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Shit.

- Tea? - Oh, hiya.

How are you feeling?

Ah, sorry.

Did I bore the pants off you?

No!

How are you feeling?

Sorry.

What for?

For knocking on people's doors

at three o'clock in the morning?

Don't be.

I have got friends, but, you know...

How are you feeling?

I need to get back to work.

You've had two hours' sleep.

I didn't sleep.

Can I make you some toast?

I wish I could sleep in me own bed.

Well, you can't. Not till they've caught that twat.

Toast, er...

Dunno. I'm not hungry.

Yeah, go on, then.

I'm not being funny, Alison, but...

- ...what's these? - Oh, crap.

They're what's-her-name's. Where were they?

- Who? - She rang me.

That dippy, half-baked,

pissed-up probation officer I've got.

"You haven't found a little packet of little blue pills,

"have ya? Only I've lost some."

So they're not yours.

I don't do pills, Catherine. I told you.

Not since what happened.

Well, you better ring her, because these are

prescription only. She'll need them.

She doesn't get them on prescription.

How'd you know?

Silly bitch offered to get me some.

- How? - I told her.

I said, "Sod off." I don't know.

- I don't wanna know. - Well, who gives them to her?

I don't know!

I've no idea.

Can you find out?

No, I can't. I'm on licence.

In fact, they're going down the pan.

Why's this just sitting here like this?

I'm gonna put it in

- me uncle's garage. - When?

He won't know. It's a shithole. He never goes in there.

When?

Tomorrow, before the flight.

After we've visited that funny little Faisal fella in Elland.

Come on, then!

- Clear. - Stay where you are!

- Get off me! - Get down!

Setfle down. Nan Serf to and Mama Jankmfm...

- No! - ...you are both

under arrest on suspicion of false imprisonment,

money-laundering, and assisting Tommy Lee Royce

- in escaping lawful custody. - What?

- You what? - You do not need to

say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not...

- mention when questioned... - You can't! I can't!

I'm getting married in two hours!

Me girlfriend's gonna go mad.

Oh, my God. Are you even listening?

Hiya.

Manhunt team in Dewsbury

want to talk to you this morning, so...

- Why? - I'll drive you over there

after I've popped in at Halifax

and done the morning briefing. Why?

Because you visited him.

Can I get my breakfast?

If you're quick.

Oh, here he is.

And Catherine!

Coffee? Tea?

Whisky and soda?

- Have you got any juice? - I have.

Not for me.

Have there been any...developments?

Not that I know of.

Eggs Benedict? Caviar on toast?

Coco Pops?

Sorry. You what?

Look at him.

He's half asleep. What time were you playing

on that games console till last night? The lad

will not pass his exams with one of them in his bedroom.

Come on, I'm gonna be late.

You can get a bacon butty in t'canteen.

Morning.

- Morning. - Hiya.

- Morning. - Morning.

They get younger every day, don't they?

No. He's, er...

This is my grandson Ryan.

Oh, you're the lad Rob Hepworth teaches.

Detective Superintendent Shepherd.

- Andy. - Sorry. Thanks.

Do you like him?

Not much.

How's that, then?

Just“

...he can be nice enough when he wants to.

Like, he was nice to me earlier this week, but...

You'd better get on.

Thanks.

I don't know.

It don't go right deep. He...

...said his marriage wasn't happy

and we all have our crosses to bear.

Well, what I'm going to do, right...

- Look, are you here all day? - No.

No, I'm dropping him over in Dewsbury

to give a statement to the manhunt team

about visiting Tommy Lee Royce in prison.

And then I've got to go to Wakefield

to see the Chief Con.

Well, when you get back, if your gran

could let us know upstairs, I'd like you

to make a statement

about that conversation to one of my officers.

- Yeah, sure. - Good lad.

- Thanks, Andy. - And I did.

Thought you were a new recruit.

Something about you!

- Gdye 'ye no'? - Gore.

Daflus nam 'ye rekao da dodemo p0 mega.

Ah, here he is.

I'm Zeljko, Darius's brother.

You're coming with me. You're not safe here

- any more. - How come?

Never mind how come.

Get your stuff. We haven't time for a debate.

We're in the alley.

Travelling in the boot.

Why?

So you won't be seen.

Go on, get in. Quickly.

Put your stuff in and get in.

Hey, be careful with that.

I'm not getting in there. I'm claustrophobic.

Get in.

- Where's Darius? - At work.

I want to talk to him.

He's busy. Why do you think he sent me?

I'll sit in t'back.

I'll keep my head down. I'll keep my lid up.

I don't need to be in t'boot.

I forgot me inhaler.

- What? - Me inhaler

for me asthma. I'll just go and get it.

Marko can get it.

Fuck off. I know where it is.

Just forgot my stuff. Telephone.

See ya.

Got it.

You're in the front.

No, I'm in t'back.

Come on, shift.

Move it.

What's the matter with you?

We've come here to help you.

And you think you're the boss?

I'm 100 times more likely to get seen in front, fuckwit.

They'll pick me up on

their stupid little ANPR cameras, won't they?

Come on. Shift, you ugly piece of shit.

Do it.

Hello.

I'm Tommy.

What's your name?

Does this fella not speak Engfish?

It's Marko.

Marko, Tommy.

The first thing we need to ask you, Ryan,

is when did you last see Tommy Lee Royce?

In court yesterday.

And did you speak to him at the court?

No.

When was the last time

you had any proper contact with him?

I went to visit him on Saturday with me Uncle Neil.

But then...

...last night, I was playing on

my games console, he messaged me.

So I called him.

Last night?

Yeah.

- You called him? - Yeah.

And did you speak to him?

Yeah.

How long for, Ryan?

Dunno. About ten minutes.

So, er, where's your games console now, Ryan?

So where'd you say we're going?

We're dropping you off, then Darius will come and fetch you.

Darius? I thought you said Darius were busy.

He is, but...

...he'll be here.

Then what?

That's as much as we know, Tommy lad.

What's he doing? What's he doing?

So, what you're gonna do now,

Zeljko, or whatever your stupid name is,

is take me to Darius, wherever the fuck he is!

Fuck you, you little bitch!

Thank you.

Sergeant Cawood.

I'm sorry, but I've just heard that the Chief Constable

is going to be another half an hour.

Oh, are you...?

I've stuff to be doing.

As I say, he'll only be...

He's gonna thank me for my service,

I'm gonna say it's been an honour and a privilege.

Yes, but I think he'll be disappointed

- if you're not here. - No, he won't, love.

Give him my regards.

Fuck!

Dad?

Ryan?

Are you at home?

I'm not. I'm not allowed anywhere near home.

I have done my best.

I'm just tired now.

Go home, Mum.

Police!

Arms out! Put the knife down!

- Armed police! - Armed police!

- Armed police! - Where is he?

In here!

Royce and the games console missing.

Fuck.

Hiya.

Are you coming to get me?

You said you'd be like an hour, and you've been nearly two.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm coming. Sorry.

I'll be, er, 20 minutes.

How have you gone on?

- Fine. - What did they ask you?

I'll tell you when I see you.

All right.

- OK. Ta-ta, love. - Ta-ta.

Forensics is showing that the kitchen

is where the fatal attack happened,

and where they also believe

Joanna was put into the suitcase,

which was then dragged to the garage.

They've also found her blood

in the bathroom and in their bedroom.

Now, I told you yesterday that the postmortem

showed several bone fractures - historic ones.

Ones there's nothing about in her medical records.

A fractured hip, fractured radial bone, broken ribs.

Looks to me like this fella's been knocking her about

all over the house for years.

So I think it's time he came in

and we spoke to him undercaufion.

Do you know a lady called Abigail Oates?

Abi? Yeah. Er, we're colleagues. At work.

What would your reaction be

if I told you that we'd spoken to Abi

earlier today, and then she told us

that you and her have been having a sexual relationship

- for the last 15 months? - Um...

Right, well...

OK.

Surely that's irrelevant to what's happened to Joanna.

Well, except some people might think it suggests a motive.

What would your reaction be, Rob, if I told you

that Abi told us

that you on one occasion said to her

that life would be so much simpler if Joanna didn't exist?

No.

No. I don't remember saying anything like that.

I don't think so.

Why would Abi make something like that up?

I may...have said things that could be...

...interpreted in that way.

Living with someone with mental health problems

isn't easy, and I don't think anybody could dispute that.

But I was probably just...just...

Just getting things off my chest.

Rob.

Did you kill Joanna?

No.

Did you attack her?

No.

- Have you ever attacked her? - I didn't do this.

Have you ever attacked her?

I'm going to show you a photograph, Rob.

OK.

Can you confirm for me that that's your kitchen?

- Yes? - Yes.

And those are your chairs, correct?

Correct, yeah.

You can see

that this is the same chair as in the first photograph.

And can you see that mark

under the top rail where we've tilted

the chair forward? Can you see?

Er, yeah.

This is an enlarged image of that mark.

Can you describe to me, Rob, what we're looking at there?

It's a fingerprint.

In blood.

We've had the lab result back this morning.

Both of the fingerprint and the blood.

That's Joanna's blood.

And the fingerprint

is a match to your middle right finger.

The blood analyst is telling us that that particular print

could only have been made when the blood was still wet.

Can you explain to me, Rob, how that got there?

Er...

- Rob. - Yeah.

Can you explain to me how Joanna's blood -

blood that was fresh when the fingerprint was made -

might have your fingerprint in it?

We...

We had a very...

...difficult relationship, and sometimes...

Yeah. But she'd try the patience of a saint.

And I'm not a violent person, normally.

I did not...

...not...

I... I didn't kill her.

So I can come back tomorrow afterwards,

but my face will all be numb,

and I might be talking like this.

No, you're fine. We'll manage.

- I hate fillings. - But don't be late on Friday.

Hey, Faisal.

In't this them two lads that came in here with that STI?

They've been charged with false imprisonment

of that girl from that flat up here, that girl that died.

- Danielle Womersley. - It is. It's them.

That's not nice.

And money-laundering,

and helping that Tommy Lee Royce bloke escape.

Jesus H Christ.

See ya!

Will I get my games console back?

Not till they've caught him.

And then...I don't know.

Will he know it was me who squealed on him?

There's any number of ways

they could have worked out where he was.

Anyway, it don't matter now, does it? He's gone.

Leggedit

He wanted me to go to Marbella with him.

Said this fella could

sort us out with everything when we get there.

What fella?

I told him I didn't wanna go.

Did you?

Yeah. Why would I?

Did you tell the major incident team about this Marbella thing?

- Yeah. - And how'd he take it

when you said you didn't want to go?

Said to think about it.

Did he?

I never would have gone with him.

I feel sorry for him,

but there's no way I'd have gone on t'run with him.

Clare was really upset last night when you went.

I don't think her and Neil are speaking now.

Thought they were going to Majorca on this jolly.

No-one's gonna go without you.

You know last night when I said I loved you

and you said, "What's brought this on?"

Yeah.

Ann'd had a go at me.

Ann?

At their house. She was pissed,

but she said stuff about how,

when I was born, nobody wanted me.

- What was she saying that for? - Nobody except you.

- But why's she saying that? - Cos she was pissed.

Yeah, but Why'd she get on to that?

Cos she was angry because of me seeing me...him.

But she was banging on about how...

You know she thinks the sun shines

- out your arse. - Well, yeah.

She was banging on about how,

when I was a baby, you looked after me

and everyone else ran a mile.

Me grandad, me Uncle Daniel.

But then I thought Clare didn't.

Clare's always been there, ever since I can remember.

Yeah.

Only cos she'd got nowhere else to go.

I don't think it was a question of ethics.

I think it were more to do with trying to stay on the wagon.

Yeah, but she was there.

She was always there.

She's always been there, as long as I can remember.

So you can't fall out with her.

Not because of me.

There's still tea in that pot.

Not that you'll be interested.

Making yourself at home here?

I'm cooking a meal to say thank you to Nev.

Have you caught him?

You'll be doing his housekeeper out of a job.

She's fine with it. I asked her.

Have they not found him with

whatever it was they gleaned off his games console?

They traced him to an address up Queensbury.

They found evidence that he'd been there,

but he'd gone, so...

...he's still out there.

And he's round here

- somewhere. - How do you know?

He wanted Ryan to go to Marbella with him.

It's what he was cajoling him into doing last night.

Hang on.

Royce were going to take Ryan to Marbella with him?

Yeah, and then... Yeah.

He won't go, of course.

He's very adamant he wouldn't

have gone anywhere with him, and I believe him.

So he's gonna be angry.

And he's gonna be even more desperate and dangerous

than he would have been anyway.

Ryan didn't tell him we were here, did he?

I realised something today.

What?

What?

Maybe I shouldn't have been so frightened of him meeting him.

It was always something he'd probably

want to do at some point.

Maybe I should have had more...

...faith in him not to be...

...taken in by him.

I suppose I was just frightened that he'd...

He'd be like him.

That he'd turn out like him.

But he's just not, is he?

For all his faults, he's just...

He's...

He's just...

He's just a happy..-

...well-adjusted...

...pretty flippin' normal kid.

And I suppose he...

...just needed to go and have a look at him for his own...

I don't know.

Just so he'd know for himself that he wasn't like him.

Are you stopping?

Can do, yeah.

Last day tomorrow.

30 years, eh?

Yeah.

JOYCE". Where do you think you're going?

Hebden.

What for?

Cake.

For all.

On your own?

It's a cake shop.

You do know that you can buy cake in Halifax?

Yeah, but not like Mayberry's, though.

You will be back, though?

Won't you, though? For, say, one o'clock, though?

Joyce, it's quarter past nine.

Yeah, well, I don't know what's on your agenda, do I?

Anyway, Why?

Because there might be another cake,

a bigger cake,

or something, at that time.

And a bit of a presentation happening here for someone.

The Chief Con might have gone out of his way to insist

that he wanted to be at,

- for instance. - Really?

OK, well. ..

...I'll see how I'm fixed.

Hiya, Winnie.

What do you know?

Hello?

Hiya.

Do you need an ambulance?

No.

I think you need an ambulance.

I want you to nudge that knife towards me. Gently.

You think I'm gonna hurt ya?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

No, but I might hurt you if you don't do like I say.

Now!

You're under arrest, do you understand?

I'm arresting you for escaping lawful custody.

You don't have to say...

What are you doing with those albums?

I were looking at Becky.

And Ryan.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention

when questioned something that you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

They were just sitting in there, on a table.

Like they were waiting for me.

What have you done to yourself?

Bust me ankle.

Knackered me wrist, lost a bit of blood, but, you know,

don't matter.

You taken something?

Borrowed a couple of your painkillers.

Code zero.

Code zero.

Officer 9675. Trying to get a location.

Off the phones!

Sledge, Betty, you're with me.

Location established. Hangingroyd Street...

How'd you get those injuries?

Don't matter how I got 'em.

I think you need an ambulance.

I think I should call you an ambulance, Tommy.

I don't want an ambulance.

Ambulance despatched. ETA ten minutes.

Who helped you to escape from court, Tommy?

Was it Darius Knezevic?

Darius Knezevic...

...murdered Gary Gackowski eight years ago.

I were there. I saw it. I saw everything he did to him.

I've lied for him,

but he's pissed on his side of the bargain, so fuck him.

I need you to tell that to people.

To Your people?

Pissed on his side of the bargain how?

- That why you're here? - Gary Gackowski.

You need to be listening and you need to remember all this.

You can tell 'em yourself, love.

Oh, I'm dead meat, me...

...love.

Will you remember?

Gary Gackowski.

Why are you telling me you're dead meat, Tommy?

Tommy.

9675, backup are on their way.

ETA five minutes.

You know your lad's been visiting me.

In Sheffield.

What's that got to do with anything?

Nothing.

Telling you summat else now.

He'd been visiting me.

Yeah, I know. I know.

- Knew all about it. - No, you didn't.

Oh, you think cops and prison officers

don't talk to each other?

What, and you've let him?

No, I didn't let him. But I do know

all about it. And do you know what? I'm pleased.

Pleased he's been visiting you.

Good, well, I'm pleased that you know.

Cos he's had a chance to see through you.

And it's been a real pleasure to me,

watching the scales fall away from his eyes.

See through me?

I take it Marbella's off the menu?

I take it that's why you're in my kitchen.

What do you mean, see through me? There's nothing

- to see through. - I mean

that he knows for himself now that there's not a lot

going on up here and that you're not someone to trust.

Oh, that's just shit.

And that you're not even interested.

I've never lied to him about anything.

You tried to persuade him to go on the run with you,

for fuck's sake.

Cos I wanted to spend

a bit of time with him because someone - oh, yeah, you -

never even let me know he'd been born.

Never let him know

- who his real dad was. - Just to be clear,

he saw straight through that Marbella shit.

Even then he was in massive denial about it.

There's a difference

between getting someone pregnant

- and being a dad. - I know that.

I know that! Chance would have been a fine thing.

Are you fucking serious?

I could have been a good dad if...

You are so fucking deluded. You tried to

get him to go on the run with you, for fuck's sake.

You've got me all wrong,

- you old bitch. - Oh, yeah?

Have I? Oh, pardon me.

Are you not the freak that murdered Kirsten McAskill,

that raped and traumatised Ann Gallagher,

that kicked the shit out of me

so that I was four weeks in hospital?

You kicked the shit out of me

- on that barge! - Yeah, in the line

of fucking duty,

not because I'm a brain dead psychopath who thinks

it's an afternoon's amusement.

You're just not very...

- ...bright, saying that. - Do you know, I'm glad.

I'm glad he's been to see ya.

Glad that he's been able to make up his own mind,

so he knows that you're just

a fucked-up, frightened, damaged, deluded,

nasty little toddler brain in a big man's body.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

Oh, really?

Yeah. And what I've seen, what I've seen really clearly

these last few days is...

...how much he is nothing like you.

Oh, I worried for long enough. But now...

That boy is a prince.

For all his ups and downs, he is about

as unlike you as it's possible to be.

You're not a dad.

You wouldn't know how to be a dad.

I'm sorry to be the bearer of such difficult news.

Right, well.

Know this.

I had some options last night.

I had a can of petrol and a box of matches,

and it did occur to me that I could burn your house down

and all the shit in it,

but I decided not to do that.

And do you know why?

Next time you're thinking all this nasty bollocks about me...

I were looking at them pictures of Becky and Ryan.

His whole life.

From when he were a baby.

All them years I never even knew him.

And do you know what I realised?

I realised...

I realised what a nice life he's had.

What a nice life you've given him.

I hated you.

I hated you for not telling me I had a boy.

But last night, I had a glimpse of what a nice life he's had.

And I don't hate you any more.

I forgive you.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't treat Becky any better.

And you forgive me?

You delinquent fuck.

You have no idea what you did to Becky.

And you forgive me?

I loved her.

You crippled her.

You reduced her to nothing

with your endless, endless abuse

and your nasty little threats.

This bright...

...beautiful kid...

...reduced to nothing

because of a nonentity like you.

Do you know what it was like after she gave birth,

that whole week?

Have you any idea what it was like

watching her disappear?

I loved her.

You loved her?

You threatened to chop her tits off.

- Yeah, I didn't mean that. - You said it!

And you also said it to Ann Gallagher.

They didn't know you didn't mean it.

Is that what you get off on, Tommy?

Saying things like that to women half your size?

Is it?

It give you a thrill,

give you a hard-on saying nasty, glib shit like that

- to people? - Fuck off.

- No, you fuck off. - I loved her.

I loved her! She made me feel normal.

And then she didn't want to know me,

and that's when I got cross.

And that was you.

Well, I don't know what you're talking about.

If I did anything to her, it were because of you,

you sanctimonious bitch.

Oh, fuck off, you moron.

Oh, fuck you, you bitch!

If you Taser me, it won't work.

Petrol doesn't conduct electricity.

But you might well spark me off,

if you Taser me.

What then? Oh, yeah.

You might get done.

But then...

...believe it or not...

...I don't want you to get done, you deaf bitch!

I want you to be here with Ryan.

So I'll do it meself.

Don't.

I've already taken a load of pills anyway.

Belt and braces, me.

I'm not going back to prison.

Don't do it, Tommy.

You'll remember to tell them for me?

Gary Gackowski?

Say it.

Oh, I'll never forget Gary Gackowski.

I nicked him once for a public order of fence, and he bit me.

You all right?

He's in there. He's a mess.

I'd get the paramedics in.

Are you OK?

I'm...

I'm looking for my sister, Catherine.

I'm really sorry. You can't get through.

Yeah, but I need... I need to just check she's...

You're OK.

- Was it him? - Yeah.

Yeah.

We've had another bit of a tussle.

I won.

Obviously.

I think I might have singed one of your crochet blankets.

Just a small piece.

Did someone say he's in a coma? Royce?

Royce and Darius Knezevic all in one day.

Most people just bow out quietly

on their last day, Catherine.

Have you charged that Rob Hepworth yet?

Yeah. Not with Joanna, though.

We found indecent images on his phone.

It turns out he was blackmailing a lad, you know,

at school to send them to him.

Who's going to look after those two little girls?

There's a grandmother.

Well, there's two grandmothers...

...and a grandad.

Got some intel for you.

- Might not be relevant, but... - Go on.

There's a friend of mine, ex-con, Alison Ga...

You know Alison Garrs.

She found out her probation officer

takes knock-off diazepam,

so I asked her to find out where she gets them from,

and she said she wouldn't, but she did.

She gets 'em from this little fella in Elland -

a pharmacist at a shop

near them flats where that lass died.

Interesting thing is, I did a few checks on Niche.

He's called Faisal Bhatti.

And guess what?

He lives not 100 yards up the road from the Hepworths' house.