* Venez dans mes bras *
* Closer to me, dear *
* Donnez-vous a moi *
* Set aside all fear *
* Restons sans laisser pour l'eternite *
* Yes, you shall be mine *
* Till the end of time *
You alright? Yeah.
The boat's registered to a French fisherman.
Here.
It's a mess isn't it?
Eric Desprez.
I expect Monsieur Desprez...
had enough of the quotas and fancied the insurance. No?
Monsieur De-what's-his-face is safely tucked up in bed.
The boat was stolen yesterday.
So?
If it hadn't been for an anonymous three nines call...
there'd be nothing left of the boat.
So why would someone do that?
Nick a boat and then torch it in...
the middle of the English Channel...
and then phone it in?
Is that a toy car?
Why aren't forensics here?
You'll have to ask the governor.
The boat's going back to France later today.
It's alright!
Bring him up. There we are, there.
Let's get this off.
Christ alive! Someone's cut out his tongue.
I'm gonna get you!
First one to find a perfect shell for Daddy.
Go!
Go on!
Is Theo playing?
Theo's trying to read.
Go on...
Off you go. I can see one! I can see one!
I can find one, I can find one!
There's one!
I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you!
What are you...where did you get that? Take that off. Take that off.
Where did you find that? Over there!
You can't keep that darling. Come on.
What's your name?
You understand?
You're not in trouble for getting on the boat.
I just want to find whoever it is that hurt you.
What happened to the children?
Alright. You heard of knocking? just wait.
I don't think we're gonna get anything out of him. He's terrified.
Yeah. Yeah.
Well he should be.
Interpol have found a match on his...
finger prints. He's wanted in France.
He's not a migrant, he's a trafficker.
Yeah but there were children on board.
You've got no proof of that.
There's a toy, there's a child's shoe.
You don't think a known trafficker...
would make that trip without some sort of cargo?
He's Calais's problem, not ours.
Either they swam for their lives or someone took them.
French boat.
French trafficker. They're both going back to France.
Let's hope they're washed up on a French beach then.
I am sick of dealing with the...
shower of shit we get to wade through...
because those idiots can't police their borders.
He's on the shuttle the second he's well enough.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Hello. Hello.
Hey, stranger!
My old friend. Long-time no see, how are you?
DCI Roebuck again?
Commander Astor Chaput. I heard you were coming.
Hello. Please.
Okay. Catch you later.
Thank you.
Can I get you something to drink? Coffee?
No. No.
No? Thank you.
This is about Dibra, no?
Yes.
You want the organ grinder surely, not the monkey.
I am Commander now. So, how can I help?
Whoever Dibra was trafficking...
they've not yet been found.
I wasn't aware there was proof he was trafficking anyone.
Not proof, but plenty of suspicion. I'd like to interview him.
Once we've charged him with the theft...
of the boat he's being sent to Paris.
Can I have a couple of hours with him before he goes?
It's for of fences committed on British waters.
No problem. Thank you.
Though I warn you...
getting him to tell the truth...
when he had a tongue was hard enough.
Can I borrow Elise?
Oh yeah of course, sure. Yeah.
Thank you.
Seriously?
You're not even gonna say Hello?
Hello.
What have I done? I voted in.
What are you doing here? Bought you a croissant.
And I need your help.
Well I've got work to do.
We have a boat load of missing people...
and a mutilated child trafficker.
How about a pain au chocolat?
Until I've had my tooth fixed it's best to avoid eating anything sweet.
What happened to your tooth?
Did you bite someone?
Your boss said you could work with me.
He doesn't seem to be that concerned about human trafficking.
He's very concerned actually.
He got rid of the dedicated trafficking team...
so there's less trafficking arrests and the statistics...
show that the problem has decreased.
The traffickers are still there, there's...
less police officers to arrest them...
but on paper it looks like...
he's twice as efficient as I ever was.
Elise? What's he doing with your job?
I knew you'd do this.
Everyone else has managed to respect my decision.
We both know you were trafficking people on that boat?
Who were they?
We both know you were trafficking people on that boat.
Who were they?
What were their names? What were their names?
Did you even know their names...
or they just financial fucking transactions to you?
Did you even know their names...
or were they just financial fucking transactions to you?
What happened to the people on the boat?
Were there children on board?
Where there children on board?
Feel free to chip in any time.
No comment.
What's going on Elise?
If I wanted a translator I would've asked for one.
Well even if those kids are dead, they belong to someone.
And that someone deserves to know what's happened to them.
Lights out for eight thirty, book worm.
Okay. Na-night.
Maya? I'm home.
Hi.
Now?
Okay.
She wants to stay with you. I know.
And every part of me wants to hold on to her...
as tight as I can...
but I'm scared if I do that...
I'll frighten her off forever. You know?
What makes you think I'll do any better?
Well you can't do any worse.
I think she needs you, really.
You moved out and then her Grandpa got sick.
And, it was just too much loss really.
How are you doing?
You know.
And you?
Yeah. You know.
Jesus! Isla! How many times?
It leaves marks on the glass.
Marinka only cleaned today.
Can't you sleep?
Is Daddy home? Not yet.
Back to bed. Off.
You wanted to see me?
I have a case for you.
But I'm helping Karl Roebuck.
You can do both, surely?
I've found a lead on the trafficking...
case, and Karl's on his way to see me now.
Ah, those English.
They want to have their cake and eat it, with a Brexit cherry on top.
Your Karl, we're going to teach him to share a little.
You may be working with him, but you work for me.
The pest control guys...
think that someone deliberately put the rats
into the tunnel's drainage system.
Can you access the drainage system from the outside?
Yeah, it leads directly to a sewage works.
And the victim?
Evelyne Chapelle.
What was she doing here?
There was a problem with the lights. She was checking them.
Find out if someone has tampered with the fuse box.
The rats may have chewed through the wiring. Go and check.
Okay.
How is she?
Intensive care.
So what's the emergency?
Finish all your paperwork?
Commander Chaput probably...
has some filing for you...
if you feel you're up to it.
I think I know who one of the trafficked kids is.
Farid Maleh.
It's a Syrian name. It's scratched into this toy car.
I found a record of a Farid and Yara Maleh.
Registering at a camp in Calais 18 months ago.
Their parents were killed in air strikes on Aleppo.
When the camp they were staying in was torn down they disappeared.
Farid's toy car was on Dibra's boat.
Maybe he was there too?
There's a refugee hostel near where the fishing boat was stolen.
Dibra's targeted it before. I think we should check it out.
A plague of rats?
Sounds like a James Herbert novel.
James Herbert?
James Herbert was a British horror writer from the nineteen-seventies.
A heady mixture of soft porn and giant rats.
Why didn't Chaput just send pest control?
You'll get to know him soon enough.
We house women with children and unaccompanied minors...
We try and help with their asylum claims...
their health issues.
Don't you want any?
We do what we can. Have another.
Do you remember a young Syrian boy called Farid Maleh?
No.
Are you sure?
I remember all the children that I look after.
You can check my records.
Ask her if she keeps records of...
where the children go when they leave.
If we know. Many just disappear.
Drug dealers, traffickers...
the pimps, the mackerel, how do you say...
Pimps.
Pimps!
There is very little we can do to stop them.
The children they're easy targets.
And there are always more children than places.
Do you know a trafficker Behar Dibra?
I don't ask their names.
I'm here to look after the children.
But you report them, if they go missing?
Of course.
Most of the time...
the police don't even bother to take a statement.
Right, come on now, breakfast's ready!
Wakey, wakies lazybones!
Breakfast's on the table. Come on!
Got to be at work in five minutes.
Richard!
Hello, Hello.
You were right.
Dibra was trafficking kids.
We've got them.
Hang on!
They've found the kids from the boat.
Yeah a boy called Farid and two younger ones.
Are they alive?
They are...
but it's a bit more complicated than that.
We now have another search on our hands.
Get your ass back to Kent.
Okay.
Those children have been missing for three days now...
and no one could've cared less.
The Carver kids have been gone...
what, two hours and it's a fucking circus.
At least we're not fishing dead bodies out of the sea.
When can we speak to them?
Full medical checks first. Looks like they've been drugged.
God knows where they've been or what's happened to them.
Do we know who they belong to? Not a clue.
Right now finding the Carver kids is the priority.
There was someone in the house.
They were already inside, weren't they?
I thought I saw something, but it was Isla, she couldn't sleep.
You didn't hear anything?
Nothing.
Then Richard came home...
and we went to bed like normal.
Are the children good sleepers?
The older two are. Bea...
always wakes up and gets in our bed.
Last night's the first time...
I've slept the whole night since she was born.
Does anyone else have a key?
Our nanny.
Cleaning agency.
Builders had a key.
What's that?
Isla found it on the beach. I wouldn't let her bring it the house.
We should have changed the locks after the builders.
They gave the key back. They could've made a different copy.
This is our fault, isn't it?
You should be a bit more careful with your keys in the future.
Forensics!
What do you gain by taking three refugee kids...
and swapping them for three wealthy ones?
Depends what you do with the wealthy ones.
Why don't you come back with me?
I'll feed you. I was gonna get some skate wings off the front.
I don't eat skate.
English fishermen. You know.
What? I don't know. What?
Well it's a thing, isn't it?
It's like your farmers and sheep.
A skate's vagina...
is anatomically similar to a woman's. So...
That's probably why we just eat the wings.
Maybe.
Bon appetite.
Help yourselves to cake! Help yourselves!
What is this brothel!
What the hell is this?
Astor bought cake for Julie's birthday.
Astor?
So, we're on first name terms now, are we?
I'm sorry, but "Astor"?
What sort of name is that?
You should try some. It's delicious.
Elise might not have bought birthday cake...
but she would never ship a trafficker off to Paris...
without a proper investigation.
FAST ACTIVATING SEDATIVE GAS
Hello.
You should have seen Chaput bribing everyone with cake.
Fuck, it was embarrassing.
I sent you everything you asked for.
Yes, I got it. Thanks.
Chaput is really hacked off, you know.
"Is she still pissing about with the Brit?"
Blah blah blah.
When will you be back? When I'm done. Bye.
RAT PLAGUE + MISSING CHILDREN
I paid Dibra £3,000.
He was supposed to bring Farid to me.
What we need to know now Yara, is...
where Farid was...
from the time he came off the French fishing boat...
to when he was found in the Carver house in Kent.
What...what happened in between? Can you ask him that?
They would like to know, how you got from the boat to the house
I'll translate it.
Is it okay. I'm English now, like my coat.
It's a nice coat.
We are on a white and blue boat.
They want to know who got you, bobo...
...not what the color the ship was.
You could also tell them what color are your underpants!
From Spiderman. From a small red cloth.
What?
A man came on our boat.
So they heard Dibra screaming.
After that he only remembers little things.
What sort of little things does he remember?
A small room made of wood.
Seagulls. And bells.
Bells?
Yes bells. Like a song.
Did you see the man's face? No.
A mask.
Gas mask?
Yes. Like in war.
The best lead we have...
is Farid's description of where they were held.
Seagulls and a small room made of wood.
Beach hut? Fishing hut?
So the boat's burnt out boat here.
The Carver house is there.
The err...
They're on your head.
Thank you.
The gas mask was found by Isla Carver on this beach here.
What's that?
Missing children and a plague of rats.
That didn't end very well did it?
For the children.
You think the Carver kids are dead?
If he's killed three blond British children...
the whole world's gonna be watching.
Captive audience.
There's only two or three places along here...
where they could hear church bells.
Why don't we start at the top of the estuary and work down.
Are the British people who live by the sea less religious?
Yeah. There's more oxygen so their brains work better.
You hear that? Yeah.
Bleach. Yeah.
Hey! Hey! Police!
I've got it.
Elise!
You alright? Yeah.
Shit.
Bea Carver's elephant.
What else is in there?
I've seen this before.
The crest.
It's from Betti Baudin's hostel.
If she lied about Farid, what else has she been lying about?
Hello.
No she's not here. No one has seen her all day.
But I have her home address.
I think there's some cash in the drawer by my bed...
so get yourself a pizza.
And there's some salad in the fridge. Eat some greens will you.
OK...we'll meet you there.
Never you mind. Later.
Okay. All right. Bye.
What's that you're doing? With your teeth.
Its Bruxism.
My dentist says I've got subconscious anxiety.
She thinks I should see a therapist.
I've left Laura.
Yeah I was wondering when you'd tell me.
Ah, is it obvious?
Well...
I went back to my old job...
to prove I could be trusted not to fuck up again.
I trust myself of course, but it's...
important that my colleagues see me work...
my way back up.
Even if that means putting up with an asshole like Chaput?
Yeah. Elise!
Everybody fucks up. All the time.
Professionally. Personally.
The main thing about being a boss is owning your mistakes.
Isn't that part of making a marriage work too?
No-one's answering, so we called back-up.
Is she inside?
We don't know, but we heard kids and apparently she lives alone.
What'd she say? We heard kids.
Madame Baudin?
Madame Baudin? Police.
Go easy.
Police!
Hands in the air! Don't move!
Please...
Put your guns down.
You're scaring the children. Who do they belong to?
I took them in. They have nowhere else to go.
This way, please.
Hello.
Don't fucking touch me!
Don't put your filthy hands on me!
Alright! Stand.
Err...good. Up.
Elise?
Charlie?
Hold on!
I know you. I know who you are.
Don't touch me! I won't. I...
Stay away from me.
It's okay. You're safe now. It's over.
His name is Charlie Moreau.
Eight years ago
Olivier and I arrested his father Jacques for his murder.
It took the jury forty minutes to convict him.
We all went out afterwards to celebrate.
Theo, wake up.