All language subtitles for Scott and Bailey S03E07

Get out. Both of you. Now.

Shit.

Go home, you stupid boy.

Janet, I'm sorry.

Get in my car.

Where are we going? Nowhere but I don't want
to treat the neighbors to a street fight.

Get in.

You are disgusting.

Listen to me. You are disgusting.

Is there no limit to what...?

What are you doing? Putting you in a
cab and getting you home.

Oh, come on.

Hiya.
Hi.

Bailey, give us a hand.

Anyone want a brew?

Have you spoke to Janet?
No. Well, she's in at three.

Well, I knock off at four, so we've
only got to get through one hour.

It'll be OK. Everything will.

Bailey...

You are it.

You can stay at mine
as long as you want.

Lee, teabag in or teabag out?

Out, after a squeeze.

Afternoon. Hi. Hiya.

Hi.

Anything happening? No, it's all
very quiet for a Sunday.

But the boss is out at a scene.
We've heard nothing as yet.

Right, then.

See you. See you. See you.

Bye.

Hello?

Janet? Yeah? The boss just rang. We've
got to go and deliver a death message.

Where? Sholver estate.

Kenneth Valentine, 61 years old,
six foot.

His son Phillip reported him
missing at 11 o'clock this
morning after repeatedly ringing him.

The line appeared to be dead.

Shop keeper putting the rubbish out
this afternoon found his body.

Gill was saying the shop's got
some old stone steps out the back,

leading to a kind of basement
courtyard thing.

So he's down there.

Doesn't look like he just fell.
Looks like he was attacked.

Phillip Valentine lives with his dad and
his girlfriend - Phillip's girlfriend.

The mother's not around
by the looks of things.

They'd had a disagreement, Phillip
and his dad, last night.

Look, Janet, I am sorry.

I will work with you but that's it.
There's nothing to say.

Well, when we are working together,
there's plenty to say, so you can't
just sit there like a candle.

You're reading a missing from home
report, I'm listening.

What do you want me to say? "Oh, that's
interesting! The steps were stone, were they?"

Hello? Phillip Valentine? Yeah.
DC Rachel Bailey and DC Janet Scott.

May we come in?

Earlier this afternoon, there was
a body found in Oldham town center,

close to where you last saw
your father last night.

Unfortunately, we suspect
that that is your father.

Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my goodness.

At some point we'll be asking you
to make a formal identification

but I must tell that there'll be a Home
Office post mortem on your father's body,

as we're treating his death as
suspicious. Oh, my goodness.

What makes you think that?

Well, that's what our senior
investigating officer is telling us.

We don't know any more than that.

How... how is he?

I haven't been and seen your father,
so I don't have any details

but as soon as I possibly can, I'll
get you updated.

I shouldn't have left him.

I left him in the pub.

What time was that? About eight
o'clock.

I left him in the er...
the Packhorse.

It was getting messy so I left him
to it.

Messy as in? We'd been arguing.

We were drunk.

Said some bad things.

Things you erm... Things you can't
climb down from, you know?

What was the argument about?

It's a one-bedroom flat.

As you can see, it's not possible
for three of us to live here.

We'd spoken to Kenneth about it
weeks ago, very reasonably,

and he agreed to go but he didn't.

He made a show of looking for a place

but not too many people want
to rent properties to someone
with a Doberman Pinscher.

And where's the Doberman Pinscher
just now?

It had to be put down.
When was that?

I'm sorry. Is it Mrs. Bertis? Have I
got that right? Yes.

Thank you. When was the dog put down,
Mrs. Bertis?

Friday. My dad was livid.
It had a lump.

Has your dad been staying with you long?
Me and dad had been together
for a pretty long time,

then when I met Abigail...

since then, it's been the three of us.

I had to move in because my
circumstances changed.

So your dad was staying here initially

and then Mrs. Bertis came to stay too?

Yeah. And this is your property?
Mm.

Who owns it? My dad.

So it was you staying with your dad,
not the other way round?

In a sense, yeah.

Phillip does all the donkey work,
all the maintenance.

Can I just go over a couple of things?

'How did he take it?' Upset
but in a remote way

and guilty because he went home
without his dad.

His girlfriend seemed to take it in
her stride.

It's rather a strange set-up.
'What does Rachel think?'

I agree. 'What are you doing now?'\
I was due to knock off at four,
so I'm thinking of heading home.

'The missing from home officers will
still be on duty.

'Go and talk to them, see what they picked up
on when they went round this morning.' OK.

'Have you done a FWIN trawl?'
No, we drove straight out.

'Well, that needs to be done.'
OK, I'll do that.

'Talk to the MFH officers first.' I
thought you wanted Rachel to do that.

'I want both of you - you and Rachel,
Rachel and you - to talk to the
Missing From Home officers.

'Got to go. Pathologists have turned
up.'

Hello, love.
Hi, Mum.

Are you all right?
I've been better.

Taisie said... She said she heard
noises in Rachel's room last night.

Yes, she did.

Who was it? Taisie said it was Kevin.

I er... I don't want to talk about
it, Mum.

I'm shattered. I'm going to go and say
goodnight to the girls and go to bed.

Janet, is Rachel coming back?

No.

Right.

Is there no limit to what you'll do? I'm
a grown woman. I can do what I want.

Not under my roof! Come on, I
haven't done anything wrong.

Taisie thinks the sun shines
out of your backside... She's 15.

She knows people have sex. I'm not going
to be accused of traumatizing her.

You're married. So were you when
you shagged Andy. Yes, I was unfaithful
after 25 years of marriage.

Why bring him here? Why not go back
to his?

Because it was closer. What?
It was what? It was closer.

Janet, we weren't thinking. We needed to get
somewhere quickly to have sex immediately.

I don't think you know what that's
like.

I just dropped Pete at his mum's.

His wife kicked him out because of your
sexually incontinent, alcoholic mother.

Is that the best you've got? That I'm like
my mother? You are. At least she's alive.

She's poison. At least I'm not like
your mother. You're poison.

Dried up and pious and judging
everybody.

Hm, who does that remind me of? You're
sick in the head. You're miserable, Janet!

And you're frustrated and
jealous and you can't even see it.

Get out!

Oh, now I can get out.

I take it this is bad news?

You're tripping over your face.

Do you remember when my phone went
and you answered it

and it was a fella asking for Suzy?

And I said it must've been a wrong
number.

But you were suspicious and you
wanted to ring him back.

And I called your bluff and said, "Go
ahead," but you didn't.

I'd been with him in a hotel.

Last night I slept with Kevin at
Janet's.

Janet walked in on us, kicked us out.
She's washed her hands of me.

I stayed at Kevin's.

I don't know why I did it.

Well, I do but... not fully.

No, I don't, I don't... I don't know
why I did it.

But I did do it.
I DO do it.

Is this some sort of test?
No, Sean. I'm a very bad idea.

That... What you just said. Is that
true?

I'm not going to insult you with "I'm
sorry" because that isn't adequate.

And if you think you hate me,

I can top you.

I DO hate you.

Yeah?

So I'm going to go and stay at
Alison's for a couple of nights.

And... And what? You want your flat
back?

Only when you've sorted yourself out.
However long that takes.

You think I want to go back there?
All your stuff's there.

I can pack it up in five minutes.
OK.

I've got places to... No, don't you
worry about me.

OK.

I'd rather sleep rough than stay
another night there.

Oh, look, drop it. This isn't
allowed. I know.

I don't know what you expect. I've
split up with Sean. I'm in the shit.

I don't expect anything.
I just want to tell you...

Look at me. I just want to say to
you...

...let the shit come down.

We've got nothing to lose, Bailey.

Me and you both. Nothing.

We're going to be late.

Don't come in with me.

The way Kenneth Valentine's body
was positioned is not consistent
with a fall down these steps.

He's a bit too far from them

and there's no dirt or abrasions
on his hands and knees to suggest
he crawled following a fall.

He's got a boot mark, a partial boot
mark on his head,

and the way his ribs are broken, three
of them, is consistent with an attack.

The cause of death is an acute
subdural haematoma on the brain.

Where's Pete? Whoever did it made a
nasty job of it.

It's likely it was two hours
before he died.

Have we got a sighting later than 8pm?

The landlord at Baxter's said
Kenneth Valentine left at 10:15,
alone, saying he was going home.

It sounds like father and son had been in
the pubs on Yorkshire Street since 5pm.

I'm wondering if Kenneth was heading
for a cab.

Where his body turned up is just off
Linwood Road, where there's a taxi rank.

Maybe he went behind the shop
relieve himself.

The family's potentially
of interest, isn't it?

Right. Erm, Phillip Valentine moved
in with his dad

after Phillip's marriage broke up
two years ago.

It's a one-bedroom flat, so Phillip
slept on the couch.

Last year, Phillip met Abigail Bertis.

She moved in following the break-up
of her marriage.

They took the bedroom and poor old
Kenneth was consigned to the couch.

Since before Christmas, Phillip and Abigail
- but my guess is, mainly Abigail -

have been petitioning Kenneth
to move out. Of his own flat? Yes.

And on Friday, this Friday just gone,

the day before he was last seen alive,

Abigail had Kenneth Valentine's dog
put down.

What? Mm. On the pretext that it had
a lump

but basically to get shot of Kenneth

because most landlords have a
no-dogs policy.

Someone should've killed her.

Phillip wasn't consulted. Very upset
that his dad was upset

but still pressed for him to move out.

Huge row ensued which rolled over
to Saturday morning,

when they tried to sort it out in
the pub.

Er, ends in a big slanging match.

Phillip left his dad in the pub, got
the bus home, Abigail was there -

telly and pizza - that's what
they're saying.

And what are you saying? Oh, yeah,
they definitely both feel odd.

The washing machine was on when we
were there

and the MFH lad said there was
a bonfire on the wasteland nearby
when they were there at midday.

Sorry I'm late.

Abigail seems capable of getting Phillip
to do things or go along with things.

11 o'clock on a Sunday morning is very
early to report an adult missing.

For all Phillip knew, his dad could've picked
up a woman and gone back to hers for sex.

I wonder if it's the time that Phillip
guessed a son who was in the dark
about his dad's whereabouts

would report it.

As opposed to a son who'd beaten his
father death.

I don't understand why they're all
crammed in that flat.

It's not like they're fighting over a
penthouse in Salford Quays.

It's a one-bed flat in upper Sholver.

We need to CCTV the length of
Yorkshire Street.

We need... Oh, was that pizza
delivered?

We need CCTV of any pubs. Let's see
where Phillip Valentine went at 8pm.

See what route Kenneth Valentine
took at 10:15.

What was their argument like? Was it
getting physical?

What did the FWIN throw up? Some
robberies were tagged, phone robberies.

On Yorkshire Street? In and around between
10pm and midnight, at knifepoint.

And? Erm... Well...
I'm going to follow it up.

Have you not followed it up?

Er, well, the FWIN's still open.
It's not resulted in...

A violent crime at the right time
and you've not followed it up?
Go and talk to the robbery squad.

CCTV from the bus Phillip says he
took home.

Honestly, the pair of you. Beggars
belief.

Why didn't you follow it up? Why
didn't you? Because I went home. Yeah.

Pete, it's obvious you've got a
black eye.

There's no point beating about the
bush. No.

Are you OK? Yes, ma'am.

How did you come by it?

My son.

I'm sure you could hazard a guess as
to the grievance.

OK. Could you try and avoid the
general public today?

So the officers in the fun bus were
looking out for robberies

and this fella told them he'd just been
robbed by two lads just before midnight.

They'd frogmarched him to an ATM at
knifepoint, these lads, to withdraw cash,

so we were contacted via airwaves
and we drove, we had a look.

We saw lads that fitted the
description and gave chase.

Do you know why Rachel and Janet
looked like they were reading the
news during the briefing? No.

Something's up.

Kevin asked not to be put with Janet
yesterday. Why?

They must be at odds about
something. They're never at odds.

He annoys her, she says so, he gets
on with it.

That's how everyone deals with
Kevin. Doesn't make sense.

Must be something big.

Yeah, so the tall robber,
he got away, unfortunately.

I brought the other one in, Deepak
Nadar. He gave a no-comment interview.

Is he still in custody? Well, no. We
bailed him.

What, did you get the victim to ID
him? No.

There's four or five suspected victims,

so the plan is we collate the
victims, get statements

and then get them all on to a VIPER ID.

Then we re-arrest
and interview him for the lot.

We got the CCTV footage we wanted.
Some of it.

Have you viewed it yet? We're
waiting to get it all in.

We did take his clothing off him.
Sent him home in Asda's finest.

Did you go back over the route that
you chased him in daylight?

The custody record says
you retained Deepak Nadar's clothing

and that you gave him back his phone
and 300 quid. That's what it says.

Well, did he say where the money came
from?

Why did you give him his mobile
phone back? We were bombed out.

Did you go through his clothing? Robbery
squad did, didn't they? No, they didn't.

Thank you. There you go.

I finished it with Sean last night.

Just thought you might be interested.

I used to be interested. I used to
mind what happened to you.

I used to want to protect you.

I used to take pride in being the person
that you trusted and didn't need to attack

and then you took the piss,
comprehensively,

and now I don't give a monkey's.

I'm not impressed with the robbery
squad. Panda car mentality.

Do what you're told and don't do
anything else.

There were five reported robberies at or near
ATMs on Yorkshire Street on Saturday night.

Total loss of 300 quid.

The custody officer, when he bailed Deepak,
handed him back - you've guessed it.

300 quid in tens and twenties. And a
phone, which is probably pinched.

The others are probably on a market stall.
Get POLSA to get the chase route searched,

see what Deepak dropped,
see what the other one dropped. OK.

The ATM that they frogmarched this
victim to

is near where Kenneth Valentine's
body turned up.

Did we get CCTV from the bank?
No. Because it was Sunday.

Well, if the death is tied up with these
robberies, we've narrowed the timescale down.

He was last seen at 10:15, they were
chased and one of them caught

just before midnight, so that's
where to start.

Tell them about the pizza. The pizza got
delivered to Phillip Valentine at ten past ten

at his flat.

We spoke to a lad who biked it over,
delivers there, knows Phillip,

so he did go home,
whether he went out again...

Who's on CCTV? Kevin.

Hey! Get up! Get up! Get up!

What the hell's going on? That
little bastard shagged my wife.

You've just assaulted the little bastard. I'll
have to report you to divisional command.

Take him somewhere till I'm ready.
Let's get you a brew.

God Almighty. You're just a pair of
thugs.

Right, Kevin, in.

Would you like a coffee?

Er, no, thank you.
Are you sure?

I'm going to get a coffee from the
shop. I'm fine, thank you.

Are you?

No.

Come on.

What am I supposed to do with you?

I'm sorry, mum.
You're always sorry. I'm sick of it.

I put my neck on the line for you.

I sat there in front of the
Assistant Chief Con,

a Chief Superintendent, a Chief
Inspector from the Discipline
Office of Professional Standards

and God knows who else

and told them what a wonderful,
dedicated detective you are

and begged for the privilege of
having you on my syndicate.

I love my job. I do.

And it is the one bit of my life...
It's not a bit of your life.

Your job IS your life.

If you want your job to be just a bit of
your life, you have to keep things separate

but you don't seem to be capable.

You keep dragging your personal mess
in here.

We keep having to deal with it.
I have to pick up the pieces.

You slept with a barrister. You
PNC'd the barrister's car.

Your brother murdered the barrister.

This...

This particular mess today is
unacceptable, I know. I'm sorry.

But it's...

It's connected to all of it.
Everything that you've just cited.

And it's the end of it.

I'm getting a divorce from Sean
because I wasn't ready to marry.

I knew that when I did it. I think
you knew it, too.

And I still did it.

Bad mistake.

You know, you once told me that you'd
made a bad mistake with your marriage

and that had led to other mistakes.

My mistake, in my personal life,

impacted me and only me in my
professional life.

I didn't bring my reputation into
disrepute.

I didn't bring my job into disrepute.

OK. Do you think you have the career
you say you want

and carry on living your life like this?
I'm not going to carry on like this.

Do you honestly think anyone is ever going
to stick their neck out for you ever again?

What do you want me to do?

Get back to work.

Do something clever that takes my
mind off what a liability you are.

And what made me so angry about it

and hurt

and...

animally angry, basically,

is Taisie, my 15-year-old.

She worships Rachel,
thinks she's beautiful, brave,

brilliant, funny -
a pinnacle, you know?

Taisie was at Rachel's wedding and...

I'm sorry, have you got time for this?
Yeah, yeah. The POLSA team
is coming in half an hour.

Yeah. Taisie watched Rachel walk
down the aisle with Sean,

saw Kevin give his best man's
speech, muck about in his kilt.

Took a million photos. A photo of Rachel
on her wedding day is Taisie's wallpaper.

And then, five months later,

Rachel and Kevin are shagging each other's
brains out in a bedroom next to hers.

I found her on the landing, looking
like she'd seen a ghost.

And Rachel will never get that.

She will never get what a crime that
is in my eyes.

And... I don't get Rachel,
ultimately.

I don't understand how someone who's
so clever, so intuitive in the job

can be so devoid of empathy elsewhere.

It's like that prank email she sent
to you.

How could she have thought, on any
level, that I would find that funny?

Have you fallen out before?

Not like this.

Spats, specific things,

but we've talked it through and
sorted it out.

What's shocking about this is that
I don't want to

and I don't mind letting her know that.

I'm actually being quite harsh and cruel
with her, which I don't even like.

It's not even like me.

It's actually...

pretty lonely and depressing in
itself but I...

I literally can't stop myself.

Well, chances are, in time, you'll
make it up.

You go back a long way, don't you?
No, we don't.

Don't you? No.
Two years. We met here.

We put together on a shooting in Shaw

and, er, we were, well...

We were brilliant together.

There was a connection
which I mistook for a personal one.

I think... there never really was
one.

I think now I really know her,
I don't actually like Rachel.

Lee.

OK, Clay as in Charlie Lima Alpha
Yankee? Got it. Thank you.

Ta-ta.

So the SIM card in Deepak's pocket belongs
to a phone owned by Andrew Blunt,

who was robbed just off Yorkshire
Street by two lads on Saturday night.

Not the victim that reported being
robbed to the fun bus at 11:50.

Blunt was robbed at 09:50.

He rang the police when he got
home, so we could re-arrest
Deepak for additional robbery.

Let's give POLSA a chance to search
the chase route.

How far has Janet got? I don't know.

There were five reported victims of
knifepoint robbery

at or near ATMs in the town center
on Saturday night.

Andrew Blunt at 09:50. I've said
that.

Judith Clay, soon after ten.

SOCO's found Judith Clay's Nectar
card near Kenneth Valentine's body.

Linking the robberies to the murder.
Exactly.

Draw up an interview strategy for
Deepak. OK. I know who his mate is.

Three of the victims all said the same
- big fella, shaved head, stripy top.

A robber in a stripy top? Yeah.
I've had a look.

And although he wasn't on the system
until last week,

there's a report from an officer
of a sighting of Deepak with a
guy called Nicholas Crossland.

Crossland fits the description.

He's just got out after serving
three years for knifepoint robbery.

I've got his file here.

I just wanted to give you an update,
Phillip, OK?

It's good news. We've got a positive
line of enquiry.

Things are looking positive.
That's good news, isn't it?

So we just wanted to let you know.
Thank you.

What is the line of enquiry, if you
don't mind me asking?

We can't say much more now but hopefully
it won't be too long before we can.

But things are looking positive.

Did he suffer?

The post mortem didn't indicate he
would have suffered a great deal, no.

He would have been unconscious
pretty quickly. That's something.

Be quiet. Don't speak to me like
that. Be quiet!

That's Deepak on the left.

Crossland.

Where's he living? No fixed abode.

Very original.

Deepak? At his mum's.

This was filmed at 11:50.

So that's the fifth victim, Simon Cornish,
if the reported timings are right.

Now, if we go back to the CCTV of
Kenneth Valentine earlier on...

Leaves Baxter's at 10:15.

Goes along Yorkshire Street.
Drunk.

Turns off there, we lose him for a
bit, then...

...at 10:22... Is that Linwood Road?
Yeah.

You can't see it on this image
but the shop's on the end.

Deepak and Crossland.

Valentine.

Stops to relieve himself but...

gets disturbed, so...

And never comes out.

Poor sod.

So first thing tomorrow morning,
we'll carry out simultaneous
raids on Nadar and Crossland.

What time do you want us in, boss?
Ooh, early. Nasty early.

What do you reckon, Rob?
5:30.

Hey.

Will you stop jumping out at me?

Let's run.
What?

Let's just go. Do a bunk.

Me and you? Why not? You've left
Sean.

Not to be with you.

You're not part of the plan. I
mean, Sean's not either but you're...

even more not.

No! Come on.

You dragged me into that alley and
ravished me. You did the same.

You blew me away.
Kevin, no. No what?

No.

OK, Rob, that's us. Ready to knock.
Fantastic. Mitch is set, too.

Any word from Kevin?

No. Still AWOL. Speak in a bit.

Yeah, we're good to go.
'OK.' Has Kevin turned up?

No. I killed him so I could be
arresting officer.

Police!

Police! Nobody move!

Good morning. Is it Mrs. Nadar?

We're from the Manchester
Metropolitan Police.

I've got a warrant to search this
address. Is Deepak at home?

Shall we go in here for a sec?

Morning, Deepak. Morning.

We're here to arrest you on suspicion
of the murder of Kenneth Valentine.

You don't have to say anything
but it may harm your defense if
you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in
evidence against you.

Are you decent? Do you want to get out
of bed for us? No. I'm not decent.

No-one at home.

It's fresh. Someone has been here
recently.

Have a look round.
See if Crossland's been there and
has left anything of interest. All right.

Hi, Rob, it's all systems go here.

We've got Deepak and we're searching
the house.

You've had more luck than Mitch.
Crossland wasn't there?

Where's Nick, Deepak? Nicholas
Crossland?

Your big pal with the shaved head.
Where is he? I don't know.

Deepak, you've not got a criminal
record

and you're obviously not the brains
behind this,

so if you cooperate with us, we'll tell
the prosecution that you helped us

and that's going to make a difference.

We need Crossland.

That is, technically, interviewing
him. I spoke to him for 30 seconds.

The CPS will count that as interviewing
him. You've eaten into our PACE time.

It could be hours before we get
him set up with a solicitor.
I got an address. A guess of an address.

Go.

Police! Nobody move!
Show yourselves!

Police! Get down!

Oi!

Get him! Get him on the floor.

Just stay down there!

I thought you were never coming!

Well done, everyone.

He nearly had me eye out. I'm
thinking, "Please, not me good eye!"

Three bald men slugging it out
and the oldies won.

Up the oldies! Nothing to do
with the fact that it was two
against one? Nothing whatsoever.

To the briefing room, please, guys.

Deepak and Crossland both checked
in? Yeah.

Good. Well done, everybody.

I've got some very bad news, I'm
afraid.

It's about Kevin.

In the early hours of this morning,
Kevin was arrested.

Internal Affairs are in the process
of searching his flat

and they've begun interviewing
him in connection with leaking
information to the press.

I've only just been told and I've
been told very little.

All I know is he's been under
surveillance.

They've looked into his bank records,
his phone records and his computer

and what they're saying to me is
they are 100% certain

Kevin is the mole who leaked all
that stuff about Helen Bartlett.

Early indications are he's talking.

He's telling them what he did.

He'll be suspended
and he will be charged.

These allegations against Kevin
go back months,

so we'll need to look at what work
he's done over that time,

witness statements he's taken, everything
he's done in the evidence chain

because all that work will have to be redone,
otherwise it will be useless in court.

Janet and Rob, I'd like you
to coordinate that, please.

Has anyone got any questions?

I can't see him doing that.

I can't believe he did that.

Police officers don't tend to get
arrested unless they've done something.

Did anyone have even so much as a clue?

It's likely Kevin will be bailed
by the end of today.

Do not contact him.

Do not respond to any contact from him.

Eyes will be on us.

I know there's been a lot going on
over the past few days.

If anyone has anything to say,
please talk to me or to Rob.

My door is open.

I never knew he was going to hurt
anyone. I only wanted a bit of money.

I never met Nick till a couple of
weeks ago.

He said we was only going to do one.

He said we weren't going to hurt
anyone. The knife was just for show.

I knew him. I knew the old man.

I didn't know I knew him till after,
when it was in the paper.

He knew my dad. I didn't know
he was dead. I never knew.

This is a waste of tier three
training. He's a pushover.

I was kicking him. I don't even know why
I was doing it. I just got into it.

It was horrible.
I've never done anything like it.

I wish I'd never met him.
Wish you'd never met who?

Nick Crossland.

'No comment.' Any progress? If only.
'No comment.'

'Were you in Yorkshire Street on
Saturday night?

No comment.'

We've had eleven CCTV sightings
of you between 9:00 and 11:50
in and around Yorkshire Street.

Can you confirm that you were there?
No comment.

This is a very boring film.

The other lad was lovely. I thought
Janet would have to ask him to shut up.

We found a boot behind a property that
you were staying at in Bracknell Way

that matches the boot mark
Kenneth Valentine had on his
forehead when his body was found.

We're going to swab those boots and I
expect to find your DNA inside them.

Is there anything you'd like to say
about that? No comment.

Four out of five robbery victims
identified Crossland and Deepak

on the video identity parade.

That'll do. Let's charge the pair of
them.

Let's go to the pub.
I'm not being very productive.

Exactly. Come on.

OK. Janet?

Yeah. Rach?

No, I think I'll just go home.

I didn't think you'd come.

No.

How did everyone take it?
We took it badly, Kevin.

We were sickened.

Who did you blab to?
Dave Packham.

Dave Packham?

He's scum. He doorstepped
those schoolgirls. I know.

So why?

Cos I was sick to me stomach with
the boss.

The way she spoke to me.
Same with Dodson.

That look they get, like I'm an incapable
piece of shit that's just being tolerated.

You know what I'm talking about.
Don't tell me that you don't.

When she told me I'd failed me
sergeant's exam,

she basically said I didn't deserve
to be on MIT.

Dave Packham approached me. He was
friendly.

We had some drinks. He was
interested in me.

He asked me things.
About Peverel Street?

Yeah.

Did he pay you?
Not that time.

Did you honestly think
you would get away with that?

It felt like I was getting one over
and then I couldn't make it stop.

Getting one over on who? Everything.
On Gill?

That isn't what you did.

You stuck it to Helen, you stuck it
to all of us.

Will you say sorry for us?

To Janet? And Mitch.

And Lee. And Pete.

Will you tell them I'm sorry?

All this running away nonsense.

Did you think that we were going to
go down in flames together?

I have no intention of going down
in flames with anybody.

I know. I know.

It's just...

You're a wrong 'un,
and I'm a wrong 'un. No, no.

No, no, no.

I'm a fuck-up, you're a twat.

I'm sorry.

I'm going to go.

Yeah.

Thank you for coming.

I will tell them.