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INDISTINCT CHATTER

Hey, Kelvin. It came today.

Powers that be. Sorry, Kelvin.

Screw you an' all, Joseph Ward. Move, lad!

Can't save 'em all, Mr B.

One, two, three, Mr B!

THEY LAUGH That's a cracker.

Also, we got you a card, Mr B.

I got all the lads to sign it. Ah.

Happy birthday, Mr B.

Thanks, lads. Have a good one, big man.

CAR ENGINE STARTS Take care, lads. Mind how you go.

Look at that. HE CHUCKLES

Look who it is.

See you, lads. Dad.

We're already late. Hi. Hi, Joseph.

Hey, how you doing? You all right? Yeah, good.

Good to see you. You forgot, didn't you?

Ah, the birthday drinks? Hell, yes.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Happy birthday. Happy birthday, Peter.

Come on, get it down you. It's not a toy.

Happy birthday, Peter.

Double Laphroaig, one cube of ice, right?

I was hoping we could catch up.

Er, now really isn't the time, Natasha.

To discuss our community's safety?

No, not really. Really?

No thefts?

Delinquents roaming the village unsupervised?

They are supervised.

Criminals busting to work at your garden centre.

We're changing lives. You're changing this village.

I'm not... I'm not... I'm not the only one who thinks so.

Can I get you a drink, Ms Scope?

You know, I think that's a really good idea.

Your obsessive drive to save every lost boy

the government dumps on us, it's taking over this village.

It's irresponsible.

I'm responsible.

I'm taking responsibility for all of them. Yeah.

OK, that's enough. Come on, Dad. Let's go.

Peter, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Look...

Well done, you've ruined his birthday. Thanks for that (!)

Mr B, come on!

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Mmm.

KEYBOARD CLACKS

PHONE CHIMES

THUNDER RUMBLES

Peter?

Peter!

Peter?

SHE GASPS

No! Peter!

Oh, my God!

GRACE OVER PHONE: 'No, I'm not doing that.

'Looked in the car? Checked under the seat?

'Cos they're not in the flat, Mum. I've looked.'

I put them in my coat pocket, like always, Grace.

You just need to go over it again.

Start with my black winter coat.

'Er, no, because I'm not your junior officer,

'and I have a life.

'Just buy some new gloves up there.

'There must be clothes shops in the countryside.

'Anyway, look, it's summer.

'I've got to go. I've got another call.'

Who's that? Is that Grace? Mm-hm.

'Sup Grace? How's it going?

'Sup, Chet? Yep, I'm good.

'Mum? See you Wednesday, 11:45.'

OK. LINE DISCONNECTS

OK. Bye, Grace. Ha.

What's, er... What's Wednesday?

Uni interview.

I'm taking her. Wow.

So, boss, what is the plan between now and 11:45 Wednesday?

CAR ENGINE STARTS

PHONE RINGS Morning, ma'am.

LEIGHTON: 'Harper, Ellis, are you there yet?

'CSI's waiting. Clock's ticking, Ells.

'Ashenham's a small unit.

'The boss, DS Oliver, recently got promoted.

'Moved back to the area a couple of months ago.'

Ley, you have not dragged me 200 miles to baby-sit some DS

who's been on the force nearly as long as me.

Er, boss...

"Head of Ashenham Council denounces crimewave

"as government offender pilot is extended."

Could be, what, angry villager gone vigilante?

'Well, that sounds a bit dramatic.' Yeah.

Not as dramatic as someone on a flagship scheme killing the boss.

'Which is why the minister is concerned.

'So, are you there yet?'

CHATTER

That's not right. I know.

They shouldn't be here. They shouldn't. They're criminals.

They oughtn't to be here.

CHATTER

OFFICER: Right, I'm just gonna need you all to step back, please.

OFFICER 2: Thank you very much.

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

DCI Ellis? Mm.

DS Harper? Yeah.

DS Oliver. Sorry. Bit of a situation here.

Orders were to wait for you.

The bus for the offenders is late.

DS Harper will get them off site. Yeah.

Walk me through the scene. Ma'am.

Thank you.

His ex, Natasha Scope, discovered the body.

Said she arrived to find the door unlocked.

It's not unusual in Ashenham,

but she said she was worried to find it open.

No sign of forced entry. Mm.

Oh, Jesus. Pft! Bleach.

This one's been bleached. This one's only washed.

Mm.

DCI Ellis, er, he's upstairs.

Minor bruising.

Possibly defensive.

Faint petechiae.

Livor mortis.

Huh, a game cartridge? "Ghoul Mayhem"?

Call in the CSIs.

Be hard pushed to find any physical evidence, but...

Sorry, er...

maybe I'm not seeing what you're seeing?

Look at him. Shirt pulled up. Hair on end.

Someone dragged the sheets from under him.

Was with him as he died or soon after,

which makes this a crime scene.

But there's no sheets in here.

90 degrees at two hours and 42 minutes.

They're still damp, the sheets and the pillowcases.

Our best hope of DNA, which the killer took the time to boil wash.

Right, then, you can all smell the bleach.

Someone who knew what they were doing

scrubbed the house of prints and DNA.

Let's hope they missed a spot.

Victim's on the bed, clothing in disarray,

so we can't rule out sexual assault.

I want inch by inch photographs before you bag evidence.

His phone wasn't on him.

Let's find it. Mm.

And fingerprint this. CSI: Yes, ma'am.

The glasses are clean,

but there's a mug in the dishwasher they may have missed.

OK.

ACC Leighton said you moved back to the area a couple of months ago.

I don't know if you knew the victim.

I know everyone who lives in a 15-mile radius.

I'd be out of a job if I couldn't investigate my neighbours.

DCI Ellis, anything you need, I'll get it for you.

This is Natasha Scope, who... Who found the victim.

Let's go somewhere quiet.

I can imagine what you've heard about Peter and me.

Well, I gather it's on social media.

Our row.

As head of Ashenham Parish Council,

you had reservations about the scheme.

You argued with Mr Barron at his birthday drinks on Saturday,

and you had a relationship with the deceased.

We'll need your prints and DNA, Ms Scope.

Yeah, they must be all over the house.

SHE SIGHS

Everything leaves its mark.

Right?

Mm.

I knocked yesterday afternoon around three to... apologise.

There was an emergency parish meeting that I needed him to attend.

You dropped in for a coffee? Yeah.

No, erm...

he was there but didn't let me in.

I put the invite in a card,

and we all waited for him at the Parish Hall last night, but...

Describe the card for me.

It had lovebirds on it.

We did love each other once. NATASHA SIGHS

We were on the same side, you know, Peter and I.

SHE SNIFFLES

It's why I went back this morning.

Oh, God...

Come on, fellas, on the bus.

This is a crime scene. Let's clear it, eh?

Come on, lads, get a move on. You heard what the officer said.

Hey, you're on the bus with the others, mate.

No, no, I'm not one of them. Not any more.

I'm the manager.

I need to have a word with you, please.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Boss, this is Joseph Ward, manager and friend of the victim.

Excuse me.

He says that the probation officer in charge of the ex-offenders

was a no-show this morning.

Chris Ellerson.

He's actually responsible for the lads, and we can't reach him.

Which is why nobody called it in when this guy didn't turn up.

It's Kelvin Jones. Gone since Saturday.

Convictions include vehicle theft, ABH, B&E.

He's been with us a while. Scouse. Clever.

He found out on Saturday that he was being transferred,

and it made him quite upset.

Mr B had a soft spot for him. But you didn't?

If you can help us understand Mr Barron's movements,

his general state of mind.

Mr B was the best man I know.

He changed my life.

Start the search for young Mr Jones. Yep.

And do a welfare check on the probation officer, Ellerson.

We'll need to interview him. Yeah. Good luck with that.

I'll have someone meet you

and bring you up to speed on the Ellersons.

A list of Peter's family, friends.

Just his daughter, Avery. She's a teacher.

We tried to reach out to her before news of this got out,

but she's on a field trip.

Ash Tor. No reception. Sorry. PHONE RINGS

JOSEPH: Detective?

You wanted to know how Peter had been recently, right?

Mm-hm. Well, he'd not been himself.

Missing work.

Was he busy somewhere else? Was...?

Dealing with the grief he was getting over this scheme.

I thought...

Anyway, anything else you need from me, please...

Thank you.

What's next, boss? A search for Kelvin Jones?

No. First, we tell Avery Barron that her father's been murdered.

DIALLING TONE

Ley? LEIGHTON: 'You got an update?'

Yeah. 'OK.'

Tell your minister she should be concerned.

Peter Barron was murdered.

HARPER: Hanging around to wash the sheets seems pretty bold.

It's a Godfather move. Erm...

Don't tell me you've never seen The Godfather?

It's on my list. Jesus, Chet!

It's on my list, boss! All right, all right.

Michael Corleone, stand-up war hero. Yeah.

But with his Mafia father's life at risk,

he's forced to kill a crooked police officer.

Clemenza, his father's lieutenant, talks Michael through the murder.

How to kill a man in public and get away with it.

It's all about hiding the evidence in plain sight.

So, the gun is taped for prints, and Clemenza says,

"Michael, you've got to leave the murder weapon at the scene."

He drops the gun from his hand, unnoticed.

The sheets, pillowcases. They're our murder weapons?

Mm-hm. Gotcha.

And our killer left them where they wouldn't be noticed.

So, we are looking for a middle-aged film buff.

You are looking for a slap, DS. HE CHUCKLES

Can you give me a hand?

So, lichen is like a relationship.

Or as my dad always says,

"Lichen's like-a-livin' in a village."

THEY CHUCKLE

So, based on what we've already established,

who does what in a lichen colony?

Anyone?

The algae feed fungi, who build houses for the algae to live in.

Yes, Jade. Very good.

And what else makes lichen special? Anyone?

It's poikilohydric.

But, erm, Miss...

Sorry to interrupt, Ms Barron, but I was hoping to speak to you.

About what? What...? What's going on?

All right, kids, back to the bus.

Can we all follow her back to the bus? Thank you.

Mind your step. Don't slip, OK?

All headed to the van.

Follow our TA, Ashley. Come on, guys.

Dad was consistently extraordinary, and...

...that's why everyone loved him.

Un-Until he... Until the work scheme.

People hated him for being more loving, more kind.

For putting every fibre of his being into changing lives for the better.

It's not "people", more of a...

...one-woman campaign by his ex.

That's Natasha Scope? Mm.

Did she tell you about his birthday?

Half the pub saw how she went for Dad.

If Joseph wasn't there to calm things down...

Ms Barron, I understand how you feel.

No, you don't, you don't.

But I'm telling you, even if Natasha didn't kill my father,

she is the reason that he's dead.

Ms Barron seems pretty sure we've got our man... or woman.

Ms Scope's not the one who went missing the morning of the murder.

Tell me about Chris Ellerson.

Probation officer, no-show today.

Moved from London eight months ago with wife Pippa

and son Archie, who's 15.

Mm-hm. Previously a senior civil servant at the DOJ.

Whoa. That is some career down-size.

Here we are. "Small unit," Leighton said.

This is more like Postman Pat.

Is this our Ellerson go-between?

DCI Ellis? DS Harper?

PC Suravi Kareem. I've spoken to Mr Ellerson.

Everyone's safe at home. OK, jump in.

DOOR CLOSES I'm the family contact.

Er, was.

Given the delicacy of the situation...

Sorry, "the delicacy of the situation"?

Their son? Archie's vulnerable. Right.

There was an incident in London.

Someone spotted him in a park, acting strange, as they saw it.

Called the police on him.

The police overreacted.

So their son's afraid of us,

and they're scared it will happen again, only worse,

so they moved up here.

DS Oliver wanted us to cover ourselves

in case there was another incident with Archie.

He kind of pushed children's services

for an Emergency Protection Order.

Whoa. Heavy-handed much, yes? Yeah.

Well, no, I mean, there were red flags for CPS -

missed appointments, that kind of thing.

Then the boss turned up out of sorts for the hearing, Thursday.

Judge ruled against us.

I've called ahead, but they're under no obligation to let us in.

Let's get that dashcam checked

and have CSI take a sample of the paint

at the entrance to Peter Barron's.

OK.

DCI Ellis and DS Harper want to talk to Chris about work.

It's not about Archie.

You weren't at work today, Mr Ellerson?

No, the alarm didn't go off. I overslept.

We've had a few rough nights lately, haven't we, Archie?

CONSOLE CHIMES

Sleep deprivation can be brutal.

I hardly know what day it is. Today is Monday 23rd of June.

Suravi can take Archie into another room, Ms Ellerson.

Er, Archie?

I hear you've got some old David Attenborough DVDs?

One of your offenders is missing, Mr Ellerson - Kelvin Jones.

Oh, him.

Yeah, he's a tricky little...

And his employer, Mr Barron, was found dead this morning.

Christ Almighty.

That scheme, you said it was dangerously understaffed.

It's a decent bit of policy.

"Well-intentioned but misguided," you said,

like Peter Barron and his charity.

It was an accident waiting to...

I just mean Chris has been working all hours to keep that mess afloat.

Has Kelvin done a bunk before? I mean, not that I'm aware of.

And has he made any friends in the area?

I wouldn't know.

The offenders' personal lives aren't...

Not your concern.

What, with Archie, I doubt either of you

have had headspace for much else lately.

So, when was the last time you saw Mr Barron?

Er... Er, Tuesday.

He wasn't in Wednesday.

Thursday... we were at your court hearing.

Fridays, I'm in the office.

And you've no knowledge of his movements since then?

It's not my responsibility to keep tabs on the local millionaire.

No. Just on Kelvin Jones.

I see your car's had a bump recently.

I don't, I...

I think you should leave now

so I can inform our solicitor of this harassment.

First, our parental choices are criticised.

Now this.

I am the last person to criticise your parenting, Ms Ellerson.

I know that when your kid's in trouble, or sick,

you make choices, make them work.

And when things don't go to plan, which they never do,

you do whatever it takes to fix them.

But this is a murder investigation,

so you should know that I am going to do whatever it takes to solve it.

Whoa. Let's party like it is 1999, by the Artist Formerly Known As...

SURAVI: Everything here's been tested.

The only prints are the victim's and Ms Scope's,

so we'll index the laptop and send it off to Digital Forensics.

Send it off? For... For how long?

And... And where's, er... where's Peter's phone?

Well, I'm guessing they didn't find it?

Oh, God.

Well, Peter Barron didn't believe in locking doors.

Or passwords, apparently. Hmm.

Device turned off.

Last known location...

...is Mr Barron's house. Mm-hm.

Someone's switched it on since then, and it's just around the corner.

Come.

Police! Hey!

Who else is here?

Just my daughter, upstairs. Come!

Where? First door on the left.

Look, hang on, what's going on?

That wasn't me.

Swear. No, I-I just brought it home to find out who it belonged to,

and then youse barge in.

Where did you find it, and when?

Outside.

Just now. Show me.

I found an old phone in a bin,

and youse are acting like it's the crime of the century.

Jade Bell, you have tampered

with the property of a murder victim.

So, let's start over.

You're here for no reason, and a phone appears.

No, I'm here taking out the recycling,

and that's when I see a phone.

So, Jade, is there CCTV?

And no-one else saw you, Jade?

Shame. Mm-hm.

You could really do with a corroborating witness right now.

Well, actually, there was Inkface.

Who's Inkface?

Inkface. Right.

And Terminator. Over there, on that corner, arguing.

Joseph Ward and Natasha Scope. Yep.

I saw your video.

So this was round two.

Thanks, Jade. We will meet again.

Can't wait (!)

Chin up, you'll get there! Don't push it.

Suravi, I need this hacked and cracked.

Where'd you find it? It was in a bin.

OK, er...

Why would they leave his phone in such a public place?

Well, it's a Godfather move.

Turning it on at home would lead us right to them.

It's much smarter to do it unnoticed, somewhere public.

Right.

Erm... Er...

My CSI friend said

there's a couple of prints on the coffee mug in the dishwasher,

but they're not on the fingerprint database, IDENT1.

Er, not one of the offenders. Not Kelvin Jones.

Check the other biometric resources. Yeah.

Well, I mean, he did upload the CSI photos.

Good. Let's take a look.

Erm, yeah, I'm only a probie, first year.

Right, so, we have no access to digital evidence,

and tech is 25 miles away. PHONE RINGS

God, I miss Trent.

DS Oliver? Yeah, putting them on.

DS Oliver, tell me something good.

'Yeah, I wish I could. There's no sign of Kelvin Jones.

'We're still going,

'but I'll have to call it for the night at some point.'

Understood.

The CSI photos, no-one here can access them.

'Sorry, boss, I haven't managed to train everyone up,

'but they'll be downloaded by morning, I promise.' OK.

HE SIGHS

No suspects.

No timeline. Nada.

No. What?

It's not nada.

We have leads.

Starting with Mr Barron.

Who he was... Right.

...and how he died, making a bed for someone he cared about.

We build a profile of Mr Barron's life from his contacts.

Recent movements, emails, searches, phone logs, bank statement, will.

The will, erm,

we've heard from the victim's accountants and solicitors.

It's sealed, but everyone knows it's split between Avery

and his charity for young offenders.

OK. Right.

This is a man who put every fibre of his being into changing lives.

That's what was important to him.

Now let's ask who was important to him.

Erm, boss...

So, Natasha visited Peter at his house on Sunday.

There's no card like the one she described at the scene.

Ah.

Joseph was very close to the victim.

I checked out his history, and he was an old pro.

Joseph Ward said Peter Barron changed his life.

He loved the man.

Yeah, but he also said that Mr B had a soft spot for Kelvin,

who has been on the lam since Saturday.

That's pretty suspect, right? Mm-hm.

And what if he went back to Peter's house?

Can't rule it out. Two nights alone, outdoors.

Hmm, that's long for a city boy.

No car or money to get home.

What else did Mr Barron care about?

The vintage game cartridge in his pocket, initialled "B".

Oh, we could check out enthusiast websites,

see if any have been sold recently?

Good.

Who else was there?

The paint scuff at the entrance.

The scrape on the Ellersons' car.

I need that dashcam, Suravi.

A judge won't want to issue a warrant on the Ellersons.

Ach!

So we... we work with the sample from the scene.

Lots of leads to follow, starting with Avery tomorrow, early.

See? Hm?

Not nada. Not nada.

The only place available.

Hmm, Drovers' Arms, two rooms up from Jade Bell.

Yeah, boss. I just don't trust that kid.

Don't worry,

Jade Bell is not going to do a Godfather on you in your sleep.

SHE SIGHS

Busy day tomorrow, boss.

So we work harder, faster, get lucky.

Grace's interview Wednesday.

Grace's interview Wednesday.

Way things are going, could be tight.

Then you'll be flying solo.

Yeah, so you'll be leaving me in the lurch?

OK. Yeah, no. No worries.

Erm... I'll be fine. Course.

OK. I need to make a call.

Night, boss. Night.

Hi. Sorry to call so late.

So, boss, I was thinking it through last night,

and if you leave at 7:30 tomorrow morning,

that'll leave plenty of time for you to get changed, or whatever,

get to Grace's interview, depending where that is,

and meanwhile, I will move back interrogations here

to the end of the day, so you have enough time

to drive back up and... yeah.

Either you're not fine flying solo, or this is about something else.

It's, erm...

G'wan, Chet. Spit it out. OK.

Something I heard back when I was being assigned to you,

and it's probably just station gossip.

Mm-hm.

They said that you left your team in the lurch.

That's why you were put on gardening leave.

Hm! Gardening leave. Yeah.

That's what they called it.

What they really meant is they'd like to sack you,

but they're not sure they have grounds.

But did they? Like, have grounds?

Chet, there are maybe 60 women DCIs in the Met. Mm.

Two forces in the UK with no Black officers at all.

Yeah. I'm a freaking unicorn.

They've had grounds since I joined up 30 years ago.

I know. I get it. I...

I just wondered if it was to do with Grace?

No, no, no, because...

because what you said to Ms Ellerson yesterday,

you know, how parents will do anything for their kids.

And I-I want you to know

that if you had to leave the investigation for Grace,

I could understand that.

I have never left my team in the lurch.

And whatever happened back then, none of it is Grace's fault.

OK.

Saturday, 8pm,

Peter has birthday drinks at the Drovers' Halt Pub.

Now, Monday, 8am...

Natasha Scope finds his body in the spare room.

So our window of opportunity is Saturday night to Monday morning?

No, livor mortis points to the murder taking place

early Monday morning.

I'm pushing Pathology to confirm.

But Ms Scope says that she visited Peter on Sunday afternoon

to ask him to attend a Parish meeting

and deliver a card, but she did not enter.

Er, sorry, shouldn't that be with Forensics?

No time.

Now, Ms Scope sent Mr Barron several emails about the meeting.

Oh. He didn't open them.

Is that why she delivered it by hand?

Hang on.

Agh.

Sorry. Let's see. What have we got?

Hmm. A ripped up birthday card with lovebirds.

OK, perhaps Ms Scope did pay him a visit, but not a welcome one.

Look at that.

"Rapists and murderers at large destroying the village."

Threats, abuse.

This is hate mail. It's...

This is a fake account and another and another, look.

Looks like half of Ashenham was up in arms against him.

And then, what, Ms Scope and Ms Scope.

Jade was right, calling her the Terminator - she's relentless.

Candidates with juvenile records of violent and sexual offences.

What...? She shouldn't have access to that kind of privileged data.

We need her laptop and phone.

Who told Natasha Scope about the background

of Peter Barron's workers, and why?

Ah, boss, Chris Ellerson said that the scheme was misguided.

Hmm.

I'll, er, check in on the search for Kelvin.

The CSI photos are downloaded, by the way.

Good.

I need my own desk and coffee.

The, er...

The bloody cavalry has arrived.

Mate? Ah.

"God, I miss Trent," you said. Oh?

Yeah, course, you know, tech skills.

Course. So point me at the tech.

Er, well, you are looking at it.

This is yours.

I asked CSI to photograph inch by...

Not everything I saw is here. Stuff is miss...

Suravi, your CSI friend,

ask him if he still has the original SD card from the scene.

Yeah, but I'm sure he... he's a bit neurotic,

backs up everything.

Harper? Yeah.

Ask Ms Barron to meet us at her father's house.

Trent, we have one set of prints from Mr Barron's house

on a coffee mug.

No match with IDENT1. No probs.

Plenty of other biometric databases to run them through.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Still got a brain like a Ferrari, then?

Harper! Yeah, I'm coming!

DOOR CLOSES

Some of the cards are sweet.

I, er...

I heard Natasha was here, lapping it up.

Hypocrite.

Did you speak to her? Mm-hm.

Think how bad it must have been for Dad to have called in Malcolm

on his birthday.

Malcolm? Yeah, DS Oliver.

Sorry, DS Malcolm Oliver arranged

to meet your father Saturday to discuss...?

The hate mail, as if he didn't know who was sending it.

You mentioned something inside.

Yeah, it's possible, Avery,

that items are missing from the crime scene.

Your father's house. Missing or moved.

I'm hoping you can tell us what.

Aw, Dad. Just a kid.

He never talked about his childhood.

It's like nothing's changed.

Like he's still here.

Except...

Can you see one's missing? See the gap?

Yeah.

Er, I think there should be some more in Dad's bedroom.

Yellow roses.

Erm, I've looked and... one is definitely missing.

I just... I don't know what was in it.

Baby pictures, holidays, graduation.

He treasured his memories of you.

That... That was a gift.

Can I have it?

Maybe later.

Mr Ellerson, the probation officer,

said your father wasn't at work Wednesday.

He never mentioned that to me.

I... I'd like to leave now...

...if that's OK? OK.

Avery, my deepest... Don't you dare. Don't you dare.

Ms Scope, a word.

Please.

SHE SIGHS

Avery thinks Peter was a saint and I'm the...

gold-digging evil stepmother.

But I ended it, you know?

Have you ever loved anyone as damaged as Peter?

Orphaned? Widowed in his twenties?

The man was haunted.

Well, he ignored your emails, your card.

Maybe he felt haunted by you. No.

But did I want to stop his one-man mission to fix the world?

Yeah. Saving every lost boy...

Those boys. Exactly.

Unsuitable candidates hanging round the pub,

whistling at our girls.

Thank you, Ms Scope.

I need to search your room, Jade. Not without a warrant, you can't.

Yes, I can, with the homeowner's permission,

which we have.

Ma'am.

Why are youse doing this to me?

Because of that. "Youse."

Your Scouse friend Kelvin

couldn't last three nights out there alone.

Someone helped him... find food or a phone.

And you've been...

...very helpful, Jade. Hmm.

Here we go.

Did Kelvin give you these to hide for him,

or did you steal them?

Jesus Christ, Jade! No, I'm not a thief, Dad.

YELLING OUTSIDE

Come.

Quick, quick.

GRUNTING

Police! Hey!

Come back here now! Kelvin?

Kelvin Jones, you're under arrest

for breaching the conditions of your release.

Are you all right? No?

Up.

It seems to suit you, being parachuted in like the Wicked Witch.

Duck to water. ELLIS CHUCKLES

Good. I've got another job for you.

Peter wasn't at work on Wednesday.

I found this receipt in one of his suits.

Date matches. We need to trace his steps.

There's not much CCTV round here,

but I can check to see where he was headed.

Funeral, I think.

Yellow roses, they mean friendship and never forget.

So someone close in age?

Yes, Trent.

So, you admit absconding from the garden centre

on Saturday afternoon?

I was upset. Went on a bit of a bender.

I got to work Monday, though. A bit late.

Then some bird's screaming, the boss has copped it.

Police everywhere. Next thing, they're manhunting me.

So of course I ran. Yeah, makes sense, Kelvin.

Unless you were there when Mr B died,

and you ran because you saw who killed him?

Nah. That never happened.

Or maybe because you killed him yourself?

Don't talk... Why would I do that?

Well, because...

you got angry when you got transferred off the scheme.

You liked working there?

Alone in that poxy greenhouse all day?

I hated it. I get hay fever, you know?

I don't know, and I don't care.

So, you didn't like working there?

Look, I'm not a sociopath.

Who kills a guy cos they don't like their job?

A guy who doesn't like their boss.

You didn't check into your hostel Saturday or Sunday.

Where were you? Did you go back to Mr B's?

Or were you out on the moors for three nights?

I don't do country. No, thanks.

Look, Kelvin, it is three long nights.

Where were you?

I mean, a gentleman never divulges, but...

So, Kelvin is naming you as his alibi

for a murder charge, Jade, you know that?

And we have nowhere else to put him.

He missed curfew at the hostel.

We checked abandoned buildings,

old barns, all over Ash Tor and the...

Out there?

Not a chance. It's haunted.

Jade, this is serious.

Handling stolen goods, assisting an offender.

Tell me what you see in this guy.

Kelvin's smart.

He knows stuff.

He says to watch people, trust no-one.

Kelvin lives his life by rules you do not need to learn, Jade.

Really?

Do you see my dad here?

I don't.

That's why I listen to Kelvin.

Because he was actually teaching me life skills.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

He warned me.

He said that I needed to look out for myself

because no-one else was going to.

You know, there's some proper creeps round here.

At the school, even.

What are you talking about, Jade?

Well, when you came to Ash Tor, I thought you were there for her.

Go on.

With her, erm...

...experiments in the lab.

Drooling over the Black sixth former.

You mean Miss Barron? Miss Avery.

Yeah.

AVERY: 'That was a gift.

'Can I have it?'

Kelvin always said that his boss was a perv,

so I guess it made sense.

Like daughter, like father.

Runs in the family.