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Yeah, police.

Delivery driver?

Yep. Benjamin Akintunde.

He was wearing a lanyard
with a photo I.D. attached.

Okay.

Cause of death?

Blunt-force trauma,
back of the head.

SOCOs reckon he was hit
over the back of the head

and then pushed under the van.

Oof. Thank you.

So, it looks like he was
trying to change a tire.

Yet we can't find any
sign of the tire iron.

SOCOs reckon it may have been
used as the murder weapon.

But what we do have is
a nice clear fingermark

in the victim's blood.

Okay, so what are we
thinking, robbery gone wrong?

I'm not sure.

He's still got his keys,
wallet, and his phone.

All we got to do
now is unlock it.

[Siren wails in distance]

The witness noticed the van last
night before she went to bed,

and when it was still
there this morning,

she decided to take a look.

What time did she go to bed?

Just before midnight.

That's late to be out
delivering parcels.

Control have spoken to
our victim's employers,

who've provided us with the name
and address of the next of kin,

Mrs. Marilyn Akintunde.

Okay, Rob, if you can pay
the delivery company a visit

and see why he was out
delivering parcels so late.

And Billie and I will
do the death knock.

Right.

Have you seen the detective
inspector this morning?

Not yet.

Don't worry.

Have you ever had a
complaint made against you?

A few.

None of them were upheld.

Just like this won't be.

Don't think the detective
inspector would agree.

It's David's job to make
sure the complaint is...

Is properly investigated.

That's all.

I'll... I'll talk to him.

Get him to reassure you
that he's on your side.

Thanks.

[Knock on door]

Yeah?

I'm Detective Constable
Billie Fitzgerald.

This is Detective
Sergeant Vivienne Cole.

Is Mrs. Akintunde home?

Uh, yeah, she's asleep.

She was out last night.

And you are?

Her son, Stephen.

We really need to
speak to your mum.

Yeah, sure. You'd
better come in.

If you just wait in
there, I'll wake her up.

Mum.

Mum.

Mum, wake up.

Mum, wake up. The
police are downstairs.

What have you done now?

Mrs. Akintunde...

Marilyn.

Please.

It's about your
husband, Benjamin.

What about him?

I'm very sorry to tell you
both that Benjamin is dead.

[Breathes shakily]

I'm so sorry.

Are you a police officer?

ROB: I'm Detective
Constable Rob Brady.

What's happened to Benjamin?

One of your colleagues rang
asking for a next of kin.

And you are?

Lola Smith. This
is my company.

Then I'm very sorry to inform
you that Benjamin's dead.

No.

How did he die?

He's been murdered.

[Stephen crying]

Poor Benjamin.

He was a lovely man.

A really lovely man.

I have to ask, Mrs. Akintunde,
where were you last night?

I went out for a few drinks.

VIVIENNE: Okay,
where did you go?

Uh, Swan and Sixpence.

Who with?

On my own.

I wasn't drinking on my own.

I've been going to
The Swan for years.

Everyone knows me.

And what time did you get back?

MARILYN: I'm not sure.

Um, what time was it, Stephen?

About half 11:00.

And what did you do
yesterday evening?

I was... I was here.

I was revising for my exams.

Weren't you worried when
Benjamin didn't come home?

Dad doesn't live here...

Benjamin got himself a flat
a couple of months ago.

We had a bit of a falling-out.
It was getting sorted.

Benjamin made all of his
deliveries yesterday.

How come he was out so late?

We deliver until 11:00 p.m.

ROB: Have you got any way of
tracking the route that he took?

Yeah, we should do.

Um, I'll need to
speak to our I.T. guy.

ROB: When did
you last see him?

Uh, about 6:00 p.m.
yesterday evening.

What, here?

LOLA: Yeah. I was
on my way out,

and Benjamin was getting
ready to do his rounds.

Has Benjamin worked
here for long?

I started this
business 20 years ago.

Drove the first van myself.

Benjamin was driver number two.

He also ended up
marrying my big sister.

I went 'round to Benjamin
Akintunde's flat.

I don't reckon he's
been living there.

- VIVIENNE: How come?
- No personal possessions.

No clothes. Not
even a toothbrush.

So where was he living?

I rang his boss. She
couldn't tell me.

- Um, have you seen David?
- No.

He missed a meeting with the
deputy assistant commissioner

first thing, and he's
not answering his phone.

We should be doing
a witness appeal.

Why don't you do it if the
detective inspector's gone AWOL?

Yeah, I might have to.

Well, David had
better turn up soon.

The DAC is furious.

Hey.

I've brought you
some painkillers.

By the look of you,
you're gonna need them.

Benjamin Akintunde was a
loving husband and father.

This morning he was
found fatally assaulted

whilst doing his job
as a delivery driver.

We're appealing to
members of the public

to assist in our investigation.

If... If you saw
anything, anything at all,

please call the
number on the screen.

Thank you.

BILLIE: Benjamin
Akintunde, 42 years old,

married Marilyn in 2002.

Their son, Stephen, was born
a couple of years later.

Benjamin was a
part-time musician

and a full-time delivery driver.

What did he play?

Trumpet.

Going by social media,
he was pretty good.

- VIVIENNE: Any convictions?
- Benjamin was squeaky clean.

But the police were
called to the marital home

- a few weeks ago.
- Why?

BILLIE: Benjamin and
Marilyn were fighting.

The officers calmed
things down and left.

Interesting.

BILLIE: What's even
more interesting

is why the neighbors called
999 in the first place.

They were worried for
Benjamin's safety.

- And not Marilyn's?
- [Cellphone buzzing]

No.

ROB: How many
weeks ago was this?

Eight. Excuse me.

Detective Constable Fitzgerald.

Eight weeks ago is when
Benjamin moved out.

Did Marilyn strike you
as the violent type?

She struck me as a drunk. She
stank of booze this morning.

Still no sign of the
detective inspector?

Nope.

BILLIE: That was the
landlord from The Swan.

Marilyn Akintunde wasthere
last night like she said.

What Marilyn didn't tell
us was so was Benjamin.

Apparently they had a fight.

The landlord had to
ask them to leave.

- What time was that?
- BILLIE: About half 11:00.

Uh, when you say fight?

The landlord said
Marilyn was going crazy.

She threatened Benjamin.

Said she was going to kill him.

[Knock on door]

[Washing machine whirring]

Hello, Stephen.

Hello again.

We need another
word with your mum.

Um, yeah, come in.

You told us you were in The
Swan and Sixpence last night.

- That's right.
- Just chatting to the regulars?

Yeah.

We have witnesses saying
that you were with Benjamin.

Was he there?

I get these blackouts.

When did you last see your dad?

Yesterday after college.

He called around.

Why?

I texted him.

Said I needed to talk.

What about?

Moving into his place.

He said he'd think about it.

And why would you want to move?

I'm 18.

I need my own space.

Stephen, can you
tell me what happened

the night your neighbors
called the police?

It was about two months ago.

Nothing.

Just shouting.

The people next door,
they overreacted.

VIVIENNE: Your neighbors
told our officers

that they were concerned
for Benjamin's safety.

It was the night he told
me he was moving out.

After 20 years of marriage.

I was shouting at
him. Of course I was.

Why did he decide to go?

MARILYN: Well,
isn't it obvious?

I drink too much.

Lose my temper.

And that night, did you
lose your temper then?

I didn't mean to do it.

I lashed out at
him, cut his face.

The landlord at The Swan
said you were threatening

to kill Benjamin last night.

Marilyn, did you
kill your husband?

I honestly don't know.

Marilyn Akintunde,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the
murder of your husband,

Benjamin Akintunde.

She claims she can't remember
what she did last night.

- Do you believe her?
- [Sighs] Maybe.

You know, years ago, I locked
up a guy for killing his wife

who couldn't remember doing it.

Still can't.

I also asked Marilyn for the
clothes that she was wearing.

She can't find them.

I think I've got a good
idea where they might be.

[Washing machine whirring]

If your mother thinks she's
washed out any blood evidence,

she's got another thing coming.

She didn't put the
wash on. I did.

This is Wayne.

- Hello, Wayne.
- Hello.

Have you got Benjamin on CCTV?

Uh, yes, I do.

Uh, this is Benjamin
arriving here

at 5:48 yesterday afternoon.

Have you got CCTV
of him leaving?

Uh, yes, just after 6:00.

He loads up his van,
heads out on his round.

And doesn't come back?

WAYNE: No.

Do you track the
van's movements?

Uh, yes.

Uh, Benjamin's route
yesterday evening...

[Keys clack]

matched up with his
list of deliveries

and the addresses.

So, he was busy out
delivering parcels until?

Uh, about half past 10:00.

What does he do then?

WAYNE: Well, I'd expect
him to drive back here.

But he doesn't.

Instead, the van just
sits on McFarland Road

for nearly an hour.

McFarland Road, isn't that
where The Swan and Sixpence is?

- It is, yes.
- My sister's local.

WAYNE: The van
just sits outside.

And Benjamin was
there until when?

Uh, about half past 11:00.

Then he drives around for a bit,

ends up near Felsham Court
just before midnight.

Where he was murdered.

I'm... I'm sorry.

ROB: It's alright. I'll go.

I just can't get
my head around it.

You know he used
to be a musician?

I heard.

He was good.

Soulful.

Since Benjamin moved
out of the marital home,

was he seeing someone new?

If he was, he didn't
talk to me about it.

Tell me about his
relationship with your sister.

Marilyn has a serious
drink problem.

And Benjamin tried to
help her over and over,

but she wouldn't help herself.

Have you spoken to
her this morning?

I've left messages, and
she hasn't rung back.

Maybe I should call 'round.

ROB: There's no point.

I need to tell you that
Marilyn's been arrested.

For killing Benjamin?

ROB: Yeah.

You don't seriously think
she did that, do you?

We're keeping an open mind.

The fingermark that
was found at the scene,

it's not a match
for our victim's.

It's also not a match for
Marilyn or Stephen Akintunde.

Well, it doesn't mean that we
can rule them out completely.

And there's no
absolute guarantee

that the fingermark
was made by the killer.

Whoever it does belongs to, they
don't have a criminal record.

There's no match on the system.

VIVIENNE: Hmm.

No sign of the
detective inspector?

Not yet.

Have you tried ringing his wife?

No. He doesn't live
with her anymore.

So, where's he living?

Not got a clue.

How come you're not at work?

Day's leave. I did tell you.

Have you rung in?

Not yet.

Why don't I do that for you?

Give them something
to gossip about.

That is just what I don'tneed.

The tech team have got into
Benjamin Akintunde's phone data.

- Anything interesting?
- Very.

"Ben mate, Maz in
bar off her face.

Can u take her home?"

- Who sent that?
- Tracey Fallow.

One of the barmaids at The Swan.

That's why Benjamin
went to the pub.

Okay, so he goes to the pub,
him and Marilyn have a fight,

they leave together, like they
have a hundred times before.

What's Marilyn's motivation
for killing him last night?

Maybe she found out Benjamin
was in a relationship.

- With her sister?
- How did you know?

I didn't. But I
had my suspicions.

They were definitely in
the "new love" stage.

Lots of soppy texts.

- Were they living together?
- BILLIE: Looks like it.

Plenty of talk about
what to cook for dinner.

I asked Lola Smith if Benjamin
had been seeing someone new.

She looked me in the eye
and lied her face off.

Benjamin saved this to the cloud
at 4:43 yesterday afternoon.

ROB: That looks like the
inside of the parcel depot.

VIVIENNE: So, what's so
special about those trainers?

I don't know. But I
do know one thing.

Those trainers are identical

to the pair Stephen Akintunde
was wearing this morning.

Ah.

What can you tell me
about the trainers

Stephen was wearing today?

I didn't buy them.

Stephen gets his own
stuff these days.

What's so important
about his trainers?

It's our job to
ask the questions.

When you saw
Benjamin last night,

did he tell you that he
was in a new relationship?

No. He didn't tell me.

He didn't have to.
I worked it out.

It was written
all over his face.

[Scoffs]

I forced him to
tell me who she was.

[Chuckles] What I wasn't
expecting him to say

was that he was in love...

with my sister.

Is that when it all kicked
off between you and Benjamin?

Yeah. I went mad.

The landlord threw us out.

VIVIENNE: And then
what happened?

I don't... I can't remember!

[Sighs]

I wish I could! But I
still can't remember.

Right, chase up forensics on
Marilyn's clothes and beddings.

We're wasting time
asking her questions.

- Okay.
- Lola Smith just called.

Stephen Akintunde's
outside her depot.

He's drunk, and he's
threatening to trash her car.

She needs to pay
for what she's done!

Your dad wouldn't
have wanted this.

STEPHEN: You shut
up about my dad!

What's this about, Stephen?

Stay away, copper!

Stay away!

Lola's your aunt, right?

Yeah! She's my mum's sister!

She needed to stay
away from my dad.

If you put the bat down,
we can talk about this.

Stop telling me what to do!

Stephen, we need
you to come with us.

Stop right where you are!

Alright now.

It's all right.

Stephen.

I'm detaining you for the
purposes of searching you.

[Hand cuffs click]

Come here.

Come on, sit down.

I want your trainers.

Is this a joke?

Do I look like I'm joking?

STEPHEN: Fine, take them.
They're crap any way.

What's that?

Oh, come on.

I've never seen that
before in my life.

Stephen Akintunde, I'm
arresting you on suspicion of

the possession of a
controlled drug and affray.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned,

something which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Do you understand?

Let's go then. Come on.

Come on.

Why didn't you tell me
you were seeing Benjamin?

I was trying to protect
Marilyn's feelings.

It's bad enough that
her husband is dead.

You're gonna need to start
telling us the truth.

I'm sorry.

How long were you together?

A couple of months.

I'd loved him for years.

But nothing happened while
he was still with Marilyn.

I'm gonna need a full
download of your server.

And all of your CCTV
from the past 24 hours.

I'll speak to Wayne.

And we need to search
these premises.

Have you got a warrant?

Do I need to get one?

Why don't you tell me
what you're looking for?

If I were you, I'd
pray we don't find it.

Who else has got
access to this key?

Well, the keys are hung up
on a hook in the office,

so anyone could use them.

This is just an
overflow storage room.

We don't really keep
anything important in there.

I've never had alcohol before.

Because of what
it does to my mum.

It's horrible.

Is that why you threatened
your aunt with a baseball bat?

Because you'd had a drink?

My dad's dead.

It's all Lola's fault.

When did you find out they
were seeing each other?

STEPHEN: Last week.

I'd asked my dad if I
could move into his flat,

and he said that he
was giving the flat up.

Said that he'd met someone.

You told my colleague
that you thought your dad

left the trainers
in the cupboard.

STEPHEN: Yeah.

BILLIE: Why?

'Cause he came
'round last night.

They weren't there in
the cupboard before that.

What time did he come 'round?

STEPHEN: About 5:00.

So, you found the trainers?

After dad had left.
They were my size.

I assumed that he
left them there for me

and just forgot to tell me.

[Telephone rings]

Detective Sergeant Cole.

Oh, hi, Yasmin.
How can I help you?

I thought you might be wondering

where Detective
Inspector Bradford is.

Yeah, we are.

He's with me.

What do you mean
he's with you? Where?

At my place.

Can you speak to
the Deputy Assistant

Commissioner's office?

Apologize on David's behalf.

Why? What's happened?

The truth is, Vivienne,
he's in no fit state

to go into work.

Well, okay, uh, so, what
do you want me to say?

Say it's an urgent
welfare issue.

Thank you, Vivienne.

Goodbye.

We think Benjamin Akintunde
was about to blow the whistle.

We have reason to believe that
your company is being used

to import and distribute
Class-A drugs.

Sorry?

Show Ms. Smith the video.

What can you tell me about
those boxes of trainers?

Nothing. I-I've never
seen them before.

This is what was hidden
inside the trainers.

We just heard back from the
lab that that powder is heroin.

I swear. I knew
nothing about this.

Who shot that video?

Benjamin.

This must be what Benjamin
wanted to talk to me about.

Is... is this why
he was murdered?

You didn't see anyone
bringing those boxes in?

No.

Or taking them back out again?

No, I...

No.

What would be really helpful

is if you would let us
take your fingerprints,

so that we can eliminate
you from our inquiries

once and for all.

Any joy with the CCTV
from the Parcel Depot?

No. It doesn't make any sense.

Me and Billie have scrolled
through all five camera feeds,

and we can't find anyone
taking those trainers

in or out of the building.

Okay. Well, I heard from
the Detective Inspector.

He's not feeling so good
today. He'll be in tomorrow.

Not feeling so good?

More like the mother
of all hangovers.

Yeah, I think you're right.

That was the Incident Room.

They've had a confidential
tip-off in response

to your appeal, Sarge.

A young woman called in.

She was having a fight
with her boyfriend

about half past
12:00 this morning.

Very close to the murder scene.

Her boyfriend was
getting aggressive,

so when a man came
around the corner,

she ran to him for safety.

Only problem was the man
was spattered with blood.

Did she give a description?

Yeah. Black. Mid-30s.
Beard. Very tall.

Over six foot.

That sounds like Wayne Abbey.

Who's Wayne Abbey?

He's in charge of
IT and security

at Lola Smith's
delivery company.

Your fingerprints
were not a match

for the marks found on the van.

Of course they weren't.

How long has Wayne
Abbey worked for you?

Um, since he left school.

So, must be about 15 years.

How much are you paying him?

About 30,000 a year.

So, how can he
afford to live here?

I asked him that. He said
he came into some money.

He does go on some
amazing holidays.

I can't believe
I've been so stupid.

Oh, Wayne, did you
send the police

all of the CCTV they asked for?

Yeah. Why are you asking?

They were going on
and on about it.

They're sending someone
to check the servers.

We've got nothing to worry
about, have we, Wayne?

No. Of course not.

Good.

Look, uh, there's
only one box missing.

Wait for them to
unload. Stand by.

Strike, strike, strike!

[Engine starts]

Police, get on the
floor! Get on the floor!

[Siren wailing]

[Indistinct shouting]

Wayne Abbey, I'm arresting you

for the murder of
Benjamin Akintunde.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defense
if you do not mention

when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

- Do you understand?
- You're crazy.

I had nothing to do with that!

Do you want to say
anything about this?

Okay. I'll hold my hand up

to the drugs, but I
ain't no murderer.

Wayne Abbey, I'm
further arresting you

for the supply of
controlled drugs.

Let's go.

When did you last see
Benjamin Akintunde?

Uh, yesterday afternoon.

Just before he went
out on his round.

ROB: And you're claiming you
didn't see him again after that?

No.

What did you do
last night, Wayne?

Um, I stayed in. Watched TV.

VIVIENNE: You didn't
go out at all?

No.

So how do you explain this?

That is your finger mark

found on the passenger
door of Benjamin's van.

In Benjamin's blood.

It could have happened
earlier on in the day.

Yeah, but you see,
the blood on the van

came from the blow
that killed Benjamin.

He was alive and well
earlier in the day.

Lola doesn't have a clue.

I import drugs from Turkey.

Hidden in all sorts of stuff.

How long has this been going on?

Years.

When did Benjamin find out?

A couple of days ago.

I think.

I was stashing some
stuff in the storeroom.

I thought I had the place
to myself. It was late.

But Benjamin was
still in the building.

He must have seen me
because the next day,

I heard him asking around
for the storeroom key.

So, it wasn't hanging
on a hook in the office?

No. I had them.

I thought I had the only copy,
but Benjamin must have found

a spare or something 'cause

I found him noseying
around yesterday afternoon.

Saw him take a box of trainers.

What happened next?

I moved the stuff
into a hired van.

And then, I waited for
Benjamin to go on his round.

I had to just figure
out what to do next.

So, what did you do?

I went back to the depot

and tracked where
Benjamin's van was.

And then I flagged down
a cab and got dropped

a couple of streets away
from where he was parked up.

He was changing a
tire when I got there.

I offered to cut him
in on the action.

You know, I said Lola
is rolling in cash,

why shouldn't we make a
few extra quid, you know?

How did that go down?

He said he was gonna
show Lola the trainers

and tell the police.

I couldn't let him do that.

So?

So, I picked up the tire-iron,

and I hit Benjamin
over the head with it.

Did you know, Wayne, Benjamin
never opened up the trainers?

What do you mean?

We reckon he never
knew about the drugs.

We reckon he thought
you were just flogging

some knock-off trainers.

That's probably why he
wasn't excited about

getting a cut of the action.

I never meant to hurt anyone.

I just...

I just wanted a bit
of what Lola's got.

Have you seen the
car she drives?

What about the, uh,
blood on my clothes?

It wasn't Benjamin's
blood. It was yours.

I do fall over.

A lot.

We can arrange for you
to see some agencies.

Grief counseling.

Addiction.

I'd like that.

Thanks.

Thanks.

There's someone outside
who'd like to see you both.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I understand
they're still angry.

Right, I've got bedtime
stories to read.

Do you mind finishing
up the paperwork?

Yeah, fine. You
owe me one, though.

You can hold me to that.

- Night.
- Night.

I was going to shoot, too.

Something I said?

What are you looking at?

Vacancies.

In other units.

You don't have to do that.

I'll sort it.

I promise.

Good night.

BILLIE: Night.

[Sighs]

Come in.

Hello, Vivienne.

What's going on, David?

Just tell her, David.
Tell her the truth.

All I'm asking you...

Try to understand why
I've done what I've done.