Scott and Bailey s04e06 Episode Script
Professional Divide
Well, that's a bit of a giveaway.
~ Are you shagging Will Pemberton? ~ Who said that? You did when you didn't say no.
You are good.
Chris has got that sexy, knackered look.
I thought you were smarter than that.
~ Sexy, knackered? ~ Rachel Bailey, the human Heat magazine.
Boss, shall I drive you home? Don't take me for a mug.
I really don't like that.
Just to reiterate, I don't need a plus-one, I need a stand-in.
Think about it.
OK, Ta-ta.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Nice day for some sightseeing.
Excuse me.
We need to move this RV command post round the back so folk can change clothing away from this mob.
Morning.
The victims are Tam Robbinson, the pub owner, age 59, and his wife Patricia Robbinson, age 55.
There's a secondary scene in the connecting flat upstairs.
Any idea who was killed first? The assailant trailed the victims' blood up and down the stairs.
The drip pattern suggests him first, then her.
All the way back here, looks like she was chased.
I'm sick of blood.
Both victims were shot at close range.
Him in the left temple exiting above the right ear.
Her in the face.
If anything says strength of character about a person you've never met Provisional ballistics suggest Patricia wasn't crouched in the corner with her head buried, she was looking right at whoever shot her.
Personality type of this offender, somewhere between organised and mad frenzy.
No visible sign of a break-in.
CCTV was disabled inside and outside the pub.
The bodies were not moved but the assailant transferred some blood from his person up and down the stairwell.
Everything else appears untouched apart from the safe which was open and empty.
There should have been £1,200 in it.
So not much more than a bag of sand.
The ballistics expert won't commit to it until he's tested it, but by the look of the marks he's 98% sure it was a reactivated gun.
Did nobody hear anything? Mrs Alice Grange lives in that other flat up there so she was woken by a commotion at 4:00am which might or might not have been gunshots.
She's hard of hearing, so she came to the window and saw a car driving out of that car park.
Although she can't remember the make or colour of the car or even which direction it was travelling in because she wasn't wearing her specs.
The Robbinsons' car, a blue BMW saloon, MV07PZC, is in fact missing.
Mrs Grange also confirmed that the Robbinsons have a 16-year-old son, Simon, who we thought at first had been abducted, but we've since located him at school.
Who's our FLO? ~ Janet.
~ See how he takes the death message.
We also need to find two adult relatives, preferably, to formally identify the bodies.
If this is a premeditated burglary, the person would know the owners lived upstairs.
He wouldn't assume there was no-one home at 4:00am on a Tuesday.
Maybe it wasn't premeditated.
Somebody broke in on the spur of the moment but didn't know the pub had a flat connected to it.
The owner tried to stop it not realising that the offender was armed and was shot.
Which is why you don't brandish a hockey stick at a thug with a gun if that is what happened.
At this point we know very little.
I want more on the Robbinsons' lifestyle.
What happened in the last days of their lives? Who did they see? I want house to house, statements from pub regulars, suppliers, friends, family, the lot.
I'm fast-tracking what I can including the prints on the hockey stick.
But it will take days before we get a any lead on it.
Who's on exhibits? ~ Pete.
~ You and me will have a sit-down after.
You're gonna be a busy beaver.
OK.
TIE criteria and alibi timings are on your briefing sheet.
Who is the girl? That's your job.
Find out.
OK, so I need to warn you this is my daughter's school and that is my husband's new girlfriend.
Shall we go through? After you.
Simon, can I ask you where you were last night? ~ Paul's.
~ At Paul Owen's? He's in sixth form, too.
When did you last see or speak to your parents? Texted Mum after school.
Asked could I stay at Paul's.
OK.
I'm trying to locate your Aunt Dawn.
If we can't locate her, is there another family member you can stay with? Don't worry.
We'll find somewhere for you to stay tonight.
Simon.
Can I ask you who this is? Carla.
Half sister.
Didn't know her.
She died.
When I was like three.
How old was Carla? Everyone is dead now.
Hey, come here.
Have you found Pat's sister yet? Yeah, in Newcastle.
She's coming tomorrow to identify the bodies.
OK, just spoke to the CSM and then the lab.
Pete, two things.
The fingerprints on the hockey stick were Tam Robbinson's.
And found a piece of gum, chewing gum, green stuck to the outside of the door frame of the pub's back door which is the presumed exit, leads onto the car park.
The gum was relatively fresh, last day or so and it appears to have been pressed into the wood which has wrecked dental impression but interestingly, there's no print.
~ Which suggests gloves.
~ Bingo.
What did I day about organised? The lab is fast-tracking any DNA on it.
Simon Robbinson, poor kid, spent last night at his friend's, Paul Owen.
I've spoken to Paul's mother on the phone.
Simon will stay with them until his aunt arrives.
Paul's mum said both boys were in all night Tuesday night.
Also, Simon told us that the girl in the photo is his half sister, Carla.
Not Robbinson.
Passed away 13 years ago aged 17.
Why, if Carla died when she was 17, are there no photos of her over the age of about 12? ~ Odd or just me? ~ Odd.
~ Odd.
All the hallmarks of a break-in gone wrong, but Could it be a contract killing? Yeah, it's a line of enquiry.
Only half a glass for me.
I've got to be in work early.
And be out early.
Nice threads.
Did I already say this, Yeah.
I might fall asleep in this.
Delicious, thanks.
So I thought we could .
.
go for a drink before.
Depending on what time I can get away.
It will be over by 9:30.
We don't have to stay for the buffet.
You're gonna deny me a buffet? Gill is getting one.
Yeah? Long service medal? Commendation for bravery.
Helen Bartlett.
Janet said Gill calls it "prizes before pasture".
Hardly.
Apparently, she wants no fuss.
She's gonna hate seeing me there.
I might not wear the full dress dress seeing as I'm coming straight from work.
Honey You could come in a sack as long as it doesn't cover that face.
She's upset.
Nice to see you both on that sofa.
Were you at school today, Mum? Unfortunately I was.
~ I'll just check on the tea.
~ Did you know Simon very well? He's the one whose girlfriend got so smashed and had sex with him at a party.
~ Taisie.
~ They all take drugs, I heard.
How's things at your dad's? Yeah, how's Alfie? ~ Still snogging? ~ Taisie, shut up.
You want help? ~ I'm fine.
~ Everyone knows about you two, Elise.
I think Elise may be having sex with Eleanor Goodhead's son, Alfie.
~ Oh? ~ Everyone knows, Taisie said.
Last I heard she just had a little crush on him.
And Simon Robbinson does drugs apparently.
The secret world of kids is terrifying me right now.
~ They are nearly adults.
~ Nearly, but they are not.
Well, they're legally old enough.
So it's OK to have sex with your stepbrother sort of a thing? It's not incest, Janet.
Well, aren't you modern? I don't like it.
Gill knows by the way that I'm seeing Will.
She gave me a right earful.
~ She thinks I'm shagging my way to the top.
~ Did she actually say that? Basically.
If Simon does drugs he could owe money to a dealer who .
.
came to claim it and found his parents instead.
Oh, yes, I'd love one of those.
Thank you.
How is the busy beaver? Up to his ears in human detritus.
Pete, look up Ben Townsley.
He sounds like a nasty piece of work.
He's got loads of previous.
We got a result on the chewing gum.
DNA hit.
Benjamin Andrew Townsley.
Male.
White.
34 years.
As the boss said, loads of previous.
Oh.
In 2007, he was convicted for armed robbery.
Served five years.
The gum puts him at the scene within the last 48 hours.
Do a house search and interview him ASAP.
Can you tell me how your chewing gum ended up on the pub's back door Ben? Must have walked past, spat it.
Where were you going when you walked past, Ben? I might have been on my way to Liddles.
Yeah, I sometimes cut through that pub's car park on me way to Liddles.
You cut through the pub's car park coming from which direction? ~ My house.
~ It's a long walk.
~ I like to walk.
~ OK, Ben.
You say you took a shortcut through the pub's car park.
So how did your gum get all the way into the alcove of the pub's back door and onto the door frame? ~ Can you explain that? ~ I told you I spat it out.
You spat a piece of gum and it stuck on a door frame? You can do a bit better than that.
I spat it.
There were this woman there in the dark.
She told me to pick it up.
I hadn't seen her.
So I picked it up.
But then I were like, bugger you, so I flicked it.
Must have hit the door.
Show me how you picked it up.
Can you explain why there were no fingerprints on the gum, Ben? Dunno.
Maybe you didn't look hard enough.
Can you tell me what you were doing on Tuesday night? I were in my room till 9:00 watching TV.
Then I went down the pub near mine, had a few pints, flirted with that little barmaid, went home, wanked, passed out.
We've spoken to the auntie and Carla, who goes by the name of Kennedy after her birth father is very much not dead.
She's 30 years old and according to the National Insurance database living in Rochdale, studying nursing at college.
Someone needs to pay this long-lost daughter a visit.
Like now.
Has Gill said anything to you about retiring again? She said four months, months ago.
Not that I want her out.
I just want to be prepared.
She hasn't said a word to me.
Remarkably tight lipped on some subjects.
When it's about her life, no over disclosure there.
Do you think she's been acting a bit weird lately? ~ I think she's tired.
~ The night she let on you were first choice for sergeant, she'd been drinking at her desk.
What? I smelled booze on her the other morning.
Right.
But do you think it's a problem? I don't think we're talking gin bottles in the lampshade, but maybe she's feeling the pressure, feeling like every case is the one she'll be remembered for.
Do we need to be mentioning this to somebody? Hopefully she'll go before it comes to that.
~ We need to find out what she's planning.
~ Yeah.
Carla, I'm Detective Sergeant Rachel Bailey from Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident Team.
~ This is my colleague ~ Can we go outside so I can smoke? Thank you.
Thanks.
Your Aunt Dawn says that you were estrange from your mother, ~ that she put you into care.
~ Care? A residential drugs program.
She didn't care for me.
I cared for me.
It wasn't until I was in my flat last year, the kitchen caught on fire cos of some shit I'd left on the cooker and I barely got out, that's when I started rehab properly, that's what it took.
God took care of me.
When did you last see her? Years ago.
I rang her once.
But .
.
she said, "I've already buried you.
" Can you imagine saying that to your own daughter? It is a strange thing for a mother to say.
Carla, we'd like you to come in to the station with us, give us some DNA samples and fingerprints.
Can I come tomorrow? Somewhere I've got to be now.
OK.
Here's my card, it's got the address on, but we will expect to see you tomorrow.
Sweet.
I've always wanted to be fingerprinted.
Janet, come in.
Simon's gone to see his Aunt Dawn in Newcastle.
We've given him time off school.
I've come to collect a copy of his school file actually.
Of course.
Eleanor, I've been hearing some rumour of trouble at a party recently.
Oh? Well, please sit.
I won't be two ticks.
I'm a little bit uncomfortable about it.
Both as Simon's Family Liaison Officer and as a parent with daughters at this school and one in your home.
And also I know it's entirely natural, but I'm not comfortable about it.
And since I know, I think it's only right that you know.
Since presumably it's happening under your roof.
So that we can find a way with aid to tackle it together.
I'm not sure what you mean.
I mean sex.
In my house? Alfie and Elise, Eleanor.
My son is not having sex with your daughter, Janet anywhere.
I can assure you.
Oh, I'm sorry, I I must have got the wrong end of the stick.
No, no, I'm sure you haven't.
And I'm not surprised Elise has led you to believe that.
I'm glad you mentioned it.
Because Alfie's become increasingly uncomfortable with the way she dotes on him .
.
and doesn't make any attempt to hide her feelings, even though, I'm afraid, they are unreciprocated.
Oh, well, if you have a problem with Elise's behaviour in your home you really need to speak to Ade.
Oh, I have.
He just says it's a schoolgirl crush.
And he really wants Elise to stay with us.
He doesn't seem to see how it affects Alfie.
It's extremely awkward for everyone.
Eleanor, Elise is entitled to have a crush on whoever she wants.
If you and Alfie can't handle it, then please send her home.
I'll just copy this file for you.
Sorry.
At least she's not sleeping with him.
She's in love with him and he hates her.
Nobody said "hate".
They are all laughing at her.
I thought that she'd chosen Ade over me so I was selfishly a bit pleased that it was about a boy more than anything, but I have to get her out of there.
You can't interfere.
Then she'll hate you.
You can't stop how she feels.
Are you excited about tonight? Too tired to think about it.
Wait a minute.
You said two weeks ago, quote, unquote, "We're coming out, Will and I.
I even bought a frock.
" He's just getting his Long Service medal.
And it will be full of wives.
Are you gonna let what Godzilla said to you bother you? I don't give a stuff what she thinks about me and Will.
Mitch.
Yeah.
Right.
The drug program attended by Carla Kennedy in 2013 was also attended by Ben Townsley for his parole requirement.
The guy we interviewed about the gum.
~ So they know each other? ~ They were there together for three weeks.
Get her in.
Why isn't she here already? She's coming in tomorrow to give samples.
Use the time to dig.
Draw up an interview strategy.
Course.
I've got to nip out.
I'm out this evening.
~ Good luck.
~ Good night.
Guess I'll see you at the do.
'Hi, this is Will.
I can't take your call but leave a message and I'll get back to you.
' Will Look I can't get away.
Thing is Godzilla has asked me to prepare this interview strategy for Janet for the morning.
And she's going herself, you know, to your function.
Janet is having a domestic with her daughter.
It's, well it's all been left to me, so Look, it's a bugger, I'm sorry.
I'll speak to you later.
Good luck.
Can you tell me about your relationship with Ben Townsley? We were both at Dean House.
Were you having a sexual relationship with Ben? Men and women have separate dorms.
Is that a yes or a no, Carla? No.
So how would you describe your relationship with Ben? We passed each other in corridors.
~ Did you ever speak to him? ~ Directly? Yes.
We had our BPD group together.
BPD? Can you clarify what you mean? Therapy term, Borderline Personality Disorder.
What would have been discussed in this therapy group? I don't see how that is your business.
I'm not asking you to disclose anything private, Carla.
I'm just trying to work out what might have happened to your mother.
I'm wondering if you might have inadvertently given Mr Townsley information about your mother and her husband ~ within the therapy group.
~ Course I talked about them.
Everyone talks about their arsehole parents.
That's what you do.
That's how you make peace with it.
Ben's got his own issues with his own, I'm not gonna talk about.
OK, Carla, so, not disclosing the therapy itself, might you have mentioned the pub they ran, the name of it, or the address? No.
In these therapy sessions how did Ben Townsley strike you? He was angry.
Climbing walls.
Stares at me.
I need water.
Why don't we take a break? I'm not gonna have to see her, am I? Your mother has been identified.
Good.
I don't want to see her.
I think she's hiding something but whether it's to do with her or him I don't know.
Where are we up to with Ben? CCTV in the pub Ben was in on Tuesday night and the girl behind the bar both confirm his account from 9:15pm until 12:30am.
So far the search team has found nothing incriminating in his room.
He's got no stuff in there at all.
No signs of life, as it were.
Ben's been good since 2007, so why offend again now for 1,200 quid, when he knows he goes straight back to jail? It's a grubby amount of money to kill two people for but he's always taken big risks for small rewards.
Crime is a habit for him.
Maybe Carla spurned his advances and it's some kind of revenge? I'm thinking she didn't spurn his advances and it's joint enterprise.
~ She's got the parental abuse issues.
~ And the combination to the safe.
Who would give a drug-taking teenager the combo to a cash safe? ~ Maybe they didn't give it to her? ~ The combo is Simon's birthday, easy.
~ Is Carla being fingerprinted? ~ She's down there now.
Let's stall her.
See if we can get an urgent oral authorisation for some directed surveillance for her.
If she and Ben are in a relationship now, after she leaves here, she's likely to contact him.
We can think about getting a written authority ~ to keep an eye on Ben later if we need it.
~ Who authorises urgent? Detective Super Pemberton.
He got an award last night, you might have heard.
He'll be in a good mood.
~ Hiya.
~ Ma'am.
Can I got to someone else for the authority? When you've got friends in such high places? ~ Don't.
~ Rachel, he's been allocated as our authorising officer.
I didn't see you last night.
Were you hiding at the back? You You said you didn't want it to affect my job.
I had work to do.
Is there a problem I need to know about? Have you fallen out? ~ I'd prefer not to ask him for a favour.
~ Fine.
I'll phone him, but next time you're on your own.
I was right, this is affecting your job.
What's the hold up? We're waiting for buccal swabs to be sent over from another syndicate.
We've run out.
Could you sit down? Well, I've really gotta go.
~ Where do you need to go, Carla? ~ I've got college.
I need a smoke.
I've got lots of things.
What? Carla, you seem very agitated.
My mother was executed for god's sake.
And I need a wee.
OK? Thanks, Will.
I really appreciate that.
Thank you.
Bye.
~ Was that OK? ~ There's a full surveillance team about to start a training exercise down the road.
He's asked their trainer to divert to us.
They'll need somebody to ride shotgun.
It should be you.
Get some lifestyle.
And house Carla.
But we must follow up with some written authorisation ASAP.
~ Boss.
~ Yeah? I was just wondering when Don't you have to give 30 days' notice before you retire? Why? Can't wait to he shot of me? No, the opposite.
I'm worried about what's gonna happen when you go.
To be sergeant without you.
OK.
Point taken.
You need to go.
Can we come back to this? We've got an eyeball on her.
House on Colwell Avenue, number 14.
O-L-1-3-D-W.
She went straight there.
Thanks, Rache.
It's on the PNC and our systems, resident known to us as a dealer.
Gill, Carla's gone to a house, some kind of drugs den.
~ Not Ben's? ~ Mark Britton is his name.
Known dealer, previous for assault.
Shall we bring him in? Let's make use of the surveillance while we've got it.
House Carla.
Let's draw up plans for a dawn raid at Mark Britton's.
See what he knows about Carla.
~ And if he is dealing, arrest him.
~ Right.
So, was it all right last night? The food was better than I remembered.
'Leave a message for Elise.
' Anything happening? We followed her back to her flat and she's been at the window ranting to herself for the last two hours.
Has Will still not called? I haven't checked.
Keeping yourself busy, then? Where are you? Just about to get into my car and go home.
All right, see you.
Bye.
Looks like Carla has been put to bed for the night.
We've been here for over two hours.
She's not going anywhere by the looks of it.
I suppose we have housed her.
I'll never get the overtime signed off.
I'll get the night crew to give passing attention to her flat.
All teams, stand down.
Hi.
Do you want some company? It's after half 11, Rache.
You didn't answer my text.
I rode shotgun in a plumber's van for eight hours on that surveillance.
They actually wee in a bottle.
~ Are you OK? ~ Tired.
Yeah, well, it's been all consuming.
So, where is this medal? In its box.
Will I'm really sorry.
About last night, I just couldn't get away.
We both know that doesn't stack up.
Sorry? Give me some credit, Rache.
If you want to go out, just say so.
~ Don't blame work.
~ I'm not blaming.
If I didn't do it, nobody else would.
Janet can set her own strategy.
There were other things I needed to do.
I needed to allocate actions, review things I couldn't let the investigation stall because I wanted to go out.
You didn't want to go out is the point.
~ That's bollocks.
~ You spending two hours at that function wouldn't have impacted on any actions.
If you said, "I have to finish for Will's ceremony," ~ everyone would have said fine.
~ No, they'd say, "Who's Will?" Yeah, well If we'd been open about this from the start This wasn't just about you showing your face for my sake, Rache.
It was meant to be for us.
The job comes first.
Other things have to fall away.
You let a lot of things fall away from what I gather.
Christ, Will.
I've said I'm sorry so can we just move on? I was sleeping ten minutes ago.
You're the one who showed up at my door asking me what's wrong.
I don't like things like dressing up.
~ Because I think it's daft and I'm no bloody good at it.
~ Nobody likes it.
But everyone is dressed up and it's a laugh.
Except everybody stares at me, saying, "She's climbing that ladder in her red frock.
" Other people will say, "She's where she is cos she's bloody clever.
" And you gave us authorisation for that surveillance without making us wait and without an application.
Oh, Rachel, I am too tired to do this now.
~ Would you rather I'd refused? ~ No.
So people might think things, it's what they do.
They are gonna thing about you sneaking around too.
If you really cared what people think, you wouldn't keep us secret.
~ Don't put so much pressure on me.
~ What pressure, Rachel? I don't want to marry you.
I don't even want you to move in.
I would just like to be able to see you occasionally outside bedrooms.
Well, I'm here.
I'm here now and all you are doing is shouting at me.
I'm being reasonable for But you don't like it because you're a teenager.
I'm going to bed.
I will speak to you tomorrow.
So you left? It's just a stupid row.
It's fine.
Rache, what did you say? And what does that make you? Some dirty old man? ~ Any luck with Carla's dealer? What's he saying? ~ He's not.
Just waiting for a solicitor.
We found speed, cannabis, ecstasy, five grand in cash, three phones, latex gloves.
~ He's cutting speed with bath salts.
~ Any gun? No.
We caught him trying to flush his stash down the bog.
Too bad he didn't swallow it.
Dealers, they are all scum.
How do you know Carla Kennedy, Mark? ~ She buys whizz from me.
~ Whizz? 'Phets.
Amphetamines.
Wraps.
Five a day.
But she'll snort anything.
~ How much does a wrap cost? ~ A tenner.
How long has Carla been buying amphetamines from you? Years.
She was off it for a while but lately it's most days.
So that's 50 quid a day That's a big habit.
~ How does she pay for that? ~ Cash.
~ Always? ~ Sometimes she brought shit.
~ What kind of shit? ~ Shit.
TV, computer and that.
When was the last time you saw her? Wednesday.
~ How much did she buy Wednesday? ~ 40 wraps.
~ She didn't pay cash.
~ No? How did she pay? I tell you what, mate, how about this, yeah? What if I help you out .
.
and then maybe you can help me out? Mark, you're gonna be charged.
Whether it's just for possession with intent to supply or also conspiracy to murder, that's up to you mate.
'For the record, I didn't know where it had come from.
She brought me this BMW.
' Jackpot.
'I can show you where it is.
It's all locked up.
But not in one piece.
Do you get me?' Get the car.
Low loader.
Full lift, full forensic recovery.
The works.
Arrest strategy for Carla.
Open up! Police! Police! ~ Police! ~ Police! Upstairs.
Show yourselves.
I'm not going! ~ Carla! ~ Somebody help me! Argh! Get her.
Carla Kennedy, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.
You don't have to say anything but it may harm your defence ~ if you do not mention ~ Ben Townsley is in here.
Leave her alone! ~ Get off! ~ Argh! Get off him, you bastard! Boss, guess who's been living in Carla's cupboard while we were outside her house? ~ How did you miss that? ~ You just told me to house her.
And I did.
I didn't know he was already inside.
~ Was that wrong? ~ Keep them separate.
OK.
~ I need to speak to Ben.
~ I'm afraid you can't right now.
Please.
I need to speak to him.
I don't like this feeling.
I really don't like this feeling.
Ben is not in this building.
He's at another police station.
He's OK.
The police surgeon is on her way to see him.
Bitch.
He doesn't have a mum.
He doesn't have anybody.
I'm all he has.
'He's off his nut.
' Full-blown, drug-induced paranoid psychosis times two.
'He was playing Grand Designs in the wardrobe using his knife to take plaster off the bricks and then hiding their drugs between them.
' The custody officer called out police surgeons to examine them.
They are not fit to be interviewed and need to sleep it off.
Not much fun going cold turkey.
Anyway, the pace clock ticks on.
'OK, boss.
' I shouldn't have stood the surveillance team down.
~ We've got 'em now.
~ I screwed up and Gill knows it.
"DS Bailey, how can you justify me giving you a dozen officers for another eight-hour period? Yes, I know.
But still I found Pat Robbinson's gym card.
Chassis numbers match.
They are just fast-tracking the prints now.
Yeah, all right.
See you soon.
~ Oh, god.
~ What? "Dear Janet, I thought you should know, Alfie is going travelling in his gap year.
He'll leave in a few weeks.
Elise has taken the news badly.
I thought it'd be nice if you gave her a ring.
With good wishes, Eleanor.
" Bugger off, don't tell me how to look after my daughter.
Poor Elise.
Do you fancy going for a drink? No, I want to get home, see Taisie.
~ Well, go.
~ Stop feeling sorry for yourself! You should have gone to Will's award.
You said you would.
Having him in your life has been good for you and you throw that away over a dress or Gill or whatever you think it is, that ~ Thank you.
~ Listen.
I'm sorry I snapped yesterday.
No.
You were absolutely right.
I'm glad, Janet.
Every time you've snapped at me, I've done it ten times to you.
~ I do know that.
~ Thank you.
It wasn't about you.
It wasn't even about Eleanor.
I'm just finding it extremely challenging not to interfere with Elise, not to just haul her out of there to protect her.
They are sober.
They've slept.
They are in really shitty moods which will worsen when we tell them Ben's fingerprints are all over that steering wheel.
The upside is they'll turn on each other which is ideal ~ cos we've already lost 17 hours off the pace clock.
~ OK.
Me, Mitch, Pete, let's scoot down to Stockport Road nick.
Mark Britton told us that you gave him a BMW on Wednesday morning in exchange for 40 wraps of speed.
We've recovered that BMW which we know belonged to your mother and her husband.
What can you tell me about that, Carla? This car was last seen driving away from the Fox and Hare pub at 4:00am, after your mother and stepfather had been murdered.
Can you explain this, Carla? What were you doing at the pub, Carla? A love protest.
How noble.
~ No comment.
~ When we examined the car, Ben, we found your fingerprints on the steering wheel.
What explanation can you give me? No comment.
You can plead your head is too sore but don't use that as an excuse for not telling me something you later rely on in court.
We're the last ones standing.
We've got no evidence that either of them were actually inside that pub.
Unless we find something, they are walking.
Shall we go for an inspirational pint? I've got an hour more of this then it's home to the wife and my book.
Still here, too? I've made my bed, haven't I? I see that.
I've been beating myself up.
I should have gone with you.
Yeah.
I was an idiot, Will.
Yeah.
You were.
But I've been thinking, Rachel, and .
.
I've decided that life is too short, at my age ~ to convince someone to stick around.
~ You don't have to convince me.
~ I want to stick around.
~ Yeah, I know, but .
.
it's not working for me, Rachel.
That'll be Rachel.
Oh Hey.
Bright and early, eh? Rachel Bailey, Manchester Metropolitan Police.
Pat's gym card.
Checked it last night.
It hadn't been used for months until Wednesday morning.
Got the CCTV from the desk and who should walk in at 6:30am? Carla.
Swipes the card.
Goes to the changing room.
Leaves 30 minutes later with wet hair minus a layer of clothing.
There's no CCTV in her so management don't know when that locker was claimed.
You could leave your stuff for a year.
But the point is people don't leave their stuff for a year.
I was the first person in here today and there was one locker still locked.
They are stuffed.
She's on CCTV.
It'll take time to corroborate that it's the same gun.
~ Get DNA off it.
~ And determine who shot who? Whoever shot him, shot her.
Think, shot at close range, logic says the person who transferred blood from one scene to the other is the same person who pulled the trigger.
Of the two choices, a man you don't know or your long-lost daughter, which one are you likely to look right at while they point a gun? Who would you think you could talk sense into? Carla shot her stepfather then went upstairs and shot her mum.
Remind me never to have kids.
~ We'll charge them both with murder.
They'll get life.
~ Yeah.
By the way, when I do put myself out to pasture, which I will when I'm ready, which is not yet, I personally think you'll be fine without me.
You'll know what to do.
And in the meantime we can keep going over things.
~ I'll keep you under my wing.
~ Yeah.
I'd like that, boss.
Just after 6:00 this morning, a walker spotted a body wedged between two rocks.
~ The feeling is it's suspicious.
~ He went out to get some nappies and never came back.
That was 15 years ago.
If you'd done things bloody properly you'd have known about this hours ago.
They were chasing after him.
~ You've done nothing wrong.
~ Janet! ~ This is weird to tell you this now.
~ What?
~ Are you shagging Will Pemberton? ~ Who said that? You did when you didn't say no.
You are good.
Chris has got that sexy, knackered look.
I thought you were smarter than that.
~ Sexy, knackered? ~ Rachel Bailey, the human Heat magazine.
Boss, shall I drive you home? Don't take me for a mug.
I really don't like that.
Just to reiterate, I don't need a plus-one, I need a stand-in.
Think about it.
OK, Ta-ta.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Nice day for some sightseeing.
Excuse me.
We need to move this RV command post round the back so folk can change clothing away from this mob.
Morning.
The victims are Tam Robbinson, the pub owner, age 59, and his wife Patricia Robbinson, age 55.
There's a secondary scene in the connecting flat upstairs.
Any idea who was killed first? The assailant trailed the victims' blood up and down the stairs.
The drip pattern suggests him first, then her.
All the way back here, looks like she was chased.
I'm sick of blood.
Both victims were shot at close range.
Him in the left temple exiting above the right ear.
Her in the face.
If anything says strength of character about a person you've never met Provisional ballistics suggest Patricia wasn't crouched in the corner with her head buried, she was looking right at whoever shot her.
Personality type of this offender, somewhere between organised and mad frenzy.
No visible sign of a break-in.
CCTV was disabled inside and outside the pub.
The bodies were not moved but the assailant transferred some blood from his person up and down the stairwell.
Everything else appears untouched apart from the safe which was open and empty.
There should have been £1,200 in it.
So not much more than a bag of sand.
The ballistics expert won't commit to it until he's tested it, but by the look of the marks he's 98% sure it was a reactivated gun.
Did nobody hear anything? Mrs Alice Grange lives in that other flat up there so she was woken by a commotion at 4:00am which might or might not have been gunshots.
She's hard of hearing, so she came to the window and saw a car driving out of that car park.
Although she can't remember the make or colour of the car or even which direction it was travelling in because she wasn't wearing her specs.
The Robbinsons' car, a blue BMW saloon, MV07PZC, is in fact missing.
Mrs Grange also confirmed that the Robbinsons have a 16-year-old son, Simon, who we thought at first had been abducted, but we've since located him at school.
Who's our FLO? ~ Janet.
~ See how he takes the death message.
We also need to find two adult relatives, preferably, to formally identify the bodies.
If this is a premeditated burglary, the person would know the owners lived upstairs.
He wouldn't assume there was no-one home at 4:00am on a Tuesday.
Maybe it wasn't premeditated.
Somebody broke in on the spur of the moment but didn't know the pub had a flat connected to it.
The owner tried to stop it not realising that the offender was armed and was shot.
Which is why you don't brandish a hockey stick at a thug with a gun if that is what happened.
At this point we know very little.
I want more on the Robbinsons' lifestyle.
What happened in the last days of their lives? Who did they see? I want house to house, statements from pub regulars, suppliers, friends, family, the lot.
I'm fast-tracking what I can including the prints on the hockey stick.
But it will take days before we get a any lead on it.
Who's on exhibits? ~ Pete.
~ You and me will have a sit-down after.
You're gonna be a busy beaver.
OK.
TIE criteria and alibi timings are on your briefing sheet.
Who is the girl? That's your job.
Find out.
OK, so I need to warn you this is my daughter's school and that is my husband's new girlfriend.
Shall we go through? After you.
Simon, can I ask you where you were last night? ~ Paul's.
~ At Paul Owen's? He's in sixth form, too.
When did you last see or speak to your parents? Texted Mum after school.
Asked could I stay at Paul's.
OK.
I'm trying to locate your Aunt Dawn.
If we can't locate her, is there another family member you can stay with? Don't worry.
We'll find somewhere for you to stay tonight.
Simon.
Can I ask you who this is? Carla.
Half sister.
Didn't know her.
She died.
When I was like three.
How old was Carla? Everyone is dead now.
Hey, come here.
Have you found Pat's sister yet? Yeah, in Newcastle.
She's coming tomorrow to identify the bodies.
OK, just spoke to the CSM and then the lab.
Pete, two things.
The fingerprints on the hockey stick were Tam Robbinson's.
And found a piece of gum, chewing gum, green stuck to the outside of the door frame of the pub's back door which is the presumed exit, leads onto the car park.
The gum was relatively fresh, last day or so and it appears to have been pressed into the wood which has wrecked dental impression but interestingly, there's no print.
~ Which suggests gloves.
~ Bingo.
What did I day about organised? The lab is fast-tracking any DNA on it.
Simon Robbinson, poor kid, spent last night at his friend's, Paul Owen.
I've spoken to Paul's mother on the phone.
Simon will stay with them until his aunt arrives.
Paul's mum said both boys were in all night Tuesday night.
Also, Simon told us that the girl in the photo is his half sister, Carla.
Not Robbinson.
Passed away 13 years ago aged 17.
Why, if Carla died when she was 17, are there no photos of her over the age of about 12? ~ Odd or just me? ~ Odd.
~ Odd.
All the hallmarks of a break-in gone wrong, but Could it be a contract killing? Yeah, it's a line of enquiry.
Only half a glass for me.
I've got to be in work early.
And be out early.
Nice threads.
Did I already say this, Yeah.
I might fall asleep in this.
Delicious, thanks.
So I thought we could .
.
go for a drink before.
Depending on what time I can get away.
It will be over by 9:30.
We don't have to stay for the buffet.
You're gonna deny me a buffet? Gill is getting one.
Yeah? Long service medal? Commendation for bravery.
Helen Bartlett.
Janet said Gill calls it "prizes before pasture".
Hardly.
Apparently, she wants no fuss.
She's gonna hate seeing me there.
I might not wear the full dress dress seeing as I'm coming straight from work.
Honey You could come in a sack as long as it doesn't cover that face.
She's upset.
Nice to see you both on that sofa.
Were you at school today, Mum? Unfortunately I was.
~ I'll just check on the tea.
~ Did you know Simon very well? He's the one whose girlfriend got so smashed and had sex with him at a party.
~ Taisie.
~ They all take drugs, I heard.
How's things at your dad's? Yeah, how's Alfie? ~ Still snogging? ~ Taisie, shut up.
You want help? ~ I'm fine.
~ Everyone knows about you two, Elise.
I think Elise may be having sex with Eleanor Goodhead's son, Alfie.
~ Oh? ~ Everyone knows, Taisie said.
Last I heard she just had a little crush on him.
And Simon Robbinson does drugs apparently.
The secret world of kids is terrifying me right now.
~ They are nearly adults.
~ Nearly, but they are not.
Well, they're legally old enough.
So it's OK to have sex with your stepbrother sort of a thing? It's not incest, Janet.
Well, aren't you modern? I don't like it.
Gill knows by the way that I'm seeing Will.
She gave me a right earful.
~ She thinks I'm shagging my way to the top.
~ Did she actually say that? Basically.
If Simon does drugs he could owe money to a dealer who .
.
came to claim it and found his parents instead.
Oh, yes, I'd love one of those.
Thank you.
How is the busy beaver? Up to his ears in human detritus.
Pete, look up Ben Townsley.
He sounds like a nasty piece of work.
He's got loads of previous.
We got a result on the chewing gum.
DNA hit.
Benjamin Andrew Townsley.
Male.
White.
34 years.
As the boss said, loads of previous.
Oh.
In 2007, he was convicted for armed robbery.
Served five years.
The gum puts him at the scene within the last 48 hours.
Do a house search and interview him ASAP.
Can you tell me how your chewing gum ended up on the pub's back door Ben? Must have walked past, spat it.
Where were you going when you walked past, Ben? I might have been on my way to Liddles.
Yeah, I sometimes cut through that pub's car park on me way to Liddles.
You cut through the pub's car park coming from which direction? ~ My house.
~ It's a long walk.
~ I like to walk.
~ OK, Ben.
You say you took a shortcut through the pub's car park.
So how did your gum get all the way into the alcove of the pub's back door and onto the door frame? ~ Can you explain that? ~ I told you I spat it out.
You spat a piece of gum and it stuck on a door frame? You can do a bit better than that.
I spat it.
There were this woman there in the dark.
She told me to pick it up.
I hadn't seen her.
So I picked it up.
But then I were like, bugger you, so I flicked it.
Must have hit the door.
Show me how you picked it up.
Can you explain why there were no fingerprints on the gum, Ben? Dunno.
Maybe you didn't look hard enough.
Can you tell me what you were doing on Tuesday night? I were in my room till 9:00 watching TV.
Then I went down the pub near mine, had a few pints, flirted with that little barmaid, went home, wanked, passed out.
We've spoken to the auntie and Carla, who goes by the name of Kennedy after her birth father is very much not dead.
She's 30 years old and according to the National Insurance database living in Rochdale, studying nursing at college.
Someone needs to pay this long-lost daughter a visit.
Like now.
Has Gill said anything to you about retiring again? She said four months, months ago.
Not that I want her out.
I just want to be prepared.
She hasn't said a word to me.
Remarkably tight lipped on some subjects.
When it's about her life, no over disclosure there.
Do you think she's been acting a bit weird lately? ~ I think she's tired.
~ The night she let on you were first choice for sergeant, she'd been drinking at her desk.
What? I smelled booze on her the other morning.
Right.
But do you think it's a problem? I don't think we're talking gin bottles in the lampshade, but maybe she's feeling the pressure, feeling like every case is the one she'll be remembered for.
Do we need to be mentioning this to somebody? Hopefully she'll go before it comes to that.
~ We need to find out what she's planning.
~ Yeah.
Carla, I'm Detective Sergeant Rachel Bailey from Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident Team.
~ This is my colleague ~ Can we go outside so I can smoke? Thank you.
Thanks.
Your Aunt Dawn says that you were estrange from your mother, ~ that she put you into care.
~ Care? A residential drugs program.
She didn't care for me.
I cared for me.
It wasn't until I was in my flat last year, the kitchen caught on fire cos of some shit I'd left on the cooker and I barely got out, that's when I started rehab properly, that's what it took.
God took care of me.
When did you last see her? Years ago.
I rang her once.
But .
.
she said, "I've already buried you.
" Can you imagine saying that to your own daughter? It is a strange thing for a mother to say.
Carla, we'd like you to come in to the station with us, give us some DNA samples and fingerprints.
Can I come tomorrow? Somewhere I've got to be now.
OK.
Here's my card, it's got the address on, but we will expect to see you tomorrow.
Sweet.
I've always wanted to be fingerprinted.
Janet, come in.
Simon's gone to see his Aunt Dawn in Newcastle.
We've given him time off school.
I've come to collect a copy of his school file actually.
Of course.
Eleanor, I've been hearing some rumour of trouble at a party recently.
Oh? Well, please sit.
I won't be two ticks.
I'm a little bit uncomfortable about it.
Both as Simon's Family Liaison Officer and as a parent with daughters at this school and one in your home.
And also I know it's entirely natural, but I'm not comfortable about it.
And since I know, I think it's only right that you know.
Since presumably it's happening under your roof.
So that we can find a way with aid to tackle it together.
I'm not sure what you mean.
I mean sex.
In my house? Alfie and Elise, Eleanor.
My son is not having sex with your daughter, Janet anywhere.
I can assure you.
Oh, I'm sorry, I I must have got the wrong end of the stick.
No, no, I'm sure you haven't.
And I'm not surprised Elise has led you to believe that.
I'm glad you mentioned it.
Because Alfie's become increasingly uncomfortable with the way she dotes on him .
.
and doesn't make any attempt to hide her feelings, even though, I'm afraid, they are unreciprocated.
Oh, well, if you have a problem with Elise's behaviour in your home you really need to speak to Ade.
Oh, I have.
He just says it's a schoolgirl crush.
And he really wants Elise to stay with us.
He doesn't seem to see how it affects Alfie.
It's extremely awkward for everyone.
Eleanor, Elise is entitled to have a crush on whoever she wants.
If you and Alfie can't handle it, then please send her home.
I'll just copy this file for you.
Sorry.
At least she's not sleeping with him.
She's in love with him and he hates her.
Nobody said "hate".
They are all laughing at her.
I thought that she'd chosen Ade over me so I was selfishly a bit pleased that it was about a boy more than anything, but I have to get her out of there.
You can't interfere.
Then she'll hate you.
You can't stop how she feels.
Are you excited about tonight? Too tired to think about it.
Wait a minute.
You said two weeks ago, quote, unquote, "We're coming out, Will and I.
I even bought a frock.
" He's just getting his Long Service medal.
And it will be full of wives.
Are you gonna let what Godzilla said to you bother you? I don't give a stuff what she thinks about me and Will.
Mitch.
Yeah.
Right.
The drug program attended by Carla Kennedy in 2013 was also attended by Ben Townsley for his parole requirement.
The guy we interviewed about the gum.
~ So they know each other? ~ They were there together for three weeks.
Get her in.
Why isn't she here already? She's coming in tomorrow to give samples.
Use the time to dig.
Draw up an interview strategy.
Course.
I've got to nip out.
I'm out this evening.
~ Good luck.
~ Good night.
Guess I'll see you at the do.
'Hi, this is Will.
I can't take your call but leave a message and I'll get back to you.
' Will Look I can't get away.
Thing is Godzilla has asked me to prepare this interview strategy for Janet for the morning.
And she's going herself, you know, to your function.
Janet is having a domestic with her daughter.
It's, well it's all been left to me, so Look, it's a bugger, I'm sorry.
I'll speak to you later.
Good luck.
Can you tell me about your relationship with Ben Townsley? We were both at Dean House.
Were you having a sexual relationship with Ben? Men and women have separate dorms.
Is that a yes or a no, Carla? No.
So how would you describe your relationship with Ben? We passed each other in corridors.
~ Did you ever speak to him? ~ Directly? Yes.
We had our BPD group together.
BPD? Can you clarify what you mean? Therapy term, Borderline Personality Disorder.
What would have been discussed in this therapy group? I don't see how that is your business.
I'm not asking you to disclose anything private, Carla.
I'm just trying to work out what might have happened to your mother.
I'm wondering if you might have inadvertently given Mr Townsley information about your mother and her husband ~ within the therapy group.
~ Course I talked about them.
Everyone talks about their arsehole parents.
That's what you do.
That's how you make peace with it.
Ben's got his own issues with his own, I'm not gonna talk about.
OK, Carla, so, not disclosing the therapy itself, might you have mentioned the pub they ran, the name of it, or the address? No.
In these therapy sessions how did Ben Townsley strike you? He was angry.
Climbing walls.
Stares at me.
I need water.
Why don't we take a break? I'm not gonna have to see her, am I? Your mother has been identified.
Good.
I don't want to see her.
I think she's hiding something but whether it's to do with her or him I don't know.
Where are we up to with Ben? CCTV in the pub Ben was in on Tuesday night and the girl behind the bar both confirm his account from 9:15pm until 12:30am.
So far the search team has found nothing incriminating in his room.
He's got no stuff in there at all.
No signs of life, as it were.
Ben's been good since 2007, so why offend again now for 1,200 quid, when he knows he goes straight back to jail? It's a grubby amount of money to kill two people for but he's always taken big risks for small rewards.
Crime is a habit for him.
Maybe Carla spurned his advances and it's some kind of revenge? I'm thinking she didn't spurn his advances and it's joint enterprise.
~ She's got the parental abuse issues.
~ And the combination to the safe.
Who would give a drug-taking teenager the combo to a cash safe? ~ Maybe they didn't give it to her? ~ The combo is Simon's birthday, easy.
~ Is Carla being fingerprinted? ~ She's down there now.
Let's stall her.
See if we can get an urgent oral authorisation for some directed surveillance for her.
If she and Ben are in a relationship now, after she leaves here, she's likely to contact him.
We can think about getting a written authority ~ to keep an eye on Ben later if we need it.
~ Who authorises urgent? Detective Super Pemberton.
He got an award last night, you might have heard.
He'll be in a good mood.
~ Hiya.
~ Ma'am.
Can I got to someone else for the authority? When you've got friends in such high places? ~ Don't.
~ Rachel, he's been allocated as our authorising officer.
I didn't see you last night.
Were you hiding at the back? You You said you didn't want it to affect my job.
I had work to do.
Is there a problem I need to know about? Have you fallen out? ~ I'd prefer not to ask him for a favour.
~ Fine.
I'll phone him, but next time you're on your own.
I was right, this is affecting your job.
What's the hold up? We're waiting for buccal swabs to be sent over from another syndicate.
We've run out.
Could you sit down? Well, I've really gotta go.
~ Where do you need to go, Carla? ~ I've got college.
I need a smoke.
I've got lots of things.
What? Carla, you seem very agitated.
My mother was executed for god's sake.
And I need a wee.
OK? Thanks, Will.
I really appreciate that.
Thank you.
Bye.
~ Was that OK? ~ There's a full surveillance team about to start a training exercise down the road.
He's asked their trainer to divert to us.
They'll need somebody to ride shotgun.
It should be you.
Get some lifestyle.
And house Carla.
But we must follow up with some written authorisation ASAP.
~ Boss.
~ Yeah? I was just wondering when Don't you have to give 30 days' notice before you retire? Why? Can't wait to he shot of me? No, the opposite.
I'm worried about what's gonna happen when you go.
To be sergeant without you.
OK.
Point taken.
You need to go.
Can we come back to this? We've got an eyeball on her.
House on Colwell Avenue, number 14.
O-L-1-3-D-W.
She went straight there.
Thanks, Rache.
It's on the PNC and our systems, resident known to us as a dealer.
Gill, Carla's gone to a house, some kind of drugs den.
~ Not Ben's? ~ Mark Britton is his name.
Known dealer, previous for assault.
Shall we bring him in? Let's make use of the surveillance while we've got it.
House Carla.
Let's draw up plans for a dawn raid at Mark Britton's.
See what he knows about Carla.
~ And if he is dealing, arrest him.
~ Right.
So, was it all right last night? The food was better than I remembered.
'Leave a message for Elise.
' Anything happening? We followed her back to her flat and she's been at the window ranting to herself for the last two hours.
Has Will still not called? I haven't checked.
Keeping yourself busy, then? Where are you? Just about to get into my car and go home.
All right, see you.
Bye.
Looks like Carla has been put to bed for the night.
We've been here for over two hours.
She's not going anywhere by the looks of it.
I suppose we have housed her.
I'll never get the overtime signed off.
I'll get the night crew to give passing attention to her flat.
All teams, stand down.
Hi.
Do you want some company? It's after half 11, Rache.
You didn't answer my text.
I rode shotgun in a plumber's van for eight hours on that surveillance.
They actually wee in a bottle.
~ Are you OK? ~ Tired.
Yeah, well, it's been all consuming.
So, where is this medal? In its box.
Will I'm really sorry.
About last night, I just couldn't get away.
We both know that doesn't stack up.
Sorry? Give me some credit, Rache.
If you want to go out, just say so.
~ Don't blame work.
~ I'm not blaming.
If I didn't do it, nobody else would.
Janet can set her own strategy.
There were other things I needed to do.
I needed to allocate actions, review things I couldn't let the investigation stall because I wanted to go out.
You didn't want to go out is the point.
~ That's bollocks.
~ You spending two hours at that function wouldn't have impacted on any actions.
If you said, "I have to finish for Will's ceremony," ~ everyone would have said fine.
~ No, they'd say, "Who's Will?" Yeah, well If we'd been open about this from the start This wasn't just about you showing your face for my sake, Rache.
It was meant to be for us.
The job comes first.
Other things have to fall away.
You let a lot of things fall away from what I gather.
Christ, Will.
I've said I'm sorry so can we just move on? I was sleeping ten minutes ago.
You're the one who showed up at my door asking me what's wrong.
I don't like things like dressing up.
~ Because I think it's daft and I'm no bloody good at it.
~ Nobody likes it.
But everyone is dressed up and it's a laugh.
Except everybody stares at me, saying, "She's climbing that ladder in her red frock.
" Other people will say, "She's where she is cos she's bloody clever.
" And you gave us authorisation for that surveillance without making us wait and without an application.
Oh, Rachel, I am too tired to do this now.
~ Would you rather I'd refused? ~ No.
So people might think things, it's what they do.
They are gonna thing about you sneaking around too.
If you really cared what people think, you wouldn't keep us secret.
~ Don't put so much pressure on me.
~ What pressure, Rachel? I don't want to marry you.
I don't even want you to move in.
I would just like to be able to see you occasionally outside bedrooms.
Well, I'm here.
I'm here now and all you are doing is shouting at me.
I'm being reasonable for But you don't like it because you're a teenager.
I'm going to bed.
I will speak to you tomorrow.
So you left? It's just a stupid row.
It's fine.
Rache, what did you say? And what does that make you? Some dirty old man? ~ Any luck with Carla's dealer? What's he saying? ~ He's not.
Just waiting for a solicitor.
We found speed, cannabis, ecstasy, five grand in cash, three phones, latex gloves.
~ He's cutting speed with bath salts.
~ Any gun? No.
We caught him trying to flush his stash down the bog.
Too bad he didn't swallow it.
Dealers, they are all scum.
How do you know Carla Kennedy, Mark? ~ She buys whizz from me.
~ Whizz? 'Phets.
Amphetamines.
Wraps.
Five a day.
But she'll snort anything.
~ How much does a wrap cost? ~ A tenner.
How long has Carla been buying amphetamines from you? Years.
She was off it for a while but lately it's most days.
So that's 50 quid a day That's a big habit.
~ How does she pay for that? ~ Cash.
~ Always? ~ Sometimes she brought shit.
~ What kind of shit? ~ Shit.
TV, computer and that.
When was the last time you saw her? Wednesday.
~ How much did she buy Wednesday? ~ 40 wraps.
~ She didn't pay cash.
~ No? How did she pay? I tell you what, mate, how about this, yeah? What if I help you out .
.
and then maybe you can help me out? Mark, you're gonna be charged.
Whether it's just for possession with intent to supply or also conspiracy to murder, that's up to you mate.
'For the record, I didn't know where it had come from.
She brought me this BMW.
' Jackpot.
'I can show you where it is.
It's all locked up.
But not in one piece.
Do you get me?' Get the car.
Low loader.
Full lift, full forensic recovery.
The works.
Arrest strategy for Carla.
Open up! Police! Police! ~ Police! ~ Police! Upstairs.
Show yourselves.
I'm not going! ~ Carla! ~ Somebody help me! Argh! Get her.
Carla Kennedy, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.
You don't have to say anything but it may harm your defence ~ if you do not mention ~ Ben Townsley is in here.
Leave her alone! ~ Get off! ~ Argh! Get off him, you bastard! Boss, guess who's been living in Carla's cupboard while we were outside her house? ~ How did you miss that? ~ You just told me to house her.
And I did.
I didn't know he was already inside.
~ Was that wrong? ~ Keep them separate.
OK.
~ I need to speak to Ben.
~ I'm afraid you can't right now.
Please.
I need to speak to him.
I don't like this feeling.
I really don't like this feeling.
Ben is not in this building.
He's at another police station.
He's OK.
The police surgeon is on her way to see him.
Bitch.
He doesn't have a mum.
He doesn't have anybody.
I'm all he has.
'He's off his nut.
' Full-blown, drug-induced paranoid psychosis times two.
'He was playing Grand Designs in the wardrobe using his knife to take plaster off the bricks and then hiding their drugs between them.
' The custody officer called out police surgeons to examine them.
They are not fit to be interviewed and need to sleep it off.
Not much fun going cold turkey.
Anyway, the pace clock ticks on.
'OK, boss.
' I shouldn't have stood the surveillance team down.
~ We've got 'em now.
~ I screwed up and Gill knows it.
"DS Bailey, how can you justify me giving you a dozen officers for another eight-hour period? Yes, I know.
But still I found Pat Robbinson's gym card.
Chassis numbers match.
They are just fast-tracking the prints now.
Yeah, all right.
See you soon.
~ Oh, god.
~ What? "Dear Janet, I thought you should know, Alfie is going travelling in his gap year.
He'll leave in a few weeks.
Elise has taken the news badly.
I thought it'd be nice if you gave her a ring.
With good wishes, Eleanor.
" Bugger off, don't tell me how to look after my daughter.
Poor Elise.
Do you fancy going for a drink? No, I want to get home, see Taisie.
~ Well, go.
~ Stop feeling sorry for yourself! You should have gone to Will's award.
You said you would.
Having him in your life has been good for you and you throw that away over a dress or Gill or whatever you think it is, that ~ Thank you.
~ Listen.
I'm sorry I snapped yesterday.
No.
You were absolutely right.
I'm glad, Janet.
Every time you've snapped at me, I've done it ten times to you.
~ I do know that.
~ Thank you.
It wasn't about you.
It wasn't even about Eleanor.
I'm just finding it extremely challenging not to interfere with Elise, not to just haul her out of there to protect her.
They are sober.
They've slept.
They are in really shitty moods which will worsen when we tell them Ben's fingerprints are all over that steering wheel.
The upside is they'll turn on each other which is ideal ~ cos we've already lost 17 hours off the pace clock.
~ OK.
Me, Mitch, Pete, let's scoot down to Stockport Road nick.
Mark Britton told us that you gave him a BMW on Wednesday morning in exchange for 40 wraps of speed.
We've recovered that BMW which we know belonged to your mother and her husband.
What can you tell me about that, Carla? This car was last seen driving away from the Fox and Hare pub at 4:00am, after your mother and stepfather had been murdered.
Can you explain this, Carla? What were you doing at the pub, Carla? A love protest.
How noble.
~ No comment.
~ When we examined the car, Ben, we found your fingerprints on the steering wheel.
What explanation can you give me? No comment.
You can plead your head is too sore but don't use that as an excuse for not telling me something you later rely on in court.
We're the last ones standing.
We've got no evidence that either of them were actually inside that pub.
Unless we find something, they are walking.
Shall we go for an inspirational pint? I've got an hour more of this then it's home to the wife and my book.
Still here, too? I've made my bed, haven't I? I see that.
I've been beating myself up.
I should have gone with you.
Yeah.
I was an idiot, Will.
Yeah.
You were.
But I've been thinking, Rachel, and .
.
I've decided that life is too short, at my age ~ to convince someone to stick around.
~ You don't have to convince me.
~ I want to stick around.
~ Yeah, I know, but .
.
it's not working for me, Rachel.
That'll be Rachel.
Oh Hey.
Bright and early, eh? Rachel Bailey, Manchester Metropolitan Police.
Pat's gym card.
Checked it last night.
It hadn't been used for months until Wednesday morning.
Got the CCTV from the desk and who should walk in at 6:30am? Carla.
Swipes the card.
Goes to the changing room.
Leaves 30 minutes later with wet hair minus a layer of clothing.
There's no CCTV in her so management don't know when that locker was claimed.
You could leave your stuff for a year.
But the point is people don't leave their stuff for a year.
I was the first person in here today and there was one locker still locked.
They are stuffed.
She's on CCTV.
It'll take time to corroborate that it's the same gun.
~ Get DNA off it.
~ And determine who shot who? Whoever shot him, shot her.
Think, shot at close range, logic says the person who transferred blood from one scene to the other is the same person who pulled the trigger.
Of the two choices, a man you don't know or your long-lost daughter, which one are you likely to look right at while they point a gun? Who would you think you could talk sense into? Carla shot her stepfather then went upstairs and shot her mum.
Remind me never to have kids.
~ We'll charge them both with murder.
They'll get life.
~ Yeah.
By the way, when I do put myself out to pasture, which I will when I'm ready, which is not yet, I personally think you'll be fine without me.
You'll know what to do.
And in the meantime we can keep going over things.
~ I'll keep you under my wing.
~ Yeah.
I'd like that, boss.
Just after 6:00 this morning, a walker spotted a body wedged between two rocks.
~ The feeling is it's suspicious.
~ He went out to get some nappies and never came back.
That was 15 years ago.
If you'd done things bloody properly you'd have known about this hours ago.
They were chasing after him.
~ You've done nothing wrong.
~ Janet! ~ This is weird to tell you this now.
~ What?