Light My Fire Doctors

Linda. What's going on?

I can't find Steve. He's not answering his phone.

He said something about getting his jacket.

Steve.

-No!

-Steeeeeve!!

Steve!

Warren's Woods, local timber merchant.

Last night their warehouse burnt to the ground.

Security guard was caught in it, he's in hospital.

We don't know yet if it was an accidental or an arson.

DS Cartwright.

Good of you to join us.

-Pleasure's all mine.

-You're with me.

DC Malcolm. Put it away.

Check the CCTV footage.

Murphy, Wells, talk to the rest of the staff.

-Hollins?

-Yes, boss?

Get me a coffee. Double espresso, no sugar. Think you can manage that?

Yeah.

What are you all waiting for? Get cracking.

I still can't believe it. We've had this business 60 years.

Do you have any enemies, Mr Warren? Anyone who might want to do this to you?

Course I don't have enemies. I'm not the Mafia.

Do you think someone did it deliberately?

It's possible. We'll find out. How is the company doing?

Oh, fine. Well, you know. OK.

Soldiering on.

We'll need to check your financial records. It's standard procedure.

The thing is, we're doing our accounts at the moment. The paperwork's all over the place...

Don't worry, we'll sort it out. We'll just take what we need.

You'll get it back, obviously.

Yeah. Well, I'll see what I can do.

I'll give you a bell in a few days.

Sooner than that.

Yeah. Look, I should get back to the hospital. Linda's there.

Linda?

My PA. Her husband was in the fire.

I need to find out how he is.

When did you last get your wiring done?

Oh, a while back. In here, it's not so important.

But in the warehouse, we rewired all that.

How recent?

I'm sure it's up to scratch. You think it was the wiring?

Something like that?

Well, you're confident it isn't arson.

We'll find out. Fire investigators are on it.

We'll get a report back today, won't we? Should do.

Remember when Katy was born?

I'd been in labour 12 hours and you were standing there fidgeting

and you said, "Does it normally take this long?"

And I laughed.

And now Katy's having one of her own.

You've got to be there for that. Haven't you?

Please, love. Please.

PHONE RINGS

Karen, I'm at work.

I know. Have you rung the bank?

I haven't had chance.

Well, can you do it today? And I was thinking,

it's workplace bullying, what that woman's doing.

You should take her to a tribunal.

No, I'm not going to do that.

Why not? You've got to do something.

I was thinking of applying for a transfer.

What? It's your station. Your patch.

Why should you move?

What've you done to your hands?

-Eh?

-No, not you. Mikey wait a minute!

You're letting her walk all over you!

I haven't got time for this! Can you just leave it?

You think it's Warren's fault his warehouse burnt down?

I think it could be sheer incompetence.

He's short of cash, thinks he's saving money

by not maintaining the premises, then this happens.

He got pretty nervy when we asked to see his accounts.

Probably fiddling the VAT. He's not the sharpest tool in the box.

How does someone like that end up running a company?

Cos he's somebody's son. It's never somebody's daughter.

Women, they rarely get the top jobs,

and if they do, men spend the whole time putting them down.

No male officer would put up with the crap that I'm supposed to put up with.

Mal, in the meeting, texting. Winding me up.

Sounds like he succeeded.

Boss, maybe if you didn't antagonise everybody you met...

You think I treat colleagues badly? My first day in uniform,

I had this boss, he spent the whole time propositioning females.

WPCs, crims, anything in a skirt... he wasn't fussy.

My point? Blokes, they get away with murder.

But if you're a female boss, you're a bitch from hell and impossible to deal with.

You don't make it easy for people.

Why should I? Nobody made it easy for me.

Steve Fletcher won't be giving his statement any time soon.

Hm. Poor sod.

Poor? He could've started the fire, for all we know.

You save your sympathy, DS Cartwright.

Call me Dave.

Whatever.

I'm going back to the office. You stay here and talk to the wife.

Use your charm, "Dave."

You think I've got charm, do you?

Linda Fletcher?

-Yes.

-DI O'Neil, this is DS Cartwright.

We're investigating the fire. We'll need to talk to you as a witness, but it can wait.

How is your husband?

He's stable. They think he could be all right.

I need to get some of his things.

Maybe I could give you a lift. It'll only take five minutes.

Oh. All right. Thanks.

No, we don't prescribe smart pills.

Thank you. Bye.

Hello. Can I help?

Yes, I'm looking for Mrs Winifred Tembe. Does she work here?

She's not going to be in till lunchtime.

I'll come back.

And you are..?

Thomas.

-Thomas..?

-She'll know who.

Thought I should take a book.

He might want something to read when he wakes up.

Or I could read to him.

Good idea. Are those your kids?

Yeah. Katy's having a baby in two months.

Steve's over the moon.

I bet he is. Mr Warren says he employs both of you.

I worked there nearly all my life.

First for Andy's Dad, then for Andy...Mr Warren.

What's he like to work for?

Great. More like a friend than a boss.

He's very generous. People take advantage sometimes.

But that's not a crime, is it?

How's business?

All right. Fine. I should get back to the hospital.

I don't like to leave him too long.

Thanks for the lift.

You let him go?!

There's no real grounds to arrest him.

I didn't want to waste any time.

He's got burns on his hands, he's near the site of a fire - not suspicious at all, then!

Yeah, but probably nothing to do with the warehouse.

What have we got on this kid?

His name's Mikey Temple.

He's 18, he's been in care all his life.

He's homeless, or should I say he lives independently.

He's not been round here that long.

-Record?

-Minor offences, D and D, shoplifting.

He ain't an arsonist, as far as we know.

Well, if it isn't too much trouble, call social services.

See what they've got on him. Doc?

You wanted these for the court case. GBH.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

-Everyone's on your side, Rob.

There shouldn't have to be sides. This isn't a playground.

I just want to do my job.

I dunno what to say. I don't even know if you can hear me.

Look, don't worry about anything.

Whatever you want, you and Linda, while you're recovering - just ask.

I'll be glad to help.

This should never have happened.

I'm so sorry.

Can I get you anything, love? Tea? Coffee?

No, I'm all right.

Do you want me to stay?

Someone broke in and torched the place according to the fire investigators.

It would've been easy. Security was a joke.

Whoever did this knew what they were doing. I don't see Warren being that organised. Or Steve Fletcher,

for that matter. Hollins, what did we find out about Mikey Temple?

Not much. His social worker's away on long-term sick leave, with stress.

I'm trying to contact the locum.

As I said before, as far as we know, he's got no history of setting fires.

That doesn't mean he hasn't done it before. He just hasn't been caught.

Maybe, who knows.

He had burns on his hands, he returned to the site of the fire.

-Yes, he did, but...

-He could fit the profile.

Arsonists are usually young, often male, kids or teenagers.

I just don't buy it was him.

Because?

Because arsonists tend to be smart.

They don't very often get caught in their own fires.

Whoever did that would have been well away before it caught hold. Sat somewhere safe watching it burn.

OK. Let's go talk to him. You know where he dosses?

OK, you're coming with us. Do some real work for a change.

Meet you outside in five minutes.

Don't let her get to you.

Don't worry about me, mate. You're the one who's stuck with her.

-Actually, I quite like her. She's all right when you get on her good side.

-What good side?

It's not right, the way she's talking to you, though. Maybe I could do something. Put a word in.

Dave, please, don't.

Hello again, Mikey.

What do you want?

Just a chat. What are you burning?

Get him!

Mikey!

Oi, Mikey!

-We lost him?

-Yeah.

Boss will be pleased.

-7244 to Control.

-'Go ahead.'

Yeah. Attention request for an IC-1 male.

Nice one, Hollins. That's twice you've lost him.

Come on, boss, you saw the lad. Like Mo Farah.

I've put the call out.

I'm going to drive round, see if I can spot him.

These might prove he was in the warehouse. But he can say he broke in there to sleep.

Could be true, for all we know.

No. Innocent people don't burn their clothes.

He was getting rid of evidence. And look at this.

This coat is five times too big for him.

Look what we found in the pockets. Credit card receipts.

What are the chances of Mikey carrying a credit card?

You mean he stole the coat?

Or had an accomplice.

You're too hard on him, by the way.

I'm hard on everyone.

Especially Rob.

Why do you keep humiliating him in front of everyone? Is this because of what happened with Blake?

I'm doing it because I can. Not that it's any of your business.

Oh, no. It's payback.

Someone made you fetch and carry coffee when you were a DC,

and you felt overlooked and put down and patronised,

and now you're taking it out on him. Aren't you?

I didn't think you were that vindictive, boss.

Mr Warren, we've had the preliminary results from the fire investigators. It was arson.

But why? Who'd do that?

We were hoping you would be able to tell us that.

We're keen to talk to a lad called Mikey Temple.

-Mikey?

-Do you know him?

I've helped him out.

He hasn't got anyone.

He's homeless, but he's not on drugs or booze like some of them.

I gave him food.

Let him doss down in the office for a bit.

Why not? There's nothing to steal, the petty cash is locked away.

He didn't take anything anyway,

wouldn't even make a cup of tea without asking.

He has a black overcoat that doesn't look like it belongs to him.

That's mine. Well, it was mine.

I gave it to him.

Why?

He's sleeping rough. I reckoned he needed it.

How long did he doss in your office?

Not long. That cold spell we had.

Soon as the weather got better he was off.

Look. He's had his troubles but he's a good lad.

He wouldn't do something like this, he just wouldn't.

Do you know where he is?

No idea. He comes and goes.

I haven't seen him for a while.

Linda, do you want me to get you a cup of tea?

Milk, no sugar, isn't it?

OK.

The police think it was arson, now.

Surely not. I mean...

Do you know who it might be?

Leave her for now. She's got enough on her plate without you...

BUZZER SOUNDS

What's happening?

Let's get the crash squad.

-Come on!

-Doctor, what's happening?

-Mrs Fletcher, you're going to have to step back, I'm afraid.

-Do something, doctor! Steve! Steve!

-Come on.

-Steve, no! Steve!

-Charging.

-Noooooooo!

Stand clear.

Er, I don't think she's back yet.

I've noticed. That's why I'm waiting.

Why don't you just leave her a message?

No, thank you. It's a personal matter.

He's come back!

-Who?

-That bloke wanting to see Mrs T.

I dunno what to do.

Phone Mrs T.

I have. Her phone's off.

He won't give his last name, or say what it's about.

Why should he? It's nothing to do with us.

Well, he could be anybody! A nutter or something.

Phone the police, then.

Like they're going to take it seriously.

I know.

I'm going to make him a cup of tea. That will get him to talk.

You are wasted here. You should be working for MI5.

"The name's Hollins, Karen Hollins..."

Ha ha(!)

They have to leave the drips in. It's a suspicious death.

I haven't even told the kids.

Do they live nearby?

Her daughter does. Her son's in Florida.

I've got to ring them.

We could do that for you.

No. It ought to be me.

I want to go home.

I want to be at home.

Linda, you can't just...

There'll be things to sign, formalities.

He's dead.

There's nothing to stay for.

-Yeah, well, you shouldn't be on your own. I'll stay with you...

-No.

Well, at least let me drive you home. Look, you're in shock.

-I mean, we're all in...

-I'll walk. Fresh air.

-Let me walk with you, then...

-Leave me alone, Andy!

Made you some tea.

Help yourself.

That's very kind of you, but I only drink red bush.

Oh, just like Mrs Tembe!

So, how do you know her?

We go back a long way.

I noticed your accent. Are you from Botswana as well?

No. Didsbury.

Oh, it's nice there.

It's OK.

So, what do you do? I mean, for a living?

Actually, I should go.

I know how busy you are. I do not want to get in your way.

It's got to be Warren, boss.

What about Mikey?

Warren hired Mikey to torch the place.

He just didn't figure on Steve Fletcher being in the building when the fire happened.

You've seen the office.

He can't run a business, he's in financial trouble,

then, conveniently, his warehouse burns down?

Maybe.

Warren was desperate to defend Mikey.

According to him, the lad's a saint.

This is all guesswork. You don't have any real proof.

Oh, it's there. We've just got to find it.

You're a cocky so-and-so, aren't you?

With good reason.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Yeah.

Oh, really?

MAN COUGHS INSIDE

HE CONTINUES COUGHING

You've got to help me.

Are you sure you don't know where Mikey is, Mr Warren?

Protecting a criminal is a crime in itself.

I've no idea. I told you.

And he's not a criminal, he's a good lad.

You've done a lot for him, haven't you? Given him food, a place to stay...

-What's he done for you in return?

-What are you suggesting?

We're suggesting Mikey burned down the warehouse for you.

Do you think I'd destroy my own business?

In order to save it, you might.

No. No, I wouldn't. It'd be like killing my own kid.

And he wouldn't do something like that even if I did ask him.

-Well, then, who did it?

-I've no idea! Some random nutter.

That's your job, finding out. Not persecuting innocent people.

We've seen your accounts. We know what's happening with your company.

I just spoke to the bank.

You asked for a crisis loan two weeks ago and got refused.

-You're going bust aren't you?

-No.

-You asked Mike to torch the premises.

-Why should I?

-For the insurance.

-There was no bloody insurance!

It lapsed a month back.

I was going to renew it,

but it's expensive.

I just kept putting it off, till the cash flow improved,

and now...

Do the staff know about this?

Nobody knows. I haven't even told Linda.

I don't know how to tell them that they've lost their jobs

and it's my fault.

So if you've finished throwing accusations...

We still need to talk to Mikey Temple, Mr Warren.

Well, Linda might know where he is.

-And she knows he's a good lad, she'll vouch for him...

-Linda?

Yeah, that's how I met Mikey, through her and Steve.

They do a lot for troubled kids.

You know, supporting them, mentoring. Ask her.

Yeah, but not now, eh?

Have some respect.

< Linda, listen to me... No!

< No! Shut up, Mikey!

Linda, are you all right?

Kick it in.

He... He broke in, he...

Linda, put the iron down.

Ambulance, please. 106 Irvine Street. Male with head injury.

He threatened me, he wanted money...

We're pretty sure someone got Mikey to burn down the warehouse.

Someone from the company. Insurance fraud, it happens all the time.

The trouble is, there was no insurance.

Whoever did this destroyed Mr Warren's business

and killed your husband for nothing.

Linda, we need you to come down to the station and answer some questions.

What? Why?

I'm sorry to tell you this, I know you have just lost your husband,

but we believe Steve got Mikey to set the fire

and somehow he got caught up in it.

No! It wasn't Steve, he didn't know anything about it!

-How can you be so sure?

-Because...

Because it was me.

Can I, can I get some water, please?

Sure.

How is he?

Not good, but I think he'll live.

We don't want him dying on us.

Linda, Linda, this won't help!

You can't stop me! Keep away, both of you!

-That's a nasty way to die, Linda.

-I deserve it!

What about Mikey? Does he?

You and Steve cared for him.

What happened, Linda?

Did he offer, or did you ask him?

It was my idea.

Mikey said he knew how to set a fire, he'd done it before.

Steve didn't know anything.

He went back in there and...

It's my fault he's dead.

No, keep away from me!

-We just want to help.

-You can't.

I've nothing left to lose.

I thought it would save the company, everyone's jobs. Help Andy...

I know.

You could see the business was going bust.

Andy wasn't coping, was he?

You thought, a victimless crime.

No-one would get hurt.

Stop, or I'll burn you, too!

No. You're not a killer.

I am. I am now.

Dave says you're going to be a grandmother?

SHE SOBS

It's all right, it's OK.

That's OK, that's OK. That's OK, Linda.

Linda! Linda!

-You can't go in there, sir.

-I can. Linda!

-Calm down.

-Look, get out my way. Linda!

-You can't go in there.

-Linda, you're OK!

No...

Sorry, Andy. I'm so sorry.

Wait.

Steve?

He's dead. I'm sorry.

HE COUGHS

-I found him...

-Don't try and talk now.

He went in, tried to fight it.

I pulled him outside.

You tried to save him. That'll help you.

He shouldn't have been there.

I know.

Boss, you all right?

I feel sick. It's that smell.

Can't seem to get it off me.

Come here.

Bye.

She's, erm...

I, I don't think she's going to make it back now, I'm afraid.

I will wait, just in case.

Haven't you got any way of contacting her?

No.

But I will wait for her to come back.

She's, erm, she's organising a food bank today.

-Must have gone better than she thought.

-I see.

She set it up. I mean, through the church, but it was her idea.

That is Winifred.

When she sets her mind to do something,

she always sees it through.

She is a very principled woman.

I'm not in shock, and I don't need counselling.

Didn't think you would, somehow.

You're all right. You're not full of it like some of the others.

Mmm. Listen, sometimes the shock doesn't hit straight away,

so, if I was you, forget the paperwork, go home.

And, while I'd never condone excessive alcohol consumption,

a drink would probably do you some good. Or a bath, whatever you do to relax.

Look, I'm dealing with it. Don't worry. Thanks, Doc.

You should've seen her.

Calm as you like, The Crim Whisperer, that's...

What are you all waiting for?

Hollins?

Ma'am. Coffee?

No, I can get my own.

Look, I'm still not impressed with your performance,

including today, but let's move on.

Move on...?

The whole Blake thing, let's just forget it, OK?

OK.

I have been ordered to relax.

Got any ideas?

Yeah. Come for a drink with me.

Sounds good.

OK.

Lead the way, Cruella.

You have to go now.

Of course.

I will try the phone book.

She's not in there, she's ex-directory.

Then I will wait until Monday.

Look, I don't know who you are or what you want...

I do not mean her any harm. I just want to talk to her.

About what? What's so important you have to hang round here all day?

You could be anybody. You could be a stalker, for all I know.

I can assure you I am not.

I've only got your word for that, haven't I?

Mrs Tembe is a very good friend of mine.

Then you can give her the message.

Just tell her Mr Tembe wants to see her.

So where did you learn to play?

I...just sort of picked it up.

You told this girl you're a virtuoso guitar player?

It's called seizing the day.

So when he plays,

it's like he's trying to reach out to the dad he never knew.

Unbelievable.

Gotcha.

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