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- I want a boyfriend. - Do you?

Chris... he's got that sexy, knackered look.

Boss. Shall I drive you home?

Aw, go on.

You're marrying a drug dealer.

He looks after me.

It's not working for me, Rachel.

Think she's been acting weird lately?

I smelt booze on her the other morning.

Do we need to be mentioning this to somebody?

Yeah.

Gill: That's my last body.

Handed in my 30 days.

You gave me the nudge I needed.

I didn't.

No, it's good. Right.

Immediate questions. Off you go.

Is this where he died? How did he get here?

Routes in, routes out. Which did victim and offender use?

Which should we use to avoid contaminating the scene?

How long's he been here?

Long enough for rigour mortis to set in.

So, how do you suggest they get him out? He's wedged in tight.

Rachel: You stick a tarpaulin over the whole lot.

Wait till he goes floppy again.

Why not use a tent?

'Cause it's too windy.

[Line ringing]

- [Mobile ringing] - Mmm?

[Muffled] Julie dodson.

Oh, hello, ma'am.

It's detective constable Janet Scott from syndicate 9.

Hiya, Janet. What can I do for you?

Erm... I wondered, er...

If it might be possible for us to meet up

and have a quick chat about something.

Phone's better for me. Can we do it now?

We could. It's just that it might be better to...

What's it about?

Gill.

What about her?

It's a bit sensitive. Might you have 10 minutes for us to meet up?

What's up with Gill?

We think she's maybe not coping as well

as she usually does and we're concerned that...

Who's "we"? You and Rachel?

- Yes. - Right.

And your concern is?

She's possibly drinking too much.

[Chuckling] Everyone drinks too much.

She's drinking at work.

Christ, is it bad?

Not generally. Erm, she's a bit erratic.

[Sighs] She's retiring any minute.

Well, she doesn't seem to be. Look, I'm sorry.

I should have been clearer. This isn't a complaint.

I'm ringing you as her friend to see if you've got any concerns

or if we're just overreacting which we probably are.

[Sighs] Whatever. I haven't seen her for weeks.

Oh.

Not properly. Not to talk to.

Right.

Thing is, Janet, this is something I can't ignore.

Right. As in...

Well, professionally.

As her line manager, I'm obliged to address it.

Have you discussed this with anyone other than Rachel?

- No. - Good.

Look, I'll look in on Gill as soon as I can.

Let's take it from there.

Okay. Thanks. Thank you. Sorry to ring.

- Bye. - No, you did right to.

Bye, Janet.

[Mobile beeps]

Gill: We need to speak to the Walker who found him again.

See if we can get more details off him. Any other walkers?

Did anyone see him make his way up here?

Was he accompanied?

House-to-house?

Where do you want to start?

For now, where the housing is dense. We'll get tau in.

- But let's make a start. - Okay.

Check anyone missing from homes in the area.

I'm guessing between 35 and 45.

- Shaven head. - Yep.

Brief everyone up. I'll ring from the mortuary.

Okay.

Chris: Oh, this is bothering me. Is it lumpy there?

It's the bolts in your neck pushing it out of shape.

Did you iron it damp?

My ex ironed it.

That's a very nice ex, to iron your shirts for you.

A very recent ex.

Mmm, bad luck.

Mitch irons his own shirts so then it's less traumatic when they leave.

Happily married for 14 years. No one is leaving anyone.

Okay. Great. So, just after 6:00 this morning,

a Walker spotted a body wedged between two rocks

up on this moor at red lumb here.

Male, white, 30s to 40s.

He's got a head wound, and we found traces of blood in the grass

suggesting that he was injured before he got there.

Feeling is it's suspicious.

He's got no ID on him.

No phone. No cash. No keys.

He's in a spot that can only be reached on foot,

but he's not dressed for walking.

So, the blood traces the sniffer dogs found

trace back from these rocks to this ditch here

then the dogs lost the trail.

These houses here are just a 15-minute walk away

so, well, the question is,

given that he had a head injury,

why did he not make for these houses

where he could have got assistance?

Why did he take himself off into the wilds?

If he wasn't from around there,

he wouldn't necessarily have known

he was that close to civilisation.

Or he's possibly been taken up there.

He didn't choose to go.

Could've been on the run.

If he's got a head injury, he won't have gone far on foot.

He's only half a mile from this road.

Here. So he needn't have been on foot before then.

Did the sniffer dogs find anything?

Nothing that appears to be a weapon.

He's wearing overalls, and he's got a shaved head.

Oh, so he's not homeless then.

Well, you need a bit of kit, don't you?

- Razor, water, mirror. - Mmm.

Has he been shoved between them rocks, do you reckon?

He looked like an animal.

Like an animal that takes itself off to die or...

I've no idea. Anyway,

Pete, exhibits officer,

Gill's expecting you at the mortuary.

I've got a tau resource sergeant

to scope up a house-to-house strategy,

but, for now, I want all the houses

that can be seen from the body site

to be visited in two teams,

Mitch and Chris, Janet and Lee.

Hi, I don't think we need to ring dodson.

Her majesty was totally on it this morning

and she's given in her 30 days.

- I have rung her. - You've already rung her?

Yes. As discussed.

No...

While you were gambolling about the moors

with our "totally on it" boss,

I was telling detective superintendent dodson

how worried we are about her.

Well, then tell her we're not any more.

No! Because she's worried now. We've worried her.

We can't unsay it. We can't just try

and cram the cat back in the bag.

Oh, so maybe we tell her it's a much smaller cat than we thought.

It's messy. I don't like it.

[Sighs] What did she say?

She said, "the thing is Janet, this is something I can't just ignore."

Oh, shit.

Mary: Hmm. Something round-ended.

A smooth, rounded-ended blunt object.

Not rock. I mean, yes,

he's got abrasions, but this is what did for him.

Could he have fallen on whatever it was?

Mmm-mmm, far more likely someone struck him.

He's got defence injuries.

Two broken fingers.

Will you have a big leaving do?

No. I hate speeches.

People you did a course with in 1990, blah,

banging on about how wonderful you are. Can't be doing with it.

Mary: Ooh. Tattoo.

Gill: It is a murder enquiry. Cause of death, concussion.

Looks like he's been whacked over the head

with a round-ended, blunt instrument.

He's got a tattoo on his upper left arm. "Maeve."

- Maeve? - Maeve.

Woman's name. Irish. M-a-e-v-e.

Yeah. Got it.

He's got an unusual scar on his right leg.

It's old. It's gone white. But you can see it's stitches.

Bit of a botched job.

His hands suggest manual work, ingrained dirt.

Scrapings from his skin and nails have been sent to the lab

as have samples of blood from the soles of his shoes.

We need to ID it.

Let's get an appeal in local papers asap.

We can't use the photo of him dead, obviously,

so let's get an e-fit made

and issue that and a graphic of his tattoo.

Stomach contents?

Yep.

Gill: It's odd.

Some things about this man's body

give the impression he looked after himself,

some things suggest neglect.

He's had a meal.

Potatoes and bacon. Basic, but a cooked meal.

His liver shows high alcohol consumption.

His teeth are atrocious.

His underpants and socks are practically disintegrating,

they are so old, but his overalls and his shoes are fairly new.

It's... like I say, it's odd.

If he'd had the concussion treated, could he have survived?

Well, people do, don't they?

Whether or not whoever hit him intended to kill him,

it's the concussion following the blow to his head that's caused his death.

It's back to the question of why he didn't try to get help.

Nothing further from the dog Walker.

- Janet: No joy with missing from homes? - No.

What did house-to-house throw up?

No one we spoke to had seen him.

Where did you ask?

Uh... here.

What about rural house-to-house?

I spoke to tau, and they're gonna scope up a house-to-house...

He's got muddy hands, muddy boots. As I said hours ago,

we need to be running a rural house-to-house now.

Yes.

Make sure you do risks assessments. Dogs, guns, bulls, the lot.

What about this road?

The only road running from this built-up area

past the moor out into this agricultural land. Any ideas?

- Roadblock. - Roadblock.

First light tomorrow.

- Did you do that e-fit? - Yes.

- See if any drivers recognise him. - Sure.

And he's gonna be in the rochdale observertomorrow

with a description of his scar and tattoo.

- As I asked you to? - Yes.

If any of you ever feel at any point like taking initiative

instead of waiting for a list of actions to land in your folder,

that would be lovely.

What's she in such a snit about?

I've got no idea.

She was happy as Larry this morning.

This is what I said to Julie dodson. Erratic.

I've left her a voicemail. I didn't

want to leave a mad message saying,

"ignore what I said this morning."

I just said, "could you give me a ring?"

What will she do when she retires, Gill?

She'll be fine, materially.

She's got loads of savings.

Dave paid off the house in the divorce

and she gets her clothes in the sale,

but she's quite tight, Gill.

No, but what will she do?

Evening, Rachel. Janet.

[Knocking]

- Hiya, slap. - Golly.

[Mobile ringing]

- First customer. - Morning, boss.

- Gill: Are you set up? - Yep.

- Are you heading back soon? - Yep.

I want these risk assessments hurried up

and the rural house-to-house getting underway asap.

Understood. Right. Bye.

- I've got to get back. - Just wait for this one.

Good morning, sir. Thank you for stopping.

Er, we're making enquiries this morning.

We're hoping to identify someone.

Do you recognise this man?

Driver: No. Not at all. Sorry. No.

Pete: Thank you. Good day.

[Pete sighs]

How long before you've done risk assessments for house-to-house?

Gill wants us to get a move on.

Um... okay. I'll chivvy.

Mitch to go with Lee, you to go with Chris.

Right you are.

How is she this morning?

Seems fine.

Do you think dodson said anything?

- God knows. - Janet!

I've been summoned. Ta-ta.

Good luck.

[Mobile beeps]

There's a woman downstairs who says she knows who he is.

- Fancy talking to her? - Definitely.

Erm, what about house-to-house? Shall I skip it?

Let's see what she says.

Pete: All right, boys. Bit of action.

- I'm Maeve. - Maeve?

On the tattoo on this man?

His name's Mike greenholme.

The man you found.

And we used to be together.

Here.

Janet: Is this your baby, yours and Mike's?

Maeve: She's 16 now.

[Gasps] We haven't seen Mike...

I'm not anything to do with...

Please, could you tell me about Mike?

Has someone killed him?

We don't know much at this stage,

but we are treating it as a murder enquiry, yes.

But what was he doing back here?

Why? Where did you think he was?

We're making enquiries. We're looking for this gentleman.

Do you recognise him?

I don't think so. No. Sorry.

We're making enquiries this morning.

We're looking to identify this man.

- Do you recognise him? - No. No, I don't.

You've not seen this gentleman, perhaps in blue overalls?

No.

Okay. Thanks for your help.

I fell pregnant.

He did right.

He stuck with me, but he was never really...

[Sighs]

Not cut out for it.

He struggled. We had no money.

He couldn't get a job.

It was too much for him.

I wasn't that surprised when he left.

When did he leave?

Janet: They had a row after breakfast. No money. No nappies.

Why was he so useless? He went out to get some nappies

with some change that they scraped together

and he never came back.

That was 15 years ago.

We tried to trace him at the time, but he's a grown man.

If he chooses to walk out of his life, that's up to him.

Maeve thought that he'd done a runner to London.

Why?

She just thought that that's where people do a runner to.

Now she thinks he might have come back to find them.

She's only half an hour down the road from where his body turned up.

She hasn't moved.

Oh, and he didn't have that scar when she knew him.

So he's what?

He's come back after all this time to find his family?

Got himself robbed and attacked

and ended up dead on the moors?

We've got a name. We've got a photo. We know where he used to live.

Who says he went away?

Well, where's he been for 15 years if he hasn't been away?

Exactly.

See what I mean? Nice as pie.

Dodson can't have said anything to her yesterday.

Thank god.

There are no car keys left.

Lee and Mitch must have taken the last set.

Oh, dear.

We're stuffed now, aren't we?

You are. Stuffed as a kipper.

Are you being sly?

Sly is a bit strong.

- I prefer to think of it as practical. - [Scoffs]

Every time we get put in a car together, you sit in the driving seat

-because you think you're Lewis Hamilton -[Chuckles]

And I have to sit on the passenger side

feeding you mint imperials.

Have you got keys?

And I'm getting a bit narked off with that arrangement.

Have you?

- Oh, possibly. - [Chuckling]

Would you hold my file and bag, please? Thank you.

Yes, ma'am.

[Grunts]

You're a bloody nuisance.

Hey, don't mind me. I'll get used to it in a minute.

Stop it.

[Laughing] Stop what?

[Chuckles]

Jeez. Stop! God, no!

One positive response to the form in five hours

and nobody knew the name Mike greenholme

but this fella reckons he may possibly have seen him.

He had some rubbish removed from his front garden a couple of weeks ago,

and he thinks it might be our guy that collected it.

Council collection?

No. A bloke knocked on his door

and asked him if he wanted his waste disposed of.

Recycled. [Sighs]

There was some old paint cans and some other stuff the council won't take,

so he said, yeah, he did.

The bloke said someone would come back the next day and take it.

They arranged a price. The next day, someone did come back,

possibly our guy, Mike,

loaded the stuff on to the back of a dark green pickup.

- Took it away. - Did he speak to him?

No.

He didn't speak to him when he paid him?

He thought he might be Polish.

[Scoffs] So where's this first bloke come from?

The one that knocked on his door.

He wondered that and he asked him.

He mumbled some farm name and gestured it was up.

He thought it was possibly "west-something."

So, where's this first bloke live?

The one that got the waste collected?

Pete: Here.

Right. So, moving outwards looking for high spots.

Well, that's up from his place. Hassup hill.

But not by much.

Oh, but that is. Shutts hill.

It's not west, is it?

No, but that Ridge is high.

Goes all the way along there. Houses dotted along it.

- Any called "west-anything"? - Uh...

Chris: I could live out here.

I could buy that barn and convert it.

What about all your women? All your daughters

and stepdaughters and granddaughters and exes?

Well, they'd come and visit.

I'd cook 'em a roast so they'd drop by.

- That's a great shirt by the way. - Thank you.

Looks great on you.

[Scoffs] Don't flirt with me, please.

I don't want it.

Okay.

How have you managed to stay on such good terms with them all?

My exes? My many exes?

Mmm.

Well, it's not that many really, and I like them.

And though I've been stupid, very stupid,

I don't think that I've ever been...

[Mobile ringing]

cruel.

- [Mobile beeps] - Hi, rach.

Hiya. How you getting on?

Oh, we've done two visits. Nothing doing.

We're just coming up over

- clough Ridge about to drop in at... - Clough Ridge.

Uh, four gates farm, little stoney field.

Right, okay. I want you to skip that, turn round

and go to easterby farm at higher shorefield.

It's a couple of miles south of clough Ridge.

Yeah. There's a possibility that Mike greenholme might have worked there.

We've had to guess at the name. It's a long shot.

- We've not risk assessed it. - There's two of us.

Do you want to run it by Gill?

I did a background.

No dangerous dogs. No gun licence.

Take the initiative.

Yeah, you could be there in 10 minutes. Let's just do it.

Right decision.

Okay. Homeowner's name. Pritchard.

Mr Callum pritchard. Mrs Eve pritchard.

Wouldn't want your converted barn up here, would you?

[Chuckles]

Well, that could be the recycling service.

Take junk for money, pile it on the land. Money for nothing.

Mmm, could be.

Janet: That looks like a green pickup to me.

Janet: Mr pritchard?

Hmm?

Are you mr pritchard?

Detective constable Janet Scott.

Detective constable Chris crowley.

We're making enquiries about a man called Mike greenholme.

Do you know him?

- No. - You don't?

Has he ever worked here?

A member of the public thinks that Mike might

possibly have collected some waste from his property

a couple of weeks ago in a dark green pickup.

[Breathlessly] I'll ask me wife. Just a minute.

Is mrs pritchard here? That'd be great.

Excuse me, please. I'm pissed.

Get in. Useless pig.

Sorry about that. I'm married to an animal.

What you here for?

Detective constable Janet Scott, mrs pritchard.

This is detective constable Chris crowley.

We're enquiring about Mike greenholme.

- Mike who? - Greenholme.

We believe he may have worked here.

Well, we have people passing

all the time doing odd jobs and that,

but we've not had a greenholme.

[Chuckles] Cal'd know if he was sober.

He's better with names than I am.

- Did you ask him? - We did ask, oh, yes.

But he didn't seem to remember the name.

A member of the public told us they believed a Mike greenholme...

[Car receding]

Chris: DC 3-2 to 3-1.

Crowley in the company of DC 35-125, Scott.

We're in pursuit of a purple Nissan micra.

Registration r-7-4-8-m-g-j.

Driving west on red lumb Lane towards edenfield road.

Driver believed to be Cal pritchard.

We need some uniformed backup.

Officer: [On radio] Roger. I'll inform the duty officers.

Yeah. We're proceeding while we wait.

Understood. Bear with me a sec.

Who's Lewis Hamilton now?

- [Tyres screeching] - [Crashing]

Shit!

[Tyres screeching]

He's crashed. We need an ambulance.

Red lumb Lane towards red lumb village.

Mr pritchard.

Mr pritchard, can you hear me?

- I think he's dead. - Shit!

[Hissing]

Janet: Oh, god.

Mr pritchard! Mr pritchard!

Can you hear me?

[Fire extinguisher hissing]

DC crowley to hq, it looks like a fatal.

DC Scott is trying to resuscitate him.

Do you have an eta for ambulance and traffic?

Officer: [On radio] They're on their way.

They'll be with you in a few minutes.

Call Rachel.

Yeah.

I will do. As soon as I can.

And you. Bye.

- [Car engine starting] - [Mobile beeping]

He says a similar-looking guy felled a tree for him.

- [Rachel sighs] - What's up?

My mother's dead.

- How? - Heart attack.

That was our Alison.

Tell Gill. Do what you've got to do.

- [Mobile ringing] - [Mobile beeping]

- Hello. - Rachel, it's Chris.

We went to the pritchard place.

Pritchard made a break for it.

He drove off. We gave chase.

He's driven into a wall.

- We suspect he's dead. - Shit.

Ambulance is on its way. Traffic is on its way.

Janet's tried to resuscitate him.

He's gone.

Rachel, the setup at the pritchards' is suspicious.

When we got there, he seemed to be terribly drunk.

I'm now thinking perhaps that he wasn't.

He got into that car like greased lightning.

Mrs pritchard was also at the property.

Just before he made a break for it,

I saw what looked like blood

on the forecourt. [Sighs]

Mrs pritchard is still at the property.

Rachel: They rounded a corner and pritchard had smashed into a wall.

They think he's dead.

He is dead.

Ambulance and traffic are on their way.

Put that cigarette out now. You're on duty.

Sorry, boss.

Tell Pete to do the same.

He's not smoking. Look, Janet and Chris are telling me that

they strongly suspect that the pritchards know

something about Mike greenholme.

Why?

There's a vehicle at the property that fits in with information

that we got in a tip-off about rubbish collection

and Janet reckons she saw blood on the ground.

As soon as you give mrs pritchard the death message,

get her away from the farm and get a search team up there.

We can't get her out without passing the crash.

There's just one road.

Well, keep her there till it's all cleared up then...

Tell her about your mum.

Did you risk assess that farm?

[Sighs] Not quite.

Why the hell not?

I did a background check.

But the tip-off gave the wrong farm name

so I had to guess at the place.

I just... I wanted to act as quickly as possible.

Look where that's landed us. Where are you now?

At the pod.

Right, get a warrant sorted.

Get yourself over to the farm.

I'll get cso and csis organised. I'll meet you there.

- Bye. - Okay.

Once we've breathalysed you, we'll be taking you back to the station,

where you and DC crowley will be interviewed.

One single, steady breath and blow till I tell you to stop.

[Hissing]

- [Machine beeps] - Stop.

Come with me.

Why was pritchard trying to get away?

Get away from being questioned.

But was he was trying to dispose of something?

A murder weapon?

We need to search that car.

I mean, he could have ditched something before he crashed.

We need to search the route as well. Call Gill.

And do not tell her about my mum.

I'll tell her when it's right.

[Mobile beeping]

Janet, you've done nothing wrong.

[Mouthing]

What the hell's going on?

[Panting]

Where's Cal?

Have they arrested him?

Rachel: No.

Mrs pritchard,

I am very sorry to inform you that your husband is dead.

You're shitting me.

No, mrs pritchard, I'm afraid...

He can't be. I've just seen him.

- He was involved in a road accident. - I've just seen him.

His car hit a wall.

His car hit a wall?

They were chasing him. They were chasing after him.

That's why he hit a fucking wall!

- You've killed him! - [Cup shatters]

Mrs pritchard... Mrs pritchard!

I need you to listen to me.

There'll be a thorough investigation into this accident.

Oh, by who? The police?

- By road traffic collision investigators. - Ugh, the police.

And they will find out exactly what caused your husband's death.

Well, where is he?

He's been taken away.

To the hospital?

No, but he was seen by paramedics and a doctor at the scene.

Well, why didn't they take him to hospital in an ambulance?

Because when they arrived, he was dead,

and they knew that there was nothing that they could do.

And ambulances don't take dead bodies.

Well, they should take him to the hospital.

Mrs pritchard, not if a person's dead.

[Voice breaking] So...

So where is he?

He's at the mortuary.

Undertakers took him there.

Cal? [Crying]

[Gasps]

Have you got no clothes in your locker?

No. They're in the washer.

Took them home the other day.

Is this evidence?

No, health and safety.

Have you had a hepatitis jab, Janet?

Er, no. I don't...

I don't think I have. No.

You'll need to have one.

Hey. Hey! You've got no right to search this place!

We've done nothing!

We're following up information that we have about a Mike greenholme

who we believe worked here.

I don't know who he is!

Listen, you've killed my husband and you think

you can come in here and poke around? Get lost!

We have a warrant, mrs pritchard.

Oh.

Rachel: [On phone] We've started the search and, boss,

there's been a fire up here.

You can still smell the smoke.

I rang the fire brigade.

They came out here last night to a burning caravan,

but the pritchards didn't call them, a motorist did.

The area fire officer said he thought it was suspicious.

They always say it's suspicious.

Pritchard told them it was an accident.

Said he dropped a fag in there. Set it on fire.

Said he was sleeping there,

but we searched the bedroom in the house.

There were two people using it.

And the blood Janet saw, gone. It's been cleaned up.

What is mrs pritchard saying, is she still kicking off?

The on-call locum has given her a sedative.

She wanted it.

He says she needs to be monitored in hospital.

Send her in a Van so she doesn't have to see the smashed-up car.

- An arrest Van? - Yeah, exactly.

Not ideal, is it? Do you know what, Rachel?

If you'd done a risk assessment,

and done things bloody properly,

you'd have known about this fire hours ago!

[Mobile beeping]

[Clattering]

Lee: Hello?

Man: [Weakly] Hello.

Rachel: Police officers. Hello.

Where are you?

Man: [Weakly] Hello.

You're okay.

This is where they were.

They were all huddled in here.

They've been taken for check-ups

to make sure they're all okay. Lee's with them.

What were they saying?

Couldn't get much sense out of them. Didn't want to push it.

Terrified, confused.

- They're living here? - Yep.

- Good god! - Toilet.

I need to tell Julie dodson about this.

I've been interviewed by traffic.

I've been suspended from driving.

That's nothing. You're being investigated.

What?

I've just been speaking to professional standards.

They've e-mailed me your papers.

Section 9 papers which I have to serve you.

What...

What am I supposed to have done?

It's a fatal road accident involving a police officer.

- You could go to prison for that. - She won't.

She could.

They just have to rule it out.

There's someone coming in now

from professional standards to interview you.

It's a joint investigation between them and traffic.

It puts this whole syndicate under scrutiny.

We've just found three men locked up in a shed at the pritchard place.

Shaved heads, overalls, same as Mike greenholme.

So I've said to traffic,

once they've finished with mrs pritchard

we'd like to talk to her and if she doesn't cooperate

we'll be arresting her on suspicion

of forced labour and false imprisonment.

Which is why I'm here 'cause it's growing.

And guess who'd be the ideal person to interview her

if it wasn't now totally out of the question, Janet?

So that's a bummer, isn't it?

- Gill... - While we're on the subject

of very bloody aggravating things...

Don't go running to people telling them you're worried about me.

You came in here yesterday looking at me like a vet.

I was waiting for you to prise my mouth open and check my teeth.

- I didn't tell her I'd spoken with you. - You didn't need to.

I guessed it in five seconds flat.

"How are you?" "Fine." "Yeah, but, how are you?"

- "I'm fine." - I tried to talk to you

way back when you returned to work

after Helen bartlett abducted you

and I asked you how you were getting on with counselling.

And I said it was rubbish. Which it is.

You said you'd stopped going and I said that

I'd found counselling very helpful after I got stabbed.

He was an idiot. He talked touchy-feely rubbish...

Because you weren't receptive to that

and your behaviour has been erratic,

and because I've been aware of you drinking more lately,

and at work, and because I've known you for over 20 years,

and I don't think you're fine...

She rang me and I don't think you're fine either.

I'm not gonna sit here and be patronised and preached at.

I know exactly what's up with me. I can't make decisions.

I can, but not like I used to.

It's a confidence thing. I doubt myself.

I have a drink, I don't doubt myself. It works.

And if you think I'm gonna give anyone the satisfaction

of falling to pieces

five minutes before I retire or after or ever,

you don't know me.

Don't be daft. Of course, we do.

Which is why you need to put your spikes in and listen,

and stop being such a stubborn cow!

Point taken.

How're you doing?

Erm...

I had a chat with traffic who suspended me from driving.

I had a chat with Gill who lambasted me.

I had a chat with professional standards

and, erm, they're investigating me.

You did nothing wrong.

We did, Chris. We didn't follow procedure

and things went very wrong.

We did follow procedure.

No, you and Rachel were all gung-ho about us getting to the pritchards'.

We should have risk assessed it like I said.

But you two wouldn't have it.

Janet, there's no risk assessment on earth

that would have told us pritchard

would have done anything like that.

Well, he's dead now. That man's dead, and that's it.

But it's not your fault.

If we hadn't done what we did today, he wouldn't be.

We radioed in when we followed him, by the book.

We continued while the duty officer checked it out, by the book.

We weren't even that close to him.

He drove into a wall.

We are not responsible for his death.

You can put whatever spin you like on the definition of fault,

but I am completely tied up with that man's death.

I'm really sorry, Janet.

We were mucking about.

That's got no bearing on anything.

It just makes you feel bad.

Come here.

I don't want any of this.

I know.

- [Knocks] - Boss.

Social services have found places for the three men in a homeless hostel.

- Right. - They're being checked out by a doctor.

As soon as we've the all clear,

we can get them in for the first account.

We should be able to fit that in for later tonight.

Let's see what they know about Mike greenholme.

Let's see what they say about

what the hell's been going on at that farm and for how long.

Well, they've been slaves.

What is wrong with people? [Sighs]

Once we've had their account, we can talk to mrs pritchard...

As soon as she's been discharged from hospital.

She hasn't even started talking to traffic yet.

- Oh, okay. - And she'll be baying for blood.

She's saying we're murdering pigs.

Well, that's interesting, because it's looking like the pritchards are, too.

We've also found a baseball bat

in one of the fields along the chase route.

Possibly flung over the hedge by Cal pritchard.

It's got blood on it. It's gone to the lab.

[Sighs]

I shouldn't have put the phone down on you.

Totally unprofessional. Ridiculous.

I should've risk assessed the farm.

[Exhales]

My mum died today.

You're kidding.

No. This morning. Heart attack.

Rachel, I'm sorry. Listen, go.

- Well, I can't. - Yeah, you can.

You're entitled to compassionate leave.

Death of a close relative.

[Sighs] None of that really applies.

- No, well... - I...

Well, I would like to see my sister.

Go. Go. Go.

Janet, I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault.

I should have risk assessed the farm.

It wouldn't have made any difference.

Look, I'm sorry I haven't seen you since. It's...

- It's been a mad day. - Yeah.

God, you've had a shit time of it.

I've got to nip out. Do you want anything?

No. Ta.

You did nothing wrong.

Everything will be all right, Janet.

I promise you.

-Yes. Oh, no. Just on the side, thanks. -[Music playing]

And they can come when they're ready.

Is this bad of me? I'm famished. I'm sorry.

Are you sure? Oh, that's why you're... And i'm...

[Chuckling] Thanks, love.

I feel absolutely dreadful.

Do you?

I just couldn't find it in me to forgive her

for the way she treated us when we were kids.

I don't think I ever can.

But I will live with that.

I will.

But you were nicer to her.

You gave her another chance.

Not much of a one.

She was a tiny little thing when they laid her out.

Size 3 feet.

Did they ring you?

No, they came around.

"Are you Alison newley?" "Yes."

"Do you know Sharon Bailey?" "Yes."

"She's me mother."

"Well, erm, I'm sorry to inform you, but she's dead."

I didn't know the police did it when it was natural causes.

- Sudden death. - "Sudden death," that's what he said.

Then they gave me a lift to the mortuary...

- To identify her. - Yeah.

Massive heart attack, they reckon. Quick.

So we need to get ourselves checked out.

Cholesterol. Blood pressure. The lot.

We might be sitting on a time bomb!

Oh. Thanks, love.

Dig in. [Exhales]

Mind you.

It's lifestyle, isn't it?

We're not exactly washing our cornflakes

down with diamond white, are we?

- She never had breakfast. - No.

Coffee and a fag.

That's what I have.

- Well, you should have porridge. - I hate porridge.

So do I.

[Sighs]

In a shop, though.

In a corner shop. How sad is that?

Yeah, well, she'd have had help.

She wouldn't have been on her own.

She would've been with that twat Rufus.

She wasn't beaten to death by him which she easily could have been.

She died doing something she loved.

Buying fags.

[Both laughing]

[Coughing]

We're orphans.

Yeah, I know.

[Sniffles] When have you got to get back?

In a bit. Soon.

I nearly rang strangeways so they could let our dom know.

But that's not how you find out, is it?

Let's just visit him together.

Show him that he's still got us.

Hmm.

Do you think they'll give him day release for the funeral?

Oh, I doubt it.

How's your love life?

- Quiet. - Good.

A fella died at work today.

A member of the public. A suspect.

Janet was chasing him, and he drove into a wall.

My god.

Seize the bloody day, eh?

Mum asked me if she could come to stay with me

and I told her no.

She couldn't have stayed with you.

She wasn't a normal person.

She was sick in mind and body.

She'd have just had a massive heart attack

on your bathroom floor this morning

instead of in that shop, and you'd have come home

and you'd have thought you could have saved her.

Yeah, well, no one could.

Exactly, Rachel. No one could.

How did they know you were next of kin?

She had a donor card.

[Mutters]

[Both laughing]

I know.

Everything but the eyes.

[Rachel clearing throat]

Is Evie pritchard still talking to traffic?

Yeah. I don't know what they expect her to know about the crash.

She didn't see it.

- Has Janet gone home? - Just this second.

Rachel: Janet!

Hey, wait.

I'm sorry. This is weird to say this now,

but if I don't, it's just gonna get weirder.

- What? - My mum died.

- When? - Today.

- When today? - This morning.

Alison rang just before Chris rang to tell me about the...

- The crash. Jesus. - Yeah.

I know.

I'm so sorry, rach.

Oh, it's okay.

"Okay?"

I mean, I'm not weeping and wailing.

No. How did she...

Heart attack.

- Instant. - [Crying]

What are you crying for?

She's my mad mum, not yours.

I'm sorry. I...

I don't know where that came from.

It was kind of you not to tell me. You could've.

Thank you.

We've both had someone die on us today.

[Rachel chuckles]

How are you feeling, Sandy?

A bit hot.

Let's see if we can get a bit of air in here.

Apart from that, is there anything you need?

I'd like to go home.

Where's home?

Evie's.

Ian: Mrs pritchard's?

Sandy: Evie and Cal. Ian: That's home?

Do you like it there?

Yeah.

Do you have a room in Evie and Cal's house?

No.

Where do you live then?

Shed.

You live in the shed. Do you sleep in the shed?

Sleep in the shed, yeah.

Not on my own, though.

Who sleeps in there with you, Sandy?

Furqan and Zane and me.

Mike?

No.

I wanna go home now.

Ian: We'll get you somewhere comfortable.

- Didn't like Mike being mentioned. - No.

Ian: Where'd you eat your meals at Evie's?

We get hot meals Friday.

And on the other days?

Well, well, well...

All sorts. Tins.

Not cooked?

Cooked meal Friday.

I see.

And where did you eat your meals?

- Shed. - Ooh.

What's it like in the winter? That shed?

It's cold. Yeah.

- It does get cold. - I bet it does.

Do you work at Evie's?

- Work at Evie's? Yeah. - What sort of work?

Do you know where Mike went?

Mike greenholme?

Do you know where he went? We was worried.

Do you know where des is?

Who's des?

Yeah. Who the hell's des?

Sandy: He disappeared with Mike.

Are we looking for another body?

No respect!

- You think that you can... - Calm down, mrs pritchard.

- We've got a problem. - What?

Has everyone out there seen it?

Like I said, a few people.

I want the ground to swallow me up.

[Grunting]

Have you got anything on me?

Cause I'm sick of looking at your fucking face.