(BOAT'S ENGINE HUMS)
(BOAT'S ENGINE STOPS)
(SPEEDBOAT APPROACHES)
(GASPS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(MEN CONVERSE INDISTINCTLY)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(MAN SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
♪ 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. ♪
(BOAT'S HORN HONKS)
You alright? Yeah.
The boat's registered to a French fisherman.
Here. It's a mess, isn't it?
Eric 'Dezprez'.
I expect Monsieur Despres
had enough of the quotas and fancied the insurance, non?
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 999 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.
(THUMPING)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
It's alright.
Bring him up. There we go. There.
Let's get this off.
Christ alive! Someone's cut out his tongue.
(CHILDREN LAUGH)
WOMAN: I'm going to get you!
First one to find a perfect shell for Daddy.
Go! (CHILDREN LAUGH)
Go on!
GIRL: Is Theo playing? Theo's trying to read.
Go on! Off you go! I can see one! I can see one!
GIRL 2: I can find one! I can find one!
There's one!
Look! (SCREAMS)
I'm going to get you! I'm going to 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?
Boss, alright?
Have you heard of knocking? Just wait.
I don't think we're going to get anything out of him. He's terrified.
Yeah? Yeah.
Well, he should be.
Interpol have found a match on his fingerprints.
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.
Bonjour. Bonjour.
(SIREN BLARES IN DISTANCE)
(FRENCH ACCENT) Hey, stranger! Mon vieux ami.
Long time, no see. How are you? DCI Roebuck, Commander Astor Chaput.
I heard you were coming. Ah, bonjour.
Please.
OK, catch you later.
Merci. Can I get you something to drink?
Coffee? No. No.
No? Thank you.
This is about Dibra, no? Oui.
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 offences 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.
Huh.
Can I borrow Elise? Oh, yeah, of course.
Sure. Yeah.
Thank you.
Seriously? You're not even going to say bonjour?
Bonjour.
What have I done? I voted in.
What are you doing here?
I bought you a croissant and I need your help.
Well, I've got work to do.
We have a boatload 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?
What were their names?
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?
Feel free to chip in at any time.
"No comment."
What's going on, Elise?
If I wanted a translator, I would have 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.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
WOMAN: Lights out for 8:30, bookworm.
OK. Night-night.
Maya? I'm home!
(SIGHS)
Hi.
Now?
OK.
(DOOR CLOSES)
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. (BOTH CHUCKLE)
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? Hmm.
You know.
And you?
Yeah, you know.
♪ One taste and you'll be mine
♪ It's a spell that can't be broken
♪ It'll keep you up all night ♪ All night
♪ Boy, you belong to me
(MUFFLED) ♪ I got the recipe And it's called black magic
♪ And it's called black magic
♪ All the girls on the block knocking at my door
♪ I got the recipe... ♪
Ooh!
♪ It's a spell that can't be broken... ♪
Oh!
(SIGHS)
(HUMS)
♪ Boy, you belong to me
♪ I got the recipe
♪ It's called black ma...
(RATTLING)
(CHUCKLES)
♪ And it's called black magic And it's called black magic... ♪
(HUMS)
(RATTLING)
(SCAMPERING)
(RATS SQUEAK) (SCREAMS)
(THUMPING, METALLIC SQUEAKING)
(THUMPING CONTINUES)
(SOFT THUD)
(SQUEAKING) (GASPS)
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.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
OK.
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 1970s.
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.
(GATE BUZZES)
Ask her if she keeps records of where the children go when they leave.
If we know. Many just disappear.
Drug dealers, traffickers.
Souteneurs, maquereaux - comment on dit?
Pimps. Pimps.
There is very little we can do to stop them.
The children are easy targets,
and there are always more children than places.
Do you know a trafficker Behar Dibra? I don't ask their names.
I am 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.
(TV PLAYS)
Right, come on, now! Breakfast's ready!
Wakey-wakeys, lazybones!
Breakfast's on the table. Come on! Got to be at work in five minutes.
Richard!
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
Uh-oh.
Hello. Bonjour.
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 arse back to Kent. OK.
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.
(SIREN BLARES) 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 and...
Last night's the first time
I've slept the whole night since she was born.
Does anyone else have a key?
HUSBAND: Our nanny.
Um, cleaning agency.
Builders had a key.
What's that?
Isla found it on the beach.
I wouldn't let her bring it in 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 going to 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 appetit.
(COMMANDER CHAPUT SPEAKS FRENCH)
(MOBILE PHONE BUZZES)
Allo?
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 happened in between? Can you ask him that?
It's OK. I'm English now, like my coat.
Nice coat. We are on a white and blue boat.
What? A man came on our boat.
(SPEAKS ARABIC)
So, they heard Dibra screaming. Mm-hm.
After that, he only remembers little things.
What sort of little things does he remember?
A small room made of wood.
(SPEAKS ARABIC)
Seagulls and bells. Bells?
Yes, bells. Like a song.
♪ Ding-dong, ding-dong. ♪
Did you see the man's face? No.
(SPEAKS ARABIC)
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 here. The Carver house is there.
The, um...
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 going to 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.
(SEAGULLS CAW IN DISTANCE)
(CHURCH BELLS CHIME IN DISTANCE)
You hear that? Yeah.
Bleach. Yeah.
(BOTH COUGH)
(BOAT ENGINE STARTS UP)
(BOAT ENGINE REVS)
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 Betty Baudin's hostel.
If she lied about Farid, what else has she been lying about?
(DOOR BUZZES)
Allo. Oui.
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?
Never you mind. Later. OK.
Alright, bye.
What are you doing with your teeth?
It's bruxism.
My dentist says I've got subconscious anxiety.
She thinks I should see a therapist.
Hmm.
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 arsehole 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?
(SIREN BLARES IN DISTANCE) What did she say?
We heard kids.
Police!
Whoa! Hello.
Alright!
Stand. Um...
Bien. Allez.
Elise?
Charlie?
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
Hold on!
His name is Charlie Moreau.
Eight years ago, Olivier and I arrested his father, Jacques,
for his murder.
It took the jury 40 minutes to convict him.
We all went out afterwards to celebrate.
(SOBS)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYS)
(WHISPERS) Theo, wake up.
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