D.I. Ray

[Breathing heavily] [Door bursts open] Clive: What the hell was that about, ma'am?

It's the ladies', Clive.

But you coulda killed us.

Rachita: I didn't, though.

Clive: We're meant to leave it for marked cars to intercept.

Yeah, but they didn't, and we lost them.

If you want to drive your career over a cliff, that's fine, but don't take the rest of us with you.

This isn't bloody "Thelma & Louise."

I'm sorry if I drove a bit fast.

[Clive scoffs, footsteps approach] Needs his eyes checked.

[Phone rings, overlapping chatter] Liam: Ma'am?

The vehicle did a U-turn just as you lost it and then was next picked up approaching Sparkbrook before they lost it again.

Any luck identifying the assailants?

Faces were covered by guerilla masks, ma'am, but from what DS Edmunds witnessed, two IC1 males, six-foot-plus, well-built.

Tell them the Superintendent is due to--one sec.

Kerry: Ray.

Patrick.

DI Ray, this is DI Patrick Holden.

He's our kidnapping specialist.

Rachita: Hi.

Patrick: Hi.

Kerry: He and his team will be working closely with you and your team on the case.

I wasn't aware I was being supervised.

Kerry: This is a high-profile case.

It's standard procedure.

This isn't about you, Ray.

That's not how it seems, ma'am.

Rachita, my team are setting up an incident room to assist with intelligence and-- Kerry: Yeah, just tell them to manage it until I get there.

Oh, I have to go.

Got press to deal with.

Kerry: Ray.

[Quietly] I think we should clarify who will be doing what so there's no misunderstandings.

Patrick: Absolutely.

I can assure you we're here to support your investigation.

We'll gather and monitor whatever intelligence we can regarding the kidnap, so you can crack on with your investigation into the murder of Frank Chapman and Megan Parks.

But we should keep lines of communication open.

Of course, the priority being to preserve life.

Looking forward to working with you, Rachita.

Rachita: OK, so we've already been looking at his movements just before Frank Chapman's murder, and we were watching the Mochani shop at the point of the abduction.

I've sent uniform and forensics to secure the scene and collect any CCTV.

And now we need to build up a comprehensive picture of his lifestyle, finances, business associates, his movements and communications over the past six months.

Our focus should be on the nature of his connection to the Chapmans, however, we can't rule anything out at this stage.

The Mochanis are relatively new in town, so it's possible this may be part of a pre-existing feud from Leicester.

We also need to consider this could be to do with Rav's time inside, so potentially, it could be somebody he's upset, seeking revenge.

He's been Deaf since childhood and wears a hearing aid.

Wasn't aware of that.

Can I suggest one of your team be seconded to us as a conduit, make sure nothing falls between the cracks of the two teams?

Rachita: DC Ellis?

Charlene: Hmm.

Happy to, ma'am.

Rachita: Liam, we need to trace the kidnap vehicle.

Liam: Er, there are registered owner details, a builder in Dudley.

Uniform are headed to the address now, but it looks like they've cloned the plate, ma'am.

OK, well, keep on with ANPR and see if we can track where it went beyond Sparkbrook.

Liam: Will do.

Rachita: OK, we already know a fair amount about Rav Mochani as a murder suspect in the Chapman case, but now he's a hostage, and it's possible he's been taken to be executed.

Either way, I believe there's an imminent threat to life.

[Muffled groaning] [Panting] [Sound amplifies] [Vehicle engine humming, car horn honks] [Theme music playing] Who's she?

DC Ellis.

Charlene.

I'm from Homicide.

....

Anyone could have seen you.

It's OK, Tyler.

We've been careful.

Yeah.

I did a sweep before.

[Scoffs] They're always watching.

Chapmans?

No.

Ant & Dec. Patrick: Listen, Tyler, no one's forcing you to do anything, but you know how it works.

You help us-- We just do the jobs.

You know, they don't talk about stuff like that in front of us.

But you hear things.

Give us a location, you can get back to your PlayStation, keep your head down.

Tyler: There's a warehouse.

Patrick: Where?

Tyler: Sparkbrook.

Charlene: Do you know where exactly in Sparkbrook?

[Sighs] How's your mum?

What about her?

Patrick: I hope she's behaving herself.

Be a shame if she ended up back inside, just when she's got you home.

Kwesi: Nobody's been in touch with any demands or threats?

No.

I want to know everything that's being taken.

Why are you wasting your time here?

You should be out there, looking for him.

Mrs. Mochani, we're doing everything we can to find your son.

We've got specialist officers dealing with it.

Rachita: Is there anyone that you can think of that might want to take him for whatever reason?

If I knew that, don't you think I'd get him back myself?

Do you think Frank Chapman's murder could have anything to do with it?

My brother's a fighter, not a murderer.

Kwesi: But maybe others think he could be involved in some way?

Every second you're here harassing us is putting my son's life in danger.

Forensics officer: Wrapped up, ma'am.

Rachita: Can you bag it for DS Edmund, please?

Sharan: Absolutely not.

You're not taking this!

Rachita: It was at the scene at the time of your son's kidnap, and therefore it's pertinent to our investigation and we're well within our rights to seize it and it might have something on there that might help us find him.

Sharan: You won't find anything.

Rachita: Regardless of what you think of us, Mrs. Mochani, my number-one priority right now is to find your son, alive.

My son had nothing to do with Frank Chapman's shooting.

I'm absolutely certain.

[Breathing heavily] [Pigeons coo] What you reckon?

Do you believe her?

I believe she's a mother worried sick, but I don't believe she wants us to find him before she does.

That's why she doesn't want us going through her stuff.

[Mobile phone rings] DI Ray.

Patrick: My source came through.

We're heading there now.

Rachita: Can you send us the location?

Patrick: Yep.

Text it to you.

Hey, can you jump in a squad car back to the station and get that laptop to Liam ASAP?

I need to join DI Holden.

They have a tip-off about Rav's possible location.

Ma'am.

[Police radio, indistinct] Reckon this kid is reliable?

He's terrified, and he's always delivered in the past.

He's looking at five years.

His mum's already been inside.

Rachita: Boys and their mums.

Patrick: Hmm.

[Gate creaking open] Officers: Armed police!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Officer: Clear!

Officers: Armed police!

Armed police!

-Armed police!

-Armed police!

-Vehicle safety!

-Vehicle safety!

Show yourself!

Show yourself!

Driver's side clear!

Passenger door clear!

-Vehicle empty!

-Vehicle empty!

-Clear!

All clear!

-Clear!

[Police radio, indistinct] Charlene, get Forensics here and make sure there's a clear path for them.

Charlene: Ma'am.

This is fresh.

He's been moved recently.

Can your team supervise a search?

Patrick: Sure.

[Mobile phone ringing] [Line rings] Rachita: Kwesi?

Kwesi: Ma'am.

Rachita: Can you liaise with the team in the kidnap incident room and see if they can recover any CCTV footage around the Haverhill Industrial Estate?

We need to track down the vehicle that was used to move Rav Mochani ASAP.

Kwesi: Will do, ma'am.

Rachita: Thanks.

It's got to be the Chapmans.

Any chance your mummy's boy tipped 'em off?

[Sighs] [Door clicking] [Doors opening] [Muffled yelling] [All grunting] Man: God!

His hands are untied!

[Rav yelling] [Grunting continues] [Rav panting] [Distant phone ringing] Kwesi: Ma'am, I've hit a wall with the second vehicle.

It's a CCTV blackspot all around the area.

They knew what they were doing.

Rachita: Well, ask the press office... [Computer notification chimes] to put a call out on social media for sightings of any vehicles entering or leaving the industrial estate.

Ma'am, something's been found on Rav Mochani's laptop.

Rachita: Well, who is she?

Is she a relative?

Liam: This image was sent to Rav by Frank Chapman via an encrypted messaging service three days before his murder.

[Typing] Tech have retrieved four other images of children that have been deleted.

They all appear to be around the same age.

Rachita: Same race, by the looks of it.

This is the same girl.

Liam: But only this image was sent to Rav by Frank.

Charlene, can you contact the Child Sexual Exploitation team and get them to start investigating the other images?

Charlene: Mm-hmm.

Rachita: We need to prioritise this girl.

Liam, is there location-tagging on the picture?

Disabled, ma'am.

Well, something was going on between Frank Chapman and Rav Mochani.

We need to figure out what the hell it was.

Right, OK. Yeah, no problem.

[Hangs up phone] Rachita: What did they say?

Charlene: They said their team are already busy dealing with thousands of images of unclothed children, so our images are low-priority in comparison.

I just got off the phone with the Super.

Can I see the images, please?

They were pretty firm, ma'am, said, "We have to investigate it" and only get back to them when we know it's a problem.

We need to speak to the Mochanis and find out about this girl.

Do you think she could be a relative?

Rachita: Whoever she is, it's the first concrete evidence we have that Frank Chapman and Rav Mochani have been in communication and that there have been some conflict and bargaining going on that could constitute a motive for murder.

This looks like Birmingham.

Can you zoom in a little, Liam?

That's the BT Tower.

Kerry: And the Library.

Rachita: I'm pretty sure this is taken south of the City Centre.

Kerry: It's pretty distinctive.

Any idea where it is?

Charlene: Could be somewhere around the Selly Bank Estate, I reckon, ma'am.

Liam: Yeah, that's a good shot.

Rachita: Right.

You two narrow down the location and then prioritise a door-knock for tomorrow.

Kwesi, can you go and speak to the Chapmans?

Clive, can you liaise with SOC and secure a building near to the Chapman and Mochani residences so we can set up an observation post?

Everyone slips up, and we need to be there when they do.

Kerry: Ahem.

[Sighs] [Footsteps approach] Kerry: Rachita?

It's been a long day, I know.

I don't suppose you fancy a quick drink?

[Liquid pours] [Overlapping chatter and laughter] Thank you.

[Kerry sighing] The press are really going after us, just waiting for the next ...-up.

It's why I think Beardsmore's sweating a little.

He never usually takes this much interest.

Rachita: Hmm.

[Sighs] Anyway...cheers.

Cheers, ma'am.

Know what?

I always thought we could make a difference, but it feels like nothing's moved on since my dad's time.

He's retired now, but he served for 30 years.

-Oh, really?

-Public order offences.

Doesn't have the resilience for homicide, but... [Sighs] he would never let you believe that.

He's ever so proud, is my dad.

Sounds like my mum.

She's a university lecturer who's not teaching at Oxford and Cambridge, out of choice, of course.

[Both chuckle] Were your parents supportive of you becoming a police officer?

-I mean, they-- -I don't mean from a cultural point of view, I just mean that, well, well, parents worry about their children's future, don't they?

Yeah, I mean, they had their reservations about me going into policing, but I went from college to uniform, so they got used to it pretty quickly.

Heh!

Kerry: Hmm.

Mm... [Gulps] Rachita, um...

I know I've not always handled things brilliantly in the past, so... on this occasion, I thought that maybe I should just come straight to you, off the record.

OK. One of your team came to me.

They are worried about the way in which you're handling some of the investigation.

Rachita: Who came to you, ma'am?

Kerry: I'm not gonna say.

Rachita: I mean, my team should feel like they can all speak-- It's irrelevant who it is, Rachita.

Look, I know you said you were ready, but perhaps we should consider whether this is the right-- Nick: Hey, love.

We were just round the corner having a beer, thought we'd pop in and say hi.

Same again?

Uh, yeah.

Sure, why not?

Um, another large red, please.

[Rachita and Ethan laughing and chatting indistinctly] Rachita: That was really bad.

Ha ha ha ha!

Uh, any--any chance I can jump in with you?

You're on my way home.

[Car door closes] Rachita: Uh, yeah, sure.

See you tomorrow.

[Sighs] I've had a great night.

Me, too.

So, uh... should we...do the numbers thing?

Charlene: Can I ask you a question about DI Ray?

Yeah.

I heard she took down a corrupt DCI--Hunter?

She did, yeah.

So what's Henderson's and Beardsmore's beef with her?

What do you mean?

They just seem to be on her, constantly.

[Scoffs] I really don't know where this is.

[Sighs] We could be knocking on a lot of doors.

Good.

Gives you time to answer my question.

Hiroka: You have a really strong discrimination case against 'em.

Rachita: I know, but I need more time.

Hiroka: Right.

I'm just not sure what I want to do yet.

You're not seriously falling for this fast-track promotion talk, are you?

Wait, it's not about being fast-tracked.

It's a job I would have already have gotten had I not been passed over.

Just look at the hypocrisy, though.

They have all these targets and quotas, but it's all for show.

They don't want things to change.

Launching race discrimination proceedings is the only way to make that change happen.

I--I know.

I--I know, I get it.

I just don't want to lose the trust and respect of my team.

Rachita, the institution tokenised and took advantage of you, then tried to make you the scapegoat for its problems.

And when that didn't work, they came with their tails between their legs and begged you to come back, and you're choosing to do nothing.

No, no, I'm choosing to do my job.

I want to be left alone to do it.

Rachita: Mrs. Mochani, are you aware that your son was having email correspondence with Frank Chapman before he died?

No.

Your brother never mentioned it?

No, he didn't.

Do you know this child?

Sharan: What is all this?

Patrick: This image was sent to your son by Frank Chapman.

We think she might be connected to his disappearance.

Mrs. Mochani, is it possible this could be your granddaughter?

Sharan: Absolutely not.

Patrick: Perhaps she was born when your son was serving his sentence?

He might not have known about her, he might not have wanted you to know?

We're not from the villages.

It's bad enough sending your thugs to turn his room upside down.

Now you two come here, flinging your backward assumptions!

Mrs. Mochani, if you do know anything, you need to tell us now.

Not only could there be a child at risk of harm, but every second we delay, the threat to your son's life becomes more imminent.

This is bigger than you.

You need to work with us.

Well done.

I think you got to her.

Email from Forensics.

I'm afraid there's no DNA from the warehouse, apart from Rav Mochani's.

Thanks.

I'll go and meet Kwesi at the Chapmans', see what they don't say.

[Car door closes] [Chuckles] Charlene: Remember that game?

Knock-a-door-run.

Yeah.

I always got caught.

[Scoffs] [Knocks on door] Hi there.

DC Ellis.

Hi, my name's DC Payne.

I was wondering if you might have seen this child?

Who is she?

Rachita: Your father was in possession of this photo.

I don't think so.

We've never seen her before.

What exactly are you suggestin' here?

He sent this photo to a man called Ravinder Mochani.

Do you know why he might have sent it?

Well, Dad didn't run everything by us.

And he never mentioned this contact?

I've never heard of him.

You?

No.

Kwesi: So you've no idea why your dad and Ravinder Mochani were communicating with each other prior to his death?

Suzie: Like I said, I've never heard of anybody called Ravinder.

You know, it's not conventional to hold a wake without a body.

What was the rush with Frank?

Oh.

It's what Dad would have wanted, us all there... together.

[Knock on door] [Door opens] Hi there.

DC Ellis.

Police?

Yes, from West Central.

Just here to ask a few questions.

Do you mind telling me your name?

Mrs. Donata Malek.

Mrs. Malek, do you recognise this child?

Hmm.

Very sweet.

Yes.

I seen her.

Who with?

Liam: The occupant is a Dawn Hughes.

Apparently it's a one-bed, and she's the only listed occupant.

We've been watching the flat.

No one's come or gone.

There's definitely someone in there, though, ma'am.

Rachita: Hi.

I'm a police officer.

My name is DI Rachita Ray.

We're making enquiries and speaking to residents in the area.

I was wondering if I could speak to you?

[Running footsteps] You can either open the door now, or my colleagues will wait here while I go and get a warrant, Dawn.

[Lock clicks] Rachita: Hi.

I'm DI Rachita Ray.

You must be Dawn Hughes?

Do you mind if we come and have a chat?

I'm sure you don't want your neighbours hearing your business.

Why didn't you answer the door, Dawn?

What's this about?

[Door creaks] Do you have any children?

No.

Do you know this little girl?

N-no.

We believe this photo was taken somewhere around this location.

We also have an eyewitness who claims they saw you with this child.

Can you give us a minute?

[Door creaks] [Object bounces, rustling] Do you mind if I take a look in there?

I can't help you.

Sorry.

Can you go now?

I said I want you to leave!

[Breathing heavily] Dawn: Please?

[Speaks Punjabi] [Camera shutter clicks] [Police radio beeps, indistinct chatter] [Radio chatter continues] [Distant train passing] [Distant clank] [Grunting] [Groaning] [Chair creaks] [Grunting] [Exhales] [Sighs] [Distant phone rings] [Distant chatter] I saw the email from Social Services.

Well done.

I trust you'll inform me when they've completed their assessment.

Yeah, will do, ma'am.

And, uh... Ethan.

I saw you leave in the taxi together.

I wouldn't go there if I were you.

Why not?

Just trust me.

Let's just say that his attitude can be casual, especially when it comes to women.

Oh, I'll cancel my wedding plans then.

Kwesi: Ma'am, there's been a development from Ballistics.

Man: Images of the two bullets extracted from Frank Chapman.

Now, as you can see, when we go in close, the striation marks are significantly different.

Bullet A has markings suggesting a semi-automatic Taurus, and Bullet B has the markings of a 9mm semi-automatic Glock.

So we're talking about two completely different weapons?

Not only that, the weapon that fired the first bullet has been out of circulation for years.

It's practically vintage in the gun world.

So the delay from the first, clumsy shot to the second more targeted one isn't one person's delay.

They're different shooters.

Rachita: So we have two guns from two different killers.

[Camera shutter clicks] [Camera shutter clicks] [Camera shutter clicks] [Typing] Liam: Great.

Thank you.

Of course.

I'll let her know.

Thanks.

[Hangs up phone] Ma'am, that was Social Services.

The little girl's been checked over by a doctor.

There doesn't appear to be any signs of physical trauma, and she's eating and drinking well.

Rachita: Where is she now?

Liam: She's been taken to a secure Social Services facility.

Thank you, Liam.

I've, um, got some docs for you here, ma'am.

Now, this is a health check of an unnamed seven-year-old girl performed by a clinic in India.

It was one of the attachments in a deleted email chain I managed to recover between Rav Mochani and a contact I traced to an orphanage just south of Delhi.

[Typing] Also attached was this.

Rachita: It's her.

Sajna.

I ran it through checks with the passport office, and it's fake.

So it looks like she's been trafficked.

In one of the emails, the contact at the orphanage asks where the child will be residing, and this was Rav's reply.

Would you mind reading out the address highlighted in the email?

[Sighs] 5A Eelbrook House, Edgbaston, Birmingham, B15 6CC.

Liam: And can you confirm it is your address, Dawn?

Dawn: You know it is.

My colleague, DC Payne, has been looking into Ravinder Mochani's laptop.

He's found some correspondence between Rav and an orphanage in India.

I'm going to ask you now, have you and Ravinder Mochani been involved in bringing this girl over from India illegally?

How do you explain the fact that your address, the one that you just read out, the one where we discovered the child, was declared as being the address that this child would be staying at?

Do you know what happens to children that are trafficked?

Often, they are sold into domestic servitude, used as slaves, but more often than not, they're used by paedophiles.

I'm guessing you know what paedophiles do to children, right, Dawn?

Rachita: And do you know what happens to people involved in trafficking them?

At least 14 years.

Can you imagine how frightened this little girl must be, not knowing why she's been brought here to a country she doesn't know, not knowing who's going to take care of her?

She's seven years old, Dawn.

Seven!

And she's all alone!

Dawn: He wouldn't be involved in something like that.

Liam: Who are you referencing, Dawn?

Rav.

What's his full name?

Ravinder Mochani.

And what's the nature of the relationship between you two?

Dawn: He was my boyfriend.

Rachita: Was?

Dawn: We broke up.

Liam: So you're not together.

Did Rav Mochani bring this child to your flat?

Rachita: This photo was clearly taken outside your house, so do you have any idea how Frank Chapman would have got hold of it?

[Breath trembling] Rachita: You do know Frank Chapman was murdered a few days after this photo was taken, so come on, tell me.

Who is she?

Dawn: Rav's cousin.

Rachita: His cousin?

Dawn: Mm.

Rachita: What's her name?

She's not his cousin, is she, Dawn?

He asked me to look after her for a bit, but then he disappeared on me, and I didn't know what was happenin'.

And I felt bad, but I didn't want her there!

I didn't know what to do with the kid!

[Breathing heavily] Liam: Dawn, when was the last time you saw Rav Mochani?

Came round last Sunday.

Liam: What time?

Late, like around... 10:30.

He said he'd be there at 8:00.

I gave him ... 'cause I thought he was with someone else, but he said he was at some family dinner.

Rav Mochani has a potential alibi for the murders of Frank Chapman and Megan Parks.

[Mobile phone rings] What is it?

[Distant siren wails] Someone's here to see you, ma'am.

Patrick: Take your time, Mrs. Mochani.

Sharan: Someone called me.

Rachita: Who?

Sharan: One of the Chapman monkeys.

They gave me this.

They want information about Rav's business dealings with Frank.

But I don't know anything.

They said if I don't tell them what Frank and my son were talking about, they're gonna kill him.

[Distant train passing] [Distant door clangs shut] [Muffled] Hey!

[Distant footsteps] Hey!

[Footsteps approaching] [Clang] [Wire cutters clank] [Grunting] [Clanking] [Rav screaming] [Distant siren wailing] [Door opens] [Footsteps approaching] Dave: He gets a bit carried away.

Leave us.

[Distant train passing] Let's get this all cleared up, shall we?

So we can move on.

I hate loose ends, me.

[Groans] What were you and my dad in talks about before he died?

Did he not tell you?

Shame.

Wonder what else he thought you were too dumb to handle.

[Coughs, gags] Dave: He piss you off, did he?

[Rav groans] Is that why you did him over?

'Cause you did, didn't ya?

Just ... admit it.

It's your only option right now.

Get ...!

Yeah.

[Gun cocks] Patrick: What have you got?

Liam: Sir, this cyclist was checking his footage 'cause some guy cut him up and he wanted to see if he'd recorded the reg, then he noticed it.

Patrick: Go ahead.

[Liam types] [Typing] Charlene: He's the only person who has willingly come forward to help us.

Everyone else is too scared.

He said his mum was a nurse.

He uses an app to track his bike rides.

You can see here is where he nearly came off.

Patrick: Can you get me an exact location?

[Distant siren wailing] [Siren fades out] How is she?

A little confused with everything that's going on, but seems happy enough.

Woman: She'll be rehoused with a foster family as soon as somewhere suitable is found.

She can understand more English than she speaks, so we've been communicating partly in English and partly in Punjabi.

The calmness when we found her.

That child is used to being alone.

Sajna?

Hi.

Do you remember me?

[Speaks Punjabi] [Whispers] Yeah.

[Speaks Punjabi] Man: She made it for you.

Oh, it's so lovely.

Thank you.

Um, can you ask her... if she recognises the person in this photo?

Ravinder.

Did you ever meet any of his friends?

[Man speaks Punjabi] [Speaks Punjabi] [Phone rings and vibrates] Rachita: Liam?

Liam: Ma'am, a member of the public brought in footage from his helmet camera which shows two individuals in masks with what looks like Rav Mochani.

We got the location off his cycling app and we think we've worked out his exact location.

A disused gym.

DI Holden's making arrangements for a specialist firearms unit and a hostage negotiator.

Rachita: What's the address?

Liam: It's Chorlton Way, but-- OK.

I'm close.

I'll head there now.

Charlene: What's up?

Liam: She reckons she's nearby.

She gonna head there.

Clive: Oh, .... Get DI Holden, ASAP.

We need to get her on the radio.

Then everyone else will know she's gone without backup.

[Brakes squeak] [Engine turns off] [Distant train passing] [Phone rings and vibrates] Liam: Ma'am?

Rachita: I'm here.

There's no sign of a van or any other occupants.

Liam: OK. Rachita: They might have moved him again.

What's the ETA on the firearm unit?

Liam: Nine minutes, I think, ma'am, but they might be armed.

Please, just wait for backup.

[Three beeps] [Car doors lock] [Keys jingle] [Distant dog barks] [Distant siren wailing] [Distant train passing] [Inhales deeply] [Gunshot within, Rachita gasps] [Distant clang, running footsteps] [Footsteps trailing off] [Door closes] [Rachita breathing heavily] [Distant clatter] [Distant train passing] [Distant clang] [Distant door clangs, Rachita gasps] [Running footsteps approaching] [Door clangs, gun cocks]