The Crow Girl

More people are going to die.

And it'll be on your conscience

if it's not you next.

My daughter died.

She died a very long time ago.

She's gone.

It's not just us, you know.

The person disappearing for days at a time is you.

Where am I supposed to go to?

You girls like anything to drink?

We have tea.

Cause of death?

Drowning.

And I'd wager she drowned in fresh water.

That's my sister, Eleanor.

He needs one more. She knows too much.

For we are many.

Victoria!

I'm ready.

What if I can actually do it to you?

You won't. Try though.

Pretend you're a boy.

OK, go.

See, I told you.

Nice.

They did Isobel, apparently,

yesterday in the middle of the quad.

So, it's definitely not just boys debagging boys anymore.

Dicks.

And she said it was a joke, but...

Yeah. Let's see, then.

You have to remember to redo the knot really tight

after you go to the toilet.

That's the hard part. Remembering.

I told on my dad by the way.

I'm going to see a psychiatrist. So...

Isn't it your dad that needs a psychiatrist?

I did what you said.

I talked to a grown-up.

So they basically have to help me now.

Careful telling them stuff.

Who?

Grown-ups.

That's not what you said before.

I didn't know about them then.

Sorry.

You all right to teach me the knot a bit later?

I've got Christian Union now.

Yeah. OK.

Bethan!

Help me.

Victoria!

I'm so sorry. I just... I couldn't breathe.

- Eva. - Right.

OK, before you say anything, I know I look awful.

This has been the worst and, well, er...

in some ways the most significant week of my career.

Can't really see you.

Er, good.

Because, well, I'm a...

I'm a shocker under all of this, so...

No problem, we understand.

It's... It's impossible to take in.

Well, yes and no.

I mean, we have now defrosted and processed all of the bodies.

Every single one.

All male, injured, Lidocaine.

Except one.

I meant emotionally.

Just forget it, Mike.

What's different, Eva?

Female.

She shows no sign of external fight injuries,

nor the defence wounds.

Lidocaine, we're gonna have to wait for tox reports,

which... but she does have these.

Old breaks?

Yeah, signs of broken bones from past injuries

that have healed, just, not very well.

And there is something else.

OK?

It's a pinkish foam from the lungs.

It comes from pulmonary secretions, blood, and water.

Her airways are full of it.

It's a good indicator for drowning.

Now the foam, that collapses during freezing.

And I would say that she was frozen...

couple of hours after death, based on its presence.

Is there plant matter, like the body from the crypt?

No. And her stomach...

full of water.

She swallowed a lot.

It came back positive for chlorine.

So, she could have died in a swimming pool?

Yeah, I think it's a real possibility.

There's more. Semen, possibly multiple.

We've swabbed.

To look at her, she's a teen.

Probably around 15 or 16 years old,

but definitely not a fully adult female.

Frozen shortly after death,

based on the preservation of her body.

So, we've got two teens, both drowned, different waters.

We have to ID her as a top priority.

This is really good work, Eva.

It's great work.

Can somebody get Eva a cup of tea now?

Please.

Yeah, that's not gonna really work in here,

cos they only listen to me.

Dental records have come in for the girl in the crypt, yeah.

Let's go.

Come in.

Please take a seat.

Thank you, er, for seeing me.

I feel like I haven't, slept properly for days.

Then it's really good that you're here.

Yeah.

Er, I had a dream about my daughter.

What happened in the dream?

She was shouting at me.

What did she say?

She said...

"You are a bad mother".

Is it a terrible cliche to talk about dreams?

No, not at all.

She said, "You don't have me anymore",

so you have to stop saying that you're a mother.

You are not a mother anymore".

And she kept saying, "Shut up.

Shut up. Shut up".

And what did you say in reply?

Well, then I...

I woke up.

And it was all a dream.

I told you it was a cliche.

Cliches can be interesting.

How did you feel when she told you

to stop calling yourself a mother?

I felt like I ought to listen to her,

otherwise something bad might happen.

Like what?

Something terrible.

I see.

All right, the girl in the crypt...

what we got?

So, I identified her as Bethan Pryce,

because most of the girls who went to Beecham College

on the bursary went on to, at the very least,

make a Linkedln profile.

Mike, a word.

Er, one second, ma'am, I'll be with you.

Bethan Pryce has no footprint after 2004.

And look, dental records confirm it's her.

She was born on

the 12th of August, 1988.

Which confirms she was in

the same school year as Victoria.

Mike, please tell me you're not still identifying bodies.

We're onto something here, ma'am. Sorry.

Er, she was in care

at Ledford House children's home.

- Was she reported missing there? - No.

When I give you an order, Mike,

to delegate the identification of bodies,

you damn well do it.

Or I will have you off this team so fast...

Ma'am, this is different.

Er, Mike, it's OK.

Meet me at the car.

I won't be long.

Ma'am, listen.

Victoria dumped a body on the school lawn,

and now Mike has identified the body in the crypt

as a girl who was in the same school year

as Victoria at Beecham college.

Yeah, a girl who just slipped through the cracks.

She was never reported missing to the police.

Peter Drake, he knows more than he is telling us.

Right.

I really don't think you should be speaking to Mike like that...

You've heard your new nickname,

have you, Jeanette?

Yeah, of course, I have. Who hasn't?

It's not cool when guv speaks to people like that.

I don't like it.

Only I'm allowed to be cute like that, no one else.

It's OK.

It's not OK.

It's water off a duck's back.

You can tell me my nickname, if it lightens the mood.

Nepo-po.

Is that cos my dad was a detective?

People think I'm not as good at my job as I should be? Or...

No, Jeanette, it's just a joke, innit?

Yeah, I know it's just a joke. Of course I... Shit.

Mr. Drake?

Mr. Drake, it's the police.

He's dead.

Fuck me.