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What's up, man?

I'm sorry, DCI Telford, but Professor Ryan

isn't available at the moment.

We've a suspicious death.

I need to speak to her, preferably this morning.

OK, I'll let her know.

There you are.

- Morning. - Good morning.

Could you red star this up to Sheffield for me?

Guess who left her homework at home.

Professor Ryan not in yet?

Of course she is.

You'd have to be here at dawn to beat her into the building.

She's with the dean.

There was a break-in at the toxicology lab last night.

You'll, uh... you'll have to pay for this.

It can't go on our account.

Anything missing?

Recreational drugs, apparently.

They believe it might be someone on campus.

We've been asked to check our stock,

though how useful formaldehyde is to anyone living,

I don't know.

Well, you'd be surprised.

Morning. - Hi.

Wednesday got trashed, I see.

Like I care.

What? Of course you care.

They're your home team.

I hate football.

You're British and you're male.

Don't be ridiculous.

You tell him, Rosemary.

Morning.

Oh, hi, Kevin.

Ah, Professor Ryan, a DCI Telford needs you to...

I know. He wants me in Leytonstone.

I'm on my way.

OK.

Come on.

Listen, Guv'nor, there's no point in you shouting.

I ain't going to get there, and that's that.

I've got to go.

The police want me now.

There was something over there.

I just reversed straight into that shaft, didn't I?

Not your day, is it?

Tell me about it.

I found a body in there and all.

I wasn't sure if you'd want to see this in situ.

It's a bit unusual, I'll say that.

I prefer to be at a discovery if I can.

You get a fuller picture.

Let's assume it's suspicious.

I never assume anything.

It's DCI Telford and Professor Ryan, the Home Office pathologist.

Thank you.

What was this?

Seems to be a derelict shaft, 24 foot deep.

It's dead space, really.

The building dates from the 1860s.

It was a fine wires factory, then munitions,

and it turned to machine parts in the '50s.

Tell me it's not that old, Professor.

It's not that old.

There's a mummified and partially skeletonized

body lying entangled in brickwork and mortar.

Care to give any first impressions?

No.

Time span on your findings, then?

As long as it takes.

I'd like to take a look around the rest of the factory.

Is that necessary?

When I'm in the witness box, DCI Telford,

you'll be the first to complain if my evidence doesn't

support your theory.

Excuse me, love, can you see what's going on?

There's been an accident.

Has anyone got hurt?

They say they found a body or something.

Joe Cooke, with an E. Been foreman here around 15 years now.

They say sending parts to Japan is

like sending coals to Newcastle, but we do it somehow.

We've got about 60 employees at the moment, when they turn up.

Cookie!

This belt's gone again, mate.

With you in a minute, son.

This way, folks.

This is the top floor storage area.

When was this shaft last used?

I wouldn't know.

Before my time.

Any idea why it was bricked up?

Something to do with health and safety, I was told.

Yeah, whose health or safety, I wonder?

Chase it up.

Certainly.

Well?

That's fine, thank you.

Thank you.

Bit of a jigsaw.

Hm.

And I bet some of the pieces are missing.

The body is that of an adult, probably male,

which has undergone considerable postmortem degeneration.

There's a marked loss of soft tissue.

Very little hair remains, facial features

completely obliterated.

Can I have full-length shots front and back please?

Do you want the clothing removed?

Yeah, and just check out the pockets...

Anything that can lead us to identity.

Careful.

Don't want to lose anything.

We've got a very good record in identifying bodies.

I'm holding exhibit A, containing an envelope and...

Professor Ryan?

A parking fine, dated February '95, vehicle registration

numbers partially visible.

Seven years.

You got that?

Could it be dead that long?

He.

Possibly.

Anything in the envelope?

Strip of four photographs, damaged by decomposition.

All right, Esther, all the usual checks...

Criminals, missing persons, escapees, the lot, eh?

I'll get onto it.

So for that whole period, the car

was definitely registered under Thompson?

Yeah, no, that's great.

That's great.

OK, thanks.

There are some fragments of mummified, discolored tissue,

especially around the left eye and the left cheek,

multiple fractures.

Pigmentation in the bone suggests antemortem injury,

but I can't be certain.

The rest of the facial fractures are possibly postmortem.

Any need for a facial reconstruction?

Not just yet.

I'd prefer you to reconstruct this skull first.

If you take a look over the back of the occiput,

you can see a fractured area over the vault of the skull.

In fact, all the skull bones are coming apart now.

Is that significant?

Someone might have hit him over the head.

But we'll get a better look when we remove this section

of mummified skull.

Won't be easy.

Can you manage it?

I can cope.

Well, let's hope so.

OK.

Selina, visitor.

I'd like photographs of the face to scale.

And can you show the injuries separately?

There's a postmortem fracture of the right radius and ulna.

That looks fairly recent, so it could have happened

when the truck hit the wall.

And photograph this as well, please.

Looks like another in the right femur.

Yeah.

Postmortem injuries can be misleading.

It helps if there's some soft tissue.

Then you can look for bruising under the microscope.

Have the foot bones just come apart?

It's the decomposition.

We'll probably find the same thing

when we look inside the spine and the ribs.

Did he fall, or was he pushed?

That's what we're in the process of discovering,

Chief Inspector.

Selina Thompson?

Hi.

I'm Detective Sergeant Esther Linden.

I'm working on an investigation concerning

a body that was found in suspicious circumstances.

Well, what's that got to do with me?

Well, we found some papers on the body,

including a parking ticket for a vehicle which,

according to the DVLA, used to belong to you.

What, you chasing me for a parking ticket?

No, not a parking ticket, but we

also found some photos of a woman who looks a lot like you.

Look, I don't get parking tickets.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

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

I mean, are you positive it's me in the photos?

Uh, no, I'm not.

Well, then...

But like I said, there is a strong resemblance.

SELINA THOMPSON Quick,

let's do it in front of the camera.

Quick.

It's cold.

No one's looking.

Oh, come on.

Why don't I leave you to have a think about it?

Here's my card.

I'm, um, going to need to hang onto those.

Thanks.

Wait, where do they take dead bodies?

How's it going?

Not bad.

- Not bad. - Professor Ryan?

DS Linden needs to talk to you.

Oh, right.

Thanks, Rosemary.

DS Linden?

Are you the doctor in charge?

Who's this?

SELINA THOMPSON: Look, I'm sorry.

I'm not the detective, but I think

I might have information about the body they

found at the factory.

I mean, are you the person that deals with dead bodies?

In a way.

SELINA THOMPSON Look,

I think a body was brought in today, found in a factory.

I think you should talk to the police.

Look, I've spoken to them.

They're no use.

Well, I'm sorry. I can't discuss this with you.

I mean, I don't know who you are, how you got my number.

Do you know it's against the law impersonating a police officer?

SELINA THOMPSON: Don't hang up, please.

My boyfriend went missing seven years ago.

His name was Marcus Saul.

He was 19.

He had a limp.

He was in an accident.

Look, I don't know if it's him, but...

What sort of accident?

I'm sorry. I've got to go.

Crank caller?

Somebody phoning about the deceased's identity...

Nothing definite.

You all right, gorgeous?

What's happening?

Think I just fancied some fresh air.

What, round here?

Police came to work.

They're asking questions about that body they found.

What they doing talking to you?

Hope you told them to sling it.

They're just fishing.

Yeah, I bet they were.

They think it might be Marcus.

What?

I mean, it can't be, can it?

He'd have come here, you'd have said, wouldn't you?

Yeah, of course.

How's it going?

You seem to be getting all the bits in the right places.

Simple matter of attention to detail and concentration

on the task at hand.

He fell quite a distance.

I'm surprised there aren't more postmortem fractures.

Could have been unconscious as he fell.

No, it wouldn't make a difference.

Did you measure the long bones?

Only the left side, because there's no fracture.

Oh, you should always do the lot.

Apart from anything else, the more you do,

the better the estimate of the height.

Yeah, the right leg's two centimeters shorter.

Did the girl tell you anything else?

No.

Shame you chased her off the phone.

Shouldn't have been so hasty.

Rosemary, can you get me DCI Telford, please?

Well, Professor Ryan could be right...

May well be our man, Marcus Saul.

He's got previous convictions.

Oh, yeah?

Well, to be honest, they're mainly minor.

It's car theft and a bit of handling stolen goods.

But he has been reported missing.

And he's also been associated with a Carl Benson, whose track

record I think you'll find a lot more interesting.

What do we know about this post office job?

Carl was a suspect.

There was the robbery, an assault with a firearm.

Carl was arrested, but he was alibied out.

And who reported our man a missing person?

His girlfriend, Selina Thompson.

Now what?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Luke Telford.

I think you already know Detective Sergeant Linden.

Yeah, and I told her I don't know anything.

Sergeant Linden showed you these photographs.

You recognize anyone there?

They're photos of me and my boyfriend...

Well, ex-boyfriend, I supposed.

They were taken a few days before he went missing.

What's his name, Selina?

Marcus Saul.

- Mummy! - Hi, baby.

Where's your daddy?

Upstairs.

You all right, love?

Hi.

What's up?

Nothing, just a busy day.

Where are you going?

Just going out, see Ridley.

What are you still dealing with him for?

You know he's bad news.

Look, I'm just dropping some stuff off, all right?

I just don't want you walking out and never

coming back again.

Nothing is going to happen to me, all right?

Be good, yeah?

It's that girl who was on the phone again.

She's desperate to see you.

You really shouldn't be here.

I thought I made myself clear about that.

You should talk to the police.

I don't trust them.

You know, I loved Marcus.

Can I see him?

It could be very traumatic.

His body was down there for a long time.

This is our son.

I just to see him, just one last time.

Look, I'm sorry, but it's only immediate family who

are allowed to see the body.

Look, I'm all the family he had.

What's your name?

Marc.

Come on, lovely.

I couldn't find a babysitter.

He's OK for now.

Was he murdered?

Did someone have a reason to kill him?

Marcus ran with some dodgy people.

I'm not sure that...

How long has he been dead?

Possibly just before you reported him missing.

I park there every day.

He was three feet away from me, and I didn't even know.

He's 19 here.

I can't categorically say it was murder.

But he died a suspicious death.

Mum, what's that you're looking at?

It's just someone I used to know.

What's missing, exactly?

Opiates, benzodiazepine, box of syringes...

Opiates?

What do you mean by opiates?

Morphine.

Police think it could be a student.

We've had drugs on the campus before, so it's a possibility.

I don't want to point the finger,

but we need to be seen to be responsible.

We being who, exactly?

Well, you're rather good with the students, I hear.

They, uh, to use a modern idiom, relate to you.

What are you suggesting?

Just say no?

That sort of thing.

Put something together on drug abuse.

Aren't there student advisors for this kind of thing?

Yeah.

But you'd cut through.

They'd listen to you.

Dean, I really don't think this is my kind...

Give it a go, Leo.

They need shaking up, reminding there's someone

out there with the stuff.

Tosh Ridley.

Yep?

I want a word with you.

That is for me.

And don't forget the drinks party.

Dennis Morgan.

Dennis...

He's a big university sponsor.

He made a major contribution to the Library Resources Centre.

Marcus Saul.

Marcus Saul?

Yeah, he's popped up again.

I ain't heard of that boy in years.

What's he done?

Decomposed, mostly.

We, uh... we're trying to build up an overall picture of Mr.

Saul prior to his death.

And we'd like your help, Mr. Ridley.

Well, he was all right.

He used to look up to me, I suppose.

If he was creaming the profits off this place,

he was discreet about it, bit of a scallywag.

So what happened to him?

We're asking you.

Right, but that had nothing to do with me.

I mean, he just worked for me.

And he said he wanted to go back to college,

get a couple of GCSEs.

So that's why I thought he jacked the job in,

which was odd, because he was still owed wages.

Mind you, there was a shortfall in profits

around about that time, so...

Didn't you trust him?

He was a street kid.

He was like those toe rags out there.

He had a brain, a bit of ambition.

I just didn't like the company he kept.

I'd say they were a bit of a bad influence.

Do you know who he knocked around with?

No.

What about Karl Benson?

Look, it's like I said.

Look, you don't happen to have a card on you, do you?

Because if I'm going to think of something later on,

I can just give you a call, yeah?

I've got to cash up.

Of course.

Shame about Marcus, though.

He was a nice lad.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Ridley.

Lying through his teeth.

Yellow teeth.

Don't know about you coming round here

unexpected like this.

I might have had company.

I noticed.

What's going on?

Shall I remind you, we don't know each other, right?

Believe me, pal, you mean nothing to me.

I just hope they haven't got someone outside watching us.

Could prove to be very embarrassing.

Really?

Well, I'm sure you wouldn't want to share a cell with me

and some of my associates, would you?

Just trying to keep the little things.

Me too.

That's why there are rules, Benson.

And you don't come round here until I call you.

And you don't go dropping any of this Marcus shit on my doorstep

or you'll be cleaning it off with your tongue.

This is the damaged zygoma and maxilla.

The face seemed flattened here.

Is that where he was hit?

No, it could have been caused by the position

he was lying in down the shaft.

I see.

What you have to remember is we're

dealing with a body that's seven years old.

I mean, if you take a look here, there's a massive head trauma,

more than I had first thought.

That's consistent with being struck by a blunt object...

Tyre lever, baseball bat.

So he was hit in the head, which killed him,

then thrown down a shaft.

So what you're saying is?

In my opinion, it's murder.

Outstanding.

Did anyone else have access to this site?

No.

What about that garage next door?

Well, I suppose we do share it with them occasionally.

Do you know anyone there?

We're on nodding terms.

Wouldn't leave me car around there, mind you.

Seem a dodgy bunch, them and their customers.

Sort of guff where you leave your car overnight,

and it comes back with another 200 miles on the clock.

What about security records?

You have guards.

Any records of them?

You'll have to get Tommo onto this.

Which night?

For all of 1995, January to December.

We change firms regularly... Keeps them on their toes.

I don't think records go back that far.

Security tape from your cameras?

Not after seven years.

What about break-ins?

Was there anything like that?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Oi!

You ought to watch where you put that thing.

Harry, by the way.

Leslie, by the way.

You're too old to be eyeing up students.

And you're too young to be playing my mother... just.

Hello, hello, hello.

Let's see it.

Expecting us?

You know who I am.

Yeah, well, downwind of it, aren't I, mate?

Nice.

Is that your sister?

Ha, very funny.

Guess who we've found.

I've heard a rumor.

Haven't seen any proof of it, though.

Oh, it's Marcus Saul, your mate...

Your best mate, I'm given to understand.

Yeah, well, thanks for your sensitivity, yeah?

What's his problem?

We'd like to talk to you down at the station.

Yeah, well, I've got to pick me kid up from school, so...

Ah, we can arrange that.

There is a limit to how much time you can take off.

How much?

Well, there'll come a point where you just can't catch up.

When's that, then?

Well, you're sort of there, Warren.

Yeah, right.

It's not exactly your favorite subject.

Well, pathology, I mean, it's a bit of a career cul-de-sac,

isn't it?

Old man's game.

Sorry, I didn't mean you, Dr. Dalton, but, well, it is.

I think I'll spend the rest of my career with the living, thanks.

The body has a lot to say for itself

after death about disease, illness, cause and effect.

Pathology can help us find cures for all kinds of ailments.

I just don't think it's for me.

I understand what you're saying, but...

Look, I've got a hell of a hangover right now.

Well, aren't you the lucky one?

How long have you worked at the garage?

About five years.

Five?

Well, yeah, five years full time.

Sort of an apprentice before that.

So what's that?

Six or seven years?

Do you remember the last time you saw Marcus?

Yeah, I hadn't really seen that much of him.

He was in one of his moods.

So I sort of left him to it, you know?

I last saw him at home.

I was walking out, saying, seeing you later.

Do you mind?

No, no.

What do you think might have happened to him?

I don't know.

How do you know it's him?

Previous injury, documents.

You were in care together, weren't you?

What sort of deal might he have got involved in?

Who do you think I am, Mystic Meg?

Ha, aye.

Hello.

Sorry.

Do you mind me being here?

No, if it helps.

I don't want to get in anyone's way, you know.

I'll let you know if that happens.

You ever lost anyone?

Yeah.

It's never easy.

As young as Marcus?

No.

Hello, Marc.

He's a bit shy.

Come on, let's go and irritate Harry.

Can play with his microscope.

I wanted to ask you, was Marcus on any medication?

No.

Antidepressants... it was just for a bit.

He was working all hours.

He couldn't wait for the baby, but it got him stressed.

He decided to clear certain people out

of his life... you know, just ones he didn't trust anymore.

He even got funny with Karl.

I'm with him now.

You're allowed a future.

I knew Marcus wasn't coming back.

How?

Karl thought Marcus was a prat towards the end...

Said he must have pissed someone off and legged it.

And what do you think?

Selina?

Karl works next to the factory where the body was found.

So what are you saying?

Oh, nothing, I'm just being stupid.

Hi, he's cleaned out the biscuit tin.

Sorry.

Marc, you little monster, you'd better eat your tea.

Can I come back?

Yeah, if you want to.

So what happened to you?

Marc, mate, get in your bedroom, please.

Is there, um... is there something you want to say, or...

You've been lying to me.

About what?

Ever since Markus disappeared.

All right, here we go.

You knew he was dead, didn't you?

You just screwed up, you know that?

Why can't you just be straight with me?

What are you talking about, being straight with you?

He was my mate, Selina, all right?

Mate.

He didn't want to know you towards the end,

around the time of the post office job.

Didn't want you coming round here anymore, remember?

Wasn't me he was trying to get rid of.

It was you.

You were pregnant.

That job was going to get enough money so he could do a runner.

You bastard.

Marcus loved me.

He wanted to be with me for the rest of his life.

That's right, yeah. He was perfect.

Oh, by the way, it was Marcus that shot that guy.

I don't believe you.

No.

No, well, you wouldn't, would you?

Marcus would never do anything like that.

He was lying to you, Selina.

All his life was one big lie.

Oh, don't. Stop it.

I knew Marcus better than you, better than anyone.

Yeah, well, I don't think you did, babe.

Yeah, go on. Get out of my flat!

Pleasure.

I need you to do me a favor.

SELINA THOMPSON What's going on?

I just need your help.

I need you to look after something for me.

What is it?

Don't ask, please.

Just do it.

OK.

But you owe me.

Mm-hm, big time.

Hey, Leo, how did your lecture go?

I've no idea.

I did my bit and got out.

Oh, that good?

Should have been there.

I heard myself turning into my father.

You can do the next one.

Smart outfit.

Cocktail party?

Oh...

Come on.

The dean hates lateness...

And jeans.

So where is this paragon of corporate generosity?

The dean has sort of attached to him like a limpet.

Come on.

If you say so.

Hello, Sam.

Hi, how are you?

Well, thank you.

Hello, Mr. Morgan.

Sam, nice to see you again.

Leo Dalton, a new work colleague.

Ah.

And of course, Natalie is here.

Nat!

Dennis's daughter.

- Hi. - Hello.

She works a lot harder than I did when I was here.

They kicked you out.

They did... best thing that ever happened to me.

The economics department, more ruthless in those days.

No, I didn't mean it.

I know how hard you work.

Dennis is the only person sent out

of the university who's ever return to endow it.

Well done.

Excuse me.

Does that qualify as trivia?

Now, I want to meet your tutor.

I'll go get him.

Well, I think people who build libraries should be sanctified,

don't you, Leo?

Oh, I've, uh always wanted to put my name on a building.

And it's tax deductible.

Hello.

Peter.

Edgely.

Do you know each other?

Yeah.

Uh, we've met briefly, haven't we?

Hello.

He's keeps me up to the mark.

Oh, I don't have to.

She worked like a Trojan for her A-levels,

pitched her tent somewhere out the back,

and we never saw her again until after the last exam.

Ah, excuse me, I think the dean wants me.

It's like you can't slip out to the pub without being seen.

I better go and join him.

So how's the new family, Peter?

Twins, wasn't it?

Sort of warm and milky and vomit-y.

We should go for a drink sometime.

Sure.

Right.

Well, I think I'll be off.

Where are you going?

You're not leaving, are you?

- I am. - That's outrageous.

Mm. Have fun.

Hello.

I'm DS Linden.

Is Joe Cooke around?

I'm sorry.

He's just popped out.

Can I help?

Possibly.

I'm working on the investigation about that body that was found.

I've heard people saying it's a murder.

It is important that I see Mr. Cooke.

Do you know how long he'll be?

Sorry, I don't know.

I'm just part time, bookkeeping.

There you are.

Mr. Cooke.

I need your help.

What is it?

I was given it by Marcus.

Can you tell me whose fingerprints are on it?

This isn't my area.

The police need to deal with this.

I don't want to talk to the police.

I just want to know, is the Marcus I remember the real one?

There we are.

Thanks.

It was still fully loaded.

We've marked a comparison to a record we've

had on file for a few years.

We think this firearm was used in a crime

in '89, when a bullet was recovered.

You can be that sure?

It's all on record, everything we recover.

Your gun here resurfaces six years later,

1995, post office robbery, Reading.

A bullet was dug out of the spine

of a lucky survivor, who's been left paralyzed since.

So what have we got?

One firearm, two serious crimes.

Markings on a test fire bullet match

the grooves and striations of the one

fired in the original robbery.

We've also recovered some fingerprints.

Marcus Saul's?

No.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Move, move, move, move!

Up the stairs! Up the stairs!

Stand still.

Look at me.

Put the bat down.

Keep looking at me.

Put your hands on your head.

Keep looking at me!

Put your hands on your head.

Mum!

It's all right, Marc. Mummy's here.

Mummy!

Keep your hands on your head, keep looking at me,

and get down on your knees.

Mummy!

It's all right.

Why are you doing this?

We had to do it this way, Selina, because of the firearm situation.

We're going to need to search the rest of your flat.

So you'll need to get dressed.

What's going on?

We found Karl's prints all over the gun.

And you probably knew that, Selina, didn't you?

Rosemary, those records I asked for arrived yet?

I'll go and get them.

Thanks.

Harry, isn't it?

You're not a student, though, are you?

No, no, pathology department.

Ah, see, this one's full grown.

Should I study medicine, I wonder?

Never too late.

I'm very curious about the human body.

Well, there's a trick I know with lime jelly.

Get me a coffee, Warren, please.

What?

Strong, no chocolate.

I'll meet you there.

Right, then.

Where were we?

You were inviting me back to your lab, weren't you?

Better get off to the canteen.

What canteen?

See you in the bar sometime.

Maybe.

So things were OK between you and Marcus?

A gun, this gun, was recovered from your home.

Never seen that before in my life.

Fair enough.

But how come your fingerprints are on this weapon?

We can prove this gun was used in two armed robberies, one

where a victim was left paralyzed.

Yeah, well, I was nicked for that before,

had an alibi, witnesses.

Yeah, Tosh Ridley?

Putting that aside, I am going to arrest you on suspicion

of being involved...

Marcus was my best mate.

In the murder of Marcus Saul.

Why would I want to kill him?

Don't know.

Going to find out soon.

Where is he?

Why is he taking so long?

There's no point waiting, Selina.

He's been charged with armed robbery

and arrested for the murder of Marcus Saul.

He won't be going anywhere.

Help me.

How did Marcus get his hands on this gun with your fingerprints on it?

Was he using it as some kind of insurance?

Why would a childhood friend suddenly want you out of his life?

Or was it the other way around?

Did Marcus have something you wanted...

A girlfriend, a baby, a proper job?

Oh, you and that Selina bird look very cosy.

Even the kid could be yours if I didn't know better.

Your best mate disappears off the face of the planet,

and everyone else is wondering where he's gone.

Weren't you worried?

Listen, I've got no problems.

I was out of the game when Marcus disappeared.

What do you mean?

Well, if you lot did your homework properly,

you'd find out I was in hospital for three weeks.

Birth certificate...

Marcus's?

Why are you showing me this?

I found it with his things.

I think he was looking for his parents

around the time he went missing.

He said he had something to sort out.

Possibly.

Mother, Mary Elizabeth Jones, father unknown.

He was probably trying to tie up some loose ends.

Complete the family.

Some family.

Didn't care about him when he was alive,

don't even know he's dead.

DS Linden.

Hi.

Don't know if it helps, but it seems

Marcus Saul was looking for his parents just before he died.

Where'd you get this?

Selina Thompson.

Evening.

Evening, boss.

Hi.

Better sit down.

Hospital inquiry rules out Karl as Marcus's killer.

How?

The whole of March, 1995, he was in hospital,

unable to move.

Ach, well, we've got him for the robberies.

And he won't walk from that.

Mary Elizabeth Jones.

I'll leave you to it.

Well, Teresa's obviously missing me, not.

You only spoke to her a few hours ago.

You're keen.

I've got a late date.

Lucky you.

No, I'm going to get stuck in.

Lucky her.

Oh, I wish.

Better get on with it.

Well, he's certainly committed.

Going to be one of the best if he keeps it up.

Thought that was you.

You missing your family?

Yeah, I am.

Don't you miss going home to someone?

Sometimes.

Then you get selfish.

Oh, well, that's not good.

You need to have a bit of fun, get away from this place.

Oh, I do enjoy myself, when it suits me.

Oh, I'm not saying you don't, but...

Well, I suppose I am saying you don't.

But...

Come on.

Let's, uh... get out of here.

Sounds good to me.

What... what...

A spider doing... a spider doing press-ups on a mirror!

You all right?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

I'm just going to get something from the car.

Did you want me to?

No, get off.

I'll be back in a minute.

She didn't like my joke.

Brought your clothes.

Don't know if I've brought enough.

It's all right.

Didn't bring Marc.

In here?

Has he asked about me, or...

You know, he's my kid too, Selina.

Didn't even do this.

I don't believe you.

Yeah, so what'd you give them that gun for then, eh?

Marcus gave me that gun not long before he went missing.

I didn't know he was hiding it for you.

You know, you really got me believing

Marcus could have hurt someone.

You trashed him.

I needed to know for sure.

I was always Marcus with you, innit?

Marcus, Marcus, Marcus.

What about me?

Last seven meant nothing to you?

Yeah, go on, go.

You won't even cope on your own.

Well, I'll have to, won't I?

So what did you have in mind?

Um, the cinema?

Cinema?

Well, OK, you choose.

Um, bowling.

Bowling?

Oh, come on, you know you want to, really.

I'm going to show you my moves.

Show me yours.

What about Harry?

Nah, Harry throws like a girl.

Well, I throw like a girl.

You are a girl.

I like watching you throw.

I never hit anything.