So where was Bloom for the last three days?
Don't worry about it, Anthony. I do worry.
Maybe he won't be with us long. What makes you say that?
Bloody hell! Brendan! It's good to see you too, Atif.
Some bastard gave the boss up to the police.
My brother called. When will you see him?
When he was arrested, you just disappeared.
Leave it with me. I'll call you back.
Who's that? Your girlfriend? No.
I could meet a regular guy with a job, who doesn't vanish for months.
They say you tussled for the knife,
so we expect to see some nicks and cuts, Mr Calshaw.
(SCREAMING)
No cuts.
'The train now arriving at Platform 2 is the 18:02 to Scarborough,
calling at Luton Airport Parkway,
Luton, Bedford, Wellingborough, Kettering, Corby...'
You can listen to a story tape. You can't listen to your iPod.
What about The Odyssey? What about my iPod?
(SHOUTING FROM OUTSIDE)
Killer! (YELLING)
Killer! Killer!
(CRASH) Ohh!
Sam! Sam! Sam!
Ahh! (GLASS SHATTERS)
(SHOUTS CONTINUE)
Killer! (SIREN)
She babysat my kids! Why weren't we told who she was?
It's a government conspiracy. I can't say any more.
Colin Highsmith, Witness Protection. I got here as soon as I could.
Thanks, Colin. Safeguarding new identities is our bag now.
You don't say. We lost six staff in your land-grab.
Sounds like you had some dead wood.
We create the IDs but you get called if they're breached.
Doesn't make sense. Perfect sense. Checks and balances.
Together we're stronger. In that spirit of cooperation,
I've been Amy's liaison officer for 10 years.
I can help.
Let us know where to contact you. Don't shut me out.
I know Amy. I know that not so deep down, she's still Suzie Green.
I have to ask you this as a formality.
Were you born Susan Walsh on 13th May, 1977?
My name is Amy Carol Quilan.
I was born at Bristol District General hospital, March 4 1978.
I was an only child. My parents were Greg and Sarah.
My father was a salesman, my mother a teacher.
I was home-schooled until I was 11.
Like she said, it's just a formality. We already know who you are.
RADIO: 'Subject now en route to the safe house. Copy.'
'Copy.'
(WATER RUNS)
King's Cross is a pretty busy place.
What did Witness Protection think about you living there?
They deemed it an unnecessary risk.
You were never going to hide in some fishing village, were you?
Has he... Has Sam asked you any awkward questions yet?
No. And he's a very inquisitive boy.
Someone threw a brick through his bedroom window.
He needs something. A story. A rationale.
Like his mother's a national pariah and his dad's a child killer?
Doesn't have to be the truth.
He doesn't even have to believe it, but he'll want to.
He'll know I'm lying. He knows me too well.
You've done all right so far.
I can't.
I can't face him.
I saw all the war and espionage posters.
So you know what intelligence is, apart from just being clever?
Yeah. Information. Secret information.
Well, those people outside your window, they had bad intelligence.
Who gave it to them? Good question.
We're trying to find out. The point is,
when people believe something, especially stupid people,
it's very hard to get them to change their minds.
What do they believe? That your mum's someone she's not.
A bad person? Yeah.
But we know different, don't we? Cos we know the facts. Now look at this.
Now, this is real.
A fake one of these shows up under UV light.
There's a special secret marking there.
You can't see it with the naked eye, but it's there.
Suzie Green's lived as Amy Quilan
since her release from prison ten years ago.
Her identity and home address were leaked anonymously
on a true-crime site, crimeunsolved.org , at 7:04am today.
An hour later, it went viral.
Good news travels fast.
Sourcing its origin will be a bloody nightmare.
So we have two priorities,
tracing the leak and ensuring Amy and her son's safety.
Ten years ago, Suzie's husband Brian Green was convicted
of the kidnap and murder of 7-year-old Lucy Sinclair,
daughter of oil executive...
..David Sinclair.
A cash ransom of £3 million was demanded, but never paid.
Lucy's body was never found.
Why the hell didn't he pay? Tough guy.
Came up from nothing. Thought it was a pissing contest,
even after Lucy's little finger was sent in the post.
Suzie claimed she'd been forced into the kidnap plot
by the overpowering Brian.
She got a reduced sentence for testifying against him.
Very. She only did two years. Mitigating circumstances.
After her arrest, she found she was pregnant.
She gave birth in Holloway.
Sam is Brian Green's son? But they've never met.
So now we have to consider the possibility
that David Sinclair is behind this leak.
So he flushes Suzie out so he can pick her off?
Just say hello. Let Sinclair know that we're watching.
I worked hard to get new identities under our roof.
Don't make me look like a greedy overreaching bitch.
(CROWS CAW)
We understand this must be... unsettling for you.
Unsettling?
Well, it must...reopen old wounds.
Well, that presupposes that they ever healed.
I'm sorry. No, you're worried what I might do,
if, in fact, I'm behind the leak.
We're watching, Mr Sinclair. Watching and waiting.
Well, you're good at that. That's what you were doing
while those freaks mutilated and killed my daughter.
That's a bit harsh. Don't talk to me about harsh.
I don't even have a grave to mourn her.
Come on. It's not our fault you didn't pay the ransom.
He didn't mean that.
Brian Green will die in prison. That's enough.
Oh, really? You never said, 'As far as I'm concerned,
they're as guilty as each other, and that witch cheated justice'?
Come with me.
(TOY PLAYS TUNE)
This is Naomi. Hold her.
No, you're all right, mate... Please.
She gave me new life.
A second chance.
You think I'd throw that away to crush a bug like Suzie Green?
The man's moved on. I think that was the message there.
Laid it on a bit thick, didn't he?
(CAR DOORS CLOSING)
BLOOM: Hup! I should be revising, really.
Revising? Come on, it's Saturday!
Mum says the best schools are all expensive, so I need a scholarship.
No pressure, then?
I came top in the entrance exam for St Jacob's Collegiate,
but they still didn't want me. (MOBILE RINGS)
Martha. Five people at Witness Protection
know about her new identity.
Stay put while we clear them, OK? 'OK.'
(DIFFERENT MOBILE RINGS)
It's me. I need you to see Nazar.
'You promised.' Sweetheart...
'Sweetheart! My sweetheart!'
Atif.
'You can finish your chat when you've honoured her brother.'
Visiting hours are 10 to 12.
I just can't do that today, Atif.
I can't. 'Hang on.'
I need to put out my cigarette.
'Aahh!'
Mr Shea, what is the nature of your relationship with Mr Kemal?
Business partners.
Business partners? Mm.
Right. I need your mobile.
(TV on)
Sam? I'm just getting a drink, OK?
(GROANING)
(GASPS)
Uff! Mmph! Sam?
Sam? Sam!
Torturing your own sister to make a point - that's low, even for you.
But there you sit, Brendan.
I made you money. I cut you in, a stranger, a nobody -
not because I liked you, not because I trusted you,
but because my sister asked me to,
and I like to put a smile on her face.
So when you let me down, you let her down.
I had to go away.
I had problems of my own.
Do you want a life with her?
Kids, holidays, walks on the beach, growing old together?
Is that what you want?
If it is, isn't it your dad I have to speak to?
I know who it was, Brendan.
I know who to thank for my new surroundings. I figured it out.
Atif. It won't be hard.
When you pull the trigger,
just remember what he did to that beautiful face.
They were hit with a Taser gun.
Neighbours saw nothing. We're trying for CCTV.
We've got Sam's picture out to... What about Bloom?
No sign of him.
(RINGING)
Give me that!
(SIREN)
(TYRES SQUEAL)
Spare me the family crisis bullshit you've prepared.
It isn't like I left them unguarded. I asked you to stay put.
You said you would.
We can do this now, or after. After what?
After we figure out why the safe house wasn't safe.
Take the rest of the day off. As in, get out of my sight.
OK. Fine. Just make sure you ask her if she didn't want to be exposed.
What?
She says no to Canada but, against all advice, yes to London,
yes to jobs where she meets thousands of strangers every day.
I read defiance, I read protest, even contempt.
What happened? Where were you? You were supposed to protect us!
Amy, no. (SOBS)
(SIGHS)
I'm sorry.
(MUFFLED CRIES)
Press blanket's in place. Downside is, no sightings from the public.
We need to hand this on. We need incident rooms, manpower.
I'm liaising with Kidnap. This is still our case.
As long as we're not just proving a point.
And what point might that be, Tessa?
That we bit off more than we can chew
in taking over New Identities from Witness Protection.
And by we, you mean me. Yeah. I suppose so.
Actually, I have reasons other than overweening ambition
for believing we're best placed to find Sam, thanks.
I'm not suggesting it's anything to do -
His abduction was a result of the exposure of his mother's identity.
We find the leak, we find the kidnapper.
So the safe house. Any phone traffic in or out?
Well, there is an incoming-only landline
but it wasn't used in the last 48 hours.
I'm running a cell dump from the nearest mast,
but with no number to match it to...
CCTV? Speed cameras? They seem to have steered through.
It's like he was taken by the Invisible Man.
Amy worked here as a cleaner since 2005.
She always struck me as someone with a story, a past.
But that's everyone, right?
And sooner or later everyone needs a shoulder to cry on.
You're not asking if she took confession?
I'm asking if there was anyone she was close to,
anyone she might trust with her true identity.
As far as I know, the only man in Amy's life was Augustine of Hippo.
Amy was taken with Augustine's rather modern concept of evil.
He didn't see it as psychologically innate,
but simply an absence of good.
She saw the hope of redemption?
'Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are Anger and Courage -
Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they change.'
(SCHOOLBOYS CHATTER)
What's the school? St Jacob's Collegiate.
Sam sat the scholarship exam, but he didn't make it.
That's not how he tells it.
You've both had the pleasure. Could Sinclair be behind this?
Motive and means, yes. Not sure about opportunity.
He couldn't know the location of the safe house.
Money like his buys opportunity.
We've had two leaks, Amy's ID and the safe house,
and not one witness.
Does make sense if the Invisible Man was an inside man.
A copper? Mm-hm. That's a bit of a leap.
OK. Set up interviews with the officers guarding Sam.
Ditto everyone at Witness Protection who knew Amy Quilan's identity.
Well, on that basis we need to go after Bloom.
Don't be ridiculous. Why?
He's the one who went AWOL right before Sam was snatched.
BLOOM: So what kind of things do you two talk about?
Supposedly her not-so-new life as Amy Quilan,
which means talking about her precious bloody son.
Is she a proud mum? Never shuts up about him.
Ironic, eh?
If you hate her so much, why don't you hand on the file?
I've tried. No one wants it. Funny, that.
You know why the vast majority drop out of the programme?
They can say farewell but not goodbye?
Specifically where their parents are concerned.
In ten years, Suzie Green's never once asked to see Mum and Dad
and they've never asked to see her. They know what she is.
Do you fancy a drink, Colin? I hear you like a drink.
Go screw yourself.
Um...I heard a rumour,
and it probably is just a rumour...
Spit it out, Anthony.
When Bloom was undercover he was suspected of taking bribes.
Is it true?
Well, if it is, they clearly didn't find anything, did they?
I went to see Malcolm Calshaw in hospital.
You what? He confirmed what we both know,
that Bloom stabbed him in cold blood and without provocation.
Malcolm Calshaw is a convicted - What if he'd died?
Face it, we have absolutely no idea who Bloom is.
Here's something else for your file, Anthony.
Bloom was SO10's most decorated, longest-serving undercover.
His work yielded over 100 arrests.
Big deal. Let him stay at home polishing his medals.
Half of CID are gunning for us, Martha.
They think we're an overfunded spoilt brat flavour-of-the-month unit -
which we know is crap, but with Bloom on board,
we'll be giving them ammunition on a daily basis.
He has no allegiance to anything or anyone.
No. And you, well, you're the soul of loyalty, aren't you, Anthony?
I've no loyalty to him, no.
I'm just trying to understand why you have.
And what is that supposed to mean?
Sorry. I've tracked the IP address from where the post came from.
It's registered to the home address of a serving Met officer,
Sergeant Colin Highsmith. He's Amy's police liaison.
I tried to pull the file, but Bloom beat me to it.
(SHOUTING)
Any closer to finding Sam? Are you supposed to be here?
Find out what this charges, I'll take you somewhere special.
Come back for coffee afterwards? Sure. Why not?
I'm not the kind of girl you bang and forget, is why not.
See a wedding ring? Anything could happen.
I wouldn't.
I only noticed the laptop was missing this morning.
It must've been pinched from my bag.
Why didn't you report it? I was about to.
Do you have a password?
Look, if the Met had issued me with an encrypted laptop -
Is that a no, Sergeant?
Of course, there is another explanation.
Detective Inspector Bloom has just entered the room.
You sold the information. And why would I do that?
You and Amy have something in common, haven't you?
Both got a bit of child-killing form.
A 'child' in the middle of the road, off his tits on pills and vodka.
And whatever you've heard, I was stone cold sober.
How soon did you start resenting it more than you regretted it?
Two years and three months. The day your wife filed for divorce?
The day she got custody of our son. And Colin Highsmith Mk II was born.
A lonely, bitter alcoholic.
Must have made you feel angry, cheated, owed.
Certain parties would pay a high price for Suzie Green's new identity.
Trouble me to deny that, I'll trouble you for a lawyer.
Did you get drunk... I mean, drunker than usual,
and do a silly thing?
She murdered someone's kid, but kept her own.
That drove you nuts, didn't it?
It was my son's birthday on Monday. I took the train up to see him.
On the way back I had a few cans. More than a few.
When I woke up at Euston the laptop was gone out of my bag.
A guard woke me up. You can check.
(DOOR CLOSES)
I read his file. So I gather.
I asked you to stay away. I came here to help.
And what is more, they know that I asked you to stay away.
I know that this is hard for you, but please, please,
do your level best to answer me honestly.
OK?
Is it just too late for you to be part of a team?
I don't know.
I hope not.
We'll speak to the guard. The story is so ludicrous it's got to be true.
Cock-up, not conspiracy.
With you all the way.
You didn't tell us Sam had a pay-as-you-go mobile.
Because I didn't know. Why aren't you out trying to find him?
Did Sam get attached to someone?
Like an adult? A boyfriend, maybe? No.
You don't have boyfriends? No.
I get it. I get you living in King's Cross. The transience,
the background noise, anonymity without solitude. I get that.
You know, you work hard, you keep busy,
put everything that you can into the here and now,
because it's too late. This isn't about me!
It's too late to put down roots and start again,
and if you look beyond the end of next week,
you just want to... stick your head in a bucket.
Your life can't be all just God, and grind,
and being a great mum, and all work and no play.
You need companionship, intimacy, laughter, sex. Everyone does.
You're forgetting something.
What's that?
Well, I'm not everyone, am I?
Not by a long stretch.
You keep Suzie Green in this box, don't you?
'Amy, Amy, let me out!'
Just for one night. Just for one wild night.
Look. Here's you and Brian living it up in Las Vegas.
Real Las Vegas, not a bar called Las Vegas in Chingford High Street.
And that looks like real champagne.
Brian had champagne tastes. So did Suzie.
Yes, she did.
The kidnapper's made contact.
TESSA: 'Hello, Suzie.'
'Where is little Lucy buried?'
'Claim your three million and be at St Pancras by six.'
I...I don't know what... Brian did with her.
He promised me he wouldn't kill her.
You believed him? Yes.
Even though he'd cut off her finger and posted it to her Dad?
I don't know where she is. Why would I lie?
MARTHA: Three million pounds?
A reward that just happens to match the original ransom demand?
When Brian Green wouldn't talk,
Lucy's father offered a reward for the recovery of her body.
That offer's still valid? He never withdrew it.
Does Brian know that Sam's his kid? Of course he does.
Then his paternal instinct might be Sam's best hope.
Where's he serving out his sentence? Deptford prison.
That sounds like a job for you.
There you go, Inspector.
Hello, Brian.
Somebody's taken our son.
Somebody's taken Sam.
They want Sinclair's reward money.
Where is she, Brian?
Where did you bury Lucy?
And in case you think this is all a ruse to make you talk...
I know you'll never forgive me for testifying...
..but I'm begging you.
Help me save our son.
Look at him.
Look at him!
He's your son, Brian. Your flesh and blood.
They're gonna chop his finger off in four hours!
You can save him.
Only...you...can save him.
(INHALES)
♪ Oh, Suzie Q
♪ Oh, Suzie Q, baby, I love you, my Suzie Q
♪ I like the way you walk
♪ I like the way you talk
♪ I like the way you walk... (CLAPS)
♪ My Suzie Q
Very good. Good acoustics.
What are the acoustics like in your steel box, Brian?
Six by eight, right? Made especially for you.
Made for a man who'd mutilate a child,
then deny her parents a grave to mourn her.
But that's all water under the bridge if you help us now.
We could be talking a window.
She's played you like a tune.
Brian!
Don't waste your time bargaining with me.
Suzie chose the spot. I just did the digging.
Story of my life.
If I had any idea, do you really think I'd keep it to myself?
(WHISTLES)
My son's life is at stake! So's yours.
Your release was tied to you having nothing to do with Lucy's murder.
My life is nothing without Sam. Nothing!
Old Bri punched above his weight bagging you.
He loved me. He still does.
He wasn't crying for his son in there.
Maybe he thought the crime and the money would hobble you,
bind you to him.
What would you give to find Lucy and have Sam back?
Anything. Everything?
Wait. We need five minutes.
Can you scrub the cameras? That depends.
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(LOCK RATTLES)
Hainault Forest. The old forge.
(THUNDER)
(CROW CAWS)
We need to make a presumptive ID.
The little finger on the left hand should be missing.
Three million, unmarked. Been sitting in my safe for years.
Do you want it?
You know I do.
Well, I want something too.
You saw her after I did.
You saw her last. Not last.
Well. You take my point.
Tell me something,
anything,
about those last days.
We played Scrabble.
You and her? Or you, her and Brian?
Me and her. Sweet.
Who won?
She did.
Did you let her win?
Sometimes.
Why? I don't know.
Was it an act of kindness? Please.
Did you want to put a smile on her face?
Perhaps a better way to have done that would've been to let her go.
I couldn't. Yes, you could.
While Brian was out posting her finger to me.
I was too scared. You were a coward.
Yes.
Tell me something else.
I can't think of anything.
We've got plenty of time.
When we played Scrabble...
..Lucy used to make swear words.
Yeah, she did.
Little monkey.
He's going to cut my son's finger off.
I know. At six o'clock. (GASPS)
So we're going to sit and talk a bit longer before I hand that over.
What? That thing in the morgue.
That bag of bones.
It's not my daughter.
It's not Lucy.
Why should you get your son back unscathed?
I don't deserve your money or your mercy,
but he's just a little boy.
Please! Please.
It's a weird thing to say about an eight-year-old,
but she would've made a great mother.
I know she would.
Take it.
(PHONE RINGS)
'There's a brown paper bag under the phone. Open it.'
'Take a taxi to Waterloo Bridge. You've got 10 minutes.'
Waterloo Bridge, yeah?
(MOBILE RINGS) Yeah.
(DISTORTED) 'Stop the cab now.' Pull over.
Hello! Stop here.
(DISTORTED) 'Drop the bag over the side of the bridge.'
(MOTORBIKE)
(TYRES SQUEAL, ENGINE REVS)
(DISTORTED) 'I have a six-inch blade pressing into his heart.'
(ENGINE REVS)
You OK? You OK? Yeah, I'm fine.
Stay with me. Stay with me!
(DOOR OPENS)
Sam!
Hero of the hour.
I was kind of in the red so now I'm breaking even.
Looks like they might be off to Canada after all.
We're working up their new identities now.
She hasn't asked to visit her parents or some other relative, has she?
No. Why? Nothing.
I think it might be worth putting her under surveillance.
There is no evidence whatsoever that Amy abducted her own son.
Ditto Lucy's murder.
The weekend Green probably killed her, she was visiting her parents.
Exactly. In many ways Amy was Brian's victim too.
He ruined her life.
So? So that's the point. That's the source of her rage.
Saddle anyone with a bad reputation, they live up to it.
Even if it's undeserved? Especially if it's undeserved.
It doesn't make sense. She's released from prison.
She lives a blameless, industrious life.
It's all for nothing. Not true. She has a son she adores.
He's tarred with the same brush. That pushes her over the edge.
Says who? Playing by the rules, being good,
saying sorry. It's a waste if people have made their minds up.
You're saying Sam's prospective school knew who his parents were?
The headmaster is on the board of the Police Federation.
It could be a coincidence. But it's probably not.
It still doesn't follow that she had anything to do with Sam's abduction.
Ma'am, Amy's requested to be allowed to visit her parents, unaccompanied.
First time in 10 years.
Say yes, but not too readily. We'll see where she takes us.
Cheers.
Right, got him!
(HANDCUFFS CLINK)
Didn't think I had it in me? No, I didn't.
You saw what I wanted you to see. The washed-up alcoholic.
The prerogative of the wrongly accused. Play up to it.
And no mere judge and jury could exonerate you, could they?
That was left for the tabloids to decide, and they found you guilty,
guilty of being The Evil Bitch From Hell.
Aa-aahh!
If you give a dog a bad name, some day it'll live up to it.
He got the top mark, but they refused him a scholarship.
They must've found out who I am. It's the only explanation.
You and I have a lot in common.
Condemned by rumours and lies, prisoners of our past.
But what can we do? We can take something back.
Like what? Like three million quid.
'Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are Anger and Courage,
Anger at the way things are and Courage to see that they change.'
Maybe you could've worn the injustice of it all,
but how dare they take it out on your precious, blameless son?
How fucking dare they?
What's going to happen to him now?
(DOOR CLANGS SHUT)
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