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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.