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[ Cellphone ringing ]

-Hello?

-Mrs. Sak. DC Slaymaker.

-Look, what's happening?

-We're still waiting on toxicology results.

Um, that's why I'm calling.

In order to run the tests, some body parts had to be removed.

Do you want 'em disposed of

or have them put back with the body?

It's a question we have -- we have to ask.

It's entirely up to you.

-Oh, my God. For fuck's sake.

-What the bloody hell's going on?

-[ Sobbing ] -What? What happened?

-Hello? I'm Sarah's sister.

What is it? What's going on?

-God, it is disgusting.

-I need to know what she wants to do with the parts

which were removed from Anthony's body for the tests.

The, uh...

The lab can dispose of 'em,

but some cultures require them to be put back with the body

before being returned to the relatives.

It's a question we have to ask.

-There's a way of asking.

-Tell him I don't care what he does with 'em!

I just want my son home!

-I hope you heard that!

-Yes, I did. Thank you.

[ Receiver hangs up ]

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[ Knocks on door ]

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-All right, neighbour?

-Yeah, late finish, but I saw you were in.

I did want a quick word, actually.

I still can't get my head 'round it.

-'Round what?

-Gabriel.

Going back to Slovakia, just taking ill, dying.

I mean, I know he looked in need of a good meal.

But he didn't look sick.

-Or a case of what he wasn't he telling us, I think.

-How do you mean?

-Well, could have been incubating something nasty,

didn't want us to know about.

And if he was, he should have told me,

instead of bringing his germs into my flat.

[ Television playing indistinctly ]

-Did you and he get on?

-Why would you ask that?

-Well, that time you brought him 'round,

you let on he found you intimidating.

-That's a first.

Do I intimidate you?

-Well, no, but I know you, Stephen.

-Yeah.

Know what a complete knob I am, eh?

-Did you and he ever...

-Nah.

He looked fit on the website, but in person, no chemistry.

One time, I said, uh,

I thought he looked like he needed a cuddle,

but he wouldn't get into bed.

Some of these are all right.

[ Laptop buttons clicking ]

-Not really my scene.

-No?

-What's that? -What's what?

-On there.

Didn't know you were into that shit.

-Only when I, uh...

inject a bit of extra fun into the action.

-What's Seville got that Gravesend hasn't?

-Um, well, sunshine.

We got sunshine-

-You mean fog and drizzle. What else?

-It's got nightlife.

Clubs! Bars! Restaurants.

-We got bars and restaurants.

-Stinking boozers and greasy kebab shops don't count.

-Okay, okay, when we've bought a place of our own, married,

then we can save up for a little hideaway in Seville.

-Or Barcelona, or Lisbon, or Paris.

World's our lobster, isn't it?

-Oi! Give it back!

-Catch!

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-I still think we should look at Sevenoaks.

Be handy for my work,

and if your boss does open his place there...

Dan?

-Mmm?

-What you doing?

-Nothing.

-I'm trying to talk to you about something that's important.

That's if buying a place together

is still important to you?

-Yeah. Course it is.

-More than messaging other people?

-I'm not -- I'm not messaging other people.

-Well, what are you doing, then?

-Just texting work, see if he needs me evenings next week.

Is that okay?

Ricky, why are you being touchy?

-I'm not touchy.

Just...

I just wanna make sure you're still committed.

-To buying a place together? -To us.

-Of course I am.

Hey.

Hey, of course I am, you idiot.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

-Hurricanes often fall as atmospheric disturbances...

-Sami, come on!

Your train's in twenty minutes.

-Coming!

Hate this.

-What? -You here.

Me Essex.

Not for much longer, yeah?

-I can't move now, Sami.

I've changed my mind.

I want to stay.

-Stay till when?

-Well, I dunno.

Can't even think about moving 'til I get Anthony home.

-But if you here, I Essex.

I'm your husband. My job is to take care of you.

-Yeah, I understand love, but it feels wrong.

Anthony bloody hated Hull, but it was his home.

Anyway, I need to --

I need to be here to look after him, too.

-He doesn't speak to you.

Act like you don't exist.

Come 'round from work, eat meal, sit miserable by TV.

No "thanks", no nothing.

I'm just taking Sami to the station, love.

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-Hi, it's Dan.

Just leave a message and I'll get back to you soon as I can.

[ Answering machine beeps ]

-Hey, it's me. Where are you?

Have you missed the last train or what?

Just let me know, will you?

[ Motorcycle engines revving ]

[ Sighs ]

-Hi, it's Dan.

Just leave a message and I'll get back to you soon as I can.

[ Answering machine beeps ]

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-Police, how can I help?

-I'd like to report someone as missing, please.

-Off you go, Max.

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[ Max barking ]

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[ Doorbell rings ]

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-Ricky Waumsley?

[ Door closes ]

Sorry to tell you we've received information

Daniel was found dead earlier this morning.

-[ Laughs ]

-Where?

How?

-He's been found hanged

in a churchyard in Barking.

-Hanged?

-It would appear so.

We don't really have any more detail.

Because of where it happened, it's being dealt with by the Met,

Barking and Dagenham.

-Sarah.

You alright? -Yeah, you?

-Have you got time for a coffee?

-Yeah.

-Got a call from Slaymaker.

I chased him again, about the malicious texts.

I says to him, "You must have ways of

tracing telephone numbers?"

But he said he's passed it on to Hull police.

So I've just been down there now.

They just seem to think that it's a...

some weirdo, not to do with this Joe Dean

or anybody who even knew what happened to Anth.

-Maybe they're right, Tom.

-I just keep thinking that if...

Well, if that's what he really thought about us before he died,

you know, have we really fucked him up?

-We can't let ourselves think like that.

-You know, when we got back together that second time,

when he was fourteen, he -- he was made up.

I mean, if we had stayed a family,

he might not even have left Hull.

-That's bollocks. -Got involved in that daft

Uni stuff, messing around with lads.

-Oh, bloody hell. What, you think that turned him gay?

-I don't know. -That is bullshit!

-Is it? -It is absolute bullshit.

And it takes two people to screw up a marriage.

So don't you lay what happened to Anthony at my door.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

-Hello?

-Ricky Waumsley?

-Yeah. -My name's DC Slaymaker.

I'm calling from Barking and Dagenham CID.

Um, I believe you had a visit from the local police?

-Yeah, they were just here. -Right, so --

so you're aware of the situation regarding Daniel?

-All they told me was that he'd hung himself.

-Uh, hung himself? -In a churchyard in Barking.

-There's obviously been some crossed wires here.

He wasn't found hanged. -What?

Uh, investigations are still ongoing,

but it appears to be an overdose.

-An overdose? -Yes. Drugs.

-Then why -- why tell me that -- that he'd been found hanged?

-I've no idea how that misunderstanding has arisen.

-Rafael, hi. -Hi.

-Uh, listen, I'm sorry to bother you again,

but I just wanted to check -- have you heard about Gabriel?

-Yeah.

The, uh -- the police spoke to his brother.

He had to fly to London to identify him.

-Do you have any idea how he died?

-No.

His brother said that the police

are still investigating, um...

But I did find this friend on Gab's Facebook

called John Luck.

-John Luck? -I messaged him.

I think he's the guy that, uh.

Gab went to stay with after he left you.

He didn't know that Gab had died.

He said that they spent two nights together, um,

and then he left with some guy called Dan.

And then yesterday, the police called to say

that another body had been found in the cemetery.

-Fuck! Another?

-And the dead guy's name is Daniel.

-Jesus.

[ Telephone ringing ]

-Barking and Dagenham CID.

How can I help?

-Hello, my name is John Pape.

Is this the office dealing with the death of Gabriel Kovari?

-It is. -Yes.

Uh, I understand another body's been found

in the graveyard in Barking.

Um, guy called Daniel.

Can you tell me any more about it?

-Are you next-of-kin? -No.

But I knew Gabriel Kovari.

He stayed at my flat for a while.

Sorry, I can't give details unless you're next of kin.

-Just hold on. Hold on.

There was another death, last June.

Uh, Anthony Walgate.

He was found in a nearby street.

Now, three young men found dead so close together,

it -- it just seems very suspicious.

-I can assure you none are being investigated

as suspicious deaths.

Thank you for your call, sir.

Goodbye.

[ Call ends ]

-Uh, You've been friends with Daniel for some years, then?

-Um, we're...

We were in a long-term relationship.

-Was it an open relationship?

-No.

No way.

-You weren't aware of Daniel seeing other men?

-Why are you asking me that?

-We're trying to establish why he might have chosen

to take his own life.

-You said there was a suicide note.

-We're still examining it.

So, as far as you're concerned,

it was a monogamous relationship?

-Yeah.

-He didn't use, uh, gay dating apps at all?

Grindr, Bender, and so on?

-Not that I know.

-Was he into more extreme sexual practices?

-What? -I'm not being judgmental.

But obviously, I'm aware that some gay men

like to explore their sexuality beyond normal limits.

-I'm not discussing our sex life.

-I don't want to pry -- -Then don't.

It's private.

-What about drugs? Did he use 'em?

-We sh-- shared a spliff once in Amsterdam.

Made us both feel sick.

-You weren't aware of him using G?

-What's G?

-GHB.

You must know what that is?

-S-Sorry, I don't.

-A drug that's commonly used by gay men.

-I'm sorry, gay men aren't all the same.

I've never heard of it.

-It's used to heighten sexual experience,

also suppresses inhibitions.

But it's also dangerous.

It's very, very easy to overdose.

-Are you saying that Daniel used this drug to kill himself?

-It's certainly looking that way, yes.

We'll have to wait on toxicology results to be sure.

Have you got a sample of Daniel's handwriting,

so we can compare it to the suicide note?

Um...

[ Sniffling ]

Will that do? -Yeah, thanks.

Uh, one more thing.

Did Daniel have a friend called Gabriel?

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-What was he doing in Barking?

-Maybe he wasn't as happy with me as I thought.

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-He was here, apparently.

Leaning against this wall.

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-Is this where he took the overdose?

-That's our working assumption.

-How did he get here?

-Walked, I assume.

-Can't you check CCTV?

-I'm not sure there's any

that'll help us with what happened here.

And we do have other indicators, such as the suicide note.

-So, can I see it?

-I'm afraid it's not possible for you to see it, Mr. Waumsley.

-Why not?

-We can only show it to the next-of-kin.

-Fuck's sake, I'm Daniel's partner!

-Nonetheless, that's the protocol we have to abide by.

-You have no idea what Daniel meant to me.

-If you'd like to come with us,

Mr. Whitworth, we'll show you the note.

-No. No. No. No. -Can't I?

-You're a stepmother to the deceased?

-Yeah.

-[ Sighs ] Seeing as you're -- as you're not next of kin,

I'm afraid the answer's no.

-His-- His birth mother's dead.

Mand-- Mandy was a mother to Daniel!

-You have to let me.

Adam can't possibly do something like that on his own.

-"I am sorry to everyone, mainly my family,

but I can't go on anymore,

I took the life of my friend Gabriel.

We was just having some fun at a mate's place,

and I got carried away and gave him another shot of G.

I didn't notice while we was having sex

that he had stopped breathing.

I blame myself for what happened.

I hope he will forgive me.

BTW -- Please do not blame the guy

I was with last night.

We only had sex, then I left.

He knows nothing of what I have done.

I have taken what G I have left with sleeping pills,

so if it does kill me, it's what I deserve.

Feeling dizzy now, as took ten min ago,

so hoping you understand my writing.

I dropped my phone on way here,

so it should be in the grass somewhere.

Sorry to everyone.

Love always, Daniel P.W."

-Let's get this clear.

Daniel gave a friend some drug, um, had sex with him,

but it was too much and he died. -That's correct.

The body of the young man in question -- a Gabriel Kovari --

was found in exactly the same spot

as Daniel around three weeks ago.

-And -- And then Daniel felt so guilty,

he's, he's come here and taken his own life?

-Apparently using the same drug.

A bottle of GHB was found beside him.

-And -- And what's that?

-Uh, it's a -- it's a sedative drug.

Ask Ricky. He'll know.

-That note doesn't sound like Daniel.

The -- The words he'd use --

-Yeah, he doesn't mention any of us.

Adam, Ricky.

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-I've already told them. I'd never heard of GHB.

-I still couldn't tell if that handwriting was his.

Could you?

-No.

-And that thing about "don't blame the guy

I was with last night" -- well, who was that?

-What's it matter, Mandy?

He's dead.

All these questions aren't gonna bring him back.

We'll just have to try and accept it.

-How am I ever gonna do that?

It's one thing to be told he's killed himself,

another to find out he's been meeting

some random guy for sex...

...but to -- but to hear he could be responsible

for killing someone else...

[ Sniffles ]

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[ Door opens ]

-Can I help, sir?

-I'm on bail.

Need to report monthly. -Okey dokey.

I'll need some details and an autograph.

-No worries.

-Got a date for trial yet?

-Not yet.

They said it could be months.

-So, name and address, please.

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Cheers.

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-Leave it, love.

Stop torturing yourself.

-I can't help it, Kate.

I still haven't told Tom about Anth doing his schoolwork.

Bad enough him finding out he was gay.

-Bloody hell.

-What? What is it?

-They found another body.

-Hey? -Look, same place.

Daniel Whitworth.

-"Police said enquiries are still ongoing,

but there appears to be no suspicious circumstances."

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-Wondered why you hadn't dropped by lately.

-Oh, no special reason.

-Thought maybe it was after you...

spotted that gear in my gaff.

Thought you might be a bit miffed.

-Well, listen, what other people get up to is their own business.

I'm just not into any of that.

-Totally respect you for it.

It's just, uh... It's jut occasional use.

-You're not dealing, then?

There was a fat bit of it.

-Uh, no, no, I never deal.

If I had a go-between, and he wanted to,

then I might share.

Sort of, uh, enhances the experience, you know?

-Right.

-Still mates, then?

Haven't got many.

They're all homophobes at work.

I like to think that I haven't driven you away.

We still good?

-Yeah, still good.

-Cool.

Look what I picked up an hour ago.

Hmm?

And now, for the collection. Huh.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

-Hello?

-Mrs. Sak, it's DC Slaymaker.

We've finally got the toxicology results back for Antony.

-How many more fucking times?

It's Anthony.

He's lost everything else. At least give him his name!

-The tests do confirm the presence of GHB in his body.

-So, he has been murdered then, hasn't he?

-Mrs. Sak -- -Look, I told you,

Anthony doesn't do drugs, only poppers.

So someone has given him that drug, haven't they?

-All the evidence suggests he's -- he's taken this drug,

he's misjudged the amount, and died as a consequence.

-He wouldn't do that.

And since he died, there's two more bodies

found in the same area.

-One of which was a suspected drug overdose,

the other is a -- is a probable suicide.

We've found nothing to link those deaths

to -- to that of your son.

And I haven't rung you to argue the toss, Mrs. Sak.

I'm calling to give you the results.

-So, does this mean I can finally get Anthony home?

-Yes. Yes, it does.

I'll get someone to call with the arrangements.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

-Right. Gentlemen.

-Paul?

Come on, lad.

Hey.

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-♪ It's all about you ♪

♪ It's all about you, baby ♪

♪ It's all about you ♪

♪ It's all about you ♪

♪ Yesterday, you asked me something ♪

♪ I thought you knew ♪

♪ So, I told you with a smile ♪

♪ It's all about you ♪

♪ Then you whispered in my ear ♪

♪ And you told me, too ♪

♪ Said you'd make my life worthwhile ♪

♪ It's all about you ♪

-You all knew Anthony, so you'll not need to ask

why I chose that song to open this service.

You already know that, for Anthony, life really was

"all about him".

He was an opinionated, impetuous, impulsive,

outrageous, little sod.

He could start an argument in an empty room.

He was a prince of fashion, in his opinion, anyway.

A hypochondriac, hater of flowers, lover of bees,

an all-round nuisance, and a walking disaster...

but I wouldn't have had him any other way.

Some people might want to make moral judgements

about the way he lived his life.

But I never did, and I never would.

Nothing he did could ever stop me loving him.

I loved him with all my heart.

And I know you all did too.

So sorry.

And if the -- oh, sorry. And if the way he has left us

has left pain and grief,

let's not allow that to take away from the memories

that we will keep in our hearts forever.

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-At least he's home now.

-Yeah.

-I wanted grandkids.

-Well, Anth would never have given you them, would he?

-It's all right for you. You've still got a son.

-Don't, Tom.

-Paul thinks of you like a dad.

I know.

I'm not proud of how I'm feeling.

-Well, don't say it, then.

-Come on, love.

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-Come on, eh?

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-This one.

Go on.

[ Vehicle departs ]

-So, at last, we can put a face to a name.

How long have you been our Liaison Officer?

-Hull's a long way from Barking.

-What, and our son's life's not worth the train fare?

So, what's all this about?

-There've been some developments.

A 29-year-old man is due to appear in court

over matters relating to Anthony's death.

-Who?

-Uh, his name's, uh -- his names Stephen Port.

He lived in the flat outside which Anthony's body was found.

-This is the fella you told us had lied to you?

-Yes.

He's the man Anthony met for sex.

-So is this that "Joe Dean"?

-Yes.

He says Anthony bought drugs with him,

died of an accidental overdose in his bed,

and that he panicked and moved his body outside the flat.

-So this Port's basically pulled the wool over your eyes?

-It wasn't me that took that first statement.

But yes, he-- he's certainly gave us a misleading account.

-"A misleading account"?

He's lied through his fucking teeth!

-How do you know he's telling the truth now?

-If from what you've told us,

Port is saying that Anthony took his own drugs.

He would never do that!

Port has given him it!

-That's not what he's told us.

I don't give a shit what he told you!

-Have you asked him about those malicious texts?

-We've found nothing to link him to those.

-Well, it seems bloody dodgy to me.

-Anthony's been forced to take this drug and then raped.

He's been given too much and he's died.

And that in my book says murder.

-That's not what we're saying.

-Yeah, well, I am, and I'll go on saying it

while there's a hole in my arse.

That's what's happened.

-Look, at the end of the day, there were two people involved,

and one of 'em's dead.

We're never gonna know exactly what happened.

-Well, I bloody need to!

And if it was your son, you'd need to!

And why has it taken so long to tell us all this?

-It's -- It's taken this long to get to court.

-You mean because you know it'll all come out in court.

That's why you're here!

Jesus!

-So when's he in court?

I want to be there.

-Monday.

-This Monday? It's Friday afternoon.

-And I've got an assessment on Monday.

I'll get sacked if I don't turn up.

-I'm a supervisor. I can't take time off work like that,

at a moment's notice. -Look, look, I wouldn't worry.

The -- The outcome's not in doubt.

He's pleading guilty.

The only question is -- is what sentence he gets.

And we'll inform you of that.

-Like you've kept us informed of everything else so far?

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-That's him. That's the bastard.

I tell you.

-Oh, God, it is.

Looks nothing like his photo.

-So, did he wear a wig then?

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[ Cellphone ringing ]

-Hiyah. -I just see the bastard.

The police tell you he 29.

He is more like 40.

They tell you shit all time. -Okay, just keep calm

and concentrate on what they say.

-Okay. Okay. I call you.

-Mr. Port fully acknowledges

that he was wrong not to have told the truth

about the circumstances of Anthony Walgate's death

in the first place.

Your honour, Mr. Port has led an industrious,

law-abiding life.

He represents a low risk of re-offending.

He was obviously very shocked when he realised

that Anthony Walgate had passed away

and committed the offence through utter panic.

-Can you explain why he panicked?

-Well, he was afraid that he might be blamed

for what had happened to Mr. Walgate.

Just as importantly, he was concerned

that others might learn of his sexuality.

He works in a bus garage.

It's an environment where homosexuality

isn't readily tolerated.

He was afraid of his workmates, and indeed, the wider community,

finding out and being bullied in consequence.

So he did the only thing, Your Honour,

that he could think of to protect himself

from public exposure and vilification,

by moving the body outside of his premises.

-Which clearly misled and impeded

the police investigation.

-But, Your Honour, my client did nothing else

to impede the investigation.

He -- He didn't cause suspicion to fall on anybody else,

or seek to prevent the body from being discovered.

In view of his previous exemplary good character,

I hope Your Honour will not feel it necessary

to impose a custodial sentence today.

-Eight month!

Eight fucking month!

-You're kidding. -Port is liar.

I tell you this.

I listen to bullshit he say

and I think he killed our Anthony for sure.

This not justice.

It's a joke.

In Turkey, a man like this wouldn't even make it to court.

Someone kill him first.

I tell you this, when he gets out of prison

I find him and I deal with him.

Don't say things like that, Sami!

-Why not? -Because it doesn't help me!

Haven't I got enough to deal with

without you making threats like that?

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-The interested persons to this inquest

are the family of Mr. Kovari.

Unfortunately, they reside overseas

and haven't been able to attend the inquest hearing.

We will, however, hear from Mr. John Pape,

who was his landlord for a few weeks before his death.

-Madam, my name is Rolf Shamberger.

At the time of the investigation,

I was an Acting Detective Inspector.

I also was an investigating officer

who had oversight of the case.

-Could you tell me what was found

when police officers first attended the scene?

-As with any death,

the officers would have looked for signs of a struggle.

But the officers found no sign of that.

No injuries or suspicious circumstances.

-And what about CCTV checks?

-CCTV enquiries were carried out.

So, uh, Barking town centre does have a fair amount of CCTV,

as does the church.

But unfortunately, none of these cameras that were viewed

provided us with any footage that could help us in this case.

-Were you able to examine the clothes

that Gabriel was wearing to see if there was any DNA on Daniel?

-Unfortunately not.

Um, by the time I took overall charge of the enquiry,

Gabriel's body had been repatriated to Slovakia

and his clothing had been lost.

-Thank you.

Mr. Pape, as Gabriel's family are not here

and you are a friend of his,

I regard you as an interested person.

Do you have any questions for the police officer?

-Yes, I do.

In the June preceding Gabriel and Daniel Whitworth's death,

a 23-year-old male was found

dead quite close to the cemetery.

Was it even considered that there might be any link to that?

Surely, it's too coincidental,

three unexplained deaths in such close proximity.

-I wasn't involved in that investigation but, um,

I don't believe there was any connection made.

-But if what I'm saying is more than coincidental,

then surely there's cause for serious concern

because it might happen again?

-Since the only possible witness is dead,

I do not have any reliable evidence upon which to determine

the events which lead to Gabriel's death.

On that basis, the only conclusion I can reach

is an open verdict.

This inquest is now concluded.

We'll take a short break now, and then I will open the inquest

into the death of Daniel Whitworth.

Was the note that was found on Daniel's person

shown to family members?

-Yes, it was.

-And did they recognise the writing as being Daniel's?

-Yes, they did.

It was done by the family liaison officer.

-Daniel says in the note that there was someone

he was with the previous night.

Were you able to trace that person?

-Yes. We carried out some work around Daniel's mobile phone.

We didn't have the physical phone.

That was never found.

But there was cell site analysis carried out,

which did not provide any leads as to who that person was.

-There weren't any unrecognised numbers?

-None that helped us to identify

exactly who Daniel was with that night.

-The pathologist noticed some bruising

in the armpit regions of Daniel's chest.

And he commented that this may have occurred

as a result of manual handling of the deceased,

most likely prior to death.

Were you able to exclude any suspicious circumstances

around this bruising?

-Well with no witnesses and no CCTV, we've not been able

to establish exactly how Daniel ended up there.

-So, you weren't able to exclude the possibility of him

having been moved to the place he was found?

-No, we couldn't.

-The pathologist also commented

that examination of the bed sheet

he was wrapped in should be made.

Was that done?

-No, it wasn't.

-And why was that?

-The circumstances indicated that no other parties

were involved.

-I do have concerns surrounding Daniel's death

which have not been answered by the police investigation.

I therefore cannot say beyond reasonable doubt

that he voluntarily took his own life.

I also cannot say that I am satisfied

he was unlawfully killed.

So the only conclusion left available to me

is an open verdict.

I am sorry to the family that I haven't been able

to reach a firm conclusion around Daniel's death.

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-Is this supposed to make us feel better?

Just more and more questions and no answers?

If you lot had done your job properly in the first place,

we might have had some. -And some of it was just wrong.

We never said we recognised Daniel's handwriting.

We said it might be his, but we couldn't be sure.

-Why -- Why didn't you get it professionally analysed?

-Why did you never ask why the note was in a plastic sleeve?

I mean, if someone was gonna kill themselves,

why would they bother to do that?

-Look, the coroner's reached her conclusion.

-Which is that she can't say if Daniel killed himself,

or if someone else killed him!

-How do you think that leaves us feeling?

-Not great, I'm sure.

But I'm afraid that's the end of the story.

There's no way my governors would sanction

any further investigations.

-It's just -- It's just a joke.

You're all a fucking joke.

-Come on. [ Sobs ]

-Sarah.

Sarah.

Kate, where is Sarah?

-She's having a shower.

-I text her from train six times.

No answer.

-I told you I had a late finish and to get a taxi home.

-Don't care about that.

But you should answer my text.

-I can't answer every single one.

-Oh, this is crazy.

You here. Me Essex.

Like, this is not a way for our life.

-Don't -- Don't start on all that again.

I am not leaving Hull. -But you need care, protection.

-There's nothing you can do to protect me, Sami!

The worst has already happened to me, hasn't it?

I've lost my child!

If you want to know the truth, I don't care,

I don't fucking care what happens to me.

-Don't swear at me, woman! -Don't tell me what to do!

-It not respectful to your husband!

-Do I look like I've got a fuckin' tea-towel on me head?

-What? -I'm not Muslim!

We don't have to obey our husbands in this country!

-You never say this before.

You always say it make no difference I Muslim.

-You just need to let me find my own way through this, Sami.

And if you can't do that, then I suppose we go our separate ways.

-That honestly what you think?

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[ Door opens, closes ]

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-There you are, ladies.

Lunchtime.

Here you are.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Scoffs ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

-Hi.

-Cappuccino with chocolate, one sugar?

-[ Exhales sharply ]

So, I-I called 'round a few times.

No sign. Texted. No answer.

-Must have wondered why.

-Well, I did hear a rumour.

-Oh, yeah?

-That you'd gone to prison.

-Little mistake that cost me dear.

-What kind of mistake?

Drugs?

-Sort of.

-Dealing?

You wouldn't have got prison just for possession.

-I got done, yeah.

-But you told me you didn't deal.

-I know.

Look, I've learnt my lesson.

They gave me eight months.

Locked me up with a Scotsman.

That was tricky.

But, uh, behaved myself, here I am, out after four.

Lost my job, but I'll get another one.

Can't wait to get back in the old routine.

-[ Sniffles ]

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[ Exhales sharply ]

-You're not supposed to be doing that.

-I don't give a shit.

Lost my son, lost my husband.

No wonder Anthony hated me. I hate my fucking self.

-He didn't hate you. -How do you know?

-Those texts, they were lies.

-Oh, so you say.

I'll never know, will I?

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-Sarah, this isn't you.

-How do you know what's me?

I don't even fucking know what's me anymore.

I feel like I'm going mad.

-You're not going mad.

-Well, I feel like I am!

I mean either I'm right and Anthony's been murdered,

or they're right and I'm fucking crackers.

-Right, it's time you got to bed.

-Fuck off, trying to mother me, will you?!

Just fuck off home!

-I will not leave you here, like this.

D'you hear me?

I will not.

-[ Sobbing ]

-Come here, come here.

-Sorry.

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-Hello, beautiful.

How's my gorgeous little dwarf?

-I'm great, Jack.

And how is my gorgeous little fellow dwarf?

-Still hurting deep down inside.

-Oh, yeah? What's that about, then?

-That night, Frankie and Benny's.

-You're not still on about that?

-Too right I am!

-I told you I misread the signal.

-Misread the signal? How long have you known me?

-Yeah, and your signals have always been crap!

-Look, when a bloke invites a bird out to romantic dinner,

he don't expect her to just rock up with one of her mates.

-How was I meant to know it was a romantic dinner?

-I said just me and you.

-Yeah, well, I didn't know you meant it that way.

-What other way could I have meant it?

-Look, Janie was famished, so just I said, "Come along,

Jack won't mind."

-And you broke my heart. -Fuck off. [ Laughs ]

-Anyway, I forgive you.

We can start again, can't we?

We've been starting again since we were practically kids.

-Well, it's not my fault the timing's never been right,

is it? -Well, I'm free now.

Are you? -Free as a bird.

-So, let's do Frankie and Benny's again.

On our own.

You're on. -When?

-Oi, Jack!

-Right, I'll text you.

-Well, you better.

I love you, Jack.

-I love you too, Dem.

How heavy am I, Mum?

-How would I know?

-What would you say, Dad?

-You're about the weight of two sacks of spuds.

-Come on, you're supposed to be helping me!

-Well, we might if we knew why on earth

you want to be a security guard.

-I don't. I told ya, I wanna be a copper.

-So why don't you apply to be a copper?

-'Cause a security guard qualification

is a good route into being a copper.

I know a few who done it.

-Still think you're too much of a short arse to be a copper.

-There's no minimum height requirement,

same as the army, which I'd have been in by now

if I didn't have two witches for sisters who wouldn't let me.

-I'm glad they didn't.

I didn't want you risking life and limb in Afghanistan.

-Anyway, what sort of soldier would you

have been with legs like that?

-What's wrong with these legs?

-Nothing.

-They're great legs. -Yeah, on a chicken!

[ Laughter ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Text message sends ]

-Right. Done.

Check that for me, will ya?

-Where you off?

-Curry with Dan and Gemma.

Then the Trades Club, more than likely.

Don't wait up.

-Bye, my darling.

-Got a feeling it'll be a late one.

-Wha-hey! -Love you. Have fun.

Love ya loads, et cetera et cetera.

-Love you loads. Bye. -See ya, Jack.

-See ya, son. Love you. -Bye, darling.

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