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Happy?
- Yeah.

Me too.

I've never felt
this way about anyone.

I know we've not known each other
that long, but I know that

this feels right.

And I... This might sound crazy.

But what would you say to us
moving in together?

It's not like you're getting
any younger. - Give it a rest, Mum.

You got plans this weekend?
You trying to get shot of me?

I'm just saying - it's time you went to
bed with something other than work. - Mum!

Well, last night, you feel asleep
with the light on. Again.

With your glasses on. Again.

With work papers falling
out of your hand.

Morning.

Oh, you tell her, Davey.
She won't listen to her mother.

What, and you think she'd
listen to me?

You're not here this early to
gang up on me.

No. No, I wish.

A body's been found near
Baillie's Causeway.

OK, give me five minutes.

Honestly, Davey.
Tell her to give herself a shake.

Get a life.

I heard that.

No ID on him.

Pathologist reckons he's been
there for several hours.

If you look at his clothes,
they're wet.

It was raining last night, but they
think it stopped about 1am, apparently.

So he's been here all night?
Yeah.

We think he lost control of
the car, swerved off the road.

Probably drunk driving.

Got out and was hit by
a passing vehicle.

Hit and run?

Looks that way. No CCTV
this far out of town, though.

Excuse me.

Hello... Yeah, go on, let's have it.

..All right, OK. Good work.

We've got an ID from
the registration number.

Jason Daniels.

"JD is king".

Poor old JD.

Are you sure this is all right, Mrs Daniels?
He has sustained some serious facial injuries.

I need to see him.

Is this your husband,
Jason Daniels?

No. No, no, it's not him.

It's the shock.

Sorry. Sorry, I, er...

It's fine. Take as long as you need.

Do you know who this man is?

No. No, can you cover him up?

Are you sure?

Yes, quite sure.
Can you cover him up now, please?

I'm very sorry.
Is there anything I can do?

No. I... I need to go.

I-I want to talk to my husband.

So do we.

Davey...

Yes. Sorry, Mrs Daniels. If you'd
like to follow me out. Thank you.

I knew I'd find you in here.

Yeah. I'll be there in a minute.

Whoa.

Have you seen this?

What?

Well, I've heard of blowing your
own trumpet, but even still.

Seriously, Clint,
can you show some respect?

No, look.

"Paradise awaits".

OK. We're back to square one.

So I'm going to need you to get me
everything you can on Jason Daniels.

Where he went to school,
how he made his money.

Did he owe money?
Did he have a driver?

Anything. OK?

Have the forensic guys finished?

Yeah, all secured, Sarge.

All right.

We've traced it to a Fred Clegg.

And we found "Dad"
in his list of contacts

so his folks are on the way in now.

Can you do me a favour?

Can you speak to them for me,
please?

Yes, of course.

Thanks. I've got Jason Daniels
coming in for interview.

Who is this "A" person?

"CAN'T W8 2 C U AGAIN".

Well, it's his girlfriend,
by the looks of it.

What makes you so sure it's a woman?

Judging by the picture she sent.

Oh, yeah, that would clinch it.

Yeah, it would, wouldn't it?
And there's the text messages.

"Can't stop thinking about you."

"Can't wait to see you again."
Really lovey-dovey.

Up until last night and then it's...

"Sorry about what I said."
"I didn't mean to push you away."

"Please can we go back to
the way we were?"

She's got it bad, hasn't she?

Have you spoken to her?

No, not yet.

I want to get a positive ID from
his parents first.

Yeah?

Jason Daniels.

Ah, right. Thank you.
Mr Daniels. DS Higgins.

My colleague, Jane Kennedy,
the coroner.

Pleased to meet you.
I'll leave you to it.

Yeah. Have a seat.

Right. I won't beat around the bush.

Do you know this man?

Is that the guy that stole my car?

Are you saying your car was stolen?

While I was away, obviously.
Is there any damage?

No. It's just a slight bump.

That's a relief.
When can I get it back?

A day or two, I should think.

So, the man in the photo.
You don't know him, no?

No.

Right, OK.

Look, I'm very sorry about
the mix-up this morning.

Your wife tried to call you.
So did we.

But we just got the answerphone.

Have you any idea what you put her
through this morning?

Ah, well, like I said,
I'm very sorry.

We just have to go with the
information that's in front of us.

Yeah, I appreciate that, Sergeant.

So I won't be taking it
any further - for the moment.

Terrible business.

He might've been a thief, but to leave him
at the side of the road, like a dog...

If there's anything I can do
to help with your enquiries?

Ah, yeah, actually. It would be
handy to get your fingerprints.

Just for the purposes of
elimination.

Should take about ten minutes.

Of course.

And if you need anything else,
you can get me in the office.

Ah, right. OK, great, thanks.

OK, I'll show you the way.

I'll let you know as soon
as we have any information.

Take care.

Thanks, Sheila.

Hey.

That his folks?

Yes. We've got a positive ID.

Everyone knew him as Fred, but
to his mum, he was always Freddy.

PM results.

Right, shall we?

"Examination of the scalp shows
evidence of bruising."

"Scalp lacerations with comminuted,
depressed skull fractures."

"Extradural and subdural
bleeding..."

I can read, Davey.

"Not compatible with a pedestrian
road traffic collision."

We've got blood where his head was
banged on the door.

There are two sets of prints
all over the car.

But there's a third set on the
driver's side door handle there,

and on the seat there.

And if you come round here...

..we've got some scratches there.
Traces of black paint.

So...?

We think he was run off the road,
dragged from the car, beaten up.

And left for dead.

Yeah, well, we know that
he lay there for several hours.

So, it's either a murder or
a serious assault gone wrong.

Or it wasn't meant for him?

Yeah. Well...

..that number plate does
rather scream, "Here I am."

"Come and get me," doesn't it?

So... Fred steals
a car for whatever reason.

Takes a hit for Jason Daniels.

Yeah. Either way, a serious crime.

So, what's next?

Well, I'm going to go to
Fred Clegg's flat.

Then I've gotta see this "A" woman.

Give her the bad news.

OK. I'll see you later, then.

Hang on.

What?
Well, are you busy just now?

Why?

Oh, come on.
You know this is the bit I hate.

Breaking bad news?
Or asking me for help?

Both.
You're much better at it than I am.

Is that a please?
Is that a yes?

Yes, go on, then.

Oh, wow! "J Daniels Developments"?

Yeah, he's converting an old church
into 40 new harbourside flats.

And he owns a nightclub, too.

The Lighthouse, you know it?

No.

He's Mr Big Shot, you know.
A player.

I don't know any Fred Clegg.
What's this about?

Do you know this man?

That's Jeremy.

Jeremy?

Jeremy Dutton.
Why do you want to know?

No... He can't be. No!

What's going on? Oh, Steve!

Hey, it's all right.

Jeremy. He's dead!

What? Dead?

Oh, yeah, sorry.
DS Higgins, South Dart Police.

This is my colleague, Jane Kennedy.
She's the coroner.

You're?

Steve Johnson.

My ex.

Look, I understand
this is very difficult,

but we really need you to tell us

everything you know about, er,
Jeremy?

He was an airline pilot.

Er, no, actually.
He was a window cleaner.

What?

And his name wasn't Jeremy.
It was Fred. Fred Clegg.

How did you meet him?

On a dating site - Perfect Pair.

Look, there must be some mistake.

He was loaded. That car of his,

I mean, the starting price
is 70 grand.

Well, we have reason to believe
that he stole it.

When?

Last night.

No, you're wrong. It's his car.

He's always got it.

He can't be a window cleaner.
He can't be.

Can you think of anyone who would
want to hurt him?

Look, she hardly knew the guy.

Excuse me,
but how did you hurt your hand?

Comes with the job. I'm a bouncer.

Where?

Pubs, mostly.

I can't believe he's dead.

Look, she's upset. You better leave.

Yeah, sorry.

Yeah, but you were one of the last
people to see him alive.

So we will want to talk to you
again. All right.

We'll be in touch.

Wow. Ooh. Classy.

Yeah, looks like he's going for
the old sexy bachelor pad vibe.

What?

I don't think anyone says
"pad" any more.

Don't they?

No!

Come and have a look at this!

This room looks like
it's seen some action.

Or don't we say "action" anymore?
How would I know?

He's certainly got a one-track mind.
Yeah.

Looks like he broke the bed.

What are you doing?

Hello, Yes?

..No, it's all right, go on.

Really?

..No, OK, good.
Good work. OK, bye.

Bye.

We've got it. The connection between
Fred Clegg and Jason Daniels.

Sergeant.

I asked you specifically
to come and see me in the office.

Surely this can wait till tomorrow?

I'm afraid it can't, no.

I'm sorry about this, darling.

OK, I'm back. Where were we?

Sorry, Mrs Daniels, could you stay?

You need to hear this.

I'll call you back in ten minutes.

We now know that Fred Clegg's
death wasn't caused

by a hit and run,
but by a vicious attack.

That's awful.

Yeah.

But what we don't know is if that
attack was meant for him or for you.

What?

So, can you think of anyone who
might want to harm you?

Well, you don't get to be this
successful without making a few enemies.

What do you mean "enemies"?

You know, business rivals,
resentful losers,

that kind of thing.

Look, if the attack
was meant for you,

then you might still be at risk.

That's what you've come to say,
isn't it?

So you need to be extra careful.
Promise me.

I'm sorry,
I really need to take this.

She's a very busy woman, my wife.

She's a fund manager, you know.
One of the best.

Er, could you do me a favour?

Would you mind looking at
this photo again, please?

Actually. I wonder... Could be the
window cleaner at my offices. Is it?

It is. Yes. That's it.

He cleaned the windows
inside and out.

Actually, he's been in my office.

He could've taken my car keys,
stolen my car.

Well, that car was used on
several occasions.

Are you saying
he stole it repeatedly?

He must've done.
I find that hard to believe.

I know. It's outrageous.

But now I come to think of it, I lost
a set of car keys a few months ago.

He must've nicked them and taken
the car whenever he liked.

You must have a high level of
security there, though.

Yes, but I'm out and about all day
and I'm often away on business.

I leave it all over the place.

I find that very hard to believe.

It's just a car.
I'm not precious about it.

"It's just a car.
I'm not precious about it."

I mean, how crass is that?

I don't think his wife would
disagree with you.

What do you mean? You didn't see
the way she looked at him?

No, but I saw her reaction when
she saw the body.

She was pretty shaken.

Could be because it wasn't him.

I think she's worth checking out.

Oh, right, so you think she's hired a hitman and
he's got the wrong guy because of the stolen car.

Pretty rubbish hitman.

I've got a feeling about her.

Wrong tree, love.

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

I believe this is your car?

What if it is?

How did you get that dent
on the side?

Some woman ran into me. Why?

What's this about?

Where were you on Sunday night?

Last Sunday? At my mum's.

Putting up her curtains.

Oh, that's nice. Till when?

Early hours. Four. Five.

She fed me that much I fell asleep
on her couch, didn't I?

Do you know this guy?

No. Should I?

His name's Jason Daniels.
Ring any bells?

Never heard of him.

How about you, love?

Sorry.

There's no need to be sorry.

I just want to eliminate you
from our enquiries.

Actually, would you mind coming
down to the station

so I can take your fingerprints?

Are you charging me? No.

So I'll pass.

Come on, let's go.

I will need to take
a statement from you, though, love.

So probably best that you come
down to the station.

On your own.

Oh, good.

Oh, back off, Mum. It's for work.

I'm looking for someone specific.

How are you meant to find
someone on this, anyway?

Well, you gotta register.
Put in your e-mail address.

Uh, no way.
Well, use mine. Budge over.

Right...

We're in.

What's his age?

36. 35 to 37.

Do you want his name?

People don't use their names.
Only usernames.

Have you never used
a dating site before? No.

Seriously? Seriously.

Seriously? Seriously.

Distance?

Er... five miles.

Here we go.

No.

There's more.

That's him.

Only me.

All right, my lover.

What's all this nonsense?

Er, nothing.

Oh, you're not thinking of buying
a flat from this fly-boy, are ya?

I mean, yeah,
it's time you had your own place.

Bit embarrassing living at home
with your mum at your age.

You know Jason Daniels? Oh, yeah.

Wide-boy. It's all dirty tricks
and dodgy deals with him.

You say that about every
successful businessman.

No, I don't. Anyway, I've had
dealings with this little runt.

Oh, yeah? Yeah. Tried to do
me out of the Black Dog.

Oh, yes. I remember that.

Yeah. Offers to buy me out for
a ridiculously low price.

I refuse. Next thing,
there's bother. Fights every night.

Break-ins. Place getting trashed.

Couldn't prove anything, of course.
It was terrible.

But you didn't sell, obviously.

No. I just threatened
to tell his wife.

How would you know his wife?

Oh, it's not hard to find
out about her.

Real high-flyer. Stocks and shares
and all that kind of stuff.

Look her up.

Yeah, I don't think she'd like to
find out how much of

a low-life he really is.

Tidy little wife she is, too.

Not as tidy as you, my love.
Not even close.

Well, there's Davey's car.

Yeah, and here he is.
All right, Davey!

What are you doing here?
What are you hoping to find?

Anything to give us
a handle on Fred Clegg. You?

Speaking to the neighbours.
Killing time, really.

Till I can nail Steve Johnson.
Really?

Who's Steve Johnson?

Er, Adele Lesley's ex.

I got a bad feeling about
that guy from the word go.

I've seen enough domestic
violence in my time.

You think he hits her?

Well, maybe not yet.
But he's got it in him.

He did it, Jane.

He's got a flimsy alibi,
he's got a motive.

He refused to co-operate
with the police.

He's got a black car,
it's got a dent in it.

I just gotta get forensics to put
that car at the crime scene,

game over.

Whoa, hold on.
Keys to Fred Clegg's flat?

Well, I suppose I can't stop you,
but you're wasting your time.

It's in the bag.

You know, Davey's too confident.

We're missing something
with Fred Clegg.

I mean, money under the bed,
false ID.

Who are you?

Stay back!

All right. Back!
All right. All right.

Let me go. Keep calm.
Let it go. Let it go.

You go, I'll get Davey.

OK.

Enough! Enough!

Calm down!

It was a one-night stand, all right?

But I couldn't find my bracelet.

Didn't have his number.

Then I read in the paper the guy's
dead, recognised the name.

Hit and run, it said.

So, I'm thinking better take matters
into your own hands, Jinty, my girl.

Once the family swoop in, you'll
never see that bracelet again.

So you broke in?

No. I told you.

That lock was broke
when I got there.

Why didn't you call the police?

Respect for the guy's memory.
Fred, that's right. Fred's memory.

Didn't want the fuzz digging into
his sex life and that.

Really. Is that the best you can do?

It's the truth.

Well, you may have had
a one-night stand.

And you may have thought the guy had
a bit of money stashed away.

And you may have read he was dead, so you
saw your opportunity and you broke in.

I never. How many times? Well, you didn't
report a break-in to the police, did you?

Two witnesses saw you
ransacking the place.

And I know you've got
a criminal record.

Joyriding. Shoplifting.

So, I may just charge you with
burglary with intent.

No way. Come on, Jinty. Sit down.

I think you can help us.

How?

Tell us about Fred Clegg.

Did you meet him on a dating site?

No way. Creeps and losers,
that's all you find on there.

Great! My mum keeps trying to get
me to join one.

Your mum? Yeah, I know.

Look, Jinty, Fred Clegg was killed
in suspicious circumstances,

so anything you can tell us,
you know, that would help us.

Anything, anything at all.

He liked it rough.
The rougher the better.

I mean rough.

Slapping, hitting,

shoving, slamming you
right up the...

Yeah, all right. I get the idea.

I knew sex was important to him
when I saw that tattoo.

What tattoo?

Fred Clegg?
Can you describe him to me?

About five ten. Dark hair.

Blue eyes. Smooth skin. No tattoos.

Remind you of anyone?

Now, we can test Fred Clegg's sheets
for your DNA

or we can do this the easy way.

All right, I'll tell you.

Then you can back off.

Go on.

I love my wife. I really do.

I adore her.

But, well, she's a workaholic.

She never switches off and when
she does, she's just too tired.

Anyway, in my position,
women throw themselves at me

all the time. I've fallen for it
before. Gold-diggers.

The type that want Anna to find out
so they can get their hooks in.

I've nearly lost her
because of them.

So?

Then I hooked up with Fred.

Turns out we're from
the same council estate.

Fancy that.

Fred was footloose and fancy-free,
but no money.

And I had all this dosh and
nothing to do with it.

So you swapped lives?

It's liberating,
getting to be someone else.

Fred got to pull all the up-market
birds and I got to have

some fun with no strings.

It was an arrangement, that's all.
A bit of harmless fun.

I love my wife. I adore her.

So you said.

I've never heard anything like it.

Me neither. It's gross.

He claims to love his wife.

So why go to those lengths to cheat?

Marriage? The eternal mystery.

Who knows what makes
people stick it out.

The hold one person
has over another.

Hello... Yeah, go on, yeah.

Oh, really?

You're sure?

All right, thanks.

Steve Johnson's car. Tyre tread
doesn't match the crime scene.

Doesn't mean he didn't do it,
though.

It just means
he didn't use his own car.

What?

You're fixating on him.
You need to look away.

Check out Anna Daniels.

Maybe she found out about this
sordid little deal with Fred Clegg.

Well, well.

That's interesting.

Hello, there, could you put me through to the
planning department, please? ..Thank you.

What? You got beat up by a girl?

Come on. It's not funny. No, it's
not. She was like a wildcat.

Yeah, she was totally out of control. If Jane
hadn't pulled her off... You mean Jane saved you?

Stop it. Pack it in,
the pair of you.

Have you got a second?

Jason Daniels' business is
in serious trouble.

Really? Yeah. You know the 40
new harbour flat conversions?

Well, he's pressed ahead without
the right planning permission.

So he's got to rip out the
staircases, replace the roof.

Pay back the deposits.
And he's got a cash-flow problem.

And, for the record, I take
no pleasure in that whatsoever.

What about his wife?

Yeah, I did some digging on
her as well. Ways and Means Act?

Something like that, yep.
She is hugely successful.

Works 24/7 and he plays the field.

No wonder she'd want to
get rid of him.

If he was my husband, I would've
done him in by now.

Yeah, I don't think she's got
the head space to plan a murder.

I think you're missing something.
I'm going to see her tomorrow.

See if I can get something
out of her.

I doubt it.

Hello, Beth... No, your mum's just
looking for her phone.

Yeah, OK, I'll tell her.

All right, but I want you back
by ten.

OK. Bye-bye.

Beth - she's going to her friend
Daisy's house tonight to study.

Oh, you've got a message.

Give me my phone.

Leo? What?

Perfect Pair.

Give me that! Davey!

Well, hello, Leo.

Ooh, he's muscly!

No. No, no, no.

I'm not apologising.
"Best feature - long legs."

Mum, how could you?

I did it for you.
To help you meet someone.

I don't want to meet someone.

Well, 34 men want to meet you.
And look at all these winks.

"So, guys,
I'm waiting to hear from you."

"But don't worry, I won't bite -
unless you ask me nicely."

It's good, isn't it?

I want this wiped
before Beth sees it.

Beth's not here.

It's not the point.
Just get me off it!

Ooh, he's nice.

Can I leave that with you? OK, bye.

Bye.

Sorry, I appreciate you're busy,

I just wondered if you could
spare ten minutes. Five.

Right, the thing is,

we think the attack still might have
been meant for your husband.

Are you sure you can't think of
anyone who would want to hurt him?

No, I can't think of anyone.

Can I ask how things are
between you?

I'm sorry?

You are two very busy people,
with two separate,

high-powered businesses to run.

It can put a strain on a marriage.

What are you getting at?

Do you know something about
my husband?

I'm sorry, I can't reveal
the source.

But it has come to light that...

..J Daniels Developments is in
serious trouble.

Well, yes. That much I do know.

You do?

Yes, a planning screw-up or
some such. Cash-flow problems.

Anyway, I can lend him the money
until it all comes good.

Is there anything else?

Are you happy?

I beg your pardon?

I just asked if you're happy?

Well, of course I am.
I love my work.

Hi, there. What do you want?

Is she in? Your boss?

No. You can leave a message.

I'll just wait.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I really need to get on.

Your poor face. Did I do that?

I'm really very busy.

I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not.

You felt it, too, didn't you?

I think you should go
and come back...

Oh, come on.
Remember what it was like?

On the ground? Me on top of you?

That spark?

Imagine we'd kept going.
What would that have been like?

Ow, don't...

Everything all right?

Jane, hi. There's someone,
someone here to see you.

I'll get you a coffee.

How can I help?

That guy.
The one that I thought was Fred.

How do I get in touch?

I'm afraid I can't tell you.

Well, can you do me a favour, then?

Give him this from me.

Gonorrhoea.

Tell him I'm sorry.

This is from Jinty Morgan.

You came all the way over here
to give me this?

How thoughtful to go to all
that trouble.

I'm investigating a man's death.
Nothing is too much trouble.

I appreciate that, but this is
my personal life.

If my wife finds out about it,
it would finish us.

You're not going to tell her,
are you?

Please, I'm begging you.
She's everything to me.

I'm nothing without her.

She's out. You are?

Jason Daniels.

Ah.

I take it you've heard all about me?

What a bad boy I've been?

Yes, well...

I'm sorry. You're embarrassed.

But you know what, so am I.

Anyway, the coroner won't be back
till later, so...

She despises me, doesn't she?

No.

Why wouldn't she?
I've not exactly been co-operative.

That's why I'm here. To apologise.

How do you think she'll take it?

She's quite a scary lady, your boss.

Yeah, she can be. Sometimes.

You OK?

Guts playing up.
All this stress.

Must've gone down the wrong way.
Sorry.

Do you want me to get you something?
Some water?

Please.

Look at that car!

Jinty? Remember me?

What do you want?

Get in.

Hey. Hey. Guess what?

What? We've found the car that ran
Fred Clegg off the road.

Where?
80 miles away. Stolen vehicle.

And the prints match those
on the Porsche.

Did you speak to Anna Daniels?

Yes, but I think you're right.

I don't think it was her.

I need to sit down.
You think I'm right?

Yeah, she didn't know about
the other woman.

She is spectacularly single-minded.
I mean, no personal life.

Work-focused. Totally driven.

Sad, really.

Oh, and I paid Jason Daniels
a visit.

Why?

Jinty Morgan's asked me to give him
a card from the Berkeley Clinic.

Oh, I'd have done that for you
gladly.

Jinty.

Can I help you?

I just want a quick word.
Sure, come up.

No, you're all right.
It won't take long.

What I told you...
About the gonorrhoea.

Thing is, I made it up.

Sorry?

I just wanted to get back
at the guy.

For lying to me.
You know, give him a fright.

But I feel a bit bad about it now so I
reckon I should let him off the hook.

He got to you, didn't he?

I don't know what you mean.

How could he?
He doesn't know where I live.

He doesn't even know my name.

He was here to see you.
To apologise.

And you believed him? You idiot.
He was here for one thing only.

Jinty Morgan's address.

It's not your fault.
You've been played by an expert.

Goodnight, Guv. Yeah, night, John.

See you tomorrow.

Sorry, love,
I didn't realise the time.

Yeah, still at my desk.

Not getting very far, though,
so I'll probably head home soon.

All right. See you shortly.

Hello, yes?

Really? When?

OK, cheers.

Davey? Do you fancy going clubbing
tonight?

Did my mum put you up
to this? What? No.

I do not need to "go out and enjoy
myself." I do not need to "get a life".

All right, calm down.

Steve Johnson's been spotted going
into Jason Daniels's nightclub. What?

Yeah, I put a tail on him.
Looks like it paid off.

I wouldn't get too excited.
He could just be going clubbing.

Well, we've got nothing else to go on,
have we? May as well check it out.

Or have you got something more
exciting to do?

20 minutes?

20 minutes.

All right, just try and blend in.

Good night, guys.

Hi, there, I think we're on the
guest list? Mr and Mrs Higgins?

Yes, they're fine.

Thanks. Cheers, mate.

Like a drink?

Um, I'm with someone.

There's not enough fire exits
in this place.

Don't leave me on my own again.

And those girls are underage.

Just ignore it.

Look at that.

If that deal goes down,
I'm hauling them in.

Here, look, here he is,
Steve Johnson.

He works here?!

Right, I'm hauling him in, anyway.

All right, you leave this one to me.

You let me do the talking.

No, Stevie. No, no!

What did I tell you! No! Please!

Police! Open the door! Police!

Adele!

It's all right. It's all right.

Ambulance, please.

All right! You're under arrest for
assault and GBH with intent.

I want those results as soon as.
You got that.

Top priority.

I just gave him a kicking.
I didn't kill him.

As good as.
Because he wound up dead.

I didn't mean to. I swear.

I was doing it for her. For Adele.

To get her back.

So you could use her as a punchbag?

She should be with me.

Well, right now, she's in A&E

getting her face stitched
and her bones set.

I never meant to hurt her.
I love her.

She's everything to me.
I'm nothing without her.

I don't know what you're
talking about.

Yes, you do. Steve Johnson.

He works as a bouncer in
your nightclub.

You have any idea how many
people work for me?

He's just been arrested for
killing Fred Clegg.

Good for you. You got your man.

You can go now.

Any time you like.

You put him up to it.

Fred Clegg knew
he was on to a good thing.

But he wanted more.
So he threatened to tell your wife.

You paid him off but
he wouldn't go away.

When you found the connection with
Steve Johnson, that must have

been the answer to your prayers.

All you had to do was work
him from the back. Oh, please.

Like you did Jinty.
And my assistant.

You dripped poison into
Steve Johnson's ear.

Then you sat back and let him deal
with Fred Clegg for you.

And what if I did?
I've committed no crime.

You can't touch me, and you know it.

Davey?

Oh, cheers, Judith. What happened?

Oh, that,
it's just a guy resisting arrest.

We got him, though.
Nasty bit of work. Killer.

Good on you.

On the house. Action man.

Cheers.

Oh, thanks.

What kept you?

Just a loose end.