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- How is Janet?
- She's fine.

Clinical psychologist has
expressed some concerns.

About her fitness to conduct the
interviews with Hastings effectively.

Oh, you read his report.

I spoke to them both
three weeks ago. She's fine.

He says she's still angry.

Yeah, who wouldn't be?

I'm just asking.
I'm just trying to...

Listen, I want results for the families
of the victims as much as anyone

but if there's any hint that
she's failing to be objective,

either for her own sake or
that of the case, I'll pull her out.

I just don't want her queering
the pitch for someone else.

Someone else? Who?

He won't talk to anyone else.

And, hey, we're not throwing
just anyone in. She's good.

She's spent hours preparing
for this with the Tier 5s.

They've been through every eventuality,
everything he could possibly lob at her.

She's ready for him.

- You're quiet.
- When am I noisy?

I got your text.

Right. What's the worst
thing that can happen?

I lose control. And I tell
him what I think of him.

"You evil, pathetic, cowardly,

"nasty, worm-shaped
little shit-bag."

You know, that sort of thing.

But you won't
say that, will you?

I keep thinking about Veronica.

Six years old.

With bad teeth and
a pretend leather coat

and 70, 80 years of
fresh air ahead of her.

If you don't want
to do it, tell her.

I do. I do want to do it.

I want to squeeze every last
drop of information out of him,

for all those mums and
dads and brothers and sisters

and husbands and children.

And anyone else whose life he's
cast a bloody long shadow over.

His solicitor's
gone in with him.

I'll sit in for 20 minutes
or so, then I'll shoot off.

I'd like regular
updates, twice a day.

Yeah, I'd like to win the lottery,
but that's not happening, either.

Gill...

We agreed the communication
strategy weeks ago.

My syndicate's up for the next job,
so if anything kicks off, which it will,

I'm going to be up to my ears.

- Twice. Daily.
- Good luck with that.

And I want informing immediately

if he says anything
about other murder victims

that I can pass on
to another force.

Of course. Does the
Assistant Chief Con

know you're homeless and
you had your car repossessed?

You're not hard up, are you?

- Geoff.
- Hello.

You've got a black eye.

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, Geoff, you understand
that you've been arrested

on suspicion of murder and
that these offences are in addition

to the ones you've
already been convicted of?

Yeah.

And you also understand that your
arrest is based on your own assertion

to Dr Hines, your
clinical psychologist,

that you've committed
other murders.

- Is that correct?
- Yes.

Okay. Geoff, you need to know
that this interview is being recorded...

You do know that I didn't
want to hurt you, don't you?

Yeah, that's why you
stuck a knife in her spleen.

I know I grabbed that knife
and I do accept responsibility,

because I know it wouldn't
have happened if I hadn't...

but I panicked.

I know. I know that, Geoff.

This interview is being
recorded and if at any stage...

That's why I pleaded
guilty. In court.

So you wouldn't
have to re-live it all.

Did you get that?

If at any stage you want to
talk to your solicitor on your own,

then that's fine.

So, Geoff...

You indicated to Dr Hines
that there were other deaths...

Remember when we were kids?
Sorry, if I could just explain this.

This is why I could
never hurt you

and why it's important to me
that you should understand that.

Go on.

There were so many times

when I could have,
if I'd wanted to,

kill you.

But I didn't.

And about our Veronica,

I never set out to kill her.

I've pleaded guilty
and that's fine,

but that first time, it were
an accident. We were fighting.

You know, I mean, scrapping. I
was sitting on her, on her chest and...

well, she said she couldn't
breathe but I didn't believe her.

Did you not see her lips going
blue? Might've been a clue.

She was, you know, dead.

Well...

But the point I'm
making is this.

You could have been dead,
Janet, for the last 40 years.

If it was what I wanted.

But I didn't.

What we're here
for today, Geoff,

is for you to give
me information

that you've indicated to
Dr Hines that you have

about a number of other deaths.

So, can you do that?

Yeah.

How are the girls?

- They're very well, thank you.
- How's Adrian?

He's fine.

Is he? You don't sound sure.

- Geoff...
- I always got the idea you were bored.

With him.

Geoff, we're not
here to talk about me.

No, I know that. I just
think it's a shame, that's all.

Someone like you. Stuck
in a marriage like that.

Can we move on?

Yeah, sure. Sorry.

Okay.

Leaving aside Veronica

and the four other women whose
deaths you were convicted of,

what other things do you
want to talk to me about, Geoff?

There were 12 others.

Actually...

there were 15.

Jesus.

Okay. Let's go back to Veronica.

The first time after Veronica.

Is that something that
you'd like to talk to me about?

Yeah, we can do.

Thing is...

I always thought you were having

a bit of a fling with that
sergeant you introduced me to.

I need you to stay focused,
Geoff. On yourself, not on me.

I thought it were odd, the way
he followed you into that pub.

And stared at you.

And behaved so nasty
to me, like he was jealous.

- Geoff...
- What was his name? Andy?

We're not talking about any of
my colleagues, Geoff, or me...

Andy Roper.

You made him apologise to me!

He was so pushy.
Do you remember?

Yeah, well, Andy had his
suspicions about you all along,

and as it's turned out,
he was right to, wasn't he?

- You've gone red!
- Geoff.

Were you? Having
a fling with him?

- No!
- You asked to talk to me

- about other incidents that you've...
- Go knock on the door.

He knows I've hit the nail
on the head, look at him.

Unless you're
prepared to do that,

there's very little point in
continuing this conversation.

- I'm terminating this interview...
- Every eventuality.

Except the one where your
constable's been at it with your sergeant.

Don't go! I'm sorry. Janet!

- I'm not doing this.
- Fine.

- Calm down.
- Do you want to know stuff

about the others or not?

Get back in there, help calm
him down, get him back to his cell.

- You need to calm down!
- I'm not speaking to anyone else!

- Geoff...
- Janet!

Janet! I need you to calm
down and I need you to do it now.

Right, so I blew that
in the first five minutes.

And I've made a total fool
of myself in front of everyone

and now you all know
something about me

that I would really would
prefer none of you to know.

Right, well, I don't think it's
anywhere near as bad as you think it is.

And what some twisted little twat
thinks is neither here nor there.

You handled that perfectly. He
was pushing you and you stopped it.

Me and Ade have split up.

I didn't tell you because
you've always got enough on.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

Is it because of Andy?

No. No. God, no.

So...

How are the girls coping?

Look. Have a break.
Give him half an hour,

give yourself half an hour.

Don't go back in if you don't want to
but you should, 'cause you're winning.

He's going to regret that,

he's not going to blow it.

This is a holiday for him,
three days out of Strangeways.

He doesn't want to go back
any sooner than he has to.

He's admitted more to you in 10
seconds than he's ever told a Tier 5.

It's your call, but I'm
asking you not to give up.

Boss! We've picked
one up in Fallowfield.

Taxi driver, Asian lad,
20-year-old, dragged from his car,

beaten up and strangled.

Control Room say it's
absolutely kicking off down there.

I've got to go.

- Mike.
- Gill.

What do we know?

The lad managed to
raise the alarm on his radio

when he realised what
was happening to him,

so all these other taxi
drivers have piled in.

They've moved the body,
they've walked all over the scene.

We've cleared it just as
quickly as we got here, Gill, but...

Is this the parents?

Identify his family.
Immediate family.

Take them home. Explain to them
exactly what's going to happen,

when it's going to happen,
how it's going to happen

and then tell them I'll come and
talk to them just as soon as I can.

Is this the mother?

- All right, all right. Thank you.
- I have to be with him!

There's nothing you can do
for him, Mrs Madari, he's gone.

- I'm sorry, you have to leave it to us.
- No!

It's been waiting to happen!
Ever since I can remember!

This is so shit, because
of all the people!

Of all the people, not him!

God, not him! Twenty years
old! He's a baby! He's a lad!

- And you're the lad's...
- His brother! I'm his brother!

Okay.

No! No girlfriend! He
didn't have a girlfriend!

Are you even listening to
me? He had no enemies,

he didn't owe no one any money.
He were a good lad, he was...

Everybody liked him. If
you knew him, you'd get it.

He was the... the sweetest lad!

This, this was about
the colour of his skin.

We've got a mobile number
from whoever rang for a taxi.

Somebody calling himself Giggs.

He said him and his mates wanted
to go from The Sportsman pub,

which is where Yusuf picked
him up, to Irlingham Road,

which is where Yusuf was killed.

So, CCTV from the pub to
Irlingham Road, please Andy.

I want statements from anyone
in the pub, starting with bar staff.

I want a statement from the
radio operator at the cab company.

I know the family thinks
it's racist, and it may well be,

but we can't assume that.

I want details of any
rivalries, vendettas, fallouts,

grievances, grudges this lad had with
anyone at home, at work, anywhere else.

I've got to pop downstairs.

What you got?

He's written journals.
Diaries. He's just told her

he's detailed everything he's
ever done going back years.

I suppose it'd be quite a
study, wouldn't it? For someone.

I imagine so.

Pretty boring.

But I suppose it was part of it.

You know, documenting it all.

Dennis Nielsen did the same.

Only I can draw better than him.

And he wasn't consistent.

- I can write better than him, as well.
- Oh.

So they're illustrated?

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

And written in code.

I've invented a code.

I know it's weird and
ridiculous and unlikely but...

Where has he hidden 'em?
Every house he's ever lived in,

every car he's ever owned, has
been turned inside-out by PolSA

six months ago.

You won't find them.
Not in a million years.

How come?

So, you know, Mitch and/or Lee
will probably be telling everyone

and I didn't want you to
be the last one to know.

So, there you go.

Okay. So, you started
seeing Andy again. Again.

And then you
finished with him again.

Well, so there's nothing
to know, is there?

If you've finished with
him again. Look, come on,

you're not the only copper in history
to have a fling with another copper.

Yeah, I know that.

But I just can't stand being
the butt of other people...

- Shit.
- What?

He's just walked in.

- Has he seen us?
- Yeah.

Uh, so, um...

Evening.

Hello.

Can I get anyone a drink?

No, we're all right, thanks.

- So how did you get on with Hastings?
- Uh, good.

Made progress, after a
bit of a blip at the beginning.

Yeah. Mitch told me.

Did he?

Don't worry. Gill's had a word
with him. Both of 'em. Him and Lee.

If it gets to be office gossip,
their lives won't be worth living.

I'm assuming she knows?

Would you mind if I had five
minutes with Janet on our own?

- That won't be necessary.
- I'd appreciate it.

I don't think Janet wants me to.

- Piss off, Rachel.
- I'd rather you didn't.

Fine. Okay, well...

What I wanted to say is I think
you've been through a lot lately

and I don't want to
add to your problems.

Far from it, I want to help you.
So, I'm going to back off, Janet.

But I'll be here. When
you want me to be.

'Cause I don't think
you're in a good place

to be making
decisions at the minute.

I've waited a long
time. I'll wait longer.

I'll wait as long as I have to.
'Cause you and I both know

- this was meant to be.
- No, Andy.

I don't want you to say
anything else right now...

Please, don't kid yourself.

Why did you sleep with me again?

Why would you sleep with anyone
if you didn't have feelings for them?

You're not like that.

I really don't want
to talk about this now.

- Why don't you go and buy some crisps?
- Because she doesn't want any.

I don't think you know your
own mind at the moment, Janet,

which is completely
understandable.

I don't think that you're
listening to what she's saying.

When I want your
opinion, I'll ask for it.

Look, you might be
right. I am in a funny place

but I am genuinely warning
you not to hold your breath.

- I've got to get home.
- Me, too.

- I'll walk you to your car.
- Look, leave her.

You said you'd
back off. So back off.

You shouldn't have said that. Not
that I don't appreciate it, 'cause I do...

- You're feeling guilty. Don't.
- Yeah, but I...

Do you want to go somewhere else?
Do you want to get shitfaced? I do.

When was this?

Uh, Bristol.

So he tries to get you killed
and they're not pressing charges?

On what planet?

Uh, no evidence.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I can't even
stand thinking about it,

never mind talking about it.

I'm amazed. I'm appalled.

So, he gets his miserable
bitch of a life back together

and I'm...

Well, he'll never work
as a barrister again.

He's got a job.

He's got a job, Janet.

At some chambers up on
St John's Street. Advising.

- On what?
- Law.

- How do you know?
- I've been doing a bit of...

And he, um...

I hope you haven't
been PNC-ing anybody...

Don't be daft. He...

And like I'd tell you if I was.

So he's back, erm,
in his pinstripes,

swanning round in his
swanky flat. And me,

old, trashy, irrelevant
me, what am I doing?

Uh, screwing up
my sergeant's exam!

That was unfortunate.

Unfortunate? You've no
idea what it was, Janet!

I know, I'm sorry.

I know how much it meant to you
but I think the fact that you went back

to take care of Dom says more
about you as a human being than...

I don't want to
be a human being.

I want to be a chief inspector!

I want to be her, I want
to be better than her.

I'm going to be
your boss one day.

Good. Good. Good luck with that.

Oh, you think I'm joking.

No, I think that you haven't
had enough to eat today

and you're going to feel
like shit in the morning.

I bet you 50 quid.

Fifty quid that you'll be
calling me ma'am one day.

So keep laughing, pal.

I can call you
ma'am now if you like.

So come on, Sherlock.

Volumes, journals, diaries.

You're a psychopathic,
murdering, creepy little nutter...

Am I?

So where do you hide 'em? Bearing in
mind that PolSA's already pulled apart

every house you've ever lived in,
every car, every lorry you've ever driven.

Well, he could've buried 'em.

PolSA can't have dug up all the
gardens of all these houses, can they?

- Or do they?
- I don't know. I'll ask.

All right, what's his thing?
Like, has he got a thing,

like, why did he do what he did?

Well, he's fixated with his mother. He's
obsessed by how much he hates her.

It's really sickly,
it's horrible.

Well, obviously.

Do you know, he told
me that he, on purpose,

had his mother buried
rather than cremated

because he liked to think
about her rotting slowly, forever.

- He's a sick fuck.
- Yep.

Oh, look, here's a cab.

- What happened?
- She had something that she needed

to get off her chest. And she's
been a bit upset about it, that's all.

- Shall I get a bucket?
- Um, yeah, I would.

- And, um, a big glass of water, Dom!
- Yeah!

Right, Rachel.

I'm, um... I'm going to go now.

So I'm going to set your alarm.

6:00 a.m. Okay?

Oh, Rachel.

Come on.

Come on, it's all right. Shh.

What's happened?

Well, we deal with some
pretty unpleasant customers

and once in a
flood it gets to you.

- Is it because she missed her exam?
- No. No.

Well, partly.

Um, look, Dom, I've got
an early start myself, so...

No, no. You go.
I'll look after her.

Thanks for bringing her back.

Right, night.

You think you feel like shit?

I've got another delightful
day with Geoff Hastings.

I'm sorry. For what
I did or said or...

- Do you hate me?
- No.

You need to do it now
and again. We all do.

You're fine, you were fine.

You were just a bit upset.

- Was I?
- Mmm.

Do you know anything about this?

Ah.

- Now if that was Nick Savage...
- What?

That lamppost.

I remember now you've said it.

I did something else as well.

What?

- Have you got a minute?
- Sure.

- Right.
- Ready.

Let's do it.

Can I...?

Uh, last night...

I noticed this morning the
call register on my phone.

Um, did I...

Me and Janet got a
bit... Well, I got a bit...

pissed.

Empty stomach, not good. And...

Did I...

Did I ring you last night?

Don't you remember?

So what did I... Did I...

- Did I say anything, um...
- Rude?

Yeah.

Do you think you might've done?

Do you really not remember?

No.

You said, "Geoff Hastings has buried
his journals in his mother's grave."

- And has he?
- Don't know.

But we'll find out.

We need to find out where
the grave is, who owns it,

then find a company that
does ground-penetrating radar.

I could apply for an exhumation
order, but it'll take Theresa May

a month of Sundays to
sign the damned thing,

and anyway, it's like
you said last night,

if they are there, they
won't be in the coffin.

They'll be where he
can get access to 'em.

Anyway, we'll find out.

You should get
pissed more often.

What were that about?

- Nothing.
- Were it "nothing" about me?

Don't take me on, Rachel.

So, the mobile phone Yusuf's
attackers used to call the taxi company on

was reported lost or
stolen three days ago.

We've had a list from telecoms,
all the incoming and outgoing calls

from that number over the last
three days, since it went AWOL.

And there's five numbers been
called from that phone in that time,

as well as the one
to the taxi company.

So, I want HP actions
for those five numbers.

I want names, addresses, and then I
want all five addresses visited today.

Andy, where are we with CCTV?

Kev?

Er, we've gathered most of
it around the murder scene

and we've probably got about
50% from where he picked up

his last fare at The
Sportsman pub.

I've not done the
full viewing logs yet

but looks like we've
got the victim's cab

picking up two white blokes
at a time that fits the phone call

received by Centaur Cabs.

- Good.
- Uh, but it needs enhancing.

Well, let's make that a high
priority action as well. Andy.

Okay, thank you.

I was seeing her about
something completely else

and if you think that I'd squeal to
a senior officer about a colleague,

even if he is
behaving like a pig,

then you don't know me.

Twat.

Hello?

Just thought I'd pester you.

Nice.

- Hey, I tried ringing you last night.
- Yeah, well, I was out with Janet so...

Well, you must've seen you had
about 15 missed calls from me.

What do you want?

- How are you feeling?
- What do you want?

Picture me, if you will, in your mind's
eye, as going down on one knee...

What, straining the seams
round your backside, you mean?

Yeah, go on.

What are you doing on Saturday the
23rd of August at 3:00 in the afternoon?

You're a knob.

Yeah? Booked, paid for,

and Con Club in Royton can do
us a lovely buffet that afternoon.

Well, hell, I can't
argue with that, can I?

- So, is that a yes?
- Yeah.

But do please just bear in
mind that I probably won't turn up.

You can't not turn up for your own
wedding, Rachel Bailey. It's perverse.

Sean, endearing
as all this is, this...

drivel, can I spell it out to
you in words of one syllable?

Clever mad girl not
marrying stupid sexy boy.

- No, you are.
- I'm not.

And then, a fortnight
in Cleethorpes.

Well, I say a fortnight. It'll probably
be more like a long weekend.

- A long wet weekend?
- Well, yeah.

Well, I mean, I can't
guarantee the weather.

But rain or shine, I will be with
you every moment of every day,

not to mention every night.

What more could any girl
ask for, eh? Let's be honest.

Tempting as all this is, I am sadly
going to have to tell you to sod off.

You, lady, do not
know how to live.

CK to all patrols. House fire,
27 Chester Road, Oldham.

Persons reported.

Quebec Tango Three-two,
en route. Um, I got to go.

George!

It's not boring, exactly,
to talk about, but...

It's over and done with.

And you know what?

Being me is a private thing. It's
not really anyone else's business.

Geoff.

If you don't tell me anything,
we can't move forward

and there's no point
in us being here.

I understand that it's
complicated for you,

talking about these deaths. But
unless we make progress together,

they're going to
call a halt to it.

Now, you specifically asked to
talk to me. But you're not doing.

I told you about me diaries.

Yeah, but you don't want
me to know where they are.

- Well, it's personal.
- I understand that. And it's fine.

But unless you give me more, I
will just terminate the interview again,

because there's no point
in either of us being here.

You can't rush me.

If you want to know
things, you can't rush me.

So, in reverse order. The last
call, the sixth call, obviously,

was to Centaur Cabs where Yusuf
worked. The two calls previous to that,

and only a few minutes apart, were
to other cab companies in the area,

Lightzing Cabs
and Alliance Cabs.

So, why would you
call more than one taxi?

If they were busy.

Or maybe the first two that turned
up weren't what they wanted?

Maybe the first two drivers

didn't have the colour of
skin they were looking for.

The third call was to a mobile
number registered to a Michelle Wilson,

at an address in Longsight.
4:40 in the morning.

The second call was to Pizza
Parade, also in Longsight,

7:50 the previous evening,

and the first call was to a mobile
number registered to an Aidan Cutler,

also at an address in Longsight.
- 40 in the afternoon.

So, uh, how's Sean?

Sean's Sean.

- He's asked me to be his best man.
- What?

At this wedding.

- What wedding?
- Yours!

- When did he ask you?
- Rang me up this morning.

You don't know him
and he doesn't know you.

That's all right,
he's a good lad.

Can you imagine how very not that is
going to happen ever, on any planet,

in any solar system?

- There's only one solar system.
- So I'm shit at physics.

It's not physics.
It's astronomy.

And you'd know a thing like
that if you were sergeant material.

Sorry.

Manchester Metropolitan
Police Major Incident Team.

We're making a few
inquiries about an incident

that happened yesterday
lunchtime. Are you Michelle Wilson?

Yeah.

Have you got a few minutes?

Did what?

He rang her up at four...
whenever it was, in the morning

on the stolen phone that
was used to ring the taxi.

He was smashed out of his
head, shouting abuse at her.

It's her ex, Darren Walcott.
Twenty-four years old.

She's given us an address. And
it's the same address that we got

from the pizza place that
was rung for a delivery,

again, using the
same stolen phone.

Address, 25 Horton Road,
Longsight. What do you want us to do?

Drive past his address, let us
know what sort of property it is,

we'll get an intelligence package
done on, what was his name? Darren...

Uh, Walcott.

Darren Walcott, and a warrant.

Then we'll be knocking
on his door within an hour.

So, uh, what were you talking
to Godzilla about this morning

when you had the door shut?

Why does everyone think
my business is their business?

If you're wanting to talk to
me about Jesus the Redeemer,

you can do one.

Manchester Metropolitan
Police Major Incident Team.

- Does Darren Walcott live here?
- What's he done?

- Are you his mother?
- No, I'm his father.

- Is he in?
- Is he, hell. He's never in.

- But he does live here?
- He'll be in The Sportsman.

- Will he?
- Either that or The Shears.

- The Shears? And that's down...
- Down there, yeah.

Okay. Can we come in
and have a look around?

- Are you calling me a liar?
- I've got a warrant.

Have you checked the
cupboards in the loft?

Checked everything.
He wasn't there.

We're just making our way
round to The Shears now.

He'd have to be a special kind
of stupid to be in The Sportsman.

Don't go in heavy-handed.

Send Kev and Rach in. Tell 'em
to look like they're buying a drink

while they have a scout round
and see if they can see him.

Sorry, love, you don't know
a lad called Darren Walcott?

- Yeah.
- Has he, uh, been in here lately?

With his mate.
Just got in a taxi.

We believe the taxi is heading
south, possibly down Stockport Road,

out of Longsight
toward Rushford Park.

We need urgent back-up. We
need a marked patrol car to stop him.

Why would you let two scroty
lads get in your taxi after yesterday?

It's a different cab company,
they probably don't even realise.

Hello. Luxor Cabs.

Hello, this is Detective
Constable Rachel Bailey,

I'm with the Manchester Metropolitan
Police Major Incident Team.

Listen, one of your
drivers has just picked up

two lads from The
Shears pub, Longsight.

Do not mention the police,
but we need you to contact him

and find out his exact location.
Can you do that for me?

Move, move!

Oh, yeah, go for it, hard man. Do
you want to wake up in hospital?

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of murder.

- Get off me, you lesbian!
- Shut up, arsehole.

You don't have to say anything

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

something you later rely on in court.
Do you understand me? Shithead.

- How's it going?
- Blood out of a stone.

Hmm. It's going to cost GPR
seven grand to survey the grave.

That's the cheapest
quote I've had.

What about this? Rather
than waste taxpayers' money,

and given that it's a mad idea
that a pissed copper came up with

in the middle of the night and that
these diaries might not even be there,

call me unethical

but don't you have to get the next of
kin's permission to disturb the grave?

Yeah, normally. Not in this
case, though. I can do it anyway.

Yeah, but if we ask
his permission to search

and they are in there, he's
going to go ballistic, isn't he?

Cheaper than
spending seven grand.

That is, yeah, unethical.

Sod it, go for it, try it.

Certainly not. No.

No, no. Of course not!

Why would you want to
do something like that?

Because my boss thinks that
there might be something there,

buried with your mother, that's,
um, pertinent to this conversation.

You don't touch that grave.
You do not touch that grave!

You don't go anywhere near that
grave! She's mine! That's mine!

- She's mine! She's mine! She's mine...
- All right, all right...

- That's mine!
- All right. Calm down!

She's dead and she's
buried and she's mine!

- I said calm down!
- She's mine!

Ooh, he didn't
like that, did he?

Darren, do you think you could
try and look up here, please?

Thank you.

Could you explain to me where you were
yesterday between 12:00 noon and 1:00?

- It's political.
- Is it?

Can you explain that to me?

You've got to send a
message out, don't you?

Do you? Yeah?

And can you explain
to me where you were?

It's Kill A Paki Week.

He'd got a place at
Birmingham University

to study to be a doctor.

He was just making a few
quid driving cabs before he went.

First one in the family to go.

What a waste. And what for? Why?

Because some misinformed
dickhead with the IQ of a pork pie,

who'd won 50 quid
on a scratch card,

decided to celebrate
by getting pissed and...

He just said it
so matter-of-fact.

And then, half an hour later,

you won't believe this, I
found him crying his eyes out,

because the police
surgeon had examined him.

I thought he was going
to say he'd got cancer.

No, he'd got lice.

And I'm thinking,
"On so many levels,

"your brain's not
wired up properly, pal."

How's your hand?

It's killing me.

How are you, anyway?

I'm fantastic. If those
diaries are there,

and we've every reason to believe they
are because of the way that he reacted,

we're going have so many
answers for a lot of people

who've had a lot to cope with
for God knows how many years.

What's he doing here?

It's no bother, I haven't
started cooking yet.

Cheers, Dorothy.
Give you a night off.

That'd be very kind of you.
- Pleasure.

It's nice that Janet has...

tired and fed up with...

Here she is.

What's going on?

- Andy's popped in to see us.
- Hi.

What are you doing here?

Well, I wondered about
getting a takeaway.

Your mum says she's not
started cooking yet, so...

- I'll pay for it.
- No you won't, don't be daft.

Can we have Chinese? - Sure.

Is that all right, Janet?

I've brought a couple
of bottles of wine.

I'll get the takeaway menu. Is it
still in the kitchen drawer, Mum?

Um, yeah, yeah.

Take your coat off, Andy.

I'll go fetch it. Don't
worry, you relax.

I know you've had a long day.

- Andy, I really don't need this.
- Don't be like that. Come on.

We can have a nice
evening, all of us.

Are you all right?

Uh, yeah, yeah. I've just been shut
in a room all day with Geoff Hastings

and, um, I really would have preferred
just to come home and switch off.

I'm not going to
talk about work.

I don't know why you're here.

I've explained to Dorothy that
we've been seeing each other.

It's fine. Don't you worry
about what I think. I'm not moral.

I know you like to think I am.

Andy shouldn't be
here. He knows why.

I'm not seeing him, he wasn't invited
and, um, I would like you to leave.

Look, we've all been
working very hard lately and...

- Why can you not just accept...
- I think you'll thank me eventually.

I do. For being persistent.

You used to see each other when you
were training. At Bruche. Do you remember?

Yeah. Yeah, Mum.
Why don't you just...

- What are you playing at?
- I'm not playing at anything.

I wish you'd get it out
of your head that I am.

Takeaway menu.

Good. Thanks. You decide what you want,
go and ask what Taisie what she wants.

Can you just give
us a minute, Mum?

Sure.

Andy, this is weird.

You're coming across as weird.

I'm sorry that I can't give you what
you want. I've tried and I've failed,

because it... It's
just not right for me.

You have to accept that.

I'm not screwed up,
I'm not all over the place.

I am, potentially, more
sorted than I've ever been.

Please accept this.

I don't know what to
say to make you see.

You don't have to say
anything, you just have to...

I'd like you to leave.

We could just have a really pleasant
evening. Aside from you and me.

Andy, we're starting to
talk about harassment.

I will talk to Gill about this unless
you start to get the message.