You know, I couldn't do this without you.
DCI Banks What Will Survive
Season 5 - Episode 01 Part 1 of 2
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- Happy birthday, Alan. - What's this?
Vinyl?
- Nils Frahm! How did you know? - You said you liked it.
About six months ago! Thanks, Annie.
Hey, is that your mum and dad?
Yeah.
Is she taking you to the cleaners?
Every shop on the high street, and back home again.
You got my pork scratchings?
Why not just have a tub of lard?
Junk food's not as bad as you think.
For instance, these give you one percent of your RDA -
that's recommended daily allowance - of riboflavin.
Yeah, and 100 percent of your crap-food allowance.
Just... excuse me one minute.
David!
- You're early. - Conference call was cancelled.
- David! - You don't mind me crashing the party?
- No! Good to see you. - You, too.
- I'll be right back. - Top right.
I wasn't sure what to get.
I wanted, actually, to get you -
I said we'd only get you the wrong thing.
Or something you already had,
- so - - That's great, Mum.
- It's a bit impersonal. - It's lovely. Thanks.
Happy birthday, love!
Well, thanks for coming, you know - both of you.
Banks.
Where?
Right. I'm on my way.
They're here.
Bloke working on the railway was relieving himself.
Looks like a fox dug her up.
No ID on her, no wallet, no phone, nothing.
How long's she been in there?
Not long. A day, maybe.
Call MISPER. See if anyone matching her description's been reported.
From the contents of her stomach,
I'd say time of death was between 12 and 14 hours ago.
And, of course, blunt-force trauma here...
and here, consistent with her striking,
or being struck, by something heavy.
And that's what killed her?
The first one, no. Just knocked her out, I'd say.
That one killed her. What makes it interesting
is that traces of soil were found in her lungs.
Somewhere, between these blows, they tried to bury her.
While she was still alive?
Looks like it. Then they finished her off.
What are our chances of ID-ing her?
Not much to go on, I1m affraid.
No dental work, so no records to compare her to.
- Great. - Still,
it's not all bad news.
She had this tattoo on the base of her neck.
It must mean something. Find out what, Annie.
If she had it done locally, someone might remember her.
From the traces found on her fingers,
she'd been handling acetone, shellac and ethyl methacrylate,
substances found in nail bars and spas.
Maybe that's where she worked.
If so, someone's gonna miss her.
- There are nail bars everywhere. - Yeah,
she had a receipt in her jeans pocket,
- a chippy in Castleford. - That's where we start.
That's 20 miles away from where she was found.
25.
That's every nail bar, salon and spa within a ten-mile radius.
- Ken, you're with me. - I was on missing persons.
Now you're on nails.
Preliminary forensic report's in, sir.
We've got carpet fibres on her jersey.
Grey, nylon cut pile. Could be from a car.
And a male hair from under her fingernail.
Still has its root, so chances are it was pulled out.
- Any match in the DNA database? - No DNA match.
- What about swabs? - All negative, oral and vaginal.
No sperm, no lubricants, no spermicide.
She hadn't had sex - well, not recently.
Thanks, Tariq.
It's the Cross of Liberty. The tattoo.
It's Estonian. I've called 27 tattoo parlours.
None of them have heard of it. She probably had it done there.
If she's Estonian, others might remember her.
- It's a small community. - Yes.
And they have a social club in Castleford.
You're very chipper this morning!
- No sore head? - I'm a year older,
but my powers of recuperation have remained undimmed.
I know partners weren't invited.
- I'm sorry if David - - He didn't.
Listen, I don't want this to be a problem.
- It isn't. - Good.
He makes you happy, David?
I mean, before, he wasn't around,
and then he WAS around...
Yeah, he does. And it's right for Isla.
I know it's only been a couple of months, but she's...
she's happy, cos I am.
Good.
Looks like Katrin.
Do you know her surname?
She only came here occasionally.
- What happened? - She was murdered.
How well did you know her?
I-I didn't. She didn't talk much.
She would come in for a beer sometimes.
Did she come in with anyone? A boyfriend? Anything like that?
I never saw one.
She seemed... lonely.
Can you think of anyone who'd want to harm her?
She got into a fight. I know that.
There is this guy who yells at us sometimes outside.
"Eastern European scum, go home," things like that.
- And when was this? - Couple of days ago,
just around the corner. Katrin really went for him.
That's the lot.
My feet are killing me. I could do with a mani-pedi.
- Manicure and pedicure. - I know what it means.
They had a leaflet.
"Cuticle treatment.
"Leg and foot massage with hot oil
- "to nourish dry skin." - We need to widen the search.
According to Immigration, a Katrin Vesik arrived three weeks ago.
28, address in Pollu, a small town outside Tallinn.
Her mother's been contacted.
She's flying in to ID the body.
And I've got a lead on the bloke that Katrin hit.
His name's Shane Harris. Watch this.
That's Katrin Vesik in Castleford High Street.
Bit of verbal from Harris.
Bloody hell!
That'll learn you!
Yeah, that's Katrin.
How long had she worked here?
Not long. A couple of week.
- Did she mention any problems? - No.
- Boyfriend trouble? - No.
- Money worries? - We didn't talk.
Sorry. Sorry.
Through there, Robbie.
I'll need to speak to everyone who works here.
- Well, we're pretty busy. - Somewhere quiet, please.
- Shane Harris? - No, I'm Brad Pitt.
DS Cabbot. This is DC Lang. We want a word.
- Yeah, well, I don't. - Won't take a minute.
Just wanna ask you a few questions.
- Let go! - Calm down.
Don't touch me, you filthy Paki!
Are you all right down there, Brad?
She just went for me.
She was crazy. I wasn't doing nothing!
Apart from telling them all to go home?
I had a job once.
I was a mechanic.
Got all my qualifications, NVQs, the lot.
Worked in a little garage, yeah? Pretty soon,
I was the only one speaking English.
Poles, Czechs, you name it.
Then my boss wants me to take a pay cut!
I say no, and guess what?
I get replaced by a Bulgarian who's cheaper.
And how was that Katrin Vesik's fault?
- Where were you Tuesday night? - You don't think I -
- Where were you, then? - At home!
- All night? - Yeah.
- Anybody verify that? - No.
Listen, I might want people like her out the country.
I don't want 'em dead!
- I didn't know her. - Even though you work with her?
I don't do nails, just shampooing, sweeping up.
We're meant to chat with clients, not each other.
Still, lunchtime? On your break?
No.
- Not even a quick chat? - I told you!
I got to get back to work.
Yes. Yes, of course. I'm leaving now.
Katrin Vesik. I ran her name.
- No-one's reported her missing. - OK.
But she made a report.
She filed a missing-persons report
on her sister Annika, here, three weeks ago.
She was looking for her sister?
- Yeah. - OK. Well, see where that leads you.
I have to go to hospital. My mum's had a stroke.
Excuse me. I'm Alan Banks.
- I'm looking for my mother. - Your father's with her now.
- Good. - Have you made arrangements for removal,
or would you like us to do it for you?
- I'm sorry? - As I said to your father,
We'll have to conduct an examination,
just to determine the cause of death.
- Ida Banks. She had a stroke. - Yeah, but then she...
Didn't your dad call you?
It happened half an hour ago. It was very quick.
There was nothing we could do.
I-I thought you'd been told.
I'm really sorry.
Dad?
I wasn't here.
I went to get her some... water.
I never even got to say goodbye.
Your funeral directors can take the body tomorrow after the post-mortem.
Here are some useful numbers and organizations
if you or your dad need to talk.
Thank you.
We have your mother's belongings.
Dad will want them.
He doesn't wanna leave her.
Is that OK?
Yeah, it's fine. We'll look after him.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Alan! How's your mum?
Hey!
She died, Annie.
Oh, no!
I'm so sorry.
Katrin Vesik's mother's arrived. She's with a translator.
- I can do the - - No, no.
She's travelled all this way. Come on.
Mrs. Vesik, this is DCI Banks.
Thank you for coming.
She was going to study medicine.
A scholarship.
This is Annika's fault.
The sister?
She was always in trouble.
Boys.
Then drugs.
Take your time.
S-Sorry.
My girls.
Last summer.
Soon after that, Annika came here.
For a while she kept in touch.
And then...
- .. nothing. - She just stopped?
Yes. Yes.
Katrin was worried.
So she followed her here.
We'll need Katrin's mobile number and her address.
- Yes. Yes. - Do you have Annika's, too?
No, no, no.
Find my baby girl.
- I've lost one. - Please...
I can't lose another.
Annika Vesik.
What did she get mixed up in?
She was a drug user. She didn't have much money.
- You think she's still alive? - We're hoping.
Let's check shelters, hospitals, morgues, needle exchanges.
Anywhere an addict might go for help.
We've got Katrin's mobile number.
It's a pay-as-you-go. Get on to her provider, Ken.
Get them to pull out her records.
If we can get Annika's number of Katrin`s phone,
- we might be able to triangulate it. - If it hasn't been destroyed.
Thank you, Ken! Thanks, everyone. That's all.
You know you don't need to be here.
No-one'd think badly of you.
- I'm fine. - Right!
Katrin Vesik's flat. You coming?
Alan?
What do you think we're looking at?
- Burglary? - Dunno.
It's hard to tell if anything's been taken.
Maybe Katrin disturbed them.
Or this is where she was grabbed.
We've looked at both sisters' social-media sites,
Facebook, Twitter feeds, Instagram,
- the lot. - And?
Nothing so far. Annika's last post was a Facebook two months ago.
Katrin put up a load of messages about finding Annika,
last one eight days ago.
Keep looking.
And, boss...
Sorry to hear about your mum.
- Anyway, I just - - And I appreciate it, Ken.
Anything?
The guide book we found at Katrin Vesik's flat -
there was a partial thumbprint, not hers.
We ran it. Found a match.
Jodie Nash.
She's worked at the salon for about six months.
She said she knew nothing about Katrin Vesik.
Drug addict. Got nine months for possession, but
reduced for getting treatment.
We spoke to her drugs project. She stopped going about four months ago.
You think she's using again?
I saw recent track marks,
so I'd say she's got a habit to feed.
Why lie about knowing Katrin Vesik?
Katrin's phone records.
We got Annika's number from the texts,
but there's no activity. Nothing for six weeks.
But we did find this. On the night Katrin died,
she made a 999 call.
Emergency. Which service - fire, ambulance or police?
The police. I need the police.
- I need to tell them - - Caller, where are you?
Oh, God!
If you need an emergency service and cannot speak,
please press the five key twice now.
When was that call logged?
22:06. There wasn't time to trace it.
A few hours later, she's dead.
So she comes over here, she's looking for her sister.
She goes to work in a nail bar.
What happened to her? Why's she calling 999?
- You think Jodie Nash knows? - Well, she's obviously hiding something.
Maybe she was helping Katrin find Annika.
Maybe she knows where Annika is, or at least what happened.
- You want us to pull her in? - No, not yet.
I wanna find out what she does, where she goes, who she sees.
You and Tariq watch her, starting tonight.
I wanna see where she takes us. Thanks.
I think we're on.
There's Jodie.
Looks like they're gonna wait for her.
Dad?
Just... put this here.
Do you mind if I take these home with me?
Help yourself.
If you like, I can phone people,
tell them what time the funeral is.
I can do that.
- I can come up tomorrow. - No need.
Don't bother yourself.
Dad...
Just make sure you shut the front door properly
on your way out.
It sticks.
A car picks Jodie up at 8:30, drops her at the Royal Cedar hotel.
The car waits.
- Where did she go afterwards? - Back home.
- No other appointments. - So she's definitely on the game.
Maybe Katrin and Annika were, too.
We went back to the hotel later. No-one recognised them there.
The manager was shocked that such a thing was happening.
Of course!
What about the driver?
The car was registered to a Michael Osgood.
Hang on!
I've seen them before.
They were at the salon, making deliveries.
Right. You're with me. Annie, pick up Jodie Nash.
Morning, Jodie.
His dad's coming. Run!
What are you doing? What are you playing at?
Let him go! Please.
Shit! Have you told anyone about this?
Reported them once before.
The next day they got him on his own, cornered him.
- He's autistic. - They do that, too?
A couple of days ago.
I'm DCI Banks, Mr. Osgood.
- This is DI Morton. - How'd you know my name?
We just wanna ask you a few questions.
Do you know Katrin Vesik?
Hey, hey!
It's all right. Robbie, it's all right. We're done. We're done.
Why did you lie about not knowing Katrin Vesik?
What about her sister, Annika? You know her, too?
Do you know where she is?
You need to start talking.
When do you next need to score, Jodie?
I've got...
.. 22 hours, 41 minutes before I need to release you.
How long have YOU got?
- Annika worked in the salon. - With her sister?
She'd gone before Katrin arrived.
- Where is she now? - No idea!
Annika was messed up.
Drugs and stuff.
A few of the punters started to complain.
- She was an escort too. - Yeah, until they fired her.
Annika went batshit.
She lost it completely. She needed the money.
She was just yelling her head off in the street, and...
next thing I know, she's gone.
- Where? - I don't know!
She just wasn't in the salon anymore. Maybe she left town.
Who are "they"?
You said, "They fired her". Who?
Annika's missing, Jodie.
She could be in real danger.
Her sister was killed looking for her.
Help her while you still can.
Help me.
Did you know Katrin well?
Robbie!
Is that a Hermann, a spur-thigh or a Home's hinge-back?
It... It's a spur-thigh.
My boys have got a tortoise.
- We used to give him dandelions. - N-N-Not the stems, though.
No. They're poisonous, aren't they? Does he have a name?
Buzz.
- When did you last see Katrin? - A few nights ago.
- How well did you know her? - I met her at the salon.
- She was nice to Robbie. - Was she a prostitute?
No. She wasn't like that.
What about her sister? What about Annika?
- Yeah, for a while. - But not now?
And where's Annika now?
I don't know.
But you were helping Katrin find her.
I did what I could. It weren't much.
- What about Robbie? Did he help her? - No.
But they were friends!
Not like that.
- Where was he Tuesday night? - Oh, come on!
We were both here. All night.
And you can prove that?
We had a pizza delivered.
It's hard, though, isn't it - getting picked on.
Still, you got friends...
like Katrin.
How well did you know her, Robbie?
She were my best friend.
When was the last time you saw her?
It's all right.
Don't, Robbie.
- Who pays you? - What?
To drive the girls around.
Who's making their money off them?
It's all right, Robbie!
It's OK.
- Don't be daft. Stop. - Robbie!
I was asking him about the night Katrin died.
Not anymore, you're not.
Who pays you to drive the girls, Michael?
- I want you to leave. - When I get an answer.
Who runs the girls? I need a name!
Jason McCready. Now get lost!
Come on, son. Come on.
I've got you. It's all right. It's all right.
Who are you?
DCI Banks. I'm looking for Jason McCready.
Yeah, that's me.
- Do you know Annika Vesik? - Who?
- She's one of your prostitutes. - Escorts.
I run a legitimate business.
I offer adult company for an hour for dinner, whatever.
- They're prostitutes. - No,
No, cos if two consenting adults wanna take things further,
then, I can hardly stop them, can I?
You know where she is?
I wish I did. She owes me money.
- What about her? Do you know her? - Should I?
That's her sister, Katrin.
- She worked in your salon. - Lots of girls work there.
I said "worked", Mr. McCready.
She was murdered.
I'm sorry to hear that. But it's got nowt to do with me.
Where does all this end up?
Pies.
Helen?
I've been talking to Robbie's occupational therapist.
- And? - On top of the autism,
he's got obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He formed a very strong attachment to Katrin Vesik.
What if it got out of hand,
she wasn't interested and he lost his temper?
The same could be said of Michael Osgood -
ferrying all those girls around, lonely, no wife.
I think they're hiding something.
Tread carefully,
OK?
Sorry about your mum.
Thank you.
When my dad died, everyone said, "Oh, it's for the best."
"He's gone to a better place."
Only it wasn't, and he hadn't.
I mean, we all know there isn't any... you know.
Heaven.
It's all just a construct to help answer basic existential doubts.
Thank you, Helen.
- It gets better. That much I do know. - Thank you.
The McCreadys have quite an empire.
Scrap metal, the salon, meat processing,
holiday homes - all legit and above-board,
all owned by Maureen McCready, the mum.
Jason runs them for her.
You think he runs the girls for her, too?
Hey! Easy!
- Easy! - Kitchen!
Maureen McCready?
- And you are? - DCI Banks. DS Cabbot.
You better come in.
When Jason's dad passed away, he left me these businesses.
At first I was just gonna sell them. Then I thought, no.
He'd worked so hard building 'em up, it'd be wrong.
They were his legacy. Do you see?
I don't really have much of a head for business.
Jason, though, is a natural.
- You sure you won't have one? - Fine, thanks.
You really should ask him.
We have.
Then, I'm sure he's told you.
We've never had any trouble with the law,
and I'm not about to start.
Sorry, love. Never seen her before.
Well...
.. she was one of your son's prostitutes.
You have a job to do. I understand that.
And I'm sorry to hear about this poor girl.
But I have five different businesses,
each with their own headaches.
I don't worry too much about the day-to-day stuff,
hiring and firing and whatnot.
I let Jason do that.
His blood pressure's lower.
- Can I help? - Pretty comprehensive.
Tell me again when it happened.
Tuesday night. Late.
And you and Robbie were both at home?
That's right. Came out, it was already alight.
Anyone see who did it?
- They never do. - Robbie home?
He's dropping some stuff off at the salon.
- So, Robbie drives? - Yeah.
His problems are more...
social than being able to do things.
Like making friends. People confuse him.
Makes him vulnerable.
But driving, he does that well.
Just don't use him if you want something delivered quickly.
Why?
Well, I don't think Robbie's gonna get a speeding ticket any time soon.
Just the two of you?
Becky walked out on us a few years ago.
We got over it. Now it's just us.
- So, what's Robbie driving? - My car.
I borrow that from work. Borrowed.
You're lucky they didn't torch both cars.
Mine was in the garage that night.
New brake linings.
What colour carpet did this have?
Grey. Why?
Robbie said Katrin was his best friend.
And that's all she was.
Don't you think he might've felt differently?
Maybe misread signs, got confused.
Does he still struggle with his temper?
I spoke to his therapist. She says he lashes out sometimes.
Robbie likes order.
And when things don't do what they're supposed to do,
- he gets frustrated. - Pens that don't write,
scissors that don't cut, that sort of thing?
- That's right. - What about people?
I'd like you and Robbie to come down to the station tomorrow.
- Why? - I wanna talk to Robbie.
I'll need him to give a DNA sample.
You may want a solicitor present.
I built this business, Jason -
with no help from your waste-of-space father.
He was too busy chasing women!
I did it all by myself. Built the business up from nothing.
And how? By making sure I didn't do anything stupid.
By knowing where to draw the line,
and by knowing what stupid nonsense to stay clear of!
Tarts, Jason!
Police have got nothing, Mum. I promise.
Don't. Don't eat it now. Take some -
Hey! Robbie, Robbie, come on.
You wait here.
Go away! Leave us alone!
Come on, run!
See you in a bit, Robbie!
Robbie...
I'm - I'm sorry.
That's OK.
- I-I tried to stop. - I know.
You... You - You... You're not mad?
Never.
I'm sorry.
You don't ever have to apologise to me.
OK?
Come here.
Hello.
You've reached Ida and Arthur - or, should I say, Arthur and Ida.
I'm afraid we can't talk right now,
so if you'd like to leave a message,
we'll talk to you as soon as we can.
Hose roll, now! Get some pressure!
Get around the back.
- More pressure! Come on! - We're checking the house.
- Check down there. - You got him?
- You OK? - Yeah.
- There's one more inside. - OK.
Neighbours reported seeing the flames around midnight.
They managed to get Michael Osgood out before the whole place went up.
~ Robbie? ~ Never stood a chance.
How soon before I get to speak to Michael?
He's pretty bad. They said they'd call the minute he wakes up.
It was arson.
Preliminary investigations revealed traces of accelerant at the scene,
specifically white spirit on the floor of the hall and the inside of the front door
and the remains of fireworks used to ignite it.
So this is what - a prank that went wrong?
That's one possibility. But Michael Osgood was also due
to bring his son Robbie in here for an interview this morning.
Maybe someone didn't want them to share what they knew.
I'm going to want the ex-wife's address.
We're looking at two avenues.
One, we look at Michael and Robbie Osgood
in connection with Katrin Vesik's murder.
We find out all we can about them.
Michael Osgood did time.
So, known associates, anything...
And, two, we treat them both as separate for now,
which means we get those kids who tormented the Osgoods in here.
And we put the fear of God in them.
That's all, everyone. Thanks.
Ken, I just want to go through this.
~ Anything on Annika Vesik? ~ Not yet.
OK.
If she's out there, we'll find her.
She's over there.
Thanks.
I knew something like this would happen.
The fire?
Summat bad.
Because of the bullying?
Because when you get sucked into Jason McCready's world,
shit always happens.
May I ask why you left Michael?
Cos nothing ever changed.
When we first got together, Jason was throwing Michael scraps of work.
He just wanted to keep his head above water...
.. especially when Robbie came along.
He did time for handling stolen goods.
Doing someone a favour.
That's what he does.
Favours.
When he got out, Michael promised me it'd be different.
That we'd move away, start again.
But Jason was still there.
I couldn't take it.
Not any more.
Did Michael ever talk about someone called Annika?
~ No. ~ What about Katrin?
Who are they? Jason's tarts?
Michael said he was helping Katrin.
Sounds about right.
He was always a sucker for a sob story.
He's a nice guy.
That's why I married him.
He were lovely, Michael.
Always polite. Always took really good care of his kid.
~ Then they do this. ~ Why do think it was deliberate?
I don't... I've no idea.
The kids that bullied Michael and Robbie, do they live round here?
I just need a name.
A young man was killed in that house.
That's murder.
Gary. Gary McCready.
Gary McCready?
Ow!
Ohh!
~ In you go. ~ Mrs McCready?
~ What are you doing here? ~ Just looking out for my grandson.
Get in.
~ He's Jason McCready's son? ~ Nephew.
~ Keep me posted. ~ Will do.
~ Shellfish? ~ Yes.
I apprehended the suspect, applying reasonable force
and by taking advantage of the circumstances at the time.
~ Using a bag of cockles? ~ Yes.
~ Where's Annie? ~ She got a foot in the face.
~ Is she OK? ~ The hospital are checking for concussion. She'll be fine.
I'm going over there anyway, get an update on Michael Osgood.
Right.
He's told you, he didn't start any fire.
~ What about the car? ~ What car?
Someone torched Michael Osgood's estate car.
~ He didn't do that either. ~ I'm asking HIM.
~ It wasn't me. ~ There you go.
This is a statement made by the owner of a hardware store
~ half a mile from your home. ~ So?
He says he sold Gary three litres of white spirit three days ago.
Yeah. I use it to clean my paintbrushes.
~ Really? ~ It's not illegal to buy white spirit.
No, but you can start a hell of a fire with it.
Is that all you've got? Bloke in an overall and a bit of guesswork.
Mrs McCready, you're in this room as the appropriate adult.
Unless my questions are confusing, repetitive or oppressive...
And they're not, are they?
No. I didn't think so.
.. you don't get to interrupt, you don't offer legal advice
and you let me conduct this interview as I see fit.
All right?
~ So where is it? ~ Where's what?
~ The white spirit you bought. ~ It's gone.
You must have a lot of brushes.
Maybe...
it was that retard did it.
He's thick as shit. You ever think of that?
OK, Gary. This is what's going to happen.
We're going to lock you up in a cell while we continue to gather evidence.
Because I think you started that fire
that killed Robbie Osgood.
Manslaughter, Gary, at the very least.
Although between you and me,
I'll be pressing for murder.
Aw, don't be sad.
Yeah, I'll call you later.
OK. All right.
All right, bye, then. Bye.
~ You're smoking. ~ You're not so bad yourself.
~ You OK? ~ Cheers.
All his life Robbie's had to put up with that sort of crap.
They single you out, and the pack just...
Let's get the rest of Gary's little posse in here, see if we can rattle a few cages.
Pretty weird, though. Torching the house of someone who works for your uncle.
Not if Uncle Jason told him to do it.
Let's get him to cough to the fire first. Then we'll see.
David...
Any news?
They're looking at her now.
~ Dress-down Friday, is it? ~ Training in my lunch hour.
Ironman triathlon in three months.
Ironman?
Regular triathlon not hard enough for you, eh?
~ Do you run? ~ Run? Me?
No. I just jump...
to conclusions.
~ You OK? ~ Totally.
You had me worried.
Alan, you didn't need to come.
No, no, I'm actually here to see Michael Osgood.
No, I wasn't... I just thought I'd pop down and see that you're OK.
~ And I am... OK, that is. ~ Good.
I will see you tomorrow.
~ Nice of him. ~ Yeah, wasn't it?
Hello? Hello, it's me.
It's Annika.
You have to help me.
Please...
Come and get me. I... I don't know who else!
Ryan Cookson, he's in your gang, isn't he?
~ Maybe. ~ Yeah, we've been talking to him.
He lasted about a whole five minutes before dropping you right in it.
Told us all about the fireworks you put through Michael Osgood's letterbox last night.
White spirit AND fireworks.
Traces of both were found by the fire investigators.
Let me make it easy for you. You wanted to give them a scare,
so you poured white spirit through their letterbox.
~ No. ~ Then you set off the fireworks.
Maybe you didn't expect it to burn as fast as it.
~ That didn't happen. ~ Eyewitness statements,
physical evidence, a history of attacks.
I think we've got enough, don't you?
Hey...
Yeah, we did the fireworks, yeah.
But that was earlier,
around teatime.
Just a few fireworks.
~ What about the white spirit? ~ I didn't put it in the letterbox.
~ I used it on his car. ~ And this was when?
Tuesday evening. We waited till Robbie got back
and they'd gone to sleep, and then we burned the car.
~ So Robbie was out on Tuesday night? ~ Yeah.
What time did he get back?
The offie opposite had just closed. So about 11.
All right.
Michael Osgood was home the night Katrin died.
The pizza delivery and now Gary McCready give him an alibi.
But Robbie wasn't there. His father lied about that.
~ Why? ~ You mean apart from the obvious?
You know that hair they recovered from Katrin's body...
Get on to the lab. See how hard it is to get DNA from a burnt corpse.
On the night that Katrin died,
you told us that Robbie was at home with you.
I've just had a phone call from my colleague.
We now have a witness who says that they saw him return home in YOUR car
around 11pm.
Do you want to tell me why those two accounts are so different?
I didn't...
I didn't want you to think...
.. that he'd had anything to do with...
what happened to her.
So where had he been?
Just driving.
He likes to drive.
He likes the rules.
What you can and can't do.
A place for everything. Order.
He shouldn't have died alone.
Not like that.
Not without me.
My son...
My son.
Yes. Ken, what is it?
About 40 minutes. Why?
What?
They were looking for a murder weapon.
One of them noticed the ground had been disturbed.
Nothing in the pockets, nothing nearby. No ID.
Just like before.
White male. No distinguishing features and, as yet, no known cause of death.
From the rate of decay, their best guess is he was buried about three months ago.
OK. So that's where we start with the MISPERS reports.
Think he was put there by the same person that killed Katrin Vesik?
I'd say there was a good chance.
Any more bodies out here?
Mid-50s I'd say. Malnourished.
His hair and nails show signs of vitamin deficiency -
longitudinal ridging, that sort of thing.
So I wouldn't set too much store by his diet.
He didn't take very good care of himself at all.
He had an impacted molar which should have been seen to and wasn't. Must've hurt like hell.
Any distinguishing features?
No nice tattoos, I'm afraid. Unfortunately, with this one,
we're past the point of getting useable prints.
~ Cause of death? ~ That's the interesting bit.
There's no sign of trauma, no entry or exit wounds, no ligature marks.
But I did find signs of coronary thrombosis.
~ He died of a heart attack? ~ I'd say so.
Why bury someone who'd died of natural causes?
~ Oh, you needn't do that. ~ I know.
I haven't lost the use of my legs, you know...
I'm quite capable of going down the shops.
Except you haven't, have you?
You look like you've been living off cheese and crackers.
So?
I don't need help or charity.
It's a bit Wallace and Gromit, isn't it?
Don't you condescend me.
I wasn't.
~ You're loving this, aren't you? ~ Dad, please.
All because we were closer to Roy than you.
And whose fault was that?
At least your brother made the effort.
YOU, you just pissed off.
Joined the police.
Roy's gone, Dad, just like Mum.
It's just you and me now.
We're all that we've got left.
Sentimental crap.
You never came here when your mother was alive.
So why bother now?
~ I want you to leave. ~ I'm sorry.
Now!
Morning. How's the walking wounded?
Stumbling but upright.
Nice of him to give you a lift.
Tandem got a puncture, has it?
No, he insisted.
Obviously I'm not capable of catching the bus.
Obviously!
You probably shouldn't have come to the hospital yesterday.
I was in the building. I was just giving a bit of moral support.
~ I was fine. ~ OK.
But thanks.
For bothering.
Annie, I was wondering...
You see, tomorrow's Mum's funeral, and I just...
~ It wouldn't be for very long. ~ You want me to come?
Well, I could probably do with the moral support myself.
I can't.
~ I'm sorry. ~ Boss...
Duty sergeant just called up.
Uniforms picked up Shane Harris an hour ago.
~ Fighting migrants again? ~ Dealing smack.
He wants to see you.
This girl Annika you're looking for.
Maybe I can help you wi' that.
Fancy a bit of bargaining, do you?
You were caught with a pocketful of baggies -
possession with intent to supply.
You think you've got some wiggle room?
~ She called me. ~ Annika?
Yesterday.
~ Why would she call you? ~ I'm her dealer.
~ What did she say? ~ She wanted me to come and get her.
~ Where was she? ~ She didn't say.
She sort of cried out.
There was some scuffling noise
and then nothing.
Come on, that's got to be worth something, hasn't it?
So, according to Shane Harris's phone records,
he received a call from here yesterday.
Where's she been? What's she been doing?
Looks like there's been a fight.
So, if someone took her from here,
they can only have gone in one of two directions.
Let's find the CCTV cameras -
public, private, I don't care.
I want to know who was on this road yesterday and where they went.
OK, thanks.
Initial forensics on the body are back.
Soil samples from his boots match the ones taken from Katrin Vesik's shoes,
which we know don't match where they were buried.
~ So they were both recently in the same location. ~ Yeah.
I think we've got something.
We think Annika Vesik was taken yesterday from a phone box on the Heston Road.
There's no CCTV on this stretch of road.
But half a mile east of the phone box,
there's a private security camera installed on a pub being renovated
and a mile to the west there's another camera on a farm.
So we've got a mile-and-a-half stretch with no turnings or side roads.
Cars go by THIS camera
and, a few minutes later, there they are,
passing by here, both directions, as you'd expect.
Except this one.
It passes the farm, but at the pub - nothing.
Instead, eight minutes later, it goes back past the farm the way it came.
~ So it turned round. ~ At exactly the same time
Annika was making her call to Shane Harris.
~ The Sierra - have you got a number? ~ Only a partial.
The plate's obscured by mud.
Just spoken to the DVLA. We've got a match with 14 Sierras in the Greater Yorkshire area,
and one of them belongs to Jason McCready.
You again?
~ What do you want? ~ Where's Annika Vesik?
~ I've no idea. ~ You've got no idea? ~ No idea.
~ All right... ~ You can't just go where you like!
Yeah?
This warrant says that I can.
Mr McCready, I think we need to have a chat.
Check round the corner, Annie.
~ Annika! ~ So what have you done with Annika?
You took her from that phone box, didn't you?
~ We know you were there. ~ We've got you on CCTV,
~ heading towards the phone box, then coming back a few minutes later. ~ So?
I forgot my phone. I turned round, go back and get it.
~ So you don't deny it was you? ~ Why would I?
So you just happened to be on the exact same road at the exact same time Annika was snatched.
It's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?
~ Jason! ~ Mr McCready, if you'd like to stay here with us, thank you.
Looks deserted.
It does, doesn't it?
So why the new padlock?
Annie, hold that for me.
Thanks.
Dear Christ!
Police. Don't be scared.
It's all right.
Does anyone here speak English?
I'm looking for Annika.
It's OK. Don't be scared.
It's all right. Police.
It's OK. It's all right. It's all right. We're not going to hurt you.
It's OK.
~ Can anyone here speak English? ~ Calm down.
Does anyone know Annika Vesik?
~ Anyone? ~ I'm Annika.
Jason McCready, I'm arresting you for offences related to forced labour
and for the kidnapping and false imprisonment of Annika Vesik.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Mind how you go.
He had them working here, the meat-processing plant, all over.
Said if they complained, he'd take them out to the woods and they wouldn't come back.
~ Did you talk to Annika? ~ Katrin found her.
Nearly got her out. Annika said they heard shouting.
Katrin ran off. After that, nothing.
When I first arrived, Jason gave me the job in the salon.
But I needed money.
He said there was a way.
~ To be a prostitute? ~ Yes. I didn't want to.
But I had no choice. The drugs...
The men complained.
~ Said I was no good. ~ So he got rid of you?
But I needed the money.
~ I got angry. ~ What did you do?
Shouted at him.
Yelled in the street.
He made me work at the farm instead.
Living in that shit hole.
I prayed...
for help.
For it to end.
And then Katrin...
It's all my fault.
Thank you.
Katrin Vesik was looking for her sister
~ and found out about the slaves, didn't she? ~ No comment.
That's why she was killed, wasn't it?
~ To shut her up. ~ No comment.
Do you know what the Coroners and Justice Act is?
He does.
It makes forced labour a criminal offence.
It's what's going to bring you down, Maureen.
How's your blood pressure now?
I had no knowledge of the day-to-day running of the business.
There is no proof I had any involvement
in the decision to hire these workers, no evidence of any sort.
I am innocent of all charges.
So just hang your own kid out to dry.
Is that how it works with you?
For the benefit of the recording, DCI Banks has just entered the room.
Your mum's just abandoned you, Jason.
She's denying everything.
She's letting you carry this one all by yourself.
~ No, she wouldn't. ~ She just did.
So tell us about the man who died of a heart attack.
Who was he? Was he one of your slaves?
Cos we know he was at the farm.
We matched the soil found on his boots.
Keels over, dead.
Which is a problem cos now you've got a body to get rid of.
You can't just dump him anywhere. Too risky.
So you bury him, like he didn't exist, except he did.
He was real.
You just threw him away like he was rubbish.
You do the same thing with Katrin?
We know that she was at the farm too.
She came to rescue Annika.
You couldn't very well let that happen, could you?
You could save everyone time, Jason.
Costly trial. It would certainly be taken into consideration.
Just tell us what you did.
Katrin Vesik knew everything, didn't she?
So you had to stop her.
So you killed her and you buried her.
The same place that you'd dumped the other body.
It wasn't me.
Then who was it?
Robbie Osgood.
Katrin had brought him...
~ .. to drive 'em, I suppose. ~ But you caught them?
At first I thought they were nicking equipment,
so I chased them into one of t'barns.
She climbed up into t'loft and I followed up the stairs
and then she just went... She went for me.
She hit me with this iron bar.
And Robbie, he were shouting and crying.
So he ran up, just as she were going to hit me again.
And then Robbie pulled her away
and they were on the edge of t'loft
and she kind of lost her footing and fell
and hit the floor.
Blood everywhere and she weren't breathing.
So, Robbie, he just went mental, apologising over and over.
'I'm sorry. I'm sorry.' Poor kid were terrified.
So I told him to calm down, that we could sort this,
but she needed to be moved.
So I told him where to take her.
So, yeah, I saw her die.
But I didn't kill her.
Robbie did.
We've got a match with the hair found on Katrin's body.
Robbie Osgood's?
So that makes the fire... what?
If Robbie killed Katrin and knew about the slaves,
what if Jason didn't trust him to keep his mouth shut?
And got his nephew to start the fire?
Boss, you need to see this.
We've been digging around Gary McCready's gang.
Social networking sites, tweets, DMs, endless buddy stuff,
photos, videos, you name it.
It's not just stuff they upload themselves.
There are also links to other posts.
One of Gary's friends 'liked' this from another group of kids on the estate.
Some kind of stupid drinking challenge.
A bunch of different recordings dotted around the internet -
I've collected them all.
That's outside Michael Osgood's house.
The night of the fire. I've gone through all the clips, putting them in time order.
That's the house there.
These were shot between 11 and 11:55,
and none of these kids has approached the house.
Now watch.
See the flames through the door?
That's the fire starting in the hallway.
There's no-one outside. There's no kids near the door.
So Gary McCready was telling the truth.
And either Michael or Robbie Osgood burnt their own house down.
We know the fire was started inside the house.
The fireworks were thrown in earlier, weren't they?
So who poured the white spirit?
Who lit the fire, Michael?
When Robbie came home that night,
he was crying.
So scared.
He hadn't meant to.
But she was dead.
Did he say what happened to the body?
He said Jason had known what to do.
He wasn't making much sense.
'My fault,' he kept saying.
'Sorry, Dad.
Sorry.'
I knew it'd only be a matter of time before you...
It only took a few questions before Robbie broke down the other day.
And that was at home.
How long would it take in a proper interview before he confessed?
But even so...
with Robbie's problems...
He'd still be competent to stand trial.
He'd still do time.
He's so...
.. tender.
I mean, you've seen how them kids prey on him.
Prison...
I've been there.
I know.
I couldn't abandon him like that.
So it was just us.
A team.
Did everything together.
We'd do this together.
I made him his favourite tea.
Pasta parcels.
And I put a sleeping pill in his drink.
I lay beside him as he slept.
Told him he was special.
Everything was going to be OK...
.. and that he was loved.
Afterwards, when he was asleep...
.. I crept out of the room.
It only took a moment to start the fire.
And when I knew it had caught...
.. I went back to be with him.
I...
I wasn't meant to be rescued.
Are you sure about this?
Do you really believe Robbie could take Katrin
and when he saw she was still alive, while he was burying her, that he could then kill her in cold blood?
~ He panicked. ~ What about the physical evidence?
The hair that Karin must have pulled out belonged to Robbie.
~ Doesn't make him the killer. ~ Changing your tune, aren't you?
~ Just keeping an open mind. ~ What about Michael's statement?
Robbie doesn't have an alibi while Jason McCready can put him at the scene.
And if I was Jason and I'd killed Katrin, who better to blame than the one person who can't answer back?
Everyone else gets their say except for Robbie.
Who speaks for him?
Robbie Osgood could never have buried Katrin Vesik.
~ Why not? ~ Speed.
Robbie was obsessive compulsive and he was obsessed with safety.
His therapist said he checked his tyre pressures before and after every journey.
Sometimes he'd arrive at a destination
and immediately have to retrace his steps to make sure he hadn't hit anyone.
And Michael Osgood said that Robbie never drove anywhere fast.
~ He'd never break the speed limit. ~ Even with a body to bury?
~ I think I'd make an exception. ~ Yes, but this is OCD.
Proper full-blown clinical obsession.
It's a real mental illness.
So he drove slowly. So what?
Right, here's the farm.
Here's where Katrin was buried.
We know the time she made the 999 call.
We know Robbie Osgood came home just after 11.
So between those two times, we're saying Katrin was injured,
taken to where she was murdered and buried.
Now, that's a round trip of 43 miles in a maximum of 57 minutes.
But the speed limit was 30mph for 18 of those miles,
40 for a further 12
and 60 for just 13.
So even if she was hurt immediately after she made the call,
even if we could give Robbie the maximum amount of time, it doesn't matter what route he took,
Robbie could never have made the roundtrip in the time.
He wasn't capable of it. He wouldn't break the speed limit.
~ It's a reach, Helen. ~ I don't think so.
What if I'm right? What if it was Jason?
I want a proper look at his car.
We've been over every inch of your car...
.. and the carpet fibres in your boot
exactly match the ones found on Katrin's clothes.
And we found traces of her blood in there too
and a partial bloody footprint you left in the footwell on the driver's side.
It was you who took Katrin Vesik to that wasteland.
After all, you'd already used it once.
And it was you who murdered her.
No.
It was Robbie.
You knew that she was still alive after she fell.
But you convinced Robbie that he'd killed her.
And you made him believe he was guilty because it suited you.
The only problem was you had to finish the job away from him.
So you sent Robbie home
and then you dumped Katrin in the boot of your car.
How's your story looking now?
Katrin Vesik. Annika Vesik.
Robbie Osgood.
Prostitutes, slaves.
Cheap, disposable lives. That's what you think, isn't it?
I've got a feeling you're about to learn just how cheap life can be.
Eulogy written?
Pretty much.
But first I have to go and tell Michael Osgood
that he's going to be charged with the unlawful killing of his own son.
I'm sorry.
Helen...
you did a good thing following your instincts about Robbie.
He was a good kid.
When Jason took Katrin out to bury her,
she was still alive.
We found traces of soil in her lungs...
.. which means that it was Jason McCready who killed Katrin,
not Robbie.
I didn't want you to go to prison, thinking that your son was guilty.
Robbie was innocent.
I'm sorry.
I wish this wasn't happening.
That we weren't all here today...
remembering Mum.
I know, though, she'd tell me, 'Don't make a fuss.'
Something that she taught me and my kid brother Roy - don't fuss.
My mum taught me lots of things.
Not just the obvious stuff about manners and respect...
She taught me about choices.
The choices we make define who we are.
They can be the right ones...
.. or the ones that leave us with nothing.
We can choose to ignore things
however hard that might be.
And sometimes those choices can cost us more than we can ever afford.
But mostly Mum taught me...
.. that we can choose to make a difference.
Touch other lives.
Do good.
It doesn't always work, Mum.
But we can keep trying.
'What will survive of us is love.'
The Arundel Tomb -
one of Mum's favourite poems.
I wonder if that's what Michael Osgood believes.
What about you? Is that what you think?
It'd be nice to think so.
We should go to the crematorium, Dad.
What you said in there
was a bit soft.
Your mother would have liked it.