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Hey.

Hey.

Coffee?

Yeah, yeah. Ta.

Thanks.

So, erm...

I've been thinking...

Maybe we should get a place of our own.

Me and the kids.

Why?

It's not working out, is it?

Everyone living on top of each other.

I mean, maybe it'd be better all round if we had more space.

Better for them, better for us.

Yeah, whatever you want.

Yeah, erm...

Yeah, I was just looking at some places online.

So, you've decided, have you? Weren't even going to discuss it?

- We are discussing it. - Oh, are we? Oh, is that what...?

I'm just having a look, making a start.

OK.

Are you kidding? Are you moving us again?

- Maddie... - We going back to Manchester?

No, we're just looking at our options, seeing what's out there.

Why, though?

Because it's not working out brilliantly,

everyone fighting all the time.

Are you guys splitting up?

No. No, of course not. That... That's not what I'm saying.

So, what? We're moving out, but we're staying here.

- What's the point of that? - Did you agree to this?

No, it's... It's just something that...

It's not decided, it's just something we're discussing.

Look, we're not going to rush into anything,

we want to do what's best for everyone,

so just talk about it, yeah?

We'll sit down and talk about it like grown-ups.

- We're not grown-ups. - You know what I mean.

Don't you have to go to work?

We'll talk later, yeah? I love you both.

What's going on?

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Oh, you're looking very smart.

Oh, yeah, I'm going to a thing. Family thing.

Heading off after the briefing.

Well, you scrub up very well, I'll give you that.

- Ta. Yeah. Shall... Shall we? - Yeah.

We finally managed to get hold of Shirin Persaud.

Uniform are bringing her in this morning.

Oh, and, er, Jenn, Karen, the lads who attacked Jamal have been ID'd.

Ed?

Jordan Rooney's mates, Damien Harrington and Tyler Quinn.

Will you let the family know we've made arrests?

- Boss. - Anything further on Adnan?

Due in Crown Court next Tuesday. We should have a trial date then.

And we have no leads on the car with the white stripe, yet.

We've also been looking into the blood on the phone.

Obviously, we don't want to jump to conclusions,

but it is possible this is the assailant's blood.

Unfortunately, it doesn't match anybody on the database.

Is mass testing an option?

"We don't have the resources for that."

- Yeah, now you're getting it. - Welcome to Morecambe.

Morning.

Eat up before it gets cold.

- Thank you. - Yeah, well, don't get used to it.

I'll be back at the restaurant from tomorrow.

You'll have to get your own breakfast.

Just to be clear, you're not under arrest.

You're just here to help us with our enquiries.

I've already told you everything I know.

I know. I know you've already made a statement,

but we're just going back through everything.

I just wanted to talk to you about that night, the night Saif died,

because you were the last one to see him.

You, er, you saw him leave.

He went out the back way, is that right?

- Yeah. - Was there anyone else around?

No. Er, he was the last. I was just locking up.

- So, you were on your own with him? - Yeah, so?

And did that often happen? You being alone with him at the gym.

There was nothing going on if that's what you mean.

No, I'm not saying anything.

It wasn't like that. I've got a boyfriend.

I'm, I'm with Ritchie.

Shirin, I'm... I'm not... I'm not trying to pry.

I'm not trying to suggest anything untoward.

Yeah, well, don't.

Hi, Mariam.

I suppose you want to come in?

It's called a plea and directions hearing.

It's just the first stage in the process,

but it should give us a date for Adnan's trial.

And let us know if he'll be released on bail.

I have to tell you, though, that's unlikely,

given how serious the charges are.

I'm sorry.

No, it's OK.

Jamal, the boys who beat you up, we've arrested two people.

Can't say their names, but we'll keep you updated.

Are you OK?

Thanks.

Rule number one as a FLO, always have tissues.

I can't believe it's come to this.

One boy dead, another in jail.

The whole family's falling apart.

Have you seen Kareem, talked to him?

It's over.

That's why I'm here.

20 years we were together.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

It depends what happens with the case, the match fixing.

I just know I can't stay here getting under Mariam's feet.

She doesn't want me here. I don't want me here.

So, erm, we'll sell up, I suppose.

Split the money, what little there is of it.

Find somewhere else, a place of my own.

I used to think she chucked her life away, Mariam.

Bringing up those boys, slaving away in that restaurant.

I used to look down on her.

But she had it sorted, really.

Truth is I was jealous.

We had nothing compared to her.

- Am I interrupting? - No. No, it's fine.

You said if there's anything you can do to help?

- Yeah, of course. - Well, there is something.

They say the boxing club's closing down,

they're turfing everything out.

Only, they've got some of Saif's things.

Some trophies and medals and stuff.

Is there any chance you could pick 'em up?

I could do it. I'm going into town anyway.

- No. You've done enough. - Yeah, I'd be happy to.

It's just stuff with sentimental value for the family.

I mean, if you were gonna throw it away anyway...

Yeah, there, there you go.

It's, er, well, it's no good to me now,

so, you know, help yourself.

Thanks.

I started going through it, but, er, I couldn't.

Er, yeah.

I didn't know Ritchie was such a star?

Wouldn't say that.

He had promise, you know, but he didn't have the edge.

Not like Saif. He brought that on himself, I suppose.

It was Ritchie that brought Saif along to the club

in the first place.

And how did he feel about Saif taking the spotlight?

No problem, they were mates. Sparring partners.

- Well, they used to be. - How do you mean?

We had to drop Ritchie in the end, you know?

With the big fight coming up in Salford,

we needed guys who were more of a match for Saif.

He's a good lad, Ritchie, but he just didn't have what it takes.

Hey, can you do me a favour?

Yeah, of course.

Can you run a check on Ritchie's alibi

for the night of Saif's murder?

His dad and brother vouched for him,

but can you just double-check they were with him all night?

Yeah. Will do.

Cheers, Eddie. Hey, how did it go with Shirin?

Yeah, OK. I mean, she hasn't told us anything we didn't already know.

But, I don't know, erm... she got a bit touchy.

How do you mean?

I just tried to find out

if there was anything going on between her and Saif.

'But she got really defensive, so I...

'I've just given her a few minutes' break. I'll head back in a bit.'

OK. Thanks, Eddie.

That's it, big smiles.

Come on, Ellen. You can do better than that.

Right, ready? Three, two, one.

- Tony, hiya. - Paul.

- Dad! - Hey!

Hey, Charlie.

- All right? - Dad, this is Soo-Yun.

- Hi, nice to meet you. - And you.

Jamal, I...

Thanks for coming.

Oh, come on, like I was gonna miss it.

- Are you coming to the thing later? - Hopefully, yeah.

- Kieran? - Go on. Enjoy your big day.

They're letting us in row-by-row. What row are you in, Tony?

Oh, erm, I didn't know we had to book seats.

Bloody hell, Tony!

It's all right. I'll just stand at the back. It's fine.

Sorry.

- Yeah. - Boss, really sorry to interrupt.

No, it's fine. What's up?

It's about Ritchie from the boxing club.

He lied to us about being Saif's sparring partner.

'They had more of a rivalry than he's been letting on.'

Doesn't he have an alibi, though?

Yeah, Eddie double-checked with his dad and brother,

but they didn't have eyes on him all night.

They're vague about times.

OK, well, let's get him in. I'll see you back at the station.

- Don't you have a thing, though? - No, no, it's fine. It's, erm...

It's wrapping up here. I'm on my way.

Sorry. Erm, I'm gonna have to scoot.

- Tony! - No, it's work.

- Come on, let's go in. - All right.

We'll crosscheck with the blood found in Saif's phone.

I've asked them to fast track it.

We'll get the results in an hour or two.

Thank you for coming in.

We'd like to talk to you about the night that Saif Rahman died.

Can you talk us through what happened that night?

I was at home.

You can ask my dad, you can ask our Curtis.

We have, and they did see you that night, at home.

Well, then...

Only, your dad fell asleep in front of the telly,

and your brother was on his PlayStation in his room all night.

- So...? - So they can't give an account

of where you were, hour by hour, that night.

That's not my fault, is it?

Is there anyone else we can talk to?

Anyone else who can vouch for you?

- What about Shirin? - What about her?

Did you see Shirin that night?

No. She was at work. I was at home.

- Hiya. - Hey.

Dad?

It's... It's OK. It's, erm...

It turns out you were right all along. It's, er...

It was all a... mistake. We rushed into it.

All right, mate?

What's wrong?

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Your mum?

I don't think I'm the right person, mate.

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Don't worry, you'll have the place back to yourself soon enough.

I didn't even say anything!

Ritchie, how did you get on, you and Saif?

- Got on well, yeah. - Always?

Yeah. We were mates.

You told us you were his sparring partner.

One of them, yeah.

Only, that's not true, is it?

Because the club dropped you from the team weeks back.

What's that gotta do with anything?

Why did you tell us you were still part of the team?

I don't know, I just, er... I didn't think of it.

Excuse me.

Ritchie, did you ever use Saif's phone?

What?

May... maybe. Sometimes, in an emergency.

Like when?

Couple of weeks ago, I ran out of credit, so he lent me his phone.

And did you notice anything about it? Was it working OK?

It wasn't damaged in any way?

No.

What was the context? Where were you?

Why are you asking me this?

Because traces of your blood were found on Saif Rahman's phone.

- Why would that be? - I don't know, er...

I must've had a cut or something.

A cut?

Yeah, it's a boxing club. It happens all the time.

So, why was your blood found inside the phone?

- You what? - Your blood was found

inside the workings of the phone.

That means it can only have come into contact with it

after the screen was broken.

And the phone was broken the night Saif Rahman died.

So, I'll ask you again, Ritchie,

why was your blood inside Saif Rahman's phone?

Can you explain that?

No.

In that case, Richard Ford, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of Saif Rahman.

No! No way!

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention

something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

- Do you understand? - No.

- What don't you understand, Ritchie? - I don't understand any of this.

It wasn't me, all right? It wasn't me!

Why don't you tell us what happened, Ritchie?

- No comment. - How did the phone get broken?

- No comment. - Did you and Saif have a fight?

- No comment. - OK, look, well, who else was there?

Ritchie, we know Saif's body was moved.

We have forensic evidence that suggests

it was put in the boot of a car.

That had nothing to do with me.

Then who else was there?

Because the evidence suggests you were there -

the blood in the phone - unless you can prove us wrong.

We know there were two people in the car.

- We've got CCTV. - It wasn't me!

All right, you told us you didn't do it,

you told us you didn't kill him.

If you didn't, who did, Ritchie?

No comment.

Ah, this is your mate we're talking about here!

- This is Saif! - Who else was there that night?

Come on, talk to us!

No comment.

He's digging his heels in, he's stubborn.

We just need to find out who else was there.

Well, we've still got Shirin, we could talk to her.

Yeah, I'll get Eddie onto it.

I'll get Clarkie to talk to the guys at the boxing club.

Any other thoughts?

Who else was a part of that crowd? Who...

Who could he be protecting?

There was a bunch of Saif's friends at the funeral.

We could go through the list of everyone that was there,

- see if we missed anyone. - Yeah, yeah.

Good call.

You OK?

Look, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise.

All right, love?

I don't know what he's playing at. Bringing you here, of all people.

He's worried about you.

I'm fine.

You're not, though.

I'm not going to take lessons from you.

- I know I'm not exactly... - Hmph.

Look...

I know I've got my problems.

But that's just it.

I know what it's like, I know how hard it is.

I've been there.

I am there.

All I'm saying, if there's anything I can do to help...

I don't need help.

Just need to... sort myself out.

Yeah, I know.

We both do.

Maybe we could do it together.

Oh, yeah Like it's so easy.

I'm not saying it's easy!

I know it's not easy.

All I'm saying is...

...you don't have to do it on your own.

Everybody's out.

No, actually, it was you I wanted to talk to.

Can I ask you something?

So, this is a list of everyone who was at Saif's funeral.

So it's a work thing?

I need your help. Is that OK?

So, obviously, it's a lot of family and community,

but we're interested in Saif's friends, his social circle.

Do you know Ritchie at all, or Shirin?

No. I mean, I might know 'em to see, but...

OK.

Is there anyone that you'd expect to see there that isn't?

No.

Sorry, I didn't really know him that well, Saif.

Just through Molly.

- Sorry, it's probably not much help. - No, that's, that's fine. Thanks.

So, Molly was there, obviously, and her mum and dad and Kyle.

Saif would've laughed at that, him inviting himself along.

- Billy no-mates. - How do you mean?

Well, him and Saif didn't get on.

Saif thought he was weird. Everyone thinks he's weird.

Kyle told me that they were friends.

Yeah, he wishes. I mean, he used to hang around, but they weren't mates.

He was just a hanger-on.

And it used to piss Molly off an' all.

Thanks.

Thanks, Erin.

Is that it?

Yeah.

I'll see you later.

Have you, erm... found somewhere to go?

To move to yet?

No, not yet.

Do you have to? Just...

It'll break his heart.

And I've seen what that's like before.

We're not splitting up, me and your dad.

So why can't you just stay here, then?

Is that what you want?

Look, I've, erm, I've gotta run, but we'll talk later, OK?

- Yeah. - I promise.

Mm-hm.

Kyle's story doesn't add up.

- 'OK, keep me posted.' - Boss.

- Hiya. - Hi.

Just you today? No Kyle?

He's around somewhere. Sagging off, no doubt.

You're early. We haven't finished yet.

Yeah, sorry. I was just in the area, so I thought I'd check in.

Right. Well, we're waiting on a part.

I'll, er... I'll give the supplier a bell.

Boss, I'm at Williams Car Repair. Can you get down here?

'Yeah, on my way.'

Hiya. Everything OK?

Oh, yeah, I was just checking on my car.

Actually, can I ask you something?

I'm, I'm looking for a car for my son.

Can I take a look at that one?

Oh, that one's not for sale, I'm afraid.

Oh, that's a shame.

He's turning 17 soon, I thought it was time he started learning.

Why don't you have look at this one?

It's a really good little runner.

We've not had it long, it's only just come in...

What's going on? Kyle?

Where's he going?

This is DS Townsend. Urgent resistance acquired.

Subject vehicle heading west on Marine Road.

Stand by, vehicle now speeding up. Following speed five-zero.

Shit!

Get out of the car please, Kyle.

Get out of the car!

Kyle Williams, I am arresting you on suspicion of the murder

of Saif Rahman.

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 understand?

This was taken on April the 11th, the night Saif Rahman died.

Do you recognise this car?

Were you driving that car, Kyle?

No.

- Were you in that car? - No.

- So who was? - Dunno.

Well, this is a courtesy car from your family business,

but you don't know who had it that night?

Not off the top of my head.

I'm not on top of every detail, am I?

How do you know it's the same car? There's loads like that.

Not with this stripe down the side.

And the car from your garage, the car you were driving today,

had the same stripe.

Only, it was recently repainted, resprayed. Why was that?

- Paintwork got damaged. - How?

I dunno.

A customer returned it like that.

We found fibres on Saif Rahman's clothes

that match the material used on the interior of this model of car.

- Why would that be? - I-I don't know.

We also found traces of blood in the boot of the car.

So why don't you talk to us, Kyle?

We know you were there, Ritchie.

And we know you weren't on your own.

We've made another arrest.

And we've found the car that was used to move the body.

So why don't you just tell us what happened that night?

I just wanted to talk to him, have it out.

What do you mean?

If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have even started boxing, Saif.

It was me who brought him to the club in the first place.

He should've been thanking me, instead of stabbing me in the back!

How'd he stab you in the back?

Whoa, whoa! Hey, Ritchie, come on.

I've talked to you about this before, son.

You cannae go in there, it's too dangerous.

Look, you're just no' in the same league. That's it.

- Saif, mate! Did you know about this? - Saif, stay focused. Let's go!

Here, listen to me. It's for your own good. Come on.

Saif, I'm talking to you!

Go, go home. Up the road, go.

- Stick that jab, stick that jab. - Fine, fine.

- And again. - See you, Saif.

See you, mate.

Y'all right?

That were quick.

What's he done now?

Somebody ought to teach that fucker a lesson.

So, I arranged to meet him.

Shirin set it up.

Shirin?

I knew he liked me.

The way he looked at me...

And?

I asked him to meet me out back that night.

I thought they were just gonna give him a kicking,

teach him a lesson. I didn't know they were gonna...

All right?

What's...?

We have witnesses that place you at the scene,

behind the boxing club, on the night of Saif's murder.

- Your phone data confirms it. - Why were you there, Kyle?

Hardly a fair fight, Kyle.

Two against one.

You don't wanna do this, Ritchie.

Yeah... I do.

And what are you doing here?

Oh, you here to hold his coat, is that it?

Just hanging around, like the loser you are.

What were you doing there that night, Kyle?

We know it was Ritchie's idea.

Were you just there to back him up? Just there to help your mate?

Talk to us, Kyle. We're trying to help you here.

Or were you just the driver?

Is that it? Were you just there because you had a car?

- I didn't even have the car. - Then why were you there?

What did you have against Saif, Kyle?

Was it about Molly? Saif had a reputation.

Did you think he was cheating on your sister?

- No, it's not about Molly. - Then what was it about?

- It was about me! - What about you?

I'm not just a hanger-on, not just a getaway driver, I'm not a joke!

- OK, so what are you? - Who said those things to you, Kyle?

Everybody. My whole life.

Never had any choice, never had any say in what happened.

- How do you mean? - At home,

at school, at work, everywhere.

Like when I left school, I thought I could go, get away, do summat.

Join the army, maybe.

But, no, it was all mapped out.

Work in the garage, work with my dad.

I had no say in the matter.

Like I was nobody, like I was nothing.

Story of my fucking life.

How do you know Ritchie, Kyle?

We were... We were at school together.

We were mates till Saif turned up.

Ritchie took up with him.

- And left you behind? - Yeah.

When Saif started going out with our Molly, it was the same thing.

They all thought the sun shone out of his arse.

My mum, my dad.

It was like I didn't exist, like I was fucking invisible.

They all... Everybody bent over backwards for him.

They all did.

He had all these opportunities.

Everybody slapping him on the back, every door held open for him,

and I had fuck-all.

Nobody asked what I wanted.

What I thought didn't matter. I didn't matter.

I never mattered to 'em. I never mattered to anybody.

So, what did you do?

What did you do, Kyle?

I...

I didn't even...

Didn't mean to do anything.

Come on, then.

Go on, Ritchie.

Fucking hell! The state of you two.

Who do you fucking think you are? You think you're better than me?

Yeah. I do, actually.

Go on, then. Prove it.

Oh, fuck off, the pair of you.

Go, Ritchie!

Go, Ritchie, lad, have him.

Come on, Ritchie, lad.

Ritchie!

Saif?

Fuckin' hell, man!

You fucking no-mark piece of shit. You fucking joke!

'So, what happened then?'

We know the body was moved, Kyle.

We know there were two people in the car.

Was one of them you?

So, if Ritchie'd gone... who was the other one?

What was I supposed to do?

Dropped everything and drove down there.

But it was too late.

I didn't know what to do, I panicked. I...

I wasn't thinking straight.

I had to do something.

Why?

Cos he's my son.

Saif Rahman was someone's son, too.

We are looking at a case of joint enterprise.

Kyle, Ritchie and Shirin have been charged with conspiracy to murder.

Michael Williams with aiding and abetting.

Jenn, Karen, talk to the family.

Boss.

And good work.

Yeah, nice one.

- Get you. - I know!

So... we'll keep you informed as things develop.

Every step of the way.

Thank you. Thank you for everything you've done.

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If you need anything, you let me know.

We're here for you.

_

Er... I'll see you out.

Jenn...

Thank you.

Dad!

- Hey, how'd it go? - Yeah, it was good.

- Tony. - What'll you have?

Er, no. Cheers, Paul. I'm... I'm driving.

I was just... popping in to show my face.

Are you sure?

Come on. You can stay for one, can't you?

Go on, then, you've twisted my arm.

Ah, just look at 'em.

What did we do to deserve them, hm?

I know.

Oh, brilliant

Erin, I-I thought you were gonna keep your eye on this!

I was helping Maddie with her homework.

Don't blame me!

Maybe they'll be OK?

No, it's... Look, it's ruined. Bloody hell!

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry, we were, erm...

Oh, I can see that.

I've printed out some... some housing options for you.

Get you started. Erm...

There's a few nice places.

No.

I mean, thanks, but...

I thought maybe we could just stay here.

If that's all right with you.

Well, no, no, it's... Yeah, that'd be, erm...

That'd be great, yeah.

Yeah.

Why? Erm, what changed your mind?

Well, amongst other things, I talked to Erin.

You're right.

She's not a bad kid.

I'm sorry.

No, you've got nothing to be sorry about.

No, I know, but.. I panicked.

I got so scared of fucking things up,

I think I might've just fucked things up.

No.

Not at all.

It's like I keep saying to Conor,

if you want it to work, you've got to work at it...

instead of running away.

I really should listen to my own advice sometimes.

Yeah, you should!

So... we just talked, and...

- we're gonna stay. - Yay!

But I spoke to your dad, and he said you can go as often as you want.

And he's even talking about turning the loft space into a man cave.

God help us! What do you think?

I... I-I don't know.

Look, if this is my fault...

Yeah, because everything's always about you.

- Guys... - No.

I'm just saying... sorry.

I'm sorry if I've been a bit of a dick.

If?

- Conor... - No, it's all right.

He's got a point.

Well, given the fact that the pizza's been barbecued,

who fancies a chippy tea on the prom?

- Me! - Ooh, now you're talking!

Come on!

Hey, have you been to that new bubble tea place yet?

- No. - I'll tell you what...

- Where's that? - ..I'm gasping for a pint.

- On the prom, near the statue... - You and me both.

- ...Of Eric Morecambe. - Or even better, a cocktail.

- A cheeky Mojito! - Oh, now you're talking!

Come on, let's get a move on!