Vera

That's it. Go look at the back and get his paperwork.

Okay.

Whoa!

Alright, mate? Got your papers?

Thanks.

Alright, when you're ready, mate.

Girls?

Mira?

Dan!

Dan!

Girls?

Karen?

Mira?

Girls?

Karen!

Mira!

Some party.

Ballistics are ten minutes away.

Right. Local search?

We're speaking to the neighbours... such as they are.

How did the intruder get in?

The front door was open.

Bullets?

There's one in the beam up there, love,

one through the cranium, exit wound back of his skull.

Into the wall.

Time of death, does he know?

1700 hours. Yeah, I'm right here, no need for an interpreter.

Hour and a half gone, Billy.

Checkpoints?

All the way from Rothbury up to Alnwick.

He could be anywhere. I know.

Guns stored in the house?

No, nothing under license.

Somebody turn that thing off.

Right.

First impressions.

Billy?

He's gearing up for a night in with the footie.

She's got her heart set on one of them interior lifestyle shows on digital.

I'll wait for your report.

I'm just getting revved up here.

Ma'am?

Casts of the intruder's boot print. Right.

One's bigger than the other. Aye, left foot's a seven, right foot's a nine.

That's a mistake.

CSI pulled off five sets of footprints, same story everytime size seven, size nine.

Okay, so the killer's wearing odd-sized boots.

Maybe there were two of them, two intruders.

Yeah, possible, of course.

Two one-legged intruders. They won't have got far.

Prints leading where?

To the vehicle.

He... They... took the two daughters round the back.

And then drove off with them.

What is that?

Oi!

I was in the garden.

The girls were having a sort of dress rehearsal for my husband's retirement do,

the day after tomorrow.

We saw the balloons on the gate.

Good job, we'd have driven straight past.

Dan was dreading it, to be honest.

30 years a surgeon, it's all he ever knew.

Here we are.

What's this?

Is that the girls?

When did this... Just now.

By courier. Are these your daughters?

Yeah. That's Karen and that's Mira.

So Mira... is she the adopted one?

That's right, yeah.

Ee, they're bonny lasses.

Was there a note? No.

And who would have sent this, do you think?

I've never seen it before.

God, she's gonna hate that one.

Anything that passes for a fringe you know how fussy they get.

Courier?

He's outside, giving a statement.

Right, Laura. What time did you last see your daughters?

Oh... about ten to five.

I called up to them before I went out into the garden.

Peas or beans? You know, for their tea.

And they called back?

Mira, peas. Beans for madam.

I went with peas.

Dan grows them from seed, it's his pride and joy.

Mira always says, 'I like your garden peas, Dad. They're better than the real ones.

And that's when you heard the gunshot? You were out in the garden?

Look...

I have to...

look for them.

Mira's expecting her jab before morning.

It's seven o'clock now. Her what?

Her jab, her insulin shot.

Well, then, we're gonna have to get her back double quick, then, won't we?

Laura, did they have boyfriends, either of them?

Of course.

Karen, she's got a lad, Kyle, from school.

Do you know where he lives?

It's er... this one or...

I should know, shouldn't I? Sorry.

Not to worry, love. Joe, which house?

Mrs. Marsden?

Kyle, DCI Vera Stanhope.

Are Karen and Mira with you?

What? Mind if I take a look?

Go for it.

They're not here. I was just on my way to pick them up.

From where?

Home.

When did you last speak to Karen?

Er... Geography, the day before yesterday.

What's going on?

Did you send a package to the house, a photo?

What?

No. Why would I do that?

Kyle, we're trying to trace the girls.

If you can think where they might be.

Forget your stupid bloody phone!

No. Look.

It's Karen.

Hey, shut that music off, will you?

Kyle?

Karen, it's the police. Where are you, love?

Help me, please. Help us.

We're in a van.

This guy... he's just gone mad.

Is your sister with you?

Yeah.

Can I talk to her?

Karen, can you tell us who took you from the house?

Hey, get off! Hey, get off!

And you are?

DC Kelman, ma'am. I got drafted in two hours ago.

See if you can get a trace on this call, DC Kelman.

Got it.

One guy, singular. One intruder. Okay.

With wrong-sized feet. Christ!

What did she say?

Laura, I need your permission to keep track of all your phone calls,

mobile and land line,

just in case one of your daughters or whoever's holding them tries to make contact.

Typical. Of all the people in the world, what did she have to go and call him for?

Now, listen.

I'm going to do all I humanly can to get your girls back home again.

Hm?

What I need you to do is to sit down with one of my officers, Joe, if you like...

Yeah.

I need a list of anyone acquainted with your husband.

Rivalries, grudges, however old or daft.

Now, is there someone you can be with?

What?

Er... Robin, Karen's godfather.

Well, you give Joe the number and he'll get in touch. Okay?

We're just a normal family.

Come on, look on the bright side. We're all on overtime.

Can't you get a track on that call?

No joy, I'm afraid.

Any contact with the man? Nothing yet.

Five hours gone.

Well, if it's not a ransom he's after...

Two pretty lasses.

What, prostitution?

What do we know about the boyfriend?

Kyle?

Couple of kid brothers, Mum's out more than she's in. I asked a neighbour.

Hm, initiative.

I expect some of you know DC Kelman, on loan for a week only.

Hi, Barry.

City Hospital.

Talk to the murder victim's colleagues. Let's see what we're dealing with.

Come on, let's earn our keep, some of you at least.

Publicity, again.

Well, tell them I'll call them back... again.

We'll get back to you.

Thank you.

Kenny, the lasses.

Friends, any failings out?

Oh, Kelman, before you go,

phone records, social network sites.

Yes, ma'am.

What have we got?

Abductor with wrong-sized feet.

Enters the house, front door open.

Interrupted by Dad.

Dirty great scuffle, two shots fired,

one wild, one through the skull.

Grabs the girls and takes off.

It's not exactly well planned, is it?

Any update on the courier, who sent the photo?

The delivery company goes by the name of PLH Express.

Nothing from their head office.

The bike was paid for in cash. No name or address.

A list of local photographers on my desk first thing.

Joe, what have we got from Laura?

Just a few names friends, family, colleagues.

Nothing stands out, but there is this.

What is this?