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Get out. Both of you. Now.

Shit.

Go home, you stupid boy.

Janet, I'm sorry.

Get in my car.

- Where are we going? - Nowhere.

But I don't want to wake the whole house

and I'm not treating the neighbours to a street fight.

Get in.

You are disgusting.

Listen to me. You are disgusting.

Is there no limit? Is there no limit?

What are you doing?

Putting you in a cab and getting you home.

Oh, come on.

- Hiya. - Hi.

Bailey, give us a hand.

Anyone want a brew?

Have you spoke to Janet?

- No. - Well, she's in at 3:00.

Well, I'm due to knock off at 4:00, so we've

only got to get through one hour.

It'll be okay. Everything will.

Bailey... You are it.

You can stay at mine as long as you want.

Lee, teabag in or teabag out?

Out, after a squeeze.

- Afternoon. - Hi.

- Hiya. - Hi.

Anything happening?

No, it's all very quiet for a Sunday.

But the boss is out at a scene. We've heard nothing as yet.

Right, then.

- See you. - See you.

Bye.

Hello?

- Janet? - Yeah?

The boss just rang.

We've got to go and deliver a death message.

- Where? - Sholver estate.

Kenneth Valentine, 61 years old, six foot.

His son Phillip reported him missing at 11:00 this morning,

after repeatedly ringing him. The line appeared to be dead.

Shopkeeper putting the rubbish out the back this afternoon found his body.

Gill was saying the shop's got some old stone steps out the back,

leading to a kind of basement courtyard thing.

So he's down there.

Doesn't look like he just fell.

Looks like he was attacked.

They live together. Phillip Valentine lives with his dad

and his girlfriend. Phillip's girlfriend.

The mother's not around, by the looks of things.

They'd had a disagreement, Phillip and his dad, last night.

- Look, Janet, I am sorry. - I will work with you, but that's it.

There's nothing to say.

But when we are working together,

there's plenty to say, so you can't just sit there like a candle.

You're reading me a Missing From Home report, I'm listening.

What do you want me to say? "Oh, that's extremely interesting!

"The steps were stone, were they?"

- Hello? - Phillip Valentine?

- Yeah. - Detective Constable Rachel Bailey

and Detective Constable Janet Scott. May we come in?

Earlier this afternoon, there was a body found in Oldham town centre,

close to where you last saw your father last night.

Unfortunately, we suspect that that is your father.

- Oh, my goodness. - Oh, my goodness.

At some point, we'll be asking you to

come down and make a formal identification,

but I must tell there'll be a Home Office post-mortem on

your father's body, as we're treating his death as suspicious.

- Oh, my goodness. - What makes you think that?

Well, that's what our senior investigating officer is telling us.

I'm afraid we don't know any more than that.

How... How is he?

Sorry, I haven't been and seen your father,

so I don't have any details,

but as soon as I possibly can, I'll get you updated.

I shouldn't have left him. I left him in the pub.

What time was that?

About 8:00.

I left him in the, uh... The Packhorse.

It was getting messy, so I left him to it.

"Messy" as in?

We'd been arguing. We were drunk.

Said some bad things. Things you, um...

Things you can't climb down from, you know?

What was the argument about?

It's a one-bedroom flat. As you can see, it's not possible

for three of us to live here.

We'd spoken to Kenneth about it

weeks ago, very reasonably, and he agreed to go, but he didn't.

He made a show of looking for a place,

but not too many people want to rent properties to someone with

a Doberman pinscher.

And where's the Doberman pinscher just now?

It had to be put down.

When was that? I'm sorry. Is it Mrs Bertis?

Have I got that right?

- Yes. - Thank you.

When was the dog put down, Mrs Bertis?

- Friday. - My dad was livid.

It had a lump.

Has your dad been staying with you long?

Me and Dad had been together for a pretty long time,

then when I met Abigail...

Since then, it's been the three of us.

I had to move in because my circumstances changed.

So, your dad was staying here initially,

and then Mrs Bertis came to stay, too?

- Yeah. - And this is your property?

- Mmm. - Who owns it?

My dad.

So, it was you staying with your dad, not the other way round?

In a sense, yeah.

Phillip does all the donkey work, all the maintenance.

Can I just go over a couple of things?

How did he take it?

Upset, but in a remote way

and guilty because he went home without his dad.

His girlfriend seemed to take it in her stride.

It's rather a strange setup.

What does Rachel think?

I agree.

What are you doing now?

I was due to knock off at 4:00, so thinking of possibly heading home.

The Missing From Home officers will still be on duty, won't they?

Go and talk to them, see what they picked up on

when they went round there this morning.

Okay.

Have you done a FWIN trawl?

- No, 'cause we drove straight out. - Well, that needs to be done.

- Okay, I'll do that. - Talk to the MFH officers first.

I thought you wanted Rachel to do that.

I want both of you, you and Rachel,

Rachel and you, to go and talk to

the Missing From Home officers together, now.

Got to go. Pathologists have turned up.

- Hello, love. - Hi, Mum.

Are you all right?

I've been better.

Taisie said... She said she heard noises in Rachel's room last night.

Yes, she did.

Who was it? Taisie said it was Kevin.

I, uh... I don't want to talk about it, Mum.

I'm shattered.

I'm going to go upstairs and say goodnight to the girls and go to bed.

- Janet, is Rachel coming back? - No.

Right.

Is there no limit to what you'll do?

I'm a grown woman, Janet, I can do what I want.

- Not under my roof! - I don't remember signing anything!

Come on, I haven't done anything wrong

Taisie, who thinks the sun shines out of your backside...

Taisie is 15. She knows people have sex.

So, no, I'm not going to be accused of traumatising Taisie.

- You're married. - So were you when you shagged Andy!

Yes, I was unfaithful after 25 years of marriage.

And why bring Kevin here? Why not go back to his?

- It was closer. - What? It was what?

It was closer.

Janet, we weren't thinking. We were horny as hell,

we needed to get somewhere quickly to have sex immediately.

That's how it goes. But I don't think you know what that's like.

I've just dropped Pete at his mum's.

His wife's kicked him out, his world has gone tits up

because of your sexually incontinent, alcoholic mother.

Is that the best you've got? That I'm like my mother?

You're just like her.

Well, then let me be like her. At least she's alive.

- She's poison. - At least I don't have to be

- like your mother... - You're poison.

Who's dried up and pious and judging everybody.

- Hmm, who does that remind me of? - You're sick in the head.

You're miserable, Janet! And you're frustrated and

you're jealous, and you can't even see it.

Get out!

Oh, now I can get out.

I take it this is bad news?

You're tripping over your face.

Do you remember when my phone went and you answered it

and it was a fella asking for Suzy?

And I said it must've been a wrong number.

But you were suspicious and you wanted to ring him back.

And I called your bluff and said, "Go ahead," but you didn't.

I'd been with him in a hotel.

Last night I slept with Kevin at Janet's.

Janet walked in on us, kicked us out.

She's washed her hands of me. I stayed at Kevin's.

I don't know why I did it. Well, I do, but... Not fully.

No, I don't, I don't... I don't know why I did it.

But I did do it. I do do it.

- Is this some sort of test? - No, Sean.

I'm a very bad idea.

That... What you just said. Is that true?

I'm not going to insult you with, "I'm sorry"

because that isn't adequate.

And if you think you hate me,

I can top you.

I do hate you.

Yeah?

So I'm going to go and stay at Alison's for a couple of nights.

And... And what? You want your flat back?

Only when you've sorted yourself out.

However long that takes.

You think I want to go back there?

- All your stuff's there. - I can pack it up in five minutes.

- Okay... - I've got places to go.

Don't you worry about me.

Okay.

I'd rather sleep rough than stay another night there.

- Oh, look, drop it. This isn't a laugh. - I know.

I don't know what you expect. I've split up with Sean. I'm in the shit.

I don't expect anything. I just want to tell you...

Look at me. I just want to say to you...

Let the shit come down.

We've got nothing to lose, Bailey.

Me and you both. Nothing.

We're going to be late.

Don't come in with me.

The way Kenneth Valentine's body was positioned

is not consistent with a fall down these steps.

He's just a bit too far from them and he's got no dirt or abrasions

on his hands and knees to suggest he crawled following a fall.

He's got a boot mark, a partial boot mark on his head,

and the pathologist is saying that the way the ribs are broken,

three of them, is consistent with an attack.

The cause of death is an acute subdural haematoma on the brain,

following injuries to the skull.

- Where's Pete? - Whoever did it

made a nasty job of it.

It's likely he was lying there for up to two hours before he died.

Have we got a sighting later than 8:00?

The landlord at Baxter's said Kenneth Valentine left at 10:15,

alone, saying he was going home.

It sounds like father and son have been trailing in and out of the pubs

on Yorkshire Street since about 5:00 that afternoon.

I'm wondering if Kenneth was heading for a cab.

Where his body turned up is just off

Linwood Road, where there's a taxi rank.

Maybe he went behind the shops relieve himself.

The family's potentially of interest, isn't it?

Right. Um, Phillip Valentine moved in with his dad

after Phillip's marriage broke up two years ago.

It's a one-bedroom flat, so Phillip slept on the couch.

Last year, Phillip met Abigail Bertis.

She moved in shortly afterwards following the breakup

of her marriage.

They took the bedroom and poor old Kenneth Valentine

was consigned to the couch.

Since before Christmas, Phillip and Abigail, but my guess is mainly Abigail,

have been petitioning Kenneth to move out.

- Of his own flat? - Yes. And on Friday,

this Friday just gone, the day before he was last seen alive,

Abigail had Kenneth Valentine's dog put down.

- What? - Mmm. On the pretext that it had a lump.

But basically to get shot of Kenneth

because most landlords have a no-dogs policy.

The wrong person's dead here. Someone should've killed her.

Phillip wasn't consulted. Very upset that his dad was upset,

but still pressed for him to move out.

Huge row ensued, which rolled over to Saturday morning,

when they tried to sort it out in the pub.

Er, ends in a big slanging match.

Phillip left his dad in the pub, got the bus home, Abigail was there.

Telly and pizza. That's what they're saying.

And what are you saying?

Oh, yeah, they definitely both feel odd.

The washing machine was on when we were there,

and the MFH lad said that there was a bonfire on the wasteland

just beyond the flats when they were there at midday.

Sorry I'm late.

That Abigail seems capable of getting Phillip to do things

or go along with things.

11:00 on a Sunday morning is very early to report an adult missing.

For all Phillip knew, his dad could've picked up a woman

and gone back to her place for sex.

Um, I wonder if it's the time that Phillip guessed a concerned son

who was genuinely in the dark about his dad's whereabouts

would report it.

As opposed to a son who'd beaten his father to death a few hours earlier.

What I don't understand is why they're all crammed in that flat.

I mean, all three of them were working, it's not like they're fighting over

a penthouse in Salford Quays. It's a one-bed flat in Upper Sholver.

We need to CCTV the length of Yorkshire Street.

We need... Oh, was that pizza delivered?

We need CCTV of any pubs.

Let's see where Phillip Valentine went at 8:00 pm.

See what route Kenneth Valentine took at 10:15.

See what their argument's looking like.

Was it starting to get physical?

What did the FWIN throw up?

Some robberies were tagged, phone robberies.

On Yorkshire Street?

In and around. Between 10:00 pm and midnight, at knifepoint.

- And? - Um... Well, I'm going to follow it up.

Have you not followed it up?

Um, well, the FWIN's still open. It's not resulted in...

Violent crime in the right place, at the right time,

you've not followed it up?

Go down and talk to the robbery squad the second we're finished here.

CCTV from the bus Phillip says he took home.

Honestly, the pair of you. Beggars belief.

- Why didn't you follow it up? - Why didn't you?

- Because I went home. - Yeah.

Pete, it's plainly obvious you've got a black eye.

There's no point beating about the bush.

No.

- Are you okay? - Yes, ma'am.

How did you come by it?

My son.

I'm sure you could hazard a guess as to the grievance.

Okay. Could you try and avoid the general public today?

ROBBERY SQUAD OFFICER: Yeah, so the officers

in the fun bus, they were looking out for robberies

and this fella told them that he'd just been robbed by two lads

just before midnight. They'd frogmarched him to an ATM

at knifepoint, these lads, and made him withdraw cash.

So we were contacted via Airwaves and we drove, we had a look.

We saw two lads that fitted the description

of the robbers and gave chase.

Do you know why Rachel and Janet looked like they were reading

the news during the briefing?

- No. - Something's up.

Kevin asked not to be put with Janet yesterday.

Why?

Just inferred they must be at odds about something.

They're never at odds. He annoys her, she says so, he gets on with it.

That's how everyone deals with Kevin. Doesn't make sense.

Must be something big.

Yeah, so the tall robber, he got away, unfortunately.

I brought the other one in. Deepak Nadar.

We interviewed him. He gave a no-comment interview.

- Is he still in custody? - Well, no. We bailed him.

- What, did you get the victim to ID him? - No.

There's four or five suspected victims,

so the plan is we collate the victims, get statements off all of them

and then get them all onto a VIPER ID.

If they all ID him,

we can re-arrest and re-interview him for the lot.

We got the CCTV footage you wanted. Some of it.

- Have you viewed it yet? - We're waiting to get it all in.

- We did take his clothing off him. - Sent him home in Asda's finest.

Did you go back over the route that you chased him in daylight?

I can see from the custody record that you retained Deepak Nadar's clothing

and also that you gave him back his phone and 300 quid?

If that's what it says, that's what I did.

Well, did he say where the money came from?

Why did you give him his mobile phone back?

- We were bombed out. - Did you go through his clothing?

Robbery squad did, didn't they?

No, they didn't.

- Thank you. - There you go.

I finished it with Sean last night. Just thought you might be interested.

I used to be interested. I used to mind what happened to you.

I used to want to protect you. I used to take pride in being the person

that you trusted and didn't need to attack

and then you took the piss, comprehensively,

and now I don't give a monkey's.

I'm not impressed with the robbery squad.

Panda car mentality.

Go where you're told, when you're told and don't do anything else.

There were five reported robberies at or near ATMs on Yorkshire Street

on Saturday night. Total loss of 300 quid.

The custody officer, when he bailed Deepak, handed him back,

- you've guessed it. - 300 quid in tens and twenties.

And a phone, which in all probability is pinched.

The other pinched phones are probably still on a market stall.

Get on to POLSA. Get that chase route searched,

see what Deepak dropped, if anything. See what the other one dropped.

Okay.

The ATM that they frogmarched this victim to

is just a couple of streets away from where Kenneth Valentine's

body turned up.

- Did we get CCTV from the bank? - No. Because it was Sunday.

Well, if Kenneth Valentine's death is tied up with these robberies,

we've narrowed the timescale right down.

He was last seen at 10:15. They were identified, chased,

one of them caught just before midnight, so that's where to start.

Tell them about the pizza.

Oh, yeah. So the pizza got delivered to Phillip Valentine at 10:10

at his flat.

Mitch spoke to a lad who biked it over,

delivers there often, knows Phillip. So Phillip did go home,

whether he went out again...

- Who's on CCTV? - Kevin.

Get up! Get up!

What the bloody hell's going on?

That little bastard shagged my wife.

Well, you've just assaulted the little bastard.

You've just committed a disciplinary offence.

I'll have to report you to divisional command.

Take him somewhere till I'm ready.

Come on. Let's get you a brew.

God Almighty. You look like a pair of thugs.

Right, Kevin, in.

Would you like a coffee?

No, thank you.

Are you sure? I'm going to get a coffee from the shop.

I'm fine, thank you.

Are you?

No.

Come on.

What am I supposed to do with you?

I'm sorry, Ma'am.

You're always sorry.

I'm sick of it.

I put my neck on the line for you.

I sat there in front of the Assistant Chief Con,

the Chief Superintendent,

a Chief Inspector from the Discipline Office of Professional Standards

and God knows who else and told them what a wonderful,

committed, dedicated detective you are

and begged for the continued privilege of having you on my syndicate.

I love my job. I do.

- And it is the one bit of my life... - It's not a bit of your life.

Your job is your life.

If you want your job to be just a bit of your life,

you have to keep things separate,

but you don't seem to be capable.

You keep dragging your personal mess in here.

We keep having to deal with it.

I keep having to pick up the pieces.

You slept with a barrister.

You PNC'd the barrister's car.

Your brother murdered the barrister.

This...

This particular mess today is unacceptable, I know. I'm sorry.

But it's...

It's connected to all of it. Everything that you've just cited.

And it's the end of it.

I'm getting a divorce from Sean because I wasn't ready to marry.

I knew that when I did it.

I think you knew it, too.

And I still did it.

Bad mistake.

You know, you once told me

that you'd made a bad mistake with your marriage

and that had led to other mistakes.

My mistake,

in my personal life,

impacted me and only me in my professional life.

I didn't bring my reputation into disrepute.

I didn't bring my job into disrepute.

Okay.

Do you honestly think you have the career you say you want

and carry on living your life like this?

I'm not going to carry on like this.

Do you honestly think anyone is ever going to stick their neck out

for you ever again?

What do you want me to do?

Get back to work.

Do something clever that takes my mind off what a liability you are.

And what made me so angry about it

and hurt and...

Animally angry, basically,

is Taisie, my 15-year-old.

She worships Rachel,

thinks she's beautiful, brave, brilliant, funny...

A pinnacle, you know?

Taisie was at Rachel's wedding and...

I'm sorry, have you got time for this?

Yeah, yeah. The POLSA team is coming in half an hour, so...

Taisie watched Rachel walk down the aisle with Sean,

saw Kevin give his best man's speech, muck about in his kilt.

Took a million photos. A photo of Rachel on her wedding day

is Taisie's wallpaper.

And then,

five months later, Rachel and Kevin are shagging each other's brains out

in a bedroom next to hers.

I found her

on the landing, looking like she'd seen a ghost.

And Rachel will never get that.

She will never get what a crime that is in my eyes. And...

I don't get Rachel, ultimately.

I don't understand how someone who's so clever,

so intuitive in the job can be so devoid

of empathy elsewhere.

It's like that prank e-mail that she sent to you.

How could she have thought, on any level, that I would find that funny?

Have you fallen out before?

Not like this.

Spats, specific things,

but we've talked it through and sorted it out.

What's shocking about this is that I don't want to

and I don't mind letting her know that.

I'm actually being quite harsh and cruel with her,

which I don't even like.

It's not even like me.

It's actually

pretty lonely and depressing in itself, but I...

I literally can't stop myself.

Well, chances are, in time, you'll make it up.

- You go back a long way, don't you? - No, we don't.

- Don't you? - No.

Two years. We met here.

We were put together on a shooting in Shaw and, um,

we were, well...

We were brilliant together.

There was

a connection, which I mistook for a personal one.

I think

there never really was one.

I think now I really know her,

I don't actually like Rachel.

Lee.

Okay, "Clay" as in Charlie Lima Alpha Yankee?

Got it. Fabulous. Thank you. Ta-ta.

So the SIM card that was found in Deepak's pocket

belongs to a phone owned by Andrew Blunt,

who was reported being robbed just off Yorkshire Street

by two lads on a Saturday night.

Not the victim that reported being robbed to the fun bus at 11:50.

Blunt was robbed at 9:50.

He rang the police when he got home,

so we could re-arrest Deepak for additional robbery.

Let's give POLSA a chance to search the chase route.

How far has Janet got?

I don't know.

There were five reported victims of knifepoint robbery

at or near ATMs in the town centre on Saturday night.

- Andrew Blunt at 9:50. - I've said that.

Judith Clay, soon after 10:00.

SOCO's found Judith Clay's Nectar card

a couple of feet from Kenneth Valentine's body.

- Linking the robberies to the murder. - Exactly.

Draw up an interview strategy for Deepak.

Okay. I think I know who his mate is.

I've spoken to three of the victims and they all said the same,

big fella, shaved head, stripy top.

A robber in a stripy top?

Yeah. I've had a look.

And, although he wasn't on the system until last week,

there's a report from a town centre officer of a sighting of Deepak

with a guy called Nicholas Crossland.

And when I've looked at Crossland, he fits the description.

He's just got out of prison after serving three years

of a five-year sentence for knifepoint robbery. I've got his file here.

I just wanted to give you an update, Phillip, okay?

It's good news. We've got a positive line of inquiry.

Things are looking positive.

That's good news, isn't it?

So we just wanted to let you know.

Well, thank you.

What is the line of inquiry, if you don't mind me asking?

We're not in a position to say much more at the moment, I'm afraid,

but hopefully it won't be too long before we can.

But things are looking positive.

Did he suffer?

The post-mortem didn't really indicate he would have suffered a great deal, no.

He would have been unconscious pretty quickly.

- Well, that's something, isn't it? - Be quiet.

- Don't speak to me like that. - Be quiet!

That's Deepak on the left.

Crossland.

- Where's he living? - No fixed abode.

Very original.

- Deepak? - At his mum's.

This was filmed at 11:50.

So that's the fifth victim

Simon Cornish, if the reported timings are right.

Now, if we go back to the CCTV of Kenneth Valentine earlier on...

Leaves Baxter's at 10:15.

Goes along Yorkshire Street.

Drunk.

Turns off there, we lose him for a bit, then,

at 10:22...

Is that Linwood Road? - Yeah.

You can't see it on this image, but the shop's just on the end there.

Deepak and Crossland.

Valentine.

Stops to relieve himself, but

gets disturbed, so...

And never comes out.

Poor sod.

So, first thing tomorrow morning, we'll be carrying out simultaneous raids

on Deepak Nadar and Nicholas Crossland.

What time do you want us in, boss?

Ooh, early. Nasty early. What do you reckon, Rob?

5:30.

Hey.

Will you stop jumping out at me?

- Let's run. - What?

Let's just go. Do a bunk.

- Me and you? - Why not?

You've left Sean.

Not to be with you.

You're not part of the plan.

I mean, Sean's not either, but you're even more not.

No!

Come on.

You dragged me into that alley and ravished me.

- You did the same. - You blew me away.

- Kevin, no. - No, what?

No.

Okay, Rob, that's us ready to knock.

Fantastic. Mitch is set, too.

Any word from Kevin?

No. Still AWOL.

Speak in a bit.

Yeah, we're good to go.

- Okay. - Has Kevin turned up?

No.

I killed him, so I could be arresting officer.

Police!

Police! Nobody move!

Good morning. Is it Mrs Nadar?

We're from the Manchester Metropolitan Police.

I've got a warrant to search this address.

Is Deepak at home?

Shall we go in here for a sec?

'Morning, Deepak. 'Morning.

We're here to arrest you on suspicion of the murder of Kenneth Valentine.

And also for a number of robberies.

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.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence against you.

Are you decent?

- Do you want to get out of bed for us? - No.

I'm not decent.

No one at home.

- It's fresh. - Someone has been here recently.

Okay, well, have a good look round. See if Crossland's been there

and see if he's left anything of interest.

- All right. - Hi, Rob, it's all systems go here.

We've got Deepak and we're searching the house.

Well, you've had more luck than Mitch.

Crossland wasn't there?

Where's Nick, Deepak?

Nicholas Crossland? Your big pal with the shaved head. Where is he?

I don't know.

Deepak,

you've not got a criminal record

and you're obviously not the brains behind this

so, if you cooperate with us,

we'll be telling the prosecution that you helped us

and that's going to make a difference.

We need Crossland.

That is, technically, interviewing him.

I spoke to him for 30 seconds.

You know as well as I do that the CPS

will choose to count that as interviewing him.

You've eaten into our PACE time.

It could be hours before we get him set up with a solicitor.

- I got an address off him. - You got a guess of an address.

Go!

- Police! Nobody move! - Show yourselves!

Put it down!

Get him! Get him on the floor.

- Just stay down! - Get off me!

I thought you were never coming!

I never knew you were so quick on your feet.

Well done, everyone. Brilliant.

He nearly had me eye out with this jar and I'm thinking,

"Please, not me good eye!"

Three bald men slugging it out on a mattress, and the oldies won.

Up the oldies!

It had nothing to do with the fact that it was two against one?

Nothing whatsoever.

To the briefing room, please, guys.

Deepak and Crossland both checked in?

- Yeah. - Good. Well done, everybody.

I've got some very bad news, I'm afraid.

It's about Kevin.

In the early hours of this morning,

Kevin was arrested.

Internal Affairs are in the process of searching his flat

and they've begun interviewing him in connection

with leaking information to the press.

I've only just been told

and I've been told very little.

All I know is, he's been under surveillance.

They've looked into his bank records, his phone records and his computer.

And what they're saying to me is they are 100% certain

Kevin is the mole who leaked all that stuff about Helen Bartlett.

Early indications are he's talking.

He's telling them what he did.

He'll be suspended and he will be charged.

These allegations against Kevin go back months,

so we'll need to look at what work he's done over that time,

witness statements he's taken,

everything he's done in the evidence chain because

all that work will have to be redone,

otherwise it will be useless to us as evidence in court.

Janet and Rob, I'd like you to coordinate that, please.

Has anyone got any questions?

I can't see him doing that.

I can't believe he did that.

Police officers don't tend to get arrested unless they've done something.

Did anyone have even so much as a clue?

It's likely Kevin will be bailed by the end of today.

Do not contact him.

Do not respond to any contact from him.

Eyes will be on us.

I know there's been a lot going on over the past few days.

If anyone has anything to say, please talk to me or to Rob.

My door is open.

I never knew he was going to hurt anyone.

I only wanted a bit of money.

I never met Nick till a couple of weeks ago. He talked me into it.

He said we was only going to do one.

He said we weren't going to hurt anyone. The knife was just for show.

I knew him.

I knew the old man. I didn't know I knew him till after,

when it was in the paper.

He knew my dad.

I didn't know he was dead. I never knew.

This is a waste of tier three training, isn't it? He's a pushover.

I was kicking him.

I don't even know why I was doing it. I just got into it. It was horrible.

I've never done anything like it.

I wish I'd never met him.

Wish you'd never met who?

Nick Crossland.

- No comment. - Any progress?

If only.

No comment.

Were you in Yorkshire Street on Saturday night?

No comment.

We've had 11 CCTV sightings of you between 9:00 and 11:50

in and around Yorkshire Street. Can you confirm that you were there?

No comment.

This is a very boring film.

The other lad was lovely.

I thought Janet was gonna have to ask him to shut up.

So we found a boot in the rubbish behind a property

that you were staying at in Bracknell Way

that matches a boot mark Kenneth Valentine had on his forehead

when his body was found.

So we're going to swab those boots and I expect to find your DNA inside them.

Is there anything you'd like to say about that?

No comment.

Four out of five robbery victims

identified Crossland and Deepak on the video identity parade.

That'll do.

Let's charge the pair of them.

Let's go to the pub.

I'm not being very productive.

Exactly. Come on.

Okay. Janet?

Yeah.

Rach?

No, I think I'll just go home.

I didn't think you'd come.

No.

How did everyone take it?

We took it badly, Kevin.

We were sickened.

Who did you blab to?

Dave Packham.

Dave Packham?

He's scummy.

He doorstepped those schoolgirls.

I know.

So why?

'Cause I was sick to me stomach with the boss.

The way she spoke to me. Same with Dodson.

That look that they get, or that tone.

Like I'm an incapable piece of shit that's just being tolerated.

And you know what I'm talking about, so don't tell me that you don't.

When she told me I'd failed me sergeant's exam,

she basically said I didn't deserve to be on MIT.

Dave Packham approached me.

He was friendly.

We had some drinks.

He was interested in me. He asked me things.

- About Peveril Street? - Yeah.

Did he pay you?

Not that time.

And did you honestly think you were going to get away with that?

It felt like I was getting one over and then I couldn't make it stop.

- Getting one over on who? - Everything.

On Gill?

That isn't what you did.

You stuck it to Helen, you stuck it to all of us.

Will you say sorry for us?

To Janet? And Mitch.

And Lee. And Pete.

Will you tell them I'm sorry?

All this running away nonsense.

Did you think that we were going to go down in flames together?

Because I have no intention of going down in flames with you or anybody else.

I know. I know.

It's just...

You're a wrong 'un and I'm a wrong 'un.

No.

No, no, no.

I'm a fuck-up, you're a twat.

I'm sorry.

I'm going to go.

Yeah.

Thank you for coming.

I will tell them.