All language subtitles for Ellis.S01E02.iNTERNAL.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_Track03

-[Sighs]

Ooh, look, that's another
42 hours you lot have

to get your ducks in a row
and charge me.

Just enough time to defrost that
chicken I put in the fridge.

[Door closes]

[Beep]
-You have one new message.

[Beep]

-Ellis, charge your phone
or get a new one. Call me back.

[Phone rings]

-It wascharged.
I was shopping.

-Turn your ringtone up, then.

What do you know
about Callorwell Police?

-Callorwell. Callorwell.

Carla Duffy. Drug baron.

Big operation collapsed.

-CPS had to drop
the prosecution.

They have no choice
but to release Duffy.

Best case scenario, arresting
officers just skipped protocol.

Or were sloppy.

♪♪

There's more. A lot more.

DS Jenny Rawler, 35.

Husband reported her missing
last night.

He's gone public.
The press are all over it.

-Officer disappears.

Husband is saying the force
had something to do with it.

-Her colleagues are keeping a
tight lip, and their DCI, Hain,

picks this precise moment to
take a leave of absence.

Stress.

The station is a circus.

So we need you
to oversee this mess.

-You need PR on this, Leigh.
An army of PR. Not me.

-I need you to find DS Rawler.

Harper's on his way.

-Popular with her colleagues.

Dedicated officer.

Quiet, serious, homebody.

Married to Adam Reid
for five years.

One stepson, Mark.

♪♪

Her car was found
at Callorwell Activity Centre.

She was a regular.
Went climbing twice a week.

Had her own locker.

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

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[Sheep bleat]

♪♪

♪♪

-Really?
-Yeah.

[Church bell tolls]

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

♪♪

-Carla! Do you think the arrest
was unfair, Carla?

[Reporters shout]
-Back them up!

-Carla!

-Move!
[Police radio chatter]

-Out of the way!

-Get back!

[Camera shutters clicking]

-There we go! Lovely, lovely!

-Carla Duffy.
-Not quiet or a homebody.

Pretty serious, though.

Welcoming.
-Yeah.

♪♪

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-DCI Ellis.

And...Harper, isn't it?
-Yeah.

I'm DI Jamie Morrison.
So glad you're here.

We've put every resource
at your disposal.

Finding Jenny
is our number one priority.

-So glad to hear it.

[Door buzzes]
-Welcome to the nerve centre.

Let me introduce you
to the team.

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

[Clears throat]
Gents. Attention.

This is DCI Ellis, here to help
us find DS Jenny Rawler.

♪♪

We all want the best results
here,

so I'm expecting a clear, open
exchange of...

-Thank you.

I'm expecting you to exchange
everything you know with me

and DS Harper here.

Jenny Rawler's bank statements,
parking tickets,

anything that tells me
where she was

up until the moment
we lost her.

And to be clear,

I will not be sharing any of my
findings with your team.

Office.

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

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-I bow to your expert opinion,
DCI Ellis,

but, erm...we're on the same
side here, surely.

-Your station just arrested
the head of a violent drug gang,

then botched the operation,
were forced to release her

without charge.
-Carla Duffy.

Don't worry,
we'll get her next time.

-Meanwhile,
the day Duffy's brought in,

one of your officers goes
missing.

Her husband thinks your station
is involved

in her disappearance.
-That's absurd.

-Perhaps. But Jenny was working
the Duffy case.

Opens up another can of worms.

-Yeah. Er, several, actually.

So, Jenny, er, could've been
kidnapped, er, or worse,

as leverage
for Carla Duffy's release.

-Look, I get your point.
-My point is...

I don't know who, if anyone,
I can trust on your force.

[Knock on door]

-Everything we've got
on Jenny's movements, boss.

So far.

-I appreciate
how well informed you are,

but we know that DS Rawler
requested emergency leave

for personal reasons.
-Not according to her husband.

-So I gather, but then...

-The protocol for requesting
leave is an e-mail

to the immediate line manager,
which would be you.

Jenny sent one text to DCI Hain.

So...as he was the last person

we know Jenny
communicated with...

♪♪

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♪♪

[Dog barks in distance]

Excuse me turning up unannounced
at your home, DCI Hain,

at this difficult time.

-No apology necessary,
DCI Ellis.

Missing person,
time is of the essence.

-I'm wondering why, if Jenny
requested emergency leave.

-Er, personal reasons,
I believe.

-Only I noticed she sent the
request direct to you,

which I found strange.

-Strange? No.

No, typical Jenny.
-And by text,

not by internal e-mail,
which isn't protocol.

-I'm afraid DS Rawler
never quite got her head

around protocol.
-A serious, capable officer

is how Jenny is described.
Well-liked.

-And I'm sure no-one
would say otherwise.

The thing is, DCI,
I run a tight ship.

You can't turn up
with your shoes polished one day

and they storm off in a strop
the next.

-So her disappearing
the day Carla Duffy is arrested,

her husband's allegations,
none of it bothers you?

-No, first is just coincidence,

second, well,
the man was beside himself.

My take on why
she requested leave?

Attention seeking.

Jenny tends to feel herself
hard done by, looked over.

But the truth is she's just not
that talented a police officer.

But we make do with what we've
got and we, er, act grateful.

One of the many stresses
of the job.

-Yeah. Stress.

That's what youcited
in yourrequest for leave.

♪♪

♪♪

-[Panting]

-[Whining]

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♪♪

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-DS Harper.

-I'm DC Thompson. Leah.

Anything I can do to help, ask.

Jenny and I are friends,
get on well.

We work a few cases together.

And she always stops for a chat
with you, doesn't she, Landry?

-Great. Er, Leah.

Great. And Sergeant Landry,
right?

So, I was hoping for a look-see
on Jenny's cases.

They're not in this file.

And I'm still waiting for access
to the system,

so whatever you can do...
-Where's the guv?

-In his office. Why?

-Is it Jenny? What is it?

-Sir, I've just had a call.

They've found a body.
-No. Please, God, no.

-Everyone, listen, erm...

We've had the call.

It's not good news.

♪♪

Looks like we've found her.

Jenny.

She's dead.

-I'm on my way.

♪♪

♪♪

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Police radio chatter]

♪♪

-Boys tell me you're the SIO,

while Hain has a well-deserved
lie down.

Follow me, then.

♪♪

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[Crows caw]

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-Can't see the wound.
-She's lying on it.

Single cut, stab.

But it severed the femoral
artery.

She bled out.
-So the wound's in her thigh.

-We'll do a rape kit at the PM,

but sexual assault looks
unlikely.

She was fully dressed
when she was discovered.

No other visible injuries.

[Echoing shouts]

-But there was a struggle.
The mud.

-Well, she's a copper.
She'd have put up a fight.

-If she was stabbed, it would've
had to have been from behind.

She'd be running away.

-But if it wasn't deliberate,
if she fell back...

-Onto...

Given the jagged fabric tear,
it's not a knife wound.

Something more...
-Like glass.

A broken bottle.
-Plausible.

-Whatever it was,
it's not in the wound any more.

No blood on any shards
in the immediate area.

-Well, collect them all up,
anyway. See if one of them fits.

-Of course.
I love a jigsaw puzzle.

-You think she was meeting
someone...who attacked her?

Or just a freak accident?
She fell and died alone?

-If so, she wasn't alone
for long.

Someone found her,
took her phone,

texted Hain,
requested emergency leave.

Someone who knew Jenny.

♪♪

[Police radio chatter]

♪♪

♪♪

-More of you.

-Mr. Reid, I'm DS Harper,
this is DCI Ellis,

and DCI Ellis
is leading the investigation

into what happened to DS Rawler
and we're here...

-You mean my wife?

You from Callorwell?
-Erm, no, sir.

DCI Ellis...
-That's something, at least.

-Mr. Reid, my heartfelt
condolences.

This is a terrible time
for your family.

I don't have many questions.

We know you've been away
from home.

-At a conference.

I stayed at the Lane End Hotel
for two nights,

got back yesterday afternoon.

There was no sign of her.
I called, texted, nothing.

-According to your doorbell
security camera,

you may have been the last
person to see Jenny.

-Erm...

I were headed back
to the library.

You can check.
I had to swipe in.

Worked late. I've got exams.

-And did you hear from Jenny
later that day?

Any calls? Any texts?

-No. No, we...

We don't talk every day.
But we got on.

I mean, Jenny's...

Well, Jenny, she were...

-Your wife's phone is missing,
Mr. Reid.

So we don't know yet
who she called.

If she was alone, if she'd
arranged to meet someone.

-Meet who? No, my wife and I
did everything together.

-Well, apart from her climbing,
your cycling and her job.

-Which I begged her to pack in.

Have you any idea what it's like
for a husband,

knowing other men
are treating your wife that way?

Excluded from briefings,
passed over for promotion,

publicly undermined.

Derogatory comments
about her ability to do the job.

And they made it quite clear
why. Cos she's a woman.

-Did Jenny submit
this complaint?

-No. But the e-mail was ready
to send.

Jenny hated making a fuss.

And then something happened,
something unforgivable.

The final straw, she said.
She started making enquiries

about how to lodge
a formal complaint of bullying.

-And this bullying,
who participated in it?

-You know what they say, a fish
always rots from the head.

-DCI Hain.

-So, erm, this complaint,

do you think that's why Jenny
requested emergency leave?

-How many times do I have to
tell you? She didn't.

They're lying again.

Have you read the letters?

-[Sighs] Not yet.

But I'd like to,
if you could show them to me.

-They're at the station. I gave
them to Landry. Death threats.

Jenny said it was something
to do with work. Death threats!

-Dad! She said
she was dealing with it.

-Yeah.

Instead of which
they dealt with her.

♪♪

-Bit late for house calls,
DCI Ellis.

-Bit late for Jenny, too.

♪♪

-It's a terrible thing.
Poor woman.

-That's not what you called her
earlier.

Attention seeking,
that's how you described her.

-That was
my professional assessment.

-Of a woman about to file
a formal complaint against you.

For bullying.

Which I think you knew.

And now...she's dead.

-[Scoffs]

So what am I now,
a person of interest?

Depends what you were doing
Tuesday evening.

-I'd have to check.
-That would be helpful.

-Ah, yes, cards night
at DI Morrison's.

Just the two
of us.

-Morrison is your alibi.
-We had a few beers too many,

went after hours,
then I came home.

-I'll need the name
of the cab company.

You drove home drunk?

-Yes, alright. I'm no saint.

I'm not sure what time I got in.
-I could ask your wife.

-I slept in the spare room,
didn't want to disturb her.

-Still, she might...
-I'm gonna ask you to leave now.

If there's anything else, I'd
like my representation present.

-Good idea.

I'll show myself out.

♪♪

[Phone chimes]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Oh, we knew she was up to
something. It's a small station.

She was enquiring about
the complaints process,

asked the wrong guy.

Look, man,
she was in love with him,

Hain didn't reciprocate,
or they were up to something,

and she did what they all do.
A woman scorned.

-Ah, yeah, hell hath no fury.

-Honestly, your lady boss
may be a bit of a tiger,

but all power to her
if she can find Jenny's killer

and get things back to normal.
[Phone chimes]

-Excuse me.

Normal?
-Hain back where he should be.

He's a good boss and a good man.

-A good man, Hain.

Er, you had him over for cards
Tuesday night?

-He's been under stress.
Jenny's nonsense didn't help.

And I'm the sort who stands by
a man when he's down.

-Right.

-Mm.

Excuse me.

I fancy some toast.

-May I?
-I was just leaving, actually.

-Yeah, me, too.

Coffee's awful.

-[Sighs]

You following me?
-No.

-I should warn you,
I'm a black belt. Fourth Dan.

[Sobs]
-Hey.

Are you...Are you OK?

Sorry.
No, of course you're not.

Jenny was your friend.
You worked cases together.

The Duffy op?

-Yeah.

-Nothing front line, though.
Filing.

I think Hain just put us on it
to keep us quiet.

-Right.
-Seriously, I'm fine.

Were you talking to Morrison
about Jenny?

-A bit.
-Look, erm,

it's my job to ask questions.

So, er...was it true,
about your black belt?

-[Chuckles]

No.

Jenny and I used to wish we were
sometimes.

-I wanted to ask him,

but maybe I can ask you.

Er, in the days
leading up to Jenny's death...

...can you think of
any reported incidents,

anything that stands out?

-Yeah. Student overdose.

Her name was Amelie Hadenham.
She was 20.

-Amelie. And was, erm,
was Jenny on that case?

-No. They...
put someone else on it.

-Seriously, though, you could
ask for compassionate leave.

-Yeah. They'd love that.

No, I need to help find
who killed my friend.

-Hain.

I was...I was talking to
Morrison about Hain.

Apparently,
Jenny had issues with him.

Do you?
-No.

I have no complaints.

♪♪

-He gave them to you.

-I, erm, I may have.
Let me, er...

-No, no, Sergeant Landry.
Let me.

What can I do for you,
DCI Ellis?

-Adam Reid handed in evidence
Wednesday night

while reporting his wife
missing.

Letters. Death threats.
I'd like to see them.

-As would I.

That's the first I've heard
of any letters.

But I will personally
hunt them down for you.

And, erm...

...I feel I should explain
my evening with Hain.

Ah, he was feeling low.
I felt obliged.

We ordered Chinese.
You can check the app.

-Yeah. That'd be great.

Thanks, man.

[Church bell tolls]

-Hain knew what Jenny
was planning.

-Yeah, Morrison, too.
Though he reckons

that Jenny was
just trying to get her own back

after an affair.
And Leah was proper cagey.

But she did mention
a suspected overdose

at the uni last Thursday.

Amelie Hadenham, a student
at Broughton University.

But Jenny wasn't assigned
to the case.

Was Amelie a friend of Mark's?
-Maybe.

Or the drugs could be connected
to the Duffy investigation.

-Which Jenny and Leah were on.
Filing.

Why don't we bring them in
for questioning?

The Duffy crew.
-And reveal what we don't know?

You only ask questions
when you're damn near certain

what the answers are gonna be.
-But, boss,

meanwhile my only source
of intel is station gossip.

IT still haven't given us
access.

[Phone chimes]
They're hiding something.

-What is it, boss?
-Jenny.

She was 18 weeks pregnant.

-I mean, like, I'm no expert,

but I think I would know

if my wife was
more than four months pregnant.

Do you think they weren't...

...you know...

...intimate?

-What did Mr. Reid say?

"We did everything together."

Yeah.

Nah.

-So...Jenny was having an affair
with Hain...like Morrison said?

-As station gossip is our only
intel right now,

keep asking around.

-I could turn on the charm,
I suppose.

[Tablet ringtone]

[Tablet ringtone]

-Yep?

-Chief Constable
wants an hourly update.

Media want a report
from the Home Office.

-There were death threats.

Letters.
-Frank!

The husband handed them in
to the station,

but no-one's seen them.

Crucial evidence missing.

We haven't seen
Jenny's phone logs yet,

had access to her cases or any
complaints made against her.

[Phone chimes]
-Why not?

-This could be something to do
with the Duffy op,

domestic violence, or cover-up
of a workplace affair.

-A blue-on-blue killing?
-Or an accident.

Whichever...

I'm just not getting
the cooperation I need.

Look, Leigh, I gotta go.

My immediate priorities are

the logs from Jenny's phone
provider. I need them yesterday.

Forensics from the car.

The contents of Jenny's locker
at the climbing centre.

We should have this.

I need the threatening letters
Jenny's husband delivered

to the station
retrieved from evidence.

I also need Jenny's case files,

her records from HR,

and IT to sort out my access
to the station database!

Just do it.

-Gents.

Thanks, everyone.

Well...word on the wire is
Jenny was...

Tragic, really.
...up the duff.

Given which I anticipated
you'd welcome to the chance

to interview Mr. Reid again,
DCI Ellis.

Meanwhile, a quiet word, DCI.

[Indistinct conversations]

I spent the night
searching for those letters

Mr. Reid mentioned.
-Mm-hmm.

-And...

...unfortunately,
the letters were misfiled

and subsequently...destroyed

by a probationary officer.

Whose probation has been
terminated, obviously.

-Those letters are part of
a possible murder investigation.

-To be fair, ma'am,
at that point,

it was just an officer in
a tiff gone walkabout.

-Get me computer access.

[Indistinct conversations]

-So they killed Jenny...

...and our baby.

I'm sorry, this is, erm...

-I know this must be
a terrible shock.

Especially as you knew nothing
of Jenny's pregnancy.

-Why would she keep your baby
a secret from you, Mr. Reid?

-I think she...was under
a lot of stress here.

Maybe she didn't know.
That can happen.

But I know Jenny would never
keep secrets from me.

We were incredibly close.
-You did everything together.

You said.

Still, we've been wondering

who else might know
Jenny's movements.

When she was going climbing,
for instance.

-Loads of people.

Everyone here, for a start.

-Showing Mr. Reid
a list of numbers

contacted by Jenny's phone
in the last six months.

Looking at those, it seems to me

Jenny didn't have lots of
people.

The only person she called
regularly was you.

Mark occasionally.

-And some work calls, obviously.

-Work. She was obsessed
with the job. It was, er...

it was making her distant.

-Oh, so you weren't
incredibly close, then. Lately.

-One of the calls is to a
midwifery centre in Callorwell.

And there are two other numbers.
-Whose are those?

-We haven't got through
to them yet.

-And that's the lot.

No family, no friends.
-Yeah, well,

we didn't need other people.

What about the letters?

Whoever it was, they said they
were watching her every move.

You read that, right?

You haven't.

So, instead of finding
the person

who threatened and then killed
my wife and child,

you're raking over
our private life?

I think it's obvious
what's happening here.

This is a police cover-up!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-You've made me a happy man.
-A man who's escaped the 1990s.

-A proper detective thrives off
an old-school crime wall.

Cupboard.

Er, father of the baby.

Hain?

-Any sexual impropriety would've
been in Jenny's complaint.

-True. But Morrison's
convinced otherwise.

And a delivery driver
confirmed seeing a man

fitting Morrison's description,
no-one else. And...

-That's not a lot of food
for two grown men on the lash.

-Hain had motive to kill Jenny,

shut down her complaint.

Morrison gives him an alibi
and destroys...

-Again, she didn't mention
death threats in the complaint.

The other two numbers.

-OK, one is a registered nurse,
Naomi McKeith.

I've, er, left her messages
to call.

The other is an unregistered
SIM.

Jenny called it once five months
ago and no-one picked up.

Could be a wrong number.
-[Sighs]

Did you try it?

-This morning,
but there was no answer.

[Phone rings]

[Phone buzzing]

[Dance music]

[Phone rings]

-Nothing.

♪♪

-Apart form the obvious,
it's not bad round here.

Nice views.

And the, er, the university's
supposed to be good.

-Don't tell me. You wanna study
forensic psychology.

[Phone rings]

-Is that DS Harper?

Yeah, I just got your message.

Are you calling about Jenny?
-Am I speaking to Naomi McKeith?

-I'm sorry I couldn't call
earlier, but I'm on an 18-hour.

[Sighs] I saw the news.

Oh, shit, Jenny.

She was my...

-Erm, I'm very sorry
for your loss.

You're on to DS Harper.

DCI Ellis is on the line, too.

We are leading the investigation
into the...

-I'd like to speak to you in
person, Miss McKeith.

-My break's in a hour.
Can you come then?

-Er, great, yeah.
We'll find you at the hospital.

[Tablet chimes]

-It's, er, it's from Leah.

DC Thompson.

Ah, she came through.

CCTV footage from the hotel
that Mr. Reid stayed at.

-Great.

-Not so great.

There's no breakdowns.

It'll take a while
to get through.

God, I miss Trent.

-Thank you.

-I know I said I'd be on break,
but...

He killed her, didn't he?

Who killed her, Naomi?
-Her husband, Adam.

-You'd known Jenny a long time?
-Since school.

She's godmother to my kids.

[Sighs]
Oh, God.

-Come.

-I've been on back-to-backs,

sorting out childcare
without Jenny,

and I know it sounds
totally messed up

that I didn't get in touch
right away,

but if I didn't compartmentalise
like crazy,

it would all fall to bits.

I'd fall to bits.
[Pager beeps]

-Er, have you gotta go?

-Yeah, but...
-We can meet again.

To talk about Jenny. And Adam.

-He's a controlling, cheating...
[Pager beeps]

He cut her off from everyone.

Work and climbing, that's all
the life he allowed her.

I only got to see her
cos of my kids.

-Erm...they were trying
for a baby, right?

-Trying how?

Adam had the snip after Mark,
a vasectomy.

Didn't tell Jenny till after
the wedding, though. Bastard.

[Pager beeps]

Sorry, I'm gonna have to
get back on the ward.

-Adam didn't know
Jenny was pregnant.

-Pregnant?

Oh, Jenny.

Shit.

Ohh.

Why didn't she tell me?

[Pager beeps]

Sorry, I have to...

Just get him. Please.

[Pager beeps]

♪♪

-"Our baby."

I mean, that was a whopper.
-Hm!

And Adam isn't the only one
with secrets.

Who's Jenny sleeping with?
-Whoever it was,

he's less likely to have killed
Jenny than her husband.

-Boss.

He said he never left the hotel.
-That's Adam Reid.

-Another whopper.

♪♪

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

-Glad to see
you're keeping up

your leisure activities,
Mr. Reid.

You must be feeling better.

-Exercise helps me process
my emotions,

my grief in this case.

Please, can't you just
leave me in peace to mourn?

I've told you everything I know.

-That's not quite true,
Mr. Reid.

So we thought we'd give you
another opportunity

to talk to us.

-Somewhere quiet, perhaps.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Ducks quack]

-Look, I panicked, OK?

I lied.
-About Jenny's pregnancy.

-It was a shock.

You were basically telling me
that my wife

had been having an affair.
-So you pretended

the baby was yours?
-I had to.

I knew how bad
it would make me look.

-What makes you look bad,
Mr. Reid,

is that you're more concerned
about how you look

than you are about how Jenny
died.

What makes you look bad

is the control you had
over your wife,

as you insist on
always calling her.

That tiny world
you allowed your wife.

It has a name.

Coercive control.

And that's a crime.

Naomi's kids, work,

a climbing wall twice a week,
you.

That's not a life.
-Three times a week.

And Naomi, that leech,

I bet she put the boot in.

Jenny did everything
for that woman and her kids.

I'm not the monster here.

-The night Jenny disappeared,

you told your colleagues
you were having an early night.

Then you left the hotel
at 6:00 P.M.

and took a taxi back
to Callorwell.

-No comment.

-You returned to the hotel
at 6:00 A.M.

-No comment.
-No need.

Cab company confirmed it.

-Did you see Jenny that night?

No comment.

-Did you kill Jenny Rawler,
Mr. Reid?

-No!

-You're right, Mr. Reid.
You dolook bad.

And the fact that
you've been sleeping with...

...Miriam Anderson

makes you look even worse.

-But lucky for you, Mr. Reid,
Mrs. Anderson insists that

you spent the night
of your wife's death with her.

And she proved it, too.

Showed us the photos
and everything.

-OK. Cases.

Jenny was focusing on
sexual offences.

A specially-trained officer.
-Er, she and Leah...

Wow. Their conviction rate,
way above average.

-Not the rubbish cop Hain
described.

-But Hain and Morrison
take her off sexual offences

and put her on some big
operations.

-Working under them.

-She was just jumping
from case to case.

-She's not jumping.
She's being pushed.

Her case history backs up her
allegations of bullying.

Until...
-Er, yeah.

Five months in,
Jenny requests a transfer.

Problems at home?

-Jenny leaves
the Carla Duffy op,

is moved over
to Broughton University.

Amelie Hadenham dies
last Thursday.

Then Jenny prepares her
complaint.

-Amelie Hadenham
wasn't on Jenny's caseload.

So why would the overdose
be the last straw?

Another sexual offence case?

-Tim Jones.

Multiple alleged sexual
offences.

Flashing. But Jenny
couldn't pin a conviction.

Then he's named
in the local papers.

-Mm. Er...

Jones lodged an official
allegation of police harassment.

Said they deliberately
leaked his identity.

-"Callorwell Police
destroyed my life."

He names Jenny.

[Phone buzzes]

-Ellis, there's something

I need to show you
at the scene.

-OK, Bennet.
Meet you there.

Bennet.

-This is what
I wanted to show you.

I've been thinking about
her position.

Her leg was lifted.
Nothing below to support it.

And with that level of tissue
damage, she couldn't lift it.

Someone did that to her.

There's also a bruise above
the wound on Jenny's thigh.

-Hm. As if someone
was holding her there.

-Not a handprint. Too regular.

See?

-Mm.
-And there's more good news.

The glass jigsaw?
We solved the puzzle.

Found the perfect fit
for Jenny's wound.

-Any prints or DNA?
-None.

Nothing at all on it
except nitrile.

Off one of these.
Now, I don't mean traces.

Somebody very deliberately
wiped down that broken bottle

wearing a glove.
-OK.

-What did Bennet have?

-The rape kit came back clean.

But someone was with Jenny
when she died.

Someone wearing nitrile gloves.

-That could be anyone.
Any copper for starters.

[Knock on window]
-I know you're following me.

I know an undercover car
when I see one.

A clear breach
of my civil liberties.

-Give me that.

♪♪

That was Tim Jones. Go!

Mr. Jones! We'd like a word!

-Look, whatever that witch
is saying now, it's a lie.

I didn't do it.
-If by "that witch,"

you mean Jenny Rawler,
Mr. Jones, she's dead!

-You haven't heard?
Don't you watch the news, Tim?

-Never. You can't trust
mainstream media.

[Dog barks]

I lost my job, my wife,
everything cos of that woman's

rabid feminist agenda.
She was obsessed.

-Repeated arrests
for indecent exposure, trolling.

Sounds like you were the one
who was obsessed.

-Her superiors didn't agree.

I was released,
no further action.

So she set about ruining
my good name and...

-And now she's dead.
And here you are,

heading straight towards
the place where she died.

-Still a free country,
just about.

And the dog likes the woods.

-DS Rawler came climbing here
twice a week.

Did you ever see her?

-No. And I didn't kill her,
either.

-We don't know that
she was killed, Mr. Jones.

-So we are simply looking for
potential witnesses.

Someone who might have seen her
the night of.

Where were you Tuesday evening?

-Erm, at home, then walking
the dog, then at home again.

-Don't you need to check?
-No. Cos that's all I ever do.

Watch TV, walk the dog,

morning, noon, dinner,
midnight, repeat.

Must be a tired dog.
-Well, that's my life now.

Thanks to your DS Rawler and
her little doe-eyed sidekick.

-You made complaints.
A lot of them.

I was exercising my rights
as a British citizen.

Are we finished? Dog needs
walking. TV needs watching.

-For now.

But we'll be in touch.

-You don't need to tell me.

I know I'm being watched.

My surveillance.

Next you'll be putting a chip
under my skin.

-This is bordering on
harassment, DCI Ellis.

Once and for all,
I did not kill that woman.

-That woman...
and her unborn child.

Oh, yeah. I'm surprised you
hadn't heard that on the wire.

DI Morrison's quite the talker.

And he thinks
you were sleeping with Jenny.

-Keep your bloody voice down!
Walk this way.

How far along was she, Jenny?

-Four and a half months.
-Shit.

[Sighs]

Shit, that's horrendous.
-Yeah.

-That would mean, erm...

er, November.

I was on holiday with my family.

Three weeks in Dubai.
-Nice for you.

See?

I'll forward you the e-tickets.

That satisfy you?
-Someone got Jenny pregnant.

Someone sent her those letters.

-Letters?
-Death threats.

The husband handed them in the
night he reported her missing.

Since destroyed.
-What?

Bloody Morrison.

Ohh, I was on leave. It never
would've happened on my watch.

-Of course.
You run a tight ship.

Jenny's record of convictions
on sexual offences was spotless.

-And she was hopeless on any
other type of investigation.

So...I may have made her life
uncomfortable.

Moved her from case to case.

-And yet you put her on
the Duffy operation.

-Admin. Sat in on
a couple of interviews.

And for a moment there,
I thought

I'd finally found her niche.

She seemed to be going
above and beyond.

Way beyond, as it turned out.
And not for us.

Ah, see? You're getting there.

-You think Jenny was sabotaging
the Duffy operation?

A bad apple?

-Turning
the whole barrel rotten.

And I wasn't gonna
let that happen.

So, you figure it out.

You seem like a good cop,
DCI Ellis.

Just do the bloody work and
leave me and my family alone.

-So if Hain knew Jenny
was corrupt,

then why wouldn't he report her
instead?

-Her conviction rate
on sexual offences was too high.

Made him distrust her.

And made proving
she was bent tricky.

-So he tries to bully her out
instead.

-But Jenny wasn't corrupt.

She investigated those cases
properly.

-Until he puts her on the Duffy
operation to keep an eye on her.

-Suddenly she's different.

Something changed.

-OK.

Callorwell opened
the Duffy investigation in June.

-Get one conviction
straight off.

Carla hires a crack legal team.

-And in August, Callorwell nail
Carla Duffy's brother, Casey,

for possession with intent
and unlicensed firearms.

-CPS are building
a child trafficking case.

They're picking off
Carla's big guns one by one.

-And in September...

...Jenny joins the Duffy case.
-And after that...

-Everything goes quiet.

Why?

-Blown out search warrants
that turned up nothing.

Evidence lost.
And Jenny asks to be taken off

the job in January.
Things pick up.

-And in March,
Callorwell pull in Carla Duffy.

So Hain was right. Jenny
was sabotaging the operation.

-Real question is...what for?

-What for?

Erm...money?

No. She wasn't that bad off.

-Love. Hate.

Fear.

The baby. Love.

Jenny loved someone.

Someone she had to keep secret.

Someone she wanted to
stay in contact with.

The baby's father.

And this is who.

Now, we have an unregistered SIM
that no-one picks up,

but Jenny called.
-Yeah, once. Maybe by mistake.

-Or maybe they only pick up
to a particular number.

Jenny had another phone.
A burner.

She kept it safe,
away from work, home.

Somewhere no-one could find.

♪♪

♪♪

Her gym bag.
-Well, that hasn't turned up.

Boss, why would Jenny need
a locker in the climbing centre?

-When she's carrying everything
she needs in that bag.

-Right.

Callorwell must have set up
our access by now. Ha!

[Door buzzes]

♪♪

-Nice one, Landry. Finally.

-No, this is DC Thompson's
handwriting.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Harper.
-Hm?

-DC Thompson didn't mention
clearing out Jenny's locker.

-Mm.
Boss, send me that number.

♪♪

[Phone beeps]

♪♪

[Phone chimes]

Secure database.

This'll tell us if the number
was used

in any criminal
activity.

[Computer beeps]

Boss.

♪♪

Jenny was sleeping with him.

Had a baby with...

-Curtis Keogh,
Carla Duffy's son.

Well...that is interesting.

The intention
is to arrest Curtis Keogh,

one of Carla Duffy's boys.

He and his associates
are known for firearms,

so this is an armed operation.
Any questions?

-Are we arresting him
in connection

to Jenny's death, sir?
Only...

-No. Business as usual.
We're collaring a known felon.

-Haven't CPS called a halt
on the Duffy case?

-Just on Carla. For now.

We've credible intel
Curtis is at this address.

Right, gents,
let's be having 'em.

[Indistinct conversations]

-My office. Please.

You made sure it was you
that cleared her locker,

went through Jenny's stuff.

-Cos I didn't want them
touching it.

Finding something else
to bad-mouth her about.

Jenny was the sweetest.

And she was a good cop.

-Good cops don't run intel
for county line gangs.

Drugs dealers.
Child traffickers.

They don't sabotage
their own operations.

-The Duffys?

[Scoffs]

But we worked that case
together.

We'd had some bad luck.

Carla had heavyweight lawyers
and Jenny was worn out.

The pregnancy, I guess. But...

...I'd have known if she was...

We got results when they let us.

And if Jenny was doing
what you say,

it's because Hain, Morrison...
-You can go now, DC Thompson.

-[Sighs]

I signed up
to do something good.

To help people.
But what happens here...

...this isn't policing.

-Leah. She's tough, I know...

-I thought a woman
would stand up for Jenny.

Be on her side for once.

She's just like...all of you.
Victim-blaming.

-Where are you going?

When I said you should take
some leave, I didn't...

Leah, you do not wanna do that.
-I already did.

I'm done.

[Door buzzes]

-I'm gonna make this call
to Curtis.

Things are gonna move fast
and in strange directions.

[Phone keypad beeps]

[Phone rings]

[Phone rings]

[Phone rings]

-[Sighs]

[Phone rings and buzzes]

-Different number.

[Phone rings and buzzes]

-Who the feck are you?

-Mrs. Duffy.

I need to speak to Curtis Keogh
about Jenny Rawler.

-You calling that number
tells me

you've been speaking to
too many people as it is.

-I'd like to speak to Curtis
face-to-face.

I think you can arrange that.

-Why the hell
would I want to do that?

-Because an armed unit
is heading for the garages

on Bridge Road.

And shoot-outs
are bad for business.

[Phone hangs up]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Phone beeps]

♪♪

-Coordinates?

-Armed police! Show yourselves!

-Armed police!
-Armed police!

-Show yourselves!
-Show yourselves!

-Show yourselves!

-Clear!
-Clear!

-Clear!
-Clear!

-Clear!

♪♪

-Shit!

Shit! Shit!

[Door buzzes]

-DCI Ellis. Could I have a word?

-Go on.

-[Sighs]
It was my daughters, really.

It shouldn't take that
to do the right thing.

-Morrison assumed the letters
were from Hain.

-He told me to shred them.

And that we protect our own.

Jenny was one of your own, too.

-So, are we gonna discuss it?

I mean, what is the, er,
what is the protocol

when it comes to tipping off
criminals to an imminent raid?

-That raid wouldn't have got
a single safe conviction.

Personally...

I feel fine about it.
-Right.

-Copacetic.
[Phone rings]

-Ellis.
-Boss. I'm sending over

DI Morrison's deliberate
suppression of evidence.

I recommend
his immediate suspension.

[Camera shutter clicks]

♪♪

♪♪

I'll walk from here.

-This is a bad idea, boss.
You can't go up there alone.

-Wait here.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Horse whinnies]

♪♪

-Grand view, isn't it,
DCI Ellis?

Oh, I know who you are.

Top cop wheeled in
from the big smoke.

-Then you'll know I'm not here
to discuss the view.

-[Chuckles]

They must love you down at
Callorwell, that shower of shit.

[Sighs] But a woman
should enjoy the moment.

Get herself some me time
when she can.

Tea?

Go on, it won't kill you.

-We need Curtis to answer some
questions...about Jenny Rawler.

-My son didn't hurt her.

None of my sons,
my nephews, brothers

would dare put their hands
on a woman.

Even my dad learned the error
of his ways in that regard...

...in the end.

-He's a suspect.

His relationship with Jenny,
what he made her do.

-He didn't make her do a thing.
-She betrayed her colleagues.

Her husband.
-I've learned

if you want loyalty,
you need to earn it.

-She had a professional duty.

-I never put work before family.

And everyone that works for me
is family.

Or feels like it.
I make sure they do.

-Sounds like manipulation to me.

-Or love.

Got any family yourself?

-Just my dad. And my daughter.

-Nice.

Now, there you've got
the better of me.

Not for the want
of me trying.

I was set on a girl this time.
A granddaughter.

Nothing beats a girl.

I knew they'd be having a girl.

I had a little dream
of visiting my granddaughter,

teaching her how to bake a cake,

drive fast,
take no shit from anyone.

-I think someone killed that
dream.

I'd like to know who.

-I'm of the exact same mind.

-Could be Curtis.
-No.

But if it was, you can do what
you like to him,

and fair play to you.

[Chuckles] He was the most
terrible fibber as a boy,

but I've told him, no nonsense.
He'll be good.

Well...it was a pleasure
talking to you.

-These boys...

...they have families, too.
Dreams, too.

They're not here
for the fresh air and me time.

-[Chuckles]

-You're killing their dreams,
Carla Duffy.

-Am I so?

Well, maybe you'll get a chance
to stop me.

Next time.

♪♪

[Engine starts]

♪♪

-Cuff him.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Alright, DC Thompson?

-You did this!
-Leah.

-You killed her!
-Leah. Hey.

Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.

-[Breathing heavily]
-Hey.

I've read the letters now.
-The letters?

Right.

-Was it just the bullying,
or was there something more?

-What do you think?

Jenny and I used to joke.

What's the betting they've got
a WhatsApp group about us?

I can imagine
what they say about me.

DC Dog Face.
-I mean, that's ridiculous.

Look at you.
-But so what?

I'm at work.

What matters is,
can I do my job?

Not how I look.
-Of course.

Just stay. Just stick it out.

-Keep my head down?
Hope that justice gets served?

Like I did with Tim Jones?

He flashed a 12-year-old.

How can women keep safe
from a man like Tim Jones

if they don't know
what he's done?

-Leah.

-"Don't be such a drama queen,"
they said.

Seriously?

A girl from the uni
walked into this station

to report that she'd been raped.

They didn't even bother
to generate a crime number.

-Amelie Hadenham.

-We looked after all our girls.

Made sure they understood
that using a dating app

or going home with a guy...
didn't equal consent.

-"Do not enter."

You wrote that.

Leah...

...I'm sending you pictures
of these letters.

[Phone beeps]
Do what you like with them.

[Phone chimes]

-Funny.
This is where it happened.

Not the most romantic place

to meet the love of your life,
but...

-DS Rawler sat in
on your questioning.

-Jenny.

Yeah.

They were just fishing, really.

But she caught more
than she bargained for.

-Yeah.
Cos you started using Jenny

to pervert the course
of justice.

-That's not what it was.
Don't be twisting things.

I didn't have to talk to yous,
you know?

Ma could've gotten me away easy.

I'm here for Jenny.

-Jenny was working admin.
Filing.

She had means and opportunity
to interfere with evidence.

Evidence pointing to you.
-I didn't ask her to.

And it was just the once.
-Once was enough.

-You think I don't know that?

But it didn't matter
what she did.

She didn't deserve
the things they called her.

She needed a way out.
And so did I.

-You met regularly to discuss
ways to disrupt the operation.

-To discuss us!

Once a week.

♪♪

♪♪

It's all he'd let her have.

-Jenny's husband, Adam Reid.

-Kept her like a bird
in a cage.

She could only get away
for a few hours.

-Three climbing sessions a week.

-But she only went to two.

We'd do a film,
take a drive, talk.

-I thought you'd have got
your marching orders

by now, DI Morrison.

-Marching orders?

I'll have you out
for insubordination, Sergeant.

-Yeah, I doubt it.

You'll be lucky
if you get demoted to PC.

-Tell me about Amelie Hadenham.

-The OD at the uni?
Not our customer.

What was it she took?

-Alprazolam. Benzodiazepine.

-Where's a bunch
of old-school dealers like us

gonna get something medical
like that?

No, Ma's been tearing
her wig out.

-So there's a new supplier
in town.

-If you know who, tell me ma.

-The night Jenny died.

-After Jenny's shift
that morning,

she was going home,
packing her bag and meeting me.

-But?

-But Jenny never turned up.

-Must have made you angry.

I've never been so gutted
in my life.

-So you went looking for Jenny.

-[Bangs desk]
Fuck!

I wish I had.

But I did something stupid
instead.

Jenny changed me.
But I'm my ma's son.

Can't grass, not even on myself.

Sorry.

♪♪

♪♪

-Where's DC Thompson? How does
she not know about all this?

-How did younot know
all about this?

No, you can forget about
DC Thompson.

Callorwell Station is down
another female officer.

Right, listen up.
-Hang on.

-So, before you're all
suspended,

is there anyone
in this shit show of a station

who can pull the cell site
history of Curtis Keogh's phone?

I need it yesterday.

[Indistinct conversations]

-Sorry about that.
I've got ten minutes.

There's a room we can use.
-OK.

-[Sighs]

-Take your time.
-So, yeah,

I did the sexual assault
examination on Amelie Hadenham

and gave Jenny the heads up.
She'd clearly been attacked.

And without Jenny on her side,

I knew Callorwell
would bury it if they could.

Two percent conviction rate
on sexual cases?

[Scoffs]
They're not worth the hassle.

-Amelie wasn't on Jenny's
caseload.

-They kicked her off
and buried it.

And then Amelie overdosed.

But Jenny kept trying to do
the right thing by her.

-And did she ever talk to you

about her relationship
with Curtis Keogh?

-Who? Never heard of him.

-Curtis Keogh was a suspect
in a big drugs operation

Jenny was working.

And the father of her child.

-That's...wild.

Jenny hated
everything about drugs.

[Indistinct conversations]

Amelie Hadenham. You were there
the night she came in,

said she'd been assaulted
on campus.

You knew Jenny wanted that case.

She'd already taken the victim

for a sexual assault
examination,

was ready to interview.

But Morrison asked you
to bury it.

And you did as you were told.

Didn't even issue
a crime number!

-Alright. Alright.

I kept telling myself,

"Grit your teeth and bear it.

Just long enough
to claim the pension."

-It's our job
to listen to the victims.

You didn't.

Now she's dead.

-[Munches loudly]

-These letters...they're not
Carla Duffy. Not her style.

-[Stomach rumbles]
Hm. Sorry about that.

[Computer beeps]
Boss.

Ah. Nowhere near the woods.

Turns out he was inside
a jewellery store

doing a smash and grab.

-Everything...

...they're not telling us.

-What's that, boss?

-Search, "Everything
they're not telling us."

[Computer beeps]
-It's a conspiracy theory book.

♪♪

♪♪

-He walks his dog. Morning.
Noon. Dinnertime.

-And midnight.

♪♪

[Owl hoots]

♪♪

Should have brought him in
from the get-go.

-Yeah.
[Dog panting]

Jones. Go!

-[Groaning]

[Gasping]

-Let her go, Jones!

-[Gasps]
-She came looking for me.

Hounding me.

I thought with the other one
dead, I'd be left alone.

Stay back!
-Alright, Tim.

-We know you wrote
the letters to Jenny.

She made you angry.

You're angry now.

But you need to let DC Thompson
go, Mr. Jones.

-DS Rawler destroyed my life.
-You were stalking her.

You'd warned her in your letters
that you were watching her.

-You knew about her schedule,
Tim.

When she went climbing. You'd
already threatened to cut her.

-And Tuesday evening...
-I'd had a bad day!

So I came to the centre.

I was thinking maybe I'd...
-Confront her.

Tell her what she'd done.

-Maybe.
-Hurt her.

-No. She hurt me!
Telling everyone my name!

-And what you'd done.

That must have been humiliating.

Your secrets out in the open.

The thing is, Mr. Jones,

Jenny didn't leak your name
to the press.

-Of course she did.
How else could they have known?

-Someone did.

Someone who felt it was
the only thing they could do

to keep women safe.

-It wasn't her?

What...

But then...
[Grunts]

-Put your hands
behind your back.

-[Groans]
-Hands behind your back.

-[Coughs]

-Agh! Aghh!
-Calm yourself.

Who did it?

Who did it?
-Me!

You bastard!

And I was right.

I knew you'd rape,
kill in the end.

You murdered Jenny!
-No! I never touched her!

I waited for her
but she was a no-show!

I'll be on the CCTV!

-Move, Tim. Calm yourself down.

I'm gonna put you in the car.

-That's Jenny's. He had it.

What are you doing
with Jenny's gym bag?

-I found that!
I swear, I just found it!

-Move, now!

♪♪

So you did a smash and grab?
Seriously?

-I told you I did something
stupid. Not for the first time.

-Jenny's best friend.

-Naomi.
-She's never heard of you.

-What Jenny had done,
what we were planning,

had to be kept secret.

-She also said
Jenny hated drugs.

-She was right on that score.

-We found Jenny's gym bag
at the scene.

She was ready to leave.
Packed her passport.

And a load
of prescription drugs.

-Look, Curtis...

...did your ma know
that Jenny was the one dealing

at the university?

Taking business from her?

-Are you stupid or what?

Jenny move product?
She'd never.

Fuck!

Fuck! I told her!

I told her my ma
had worked out who it was.

I told her she needed to pick.
Her family, us or them.

-You spoke to Jenny on Monday.

-She said if it was true,
she'd sort it.

We agreed to leave
on the Tuesday.

When she didn't turn up,

you were angry enough to smash
a car into a jewellery shop.

Ten years minimum!

-Because I thought
she'd chosen them!

-Whoa, whoa!
-Is everything alright?

-It's OK.
We've got this under control.

-[Sobs]
-Hey. Take it easy, Curtis.

You alright, mate?
-[Sobs]

I told her, family or not,
I couldn't protect him

now Ma had found out.
She needed to make him stop.

Jenny said she'd speak to him
next day,

said I'd see her tomorrow,
and she never came.

If he did it, killed Jenny,
the little sh...

-DCI Ellis ending the interview.

[Banging on door]

-When did you last see Mark?
-Er, yesterday, I think it was.

I, er, I expect he's studying.
-I need to look around his room.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Rattling]

♪♪

♪♪

Somewhere for you to study
your forensic psychology.

-Ah, I should be so lucky.

What?

-You could end up an educated
fool, like Morrison.

You're good as you are, Chet.
Trust in that.

[School bell rings]

-Mark? Hey, stop there.

What's he doing?

-Oh, really?

-Yes!
Hey, you alright, mate?

-[Grunts]

-Mark! Stop!

-Oh!

-Whoa. Sorry. Sorry.

-What are you doing?
-[Gasps]

-Mark, stop!

♪♪

♪♪

-Mark, it's over.

Kid. Stop it!

-Right, I've got him.
-Agh!

-Get up, Mark.
-Get off me! Let me go!

-Mark Reid, I am arresting you
for possession

with intent to supply

and the constructive
manslaughter of Amelie Hadenham.

-60 grand of student debt

for a degree
that's worth nothing.

It won't even get me a job that
pays the interest on the loan.

I can't afford a mortgage.
What were I supposed to do?

-Work. Make something
of yourself in the world.

Even Jenny got it.

Not the dealing,
she didn't know about that.

Until she did.

But I knew
she had...connections.

-You knew about Curtis.

-I saw them
at the movies one night.

Didn't blame her. Dad's a git.

But it made me more paranoid
about the Duffys.

What if they found out?
Came for me?

[Chair scrapes]

-Talk to me
about Amelie Hadenham.

-You gave her
the benzodiazepine.

-Something bad had happened
to her. Didn't know what.

Didn't ask.
-But she overdosed, Mark.

-Is it my fault
she didn't read the packet?

Maybe she couldn't count.

After Amelie died, I were done.

But when I got home on Tuesday,
Jenny were there waiting for me.

She found half my stash.
Took it and put it...

-Put it in her gym bag.

-She said she could sort it

so there'd be no trouble
from the Duffys.

That was the last time
I saw her.

Did I get Jenny killed?

-Where did you get the drugs?
Who's your supplier?

-Where do you think?

It's not like my dad allowed us
many friends.

♪♪

-OK.
-Right.

Naomi? Sorry.

-Naomi McKeith?
-I haven't seen her.

-Ah! Here.
-Yeah.

-I'm looking for Naomi McKeith.

♪♪

Naomi.

Naomi!

♪♪

-Lift going down.

-Nurse, can you open the door?
[Door beeps]

Thanks.

♪♪

Shit.

Excuse me! Police!
Get out of the way!

-You have to believe me.

-I loved Jenny.
I could never hurt her.

-But you could supply
prescription medications

to Mark Reid.

Medications that led to
the death of Amelie Hadenham.

-I needed money for my kids.

My salary...

I can't even pay for the
childcare while I'm at work.

Have you any idea the...

humiliation...

of taking your kids
to a food bank

after you've finished
an 18-hour shift?

-Jenny was helping you.

-Jenny was leaving...
with Curtis.

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-She didn't tell you
about the baby.

-No. Why didn't she?

If I'd have known
she was pregnant, I...

She'd asked to meet me.

Said she had something
to tell me.

♪♪

She started shouting at me
about the drugs. About Amelie.

I saw red.

Lecturing me
when she was sleeping with

the biggest drug dealer in town!

Get off me! Stop it!

I said stop!

-You pushed her.

♪♪

[Lift dings]

-Doors opening.
Lift going down.

-Take the next one, mate.
-Doors closing.

[Bell rings]
Go on.

-I couldn't figure out
what had happened at first.

But her face was so pale.

Confused.

I knew something was wrong.

She was in shock.

♪♪

-[Moans]

-She'd landed on
a broken bottle.

-So much blood.
A puncture wound.

Severing the femoral artery.

I stopped the bleeding.
But I knew Jenny so well.

She always had to do
the right thing.

-Are you sure about that?

Even after everything she did
for Curtis?

♪♪

-[Whimpering]

♪♪

♪♪

[Breathes heavily]

♪♪

♪♪

-No.

I couldn't risk it.

She'd picked her family.

It wasn't Adam and Mark
any more.

Or even me and the kids.

[Crying]

It was...

...him.

[Lift whirs]

-So you wiped down the broken
bottle with your glove.

Hid the bag
as best as you could.

Took Jenny's phone, texted her
DCI to delay the search.

And came into work.

Said nothing to nobody.

-I know it sounds
like the craziest...

-Not really.
It's what you said before.

You compartmentalise.

[Lift dings]
-Doors opening.

♪♪

♪♪

[Handcuffs click]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I fancy something to eat
that's not...

crisps or caffeine
or...curry sauce.

It's a bit of a drive, though.

Chet.

You coming?

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