"Hi." "It's Shannon." "Leave me a message." "Shannon, it's Amy." "Best-paid taxi drivers in London." "Where are you?" "Where did you go last night?" "Can you tell me what happened?" "Call me back, yeah?" "Hello?" "I can't sleep." "Poor baby." "Not funny." "I was at a scene until five." "I cannot switch off." "I'm beginning to panic." "Builders next door are killing me." "What's that noise in the background?" "I'm running a bath." "Trying to block out the noise and calm me down a bit." "Is it working?" "Not so far." "I need some peace!" "So you called me because you couldn't get hold of your therapist?" "Oh, please, stop." "My sides are sore from laughing." "Gotta go." "I think I've got to save someone's life." "She's not breathing." "I'm a doctor." "Call 999." "..six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve..." "My day gets better and better." "Oh, darling..." "OK, you were hit by a car, but you're alright." "Who are you?" "I'm Dr Alexander." "Am I in a hospital?" "Not yet." "Please make sure he doesn't hurt me." "Who?" "It's OK, no-one's gonna harm you." "I'm Rash" " Ambulance Service." "She'll be fine, we'll take care of her." "You're OK." "You'll be alright?" "Any neck pain, back pains?" "She's been hit by a car and been down approximately 15 minutes." "What's your name, love?" "My name's Timothy - Ambulance service." "Yeah?" "We'll just put some oxygen on you, OK?" "Stay nice and still for me." "Take a picture." "Go on." "Give it to me." "I think it needs a flash." "I thought the door was locked." "But she ran." "I thought she was asleep." "I cleaned up the sick, yeah?" "Had her shoes and all, but she just ran." "You weren't paying attention, Younis, that's the problem." "I thought..." "What happened to that freaky guy?" "Who's that?" "'Who's that'?" "You know, that guy with all the ink on his body?" "Oh, man with the tattoos." "We took him to the chippie?" "The one on the bridge?" "Yo." "Listen, the dude was off his head, fam." "You get me?" "We should find her, make sure she's OK." "Who's that?" "That's you, fam." "You know who." "Make sure she knows I'm worried about her." "Get her something nice, something pretty." "You know what I'm saying." "Yeah, safe, man, yeah." "Tomorrow." "Cool." "Yo, did they put her in an ambulance?" "Yeah." "AE?" "Yeah, I think." "You think?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Ooh-hoo!" "What?" "What are you seeing?" "Check that out, yeah?" "Oh, man!" "My man's on the next table." "That's mine, yeah." "Check this out, yeah?" "Oh, my belonging." "Look at that." "You like it, yeah?" "Look at those..." "Next, next." "Aha." "I'll have a look." "Yo, pass, pass it to me, man." "Man, you're on a beating." "Man, I've got girls." "I've got girls in every area code, you get me?" "I'm not even bothered if you show me or not, fam, 'cause you know why?" "Why?" "Man's gettin' it in real life, fam." "You can keep it." "When do I get to meet her?" "Soon, man." "She not ready yet." "She got a girlfriend?" "Yeah, course." "Check this out." "You bastard!" "You said you loved me!" "What is wrong with you?" "!" "You like lying?" "!" "You just want to get with me...!" "Amy, calm down." "What do you mean, 'calm down'?" "!" "You know I love you." "I hate you!" "Why are you laughing at me?" "What are you laughing at?" "You..." "Amy, Amy." "Amy, look at me." "Look at me." "Look at me." "No, you lie..." "I know you're upset, but you know I love you." "Come on, you are my little princess." "Look at me." "Come here, my princess." "That's what I'm talking about, hey?" "That's it." "I want to collect the personal effects found on or with the body." "This is for...?" "A death last night." "The body was found collapsed in the street." "Hounslow." "There was no identification on the body and as a consequence the victim remains unidentified." "Ah." "That wasn't my case." "Probably best if you speak to the pathologist in attendance." "If he's returned any items, he'll make sure they're ready for collection by the time of the PM." "When can I expect the post-mortem?" "Uh... yes, here we are." "Dr Cunningham was at the scene." "I'll speak with him when he comes in and make sure that he liaises with you." "Thank you, Professor." "He's not in now?" "We stagger shifts." "Oh." "Do you?" "Yes, we do." "That's good to know." "Was there something unusual about the scene...?" "No." "Body was covered in tattoos." "Lot 91 - five pieces of unclaimed luggage from Stanstead Airport." "Do I hear 25?" "25." "Looking for 30. 30." "I have 30. 35." "Do I have 35?" "35." "Do I have 40?" "40?" "Any advance on 35?" "Going once, twice, sold." "DIY?" "Don't ask." "When are you gonna do the post-mortem on last night's arrival?" "Why?" "Has he got somewhere to go?" "I've had a detective inspector asking me about it." "The one with no obvious social skills or discernible sense of humour?" "That's the one." "I was hoping to do it tonight, but I'm not sure I'm up to it." "Hiya." "Sorry I'm so late." "I got caught up in an RTC." "I hope you weren't the one involved." "No." "Someone got knocked down." "H and R?" "No." "DOS?" "No." "TTH." "Mm." "RLS?" "What?" "Hit and run, dead on the scene.." "TTH - taken to hospital." "RLS - red lights and sirens." "Good." "What happened to you?" "MFBU." "What?" "My flat blew up." "UK Border Agency - stay where you are!" "Firemen thought the the builders must have dinged my neighbour's gas pipe," "I ran my bath, fumes reached my boiler..." "What, the builders who were 'killing' you?" "Almost literally killed me, yes." "You could do with a rest." "I'll do your post-mortem for you." "I've always admired you, Leo." "I can help if you want." "Great." "Thanks." "Do you remember the name of the DI?" "Vickers." "Only I better give him a call." "Here's his card." "Thanks." "Go home, have a rest." "Or go... somewhere and have a rest." "Where are you gonna stay?" "Hotel, till I can find a flat to rent." "You can stay at mine if you want." "I've got a spare bedroom." "No." "Couldn't do that." "Of course you can." "No." "Wouldn't be right." "Why not?" "You gonna be late?" "Please don't." "You sure?" "The illustrated man..." "Ray Bradbury." "Yeah." "That is extraordinary..." "A work of art." "I'm not sure I'd go that far." "Look, he's writing already." "We haven't even started yet." "He likes to take notes." "Hmmph." "Could you take some photos of the tattoos?" "Mm-hm." "Help the police with their identification." "There can't be many missing persons who are human canvasses." "Look at this." "There's evidence of infection around what looks like the most recent tattoo." "It's started to look impetiginized in there." "It's got crusty-looking lesions on the skin." "There is desquamation on the soles of the feet and on the palms." "What are you looking for?" "Staph or strep." "Where was he found?" "He was collapsed on the street in the early hours." "People avoided him 'cause they thought he was drunk." "Blood?" "Please." "Thanks for doing this." "No worries." "You were nice to help him." "Well, um... ..I FBFHPB." "Hmm?" "I felt bad for him." "Poor bastard." "They said they saw you in a club getting with Shannon." "It's not true." "Why would they say it, then?" "It was a mistake." "No." "I looked at her profile, she had your photo on her wall." "Alright, log in and show me, then." "Go on, log in." "Go on." "What's she playing at?" "She was meant to be my best mate." "You're chuffed, you bastard!" "What is wrong with you?" "!" "You lie to me all the time!" "Why can't you just be truthful with me for more than five seconds?" "Look at me." "Tell me the truth, then." "Look at me." "Look at me." "You're with the man they all want to be with, you know." "You're special." "I picked you." "I love you." "Come here." "Come here." "Come here." "Got you something." "It's... it's really nice." "You like it?" "I love it." "Thank you." "Thanks." "You want one?" "What are they?" "Pills to make life easy." "Go on, then." "Wash that down." "More." "More." "'More,' he says." "More." "She sighted you, yeah?" "Yeah, man." "Here we go." "Yeah..." "Here we go, man." "Hello, hello, hello." "Check you out, all flossed up, yeah?" "Who's your friend?" "This is Hannah." "She's my mate at school." "Yeah?" "Nice to meet you." "You look lovely." "This is my mate" " Kamran." "You alright?" "That's for you." "You like that, yeah?" "Yeah." "Here, I got some ciggies to go with it." "Smoke, yeah?" "I seen the photo of you." "Not supposed to show anyone." "Hey." "Sorry." "Didn't mean for him to see." "He nicked a glance over my shoulder." "Don't want him looking at my girl." "Yeah?" "So, what we gonna do, then?" "Dunno." "What you want to do?" "What's your name again?" "There's a small amount of undigested food in the stomach." "Um... potato, possibly chips, and... ..that." "Hmmph." "Anybody's guess." "Gaffer?" "Hello?" "I need to speak to Professor Dalton." "Oh, uh, sorry, we're doing a post-mortem at the moment." "Can I get him to call you back?" "Yeah, I know." "It's DI Vickers." "I need him to attend a crime scene immediately." "OK." "I'll, um..." "I'll let him know." "Thank you." "He just got a call and he's calling you because he needs you to attend with him." "I don't know anything about it." "Why won't anyone listen to what I have to say?" "I bought it today at the auction." "Unclaimed luggage from the airport." "I admit about the cigarettes." "I put my hands up to that." "I told the man." "I put my hands up to that." "I am guilty of smuggling." "I told the other man." "I'm guilty of that, but this?" "This has nothing to do with me." "I never, never would do anything like this." "You have to believe me." "Never." "Can you tell me anything?" "Young woman." "Looks like she's been dead at least two months, possibly as long as six depending on where the suitcase was kept... temperature, humidity." "I'll know more when I get her back to the Lyell Centre." "Oh." "You look at them, you know, and you wonder, why are they like this?" "Why?" "They got nothing to show them the way, to make them whole." "They think they're worth something, but they're not, you know." "They just want to get drunk, show off, get wasted." "They're worth nothing to nobody." "Don't even know what a culture is, empty..." " That's what it is, you know." " She's a skep, fam." "What, shit-faced, fall down, laugh, open the legs." "Agh!" "I'm horny now, fam." "Straight up, man, horny." "Wow..." "They don't know from this." "Younis, what you saying, blud?" "Hmm?" "No." "White pussy, blud." "I'm good." "No, I'm good." "I want it right now." "She's a skep, fam." "So good, innit?" "Ooh..." "Hello." "Ooh!" "My little princess." "You're heavy." "OK." "Shh." "Fam!" "See, Fawad, you want some of this, then, yeah?" "Look at me." "No, please." "Look at me." "No..." "It's good." "It's gonna be OK." "OK." "OK." "I really don't like it." "Come on." "Come on, please." "Please." "Play this game on my phone..." "Go on, give us a little treat." "Give us a little treat." "Yeah!" "Yeah..." "She was a young girl." "Judging by the state of her teeth, postpubescent." "15 to 18, possibly older." "Try and narrow the window as much as possible... makes it easier to crosscheck the missing-person reports." "If she's in a suitcase, she could be from anywhere." "Mm." "Anywhere in the world." "Vickers is trying to trace the movements of the suitcase, see if he can find the place of origin." "Hi." "Do you remember me?" "You were there, at the accident." "Yeah." "How are you feeling?" "Sore... but alright, yeah." "Do you want to see my bruise?" "Sure." "Wow." "That's a pretty spectacular haematoma." " You got to help me." "Please." " 5 minutes, Mrs Hamilton." "Excuse me." "Excuse me!" "I'll be right back." "Excuse me." "What kind of medication is she on?" "I really can't..." "She seems very anxious." "We are keeping an eye on her." "Is she in withdrawal?" "Doctor's aware and so are the police." "Could I have the doctor's name?" "Uh... who are you?" "What's your interest?" "I'm a doctor." "Nikki Alexander." "I attended to her at the scene just before the paramedics arrived." "I just wanted to check she was OK." "She's on the mend." "I'll get you the name of the doctor who's been treating her." "Apparently, you're on the mend." "I need to get out of here." "I don't understand." "He's gonna find me." "Who?" "You don't have to tell me, but can you tell your parents?" "They'd look after you." "Or the police." "They'd protect you." "If I tell the police, he's gonna..." "Tell the police, Shannon." "Tell someone." "This has got my mobile number on it." "If you need someone to talk to..." "You have a present." "How are we?" "Long night?" "Yeah." "I slept absolutely brilliantly." "Very, very long, no interruptions." "I'm delighted." "Amazing the way it just changes your whole view of the world." "Yeah." "I'm sure your illustrated man..." "OUR illustrated man, Leo." "What's mine is yours - you know that." "Yep, well, except sleep." "He presents with severe desquamation of the feet and palms of his hand." "Does he?" "This is not a hypothetical." "Have you ruled out Stevens-Johnson syndrome, scarlet fever, necrotising fasciitis?" "No, not particularly, no." "He has an infection of the skin with crusty lesions around a recently applied tattoo." "And he's got exudates on his tonsils." "Probably a strep infection." "That coupled with the desquamation," "I would say TSS or SDSS." "Haven't seen toxic shock for a long time." "No, nor me." "Let's see what microbiology throws up." "Anyway, now that you are up to speed," "I'm handing OUR illustrated man over to you." "What you looking for?" "My wallet and my spare keys." "You've still got the main set, haven't you?" "Yeah." "What did I do with my wallet?" "When did you last see it?" "I dunno." "What's this?" "You trying to matchmake me again?" "I don't know who she is." "She came in a suitcase." "Have you got the lab results for illustrated man?" "Should be back anytime." "I want to have a look at them." "Thanks for letting me stay." "I slept beautifully." "You looked peaceful." "Do you think I could have left it in the kitchen?" "Dunno." "Possibility." "Don't remember seeing them, to be honest." "Did you make your bed and do your dishes before you left?" "Yeah, yeah, I did that." "Um..." "Umar?" "Umar!" "Can you open the door?" "!" "Open the door...!" "Please open the door!" "Oh...!" "Right, well, he did test positive for both staphylococcus aureus and streptococcus pyogenes." "He was also suffering from multiple infections, including pharyngitis, impetigo." "As you saw, very heavy smoker, cilia gone, lungs full of tar and mucus, arteries congested." "Very little right with him at the best of times." "Immunosuppressed, the strep had penetrated in deep layers of the skin." "And here we can see the presence of necrotising fasciitis." "Was it the tattoo needle that introduced the bacterium?" "I think it, I'm almost certain of it, but I can't prove it." "All you can say is that he was riddled with strep and presenting with all the visible consequences, but the invisible consequence killed him... toxic shock syndrome, renal collapse, pulmonary collapse." "One tattoo too many." "A dirty needle, huh?" "All of the above." "To top it all, look at these bloods." "Oof." "Sort of walking, large pharmaceutical cocktail." "Cocaine, oxycodone..." "Wouldn't even have felt ill until he died where he dropped." "Toxic shock strikes fast - matter of hours." "Do we know if police have traced next of kin?" "Vickers posted the photographs on a tattooist social networking site." "And a woman is on her way down from Burley." "Oh, um, sorry to disturb you." "I'm looking for..." "Dr Nick Alexander." "Nikki Alexander." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "That is just totally inexcusable." "I'll get over it." "I'm DS Masood." "Can we speak privately, please?" "Your office?" "Thank you." "Follow me." "Well, you know, she walked out of the hospital just after lunch, and the nurse said that you had come to see her." "She walked out of her own free will?" "Yes." "That's the operating assumption." "Why?" "Oh, thank you." "It's just, um... ..well, she told me she needed help." "She needed to get out of the hospital because 'he'd' find her." "Who's 'he'?" "I don't know." "I'm just hoping 'he' didn't." "Did she say anything else?" "No, uh..." "She was incredibly anxious when I tried to help her after she'd been hit by the car." "It was like she was running away from something or someone down the street." "She became hysterical when she saw the paramedic." "The paramedic?" "Yes." "Why?" "What did they look like?" "Male, 30s, Asian..." "Asian?" "Yes." "Right." "Well, subcontinent" " Indian, Bangladeshi, Pakistani..." "I didn't ask where he was from." "And you couldn't tell?" "No." "His country of origin wasn't my priority at that moment." "And you say she became hysterical." "When she saw him." "Well..." "she was coming off oxycodone." "It was still in her blood." "And apparently that can make you generally very anxious." "Withdrawal from oxycodone would account for anxiety, but then so would running away from someone you're scared of, so..." "She reached out to me." "I-I feel bad." "Dr Alexander, Shannon Kelly was 15 years old and the doctors at the hospital discovered that she... no, they suspect that she was sexually abused." "They got a counsellor in to try and speak to her and they called us, but before I could get there, she walked out of the hospital." "I just need to make a list of possible abusers and try and identify them so she feels safe talking to us." "You've been extremely helpful." "Mrs Dear." "Hello." "Cheryl." "Hello." "Harry Cunningham." "Yeah, I was told you've got my husband here." "I'm afraid we might do, yes." "It would be good if you could identify him." "The police are on their way." "Can I just see him?" "I've come a long way." "I just want to see him." "Uh..." "OK." "Course, why not?" "Follow me." "They didn't tell me how he died." "He didn't fall off a motorcycle or anything gruesome?" "No." "No." "So how'd he die?" "Um..." "It might be best if we just get the identification done..." "Drug overdose?" "No." "..make sure it is your husband." "Better be." "I told everyone it is." "Did he have a tattoo of three wizards and the middle one's holding a golden orb?" "Oh, it was an orb." "Yeah." "It were definitely an orb." "Right." "I should know" " I did it." "Right." "You-You-You..." "did all his tattoos?" "Yeah." "That's how we met." "I'm an artist." "You certainly are." "Yeah." "I think I'm proudest of the one of the devil coming out of hell on his belly." "You seen that one?" "Yes, I did." "It was, um, lovely." "So you did all his tattoos?" "Even the most recent one?" "The one that said 'Cheryl', heart, and then the word 'eternity'." "Right." "Yeah." "Cheryl - that's me." "Course." "Course." "No-one else was gonna touch his body." "Quite." "So, three or four days ago would that have been, the most recent one?" "Yeah." "I won an award for the tattoo... of the devil bursting out of hell on his belly." "Congratulations." "OK?" "Yeah." "That's my Johnny." "What a lovely man he was." "A faithful, lovely man." "Heart attack?" "Not exactly." "Um..." "I told him to lay off the salt." "It was a system failure due to a bacterial infection." "Right." "Well, that don't sound good, does it?" "Guess it don't matter how you go." "It's all the same destination." "But I'm gonna miss him." "We're gonna have a big do for him in Burley." "Be a good night." "Claire Kelly?" "Yes." "Mother of Shannon Kelly?" "Yes." "Has she been arrested?" "Your daughter, Shannon Kelly, was hit by a car yesterday and taken into hospital." "Is she OK?" "Far as I know." "Why wasn't I told?" "Because she asked the doctors not to." "But they have no right." "Your daughter has the right." "She's under age." "Gillick's competence allows her the right to receive treatment without her parents being informed." "I want to see her." "Well... she walked out of the hospital and we don't know where she is." "I take it you haven't seen or heard from her." "No..." "Is your partner in?" "I'd like to speak to him." "What, my husband?" "Well, no, he's at work." "Excuse me." "Does a Mr Abdul Aziz work here?" "Abdul!" "Shannon Kelly is your stepdaughter, is that right, Mr Aziz?" "Yeah, that's right." "What's this about?" "Do you recognise this?" "No." "Never seen it before." "When was the last time you saw your stepdaughter?" "I dunno, about five months ago." "We had a falling out." "God, that's a long falling out." "I suppose it happens, she's a teenager, but, um, five months?" "What did you fall out over?" "Didn't want her going out with the boys she was seeing." "Were you jealous?" "Jealous?" "What is this?" "Well, I just..." "I just don't understand..." "She goes out with somebody you don't like, so you cut her off completely?" "That's the behaviour of someone who's jealous." "No." "It's the behaviour of someone who doesn't want some animals giving drugs to his daughter." "I expect to be respected in my own house." "If my daughter can't respect me, then she's not my daughter." "Does your wife feel the same way or was you relationship with your daughter sort of... special?" "Secret, maybe?" "You want to accuse me of something, why don't you just come out and say it?" "Did you have sexual relations with your stepdaughter?" "No." "You disgust me." "Hey." "My princess." "How you feeling?" "I've got something for you." "What have you got for me?" "Ah..." "Oh, you're good to me." "It's because I love you." "Want to smoke it?" "Yeah." "Have you heard from Shannon?" "I love Shannon." "Seriously." "She went away." "You told me she went away." "Mm." "You just want to get with her." "That's all you want to do." "Nah." "I'm with you." "Ahh." "I've logged in to Amy's page." "Now you frape her." "Send Shannon a message from Amy." "See where she is, see if she's left the hospital or something." "Yes, yes, yes." "And you, you take care of things here." "Yeah." "See." "Oh, oh, off!" "£50 you." "Quality, I'm telling you." "50?" "50." "She's young, she's white, she's 14, something like that." "She's £50." "No. 50 is too much." "Then you piss off somewhere else." "Don't you speak to me...!" "If the man says it's 50, then it's 50, yeah?" "Why do you act like you are gonna get any pussy on your own for?" "Seen the way you look, bruv?" "Jabba, pay the man." "Go on, get out, man." "Make sure you take some of that viagra." "You're gonna need it." "Yo, Kamran." "Yo." "In case she needs it." "This way, this way." "Younis, you take care of Salman and the new girl, yeah?" "Who... me?" "Bruv, you want it!" "Come on!" "Alright, alright." "The new girl, yeah!" "Younis gonna get some pussy tonight, yeah?" "What the fuck!" "All I'm trying to do is help you out, bruv." "There you go." "Enjoy." "Hi, babe." "Hi." "Hi." "Hi." "I'm Hannah." "Younis." "You alright?" "Yeah." "Cool." "Thanks." "Do you want that one?" "No." "Come on, what you want?" "I'll get you." "Come on." "Anything you want, babe." "Anything you want." "Come on." "Come on!" "Come on, let's go." "Ah, you ladies!" "I-I think you're a very pretty girl." "Thanks." "I want to go." "What's wrong with you?" "Come on, they're nice." "No, the other one's weird." "I just want to go." "Oh, no, come on, for me." "Please." "OK." "Go on, let me see your titties, yeah?" "No...!" "Go on." "Take your pants off." "No..." "Come on." "Come on." "Oh, yeah, babe, that's good." "Customs and Excise say the suitcase was wrapped in plastic when they confiscated it." "It hadn't been opened and yet Airport Security and the baggage handlers can't explain how the suitcase could have arrived in Britain, have no identifying tags, not be claimed, and yet not be opened." "Hmm..." "Could it have been X-rayed?" "It can't have been subject to an X-ray, or the body would have been seen in the suitcase." "DNA database?" "How should we proceed?" "Well, Dr Alexander has begun the post-mortem." "But I suspect it'll be a slow process, given the circumstances." "Ready to go?" "Yes, honey." "Just let me look at one more slide, will you?" "Should we get a takeaway?" "Mm." "Lebanese?" "You know I don't like Lebanese." "You're right - I said it just to wind you up." "Indian?" "Not my favourite." "But you could live with it." "You find anything, by the way?" "No, it's so strange." "I can't find them anywhere." "Not about your keys - 'suitcase girl'." "Oh." "Fibres and spores." "There's something to work with." "Mind you, there's always something to work with." "Do you want some more?" "No, thanks." "It will spoil the muesli that I may eat at 4:00 in the morning when I wake up starving." "Did I say thank you for the flowers?" "No." "Don't have to say thank you for a thankyou present." "Where would it end?" "Thank you." "They're lovely." "Harry?" "Harry!" "What?" "Was that you?" "Was what me?" "Are you OK?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Oh, good - you're fine." "I'm awake." "Do you want a cup of tea?" "And some muesli?" "Why not?" "I'm wide awake now." "My wallet..." "And my keys..." "How did they...?" "Shannon?" "I didn't know where to go." "I wasn't feeling well and you said you were a doctor." "What do you think?" "She's burning." "We need to call an ambulance." "No, please, don't." "Scarlet fever?" "She needs antibiotics immediately." "It's OK." "I'm gonna make sure you're safe." "You promised me." "You're ill, Shannon." "You need treatment - it's the best thing." "He's gonna find me." "Dr Alexander." "Can I...?" "We've picked up her stepfather." "We've questioned him and we're gonna keep an eye on him." "So please don't worry." "We'll take good care of her." "How do you know it's him?" "We can't be sure, but, um, Shannon accused him on her Facebook page." "So, once her condition improves, we'll question her directly." "Oh." "He's Asian." "It's the right thing to do." "She's very ill." "Can't take responsibility for her." "Yeah, I still feel responsible, though." "If it's the right thing to do, why do you look so concerned." "I haven't seen a severe case of strep infection for quite a while, but... now in the last 24 hours from the same area of London we have two - TSS and scarlet fever." "There you go." "Told you she was beautiful." "Oh, yes, babe." "That is prime." "You look - boom!" " good enough to... grr!" "Hey." "There you go, sir." "Enjoy." "Yes, babe." "That looks great." "Bit short." "You look great." "Trust me, I'm a man who knows." "OK." "You get me?" "Yeah." "Definitely." "Ho-ho-ho-ho!" "My, oh, my, oh, my!" "Please..." "Please, Umar..." "So, I'm thinking, yeah, we get a little bite to eat, you guys change up into your little somethin'-somethin' and then..." " we go and meet some friends, yeah?" " Yeah." "Yo." "Stay in the car, yeah?" "Come on, girls." "Easy..." "Yo." "This is my boy, Umar." "You're gonna love him." "Yeah, boy." "Ah." "Yeah..." "Hannah?" "Lauren?" "No?" "Hannah?" "Lauren?" "That's what I'm talking about." "What do you say?" "What's going on?" "Sit down." "Sorry." "Sorry." "Sorry." "Don't recognise the number..." "You on call?" "No." "No." "Call 'em back." "Night." "The SOCO's already inside." "It is safe to go in." "I asked for you." "It's a young girl." "Her name is Amy Chester." "She was locked inside the room." "Well, that's murder." "You were meant to look after things!" "She knows who murdered Amy Chester... that's why she's so terrified." "Shannon Kelly can make trouble for us." "She tells somebody a story, somebody believes her..." "Umar, she ain't gonna say nothin'." "I'm investigating a group of men." "I think they are rapists." "And I think they groom white girls." "The girl in the suitcase?" "Yes." "I've been resembling her." "I've been waiting for you to come." "You found her?" "I've done bad things." "They said I could go to prison." "Shannon, we found your DNA on Johnny Dear's dead body." "OK, are we sure what we got, then?" "No, I don't want to." "Come on, you trust me, yeah, don't you?" "It wasn't supposed to be like this." "I fell in love." "Who with?"