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Do you recognise this man?

No comment.

This was taken outside a club
on Queen Street

on the evening of April 3rd.

Do you recognise anybody?
No comment.

What about now?

No comment.

You don't know who this is?
No comment.

What about the others?
Who else was there, Jordan?

Who's this? Who's this?

I aren't a grass, am I?

I were there, all right.

And that's all I'm saying.

If I may, this footage clearly shows

my client was a victim
of an assault,

not the perpetrator.

There were witnesses
to the fight that night.

What witnesses?
And I heard what you said.

And I quote, "You're fucking dead.

"You're a fucking dead man."

And then, lo and behold,
a week later,

Saif Rahman turns up dead.

I had nothing to do with it.

We found this in your flat.

So what?
You play a lot of baseball, do you?

We've sent it to the lab to see
if it was used in the attack.

Do you have anything to say about
that, Jordan? This is bullshit.

An innocent young man's
lost his life.

And I had nothing to do with it.

This wasn't just a beating, this
wasn't just a kick in. It wasn't me.

Whoever it was, they went armed
with an offensive weapon.

Like a baseball bat,
like the one found in your flat.

I didn't do it, all right?!
But I aren't gonna cry over it

because he got
what were coming to him.

He got what he deserved.

Get off.

Oh, sorry. Don't mind me.

Mum? Have you seen
my computer charger?

Move.
Hey!

Watch where you're going!

Where the hell is it?

Right, where'd you last see it?
I don't know.

If I knew that,
I'd look there, wouldn't I?

OK, look, why don't we all
just have a look,

and I'm sure we'll find it.

Oh, the wanderer returns.

I forgot my bag.

In there.

Do you need a hand?

I'm all right.

Where is it?

If you'd just unpacked
when I asked you to.

What if I didn't pack it, though?
What if it's still in Manchester?

Well, then, we'll get you another
one, it's not a big deal. Ta-da!

See.
There you go.

If you wait five minutes,
I can drop you off.

I'm all right, thanks.
Erin!

Late night?
Yeah.

Ended up, er, in the pub
with the lads from work.

It was a last minute thing.

Course, yeah.

Wow!

Oh, it's beautiful.
Yeah, I suppose it is.

You stop noticing it after a while.

Hi. Is Mariam in?

Erm, she's not feeling too well.

Can we come in?
Just for a minute.

I don't think
she's up to seeing anybody.

What is it?

Hi, Mariam.
Hi.

So, erm, the postmortem is going
to take place this morning.

Obviously, we'll have to wait
for the results, but...

It's the best way to find out
what happened to Saif.

Don't you need
the family's permission to do that?

Well, normally, yes.

But in cases like this where
there's been a suspicious death,

the coroner's required by law
to carry out a postmortem.

What, so we've got no say
in the matter?

- Jamal's right.
- We don't agree to this. Mariam...

The body has to be intact
when it goes into the grave.

It's out of our hands, Jenn.
It's the coroner's decision.

Yeah, but there are precedence
for a body scan

rather than a full postmortem.

Back in Manchester, we...
'This isn't Manchester.'

We don't have resources like that
at our fingertips.

We'll reach out to the community,
we'll talk to the Imam.

We'll make sure everything's done
the right way.

'But the reality is,

'a postmortem is the best way to
make sure we get justice for Saif.

'You know, I'm sure the family
will understand that.'

I'll talk to the family,
but it's awkward,

given the sensitivities involved.

OK, erm, is there anything else?

No. I...
'All right.'

Talk to you later.

Hey!
Dad. Have you got a minute?

Course, yeah, yeah.

Sorry, I tried calling, only...

Oh, shit.

Yeah, sorry, sorry,
things have been a bit, erm...

Things are always a bit...

All right, look, er,

I'm running round like
a blue-arsed fly.

Come on. We'll talk on the way.

It's just... the graduation.

It'd be nice if you were both there.

Yeah, well, that's up to your mum,
though, isn't it? No, not really.

Well... who else is gonna be there,
Kieran?

Dad!
Look...

I've-I've gotta run.

Course I'll be there, course I will.

Yeah?

Come on, don't be daft.

'Ey?
I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Hm? Come here.

Hm?
Yeah.

This is ridiculous.

We told you,
we said we didn't want a postmortem.

I know... I know.
Look... it's not our decision.

It's up to the coroner.

Oh, so you're only obeying orders,
is that it?

He's our flesh and blood,

and we don't even get the right
to bury him as we see fit.

I'm so sorry.
Oh, she's sorry.

Well, that's all right, then
Shazia...

Oh, don't you start.
Please, I'm just saying...

Oh, are you gonna start playing the
big man big man now, then? Go on.

Look... if this is the way it's got
to be, it's the way it's got to be.

There's no point arguing,
no point fighting it.

He's right.

You do whatever you have to do.

Jamal...

'..to Lancaster
is due to arrive on Platform 2...'

What's up wi' you?
Face like a slapped arse.

It's a postmortem.
What did you expect, a party hat?

How long d'you reckon
he was in the water?

If you're asking me to hypothesise,

I'd say six-eight hours.

Question is, though,

how long was he dead
before he went in the water?

So he definitely was dead
when he went in? He didn't drown?

No, cause of death was a suspected.

Head trauma, blunt force,
multiple impacts.

Any indication he was doing drugs?
Nothing obvious.

But we'll have to wait
for the tox report to be sure.

You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine. All good.

Anybody ever tell you
you're a shit liar?

OK, listen up.

The postmortem on Saif Rahman
was carried out this morning.

This is now a Cat A murder, guys.

Saif died as a result
of a sustained beating,

head injuries, blunt force trauma.

Can I see that, boss?
Yeah.

We do now have an approximate time
the body went into the water.

Window of a couple of hours.
So, with a bit of luck,

that'll help the coastguard
narrow down where it went in.

Our main suspect remains
Jordan Rooney.

We know he had history
with Saif Rahman,

but he denies having
anything to do with his death.

He also refuses to give us
the names of any of the guys

that were with him
that night at the club.

Obviously,
we'll keep talking to him.

But the clock's ticking.

And given the fact that Rooney
is a convicted drug dealer,

we need to consider the possibility

that drugs were a factor
in Saif's death.

Maybe he owed money
to the wrong people.

Well, we're waiting on the results
of the tox report find out more.

In the meantime, Clarkie, I want
you to follow up of the boxing club.

Boss.
Oh, and I looked into Karl Eccles,

er, the lad that Saif was due to
fight in Salford. Alibi checks out.

Turns out he was training
in Manchester the night Saif died.

OK, thanks, Clarkie. Jenn and Karen,
I need you to talk to the family.

Yeah? What do they know
about Saif and drugs?

And one-two.

Yeah.
And one over the top. One-two.

One-two. Yeah, tight.

Can I have a word?

Sure. Anything, anything to help.

You, er, said you worked closely
with Saif Rahman.

Had you noticed any...
changes in him recently?

What kind of changes?
I dunno, was he anxious, angry?

Anything out of character?

No.

You may be better asking Warren.

Warren... saw more of Saif
than I did.

He was doing the day-to-day stuff,
you know?

Well, he was his trainer, he was
training him up for the big fight.

How are you doing?

For a minute...

this morning, when I woke up...

it was... like it was all a dream.

Just a... bad dream.

And I'd... go downstairs
and Saif would be there.

Making his breakfast.

Tucking into
his Crunchy Nut cornflakes.

And then it hits you.

I keep... thinking about it.

I keep... going over it in my mind,
what happened.

Only, I don't know what happened.

Not really.

And that's... even worse,
not knowing.

We do know a bit more now.

After the postmortem.

There was an assault.

Saif died of head injuries.

You asked me if he suffered, and...

..the truth is, I can't promise you
hand-on-heart that he didn't.

I'm sorry.

Oh...
I'm so sorry.

No...

No, er...

Thank you.

So...

knowing what he went through,

it's all the more important

we find out why it happened
and who did it.

So I have to ask you something,
Mariam.

D'you think Saif
might've involved in drugs?

What?

No!

No way!

Not in a million years!

I would've known.

I know how important it was
for him to look after himself.

Cos... that was his life.

Boxing. After his dad died,
that was his way of coping.

He would never have done
anything to mess that up.

Looks like he was loving it.

Aye, he was, er, like a pig in shit.

He was lapping it up.

Attention, clubs.

Girls.

Yeah, everything.

Oh, yeah?
Don't get me wrong, he worked hard.

Worked hard and played hard.

Good for him.

He looks after himself, did Saif.

Might've had a drink from time
to time, but... nah, that's it.

Nothing else?

The only think Saif took
was vitamins.

Are you OK?
What do you think?

Yeah, sorry, stupid question.

It's all right, it's just...

Mum?

She were like this when Dad died.

Suddenly, he was a saint.

The truth is, they used to fight
all the time, Mum and... And Dad.

But as soon as he died,
that's all forgotten.

And now it's Saif...

She's doing the same thing,
talking about him like he were...

God's gift.

And he wasn't?

He were just... Saif.

You know?

He were just a... regular lad.

He was...

He was me brother.

He was me kid brother. And I was...

Adnan.

Thanks for coming.

You've had a break.
And some time to think.

So, have you?
Have I what?

Done any thinking.
Like maybe decided

it might be in your best interests
to cooperate.

No comment.

You said you had nothing to do
with the death of Saif Rahman.

But you also said
he got what he deserved.

What did you mean by that?
No comment.

What did he ever do to you?

No comment.
Did he owe you money?

What?

You're a convicted drug dealer.
Is that what this was about?

No. See, by all accounts,
he was a good lad, Saif.

Hard-working, going places.
Bright future ahead of him.

Nobody else has had
a bad word to say about him.

So what was your problem?

He were a prick.

All right?
Yeah? In what way?

He just thought he were a big deal.

You know, like he were a celebrity
or summat.

Oh, and did that piss you off?

No, he disrespected me
that night at the club.

In front of my pals.

Yeah? So, what did you do?
I didn't do nothing!

Yeah, but that's not true,
though, is it, Jordan?

Because you threatened him.
You said he was a dead man.

Well, that's j-just...
J-Just what?

It's just something you say,
innit?

You know, in front of the lads.

What lads?

I told you, I aren't a grass.

I'll ask you again, Jordan.

Where were you on the night
of April the 11th, Sunday night?

Wait...

The 11th?
Yeah.

I were at a party.

Where?
In Preston.

Yeah, there were a thing on.
Who were you with?

Well, you wouldn't know 'em.
Well, where was it, exactly?

Just in this warehouse.

Can't remember the address.

Right. So, you're telling us
you were at a party,

only you can't tell us where,
and you can't tell us who with?

Oi, mate!

Mate!

Intelligence units provided

a list of Jordan Rooney's
known associates

as long as your arm.
I know, right?

Who knew the little shit
was so popular?

Yeah, we need to narrow it down.
For a kick-off,

we need to ID who was with him

the night the threats were made
against Saif.

The CCTV's not much help.

- Boss, she's a little shaky.
- I don't want to push it. Who?

Molly, Saif's girlfriend.

She said she thought
that she could identify them.

The ones she saw that night.

She wasn't sure,
but it might be worth a shot.

Bring her in.

You all right, Conor?
Oh, er...

Mr Fischer.

You can call me Chris, you know.

Oh. Right. Sorry.

No, no need to apologise.

You know, just so you know,

you ever need anything,
erm, you know where I am.

In the... Deputy Head's office.

I can't call you Chris.
It's... weird.

Well, it's my name, so...

Yeah, but still.

Is there someone
that can come with you?

Only you'll need
an appropriate adult.

My mum and dad are out. It's...
Hang on.

Kyle?

Take your time.

Him.

He was there.

Are you sure?

Anyone else?

Him.

And her.

Yeah, she was there too.

I think that's all.

Jordan Rooney's known associates.

Girlfriend - Kerry Lockwood.

Cousin - Damian Harrington.

And right-hand man Tyler Quinn.

We've got all three
in for questioning.

We've got their phones,
their computers, all their data.

So, come on. Do yourself a favour.

Tell us where you were that night.

I don't have to tell you shit.

This is you. We know it's you.

You've been IDed.

IDed by who?

Oh, that bitch.
What are you talking about?

Saif Rahman's girlfriend.

It's her you wanna talk to. Not us.

What did she say about
that night at the club, Molly?

That Jordan and his mates had a go
at them when they were leaving.

Why?
Eddie?

Er, right. Intel researchers
have been going through the phones.

This is from Kerry Lockwood's phone

the night of the fight
outside the club.

'Right! Saif, man!'

And she didn't mention anything?

An argument with Saif?
No. No, she didn't.

Bring her back in.

'Right! Saif, man!'

You didn't mention
that you'd had a row that night.

I just... didn't think of it.

What was it about?

Nothing.

I'd had too much to drink.
It was stupid.

Did you fight a lot? You and Saif?
No.

No, we were...

We didn't fight.

It was just that one time.

But we made up.
He said he was sorry.

What for?

It was nothing,
it was just a misunderstanding.

About what?

I... I don't...

I can't even remember.

I was off my face.

And then, when we were leaving,

that's when it kicked off
with those lads.

Molly...
Did you and Saif ever do drugs?

No.

No, he wasn't like that.

Look, hasn't she done enough
already?

Hasn't she told you enough?

If I could just talk to Molly,
please, Kyle.

Molly...

I have to ask.

Where were you the night Saif died?

I was at home.

I had schoolwork. You can ask
Mum and Dad, they'll tell you.

Yeah. I was there, an' all.
She was in all night.

Can I go now?

I want to go home.

She's got an alibi for the night of,

but I don't think
she's telling the full story

about her and Saif,
what was really going on.

Do you think he was playing around?

I wouldn't rule it out.
He was loving the attention.

I don't want to push her too hard,
though. She's in a right state.

Her brother's taking her home.
Right.

How you getting on, Eddie?

There's a lot to go through.
It's gonna take a while.

Wait, hang on.

Rewind that, please.

Pause.

Oh, my God.

It's complicated.

Complicated how?

She's, um...

Well, she's my partner's daughter.

I don't know what to call her,
really. Stepdaughter?

Only that's not right,
we're not married, me and her dad.

It's...

Sorry.

The thing is, we've only just moved
in, me and the kids, me and my kids.

I don't actually know her that well,
Erin. I tried, but...

Well, we'll need to talk to her.
I know.

And I know I can't be in on it.
It's all right, I'll sort it.

I'll get Karen to do it.

Thanks.
Mm.

What's all this about?

The police are here.
They're asking for Erin.

I know. Just a formality.

We need her to make
a witness statement.

Witness? Witness to what?

I can't tell you.

You what?
'Sorry. There are rules. It's...'

Jesus Christ, Jenn.

Look, you can come in too.

She'll need an appropriate adult
with her.

'An appropriate adult?'

Well, yeah. She's only 17, so...
'I know what fucking age she is.'

Right, don't speak to me like that!

Yeah. I-I'll sort...

'I'll take care of it. I'll have
somebody cover my classes.'

Just gonna get you signed in, OK?
Follow me.

How well did you know Saif Rahman,
Erin?

I didn't know him.

Not really. I...

I met him a few times, that's it.

But you and Molly are good mates,
right?

Yeah, but...

Since they started going out,
she was with him all the time. I...

I hardly saw her any more.

This was taken
at the Level nightclub

on the night of April 3rd.

Do you know
what they were fighting about?

No.

What did she say?
What did she tell you?

Erin?

Saif was flirting... with some girl.

He was chatting her up.
That's what Molly thought, anyway.

He wasn't, it was bollocks.

Well... they had a row.

Molly was a bit out of it.
So was everyone.

Doing... Doing shots and stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Erin?

I think...

somebody had some ket or something.

I thought you were at your mum's.
I was. I went back to Mum's.

Was, er, was Saif doing drugs?

I... I don't know.

Did they fight a lot,
Saif and Molly?

You're not seriously saying
that Molly...

No, no, no, no.

We're not trying to say anything,
Erin.

Just trying to find out
what happened.

Guys?

I'll be in the car.
I'm sorry about...

If you wanted to know something,
you could have just asked me.

Erin, Erin... Can we go?
Yes. Go and get in the car.

I'd better...

go and get her back to school,
all right?

I'll see you later.

Phone records are in.

We cell-sited Saif's phone to the
boxing club, night he disappeared.

We knew he was there, though.

Yeah, but last ping
came in after midnight.

After the body went into the water.
Eddie!

Move your arse.

What's going on?

We have a warrant
to search these premises.

Jenn?

Saif's brother, Adnan.

Uniform have spoken to
the owner of the snooker club.

He says he hasn't seen Adnan
for days.

He definitely wasn't in that night.

We need to find out where he was,
bring him in.

What? We're still building a
relationship with the family, boss.

Might be better to have
a word with him on the down-low,

rather than dragging him in here.
OK. Do it your way.

But he lied to us, yeah?
Find out why.

Maybe if you told us what you were
looking for, we could help you.

Soon as we find it,
we'll let you know.

Find! Find!

It's the same model as Saif's.

We'll get it off to lab, but I think
we can be pretty confident.

Boss?

Positive.

Blood spatter on the ground here...

..and then on the wall here.

Looks like this is our crime scene.

Oi, you fat bastard.
Leave some for the rest of us.

Listen, I'm a growing boy!

This all a big joke to you?

Hi, Mariam. Is Adnan here?

Can we not do this?
It's my brother's matam.

My family's here, my friends.

The sooner you tell me
where you were that night,

the sooner we get this sorted.

I was at the lock-up.

Right? Festival Market.
I had work to do.

Why didn't you tell us that
in the first place?

Cos I was on my own.
I couldn't prove it.

I just said the first thing
that came to my mind.

I knew you lot would be on my case
if I couldn't prove where I was.

You lied. You lied to the police.

What did I tell you?
What do I ALWAYS tell you?

Mariam, can I just...

How many times do I have to say?

You know what? Fuck this.

Yeah. Yeah.

Go on, then. Go on.

And take your stupid friends
with you!

What?

You want one?

I'm working.

Is he in trouble?

I don't know.

So, he comes out of the gym,
out the back way...

Why, though?

Maybe it's a shortcut.

Maybe he was meeting somebody.

A dealer. A bird.

And he gets set upon here.
There's a struggle.

Phone hits the deck,
maybe gets kicked away.

The question is, did he die here?

Yeah,
and how did he end up in the bay?

Let's get uniform
to do house-to-house.

And we'll need to talk to everyone
who was in the gym that night.

Somebody must have seen something.

Heard something.

Are you gonna shut us down?

I can't afford
to close the doors again.

A lad's lost his life.

A lad's been murdered.
On your doorstep, looks like.

And all you're thinking is,
"Is it gonna be bad for business?"

Finally, forensics
on the baseball bat are in.

It's clean. Well, it's...

It's not clean,
but there's no sign of Saif's DNA.

And data from the phones
confirms that Rooney's mates

were at an address in Preston
that night, a warehouse party.

His girlfriend Kerry's confirmed
Rooney was there, too.

We have to let them go.

I'm sorry, love.

You really think that's gonna help?

Give her a break, Shazia.

Thanks, Ray.
I'm talking to my sister.

Leave me alone.

There's still people here! There's
more people arriving all the time.

I said, leave me alone.

What are they gonna think?
If they see you like this?

I don't give two shits
what they think.

Well, I do. This is my family, too.

You know what? You're right.

Get out.

You what?

You heard me. Get out.

All of you!

Go!

And you lot. Go on, get out.

Out!

I'm really sorry.
Get out!

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Get out.

And you. This is MY house!

He was MY son.

Fine.

Fine!

What are we up to, lads?

What? Nothing.

In that case,
let's move it on here, yeah?

You what?
You heard.

We ain't done nothing.

We're not gonna tell you again.

Let's go.

Hey.
Don't.

Sorry.

She's, erm...

It's OK. It's been a rough day.

For all of us.
Yeah.

'So, think of the materials...

'Lenny!'
'Velvet fist?'

'It's not velvet fist. But you're
very close, Lenny, seriously.

'Let's play some more.'

What she was saying today, Erin...

about kids doing ket.

You... You were listening to that?

Yeah, I was in the obs room.

It's my job.

Yeah. I mean,
but that's a bit, erm...

You know.

Did you know she was...?
She's not doing drugs, Jenn.

Yeah, that's not what I'm...
I know my own daughter, all right?

All right, what do youse want?

Lemonade.

Can I get four vodkas?

Fuck the feds!

Jordan...
No, fuck that! Fuck!

And fuck Saif Rahman.

Dinner!

So, look, erm...

I was, erm, talking to Conor today
at school.

Before... You know.

Do you...? Do you think he's OK?

It's just, you know,
he's very quiet, and...

That's just what he's like.

Yeah. Yeah, I know, I know.

We're not in the big city any more.

He's one of the few Black kids
in the school.

Yeah, I-I understand that. Erm...

Don't worry, Chris. He'll be fine.

I'm not having a go.

I'm not saying you are.

Jenn?

Sorry to call you at home.

No, no, it's fine.

Listen, uniform are on it,
you don't have to do anything.

I just thought you'd wanna know.

Only it's Adnan.

Police, I need to come in. Thanks.

Come on, then, you little prick!
Say that again! Say that to my face!

Calm down!
Fuck you! Fuck the lot of you!

Adnan! Adnan, leave it!

Get up!

We've got this. We don't need CID.

Yeah, I'm a FLO. I know him. Adnan!

Adnan! Get up!
Adnan, leave it!

Come on! Let go of me!
Leave it!

Argh!

Come on, then! Come on!

That's an assault on
a police officer, fucking scumbag!

No, leave it.
Don't make a big thing of it.

Just go. Go home.
I didn't mean to...

Fucking pussy! You chickenshit!

Open your mouth one more time, pal,
you're nicked.

What about him?! He gets to walk?

Oi! Calm yourselves down!

Come on, mate.
Get off me!

What about him?!

That's her nan's recipe, that.

Handed down from generations.

All right, love?
I've got some leftovers,

so I'll stick it
in the microwave for you.

Mum?
God!

- It's OK.
- Mummy? Jenn...

I'm OK. Yeah, I'm OK.
I'll get something...

I'm fine.
It looks worse than it is.

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