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-Wait for it. Wait for it, Sezza!

Here we go! This is me!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo! Come on!

I love that! Look at those!

Whoo!

Nan, Kate.

-A burka?

Oh, bloody hell, Anthony.

-IQ know. Brilliant or what?

Whoo!

Whoo!

Oh, sod this, I am getting up.

Come here. Here, grab a picture. Grab a picture.

Whoo!

-Yeah! Yeah!

-Whoo-hoo!

-Oh, go on, Anthony!

-Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Whooooo!

-No way that were a burka, Anthony.

-It bloody were! A women's-lib burka.

I wrote an essay about it,

Said it's diabolical,

women being forced to wear burkas,

so I'm revolutionising them.

Me tutor failed it, said it were too extreme.

I said, "I'm not racist.

Me stepdad's Muslim, for a start."

-Imagine I try put your mother in burka.

-And I thought it were a lovely dress, Anthony,

whatever it were.

-Ah, thanks, Nan.

Right, come on. I'm taking you lot to Soho!

-Well, not tonight you won't, sweetheart.

We have got a bus to get home.

-Oh, yes. -Come on.

-Let's go.

-We made it. Come on.

Well done, love. I were so proud.

-Shove over, Calvin Klein.

Anthony Walgate's coming!

-When'll we see you again?

-Anytime. You know where I am.

-Hey, nowt to stop you coming up

and seeing us every now and again, you know.

-Yeah, there is. It's called Hull.

Anyway, Mum's moving down here.

-Yeah, well, Sami'll not move to Hull, will he?

Here, Anthony, son, take that. Take care, love.

-Aw, thanks, Sez. Thanks.

And have a belting holiday. -You bet.

You be up in good time on Sunday.

-Oh, please.

-Bye, Sezz.

-Bye, babe. -Bye!

Love you. -Love you, too!

Oh, shit a brick!

-Anthony. -I've bolloxed me hair up.

-Do you know what time it is?

-Just come over and sort it out, can you?

I'm not sure I like this shade.

-That's your natural colour.

-Why can't I have your colour, China?

-'Cause you'd look like a twat.

-Oh. Hello, hello.

Looks like I might have a gig.

-Bloody hell, Anth.

-I'm only doing it now and then, aren't I?

When funds are low.

-There are other ways of making money

-What? Like you two, handing out leaflets on

Oxford Street for fiver an hour?

-This is money for old rope.

-It's risky not knowing who you're

hooking up with until you get there.

-Yeah, you were bricking it that first time.

-Yeah, piece of piss in the end, though.

-But suppose you met someone, got into a relationship.

-What? Like when I'm 60?

-No, seriously. You'd have to quit then.

-Oh, my God.

This one's offering me 800 quid!

-You are kidding! -Who is it?

-Says his name's Joe Dean.

-Jesus Christ! He's no oil painting, is he?

-Yeah, for 800 quid, who cares?

-And 28, my arse! 40 more like!

-Yeah, so?

I told him I'm 18 'cause he's into twinks.

-At Barking?

How could someone from Barking afford 800 quid?

-Yeah, no offence, if he's got that kind of money,

he'd go for high class.

-Oy! I'm high class!

I will ask him, though.

You got...that...

kinda money...

how come...you live...

in a shithole?

-Seriously, Anth, I'd give him a miss.

-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. He's answering.

"Don't live Barking.

House-sitting for mate who gone South Africa."

-It just sounds dodgy to me.

-Anyway, you decide to do it, do the usual.

Let us know when, where before, and that you're okay after.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Come on. Have you got the keys?

-Come on, get your arses in gear.

-Alright, shut up, Paul.

Have you got your passport? -You had?

-No, I didn't. I-I had mine.

If you've left it in Essex, I will bloody kill you.

-Oh, you idiot! Come on.

-Mum...hold on.

It's for tomorrow.

-Oh. Where's me flowers?

Thought you got me garage flowers for me birthday.

-I would have done if you'd have stopped in Hull.

-Prick!

-Ambulance. What's the address of the emergency?

-Cooke Street.

There's a young boy, looks like he's collapsed outside.

-Outside of which number?

-160 to 168.

-Okay. What area?

-Barking.

Looks like he's had a seizure or something or --

or just drunk.

I was just driving past.

-Okay, what number are you calling from?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello. We got cut off there.

Can you confirm the location, please?

You said 160 Cooke Street before?

-Yeah. Sorry. Yeah, 160.

-Yeah, you said you were driving past

and you saw the patient lying there?

-Yeah, I was just -- I was just driving out of my car park.

-Oh, your car park's there?

-Yeah, and I got out of my car, had a look at him,

called you, and got back in my car.

-Okay, well, thanks for letting us know.

We'll get someone there as soon as we can.

-Come on, come on.

-I'll never get it, Sami.

-Try. -I'm trying.

Come on. You can do better!

-Oh, bollocks! I cannot.

This is beautiful.

-Only the best for my wife.

Mwah! I'm gonna show you more dance now.

-Sami! What you doing?

-No, but this dance makes this go off.

-Oh, I like this dance.

-Pupils are dilated. -Whereabouts?

-Just on the side, on the right, around the corner.

-Thanks.

-Stephen Port?

-Yes.

-Met Police, Barking and Dagenham.

A 999 call was made by a mobile

registered to you at this address.

Was it you?

-Yeah.

-May I come in?

I was coming back from my night shift

and, uh just saw him lying there.

-And where do you work, sir?

-Bus depot, West Ham. I'm a cook.

Thought he must have had too much to drink, you know,

a seizure or something.

-And did you recognise the man at all?

-No. Never seen him before.

-And did he appear to be dead or alive?

-Alive, I thought.

-Alive? -Yeah.

He was making noises.

So I sort of jogged him,

see if I could make him come 'round.

Uh, he didn't, so I-I moved him a bit.

-You moved him?

-Yeah. I just sort of propped him up against the wall.

-And why did you do that?

-Just thought it would be a better position

for coming 'round and that.

-I see.

And after that?

-Uh...called 999 and, uh, I came inside.

I was knackered, so I went straight asleep.

And, uh, next thing I know, you're knocking.

-Anthony! You there?

-Any luck?

-No. I've been knocking and knocking.

Tried calling him.

If his phone was inside, I'd hear that stupid ringtone,

wouldn't I?

-Yeah, unless his battery's died.

-He'd have charged it, Kiera. It's been two days.

I think we should report it.

-Yeah, okay.

-What's the name, please?

-Anthony Walgate -- W-A-L-G-A-T-E.

-And do you have his home address?

-He lives in a flat above here, number 61.

-That's handy.

If you need a copper.

-What is it?

-A person by that name's been found.

-Found?

-Found dead.

-Hi. Um, is Sarah Sak in?

-No. I'm Sarah's sister.

-Right, sorry, but this is the address I was given for her.

-Yeah, she did live here for a while.

She's on holiday in Turkey. Can I help?

-Well, it's about her son.

-Sarah. Yeah, it's me again.

Can you call me back when you get this?

Oh, God, it's Tom.

Hiya, Tom.

We were about to come 'round -- -Yeah, it's alright. I know.

At least I think I do.

-What do you mean?

-Copper come 'round.

She says, "We've had a message through to say

your brother Anthony's dead."

-Brother?

-I said, "I haven't got a brother called Anthony.

I've got a son by that name."

She says, "Well, it'll be him then."

-Jesus.

-Where's Sarah?

-She's away with Sami.

I can't get hold of her.

What else did the police tell you?

-Just that a-a-a member of the public had found him dead.

-Yeah, that's what she told us.

-Yeah, alright. -Let's see what happens.

-I'm Detective Sergeant O'Donnell.

This is DC Slaymaker of Barking and Dagenham CID.

I believe you, uh, knew the deceased?

-He was my mate, yeah.

-Right. Come on.

-Where d'you get a key?

-Uh, landlord.

Do you want to set up there? -Yep.

-I, uh, understand Antony went to Barking to meet someone.

-It's Anthony. And, yeah, he did.

This guy called Joe Dean he'd contacted through the Internet.

-What? Through a website?

-Yeah. -Dating website?

-Sort of.

-So, you say it was a guy?

Antony was gay then?

Anthony. And, yeah, he was.

-So this was a, um -- a gay dating website?

-Sort of a gay escort site.

-So he was a male escort.

-No. Student, like me.

It was just something he did now and then.

-I see.

-But there was nothing sleazy about Anth.

He was lovely. -Mm-hmm.

-So, what do you think happened to him?

Do you think he was mugged or robbed or...

-He had no money on him when he was found.

Or phone.

-Well, I can give you his phone number.

You could get his records, et cetera,

get info on this Joe Dean.

Anthony showed us a picture of him.

Bet you'd find it on there, too. His whole life was on that.

I mean, it's not for me to tell you your job or anything,

but do you think he could have been drugged?

-Well, did he do drugs?

-Uh, not really.

May-- Maybe the odd line of coke.

But, no, those -- those are just poppers.

Loads of people take those before a night out.

-Here.

-Presume his Mum and Dad've been told?

-Uh, yeah, that's in hand.

-Could you ask his Dad to call me?

-Why?

-Anthony never told him he was gay.

Better he hears it from me than you.

-Geez, this heat.

Oh, I love it here, but I couldn't live here.

-I bloody could. And I did.

Then I'm in love with mad English lady,

she takes me to her country, where it rain dogs every day.

-Cats and dogs, sweetheart. Mwah!

Shower, cocktail, dinner?

-You go bathroom first or we be here all night.

-Hey! -I smoke outside.

-Bloody hell.

-Hello? -Paul.

-Mum. -What's going on?

I've had all these messages.

-It -- It's Anthony.

The police have been 'round.

He's dead.

-What -- What do you mean dead?

-They found him...

They found him dead.

I can't talk about it, mum.

I-I'll tell Kate to ring.

-Oh, Jesus.

-Love you, too.

-Sarah?

-Mum. -Oh, love. Come here.

-I still can't take it in, mum.

-Me neither.

-I've got that number they gave me.

It -- it's for Barking Police.

-Um...I'll go give em a call.

-Barking and Dagenham Police.

-Hello? -Yes, hello?

-Um, can I speak to Detective Sergeant O'Donnell, please?

-And your name is?

-Uh, Sarah Sak.

-What's this concerning?

-It's about my son...

-I see. And, uh --

-He's dead. -I'm sorry?

-He -- he was -- he was found dead.

-Are you reporting?

-No. No, no I'm not reporting it.

You're already dealing with it.

-Detective Sergeant O'Donnell.

-Hi. Uh, I'm -- I'm calling about Anthony Walgate.

-Right. Uh, and you are?

-Sarah Sak.

I'm his mother.

I was -- I was told to ring you for further information.

-Sarah Sacks.

-No, no, no. Sak -- S-A-K.

-Okay. Um, we've assigned a dedicated

Family Liaison Officer to the case.

If you can give me your number.

-Trying to imagine you're on a beach in Malibu?

-Alright, neighbour? -Yeah. You?

Not seen you about much lately.

-Yeah, been busy.

Work and shit. -Yeah.

Oh, nice set of wheels over there.

Wouldn't be yours by any chance.

-Got an even nicer set inside.

What do you reckon? -Another for the collection, eh?

Impressed.

-4 quid on eBay.

Bidding on another dumper truck at the moment.

Still winning.

-You're spending too much time on there, Stephen.

Why don't we go out one night?

-What? Soho or somewhere?

-I was thinking here, Barking.

-Who goes out in Barking?

-I don't know. Some people must.

-Not gay men. -There's got to be some.

-Never seen any twinks.

-Anyway, who cares? Let's give it a go.

You, me, night in the Barking Dog?

-Easier meeting guys online, isn't it?

Yes! One vintage dumper truck.

Mine for 6.50.

-Oh.

-Hello? -Am I speaking to Sarah Sak?

-Yeah.

-DC Slaymaker, Barking and Dagenham CID.

I'm the FLO that's dealing with Antony Walgate's death.

-It's Anthony.

-Right. You're his mother?

-Yeah.

Yeah, um, so -- so what happened to him?

-He was found dead by a member of the public last Thursday.

-And you're quite sure it was Anthony?

-He had his passport on him. We're satisfied of the likeness.

-So, how did he die?

-Well, the -- the initial postmortem was inconclusive,

so we're waiting on toxicology tests.

-Toxicology test?

Do you think -- do you think he's been poisoned or sommat?

-No, no, I'm not saying that,

but it should help determine the cause of his death.

-Why -- Why was he in Barking?

-That's a matter of ongoing investigation.

-And when you -- when you say he was --

he was found dead, I mean, what do you mean?

Was he just lying there?

-So I believe, yes.

-Was he injured?

-There were no obvious signs of injury.

-So what? You just think he just dropped down dead?

A fit, healthy 23-year-old lad?

-Look, Mrs. Sak, I understand you're very upset,

but it's important you trust us

with the necessary investigations.

-So, where is he now?

-The mortuary.

-And when can I have his body back?

-That's a decision for the coroner.

I'll be in touch when I have any more information.

Alright?

-Thank you.

-Hello? -Hi. Is that China?

-Speaking.

-Hi. It's Tom Walgate, Anthony's dad.

-Oh, hi.

I'm so sorry about Anthony.

-Thanks.

The police gave me your phone number.

-Yeah. I'm glad you called.

Um, we gave the police some information

about Anthony, and I wanted you to know what it was.

-When did he tell you?

-When he was 14.

I was driving him to a hospital appointment,

and he just come out with it.

I said, "I know."

He said, "How?"

I said, "Mums just sense these things."

-So everyone else knew except me, then?

-It was for Anth to tell you.

-Why didn't he?

-Anyway...what about this Joe Dean?

-China's sure it was a false name.

But Anthony showed her a picture of him on his phone.

She's told the police all this,

but she's worried they are not going to follow it up properly.

She thought with us being parents,

we can insist that they do.

-Of course.

But you think the police would have told us?

I mean, Jesus, I mean, it's like we're bloody irrelevant.

-Bye.

-Gabriel?

-Hey.

-Good to meet you. Take a seat.

-That's what I call a rucksack.

-Everything I own.

-So, how -- -How --

-How long have you been here?

-Mm, few weeks.

-Why London?

-Best city in the world.

-To be gay, you mean? -So they say.

-Well, having travelled a fair bit,

I would say that's true.

-I have a job at a Deli in Richmond.

Guy owns it doesn't like me.

Don't even give me packet of potato chips.

Don't pay me yet either. -Why not?

-'Cause no bank account.

-So, um, where've you been staying?

-Hostel.

Isle of Dogs.

-Well, like I said when, uh -- when we messaged,

I have a spare room.

And I know it was a dating website,

but I think we both already realise,

we're not exactly going to be leaping into bed.

-You don't mind?

-I'm old enough to be your dad.

I'd planned to take in a refugee anyway.

So if you want it...

-I pay you rent.

-Okay. Say...£50 a week?

-That's cheap. -Well. my flat's a bit of a tip.

I'm doing it up.

Let's just give it a couple of weeks, see how it goes.

-Y'alright? -Hi, Jean.

-This is DC Slaymaker's voicemail.

Sorry, I can't take your call.

Please leave a message after the tone,

and I'll get back to you.

-Hello. This is Sarah Sak.

Look, I wanna know what's going on with the investigation

and when I can get my son's body back.

I mean, do I need to come down there and get it or what?

-Hello? -China.

Hi, love. It's Anthony's mum.

-Oh, hiya.

-Look, you heard anything from the police?

-Uh, no, have you? -Nothing.

They've given us this Family Liaison Officer,

but I can never get hold of him.

All I know is what you've told Anthony's Dad,

about him going to meet this Joe Dean

he'd met off the Internet.

-Right, yeah.

Well, surely they can track this guy down.

-Yeah, you'd think so.

-I was thinking, if they haven't got his phone,

maybe they could get him from the from the dating website.

Do you know what it's called?

-Um...Sleepyboys, I think.

-And, um -- And did Anthony use his own name?

-Uh, no. He called himself Ryan.

-Okay, love.

Thanks. Bye.

To find out he was doing that with a total stranger for money.

-Yeah, but he had money, though, didn't he?

With his student loan.

His dad used to give him 100 every month.

-Yeah, and I was always subbing him.

So was Sami.

And you know what he was like about his personal hygiene.

He wouldn't even get in a bath without bleach in it,

because other people's arses had been in there.

-Hello. -Sarah Sak?

-I've been trying to get hold of you all week.

Is there any news? -Not really.

Enquiries are ongoing.

-What about this Joe Dean? Have you tracked him down yet?

-I can't discuss operational matters.

-Look, I don't know if you're trying to protect me,

but I know -- I know why Anthony was meeting that guy.

And do you know what? I don't give a shit.

-I don't want to get into a discussion

of Antony's lifestyle --

-It's Anthony!

And what about those toxicology results?

-We haven't got them.

Uh, the -- the coroner won't release his body until we have.

Although, I should probably point out that we found drugs

in his flat.

-What drugs? Do you mean poppers?

Poppers because they all do them -- straight, gay.

-I'm not making any judgements about your son being gay.

-Well, what about this Joe Dean?

I mean, he's taken his profile off the website.

Why would he do that?

Something just seems so bloody suspicious.

-Look if -- if my governors thought

there was anything suspicious, I'd have been told.

It's being investigated as an unexplained death.

That's all.

-Well, pull your finger out and fucking explain it then.

-You alright?

-Yeah, yeah. Okay.

Still no wages, though.

So I take revenge.

-Did you nick all that?

-One night, I make us Slovakian meal.

-It's just nice to meet people that take sea-gull safety

as seriously as I do.

-Do you like this? -Sure.

You don't?

-Maybe after a few more of these.

-I have DVD we can watch later.

-Yeah? What's that?

-"Revolutionary Road."

Kate Winslet.

You know it? -No, I haven't seen it.

-My favourite movie.

-Why?

-It's about a couple trapped in old-fashion society,

killing them.

-Is that how it felt for you back home?

-In Slovakia, they vote against civil partnership for gays.

-And how were your family with you being gay?

-My dad is dead.

-Sorry.

-Mother, brother, sister -- I mean, they love me,

but, you know, I don't want to embarrass them.

-Mm-hmm.

-So I think best I go somewhere else.

Here, a guy show love for a guy,

whether there is sex or no, no one minds.

-You're a good man.

-"He hated you, mate, and couldn't tell you he was gay.

Just took the money.

The 100 every month just gave him drug money."

-Anth didn't do drugs.

-I know. I texted back and said that.

And then I gets this.

"He told me he never felt loved

by you or the slag that was his mum.

Just married a Turk, didn't give a fuck 'bout him.

He was screwed up by you."

I told that liaison officer, Slaymaker.

He's asked me to forward them to him.

-Yeah, well, it's not true, is it, any of it!

Me and Anth couldn't have been any closer.

And to say that we screwed him up...

-I know.

I can't get it out of me head.

Did he ever mention a Dan to you?

-No. -No, me neither.

Don't ring any bells with China and Kiera, either.

So who is it?

-Look, I've no fucking idea, Tom,

and I can't handle this right now.

-I mean, is it some random nutter or -- or

does he know how Anth died?

Or maybe it's this Joe Dean. -I don't know Tom, alright?!

I don't fucking know! Just leave me be, will you?

-You're not the only one that's hurting over this, Sarah.

-Scarf? -What?

-Well, we said that you'd get mum a scarf.

-Sarah.

Sarah.

-Oh, God, I wish Tom had never

told me about them text messages.

-No, don't beat yourself up. -But they're lies.

They're just all vicious, horrible lies.

-We both know that.

-I mean, how could somebody put that in my head?

Telling me I don't know my own son anymore.

-It's rubbish! -I thought I knew him!

Well, maybe I didn't!

-Don't even think that. -I just can't help it.

And I still can't get that...

I can't get me head around him doing all that --

all that for money.

It's the thought of him doing that, selling himself.

-Come on, now. Don't get yourself worked up.

-And who is this Joe Dean? I mean, who is he?

Why haven't they found him and asked him what he knows?

-Alright, love.

Why don't we go and get a coffee.

-I don't want a fucking coffee, Kate!

I just want to know where me son is!

I just want to know!

I just want to know what's happened to me son!

That's all I want.

I want my lad back!

-We just wanted to clarify a few matters with you.

Does the name Joe Dean mean anything to you, Stephen?

-Not sure.

-We've reason to believe it's a name

that you used on a gay-escort site.

Is that the case?

-Yeah, possibly, now I think about it.

-And we have reason to believe that you met a man on that site

on the evening of Tuesday, the 17th of June,

for the purpose of having sex.

Is that correct?

-Yeah, possibly.

-Who was that person, Stephen?

-Uh...

trying to remember.

-Was it the same young man you say you found outside

in the early hours of Thursday, the 19th of June?

-No. It wasn't him.

-Now, the name of the young man

that was found outside your flat was Antony Walgate.

What was the young man you met on the Tuesday night called?

-Uh...

I think his name was Anthony.

-You see, you're asking us to believe a big coincidence,

here, Stephen,

that the man you had sex with

and the dead man outside your flat have the same name.

Now, I put it to you that they are the same person.

-I already said they weren't.

-And I'm asking you again,

because I'm not convinced you're telling the truth.

Did something happen that you're not telling us about, Stephen?

-No.

But, um...

-But what?

-Can I just ask, for the scenario,

if it was an accident,

if he had a fit in my place

and somehow ended up there,

would it be my fault?

-Why do you ask that

if it was something that didn't happen?

-Stephen?

-I panicked. I thought I'd get the blame.

-For what?

-We met up, like I said.

We'd agreed that I would pay him 800 quid,

but I didn't have that much money on me,

so we settled on 200.

Went back to my place.

He asked me if I minded him taking a drug

'cause he wanted to get high and horny.

I said, "Fine."

Got some stuff out of a brown bottle,

mixed it with water, swallowed it.

Got quite hyper.

We had sex for a bit, and, uh, he took some more.

We had sex again.

Uh, then he was sick, like he wasn't used to the drug.

And he said he felt tired, so, uh,

I suggested he go to bed,

and, um, I got -- I got in with him.

And, um, when I got up in the morning to go to work,

he was still asleep.

I thought he'd be gone by the time

I got back that night, but he was -- he was still there.

And, uh, I tried to wake him up.

Couldn't.

But I didn't think too much about it,

you know, because,

you know, I know that drugs can take a --

take a while to wear off.

-So, what did you do then?

-Bits and pieces.

Um, then I went to bed.

But in the middle of the night, I touched him,

and, uh, seemed like he was in a deep coma.

Well, that was when I panicked,

'cause I thought if people found him like that in my bed,

they'd think that I'd murdered him or something.

So I moved him outside.

-Was he dead when you moved him?

-No.

Didn't think so, no.

-Why didn't you tell us this at the time, Stephen?

You realise that it's a serious offence,

giving a misleading statement to the police?

He's been charged with

perverting the course of justice and bailed.

Could be six months before it gets to trial.

-Upstairs'll be glad it's done and dusted.

-Someone will need to put the mother in the picture.

-Bloke is a time-waster.

He's probably sat out now with his feet up.

-Only spag Bol, I'm afraid.

-Spag Bol is great.

John? -Mm?

-I find another place.

Another place to stay.

-Why?

-You said two weeks. It's nearly six.

And you go for holiday next week.

-Is it because you want to meet guys

and you feel like you can't bring them back here?

Okay.

Fair enough.

So, um...Sorry.

When -- When you say you've found somewhere else...

-Mm-hmm. A couch-surfing website.

Guy in Barking.

-And he's got a spare room or...

-No. Just a sofa.

-How much rent does he want?

-Uh, £100.

-That's double what you're paying me.

-Oh, it's okay.

Now I'm getting paid wages,

thanks to you sorting out bank account for me.

-Just so long as you don't feel

like I'm pressurising you to move on?

-It's cool. Honestly.

We stay friends, yeah?

-Yeah.

-I know it must seem strange, us coming to speak

to an MP about all this, but she's absolutely desperate.

-And this family liaison officer hasn't been up to see you?

-I don't even know what he looks like.

-And where is Anthony now?

-In a mortuary, down there.

-Why haven't you been able to bring him home?

-They say they're still doing toxicology tests.

Could be months before we get him home and have a funeral.

It all just feels so wrong --

me not knowing what's happened to Anthony,

the police not telling me what's going on.

-Well, Sarah, I think your concerns

are completely understandable.

I will speak to the Chief Constable here in Hull

and I will ask him to chase this up as a matter of urgency.

Thank you.

-Alright, neighbour. Just me and my couch surfer.

-Ah, you're Gabriel.

Stephen was telling me about you.

-Hi. -Hi.

You want to see the girls, I believe?

-Yes, please. -Ah, come in.

-Wow!

-You like chickens?

-Yeah, usually with side order of fries.

-No, these two will never be eaten.

Will you my darlings?

Um, that one's Izzy, and that's Ginger.

-And they make eggs?

-Mm-hmm. And mountains of shit.

Coffee?

So, art's your thing?

-Yeah. I like sketching.

Maybe I'll find an art course to take.

Or look for work as a translator.

-Still finding your feet at the moment then?

-Yeah.

-Well, Barking's definitely not the centre

of gay civilisation, is it, Stephen?

-Can say that again.

-Hey, how's it going with Stephen?

-He's...a strange guy.

-Yeah, Stephen is a bit quirky, but he's harmless enough.

-That's what I thought at first.

But...

he's really strange.

-Has he...

tried to come on to you?

Because if he has and you're not interested,

you just make that very clear.

-I know that.

Not easy.

Here, with you, he's okay.

When I'm on my own and with him...

he's different.

I don't like him.

-Look, if you're not happy in his place,

you are very welcome to stay here.

What's your mobile?

-Right. You've got mine.

The offer's open, okay?

-New range of Transformers in Toys"R"Us.

Die-cast metal.

Stunning.

-Hello, ladies. There we are.

-Good lad.

Off you go, Ness. Go on.

-You weren't in a relationship with him, as such?

-No.

No, we're -- we're just good friends.

I mean, I helped him out with a few things.

I set up a bank account, using this address.

-Yeah, that's how we traced him back here.

-C-Can you tell me the circumstances?

-Well, this is being dealt with by Barking and Dagenham,

so we only know what we've been told us,

which is just that his body was found in

a graveyard in Barking.

-A graveyard?

-It's being treated as an unexplained death.

-Alright, neighbour?

-Oh. Yeah. Okay.

-Been meaning to get in touch, actually.

Had a bit of bad news.

-What?

-About Gabriel.

-What?

-He's dead.

-No. -I know.

I couldn't believe it.

-But, no, you -- you said he'd gone off

to be with some guy.

-Must have been bollocks.

Went back to Slovakia 'cause he was sick, apparently.

Got back there and went into some kind

of medical crisis and just died.

-God, you're kidding!

-I knew there was something he wasn't telling me.

Must have had a virus or something.

-Jesus! Poor kid.

So, how did you find out?

-Some guy who knew him got in touch.

He said, "Don't go posting about it on Facebook or whatever."

-Why?

-Gabriel's family will be devastated.

Last thing they need is people

going on about it on social media.

-Oh, no. No, I won't. Obviously.

-This is DC Slaymaker's voicemail.

-Voicemail again. -...I can't take...

-Well, say something.

-What is there to say?

-Anything. Anything at all.

You don't talk. You don't even mention Anthony.

-What do you want be to do?

Bawl my eyes out or swallow fistfuls

of these things, like you?

Nothing's gonna bring him back, is it?

-But we could still talk about him.

It's not normal trying to act like it hasn't happened.

-What's normal about any of this, for fuck's sake?! Nothing!

-You don't have to tell me that, Paul!

-And it wouldn't have happened if it hadn't have been for you!

-What do you mean?

-If he'd have stayed here in Hull,

he'd still be alive, wouldn't he?

-No. He -- Anthony couldn't be himself in Hull.

He was forever saying that, wasn't he?

-You should have stopped him!

-I couldn't. That's all he ever wanted.

He wanted to go to London!

-Yeah, and look what's happened!

-DC Slaymaker. -It's Sarah Sak.

-I was about to ring you. Why have you done this?

-Done what? -Complained to your MP.

-Because I didn't know what else to do.

You don't answer my calls. -That's not true.

-You can't tell me anything. -I tell --

-I don't know what investigations are going on.

-I tell you as much as I'm able to.

-When I'm going to get Anthony home

or his clothes or his belongings.

I mean, I'm sat in here, in middle of fucking Hull,

in a big, fat silence, not knowing anything except

that I think my son's been murdered.

-What?! You can't start saying that.

-I can and I will.

-If there was any evidence of that, I'd have been told.

-Well, I mean, there's been that other lad found,

hasn't there, in Barking, in the graveyard.

-There is nothing whatsoever to connect what happened

to your son to any other death, Mrs. Sak.

If there was, my governors would have told us.

But to go to your MP and tell him you want another

Family Liaison Officer --

-Yeah, well, you're neither use nor ornament, are ya?

I mean, have you even done this job before?

-As it happens, no, but I've done the training.

You've put me in a very difficult position.

-Yeah, well, what about my fucking position, eh?

-I appreciate you're distressed --

-No, you don't.

You don't have the first bloody clue about my distress!

-I suggest we end this call and speak when --

-No, no! I want answers!

-I'm going to end the call, Mrs. Sak.

-No, don't you fucking dare!

-I'll speak to you when you're calmer.