The Bay (2019) s03e02 Episode Script

Do you recognise this man? No comment.
This was taken outside a club on Queen Street on the evening of April 3rd.
- Do you recognise anybody? - No comment.
What about now? No comment.
- You don't know who this is? - No comment.
What about the others? Who else was there, Jordan? Who's this? Who's this? I aren't a grass, am I? I were there, all right.
And that's all I'm saying.
If I may, this footage clearly shows my client was a victim of an assault, not the perpetrator.
There were witnesses to the fight that night.
- What witnesses? - And I heard what you said.
And I quote, "You're fucking dead.
"You're a fucking dead man.
" And then, lo and behold, a week later, Saif Rahman turns up dead.
I had nothing to do with it.
We found this in your flat.
- So what? - You play a lot of baseball, do you? We've sent it to the lab to see if it was used in the attack.
Do you have anything to say about that, Jordan? This is bullshit.
An innocent young man's lost his life.
And I had nothing to do with it.
This wasn't just a beating, this wasn't just a kick in.
It wasn't me.
Whoever it was, they went armed with an offensive weapon.
Like a baseball bat, like the one found in your flat.
I didn't do it, all right?! But I aren't gonna cry over it because he got what were coming to him.
He got what he deserved.
Get off.
Oh, sorry.
Don't mind me.
Mum? Have you seen my computer charger? - Move.
- Hey! - Watch where you're going! - [JENN SIGHS.]
Where the hell is it? - Right, where'd you last see it? - I don't know.
If I knew that, I'd look there, wouldn't I? OK, look, why don't we all just have a look, and I'm sure we'll find it.
Oh, the wanderer returns.
I forgot my bag.
In there.
Do you need a hand? I'm all right.
Where is it? If you'd just unpacked when I asked you to.
What if I didn't pack it, though? What if it's still in Manchester? Well, then, we'll get you another one, it's not a big deal.
Ta-da! - See.
- There you go.
If you wait five minutes, I can drop you off.
- I'm all right, thanks.
- Erin! - Late night? - Yeah.
Ended up, er, in the pub with the lads from work.
[CHUCKLES.]
It was a last minute thing.
Course, yeah.
Wow! - Oh, it's beautiful.
- Yeah, I suppose it is.
You stop noticing it after a while.
[DOOR BELL RINGS.]
Hi.
Is Mariam in? Erm, she's not feeling too well.
- Can we come in? - Just for a minute.
I don't think she's up to seeing anybody.
MARIAM: What is it? - Hi, Mariam.
- Hi.
So, erm, the postmortem is going to take place this morning.
Obviously, we'll have to wait for the results, but It's the best way to find out what happened to Saif.
Don't you need the family's permission to do that? Well, normally, yes.
But in cases like this where there's been a suspicious death, the coroner's required by law to carry out a postmortem.
What, so we've got no say in the matter? Jamal's right.
- We don't agree to this.
- Mariam The body has to be intact when it goes into the grave.
It's out of our hands, Jenn.
It's the coroner's decision.
Yeah, but there are precedence for a body scan rather than a full postmortem.
- Back in Manchester, we - 'This isn't Manchester.
' We don't have resources like that at our fingertips.
We'll reach out to the community, we'll talk to the Imam.
We'll make sure everything's done the right way.
'But the reality is, 'a postmortem is the best way to make sure we get justice for Saif.
'You know, I'm sure the family will understand that.
' I'll talk to the family, but it's awkward, given the sensitivities involved.
OK, erm, is there anything else? - No.
I - 'All right.
' Talk to you later.
Hey! Dad.
Have you got a minute? Course, yeah, yeah.
Sorry, I tried calling, only Oh, shit.
Yeah, sorry, sorry, things have been a bit, erm Things are always a bit All right, look, er, I'm running round like a blue-arsed fly.
Come on.
We'll talk on the way.
It's just the graduation.
It'd be nice if you were both there.
Yeah, well, that's up to your mum, though, isn't it? No, not really.
Well who else is gonna be there, Kieran? - Dad! - Look I've-I've gotta run.
Course I'll be there, course I will.
Yeah? Come on, don't be daft.
'Ey? I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Hm? Come here.
- Hm? - Yeah.
This is ridiculous.
We told you, we said we didn't want a postmortem.
- I know I know.
- Look it's not our decision.
It's up to the coroner.
Oh, so you're only obeying orders, is that it? He's our flesh and blood, and we don't even get the right to bury him as we see fit.
- I'm so sorry.
- Oh, she's sorry.
- Well, that's all right, then (!) - Shazia - Oh, don't you start.
- Please, I'm just saying Oh, are you gonna start playing the big man big man now, then? Go on.
Look if this is the way it's got to be, it's the way it's got to be.
There's no point arguing, no point fighting it.
He's right.
You do whatever you have to do.
Jamal [ALARM BLARES.]
[PA SYSTEM.]
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to Lancaster is due to arrive on Platform 2' [KNOCKING.]
What's up wi' you? Face like a slapped arse.
It's a postmortem.
What did you expect, a party hat? [SHE CHUCKLES.]
How long do you reckon he was in the water? If you're asking me to hypothesise, I'd say six-eight hours.
Question is, though, how long was he dead before he went in the water? So he definitely was dead when he went in? He didn't drown? No, cause of death was a suspected.
Head trauma, blunt force, multiple impacts.
- Any indication he was doing drugs? - Nothing obvious.
But we'll have to wait for the tox report to be sure.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
All good.
Anybody ever tell you you're a shit liar? OK, listen up.
The postmortem on Saif Rahman was carried out this morning.
This is now a Cat A murder, guys.
Saif died as a result of a sustained beating, head injuries, blunt force trauma.
- Can I see that, boss? - Yeah.
We do now have an approximate time the body went into the water.
Window of a couple of hours.
So, with a bit of luck, that'll help the coastguard narrow down where it went in.
Our main suspect remains Jordan Rooney.
We know he had history with Saif Rahman, but he denies having anything to do with his death.
He also refuses to give us the names of any of the guys that were with him that night at the club.
Obviously, we'll keep talking to him.
But the clock's ticking.
And given the fact that Rooney is a convicted drug dealer, we need to consider the possibility that drugs were a factor in Saif's death.
Maybe he owed money to the wrong people.
Well, we're waiting on the results of the tox report find out more.
In the meantime, Clarkie, I want you to follow up of the boxing club.
Boss.
Oh, and I looked into Karl Eccles, er, the lad that Saif was due to fight in Salford.
Alibi checks out.
Turns out he was training in Manchester the night Saif died.
OK, thanks, Clarkie.
Jenn and Karen, I need you to talk to the family.
Yeah? What do they know about Saif and drugs? And one-two.
Yeah.
And one over the top.
One-two.
One-two.
Yeah, tight.
CLARKIE: Can I have a word? Sure.
Anything, anything to help.
You, er, said you worked closely with Saif Rahman.
Had you noticed any changes in him recently? - What kind of changes? - I dunno, was he anxious, angry? Anything out of character? No.
You may be better asking Warren.
Warren saw more of Saif than I did.
He was doing the day-to-day stuff, you know? Well, he was his trainer, he was training him up for the big fight.
How are you doing? For a minute this morning, when I woke up it was like it was all a dream.
Just a bad dream.
And I'd go downstairs and Saif would be there.
Making his breakfast.
Tucking into his Crunchy Nut cornflakes.
[SHE CHUCKLES.]
And then it hits you.
I keep thinking about it.
I keep going over it in my mind, what happened.
Only, I don't know what happened.
Not really.
And that's even worse, not knowing.
We do know a bit more now.
After the postmortem.
There was an assault.
Saif died of head injuries.
[SHE WHIMPERS.]
[SHE SOBS.]
You asked me if he suffered, and the truth is, I can't promise you hand-on-heart that he didn't.
[SHE WEEPS.]
I'm sorry.
- Oh - I'm so sorry.
No No, er Thank you.
So knowing what he went through, it's all the more important we find out why it happened and who did it.
So I have to ask you something, Mariam.
Do you think Saif might've involved in drugs? What? No! No way! Not in a million years! I would've known.
I know how important it was for him to look after himself.
Cos that was his life.
Boxing.
After his dad died, that was his way of coping.
He would never have done anything to mess that up.
[DOOR SLAMS.]
[INDISTINCT.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
Looks like he was loving it.
Aye, he was, er, like a pig in shit.
He was lapping it up.
Attention, clubs.
Girls.
Yeah, everything.
- Oh, yeah? - Don't get me wrong, he worked hard.
Worked hard and played hard.
Good for him.
He looks after himself, did Saif.
Might've had a drink from time to time, but nah, that's it.
Nothing else? The only think Saif took was vitamins.
- Are you OK? - What do you think? Yeah, sorry, stupid question.
It's all right, it's just Mum? She were like this when Dad died.
Suddenly, he was a saint.
The truth is, they used to fight all the time, Mum and And Dad.
But as soon as he died, that's all forgotten.
And now it's Saif She's doing the same thing, talking about him like he were God's gift.
And he wasn't? He were just Saif.
You know? He were just a regular lad.
He was He was me brother.
- He was me kid brother.
And I was - [FOOTSTEPS APPROACH.]
Adnan.
Thanks for coming.
EDDIE: You've had a break.
And some time to think.
- So, have you? - Have I what? Done any thinking.
Like maybe decided it might be in your best interests to cooperate.
No comment.
You said you had nothing to do with the death of Saif Rahman.
But you also said he got what he deserved.
- What did you mean by that? - No comment.
What did he ever do to you? - No comment.
- Did he owe you money? - [HE SCOFFS.]
- What? You're a convicted drug dealer.
Is that what this was about? No.
See, by all accounts, he was a good lad, Saif.
Hard-working, going places.
Bright future ahead of him.
Nobody else has had a bad word to say about him.
So what was your problem? He were a prick.
- All right? - Yeah? In what way? He just thought he were a big deal.
You know, like he were a celebrity or summat.
Oh, and did that piss you off? No, he disrespected me that night at the club.
In front of my pals.
- Yeah? So, what did you do? - I didn't do nothing! Yeah, but that's not true, though, is it, Jordan? Because you threatened him.
You said he was a dead man.
- Well, that's j-just - J-Just what? It's just something you say, innit? You know, in front of the lads.
What lads? I told you, I aren't a grass.
I'll ask you again, Jordan.
Where were you on the night of April the 11th, Sunday night? Wait - The 11th? - Yeah.
I were at a party.
- Where? - In Preston.
- Yeah, there were a thing on.
- Who were you with? - Well, you wouldn't know 'em.
- Well, where was it, exactly? Just in this warehouse.
Can't remember the address.
Right.
So, you're telling us you were at a party, only you can't tell us where, and you can't tell us who with? [TOSSES PEN DOWN.]
[CHATTER.]
[FOOTBALL BOUNCING.]
Oi, mate! Mate! [MOCKING LAUGHTER.]
Intelligence units provided a list of Jordan Rooney's known associates - as long as your arm.
- I know, right? Who knew the little shit was so popular? Yeah, we need to narrow it down.
For a kick-off, we need to ID who was with him the night the threats were made against Saif.
The CCTV's not much help.
Boss, she's a little shaky.
I don't want to push it.
Who? Molly, Saif's girlfriend.
She said she thought that she could identify them.
The ones she saw that night.
She wasn't sure, but it might be worth a shot.
Bring her in.
- You all right, Conor? - Oh, er Mr Fischer.
You can call me Chris, you know.
Oh.
Right.
Sorry.
No, no need to apologise.
You know, just so you know, you ever need anything, erm, you know where I am.
In the Deputy Head's office.
[GIRL SNIGGERS.]
I can't call you Chris.
It's weird.
Well, it's my name, so Yeah, but still.
Is there someone that can come with you? Only you'll need an appropriate adult.
My mum and dad are out.
It's Hang on.
Kyle? Take your time.
Him.
He was there.
Are you sure? Anyone else? Him.
And her.
Yeah, she was there too.
I think that's all.
Jordan Rooney's known associates.
Girlfriend, Kerry Lockwood.
Cousin, Damian Harrington.
And right-hand man Tyler Quinn.
We've got all three in for questioning.
We've got their phones, their computers, all their data.
[SUSTAINED BEEP.]
So, come on.
Do yourself a favour.
Tell us where you were that night.
I don't have to tell you shit.
This is you.
We know it's you.
You've been IDed.
IDed by who? - Oh, that bitch.
- What are you talking about? Saif Rahman's girlfriend.
It's her you wanna talk to.
Not us.
What did she say about that night at the club, Molly? That Jordan and his mates had a go at them when they were leaving.
- Why? - Eddie? Er, right.
Intel researchers have been going through the phones.
This is from Kerry Lockwood's phone the night of the fight outside the club.
[ARGUMENT ON PHONE.]
MOLLY: 'Right! Saif, man!' And she didn't mention anything? - An argument with Saif? - No.
No, she didn't.
Bring her back in.
'Right! Saif, man!' [SOBBING.]
You didn't mention that you'd had a row that night.
I just didn't think of it.
What was it about? Nothing.
I'd had too much to drink.
It was stupid.
- Did you fight a lot? You and Saif? - No.
No, we were We didn't fight.
It was just that one time.
But we made up.
He said he was sorry.
What for? It was nothing, it was just a misunderstanding.
About what? I I don't I can't even remember.
I was off my face.
And then, when we were leaving, that's when it kicked off with those lads.
Molly Did you and Saif ever do drugs? No.
No, he wasn't like that.
Look, hasn't she done enough already? Hasn't she told you enough? If I could just talk to Molly, please, Kyle.
Molly I have to ask.
Where were you the night Saif died? I was at home.
I had schoolwork.
You can ask Mum and Dad, they'll tell you.
Yeah.
I was there, an' all.
She was in all night.
Can I go now? I want to go home.
She's got an alibi for the night of, but I don't think she's telling the full story about her and Saif, what was really going on.
Do you think he was playing around? I wouldn't rule it out.
He was loving the attention.
I don't want to push her too hard, though.
She's in a right state.
- Her brother's taking her home.
- Right.
How you getting on, Eddie? - There's a lot to go through.
- It's gonna take a while.
[INDISTINCT ARGUING.]
Wait, hang on.
Rewind that, please.
Pause.
Oh, my God.
It's complicated.
Complicated how? She's, um Well, she's my partner's daughter.
I don't know what to call her, really.
Stepdaughter? Only that's not right, we're not married, me and her dad.
It's [SHE SIGHS.]
Sorry.
The thing is, we've only just moved in, me and the kids, me and my kids.
I don't actually know her that well, Erin.
I tried, but - Well, we'll need to talk to her.
- I know.
- And I know I can't be in on it.
- It's all right, I'll sort it.
I'll get Karen to do it.
- Thanks.
- Mm.
What's all this about? The police are here.
They're asking for Erin.
I know.
Just a formality.
We need her to make a witness statement.
Witness? Witness to what? I can't tell you.
- You what? - 'Sorry.
There are rules.
It's' Jesus Christ, Jenn.
Look, you can come in too.
She'll need an appropriate adult with her.
'An appropriate adult?' - Well, yeah.
She's only 17, so - 'I know what fucking age she is.
' Right, don't speak to me like that! Yeah.
I-I'll sort 'I'll take care of it.
I'll have somebody cover my classes.
' [HE ENDS CALL.]
Just gonna get you signed in, OK? Follow me.
How well did you know Saif Rahman, Erin? I didn't know him.
Not really.
I I met him a few times, that's it.
But you and Molly are good mates, right? Yeah, but Since they started going out, she was with him all the time.
I I hardly saw her any more.
This was taken at the Level nightclub on the night of April 3rd.
[ARGUING.]
Do you know what they were fighting about? No.
[MOLLY CRYING, SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
What did she say? What did she tell you? Erin? Saif was flirting with some girl.
He was chatting her up.
That's what Molly thought, anyway.
He wasn't, it was bollocks.
Well they had a row.
Molly was a bit out of it.
So was everyone.
Doing Doing shots and stuff.
What kind of stuff? Erin? I think somebody had some ket or something.
- I thought you were at your mum's.
- I was.
I went back to Mum's.
Was, er, was Saif doing drugs? I I don't know.
Did they fight a lot, Saif and Molly? You're not seriously saying that Molly No, no, no, no.
We're not trying to say anything, Erin.
Just trying to find out what happened.
Guys? - I'll be in the car.
- I'm sorry about If you wanted to know something, you could have just asked me.
- Erin, Erin, Can we go? - Yes.
Go and get in the car.
I'd better go and get her back to school, all right? I'll see you later.
[CAR STARTS.]
Phone records are in.
We cell-sited Saif's phone to the boxing club, night he disappeared.
We knew he was there, though.
Yeah, but last ping came in after midnight.
- After the body went into the water.
- Eddie! Move your arse.
What's going on? We have a warrant to search these premises.
Jenn? Saif's brother, Adnan.
Uniform have spoken to the owner of the snooker club.
He says he hasn't seen Adnan for days.
He definitely wasn't in that night.
We need to find out where he was, bring him in.
What? We're still building a relationship with the family, boss.
Might be better to have a word with him on the down-low, - rather than dragging him in here.
- OK.
Do it your way.
But he lied to us, yeah? Find out why.
Maybe if you told us what you were looking for, we could help you.
Soon as we find it, we'll let you know.
SEARCH TEAM MEMBER: Find! Find! It's the same model as Saif's.
We'll get it off to lab, but I think we can be pretty confident.
CLARKIE: Boss? Positive.
Blood spatter on the ground here and then on the wall here.
Looks like this is our crime scene.
ADNAN: Oi, you fat bastard.
Leave some for the rest of us.
- Listen, I'm a growing boy! - [LAUGHTER.]
[SLAMS DOWN PLATES.]
This all a big joke to you? [DOORBELL.]
Hi, Mariam.
Is Adnan here? Can we not do this? It's my brother's matam.
My family's here, my friends.
The sooner you tell me where you were that night, the sooner we get this sorted.
I was at the lock-up.
Right? Festival Market.
I had work to do.
Why didn't you tell us that in the first place? Cos I was on my own.
I couldn't prove it.
I just said the first thing that came to my mind.
I knew you lot would be on my case if I couldn't prove where I was.
You lied.
You lied to the police.
What did I tell you? What do I ALWAYS tell you? Mariam, can I just How many times do I have to say? You know what? Fuck this.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Go on, then.
Go on.
And take your stupid friends with you! What? You want one? I'm working.
Is he in trouble? I don't know.
So, he comes out of the gym, out the back way Why, though? Maybe it's a shortcut.
Maybe he was meeting somebody.
A dealer.
A bird.
And he gets set upon here.
There's a struggle.
Phone hits the deck, maybe gets kicked away.
The question is, did he die here? Yeah, and how did he end up in the bay? Let's get uniform to do house-to-house.
And we'll need to talk to everyone who was in the gym that night.
Somebody must have seen something.
Heard something.
Are you gonna shut us down? I can't afford to close the doors again.
A lad's lost his life.
A lad's been murdered.
On your doorstep, looks like.
And all you're thinking is, "Is it gonna be bad for business?" Finally, forensics on the baseball bat are in.
It's clean.
Well, it's It's not clean, but there's no sign of Saif's DNA.
And data from the phones confirms that Rooney's mates were at an address in Preston that night, a warehouse party.
His girlfriend Kerry's confirmed Rooney was there, too.
We have to let them go.
I'm sorry, love.
You really think that's gonna help? Give her a break, Shazia.
Thanks, Ray.
I'm talking to my sister.
Leave me alone.
There's still people here! There's more people arriving all the time.
I said, leave me alone.
What are they gonna think? If they see you like this? I don't give two shits what they think.
Well, I do.
This is my family, too.
You know what? You're right.
Get out.
You what? You heard me.
Get out.
All of you! Go! And you lot.
Go on, get out.
Out! - I'm really sorry.
- Get out! - Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Get out.
And you.
This is MY house! He was MY son.
Fine.
Fine! [DOOR SLAMS.]
What are we up to, lads? What? Nothing.
In that case, let's move it on here, yeah? - You what? - You heard.
We ain't done nothing.
We're not gonna tell you again.
Let's go.
[ERIN SCOFFS.]
- Hey.
- Don't.
Sorry.
She's, erm It's OK.
It's been a rough day.
- For all of us.
- Yeah.
[GAMESHOW ON TV.]
TV: 'So, think of the materials - 'Lenny!' - 'Velvet fist?' [JAMAL SIGHS.]
'It's not velvet fist.
But you're very close, Lenny, seriously.
- 'Let's play some more.
' - [HE MUTES.]
TV What she was saying today, Erin about kids doing ket.
You You were listening to that? Yeah, I was in the obs room.
It's my job.
Yeah.
I mean, but that's a bit, erm You know.
- Did you know she was? - She's not doing drugs, Jenn.
- Yeah, that's not what I'm - I know my own daughter, all right? [SHE SCOFFS.]
[POUNDING MUSIC, CHATTER.]
All right, what do youse want? ADNAN: Lemonade.
Can I get four vodkas? Fuck the feds! - Jordan - No, fuck that! Fuck! And fuck Saif Rahman.
Dinner! So, look, erm I was, erm, talking to Conor today at school.
Before You know.
Do you? Do you think he's OK? It's just, you know, he's very quiet, and That's just what he's like.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know, I know.
We're not in the big city any more.
He's one of the few Black kids in the school.
Yeah, I-I understand that.
Erm Don't worry, Chris.
He'll be fine.
I'm not having a go.
- I'm not saying you are.
- [PHONE RINGS.]
Jenn? Sorry to call you at home.
No, no, it's fine.
Listen, uniform are on it, you don't have to do anything.
I just thought you'd wanna know.
Only it's Adnan.
[ENGINE REVVING.]
Police, I need to come in.
Thanks.
Come on, then, you little prick! Say that again! Say that to my face! - Calm down! - Fuck you! Fuck the lot of you! - Adnan! Adnan, leave it! - [GLASS SMASHES.]
Get up! We've got this.
We don't need CID.
Yeah, I'm a FLO.
I know him.
Adnan! - Adnan!, Get up! - Adnan, leave it! - Come on! Let go of me! - Leave it! - [BLOWS LANDING.]
- Argh! Come on, then! Come on! PC: That's an assault on a police officer, fucking scumbag! No, leave it.
Don't make a big thing of it.
- Just go.
Go home.
- I didn't mean to Fucking pussy! You chickenshit! Open your mouth one more time, pal, you're nicked.
What about him?! He gets to walk? Oi! Calm yourselves down! - Come on, mate.
- Get off me! [SHOUTING CONTINUES.]
What about him?! [SHE GROANS SOFTLY.]
That's her nan's recipe, that.
Handed down from generations.
All right, love? I've got some leftovers, so I'll stick it in the microwave for you.
- Mum? - God! It's OK.
- Mummy? - Jenn - I'm OK.
Yeah, I'm OK.
- I'll get something I'm fine.
It looks worse than it is.
[GRUNTING.]
[GLASS SMASHES.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]