Unforgotten (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 3 - Episode #5.3 - full transcript
Everything's fine, Els, I
promise. Please don't worry.
My feeling is that we both
need a bit of time apart.
Who is she? It didn't
mean anything. It's over.
The bullet passed through
the left lung, exiting here.
If we find the bullet
that killed her,
NABIS could even link
us to a known offender.
Key information should
really come to me first.
When you're in the office, I'll make
sure they bring you stuff first.
I've decided I wanted
shared custody now.
I'm not thinking I should
have a termination.
Does that completely
horrify you?
Taking advantage of a
woman's inability to say "no"
because she's too drunk
is not bloody funny.
I'm arresting you on
suspicion of robbery and GBH.
J: What are you talking about?!
I am sorry.
So I'm giving you
one last chance.
Our victim is also our thief.
Her name is Precious Falade.
We're looking for a next of kin.
That would be her
son or her mother.
We found a body in a
house in Hammersmith,
and we believe that
it's your daughter.
WAILS: No!
You don't recall ever
visiting her there? No.
It told us what we
needed. Which is what?
That she was lying.
MUSIC: 'All We
Do' by Oh Wonder
♪ All we do is hide away
♪ All we do is All
we do is hide away
♪ All we do is lie in wait
♪ All we do is All
we do is lie in wait
♪ I've been upside down
♪ I don't want to be
The right way round
♪ Can't find paradise
On the ground. ♪
DISTANT SIRENS
I've told you before, I'm
not buying you Coco Hoops.
But why not? Cos they're
not good for you.
They are, Mum. Honestly,
I promise. PHONE RINGS
They're not good for me,
then. Right, coats, bags.
RINGING CONTINUES There you are.
DEBBIE: 'Sorry,
work's been mad.'
Have you spoken to Mum? Did
she tell you what happened?
Yeah, listen, what time
do you finish work?
Can I come meet you?
Yeah, er... maybe six?
But, look, I can't
guarantee anything.
I'm right in the middle of a...
'What about that place we
went to before we saw Dolly?'
Er, sure, but.. 'I'm
running into a meet.'
I'll see you at six? Debs...
CALL DISCONNECTS, SIGHS
Sunny?
"Bye, then." I... um...
Miles away. Have a lovely day.
PHONE RINGS Erm, we'll
talk later tonight, yeah?
Sure. Er... Erm, sorry.
I've got to take this.
I'll be back home early.
OK? Love you.
Thomas, the plasterboard,
what have you got for me?
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
DRAWER OPENS
IN POLISH:
The loneliness, the inequality,
the hostility at the
time I was there.
It wears you down, man.
And down, and down.
Till you become
someone who isn't you.
Someone you don't even like.
PHONE RINGS
But apart from that...
IN POLISH:
IN FRENCH:
OK, so her friends, her family,
any criminal associates.
Where did she live? If she
worked, where did she work?
Basically, the more
we know about her,
the more chance we have of
working out how she died.
So, Murray, let's see if
she had a bank account,
ditto mobile phone.
I want to know when
everything stopped -
her last phone call,
last bank transaction.
Both could help determine
date of death. Ma'am.
Er, any update on the
C&C check on the house?
Coming later today,
apparently. OK.
Er, so, we have now
identified her mother
and had a preliminary
chat with her.
Er, Karen, anything on
Ebele Falade on PNC?
Yeah. Just a bit. Erm...
Multiple arrests.
All apart from one seem
to be alcohol-related.
Two D&D convictions, several
thefts, several community penalties.
But then, back in 1986,
we have an ABH charge
against a doorman of a
City stockbrokers' office.
But here's the thing -
it involved a firearm.
Any details on it?
Trying to see what we can
dig up with the intel team.
And when did the other
offences range from?
Early '80s to 2016.
JESS CLEARS THROAT OK. Erm...
So, we also now know
that she had a grandson,
erm, Precious's son, Joseph.
Did you get anything more from
social services on him, Frances?
Not a lot, Ma'am, erm...
Other than he was born
in 1998 in Wales. OK.
Again, quite a criminal record.
Er, we have various
theft charges,
lots of drugs -
possession and supply -
and then a gang-related
battery charge
for which he did six months
at Prestwythn Young
Offenders in 2014.
No current address
for him. OK.
Let's go back to social services
and see if we can find
him through them in Wales.
Am I right in thinking that
Precious was transferred
to West London Social
Services at some point?
October 2015.
OK, well, let's speak to them,
see what they can give us.
Again, check in with PNC
and link in with intel.
There's obviously a common thread
growing of drink and violence
which may be germane
to Precious's death.
Mm-hm. OK. Any
more for any more?
Just one more thing, Ma'am.
I did actually test the
rest of the plasterboard...
..and, erm, it is
all from the '60s.
There's no modern bit. Right.
So... how does that work,
then, given that we now know
that our victim is from
2016 at the earliest?
Well, the tech lab
thinks it's been reused
because... TEXT ALERT
Sorry. Hang on.
TAPPING ON PHONE
Carry on.
Because they've used patches -
bits of, er,
scrunched-up newspaper
that were used to fill in the
bits that must have come off,
when it was taken down from
wherever it was originally.
Why would you reuse plasterboard,
though? Costs nothing.
Maybe if you were
completely skint?
Maybe if you don't want any
trace that you ever bought it?
I guess.
The more interesting
thing, though,
is that the newspaper
has a date on it.
Which means that if it was
patched up when it went up,
then the chimney breast was
covered on the 12th of July 2016.
OK, like that.
Thanks, everyone.
Oh, yeah, just one thing.
Can we lose the
"Ma'am", everyone?
Just... "Guv" is fine.
"Guv" it is.
PHONE RINGS
DI Khan. Sunny, it's
Morten at the lab.
We've found blood.
'Lots of blood.'
Showing the suspect exhibit DS1.
It's a debit card in the
name of Sophie Coulson,
found in the kitchen
of the suspect.
Do you recognise
that? No comment.
Well, it's not yours,
is it? No comment.
So, how did this lady's card
get there, in your kitchen?
No comment. Did you find it
in the bag you stole from her?
No comment.
How else could it have got
there, then? No comment.
OK. Er, now showing the
suspect exhibit DS2.
This is CCTV footage
of the convenience
store Treasure Corner.
Now... I think that's
you there, fella.
No comment.
Because you've got a
tattoo on your hand
exactly just like this one
here, haven't you? No comment.
I can see it on your hand,
right in front of me now.
No comment.
This is you, isn't it?
Using her card, stolen
ten minutes before,
half a mile away. Yeah?
YAWNING: No comment.
You find this boring?
No comment. I wonder
if you'd find it boring
if I told you that
the woman you mugged
was four months pregnant and
very nearly lost her baby.
Is that boring?
Can I have a cup of tea,
man? Fuckin' parched.
BELE GASPS Oh...
Oh...
The things they do to us.
The way they treat us.
How do they get away
with it? Just...
SHE SNIFFLES
How are they allowed
to keep doing this?
"They"?
Who did you mean, "they"?
Do you mind?
This is a private moment
with my dead daughter.
Can you... please leave?
Who did you mean?
Who do you think? Hm?
Men.
Cos that's who it'll be. A man.
It's always a man, isn't it?
I'll wait outside.
So, the CPS are happy to charge.
If you're cool, we'll get that done,
and then we put him before the court
in the morning for a
remand application.
And what about bail? He's
not gonna get bail, Keith.
Why? Why d'you think?
His record, the crime, his
total lack of any remorse.
He actually is remorseful.
He just struggles to show it.
Yeah, well, maybe he can take
some acting classes inside, then.
Funny (!)
Look, I know you're only
doing your job, but, really?
You wanna fight for
a bloke like that?
And I know you're only doing
your job, but, yeah, I do, Phil.
You have literally
zero idea of his story.
Yeah, well, I don't
care about his story.
I care about the woman who nearly
lost her child because of him.
But, hey, go for it, mate.
Apply for bail, and
we'll turn it down.
So, 13, 14, 15 and 16,
which were here to here.
Is this the amount of pooling
you'd expect from a gunshot wound?
Under a prone body, yes.
We also found evidence of smearing
between here and the fireplace.
Had anyone made any
attempt to clean it up?
Think so, yes.
Because we found traces
of cleaning materials,
but the blood had soaked
deep into the wood,
so whoever tried
to get rid of it,
they just wiped away
the surface blood.
Can we test for DNA? Have
we got enough material?
Absolutely. We're doing comparison
tests with the victim right now.
PHONE RINGS
Apologies. No worries.
Guv.
Ebele Falade has agreed
to come in for a chat.
OK, wow, so soon.
You couldn't get enough
of her yesterday.
'We'll be back at
the nick in about 20,
'if you care to join
me.' CALL DISCONNECTS
ELISE: 20%? KAROL: Yes.
Babe, we were struggling
to find a 10% deposit.
I know, but... if we want a baby,
we'll need a bigger place, won't we?
So... we'll just need to
tighten our belts, won't we?
So, you must think it very
strange, my turning up like this.
And, er, in many ways,
I'm not entirely sure why
I knocked on your door.
But I just, erm...
I played a game of table tennis
with your son a few days ago.
Er, I saw something in him, a...
..certain fire in his belly.
Reminded me of myself
when I was his age.
Er, and, er, I-I know that life
is tough around here, and...
I guess, I just wanted to ask
if there was anything I
could do for you, Alaya?
A-And Mus. Your family.
Financially, or
in any other way.
I studied economics, Lord
Hume, back in Mogadishu.
So I knew who you were even
before Mustafa talked about you.
And I am grateful for your
kind offer, genuinely.
Mm.
But your money's not what we
need. I mean, it might help us...
..but what about our community,
our schools, our
hospitals, our social care?
In fact, all the things your
party de-funded for so many years.
Who sorts those out?
So I am sorry...
..but I suspect money from you
would really be more for
your benefit than ours.
DOOR CLOSES
So, we're just trying to get
as much information as possible
about your daughter,
about the sort of
life that she lived...
at the time we think
she might have died.
Do you know yet
when she did die?
We're now pretty
sure it was between
the 4th of June and
the 12th of July, 2016.
Here.
OK, so, yesterday, when we spoke,
you seemed a little uncertain
about when it was that
you last saw Precious.
You thought possibly
in 2014 or '15?
It was actually January 2016.
It was her birthday, the 15th.
I, er, checked an old diary.
And, er, she'd gone
back down from Wales
and was living in emergency
accommodation in Shepherd's Bush.
OK, so she was homeless?
Yes. She never lived with you?
Hm... She had at various
points in the past,
but it was too difficult,
with her... issues.
And the last time that you saw her,
her son was with her at that point?
No, he'd stayed
up in Wales. OK.
And, er, did you
ever visit her there?
Once, many years ago.
OK, why just once?
Because of them.
"Them"? QUIETLY: Yeah.
The cult.
"The cult"?
When she was 15, she
was abducted by a cult.
They recruited
members in London,
and they found her
bunking off school
in a park in Ealing.
And, yeah, they just
brainwashed her.
Which cult was this?
The Family Of Blessed Light,
they called themselves.
Did you ever report
this to the police?
No. She said she
wanted to go with them.
Sorry, you... you said
she was "abducted".
Right, well, that's
what she said...
..a decade later when it
was suddenly all my fault.
But, at the time, she
said she wanted to go.
When she was 15?
She was a very
strong-willed young woman,
very difficult to control,
endlessly suspended and
expelled from many schools.
In the end, I thought it might
actually be good for her.
Hard work in a remote
farm, out of London.
So, this was when... when
she first moved to Wales?
Mm. And I should also say
that she was pregnant
at this point.
Er... By who?
She didn't say specifically,
but I think it was
by him, the leader...
David Bell.
He... was 42 when
he met Precious.
And how long did she
live in Wales for?
On and off for about
ten or 15 years.
She'd sporadically
get tired of it
and move back to London
for a year or two, and...
be unable to find work,
or a place to live, erm...
So she'd steal or
do escort work.
And when that failed,
she'd move back.
And the cycle was
repeated many times.
And she returned to
Wales voluntarily?
How do you mean?
No-one came looking for
her, the boy's father?
Not that I specifically saw,
but he'd call her a lot,
and she was scared
of him, definitely.
So he may well have
come down on occasion.
Year after year, I...
..I tried to help her.
And at a time when I had my
own challenges with alcohol.
All long since sorted.
But eventually, you have
to take care of yourself.
Help yourself, don't you?
So I, erm...
..I cut-cut her off.
So, you cut her off
after that last meeting?
Yeah.
And that would have
been on her birthday?
Yes.
Was she using at this time?
Yes. Just meth?
BELE EXHALES Not sure.
Did you know any
of her dealers? No.
And how did her son fit
into... into that life?
Well, he didn't, really.
From what I understood from her,
he was raised between
the cult and care.
And did you ever
help her with him?
No.
OK. One last question. Er...
Can I ask you about your
1986 firearms charge?
I'm sure it's all in your files.
So unless you're gonna arrest
me, I think I've answered enough.
Precious had multiple issues.
Drink and drugs, obviously, but
her primary issue was her FASD.
"FASD"?
Foetal alcohol
spectrum disorder.
Oh, OK. We didn't
know about that.
Huge part of her life.
Arguably the cause of
most of her problems.
Learning difficulties, problems
sustaining relationships,
self-medication, the
fractured relationship
with her mother, obviously.
I mean, the list goes on.
Yeah, her mother didn't mention any
of this to us when we spoke to her.
From what I understood, the mother
refused to accept the diagnosis.
Oh, OK.
And what was her general
relationship with her mother like?
Terrible. They
fought all the time.
Ah. Precious carried
huge anger towards her,
which, oddly, her
mother reciprocated.
What was the mother angry about?
The accusation, I guess.
Er, in my professional
experience,
I'd say it was displacement
for her own guilt.
At what she'd done
to her child? Yeah.
D'you know if they
ever fought physically?
All the time.
Would you say there was, like, one
aggressor, or was it both or...?
I never had any experience
of Precious being violent.
Again, from what she told me,
the aggression came
entirely from Ebele.
So, what did you think?
I think she really didn't want
to discuss her firearms offence,
and I think I wanna know more
about the grandson and this cult.
Well...
..if you want to grab a coffee,
we can kick around some...
Did the C&C on the house come
back? I'll check again now.
What about the phone
and bank records?
Just made the application.
Waiting for them to come through.
Where is everyone?
Where's DC Willets?
Still trying to
identify the relative
who did the security work
so had keys to the house.
And Lingley? Chasing
stuff down, Guv.
Do you guys always
work at this pace?
This is fucking glacial.
It takes as long
as it takes, Ma'am.
Guv! How many times? Jesus!
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
Sorry about that.
Not a problem.
Apparently, Precious Falade
was a member of a cult in Wales
called The Family
Of Blessed Light.
See what you can find
out about them, please.
On it.
Just need to get a couple of
signatures from you, please.
Is that Friesz? It is.
Do you like him? I like
Dufy more. Or Derain.
But Friesz is
gully, still. Right.
Who got you into the
Fauvists? My dad.
D'you know what it
means - "fauvist"?
Erm... "beast" or
something, isn't it?
"Wild beast".
Yeah, I wonder why he
thought I'd like 'em.
Listen, man, my
girlfriend needs help,
with her habit and shit.
Is there any chance you
could call my social worker
and ask him to visit her?
Your carriage awaits, sir.
I'll see what I can do. Ta.
Her last team loved
her. Good for them.
And her references
are all exceptional.
Did you check the name at the
top? It's not even been a week.
Each day is worse than the last.
She's rude, she's
permanently distracted.
Unpleasant to my
team. Your team?
I didn't want to ease her in.
I did it as a favour to you.
After you turned the job down.
But these fast-track
uni kids... She's 39.
..they just don't have the
hours on the clock, Sir.
And when that inexperience impacts
on my ability to do the job...
Just give it a bit more...
So I honestly think that
Fran should step up.
She's more than capable.
You need to know
that, right now,
this really isn't fucking
working for me, Sir.
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
I looked after her
from October to Feb,
then I went on maternity
leave till early June.
And when I came back, my cover and
I shared responsibility for her
till I was back up to speed.
OK, what was the name
of your cover, please?
That was Karol Wojski.
Carol... No, Karol with a K,
and it's, er, W-O-J-S-K-I.
Is Karol still
here? No, he left.
And when was that? Mid-2016.
So, he moved to another
department or...?
No, he left social work
completely, I believe.
OK. Does it happen a lot?
Pretty stressful job,
huge responsibilities,
zero resources.
Thank you, Government.
Yeah, join the club.
And so this is the last appointment
anyone had with Precious?
Correct, yeah.
So 26th of June?
Yeah. And the
address given there
as her new home address
is Waterman Road.
Yeah. OK. And Karol
took this appointment?
Yeah. And he details
seeing her at the house.
Yes. And these are the brief
notes from that meeting.
Erm, these would normally have
been written up in detail. OK.
"Son wants her to
go back to sex work.
"I will investigate
rehab, Precious is keen.
"Mother assaulted
her again." Wow.
So, why weren't these
notes written up properly?
Karol resigned the next day.
Be good to get contact details for
Karol if you can, please. Sure.
You keep skirting around things,
but, really, why
don't you just say it?
Say what? That you don't
want a child with me.
Because it's not true.
So why do you keep mentioning
money and priorities
and making me feel
shit about it all?
QUIETLY: I'm really not
trying to make you feel shit.
I'm just trying to articulate
some of the very real, practical
difficulties facing us.
But, please, if you can
see a simpler solution...
I'll work more hours.
QUIETLY: You already
work too many, as I am.
Between us, we do five fucking
jobs, for Christ sakes.
I mean...
..I don't want it to be like
this any more than you do,
but given he is now going to
make me spend money on a lawyer,
that really does have
to be my priority.
You see that, don't you?
And I don't need to have a baby
with you to prove to myself,
or, I hope, to you,
how much I love you.
And what I need...
does that count for anything?
Of course it does.
I know it's incredibly
important to you...
..but, "I refer the honourable
gentleman to my earlier answer."
You think this is funny? No.
Because this isn't a
joke to me, Lise. I know!
You'd two kids with that baboon
and not one with me. Please.
I mean, am I not good enough?
Is that what this
is? The Untermensch?
I cannot believe
you just said that.
DOOR CLOSES
And if she did do it deliberately...
She didn't do it deliberately.
Why didn't I see it? Why
didn't I do more to help her?
Cass's death was not
your fault, Sunny.
It was just life.
Random, cruel, life.
Do you talk to Sal about this?
No.
D'you think maybe you
should, or someone?
She finds it hard
enough as it is.
I know she thinks I should
have gotten over it by now.
I know everyone does. I don't.
I think about her too.
All the time. It still
absolutely winds me.
So if you don't want to see
someone about it... talk to me.
I'll always listen.
I'm always here.
MAN: 'OK, so you need...'
It should be on the authorisation
request, just the name and address.
'Yeah, I've got it.
'What's the number?'
OK, yeah, so it's...
zero, seven, seven, zero, zero.
'Yep.' Nine, zero, zero...
PHONE RINGS
Guv. 'Sunny, hi.'
Erm, listen, first up, I'm
sorry if I snapped earlier.
It was... It was uncalled for.
Yep.
So, erm, I just had a very
interesting conversation
with Frances about
Precious's social worker.
How would you feel
about a trip to Paris,
where he lives, to speak to him?
Can't we just Zoom him?
We could, yeah, but as of now,
he's the last person
to have seen her alive.
And the day after
he did, he resigned.
And two weeks after that,
he left the country.
'I think you'd wanna see
the whites of his eyes.'
Sure. Why not?
Great, thanks.
KNOCK ON THE DOOR Guv. Yeah?
Erm, so the relative
who used to pop round
and check up on her, and the
"LA" in the lawyer's notes,
that's Lord Anthony.
As in Hume. Tony Hume?
Yeah. The Tory guy? Mm-hm.
Man...
My local library was shut
down cos of that twat.
Yep, well, it turns
out that his wife
is the late owner's
younger sister.
And he had keys to the property?
He's the one who
changed all the locks.
OK.
And what could possibly connect
the Tory Lord and the sex worker?
OK, get digging on him. Sure.
Actually, could you find me
his address and text it to me?
Yeah, no problem. Thanks.
VOICEMAIL: 'Hi, this is Debbie,
please leave a message.'
BEEP Hi, Debs.
Look, erm, it's me.
I'm really sorry, I'm
gonna have to bail tonight.
I'll talk to you soon.
TANNOY CHIMES
ANNOUNCEMENT IN
FRENCH, PHONE RINGS
Hello, love.
Where are you? 'Yeah, sorry,
I was gonna call you.'
I'm actually on the
Eurostar. I've, erm...
gotta speak to a possible
suspect in Paris.
I'm back tomorrow, though.
I... I think I'm miscarrying.
Oh, God. Oh, no.
'So sorry, Sal.' I'm
heading to my mum's.
D'you need to go to
hospital? Shall I come back?
I can come straight
back if you want me to.
DISTORTED VOICE Hello, Sal?
CALL DISCONNECTS Sal?
SIGHS
EXHALES DEEPLY
SCANNER BEEPS
SCANNER BEEPS
SZYMON: Kaz?
IN POLISH:
Yeah?
I was looking for
Cheryl, Jay's girlfriend?
What about her?
Does she live here?
Who wants to know?
I'm Jay's brief.
He was worried about
her being on her own.
Tell him she's fine. I'm
looking after her now.
Tell him she's fine.
DOOR LOCK CLICKS
TYPING
CAR APPROACHING
DOORBELL RINGS
EMMA, NEARBY: I think
he's in his study.
Would you like me to...?
Oh, hello, darling.
This lady is a detective.
She wants to talk to you
about my sister's old house.
Hello, Tony Hume. I'm sorry
to disturb you so late.
Not at all. Hazel's
house, did you say?
Yes. I believe you were a
key-holder after she died?
Yes, I was.
Just need to ask a some
questions about that period.
Sounds intriguing.
Well, you can at least
grill me in comfort.
Thank you.
How absolutely tragic. Indeed.
34's no age. No.
And what a way to treat a body.
So, how can I help?
Well, we're trying to narrow
down exactly when she died,
and we understand you might have
had some access to the house
around May or June 2016?
I did. Some squatters had
got into the property,
and a neighbour of Hazel's,
who knew I used to visit her,
rang me at my office.
Can you remember roughly
when this date was?
Well, I can check my diaries,
but, erm... late May, I think.
I have a vague recollection it
was during the Whitsun recess.
OK. And what happened then?
Well, I drove down there the
day after the neighbour rang,
on my way here, in fact, and, er...
basically just knocked on the door.
And someone answered?
They did. I told them who I was,
and that they couldn't
be there and, er,
just tried to keep
it fairly friendly.
How many were there? Two
came to the door, and, er...
when they left, I
counted five in total.
Men, women? Three
men, two women.
And what was their
reaction to you?
Oh... Hostile, extremely.
They basically told me, in no
uncertain terms, to get lost,
and were very threatening.
Physically? Yes.
And you thought they
looked capable of violence?
I mean, who knows? But, er...
Listen, they looked
like addicts to me,
and I've seen enough in
my charity sector work.
I know that an addict can be
dangerous when they're sick,
so, erm... I was scared.
So, how did you get them out?
Money. I offered them 500 quid.
Which they accepted? No.
They wanted a thousand, which
is why I had offered them 500.
And they accepted that? Yes.
And left immediately?
Within an hour or so. OK.
And could I just ask why you
didn't just call the police?
Well, I wasn't
sure of our rights,
and, er, I didn't want a
long, protracted legal battle.
We were already in the
middle of one about the will.
I guessed that money
would work, and it did.
So they... they
left immediately.
That afternoon, I got a
firm of locksmiths in.
The place was Fort Knox
by the time they'd done.
And there were no further problems?
Not as far as I was aware.
And what was the state of
the house when you went in?
Disgusting. Damage
and filth everywhere.
A lot of original
features had been removed.
And the place smelt
absolutely dreadful.
Oh, Lord.
She couldn't have already
have been there, could she?
Erm... We're not sure, but,
sorry, can I just, erm, go back?
What did you do with
the new set of keys?
Well, I dropped them
round to the solicitors.
How soon after? A
few days, I think.
Hm.
Oh. Yeah, actually, it
was, erm, five weeks later.
Any reason for that delay?
No. Just busy, I guess.
Course.
And finally, can I just show
you a picture of the victim?
Does her face look
familiar at all?
No.
Didn't see her at the house?
No, not that I recall.
Take a good look.
No, sorry, I don't
recognise her. Thank you.
I mean, just to reiterate
- for what it's worth -
from my encounter with them,
they did look like
very unpleasant people.
Capable of anything.
I'll leave you in peace. Mm.
RINGING TONE
PHONE VIBRATES
Hello? 'Hi, is that Karen?'
Kaz, yeah. 'It's DCI James.'
Oh, good evening, Ma'am. Guv.
Karen, the neighbour
you spoke to,
what did they say the
squatters were like?
'Erm, yeah...'
"Nice", as I remember.
"Gentle, polite". "Sweet".
I think that was the word.
"Sweet". 'Mm.'
Great. OK, er,
thanks, Karen. Night.
Good night, Ma'am.
Guv.
RINGING TONE
VOICEMAIL: 'Welcome to
the messaging service.'
HE SIGHS
'I'm sorry, but the person you
have called is not available.
'Please leave your
message after the tone.'
BEEP
What did you do?
Call me.
HE SIGHS Everything all right?
Do you, er, remember
those squatters
that, er, I chucked out
just after Hazel died?
Yes. One of them must have
got back in somehow, and...
they think taken an
overdose, and then...
..very sadly, died.
How awful.
Isn't it?
Anyway... I need a
drink. You want one?
WOMAN GIGGLES
Hello, love. It's me again.
Erm, couldn't get through
to you at your mum's.
Erm, call me when you
can. I hope you're OK.
Lots of love.
IN FRENCH:
Erm...
IN FRENCH:
Merci.
Yeah? Oui.
DAVE: 'Bele, where are you?
'We've got the VC meeting tomorrow,
and-and now I'm really worried.
'Call me.' BEEP
RINGING TONE
VOICEMAIL: 'Please leave
your message after the tone.'
BEEP You don't know
me, but I know you.
My mother was Precious Falade,
and I was there that night.
I was there.
And I saw it all.
promise. Please don't worry.
My feeling is that we both
need a bit of time apart.
Who is she? It didn't
mean anything. It's over.
The bullet passed through
the left lung, exiting here.
If we find the bullet
that killed her,
NABIS could even link
us to a known offender.
Key information should
really come to me first.
When you're in the office, I'll make
sure they bring you stuff first.
I've decided I wanted
shared custody now.
I'm not thinking I should
have a termination.
Does that completely
horrify you?
Taking advantage of a
woman's inability to say "no"
because she's too drunk
is not bloody funny.
I'm arresting you on
suspicion of robbery and GBH.
J: What are you talking about?!
I am sorry.
So I'm giving you
one last chance.
Our victim is also our thief.
Her name is Precious Falade.
We're looking for a next of kin.
That would be her
son or her mother.
We found a body in a
house in Hammersmith,
and we believe that
it's your daughter.
WAILS: No!
You don't recall ever
visiting her there? No.
It told us what we
needed. Which is what?
That she was lying.
MUSIC: 'All We
Do' by Oh Wonder
♪ All we do is hide away
♪ All we do is All
we do is hide away
♪ All we do is lie in wait
♪ All we do is All
we do is lie in wait
♪ I've been upside down
♪ I don't want to be
The right way round
♪ Can't find paradise
On the ground. ♪
DISTANT SIRENS
I've told you before, I'm
not buying you Coco Hoops.
But why not? Cos they're
not good for you.
They are, Mum. Honestly,
I promise. PHONE RINGS
They're not good for me,
then. Right, coats, bags.
RINGING CONTINUES There you are.
DEBBIE: 'Sorry,
work's been mad.'
Have you spoken to Mum? Did
she tell you what happened?
Yeah, listen, what time
do you finish work?
Can I come meet you?
Yeah, er... maybe six?
But, look, I can't
guarantee anything.
I'm right in the middle of a...
'What about that place we
went to before we saw Dolly?'
Er, sure, but.. 'I'm
running into a meet.'
I'll see you at six? Debs...
CALL DISCONNECTS, SIGHS
Sunny?
"Bye, then." I... um...
Miles away. Have a lovely day.
PHONE RINGS Erm, we'll
talk later tonight, yeah?
Sure. Er... Erm, sorry.
I've got to take this.
I'll be back home early.
OK? Love you.
Thomas, the plasterboard,
what have you got for me?
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
DRAWER OPENS
IN POLISH:
The loneliness, the inequality,
the hostility at the
time I was there.
It wears you down, man.
And down, and down.
Till you become
someone who isn't you.
Someone you don't even like.
PHONE RINGS
But apart from that...
IN POLISH:
IN FRENCH:
OK, so her friends, her family,
any criminal associates.
Where did she live? If she
worked, where did she work?
Basically, the more
we know about her,
the more chance we have of
working out how she died.
So, Murray, let's see if
she had a bank account,
ditto mobile phone.
I want to know when
everything stopped -
her last phone call,
last bank transaction.
Both could help determine
date of death. Ma'am.
Er, any update on the
C&C check on the house?
Coming later today,
apparently. OK.
Er, so, we have now
identified her mother
and had a preliminary
chat with her.
Er, Karen, anything on
Ebele Falade on PNC?
Yeah. Just a bit. Erm...
Multiple arrests.
All apart from one seem
to be alcohol-related.
Two D&D convictions, several
thefts, several community penalties.
But then, back in 1986,
we have an ABH charge
against a doorman of a
City stockbrokers' office.
But here's the thing -
it involved a firearm.
Any details on it?
Trying to see what we can
dig up with the intel team.
And when did the other
offences range from?
Early '80s to 2016.
JESS CLEARS THROAT OK. Erm...
So, we also now know
that she had a grandson,
erm, Precious's son, Joseph.
Did you get anything more from
social services on him, Frances?
Not a lot, Ma'am, erm...
Other than he was born
in 1998 in Wales. OK.
Again, quite a criminal record.
Er, we have various
theft charges,
lots of drugs -
possession and supply -
and then a gang-related
battery charge
for which he did six months
at Prestwythn Young
Offenders in 2014.
No current address
for him. OK.
Let's go back to social services
and see if we can find
him through them in Wales.
Am I right in thinking that
Precious was transferred
to West London Social
Services at some point?
October 2015.
OK, well, let's speak to them,
see what they can give us.
Again, check in with PNC
and link in with intel.
There's obviously a common thread
growing of drink and violence
which may be germane
to Precious's death.
Mm-hm. OK. Any
more for any more?
Just one more thing, Ma'am.
I did actually test the
rest of the plasterboard...
..and, erm, it is
all from the '60s.
There's no modern bit. Right.
So... how does that work,
then, given that we now know
that our victim is from
2016 at the earliest?
Well, the tech lab
thinks it's been reused
because... TEXT ALERT
Sorry. Hang on.
TAPPING ON PHONE
Carry on.
Because they've used patches -
bits of, er,
scrunched-up newspaper
that were used to fill in the
bits that must have come off,
when it was taken down from
wherever it was originally.
Why would you reuse plasterboard,
though? Costs nothing.
Maybe if you were
completely skint?
Maybe if you don't want any
trace that you ever bought it?
I guess.
The more interesting
thing, though,
is that the newspaper
has a date on it.
Which means that if it was
patched up when it went up,
then the chimney breast was
covered on the 12th of July 2016.
OK, like that.
Thanks, everyone.
Oh, yeah, just one thing.
Can we lose the
"Ma'am", everyone?
Just... "Guv" is fine.
"Guv" it is.
PHONE RINGS
DI Khan. Sunny, it's
Morten at the lab.
We've found blood.
'Lots of blood.'
Showing the suspect exhibit DS1.
It's a debit card in the
name of Sophie Coulson,
found in the kitchen
of the suspect.
Do you recognise
that? No comment.
Well, it's not yours,
is it? No comment.
So, how did this lady's card
get there, in your kitchen?
No comment. Did you find it
in the bag you stole from her?
No comment.
How else could it have got
there, then? No comment.
OK. Er, now showing the
suspect exhibit DS2.
This is CCTV footage
of the convenience
store Treasure Corner.
Now... I think that's
you there, fella.
No comment.
Because you've got a
tattoo on your hand
exactly just like this one
here, haven't you? No comment.
I can see it on your hand,
right in front of me now.
No comment.
This is you, isn't it?
Using her card, stolen
ten minutes before,
half a mile away. Yeah?
YAWNING: No comment.
You find this boring?
No comment. I wonder
if you'd find it boring
if I told you that
the woman you mugged
was four months pregnant and
very nearly lost her baby.
Is that boring?
Can I have a cup of tea,
man? Fuckin' parched.
BELE GASPS Oh...
Oh...
The things they do to us.
The way they treat us.
How do they get away
with it? Just...
SHE SNIFFLES
How are they allowed
to keep doing this?
"They"?
Who did you mean, "they"?
Do you mind?
This is a private moment
with my dead daughter.
Can you... please leave?
Who did you mean?
Who do you think? Hm?
Men.
Cos that's who it'll be. A man.
It's always a man, isn't it?
I'll wait outside.
So, the CPS are happy to charge.
If you're cool, we'll get that done,
and then we put him before the court
in the morning for a
remand application.
And what about bail? He's
not gonna get bail, Keith.
Why? Why d'you think?
His record, the crime, his
total lack of any remorse.
He actually is remorseful.
He just struggles to show it.
Yeah, well, maybe he can take
some acting classes inside, then.
Funny (!)
Look, I know you're only
doing your job, but, really?
You wanna fight for
a bloke like that?
And I know you're only doing
your job, but, yeah, I do, Phil.
You have literally
zero idea of his story.
Yeah, well, I don't
care about his story.
I care about the woman who nearly
lost her child because of him.
But, hey, go for it, mate.
Apply for bail, and
we'll turn it down.
So, 13, 14, 15 and 16,
which were here to here.
Is this the amount of pooling
you'd expect from a gunshot wound?
Under a prone body, yes.
We also found evidence of smearing
between here and the fireplace.
Had anyone made any
attempt to clean it up?
Think so, yes.
Because we found traces
of cleaning materials,
but the blood had soaked
deep into the wood,
so whoever tried
to get rid of it,
they just wiped away
the surface blood.
Can we test for DNA? Have
we got enough material?
Absolutely. We're doing comparison
tests with the victim right now.
PHONE RINGS
Apologies. No worries.
Guv.
Ebele Falade has agreed
to come in for a chat.
OK, wow, so soon.
You couldn't get enough
of her yesterday.
'We'll be back at
the nick in about 20,
'if you care to join
me.' CALL DISCONNECTS
ELISE: 20%? KAROL: Yes.
Babe, we were struggling
to find a 10% deposit.
I know, but... if we want a baby,
we'll need a bigger place, won't we?
So... we'll just need to
tighten our belts, won't we?
So, you must think it very
strange, my turning up like this.
And, er, in many ways,
I'm not entirely sure why
I knocked on your door.
But I just, erm...
I played a game of table tennis
with your son a few days ago.
Er, I saw something in him, a...
..certain fire in his belly.
Reminded me of myself
when I was his age.
Er, and, er, I-I know that life
is tough around here, and...
I guess, I just wanted to ask
if there was anything I
could do for you, Alaya?
A-And Mus. Your family.
Financially, or
in any other way.
I studied economics, Lord
Hume, back in Mogadishu.
So I knew who you were even
before Mustafa talked about you.
And I am grateful for your
kind offer, genuinely.
Mm.
But your money's not what we
need. I mean, it might help us...
..but what about our community,
our schools, our
hospitals, our social care?
In fact, all the things your
party de-funded for so many years.
Who sorts those out?
So I am sorry...
..but I suspect money from you
would really be more for
your benefit than ours.
DOOR CLOSES
So, we're just trying to get
as much information as possible
about your daughter,
about the sort of
life that she lived...
at the time we think
she might have died.
Do you know yet
when she did die?
We're now pretty
sure it was between
the 4th of June and
the 12th of July, 2016.
Here.
OK, so, yesterday, when we spoke,
you seemed a little uncertain
about when it was that
you last saw Precious.
You thought possibly
in 2014 or '15?
It was actually January 2016.
It was her birthday, the 15th.
I, er, checked an old diary.
And, er, she'd gone
back down from Wales
and was living in emergency
accommodation in Shepherd's Bush.
OK, so she was homeless?
Yes. She never lived with you?
Hm... She had at various
points in the past,
but it was too difficult,
with her... issues.
And the last time that you saw her,
her son was with her at that point?
No, he'd stayed
up in Wales. OK.
And, er, did you
ever visit her there?
Once, many years ago.
OK, why just once?
Because of them.
"Them"? QUIETLY: Yeah.
The cult.
"The cult"?
When she was 15, she
was abducted by a cult.
They recruited
members in London,
and they found her
bunking off school
in a park in Ealing.
And, yeah, they just
brainwashed her.
Which cult was this?
The Family Of Blessed Light,
they called themselves.
Did you ever report
this to the police?
No. She said she
wanted to go with them.
Sorry, you... you said
she was "abducted".
Right, well, that's
what she said...
..a decade later when it
was suddenly all my fault.
But, at the time, she
said she wanted to go.
When she was 15?
She was a very
strong-willed young woman,
very difficult to control,
endlessly suspended and
expelled from many schools.
In the end, I thought it might
actually be good for her.
Hard work in a remote
farm, out of London.
So, this was when... when
she first moved to Wales?
Mm. And I should also say
that she was pregnant
at this point.
Er... By who?
She didn't say specifically,
but I think it was
by him, the leader...
David Bell.
He... was 42 when
he met Precious.
And how long did she
live in Wales for?
On and off for about
ten or 15 years.
She'd sporadically
get tired of it
and move back to London
for a year or two, and...
be unable to find work,
or a place to live, erm...
So she'd steal or
do escort work.
And when that failed,
she'd move back.
And the cycle was
repeated many times.
And she returned to
Wales voluntarily?
How do you mean?
No-one came looking for
her, the boy's father?
Not that I specifically saw,
but he'd call her a lot,
and she was scared
of him, definitely.
So he may well have
come down on occasion.
Year after year, I...
..I tried to help her.
And at a time when I had my
own challenges with alcohol.
All long since sorted.
But eventually, you have
to take care of yourself.
Help yourself, don't you?
So I, erm...
..I cut-cut her off.
So, you cut her off
after that last meeting?
Yeah.
And that would have
been on her birthday?
Yes.
Was she using at this time?
Yes. Just meth?
BELE EXHALES Not sure.
Did you know any
of her dealers? No.
And how did her son fit
into... into that life?
Well, he didn't, really.
From what I understood from her,
he was raised between
the cult and care.
And did you ever
help her with him?
No.
OK. One last question. Er...
Can I ask you about your
1986 firearms charge?
I'm sure it's all in your files.
So unless you're gonna arrest
me, I think I've answered enough.
Precious had multiple issues.
Drink and drugs, obviously, but
her primary issue was her FASD.
"FASD"?
Foetal alcohol
spectrum disorder.
Oh, OK. We didn't
know about that.
Huge part of her life.
Arguably the cause of
most of her problems.
Learning difficulties, problems
sustaining relationships,
self-medication, the
fractured relationship
with her mother, obviously.
I mean, the list goes on.
Yeah, her mother didn't mention any
of this to us when we spoke to her.
From what I understood, the mother
refused to accept the diagnosis.
Oh, OK.
And what was her general
relationship with her mother like?
Terrible. They
fought all the time.
Ah. Precious carried
huge anger towards her,
which, oddly, her
mother reciprocated.
What was the mother angry about?
The accusation, I guess.
Er, in my professional
experience,
I'd say it was displacement
for her own guilt.
At what she'd done
to her child? Yeah.
D'you know if they
ever fought physically?
All the time.
Would you say there was, like, one
aggressor, or was it both or...?
I never had any experience
of Precious being violent.
Again, from what she told me,
the aggression came
entirely from Ebele.
So, what did you think?
I think she really didn't want
to discuss her firearms offence,
and I think I wanna know more
about the grandson and this cult.
Well...
..if you want to grab a coffee,
we can kick around some...
Did the C&C on the house come
back? I'll check again now.
What about the phone
and bank records?
Just made the application.
Waiting for them to come through.
Where is everyone?
Where's DC Willets?
Still trying to
identify the relative
who did the security work
so had keys to the house.
And Lingley? Chasing
stuff down, Guv.
Do you guys always
work at this pace?
This is fucking glacial.
It takes as long
as it takes, Ma'am.
Guv! How many times? Jesus!
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
Sorry about that.
Not a problem.
Apparently, Precious Falade
was a member of a cult in Wales
called The Family
Of Blessed Light.
See what you can find
out about them, please.
On it.
Just need to get a couple of
signatures from you, please.
Is that Friesz? It is.
Do you like him? I like
Dufy more. Or Derain.
But Friesz is
gully, still. Right.
Who got you into the
Fauvists? My dad.
D'you know what it
means - "fauvist"?
Erm... "beast" or
something, isn't it?
"Wild beast".
Yeah, I wonder why he
thought I'd like 'em.
Listen, man, my
girlfriend needs help,
with her habit and shit.
Is there any chance you
could call my social worker
and ask him to visit her?
Your carriage awaits, sir.
I'll see what I can do. Ta.
Her last team loved
her. Good for them.
And her references
are all exceptional.
Did you check the name at the
top? It's not even been a week.
Each day is worse than the last.
She's rude, she's
permanently distracted.
Unpleasant to my
team. Your team?
I didn't want to ease her in.
I did it as a favour to you.
After you turned the job down.
But these fast-track
uni kids... She's 39.
..they just don't have the
hours on the clock, Sir.
And when that inexperience impacts
on my ability to do the job...
Just give it a bit more...
So I honestly think that
Fran should step up.
She's more than capable.
You need to know
that, right now,
this really isn't fucking
working for me, Sir.
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
I looked after her
from October to Feb,
then I went on maternity
leave till early June.
And when I came back, my cover and
I shared responsibility for her
till I was back up to speed.
OK, what was the name
of your cover, please?
That was Karol Wojski.
Carol... No, Karol with a K,
and it's, er, W-O-J-S-K-I.
Is Karol still
here? No, he left.
And when was that? Mid-2016.
So, he moved to another
department or...?
No, he left social work
completely, I believe.
OK. Does it happen a lot?
Pretty stressful job,
huge responsibilities,
zero resources.
Thank you, Government.
Yeah, join the club.
And so this is the last appointment
anyone had with Precious?
Correct, yeah.
So 26th of June?
Yeah. And the
address given there
as her new home address
is Waterman Road.
Yeah. OK. And Karol
took this appointment?
Yeah. And he details
seeing her at the house.
Yes. And these are the brief
notes from that meeting.
Erm, these would normally have
been written up in detail. OK.
"Son wants her to
go back to sex work.
"I will investigate
rehab, Precious is keen.
"Mother assaulted
her again." Wow.
So, why weren't these
notes written up properly?
Karol resigned the next day.
Be good to get contact details for
Karol if you can, please. Sure.
You keep skirting around things,
but, really, why
don't you just say it?
Say what? That you don't
want a child with me.
Because it's not true.
So why do you keep mentioning
money and priorities
and making me feel
shit about it all?
QUIETLY: I'm really not
trying to make you feel shit.
I'm just trying to articulate
some of the very real, practical
difficulties facing us.
But, please, if you can
see a simpler solution...
I'll work more hours.
QUIETLY: You already
work too many, as I am.
Between us, we do five fucking
jobs, for Christ sakes.
I mean...
..I don't want it to be like
this any more than you do,
but given he is now going to
make me spend money on a lawyer,
that really does have
to be my priority.
You see that, don't you?
And I don't need to have a baby
with you to prove to myself,
or, I hope, to you,
how much I love you.
And what I need...
does that count for anything?
Of course it does.
I know it's incredibly
important to you...
..but, "I refer the honourable
gentleman to my earlier answer."
You think this is funny? No.
Because this isn't a
joke to me, Lise. I know!
You'd two kids with that baboon
and not one with me. Please.
I mean, am I not good enough?
Is that what this
is? The Untermensch?
I cannot believe
you just said that.
DOOR CLOSES
And if she did do it deliberately...
She didn't do it deliberately.
Why didn't I see it? Why
didn't I do more to help her?
Cass's death was not
your fault, Sunny.
It was just life.
Random, cruel, life.
Do you talk to Sal about this?
No.
D'you think maybe you
should, or someone?
She finds it hard
enough as it is.
I know she thinks I should
have gotten over it by now.
I know everyone does. I don't.
I think about her too.
All the time. It still
absolutely winds me.
So if you don't want to see
someone about it... talk to me.
I'll always listen.
I'm always here.
MAN: 'OK, so you need...'
It should be on the authorisation
request, just the name and address.
'Yeah, I've got it.
'What's the number?'
OK, yeah, so it's...
zero, seven, seven, zero, zero.
'Yep.' Nine, zero, zero...
PHONE RINGS
Guv. 'Sunny, hi.'
Erm, listen, first up, I'm
sorry if I snapped earlier.
It was... It was uncalled for.
Yep.
So, erm, I just had a very
interesting conversation
with Frances about
Precious's social worker.
How would you feel
about a trip to Paris,
where he lives, to speak to him?
Can't we just Zoom him?
We could, yeah, but as of now,
he's the last person
to have seen her alive.
And the day after
he did, he resigned.
And two weeks after that,
he left the country.
'I think you'd wanna see
the whites of his eyes.'
Sure. Why not?
Great, thanks.
KNOCK ON THE DOOR Guv. Yeah?
Erm, so the relative
who used to pop round
and check up on her, and the
"LA" in the lawyer's notes,
that's Lord Anthony.
As in Hume. Tony Hume?
Yeah. The Tory guy? Mm-hm.
Man...
My local library was shut
down cos of that twat.
Yep, well, it turns
out that his wife
is the late owner's
younger sister.
And he had keys to the property?
He's the one who
changed all the locks.
OK.
And what could possibly connect
the Tory Lord and the sex worker?
OK, get digging on him. Sure.
Actually, could you find me
his address and text it to me?
Yeah, no problem. Thanks.
VOICEMAIL: 'Hi, this is Debbie,
please leave a message.'
BEEP Hi, Debs.
Look, erm, it's me.
I'm really sorry, I'm
gonna have to bail tonight.
I'll talk to you soon.
TANNOY CHIMES
ANNOUNCEMENT IN
FRENCH, PHONE RINGS
Hello, love.
Where are you? 'Yeah, sorry,
I was gonna call you.'
I'm actually on the
Eurostar. I've, erm...
gotta speak to a possible
suspect in Paris.
I'm back tomorrow, though.
I... I think I'm miscarrying.
Oh, God. Oh, no.
'So sorry, Sal.' I'm
heading to my mum's.
D'you need to go to
hospital? Shall I come back?
I can come straight
back if you want me to.
DISTORTED VOICE Hello, Sal?
CALL DISCONNECTS Sal?
SIGHS
EXHALES DEEPLY
SCANNER BEEPS
SCANNER BEEPS
SZYMON: Kaz?
IN POLISH:
Yeah?
I was looking for
Cheryl, Jay's girlfriend?
What about her?
Does she live here?
Who wants to know?
I'm Jay's brief.
He was worried about
her being on her own.
Tell him she's fine. I'm
looking after her now.
Tell him she's fine.
DOOR LOCK CLICKS
TYPING
CAR APPROACHING
DOORBELL RINGS
EMMA, NEARBY: I think
he's in his study.
Would you like me to...?
Oh, hello, darling.
This lady is a detective.
She wants to talk to you
about my sister's old house.
Hello, Tony Hume. I'm sorry
to disturb you so late.
Not at all. Hazel's
house, did you say?
Yes. I believe you were a
key-holder after she died?
Yes, I was.
Just need to ask a some
questions about that period.
Sounds intriguing.
Well, you can at least
grill me in comfort.
Thank you.
How absolutely tragic. Indeed.
34's no age. No.
And what a way to treat a body.
So, how can I help?
Well, we're trying to narrow
down exactly when she died,
and we understand you might have
had some access to the house
around May or June 2016?
I did. Some squatters had
got into the property,
and a neighbour of Hazel's,
who knew I used to visit her,
rang me at my office.
Can you remember roughly
when this date was?
Well, I can check my diaries,
but, erm... late May, I think.
I have a vague recollection it
was during the Whitsun recess.
OK. And what happened then?
Well, I drove down there the
day after the neighbour rang,
on my way here, in fact, and, er...
basically just knocked on the door.
And someone answered?
They did. I told them who I was,
and that they couldn't
be there and, er,
just tried to keep
it fairly friendly.
How many were there? Two
came to the door, and, er...
when they left, I
counted five in total.
Men, women? Three
men, two women.
And what was their
reaction to you?
Oh... Hostile, extremely.
They basically told me, in no
uncertain terms, to get lost,
and were very threatening.
Physically? Yes.
And you thought they
looked capable of violence?
I mean, who knows? But, er...
Listen, they looked
like addicts to me,
and I've seen enough in
my charity sector work.
I know that an addict can be
dangerous when they're sick,
so, erm... I was scared.
So, how did you get them out?
Money. I offered them 500 quid.
Which they accepted? No.
They wanted a thousand, which
is why I had offered them 500.
And they accepted that? Yes.
And left immediately?
Within an hour or so. OK.
And could I just ask why you
didn't just call the police?
Well, I wasn't
sure of our rights,
and, er, I didn't want a
long, protracted legal battle.
We were already in the
middle of one about the will.
I guessed that money
would work, and it did.
So they... they
left immediately.
That afternoon, I got a
firm of locksmiths in.
The place was Fort Knox
by the time they'd done.
And there were no further problems?
Not as far as I was aware.
And what was the state of
the house when you went in?
Disgusting. Damage
and filth everywhere.
A lot of original
features had been removed.
And the place smelt
absolutely dreadful.
Oh, Lord.
She couldn't have already
have been there, could she?
Erm... We're not sure, but,
sorry, can I just, erm, go back?
What did you do with
the new set of keys?
Well, I dropped them
round to the solicitors.
How soon after? A
few days, I think.
Hm.
Oh. Yeah, actually, it
was, erm, five weeks later.
Any reason for that delay?
No. Just busy, I guess.
Course.
And finally, can I just show
you a picture of the victim?
Does her face look
familiar at all?
No.
Didn't see her at the house?
No, not that I recall.
Take a good look.
No, sorry, I don't
recognise her. Thank you.
I mean, just to reiterate
- for what it's worth -
from my encounter with them,
they did look like
very unpleasant people.
Capable of anything.
I'll leave you in peace. Mm.
RINGING TONE
PHONE VIBRATES
Hello? 'Hi, is that Karen?'
Kaz, yeah. 'It's DCI James.'
Oh, good evening, Ma'am. Guv.
Karen, the neighbour
you spoke to,
what did they say the
squatters were like?
'Erm, yeah...'
"Nice", as I remember.
"Gentle, polite". "Sweet".
I think that was the word.
"Sweet". 'Mm.'
Great. OK, er,
thanks, Karen. Night.
Good night, Ma'am.
Guv.
RINGING TONE
VOICEMAIL: 'Welcome to
the messaging service.'
HE SIGHS
'I'm sorry, but the person you
have called is not available.
'Please leave your
message after the tone.'
BEEP
What did you do?
Call me.
HE SIGHS Everything all right?
Do you, er, remember
those squatters
that, er, I chucked out
just after Hazel died?
Yes. One of them must have
got back in somehow, and...
they think taken an
overdose, and then...
..very sadly, died.
How awful.
Isn't it?
Anyway... I need a
drink. You want one?
WOMAN GIGGLES
Hello, love. It's me again.
Erm, couldn't get through
to you at your mum's.
Erm, call me when you
can. I hope you're OK.
Lots of love.
IN FRENCH:
Erm...
IN FRENCH:
Merci.
Yeah? Oui.
DAVE: 'Bele, where are you?
'We've got the VC meeting tomorrow,
and-and now I'm really worried.
'Call me.' BEEP
RINGING TONE
VOICEMAIL: 'Please leave
your message after the tone.'
BEEP You don't know
me, but I know you.
My mother was Precious Falade,
and I was there that night.
I was there.
And I saw it all.