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Gill: Well, that's a
bit of a giveaway.

- Are you shagging will Pemberton?
- Who said that?

You just did when
you didn't say no.

- You are good.
- Rachel: Chris?

He's got that sexy,
knackered look.

I thought you were
smarter than that.

[Chuckles] "Sexy, knackered?"

Rachel Bailey, the
human heatmagazine.

Boss. Shall I drive you home?

Don't take me for a
mug. I really don't like that.

[Crowd talking indistinctly]

Gill: Just to reiterate, I don't
need a plus-one, I need a stand-in.

Yeah, well, think
about it. Okay, ta-ta.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Nice day for some sightseeing.

Excuse me.

We need to move this rv point
and command post round the back

so folk can change clothing
away from this morbid bunch.

- Morning.
- Officer: Good morning.

The victims are tam robbinson,
the pub owner, age 59,

and his wife, Patricia
robbinson, age 55.

[Shutter clicking]

There's a secondary scene
in the connecting flat upstairs.

Any idea who was killed first?

The assailant transferred
the victims' blood

up and down the stairs.

The drip pattern
suggests him first, then her.

All the way back here.
Looks like she was chased.

I'm sick of blood.

Both victims were
shot at close range.

Him in the left temple,
exiting above the right ear.

Her, in the face.

If anything says

strength of character about
a person you've never met...

Provisional ballistics
suggests that

Patricia wasn't crouched in
the corner with her head buried,

she was looking right
at whoever shot her.

Personality type
of this offender,

somewhere between
organised and mad frenzy.

No visible sign of a break-in.

Cctv was disabled
inside and outside the pub.

The bodies were not moved,

but the assailant has transferred
some blood from his person

up and down the stairwell.

Everything else appears
untouched apart from the safe,

which was open and empty,

and according to the books there
should have been £ 1,200 in it.

So, not much more
than a bag of sand.

The ballistics expert won't
commit to it until he's tested it,

but by the look of the
marks, he's 98% sure

it was a reactivated gun.

Did nobody hear anything?

Mrs Alice grange lives
in that other flat up there.

Says she was woken by
a commotion at 4:00 A.M.,

which might or might
not have been gunshots.

She's hard of hearing,
so she came to the window

and saw a car driving
out of that car park.

Although she can't remember the
make or colour of the car she saw,

or even which direction
it was travelling in,

because she wasn't
wearing her specs.

The robbinsons' car,
a blue BMW saloon,

m-v-0-7-p-z-c,

is, in fact, missing.

Mrs grange also confirmed
that the robbinsons

have a 16-year-old son, Simon,

who we thought at
first had been abducted,

but we've since
located him at school.

- Who's our flo?
- Janet.

See how he takes
the death message.

We'll also need to find two
adult relatives, Rachel, preferably,

to formally identify the bodies.

If this is a
premeditated burglary,

the person would know
that the owners lived upstairs.

You wouldn't assume that
there was no one at home

at 4:00 in the
morning on a Tuesday.

Well, maybe it
wasn't premeditated.

Somebody broke in on
the spur of the moment,

but didn't know that the
pub had a flat connected to it.

The owner tried to stop it,

not realising that the
offender was armed,

and was shot.

Which is why you don't brandish a
hockey stick at a thug waving a gun at you.

If that's what happened.

At this point, we
know very little.

I want more on the
robbinsons' lifestyle.

What happened in the
last days of their lives?

Who did they see?

I want house-to-house,
statements from pub regulars,

suppliers, friends,
family, the lot.

I'm fast-tracking what I can,

including the prints
on the hockey stick,

but it'll take days before
we get any lead on a lot of it.

- Who's on exhibits, rach?
- Pete.

You and me are gonna
have a sit down after.

You're gonna be a busy beaver.

[Both chuckle]

Okay!

Tie criteria and alibi timings
are on your briefing sheet.

Sorry.

Who's the girl?

That's your job. Find out.

Okay, so, I need to warn you,

this is my daughter's school,

and that is my
husband's new girlfriend.

Shall we go through?

After you. Come on.

Simon, can I ask you
where you were last night?

Paul's.

Is that Paul Owen's?

He's in sixth form, too.

And when did you last see
or speak to your parents?

[Sniffing]

Texted mum...

After school.

[Voice breaking] Asked,
could I stay at Paul's?

Okay.

I'm trying to locate
your aunt dawn.

If we can't locate her,

is there another family
member you can stay with?

Don't... don't worry.

We'll find somewhere
for you to stay tonight.

[Simon sniffling]

Simon.

Can I ask you who this is?

Carla.

Half-sister.

Didn't know her.

She died.

When I was, like, three.

How old was Carla?

Seventeen.

Everyone's dead now.

Hey, come on.

[Crying softly]

[Simon sniffling]

Rachel: Have you
found pat's sister yet?

Er, yeah, in newcastle.
She's coming up tomorrow

- to identify the bodies.
- Great.

Gill: Okay, just spoke to
the csm, and then the lab.

Pete, two things.

The fingerprints on the hockey
stick were tam robbinson's.

And found a piece of
gum, chewing gum, green,

stuck to the outside of the door
frame of the pub's back door,

which is the presumed exit,
leads straight on to the car park.

The gum was relatively
fresh, last day or so,

and it appears to have
been pressed into the wood,

which has just about
wrecked any dental impression,

but interestingly,
there's no print on it.

Which suggests gloves.

Bingo! What did I
say about organised?

The lab's currently
fast-tracking any DNA on it.

Simon robbinson, erm, poor kid,

spent last night at his
friend's, Paul Owen.

Erm, I've spoken to
Paul's mother on the phone.

Simon's gonna stay with
them until his aunt arrives.

Paul's mum said both boys
were in all night, Tuesday night.

Also, Simon told us
that the girl in the photo

is his half-sister, Carla.

Not robbinson.

Passed away 13
years ago, age 17.

Why, if Carla died
when she was 17,

are there no photos of her
over the age of about 12?

Odd, or just me?

- Odd.
- Odd.

All the hallmarks of a
break-in gone wrong, but...

Could it be a contract killing?

Yeah, it's a line of enquiry.

[Clattering]

Only half a glass for me.

I've got to be in work early.

[Stutters] And be out early.

Rachel: [Chuckles] Nice threads.

Did I already say
this is 7:30 for 8:00?

Yeah.

[Sighs] I might
fall asleep in this.

Mmm.

Delicious, thanks.

[Chuckles]

So I thought we could...

Go for a drink. You
know, before... mmm.

Depending on what
time I can get away.

It'll be over by 9:30.

We don't even have
to stay for the buffet.

You're gonna deny me a buffet?

[Chuckling]

You know, Gill's getting one.

Yeah? Long service medal?

Commendation for
bravery. Helen bartlett.

Janet said Gill calls it
"prizes before pasture."

[Scoffs] Hardly.

Oh. Well, apparently,
she wants no fuss.

[Sighs] She's gonna
hate seeing me there.

I might not wear
the full "dress" dress,

seeing as I'm coming
straight from work.

Honey.

You could come in a sack, as
long as it's not covering that face.

[Whispering] She's upset.

Nice to see you
both on that sofa.

Were you at school today, mum?

Unfortunately, I was.

Dorothy: I'll just
check on the tea.

Did you know Simon very well?

He's the one whose
girlfriend got so smashed

and had sex with him at a party.

- People posted it on Instagram.
- Taisie.

Well, they all take
drugs, I heard.

How's things at your dad's?

Yeah? How's Alfie?

- Still snogging?
- Taisie, shut up.

- Dorothy: Blast!
- Oh. You want help?

I'm fine.

Taisie: Well, everyone
knows about you two, Elise.

I think Elise may be having sex

with Eleanor
goodhead's son, Alfie.

- Oh? Hmm...
- "Everyone knows," taisie said.

Last I heard, she just
had a little crush on him.

Oh, and Simon robbinson
does drugs, apparently.

The secret world of kids
is terrifying me right now.

They're nearly adults.

Nearly, but they're not.

Well, they're
legally old enough.

Oh, so, "it's okay to have sex with
your stepbrother" sort of a thing?

It's not incest, Janet.

Well, aren't you modern?

I don't like it.

[Sighs]

Gill knows, by the
way. That I'm seeing will.

She gave me a right earful.

She thinks I'm shagging
my way to the top.

Did she actually say that?

- Basically.
- [Chuckles]

If Simon does drugs,

he could owe
money to a dealer...

Who came to claim it and
found his parents instead.

Oh, yes, I'd love one
of those. Thank you.

How's the busy beaver?

Up to his ears in
human detritus.

Pete, look up Ben townsley.

He sounds like a
nasty piece of work.

He's got loads of previous.

We've got a result
on the chewing gum.

DNA hit.

Pete: Oh, yeah.
Benjamin Andrew townsley.

Male. White. 34 years.

As the boss said,
loads of previous.

Oh.

In 2007, he was convicted
for armed robbery.

Served five years.

Well, the gum puts
him at the scene

within the last 48 hours.

Right, do a house search
and interview him asap.

Can you tell me how
your chewing gum

ended up on the
pub's back door, Ben?

Must have walked past, spat it.

Where were you going
when you walked past, Ben?

I might have been
on me way to lidl's.

Yeah, I sometimes cut
through that pub's car park

on me way to lidl's.

You cut through the pub's car
park coming from which direction?

- My house.
- It's a long walk.

I like to walk.

Okay, Ben.

You say you took a short
cut through the pub's car park.

So how did your gum get
all the way into the alcove

of the pub's back door
and onto the door frame?

Can you explain that?

I told you, I spat it out.

You spat a piece of gum
and it stuck on a door frame?

Come on, Ben, you can
do a bit better than that.

I spat it.

There were this woman
there. In the door, like.

She told me to pick it up.

I hadn't seen her,
see. So, I picked it up.

But then I were like,

"bugger you." I flicked it.

Must have hit the door.

Show me how you picked it up.

Can you explain why there were
no fingerprints on the gum, Ben?

Dunno.

Maybe you didn't
look hard enough.

Can you tell me what you were
doing on Tuesday night, Ben?

[Sighs]

I were in me room till 9:00.

Watching TV.

Then I went down the pub
near mine, had a few pints,

flirted with that
little barmaid,

went home,

wanked,

passed out.

We've spoken to
the auntie, and Carla,

who goes by the name of
Kennedy, after her birth father,

is very much not dead.

She's 30 years old,

and, according to the
national insurance database,

living in rochdale,
studying nursing at college.

Someone needs to pay
this long lost daughter a visit.

Like, now.

Has Gill said anything to
you about retiring again?

She said four
months, months ago.

Not that I want her out. I
just want to be prepared.

She hasn't said a word to me.

Mmm? Remarkably
tight-lipped on some subjects.

Janet: Mmm.

When it's about her life,
no over-disclosure there.

[Both chuckle softly]

Do you think she's been
acting a bit weird lately?

I think she's tired.

The night she let on that you
were first choice for sergeant,

she'd been drinking at her desk.

What?

I smelt booze on
her the other morning.

Right.

But, do you think
it's a problem?

I don't think we're talking gin
bottles in the lampshade, but...

Maybe she's...
Feeling the pressure,

feeling like every case is the
one that she'll be remembered for.

Do we need to be
mentioning this to somebody?

Well, hopefully she'll go
before it comes to that.

Yeah, but we need to find
out what she's planning.

Yeah.

Carla, I'm detective
sergeant Rachel Bailey

from Manchester metropolitan
police major incident team.

This is my colleague,
detective constable Janet...

Can we go outside
so I can smoke?

Thank you. Thanks.

Your aunt dawn says that you
were estranged from your mother.

That your mother
put you into care.

Care?

A residential drugs programme.

She didn't care for me.

I cared for me.

It wasn't until I was
in me flat last year,

the kitchen caught on
fire, 'cause of some...

Shit I'd left on the cooker
and I barely got out.

That's when I started rehab
properly, that's what it took.

God took care of me.

When did you last see her?

Years ago.

I rang her once.

But...

She said, "I've
already buried you."

Can you imagine saying
that to your own daughter?

It is a strange thing
for a mother to say.

Carla, we'd like you to
come in to the station with us,

give us some DNA
samples and fingerprints.

Can I come tomorrow?

There's somewhere
I've got to be now.

Rachel: [Sighs] Okay.

Look. Here's my card,
it's got the address on,

but we will expect
to see you tomorrow.

Sweet.

I've always wanted
to be fingerprinted.

[Knocking]

Janet, come in.

Simon's gone to see his
aunt dawn in newcastle.

We've given him time off school.

Yeah, I've come to collect a
copy of his school file, actually.

Oh, of course.

Eleanor, I've been, erm...

Hearing some rumours, of, erm...

Trouble. At a party, recently.

Oh? Well, please sit.

I won't be two ticks.

I'm a little bit
uncomfortable about it.

Erm, both as Simon's
family liaison officer

and as a parent with
daughters at this school, and...

One in your home. Erm...

Also, er...

I know it's entirely natural,
but I'm not comfortable about it.

And since I know, I think
it's only right that you know.

And since, presumably, it's
happening under your roof.

Erm, so that, er, we can
find a way, with aid, to...

Tackle it together.

I'm not sure what you mean.

I mean sex.

In my house?

Alfie and Elise, Eleanor.

[Sighs]

My son's not having sex
with your daughter, Janet.

Anywhere.

I can assure you.

Oh, I'm sorry, I...

[Stammering] I must have
got the wrong end of the stick.

No. No, I'm sure you haven't.

And I'm not surprised Elise
has led you to believe that.

I'm glad you mentioned it,

because Alfie's become
increasingly uncomfortable

with the way she
dotes on him, and...

And doesn't make any
attempt to hide her feelings,

even though, I'm afraid,
they're unreciprocated.

Oh, well, if you have a problem

with Elise's behaviour
in your home,

you really need to speak to Ade.

Oh, I have.

He just says it's
a schoolgirl crush.

And he really wants
Elise to stay with us.

He doesn't seem to
see how it affects Alfie.

It's extremely
awkward for everyone.

Eleanor, Elise is entitled to have
a crush on whoever she wants.

If you and Alfie
can't handle it,

then please send her home.

I'll just copy
this file for you.

Sorry.

At least she's not
sleeping with him.

She's in love with
him and he hates her.

Nobody said "hate."

They're all laughing at her.

I thought that she'd
chosen Ade over me,

so I was selfishly a little bit
pleased that it was about a boy,

more than anything, but I...

I'm gonna have to
get her out of there.

You can't interfere.
Then she'll hate you.

You can't stop how she feels.

[Sighs]

Are you excited about tonight?

Too tired to think about it.

Wait a minute. You
said two weeks ago,

quote, unquote,

"we're coming out, will
and I. I even bought a frock."

[Laughs]

He's just getting his
long service medal.

And it will be full of wives.

Are you gonna let what
Godzilla said to you bother you?

I don't give a stuff
what she thinks

- about me and will.
- [Mobile ringing]

Mitch.

Yeah.

Right.

The drug programme attended
by Carla Kennedy in 2013

was also attended
by Ben townsley

for his parole requirement.

The guy we interviewed
about the gum.

So they know each other?

Well, they must do. They were
there together for three weeks.

Well, get her in. Why
isn't she here already?

She's coming in
tomorrow to give samples.

Well, use the time to dig.

Draw up an interview strategy.

'Course.

I've got to nip out.

I'm out this evening.

- Good luck.
- Good night.

Guess I'll see you at the do.

[Sighs]

[Line ringing]

Will: Hi, this is will. I'm
afraid I can't take your call,

but if you leave a
message, I'll get back to you.

[Beep]

Will, erm...

Look...

I can't get away.

Thing is, Godzilla has
asked me to prepare...

Well, to set this interview
strategy for Janet for the morning.

And, well, she's going
herself, you know,

to your function.

Janet's having a
domestic with her daughter.

It's... well, it's all
been left to me, so...

[Sighs] Look, it's
a bugger, I'm sorry.

I'll speak to you later.

Good luck.

Can you tell me about your
relationship with Ben townsley?

We were both at Dean house.

Were you having a sexual
relationship with Ben?

Men and women
have separate dorms.

Is that a yes or a no, Carla?

No.

So, erm, how would you describe
your relationship with Ben?

We passed each
other in corridors.

- Did you ever speak to him?
- Directly?

Yes.

Mmm, we had our
bpd group together.

Bpd? Can you clarify
what you mean?

It's a therapy term,

borderline personality disorder.

So, what would have been
discussed in this therapy group?

I don't see how
that's your business.

I'm not asking you to
disclose anything private, Carla,

I'm just trying to work out what
might have happened to your mother.

For instance, I'm wondering if
you might have inadvertently given

mr townsley information about
your mother and her husband

within the therapy group.

'Course I talked about them.

Everyone talks about
their arsehole parents.

That's what you do. That's
how you make peace with it.

And Ben's got his own
issues, with his own life, that...

I'm not gonna talk about.

Okay, Carla, so,

not disclosing
the therapy itself,

might you have mentioned
the pub they ran, the name of it,

or the address?

No.

In these therapy sessions,

how did Ben townsley strike you?

He was angry. Climbing walls.

Stares at me.

I need water.

Why don't we take a break?

I'm not gonna have
to see her, am I?

Your mother's been identified.

Good.

I don't want to see her.

I think she's hiding something,

but whether it's to do with
her or him, I don't know.

Where are we up to with Ben?

Cctv in the pub Ben
was in on Tuesday night,

and the girl behind the
bar, both confirm his account

from 9:15 P.M. until 12:30 A.M.

So far the search team has found
nothing incriminating in his room.

He's got no stuff
in there at all.

No signs of life, as it were.

Ben's been good since 2007,

so why offend again
now for 1,200 quid,

when he knows he
goes straight back to jail?

It's a grubby amount of
money to kill two people for,

but he's always taken
big risks for small rewards.

Crime's a habit for him.

Maybe Carla spurned his advances

and it's some kind of revenge?

I'm thinking she didn't
spurn his advances

and it's joint enterprise.

She's got the
parental abuse issues.

And the combination to the safe.

Chris: Who would give a drug-taking
teenager the combo to a cash safe?

Maybe they didn't
give it to her?

The combo was Simon's
birthday, so, dead easy.

- Is Carla being fingerprinted?
- She's down there now.

Let's stall her.

Rachel, see if we can get
an urgent oral authorisation

for some directed
surveillance for her.

If she and Ben are
in a relationship now,

after she leaves here is when
she's likely to contact him.

We can think about
getting a written authority

to keep an eye on
Ben later if we need it.

Who authorises the urgent?

Detective super Pemberton.

He got an award last
night, you might have heard.

He'll be in a good mood.

- Hiya.
- Officer: Ma'am.

Can we go to someone
else for the authority?

When you've got friends
in such high places?

- Don't.
- Rachel, he's been allocated

as our authorising officer.

I didn't see you last night.
Were you hiding at the back?

You...

You said you didn't
want it to affect my job.

I had work to do.

Is there a problem I need to know
about? Have you two fallen out?

I just prefer not to
ask him for a favour.

Fine. I'll phone him,

but next time, Rachel,
you're on your own.

Hey, I was right, this
is affecting your job.

What's the hold up?

We're waiting for buccal swabs to
be sent over from another syndicate.

We've run out. Could
you sit down, please?

[Ratttling]

Well, I've really gotta go.

Where do you need to go, Carla?

I've got college.

I need a smoke.
I've got lots of things.

What?

Carla, you seem very agitated.

My mother was
executed for god's sake.

And I need to wee. Okay?

Thanks, will. I really
appreciate that.

Thank you. Bye.

[Beep]

Was that okay?

There's a full surveillance team

about to start a
training exercise

down the road at openshaw.

He's asked their
trainer to divert to us.

They'll need somebody to
ride shotgun. It should be you.

Get some lifestyle.
And house Carla.

But we must follow up with
written authorisation asap.

- Boss.
- Yeah?

I was just wondering when...

Don't you have to give 30
days' notice before you retire?

Why? Can't wait
to be shot of me?

No. No, the opposite.

I'm worried about what's
gonna happen when you go.

To be a sergeant without you.

Okay. Point taken.

Erm, you need to go.

Can we come back to this?

[Speaking inaudibly]

[Clattering]

[Knocking]

We've got an eyeball on her.

House on colwell
Avenue, number 14.

O-l-1-3-d-w. She
went straight there.

Thanks, rach.

14, colwell Avenue.

Yeah, it's on the
pnc and our systems,

resident known
to us as a dealer.

[Knocks]

Gill, Carla's gone to a
house, some kind of drugs den.

- Not Ben's?
- Mark britton is his name.

Known dealer, previous for
assault. Shall we bring him in?

Let's make use of the
surveillance while we've got it.

House Carla, back to hers.

But let's draw up plans for
a dawn raid at Mark britton's.

See what he knows about Carla.

And if he is dealing,
arrest him while you're at it.

Right.

So, was it all right last night?

The food was better
than I remembered.

[Sighs]

[Line ringing]

[Line disconnects]

Elise on recording:
Leave a message for Elise.

[Exhales]

[Mobile ringing]

Anything happening?

We followed her back to
her flat on thornwood street

and she's been at the window
ranting to herself for the last two hours.

Has will still not called?

I haven't checked.

Keeping yourself busy, then?

[Sighs] Where are you?

Just about to get into
my car and go home.

All right, see you.

Bye.

Looks like Carla's been
put to bed for the night.

We've been here
for over two hours.

She's not going
anywhere by the looks of it.

I suppose we have housed her.

I'll never get the
overtime signed off.

I'll get the night crew to give
passing attention to her flat.

All teams, stand down.

Hi.

Do you want some company?

It's after half 11, rach.

You didn't answer my text.

I rode shotgun in
a plumber's Van

for eight hours on
that surveillance.

You know, they
actually wee in a bottle.

- Are you okay?
- Tired.

[Sighs] Yeah, well,
it's been all-consuming.

So, where is this medal?

In its box.

Will...

I'm really sorry.

About last night, I
just... I couldn't get away.

We both know that
doesn't stack up.

Sorry?

Give me some credit, rach.

If you want to go
out, just say so.

Don't blame work.

I'm not blaming. If I didn't
do it, nobody else would.

Janet can set her own strategy.

You could have
checked in the morning.

There were other
things I needed to do.

I needed to allocate
actions, review things...

I couldn't just let
the investigation stall

because I wanted to go out.

You didn't want to
go out is the point.

That's bollocks.

You spending two
hours at that function

wouldn't have
impacted on any actions.

If you'd said,

"I have to finish by
7:00 for will's ceremony,"

everyone would
have said, "fine."

No, they'd have said,
"who the hell is will?"

[Scoffs] Yeah, well...

If you'd been open
about us from the start...

[Will sighs]

This wasn't just about you

showing your face
for my sake, rach.

It was meant to be for us.

The job comes first.

Other things have to fall away.

You let a lot of things fall
away from what I gather.

God, Christ, will...

I've said I'm sorry, so
can we just move on?

I was sleeping 10 minutes ago.

You're the one who showed up at
my door asking me what's wrong.

I don't like things
like... Dressing up.

Because I think it's daft
and I'm no bloody good at it.

Nobody likes it.

But you get there, everyone
is dressed up and it's a laugh.

Yes, except everybody's
staring at me, saying,

"there she goes, climbing
that ladder in a red frock."

Yeah, people that wanna say
that are actually gonna say it.

And other people will say,
"hey, she's where she is

"because she's bloody clever."

And you gave us authorisation
for that surveillance

without making us wait
and without an application.

Oh, Rachel,

I am too tired to do this now.

Would you rather I'd refused?

No.

So, people might think
things, it's what they do.

They're gonna think about you
sneaking around too when they find out.

Now, if you really
cared what people think,

you wouldn't keep us secret.

I wish you wouldn't put
so much pressure on me.

What pressure, Rachel?

I don't want to marry you. I
don't even want you to move in.

I would just like to be
able to see you occasionally

outside of our bedrooms!

Well, I'm here. I'm here now

and all you seem to be
doing is shouting at me.

No, no, see, I'm being
reasonable for 11:40 at night.

But you don't like it
'cause you're a teenager.

I'm... I'm going to bed.

I will speak to you tomorrow.

So you left?

Oh, it's just a
stupid row. It's fine.

Rach, what did you say?

[Sighs]

And what does that make you?

Some dirty old man?

Any luck with Carla's dealer?

- What's he saying?
- He's not.

Just waiting for a solicitor.

We found speed,
cannabis, ecstasy,

five grand in cash, three
phones, latex gloves.

He's cutting speed
with bath salts.

Any gun?

No, but we caught him trying
to flush his stash down the bog.

Too bad he didn't swallow it.

Dealers, they're all scum.

How do you know
Carla Kennedy, Mark?

- She buys whizz from me.
- Whizz?

Phets. Amphetamines.

Wraps. Five a day.

But she'll snort anything.

How much does a wrap cost?

A tenner. [Sighs]

How long has Carla been
buying amphetamines from you?

Oh. Years.

Though she was off it for a
while, but lately it's most days.

So that's 50 quid a day...

That's a big habit.

How does she pay for that?

- Cash.
- Always?

Well, sometimes
she brought shit.

- What kind of shit?
- Shit.

TV, computer and that.

When was the last
time you saw her?

Wednesday.

How much did she buy Wednesday?

40 wraps.

400 quid. In cash?

She didn't pay cash.

No? How did she pay?

I'll tell you what, mate,
how about this, yeah?

What if I help you out

and then maybe
you can help me out?

Mark, you're gonna be charged.

Now, whether it's just for
possession with intent to supply

or also conspiracy to murder,

that's up to you, mate.

For the record, I didn't
know where it had come from.

She brought me this BMW.

Jackpot.

I can show you where it
is, mate. It's all locked up.

But not in one piece.
Do you get me?

Get the car. Low loader.

Full lift, full forensic
recovery. The works.

Arrest strategy for Carla.

Officer: Open up! Police!

Police!

- Police!
- Police!

Rachel: Carla! Upstairs.

- Police.
- Officer: Show yourselves.

Carla: I'm not
going! Rachel: Carla!

- Carla!
- Carla: Somebody help me!

[Carla yells]

Rachel: Get her up.

Carla Kennedy, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of murder.

[Shouting]

You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned something

which you later
rely on in court.

- Officer: I've got Ben townsley in here.
- Leave her alone!

- Get off!
- [Yells]

[Ben grunting]

[Choking] Get off
him, you bastard!

Boss, guess who's been
living in Carla's cupboard

while we've been
sat outside the house?

How did you miss that?

You just told me to house her.

I did. I didn't know
he was already inside.

Was that wrong?

Well, keep them separate.

Okay.

[Man talking
indistinctly over pa]

I need to speak to Ben.

I'm afraid you can't speak
to Ben right now, Carla.

[Crying] Please.

I need to speak to him.

I don't like this feeling. I
really don't like this feeling.

Ben is not in this building.

He's at another police station.

He's okay. The police surgeon
is on her way to see him.

Bitch.

He don't have a mum.

He doesn't have
anybody. I'm all he has.

Ian: He's off his nut.

Full-blown, drug-induced
paranoid psychosis times two.

He was playinggrand
designs in the wardrobe

using his knife to tear
plaster off the bricks

and then hiding their
drugs between them.

The custody officer called out

the police surgeons
to examine them.

He said they are not
fit to be interviewed

and need to be
left to sleep it off.

Not much fun going cold Turkey.

Anyway,

the pace clock ticks on.

- Okay, boss.
- [Line disconnects]

I shouldn't have stood
the surveillance team down.

Well, we've got 'em now.

I screwed up and Gill knows it.

"Ds Bailey, how can you justify
me giving you a dozen officers

"for another eight-hour period?"

"Twenty four people,
that's £ 5,760."

- Yes, I know. But still...
- Janet: Mmm.

[Grunts]

[Camera clicking]

Rachel: I found pat
robbinson's gym card.

Chassis numbers match.

They are just
fast-tracking the prints now.

Yeah, all right. See you soon.

Oh, god.

What?

"Dear Janet, I thought
you should know,

"Alfie's decided to go
travelling in his gap year.

"He'll be leaving
in a few weeks.

"Elise seems to have
taken the news quite badly.

"I thought it might be nice
if you could give her a ring.

"With good wishes, Eleanor."

Oh.

Bugger off, don't tell me
how to look after my daughter.

Poor Elise.

Do you fancy going for a drink?

Er, no, I want to
get home, see taisie.

Oh, well, go.

Oh, stop feeling
sorry for yourself!

You should have
gone to will's award.

You said you would.

Having him in your life
has been good for you

and you're gonna throw
that away over a dress

or Gill or whatever
you think it is, that...

[Indistinct talk on TV]

[Sighs]

- Thank you.
- Listen.

I'm sorry I snapped yesterday.

No. You were absolutely right.

I'm glad, Janet.

Every time you've snapped at me,

I've done it ten times to you.

I do know that.

Thank you.

It wasn't about you. It
wasn't even about Eleanor.

I'm just finding it extremely
challenging not to interfere with Elise,

not to just haul her out
of there to protect her.

They are sober. They've slept.

And they are in
really shitty moods,

which will no doubt
worsen when we tell them

Ben townsley's fingerprints
are all over that steering wheel.

The upside is they'll be turning
on each other within the hour,

which is ideal 'cause we've already
lost 17 hours off the pace clock.

Okay. Me, Mitch, Pete,

let's scoot down to
stockport road Nick.

Mark britton told us that you gave
him a BMW on Wednesday morning

in exchange for
40 wraps of speed.

We've recovered that BMW,

which we know belonged to
your mother and her husband.

What can you tell
me about that, Carla?

This car was last seen driving
away from the fox and hare pub

at 4:00 A.M., after your mother
and stepfather had been murdered.

[Over speaker] Can
you explain this, Carla?

What were you doing
at the pub, Carla?

A love protest.

How noble.

No comment.

When we examined the car, Ben,

we found your fingerprints
on the steering wheel.

What explanation can
you give me for that?

[Sighs]

No comment.

You can plead
your head's too sore,

but then don't use that as
an excuse for not telling me

something you
later rely on in court.

We're the last ones standing.

We've got no evidence
that either of them

were actually inside that pub.

[Pete sighs]

Unless we find
something, they're walking.

Shall we go for an
inspirational pint?

I've got an hour more of this,

then it's home to
the wife and me book.

You're still here, too?

I've made my bed, haven't I?

I see that.

I've been beating myself up.

I should have gone with you.

Yeah.

I was an idiot, will.

Yeah. You were.

But I've been thinking, Rachel,

and I've decided that
life's too short at my age,

to convince someone
to stick around.

You don't have to convince
me. I want to stick around.

Yeah, I know, but...

It's not working for me, Rachel.

[Doorbell ringing]

That'll be Rachel.

[People cheering on TV]

[Sniffling]

Oh...

[Elise crying]

[Sighs]

Hey.

Oh. Bright and early, eh?

Rachel Bailey, Manchester
metropolitan police.

Rachel: Pat's gym card.
I checked it last night.

It hadn't been used for months
until Wednesday morning.

I got the cctv from the desk

and who should
walk in at 6:30 A.M.?

Carla.

Swipes the card, goes
to the changing room,

leaves 30 minutes later with
wet hair minus a layer of clothing.

There's no cctv in
here, so management

don't know when that
locker was claimed.

You could leave your stuff for
a year and they wouldn't know.

But the point is people don't
leave their stuff for a year.

They take it out
before they go home.

I was the first
person in here today

and there was one
locker still locked.

They are stuffed. She's on cctv.

It'll take time to corroborate
that it's the same gun.

Get DNA off it.

And determine who shot who?

Well, whoever
shot him, shot her.

Think, shot at close range.

Logic says that the person
who transferred blood

from one scene to the other is the
same person who's pulled the trigger.

And of the two choices,

a man you don't know
or your long-lost daughter,

which one are you
likely to look right at

while they point a gun at
you and not hide your face?

Who would you think
you could talk sense into?

Carla shot her stepfather then
went upstairs and shot her mum.

Remind me never to have kids.

When we get back we're gonna
charge them both with murder.

- They'll get life.
- Yup.

Oh, by the way, when I
do put myself out to pasture,

which I will when I'm ready,

which is not yet,

I personally think
you'll be fine without me.

You'll know what to do.

And in the meantime, we can
keep going over things if you like.

I'll keep you under
my wing. Yeah?

Yeah. I'd like that, boss.

Rachel: Just after
6:00 this morning,

a Walker spotted a body
wedged between two rocks.

The feeling is it's suspicious.

He went out to get some nappies

and he never came back.
That was 15 years ago.

If you'd done things
bloody properly

you'd have known
about this hours ago.

They were chasing after him.

Chris: You've
done nothing wrong.

Janet!

- This is weird to tell you this now.
- What?