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'West Lancashire Police.'

Hi, erm... I'm job, DS Townsend.

I have to report a missing person.

It's my son.

- Hey, are you OK, sweetheart?
- Is Mum...?

She's had to nip back out,
she's had to go look for him.

Where is he? Where's Conor?

Maddie, hey, look, he's...

He's gonna be OK, all right? I promise.

You can't promise that, though, can you?

We're doing everything we can, love.
Hey, hey, come here.

- Boss?
- 'I just heard. Are you OK?'

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Any news?
- 'No.'

Erm, I've been on
to Child Services, Social.

Uniform's out looking.

I've talked to his dad, his mates,
colleagues back in Manchester,

but no, nothing.

'Has anything like this
ever happened before?'

No. No, this isn't like him.
He's usually such a homebody.

Is there anything else
we can do this end?

I don't know. Erm... I should ring
the Rahmans, talk to Mariam.

No, look, Karen's here.

I can do that, Jenn.
You just focus on finding Conor.

Thanks.

Jenn...

- I'm sure he's fine.
- 'Yeah, I know.'

Where did you disappear to last night?

Is it Kareem?
Have you been fighting again?

Can't I just give my sister a hug?

Look, well, thanks, Becky.

Yeah, thank you. No.
No, no, everything helps.

All right. OK, bye.

That was his... his form teacher.

The police are now at the school now.

They were here before, but I didn't
know whether to call you or not.

It's OK. Have they heard anything?

No, but I've spoke to his teachers,
heads of year,

and he didn't show for DT
at the end of the day yesterday,

but he was in double English
before that,

so he must have left school around two.

How about you? You hear anything?

Erm, they've got him down
as a high-risk missing person,

which means they're chucking
everything at it, but... so far,

no word, no sightings, nothing.

But that's a good thing, right?

Like, if we've not
heard from the hospitals and...

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

- I'll go check on Maddie.
- Yeah. Yeah, that would be great.

Thanks, love.

She... She's been great. She, erm...

She put his picture on her story
and, erm, so did Molly.

- We'll find him, Jenn.
- And what if we don't?

What if it's too late?

He's not from round here,
he doesn't know his way around.

What if he's been singled out?

- What if someone's...
- Let's not talk like that.

You don't know what it's like!

You can't know, I'm sorry.

'Morning.'

Obviously, under the circumstances,
DS Townsend won't be in today.

OK, so, Shazia Riaz
was arrested last night

and released under investigation,
but she made a statement

implicating her husband, Kareem,
in match fixing against Saif Rahman.

So, she says they paid him two grand
to throw the fight.

Fucking hell.

According to Shazia,
Saif went along with this willingly.

She would say that, though,
wouldn't she?

Yeah.

See, everything we've heard about Saif

suggests he was committed to boxing,
took a lot of pride in it.

He was ambitious.

Does that sound like somebody
who was gonna throw a fight?

Unless somebody was putting him
under pressure.

OK, Karen, you're with me.
We need to talk to Kareem.

The police have been through all that.

Hang on, there was some
clothes there last night.

Did they take them? Did they
find something?

No, that was, erm...

That was me. I did... I did laundry.

I thought I was helping.
I was climbing the bloody walls.

There could've been something
in his pockets. Receipts...

- There was nothing, I checked.
- Fuck's sake, Chris.

Kareem?

- Can you come with us, please?
- Why?

We have information implicating you
in match fixing.

- What?
- In relation to the planned fight

between Saif Rahman
and Karl Eccles on May 3rd.

No way, this is bollocks.

I'm therefore arresting you
for attempted fraud. Come on.

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?
- Yes.

No. No way.

He would never have agreed to that.

But if you'd got wind of the idea
he was going to throw the fight,

what would you have done?

I don't know. I would've talked to him.

I would... I would've tried to
make him see sense.

- You'd have put pressure on him?
- This is nonsense.

You know where I was that night.
You know that I wasn't here.

I wish I had been, then maybe
I could've done something about it.

I had a duty of care towards that lad.

That's what I live with.

You don't have to go in
if you don't want to.

Honestly, if it was me,
I'd just throw a sickie.

- You've got a brilliant excuse.
- No, it's OK.

I'll see you later, yeah?

- Can you cover for me?
- You what?

- I'll be back later.
- No way! We've got that presentation.

I have to help find him.
I'll be back before lunch,

no-one will even notice I'm gone.

Erin, he'll be fine.
We bunk off all the time.

Yeah, and we have somewhere to go.

Come on, then, I'll give you a hand.

- 'Hello?'
- It's Conor.

Guy?

Jenn, I've got him.

'He's OK, he's safe.
We're on our way back now.'

Can I talk to him?

Go ahead, you're on speakerphone.

'Conor? Are you all right, love?'

Conor?

Come on, Con.

'It's all right. We'll talk later.'

- I'll see you back at ours, yeah?
- 'No worries.

- 'We'll be there in an hour or so.'
- Thanks.

Conor? I love you.

He's with his dad.

You always pour milk like Mum did.

What happened?

It's Kareem. He's been arrested.

What? What for?

I don't know.

Lads at the yard
said it's something to do with Saif.

Saif? That's ridiculous.

- Mariam...
- No! No, I'm not having this.

I'll call Jenn. They can't do this.
They've already arrested our Adnan.

Mariam!

What is it?

I've told you, that's not what happened.

According to the information
we received...

What information?
Where did it come from?

Whoever it was, they're lying.

- Why would they lie?
- I don't know.

- Get at me, set me up.
- Why?

So I'd take the blame.
Well, I'm not having it. No, no way.

I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry.
- I hope it was worth it.

- How much did you make?
- Mariam, please.

My son's never coming back,

but at least you'd have paid off
your credit card. Is that it?

Is this why Saif died?

No!

No, of course not.
Why would you say that?

He would never have agreed to this.

Somebody must have put pressure
on him. You and Kareem.

- No, it wasn't like that.
- Oh, no!

Then tell me, what was it like?

- Mariam, I...
- No! No, get out!

- Mariam, please...
- Get... out.

I think you should go, Shaz.

Conor, love.

I'm sorry, Mum.

- Thanks for, erm, bringing him back.
- Yeah, no worries.

Hey, come here, you. You all right?

Come on.

It's not true.

He wouldn't just throw it all away
for money. Would he?

_

Who were you with? Conor, look at me.

Do you know how lucky you are?
Anything could have happened.

Come on, Conor. Are you listening

- to what your mum's saying?
- I'm sorry, OK?

No, it's not OK! Have you any idea
what we've all been going through?

Half of West Lancashire's
been out looking for you.

God knows what kind of resources
have been thrown at this.

Sorry if I've embarrassed you.

Yes, you have embarrassed me, actually.

- It's my first week on the job!
- I just wanted to see my friends.

You put us through this because you
wanted to see your friends?

Who?

What friends you talking about?

Just mates from Central.
I crashed at Ethan's.

I called Ethan, I talked to him.
He didn't say anything.

- Yeah, I told him not to.
- So, what was your plan?

Just to go to Manchester
and stay there forever?

Better than being stuck here.

I'll call the school.
Let them know he's back.

I've just come to get my stuff.

- So what's going on?
- It's finished.

I'm packing it in.
Too much has happened.

It's fucking this, mate!

This fucking holier-than-thou bollocks.

Now, you knew what was going on.
You knew the whole time with Saif.

- Fuck off, Warren.
- Truth is, you put so much pressure

on that lad, he was bound to break,
wasn't he?

- Well, maybe you did. I didn't.
- Fucking bollocks!

And you know it is, mate.
You were on his back the whole time,

like he had the whole fucking future
of this place on his shoulders, man.

Shut your mouth.

How was he supposed to live up
to that, Vinnie?

That's why he was taking
fucking steroids, mate!

You were the one who was
supplying him that shit, yeah?

You, not me!

So you get your stuff
and get tae fuck out of here

before I lose my temper!

It's been a long time
since you've thrown a punch, Vinnie.

Do you still know how?

Do you want to find out?

Hey, and don't pretend like you're
doing some fucking noble thing

shutting this place down.
It's not some big sacrifice.

It's all about you.
You and your guilty conscience.

- I'd better be off.
- Already?

Afraid so. Come here, you.

You do this again and I'll hunt you down

like your grandad hunted me down.

And I'm not talking about
the cuddly old duffer you know now.

I'm talking about the proper kick-arse,

- take-no-prisoners old man.
- Are you working today?

Yeah, I'm on swing shift.

Actually, you know what?
I don't have to get back just yet.

- Why don't you show me around?
- Really?

Yeah, go on, then. Just don't
get used to bunking off school.

- All right?
- All right. Let me just get changed.

And how about you?
How are you settling in?

- Oh, you know me.
- Mm-hm.

- Are you speaking to anyone?
- I don't need to.

The last person you spoke to,
she helped, didn't she?

- I don't have the time.
- Course you do.

Come here.

Me and Conor thought
we'd go see the sights.

Yeah, great. That's... That's cool.

That's cool.

- You coming or what?
- All right, give me a chance.

- Are you going as well?
- I'm going to work.

Right.

Bloody hell, what are you driving?

Shut up! It's from the motor pool.
My car got pranged.

I could get that sorted for you
if you want.

The Williamses place is
just up the road and, you know,

they're pretty decent. You don't
have to check your fingers after.

That's OK, I'll pop in
on the way to work. But thanks.

OK.

Dad?

All right. All right.

Thanks for coming, Ritchie.

I wanted to show you something.

I want you to have it.

- No, no, it's...
- He would've wanted you to have it.

Do you think he'd have won? In Salford?

Yeah.

Yeah, course he would.
There was no stopping him.

Wow, they're nice.
Where did you get them?

- Just in town.
- Aren't they, like, a hundred quid?

Yeah.

- Shit, Molly.
- It was just a hundred quid, so...

Yeah, it's not yours. It's Saif's.

Well, it's not much good
to him now, is it?

That's not the point.
You don't know where it's come from.

What if this has got summat to do
with what happened?

- Can I help you?
- I hope so, yeah.

You could help the police, Mol.

It's in the pound at work.
I'll clear it with them

and you can say
I asked you to pick it up.

- Everything OK?
- Yeah, it's not a work thing.

My car just needed some attention
and my partner recommended you.

- No worries, leave it with us.
- You're a life-saver.

You could help them out.

Yeah, or it could get me
into massive shit.

This is about Saif, not you.

- That's great. Bye.
- See ya.

- So he'll be here a bit later today.
- Right.

- Thanks.
- OK.

Hey, I didn't expect to see you today.

- Thank God he's back.
- Yeah.

Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm OK. So, I suppose everyone
knows I'm mother of the year,

- a right fuck-up.
- Come on, Jenn, no-one thinks that.

Come on.

- Oh, hello.
- Jenn, Karen, this is Ritchie.

We've been swapping Saif stories.

Can we, er, just talk to you in private?

It's OK. Ritchie's
one of the family. Aren't you, love?

It's just that it's about
Shazia and Kareem, so...

What they're saying, it's not true.

OK, erm...

Is there any reason
Saif might've needed money?

- Did he have any debts or...
- I told you. They're lying.

Saif'd never have thrown a fight
for money. Ritchie, tell them.

No. No, Saif would never have done that.

It wasn't about money for Saif.
Winning was all he cared about.

- Would you have known, though?
- I know my own son.

No, I know. Of course, but...

Where do you get off, coming
round here, bad-mouthing my boy?

That's not what we're doing.
We're just trying to...

Why don't you find who did this
to him instead of blaming him?

Nobody's blaming him, Mariam.

We've only just buried him,
and now you're telling me

he was a liar and a cheat?
What do you call that?

We have a job to do.
We have to ask these questions.

Look, we have to cover
every possible angle, Mariam.

- It's not personal.
- Not personal?

You've arrested my son,
you've arrested my sister,

my brother-in-law. Are you trying
to destroy this family? Is that it?

Well, you're doing a bloody good job
of it, I'll give you that.

- So, where is he now?
- He's with his dad.

You didn't have to come in, you know.

No, it's fine. It's best I keep busy.

So how did it go with the family?

What did Mariam have to say about Saif?

Er... she wouldn't believe it.

She said, er,
that he'd never throw a fight.

We tried pressing her on it,
but she, erm... she got very upset,

she just shut down completely.

- I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.

It's just a bump in the road, Jenn.
We'll get there.

It's not that.

I mean, it's not just that.
It's, erm... It's everything.

It's work and home and, er...

it's everything.

Look, erm... maybe
I should just step off the case,

maybe you should do it on your own.
I'll talk to the boss and, erm...

No. Bollocks.

Come on, come with me.

I feel like I'm letting them down.

Mariam can hardly look at me
and I don't blame her.

They're relying on me
and I'm only making things worse.

It's not just on you, Jenn.

No, I know that,
but it's my responsibility.

If you lose the trust of the family...

I just... I feel like I'm fucking it up.

Dropping the ball at work,
dropped the ball at home.

- It's like I'm just not up to it.
- Come on, you know that's not true.

I don't, though.

I was working on this case
back in Manchester,

a man accused of murdering his wife.

They had two kids, two girls.

I spent a lot of time with them.
More than with my own kids.

I was run ragged
trying to keep on top of it all.

I got so wrapped up with the family,
I took my eye off the ball.

This one night, erm,
boss asked me to pick up some CCTV,

but by the time I got there,
it had been deleted automatically.

It wasn't crucial evidence,
just corroboration,

but at the trial,
they made a big thing out of it.

That and a few other things.

The defense made it look like
I'd deliberately withheld evidence

that would've proved his innocence.

The upshot is, he walked.

But this is a completely
different case, though, Jenn.

I know that, but it was on me.

I messed up.

18 months later, he did it again.

And those girls...

they knew... I'd let them down.

It just all got too much for me.

Guy tried to help, but he couldn't
reach me. I went into a tailspin.

Had to take a leave of absence
from work.

It, erm... It took me
a long time to come back from that.

I can't fuck up again.

What's happened?

What's wrong?

_

Oi! Oi!

Oh, these are all rigged!

You always say that when you're losing.

Hey!

On the other hand...
it just takes skill.

'Press button to start.'

Come on.

It's not as bad as all that, is it?

Seaside, fresh air.

I mean, look at it. It's beautiful.

It's... It's not home, though.

- No, not yet, but...
- You sound just like Mum.

Look, I'm not mad
about this either, Conor.

You think I wanted this,
you and Mads moving miles away?

But we talked about it, we agreed.

No, you did. You and Mum.
I didn't agree to anything.

That's not true, mate. We all
talked about it, you know we did.

Look, this is a big thing for your mum.

New job, new relationship.

You know what she's been through.
You know how hard it was.

This is a chance for her to be happy.

Doesn't she deserve that?

Come on.

Erin? Is everything OK?

- Sorry, it's...
- Molly?

Erm, it's about Saif.
He gave me something to look after.

Did he say where he got it?

He gave her some story
about cash-in-hand stuff.

Eddie, how are you getting on
with Kareem's bank records?

We have new information that Saif
had two grand in cash stashed away.

So what? What's that got to do with me?

You withdrew £2,000
from your account, March 19th.

OK, so why don't you tell us
what happened, Kareem?

Did you give him the 2K?

OK, yeah, so I did.

It was just a chance
to earn a bit of extra money.

- It was no big deal.
- Saif see it that way?

Yeah, he got a cut. He was up for it.

It's not as if it was
the be-all and end-all, that fight.

- There were gonna be other fights.
- Except there weren't.

So, how did it work?

Me and Shazia, we got a few people
to put a few bets on.

Various amounts.
30 quid here, 50 quid there.

When you say "a few people",
how many do you mean?

I don't know.

- Ten, 15, something like that.
- No, no, no.

There were way more bets than that.

The week Saif died, there was
a whole rush of bets against him.

I don't know anything about that.

Who else knew Saif
was planning to throw the fight?

- I don't know. Nobody.
- Just you and Shazia?

This has got nothing to do
with what happened to him.

So why don't you tell us where you
were that night?

I have! How many times? I was at work
and nipped to the chippy.

- What more do you want?
- We showed every chippy in the area

your photo.
None of them saw you that night.

Oh, you think they're
going to remember every customer?

Well, it's not my fault
they've got shit memories, is it?

Look, I've got nothing to do with it.

- Did Saif back out of the deal?
- No, he didn't! This is ridiculous.

A lot of people would have
lost money if he had.

Were you putting pressure on him,
Kareem?

No!

Can I speak to my client, please?

Hello, DS Townsend.

'We have a call for you
from HMP Wetherton.'

Thanks for seeing me.

Are you OK?

What can I do for you, Adnan?

It's about Uncle Kareem.

I know where he was the night Saif died.

Dropping stuff off for me.

How do you mean?

He passes stuff on to me sometimes.

Stuff that goes "missing"
from the docks.

White goods and that,
and I sell them on.

That night, he brought me a new batch.

There's a storage unit
on Marsh Hill industrial estate.

He left them there that night
and I picked them up in the morning.

I can vouch for him.

The CCTV corroborates Adnan's statement.

Kareem was clocked entering
the industrial estate at 9:37pm.

He leaves at 11 minutes past ten

and heads straight back
to the haulage yard.

It's down to the CPS what charges
Kareem will face in the fraud case.

He's been released on bail.

But he does now have a solid alibi
for the night of Saif's murder.

That means we can't rule out
match fixing as a motive,

but we've ruled out
Jordan Rooney and his mates.

We've ruled out Adnan, Ray
and now Kareem.

The rest of the family all have alibis.

We've ruled out Vinnie and Warren,
we've talked to everyone else

at the boxing club, we've talked to
everyone at Saif's work.

We're back to square one.

We've got nothing.

What's that for?

_

Go on, then, make yourself useful.

I thought you could do
with taking your mind off things.

It smells good.

Here you go.

No.

You're not gonna make me
drink on my own, are you?

- Come on. Cheers.
- I don't want a drink, Ray.

- I'm sorry. I can't do this any more.
- You what?

I need to focus on the boys,

after everything they've been through.

Have I done something wrong?

- Have I done something to upset you?
- No.

It's not even about you.

I mean, you're...

No, no.

Mariam...

don't give me the consolation speech.

I'm sorry.

Right.

Well...

It's for the best.

Boss has called an emergency briefing.

We've just heard
from the exhibits officer.

Forensics have been
working on Saif's phone.

Initial results were inconclusive.

Only fingerprints
on the outside of the case

and the broken screen were Saif's,

but when they took the phone apart,
they found inside it,

on the shards of glass and the
battery case, were traces of blood.

And it's not Saif's.

So, given the fact the blood
was found inside the phone,

it can only have come into contact
with it after the screen was broken.

Whoever's blood this is,
they were at the scene.

So this could be a major breakthrough,

but we're not there yet.

OK, I want us to go back
to the beginning, retrace our steps,

just in case we've missed anything.

Right, so Shirin Persaud was
the last person to see Saif alive.

Let's start with her.

Clarkie, I want you
to take the lead on this.

- Boss.
- OK.

Boss, is there anything I can do?
Only I was...

Yeah, erm... go home.

See your son.

That's an order.

Hey.

Hey!

- Ow! For f...
- Don't do that to us again!

- That really hurt!
- Good.

- Dad! You owe me a day out.
- It's a date.

I'm really sorry, but I have to go.

I'm on duty first thing in the morning.

Can't I come and stay for a bit?
This weekend?

Well, I'm working this weekend.

I'll see you the weekend after.

And as soon as school holidays hit,
I'm all yours.

Until then, you stay put
and listen to your mum.

I'm surprised you even bothered
showing up.

I took vows, didn't I?

I know you talked to them, Shazia.
I know you told them.

- I didn't have any choice.
- Bollocks, course you did!

You chose to save your own skin!

Kareem.

Is this why he died? Saif?

Because of the fight,
because of the bets?

I don't know why he died, but I know
it had nothing to do with me.

You told me he was up for it,
throwing the fight.

But he wasn't, was he?

You pressured him into it.

He knew what he was getting into.

He agreed.

He looked up to you.

He always did, he trusted you.

He would have done anything you asked.

I'm done.

- Kareem!
- Go to hell, Shazia.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Where's Guy?

He's... He's gone.

Are you all right?

Did you have a good day with your dad?

- I'm sorry, Mum.
- Oh, come here.

- I didn't mean to scare you.
- Yes, you did.

But we can't go back
to the way things were.

I know you miss Manchester.

I know you miss your dad.
I miss him, too,

but you know we're not
getting back together again.

No. God, no, I know that.

That would be awful.

But if we need to make changes,
we'll make changes.

Whatever it takes.

Give me that.

Mariam, please.

I have nowhere else to go.

Here.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Is Erin ...?
- She's at her mum's, yeah.

OK, go on. You go.

I was thinking
I need to set up something regular

with Guy for the kids.
You know, holidays, weekends.

Yeah. That's a great idea, that.

And, erm... thank you
for your help with Conor.

Sorry if I was a bit of a bitch.

Course not.

THEY LAUGH Well, I appreciate it.

What were you gonna say?

I just...

I just wanted to say sorry
that things haven't turned out

- the way that you wanted.
- Oh, come on.

No, I wanted this place to feel like
home for all of you, you know.

I know, it's just... It's complicated.

- We always knew that it was gonna be.
- I know, I know.

I just don't know
if we could have done any different

cos we spoke about it, we planned it.

I think it'll just take time.
It'll take him time to settle in.

Yeah, I know, but it's not...

It's not just Conor, though, is it?

Look, I know
you can't talk about work...

- Oh, Chris...
- No, but I want you to know

that I'm here for you.
And I know it's not like it was

in the past with Guy
cos he was in the job...

What? What's Guy have to do with it?

If you want to speak to somebody,
I'm here for you.

Well, I don't. OK?

OK. All right.

It's just, it's not just you
that it affects though, is it?

Oh, fucking hell, Chris.

No, just...
I know what happened in the past.

- Will you just leave it? Jesus!
- So you're just gonna shut me down?

So there's going to be this
whole other half of your life

you can't talk about? Cos I
don't know what to do with that,

I don't know how
I'm supposed to help you.

I don't need your help!
I'm not a problem to be fixed.

All right, all right.

I'm sorry that I...
I'm sorry I brought it up.

Yeah, well maybe we made a mistake.
Maybe we rushed into things.

You mean moving in here, or...?

I don't know.

Maybe we need to take some time.

If that's what you want.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think that would be best.

All right.

Where are you going?

Chris?

Oi! Sir! Sir!

'This is DS Clarke
from West Lancashire Police.

'Can you give me a call on 0152...'

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