All language subtitles for Happy.Valley.S01E04.1080p.BluRay.x265-PGW

~ Some bastard's got our Annie
and he wants a million quid.
~ 50,000.

We'd just have to be careful that it
didn't look like we suddenly had
a lot of money to throw around.

What could they be doing in
a van that was so bad

that they had to kill a police
officer?

It's all your fault!

You arrested
Marcus Gascoigne yesterday.

He does a lot for us.

Nobody is above the law.

I think he's
had someone in there.

Are you a virgin?

I've just broken into a house.

The fact that I'm a police officer
don't make it legal.

Shaf, can you get onto the council

and find out who owns
number 62 Milton Avenue?

Sowerby Bridge? Yeah.

Boss? Catherine.

Have you got a minute?
Sure.

OK. I saw this lad,
Tommy Lee Royce, been trying
to catch up with him

for a few days, he's just
done eight years, drugs.
I was hoping to give him

the welcome-home speech.
I knocked on at this house

where I know he's been dossing.
No answer,

but I had reason to believe,

so I accessed the property
via ways and means and...

..I found blood in the cellar,
a chair covered in gaffer tape,

like somebody'd been tied to it,
a pair of knickers on the floor,

so that and knowing what a charming
young man Tommy Lee Royce is,

makes me want to get a CSI -

SOCO, CSI, whatever
we're calling them this week -

get one of them in there
to take a few swabs, a few photos

and find out what's going on.
OK.

What, so that's...
Yep.

Oh, did you go to the H-MIT
briefing in Halifax this morning?

I did, yes.

M-CET's worked out there
were two vehicles involved.

Pathologist says
she was crushed to death.

Run over.

More than once.

There was plenty of debris
on the road, paint fragments,

fragments from the number plate,
tyre marks.

They'll soon identify what make,
model, year of manufacture.

Endless phone calls from the public.

They won't get far,
you watch this space.

How is everyone?

Oh, they're gutted,
they're in shock.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Effed off, insecure, neurotic
and emotional, I'm fine,

but other than that, yeah.

You better get onto the CSI, then,

see what this
Tommy Lee Jones has been up to.

Yeah, it's Royce. Tommy Lee Royce.

♪ There's a tower block overhead

♪ All you've got's your benefits

♪ And you're barely scraping by

♪ In this trouble town

♪ Troubles are found

♪ Stuck in speed-bump city

♪ Where the only thing that's pretty

♪ Is the thought of getting out. ♪

Julie Mulligan.

Registered freeholder
of 62 Milton Avenue.

Her address is Upper Lighthazels
Farm. Thornton Clough Lane, Soyland.

Her mobile number -
do you want it?

Put a request in for a CSI to meet
us at Milton Avenue as soon as.

Then I want you to get up there,
tape it off and wait for them, OK?

I was going off on the
house-to-house with this lot.

For Kirsten. Do this first.
Oh, and knock on a few doors.

See if anyone's seen any comings
or goings, or heard anything.

And trawl the box, see if
we've got anything on the address.

Did the boss go to the H-MIT
briefing this morning?

Yeah, she was run over.
More than once.

Crushed to death.

Hello.
Am I speaking to Julie Mulligan?

~ Yes.
~ Hiya. This is Sergeant Cawood here,

down at Norland Road police station.

There's something I think you
can help with. I'm just wondering

if I could pop in and have a chat?
Yeah.

Are you all right? Why?
When? Has something happened?

Any time. Soon. Now.

What's it to do with?
Put your head between your knees.
Hello?

Right...

The thing is, Nevison...
The thing is...

I may be wrong...

I may be wrong, but the thing is...

..I think I might know
who these people are.

Did you see anything?
No. No.

I-I didn't.

The thing is, Nevison...

Will you let me know

if... When...
When they let go of her?

Just so I know. Even if it's
in the middle of the night.

Yeah.
I'd just like to know.

I know you'll have
a lot of other things

to think about when it happens...
Of course I will, Kevin.

Go back to your desk.

Nothing we can do.

The thing is...

What?

I get frightened going there, and...

I understand that, Kevin.

And it's fine!
It's for Ann, I get that!

I appreciate what you're
doing for me...

Believe me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know you do.

Look, I have to be honest with you.

It's in my name for tax reasons,

and I don't actually have
a lot to do with it, so...

That's all right. Who does
it have something to do with?

I don't mean anything illegal.

It's literally cos I pay
less tax than he does -

me husband. So plan was
he'd do it up, we'd rent it out,

only surprise, surprise,
he's never got his backside
into gear, so...

And what's your husband's name?
Where can I find him?
What's happened?

I just need to talk
to him about one of his tenants.

He has no tenants.
There are no tenants.

There's never been any tenants.
Not there.

Not that I know of.

It's been stood empty.

What's his name?

Hello, my little orange blossom.

You better not be
up to anything, you pig.

Me?

You've got a copper
coming to see you.

What copper?

A policewoman.

How do you know?

She's just been in here, just now.

Oh, shit!

So... Well...

Something about the house on Milton
Avenue. It's been broken into.

Broken...? Have you been doing
something dodgy in there? No!

W-What did she say?

And there's no tenants, is there?

No. No, no tenants.

Somebody's broken in,
and she needs to talk to you.

Nobody's br...
Right, well,

she's coming, and you're in bother,

you bastard... Why am I...

If you've been up to something,
I am not, NOT, visiting you

in prison. I don't even
know what you're on about.

Why am I up to something
just cos some toerag's

decided to
break into some property?

Yeah, that's right, Ashley,

you're talking to the woman
that were born last week(!)

These bags are shit.

Give it here.

OK.

I want you to go stay in
the caravan with Tommy and her.

And keep it down. Why?

There's a policewoman coming over.
I will deal with it.

What policewoman? Just both...
How the bloody hell do I know?

You both stay in there till I come
and tell you she's been and gone.

All right? I don't want to
hear a peep out of anyone.

No noise, no movement.

If that little chicken-shit
rat-faced turd

has been to the police...
He hasn't. He won't have.

Do you think they'd send one woman
if they knew owt?

Well, they must know summat.

He hasn't been to the police,
all right?

He's in this just as deep as anyone.

No. He isn't. Because he hasn't
got his hands mucky.

He doesn't have to sit
in that caravan.

She's coming from Halifax,
she'll be here in ten minutes.

There's a policewoman
coming to the farm,

so we've to keep quiet
till she's gone.

What policewoman?

Not the one I saw?

How the hell do I know?

Where's your balaclava?

We don't really need 'em any more,
do we?

Little numpty-brain.

What?

What you done to her?

I've gave her a bit of smack.

Keep her docile.

She needs gag on.

She keeps being sick.

Unless you want her to choke?

She won't scream.

She can't.

Morning.

Are you busy?

I've got a few minutes. Go on.

Right. Well, I've got some
information for you

about drugs in the valley,
and you're right,

it would make a fantastic article,
and it does need writing about.

Good.

You wouldn't believe the chain there
is before it gets onto the streets.

Oh, I would.

Heroin is imported pure. 100%.

And then they all cut it,
everyone who handles it,

all the way down the chain,

to maximise their profits as they go.

By the time it
gets to the streets, street heroin,

it's probably no more than 2% pure.

No, really(?)

And they'll cut it with anything.

Brick dust. Brick dust!
face powder,

talcum powder, bicarbonate of soda,

so when they've been
injecting for long enough,

if the veins haven't collapsed,
they get blocked.

Then they start having to have
their legs amputated. Yup.

Oh, and up and down this chain,

they're all frightened
of the person above.

However high up they are, there's
always someone above pushing them

to take more and more and more.

So they have to push those under them
to take more and more and more.

And you know, your big
regional dealers -

and the people further
down the chain -

they'll be people who appear
to be perfectly respectable,

with perfectly respectable
businesses.

It's all very slick,
it's all very well organised.

I've got to go. Can I ring you
later?

OK.

I'm glad you're doing this. Sure.

See ya. Bye.

Morning. Ashley Cowgill?

Yep.

I've just spoken to your wife
regarding your property
on Milton Avenue.

She just rung me.

I need to inform you that we've had
reason to enter the property...

Why?..and I need to ask you
a couple of questions, OK?

Yeah, but why... Why...
Why did you have to...?

Someone's broken in. When?

Were you aware
the property was insecure? No.

When did you last visit
the property yourself?

Well... It'll be
two or three months since, now.

And your wife says you've
no tenants at the minute.

No, no. Never had any. I've not
got round to sorting it out.

Who has keys to the property
besides yourself?

Nobody...should have.

Have they damaged it?

Have they nicked the boiler?
Has it been flooded?

Have they left shit everywhere?

So...
No, not that I know of.

So no-one that you know of -
no-one officially - was in there?

Yeah?
Yeah. No. No, they weren't.

OK.

Well, I have to be frank with you,
Mr Cowgill.

We've got reason to believe that
something a bit sinister's
gone on in there.

In your house. In this house
that you and your wife own.

Whoa. What d'you mean?
What sort of sinister?

I don't know. I've got
a scene-of-crime officer

in there right now taking
a few swabs and a few photographs.

What it looks like to me

is that someone's been held
in there against their will

and treated rather unpleasantly.

Bloody hell. Yeah.

So, we've had a couple
of releases from prison in the area

over the last few weeks,

and I was wondering if any of these
names were familiar to you.

Zak Midgeley?

Jamie Monkford. No.

Usman Farah.

Tommy Lee Royce.

Should they be familiar to me?

Are they? Any of them? No.

These lads are all in their 20s.

Do you employ anyone or
had contact with anyone that age

who might associate
with lads like that?

Newly released from prison?
No. No, no.

We'll be finished
at the property in an hour or so.

You might want to go in there
when we're done and...

make sure it's secure.

If anything occurs to you...

..that might be relevant,

will you give me a ring? Sure.

Thanks for your time.

Well, thanks for telling me.

What are you building?

Oh, just renovating this barn.

It's been going on months.

Cos part of it's listed,
they make you jump through hoops.

I'll be in touch.

~ How we doing?
~ CSI's here.

Just going in just now.

I've told them what you want doing,
and I've filmed all the upstairs
with the head-cam.

Kitchen, sitting room?
Yeah, and the upstairs upstairs.

So I'm just gonna
knock on a few doors now.

Great. I'll be there in ten minutes.
Just got another house call to make.

I'm popping in on Tommy Lee Royce's
mother, OK? Who?

Newly released.
Then I'll be with you.

Hello, Lynn. I'm Catherine Cawood.

Got a few minutes?

I'll be honest with you,

if it's about our Tommy,
I haven't seen him.

This is his registered
release address.

Well, I've seen him, if you know
what I mean, but...

Sit down.

He doesn't live here.
I don't know where he lives.

When did you last see him?

About three weeks ago,
when he came out.

He stopped here one night
and then he were off. Gone.

I don't know where.

Have you got a mobile
number for him? Nope.

No, he don't have one.

Well, he probably has one,
do you know what I mean?

But if he has, I
don't know owt about it.

Who does he hang about with?
Nobody. I don't know. People.

I don't know. Has he done summat?

If you see him...

Stupid question.

If you see him...
He's only been out three week.

If you see him, can you tell him
that I need to see him?

Sergeant Cawood. Catherine Cawood.

And to pop down to Norland Road
nick at his earliest convenience.

It's unlikely that I will see him,
but if I do, I will, yeah.

OK. Right.
You'll remember? I'll try.

And tell him it'd be much better
for him if he pops in to see me

without me having to
go looking for him

the next time he has a meeting
with his probation officer. OK?

He'll be here when he wants summat,
do you know what I mean?

You never know when that's going
to be, do you know what I mean?

So you'll pass on that
message for me, Lynn?

Yep.

All right.

You look after yourself.
And you too.

I'll see myself out.
Are you...?

What? Am I what?
Catherine Cawood...

Is it you that's...

Your grandson,
is it him that's our Tommy's lad?

Who's told you that?

Is he called Ryan?
Who's told you that?

Somebody mentioned it
down in Hebden the other day.

Who? Friend of a friend.

Who? I don't know. Somebody.

I don't know, I can't remember.
Well, who were you with?

Well, you wouldn't know 'em.
Try me.

Well, you would.
The usual smackheads.

Sorry. They don't like being
called smackheads, but they are.

Your Tommy has got nothing.
to do with my grandson. All right?

I were only saying.

You need to get that idea right
out of your head.

Right.

Right.

Shit.

Shit. Shit.

Shit.

Why don't we draw straws?

Because I'm not doing it,
that's why not.

Why not?

It's your turn.

You must know somebody. Higher up.

Someone who can
make people disappear.

Do you think?

Gary Gaggoski. He disappeared.

Tony Stead says he's sat at
the bottom of Scammonden dam in
concrete underpants.

Nobody higher up is going to know a
single damned thing about
this stupid business,

because the second they do,
it's me they'll...

We were moonlighting,
we were out of our depth,

it shouldn't have happened.

D'you think I want people higher up
thinking we're a liability?

It were your idea. All right!

It wasn't my idea to murder
a policewoman, was it?

You should get him round here.

Kevin shitty-arse twat-face!
Make him do it,

make him get his hands
all covered in blood.

Yeah, well, I'm tempted.
Rub his stupid nose in it.

Have you ever killed anybody?

Me?

Sod off. Have I hell.

If you both give
me five grand each...

..from that last stash
Kevin brought over...

..I'll do it.

How?

It don't matter how.

Deal or no deal?

You're not going to do to her what
you did to that policewoman.

Aren't I?

Yeah.

OK.

Deal.

I'll need a van.

Not a white one.
I don't want pulling over.

OK.

And then, when it's done,
you two, you need to disappear.

All right?

Are you sacking us?

I'm advising you to move on.

You've got your stash from Kevin,

so move on.

You're sacking us.

What do you know?

Fella said he saw a white transit
van parked down here,

outside the property, like,
four days ago.

That's about it.

A white transit van?

Yeah.

Then again, how many white transit
vans are there in Halifax?

It'd be a bit of a coincidence,
wouldn't it?

I'll flag it up to H-MIT,
they might want to check any CCTV.

Do you want me
to knock on a few more doors?

No.

I'll just pop down to the cellar
and have a word with the CSI,

then we'll leave it at that.

Hiya.

You said to let you know
if Helen turned up.

Well, she's just got here.

Just now.

I've got another
three hours on duty.

Right, OK.

Will she still be there
at half four-ish?

Well, I'd have thought so.

She sometimes gets tired, but yeah.

Right, I'll see you later.

Oh!

You should have dropped
him round at Janina's,

he could've played with Cesco.

Where is she?

She's just there with Smiffy.

He's got an appointment with
social services at ten to five,

so if you want to grab her,
I'll bring you over a cup of tea.

Helen?

Hello. I'm Catherine,

I'm Clare's sister. We spoke
on the phone last night.

Oh, yes. Yes, she said you
were coming to pick her up.

I'm sorry I didn't...

No, no. I hope you don't mind,
only I was worried about you.

And...

Sorry, I know this is awkward,
and I know you've not been well,

but is your husband hurting you?

My husband?

Look, I don't want
to overstep the mark

and I'm sorry if I've got
the wrong end of the stick,

but last night, when you said,
"I'm with my husband,"

it occurred to me that
maybe you couldn't speak,

and maybe that was your
way of telling me,

and I wouldn't be doing my job
properly if I didn't ask...

No. My husband isn't hurting me.

Are you sure?

I know people think he's a bit
of a rough diamond, and he is...

but not like that.

He'd never do something like that.

It takes all sorts.

You really have got
the wrong end of the stick.

It's not always easy to acknowledge
things sometimes. It's not...

It's very kind of you
to be concerned,

but you really have got
the wrong end of the stick.

OK.

My daughter's been kidnapped.

What? Tea.

Can we just sit down?

I wanted to tell the police...

..but Nevison won't.

He wants to do exactly
what they tell him,

and they have said
they'd let go of her...

after the last lot of money he
gave them, just this morning,

but we've not
heard anything, not yet.

What's happened?
Ann's been taken.

She's been abducted.

How long's she been missing?
Four nights.

When did you last see her?
Tuesday morning.

She was driving into Huddersfield.

She set off... She has a little Mini,
it's very distinctive.

She had a dental appointment,

only I know she didn't turn up

because I rang up
to see if she'd been.

He's been giving them money?

Yes. How?

How much?

No, how.
I don't know.

Do you think I should
tell the police?

You have told the police, Helen.

I'm sorry, but I'm obliged to report
something like this, I can't just...

No. No. No.

He spoke to a friend who
was in the CID, and he said...

Retired?

Yeah. Well,
he should've known better.

No, look, Nevison really doesn't
want the police involved.

I think he's terrified
they'd wade in and...

Look, I don't know how
to say this except bluntly,

but most times when something like
this happens, the outcome isn't...

It's not good.

You have a much, much, and I cannot
tell you how much, better chance

of getting her back safe, all in one
piece, with the police on board.

Nobody'll wade in,
we have techniques,

we have highly trained
people, Helen.

Are you going to let me
make that phone call?

Oh, good Lord...

Do you not think this is
the right way forward, Helen?

Yes. I don't know.

I don't want him
to think I've gone behind his back.

I'll talk to him.

If something did happen and you
hadn't acted on your instincts,

you'd never forgive yourself,
would you?

Yeah. Hello.

It's Sergeant Cawood here,
from Norland Road police station,

Sowerby Bridge, Calderdale District.

Can I speak to the on-call
Detective Superintendant, please?

He's in a meeting, is he?
Can you knock on his door for me?

I need to talk to him about a
kidnap. It's a tiger kidnap,

it's live, it's ongoing,
it's happening now.

Are you warm enough?

Catherine?

Phil.

How are you?

This is Helen.

Helen, hello.

I'm Phil Crabtree.

I'm a detective inspector with
the National Crime Agency.

I just need you to stay calm
and tell me everything you know.

I know very little.
I've been saying to Catherine,

I'm not really the person
you need to be talking to.

The person you need to be talking
to is going to be very cross

when he finds out
I've spoken to you.

Mr Gallagher?

Look, I know you didn't want us
involved, but I'm going to tell you

the same thing Sergeant Cawood's
told your wife, OK?
We're four days in.

Your daughter is likely to know a lot
about the people that have taken her.

They've got your money,
and the reality is,

they've got things to lose
by releasing her alive...

..whatever they're telling you.

Have you heard any more
since this morning?

No.

OK. Well, then,
we need to work quickly.

All I need now is information from
you and we'll get the ball rolling.

I know very little.
You'll be surprised.

Does he always ring you
on your mobile? Yeah.

What comes up on the
screen when he rings?

Annie's number first time,

then since then it's says
"number unknown". It's all on there.

Same man every time? Yep.
When does he ring? Any time.

There's no pattern? No.

No.

And Helen said the last phone call
was this morning?

This morning, yeah. Ten past eight.

Saying where he wanted the money
dropped. They tell me how much,

then they'll ring back a few
hours later, say where they want it.

They rang yesterday afternoon,
then again this morning. They? He.

Does he have an accent?
Round here.

How old does he sound?
Oh, I don't know. Not old.

What kind of language does he use?
He's cocky. He's clever.

He thinks he's funny.

"You can call me God", he says.
He reckons like he's helping me.

"I'll do what I can, Nev,
but these people, they're nasty",

like he's got nowt to do with 'em.
He calls you Nev.

Everyone calls me Nev.

Do you think it's someone you know?
Someone you've met?

It could be, but it's not struck me.
I don't recognise the voice.

Somebody who knows ME, obviously.

How many times have you
delivered the money? Twice.

How do you do it? They asked
for my accountant to take it.

He's called Kevin Weatherill.

Why do you think they ask for him?

Um...he's little.

They'll be thinking
he's easily intimidated.

So they know Kevin?

I mean, they know of him.

They ask for him by name? No.

No, I think he said,
"That little..."

No, he said, "That irritating little
twat of an accountant you've got."

And so, where does Kevin go
when he takes the money?

McDonald's. Just off the
Huddersfield ring road, first time,

then Birch Services
this morning, on the M62.

So Kevin went this morning
to Birch Services with...

how much money? £50,000. Cash.

Oh, shit.

What are you doing here?

I've come to see you.

Oh, yeah, that's likely(!)

Do you want to earn a few quid?

Doing what?

Nothing. All right.

I just need to borrow your cellar.

Just for a few days.

How much? 100.

Two.

Two quid?

OK. You're cheap.

Still, we knew that.

200.

Whatever.
I should've said three.

Yeah, but you didn't.

Nothing illegal. Oh, shut up.

Where have you been stopping?

Up your arse. Oh, you're so funny.

This is a pile of shite.

I'll be putting a padlock on here.

Will you?

It's a dog.

It's been trained up for a fight.

I said I'd look after
it just for a few days.

So when it's here,
I'll keep it muzzled,

but it might make a bit of noise,
but don't go down there, all right?

It'll have your leg off.
What, with a muzzle on?

I can't keep it muzzled
all the time, can I?

It'd be inhuman.

I'll want the cash upfront.

Make sure you stick it
all up your nose, Mother.

Piss off.

And you.

Oh, aye, there were
this woman here this morning.

What woman? Catherine Cawood.

She's a police sergeant
down at Sowerby Bridge.

She said she wants to talk to you.

She said next time you're passing
you're to pop in the nick, she says.

Why?

She's Becky Cawood's mother.

Did you know she had a kid
before she died?

Who did?

Who died? Becky Cawood.

How?

I don't know.

Anyway, kid's called Ryan.

Lives with her, the policewoman.
She's his granny.

Is it yours?

One of the smackheads down
Hebden were saying it's yours.

Anyway, she wants to see you.

In the next hour or so,
we'll send someone into your home

and someone into your workplace.

They'll be undercover,
disguised as a telecoms worker,

or something like that.
We'll duplicate the phone.

I've got the number.

If they try and call you
in the next half an hour or so,

before we're up and running,
whatever you do, stall them.

If they ask you for more money,

say you're happy to do that, you just
need time to get it together. OK?

And do I? Get money together?

Yeah.
If you can. Everything as normal.

Don't give them any reason
to think anything's happened.

And don't tell anyone - ANYONE -
what's going on.

That does include Kevin.
I know you trust him...

I don't trust anyone, pal.

But from our point of view,
till we can eliminate him,

we'll be treating him
as a suspect. OK?

One last one.

Have you asked for any proof
that she hasn't been hurt?

He sent, um...

Yesterday, he sent this.

I'm sorry. Can I...?

OK.

Just go home, carry on as normal,
and we'll be in touch. All right?

Have you got a minute?

I didn't plan this.

She turned up at the mission.

Only because she was
worried about me and even then...

I keep thinking about Kevin.
Why Kevin?

Why did they ask
for Kevin to deliver the money?

How well do you know them?

I don't.
She's a friend of my sister's. Why?

She may have been alive
when that picture was taken,

but if they're saying they're
not asking for any more money,

and that was this morning...

Kevin Weatherill came
into my nick four days ago.

He was agitated. He wanted
to tell me something and then

before he could, he disappeared.

We'll have obs on him
within an hour.

How long have you been
back in uniform?

Nearly nine years.

I had a bit of a...

My daughter died.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Then I had a grandson to look after,

and being a detective didn't fit
the lifestyle any more, so...

It was nice to see you.

Thank you, Catherine.
No problem.

Do you need a lift? No, you're fine,
I'll ring our Clare.

Ready to go.

Ooh!

Hello.

Hello. Fancy seeing you here.

She's not in. Is she not?

Well, that's all right.

I was coming to see Ryan.

I heard you wanted
to play football with me.

In the dark? Do you want to?

I would. Only the thing is,
I've never been very good at it.

It's easy.
I've got two left feet.

Have you?
Who do you support?

Man City. That's bad.

Edin Dzeko.

It's all going right
over my head, kid.

Striker.

Really? What else do you like doing?

Me bike.
He likes next-door's cat.

Do you?

I feed it when they go on holiday.
Very good.

He likes me best.

So you say.

So...
Hello?

Edin...Dzeko?
Is everything all right?

Where's he from? Not Manchester.

Bosnia. Do you know where Bosnia is?
On a map?

Yeah. Do you?

Hang on.

I've to go pick our Catherine up
in Sowerby Bridge.

She's stuck there without a car.
Are you...

all right with him if I nip out?

Well, I could...

Yeah. Yeah, you go.

He's all right here with me.

One colleague described
PC McAskill

as fun-loving and out-going,

and another as someone for whom
nothing was too much trouble,

especially when it came
to helping others.

A family member talked about how,
since the age of seven,

she'd talked about wanting
to be a police officer,

and after securing a place at
university in 2009 to study history,

instead enrolled as a PCSO.
The funeral is expected...

..to take place in two weeks' time.

Can we turn this off?

What's the matter?

What's happened?
I've thought...

I've thought of a way out
of the mess.

How?

I nearly, this morning,
said something to Nevison, but...

Said something? Yeah. Look.

If I said, "I think I know
who these people are,"

and I persuade him to
go to the police...

And to say Ashley?

To say Ashley's name? Yeah.

And to say that we rent
the caravan up there,

and I talk about work occasionally,
and Nevison, the family,

and that he must've picked up
on that. On what I said.

And then when Ashley says
it was me, it was my idea,

I just say that's a lie.

Who are they going to believe?
It's my word against his.

You'd never keep your nerve.

It was them!

What?

It was them that killed
that policewoman.

Those two yobs, those two animals
that work for Ashley.

They were moving her,
Ann, in a van, and...

That's...

They got pulled over, yeah, by her,
the police officer,

the one that's dead...

Only cos he had a rear light out...
Oh, my God.

And they killed her.

They kill...

They murdered
a police officer, Jenny!

That wasn't part of the plan.
That was never part of the plan!

And I'm not... If things...
I'm not being blamed for that.

Jesus!

Which is why,
I go to Nevison, I say,

"I think I might know
who these people are,"

and I persuade him we should
go to the police.

What about the money?

The money that you've got?
Ssh. I just bury it somewhere.

I don't know. Why?!

Why don't you just go there
and tell them the truth?

The truth?

Yeah. Just say that
you did what you did

but you had nothing to do
with murdering this girl!

No, no, Jenny. No.

Why did you do it? Any of it? Why?!

You know why, I've explained why.

If he'd chosen to give me
just a little bit more money

when I asked for it...
The girls, the girls, the girls!

What use are you going
to be to them in prison?

Which is why, if I say this thing to
Nevison and we go to the police

and say, "I think I might know
who these people are,"

it's a way out of it! Jenny!

There'll probably be something
you haven't thought of.

Thanks.

You'll never believe who
I've left our Ryan with.

Richard. Sauntered down to back yard,
did he want to play football?

Wow. Yep.

OK.

So, how's it going?

It's being dealt with.

Fair enough.

I went to see Tommy Lee Royce's
mother this morning.

And she knows.

She knows that that moron's
Ryan's dad.

How?

Eyes on the road.

How?!

They want me to kill you...

..but I thought we could have a bit
of recreational activity first.

Hmm?

I have this thing on my mind.

It's so weird.

I have a son.

I never knew.

Eight years old.

A boy, a lad.

How about that?

I just found out, just this morning.

What do you think about that?

This has just come in
from the store for you.

Boss, that cocaine I took off Marcus
Gascoigne when I arrested him -

it's unusable. As an exhibit.

The packaging's
been damaged, apparently.

It wasn't damaged
when I took it off him.

These things happen.
Yeah. All right. OK.

So...this is the thing.

The night Kirsten died,

the district commander
told me not to send it.

He brought the subject up, not me.

"You arrested Marcus Gascoigne,
drop it."

I said I couldn't - the stuff I took
off him had gone straight into
the store at Halifax nick.

He said, "Take it out." I said
I couldn't do that. And now...

the results have come back saying
that the packaging was damaged

and it's unusable as evidence,
and I know that it wasn't.

He told you to drop it? Yeah.

Well, then, I suggest
that's what you do.

But...

Things get damaged in transit.

He told you to drop it.

So drop it. That's...

It's like you telling
me you've entered an address

by "ways and means",
and me reckoning I haven't heard.

Sometimes we turn a blind eye,
don't we? Hmm?

Drop it.

If his bloods come
back tampered with,

I am not dropping that.
He was well over the limit.

It wasn't tampered with.
It was damaged.

Do you think you're letting
this get a bit personal?

What did you have for your dinner?

I can't remember. Think.

Oh, yeah, chips. Chips?

And custard.

Nice(!)

Nutritious...not.

You wanted to see me.

Put your seatbelt on.

Where are you living?
Is that my son?

You're not at your release
address, so where are you living?

I am living there. Is that my son?
No, not according to your mother,
you're not. What were you doing at

number 62 Milton Avenue? What?
What were you doing there?

Not me. You were seen. I saw you.

Must be somebody who looks like me.
What were you doing there?
I wasn't in there.

OK.

Well, we'll see, when I get the and
prints and swabs back from the lab.

How come Becky's dead?

I'm not talking to you
about my daughter. That's my lad.

He's got nothing to do with you.

You know me and your Becky
had a thing going on.

You twisted little bastard.
You raped her. I didn't.

Yes, you did. That's not...

I know what you did to her
because she told me.

You better not cross me, arsehole,

because if you do, I'll chop your
dick off and I'll make
you swallow it.

Is there anything I've said
you'd like me to repeat more slowly?

You're my son!

Ryan!

I'm your dad! You're my son!

I knew your mum!

Who's that?

It's no-one.

It's a scrote, nutter.

He's off his head on drugs.

These people say
the first damned silly thing

that comes into their heads.

Did he believe you?

I don't know. I don't know.

He seemed to.

Can he get access?

I mean, if he proves...

If he can prove he's his dad...

God knows. Probably. Really?

It won't happen. I won't let it.

But legally, he might...
I couldn't give a toss, legally.

But if he's saying he didn't rape
her,

then it's his word against yours.

It's not even his word against hers.

She killed herself
because of that bastard.

That is... It's not proof.

It's not like that's
what he was convicted of!

If he can prove that he is his,
then he will have rights.

He's not gonna prove it,

because I'm not gonna let him
anywhere near him.

Are we being thick?

Who? That cellar.

In that house near the Chinese,
all the stuff you found in there.

Is that not like...how you might keep
someone if you've kidnapped them

and raped them.

That's...

I could flag it up.

They could fast-track
the prints and swabs I had taken.

They should pick him up.
No. God, no.

If they think he's got anything
to do with Ann Gallagher,

that's last thing they'll do.
They'll follow him.

If they can find him.

Cos he sure as hell won't be
anywhere he's supposed to be.

What... Do you not think
we're onto something?

Clare, the first thing
you learn in this job

is not to make assumptions.
It's a short route to a cock-up.

It can take your eye off
what's really going on.

Hiya, Phil. It's Catherine. Look,

this might be something and nothing,
but I just thought I'd flag it up.

In West Yorkshire,
detectives investigating

the murder of PC Kirsten McAskill
have said that as well

as a white transit van, they're now
also looking for a yellow Mini,

and continue to appeal to members
of the public for information.

Martin Schofield reports
from West Yorkshire.

Four days on from the
brutal of the brutal killing of...

Oh, God.

Hello? Phil?
It's Nevison Gallagher.

Have you heard this on the news
about Kirsten McAskill?

A yellow Mini!
That's what our Ann was driving.

Shaf. You all right, Sarge?

What have I missed?

Oh, just three million phone calls
from people whose neighbours

have got a yellow mini.

How was the community meeting?

The usual suspects out in force.

We've got a dead police officer,

and they're still more bothered
about the amount of dog shit up
Smithy Clough Lane.

Listen, I'm just going to look in
on Tommy Lee Royce's mother again,

all right? I shan't be long.
OK. What for? Fun.

Morning.

Nevison.

I... I think I might know who
these people are.

Who did that?
What are you doing here?

He's been here,
because you gave him my message.

I know that.

So here's another one
I'd like you to give him.

Ryan is not his son.
Ryan has got nothing to do with him.

I would not waste my life dragging
up something he'd spawned.
All right?

Right. So you tell him...

..if he comes anywhere near our
Ryan, there'll be bother.

More bother than
he knows how to handle.

All right? Yeah.

Did he do that?

Why?

Why did he do it?

Cos it's Tuesday.
Cos the sun's shining.

Cos he feels like it.
There is no why.

Do you want me to arrest him? No.

Lynn, if he's knocking you about,
I'll arrest him.

Yeah, then he'll do it even worse.

I don't see him for f-f-f...weeks
and then...

I'll let his dog out,
that'll fucking learn him.

I don't see him for weeks,
then he brings a dog,

and I'm not allowed
in me own cellar.

Not that I ever go in there, like.

You know, but...

What dog? Ohh, it's...

Why's he got a dog in the cellar?
It's... Show me, Lynn.

Show me. He's just looking
after it for someone.

I'm in trouble now. Is Tommy here?

No. Why's it padlocked?

He put that on.
He's training it up for a fight.

Have you heard this dog?
It's muzzled.

Have you seen the dog?

I don't think that's a dog
in there, Lynn.

Ann?

Get me out of here! Get me
out of here! Get me out of here!

You're out of here. It's over. Ssh.

Get me out of here!
Get me out of here!

What are you doing?
It wasn't me.

What are you fucking doing?!

Urgh!

Urgh!

Argh!

You bitch!

You're going to be eating food
through a straw

for the rest of your life.

You're going to need someone
to wipe your arse for you.

Oh, yes.

Do you like that, you slag?

Argh! Urgh!

Argh!

Argh! Argh!

~ Get in!
~ No, no, no...

Get in! No!

I need an ambulance.

No! Get in, get in.

Get in!

Don't do that. Don't do that.

Don't do that!

Don't do that! Don't do that!

Don't do that!

No!

Don't do that!