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Gill: Well, that's a bit of a giveaway.

- Are you shagging will Pemberton? - Who said that?

You just did when you didn't say no.

- You are good. - Rachel: Chris?

He's got that sexy, knackered look.

I thought you were smarter than that.

[Chuckles] "Sexy, knackered?"

Rachel Bailey, the human heatmagazine.

Boss. Shall I drive you home?

Don't take me for a mug. I really don't like that.

[Crowd talking indistinctly]

Gill: Just to reiterate, I don't need a plus-one, I need a stand-in.

Yeah, well, think about it. Okay, ta-ta.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Nice day for some sightseeing.

Excuse me.

We need to move this rv point and command post round the back

so folk can change clothing away from this morbid bunch.

- Morning. - Officer: Good morning.

The victims are tam robbinson, the pub owner, age 59,

and his wife, Patricia robbinson, age 55.

[Shutter clicking]

There's a secondary scene in the connecting flat upstairs.

Any idea who was killed first?

The assailant transferred the victims' blood

up and down the stairs.

The drip pattern suggests him first, then her.

All the way back here. Looks like she was chased.

I'm sick of blood.

Both victims were shot at close range.

Him in the left temple, exiting above the right ear.

Her, in the face.

If anything says

strength of character about a person you've never met...

Provisional ballistics suggests that

Patricia wasn't crouched in the corner with her head buried,

she was looking right at whoever shot her.

Personality type of this offender,

somewhere between organised and mad frenzy.

No visible sign of a break-in.

Cctv was disabled inside and outside the pub.

The bodies were not moved,

but the assailant has transferred some blood from his person

up and down the stairwell.

Everything else appears untouched apart from the safe,

which was open and empty,

and according to the books there should have been £ 1,200 in it.

So, not much more than a bag of sand.

The ballistics expert won't commit to it until he's tested it,

but by the look of the marks, he's 98% sure

it was a reactivated gun.

Did nobody hear anything?

Mrs Alice grange lives in that other flat up there.

Says she was woken by a commotion at 4:00 A.M.,

which might or might not have been gunshots.

She's hard of hearing, so she came to the window

and saw a car driving out of that car park.

Although she can't remember the make or colour of the car she saw,

or even which direction it was travelling in,

because she wasn't wearing her specs.

The robbinsons' car, a blue BMW saloon,

m-v-0-7-p-z-c,

is, in fact, missing.

Mrs grange also confirmed that the robbinsons

have a 16-year-old son, Simon,

who we thought at first had been abducted,

but we've since located him at school.

- Who's our flo? - Janet.

See how he takes the death message.

We'll also need to find two adult relatives, Rachel, preferably,

to formally identify the bodies.

If this is a premeditated burglary,

the person would know that the owners lived upstairs.

You wouldn't assume that there was no one at home

at 4:00 in the morning on a Tuesday.

Well, maybe it wasn't premeditated.

Somebody broke in on the spur of the moment,

but didn't know that the pub had a flat connected to it.

The owner tried to stop it,

not realising that the offender was armed,

and was shot.

Which is why you don't brandish a hockey stick at a thug waving a gun at you.

If that's what happened.

At this point, we know very little.

I want more on the robbinsons' lifestyle.

What happened in the last days of their lives?

Who did they see?

I want house-to-house, statements from pub regulars,

suppliers, friends, family, the lot.

I'm fast-tracking what I can,

including the prints on the hockey stick,

but it'll take days before we get any lead on a lot of it.

- Who's on exhibits, rach? - Pete.

You and me are gonna have a sit down after.

You're gonna be a busy beaver.

[Both chuckle]

Okay!

Tie criteria and alibi timings are on your briefing sheet.

Sorry.

Who's the girl?

That's your job. Find out.

Okay, so, I need to warn you,

this is my daughter's school,

and that is my husband's new girlfriend.

Shall we go through?

After you. Come on.

Simon, can I ask you where you were last night?

Paul's.

Is that Paul Owen's?

He's in sixth form, too.

And when did you last see or speak to your parents?

[Sniffing]

Texted mum...

After school.

[Voice breaking] Asked, could I stay at Paul's?

Okay.

I'm trying to locate your aunt dawn.

If we can't locate her,

is there another family member you can stay with?

Don't... don't worry.

We'll find somewhere for you to stay tonight.

[Simon sniffling]

Simon.

Can I ask you who this is?

Carla.

Half-sister.

Didn't know her.

She died.

When I was, like, three.

How old was Carla?

Seventeen.

Everyone's dead now.

Hey, come on.

[Crying softly]

[Simon sniffling]

Rachel: Have you found pat's sister yet?

Er, yeah, in newcastle. She's coming up tomorrow

- to identify the bodies. - Great.

Gill: Okay, just spoke to the csm, and then the lab.

Pete, two things.

The fingerprints on the hockey stick were tam robbinson's.

And found a piece of gum, chewing gum, green,

stuck to the outside of the door frame of the pub's back door,

which is the presumed exit, leads straight on to the car park.

The gum was relatively fresh, last day or so,

and it appears to have been pressed into the wood,

which has just about wrecked any dental impression,

but interestingly, there's no print on it.

Which suggests gloves.

Bingo! What did I say about organised?

The lab's currently fast-tracking any DNA on it.

Simon robbinson, erm, poor kid,

spent last night at his friend's, Paul Owen.

Erm, I've spoken to Paul's mother on the phone.

Simon's gonna stay with them until his aunt arrives.

Paul's mum said both boys were in all night, Tuesday night.

Also, Simon told us that the girl in the photo

is his half-sister, Carla.

Not robbinson.

Passed away 13 years ago, age 17.

Why, if Carla died when she was 17,

are there no photos of her over the age of about 12?

Odd, or just me?

- Odd. - Odd.

All the hallmarks of a break-in gone wrong, but...

Could it be a contract killing?

Yeah, it's a line of enquiry.

[Clattering]

Only half a glass for me.

I've got to be in work early.

[Stutters] And be out early.

Rachel: [Chuckles] Nice threads.

Did I already say this is 7:30 for 8:00?

Yeah.

[Sighs] I might fall asleep in this.

Mmm.

Delicious, thanks.

[Chuckles]

So I thought we could...

Go for a drink. You know, before... mmm.

Depending on what time I can get away.

It'll be over by 9:30.

We don't even have to stay for the buffet.

You're gonna deny me a buffet?

[Chuckling]

You know, Gill's getting one.

Yeah? Long service medal?

Commendation for bravery. Helen bartlett.

Janet said Gill calls it "prizes before pasture."

[Scoffs] Hardly.

Oh. Well, apparently, she wants no fuss.

[Sighs] She's gonna hate seeing me there.

I might not wear the full "dress" dress,

seeing as I'm coming straight from work.

Honey.

You could come in a sack, as long as it's not covering that face.

[Whispering] She's upset.

Nice to see you both on that sofa.

Were you at school today, mum?

Unfortunately, I was.

Dorothy: I'll just check on the tea.

Did you know Simon very well?

He's the one whose girlfriend got so smashed

and had sex with him at a party.

- People posted it on Instagram. - Taisie.

Well, they all take drugs, I heard.

How's things at your dad's?

Yeah? How's Alfie?

- Still snogging? - Taisie, shut up.

- Dorothy: Blast! - Oh. You want help?

I'm fine.

Taisie: Well, everyone knows about you two, Elise.

I think Elise may be having sex

with Eleanor goodhead's son, Alfie.

- Oh? Hmm... - "Everyone knows," taisie said.

Last I heard, she just had a little crush on him.

Oh, and Simon robbinson does drugs, apparently.

The secret world of kids is terrifying me right now.

They're nearly adults.

Nearly, but they're not.

Well, they're legally old enough.

Oh, so, "it's okay to have sex with your stepbrother" sort of a thing?

It's not incest, Janet.

Well, aren't you modern?

I don't like it.

[Sighs]

Gill knows, by the way. That I'm seeing will.

She gave me a right earful.

She thinks I'm shagging my way to the top.

Did she actually say that?

- Basically. - [Chuckles]

If Simon does drugs,

he could owe money to a dealer...

Who came to claim it and found his parents instead.

Oh, yes, I'd love one of those. Thank you.

How's the busy beaver?

Up to his ears in human detritus.

Pete, look up Ben townsley.

He sounds like a nasty piece of work.

He's got loads of previous.

We've got a result on the chewing gum.

DNA hit.

Pete: Oh, yeah. Benjamin Andrew townsley.

Male. White. 34 years.

As the boss said, loads of previous.

Oh.

In 2007, he was convicted for armed robbery.

Served five years.

Well, the gum puts him at the scene

within the last 48 hours.

Right, do a house search and interview him asap.

Can you tell me how your chewing gum

ended up on the pub's back door, Ben?

Must have walked past, spat it.

Where were you going when you walked past, Ben?

I might have been on me way to lidl's.

Yeah, I sometimes cut through that pub's car park

on me way to lidl's.

You cut through the pub's car park coming from which direction?

- My house. - It's a long walk.

I like to walk.

Okay, Ben.

You say you took a short cut through the pub's car park.

So how did your gum get all the way into the alcove

of the pub's back door and onto the door frame?

Can you explain that?

I told you, I spat it out.

You spat a piece of gum and it stuck on a door frame?

Come on, Ben, you can do a bit better than that.

I spat it.

There were this woman there. In the door, like.

She told me to pick it up.

I hadn't seen her, see. So, I picked it up.

But then I were like,

"bugger you." I flicked it.

Must have hit the door.

Show me how you picked it up.

Can you explain why there were no fingerprints on the gum, Ben?

Dunno.

Maybe you didn't look hard enough.

Can you tell me what you were doing on Tuesday night, Ben?

[Sighs]

I were in me room till 9:00.

Watching TV.

Then I went down the pub near mine, had a few pints,

flirted with that little barmaid,

went home,

wanked,

passed out.

We've spoken to the auntie, and Carla,

who goes by the name of Kennedy, after her birth father,

is very much not dead.

She's 30 years old,

and, according to the national insurance database,

living in rochdale, studying nursing at college.

Someone needs to pay this long lost daughter a visit.

Like, now.

Has Gill said anything to you about retiring again?

She said four months, months ago.

Not that I want her out. I just want to be prepared.

She hasn't said a word to me.

Mmm? Remarkably tight-lipped on some subjects.

Janet: Mmm.

When it's about her life, no over-disclosure there.

[Both chuckle softly]

Do you think she's been acting a bit weird lately?

I think she's tired.

The night she let on that you were first choice for sergeant,

she'd been drinking at her desk.

What?

I smelt booze on her the other morning.

Right.

But, do you think it's a problem?

I don't think we're talking gin bottles in the lampshade, but...

Maybe she's... Feeling the pressure,

feeling like every case is the one that she'll be remembered for.

Do we need to be mentioning this to somebody?

Well, hopefully she'll go before it comes to that.

Yeah, but we need to find out what she's planning.

Yeah.

Carla, I'm detective sergeant Rachel Bailey

from Manchester metropolitan police major incident team.

This is my colleague, detective constable Janet...

Can we go outside so I can smoke?

Thank you. Thanks.

Your aunt dawn says that you were estranged from your mother.

That your mother put you into care.

Care?

A residential drugs programme.

She didn't care for me.

I cared for me.

It wasn't until I was in me flat last year,

the kitchen caught on fire, 'cause of some...

Shit I'd left on the cooker and I barely got out.

That's when I started rehab properly, that's what it took.

God took care of me.

When did you last see her?

Years ago.

I rang her once.

But...

She said, "I've already buried you."

Can you imagine saying that to your own daughter?

It is a strange thing for a mother to say.

Carla, we'd like you to come in to the station with us,

give us some DNA samples and fingerprints.

Can I come tomorrow?

There's somewhere I've got to be now.

Rachel: [Sighs] Okay.

Look. Here's my card, it's got the address on,

but we will expect to see you tomorrow.

Sweet.

I've always wanted to be fingerprinted.

[Knocking]

Janet, come in.

Simon's gone to see his aunt dawn in newcastle.

We've given him time off school.

Yeah, I've come to collect a copy of his school file, actually.

Oh, of course.

Eleanor, I've been, erm...

Hearing some rumours, of, erm...

Trouble. At a party, recently.

Oh? Well, please sit.

I won't be two ticks.

I'm a little bit uncomfortable about it.

Erm, both as Simon's family liaison officer

and as a parent with daughters at this school, and...

One in your home. Erm...

Also, er...

I know it's entirely natural, but I'm not comfortable about it.

And since I know, I think it's only right that you know.

And since, presumably, it's happening under your roof.

Erm, so that, er, we can find a way, with aid, to...

Tackle it together.

I'm not sure what you mean.

I mean sex.

In my house?

Alfie and Elise, Eleanor.

[Sighs]

My son's not having sex with your daughter, Janet.

Anywhere.

I can assure you.

Oh, I'm sorry, I...

[Stammering] I must have got the wrong end of the stick.

No. No, I'm sure you haven't.

And I'm not surprised Elise has led you to believe that.

I'm glad you mentioned it,

because Alfie's become increasingly uncomfortable

with the way she dotes on him, and...

And doesn't make any attempt to hide her feelings,

even though, I'm afraid, they're unreciprocated.

Oh, well, if you have a problem

with Elise's behaviour in your home,

you really need to speak to Ade.

Oh, I have.

He just says it's a schoolgirl crush.

And he really wants Elise to stay with us.

He doesn't seem to see how it affects Alfie.

It's extremely awkward for everyone.

Eleanor, Elise is entitled to have a crush on whoever she wants.

If you and Alfie can't handle it,

then please send her home.

I'll just copy this file for you.

Sorry.

At least she's not sleeping with him.

She's in love with him and he hates her.

Nobody said "hate."

They're all laughing at her.

I thought that she'd chosen Ade over me,

so I was selfishly a little bit pleased that it was about a boy,

more than anything, but I...

I'm gonna have to get her out of there.

You can't interfere. Then she'll hate you.

You can't stop how she feels.

[Sighs]

Are you excited about tonight?

Too tired to think about it.

Wait a minute. You said two weeks ago,

quote, unquote,

"we're coming out, will and I. I even bought a frock."

[Laughs]

He's just getting his long service medal.

And it will be full of wives.

Are you gonna let what Godzilla said to you bother you?

I don't give a stuff what she thinks

- about me and will. - [Mobile ringing]

Mitch.

Yeah.

Right.

The drug programme attended by Carla Kennedy in 2013

was also attended by Ben townsley

for his parole requirement.

The guy we interviewed about the gum.

So they know each other?

Well, they must do. They were there together for three weeks.

Well, get her in. Why isn't she here already?

She's coming in tomorrow to give samples.

Well, use the time to dig.

Draw up an interview strategy.

'Course.

I've got to nip out.

I'm out this evening.

- Good luck. - Good night.

Guess I'll see you at the do.

[Sighs]

[Line ringing]

Will: Hi, this is will. I'm afraid I can't take your call,

but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you.

[Beep]

Will, erm...

Look...

I can't get away.

Thing is, Godzilla has asked me to prepare...

Well, to set this interview strategy for Janet for the morning.

And, well, she's going herself, you know,

to your function.

Janet's having a domestic with her daughter.

It's... well, it's all been left to me, so...

[Sighs] Look, it's a bugger, I'm sorry.

I'll speak to you later.

Good luck.

Can you tell me about your relationship with Ben townsley?

We were both at Dean house.

Were you having a sexual relationship with Ben?

Men and women have separate dorms.

Is that a yes or a no, Carla?

No.

So, erm, how would you describe your relationship with Ben?

We passed each other in corridors.

- Did you ever speak to him? - Directly?

Yes.

Mmm, we had our bpd group together.

Bpd? Can you clarify what you mean?

It's a therapy term,

borderline personality disorder.

So, what would have been discussed in this therapy group?

I don't see how that's your business.

I'm not asking you to disclose anything private, Carla,

I'm just trying to work out what might have happened to your mother.

For instance, I'm wondering if you might have inadvertently given

mr townsley information about your mother and her husband

within the therapy group.

'Course I talked about them.

Everyone talks about their arsehole parents.

That's what you do. That's how you make peace with it.

And Ben's got his own issues, with his own life, that...

I'm not gonna talk about.

Okay, Carla, so,

not disclosing the therapy itself,

might you have mentioned the pub they ran, the name of it,

or the address?

No.

In these therapy sessions,

how did Ben townsley strike you?

He was angry. Climbing walls.

Stares at me.

I need water.

Why don't we take a break?

I'm not gonna have to see her, am I?

Your mother's been identified.

Good.

I don't want to see her.

I think she's hiding something,

but whether it's to do with her or him, I don't know.

Where are we up to with Ben?

Cctv in the pub Ben was in on Tuesday night,

and the girl behind the bar, both confirm his account

from 9:15 P.M. until 12:30 A.M.

So far the search team has found nothing incriminating in his room.

He's got no stuff in there at all.

No signs of life, as it were.

Ben's been good since 2007,

so why offend again now for 1,200 quid,

when he knows he goes straight back to jail?

It's a grubby amount of money to kill two people for,

but he's always taken big risks for small rewards.

Crime's a habit for him.

Maybe Carla spurned his advances

and it's some kind of revenge?

I'm thinking she didn't spurn his advances

and it's joint enterprise.

She's got the parental abuse issues.

And the combination to the safe.

Chris: Who would give a drug-taking teenager the combo to a cash safe?

Maybe they didn't give it to her?

The combo was Simon's birthday, so, dead easy.

- Is Carla being fingerprinted? - She's down there now.

Let's stall her.

Rachel, see if we can get an urgent oral authorisation

for some directed surveillance for her.

If she and Ben are in a relationship now,

after she leaves here is when she's likely to contact him.

We can think about getting a written authority

to keep an eye on Ben later if we need it.

Who authorises the urgent?

Detective super Pemberton.

He got an award last night, you might have heard.

He'll be in a good mood.

- Hiya. - Officer: Ma'am.

Can we go to someone else for the authority?

When you've got friends in such high places?

- Don't. - Rachel, he's been allocated

as our authorising officer.

I didn't see you last night. Were you hiding at the back?

You...

You said you didn't want it to affect my job.

I had work to do.

Is there a problem I need to know about? Have you two fallen out?

I just prefer not to ask him for a favour.

Fine. I'll phone him,

but next time, Rachel, you're on your own.

Hey, I was right, this is affecting your job.

What's the hold up?

We're waiting for buccal swabs to be sent over from another syndicate.

We've run out. Could you sit down, please?

[Ratttling]

Well, I've really gotta go.

Where do you need to go, Carla?

I've got college.

I need a smoke. I've got lots of things.

What?

Carla, you seem very agitated.

My mother was executed for god's sake.

And I need to wee. Okay?

Thanks, will. I really appreciate that.

Thank you. Bye.

[Beep]

Was that okay?

There's a full surveillance team

about to start a training exercise

down the road at openshaw.

He's asked their trainer to divert to us.

They'll need somebody to ride shotgun. It should be you.

Get some lifestyle. And house Carla.

But we must follow up with written authorisation asap.

- Boss. - Yeah?

I was just wondering when...

Don't you have to give 30 days' notice before you retire?

Why? Can't wait to be shot of me?

No. No, the opposite.

I'm worried about what's gonna happen when you go.

To be a sergeant without you.

Okay. Point taken.

Erm, you need to go.

Can we come back to this?

[Speaking inaudibly]

[Clattering]

[Knocking]

We've got an eyeball on her.

House on colwell Avenue, number 14.

O-l-1-3-d-w. She went straight there.

Thanks, rach.

14, colwell Avenue.

Yeah, it's on the pnc and our systems,

resident known to us as a dealer.

[Knocks]

Gill, Carla's gone to a house, some kind of drugs den.

- Not Ben's? - Mark britton is his name.

Known dealer, previous for assault. Shall we bring him in?

Let's make use of the surveillance while we've got it.

House Carla, back to hers.

But let's draw up plans for a dawn raid at Mark britton's.

See what he knows about Carla.

And if he is dealing, arrest him while you're at it.

Right.

So, was it all right last night?

The food was better than I remembered.

[Sighs]

[Line ringing]

[Line disconnects]

Elise on recording: Leave a message for Elise.

[Exhales]

[Mobile ringing]

Anything happening?

We followed her back to her flat on thornwood street

and she's been at the window ranting to herself for the last two hours.

Has will still not called?

I haven't checked.

Keeping yourself busy, then?

[Sighs] Where are you?

Just about to get into my car and go home.

All right, see you.

Bye.

Looks like Carla's been put to bed for the night.

We've been here for over two hours.

She's not going anywhere by the looks of it.

I suppose we have housed her.

I'll never get the overtime signed off.

I'll get the night crew to give passing attention to her flat.

All teams, stand down.

Hi.

Do you want some company?

It's after half 11, rach.

You didn't answer my text.

I rode shotgun in a plumber's Van

for eight hours on that surveillance.

You know, they actually wee in a bottle.

- Are you okay? - Tired.

[Sighs] Yeah, well, it's been all-consuming.

So, where is this medal?

In its box.

Will...

I'm really sorry.

About last night, I just... I couldn't get away.

We both know that doesn't stack up.

Sorry?

Give me some credit, rach.

If you want to go out, just say so.

Don't blame work.

I'm not blaming. If I didn't do it, nobody else would.

Janet can set her own strategy.

You could have checked in the morning.

There were other things I needed to do.

I needed to allocate actions, review things...

I couldn't just let the investigation stall

because I wanted to go out.

You didn't want to go out is the point.

That's bollocks.

You spending two hours at that function

wouldn't have impacted on any actions.

If you'd said,

"I have to finish by 7:00 for will's ceremony,"

everyone would have said, "fine."

No, they'd have said, "who the hell is will?"

[Scoffs] Yeah, well...

If you'd been open about us from the start...

[Will sighs]

This wasn't just about you

showing your face for my sake, rach.

It was meant to be for us.

The job comes first.

Other things have to fall away.

You let a lot of things fall away from what I gather.

God, Christ, will...

I've said I'm sorry, so can we just move on?

I was sleeping 10 minutes ago.

You're the one who showed up at my door asking me what's wrong.

I don't like things like... Dressing up.

Because I think it's daft and I'm no bloody good at it.

Nobody likes it.

But you get there, everyone is dressed up and it's a laugh.

Yes, except everybody's staring at me, saying,

"there she goes, climbing that ladder in a red frock."

Yeah, people that wanna say that are actually gonna say it.

And other people will say, "hey, she's where she is

"because she's bloody clever."

And you gave us authorisation for that surveillance

without making us wait and without an application.

Oh, Rachel,

I am too tired to do this now.

Would you rather I'd refused?

No.

So, people might think things, it's what they do.

They're gonna think about you sneaking around too when they find out.

Now, if you really cared what people think,

you wouldn't keep us secret.

I wish you wouldn't put so much pressure on me.

What pressure, Rachel?

I don't want to marry you. I don't even want you to move in.

I would just like to be able to see you occasionally

outside of our bedrooms!

Well, I'm here. I'm here now

and all you seem to be doing is shouting at me.

No, no, see, I'm being reasonable for 11:40 at night.

But you don't like it 'cause you're a teenager.

I'm... I'm going to bed.

I will speak to you tomorrow.

So you left?

Oh, it's just a stupid row. It's fine.

Rach, what did you say?

[Sighs]

And what does that make you?

Some dirty old man?

Any luck with Carla's dealer?

- What's he saying? - He's not.

Just waiting for a solicitor.

We found speed, cannabis, ecstasy,

five grand in cash, three phones, latex gloves.

He's cutting speed with bath salts.

Any gun?

No, but we caught him trying to flush his stash down the bog.

Too bad he didn't swallow it.

Dealers, they're all scum.

How do you know Carla Kennedy, Mark?

- She buys whizz from me. - Whizz?

Phets. Amphetamines.

Wraps. Five a day.

But she'll snort anything.

How much does a wrap cost?

A tenner. [Sighs]

How long has Carla been buying amphetamines from you?

Oh. Years.

Though she was off it for a while, but lately it's most days.

So that's 50 quid a day...

That's a big habit.

How does she pay for that?

- Cash. - Always?

Well, sometimes she brought shit.

- What kind of shit? - Shit.

TV, computer and that.

When was the last time you saw her?

Wednesday.

How much did she buy Wednesday?

40 wraps.

400 quid. In cash?

She didn't pay cash.

No? How did she pay?

I'll tell you what, mate, how about this, yeah?

What if I help you out

and then maybe you can help me out?

Mark, you're gonna be charged.

Now, whether it's just for possession with intent to supply

or also conspiracy to murder,

that's up to you, mate.

For the record, I didn't know where it had come from.

She brought me this BMW.

Jackpot.

I can show you where it is, mate. It's all locked up.

But not in one piece. Do you get me?

Get the car. Low loader.

Full lift, full forensic recovery. The works.

Arrest strategy for Carla.

Officer: Open up! Police!

Police!

- Police! - Police!

Rachel: Carla! Upstairs.

- Police. - Officer: Show yourselves.

Carla: I'm not going! Rachel: Carla!

- Carla! - Carla: Somebody help me!

[Carla yells]

Rachel: Get her up.

Carla Kennedy, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

[Shouting]

You don't 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.

- Officer: I've got Ben townsley in here. - Leave her alone!

- Get off! - [Yells]

[Ben grunting]

[Choking] Get off him, you bastard!

Boss, guess who's been living in Carla's cupboard

while we've been sat outside the house?

How did you miss that?

You just told me to house her.

I did. I didn't know he was already inside.

Was that wrong?

Well, keep them separate.

Okay.

[Man talking indistinctly over pa]

I need to speak to Ben.

I'm afraid you can't speak to Ben right now, Carla.

[Crying] Please.

I need to speak to him.

I don't like this feeling. I really don't like this feeling.

Ben is not in this building.

He's at another police station.

He's okay. The police surgeon is on her way to see him.

Bitch.

He don't have a mum.

He doesn't have anybody. I'm all he has.

Ian: He's off his nut.

Full-blown, drug-induced paranoid psychosis times two.

He was playinggrand designs in the wardrobe

using his knife to tear plaster off the bricks

and then hiding their drugs between them.

The custody officer called out

the police surgeons to examine them.

He said they are not fit to be interviewed

and need to be left to sleep it off.

Not much fun going cold Turkey.

Anyway,

the pace clock ticks on.

- Okay, boss. - [Line disconnects]

I shouldn't have stood the surveillance team down.

Well, we've got 'em now.

I screwed up and Gill knows it.

"Ds Bailey, how can you justify me giving you a dozen officers

"for another eight-hour period?"

"Twenty four people, that's £ 5,760."

- Yes, I know. But still... - Janet: Mmm.

[Grunts]

[Camera clicking]

Rachel: I found pat robbinson's gym card.

Chassis numbers match.

They are just fast-tracking the prints now.

Yeah, all right. See you soon.

Oh, god.

What?

"Dear Janet, I thought you should know,

"Alfie's decided to go travelling in his gap year.

"He'll be leaving in a few weeks.

"Elise seems to have taken the news quite badly.

"I thought it might be nice if you could give her a ring.

"With good wishes, Eleanor."

Oh.

Bugger off, don't tell me how to look after my daughter.

Poor Elise.

Do you fancy going for a drink?

Er, no, I want to get home, see taisie.

Oh, well, go.

Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself!

You should have gone to will's award.

You said you would.

Having him in your life has been good for you

and you're gonna throw that away over a dress

or Gill or whatever you think it is, that...

[Indistinct talk on TV]

[Sighs]

- Thank you. - Listen.

I'm sorry I snapped yesterday.

No. You were absolutely right.

I'm glad, Janet.

Every time you've snapped at me,

I've done it ten times to you.

I do know that.

Thank you.

It wasn't about you. It wasn't even about Eleanor.

I'm just finding it extremely challenging not to interfere with Elise,

not to just haul her out of there to protect her.

They are sober. They've slept.

And they are in really shitty moods,

which will no doubt worsen when we tell them

Ben townsley's fingerprints are all over that steering wheel.

The upside is they'll be turning on each other within the hour,

which is ideal 'cause we've already lost 17 hours off the pace clock.

Okay. Me, Mitch, Pete,

let's scoot down to stockport road Nick.

Mark britton told us that you gave him a BMW on Wednesday morning

in exchange for 40 wraps of speed.

We've recovered that BMW,

which we know belonged to your mother and her husband.

What can you tell me about that, Carla?

This car was last seen driving away from the fox and hare pub

at 4:00 A.M., after your mother and stepfather had been murdered.

[Over speaker] Can you explain this, Carla?

What were you doing at the pub, Carla?

A love protest.

How noble.

No comment.

When we examined the car, Ben,

we found your fingerprints on the steering wheel.

What explanation can you give me for that?

[Sighs]

No comment.

You can plead your head's too sore,

but then don't use that as an excuse for not telling me

something you later rely on in court.

We're the last ones standing.

We've got no evidence that either of them

were actually inside that pub.

[Pete sighs]

Unless we find something, they're walking.

Shall we go for an inspirational pint?

I've got an hour more of this,

then it's home to the wife and me book.

You're still here, too?

I've made my bed, haven't I?

I see that.

I've been beating myself up.

I should have gone with you.

Yeah.

I was an idiot, will.

Yeah. You were.

But I've been thinking, Rachel,

and I've decided that life's too short at my age,

to convince someone to stick around.

You don't have to convince me. I want to stick around.

Yeah, I know, but...

It's not working for me, Rachel.

[Doorbell ringing]

That'll be Rachel.

[People cheering on TV]

[Sniffling]

Oh...

[Elise crying]

[Sighs]

Hey.

Oh. Bright and early, eh?

Rachel Bailey, Manchester metropolitan police.

Rachel: Pat's gym card. I checked it last night.

It hadn't been used for months until Wednesday morning.

I got the cctv from the desk

and who should walk in at 6:30 A.M.?

Carla.

Swipes the card, goes to the changing room,

leaves 30 minutes later with wet hair minus a layer of clothing.

There's no cctv in here, so management

don't know when that locker was claimed.

You could leave your stuff for a year and they wouldn't know.

But the point is people don't leave their stuff for a year.

They take it out before they go home.

I was the first person in here today

and there was one locker still locked.

They are stuffed. She's on cctv.

It'll take time to corroborate that it's the same gun.

Get DNA off it.

And determine who shot who?

Well, whoever shot him, shot her.

Think, shot at close range.

Logic says that the person who transferred blood

from one scene to the other is the same person who's pulled the trigger.

And of the two choices,

a man you don't know or your long-lost daughter,

which one are you likely to look right at

while they point a gun at you and not hide your face?

Who would you think you could talk sense into?

Carla shot her stepfather then went upstairs and shot her mum.

Remind me never to have kids.

When we get back we're gonna charge them both with murder.

- They'll get life. - Yup.

Oh, by the way, when I do put myself out to pasture,

which I will when I'm ready,

which is not yet,

I personally think you'll be fine without me.

You'll know what to do.

And in the meantime, we can keep going over things if you like.

I'll keep you under my wing. Yeah?

Yeah. I'd like that, boss.

Rachel: Just after 6:00 this morning,

a Walker spotted a body wedged between two rocks.

The feeling is it's suspicious.

He went out to get some nappies

and he never came back. That was 15 years ago.

If you'd done things bloody properly

you'd have known about this hours ago.

They were chasing after him.

Chris: You've done nothing wrong.

Janet!

- This is weird to tell you this now. - What?