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Best avocados, six for a
fiver, ripe and ready to eat!

All right, Annie, you have
a good day, all right?

Morning, Ian. Milan,
you all right?

Oh, yeah. Very good.

Fresh avocados.
Best in the North.

Just those, please.
Coming right up, darling.

There you go, love.

Tell you what, I'll throw in
another one for free, yeah?

As long as I see you
back here tomorrow.

What time do you call
this? Bus was late.

I'll be docking
your wages, Leanne.

One more late start, and
I'll be letting you go.

Couldn't break a 20 for
us, could you, Carol?

Oh, you're that cheeky.
Last time today, all right?

Cheers, Carol.

So, Ian, how's the new
pitch working out for you?

Well, it's working great,
man, yeah. The usual, mate.

All right. There you go.

Cheers, Danny.

I notice your
takings are up, then.

All right, Tony. Onions, man.

Let's get this lot
out while it's fresh.

Won't sell itself, will it, son?

MUSIC PLAYING, LAUGHTER

All done, Leanne. Sorted.

Come on, girls,
let's be having you!

Howay, Onions, get another
round in. Mine's a pint.

We'll lose our table.
Coming, coming!

All right? Nice shirt, Danny!

Fresh and sharp, or what? Wahey!

Right, boys! Where were we?

Danny. Don't you think
you've had enough?

A word.

In private.

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Danny!

Danny! Danny, man,
will you wait?

There you go. Cheers, love.

We best get t'bus,
girls, come on.

Bye, girls, see youse tomorrow.

Bye.

PHONE BUZZES

ENGINE REVS

TYRES SQUEAL, CRASH

PHONE RINGS

VERA: Thanks, love.
OFFICER: Ma'am.

Check in with her, make
sure she's all right, yeah?

Morning, ma'am. Mark.

Morning, ma'am. Er, male
fatality, early 20s.

Hit-and-run, they said.

Yeah, jogger found him
first thing this morning.

Deceased got a name?
Yeah, Danny Meddon.

We found some business
cards in his wallet.

Oh, so he wasn't robbed, then?
No, doesn't look like it.

I mean, all the money's still
there. No sign of a phone, though.

Let's see that card.

"Meddon's Fruit and
Veg, Bentham Market."

Oh, I know 'em. They've
been there for years.

It wouldn't hurt to give
that number a ring. Ma'am.

Hold up, watch where
you're stepping.

First impressions,
focuses the mind.

Huh, we sharing these
first impressions?

Injuries suggest he was
hit by a moving vehicle.

Well, I could've told you that.

Multiple fractures to the
left femur and pelvis,

likely sustained at
the moment of impact.

Query internal bleeding.
PM will tell us more.

Time of death, any ideas?

Rigor mortis in the
hands and upper limbs,

still some give in the legs,

suggests he's been dead for
around six to eight hours.

So sometime late last night.

We've got fragments
of a broken headlight,

might help us narrow down
the vehicle in question.

Well, that's something at
least we can work with.

Hey. Thanks, Paula.

Where's Aiden today?
Er... Aiden? Perth.

Perth? What's he
doing in Scotland?

Try Perth, Australia. What?

You're shocked (?)

Could've knocked me for
six when I found out. Hm.

It was his missus sent
in the application,

reckoned his prospects'd
be better down under.

Plus, her sister lives there.

Kenny gives him six months.

PHONE RINGS

Ma'am, we've found the phone.

Right, so there's
the point of impact.

His phone goes flying...
and he ends up here.

Absence of any skid marks suggests
the vehicle was going at speed.

No attempts to brake
and avoid a collision.

Yeah, might not have
been time to stop.

Random driver run him down
accidently, fled the scene?

Evidence might
suggest otherwise.

There are some tracks further
down that we're investigating.

So, could the driver
have stopped eventually?

To check if he's
still alive. Aye...

..or to make sure he was dead.

Give us a minute, won't
you? Yep, cheers. Will do.

We've pulled up a home
address in East Bentham.

Uniform are there now,
but there's nobody home.

Shirt sleeves, plenty of money.

Sounds like a night on the town.

So, what's he doing out
here, middle of nowhere?

Yeah, well, that's the
thousand-dollar question, Kenny.

Girlfriend? Whoever she
is, she'll need tellin'.

MILAN SHAH: No. No, no, you
can't park there, I'm afraid.

Who's in charge here, love?

That'd be me, market
inspector. Aye, Mr...?

Shah. Milan Shah.
Ah, DCI Stanhope.

I'm here about Danny Meddon.

What's he done now?

Ah, now, his fruit and veg
stall, is that a family concern?

Yeah, Danny's dad owns
the license, Tony Meddon.

Yeah. And that's who I
need to talk to, love.

He hasn't shown his
face here this morning.

Left Onions to mind
the shop, as usual.

Onions? Right. Keep an
eye on my motor, love.

Er, I need a word,
pet, somewhere quiet.

I just can't believe it.

Now, have you any idea where
I'd find his mam and dad?

It's best they hear
about this from us.

His mam died a while back,

and I think his dad was
headed to the wholesalers.

Right.

Now, were both you and Danny
working on the stall yesterday?

Aye, and then we went for
drinks in The Tavern after work.

Most of the stallholders
end there after close.

Yeah. Anything happen in
the pub I should know about?

Danny and his dad had
a bit of a kick-off.

So, what was this
kick-off about?

Tony told Danny he was
thinking of selling up.

Danny was livid, saw it
as some kind of betrayal.

So, how did it resolve itself?

I got between them. Danny
stormed out of there.

And what time was this? Er,
must've been around nine.

When did his mam die?

It's getting on six months now.

Tony's been letting things
slide with the business since.

Me and Danny have been
picking up the slack for him.

What about a girlfriend?
Good-looking lad.

He liked to play the field.

Do you recognise this face?

No.

No, I can't say I do, sorry.

Hm.

Now, I am gonna have
to ask you this, love.

Can you think of anyone who
might've had it in for Danny?

Maybe.

You might wanna talk to Ian Headley.
He's one of the other traders.

Wanna tell me why?

Few months ago... Tony
falls behind on his subs.

Comes into work one day,

and he finds out the gaffer's
handed Headley his pitch.

What, the gaffer? You
mean Mr Shah? Aye.

Tony, he goes after Headley.

He throws a punch, lands
him an assault charge.

He's been at odds with
the Meddons ever since.

Well, thanks, love.

Look, I can't keep
calling you Onions.

What does your mam call you?

Owen. It's Owen Duggan.

Ah, well, thanks, Owen.

We may need to talk again.

Tony Meddon? Who's asking?

I'm afraid I have some
bad news for you, sir.

Where'd you find him?

Couple of miles outside
town, Bentham Bridge.

And what was he doing there?

Well, I was hoping you'd
know the answer to that.

He was in the pub
last time I saw him.

Yeah, where the pair
of you had a kick-off.

We've been losing
money hand over fist...

ever since Gaynor died.

Aye, I heard your wife had
passed. I'm sorry, love.

I told him I was done with it.

You know, the stall, the
grafting, early starts,

none of it mattered any more.

And what did he say to that?

Some guff about the stall
being his mam's legacy.

Weren't you worried when he
didn't come home last night?

Nah. He'd been dossing
down at Onions' place.

Is that right?

Now, I noticed you've got a broken
headlight on your vehicle, sir.

You know that's
against the law. Aye.

That'd be a fine,
points on your licence.

Do you wanna tell us
how you came by it?

I smashed it a few weeks ago.
Hadn't had time to get it fixed.

Did you report the accident?

I'd let the insurance lapse.

Well, that's six more points,
probably lose your license.

I've had a lot on my
mind lately, you know.

Well, lucky for you,
that's not my department.

But I will need you
to ID the body, sir.

Next of kin.

Danny Meddon, 23 years
old, market trader.

He was killed last night in a
hit-and-run at Bentham Bridge.

Now, this may have
been a random accident,

but since it wasn't reported,

we're treating it as
a murder investigation

until we know otherwise.

Either way, we need
to find that vehicle.

Steph, surveillance.

Er, there was no surveillance
near the crime scene, ma'am.

We're still checking
ANPR and speed cameras.

Now, Jac would have handed me a
list of any stolen cars by now.

Since she's back in Fraud,
you need to step up.

I'll make sure I'm
across it, ma'am. Aye.

As soon as you like.

Now, we know the lad left
The Market Tavern about 9pm

after a stand-up row with
his dad, Tony Meddon.

Now, the two had been at odds
since the lad's mam died.

And there's a bit of a crust
on the grieving husband,

by all accounts.

Er, I pulled out
Tony Meddon's record,

and he got six months suspended
for that assault on Ian Headley.

Right, so there's bad blood
between the two of them.

We need to talk to this fella.

Right, I want legs
down at that market.

Anyone who knew Danny Meddon,
anyone who saw him last night,

anyone...

Well, look who the
cat dragged in.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

Hey, it's nice of
you to stop by, Joe.

As some of you may remember,

DS Ashworth used to
be one of the team.

It's DI Ashworth now,
College of Policing.

You must have been informed.

What? That we're
gonna be observing.

Oh, aye, but I didn't know
it was going to be you.

Does that mean we're
gonna be assessed, ma'am?

SHE EXHALES

Well, maybe DI Ashworth
can answer that.

And you are?

Detective Constable
Duncan. Steph.

This force is one of a number being
studied for comparative purposes.

New codes of
professional practice.

So, why are we
being singled out?

Recent case summaries highlighted
a lack of... strategic direction.

What, and they've sent
you to sort it out?

We set national standards
for key areas of policing.

And we want all of
those in law enforcement

to understand their challenges.

So, what's the deal here, Joe?

You're snooping on us?

I prefer to call
it close scrutiny.

And I'd rather
you call me "sir".

A word.

I thought you might
have missed us.

Well, I don't know what
gave you that idea.

You swan in here in a new
coat, no word of warning.

Like I say, I'm just observing.

And do I get any say in this?

It was all above my pay grade.

There are plenty of forces
who aren't up to scratch.

There's no suggestion that
anyone's underperforming.

Well, that's exactly what
it sounded like to me.

Listen, I'm gonna be
ticking some boxes.

A few recommendations,

intelligence requirements,
operational priorities.

Vera, you won't
even know I'm here.

Oh, right. Well, in that case,
I've got a murder to solve.

And I'd rather you
called me "ma'am".

And he didn't seem out
of the ordinary to you?

Excuse me, sir. All right,
thank you for your time.

You should've been issued with
standardised questionnaires.

You'll have to take that
one up with the boss.

How long are we gonna
have to live with this?

Oh, as long as it takes, Kenny.

We do our job. Nothing
to worry about.

Mr Shah? Wait!

Basma. Yeah.

What are you doing here? Well,
Carol told us about Danny.

I thought maybe I
could be of some help.

You're not helping anyone,
Basma. Just go home.

Must be the missus. Hmm.

Excuse me, is this
absolutely necessary?

We're investigating
a murder, Mr Shah.

Yeah, I understand that,
but how's this gonna look?

You all questioning
my stallholders.

Oh, well, the sooner
we're finished...

So, where will I
find Ian Headley?

If it's lunch, he'll
be in the cafe.

Danny was shooting his
mouth off as usual.

Thought it was going
to come to blows.

Called his dad out in
front of all the traders.

Well, that wouldn't
have gone down too well.

Tony Meddon's a piece of work.

Son... was a chip
off the old block.

Well, you and the
Meddons have history.

Well, just market banter.
Things got out of hand.

Yeah, Tony Meddon took a pop
at you for stealing his pitch.

The Meddons liked to think
they owned this market.

Plenty of people
in their pocket.

Well, that's a bit
of an accusation.

HE SIGHS

Look, you might want
to search that lock-up.

Wasn't just apples and
pears they were selling.

You're gonna have to give
me more than that, love.

HE SIGHS

Danny was flogging knock-off
fags. Everyone knew it.

I brought it up with Milan,
the market inspector.

Said it was none of
my concern. Meaning?

Well, clearly, he was in on it.

What time did you leave the pub?

Eh, must've been about 11.
Headed straight for home.

See Danny on your travels?

Can't say I did.

But...

..Danny Meddon was bad news.

Ask anyone on the market.

That lad got everything
that was coming to him.

I'll leave you to your fry-up.

BELL RINGS

Mark, get a warrant to
search the Meddons' lock-up.

Rumour has it they've
been selling dodgy fags.

Ma'am.

They've got enough
to contend with, Joe,

without you breathing
down their necks.

There are guidelines
and procedures.

When did you get so by-the-book?

Well, maybe if you'd warned
them they were being assessed.

VERA SIGHS Ma'am!

Barmaid confirmed
Danny'd had a skinful.

Left the pub around
9pm with Onions.

His name's Owen Duggan.

He left at 9pm?

That's two or three
hours unaccounted for.

Kenny tells me you're in charge?

Oh, your acquainted
with DC Lockhart?

He buys his pants from my
stall. Has done for years now.

Carol runs the stall
next to the Meddons'.

Ah, so you would've
known the lad quite well?

Me and his mam were
mates. Gaynor Meddon.

Only one who could
keep him in line.

Ah, he was a bit of a
charmer, by all accounts.

Oh, Danny was a
proper ladies' man.

Well, any ladies in particular
we should be talking to?

Well, you might wanna
start with Leanne.

Helps us out sometimes
if I need her.

Ah, is she here today?

No. Late for work yesterday and
hasn't turned up at all today.

Now, this kick-off in
the pub last night,

that wasn't just to do
with him selling up?

Danny adored his mam.

After she passed,
well, he were lost.

And it all came out
at the funeral. What?

Tony only goes and
tells him he's adopted.

Not even a real Meddon.

What, and he hadn't
known he was adopted?

Knocked him for six. Drove
a real wedge between them.

Now, Mrs Shah, I saw you
talking to her earlier,

was she also a friend
of Danny's mam?

Well, used to be.

Basma and Milan ran
a stall together.

Hmm.

OK. Leanne's address, love.

She lives out in
one of the villages.

She's on the books, isn't she?

I'm sure I can
find one somewhere.

So, what have we learned
from these stallholders?

Aside from where
Kenny buys his pants.

CHUCKLING

Now, we know the lad
had a bit of a rep.

Fancied himself as
the market gigolo.

Might explain where he was
for those missing hours.

What about this
sideline in dodgy fags?

Err, I ran a background check
on Milan Shah. Come back clean.

Well, if he is taking
sweeteners to turn a blind eye,

that puts him in the frame.

I'm not aware of any
evidence to support that.

Well, we'd better get a
wiggle on and find some, then!

Just trying to establish
your line of inquiry.

I wasn't aware you were
part of this briefing.

Just ticking those boxes.

What about passive data?

Kenny, passive data?

Ma'am?

Phone logs.

Phone logs, bank statements,
computer records.

Could give us everything we
need to know about Danny Meddon.

Well, how about three missed
calls from Leanne Barrie

the evening he was murdered.

She lives with her parents
in Fourstones, ma'am.

Fourstones?

Well, that's not a million miles
from where we found his body.

Right.

I'm off to Fourstones.

Mind if I tag
along? VERA SIGHS

Do I have a choice?

OK, I get it. You'd rather
I wasn't across this.

Ah, he's got something right.

There's always room for
improvement, that's all I'm saying.

So, this lack of
strategic direction,

I'm guessing that's a pop at me?

I know that you lost a
couple of your team recently.

Jac was offered promotion.

We were sorry to see her go.

I'd never stand in anyone's
way, as you well know.

DS Healey?

He fancied his
prospects down under.

Now, I suppose that's
my fault as well?

It's all about inspiring
common purpose.

Building an inclusive workplace.

Meaning?

You never did learn
to delegate, did you?

I mean, look at a
copper like Kenny.

You ever stopped to think
about his personal development?

I think he's a tad
past that, don't you?

You're not still driving
that old thing, are you?

Yeah, what if I am?

Well, I think resources
would be better spent

maintaining a newer vehicle.

Well, if the vehicle doesn't
meet your exacting standards,

you can drive yourself there.

ENGINE REVS

Now, we're here about the death
of one of the stallholders,

a Danny Meddon.

Found on Bentham Bridge. What?

Hey, I'm sorry, love. It was
a hit-and-run last night.

WHISPERS: Right.

Now, can you tell us about your
relationship with the deceased?

There's nothing to tell.

Ah, well, we know you called
him three times last night

after he left the pub.

You said you were
out with the girls.

I was.

I never wanted Leanne
to take that job.

They don't need to
hear all this, Alun.

I could've put in a
word at the factory.

Where is it you work, Mr Barrie?

Camley's. Shop floor
manager, been there 25 years.

This was her chance to
get out of the village.

Make some new friends.

She doesn't need friends
like Danny Meddon.

I told him to stay away.

You never gave him a chance!

Look, we just need to
establish the lad's movements

prior to the incident.

Yeah, well...

We were all set on
leaving last night.

I'd packed a bag.

You finally would've
been shot of us!

Now, Carol at the market tells
us that you and Danny were close.

Danny looked out for us.

Said we had a
special connection.

So, this plan for the pair of
you to leave Bentham last night,

was that his idea?

We decided a couple of days ago.

We only booked the tickets
last night on his tablet.

The last coach down to London.

So, the pair of you are all set
to get this coach. Then what?

Got roped into that dinner
with Carol and the girls,

so he said he'd meet us at
the coach station later.

Kept calling him. No answer.

Stood there at the
station for over an hour.

Obviously, he wasn't coming, so I
caught a cab back to the village.

Did Danny tell you
he was adopted?

He didn't want it getting
around the market.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Yeah. OK.

He told me he'd tracked
down his birth mother.

What? When was this?

Few months ago.

I asked him how it
went. He closed it down.

Did he tell you her name?

Never mentioned her again. Oh.

I think she might've lived
somewhere in South Shields.

Oh, thanks, pet.

So, what are we thinking?

I'm thinking you should
keep your nose out of it.

Stuck up in the sticks, parents
who don't understand her.

Along comes a
good-looking lad...

Sounds to me like he
was stringing her along.

Oh, that's a fella's
take on it, is it?

Hey, I'm just trying to help.

Oh, well, come on, then, since
we're sharing, enlighten us.

He's got a family
business to run.

The last thing he's gonna do is
run away with a lovesick teenager.

So, are you still with Celine?

Aye.

And the kids OK,

Thingy and... Whatsherface?

Michael and Jessie?
They're fine.

Oh, and the bairn?

The bairn's 13 now.

Well, I'll expect
you'll be missing them.

PHONE RINGS Yeah.

Part of the job, innit?
Long stints away from home.

Well, this used to be your home.

Mark?

Ma'am. Hang on, hang on.

Have you applied for
a search warrant?

Do I need one? I
know what's right.

Well, so do I, love.

Come on, get this open.

Let's have a look
inside. Here we go.

Look, can I...?

Can you stand back, sir?

ONLOOKERS CHATTER

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

I swear, I had no idea
that they were in there.

I don't even have a key.

Ooh, not looking good
with Trading Standards.

Yeah, well, I'll need
to write up a report.

Oh, what, make sure
you cover your back?

Sorry, what's that
supposed to mean?

That lock-up is full
of knock-off gear.

I had no idea. Ah, that's
not gonna wash, love.

Cos I know Ian Headley
tipped you the wink.

Ian Headley likes
to stir up trouble.

The Meddons haven't paid
their subs here for weeks,

and yet you still keep
'em on the market.

Tony's wife died. I could
hardly send them packing.

What, so you just turn a blind eye
to whatever it is they're doing?

Now, how much is that little
favour worth, I wonder?

You think I was in on this?

I run a reputable market.

There's nothing reputable
about the Meddons.

And from what I've been hearing,
it's them who run this place.

Yeah, I think we're done here.

We're done when
I say we're done.

Now, what time did you
last see Danny Meddon?

Around closing yesterday.

He was on his way to The Tavern.

You not go to the pub?

I never mix with the traders
outside of work hours.

Ah.

I left the market around seven
and went home to my wife.

And I assume she'll
vouch for that?

Yeah, if she needs
to. PHONE RINGS

Ah, here's Tony now. I'll
leave you to give him the news.

Yeah?

Leave it on my
desk. OK, ma'am.

Oh, still here, then?

I thought I might
sit in for this one.

What, for old times' sake?

Just observing, remember?

Yeah. It's a non-speaking role.

47 cartons of contraband cigarettes
hidden under your satsumas.

Handbags, perfume under
your pomegranates!

Danny sold all that on the side.

Any cash went straight
into his pocket.

So where's he getting
this knock-off gear from?

Straight off one of the
ships, is what he... he said.

But I-I don't know, I
didn't ask any questions.

Well, that's very convenient.

I warned him he was
getting himself in trouble.

Oh, so he's dealing with people
you wouldn't wanna mess with?

Hmm. And was his dad
part of all this?

If he finds out
that I'm talking...

What, he'll take a pop at you?
We know he's got form for that.

Now, then, Danny's tablet.

Any idea where that might be?

Why would I know that?

Well, to start with, he's
been kipping on your floor.

Another thing you
failed to mention.

He had nowhere else to go.

Your mate leaves the
pub, steaming drunk,

doesn't turn up for
work the next morning.

Didn't you think to give him
a ring, find out if he was OK?

Danny was always disappearing.

He wouldn't show up
for days sometimes.

Any idea where he went?

I wasn't his keeper.

Did you know that Danny had
met up with his birth mother?

Who told you that, then?

Well, he confided as
much to Leanne Barrie.

Reckons she was his girlfriend.

She'd only known
him five minutes.

Selling contraband
tobacco's a serious offence.

You could be looking at a fine,
possible custodial sentence.

Yeah, well, here's
the thing, pet,

I couldn't give a stuff
about these dodgy fags.

I just want to find out
who killed your mate.

So if there's anything at all
you've neglected to tell me,

now would be a good time.

Right.

Wait.

Danny broke into Headley's van and
stole some shirts and some tops.

Did he?

And when was this?

It was a few days ago.

Danny got a kick out
of riling Headley up.

He said he needed
putting in his place.

Was this theft reported? No.

Headley was probably
too scared to.

Oh, not surprised.

Last time, he got a thump.

So, that night,

Danny comes into the pub
wearing one of these shirts.

And the look on
Headley's face...

Right.

Listen, you're not
gonna charge us

for that stuff in
the lock-up, are you?

No, that licence is
in Tony Meddon's name.

He'll have to deal
with the fallout.

But if I find out
you've been lying to me,

a fine's gonna be the
least of your worries.

Interview terminated, 9:32.

DCI Stanhope leaving the room.

Just observing (!)

This department is in
dire need of a shake-up.

Resources are
stretched, of course,

but I did make some proposals to
the Forensics Submissions team.

Well, I'll make sure
I read up on them.

Well, if we could just
focus on the matter in hand.

Postmortem findings confirmed what
we learned at the crime scene.

Typical impact injuries.

Aside from the fractures,

burst blood vessels from
the force of the collision,

tears in the soft tissues.

So, what was it killed him?

Acute subdural haematoma.

Blood would have collected
between the skull and the brain.

PH levels confirmed the
postmortem interval.

He'd been dead for around
six hours when we found him.

Are you saying his life
might've been saved

if someone had got
him to hospital?

That's pure conjecture. Well,
not if it impacts on my case.

It's... possible.

I ran a tox screen.

There was a substantial amount
of alcohol in his system,

enough to impair his
mental faculties.

Well, we know he'd
been on a bender.

So, what is the strategy
for the forensic response?

All compiled in line
with best practice.

What about the crime scene,
anything that we can work with?

Microscopic flecks of grey
paint on Danny's jeans.

Highly likely it came from
the vehicle that ran him down.

Unless he'd been painting
the garden fence.

If we can match the paint
to a code on the database...

It's the undercoat layer structure
that gives us all the answers.

We only have the topcoat.

What about the broken headlight?

Ah, now, that was
more promising.

The fragment we found has
a code embedded inside it.

It's incomplete, but
if we can crack it...

We could narrow down the focus
to a particular make of vehicle.

Mm-hm. Good.

Right, now it's time.

I'll leave you two to
put your heads together.

MAN SIGHS

Yeah.

Just glad his mam
isn't here to see this.

Look, why don't you
come and sit down, love?

And I know he'd only just
found out he was adopted.

You've been talking to Carol.

She's a nebby one.

All came out at
his mam's funeral.

Gaynor's dying wish.

Made me swear to
tell him the truth.

Why keep it a secret?

Just never felt like
the right time, is all.

Well, how did the
lad take the news?

I told him he was still my son.

Flesh and blood.

The rest of it, nobody
else's business.

Look, I'm sorry to
bring this up, love,

but that assault
charge, Ian Headley.

Ian Headley, Ian Headley.
Headley stole our pitch!

Now, that might've been wise to
have mentioned that charge before.

So, what, were you
making an example of him?

I should never have lamped
him. Understatement.

But he insisted on getting
the police involved.

On the market, we
settle things our way.

Oh, keep it in the
family? He had it coming.

So, nothing to do
with these dodgy fags?

Cos we've got you bang
to rights for that.

No prizes for guessing
who grassed us up.

Now, just after we
found that gear,

you were straight on the
blower to the market inspector.

Now, that makes me
think he was in on it.

Danny said Milan
wouldn't be a problem.

That everything was
taken care of. Meaning?

Everyone has their price.

Ooh.

I saw youse yesterday,
down at the market.

Oh, aye.

Carol tells us you used
to run a stall there.

Ten years, rain or shine.

So, why'd you decide
to give it up?

Milan landed the
inspector's job.

He didn't think I
could manage on my own.

We bought the house off-plan,

moved up sticks to
the middle of nowhere.

I'm a lady of leisure now.

How well do you
know the Meddons?

I was friendly
enough with Gaynor.

Milan didn't think they
were our sort of people.

Now, market inspector, take home
pay wouldn't stretch very far.

I mean, a house like
this, it must've cost you.

We came into some family money.

Ah.

Now, on the night
that Danny was killed,

your husband tells me
he was home all evening.

Must have got back about 7:30.

Well, you sound very
certain of that.

Milan likes his routine.

Regular as clockwork.

OK. I'll leave you to it.

Thanks for your time, love.

Bye.

I've been looking into Danny's
social media history, ma'am.

He had a profile on
a gay hook-up app.

What?

Are you saying our ladies'
man was into fellas, too?

Looks like.

Well, there's a turn-up.

Anything we can run with?

All his DMs have been deleted.

Something he didn't
want to get out?

Bicurious, metrosexual -
does anyone care these days?

Oh, you'd be surprised, Steph,
small town like Bentham.

Well done.

Kenny, where are we
with this lad's tablet?

Nothing yet, ma'am.

Well, contact that pub again!
It's got to be somewhere.

Ma'am.

Leanne, is that
you? DOOR CLOSES

Snivelling snitch!

You never learn, do
you? Right, get out!

Argh!

He was waiting outside the lock-up.
If I hadn't got away in the van...

Are you saying Tony
Meddon threatened you?

He needs locking up. I don't
want him anywhere near me.

And is this the van
you were driving?

Yep. I keep most of my
stock in there overnight.

So, is this the same van Danny
Meddon broke into last week?

See, he was wearing this
shirt the night he died.

Yeah, and I doubt
he paid for it.

I knew it was Danny. I
didn't have any proof.

And there he was in
the pub, bold as brass,

waltzing around in
your stolen clobber.

Stands to reason you
might have cracked.

I'm the victim here,
the injured party!

And we will address
your concerns, sir.

But meanwhile, I'd
like my forensics team

going over that van.

I don't buy it,
it doesn't add up.

Is Tony Meddon still a suspect?

Aye, for the time being.

Not that it's any
of your concern.

You think he's capable of
running down his own son?

I think he's a violent individual
with previous for assault,

who just threatened the
fella who dobbed him in.

I think we should
focus on Ian Headley.

That's your strategic
assessment, is it?

Well, it wouldn't
hurt to bring him in.

I'll bring him in when I'm
good and ready to bring him in.

And when I want your
opinion, I'll ask for it.

KNOCK AT DOOR

DOOR OPENS

HE SIGHS

I'm just trying to encourage
some creative thinking.

God knows this place
could do with it.

You've done nothing but
undermine me since you got here.

Now you're doing it
in front of my team.

I would never undermine you.

Backstabbing, sabotage,
call it what you will.

I've seen you on your phone.

Well, if you're planning on
reporting me to the IOPC,

go ahead, fill your boots.

When was the last time you
bought some new equipment?

What's wrong with
the kit I've got?

Some of those computers
are older than I am.

They do the job.
"They do the job."

They could be better. It's
all about standardisation.

Yeah, spending taxpayers' money.

Listen, Joe, I follow my gut.

One of the most important
things to any decent copper.

Now, clearly, that's something
you've forgotten all about.

KNOCK AT DOOR What?!

The report you asked for
from social services, ma'am.

Danny Meddon's adoption.
Right, any joy?

Birth was registered
at Bentham General,

8th September, 2000.

Father unknown.

There's a scanned picture
of the birth mother, though.

Alison Wilmslow.

Ah, now, that's the photo
the lad had in his wallet.

Adoption was finalised
six months later.

Adoptive parents, Anthony
and Gaynor Meddon.

They were both vetted
and cleared by a panel.

Well, this seems fairly routine.

Something flagged up on
the file as well, ma'am.

Something you might
wanna know about.

Well, spit it out.

The mother got pregnant as a
result of a sexual assault.

Could the lad have
known about that?

She now goes by Alison Rahim,

and I traced her number
on Danny's mobile.

So he had been in
contact with her.

I've also tracked down
a current address.

Somewhere in South Shields.

Aye, 25 Fourbridge Street.

Good work, Steph.

I thought I could
pay her a visit.

Well, something like that
requires sensitive handing.

And you think I'm
not up to the job?

Just watch your tone, DC Duncan.

Sorry, ma'am.

I suppose I could
always go with her.

Or what, I get mentioned
in that report,

failure to effectively
engage the workforce?

It might be relevant
to the case.

Hmm.

Right, don't share
anything you don't need to.

Ian Headley tells us you
threatened him last night.

He tried to run us over!

You've been going out of your
way to intimidate the man,

you and your son. He should
never have grassed us up!

Did you know about
this break-in?

Ian Headley's van.

Danny stole some of his gear.

The stupid...

Pissed up, thieving,
knock-off fags.

Sounds like a lad who
was looking for trouble.

He had this anger inside him...

..ever since Gaynor died.

He was broken.

I couldn't fix him.

Alison Rahim?

Detective Constable Duncan.
This is DI Ashworth.

We'd like to talk to
you about Danny Meddon.

Right, go and see your dad.

I want nothing more
to do with Danny.

And you can tell
him that from me.

We can't do that, Mrs Rahim.

I'm afraid he was
killed two days ago.

Right, lads, come on. Got
some snacks. Here you are.

Thanks, Dad! You're welcome.

Getting pregnant back then
was the last thing I needed.

I was still young. 21.

I wasn't ready to be a mother.

So you gave the child
up for adoption.

Neil had no idea.

Not until Danny showed up.

When was this?

Er... Must've been,
erm... six months ago.

We contacted social services.

We know about the circumstances
of Danny's adoption.

TONY: Gaynor couldn't have
kids. God knows we tried.

In the end, we put our names
down with an adoption agency.

We think Danny might have
traced his birth mother.

Nah. He wouldn't have done
that without telling us first.

The pair of you
were barely talking.

They never told us her name.

Did they tell you anything
about her circumstances?

Only that she'd been
sexually assaulted.

Didn't feel able
to keep the baby.

Wanted to make sure he
went to a good home.

Yeah. Sparing you the details.

We didn't want Danny to know.

A start like that weighs on you.

Then Gaynor found
out she had cancer.

Said we should tell
Danny everything,

that we owed him the truth.

So, this rift between you wasn't
about the business at all?

It was him finding out

the dad he worshipped
had been living a lie.

How could I tell him how
he came into this world?

A rape.

Aye, you just wanted
to protect him.

All I ever wanted was
to make him feel safe.

ALISON: I was on my way home
from a works Christmas party.

Pub in Bentham. Er...

It was late.

After midnight.

Should have been more careful.

Hey, you were just walking home.

You've got nothing
to be sorry for.

Never got a look at him.

He had this, er...

This heavy coat on.

Er...

Hood up. Scarf wrapped
around his face.

I still remember the
smell of him, though.

Beer and cheap aftershave.

You don't have to tell us this.

No, I do.

Cos I need to make
you understand.

He was young.

Erm... strong.

I tried to scream.

I tried to make him stop.

Erm...

Afterwards, I... I just
walked to the local nick.

Erm... Police took a statement,
said all the right things.

It wasn't your fault.

Was the incident
ever followed up?

Aye, the... the doctor took a
sample of the assailant's DNA.

No match on the system.

A few weeks, still
hadn't heard anything.

"No leads of any
substance," they said.

So I decided to drop the case.

You know, put what
happened behind me,

before it destroyed us.

And then you found
out you were pregnant?

I didn't tell anyone
what had happened.

But then the...

the faces of the people
that I grew up with,

well, it was like they
could see into my soul.

I felt dirty.

Culpable. That child would've
been a constant reminder.

I asked if I could hold him,
you know, for an hour or so.

And then they took him away.

I couldn't stay in Bentham,
not after what had happened.

So I... I moved here, met Neil,

had two more kids.

Money's tight, but we're good.

What do you do?

I'm a community nurse.

Neil drives a minicab.

You said Danny turned up
a few months ago. Yeah.

He... He found us
through social services.

Said that he wanted some answers.
She told him she wasn't interested.

Yeah, well, he pushed and pushed,
and in the end, the truth came out.

The rape.

What it did to me. Everything.

And how did Danny take it?

Seemed to push
him over the edge,

that this man was
somehow a part of him.

What's all this got
to do with his murder?

Danny called your
wife two weeks ago.

You hadn't broken off
contact completely.

We agreed,

no more contact.
It... It was finished.

It was just on the phone.

It was just a few
minutes, that's all.

He was still my son,

and I turned him away.

Maybe if I'd just been a
bit kinder, you know...

We could take another look
at the sexual assault case.

See if it throws
up any new leads.

Dragging it all back up?

We'd have to get clearance
from the original SIO.

Extenuating circumstances.

23 years, I've lived with this.

All I've ever wanted
is some closure.

What the hell were you thinking,
making that kind of promise?

The case was shelved. Forgotten.

Everything that happened to her,
just brushed under the carpet.

That was not your call to make.

There's a violent sex offender
who could still be out there.

You always stay objective.
You never get involved.

And how's that one
working out for you?

Hey! Just remember who
you're talking to, eh?

Six weeks, I've
been out of uniform.

Trying to earn my
place on that team.

The DCI, she's a
tough act to follow,

and she doesn't
cut you any slack.

Aye, she's infuriating.

But she's the best there is, and
she'll always have your back.

I'm sorry. I messed up.

Get in.

He said he was a minicab driver.

You see his car?

Grey paint.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking we should
run those plates.

VERA: Now, the night
your lad was killed,

did you drive home from the pub?

I'd had a few drinks.
Flagged down a cab.

So, how come you were
parked up with the van

next morning at
the wholesalers'?

Onions is insured to drive it.

Ah. Aye.

Restaurant orders,
home delivery boxes.

I picked it up from his place,

just before you told
me Danny was dead.

So, Danny and Leanne...

Did you know they were planning
on leaving together? Leaving?

Aye. Is that what
she told you?

Aye, no, they'd booked
tickets for that night.

Coach down to London.

HE SCOFFS

Danny was all talk.

Aye, he said he was meeting her.

He started bragging about
how hot she was for him,

you know, rubbing my face in it.

But I caught him that night,

he'd booked a hotel
room for them.

Well, they'd need
a hotel in London.

No, here, in town.

Which hotel was
this? I don't know.

And you didn't think it
was worth sharing this?

Well, I didn't want
to drop Leanne in it.

You know something like
that gets around the market.

So you were just looking
out for the lass?

Danny tells us to
go back to the flat

and not to wait up for him.

Did you drive the Meddon
van home that night?

Maybe.

You either did or you didn't.

I was over the limit, all right?

It was the only reason
I didn't tell you.

Well, you know what I think?

I think you found out your
best mate was leaving,

along with the lass
you were sweet on.

You weren't gonna let
that happen, were you?

You seriously think
that I killed him?

I think you've been lying
to me from the start.

Too busy pointing the
finger at Ian Headley.

Danny was still
my best friend...

..despite everything.

He was the only
friend I've ever had.

VERA CLAPS

Danny Meddon's last
known movements.

Now, according to
Owen Duggan - Onions -

Danny booked a Bentham
hotel room for the night,

bragging about taking
Leanne Barrie there.

But we know she was stood waiting
for him at that coach station,

unless she's lying an' all.

So, who was he with?

Hmm? Let's get his
photo out there, Kenny -

hotels, B&B. Let's
see if anyone bites.

Yes, ma'am.

I bought breakfast.

Oh, it's gonna take more
than a bacon roll, love.

Well, if you're not
hungry... Never said that.

Right, Steph, tell us how
you got on with Alison Rahim.

Well, about that, ma'am...
this is her cold case file,

and it makes for some
pretty grim reading.

Who asked you to pull that file?
I've cleared it with Bentham CID.

This case was investigated
and put on ice.

We should take another look.

Steph, could you
give us a minute?

In case you've forgotten,
you're not part of this team.

Well, maybe I can bring
something to this one.

Oh, I think you've brought
quite enough, don't you?

We put the DNA through the database
and go back through the evidence.

I thought we were supposed to be

prioritising our time
and our resources?

So I'm afraid I'm
gonna have to say no.

With respect, ma'am, I
don't need your permission.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sorry to interrupt, ma'am.

Those plates that you
wanted Tech to run, sir.

We can place Neil Rahim's
vehicle in Bentham

the night Danny murdered.

Right. I'm driving.

No sugar, please,
mate. No problem.

He'd been ringing up the house,
hanging up whenever I answered.

It's the only reason she told
us the truth in the first place,

she was worried I would
hear it from Danny.

Hey, that must've come
as a shock to hear,

finding out what had
happened to your missus.

I had a grown-up son
I knew nothing about.

Had you spoken to Danny
recently, Mr Rahim?

Alison was thinking of
meeting up with him again.

He'd been laying on the sob
story, pushing all her buttons.

So, what, you wanted
to warn him off?

Aye. Went down to see him at
the market, couple of weeks ago.

Told him to sling his hook?

Even offered to pay him off.

Cocky little scrote
just smirked at us.

And did your wife know this
meeting had taken place?

She's got no idea. It's the
reason I didn't tell you.

Now, the evening
Danny was killed,

were you out driving
your cab that night?

Would have been touting
for business in town,

quayside, big market. Get
most of my fares from there.

Pick up any fares for Bentham?

Not that I remember.

You sure about that?

Because your plates flagged
up only a few miles away

from where the lad was killed.

Now you mention it, I did pick
up a lass from the coach station.

Drove her out to
one of the villages.

Fourstones, I think.

That must be 20 miles away.

She was young.

She seemed upset
about something.

I wanted to make sure
she got home safe.

What happened to Alison,

something like that
stays with you.

There'll be a record on the satnav.
You can check with the cab office.

Oh, don't you worry,
love, we will.

Erm...

Danny told us he was close
to tracking him down.

Said he was gonna pay him back
for what he did to his mam.

What if Alison did know
her assailant's identity,

and Danny had tracked
down his real dad?

Gives us a motive
for wanting him dead.

Finds out he's adopted, his mam
the victim of a sexual assault.

That's enough to mess
with anyone's head.

A sexual offender about
to be named and shamed.

Nah!

She didn't name her assailant.
Didn't even see his face.

And the police didn't
pick up a single lead.

Now, the chances of that lad
finding anything were pretty slim.

Had you already looked
at that file, then?

Well, of course I bloody had.

PHONE RINGS

Kenny?

'I'm over at the Pendelton
Hotel in Bentham, ma'am.'

The receptionist recognised
a photograph of Danny.

He came here the night he died.

He went to a room
on the second floor.

'Was there anyone with
him? Hold on, Kenny.'

Right, go on.

'Well, not that she remembers.'

But I checked the
payment details,

and he used a card
registered to Milan Shah.

DOORBELL RINGS

I replied to a message
on a dating website,

we exchanged a few
details, agreed to meet.

So, to be clear, Mr Shah,

you were meeting
Danny Meddon for sex?

Look, he didn't have a
picture on his profile page,

wasn't even using his real name.

Well, plenty of chances
to have sent him packing.

Two more hotel
bookings in your name,

past six weeks.

You can see why I
couldn't tell you,

a man in my position.

Oh, we're not here
to judge you, love.

Just want the facts.

I thought he was out of my
league, and I liked the attention.

So, on the night in question, you
met the lad in that hotel room,

and we can hazard a guess
what you were up to.

Danny was already drunk
when he got there.

He'd been arguing with
his dad in the pub.

Oh, he was angry, wound up.

Yeah. Took me a while
to calm him down.

I believe you. According
to the hotel receptionist,

you were in that room
nearly two hours.

Even ordered a bottle
of wine. Mm-hm!

I left him passed
out on the bed.

And what time was this?

HE SCOFFS Must have
been around 11.

And then you drove
back to Meadowside

and got your missus
to cover for you.

If this gets out,
it will finish her.

Right, now listen up.

Mr Shah said he left Danny Meddon
passed out in that hotel room.

He's done nothing but
lie to us up to now,

but unless we can
prove otherwise...

Married man, closet case,
he'd been playing around.

And the lad had enough
on him to bury him.

Well, I went through his
wallet when he got booked in.

Found a petrol receipt
for the night in question.

It's for a garage on the
A-road just outside of Bentham.

Well, that's headed over
to where we found his body.

Well done, Mark!

Time on the receipt
says 11:25pm.

Right. Well, get over
to that petrol station,

let's see what that'll
give us. Ma'am.

That was the desk sergeant, ma'am.
Leanne Barrie's been arrested.

OFFICER: Mind your
head. Come on, this way.

Turn to your right, please.

Now to your left.

Shoplifting?

Just took a bit of make-up
from one of the stalls, like.

Ah, doesn't matter
what you stole, love.

It's still theft.
Why did you do it?

Well, we're going to
charge you. Sit down.

You'll have a record.

All for a bit of lippy.

DCI Stanhope interviewing
Leanne Barrie, 19:39.

Look, I know you've had a tough
time the last few days, love,

but do you think Danny
would've wanted any of this?

I don't care about Danny!

From the moment we met,
he'd been messing me around.

Now, if you've got
something to say

that might have a
bearing on his murder,

you need to tell me what it is.

OK.

How did his tablet come
to be in your possession?

He left it behind in
the pub that night.

That was something else
you shouldn't have taken.

I was just looking
after it for him.

So, if I'm gonna find
something on here,

you might just as well
tell me what it is.

I was scrolling through
some of his emails.

Yeah, his emails, yeah.

Yeah, cos Danny had signed
up to this heritage website

after he found out
he was adopted.

What, like a
family tree? Yeah.

You send them a swab, they
work out your DNA profile,

post you an update if
they find any matches.

I'd already done it.

So, why did you sign up?

A-level project.

Genetics and coding.

Wanted to find out
what I was made of.

So, when I'm going through
these emails - and I will -

what is it I'm gonna find?

You're going to find that...

..my dad isn't all he
was cracked up to be.

Danny was my brother.

Morning, ma'am.

Listen, you were right
about that cold case.

Now, walking home from
that Christmas do,

the night Alison was attacked,
that party was at Camley's.

Aye, she was working there
the same time as Alun Barrie.

Now, Leanne told us that she
and Danny had a connection.

Well, we know he
played the field.

So, why didn't he
try it on with her?

I tell you why,

because he'd found out
that Leanne was his sister.

And Alun Barrie was his dad?

He'd found his mam's rapist.

SIREN WAILS

Well, come on, come
on, look sharp.

Up there! Follow her up there.

Do the honours, Joe.

Alun Barrie, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of serious sexual assault.

1999, you were already working
at Camley's, weren't you?

Well, yes, you were.
We know you were.

And, erm... And Alison Rahim was
also working there at the same time.

Although you might remember
her as Alison Winslow.

Employed as a packer.

If you say so. That
was 23 year ago.

Name doesn't ring any bells.

Oh, you might remember the
Christmas party that year, 1999.

I'm assuming you were there.

Like I said, it was years ago.

Well, this is a statement
Alison gave to the police,

reporting that she'd
been sexually assaulted

on her way home from that party.

Yeah, some of it's a
bit hard to stomach,

but it's all there
in black and white.

We can give you some
time to read it.

Why would I wanna read it?

"I had no idea I
was being followed

"until he grabbed me by
the back of the neck,

"pushed me down
to the ground..."

I don't need to listen to this.

And these are the injuries she
sustained during that assault.

I'd like you look at
them, please, sir.

Did you know your daughter
was arrested yesterday?

What? Aye.

Stealing some make-up
from one of the stalls.

Her DNA profile was
added to our database.

You can't do that.

Ah, it's just normal
procedure, love.

And it's good for
us that we did.

Because this here... is
your daughter's profile.

And this is the profile
of Alison's assailant.

And they're a familial match.

Which is all the evidence
that we need to charge you.

See, DNA doesn't lie, love.

23 years, you've been waiting
for a knock at the door,

and Danny Meddon
tracks you down.

What's he got to do with it?

Ah, that poor lad who was killed

just a couple of
miles from your house.

Now, we know you'd
warned him off,

didn't want him anywhere
near your daughter.

Danny Meddon was bad news.

Oh, aye. But not in
the sense you mean.

It was worse than that, love.

Because Alison Rahim, the
lass you sexually assaulted,

was his mam.

Danny Meddon was your son.

No.

No way.

That why you killed him?

Cos he was about to expose
you for what you really are?

What? This is ridiculous.

Now you're saying I'd
murder my own child?

Well, you violently
assaulted his mam,

beat her black and blue,

left her like a bag of rubbish
at the side of the road.

I think you're
capable of anything.

KATHY: So...

who is she, this... this
woman, who's come forward?

Now, I can't tell you
that, not at this stage.

I think, at least,
you owe me her name.

She was a colleague
of your husband's.

She worked at
Camley's for a while.

Leanne must not know anything
about this so-called rape.

She's going to find
out soon enough, love.

What?

Danny knew what he'd done.

Leanne, you don't need
to hear any of this.

He found out his dad was
a rapist. Our dad! Enough!

I'm sorry, love.

He didn't even care
about me. He set us up.

He was just using
me to get to my dad.

Well, why did he
leave it so long?

Why wouldn't he say
something sooner?

Maybe he was trying
to protect her.

We think Danny was headed here
on the night he was murdered

for a confrontation
with your husband.

And you... And you
think Alun killed him?

He had everything to lose, pet.

There you go.

So, talk to me.

I'm worried we're shooting
ourselves in the foot here.

You don't think Alun
Barrie killed him?

No, I'm starting to think
maybe he didn't know

Danny had identified him.

It's a bit of a U-turn.

Well, we know he
couldn't stand the lad,

but he'd no idea the little
scrote was about to do a flit

with his daughter.

And I'd lay money he didn't know
Danny was having a covert romp

in that hotel with Milan Shah.

The chances of them
meeting on that road...

And the look on his face when
we told him who Danny was.

More surprised than we were.

So, if he was in the dark about
being the lad's biological father...

Where's his motive
for wanting him dead?

Apart from the fact
he hates his guts.

Aye, so, now, what
does your gut tell you?

It tells me that
there's more to this.

Reminds me of the day that
we scattered Hector's ashes.

How long ago was that now?

Well, it's 13 years.

I know people think
I'm stuck in my ways,

but I've adapted as a copper.

Moved with the times.

Anything to get the job done.

I mean, that's why I'm still around.
Don't get anywhere standing still.

HE SIGHS

My dad's dying.

Vascular dementia.

That's the reason
I took this gig.

How long's he got?

I don't know.

A few months, if we're lucky.

It's getting to the point
where he forgets who I am.

Hey, I'm sorry, love.

You know, I always wanted
to bring the kids up here.

I followed the work and
lost sight of what matters.

Francesca. She's your youngest.

You remembered her name! Yeah.

After the mother-in-law,
wasn't it?

Hard to forget that one.

HE CHUCKLES

Come on.

Ma'am, we've got the CCTV
from that petrol station.

You might want to have a look.

So, that's Milan Shah's Range Rover
pulling up at one of the pumps.

Someone else with him.

Yeah, who is it?

Can you zoom in on that?

Danny Meddon.

On the night Danny
Meddon was killed,

contrary to what you told us,
you left that hotel together.

Because we've got you both caught
on camera, in your vehicle,

at a garage not a mile from
where we found his body.

I said I'd drive him home. It
was late. He'd been drinking.

Now you're arguing here.
What was that about?

I...

I told him I wanted
to end things.

The affair, the dodgy scams.

Barrow boy charm
wearing thin, was it?

Look, Danny set me up.

He was playing me.

CLICKS HER TONGUE

So, what was it, wanted
the debt written off?

The money his dad owed in rent?

Even demanded their
old pitch back.

And if he didn't
get what he wanted?

He threatened to tell
Basma everything.

I told him I wouldn't
give in to blackmail.

So, he jumped out and
started walking down...

down one of the lanes.

And then you started your
car and followed him.

You ran that lad down and
you left him for dead.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Ma'am, a word?

Danny Meddon was trash.

I wasn't gonna let him ruin
everything I'd worked for.

This better be important.

The fragment of headlight
we found at the crime scene,

we narrowed down to
a model of vehicle.

What, you cracked the code?

VW Golf, 17 plate.

He drives a white Range Rover.

Well, that doesn't stack up.

The chances are,
it rules him out.

Unless...

Those stallholders were out on
a birthday dinner that night,

weren't they? They all
signed a statement.

Maybe we missed someone.

Get Steph to run
another ANPR check,

any plates that
match the new intel.

And let me know as soon
as you find anything.

Thank you. Thanks, love.

Hey, have you got
a minute, love?

Oh, I heard you
arrested Milan Shah.

Ah, now, you know I
can't comment on that.

Well, news travels
fast in the market.

Yes, I'll bet.

Now there's just something I
need to check with you, love.

Well, of course, if I can help.

Now, his wife, Basma, tells us
that she and Milan were at home

all evening, the night
that Danny was killed.

But I don't think she's
being straight with us.

No, she's not being
straight with you.

I don't know what he was doing,

but she was out with us
at the birthday dinner.

And what time did she
leave the restaurant?

Must've been around 11.

You sure about that?

Well, she needed to
get home before he did,

otherwise there'd
have been hell to pay.

Thanks, love.

Talk to me, Steph!

'We got a hit with
a vehicle that fits.

'We can place it in the
vicinity of the crime scene.'

It's a grey-coloured Golf.

'Is it registered to Milan
Shah's address?' Yes, it is.

Steph, I need back-up
over at Meadowside Estate.

And, Joe, I'll meet you there.

BELL RINGS

Mrs Shah.

I called, rang the bell.

I've been putting
it off, the garden.

It's always best to
stay on top of things.

Your husband's being questioned

in connection with
Danny Meddon's murder.

He's been in custody for hours
now. Are you not concerned?

SHE SIGHS

I shouldn't have lied for him.

Milan can be very persuasive.

Your husband didn't
kill Danny Meddon.

And we know all about
his little secret.

I always hated this house.

Soulless and draughty.

No-one ever comes to visit.

Ah, well, you missed yer mates,
fancied a night out on the town.

He told us he'd be back late,

some business with the
stallholder committee.

See you tomorrow!

'Just an hour, I thought.

'It's not as if he'd ever know.'

One for the road? I..
I'd better get back.

All right, love.
Right. I'll call youse!

'I said goodbye to Carol,
headed to the car.'

He called us to tell us
he was on his way home.

And you were parked
up in Burn Street,

behind the Pendelton Hotel.

Is that where you
saw the pair of them?

MILAN: Danny! Danny! Wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

OK, look, it's late,
you've had a lot to drink.

Let me just...

Come on, it's me.

It's fine.

VERA: And there's you,
keeping up appearances,

locked up out of harm's
way while he's carrying on.

With Gaynor's lad, to boot.

Danny Meddon liked
to play games.

'He didn't care about
the consequences,

'people he was hurting,
lives he might be ruining.

'I followed them to the garage.

'Saw Danny leaving,
Milan driving away.'

Ah, so you saw your chance
to put an end to things, hmm?

I thought maybe if
I went after Danny,

I might be able to
make him see sense,

or confront him, warn him off.

That didn't work out so well.

'I was driving too fast. He
was weaving all over the road.'

THUD

After I hit him, I
slammed on the brakes.

Sat there, shaking.

Couldn't take my hands
off the steering wheel.

I could see him in the mirror,
lying in the middle of the bridge.

All I could hear was the river.

WATER FLOWS

I could see he was already dead.

So you just got in
your car and drove off?

Aye. I panicked.

I... I wasn't thinking straight.

Except it wasn't an
accident, was it, love?

You had every intention
of running that lad down.

You wanted him dead, and
you just walked away.

It was payback.

He deserved everything he got.

You left him to
die on that bridge,

and drove home to your
lying, cheating husband.

We could have put
it all behind us.

The problem had gone away.

A new start.

Well, I think we both know
that was never going to happen.

Mr Shah...

we've charged your wife
with Danny Meddon's murder,

and you'll also be charged with
perverting the course of justice.

I owed her that much, after
everything I put her through.

Oh, that doesn't
excuse anything, love.

You know, I...

I...

I was ready to tell Basma
everything that night.

Yeah, I rehearsed it in
my head a thousand times.

I couldn't let her
hear it from Danny.

But when I got back from
Bentham, she wasn't at home,

so I sat down and waited.

And I heard her key in the door.

She'd been out with some
friends from the market.

Thought I'd be angry
for catching her out.

She was trembling.

Almost recoiled
when I touched her.

Well, that's hardly surprising,

after what she'd seen,
what she'd just done.

She... She checked her car
into the garage the next day.

They billed me for
a broken headlight.

Ah, so that's when you
realised she'd killed him?

She must have known
I had my suspicions.

Cos when I told her
I needed an alibi...

..she didn't even ask me why.

Hiya.

No Onions today? Nah. Given
him a bit of time off.

Well, I thought
you'd like to know,

we've charged Basma Shah
with your son's murder.

I heard.

Suppose it'll all come
out, what Danny was up to?

I expect it will, love.

He was still my son.

Tony, this is Alison Rahim.

Right. What can I get you, love?

She's Danny's birth mother.

I asked Inspector Stanhope
if it might be OK to drop by.

Just to talk.

Oh, you're busy, sorry, I...

No.

I can get someone
to mind the stall.

We can grab a
coffee, if you like?

Yeah. Be nice.

Can you just...? Aye.

Thanks for coming. No,
thanks for seeing me.

DCI Stanhope!

CHATTER

I thought you'd be packed
up and gone by now.

Nah, a few loose ends
I needed to sort out.

Ah, well, I'll look forward
to those recommendations.

No need to lose any sleep.

Me, on the other hand,

with everything that's going on
with my dad, I'll not be going far.

Well, erm... if
you like, maybe...

maybe I could pull a few
strings, get a place on the team.

I mean, just something to
tide you over, if that's...

I'm a DI now, boss.

Aye, and don't we know it!

Ma'am, someone put
these on my desk.

Oh, Carol insisted, Kenny.

Thought you could
do with a new pair.

It'd have to be on my terms.

Long as you remember
who's in charge.

All right, I'll give
it some thought.

Actually, ma'am, I'm a large.

Oh, that's too much
information, Kenny!

THEY CHUCKLE

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