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Big day for you, Jack.

Yeah, how so?

Doesn't your new partner start
today? Oh, Christ, don't remind me.

Why, what's the problem?

You know me,
I like working on my own.

Out with the old, in with the new,
I say, mate. Keeps you on your toes.

Yeah, which is another reason
why I hate new partners.

I don't want some fast-tracked
know-it-all telling me

how I should be doing my job.

Hmmm. I mean, get this, get this.

Right, he's 30 years old
and his name is George.

George? Please.

My grandad was called George.
He was weird.

Bet you a tenner he's got a beard.

Go on, then. Make it 20.

OK, OK, but goatees
count as beards, right?

Whatever.

So, what do you reckon?

What is it?
It's a Makihito GT. Sweet, huh?

Yeah? Looks like a cross between
a dildo and a vacuum cleaner.

Cutting edge of automotive design,
that's what it is.

160 miles per hour top

and there's still space
for the weekly shop.

Yeah, but is there room for
a hair dryer and curling tongs,
is what I ask myself.

I'm telling you, Jack,
that's not a hairdresser's car.
That's hardcore.

Yeah, well, you wouldn't catch me
dead in a car like this.

Hmm, catch you later.
See you later, Naz.

Hello?

Oh.

Hi.

Hi. So what do you think?

Boringly predictable.

In what way? In every way.

I mean, take the boot, for instance.
You know, it's such an obvious
sexual statement.

Is it?
Yeah, it's a cry for attention.

"Look at me, aren't I clever?"

Anyway, listen,
I'm actually here on duty,

I'm not here to buy a car.

But, hey, why don't we... why don't
we go get a drink later on?

I'll promise not
to make you a suspect,

if you promise not to try
and sell me a car.

Georgina.

D.I. Georgina Dixon.

Your new partner.

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Until the post-mortem,
we're working on the assumption

that he died from a blow
to the side of the head,

just below the cheekbone.

We need some background
on the victim - name, address,

where he worked,
are there any possible witnesses?

His name's Carl Mercer,
29 years old, he's a salesman,

he's worked here for two years,
engaged to Debbie Jackson,
the receptionist.

Her father is head of the service
department. Carl's boss in the
sales department is Jeffrey Daniels.

Jeffrey Daniels is waiting
to speak to us now.

People think selling
is just about the five Ps

but, oh, there's more
to it than that.

The five Ps? No?

Prospect, presentation,
pre-closing, placate and pen.

Pen? "Sign here, please, sir." Oh.

No, no, no. A good salesman
gets under the skin of his prospect.

He understands him,
thinks like him, breathes like him,

until they are as one.
Now Carl knew how to do that.

That's nubuck.

Soft as a baby's backside,
now available in white.

Very premiership.

Did Carl ever have...
Was there much...

Sorry.

Was there much rivalry
between the sales team?

Rivalry? Are you kidding?
Winning is everything.

It is the oxygen of a sales team.

Carl and Emma
were like lions in a cage.

Every time one rang the bell,
you could see the other one

pick up the phone
and chase another lead. The bell?

We like to... we like to ring a bell
when we make a sale. It's...

It just marks the moment.

How far did...
Did Carl ever have...

How far did...
Did Carl ever have any clashes
with any other colleagues?

How far did the rivalry go?

Ooh, now if you're suggesting
that Emma killed him

because he beat her
in the monthly revenue targets,

no, no, no, no, forget it, no.

It was you that found Carl's body,
is that right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, when Carl
didn't show up for an appointment

this morning, I took his prospect
out for a test drive.

Had to stick some petrol
in the car first. I mean,
it was completely dry.

Why would that be?

Oh, we always run them quite low,
in case they get nicked.

Anyway, the prospect,
aah, he loved it.

I had him on the hook for over
ten grand's worth of extras.

Carbon brakes, full leather,
sat nav, adjustable suspension...

the works. Then we get back
from the test drive,

he takes one last walk
round the car,

asks me to pop the boot.
Boom. Game over.

There's Carl, stiff as a board,
staring up at him.

After that there was...
there was no way back.

I tried everything to get the pen in
his hand, but he wasn't having it.

He just... walked away.

Right, well, thank you very much,
Mr Daniels.

Thank you.

Right, we need to find out who was
the last person to leave this place.

It was Carl.

OK. Well, we need to check
for possible witnesses

and find out whether this place
uses a security firm.

They do. I'm waiting for them
to call me back.

CCTV, what's the coverage,
did they pick anything up?

The car was parked outside when
Mr Daniels arrived this morning,
but out of view of both cameras.

So the murderer worked here.

Possibly.
Or it could just be a coincidence.

No such thing. What? Coincidence.

A series of unlikely events
that, although accidental,
seem to have been planned.

Why? Because in
a murder investigation,
they always have been.

Nonsense. You can't dismiss
an unlikely, but possible,
set of circumstances

on the basis they've occurred
during a murder investigation.

Yes, I can. You CAN, but you'd
be discounting a potentially
valid line of enquiry

because of your discrimination
against the notion of chance.

You sound like you've done
a course on this.

As a matter of fact, I have.

Right,
let's get back to base for a latte.

Come on, come on.

Oh, great!

Do you need a lift?

No, I'm fine, thank you. Thanks.

OK. I'll see you back at base?

Yeah, yeah,
see you back at base. Yeah.

Thank you. Come on, come on.

One, two three.

So, uh, what's he like?

You know, I'm really
disappointed in you, Naz.

I think it's... really
unsportsmanlike to take a bet

when you already know the outcome.

Stop bitching and cough up.

Sweet.

Five ingredients, if you can name
them all, lunch is on the house.

You will lose. You have been warned.

Dive in.

Mmm.

Apple juice, apple pulp, definitely
Granny Smith, Demerara sugar,

twist of lime and I'd say
in a bid to put me off, cinnamon.

Ah, wait a minute.
You saw. You saw me. Uh-uh.

Actually, you know, that's...
that's quite freaky.

Listen, have you got any tips
of how I can deal with Jack?

Ah, you gotta feed him,
cos if you don't, he can be
a right grumpy old sod.

Like when he's tired. Ah,
he's not very good in the mornings.

OK, that's actually
all really useful.

Bloody car! Morning, Jack.

Oh, hey,
glad to see you found the base.

I waited for you at the station,
until they told me

they'd hardly seen you in two years
and where to find you.

Well, too many cops - can't think.
Makes perfect sense.

Well, as you know,
as a uniformed officer,

60% leg work, right, 40% paperwork.

But in a murder investigation,

it's 50% instinct, 22% thinking,

25% paperwork.

Which makes 97%.

And 3%...

Yeah?

Morning, Tony.
The usual please, mate.

Coming right up.

Oh, hi, Naz. Jack?
Meet my new partner, Georgina. Hi.

We've met. The Y-chromosome
sampling course? You guys have met?

Oh my god, Nazza, right?
Of course! Yeah, hi.

How did the exam go? A. You?

A. Wow, nice one.

Speaking of forensics,
have we got a time of death?

Between seven and nine last night.

How about a murder weapon?

No, but we've got three sets
of prints off the inside
of the boot lid.

Don't tell me. Weird Jeff,
the kid who polishes the cars
and the punter?

Correct. How did you know that?
Lucky guess.

Experience. I told him.

Right. Have you eaten? No, I haven't.

Here you go. Oh, thank you, Tony.

Perfect. So, Debbie Jackson,
the fiancee, lives five minutes away
with her dad, Dave.

Let's go. Thanks for the smoothie.
You owe me lunch.

See you. Bye.

Do you know, I specifically
asked for a male partner this time

and they give me her!

What have I done to deserve this?

What, indeed. What, indeed.

Naz seems pretty cool.

Yeah, he's OK for a geek.

He's not a geek. He is.

He plays computer games
over the internet with his
saddo friends, wearing headphones.

Well, that's just your generation's
opinions of gamers.

It's how he chooses to unwind.

Yeah, my generation says he needs
to get out more and get laid.

I'm sure Naz doesn't have
any problems in that area.

Shall we go in my car? Why?

Is this going to be OK?
Yeah, it'll be fine. Hop in. OK.

It's OK, it's OK!
It's just a misfire.

It's probably just
a dodgy spark plug.

This thing has never, ever
broken down. Mm-hm? Never.

Sure. Ever. Uh-huh.

It's built like a tank.
Handles like it.

Yeah, this thing will still be going
long after your tin can has been
turned into a fridge.

I don't know about that. That tin can
of mine has 155 brake horse power

and does 0-60 in 6.5 seconds,
which is actually quite fast.

Does this thing actually do 60?
Yes, in great comfort and style.

So you transferred in
from Reading, right?

Yup. My very first day here.

So what made you want
to become a cop?

It's in the blood.

My dad's a cop, both my uncles,
one of my aunts, two of my cousins.

Hmm.
Bet you never shop-lifted as a kid.

I did, actually.

Little rebellious phase
when I was about eight.

What for? Sweets? No, hamsters.

Hamsters?

None of them survived.

Right.

Hi. DIs Dixon and Armstrong,
we'd like to have a quick word.

Ginger nuts, digestives.

So, how long
have you been working...

Don't worry about Bruno.

Hello, boy. He's a big old softie.

I'd put him in the kitchen, but
he doesn't like being on his own.

He doesn't like
being on his own, does he?

He doesn't like it, do you?

He scratches the door.

Yeah, he's a big scratcher.

So, how long have you worked
there, Mr Jackson?

Oh, yes, I've been
service manager for about six years

and I've been there
the best part of 20.

Debs has been receptionist for
what is it, love? Couple of years?

Oh, well, let's see,
it was after my birthday,

cos I was in Crete for that,
wasn't I? Yeah.

So it would have been March-ish.
Or April.

Roughly's fine.
No, hang on, it was May. May.

Excuse me. Sorry, I've been crying.

They got engaged...

They got engaged...

Sorry. They got engaged
a couple of months back.

We had the reception booked
and everything.

Did you call them about the refund?
Er, no, no. Well, you should.

Not yet. They should give a refund,
shouldn't they?

Um, yes, possibly. It depends.

It's possible that Carl
could have been killed by somebody
that he already knew.

Are you aware of anyone who may have
had a grudge against him? No.

No, he was a good lad.

Everyone liked Carl,
didn't they, love?

Yeah. Did Carl have any
ex-girlfriends, at all?

No, thank you.

None, at all, ever?

No.

Well, not proper girlfriends.
I mean, not ones that he loved,

not properly, anyway.
Are you sure about that?

Nobody who could have
been a bit jealous?

No, because he never,
ever saw or even spoke to
any of his exes, ever.

Right. What about you, Debbie?

Any exes who may have been a bit
upset that you were marrying Carl?

Mr Jackson, why don't you
and DI Armstrong pop out and give us
a bit of girl time?

Good idea.

When Debbie got together with Carl,

she'd just finished
with a lad called Ryan.

One of my mechanics.
He worshipped her.

Started pestering her 20 times
a night, calling her at work,

begging to see her. What did she do?

Well, she caved in,
agreed to meet him for a drink.

Tried to tell him it was over
but he wasn't having it.

Did he get violent?

No. Not as such.

But he lost his rag.

He's got a bit of a temper on him,
has Ryan.

What did you do?

Well, I told him he'd better watch
out or I'd teach him some manners

and he'd be out of a job.

Not much I could do, in reality.

Management said it was
a personal matter.

You any good with Mercs?

Try her now. Yeah.

Oh, yes! There you go.
It was a loose spark plug lead.

Yeah, I thought it was
something like that,

but, you know, it's always good
to have a second opinion.

Great motors, these.
Run like clockwork.

I've known one do 300-400,000 miles
without missing a beat.
Yeah? Nice one.

Well, thank you for talking to us,
especially at this difficult time.

We'll be in touch.

Cheers.

Bye.

Bye.

What were you doing? I'm sorry?

Well, getting a potential suspect
to fix your car.

Don't they teach you anything on
these courses that you do? Yeah.

What? When you're dealing
with a potential suspect,

if you give them something routine
and familiar to do, they open up

in a way that they wouldn't in
a more formal interview situation.

They'll tell you things.

Debbie opened up to me. Seven pages
of notes from Debbie, so...

All right, OK.
Did she tell you about her mum?
What about her mum?

That her and Dave
divorced five years ago.

It's not relevant.

Well, OK, did she talk about Ryan?
Of course.

About the midnight phone calls
after she called it off?

Obviously.

Yeah? Did she tell you
about Ryan's violent temper?

Ah, she didn't tell you that,
did she?

Not in so many words, no.

Yeah. Running like a dream now.

What is it with you and dogs?
Did one bite you?

No, no, I just had a bit
of an incident when I was a child.

Er, one tried to...

It was a bit of a mess,
I was wearing shorts.

Shit! It's my new partner.

I'm going to have to take this,
boys, I'm really sorry.

Just, shush for a second.

Hello? 'Hi, it's me.'

Listen,
I'm just reading Reddingtons.

Yeah? Any good? 'No,
The Investigator's Manual,
Reddingtons.'

Anyway, it's talking about
the dangers of narrowing the scope
of the investigation at the outset

'because the immediate
set of circumstances dictate
an obvious set of parameters,

'which got me thinking.' Yeah?

So, I'm not saying we should
discount any of the avenues
we're currently exploring,

'but maybe we should think
more laterally, until we have
something a bit more concrete.

'Are you actually listening to me?'
Yeah.

OK. Yeah, definitely.
That sounds good.

What was that?

What was what? 'That noise.'

What noise? I didn't hear anything.

Good night, Jack.

Dick!

He-he! Next game, seven-card stud.

Why are we coming this way?
We're here to see the saleswoman,
aren't we?

Ryan Kinnock works here.
Let's turn the screw...

make him think
that the net's closing in.

I want to intimidate him.
Feel the eyes.

It's a dog-eat-dog world.

If a bloke walks through that door,

it's my job to get a pen in his hand
and his signature on the contract,

any way I can. If I don't,

there's another half dozen
car dealers within gobbing distance
of this place who will.

You make it sound like you don't
have any female customers.

I don't. Do you really think
women would buy a car off me?

Was Carl as aggressive as you?

She means as a salesman... woman.
Sorry.

More. He was ruthless. He nailed
them. They didn't stand a chance.

I've seen him sell a 4x4
to a bloke who walked in here

wanting a sports car.

Never tell him to his face,
of course.

He was a cocky little shit.
He didn't need me boosting his ego.

Did he ever upset anyone by selling
them something they didn't want?

No. Look, at the end of the day,
the punters are free to walk away.

It's their own decision.
I don't think a customer
whacked him over the head

because he sold him a car
they didn't want, if that's
what you mean.

Why do you say
"whacked him over the head?"

Dunno. Figure of speech?

Did you ever have a physical
relationship with Carl?

What's that got to do with anything?

Just answer the question, please.

Yes. But that's all it was,
physical. It only happened once.

He wasn't my type.

And what is your type?

I mean... I mean, were you HIS type?

Wow. Thank you, I think
we've got everything we need.

Please. Just call me
if you need anything else.

Emma. Nice name... Thank you.

Thank you.

What?

What's wrong? You know exactly.

OK, that may have seemed
like I was flirting, but actually,

out here in the real world,
that is called tactical questioning.

Rubbish!

It is!

You were lapping it up,
you were encouraging her.

I was not!

Please don't slam...

What's your problem?
I don't have a problem.

Please don't tell me
that this is normal.

What? Being uptight.

I am not uptight! You were
just behaving inappropriately
with a potential suspect!

I was not! You were!

All right, listen, OK,
it's not just that,

it's just you're very stressful
to be around.

Am I?

Yes, a little.

Sorry.

That's been mentioned before.

Right.

Well, hey, you know,
now we're here we...

We might as well interview the MD.

Elaine McGovern. She's not
here today, she won't be back
till tomorrow.

We could always interview Ryan.
I think we should hold back on Ryan.

Why? He'll be expecting us to talk
to him, and if we think he's hiding
something,

we can always go and interview him
again. OK, let's do that. OK.

OK.

Pretty girl with a torque wrench.
What's wrong with that?

Makes total sense to me.

It's offensive.

To who? Well, to mechanics.

It's actually a highly skilled job
and she clearly doesn't know one end
of a torque wrench from the other.

Yeah, well,
she can fix my car any day.

Your car? She might have to.

What do you want?

Have a seat, please, Ryan.

Did you go out with Debbie?

I had nothing to do with Carl's
murder, if that's what you think.

We're not suggesting you did, Ryan,

but to find Carl's killer, we need to
talk to everybody connected with him.

You think I did it, don't you?
Just answer the question.

Yeah, I went out with her.

And when did it finish?

Don't know, nine months ago.

Who finished it? She did.

How did that make you feel, Ryan?
What are you, a shrink or something?

You were still in love with her,
weren't you?

I don't know.
Look, I liked her, yeah.

Did you ask her
to go out with you again?

We spoke a few times. She said
she still had feelings for me.

But she was already
going out with Carl? Yeah.

Did you resent Carl
for going out with her?

No, I resented Carl
cos he was a prat.

In what way? In every way.
Always mouthing off. Thought
he was better than the rest of us.

Yeah? Did the other mechanics
feel that way about him?

Yeah, pretty much.

What did you think
when Carl and Debbie got engaged?

Don't know what she saw in him.
He shagged anything that moved.

So he was unfaithful to her?

I don't know, probably.

Did you try to talk Debbie
out of marrying him?

No. Look, I don't have
feelings for her any more.

She can do what she likes.

OK. Where were you between
seven and nine last night?

I can get you behind the wheel
for less than 250 a month.

Oh, no, I'm...
I'm not really in the market.

To be honest, a lot of the men
that buy these cars don't quite
measure up. Yeah?

Wannabes.
It's a real man's car, this.

Hop in.

I'm not really into modern cars.

Go on, get in.

OK.

Start her up.

I really shouldn't...

Go ahead.
It's the red button on the dash.

OK.

Ooh? Wow.

There you go, you see.
It just kinda works with some men.

Really suits you, you know.
What are you driving at the moment?

Erm. Erm, well,
just that old thing.

Really?

Yeah.

Tell you what, why don't you take
her out for a quick spin?

Well...

Well, maybe, maybe some other time.

I'm on duty now
and I really should get back.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Call me.

Yeah.

Yeah, she was just...
showing me the...

It's not really my thing, but...

So, do you want to take her
for a spin?

I mean, I like it, but...
I don't know.

OK, what for you is the most
important function in a car?

No, no, I'm sorry,
it's not that simple.

It really is. No. The relationship
a man has with his car

is the same relationship
as he has with his girlfriend.

Do you have any idea how sad
that sounds? No, it's true.

I mean, when you choose a boyfriend,

do you make a checklist
of important functions?

Well, anyway, make it
as complicated as you want,

but the bottom line is,
that car's pretty quick for a 4x4

and it comes with good extras. Yeah.

She says she can get it for me
for 250 a month.

Yeah, plus a deposit
and a balloon, right?

A balloon?

Yeah, you know, you pay a deposit.
Say ten grand or so...

Ten grand!

And then you have
36 monthly instalments

and then you pay off the balance
with a balloon payment.

Jesus, that's going
to cost me a fortune!

If you don't want to pay off
the balloon at the end,
you just give back the car.

We're missing something.

Yeah, some food, I'm starving.

It's just... it's too easy.

Just the way I like it.

There was no passion with Ryan,
you know.

I believed him
when he said he was over Debbie.

Maybe. Or maybe he was lying.

Look, I don't think he was.

OK, who do you think did it?
I don't know.

I don't think we will
until we find the murder weapon.

There wasn't one.
Post-mortem result's in.

He wasn't killed by a blow
to the head.

He was poisoned. Poisoned?

Carbon monoxide fumes.

All I'm saying is, a modern car can
do everything an old car can do...

Classic car.
Classic car can do, but better.

Jesus, do you have to drive so fast?

See, your car couldn't have
done that. Done what?

Taken that corner like that.
Why would anybody in their right
minds take a corner like that?

I've done the course.
What course is that?

The "scare the shit
out of my new partner" course?

The Police Defensive Driving Course.
What's defensive about driving
like this?

Well, do the course
and you'll find out.

♪ Every time I think of you

♪ I feel shot right through
with a bolt of blue

♪ It's no problem of mine

♪ But it's a problem I find

♪ Living a life that
I can't leave behind. ♪

We missed it the first time
but see that little hole? Yeah.

It drains the boot if there's a leak
or if any liquid gets spilt.

Normally it would have
a rubber bung in it. But it didn't.

And the bung is
right above the exhaust? Yeah.

Excuse me, excuse me, sorry,
can I please have a look?

Yeah. Thank you, right.

Yeah, the bung's right
above the exhaust.

Exactly. So the gas fumes
could have blown straight in. Hmm.

And Carl's head was here,
right next to the hole.

He'd have breathed in the raw fumes
whilst lying there unconscious.

He'd have been dead in five minutes.

So the car had been running?

That's why it was out of petrol
when Jeff went to take
it on a test drive.

Only someone who knows cars
would know about the bung.

Hello, hello, hello! I just wondered
how we're getting on.

Fine, thank you. Good, good. Only
your colleagues at HQ informed me

that you got everything
you need from the car.

We haven't quite finished.

Right, OK, you see, only I've got
a prospect on the horizon.

Now, he wanted an SLK,
which we haven't got.

But I think I've steered him, excuse
the pun, towards one of these.

I say one of these,
this is actually the only one
of these that we've got,

the Makihito GT,
if you catch my drift.

Now, I haven't mentioned
the incident,

but then again
who needs to know, eh?

It's not as if it's going to show up
on the service record.

So I just wondered when
we could have the car back.

At least for a test drive, you know?

Carl read people.
Soon as they walked in that door.

It's what made him
such a good salesman.

He just, he instinctively knew
what they were after.

No, he'll be missed.

By everyone?

What do you mean?

Well, Carl seems to have rubbed
a lot of people up the wrong way.

It was nothing more than
the usual petty rivalry.

That's the same as any
sales-driven company.

But it was more than that.

There was an us and them culture
between the sales
and the service departments.

That's the same at every
dealership I've worked at.

In general, I would say this is
an unusually harmonious company.

What?

Nothing.

What about Ryan? He had reason
to hate Carl, didn't he?

If you're suggesting Ryan
killed Carl, that's ridiculous!

I mean, he may not be much
of a charmer, but he's not a killer.

OK, thank you very much.

Thank you.

God, she's weird. Impossible
to read, completely emotionless.

It's the botox.
She's had botox?

It's made her face
completely expressionless. Look.

Happy face.

Sad face.

Hmm, you wouldn't want
to play her at poker.

You can still read the eyes though.

Yeah, she's hiding something.
Who she's shagging.

What do you think?

It's a beast. Yeah.

Hey. We need to talk. In private.

I may have some important
information. Come with me.

Jack?

Er... You coming?

Actually, he's all yours.

I've got some things that I need
to check with...

Fine!

Ready?

Always.

Buckle up.

Er, close the door.
Walls have ears.

Best if no one overhears
what I've got to say.

Right then, I'll be honest.
I do a lot of reading.

Murder mysteries. And
I like to watch all
the detective series on the telly.

It's sort of my thing.

I mean, if I wasn't a sales
director, I'd be one of you lot.

I mean, seriously.
It's just... well, it's a gift.

Really? Yeah.

And... I know who did it.

So who was it, then?

It's the window cleaner.

The window cleaner? Yeah.

And why do you think it was him?

There's just something about him.
I've always thought so.

Right. So no hard evidence then?

Not as such, no, no.

You didn't see him do it?

No, I...

He didn't confess to you? No. But
then he's not been in for a while.

Which is a bit odd, because
he normally comes once a week.

Right. I suppose
he could be on holiday?

Maybe...

So tell me,
what are the engine options on this?

Right. Well you've got three basic
options. The 2.2 diesel

which is a nice compromise if
you're looking for good
performance and great economy.

The 2.5 petrol,
more of a ladies' option.
Looks pretty but it's not so quick.

And what I like to call the wildcat,
three litre turbo.

Fast enough to rip the wig
off a game show host.

You fancy a spin?

Whoa.

So, want to run through the specs?

Or shall we just cut to the chase?

Can I have a look at the specs?

Fine.

There's dual zone climate control
here and here.

Oh, yeah. Sat nav,
Bluetooth hands free.

Great. Intelligent cruise control,
auto dipping mirrors

and as for the gear shift.

Please can I have a drive?

Sure.

So, Mr Policeman,
show me what you can do.

I just think I forgot...
Where are you going?

Great wheels. Tungsten lights.

What are you doing?

Very spacious.

It's the best of its class.

Listen, do you mind if we
drive back to the showroom now?

Because, you know, I've got
an investigation to get on with,

a man's died, it's very tragic.

Fine, show me
how you drive this thing.

OK.

Right yeah, how do
you turn it on again?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's right,
that's right.

Whoa.

And the best bit,
four way electric seats.

Oh? Right, yeah, it's...

It's very...

So, how do you like the handling?

Very serious offence,
assaulting a police officer.

It's up to four years in prison.

Come on.

Thank you.

I'll be in the car, lover boy.

I had it under control, you know!!

For your information,
the maximum sentence

for assaulting a police officer
is six months, not four years.

Four years sounds better.

Yeah, but what happened?
I don't know, I panicked.

Things have become blurred,
I couldn't tell whether she wanted

to get it on with me or she
just wanted to sell me the car.

Maybe she wanted to do both?

Yeah, but then
if I got it on with her,

would that mean that
I'd have to buy the car?

It could have got messy,
she was very aggressive.

Hey!

Hi.

Please tell me that's recycling.

Reading. I don't do homework.

This is fun. Yeah? What is it?

Mobile phone records. Whose are they?

Everyone we've interviewed.
Yeah, well, good luck with that.

No, no, you take those,
I'll take these.

Let me know if you find anything.
See you, Tony!

See you.

♪ You're a foxy lady

♪ And I'm a foxy guy

♪ When I look into your eyes

♪ It makes me want to cry

♪ Your daddy...

♪ Your daddy, your daddy
works the night shift...

♪ Your daddy
works the night shift... ♪

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Yeah, what's up?
How's it going? Yes...

It's going fine.

Are you actually doing any work?

Yeah, I got the records right here,

I've been looking
at numbers all night!

Call me if you find anything.

♪ You're a foxy lady

♪ And I'm a foxy guy

♪ When I look into your eyes

♪ It makes me want to cry

♪ Your daddy's on the night shift

♪ Your mama's a nurse

♪ Now we're alone together

♪ Let me look inside your purse... ♪

What? I got something.
Carl was shagging his boss.

Botox lady? No way.

Yeah, there's a series of
text messages from Carl to her

with the last one
on the night he died.

"Working L8 2nite. How about you?"

Why can't people speak English
when they're writing text messages?

I mean does it seriously take longer
to write L-A-T-E than it does

to write L
and then shift to the letter 8?

When you've finished your rant
can you tell me what she replied.

"S-F-E 2 E."

Sfetuey?

Smiling from ear to ear.

How do you know this shit?

So what do you think it means?

It means she's a liar.
A straight-faced liar come to that.

I think we should confront her
and see what she does.

Nice work. Call me
if you get anything else.

Forget it, I'm going to bed.

Part timer.

Look, I'm sorry.
I'm already late for a meeting.

We need to ask you a question.

But before we ask you, I have to let
you know that wasting police time

is punishable
by up to four years in prison.

Now, did you have sex with Carl
on the night before he died?

How do you know that?

Because we're policemen. Women...

Officers. Officers. That's how.

Look I'm...
I'm sorry I didn't tell you

because I really didn't think
it was relevant.

You stayed late to have intimate
relations with Carl less than
an hour before he died.

How can that not be relevant?

I'm sorry.

So let's start at the beginning.

When did you start
having sex with Carl?

It's about a month ago.
When he was still engaged to Debbie?

Does any of this have to get out?

Depends on whether
we still think you're lying.
I promise you I'm not.

How many times did you
have sex with him?

I don't know.

I don't know,
maybe four or five times.

But look, I was flattered
and it was just sex.

And what happened the night he died?

Well, we waited until everyone else
had left and then we...

went to my office and we,
we had sex but then I left.

With him? No, no,
we went separately,
we agreed to leave separately.

I left first.
And then that was that.

And then... and then the next
morning, Jeff found him

and all hell broke loose.

What?

Nothing. Nothing.

Come on.

Four years?

You're right, it does sound better.

I still think we're
missing something. Yeah, coffee.

No, Carl was engaged to Debbie,
but he was being unfaithful to her.

Men, eh? Which means that Ryan
wasn't the only one with a motive.

I'll see you at Tony's, OK?

You know what,
I think I can crack this case.

Really? Yeah.

OK, I'll give you till four,
then I'm arresting Ryan.

Fine.

See you later.

Hey, Joey.
Are we on for tonight or what?

Yeah.

This could all end
in crippling humiliation.

Yeah, but you're probably used
to that by now. Ha, ha.

Hello again.

Who buys this tat?

Presumably people who want
to evoke fond holiday memories.

What, a stuffed leprechaun?
What does that evoke

apart from long hours stuck in some
hellhole of an airport

with nothing to buy
but crap like this?

Sorry about that, it was Debbie.
She's at the hotel,

trying to get the money back
on the reception.

You should have got it insured. They
cover most eventualities, nowadays.

Mr Jackson...

We'd like to talk to you about
your affair with Elaine McGovern.

I'm sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm afraid it was Bruno
who gave you away.

Well, I'm happy to help
with your enquiries

but if you're going
to waste my time, forget it.

Sit down, Mr Jackson.

It's Bruno's.

Oh.

You mentioned that Bruno
doesn't like being left
in a room on his own

and if he is,
he'll often scratch the door,

but what I couldn't figure out was
why Elaine McGovern's office door

had scratch marks on the outside
of it. This is ridiculous.

Any more of this and I'm going to
have to make a complaint about you.

The only thing that I could come up
with is that you and her were inside

the office and you didn't want
the dog in the room for some reason.

Well, that's quite possible.

As head of the service department,
I would have meetings with Elaine.

Without the dog.

Oh? So it's not that you were
having sex with her after hours.

I'm not going to dignify that
with an answer.

Fair enough.

So how was Dublin?

We've just been
admiring your souvenirs.

Very nice, thank you.
And who did you go with?

None of your business.

Well, look, we can check the airline
passenger records with a phone call,

but it would just be quicker
if you told us.

All right, yes, you are right,

we did have a brief fling.

We went out a few times and we went
to Dublin for the weekend.

But she finished it about a month
ago. And that is it.

And did you know that she was
sleeping with Carl?

You did.

Of course, because you caught them
having sex in her office

on the night that he died, actually.

That must have been awful,

to find the man that your daughter's
engaged to, your precious Debbie

is about to marry, having sex with
the woman you're still in love with

in the office where you've done it
with her, possibly over
the same desk.

That good for nothing little shit!

He wasn't worthy of cleaning
Debbie's boots,

let alone marrying her.

He was all mouth. Told her exactly
what she wanted to hear.

I tried to tell her
but she wasn't having it.

It created a rift between us
so I backed off.

But he was a liar. Same with Elaine.

Sweet-talking her with his little
compliments. "I like your shoes".

It wasn't her fault.
He was using her.

Well, not any more.

Please sit down, Mr Jackson!

Sit down, Mr Jackson.

I bet you didn't even mean
to kill him when you confronted him,

did you? It was probably
just a fight that escalated.

But then, once you had knocked him
out, it must have seemed so easy

to just place him in the boot
and put his head next to the bung.

And then all you had to do was take
the bung out, slam the boot

and let the exhaust
do the rest of the work.

Who could blame you?

He got what he deserved.

Jack. Will you do the honours?

I haven't got my cuffs with me.

I've got some in my hand bag.

Oh.

They've never been used before.

Well, do you want to do it...
No, no, no.

Can you do that bit
and I'll do the...

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, do the...

David Jackson, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of the
murder of Carl Mercer.

You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned
something which you...

You know what, you may as well
just leave the bottle,
and put it on my tab.

You don't have a tab.
Then put it on Jack's tab.

Right you are.

Hey, guys!

Hey, Jack, where you been?

You guys seem to be having
a good time?

It's not every day
you solve your first case.

Yeah, that's true. That is true.

You know what, I couldn't have
done it without you, Jack.

Yeah, that's what he keeps saying.

I wouldn't want you to feel bad.

Well, that's OK because I don't
feel bad. I'd understand if you did.

Well I don't, so...

You know, your rookie partner,
solving the first case.

Yeah, well, you know,
I feel fine about that.

I think that's pretty big of you.

Yeah, I nudged you
in the right direction,

I stepped aside
and you rose to the challenge.

You didn't step aside.
I stepped aside.

You didn't really nudge me
in the right direction either,
I nudged myself...

OK, shall we have a toast?
What shall we drink to?

To new partners.

To new partners.

Oh, and new friends.

Hey, hey, hey. Cheers.

OK, I'm going to the ladies room.

Are you going to be OK? Uh-huh.

Whoa! Sorry, Tony!
It's all right.

What the hell have
you guys done to her?

She said she could handle it.
She obviously can't handle it,
she's totally trashed.

I think she's wonderful.
Shut up, you're totally trashed too.

I'll take him home
but she's your responsibility.
Why's she my responsibility?

"To new partners."

Ah, Jesus, fair enough.

That's yours as well,
she just put it on your tab.

On my tab? On your tab.

Oop. Oop. You all right? Mm-hm.

What did you decide
to do with your car?

Well, I decided that
if I'm going to spend 50 grand,

I'm not going to spend it on
some gas-guzzling kiddie wagon.

Anyway, I'm fond of the old lady.

Go on, hop in. Mind your head.

OK.

You know,
I think you made the right decision.

Yeah? Yeah. It kinda suits you.

It does, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Oh, come on.

I tell you what, why don't we walk?
OK.

The fresh air will do you good.

What was your last partner like?

Oh, she was great.

She was a she.

Yeah.

How old?

30.

What did she look like?

She had blonde hair, blue eyes,
great figure.

Yeah, but was she any good? Oop!

She was amazing.

I'll be honest with you,
she was a bit of a pain in the arse.

Am I a bit of a pain in the arse?

Oh look, it's a full moon.

I remember what it was like at Uni.

Do you?
Two types of girl broadly speaking.

I've got a horrible feeling
you mean sexually.
What was she studying?

Women. And Gender Studies.

Studying women?

I think we all know what mark
I'd get if I was doing that.

This is a murderer we're after,
who knows if they're going
to kill again.

We need to go undercover.

Mature student.

Professor of Gender Studies.

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