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It's the only way.

You can't make a property over to a third party if it's mortgaged.

So, it'll be a joint mortgage.

I'll take care of the monthly payments but you have your name on the policy.

Does that make sense?

Yes.

- So, you're happy? - I wouldn't go that far.

As regards this.

There's something else that you may or you may not want to know.

What? (CLEARS THROAT)

I'm pregnant.

I don't believe you.

Nine weeks.

(SIGHING)

Well, you can't be pregnant. You're on the pill.

- Is it mine? - It's you that puts it about, pal.

Not me.

What do you want? What do you want me to do?

Do you want me to pay for a clinic?

We're assuming it's a termination?

-Well, you can't want a baby. - Why not?

- Hmm? Am I not the type? - You're ambitious. You've got a career.

Yeah, and I thought I was in a steady relationship with a responsible adult

until a few weeks ago.

- You planned it? - No, I didn't f...

(BREATHING HARD)

As it happens, I didn't.

Not got much choice, have I?

It's not gonna be you haemorrhaging down the toilet

torturing yourself over what a murdering bastard you are, is it?

No, that'll be me.

Sorry, is that a bit graphic for you?

Anyway, thanks for that, Nick.

Along with all the other pleasant memories.

- Right, Lads, the story so far. -Where's Janet? And Rachel?

Delivering the death message.

I squared it with West Yorkshire, 'cause the body's with us.

Susan Metcalfe, 43, wife, mother, primary school teacher.

Living over the border in Ripponden, West Yorkshire.

Battered senseless. She was found in the boot of her own car

in a lay-by off Saddleworth Moor, 4:40 this morning.

Courting couple out on a late one saw blood on the boot,

called three nines.

Ambulance arrives just after five.

She's still breathing, indications suggest she's likely to prove fatal.

She dies 6:17 this morning at the Royal Oldham.

Casualty consultant said it looked as if somebody'd tried to eviscerate her.

Do what?

Pull her insides out.

Massive internal injuries.

She's been raped every which way from Christmas.

- Are you listening? - Hmm.

Susan had been to the theatre in Oldham with her friend, Carol Manning.

Susan rang Carol 11:00 pm

saying she can't work out where she's parked her car

'cause she's not familiar with the town.

She describes being near Camcabs on Rushworth Road.

Carol directs Susan back to Buick Road.

Susan had remembered the name of the street that she'd parked in.

That's the last anyone heard from her.

Family report her missing in the early hours.

Night crew talk to Carol, the friend,

they're straight onto the CCTV outside the taxi office.

Okay, here's the bit.

Which shows her being followed by some lad, man, boy, bloke,

who'd just left the taxi place.

GILL: He follows her. Look at him, heat-seeking missile.

He follows her towards Buick Road,

we've got him on three separate cameras, still behind our victim.

Six minutes later, her vehicle is seen driving away from Buick Road,

but those are not her hands on that steering wheel.

Look at that watch.

So, the chances are she's already in the boot by that stage.

The good news is, we think we know roughly where he lives.

Taxi operator says that he asked for a cab to the Walden Estate.

There's none available.

So he comes out, and that's where he bumps into her,

jangling her car keys, looking lost.

- Are you all right? -just pull in.

(GROANING)

So, lots of nice fast-track actions waiting for you on this one.

Andy's coordinating the house-to-house.

Something tells me this isn't this particular little weirdo's first outing.

But, let's make it his last.

Finish your brews, get your gear and go.

I want us giving this boy an early morning knock.

(PANTING)

(SPITTING)

(EXHALING DEEPLY)

Late night?

Pregnant.

Have a... I'm having an abortion on Wednesday.

Does Gill know?

No. I'm not gonna get grounded.

I've booked the day off but I've not said why.

Got that.

Why go for a scan if you're having an abortion?

I don't know. just did. Wanted to see what it looked like.

- Mr Metcalfe? - Yes.

I'm DC Scott, Manchester Metropolitan Police.

- Do you know something? - This is DC Bailey.

- May we come inside? - Have you found her?

- Have you found her? - Is this Adam?

I'm Janet. This is Rachel. We're police officers.

Is there somewhere we could sit down, Mr Metcalfe?

Melissa?

I'm Janet, this is Rachel. We're police officers.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus, no.

Want to sit down, love?

A woman's been found matching your wife's description.

She was found in your wife's car.

She was taken by ambulance to the Royal Oldham

at quarter past six this morning, but, I'm very sorry to have to tell you

that she died shortly after arriving at A&E.

(CHOKED VOICE) Matching her description?

You mean, it might not be her?

Well, we can't confirm that until she's been identified

by someone who knows her but, based on the description

that you gave the officer last night, and given the fact

that we found her in what we know to be your wife's car,

we think it's very likely that it is your wife.

I'm sorry, did you say she's dead?

Yes.

Did she... Was it a...

Did she come off the road, then? Was it an accident?

No.

There are indications that she'd been assaulted.

GRAHAM: Who by?

How?

Why?

I won't have the answer to all your questions just now, Mr Metcalfe.

I've only got a limited amount of information myself.

But, we think that we've found CCTV footage of Susan last night

after you reported her missing.

And it does appear that she was being followed by a man.

What man?

We will find him.

- And when we do, believe you me... - What did he do to her?

Let's just be sure it's your wife we're talking about, shall we?

- Before we... - What did he do to her?

Can you bear with me, Adam?

Because I honestly don't know very much more myself at the moment.

She wasn't interfered with though, or anything, was she?

There are indications that it may have been a sexual assault, yes.

(SOBBING)

All right, sarge?

(INDISTINCT)

Okay. My colleague is going to ask you some questions now.

MAN: Yeah, we just...

Sarge, her husband made a positive ID.

Janet's sent him over to the FLO, then she's following on.

Is Janet...

What? What?

And Adrian doing anything next week for their er...

Isn't it their 25th next week?

Is it? I haven't got a clue. I could find out for you.

Rowan, that's Rachel. You're with her.

- You all right, Rowan? - Yep.

Okay, house-to-house. Boring as paint.

I've been doing this job about 10 years and I once interviewed someone

who actually gave us a lead.

- How long you been on the beat? - Day two.

(CHUCKLING)

(KNOCKING)

(DOG BARKING)

Police. Hello, we're making some enquiries

about an incident that happened last night.

Is your mum and dad in, love?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

Mum, police.

Sorry to interrupt your Saturday morning.

- Have you got a few minutes? - Turn it off, Luke.

We're making some enquiries about an assault last night.

What kind of assault?

We're looking for a white male, we believe he's got links to the area,

and you might have seen something that could help us.

- Could I sit down a minute? - Help yourself.

Thanks.

Is there anyone else who lives here besides yourselves?

No,just us three.

Thanks.

Luke, is it?

Yeah.

Surname?

Farrell.

What were you doing at eleven o'clock last night, Luke?

- Nothing. -Where were you?

- I was here. - No, you weren't.

RACHEL: It's a nice watch, that, Luke.

How long have you had that?

Do you mind if I take a look at it?

I need to go toilet.

I need you to stay exactly where you are, Luke.

- I won't be a minute. - One more move,

and you'll hear two sounds, me hitting you and you hitting the floor.

All right. No! All right, Luke, hands behind your back!

- Leave him, you're hurting him! -ROWAN: Excuse me, madam.

- Sit down! - (ALL SHOUTING)

- LUKE: No! -I'm arresting you

on the suspicion of murder.

In my handbag, in my handbag, front zip pocket, there's a plastic bag.

Get it. You don't have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned,

something which you later rely on in court.

Mum, do something!

Go to the radio, tell them we've got one adult male, suspicion of murder.

It's for Oldham.

We need him in a dry cell and I need a van here, now.

When you're not busy.

This is PC Rowan Rutterford.

We have a Caucasian male arrested on suspicion of murder.

The thing is, Mrs Farrell,

because Luke's been arrested over something so serious,

your house is now a crime scene and, as such, we're going to search it.

- So... - Search our house?

- Yeah. - What for?

Anything that can help us find out whether Luke was or wasn't involved

in this woman's death.

So, I do have to ask you if you could give me any keys to the property

because, obviously, the last thing that we want to do is damage anything.

Mrs Farrell.

Keys. Mum?

Is there somewhere else you could stay tonight?

- I could ask me sister. - Keys.

I'm sorry.

That were my arrest this morning.

The house would have been next on my list before you turned up.

The 64 million dollar question, though, Kevin,

is would you have spotted what I spotted?

Well, why wouldn't I?

We were all looking for a big fuck-off watch.

- What you want me to do, shoot myself? - Yeah, it'd help.

All yours.

- Magic word? - Abracadabra.

GILL: Janet?

- Veronica Hastings... - Oh, yeah.

I've spoken to Mike Dearbolt in Cold Case.

It's on their list but way down.

So, Mike's happy if you want to start mooching about

and pulling the case papers together. But, just be sure you run a day book

-and record everything. - Great.

And, you don't do too much of it in my time, right?

Yes, madam, ma'am, boss.

The SIO was Torn Walters, who they say would be more than happy

-to talk to you. -Wow.

Apparently, it's the only thing he does talk about.

Thanks, Gill, I owe you one.

One? Hah!

Hey, what are you and Ade doing for your silver wedding?

- Keeping quiet about it. - Why?

Parties...

- Anyway. .. - What?

I don't want to run the risk of getting drunk

like someone I know did at her 40th,

and run up and down the back garden topless, at midnight

in front of her few remaining guests, singing [Am 75, Going On 77.

I thought we weren't going to mention that again.

Optimist.

(BOTH LAUGHING LOUDLY)

You won't tell anyone, though, will you?

Bugger.

- What are you laughing at? - Nothing.

Yeah, but what, though?

All right, I'm gonna go and join the house-to-house,

so I'll see you. Catch up with you later.

You got someone to go with you on Wednesday?

Me sister, yeah. You're not supposed to drive after, so...

You Okay?

That has to be the fastest detection she's ever had

and she's not said nothing.

Yeah, but you know she can't count her chickens

until we get the lab results from the blood on that watch.

She hates me.

Are you sure you're not letting your hormones...

- She's letting you interview him. - I arrested him.

So? Do you think she'd let Kevin loose on this one if he'd arrested him?

What were you laughing at just then, boss?

You.

Have you not finished that interview prep?

We'll be out of time before you've asked him a single question at this rate.

Like I'm gonna get anywhere near him before tomorrow

with his solicitor poking about.

(EXHALING LOUDLY)

-Will you have a drink? - No, thank you, sir.

We picked one up first thing this morning,

I've been on the go since six, so...

Oh! (PHONE BEEPING)

Family to get home to, eh?

Okay, well, I'll give you what I've got. Do you wanna come through?

I made copies of everything connected to the case

in the last few months before I retired.

Blimey.

Well, you know what happens, Janet, cold case.

Evidence goes missing, statements go missing.

There's a flood or a fire and, 30 years later, there's nowt left.

Not that you can do anything with, anyway.

Can I... Can I borrow it?

All of it.

You can have it, if you're serious.

I'm serious, I told you. It's why I joined up.

I thought I'd get him,

but he was the one that got away.

Do you think he's still alive?

I know he is, love.

Mum.

Finally, you're home. She's got period pains.

Why do I have to deal with it? I've just got in.

Because I've been dealing with it since three thirty this afternoon.

Are you all right, chick?

- RACHEL: Hello? - You rang?

What are you doing for your anniversary? Can I come?

- Is that what you rang about? -(TAISIE MOANING)

You know, giving birth...

Yeah.

- Mum... - I'll be up in a minute.

What's it like?

Well, it's painful.

And, you can”: imagine how you're ever going to come out the other side

without being ripped asunder.

But, you do.

And, it's brilliant and beautiful.

Even when you've got your legs up in stirrups

having 3,000 stitches up your...

But, that's the easy bit.

It's the next five, ten, fifteen years

-that do your nut in. -(MOANING)

Rachel?

(SNIFFLING) I can't do this.

What can't you do?

It's a baby, you know.

It's flesh and blood and a brain and it's mine.

Do you want me to come over?

I'd rather be here, honestly.

This is why I don't want any fuss made about this bloody anniversary.

What? What is?

Ad e.

Ah...

You knew he was a geography teacher when you married him.

I'd rather just ignore it completely

than go through the misery of watching him having to make an effort.

I get home and, instantly, I'm on nursing duty.

Lady Gaga's farting about upstairs with period pains

and he's just sat in front of the telly.

You wouldn't be without yours though, would ya?

Even when they are driving you up the wall.

Rach, I can't tell you what to do.

Whichever way you choose,

you'll still torture yourself after that it was wrong.

You've been dumped on from a great height

by a man who needs his head examined.

Nobody envies you the position you're in

and nobody is gonna judge you for it after.

What would you do? If you were me.

I'd get rid of it.

Looks like you were right, Gill.

Not this particular little weirdo's first outing.

What have we got?

POLSA's found a pair of jeans and a shirt stuffed behind the fireplace,

behind the brickwork, covered in blood.

But it's not from yesterday. It's black.

How long have they lived at that address?

1992. Year after the lad were born.

Right, bring it in. Let's have a look at it.

How was Torn Walters?

Oh, good, useful. Thank you.

Great. I'll ring Ade.

Tell him to get his arse into gear and organise you a party.

Gill, don't.

(MOUTHING)

Did you want to see me?

- How's it going? - No comment.

How would you respond if told you that the lab

has confirmed that is Susan Metcalfe's blood on your Rolex. "No comment."

And on your Nikes. "No comment."

And your sperm all over what's left of her. "No comment."

I've finished anyway. So if you want to get on to the CPS,

we can charge the little freak.

Look what Father Christmas left behind the fireplace.

I'm gonna show you a photograph, okay, Luke?

For the benefit of the tape, I'm showing Luke

photograph exhibit reference PT-7.

Could you tell me who those people are in the picture?

That's me, me mum and me auntie and me sister.

And when was that taken, do you remember?

- Christmas. - This last Christmas?

- No. - The one before?

Uh... Or the one before that.

Could you describe to me what you're wearing in the photograph?

A paper hat.

What else?

Jeans.

- Shirt. - What colour is that shirt?

Could you describe it to me?

It's green.

White.

- Tartan. - Have you still got it?

- No. - What happened to it?

- Me mum threw it away. - Why?

It got dirty.

Could she not wash it?

No, I meant dirty with oil.

I want you to look at another photograph for me now, okay?

For the benefit of the tape, I'm showing Luke

two photographs, exhibit references DF-2 and DF-3.

Are you okay, Luke?

Yeah.

You seem a bit upset.

No.

I'm just...

- It's everything, you know? -Would you like some water?

- No. - Okay.

Could you tell me what's in this photograph here?

- Shirt. - Could you describe it to me?

It's like...

It's like m...mucky.

When your shirt was stained with oil, is this what it looked like?

That isn't my shirt.

That's not oil, in fact, Luke, that's actually blood.

Could you describe the pattern on that shirt to me?

That isn't my shirt.

What colour is it?

It's not my shirt.

How would you describe it?

Would you agree that it's exactly the same sort of shirt

that you're wearing in that photo there?

Would it surprise you, Luke, if I told you

that we found that shirt in your house when we searched it yesterday?

Do you think, given that we found it in your house,

that it's more than likely that it is your shirt,

the one that you're wearing in that photo at Christmas?

No.

It's a bit of a coincidence, wouldn't you say?

That we should happen to find a shirt

exactly the same sort of pattern and design...

It can't be, I told you. It got thrown away! She...

- Did she... -Who?

Who, Luke?

She said she'd burnt it.

Who?

My mother.

Mum?

Hello, Mrs Farrell.

We need to talk to you about something that's come up during the search.

What?

Would you mind coming down to the police station with us?

Mrs Farrell.

(SWITCHING OFF TV)

- I need to get dressed. - JANET: Of course.

Has something happened?

Just a bit of a development.

Is your auntie in, Yasmin?

Half past six, she gets in from work.

I'll, uh... I'll just see if your mum's okay.

Mrs Farrell?

- Have you got kids? - Two, girls.

Girls are easy.

Do you want to get dressed, Mrs Farrell?

Break your heart, do all sorts.

Still do what you can though, don't you, for them?

Within reason.

I nearly yesterday morning said something, but...

What about?

- What happened. -When?

You've found them clothes, haven't you?

He promised me it wouldn't happen again.

What wouldn't happen again?

You know.

Are you telling me that you were aware that Luke might have

done something like this before, Mrs Farrell?

He didn't know why he'd done it.

Any more than anybody else would have done.

He were terrified, didn't know what to do with himself.

I was there when he came home,

covered in blood, shitting himself.

Do you know what it was that he had done before?

You might as well tell me because we're analysing that blood

and as soon as there's a match on our database...

(MOANING) Margaret and Barry Whelan.

Susan Farrell, I'm arresting you on suspicion of assisting an offender

and perverting the cause of justice.

You do not have to say anything

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned,

something you later rely on in court.

He said he'd bumped into somebody on the way home.

They'd seen him covered in blood.

I don't think they did,

or they'd have said. He was terrified.

I thought there'd be police banging on't door any second.

Helicopters, all hell breaking loose.

So I said to him, "You get up them stairs, you get in that shower

"and I'll deal with clothes."

just wanted shot of them, out of sight.

And I would have burned them, but we had nowhere.

I didn't want to touch them ever again, once they were in there.

And I would have told somebody...

Did he tell you what he'd done?

But I didn't realise the extent of it till it was in the papers.

How did he tell you? What did he say?

- That he'd killed someone. - Someone.

(STAMMERS) Two people...

But, you didn't realise the extent of it.

Can you tell me exactly what you mean by that, Mrs Farrell?

Margaret and Barry Whelan?

Don't tell me you've never heard of them?

About 18 months ago, brother and sister in their 50s.

Lived in a semi up Crompton.

He's got Down syndrome.

Oh, God, that was awful.

Tied her up, raped her, made him watch.

Oh, shut up, makes even me feel sick.

I don't know how you sit in the same room as them.

Why do they do it?

Sexual curiosity, in his case.

Well, we're all curious at that age, but...

Yes, Alison, he's sick, he's nuts.

He's got a screw loose, he's a fruit loop.

But you know what? She hasn't got a screw loose, his mother.

- That bitch. -What'll happen to her?

She'll go down big time, assisting an offender on that scale.

Ten years.

But for the grace of God. It could happen to anyone, couldn't it?

Finding out that your kiddie's peculiar.

You wouldn't keep quiet about that though, would you? Something like that.

A normal person at the very least would get drunk and blurt it out.

You don't know what you'd do when it's your own kid.

Anyway, come on, we're gonna be late for the clinic.

Boss is buzzing.

Force Command thought they'd never solve the Whelan murder,

-so she's flavour of the month. - She?

We.

Has it not occurred to her to give Rach a pat on the back?

Has she not?

Perhaps you could suggest it.

Do you fancy going for a drink?

After work, over road.

I mean with the lads. And Gill, if she's not too...

I'd love to, Andy, but I can't. I'm meeting someone.

- Who? - A friend.

Well, bring them. Him, her.

It's not that sort of friend. It's someone I was at school with...

Well, I can't explain... Well, I can explain but it's complicated.

(CHUCKLING)

This Torn Walters reckons that whoever killed Veronica

has gone on and committed other murders.

And he believes that he's still alive because his latest one,

if his theory stands up, was committed less than two years ago in Bexhill.

And he thinks that it was someone who knew Veronica,

that it wasn't just a random attack, she was targeted.

God, I don't know which question to ask first.

- Bexhill, that's... - On the south coast, yeah.

So, our guy obviously learned very early on

that there are 43 police forces in England and Wales,

and, unlike today, none of them spoke to each other.

So, you could do one in Oldham

and then, if your next one was in Cornwall,

nobody was necessarily making any connections.

Hang on, this one in Bexhill two years since,

surely that's still under investigation?

Oh, yeah, it will be.

So, why hasn't this Torn talked to them, then?

He has.

He wrote to them, he rang up, but, he's 80.

He's a retired policeman with a problem.

And he's obsessed with the one that got away.

So, they probably found someone very nice to talk to him on the telephone

and then wrote him off as a crank.

But you think he's on to something?

There are compelling factors.

Such as?

Well, I've never dealt with a serial killer before,

but they leave certain trademarks.

Some they're aware of, others they're not.

Of the six murders that he's identified, there are similar trademarks.

Plus, there's a physical similarity to Veronica, same colour hair,

slim build and they've all occurred

approximately, give or take, every five years since Veronica died.

So, why isn't anybody on to it, then?

Hello?

No, I mean, officially.

Cold Case had it on their list.

Look, what I'm gonna do is read everything

and collate it and then hand it over to the Serious Crime Analysis Section.

They've got a national database.

So, any similarities with other crimes will be highlighted.

So, there is hope that we can get a bit closer to this fella.

Aren't you on a day off?

That was yesterday.

Oh, okay.

Can I just...

I'm pregnant. I'm having a baby. So, obviously, you need to know that.

Have you got a due date?

August fourth.

Slap bang in the middle of the annual leave season.

Great, Rachel. Well-timed.

It wasn't planned.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Then, when I get back, I wanna get on with my sergeant's exams.

(PHONE RINGING)

Melissa.

Victim's daughter.

I'm sorry I'm ringing you.

I can't get hold of our FLO and you said

- I could ring you if I needed to. - Yeah, what's up, love?

Oh, Adam, he's been up all night, off his head, drinking,

and he's not used to it.

And I don't know where me dad is.

And Adam said he was gonna go sort that family out,

and I don't know what to do because he's been gone nearly four hours.

And he won't answer his phone and I just looked in the garage for him

and he's been messing about with a can of petrol.

Yeah, all right. Listen, Melissa, listen to me.

I'm gonna ring you back in 10 minutes, all right?

I'll find him. I'll ring you back in 10 minutes.

Adam Metcalfe's gone AWOL with a can of petrol.

DC Bailey, MIT.

We've got a lad in custody

for that murder in Saddleworth Moor on Friday night.

Victim's son is drunk and has gone off on one.

And there's a suggestion he might be going to cause some damage

to the suspect's home address on the Walden Estate.

- I'll get round there myself. - You're going nowhere, girl.

You're pregnant. You're gonna sit down in that office

-and you're gonna stay there. - Sorry?

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, thanks.

He's downstairs. He's put a petrol bomb through the sitting room window.

- MIT MOP. -Where was Yasmin, the girl?

I assume she's round at the auntie's house.

I mean, she's only 15.

DCI Murray, MIT. I need to speak to the person

who just spoke to my DC.

Which one do you want? Her or him?

Her.

(SOBBING) I want my mum.

I want my mum.

I want my mum.

I want my mum.

Don't do that.

I want my mum.

Adam, we're moving you. We're taking you to another police station.

Why?

Come on, love.

Mrs Farrell, I've got some difficult news for you.

Your house has been the subject of an arson attack.

A young female, who we believe to be your daughter Yasmin,

was asleep in bed, upstairs.

She was taken by ambulance to the Royal Oldham

at half past seven this morning but died shortly after arriving at A&E.

You're lying.

(SOBBING)

Can you hear that young lad sobbing his heart out?

He's the one that did it.

He petrol-bombed your house and he killed your daughter.

My colleague's just gone in there to arrest him.

She really doesn't want to. Do you know why?

Because he's the son of the woman that Luke raped and mutilated,

and left to bleed to death in her car in the freezing cold

at four o'clock in the morning in the middle of nowhere.

So, not to put too fine a point on it,

if you hadn't hidden those clothes,

if you had done what anyone in their right mind would have done,

your daughter, or what's left of her, would not now be in a body bag

in a fridge, down at the mortuary.

So you think about that.

So, go on.

What? I don't know why.

I got to the doors of the clinic, I turned around and I came home.

I think it was mainly 'cause I couldn't stand to spend a whole day

with our Alison.

Anyway, I've told Godzilla,

and she said, "Ooh, Rachel, I'm delighted for you.

-"How lovely." - She did not.

No. Did she bollocks.

She said, "Ooh, August, well-timed, knobhead"

(CHUCKLING)

She's a bitch. I'm sick of it. She's a nasty, miserable, old...

Oh, hi, boss.

Classic, yes! One-nil.

What was you and her laughing at, the other day?

Oh, well, I'm not supposed to tell anyone.

- But... - But

seeing as how she never said, "Well done," to you last Saturday...

Yeah.

I brought the boy.

He just passed his driving test.

So, guess which one of us is getting off our face

and which one's drinking pop?

Congratulations, son. Well done, son.

Go and find the girls, talk to them.

- Where's Janet? -Don't know. She's somewhere.

You all right, Adrian?

Eh-up, Andy-

The important point is that she's human,just like us.

So, if she doesn't always remember to pat you on the head,

or even basically just be nice to you,

just remember, that no matter how much pressure you're under,

she's under about 10 times more. All right?

She's still a bitch.

- Hi, Gill. - An arsehole, bastard,

Defective Chief Inspector Godzilla bitch.

Thanks for coming.

- Congratulations. - Aw, thanks.

- Rachel. - Hi, boss.

- Mum. - What?

Telephone.

Excuse me.

I'd like to see you in my office first thing Monday morning.

Right.

And, it'll be going in your personal file.

What will?

An email, from the Chief Con.

I think you know his son.

PC Rowan Rutterford.

"On only his second day on patrol, my son witnessed

"one of the most incisive, impressive, dynamic and inspiring

"pieces of police work I have heard of in recent months.

"The reason he joined the force was played out in front of him.

"Please pass on my congratulations to Detective Constable Rachel Bailey."

Well done, kid.

(SIGHING)

Yeah, sorry? Sorry, hello?

Janet, it's Geoff.

Sorry, have I rung at a bad time?

Oh, Geoff, hi. No, no.

It's me and Ade's 25th,

so we're having a bit of a bash

and I couldn't really hear anything properly.

Well, that's...

I was ringing 'cause I wondered

if you'd fancy meeting up again, sometime, for a drink.

Urn, yeah, sure, okay. Why not?

Great.

Well, urn, you ring me or...

Yeah, I'll ring you.

Lovely.

- I look forward to it. - Yeah.

Bye then, bye.

Talking to your boyfriend?

Jesus, Andy.

- I didn't hear you. - I saw you in the pub the other night.

Should I tell Adrian you're seeing somebody?

I'm not seeing anybody.

He's a friend. Well, he's not even a friend.

He's the brother of a friend who got killed.

Shall I tell Adrian about us?

Yeah, why not?

If you want to ruin the party, you want to ruin my life,

you could do it right now in front of everybody. Or not.

I'm not seeing anybody, Andy. It was a one-off thing, you and me,

and it's not going to happen again with anybody.

So...

Don't.