All language subtitles for Scott and Bailey S02E01

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 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. 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.

Um... yeah.

Hiya. Jesus.

Couldn't do us a brew, could you?

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 'em wi' t'kids.

So er...

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

You look really well.

Look... I er...

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

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. Um...

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

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? 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.

Oh. 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?

Um...

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

is take a sample of your DNA.

The problem that we've got Mr. Rig...

Um, 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.
I think they need their heads
examined 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 um...

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.

Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh.

Ssh.

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.

Ooh, 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. 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?

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.

Ooh.

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.

Have we missed anything? You have.
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. Uh.

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.

Uh.

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 civilized 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

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.

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 pedophile 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
pedophile?

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 pedophile 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.

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 pedophile.

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.

'Ey, thanks, pal!

Sorry. You could see I was sinking.
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 um...

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 um...

I don't know.

I don't know about lifts to and from

piano and drama and cricket and...

God knows what else but um...

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, you'll be driving near the
Queen's. Get round there fast. We
need the CCTV.

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 gray 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.

Uhh!

Ohh!

Arh!

You're under arrest, you bitch.

I am arresting you on suspicion of
murder. You do not have to say anything

But it may harm your defense if you do not
mention when questioned something 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?

Er, we were at school together.

Oh. Oh, God. That hurt.

And thanks for saving my life, Kevin.

'Ey. Come here.

Ahh.

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?

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?

Boss!
I need a trace on that call.

A lad just rang. Sounded like
someone's kicking the shit out of him
then the line went dead.

Hello, 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 a location if it's a
landline.

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.

Tell them not to touch anything. I
want a CSI, 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?