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No, I actually think she was looking at you to be honest.

I think she was just doing her job.

-Shut up. -Funny.

I'll just... I'll roll with it.

Go with the flow, babe. Yeah. You know?

Oh, yeah. Michael, he said that

you can take off as long as we need on Saturday.

No, I won't be that late.

Well, we'll see.

So, maestro...

Daniel. His name's Daniel.

Oh, yeah. How long you been chauffeuring for then, Daniel?

Couple of years.

And are you full-time?

No. They just wheel me out for, you know, bespoke clients like yourselves.

We're honored.

Yeah, and I'm your personal protection for the evening as well.

Well, our very own walking Trojan.

Yeah, I've heard all the jokes, sir.

Ex-army.

-Police detective. -Oh, God. Are we under arrest?

-Not tonight. -Well, that's a relief.

Retired?

Still at it.

Well, what are you doing slumming with the likes of us then?

You know, gets me out of the office.

Oh, right. They've got you behind a desk, have they?

Still. I bet he's got some good stories, haven't you?

I'm just saying it's interesting.

Well, Kelly, it's like, you know what they say.

It's a young man's game.

Yeah.

Doesn't matter how fit you are.

-Criminals are always 18. -Tell me about it.

Still, I bet you've come across some dead bodies.

Jesus, Kel.

Goes with the trade, I'm afraid.

Really?

Well, come on then. Don't keep us hanging.

-See here, just off the high street? -Yeah.

-The next turning. Marcia Villas. -Uh-huh.

Going back a few years now. 2004, 2005.

Christmas Eve.

Fella's in on his own, watching the telly.

Wee lights twinkling on the Christmas tree, all that.

Anyway, thieves break in, rob the flat.

About 80 quid on him.

They gag him,

tie him up to his chair so he won't come after them.

And?

Well, they must have thought someone's bound to look in on him, aren't they?

I mean, it's Christmas, after all.

-Oh, no. -Nobody came.

New Year rolls in.

January.

In the end, the neighbors, you know.

-They smelled him? -Oh, no.

There he was, still tied to his chair.

Poor bastard.

Did you get 'em, at least?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we got them.

Over Christmas as well.

I suppose you gotta look on the bright side. At least he had the telly on.

Joke. I'm joking.

Well, come on then. Must have some more ghoulish tales for us.

I got a million.

Hello. Emergency services. Can I have your name, please?

Police.

Okay, I am gonna need a name first.

No names.

I need police.

Please. I need police.

They're back again. They've been parked there since I woke.

-Look. Mum. -I don't know what they're doing.

-Mum. -Or what they want.

Are there any markings on the van that you can see?

No.

Not that I... No.

I've got the number plate written down.

No, Mum. I can't keep doing this. You'll get me into trouble.

Maybe you should stop looking outside of the window for a while.

You know, you're working yourself up for literally no reason.

You don't know that.

I'm stuck here completely on my own.

I've got no one with me.

A bit of sympathy for your old mum would be nice.

Do you want the number plate or not?

Yeah. All right. Fire away.

-Have you got a pen? -No, it's all right. I'll remember.

You're so clever.

Yeah. All right.

It's A-E-6...

God's sake.

June. Cup of tea for you.

Thank you, sir. What's the catch?

There was an emergency call on last night's Command and Control log,

got flagged by the reviewer.

Domestic violence.

Needs a woman's touch.

Thank you for the tea.

Hi. I have a caller from a phone box off Hayes Lane

refusing to give her name.

-Time-waster? -Possibly.

I can't get any details from her. She's insistent she wants the police.

Okay. Got it.

Putting you through now.

Hello. My name is Jasmine.

-How can I help? -Police?

I am a police call handler. My name is Jasmine.

How can I help?

Okay. Can you talk?

Listen.

He says...

Who says?

-My boyfriend. -Your boyfriend?

I'm gonna need his name if...

Why do you people keep saying, "Give me name, give me name"?

No names.

Please.

Is he there?

No, but he's looking for me.

Are you safe?

Caller, did your boyfriend hurt you?

Yes.

He says he's going to kill me.

Okay. Just hold on one moment.

Andy, I've got a caller at a call box in Hackney.

Boyfriend's been violent tonight. He's threatening murder.

-Got it. -I'm sending you the address.

Okay. Dispatching a unit. Just keep her on the line.

-Hello, caller. -Hello.

-Stay where you are, all right? -Yes.

Do you have a mobile number I can call?

No. He threatened me. He hurt me.

-How did he... -With a knife.

All right. Stay with me, caller.

Falou.

We're on our way.

Wait, I have to tell you...

He had a girlfriend a long time ago.

-Same like me. -Okay, and...

That dumb bitch.

Never listen.

Never keep him, you know, happy.

He stabbed her many, many times with the same knife he put in me.

And now she's dead.

What was her name? Do you know?

And then he's bragging about it, you know?

Like, "If you don't treat me nice,

I'll get you the same way I got her."

Andy, where's the unit?

-Haven't they arrived? -No.

Okay, I'll find out and get back to you.

Hello. Caller?

Just... I need to tell you.

What?

There's a man in prison doing 24 years for killing her.

Please, if you could just give me your boyfriend's name.

No. And he keeps saying this guy in...

Whitecross.

He says he's such a loser and that...

Caller?

Hello? Caller, stay on the line.

Caller, hello?

Hello. Stay on the line. Caller.

Caller, stay on the line.

Hi, this is DS June Lenker.

I'm trying to trace a woman, possibly Hispanic,

-aged between 25 and 40. -Yeah.

-We're not sure, but we think... -Yeah, patterned hoodie and jeans.

-Hang on. One sec. -Yeah, that's right.

We think she may have attended an A&E last night, 10:00 p.m. onwards.

That's right.

Domestic violence.

Hi, Jasmine? My name's June Lenker.

This is just a follow-up from your anonymous caller

up in Hayes Lane last night.

Did you find her yet?

Well, we put out an area trace. There's nothing yet, but it's early days.

Look, I listened to the audio from your phone call.

But you spoke to her. You were there. So I have to ask...

Was it a hoax? Nah, no way.

So a definite threat to life?

-Yep. -Scale of one to five?

Four.

-Okay. -She said, "falou."

Falou?

It's Portuguese. Like, "okay".

So you think Portuguese?

Or Brazilian.

All right, I'll update the file.

Jasmine,

I think you were incredible, the way you dealt with her.

Really? I don't know. I thought maybe I pushed her too hard.

No, not at all. I think she just got spooked to be honest.

And what about the wrongful conviction, the woman he killed?

Oh, well.

First instance, let's find her, get her out of danger.

You didn't believe her?