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-Wait for it.
Wait for it, Sezza!

Here we go! This is me!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo! Come on!

I love that! Look at those!

Whoo!

Nan, Kate.

-A burka?

Oh, bloody hell, Anthony.

-IQ know. Brilliant or what?

Whoo!

Whoo!

Oh, sod this, I am getting up.

Come here. Here, grab a picture.
Grab a picture.

Whoo!

-Yeah! Yeah!

-Whoo-hoo!

-Oh, go on, Anthony!

-Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Whooooo!

-No way that were
a burka, Anthony.

-It bloody were!
A women's-lib burka.

I wrote an essay about it,

Said it's diabolical,

women being forced to
wear burkas,

so I'm revolutionising them.

Me tutor failed it,
said it were too extreme.

I said, "I'm not racist.

Me stepdad's Muslim,
for a start."

-Imagine I try put
your mother in burka.

-And I thought it were
a lovely dress, Anthony,

whatever it were.

-Ah, thanks, Nan.

Right, come on.
I'm taking you lot to Soho!

-Well, not tonight you won't,
sweetheart.

We have got a bus to get home.

-Oh, yes.
-Come on.

-Let's go.

-We made it. Come on.

Well done, love.
I were so proud.

-Shove over, Calvin Klein.

Anthony Walgate's coming!

-When'll we see you again?

-Anytime.
You know where I am.

-Hey, nowt to stop you coming up

and seeing us every now
and again, you know.

-Yeah, there is.
It's called Hull.

Anyway, Mum's moving down here.

-Yeah, well, Sami'll not
move to Hull, will he?

Here, Anthony, son, take that.
Take care, love.

-Aw, thanks, Sez. Thanks.

And have a belting holiday.
-You bet.

You be up in good time
on Sunday.

-Oh, please.

-Bye, Sezz.

-Bye, babe.
-Bye!

Love you.
-Love you, too!

Oh, shit a brick!

-Anthony.
-I've bolloxed me hair up.

-Do you know what time it is?

-Just come over and sort it out,
can you?

I'm not sure I like this shade.

-That's your natural colour.

-Why can't I have your colour,
China?

-'Cause you'd look like a twat.

-Oh. Hello, hello.

Looks like I might have a gig.

-Bloody hell, Anth.

-I'm only doing it now and then,
aren't I?

When funds are low.

-There are other ways
of making money

-What? Like you two,
handing out leaflets on

Oxford Street
for fiver an hour?

-This is money for old rope.

-It's risky not knowing
who you're

hooking up with
until you get there.

-Yeah, you were bricking it
that first time.

-Yeah, piece of piss in the end,
though.

-But suppose you met someone,
got into a relationship.

-What? Like when I'm 60?

-No, seriously.
You'd have to quit then.

-Oh, my God.

This one's offering me 800 quid!

-You are kidding!
-Who is it?

-Says his name's Joe Dean.

-Jesus Christ!
He's no oil painting, is he?

-Yeah, for 800 quid, who cares?

-And 28, my arse!
40 more like!

-Yeah, so?

I told him I'm 18
'cause he's into twinks.

-At Barking?

How could someone from Barking
afford 800 quid?

-Yeah, no offence, if he's got
that kind of money,

he'd go for high class.

-Oy! I'm high class!

I will ask him, though.

You got...that...

kinda money...

how come...you live...

in a shithole?

-Seriously, Anth,
I'd give him a miss.

-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
He's answering.

"Don't live Barking.

House-sitting for mate
who gone South Africa."

-It just sounds dodgy to me.

-Anyway, you decide to do it,
do the usual.

Let us know when, where before,
and that you're okay after.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Come on.
Have you got the keys?

-Come on, get your arses
in gear.

-Alright, shut up, Paul.

Have you got your passport?
-You had?

-No, I didn't. I-I had mine.

If you've left it in Essex,
I will bloody kill you.

-Oh, you idiot! Come on.

-Mum...hold on.

It's for tomorrow.

-Oh. Where's me flowers?

Thought you got me garage
flowers for me birthday.

-I would have done
if you'd have stopped in Hull.

-Prick!

-Ambulance. What's the address
of the emergency?

-Cooke Street.

There's a young boy, looks like
he's collapsed outside.

-Outside of which number?

-160 to 168.

-Okay. What area?

-Barking.

Looks like he's had a seizure
or something or --

or just drunk.

I was just driving past.

-Okay, what number
are you calling from?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello. We got cut off there.

Can you confirm
the location, please?

You said
160 Cooke Street before?

-Yeah. Sorry. Yeah, 160.

-Yeah, you said you were
driving past

and you saw the patient
lying there?

-Yeah, I was just -- I was just
driving out of my car park.

-Oh, your car park's there?

-Yeah, and I got out of my car,
had a look at him,

called you,
and got back in my car.

-Okay, well,
thanks for letting us know.

We'll get someone
there as soon as we can.

-Come on, come on.

-I'll never get it, Sami.

-Try.
-I'm trying.

Come on. You can do better!

-Oh, bollocks! I cannot.

This is beautiful.

-Only the best for my wife.

Mwah! I'm gonna show you
more dance now.

-Sami! What you doing?

-No, but this dance
makes this go off.

-Oh, I like this dance.

-Pupils are dilated.
-Whereabouts?

-Just on the side, on the right,
around the corner.

-Thanks.

-Stephen Port?

-Yes.

-Met Police,
Barking and Dagenham.

A 999 call was made by a mobile

registered to you
at this address.

Was it you?

-Yeah.

-May I come in?

I was coming back
from my night shift

and, uh just
saw him lying there.

-And where do you work, sir?

-Bus depot, West Ham.
I'm a cook.

Thought he must have had
too much to drink, you know,

a seizure or something.

-And did you recognise
the man at all?

-No. Never seen him before.

-And did he appear to be
dead or alive?

-Alive, I thought.

-Alive?
-Yeah.

He was making noises.

So I sort of jogged him,

see if I could
make him come 'round.

Uh, he didn't,
so I-I moved him a bit.

-You moved him?

-Yeah. I just sort of propped
him up against the wall.

-And why did you do that?

-Just thought it would be
a better position

for coming 'round and that.

-I see.

And after that?

-Uh...called 999
and, uh, I came inside.

I was knackered,
so I went straight asleep.

And, uh, next thing I know,
you're knocking.

-Anthony! You there?

-Any luck?

-No.
I've been knocking and knocking.

Tried calling him.

If his phone was inside,
I'd hear that stupid ringtone,

wouldn't I?

-Yeah,
unless his battery's died.

-He'd have charged it, Kiera.
It's been two days.

I think we should report it.

-Yeah, okay.

-What's the name, please?

-Anthony Walgate --
W-A-L-G-A-T-E.

-And do you have
his home address?

-He lives in a flat above here,
number 61.

-That's handy.

If you need a copper.

-What is it?

-A person by
that name's been found.

-Found?

-Found dead.

-Hi. Um, is Sarah Sak in?

-No. I'm Sarah's sister.

-Right, sorry, but this is
the address I was given for her.

-Yeah, she did live here
for a while.

She's on holiday in Turkey.
Can I help?

-Well, it's about her son.

-Sarah. Yeah, it's me again.

Can you call me back
when you get this?

Oh, God, it's Tom.

Hiya, Tom.

We were about to come 'round --
-Yeah, it's alright. I know.

At least I think I do.

-What do you mean?

-Copper come 'round.

She says, "We've had a message
through to say

your brother Anthony's dead."

-Brother?

-I said, "I haven't got
a brother called Anthony.

I've got a son by that name."

She says,
"Well, it'll be him then."

-Jesus.

-Where's Sarah?

-She's away with Sami.

I can't get hold of her.

What else did the police
tell you?

-Just that a-a-a member of
the public had found him dead.

-Yeah, that's what she told us.

-Yeah, alright.
-Let's see what happens.

-I'm Detective Sergeant
O'Donnell.

This is DC Slaymaker
of Barking and Dagenham CID.

I believe you, uh,
knew the deceased?

-He was my mate, yeah.

-Right. Come on.

-Where d'you get a key?

-Uh, landlord.

Do you want to set up there?
-Yep.

-I, uh, understand Antony
went to Barking to meet someone.

-It's Anthony.
And, yeah, he did.

This guy called Joe Dean he'd
contacted through the Internet.

-What? Through a website?

-Yeah.
-Dating website?

-Sort of.

-So, you say it was a guy?

Antony was gay then?

Anthony. And, yeah, he was.

-So this was a, um --
a gay dating website?

-Sort of a gay escort site.

-So he was a male escort.

-No. Student, like me.

It was just something
he did now and then.

-I see.

-But there was nothing
sleazy about Anth.

He was lovely.
-Mm-hmm.

-So, what do you think happened
to him?

Do you think he was
mugged or robbed or...

-He had no money on him
when he was found.

Or phone.

-Well, I can give you
his phone number.

You could get his records,
et cetera,

get info on this Joe Dean.

Anthony showed us
a picture of him.

Bet you'd find it on there, too.
His whole life was on that.

I mean, it's not for me to
tell you your job or anything,

but do you think he could
have been drugged?

-Well, did he do drugs?

-Uh, not really.

May-- Maybe the
odd line of coke.

But, no, those -- those
are just poppers.

Loads of people take those
before a night out.

-Here.

-Presume his Mum and Dad've
been told?

-Uh, yeah, that's in hand.

-Could you ask his Dad
to call me?

-Why?

-Anthony never told him
he was gay.

Better he hears it from me
than you.

-Geez, this heat.

Oh, I love it here,
but I couldn't live here.

-I bloody could. And I did.

Then I'm in love
with mad English lady,

she takes me to her country,
where it rain dogs every day.

-Cats and dogs, sweetheart.
Mwah!

Shower, cocktail, dinner?

-You go bathroom first
or we be here all night.

-Hey!
-I smoke outside.

-Bloody hell.

-Hello?
-Paul.

-Mum.
-What's going on?

I've had all these messages.

-It -- It's Anthony.

The police have been 'round.

He's dead.

-What -- What do you mean dead?

-They found him...

They found him dead.

I can't talk about it, mum.

I-I'll tell Kate to ring.

-Oh, Jesus.

-Love you, too.

-Sarah?

-Mum.
-Oh, love. Come here.

-I still can't take it in, mum.

-Me neither.

-I've got that number
they gave me.

It -- it's for Barking Police.

-Um...I'll go give em a call.

-Barking and Dagenham Police.

-Hello?
-Yes, hello?

-Um, can I speak to Detective
Sergeant O'Donnell, please?

-And your name is?

-Uh, Sarah Sak.

-What's this concerning?

-It's about my son...

-I see. And, uh --

-He's dead.
-I'm sorry?

-He -- he was --
he was found dead.

-Are you reporting?

-No. No, no
I'm not reporting it.

You're already dealing with it.

-Detective Sergeant O'Donnell.

-Hi. Uh, I'm -- I'm calling
about Anthony Walgate.

-Right. Uh, and you are?

-Sarah Sak.

I'm his mother.

I was -- I was told to ring you
for further information.

-Sarah Sacks.

-No, no, no. Sak -- S-A-K.

-Okay. Um, we've assigned
a dedicated

Family Liaison Officer
to the case.

If you can give me your number.

-Trying to imagine
you're on a beach in Malibu?

-Alright, neighbour?
-Yeah. You?

Not seen you about much lately.

-Yeah, been busy.

Work and shit.
-Yeah.

Oh, nice set of wheels
over there.

Wouldn't be yours by any chance.

-Got an even nicer set inside.

What do you reckon?
-Another for the collection, eh?

Impressed.

-4 quid on eBay.

Bidding on another dumper truck
at the moment.

Still winning.

-You're spending too much time
on there, Stephen.

Why don't we go out one night?

-What? Soho or somewhere?

-I was thinking here, Barking.

-Who goes out in Barking?

-I don't know. Some people must.

-Not gay men.
-There's got to be some.

-Never seen any twinks.

-Anyway, who cares?
Let's give it a go.

You, me,
night in the Barking Dog?

-Easier meeting guys online,
isn't it?

Yes! One vintage dumper truck.

Mine for 6.50.

-Oh.

-Hello?
-Am I speaking to Sarah Sak?

-Yeah.

-DC Slaymaker,
Barking and Dagenham CID.

I'm the FLO that's dealing
with Antony Walgate's death.

-It's Anthony.

-Right. You're his mother?

-Yeah.

Yeah, um,
so -- so what happened to him?

-He was found dead by a member
of the public last Thursday.

-And you're quite sure
it was Anthony?

-He had his passport on him.
We're satisfied of the likeness.

-So, how did he die?

-Well, the -- the initial
postmortem was inconclusive,

so we're waiting
on toxicology tests.

-Toxicology test?

Do you think -- do you think
he's been poisoned or sommat?

-No, no, I'm not saying that,

but it should help determine
the cause of his death.

-Why -- Why was he in Barking?

-That's a matter
of ongoing investigation.

-And when you --
when you say he was --

he was found dead,
I mean, what do you mean?

Was he just lying there?

-So I believe, yes.

-Was he injured?

-There were no obvious
signs of injury.

-So what? You just think he just
dropped down dead?

A fit, healthy 23-year-old lad?

-Look, Mrs. Sak,
I understand you're very upset,

but it's important you trust us

with the necessary
investigations.

-So, where is he now?

-The mortuary.

-And when can I have
his body back?

-That's a decision
for the coroner.

I'll be in touch when I have
any more information.

Alright?

-Thank you.

-Hello?
-Hi. Is that China?

-Speaking.

-Hi.
It's Tom Walgate, Anthony's dad.

-Oh, hi.

I'm so sorry about Anthony.

-Thanks.

The police gave me
your phone number.

-Yeah. I'm glad you called.

Um, we gave
the police some information

about Anthony, and I
wanted you to know what it was.

-When did he tell you?

-When he was 14.

I was driving him
to a hospital appointment,

and he just come out with it.

I said, "I know."

He said, "How?"

I said,
"Mums just sense these things."

-So everyone else knew
except me, then?

-It was for Anth to tell you.

-Why didn't he?

-Anyway...what about
this Joe Dean?

-China's sure it was
a false name.

But Anthony showed her
a picture of him on his phone.

She's told the police all this,

but she's worried they are not
going to follow it up properly.

She thought with us
being parents,

we can insist that they do.

-Of course.

But you think the police
would have told us?

I mean, Jesus, I mean, it's like
we're bloody irrelevant.

-Bye.

-Gabriel?

-Hey.

-Good to meet you.
Take a seat.

-That's what I call a rucksack.

-Everything I own.

-So, how --
-How --

-How long have you been here?

-Mm, few weeks.

-Why London?

-Best city in the world.

-To be gay, you mean?
-So they say.

-Well, having travelled
a fair bit,

I would say that's true.

-I have a job at
a Deli in Richmond.

Guy owns it doesn't like me.

Don't even give me
packet of potato chips.

Don't pay me yet either.
-Why not?

-'Cause no bank account.

-So, um, where've
you been staying?

-Hostel.

Isle of Dogs.

-Well, like I said when, uh --
when we messaged,

I have a spare room.

And I know it was
a dating website,

but I think we both
already realise,

we're not exactly going
to be leaping into bed.

-You don't mind?

-I'm old enough to be your dad.

I'd planned to take in
a refugee anyway.

So if you want it...

-I pay you rent.

-Okay. Say...£50 a week?

-That's cheap.
-Well. my flat's a bit of a tip.

I'm doing it up.

Let's just give it a couple
of weeks, see how it goes.

-Y'alright?
-Hi, Jean.

-This is DC Slaymaker's
voicemail.

Sorry, I can't take your call.

Please leave a message
after the tone,

and I'll get back to you.

-Hello. This is Sarah Sak.

Look, I wanna know what's going
on with the investigation

and when I can get
my son's body back.

I mean, do I need to come down
there and get it or what?

-Hello?
-China.

Hi, love.
It's Anthony's mum.

-Oh, hiya.

-Look, you heard anything
from the police?

-Uh, no, have you?
-Nothing.

They've given us
this Family Liaison Officer,

but I can never get hold of him.

All I know is what
you've told Anthony's Dad,

about him going to meet
this Joe Dean

he'd met off the Internet.

-Right, yeah.

Well, surely they can
track this guy down.

-Yeah, you'd think so.

-I was thinking,
if they haven't got his phone,

maybe they could get him from
the from the dating website.

Do you know what it's called?

-Um...Sleepyboys, I think.

-And, um -- And did Anthony
use his own name?

-Uh, no. He called himself Ryan.

-Okay, love.

Thanks. Bye.

To find out he was doing that
with a total stranger for money.

-Yeah, but he had money,
though, didn't he?

With his student loan.

His dad used to give him
100 every month.

-Yeah, and I was always
subbing him.

So was Sami.

And you know what he was like
about his personal hygiene.

He wouldn't even get in a bath
without bleach in it,

because other people's arses
had been in there.

-Hello.
-Sarah Sak?

-I've been trying to get hold
of you all week.

Is there any news?
-Not really.

Enquiries are ongoing.

-What about this Joe Dean?
Have you tracked him down yet?

-I can't discuss
operational matters.

-Look, I don't know if you're
trying to protect me,

but I know -- I know why Anthony
was meeting that guy.

And do you know what?
I don't give a shit.

-I don't want to get into
a discussion

of Antony's lifestyle --

-It's Anthony!

And what about
those toxicology results?

-We haven't got them.

Uh, the -- the coroner won't
release his body until we have.

Although, I should probably
point out that we found drugs

in his flat.

-What drugs?
Do you mean poppers?

Poppers because they all
do them -- straight, gay.

-I'm not making any judgements
about your son being gay.

-Well, what about this Joe Dean?

I mean, he's taken his profile
off the website.

Why would he do that?

Something just seems
so bloody suspicious.

-Look if --
if my governors thought

there was anything suspicious,
I'd have been told.

It's being investigated as
an unexplained death.

That's all.

-Well, pull your finger
out and fucking explain it then.

-You alright?

-Yeah, yeah. Okay.

Still no wages, though.

So I take revenge.

-Did you nick all that?

-One night,
I make us Slovakian meal.

-It's just nice to meet people
that take sea-gull safety

as seriously as I do.

-Do you like this?
-Sure.

You don't?

-Maybe after
a few more of these.

-I have DVD we can watch later.

-Yeah? What's that?

-"Revolutionary Road."

Kate Winslet.

You know it?
-No, I haven't seen it.

-My favourite movie.

-Why?

-It's about a couple
trapped in old-fashion society,

killing them.

-Is that how it felt
for you back home?

-In Slovakia, they vote against
civil partnership for gays.

-And how were your family
with you being gay?

-My dad is dead.

-Sorry.

-Mother, brother, sister --
I mean, they love me,

but, you know,
I don't want to embarrass them.

-Mm-hmm.

-So I think best I go
somewhere else.

Here, a guy show love for a guy,

whether there is sex or no,
no one minds.

-You're a good man.

-"He hated you, mate, and
couldn't tell you he was gay.

Just took the money.

The 100 every month
just gave him drug money."

-Anth didn't do drugs.

-I know.
I texted back and said that.

And then I gets this.

"He told me he never felt loved

by you or the slag that was
his mum.

Just married a Turk,
didn't give a fuck 'bout him.

He was screwed up by you."

I told that liaison officer,
Slaymaker.

He's asked me
to forward them to him.

-Yeah, well, it's not true,
is it, any of it!

Me and Anth couldn't
have been any closer.

And to say that
we screwed him up...

-I know.

I can't get it out of me head.

Did he ever mention
a Dan to you?

-No.
-No, me neither.

Don't ring any bells
with China and Kiera, either.

So who is it?

-Look, I've no
fucking idea, Tom,

and I can't handle this
right now.

-I mean, is it some random
nutter or -- or

does he know how Anth died?

Or maybe it's this Joe Dean.
-I don't know Tom, alright?!

I don't fucking know!
Just leave me be, will you?

-You're not the only one
that's hurting over this, Sarah.

-Scarf?
-What?

-Well, we said that
you'd get mum a scarf.

-Sarah.

Sarah.

-Oh, God, I wish Tom had never

told me about them
text messages.

-No, don't beat yourself up.
-But they're lies.

They're just all
vicious, horrible lies.

-We both know that.

-I mean, how could somebody
put that in my head?

Telling me I don't know
my own son anymore.

-It's rubbish!
-I thought I knew him!

Well, maybe I didn't!

-Don't even think that.
-I just can't help it.

And I still can't get that...

I can't get me head around him
doing all that --

all that for money.

It's the thought of him
doing that, selling himself.

-Come on, now.
Don't get yourself worked up.

-And who is this Joe Dean?
I mean, who is he?

Why haven't they found him
and asked him what he knows?

-Alright, love.

Why don't we go
and get a coffee.

-I don't want
a fucking coffee, Kate!

I just want to know
where me son is!

I just want to know!

I just want to know
what's happened to me son!

That's all I want.

I want my lad back!

-We just wanted to
clarify a few matters with you.

Does the name Joe Dean
mean anything to you, Stephen?

-Not sure.

-We've reason to believe
it's a name

that you used
on a gay-escort site.

Is that the case?

-Yeah, possibly,
now I think about it.

-And we have reason to believe
that you met a man on that site

on the evening
of Tuesday, the 17th of June,

for the purpose of having sex.

Is that correct?

-Yeah, possibly.

-Who was that person, Stephen?

-Uh...

trying to remember.

-Was it the same young man you
say you found outside

in the early hours of
Thursday, the 19th of June?

-No. It wasn't him.

-Now, the name of the young man

that was found outside your flat
was Antony Walgate.

What was the young man you met
on the Tuesday night called?

-Uh...

I think his name was Anthony.

-You see, you're asking us to
believe a big coincidence,

here, Stephen,

that the man you had sex with

and the dead man outside
your flat have the same name.

Now, I put it to you that
they are the same person.

-I already said they weren't.

-And I'm asking you again,

because I'm not convinced
you're telling the truth.

Did something happen that you're
not telling us about, Stephen?

-No.

But, um...

-But what?

-Can I just ask,
for the scenario,

if it was an accident,

if he had a fit in my place

and somehow ended up there,

would it be my fault?

-Why do you ask that

if it was something
that didn't happen?

-Stephen?

-I panicked.
I thought I'd get the blame.

-For what?

-We met up, like I said.

We'd agreed that
I would pay him 800 quid,

but I didn't have
that much money on me,

so we settled on 200.

Went back to my place.

He asked me if I minded him
taking a drug

'cause he wanted
to get high and horny.

I said, "Fine."

Got some stuff
out of a brown bottle,

mixed it with water,
swallowed it.

Got quite hyper.

We had sex for a bit,
and, uh, he took some more.

We had sex again.

Uh, then he was sick,
like he wasn't used to the drug.

And he said he felt tired,
so, uh,

I suggested he go to bed,

and, um,
I got -- I got in with him.

And, um, when I got up
in the morning to go to work,

he was still asleep.

I thought he'd be gone
by the time

I got back that night, but
he was -- he was still there.

And, uh, I tried to wake him up.

Couldn't.

But I didn't think
too much about it,

you know, because,

you know, I know that drugs
can take a --

take a while to wear off.

-So, what did you do then?

-Bits and pieces.

Um, then I went to bed.

But in the middle of the night,
I touched him,

and, uh, seemed like
he was in a deep coma.

Well, that was when I panicked,

'cause I thought if people
found him like that in my bed,

they'd think that I'd
murdered him or something.

So I moved him outside.

-Was he dead when you moved him?

-No.

Didn't think so, no.

-Why didn't you tell us
this at the time, Stephen?

You realise that it's
a serious offence,

giving a misleading statement
to the police?

He's been charged with

perverting the
course of justice and bailed.

Could be six months
before it gets to trial.

-Upstairs'll be glad
it's done and dusted.

-Someone will need to
put the mother in the picture.

-Bloke is a time-waster.

He's probably sat out now
with his feet up.

-Only spag Bol, I'm afraid.

-Spag Bol is great.

John?
-Mm?

-I find another place.

Another place to stay.

-Why?

-You said two weeks.
It's nearly six.

And you go for holiday
next week.

-Is it because you want
to meet guys

and you feel like you can't
bring them back here?

Okay.

Fair enough.

So, um...Sorry.

When -- When you say
you've found somewhere else...

-Mm-hmm.
A couch-surfing website.

Guy in Barking.

-And he's got a spare room or...

-No. Just a sofa.

-How much rent does he want?

-Uh, £100.

-That's double what
you're paying me.

-Oh, it's okay.

Now I'm getting paid wages,

thanks to you sorting out
bank account for me.

-Just so long as you don't feel

like I'm pressurising you
to move on?

-It's cool. Honestly.

We stay friends, yeah?

-Yeah.

-I know it must seem strange,
us coming to speak

to an MP about all this,
but she's absolutely desperate.

-And this family liaison officer
hasn't been up to see you?

-I don't even know
what he looks like.

-And where is Anthony now?

-In a mortuary, down there.

-Why haven't you been able
to bring him home?

-They say they're still
doing toxicology tests.

Could be months before we
get him home and have a funeral.

It all just feels so wrong --

me not knowing
what's happened to Anthony,

the police not telling me
what's going on.

-Well, Sarah,
I think your concerns

are completely understandable.

I will speak to the
Chief Constable here in Hull

and I will ask him to chase
this up as a matter of urgency.

Thank you.

-Alright, neighbour.
Just me and my couch surfer.

-Ah, you're Gabriel.

Stephen was telling me
about you.

-Hi.
-Hi.

You want to see the girls,
I believe?

-Yes, please.
-Ah, come in.

-Wow!

-You like chickens?

-Yeah, usually
with side order of fries.

-No, these two
will never be eaten.

Will you my darlings?

Um, that one's Izzy,
and that's Ginger.

-And they make eggs?

-Mm-hmm. And mountains of shit.

Coffee?

So, art's your thing?

-Yeah. I like sketching.

Maybe I'll find an art course
to take.

Or look for work
as a translator.

-Still finding your feet
at the moment then?

-Yeah.

-Well, Barking's
definitely not the centre

of gay civilisation,
is it, Stephen?

-Can say that again.

-Hey,
how's it going with Stephen?

-He's...a strange guy.

-Yeah, Stephen is a bit quirky,
but he's harmless enough.

-That's what I thought at first.

But...

he's really strange.

-Has he...

tried to come on to you?

Because if he has
and you're not interested,

you just make that very clear.

-I know that.

Not easy.

Here, with you, he's okay.

When I'm on my own
and with him...

he's different.

I don't like him.

-Look, if you're not happy
in his place,

you are very welcome
to stay here.

What's your mobile?

-Right. You've got mine.

The offer's open, okay?

-New range of Transformers
in Toys"R"Us.

Die-cast metal.

Stunning.

-Hello, ladies. There we are.

-Good lad.

Off you go, Ness. Go on.

-You weren't in a relationship
with him, as such?

-No.

No, we're -- we're
just good friends.

I mean, I helped him out
with a few things.

I set up a bank account,
using this address.

-Yeah, that's how we
traced him back here.

-C-Can you tell me
the circumstances?

-Well, this is being dealt with
by Barking and Dagenham,

so we only know
what we've been told us,

which is just that his body
was found in

a graveyard in Barking.

-A graveyard?

-It's being treated
as an unexplained death.

-Alright, neighbour?

-Oh. Yeah. Okay.

-Been meaning to
get in touch, actually.

Had a bit of bad news.

-What?

-About Gabriel.

-What?

-He's dead.

-No.
-I know.

I couldn't believe it.

-But, no, you -- you said
he'd gone off

to be with some guy.

-Must have been bollocks.

Went back to Slovakia
'cause he was sick, apparently.

Got back there and went into
some kind

of medical crisis
and just died.

-God, you're kidding!

-I knew there was something
he wasn't telling me.

Must have had a virus
or something.

-Jesus! Poor kid.

So, how did you find out?

-Some guy who knew him
got in touch.

He said, "Don't go posting about
it on Facebook or whatever."

-Why?

-Gabriel's
family will be devastated.

Last thing they need is people

going on about it
on social media.

-Oh, no. No, I won't.
Obviously.

-This is DC Slaymaker's
voicemail.

-Voicemail again.
-...I can't take...

-Well, say something.

-What is there to say?

-Anything. Anything at all.

You don't talk.
You don't even mention Anthony.

-What do you want be to do?

Bawl my eyes out
or swallow fistfuls

of these things, like you?

Nothing's gonna
bring him back, is it?

-But we could still talk
about him.

It's not normal trying to act
like it hasn't happened.

-What's normal about any of
this, for fuck's sake?! Nothing!

-You don't have to
tell me that, Paul!

-And it wouldn't have happened
if it hadn't have been for you!

-What do you mean?

-If he'd have stayed here
in Hull,

he'd still be alive,
wouldn't he?

-No. He -- Anthony couldn't
be himself in Hull.

He was forever saying that,
wasn't he?

-You should have stopped him!

-I couldn't.
That's all he ever wanted.

He wanted to go to London!

-Yeah, and look what's happened!

-DC Slaymaker.
-It's Sarah Sak.

-I was about to ring you.
Why have you done this?

-Done what?
-Complained to your MP.

-Because I didn't know
what else to do.

You don't answer my calls.
-That's not true.

-You can't tell me anything.
-I tell --

-I don't know what
investigations are going on.

-I tell you as much
as I'm able to.

-When I'm going
to get Anthony home

or his clothes
or his belongings.

I mean, I'm sat in here,
in middle of fucking Hull,

in a big, fat silence,
not knowing anything except

that I think
my son's been murdered.

-What?!
You can't start saying that.

-I can and I will.

-If there was any evidence
of that, I'd have been told.

-Well, I mean, there's been
that other lad found,

hasn't there, in Barking,
in the graveyard.

-There is nothing whatsoever
to connect what happened

to your son
to any other death, Mrs. Sak.

If there was, my governors
would have told us.

But to go to your MP
and tell him you want another

Family Liaison Officer --

-Yeah, well, you're neither use
nor ornament, are ya?

I mean, have you even
done this job before?

-As it happens, no,
but I've done the training.

You've put me
in a very difficult position.

-Yeah, well, what about my
fucking position, eh?

-I appreciate
you're distressed --

-No, you don't.

You don't have the first
bloody clue about my distress!

-I suggest we end this call
and speak when --

-No, no! I want answers!

-I'm going to end the call,
Mrs. Sak.

-No, don't you fucking dare!

-I'll speak to you
when you're calmer.