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We know the body had
been there for some time.

I might say for a
considerable period of time.

Yeah.

Possibly several months,
if not several months.

Possibly several months.

Possibly.

God, I hate this.

- Do I look all right?
- You look fabulous.

How many months do you
reckon it was there?

I don't know. If I knew
that I would be a rich man.

We know this is the body of a male.
Man.

Male.

He was most probably white
European in appearance,

aged between 35-50 years.

- Can we not be more specific?
- No.

We believe he was around
5 foot 3 inches in height.

So he was short, very short,

short in the leg
but I can't say that.

Say five foot...three inches.

Then leave a pause. They'll get it.

- The great British public?
- Try it.

Five foot...three
inches...in height.

- That works.
- See?

God, I bloody hate
cameras and press.

Perhaps most
significant is the fact

that he suffered
from some form of

congenital disorder
affecting both his legs.

- Good.
- Yeah.

You sound like you know
what you're talking about.

The result was...

I do know what I'm
bloody talking about.

Good. I was just...saying.

The result was that he would
have walked with a limp.

I would appeal to the public.

If these details ring any bells,

if they fit someone you know,

I would ask you to get in
touch with us immediately.

This was the horrific murder of a
vulnerable adult

Boss, the press are
ready when you are.

Why would you tie
a dog collar round

someone's neck and
set fire to them?

If you're a psychopathic
murdering nutter, why wouldn't you?

Do you worry that
this job will turn us

into weirdoes with
no sense of normality?

Yeah, of course,
but, having said that,

I wouldn't want to be
doing anything else.

- Yeah. Me too.
- Which would suggest

that we were barmy to start with.

That's what I love about you.
You're so bloody reassuring.

Night, kids.

- She's mad.
- Bonkers.

So that's what we've
got to look forward to.

Yeah.

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- Hiya.
- Jesus.

Couldn't do us a brew, could you?

I'm wet through.

I...

I stayed a few nights at
our Alison's when I got out.

Did she not tell you?

I was on the settee so, you know,

wasn't ideal for them with kids.

So...

- You've done all right for yourself.
- I have now.

You look really well.

Look... I...

I wouldn't have come
knocking, Rach, but...

..I couldn't stomach
another night in the rain.

Have you got any dry clothes?

- Just...
- Right, get them off.

Go and have a bath.

I'll put everything
through the washer.

- Can I... sleep...
- Yes.

OK.

- Hiya.
- It's on now.

- Have you got it switched on?
- Hello, love.

- OK, see you tomorrow.
- All right. 'Night.

The body is believed to have
been there for up to six months

and, as yet, has
not been identified.

We know that the body had been there
for a considerable period of time,

possibly several months.

We know that is the body of a male.

He was most probably white
European in appearance.

- Aged between 35
- Look at Andy.

Looks like a spare
prick at a wedding.

What's a prick?

Is Gill's hair different?

- No, I don't think so, Mum.
- Didn't it used to be longer?

Yeah, about 15 years ago.

The result was that he would
have walked with a limp.

- She's got lovely teeth.
- Can you shush?

If these details ring any bells -

Isn't she dignified?

She wasn't dignified this afternoon

when she was bollocking Rachel.

Why was she bollocking Rachel?

She puts food in the
fridge and doesn't eat it,

it goes mouldy and, being Rachel, it never
actually occurs to her to chuck it out.

- What fridge?
- The fridge.

Our fridge. The
fridge in our office.

Why do you need a
fridge in your office?

Do you keep body parts in it?

Yeah, that and Rachel's elevenses.

- Are you lying?
- Me, lie?

Right...

..so we missed all that.
Well done, ladies.

Why aren't these two in bed?

Because somebody phoned saying
that Gill was going to be on TV.

Right, come on, you two.

I'll be up in a minute.

Come on.

What about you, Mum?
Are you ready for bed?

You want to dress more
like Gill...

- then perhaps you'd get promoted.
- Do you think that's what it is?

Alison said you were just doing
murders now.

- The major incident team.
- So what is that really?

It's the bee's bollocks.

And I'll tell you what,

in ten years time...

I'm going to be a DCI in
charge of my own syndicate.

You've done well.

What pisses me off, Dominic, is that
you could have done everything I've done.

You always had more about you.

You made choices.
I made choices.

I want to change. I want
things to be different.

I could've dossed with the old crew

but I don't want to go back there.

I've got an NVQ. I want
to find a job in a kitchen.

I just need...

to be able to look clean
and tidy for five minutes

and for someone to
give us a chance.

If my boss knew

that my brother was a
convicted armed robber

and I had him living
here in my house she'd -

- Sack you?
- No, no, no.

No.

No, she'd think things.

You look for a job,

you find one,

you work hard,

you stay away from those
evil scumbags and...

..you can stay here
for as long as you like.

But you don't pester me at work.

And you don't get
nicked for anything.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

Good.

I'm worried about Adrian.

- Worried about him?
- I don't think he wants me here.

- Course he does.
- I seem to annoy him...

- effortlessly.
- No, you don't.

Is he always this irritable?

Yeah, more or less.

He seems to take offence
at the slightest thing

and I'm really trying
to keep out of the way

and not annoy anybody.

Mum, you're here to relax and
recuperate.

I don't want you worrying
about annoying people,

not that you are.

It would be easier if you
weren't always home so late.

- I know. I can't help it.
- I know. I know.

If I was Gill I wouldn't get home

until after midnight.
Every night. Nearly.

- So you think on.
- Night-night, love.

Goodnight, Mum.

What?

Did I look like a
complete tit on the telly

last night then...
or not?

Or what?

- No.
- Good. Not that it matters.

- Of course not.
- Got the point across.

- Yeah.
- So that's good.

- Morning, boss.
- Morning.

- Morning.
- Boss. Morning.

- Hiya.
- Hello.

- How's your mum?
- Oh, God, she's funny.

She doesn't half wind
Ade up. It's a joy.

- Morning.
- Morning.

16 phone calls.

Half of them as useful as
an ashtray on a motorbike.

A number of them identify our victim
as Darren Rigby,

37 years old, living in Rochdale.

One of the calls
was from his brother

who tried ringing him
first, no response.

He went to his
flat, let himself in.

There's post going back four months.
The place stinks. Flies everywhere.

That's when he rang us,
just gone 11 last night.

He's in this morning.
He's in at... Now, in fact.

So can someone talk to him?

Before they do can we make sure

Darren Rigby isn't in
hospital or prison or custody?

- Yeah.
- Then we'll think about

getting CSIs into his flat.

We hadn't been close.

Not for... years.

And all that stuff...

in the paper about how he died.

I mean, is that...

We don't know that the dead
man is Darren yet, Mr. Rigby.

But it is...in't it?

Do your parents have any contact with
Darren at all that you're aware of?

- They're both dead.
- OK.

So...

what we'd like to
do, with your consent,

is take a sample of your DNA.

The problem that
we've got Mr. Rig-

Can I call you Patrick?

- Course.
- The problem that we've got, Patrick,

is that as it said in the paper, the
dead man had been subjected to fire.

So he's not in a condition

where we could ask you to
make a visual identification,

even if you were
willing to face that.

If we take your
DNA we can establish

whether or not there is a genetic
link between you and him

and rule in or out within 24 hours

whether or not this
really is Darren.

OK.

- Thank you.
- What about dental records?

- Can you not...
- Normally, yes.

But the dead man has had
some damage to his mouth.

What...what sort of...

Patrick, please don't imagine

that we're going to keep
anything from you at all

if we find out that this is Darren.

But what I don't want
to do at this stage

is upset you unnecessarily.

He was in three, four times a week.

I didn't think owt about
it when he stopped coming.

People come and go.

But...

Actually, I do know when it was.

Yeah, cos we'd had somebody
kicking off in the vault.

And we'd rang 999.
When would that be?

Four month since. And he
was in here that same night.

Definitely.
Definitely.

Had his little dog with him.

Oh, he was with that fat bitch.

What's she called?

She's huge. She's like a wall.

She's like a wall with a perm.

What's her name?

She's scary.

The boss tried to
bar her once over -

But, I'm telling
you, she's the sort

if she says it's Wednesday, it's
Wednesday.

Nadia Hicks.

Do you know her?

So if it did kick off
and we were called,

can we find out who attended?

Cos it'll be logged so
it'll give us an exact date

and they could have taken CCTV
from the area that could help us.

This could be our last
known sighting of him.

- Can you follow that up?
- Yeah.

Nadia Hicks. Tell me more.

Darren left the pub,
he thinks, the barman,

with Nadia Hicks, after
it kicked off in the vault.

She's got a conviction,
she's got several,

for supplying and
assault, prostitution.

She's currently
on probation.

Address?

37 Brunswick Road, Werneth.

Should we see if she'd
like to talk to us?

Isn't it your birthday next week?

Is it?

Are you doing anything?

Nope.

- How old are you going to be?
- What's it to you?

Ooh, Miss Sensitive.

Do you think we're
wasting our time?

Yeah, looks like it to me.

Do we have a mobile phone
number for her on the box?

Great minds.

Seriously, what are you doing?

Do you want to come
to ours for tea?

Aw, aren't you sweet?
Can we have jelly?

The girls would like
it. They think you rock.

Children with taste
and discernment clearly.

I think they need
their heads examined

personally, but -

Oh. Hello, Nadia. I'm Janet
Scott, a detective constable

with the Manchester
Police Major Incident Team.

I'd like a few
minutes of your time.

You may be able to
help us with an inquiry.

If you could ring me
back on this number

or pop in and see me at
Oldham police station,

I'd be grateful. Thank you.

Don't you hate being
polite to shitbags?

I do, yeah.

I thought you liked
being polite to everyone.

- Oh, how we laughed.
- If she is on probation -

She'll have a probation officer
who she visits once a week.

She won't be expecting
us to turn up there.

- Right.
- Let's work up

a cunning plan and hope
she's got the foresight

to get in touch
with us before then.

If...

Can I...

I'm sorry?

Can I bring my brother
to my birthday thing?

Tea, whatever it is,
next week at your house.

You've got a brother?

You never mentioned him.

No, well, he's a twat.

Well, of course you can bring him.

No, I mean he's all right.

He just needs to get himself a job
and get settled.

Rachel, it was an accident.

I just went to the loo and I
thought I turned the heat down,

off, down and I mustn't have done.

Shit, Dom.

- I'll pay you back.
- Will you? What with?

I ju... I just wanted to
cook something nice for you.

I'm sorry.

Don't. Dom, don't do that.

Look, it doesn't matter.

- Have you had a good day?
- No.

Oh, dear, why's that then?

If your mother gives me one
more piece of unsolicited advice

- about bringing up children...
- Oh, Ade.

- She's just trying to be helpful.
- She isn't. She's not.

If she was trying to help she'd just
shut up.

She nearly got a kebab skewer
through her ear hole at tea time.

Don't say that. I nicked someone
for that once. They got 14 years.

- What, to their mother-in-law?
- She just wants to be useful.

Look, I don't know if I can handle
another three months of this.

She's only been here two weeks.

Look, come on. She's
had a big operation.

Look at how she rallied round you
and the girls last year when...

- ..when I got stabbed.
- I know, I know, I know.

It's just me. I'm being
entirely unreasonable,

aren't I, as usual?

Of course she's got opinions
about bringing up kids.

She was a teacher for 40 years.

Can't you just see the funny side?

Janet, I am getting so far
rapidly beyond that stage.

Right, well, I'll speak to her.
I'll ask her to wind her neck in.

- When?
- Soon.

Yeah, when?

Tomorrow. Breakfast time.

Right. Done deal.

Thanks. Ta-ta.

DNA result. Definitely Darren Rigby.

Who's telling his brother?

Don't know.

Is that her?

Nadia, is it? Nadia Hicks?

I'm Detective
Constable Janet Scott,

Manchester Metropolitan

Police Major Incident Team.

We'd like to ask
you a few questions

if you've got a few minutes.

Won't take long.

Can you pop over to
the station with us?

- I ain't done owt.
- We're not arresting you.

You might be able to help us
with something, that's all.

Come on, Nadia. You
can have a cup of tea

and we'll drive
you home afterwards.

Darren...?

Rigby. Did you know him?

No.

Do you ever go to the
Queen's Hotel on Chester Road?

Now and again.

We've got CCTV of you sitting
in there having a drink

about four months ago with Darren.

Let's see if I can jog your memory.

Darren walked badly. He was
disabled.

Does that ring any bells?

Yeah, yeah, I know who you mean.

- So you do remember him?
- I didn't know that was his name but...

So can I take you back to
that evening four months ago.

There was a scuffle,
a fight, in the pub.

It's always kicking off down there.

And during the course of
the evening, it's on CCTV,

you and Darren left together.

Can you tell me where you
went after you left the pub?

Nowhere.

This is important, Nadia.

I probably just went home.

It's important because this is
our last known sighting of Darren

and at the moment,
as far as we're aware,

you're the last person who saw him
alive.

How well did you know him?

- I didn't.
- Yeah, but you sat chatting

-to him for over
an hour, didn't you?

Probably a bit pissed.

Talk to anyone, me,
when I've had a few.

Can you remember what
you were talking about?

- No.
- Did he seem upset

at all about anything?

Did he say anything to that effect?

Do you remember if
he had a dog with him?

Nadia, we've just told you that

this man that you
spent time with is dead

and you don't seem particularly
concerned.

You don't even seem, forgive me for
saying this,

you don't even seem surprised.

I don't get involved me.

You don't get involved?

Nadia, this man is dead.

Brutally, viciously murdered,

so anything that you can tell us
will help.

Am I under arrest?

No.

Why would you think that, Nadia?

So can I go?

Ma'am, I've got DCI Dodson from
Syndicate 3 on the phone.

Hiya, Slap.

I am lying

next to a hot, steaming body.

Oh, good God, woman.

Keep your dirty sexual
fantasies to yourself.

It's the only excitement you
get this side of Christmas.

Excuse me, lady.

I've got a toy boy.

Oh, yeah, we've heard about this.

Your mother's paying
him to go out with you.

Is that the acrid stink
of jealousy I detect?

No, love, it's pity.

That was you looking like a
knob on the news, wasn't it?

You're so funny I've
just fallen over laughing.

How's Kevin?

- Still writing with crayons?
- No, no.

He's come on since he got
away from your syndicate.

What is he? Head of
tables and chairs?

Officer in charge of paperclips?

How's his mental
furniture, still in storage?

Can you trust him
with sharp objects yet?

What do you want, anyway,
you fat-arsed bitch?

Your fragrant
presence down here now.

- Where are you?
- Rugby Mills.

- What have you got?
- Like I said,

a hot, steaming body.

Looks very similar
to the one you've got.

Really?

A bit fresher than yours. It is
literally still smoking.

Have you got any
other similarities?

How many do you want? It's dead,
it's human, it's been set fire to.

I've been instructed to liaise.

Why else would I lower the
tone of my joyful existence

by ringing you, you mad cow?

I'll catch up with you in
the mortuary in two hours.

- How have you got on?
- It would help

if English was her first language.

I took her to the toilet. She tried

to dry her hands under
the Tampax machine.

She knows more than she's saying
though.

So have we missed anything?

You have, yes. Boss
has gone to look

at another burnt
body that's turned up.

- Another one?
- Yeah.

And Hi-Tech Crime Unit
have found kiddy porn

- on Darren Rigby's desktop.
- Oh, God.

They look like cigarette
burns

but I've incised one of them

and, in fact, they're not burns,

- they're stab wounds.
- Made by?

Phillips-head screwdriver.

- I've seen it before on another job.
- Oh, here we go.

Brighton wheelchair murders.

Thomas Waterhouse stabbed
his victims in the thighs

before or after wanking on them.

Once you've seen it
you can't mistake it.

Was there anything
like this on Rigby?

No, his feet were toast. But...

But did we incise them?

We had no reason to then.

- So can we?
- Sure.

- Who did the PM on Darren?
- Scary Mary Jackson.

Will it work?

It'll depend how
deep the burns went

and if any stab
wounds went any deeper.

Andy, got a missed call from you.

- You're going to go ape.
- Am I? Why?

A journalist rang asking if it's
true

that we found kiddy porn
on Rigby's computer.

Night out, you and me?

I'll ring the press office.

They can deal with it.

God preserve us from people

who'd sell their
soul for a few quid.

What's up?

Granny was saying stuff
and Dad went ballistic.

He says he's going to
live at Grandad Scott's.

It was your fault.

- It wasn't my fault.
- Jesus.

- You went on about his cooking.
- It was a joke.

- You think this is funny?
- Get lost.

- Idiot.
- Knob.

Moron.

- I was simply pointing out -
- I know what you said, Dorothy.

- I was there.
- I do think you're

taking it to heart in a way that...

Well, it's like you're
deliberately looking for -

People do take personal
comments to heart.

- What's going on?
- I'm leaving.

He's being...

- I won't say it.
- I'm going to live at my dad's

because I cannot be doing with
this for another two months.

- I'll go.
- No, you won't.

- What's happened?
- Absolutely nothing.

My spaghetti bolognese
is shit, apparently.

And I didn't use that word.

Like everything else that I do, eh?

What's happened?

Ade.

Adrian.

You're not leaving?

I thought you were
having a word with her.

If you leave that's it.
You're not coming back.

Don't be so stupid.

It's just till she goes home.

No, I'm not having it. If you can't
live for three months

in a civilised
manner with my mother

when she needs us
then -

It's fine. It'll be fine.

She'll be fine here
and I'll be fine there.

You go, you've gone. That's it.

She lent us the money to buy this
house. She -

Who do you think...
Who do you think...?

If I'd died, who do you think
would have dropped everything

and moved heaven
and earth to help you

bring up those two girls properly?

- Not your flipping dad.
- Don't you diss my dad.

He can barely walk.

That's because he spent most of
his life smoking himself stupid.

You're making this
worse than it is.

Worse than it is?!
You're walking out on me!

I'm not having this
conversation in the street.

And I'm not dragging you
along behind me any more!

I'm sick of it!

You're a pathetic,

petulant, sulky kid.

Dragging me along behind you?

Go. Just go. Sling your hook.

You can correct this now.

No, thanks.

Fair enough.

Following the postmortem
on the second body...

Kevin!

..there'll be a linked
inquiry with Syndicate 3.

Yeah, don't worry, I'm in charge

cos our inquiry started first

so Julie Dodson
won't be breathing

down your neck but
we might, temporarily

borrow some of her staff.

- Bitch.
- I beg your pardon?

She tried to get
me chucked off MIT.

I don't care. You don't speak
about a senior officer like that

and certainly not in front of me.

Sorry, ma'am.

Send him outside, boss.
Make him say a few hail Marys.

The second victim is Keith Fleming.

54 years old.
Married, two children.

A science teacher living in Shaw.

He had a drink-driving conviction

three or four years ago so luckily

we had his DNA on the database.

He was reported missing
by his wife four days ago.

She hadn't seen him for ten days prior
to that following a bit of a domestic.

She assumed he was
staying at his sister's

but he wasn't.
She hadn't seen him either.

The MFH report's here
if anyone wants a peek.

The pathologist found stab wounds on
both victims

made by a Phillips-head
screwdriver.

Keith Fleming also had
a number of teeth smashed

and again...

signs that the gums
were partially healed.

What's becoming
apparent is that both

these men were held captive

for up to a week before they died

suggesting that they
were...well, tortured.

Yeah, so, what we need to find out

is what these two men
had in common in life

as well as in death.

They would, on the face of it, appear to
have moved in very different circles but...

Did he have a dog collar on,

the second one, or
anything similar?

Another thing, Keith Fleming was a
biggish bloke, 5'11",

so we may find there's more than one
person involved.

And obviously, we're

looking for other crime scenes
besides where they were dumped.

- Has the wife been told?
- Not yet.

Do you want to do this one?

What we have to do next...

Mrs. Fleming...

..is build up a picture of
your husband's last movements

so we can get as close as we can

to the person who did this to him.

What are you saying?

It sounds like he was...tortured.

So what's happening now is our

intelligence officers

are looking through
your husband's finances

to see when and where he
last used his bank cards.

Our telecoms officers

are checking through the
activity on his mobile.

What we'd also like
to do is

take away any computers in the
house that he may have used.

Why?

Well, like I say, it's what
we do to build up a picture.

This is how that
paedophile died, isn't it?

The one in the news.

If you mean
Darren Rigby...

yeah.

There are some similarities with his
death, yeah.

So are you suggesting
Keith was a paedophile?

- No.
- Is that what you're all thinking

- and not saying?
- No.

Nobody's saying
anything, Mrs. Fleming.

We know very little
about Keith and...

..that's the point,
to build up a picture.

You know he's dead.

Are you going to let people
think he was a paedophile too?

- No.
- That's what'll happen.

That's what people will think

if they show their photos together
on the TV, which they will.

I want to see somebody else,
somebody in charge, somebody proper.

Yes, we'll...

- Our SIO...
- Your what?

Our senior investigating officer,

Detective Chief Inspector Murray,

will talk everything through
with you, when you ready.

Good. Well, you'd
better leave then.

Now. I think you've said enough.

Mrs. Fleming, nobody is
suggesting for a second

that your husband was a paedophile.

He's the victim.

We're going to find
out who did this to him

and when we do

that person is going to
get sent down forever...

hopefully.

And one of the
tools that we can use

to help identify that person

is to access Keith's emails.

The vast majority of people
are killed by someone they know.

We are on your side, Mrs. Fleming.

Hey, thanks, pal!

- Sorry.
- You could see I was sinking.

So why didn't you wade in?

- She was kicking off.
- They do.

She obviously felt guilty

because the last time
she saw him they'd argued.

Anyway, I'm not your mum.

What's up?

I...

I kicked Ade out last night.

I've been up half the night
with Taisie crying her eyes out.

I'm not blaming my mum.

I refuse to. She's done endless

things for us over the years and...

you know, I know that she can
be a bit annoying sometimes

but, you know, whose mum isn't?

And, anyway, I don't care.
I don't give a monkeys.

It's just...the girls.

It's not fair, is it?

You bring them into the
world and that's the deal -

a mum and a dad.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

I'm...I'm not
telling Gill just yet.

It's not fair. She's
got enough on her plate.

How are you going to manage?

Don't they have, like,
after-school clubs and...

Well, my mum's there

and...

I don't know.

I don't know about
lifts to and from

piano and drama and cricket and...

God knows what else but...

..I'll work it out. People do.

Look at Gill.

Men are just shit,
really, aren't they?

I don't want Andy to know either.

- Hiya.
- Keith Fleming's bank card

was used at an ATM in the
Queen's seven days ago.

- You're kidding?
- Are you still with the wife?

- No, we just left.
- Great,

Great, you'll be driving near the
Queen's. Get round there fast as you can.

We need the CCTV
fast. It's day seven.

If it's on a weekly
loop we might lose it.

- We're on it.
- Hey, that's not everything.

What?

Fleming's bank card was used
seven days ago at the Queen's

which is where we're
going now so foot down.

But it was also used
yesterday morning

at DLA Sports in the
middle of Manchester

when Keith Fleming's
body was

lying frazzled in Rugby Mills.

Right, I want stills made
of the little bastard's face

and I want all the CCTV
we can get our hands on

of where he went next.

Wind it back, wind it back.

There.

Look, he's reading the PIN
number off the back of his hand

and the twat behind the counter's
just stood there watching him.

God. What planet do
these morons live on?

And what's that? It's
a dog. He's got a dog.

It's little white doggy
thingy like thingy... Darren...

I want his scalp.
I want those stills

and I want his picture everywhere.

Do you want to see
Keith Fleming, boss?

- Have you got it?
- Yeah.

So that's him there.

- Is he pissed?
- Yeah.

He's definitely looking
a bit wobbly, isn't he?

And then...

this fat lad comes
up to talk to him.

Hang on, that's not
a bloke. That's Nadia.

Oh, my God, it is.

- Are we picking her up?
- Yeah.

- Arresting her?
- Oh, yes.

And I want her house searched.

I'll line up the CSIs on
standby in case we find anything.

What's this with
you and Julie Dodson?

- Oh, God. Have you met her?
- No.

Bitch from hell. She makes
Godzilla look like Mary Poppins.

No, she does. And ugly as...

I'm telling you, if
I had a dog that ugly

I'd shave its arse and
train it to walk backwards.

Nadia.

Nadia.

Nadia!

Sarge, she's legging it.

Down to Roundthorn Road.

She's wearing a grey hoody, jeans

and she's built like
a brick shithouse.

DS Roper, MIT. We're
chasing a white female.

She's running from Brunswick
Road towards Roundthorn Road.

You're under arrest, you bitch.

I am arresting you on
suspicion of murder.

You don't say anything,

But it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

Rachel. Are you all right?

I think you just saved
my life, you bugger.

Rachel?

Sean.

Hey.

Why are you here? You
transferred to the Met.

I came back. I couldn't stand it.

Full of southerners.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm...

Are you CID now then?

No, I'm MIT.

- How's Alison and Dom?
- Yeah, they're good.

You look...

Come on, let's get you to hospital.

- I said I'm good.
- Oh, she's like this.

Yeah? Is she?

- Have we got her?
- In the van.

Fat bitch tried to strangle Rachel.

- Jesus. Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right, job done. Thanks, lads.

No problem, pal.

- I'll call you. Same number?
- Yeah.

Do you know him?

We were at school together.

Oh, God. That hurt.

And thanks for saving my life,
Kevin.

Hey.

Come here.

Are you OK to interview Nadia?

She refused hospital but the
doctor looked at her head.

She's fit to be detained
and fit for interview.

Sure.

Best if you didn't
ride shotgun, Rachel.

No kidding!

Why isn't anybody
answering that phone?

DC Bailey, MIT.

Listen, I got your
number off the telly.

I need to speak to someone
about that Darren bloke.

OK, go ahead.

I need to speak to a
police officer. It's urgent.

It's urgent, really, really urgent.

I'm a police officer.
Can you calm down, love?

- It wasn't just Nadia.
- Tell me your name.

It wasn't Nadia. It
wasn't just her fault.

The people that you're after -

- Oh, fuck off!
- Hello?

- Get off me!
- Where are you?

Can you tell me your name?
Boss!

I need a trace on that call.

A lad just rang on
the incident number.

Sounded like someone's
kicking the shit out

of him then the line went dead.

Hello, is that the duty officer?

We've just had a call
on the public line

about the Darren Rigby murder.

I need to know where
the number's come from

and if it's a landline
I need the location.

- What did he say?
- Nothing, he didn't have time.

He said he knew something.

He said it isn't just Nadia,
it isn't Nadia's fault.

Thanks. It's a TK on
the Hollingwood Estate,

corner of Beech Avenue and
Abercrombie. Thanks.

Tell uniform to go
to that phone box now.

Tell them not to touch
anything. I just want secure.

I want a CSI there, I
want it fingerprinted

and I want to know
who made that call.

- What are you doing now?
- Getting round there.

Dead?

Well, that wasn't Nadia, was it?

- That was good then.
- Yeah. It was all right.

- Is there someone else?
- No.

Have you got time for a drink or...

Why don't you want Andy
to know about you and Ade?

I've been seeing him again.

So there's blood in the boot
and an empty petrol container.

Are you going to tell me what
happened to Darren Rigby, Nadia?

Whoever did this was
shutting this boy up fast.

Anthony Stainfield, Nicky Madden,
Liam Welsh.

Next door but one to Nadia's.

Manchester Metropolitan Police

Major Incident Team.

- What's your name?
- What's your name?

Have you ever seen this man before?

- No comment.
- Do you want to do another?

Do you want me to
get you another one?

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