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Me, too. I've never
felt this way about anyone.

I know we've not known
each other that long,

but I know that
this feels right.

And I...
This might sound crazy,

but what would
you say to us
moving in together?

It's not like
you're getting any younger.

- Oh, give it a rest, Mum.
- You got plans this weekend?

You trying to
get shot of me?

Oh, I'm just saying
it's time you went to bed

- with something
other than work.
- Mum.

Well, last night, you fell
asleep with the light on.
Again.

With your glasses on.
Again.

With work papers
falling out of your hand.

Morning.

Oh, you tell her, Davey.
She won't listen
to her mother.

What, and you think
she'd listen to me?

You're not here this early
to gang up on me.

No. No, I wish.
A body's been found

- out near Baillie's Causeway.
- Okay, give me five minutes.

Honestly, Davey.
Tell her to give herself
a shake. Get a life.

I heard that.

No ID on him.

Pathologist reckons he's been
there for several hours.

If you look at his clothes,
they're wet.

It was raining last night,
but they think it stopped

about 1:00 a.m., apparently.

So he's been here all night?

Yeah. We think
he lost control of the car,

swerved off the road.
Probably drunk driving.

Got out and was hit
by a passing vehicle.

- Hit and run?
- Looks that way.

No CCTV this far out
of town, though.

Excuse me. Hello.

Yeah, go on, let's have it.

All right, okay.
Good work.

We've got an ID from
the registration number.

Jason Daniels.

"JD is king."

Poor old JD.

Are you sure this is
all right, Mrs Daniels?

He has sustained some
serious facial injuries.

I need to see him.

Is this your husband,
Jason Daniels?

No, no, no,
it's not him.

It's the shock.

Sorry, sorry. I, uh...

It's fine.
Take as long as you need.

Do you know
who this man is?

No. No.
Can you cover him up?

- Are you sure?
- Yes, quite sure.

Can you
cover him up now, please?

I'm very sorry. Is there
anything I can do?

No. I need to go. I...
I want to talk to my husband.

So do we.

Davey.

Yes. Sorry, Mrs Daniels.
If you'd like
to follow me out, please.

Thank you.

I knew I'd find you in here.

Yeah.
I'll be there in a minute.

Er, whoa.

- Have you seen this?
- What?

Well, I've heard of blowing
your own trumpet,

- but even still...
- Seriously, Clint,

- can you show some respect?
- No. Look.

"Paradise awaits."

Okay.
We're back to square one,
so I'm gonna need you

to get me everything
you can on Jason Daniels.

Where he went to school,
how he made his money.

Did he owe any money?
Did he have a driver?

Anything. Okay?

Have the forensic guys
finished?

- Yeah, all secured, Sarge.
- All right.

We traced it
to a Fred Clegg

and we found "Dad"
in his list of contacts,

so his folks
are on the way in now.

Can you do me a favour?
Could you speak to them
for me, please?

- Yeah, of course.
- Thanks.

I've got Jason Daniels
coming in for interview.

Who is this "A" person?
"Can't wait to see you again."

Well, it's his girlfriend,
by the looks of it.

What makes you
so sure it's a woman?

Judging by
the picture she sent.

Oh, yeah,
that would clinch it.

Yeah, it would, wouldn't it?
Then there's
the text messages.

"Can't stop
thinking about you."

"Can't wait to see you again."
Really lovey-dovey,

up until last night,
and then it's,

"Sorry about what I said."

"I didn't mean to
push you away."

"Please, can we go back
to the way we were?"

She's got it bad, hasn't she?

- Have you spoken to her?
- No, not yet, no.

I'll get a positive ID
from his parents first.

- Yeah?

- Jason Daniels.
- Ah, right.

Thank you. Hello,
Mr Daniels. DS Higgins.

My colleague Jane Kennedy,
the coroner.

Pleased to meet you.
I'll leave you to it.

Right.

Yeah. Have a seat.

Right. I won't
beat around the bush.
Do you know this man?

Is that the guy
that stole my car?

Are you saying
your car was stolen?

While I was away, obviously.
Is there any damage?

No. It was
just a slight bump.

That's a relief.
When can I get it back?

A day or two,
I should think.

So, the man in the photo.
You don't know him, no?

No.

Right, okay.
Look, I'm very sorry

about the mix-up this morning.

Your wife tried to call you.
So did we.

But we just got
the answer phone.

Have you any idea
what you put her through
this morning?

Ah, well, like I said,
I'm very sorry.

We just have to go
with the information
that's in front of us.

Yeah, I appreciate that,
Sergeant.

So I won't be taking it
any further, for the moment.

Terrible business.
He might've been a thief,

but to leave him at the side
of the road, like a dog...

If there's anything I can do
to help with your inquiries?

Ah, yeah, actually.

It would be handy
to get your fingerprints,

just for the purposes
of elimination.

- Should take about 10 minutes.
- Of course.

And if you
need anything else,

you can get me in the office.

Ah, right. Okay, great.
Thanks.

Okay, I'll show you the way.

I'll let you know as soon
as we have any information.

Take care.

Thanks, Sheila.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- That his folks?

Yeah.
We got a positive ID.

Everyone knew him as Fred,

but to his mum,
he was always Freddy.

PM results.

- All right, shall we?
- Mmm.

"Examination of the scalp
shows evidence of bruising.

"Scalp lacerations with
comminuted,

"depressed skull fractures.

"Extradural
and subdural bleeding."

I can read, Davey.

"Not compatible
with a pedestrian road
traffic collision."

We've got blood where his head
was banged on the door.

There are two sets of prints
all over the car,

but there's a third set
on the driver's side
door handle there

and on the seat there.
And then,
if you come 'round here,

we've got some scratches there
and traces of black paint.

- So?
- We think he was
run off the road,

dragged from the car,
and beaten up.

And left for dead.

Yeah, well, we know
that he lay there
for several hours,

so it's either a murder or
a serious assault gone wrong.

Or it wasn't meant for him.

Yeah. Well, that number plate
does rather scream,

"Here I am, come and get me,"
doesn't it?

So, Fred steals a car
for whatever reason,

takes a hit for Jason Daniels.

Yeah.
Either way, a serious crime.

So what's next?

Well, I'm gonna go
to Fred Clegg's flat.

Then I've gotta see this "A"
woman, give her the bad news.

Okay.
I'll see you later, then.

- Oh, hang on.
- What?

Well, are you busy just now?

Why?

Oh, come on. You know
this is the bit I hate.

Breaking bad news
or asking me for help?

Both. And you're much better
at it than I am.

- Is that a please?
- Is that a yes?

Yes, go on, then.

Oh, wow!
"J Daniels Developments"?

Yeah, he's converting
an old church

into 40 new harbourside flats.

And he owns a nightclub, too.
The Lighthouse. You know it?

No.

Well, he's Mr Big Shot,
you know. A player.

I don't know any Fred Clegg.
What's this about?

Do you know this man?

That's Jeremy.

Jeremy?

Jeremy Dutton.
Why do you want to know?

No. He can't be. No.

- What's going on?
- Oh, Steve.

- Hey, it's all right.
- Jeremy. He's dead.

What? Dead?

Uh, yeah, sorry.
DS Higgins, South Dart Police.

This is my colleague,
Jane Kennedy.

She's the coroner.
Uh, you are...

Steve Johnson. My ex.

Look, I understand this
is very difficult,

but we really
need you to tell us

everything you know about,
uh, Jeremy?

He was an airline pilot.

Uh, no. Actually,
he was a window cleaner.

- What?
- And his name wasn't Jeremy.

It was Fred. Fred Clegg.
How did you meet him?

On a dating site.
Perfect Pair.

Look, there must be
some mistake.

He was loaded.
That car of his.

I mean, the starting price
is 70 grand.

Well, we have reason to
believe that he stole it.

- When?
- Last night.

No, you're wrong.
It's his car.

He's always got it.

He can't be a window cleaner.
He can't be.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt him?

Look, she hardly
knew the guy.

Excuse me, but how did you
hurt your hand?

It comes with the job.
I'm a bouncer.

- Where?
- Pubs, mostly.

I can't believe he's dead.

Look, she's upset.
You'd better leave.

Yeah, sorry.
Yeah, but you were

one of the last people
to see him alive,

so we will need to
talk to you again.

All right.
We'll be in touch.

Wow.

Ooh. Classy.

Yeah, looks like he's going

for the old sexy
bachelor pad vibe.

What?

I don't think anyone says
"pad" any more.

- Don't they?
- No!

Come and have a look at this!

This room looks like
it's seen some action.

Or don't we say
"action" any more?

How would I know?

He's certainly got
a one track mind.

Yeah.

Looks like
he broke the bed.

What are you doing?

Hello. Yeah?

No, it's all right. Go on.

Really? No, okay, good.

Good. Good work.
Okay, bye. Bye.

We've got it.
The connection

between Fred Clegg
and Jason Daniels.

Sergeant, I asked you
specifically

to come and see me
in the office.

Surely this can wait
'til tomorrow.

I'm afraid it can't, no.

Sorry about this, darling.

Okay, I'm back.
Where were we?

Sorry, Mrs Daniels,
could you stay?

You need to hear this.

I'll call you back
in 10 minutes.

We now know
that Fred Clegg's death

wasn't caused by a hit and run
but by a vicious attack.

That's awful.

Yeah, but what
we don't know

is if that attack was
meant for him or for you.

- What?
- So, can you think of anyone

who might want to harm you?

Well, you don't get to be
this successful

without making a few enemies.

What do you mean,
"enemies"?

You know, business rivals,
resentful losers,
that kind of thing.

Look, if the attack
was meant for you,

then you might
still be at risk.

That's what you've
come to say, isn't it?

So you need
to be extra careful.
Promise me.

I'm sorry, I really
need to take this. Okay.

She's a very busy woman,
my wife.

She's a fund manager,
you know. One of the best.

Uh, could you do me a favour?

Would you mind looking at
this photo again, please?

Actually... I wonder...

Could be the window cleaner
at my offices. Is it?

- It is, yeah.
- That's it.

He cleaned
the windows inside and out.

Actually,
he's been in my office.

He could've taken my car keys,
stolen my car.

Well, that car was used
on several occasions.

Are you saying
he stole it repeatedly?

He must've done.

I find that
hard to believe.

I know. It's outrageous.
But now I come to think of it,

I lost a set of car keys
a few months ago.

He must've nicked them
and taken the car
whenever he liked.

You must have a high level
of security there, though.

Yes, but I'm out
and about all day,

and I'm often
away on business.
I leave it all over the place.

I find that
very hard to believe.

It's just a car.
I'm not precious about it.

"It's just a car.
I'm not precious about it."

I mean, how crass is that?

- I don't think his wife
would disagree with you.
- What do you mean?

You didn't see the way
she looked at him?

No, but I saw her reaction
when she saw the body.

She was pretty shaken.

Could be
because it wasn't him.

I think
she's worth checking out.

Oh, right, so you think
she's hired a hitman

and he's got the wrong guy
'cause of the stolen car.

Pretty rubbish hitman.

I've got a feeling
about her.

Wrong tree, love.

Hey! What do you
think you're doing?

- I believe this is your car?
- What if it is?

How did you get
that dent on the side?

Some woman ran into me.
Why? What's this about?

Where were you
on Sunday night?

Last Sunday? At my mum's,
putting up her curtains.

Oh, that's nice.
'til when?

Early hours. 4:00, 5:00.

She fed me that much, I fell
asleep on her couch, didn't I?

Do you know this guy?

No. Should I?

His name's Jason Daniels.
Ring any bells?

Never heard of him.

How about you, love?

Sorry.

There's no need
to be sorry.

I just want to eliminate you
from our inquiries.

Actually, would you mind
coming down to the station

so I could take
your fingerprints?

- Are you charging me?
- No.

So I'll pass.
Come on, let's go.

I will need
to take a statement

from you, though, love,
so probably best that you

come down to the station...

On your own.

Oh, good.

Oh, back off, Mum.
It's for work.

I'm looking for
someone specific.

How are you meant to find
someone on this, anyway?

Well, you've got to register.
Put in your email address.

Ugh, no way.

Well, use mine.
Oh, budge over.

Right.

We're in.
What's his age?

Uh, 36.

- 35 to 37.
- Do you want his name?

People don't use their names.
Only usernames.

Have you never used
a dating site before?

- No.
- Seriously?

- Seriously.
- Seriously?

Seriously.

Distance?

Uh, five miles.

Here we go.

No.
- There's more.

That's him.

Only me.

All right, my lover.

What's all this nonsense?

Uh, nothing.

Oh, you're not thinking
of buying a flat

from this flyboy,
are you?

I mean, yeah, it's time
you had your own place.

Bit embarrassing
living at home
with your mum at your age.

You know Jason Daniels?

Oh, yeah. Wide-boy.

It's all dirty tricks
and dodgy deals with him.

You say that about every
successful businessman.

No, I don't. Anyway,
I've had dealings
with this little runt.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Tried to do me
out of The Black Dog.

- Oh, yeah. I remember that.
- Yeah.

Offers to buy me out
for a ridiculously low price.

I refuse. Next thing,
there's bother.
Fights every night.

Break-ins.
Place getting trashed.

Couldn't prove anything,
of course.

It was terrible.

But you didn't sell,
obviously.

No. I just threatened
to tell his wife.

How would you
know his wife?

Oh, it's not hard to find out
about her. Real high flyer.

Stocks and shares and all that
kind of stuff. Look her up.

Yeah, I don't think
she'd like to find out

how much of a lowlife
he really is.

Tidy little wife she is, too.

Not as tidy as you, my love.
Not even close.

Well, there's Davey's car.

What are you doing here?
What are you hoping to find?

Anything to give us
a handle on Fred Clegg. You?

Speaking to the neighbours.
Killing time, really,

'til I can nail
Steve Johnson.

- Really?
- Who's Steve Johnson?

Uh, Adele Lesley's ex.

Yeah, I've got a bad feeling
about that guy
from the word go.

I've seen enough domestic
violence in my time.

- You think he hits her?
- Well, maybe not yet,

but he's got it in him.
He did it, Jane.

He's got a flimsy alibi,
he's got a motive.

He refused to cooperate
with the police.

He's got a black car,
it's got a dent in it.

I've just gotta get forensics
to put that car
at the crime scene,

- game over.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.

Keys to Fred Clegg's flat?

Well, I suppose
I can't stop you,

but you're wasting your time.
It's in the bag.

You know,
Davey's too confident.

You know, we're missing
something with Fred Clegg.

I mean, money under the bed,
false ID...

Who are you?

- Stay back!
- All right.

- Back!
- All right, all right.

- Let me go.
- Keep calm, keep calm.

Let her go, let her go.

- You go. I'll get Davey.
- Okay.

Oh, fuck! Get off me!

Enough! Enough!

Calm down.

It was a one-night stand,
all right?

But I couldn't
find my bracelet.
Didn't have his number.

Then I read in the paper
the guy's dead.

Recognised the name.
Hit and run, it said.

So, I'm thinking, "Better take
matters into your own hands,
Jinty, my girl."

Once the family swoop in,
you'll never see
that bracelet again.

- So you broke in?
- No, I told you.

That lock was broke
when I got there.

Why didn't you
call the police?

Respect for the guy's memory.
Fred. That's right.

Fred's memory.

Didn't want the fuzz digging
into his sex life and that.

Really?
Is that the best you can do?

It's the truth.

Well, you may
have had a one-night stand

and you may have thought
the guy had a bit of money
stashed away

and you may have read
that he was dead,

so you saw your opportunity
and you broke in.

I never.
How many times...

Well, you didn't report
a break-in to the police,
did you?

Two witnesses saw you
ransacking the place.

And I know you've got
a criminal record.

Joyriding. Shoplifting.

So I may just charge you
with burglary with intent.

- No way.
- Come on, Jinty.

Sit down.

I think you can help us.

How?

Tell us about Fred Clegg.

Did you meet him
on a dating site?

No way. Creeps and losers,
that's all you find on there.

Oh, great! My mum keeps
trying to get me to join one.

- Your mum?
- Yeah, I know.

Look, Jinty,
Fred Clegg was killed

in suspicious circumstances,
so anything you can tell us

about him, you know,
that would help us

anything, anything at all.

He liked it rough.
The rougher, the better.

I mean rough, like
slapping, hitting, shoving,

- slamming you right up the...
- Yeah, all right.

I get the idea.

I knew
sex was important to him
when I saw that tattoo.

What tattoo?

Fred Clegg...

Can you describe him to me?

About 5'10". Dark hair.
Blue eyes. Smooth skin.

No tattoos.
Remind you of anyone?

Now, we can test Fred Clegg's
sheets for your DNA

or we can do it
the easy way.

All right, I'll tell you.
Then you can back off.

Go on.

I love my wife.
I really do. I adore her.

But, well,
she's a workaholic.

She never switches off,
and when she does,
she's just too tired.

Anyway, in my position,

women throw themselves at me
all the time.

I've fallen for it before.
Gold-diggers.

The type that want
Anna to find out

so they can
get their hooks in.

I've nearly lost her
because of them.

So?

Then I hooked up with Fred.

Turns out we're from
the same council estate.

- Fancy that.
- Fred was footloose

and fancy-free,
but no money,

and I had all this dosh
and nothing to do with it.

So you swapped lives?

It's liberating,
getting to be someone else.

Fred got to pull
all the upmarket birds

and I got to have some fun
with no strings.

It was an arrangement,
that's all.

A bit of harmless fun.

I love my wife. I adore her.

So you said.

I've never heard
anything like it.

Me, neither. It's gross.

I mean, he claims
to love his wife,

so why go to those lengths
to cheat?

Marriage, the eternal mystery.

Who knows what makes people
stick it out,

the hold one person
has over another.

- Hang on.

Hello? Yeah, go on.
Yeah. Oh, really?

You sure?

All right. Thanks.

Steve Johnson's car.
Tyre tread doesn't match
the crime scene.

Doesn't mean
he didn't do it, though.

It just means
he didn't use his own car.

- What?
- You're fixating on him.

You need to look away.

Check out Anna Daniels.
Maybe she found out

about this sordid little deal
with Fred Clegg.

Well, well.
That's interesting.

Hello, there.
Could you put me through

to the planning department,
please? Thank you.

What, you got
beat up by a girl?

Come on.
It's not funny.

No, it's not.
She was like a wildcat.

Yeah, she was
totally out of control.

If Jane hadn't
pulled her off...

You mean, Jane saved you?

- Oh, stop it.

Pack it in, the pair of you.

Hey, excuse me.
You got a second?

Jason Daniels' business
is in serious trouble.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You know the 40 new
harbour flat conversions?

Well, he's pressed ahead
without the right
planning permission,

so he's got to rip out the
staircases, replace the roof,

pay back the deposits.

And he's got
a cash-flow problem.

And, for the record,
I take no pleasure
in that, whatsoever.

What about his wife?

Yeah, I've done
some digging on her as well.

Oh, yeah?
Ways and means act?

Something like that, yeah.
She is hugely successful.

She works 24/7
and he plays the field.

No wonder she'd want to
get rid of him.

If he was my husband,
I would have done him in
by now.

Yeah. I don't think
she's got the head space
to plan a murder.

I think you're missing
something.

I'm gonna see her tomorrow,

see if I can get
something out of her.

I doubt it.

Hello, Beth.

No, your mum's just
looking for her phone.

Yeah. Oh, okay.
Yeah, yeah, I'll tell her.

All right,
but I want you back by 10:00.

Okay. Bye-bye. bye.

Beth, she's going to
her friend Daisy's
house tonight

- to "study".

- Oh, you've got a message.
- Okay. Give me my phone.

- Leo?
- What?

- Perfect Pair?

Give me that. Davey.

Hello, Leo.

Ooh! Ooh, he's muscley.

No. No, no, no,
no, no, no.

I'm not apologising.

"Best feature. Long legs."
Mum, how could you?

I did it for you,
to help you meet someone.

I don't want to meet someone.

Well, 34 men want to meet you,
and look at all these winks.

"So, guys,
I'm waiting to hear from you.

"But don't worry I won't bite,
unless you ask me nicely."

It's good, isn't it?

I want this wiped
before Beth sees it.

- Beth's not here.
- It's not the point.

Just get me off it!

Ooh, he's nice.

Okay, can I leave that
with you? Okay, bye, bye, bye.

Sorry, I appreciate
you're busy.

I just wondered if you could
spare 10 minutes.

- Five.
- Right.

Um, the thing is,
we think that the attack

might still have been
meant for your husband.

Are you sure you can't
think of anyone

- who'd want to hurt him?
- No, I can't think of anyone.

Can I ask how
things are between you?

I'm sorry?

It's... You're very busy
people with two separate,

high-powered businesses
to run.

It can put a strain
on a marriage.

What are you getting at?

Do you know something
about my husband?

I'm sorry,
I can't reveal the source,

but it has
come to light that, um,

J Daniels Developments
is in serious trouble.

Well, yes.
That much I do know.

You do?

Yes, a planning screw-up
or some such.

Cash flow problems.

Anyway, I can lend him
the money
'til it all comes good.

Is there anything else?

Are you happy?

I beg your pardon?

I just asked
if you're happy.

Well, of course I am.
I love my work.

- Hi, there.
- What do you want?

Is she in? Your boss?

No. You can
leave a message.

I'll just wait.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I really need to get on.

Your poor face.
Did I do that?

I'm really very busy.

I'd say I'm sorry,
but I'm not.

You felt it too, didn't you?

I think you should go
and come back.

Oh, come on.
Remember what it was like,

on the ground?
Me on top of you? That spark?

- I... I...
- Imagine we'd kept going.

What would that
have been like?

Ah... Don't.

- Everything all right?
- Jane, hi, hi.

There's someone...
Someone here to see you.

I'll get you a coffee.

How can I help?

That guy, the one
that I thought was Fred.

How do I get in touch?

I'm afraid
I can't tell you.

Well, can you do me a favour,
then?

Give him this from me.

Gonorrhoea.
Tell him I'm sorry.

This is from Jinty Morgan.

You came
all the way over here
to give me this?

How thoughtful to go
to all that trouble.

I'm investigating
a man's death.

Nothing's too much trouble.

I appreciate that,
but this is my personal life.

If my wife finds out about it,
it would finish us.

You're not gonna
tell her, are you?

Please, I'm begging you.
She's everything to me.

I'm nothing without her.

She's out.

You are?

- Jason Daniels.
- Ah.

I take it you've heard
all about me,

- what a bad boy I've been?
- Yeah. Yeah, well...

I'm sorry.
You're embarrassed.

You know what?
So am I.

Anyway, the Coroner won't
be back 'til later, so...

She despises me,
doesn't she?

- No.
- Well, why wouldn't she?

I've not exactly
been cooperative.

Well, that's why I'm here.
To apologise.

How do you think
she'll take it?

She's quite a scary lady,
your boss.

Yeah.
Yeah, she can be, sometimes.

- You okay?

Gut's playing up.
All this stress.

Must've gone down
the wrong way.

Sorry.

Do you want me
to get you something?
You know, some water?

- Or...
- Please.

Look at that car!

Jinty? Remember me?

What do you want?

Get in.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Guess what?
- What?

We've found the car
that ran Fred Clegg
off the road.

- Where?
- 80 miles away.
Stolen vehicle.

And the prints match those
on the Porsche.

Did you speak
to Anna Daniels?

Yes, but I think
you're right.

- I don't think it was her.
- Oh, I need to sit down.

You think I'm right?

Yeah, she didn't know
about the other women.

God, she is spectacularly
single-minded.

I mean, no personal life.
Work-focused. Totally driven.

Sad, really. Oh, and I
paid Jason Daniels a visit.

Why?

Jinty Morgan asked me
to give him a card

from The Berklay Clinic.

Oh, I'd have done
that for you gladly.

Jinty. Can I help you?

- I just want a quick word.
- Sure, come up.

No, you're all right.
It won't take long.

What I told you
about the gonorrhoea.

- Thing is, I made it up.
- Sorry?

I just wanted to get back
at the guy for lying to me.

You know, give him a fright.

But I feel a bit bad
about it now,

so I reckon I should
let him off the hook.

He got to you, didn't he?

I don't know what you mean.
How could he?

He doesn't know where I live.
He doesn't even
know my name.

He was here to see you.
To apologise.

And you believed him?
You idiot!

He was here
for one thing only,

Jinty Morgan's address.

It's not your fault.

You've been played
by an expert.

- Good night, Guv.
- Yeah. Good night, Jim.

See you tomorrow.

Sorry, love.

Yeah,
I didn't realise the time.

Yeah, no,
still at my desk.

I'm not getting
very far though,

so I'll probably
head home soon.

All right. See you shortly.
All right.

Hello? Yeah?

Really? When?

Okay. All right.
Fine. Cheers.

Davey?

Do you fancy going
clubbing tonight?

What? Did my mum
put you up to this?

- What? No.
- I do not need to

"go out and enjoy myself."
I do not need to "get a life."

All right, calm down.
Steve Johnson's been spotted

going into
Jason Daniels' nightclub.

- What?
- Yeah, I put a tail on him.
Looks like it paid off.

Well,
I wouldn't get too excited.

He could just be
going clubbing.

Well, we've got nothing else
to go on, have we?

May as well check it out.

Or have you got something
more exciting to do?

- 20 minutes?
- 20 minutes.

Right.

All right,
just try and blend in.

Hi, there. Yeah, I think
we're on the guest list.

Mr And Mrs Higgins.

Yeah, they're fine.

- Thanks.
- Enjoy your night.

- Drink, darling?
- I'm with someone.

There's not enough
fire exits in this place.

Don't leave me
on my own again.

- Those girls are underage.
- Just ignore it.

Look at that.

If that deal goes down,
I'm hauling them in.

Here, look.
Here he is, Steve Johnson.

He works here?

Right.
I'm hauling them in, anyway.

- Oh.
- Oh.

All right, you leave
this one to me.

- You let me do the talking.

- No, Stevie! No! No!
- What did I tell you?

You made me do this!

Open the door! Police!
Open the door! Stop! Police!

Adele!

- All right. All right.

Ambulance, please.

All right! All right!

You're under arrest for
assault and GBH with intent.

I want those results
as soon as.
You got that?

Top priority.

I just gave him a kicking.
I didn't kill him.

As good as.
Because he wound up dead.

I didn't mean to, I swear.
I was doing it for her.

For Adele.
To get her back.

So you could use her
as a punchbag?

She should be with me.

Well, right now
she's in A&E,

getting her face stitched
and her bones set.

I never meant to hurt her.
I love her.

She's everything to me.
I'm nothing without her.

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

Yes, you do.
Steve Johnson.

He works as a bouncer
in your nightclub.

You have any idea how many
people work for me?

He's just been arrested
for killing Fred Clegg.

Good for you.
You got your man.
You can go now.

Anytime you like.

You put him up to it.

Fred Clegg knew
he was on to a good thing,

but he wanted more, so he
threatened to tell your wife.

You paid him off,
but he wouldn't go away.

And when you
found the connection
with Steve Johnson,

that must have been
the answer to your prayers.

All you had to do was
work him from the back.

- Oh, please.
- Like you did Jinty
and my assistant.

You dripped poison
into Steve Johnson's ear

and then you sat back
and let him deal
with Fred Clegg for you.

And what if I did?
I've committed no crime.

You can't touch me,
and you know it.

Davey?

Oh. Cheers, Judith.

What happened?

Oh, that. Just a guy
resisting arrest.

We got him, though.
Nasty bit of work. A killer.

Good on you.

On the house, action man.

Cheers, mate.

- Oh, thanks.
- What kept you?

Just a loose end.