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So last night I did this
thing, I said this thing.

- What thing?
- Oh, this daft thing.

- I did! Last night?
- You did? What did you do?

Well, it wasn't what I
said, it was more what I...

No, go on. What did you do?

Oh, well, it was
more what I said.

I don't get this. You've spent
the last four nights at Eleanor's.

- Yeah?
- You come here to do your mucky washing

and argue with the kids,
make a mess, then you're off!

I haven't made a mess.

You've had your bike in
bits on the kitchen table.

Yeah, I put newspaper down
and I cleaned up after myself.

And I did everybody else's
washing as well as me own,

- and when have I rowed with the kids?
- Teatime.

I spent an hour
making their tea!

You'd be cross too if they were
too busy tweeting and twittering

and farting about to come to the
table when you'd called them four times!

I think you need to make a
decision about where you want to be.

Why don't you just move in
with her and have done with it?

Janet, I'm here because
you're not 90% of the time.

I thought I was helping. I thought
we were making the best of a

situation till the house sells.

I thought we were
doing really well.

Well, I'm thinking about asking
my mum to move in permanently.

She can help with the girls,
I can keep an eye on her,

and you can, you can,

do what you want.

Um... Right, yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

Have a... Have a word with
Dorothy and see what she says.

I don't even know
why I started on him.

He's been very good, actually.

Yeah, well, it's no
fun for you, is it?

Being left on your own
every night while he's off

having it off with someone else.

Well, no, quite. I mean, not that I
want to be having it off with him.

- God no.
- But... Yep, just...

- No, I know.
- How about you?

Your phone's ringing!

Answer it then!

Dozy sod.

Hello. Suzie?

Hold on. Rach!

What?

Actually, I think you got
the wrong number, pal.

No, it's...

Well, it's not anyone's
called Suzie, put it that way.

Ta-ra.

- Oh, who was it?
- Wrong number.

He wanted somebody called Suzie.

It was only that talentless
plank I shagged in the hotel room.

- Oh, shit!
- I know. I must've been so pissed.

I gave him a made-up name, but
then gave him a proper phone number.

God, you really
are, aren't you? Daft.

Right...

Straight faces.

Daniel? I'm Detective
Sergeant Scott,

this is Detective
Constable Bailey.

And I'm sorry to be meeting you
under such difficult circumstances.

- Are we looking at a break-in?
- No, nothing.

- Who found him?
- The son.

Eighteen.

I was cross with him

when I got there.

I thought he'd forgotten to
turn up, like we'd arranged,

and then I assumed he wasn't
answering his phone on purpose

'cause... cause he
couldn't be arsed.

It never occurred to me
he might be in trouble.

Describe to me what
happened when you arrived.

I let myself in.

I was going to leave a note saying
"Where the hell were you yesterday,

"you selfish..."

And, erm...

I thought it was paint.

All across the ceiling.

I thought vandals,
idiots, morons

breaking in, throwing
red paint everywhere.

God knows why I thought that.

It wasn't till I saw him

lying there...

The penny dropped.

And I realised
that it was blood.

What did you do next?

I got my phone

and rang 999.

Has my mother not got here yet?

- Not that I'm aware of.
- No.

Someone will let us
know when she arrives.

So going back, the last time that
you spoke to your dad was when?

Saturday teatime.

Did you speak or text?

Spoke.

And he, he was fine.

- All right, boss?
- Mmm.

- Our Sammy's got engaged.
- Has he?

- He's 19.
- Oh, right, is she not...

No, she's fantastic! I love her.

She's brainy, she's sorted,
sweet-natured, she's pretty.

Pretty enough. I just keep
thinking it's too good to be true.

- Is there a car in the garage?
- No. Nothing.

Don't tell me a twat this rich
doesn't drive a big flashy car.

Where's his mobile?

Where's his wallet?

Sarah Gallagher?
I'm Rachel Bailey,

I'm a detective constable
with the Major Incident Team.

I'm going to be your
family liaison officer.

That means I'm here to support
you and to keep you informed

as to how the
investigation's going.

I'm sorry that we're meeting in
such unhappy circumstances.

I don't even know
what's happened.

The pair that told me seemed
to know next to nothing.

- Have you been offered some tea?
- No. Could we...

- Sure.
- Thanks.

I'm sorry. Is he actually dead?

I'm afraid that's... Ah, yes.

One of the paramedics pronounced
him dead at 11:30 this morning.

Would you like to...

Mrs Gallagher, your husband was
found at just after 11:00 this morning

by your son Daniel
at your house.

Our Senior
Investigating Officer,

Detective Chief Inspector
Murray is there now.

I know as soon as she gets
back she'll need to speak to you.

Is my son here?

Yes.

Have you arrested him?

No.

Two of my colleagues
are with him talking to him.

But, no, he's not been arrested.

Can I see him?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, Daniel, this is difficult.

But because you are the
person who found your dad

and, at the moment, you're the last
person that we know of who spoke to him,

we're obliged,

and this is purely a matter of
routine, you must understand that,

but we are obliged to
eliminate you from our enquiries.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Okay. So, um, after you
spoke to him teatime Saturday,

can you take us through
where you went and what you did

right up until you found
him two hours ago?

House to house. Did anyone see
somebody arriving at the house?

Did anyone see Eddie's
Aston Martin being driven away?

Did anyone hear the
garage doors being opened?

CCTV, a lot of those
houses in that area are going

to have close circuit television.
Let's not miss anything.

We believe his wallet
and his phone's missing,

so let's find out where and
when his phone was last used,

where and when his
bank cards were last used.

His car's missing. Let's just check
it's not being serviced at a garage.

His car keys also appear to be
missing, so any ANPR sightings,

any CCTV.

This is a very new Aston
Martin DB9, registration

MK12 KNH.

It's gonna stand out like Lady
Penelope's pink Rolls-Royce

unless it's been torched,
so let's monitor any cars

reported burnt out since
5:00 on Saturday teatime.

- Murder weapon?
- I think it's still out there somewhere.

The car. I mean, why
steal it just to torch it?

Not every little crim
thinks these things through.

Not when they've got an Aston
Martin key in their sweaty little hand.

They might only realise they have
to torch it after they've driven off in it.

Murder weapon, got to
be a blade of some sort.

We'll have more information on what
we're looking for after the post-mortem.

Continuing to interview
the wife and son.

I want to know everything
about this man's lifestyle.

Who his friends were, who he'd
argued with, who owed him money,

anyone he'd pissed off.

I want to know
every move he made

between 5:00 on Saturday
and 11:00 on Monday.

I want to know the last
time this man wiped his arse

and I want to know
the last time he farted.

This is either a domestic
muddled up to look like a robbery,

or he's let someone into his house
and they've killed and robbed him.

But I keep coming back
to the dressing gown.

Who do you let in in
your dressing gown?

Somebody you
know. Friends. Family.

- A neighbour.
- Somebody you trust.

- Was he having an affair?
- Lover?

A lover who robbed him.

Well, we've turned
over Daniel's flat,

we've taken clothes
from the washing machine

and we've taken what he was wearing
when he found his dad this morning.

And four pairs of trainers,
which didn't go down well.

Bit of a tantrum.

Has he given an alibi?

Sunday, Sunday night, yeah.

But Saturday night's
not great for him.

In his flat all night, watching
DVDs, playing on his Xbox, sleeping.

I'm getting a cell-site map,
see if that can locate him.

What about her? The missus.

I haven't even
said hello to her yet.

She was in Leeds. She left
Manchester 10:00 am Saturday

stayed over there Saturday and
Sunday night. I'm verifying that.

She's now staying with a
neighbour in Altrincham.

I've got the address
whenever you need it.

Uh...

Odd thing was, she asked me
have we arrested him, Daniel.

It was more or
less the first thing

that she asked
when she got here.

I mean, is that just
me or is that odd?

Detective Constable Bailey,
MIT, here to see Sarah Gallagher.

- Thanks.
- Don't pretend you're upset!

- You couldn't bloody stand him!
- Her son Danny has turned up.

They're arguing.
Can I take your coat?

- Who are you seeing?
- Sorry. Am I intruding?

- Do you know anything?
- No, not as yet.

I just came over to update
you with where we're at.

- Is there a problem?
- No.

I've got a problem with
you turning my flat inside out.

Right. You did give us
permission though, Danny.

Yeah. And what would it
have looked like if I'd said no?

And, as Sergeant Scott
explained to you, often

it's simply a matter
of routine procedure.

You better not think it's me.

I don't think anything.

Can I sit down?

Of course.

So, Ed's body has now
been removed from the house.

And he's been
taken to the mortuary,

where he'll undergo a
post-mortem examination,

which DCI Murray will attend.

- Subsequent to that...
- Can I see him?

Yeah. Sorry, I was going to say

that normally we'd ask
you to visit the mortuary

to formally identify his body.

But given that Danny
was the one that found him,

that isn't going
to be necessary.

I'd like to see him.

Yeah, sure.

I can take you there myself.

I can drive you there,
I can go in with you,

I can bring you home after,

if that's something
you'd like me to do.

Thank you.

Adrian? He's been and gone.

Did he say anything
about anything?

No. Like what?

Right, well, this is the thing.

Um, three nights a week,
more, you're round anyway

looking after the girls, right?

He's off every fart's end
he gets at bloody Eleanor's.

And, well, the
thing is I'm thinking

when the house sells...

- Oh, God.
- What?

Right, feel free to shoot this
one down in flames, okay?

But what if...

Look, why don't you just spit it out
then we'll know what we're dealing with.

Protozoa.

What if you sold your house,

bought out his half,
and came to live with us?

Hello?

Are you serious?

I don't want to move
house. I haven't got time.

Could you stand me?

I don't know. Could
you stand me?

Well, I put up with you for
18 years before once, didn't I?

Well, it wasn't all bad, was it?

No. I always thought we had a
lot of fun together, you and me.

On the whole.

Look, the thing is I wouldn't
want you to think that I'm using you

because erm...
Well, I am, I would be.

Um, I need someone. But...

It could work, couldn't it?

I mean, for all of us. You
wouldn't be on your own so much.

What do you think?

- Well, I'd love it. But...
- What?

If I sold my house,
there'd be no going back.

- Hey... Sorry.
- I know, I get that, it's a big thing.

Suppose you got married
again? You wouldn't want me here.

You know I'd never
see you high and dry.

I know that, love.

Right, well, I've
thrown it out there.

So, uh, shall we sit on it for
a bit and see if it squeaks?

If you like.

- Okay, so is that...
- Yeah.

Okay, um...

- Listen, Mum, I've got to go.
- Okay, love. Ta-ta.

Ta-ta.

I am so not cut
out to be an FLO.

I don't know how I
got through the course.

I don't even know why I applied.

Do you want to do some
house to house for me instead?

Yes, please.

Are they making
mincemeat of you, love?

Nah, they'd have to try a
bit bloody harder for that.

Have you learned anything new?

Danny was a disappointment.

She told me that
after he stormed off.

Expelled from school,
dropped out of college,

constantly on the cadge
for money off his dad.

Oh! She thinks that was why he
was meeting him on Sunday in the pub

to wheedle some wonga off him.

"Always drawn to
the wrong sorts."

Booze. Drugs.

I think he smacked her
about more than once.

I know, she's saying all this
like it's an excuse, an apology

for him mouthing off about
us turning his flat over.

Right, who can we
pair you up with?

DS Scott to PC Whittaker,

could you come to my
caravan please, you lucky boy?

Oh... Sammy's getting married.

Sammy Murray?

The lovely Orla.

- He's 19.
- It must be lurv.

Yeah, well, someone
needs to tell the lad.

Oh! Bloody hell. What
about her, poor kid?

Gill Murray as
your mother-in-law?

Now that is a nightmare
waiting to happen.

See you in a bit.

The blade's gone right
through the carotid artery.

It's a very clean cut.

There's a knife missing
from the block in the kitchen.

The smallest one. Probably
two, three inches. Japanese steel.

That'd do it.

- There were no sign of a scuffle.
- No, there wouldn't be.

The blood loss'd be too rapid.

His heart would go into arrest
within six, seven, eight seconds.

It's an efficient death.

Somebody knew
what they were doing?

I think if given what you were doing
you'd find something just as efficient

without risking dousing
yourself in evidence.

Opportunistic. Spur of
the minute. A lucky hit.

Using a weapon
that's there already,

not one you've thought
to bring with you yourself.

Someone who's
threatened, trapped,

cornered. He's a big bloke.

Maybe she's pregnant. Orla.

Have you asked?

Right, pegs on noses,
let's cut away the blubber.

He died from cardiac arrest.

But what caused that
was rapid blood loss.

The carotid artery was
severed, that's in the neck.

In layman's terms,
Mrs Gallagher,

someone slit his throat.

Someone he either let in
or who came in with a key.

Someone he felt
comfortable with.

Someone who didn't
necessarily go there to kill him

because they didn't
bring a weapon.

I'm sorry to ask this. Did Ed...

Could he...

Was he someone who
ever had a bit of a temper?

Um...

Yeah.

Yeah, he...

But he was never violent.

Ever. Never.

But, yeah, he could be very

provocative.

If he was that way out.

I mean, I've thrown
stuff at him before now.

Could you describe to me
Daniel's relationship with his father?

- So how's married life?
- Shit. On the whole.

I heard congratulations
are in order.

- Are you taking the piss?
- No.

It's nearly half eight.
Are you winding up here?

I want to be home by 11:00.

Pete's just been
talking to a fella

who was walking his dog
past here on Saturday night.

He lives next door but two.

Says he saw Danny reversing
the Aston Martin out of the drive,

- 20 past 11:00, Saturday night.
- How close was he?

He says within 20 feet.

- How well lit is it?
- It's good. I've looked.

There's a street light opposite.

How well does he know
Danny? How good's his eyesight?

He's seen him around.

He's been for drinks at
the house at Christmas.

There's absolutely no doubt
in his mind that it was Danny.

- Did Danny see him?
- He's not sure.

Said he looked away like
he didn't want to be seen.

Do we know where Danny is?

He reckoned to be
going back to his flat.

Rachel saw him earlier.

Let's get a statement
off this bloke.

Then it looks like we might be
needing to talk to Danny again.

Hey, you're home.

No, I'm in Timbuktu.

I heard a bang.

Well, it was me slamming the
door because you were snoring.

I don't snore.

Right and I'm chairman
of the United Nations!

You'd be good at that.

I'd be shit at that.

I'd be going,

"Oh, just all shoot each other
if you're going to be like that."

No, you wouldn't.
You'd wade in there, you.

Have you had a good day?

I've had a long day.

I wonder who that fella was?

Are you gonna give me any clues?

That was trying to
get hold of Suzie.

Yesterday.

I've got no idea.

I should've asked him what
number he was trying for.

I'm amazed you've even
given it a second thought.

I could call him back.

Hey, give us your phone.

It's 25 to 12:00.

Well?

So, you can't call someone
you don't know at 25 to midnight.

Why not?

What's he gonna
do? Call the police?

And what're you gonna say?

"Have you found Suzie?"

- Yeah.
- And then what?

Just...

Don't know.

Knock yourself out.

Which one was it?

I don't know, love.
You spoke to him.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it is a bit late.

I'd have said so.

Night-night.

'Night.

Did you borrow your dad's
car at all this weekend, Danny?

No, I've told you. I don't
know where his car is.

He never let me anywhere
near his f... flaming car.

I think I sat in it once,
and even then he was like,

"You better not have mud
on those shoes, Daniel."

And what would your
response be, Danny,

if I told you that a
neighbour on Saturday night

was out walking his dog
and he told us that he saw you

reversing your dad's Aston
Martin out of your dad's drive?

That's just not true.

Well... He recognised you.

Well, he must be f...
Blind because it wasn't me.

- Who said it?
- Somebody who knows you.

I wasn't at their house
on Saturday night.

I've told you, I was at my flat.

You're trying to fit me up.

Why would we want
to do that, Danny?

- We just want to find out the truth.
- To get a result.

And we've had someone tell us
they saw you leaving the house

on Saturday night in your dad's
car. We have to follow that up.

You know me and him
didn't always get along, right?

Well, so you're fitting me up.

I want a lawyer.

You're not under arrest.
You're free to leave at any time.

Right, well...

But really, Danny, if
you've got nothing to hide,

you need to be working
with us not against us.

I wasn't at their house
on Saturday night.

Do you want to be on your own?

Sarah?

No, it's fine.

I just wanted to see him.

He wasn't a bad man.

Often the opposite, really.

It's just over the years we...

- Are you married?
- Yeah.

Well, you probably haven't
been married long enough.

Ah, three months.

But I know it's not
all black and white.

We should've got divorced.

Certainly after Danny left home.

Except I've never been confident
that Danny has actually left home.

He...

We both,

me and Ed, have had
relationships outside the marriage.

But we never actually fell out.

And we both loved the house.

And it's such a big house you can
rattle around inside it happily enough

without even knowing
the other one's there.

Was Ed having a relationship
with anyone recently?

Probably.

He, erm...

About six or seven years ago

he told me, well...

I found out, I found some DVDs.

Men.

On other men.

So he told me he liked boys.

Not little boys.

Young men. Adults.

Daft thing is I
think I always knew.

I didn't mind.

I didn't care.

It didn't make any
difference to anything really.

We hadn't had sex
for a good few years.

He'd pick lads up
on Canal Street.

They have got hotels
where you can...

I know.

Though I asked him to be careful,
which I think he probably was.

And I asked him not to bring
people back to the house,

even if I wasn't there, which I
don't think he would've done.

He isn't daft.

Wasn't daft.

Sarah, sorry, but...

Is it possible he might have gone off
cruising up Canal Street this weekend?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Very likely.

Danny doesn't know
anything about this.

Okay.

Pete! In here.

Boss.

What's the lad said?

Denying being anywhere near.

Hmm...

What's this?

It's the statement I took from
the bloke walking the dog.

He identified him
off his baseball cap.

He didn't see Daniel Gallagher.
He saw a baseball cap.

He says,

"I recognised him
because of his cap."

I don't know where you trained,
but identifying someone's cap

is not identifying them.

- I...
- I was on the verge,

I was on the cusp
of raising this lad

to being a suspect last night
based on your misinformation.

How many years'
experience have you got? Eh?

You are walking on
ice this fucking thin.

I've had results
back from the lab.

They've identified 37 different
sets of fingerprints in the house.

One fingerprint we have a
match with on the database.

Andy Ibbotson.

Previous for a
burglary at knife-point

assault, shoplifting, deception.
Small-time lowlife dickhead.

That's his address. Let's
send someone round

and see if he knows
anything about anything.

Ed's bank card was used
on Saturday night at 9:36

at an ATM on Sackville Street
in the middle of Manchester.

And it was used again for
an online purchase from eBay

on Sunday night of £5.98.

Can you get me a
delivery address on that?

See if it was somewhere
other than Ed's house.

If it was, let's get some
intelligence on that address.

- Yep.
- Okay.

It was, er... It was
all Rachel's mother.

I'm not saying... The thing is

I was pissed. I must've been or
otherwise it would never have happened.

Uh...

She persuaded me
outside, she were all over me.

We were...

We were in the car park and...

- I can trust you, can't I?
- You know you can.

I had sex with her. Yeah. Me.

Go on, laugh.

Next thing I know there's a
torch in my eyes and it's her.

- No.
- The boss, yeah.

Jesus.

She's saying, "You're
aware this is a public place,

"you are aware you're
committing a lewd act."

Then she sees it was me.

I could have died. I wish I had.

I'm amazed I'm not being
flirted off to another syndicate.

I'm amazed I'm
not back on division.

And it's not just that.

It's Lynn.

I can't look her in the eyes.

She knows something's up.

Don't tell her.

It's not worth it.

Pretend it never
happened and move on

for the greater good
of your marriage.

You've had your fingers burned.
You know it'll never happen again.

Never, ever.

Is this why you've been so
shirty with Sherlock lately?

Yeah.

Which is ridiculous. I
love Rachel. She's a pal.

Yeah, well, lighten up, eh?

She'd be the first
to sympathise.

She knows better than anyone what
a poisonous lightweight her mother is.

What's his name?

Andy Ibbotson.

Number 89.

'Ello, 'ello, 'ello.

- Parked up outside the house?
- Yep.

- They haven't knocked?
- You haven't knocked?

The boy wonder nearly did,
but I managed to stop him.

- Tell them to stay put.
- Boss says stay put.

- Keep obs on the car.
- Keep obs on the car.

We'll pull together
an arrest team

a forensics team and
we'll get over there asap.

- Did you get all that?
- Yeah.

- Lee!
- He's just come out! Just now!

It's him, he's
heading for the car!

Just come out, just now, it's
him, he's heading for the car.

Go, go, go, arrest him!

- Arresting him?
- Arrest him!

Arrest him!

Andy! Andy Ibbotson?

Police! Stay where you are!

Hands behind your back! Get
your hands behind your back!

- You're under arrest.
- What for?

Andy,

can you describe to me your
relationship with Edward Gallagher?

Eddie?

I just knew him.

Where did you meet him?

So.

Up Canal Street.
On Saturday night.

He was a nice guy, nice fella.

Quiet, polite.

I can't believe he's dead.

That's weird.

But I'm telling you, when
I left him, he was fine.

Hand on heart, he
was absolutely...

He was just fine.

Can you explain to me how it is
you've got possession of his car?

I was borrowing it.

He lent it me. Just
till Wednesday.

So generous.

He wanted to give me some
money, but I'm like, "Eddie?"

So how long've you known him?

I've seen him
about once or twice.

It's the first time I'd
been with him though.

You had sex with him?

Yeah.

Where did you have sex with him?

- His house.
- So just to be clear,

you were in his house
on Saturday evening?

- Yeah.
- You met him in Canal Street.

And he took you back to
his house in Altrincham.

- Yep.
- And you had sex.

Yeah.

And then what happened?

Nothing.

Nothing.

He just...

Look, he was really
happy, relaxed.

I told him I needed to
go to Wolverhampton

to go and see my dad.

My car was in the hospital.

So he said, "It's
all right, take mine."

I even said to him, "Eddie,
I can't, it's an Aston Martin",

but he just said, "Don't be
daft. I don't need it this week".

That's what he was like.

What time did you
leave the house?

About half eleven.

- What were you wearing?
- Clothes.

Can you describe them to me?

Oh, I borrowed a hat,
a cap, a baseball cap

and a jacket.

So someone's...

He said he was
expecting his son.

Daniel is he called?

He said he was expecting
his son to turn up pissed later.

That he'd been on the
phone, laying the law down

and he won't be
surprised if he turned

up trying to throw his
puny weight around.

- But, I don't know.
- But, just to go back,

you said that Edward was
relaxed and happy when you left.

Yeah.

Well, he wasn't
frightened of him, was he?

The little twat.

Why did you run away
when you saw us?

Because you were chasing me.

Hmm. Yippee. Living
with your mother.

Well, it could tick quite a
lot of boxes for everybody.

- Do you think I'm mad?
- No.

Yeah!

- Tamsin Henshall?
- Yeah.

Manchester Met Police
Major Incident Team.

We're investigating a murder.
Have you got five minutes?

Yeah.

You can sit down if you like.

Is that your parcel?

That? No.

It's got your address on it.

I don't know whose it is.

That item was bought fraudulently
using a stolen credit card.

I don't know anything about it. I was
just gonna take it to the post office.

This isn't just about a
stolen credit card, love.

Someone's been murdered.

Someone's had their throat slit.

- I...
- Unless you can do better than

"I don't know", you're going to be
arrested on suspicion of murder.

It isn't her,

it's him.

Sorry?

Tamsin Henshall is the
sister of a Tanya Henshall.

She lives with Andy Ibbotson
at the address Lee and Kev

picked him up from.

Was she not there this morning
when we turned that place over?

Not that I know of, no.

And this isn't the first
time that it's happened.

Tanya's always getting stuff
sent to her sister's address

using stolen bank cards.

No kidding!

Did you get a phone
number for her off this sister?

Yes, I did.

Give her a ring,
find her, pick her up.

Tanya, we're investigating
the murder of Edward Gallagher.

What can you tell me about that?

- He didn't murder anyone.
- Who didn't?

Andy.

Look, he might
have nicked the card.

And the car and the
phone and the watch.

But he didn't kill no one,
he wouldn't kill no one!

He'd have told me if
he'd killed someone!

Has he nicked cards before?

Yeah.

Are Lee and Kev
still in with Andy?

Yeah.

Could you pop in there for
me and give Lee a message?

There's no need
to be embarrassed.

I'm not embarrassed.

So I'll ask you again.

What kind of sex did
you have with Eddie?

The sort you'd expect.

Can you describe it to me?

No.

I think we'll take a
break there, Andy.

Half an hour.

But just to let you know, Andy,

some of my colleagues
have been talking to Tanya,

your girlfriend Tanya.

We've picked her up.

And when we come back,

I'm going to ask you about
some of the other men

she's telling us you've
picked up in Canal Street

and stolen bank cards
and car keys from.

Okay?

All right, all right, all right.

I stole off him.

But I didn't hurt him.

I didn't touch him.

I didn't kill him.

He says they got
back to the house.

He persuaded Eddie to
take him back to the house

because he saw he had a Rolex,

which was no good
without the certificate.

So, he wanted the certificate.

They got there. Eddie
went to have a shower.

Andy took what he wanted

car keys, wallet, mobile,

the watch without
the certificate

and sneaked out.

- So no sex?
- No sex.

So Eddie thinks they're
going back to the house for sex.

Andy knows they're going
back so that he can rob him.

But then Andy's still saying
Eddie was fine when he left.

Fine as in, in the shower.

So either Andy's killed him

or somebody with a key has
gone back after Andy's gone,

Daniel possibly,
and he's killed him.

At the moment, we've got no
evidence Daniel went back there.

His car hasn't cropped
up on any CCTV?

No.

Yeah, but that doesn't
mean he didn't go back there.

Where are we up to
verifying the wife's alibi?

She's in the clear. She
was definitely in Leeds.

Who are these other blokes
who Andy's nicked stuff off?

We're trying to find out.

I'm wondering if
what he's done is

he's targeted the kind
of men who wouldn't want

to report being robbed because
they wouldn't want anyone to know

they'd been cruising
on Canal Street.

So he's a small-time con man.

So how does he end up
stabbing someone, if it was him?

How come he got the watch?

If Eddie went off
to have a shower

and that's when Andy
sneaked out with the other stuff,

wallet, car keys, mobile,

you'd leave that
stuff lying around.

But your watch you
wouldn't take that off

until you went
into the bathroom.

You might do. A posh Rolex.

Have we got the watch?

We've recovered a
Rolex from Andy's house.

We can verify if it's Eddie's
once we've located the certificate,

or from DNA, if we have to.

Have we sent it to the lab?

If he took it off him
after he stabbed him,

it might have blood on it.
Even if he's tried to clean it.

If it's got a metal strap, it'll have
all sorts of nooks and crannies.

That'd put him in the room after
the murder's happened. Good.

Let's do that.

How thick is that, though?

To murder someone and then
let your girlfriend use his bank card

and park his Aston Martin
at the front of your house?

I hate to break it to you,
Kevin, but 99.9% of the time

we're dealing with
people who are thick.

It's a point though. If he's
been dealing with blokes

who'd be too embarrassed to
report him for stealing stuff from them,

he's not going to worry too
much about hiding stuff, is he?

Not if he has been
getting away with it.

You mean, which would suggest
he did leave Eddie alive and well.

Let's keep talking to Andy,
let's keep talking to Tanya,

let's fast track the
watch to the lab.

Were there any results from
the lab on Danny's clothes?

No. Nothing. Clean.

How's the missus?

Um... Yeah, she's...

I was gonna pop by and
see her after we finished here.

Sarah? It's Rachel.

Thanks.

Jesus, Sarah. What happened?

- Danny.
- Why?

- Why not?
- Yeah, but...

He gets frustrated.

He gets angry. So, of course,
he has to take it out on someone.

Frustrated with us?

Well, yeah.

With everyone thinking it's him.

So he takes it out on you.

He's frightened.

We've had a development
today. Can I sit down?

Sorry. Yeah, course.

When...

When we met yesterday,

when you arrived at the station,

one of the first things you asked
me was, "Has he been arrested?"

Danny.

Could I ask you why,
why you thought that?

Because I wouldn't
put it past him.

Hello.

Are you doing owt?

- Nope.
- Me neither.

I'm just watching telly.

Uh! It's all rubbish.

So what did you want?

Nothing. I'm just ringing
you 'cause I'm bored.

Yes! Bingo. Hallelujah!
God, I'm good!

Results from the lab,
ladies and gentlemen.

Microscopic traces of Ed's
blood inside the strap of the Rolex

and on Andy
the-little-twat's trainers.

Do you fancy popping downstairs
and putting it to him, Mr Broadhurst?

I would love to.

See what lovely flights of
fancy he comes up with this time.

- Well done, kid.
- I'll go and tell Sarah.

Sure.

- Have you got time to come with me?
- Why?

- Hello?
- Danny? It's Detective Constable Bailey

and Detective Sergeant Scott
from MMP. Have you got a minute?

Yes, I'll be down.

I wonder what happened?

Why does a small-time con artist
end up slitting someone's throat?

Well, Ed's dead and Andy
isn't speaking to us, so...

Maybe Ed wasn't
taking no for an answer.

If Andy's plan wasn't to have
sex, maybe Ed trapped him.

And Ed was a big bloke.

Maybe.

What's up?

Nothing.

Ours not to reason why,
ours just to catch the bastards.

You don't always
get neat answers.

As long as we can prove who
did what, who gives a toss why.

Do you not wanna know?

No.

I'm too long in the
tooth and life's too short.

Hello, Danny. We've charged
a man with your father's murder.

Yeah, I know. My
mum said, she rang me.

Oh, good.

And now I'm arresting you
for assaulting your mother.

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

if you do not mention
when questioned

something you
later rely on in court.

Do you want to
get some shoes on?