenkins, I am arresting you

on suspicion of
attempted murder.

- What have you done?
- You do not have say anything...

Grace, I've done nothing.
I've done absolutely nothing.

You later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be used in evidence.

Do you understand?

Okay, Neil. We don't
have a lot of time.

Tell us about Sarah Baker.

- About who?
- Sarah Baker.

Homeless Sarah.

Come on, you're
the Good Samaritan.

You remember her.

No, I don't remember
Sarah Baker.

She stayed in your van, Neil.

You watched her sleep.

You do remember Sarah Baker,
so tell us, who's Sarah Baker?

How do you know her?

Okay, okay.

I had a Sarah Baker
in the back of my van.

Jesus, that was easy, wasn't it?

Yes, it was. Yes, it was, Jack.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Tell us, then, why was
she in the back of your van?

Because she was cold.
Because she was on the streets.

Because she's in difficulty.

And because what I do

is help people out
who are in difficulty.

What did you do
with Sarah in the van?

- Um...
- Answer the question.

Let me bloody answer. Jesus.

I, um...

I gave her some food,
and she... she went to sleep.

She...

She... She came out of the cold.

Did you watch her sleeping?

Did you watch her sleeping?

- Yes, I did.
- Why?

Okay. I, um...

I watched Sarah sleep because...

she reminded me
of my daughter, Sian.

Why did you watch Sian sleep?

Why shouldn't I watch
my daughter sleep?

What is the crime in
watching somebody sleep?

Did you do anything else?

What do you mean,
did I do anything?

Answer the question!

Do you do anything
else to your daughter?

What do you mean,
did I do anything else?

Were you just
watching Sian sleep?

What the fuck do you mean?!

- How dare you insinuate that?
- Calm down.

- To her father!
- Calm down!

To say what I did
to somebody else!

- Do not do this to me!
- Calm down! Calm down!

- This is wrong!
- Calm down right now.

You are wrong!

BELLAMY: Well, he's lost
my fucking vote, that's for sure.

WESTON: Thank God for that.

There's a line you don't cross.
Do you know what I mean?

I have Sian's phone
back from Tech.

WESTON: Yeah?

There are quite a few
photos from her last gig.

WESTON: Neil in them?

No, not that I can see.

But there is one very
interesting spectator.

Hello, Lewis.

Right, I have some photos
here taken from Sian's phone

that we recovered in your house

from the night that
she disappeared.

This is from her gig, and if I'm
not mistaken, that's you, right?

- Yeah, that's me.
- Okay.

That is the night
that she disappeared.

So you've met her before?

I saw her before, maybe.

Maybe I was there,
but I didn't meet her.

What else have you lied about?

Have you actually been seeing
Sian all this time, have you?

I-I haven't...

We're gonna take it as
read, Lewis, that you've lied

- because you have.
- No comment.

Have you been seeing
Sian all this time?

No comment.

You're on really, really
patchy ground, Lewis.

Can I remind you that Sian is
in hospital fighting for her life?

She's been attacked.

You have no
alibi for last night,

and you have all of
her stuff in your flat.

And you won't find any evidence
that I was involved in that,

- because I wasn't.
- Where were you last night?

- I was at home last night.
- We have your stuff...

Her stuff in your flat.

Yeah. [Speaking indistinctly]

[Telephone ringing]

- Boss?
- BELLAMY: Tell us the truth.

He had the opportunity.

Uh, Tech have just come
through, um, with Lewis's laptop.

Lewis has been researching
other missing persons,

as well as Sian.

He's also researched
Josephine Wilson.

Uh, these are some of the
e-mails taken from his laptop.

The guy is sick, right?

He writes to the
parents of the child,

claiming to contact them
on behalf of the child,

who needs money.

- Money.
- Perfect.

That's just what I
need. Thank you.

So he's... He has
contacted Mike?

Yeah, he's contacted Mike.
He's contacted loads of parents.

Some have said,
"Great, oh, my God, yes.

Please, you know,
have the money."

Some have said, "Piss
off. We don't believe you."

Mike's one of the guys
who told him to piss off.

He sent him a
really angry e-mail.

Well done, Jack.

You sent those, right?

- Yeah.
- STEELE: Okay.

Talk to me, Lewis.
Tell me what's going on.

I don't know any
of those people.

STEELE: Right.

So you did the same thing with
Sian, I'm guessing with Grace.

Yeah.

STEELE: Okay.

So the last time you saw Sian

was that night that
she disappeared.

Is it?

Yeah.

Okay, and how did
you get her stuff?

I...

I stole it.

STEELE: And you've had no
contact with her since at all?

- No.
- STEELE: No.

The last time you saw Sian,
when you got all of this stuff,

was the night she disappeared?

Yeah?

Yeah.

So you're watching the gig.

The gig, I assume, ends.

Then tell me what happens.

Then she started
talking to this guy.

And I just nicked her stuff.

She had a case, guitar, some
money in there, about £50.

STEELE: She was talking
to someone she knew?

I just... Look, I
just don't know.

I just don't know whether...

I can't remember
that kind of detail.

They were talking.

She didn't look like she was
scared or anything like that.

Okay, fine, can you tell
me what he looked like?

He was white. He had a cap on.

Is that it?

BELLAMY: We need to know as
much as we can about him, obviously.

'Cause potentially that's
the last person that saw Sian.

Right? The last
person we know of.

WESTON: You know
what I think. I think it's Neil.

Well, it could be Neil,
so let's talk to Technical.

They can do a better
job than this, surely.

- Um, I will ask.
- Enhance that.

Okay, I hate to keep
bashing on about this,

but now that we
know Lewis is lying,

as far as we're aware,

no one has seen or heard
from Sian for the last two years.

Just in the same way that no
one has seen or heard from Josie

for the last nine years.

Both girls are showing
signs of malnutrition.

Both girls are
deficient in vitamin D.

Let me go down to Neil's house,

make sure he's not got two more
brown-haired girls down there.

Do it.

- WESTON: It's the house here.
- STEELE: I think so.

WESTON: Okay. Fox,
you cover the back.

Quick as we can.

- Police! Stand still!
- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

STEELE: Kitchen's clear. Empty.

Living room's clear.

Bedroom one's clear.

Does that door open?

Bedroom two clear.

STEELE: That's it.
There's nothing down here.

I am the wrong person.

I'm not... You've
searched my house?

Have you searched my house?

Yes, you've searched my house.
There's nothing there, is there?

There's absolutely
nothing in my house!

You know that!

That's really
helpful. Brilliant.

Thank you.

Boss, that was the hospital.

Sian is off the ventilator.

- BELLAMY: How is she?
- Um...

Bad, but she's breathing on
her own, which is always good.

She's been calling out
for someone called Sarah.

Is that our Sarah Baker?

Oh, could be our third abductee.

So we need to know who Sarah is

and where Sarah
is, Charlie, okay?

As it stands, we believe
we may have a third victim.

Girl, brown-haired,
brown-eyed, called Sarah Baker.

We know she was in your van.

We believe that
she was kidnapped.

Held against her will
for a period of time.

And we now believe that she
may have been involved in a fire,

the same fire as Sian.

Sian has woken up, Neil, okay?

NEIL: Well, go
and find the person

- that has done this to her.
- The first thing Sian said...

Neil, I'm asking for
your help now, okay?

Neil, a young girl is missing.

Okay, you are the only
person that can help us find her.

I am not the only person that
can help you find her, Jack.

I watched these girls sleeping.

I w...

I watched them
because they were calm.

They were peaceful.

I haven't had peace
like that for a long time.

BELLAMY: Hey, Josie.

Josie, have you heard or do
you know of a girl called Sarah?

My Sarah.

- Sarah, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Sarah Baker?

Do you know someone
called Sarah Baker?

No, I don't know those
names. That's not my Sarah.

Y-You do... You don't
know this... this girl.

Okay, well, who do you
know called Sarah, then?

Who's Sarah?

Please can I speak to my daddy?

Josie, who is
Sarah? Tell... Okay.

I need to speak to my daddy.

I have some news from Tech.

Um, they've enhanced
the images on Sian's phone

which were from her last gig.

The mystery man in the
baseball cap is not Neil.

It is Mike Wilson.

WESTON: Go, go,
go, go, go, go, go, go.

STEELE: Okay, right, there
should be two rooms upstairs,

but beyond this door, there
should be a whole load more.

I've got a locked cellar
door! What have you got?

Okay, go ahead.

[Indistinct shouting]

BELLAMY: Sarah!

Sarah! Is there
someone called Sarah?

- It's the police.
- Is there anyone down here?

WESTON: Eyes on
the fire over here, boss.

BELLAMY: That's nothing, Jack.

Sarah?

Um, we found Sarah.

Can I see her?

Can I see my baby, please?

And my daddy.

Um...

Josie, is Sarah Mike's daughter?

Josie?

Josie?

Is your daddy Sarah's daddy?

Josie?

Is he?

Yes.

[Police radio chatter]

Well, it doesn't
look like good news.

Uh, witnesses say they saw a
man matching Mike's description

abandon the van, jump in the
river from the pier over there.

This time of year, he's not
gonna come out alive, is he?

No, I've got the divers
down here to have a look,

but I'm not
particularly hopeful.

Okay. What about the van?

Is this the one they
transported the girl in?

We're pretty sure that it is.

The van was reported
missing, stolen, in fact,

three, four days ago.

And there's a letter... Ramen?

Sir.

Letter left in the front
seat addressed to Josie,

most likely from Mike.

Better get back to base.

Release Neil.

Got to be done.

Josie, why did Mike take Sian?

She looks after Sarah.

And then me and Daddy
can spend time together still.

And how did you...
How did you get out?

How did you get out of the room?

Daddy and Sian
I-left the door open,

and I wanted to see what
it was like, just for a minute.

And...

I...

It closed behind me,
and I couldn't get back in.

So I went to find the house.

- And...
- Where you used to live?

But I got lost.

Sian wanted to be outside.

- She...
- Did she try and get out?

- Yeah.
- Outside? She did?

Like the time when
the fire happened.

She was caught in it,
too, and I stopped it.

But she wasn't well,

and... and so Daddy
had to take her to hospital.

But Daddy didn't take her
to hospital, did he, darling?

Yes, he did.

Daddy promised that
he'd take her to hospital.

- Is that what you think he did?
- Mm-hmm.

W...

Please can I see my daddy?

Because I don't know what to do.

There has been an accident.

And your dad is
dead, I'm afraid.

No. That's untrue. He isn't.

He's written you a letter.

JOSIE: That's
not true. That's...

I need you to be strong
for Sarah, all right?

Josie, I promise you,
we'll look after you.