Ridley (2022) s01e02 Episode Script

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We had a line of people behind me,
I'm looking through the door.
She climbs up
We peek through the door.
She is stood here
With the medieval grille
or whatever it was called
She stands up.
Without Without batting an eye
- Ah, Miss Venables.
- Mr Mallors.
Evening, all!
Max, usual for me, and tonight,
it is five minutes to happy hour,
and I want you all to be happy,
particularly you
Elena, I've warned you before
about dallying.
Stop walking in the rain ♪
Something smells good.
It is good! It's a pity
you won't be around to eat it.
You want me to blow off a date to
stay in and have lunch with my dad?
Does this hot date have a name?
His name is Owen. I met him online.
- He's a drummer in a band.
- Is he?
- You know what drummers are, don't you?
- What?
Somebody who hangs about with musicians.
He's gonna think
I'm trying to seduce him.
- Ah, it's the idea, isn't it?
- Dad!
Well, it was different in my day.
You know, you went into a pub.
Saw a girl, you know.
Offered to buy her a drink.
If she said yes, you were in.
You shared a bag of chips
on the bus home from Allerton.
Your mother was a cheap date.
I was after a man in uniform,
but the bus driver was taken.
Anyway, this Owen,
he should count himself lucky.
- I won't be late.
- Drive carefully, love,
cos the the roads
are still icy out there, yeah?
She seems keen.
Online dating, yeah
Hope he lives up to his profile.
Yeah, let's just hope he doesn't
have a profile like yours.
- Oh-ho!
- Mm!
So, I hope you're not hungry
cos this is gonna take a while,
you know?
- Makes a nice change.
- What, me in the kitchen?
- You and me home alone.
- Hmm!
Remember that boat
Jackie Daniels was selling?
- Yeah, ha!
- I think we should buy it.
What? But it-it-it's falling apart!
It's rotting in the yard.
Yeah, but we could restore it
together. Oh, come on!
It'd be an adventure, yeah? Yeah?
Nothing will stop me Loving you ♪
Ugh Fuck's sake.
Carol.
- So you two found the body?
- Yes, that's right, yeah.
And where were you two?
- Carol called you, then?
- Yeah. Female fatality.
I've given her clearance
to bring you in.
Rolling contract, need-to-know basis.
Oh, well, it's good to know
where we stand!
One of the engineers found a body
under the turbine over there.
Some of the details
are particularly disturbing.
We could do with your take on things.
A seasoned perspective.
Oh, is that what they call it
these days?
I've been summoned back
to brief the Super.
- Good to have you back on the team.
- Yeah. Keeps me out of trouble.
- Carol.
- Thank you.
Unidentified female, mid to late-20s.
My gut instinct says that you need
to be in on this one.
OK.
Thanks.
- And how long's she been down there?
- Well, she was hidden in peat,
which would have slowed down
the rate of decomposition.
What about an educated guess, Wendy?
Days, weeks, possibly,
but I will need to do some tests.
Blunt force trauma injury,
back of the head.
What about these lacerations
on her heels?
Suggests she was killed
somewhere else and then dumped here.
We'll get someone to check
the footpath for shoe treads.
- Any sign of a weapon?
- Anything that might lead us to an ID?
No bag, no phone.
We're still sifting
the immediate area for evidence.
- What about this tattoo?
- Well, a distinctive design.
I'll get the pictures sent over.
- You might wanna have a look at these.
- Yeah?
They were found hidden next to the body.
Suggests this wasn't
a random act of violence.
Some kind of personal connection.
We'll get the flowers ID'd
back at the lab.
Sorry to interrupt. The wind farm
CEO has arrived, Harry Graylish.
Wants to speak to whoever's in charge.
- We're pretty much done here.
- Thanks. Can you get onto Mispers?
See if anyone flags up
that fits her description, yeah?
- Yeah, boss.
- Thanks, mate.
Somebody must be missing this girl.
There's, er, not much I can tell you
at this stage, Mr Graylish, erm
It's the body of a woman,
and enquiries are continuing.
Well, I've spoken to the foreman,
and none of the crew reported
seeing anything suspicious.
Do the turbines have CCTV?
Oh, it's satellite webcam surveillance.
It's run remotely from head office.
OK, we'll need access to that footage.
Well, I'll get someone to send it over.
What about on-site security?
Er, maintenance would have done
a routine sweep.
I mean, most of the turbines
are fairly remote.
Pretty much look after themselves.
- So anyone could've had access?
- Public right of way.
We'll need to speak
to those maintenance personnel.
None of my crew
had anything to do with this.
Just routine enquiries
just to make sure
there's nothing we've missed.
Right, well, if this site is shut down,
I'll lose money.
A woman has been murdered, Mr Graylish.
Yeah.
We'll do everything we can to get
things back up and running for you.
I'll go and tell the crew
they've been furloughed.
Yes, young man?
Tyre tracks.
Follows a path right through
the heather. Found it.
Yeah, I see that.
Has there been a murder, then?
You know,
I'm not obliged to tell you that.
It puts me in mind
of that unsolved Jane Doe case.
Fuerte Viento Wind Farm, Atacama Desert.
Oh, puts you in mind, does it, yeah?
Well, I'm not familiar
with that case, sadly.
Evidence pointed to extra-terrestrials.
Body was, like, covered
in radioactive sand. It were mental.
Right, OK. That's it, come on.
Just get your bike
and get out of here. Come on.
Is that anyone we should be talking to?
No. Just some kid
with time on his hands.
But there's some interesting
tyre tracks up there, though.
- We'll get someone to check it out.
- What about Graylish?
He didn't like us
talking to his workers.
I think we should run background checks
on all of his turbine workers,
temporary, contractual.
See if there's any previous
on any of them.
I've been thinking about those flowers
that were left at the crime scene.
Could be pointing to someone
with narcissistic tendencies.
Boss! Forensics found this
on the footpath.
- Looks like a staff ID card.
- Gabriela Baldoni.
- Palace Hotel.
- I know the manager, James Mallors.
He used to be a regular at the club.
- Sooner we get over there.
- See what he says.
If it isn't the singing detective!
Perfect timing for a lunchtime aperitif.
Sadly, this is not a social call.
DI Farman, Copelton Police.
We're here about a member of your staff.
- Gabriela Baldoni.
- Ah, I'm afraid you're out of luck.
She's recently left
the hotel's employment.
- When was this?
- A couple of weeks ago.
Disagreement with the housekeeper.
Oh, is Gabriela in some kind of trouble?
This was Gabriela's room.
We haven't got round
to replacing her yet.
We've had a few difficulties
recruiting staff.
And all of this stuff,
was this all hers?
I think it's fair to say
she left in a hurry.
How long had she been working here for?
We took her on
at the beginning of the summer.
Her contract was extended
for conference season.
Can you tell me
about the disagreement you had?
She'd been out that afternoon
and came back late
for her evening shift.
Wasn't the first time, either.
- What day was this?
- Friday before last.
Her shift should have started at seven.
And where had she been?
What the staff get up to
outside of working hours
is none of my concern.
How did she seem?
Perhaps a little flustered,
upset about something.
Yet you gave her the sack, all the same.
I gave her notice.
She'd had several warnings.
Packed her bags and left,
there and then.
Who did Gabriela share with?
Elena, another reluctant chambermaid.
She'll need to be told.
How well did you know Gabriela?
Well, as well as any
of the housekeeping staff.
A good manager
always keeps his distance.
Yes course.
And did you see her
the night that she left?
Not that I remember.
Well, we were busy that weekend.
Three-day conference.
It's the only way to keep
the rooms full out of season.
Yeah and did Gabriela socialise
with any of these guests in particular?
No, hotel bar's out of bounds.
I mean, there are certain rules
for live-in staff.
I see Er, no, thanks.
Er, but that wasn't the reason
why she was dismissed, is it?
Gabriela could be rather headstrong.
Sangue caldo. Hot-blooded.
Miss Venables had exacting standards.
So you knew her well enough, then?
Listen, Ridley,
if this comes back to bite us
A murder to contend with.
Business is slow enough as it is.
I know.
I'll do what I can to keep it in check.
I was under the impression
that you were retired.
Yeah, they just want my input
on this case.
You know, consultancy basis,
that sort of thing.
Best to keep busy
after everything that happened.
Yeah
so everybody keeps telling me.
We should catch up over a drink
..if ever you need to talk.
Thanks, but I think this is
gonna keep me busy for a while.
Scanned copies of her passport
and residence permit.
What about a mobile number?
We would have had it
somewhere on her records.
I don't suppose you have a contact
for her next of kin, do you?
With live-in staff, there was
never a need to ask for one.
It's just, er
we'll need a member of the hotel
staff to identify the body.
Well, if there's really no-one else
I'll get an officer to bag up
the rest of her things. Thanks.
So, how long
had you been Gabriela's roommate?
A few months.
All the cleaners have to share.
So you must have known her
pretty well, then.
Erm I wouldn't say we were friends.
Did she ever tell you
that she was being followed
or harassed or that she was
concerned about her safety?
Not that I remember.
- What about her social life?
- We don't get much time off.
No.
So you wouldn't necessarily know
what she was doing between shifts?
I know she was seeing someone,
someone with money, erm
Gabriela like to think
she was better than the rest of us.
She thought cleaning rooms
was beneath her.
Mm-hm. And do we have a name
for this man, this someone?
Mm-mm, maybe he was married.
They usually are.
So, when did you find out
that she'd left?
Er, not until I'd finished my shift
that night.
- I think the housekeeper told me.
- Didn't you think that was strange
that Gabriela had just
disappeared like that?
Of course, I was worried.
I sent her messages.
I didn't hear back for a few days,
but then
then she sent me a reply
to tell me she'd gone back home.
- Do you have that message?
- Mm.
Thanks.
And where exactly is home?
Somewhere near Rome. That's all I know.
Go back to the statements again
and find something
what can give us a lead.
- Right, you're on.
- Yeah, couple of minutes.
Ridley, that fella you were talking to
at the crime scene this morning,
Kit McKellen.
Uniform gave us a heads up.
He fancies himself as a crime vigilante.
Oh!
Been cautioned for wasting police time.
Right, well, let's run
a routine background check.
- See if anything flags up.
- Absolutely.
OK, team. Gabriela Baldoni,
an Italian migrant,
worked as a chambermaid
at The Palace Hotel.
The body was found
on Brackenbed Moor Wind Farm
in the early hours of this morning.
The site is owned and managed
by Graylish Enterprises.
We've taken statements
from all the key workers.
Nothing that gives us any leads.
What about those tyre tracks
up the top lane?
Off-road radial treads. We're
looking at some kind of camper van.
That moor is a magnet for happy campers.
They drive up there for the view.
We'll run an ANPR search.
See if it throws up anything.
In the meantime,
let's stick to what we do know.
Gabriela was last seen alive
two weeks ago
on the evening of Friday the 16th,
the same evening that she was sacked
from her job as a cleaner
after an altercation
with the housekeeper.
She used her key card
to get into her room at 7.21pm.
We've also got footage of her
leaving the hotel with a suitcase.
CCTV's in the service entrance.
That's the last known sighting
of Gabriela alive.
We know that she left the hotel
between shifts that afternoon.
Where she went to is a mystery,
but I am convinced
that it'll have some bearing
on her subsequent disappearance.
What about her phone records?
Pay-as-you-go burner. We're still
trying to trace her call history.
She sent a text to her roommate,
Elena Mondelo,
a few days after she disappeared,
saying that she'd gone home to Italy.
- So either she was lying
- Or someone was covering their back.
Elena told us that Gabriela
was seeing someone
but claims to not know his name.
Maybe that's what's got her
into trouble.
Somebody must remember
that tattoo on her shoulder.
We'll get it in the press release
and get it signed off.
See if anyone comes forward.
In the meantime, let's focus
on the night she disappeared.
I want a team over to Sowerton.
Er, public appeal for information.
Darren, do the rounds with her picture.
Bus stops, cafes, local CCTV.
And please be mindful
of the nature of the crime.
We need to tread carefully
with this one.
Try and keep him on a tight leash.
The fatality was due
to an intracranial haemorrhage.
Two linear fractures
to the base of the skull.
Any thoughts on a murder weapon?
Hammer, crow bar,
something solid and heavy.
These lesions on her neck
were also telling.
I'd wager they resulted
from a chokehold.
Asphyxiation caused by strangling.
Petechial haemorrhages,
pinpoint collections
of blood in the skin.
Which gives the offender
a measure of power and control.
So at first, he tries to strangle her.
She puts up a fight.
The bruises on her
arm are defence wounds.
And then he bludgeons her
from behind with some force.
A violent, spontaneous outburst.
We took scrapings
from under her fingernails.
If there's anything there,
we'll build a DNA profile,
run it against the database.
Any crime scene evidence
we should know about?
Navy-blue fibres.
Cotton-polyester mix.
Hoodie, sweatshirt.
Chances are
her assailant was wearing it.
What about those flowers?
Amaranths, forget-me-nots
and bellflowers.
They grow wild up on the moor,
meadow, woodland.
Purple Columbine,
the emblem of deceived lovers.
Any, er, thoughts on a timeline
for the murder?
Well, from analysis
of the postmortem changes,
I'd say she's been buried there
between ten and 14 days.
You sure about that?
Level of postmortem staining,
extent of decomposition,
I'm pretty certain, yes.
Well, then
she couldn't have sent that text.
Gabriela was already dead.
I heard they found a body.
Young woman.
Dumped near one of the turbines.
Have they any idea who she is?
Well, if they know, they're not telling.
- The kids upstairs?
- Only just gone up.
That poor girl they found on the moor
do they know who killed her yet?
You know I can't tell you that, Annie.
So, is this gonna be
a permanent arrangement?
Freelance consultant,
whatever that means these days.
At least I've only myself to answer to.
- As long as you're all right with it.
- Well, you know
..it's the only thing
I've really ever been good at.
- Quick livener before you go?
- Yeah. Why not?
Remember James Mallors,
manager at The Palace Hotel?
- Oh, yeah. Hasn't been in for a while.
- Hmm.
Turns out the dead girl
is one of his chambermaids.
I think he's hiding something.
Fancies himself as a bit of a charmer.
Ooh, always gave me the creeps.
Wouldn't trust him as
far as I could throw him.
That's what I think.
Oh, rehearsals, Thursday,
nine o'clock sharp. Don't be late!
I'm not senile yet, girl!
'Hey, guys. This is Night Jar,
'bringing you another
kill-list exclusive.'
The woman has been named
as Gabriela Baldoni,
a migrant Italian hotel worker.
I was there at the scene of the crime,
when the body was discovered,
first-hand, eyewitness account.
Those pictures don't tell us much,
Doom Dog.
I can only say at this stage
that I'm working in close partnership
with a detective from the UK police.
Look, you know the rules,
no police allowed.
This one's retired.
Ex-Detective Inspector Ridley.
Watch this space, people.
Big revelations are coming.
'Watch out, there is rain on the way'
Jack, shoes, now!
'..result of a relatively shallow
depression centred over Ireland.'
Right, I'm gonna be late tonight, love.
Still chasing some leads
on this murder case.
- This the girl from the windfarm?
- Yeah.
Goodwin's organised a press call.
So hopefully that'll do something
to put people's minds at ease.
Phone? I left my phone
charging here last night
Thank you.
There's, erm, something I've been
meaning to talk to you about
Jack, come on, mate.
OK, can we talk about it tonight?
I want us to have another baby.
Jack.
Car, now.
OK.
You really pick your moments, don't you?
I've been thinking about this
for a while.
And you didn't think that
it might be worth mentioning to me?
You're never here, Carol.
Well, we always said we'd have more.
- It's been 14 years, Geri.
- Something always came up.
- There was always a reason to wait
- And how's that my fault?
You were Jack's birth mum.
So? Since when has that ever mattered?
- We are both his mum!
- I did a home test.
- Wow.
- I'm still ovulating.
Who's gonna look after the baby?
Who is gonna put in the extra hours, eh?
I mean,
I am rushed off my feet as it is.
I'd get paid for maternity leave.
And either that or I can work part-time.
And with the extra coming in
from your promotion, we'll manage.
OK, so you've got this
all worked out, then?
I can't do this on my own, Carol.
What about Jack?
I mean, have you thought about him?
Yeah, he'd have a brother, a sister,
a proper family.
- What exactly are we?!
- I didn't mean it like that.
- I thought you were happy?
- I am happy.
I just want something for me.
I can't deal with you right now.
We'll talk about this tonight.
Jack! Car, now! Come on!
I'll book in some time
at the station, shall I?
- See ya.
- Bye, love.
- Oh, boss?
- Yes?
I pulled up Gabriela's profile
on social media.
- Yeah?, Certainly gets around.
- Let me show you.
Local clubs, bars
Regular Cinders by the look of things.
All right, well,
work your way through her timeline.
Er, messages, new posts,
anyone she friended.
See if anyone jumps out.
Well, she's a member
of a Facebook group,
Sowerton Snooker Club.
Bit of a fixture by all accounts.
Good work.
Yeah, I knew Gabriela. She'd been
a regular in here for months.
Knocked me for six
when I heard she were dead.
Word certainly gets around quick.
One of the porters must've told me.
One of the porters
from The Palace Hotel?
A lot of the staff drop in
after their shifts.
- Cheap drinks, late licence.
- Popular, was she?
Plenty of punters who'd buy her a drink.
I'm assuming these punters were men?
Let's just say she knew how to play 'em.
We think she might have been
seeing someone.
Maybe one of your regulars?
If she was, she didn't tell me.
When was the last time you saw Gabriela?
Must've been a couple of weeks ago.
- She dropped in between shifts.
- What time was that?
Would've been around half five.
And did you speak to her at all?
Didn't have too much to say for herself.
Nursing an orange juice,
head in her phone.
So she was waiting for someone?
She sat on her own for an hour, or more.
If she was, they never showed up.
- Sign me in, Simon, will you?
- You've got a visitor.
That chat with the hotel employees.
I'm guessing it didn't throw up
any new leads.
Have you been following me?
We've been discussing the case
on the forum.
What forum is that?
The Kill List.
A true crime internet community.
Armchair detectives?
A worldwide coalition of web sleuths.
- Right. Kit, isn't it?
- Yeah.
I told you, Kit, to stay out of this.
But the tattoo on her shoulder.
Design is known as a Jelica.
Traditionally associated
with the Balkan region.
Croatia, Bosnia, Albania.
Just thought it might help.
Right. OK, I'll give you that.
Information management.
- It's the future of crime solving.
- Oh.
We should pool our resources.
We'd make a good team.
- Do you reckon?
- Yeah.
These Copelton coppers
are stuck in the Stone Age.
Right.
Oh, right. Thanks, Sue.
We've narrowed down Gabriela's movements
on the day that she disappeared.
She spent an hour in between shifts
at the local snooker club.
- Anything else?
- She went there to meet someone,
but, apparently, they never turned up.
What about her next of kin?
Any progress?
Yeah, well,
we checked in with Italian police.
But so far,
her name hasn't yielded any matches.
That's because she wasn't Italian.
SIM card template,
recovered from a rubbish bin
in her hotel room.
Telefonit Albania.
Those documents were forgeries.
Gabriela Baldoni didn't exist.
I'm afraid Mr Mallors is indisposed.
Perhaps I can help?
Yes, those documents that you gave us,
we had them checked over
by our fraud team.
Gabriela Baldoni was employed here
under bogus ID.
Wouldn't have been her real name,
and it's essential that we establish
her proper identity.
But her references were good.
We hired her through a reputable agency.
Well, no doubt you carried out
all the relevant checks?
If you're trying to imply that the
management was somehow culpable
Knowingly employing
illegal migrant workers
can carry a custodial sentence.
We just want to solve this murder.
So have you any idea who she really is?
She walked in off the street.
Wanted to know if we had any vacancies.
And you just took her on,
no questions asked?
All the big hotels are in on it.
It suits them to turn a blind eye.
You're exploiting these workers.
They're grafting for a pittance.
I gave those girls some polish.
An air of respectability.
Put a bit of spit on a dirty
little scam is what you did.
What about the manager?
Did he turn a blind eye, too?
Mr Mallors is easily led.
He sees a pretty girl,
and loses all sense of perspective.
And where is Mr Mallors?
He called me earlier to inform me
he's under the weather.
He won't be in for a couple of days.
So he keeps his head down
while you take the flak.
We're gonna have to speak
to Elena Mondelo again.
She told me she grew up
in Berat, Albania.
Is that where you knew her from?
I came here from Romania.
First time I met her
was sharing that room.
Did she ever tell you her real name?
It's better
if you don't ask those questions.
Working here illegally, Elena,
is a very serious crime.
Are you going to arrest me?
That depends
on what you're prepared to tell us.
And whether you can help us
find the name of our victim.
It's easy enough to get the papers
if you know the right people.
800 for a passport,
another 300
for a National Insurance number.
We need the names of those people
who gave you the false ID.
He's not a man you want to mess with.
We just want to find out
who killed her, Elena.
His name is Stewart.
Stewart Daley.
And where can we find him?
He drinks in the snooker club.
It's where he likes to do business.
Get that back entrance covered
as soon as possible.
- You take the right.
- Jenna. Stewart Daley.
- One of your regulars.
- Not seen him in while.
Funny, we heard
this was a regular home from home.
It's a great place to tout for business.
Did Stewart ever discuss
his line of work with you?
- Not with me.
- No.
- Well, that's just as well, isn't it?
- All clear.
What is it he's supposed to have done?
We need to question him in relation
to Gabriela's murder.
Yeah, well, if he does show his face
I'll make sure you hear about it.
She stays here.
Nowhere to run, Stewart.
Gabriela Baldoni.
- Regular face at the snooker club.
- I'd seen her around.
You gave her a fake ID and pointed
her towards The Palace Hotel.
Sorry, you've lost me.
We also have a statement
from Elena Mondelo,
who's also a chambermaid
at The Palace Hotel,
who says she gave you £1,100
for a similar fraudulent ID.
Jenna Noble
claims that you rented that office.
She thought it was
a legitimate business.
If that's what she told you.
If she's involved
in procuring you potential clients,
she's looking at a five-year stretch.
Only a matter of time
before she speaks to us.
Well, when she does, you get back to me.
Friday before last, Stewart,
can you recount to me
your movements that night?
Erm
I would've dropped in the club.
Had a few pints.
Did you see Gabriela that night?
Don't remember.
These pictures were posted
on her social media.
Now, if she was working here illegally,
she should've been
keeping her head down.
You seriously think I killed her?
I always looked out for my girls.
Hmm. Except if they stepped out of line.
Yeah, we know all about
that assault charge.
That was a misunderstanding.
I'll tell you what I think, Stewart.
I think you're a small-time hustler,
you've got a nice little scam
going here,
you get your kicks out of
knocking your girlfriend about
but you're out of your depth.
Because this time, one of your girls
has got murdered.
I never laid a finger on her.
Listen, Stewart.
It is not looking good for you.
You're gonna have to give us
something more than that.
Jenna introduced us to Gabriela
at the club.
Said that she needed false papers.
OK, and you were the one to fix her up?
It's a small price to pay
for a better life.
Oh. Proper bleeding heart there, mate.
Do you know Gabriela's real name?
I didn't ask.
All I needed was the money
and a photograph.
We ran Stewart Daley's DNA
against the samples
that we found at the crime scene.
Results were inconclusive.
What, so, nothing to connect him
with the murder at all?!
Well, maybe we can charge him
with forged documents?
You know, bang him up in the cell
for the night?
If those women
were working under false ID,
it just feels like we're gonna be
back exactly where we started.
We'll find out who she really is.
- Thank you, Elliot.
- That was delicious., Thank you.
Hmm. That, er, background check
on Kit McKellen
He was sectioned when he was a teenager.
Mental health issues.
- He was diagnosed with severe OCD.
- Oh, right.
Well, that explains
why he's so obsessed with the case.
Well, it doesn't help
you've been indulging him, does it?
Yeah, well, I've told him to back off.
Hmm.
- How's the boat going?
- Oh, good, yeah.
Good, good.
Just looking for a new engine.
It's keeping you busy?
Apart from the splinters
and backache, it's great.
Hey, maybe I could get our Jack
to head over and give you a hand?
Might drag him away from that Xbox
that he's been chained to.
Wouldn't say no
to an extra pair of hands.
How's things going at home?
Fine. Why do you ask?
You don't seem to be
in much of a rush to get back there.
Hmm.
Geri and I had a bit of a bust-up.
Nothing too serious, I hope?
She wants to have another baby.
Don't get me wrong, it's something
we'd always talked about.
We planned on it. It just
It never really happened,
it never seemed like the right time.
I take it that you're not
too enamoured with the idea, or?
I know I'm too old for nappies
and sleepless nights.
And this job is taking up all my time,
and I don't need another child
to validate my existence.
Hmm. Have you said any of this to Geri?
No.
Maybe you should.
Hmm.
You're right.
- I should go.
- I'll get this.
- Cheers, boss.
- Yeah, see you later.
Yeah.
Geri?
Jack?
She went to Grandad's.
Said she'd be stopping
for a night or two.
Seriously?
She left us a casserole.
Hi, Wendy.
Gabriela's DNA genome.
- Has the test come back?
- Yes.
The genetic pattern
suggests her ancestry
is Southern Eastern European.
More specifically, the Balkan Peninsula.
Well, that would tie in
with the Jelica tattoo.
We can narrow down
a person's genetic community,
but it's just a small door.
An imperfect guide.
Gabriela's postmortem report's
been leaked.
Who did you send it to?
The usual suspects.
Police, CPS and the Coroner's Office.
The Coroner's Office.
Thank you. That's all I need.
Kit.
Can I have a word?
Yeah. Yeah, no worries.
Gabriela's postmortem report
made its way
onto that internet chatroom,
and we know
..that you have access to the file.
I need some trophy points.
- Trophy points?
- Yeah. 12,000 hits and counting.
I-I even got a slot
on this evening's podcast.
Kit. That's classified intelligence.
On another day,
I could arrest you for that.
No, but postmortems
are usually riddled with errors.
Pathologists make assumptions,
take shortcuts.
Dr Newstone does not take short cuts.
Well, maybe there's something
she missed?
Here, look.
I always start with a description
and location of the body
and then work my way outwards
in concentric circles.
An eight-digit algorithm based on
the location of each homicide,
the victim's gender, method of killing.
- It's-It's a proven way
- Stop. Stop.
Look, Kit
..I know that you've had
mental health issues. I know that.
Been checking up on me?
Yeah. It would've been remiss of me
if I didn't, wouldn't it?
Yeah.
Finding the pieces
and solving the puzzle.
I-I can get a bit fixated.
Yeah, well, you can see how that
might get you into trouble.
Can't you?
Yeah.
My mum died when I was eight.
Suicide.
She would've been around
the same age as Gabriela.
The lack of any motive,
flowers at the crime scene. I
..I guess I felt
some sort of connection.
Gabriela was working here illegally.
We think she's probably Albanian.
So that means my hunch
might be right, then?
I could run it past the group.
The Albanian connection.
See-See if there's any matches.
And where exactly
would these matches come from?
Our Missing Persons resource page.
Search and flyer distribution notices,
family appeals, social media
Yeah, thanks for the offer.
But if we're ever gonna solve
this crime,
it'll probably be down to
good old-fashioned detective work.
Now, off you go.
Yeah. I should get back.
- Hi.
- 'Yeah.'
We got hold of Gabriela's phone records.
Three calls to the same mobile
the day she was murdered.
Have you got a name?
Harry's out on a grouse shoot.
Should be due back any minute.
You didn't think of cancelling,
given the circumstances?
These are clients who've paid
for the privilege. It's business.
The weekend before last,
what was your husband up to?
We had house guests. Some friends.
They arrived late afternoon
on the Friday
and left after breakfast on the Monday.
What, you didn't leave the house at all?
I think we went for a walk.
To the pub in the village.
We're gonna need a list of those guests
and any relevant contact
information for them.
Whatever for?
Your husband has been implicated
in a murder enquiry.
Harry had nothing to do with it.
They'll be expecting lunch.
We identified the woman
we found on your wind farm.
She went by the name of
Gabriela Baldoni.
Name doesn't ring any bells.
Really? She made three calls to
your mobile phone the day she died.
Er, Gabriela and I
had been seeing each other.
- It was just a fling.
- How long had this been going on for?
A few months. I'd recently ended it.
Any particular reason?
It was getting too heavy.
I've a family to think about.
Of course, yeah.
Did you see her the day she died?
No, she called me,
that Friday afternoon.
She wanted to meet in the snooker club.
To talk, she said.
We had a house full of guests.
I couldn't get away.
What did she want to talk about?
She, er She couldn't accept
that I'd ended things.
She even threatened to tell Debs.
And the next day, she wound up dead
on your wind farm.
Look, if I'd known it was her
when I spoke to you, I
Her name was mentioned
in the public appeal.
What, you didn't fancy
coming forward then?
You can see
how I would've been compromised.
It would help our inquiry
if you came down to the station.
Voluntary interview,
just to rule yourself out.
I'll, er
I'll go get changed.
Debs cannot find out about this.
I think that's probably the least
of your worries, Mr Graylish.
Right, darling.
They've just got a few questions.
I won't be long.
No, there's nothing to worry about.
It's just about the girl, all right?
Nothing to worry about.
He's been caught
with his plus-fours down.
Hmm.
Carol.
Walk with me a sec.
We've taken statements
from Harry Graylish's house guests.
They all confirm
he was with them that weekend.
Well, he easily could have slipped out.
His wife can also vouch
for his whereabouts.
She's clearly covering for him.
Well, unless you can find me
some evidence,
we've got nothing to tie him
to Gabriela's murder.
Keep me updated, all right?
Yeah.
Ridley, what I found in my experience,
is it's the way
to keep a business going.
Middle-aged men
with time on their hands.
Pier diems covered
by company expenses
I'm assuming Gabriela
was on the payroll.
If I'm not mistaken,
this photograph was taken in this bar.
The bar that you said was out of bounds.
These girls come over here
on the promise of cleaning work.
They rarely pass up the chance
to earn some extra pin money.
Really?
And what exactly does that entail?
They talk, that's all.
Just a bit of easy company.
You're practically pimping them out.
As long as the guests keep paying
for drinks then everyone's happy.
And is Harry Graylish
one of these guests?
A man in my position
pays to be discreet.
Well, while you're covering for him
we bring
in the Immigration Enforcement Unit,
we'll close this hotel down,
there'll be a full audit,
they'll charge you 20 grand
for every illegal worker you have.
- What about that?
- And compromise an old friend?
An old friend?
You're breaking the law, Jimmy.
You're breaking the law.
I ran a background check
on Harry Graylish.
A bit of a misspent youth.
The drink-driving charges
that cost you your licence,
the fast cars, the parties,
the "unsuitable" women.
- I've put all that behind me.
- Yeah, the dedicated family man
who just so happens to be playing away.
Spare me the moral high ground.
It won't wash.
She was working here illegally.
She wasn't even Italian.
No, she grew up near Rome.
We made plans to visit.
She was telling you a pack of lies,
Mr Graylish,
but maybe you already knew that.
I should really get home to my wife.
Well, we know where you are.
If there's any pressing developments
Harry noticed Gabriela in the bar
one evening,
asked me if I'd make an introduction.
Right. And you felt obliged
to indulge him, did you?
He's not a man you say no to.
- How long was this going on?
- Well, a couple of months
It was clear he was smitten.
He set her up with a flat
where they could meet.
She even had her own key.
Did you warn Harry Graylish
that we were on to him?
I called him
to tell him that she was dead
shortly after you left the hotel.
I can practically see you
helping him clean up the mess.
Oh, come off it, Ridley.
You don't seriously believe that?
Have you no conscience?
She was working for you,
you should have been
looking out for her.
Gabriela knew the score.
She was a chambermaid
who'd bagged herself a bit of money.
Listen, she had her head bashed in,
her body was dumped up on the moor,
and instead of being straight with me,
you were looking after your own back!
Graylish didn't kill her.
He hasn't got it in him.
Well, I hope so, for your sake.
Because if not,
we're gonna be charging you
with obstructing a murder enquiry.
'You're watching The Kill List,
'and another update on
the Gabriela Baldoni murder case.'
'In recent developments
gleaned from DI Ridley, '
police have now confirmed
that the dead woman
was, in fact, an Albanian national,
working here illegally.
So what are we thinking here, Doom Dog?
Drugs? Sex trafficking?
Organised crime?
Well, Night Jar,
we're not ruling anything out.
Though the case has took an
unexpected twist tonight
with police questioning
a Person of Interest
Harry Graylish,
CEO of Graylish Enterprises.
Looks like he could be in the frame
for her murder.
So, Mallors introduced Gabriela
to Graylish,
in the bar at The Palace Hotel,
and, according to him,
it developed into something more
than just a fling.
And when did he tell you all this?
Last night, when I went to see him.
He was introducing his girls
to the guests.
He was probably fleecing them
for drinks as well, knowing him.
Another one of his scams.
He also told me Graylish
had a flat in Sebdon Village,
a proper little love nest
for the both of them.
Maybe if you'd told me this,
I would have had something
to push back on with Graylish.
I just think we should get a warrant
and search the place.
On what grounds? He came in
for a voluntary interview.
Well, maybe we'll find something
that we can pin on him.
Hmm. He won't like that.
He gets a bit antsy.
Sounds like somebody
with something to hide.
Here, DCI's on t'war path.
Make yourself scarce
Ridley! Carol! Get in here.
Harry Graylish is all over the internet,
name was posted on a true crime forum.
That's the first I've heard of it.
Doom Dog cites his source
as a retired
ex-Detective Inspector Ridley.
- Even gets a name check.
- Ah, is this, er Kit McKellen?
Nice lad, thinks he's a bit of a sleuth.
What, and you've been indulging him?
I might have tipped him the wink
about a couple of developments,
but I didn't give him Harry Graylish.
Wouldn't surprise me if he sues.
You can do worse than listen
to what he has to say
These web sleuths
are time-sucking nuisances.
May I respectfully remind you
we've got an unsolved murder,
we've got a victim with no name,
and a sociopathic killer
running rings around us.
OK. Maybe if we all just calmed down?
Warned you, didn't I?
Said he couldn't be trusted.
Yeah, well, it's nice to know
you both got so much faith in me.
I'm gonna have to smooth things over
with Graylish,
- not to mention the Super.
- Don't do it on my account.
As far as I'm concerned,
he's up to his eyes in it.
Get out of my office, Ridley.
A refit is the best way
to get to know a boat.
Something that's been neglected,
written off
restored to its former glory.
Step back at the end of the day,
the sun behind you,
a contented look on your face.
A job well done.
I'm not sure how this'll hold up.
Look, I've told you, Jack.
Those bits are temporary.
Wouldn't it be easier
to just buy a new one?
Yes, it would.
But this boat is beyond
sentimental value to me.
It was my wife's idea.
Mum says you never talk about 'em.
My mum's had a bust up.
Yeah, she told me
she had words with Geri.
- Sure she'll be home soon.
- Why, where's she gone?
Mum takes her for granted sometimes.
Hiya!
Don't worry. These things happen,
it'll be all right.
Thought you might want a lift.
I'm on my bike.
That's all right, we'll stick it
in the back of the car.
Yeah, you go ahead, I'll tidy up.
No worries.
I hope he hasn't outstayed his welcome.
No, not at all. He's a great lad.
Yeah.
I've managed to calm things down
with Goodwin.
I'm sure if you offered an apology
Ha! You know that is not gonna happen.
And you're entirely blameless as usual!
I would never compromise a case,
you know that.
We've recovered files
off Stewart Daley's laptop.
Foreign nationals
with suspected fake IDs.
It's gonna take us a while
to get through them.
Yeah, well, you know, Gabriela,
maybe she's just one of those people
who didn't wanna be found?
Changes her name,
finds herself in a foreign country,
just slips between the cracks.
Mispers didn't give us any matches.
You know, you could do worse
than bring in Kit McKellen.
That website he's got has got loads
of Missing Persons posts.
Goodwin would never go for it.
An informal briefing, you know.
He's smart, he comes up with stuff.
It's worth a go.
I'll get Darren to set up a meeting.
Let's regroup tomorrow morning.
Clean slate.
That is if you can tear yourself
away from this.
Not bad, is it?
See you.
Oh, Jack. Come here, I'll do it.
Doo-doo-dootle-doo-doo ♪
Oh ♪
Pick it up tomorrow.
- Sounded good.
- Yeah, yeah.
The guys are brilliant,
but for God's sake, don't tell them.
Good musicians cost money, you know?
Shouldn't you be down
at the station this morning?
Yeah
I think they can get along without me.
You walked.
Not exactly, no.
Well, are you gonna tell me
what happened or shouldn't I ask?
Oh, I don't know.
I just think things have moved on
since my day, Annie.
Oh, you mean Carol, calling the shots.
Yeah
..that as well. Yeah.
Gonna take some getting used to.
Well, you did the right thing,
going back there.
Yeah, well, you know,
the boat keeps me busy,
but I did need something else.
- I'll head off, yeah.
- Yeah.
See you, guys.
- See you!
- See you!
Don't you dare pull a stunt
like that on me again,
you understand?
The only reason you're not handed
over to the authorities
is because I still think you've got
something to offer. Right?
- Yeah.
- OK, let's go and do this briefing.
OK.
Morning.
So, we've
narrowed down the list
of potential matches.
Could be worth looking
through the list of names.
Women of Albanian extraction
who've been reported missing
on the website in the past three years.
Gabriela's profile
was posted on Interpol.
We didn't get any matches.
Those profiles
are notoriously inaccurate.
Often they bear very little resemblance
- to the face of the actual victim.
- Gabriela's hair was bleached.
That fact alone
could have skewed any searches.
That's true, and if we have
to make our enquiries
to the Albanian police,
that could take weeks.
I like to pick a random UID, though.
A UID?
It's an Unidentified Decedent.
It-It don't matter. It's, er
just a crime-solving acronym.
What's important is if you
look at her face,
you experience
an emotional response. Yeah?
But when you turn it upside down,
the response becomes more objective
I'm sorry, I don't see how this
is moving things forward.
Er
I make a note of any vital statistics.
Height, hair colour, weight,
and then I make a note
of any unique features.
Veneers, broken bones, tattoos.
The space between the chin
and the nose is vital.
And then I just compare it
with any Missing Person reports.
Like a dating website for dead people.
Right! Well, we will work our way
through those names,
and, er see if it matches
any of the photos
that we found on Stewart Daley's laptop.
Wait, I haven't showed you
the algorithms.
Some other time, eh? Cheers, Ridley.
Cops are sceptical at the best of time,
I'd take what they say
with a pinch of salt.
- Come on., Web sleuths are worse.
- Yeah.
These true crime communities
are awash with competitive drama.
It was worth a try.
Thanks for coming in.
Oh, I'm happy to help. As long as
it gives us some new leads.
- Yeah., Is, er
- that where it all happens, then?
- The incident room?
- Yeah.
- PC Glover here will see you out.
- Oh, yeah.
- Who called it in?
- One of the cab firms
We've had a breakthrough
with the taxi firms.
Look, a cab driver picked up a fare
that matched Gabriela's description.
The rank outside the hotel
the night she disappeared.
Why haven't we brought him in?
Dispatch are still tracking his address.
- Do we know where he took her?
- Yeah. Up out to Sebdon Village.
Thanks, Darren.
Ridley?
Looks like blood.
We have a statement from a taxi driver
saying that he dropped Gabriela off
in Sebdon Village at 9pm
on the last night
that she was seen alive.
I've no idea what she was doing there.
I think she was meeting you.
I've already told you,
I didn't see Gabriela that weekend.
This is Gabriela's mobile phone.
It was found in the bedroom of
a flat that you own on Saxon Road.
- She might have left it there.
- On the night she was murdered?
She could have let herself in any time.
The same mobile was used
to text Elena Mondelo
to reassure her
that Gabriela was safe and well,
but we know that she was
already dead by then.
Well, I didn't send it.
Also in the drawer,
we found a hoodie, navy blue,
which matches the fibres
that were found on Gabriela's body.
I opened those drawers in the bedroom.
I would have seen them.
Oh. So you WERE in the flat
recently, then?
Hmm?
Look, I-I
- I might have gone there yesterday
- Er
I-I-I needed some space,
you know, somewhere to think.
Look Harry
we also found blood on the premises,
which Forensics confirm as Gabriela's.
- What?
- So you can see how I am assuming
that you went back to that flat
to clean up some incriminating evidence,
that connected you to the murder.
I didn't clean up anything!
Someone is setting me up!
Look, I think that you
eventually found out
what she was like, she was demanding,
she may have been sleeping
with someone else,
but she was definitely playing
Harry Graylish.
You went back to break it up,
but she wasn't having any of it,
am I right?
I could never have hurt Gabriela.
I loved her.
Pretty convenient, don't you think?
First, she was a fling,
and now she's the love of his life.
Yeah. Sounded pretty genuine, though.
He's got form as a serial philanderer.
Yes, he's also got an alibi
for the window of the murder.
His wife. Do we believe her?
Do we believe him?
Take a seat.
So, did your husband tell you
that he was having an affair?
Didn't need to.
The signs were all there.
Discretion is hardly Harry's forte.
He was never gonna leave me.
All this.
The one certainty I always held on to.
'I caught sight of the headlights
from the kitchen window.
'She was younger than I expected.'
I want to see Harry.
You won't be seeing my husband again.
You think he can just throw me aside
when it suits him?
He promised he would look after me.
Well, Harry's promises
have never accounted for much.
You will never make him happy!
Not the way I can!
Part of me wanted to take her inside,
and show him up
for the man he really was.
Instead, I sent her packing.
I did everything I could to save face.
And did you tell your husband
about this encounter?
The situation had been dealt with.
We've recovered some forensic evidence
that links him to Gabriela's murder.
If you're covering for him,
that's a serious crime.
He went out early, on the Sunday.
Before the house had even woken up.
- Said he needed to go to the office.
- The office in Sowerton?
He was gone an hour at the most.
Back before breakfast.
We've got enough on Graylish
to take this to the CPS.
The alibi's shot to pieces.
He doesn't fit the profile
of a sociopath.
To hell with his profile.
Her blood was in his flat.
Negligible traces of blood,
inconsistent with a blunt trauma injury.
You really think someone
planted it there?
All feels a bit tidy to me.
He's an arrogant, puffed-up misogynist.
And my gut tells me that he did it.
Even his wife has her doubts.
Jack tells me that Geri's
left the house, is that right?
She'll be home soon enough.
She's just so good at the mum thing,
you know?
Like she's
she's got this special connection
with Jack.
And sometimes I I just feel
like I'm surplus to requirements.
Yeah, you know, sometimes in this job
you just forget the things that matter.
It's Goodwin.
Yeah. Got to be off.
Hold on. You gonna tell me
where you're going?
No.
Beginning to think you weren't coming.
- You've lost weight.
- Huh.
Stomach hasn't been right.
Food in here is inedible.
Nurse gave me some aspirin.
Gotta look after yourself.
Well, I don't know what they expect,
locked up in this place.
Bright lights and stinking latrines,
I shouldn't even be in here.
They've asked me to go on a course
..to hold me to account.
Recognise the damage
I've done to myself and others.
Restorative justice.
It's all the rage these days.
I told them about your visits.
Been talking things through
for months now.
Unfortunate events of that night.
That murder up on Brackenbed Moor
was a nasty business.
No arrests, then?
Still building a profile, you know.
So you thought you'd come to me
for pointers?
Hard to second guess a sociopath.
Sociopaths are fantasists.
They like to play games.
Lives tend to be pretty mundane.
Dead-end jobs.
Deprived of any meaningful stimulation.
Often damaged
by a previous traumatic event.
Slighted at some stage in their life.
Driven by a cloying need for approval.
We think this man knew the woman.
He'll be watching the case with
a zealous fanaticism.
Returning to the scene of the crime.
But his ego will get the better of him.
Sooner or later,
he's going to make a mistake.
The flowers.
The lack of motive,
the flowers at the crime scene.
He knew about the flowers.
Hi. Er
I'm looking for Kit McKellen,
Senior Data Analyst.
He's never a data analyst.
He's a filing clerk.
Is he still in the building?
He finished his shift 20 minutes ago.
Any chance of getting his home address?
- Hiya.
- You're home early.
Couldn't leave you to fend
for yourself, could I?
I'm 14.
Have you heard from your mum?
She called this morning,
just to check in.
Oh, right.
Look, erm I know you spoke
to Ridley about the baby thing.
I didn't mean to tell him,
just kind of slipped out.
No. You're not in any trouble.
I just realised
that we've been shutting you out.
So I've decided
that I'm gonna cook us dinner.
And we are gonna sit down
and we are gonna talk,
just the two of us.
- Why are you laughing?
- Nothing.
Fine, let's do it.
'Sociopaths are fantasists.
'They like to play games.'
Finding the pieces
and then solving a puzzle,
I can get a bit fixated.
'Lives tend to be pretty mundane.
'Dead-end jobs.
'Deprived of meaningful stimulation.
'Often damaged
by a previous traumatic event.
'Slighted at some stage in their life.'
Purple Columbine.
The emblem of deceived lovers.
'Oh, he'll be following this case
with a zealous fanaticism.
'Returning to the scene of the crime.'
There been a murder, then?
'Even fleeting attachments
'become hugely significant.'
'We should pool our resources.
'We'd make a good team.'
'This is DI Farman.
Please leave a message.'
Listen, I know who killed Gabriela.
It was Kit McKellen.
I'm on my way to his place now.
It's a cottage up in Erlingside Woods.
Probably gonna need back-up.
- I'll do those.
- I'm OK.
I should cook more often.
Once in a blue moon is more than enough.
So, how would you feel
if we did decide to have another baby?
Do we really need to talk
about this now?
Well, it's just
it's a big change, that's all.
You mean a big change for you?
That's not fair.
I guess I could babysit sometimes.
Take it for walks and stuff.
OK, that's good to know.
Because, you know, babies,
they can be pretty full on.
I think I'd be cool with it,
if it meant you were home more.
I'll dry.
- Hello.
- 'Stewart? Stewart?'
Oh, Stewart's not here. It's Kit.
I need him to pick me up.
W-W-Wait. Tell me where you are.
I'll come and get you.
Must have been a real bind.
To lose them both like that.
I don't get it.
I think it's supposed to be artistic.
Why don't you try Mum again?
OK.
I'll give her a call.
Be back in a minute.
I followed your case with some interest.
Almost felt as if I knew you.
No.
You don't know me, Kit.
I knew you'd get there
in the end, though.
When did you realise that I'd
I remembered that you mentioned
the flowers, at the crime scene.
We didn't tell the public that.
Stupid.
Yeah. Careless.
Those passport forgeries, they're, er
they're really good.
I taught myself to work
with intaglio ink.
Watermarks, random fibres.
Works of art.
Stewart dismissed me
as some sort of joke.
'I'm not.
'This con would have been nothing
without me.'
Another job for you.
You might wanna knock
a couple of years off her age.
Yeah, it'll take me a few days.
End of tomorrow.
'I created Gabriela.
'You know, gave her a name,
'a history.'
She already had a name, Kit.
You don't get it.
'I made her something special.
'We were meant to be together.
'I I wanted to tell her
from the moment I set eyes on her.'
Er I'd better put the case
in the back for you.
I can manage.
Yeah. You all right?
Everyone else abandoned her,
I picked her up, brought her here.
'Somewhere warm, somewhere safe.'
Something to drink?
- A beer.
- Yeah.
I'm gonna try and ring Stewart again,
I'm-I'm gonna have to stay
somewhere tonight.
N-No need.
Have you seen my phone?
Er no. No.
Zoti im!
- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa. Whoa!
- Ah!
Stop. Stop.
If she hadn't have seen the photos,
started screaming
Please.
She said I was crazy.
But I'm I'm not.
'But I couldn't let her go.'
I was only trying to calm her down.
Her skull was smashed in, Kit.
And everything you've done since
has been to cover your tracks.
That ID you planted on the moor,
the text you sent to Elena.
Pinning it all on Harry Graylish,
no sign of remorse.
No, Graylish didn't deserve her!
He didn't deserve her!
'She was too good for Graylish.'
I set everything up.
'He ruined it.'
He He ruined it.
Must have been awful for you, that time.
When your mum died.
I just wanted her to love me.
That's all I wanted.
That's all we all want, Kit.
That's all we all want.
I can help you, Kit.
Get somebody to talk to, you know.
But you're gonna have to come down
to the station.
Will you do that?
- Yeah.
- Good lad.
Mind your head.
Those profiles you shared with us
in the briefing,
were any of them Gabriela's?
I thought if I gave you
those other names,
- some missing faces
- It would buy you some time?
You knew who Gabriela was.
You knew where she came from.
And yet you sat there
and you lied to us.
I didn't wanna share her with anyone.
She was already dead, Kit.
We talked.
On the way back from Sebdon.
She told me things
she ain't never told anyone.
What places she'd seen,
where she came from.
We know she was born in Berat, Albania.
She said it was beautiful.
Just hidden away in the mountains.
Did she say why she left?
For a better life.
She was sick of cleaning rooms.
Her feet were swollen,
her shoes were too tight.
She said no-one in England
ever listened to her.
I did.
Listen, she said she loved the sunshine.
You misread the signals, Kit.
Thought if I told her who I was,
what what I did for her,
she she would see I was different.
She would feel the same way I felt.
Gabriela had a family, Kit.
People who are missing her.
People who need to be told.
What's her name, Kit?
The name her mother gave her?
Mina.
Her name's Mina Albescu.
We've got a result from Misper.
She left her home town of Berat
15 years ago.
Didn't get on with her dad.
She's been missing for 15 years?
Yeah. Her family always assumed
that she was safe somewhere.
Yeah. She was
until she ran into Kit McKellen.
I'll get someone from the murder
team to contact Albanian police.
They can make arrangements
for a formal identification.
He was hiding in plain sight.
I will never know
how I didn't see that one coming.
The most important thing
is you put him away.
That's what matters.
You going somewhere, Ridley?
Yeah. My desk's been requisitioned.
Maybe we could find you
a cupboard somewhere?
For the box?
Thank you, Sir.
Been thinking about
how we should play this.
Press briefing first thing tomorrow.
Five minute precis, my office?
Yeah, actually
That's gonna have to wait.
I've got to get home.
Right.
As the dawn breaks ♪
Over roof slates ♪
Hope hung on every washing line ♪
As your heart aches ♪
Over life's fate ♪
I know we never had much time ♪
For us to give ♪
But we did ♪
There's something
In those deep blue eyes
As the light creeps over ♪
The houses ♪
And the slates are darked by rain ♪
In this morning search for meaning ♪
I hear a songbird's melody ♪
And she's singing just for me ♪
I hear a songbird's melody ♪
And she's singing just for me ♪
Oh, she's singing just for me ♪
A simple songbird's melody. ♪