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I'm Rachel Bailey, collar number 31231.

Good. That's who we think you are.

Are you clear about the process today?

Yes.

[Intercom buzzes]

Woman: Hello?

Janet Scott.

Sixth floor, please.

Thank you.

[Door buzzing]

I think, on category c murders,

detective sergeants should be able

to be the senior investigating officer.

Category cs are generally pretty straightforward,

so you could have a small team, headed by a ds.

You could do a partial Holmes

or even run the investigation on paper.

So that would save you time and money.

And the dcis would have a bit less on their plate.

So, that's definitely something I'd do.

Sergeants are very busy already.

Yeah.

But like you said, there's a 20% budget cut

so we're all going to be working our socks off anyway.

I think sergeants would rise to the responsibility.

I would.

Alan: Is there anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?

I've had an intense few years.

Sometimes I got caught up in other people's mess.

Sometimes I did a pretty good job of making my own.

But I have well and truly got my head screwed on these days.

[Sighs] This is the job that I am meant to do.

It fits the way my mind works.

I've always had the instinct.

I'm clocking up the experience.

I'm a worker. I'm not a liability.

I'm a safe pair of hands.

We'll give you a ring within an hour or two

to let you know if you've passed.

If you have, you'll be told where and when

you'll be posted, sometime over the coming month.

Right.

Thank you.

How'd you get on, Sherlock?

She says nothing.

He thinks he's a comedian.

He's about as funny as sewage.

Come on in.

Yes.

- Good luck. - Ta.

Rob.

Mit resources have been on.

They've got a "missing from home" they're not happy about.

He's 18. He's got learning difficulties. He's on medication.

High risk. 72 hours since he went missing.

Does he live at home?

Yeah, but his mum and dad didn't report it.

So who reported it?

His boss. He washes pots in a pub.

The landlord's a retired copper.

Mmm-hmm? Would you ever do that?

Run a pub?

Eh, no. Anyway, he's downstairs, the landlord.

Right.

And then he said, "oh, and by the way, Gill,

"you can tell your ds where we're sending him."

Sorry, who... who said?

The fella at mit resources.

They want you to have a "multiple enquiry" experience.

- What sort of... - They're putting you

on all these historic child abuse cases.

Start date's the same. First of the month.

Right.

Well, go on, then. Don't keep him waiting.

- The landlord. Yeah. - Yeah.

Sorry, I can't read this, what's the lad's name?

Robin McKendrick.

- McKendrick. Right. - [Keyboard clacking]

Thank you. Nearly done.

Erm, is there anything you want to tell us about yourself?

Well, it might seem odd

to be applying for promotion at 50,

so I'd just like to say a bit about that.

I took a long career break when my children were small

so I've actually only clocked up 20 years' service.

And in that time, I think I've become one of those

steady, competent,

quietly indispensable types.

I've seen plenty of officers fly over my head and up the ladder

and I suspect that most of them haven't been as good as me.

I've got at least 10 years' service to offer.

My children are practically on their way.

I'm in the best position I've ever been in to push forward.

I am 50 but i'm not trailing off.

I'm gearing up.

Rachel: He didn't hear me compare him to sewage?

Janet: No. The door was shut.

[Sighs]

Was it nerve-wracking enough for you?

I don't think I've sweated that much since I was arrested.

I used one of those deodorants

that blocks your sweat ducts for 48 hours,

then kills you.

Oh! What if I don't pass?

I'd be extremely surprised if you didn't.

It didn't go badly in there, did it?

Well, it went somewhere between brilliantly and shit.

See you later. Bye!

If I pass, I want Rob's job.

Detective sergeant, on our syndicate. Here.

Me, too.

[Car lock beeps]

Briefing room at half past.

Right you are.

- Hiya. - How'd you get on?

- Haven't got a clue. - Don't know.

Robin McKendrick. Eighteen years old.

Vulnerable adult. Reported missing

by a man called John rivington,

who's the landlord of the angel in Ashton.

He's a retired copper.

Bit scary, actually.

And his concern is...

The family's iffy. They're known to the police.

Also, there's a problem in the area with gangs.

Is Robin involved?

Robin will run with whoever will have him. He's simple.

No one but me would employ him.

When did you last see him?

Thursday night.

He was working.

Some of the lads he knows were in on the Friday without him.

He had a shift on the Sunday but he never turned up

and Sunday is when he gets paid.

Are you with me?

Mmm-hmm.

I must have rung him 20 times.

And he never has that phone out of his hand.

Let's talk to these lads he knows.

They go to the pub after football practise on a Wednesday.

So tonight. Should we go along and get some interviews

and see if we can get a sighting of Robin

between Thursday and Sunday?

Yes. And let's get round to Robin's family.

I want a full background history.

I'm not relying on the information of his employer,

even if he is a lovely ex-officer.

Did he say anything else?

You're very young to be a sergeant.

[Chuckles] Yeah, i'm, uh...

[Clears throat] On a fast-track.

Tipped for the top.

No. He didn't say anything else. [Clears throat]

-Gill: Right. Eh! Before I forget. -[Mobile vibrating]

Stop hiding the car keys!

It's gone through the roof since we moved into this building.

We are sharing, sharing, with another syndicate.

We've got 12 mit cars between 30 detectives,

which I'm not saying is easy,

but hogging or hiding the car keys is not the solution.

In fact, it could be downright dangerous.

- So whoever it is, you better stop... - [Mobile vibrating]

before I'm on to you or you won't be driving anywhere.

Right. Cctv.

Cctv inside the pub, outside the pub.

[Laughs]

Well, well, well!

Get a load of us, Janet!

How do?

Guess what? We passed the board!

- Course you did. - Well done.

Hey, Rob's job's going begging in a fortnight.

Well, it doesn't have to be one of us, does it?

We could be offered a sergeant's job anywhere.

Yeah. They could appoint someone from outside for this job.

Who knows? It'll all come out in the wash one way or another.

Do you know what?

We should enjoy this. We did it.

We passed. It's great.

No car keys on the hook.

Any ideas?

Gill's wrong. It's not hogging, it's strategic retaining.

Yeah, strategic retaining.

You ready?

Yep.

I passed the board.

[Laughing]

Robin McKendrick's dad sounds nasty.

Just had an intelligence officer from lancs on,

wondering why we're looking at him.

They've got a flag on him for cross-border armed robbery.

Intelligence suggests he's still active, so...

Be careful.

Bathroom with no window between the bedrooms.

Metre box above the door.

Do you know it?

I grew up in one exactly like it.

So, when did you last see Robin?

We've already told the other lot.

It's with us now. So we have to go over it, I'm afraid.

They searched the house.

I'm sorry. It's routine procedure.

When did you last see Robin?

When he come in Thursday night.

After his shift at the pub?

And was he at home on the Friday?

Don't know.

We had a lie-in. He wasn't about when we came down.

What time was that?

Dinner time.

And did you see him at all after

he came home on the Thursday night?

John rivington reported him missing on Monday,

after he didn't show up for work in the pub on the Sunday

and it seemed like no one had seen him for three days.

I was just wondering why you didn't report him missing yourselves?

He's his own boss. He's got a job.

And is that normal?

For Robin to be away from home for a few days

and not tell you where he is?

Thought he might have got lucky.

Is that prescription Robin's?

Don't know whose it is.

Yeah, it's his.

Can I have a look?

Thank you.

Rachel: He was put into care aged 12

because his brother was picking on him.

Following an incident where the brother tried to strangle Robin,

mrs McKendrick told social services that she couldn't cope

and requested that he be put into care.

- Robin? - Mmm.

Social services returned him to the family home

two years ago, aged 16.

His parents are horrible. He wasn't looked after.

They didn't report him missing

and they were the last people to see him.

Where's this brother?

Glasgow. He is. We checked.

What was the prescription for?

Hydroxyzine. It's an antihistamine

but it's sometimes prescribed for anxiety disorders.

I'm just waiting for his gp to get back to me.

See what house-to-house throws up.

Let's eliminate this family as a priority.

- Do you want that? - Yeah.

[Rock music playing]

[Customers talking, indistinct]

[Inaudible]

[Inaudible]

Hello, I'm detective constable Janet Scott.

We're investigating the disappearance of Robin McKendrick.

He was working in the pub last Thursday night.

We're here to ask a few questions,

see if anyone knows where he might be.

Did you ever see him at all?

We'd like to have a quick chat with you,

individually, if that's okay.

Get your names and addresses,

take a quick photo.

So when was the last time you did see Robin? Can you remember?

A few days ago.

This week?

Not sure.

Not for a while.

[Whispers] It's a Joey.

I've just radioed in the details you gave us.

It's what we call a body check.

You don't show as living at that address.

It's my girlfriend's flat.

Well, can you tell us the address where you're known?

Yeah.

Need to go. Sorry about that.

Well, I'll just take your details

and we'll be in touch to arrange a time that suits you.

Don't mind if I take a quick photo, do you?

Most of 'em were pretty uncooperative.

Quite a few Joeys.

I had two of them bolting for the door

on urgent business, allegedly.

They weren't who they said they were.

- Did you get photos? - Rachel and Janet: Yep.

No sightings of Robin since Thursday.

House-to-house was interesting.

Several neighbours said they often hear

screaming and shouting at Robin's house.

I've been in touch with uniform operations.

We've briefed up a polsa.

First thing tomorrow morning, a team's going back to that house

to search it thoroughly.

With a cadaver dog.

He's disappeared without a trace, his phone's dead.

I'm not expecting to find this boy alive.

Okay. Thank you all for another late one.

Night-night!

And congratulations to Janet and Rachel,

who've both passed the promotion board!

[All cheering]

No bombs. No lunatics.

Thank you. See you tomorrow.

Night.

I do cook food sometimes.

Janet: [On phone] Like what?

Like fish fingers, sometimes.

And I bought some onions.

Congratulations.

Yeah, and when I was ready for 'em,

they had these plant things

growing out of the top of them.

Which is why I hate onions.

Sounds like you weren't ready for them for a while, then.

Life is too short

for chopping up things that make you cry and make your fingers stink.

Which is the other reason why I hate onions.

Rach, can I call you back?

I'm doing you a little routine, don't you like it?

No, I do. But I think something's up with Elise.

I'd better go.

- Bye. Bye-bye. - Bye.

You all right?

I need to talk to you.

What is it?

I want to live with my dad.

Why did you tell her she could live with dad?

Because she can.

Why did no one ask me?

It's got nothing to do with you!

Of course it has! It affects all of us.

But it is Elise's choice.

It's my legal choice.

It's so rude to mum!

I don't think it is.

Why do you look like you've been crying, then?

- I'm 18! - You only want to live round there

'cause you fancy Alfie.

Elise: That is rubbish!

I want to live round there because it's fun!

There's other kids there.

Dad and Eleanor come home from work at normal times.

They all eat tea together

and everyone dances in the kitchen on Fridays.

And I'm left here on my own with granny!

Stop shouting.

You love being with granny!

Not all the time!

Shut up! Now!

Don't worry, I heard every word.

We'll all miss Elise.

I'll miss her like crazy but she's not going to the moon.

It is her choice. It's something that she wants to try

and we'll all get used to it.

And we'll be fine.

And I'll try not to be too boring.

Thanks, mum. You're brilliant.

You'd better get off to bed, missy.

You've never been happy with the way I do that, have you?

Oh, for god's sake!

What are you shouting at me for?

I don't want to fall out with you over the dishwasher.

Well, stop twiddling about with it, then.

I'm supposed to be a help around here, I just seem to be a hindrance.

[Mobile vibrating]

- The search is underway. - Good.

- Are you all right? - Yeah, fine. Just, um,

had a phone call. Fine. Thank you.

I've got to choose between Rachel and Janet for your job.

- That shouldn't be down to you. - Damn right!

The board are dead set on having one of them.

Continuity, blah, blah.

They were the two best candidates, nothing in it,

hr say I know my team best so I'm the one who's got to decide.

Well, you will.

And you'll make the right choice.

Who would you choose?

- Ma'am, that's not for me to... - No.

You're right, I will.

Anyway. Classified.

Thank you.

And then it says, "fry until translucent."

- Yeah. - Well, are they having a laugh?

Do they want me to get a bit of onion out the pan

and hold it up to a window?

No, it just means when it's not white and hard any more.

When it's gone a bit floppy and shiny and a bit...

Well, yeah. See-through.

- I don't mean see-through like... - Glass.

Uh, no.

Something that's actually see-through.

Well, yeah.

Just sort of vaguely...

Ian: We've had a call-in.

Says his name's John.

He's prepared to talk to us about Robin.

Not on record and not at his home. Gill wants us to go.

Okay.

I think that's him.

Where's he off to?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'm Janet. We met in the pub.

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

I'm talking about Robin. Being worried about Robin.

And I think you probably are, too.

That's why you rang in.

You can talk to me.

They were laughing about it.

We were all laughing about it.

They said they'd roughed him up

and shut him in the boot of a car.

Whose car?

Jackie-boy's.

Jackie-boy was saying, "I'll let him out in a bit."

I'm like, "you're joking, he's still in there!"

And he goes, "just let him stew in it, while I have a pint."

And then they went off to let him out but...

They said they were going to come back

and then Jackie-boy came back on his own.

And I goes, "how's twister?"

Is twister Robin?

Yeah. You seen his...

You seen his face?

I goes, "how's twister?"

And he goes,

"I let him out the boot

"and he ran off like a scared cat.

"We won't be seeing him for a few days."

Janet: Uh, there's two of them.

Stephen Jackson. His nickname is Jackie-boy.

He's a squaddie, or was, that's not clear.

And his pal, who's called Nick hennessy.

Your timing is immaculate.

Janet: Why?

The search on the McKendrick's house was a washout.

The cadaver dog was, like, game on.

They ripped the floor up. Nothing.

Shit!

Mmm. Mr McKendrick's doing his nut.

Shit.

This'll pacify her majesty.

If we're on the right track.

We're not relying on the opinion of a dog, so that's got to be progress.

Jackie-boy and Nick brag to this lad about

locking Robin in the boot of Jackie-boy's car,

which everyone thinks is hilarious.

The two of them go off to release him

and Jackie-boy comes back not long after.

Just Jackie-boy, not Nick,

and he says that they let Robin out the boot of his car,

he ran off like a scared cat.

But the following day, Saturday,

Jackie-boy reported his car stolen.

Rachel: I looked on Jackie-boy's Facebook page.

Every time he so much as farts, he shares it with Nick

and this other bloke Ethan,

so I went looking on Ethan's Facebook page

to see what he'd been posting and I found this photo

that he'd shared at 9:15 on Friday night,

which was still on some of his pals' pages but which he'd taken down

from his own at ten past midnight.

It's a photo of Robin McKendrick

looking messed up and petrified in the boot of a car.

Did Ethan take the photo?

I don't know.

Janet: Robin's missing,

Jackie-boy's reported his car missing.

The last sighting of Robin we've got,

potentially, is this photo, Friday night,

in the boot of Jackie-boy's car.

So, what's happened next? Have they killed him?

I think that Ethan was possibly facebooking from home

when he posted the photo.

There's a lot of activity for someone who's on the move.

But if Ethan took the photo, and we know he didn't go into the pub,

then maybe he doesn't know whatever happened next to Robin.

Janet: Well, maybe he found out later

and whatever he found out made him take it down.

We need to concentrate on that timeline.

When the photo's posted to when it's taken down.

I want telecoms for these three, who's phoning who.

Cctv from inside the pub should show us

who's bobbing in and out and when.

We could arrest Jackie-boy right now for assault.

Assault and abduction.

Rachel: We've got enough on him.

The photo verifies what this witness told Janet.

I think it might be an idea to talk to Ethan first.

If he's caught up in some of it but not the worst of it,

he's going to be scared of being implicated

and want to save his skin.

He might tell us what he knows.

What do you think, boss?

I think...

We could be looking to arrest Jackie-boy

for something bigger than assault and abduction

once we've spoken to Ethan,

so let's start with Ethan.

- Hiya. - Hi, love.

Detective constable Rachel Bailey.

Detective constable Pete readyough.

Is Ethan in?

He is, yeah. Come in.

- Pete: Thank you. - Ethan!

The police are here!

He had nothing to do with it.

I'm delighted to inform you

that you have been selected to be our new sergeant.

Can't.

What do you mean you can't?

Sorry. Timing's not good.

Why?

Uh... home.

You went before the board yesterday! What's happened?

Last night, I found out that everyone still needs more looking after

than I realised and what they really don't need is more change.

Who needs all this looking after?

Well, um, Elise has decided to move in with Ade and Eleanor goodhead

and taisie and my mum are in meltdown

about being boring, left behind, rejected.

So it doesn't seem like a good time

to be more absent than I already am.

- Are you being a martyr? - No.

'Cause it just gives you cancer.

Not aiming for that, either.

They'll all calm down.

They'll get used to you being busier.

I will be a sergeant one day, no question.

Just not now.

It's for my own satisfaction.

They've nearly flown the Coop, I've nearly done it.

I just don't want to mess up this last leg.

I'm really sorry to mess you around.

You're not just scared of the challenge?

No.

You want more time to think about it?

No.

Okay, listen, um...

I was asked to choose between you and Rachel

because you were, you are neck and neck on merit,

you're just different animals.

So what I'm going to do,

in the light of this conversation,

is, um, offer it to Rachel.

Right.

Please don't tell her I offered it to you first.

It won't serve any purpose.

The last thing she needs is to feel insecure about it,

which, you know, she's prone to at the best of times,

in spite of all the bluster so...

What do you reckon?

Um, I won't tell her.

Thank you.

Okay. We've had the first account.

Ethan's opened up to us and what he's saying is...

They beat him up.

Jackie-boy and Nick.

Jackie-boy, mostly.

What about you?

I just watched, really.

Nothing.

That's what he said to me before, what's happened's happened so...

After they put him in the boot,

I came straight back here.

He did.

I swear.

And next thing I knew about anything,

I got a phone call off of Nick.

Five past midnight.

Woke us up.

Thanks, Claire.

What did Nick say?

He goes,

"twister's dead."

You've got to tell 'em everything, babe.

He goes,

"he's dead and we've left him in the car and dumped it."

- Have they killed him? - Ethan swears he doesn't know

what happened, just that he ended up dead.

That's good enough.

Write in the policy book we're pursuing it from now on

as a "no body" murder. Go on.

Nick dumped the car and the body.

- Where? - Well, uh,

Ethan's saying audenshaw so we were thinking...

- In the quarry. - Flooded quarry.

Let's scope out the quarry.

Give the underwater search lads a ring.

Tell 'em we'll possibly be after their services tomorrow.

Get a proper statement off Ethan. See where we are after that.

Just a sec, Rachel, I want a word.

Sit down.

[Clears throat]

You're going to be our new sergeant.

- Wow! - Are you pleased?

- Yes. - Good.

I didn't expect that.

Are you okay with staying here? They want continuity.

- It's unusual. - Yeah.

You have to conduct yourself differently as a sergeant.

You just do. You're going to have to try and do that

in front of colleagues who know the old you very, very well.

- It won't be easy. - Yeah, but...

[Sighs] They do know the old me, good and bad.

They've seen me be flaky

but they've also seen me be really good at my job

so if I went somewhere new, I'd have to prove myself anyway.

You have to prove yourself wherever you are.

- I know that. - Don't get defensive with me.

I believe in you. That's exactly the attitude you need to rein in.

If you keep up the self-discipline, as you seem to be doing,

if you don't let your personal life get ridiculous again,

I know you'll do brilliantly.

[Chuckles]

Thank you.

Don't let me down.

I won't.

[Rachel coughs]

[Rachel exhales]

Rach?

What's up?

I'm going to be a sergeant here.

Well, that's good, isn't it?

Yeah, Janet, it's brilliant.

Best thing that's ever happened to me.

Is it a bit much, then?

[Sighs] Yeah, it is a bit.

Oh!

I'm sorry it wasn't you.

I mean, I was convinced it would be,

because you've already been acting sergeant.

I'm glad it's you. I'm fine.

- Really? - Yeah.

So will they make you a sergeant somewhere else?

We'll see, won't we?

This is so big, Janet.

It's like I've been banging my head against this wall

and someone's just shoved a door open

and said, "come on in, step out of the shit and into the sunshine."

[Laughs]

I'm talking bollocks.

I liked it.

Well, it's a line in the sand.

Yes.

- Chaos behind me. - Yep.

I am talking bollocks.

No, you're not. You're saying big, true things

and when we say things like that,

there's always a risk that it'll

- sound like bollocks. - Sound like bollocks.

[Laughs]

I don't want to make a statement.

Right.

And what's made you change your mind, Ethan?

Don't know.

Is it to do with loyalty?

Loyalty to your friends?

Don't know.

Because from what you've told us,

you didn't do any harm to Robin,

so you've got nothing to worry about there.

We can help you.

I've made up my mind.

What would Claire say?

When you tell her that you haven't made a statement?

When you told her that that's what you were going to do?

And what about Robin's family?

Because they need to know what happened to him.

Imagine if that was your brother.

I'm not going to do it.

[Rachel exhales]

Ethan refuses point-blank to make a statement.

He won't shop his mates now that his girlfriend's not in the room.

I spent an hour with him.

We could arrest him for assault

and interview him under caution.

But I reckon he'll not comment.

Until he gives us a statement,

everything he's said so far is just intelligence, not evidence.

You need to keep working on him.

The more I push him, the more he refuses.

I could try his girlfriend.

Okay, let's back off just now.

Let's house Jackie-boy and Nick tonight.

- Go knocking first thing. - [Mobile ringing]

Arrest them both on suspicion of murder.

Hiya, Janet, what are you thinking?

Janet: We've found tyre marks at the water's edge

and there are oily patches on the water.

And there's oil on the grass at the water's edge,

as you'd expect if a car had been submerged,

so we're thinking...

Turn out a diving team?

Yeah.

Police! Open up!

-There's someone in. Just seen him. -Lee: Okay.

- Police! - Show yourselves!

Police! Police!

Police!

I've got him, take the car.

- You. Stay here. - Rachel: Stephen!

Chris: White male making a run for it. We're giving chase.

31231 chasing!

[Tyres screeching]

[Dog barking]

Communicator: DC 3123. Any update?

Ginnels, Thompson road, north!

DC 3123 requires assistance.

Lee.

DC 3123. What's your location?

Canal! Canal!

Nick. I can see you.

[Car tyres screeching]

[Grunting]

[Rachel groans]

[Both grunting]

Stephen Jackson, I'm arresting you, you bastard!

[Rachel panting]

You're locked up!

[Stephen yells]

Rachel: [Panting] Shit.

[Chattering on police radio]

Gill: He's trussed up in plastic.

He was lying on the bottom of the quarry.

I'm going to get the whole thing in a body bag as is

and follow it to the mortuary.

How long before they can get the car out?

They're saying a couple of hours.

Do you want Janet to hold off?

No. Tell her to get cracking. We can feed things in as we go.

According to our system,

you reported your car stolen on Saturday.

Can you tell me a bit about that, please, Stephen?

Me car went missing.

When did it go missing?

Er, Friday night.

Where was it when you last saw it?

I gave all these details when I rang in it was stolen.

Yes. You said that the last time you saw it,

it was parked on Skinner's Lane in Ashton

at about 8:30 on Friday evening. Is that right?

Yeah.

Do you know Robin McKendrick?

Everyone knows twister, yeah.

Did you see Robin the night your car went missing?

I think I did, yeah.

We spoke to a witness who chatted to you in the pub that night

and they told us that you told them a story about you and Robin.

Can you tell me what that story was?

Can't remember.

Was the story that you put Robin in the boot of your car?

Ah, it was a joke!

We found a photo of Robin in the boot of your car

on Facebook.

Ethan fearnley posted it.

Can you tell me anything about that?

We only put him in there for a laugh.

It was just for a bit.

Then we went back and the car's gone.

The little so-and-so's nicked it.

Janet: Robin hasn't got a driving licence.

Stephen: Don't mean he can't drive.

I don't reckon that lad'd be capable.

Mmm.

[Mobile ringing]

- Hi, Gill. - Gill: It's a woman!

You're joking.

I'm not bloody joking!

It's a bloody woman! Scary Mary just unravelled it

and there's this woman in a flowery dress!

This is what happens when you go poking about in quarries!

[Sighs] It's not going to be Jackie-boy's car they pull up, is it?

That's what I thought. But Mitch has just rung

and they've found the registration plates dumped by the quarry.

Okay, right. Bye.

You didn't report your car stolen until Saturday afternoon,

the day after it went missing. What was the reason for that?

I thought it was just a wind-up.

I wound him up, he wound me up back.

The witness in the pub remembers you saying

that when you went to let Robin out of the boot of your car,

he ran off like a scared cat.

I weren't going to let on he'd got one

over on me and pinched it, was I?

In your stolen car report,

uh, there's no mention that you suspected Robin McKendrick

of having stolen it.

What was the reason for you not mentioning that?

What was the reason for you

winding Robin up in the first place?

He don't control his dog.

He let it mess on our doorstep.

So I told him.

He told me to eff off.

So that's when we decided to teach him a lesson.

He'd have done well to drive in that condition, wouldn't he?

[Indistinct chattering on radio]

Hello, boss. It's Mitch.

So I asked him if he knew anything about this woman's body

wrapped in plastic and, um,

he had quite a strong reaction.

No, no, no! I don't know nothing about that! Nothing!

Okay.

Now, we also found your car in the quarry, Stephen,

with Robin's body in it.

Yeah? Well, he'll have driven it in there, won't he?

What explanation do you think there can be for Robin

removing and dumping your number plates

and then driving himself into the quarry?

We found the number plates from your car

buried in silt by the quarry.

Do you think we're going to find Robin's fingerprints on them?

I need to talk to you in private.

Confession time!

They're compiling it now.

Godzilla just rang me from the mortuary

and said, "come and meet your first body as a sergeant."

- The woman? - Yeah.

[Gasps] Bloody hell, rach, you're off.

Yep.

[Coins jingling]

Mary: Deep puncture wound.

Gill: Two to six weeks in the water, you're saying?

Yep.

Could I have a look at her teeth?

Mary: What are you thinking?

Could you be years out?

No.

Could a body that had been killed a long time ago

but preserved somehow...

Preserved how?

- Don't know. - Frozen?

Could a body that had been killed a long time ago

and then frozen and then dumped in water recently

look like that?

How long ago are you talking?

Twenty-two... No, twenty-three years ago.

Are you saying you think you know who this is?

This is mad. You'll think I'm mad. It is.

But I think this could possibly be Mandy sweeting.

Mitch just told me.

- What? - You think it might be Mandy sweeting.

Oh! It's pie in the sky.

My dad worked on that case.

- So he did. - I'd love to work on it.

- It doesn't exist. - No, I know it doesn't,

but if it does, can I stay?

It's not up to me and it's a completely hypothetical thing.

All I'm asking is if it's got legs,

then Rachel's going to need someone shadowing her, isn't she?

'Cause, well, it'll go massive, won't it?

So all I'm asking is,

if it is, can I apply to stay on for a bit

and you let me work on it?

It would mean the world to me, Gill.

Debrief. Now.

Congratulations, rach.

Thank you.

I have to say, no disrespect, I didn't see that coming.

You getting Rob's job.

You and me both, pal.

Classic Rachel.

Toast hits the deck butter side up.

Jammy side up.

Thank you for staying late.

Quite an eventful day.

Well done.

The pm on Robin McKendrick is now complete.

Cause of death, he choked on his own vomit.

Bruising on his wrists shows he was restrained,

presumably while in the boot.

Professor Jackson's theory is he was unable to clear his passages

because his hands were tied together in a confined space.

Panic attacks can make you sick.

He was on that medication for panic attacks.

Nick has no-commented but Jackie-boy's made a confession.

He's saying it was all an accident.

When he and Nick went back to the boot, they found Robin dead.

He said Robin was in a mess because he'd vomited.

Nick drove the body to the quarry,

propped Robin up in the driving seat and pushed the car in.

He's saying they never meant to do him any harm.

Gill: They bloody did!

They used that boy like a punch bag

same as everybody else did,

they just didn't mean to get into trouble for it.

Jackie-boy says he's got anger issues.

Join the club.

The only proof we've got on him is for assault,

which he's never denied.

And concealing a body.

It's manslaughter.

Yeah, but we can't prove causation.

We can't prove they knew what they did could cause Robin to die.

His solicitor knows that.

That's why she advised him to confess.

She's going for accidental death.

They attacked, confined and restrained a person,

which caused his death

and they've pulled out every stop to get away with it.

Charge them both with assault, abduction and concealing a body

and put in an advice file for manslaughter.

- Mmm-hmm. - And Ethan?

Jackie-boy says he did nothing.

Yeah, we still want a statement off him.

Keep on at him. And his girlfriend.

Bit of housekeeping.

Rachel is, as of today,

acting sergeant, running the investigation on this second body.

She'll become sergeant proper

in two weeks' time when Rob leaves.

- Ma'am. - Yes, Chris.

Is it true that you think the second body might be Mandy sweeting?

Apart from the fact there's nothing to suggest a connection

between her and Jackie-boy's lot,

I haven't the foggiest who she is.

I had a guess, which I stupidly voiced.

If it is her, which it won't be, we'll deal with it.

We're getting hold of her dental records

and I will undoubtedly end up looking like an imbecile,

which is something for you all to look forward to.

Until that time,

I don't want to hear another word breathed about it

in this building or outside it. Is that clear?

[Indistinct talking]

Janet.

Pub?

Yeah.

We'll kick off with Mandy sweeting.

The pathologist's view is that the body had been frozen.

- Are you telling me? - I'm advising you.

Well, I don't have to take it from you because we're an equal rank.

My dad worked on that original investigation.

Unbelievably shallow and shoddy.

It's one of the most depressing things I've ever read in my life.

How's the online dating going?

This week, I am mostly attracting widowers.

[Chuckles]