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Oh, that is sweet. Oh! No, no,
no. Now they're fighting back.

- Now they're fighting back!
- In your dreams.

He's caught the entire
midfield, standing still, flat footed.

- What you got, what you got?
- What were they thinking?

Yeah. Oh!

Now that was
sweet. Get us a beer.

Go on then.

Hey, can I borrow your car?

Why?

Gotta meet someone.

What, now? I thought we
were going to go to the pub.

Sorry, little bro. I've
got some business.

- Keys?
- Yeah.

Fill her up while
you're at it, yeah?

In a bit.

Bang on time.

Like it.

Not so sure about
this place, though.

- Morning.
- Morning, boss.

Thanks.

Morning, Helen.
What we looking at?

Morning.

Unidentified male.
Probably in his twenties.

No wallet, no phone,
no nothing, I'm afraid.

Someone bashed his head in.

They really went
to town, didn't they?

Ken, murder weapon?

We're doing a fingertip
search, boss. Nothing yet.

Who found him?

Kyle Finn. He's seventeen. Came
here this morning to pay his respects.

A friend of his
killed herself here.

- Sian.
- Yeah.

Sian Haddon.

She hanged herself
about six months ago.

Where is he now?

Gone back to the station to be
swabbed and hand in his clothes.

We can talk to him later.
He's pretty cut up, apparently.

This all smells of petrol.

There's a car in the car park.

From the tire tracks,
it's been there all night.

Could be the victim's.

Registered to?

Nathan Horsley.
Lives in Holbeck.

What's he doing here?

You seen the bank manager?

No, why?

You're looking very
sharp these days.

Well, nice to make an effort.

- Yes?
- We're looking for a Nathan Horsley.

That's me.

Mr. Horsley, do you
know where your car is?

No, I lent it to my brother.

Why? Has he done
something stupid?

Can I help?

I'm DI Morton. This is DC
Blackstone. We're here to see Kyle.

Is it about this morning?

Yeah.

You'd better come inside.

I don't understand.
I mean, the woods?

What was he doing out there?

We were hoping you
might be able to tell us.

There was some
sort of shrine there.

Someone named Sian Haddon.

Does that mean anything?

- No.
- And you have no idea

who Damon was
meeting last night?

No. Only that he
got a text message.

And then he said
he had to go out.

And did he often go out
like that? Without warning?

I suppose so.

What did you do?

Er, just watched TV
and then fell asleep.

And you didn't
speak to him again?

We're gonna need to take some things away.
Paperwork, bank statements, his computer.

Help yourself.

He didn't have a computer, though.
He just used his phone for everything.

- Where did he work?
- He didn't. He was unemployed.

- And you got on well, the two of you?
- He was my big brother, you know?

He always looked out for me.

For the last few months, he let
me stay here, while I get on my feet.

I don't know what
I'm gonna do now.

I wanted to go
there first thing.

Lay some flowers.

It's Sian's birthday today,
you see. Her eighteenth.

A lot of the kids go there.

They leave cards and
messages and objects.

It's a comfort.

And when you found the
body, what did you do?

I mean, at first I thought it
was someone sleeping rough.

Some tramp.

I was annoyed because it's
Sian's. You know, it's special to Sian.

So, I went over to wake
him up and tell him to...

go somewhere else and...

then I saw his head.

It's okay.

I ran.

I just wanted to get away.

So, you touched the body?

Yes.

That's great!

He's just given himself an excuse
for having blood on his clothes.

Yes, that's a bit
of luck, isn't it?

We need to look at
Damon Horsley's finances.

Did you see the
size of that tele?

You don't pay for that
just living on benefits.

Exactly.

Oi!

That was my coffee.

Sorry about that.

Sorry about that...

Erm, and... And I'll
get you another one?

Sir.

Oh!

Sir.

Erm, only can it wait?
I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Clearly.

Damon Horsley.
Twenty-four, unemployed.

Now, last night, for
reasons we don't yet know,

he went to a clearing deep
in the Attermore woods,

and that's where he was killed,
somewhere between 6:00 and 10:00 p.m.

His wallet, watch
and phone were taken.

So, what, this was a robbery?

Well it's not very likely.
It's the middle of nowhere.

But there was
petrol on the ground,

so it's possible the killer
was gonna burn the body.

- So why didn't they?
- Maybe they got interrupted.

Ran off before
they set it alight.

And he died near where a
Sian Haddon hanged herself,

about six months ago.

And is that significant?
Maybe Horsley knew her?

Well, there could be a connection.
He wasn't there by accident.

You know, it could just be
some nutter in the woods.

Could be. Which is why I want you
to look into any unresolved crimes,

murders, assaults, complaints,
see if there are any similarities.

Maybe this is part of a pattern.

Meanwhile, we know
what time he left his flat.

We can make an educated guess
at what time he arrived at the woods.

So, CCTV. Did he stop anywhere?
Pick anyone up? Okay. That's it.

Everyone?

I'd like to introduce you to the
newest member of our team.

This is DC Vince Grady.

Comes to us with glowing references
and an impressive conviction rate,

which is the hallmark
of good, solid coppering.

And I know from personal experience
you'll all make him feel very welcome.

Right.

- Welcome.
- Hello.

Shall I get you that
coffee now, Gov?

Oh, I think there's gonna
be plenty of time for that.

DC Blackstone here will
take you under his wing.

And I prefer boss.

You, er, ready for the
heady delights of Records?

Just wind me up and point
me in the right direction.

Multiple wounds, leading
to massive head trauma.

Any idea of the weapon?

From the size of the wounds
and the nature of the fractures,

I'd say something like a hammer.

The first blow was here, on the
side, just above the temporal bone.

No defensive wounds, interestingly.
Nothing to the arms and the hands.

He was attacked from behind.

Wasn't enough to kill, though.

It will have incapacitated him.

This one here's the killer.

And what about the others?

Delivered post-mortem.

They just kept battering
away, even after he was dead?

This was a frenzied attack.

And I'm assuming the killer,
they'd have blood on them, too?

Almost certainly.

Up close and personal like that.

Hard to avoid.

I've traced Sian Haddon's father.
He's got a farm out near Potterton.

Well, let's see
what he has to say.

Something else?

Erm...

Well, it's... It's just...

I'm thinking of
putting in for DCI.

Really?

Yeah.

I thought I'd apply.

Well, that's...

certainly an option.

Annie?

Horsley's bank statements.

A monthly payment to
Lassiter Moorings Limited.

They have sites all up at
the Leeds Liverpool Canal.

Damon Horsley was
paying a mooring fee?

Because Damon
Horsley had a barge.

This one.

Ken.

Boss.

Gross!

So, he didn't do
everything on his phone.

How does someone on the
dole afford a shiny new computer?

What's that rope attached to?

Pills. Lots of them.

I reckon that's how he
afforded his shiny new computer.

Weed.

There's tonnes of the stuff.

Let's see if his brother
knows anything about this.

Nathan?

Nathan?

Nath! Nath!

Put it down!
Nathan, put it down!

He just started
pulling the place apart.

It's all right.

Take your time, have
a little drink of water.

He just steamed in
and he was yelling,

you know, "Where's Damon?
What did he do with the money?"

What money?

He said that Damon owed him 30K.

Damon owed £30,000?

- That's what he said.
- Had you ever seen him before?

Never.

I was telling him I didn't
have it, it wasn't here.

And then what happened?

He went into the toilet.

And he came out and he
had this bag filled with money.

It turns out Damon had a
hiding place in the bathroom.

Do you mind if I
have a quick look?

Well done.

You'll probably end up coming
to the station with us. Do you...

What are you doing?

Erm, Mr. Haddon?

Yeah.

I'm DI Morton.

I'm here to talk
to you about Sian.

Boss, what was Horsley dealing?

Weed, mostly. Few
other bits and pieces.

E's, prescription
drugs, things like that.

What about his brother, Nathan? Do
you think he knew about the money?

Says not. But he could be lying.

Maybe he faked the whole thing.

Killed his brother, took the money
and staged the whole break-in.

Why would he do that?

Yeah, and if no-one knew about
the money why draw attention to it?

No, I think Nathan
was telling the truth.

Which means Damon Horsley
owed someone £30,000.

Sounds like motive to me.

Did Sian ever mention
a Damon Horsley to you?

No. Why?

He was murdered last night.

What's it to do with Sian?

He was found at her shrine.

That bloody place.

Could he have been a
friend or a boyfriend maybe?

Possible.

We didn't talk
about things like that.

After her mum died, Sian just...

went into herself.

The school helped a bit.

Well, they arranged for her to
see someone. You know, to talk.

Like a therapist?

A counsellor.

For a while I thought it
was doing Sian some good.

On the last day, she...

She kissed me and said
she loved me, which...

she didn't do usually.

That should've...

I was away most of the day.

When I got back...

she'd left a note
on the kitchen table.

"I'm sorry, but it's too hard."

We used to go to those
woods to walk the dog. All of us.

Sian loved it.

Running around...

climbing trees.

Aye, she was
always good at that.

You know your operating system
is about four years out of date?

Is that bad?

In computer years it is.

Don't you automatically update?

Only the important things.

Will I see you later?

Can I call you? I don't know
how late I'm gonna be here.

Anytime.

I'll come over and cook.

Update, okay? Not
everything new is bad.

We've got a positive ID on
the print from Horsley's flat.

A Charles Franklin.

He's got an ABH conviction,
but as a juvenile. Nothing recent.

Charlie Franklin, I know him.

He bangs heads
for Steve Richards.

Who's Steve Richards?

Officially, a property developer,
friend of judges, Councillors and MPs.

Unofficially, he's involved
in prostitution, drugs,

protection rackets, money
laundering, the works.

So you think Charlie Franklin was
collecting money Horsley owed Richards?

Let's go and find out.

I haven't been able to link
Sian Haddon to Horsley yet,

but her school recommended
she see a counsellor

to help her deal
with her mum's death.

- Do we have a name?
- Yeah.

Alice Finn, Kyle's mother. I'm
gonna find out what she knows.

I think Kyle and Sian
had a lot in common.

They both lost a parent.

Oh, Kyle's father died?

As good as. He left us.

Divorced me and
started a new family.

In Dubai.

We never see him.

That must've been hard for you.

Well, men do that.

Not always.

Not always.

Still, you get
over it. But Kyle...

Well...

I dunno, he really feels things.

Losing Sian was hard.

And she was a
patient for how long?

Three months-ish.

Wasn't it difficult that
she was Kyle's friend?

No, she was happy to see me.

I'd never ask anyone to do something
they weren't comfortable with.

Did she ever mention the
murder victim, Damon Horsley?

I'm sorry.

Patient confidentiality,
I can't really...

But in circumstances
like this, it is discretionary.

Sian's issues were mostly
at home, to be honest.

With her father?

Look, she smoked a bit of
marijuana, like a lot of teenagers.

She did mention Damon Horsley, I
think he got her the drugs sometimes.

Hmm.

Did her father know that?

Yeah and he didn't approve.

Sian said he, erm...

had problems.

But you can't always trust
what a teenager says, can you?

Do you know what
sort of problems?

With his temper.

That's Franklin's car.

That's him!

Annie, with me!

Once more, round the park?

Look what we found in
the boot of your car, Charlie.

That's the money you
stole from Damon Horsley.

I didn't steal it. He owed it.

Thirty thousand quid?

That's a lot.

Who did he owe it
to? Steven Richards?

No comment.

Someone killed Damon
Horsley last night.

Where were you?

I was playing snooker.

All night?

Until about one.

Look...

if someone owes you
money, you scare 'em.

You make sure they pay.

You don't kill 'em.

We can't hold him. Check
his alibi for last night,

charge him with criminal
damage and get him bailed.

He's got a point, though.
Why would Richards kill,

or have someone killed,
before he got his money back?

It doesn't make sense.

Let's go and ask him.

Damon Horsley?

I wish I could help you, but
I've never heard of this guy.

Even though he owed you money?

Who says he owed me money?

You sent Charlie
Franklin to collect it.

I don't believe I did.

Did Charlie say that?

No, I didn't think so.

Look, Charlie does jobs
for all sorts of people.

Perhaps you should
question him again?

Were you Horsley's supplier?

Is that how he came
to owe you £30 000?

Course not, that would be
illegal and I'm not a criminal.

You got all this
through hard graft.

I'm a businessman, I made
some smart investments.

You know, you can do just about
anything with hard work and...

a little bit of luck.

Can I ask you where
you were last night?

If you like. I was home.

With my wife, Tamsin.

So, er...

yep!

So, if you, er, want corroboration
for my whereabouts last night,

now's your chance.

My wife, Tamsin. Daughter, Kat.

DCI Banks.

DS Cabbot.

Your husband tells us he
was here with you last night.

That's right.

Kat, I saw you today, near
Damon Horsley's barge.

I dunno who
you're talking about.

On the towpath, near the canal?

Yeah, I like it down there.

If that's everything...

For now.

You really want it
to be him, don't you?

Why?

Years ago, I was working on
a case, it was a double murder.

Two blokes shot gunned in a
Range Rover parked up on the moors.

Had all the hallmarks of a hit.

We made the case against
Richards and it was solid.

And it went to Court and a
jury decided he was not guilty.

You think he got to them?

We couldn't prove anything.

Since then, we haven't been able to
get Richards anywhere near a Courtroom.

So, yes, I want Steven
Richards behind bars.

And I want it to be
me who puts him there.

Forensic results are back
on Kyle Finn's clothing.

The blood matches
Damon Horsley's.

Any pointers to
how it got there?

It's inconclusive. It might
be from moving the body,

it might be consistent
with an attack.

No-one's prepared
to commit either way.

Thanks, Helen.

- Good night.
- Night.

Straight home?

Yeah. Night.

I was thinking, you and Jess...

why don't we get
together? The four of us.

Go somewhere nice for dinner.

- Think so?
- Yeah, it would be silly not to.

You're with her, I'm with David, we're
all grown-ups, we've all moved on.

Yeah, all right, well, you and
David come over to mine, I'll cook.

- Please, don't.
- It's no trouble.

That's not what I meant.

Erm...

Well, still come over...

Jess can cook.

Day after tomorrow,
but the night.

I'd like that.

Night.

Night, Annie.

Yeah. Charlie
Franklin was in here.

- All night?
- As far as I know.

Ask around, most of the
guys were here last night.

Between them, they'll
vouch for Charlie.

What about CCTV?

One, pointing at the till.

What, is that it?

It's not the punters
I'm worried about.

It's the poxy
staff, taking a dip.

Thanks.

Prefer a pub.

Bit of noise, game of pool.

Yeah, I can see that.

The tables are
smaller, for a start.

So?

I reckon you'd run out of
puff around a bigger one.

I'm sorry to put all this on
you, but, you know, Annie hinted

rather heavily that she wouldn't
come round here again if I was cooking.

Yeah, fine.

Are you all right?

Yeah!

Oh, hey, if you're worried about
Annie coming over this week,

there's no need.

I've had a job offer.

It's more responsibility
and better money.

What's not to like?

It's in Glasgow.

So?

When do you have
to let them know?

By the end of the week, ideally.

Something to think about, eh?

Yeah.

We found it this morning
on Damon Horsley's laptop.

He'd deleted it, but we were able
to retrieve it from his hard drive.

That's Kat Richards.

So she was
sleeping with Horsley.

Bring her in.

And this proves what, exactly?

That your client was having a
relationship with Damon Horsley.

Hardly a crime.

No, but lying to the police is!

So, why did you say
you didn't know Horsley?

Kat?

Kat?

It's pretty. Is it pierced?

Er, yeah.

I was never brave enough
to get the cartilage pierced.

Strictly lobes, me.

It's fine, it doesn't hurt.

Much as I'm enjoying this...

This situation, Kat, you have
to see it from our point of view.

You weren't straight with us.

When that happens, when
we're investigating a murder,

it makes us suspicious.

Just tell the truth.

Okay?

Okay.

So, why did you tell
us you didn't know him?

I didn't...

want Dad to know.

Where were you the night
Damon Horsley was killed?

- What?
- Oh, come on, my client...

Your client was involved with the
victim, then she denied knowing him!

And she's explained why.

And at the very least...

needs to be eliminated from
our inquiries. So, where were you?

- I was out.
- Where?

Just wandering around town.

- Did you meet up with anyone?
- No-one.

- So no-one can corroborate this?
- No.

I'm sorry.

DCI Banks.

I'd say that was a new low.

This from Steven
Richards' lawyer.

- She's a vulnerable child.
- Then you'd better take her home.

You know, maybe just owing
Richards money wasn't enough motive,

but if Richards then found out

- Horsley was sleeping with his daughter.
- Yeah.

Is there much more?

We know Charlie
Franklin was there.

We've got six punters with eyes
on him at some point all evening.

What, and that makes it kosher?

Yeah, I'm just saying.

What's the matter?

Getting bored of good, solid coppering?
I thought that's what you were good at.

Yeah, I just don't think
it's the best use of our time.

I wanna be out there, on the
streets. That's where the answers are.

Look at this.

Charlie Franklin's
finished his pint.

Big deal.

Look where he's going.

Brendon Haddon, Sian's dad,
was arrested eighteen months ago.

- For what?
- Assault.

He took a swing at some lad
who worked in a coffee shop.

Reckoned he was selling
weed to the kids as a side line.

It's something, I suppose.

And forensics are back on the
soil samples we took at the scene

and they found recent
traces of poultry Coccidia.

It's a parasite found in
the feces of chickens.

Charming.

So, you think Brendon
was at the scene?

Tramping chicken
shit all over the site.

How recently?

Well, after it last rained, so,
no more than 24 hours ago.

We can put him at the scene the
same day Damon Horsley was murdered.

We'd better go and
speak to him then.

Yeah, I went after him.

Sian was getting that
stuff from someone.

Just not the man you attacked.

As it turned out.

Did you know Damon
Horsley sold to Sian?

No, I...

We know you were at the
shrine the night Horsley died.

So?

Well, last time I was
here, you said you hated it.

So, what were you doing there?

Did you blame Horsley
for Sian's death?

- Is that why you met him at her shrine?
- I didn't.

Then why were you there?

That place...

it's where Sian's life ended.

Hers and mine.

But what happened,
happened to us.

It's ours.

And they've turned
it into a funfair.

Cheap flowers.

Stupid messages.

It's all about them...

it's nothing to do with her.

It was my baby girl's birthday.

I decided to...

wipe that thing
out once and for all.

I went there to burn it.

I poured petrol over it.

But when it came to it, I...

I couldn't do it.

He knew about the petrol.

We didn't make that public,
so how could he have known?

Unless he killed Horsley and
was planning to burn the body

like we originally thought.

What, and burning the
shrine was just a story?

What, do you think
he's that clever?

I don't know.

Where now?

There.

I think Brendon
Haddon's telling the truth.

Some of the cards on the
shrine were covered in plastic...

- Yes.
- Right?

So, I've just
spoken to forensics.

Here's Horsley's blood,
where it dried, yeah?

But underneath it...

Petrol.

Poured over the shrine
before the murder.

So, if Haddon was the killer,
and he'd wanted to burn the body,

the blood would've
been there first.

So, you know what
this means, don't you?

Yeah, Haddon's lucky
I'm paying attention.

- And we're back to square one.
- Mm.

- It's nice work though Helen, well done.
- Thanks.

Boss, Richards wasn't at home
the night Horsley was killed.

He lied.

Boss.

I found this.

CCTV footage of Charlie Franklin
on the night of Horsley's murder.

And look who he's going to meet.

Steven Richards.

And that's his alibi blown.

- Thanks for coming, Rob.
- Good to see you.

Are you all right
for drinks, guys?

- Hi, how are you?
- Cheers.

- Good to see you again.
- Good to see you too.

How much longer? My
smile muscles are aching.

As long as it takes. So
make nice. We're this close.

That's my invite.

- Are you kidding me?
- Steven Richards,

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Damon Horsley.

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.

You really wanna do this?

For a very long time.

Take a good look at
the time and the date.

You told me you were
at home all that evening.

This proves otherwise.

Mm, so it does.

- Where did you go?
- I had some business to attend to.

Mr. Nadir, would you
please instruct your client,

that it's in his best interests to
answer all our questions fully.

You do know I
can hear you, right?

You're so angry.

Yeah, you've got
this great lump of...

Of anger right here.

It can't do you any good.

Damon Horsley owed you a lot of money
and he was sleeping with your daughter.

And you lied about your
whereabouts the night of his murder.

Even if this were the case, since
you have no physical evidence

and are, in fact,

unable to actually put my client
anywhere near the unfortunate Mr. Horsley,

all of this is just conjecture.

Which does not a case make.

That's quite an impressive development
you're trying to get off the ground.

Thank you.

Must have a lot riding on it.

Whole expensive,
time-consuming enterprise would

probably come crashing down if
you were to be charged with murder.

In fact, I bet all your
backers would just...

melt away.

You can't charge him.

You haven't got anything.

Of course, the charges could
subsequently be dropped,

but by then the damage
would've been done, wouldn't it?

So, where were you?

Who were you meeting?

All right, erm...

What we're gonna do now...

is put you in a cell...

while we investigate further,

decide whether or not
we're gonna charge you.

And now, this big lump of anger,

is telling you this
interview's over.

Shh, shh, shh.

Oh, still got it.

Can I see him?

Fine.

They're keeping him locked up.

Do you understand
what you've done?

It's not my fault.

If you hadn't lied to the
police about Horsley...

Oh, my god!

They wouldn't be going
after your dad now.

Oh, that's right,

'cos there's nothing else
they could get him on, is there?

- Don't be clever with me, Kat.
- You're as bad as each other.

- Where are you going?
- Out.

Kat!

Kat!

- Kat!
- I'm going into town.

Is that from Horsley's barge?

Yeah. I wondered if
we missed something.

Something to link
him to Richards.

Ken, when was that video
of Kat Richards taken?

Created on the 24th.

Helen, I just wanted to say,

if you wanna go for DCI,
then hell yes, you should.

You know I don't need
your permission, don't you?

I'm aware of that.

Good. 'Cause I put my application
in about half an hour ago.

Great.

So I'll be needing you
to write me a reference.

Of course.

We need to speak to Kat again.

- Why?
- That video of her was shot on the 24th.

- And?
- This is from a boarding pass.

Horsley tore it up to use
as a roach. Look at the date.

Damon Horsley was in
Amsterdam on the 24th.

Whoever took that video of
Kat Richards, it wasn't him.

I need your help.

Hey, mate, have
you got any weed?

- You must be able to sort us a bag.
- Just get lost, will ya?

Chill out, man.

We need to speak to your
daughter, please, Mrs. Richards.

- She's not in.
- Do you know where she is?

No.

Can you try
calling her, please...

we really need to speak to her.

Why? What's she done?

Banks.

Okay. Thank you.

Something happened?

We may have found your
daughter, Mrs. Richards.

Two suicides and one murder.

This place should come
with a health warning.

How long?

Preliminary examination suggests
she's been dead less than two hours.

And she left this.

A suicide note?

Confessing to Damon
Horsley's murder.

Get it verified, please.

Anyone told Richards?

Not yet.

She's not wearing her ear cuff.

What now?

Mr. Richards, a few hours ago
your daughter was found in the woods

where Damon Horsley was killed.

I'm afraid she's dead.

No, that's not...

It looks as though she
may have taken her own life.

You're lying.

- You're lying.
- Your wife has been informed.

Kat wouldn't do that.
She wouldn't do that.

I'm sorry.

I want you to go. Go, please.

Pending further enquiries, you'll
be bailed to return in three weeks.

The duty Sergeant here
will arrange everything.

We will need you to make a
formal identification of the body.

Just go.

She had a necklace.

With a K.

I gave it to her
for her sixteenth.

I'd like it back.

We can't release
anything just yet,

I'm afraid.

I'm sorry.

We don't want your sympathy.

According to Tamsin Richards,
they had a row, Kat stormed off.

And that was the
last time she saw her.

So, where did she
go? Who did she see?

How come she ended
up in the woods?

Contact all the cab companies.

Well, there's a bus stop
about half a mile from there.

Maybe she took a bus.

Well, what about her phone?

It was in her pocket,
but the battery's flat.

We're trying to unlock it now.

So, she kills Damon
Horsley 'cos, I dunno,

maybe they were in a
relationship, he finds the tape...

He was gonna dump her then
she's overcome with grief and guilt,

and returns to the scene of
the crime and tops herself.

Case closed.

Except Kat Richards'
confession alone

isn't enough to close the
book on the Horsley murder.

Why suicide?

Did she even show any
signs of suicidal tendencies?

What sites did she
visit online? Any forums?

What about messages she may
have posted on social media?

Until we know more, the
Horsley case remains open

and we treat Kat Richards'
death as suspicious!

Do you have kids?

A little girl.

How old?

Nearly four.

Kat used to collect plasters.

Every plaster she ever used...

we stuck to that shelf.

There's dozens of them...

all the Disney Princesses,
hanging there, like trophies.

She was so proud of them.

I can't do it.

Not twice. Not...

Not two children.

The report's in from
the Forensic Linguist.

- On the suicide note?
- Mm.

Handwriting comparisons
prove Kat Richards wrote it.

And apparently it has many of the
markers characteristic of a genuine note.

Such as?

Well, it says she uses active
verbs such as "do", "get" and "give".

And here, "Don't feel too bad, it's
not your fault. I hope you understand."

So she's accepted
she's going to die

and she hopes others will
enjoy their life after she's gone.

And that makes it genuine?

Well, according to this, but it's
all a bit woolly, though, isn't it?

Think I prefer real forensics.

If you're gonna be a DCI...

you have to take all
the help you can get.

Oh, have you had a

- chance to do my reference?
- Not yet.

Yeah, it's just the Board
wants it as soon as possible.

I'll get to it.

And I want your honest opinion.

- Warts and all.
- Really?

Well, there's no point
otherwise, is there?

Oh, absolutely.

Kat loved her little brother.

He would've been ten now.

Jack...

after Steve's dad.

He wasn't a sickly baby,
or anything like that.

There was nothing, no warning.

Eighteen months.

Steve found him in the
morning, when he got up.

And we drove to A&E...

but I knew.

I knew when they
crowded round him...

this...

scrap on the table.

No coffin should be that small.

And now I have to...

I can't do it. I can't.

Did Kat have a best friend?

Anyone she could confide in?

Not since Sian.

She went through a bad
patch a few months ago.

Just teenage stuff.

What sort of stuff?

It was a phase.

She cut herself a few times...

and I got her to see someone...

and she got over it.

She saw someone?

A Counsellor.

Alice.

Alice Finn.

Kat Richards was a
patient of Alice Finn.

What, just like Sian Haddon?

Yeah, she stopped seeing
her a couple of months ago,

so I don't know how
much she'll know.

Still, two patients,
two suicides.

- Coincidence?
- Or a crap therapist.

Yeah, I'll speak to her
again in the morning.

Thanks, Helen.

So, I spoke to David. We're all
set, eight o'clock tomorrow night.

Yes, looking forward to it.

Yeah. Me, too.

Yeah.

I found significant amounts of a
benzodiazepine in her stomach.

Enough to kill?

Certainly.

Especially since she'd also
been smoking marijuana.

And she definitely
took the pills herself?

There's no sign of
bruising round the jaw.

No evidence of a struggle
or of her being force-fed.

So, yes, I'd say the pills
were self-administered.

All right, thanks, doc.

But she didn't take
them where she died.

What?

I had the bottle of water
found beside her analyzed.

And there were traces of
chloride, sulfate and aluminium.

All of which are
found in that brand.

So?

None of those elements
were in her stomach.

Two different types of water?

Whatever she washed
the pills down with,

it wasn't the water in
the bottle beside her.

So she took them somewhere else?

Someone drove her to the shrine
and then went to a lot of trouble

to make it look like
she'd taken the pills there.

Why?

Kat Richards was a
patient for a while, yeah.

She was only seeing me
on sufferance, I'm afraid.

It wasn't her choice.

It was her mother's
idea, I believe.

She was worried.

She thought Kat had an unhealthy
interest in death and misery.

Had she?

There was some self-harm.
That's quite common.

But with Kat it
was more. It was...

She was into that sort of, erm,

fashionable nihilism that
attracts some teenagers.

You didn't take it seriously?

I took it very seriously.

That kind of thinking, if taken
to extremes, can lead to...

regrettable outcomes.

Oh, hello, Kyle.

Hello.

I'm... I'm just going to
college. I'll see you later, Mum.

Okay.

So, you didn't see
Kat for long, you said.

A few weeks. I mostly deal in
short term solutions to problems.

Strategies for coping,
that sort of thing.

There wasn't really
much I could do to help.

Why not?

With Kat, it was a
point of view, a choice.

She thought life was absurd,
a sort of sick cosmic joke.

I couldn't help her because she
didn't believe there was anything wrong.

So, Kat killing herself
didn't surprise you?

No. Sadly.

See, if life's a joke, then...

ending it's no big deal.

What about taking
someone else's?

What do you mean?

Damon Horsley's, for instance.

- Are you saying that... That Kat...
- Please, just answer the question.

No. That isn't possible.

When was the last
time you saw Kat?

A while ago.

Our last appointment's
six weeks ago.

She didn't come again,
said it was a waste of time.

She took a cab
to Horsley's flat.

That's all I know.

And you didn't see anyone leave?

She must've gone out the back.

You mean you screwed up.

I... I'm very sorry.

Yeah, I know you are, Charlie.

Why did she go there?

She knows... Knew
the brother, too.

- Does he deal as well?
- I... I don't know.

Does he deal as well?

What else did Damon
Horsley push apart from weed?

A little meth. Some molly.

Prescription drugs?

Sometimes.

You know, all last night
I was asking myself,

where did she get those drugs
from, because whoever it was,

that piece of shit as
good as killed my girl.

Well, now I know.

Damon Horsley's brother.

I want him dealt with.

Oh.

- Sir.
- Colin.

Colin, please, we're...
We're not on duty now.

I thought you might find it
useful to get a few pointers.

For when you sit the DCI Board.

You brought wine.

Yeah well...

makes it feel a little
less like homework.

Er...

Well, we won't get
very much done if I'm...

standing outside, will we?

No.

So he got his trousers down
from the tree, put them back on

and then he's off. He's
going as fast as he can,

trying to get away from us.

And Alan's trying to catch up.

Trying? I was like a gazelle.

A very slow
gazelle in a raincoat.

It's not all about speed.

Just as well, he
left you standing.

So, we drove to
back to his house.

We thought we'll just
wait for him to come home.

And he does, half an hour
later. He seemed surprised.

Alan read him his rights.

Slowly, because you were
still trying to catch your breath.

Why do you do it?

What?

Why are you a copper?

- David!
- I mean, the people you meet.

Misery and pain every day.

Why do you do it?

One of life's
prefects, I suppose.

Can't be that.

Plus the free coffee is
really good! I like that.

It's because of the team.

You do it because you like being
part of something bigger than yourself.

Knowing that all of us around you,
without exception, have got your back.

As you have ours.

You do it because you believe that if
you kill someone there are consequences.

That we all need protecting,
sometimes from those who

love us the most.

And there is such a thing
as order and retribution.

- Plus, you like the coffee.
- Yeah.

Okay. All right.

If you take on the role of DCI,

then you also have to
take on the bigger picture.

They're gonna
be looking for that.

Bigger picture.

You have to take into account
not only the risks involved,

but also the
costs, the benefits.

You need to ascertain
if what you're proposing

represents a proportionate
response to the given situation.

Good, yeah,
proportionate response.

You take a lot of notes.

Well, yeah, I just
like things to be clear.

So do I.

Oh, I'm fine, thanks.
In fact, I'm pretty tired.

What if we forgot
about the books?

No, I really would like to...

yeah, go turn in now.

And there's nothing I can
say to change your mind?

Even as your boss?

No.

I'll say good night then.

Yeah, probably best.

DI Morton.

- I'll see myself out.
- Yeah.

Boss?

Morning Helen.

Nathan Horsley's in
hospital. Hit and run.

Concussion, multiple fractures,
internal bleeding. The works.

He had surgery this morning.

- An accident?
- Doesn't look like it.

Tyre marks show no sign of
braking, no attempts to swerve.

I'd say it was deliberate.

When do we get to interview him?

- A few hours.
- Any witnesses?

Well, no-one saw him being hit,

but we do have an eye-witness
that saw a white Astra driving...

"like a dick", near the
scene at about the right time.

Did they get a
look at the driver?

No, but we're checking
CCTV in the area.

Number plate?

Well, they said there might've
been a, "a P or an F and a six".

We've got reports of a torched vehicle
over in East End Park. A white Astra.

It was reported stolen
yesterday evening.

A passenger on a train saw it go up
in flames and called the fire brigade.

Bit of luck.

Yeah, which means they were able to put it
out before the car was totally destroyed.

Well, if whoever did this
was planning to torch the car

maybe they weren't quite so
careful about leaving traces behind.

IT got into Kat's phone,
they found these on there.

They were taken a few
weeks before Sian killed herself.

Look, Sian Haddon wore an ear
cuff, Kat Richards had the same one.

She only started
wearing it after Sian died.

You think it means something?

Maybe.

I don't know, maybe
she just liked the design.

Horsley's hit-and-run driver ditched
his baseball cap in the back seat.

Obviously reckoned it'd
go up in flames, only it didn't.

We got three
hairs from the band.

- And a match?
- Charles Franklin.

Hit and run, Charlie.

Attempted murder.

Why did you try and
kill Nathan Horsley?

No comment.

Kat Richards had traces
of marijuana in her body.

- Did she get it from him?
- How would I know?

Damon Horsley dealt
prescription drugs.

So I'm wondering if Kat Richards
maybe got those sleeping pills

from his brother, Nathan.

And if I'm wondering
that, so is Steven Richards.

You see, I don't think you woke up
yesterday morning, Charlie, and decided,

"I must try and kill
Nathan Horsley."

I think Steven Richards
told you to do it.

Only you didn't do a
very good job, did you?

You left the
baseball cap behind.

Careless.

So, now, here we all are, and
you're looking at some serious time.

So you may as well tell
us, who put you up to it?

Was it Richards?

My client has said
all he's gonna say.

So far, your client
has said nothing at all.

Either charge him with taking a
vehicle without the owner's consent,

or let him go.

Theft?

He stole the car, he waited for Horsley
and then he drove it straight at him!

You need to cooperate
with us, Charlie.

Be clever.

You can only prove my client was
in the car. Which we will admit to.

He took the car, he drove it around,
he abandoned it a few hours later,

along with the baseball cap.

Someone else must've stolen it,

and they're the ones who ran
over the unfortunate Mr. Horsley.

Seriously?

Can you prove otherwise?

Kat Richards didn't
kill Damon Horsley.

We've got CCTV from a bus
on the night of Horsley's murder.

And?

There she is.

Look and she's ten miles
away from the murder scene.

When does she get off?

Well, she stays on there for a
couple of hours. Like she's in a dream.

Why confess to a crime
that she didn't commit?

Maybe she was made to by
the person who really did it.

Did you see who
was driving the car?

- No.
- Could it have been the same man

who trashed your flat
after Damon was killed?

I don't know.

- Although...
- What?

He was outside my
flat the night Kat died.

She said that he'd
followed her there.

She was pretty freaked out.

So, Kat was with you?

I made her a cup of tea.

We chatted a bit, smoked,
that seemed to do the trick.

And then what?

Then she used my
phone to call a cab.

Why?

Her battery was knackered.

And that was the
last time you saw her?

Do you know where she went?

No.

But she said she was
going to meet someone.

I don't know who.

We have to find out
where she went next.

We'll take a look at
Horsley's phone records.

Find out which
cab firm she called.

I've been looking over Kat
Richards' forensics report.

There were no minerals in
the water found in her stomach.

No potassium,
no salt, no nothing.

Meaning?

Meaning it wasn't
bog-standard tap water.

Wherever Kat took the pills,
there must've been a filter system.

Boss?

Hundreds of messages were left on
Kat Richards's social media pages.

And the same phrases
crop up on each.

Kind of weird stuff. Look.

"Without feet I can
make my way to you."

Yeah, and this one, look.

"I'll feel you burn in
every drop of my blood."

Who posted these?

Two different accounts.

They're both registered
to the same person.

It's Kyle Finn.

And I... I also spoke to the
cab firm that Kat Richards called

from Nathan Horsley's.

They confirmed they picked her up
and dropped her off at that address.

She went to Kyle Finn's house?

The boy who was
stalking her online

and a few hours later,
she fetches up dead.

"I'll feel you burn in
every drop of my blood."

You sent that message
to Kat Richards, didn't you?

Answer the question, darling.

Just be truthful.

Yes.

In fact, you sent a total of...

223 messages to Kat.

If you say so.

Were you in love with her, Kyle?

Yes.

But she didn't love
you back, did she?

She even blocked
you a couple of times.

Not that she knew who
you were, of course.

Just someone who left these,
erm, well, slightly creepy messages.

They weren't creepy.

It must've hurt...

loving her from a
distance and being so...

invisible.

We know Kat was seeing someone.

Did you think it was
Damon Horsley, Kyle?

- Were you jealous?
- No.

Loving her...

all the time thinking about
her being with someone else.

I don't understand.

Are you suggesting that Kyle
had something to do with his death?

We're just trying to
find out what happened.

That's absurd.

Please, Mrs. Finn, as
an Appropriate Adult,

you're here to
observe, not take part.

But Kyle was the one
that discovered the body.

Which explains why he had
Damon Horsley's blood on his clothes.

Convenient, isn't it, Kyle?

You see, Kyle, we know that Kat
Richards was at your house that night.

But what we need to know now

is what happened in the hours
between her arriving and when she died.

Did she confront you with
Damon Horsley's murder?

Is that why she
had to be silenced?

You need to tell them, Kyle.

Tell them what happened
when Kat came to the house.

Tell them.

Okay? Come here. It's
okay. We will work this out.

I promise.

Trust me.

Oh, God, I can't.

- I can't. I'm sorry, I can't.
- Yes. Shh, shh, shh.

I can't.

Anything?

Well, an impressive
amount of pulses and beans.

Whatever else he is,
Kyle's nice and regular.

I've already checked in there.

The water found in Kat Richards's
stomach had no mineral content.

I was hoping to find
some sort of filter system.

I'll go and see where
the main supply comes in.

How was Kat when she arrived?

Erm, she was, er, really...

I mean, she was
all over the place.

She was distressed?

Yeah.

About what?

- I don't know.
- Come on, Kyle.

She said that she, er, wanted
me to drive her to Sian's shrine.

She said that's
where she had to go.

Did you know why?

No.

What about the pills?

She must've brought
them with her.

And the water?

I... I... I just drove her.

I had no idea what
she was going to do, I...

I promise.

Thanks, Kyle. That's
been really helpful.

Only, the thing is,
none of it's true...

is it?

This forensic analysis...

from the water filter
system at your home

and the water that was found
in Kat Richards' stomach.

They're the same.

Which proves she took
the pills at your house.

Which means everything
you have told us so far is a lie.

So, now we start again.

Only now, you don't waste my time
and you do not insult my intelligence!

- Mum?
- No!

Kyle, from now on,
you only look at me!

- You just look at me!
- Don't talk to him like that.

- Mum, I'm scared...
- Look at me!

- Don't let them bully you.
- Because I want the truth.

- I don't know!
- I want it now!

I wasn't there. It wasn't
me that Kat came to see.

It was Mum.

I found this ear
cuff in Alice's room.

We need to get it tested,

but seeing as we
didn't find it on the body,

I'd say the chances are
that this is Kat Richards'.

Boss.

Alice Finn cashed in her
savings three weeks ago.

- How much?
- Thirty grand.

The same amount Damon
Horsley had stashed away.

Blackmail?

Well, we know Horsley
didn't take the video of Kat.

Maybe Alice Finn did? And
he was using it against her.

And if she killed Horsley,
somewhere there'll be blood.

Vince? Alice Finn's house.

Go back. I want all her
clothes brought in for analysis.

And get forensics to check
her bins for bloodstains.

Ken, I want you to go
round the charity shops,

anywhere she may've
taken the clothes.

Maybe she tried to burn them. So check
for signs of fires, both inside and out.

And talk to Kyle, see
what he remembers.

We found this ear
cuff in your bedroom.

The DNA from it
matches Kat Richards.

Did you give it to her?

Sian wore a cuff that
was almost identical.

Did you have a relationship
with both of them?

They were your patients.

They were vulnerable kids.

Tell me about Sian.

I knew it was wrong.

I couldn't help it.

I never...

meant for it to happen.

After my marriage ended...

I was...

She made me happy.

Sian, killing herself, it
came out of the blue.

I never expected her to...

Aren't you trained to
notice things like that?

Not all suicides come
with advance warnings.

What about Kat Richards?
Any advance warnings there?

I should've done more.

She went to the bathroom...

that must be where
she took the pills.

God, I didn't know.

She begged me
to give her a lift.

So you took her to the woods?

I took her to a bus stop.

She...

She kissed me goodbye, erm,
she said she'd see me soon...

and that she loved me.

I'm sorry.

Okay?

I'm okay, thanks.

This is you, buying
a bottle of water

from a garage within
a mile of the woods.

And that's Kat.

Just a few minutes
away from death.

On the way to the woods, you
realized Kat didn't have any water.

She could hardly appear to
overdose at the shrine without any.

Why did Kat
Richards kill herself?

She was eaten up with
guilt for what she'd done.

You mean murdering
Damon Horsley?

She wanted to atone.

Except that she didn't kill him.

She was nowhere near
the woods when he died.

Why confess to a crime
that she didn't commit?

I really have no idea.

Was it your idea?

We found this on Damon
Horsley's computer.

Then why are you
showing it to me?

Was Damon Horsley
blackmailing you?

- No.
- Then why did you withdraw £30,000?

Damon Horsley found
out about you and Kat

and threatened
to blow the whistle.

No.

But I'm guessing, like most blackmailers,
he got greedy and came back for more.

- No. BANKS: So you
arranged to meet him

at Sian Haddon's shrine and
that's where you killed him.

No.

Right now, there are dozens of
officers going over your home,

your car. Real
fine-tooth comb stuff.

Your clothes, your shoes, your
soft furnishings, your surfaces,

anywhere that we might find
traces, however microscopic,

of Damon Horsley's blood.

Then you'll be disappointed.

According to Kyle, you went to the
tip the morning after Horsley's murder.

What of it?

What were you doing?

Just what most people are
doing when they go to the tip.

Getting rid of rubbish.

I never met Damon Horsley.

I don't know why
Kat did what she did.

This, what you're saying here...

never happened.

Helen, the CPS won't
go for a murder charge.

Even if we can prove blackmail,

we still can't put Alice
Finn anywhere near Horsley.

Here's your DCI reference.
I've tried to be fair.

Wow.

Too many warts?

No, it's about right, I'd say.

Thank you.

Boss? We've got something.

We got a CCTV from Alice
Finn's local recycle center.

That's her, the morning
after Damon Horsley's murder.

She heads over to
the clothes recycle bin.

Looks like a navy blue coat.

What's she doing?

She's having second thoughts.

She's thinking, "Put it in
here, it can still be traced."

Much better to
put it in landfill.

Let's find out where the
contents of that skip ended up.

Just you wait...

half an hour of wading through
thousands of tonnes of rubbish

and I'll have an
allergic reaction.

I'll look after you, Ken.

Get rashes, like
shortness of breath,

not to mention the smell.

Lydia won't speak
to me for a week.

According to our site manager,
the load we're looking for

is over there in
area number three.

What, no overalls for you, boss?

Alas, a mountain of paperwork
with my name on awaits,

one of the burdens
of office, I'm afraid.

Tough at the top.

I'll be with you in spirit, Ken.

Come on.

We found your coat, Alice.

The one you put in the landfill.

Quite a lot of blood on it.

We're having it tested now, but we
both know it'll be Damon Horsley's.

You killed him, didn't you?

Kat was with Horsley
one night, off her head.

She told him all about us.
She showed him the video.

He stole the video from her
phone and said he wanted 30,000.

So you paid Horsley.

But then he came back, wanting
more. I didn't have any more.

You got him to
come to the shrine?

I told him I had the money.

I was waiting for him.

But Kat worked
it out, didn't she?

When we showed her the
video from Horsley's computer,

she knew where it had come
from. She knew you were involved.

We'd arrested her father for the
murder, so she confronted you.

What did she want you
to do? Turn yourself in?

How did you get her to take all
of those pills? And write the note?

Well, I told her it
was all her fault.

All of it.

If she hadn't have shown him that
video, if she hadn't have been so stupid,

none of this would've happened.

She was the reason he died.

- And she believed you?
- She trusted me.

For years she'd been
confused and scared.

- Of what?
- Everything.

Her sexuality.

What happened to her brother.

It left her blaming herself
for being alive while he'd died

and that screwed up her
relationship with her parents.

She felt unloved...

unwanted.

I told her she was right to feel
these things. They were all true.

Every bad thought,
every shred of self-hatred.

I told her the world would
be a better place without her.

Oh, it wasn't hard.

I was just pushing
at an open door.

- And the note?
- Well, I told her what to write.

I gave her the pills and
watched as she took them.

Then we drove to the woods.

I helped her walk
to the shrine...

and settled her.

Did you watch her die?

I held her hand.

What if it hadn't worked?

Or you hadn't persuaded
her to overdose?

I'd have killed her.

Must feel good, cracking a case.

Hey.

Not always.

I'm gonna take that Glasgow job.

I thought you were
gonna think about it.

I have.

And the thing is, they want
me to start as soon as possible

and I've got two
weeks' holiday owing.

So, today's my last day.

You're leaving? Just like that?

What... What about...

Us?

There isn't really
an us, is there?

I hope you two
work it out, somehow.

Some items belonging to your daughter
have been released, Mrs. Richards.

I thought you'd like
to have this back.

Thank you.

Good night then.

All that time trying to
pin everything on me.

If you'd have done your job
properly, Kat would still be alive.

Her death is on you.