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Is there someone else? No.
Have you got time for a drink or...

I don't know what you had to do,
Dom, in prison to get by

but that is in the past,
you're in my world now.

Are you all right?
You just saved my life. Rachel?

Sean?

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I'd better go.

Andy.

Come on.
No. Please, come on.

It's nearly midnight.
I've got to get home.

Have you thought any more
about telling the girls?

I can't, not at the minute.
Not with a job like this one.

I hardly see them as it is,
never mind...

Why don't we try and organise
a Sunday off together

and take them for a meal
and tell them?

Together, and Dorothy.
Yeah... just not now.

Not with this job like it is.
Obviously not now.

I mean, in a couple of weeks.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

You don't sound too convinced.
I'm tired.

Is everything OK?
It's fine.

I'm still a bit...
What?

Bothered... about why you didn't
tell me you and Ade had split up.

Are you going to keep picking at
this?

No, I'm not. I'm sorry.

I'm just...
You are.

I didn't want to talk about it.

I didn't want people coming up to me
saying,

'Oh, I'm sorry to hear about you
and Ade.'

I wanted time to think about things.
Properly.

Yeah, but... I'm not on
about 'people'.

I'm on about me.

Janet.
Don't analyse things to death.

'Detectives in Greater Manchester
are continuing the search

for the missing schoolboy,
Dylan Nicols.

Following Dawn Nichols' plea
yesterday for information

on her eight-year-old son's
whereabouts,

Manchester Police's
Major Incident Team

have recieved hundreds of calls with
alleged sightings of Dylan

in Amsterdam and Barcelona.'
We want him home.

We just want him home.

'Friends, relatives and neighbours
have joined a team

'..Who was last seen four days ago.'

Hello?

Uh, yeah, it is, yeah.

Tomorrow morning? What time?

Uh...

Yeah, no, it's fine.

Yeah, that's fine. It's fine.
Thank you. Nine o'clock?

Thank you. All right, bye-bye-bye.

What?

Dom's gotta have an HIV test.

That was the clinic. I've booked him
an appointment for three weeks

but they've had a cancellation and
they can see him tomorrow at nine.

You couldn't go with him for me,
could you?

I've got my exam, my sergeant's
exam. You're on three elevens.

Look, if someone doesn't go with him
then he's not going to turn up.

I've taken three hours out of the
exam.

I don't want to ask Godzilla
if I can have the whole morning off.

Not in the middle of this.
Why's he got to have an HIV test?

Course I will. Course I will.
Course I'll go with him.

Is it: A - when he arranges
to meet the child?

B - when he starts walking to meet
the child?

C - when he first meets the child in
the park?

D - he does not commit the offence
as he has not previously
communicated with the child?

I think it's B - when
he's walking to meet the child.

I think it's A - when he arranges to
meet the child.

Well, go on, then!
What? D. Why? How come?

Section 15 makes it an offence
for a person aged 18 or over...

or to travel with
the intention of meeting a child...

DS Roper... the stumbling block
to the offence in this question

is the lack of previous
communication.

Thanks. He's here.
He has entered the building.

Ooh, he's here. He's here!

Boss, he's here.
Right, excuse me.

Who's here?
The Chief Con.

Mr Rutterford?
Aw, look at you, all star struck.

Why's he here?
They're having a gold meeting.

Here? Mm.
Big enquiry like this, they just do.

It boosts morale allegedly
and it looks good.

Do we get to sit in on it?
Of course you do, Kevin.

You and the strategic commanders.

We're going to go through to the
briefing room, Andy.

Can you organise us some teas?
Thank you.

Ma'am.

A 48-year-old guy owns a sweet shop
which he uses to further

his paedophilic desires. He sees a
12-year-old kid in the shop

and has desires to touch him
sexually.

He arranges to...
Put that away.

Get on with what you're supposed to
be doing. Exam's tomorrow!

I didn't get to bed last night,
Kevin. I didn't even get home.

Get on board.

Idiot.

Mr Rutterford. Morning.
Good morning. Sir.

Morning, sir.
Morning, sir.

Thought we'd take it through to the
briefing room. Good, good.

The key to the whole thing,
I think we all agree,

is the fact that Dylan spent the
entire day in the slot machine
arcade on Silver Street.

He was in there for upwards
of nine hours.

We've identified 47 people who went
in there during those nine hours.

Gambling addicts,
druggies, alcoholics,

a convicted sex offender.
We've identified all 47

and we're in the process of speaking
to all 47.

Can you talk me through his last
known movements?

I can, yes. The arcade manager,
Michael Nash,

locked up just after eight o'clock.

Dylan was hanging about outside the
arcade with a little girl,
Louise Armitage.

Nash knew Dylan,
knew where he lived,

offered to drive him home
with Louise Armitage

who lives four doors down from
Dylan.

Nash dropped them both off on the
corner at the end of their street,
8:20, we've got that on CCTV.

Louise went straight home,
Dylan didn't.

Dylan said he was going
to the chip shop.

Louise wanted to go with him but
Dylan wouldn't let her.

Normally he will share. We both do.

Depends who has the cash.

Why do you think he didn't want to
this time, Louise? I don't know.

Do you remember what he said?

'Bugger off, Louise.'

It was an excuse to get rid of her.
What we also know

is that Dylan never went into the
chip shop. CCTV confirms that.

So he had plans other than going in
the chip shop

and he had to shake Louise off
first.

At the minute, Louise is the last
person we know spoke to him.

The last sighting is the CCTV from
Netherfield Road

that you've seen so much of
on the news.

So he was walking away from his
home and back towards Wynthenshawe.

So where he was going
and who he was gonna meet

is the $64 million question.

I am convinced it's someone
he spoke to at that arcade,

during those nine hours.

Obviously, you're talking to this
Michael Nash, the arcade manager?

Oh, are we talking to Michael Nash!

I've had him in twice with one of
the tier threes.

She's downstairs again with him now.

I wish that I'd taken him to the
door. Both of them.

I would have normally... only he were
insisting on going buying chips.

So...
Normally...

what do you mean, 'normally',
Michael?

Have you driven Dylan home before?

I know his mother.

The thing is, I know that he's not
old enough to be in the arcade

and I know that he should be
in school...

but I'd rather he was there
where I could keep an eye on him.

And what about this registered
sex offender?

Ryan Varney, 22 years old,
small-time low-life dickhead.

Mental age of a banana.

Convicted of having sex with a
12-year-old girl five years ago.

We know he spent a lot of time
with Dylan that day.

He took photos of him on his phone,
messing about in the arcade,

and he gave him money for pop
and crisps.

I've had him in twice, as well,
with another tier three

and she's asked him back in today.

There's an eight-year-old boy
missing...

who, on the day that he went
missing,

you gave money to
and you filmed on your phone.

In an arcade that he wasn't old
enough to be in.

On a day that he was meant to be
in school.

We've got half of the Manchester
Metropolitan Police Force

out looking for this kid.

It's really important, Ryan,
that you try and tell me the truth.

Do you understand that?

And what're you thinking?

I'm thinking that out of the
120-plus people we've TIE-d,

one of these two knows significantly
more than they're telling us
at the moment.

Nash was the last adult
to speak to Dylan

and Varney has this child sex
offence.

Beyond that, it's an instinct.

I'm just unhappy about the pair of
them.

And we're thinking the boy's dead?

Statistically, historically, yeah.

I've got 30 officers doing
house-to-house.

I've got 20 dedicated search
officers.

Based on advice from POLSA
and CATCHEM,

we're moving out in concentric
half-mile circles

from the point of the last sighting
on Netherfield Road.

What I'd like to do, Gill...
Given the nature of the inquiry...

this is no reflection
on the job you're doing...

I'd like to bring the review team
in sooner rather than later.

Think of it as a support, too,
in this instance.

Is Mandy Saunders back off
maternity, then?

No. Uh, no. You'll be working
with your ex-husband.

I assume you haven't got a problem
with that?

No, sir. Thanks for asking.

I'd rather he was there in the
arcade where I know he's safe

than wandering the streets
which is what he'd do.

At least then I can say,
hand on heart, I was trying to keep
an eye on him.

How long have you known Dawn,
Michael?

Five or six months.

Is something the matter, only
you seem a little bit embarrassed?

I...

OK, well, I've been seeing her.
Dawn.

You mean you've been having a
relationship with her?

Yeah. What sort of relationship?
A sexual relationship?

Yeah, yeah. Sort of, yeah.

But, obviously,
my wife doesn't know.

It's OK, Michael, we're not sat here
judging you.

We just want to know where Dylan is
and what's happened to him.

Sweet kid.

I just want to help her
and be doing something for her.

OK. I'd like to take you back to that
Monday night again,

if that's all right with you,
Michael?

After you dropped Dylan off.

But, before I do,
when you said just now, 'sweet kid, '

who were you referring to?

Well, Dawn.

But, yeah, he's a sweet kid and all.

So what we know now, Ryan,
is that when you told us

that you went to McDonald's
after you left the arcade...

what we know now is that,
in fact, you didn't.

Because we've got CCTV from inside
and outside of McDonald's
on Campbell Street...

and you're not in there at all.

At any point during the evening.

Did I say the one
on Campbell's Street, McDonald's?

Cos it might have been that other
one.

By Tesco's.

I don't normally go in that other
one but I do sometimes.

OK, but you told me...

that when you ordered your meal, you
went and sat on the left-hand-side

by the window and, opposite,
you could see people standing
at a bus stop, yeah?

Do you remember telling me that?
Yeah.

Did I?

Mm, Well, you wouldn't have sat
on the left-hand-side

at the one near Tesco's, would you?

Because there's no seating down the
left-hand-side

when you're facing away from the
counter.

And you couldn't have seen anybody
stood at any bus stops, could you?

At the one near Tesco's?
Cos it's in, like, a...

like a shopping, industrial
estate type of area, isn't it?

All you'd have seen is a car park.

Yeah, yeah... I must have been
in that first one, then.

No, Ryan.

That's the point. You weren't.

Yeah, well, I must have got me
days... mixed up, then.

Right. This Monday night,
this last Monday night...

That is what I normally do do.
I come home from the arcade,

I go and have my tea in McDonald's.

Most days that is what I'm doing.

This Monday was different, wasn't
it, because you didn't do that.

You didn't do what you normally do.

What did you do, Ryan?
Am I under arrest?

No.
So can I go, please?

Yeah.

Any time you like.

But I'd have thought
that somebody in your position

would have wanted us to help you...

rule yourself out.

He said he was going to a house in
Fallowfield, 11 Enfield Road.

He said he stayed there
for four or five hours.

Which, when we got there, is all
boarded up. The whole street is.

Yeah, it's a druggie squat.

He gave us a few names,
people he reckons he was there with.

Bash, Smiffey, Digsy... no real names

but we're gonna follow it all up
with the FIO.

So could he have taken Dylan there?

He could have done but...
We searched it thoroughly.

Cellar, attic. If he was there,
he's not there now.

How are we doing with Michael Nash?
Well, the plot thickens.

Turns out he's having a relationship
with Dylan's mother.

I knew there was something he wasn't
telling us.

How long's he known her?
Six months.

How did he meet her? I didn't ask.
Do you want me to find out?

Yes, I do. Right, tomorrow.
A - I won't be spending
any more time with the press.

I'm handing it over.
It's ridiculous...

It's not ridiculous, it's necessary,
but it's not an appropriate use of
my time.

B - nothing to worry about -
it's normal in an enquiry
this high-profiled...

but the review team's coming in.

Right, thank you. Night-night.

Get some sleep.

Please remember, as you leave
the building and beyond,

the eyes of the media are on you
24/7.

Do not let yourself be photographed
smiling or laughing,

doing anything that could be
misinterpreted

because it will decimate the mother
and these delightful people

will have no compunction
whatsoever, about showing it.

Are you gonna get some sleep?
Be nice, wouldn't it?

The parking's shit, apparently,
outside the college.

So what do you want to do,
drive over there together?

Save petrol and the hassle of
trying to find more than one space.

I suppose we'd better get used to it
anyway,

you, driving me around,
calling me 'Ma'am'.

I'm not gonna come round tonight.
I'm too tired. Do you mind?

Something's not right.
I know, I can tell.

You're not committed to this.
I want to take it steady.

I don't want it assumed
that I'll be round every night,

especially when we're working silly
hours.

You're right. You're tired.

We're both tired. We're all tired.
Yeah.

A job like this, it affects you.

Whether you like it or not,
it just does.

Night-night.

Night.

Good night.

Right. Ring me as soon as you can
if...

you know, if you want to.

Look, the point is... if the result
isn't the one that you're wanting,

you do get counselling straight away
so...

yeah, so... well, not that
you'll need it, probably.

- Hopefully, so.
- That'll be Kev.

Kev? Yeah. Parking's a nightmare
so I'm gonna leave my car here

then we're gonna drive over to the
college at lunchtime.

Anyway, then I can go for a drink
and not have to worry about...

In fact, why don't we all go for a
drink after? Yeah?

Hopefully, probably celebrating.

Yeah? Yeah, good luck.

And you.
Ring me. Yeah.

We'll deal with it.

You don't have to come with me,
Sean. I'm coming with you.

Alternatively, we could always
leave mine here

and go in your sexy little...
Yeah, like that's happening.

That's Sean McCartney's car,
that sad shitheap. Is it?

Are you and him?
What?

What?
You know, I could...

When you were going
with that flashy barrister,

I'm like, 'Fair enough. Whatever.
At least he's in her league, '

But, Jesus, Bailey, a road rat?

He's all right, is Sean.

Anyway, that flashy barrister turned
out to be a complete cock, didn't he?

Chatterton Banana-Bending Factory,
good morning.

We've got a body. She's just rung
me. She wants me at the scene.

Where? Rusholme.
Is it a kid?

Is it him?
Well, it's a kid.

Right, well, I will see you
when I see you.

Look, if I don't see you before
lunchtime, good luck.

If I can do it, you can do it...
with knobs on.

Oh, and Kevin. If you see Kevin,
give him a kiss from me.

Right, yeah, will do. Yeah, see you.

Was that Scotty?
The kid's body's turned up.

Is it him?

Good morning, DCI Murray, MIT.
I need to speak to the duty
pathologist.

Can you ask whoever it is to ring
me urgently? Thanks. On this number.

And can you flag up that we're going
to need a paediatric pathologist

as well as the Home Office one?
Thank you.

I want you to get on to Andy,
house-to-house,

starting with this street, that
street, these streets along here.

Any CCTV in the vicinity going back
to last Monday night.

I've seen a bus go along that road
so let's find out the route,

there might be more than one. Get
hold of any CCTV from any busses.

Mr Welsh, good morning.
DCI Murray, MIT.

I'm at the job on your division...
Andy.

Yeah, yeah. I'm with her now.
..age, clothing, hair colour.

The body appears to be our boy.

Given the situation,
we're already attracting onlookers.

I'm anticipating the press being
here within minutes

and I've not got a tent here to
cover the body for another hour

so what I'm planning to do is move
the body sooner rather than later.

I don't even want to wait for the
pathologist.

What I don't want is the mother
to see the bin.

He's in a bin. I don't want any
vultures photographing the bin.

I seem to remember there are a
couple of busses going along there,

36 and 157, there might be another
one. If there's... Janet!

Hang on. I need a van. A van we can
get a wheelie bin in upright

and I need it now. She says she
wants a van now, right now.

Wheelie bin in.

I think she's planning on moving the
body before the vultures descend.

I will indeed. Thank you. Ta-ta...
Yeah, OK. Speak later, bye.

Kid in a bin, eh?

I love this job, I love this job.
Do you know why?

I'm the one that gets to nail
the bastard that did this to
the wall by his fucking testicles.

Heather! Good morning.
DCI Murray, MIT.

Can you put me through
to Mr Rutterford, please?

Mitch.

Is it bad news?
Hello, Mr Nash.

Have you found him?
We've come to see Dawn.

Dawn! It's Mitch and another one.
DC Bailey.

What are you doing here, Mr Nash?

I'm a friend of the family.
Oh.

Have you found him?
Where's your mum, Dawn?

She's...

Do you want to sit down for me?

Do you want to give Cheryl a call
for me, Michael?

Do you want me to sit in with you,
Dawn?

Can you give Cheryl a shout for me?

Cheryl!

Dawn...
You've found him!

Haven't you?
Have they found him?

Do you want to go in with Dawn,
Mrs Williams?

Why don't you go make some tea?
She needs me with her.

No, she's got her mother in there
with her.

This is stupid, the way I'm being
treated. I want to help her.

This isn't about you, Michael.

So if you really care about Dawn,
go and put the kettle on.

We think it is Dylan.

Mickey!

Mickey! Mickey! Mickey!

Mickey!

Andy, Dirty Dave's rung him asking
when you're available

to brief the review team.
Any time this morning.

Ohh.

Are you gonna give me an answer or
are you gonna make like an ostrich?

Yeah, that last one.

Tell him to tell him I'll be back in
the office at half past

and if he doesn't mind allowing me
to kill two birds with one stone,

he can join us for the briefing,
all right?

Did you get that?

Hello?
Guess what? I'm fine!

I'm fine! I'm absolutely fucking
brilliant!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Hey, Rachel,
thanks for making me go.

It's not a problem.

Erm, Rachel?
What?

I love you.

I love you too.
See ya.

See ya.

Talk me through Michael Nash's
alibi.

Nash dropped Dylan and Louise off
at the end of their road

at approximately 8:20pm.

Our last sighting of Dylan walking
along Netherfield Road is at 8:45pm.

At 8:47, Nash is four miles away
buying sweet-and-sour pork

from a Chinese takeaway in Openshaw
near to where he lives.

We've got the till roll.
The fellow remembers him.

He's a regular. They had a
conversation about wind turbines

and solar panels.
Then, he says, he went home.

His wife and kids weren't there
that night,

they were visiting relatives in
Sheffield

but we know that he phoned her
at 11pm

or, at least, that a phone call
was made from his house.

Whether he actually did go home
before he made that phone call
at 11pm, we don't know.

We found nothing to suggest
otherwise but I'm not convinced.

Obviously, the onus is on us
to prove he was elsewhere

not him to prove he was at home.

Do you know, I'd really like to know
where those takeaway cartons are.

If they're in his rubbish
then we know he went straight home

but if they're not
then where are they?

Have you suspended his refuse
collections?

I can do.
What time's the post-mortem?

Some time today, hopefully.
There's logistical issues.

You couldn't event trying
to get a paediatric pathologist

and our Home Office pathologist in
the same city at the same time.

It will be interesting to know
what's in the lad's stomach, eh?
Absolutely, it will.

What about Ryan Varney?
He's a better suspect.

He lied to us about where he was,
he filmed the lad on a mobile phone,

he gave him money. His new alibi,
which we're still looking at,

puts him in a house
less than 200 yards away

from where Dylan's body turned up
this morning.

He's got a previous conviction for
an underage sex offence.

The other thing to say about Nash,
of course,

is that he's been messing about
behind his wife's back.

With Dylan's mother, is the point.

How long for?
Six months.

How did he meet her?
Online. Online dating.

Have you found his... online
profile thing?

No, I didn't realise
you wanted me to. Yes, please.

Ma'am, is it all right
if me and Kev get off? Yes, go!

- Good luck!
- Good luck!

Go for it, you can do it.
Sergeant's exam.

Well, break a leg.
Good luck, Kev.

Has anyone got a car, registration
Sierra-Lima-Zero-Eight-Romeo-Zebra
Charlie?

Red CLS?

Yeah, it's mine. Why?

Somebody's towing it away
apparently.

Shit. Oh, shit.

Slob arse.

That's an interesting choice to
spend money on

for a personalised number plate,
isn't it, Ma'am?

And I'm the best man
in your life ever

that you've ever had anything to do
with ever.

You are definitely up there
with the best of them, Sean,

at this present moment in time.

So, what I was thinking was we need
to stop messing about, you and me,

and just get married.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.

No, we are... you and me,
destined to be together.

Why? Why do we always end up in bed
together, eh?

Even when we haven't seen each other
for years.

I mean, this has been going on,
on-and-off, since we were, what?

14? It's meant to be.

It's just so obvious.

I'm surprised I'm having to spell it
out.

I'm suprised we've not thought of it
sooner.

I am never going to meet anyone
more fantastic than you.

You are never going to meet anyone
more fantastic than me.

Just think of the fantastic kids
we'll be having.

You can't fight fate.
What do you want for your tea?

You see, a fellow like Sean...
and I can see he can be amusing

in a limited sort of way...
he's just got no ambition.

You need a fellow...
Neither have you. I do.

No, you don't. You're a chancer.
You float along the line of least
resistance.

Why am I doing this exam, then?
Why am I in MIT?

I know you all like to think I'm a
knob but who gets into MIT being a
knob?

Kevin, you're the exception
that proves the rule.

That's why we love you.
Your sole function on this planet

is to make the rest of us look good.
I saved your life!

Hello?

Yeah, it is, yeah.

What?

No, no, I'll be there.
I'm on my way.

What's up?
My brother's in hospital.

He's been involved in some sort of
traffic accident.

He's unconscious.
You're kidding.

I've gotta go.
You're kidding! What about the...

I need a taxi!

Alison? Shit.

I'll drive you.
No, you won't.

Alison, Dom's been in an accident.

He's at hospital in Royal Oldham
and he's unconscious.

That's as much as I know.
They've just rung me.

I'm gonna get round there now. Shit.

Shit. Fucking shit.

I'll take you! No.
I'm taking you.

You're not missing it because of me.
Don't be daft!

Kevin!
You'd do the same for me!

I wouldn't.

We're missing a trainer, boss.

It's probably in the bin contents.

Gill? You're interested in the
stomach content.

Have you come across that before?

Sweet and sour.

Sweet and sour,
kiddy's stomach content.

Can you get someone to draft an
order for arresting Michael Nash?

And let's get his rubbish collection
suspended. Will do. See you.

Oh, my God.
His profile on this dating site!

'Single mothers welcome'.

The calling card of paedophiles
everywhere.

He wasn't just grooming the kid,
he's groomed the family.

Have you got any biscuits, Rach?

Usual place.

I will pay you back.

Like when you burnt my kitchen?

How are you going to pay me back,
Dom?

You sell your arse a few more times?

I still owe Ј5,000 on that car.

You weren't insured, Dominic.

You've written her car off
and you're made her miss her
sergeant's exam.

Do you know? Have you any idea? Have
you got the tiniest little inkling

of how much that meant to her, eh?

Do you know how hard she's worked?

And you weren't even bloody-well
unconscious for more than five
seconds.

It isn't his fault that the hospital
rung us.

I was just happy.

So you thought you'd go for a spin
in somebody else's car?

What you gonna do?

Go back to work.

Tea.

Come on.
I'll drop you off at Oldham.

OK, let's go.

You guys stay here.
We'll go around the other side.

Michael, I've come to see Dawn.
Is she in?

Yeah.

Can I have a word with you, Mr Nash,
in another room? What for?

Kitchen. What for?
Kitchen.

Dawn, I've come here
with some of my colleagues.

What's happening is they're just in
the kitchen just now with Michael.

They're just arresting him.

Mickey?
Why would...

Why are they... Mickey's not...

Mickey wouldn't...
Why are they arresting Mickey?

There are certain questions
that we have to ask him.

Trust me, Dawn, and I know you and
me have only known each other for
four days... but trust me.

He does need to be under arrest.

- Ohh!
- Get off me!

Bastard!
All right. All right. All right.

It wasn't me, Dawn! It wasn't me!

I wouldn't do that to Dylan!
Why would I do that to Dylan?

Ow! Ow!

How did you get on? Where's Kevin?

We have had some information,
following a bit of joined-up
thinking.

One of the cars spotted in the area
where Dylan went missing,

reported stolen two weeks previously,
belongs to a Graham Sutherland.

Yeah? So Sutherland
is Michael Nash's brother-in-law.

Jesus! So...

So he stole his brother-in-law's
car two weeks ago.

This is so planned.

He grooms the family
and then targets a car to pinch?

I missed my exam.

My brother was in an accident
and I had to go to the hospital

so I missed it.
Oh, my God! Is he OK?

Yeah, he's fine.

Sorry.
I don't want to talk about it.

Well, Rach...
No, really.

Really.

More flowers?
Mm.

Who are they from this time?

Same.

So, from the PM we know
that Dylan was strangled.

The marks left on his neck suggest
a belt just under an inch wide.

There's also the imprint
of what may well be a buckle, here,

like he's tethered with this thing
round his neck.

We took a belt off Nash
when we brought him in.

Good. Well, let's see
if we can get a match.

If we don't, we got POLSA
turn his house inside out.

I think what he's done is... he's
been to buy this Chinese.

He's driven home in his own car,
picked up this other one...

this one he's nicked... went back to
meet Dylan somewhere... where?

With his glutinous
bright red sweet-and-sour pork.

I'm retrieving all the stuff from
the bins round the back of the
arcade.

I think that's a likely candidate
for where he took him, lured him.

Then he did what he did to him
and we're waiting now to see

if we got any CCTV
of that same stolen car

going over to Fallowfield
later that same night

when... let's assume the same night...
Dylan was dumped.

Is someone interviewing Nash's wife?
Oh, yeah.

And Nash's solicitor's gone in
with him, has he?

Ten minutes since.

I can confirm that this morning,
a child's body was found

in the Rusholme area of Manchester.

Dylan's mother, Dawn, subsequently
identified her son's body.

'This afternoon, a man was arrested.

The arrested man turned out to be
Michael Nash

who had presented himself as a
friend of the family

and who, earlier in the day,
had made this impassioned please.'

We just ask that Dawn be left alone
in peace so that she can try...

Hello?

Mum, it's gonna be another late one.

That's all right, love.
Are the girls all right?

Yes, Tasie made burgers at school
and we've had them for our tea.

I had to add a few onions
and mushrooms.

Oh, and a bit of tomato puree!
But she did very well.

It was very tasty.
Anyway, you've caught him!

Yeah, we think we have.
We've made an arrest.

I suppose you'll have a lot of
paperwork to do.

Who'll be actually interviewing him,
then? Gill?

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it. I didn't do it.

Does the name Adam Hoyle
mean anything to you, Michael?

I didn't do it.

Have you ever used another name?

Following your appearance
on the news this evening

when you made a statement on behalf
of the family outside Dawn's house,

we've received a number of calls
identifying you

as Patrick David Whitmore.

Well, you see, things like
that... come back to haunt you.

Mud sticks.
Are you Patrick David Whitmore?

Yeah, I changed my name. I had to.

Why did you chance your name,
Michael?

Why did he go on the news like that?

He must have known
people would recognise him.

They do. They're thick.
They can't help it.

They like to put themselves at the
heart of the investigation.

Look at Ian Huntley,
it's a compulsion.

They're sick.

He'd get such a buzz talking to the
press like that this afternoon.

That man, that gibbering,
sorry, apologetic wreck...

is one of the most calculating,
cynical, evil human beings
you'll ever look at.

11 counts of sexual assault.

Yeah, I was convicted of none of
them.

But mud sticks.

And he still trying to damage me
with it now.

Not him. He didn't ring in.

It was his sister. Adam Hoyle
took his own life eight years ago

right after you walked free
from court.

Well, he brought it on himself.

I never touched him.

He lied. He lied and he lied.

Yeah, but he was obviously sick in
the head.

Hey, how was your exam?

I'm going to have to re-sit it next
year.

My brother had an accident.
I missed it.

Is he... all right?

Yes, thank you. He's fine.

We found a car, a blue Ford Fiesta,

registered to your brother-in-law,
Graham Sutherland.

He reported it stolen two weeks ago.

In it, in the boot...

we found a trainer
stuck down the side by the door.

It matches a trainer that we found on
Dylan's body this morning

when we removed him from the bin
that he'd been left in.

Also in the car,
we found takeaway containers.

In them were the remnants of
sweet-and-sour pork.

What can you tell me about that,
Michael?

Didn't do it.

We've identified a mark
on Dylan's neck

as being made by a belt buckle.

The mark is very similar
to the buckle on your belt,

the belt that we removed from you
when you arrived here this evening.

What would your response be to that,
Michael?

I didn't do it.

What we think happened, Michael...
correct me if I'm wrong...

is that you tethered Dylan
with the belt

while you sexually assaulted him.

Did I mention that we found semen?

Is that going to turn out to be
yours, Michael?

Hi.
Hi.

I'm not stopping.
OK.

Not even for a drink.
OK.

Sorry.
It's fine.

I don't want to do this any more.

What? I nearly went straight home
and rang you but I can't.

I don't want to let you go on
thinking that this is happening when
it isn't.

I've tried and it isn't what I want.
I'm sorry. I...

I said to Rach when I split up
with Adrian

that I didn't want to walk out of one
relationship straight into another

and that's exactly what I've done.
You spoke to Rachel about Adrian?

You told me you hadn't told anyone
at work.

You said I was the only one that
knew. Yeah, well...

I tell Rach stuff.
Why? She's an airhead.

She's my best friend
and she's not an airhead.

She's very far from being an
airhead.

She fucked up her exam.
She did not fuck up her exam.

I thought I was your best friend?

Obviously not.

So...

that's it then, is it?

Just like that?

Why?

Time, space.
All the things I've talked about.

All the things
that I've never made a secret of.

I hope... I hope, we're friends
but I can't...

I'm going now.

Hello.

You evil, pathetic, nasty, little
shitbag.

What was his name, Andy?
Were you?

Having a fling with him? No.

Does the Assistant Chief Con know
you had your car repossessed?

You're not hard up, are you?
He had no enemies!

This was about the colour
of his skin!

Andy, we're starting to talk
about harassment.

Sean, he's asked me to be
his best man. What?

At this wedding.
What wedding? Yours!

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