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What happened?

Nothing. It was just an accident.

What, you accidentally
got hit in the face?

It's nothing to worry about, honestly.

Was it to do with Saif Rahman?

Erin, I can't talk to you about work.

All right, I were only asking.

Jesus.

My God.

Are you all right?

Yeah, of course. Why?

Just, I heard about last night.

- The boys were talking.
- I told them not to make a fuss.

Should've given me a call.

I'm good in a scrap. I fight dirty.

Karen, I'm fine.

- Morning.
- Are you OK?

Oh, right, so everybody knows?

Small town.

Forensics have confirmed that the blood

found out the back of
the boxing club was Saif Rahman's.

We can't be certain it's where he died,

but it's definitely a site of interest.

We've also found his phone,
only it's badly damaged.

Tech are trying to work on it now.

But I also heard this morning
from the exhibits officer,

and the lab has found
some fibres on Saif's clothing,

caught in the zip of his top.
They look like carpet fibres.

We've sent them off to try and find
out more. I will keep you posted.

Eddie.

We've been collating CCTV
and witness statements,

trying to reconstruct
Saif's movements on the night.

He gets a bus to the gym,

getting on at Longlands Road
at 25 to seven

and off at Waterloo Terrace
at quarter two.

We see him again,
heading for the gym at ten to seven.

But we don't see him again.

What we now know
is that he went round the back,

which is, unfortunately,
a CCTV black spot, so no joy there.

We do know, though, that his
training session finished at nine.

So, what happened to him
out the back of the club, yeah?

Who was there?

And how did he end up dumped in
the bay some time before midnight?

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Erm, Jenn...

- Erm, about Adnan...
- Yeah, boss, I know you said

I didn't need to go down there,
but because it was a family thing...

Oh, no, no, no, I don't mean that.

Uniform have checked, and CCTV confirms,

he was at the Festival Market lockup
that night between 8:45

and just after midnight.

- So that means we can rule him out?
- Well, he still lied to us.

Yeah, he's got history with
the police. He doesn't trust us.

We can rule him out
as a person of interest,

but he wants to watch himself.

Are you sure you're all right?

I wish people would stop asking me that.

Sorry, I'm fine. Honestly.

- Oh, sorry, did we wake you?
- You must be joking.

Haven't slept a wink since it happened.

Oh, sorry, I, er...
haven't had a chance to tidy up.

- It's OK, I've seen worse.
- You want to see my gaff.

- Look, why don't we just, erm...?
- No, no, that's not your...

It's all part of the service.

All jobs included,
very competitive prices.

I don't want you cleaning up after me.

Then give us a hand.

Erm, right.

Need any help?

Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks.

Tidy this up, eh?

Don't want anybody seeing it like this.

I'm sorry... about...

It's OK. It was an accident.

Yeah, but... I was out of order.

You've just lost your brother.

We looked into your story
about the lockup.

- It wasn't a story, it's the truth.
- I know. We've got you on CCTV.

So, is that it, then?

Well, between you and me,

my boss is still pissed off
about you lying to us.

That didn't do you any favours.
But, yeah, that's it.

You need to keep your nose clean.
Your mum needs you.

Your whole family needs you.

- Did I get you in any shit?
- I don't know. I don't think so.

I can't believe her.

Er, Jenn. There was no need
to drag us in like that, was there?

She was just doing her job.
She seems all right.

You don't have to live with her.

I mean, my dad's only known her
five minutes

and she's moving in, and the kids.

It's just a fucking nightmare.

Shit...

I'm sorry.

Bloody hell.

What?

Nothing.

No, no, come on. You got something
you want to say to me?

No.

Who are you to judge me?

I'm not judging anybody.
I'm just trying to do the recycling.

Excuse me for thinking about
the environment.

Everything OK?

Leave me alone.

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Right, love, I better get a shift on.

I'll call you later.

Mind out.

See you later, love.

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Just heard back from the Coastguard.

Based on tidal patterns
and wind direction,

they calculated the most likely
place Saif's body went into the bay

was along this stretch of coast here

between Heysham Cliffs
and Half Moon Bay.

We're working closely with them
to sweep the area.

House-to-house, CCTV,
public appeal, the works.

And now that we've got a crime scene
at the boxing club,

we're mapping every route

between there and the area
we think Saif's body was dumped.

We have got our work cut out.

Boss, the haulage yard
where Saif worked,

and his Uncle Kareem,
that's in Half Moon Bay.

I know. You better get down there.
Find out if there's a link.

So, you were working with Saif
that day? The day he died, right?

Yeah, well, I was on the late shift.
He left before me.

What time did you finish?

Clocked off at midnight.

And what did you do after?

Just went straight home.
I were... I were knackered.

And was Shazia still up when you got in?

I don't know.

No. She was... she was in bed.

I remember because I woke her up
taking my boots off.

She were right pissed off.
Look, what's all this about?

- All right?
- I didn't know you worked here.

I don't. I'm just picking up a shipment.

It's a load of farm machinery
just in from Warrenpoint.

- Is that all right, Officer?
- Don't let me get in your way.

- Was he here on Sunday night?
- I don't think so, no.

No, no, he was on the road.
He was on the road. Mariam said.

Stuttgart or something.

Er, Saif clocked in same as usual,
clocked off at half five.

- I already told your colleagues.
- What about Kareem?

Kareem?

He was on late, clocked off at midnight.

- Can we get a copy of that?
- Yeah, yeah, course.

Look, anything we can do to help.

I already gave your colleagues the CCTV.

Cheers.

No, no, like I say, anything we can do,

because the lads are gutted about Saif.

- We all are. He was a good lad.
- So he was well-liked at work?

Yeah, yeah. I mean,
he could be a bit full-on, Saif.

How do you mean?

Well, just...
he knew he was going places.

He used to talk about it, about how
he was going to get out of here,

kick the shit off his shoes.
The lads took the piss a bit,

but he was right, he was going places.

I still can't believe it.

I know.

Erin, can I have a word, please?
Thank you.

- Look, if this is to do with Jenn...
- You'd like her, do you know that?

If you actually gave her a chance.

If you made an effort,
you'd actually like her.

And why do have to make an effort?

Because it's harder for them,
that's why. All right?

They're the ones
that have had to change everything.

They've moved house,
changed schools. That's not easy.

I know.

And I know it isn't easy
for you either, love.

I know.

Look... it's his first week,

so just...

...give him a chance.
Give him a chance, that's all.

Just be... nice to him.

For me.

Go on.

Budge up, then.

Cheers.

Come on.

He was like, I don't know,
more than an uncle.

Like a dad almost.
After Saif's own dad died.

Look, erm... Junior Youth League.

Senior Youth League.

Er, North West Amateurs.

Kareem was always there.

Mm.

And they've not got any children
of their own? Shazia and Kareem?

No.

No, they tried for years, but...

Mm.

Who's that?

Oh... that's Ritchie.

He was Saif's sparring partner.

He was at the house the other day.

Yeah. Well, they were mates,
they went to school together.

Oh, God, look at him.

Just look at him.

Do you have kids?

Yeah, a boy and a girl.

Oh.

I can't even imagine...

I can't even...

No.

Yeah?

Hey.

- Erm, is everything OK?
- No, yeah, it's fine.

It's just... Kieran told me he saw you.

He told me that you were coming
to the thing, the graduation.

Yeah, erm... is that all right?

No, it's good, I'm glad.

Obviously, it's a big day,
and he wants you to be there.

'We all want you to be there.'

Yeah, well, like I said to Kieran,
you know,

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- You won't...
- What?

...spoil it?

'It's just it's his big day, and
I don't want anything kicking off.'

Jesus Christ, Ellen.

- No, I know, but...
- What do you take me for?

Yeah, you say that,
but last time, at Christmas...

- No, Christmas...
- Boss? Oh, sorry, I didn't...

No, no, you're fine. I'm done.

Listen, erm, I can't talk
about this right now. I'm at work.

- 'Tony?!'
- What's up?

I just wanted to check, who's doing
the interviews at the boxing club?

Clarkie. He's down there now. Why?

He might want to talk to Ritchie.
He was Saif's sparring partner.

Apparently, they were close.

- I'll give him a shout now.
- Cheers.

Everything OK?

Yeah.

Yeah, good.

And busy.

Why would he have gone round
the back way, though?

I honestly don't know.
I'd already left by then.

I've told your colleagues this.

So who locked up that night
if you'd already left?

Shirin.

Shirin Persaud. She's on the youth team.

She, er, helps out about the place.

He got a call.

He had his phone and he seemed,
I don't know... bothered.

- Bothered?
- Like, distracted.

- What time was this?
- Er, around nine, must've been.

He'd had a shower,
I remember his hair was wet,

and then, er, he went out the back way.

And then what?

I just left.
I put the alarm on and went home.

Why didn't you tell us
about this before? About the phone.

I don't know. I didn't think of it.

I'm sorry.

Boss?

OK.

Is there somebody called Ritchie here?

Ritchie!

Ritchie!

Somebody here to see you.

Were you here that night?

No. I was at home with my dad
and my brother.

They'll tell you.

So, when's the last time you saw Saif?

I don't know. Last week sometime.

I thought you were his sparring partner.

Wasn't he training every night?

But I couldn't come in every night,
could I? I have to work.

There's a team of us.

Where do you work?

Amusement arcade on the prom.

Oh, yeah?

Which one?

Look, are you gonna find out
who did this or what?

Yeah, we are.

You're not gonna find 'em here, are you?

- Why do you say that?
- Cos we're his mates.

He was one of us, Saif.

'I'm sorry, but the person
you've called is not available.

'Please leave your message
after the tone.'

Hi.

Look, I know I'm not supposed
to call you at school,

but I just wanted to check
you're OK because...

Well, because I love you, obviously.

And I worry about you.

And I know I shouldn't,
I know you're not a kid any more,

- but I just...
- Jenn?

Boss has got news.

We'll talk later, OK?

I love you.

You all right, babe?

Did they talk to you, too?

What did you tell 'em?

The truth.

Tox report's in.
It shows high levels of testosterone

and its metabolites
in Saif's bloodstream.

In other words,
performance-enhancing drugs,

anabolic steroids.

His trainer Warren told us
he was taking nothing stronger

than vitamin supplements.
Well, that's clearly bollocks.

Clarkie, Eddie,
follow up at the boxing club.

Jenn, Karen, talk to the family.

Find out what this kid was into
and who knew about it.

Again, again.

Let's try that one-two.

Yes, nice. One-two.
Nice and steady, nice and steady.

On your toes, on your toes.

What is it, lads?
I'm trying to work here.

Can you come with us, please?

What? Why?

Just carry on, lads.

Sorry. Don't mind me.

Knock yourself out.

What's that supposed to mean?

Who the hell do you think you are?

Here we go. Here it comes.

Looking down your nose at me.

I'm not looking down my nose at anybody.

You want to get pissed, go ahead,
get pissed. I'm not stopping you.

Put your own house in order, instead
of having a go at other people.

- I'm not having a go!
- Take a leaf out your brother's book.

What, Jamal?

No, Saif!

Saif's dead, Mum.

Don't you dare.

'What?'

'Don't you dare talk about him
like that.'

He made something out of himself.

He worked hard and he made
something of himself. Not like you.

- Yeah, and now he's dead, so...
- Don't!

Go on, then.

Just say it.

Say what?

It should've been me.

'Isn't that it?'

Isn't that what you're thinking?

The wrong son died.

I hear myself lashing out.

It's like I can't stop myself.
I don't mean it.

But the thing is, though,
he's right. I have thought that.

Oh, my God, you must think
I'm a terrible person.

No, no, of course not.

I am, though, I must be.
To think that, to say that.

You cannot police every thought
that comes into your head.

It's not your fault. Come here.

You told us Saif was taking
vitamin supplements.

- That's right.
- And nothing else.

Not as far as I know.

Only, the post-mortem
shows high levels of testosterone

and its metabolites
in Saif's bloodstream.

- I don't know what that means.
- I'll tell you what it means.

It means performance-enhancing drugs.

I don't know anything about that.

Right, so you worked with him
day in, day out,

but you don't know anything?

We need to know where Saif
was getting this stuff,

who was supplying it,

because if he'd got in with
the wrong people...

I don't know. I-I can't help you.

If Saif had got mixed up in that
kind of shit, that's his lookout.

It's nothing to do with me.

I'd like to talk to DI Manning.

I didn't know... what was going on.

Well, that's not true, not really.

I knew something was up,
I just didn't know what exactly.

- So you turned a blind eye?
- I was thinking about the club.

Keeping the place going,
keeping the doors open.

We were just starting to rebuild things.

- Why didn't you come to us before?
- I'm here now, aren't I?

I'll tell you everything I know.

Even if it means throwing
your mate Warren under the bus?

Mm.

Aye.

No. No, definitely not.

I'm sorry, Mariam,
but the post-mortem showed

there were high levels
of anabolic steroids

in his bloodstream.

Had you noticed anything,
picked up on anything?

Anything he said or...?

No. No.

I should have, though, shouldn't I?

I'm his mum.

If there was something wrong,
I should've seen, I should've known.

If he was... doing drugs,
if he'd got in with the wrong crowd,

if he was in trouble.

You can't know everything, Mariam.

OK, so further information's
come to our attention.

Information clearly implicating you

in the supply of illegal
performance-enhancing drugs

to Saif Rahman.

What's this got to do with Saif dying?

He got his head kicked in,
for fuck's sake!

It's got nothing to do

with performance enhancing anything,
has it?

It's some fucking chancer having a go.

Some random bloke
kicking t'fuck out of him!

Well, let's talk about the drugs,
Warren. What do you know about them?

It was Saif's idea.
It was to give him an edge.

OK. Where did they come from?

You can buy anything online
if you know where to look.

I found this website.

But it was his idea,
it was him pushing for it.

Why?

He was under a lot of pressure,
you know. It was getting to him.

What kind of pressure?

There was a lot of money
riding on that fight.

'We'll talk later, OK? I love you.'

It were in here at lunch break.

- Hey.
- Oh, hey.

Where are you going?

- Town.
- Right. Cool.

You wanna come?

Yeah, yeah, go on, then.

Come on.

Adnan.

What?

I wanted to ask you something.
Wanted to ask you to do something.

When he comes home...

Saif...

...when we get him home...
I want you to take care of things.

The ablutions and that.

Really?

Well, look, if you don't want to,
I can always ask Kareem.

No, no.

Course I want to.

- Cold, innit?
- Yeah.

What's his deal?

Guys... Guys, do you want something?

- Sorry. He's such a...
- So why's he here?

My dad.

Shit, it's them.

Who is it? Molly?

Whoa! Watch yourself!

Guys?

Guys?

We've been looking into Kareem's
whereabouts on the night, and Ray's.

We've confirmed
Kareem worked till midnight,

then he went straight home, and Ray
was on the road back from Stuttgart.

OK. Thanks, Jenn.

So that leaves Warren and Vinnie
and the gym.

We need to look into the money angle,

talk to the bookies, find out
who had money on this fight.

Who stood to gain and who stood to lose.

We know...
we know Saif was under pressure,

that's why he was taking these PEDs,
but they're illegal,

they're dangerous, they're not
something you go into lightly.

So could that be why Saif Rahman died?

Because of the fight in Salford?

We've also been following up
on the search of the crime scene

and surrounding area. Eddie.

Right, Uniform spoke to a witness

who saw a car pulling into the gym's
car park around ten that night.

Struck her as odd cos the gate's
usually locked at that time,

the gym's closed.

So we've been looking into routes
between there and Half Moon Bay.

We pick this black car up
on Fenton Street,

not far from the boxing club,
around ten past ten.

It's doing, like, 30 in a 20 zone.

Nothing out of the ordinary,
not some boy racer doing 80.

We pick it up again here
at the junction of Victoria Street

and Elmwood, heading out of town.

Then we lose it for a bit.

And that's the thing, cos whoever it is,

they're not taking the obvious routes,

they're going by the back streets,
the B roads.

- Where there's not cameras.
- Yeah.

We pick it up again here, heading south.

And again here, Half Moon Bay.
Then nothing.

You're out in the wilds there,
very little coverage,

which, again,
feels like it's kind of the point.

We can't quite make out the reg,

but it does have
this distinctive paintwork,

this stripe down the side of it.
Might help narrow it down.

- What make is it?
- It's a BMW, 5 Series.

And the lab's got back to us.
The fibres found on Saif's clothing

are a match for a kind of material

found in a number of specific models
of car, including this one.

- The seats?
- The interior of the boot.

- We need to find this car.
- Wait, hang on.

Can you rewind that, please?

Stop.

There's two of them.
There's two people in the car.

'It's, er, it's seafood,
it's all from the bay.

'You eat seafood, don't you?'

Wait, hang on, do you...
do you not eat seafood?

Of course I eat seafood, you lemon.
You've seen me eat seafood.

Yeah, well,
it's either that or McDonald's.

'Taxi's going to be here
in half an hour,

- 'so do you want me to pick you up?'
- Er, no.

I've got a few things to finish up.
I'll meet you down there, yeah?

Yeah, OK. Yeah, no worries.

Bye.

Pub? It's the boss's shout
and the whole team's going.

Oh, yeah. No, I can't.

Well, you don't want to miss this,
it's like a historic event,

and I can't remember the last time
he put his hand in his pocket.

I'd love to, but I've got a thing.

Sorry.

- Boss.
- Clarkie.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Actually, you know what, Karen?
I'd love to.

You've twisted my arm.

Ooh, I love a quiz.

Question number three is, in Doctor Who,

what is the name
of the Doctor's home planet?

Gallifrey.

In the constellation of Kasterborous.

You're a massive fucking nerd, Eddie.

What? Everybody knows that.
It's not like some arcane knowledge.

Question number four.
Who is the oldest...?

One sec. Babe!

- What'll you have?
- Ah, after the day I've had?

A bottle of wine
and whatever you're having yourself.

Now you're talking.

Let's get wankered.

Thank you.

So... how are you settling in?

Hm.

What, that bad?

No, no, it's just...
it's been a bit of a whirlwind.

- Haven't had time to get my bearings.
- Mm.

- And what about the kids, the family?
- It's early days.

It's a big change for them,

but you know what kids are like -
they adapt.

I think it's harder for grown-ups,
big changes like that.

Mm. What about you?
Have you got a family?

I... I did have.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Oh, shit, no, no. They're not dead.

- It's...
- Oh, Christ!

- I thought you meant...
- No. God, no.

- I'm just divorced, that's all.
- Oh, Jesus. Thank God for that!

- Bloody hell!
- I know! Oh, sorry, sorry.

- Erm, you were saying...
- Yeah. Erm, yeah, divorced.

Two kids, both grown up now,

- flown the coop.
- Hm. Big change.

I'm divorced, too, as it goes.
And I've got two kids, so snap.

- How long have you been divorced?
- Three years now, nearly four.

And what about your ex?
How do you get on?

Fine, yeah. Good.

He's great with the kids.
It's all very grown-up.

You?

Yeah, well... we're still
working things out. It's not easy.

- Hm, none of it's easy.
- Mm.

I've just been landed
with a stepdaughter that hates me.

Yeah, and my wife's shacked up
with one of my best mates.

Wow!

We're a right pair.

Yeah.

Oh, no. Erm, I'm so sorry.
I'm late. I've gotta go.

- It's all right.
- Thank you for this.

Thank you, bye.

- See you.
- Bye.

- See you.
- See you.

See you later.

Thanks.

I don't know what we were thinking
in this one. Bloody hell.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Did I do something wrong?

Just...

Me and you were mates,
and it was like you dumped me.

So did I piss you off, or...?

- No, course not.
- Then what was it?

It was just...

When I was with Saif, I didn't
want to bother with anybody else.

Sorry, that sounds shit.

But it's true.

I loved him.

I-I really, properly loved him.

I can't get my head round it -
that he's dead.

He's actually... dead.

And somebody did it.

Somebody killed him.

It's...

It's fucking...

- Er...
- Where were ya?

- What the fuck?!
- I was looking all over the shop!

So you just walk in
like you own the place?

You asked me to go and then you just
drop me like an old sock!

This is my room in my house, all right?

You can't just barge in.
Not everything's about you.

- I'm not saying it is.
- Take a hint, for fuck's sake!

- We didn't want you there.
- She asked me.

- Cos her dad made her!
- Bollocks.

- What are you even doing here?!
- I live here!

Why are you always hanging around?!
Nobody wants you.

Why don't you just fuck off, yeah?
Why don't you just fuck off

and leave us alone?!

Conor?

- Sorry.
- Hey, it's OK.

- Sorry.
- That's all right.

Did you... did you start without me?

Oh, I went for a quick drink
with the guys from work.

That's OK. Er, you can start
as you mean to go on.

Happy anniversary.

Happy 18-month-iversary.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Mm, I can't make it a big one,
though. The kids.

Nah, it's OK.

Erin said that she'll
look after Maddie, so...

Yeah.

- What?
- Nothing.

Maybe she just, you know,
she wants to... help out,

so me and you can have
a night out together.

Anyway, she's a...
a good kid, Jenn. She is.

You know, when you...
when you get to know her.

It's supposed to be date night.
Shall we not talk about the kids?

Yeah.

I've got something for you.

Oh, I didn't know
we were doing presents!

We're not, we're not. It's just, erm...

No, it's not... It's not! Don't worry.

It's just a... locket.

Oh!

You know that night in Manchester
when I first met the kids?

It's... It's nothing.

It's lovely.

Thank you.

- Thanks.
- Thank you, good night.

Cheers, mate.

- Oh! Wait till I get you home.
- We are home.

Get in. Go, go, go!

All right, love?

Everything OK?

Mum...

Hey.

Can I come in?

What are you listening to?

- Just stuff.
- Wow, stuff.

Are you OK?

- Only, Maddie said...
- What?

Look, Molly shouldn't have
spoken to you like that,

but she's going through a lot right now.

She's just lost her boyfriend. She's...

- Are you taking her side?
- No, it's not about taking sides,

- it's about trying to understand.
- You know what? I don't care.

- Conor...
- And it's not just Molly.

No.

I know.

- I know Erin can be hard work.
- And it's not just that.

It's everything, it's this place.
It's...

Look, I know it isn't easy, love.
I know that.

It's a big change for everyone,
but we've been here before.

It's like when you left
St Jude's to go to Central,

and that worked out OK.

I mean, it was hard at first,
but you got used to it

and you found your feet.

Yeah, and then suddenly I had
to leave Central and come here.

Brilliant example, Mum, cheers for that

OK. Look, this is coming out all wrong.

I'm just saying
that it's gonna take time,

and it's gonna take a bit of work.

- It's gonna take some effort, kid.
- So, what, this is my fault?

No, I'm not saying that.
If you want to fit in...

- I don't want to fit in.
- Conor...

I want to go home.

It's only natural to feel this way.
It's early days.

- You're not listening to me.
- No, I am. I am. I hear you.

But we've only just arrived.
Give it a chance.

And so, what, if I give it a chance

and I still don't like it,
we can just go?

We can leave, we can go home?

Right.

Who do you fucking think you are?

You think you're better than me?

I'm not listening to this.

Don't you turn your fucking back on me!

I'm warning you.

Look at me!

Mate, leave it, all right?

Or what?

- Ugh!
- Get off me!

Ugh!