Run Away

- - Ingrid!

No, Ingrid!

I'm here. It's all right.

- -It's okay, love.

I'm here.

-Hey, Ingrid. Ingrid. Ingrid. -

Ingrid.

Ingrid! Ingrid!

Right, this is Dr. Ingrid Greene from pediatrics. Uh…

Okay, can we listen to the handover please?

I want full A to E assessment and someone listening to her chest.

At the Marinduque Union Club. Over.

Nothing much from the door to doors.

Around here, you learn not to talk to the police.

"Around here, you learn not to talk to the police."

-Funny. -Someone mentioned a neighbor has a key.

So we're trying to track him down.

And we've got Simon Greene's statement back.

He says he was looking for his daughter. She's an addict, so…

Not to shame the interior decorator, but this might be the place to do that.

Simon hated Aaron.

He knew that made him a suspect in his murder.

Yet tonight, he went to the flat where Aaron was killed.

Then he came down here.

How did he even know this is where the dealers hang out?

I don't know. Maybe he was just trying to ask questions about Paige.

Maybe. But how do questions lead to a gunfight?

Okay, I'll play. Um…

So, Simon killed Aaron.

Then why would he come down here?

This is the last place he'd want to be if he was smart.

Unless he had no choice.

He was afraid someone saw him, and that someone was down here.

Ingrid wasn't the only person shot last night.

-Luther was too. -

Maybe she was collateral damage.

Maybe Simon came here to silence Luther.

You need to tread carefully, Isaac. This is a man lawyered up to his eyeballs.

His wife's fighting for her life in the hospital, so he's…

Vulnerable?

If we want the truth out of Simon Greene,

we might not get a better chance than this.

Tattoos while you wait.

How else would you do it?

Hey, man, here's my arm.

Put a skull and crossbones on it. Be back in two.

Have you got one?

A tat?

You know I don't.

I haven't seen you in a while. Who knows what you might have done?

Don't go back, Dee Dee.

Let's talk about it properly when all this is over.

Hey.

-Remember to make it different. -Yeah, I know. You already told me.

-Damien. -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

-Seriously? -What are you doing? Get back.

-That's what you call different? -There's two in the chest. It's a robbery.

-Two, same as the last. -Nothing like the last.

-They're gonna know. -They're not gonna know.

-…completely different. Be more creative. -You're overthinking it. No--

Shit.

-He saw my face. -Right, get in the car.

For fuck's sake.

- -

Simon.

-Yvonne. -How is she?

Uh…

They say that the bullet

did a lot of damage.

Uh, Sam and Anya, where are they?

-Sam's at university. Anya's at home. -Okay, right. Um…

-I will go pick up Anya. You call Sam. -Wait. No. No.

You haven't told them, have you?

I don't want them to have to deal with it all.

Simon, listen. I would not put those kids through anything painful

that they didn't have to go through, but they should be with their mum, okay?

Yeah.

Okay, um…

Y-you get Anya. I'll call Sam.

Oh God. Oh God.

Come here. Come here.

I know my sister.

She will fight for you and for the kids.

I'll bring you some clean clothes as well.

-Jay. -Simon. I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.

-Any news? How is she? -She's, uh…

Well, she's out of surgery.

-Can I see her? -They're still settling her in ICU.

So that's not possible right now, I'm afraid.

No, Jay, please. I… I need to see her, please.

Someone commented on Henry's last Instagram post.

Uh… "We can't wait to see you next week."

Their account is private.

However, my associate, Lou,

has managed to ID the icon to a Lanford University student.

A student?

Does the name Paige Greene ring a bell?

Henry was talking to someone called Paige.

Abigail and I overheard him on the phone. We were in the next room.

We weren't snooping.

And Henry came in, and Abigail started teasing him, you know?

Um, "So, who's this Paige? Have you got yourself a girl, Henry?"

And he blew up.

Paige Greene meant something to him.

Something he didn't want to share.

Your call has been forwarded

to the mobile voicemail service, 077--

- How was he? -Desperate, understandably.

His son's missing.

So, what do you want from me?

He gave me something he found in Henry's room.

A flyer for a tattoo parlor.

"Tattoos While U Wait."

Which is strange because he said Henry hasn't got tattoos.

There's a mobile number scribbled on there,

but it goes straight to network voicemail. No name, nothing.

Can you look into it?

Send me the number, and I'll see what I can do. Anything else?

Yeah, Paige Greene, the name you found on his social media.

I need you to do one of your deep dives, find out more about her.

Okay.

Why don't you head over to my place? Go through things together.

Oh, sorry. There's somewhere I need to be.

Somewhere where?

Why not…

"I have to go shopping." "I have to get my hair dyed."

But "somewhere I have to be"?

Is it a new case?

It's nothing.

You don't keep new cases from me, Elena.

Yeah, well, this one I do.

- -

- Hello. -Hi.

- -Shit. Sorry.

I'm Ingrid.

I mean, you're Ingrid. I'm…

Jesus.

Hello, Jesus.

It's so nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you.

Read your book.

Can we rewind, please?

Well, we can pretend to. Do you want me to come through the door again?

No, you might make a run for it.

Hi, Ingrid.

I'm Simon.

Hello, Simon.

Simon?

Jay?

I just wanted to check you understood the update from Ingrid's doctor?

-Yeah, I think so. Yeah. -

Anya. Hey, hey, hey, hey. I'm sorry. It's all right, love.

Don't worry.

She's gonna be okay, though, right?

Um…

You remember Dr. Stanfield?

He's mum's friend. He's gonna help look after her.

So when's she gonna wake up?

Well, um, your mum's in an induced coma,

so the next 48 hours will be crucial.

And after that, they'll know more, but she's stable for now, okay?

Come over.

-Thanks for getting Anya here, Yvonne. - The kids need to be with her.

Mr. Greene?