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How are you feeling? Better?
Good.
What are you two doing today, then?
Can we go feed the ducks?
Ah, ducks, sounds good!
No, James, I said.
Not today.
Come on, you can manage ducks, can't you?
It'll be good for you to get out.
Please?
OK.
Ducks.
Hey, I want to tell you something.
I love you.
I need to feed them.
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Thanks for coming in, son.
Son?
Hello?
Yeah?
Sorry about the wait.
I'm DC Onslow.
They, um...
They told me you've, er...
You've come in to report a...
a murder, is that right?
In the cold light of day,
that suddenly didn't seem right at all.
OK, so...
I'm going to need you to come with me.
It was my mum.
Yeah, she just needs to wait...
She killed herself.
Right.
OK.
So, um, do you, do you want to tell me what...
What happened? Did you find the body? Your mum?
I was there when she did it.
Right.
And so when did this...
when did this happen? Last night?
11 years ago.
OK.
So, here's the thing, um...
It's not technically, er, murder.
Suicide, it's a whole different...
wheelhouse, really. Um...
I mean, suicide is not even a crime.
Which is, er, mad, innit?
Do you want to speak to a woman?
Why would I want to speak to a woman?
Well, you know, because of...
You know...
What about your dad?
Have you got a dad?
No, not really.
Can we come in?
God, is it James?
Is he dead?
Your son stole your car.
Then crashed it into a tree and set fire to it.
It was found last night.
Has he ever done anything like that before?
Why didn't you say anything about the car
when you reported him missing?
I didn't want to get him into trouble.
He's a weird kid.
But he's not bad.
Er, who did that to you?
I just got into a fight.
At the pub.
Did James do it?
No.
Is his mum around?
No.
Is she at work?
She's dead.
Oh, sorry.
Really sorry.
Does anyone want a cup of tea?
Kettle's on.
Did you find his girlfriend, then?
Who's his girlfriend?
She's called Alyssa.
It was the right thing, to leave James.
I didn't kill anyone.
It's better if I go to my dad's on my own, anyway.
I wish I hadn't left James with the money, though.
Oh, God...
I'd really like it if this was some
horrendous murder inspired fantasy moment,
but no.
What has she done?
Is she OK?
When did you last see Alyssa?
Saturday. We were having a party
and... she ran away.
Why?
Didn't like handing out the canapes.
What time did she leave?
At around, um...
Sorry, could you let your wife answer, please?
Sure.
It's not my daughter.
Not my problem.
Do you know where she is now? Has she rung at all?
I don't know where she is.
Look, what is this about?
We need to talk to your daughter in connection with a murder.
Oh, my God...
She's not a suspect. Not at the moment.
Jesus Christ...
She's a potential witness.
Didn't you think to report her as missing?
Her boyfriend's dad reported him immediately.
She doesn't have a boyfriend.
We're going to need a recent photograph of Alyssa.
Do you have one?
I've got some upstairs.
I can recommend ChildLine
or the NSPCC.
OK, will do. Thanks.
So, I've been speaking to my...
DI, that was him on the phone there.
What we thought would be the best thing
is if we put you in touch with Social Services.
They can take things from here, what do you think?
Unless you've got someone else that can look after you.
OK, so that's what I'm going to do, then.
So...
..I'm going to need a few details from you, young man.
So, first off...
Typical.
Who do you have to fuck around here to get a pen that works?
There we go.
Full name?
Little shit.
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Sometimes I hate being a girl.
In films, people on the run always look hot.
Fucking hell.
What have you got in there?
No wonder she ran away, poor kid.
Let's just wait and see.
You sure?
I'm on a fast day.
Thought you were tense.
Can I say something?
Yeah?
I think we should clear the air.
Hear me out.
I think it's more professional.
Look...
people get drunk, and...
stuff happens in the night that
maybe wouldn't happen in the day.
And just because that comes as a surprise,
it doesn't necessarily mean
it's a bad thing.
I can see you regret it.
I don't regret it.
I just wish it hadn't happened.
Alyssa...
I don't want to hold your hand.
Did you take anything else?
- Arms out. - What?
Arms out!
Don't fucking touch me.
Do you want me to call the police?
All right.
Where'd you get that?
Are you going to look at me?
I don't want to have sex with you.
- Wait, what? - I don't want to have sex with you even if you pay me.
I don't want to have sex with you.
I have sex with my wife.
Fit.
What's gonna happen to me?
I'm gonna file a report,
and then I'm going to call the police.
- Police? - Yes.
You're a thief.
Not the police, not the police.
Amil?
Bloke's lost his kid, little girl, five years old.
I'm just handling something, can you deal with it?
It's the end of my shift.
All right, I'm coming.
Stay here.
Fucking idiot.
She is five but she's really tiny and she's got, erm...
brown hair down to about here...
Grey leggings and a...
Daddy!
Where've you been?
Thank you.
Thank you, thank you so much.
Don't do that again.
I knew she was probably long gone
but it seemed important to try.
James would be shitting himself right now.
I wonder what he's doing.
You OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Got a boyfriend?
Did he hurt you?
Did he do that?
No, someone else.
Go home, get out of here.
Really?
Yeah.
What about the pants?
Thanks.
Stop stealing.
What the fuck am I doing?
What if James is dead?
He might literally be dead.
He saved me and I left him.
I'm never going to see him again
and it's my fault.
- Hey. - Hey.
I lost the money.
I didn't come back for the money.
I'm sorry I left you.
I'm sorry I killed him.
I won't leave you again.
OK.
Should we go to my dad's?
OK.
Not your weird one.
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