Part 1 Silent Witness

This programme contains scenes of sexual violence and some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting.

DRILLING HE GROANS

'Hi, it's Shannon. Leave me a message.'

-Shannon, it's Amy.

-CAR HORN PEEPS

TALKING AND HEAVY BASS

SPEECH INDISTINCT

MAN: Best paid taxi drivers in London.

'Where are you? Where did you go last night?

'Can you tell me what happened? Call me back, yeah?'

CAR HORNS PEEP

DRILLING

DRILLING

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

NIKKI: Hello?

-DRILLING

-I can't sleep.

-Poor baby.

-Not funny. I was at a scene until five.

I cannot switch off, beginning to panic. The builders next door are killing me.

What's that noise in the background?

I'm running a bath. Trying to block out the noise and calm me down a bit.

-Is it working?

-Not so far.

I need some peace.

-So you called me because you couldn't get hold of your therapist?

-Please stop(!)

My sides are sore from laughing. Who else would I call?

CAR HORN BLARES

I've got to go. I think I've got to save someone's life.

She's not breathing.

I'm a doctor. Call 999.

DRILLING

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,

eleven, twelve, thirteen...

SIRENS WAIL

My day gets better and better.

COUGHS

-Oh, she's alive. Oh!

-Well done.

BEEPING

# Testator silens

# Costestes e spiritu

# Silentium... #

SIRENS WAIL

You're OK. You've been hit by a car But you're all right.

-Who are you?

-I'm Dr Alexander.

-Am I in hospital?

-Not yet.

Please make sure he doesn't hurt me.

-Who?

-SHE SCREAMS

You're OK. No-one's going to harm you.

I'm Rash, Ambulance Service. She'll be fine. We'll take care of her.

-You're OK.

-You'll be all right.

Any neck pains? Back pains?

She's been hit by a car and been down approximately 15 minutes.

What's your name, love?

My name's Timothy, Ambulance Service.

Just gonna put some oxygen on you, OK? Just stay nice and still for me.

Take a picture.

Go on!

Give it me.

I think it needs a flash.

I thought the door was locked, but she ran.

I thought she was asleep.

I cleaned up the sick, yeah.

I had her shoes an' all. But she just ran.

You weren't paying attention, Younis. That's your problem.

I thought she...

What happened to that freaky guy?

Who's that?

Who's that? You know, that guy with all the ink on his body.

Oh, the man with the tattoos. We took him to the chippy.

Oh, the one on the bridge?

Yo, listen, Umar. The dude was off his head, fam. You get me?

We should find her, make sure she's OK.

-Who's that?

-That's you, fam. You know who.

I'm sure she knows I'm worried about her.

Get her something nice, something pretty. You know what I'm saying.

Yeah, safe, fam. Yeah.

-Tomorrow.

-Cool.

-They put her in an ambulance?

-Yeah.

-A&E?

-TEXT ALERT

Yeah, think.

-You think? What?

-Yeah.

Oh-ohh!

What? What you saying?

-Check that out, yeah?

-Oh, man! My man's on the next table.

Check this out, yeah?

Oh, my belonging!

-Like it, yeah?

-Oh, my! Look at those.

Next. Next.

- Let's have a look. - Pass it me, man.

Man, I've got girls. I got girls in every area code, you get me?

I'm not even bothered if you show me. - Why not, fam?

Mine's getting it in real life. You can keep it.

-When I get to meet her?

-Soon, man. She not ready yet.

-She got a girlfriend?

-Yeah, course.

Check this out, man.

You bastard! You said you loved me. What is wrong with you? You like lying?

-You just wanna get at me.

-Calm down.

What do you mean, calm down?

-You know I love you.

-No, you don't. I hate you.

-Why are you laughing? What are you laughing at?

-You?

Hey, baby. Look at me. Come on.

No, you lie.

I know you're upset, but you know I love you.

Come on. You're my little princess. Look at me.

Come on, princess. Put your arms around me.

That's it, that's it.

I want to collect the personal effects found on or with the body.

This is for...?

A death last night. The body was found collapsed in the street in Hounslow.

There was no identification on the body.

As a consequence, the victim remains unidentified.

Ah! That wasn't my case.

Probably best if you speak to the pathologist in attendance.

If he's retained any items,

he'll make sure they're ready for collection by the time of the PM.

-When can I expect the postmortem?

-Ah...

Yes, here we are. Dr Cunningham was at the scene.

I'll speak with him when he comes in and make sure that he liaises with you.

Thank you, Professor.

He's not in now?

We stagger shifts.

Oh! Do you?

Yes, we do.

That's good to know.

Was there something unusual about the scene?

No.

Body was covered in tattoos.

MAN: Lot 91. Five pieces of unclaimed luggage from Stansted Airport.

Do I hear 25? 25. Looking for 30. 30.

I have 30. 35. Do I have 35? 35.

Do I have 40? 40? Any advance on 35?

Going once, twice... Sold.

DIY?

Don't ask.

When are you going to do the postmortem on last night's arrival?

Why? Has he got somewhere to go?

I had a detective inspector asking me about it.

The one with no obvious social skills or discernible sense of humour?

That's the one.

I was hoping to do it tonight but I'm not sure I'm up to it.

Hiya. Sorry I'm so late. I got caught up in an RTC.

Hope you weren't the one involved.

No. Someone got knocked down.

-H&R?

-No.

-DOS?

-No. TTH.

-Mm. RLS?

-What?

Hit and run, dead on the scene. TTH - taken to hospital?

RLS - red lights and sirens.

Good.

What happened to you?

MFBU.

What?

My flat blew up.

GREEK MUSIC

LAUGHS

DOOR OPENS

Custom and Excise, stay where you are!

Firemen thought the builders must have dinged my neighbour's gas pipe.

I ran my bath, fumes reached my boiler.

What? The builders who were killing you?

Almost literally killed me, yes.

You could do with a rest.

I'll do your postmortem for you.

Always admired you, Leo.

-I can help, if you want.

-Great.

Thanks. Do you remember the name of the DI?

Vickers.

Only I'd better give him a call.

Here's his card.

Thanks.

Go home. Have a rest. HARRY LAUGHS

Well, go...somewhere and have a rest.

Where are you going to stay?

A hotel until I can find a flat to rent.

You can stay at mine, if you want. I've got a spare bedroom.

No. Couldn't do that.

-Of course you can.

-No.

-Wouldn't be right.

-Why not?

Will you be late? Please don't...

You sure?

The Illustrated Man.

Ray Bradbury?

Yeah.

That is extraordinary.

A work of art.

I'm not sure I'd go that far.

Look, he's writing already. We haven't even started yet.

WHISPERS: He likes to take notes.

Could you take some photos of the tattoos?

Mm-hm.

Help the police with their identification.

There can't be many missing persons who are human canvasses.

Look at this.

There's evidence of infection around what looks like the most recent tattoo.

It's started to look impetiginised.

There are crusty looking lesions on the skin.

There is desquamation on the soles of the feet

and on the palms.

What are you looking for?

Staph or strep.

Where was he found?

He was collapsed on the street in the early hours.

People avoided him cos they thought he was drunk.

-Blood?

-Please.

-Thanks for doing this.

-No worries. You were nice to help him.

Well, um...

..I FBFH, PB.

Hm?

I felt bad for him, poor bastard. LAUGHS

SITAR MUSIC

-AMY: They said they saw you in a club getting with Shannon.

-That's not true.

Why would they say it, then?

It's a mistake.

No.

I looked at her profile. She had your photo on her wall.

All right. Log in and show me, then.

Go on. Log in.

Go on.

What's she playing at? She was meant to be my best mate.

You're chuffed. You bastard!

What is wrong with you? You lie to me all the time.

Why can't you just be truthful with me for more than five seconds?

-Look at me.

-Tell me the truth, then.

Look at me.

You're the one that I wanna be with, you know.

You're special.

I picked you.

I love you.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here! Come here! SHE LAUGHS

-I got you something.

-Really?

HUMS FANFARE

It's...it's really nice.

You like it?

I love it.

Thank you.

Thanks.

D'you want one?

What are they?

Pills to make life easy.

Go on, then.

Wash that down.

More! More! More, he says. More!

She shouted you, yeah?

Yeah, man. Here we go.

Here we go, man.

Hello, hello, hello! Check you out, all flossed up, yeah.

Who's your friend?

This is Hannah. She's my mate at school.

Yeah? Nice to meet you. You look lovely. This is my mate, Kamran.

You all right?

That's for you.

-You like that, yeah?

-Yeah.

I've got some ciggies to go with it.

Smoke, yeah?

I seen a photo of you.

You're not supposed to show anyone.

Hey! Sorry. Didn't mean for him to see.

He glanced over my shoulder. Don't want him looking at my girl, yeah?

So what are we gonna do, then?

- So what's your name? - Don't know. What do you wanna do?

There's a small amount of undigested food in the stomach.

Potato - possibly...chips.

And...

..that.

Anybody's guess.

Agh! Gaffer!

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

I need to speak to Professor Dalton.

Sorry, we're doing a postmortem at the moment.

Could I get him to call you back?

Yeah, I know. It's DI Vickers.

I need him to attend a crime scene immediately.

OK, I'll... I'll let him know.

Thank you.

He just got a call and he's calling you

because he needs you to attend with him.

I don't know anything about it.

Why won't anyone listen to what I have to say?

I bought it today at the auction.

Unclaimed luggage from the airport.

I admit about the cigarettes. I put my hands up to that. I told the man.

I put my hands up to that. I am guilty of smuggling.

I told the other man. I am guilty of that, but this...

This has nothing to do with me.

I never, never would do anything like this.

You have to believe me! Never!

Can you tell me anything?

A young woman. Looks like she's been dead at least two months.

Possibly as long as six, depending on where the suitcase was kept.

Temperature, humidity.

I'll know more when I get her back to the Lyell Centre.

LAUGHING

MUSIC PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES

You look at them, you know,

and you wonder

why they are like this.

Why?

They've got nothing to show them the way.

To make them whole.

They think they're worth summat but they're not, you know.

They just wanna get drunk, show off, get wasted.

Worth nothing to nobody, don't even know what their culture is.

Empty, that's what it is, you know.

FAWAD: She's a sket, fam.

Get shit-faced, fall down, laugh, open their legs. Aagh!

I'm horny now, fam. Straight up, man. Horny.

They don't know from this.

-Younis, what you sayin', blud?

-No.

White pussy, blud.

I'm good.

No, I'm good.

I'm on it right now.

She's a sket, fam, so it's all good, innit?

Oh! SHE LAUGHS

Hello!

Oh!

My little princess.

OK, OK.

OK.

Ssh!

Ssh!

SHE WHIMPERS

See if Fawad wants some of this, then, yeah?

- Look at me. - No, please.

- No. - No, no, no.

-It's good. It's gonna be OK.

-Fam's on it.

OK, OK.

- OK. - I don't like it.

Higher, higher, higher, higher!

LAUGHING

Go on, go on, please.

It's been in my phone.

Go on. Give us a little treat. Give us a little treat. Yay!

She was a young girl. Judging by the state of her teeth, post pubescent.

15 to 18, possibly older.

Try and narrow the window as much as possible.

Makes it easier to crosscheck the missing person reports.

She's in a suitcase. She could be from anywhere.

Anywhere in the world.

Vickers is trying to trace the movements of the suitcase.

See if he can find the place of origin.

Hi. Do you remember me?

-You were there. The accident.

-Yeah.

How are you feeling?

Sore.

But all right, yeah.

D'you want to see my bruise?

Sure.

Wow!

That's a pretty spectacular haematoma.

-You've got to help me, please.

-NURSE: Five minutes, Mrs Hamilton.

Excuse me?

Excuse me!

I'll be right back.

Excuse me, what kind of medication is she on?

-I really can't...

-She seems very anxious.

-We are keeping an eye.

-Is she in withdrawal?

-Doctor's aware. So are the police.

-Could I have the doctor's name?

Who are you?

-What's your interest?

-Dr Nikki Alexander.

I tended to her at the scene just before the paramedics arrived.

I just wanted to check she was OK.

She's on the mend. I'll get you the name of the doctor who's been treating her.

Apparently you're on the mend.

-I need to get out of here.

-I don't understand.

He's going to find me.

Who?

You don't have to tell me, but can you tell your parents?

They'd look after you.

Or the police? They'd protect you.

-If I tell the police, he's gonna...

-Tell the police, Shannon.

Tell someone.

This has got my mobile number on.

If you need someone to talk to.

You have a present.

SOBS

-It's all right, I'm awake.

-Are we?

-Long night?

-Yeah.

I slept absolutely brilliantly. Very, very long, no interruptions.

I'm delighted.

It's amazing the way it just changes your whole view of the world.

-I'm sure. Your illustrated man...

-Our illustrated man, Leo.

What's mine is yours, you know that.

Yeah, except sleep.

He presents with severe desquamation of the feet

and palms of his hand.

Does he?

This is not a hypothetical.

Have you ruled out Stevens-Johnson syndrome?

Scarlet fever? Necrotising fasciitis?

Not particularly, no.

He has an infection of the skin

with crusty lesions around a recently applied tattoo.

-And he's got exudates on his tonsils.

-Probably a strep infection.

That coupled with the desquamation, I would say TLSS or SDSS.

I haven't seen toxic shock for a long time.

No, nor me. Let's see what microbiology throws up.

Anyway, now that you are up to speed,

I'm handing our illustrated man over to you.

What are you looking for?

My wallet and my spare keys. You've still got the main set, haven't you?

Yeah.

What did I do with my wallet?

When did you last see it?

I don't know.

What's this? You trying to matchmake me again?

I don't know who she is. She came in a suitcase.

Have you got the lab results for Illustrated Man, by the way?

Should be back any time.

I'll have a look at them. Thanks for letting me stay. I slept beautifully.

You looked peaceful.

Do you think I could have left it in the kitchen?

Don't know. Possibility. I don't remember seeing them, to be honest.

-Did you make your bed and do your dishes before you left?

-Yeah, I did that.

AEROPLANE OVERHEAD

SOBS

Umar!

Umar, can you open the door?

Open the door! Please open the door!

CONTINUES CRYING

AEROPLANE OVERHEAD

Right, well, he did test positive for both Staphylococcus aureus

and Streptococcus pyogenes.

He was also suffering from multiple infections,

including pharyngitis, impetigo.

As you saw, very heavy smoker -

cilia had gone, lungs full of tar and mucus, arteries congested.

Very little right with him at the best of times.

Immuno-suppressed, the strep had penetrated in deep layers of the skin

and here we can see the presence of necrotising fasciitis.

Was it the tattoo needle that introduced the bacterium?

I think it, I'm almost certain of it, but I can't prove it.

All you can say is he was riddled with strep

and presenting with all the visible consequences,

but the invisible consequence killed him.

Toxic shock syndrome, renal collapse, pulmonary collapse.

One tattoo too many.

-A dirty needle, huh?

-All of the above.

To top it all, look at these bloods.

A sort of walking large pharmaceutical cocktail.

Cocaine, oxycodone.

Wouldn't even have felt ill until he died where he dropped.

Toxic shock strikes fast, matter of hours.

Do we know if police have traced next of kin?

Vickers posted the photographs on a tattooists' social networking site.

And a woman is on her way down from Burnley.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hello. Sorry to disturb you. I'm looking for...

Dr Nick Alexander.

Nikki Alexander.

Oh, I'm so sorry. That is totally inexcusable.

I'll get over it.

I'm DS Masood. Can we speak privately, please?

-The office?

-Thank you.

-Follow me.

She walked out of the hospital just after lunch

and the nurse said that you had come to see her.

She walked out of her own free will?

Yes. That's the operating assumption. Why?

-Thank you.

-It's just...

she told me she needed help.

She needed to get out of the hospital because he'd find her.

Who's he?

I don't know. I'm just hoping he didn't.

Did she say anything else?

Um... No...

CAR HORN BLARES

She was incredibly anxious when I tried to help her

after she'd been hit by the car.

It was like she was running away from something

or someone down the street.

She became hysterical when she saw the paramedic.

-The paramedic?

-Yes.

Why? What did they look like?

Male, 30s, Asian.

-Asian?

-Yes.

Well, subcontinent - Indian, Bangladeshi, Pakistani.

-I didn't ask where he was from.

-And you couldn't tell?

No. His country of origin wasn't my priority at that moment.

I see.

And you say she became hysterical?

When she saw him.

Well, she was coming off oxycodone. It was still in her blood.

And apparently that can make you generally very anxious.

Withdrawal from oxycodone would account for anxiety,

but then so would running away from someone you are scared of, so...

-She reached out to me.

-I feel bad...

Dr Alexander.

Shannon Kelly is 15 years old

and the doctors at the hospital discovered that...

no, they suspect that she was sexually abused.

They got a counselllor in to try and speak to her and they called us,

but before I could get there, she walked out of the hospital.

I just need to make a list of possible abusers and try and identify them

so she feels safe talking to us.

You've been extremely helpful.

AEROPLANE OVERHEAD

CRIES

-Mrs Dear.

-Hello.

-Cheryl.

-Hello. Harry Cunningham.

I was told you've got my husband here.

I'm afraid we might do, yes. It would be good if you could identify him.

The police are on their way.

Can I just see him? I've come a long way. I just want to see him.

Er... OK.

Of course. Why not? Follow me.

They didn't tell me how he died.

He didn't fall off a motorcycle or anything gruesome?

No, no.

So how did he die?

It might be best if we just get the identification done...

-Drug overdose?

-No.

-..make sure it is your husband.

-Better be. I've told everyone it is.

Did he have a tattoo of three wizards?

And the middle one's holding a golden orb?

-Oh, it was an orb?

-Yeah, it were definitely an orb.

-Right.

-I should know. I did it.

-Right.

-Yeah.

You did...you did all his tattoos?

Yeah. That's how we met. I'm an artist.

You certainly are.

I think I'm proudest of the one of the devil coming out of hell on his belly.

-You seen that one?

-Yes, I did. It was, um...

lovely. So you did all his tattoos? Even the most recent one?

The one that said "Cheryl", heart and then the word "eternity"?

-Right.

-Yeah, Cheryl.

-That's me, of course.

-Of course.

No-one else was going to touch his body.

Quite.

So, three or four days ago, would that have been? The most recent one?

Yeah.

I won an award for the tattoo of the devil bursting out of hell on his belly.

Congratulations.

OK.

Yeah, that's my Johnny.

What a lovely man he was.

What a faithful, lovely man.

Heart attack?

-Not exactly.

-Erm...

I told him to lay off the salt.

It was a system failure due to a bacterial infection.

Right. That doesn't sound good, does it?

Guess it don't matter how you go. It's all the same destination.

I'm going to miss him.

We're going to have a big do for him in Burnley.

Be a good night.

-Claire Kelly?

-Yes.

-Mother of Shannon Kelly?

-Yes?

Has she been arrested?

Your daughter, Shannon Kelly, was hit by a car yesterday

-and taken into hospital.

-Is she OK?

Far as I know.

Why wasn't I told?

-Because she asked the doctors not to.

-But they have no right.

Your daughter has the right.

She's underage.

Gillick's competence allows her the right to receive treatment

without her parents being informed.

I want to see her.

Well, she walked out of the hospital and we don't know where she is.

I take it you haven't seen or heard from her?

No.

Is your partner in? I'd like to speak to him.

My husband?

No, he's at work.

Excuse me. Does a Mr Abdul Aziz work here?

Abdul!

Shannon Kelly is your stepdaughter. Is that right, Mr Aziz?

Yeah, that's right. What's this about?

Do you recognise this?

No. Never seen it before.

When was the last time you saw your stepdaughter?

I don't know. About five months ago.

We had a falling out.

God, that's a long falling out!

I suppose it happens. She's a teenager, but...

five months?

What did you fall out over?

Didn't want her going out with the boy she was seeing.

Were you jealous?

Jealous? What is this?

Well, I just don't understand.

She goes out with somebody you don't like so you cut her off completely?

That's the behaviour of someone who's jealous.

No. It's the behaviour of someone who doesn't want some animals

giving drugs to his daughter.

I expect to be respected in my own house.

If my daughter can't respect me then she's not my daughter.

Does your wife feel the same way

or was your relationship with your daughter sort of...special?

Secret, maybe.

If you want to accuse me of something, why don't you just come out and say it?

Did you have sexual relations with your stepdaughter?

No.

You disgust me.

DOOR UNLOCKING

Hey!

Hello, princess.

How are you feeling?

I've got something for you.

What have you got for me?

Ah, you're good to me.

It's because I love you.

-You wanna smoke it?

-Yeah.

Have you heard from Shannon?

I love Shannon.

Seriously.

She went away. You told me she went away.

You just wanna get with her. It's all you want to do.

I'm with you.

Ah!

GIGGLES

You get it. I'm telling you, you get it.

I've logged into Amy's page. Now you frape her,

send Shannon a message from Amy, see where she is,

see if she left the hospital or something.

And you. You take care of things with Amy.

Yeah. See?

Oh! Oh! Off!

50 pound, you. It's quality, I tell you.

- 50? - 50.

She's young, she's white, she's 14, something like that. It's £50.

- 50's too much. - Then you piss off somewhere else.

-Don't you speak to me...

-Hey!

The man says it's 50, then it's 50, yeah?

Why you acting like you're gonna get any pussy on your own for?

See the way you look, bruv?

Jabba, pay the man.

-Go on, get out, man.

-Make sure you take some of that Viagra

cos I'm telling you you're gonna need that, man.

Oh, Kamran.

Yo?

In case she needs it.

This way, this way.

Younis, you take care of Salman and the new girl, yeah?

What, me?

-Bro, you mad!

-All right, all right.

New girl, yeah!

Younis gonna get some pussy tonight, yeah?

What the fuck...?

I'm trying to do it for you, help you out, bro.

There you go.

Enjoy.

CHILDREN CHATTER IN BACKGROUND

Hi.

Hi, I'm Hannah.

Younis.

You all right?

Yeah.

Cool.

After you.

Thanks.

SLMAN: You want that one? - No.

SALMAN: Come on, what d'you want?

I'll get you. Come on.

SHE GIGGLES

SALMAN: Come on. Anything you want, babe. Anything you want.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Oh, you ladies.

I...I think you're a very pretty girl.

Thanks.

I want to go.

What's wrong with you? Come on, they're nice.

The other one's weird. I just wanna go.

-No, come on. For me, please.

-OK.

Go on. Let me see your titties, yeah?

GIGGLING

Go on. Take your pants off.

GIGGLING I can't. No!

SALMAN: Come on! Come on!

SALMAN: Oh, yeah, babe. That's a good one.

TEXT ALERT

Customs and Excise say the suitcase was wrapped in plastic

when they confiscated it.

It hadn't been opened

and yet...airport security and the baggage handlers can't explain

how the suitcase could have arrived in Britain, have no identifying tags,

not be claimed and yet not be opened.

Mm.

Could it have been X-rayed?

It can't have been subject to an X-ray

or the body would've been seen in the suitcase.

DNA database?

How should we proceed?

Dr Alexander has begun the postmortem

but I suspect it'll be a slow process,

given the circumstances.

Ready to go?

Yes, honey!

Just let me look at one more slide, will you?

-Shall we get a takeaway?

-Mm. Lebanese?

You know I don't like Lebanese.

You're right. I said it just to wind you up.

-Indian?

-Not my favourite.

But you could live with it.

Did you find anything, by the way?

No, it's so strange. I can't find them anywhere.

Never meant your keys. The suitcase girl.

Fibres and spores. There's something to work with.

Mind you, there's always something to work with.

# COLDPLAY: The Scientist

Do you want some more?

No, thanks. It will spoil the muesli

that I'm going to eat at four o'clock in the morning when I wake up starving.

-Did I say thank you for the flowers?

-No.

Don't have to say thank you for a thank-you present.

Where would it end?

-Thank you. They're lovely.

-# ..It's such a shame for us to part

# Nobody said it was easy

# No-one ever said it would be this hard... #

DOOR CLOSING

Harry?

Harry?

-Harry?

-What?

-Was that you?

-Was what me?

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Oh, good. You're fine.

-I'm awake.

-Do you want a cup of tea?

And some muesli?

Why not?

Wide awake now.

My wallet.

And my keys.

How did th...?

Shannon?

I didn't know where to go.

I wasn't feeling well,

-and you said you were a doctor.

-What do you think?

She's burning. We need to call an ambulance.

-No, please don't.

-Scarlet fever.

-She'll need antibiotics.

-It's OK.

I'm going to make sure you're safe.

POLICE RADIO CRACKLES

You promised me.

You're ill, Shannon. You need treatment.

-It's the best thing.

-He's going to find me.

Dr Alexander, can I...?

We've picked up her stepfather,

we've questioned him and we're gonna keep an eye on him.

Please don't worry. We'll take care of her.

How do you know it's him?

We can't be sure, but Shannon accused him on her Facebook page.

So once her condition improves, we'll question her directly.

Oh!

He's Asian.

It's the right thing to do. She's very ill.

Can't take responsibility for her.

I still feel responsible, though.

If it's the right thing to do, why do you look so concerned?

I haven't seen a severe case of strep infection for quite a while, but...

now in the last 24 hours from the same area of London, we have two.

TSS and scarlet fever.

There you go. Told you she was beautiful.

Oh, yes, babe. That is prime. You look boom! Good enough to rrrr!

There you go, sir. Enjoy.

Yes, babe. That looks great.

-A bit short.

-You look great.

Trust me. I'm a man who knows. You get me?

-Yeah.

-Definitely.

Whoo-hoo-hoo! My, oh my, oh my!

DOOR LOCKS

Please.

SOBS

Please, Umar.

So, I'm thinking, yeah...

We get a little bite to eat, you guys change up into your little summat-summat

and then we go and meet some friends, yeah?

BOTH: Yeah.

SOBS

Yo! Stay in the car, yeah?

Come on, girls.

Yo! This is my boy, Umar.

You're gonna love him.

Yay, boy!

Ah! You're... Hannah, Lauren?

No? Hannah, Lauren. That's what I'm talking about.

What you saying? What's goin' on?

Sit down.

PHONE RINGS

-WHISPERS:

-Sorry! Sorry.

RINGING STOPS

Don't recognise the number.

-You on call?

-No. You?

No.

Call them back.

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

Night!

Night!

SIRENS WAILING

The SOCOs are already inside. It is safe to go in.

I asked for you.

It's a young girl.

AEROPLANE OVERHEAD

NIKKI: Her name is Amy Chester.

She was locked inside the room. That's murder.

You were meant to look after things.

She knows who murdered Amy Chester. That's why she's so terrified.

Shannon Kelly can make trouble for us.

She tells somebody a story, somebody believes her...

-She ain't gonna say nothing.

-SCREAMS

I'm investigating a group of men.

I think they're rapists and I think they groom white girls.

-LEO: The girl in the suitcase.

-Yes, something resembling her.

I've been waiting for you to come. They found her.

I've done bad things. They said I could go to prison.

Shannon, we've found your DNA on Johnny Dear's dead body.

UMAR: OK, are we sure what we got, then?

-No, I don't want to.

-Come on. You trust me, don't you?

SHANNON: It wasn't supposed to be like this.

-I fell in love.

-Who with?

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