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PAT: Mackie trained to be a detective with your dad.

JO: 'What is he doing here, Pat? He's bent.

'He's a killer, for God's sake.' We three OK?

A man's been shot dead on the moors.

BABAK: Todd Drake - he's epileptic,

and he lived and worked on Bornegate Farm.

Todd Drake was dead before he was shot.

If he was shot after he died, what was the cause of death?

Hey, police! 'Somebody needs to go

'in the ambulance with that one, Xav Palmer.'

SOPHIE: Ban the burn.

There's a great big fire up on the moors.

'Pat's just come to say Soph and her mates are still up there.'

No! Argh! Hold onto my arm. Both arms if you can.

MAN: Right, heading down!

Have they found someone else?

Fire's just about under control.

Have they found Sophie? Don't think so.

You sure this is the Xav Palmer fella, then?

Positive.

Another body on Benson land.

I mean, why here, near Todd Drake?

That's a shotgun wound.

Another shotgun death, Sir.

This is the man that gave you and Deepa the slip yesterday? Mm.

Top policing, Marshall. Commendation worthy (!)

Thank you, Babak. Any connection between the victims?

Er, yeah. The farmer, Geoff Dixon,

pulled a shotgun on Xav Palmer yesterday, threatened to kill him.

And Todd Drake lived and worked on the same farm.

This Mr Dixon sounds like a person of interest to me.

So, where is he?

No sign of Dixon when Forensics were at Todd's caravan yesterday.

OK, well, find him. Now.

Speak to the Fire Investigation team.

How did the fire start?

Was it accidental, caused by the Bensons' heather burn?

Or was it deliberate, the killer covering their tracks?

Two murders in two days.

It's gonna spread quicker than the bloody fire,

so we keep a lid on this, yes?

The identity of the victims stays with us, understood?

BRADLEY AND BABAK: Yeah. Good.

Jo, liaise with uniform about the teenagers on the moor.

I wanna know as soon as they've been found and interviewed -

who was here, what they were doing, and what did they see?

Yeah. And while we track down Geoff Dixon,

I'd like to know if these two victims knew each other.

So if there is a connection, find it.

Pat.

Sophie, thank God for that! How is she?

She's a bit shaken up, but she's OK.

She got separated from her mates in the panic and lost her bearings.

But they're gonna check her over. What about the girl I found, Izza?

I've seen her. She's banged up, but she's all right.

What were they doing up there?

I can't get anything out of them, so...

Oh, Soph, are you all right? Erm...

Listen, you won't be able to talk to me and Pat officially

because we're family,

but you'll have to give a statement when you're ready, yeah?

Hey, what's this about another dead body?

Who told you that? Fluttered my eyelashes at a fireman.

So is there a serial killer or what?

Can we just not spread any rumours?

Cos we're trying not to panic everybody.

Who is it? Who died? It's... It's nobody that you know.

You just take care of yourself, all right?

What were they doing on the moors at 4am?

They're teenagers.

You know, we did stupid stuff when we were their age. Sorry.

Listen, what's all this about you been outsmarted

by the second murder victim?

Who told you that? Babak texted me.

Oh, my God. I just... My head was spinning.

It was all that stuff with the commendations,

and then you texting me every four seconds.

So I messed up, all right? All right, all right! Sorry.

Look, before all this kicked off,

I was gonna do some more Mackie stuff.

These are coppers that your dad and Mackie worked with.

They're all retired now. Do you know any of them?

No. No, I don't think I do.

Why don't you ask my mum? She might remember. Yeah.

Just... careful what you say. All right.

No, I know, I understand, Mrs Clifford. No, it's scary.

Right, close your windows if you're worried about the smoke.

Yes, yes. So they're only evacuating the houses

closest to the moors as a precaution, OK?

MRS CLIFFORD: 'OK. OK. Well, we'll give that a go.'

All right, then. You stay safe now. OK, bye-bye. Bye for now.

Bye for now. Hi, hello!

I promise you she's not been in that thing all morning,

just most of it.

I'm up to my neck with calls about the fire.

And what's all this about another body?

My lips are sealed.

So it's true, then.

Er, right. Right, where the hell have I put my keys now?

Oh, hey, would you...? Shh, shh.

Will you have a look at this for me quick?

Erm, names of old coppers.

Could you help fill in the blanks? Yeah.

Oh, my... SHE CHUCKLES

I've not seen these names in a while.

Er, right. Nige, Nigel Lynwood.

He lives in Spain now, on his fourth wife.

Jim B. Oh, right. Yeah, that'll be Jim Baxter.

Oh, he died just after Bren, actually.

Tempo... God.

Bren did not like him. No?

No. Who's he?

PHONE BUZZES

Sorry. Molly Marshall.

ON PHONE: 'It's Mrs Barnes.' Oh, hello, Mrs Barnes.

I've spoken to the street-cleaning department about the graffiti.

I promise you, I'll keep pushing them.

OK? Bye-bye. Oh.

Bye, bye, bye. SIGHS

Those bloody red Xs. Right. Where were we now?

Tempo? Fraser Tempest.

Yeah, Bren thought he was a bit of a liability, actually.

Mackie weren't keen, either. Liked to drink.

Er, got in the way of a few cases, I think.

Took early retirement.

Is he still local?

Ish. Hang on a minute. I might, erm...

I might have his details in there, actually. There you go.

Right, I've got to go. I've got to get over to Tony's.

He's not answering his bloomin' phone.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye, beautiful.

Bye-bye. So, what are you asking me for, anyway?

Mackie'll tell you more than I can.

It's a surprise for Mackie's birthday.

I'm getting some of the old-timers together.

But I won't invite Tempo.

All right. I've gotta go. See you later. Bye!

FRONT DOOR CLOSES

Oh, hello. What are you doing here?

Where's Tony? Oh, he's, er...

He's upstairs fretting about Donna moving back in.

I've offered to give the tideline another coat

while he's fannying about with his council stuff.

You see, I'm nice like that. He's a good dad.

Yeah, well, he couldn't cut in to save his bloody life. Erm...

Just wondering, do you fancy meeting up for a drink later?

I mean, er, just be nice to catch up properly, you know,

on what I've missed. PHONE RINGS

Molly Marshall.

Yeah, hello? Thanks for painting, Jack.

Was that Molly? Yeah, she's... she's outside on the phone.

Erm, meant to ask, I went over to Uplands after our chat yesterday.

Who's the, er... Who's the fancy brunette

in the yoga pants calling the shots and waving her clipboard around?

Sounds like Harriet Benson. What, flood wall Harriet Benson?

Haven't seen her in years. Didn't she have the landscaping company?

No, I don't think so, she...

she runs the Crossdale Estates now with her dad, Alan.

Bit of an eco-warrior, actually. But, no, I suppose, er...

Well, she might be consulting.

Who bought Uplands after you, then?

Er, it was a company called Horion Developments.

But you'd have to ask the liquidators.

Well, no-one you know, at least, eh? That's got to be good.

Ah! Oh, there you are.

I've been trying to call you all morning.

Yeah, you and half of Waterside.

Yeah, and the other half have been calling me.

So, a fire, another body, what's next?

What's next is another flood. Oh, no!

Yeah. We're due heavy rain later.

The problem is, you see,

the burnt moorland will increase run-off,

make the chance of flooding worse.

Let's hope the flood wall does its job.

Right, so, come on, what's the plan?

Well, I'm gonna go down to the police station...

CHATTER FADES

Bye, then!

'A second murder investigation has been launched in Waterside

'after the death of a man in his 40s.'

BABAK: Who told the press?

Sure you didn't text them? Is there any sign of Geoff Dixon?

He's not at the farmhouse.

Car's gone. SHE SIGHS

Really hope he's not the third victim.

How do you figure that?

Well, Dixon said that criminals have been targeting the farm,

ditching construction waste.

He seemed to think that Xav was involved.

What about Todd Drake?

Well, Todd could have links to the same gang.

They get in over their heads, Dixon witnessed something...

Dixon is not a victim. He's a suspect.

He pointed a shotgun at Palmer,

threatened to kill him, and now he's done a runner.

Mm... DOOR OPENS

Interim pathology report.

So, both victims likely shot with a 20-bore shotgun,

but get this - both shot when they were already dead.

What?

So what killed them?

Let's have a look.

OK, so, Todd Drake suffered a blow to the forehead,

unlikely severe enough to be fatal.

Cause of death still to be established.

We're not gonna know for a while yet.

What about the abandoned Transit van found near Todd's body?

Has the blood on the dashboard been tested?

We're waiting on the results.

We should chase it. That could be Todd's.

Excuse me if I don't jump at your suggestions right now.

No, no, no, she's right. We should chase it.

Xav Palmer stabbed repeatedly with a long, thin object -

they think a shard of metal or a tool -

then his body moved to the ditch and shot.

It's unclear whether it was before or during the fire.

So both bodies are moved to the moors. Why?

And why shoot them both after they're dead?

The guy's angry, unhinged.

Killing them wasn't enough. Wanted to keep inflicting damage?

Yeah, maybe, but Xav was stabbed to death,

and Todd's got no obvious lethal injury.

Why the inconsistency?

Have we found any more connections between the two?

Nah. Chalk and cheese, these two.

Todd Drake had a quiet life, by all accounts.

Lived and worked on the farm for a couple of years.

Man of God, no criminal record.

Had a long-term girlfriend who died two years ago - leukaemia.

Xav Palmer is a...

well, an unemployed drifter.

Bit of a... Bit of a wrong 'un, by the sounds of it.

I mean, his mam was in bits,

but even she didn't have much nice to say.

Had a few girlfriends according to her, but she only knew first names,

so Lynn's trying to get the surnames and ID them.

So, Xav's crooked, but Todd's a churchgoer.

Doesn't sound like someone caught up in organised crime to me.

Yeah, yeah, but even so,

both men shot postmortem with a shotgun.

Something's got to link them.

Yeah. BABAK CHUCKLES

Geoff Dixon!

Hm... PHONE CHIMES

Any news from the teens on the moor? Not yet.

Some of them went straight home, some to hospital.

It's proving quite hard to wrangle all the parents.

What? What is that?

This... is everywhere.

Doesn't look like you're trying to arrest him to me, Marshall.

BALSARA: "Keep a lid on this," I said.

"The victims' identities stay with us."

And now there's a video of you online,

looking like you're about to smooch one of them!

Why didn't you cuff him?

I was about to, but his thigh wound had re-opened.

So I-I covered him while he put a dressing on it.

I looked away for one second, and he took off!

We're getting calls from the press wanting a statement.

This is the last thing we need in a double murder investigation, Jo!

I understand. Who posted it? It wasn't me.

Well... This is not the first time you've been caught

in an awkward situation with a suspect,

only for them to end up dead.

You've got no idea what you're talking about.

If you'd not let him escape, he might still be alive. Babak!

Excuse me.

Jo. A word?

We've just seen the CCTV of you and Xav Palmer.

Oh, is there anyone who hasn't?

Look, Deepa tells me he was talking about you and dating apps.

What was going on with you two?

Nothing! Babak's telling everyone otherwise.

And Deepa, apparently.

Look, I'm only asking out of concern.

I know how personally involved you can get with these things.

Are you really questioning how I do my job?

Just remember who you're talking to.

I've gone out of my way with these commendations

to clean up the mess you made.

I can just as easily make it go another way.

A bit of gratitude wouldn't go amiss.

Get fucked, Mackie.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Why are you talking to Mackie behind my back? I wasn't!

I was getting a bollocking for losing Xav at the hospital.

He was making me go through it all step by step.

At the end of the day, Mackie's on our side, you know.

He defended you when there was gossip

about you and Lee Ellison, didn't he?

He's always got our backs. Just...

Just don't get too close, yeah?

What are you doing here?

I'm seeing Mackie for this community safety meeting this afternoon.

You all right? Yeah.

Actually, do you know of any other landowners

complaining about illegal waste?

Hm. Tony?

Oh, it's rife,

but the, er... the council won't do anything about it

until it's impacting public land.

On a privately owned farm, we've got no jurisdiction.

Yeah, well, that seems daft.

Ah, there... there's Mackie.

Oh. Bye, love. See you later. Yeah, bye.

Jo? MACKIE: Hi, Tony, Molly.

Thanks for coming in. You all right?

Yeah, fine. Lynn's come through with a list of Xav's girlfriends.

We've got Lucy Hampson, Abigail Midford, Donna Rower...

Donna Rower? What? Do you know her?

I know of her. That was her dad just now.

He's a councillor.

Yeah, Donna lives in temporary accommodation in town.

She's been there since the floods last year.

All right, we'll start with her.

You're with me now. Why?

Bit of space between you and Babak might not be a bad idea.

Don't let the stuff with Xav Palmer bother you.

I've done far worse myself.

And Babak, he's just threatened by you.

Young lass on the team, showing him up, getting commendations.

Yeah, well, he can keep them.

I don't like the attention.

I don't think he uploaded the video, though.

I know he has his moments, but that would be career-ending.

I mean, anyone could've done it. Don't waste your energy.

You know the bloke Babak mentioned,

the one he said you got close to last year...

was that Lee Ellison?

Yeah. How'd you know?

Just locker-room chatter. You know how it is.

Did you hear Balsara?

"Smooch". BRADLEY CHUCKLES

I mean, who the hell says "smooch"? THEY LAUGH

'Donna, when was the last time you saw Xav?'

Take your time. We know this is distressing.

DONNA SOBBING, EXHALES SHAKILY

SNIFFLES Erm...

He was here... yesterday.

He'd stayed over but overslept and left in a rush.

OK, and that was the last time that you saw him?

No. No, he came back later, looking for something.

But he had this gash on his leg,

and he... he wouldn't tell me how he got it.

But it needed dressing, and then I'd run out of bandages,

so I... I told him to go to hospital.

I couldn't get any sense out of him. It's all right. Just take your time.

Do you know what it was that he was looking for?

I really don't know.

I'm sorry, I can't do this. I can't...

OK. All right.

Erm, is there somebody that you can call to be with you?

Your dad, maybe? Yeah?

If there's, erm... If there's anything you remember,

or you notice something's missing, just give us a call. Thanks.

You all right?

Donna, is that from Xav?

So... Xav visits Donna,

then I see him at the farm.

He goes to hospital, does a runner,

comes back to Donna's looking for something,

then I see him at the chemist, and he does a runner again.

What do you think he was looking for at Donna's? Mm.

The note on the fridge, by the way, Xav signs his name with an "X".

What does that remind you of?

Paint your initial all over town, to what end?

Yeah. I don't know about that bit.

But if not, then what's it all about?

Fire service has just found a shotgun on the moors.

Armed Response says it's the same gauge

as the one used on both victims.

Should be getting confirmation as to who owns it soon.

Fraser Tempest? Uh-huh?

Pat Holman. I'm a detective in Waterside.

Off duty, obviously.

I'm setting up a local support network for retired coppers,

and I was just wondering if you had a minute for me to pick your brains?

Er, I'm off out in a minute.

Can you leave me your details? Yeah.

Do you keep in touch with any of the lads that you served with?

Not really. You took early retirement, right?

Yeah. Fancied a change.

School caretaker now. Suits me.

Look, being in the force is a tough line of work.

I wasn't cut out for it.

I heard it was like the Wild West back then.

Aren't you a bit young to be setting up support groups for old-timers?

Oh, it's a... it's a subject close to my heart,

cos my father-in-law was a copper - er, Bren Marshall.

Oh, yeah. I worked with Bren.

Good man. Mm.

I remember his little girl.

He was always bringing her to the station,

sitting her at his desk.

She is a detective now. And we're married.

Separated, er...

I tell you what, why don't you come in for a minute?

Thank you.

Do you have kids yourself?

Mine are all grown up now, with kids of their own.

Enjoy it while it lasts!

How old's the little one? She's just had her first birthday.

We had a big party for her,

not that she had any idea what was going on.

Mackie was there, actually.

I heard that you didn't quite get on with him and Bren.

You mind telling me what happened?

What makes you think anything happened?

Sorry, I-I didn't... I thought this was about ex-coppers?

It is. It is.

A lot of the old boys who retired, t-the same stuff keeps coming up.

You know, the stress and the pressures,

the things that they saw, the things they were made to do...

Enough of the "retirement group" crap.

What is this really about?

OK, look...

..I know Mackie hates you.

That's why I'm here.

And I've been doing their dirty work for years...

but not any more.

Me and Mackie are solid.

Always have been.

Well, I've heard differently.

And the way that you reacted when I brought Mackie's name up...

I need you to leave. Now.

Let's just forget about this, OK?

You came looking for trouble, not me. So...

..Pat Holman, of Leafield Avenue, Waterside...

..I suggest you leave now.

Please, don't say anything to Mackie.

Yeah, they came round.

I said to him, "She lives with a detective."

Pat'll talk to her, anyway.

PAT HUMMING I don't think she saw owt.

Speak of the devil.

Hey! Come here, you.

Yeah. Where have you been?

Driving this little monster around, trying to get her to go to sleep.

But no such luck. I thought she slept well in t'car?

Can you put the kettle on, Kel?

Er, where are your manners?

Will you put the fucking kettle on, please?

EVE COOS

They're staying here until Keith gets out of prison in a few days.

And I am counting down the hours.

Can we trust him?

Keith? I wouldn't trust him with the washing-up.

But he'll keep his mouth shut, if that's what you mean.

Right. What's going on with Jo?

She's fine. Why, what's happened?

I thought these commendations would draw a line under everything.

Apparently not. She's knackered, stressed.

Eve's teething. New job.

Now's the time to tell me if we have a problem.

There's no problem, really.

PHONE RINGS

Now, then.

Is that right?

OK. No, no, no. Thanks for the update.

Speak soon.

Here we go. Back to Daddy.

I trust you know what's best for your family.

SIGHS, FRONT DOOR CLOSES

I'll be increasing patrols in and around Waterside,

and street lighting will be reinstated temporarily overnight.

Now, a member of the team will be available to talk through

any concerns you may have between 8am and 2pm,

Monday through to Thursday.

And they will be supported by your local councillors,

Tony Rower and Molly Marshall.

Now, we've got a short window for any questions. Yes?

Is there a serial killer in Waterside?

Has all this graffiti got anything to do with it?

You say it's on my land, so it's my problem.

Well, now it's on your land, so you can deal with it!

Everybody, just stay seated. Hey, get off me!

Hey! Argh! Oh, God. Argh!

Geoff Dixon, you're wanted in connection with the murders

of Todd Drake and Xav Palmer.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention

when questioned something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

After you lot left, I drove to The Black Horse in Brackenwell

and made my way through several pints and half a bottle of vodka.

BABAK: Not exactly the smartest move

after what happened on the farm yesterday.

I was upset. Todd and I had worked together for years.

Do you think that Todd could've been involved in anything criminal?

CHUCKLING: Todd? Not a chance.

What about Xav? Oh, I didn't know the guy!

Why'd you have your shotgun out?

Security. Bloody fly-tippers.

Oh, look, I... I wouldn't have used it!

Go on, tell him! We went through this yesterday.

If you and the council had taken my complaints seriously,

we wouldn't be in this bloody mess.

Littering isn't really at the top of our priority list, Mr Dixon.

This is not just a few crisp packets and fag ends!

This is commercial waste! LAWYER: Mr Dixon, please.

Tons of it! And I do not have the money to clear it up!

This is the only crime where the victim takes the hit

and pays to clear it up.

And the people behind this, they are nasty bastards.

And they are raking it in, and it is not going to stop!

And nobody gives a toss!

Calm down. And that's before you get into the flooding every other year.

My flock is half the size it used to be

because the land is not fit for grazing.

I don't have any money for bills. I don't have any money for food!

And my best worker, my bloody friend, is dead!

Mr Dixon, we know that you're upset.

But you did employ one of these men and threatened to kill the other.

So we just need to make sure everything's nice and clear

for your statement, OK?

Good. Right, er... The Black Horse.

Is there anyone to confirm you were there?

It was karaoke night. I did Agadoo, then I did Wannabe.

A room full of people witnessed me butchering a modern pop classic.

But you can ask any of them.

And then the landlord, Neil,

he put me to bed on the sofa for the evening.

KNOCK ON WINDOW

He's got alibis all night long, apparently.

Well, it makes sense

because the shotgun they found on the moors isn't his.

Then whose is it? It's from the Crossdale Estate.

Bloody hell. What, Alan Benson?

No. Harriet?

You hadn't noticed the gun was missing?

Not until you called us.

I'm spinning plates here - running the organic farm,

the foundation, keep the place from crumbling.

Jo... Sorry. DC Marshall, DS Bradley,

this is my dad, Alan Benson.

Nice to meet you.

Now, let's move this shotgun business along.

I'm meeting with the fire investigators at five,

find out what started the goddamn thing.

The sooner we can get word out

that it wasn't our heather burn, the better.

I think a stolen shotgun is worth a bit of our time.

How can we help?

Erm, do you keep this locked? Of course we do.

Well, there's no sign of forced entry,

so whoever it was had the code.

We're gonna need a list of everyone who has access.

If both of you could have someone to verify where you were, then...

Two murders on our moorland,

then the fire, and now a shotgun's been stolen.

Are we being set up or what?

Did either of you know Todd Drake or Xav Palmer?

Wasn't there a Xav that was a loader here or something?

I think there was a grouse beater called Xav.

Last year, year before.

I'd have to check.

I take it they're the dead men.

And you think Harriet's shotgun was used to kill them.

Well, the gun's with Forensics now.

Why did Xav stop working here?

No idea.

We don't know every casual employee on the estate.

Have you had any problems with illegal waste

being left on your land recently?

Only as much as any landowner.

Ah, here's Peter, our estate manager.

One more thing - when did you last see Xav?

Look, I barely remember the man.

Now, if you have any more questions, you can put them to my lawyer.

Harriet, give them some turnips.

Who knew "give them some turnips" was a euphemism for "fuck off"?

THEY CHUCKLE

Fraser?

Fraser? What's all this?

FRASER SIGHS Files, notebooks, tapes.

Stuff I took with me when I left.

It's all yours. I thought you and Mackie were solid.

I said that because I'm terrified of the man...

and so should you be.

I know, Fraser.

He's got me, too.

I looked the other way. I took backhanders.

But I'm a coward, so I kept my mouth shut.

I want to bring him down.

I just need help. FRASER SIGHS

What's Mackie got on you now? I'm not bloody telling you!

You see, that's what he does -

he finds your weakness, and then he uses it against you.

I didn't want to put my ticket in. But it were that or prison.

And I'm a coward... like you.

Well, I'll hand myself in if I have to.

Will you, though? Can you really do it?

Because I thought I could too.

You got those from the station, not me.

If he catches you snooping around, you are on your own.

He won't think twice

about doing whatever it takes to save his own skin.

BRADLEY SIGHS

Balsara is not a happy bunny.

No solid suspect, no links between victims.

And the only lead we have right now is a shotgun

that wasn't even used to kill them.

And I've just spoken to Fire Investigation.

They've ruled out controlled burning as a cause of fire on the moors.

Oh, well, that's one thing off the Bensons' plate.

So what caused it?

They don't know. But arson is still on the cards.

My niece was one of the teens on the moor.

She's been banging on about heather burning.

Hopefully, uniform can get something out of her and her mates.

Listen, erm... I'm sorry for prying earlier, about Lee Ellison.

It was the last thing you needed when you're having a shit day.

Yeah, don't worry about it.

Fancy a pint? My treat.

I would, but I... I can't.

Another time?

OK. Well, if you ever need to talk about Xav or Lee or...

well, anything really, I'm here.

And I could do with the distraction, to be honest.

Empty nest syndrome's a bastard. JO CHUCKLES SOFTLY

I'll see you. See you.

PAT ON PHONE: 'I was convinced that Fraser was gonna call Mackie.

'But then he shows up with all this -

'case files, interview tapes.'

There's money-laundering schemes with no cash to show for it,

drug-farm raids with not much in the way of drugs.

All signed off by Mackie.

'What, so you think he was stealing evidence? Drugs, cash?'

Maybe. I mean, there's no evidence of corruption.

It's all circumstantial, but I... I can't look at it

at work now anyway without it all being flagged to Balsara.

SIGHS

I mean, look, there's another one.

2012, teenager, Saskia Bale.

Burglary. All the evidence goes missing whilst she's in custody.

Charges are dropped.

Well, er, let's see what else we can find on her

and anyone else in there.

Yeah, and there's... there's, er, tapes.

'What kind of tapes?'

Interviews conducted by Mackie and your dad.

'I've... I've only started listening to one of them, though.'

OK. Er, send me an audio file.

You sure?

Do you think I can't handle listening to them?

'I don't know. You've... You've had a rough day.

'I don't wanna do anything that's gonna send you over the edge.'

I'm fine. I'm fine. Are you?

Not really, no. I mean, you didn't see the way Mackie looked at me.

Even if Fraser hasn't said anything, that doesn't mean he's not onto us.

It's fine. I'll sort things with Mackie.

Right. 'Right, got to go.'

Just send me that audio, yeah? 'Yeah, OK. Bye.'

That's new, isn't it?

He's very good, isn't he?

If you say so.

Hello, sweetheart. What are you doing up?

There's someone outside. They were at my window.

Stay here. Dad!

SHOTGUN COCKS

LEAVES RUSTLE, EXHALES

SIGHS

Thought it was your night off.

There's more to do here than there is at home.

Sarah still in London?

Yeah. Turns out, being an MP is more full-on than being a copper.

Mackie...

..I'm sorry for having a go earlier.

PEN CLATTERS

The commendations,

they just brought up everything that had happened.

And I... All this stuff with Xav Palmer, you know?

Sorry.

You were having a bad day. You took it out on the wrong person.

Let's move on.

So, what did happen with you and Xav Palmer?

I helped protect his modesty. He got the better of me.

HE CHUCKLES That's it.

All right, forget about it.

I'll shut down the office gossip.

And embrace the commendations.

What you did last year should be celebrated.

There's a bright future for all of us if we can just stick together.

It's OK. You don't need to give me the sales pitch.

I'm not gonna say anything.

I've got too much to lose.

And you know...

you were my dad's best friend.

You've been there my whole life.

We're family.

Mm.

A fucked-up family, but, yeah.

You know, ever since your dad died...

..I've felt responsible for you.

Make sure you were taken care of, that you were happy.

And your mum, too. God knows she deserves it.

But I miss you...

..what we had before.

Look, and I know it's gonna take some time

for you to think of me like you used to, but you will.

I know you will.

Thanks for seeing me, Mol.

I found out I got screwed over the Uplands deal.

Basically, my investors pulled out of the deal

at the last minute, left me drowning in debt,

so, erm, I had no choice but to declare bankruptcy.

And then today, I find out that those same investors

bought back Uplands from the liquidators.

Forcing me out, so that they could, er...

well, snap it up for peanuts.

Oh, my... Is... Is that even legal?

Well, I mean, the original investment

was made pretty much on a handshake.

You know, gentleman's agreement. Oh, that was your own fault, then.

Well, maybe a bit. But, I mean, I needed the money!

Anyway, I checked out who owned the parent company

that was dealing with all of that.

Turns out, it was Alan Benson.

Sounds to me like a cut-throat business.

I'm sure you've done similar.

You're supposed to be on my side!

Well, can't Sarah Mackie help you out?

You know, girlfriends in high places and all that?

That ship's sailed long ago.

Actually, not... not so much sailed. It sunk.

So is it all over between you two, then?

Yeah, I'm done chasing other men's wives.

Devoted the best years of my life to all of that,

what with my business schemes.

And what have I got to show for it? Sod all.

CHUCKLING: Oh, come on.

You'll be back on your feet in no time. You're a survivor.

Like a cockroach.

No, I don't know. This last year -

what with losing Uplands and everything else -

I've just realised that, er...

..I just want something more for my life, you know?

Just want something real. Oh, bloody hell!

Jack Radcliffe trying to find himself.

You stop with the jokes, please?

You know, I'm talking here about my bloody... feelings.

Anyway, when I came back to Waterside, I realised that, er...

..well, there was one person that I really, really wanted to see.

Who? You, for God's sake!

I think the world of you, Mol, always have.

There. Right, now I've said it. Done.

Well, don't just sit there, say something! Oh, shut up!

SIGHS

PAT: 'Hiya. Here's the interview

'with your Dad and Mackie I told you about.'

SIGHS DEEPLY

'I'm Detective Sergeant Bren Marshall,

'presently stationed at Waterside Police Station.

'Also present is Sergeant Phil Mackie.

'I'm interviewing Tommy Haddon.

'Tommy, can you give your account of events from the morning

'of the 22nd of June...'

SPEECH FADES

What's this about you being caught on candid camera

with one of the victims?

Oh, God. I just keep thinking if I'd taken him in,

he might still be alive.

No, Mum, please don't watch it.

Hang... Is that Xav?

Did you know him? Yeah, I did.

You know the grief counselling group I go to?

Well, he's been coming there these last few months,

talking about losing his dad.

He was... He was devastated.

Xav went to grief counselling?

Did you talk to him much?

No, not really. Sorry.

Aw. He's dead? Poor bloke.

Mm. So he was the one dating Donna Rower, weren't he?

Mm. Yeah.

I, er... I saw you and Jack last night.

CHUCKLES Yeah. Is that a problem?

Well, I've gotta be honest, I didn't love it.

Are you two, like, a thing now or...?

No! I don't... Oh, I don't know. Can I not just have a bit of fun?

Yeah. Sorry.

You're right.

There wasn't a, erm, Todd Drake

at that grief counselling group, was there?

Yeah. There was a Todd. Don't have a surname, though. Why?

Did his girlfriend die of leukaemia?

Yeah. How do you know that?

Todd's the other murder victim.

No! MOLLY GASPS

Right, well, in that case, it's not a random killing spree, then, is it?

So, hang on, Xav and Todd went to the same grief counselling group.

Did they know each other? Yeah. They were... They were mates.

They met there, I think. They always sat together.

And I think Xav would stay at Todd's,

you know, when they'd had a skinful.

Which I always thought was a bit odd cos they were so different.

There was a sleeping bag at the caravan.

So Xav wasn't sneaking around the farm,

he was just going back to Todd's.

He had a bag! Oh, he had a bag.

He must've dumped it before Dixon caught up with him.

Thank you, Mum. OK. Bye, love. Bye. Bye-bye.

OK, the quad bike chases Xav into here, and he has the bag.

But when he jumps over that half door down there,

it's gone. He doesn't have it.

Sam.

It might be...

Yeah, here we go.

JO EXHALES

Hang on.

What is it? What the hell were they up to?

Whatever it is, it went wrong.

Xav kill Todd? Yeah, but why?

And if he did, then who killed Xav with the same shotgun MO?

Maybe things went wrong, Todd got killed, and then Xav knew

they were coming for him next. PHONE CHIMES

Oh, Forensics.

OK, so, Xav and Todd definitely both shot with the Benson gun.

Wiped down one thumbprint on the barrel - not Xav or Todd's.

And it's not someone on our system.

Do either of the Bensons have fingerprints on record?

Do we really think Harriet or her dad could be murderers?

More likely, the fingerprint belongs to one of their employees. Mm.

Oh, wow.

Someone clearly thinks they're to blame.

CAR DOOR OPENS

CAR DOOR CLOSES Thanks for coming, Phil.

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