All language subtitles for Vera S13E01 [10Bit] [1080p.WEB-DL.H265.AC3-FT] [ENG-Lektor PL] [Alusia]

Hi, Annie. You have a good day, all
right?

Morning, Ian.

Millard, you all right?

Oh, yeah. Very good.

Coming right up, darling.

There you go, love. Tell you what, I'll
throw in another one for free, as long

as that's the you back here tomorrow.

What time do you call it?

Well,

I'll be docking your wages, Leon.

One more late start and I'll be letting
you go.

Couldn't break a 20 for us, could you,
Carol?

That cheeky. Last time today, all right?

See you, Carol.

So, Ian, how's the new pitch working out
for you? Well, it's working great, man,

yeah. As usual, mate.

All right, Mike, well, there you go.

Cheers, honey.

I noticed your taking's a rock, then.

All right, Tony?

Onions, man. Let's get this blood out
while it's fresh.

It won't sell itself.

Well, it's on.

All done, Leah?

Sort of.

Come on, girls, let's be having you.

How are you, onions?

Get another round in.

Mind to fight, let's keep being free.

Come in, come in.

Right.

Nice shirt, Dan.

Fresh and sharp, I want.

Hooray!

Right, boys, where were we?

Done. Done.

Don't you think you've had enough?

A word.

All private.

Danny.

Danny.

Danny, man, will you wait?

There you go.

Cheers, love.

Ain't so well.

Check in with her and make sure she's
all right, yeah?

Morning, Mum.

Mark. Morning, Mum.

Male fatality, early 20s.

Hit and run, they said.

Yeah, our jogger found him first thing
this morning.

Your sister's got a name?

Yeah, Danny Medden.

We found some business cards in his
wallet.

Oh, so he wasn't robbed then?

No, it doesn't look like it. I mean, all
the money's still there.

No sign of a phone, though.

Let's see that card.

Medden Fruit and Veg, Benson Market.

Oh, I know, and they've been there for
years.

It wouldn't hurt to give that number a
ring.

Mum.

Hold up.

Watch where you're stepping.

First impressions.

Focuses the mind.

We sharing these first impressions?

Injuries suggest he was hit by a moving
vehicle.

Well, I could have told you that.

Multiple fractures to the left femur and
pelvis.

Likely sustained at the moment of
impact.

Query internal bleeding.

PM will tell us more.

Time of death, any ideas?

Rigor mortis in the hands and upper
limbs.

Still some given the legs. The death,
he's been dead for around six to eight

hours. So, sometime late last night.

We've got fragments of a broken
headlight. Might help us narrow down the

in question. Well, that's something at
least we can work with.

Thanks,

Paula.

And where's Aidan today?

Uh, Aidan?

Perth. Perth? What's he doing in
Scotland?

Try Perth, Australia.

What?

You're shocked. Couldn't knock me for
six when I found out.

It was his missus sent in the
application.

reckoned his prospects would be better
down under. Of course, her sister lives

there.

Kenny gives him six months.

Mum, we found the phone.

Right, so there's the point of impact.

His phone goes flying and he ends up
here.

Absence of any skid marks suggests the
vehicle was going at speed. No attempt

brake and avoid a collision.

Yeah, it might not have been time to
stop.

A random driver running down
accidentally fled the scene. Evidence

otherwise. There are some tracks further
down that we're investigating.

So could the driver have stopped
eventually?

Check if he's still alive.

Aye.

Ought to make sure he was dead.

Yeah, sure. Will do.

We pulled up a home address in East
Bentham.

Uniform are there now, but there's
nobody home.

Shirt sleeves, plenty of money.

Sounds like a night on the town.

It's obviously down out here, middle of
nowhere.

Well, that's the thousand dollar
question, Kenny.

Girlfriend?

Whoever she is, she'll need telling.

No, no, no, you can't park there, I'm
afraid.

Well, who's in charge here, love?

That'd be me, Market Spectre. I'm Mr...
Sharp, Millen Sharp.

DCI Stanhope, and I'm here about Danny
Medden.

What's he done now?

Now, his fruit and veg store.

Is that a family concern?

Danny's dad owns the license, Tony
Medden. Yeah, and that's who I need to

to. He hasn't shown his face here this
morning. Left onions to mind the shop as

usual. Onions?

Right. Keep an eye on me, Milton. I need
a word, Pet.

Somewhere quiet.

I can't believe it.

Now, have you any idea where I'd find
his mum and dad? It's best they hear

this from us.

His mum died a while back, and I think
his dad was headed to the wholesalers.

Right.

Now, were both you and Danny working on
the stall yesterday?

Aye, and then we went for a drink in the
tavern after work.

Most of the stallholders end there after
close. Yeah, anything happen in the pub

I should know about?

Danny and his dad had a bit of a kick
-off.

So what was this kick -off about?

Tony told Danny he was thinking of
selling off.

Danny was livid. Saw it as some kind of
betrayal.

So how did it resolve itself?

I got between them.

Danny stormed out of there.

And what time was this?

It must have been around nine.

When did his man die?

It's getting on six months now.

Tony's been letting things slide with
the business since.

Me and Danny have been picking up the
slack for him.

What about a girlfriend, good -looking
lad?

He liked to play the field.

Do you recognise this face?

No.

No, I can't say I do. Sorry.

Now, I am going to have to ask you this,
love.

Can you think of anyone who might have
had it in for Danny?

Maybe.

You might want to talk to Ian Headley.

He's one of the other traders.

Want to tell me why?

A few months ago, Tony falls behind on
his subs.

Comes into work one day and he finds out
that the gaffer's handed Headley his

pitch. What, the gaffer? You mean Mr
Shaw?

Aye. Tony, he goes after Headley, throws
a punch, lands him in a sob charge.

It's been at odds with the Meddans ever
since.

Thanks, love.

Look, I can't keep calling you onions.
What does your man call you?

Owen.

Owen Duggan. Ah, well, thanks, Owen.

We may need to talk again.

Tony Medden.

Who's asking?

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you,
sir.

Where did you find him?

A couple of miles outside town, Benson
Bridge.

And what was he doing there?

Well, I was hoping you'd know the answer
to that.

He was in the pub, let's say, with
someone. Yeah, where the pair of you had

kick -off.

We'd been losing money hand over fist
ever since Gaynor died.

I heard your wife had passed. I'm sorry,
love.

I told him I was done with it.

Yeah, the store, the grafting early
starts, none of it matter anymore.

And what did he say to that?

Some guff about the store being his
mum's legacy.

Weren't you worried when he didn't come
home last night?

No. He'd been dusting down her onions,
please.

Is that right?

Now, I notice you've got a broken
headlight on your vehicle, sir. You know

that's against the law.

Aye. That'd be a fine point on your
licence.

Do you want to tell us how you came by
it? I smashed it a few weeks ago.

Hadn't had time to get it fixed. Don't
you report the accident?

I'd let the insurance lapse.

Well, that's six more points. Probably
lose your licence.

I've had a lot on me mind lately, you
know.

Well, luckily for you, that's not my
department.

But I will need you to ID the body, sir.

Next of kin.

Danny Medden, 23 years old, market
trader.

He was killed last night in a hit and
run at Benson Bridge.

Now, this may have been a random
accident, but since it wasn't reported,

treating it as a murder investigation
until we know otherwise.

Either way, we need to find that
vehicle.

Steph, surveillance.

There was no surveillance in the crime
scene, Mum.

We're still checking NPR and state
cameras.

Now, Jack would have handed me a list of
any stolen cars by now. Since she's

back in fraud, you need to step up.

I'll make sure I'm across it, Mum.

Right.

As soon as you like.

Now, we know the lad left the market
tavern about 9pm after a stand -up row

his dad, Tony Medden. Now, the two had
been at odds since the lad's mam died,

and there's a bit of a crust on the
grieving husband, by all accounts.

I pulled out Tony Medden's record, and
he got six months suspended for that

assault on Ian Headley. Yeah, so there's
bad blood between the two of them.

We need to talk to this fella.

Right, I want legs down at that mark at
anyone who knew Danny Medden, anyone who

saw him last night, anyone... Well, look
who

the cat dragged in.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

Hey, it's nice of you to stop by, Joe.

As some of you may remember, DS Ashworth
used to be one of the team.

It's DI Ashworth now, College of
Policing.

You must have been informed.

What? That we're going to be observing.

Oh, I didn't know it was going to be
you.

Does that mean we're going to be
assessed, ma 'am?

Well, maybe D .I. Ashworth can answer
that.

And you are?

Detective Constable Duncan.

Yes.

This force is one of a number being
studied for comparative purposes.

New codes of professional practice.

So why are we being singled out?

Recent case summaries highlighted a lack
of...

Strategic direction.

What, and they've sent you to sort it
out?

We set national standards for key areas
of policing.

And we want all of those in law
enforcement to understand their

So what's the deal here, Joe?

You snooping on us?

I prefer to call it close scrutiny.

And I'd rather you call me sir.

The word.

I thought you might have missed us.
Well, I don't know what gave you that

You swung in here in a new coat, no word
of warning.

Like I say, I'm just observing.

And do I get any say in this? It was all
above my pay grade. There are plenty of

forces who aren't up to scratch.

There's no suggestion that anyone's
underperforming. Well, that's exactly

it sounded like to me.

Listen, I'm going to be ticking some
boxes.

A few recommendations.

Intelligence requirements, operational
priorities.

Vera, you won't even know I'm here.

Oh, right. Well, in that case, I've got
a murder to solve.

And I'd rather you called me ma 'am.

And he didn't seem out of the ordinary,
did he? He should have been issued with

standardized questionnaires.

He'll have to take that one up with the
boss.

How long are we going to have to live
with this? Oh, as long as it takes,

We do our job, nothing to worry about.
Mr. Sharp! Wait, Baskin. Yes?

What are you doing here?

Well, Carol told us about Danny. I
thought maybe I could be of some help.

You're not helping anyone, Baskin. Just
go home.

It must be the missus.

Excuse me.

Is this absolutely necessary?

Investigating a murder, Mr Shaw.

I understand that, but how's this going
to look? You all questioning my

stallholders. Well, the sooner we're
finished, so where will I find Ian

If it's lunch, you'll be in the cafe.

Danny was shooting his mouth off, as
usual. Thought he was going to come to

blows. Called his dad out in front of
all the traders.

Well, that wouldn't have gone down too
well.

Only Meddon's a piece of work. Son was a
chip off the old block.

What, you and the Meddons have history?

Well, just market banter. Things got out
of hand.

Yeah? Tony Meddon took a pop that year
for stealing his pitch.

The Meddons like to think they own this
market.

Plenty of people in the pocket.

Well, that's a bit of an accusation.

Look,

you might want to search that lock -up.
It wasn't just apples and pears they

were selling.

You're going to have to give me more
than that, love.

Danny was flogging knock -off fags.
Everyone knew it.

I brought it up with Mill and the market
inspector.

Said it was none of my concern.

Meaning?

Well, clearly he was in on it.

What time did you leave the pub?

Must have been about 11.

Headed straight for home.

See Danny on your travels?

Can't say I did.

Danny Madden was bad news.

Ask anyone on the market.

That lad got everything that was coming
to him.

I need you to fly up.

Mark, get a warrant to search the
Meddans' lock -up. Rumour has it they've

selling dodgy fags.

What?

They've got enough to contend with, Joe,
without you breathing down their necks.

There are guidelines and procedures.

When did you get told by the book?

Well, maybe if you'd warned them, they
would be in a cess.

Mum?

Barmaid confirmed Danny had had a
skinful.

Left the pub around 9pm with onions.

His name's Owen Duggan.

He left at 9pm.

That's two or three hours unaccounted
for.

Kenny tells me you're in charge.

Oh, you're acquainted with DC Lockhart?

He buys his pants from a stall.

Has done for years now.

Carol runs the stall next to the
maidens.

Oh, so you would have known the lad
quite well.

Me and his mum were mates.

Gay and a maiden.

Only one who could keep him in line.

Yeah, he was a bit of a charmer by all
accounts.

Oh. Danny was a proper ladies' man.

Were there any ladies in particular we
should be talking to?

Well, you might want to start with
Leanne.

Helps us out sometimes if I need her.

Is she here today?

No. Late for work yesterday and hasn't
turned up at all today.

Now, this kick -off in the pub last
night, that wasn't just to do with him

selling off.

Danny adored his mum.

After she passed, well, he was lost.

And it all came out at the funeral.

What? Tony only goes and tells him he's
adopted.

Not even a real maiden.

What, and he hadn't known he was
adopted?

Knocked him for thick.

Drove a real wedge between them.

Now, Mrs Shaw, I saw you talking to her
earlier.

Was she also a friend of Danny's man?

Used to be.

Badmer and Millen ran a doll together.

OK, Leanne's a dress off.

Jill is out in one of the villages.

She's on the books, isn't she?

I'm sure I can find one somewhere.

So what have we learned from these
stallholders, aside from where Kenny

pantsed?

Now, we know the lad had a bit of a rep.

Pantsed himself as a market gigolo.

My ex -bloomer he was, for those missing
hours.

What about this sideline and dodgy fags?

Yeah, I ran a background check on Mill
and Shaw.

Come back clean.

Well, if he is taking sweetness to turn
a blind eye, that puts him in the frame.

I'm not aware of any evidence to support
that.

Well, we'd better get a wiggle on and
find some, then.

Just trying to establish your line of
inquiry.

I wasn't aware you were part of this
briefing.

Just ticking those boxes.

What about passive data?

Kenny, passive data?

No.

Phone logs?

Phone logs, bank statements, computer
records.

Could give us everything we need to know
about Danny Medden.

Well, how about three missed calls from
Leanne Barry the evening he was

murdered? She lives with her parents in
Fourstones, ma 'am.

Fourstones?

Well, that's not a million miles from
where we found his body.

Right.

I'm off to Fourstones.

Mind if I tag along?

Do I have a choice?

Okay, I get it. You'd rather I wasn't
across this.

Oh, you've got something right.

There's always room for improvement,
that's all I'm saying.

So this lack of strategic direction, I'm
guessing that's a pop at me.

I know that you lost a couple of your
team recently.

Jack was offered promotion.

We were sorry to see her go. I'd never
stand in anyone's way, as you well know.

The F. Healy? He fancied his prospects
down under. Now, I suppose that's my

fault as well.

It's all about inspiring common purpose.

Building an inclusive workplace.

I mean them.

You never did learn to delegate, did
you?

I mean, look at a couple like Kenny.
Have you ever stopped to think about his

personal development?

I think he's a tad past that, don't you?

You're not still driving that old thing,
eh? What if I am? I think resources

would be better spent maintaining a
newer vehicle. What if the vehicle

meet your exacting standards? You can
drive yourself there.

Now, we hear about the death of one of
the stallholders, Danny Medden, found on

Benson Bridge.

What?

Hey, I'm sorry, love.

I hit and run last night.

Right.

Now, can you tell us about your
relationship with the deceased?

There's not that I tell.

Well, we know you called him three times
last night after he left the pub.

You said you were out with a girl. I
was.

I never wanted Leanne to take that job.

You don't need to hear all of this,
Alan.

I could have put in a word at the
factory.

Where is it you work, Mr. Barry?

Camleys. Shop floor manager.

Been there 25 years.

This is her chance to get out of the
village.

Make some new friends.

She doesn't need friends like Danny
Medden. I told him to stay away.

You never gave him a chance. Look, we
just need to establish the lad's

prior to the incident.

Yes. Well, we were all set on leaving
last night.

I'd packed a bag.

You finally would have been shut of us.

Now, Carol at the market tells us that
you and Danny were close.

Danny looked out for us.

Said we had a special connection.

So this plan for the pair of you to
leave Bentham last night, was that his

We decided a couple of days ago.

We only booked the tickets last night on
his tablet.

Last coach down to London.

So the pair of you all set to get this
coach, then what?

Got roped into that dinner with Carol
and the girls, so he said he'd meet us

the coach station later.

Kept calling him.

No answer.

Stood there at the station for over an
hour. It wasn't coming, so I called a

back to the village.

Did Danny tell you he was adopted?

He didn't want it getting around the
market.

Hello?

Yeah, OK.

He told me he'd tracked down his birth
mother.

What?

When was this?

A few months ago.

Asked him how it went. He closed it
down.

Did he tell you her name?

Never mentioned her again.

I think she might have lived somewhere
in South Shields.

Oh, thanks, Pet.

So what were thinking?

I'm thinking you should keep your nose
out of it.

Stuck up in the sticks.

Parents who don't understand her.

Ah, along comes a good -looking lad.

Sounds to me like you were stringing her
along.

Oh, that's a fella's take on it, is it?

Hey, I'm just trying to help.

Oh, well, come on, then, since we're
sharing.

Enlighten us.

He's got a family business to run. The
last thing he's going to do is run away

with a lovesick teenager.

So you still with Celine?

Aye.

And the kids OK?

Thingy and... What's their face?

Michael. And Jessie.

They're fine.

Oh, and the band.

The band's 13 now.

Well, I suspect you'll be missing them.

Yeah, it's a part of the job, isn't it?

Long stints away from home.

Well, this used to be your home.

Mark.

Mark. Hang on, hang on. You applied for
a search warrant? Do I need one?

I know what's right. Oh, so do I, love.

Come on, get this open.

Here we go.

Look, can I... Can you stand back, sir?

Mum? Mum.

I swear I had no idea that they were in
there. I don't even have a case.

Oh, not looking good with trading
standards.

Yeah, well, I'll need to write up a
report.

Oh, what?

Make sure you cover your back.

Sorry, what's that supposed to mean?

That lock -up is full of knock -off
gear. I had no idea.

Ah, that's not going to wash, love.

Because I know Ian Headley tipped you
the wink.

Ian Headley liked to stir up trouble.

The meddans haven't paid their soaps
here for weeks, and yet you still keep

on at the market.

Tony's wife died.

I could hardly send them packing.

What, so you just turn a blind eye to
whatever it is they're doing? Now, how

much is that little favour worth, I
wonder?

You think I was in on this?

I run a reputable market.

There's nothing reputable about the
Meddans. And from what I've been

it's them who run this place. I think
we're done here.

We're done when I say we're done.

Now, what time did you last see Danny
Meddan?

I ran closing yesterday.

He was on his way to the tavern.

Do you not go to the pub?

I never mix with traders outside of work
hours.

I left the market around seven and went
home to my wife.

And I assume she'll vouch for that.

Yeah, if she needs to.

Well, it's only now.

I'll leave you to give him the news.

Yeah. Leave it on my desk.

Will do, Mum.

Mum's still here, then?

I thought I might sit in for this one.

For old times' sake.

Just observing, remember?

Yeah. The non -speak and roll.

47 cartons of contraband cigarettes
hidden under your satsumas.

Handbags, perfume, under your
pomegranates. Danny sold all that on the

cash went straight into his pocket.

So where's he getting this knock -off
gear from?

Straight off one of the shifts is what
he said, but I don't know. I didn't ask

any questions.

Oh, that's very convenient.

I warned him. He was getting himself in
trouble.

Oh, so he's dealing with people you
wouldn't want to mess with.

Hmm. And was his dad part of all this?

Because he finds out that I'm talking.

What? He'll take a pop at you. We know
he's got form for that.

Now then, damn it, tablet.

Any idea where that might be?

Why would I know that?

Well, to start with, it's been keeping
on your floor.

Another thing you failed to mention.

He had nowhere else to go.

Your mate leaves the pub, steam and
drunk.

Doesn't turn up for work the next
morning. Didn't you think they'd give

ring? Find out if he was OK?

Danny was always disappearing.

He went short for days sometimes.

Any idea where he went?

I wasn't his keeper.

Did you know that Danny had met up with
his birth mother?

Who told you that, then?

Well, he confided as much to Leanne
Barry.

Reckoned she was his girlfriend.

She'd only known him five minutes.

Selling contraband tobacco is a serious
offence.

You could be looking at a fine.

Possible custodial sentence.

Yeah, well, here's the thing, Pet. I
couldn't give a stuff about these dodgy

facts.

I just want to find out who killed your
mate.

So if there's anything at all you've
neglected to tell me, now would be a

time.

Right.

Wait. Dunny broke into Hedley's van and
bought some shirts and some tops.

Did he?

And when was this?

It's a few days ago.

Dunny got a kick out of Rylan Hedley up.

He said he needed putting in his play.

Was this theft reported?

No.

Hedley was probably too scared to.

Not surprised.

Last time he got a thump.

So that night, Danny comes into the pub
wearing one of these shirts.

And the look on Hedley's face... Right.

Listen, you're not going to charge us
for that stuff in the lock -up, are you?

No, that licence is in Tony Medden's
name.

He'll have to deal with the fallout. But
if I find... out you've been lying to

me a fine's going to be the leak of your
worries interview terminated 9 32 dci

stand up leave in the room just
observing this department is in

dire need of a shake -up resources are
stretched of course but i did make some

proposals to the well i'll make sure i
read up on it now well if we could just

focus on the matter in and

Post -mortem findings confirmed what we
learnt at the crime scene.

Typical impact injuries.

Aside from the fractures, burst blood
vessels from the force of the collision,

tears in the soft tissue.

So what was it that killed him?

Acute subdural hematoma.

Blood would have collected between the
skull and the brain.

PH levels confirmed the post -mortem
interval.

He'd be dead for around six hours when
we found him.

Are you saying his life might have been
saved if someone had got him to

hospital? That's pure conjecture.

Well, not if it impacts on my case.

It's possible.

I ran a tox screen. There was a
substantial amount of alcohol in his

enough to impair his mental faculties.
Ah, well, we know he'd been on a bender.

So what is the strategy for the forensic
response?

All compiled in line with the best
practice.

What about the crime scene? Anything we
can work with?

Microscopic flecks of grey paint on
Danny's jeans.

Highly likely it came from the vehicle
that ran him down. Unless he'd been

painting the garden fence.

So if we could match the paint to a code
on the database... If the undercoat lay

a structure that gives us all the
answers, we only have the top coat.

What about the broken headlight?

Ah, now that was more promising.

The fragment we found has a code
embedded inside it.

It's incomplete, but if we can crack
it... We could narrow down the focus to

particular mega -vehicle.

Good.

Right, now, it's time I leave you two to
put your heads together.

Glad his mum isn't here.

Look, why don't you come and sit down,
love?

And I know we don't need you to find out
he was adopted.

You've been taught in the carol.

She's a heavy one.

All came out at his mum's funeral.

Gained a damn wish.

Made me swear to tell him the truth.

Why keep it a secret?

Because it never felt like the right
time at all.

And how did the lad take the news?

I told him he stole me some.

Flesh and blood.

The rest of it, nobody else's business.

Mother, I'm sorry to bring this up,
love, but that assault charge, Ian

Ian Hedley, Ian Hedley.

Hedley stole my pitch!

Now, it might have been wise to have
mentioned that charge before, so what

you making an example of? I should never
have lumped him.

Understatement? But he insisted on
getting the police involved.

On the market, we sell things, aren't
we? Oh, keep it in the family.

He had it coming.

So, nothing to do with these dodgy fags,
because we've got you banging the

rights for that.

No praises for getting old grass us up.

Now, just that... After we found that
gear, it was straight on the blowout of

the market inspector.

Now, that makes me think he was in on
it.

Donnie said Milan wouldn't be a problem.

But everyone's taken care of. Milan?

Everyone has their place.

Saw you yesterday down at the market.

Oh, aye.

Carol tells us you used to run a stall
there.

Ten years.

Reno Shane.

So why'd you decide to give it up?

Millen landed the inspector's job.

He didn't think I could manage on my
own.

I bought the house off plan.

Moved up sticks to the middle of
nowhere.

I'm a lady of leisure now.

How well do you know the Middens?

I was friendly enough with Gaynor.

Millen didn't think they were every sort
of people.

Now, market inspector, take -home pay
wouldn't stretch very far. In a house

this, it must have cost you.

We came in for family money.

Ah.

Now, on the night that Danny was killed,
your husband tells me he was home all

evening. Must have got back about 7 .30.

Oh, you sound very certain of that.

Millen likes his routine.

Regular as clockwork.

OK.

I'll leave you to it.

Thanks for your time, love.

Talking into Danny's social media
history, ma 'am.

He had a profile on a gay hook -up app.

What?

Are you saying our lady's now within the
fellas, too?

Looks like.

Well, there's a turn -off.

Anything we can run with?

All his DMs have been deleted.

Something he didn't want to get out?

Am I curious, metrosexual?

Does anyone care these days?

Oh, you'd be surprised, a small town
like Benson.

Well done.

Kenny, where are we with this lad's
tablet?

Ah, nothing yet, ma 'am. Well, contact
that pub again. It's got to be

Ma 'am.

Ma

'am,

is that you?

Leveling this.

You never learn, do you? Right, get out.

He was waiting outside the local. He
hadn't got away in the van.

Are you saying Tony Medden threatened
you?

He's locking up. I don't want him
anywhere near me. And is this the van

driving? Yeah, I keep most of my stock
in there overnight.

So, is this the same van Danny Medden
broke into last week?

He was wearing this shirt the night he
died.

Yeah, and I doubt he paid for it.

I knew it was Danny. I didn't have any
proof.

And there he was in the pub.

Bold as brass, waltzing around in your
stolen clobber. Yeah, that's the reason

you might have cracked.

I'm the victim here, the injured party.

And we will address your concerns, sir.
But meanwhile, I'd like my forensics

team blowing over that van.

I don't buy it, it doesn't matter.

Is Tony Menon still a suspect?

Aye, for the time being.

Not that it's any of your concern.

You think he's capable of running down
his own son?

I think he's a violent individual.

with previous for assault, who just
threatened the fella who dubbed him in.

I think we should focus on Ian Hadley.

Oh, that's your strategic assessment, is
it? Well, it wouldn't hurt to bring him

in. I'll bring him in when I'm good and
ready to bring him in.

And when I want your opinion, I'll ask
for it.

I'm just trying to encourage some
creative thinking.

God knows this place could do with it.
You've done nothing but undermine me

since you got here. Now you're doing it
in front of my team.

I would never undermine you.

Backstabbing sabotage, call it what you
will.

I've seen you on your phone.

Well, if you're planning on reporting me
to the IOPC, go ahead, fill your boots.

When was the last time you bought some
new equipment?

What's wrong with the kit I've got?

Some of those computers are older than I
am.

They do the job.

They do the job. They could be better.

It's all about standardisation.

Yeah, spending taxpayers' money.

Listen, Joe, I follow my gut.

One of the most important things to any
decent corporate. Now, clearly, that's

something you've forgotten all about.
What?

The report you asked for from social
services, ma 'am?

Danny Medden's adoption.

Any joy?

Birth was registered at Bentham General,
8th September 2000.

Father unknown.

There's a scan picture of the birth
mother in there, though.

Alison Wilmslaw.

Oh, now that's the photo the lad had in
his wallet.

Adoption was finalised six months later.

Adopted parents, Anthony and Gayna
Medden.

They were both vetted and cleared by a
panel.

Well, this seems fairly routine.

Something flagged up on the file,
though, Mum.

Something you might want to know about.

Well, spit it out.

The mother got pregnant as a result of a
sexual assault.

Could the lad have known about that?

She now goes by Alison Rahim, and I
traced her number on Danny's mobile.

So you had been in contact with her?

I've also tracked down her current
address.

Somewhere in South Shields?

25 4 Bridge Street.

Good work, Steph.

I thought I could pay her a visit.

Well, something like that requires
sensitive handling.

And you think I'm not up to the job?

Just watch your tone, Daisy Duncan.

Sorry, Mum.

I suppose I could always go with her.

Or what?

I get mentioned in that report.

Failure to effectively engage the
workforce.

It might be relevant to the case.

I don't share anything you don't need
to.

Ian Hedley tells us you threatened him
last night.

He tried to run us over.

You've been going out of your way to
intimidate the man, you and your son. He

should never have crossed us up.

Do you know about this break -in?

Ian Hedley's van.

Danny stole some of his gear.

Pissed you.

Pissed up, thieving, knock -off fags.
Sounds like a lad who was looking for

trouble. He had this anger inside him.

Ever since Gaynor died.

He was broken.

I couldn't fix him.

Alison Rahim?

Detective Constable Duncan with D .I.
Ashworth.

I'd like to talk to you about Danny
Medden.

Right, go on for your dad.

I want nothing more to do with Danny.

And you can tell him that from me.

We can't do that, Mrs Rahim.

I'm afraid he was killed two days ago.

Hey, lad. Come on.

Thanks,

Dad. You're welcome.

Getting pregnant back then was the last
thing that I needed.

I was still young, 21.

I wasn't ready to be a mother.

So you gave the child up for adoption?

Neil had no idea.

Not until Danny showed up.

When was this?

It must have been six months ago.

We contacted social services.

We know about the circumstances of
Danny's adoption.

Again, I couldn't have kids.

God knows we tried.

And then we put our names down with an
adoption agency.

We think Danny might have traced his
birth mother.

No.

You wouldn't have done that without
telling us first.

Now the pair of you were barely talking.

They never told us their name.

Did they tell you anything about their
circumstances?

Only that she'd been sexually assaulted.

Didn't feel able to keep the baby.
Wanted to make sure it went to a good

Sparing you the details.

We didn't want Danny to know.

A start like that weighs on you.

Then Gaynor found out she had cancer.

Said we should tell Danny everything
that we owed him the truth.

So this rift between you wasn't about
the business at all.

It was him finding out the dad he
worshipped had been living a lie.

How could I tell him how I came into
this world?

No, you just wanted to protect him.

All I ever wanted was to make him feel
safe.

I was on my way home from a work's
Christmas party.

Pub in Bentham.

It was late.

After midnight.

Should have been more careful.

Hey, you were just walking home.

You've got nothing to be sorry for.

Never got a look at him.

He had this heavy coat on, hood

up, scarf wrapped around his face.

I don't remember the smell of him,
though.

Beer and sheep aftershave.

You don't have to tell us this.

No, I do.

I need to make you understand.

He was young.

Um... Strong.

I tried to scream.

I tried to make him stop.

Um... Afterwards, I, uh... I

just wrote to the local neck and, um...
They took a statement.

Said all the right things.

Wasn't your fault.

Was the incident ever followed up?

Aye. The doctor took a sample of the
assailant's DNA.

No watch on the system.

A few weeks.

Still hadn't heard anything.

No leads of any substance said.

So... I decided to drop the case.

For what had happened behind me.

Before it destroyed us.

And then you found out you were
pregnant?

I didn't tell anyone what had happened.

But then the faces of the people that I
grew up with, well, it was like they

could see it in me soul.

I felt dirty.

Culpable. That child would have been a
constant reminder.

I asked if I could hold him, you know,
for an hour or so.

And then they took him away.

I couldn't stay in Bentham, not after
what had happened.

So I moved here, met Neil, had two more
kids.

One is tight, but we're good.

What do you do?

I'm a community nurse.

Neil drives a minicab.

You said Danny turned up a few months
ago?

Yeah, he found us through social
services.

Said that he wanted some answers. She
told him she wasn't interested.

Yeah, well, he pushed and pushed, and in
the end, the truth came out.

The rape.

What it did to me, everything.

And how did Danny take it?

Seemed to push him over the edge.

That this man was somehow a part of him.

What's all this got to do with his
murder?

Danny called your wife two weeks ago.

You hadn't broken off contact
completely.

We agreed.

No more contact. It was finished. Yeah,
well, it was just on the phone.

It was just a few minutes, that's all.

He was still my son, and I turned him
away.

Like, maybe if I'd just been a bit
kinder, you know?

We could take another look at the sexual
assault case.

See if it throws up any new leads.

What, dragging it all back up?

We'd have to get clearance from the
original SIO.

Extenuating circumstances.

23 years I've lived with this.

All I've ever wanted is some closure.

What the hell were you thinking, making
that kind of promise?

The case was shelved.

Forgotten.

Everything that happened to her just
brushed under the carpet.

That was not your call to make.

There's a violent sex offender who could
still be out there.

You always stay objective. You never get
involved.

Now's that one working out for you.

Hey.

Just remember who you're talking to, eh?

Six weeks, I've been out of uniform.

Trying to earn my place on that team.

The DCI is a tough act to follow. She
doesn't cut you any slack.

I should infuriate her.

But she's the best there is, and she'll
always have your back.

Sorry.

I messed up.

Get in.

He said he was a minicar driver.

You see his car?

Grey paint.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking we should run low play.

Now, the night your lad was killed, did
you drive home from the pub?

Had a few drinks, flagged down a cab.

How come you were parked up with the van
next morning at the wholesaler's?

Only in his insurance. Drive it.

Ah.

Aye.

Restaurant orders, home delivery boxes.
I picked it up from his place.

Just before you told me Danny was dead.

So, Danny and Leanne.

Did you know they were planning on
leaving together?

Leaving? Aye.

Is that what she told you?

Aye, no. They booked tickets for that
night.

Coached down to London.

Then there was all talk.

Aye, he said he was meeting her.

He started bragging about how hot she
was for him.

You know, rubbing me face in it.

But I caught him.

That night.

He'd booked a hotel room for them.

Well, they'd need a... hotel in London?

No, here.

In town.

Which hotel was this?

I don't know.

And you didn't think it was worth
sharing this?

Well, I didn't want to drop Leanne in
it. You know, something like that gets

around the market.

Ah, so you were just looking out for the
lass.

Danny tells us to go back to the flat
and not wait up for him.

Did you drive the Medden van home that
night?

Maybe. You either did or you didn't.

I was over the limit, all right? It was
the only reason I didn't tell you. Well,

you know what I think?

I think you found out your best mate was
leaving along with the lass you were

sweet on.

Now, you weren't going to let that
happen, were you?

You seriously think that I killed him?

I think you've been lying to me from the
start.

Too busy pointing the finger at Ian
Headley.

Danny was still my best friend.

Despite everything.

He was the only friend I've ever had.

Danny, madam's last... known movement.

Now, according to Owen Duggan, Onions,
Danny booked her Benson Hotel room

for the night, bragging about taking
Leanne Barry there.

But we know she was stood waiting for
him at that coach station.

Unless she's lying and all.

So, who was he with?

Hmm? Let's get his photo out there,
Kenny.

Hotels, B &B, let's see if anyone buys.

Yes, ma 'am. I bought breakfast.

Well, it's going to take more than a
bacon roll, love.

Well, if you're not hungry.

Look at that.

Right.

Tell us how you got on with Alice and
Rahim.

Well, about that, Mum.

This is a cold case file.

And it makes for some pretty grim
reading.

Who asked you to pull that file?

I've cleared it with Bentham CID.

This case was investigated and put on
ice.

We should take another look.

Steph, could you give us a minute?

In case you've forgotten, you're not
part of this team.

Well, maybe I can bring something to
this one.

Oh, I think you've brought quite enough,
don't you?

We put the DNA through the database and
go back through the evidence.

I thought we were supposed to be
prioritising our time and our resources,

afraid I'm going to have to say no.

With respect, ma 'am, I don't need your
permission.

Sorry to interrupt, ma 'am.

Those plates that you want the tech to
run, sir?

We can place Neil Raheem's vehicle in
Bentham the night Danny was murdered.

Right.

I'm driving.

No sugar, please, man. No problem.

He'd been ringing up the house, hanging
up whenever I answered.

The only reason she told us the truth in
the first place, she was worried I

would hear it from Danny.

Hey, that must have come as a shock to
you, finding out what had happened to

you, missus.

I'd have grown up son, I knew nothing
about.

Had you spoken to Danny recently, Mr
Rahim?

Alison was thinking of meeting up with
him again.

He'd been laying on the sob story,
pushing all the buttons.

So, what, you wanted to warn him off?
Aye.

Went out to see him at the market a
couple of weeks ago.

Told him to fling his hook.

Even offered to pay him off.

Cocky little scrooge just smirked at us.

And did your wife know this meeting had
taken place?

She's got no idea.

It's the reason I didn't tell you.

Now, the evening Danny was killed, were
you out driving your cab that night?

Would have been touting for business in
town.

K -Side. Big market.

Get most of me fares from there.

Pick up any fares for Benton?

Not that I remember.

I'm sure about that.

Because your plate's flagged up only a
few miles away from where the lad was

killed.

Now you mention it, I did.

Pick up a lass from the coach station.

Drove her out to one of the villages.

Four stones, I think.

That must be 20 miles away.

She was young.

She seemed upset about something.

I wanted to make sure she got home safe.

What happened to Alison?

Something like that stays with you.

There'll be a record on the fat nav you
can check with the cab office.

Oh, don't you worry, love.

We will.

Erm... Danny told us he was close to
tracking him down.

Said he was going to pay him back.

For what he did to his mum.

What if Alison did know her assailant's
identity?

And Danny had tracked down his real dad?

Give us a motive for wanting him dead.

Finds out he's adopted his mum, the
victim of a sexual assault. That's

mess with anyone's head. Sexual offender
about to be named and shamed.

She didn't name her assailant.

Didn't even see his face.

The police didn't pick up a single lead.
Now, the chances of that lad finding

anything were pretty slim.

But you already looked at that file.

Well, of course I bloody had.

Kenny. I'm over at the Pendleton Hotel
in Bentham, ma 'am.

The receptionist recognised a photograph
of Danny.

He came here the night he died.

He went to a room on the second floor.

Was there anyone with him? Hold on,
Kenny.

Go on.

Well, not that she remembers.

But I checked the payment details and he
used a card that registered it to

Mellon Shah.

I replied to a message on a dating
website. We exchanged a few details,

to meet.

So, to be clear, Mr. Shah, you were
meeting Danny Metten for sex?

He didn't have a picture on his profile
page. He wasn't even using his real

name. Well, plenty of chances to have
sent him packing.

Two more hotel bookings in your name.

Past six weeks.

You can see why I couldn't tell you.

My man in my position.

No, we're not here to judge your love.

Just want the facts.

I thought he was out of my league, and I
like the attention.

So, on the night in question, you met
the lad in that hotel room, and we can

hazard a guess what you were up to.

Danny was already drunk when he got
there.

He'd been arguing with his dad in the
pub.

Oh, he was angry, wound up.

Yeah, took me a while to calm him down.

I believe you. According to the hotel
receptionist, you were in that room

two hours.

Even ordered a bottle of wine.

I left him passed out on the bed.

And what time was this?

Must have been around 11.

And then you drove back to Meadowside
and got your missus to cover for you.

If this gets out, it will finish her.

Right, now listen up.

Mr. Shah said he left and he met and
passed out in that hotel room.

He's done nothing but lie to us up to
now.

But unless we can prove otherwise...
Married man, closet case.

He'd been playing around.

And the lad had enough on him to bury
him.

Well, I went through his wallet when he
got booked in. Found a petrol receipt

for the night in question for a garage
on the A road just outside of Bentham.

Well, that's headed over to where we
found his body.

Well... Well done, Mark.

Time on the receipts is 11 .25pm.

Right. Well, get over to that petrol
station.

Let's see what that'll give us.

Mum. That was the death sergeant, Mum.

Leanne Barry's been arrested.

Mind your head.

Come on, this way.

Turn to your right, please.

Now to your left.

Stop lifting.

I just took a bit of make -up from one
of the stove lights.

Ah, it doesn't matter what you stole,
love. It's still theft.

Why'd you do it?

Well, we're going to charge her. Sit
down.

And you'll have a record.

All for a bit of lippy.

DC, I stand up interviewing Leanne
Barry, 1939.

Look, I know you've had a tough time the
last few days, Lord, but do you think

Danny would have wanted any of this? I
don't care about Danny from the moment

met. He'd been messing me around.

Now, if you've got something to say that
might have a bearing on his murder, you

need to tell me what it is.

OK.

How did this tablet come to be in your
possession?

He left it behind in the pub that night.

That was something else you shouldn't
have taken.

I was just looking after it for him.

So if I'm going to find something on
here, you might just as well tell me

it is.

I was scrolling through some of his
emails.

Yeah, his emails, yeah.

Yeah, because Danny had signed up to
this heritage website after he found out

was adopted.

What, like a family tree?

Yeah. You send them a swab, they work
out your DNA profile, post you an update

if they find any matches.

I'd already done it.

So why did you sign up?

A -level project.

Genetics and coding.

I wanted to find out what I was made of.

So when I'm going through these emails,
and I will, what is it I'm going to

find? You're going to find that...

Me dad isn't all he was cracked up to
be.

Danny with me brother.

Morning, Mum.

Listen, you were right about that cold
case.

Now, walking home from that Christmas
show the night Alison was attacked, that

party was at Camley's.

Aye, she was working there the same time
as Alan Barry.

Now, Leanne told us that she and Danny
had a connection. Well, we know he

the field.

So why didn't he try it on with her?

I'll tell you why.

Because he'd found out that Leanne...

Was his sister.

And Alan Barry was his dad.

He found his man's raven.

What? Come on. Come on, let's go.

What a real thing.

Do the honest joke.

Alan Burry, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of serious sexual assault.

1999, you were already working at
Cambly's, weren't you?

Well, yes, you were. We know you were.

And Alison Rahim was also working there
at the same time.

Although you might remember her as
Alison Winslow, employed as a packer.

If you say so.

It was 23 years ago.

Name doesn't ring any bells.

Oh, you might remember the Christmas
party that year, 1999.

I'm assuming you were there. Like I
said, it was years ago.

Well, this is a statement Alison gave to
the police, reporting that she'd been

sexually assaulted on her way home from
that party.

Some of it's a bit hard to stomach, but
it's all there in black and white.

We can give you some time to read it.

Why would I want to read it?

I had no idea I was being followed until
he grabbed me by the back of the neck,

pushed me down to the ground.

You don't need to listen to this.

And these are the injuries she sustained
during that assault.

I'd like you to look at them, please,
sir.

You know your daughter was arrested
yesterday?

What? I'm stealing some makeup from one
of the stores.

A DNA profile was added to our database.

You can't do that.

That's just normal procedure, love. And
it's good for us that we did.

Because this here is your daughter's
profile.

And this is the profile of Alison's
assailant.

And they're a familiar match.

Which is all the evidence that we need
to charge you.

The DNA doesn't lie, love.

23 years you've been waiting for a knock
at the door and Danny Meaden sacks you

down.

What's he got to do with it? That poor
lad who was killed just a couple of

from your house.

Now, we know you'd warned him off,
didn't want him anywhere near your

Danny Medden was bad news.

Oh, aye, but not in the sense you mean.
It was worse than that, love.

Because Alison Rahim, the lass you
sexually assaulted, was his man.

Danny Medden was your son.

No.

No way.

Is that why you killed him?

Because he was about to expose you for
what you really are.

What?

It's ridiculous.

Now you're saying I'd murder my own
child.

Well, you violently assaulted his man,
beat her black and blue, left her like a

bag of rubbish at the side of the road.
I think you're capable of anything.

So, who is she, this woman who's come
forward? I can't tell you that, not at

this stage. I think at least you owe me
her name.

She was a colleague of your husband's.
She worked at Camley for a while.

Leanne must not know anything about this
so -called rape.

She's going to find out soon enough,
love.

What?

Danny knew what he'd done.

Leanne, you don't need to hear any of
this. He found out his dad was a rapist.

How would I know?

I'm sorry, love.

He didn't even care about me. He set us
up. He was just using me and getting me

dad. Oh, why did he leave it so long?
Why wouldn't he say something sooner?

Maybe he was trying to protect her.

We think Danny was headed here on the
night he was murdered for a

with your husband.

And you think Alan killed him?

He had everything to lose, Pat.

There you go.

So, talk to me.

I'm worried we're shooting ourselves in
the foot here.

You don't think Alan Barry killed him?

No, I'm starting to think maybe he
didn't know Danny had identified him.

It's a bit of a U -turn. No, we know he
couldn't stand the lad, but he had no

idea the little screw was about to do a
flip with his daughter.

And I'd lay money. He didn't know Danny
was having a covert romp in that hotel

with Mill and Sharp.

The chances of them meeting on that
road.

And the look on his face when we told
him who Danny was.

More surprised than we were.

So if he was in the dark about being the
lad's biological father... Where's his

motive for wanting him dead?

Apart from the fact that he hates his
guts.

Ah. So now, what does your gut tell you?

It tells me that there's more to this.

Reminds me of the day that we scattered
Hector's ashes.

How long ago was that now?

It was 13 years.

I know people think I'm stuck in my
ways, but I've adapted as a copper,

with the times.

Anything to get the job done. I mean,
that's why I'm still around. I'm good

anywhere, standing still.

My dad's dying.

Vascular dementia.

That's the reason I took this gig.

How long's it got?

I don't know.

A few months if we're lucky.

It's getting to the point where he
forgets who I am.

Hey, I'm sorry, love.

You know, I always wanted to bring the
kids up, yeah?

I followed the work and...

Last sight I went mad is.

Francesca.

She's your youngest.

You remember her name?

Yeah, after the mother -in -law, wasn't
it?

Hard to forget that one.

Come on.

Mum, we've got the CCTV from that petrol
station. You might want to have a look.

So that's Milan Shah's Range Rover
pulling up at one of the pumps.

Someone else with him?

Yeah, who is it?

Can you zoom in on that?

Danny Medden.

On the night Danny Medden was killed.

Contrary to what you told us, you left
that hotel together.

Because we've got you both caught on
camera, in your vehicle, in a garage not

mile from where we found his body.

I said I'd drive him home.

It was late, he'd been drinking. No,
you're arguing here. What was that

I... I told him I wanted to end things.

The affair, the dodgy scums.

Oh, baraboy charm wearing thin, was it?

Look, Danny set me up.

He was playing me.

So what was it? Wanted the debt written
off?

The money his dad owed him rent?

He even demanded their old pitch back.

And if he didn't get what he wanted...
He threatened to tell Badman everything.

I told him I wouldn't give in to
blackmail.

So he jumped out and started walking
down... down one of the lanes. And then

started your car and you followed him.

You ran that lad down and you left him
for dead.

Mama would.

Danny Medden was trash.

I wasn't going to let him ruin
everything I'd worked for.

It better be important.

The fragment of the headlight was found
at the crime scene.

Narrowed it down to a model of vehicle.

But you cracked the code. VW Golf 17
plate.

He drives a white Range Rover.

Well, that doesn't stack up.

The chances are it rules him out.

Unless... Those stallholders were out on
a birthday dinner that night, weren't

they? They all signed a statement.

Maybe we missed someone.

Get Steph to run another ANPR check. Any
place that matched the new intel. And

let me know as soon as you find
anything.

Bye.

Hey, have you got a minute, love? Oh, I
heard you arrested Mill and Shah.

Ah, now, you know I can't comment on
that.

Well, news travels fast in the market.
Yes, I'll bet.

Now, there's just something I need to
check with you, love. Well, of course,

I can help.

Now, his wife, Basma, tells us that she
and Millen were at home all evening the

night that Danny was killed.

But I don't think she's being straight
with us.

No, she's not being straight with you. I
don't know what he was doing, but she

was out with us at the birthday dinner.

And what time did she leave the
restaurant?

Must have been around 11.

You sure about that? Well, she needs to
get home before he did.

Otherwise, there'd have been hell to
pay.

Thanks, love.

Talk to me, Steph.

I've got a hit with a vehicle that bits.

Place in the vicinity of the crime
scene. It's a grey colour Golf.

Is it registered to Millen's charge
address? Yes, it is.

Stephanie, back up over at Meadowside
Estate, and Joe, I'll meet you there.

Mrs Shaw?

I called, rang the bell, been putting it
off.

The garden.

It's always best to stay on top of
things.

Your husband's being questioned in
connection with Danny Medden's murder.

He's been in custody for hours now. Are
you not concerned?

I shouldn't have laid for him.

Milan can be very persuasive.

Your husband didn't kill Danny Medden.

And we know all about his little secret.

Oh, his hate of this house.

Soulless and drafty.

No one ever comes to visit.

Oh, well, you missed your mate. Chanted
a night out on the town.

He told us he'd be back late.

Some business with the stall order
committee.

See you tomorrow.

Just an hour, I thought.

Not as if he'd ever know.

One for the road?

Back, back.

All right, love.

I'll call you. All right. I'll say
goodbye to Carol.

Headed to the car.

He called us to tell us he was on his
way home.

And you were parked up in Byrne Street
behind the Pendleton Hotel. Is that

you saw the pair of them?

And there's you, keeping up appearances,
locked up out of harm's way while he's

carrying on.

We're being as glad to boot.

Danny Medden liked to play games.

He didn't care about the consequences,
people he was hurting, lives he might be

ruining.

I followed them to the garage, saw Danny
leaving, Medden driving away.

Ah, so you saw your chance to put an end
to things, hmm?

I thought...

Maybe if I went after Danny, I might be
able to meet him, see sense, confront

him, warn him off.

That didn't work out so well.

I was driving too fast. He was weaving
all over the road.

After I hit him, I slammed on the
brakes.

It's like they're shaking.

Couldn't take my hands off the steering
wheel.

I could see him in the mirror, lying in
the middle of the bridge.

All I could hear was the river.

I could see he was already dead.

So you just got in your car and drove
off?

Aye. I panicked.

I wasn't thinking straight.

Except it wasn't an accident, was it,
love? You had every intention of running

that lad down.

You wanted him dead and you just walked
away.

It was payback.

He deserved everything he got.

You left him to die on that bridge and
drove home to your lying, cheating

husband.

We could have put it all behind us.

The problem had gone away.

A new start.

Well, I think we both know that was
never going to happen.

Mr. Shaw, we've charged your wife with
Danny Medden's murder, and you'll also

charged with perverting the court of
justice.

I owed her that much.

After everything I put her through.

Oh, that doesn't excuse anything, love.

You know, I...

I was ready to tell Basma everything
that night.

I rehearsed it in my head a thousand
times. I couldn't let her hear it from

Danny.

But when I got back from Benson, she
wasn't at home, so I sat down and

And I heard a key in the door.

She'd been out with some friends from
her market.

I thought I'd be angry for cutting her
out.

Trembling.

Almost recoiled when I touched her.

That's hardly surprising, after what
she'd seen, what she'd just done.

She checked her car into the garage the
next day.

They billed me for a broken headlight.

Ah, so that's when you realised she'd
killed him.

She must have known I had my suspicions.

When I told her I needed an alibi, she
didn't even ask me why.

Hiya.

No onions today?

Nah. We've been a bit of time off.

Well, I thought you'd like to know we've
charged Basma Shah with your son's

murder.

With who?

I suppose a lark him out.

What Danny was up to.

I expect it will, love.

He was still my son.

Er, Tony, this is Alison Rahim.

Right. What can I get you, love?

She's Danny's birth mother.

I asked him to better stand hope if it
might be okay to drop by.

Just to talk.

Are you busy? Sorry, I... No.

I can get someone to mind the store.

We can grab a coffee, if you like.

I thought you'd be packed up and gone by
now.

A few loose ends I needed to sort out.

Well, look forward to those
recommendations.

No need to lose any sleep.

Me, on the other hand, with everything
that's going on with me dad, I might be

going far.

Well, um, if you like, maybe... maybe I
could pull a few strings,

get a place on the team. I mean, just
something to tide you over, if that's...

I'm a D .I. now, boss.

Aye, and don't we know it?

Mum,

someone put these in my desk.

Oh, Carol insisted, Kenny. Thought you
could do with a new pair.

It'd have to be on my terms.

As long as you remember who's in charge.

All right.

I'll give it some thought.

Actually, ma 'am, I'm at large.

Oh, it's too much information, Kenny.