Down Cemetery Road

The light has shone on you tonight

But I'll go walking through The darkened streets alone

And fall asleep with a smile

Saving my pennies 'Cause the oracle told me so…

I've learned to trust my head to turn

Okay? Grab my hand.

That's it.

Good girl.

Where are we going to next?

Don't know yet.

Okay. Let's keep moving.

You okay?

- Freezing cold. - Right. Okay.

Let's get you something warm to wear and something to eat, okay?

- Okay. - All right?

I know.

Yeah, I know.

- Look… - Just stay there.

Look, that woman could be anywhere.

It's scary.

Well, no one's safe at all.

Have you heard any more from Callum?

No.

No, I'll let you know if I hear anything.

Yeah. Keep me posted.

Okay. Yeah.

I'll catch up with you later.

All right. What we just did was really, really naughty, okay?

- Never ever do that again. - Okay.

Wait, wait, wait. Shove it up your top. Up your top.

Wait. In there. In there.

There. You warm and cozy?

Where's the cross lady?

The cross lady?

Oh, you mean… you mean Zoë?

Okay, okay.

Zoë might not be coming back.

But look, she wasn't really cross, you know?

No, actually that's a lie.

Sometimes she was a bit cross

and mean.

Actually, she could be really, really mean, you know?

But there's this saying that we have about dogs.

Her bark was worse than her bite.

Oh, don't stop.

Go on. I was enjoying that.

Oh, my God. I thought you were…

Well, how did you get here?

Hey.

Donny.

Oh, hi.

Yeah, thanks for abandoning us, by the way.

Who's this?

This is the reason we needed the puffin boat.

You left this in the boat.

Thank you.

We're gonna have to owe you for the puffin trip.

- I'm sorry. - No. Not at all. On the house.

I mean, you never actually saw any puffins, did you?

No, we bloody didn't.

No. Listen, you ladies better get yourself along to the police.

Let them know what the English are up to out there.

Us ladies will be just fine. Thanks, Donny.

Donny, thanks a lot.

You're a pal.

You know where I am.

Your Puffin Boy isn't the only one who's after you.

Just call the hotline if you see this woman.

Keep your head down.

Let's get out of here before the villagers drive a stake through my heart.

A bus. Bus. There's a bus. There's a bus. This way.

If you see this woman, please do not approach her.

It is.

Did he know anything about it?

- I'm afraid not. - Sir. Keep an eye out for this woman.

Yes. Thank you, Officer. I definitely will, yep.

Thank you for your help. We're trying to find the family as well.

- Afternoon, sir. - Afternoon.

What's the matter?

Can I just say something?

Like, maybe… maybe Mr. Puffin Boy was right, you know?

What if we just go to the police,

tell them what's happened, and that none of this is our fault?

Come over here.

So, listen, Sarah.

So, we're not in Balamory.

We are in the middle of a massive government cover-up.

There's a bounty on her head and probably one on yours too.

This is way above the pay grade of PC Plum.

So we've got to get out of here as soon as possible.

- Get it? - Yeah.

Okay, so, let's go.

Come on.

- I'll go in first. - You go first.

Okay.

- Hello. Hi. - Hi.

To the train station. Two adults and one child.

- Yep. - Thanks.

That's five pounds, please.

- Okay there. Great. - Thank you.

Fuck it.

We'll be home soon.

I promise, okay?

They gone?

No one can find out where that came from.

Who put all of this together?

Joe Silvermann. He was an Oxford PI

working with a woman called Sarah Trafford.

She believed that the young girl who survived the explosion

had been deliberately disappeared.

And your boss shut this down?

Orders from above.

"Leave it alone."

So,

over to you.

What the hell is all this?

Right. Let's get the fuck out of here before someone puts us on TikTok.

Round and round, round and round

The wheels on the bus Go round and round

All day long

The baby on the bus goes Wah, wah, wah

Wah, wah wah Wah, wah, wah

The baby on the bus goes Wah, wah, wah

All day long

Twat.

Hello.

Right. I wanna know everything

about the group of soldiers who were meant to be court-martialed but weren't.

What happened to them?

You might need to be more specific.

Don't treat me like an idiot just because I like a smelly candle, all right?

Why was a house exploded in Oxford?

And why is there a child called Dinah Singleton missing?

Yeah, you said you barely knew Isaac Wright.

He had your fucking number on speed dial.

Well, I was trying to protect you.

- How chivalrous. - But you didn't need to know everything.

However, your digging

will have no doubt left you with dirt on your perfectly manicured hands.

Plausible deniability only really works when it's plausible.

- Tea? - No, no, no. No.

The shit is on your shoes.

I'm not carrying the can for your tomfuckery.

Look…

The plod's information hasn't yet made its way

out into the murky waters of social media.

So do please just allow me to bang it on the head with a shovel.

Where's the child?

We have top government employees containing the situation.

What's that code for?

But you're right.

The court-martialed soldiers…

Let's call them what they are, war criminals…

didn't die in a helicopter crash.

We gave them an opportunity to volunteer.

R and D. Weapons testing.

R and D?

Research and development.

Yes, I'm aware of what it means, but in this context,

what were you developing?

A new weapon and an antidote.

So the soldiers were guinea pigs.

The soldiers were lucky.

Oh, my God.

This department has committed appalling war crimes.

Yes, I admit the optics aren't great.

The antidote could have been the holy grail.

Game-changing for modern defense. And for them.

Now it's just a case of tying up loose ends.

I…

I don't… I can't…

Okay, we just drove straight past those people waiting at a bus stop.

- Did we? - Yeah.

Wha--

Hi, you've reached Hamza Malik.

I'm not able to answer the phone at the moment,

but if you'd like to leave a message, please do so after the beep.

I may be just in a meeting or temporarily indisposed.

Alternatively, if it's urgent, you can also contact my assistant, Claire,

or you can try me again in five minutes.

I'll endeavor to respond ASAP or very soon after that.

Okay, thank you.

Malik.

Tiny bit of pressure building here.

What the hell are you doing up there?

Sporran shopping?

Whatever it is, please stop.

And, I don't know, turn on your fucking phone?

- Okay, us next! - Oh, great, okay.

- Hang on. - No, no. Driver, this is our stop!

Mate, could you slow down? We need to get off the bus!

Why's he not slowing down?

Oi! Mate!

- What's your problem? - Oh, God.

Why are you driving us into the middle of effing nowhere?

There is no need for you to--

Oh, my God. It's you.

Yes! Yes!

Oh, God.

Brake!