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Big day for you, Jack.

Yeah, how so?

Doesn't your new
partner start today?

Oh, Christ, don't remind me.

Why, what's the problem?

You know me, I like
working on my own.

Out with the old, in
with the new, I say, mate.

- Keeps you on your toes.
- Yeah, which is

another reason why
I hate new partners.

I don't want some fast-tracked
know-it-all telling me

how I should be doing my job.

Hmmm. I mean, get this, get this.

Right, he's 30 years old
and his name is George.

George?
Please.

My grandad was called George.
He was weird.

Bet you a tenner he's got a beard.

Go on, then.
Make it 20.

OK, OK, but goatees
count as beards, right?

Whatever.

So, what do you reckon?

- What is it?
- It's a Makihito GT.

- Sweet, huh?
- Yeah?

Looks like a cross between
a dildo and a vacuum cleaner.

Cutting edge of automotive
design, that's what it is.

160 miles per hour top

and there's still space
for the weekly shop.

Yeah,

but is there room for a
hair dryer and curling tongs,

is what I ask myself.

I'm telling you, Jack, that's
not a hairdresser's car.

That's hardcore.

Yeah, well, you wouldn't catch
me dead in a car like this.

- Catch you later.
- See you later, Naz.

Hello?

Hi.

- Hi.
- So what do you think?

Boringly predictable.

- In what way?
- In every way.

I mean, take the
boot, for instance.

You know, it's such an
obvious sexual statement.

- Is it?
- Yeah, it's a cry for attention.

"Look at me, aren't I clever?"

Anyway, listen, I'm
actually here on duty,

I'm not here to buy a car.

But, hey,

why don't we...why don't we go

get a drink later on?

I'll promise not to
make you a suspect,

if you promise not to
try and sell me a car.

What do you say?

My name is Jack, by the way.

Georgina.

D.I. Georgina Dixon.

Your new partner.

VEXED
Season 2 - Episode 01

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Until the post-mortem, we're
working on the assumption

that he died from a blow
to the side of the head,

just below the cheekbone.

We need some background
on the victim -

name, address,
where he worked,

are there any possible witnesses?

His name's Carl
Mercer, 29 years old,

he's a salesman, he's
worked here for two years,

engaged to Debbie
Jackson, the receptionist.

Her father is head of
the service department.

Carl's boss in the sales
department is Jeffrey Daniels.

Jeffrey Daniels is
waiting to speak to us now.

People think selling is
just about the five Ps

but, oh, there's more
to it than that.

The five Ps?
No?

Prospect, presentation,

pre-closing, placate and pen.

Pen?

"Sign here,
please, sir."

No, no, no. A good salesman gets
under the skin of his prospect.

He understands him,
thinks like him, breathes like him,

until they are as one.
Now Carl knew how to do that.

That's nubuck.

Soft as a baby's backside,
now available in white.

Very premiership.

- Did Carl ever have...
- Was there much...

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

Was there much rivalry
between the sales team?

Rivalry? Are you kidding?
Winning is everything.

It is the oxygen of a sales team.

Carl and Emma were
like lions in a cage.

Every time one rang the bell,
you could see the other one

pick up the phone and
chase another lead.

- The bell?
- We like to...

we like to ring a bell
when we make a sale. It's...

It just marks the moment.

- How far did...
- Did Carl ever have...

- How far did...
- Did Carl ever have...

clashes with any other colleagues?

How far did the rivalry go?

Now if you're suggesting

that Emma

killed him because he beat her
in the monthly revenue targets,

no, no, no, no, forget it, no.

It was you that found
Carl's body, is that right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, when...

when Carl didn't show up for
an appointment this morning,

I took his prospect
out for a test drive.

Had to stick some
petrol in the car first.

I mean, it was completely dry.

- Why would that be?
- We always run them quite low,

in case they get nicked.
Anyway,

the prospect, aah, he loved it.

I had him on the hook for over
ten grand's worth of extras.

Carbon brakes, full leather,
sat nav, adjustable suspension -

the works.

Then we get back
from the test drive,

he takes one last
walk round the car,

asks me to pop the boot.

Game over.

There's Carl, stiff as a
board, staring up at him.

After that there was...
there was no way back.

I tried everything to
get the pen in his hand,

but he wasn't having it.

He just...walked away.

Right, well, thank you very much,
Mr. Daniels.

Thank you.

Right, we need to find out who

was the last person
to leave this place.

- It was Carl.
- OK.

Well, we need to check
for possible witnesses

and find out whether this
place uses a security firm.

They do. I'm waiting
for them to call me back.

CCTV, what's the coverage,
did they pick anything up?

The car was parked outside when

Mr. Daniels arrived this
morning, but out of view

of both cameras.

So the murderer
worked here.

Possibly. Or it could
just be a coincidence.

-No such thing.
- What?

Coincidence.
A series of unlikely events

that, although accidental,
seem to have been planned.

Why? Because in a
murder investigation,

- they always have been.
- Nonsense.

You can't dismiss an unlikely,

but possible, set of
circumstances on the basis

they've occurred during
a murder investigation.

- Yes, I can.
- Obviously, you can,

but you'd be discounting a
potentially valid line of enquiry

because of your discrimination
against the notion of chance.

You sound like you've
done a course on this.

As a matter of fact, I have.

Right, let's get back
to base for a latte.

Come on, come on.

Oh, great!

Do you need a lift?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

- Thanks.
- OK.

- I'll see you back at base?
- Yeah,

yeah, see you back at base. Yeah.

Thank you. Come on, come on.

One, two three.

So... what's he like?

You know, I'm really
disappointed in you, Naz.

I think it's...really
unsportsmanlike

to take a bet when you
already know the outcome.

Stop bitching and cough up.

Sweet.

Five ingredients,

if you can name them all,

lunch is on the house.

You will lose. You have been warned.

Dive in.

Apple juice, apple pulp,
definitely Granny Smith,

Demerara sugar,
twist of lime and

I'd say in a bid to
put me off, cinnamon.

Wait a minute.
You saw. You saw me.

Actually, you know, that's...
that's quite freaky.

Listen,

have you got any tips of
how I can deal with Jack?

You gotta feed him, yeah?

Cos if you don't, he can
be a right grumpy old sod.

Like when he's tired.

He's not very good in the mornings.

OK,

that's actually all
really useful.

- Bloody car!
- Morning, Jack.

Hey, glad to see
you found the base.

I waited for you at the station,

until they told me
they'd hardly seen

you in two years and
where to find you.

Well, too many cops
- can't think.

Makes perfect sense.

Well, as you know,
as a uniformed officer,

60% leg work, right, 40% paperwork.

But in a murder investigation,

it's 50% instinct,
22% thinking,

25% paperwork.

Which makes 97%.

And 3%...

Yeah?

Morning, Tony.

- The usual please, mate.
- Coming right up.

- Hi, Naz.
- Jack?

Meet my new partner, Georgina.

- Hi.
- We've met.

The Y-chromosome sampling course?

- You guys have met?
- Oh my god, Nazza, right?

Of course! Yeah, hi.

- How did the exam go?
- A. You?

- A.
- Nice one.

Speaking of forensics,
have we got a time of death?

Between seven and nine
last night.

How about a murder weapon?

No, but we've got three sets of
prints off the inside of the boot lid.

Don't tell me.
Weird Jeff,

the kid who polishes
the cars and the punter?

- Correct.
- How did you know that?

Lucky guess.

- Experience.
- I told him.

- Right. Have you eaten?
- No, I haven't.

- Here you go.
- Thank you, Tony.

Perfect. So, Debbie
Jackson, the fiancee,

lives five minutes
away with her dad, Dave.

Let's go.

Thanks for the smoothie.

You owe me lunch.

- See you.
- Bye.

Do you know, I specifically asked

for a male partner this
time and they give me her!

What have I done to deserve this?

What, indeed. What, indeed.

Naz seems pretty cool.

Yeah, he's OK for a geek.

- He's not a geek.
- He is.

He plays computer games over the internet
with his saddo friends, wearing headphones.

Well, that's just your
generation's opinions of gamers.

It's how he chooses to unwind.

Yeah, my generation says he needs
to get out more and get laid.

I'm sure Naz doesn't have
any problems in that area.

- Shall we go in my car?
- Why?

- Is this going to be OK?
- Yeah, it'll be fine. Hop in.

OK.

It's OK, it's OK!
It's just a misfire.

It's probably just
a dodgy spark plug.

This thing has never, ever
broken down. Never.

- Sure.
- Ever.

- It's built like a tank.
- Handles like it.

Yeah, this thing will
still be going long

after your tin can has been
turned into a fridge.

I don't know about that. That tin
can of mine has 155 brake horse power

and does 0-60 in 6.5 seconds,
which is actually quite fast.

- Does this thing actually do 60?
- Yes, in great comfort and style.

So you transferred in
from Reading, right?

Yup. My very first day here.

So what made you
want to become a cop?

It's in the blood.
My dad's a cop,

both my uncles, one of my
aunts, two of my cousins.

Bet you never
shop-lifted as a kid.

I did, actually.

Little rebellious phase
when I was about eight.

- What for? Sweets?
- No, hamsters.

Hamsters?

None of them survived.

Right.

- Hi.
- DIs Dixon and Armstrong,

we'd like to have a quick word.

Ginger nuts, digestives.

So, how long have
you been working...

Don't worry about Bruno.

- Hello, boy.
- He's a big old softie.

I'd put him in the kitchen, but
he doesn't like being on his own.

He doesn't like being
on his own, does he?

He doesn't like it, do you?

- He scratches the door.
-Yeah, he's a big scratcher.

So, how long have you
worked there, Mr. Jackson?

Oh, yes, I've been service
manager for about six years

and I've been there
the best part of 20.

Debs has been receptionist for
what is it, love? Couple of years?

Well, let's see,
it was after my birthday,

- cos I was in Crete for that, wasn't I?
- Yeah.

So it would have been March-ish.

- Or April.
- Roughly's fine.

No, hang on, it was May. May.

Excuse me. Sorry, I've been crying.

They got engaged...

They got engaged...

Sorry. They got engaged
a couple of months back.

We had the reception booked
and everything.

Did you call them about the refund?

- No, no. Not yet.
- Well, you should.

They should give a
refund, shouldn't they?

Yes, possibly. It depends.

It's possible that Carl

could have been killed by
somebody that he already knew.

Are you aware of anyone who may
have had a grudge against him?

No.

No, he was a good lad.

Everyone liked Carl,

- didn't they, love?
- Yeah.

Did Carl have any
ex-girlfriends, at all?

No, thank you.

- None, at all, ever?
- No.

Well,

not proper girlfriends.

I mean, not ones that he loved,

not properly, anyway.

Are you sure about that? Nobody
who could have been a bit jealous?

No, because he never, ever saw

or even spoke to any
of his exes, ever.

Right. What about you, Debbie?

Any exes who may have been

a bit upset that you
were marrying Carl?

Mr. Jackson, why don't
you and DI Armstrong

pop out and give us
a bit of girl time?

Good idea.

When Debbie got together with Carl,

she'd just finished
with a lad called Ryan.

One of my mechanics.

He worshipped her.

Started pestering
her 20 times a night,

calling her at work,

begging to see her.

- What did she do?
- Well, she caved in,

agreed to meet him for a drink.

Tried to tell him it was
over but he wasn't having it.

Did he get violent?

No. Not as such.

But he lost his rag.

He's got a bit of a
temper on him, has Ryan.

What did you do?

Well, I told him
he'd better watch out

or I'd teach him some manners
and he'd be out of a job.

Not much I could do, in reality.

Management said it was
a personal matter.

You any good with Mercs?

- Try her now.
- Yeah.

- Oh, yes!
- There you go.

It was a loose spark plug lead.

Yeah, I thought it was
something like that, but

you know, it's always good
to have a second opinion.

Great motors, these.
Run like clockwork.

I've known one do 300-400,000
miles without missing a beat.

Yeah? Nice one.

Well, thank you for talking to us,

especially at this difficult time.

We'll be in touch.

Cheers.

- Bye.
- Bye.

-What were you doing?
- I'm sorry?

Well, getting a potential suspect

- to fix your car.
- Don't they teach you anything

- on these courses that you do?
- Yeah.

What? When you're dealing
with a potential suspect,

if you give them something
routine and familiar to do,

they open up in a
way that they wouldn't

in a more formal
interview situation.

They'll tell you things.

Debbie opened up to me.

Seven pages of notes
from Debbie, so...

All right, OK. Did she
tell you about her mum?

- What about her mum?
- That her and Dave

- divorced five years ago.
- It's not relevant.

Well, OK, did she talk about Ryan?

- Of course.
Did she told about

the midnight phone calls
after she called it off?

- Obviously.
- Yeah? Did she tell you

about Ryan's violent temper?

She didn't tell you that,
did she?

Not in so many words, no.

Yeah. Running like a dream now.

What is it with you and dogs?

- Did one bite you?
- No, no,

I just had a bit of an
incident when I was a child.

One tried to...

It was a bit of a mess,
I was wearing shorts.

Shit! It's my new partner.

I'm going to have to take
this, boys, I'm really sorry.

Just, shush for a second .

- Hello?
- Hi, it's me.

Listen, I'm just
reading Reddingtons.

Yeah? Any good?

No, The Investigator's
Manual, Reddingtons.

Anyway, it's talking
about the dangers

of narrowing the scope of the
investigation at the outset

because the immediate
set of circumstances

dictate an obvious
set of parameters,

- which got me thinking.
- Yeah?

So, I'm not saying
we should discount

any of the avenues we're
currently exploring,

but maybe we should
think more laterally,

until we have something
a bit more concrete.

- Are you actually listening to me?
- Yeah.

OK. Yeah, definitely.
That sounds good.

What was that?

- What was what?
- That noise.

What noise? I didn't hear anything.

Good night, Jack.

Dick!

Next game, seven-card stud.

Why are we coming this way?

We're here to see the
saleswoman, aren't we?

Ryan Kinnock works here.

Let's turn the screw -

make him think that
the net's closing in.

I want to intimidate him.
Feel the eyes.

It's a
dog-eat-dog world.

If a bloke walks through that door,

it's my job to get
a pen in his hand

and his signature on the contract,

any way I can.

If I don't, there's
another half dozen

car dealers within gobbing
distance of this place

- who will.
- You make it sound like

you don't have any
female customers.

I don't.

Do you really think women
would buy a car off me?

Was Carl as aggressive
as you?

She means as a salesman...

woman. Sorry.

More. He was ruthless.

He nailed them. They
didn't stand a chance.

I've seen him sell a 4x4 to a bloke

who walked in here
wanting a sports car.

Never tell him to
his face, of course.

He was a cocky little shit.

He didn't need me boosting his ego.

Did he ever upset anyone

by selling them something
they didn't want?

No.

Look, at the end of the day, the
punters are free to walk away.

It's their own decision.

I don't think a customer
whacked him over the head

because he sold him a
car they didn't want,

if that's what you mean.

Why do you say "whacked
him over the head?"

Dunno. Figure of speech?

Did you ever have a physical
relationship with Carl?

What's that got to do with anything?

Just answer the question, please.

Yes. But that's all
it was, physical.

It only happened once.

- He wasn't my type.
- And what is your type?

I mean... I mean, were you his type?

Thank you, I think we've
got everything we need.

Please.

Just call me if you
need anything else.

Emma.

Nice name...
Thank you.

Thank you.

What?

- What's wrong?
- You know exactly.

OK, that may have seemed like
I was flirting, but actually,

out here in the real world,
that is called tactical questioning.

Rubbish!

- It is!
- You were lapping it up,

- you were encouraging her.
- I was not!

Please don't slam...

- What's your problem?
- I don't have a problem.

Please don't tell me
that this is normal.

- What?
- Being uptight.

I am not uptight!
You were just behaving

inappropriately with
a potential suspect!

- I was not!
- You were!

All right, listen,
OK, it's not just that,

it's just you're very
stressful to be around.

Am I?

Yes, a little.

Sorry.

That's been mentioned before.

Right.

Well, hey, you know,
now we're here we...

We might as well interview the MD.

Elaine McGovern.
She's not here today,

she won't be back till tomorrow.

We could always interview Ryan.

I think we should
hold back on Ryan.

Why? He'll be expecting
us to talk to him,

and if we think he's
hiding something,

we can always go and
interview him again.

OK, let's do that. OK.

- OK.
- OK.

Pretty girl with a torque wrench.

What's wrong with that?
Makes total sense to me.

It's offensive.

- To who?
- Well, to mechanics.

It's actually a highly skilled job

and she clearly
doesn't know one end

of a torque wrench from the other.

Yeah, well,
she can fix my car any day.

Your car? She might have to.

What do you want?

Have a seat, please, Ryan.

Did you go out with Debbie?

I had nothing to do with Carl's
murder, if that's what you think.

We're not suggesting you did, Ryan,

but to find Carl's killer,

we need to talk to
everybody connected with him.

- You think I did it, don't you?
- Just answer the question.

Yeah, I went out with her.

And when did it finish?

Don't know, nine months ago.

- Who finished it?
- She did.

How did that make you feel, Ryan?

What are you, a
shrink or something?

You were still in love
with her, weren't you?

I don't know.
Look, I liked her, yeah.

Did you ask her to
go out with you again?

We spoke a few times. She said
she still had feelings for me.

But she was already
going out with Carl?

Yeah.

Did you resent Carl
for going out with her?

No, I resented Carl
cos he was a prat.

- In what way?
- In every way.

Always mouthing off.
Thought he was better

- than the rest of us.
- Yeah?

Did the other mechanics
feel that way about him?

Yeah, pretty much.

What did you think when
Carl and Debbie got engaged?

Don't know what she saw in him.

He shagged anything that moved.

So he was unfaithful to her?

I don't know, probably.

Did you try to talk
Debbie out of marrying him?

No.

Look, I don't have
feelings for her any more.

She can do what she likes.

OK. Where were you between
seven and nine last night?

I can get you behind the wheel
for less than 250 a month.

No, I'm... I'm not
really in the market.

To be honest, a lot of the men

that buy these cars
don't quite measure up.

- Yeah?
- Wannabes.

It's a
real man's car, this.

Hop in.

I'm not really into modern cars.

Go on, get in.

OK.

Start her up.

- I really shouldn't...
- Go ahead.

It's the red button on the dash.

OK.

There you go, you see. It
just kinda works with some men.

Really suits you, you know.
What are you driving at the moment?

Well, just that old thing.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Tell you what,

why don't you take her
out for a quick spin?

Well...

Well, maybe,
maybe some other time.

I'm on duty now and I
really should get back.

Thank you.

Yeah.

- Call me.
- Yeah.

Yeah, she was just...
showing me the...

It's not really my thing,
but...

So, do you want to
take her for a spin?

I mean, I like it, but...

- I don't know.
- OK,

what for you is the most
important function in a car?

No, no, I'm sorry,
it's not that simple.

- It really is
-. No. The relationship

a man has with his car

is the same relationship as
he has with his girlfriend.

Do you have any idea
how sad that sounds?

No, it's true.
I mean,

when you choose a boyfriend,

do you make a checklist
of important functions?

Well, anyway, make it as
complicated as you want,

but the bottom line is, that
car's pretty quick for a 4x4

- and it comes with good extras.
- Yeah.

She says she can get it
for me for 250 a month.

Yeah, plus a deposit
and a balloon, right?

- A balloon?
- Yeah,

you know, you pay a
deposit. Say ten grand

- or so...
- Ten grand!

And then you have 36
monthly instalments

and then you pay off the
balance with a balloon payment.

Jesus, that's going
to cost me a fortune!

Well, if you don't want to
pay off the balloon at the end,

you just give back the car.

- We're missing something.
- Yeah,

some food, I'm starving.

It's just.. .it's too easy.

Just the way I like it.

There was no passion
with Ryan, you know.

I believed him when he
said he was over Debbie.

Maybe. Or maybe he was lying.

Look, I don't think he was.

- OK, who do you think did it?
- I don't know.

I don't think we will until
we find the murder weapon.

There wasn't one.
Post-mortem result's in.

He wasn't killed by
a blow to the head.

- He was poisoned.
- Poisoned?

Carbon monoxide fumes.

All I'm saying is, a modern car
can do everything an old car...

- Classic car.
- Classic car can do,

- but better.
- Jesus,

do you have to drive so fast?

- See, your car couldn't have done that.
- Done what?

- Taken that corner like that.
- Why would anybody

in their right minds
take a corner like that?

- That's OK. I've done the course.
- What course is that?

The "scare the shit out
of my new partner" course?

The Police Defensive
Driving Course.

What's defensive about
driving like this?

Well, do the course
and you'll find out.

We missed it the first time

- but see that little hole?
- Yeah.

It drains the boot
if there's a leak

or if any liquid gets
spilt.

Normally it would have
a rubber bung in it.

- But it didn't.
- And the bung

- is right above the exhaust?
- Yeah.

Excuse me, excuse me, sorry,
can I please have a look?

- Yeah.
- Thank you, right.

Yeah, the bung's right
above the exhaust.

Exactly. So the gas fumes
could have blown straight in.

And Carl's head was here,
right next to the hole.

He'd have breathed in the raw fumes
whilst lying there unconscious.

He'd have been dead in five minutes.

So the car had been running?

That's why it was out of petrol

when Jeff went to take
it on a test drive.

Only someone who knows cars
would know about the bung.

Hello, hello, hello!

I just wondered how
we're getting on.

- Fine, thank you.
- Good, good.

Only your colleagues
at HQ informed me

that you got everything
you need from the car.

We haven't quite finished.

Right, OK, you see, only I've
got a prospect on the horizon.

Now, he wanted an SLK,
which we haven't got.

But I think I've steered him,

excuse the pun,
towards one of these.

I say one of these, this is actually
the only one of these that we've got,

the Makihito GT, if
you catch my drift.

Now, I haven't
mentioned the incident,

but then again who
needs to know, eh?

I mean, it's not as if it's going to
show up on the service record, is it?

So I just wondered when
we could have the car back.

At least for a test
drive, you know?

Carl read people. Soon as
they walked in that door.

It's what made him
such a good salesman.

He just, he instinctively
knew what they were after.

No, he'll be missed.

By everyone?

- What do you mean?
- Well,

Carl seems to have rubbed a
lot of people up the wrong way.

It was nothing more than
the usual petty rivalry.

That's the same as any
sales-driven company.

But it was more than that, wasn't it?

There was an us and them culture between
the sales and the service departments.

That's the same at every
dealership I've worked at.

In general, I would say this is an

unusually harmonious company.

What?

Nothing.

What about Ryan? He had
reason to hate Carl, didn't he?

If you're suggesting Ryan
killed Carl, that's ridiculous!

I mean, he may not
be much of a charmer,

but he's not a killer.

OK, thank you very much.

Thank you.

God, she's weird.

Impossible to read,
completely emotionless.

It's the botox.

She's had botox?

It's made her face
completely expressionless.

Look.

Happy face.

Sad face.

You wouldn't want
to play her at poker.

You can still read the eyes though.

Yeah, she's hiding something.

Who she's shagging.

Excuse me.

What do you think?

- It's a beast.
- Yeah.

Hey.

We need to talk. In private.

I may have some important
information. Come with me.

Jack?

- You coming?
- Actually, he's all yours.

I've got some things that
I need to check with...

with the thing...

Fine!

Ready?

Always.

Buckle up.

Close the door.
Walls have ears.

Best if no one overhears
what I've got to say.

Right then, I'll be honest.

I do a lot of reading.

Murder mysteries. And I like

to watch all the detective
series on the telly.

It's sort of my thing.

I mean, if I wasn't
a sales director,

I'd be one of you lot.

I mean, seriously.
It's just... well, it's a gift.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And...

I know who did it.

So who was it, then?

It's the window cleaner.

- The window cleaner?
- Yeah.

And why do you think it was him?

There's just something about him.
I've always thought so.

Right.

So no hard evidence then?

Not as such, no, no.

You didn't see him do it?

- No, I...
- He didn't confess to you?

No. But then he's not
been in for a while.

Acctually, which is a bit odd,

because he normally
comes once a week.

Right.

I suppose he could be on holiday?

Maybe...

So tell me, what are the
engine options on this?

Right. Well you've got three basic
options. The 2.2 diesel

which is a nice compromise
if you're looking for

good performance and great economy.

The 2.5 petrol, more
of a ladies' option.

Looks pretty but it's not so quick.

And what I like to call the wildcat,
three litre turbo.

Fast enough to rip the
wig off a game show host.

You fancy a spin?

So, want to run through the specs?

Or shall we just cut to the chase?

Can I have a look
at the specs?

Fine.

There's dual zone climate
control here and here.

- Oh, yeah.
- Sat nav, Bluetooth hands free.

- Great.
- Intelligent cruise control,

auto dipping mirrors

and as for the gear shift.

Please can I have a drive?

Sure.

So, Mr. Policeman,
show me what you can do.

- I just think I forgot...
- Where are you going?

Great wheels.
Tungsten lights.

What are you doing?

Very spacious.

It's the best of its class.

Listen, do you mind if we
drive back to the showroom now?

Because, you know, I've got an
investigation to get on with,

a man's died, it's very tragic.

Fine, show me how
you drive this thing.

OK.

Right yeah, how do
you turn it on again?

Yeah. Yeah, that's
right, that's right.

And the best bit, four
way electric seats.

Right, yeah, it's...

It's very...

So, how do you like the handling?

Very serious offence,
assaulting a police officer.

It's up to four years in prison.

Come on.

Thank you.

I'll be in the car, lover boy.

I had it under control, you know!

For your information,
the maximum sentence

for assaulting a police officer
is six months, not four years.

Four years sounds better.

Yeah, but what happened?
I don't know, I panicked.

Things have become blurred,
I couldn't tell whether she wanted

to get it on with me or she
just wanted to sell me the car.

Maybe she wanted to do both?

Yeah, but then if I
got it on with her,

would that mean that
I'd have to buy the car?

It could have got messy,
she was very aggressive.

Hey!

Hi.

Please tell me that's recycling.

- Reading.
- I don't do homework.

- This is fun.
- Yeah? What is it?

- Mobile phone records.
- Whose are they?

- Everyone we've interviewed.
- Yeah, well, good luck with that.

No, no, you take
those, I'll take these.

Let me know if you find anything.

- See you, Tony!
- See you.

For Christ's sake!

- Yeah, what's up?
- How's it going?

Yes...
It's going fine.

Are you actually doing any work?

Yeah, I got the records
right here,

I've been looking
at numbers all night!

Call me if you find anything.

- What?
- I got something.

Carl was shagging his boss.

Botox lady? No way.

Yeah, there's a series of
text messages from Carl to her

with the last one
on the night he died.

"Working L8 2nite. How about you?"

Why can't people speak English

when they're writing text messages?

I mean does it seriously
take longer to write L-A-T-E

than it does to write L and
then shift to the letter 8?

When you've finished your rant
can you tell me what she replied.

"S-F-E 2 E."

Sfetuey?

Smiling from ear to ear.

How do you know this shit?

So what do you think it means?

It means she's a liar.

A straight-faced
liar come to that.

I think we should confront
her and see what she does.

Nice work. Call me if
you get anything else.

Forget it, I'm going to bed.

Part timer.

Look, I'm sorry. I'm
already late for a meeting.

We need to ask you a question.

But before we ask you,
I have to let you know

that wasting police time is

punishable by up to
four years in prison.

Now, did you have sex

with Carl on the
night before he died?

How do you know that?

Because we're policemen.

Women...

- Officers.
- Officers. That's how.

Look I'm...

I'm sorry I didn't tell
you because I really

didn't think it was relevant.

You stayed late to have
intimate relations with Carl

less than an hour before he died.

- How can that not be relevant?
- I'm sorry.

So let's start at
the beginning.

When did you start
having sex with Carl?

It's about a month ago.

When he was still engaged
to Debbie?

Does any of this have to get out?

Depends on whether we
still think you're lying.

I promise you I'm not.

How many times did
you have sex with him?

I don't know.

I don't know, maybe four or...

five times.
But look,

I was flattered
and it was just sex.

And what happened the night he died?

Well, we waited until
everyone else had left

and then we...

..went to my office and

had sex
but then I left.

- With him?
- No, no,

we went separately, we
agreed to leave separately.

And I left first.

And then that was that.

And then...

and then the next morning,

Jeff found him

and all hell broke loose.

What?

Nothing. Nothing.

Come on.

- Four years?
- You're right, it does sound better.

I still think we're
missing something.

- Yeah, coffee.
- No,

Carl was engaged to Debbie, but
he was being unfaithful to her.

- Men, eh?
- Which means that

Ryan wasn't the only
one with a motive.

I'll see you at Tony's, OK?

You know what,

I think I can crack this case.

- Really?
- Yeah.

OK, I'll give you till four,
then I'm arresting Ryan.

Fine.

See you later.

Hey, Joey.

Are we on for tonight or what?

Yeah.

This could all end in
crippling humiliation.

Yeah, but you're probably
used to that by now.

Hello again.

Who buys this tat?

Presumably people who want to

evoke fond holiday memories.

What, a stuffed leprechaun?

What does that evoke
apart from long hours

stuck in some
hellhole of an airport

with nothing to buy
but crap like this?

Sorry about that, it was Debbie.
She's at the hotel,

trying to get the money
back on the reception.

You should have got it insured.

They cover most
eventualities, nowadays.

Mr. Jackson...

We'd like to talk to you about
your affair with Elaine McGovern.

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

I'm afraid it was
Bruno who gave you away.

Well, I'm happy to
help with your enquiries

but if you're going
to waste my time, forget it.

Sit down, Mr. Jackson.

It's Bruno's.

You mentioned that Bruno doesn't
like being left in a room on his own

and if he is, he'll
often scratch the door,

but what I couldn't figure out

was why Elaine
McGovern's office door

had scratch marks
on the outside of it.

This is ridiculous.

Any more of this and I'm going to
have to make a complaint about you.

The only thing that I could
come up with is that you and her

were inside the office
and you didn't want

the dog in the room
for some reason.

Well, that's quite possible.

As head of the service department,
I would have meetings with Elaine.

Without the dog.

So

it's not that you were having
sex with her after hours.

I'm not going to dignify
that with an answer.

Fair enough.

So how was Dublin? We've just
been admiring your souvenirs.

- Very nice, thank you.
- And who did you go with?

None of your business.

Well, look, we can check the

airline passenger
records with a phone call,

but it would just be
quicker if you told us.

All right, yes,

you are right, we did
have a brief fling.

We went out a few times and

we went to Dublin for the weekend.

But she finished it
about a month ago.

And that is it.

And did you know that she was
sleeping with Carl?

You did.
Of course, because

you caught them having
sex in her office

on the night that
he died, actually.

That must have been awful,

to find the man that your
daughter's engaged to,

your precious Debbie
is about to marry,

having sex with the woman
you're still in love with

in the office where
you've done it with her,

possibly over the same desk.

That good for nothing little shit!

He wasn't worthy of
cleaning Debbie's boots,

let alone marrying her.
He was all mouth.

Told her exactly what
she wanted to hear.

I tried to tell her but
she wasn't having it.

It created a rift between
us so I backed off.

But he was a liar.

Same with Elaine.

Sweet-talking her with
his little compliments.

"I like your shoes".

It wasn't her fault.

He was using her.

Well,

not any more.

Please sit down, Mr. Jackson!

Sit down, Mr. Jackson.

I bet you didn't even mean

to kill him when you
confronted him, did you?

It was probably just
a fight that escalated.

But then,

once you had knocked him out,
it must have seemed so easy

to just place him
in the boot and...

and put his head next to the bung.

And then all you had to
do was take the bung out,

slam the boot

and let the exhaust do
the rest of the work.

Who could blame you?

He got what he deserved.

Jack.

Will you do the honours?

I haven't got my cuffs with me.

I've got some in my hand bag.

They've never been used before.

- Well, do you want to do it...
- No, no, no.

Can you do that bit
and I'll do the...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, do the...

David Jackson, I'm
arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Carl Mercer.

You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when
questioned something which you...

You know what, you may as
well just leave the bottle,

- and put it on my tab.
- You don't have a tab.

- Then put it on Jack's tab.
- Right you are.

Hey, guys!

Hey, Jack, where you been?

You guys seem to be
having a good time?

It's not every day you
solve your first case.

Yeah, that's true. That is true.

You know what, I couldn't
have done it without you, Jack.

Yeah, that's what he keeps saying.

I wouldn't want you to feel bad.

Well, that's OK because
I don't feel bad.

- I'd understand if you did.
- Well I don't, so...

You know, your rookie partner,
solving the first case.

Yeah, well, you know,
I feel fine about that.

I think that's pretty big of you.

Yeah, I nudged you
in the right direction,

I stepped aside and you
rose to the challenge.

- You didn't step aside.
- I stepped aside.

You didn't really nudge me
in the right direction either,

- OK, shall we
- I nudged myself...

- have a toast?
- What shall we drink to?

To new partners.

To new partners.

And new friends.

Cheers.

OK, I'm going to the ladies room.

Yep. Are you going to be OK?

- Sorry, Tony!
- It's all right.

What the hell have
you guys done to her?

She said she could handle it.

She obviously can't handle
it, she's totally trashed.

- I think she's wonderful.
- Shut up,

you're totally
trashed too.

I'll take him home but
she's your responsibility.

Why's she my responsibility?

- "To new partners."
- Ah, Jesus, fair enough.

That's yours as well, she
just put it on your tab.

- On my tab?
- On your tab.

You all right?

What did you decide
to do with your car?

Well, I decided that if
I'm going to spend 50 grand,

I'm not going to spend it on
some gas-guzzling kiddie wagon.

Anyway, I'm fond of the old lady.

Go on, hop in. Mind your head.

OK.

You know, I think you
made the right decision.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. It kinda suits you.

It does, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Oh, come on.

I tell you what,

- why don't we walk?
- OK.

The fresh air will do you good.

What was your last partner like?

She was great.

She was a she.

Yeah.

How old?

30.

What did she look like?

She had blonde hair,
blue eyes, great figure.

Yeah, but was she any good?

She was amazing.

I'll be honest with you, she
was a bit of a pain in the arse.

Am I a bit of a pain in the arse?

Look, it's a full moon.

I remember what it was like at Uni.

- Do you?
- Two types of girl

- broadly speaking.
- I've got a horrible feeling

- you mean sexually.
- What was she studying?

Women. And Gender Studies.

Studying women?
I think we all

know what mark I'd get
if I was doing that.

This is a murderer we're after,

who knows if they're
going to kill again.

We need to go undercover.

Mature student.

Professor of Gender Studies.

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