Zoe, you are our host, you can't go into the target's flat.
'All right, then, that's brill. OK. Thank you.'
- Zoe... - 'Bye.'
I just wanna ask a few questions.
The night before she went missing,
Gemma came to your shop to get costumes for the play.
Yeah, that's right.
How'd she seem?
Fine.
Happy.
And, er, afterwards, you went for a drink?
No.
No, we were meant to, but, um, she said she had to leave.
Did she say why she had to leave?
Where are these questions coming from, Greg?
They're coming from you, Zoe.
Something you said the other night.
"Sometimes it's the people closest to us we know the least."
I was drunk, and...
- angry. - At me?
No, at my own situation.
With Tim.
Right.
I think, maybe, there are parts of her life she hid from me.
I won't say "secrets", cos that's making her the bad guy, and...
Like what?
Me and Gemma, we had our first date
at Wilmslow Nature Reserve.
And she puts her head on my shoulder and says,
"Nothing turns me off like insecurity.
"You know, guys who go through your handbag.
"Tell me you're not one of them."
And I wasn't.
Not then.
Er, no.
Did she ever talk to you about me and her?
No.
What about someone else?
Well, how d'you mean?
You know what I mean, Zoe.
Another guy.
No.
Never.
It's Caitlin.
Chill out, Martin.
I mean, he pushed you back into the chair, Zoe.
I just... I think he used more force than he was meant to.
You know the amount of times I heard that,
especially when I was a PC.
It was nothing.
Are you OK? Why did you try to leave?
It was getting awkward.
He thinks Gemma was going to see someone
the night she came by the shop.
I'll need to mention that to CID.
Why did he think you'd know anything?
I just think... he thought maybe she'd confided in me.
What?
Just Greg.
Greg approaching you might be what we call an insertion.
It's basically, when someone realises they're under surveillance
and they try to hatch a plan that
makes themselves look more innocent.
Guilty people find it hard to sit still
if they think they have an advantage to press,
even when doing nothing's a smart move.
So, if I say that I think he's genuinely losing his mind
trying to work out where she is, I'm what, falling for his trap?
Look at the coincidence -
of all the shoulders to cry on, he chose yours.
Why don't you think he isn't spoilt for choice at the minute.
Anyway, he doesn't know you're here.
Well, we don't know that, do we?
What?
The woman in the silver MG, remember?
When you saw her, you used our camera, right?
Yeah. You told me to go into Caitlin's room...
- Yeah, but you were already in there, weren't you? - I...
- What's your point? - Did you turn the light on?
No, because you've taken the bulb out.
And the hallway light?
Well... Yeah, Caitlin likes it on, so probably, yeah...
What?!
Well, Greg might've seen you and all the gear.
Look, if I didn't go in there,
you wouldn't even know he had a visitor!
Do you know what, I just don't want any more surprises, Zoe.
OK... Hey, um, have you considered something else?
That you've got the wrong man?
That he's presenting as innocent because he is actually innocent?
Come on, Caitlin, time for bed.
See, that is a UK passport.
Most likely a fake one, by the efforts made to conceal it.
That and the spending money. It's probably a go-bag.
He's a flight risk.
I'll put a mobile unit outside his flat.
And look here.
See, the money's crumpled, loose.
All the hallmarks of laundered money.
He's a restauranteur, he could certainly be involved in that.
If he's laundering, it'll fit in with a few other things.
Mind me asking what?
According to Revenue, he owes two years' back tax.
We'll take a closer look at his accounts.
He's definitely up to something.
Mining the seam between dirty money
and the catering industry would be my bet.
Good work. Well done.
Nice one, Martin.
We have an authority to watch the Tuckman house
should DI Vernon turn up again.
Did they find out any more about him?
If they did, they're not sharing.
Keep an eye out, but your main focus is Greg Sullivan.
Yes, sir.
I had a dream they found her body.
If they had, we'd know by now, right?
Hey, remember what Martin said,
"The best available evidence is that
nothing bad's happened to her." OK?
I like Martin.
Yeah. He's all right.
C'mon, we're gonna be late.
My daughter Chloe was having serious confidence issues,
so Gemma cast her as the lead in the school play,
and suddenly she's walking ten feet taller.
That's the kind of teacher Gemma is,
nurturing and inspirational.
Go on, love, you are gonna be late.
I need money for after-school club.
No, I've given you that already.
That was for judo. I'm doing coding now.
What?
I'm so sorry.
- No, it's fine. - Thanks.
- Love you. Bye! - Love you. Bye.
..Saturation's the goal.
Oh, Fiona.
Look, I know you think they're tacky...
No, I don't.
But you're bigger than that.
Hi, Fiona.
Zoe, we're meeting at mine later, if you can make it?
Er, yeah. Sure. Sure...
We're all stressed,
it just feels like we should stick together.
Is, um... Is Fiona going?
Is that still a thing?
Oh, no. No.
Oh, small or medium?
Uh, medium, please. Thank you.
- Oh, these are fab, well done. - Thank you.
All right, I'll see you later. Bye.
Target is leaving the building and heading to his car.
He's got the go-bag with him.
I repeat, he's got the go-bag with him.
'Thanks, Martin, we'll pick him up.'
'Yeah. I have the eye.'
'Martin, we're on our own talk group.'
Just you and me, OK?
'Ok.'
We could use an extra vehicle tailing Greg.
'Do you wanna go jump in your car?'
I don't know, boss,
I don't really wanna let anyone down or anything, y'know.
I wouldn't ask if we weren't stretched.
I just think I need a little bit more time, sir.
'You've had plenty of time, Martin.'
Never mind. Just thought I'd ask.
'OK. I have the eye. Target is turning right off the A57.'
To be clear, subject is a likely flight risk.
If we think we're losing him, we stop him.
'Copy that, boss. Target is committed.
'Off, off, off.
'Slip road to Manchester International
at Junction 5.
'Oh, wait, hang on. Right, he's just turned off.
'He's not going to the airport.'
'He's going south on the A34.
'He's in a real hurry.'
'I can't see him.'
'Does anyone have the eye?'
'Argh, we're losing him. We're losing him.'
He's going to Wilmslow Nature Reserve.
Do tell, Martin.
It's where Greg and Gemma had their first date, sir.
Eyes open, everyone.
Could be a meet or a drop.
Or it could be a dump site and he's paying his respects.
Gemma.
Gemma!
Martin, that's her.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
A woman's just let herself into Greg's flat,
she's giving it a good going over. I think she's a pro.
'Is this the woman you saw the other night?
'Martin?'
Yeah. I think it is.
How did she arrive?
'In the MG?'
Well, if she did, she didn't park it on the street.
'When she leaves, you've gotta follow.
'You're the only one available.
The rest of the team are tailing Greg.
'We have to ID this woman. You understand?'
Yes, sure.
Come on.
Come on!
You all right?
Yeah.
- Tim's coming round. - Right.
To sign the forms you gave me.
Hiya.
I really appreciate this.
Any questions, let me know.
Does he just hang about all day?
Well, yeah, that's his job.
What is this, an NDA?
Yeah, they need your consent
cos your name's on the lease.
Caitlin's OK with them being here?
Yeah. Yeah. Of course.
- Who are they watching? - I...
Greg Sullivan.
Are they paying you?
Few quid. Not much.
Hey, one thing's really important, though.
Crucial, actually, is that you can't tell anyone.
Who am I gonna tell?
I don't know.
I miss you.
We both do.
Well...
- I miss you, too. - Look, I'm not an idiot.
- Zo... - No, let me speak.
I want you to come back because you wanna come back.
I get it, OK?
You need time. Space.
I do.
Just for a little while.
Yeah.
Caitlin's really excited about Morocco.
She wants to go back to that beach. You know, with the waterfall.
Yeah, it's gonna be epic.
All right, Phil.
If the neighbour's anything to go by,
it looks like the locals are turning against him.
He's just looking through some headed paper
with "Randolph Estates" on it.
'Thanks, Stella. We'll check it out with CID.'
Knock, knock.
- Thank you. - It's all right.
Oh, you know you said, um, that when she came round,
she had a bottle of wine and a gift bag for Greg.
- Oh, yeah. - Just here.
Is that the bag?
Yeah. Yeah, looks like it.
- Darrington Wines. - Darrington?
Not that I know the name of every offie in Manchester.
Yeah. Right.
They've got about half a dozen shops.
There's one right round the corner.
OK. Thank you.
Pleasure.
Day off today?
I'm having a half-day.
I was owed some leave, so I thought I'd catch up on a few things.
Keep your eye on me, yeah?
No, no. It's really nice to have another adult in the house.
Right. I can imagine.
Her name's Nadia Bailey.
She works at Greg and Gemma's letting agency,
Randolph Estates.
It's probably how she had keys to let herself in.
Randolph Estates?
- Yeah. - You share this with CID?
Yeah, they're picking her up.
Great work, Martin.
I shouldn't have lost her, boss.
Hey, forget it. You got there your way.
What is it?
Spit it out.
So, two nights ago, you didn't see this woman at all?
No. Zoe did.
Not only did you lie to me and CID,
but a civilian knows you lied?
I'm sorry, sir.
Y'know, despite what every deep-fake
conspiracy-nut will tell you,
despite all this shit, what we do here is simple.
Who, what, where, when.
With a human touch.
And it's the human bit they pay for.
It reassures.
So you saying you saw her when you didn't...
..isn't a little white lie.
It's firebombing the family home.
I mean, Max was in hospital,
he couldn't have been in a safer place!
- I wasn't thinking logically, sir. - Oh, really?
Because I'd have said logic was your strong suit.
Why did you leave your post, Martin?
You know, Sarah basically brings up Max on her own. My son.
She doesn't have many demands. She just gets on with it.
D'you know, for once,
I just wanted to... I just wanted to feel useful.
You know, needed.
Is Zoe the sort of person you'd want sharing a secret like this?
I think I can trust her, yeah.
Well, we'll say no more about this.
Unless it becomes important.
In which case, you're on your own.
And this conversation never happened.
Understood.
When he shouted "Gemma", it was as if it was for my benefit.
How'd you mean?
It was so... over the top.
It was like, "Look at me in my grief and innocence."
You don't think he's on to us, do you?
No.
I've got no reason to believe so.
How's the dive team getting on?
Are you kidding? That lake is half a kilometre wide.
But I tell you what... she is in there.
I'd put money on it.
Stella?
'He's a client, he rents the flat.'
'So, why were you searching the flat?'
Hello, Martin.
'No comment.'
Hayley.
Hayley's on the Gemma inquiry as of today.
Aren't you gonna introduce us?
- Oh, yeah, this is... - Stella.
- Hiya. - DC Hayley Jones.
I'm sure we could compare notes.
Nice work IDing Nadia Bailey.
She has form for money laundering,
but so far has been "no commenting".
It'll be the usual mire of dead ends and shell companies,
so the financial boys will help
gauge Greg's role in the food-chain.
We've checked Nadia's phone records for Greg's number.
Nothing recently,
but two years ago, they were in frequent contact.
What?
Now, the call that he received was from a reporter -
we checked all of that, obviously.
Greg's drunk and a little bit angry
and he throws his phone down on the floor.
Now, he goes out of view here for approximately five seconds.
Or at least, he would have, if it wasn't for that mirror.
Something catches his eye. We think it was the strap of the bag.
- Skip it on, Stell. - Yeah.
But look at his face when he opens the bag.
His expression.
Sorry, I'm being slow.
He didn't see the bag in the chimney until he went down low
to look for the phone. He didn't know it was there.
Why didn't he pull the blind down and then remove it?
He got distracted, he forgot,
perhaps he's thick as mince, like most criminals.
But there's a Part Two. Stell.
Here...
You see it, don't you?
Now, I can't make out the name, but that photo is 100% Gemma.
That suggests that the bag and the money are actually hers.
Hang on...
We seized her passport when we searched the flat.
- So, odds are that one's a fake. - Yeah.
How does a primary school teacher get a false passport?
Never mind why. And all that money...
Well, Greg did say that he thought she was seeing someone else.
Ok...?
Well, that does give her motivation
to up and leave everything, doesn't it?
And what, sail off into the sunset with Mr Right?
- Maybe. - Nah, you're reaching.
Plus, none of this means Greg didn't hurt her.
So, what do we do?
We hold our nerve and keep watching.
'He's turned onto the roundabout.'
'If you give us an exit, we'll pick him up.'
'Martin receiving?'
Go ahead.
'Target's about to arrive home.'
I'm in position. I have eyes on.
Oh, thanks, but I've... I've got a sandwich.
Thank you.
Did you find out who she was yet?
The woman who trashed his flat?
Zoe, you know I can't discuss that.
Oh, you have!
- How was work? - Yeah. Had to call the police, actually.
A guy making a nuisance of himself in the changing rooms.
He denied it, but we got CCTV, so...
Wait, hold on. You have CCTV in the changing rooms?
Yeah, we've got cameras everywhere.
What about the stock room?
Course.
The night before she disappeared,
you said Gemma came by to pick out costumes.
You said that she wanted to go out for a drink afterwards
and then she changed her mind. Would you have footage of that?
I can ask security.
Yeah, please.
Where did you go?
Uh, to supervise lock-up and set the alarm.
Looks like she switches off her phone
to stop the person calling back.
Yeah, I'm looking at the 18:13 call. It's from a landline.
'Can you ID the number?'
Give me, er, five minutes.
'Cheers, buddy.'
They're gonna look into it.
Right, I'm off to bed.
Yeah, thanks for getting that.
No problem. I've emailed it to you.
Why do you, er...? Why do you care so much?
Well, it's... It's Gemma.
We all love her.
I mean Greg. Why do you care that he's not guilty?
You know, why do you want him to be innocent?
I think...
It's just... They were so in love.
Or they were, until recently.
The idea that love can sour that badly,
to the point of it being awful and hopeless and beyond repair...
..it's heart-breaking.
That's it?
Yeah. That's it.
- OK. Night. - Night.
'Bloody hell, Martin, I am married!'
You need to look at Carl's foreman a little more closely.
He just gave Carl the envelope that Vernon gave him.
'He took his time sharing.'
Yeah.
Looks like a missing poster.
'What, Gemma?'
No. No, it's another woman.
Poster's worn and tatty. Looks old.
'OK, Martin, ping us a screen grab and we'll look into it.'
I'll call you back.
Target is leaving by car and he has the money.
I repeat, target is leaving by car.
He's going west, heading into the city centre.
'No way. Can we patch CID in?'
'Sure, raising them now.'
'Tell 'em to put the kettle on - they're about to get a visitor.'
'Thanks for bringing the money to us, Greg.
'We've worked a few things out already,
'but we need help stringing them together.
'Is that OK, Greg?
'We have evidence, some of it from Gemma's school computer,
'that she was using the after school clubs to launder money.
'We don't know how it started, but we doubt it's a coincidence
'that two years ago, you couldn't pay the rent,
'then Gemma took on the school clubs and you're all up-to-date.
'I get you don't wanna speak ill of her, I do.
'But we need to establish the truth.'
Her life may depend on it.
We rent our flat through Randolph Estates.
About two years ago, one of their employees came to see me.
'I just thought, what a nerve!'
- You know? - Yeah.
I said, "You can evict us before we stoop to that."
Right. And what did she say?
Well, she apologised.
Said she'd "misjudged the situation".
Obviously terrified I'd go to the police.
I wish you'd discussed it with me first.
What?
We're eight months behind.
- Maybe she just wanted to help. - Are you serious?
It's a victimless crime, Greg.
It's not a victimless crime - it means drug money or worse.
You've sunk my life savings into your bloody restaurant,
but you won't risk anything yourself.
That is out of order.
No, Greg, that's the truth.
You wanna talk about the truth, let's do it.
- No, go on, say it! - Oh, piss off!
No, let's talk about it!
This employee, can you tell me their name?
'Nadia Bailey.
'All I had to do was put the fake receipts' through the till,
cover them with Nadia's cash,
withdraw the money and return it.
Minus your cut?
Presumably. It never got that far.
Nadia came round the other day.
Said she was sorry about Gemma and hoped she'd come home.
Bought me a bottle of wine. To be honest...
I'd forgotten about her little proposal.
Really?
It was a long time ago.
But...
playing it over... I thought, maybe she was feeling me out.
Seeing if you'd told us anything?
Then when I found the cash, it all made sense.
Whatever Gemma's mixed up in...
..it's my fault.
'And what do you think she's mixed up in?
Beyond the money laundering?'
'I don't know.'
I'm jumping at shadows, seeing connections in everything.
This was in there, too.
Gemma's face. Someone else's name.
A Jacqueline Fielding.
A stranger.
All day, I've been asking myself, why...?
Why would she have a passport in someone else's name?
The only explanation is she wanted to disappear.
And the only comfort in that is...
maybe she did.
Look, you came to us voluntarily.
And that's to your credit, it really is.
You're practically an innocent bystander in all this.
Gemma's disappearance, the money laundering.
You've no hand in any of it.
You're just this bewildered saint,
stumbling through the wreckage.
I'm no saint.
That might be the truest thing you've said all night.
How d'you make someone cry in ten seconds, Greg?
On the phone.
I mean, I've had some lousy boyfriends...
I asked her where she was.
She said she was with Zoe. I didn't believe her.
I'd had a bit to drink.
I called her a liar.
I called her a slut.
This is the voicemail you left 30 seconds later.
'Gemma, if you hang up on me again, you're dead.
'Answer your fucking phone.'
If that's how you reacted to her having a drink with a mate,
what happened when she said she was leaving you?
- What? - Did you hurt her?
No, I didn't hurt her.
Wanna tell us where the other one is, Greg?
What, I...
I want a lawyer.
'I want a lawyer right now.'
'Greg Sullivan, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the abduction
'and murder of Gemma Hillman. You do not have to say anything...'
'Gemma... Taylor...'