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Look, all I'm trying to say...

I don't want to hear it.

It's not such a big deal!

I'm absolutely not listening.

Besides, missing
persons can be a laugh.

- La, la, la, la, la, la, la.
- God, you're childish.

What? What did you just say?

Childish, you.

I'm not the one that defaced
the chief constable's poster.

Right. It was meant to be a joke.

And it would have been
if you were five.

"And it would have
been if you were five."

- Grow up.
- Grow up, yourself.

You're never going to
let this go, are you?

You're like a dog with a bone.

100% you that's
banging on about it.

No, it's you that keeps
banging on about it

with all
these passive-aggressive silences.

Can we move on, please?

If someone doesn't
want to talk to you,

it's not because you're dull,
or they don't feel like talking,

it's because they're
being passive-aggressive.

Me? Dull?

Well, at least you've got
your sense of humour back.

Oh, here we go.

- Mrs. Finch?
- Yes?

DI Dixon.

Oh, God, yeah, where
the hell's my ID?

- This is DI Armstrong.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.

- We're here about your husband.
- Right.

I was expecting uniformed officers.

Hey, no, don't worry,
you've got the pros.

We're murder squad.

VEXED
Season 2 - Episode 03

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
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So when was the last time
that you saw your husband?

Yesterday morning before work.

He was going to the gym
straight after the office, and...

I went to bed early.

So I didn't know he was
missing until this morning.

What about his car?
Is that missing, too?

Yes. Well, it's not his actually.

His is in for repairs.

Again.

He's not a very good driver.

So the garage has loaned him one.

OK.

Has he ever gone missing before?

No, never.

And he always calls me
if he's going to be late.

Sorry.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Oh, God, no. I'm absolutely
fine, thank you, though.

Yeah, I'd love one, thanks,

milk, two shugs and a
biccy would be great.

Won't be a sec.

What are you doing?

What?

The woman's crying and
you're staring at her tits.

Am I being obvious?

Is this obvious?

- Yes, it's obvious.
- I can't help it.

I mean, they're practically
in my lap, for Christ's sake.

What do you mean you can't help it?

Have you got no self-control?

Yes.

Actually, no.

Well, look, if she didn't
want people looking at them,

she wouldn't leave them hanging
out like that, would she?

Got to go for a pee.

Hold the fort.

He's a solicitor
at... a junior partner

at Stafford McCall
on the High Street.

Any difficult cases recently?

Anything that might give reason
for him to be threatened?

I don't think so.
He does...

conveyancing mainly.

Right, and that's Stafford McCall?

- M-A-C?
- M, small C.

So...

So how would you describe
your marriage to Ted?

- Sorry?
- Well,

was it a very
physical relationship?

Was?

Is, sorry, is a very
physical relationship.

I'm sorry, I usually work homicide.

Erm, I don't see what that's
got to do with Ted going missing.

Well, in order for us to build a
picture of what might have happened,

we need to know
everything about his life.

For example,

was he

unusually upset when
Princess Diana died?

I think we've got enough
to be getting on with.

Please, do give us a
call if you need anything.

And we'll show
ourselves out. Thank you.

Hey, and...

don't you worry yourself.

53% of missing persons

turn up completely unharmed.
OK?

Right.

Thank you.

Oh, Ted.

Wh...

What the hell was that?

You referred to her husband
in the past tense.

- Where did you get 53% from?
- I made it up.

- Why?
- It's called managing expectations.

On the one hand,
you're giving her hope.

It's better than 50-50.

And on the other hand, if he
does turn up in a shallow grave,

it's not such a big shock.

Compassionate policing.

What's that?

Well, that'll get the
curtains twitching.

A missing person and a violent
burglary in the space of a week.

Well, it's big news if a dog
craps on the pavement around here.

There's your next case, then.

So, what d'you find out?

Ted's a solicitor, he
does conveyancing, mainly.

No, no, no, no. Red herring.

Red herring.

He goes to the gym
about three times a week,

the Westpark...

Now you're getting warmer.

- Clues are all there.
- Where?

- In the bedroom.
- When were you in the bedroom?

- I got lost.
- OK.

So, get this.

He wears ludicrously
tight lycra to go cycling

and she has a well-used
dildo squirreled away

where he won't find it.

The guy's a rug-muncher.

How can he be a rug-muncher?

A lot of married
men are, apparently.

Sad but true.

You know what a
rug-muncher is, don't you?

- Yeah, obviously.
- It's a lesbian.

- No, it's not, it's a gay man.
- No, it's a gay woman.

Think about it.

Rug muncher.

Rug-muncher.

Oh, yeah.

Rug-muncher, yeah.

Have you ever been...

- munched?
- You know we were talking

- about inappropriate questions?
- Yeah.

- Humdinger.
- OK.

- You can't do that.
- Sorry

- You can't do that.
- OK.

So I finally convince my
partner to go into the station

and he gets in trouble for defacing
the chief constable's poster.

Jack. How did they know it was you?

CCTV camera.

In the main reception area.

So now we've been demoted to

missing persons for a week.

- Listen, I said I was sorry.
- No, you didn't,

you said I should lighten up and

stop taking my career so seriously.

Did I?
Well, I'm sorry.

Too late.

- Hey!
- Hey.

Make it a double,
please, Tony. Thanks.

So, issued any parking tickets yet?

We've been demoted
to missing persons, Naz, not traffic.

Well, what I love
about missing persons

is that you never know what
it's going to turn into.

So, you know the drill, boys.

Who wants some of the action?

I got 2/1 on suicide.
Fancy some of that?

OK. I'll have a tenner on suicide.

OK, Jack, £10, suicide.
I've got 8/1 on murder.

- I'll have a fiver on that, Tone.
- Those are good odds.

8/1 murder. How about you?
What you having?

You can have 2/1,
death by misadventure,

13/1 that he's eloped, or,

you can sort out all
your Christmas presents

on a ritual beheading.

I'll give you 250/1 on that.

Are you serious?

OK, 300/1.

No, I mean, you guys are
betting on the outcome of a case.

Hey. It's sometimes how we deal
with emotionally difficult cases.

- Yeah.
- OK.

Stick me down for a
fiver that he's eloped.

- Good girl.
- Sorry, I forgot to mention.

A body fitting Ted's description
was found in the river.

- Thank-you.-
Oi!

Oh, yes, looking like a suicide.

It's not fair.

Well, he had a half-decent
innings, I suppose.

Made it to 40.

No, I mean the betting.
Naz already knew about the body,

I should get my fiver back.

Well, at least it's not a
missing persons any more.

Oh, and we could've been
on this a week before we

before we realised
it was a suicide.

It's not suicide.

Oh, come on, it's a classic suicide.

Married man, realises he's gay,

can't handle the lies and guilt,

does one off the nearest bridge.

This way.

Hey!

- Hey!
- What?

String him up and take a photo.

- Get him out of here.
- You know, like in Jaws.

Love that film.

- She's right behind you.
- What?

She's right behind you.

It's all right.

I don't think she heard.

All right. Good to go.

The family liaison
officer had to sedate her.

- She's pretty distraught.
- Should think it's a relief.

I mean, if he has been
batting for the other side,

it'll be the first time she's
seen him stiff in a while.

Oh, my God, there's more to marriage
than sex.

Is there?
I mean,

in terms of upsides,
is there really?

- Of course there is.
- Like?

Like...

companionship.

Having to put up with each
other's annoying habits. Next?

I don't know,
the joy of shared experiences.

Having to go to places you don't
want to go on holiday. Next.

Raising a family.

The end of all-night
parties and lie-ins.

When was the last time you
went to an all-night party?

That's not the point.
If you've got kids,

no-one invites you
at all-night parties.

OK. When was the last time

you were invited to
an all-night party?

Look, I just like the
idea that I might be.

OK?

- Right, I'm off.
- What?

- Where?
- Home.

- It's not even five.
- Yeah,

and I've got a busy
evening planned.

So, what are you up to?

Tuesday night's pub quiz night.

It's Wednesday.

Yeah. Well, I'll
probably go clubbing.

Sadly, the male seal

will never set eyes on
the female seal again.

Christ.

Stupid programme.

Why do people have
these stupid doorbell tunes?

I mean, what's wrong with a bell?

Maybe some people
think that's boring.

It's a door bell, it's
not meant to be exciting.

It's a noise that tells
you somebody's at the door.

I mean, after the first ding

you know someone's there, right?

But then you've got to listen to
the rest of the ding dong, ding dong

without it telling you
anything you don't already know.

Were you lonely as a child?

Hi.

Sorry, I was asleep.

We're sorry to bother you again,
we just have a few more questions.

It won't take long.

Sure, no problem. Come in.

So, do you think it was suicide?

Yeah, hopefully.

I mean, it's...
less distressing than murder

for you and your...your family.

Was Ted a strong swimmer?

Oh, yes, he was.

- He loved swimming.
- OK.

Would you say he'd ever
suffered from depression?

No, he was generally
a pretty happy person.

He didn't suffer any great
mood swings or anything.

Any problems at work or
any money worries at all?

No, he loved his work
and it paid pretty well.

Enough for us, anyway.

Are you aware of any issues that
Ted may have had with gambling

or with drugs?

No, absolutely not.

Ted was very...

cautious

and he hated gambling.
And...

drugs really weren't his thing.

Was Ted gay?

No, of course he wasn't gay!

Sometimes suicide can be motivated
by the burden of a secret

that's very difficult to share.

That is ridiculous. We have
been married for ten years.

He wasn't gay.

Sorry.

Sometimes we have to ask
difficult questions.

Can I use your bathroom?

Sure...

it's...

upstairs

and it's first on the right.

- First on the right?
- Yes.

Thank you.

Mrs. Finch, would you
mind taking me through

the events of Ted's last few days?

Hello?

Hi.

I'm s... Sorry, I'm Charlie...

- ..a family friend.
- DI Armstrong.

Right, yes, I was...
I was just...

I was just... leaving.

Do you mind me asking
what you're doing in here?

Well, Lucy was upset.

Obviously.
Well, you would be, wouldn't you?

- Yeah, I suppose.
- So I...

I just popped over for some...

- moral support.
- Moral support?

Upstairs?

- Yes.
- Why?

Am I smelling lavender oil?

- No, yes, look it's not what you...
- No, no, no, no,

that's, that's
definitely lavender oil.

Yes, no, it was, Lucy was...
tense and wanted a massage.

So I offered.

I've... I've done a course.

You've done a course?

Well, don't let me keep you.

No, right, no... yes.

OK.

Just...

How did Ted get on with
his colleagues at the firm?

I...

I just bumped into Frank upstairs.

- Actually it's... Charlie.
- Sorry, Charlie.

Upstairs.

- Bye, Charlie.
- Bye, Lucy.

I'll just...

see myself out.

Family friend.

Close family friend?

I agree, it's suspicious,
but, without hard evidence,

we shouldn't draw any conclusions.

That is the hard evidence.
He gave her a massage.

That's it? He gave her a massage,
therefore they're having an affair.

Yeah. There is no such thing
as a non-sexual massage.

What? You're not serious?

Having someone rub their oily
hands all over your naked body,

that, in the real world,
is known as foreplay.

It's not necessarily sexual.

It is an ancient form of
mental and physical therapy.

It's just an excuse
to be felt up by a stranger.

Which, as we all know, is
the number one female fantasy.

I have a sports massage from
a female masseuse once a month.

Interestingly, being
felt up by a male stranger

is only the number
two female fantasy.

Do you spend a lot of
time on the internet?

Hey.

I bet you I can get a confession
out of him in five minutes.

To the murder?

No, to shagging
the victim's missus.

OK.

- Fiver.
- You're on.

- Just the second door on the left.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Five minutes from when
we get in the room.

OK.

So, five minutes from now.

Oh? Morning, please,
yes... take a seat.

Yes, sit down, make
yourself comfortable.

So you were Ted's boss, right?

Well, no, no, not exactly.

I mean, I've been here longer
than him, so I'm a senior partner.

But, erm, no, I never
saw him as my junior,

just as a friend
and, and a colleague.

And how long have you been
friends with Ted and Lucy?

Well... pretty much
since he joined the firm.

So that's what?
Almost nine years now.

- You're married, right?
- Yes, yes to Sarah.

Yes. We have two
beautiful children.

And how long have you been popping
around to give Lucy a massage?

No.

No, no... that was the first time.

And does Sarah know that you have
this kind of relationship with Lucy?

What do you mean?
No,

No, look, we're just friends.
I've already told you that.

Yeah, you have, but I
find it very suspicious

that 24 hours after we drag
Ted's body from the river,

you've got your oily
hands all over his widow.

OK, look, there is nothing sexual

about a proper massage.

It's actually an ancient form of
mental and...and physical therapy.

Yeah, well, not at the Ace Sauna
and Massage Parlour, it isn't.

What?

Apparently.

Right.

OK, well, I...

wouldn't know about... that.

Look, honest, there's
really nothing between us.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, I don't believe you.
I'll tell you what,

I'm going to phone
forensics right now

and have them go over

Lucy's bedroom,
bathroom and underwear.

Yours too. And if
they find any trace

of physical intimacy
between the two of you,

I'm going to get your
wife in for questioning.

And we all know what that
means, don't we, Charlie?

Now, have you been knobbing Lucy?

OK, look, yes.

Fine...

we've been seeing each other.

Don't you lie to us again.

Or we'll have you down the station
faster than you can say happy ending.

Oh, there was one more thing.

Are you handling Ted's
will here at the firm?

Yes...

Yes, yes, we have
a reciprocal arrangement here

whereby the partners take care
of each others' legal affairs.

It... keeps down on costs.

- And did he have life insurance?
- Yes, yes, I think he did.

- How much was it worth?
- Well, I don't know exact...

It was 300,000.

OK. Where were you on the
night that Ted went missing?

At home. With my wife.

OK, look. All right.

I popped round to
see Lucy after work.

Cos you knew Ted was at the gym.

Yes.

But, look, I was home by eight.

My wife will verify that.

We'll see, won't we?

You go first.

- So what do you reckon?
- He had a motive.

Two, actually.
Sex and money.

- Are there ever any others?
- Plenty.

- Like what?
- Revenge?

Yeah, well, apart from revenge.

Hatred, jealousy, rage, religion.
Power.

Yeah, well, round here,
it's only ever sex and money.

With Ted in the freezer, Lucy
stands to inherit the house

plus 300 grand and
Charlie gets Lucy.

Could've been either of them.

Nah, they may be other things,
but they're not murderers.

Hey! Hey!

- Right!
- Oh, God,

do we have to do this?

Yeah, well done. Thought
I'd let you handle this one,

good for your confidence.

Hello, George.

Don't worry about him, he's with me.

Dad?!

I've taken early retirement.

What?

It's time to move on, love.

I've done my bit,
31 years serving the community.

But you love the job,
it's your life.

It was. Just not all of it.

Anyway, things have changed.

When I joined, you spent
your time being a copper,

now, it's all about paperwork
and petty bureaucracy.

- No, it's not.
- Back in the good old days,

you could get on with
the job without always

looking over your shoulder.
Hello, Tony.

Excuse me.

Hey, Pete? What are
you doing round here?

I'm an entrepreneur now, mate.

Peter Dixon Home Security.
There you go.

Nice one.

You two know each other?

We play in the police
poker league together.

- "Beat the bad guys."
- Yeah.

I thought of adding to a pulp,

but I thought it probably wouldn't
play with the liberal middle classes.

- So, where are you based?
- Back of the van at the moment,

I'm looking into some serviced
offices just up the road.

Got to go where the money is.

Here, you must know George.

This is your George?

The one and only,
the apple of my eye.

I always thought
George was your son.

Look, I'll let you two
get on and chat, yeah?

I got work to do.
I'll catch you later.

Not unless I catch you first.

Dad!

Why didn't you tell
me you were here?

I wanted to surprise you.

What are you doing putting
out fake incident boards?

- That's illegal.
- Ah, now,

that is a clever
marketing strategy.

A few days before we
drop leaflets in an area,

we stick out a few incident signs.

Muggings, murders, burglaries.

Then we sit back and wait
for the phone to ring.

- Nice, eh?
- You can't do that.

Can't do what?

Put out fake incident boards.

Oh, yeah, I want to have
a word with you about that.

- That is genius.
- What!?

Look, even better,

we'll tell you whenever
there's a murder or something.

You can do some cold
calling in the area.

You're a lucky girl
having a boss like that.

Watch and learn, my
girl, watch and learn.

Yeah, she's a good kid.

Come on, on your feet.
We've got a case to solve.

In a minute.

He's not my boss.

OK, well, I'll just be
waiting outside for you, then.

He's not my boss.

Must be nice, having your
dad move in in the area.

- Yeah, can I ask you a favour?
- Sure, what?

Just don't encourage him.

- What do you mean?
- He'll be offering you commission

- before you know it.
- Hey, bring it on.

What?

Look, he's in the business
of preventing crime.

We're in the business
of solving it.

The more crime he prevents,
the less we have to solve,

everyone's a winner.

Oh, no!

Are you a member of a gym?

Gyms are for sad,
desperate narcissists

with a penchant for self-abuse.

- So how often do you go?
- Yeah, very funny.

I mean, seriously, who wants
to drag themselves out of bed

on a Sunday morning,
come down here,

do an hour on a treadmill,
looking at a wall?

Presumably people who enjoy

the benefits of being fit,
the natural high of endorphins.

What's wrong with a
lie-in and a good shag.

Or even a bad shag,
for that matter.

Yeah, the problem is,

unless you keep in shape,
you're likely to wake up alone,

ergo, no shag, good or bad.

Which brings us full
circle back to self-abuse.

Excuse me, can you tell me where
the manager's office is, please?

- Yeah, sure.
- I have to go,

I've got some people here.
All right, OK, bye-bye.

Sorry about that.

So how can I help?

Edward Finch, do you recognise him?

Yes, I think he's a member.

Not any more. He's dead.

- What?
- We pulled him out of a river yesterday.

Oh, my God, this is awful.

How well did you know him?

Well, not that well.

You know, I try to get to
know all of our members.

- Who'd he hang out with?
- Like I said,

I didn't really know him very well.

You married?

- Yes.
- Kids?

Yes, I have two children.

Why? What's that got
to do with anything?

They your kids?

Are they mine?
Yes, of course they are!

Cute.

See what I mean?
Like hamsters on a wheel.

All beating themselves up
because they can't get laid.

What's the typical profile
of your members?

Men mostly, about 60%,

- 30 to 40 years, professional types.
- Sexual orientation?

I don't think that's
any of our business.

No?
I'd want to know

what's going on in the
showers if I were you.

I don't know what sort of
club you think we're running,

but we're not like that.

Really?

As far as we know, this was the
last time Ted was seen alive.

Did you see him on Monday?

Monday? Erm, it is
very busy on a Monday,

it's busy most nights.

Do you keep a log of when
members enter and exit the club?

Yes, they have to swipe
their cards in and out.

Do you think you can get us a
list of who was here that evening?

Sure.

- Just give me a minute?
- OK.

That looks like Tony.

That is Tony.

Let me get this straight,

you've been a member
of a gym for six months

and you've never mentioned it once.

- Haven't I?
- No, you have not.

Anyway, don't worry, there's nothing
to be embarrassed about, much.

I ain't embarrassed.

Jack thinks gyms are for
self-abusing narcissists.

Now, that's not
exactly what I said.

Yeah, it is.
Lonely saddos

who can't get a date anywhere else.

Yeah, well.

You know, it's better than that plump,
paunchy look men get around about 40.

There are plenty of other ways
of staying in shape

- other than going to the gym.
- Then why are you so flabby?

Then, why are you two so
obsessed by losing weight?

Look, here it is.

Edward Finch arrived
at the gym at 6:38

and left the gym at 11:06.

Jesus, what time does
this place stay open till?

- Midnight.
- What was he doing there

for four and a half hours?

Do you know what, guys?

You two should join the gym.

Check it out, see who's who.

- I don't think so.
- No, no, no.

You can go in under-cover stylie,

don't let them know you're cops.

And you could use the time to
get yourself in shape, Jack.

Yeah, I suppose I could
lose a couple of pounds.

- Just a couple?
- Literally, it's just your tummy.

No, no, no, no, that was relaxed.

Now try it, go on.

Yeah, it's just your
tummy, literally.

Oh! Bloody hell.

Oh! Bollocks!

God, damn!

- How you doing? Good?
- Yeah, yeah. Great.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Start with something light.
And build your way up.

- Yeah.
- It's a simple exercise. Curls.

Ready? Just look straight.

- One.
- I got it, yeah.

Two. Look at the muscle.
Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Got it?

- Yeah. Thanks.
- Pretty simple.

- Right, go on, have a go.
- OK.

- Back straight.
- OK.

Pull your belly in.
Let's do it.

OK.

OK.

OK.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Breathe from here.

I'm going to go have a run, yeah?
Warm up.

Yeah, you go ahead.
Thanks.

Excuse me, have we met before?

Don't think so.

Are you a friend of Ted's?

- Never heard of him.
- Ted Finch?

- No, sorry.
- OK.

Ted Finch recommended the
club to me, do you know him?

He's like... six one,
dark hair, pale skin.

- He's a mad keen cyclist.
- Nah, sorry.

- When did you join the club?
- About six months ago.

Your BMI's too high.

You're carrying
too much flab, mate.

- Oi, get off!
- Look.

Feel that.
Go on.

Jesus!

They're like concrete.

That's amazing.

You work hard enough, you'll
have a couple of these bad boys.

Now, come on, come on!
Hundred. Pump, pump.

It's very brave of you to
be the only guy in the class.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thought it was
going to be a bit more mixed.

- Sorry, I'm Mack by the way.
- I'm Georgina.

Haven't, haven't
seen you here before.

No, I'm new.

I was introduced to the club
by Ted Finch, do you know him?

No, don't think so.

Anyway, nice to meet you, Georgina.

Nice to meet you.
Georgie.

- Georgie. Right, well...
- All right. Bye.

Got a real kick off
those endorphins.

Feel so energised, so pumped.

I tell you, I'm going
to get so ripped.

So what about the case?

What about it?

Did you meet anyone?
Make any contacts?

Give us a chance. Slowly,
slowly catchy monkey.

Slowly, slowly catchy monkey?

You got it.

That's a really creepy expression.

You got to breathe,
that's why you passed out.

- Yeah.
- You still feeling a bit sore?

Yeah, I am a bit stiff on
the right, right shoulder.

You write this down.

Your programme for the
next six months, yeah?

OK, OK. Hang on a
minute, let me just...

Remember.

- OK.
- High volume.

High volume.

- Tony. Sorry,
- Medium...

Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony!

I can't write if you're doing that.

Oh, look, I'll do it then.

High volume, medium intensity.

- Right.
- A lot of reps,

very little weightage. Yeah?

Little weight is good.
Little weight is good.

- Hey?
- Hey.

How's it going?

Well, the case has taken a back seat

to Jack's body-building
programme, obviously.

Yeah, well, you know what they say,

slowly, slowly... Catchy monkey.

Yeah, Jack says that all the time.

That's right, that's right.
And you've got the sit downs.

- Sit downs?
- Yeah.

- What's this?
- Autopsy results back.

Well, it's just as we thought.

- He drowned.
- Yeah, and?

Bruising to his right
elbow and right knuckle.

So you think he was in a fight?

Well, possibly, but there's
no bruising to his head

and no other signs of any struggle.

But we did find
alcohol in his system,

you know, traces of
wine in his stomach.

Plus, he was on
anti-depressants and steroids.

Steroids?

OK, what about the car?

Any vehicles that have been
stolen or abandoned didn't match.

Your whole suicide theory
rests on him being gay,

for which you have
absolutely no evidence.

You're determined I don't
win this bet, aren't you?

I don't give a toss about the bet,
I just want to solve this case.

You don't do that by having hunches

and finding evidence that fits.

Why not? Because

it's just not how you're
supposed to do it, Jack.

- What? You don't have theories?
- I have instincts but...

no I just gather evidence
until an answer reveals itself.

Or until you bore
your partner to death.

Let's call it a day.

We'll head back to
the gym tomorrow.

Well, technically, I'm unemployed,

probably unemployable too.

- Horrible boss let you go?
- No, no, no, no.

I sold my software company
a couple of months ago.

Should keep me in tea
and toast for a few weeks.

- Sounds all right.
- Yeah.

I've worked for
myself for too long.

I don't think I could cope
with being told what to do.

So not married then?

No, no, no, no.

Relationships take
time, don't they?

And I never had any.

Worked my butt off for
ten years to the exclusion of...

pretty much everything.

- Yeah, OK.
- So, I'll see you.

- OK, perfect, bye.
- Bye.

- Hey, how was the Zumba?
- It was fun.

- Yeah?
- Silly, but fun.

Hey, tell you what,
why don't

we put in some
overtime tonight, huh?

We could get a take
away, make a thing of it.

What do you say?

I can't, I have...

Meeting dad and...

he's coming over
for dinner and I'll

feel really bad if I blow him out.

OK.

- I'll see you tomorrow?
- Yeah, see you tomorrow.

Have a nice evening.

How's it going?

The calves' liver's a bit burnt,
but the Merlot's all right.

I meant with the membership list.

Oh, God, that.

Fell asleep after
a couple of pages.

That stuff's more Naz's speed.

It's not burnt, it's well done.

Isn't that right, Naz?

Do you know how
many times on average

a new member visits the
gym before cancelling?

See what I mean?
He loves it.

- Dunno, mate. 50?
- 24?

11.

That's how they make their money.

100 quid joining fee,

six months minimum membership
equates to £70 a visit.

- Bloody hell.
- Evening all.

Hey!

Hey, what you doing here? I thought
you were having dinner with George?

No. I'm playing poker with him.

- Yeah.
- Oh. Right, OK.

Got any change for the meter?

Oh, don't give me the money dance.

Well, go and sit in the car.

You go sit in the car!

It's your bloody car!

I'm not paying for the beer then.

The little minx,
I thought she was up to something.

- What?
- I reckon she's gone on a

date with someone from the gym.

- No, not Georgie.
- Yeah, I saw them earlier.

Bingo.

What?

David MacDonald.

He was nailed for dealing
steroids three years ago.

And he pulled a knife
on the arresting officer.

He's not the bloke Georgina's
out on a date with, is he?

Dunno.

I only saw him from behind.
It's unlikely though, isn't it?

Yeah, one in 100,
wouldn't worry about it.

Oh, shit.

Yeah.

I'm not always good
with the bubbles.

Sorry, one second.

No, it's fine.
Sorry.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

No, it's gone to
answering machine again.

- Then text her.
- And say what?

Run, he's a cop killer?

She'd think I was taking the piss.

You could get the surveillance
team to run a location on her phone.

Good idea, you ring them.

That's how I found out my ex
was shagging the sous chef.

Yeah, tracked her phone
to a Travel Tavern on the A4.

Classy, right?

Look, I'd better be
going, Pete's waiting.

Naz Omar.

I'd like to run a location on
a mobile phone number, please.

Quick as you can.

Jesus, I need a piss.

So, this is me, do you
want a glass of wine or...

Jesus.

- Georgina!
- Jack?

Jack!

Thank you.

This is ridiculous. I was only
taking a piss, for Christ's sake.

Yeah, but you chose to
do it on her lavender.

Plus she says she got
an eyeful of your knob.

Surprisingly her words, not mine.

You're really enjoying
this, aren't you?

I am, to be honest.

Is that bad?

OK, before you say anything,

I'm sorry I messed up
your date last night,

but he was a potential suspect.

Moving on,

do you want the good news?

- Yes.
- OK.

Last night,

while I was at the station,

I thought,
"Well, since I'm here,

"I might as well do some work."

I sat through five
hours of CCTV footage.

And guess what?

You thought it was a reality show?

No.

Ted's hire car was in
town at eight o'clock

when he was supposed
to be at the gym.

So what are you saying?
It was stolen?

Well, either that or
he wasn't at the gym.

Aah. Hey, hey. Am I forgiven?

Ish.

We've been checking
through the membership list

and one name in particular
stands out, a David MacDonald.

Was he here the night that
Ted Finch went missing?

Let's have a look.

MacDonald.

Looks like he hasn't
been in for over a month.

OK. So, Ted could
have got out of the gym

without swiping his card if he'd jumped
over the barrier or out the window.

But why would he want to do that?
Cos if he was doing something

he wasn't supposed to be doing, he'd
still have an alibi, wouldn't he?

That's a bit far-fetched, isn't it?

Well, we'll find out, won't we?

Do you have CCTV here?

Yes, some.

We'd like the discs for the
night that Ted disappeared.

Right...

I forgot, sorry, we're
having a few problems

- with our CCTV.
- Problems?

Yeah...

Some of the cameras...

- are not working very well.
- Which cameras?

Well...

the one in reception and also...

the one outside the main doors.

Sorry.

He's lying.

We'll get a warrant for the CCTV.

A warrant? Please!

- What's your dad's number?
- What? Why?

Come on, what's your dad's number?

Where did you get these from, Dad?

I know the guy who's got the
security contract at the gym.

Course you do.

Hey. Rewind that.

Yeah, there, there, there,
there, there, there, there.

Is that the manager
swiping Ted out?

Hello?

OK, I'm going to ask you a question.

And if I think your answer is
a lie, I'm going to arrest you.

Do you understand me?

Who is it, Bob?

It's all right, darling,
it's just for me.

Would you mind if we did
this somewhere private?

Sure.

All right...

I've got something
to tell you both.

Ted and I...

- were having an affair.
- See, told you.

What?
No, you didn't.

You said Ted was gay, you
never said Bob was too.

I knew he was gay from the
first moment we met him.

Absolutely didn't.
If you'd even thought that,

- you'd have said something.
- I did, actually.

Sorry, excuse me, I'm
still here, you know.

Yeah, all right, go on.

We both had to keep it a secret
because we're both married.

That's why I would use
my card to swipe him out,

so that if his wife
ever wanted proof

he was where he said he was, it
would be there on the entry logs.

He was a bit paranoid.

Sneaky.

So what happened the night he died?

Well, we...

we, we met for a few drinks

and a quick bite to eat,

chatted for a few
minutes in his car,

said good night and...

and, er, that's the
last time I ever saw him.

Where?

- Where what?
- Where did you go for a drink?

At The Riverside, the bar,
just down by the river,

it's very discreet.

Was it you who got
him into the steroids?

No. No, no.
He very much did that himself.

He was buying them online.

I'd finally persuaded him to stop.

He'd been off them
for a couple of weeks.

What was his mood
the night he died?

He was fine, happy, I'd say.

I mean, he'd struggled
with depression.

Lying to his wife was
pretty, pretty stressful.

But not enough to kill himself.

I mean, not in a million years.

How did he die then?

I don't know and
it's driving me crazy.

Can I go now?

Yeah. But don't even think
about leaving town

- without asking me first, OK?
- OK.

Always wanted to say that.

- Technically, he can leave...
- Don't spoil it!

None of the staff...
Oi!

None of the staff saw anything
and they don't have CCTV.

Skimmed milk, right?

Skimmed milk, four sugars.

Well, this is where he went in.

They found his body
half a mile away,

it must have been dragged there
by the current.

Look, this is a shelf, right?
It's a sudden drop.

If someone fell in here, they'd be
immediately be out of their depth.

What if it was just a
mugging that went wrong?

He got into a struggle, hence the
bruising on his knuckles and elbow,

and he ended up in the river.

But, like you said,
he was a strong swimmer.

We need to get on to the
garage that lent him the car,

find out whether it was an automatic
or a manual and the make and model.

Hi, Bob? DI Armstrong.

Listen, you know you
said you spoke to Ted

in his car the night he died.

Yeah. Where was it parked?

Right, thank you.

We need to talk to Naz.

You think the car
went in the river.

Yep.

Hey, Naz. Talk to me
about anti-depressants.

No, they're not for me, you idiot.

Different people have
different side effects

to monoamine oxidase inhibitors.

- To what? -
Anti-depressants.

But a common one is drowsiness.

And we also found
steroids in his system,

but you say he'd quit.

He had, two weeks before he died.

There could still be traces.

Well, you certainly don't want
to go cold turkey on steroids.

Yeah? Why?

Well, they have some seriously
nasty withdrawal symptoms.

Like what?

Dizziness, low blood
pressure, tiredness.

I've got it.

Right, get this.

Ted parks the car next to the river.

He's already feeling tired
and drowsy.

His wife tells us that
he'd never driven an automatic before

and wasn't a good driver
at the best of times.

Now, not being familiar
with an automatic,

he accidentally puts the car
into reverse instead of drive.

The car goes backwards, into
the river, over the ledge,

down into ten foot
of water, maybe more.

Yeah, but surely he would've just
opened the car door and got out.

No, because water's coming
rapidly through the air vents,

so he tries to smash the
window with his right fist

and then his right
elbow, hence the bruising.

But we know he got out.

By the time he smashed the window,
the interior of the car's flooded,

the car's two metres
below the surface.

Now, either he
drowned inside the car

and then floated out of the window,

or he got out of the car, but
never made it to the surface.

I taught him everything he knows.

Smashed driver's window?

Just like you said, George.

Just like you said, George.

You know what,
it's fine,

I'll let you have this one.

That's one case each and a draw.

Although, I do think
you got a bit lucky.

- Lucky?
- Yeah, lucky.

Hey, I said he was gay
right from the get-go.

Lucky guess.

OK, if it's just to do with luck,

you won't mind putting your
money where your mouth is

and betting on who
cracks the next case.

Fine.

20 quid.

30.

Let's make it 40.

- OK.
- OK.

- See you later, Naz.
- See you, guys.

You know the secret of
being a great detective?

There is no secret, Jack,

just follow procedure,
simple as that.

Instinct.
Follow your instinct.

It's the only thing that makes us
different from computers.

Yeah? Well, my instinct says
you're full of it.

Oh, really?

And another thing, you know...

- I get out plenty.
- Yeah!

- How was the party?
- It was good, thanks.

Yeah?
Couldn't have been that good,

you answered after the first ring.

There'll be no baking today.

Neither will there be any
poaching, frying, grilling,

searing or broiling,
whatever the hell that is.

One of your contestants
died last night.

The competition
continues this afternoon.

You're joining it.

This is so cool!

Police work and
cooking, all I need.

You're going to become a spinster.

You can't be a spinster at my age.

Spinsterism, is not age specific.

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