Scott and Bailey s02e06 Episode Script
Mould
That lamp post.
I always thought you had a bit of a fling with that sergeant.
What was his name? Andy? Now you all know something that I really would have preferred none of you to know.
Sean.
He's asked me to be his best man.
What? At this wedding.
What wedding? Yours! Does the Assistant Chief Con know you're homeless and you had your car repossessed? You spoke to Rachel? About Adrian? Why? She's an airhead.
You said you'd back off.
So back off.
My God.
She really is green.
Or is it more blue? Green.
Mary says green.
I'd have said blue.
Green? Green.
And she's dressed in a sexy, pretend police lady's outfit.
Oh, my God! She is.
What does the fact that she's dressed like that tell you, Kevin? That she was Going to a fancy dress party.
Ah, with someone who liked her to dress up as a sexy, pretend police lady! Well done! Yes.
A lover.
Or a rival.
I'd have said a lover.
Or she were going to a fancy dress party.
Do we know who she is? Not yet.
If you look here carefully here, you'll see what looks like a phone number.
Let's get that enhanced.
My initial thoughts on cause of death.
She's got a compression fracture to the skull which has caused bleeding and massive brain damage.
The bone's gone right into the brain.
So the head took an impact with something sharp and heavy.
Did she fall and hit something or did something hit her? No, something hit her, no question.
This green - Blue.
Ignore her, she's colour blind.
Shall we compromise and call it turquoise? Is some sort of mould, which further suggests she died somewhere other than where she was dumped.
That and the lividity.
I think the costume's a bit of a clue.
She's not exactly dressed for the great outdoors, is she? What I need to know, Mary, and I know you're hoping I won't ask Right! Kit off! Let's open her up.
This is why I don't want a post-mortem when I die.
The way she chucks bodies around like bits of meat.
Is it not healing? No, I keep damaging it.
I banged it again coming out of my front door this morning.
Nick Savage.
Just can't get rid of him, can I? It's like he's in my blood stream.
Let it go.
How? He tried to kill me, Janet.
And the system I work for is just letting him get away with it.
You've got Sean.
Move on.
Hello.
Aisha Harrison? Does this phone number mean anything to you at all? It's my mobile number.
A woman was found dead yesterday, she had that phone number written on one of her hands.
Have you given your number to anyone recently? Somebody who you may have seen writing it down on their hand.
Oh, my God.
Sit down love.
Go on.
Mrs Bishop.
She works at the school up here.
Where our three go.
How well did you know her? I didn't.
She's just one of the teaching assistants.
I gave her my number three weeks ago.
Three weeks ago? She were looking for lifts to a six-a-side for some of the little 'uns.
She did write it on her hand.
Three weeks ago? I phoned any number of times, and I popped round and knocked on her door, into the second week.
But it didn't occur to me to report her missing.
I thought she'd thrown the towel in and not said anything.
Why would she 'throw the towel in' and not say anything? It's the sort of thing she'd do.
I'm going to need an address and any phone numbers she had, and her emergency contacts.
She erm She has a grownup son.
That's as much as I know.
She was divorced years ago.
What about a boyfriend? Did she ever talk about anything like that? Not to me.
Erm yeah, there you go - address, next of kin.
Shall I make copies of that for you? I knew it'd happen eventually.
She were a windup merchant, my mother.
Never knew when to stop.
Borderline personality disorder.
Only there were nothing borderline about it.
Did she have a boyfriend? There were never any shortage of boyfriends.
Recent? One in particular? I didn't have a lot to do with her to be honest.
I lived with my dad after they got divorced, so Do you have a key to your mother's house? So that we don't have to damage the door? Right, so 'Scary' Mary Jackson's telling me that Susie was asphyxiated, and death occurred between two and three days ago, but Susie was last seen alive over three weeks ago.
So where's she been? Well, she hasn't been up to much, has she, in the past three weeks if that number's still written on the back of her hand.
Moving on.
We've run ANPR checks on her car, the Ford Fiesta.
Yeah, we've got six sightings between her house in Gorton, and the field in Dob Cross where she was found dead the following morning.
Three on the way there, three on the way back.
Prior to that, nothing for three weeks.
Based on ANPR we're estimating that the car left her house at ten past two in the morning, and was back by ten past three.
Where are the keys? The car keys.
The car keys.
Were in the house.
Two sets.
One in her handbag, one hanging up in a cupboard.
We know from the school records she had a mobile phone.
We don't have the phone yet, telecoms are running off a call log.
So hopefully overnight we'll have a list of who was calling or texting her.
The CSIs found other personal items at the property handbag, purse, the house keys, the car keys, the kind of things you'd normally take with you if you were going out but not the phone.
So what's that telling us? That if she left the house, if she died away from the house, the only thing she took with her was her phone.
But why would you not take your handbag and your house keys? Why would you leave the house anyway dressed like that? She was expecting someone.
She wasn't going anywhere.
She was in the house, expecting someone, someone she was going to titillate.
And the phone's gone because whoever's killed her, took it because it's got something incriminating on it.
Do we know any more about why she were that colour? I've got a microbiologist popping in tomorrow to have a look at the photos.
Could that amount of mould really grow in only two to three days? That's the first question I'm going to ask him.
You mean heaven forfend 'Scary' Mary could have got the time of death wrong? Wouldn't be the first time, would it? House-to-house? Most of 'em didn't know her.
Those that did were using words like 'volatile', 'flighty', 'a bit of a one', and 'no better than she should be'.
She was ill.
She had mental health problems.
Any more for any more? Right! Good day's work, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you, night night.
Cheers.
Ignorant bastard.
Are you all right? Maybe I need a holiday.
What's that? What? Dom doesn't drink.
You gonna let her get away with that? Whey-hey! What you doing woman? That's premier cru! No, she's right, I shouldn't.
I've got a problem.
No, you haven't.
No, I have.
He has.
If you had a problem, you'd be wrestling her to the floor for that bottle! You'd be sucking it back up through the plug hole! Shall we drop it? What you doing Sunday? Why? Because I was thinking I might take you bowling up the Zenith.
Me, you, and the boy.
What boy? My boy.
Which boy? Haydn.
Do I know him? No, cos I haven't mentioned him yet, but seeing as you're going to be his other mummy soon, I figured it was time that you broke the ice.
You've got a kid? Yeah, he's great! He's just like me.
Honestly.
He's a real chip off the old block.
Yeah, I'm getting sick of him already.
He's such a boy.
He loves football and aeroplanes, and chewing gum and mud.
Anyway, it's my weekend this weekend, so No, no, no.
Wait.
Just hang on a minute.
You have got a kid? You're proposing marriage to me, and you've only just decided to tell me about him? Well, he's not cropped up much before.
When did this happen? About eight years ago? What? Wha-I was married to Karen.
We had a boy You've been married? Yeah, what's wrong with that? There's nothing wrong with it, I just thought you might have No, it's fine, why should you mention it? I was married to Karen, we had a baby - Haydn.
She met someone else.
Charmless creep, but I'm not bitter.
We got divorced and that's it.
You'll love Karen.
She's great, I mean, charmless creep's a charmless creep, but, you know, we're born with what we're born with.
So is that a yes, then? To Sunday? Four names and addresses of people she had phone contact with on the last day she was seen alive, so let's HP these, then work backwards.
Kenny Benedict, Wellwood Road, Gorton.
Royston Marley, Queenstown Road, Harpurhey.
Rob Bishop.
That's her ex-husband, isn't it? We're TIE-ing him today anyway.
And Ricky Glendinning.
Isn't that the headmaster? Most of it's text messages, so when you round these people up DC Bailey, MIT.
Let's get their phones off 'em and see what they were texting her.
Let's find out what they were doing when her body was being moved two nights ago.
Have we got the son in today? OK, thanks! Boss.
Kenny Benedict is downstairs, right now.
Wants to talk to a police officer.
Kenny Benedict? I'm Kenny Benedict.
Susie'd been at it with this fella.
She thought I were thick enough not to find out but I did.
So anyway, long story sideways it's him what's done it.
And you better shackle me to a wall in a very deep dark cell, cos I will kill that flashy runt if I get anywhere near him.
Can you describe to me your relationship with Susie Bishop, Mr Benedict? We were an item.
We'd been seeing one another for the best part of what four months? We were practically engaged.
She were lucky, I'm not the type of man who raises his fist to a woman.
I was heartbroken.
I didn't know what to do with myself.
What can you tell me about this other fella? He calls himself Royston Marley.
He's a painter and decorator.
He were doing her upstairs.
In more ways than one.
For which, she's paying him in kind.
Sex.
But Kenny catches them at it and duffs him over, at which point Royston decides he wants paying for his work in hard cash.
She refuses, as far as she's concerned she's already paid him.
But Royston sends her threatening texts.
He wants the cash or something unpleasant is going to happen any time soon.
Kenny knows this for a fact, because he says he's seen the texts.
Which if it's true is a good reason for this Royston to want her phone to disappear.
Kevin and Pete have gone to chat to Royston Marley.
Do you want me to Bring him in as a witness.
Let's get anything he's got to say down on tape.
Has he got a alibi, Kenny Benedict, for when we know Susie's body was being moved to Dob Cross? In bed, asleep, on his own, but he says he had a heavy session down the pub that night.
Which we can corroborate.
After which he was in no fit state to drive anywhere and certainly not in a straight line.
If only that stopped people murdering each other.
Yeah, but this is the night that the body was dropped, which is not necessarily the same time that she was killed.
So if Kenny's so heartbroken, why didn't he report her missing? He'd finished with her.
He didn't want to see her.
He claims the first he knew that she was missing was when he saw it on the local news last night.
But, you know, I wouldn't put much past him, there's a definite screw loose.
How keen was he to let you take his phone off him? He wasn't.
He swore at us.
We're still upset.
OK.
I tell you what, if Kenny Benedict is pointing the finger at me, I am pointing it right back in his face.
Cos you know he knocked her about, don't you? Eh? Robert Bishop? Yeah.
Our Gavin told me, yesterday.
After your lot had been round to his.
Do you mind me asking when you last had any contact with your ex-wife, Mr Bishop? I didn't really bother with her much any more.
Any sort of contact? Telephone? Text? No.
No, as I say I didn't really bother with her much any more.
Do you have a mobile, Mr Bishop? Yeah.
Yes, I do.
What's your number? Have you got your phone handy? Erm, I'm not sure where I've put it, just off the top of my head.
I could ring the number if it helps.
No, no.
It's probably We have a call log of all the calls to and from Susie's phone and on the day she went missing, she received a phone call and three texts from that phone.
Would you mind if we continued this conversation down at the station, Mr Bishop? Have you got your mobile phone on you at all, Mr Marley? Why? Would you have any objection to letting us have access to it for a short while? Why? You sent Susie four text messages on the day she was last seen alive.
Obviously any contact she had with anyone on that day is of interest to us.
Thanks.
Janet.
That headmaster, Ricky Glendinning? He's been brought in, but he's asking if he can talk to the lady he spoke to yesterday.
Would you mind? Both of us were there.
I think he meant you.
Yeah, cos I'm not a lady.
If the cap fits.
I was had been having a kind of semi-sexual relationship with Susie Bishop.
Which is why when you look, look at what's on my phone, it'll be apparent that's what that means.
The message.
I haven't read the message, Mr Glendinning.
Yet.
So can you tell me what it says.
She'd made a threat.
To tell my wife.
She I didn't hurt her.
I didn't have anything to do with what's happened to her.
I do want to make that clear to you.
But I'd had to give her a warning, a written warning, after a number of verbal ones.
To do with her occasional lapses in attitude towards people colleagues, children, parents.
I had to make it clear to her that this was the final warning.
And she said that there'd be consequences if I did terminate her employment.
And that she'd tell Carol - my wife.
And so I sent her that text.
Saying? That she'd regret it.
If she did say anything to Carol.
I'd been seeing her again, Susie, God knows why.
Can I come in? I'm not here, I'm in a meeting with POLSA.
I've been asked to pass on some very complimentary words from the Chief Con.
As regards the outcome of the Geoff Hastings interviews.
None of 'em are here.
They're all interviewing.
Well, that's all right.
They should hear it from you anyway, it's your team.
There are going to be commendations.
They deserve it.
Janet does.
And I've just seen Ian Fielding, and he is putting her name forward for a Chief Constable's commendation.
Wow.
Yup.
You'll be commended as well, of course.
I know how instrumental you were in persuading her and supporting her.
I really am supposed to be somewhere else.
Sure.
Well congratulations, anyway.
Thank you.
You wouldn't like to go for a meal or a drink and a chat some time? Dave.
You had your car repossessed, you're living with your mother, everyone in MIT knows you rely on those beneath you to make you look good in the job, and you're a shag bandit.
It's just not attractive, is it? It's become apparent following the microbiologist's visit that the growth of the mould is likely to have taken much longer than the two to three days 'Scary' Mary originally suggested as the time of death.
He, the microbiologist, thinks Susie could've been dead for the whole three weeks, which makes sense of when her phone activity stopped.
I asked the CSM to show Scary Mary and the microbiologist round Susie's house.
And what they think between them may have happened is that Susie's body may have been kept in the cellar, where it's cold enough, apparently, for the decomposition process to have been massively slowed down.
Why was the mould there at all? And why is there such a clear demarcation line round her neck? He thinks it's yeast mould.
Yeast mould? Yeast mould.
How come? Dunno.
He's gonna get back to me when he's thought about it.
Right! Who's gonna kick off? Rob's interesting - the ex-husband.
Very reluctant about us taking his phone.
The call log showed he'd deleted messages between himself and the victim, turns out he's been seeing her again.
Doesn't want the wife to know, obviously, but he'd continued to send Susie messages the day after she was last seen alive, and these he didn't delete.
We know from the deleted texts that he'd arranged to meet Susie at half-past-nine on the Friday, the day she was last seen alive but, he says, he never went.
He says his wife came home from work early unexpectedly and insisted on setting off for the caravan that evening instead of the next morning as they originally planned.
They have a caravan over at Reighton Sands.
East coast, Bridlington, Filey.
They're there most weekends.
The night Susie's body was driven over to Dob Cross, him and his wife are fast asleep on the east coast.
So subject to us verifying that, and if we're assuming that the person that dumped the body is also the killer, he's possibly not your man.
Why did he delete the texts before she disappeared but not after? What were they about? The ones after.
'Sorry, I didn't turn up'.
'Fran came home early'.
That's his wife.
'Had to go to the caravan'.
'Catch up soon'.
There's a few.
Nothing acrimonious and obviously she didn't reply to them so he just gives up.
Why didn't he report her missing? Would you, if you were seeing someone you shouldn't be seeing? Janet! Tell us about Kenny Benedict.
Oh.
Sorry, just give us a sec.
Hiya, kid! I'm just in a meeting.
Mum, I'm not kidding right, Dad's pissed out of his skull.
He's drinking your whisky, he's smoking.
I've got tickets for a concert, cos it's Orla's birthday.
It's not fair him turning up like this, again, you know, I can't leave him, cos he might do something mad.
Like what? I don't know.
Like burn the house down or something! What do you mean again? Like when you were in Bristol! - He's been crying.
And saying - Ah, shit! I'll be there, I'm coming.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye bye.
I've gotta go, sorry.
Can you? Yeah, yeah, of course.
Is everything all right? Dunno.
You're on top of this? Yeah.
Yeah.
I'll ring you later.
Thanks! Sorry.
Bye.
OK.
Janet.
Kenny Benedict.
I think that she got dressed up for Rob - the ex.
We know she was expecting him, and we know she was expecting him for sex.
But someone else's come along.
Not Kenny cos, odd as he is, Kenny's made no secret of the fact that he went there on Friday evening at 6:30.
And she knew that he was coming at 6:30 because he's texted her to say so.
So Kenny comes and goes What did Kenny come for if they'd fallen out? To collect a few bits and pieces that he'd left there.
So, she goes and gets changed, ready for Rob at 9:30, but, subject to verifying his alibi, Rob doesn't turn up because at 9:30, he's on the road to Bridlington, but somebody else did.
Ricky? Royston? Course, Kenny could've always gone back.
Tell us about Royston Marley.
He admits having had a casual sexual relationship with Susie.
He admits getting wound up when she refused to pay him, he admits sending her nasty text messages.
No alibi for the evening she was found up dead in the field.
He was at home on his own in bed.
He has an alibi for the early part of the evening of the Friday she was last known to be alive, playing footie, then the pub.
Went home some time after 11pm, so he's in the frame, but later.
Later works.
I worry about him having a motive.
He's an hard working lad, he's got lots of energy.
He moonlights all the time.
He's earning upwards of 700 quid a week.
To kill her for the Ð250 he was asking, there'd have to be more to it.
So he was knocking her off, but is he emotionally attached to her? No.
This is the thing with Ricky, you see - the headmaster.
He really didn't want his wife to know about the mucky little mess that he'd got himself into with Susie.
Equally, he wouldn't want the parents and the school governors to find out.
So he'd got more than one big reason to want to shut her up.
Whereas Royston is footloose and fancy-free, and just a few quid down.
Tomorrow, moving forward.
We need to be alibi-ing them for the full three-week period.
So that's going to keep us occupied.
And she's ending on a question I can't read her writing.
'If Susie died three weeks ago, why is the killer disposing of the body now?' Well, that's one for you all to go away and think about.
There's something else as well 'Commendation'.
Does that mean anything to anybody? Nope.
Nope.
OK, night night, thank you, Well done! Sorry.
No! It's not your fault.
Look I'm gonna be late so go.
Say Happy Birthday to Orla for me.
You sure you're gonna be OK? Go.
Go.
Have fun.
Oh.
You're home.
How pissed are you? I may have had the odd sherbet or two.
What time did you start to get into this state? You were in my office less than four hours ago.
Gill.
Shhhh.
I've just had to leave a briefing on a murder because of this.
Do you know how bad that is? Not for me Not for me, not for my career.
That was very cruel.
This afternoon.
What you said.
Dave, if I wanted to be cruel, I haven't even started.
I do not rely on people beneath me to make me look good.
Look.
You can't come here in this state, and carry on like this.
And certainly not in front of Sammy.
I wish you knew how much I still love you.
Well.
I'm afraid that's your problem, not mine.
Don't you have any feelings for me at all? Dave, I think you know what my feelings are towards you.
I don't think anybody could accuse me of making a secret of it.
No, I meant You used to didn't you? Have nicer feelings about me.
Yeah, I did.
And now, do you know I'm really grateful.
I can't even remember how I used to feel about you in a way that means anything to me any more.
So if you've got any sneaky, lingering optimism that I'm in denial, and I still want to do something joyous and delightful with you, please, please, get that little notion out of your little head right now.
We had really good sex.
Dave, I want you to leave.
You were better than her.
If you get in the car, I'll drive you to your mother's.
I'm not going to my mother's.
Well, you're not stopping here.
Spare room.
No.
You're my wife.
This is my house.
No, love.
We're divorced.
And I got the house.
Why did you get the house? Because you went off with You really fucked everything up, didn't you? An 8-year-old son? Sweet.
'Sweet'? Kids.
Little 'uns.
Before they get to secondary school and develop attitude.
You know, this is where me and you part company.
Oh, how can you not like little kids? I don't not like 'em, I just don't know what they're there for.
You're scared of them.
I'm not scared of anything, Janet.
Yeah, you are, you're frightened of the little people.
See, I touched a nerve and I've made you smile as well.
Night night.
Night night.
Do you wanna go for a drink? No.
Andy.
I don't.
I'd like to talk about things.
I really really don't.
You've blown hot and cold.
I'm sorry if that's how it looks You've had me on, And then to accuse me of being weird, just because I pay a visit to your house.
Well, it was weird.
I've gotta go.
Don't follow me! I'm leaving the office! Is that all right with you? Rachel! Yeah.
Hello, Gavin.
Hiya.
Sorry, I was hoping to talk to the family liaison person what they give me.
Is there anything I can do? We just I was wondering how soon we can have access to me mother's house.
That's all.
Is there something in there that you need to get? No.
No.
Just when you finished doing what you got to do I were thinking of moving in.
Hello, Gavin.
Hiya.
I know it sounds a bit you know, but me and Naomi haven't been getting on so well lately, so Why don't you come upstairs? We can ask the SIO when she thinks we might be clear of the property.
It's not normally very long.
Will she mind? No! Come on.
I'd been thinking about asking her for a while now, my mother, if I could move in for a bit, but then this happened.
I thought you found her hard work, your mum.
Well, yeah, it'd only have been temporary, but How long had you been thinking about moving in, Gavin? Months.
On and off.
Had you mentioned it to anyone? My dad.
Ideally I'd have moved in with him and Fran, but they've not got room.
When did you mention it to your dad? Last week.
And what did you say to him? Just that I was thinking of just turning up there with me bags.
She could hardly say no, could she? Amount she hasn't done for me over the years.
I shouldn't say that, should I? She were poorly.
You asked us to think about why the body's been moved now if she was killed three weeks ago.
Gavin told his dad last week that he was thinking about just turning up to a house that he hasn't been to for nearly three years.
So what if Rob's had to move the body because he's frightened that Gavin's liable to swan in at any time and find it.
We've go to ANPR of Rob's car driving over to Bridlington, but that doesn't mean Doesn't mean he was in it.
What if, the night Susie Hang on, what's his motive? Well, maybe Susie was threatening to tell Rob's missus, like she had Ricky's.
There's been no suggestion of that.
So who're we saying is driving his car over to Bridlington? The wife, on her own.
Well, with the kids.
So but that would mean she was complicit, wouldn't it? Well, this is what I'm wondering.
Rob kills Susie and then, for whatever reason, the present wife what's she called? Fran.
Helps him with an alibi.
Why? Why not? He was having an affair with his ex-wife, he was cheating on her.
Why? She might not have done it knowingly.
Maybe he convinced her that it was about something else entirely.
Ex-married couples are never short of things to fight about, are they? Andy, let's get hold of some of Rob Bishop's car en route to Bridlington.
Course there's two journeys, the night that she died, and the night that the body was moved.
Both journeys.
See if we can see exactly who is and isn't in the car.
And have we talked to his wife? Only briefly yesterday.
To verify his story that they were in Bridlington the night Susie's body was moved.
She's on the list to TIE.
Well, let's get hold of any CCTV as a priority then, depending on what we find, we might be bringing her in sooner.
Also, I know it struck us all as odd at the time, but Rob deleted texts to Susie before she died and not after.
Well, why? If you're deleting 'em so that your wife doesn't find out, why would you stop deleting them? Perhaps she did know - the wife.
After the event.
Yeah.
So they were conscious of an event.
Perhaps he deleted the texts before because he didn't think we wouldn't be able to retrieve them.
And then he added some after thinking that it would look like he didn't know she was dead.
Either way, whatever.
It suggests that in his head there was a definite before and after.
But only the person that killed her would know when that before and after was.
It's him.
All we need now is some evidence.
Yep, well, hopefully this CCTV will show he wasn't where he said he was, driving over to Brid.
Yeah, good.
Provable lies.
What I'd love though is a confession.
So, Fran, you told me that you and Rob drove over to Bridlington on the Saturday the day before Susie's body was found.
Yeah.
And what would your reaction be, if I told you that we've got footage of you in your car, driving over the M62 towards Bridlington on the day before Susie Bishop's body was discovered, But that your husband Rob doesn't appear to be in the car with you? He was.
He wasn't.
Would you like to see the CCTV? How would you respond to that, Rob? Hmm? If I was to suggest that you weren't in Bridlington that night.
No comment.
How would you respond if I told you that we had CCTV footage of you at Victoria train station in Manchester, the morning after Susie's body was moved.
And CCTV footage of you arriving at Bridlington railway station four hours later.
No comment.
Why did you feel you had to lie to me, Fran? Why did you feel you had to cover up for Rob? Can you tell me what you knew about what had happened? Can you tell me what you knew about what Rob had done to Susie? He'd had things to put up with.
Would you like to tell me about that? He married her when he was 19.
He had to.
His mother made him, cos she were pregnant with Gavin.
Why would you do that to your own son? Shackle him to a psychotic bitch like that.
She were six years older than him, and she lead him a dog's life.
Literally.
Some days she used to put his food in a dish on the floor.
The day his mother died, I said, 'Walk out, Rob, because you can.
' And he did.
Just like that.
Just like he needed someone to tell him he could.
Like he was just waiting for permission.
I've known him from school.
Heart of gold.
Sweetest lad, only he didn't know how to say boo to a goose.
Why did Rob kill Susie, Fran? He didn't.
He didn't.
I haven't said he did.
Fran, did you know that Rob had been having sex with Susie again? She was expecting him at 9:30.
I was on a late one from work, well, supposed to be.
I don't normally read his texts, I don't know why I did.
I knew it wasn't about the sex for her, it was about ruining things for other people, for us.
I didn't go there to kill her.
I just wanted to tell her to fuck off.
When she answered the door dressed like a twat.
Well, I just decided that it was going to happen.
That her time was up and she really was asking for it.
You killed her? I smacked her over the head with an iron.
Then I couldn't stand looking at her.
So I put a bag over her head.
I think it was a bread bag.
Empty.
And I dragged her down to the cellar.
I went home, told him we were going to the caravan that night.
He tried to make some excuse about why we couldn't go till tomorrow.
So I told him what I'd done.
And we went.
We had to move her out of the house later cos of Gavin wanting to move in.
He's had no life either sweet lad.
He offered to do that for me, Rob did.
Shift her saggy, worthless carcass.
So I let him.
Do you like spiders? Why would I? Me neither.
Good.
Well, I'm glad we've got that settled.
You know snot? Sorry, snot? What's it for? Do I look like a doctor? Just thought you might know.
Mrs Weaver said it's to stop foreign bodies getting up your nose But I can't see it, myself.
It's to stop spiders getting up your nose.
It is not.
It is.
At night, you know, when they abseil off the ceiling and land on your face and what they really want is to get inside your head.
You're lying.
No.
That's how you get headaches.
Why do grown ups drink too much wine? It's got vitamins in it.
Nutrients.
And you get to a certain age, you need supplements.
And the more the merrier.
I thought it were meant to be really bad for you? Who's told you that? Mrs Weaver? You wanna stop believing everything she tells you.
You know she's a government spy, don't you? What do you mean? I work for the police, I know everything.
A spy? MI6.
Will she be armed? Oh, God, yeah.
You know that handbag that she's got? Yeah? Right.
Pudding? I need the loo.
OK, it's just down there, on the left.
Do you want me to take you? Nope.
So, what do you think? It's like talking to a chimpanzee.
I know! He's great, isn't he? Do you want the real answer or the diplomatic one? I'm going to go for a fag.
Sorry.
Pestering you.
Sunday.
Don't be sorry.
I should be happy.
I know.
You're right.
But I'm just not handling anything.
And I'm only seeing Sean to keep my mind off that bastard.
It's just it's not working.
It's just not enough.
That's not the only reason you're seeing Sean, is it? I don't know.
And the worst thing All my life, I wanted to do this job.
And now it just suddenly it feels like Like what? When I need support, the whole system lets me down! They should've nailed that bastard for what he tried to do to me! They should've crucified him! I'm a police officer! They should be bending over backwards to try and press charges against him, and they're just letting it go! Well, I'm gonna resign.
No, you're not.
No.
I'm not.
But I'm not gonna put the effort in any more.
I'm coasting from now on, like all those other lazy bastards, like Kevin, who does manage to turn up for his fucking sergeant's exam.
Rach, you haven't got it in your soul to coast along.
Yeah, well.
You watch this space.
Last week, you tell me you've got a kid.
This week, you've got a message from my mum.
Exciting, in't it? He's also suffered some knife wounds which for operational reasons I won't be going into now.
Exorcise Nick Savage.
Get off! You could be investigated for the sexual assault of a minor.
There was no-one she could leave 'em with.
Who's 'she'? How on earth did you let things get so out of hand? Things have gone wrong on an inexplicably huge scale.
I feel so wound up.
I feel ambushed.
I always thought you had a bit of a fling with that sergeant.
What was his name? Andy? Now you all know something that I really would have preferred none of you to know.
Sean.
He's asked me to be his best man.
What? At this wedding.
What wedding? Yours! Does the Assistant Chief Con know you're homeless and you had your car repossessed? You spoke to Rachel? About Adrian? Why? She's an airhead.
You said you'd back off.
So back off.
My God.
She really is green.
Or is it more blue? Green.
Mary says green.
I'd have said blue.
Green? Green.
And she's dressed in a sexy, pretend police lady's outfit.
Oh, my God! She is.
What does the fact that she's dressed like that tell you, Kevin? That she was Going to a fancy dress party.
Ah, with someone who liked her to dress up as a sexy, pretend police lady! Well done! Yes.
A lover.
Or a rival.
I'd have said a lover.
Or she were going to a fancy dress party.
Do we know who she is? Not yet.
If you look here carefully here, you'll see what looks like a phone number.
Let's get that enhanced.
My initial thoughts on cause of death.
She's got a compression fracture to the skull which has caused bleeding and massive brain damage.
The bone's gone right into the brain.
So the head took an impact with something sharp and heavy.
Did she fall and hit something or did something hit her? No, something hit her, no question.
This green - Blue.
Ignore her, she's colour blind.
Shall we compromise and call it turquoise? Is some sort of mould, which further suggests she died somewhere other than where she was dumped.
That and the lividity.
I think the costume's a bit of a clue.
She's not exactly dressed for the great outdoors, is she? What I need to know, Mary, and I know you're hoping I won't ask Right! Kit off! Let's open her up.
This is why I don't want a post-mortem when I die.
The way she chucks bodies around like bits of meat.
Is it not healing? No, I keep damaging it.
I banged it again coming out of my front door this morning.
Nick Savage.
Just can't get rid of him, can I? It's like he's in my blood stream.
Let it go.
How? He tried to kill me, Janet.
And the system I work for is just letting him get away with it.
You've got Sean.
Move on.
Hello.
Aisha Harrison? Does this phone number mean anything to you at all? It's my mobile number.
A woman was found dead yesterday, she had that phone number written on one of her hands.
Have you given your number to anyone recently? Somebody who you may have seen writing it down on their hand.
Oh, my God.
Sit down love.
Go on.
Mrs Bishop.
She works at the school up here.
Where our three go.
How well did you know her? I didn't.
She's just one of the teaching assistants.
I gave her my number three weeks ago.
Three weeks ago? She were looking for lifts to a six-a-side for some of the little 'uns.
She did write it on her hand.
Three weeks ago? I phoned any number of times, and I popped round and knocked on her door, into the second week.
But it didn't occur to me to report her missing.
I thought she'd thrown the towel in and not said anything.
Why would she 'throw the towel in' and not say anything? It's the sort of thing she'd do.
I'm going to need an address and any phone numbers she had, and her emergency contacts.
She erm She has a grownup son.
That's as much as I know.
She was divorced years ago.
What about a boyfriend? Did she ever talk about anything like that? Not to me.
Erm yeah, there you go - address, next of kin.
Shall I make copies of that for you? I knew it'd happen eventually.
She were a windup merchant, my mother.
Never knew when to stop.
Borderline personality disorder.
Only there were nothing borderline about it.
Did she have a boyfriend? There were never any shortage of boyfriends.
Recent? One in particular? I didn't have a lot to do with her to be honest.
I lived with my dad after they got divorced, so Do you have a key to your mother's house? So that we don't have to damage the door? Right, so 'Scary' Mary Jackson's telling me that Susie was asphyxiated, and death occurred between two and three days ago, but Susie was last seen alive over three weeks ago.
So where's she been? Well, she hasn't been up to much, has she, in the past three weeks if that number's still written on the back of her hand.
Moving on.
We've run ANPR checks on her car, the Ford Fiesta.
Yeah, we've got six sightings between her house in Gorton, and the field in Dob Cross where she was found dead the following morning.
Three on the way there, three on the way back.
Prior to that, nothing for three weeks.
Based on ANPR we're estimating that the car left her house at ten past two in the morning, and was back by ten past three.
Where are the keys? The car keys.
The car keys.
Were in the house.
Two sets.
One in her handbag, one hanging up in a cupboard.
We know from the school records she had a mobile phone.
We don't have the phone yet, telecoms are running off a call log.
So hopefully overnight we'll have a list of who was calling or texting her.
The CSIs found other personal items at the property handbag, purse, the house keys, the car keys, the kind of things you'd normally take with you if you were going out but not the phone.
So what's that telling us? That if she left the house, if she died away from the house, the only thing she took with her was her phone.
But why would you not take your handbag and your house keys? Why would you leave the house anyway dressed like that? She was expecting someone.
She wasn't going anywhere.
She was in the house, expecting someone, someone she was going to titillate.
And the phone's gone because whoever's killed her, took it because it's got something incriminating on it.
Do we know any more about why she were that colour? I've got a microbiologist popping in tomorrow to have a look at the photos.
Could that amount of mould really grow in only two to three days? That's the first question I'm going to ask him.
You mean heaven forfend 'Scary' Mary could have got the time of death wrong? Wouldn't be the first time, would it? House-to-house? Most of 'em didn't know her.
Those that did were using words like 'volatile', 'flighty', 'a bit of a one', and 'no better than she should be'.
She was ill.
She had mental health problems.
Any more for any more? Right! Good day's work, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you, night night.
Cheers.
Ignorant bastard.
Are you all right? Maybe I need a holiday.
What's that? What? Dom doesn't drink.
You gonna let her get away with that? Whey-hey! What you doing woman? That's premier cru! No, she's right, I shouldn't.
I've got a problem.
No, you haven't.
No, I have.
He has.
If you had a problem, you'd be wrestling her to the floor for that bottle! You'd be sucking it back up through the plug hole! Shall we drop it? What you doing Sunday? Why? Because I was thinking I might take you bowling up the Zenith.
Me, you, and the boy.
What boy? My boy.
Which boy? Haydn.
Do I know him? No, cos I haven't mentioned him yet, but seeing as you're going to be his other mummy soon, I figured it was time that you broke the ice.
You've got a kid? Yeah, he's great! He's just like me.
Honestly.
He's a real chip off the old block.
Yeah, I'm getting sick of him already.
He's such a boy.
He loves football and aeroplanes, and chewing gum and mud.
Anyway, it's my weekend this weekend, so No, no, no.
Wait.
Just hang on a minute.
You have got a kid? You're proposing marriage to me, and you've only just decided to tell me about him? Well, he's not cropped up much before.
When did this happen? About eight years ago? What? Wha-I was married to Karen.
We had a boy You've been married? Yeah, what's wrong with that? There's nothing wrong with it, I just thought you might have No, it's fine, why should you mention it? I was married to Karen, we had a baby - Haydn.
She met someone else.
Charmless creep, but I'm not bitter.
We got divorced and that's it.
You'll love Karen.
She's great, I mean, charmless creep's a charmless creep, but, you know, we're born with what we're born with.
So is that a yes, then? To Sunday? Four names and addresses of people she had phone contact with on the last day she was seen alive, so let's HP these, then work backwards.
Kenny Benedict, Wellwood Road, Gorton.
Royston Marley, Queenstown Road, Harpurhey.
Rob Bishop.
That's her ex-husband, isn't it? We're TIE-ing him today anyway.
And Ricky Glendinning.
Isn't that the headmaster? Most of it's text messages, so when you round these people up DC Bailey, MIT.
Let's get their phones off 'em and see what they were texting her.
Let's find out what they were doing when her body was being moved two nights ago.
Have we got the son in today? OK, thanks! Boss.
Kenny Benedict is downstairs, right now.
Wants to talk to a police officer.
Kenny Benedict? I'm Kenny Benedict.
Susie'd been at it with this fella.
She thought I were thick enough not to find out but I did.
So anyway, long story sideways it's him what's done it.
And you better shackle me to a wall in a very deep dark cell, cos I will kill that flashy runt if I get anywhere near him.
Can you describe to me your relationship with Susie Bishop, Mr Benedict? We were an item.
We'd been seeing one another for the best part of what four months? We were practically engaged.
She were lucky, I'm not the type of man who raises his fist to a woman.
I was heartbroken.
I didn't know what to do with myself.
What can you tell me about this other fella? He calls himself Royston Marley.
He's a painter and decorator.
He were doing her upstairs.
In more ways than one.
For which, she's paying him in kind.
Sex.
But Kenny catches them at it and duffs him over, at which point Royston decides he wants paying for his work in hard cash.
She refuses, as far as she's concerned she's already paid him.
But Royston sends her threatening texts.
He wants the cash or something unpleasant is going to happen any time soon.
Kenny knows this for a fact, because he says he's seen the texts.
Which if it's true is a good reason for this Royston to want her phone to disappear.
Kevin and Pete have gone to chat to Royston Marley.
Do you want me to Bring him in as a witness.
Let's get anything he's got to say down on tape.
Has he got a alibi, Kenny Benedict, for when we know Susie's body was being moved to Dob Cross? In bed, asleep, on his own, but he says he had a heavy session down the pub that night.
Which we can corroborate.
After which he was in no fit state to drive anywhere and certainly not in a straight line.
If only that stopped people murdering each other.
Yeah, but this is the night that the body was dropped, which is not necessarily the same time that she was killed.
So if Kenny's so heartbroken, why didn't he report her missing? He'd finished with her.
He didn't want to see her.
He claims the first he knew that she was missing was when he saw it on the local news last night.
But, you know, I wouldn't put much past him, there's a definite screw loose.
How keen was he to let you take his phone off him? He wasn't.
He swore at us.
We're still upset.
OK.
I tell you what, if Kenny Benedict is pointing the finger at me, I am pointing it right back in his face.
Cos you know he knocked her about, don't you? Eh? Robert Bishop? Yeah.
Our Gavin told me, yesterday.
After your lot had been round to his.
Do you mind me asking when you last had any contact with your ex-wife, Mr Bishop? I didn't really bother with her much any more.
Any sort of contact? Telephone? Text? No.
No, as I say I didn't really bother with her much any more.
Do you have a mobile, Mr Bishop? Yeah.
Yes, I do.
What's your number? Have you got your phone handy? Erm, I'm not sure where I've put it, just off the top of my head.
I could ring the number if it helps.
No, no.
It's probably We have a call log of all the calls to and from Susie's phone and on the day she went missing, she received a phone call and three texts from that phone.
Would you mind if we continued this conversation down at the station, Mr Bishop? Have you got your mobile phone on you at all, Mr Marley? Why? Would you have any objection to letting us have access to it for a short while? Why? You sent Susie four text messages on the day she was last seen alive.
Obviously any contact she had with anyone on that day is of interest to us.
Thanks.
Janet.
That headmaster, Ricky Glendinning? He's been brought in, but he's asking if he can talk to the lady he spoke to yesterday.
Would you mind? Both of us were there.
I think he meant you.
Yeah, cos I'm not a lady.
If the cap fits.
I was had been having a kind of semi-sexual relationship with Susie Bishop.
Which is why when you look, look at what's on my phone, it'll be apparent that's what that means.
The message.
I haven't read the message, Mr Glendinning.
Yet.
So can you tell me what it says.
She'd made a threat.
To tell my wife.
She I didn't hurt her.
I didn't have anything to do with what's happened to her.
I do want to make that clear to you.
But I'd had to give her a warning, a written warning, after a number of verbal ones.
To do with her occasional lapses in attitude towards people colleagues, children, parents.
I had to make it clear to her that this was the final warning.
And she said that there'd be consequences if I did terminate her employment.
And that she'd tell Carol - my wife.
And so I sent her that text.
Saying? That she'd regret it.
If she did say anything to Carol.
I'd been seeing her again, Susie, God knows why.
Can I come in? I'm not here, I'm in a meeting with POLSA.
I've been asked to pass on some very complimentary words from the Chief Con.
As regards the outcome of the Geoff Hastings interviews.
None of 'em are here.
They're all interviewing.
Well, that's all right.
They should hear it from you anyway, it's your team.
There are going to be commendations.
They deserve it.
Janet does.
And I've just seen Ian Fielding, and he is putting her name forward for a Chief Constable's commendation.
Wow.
Yup.
You'll be commended as well, of course.
I know how instrumental you were in persuading her and supporting her.
I really am supposed to be somewhere else.
Sure.
Well congratulations, anyway.
Thank you.
You wouldn't like to go for a meal or a drink and a chat some time? Dave.
You had your car repossessed, you're living with your mother, everyone in MIT knows you rely on those beneath you to make you look good in the job, and you're a shag bandit.
It's just not attractive, is it? It's become apparent following the microbiologist's visit that the growth of the mould is likely to have taken much longer than the two to three days 'Scary' Mary originally suggested as the time of death.
He, the microbiologist, thinks Susie could've been dead for the whole three weeks, which makes sense of when her phone activity stopped.
I asked the CSM to show Scary Mary and the microbiologist round Susie's house.
And what they think between them may have happened is that Susie's body may have been kept in the cellar, where it's cold enough, apparently, for the decomposition process to have been massively slowed down.
Why was the mould there at all? And why is there such a clear demarcation line round her neck? He thinks it's yeast mould.
Yeast mould? Yeast mould.
How come? Dunno.
He's gonna get back to me when he's thought about it.
Right! Who's gonna kick off? Rob's interesting - the ex-husband.
Very reluctant about us taking his phone.
The call log showed he'd deleted messages between himself and the victim, turns out he's been seeing her again.
Doesn't want the wife to know, obviously, but he'd continued to send Susie messages the day after she was last seen alive, and these he didn't delete.
We know from the deleted texts that he'd arranged to meet Susie at half-past-nine on the Friday, the day she was last seen alive but, he says, he never went.
He says his wife came home from work early unexpectedly and insisted on setting off for the caravan that evening instead of the next morning as they originally planned.
They have a caravan over at Reighton Sands.
East coast, Bridlington, Filey.
They're there most weekends.
The night Susie's body was driven over to Dob Cross, him and his wife are fast asleep on the east coast.
So subject to us verifying that, and if we're assuming that the person that dumped the body is also the killer, he's possibly not your man.
Why did he delete the texts before she disappeared but not after? What were they about? The ones after.
'Sorry, I didn't turn up'.
'Fran came home early'.
That's his wife.
'Had to go to the caravan'.
'Catch up soon'.
There's a few.
Nothing acrimonious and obviously she didn't reply to them so he just gives up.
Why didn't he report her missing? Would you, if you were seeing someone you shouldn't be seeing? Janet! Tell us about Kenny Benedict.
Oh.
Sorry, just give us a sec.
Hiya, kid! I'm just in a meeting.
Mum, I'm not kidding right, Dad's pissed out of his skull.
He's drinking your whisky, he's smoking.
I've got tickets for a concert, cos it's Orla's birthday.
It's not fair him turning up like this, again, you know, I can't leave him, cos he might do something mad.
Like what? I don't know.
Like burn the house down or something! What do you mean again? Like when you were in Bristol! - He's been crying.
And saying - Ah, shit! I'll be there, I'm coming.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye bye.
I've gotta go, sorry.
Can you? Yeah, yeah, of course.
Is everything all right? Dunno.
You're on top of this? Yeah.
Yeah.
I'll ring you later.
Thanks! Sorry.
Bye.
OK.
Janet.
Kenny Benedict.
I think that she got dressed up for Rob - the ex.
We know she was expecting him, and we know she was expecting him for sex.
But someone else's come along.
Not Kenny cos, odd as he is, Kenny's made no secret of the fact that he went there on Friday evening at 6:30.
And she knew that he was coming at 6:30 because he's texted her to say so.
So Kenny comes and goes What did Kenny come for if they'd fallen out? To collect a few bits and pieces that he'd left there.
So, she goes and gets changed, ready for Rob at 9:30, but, subject to verifying his alibi, Rob doesn't turn up because at 9:30, he's on the road to Bridlington, but somebody else did.
Ricky? Royston? Course, Kenny could've always gone back.
Tell us about Royston Marley.
He admits having had a casual sexual relationship with Susie.
He admits getting wound up when she refused to pay him, he admits sending her nasty text messages.
No alibi for the evening she was found up dead in the field.
He was at home on his own in bed.
He has an alibi for the early part of the evening of the Friday she was last known to be alive, playing footie, then the pub.
Went home some time after 11pm, so he's in the frame, but later.
Later works.
I worry about him having a motive.
He's an hard working lad, he's got lots of energy.
He moonlights all the time.
He's earning upwards of 700 quid a week.
To kill her for the Ð250 he was asking, there'd have to be more to it.
So he was knocking her off, but is he emotionally attached to her? No.
This is the thing with Ricky, you see - the headmaster.
He really didn't want his wife to know about the mucky little mess that he'd got himself into with Susie.
Equally, he wouldn't want the parents and the school governors to find out.
So he'd got more than one big reason to want to shut her up.
Whereas Royston is footloose and fancy-free, and just a few quid down.
Tomorrow, moving forward.
We need to be alibi-ing them for the full three-week period.
So that's going to keep us occupied.
And she's ending on a question I can't read her writing.
'If Susie died three weeks ago, why is the killer disposing of the body now?' Well, that's one for you all to go away and think about.
There's something else as well 'Commendation'.
Does that mean anything to anybody? Nope.
Nope.
OK, night night, thank you, Well done! Sorry.
No! It's not your fault.
Look I'm gonna be late so go.
Say Happy Birthday to Orla for me.
You sure you're gonna be OK? Go.
Go.
Have fun.
Oh.
You're home.
How pissed are you? I may have had the odd sherbet or two.
What time did you start to get into this state? You were in my office less than four hours ago.
Gill.
Shhhh.
I've just had to leave a briefing on a murder because of this.
Do you know how bad that is? Not for me Not for me, not for my career.
That was very cruel.
This afternoon.
What you said.
Dave, if I wanted to be cruel, I haven't even started.
I do not rely on people beneath me to make me look good.
Look.
You can't come here in this state, and carry on like this.
And certainly not in front of Sammy.
I wish you knew how much I still love you.
Well.
I'm afraid that's your problem, not mine.
Don't you have any feelings for me at all? Dave, I think you know what my feelings are towards you.
I don't think anybody could accuse me of making a secret of it.
No, I meant You used to didn't you? Have nicer feelings about me.
Yeah, I did.
And now, do you know I'm really grateful.
I can't even remember how I used to feel about you in a way that means anything to me any more.
So if you've got any sneaky, lingering optimism that I'm in denial, and I still want to do something joyous and delightful with you, please, please, get that little notion out of your little head right now.
We had really good sex.
Dave, I want you to leave.
You were better than her.
If you get in the car, I'll drive you to your mother's.
I'm not going to my mother's.
Well, you're not stopping here.
Spare room.
No.
You're my wife.
This is my house.
No, love.
We're divorced.
And I got the house.
Why did you get the house? Because you went off with You really fucked everything up, didn't you? An 8-year-old son? Sweet.
'Sweet'? Kids.
Little 'uns.
Before they get to secondary school and develop attitude.
You know, this is where me and you part company.
Oh, how can you not like little kids? I don't not like 'em, I just don't know what they're there for.
You're scared of them.
I'm not scared of anything, Janet.
Yeah, you are, you're frightened of the little people.
See, I touched a nerve and I've made you smile as well.
Night night.
Night night.
Do you wanna go for a drink? No.
Andy.
I don't.
I'd like to talk about things.
I really really don't.
You've blown hot and cold.
I'm sorry if that's how it looks You've had me on, And then to accuse me of being weird, just because I pay a visit to your house.
Well, it was weird.
I've gotta go.
Don't follow me! I'm leaving the office! Is that all right with you? Rachel! Yeah.
Hello, Gavin.
Hiya.
Sorry, I was hoping to talk to the family liaison person what they give me.
Is there anything I can do? We just I was wondering how soon we can have access to me mother's house.
That's all.
Is there something in there that you need to get? No.
No.
Just when you finished doing what you got to do I were thinking of moving in.
Hello, Gavin.
Hiya.
I know it sounds a bit you know, but me and Naomi haven't been getting on so well lately, so Why don't you come upstairs? We can ask the SIO when she thinks we might be clear of the property.
It's not normally very long.
Will she mind? No! Come on.
I'd been thinking about asking her for a while now, my mother, if I could move in for a bit, but then this happened.
I thought you found her hard work, your mum.
Well, yeah, it'd only have been temporary, but How long had you been thinking about moving in, Gavin? Months.
On and off.
Had you mentioned it to anyone? My dad.
Ideally I'd have moved in with him and Fran, but they've not got room.
When did you mention it to your dad? Last week.
And what did you say to him? Just that I was thinking of just turning up there with me bags.
She could hardly say no, could she? Amount she hasn't done for me over the years.
I shouldn't say that, should I? She were poorly.
You asked us to think about why the body's been moved now if she was killed three weeks ago.
Gavin told his dad last week that he was thinking about just turning up to a house that he hasn't been to for nearly three years.
So what if Rob's had to move the body because he's frightened that Gavin's liable to swan in at any time and find it.
We've go to ANPR of Rob's car driving over to Bridlington, but that doesn't mean Doesn't mean he was in it.
What if, the night Susie Hang on, what's his motive? Well, maybe Susie was threatening to tell Rob's missus, like she had Ricky's.
There's been no suggestion of that.
So who're we saying is driving his car over to Bridlington? The wife, on her own.
Well, with the kids.
So but that would mean she was complicit, wouldn't it? Well, this is what I'm wondering.
Rob kills Susie and then, for whatever reason, the present wife what's she called? Fran.
Helps him with an alibi.
Why? Why not? He was having an affair with his ex-wife, he was cheating on her.
Why? She might not have done it knowingly.
Maybe he convinced her that it was about something else entirely.
Ex-married couples are never short of things to fight about, are they? Andy, let's get hold of some of Rob Bishop's car en route to Bridlington.
Course there's two journeys, the night that she died, and the night that the body was moved.
Both journeys.
See if we can see exactly who is and isn't in the car.
And have we talked to his wife? Only briefly yesterday.
To verify his story that they were in Bridlington the night Susie's body was moved.
She's on the list to TIE.
Well, let's get hold of any CCTV as a priority then, depending on what we find, we might be bringing her in sooner.
Also, I know it struck us all as odd at the time, but Rob deleted texts to Susie before she died and not after.
Well, why? If you're deleting 'em so that your wife doesn't find out, why would you stop deleting them? Perhaps she did know - the wife.
After the event.
Yeah.
So they were conscious of an event.
Perhaps he deleted the texts before because he didn't think we wouldn't be able to retrieve them.
And then he added some after thinking that it would look like he didn't know she was dead.
Either way, whatever.
It suggests that in his head there was a definite before and after.
But only the person that killed her would know when that before and after was.
It's him.
All we need now is some evidence.
Yep, well, hopefully this CCTV will show he wasn't where he said he was, driving over to Brid.
Yeah, good.
Provable lies.
What I'd love though is a confession.
So, Fran, you told me that you and Rob drove over to Bridlington on the Saturday the day before Susie's body was found.
Yeah.
And what would your reaction be, if I told you that we've got footage of you in your car, driving over the M62 towards Bridlington on the day before Susie Bishop's body was discovered, But that your husband Rob doesn't appear to be in the car with you? He was.
He wasn't.
Would you like to see the CCTV? How would you respond to that, Rob? Hmm? If I was to suggest that you weren't in Bridlington that night.
No comment.
How would you respond if I told you that we had CCTV footage of you at Victoria train station in Manchester, the morning after Susie's body was moved.
And CCTV footage of you arriving at Bridlington railway station four hours later.
No comment.
Why did you feel you had to lie to me, Fran? Why did you feel you had to cover up for Rob? Can you tell me what you knew about what had happened? Can you tell me what you knew about what Rob had done to Susie? He'd had things to put up with.
Would you like to tell me about that? He married her when he was 19.
He had to.
His mother made him, cos she were pregnant with Gavin.
Why would you do that to your own son? Shackle him to a psychotic bitch like that.
She were six years older than him, and she lead him a dog's life.
Literally.
Some days she used to put his food in a dish on the floor.
The day his mother died, I said, 'Walk out, Rob, because you can.
' And he did.
Just like that.
Just like he needed someone to tell him he could.
Like he was just waiting for permission.
I've known him from school.
Heart of gold.
Sweetest lad, only he didn't know how to say boo to a goose.
Why did Rob kill Susie, Fran? He didn't.
He didn't.
I haven't said he did.
Fran, did you know that Rob had been having sex with Susie again? She was expecting him at 9:30.
I was on a late one from work, well, supposed to be.
I don't normally read his texts, I don't know why I did.
I knew it wasn't about the sex for her, it was about ruining things for other people, for us.
I didn't go there to kill her.
I just wanted to tell her to fuck off.
When she answered the door dressed like a twat.
Well, I just decided that it was going to happen.
That her time was up and she really was asking for it.
You killed her? I smacked her over the head with an iron.
Then I couldn't stand looking at her.
So I put a bag over her head.
I think it was a bread bag.
Empty.
And I dragged her down to the cellar.
I went home, told him we were going to the caravan that night.
He tried to make some excuse about why we couldn't go till tomorrow.
So I told him what I'd done.
And we went.
We had to move her out of the house later cos of Gavin wanting to move in.
He's had no life either sweet lad.
He offered to do that for me, Rob did.
Shift her saggy, worthless carcass.
So I let him.
Do you like spiders? Why would I? Me neither.
Good.
Well, I'm glad we've got that settled.
You know snot? Sorry, snot? What's it for? Do I look like a doctor? Just thought you might know.
Mrs Weaver said it's to stop foreign bodies getting up your nose But I can't see it, myself.
It's to stop spiders getting up your nose.
It is not.
It is.
At night, you know, when they abseil off the ceiling and land on your face and what they really want is to get inside your head.
You're lying.
No.
That's how you get headaches.
Why do grown ups drink too much wine? It's got vitamins in it.
Nutrients.
And you get to a certain age, you need supplements.
And the more the merrier.
I thought it were meant to be really bad for you? Who's told you that? Mrs Weaver? You wanna stop believing everything she tells you.
You know she's a government spy, don't you? What do you mean? I work for the police, I know everything.
A spy? MI6.
Will she be armed? Oh, God, yeah.
You know that handbag that she's got? Yeah? Right.
Pudding? I need the loo.
OK, it's just down there, on the left.
Do you want me to take you? Nope.
So, what do you think? It's like talking to a chimpanzee.
I know! He's great, isn't he? Do you want the real answer or the diplomatic one? I'm going to go for a fag.
Sorry.
Pestering you.
Sunday.
Don't be sorry.
I should be happy.
I know.
You're right.
But I'm just not handling anything.
And I'm only seeing Sean to keep my mind off that bastard.
It's just it's not working.
It's just not enough.
That's not the only reason you're seeing Sean, is it? I don't know.
And the worst thing All my life, I wanted to do this job.
And now it just suddenly it feels like Like what? When I need support, the whole system lets me down! They should've nailed that bastard for what he tried to do to me! They should've crucified him! I'm a police officer! They should be bending over backwards to try and press charges against him, and they're just letting it go! Well, I'm gonna resign.
No, you're not.
No.
I'm not.
But I'm not gonna put the effort in any more.
I'm coasting from now on, like all those other lazy bastards, like Kevin, who does manage to turn up for his fucking sergeant's exam.
Rach, you haven't got it in your soul to coast along.
Yeah, well.
You watch this space.
Last week, you tell me you've got a kid.
This week, you've got a message from my mum.
Exciting, in't it? He's also suffered some knife wounds which for operational reasons I won't be going into now.
Exorcise Nick Savage.
Get off! You could be investigated for the sexual assault of a minor.
There was no-one she could leave 'em with.
Who's 'she'? How on earth did you let things get so out of hand? Things have gone wrong on an inexplicably huge scale.
I feel so wound up.
I feel ambushed.