Ilinka. Came into our nick this
morning - try and smile -
(irritated CLARE and
irritated DANIEL both try
And she’d escaped. From a house. Up
Peveril Lane. Where she was being
trafficked from Croatia.
She’s been shunted from one house
to another for over four years.
Eight of ‘em in every room at this
She’s been working a ten hour shift
six days a week - for ten pounds a
week - at Bowen’s biscuit factory
Slavery, yeah. Anyway, I got an
interpreter on the phone - that
O.S.U. and spoke to the trafficking
out. The women. Only trouble now is
housing ‘em. We managed to get ten
of ‘em in at a women’s refuge in
Huddersfield, six’ve gone off to a
hostel in Leeds and five of ‘em are
council to sort out the flights
back home, and Ilinka... is going
to stay with (
the person she’s dialled
answers the phone: hello?
conservatory across to
the house opposite)
Winnie! It’s Catherine, we’re back.
Do you want to come across?
is she there?)
Yes, she’s here.
(mouthing kindly to
ILINKA, pointing at the
get t’kettle on,
CATHERINE hangs up.
Yugoslavian. As was.
(a moment, then, realising
from the body language
between CLARE and DANIEL)
(reluctant to say it in
front of ILINKA, but -)
He. Has told
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