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Where on earth have I got to?

I'll be here.

All right, I'm sure it do.

Get that tail open!

Mum? I found a body in one of the
incinerators.

No idea who it is.

Who's in charge?

Abattoir manager, Ian Hobswain.

I see what we're dealing with.

Who is he?

At the end of the plant, just follow
your nose.

What time do you call this?

Stone the crows.

Sit back for me. I bet you've been
counting the days.

Don't flatter yourself.

What can you tell us, Marcus?

Male. Average build.

What flexion of the...

elbows, knees and neck, typical of
severely burned bodies.

I've put his height at around 175.

Age?

Let's guess.

Amalgam filling, so suggests he was
middle -aged. And is this?

A wedding ring.

That's about all I can tell you for now.

So no chance of an ID.

Well, we might get a profile from the
marrow in one of these long bones, but I

wouldn't hold out much hope.

Heat does bad things to DNA.

What about injuries other than... High
-temperature thermal incineration makes

it difficult to determine the cause of
death.

Post -mortem might give us some more
answers.

Right.

Meantime, I want your team all over
this.

Prince bloodstains the lot.

Uh... Mum, it is an abattoir. Yeah,
well, think of it as a challenge,

Mr. Hobswain?

I'm a DCI, Stan Hope. I'm running the
investigation.

Oh, that must have not been you for six
when you found him.

If I hadn't had the power outage, well,
he would have been born, Mia.

What is a recognizable?

Aye, I saw it.

So we're going to have to rule him out
as one of his employees?

He's not, but he wasn't.

Well, how can you be sure?

He's not one of ours.

And how did he end up in one of your
kilns? I've no idea.

Look, I run a reputable business, and
right now it's losing money.

Well, the sooner you show us around the
premises, the sooner you'll be back up

and running.

It's done in bleeding and hoisting.
Carpuses are butchered and chilled. Any

waste which the news gets rendered down,
the rest is burned.

Slaughter halls are run to FSA
regulations.

Clean and dirty areas to avoid
contamination.

So it'll be hard to hide a body.

It didn't come through here.

What about delivering?

Around half our ABPs coming from
outside.

Incinerated on site.

ABPs? Animal by -products.

Factory weight, fallen livestock.

They've got the right paperwork, we'll
burn it.

Leading edge facility, automated
handling.

So it would be possible for a body to
come through undetected?

All our deliveries are stringently
checked.

Industry standard for best work in
practice.

But I'm going to need names and
addresses of everyone who works here.

Porters, butchers, the lot, and a list
of your current suppliers.

Well, that's going to take a while.

Well, you better get on with it then.

He's got to be an inside job.

Somebody who knows the setup.

Well, he's got deliveries coming in from
all over. That body could have come in

from anywhere.

Right, get the team in for a briefing.

I'm gasping for a cup of tea. Baked me
so much.

Male, adult, we're getting middle -aged.

Burnt to a crisp in an abattoir
incinerator. No ID, no established time

death. I think the body went into the
furnace at 6pm yesterday evening.

They're routinely inspected at the start
of every shift.

Yeah, but we've only got their word for
that.

The shift workers are all accounted for.

So either he was killed on a visit to
the premises or the body was brought in

from outside.

I've been on to missing persons. No -one
flagged up as reported missing.

Well, this fella's wearing a wedding
ring, so let's assume he was married.

The only camera on site was in the
incinerator loading bay.

With no surveillance anywhere else?

No.

Anyone think they've got something to
hide?

Well, Brinkley was fined five years ago
by trading standards.

Ian Hobbs Swain was found guilty of
illegal horse meat sales and failure to

proper records.

Was he?

Four months suspended.

Well, maybe he still hasn't cleaned up
his act.

Kenny, I want to know what's on that
footage.

Pick up, delivery.

What's he really been up to on those
night shifts?

Fractures in both legs, probably post
-mortem.

The muscles and tendons are charred,
resulting in the exposure of the

bones to heat.

He was definitely dead before he went
in.

Well, that's the one.

And you know that because... No soot in
the airway.

And you're still on the wiser cause of
death.

Anti -mortem gunshot wound.

One shot, close range, back of the head.

He was shot?

Mm -hmm. 7 .65mm ammunition.

It's a lucky find, considering the state
of the body.

Marcus, get that bullet over to
ballistics as quick as you can for

Time of death?

The gut and intestines are still
reasonably intact. I'd say they were

from the worst of the heat.

I'd... Say he was cremated at most a few
hours after he died.

And his DNA?

Out of the question. We still don't know
who he is. Give us a chance. I'm

getting to the good bit.

Burnt bodies adopt what's known as a
pugilistic attitude.

So the arms, they go into a boxing
stance. Now, if you look at his hands,

they're balled into fists.

So his fingertips were protected.

We're running the trace for the match.

Marcus. I think you just made my day.

Now tell me you didn't miss me.

Well, don't let it go to your head.

Begin off as it is.

Shot by a bullet to the back of the head
a few hours at most before he was

found. Must have made some noise, that.
Someone would have heard it.

Not necessarily the din in that place.

Now the question is, was he shot at the
abattoir and his body hidden on site?

Or was he killed elsewhere? And then
brought in what?

Forensics. Ran the victim's prints.

Now we're talking.

He must have got a record.

Yeah.

Police elimination database.

Oh, that man was a copper.

So, could we just... me wine tea
yesterday morning.

Your husband left for work as usual, did
he?

Must have been about 8 .30.

It's a 20 -minute drive.

And you were expecting him home at what
time?

He promised me it wouldn't be late.

Once in his life.

We had a send -off to get to.

Send -off?

A retirement bash over at the club.

Thought and social and welfare.

Your husband was due to retire, was he?
He was a last day at work.

38 years he'd been a copper.

This was meant to be our time.

And you've no idea where he might have
gone to.

I tried calling Hayley, my daughter.

Her phone was switched off. I was
worried.

Double shift.

Drink this.

All right.

It'll make you feel better, Mum.

Why would anyone want to kill him?

Well, that's what we're trying to find
out, Pet.

So was there anything, any recent
behaviour of your husband or your dad

might have given you cause for concern?

They were tired, that's all.

Tired of the grind.

Well, what about work?

Anything given him any problems?

Harry never talked about his case, did
he?

Didn't bring it home with him.

Any fallout at all? Friends, family?

Surely this can wait. I'm just trying to
get a fix on your dad's state of mind,

love. She's still in shock.

Look at her.

She's barely slept.

Well, we'll contact a police liaison
officer and they will talk you through

happens next.

I'll stay here with her.

Make sure she's OK.

Copper goes missing. Why wasn't it
flagged up to neighbouring stations?

I'll find out what time she called it
in.

Well,

that might not be much to look at.

But here's where we'll get the measure
of the man.

DCI Vera Stanhope, Northumberland City
Police.

It's about Harry.

It was due here last night, retirement
bash.

Just wanted to give him a good send
-off.

Regular, was he? Him and Rita.

Every Friday, rain or shine.

So were you concerned when they never
turned up?

Rita called, told us he hadn't come
home.

Jesse would have gone over if we hadn't
been so pushed.

Jesse? Other half.

A pair of them went way back.

Right, so could you give dear Peely a
tame enough?

Have you got a minute?

Just a few questions I need to ask you.

Good mates, then, you and Harry.

Bye.

I knew him better than anybody.

You didn't want to catch up in here, did
you?

Friday night.

We both joined this club.

Eighteen.

Cards handed out by wood dads.

I did the same with my own lad.

Friendship even survived him becoming a
cop.

I'll give it a rest, lads.

A bit of respect.

Sorry, mate.

They're just lads.

When did you speak to him last?

Well, we spoke on the phone.

Must have been yesterday lunchtime.

Why don't they give him a heads up
before they leave and do the work then?

Yeah, and how do you see him on the
phone?

Preoccupied.

Not quite himself, you know.

What do you mean by that?

Well, I put it down to this impending
retirement.

He'd never have told Rita, but Harry was
dreading it.

All that time on his hands now.

D .I. Chandra? Yeah.

D .S. Healy. Hi. Good to meet you.

Hello, good to meet you. Please take a
seat.

Not sure it's really sunken yet.

Oh, well, when it's one of your own.

Any leads you can work with? No, we're
still trying to build a picture of his

final movements.

We know he left for work as usual, the
day he died.

Well, that doesn't stack up.

Why do you say that?

He rang in sick, think he spoke to D .C.
Williams.

Oh, nobody saw him at all yesterday.

He hadn't been himself all week.

Any recent cases might ring alarm bells.

You think this might have been work
-related?

Well, I can't rule it out, the manner of
his death.

If Harry had concerns, he would have
brought them to me. You said he wasn't

himself. He seemed out of sorts, I
thought.

Well,

I'll need to talk to D .C. Williams.

There should be a briefing, some kind of
pep talk.

Oh, plenty of time for that.

At Lucy's desk.

We'd all had a bit round.

To see Jacqueline Williams.

Friends call us Jack, ma 'am.

You spoke to him on the phone yesterday.

Said he wasn't coming in. He said if
anyone asked, he was under the weather.

What sort of a copper was he?

Safe pair of hands.

Solid. Reliable.

though sometimes he skimped on the
paperwork.

Harry was one of the old school.

Now, Brinkley Abattoir, where we found
him, they were fined a few years back.

We refer the case to the CPS.

DC Fenton get involved?

Not directly. The legwork was done by
local trading standards.

Right. OK, DS Healy, I'm going to need
all his recent case loads, laptop.

I'll make sure you get everything, DC
Williams. Can you give a hand?

We all want to nail whoever did this.

We'll keep you up to speed.

Any developments?

So, Paul's a sickie.

Lies to his wife, lies to his
colleagues.

That's somewhat at odds with all those
glowing testimonials.

And here's Io.

Says he's out of sorts.

When will you meet a D .I. Chandra?

A rising star, by all accounts.

Ambitious young copper.

What was it you called him? Old school?

Ah, well, that could make for a
dysfunctional relationship.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Meaning?

Harry Senton's recent caseload rested
from fraud. Now, I want you to look at

every single case. Potential ties to
organized crime, identity theft, online

hacking. People you wouldn't want to
mess with.

You're saying this might be gang
-related?

Well, we can't rule it out, can we?

Now, we know he left home round about 8
.30 the morning of the day he was

murdered. Now, if he's not at work, we
need to trace his whereabouts in those

missing hours.

We've got Harry Fenton's phone log here.

Now, that was the police issue mobile,
wasn't it? Yeah, one contact flags up.

Five calls from a pair as you go in the
past two days.

One on Friday afternoon.

Call lasted less than a minute.

So the day he died, who's he talking to?

Yeah, we're still getting a fix on the
GPS data.

So any other theories while we're
waiting?

I ran a check on Harry's finances, Mum.

Well, he's fully signed up into the
police pension scheme.

But if Harry was killed in the line of
duty... Oh, well, we're a long way from

proving that, Kenny.

Well, his wife would be due a
substantial payout.

It may not be anything, Mum.

Oh, go on, spit it out.

Well, I did some follow -up into those
horse meat sales.

The foreman that was found at
Brentley... Yeah, Hobbs Wayne? Yeah,

threatened the abattoir inspectors.

Uniform were called in as backup.

He's also the go -to Northumberland
knacker man.

So a man who handles guns for a living.

Does it make him a murderer?

No, but it makes him a person of
interest.

What's the hub, Dwayne?

What is it this time?

That fella you found in your furnace.

We've got an ID.

Copper. Never seen him before.

Where were you Friday afternoon?

Hexham Raiders.

I'm up some more horse flesh.

See, we know you were down for
malpractice.

Horse meat ready meal?

That paid the fine. Took on board the
recommendations.

Ah, now here's the thing. I'm not sure
you did.

Maybe that's how this body got in
undetected.

Look, sometimes we cut corners.

We need you to survive in this business.

I've just had a chat with the DSI team.
They tell me you've been uncooperative.

Oh, bit of a pattern forming here.

Threatened them too, did you?

Look, this place is on its arse as it
is.

Once word gets out they've found a body,
it'll finish us. We'll need to see your

gun permits and your firearms, your
licence to hold.

Will they tell us where?

Well, the copper had been shot through
the back of the head.

And you think I've done it? Well, I'm
sure you won't mind us ruling you out.

Yes, Kenny?

You might want to go over to Lopalton,
ma 'am. We found Harry's car.

Is it definitely his?

Definitely. Registration matches.

Lopalton?

What's he doing parked up there?

Okay. Okay, great. So what can you tell
me about... I think there's another

vehicle up there.

Thanks, Marcus.

Okay, got you. Thanks.

All this clutter on the front seat
without any passenger.

Drove here alone.

Marcus found a second set of tyre
tracks.

So meet him, someone.

Shoes here.

Petrol receipt.

Salt and burn services.

Friday's date, 1603.

I'll get over to the garage, CCTV.

Ma 'am, we've just checked the SIM card
intel on Harry's missing phone.

Mast gives a reading on top of that
hill.

You should take a look at this, ma 'am.

I think we might have found something.

It looks like someone has tried to clean
this place up.

Is that blood?

Ma 'am?

It's definitely blood.

Right.

Get forensics up here.

I think we've just found our murder
scene.

What have you got?

We've got some partial shoe treads. It's
a heavy walking boot, size 10.

What's a public footpath?

That could be long to anyone.

There's a distinctive gouge mark worn
into the tread.

Oh, right.

You got anything else for us to work
with? Yep.

Over here.

See this drag mark?

I'd say the body was brought through
here because the ground was wet.

It's left a decent imprint.

What are you saying? He was dragged from
those outbuildings all the way down to

the lane.

Just about sums it up.

Well, that would have taken some doing.

Right. Get that blood checked.

With any luck, we'll have a match.

I'll keep you posted, ma 'am.

Friday, late afternoon, didn't it? It's
about Barnes' nearest place you can take

shelter. Well, they could have just sat
in the car.

This must have been planned.

Premeditated.

Whoever killed him led him off the
beaten track.

Away from any witnesses.

Where's this lane lead to?

A couple of villages.

Bolum and Hartbridge.

Farming country, both sides of the
river.

That direction... That one leads to the
B Road we came in on.

So Harry comes up here to meet his
killer.

How does he end up in that abattoir 20
miles away?

Mum.

Ian Hobswain's alibi checked out. What?

The head groundsman at Hexham Rates can
confirm he worked at the meet.

The last race was the 4 .45.

So that gives him a couple of hours
tops.

Well, it's tight, but it's still
possible.

Now, ballistics have ran a check on
Hobswain's pistol.

They've ruled it out as the murder
weapon.

His only other firearm was a bolt gun.

So what sort of weapon are we looking
for?

An Italian Beretta M, 1935.

It's World War II standard issue.

Oh, great.

It means any Tom Digger Harry could have
one gathering dust up in the attic.

Well, I think we can rule out Harry, ma
'am.

Unless he shot himself.

Very funny.

They checked the footage at the petrol
station.

Confirmed Harry was alone in the car.

So what have we got?

He's alive and well at four.

It rains around five up at Low Poulton.
I mean, Brinkley's, what, 20 miles away.

So that body had to have been taken into
that abattoir about an hour later.

Six -ish.

Yeah, which now has done our list of
suppliers, ma 'am. Right.

Only two vehicles are recorded on camera
after 6pm last Friday.

One was picking up butchered meat.

What's the other one?

The delivery lorry.

At 1813.

Portage, Kenny.

Eggerman's Haulage.

The yard door in Mortar, ma 'am.

I'm looking for the foreman.

You've just found her.

I'm D .S. Healy from Northumberland City
Police. This is D .C. I stand on it.

Is there somewhere quiet we can talk,
love?

We can go in the office.

Yeah, Gwen.

Aye, we deliver to Brantley.

We've had a contract with the abattoir
for... for years now.

Well, one of your trucks was there on
Friday afternoon.

We'd like a word with the driver.

That would have been... Naz.

Naz. You're due out on a job.

Well, could you catch him, lovely?

Give Naz a poke, would you? I need a
word in the office.

You're going to tell us what this is
about?

Well, we're here in connection with a
murder, Pet.

Police detective.

The body was just discovered in the
abattoir incinerator.

What's that got to do with us?

Well, we think it was delivered there,
in that truck.

No way.

The loads are always checked by the
drivers.

Go and see me.

Police are here.

Now what?

If you could just step in for a second.

We're trying to trade the last known
whereabouts of this fella.

Recognise him?

Should I?

Detective Constable Harry Fenton.

Deceased.

Ottawa's found over at Brinkley
Abattoir.

No, you delivered to Brinkley. Day died.

Friday afternoon.

Aye. So what?

Well, I'd like an account of your
movements.

I collected some crates from Bowlmead
Foods, catering unit over at Aiden

It's all in the logs.

How much time was that?

Must have been about 4 .30, end of their
shift.

And this waste you pick up, that's all
set for the incinerator, is it?

Aye, that's right.

Right, well, now we're going to need a
forensics team to examine the vehicle.

Hang on.

What for?

They're suggesting this body was
delivered in the lorry.

You thought you'd point the finger at
me?

I never set that close. Just making
inquiries, that's all.

Do you think I would have missed a body?

Well, it didn't walk there.

I know that much.

You're welcome to check any vehicles you
want to.

They'll have all been cleaned and
disinfected.

Health and safety.

I'm late for a job, so there's nothing
else.

Well, we know where we can find you.

He's a decent driver.

Bit of a chip.

That's all.

I'm going to go with the boom -made
food, do a check on his movement,

set up, and do a background check on a
pair of them.

Jesse Hennings,

lad, isn't it?

Sarah? Oh, I didn't know you worked
here.

Must be nearly a year now.

Aren't you one of the drivers?

Only the forklift.

Warehouse stuff mainly.

Yeah, but you don't miss much. All the
comings and goings.

I keep a log of every confinement.

Pick up deliveries.

Are you here about Harry?

Why do you say that?

I just wondered, that's all.

I know he'd been here, asking questions.

Has he?

When was that?

A week ago.

Something to do with an audit.

Did he tell you that down the club?

He said he couldn't talk about it.

I should get back to work.

Let me stop you.

Edelman's Hall is what, can you tell us?

The ER is currently under investigation.
I'm the SIO.

What?

Suspected fraud.

Anonymous source rang Crimestoppers,
claimed some of the drivers were

dirty money.

Did this source give you names?

No. But you followed it up.

Harry went to the yard with some initial
inquiries.

Did that throw up anything we should
know about?

Nothing incriminating.

The case is ongoing.

As we're all sharing, why the sudden
interest in Aikerman?

Oh, it might not be relevant at this
stage. If he's got a lead, I should know

about it.

Harry was family.

This was personal.

Yeah, which is why I think it's best if
you took a step back.

Okay.

This might not be relevant either, but
Harry asked to be taken off the case,

cited a conflict of interest.

Didn't tell you what that was?

I didn't ask.

He was all set to retire, exemplary
record. I wasn't going to compromise

I'm glad we've got that straight.

It's a pity you didn't think to mention
that before.

They're investigating a possible fraud.

Best mate's son works at that yard.

Plenty of people in sort and due.

Aye, but that might explain his conflict
of interest.

Harry wants out.

D .I. Chander would have kept that
little nugget to herself.

What if Gareth tipped off Harry?

Either that or Gareth was in on this
scam.

And Harry found out?

It's a possibility.

Let's see if his wife can tell us
anything.

Your daughter not here?

Had to go into work.

Ah, Mrs. Fenton.

We found your husband's car.

It was parked in Woodland, edge of the
moor, a few miles outside Morbus.

Any idea what he was doing there?

He'd take himself off whenever it suited
him.

Used to walk for miles.

We think he'd arrange to meet someone.

I can't think who.

Well, they're going to be released in
your husband's body in a few days, so

you'll need to make arrangements.

He'll need something to wear.

Best jacket laid out on the bed.

I'll go and fetch it.

Well, he must have been well -liked, all
these tributes.

Eileen came round from the club.

Sat for a while.

I heard someone, Gareth, works over at
Aikerman's yard.

Jessie got him a job there.

Did you know the yard was under
investigation?

No. No, I didn't.

Harry never mentioned it?

No.

St. Flowers, Aikerman's.

Courier dropped him off yesterday.

Handwritten card.

Oh. Dale Aikerman, company director.

So did Harry know him personally?

He grew up in Thornton.

Ah, and they kept in touch.

Oh, Dale Aikerman didn't have time for
the likes of us.

He hasn't set foot here in...

20 -odd years.

Pockets are clean.

Shoes are at size 12.

There's no shoes in his car.

There's nothing else we can work with.

Give us ten minutes.

We'll head back to the station.

Best be careful.

This beach has pockets of quicksand.
Aye, all the way over to the holiday

I know these sands well enough, love.
I'll watch me step.

Was it races?

Plenty of them here if you know where to
look. I just follow the dimples.

Something you wanted?

Agamemnon's haulage yard.

You must have known there was a fraud
inquiry.

Must I?

Well, your Gareth works there.

And he warned us to keep an eye on him.
Said some of the drivers were stealing

money. So it wasn't Gareth tipped off
the police?

No, it wasn't.

Did you put a word in with Dale
Aikerman?

I know he grew up in Thornton back
before he made his money.

He spoke to his secretary.

Asked if he might help us out.

What's the name of the job?

Adele's never forgotten where he came
from.

Even donated some money to the club.

What did Harry say to that?

I'm not sure he ever vented an opinion.

Well, he must have said something with
the drivers on the tape.

I did talk.

Probably meant nothing.

Tide's on the turn.

Aye.

Let's go back.

You said Harry hadn't been feeling
himself lately.

He's feeling his age, that's all.

Well, I think it was more than this
retirement.

I think he wanted to get something off
his chest.

He'd given his life to the job.

All those years of hard gruff, taken for
granted, put out the gruff.

But I can make a man bitter, even the
best of them.

Cheers, thanks.

Mum, I've just spoken to forensics.

They found a blood trace on the boot
tread.

Blood's confirmed as matching Harry's.

And have we ruled these boots out as
being his?

Wrong size feet, Mum.

So they must have been worn by whoever
killed him.

Yeah.

I think we've been sidelined by this
possible link to the abattoir.

We should be concentrating on this fraud
inquiry.

Aikerman's haulage.

Drivers laundering dirty money.

There's no record of Gareth Hennings
being questioned, ma 'am.

But Harry did take a statement from Naz
Ahmed.

So Ahmed lied when he said he didn't
recognise him. Yeah, well, there's a

reason why he hasn't been straight with
us.

Naz Ahmed's got previous for violent
affray. A six -month stretch in Durham.

Well, that'll explain the crust on him.

Listen, I spoke to the suppliers.

Bowmead Food.

The statement he gave checked out. He
left the factory at 4 .37.

It was recorded and verified for the
factory foreman.

Yeah, but he didn't get to that abattoir
till after six.

So what was keeping him? Well, there was
a bit of a detour.

According to the job sheets we got from
the haulage company...

He stopped off to pick up some fallen
livestock. Yeah, where?

Where's the pick -up point?

Near the village of Hartford.

Hartford?

Less than a mile from our murder scene.

Officers, proceed with caution. Suspect
could be armed and dangerous.

Armed police!

Run to the vehicles now!

HOLD THE VEGETA -

We're at the haulage yard now, ma 'am.

I had no sign of the boss.

She went home lunchtime.

Looks like she's cleared the office.

Well, she won't get in your way then.

Now, you'll need a warrant to confiscate
what's left.

Compute the CCTV and get her home
address.

You've arrested Naz Ahmed?

Aye, just about to question him. And
when were you planning on telling me?

Well, you're here now, aren't you? This
could compromise my fraud investigation.

I'm afraid that can't be helped, Lord. I
want to sit in on this.

Will you come watch from the viewing
room?

And just remember who you're talking to.

Mum.

30 grand in used notes. Took us a while
to count it.

Now, we know this is dirty money.

I'll pick it up and I'll drop it where
I'm told to.

No, I think it's more than that. I think
you're running this scam with your

forewoman. I barely know her. Well,
she's disappeared with the rest of the

Know where she's gone?

Well,

we've checked the books. There's plenty
of money missing.

Now then, you collected some fallen
livestock from

Broadwick Farm the day the deceased was
murdered.

Farmer needed some stillborn lambs
collecting.

Sent me back an hour or so.

You mentioned this before.

I didn't think it was important.

Check inside the bags, did you?

Why would I? It was clearly labelled.

Now the road from that farm takes you
right past our murder scene. I don't

anything about that.

Now here's something else you don't know
nothing about.

DC Harry Fenton. He interviewed you four
weeks ago down at the depot.

He talked to a funeral driver. I bet
none of them have previous for violent

assault. I think it was onto this scam
of yours, threatened to land you back

inside.

I'd like this interview adjourned with
immediate effect for the purpose of

conferring with my client.

For the benefit of the tape, William
Brackley, NASAR med solicitor, has

the room.

I only hope he's been appraised of his
rights.

This man has been arrested in connection
with a murder. I'm entitled to ask him

a few preliminary questions.

Well, if you had any evidence, you would
have charged him by now.

What I do have is a suspect with form
who was interviewed by the deceased in

connection with a theft.

We have proof of his involvement in
criminal activity and a body retrieved

an abattoir furnace, the abattoir your
client delivered to on the day the

deceased was killed.

Believe me, sunshine, you're not going
anywhere anytime soon.

Ma.

Who pulled that brief we'd arrested Naz
Ahmed?

He just chained up at the front desk and
demanded to see him. Well, he's hardly

a typical solicitor, is he?

Well, he didn't buy that suit on a legal
aid salary.

Well, he covers dry cleaning.

Mum.

Mum. So who's picking up the tab?

The forensics have had a breakthrough.

Yeah, go on, I'm listening.

They lifted fibres from the haulage
truck that matched those found at the

scene.

Proof that the body was in that truck?

Can he get a forensic team up to
Broadwick Farm where Naz made that pick

And get up there yourself. Keep an eye
on them. First thing tomorrow morning.

Mark, run a search on this slick Willie.
See where he's crawled out from.

You've got nothing to sign to Harry's
murder. If he's guilty, we'll find it.

Okay, maybe I came on too strong.

Try telling that to the boss.

I just want to find out who killed him.

I've had a drink after work. There might
be something I can add to the mix.

Aidan!

Get yourself over to Nazar mid -flat.

Looking for a murder weapon.

Looks like I'm working late.

We've got a visitor.

Can I help you?

Mr. Aikerman.

Aye.

I'm DCI Vera Stanhope.

I'm sorry for the intrusion, sir.

I assume this is about the fraud
inquiry?

No, I'm from Major Crime, investigating
a murder, but we've reason to believe

the two cases could be connected.

I heard you'd made an arrest at the
yard.

Aye, on suspicion of money laundering.

One of the drivers at the moment.

Working in collusion with the forewoman,
Jill Crowley.

No, no, you've got that wrong.

Jill's been on the payroll for years.

Well, that's as may be, sir, but she's
absconded.

Whereabouts unknown?

Surely you must have known the police
were questioning the drivers.

They've taken a step back in recent
years.

More hands off these days.

So you wouldn't have come across this
driver, Naz Ahmed?

The record for violent assault.

The running of the yard. It was all down
to Jill.

Now, this is the fellow who was
murdered.

A copper.

Name of Harry Fenton.

Aye, I heard.

Of course, you sent his widow flowers.

That would be my PA. A charitable
gesture on behalf of the company.

You didn't know him personally, then?

Why would I?

He grew up in Thornton.

It's been a while since I've been back
there.

Well, he'd been investigating these
allegations of fraud, weeks leading up

his death.

So you think he was killed in relation
to this?

That's a possibility.

Excuse me.

Family get -together.

Don't let me keep you. Let me give you
my card.

Private number. Any developments? We'll
cooperate fully with the police.

Thanks. That always makes my job just a
little bit easier.

And I'll give my condolences to the
assistant chief constable.

I've been out to play golf with him on
occasion.

Ma 'am, the farmer claims he was here
when the dead livestock were collected.

He said it was bagged and labelled, so
he let the driver get on with it. Nice.

Did he, um, confirm the driver was not
homeless?

Yeah, yeah, he's met him a few times.

Regular pick -ups.

Well, ask him if he saw anyone else near
the murder.

On his land, in the lane, anything out
of the ordinary.

Will do, ma 'am.

Ma 'am, we've probably lost vital
evidence.

Oh, that rain won't have helped.

We're just going to have to work with
what we've got.

They're out of their way, these

containers, aren't they? Yeah, they've
got to be kept away from the rest of the

livestock.

Biosecurity guidelines.

Well, anyone could have had access.

I want a trace on these bins and all
these tyre tracks checked.

Fenton's DNA has got to be here
somewhere.

I'm on it.

Kenny. Huh?

Dale Aikman.

What have you got on him?

I'm CEO of Aikman's Holdings. Made his
money in haulage back in the 80s. Well,

I've heard his name whispered from time
to time.

Contracts for kickbacks.

Slippery fish.

Nothing ever sticks.

What if this money laundering went right
to the top?

High -profile businessmen?

Too much to lose.

Precisely. I mean, how far would you go?

Murder? I ran a check on Naz Ahmed's
brief, William Brackley.

I practice in barrister, criminal law.

He's also done some work for the Police
Federation.

Sounds like another conflict of
interest.

Can we tie Slick Willie to Aikerman?

Well, he argued the defence case on a
class action lawsuit and defended in

question Aikerman's holdings.

He wasn't here for Naz Ahmed.

Aikerman sent him.

Eyes and ears wanted to know what we had
on him and we gave him the loss.

Ma, we've got lead on the whereabouts of
Jill Crowley.

She used a cashpoint card at a village
convenience store.

Fullburn, it's over in the park. Yeah, I
know where Fullburn is.

Kenny, do something. There's some more
digging on Egerman.

Competitors, contacts.

Where he's putting his money.

What about Nad Ahmed?

Nothing's come back from the South
British flat. Well, he's still in the

for murder.

Anyone wants us, we'll be over in
Fulburn.

Oh.

Unless there's somewhere else you'd
rather be.

Ready when you are.

That's right, just up ahead.

Thanks, Sal. No worries.

Mark sent through some intel on Harry
Fenton's finances.

Might not be important, but recently he
paid for a cruise.

Six weeks in the Caribbean, first class
cabin.

That would have taken a bite out of his
pension.

Well, not the red ones.

Any joy with Jill Crawley? Right, Cassie
said she bought food and firewood.

Didn't mention where we might find her.

Brantonburn Cottage, top of the hill.

who owns this cottage

going somewhere first fraudulent claims
for vat repayments all

these vehicles on your book what makes
you so sure they're not legit we check

the registrations those lorries you
purchase they don't exist now easy way

make money disappear and don't insult me
by denying it love that driver you're

covered for he's already got you in it
that wouldn't do that you know you too

item oh yeah

So that's why she took him on without
checking his references.

I was told to hire now.

Who by?

Dale Aikerman.

We know this cottage is owned by
Aikerman's holdings. Yeah, which makes

suspect he's involved in this scam right
up to his eyeball.

Who else is involved in this scam?

Gareth Hennons.

Gareth? Yeah.

He wouldn't have a clue.

Well, he keeps a record of all the
deliveries.

Yeah. But he knows when to keep his
mouth shut.

So you don't know who it was tipped off
the police?

I put money on Danny Welsh, one of the
packers. I sacked him for being drunk on

the job. You must have known you were
pushing your luck.

Then along comes some nosy copper asking
awkward questions. I had nothing to do

with what happened to him. So was it Naz
killed Harry Fenton?

No. Well, I tell you, it's much for
nothing.

He's been playing you like a fish.

Just a quick chat with your mum.

She told us she'd found his car.

Aye, that's right.

Is that where it happened, then? Up
there on the moor?

We believe so, love.

She just sits there.

Hasn't moved all day.

More questions?

Just a few more things, Mrs Fenton.

Well, we know your husband had booked
you both on a cruise.

He said we could go on a holiday.

First -class cabin.

We'd crimped and saved for years.

If we went out, we went to the bloody
club.

He promised all that was going to
change.

Now, see, here's the thing that's been
troubling me.

The profile we've been building of your
husbands doesn't quite stack up with the

version you've been giving us.

I don't know what you mean.

He lied about his whereabouts, so is
there something you haven't told us?

kind of question's that?

It's one I'm asking your mum.

I thought he was playing away.

Dad, don't make me laugh. What would you
know?

You've barely shown your face in weeks.

Now, what makes you think your husband
was being unfaithful? He wasn't. Phone

calls these last two months.

I'd answer.

She'd always hang up.

Well, if they hung up, how do you know
it was a woman?

A wife can always tell.

I can't listen, Eddie.

I put the holiday down to a guilty
conscience.

Did you confront him with your
suspicions?

I didn't have the guts.

I don't want to know.

He loved you.

You know that much.

It changed, love, these past couple of
months.

Then Friday, when he didn't come home,

I thought he was with her.

Right, might see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Have you got a minute more?

Bit cloak and dagger.

I just wanted to chat.

And chat about Harry.

Well, you must have worked closely with
him.

We all did.

Tight -knit team.

Now, you might know why he wanted off
the Agamemn case.

Look, I just want to find out who killed
him, love.

I think it might be relevant.

Off the record?

If that's what it takes.

It was me and Harry doing the legwork.

We only had this tip -off to go on.

Anonymous call?

Once we'd started asking questions, I
knew we were on to something.

Just when things were starting to get a
case together and it started to slide,

Harry started losing interest.

He told me that it's not worth pursuing.

It made no sense.

Did you share your concerns with the
SIO?

I told her there was leads needed
following up.

She closed it down, cited a lack of
evidence.

I thought maybe she was covering for
Harry.

Well, that's a bit of an assumption.

Unless you know something, I don't.

You must have looked at Aikerman's
holdings. Aye, I've thrown a couple of

at it.

Pull out the case file on the NUS
strikes.

Picket line arrest, 1989.

1989?

That's nearly 30 years ago.

Way before your time.

But not before Harry's.

You're after some dirt.

Needed that to do some digging.

So what have you got on Jill Crowley?

Well, she's admitted to her part in the
money laundering and we'll take a full

statement tomorrow.

Did she implicate anybody else?

Oh, come on, Aidan, it's my case.

We think Harry had a hunch that Dale
Aikman was in on it.

The CEO?

He's practically retired.

You know a bit about him, then?

Only by reputation.

Captain of industry, local lad make
good.

If we can time for this fraud rap, you
know what that means.

Another promotion.

We can put him away for ten years.

What if we can tie him to Harry's
murder?

You're seriously telling me he's in the
frame? He's got the means, he's got the

motive. We just need to nail him.

Ever considered a job in fraud?

Are you making me an offer?

I could certainly put a word in for you.

I'm not sure the DCI appreciates the
talent.

I've got to take this.

Sorry. Don't keep her waiting on my
account.

Mum?

Give us ten minutes.

I was on my way home.

What about the pub?

So what couldn't wait?

A US picket line dispute, 1989.

What? I know, that's going back. Now...

Dale Agerman was charged in connection
with an assault.

Union shop steward, who later retracted
his statement.

Guess who the arresting officer was?

D .C. Harry Fenton.

Now, we've been assuming Fenton was out
to nail Agerman.

What if he was trying to protect him?

You know what you're suggesting?

I'm suggesting D .C. Fenton was bent.

The strike was called over a new working
agreement.

The Seaman's Union blockaded the ports.

Aikerman gave his drivers an ultimatum.
If they didn't cross the picket line,

they were out of a job.

Harry and Aikerman had history.

Ties that go way back.

Oh, there's your conflict of interest.

Aikerman was paying him for information.

So why shoot the messenger?

Maybe he got greedy, Kenny. I don't
know.

So we want Senton's case files examined
again.

We're looking for phone logs, emails,
anything that implicates Aiterman. Now,

come on, let's move it.

And in the meantime, let's keep a lid on
this and no contact with other

departments.

Our priority is finding Harry's killer.
The rest will come out in the wash.

Mum, that list of club members that you
asked for.

A couple of names flagged up.

Gareth Hennings was cautioned a few
months ago, got into a fight outside of

club. Only one other member with
previous that we know of... Danny Welsh?

Yeah, drunken detourner.

That's our whistleblower down at the
yard.

He used to be a member.

Spent most of his time and his money in
here, especially after he lost his job.

That'd be at the haulage yard. Aye,
that's right.

So your Gareth would have spent a lot of
time with him.

Danny Welch was bad news.

A couple of drinks inside him, he'd
usually kick off.

Right. Well, can you tell us where we
can find him, love?

Danny's dead.

He drowned six months ago.

But why would Harry review a case that's
already closed?

Wasn't even his department.

We're looking for Gaynor Wire.

Is this about Danny?

Can we come in, love?

He was on his way home.

He was drunk.

The police found his body washed up in
Barrow Ridge Bay.

They said he fell off the cliff path.

The coroner concluded it was an
accident. Oh, yeah, easier for everyone.

Meaning?

Oh, Danny Welch had it coming.

No great loss.

Never even got to see this one.

Now, Harry Fenton, local copper, you
must have heard what happened to him.

I heard.

Well, he'd been taking an interest in
Danny's death.

Do you want to tell us why?

I went to see Harry at the club.

I asked him to look at the case again.

Now, what did he say to that?

He said he'd look into it.

He warned me not to get my hopes up.

Even stopped taking the calls.

Here's your number.

You'd better pay as you go.

His daughter warned us off in the end.

Hayley? She warned you off?

Harry must have told her I'd been giving
him grief.

I just needed to know.

So, was Danny drinking in the club?

The night he died.

He would have been with his mates from
work.

And did those mates know he'd tipped off
the police about the money laundering?

He was angry that they'd sacked him.

I told him not to make that call.

Well, that wouldn't have played out too
well, would it?

Danny was a whistleblower over at the
yard.

Murdered for tipping off the police.
Harry was on to it. Ended up dead

Hang on.

This fellow's drinking at the club.

Nightly died.

Headed home to gain her.

He was walking in the wrong direction.

Are you trying to get around?

I'm an angel.

We're just friends. Oh, none of my
business, love.

What was it you wanted?

Oh, just a little chat, love.

About Danny Welch.

We know your dad was looking into his
death.

You knew it was Gaynor making those
phone calls to the house, didn't you?

I had a fair idea.

Well, if she's the other woman, why not
put your mum's mind at rest?

I didn't know she suspected.

That was the first I've heard of it.
Nah. I think there's more to it than

My dad should never have been looking
into the case.

He said it was best if we kept it
between us.

Did the pair of you fall out over it?

He found out I'd been round this again
and blew up in me face.

Come on.

Dale Aikerman's here for you.

I said he's not used to waiting.

He needs to speak to you personally.

Well, let's see if I can't bring him in.

Mr. Aikerman.

I'd like a few minutes alone with Jill
Crowley.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. She's still being
questioned.

I've decided not to press charges.

Wouldn't look good for the business.
I'll be the one to decide which charges

press. I've got you here. There's a few
more questions I'd like to ask you. I've

got nothing to hide.

Good.

Where were you Friday afternoon?

I was at the charity do. My company's
one of the sponsors.

Danny Welch.

He was sacked from your haulage yard.

He tipped the police off about the money
laundering.

Ended up dead two weeks later.

As I said, Jill did all the hiring and
firing.

Well, this driver she hired, currently
in custody, Naz Ahmed,

it was you who put her up to hiring him.

Now that'd make me a liar.

Wouldn't it just?

Harry Fenton's phone logs.

Evidence he called your mobile two weeks
ago, the day before the fraud squad

dropped in at the depot. Aye, a
detective rang me, wanted to ask a few

questions. A meeting was set up.

It'll all be in the diary.

Didn't say what he wanted to talk about.

I assume it was the ongoing inquiry.

No, no, no. No, that won't wash.

DC Fentner taking himself off the case.
Conflict of interest.

Might explain why he never turned up.

Now, here's a face you ought to
recognize, despite the cuts and bruises.

Press charges against you for assault.

That was years ago.

After one of your heavies beat him up.

Charges that were dropped.

Now, why was that, do you reckon?

Because one of the officers working the
case convinced him it was in his best

interest.

And in return, D .C. Fenton, who you've
never met...

gets hold of a list of known agitators,
several of whom are banged up. That'll

conjecture. And you've been greasing his
palm ever since, haven't you?

Backhanders, bribes, call it what you
will. Libel of speculation.

You're up to your eyeballs in this money
laundering scam.

Harry tips you the wink, two weeks later
he's murdered, and his body delivered

to that abattoir or one of your trucks.

You don't know who you're dealing with
here.

I'd like to make a phone call.

William Brackney. Oh, I suspect you've
got your brief on speed dial.

You're going to need him, pet.

Is that about stacked up? He'll be
definitely there at the charity lunch.

Well, a man like Aikerman, he's not
going to get his hands dirty, is he?

Mum? What?

William Brackley's demanding to see you.

Me indeed.

Get onto that charity website.

See if you can find out what time
Eggerman left that to.

Ah, Mr. Brackney. Right, you have no
right to question him without a legal

representative. Ah, no, your client
agreed to a voluntary interview.

And I won't be taking a lecture on
ethics from you.

Sorry, what's that supposed to mean?

I know you passed on details of Nazar
Med's interview, and that's a clear

of client confidentiality. Yes, but you
can't prove anything.

Well, maybe not.

But I will be passing on my concerns to
the Bar Council.

So you'd better watch your step and
sign.

I could have come down to the station.

I wanted to keep it between us. Here you
go.

Okay. I'm all ears.

You said you'd never met Dale Aikman.

I think I'd have remembered.

That charity lunch you attended last
week, his company was my responses.

Been checking up on me.

Saw your name on the guest list, that's
all.

Well, if Aikman was there, I certainly
didn't speak to him.

You dragged me down here just to ask me
that.

Something's come to light in the course
of our inquiries concerning D .C.

Fenton.

Is this about his conflict of interest?
No, I think he might have been corrupt.

Harry? No, no way.

You seem pretty sure about that. I
worked alongside him 24 -7.

He might have had a false defend.

No chance, not in a million years. We
know that he made contact with Dale

Aikerman weeks before he died.

I think he deliberately misled the Ford
investigation.

Take it you can back this up.

That warrant that you applied for to
order the haulage yard, someone else

it to make a copy.

All warrants are tagged and recorded.
You know that as well as I do. Harry

wouldn't be that stupid.

I'm guessing he took it to Dale
Aikerman.

But you don't have any proof.

Redacted phone logs.

Missing transcripts or witness
statements.

He was trying to hide the evidence.

Covering his tracks.

Who else knows about this?

Right now, just the two of us.

Do us a favor and keep it that way.

I'm going to have to share this with the
boss.

Just let me do some digging. A couple of
hours.

If all of my team is on the take, I'm
the best person to bring this to light.

Anyone else, the whole unit's trying
this.

Aiden.

A couple of hours, then I'm taking it to
the DCI.

I'll let you know what I come up with.

How did that go?

I think she took the bait.

I'll talk.

I'm not here.

Harry didn't ask to be taken off the
case.

It was you wanted him out of the loop.

You were afraid this fraud case was
going to blow up in your face.

Now here you are obstructing a murder
investigation. I did nothing to

your case. Nothing? You tipped off
Aikerman, told him we'd made an arrest.

Twenty minutes later, that lawyer turns
up.

So what more did Aikerman offer you, eh?

Leg up the ladder.

Dinner with the ACC.

We've been investigating a private
security firm.

They had a contract with Aikerman.

Construction sites, door work.

The manager had formed for tax evasion
and in the course of our investigation,

the manager and I, we got a bit too
close.

So Aikerman was blackmailing you?

They used it as leverage.

So why didn't you check it up there,
Glover?

First, don't do your mistake.

He's got friends in high places. I
hardly think they'd have given me the

of the doubt.

No, you'll never find that out now, will
you?

Tell me something.

Do you think Adrian Man killed Harry
Fenton?

I've been asking myself the same
question.

They're going to want you Warren
Cardlaw.

You played me.

You're no better than he is.

There's enough on there to implicate
Ackerman in serious fraud.

If I'm going down, I'm taking him with
me.

Harry and me were born within weeks of
each other.

Even then I was a few pounds heavier.

I remember us as kids.

We'd comb the beets together.

Wag in school for some crabbing.

Grown up.

Married.

Kids.

But all us look out for our own.

All us look out for each other.

When the people at the club, they were
like family.

You ask anyone sitting here, they'll all
tell you, Harry was one of the good

guys.

One of the best.

Something going on we should know about?

Oh, not for me to say.

You'll find out soon enough.

If people here knew I've been talking...
Off the record, wasn't it?

I'd be finished in this neck.

Well, they'll not hear it from me.

Danny Welch, that may mean anything to
you.

He was found on a beach a few months
ago.

Death by misadventure.

Sparrow Ridge Bay, right there.

Did you know D .C. Fenton was looking
into that case?

Come on, love, it's important.

He said it was personal.

Something to do with a mate.

That's still off the record.

Got something.

Kenny, I need these tires checked.

We're looking for a match to the treads
found at the murder scene.

You sure you want to do this now?

What, wouldn't they probably wait
without an arrest or two?

I thought maybe I could take you out.

One night.

Just the two of us.

This really isn't the time, Gareth. Why
not?

After everything that's happened, yeah.

Gareth Hennons, we need to question you
in connection with the death of DC Harry

Fenton. What? We're in the middle of a
wake. I didn't do it.

Hey, just stay calm, thank you. You're
not taking him anywhere.

Well, you'd better find us somewhere
where we can talk, love, before this lot

decide to lynch him.

Of death.

Oh, no.

What's going on?

Stay there.

Now then, Gareth Pett.

Caution by the police a few months ago.
Bit of a kick -off down in the club.

A couple of punters had a pop at each
other.

Aye, but then you got stuck in.

I was only trying to break it up.

Danny Welch ever give you any grief?

Your mam said he was trouble after he'd
had a few.

Danny had a dirty mouth.

Like to throw his weight about.

Now, night...

Danny was found dead.

You'd been drinking in the bar together.

He might have popped in.

I can't remember.

Oh, I think you remember, love.

Because you followed him out of the club
at closing time, didn't you? Parked up

on the prom.

And we got proof.

At the club fan.

So?

I went for a drive.

What, with a skin full of beer?

He was headed over to Hayley.

Try his luck, he said.

Oh, well, I see you'd have to put a stop
to that.

Lost your temper?

No.

It was his fault.

He called me a loser.

Said Hayley wouldn't look at me twice.

Is that when you punched him?

I'm saying nothing.

My mum told us not to.

Well, that's because she's trying to
protect you, Gareth.

But I think it's time you told us the
truth, don't you?

I swear.

If he hadn't have been pissed, he'd
never have fallen.

So when did Harry find out what had
really happened?

He didn't.

Why didn't he tell anyone?

Because I think you killed him to cover
your tracks.

dumped his body in with a pile of dead
sheep up at Broadwick Farm.

They found his body at Brinkley?

The abattoir?

Ah, because that's where you know to end
up.

In Nazar mids lorry. You wrote it all
down on your job sheet.

I was here at the club all evening. Ask
me, ma.

She'll tell you.

We had Harry's send -off to organise.

So you're telling us you were here all
evening with your ma and dad?

My dad got back around seven.

Got back?

Back from where, love?

Cash and carry.

These job sheets.

Do you ever take them home with you?

Why? Why do you do that?

My dad.

Need to check them for us. Make sure
I've got things right.

Mom, you're not doing this without
backup.

I'll call you if I need you.

Your son's just confessed to his part in
the death of Danny Welch.

Well, that gets confused.

Is that why you're covered for him?

Look, it's all going to come out, so you
might as well tell me.

I didn't have a choice.

Yes, you did.

You chose to cover it up.

He came home in a state, told us what
had happened.

I swear I was all set to ring the
police. Eileen stopped us.

Said if I did, I was prisoned.

Well, I'm not sure I fancy his chances
now.

Been living with it for months.

Nothing mentioned.

Nothing said.

And then Harry finds your number plates
caught on camera.

If that lesser Danny's had just left it
alone, I told him no good would come of

it. Harry knew you were hiding
something.

His murder took some planning.

I don't think your Gareth has got the
nose for it.

So why don't you help me to clear your
son's name?

Harry told me I had to turn Gareth in.

24 hours, he said.

If I didn't, he was going to arrest him.

So you arranged to meet him up on the
moor?

Nothing a war couldn't solve.

Ah, not this time, eh?

Just wanted to talk to him.

Try and get him to see sense.

You took a gun with you. Every intention
of killing him.

He got it on himself.

Your best mate.

He never made me choose.

Dumped his body and left it to burn.

I couldn't turn Gareth in.

My own flesh and blood.

All those years, me and Harry.

Could have counted for something.

Could have just.

Let it go.

No, well, the trouble was, Harry
couldn't just let it go, could he?

And you knew that better than anyone.

Copper to the core.

One day he might learn to trust me.

What's that supposed to mean? He could
have had that gun in his pocket.

Well, he didn't.

Luckily. Still balding in there. Not so
much as a second thought.

Sounds like D .I. Chandra talking.

Go on, say it.

Say what?

I'm a bad judge of character.

Well, that'd be judging after the fact,
wouldn't it?

Besides, I got D .C. Fenton all wrong,
didn't I?

Turns out to be the fella they all said
he was.

You know, she offered us a job.

Did she?

Well, at least she had good taste.

How did we?

I was flattered.

Thought about it.

Then I thought, nah, better off with old
school.

Do you want a lift?

Are you going to let me drive for once?

Over my dead body.

You're coming.