- Hi. - Oh, Zoe!
Sorry I'm late, Gemma. There was a fire alarm in the shop.
Oh, you're not late.
Those costumes you picked out worked a treat, by the way.
Hey - you two!
OK, everyone, props and costumes back in their boxes, please.
Haven't given up hope of getting her on stage.
Oh, no... She is loving doing the scenery.
And she's doing a great job.
I had a chat with her this morning.
I think she misses her dad.
Oh, I'm sorry. Are you OK?
- Yeah. - Look, do you think you can get him along to the play?
Mean the world to her.
- Yeah. Yeah, definitely. - Great.
Oh, Kate! I've got your fabrics.
- There you go. - Thanks.
Thanks again for making Chloe the lead - just what she needed.
I was exactly the same at her age, you know -
outwardly uber-confident, inwardly...
I don't believe that!
- I'm just gonna... - Yeah.
- Jesus! - Sorry.
What's your excuse?
Why are you still here?
Oh, just catching up on the old paperwork.
The boss's lot. Er, do you fancy a swift one?
Look, I love working here.
I just... I wouldn't want to ruin it...
OK.
- Me, too. - Great! Bye.
- Night. - Night.
He hung about all afternoon to ask you for a drink?
I think so.
Must've fancied his chances.
Doesn't matter - he got the message this time.
What do you mean, "this time"?
- For Christ's sake, Greg. - Has he bothered you before?
Well, he... he's asked me out a few times, yeah.
Didn't think to tell me?
No, because it was so astronomically trivial...
And I knew how you'd react.
Look, if you want a girl who needs her battles fought,
then we'll just have to split up.
Show me your phone.
Don't do this.
If you've got nothing to hide, what's the problem?
Gemma.
Gemma!
Fuck!
Mum...
- ...can I get a new phone case? - Yeah, yeah.
Just... use the MasterCard, not the Visa, OK?
Sorry to keep going over this, Greg.
It's OK.
If it helps find Gemma...
She came home from school as normal.
We talked about her day, then I decided to go for a run.
When I got back, Gemma was gone.
The lights were on, the TV was on,
her handbag was on the sofa with her coat.
The only thing missing was her phone.
Er... is there any news?
Anything at all?
All I can say is we're doing everything possible
to bring Gemma home safe.
Gemma's phone records.
Over the last month, you called her, on average,
35 times a day,
seven days a week.
I've had...
HAVE, erm...
...control issues. I can be over-protective at times.
I mean, it's a good quality, right?
Caring about someone, you know?
Sure.
But then there's holding on too tight, isn't there?
That's not you?
That's not me.
He's violent, controlling and his alibi stinks,
but he's very patient with the questions.
Now, if Gemma's alive or dead, my gut instinct is,
we won't get a confession out of him.
Plus, if he knows we suspect him, we lose our edge.
We're not gonna disabuse him?
Not till he makes a mistake - and when he does, we'll be watching.
Well, they will.
What was that? 197
21.
- Time well spent? - Yep.
How do you stay awake for that long?
- Skills... - Lightweight.
I once spent two days in a haystack waiting for some tardy pornographers
with nothing but a donkey for company.
CID have a job for us.
Surveillance on the home of missing teacher Gemma Hillman.
We have an authority to watch her partner, Greg Sullivan, 24/7,
effective immediately.
24777 They must like him.
We only have authority for 48 hours.
Name and address of a residence
immediately opposite the target flat.
I'll do the background checks, boss...
- Thanks. - I'll get the gear.
Um, just so you know, this job comes from your old branch of CID.
Right.
Not going to be a problem, is it, working with them again?
- It was bound to happen one day, sir. - And now that it has?
I'll be fine, boss. Promise.
Good man.
Eyelines look good. Background checks?
Clean as a whistle.
She's a deputy manager at a clothing shop on Market Street.
- Hello?! - Zoe Sterling?
Yeah?
This is Detective Constable Stella Beckett,
could you let us in, please?
I've already spoken to the police.
Yeah, well, we're from a different department. Could you let us in?
- Come in. - Cheers.
It's Zoe Sterling, right? Do you mind if we call you Zoe?
Look, is this about Gemma? I mean... why else would you be here?
So you know Gemma from the street, right?
Yeah, but she's a mate, too, not just a neighbour.
Sure. Sure.
It just... just doesn't feel real, any of it.
She's just the sweetest person.
Zoe, we'd like to use your flat for surveillance purposes.
What... to spy on someone?
Greg?
I'm afraid I can't really tell you that.
Yeah. He is someone of interest to us.
We won't insult your intelligence.
You may have noticed your flat is directly opposite Gemma's?
Right.
So will you help us, Zoe?
We just want to do everything we can to get Gemma home safe.
Yeah. Yeah, course.
Right. Why don't you check out the additional vantage points, Martin,
yeah?
I could murder a brew.
Erm, yeah... Two coffees?
- Tea, please. - Yeah.
- Does he want one? - Do you want a cup of tea, Martin?
I'm OK, thanks.
Oh, White Stripes at the Roadhouse? I were at that gig!
No way!
That was the first Manchester show, wasn't it?
Second, I think, yeah, they played the Uni the year before.
That was back when...
Listen, is it all right if I get you to sign this consent form?
Sure. Yeah, of course.
Hello, support.
Yeah, it's Martin.
Can we have another look at our host, Zoe Sterling, please?
Sure, hold the line.
"Clean as a whistle." Drug possession times two.
Ancient history.
And did I forget to mention the living, breathing child she has?
OK, so the kid's not ideal, but Cox thinks it's an acceptable risk.
It's the only eyeline that works for us.
- I'll see you in the morning. - No, wait. It's your turn on nights.
- No, it's not. - It's your turn on nights.
I've got plans - it's Jack's birthday.
Again?
See you in the morning, mate...
I miss her so much.
Why don't you stir that for me for a minute?
How are the vantage points working out for you?
Er, yeah, they're great. Thank you.
I am gonna need you to date the signatures as well, please.
- All right. - Thanks.
Look, you can tell me to get lost, but...
why do you think Greg's got anything to do with this?
You haven't arrested him and Gemma is just missing, right?
You'll have to ask CID.
- What, that's not you...? - No.
CID tell us who to watch and we watch.
The "why" isn't really my business.
So you're a glorified camera, basically?
Yeah. Basically.
You gotta form your own opinions on who you're watching?
- Are they innocent? Are they guilty? - Yeah.
I try not to let that get in the way.
I'm sorry...
Yeah. Yeah, I'm here. It's a bit of a tongue twister.
First-floor flat and you're gonna have to use the front door, OK?
You could use the back door.
Hold on a sec...
The man downstairs is away. We water his plants.
So you've got the keys?
We need to set up in your daughter's room, is that OK?
Fine, she sleeps in my room anyway.
How long has he been away?
Er, couple of months?
He's South African.
He spends half the year in Cape Town.
- What do we do now? - We wait for Teri from support.
Thanks.
There are a couple of things you can help me with,
but don't read anything into it, OK?
'What is it?
Two years ago, a neighbour called 999
because she was concerned for Gemma's safety.
It was a row that got out of hand.
TI punched the wall, er...
well, a mirror.
I didn't hurt her.
Do you mind telling me what the row was about?
The restaurant.
I had taken out a loan and I was struggling to repay it.
- What's the other thing? - Gemma's phone records.
Over the last month, you've called her on average 35 times a day,
seven days a week.
I've had - have, erm, control issues.
A 29-year-old primary school teacher
has gone missing from her flat in Manchester.
Gemma Hillman was last seen two days ago
and police were alerted when her partner, Greg Sullivan,
reported she had disappeared from their home in Westbury Street.
Police say they're treating her disappearance as unexplained
and have launched a full missing persons investigation.
Mr Sullivan has been helping...
- Sorry, can I just...? - Sure.
So...
...where's home?
Oh, I'm in town.
Well, that's not a London accent, I can hear, then...?
West Ealing.
Did my training up here... and I never went back.
What about you?
Llanelli, South Wales.
Cl-clinnethli?
Yeah, that's it.
What is that, like four ls?
Yeah. Yeah, very good.
So what brought you up here?
Music.
It was always my thing, but there wasn't much of a scene back home.
Any. So I just came up here and got a job at Eastern Bloc.
- What, the record shop? - Yeah.
I was a PC in the Northern Quarter.
- It was on my beat. - Small world.
Yeah, probably stood behind you in the queue at Greggs.
Only if I had a really bad hangover.
That's where I met Caitlin's dad.
The record shop?
- Yeah, not Greggs! - Ah, OK. Right.
So... does he have a name?
- Caitlin's dad? - Tim.
We're having a bit of a break at the minute.
Not the first, probably won't be the last.
We're off to Morocco for Christmas, so we'll be back on track by then.
Ooh, what's happening?
Ah, just the other day when we were doing the house-to-house,
we had reports of a prowler...
Oh, yeah, apparently there was someone hanging around in the alley. But...
Yeah, you don't think it could be...?
- No. Listen, Janice is all right. - Really?
Yeah, she babysits for Caitlin sometimes -
and she gets enough shit from these residents without you piling in.
- What's their problem? - Take a wild guess.
The boat?
The paintwork, the shed in the garden.
They all started a petition asking her to clear it up.
Saying she's a health and safety hazard
when all she is is a gentrification hazard.
- You didn't sign it? - No, I fucking did not.
- Would you? - It's irrelevant what I'd do.
Go on, hypothetically?
Honestly, hand on heart, I can't say I'd want her living next door to me.
You'd better get that.
- Sarah? - Martin.
- Sarah? - Max is in hospital!
What?
He had another fit at football practice
and he might have concussion!
TI wasn't supposed to pick him up till 8, and I'm still on the train.
OK, OK, what hospital is he in?
OK, just give me the information.
- Are you sure he has a concussion? - Yes.
OK, what about your parents, can they go?
They're away! Can you go or not?!
I can't leave my post.
Can you make an exception?
Coach has to leave soon and Max will be on his own.
Yeah, OK. I'll call you back.
Stella... Come on, come on, come on.
Hiya, it's Stella, leave a message.
I just need to pop out for a bit, OK?
- Would you mind not going in there? - Yeah, yeah. Promise.
All right. Th-Thanks.
- Coach... Where's Max? - They're checking him over now.
Is he OK? Is he in pain?
- He'll be fine. It's just a bump to the head. - OK.
Look, I'm gonna have to go, mate.
I've already missed two engagements tonight, so...
Oh, well, sorry to inconvenience you.
Well, look, this is, what,
the third time he's fitted this season?
If he wants to play, he plays, all right?
Dad.
Son.
Come here. You all right? You all right?
Yeah?
I thought he said not to go in?
Jesus, Caitlin!
- Well, he did. - Well it's our flat, isn't it?
To bed, please.
I get it.
No...
How long do you think you're gonna be?
Well, we'll call you when the consultant's ready.
All right. Thank you.
- OK. - All right.
Hello.
Yeah, erm, he's got a visitor.
Who, Greg?
Yeah. Yeah, and she's bloody gorgeous.
What do you want me to do?
- Nothing. Nothing. - Dad?
Two seconds, all right?
OK, OK, OK, OK...
Look, I need you to go in Caitlin's room.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah. G-Give me a minute.
OK. Yeah. Yeah, I'm in.
OK, go to the viewfinder of the camera,
and tell me what's happening.
I'm just gonna put you on speaker.
OK. Well, they're in the kitchen...
she's got her back to me...
and your camera battery's flashing.
OK. Just talking? That's all, just talking?
Yeah. She, erm...
brought him a bottle of wine or champagne or something. It's...
When she arrived, was she in a vehicle or on foot?
A car?
It's an...
It's an MG, I think.
I need you to zoom in and get me that licence plate number.
OK...
Oh, yeah.
Hang on.
It's just...
Your camera's dead.
OK. OK. Erm...
OK. What's happening? Tell me what's happening.
Erm...
Well, erm...
OK, well, they're still talking.
Looks like it's getting a bit intense.
- What do you mean intense? - Intense how?
Well... I don't know. It's...
It's hard to explain.
Ah!
No, show's over.
He's drawn the blinds.
Are you sure you can't get me that number plate?
Leave it with me.
What do you mean, leave it with...? Zoe, don't go outside.
Do not go down...
Max Young?
Oh, my God, is he OK?
He's fine. He is upstairs having a quick bath,
and, you know, the vibe is definitely "don't make a fuss".
All well?
Martin?
Yeah.
Yeah, I have to go to CID tomorrow.
Oh... Why?
Well, we're doing a little bit of work with them, so...
Well, maybe...
maybe it'll help lay some ghosts to rest.
You know, if you do good work for them...
...and I'm sure you will.
It might make you feel better about everything.
I should, erm... probably get going.
You did say you were gonna give me your keys back.
Right, yeah, I did.
Sorry, I didn't mean to..
No, it's fine. I don't... I don't need them.
I did tonight, but...
- Maybe a bit thinner. - What, there?
- Like, higher cheek bones maybe? - What do you mean, here?
Like this?
No, maybe not thinner. Maybe...
Oh, it's her hair!
Her hair was up.
Good?
Yeah...
No, no. You took too long to answer that.
- I really need... - No.
No, it's good. Yeah, that's her.
- Yeah? - Yes.
- OK. Great. - Yeah.
So, erm... you know I had to pop out earlier?
- If you could... - What are you on about?
You've been here all night.
Thank you.
Your secret's safe with me.
OK, but when you say the word secret,
that makes me feel like I am gonna have a heart attack.
OK.
That's just not the best choice.
OK, well, maybe we don't say secret, we just never mention it again.
OK. Sounds good.
Yeah.
- Thanks. - Erm... I'm just gonna... Yeah.
I was hit! Help me!
Can I help you, Martin?
No, sorry, I was just, erm...
Martin.
Good to see you.
Hello, boss. Sorry, not boss. Old habits, you know.
- Good to have you on this. - Thank you.
OK, follow me.
Blood and DNA on the shoe found in Westbury Gardens
is a match to Gemma's and her phone's still offline.
Obviously, that makes it far less likely
she's gone off of her own volition,
so, in parallel to the MisPer inquiry,
we're now running a full homicide investigation.
What about Greg?
I still think he'll lead us to Gemma.
Dig into his contacts.
Anything that yields a location he might've taken her to
is worth pursuing, OK?
Now, most of you here will remember Martin Young.
Martin's in Surveillance now,
and he's going to brief us on a development last night.
Thank you.
So, Greg Sullivan... had a visitor last night.
Why are we looking at an E-FIT and not a photo?
Well, I was still unpacking the camera then.
- She didn't hang around very long. - On foot or in a vehicle?
Erm, she was in a vehicle.
- Silver MG, I think. - Couldn't get a reg?
Well, I thought about going down for a closer look,
but my cover would have been blown, SO...
You did right.
What was the vibe between them?
Erm... it was difficult to say,
but Greg did pull the blinds down pretty quickly.
If Greg's in a relationship, it'll all fall into place.
OK. ID-ing this woman is a priority.
What about the white BMW Gemma's headmaster saw her driving? Any joy?
We think he might have been mistaken
because she didn't have a driving licence,
she doesn't have any cars registered in her name...
One more thing.
Until we know different,
we proceed as if Gemma's still alive,
still saveable. Understood?
- Yes, boss. - OK.
Nice one, mate.
- Heya, mate. - Hey, you.
We don't actually have authority to watch that house.
I'm just saying.
Well, who lives there?
House belongs to a Kate and Carl Tuckman.
Largest property on the street. They own the whole thing.
Hmm!
Is that Gemma?
Where?
A picture of her, yeah.
Well, what are they doing?
Oh, some sort of DIY Find Gemma Club.
Urgh, that's all we fucking need, innit?
Right, I'm off.
- Later. - Yeah, take care.
Come on.
F-7-3-4-E-B-U.
Hiya, Martin.
- Roly. Did you PNC that Saab? - I did.
Registered to a Donald Vernon... who has form.
- For...? - Stalking.
Subject to two heavy duty restraining orders.
Who's the plaintiff?
It's redacted, unfortunately. But get this -
before all that, he used to be a copper.
- You're kidding? - A DI no less, down in Westport.
Seems his police record kept him out of jail.
Whose house was he showing an interest in?
Kate and Carl Tuckman.
Might be worth digging a bit deeper.
He was having a look at Kate and her friends.
There's reports of a prowler in the street and alleys at the back.
It could've been him?
Yeah, maybe.
I took a walk down there and you can see directly into Gemma's bedroom.
OK. I'll take a closer look at him.
Zoe!
Oh!
- Are you going to the vigil? - Yeah. Yeah, course.
When the school said they weren't doing anything, Kate went nuts.
Now, the head's gonna say something.
Well, she's, erm...
a very persuasive woman, your wife.
Er... Yeah.
And Caitlin? How's Caitlin doing?
Not good.
No, erm...
Yeah, I'm on my way to pick her up
from the After School Club, actually, cos...
Gemma used to walk her home.
If you're worried...
you know, being on your own with all this going on...
...my mobile's on there.
That's, erm...
really kind of you.
Apparently, Greg beat up Gemma last year,
but she was too scared to press charges.
- Says who? - Someone tweeted it.
Oh, well, then case closed, Melissa.
I hate to say it, but I heard something similar
and on good authority.
- Hi, Zoe. - Hiya.
No Tim?
No. No, he's, erm...
He's DJ-ing tonight in Liverpool. He's gutted, isn't he?
Thank you.
Erm... I hoped you'd be here, Zoe. I..
Thank you all for coming in these most difficult of circumstances.
My name's Dominic Banley. I'm the head...
..at St Isaac's,
where Gemma is a much-loved member of staff...
Hey.
That's my mum's best china, by the way. Don't drop it.
You must be Tim.
Don't take this the wrong way,
but I've absolutely no interest in who you are.
I would like to know what you're doing
in my daughter's bedroom, though.
I was just closing the window. It's getting a bit cold.
You know it's started, right? The vigil?
Yeah, you making a point?
Well, no, it's... It's only at the end of the street,
- I didn't know if you wanted to... - Goal!
I've got a set tonight.
People say there's no community in big cities,
people say it's every man for himself...
Well, you've all shown 'em they're dead wrong.
Very wrong.
So, let's take a moment to send our love...
and our prayers to Gemma.
From the bottom of our hearts...
we wish you a safe and speedy return.
- Come home, Gemma. - Come home, Gemma.
And, Kate, you were quite right to send me a four-page email at 3am...
Do you mind if I say a few words?
Er, no.
No, go ahead.
This is so beautiful.
Thank you.
The last three days have been hell.
But, er...
I have faith...
that Gemma is safe.
That she's gonna come home and be with us again like...
...none of this ever happened.
And to the few people here who can't meet my eye,
I'd remind you the police...
always suspect the boyfriend or the husband,
it's pretty much mandatory. It's in the bloody manual.
And to people that say there's no smoke without fire, I say...
Thank you so much, Greg. Thank you.
I'm sorry your dad didn't make it, love.
- Can I go inside? I've got the keys. - Yeah, go on.
Hey.
- Hey. - Thanks again.
I thought it was important to come.
- I mean, for Gemma. Yeah. - Right.
- Course... - Zoe!
We're having a few drinks, you wanna come in?
I, erm... No, another time maybe.
Night!
You don't remember, do you?
Last time we spoke?
You were quite pissed.
- Course I remember. - Quite philosophical, too.
- Oh, God. What shit was I spouting? - We talked about relationships.
Why don't you come in? We can finish the conversation?
- I can't... - Please, I'd really appreciate it.
Just ten minutes.
What are you doing?
No, no, no.
Hello?
Don't look up.
The alarm's just gone off at your work.
You need to leave. Tell him now.
Now.
Zoe, you're our host, you can't go into the target's flat.
All right, then. Brill. OK, thank you.
- Zoe... - Bye.