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(soft instrumental music)

(sighs)

(wood creaking)

- Hello?

Hello?

(suspenseful music)

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

(cat meows)
(dog barking)

(dripping)

(groans)

- All right?

- Yeah.
- Huh?

Got it.

(dripping)

-[Man] Whoa!

- It's okay.

(knocking on door)
(soft instrumental music)

(dripping)

(knocking on door)

- (groans) Your turn.

Peggy?

-[Vidya] No one's home.

-[Michael] Try another flat.

(groans)

- So you'll be here next week?

- Assume that I will be
and if I don't turn up,

take it I ain't coming.

(knocking on door)

You gonna get that?

- Have a good week.

Top flat's been empty for years.

I'm not sure who currently owns it.

Kieron, by the way.

- Vidya.

And the banging and
cursing noises are Michael.

(chuckles)

- Welcome to Coulthard Street.

- Thank you.

Is there a key holder for that flat?

Someone who could let us in?

- Well we could knock on Joe's door.

He might have access, although
I'm sure he's left by now.

Your first?

- Yes, very excited.

And nervous.

- Be good to have a baby around the place.

Hmm, he's a schoolteacher.

Usually gone by this time.

Sorry, I really should.

- Oh, no, no, that's fine, go.

Thanks for your help.

-[Kieron] Welcome, again.

(dripping)

- Any joy?

- Apparently it's been
empty for a couple of years.

Can't find anyone with a key.

- Right.

Well, that's it, we're going in.

(loud banging)

(dripping)

Hello?

Loft.

(suspenseful music)

(stairs creaking)
- Oh!

(suspenseful music)

-[Vidya] Michael?

- Go downstairs, babe.

(dramatic music)

(sirens ringing)

-[Alice] What about golf?

- Golf?

You can see me playing golf?

- Actually, I can.

Diamond-cut jumper,
those silly little socks.

You'd look quite natty.

- Ah, too many rules
and they make you tuck

your shirt into your trousers,
like being at school.

No, not golf.

- Pottery?

And before you laugh,

if done correctly it can be quite sexy.

- I don't think pottery
qualifies as a hobby.

Isn't it a craft?

- Glass blowing?

- I know you're taking the piss

but that would at least be interesting.

Tell me we've run out of stairs.

(Alice laughs)

- Hi, I'm Helen.

I'm the Crime Scene Manager.

- DI Len Harper and DS Alice Yapp.

- Okay, one P or two?
- One.

- Two for me, thanks.

- Neighbors stumbled on some mummified

remains looking for a water leak.

Female, according to the clothes.

Hard to put a date on it.

Anything between two and five years

is the current guesstimate.

(camera clicking)

- Flat on the back.

Didn't die in pain.

-[Alice] Heart?

-[Len] Heart attacks have
a tendency to fall forward.

- Pills?

- Lay back to sleep, never wake up.

- Yeah, maybe.

(grunts) Okay if I take these?

-[Helen] We've filmed, help yourself.

-[Len] Back in a tick.

(dripping)

(soft instrumental music)

- Is it her?

- Sorry, hello.

Detective Inspector Len Harper.

And you are?

- Vidya Kahn, downstairs.

- You found the body?

- My boyfriend, Michael.

We didn't know her, if it's her.

(Len clears throat)

- What do you think?

25, 30?

- Thereabouts.

- It's hard to tell when
they're a bit overweight.

- Oh, it's a baby.

- Oh, congratulations.

(officers chattering)
(dramatic music)

(shower running)

(knocking on door)

Detective Inspector Len Harper.

Hope I didn't get you
out of the bath, Miss?

- Markham, Elaine.

And it was a shower.

What's happened?

- Can I ask you if you've lived here long?

- Four years, I guess.

- Has anyone occupied flat
number five in that time?

- There was a girl, Melissa?

- Melissa Young?

- Is she in some sort of trouble?

'Cause she left years ago.

- Do you remember roughly
the last time you saw her?

I know it's early but if you could

fire up the old gray matter?

- Uh, maybe a couple of Christmases back.

Kieron downstairs, he had a drinks party.

I remember her being there.

After that.

- She disappeared?

- Kind of.

- Hmm.

So, she, what?

She comes up to the loft for some reason.

Hits her head, unconscious, perhaps dead.

The hatch would be open, no one found her?

- Obscured from view.

Someone calls out, she doesn't answer.

They close it up.

- What about the smell?

- December time?

Be cold up here.

No insulation on the roof, quite airy.

Maybe you'd get a whiff of it

on the top floor, but nothing below.

- Let's make sure we're talking

about the right person first.

Hi, it's me.

Can you check a misper for me?

Melissa Young.

Last known address flat
five, eight Coulthard Street.

Thanks.

What have you got?

- Mild titillation.

(officers chattering)

(cellphone ringing)

- I'll take it outside.
- All right.

- Yeah, hello?

- Detective Inspector Len Harper.

- What do you want, pig?

- Is there a grown-up home?

- How do you know this ain't my flat?

- Well, property prices.

Plus the spots on your chin
are a bit of a giveaway.

- Who's this?

- No one, I'm dealing with it.

- Where's mum and or dad?
- Work.

- Uh-huh.

Can I trust you to pass this on?

Be grateful if they could call me.

-[Adam] What's this about?

- Well one of your
neighbors has discovered

human remains in the loft.

A body.

- Serious, what, like a murder?

- I'm not sure yet.

(clears throat)

- Okay then, yeah, thanks for that.

Cheers.

She wasn't reported missing.

- After two years?

How's that possible?

- Maybe no one noticed she was gone.

(intense music)

- Hi.

- Interesting one.

The afternoon update on the
police press line includes

a seriously decomposed body
in a residential property.

- Seriously decomposed,
is that a medical term?

- I think they meant to say severely.

Sounds gruesome, either way.

- Uh ...

Okay.

Yeah, I'll play.

Get on it.

- You can do it yourself
when you get home.

-[Radio] Was to make sure customers

could pay back what they borrow.

And Rebecca Pike will
have more on this at 5:30.

- The police were here?

- They stumbled on your
dirty little secret, Joe.

The body you stashed in the loft.

- What are you talking about?

- Melissa Ann Young, born June 1980.

Owned the flat outright,

inherited it from her mother,
who passed four years ago.

No employment since 2005.

Utility bills all covered by direct debit.

No brothers or sisters but yes to an aunt,

deceased and a solitary
living cousin in Aberdeen.

- Very much living alone, then.

- Someone must have noticed that

she wasn't around any longer.

- 10, 20 years ago perhaps.

But today?

- No, sorry, I don't buy that.

You can have all the
internets and headphones

and home shopping you like,

but people still interact
with one another.

That's not a generational
thing, it's human nature.

- We've searched online,

networking sites and found nothing.

Do we have anything that suggests

this is an actual crime scene?

- Not without cause of death.

- We have mummified remains.

So, sorry to disappoint you
but unless the pathologist

comes up with a bullet hole,
it's not a murder, Len.

- Why would that disappoint me?

- Because you're looking for an excuse

to extend your leaving date.

Oh, no, Len, please, please don't leave.

Not until you have
solved this case for us.

- So who is that even supposed to be?

(laughing)

(eerie piano music)

- Damn thing!

Thank you.

- Evening, Joe.

Is it true?

They found a body?

- Apparently so.

- Awful business.

- What was her name again?

- Melissa.

- Of course, Melissa.

I often wondered what happened to her.

- Met the new lot yet?

- No, I'd call round, but dinner's on.

Are they nice?

- Yeah, I've only seen her.

She's pregnant.

- Interesting.

With any luck that might be enough

to drive the lesbians away.

- Peg, it's me.

Where the hell are you?

It's dark.

(sighs)

Call me back, will you?

Let me know what time you'll be home.

- Why didn't you spin it?

- Well the washing
machine's spraying water.

Everything's shit!

Nothing works properly.

Oi.

Have a lie down, I'll finish that.

- I can't, no bed.

- That was my next job.

("I Am The Resurrection"
by The Stone Roses)

♫ Down down, you bring me down

♫ I hear you knocking at my door

♫ Don't care where you've
been or what you plan to do

(blows raspberry)
- Whoa!

Hilarious.

- Bad taste?
- Yeah, a little bit.

Little bit.

Mm.

You look good in a mask.

(Patricia laughs)
I mean, no.

That didn't sound right.

- So, who was she?

- No one really.

I moved in here a few
months before she left.

Well, although apparently
she didn't leave.

But it's not really a story.

- A neighbor decomposes
in your loft for two years

and that's not even worth half a page?

- No, it's tragic, it is sad.

But I just, I wouldn't say
it's of public interest.

- Tell me this isn't what I think it is.

- That depends what you think it is.

- Are you worried about
property prices, by any chance?

- Um ...

All right, well that's not

the reason I don't want to run it.

But if we, if we did and it goes online,

if we ever looked for a house together,

you know, a decent one,

your place and this place combined,

we'd need as much as we could get.

- You do realize that this
is bordering on commitment?

- Well, I'd hate for you
to die old and alone.

- Aw.
- Aw.

(laughing)

(paper rustles)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

- It's good of you to
come in, Mr. Sellers.

I would've been happy to come

and visit you at a convenient time.

- I'm on my way to work,
it's not a problem.

- Oh, what's your profession?

- Teacher, Maths.

- Oh.

I'm more on the English side myself,

different side of the brain apparently.

Some people can do both, not many--

- If we can wrap this up in 20 minutes,

I could still make assembly.

- How long have you lived at number eight?

-[Joe] 15 years.

- Oh, so you first met
Melissa when she moved in.

That was 2008?

- Thereabouts.

I knew her mother before then.

- Oh, that's right.

She inherited the flat.

- I didn't have much
time for the daughter.

- How about your wife?

Sorry, are you married?

- No.

I live alone.

- Did Melissa have many
visitors to the flat?

- I'm in the basement,
she was at the very top.

If she had company then I
wouldn't have heard them.

- You must've seen her
coming and going with people.

Friends?

- Not that I can remember.

- In three years?

All that time and no one
even presses her buzzer?

-[Joe] Perhaps no one liked her.

- That's quite a harsh
statement, Mr. Sellers.

- Why?

Because we're not supposed
to speak ill of the dead?

I didn't like the girl!

And I don't see why I should pretend

that I did just because she's gone.

I think everybody would agree that

the house is greatly
improved by her absence.

- The problem we have here is that

there's literally nothing to work with.

After a month of swelling,

the gases build up and
the body just bursts open.

Everything on the inside
ends up on the floor.

-[Helen] Gross.

- Entry wounds will typically
be found in the stomach area,

but as you can see
that's where she popped.

- So she could've been stabbed?

- Possible.

There's no bullet so she wasn't shot.

- Strangled?

- Again, possible.

There's no eyeballs to
determine suffocation.

- We know she hit her head.

- I had a good look but
there's nothing on the skull.

It might have cut her
but it didn't crack her.

She was also on a repeat
prescription for alprazolam.

Four milligrams.

- Depression?
- Anxiety.

You can't really OD on it

but mixed with a lot of alcohol

it could get you into trouble.

- Can we find out what was in her system?

- No soft tissue, no toxicology report.

Unless you can find something
at the scene to steer me,

I'm not gonna be able to
tell the coroner very much.

- Hold the door?

Cheers.

Mr. Sellers?

- That's right.

- Michael Jenson.

St. John's Secondary,
you taught me in 2003.

- Oh, yes, yes.

Michael, hello.

- How the hell are you, sir?

- I'm very well, thank you.

And you?

Are you, you delivering something?

- I live here.

We just moved in, second floor.

- Oh, welcome.

- You got the garden flat?

That's so cool.

We really wanted a garden flat

but they're rare as rocking horse shit.

Guess I'll just have to play

my music so loud it drives you out.

There's that face.

Oh, I remember that face.

I'm just screwing with you, sir.

Uh, Mr. Sellers, Joe.

Which one is it?

- Whatever makes you most
comfortable, Michael.

- See you around, Joe.

Knock if you need anything, yeah?

- I'm home.

- I hope you're not expecting me to cook.

-[Kieron] Oh, we'll
get someone to deliver.

-[Patricia] Oh yeah, pizza.

-[Burrows] Right, nightclub shooting.

Okay, we've got the same three names

coming up time and time again now.

I don't want to pull
anyone in until we're done

with the witness interviews,

so that means cracking
on with them all day.

If we need extra resources,

we can ask for them.

Let's just keep the pace up.

Right, any other business?

- Melissa Young?

- It's the body in the loft.

- I thought we were handing
that back to uniform.

- Still feels a bit unanswered to me.

- Most likely scenario
right now is a suicide.

- If you're going up into
the loft to kill yourself,

you carry a length of rope, don't you?

- She was on anti-depressants.

- Then she should've been feeling better.

- Okay, what does the pathologist think?

- Well, he can't point us either way.

I just think it's worth having
another look in the flat.

Maybe she died there and
was moved up to the loft.

If we can prove that, we have a murder.

- Did you see the picture of her?

Len, this woman was not
carried up a ladder.

(officers chuckle)

- I still think there's a little work

to do before we shut it down.

I haven't spoken to all the neighbors yet.

- Len, you're retiring,
it's your last day.

No one's gonna give you
anything else to do.

So you can either, I don't know,

go out and buy everyone
a nice tray of cup cakes,

or you can scratch your head
over this till five o'clock.

It's your choice.

- Moss, flat two?

- Yeah, yeah, that's right.

- Detective Inspector Len Harper.

I gave my card to your son, I think.

It's about Melissa Young.

- Why don't you go ahead?

I'll see you there.

- You sure?

- Yeah, you go on.

Come on in, Detective.

-[Len] Have you been here long?

- August 2010.

I separated from my wife

and I needed somewhere with two bedrooms.

I have a son, Adam, he was 14 at the time.

- So you knew Melissa then?

She was very much around
when you moved in.

- I met her a few times.

She was quite shy.

- Did you ever see anyone with her?

A friend? A boyfriend?

- Not that I remember.

I'm afraid I'm not the most
sociable of people either.

You know, I work, I come
home, I go back to work.

- You live to work or work to live.

Isn't that the saying?

- Something like that.

- Do you ever go in the loft, Mr. Moss?

- Loft?
- Hmm.

- I rarely venture
beyond the ground floor.

I used to be a crime correspondent.

Dealt with your guys all the time.

Cynical bunch.

Usually a lot younger than you, though.

No disrespect.

- None taken.

- So you must be treating
this as a murder.

- Whenever there's a
body, we get called out.

- Hmm.

But I mean, if there's no evidence,

no suspicious circumstances,
don't you then pass it on?

- Only when I'm satisfied.

- Hello?

Oh, it's you, Detective.

There was a locksmith here
earlier, they fixed the lock.

- I have the new keys.

Could I leave you one?

Always good to have a key-holder on site.

- Of course.

- Come on up.

- What are you looking for?

- I'm not sure, if I'm honest.

You know what's missing?

A computer.

Young woman, living alone, no computer.

Does that sound right?

- I don't know.

Maybe not.

- She's got one of those boxes though,

the things that give you Wifi?

- A router?

- See there's no, no mobile phone.

Which makes it hard to find
anyone who even knew her.

- I wish I could help you,

but we only moved in this week.

- That's right, of course you did.

Who did you buy from?

- That's his email and Skype address.

He lives in Canada now.

My dad dealt with it
all but I think he spoke

to him a couple of times
when he bought the flat.

- Richard Webb.

Thank you, very helpful.

How much longer?

- Eight weeks, if it's on time.

How many do you have?

- Oh kids? None.

We never did.

My wife, she died last year.

Not that we were still trying.

Too old.

- I'm sorry about that.

(Len clears throat)

- Could I impose on you
for another five minutes?

I have an experiment I want to try.

- Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

- There you are.

Give me your car keys.

Come on, quickly.

You're coming with me.

- Just so I know.

This is the bit where you drive me

to some godawful pub
where everyone's waiting

to pour drinks down me
and say insulting things

in a good humored way, yes?

-[Alice] Yes.

(patrons chattering)

(officers cheering)

- Come on, sunshine.

Get the old man a chair
before he puts a hip out.

Come on, mate.

- Ta-da!

Mind your heads.

- Well, thank you.

I wasn't expecting anything.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Just open it, you old tosser.

(laughing)

- Oh.

(officers laughing)

Oh wow, it's a bow and arrow.

- Yeah, we booked you a set of lessons

so you can't duck out of it.

- Well okay.

I guess I'm going to be an archer.

- Len Harper, everybody.

(officers applauding)

The oldest bastard I ever worked with.

(laughs)

- Cheers, cheers.

Promise me, you won't hand this back.

Something happened up there.

Someone did that to her.

Hm?

- Come on.

Look after yourself, Len.

(birds chirping)

- Michael!

(suspenseful music)

I told you we're not supposed
to hang it out there.

What's the matter with you?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

- Liz Fletcher.

- Luckily they spared me the stripper.

Probably thought I was so
old it would've killed me.

Remember that stripper at your leaving do?

She was uncomfortable.

You know, didn't fancy the idea of

stripping in a bar full of coppers.

Who would?

(chuckles)

-[Speaker] Dr. J.
Hamilton, Dr. J. Hamilton.

- Hey, Alex.

- Uncle Lenny.

Hey, how's Dad?

- Oh, pretty good, all considered.

Are you going in?

- Yeah, just waiting for Mum.

She thinks he likes to see us together.

- I'm sure she's right.

Can you help me out with something here?

Why would someone not have

a personal profile on the web?

- Loads of reasons.

Data privacy.

Anonymity.

Dodgy past.

Lack of mates.

- Wouldn't that be a way to make friends?

- Nobody makes friends online.

It's just a place to show them off.

- Interesting.

- Is this a work thing?

- No, no, just looking to,
you know, reach out and--

- I'll be your friend.

- Careful, I might take you up on that.

(TV chattering)

(door unlocks)

-[Joe] It must be the new
people in my parking spot.

- We're out of black pepper.

I put it on the list.

("Flood And A Fire" by Gemma Ray)

♫ Hittin' it hard night after night

♫ Day after day, you know it ain't right

♫ Slow as a glass, you're slipping away

♫ You're a flood and a fire

-[Elaine] Pick up the phone, coward.

Pick it up and talk to me.

(sobbing)

- Alice.

- Jesus, Len, what are you
doing creeping up on me?

- That wasn't creeping.

- You came out of nowhere
in a creeping fashion.

- Sorry.

- Well what do you want?

- Melissa Young, there's
something I forgot to--

- We've handed it over to uniform.

- Already?

Uniform are just gonna ignore it.

- If they've got any sense, yeah.

No one's gonna kick up
a fuss about this woman.

- Right, well, if you think that's.

- You've left the force.

You shouldn't really be here, Len.

You know that, right?

You're retired.

- Yeah, sorry.

-[Richard] Hello?

- Mr. Webb?

My name's Len Harper.

Apologies for contacting you
out of the blue like this.

You formerly lived at flat four,

number eight, Coulthard Street.

Is that correct?

- Are you a cop or a lawyer?

- Is it that obvious?

- Formerly lived at?

People don't actually talk like that.

- 32 years service with the force.

But no accusations, I promise.

It's regarding a former, sorry,

ex-neighbor of yours, Melissa Young.

- Yeah, Mel, what about her?

- I'm afraid she's passed.

- Christ.

Sorry, one second.

(door closes)

When?

I mean, what, what happened?

- Well, that's proving a bit tricky

to determine at the moment.

I spoke to some of the other
residents in the block,

but they couldn't offer much help.

- Yeah, I bet.

- Why do you say that?

- They're not what you'd
call a friendly bunch.

As far as I was concerned,

they were the reason she moved out.

- I'm not so sure she ever
did move out, Mr. Webb.

Her remains were discovered in the loft.

She'd been there for quite a while.

- Well ...

What was she doing up there?

- Well that's what I was
hoping you could help me.

Did anyone ever have
reason to go up there?

- No.

Well, every once in a
while someone would try

and store bits and pieces up there,

but Joe always put a stop to that.

- Joe?

- Sellers, basement flat.

Son of a bitch.

Open your window too wide,

he'd stick a note through your door.

He and Kieron had a bust-up over the loft.

- Kieron Moss, ground floor?

- Yeah he moved in with a ton of stuff,

he had no room for half of it,

so he chucked it up in the eaves.

But him and Joe almost
came to blows over it.

They got to the brink of
court action and everything.

- Did Melissa have any friends

in the area that you knew of?

Relationship?

Regular visitors?

- She wasn't what you'd call outgoing.

If you talked to her on
the stairs, she was lovely.

She'd invite you in, do anything for you.

But she wouldn't exactly, what's the word?

She wouldn't initiate anything.

Do you know what I mean by that?

I think I'm beginning to understand.

Miss Khan.

- Detective Harper.

- I'm sorry to bother
you but I appear to have

come out without the
keys for Melissa's flat.

- That's okay, you can use mine.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- Moving in?

- Kind of, yeah, for a bit.

- You're not Mary's
daughter, by any chance?

- Melissa, yeah.

- Hi, I'm Richard.

- Hi.

- I know she'll be pleased to see you.

(suspenseful music)

-[Melissa] Mum?

- What are you playing at, Len?

(loud thumping)

Hello?

(loud smack)
(groans)

(dramatic music)

Come on!

Oi, come back here!

(groans)

(dramatic music)

- We all present an image to the world.

Most of us smile and say
everything's fine when people ask,

especially when it's not.

I'm sorry if we can't
help you any further.

- I didn't want to threaten anybody.

- Just, it all got out of hand.

-[Woman] What if it was someone from here?

From one of the flats?

- Why would one of her
neighbors want to kill her?

(dramatic instrumental music)