Part 2 Silent Witness

-I thought the door was locked but she ran.

-What is it you're so scared of?

-He's going to find me.

Make sure she knows I'm worried about her.

Get her something nice, something pretty.

Shannon Kelly is 15 years old and we suspect she was sexually abused.

I didn't know where to go.

This is the new girl.

-When do I get to meet her?

-She's not ready yet.

-She got a girlfriend?

-Yeah, course.

I'm here about a death last night. Body was found collapsed in the street.

Tattooed man was riddled with strep, but so high on oxycodone

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

This is DI Vickers. I need Professor Dalton to attend a crime scene immediately.

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

-Why don't you come out and say it?

Did you have sexual relations with your stepdaughter, Shannon Kelly?

She's young, she's white, she's 14 and she's £50.

Umar, can you open the door?! SHE SOBS

Body's still inside. It's a young girl.

This programme contains scenes of sexual violence

This programme contains scenes which some viewers may find upsetting

"Amy, I really need to speak to you.

"Please, please get in touch."

-PHONE RINGS

-Mini Cab.

Is she dead?

# Testator silens

# Costestes e spiritu

# Silentium... #

BHANGRA MUSIC

PHONE RINGS

Where were you? Where were you?

Agh!

-Where were you?

-I was tired. There was no-one there.

-You were meant to look after things.

-Umar, Umar!

-Why are you stressing the man for, fam? It was a mistake. That's it.

-That's it?

That's it, man. Why are you stressing over some white girl for?

They ain't got no respect so why are you stressing the man for?

We didn't do nothing to her.

Probably did it herself, probably trying to smoke a rock. Kamran did nothing.

-PHONE RINGS

-At the end of the day, fam, she did that shit to herself, bruv.

Mini Cab.

Umar, she burnt her own self up, you know.

-What's your terminal?

-That's what happened, yeah?

No comeback to us, innit?

I'm sorry.

A driver will be waiting for you in arrivals.

No problem.

OK.

-Agh!

-Whoa!

-Umar!

Huh? Huh?

I liked her.

Shannon Kelly can make trouble for us.

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

She ain't going to say nothing.

You'd better hope he's right, you know.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Terminal 3 to Sindlesham. Where is Sindlesham?

Oh! Amy has a message.

From Shannon.

"Hi! Where are you?

"Do you want to hook up? I have got so much to tell you.

"I've been trying to get hold of you for ages. Where have you gone?"

"I'm in hospital. St Jacobs.

"Can't have visitors at the moment. Let you know when I can.

"Don't tell anyone, OK? I don't want my parents to find out."

Kamran. Yo, Kamran!

She's still in the hospital.

So this time, you go there

and you make sure she knows we're thinking about her.

I wanted to make sure you were all right.

I want to understand, you know, so that I can help.

OK, well, I'll...

check in with you later.

Have you talked to Shannon Kelly?

No, I went to see her.

Epic fail.

Didn't want to speak to you?

Did you ever want to run away as a child?

No. I was more a fan of confrontation.

You know, I see them in the street sometimes

and I get the Good Samaritan complex and want to help them get home.

What makes you think that going home would make her safe?

Nothing.

Where was Shannon knocked down?

Near the airport.

And where was she running from?

Here.

She ran across the street.

-About 500 yards away.

-From where?

From where Johnny Dear was found. They both had serious strep infections.

Should probably inform the Health Protection Agency. What are these?

I think they're head lice. I'm having them tested for confirmation.

Do lice get confirmed? SHE LAUGHS

-Where are they from?

-Suitcase girl.

Oh. We won't get very far with head lice. They're ubiquitous, I'm afraid.

-I might. You never know.

-I do. You won't. Waste of effort.

-Must be hard being right all the time.

-Mm, it's a burden.

And what is that, I wonder?

-Nothing.

-They would be dead.

Of course. But it did cross my mind that I might've caught them from Shannon

-when she came to the flat.

-Oh, Shannon had lice, did she?

-She might have.

-Actually in the flat?

-Well, obviously I hope not.

-Probably used my hairbrush and everything.

-Yeah, mm-hm.

-Nikki?

-Yeah?

-The girl in the suitcase...

Just spoken to Vickers and the DNA has come back

and there is no match on the database.

-Interpol?

-Nothing.

But Vickers has authorised funds to model the head to help with identification.

-You all right?

-Yeah, nothing.

-What's this?

-Nothing.

We found strep in our tattooed man, Johnny Dear,

and the girl that Nikki helped.

What girl?

The girl who was running away and the RTA she came to Nikki's flat.

-She came to your flat?

-BOTH: Yes.

She had scarlet fever, strep infection.

They are connected by time of incubation

and loosely connected geographically, about 500 yards.

-The police found Johnny Dear's body here?

-Yeah.

The flat that burned down, the young girl that was asphyxiated...

..was there.

What time did he die?

3.30, 4am.

I thought maybe he was heading down the bus station to catch a night bus.

Let's take a look up here.

He had partially digested chips in his stomach.

Maybe we should ask DI Vickers to take a look at that.

-Yeah. Where's the flat?

-Up here.

POLICE RADIO CRACKLES

AEROPLANE OVERHEAD

Let's go and scrub up.

Excuse me, young man. You can't go in to see her just now.

-I'll put them in a vase and show them to her later.

-Thanks.

SCREAMING

It's OK, it's OK. SHE SCREAMS

Leo.

Fibres.

Your stepfather denies the sexual abuse allegation

you made on your profile wall.

Like I'm going to put that on my wall.

Abdul's got nothing to do with anything. I got fraped, you stupid bitch.

Who are you afraid of?

Come on, Shannon. How can I help you if you won't talk to me?

You can't help me.

There's only one way out of this.

She died of smoke inhalation. DNA's being run now.

Smoke alarm batteries were dead. Window was locked, double glazed.

Door to the room was locked, no evidence of a key.

She was locked inside the room? Well, that's murder.

Was she inebriated?

Her blood showed a high concentration of oxycodone.

-Tattooed man, Johnny Dear...

-Yeah, same as him.

It's become the fashionable drug of abuse.

She also had high levels of crack.

She's smoking a rock of crack cocaine, collapses,

the rock falls and ignites the bed clothes.

Fire inspectors say the fire started on the bed clothes

and radiated from there.

The nylon from the carpet fused with the skin on her cheek.

She'd have been lying on her front

with her right cheekbone pressed against the floor,

desperately trying to breathe through a gap at the bottom of the door.

Hardly the actions of a suicide.

KNOCK ON DOOR Leo, the fibres we found on Johnny Dear's body

match the carpet fibres from the room

so he was in that room some time before he died.

-Who owned the building?

-Limited company, buy to let.

There's no evidence that she lived there.

So she doesn't live there, she's locked inside the room, she's on drugs...

Johnny Dear has the same painkillers in his system.

He's got the same fibres on his body.

I did find this dried film on her thigh.

I'm still waiting on the lab

but if we speculate that this film...is lubrication...

And these are condoms.

She was a prostitute?

Was Johnny Dear the client or the pimp?

Johnny Dear was from Burnley.

We can place him in the room but we can't place him with the girl.

Do you know what really bothers me?

She didn't have any shoes.

The girl in the suitcase?

Yes, or something resembling her.

I did find something that might be useful

in helping to identify where the body came from.

-Pediculus capitis.

-Head lice.

Impressive.

Studied Latin.

Well, they were dead but clinging to the hair follicles.

How's this helpful?

Head lice in Britain have developed a resistance to malathion,

the active ingredient in most head lice treatments.

It's a very demonstrable resistance which we were able to measure.

Malathion was banned in Europe until last year

so I can't be certain but I'd guess that the lice that we found are British.

Perhaps they infected the deceased after she was in the suitcase.

The plastic wrap would have been a barrier.

Lice live off blood and die within 48 hours without it.

On balance, you're saying she never travelled anywhere.

Not unless you believe in heaven.

Mm.

Do we have a cause of death?

Not yet.

If we work on the assumption that she is British

then perhaps you should extend the DNA search to familial matches.

See if you get a manageable amount of hits.

-PHONE RINGS

-Can you e-mail me a copy of this right away?

-Mm-hm.

We need to go to the headmaster of every secondary school in the country.

She is, yep. Hang on a sec. Nikki.

DS Masood.

She won't talk to me.

What makes you think she'll talk to me? She hasn't wanted to so far.

Desperation.

Yours or hers?

Hi.

OK. Don't talk to me.

It's OK. There are hundreds of other people queuing up outside

waiting to be nice to you.

What does it matter to you?

-Oh, come on, Shannon.

-I thought I could trust you.

-Oh, that was just stupid, wasn't it?

I took one look at you

and saw that if I didn't get antibiotics in you straight away

then you were on your way to necrotising fasciitis.

And I've just seen a case in a dead man.

He was covered in tattoos all over him. I've never seen anything like it.

What? And he was dead? You must have done a pretty good job.

I'm a pathologist, Shannon. I deal with dead people every day.

-You are the exception.

-Am I?

You know, he had the same strep infection as you have.

And just so you know, it becomes sores that never heal.

And the flesh begins to ooze pus and dies

and in order to save your life, they might have to cut off a leg

or an arm, or you can get brain damage.

Then you would live your life strapped in a chair

with some bored, disinterested person

shovelling food down your throat every day.

That's your reality. That's a kind of living death.

And I shopped you. I did.

For the same reason that I gave you mouth-to-mouth on the street

and that I stayed with you until you went to hospital. That was me.

That was the person that you can't trust.

Wait.

I'm sorry.

You eating something. Knickerbocker glory.

My man!

Ah!

For the hottest girls in London, innit?

Something to wear when you go clubbing tomorrow night.

Cos we're going to party hearty.

Make sure you got the same dresses.

You girls are going to look proper old, you know? Grown up.

Only the best for my girls, yeah.

The best will not rest until they are on your chest.

GIRLS GIGGLE

I've done bad things.

If my mum found out, she'd be so hurt.

They said I could go to prison.

You won't go to prison.

Is there a reason that you can't go home?

She'll never forgive me.

My stepdad's going to throw me out.

I mean, it's pointless.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

I fell in love.

Come on. You don't have to be afraid.

You don't understand.

I just really wanted them to like me.

I just fell in love.

Who with?

They're going to hurt me.

I mean, they already know where I am. He came into my room.

-How do they know that you're here?

-I don't know.

-Have you told anyone that you're in the hospital? Family?

-No.

-Friends?

I told my friend Amy.

Amy? Who's Amy?

-She's just a friend.

-Could she have told them?

I told her not to say anything.

She sent me a message and...

..I said I was in hospital and couldn't see anyone.

I mean, it was a private message. It wasn't on her wall.

-What was her name again?

-Amy Chester.

-And you can trust her?

-Yeah. Can you show me the message?

What is it?

Her name is Amy Chester.

She and Shannon Kelly were good friends.

They'd known each other since primary school

and they went to dance classes together in their...

Both Amy's message and Shannon's response were sent after Amy had died in the fire.

They fraped her profile. Posed as Amy and sent Shannon a message to find out where she was.

That's how they posted the sexual abuse allegation

against Abdul Aziz, her stepfather.

-Who is "they"?

-Shannon won't tell me.

-How can anyone help her, then?

-She's afraid of what they might do.

What does she think that "they" might do?

Are we sure there is a "they"?

I've asked the nurses to keep a close eye on her, because I guess...

I'm worried that she might consider suicide.

There was something that she said... "Only one way out for me."

They can't hurt her if she's dead, can they?

-We're pretty sure there is a "they".

-It's very melodramatic.

Have you had an empathy bypass?

They can't hurt her if she's dead.

So kill her.

It really wouldn't be normal policy.

-Mrs Kelly?

-Yes.

Do you have a daughter called Shannon?

She's scared. She's scared of something, or...

someone.

Could she be scared of her stepfather?

No, of course not.

-She's scared to come home.

-She doesn't have to be scared.

It's none of my business and I understand that and I apologise...

She doesn't have to be scared.

She's alone and...erm...

..I think she needs her mum.

She's my girl and I will do anything for her.

She just wouldn't listen. Please...

just tell me where she is.

She could still be contagious.

Mum.

Thank God.

-Thank God. I've prayed for this.

-Thank God.

-I love you, Mum.

I love you so much.

I love you. I love you so much.

CHATTING AND LAUGHING

When we go to that club tonight, you're going to be dancing.

You're going to be shaking it, going to be shaking it.

Banging.

Bangin'.

Boys are going to be hitting on you. I don't want nothing to happen to you.

It's best you take precautions. You on the pill?

Been thinking about it.

No.

No? Ah!

You know, the pill's good.

Makes your titties bigger. Eh?

Wah, wah, wah!

They give you everything you need in there for free.

Pills, morning-after pill, condoms. Just go in there.

They ask for your name. You give them a fake one. Who's going to know?

You OK, Hannah?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on, then. Get out.

White whores, man.

Don't look so surprised, Younis. It's how they're raised.

DOORBELL RINGS

I'm sorry, I was doing my job.

I was trying to protect your daughter and we had to pursue every possibility.

That includes the allegations made against you

that we now know to be untrue.

These men who Shannon is afraid of...

You believe they work for a minicab firm.

-Can you give us the name...?

-My daughter's home.

She's safe.

She's asked me to just forget everything that's happened

so that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Forget.

Can you go in tight on the ventricle?

-Can you get Professor Dalton in?

-Yes.

Arrhythmogenic right ventricular dysplasia.

That's not what I expected.

She died of natural causes.

A broken heart.

She wasn't murdered.

So why was she in a suitcase?

There were no other marks, no indentations, no signs of heavy blows.

This is the cause of death.

Her name is Megan Reid.

She left school unexpectedly just before her GCSEs.

She was very popular, well respected and liked by her peers.

-It's uncanny.

-She had problems at home.

Her mother wrote to the school, said she'd left.

Shannon Kelly went to the same school.

Megan Reid's father worked in Flight Deck Catering for nine years,

senior operations manager

with access to all the secure areas of the airport, including left luggage.

Quit his job five months ago just after his daughter disappeared.

-Vernon!

-What?

TELEVISION IN BACKGROUND

SWITCHES TV OFF He's...just coming.

We'd like to take a DNA sample from you and your husband if that's OK.

Oh, no! Oh, God, you've found something.

We hope to rule her out.

Yes.

Why did your daughter run away?

She and her father... I guess they were too similar. They fought.

-Fought?

-They argued.

-Over?

-Boys.

-Didn't like her friends.

-Why?

Pakis.

He didn't like their ethnic origin?

No. He didn't like them because they gave our daughter drugs.

Can I help you?

-Yeah, erm...

-We're looking for Shannon Kelly.

I'm sorry. Shannon Kelly has passed away.

She dead?

I'm afraid so.

Detective Sergeant Masood, please.

I've been waiting for you to come.

You've found her?

They don't know.

They need to take our DNA.

Can you open your mouth?

Thanks.

It might not be her.

Dr Alexander made a computer image

that was identified by Megan's former head teacher.

We found her body in a suitcase.

Oh, no! SHE SOBS

How did she die?

Do you know how she died?

She had a catastrophic congenital heart condition.

Heart condition?

Her heart just stopped. We don't know why.

She didn't suffer?

No. She would have died instantly.

Perhaps in the heat of an argument.

Or a struggle.

We'd like to know why someone put her in a suitcase

and not an ambulance.

That would be hard to understand.

You said you were waiting for us to come.

One day I...I knew you'd find her.

Alive or dead.

How did your daughter end up in a suitcase, Mr Reid?

I can't help you.

Just like I couldn't help her.

HE CONTINUES TO SOB

Sssh.

We've got nothing. He denies it. There's no physical evidence.

What, there's really nothing you can do?

Failure to report a death or failure to file with a coroner?

Failure to do something.

Failure.

He's guilty of failure.

UNLOCKS CAR

-Is that them?

-According to the nurse.

Can you PNC that plate, please?

Pause and zoom in here?

And that's a minicab licence.

# From the height that I'm falling from

# The foregone conclusion is I'm going to hit rock bottom

# Less I find some cash real quick

# Don't know what the hell I'm doin'

# All this time that I've been wasting

# Like I'm waiting for something to happen... #

Fast Mini Cabs?

You need a car, lady? Where you goin'?

No, thanks.

Do you know a young woman called Shannon Kelly?

No, know nobody.

Is that all? Cos I've got work to do.

DANCE MUSIC BLARES

You want one, yeah?

They're good, you know. They make you feel...free.

-That's it. Swallow it down!

-Whoo!

Are they legal?

They're about as legal as you are in this club.

Take it. It's nice. Trust me.

GIRLS LAUGH

-Are you awake?

-I am now.

Is there a shame that great?

What?

A disgust so great that you could do that to your own child?

A suitcase? And pretend it didn't happen?

A shame that great? I don't know.

People are weak.

We're all weak.

One way or another.

I like having you here.

RAP MUSIC PLAYS IN CAR

Now, my cousin is the night clerk over here so we're going to get some drinks.

Are you listening to me?

-SHE LAUGHS

-Easy.

Easy, easy, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Everyone was wondering who you were tonight, like some movie star.

Isn't that right, Fawad? A movie star.

No, I want to go home.

Hey, you don't want to leave your friend behind, do you?

Come on. Younis will drop you home.

We've still got some more partying to do, yeah?

-Yeah?

-Yeah!

No.

-Hey, come on. Come on!

-No.

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

Here, chill.

You're really beautiful, you know that?

-How's your mother and father?

-Yeah, good, man.

-Give them my kindest regards, eh?

-I will.

In there, yeah? Cool, bruv.

Two minutes, yeah?

Ooh! Can I get some?

SHE GIGGLES

What you looking at?

-Huh?

-What you looking at?

CONTINUES TO GIGGLE

I'm looking at...

I'm looking at the most...

..the sexiest girl in the whole world.

I'm totally twatted.

No, no, no. Come on, come on. Can't be weak.

-Keep moving.

-I've got the helicopters.

No.

No.

-No.

-Huh?

No, please.

-No, no.

-Come on.

-No, I don't want to.

-Please, no, no.

-It's OK.

MUFFLED SHOUTING

Don't do anything to me, OK?

Stop looking at me like that.

Why are you looking at me like that?

What are you going to do to me? I don't want to do anything.

-I'm not going to do anything to you.

-You scare me.

MEN'S VOICES OUTSIDE DOOR

KEYS TURN IN THE LOCK

Make yourself sick.

In the toilet. Make yourself...

Quick. Hurry up.

Be sick, yeah. Be sick.

SHE VOMITS

SHE VOMITS AGAIN

-What?

-What's going on?

Oh, man!

-Oh, man.

-Ruined, man, ruined.

-What did you do to that one?

-That makes me...hard.

-THEY LAUGH

-Sick bastard!

-All right, we'll party with her later. Later.

Come on, Fawad.

Give him the keys, man.

Yo, come on.

Take them to the office, put them in the flat.

-OK.

-Huh?

-Yeah.

-OK, come.

Yo. Don't squash her, big man, now, yeah?

Hey. Come here.

You get your friend and I'll take you home, yeah?

Here. Go on.

Yo, fam...

make sure he gets them there.

-All right. Yeah, yeah.

-Right?

KEYS TURN IN LOCK

Lauren, come on. Lauren, we need to go. Come on.

Come on. Please, Lauren, come on. Lauren, come on.

You need to pay for your rooms.

-Umar said that we didn't...

-Umar? Who's Umar?

I don't have any money.

-I don't need any money.

-Get off!

-Get off!

-Oi!

We gotta go! We gotta go! Come on.

HE GROANS

What you sayin', Younis?

Man's taking the piss and that. I'll take care of these, yeah?

Ladies, do you want to follow me? Get in the back seat and that, yeah?

Hurry up, yeah? Jump in, jump in.

You know what, Younis?

What we do, yeah? We get back to the flat, bruv.

You can have a little one-on-one with the one you like, fam, yeah?

What you doin', bruv?

What you doin', bruv?

Agh!

Where are you taking us?

Younis, where are you taking us?

Take you...take you home, yeah?

T-Take you home.

You're bleeding.

I'm OK. I'm OK. It's all right.

I'd better get you home, yeah?

HE GROANS

-Younis...?

-Yeah. Call your...call your mum, yeah?

Agh!

Are you awake?

As always.

Morning!

Is it?

Was Amy Chester wearing shoes when they found her?

No.

Did you check for Amy Chester's DNA

on the illustrated man's body? What was he called?

-Johnny Dear.

-That's it.

-No. We placed him in the same room with the fibres.

Why?!

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

She doesn't even know Amy Chester is dead.

-That's not material.

-What do you mean, that's not material?

-You're saying she knows who murdered a person she doesn't know has been murdered yet?

-I'm sure of it.

-Why?

She wasn't wearing any shoes. When she was hit by the car, she wasn't wearing any shoes.

When she came to the flat, she was wearing her hospital slippers. I gave her my trainers.

They took her shoes away for the same reason they took away Amy Chester's -

to make it hard to escape.

I think that we will find Shannon's DNA on Johnny Dear's body.

-We should tell DS Masood.

-Yeah, we should.

But not before we've spoken to her. I don't want to frighten her.

-You won't be able to swab for DNA without her permission.

-What's your point?

I suppose I'm saying that you can't swab her for DNA without her permission.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hi, Leo.

OK. See you.

-What?

-Leo's at the scene of an accident.

Two young girls, both drunk and drugged. Both underage.

TV: 'More now on the cuts affecting your local services.

'It's an intensely political issue...'

-You've got visitors.

-Hiya.

Sorry. Can we have a word with Shannon alone for a minute?

Thanks.

Shannon, this is Dr Cunningham. He did a postmortem on...

SHE SWITCHES OFF TV

Dr Cunningham's just done a postmortem

on a man called Johnny Dear.

-I don't know anyone called that.

-He was the guy covered in tattoos.

We found your DNA on his dead body.

Please can you just leave me alone?

We know you were with him.

Come on, Shannon.

They made me do it.

I mean, they made me take drugs.

They locked me in a room and I couldn't get out.

-Where? Where was it?

-I don't know.

Somewhere near an airport.

I remember hearing the sound of planes. They locked me in the room.

Who are "they"?

Detective Sergeant.

-Apparently he worked for a minicab firm.

-Fast Mini Cabs.

How do you know this?

We caught a car on the CCTV at the hospital.

There were two white girls on the back seat,

both with alcohol and oxycodone in their systems.

They say they don't remember anything.

Right.

I need someone...

I'm not sure how to say this.

There's issues relating to the cohesiveness

of the community involved in this investigation.

-Just say it.

-Pakistani. Muslim.

I need someone who's Pakistani to work with me

so that no-one thinks this is a racially-motivated investigation.

Do you know, that makes me think that it is.

-You said, "Just say it."

-I just did.

I'm investigating a group of British Asian men.

I think they are rapists and I think they groom white girls.

There are so many land mines involved with this that I need someone...

-To step on the land mines for you.

-Someone to point out where they are

so that no-one gets their leg blown off.

Amy Chester, Megan Reid...

Not Megan. I mean, her mum said that she ran away.

You can stop them. You can identify them and stop them, Shannon.

Please can you just leave me alone?

Thank you for everything you've done, but please just leave me alone.

Nothing happened. I don't...

I don't remember anything. Nothing happened.

Perhaps we can come back later, or...

-you can give me a call.

-She's got nothing to say to you.

These men are exploiting your dau...

You are not making my baby out to be some kind of slut.

She went clubbing. Nothing happened.

Now, get out of my house. Go on, get out.

She's got nothing to do with this. I'm not having you ruin her future.

-Your daughter had drugs in her system.

-Her drink was spiked.

-And alcohol.

Then go after the ones that sold it to her, and the club that let her in.

-Did he die? The driver?

-Yes.

She don't know anything. She got nothing to tell you.

DOORBELL BUZZES

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yo. She's the one that was here asking about Shannon.

-Asking about Shannon?

-Yeah.

-Looking for Shannon?

-Yeah.

Don't worry about that Shannon. She's dead, you know, fam. She died.

Who told you? Huh?

The nurse. A nurse at the hospital.

-The nurse told you?

-Yeah, the nurse told me.

HE MUMBLES

A nurse is going to tell you...?

You want it? You want it?

A nurse is going to tell you she's dead?

A nurse ain't going to tell you she's dead. You know why?

Cos you're not related.

She's a goria and you're not.

She's not dead.

She's not dead.

She just wants us to think she is.

Clever girl.

OK, OK.

OK, OK, OK.

OK. We'll show her what we got, then.

We shall shut her mouth.

I'm going to show her mum and dad what kind of sket she is.

I'm going to flick that shit over YouTube, man.

Bitch! Goria cutiya. Bitch!

TEXT MESSAGE CHIMES

Please...

SOBBING

Oh.

I can get into my flat tomorrow.

They can seal off the damaged bit and repair it.

Great news.

-Yeah. Be out of your hair.

-Yeah, you were getting irritating.

Familiarity, contempt.

KNOCK ON DOOR Shannon.

KNOCK ON DOOR Shannon?

No!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS Hello?

Oh, no.

-Sorry.

-It's all right.

And this is them leading Johnny Dear from the chip shop.

And this is them abandoning him in the street.

They knew he was ill. They had an obligation to help him, but they didn't?

I don't see a crime. Do you?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hiya.

Sorry to interrupt. She insisted on seeing someone.

-Can I help you?

-I...I...

I called the police and they said that he was here. I just...

I just wanted to see him.

Sorry, who?

I only know him as Younis.

But he...he saved me.

Do you want to tell me how you know him?

I can't. I... I can't.

Hannah...

I think I know what you might have been through.

A girl called Shannon Kelly asked me for help

because she was so frightened.

But she wouldn't tell me anything...

..and now I can't help her.

Will you let me help you?

SOBBING

'Come on. Come on, come on.'

SOBBING FROM VIDEO

'Please...'

PHONE RINGS

Mini Cab?

Fawad Kahn, Kamran Hussein?

-Yep.

-You're under arrest.

Oh, yeah. Uh-huh. The golf club. Yeah, I know it. Yeah.

Would you like executive or standard?

Hoh! Hoh! Fast Mini Cabs.

Do you want me to put that in the back?

HE GROANS

WET CRACKING

PHONE RINGS

Harry?

Is that your phone?

Dr Alexander.

Yep.

I'll be right there.

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