All language subtitles for DCI Banks S05E01-E02 - To Burn in Every Drop of Blood x264 RB58

♪ Ooh Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Oh, that's sweet!

Oh! No, no, no. Now they're fighting back.

- Now they're fighting back!
- In your dreams.

He's caught the entire midfield,
standing still, flatfooted.

What were they thinking?

Oh! Ho, ho!

Now that was sweet. Get us a beer?

Go on.

Hey, can I borrow your car?

Why?

Gotta meet someone.

What, now?

I thought we were going to go to the pub?

Sorry, little bro. I've got some business.

Keys?

Fill her up while you're at it, yeah?

In a bit.

Bang on time.

I like it.

Not so sure about this place, though.

- Morning.
- Morning, boss.

Thanks.

Morning, Helen, what are we looking at?

Morning. Unidentified male.

Probably in his twenties.

No wallet, no phone,
no nothing, I'm afraid.

Someone bashed his head in.

They really went to town, didn't they?

- Ken, murder weapon?
- We're doing a fingertip search, boss.

- Nothing yet.
- Who found him?

Kyle Finn. He's 17.

Came here this morning,
to pay his respects.

A friend of his killed herself here.

- Sian.
- Yeah. Sian Haddon.

She hanged herself about six months ago.

Where is he now?

Gone back to the station to be swabbed

and hand in his clothes.

We can talk to him later.
He's pretty cut up, apparently.

This all smells of petrol.

There's a car in the car park. From the
tyre tracks, it's been there all night.

- Could be the victim's.
- Registered to?

Nathan Horsley. Lives in Holbeck.

What's he doing here?

You seen the bank manager?

- No. Why? - You're looking
very sharp these days.

Well, nice to make an effort.

Yes?

We're looking for a Nathan Horsley.

That's me.

Mr Horsley, do you know where your car is?

No. I leant it to my brother.
Why? Has he done something stupid?

Can I help?

I'm DI Morton. This is DC
Blackstone. We're here to see Kyle.

Is it about this morning?

Yeah.

You'd better come inside.

I don't understand.

I mean, the woods?

What was he doing out there?

We were hoping you might
be able to tell us.

There was some sort of shrine
there to someone named Sian Haddon.

Does that mean anything?

- No. - And you have no idea who
Damon was meeting last night?

No. Only that he got a text message
and then he said he had to go out.

And did he often go out
like that? Without warning?

I suppose so.

And what did you do?

Erm, just watched the
TV and then fell asleep.

And you didn't speak to him again?

We're gonna need to take some things away.

Paperwork, bank statements, his computer.

Help yourself. He didn't
have a computer, though.

He just used his phone for everything.

- Where did he work?
- He didn't. He was unemployed.

And you got on well, the two of you?

He was my big brother, you know?

He always looked out for me.

For the last few months, he let me
stay here while I get on my feet.

I don't know what I'm gonna do now.

I wanted to go there first thing.

Lay some flowers.

It's Sian's birthday
today, you see. Her 18th.

A lot of the kids go there.

They leave cards and messages and objects.

It's a comfort.

And when you found the
body, what did you do?

I mean, at first I thought it was
someone sleeping rough. Some tramp.

I was annoyed because
it's Sian's, you know.

It's special to Sian.

So I went over to wake
him up, and tell him to...

.. go somewhere else.

And then I saw his head.

It's OK.

I ran.

I just wanted to get away.

So you touched the body?

Yes.

That's great(!) He's just given himself
an excuse for having blood on his clothes.

Yes, that's a bit of luck, isn't it?

We need to look at Damon
Horsley's finances.

Did you see the size of that telly?

You don't pay for that
just living on benefits.

Exactly.

Oi!

That was my coffee.

Sorry about that.

- Sorry about that...?
- Erm, and I'll get you another one?

Sir.

Oh! Sir.

Erm, only can it wait?
I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Clearly.

Damon Horsley. 24, unemployed.

Now last night, for
reasons we don't yet know,

he went to a clearing deep
in the Attermore woods.

And that's where he was killed,
somewhere between 6 and 10PM.

His wallet, watch and phone were taken.

So, what, this was a robbery?

It's not very likely.
It's the middle of nowhere.

There was petrol on the ground. Maybe
the killer was gonna burn the body.

- Why didn't they?
- Maybe they got interrupted.

Ran off before they set it alight.

And he died near where a
Sian Haddon hanged herself

about six months ago.

Is that significant? Maybe he knew her?

There could be a connection.
He wasn't there by accident.

You know, it could just be
some nutter in the woods.

Could be. Which is why I want you
to look into any unsolved crimes.

Murders, assaults, complaints.
See if there are any similarities.

Maybe this is part of a pattern.

We know what time he left his flat.

We can make an educated guess at
what time he arrived at the woods.

So, CCTV. Did he stop
anywhere? Pick anyone up?

OK, that's it.

Everyone? I'd like to introduce you
to the newest member of our team.

This is DC Vince Grady, comes to
us with glowing references and...

.. an impressive conviction rate,

which is the hallmark of
good, solid coppering.

And I know from personal experience
you'll all make him feel very welcome.

- Right.
- Welcome.

Hello.

Shall I get you that coffee now, guv?

Oh, I think there's gonna
be plenty of time for that.

DC Blackstone here will
take you under his wing.

And I prefer 'boss'.

You, erm, ready for the
heady delights of Records?

Just wind me up and point
me in the right direction.

Multiple wounds, leading
to massive head trauma.

Any idea of the weapon?

From the size of the wounds and
the nature of the fractures,

I'd say something like a hammer.

The first blow was here, on the side,

just above the temporal bone.

No defensive wounds, interestingly.

Nothing to the arms and the hands.

He was attacked from behind?

Wasn't enough to kill, though.
It will have incapacitated him.

This one here's the killer.

- And what about the others?
- Delivered postmortem.

They just kept battering
away, even after he was dead?

This was a frenzied attack.

I assume the killer, they'd
have blood on them too?

Almost certainly. Up close and
personal like that. Hard to avoid.

I've traced Sian Haddon's father.
He's got a farm out near Potterton.

Well, let's see what he has to say.

Something else?

Erm, well, it's... It's just...

I'm thinking of putting in for DCI.

Really?

Yeah.

I thought I'd apply.

Well, that's certainly...

.. an option.

Annie?

Horsley's bank statements.

A monthly payment to
Lassiter Moorings Limited.

They have sites all up at
the Leeds Liverpool Canal.

Damon Horsley was paying a mooring fee?

Because Damon Horsley had a barge.

This one.

Ken.

Boss.

Oh, gross!

So he didn't do everything on his phone.

How does someone on the dole
afford a shiny new computer?

What's that rope attached to?

Pills, lots of them!

I reckon that's how he afforded
his shiny new computer.

Weed.

There's tonnes of the stuff.

Let's see if his brother
knows anything about this.

Nathan?

Nathan?

Nath... Nathan!

Put it down!

Nathan! Put it down!

He just started pulling the place apart.

It's all right.

Take your time, have a
little drink of water.

He just steamed in and he was yelling.

You know, where's Damon and
what did he do with the money.

What money?

He said that Damon owed him 30K.

Damon owed £30,000?

- That's what he said.
- Had you ever seen him before?

Never.

I was telling him I didn't
have it, it wasn't here.

And then what happened?

He went into the toilet.

And he came out and he had this bag.

It was filled with money.

It turns out Damon had a
hiding place in the bathroom.

Do you mind if I have a quick look?

Well done.

You'll probably end up
coming to the station with us.

What are you doing?

Erm, Mr Haddon?

Yeah.

I'm DI Morton.

I'm here to talk to you about Sian.

Boss, what was Horsley dealing?

Weed, mostly. A few other bits and pieces.

E's, prescription drugs, things like that.

And his brother Nathan, did
he know about the money?

Says not. But he could be lying.

Maybe he faked the whole thing.

Killed his brother, took the
money and staged the break-in.

Why would he do that?

Yeah, and if no-one knew about the
money why draw attention to it?

No, I think Nathan was telling the truth.

Which means Damon Horsley
owed someone £30,000.

Sounds like motive to me.

Did Sian ever mention
a Damon Horsley to you?

No. Why?

He was murdered last night.

What's it to do with Sian?

He was found at her shrine.

That bloody place.

Could he have been a
friend or a boyfriend maybe?

It's possible.

We didn't talk about things like that.

After her mum died, Sian
just went into herself.

The school helped a bit.

They arranged for her to see
someone. You know, to talk.

Like a therapist?

Counsellor. For a while I thought
it was doing Sian some good.

On the last day, she...

.. she kissed me and said she loved
me, which she didn't do usually.

That should have...

I was away most of the day.

When I got back, she'd left
a note on the kitchen table.

'I'm sorry, but it's too hard'.

We used to go to those woods
to walk the dog, all of us.

Sian loved it.

Running around, climbing trees.

Aye, she were always good at that.

You know your operating system
is about four years out of date?

Is that bad?

In computer years it is. Don't
you automatically update?

Only the important things.

Will I see you later?

Can I call you? I don't know
how late I'm gonna be here.

Any time. I'll come over and cook.

Update, OK? Not everything new is bad.

We've got a positive ID on
the print from Horsley's flat.

A Charles Franklin.

He's got an ABH conviction, but
as a juvenile. Nothing recent.

Charlie Franklin. I know him.

He bangs heads for Steve Richards.

- Who's Steve Richards?
- Officially, a property developer.

A friend of judges, councillors and MPs.

Unofficially, he's involved
in prostitution, drugs,

protection rackets, money
laundering, the works.

So you think Charlie
Franklin was collecting money

Horsley owed Richards?

Let's go and find out.

I haven't been able to link
Sian Haddon to Horsley yet

but her school recommended
she see a counsellor

to help her deal with her mum's death.

- Do we have a name?
- Yeah.

Alice Finn. Kyle's mother.

I'm gonna find out what she knows.

I think Kyle and Sian had a lot in common.

They both lost a parent.

Oh, Kyle's father died?

As good as. He left us.

Divorced me and started
a new family in Dubai.

We never see him.

- That must have been hard for you.
- Well, men do that.

Not always.

Not always. Still, you get over it.

But Kyle?

Well, I dunno. He really feels things.

Losing Sian was hard.

And she was a patient for how long?

Three months-ish.

Wasn't it difficult that
she was Kyle's friend?

No, she was happy to see me.

I'd never ask anyone to do something
they weren't comfortable with.

Did she ever mention the
murder victim, Damon Horsley?

I'm sorry.

Patient confidentiality, I can't really.

But in circumstances like
this, it is discretionary.

Sian's issues were mostly
at home, to be honest.

With her father?

Look, she smoked a bit of
marijuana, like a lot of teenagers.

She did mention Damon Horsley.

I think he got her the drugs sometimes.

Hmmm.

Did her father know that?

Yeah, and he didn't approve.

Sian said he, erm, had problems.

But you can't always trust
what a teenager says, can you?

Do you know what sort of problems?

With his temper.

That's Franklin's car.

That's him!

Annie! With me!

Aggh!

Once more, round the park?

Look what we found in the
boot of your car, Charlie.

That's the money you
stole from Damon Horsley.

I didn't steal it. He owed it.

30,000 quid. That's a lot.

Who did he owe it to? Steven Richards?

- No comment. - Someone killed
Damon Horsley last night.

Where were you?

- I was playing snooker.
- All night?

Until about one.

Look,

if someone owes you money, you scare 'em.

You make sure they pay.

You don't kill 'em.

We can't hold him.

Check his alibi for last night,

charge him with criminal
damage and get him bailed.

He's got a point. Why would Richards kill or
have him killed before he got his money back?

It doesn't make sense.

Let's go and ask him.

Damon Horsley?

I wish I could help you but
I've never heard of this guy.

Even though he owed you money?

Who says he owed me money?

You sent Charlie Franklin to collect it.

I don't believe I did.
Did Charlie say that?

No, I didn't think so.

Look, Charlie does jobs
for all sorts of people.

Perhaps you should question him again.

Were you Horsley's supplier? Is
that how he came to owe you £30,000?

Of course not. That would be illegal.

And I'm not a criminal.

You got all this through hard graft.

I'm a businessman. I made
some smart investments.

You know you can do just about anything

with hard work and a little bit of luck.

Can I ask you where you were last night?

If you like. I was home.

With my wife Tamsin.

So, erm,

yep!

So if you want corroboration for my
whereabouts last night, now's your chance.

My wife Tamsin, daughter Kat.

- DCI Banks.
- DS Cabot.

Your husband tells us he was
here with you last night.

- That's right.
- Kat, I saw you today.

Near Damon Horsley's barge.

I dunno who you're talking about.

On the towpath, near the canal?

Yeah. I like it down there.

If that's everything...

For now.

You really want it to
be him, don't you? Why?

Years ago I was working on a
case. It was a double murder.

Two blokes shotgunned in a Range
Rover parked up on the moors.

Had all the hallmarks of a hit.

We made the case against
Richards, and it was solid.

And it went to court and a
jury decided he was not guilty.

- You think he got to them?
- We couldn't prove anything.

Since then, we haven't been able to get
Richards anywhere near a courtroom.

So, yes, I want Steven
Richards behind bars.

And I want it to be me who puts him there.

Forensic results are back
on Kyle Finn's clothing.

The blood matches Damon Horsley's.

Any pointers to how it got there?

It's inconclusive.

It might be from moving the body. It
might be consistent with an attack.

- No-one's prepared to commit either way.
- Thanks Helen.

- Good night.
- Night.

- Straight home?
- Yeah. Night.

I was thinking, you and Jess?

Why don't we get together, the four of us?

- Go somewhere nice for dinner.
- Think so?

Yeah, it would be silly not to.

You're with her. I'm with David.

We're all grown-ups, we've all moved on.

Yeah, all right. Well, you and
David come over to mine. I'll cook.

- Please don't.
- It's no trouble.

That's not what I meant.

Erm, well, still come over.

Jess can cook.

The day after tomorrow but the night.

I'd like that. Night.

Night, Annie.

Yeah. Charlie Franklin was in here.

- All night?
- As far as I know.

Ask around. Most of the
guys were here last night.

Between them, they'll vouch for Charlie.

What about CCTV?

One. Pointing at the till.

- What? Is that it?
- It's not the punters I'm worried about.

It's the poxy staff taking a dip.

Thanks.

Prefer a pub. A bit of
noise, game of pool.

Yeah, I can see that. The
tables are smaller, for a start.

So?

I reckon you'd run out of
puff around a bigger one.

I'm sorry to put all this on you

but Annie hinted rather heavily

that she wouldn't come round
here again if I was cooking.

Yeah, fine.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Ah, hey, if you're worried about
Annie coming over this week

there's no need.

I've had a job offer.

It's more responsibility and better money.

What's not to like?

It's in Glasgow.

So?

When do you have to let them know?

By the end of the week ideally.

Something to think about, eh?

Yeah.

We found it this morning
on Damon Horsley's laptop.

He'd deleted it, but we were able
to retrieve it from his hard drive.

That's Kat Richards.

So she was sleeping with Horsley.

Bring her in.

And this proves what, exactly?

That your client was having a
relationship with Damon Horsley.

Hardly a crime. No, but
lying to the police is.

So why did you say you
didn't know Horsley?

Kat?

Kat?

It's pretty.

Is it pierced?

Erm, yeah.

I was never brave enough to
get the cartilage pierced.

- Strictly lobes, me.
- It's fine. It doesn't hurt.

Much as I'm enjoying this...

This situation, Kat.

You have to see it from our point of view.

You weren't straight with us.

When that happens, when
we're investigating a murder,

it makes us suspicious.

Just tell the truth. OK?

OK.

So. Why did you tell
us you didn't know him?

I didn't want Dad to know.

Where were you the night
Damon Horsley was killed?

- What?
- Oh, come on. My client...

Your client was involved with the
victim. Then she denied knowing him.

And she's explained why.

And at the very least needs to
be eliminated from our inquiries.

So where were you?

- I was out.
- Where?

- Just wandering around town.
- Did you meet up with anyone?

- No-one.
- So no-one can corroborate this?

No. I'm sorry.

DCI Banks.

- I'd say that was a new low.
- This from Steven Richards' lawyer.

- She's a vulnerable child.
- Then you'd better take her home.

You know, maybe just owing Richards
money wasn't enough motive.

- But if Richards found out Horsley was
sleeping with his daughter? - Yeah.

Is there much more?

We know Charlie Franklin was there.

We've got six punters with eyes
on him at some point all evening.

- What, and that makes it kosher?
- Yeah, I'm just saying.

What's the matter? Getting bored
with good, solid coppering?

I thought that's what you were good at.

Yeah, I just don't think it's
the best use of our time.

I wanna be out there, on the streets.

That's where the answers are.

Look at this.

Charlie Franklin's finished his pint.

Big deal.

Look where he's going.

Brendon Haddon, Sian's dad,
was arrested 18 months ago.

- For what?
- Assault.

He took a swing at some lad
who worked in a coffee shop.

Reckoned he was selling weed
to the kids as a sideline.

It's something, I suppose.

And forensics are back

on the soil samples we took at the scene.

And they found recent
traces of poultry Coccidia.

It's a parasite found in
the faeces of chickens.

Charming. So you think
Brendon was at the scene?

Tramping chicken shit all over the site.

How recently?

Well, after it last rained.
So no more than 24 hours ago.

We can put him at the scene the
same day Damon Horsley was murdered.

We'd better go and speak to him, then.

Yeah, I went after him.

Sian was getting that stuff from someone.

Just not the man you attacked.

As it turned out.

Did you know Damon Horsley sold to Sian?

No, I...

We know you were at the
shrine the night Horsley died.

So?

Well last time I was here,
you said you hated it.

So what were you doing there?

Did you blame Horsley for Sian's death?

Is that why you met him at her shrine?

- I didn't.
- Then why were you there?

That place,

it's where Sian's life ended.

Hers and mine.

But what happened, happened to us.

It's ours. And they've turned it into...

.. a funfair.

Cheap flowers, stupid messages.

It's all about them.

It's nothing to do with her.

It was my baby girl's birthday.

I decided to wipe that
thing out once and for all.

I went there to burn it.

I poured petrol over it.

But when it came to it,

I couldn't do it.

He knew about the petrol.

We didn't make that public
so how could he have known?

Unless he killed Horsley and was planning
to burn the body like we originally thought.

What, and burning the
shrine was just a story?

What, do you think he's that clever?

I don't know.

Where now?

There.

I think Brendon Haddon's
telling the truth.

Some of the cards on the
shrine were covered in plastic.

- Yes. - So I've just
spoken to forensics.

Here's Horsley's blood,
where it dried, yeah?

But underneath it?

Petrol?

Poured over the shrine before the murder.

So if Haddon was the killer and wanted to burn
the body the blood would have been there first.

- So you know what this means.
- Yeah, Haddon's lucky I'm paying attention.

And we're back to square one.

- Mmm. - It's nice work,
though, Helen. Well done.

Thanks.

Boss, Richards wasn't at home the
night Horsley was killed. He lied.

Boss.

I found this.

CCTV footage of Charlie Franklin
on the night of Horsley's murder.

And look who he's going to meet.

Steven Richards.

And that's his alibi blown.

- Thanks for coming, Rob.
- Good to see you.

Are you all right for drinks, guys?

- Hi, how are you?
- Cheers.

- Good to see you again.
- And good to see you too.

How much longer? My
smile muscles are aching.

As long as it takes.

So make nice. We're this close.

That's my invite.

- Are you kidding me?
- Steven Richards!

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Damon Horsley.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Do you really wanna do this?

For a very long time.

Take a good look at the time and the date.

You told me you were at
home all that evening.

This proves otherwise.

So it does.

- Where did you go?
- I had some business to attend to.

Mr Nadir, would you please
instruct your client

that it's in his best interests
to answer all our questions fully.

You do know I can hear you, right?

You're so angry.

You've got this great lump of... of anger,

right here.

It can't do you any good.

Damon Horsley owed you a lot of money

and he was sleeping with your daughter.

And you lied about your whereabouts
the night of his murder.

Even if this were the case, since
you have no physical evidence

and are, in fact, unable to actually put my
client anywhere near the unfortunate Mr Horsley,

all of this is just conjecture.

Which does not a case make.

That's quite an impressive development
you're trying to get off the ground.

- Thank you.
- You must have a lot riding on it.

The whole expensive,

time-consuming enterprise would
probably come crashing down

if you were to be charged with murder.

In fact, I bet all your
backers would just melt away.

You can't charge him. You
haven't got anything.

Of course the charges could
subsequently be dropped

but by then the damage would've been done,

wouldn't it?

So where were you?

Who were you meeting?

All right.

Erm,

what we're gonna do now

is put you in a cell while
we investigate further.

Decide whether or not
we're gonna charge you.

And now, this big lump of anger

is telling you this interview's over.

Sssh!

Still got it.

Can I see him?

Fine.

They're keeping him locked up.

Do you understand what you've done?

It's not my fault.

If you hadn't lied to the
police about Horsley.

Oh, my God!

They wouldn't be going after your dad now.

Oh, nothing else they
could get on him, is there?

- Don't be clever with me, Kat.
- You're as bad as each other.

- Where are you going?
- Out.

Kat!

Kat!

- Kat!
- I'm going into town.

Is that from Horsley's barge?

Yeah. I wondered if we missed something.

Something to link him to Richards.

Ken, when was that video
of Kat Richards taken?

Created on the 24th.

Helen, I just wanted to say,

if you wanna go for DCI
then, hell, yes, you should.

You know I don't need
your permission, don't you?

I'm aware of that.

Good. Because, erm, I put my
application in about half an hour ago.

- Great. - So I'll be needing
you to write me a reference.

Of course.

We need to speak to Kat again.

Why?

That video of her was shot on the 24th.

- And?
- This is from a boarding pass.

Horsley tore it up to use as
a roach. Look at the date.

Damon Horsley was in Amsterdam

on the 24th. Whoever took
that video of Kat Richards,

it wasn't him.

I need your help.

Hey, mate, have you any weed?

- You must be able to sort us a bag.
- Just get lost, will you?

Chill out, man.

We need to speak to your
daughter, please, Mrs Richards.

She's not in.

- Do you know where she is?
- No.

Can you try calling her, please?
We really need to speak to her.

Why? What's she done?

Banks.

OK. Thank you.

Has something happened?

We may have found your
daughter, Mrs Richards.

Two suicides and one murder.

- This place should come with
a health warning. - How long?

Preliminary examination suggests
she's been dead less than two hours.

And she left this.

A suicide note?

Confessing to Damon Horsley's murder.

Get it verified, please.

Anyone told Richards?

Not yet.

She's not wearing her ear cuff.

What now?

Mr Richards, a few hours ago, your
daughter was found in the woods

where Damon Horsley was killed.

I'm afraid she's dead.

No. That's not...

It looks as though she may
have taken her own life.

Ah, you're lying. You're lying.

Your wife has been informed.

- Kat wouldn't do that. She
wouldn't do that. - I'm sorry.

I want you all to go. Go, please.

Pending further enquiries, you'll
be bailed to return in three weeks.

The duty sergeant will arrange everything.

We will need you to make a
formal identification of the body.

Just go.

She had a necklace...

.. with a 'K'.

I gave it to her for her
16th. I'd like it back.

We can't release anything
just yet, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry.

We don't want your sympathy.

According to Tamsin Richards,
they had a row, Kat stormed off,

and that was the last time she saw her.

Where did she go? Who did she see?
How come she ended up in the woods?

Contact all the cab companies.

There's a bus stop about
half a mile from there.

- Maybe she took a bus.
- What about her phone?

It was in her pocket, but the battery
is flat. We're trying to unlock it now.

She kills Damon Horsley, cos maybe
they were in a relationship,

he finds the tape, was gonna dump her.

Then she's overcome with grief and guilt,

returns to the scene of the crime
and tops herself. Case closed.

Except Kat Richards' confession alone

isn't enough to close the
book on the Horsley murder.

Why suicide? Did she even show
any signs of suicidal tendencies?

What sites did she visit
online? Any forums?

What about messages she may
have posted on social media?

Until we know more, the
Horsley case remains open,

and we treat Kat Richards'
death as suspicious!

Do you have kids?

A little girl.

- How old?
- Nearly four.

Kat used to collect plasters.

Every plaster she ever used,
we stuck to that shelf.

There's dozens of them,

all the Disney Princesses,
hanging there, like trophies.

She was so proud of them.

I can't do it.

Not twice. Not... not two children.

The report's in from
the Forensic Linguist.

- On the suicide note?
- Hm.

Handwriting comparisons
prove Kat Richards wrote it.

Apparently, it has many of
the markers' characteristic

- of a genuine note.
- Such as?

Well, it says she uses active verbs
such as 'do', 'get', and 'give'.

And here, "Don't feel too
bad, it's not your fault.

I hope you understand." So she's
accepted she's going to die,

and she hopes others will enjoy
their life after she's gone.

- And that makes it genuine?
- Well, according to this,

but it's all a bit
woolly, though, isn't it?

I think I prefer real forensics.

If you're gonna be a DCI,

you have to take all the help you can get.

- Oh, have you had a chance
to do my reference? - Not yet.

- It's just the Board wants it as
soon as possible. - I'll get to it.

- And I want your honest opinion,
like, warts and all. - Really?

- Well, there's no point, otherwise,
is there? - Oh, absolutely.

Kat loved her little brother.

He would've been 10 now.

Jack, after Steve's dad.

He wasn't a sickly baby
or anything like that.

There was nothing, no warning.

18 months.

Steve found him in the
morning when he got up...

.. and we drove to A&E, but I knew.

I knew when they crowded round him,

this scrap on the table...

No coffin should be that small.

And now I have to...

.. I can't do it. I can't.

Did Kat have a best friend?

Anyone she could confide in?

Not since Sian.

She went through a bad
patch a few months ago.

- Just teenage stuff.
- What sort of stuff?

It was a phase.

She cut herself a few times...

.. and I got her to see
someone, and she got over it.

- She saw someone?
- A counsellor.

Alice. Alice Finn.

Kat Richards was a patient of Alice Finn.

What, just like Sian Haddon?

She stopped seeing her
a couple of months ago.

- I don't know how much she'll know.
- Still, two patients, two suicides...

- Coincidence?
- Or a crap therapist.

Yeah, I'll speak to her
again in the morning.

Thanks, Helen.

So I spoke to David. We're all
set. Eight o'clock tomorrow night.

- Yes, looking forward to
it. - Yeah, me, too. - Yeah.

I found significant amounts of a
benzodiazepine in her stomach.

- Enough to kill?
- Certainly.

Especially since she'd also
been smoking marijuana.

And she definitely took the pills herself?

There's no sign of bruising round the jaw,

no evidence of a struggle,
or of her being force-fed.

So, yes, I'd say the pills
were self-administered.

All right, thanks, doc.

But she didn't take them where she died.

What?

I had the bottle of water
found beside her analysed.

And there were traces of chloride,
sulphate, and aluminium.

- All of which are found
in that brand. - So?

None of those elements
were in her stomach.

Two different types of water?

Whatever she washed the pills down with,

it wasn't the water in
the bottle beside her.

So she took them somewhere else?

Someone drove her to the shrine
and then went to a lot of trouble

to make it look like she'd
taken the pills there.

Why?

Kat Richards was a
patient for a while, yeah.

She was only seeing me on
sufferance. It wasn't her choice.

- It was her mother's idea, I believe.
- She was worried.

She thought Kat had an unhealthy
interest in death and misery.

- Had she? - There was some
self-harm. That's quite common.

But, with Kat, it was more, it was...

She was into that, sort
of, a fashionable nihilism

that attracts some teenagers.

- You didn't take it seriously?
- I took it very seriously.

That kind of thinking, if taken
to extremes, can lead to...

.. regrettable outcomes.

- Oh. Hello, Kyle.
- Hello.

I'm just going to college.
I'll see you later, Mum.

OK.

- So, you didn't see Kat for
long, you said? - A few weeks.

I mostly deal in short-term
solutions to problems,

strategies for coping, that sort of thing.

- There wasn't really much I
could do to help. - Why not?

With Kat, it was a point
of view, a choice.

She thought life was absurd,
a sort of sick cosmic joke.

I couldn't help her
because she didn't believe

there was anything wrong.

- So, Kat killing herself didn't
surprise you? - No. Sadly.

See, if life's a joke, then
ending it is no big deal.

What about taking someone else's?

- What do you mean?
- Damon Horsley's, for instance.

- Are you saying that Kat...
- Please just answer the question.

No. That isn't possible.

- When was the last time you saw Kat?
- A while ago.

Our last appointment's six weeks ago.

She didn't come again, said
it was a waste of time.

She took a cab to Horsley's flat.

- That's all I know.
- And you didn't see anyone leave?

- She must've gone out the back.
- You mean you screwed up.

- I'm very sorry.
- Yeah. I know you are, Charlie.

- Why did you go there?
- She knows... knew the brother, too.

- Does he deal as well?
- I don't know.

Does he deal as well?

What else did Damon Horsley
push apart from weed?

A little meth. Some molly.

- Prescription drugs?
- Sometimes.

You know, all last night
I was asking myself,

where did she get those drugs
from because whoever it was,

that piece of shit as
good as killed my girl.

Well, now I know.

Damon Horsley's brother.

I want him dealt with.

Oh.

- Sir...
- Colin. Colin, please.

We're not on duty now.

I thought you might find it
useful to get a few pointers,

for when you sit the DCI Board.

- You've bought wine.
- Yeah, well...

- .. makes it feel a little
less like homework. - Er...

Well, we won't get very much done
if I'm standing outside, will we?

No.

So, he got his trousers
down from the tree,

put them back on and then he's off.

He's going as fast as he can,
trying to get away from us.

- Mm. And Alan's trying to catch up.
- Trying? I was like a gazelle.

A very slow gazelle in a raincoat.

It's not all about speed.

Just as well. He left you standing.

So we drove to back to his house,

we thought we'll just
wait for him to come home,

and he does half an hour
later. He seemed surprised.

Alan read him his rights.

Slowly, because you were still
trying to catch your breath.

Why do you do it?

- What? - Why are you
a copper? - David...

I mean, the people you meet,
misery and pain every day.

Why do you do it?

One of life's prefects, I suppose.

- Can't be that. - Plus, the free
coffee's really good. I like that.

It's because of the team.

You do it cos you like being part
of something bigger than yourself.

Knowing that all of us around you,

without exception, have got
your back, as you have ours.

You do it because you believe
that if you kill someone,

there are consequences.

That we all need protecting,

sometimes from those who love us the most.

And there is such a thing
as order and retribution.

- Plus, you like the coffee.
- Yeah.

OK. All right.

If you take on the role of DCI,

then you also have to
take on the bigger picture.

- They're gonna be looking for
that. - Bigger picture? - Hm.

You have to take into account
not only the risks involved,

but also the costs, the benefits.

You need to ascertain
if what you're proposing

represents a proportionate
response to the given situation.

Good, yeah, proportionate response.

You take a lot of notes.

Well, yeah, I just like
things to be clear.

So do I.

Oh, I'm fine, thanks. In
fact, I'm pretty tired.

What if we forgot about the books?

No, I, I, really, I
really would like to...

Yeah, go, turn in now.

And there's nothing I can
say to change your mind,

even as your boss?

No.

- I'll say good night, then.
- Yeah. Probably best.

- DI Morton, I'll see myself out.
- Yeah.

- Boss?
- Morning, Helen.

Nathan Horsley's in hospital. Hit-and-run.

Concussion, multiple fractures,
internal bleeding, the works.

- He had surgery this morning.
- An accident? - Doesn't look like it.

Tyre marks show no sign of
braking, no attempts to swerve.

I'd say it was deliberate.

- When do we get to interview him?
- A few hours.

- Any witnesses?
- Well, no-one saw him being hit,

but we do have an eye-witness
that saw a white Astra driving

'like a dick' near the scene
at about the right time.

Did they get a look at the driver?

- No, but we're checking CCTV
in the area. - Number plate?

Well, they said there might've
been a P or an F and a 6.

We've got reports of a torched
vehicle over in East End Park.

A white Astra.

It was reported stolen yesterday evening.

A passenger on the train
saw it go up in flames

- and called the fire brigade.
- Bit of luck?

Yeah, which means they
were able to put it out

before the car was totally destroyed.

Well, if whoever did this was
planning to torch the car,

maybe they weren't quite so careful
about leaving traces behind.

IT got into Kat's phone,
they found these on there.

They were taken a few weeks
before Sian killed herself.

Look. Sian Haddon wore an ear cuff.

Kat Richards had the same one.

She only started wearing
it after Sian died.

- Do you think it means something?
- Maybe.

Maybe she just liked the design.

Horsley's hit-and-run driver ditched
his baseball cap in the back seat.

Obviously reckoned it'd go
up in flames, only it didn't.

- We got three hairs from the band.
- And a match? - Charles Franklin.

Hit-and-run, Charlie.

Attempted murder.

Why did you try and kill Nathan Horsley?

No comment.

Kat Richards had traces
of marijuana in her body.

- Did she get it from him?
- How would I know?

Damon Horsley dealt prescription drugs.

So I'm wondering if Kat Richards,

maybe got those sleeping pills
from his brother, Nathan.

And if I'm wondering that,
so is Steven Richards.

You see, I don't think you woke
up yesterday morning, Charlie,

and decided, 'I must try
and kill Nathan Horsley.'

I think Steven Richards told you to do it.

Only you didn't do a
very good job, did you?

You left the baseball
cap behind? Careless.

So now, here we all are,

and you're looking at some serious time.

So, you may as well tell
us. Who put you up to it?

Was it Richards?

My client has said all he's gonna say.

So far, your client has
said nothing at all.

Either charge him with taking a vehicle

without the owner's
consent, or let him go.

Theft?

He stole the car.

He waited for Horsley and then
he drove it straight at him!

You need to co-operate with
us, Charlie. Be clever.

You can only prove my
client was in the car,

which we will admit to.

He took the car, he drove it around.
He abandoned it a few hours later,

along with the baseball cap.

Someone else must've stolen it,

and they're the ones who ran
over the unfortunate Mr Horsley.

- Seriously?
- Can you prove otherwise?

Kat Richards didn't kill Damon Horsley.

We've got CCTV from a bus on
the night of Horsley's murder.

- And?
- There she is.

Look, and she's 10 miles
away from the murder scene.

When does she get off?

She stays on there for a couple
of hours, like she is in a dream.

Why confess to a crime
that she didn't commit?

Maybe she was made to by the
person who really did it.

- Did you see who was
driving the car? - No.

Could it have been the same
man who trashed your flat

after Damon was killed?

I don't know.

- Although...
- What?

.. he was outside my
flat the night Kat died.

She said that he'd followed her there.

- She was pretty freaked out.
- So, Kat was with you?

I made her a cup of tea.

We chatted a bit, smoked,
that seemed to do the trick.

- And then what?
- Then she used my phone to call a cab.

- Why?
- Her battery was knackered.

And that was the last time you saw her?

- Do you know where she went?
- No.

But she said she was
going to meet someone.

I don't know who.

We have to find out where she went next.

We'll take a look at
Horsley's phone records,

find out which cab firm she called.

I've been looking over Kat
Richards' forensics report.

There were no minerals in the
water found in her stomach.

- No potassium, no salt, no nothing.
- Meaning?

Meaning it wasn't bog-standard tap water.

Wherever Kat took the pills, there
must've been a filter system.

Boss?

Hundreds of messages were left on
Kat Richards' social media pages,

and the same phrases crop up on
each. Kind of weird stuff. Look.

"Without feet I can make my way to you."

Yeah, and this one. Look.

"I'll feel you burn in
every drop of my blood."

- Who posted these?
- Two different accounts.

They're both registered
to the same person.

It's Kyle Finn.

And I also spoke to the cab firm

that Kat Richards called
from Nathan Horsley's.

They confirmed they picked her up
and dropped her off at that address.

She went to Kyle Finn's house, the
boy who was stalking her online.

A few hours later, she fetches up dead.

"I'll feel you burn in
every drop of my blood."

You sent that message to
Kat Richards, didn't you?

Answer the question, darling.

Just be truthful.

Yes.

In fact you sent a total of...

.. 223 messages to Kat.

If you say so.

Were you in love with her, Kyle?

Yes.

But she didn't love you back, did she?

She even blocked you a couple of times.

Not that she knew who you were, of course.

Just someone who left these,
well, slightly creepy messages.

- They weren't creepy.
- It must've hurt...

.. loving her from a distance
and being so... invisible.

We know Kat was seeing someone.

Did you think it was Damon Horsley, Kyle?

- Were you jealous?
- No.

Loving her... all the time thinking
about her being with someone else.

I don't understand.

Are you suggesting that Kyle had
something to do with his death?

We're just trying to
find out what happened.

- That's absurd.
- Please, Mrs Finn,

as an appropriate adult, you're
here to observe, not take part.

But Kyle was the one
that discovered the body.

Which explains why he had Damon
Horsley's blood on his clothes.

Convenient, isn't it, Kyle?

You see, Kyle, we know that Kat Richards

was at your house that night.

But what we need to know now
is what happened in the hours

between her arriving and when she died.

Did she confront you with
Damon Horsley's murder?

Is that why she had to be silenced?

You need to tell them, Kyle.

Tell them what happened
when Kat came to the house.

Tell them.

OK. Come here. It's OK.

We will work this out. I promise.

Trust me.

Oh, God. I can't.

I can't.

- Yes. - I'm sorry, I
can't. I can't. - Ssh!

- Anything? - Well, an impressive
amount of pulses and beans.

Whatever else he is,
Kyle's nice and regular.

I've already checked in there.

The water found in Kat Richards's
stomach had no mineral content.

I was hoping to find some
sort of filter system.

I'll go and see where the
mains supply comes in.

How was Kat when she arrived?

Uh, she was really...

- She was all over the place.
- She was distressed? - Yeah.

- About what? - I don't
know. - Come on, Kyle.

She said that she wanted me
to drive her to Sian's shrine.

She said that's where she had to go.

- Did you know why?
- No.

- What about the pills?
- She must've brought them with her.

And the water?

I-I just drove her.

I had no idea what she was
going to do... I promise.

Thanks, Kyle. That's been really helpful.

Only the thing is, none
of it's true, is it?

This forensic analysis...

.. from the water filter
system at your home

and the water that was found
in Kat Richards's stomach.

- They're the same. - Which proves
she took the pills at your house.

Which means that everything you
have told us so far is a lie.

So, now we start again.

Only now you don't waste my time

and you do not insult my intelligence.

- Mum?
- No!

Kyle, from now on, you only look at me!

- You just look at me!
- Don't talk to him like that.

- Mum, I'm scared.
- Look at me!

- Don't let them bully you.
- Because I want the truth.

- I don't know.
- And I want it now!

I wasn't there.

It wasn't me that Kat came to see.

It was Mum.

I found this ear cuff in Alice's room.

We need to get it tested but, seeing
as we didn't find it on the body,

- I'd say the chances are that
this is Kat Richards'. - Boss?

- Alice Finn cashed in her savings
three weeks ago. - How much?

30 grand. The same amount
Damon Horsley had stashed away.

- Blackmail? - Well, we know Horsley
didn't take the video of Kat.

Maybe Alice Finn did and
he was using it against her.

And if she killed Horsley,
somewhere there'll be blood. Vince?

Alice Finn's house. Go back.

I want all her clothes
brought in for analysis.

Get forensics to check
her bins for bloodstains.

Ken, I want you to go
round the charity shops,

anywhere she may have taken the clothes.

Maybe she tried to burn them,

so check for signs of
fires, inside and out.

And talk to Kyle, see what he remembers.

We found this ear cuff in your bedroom.

The DNA from it matches Kat Richards.

Did you give it to her?

Sian wore a cuff that
was almost identical.

Did you have a relationship
with both of them?

They were your patients.

They were vulnerable kids.

Tell me about Sian.

I knew it was wrong.

I couldn't help it.

I never meant for it to happen.

After my marriage ended, I was...

She made me happy.

Sian killing herself,
it came out of the blue.

I never expected her to...

Aren't you trained to
notice things like that?

Not all suicides come
with advance warnings.

What about Kat Richards?
Any advance warnings there?

I should've done more.

She went to the bathroom...

.. that must be where she took the pills.

God, I didn't know.

She begged me to give her a lift.

- So, you took her to the woods?
- What?

I took her to a bus stop. She...

.. she kissed me goodbye.

She said she'd see me soon...

.. and that she loved me.

I'm sorry.

OK?

I'm... Thanks.

This is you buying a bottle of water

from a garage within a mile of the woods.

And that's Kat. Just a few
minutes away from death.

On the way to the woods, you
realised Kat didn't have any water.

She could hardly appear to
overdose at the shrine without any.

Why did Kat Richards kill herself?

She was eaten up with
guilt for what she'd done.

- You mean, murdering Damon Horsley?
- She wanted to atone.

Except that she didn't kill him.

She was nowhere near
the woods when he died.

Why confess to a crime
that she didn't commit?

I really have no idea.

Was it your idea?

We found this on Damon Horsley's computer.

- Then why are you showing it to me?
- Was Damon Horsley blackmailing you?

- No. - Then why did
you withdraw £30,000?

Damon Horsley found out about you and Kat

- and threatened to
blow the whistle. - No.

But I'm guessing, like most blackmailers,

he got greedy and came back for more.

No.

So, you arranged to meet
him at Sian Haddon's shrine,

and that's where you killed him.

No.

Right now, there are dozens of officers

going over your home, your car,
real fine-tooth comb stuff.

Your clothes, your shoes, your
soft furnishings, your surfaces,

anywhere that we might find
traces, however microscopic,

of Damon Horsley's blood.

Then you'll be disappointed.

According to Kyle, you went to the tip

the morning after Horsley's murder.

- What of it?
- What were you doing?

Just what most people are
doing when they go to the tip:

getting rid of rubbish.

I never met Damon Horsley.

I don't know why Kat did what she did.

This, what you're saying here...

.. never happened.

Helen, the CPS won't
go for a murder charge.

Even if we can prove blackmail,

we still can't put Alice
Finn anywhere near Horsley.

Here's your DCI reference.
I've tried to be fair.

- Wow.
- Too many warts?

No, it's about right, I'd say.

Thank you.

Boss, we've got something.

We got CCTV from Alice
Finn's local recycle centre.

That's her, the morning
after Damon Horsley's murder.

She heads over to the clothes recycle bin.

Looks like a navy blue coat.

- What's she doing?
- She's having second thoughts.

She's thinking, 'Put it in here,

it can still be traced.'

Much better to put it in landfill.

Let's find out where the
contents of that skip ended up.

Just you wait.

Half an hour of wading through
thousands of tonnes of rubbish

- and I'll have an allergic reaction.
- I'll look after you, Ken.

Get rashes, like, shortness of breath.

Not to mention the smell. Lydia
won't speak to me for a week.

According to our site manager,

the load we're looking for is
over there in area number three.

What, no overalls for you, boss?

Alas, a mountain of paperwork
with my name on awaits.

One of the burdens of office, I'm afraid.

- Tough at the top.
- I'll be with you in spirit, Ken.

Come on.

We found your coat, Alice. The
one you put in the landfill.

- Quite a lot of blood on it.
- We're having it tested now,

but we both know it'd be Damon Horsley's.

You killed him, didn't you?

Kat was with Horsley
one night, off her head.

She told him all about us.
She showed him the video.

He stole the video from her
phone and said he wanted £30,000.

So you paid Horsley?

But then he came back, wanting
more. I didn't have any more.

- You got him to come to the shrine?
- I told him I had the money.

I was waiting for him.

But Kat worked it out, didn't she?

When we showed her the video
from Horsley's computer,

she knew where it had come from.
She knew you were involved.

We'd arrested her father for the murder,

so she confronted you.

What did she want you to do?

Turn yourself in?

How did you get her to
take all of those pills?

And write the note?

Well, I told her it was all her fault.

All of it.

If she hadn't have shown him that video,

if she hadn't have been so stupid,
none of this would've happened.

She was the reason he died.

- And she believed you?
- She trusted me.

For years, she'd been
confused and scared...

- Of what?
- Everything.

Her sexuality.

What happened to her brother.

It left her blaming herself for
being alive while he'd died

and that screwed up her
relationship with her parents.

She felt unloved... unwanted.

I told her she was right
to feel these things.

They were all true.

Every bad thought, every
shred of self-hatred.

I told her the world would
be a better place without her.

Oh. It wasn't hard.

I was just pushing an open door.

- And the note?
- Well, I told her what to write.

I gave her the pills and
watched as she took them.

Then we drove to the woods.

I helped her walk to the shrine...

.. and settled her.

Did you watch her die?

I held her hand.

What if it hadn't worked?

Or you hadn't persuaded her to overdose?

I'd have killed her.

- Must feel good,
cracking a case. - Hey.

Not always.

I'm gonna take that Glasgow job.

- I thought you were gonna
think about it. - I have.

And the thing is, they want me
to start as soon as possible,

and I've got two weeks' holiday owing.

So today is my last day.

You're leaving? Just like that?

- Well, what-what about...
- Us?

There isn't really an 'us,' is there?

I hope you two work it out somehow.

Yeah. That's very good.

Thank you.

Yeah. Yeah.

Some items belonging to your daughter
have been released, Mrs Richards.

I thought you'd like to have this back.

Thank you.

Good night, then.

All that time trying
to pin everything on me.

If you'd have done your job
properly, Kat'd still be alive.

Her death is on you.