Taisie, you've got games, remember?
You know that there's a of regeneration
that's happening in Manchester.
And I'll never love again ?
Go on, Gary.
Hey!
Move!
So much crap on your desk, Kevin.
- Janet, how are you doing? - Yeah, I'm good, thank you.
I hope I'm on the phone next time.
Rachel!
I've had a phone call from a Caroline Savage.
That mean anything to you?
I told her it's none of my business who my officers sleep with
but if she wants to take it to Professional Standards, that's her call.
- Did you? - Mmm. I gave her their number.
- And what will they do? - Nothing.
It's none of their business who you sleep with either.
- I didn't know he was married. -Did I ask?
I didn't know. You can ask Janet.
- She knows. I was gutted, really... - And is it really that barrister
that got murdering, raping, lying scumbag
Stelikos off that we're on about?
Yes.
When I read the transcript of the court proceedings after,
which I did with great interest wondering where the hell we went wrong,
what I couldn't fathom, Rachel,
was how Nicholas Savage knew how much you'd badgered Hannah Conway
to give evidence in court,
'cause that was the cornerstone of his defence almost, wasn't it?
How we targeted that poor, innocent man.
And I was sitting there reading it, thinking,
"How the hell on earth did he know that?
"Who the hell on earth told him that? Not Hannah, not you."
And then, this woman, out of the blue, rings me up
and tells me that one of my officers is sleeping with the man himself.
In my position, Rachel, what would you be thinking?
I wouldn’t jeopardise the case like that.
Look, I don't know how he knew, maybe he just assumed...
Georgios Stelikos is dead because of that verdict.
Sian Cook is gonna spend the next 12 years or so
staring at the same four walls because of that verdict.
You still don't think I've made that leap, do you?
And I have.
I don't talk to anybody about what we do.
If I find out, at any time in the future, that you've lied to me,
you will apologise personally to every single member of this syndicate
and Hannah Conway and you'll walk through that door for the last time.
Is there anything I've said that you're struggling with?
No.
- Sleeping with the enemy. - Piss off, Kevin.
You'd shag road kill if it was still warm.
Do you know, if you shag one sheep...
There's a woman at the front desk wants to speak to a non-uniform
about a "missing from home".
Missing from home? This is the Major Incident Team.
Division's just had two armed robberies so CID's all tucked up.
Do you mind?
- Hello. Would you like to come through? - Hi. Yeah.
And who is it that you want to report missing, Janice?
A fella I work with.
- Okay, can you tell me his name? - Gary Birkinshaw.
And what's his address?
47 Coldhurst Road, Chadderton. I don't know the postcode.
And is there anyone else living at the address, do you know?
His wife and his daughter.
Oh, so do you know why they haven't reported him missing?
She said she had, four weeks ago, his wife,
but I'm not convinced she did.
You see, er,
I think she's done something to him.
Her and her nasty little boyfriend.
"Done something to him"? What sort of "something"?
I think they've killed him.
And I think she's twigged on that I think that.
And I'm frightened.
'Cause this woman,
she makes Myra Hindley look like a Blue Peter presenter.
When she said it, I thought, "Is she mad?"
But, honestly, five, ten minutes later I'm agreeing with her.
So she told you that he was in Basingstoke.
Yeah, so I'm like, "Why isn't he answering anyone's calls then?"
Texts, anything.
What makes you so sure that they've done something to him?
We know he wasn't happy at home
because of this affair she's been having with this Sodunke bloke.
This what bloke?
Ashad Sodunke. He's a layabout, arrogant.
He's a right tosser.
The thing is, when I went round their house,
Sodunke's sat on the settee in front of the telly in his boxers.
There's no way he'd be there like that
if there was any danger of Gary walking through that door, no way.
Gary's a big bloke. He's handy with his fists.
Gary would have to be on the Moon, never mind Basingstoke,
for Ashad Sodunke to be carrying on like that in his house.
They know he's not coming back.
They know.
The wife did actually report him missing 10 days after he was last sighted.
After Janice, the woman from this morning,
went round to their house
and said that if they didn't report him missing, she would.
- At which, same time, the wife... - Myra.
Vicky she's called, is busy telling everybody
he's gone off with another woman in Basingstoke.
The thing is, if you're genuinely convinced
that your husband's in Basingstoke with another woman,
why do you allow yourself to be put under pressure
to have to go and report him missing to the police?
That is, unless you're hiding something.
You don't.
Rachel's made a couple of phone calls.
And his mobile still hasn't been used
since uniform checked it out back in March.
His bank cards haven't been used since Friday, March 18th.
Plus, on March... When was it?
March 22nd, three days after the last sighting of him,
Vicky puts the rent book into her name.
And on top of that, we still haven't turned up
any ANPR sightings of his vehicle at any time in the last five weeks.
Plus, she hasn't been in once since the initial reporting him missing
to find out how we're getting on looking for him.
But, neither has anyone else.
And there's a daughter, Eve, she's 16.
So, there's no body, but there's no signs of life either.
Leave it with me.
I'll flag it up to Command but we're up for the next job anyway.
Just give me a couple of minutes.
That...
That bitch of a wife has rung her majesty
and told her that I've been at it with her husband.
Of course, she's read the flaming court proceedings
'cause she's like mustard, isn't she?
And she's put two and two together and she knows
that it was me that told Nick about Stelikos.
How can she know? She can't know, not for sure.
No, of course not. Would I be stood here in one piece if she did?
You know, all I've ever wanted, all my life, was to work on MIT.
And if I lose my job because of that bastard, Janet,
I don't know what I'd do but it wouldn't be good.
You got to keep your nerve, keep your nose clean,
keep your head down and move on. That's all you can do.
Sian Cook is gonna spend the next 12 years in prison
because of that verdict.
Sian Cook made a decision to kill. You can't take that on yourself.
Oh, hello. We're going for it.
Can you draft me a quick up order for the arrest?
- Her and Sodunke? - Yeah, if he's there.
I told Andy to keep researching that address and anyone else living in it.
And I told everyone to come in at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow.
We'll be knocking on their door at 7:00.
- Vicky Birkinshaw? - Yeah.
Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident Team.
Can we come in, please?
Have you found him?
Is there anyone else in the property besides yourself, Mrs Birkinshaw?
I have a lodger. He's in bed.
- What's his name? -Ashad.
- Surname? - Sodunke. Why?
Mrs Birkinshaw, I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Gary Birkinshaw.
- What? Why? - You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned,
something which you later rely on in court.
Is your daughter in the property, Mrs Birkinshaw?
- No. - Can you tell me where she is?
I don't know. At her boyfriend's.
- What are you talking about? - Oh, no, you don't, sunshine.
- Mitch! - Just do what they tell you!
We'll get it sorted out.
You've got the wrong end of the stick.
Have you got an address for your daughter's boyfriend?
- No. -What's his name?
- Reece. - Reece what?
I don't know, just Reece. Why?
Where does he work?
I've got no idea.
- I ain't even dressed. - You'll do.
Put your shoes on.
DC Scott will escort you upstairs, Mrs Birkinshaw,
if you'd like to get dressed.
Is he dead then?
Is Gary dead?
We'll discuss that down the nick.
You really have got the wrong end of the stick.
After you.
What's up?
Have you never seen a ball gag and a dildo before?
Get dressed, Mrs Birkinshaw, you've got three minutes.
Hey, if you want a laugh, pop down to the custody desk.
This woman is Like, ugh, God knows, off The Rocky Horror Show
And they are all over her.
- Who are? - The fellas.
There's me, trying to get her booked in.
Sarge, this is Victoria Birkinshaw...
Get you a nice, hot cup of tea in a minute, Vicky, all right?
What?
She was arrested at ten past seven this morning at her home address
on suspicion of murder.
That tie really suits you.
I'm the arresting officer, Detective Constable Scott.
Kevin you'd expect, but Andy?
Vicky, would you mind just slipping your jewellery off
and popping it in the tray on the counter?
And the sergeant will give you your rights.
Sorry.
Detective Constable Scott, collar number 6274.
"Would you mind?" Would you mind kissing my arse?
She's just murdered her flaming husband.
So is she gorgeous then, or what?
I think she's got a face like a bust shoe,
but she obviously does something to fellows that goes right over my head.
Are you the exhibits officer?
Yeah, I've just given Forensics an hour or so to get cracking and then...
Well, you're in for a real treat, I'm telling you.
- Why? - Hardcore porn merchants.
No way.
"What's up with you?
"Have you never seen a ball gag and a dildo before?"
Oh, you're gonna love meeting this one, boss.
I'm not meeting anyone till we're charging her with something.
- Was Sodunke there? - Yeah.
- And the daughter? - No.
Andy, I want the daughter found as a priority.
I'm on it.
Just had a phone call from the CSM, they found all sorts in the cellar,
lights, cameras, editing suite.
Sounds like they got their own little porno industry going on down there.
That's gonna keep somebody busy,
viewing all their home-made DVDs.
"Vicky, would you mind slipping your jewellery off
"and popping it in the tray for me?"
Good morning, MIT.
So, Mrs Birkinshaw,
your solicitor's explained the situation to you
and you understand why you've been arrested, yes?
I understand that you believe that my husband is dead,
even though you've not found a body.
So, no,
I don't really understand why I've been arrested.
Well, the fact that your husband's now been missing for over five weeks,
and the fact that he hasn't used his mobile phone
or his car or his bank cards in that time,
leads us to regard his disappearance as suspicious.
He's in Basingstoke.
We'll come to that later.
Can you tell me, starting at the beginning,
anything about your relationship with your husband
around the time that he went missing?
My husband, he might be dead,
and okay, we weren't together any more, but it's...
It's still...
You know...
When you've been close to someone...
Would you like a glass of water, Vicky?
Can I call you Vicky?
Okay.
You've been bad, haven't you, slave?
Down on your knees and star': licking.
Whoa! Put it away, love.
Go on!
- I want it harder! Do it harder! - You want it harder, do you?
- Do if harder. - Come on.
Very controlling.
That's what we fell out about.
A temper like you wouldn't believe.
Manipulative, scheming.
In fact, you know what? I've worked it out.
I've worked out what's happened.
Oh, what's that then, Vicky?
Someone's come along and puts this idea into your heads
that me and Ashad's done something to him, haven't they, eh?
Hmm?
You know he's shagging her. Janice, don't you?
Oh, yeah.
He's making it look like he's disappeared.
Deliberately.
He set us up for murder.
He's laughing his socks off somewhere.
And you are helping him.
He's using you.
You wanna search her house. I'll bet he's there.
Gary Birkinshaw employed Ashad Sodunke
as a porn, well, I'll say "star", but I use the word loosely,
to perform with his wife.
But Gary gets upset when he finds Ashad
doing unpaid overtime with Vicky.
So Gary beats Ashad up.
But Vicky and Ashad continue to see one another
because "they're in love".
- That's a motive? - Yes, interesting thing, though.
She never once refers to Gary in the past tense.
Everything she says is consistent with him not being dead in her mind.
It's the same with Sodunke. He hasn't slipped up once, yet.
You know, ma'am,just because they're into a bit of kinky hardcore,
it don't make them murderers.
Where's the daughter?
We haven't got any reason to think that anything suspicious
has happened to her, do we?
No, there's any number of calls between Vicky's phone and Eve's
right up to yesterday.
We're doing everything we can, Gill.
We're talking to her school friends, such as they are,
I've got FIOs out, we've got the neighbourhood policing team on it,
we've gone house-to-house on Coldhurst Road.
We will find her.
Did you get anything from the DVDs?
Bad acting, rubbish storylines, shit dialogue.
Sorry, no, nothing that tells us anything about what happened to Gary.
And absolutely nothing from the CSM to indicate the house is a crime scene.
Is it not something you want to take seriously at all?
This suggestion that he's faked his own disappearance?
I want the daughter.
Right, thank you. Night-night.
So I said I'll cook for the girls tonight.
Well, for all of us, but how about a takeaway?
- Oh, they'll love it. - Yeah, what, Chinese?
I'll be back at about ten.
Why? Where are you going?
I'm meeting Jeff Hastings.
I promised him a catch-up ages ago, but I keep cancelling it
and putting him off, so...
And I'll be back as soon as I can.
I'd ring ahead and check that they hadn't already eaten.
Where's she racing off to?
She's meeting her boyfriend.
Taisie, it's me, kid, have you eaten yet?
I'm cooking for you. You like Chinese?
It's gonna be about 10 minutes, love.
All right, I'll just be outside.
Hello, is that Caroline Savage?
Yeah.
Please, please, don't hang up, it's Rachel Bailey.
I need to say something to you.
I just wanted you to know,
and you may not believe this, that's up to you,
but I didn't know that he was married.
And I certainly didn't know that he had children.
- Mrs Savage, are you still there? - Yes.
Look, some women don't give a damn about how they affect other people
but I am not one of them.
And I hope I never will be.
Okay.
Look, I'm genuinely, deeply sorry.
You'll be wanting to get off.
I'm sorry. I've got nothing more to report.
No, you're fine, I know you're busy.
I'm touched that you bother, Janet.
Oh, it's no bother, Jeff,
I just wish that there were more hours in the day.
And, you know, I'm still optimistic. I'm more optimistic the more I read.
Can't interest you in another, then?
- I said I'd be getting back... - Good evening.
Oh, hi, Andy.
- Can I buy you one? - No, thanks.
We were just... Well, I was just Leaving.
Just leaving?
This is Jeff. I think I've mentioned him to you.
I was at school with his sister.
Nice.
Not really, she was murdered.
Janet's very kindly been looking into the records.
Oh, yeah.
Andy's my sergeant.
Oh, right, so you help facilitate the...
No, that's Gill, she's our SIO.
So you were just off then, were you?
No, I was.
Well, yeah.
- I was, yeah. - Stay and have another.
Okay.
Jeff, urn...
Look, I'll ring you. I'll be in touch, okay?
Yeah, okay.
Well, thanks again for your time.
- Nice to meet you, Andy. - Bye.
That was just so entirely unnecessary.
- He fancies you. - No, he doesn't.
You can't see it.
No, because I don't have paranoid beer goggles on.
And, anyway, how dare you?
I'm having a drink with a friend. A man who's...
He was 15 when his sister was violently raped and murdered.
He's lived with that all his life and...
You've just been...
He's the sort of man that normally you'd be kindness itself to, Andy.
And you’ve just made him feel like shit.
Oh, God, Janet, I'm sorry.
That was just... It was just thuggish.
Janet, I'm sorry.
And what was that today with that woman?
"Oh, Vicky, just slip your jewellery off, would you mind?"
I said to Rach, "Kevin, you'd..."
I'm sorry, all right?
Were you jealous?
Janet. Janet.
I'm sorry, Janet.
Can I say something? One thing before you drive off?
Look, I hate this.
Being like this.
I go on banging me head against the wall.
I know it's not attractive, but...
what happened between us, it was so...
precious and...
I can't let go of it.
I will never feel about anyone the way I feel about you.
I knew it 20 years ago in training college and I know it now.
And I know you're not happy with Adrian
because you told me.
I would work so hard to make you happy.
If you give me the chance, you and the girls,
we could have such a... a good life together.
So, please,just...
Please just think about it.
I'm sorry about your friend.
Please let me apologise to him the next time you meet up with him.
Will you think about it?
Yes.
Really?
I'll think about it.
You should cook more often.
Yeah, Indian I'm good at, and all.
I bet you are.
Oh, there's no end to my talents. And I get them all off Janet.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
I was an empty vessel till I met her.
- Now I'm full of shit. - Close, aren't you, you and Janet?
Well, I'm shagging her.
You don't know?
I'm lying. I don't even fancy her.
Have I said something?
Has she ever...
Has she ever what?
Cheated on me.
Janet?
Grow up.
It was last year, right?
I mean, we've always had us ups and downs,
it was just this one time last year
and I started to wonder.
Are you serious?
It was going up to Christmas, some bash last year.
That night that she slept at your flat.
I didn't wanna go.
I've had enough police Christmas parties to last me a lifetime.
- Well, so what happened? - Nothing.
Like I said, it was afterwards, really.
We had a row about me not wanting to go.
But normally, when we have a row,
we don't speak for a couple of days, and then one of us, her,
apologises and then that's it, you know, until the next time, but
this were different.
She couldn't apologise fast enough the next morning, but...
But then, since then, it's like something happened
and everything changed somehow and...
Oh, I don't know.
Well, you're not gonna get anything if you can't agree on what you want.
I hate mayonnaise, it makes me ill.
I'm not eating egg whites. I never will.
Calamari. Thanks, Mother.
Don't tell me she's making calamari sandwiches.
Were you born stupid or was it something you developed?
Hey, I was thinking yesterday, we're daft going in separate cars.
I was surprised you were in bed when I got home last night.
It wasn't that late.
I just assumed we had a late one tonight, so...
- Hello. Morning. - Morning.
- Morning.
- Oops, sorry. - Sorry.
Morning.
I've got the whole MMP out looking for the daughter
and she just turned up at the front desk.
And Reece, the boyfriend, old enough to be her granddad.
She's asking to speak to whoever's dealing with her mum.
Good.
Are you and Andy having a fling?
Shut your mouth.
Eve, hello, I'm Janet. I'm a police officer.
Would you like to come through and I'll explain what's happening with your mum.
- Should I come in as well? - It's Reece, is it?
Reece Birtle, yeah, I'm a friend of the family.
I'm Detective Constable Bailey. Do you wanna come with me?
We'll have a little chat about what's happening.
- Yeah, thank you. - After you.
Okay, Eve, uh,
we've arrested your mother on suspicion of murder.
As yet we haven't found a body.
But the person we suspect her of having murdered
is your father, Gary Birkinshaw.
Me dad's in Basingstoke.
Reece, how well do you know Vicky Birkinshaw?
Vicky I know quite well.
Could you tell me something about your relationship with her?
I did him. Gary.
I slit his throat and then me and Ashad got rid of the body.
But it had nothing to do with Vicky or Eve.
Reece, how did you persuade Gary into the warehouse in Moston?
Er, I told him that I'd found this premises that he might like for,
you know, his filming, what he does.
So I said that I'd meet him there.
And we'd arranged that Ashad would be there already
with this machete.
And when you say "we"...
Me and Ashad.
- And Ashad had a machete? - Yeah.
Where did he get this machete from?
I didn't ask.
So you lured him to the warehouse,
Ashad was already waiting there with the machete,
but you say it was you that slit his throat?
Yeah.
What happened to the machete after?
Urn...
We put it in a suitcase with the body parts,
after we cut him up.
What happened to the suitcase?
Ashad said he'd deal with them all.
There were three suitcases.
And you don't know what happened to them?
Ashad said he'd deal with them.
Where did he get these suitcases from?
Ashad got them. He organised it all.
I just had to make sure that Gary got to the warehouse at two o'clock.
I'm curious. So, if I took you to this warehouse in Maston, could...
Boss, Lee.
How's Eve?
You know weird and then there's the planet Weird.
Well, if this household is the planet Weird,
we don't even get light from it.
Eve is sleeping with Reece.
Vicky gave her to him for his birthday.
This poor child has been so twisted and perverted and corrupted,
she doesn't know which way is up.
What does she know about what happened to Gary?
Well, Vicky told her that he's in Basingstoke with another woman
and not to expect him to return her calls
because he couldn't give a toss about her any more.
But Eve's made any number of calls to his phone over the last five weeks,
I've had Telecoms run up a list.
If you "give" your daughter to someone,
you must be expecting something pretty major back.
What, like bumping off your husband for you?
He's just the numb nuts that's done it.
I'm convinced Vicky's the brains behind it.
You Okay?
You got a minute? just outside.
Would Rachel have told Nicholas Savage things off the record
when she was having it off with him?
No, she knows better than that.
Are you all right?
Do you hate me?
So, is he the swarthy, dark, Mediterranean-looking one?
No, he's the one that looked like a pound of wet tripe in the moonlight.
Here.
- Is that the right one? - Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
- -
- Sorry what I said. - Sorry what I said.
It's not probably quite what you think.
No, no, it's none of my business anyway.
How did you know?
Just something that Adrian said last night.
- Ade knows? - No.
He wondered.
Not about Andy, just generally.
Last Christmas you had an argument, nothing he could put his finger on,
but the night that you slept at my flat...
I didn't tell him that you've never slept at my flat.
It only happened once.
It's not what I do.
Janet, you don't have to tell me.
I've regretted it ever since.
It's like you telling Nick all that stuff.
Sometimes you just have to shoulder the burden of your mistakes
and carry on.
And sometimes you want to confess but you know damn well
it wouldn't do anybody any good if you did.
Rach, sorry.
I need exhibit PT-3 before I go back in with Sodunke.
- Sorry. - No, no, you're fine.
If I told you, Mr Sodunke, that Reece Birtle told us
that on the afternoon of Saturday, the 22nd of March,
you weren't at The Trafford Centre with Vicky, like you told us you were,
but, in fact, you were with him at a disused warehouse in Moston,
what would be your response to that?
I don't know where Moston is.
I'll be honest with you, Mr Sodunke. He told us quite a bit more than that.
If he's done something stupid and he's trying to implicate me,
he's off his head.
Okay, I'm now showing Mr Sodunke exhibit reference PT-3.
Is that your credit card statement, Mr Sodunke?
Can you confirm that that's your name at the top?
Yeah.
And your present address, 47 Coldhurst Road, Chadderton.
Yeah.
Can you look at the purchase you made on Thursday, the 20th of March?
It's just the one.
Can you read it out to me?
Mr Sodunke?
You bought three suitcases from Robinson's in Cheadle.
Is that correct?
Can you confirm that for me, Mr Sodunke?
Yeah.
Can you tell me where those suitcases are now, Mr Sodunke?
Hmm?
Where are they now, those suitcases?
Mr Sodunke?
Forty five minutes ago, POLSA retrieved three suitcases
from the canal right next to the warehouse
where Reece told us Gary Birkinshaw was murdered,
each containing what appear to be dismembered body parts.
Oh, yes.
That were lucky, weren't it?
Sodunke doesn't drive.
The first assumption was the body'd be within walking distance.
So, the body's on its way to the mortuary,
the cases are in the lab, pending evidence from that,
what we still haven't got is anything to directly implicate Vicky Birkinshaw.
But both these blokes are saying the same thing,
Vicky had nothing to do with it.
You really wanna believe that, don't you?
Why are you so keen to believe that she was involved, ma'am?
Because she's an evil bitch.
Who gives her daughter to a paedophile for his birthday?
I know.
It's like finding out Father Christmas doesn't exist, isn't it, Kevin?
And if she's not involved, what's their motivation?
There is none.
They're enthralled by her, they're obsessed with her,
same as you lot are, that's why they're covering up for her.
What's happening with the girl?
Well, I've rung Social Services, but she's 16.
She knew he was dead when she filled in this "Missing from Home" form.
- Sorry, who did? - Vicky.
Janice, the one that reported him missing,
it just struck me as odd when I read it.
She knew he'd broke both his legs three years ago in a car crash
in the "any injuries" section.
- Well, why's that odd? - No, it isn't in itself.
But in the form that Vicky fills in,
she says her husband has never had any serious injuries.
So?
So, if, in the future, a body turns up,
which, by that stage, was only identifiable by skeletal remains,
and there's obvious scar tissue from where the bones have healed,
and Vicky has put her husband has never had any serious injuries,
well, we probably wouldn't think to identify that body
as Gary Birkinshaw.
Do you think this is something
you might have shared with the group earlier, Sherlock?
Well, I would have done, but I've only just seen it.
So you think she genuinely thought that far ahead?
Yeah, I do.
Clever bitch.
Her, not you.
Not that you aren't clever, obviously.
- Or a bitch. - Yeah, keep digging, Scotty.
That's not enough,
with all the other circumstantial we've got on her,
to charge her though, is it?
No, of course not, but provable lies might be just enough
to fluster her into saying something she regrets.
Yeah, it was a bad accident.
He was laid up for months.
And yet, on the "Missing from Home" form,
which you signed, you put, "No serious injuries."
So?
Well, why did you say that, Vicky, when you knew it wasn't true?
He didn't have any serious injuries when I reported him missing.
No, the form asks if the missing person has ever suffered a serious injury.
I don't know.
I'd say I was upset.
I was flustered.
Must have misunderstood.
And how would you respond if I said to you
that I think you knew that he was already dead
when you reported him missing?
And that's why you gave us misleading information,
to throw us off the trail if we should find his decomposed body
at some point in the future?
I'd say I'm probably not as clever as what you're giving me credit for.
In fact, Vicky,
and I know I've asked you this before, but I'm gonna ask you again,
why did you report him missing at all?
When you believed he'd gone off with another woman in Basingstoke?
You know what I'm thinking?
I'm thinking
if this is all you've got to throw at me,
after three days,
you haven't got a tiny, single scrap of proper evidence
to suggest that I had anything to do with it.
And that is because
I didn't.
I'd had enough.
I felt under-appreciated at home and
I like Andy. He's...
He's got a bit of a thing about me.
You know that we trained together.
Well, we had a bit of a fling then.
But then I met Ade.
Weird thing is,
the other night, when I was with Jeff, he's
he's jealous, Andy.
He was watching me.
- You don't want that. - No, it's...
He wants me to move in with him.
And the girls.
Would you?
No.
I said I'd think about it, but I'm not.
I wouldn't do it to the girls. I wouldn't do it to Ade.
Stupid, isn't it?
No, it's what makes you one of the grown-ups.
Or someone who just can't take a risk.
That's a lot to gamble with.
My mum buggered off with someone when I was a kid.
It did my head in for years.
What do you think?
He bled to death.
There are clear indications that dismemberment began
while he was still alive.
Why would you start dismembering someone before they're dead?
If you didn't know any better. If you didn't know they weren't dead.
You'll soon find out when blood starts spurting across the ceiling.
Yeah.
They must have spent a while cleaning that warehouse,
it must have been covered.
Andy.
Lab results on the suitcases. Ashad's prints, Reece's prints but...
Nothing off Vicky.
Andy, can you bail Myra Hindley?
Otherwise we'll be out of time before we do get something on the bitch.
Yeah, thank you.
What are you gonna do?
Cry, vomit, resign, sulk.
Get pissed, shag someone, watch telly.
Come on, genius, think of something.
- Uh... - I was talking to me-self.
Ah, sorry.
You are clever, I will give you that.
You might drive me round the bend and up the wall now and again,
but you're not Kevin.
Wow, thanks, boss.
I'm not Kevin. I mean, I really have arrived, haven't I?
What was it? That little twat Luke Farrell, when you copped him.
- What about it? - It struck me.
Could hear you and Kevin bitching with each other about something.
- What, his watch? - jewellery.
- Ring Janet. Now! Right now! - What?
What am I saying?
It's the one thing we nearly always overlook.
It might be something and nothing, but did she have any jewellery on?
Who, Myra? Yeah.
Andy was getting all gooey over her when she got booked in.
Andy was?
- Janet, boss wants you. - Can you hear me, Janet?
- Yeah. - If it's not too late,
get down to the custody office now
and don't Let Vicky Birkinshaw take her jewellery home with her.
Bag it up. I want it sent off to the lab.
If she was there that day when they cut that body up,
there's a tiny chance something's still got some blood on it.
I'm on it.
Hold on, I'm sorry, Mrs Birkinshaw.
I know that you've been released,
but our SIO wants to keep hold of your jewellery for the time being.
I don't think so, love. Give that here.
You, get that off her!
It's mine, I've been released.
What's so interesting about this then, Vicky?
Let's have a little look.
Ah-ha!
Better put her back in her box, boys, until the boss gets back.
Get him off of me!
Please, no more!
Is it true?
She's made the world's first, bona fide, prosecutable snuff movie.
For God's sake, Ashad, finish him!
So, is that her behind the camera?
Yeah.
Can you prove it?
Yeah.
How?
Silly bitch has filmed her own reflection off a window.
Clear as a bell.
It's a wonder we stay sane working with these buggers all day.
Who said you were sane, Gill?