Setting Out Your Stall New Tricks

You've met Olivia before?

Yeah, yeah, we've worked together a few times actually.

-Hi, Sandra.

-Hi, Olivia.

Apologies in advance for the state of the office.

My pathology days are numbered.

-I'm taking early retirement.

-Really, why?

Well, I always said once I was spending more time at my desk than in the lab it was time to go.

-MOBILE RINGS

-Excuse me. Sorry.

-SHE DISCONNECTS CALL

-Go on.

I've been trying to clear up some unfinished business before they turf me out

and I came across something I thought might have an impact on a case that Robert is overseeing.

The serial rapist operating in East London.

The women who were attacked in their cars? I heard you had a suspect.

Yeah, we had a good suspect. Anthony Gunnell.

But not enough evidence for the CPS to take it any further.

The main problem is none of the victims remember the attacks.

MOBILE RINGS

The rapes were drug rapes.

All the women attacked worked shifts. They were all raped in the early hours.

The last thing any of them remember

is stopping to buy coffee at a mobile snack van.

And guess what Anthony Gunnell does for a living?

So, the women drive away with their coffee to go.

They all remember feeling unsafe to drive, so they wind down the window,

-but they can't keep their eyes open.

-So what does Gunnell put in the coffee?

Temazepam, very effective in the right dose.

MOBILE RINGS

Sorry.

And Gunnell is the common denominator?

And it seems that being caught once taught Gunnell to be very careful.

-Of course, he has previous.

-Attempted rape.

Isn't this case active?

Because if it is, I can't really see how UCOS can get involved.

What you'd be looking at is a murder.

Kathy Green, market stall holder.

Found dead in her van at 6am, February 7th, 2009,

six months before the first rape victim came forward.

I performed the autopsy and determined the COD to be respiratory arrest due to drug overdose.

The stomach contents were coffee and sleeping pills.

Obviously a killing doesn't fit Gunnell's pattern,

but one of the items found in the van was a lid from a polystyrene take away cup.

She bought the coffee in the early hours on her way to work. It fits.

I can see the logic, but... MOBILE RINGS

Sandra, do you need to take that?

Yes, unfortunately, I do. Sorry.

I'm on my way!

I thought I was picking you up at the station.

-So did I.

-Mum, you're early.

-I am not.

-You are, actually, because you said to me...

Sandra, I'd really prefer that we didn't start this week with a row on your doorstep.

Right, thank you very much.

"Week"?

# It's all right, it's OK

# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

# It's all right, I say, it's OK

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, doing fine

# Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

# It's all right, I say, it's OK

# We're getting to the end of the day

Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

Well, that's just not good enough.

It's not only your time you're wasting, you know.

So, how is your mother?

Same as ever.

Anyway, shall we get on?

Have you managed to take a look?

Yeah. Can I make sure I've got this right?

-We're not investigating the rapes.

-Not really. No.

We can't go near Gunnell?

No point. He doesn't cooperate with the police, and, since the rape investigation,

his lawyers are using words like "harassment" and "lawsuit".

So, officially, what are we investigating?

The suspicious death of Kathy Green, who died early in the morning

on her way to work after drinking take-away coffee.

-Do we mean "suspicious", or simply unexplained?

-How do you mean?

Well, it's a big leap from "accidentally took too many sleeping tablets"

to "murdered by a sexual predator".

How could she accidentally take pills she didn't have a prescription for,

neither did anyone in her family?

A prescription is not the only way to get Temazepam.

It has a street value. Maybe she took them recreationally?

-Or suicidally?

-No suicide note.

No history of depression.

No history of drug abuse.

No sign of sexual assault, and Gunnell is a rapist not a murderer. Which is why Operation Sapphire

haven't included her death in their investigation.

I've been thinking about that.

What if he didn't mean to kill her?

What if it was manslaughter not murder?

If she was his victim, she would have been one of the early ones -

he'd only been out of prison a couple of months and been a vendor for a week.

So maybe he hadn't worked out

how much of the drug to put in the coffee and added too much?

Yeah, maybe.

So, how do we investigate without investigating?

Cook Street Market. Notorious in my day.

The only market in London where you could buy half a pound of mince and hardcore porn from the same stall.

-Morning.

-How lovely(!)

-Manchego?

-Oh, thank you. Very nice.

That's very kind of you.

Would you like a cracker and a glass of wine to go with that?

-Oh, that's a thought.

-Chablis maybe?

Don't be silly. Listen. I'd like you two to go and speak to Kevin Baxton,

the market inspector, and anyone else who was around on the morning that Kathy died.

-What are we doing?

-Got to talk to the Greens.

No, you're not allowed dairy.

The Greens are greengrocers.

So, this must be Mr Bun the baker?

Get your caulis. Two for £1 now. Two for £1 caulis!

-Mr Green? Billy Green?

-In a minute, love. There's a queue.

Yeah, I'm not here for fruit. I'd like a word about your wife.

She's with her mum, love.

-No longer with us.

-I know. That's why I need to have a word with you.

-Dad?

-It's all right, son.

Get back to work. I'm not taking them caulis home.

Cheers, love. Round the back?

Cheers.

I thought it was all done and dusted?

Why are you going over it all again?

-We tie up loose ends. It's what we do.

-Right.

You must have some questions you want answering?

Well, yeah. I lost my wife. My son lost his mum.

-And just after Elsie had died.

-Elsie?

Kathy's mother.

-She had dementia.

-I'm sorry to hear that.

That's why Kathy decided she ought to move in with us.

So we could keep an eye on her.

-That must have been tough.

-Of course, "we" meant Kathy.

In the end it became a full-time job.

Luckily, David had finished at school, so he could come down and help me on the stall.

-Looks like there's been a few changes around here.

-Yeah, we're all hummus these days.

Thanks to Kathy.

This place was all set to be closed down and sold three years ago.

You say thanks to Kathy? Why, what did she do?

Everything. Started up a petition, talked to the press.

She never liked to let things lie.

-Sort them out, take them on.

-Sounds like a lovely woman.

Yeah, that's cos she was.

The best.

That's why I can't get me head around it.

Cos that's what you're saying, isn't it?

-What do you mean?

-You know who killed her?

Who? Who killed my mum?

This is an apricot galette.

The chef who made it was trained in Paris. Cordon Bleu.

Do they do sausage rolls?

-You're such a peasant.

-Anyway, while you were stuffing your face,

-I've been talking to stallholders.

-And?

Some were there when Kathy's body was found, but none of them

remember anyone answering Gunnell's description hanging around.

Mind you, it was a winter's morning, so it was dark.

Yeah. Hold that. Oi! Oi!

Get that off my car.

-I said, get it off, now!

-If you didn't want to be clamped, you shouldn't have parked here.

Listen, you doughnut, I'm with the police on an investigation.

Fine. Then you won't mind showing me your warrant card.

No, I don't... I'm not actually a serving officer any more.

-Oh, I see.

-We're with the special unit...

Hold on, hold on.

When you say "special", do you mean imaginary? Clamp it.

Oi!

Did Kathy have a regular route to work?

-Yeah, she'd have stopped off at the suppliers.

-And where would they be?

Bermondsey. She have picked up the stock and come here.

She liked to set up on her own on Saturdays. We would come down later.

Would she ever stop for a coffee?

There's usually a van here, but it takes them a while to get set up in the mornings.

-If she was desperate for a brew she'd have stopped somewhere on the way.

-Does she have a regular stop?

Not really.

-Wherever she could park the van.

-What about a roadside snack van?

Is that how this guy operated?

What, waited at cafes and that?

-We're talking about my wife here.

-Yes, I know and I'm sorry.

David! David!

Great, you've set him off now.

Probably be lucky to get a word out of him this week.

He's certainly got a temper.

He's a teenager, that's all he's bloody got. If you don't mind...

One thing. The tablets that were found in Kathy's system.

Any idea where they might have come from?

-No, we never had anything like that around the house.

-Really?

What? You don't believe me?

No, just that with you having your mother-in-law at home there must have been tablets around.

Yeah, if you shook Elsie, she'd have rattled. But they said they were the wrong kind.

Is there anyone we could speak to about that?

It was Helen Gilder,

the nurse they sent.

She was a godsend.

Who do you think you are?

Kevin Baxton, market inspector.

Look... I actually have some identification.

So do I, in the office. Look, come talk to my detective superintendent.

She'll vouch for me.

That's a good idea. But maybe she should have spoken to me before you all turned up in my market.

-Your market?

-I should be informed of any investigation going on in these premises.

-You'll be informed of your rights and taken down the station in a minute.

-On what charges?

Impersonating a human being!

You are everything that is wrong with this country.

Jumped up little sods who think they rule the bloody world.

APPLAUSE

Oi! I'm talking to you.

I beg to differ.

Then perhaps you'll talk to me in a professional capacity.

See?

You were the last person to see Kathy alive?

Well, I saw her van arrive.

She was the first person at the market, as usual.

How long before anyone else arrived?

About half an hour, 20 minutes.

-I was too busy to give you an exact time.

-Busy doing what?

My duties.

Making sure the refuse areas were clean,

that nobody had selfishly parked in the loading areas.

Basically, I ensure the market is safe and clean for the traders and the customers.

So, you were doing your rounds when you found Kathy's body?

I thought she was asleep in the front seat of her van at first.

That's against the rules as well, is it(?)

It is, actually. But that's not why I knocked on her window.

I knew she'd been having domestic issues.

-Her mother had recently died. I wanted to make sure she was OK.

-But she wasn't.

I opened the door and she fell to the ground. She wasn't breathing.

Someone else must have called the ambulance cos I was trying to administer CPR.

But, of course, it was too late.

What happened then?

I had the van moved.

Did you notice anyone hanging around, anyone you didn't recognise?

It's a public market.

Look, I'm sorry.

You can talk to the traders if you like.

We already have, and I have to say, Mr Baxton,

you don't seem to have a lot of fans out on the market.

Well, people like the idea of rules until they have to live by them.

Have you noticed how apples don't taste of anything any more?

Well, they've had it bred out of them.

All they want is something that looks good in a fruit bowl and won't go off.

They've sacrificed flavour for shelf life.

Well, that tasted all right. You know, like a banana.

-Yeah, but think of your food miles.

-I rarely think of anything else(!)

So, Kathy could have visited Gunnell's coffee van.

Or she could gone somewhere entirely different.

And there was nobody around Kathy's van at the time.

I might be able to extrapolate the route that she took to work.

See if it took her anywhere near Gunnell.

I think we should talk to Elsie's nurse, Helen Gilder.

Double check the medication in the Green household.

Rule out the possibility of an accidental overdose.

Yeah, but it's not easy to take sleeping pills accidentally.

-You can hardly mistake them for vitamins pills.

-I'm just saying keep an open mind.

-We all want Gunnell off the street, but for the right reason.

-Anyone else with a motive?

I doubt it. Sounds like she walked on water.

-Well, she did save the market. That's a hell of a lot of livelihoods.

-What about the family?

Her husband made all the right noises.

The son is a bit of a handful. Bad temper.

-A deliberate overdose though? That's an act of premeditation, not teenage temper.

-Yeah, that's sneaky.

-Got to be a right snake.

-Got anyone in mind, Gerry?

Well, Kevin Baxton fits the bill.

I'm not being funny!

He says he found the body, right.

Now, they were in that market 20 minutes before the next trader came in.

He had easily enough time to make her a cup of coffee.

Yeah, I suppose. One question though.

How much did it cost you to get unclamped?

A hundred quid.

But that's not the point. It's not the money, it's the principle!

Careful, you're foaming at the mouth again.

All I'm saying is I can't imagine a little control freak like him

would have liked Kathy interfering in his market.

And I bet you any money he's got previous.

Nah, didn't strike me as the type.

-He's all about rules.

-Yeah, but maybe he just thinks he's above the law?

-Fine! Pull his record and take a look.

-With pleasure.

And that's it for the time being.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Gerry, I'm warning you.

I don't want a police harassment complaint on my desk. I don't need the paperwork.

-Yeah, yeah.

-LAUGHTER

Oh, you're back, are you?

-Yes, Mother.

-I was beginning to wonder where you were.

At work. Where else would I be?

Indeed. I thought you were going to take some time off whilst I was here?

-I said I'd try.

-Well, I've cooked.

Thank you.

And it's ruined.

And I don't know what else we're going to have.

Sandra, I'm amazed that you don't have scurvy.

You do know that you're allowed to keep food in your fridge?

Vegetables, even! Wine doesn't count as one of your five a day.

Excellent idea.

It would be nice if we could actually plan to do something together whilst I'm here.

We should at least try and spend some time in each other's company.

-Come in.

-Thank you.

Kathy?

That was an awful shame.

She was a lovely woman.

She really cared about her mother.

Look, we don't want to disturb this lady.

Oh, Mrs Myers won't mind.

Will you, darling?

Still, perhaps we could...

OK.

-Will she be all right?

-Yeah, she's as good as gold.

Come this way.

Do you know how Kathy died?

Overdose. It was sleeping pills, wasn't it?

Any idea how she might have come by the drug?

It wasn't prescribed for her.

Or for Elsie. A woman in her state doesn't need sleeping pills.

It's what they do best when they're getting near the end. Sleep.

-So, you'd never seen any at the Greens' house?

-Doesn't mean they weren't there.

People cope in different ways.

What are you saying?

Kathy was a swan.

Serene on the surface, but under the water she was paddling like mad.

Maybe she needed something to help her stay afloat.

Was there something else going on?

-With the family?

-When someone's on their way out, it brings things up.

Things that were never said. You know?

What was it that Kathy wanted to say?

On the night that Elsie died,

Kathy and I stayed up until the early hours, waiting.

Kathy talked about her mum

and her childhood.

Elsie had been quite strict, apparently.

And Kathy had rebelled a bit.

When Kathy was 19, she got pregnant.

She had a little girl and gave her up for adoption.

Anyway, the daughter had been trying to get in touch,

but with Elsie and everything else...

Kathy just couldn't cope.

And she couldn't talk to Billy about it. It was tearing her up.

After Elsie died do you know if Kathy met up with her daughter?

No, I've no idea. It was the only time Kathy ever talked about it.

But I did wonder how it turned out, you know.

And then I heard Kathy was dead.

-God, that was awful news to come home to.

-Where had you been?

Benalmadena.

In Spain. I was on one of my trips to the chemist.

Couldn't you find one a bit closer?

Not one that will give my old dears what they need.

There's lots of drugs that can make geriatric patients' lives

a lot easier, but doctors won't prescribe them.

-Too expensive?

-Well, why would you want to waste NHS resources

on those that have been paying their stamp all their lives(?)

So, I worked out that, with the right EU forms,

a charabanc and a friendly Spanish doctor, I could get my ladies and gentlemen what they need.

-That's brilliant.

-But is it legal?

Oh, no, it's all above board.

As long as they only bring back what they've had prescribed for themselves.

So, obviously, that means the old dears have to come to Spain.

So, they have to be fit to travel. But them that can make the journey, they have a right old time.

Well, it's nice to know someone's prepared to put themselves out.

Well, that's what nurses do, don't they?

The hard work that doctors won't dirty their hands with.

Speaking of which, it's bath time for Mrs Myers.

-So, unless you'd like to give me a hand?

-We'll leave you to it.

I told you there was something weird about that bloke.

-What bloke?

-Kevin Baxton.

Is there a history of violence?

-He's got a history of violence being done to him.

-What?

This guy's been involved in 13 different assault cases in 15 years.

Listen, common assault, aggravated assault, ABH and a nasty GBH.

This bloke has been punched, kicked, slapped... He's even had a car driven at him.

-That'll be the GBH.

-He really knows how to get up people's noses.

-He probably made a profit from it and all.

-Of course.

-Eh?

-He'll have some ambulance chasing solicitor on speed dial.

Where there's blame...

-And you came very close to sticking one on him.

-Good job I didn't. But you see what I mean.

-It's not right!

-It's not illegal either.

If people are crazy enough to resort to violence over where they park their car...

-We should take a look at him.

-Harassing someone who enjoys their day in court is stupid!

So unless it's actually relevant to the case, Gerry, leave him alone.

-Brian? What have you been up to?

-The stuff's come through from Highways, I'm wading through it.

-Anything?

-Well, the good thing about Gunnell driving through London

is that Big Brother was keeping an eye on him.

He worked every morning that week, including the Saturday. But it's still not enough.

It wasn't enough for the original team, and it's not enough for us.

-So how did you get on with Nurse Helen?

-Oh, yeah, was she a naughty nurse?

Not in the way your filthy mind is thinking.

I don't think getting geriatrics medical help is naughty.

I think it's bloody heroic.

It's dangerous. She doesn't even know what she's bringing back.

They go to the Costa del Sol, not Columbia! It's all on prescription.

And she's right, when people get to a certain age, doctors just fob them off.

-Ain't that the truth!

-You've no idea.

-Oh, God, I've set 'em off.

You go to the doctor's these days and the first thing he looks at is your date of birth.

-And then they all say the same thing.

-"Oh, it's all you can expect at your age".

You know, you could go to my GP with a mild case of Ebola and he'd still say it was down to your age.

Before we all throw ourselves on the scrap-heap,

perhaps you'd like to find out more about Kathy's long lost baby daughter?

Sandra.

What the hell is she doing here?

-Thank you.

-Morning.

Morning, sir.

Mum?

To what do we owe the pleasure?

Well, if the mountain won't come to Mohammed...

I was just telling Mr Strickland he really needs to do something about that ignorant child on the desk.

-He wasn't going to let me through.

-You mean the constable who was just doing his job?

Luckily, there are still some gentlemen in the police force.

Well, it was either escort you through or have you arrested for verbally abusing one of my officers.

-I was just trying to teach him some manners.

-Sandra, could I have a word, please?

Yes, of course, sir. Jack?

Grace? Can I interest you in a cup of tea?

I'm so sorry about her.

Oh, don't be. She's delightful.

And you have excellent manners.

I was wondering whether you'd had any luck with your new case?

Yeah, actually we've uncovered a couple of interesting lines of enquiry.

Excellent. It goes without saying, as soon as you have anything

we can add to the Gunnell file and take to the CPS...

-I didn't say the lines of enquiry are anything to do with Anthony Gunnell.

-I see.

Look, sir, I know how you want this case to turn out,

but I still need to do a thorough investigation.

-I wasn't suggesting otherwise, Sandra. Not for one moment.

-Of course not.

In fact, I rather resent the implication.

Then I apologise.

Keep me informed of any developments.

Sir.

INDISTINCT SPEECH

So, Mum. Not that it isn't lovely to see you, but why are you here?

Oh, I knew you'd forget. Lunch?

I made a reservation at that place, I was telling you this morning.

Yep, as I was walking out the door.

Well, all I've seen of you so far is the back of your head.

Well, I'm afraid I can't leave now, it's too early.

-Then I'll wait.

-That's not an option.

-Well, how am I supposed to get back?

-How did you get here?

-Bus.

Grace, why don't I give you a lift home?

Oh. Thank you.

-There you are.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

-Well, I'm sure my daughter will be very grateful too.

She is very busy.

Yes, I know. She tells me every time I speak to her.

She's busied herself out of everything - a relationship, a family, a life.

She seems pretty happy to me.

Well, you're not her mother, are you?

-Anyway, thank you.

-Bye.

Bye.

How was she?

Thank you.

Ah, I've found her. Megan Fellows, born Homerton Hospital Maternity Unit on the 17th May 1991.

Mother registered as Katherine Sutcliffe,

later to become Kathy Green when she marries Billy.

-Well done.

-Homerton Hospital? That's Hackney, isn't it?

That's what I was thinking. One hell of a tube journey when you're about to give birth.

Maybe she wasn't at home when she went into labour.

Is there a father registered on the birth certificate?

No, but I have the last known contact details for the adoptive parents, Mr and Mrs Fellows.

Good. Call them.

-Ohh!

-What's rattling your cage?

This is an exercise in futility.

-I've gone over all the evidence the sexual assault squad had on Gunnell's movements.

-And?

And usually I'd expect to find a slip up.

A pattern no-one else can see.

We know. Because that's the weird way your brain is wired.

Yes, well, this time, nothing.

They've done well with the evidence they've managed to get, but there's not enough.

The CPS was right then.

I gives me no pleasure to say so, but yes.

And the kind of person who could plan something like this is

exactly the kind of person we should be putting away.

Of course I can see how that would be upsetting, yeah.

But sadly that's the kids of today, isn't it?

You haven't any idea where she might work, have you?

You have?

Hi.

Welcome to Clucky's Chicken. How can I help you?

We're looking for Megan Fellows.

Who sent you?

Detective Superintendent Pullman, this is Jack Halford from UCOS.

We'd like to speak to you about your birth mother.

What?

What's wrong?

So, why didn't anybody tell me before?

Did you not think I might like to be informed?

No, I don't suppose you bloody did, did ya?

-You're not supposed to smoke in here.

-Are you going to arrest me?

Believe me, this is better than what you're already breathing in this place.

OK.

Why don't you tell us what happened with Kathy?

I'd wanted to get in touch for ages.

Mum and Dad had told me from the off that I wasn't really theirs.

They had two kids before they got me. I was their charity case.

They only got me to look good in front of their friends.

-I'm sure that's not true.

-It is.

I was their little project.

And when it didn't go to plan, when I didn't like their posh school

or the stuff they bought me, they called me ungrateful and that I didn't know how lucky I was.

That's when I told them I wanted to find my real mum.

But they told me I had to wait until I was 18.

And then...

When you were old enough?

I wrote a letter. And another.

She just ignored me. Not a word.

So, I thought, bollocks to this.

I found out where she was and I went to see her.

Just knocked on her bloody door.

Her kid answered.

-David?

-Oh, is that his name?

What happened?

I told him he had a new sister and I invited myself in.

Then mummy dearest comes to see what's going on.

And I finally get to meet her.

And the reunion wasn't exactly what you'd been hoping for?

All I wanted was an explanation!

Why she gave me away!

What was so wrong with me?

Well, she was only 19 when she had you.

So? I'm not much older and I couldn't do it.

And even if I did, I might find five minutes for my kid

if she came looking for me.

Her mother had just died.

And how the hell was I supposed to know that?

But it's all right.

I've got the message now.

She's gone.

I better open up.

Them spicy wedges won't put themselves in the fryer, will they?

Mum, listen.

I'm sorry about earlier.

Hiya, sorry I'm a bit late, I've been down at social services

and had a look at Megan's file.

-I can guess what's in that without looking at it.

-Didn't do well at school,

in and out of trouble when she was there and left as soon as she could?

That's pretty much it except I've solved the Hackney mystery.

When Kathy became pregnant she moved in with her sister.

-Great. Text me the address. Jack, let's go.

-Come on, Brian.

Seek and ye shall find!

-David, get these tables.

-Morning.

-Look, I'm not being funny but we're late setting up.

-Dad.

Like I said, we really haven't got the time.

This shouldn't take long. I just wanted to ask if Kathy ever mentioned a Megan Fellows to you.

-Why? What's she got to do with all this?

-You know who she is?

She's nothing to do with me. Or Kathy.

-She's Kathy's daughter.

-So?

Kathy's long lost daughter who got in touch just a few weeks before she

died and yet you didn't think it was important enough to mention.

Look, I didn't know what to think, all right?

-I'd only just found out.

-When did she tell you?

She didn't! He did.

Kathy wasn't going to tell me anything - that she'd been to the house,

nothing! But he couldn't bloody wait to stir it.

-It wasn't like that.

-Shut up and get on with it.

Well, perhaps she was worried how you might react.

Look, I've been married nearly 20 years.

I thought I knew everything about my wife.

Because she knew everything about me. No secrets left.

So it was hard to take, something like that coming into your life.

And he was in a state about it.

-I wasn't. I was just surprised.

-Oh, yeah?

That's why you did one of your disappearing acts.

Had me and your mum out looking for you all night.

Think that's what she needed?

With your nan just dead... Selfish little sod.

Anything else you want to drag up?

-Anything else you need to tell us?

-No!

I do hope that is the case.

Megan found her?

She actually got to meet her?

I don't think the reunion went well.

Oh, God, poor Kathy.

I think it was fairly hard on Megan, actually.

Oh, yeah, of course it was.

Look, you don't understand...

Meeting Megan again was something that my sister had wanted ever since...

Since she'd had to give her away.

-You make it sound like she didn't have a choice.

-Yeah, my mother didn't give her any choice.

Kathy was six months gone when she told us what was going on.

I think she'd waited until it was too late for mum to drag her down to a clinic or something.

She knew how that old cow would react.

I take it you didn't have a great relationship with your mother.

I hated her. I know you're not supposed to say that,

especially after they've gone and died.

But she was a terrible mum.

No, I got out as soon as I could.

And Kathy?

She always did have an over-developed sense of duty.

But that baby was her way out.

She came to me for the last three months,

and I really thought she was going to make a go of it.

It wasn't going to be easy, but I was going to help her.

Look...

Look at her.

She was in love with that little girl.

And yet she still put her up for adoption?

I told you, Mum made her.

Mum turned up at the hospital.

I thought maybe she was there to make things all right.

She wasn't?

She was there to tell Kathy how hard it was going to be.

How she was too young and too stupid to be a good mum.

How the best thing she could do for her kid was to give her away to someone who really wanted her.

But Kathy wanted her. Look.

That wasn't the case 18 years later though.

Have you any idea how hard it was for Kathy with Mum?

-I couldn't help her.

-Why not?

Well, because every time I went in the house, Mum went potty.

It was just awful.

Billy, well, of course, he was next to bloody useless.

You don't get on with him either?

Kathy was always a martyr.

She went from a mum who treated her like crap to him.

When you say he treated her badly, do you mean he was violent?

No! I'd have done a Bobbit if he'd had ever laid a finger on my sister.

Actually maybe I should have done.

Why?

Because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

Ask him where he was the night my mother died.

Thank you very much. I hope this wasn't too difficult for you.

It's all right. I'd rather you heard the truth.

There's just one thing. Megan.

-You've met her?

-Yeah.

Is she all right? Is she... Is she happy?

Well, she has a few issues which she needs to work out for herself.

-Thank you. Bye-bye.

-Is she working?

At school?

I'm sorry, we're not allowed to give you any more details. Goodbye.

Try David.

Sandra, I wondered if we could have a...

Of course. Excuse me, sir.

I wanted to apologise for the way I spoke to you earlier.

You didn't deserve that.

Thank you, sir.

I appreciate that I brought this case to you with an agenda and it's a testament

to your professionalism that you've investigated it so thoroughly and with such an open mind.

-Again, thank you.

-I would also completely understand if you wished to call it a day on the case.

-I won't be doing that.

-Right.

Look, sir, I'm as disappointed as you that this isn't leading us where we want to go.

Data. That's all I need. More data.

And, as you can see, I'm not the only one.

But we have moved a bloody big rock with this.

And we're having a good look at what's squirming underneath it.

Every family has secrets.

That's true. But not all of them have a suspicious unexplained death to show for them.

Well, all I can say is carry on. Of course,

we're not the only ones who'll feel the disappointment.

Let Olivia know.

Unbelievable!

Can we talk?

-You do know I have to earn a living?

-David calmed down, has he?

He needs a firm hand. Kathy spoilt him rotten.

Let him get away with too much.

Just like she let you get away with stuff?

We've talked to her sister.

Oh, I can imagine what Jean said.

-Bad boy Billy?

-She suggested that at the time of Elsie's death you were having an affair.

Were you still seeing someone when Kathy died?

For a start, it wasn't an affair.

-It was just... A bit on the side.

-Oh, that's all right then.

I know it makes me sound a bit of a prat, but was tough having a sick, old woman around the house.

I needed to get away, take my mind off it.

-It was just a bunk up.

-And not the first one, apparently?

But anyway, you haven't answered my first question.

Were you seeing someone when Kathy died?

-No, it was over by then.

-And the woman, she'd confirm that?

Her husband will. He came home early one afternoon.

So then you went back to Kathy?

I never left her!

-And she always forgave me.

-She knew?

Kathy understood.

She understood you and you still slept around.

Have you ever been married?

It's how it works.

You accept things about people.

Just like you accepted Kathy's past.

What are you trying to say about me? You think I killed her?

It wasn't my dad! You can't just say things like that, you stupid cow!

-David!

-No! You can't say things like that about my family!

-You should just calm down.

-Shut up!

-That's enough, David. It's all right, son.

David!

Davey! David!

Oh, great, that's the big one.

Moment you lot turned up I knew we were in for a tantrum.

He'll probably be gone for three days! Thanks. Thanks a lot(!)

I'd like all the names of the women you've had affairs with, please, Mr Green.

-What?

-Mr Green?

-We need to talk about your late start this morning.

-What? Now?

-Been waiting for the right moment all day, have we?

-Actually, this does seem a bit insensitive...

-And I haven't finished yet.

-It's OK, this'll not take long.

-Don't you dare!

-What's he doing?

He's screwing me over, that's what.

I'm warning you.

Three weeks?

-You're suspending me for three weeks?

-If you break the rules...

-I'll break something!

-Billy! Billy!

You really shouldn't have done that.

-Where's the boss?

-Custody suite.

We've made an arrest?

Not the big one. Billy Green's assaulted Kevin Baxton.

You were right about him, Gerry. He knows when to push the button and he's bloody good at it.

I've been ringing around about our friend Kevin Baxton.

All the assaults happened at the workplace.

-Yeah, but we knew that.

-All was for the same employer - the council.

In the past 10 years, he's gone from one council job to another council job.

And, according to a couple of past employers, he got the jobs because

he came with a ringing endorsement.

Well, he had good references.

No, but from the same person. The bent ex-councillor Steven Coterell.

Baxton's worked at Cook Street for three years.

Now, before that, the longest he ever managed to keep a job

was six months before someone chinned him and he moved on.

-But because of his friend who was then in high places, he landed on his feet.

-What do you think?

I don't know, I can't quite put it together yet.

-Ah, sir.

-Mr Green is currently contemplating his rash actions in a cell.

You'll be over the moon to hear his victim has already secured his own legal representation.

I told you he was professional.

-His legal team...

-Team?

His legal team will be contacting you and Sandra to get your statements.

Two coppers? Billy could have chosen better witnesses.

And what if I didn't see anything?

And what if I pretend you didn't just say that, Jack?

When a call comes in from Caine, Wright and Johns, you will take it.

I'll make sure he does, sir.

Glad to hear it.

Well, that's going to be fun.

Chatting to an ambulance chaser in a shiny suit.

I think that shiny suit might be Savile Row.

Caine, Wright and Johns are a very big outfit.

They do all the big property deals.

Then how can he afford it?

I was right about him.

You're early. Manage to get out without waking her up, did you?

I don't know what you're talking about. Are you making me one?

Don't think you'll have time to drink it. You've got a visitor.

-Megan.

-What's she doing here?

-Shouting at the front desk mainly.

They've put her in an interview room to calm her down.

Great(!)

Megan.

I thought you were a copper, not a bloody social worker.

-Sorry?

-So you should be.

Cos it's not your job, is it? Bringing long lost relatives back together.

-I have no idea what you're talking about.

-Auntie Jean turned up.

-And it was you who told her how to find me, wasn't it?

-Absolutely not.

But there she was.

Well, doesn't that tell you something?

I told you. I don't need this shit.

I don't need her and I don't need anyone else.

And I don't need Kathy Green's bloody letters!

Letters she wrote and never sent.

Now, without the histrionics and bad language,

why don't you just tell me what happened?

Auntie Jean,

that's actually what she asked me to call her. She tried telling me how much my mum loved me.

Well, I don't want to hear it.

You don't want to hear that your mum loved you?

I don't want to hear the lie. And then she gave me this.

She said that my mum wrote to me.

All the time. Sent me birthday cards.

She looked after them for her.

So the husband wouldn't find out Kathy's dirty little secret.

Well, I want you to give them back to her.

Tell her I'm not interested.

Have you read them?

I don't want to!

-Read this.

-No.

Look, you can do it here or you can do it in one of the cells.

-It's up to you.

-You can't do that!

-Try me.

Guv'nor, Cook Street Market's been set on fire.

OK, I'll be right there.

Where do you think you're going?

You're staying here until you've read all of them.

I'm not reading them letters. You can't make me! I'm not doing it!

Could have been very nasty.

Started early this morning. Lucky the place was empty.

But was that luck or judgement?

It's a crime scene now.

The fire brigade are pretty convinced they're looking at arson.

Someone set fire to a big pile of cardboard next to the bins.

The bins which were next to Baxton's office.

Another attack to add to his score sheet, perhaps?

Luckily he was at his solicitor's at the time, so...

So, do we think we might have anything to do with it?

I think you could say that, Jack, yes.

CID are questioning him.

-It won't be a tough nut to crack, so I wouldn't imagine it would take too long.

-Poor kid.

Have Baxton's solicitors called yet?

What?

We think we ought to have a little chat with Kevin Baxton.

Do you need to talk to me about David Green?

I was the target of that arson attack, you know.

Yeah, we've established that.

But you should be used to being a target now.

14 assaults in nearly as many years!

That is if you count Billy putting one on you.

-It counts.

-I bet it does.

-How much do you reckon you're going to get in compensation?

-It's not about that...

You've had as many jobs as compensation claims!

You've worked everywhere, haven't you? High rises,

old folks' home, multi-story car park, community centre.

-All council-run facilities.

-I enjoy working in the public sector.

-It's a shame the public don't enjoy it.

-Tell us,

if you've been on the wrong end of an assault in the workplace,

why is it you that has to move on?

Maybe I don't feel comfortable working in a violent atmosphere.

Or maybe you feel there's no point staying because you know

the place is going to be bulldozed or turned into luxury flats or a shopping centre.

Which is what's happened to every place you've worked apart from the market.

A lot of the council properties are sold off.

Yeah, and most of them were sold by Councillor Steven Coterell.

Bit of a scandal about that, wasn't there?

Cos he had vested interests, seeing as he was on the board of

Westoe Development, and they were the ones buying all the property.

-I wouldn't know anything about that.

-Really?

Cos it was all over the local paper.

And that's why Coterell lost his seat on the council.

Do you know who does all the legal paperwork for Westoe Developments?

-Caine, Wright and Johns.

-And we know you know them.

So, who is it you do work for -

is it the ex-councillor, the property developers, the law firm?

I don't work for any of them any more.

Not since the property market crashed.

And when I did work for them, I wasn't doing anything illegal.

Fine, then tell us what you did do.

Just intelligence gathering.

I'd identify any obstacles to the sale of council facilities.

Was Kathy Green an obstacle?

See, I can't imagine your usual tricks working on her.

Patience of a saint.

-Everyone says so.

-I was there to see who'd put up a fight when

Coterell announced his plans to sell.

Everyone was so lax about the market rules and regs...

I got rid of half of them by handing out suspensions.

-Apart from Kathy Green.

-And because of her family connection with

the market, she was the one who put up a fight to stop you closing it.

She was nursing her senile mother.

I didn't think she was going to be problem.

You underestimated her a bit there though.

-What did it take to get rid of her?

-What are you implying?

You were alone with her on the morning she died.

You don't understand. When the property market slumped,

Westoe Developments lost interest in Cook Street.

But Steven Coterell didn't.

He was fighting his council seat in the midst of a corruption scandal, remember?

So what looks better to the voters?

Being involved in the regeneration of a local market,

or closing the damn thing down?

I told you. I knew he was a wrong 'un.

-You knew nothing, except that he clamped your car and you wanted to get your own back.

-So?

I've just spoken to the SIO on the arson case, they're having a problem with David Green.

-What sort of problem?

-Apparently he's absolutely beside himself and they can't calm him down.

He keeps asking for his pills.

Pills? What kind of pills?

Well, they've spoken to the GP and there's no prescription on file for him.

-Just like Kathy?

-So, I've called in someone to help.

-Who?

-Nurse Helen.

I did that digging you asked me to.

You were right, she does go all out for her patients, a bit too far for some of them.

And there have been complaints from the patients' families.

She's very high-handed and apparently has a liking

for making decisions that aren't hers to make.

Right, get her in.

When I heard poor David needed me, what else could I do?

So, these tablets he's asking for...

-There you go.

-And this is his prescription?

-It's David's medication.

-No, no. That's not what I asked.

Are these prescribed for David?

I didn't know I was coming here to be questioned.

Excuse me, can I just...

Ah, the instructions are in Spanish.

But I know how to pronounce this bit - propranolol hydrochloride.

Sorry, I need a translation.

Beta-blockers.

I'm assuming that David doesn't have a heart condition.

He needed something to calm him down.

-You should see him when he loses his temper.

-I have.

And I think he needs a bit more than a few pills. He needs proper help.

I was helping him. I was helping the whole family.

What? You had them all on unprescribed medication?

What about Kathy?

What did she need?

You don't understand what she went through.

You've got no idea what it takes to look after someone in that state.

-But you do.

-Yes.

I don't mean as a nurse.

I mean your experience with your dad.

You love looking after dementia patients... Even after your father?

I give people the help that I never had.

The help that I needed, that I asked for.

I'm good at my job because I understand what people are going through, day in and day out.

Watching someone you love just disappear.

-So you think it's better to speed things up?

-No. That's not what I'm saying.

There was a complaint made against you last year.

That was all a misunderstanding.

The husband of a dementia patient claimed you'd offered to help his wife die.

That's not what I suggested. I just wanted to make her more comfortable.

And how were you going to do that, what were you going to give her?

-Did you make the same offer to Kathy?

-Oh, for God's sake!

There was nothing left of Elsie by then.

Kathy had said her goodbyes, said all she needed to say...

It wasn't your decision to make.

I didn't make a decision.

I just...

I showed Kathy that there was another way.

A better way for it to come to an end.

I just...

guided her in the right direction.

Guided or pushed?

Hi.

She really wanted me.

She wasn't ashamed of me at all.

-It was her mum!

-I know.

I mean, look at it all!

Every birthday card she sent me.

My birth certificate...

..my hospital bracelet...

She kept it all.

She was just waiting for me to get in touch.

But when I did...

It wasn't your fault, it wasn't the right time.

I know.

She said.

This is the last one.

It's OK, you can read it.

-Are you sure?

-I think you probably need to.

Megan...

It's this bit.

"Don't blame yourself, my beautiful girl.

"I'm not doing this because of you.

"I'm not even doing it for you.

"This is me being selfish

"and doing something for myself.

"I just need to stop feeling this way.

"I just need to let go."

An actual suicide note.

Yep, case closed. Damage done.

And Brian's passed on all the information about Helen,

-so she won't be helping anyone else from now on.

-Good.

And the council's human resources mob are taking a look into Baxton's employment record.

And we might be about to put a rapist away.

Hello, Olivia. I thought you said that even you couldn't do anything with the evidence.

So, I found some new evidence using your theory.

You thought that Kathy's death might have been a first attempt to

drug someone by Gunnell and that he'd accidentally overdosed her.

But the more I thought about it, you wouldn't overdo it

when you were first trying it out. You'd under-dose.

Someone with a small amount of Temazepam in their system would be

tired and woozy, but they wouldn't go into a deep sleep.

But they certainly wouldn't be safe to drive,

and that's why I spoke to the traffic unit and asked them for details

of any early morning car accidents in the area around the snack van

in the months between Gunnell getting his roadside vendor's license

-and the first reported attack.

-And?

And I narrowed them down using the gender of the driver,

the intended destination and the suspected cause of the accident.

I found two women who crashed their cars going to work.

Cause - driver error, possibly caused by intoxication.

I talked to the drivers.

-And guess what?

-Please tell me they'd stopped for a morning coffee.

Both of them. Both at Gunnell's van.

-Gotcha!

-But don't you have the same problem as the rapes?

It's all circumstantial.

Both accidents were serious enough for the traffic unit to request blood tests

-after the breathalyser tests came back negative, and guess what they found?

-Temazepam?

One accident was so serious that someone at the scene called an ambulance.

Gunnell's mobile.

Proof he was following the women after he drugged them!

-I mean you've got to put a case together, but it could be enough.

-It's good enough for me.

-Right... Pub!

-Give me five!

You coming to the pub?

-See you there.

-I think a celebratory cufflink is well in order.

Sandra, I just wanted to say thank you.

And sorry. I shouldn't have questioned the direction of your investigation.

-It's OK.

-No, it's not.

I just couldn't bear the idea of finishing my career

with that bastard still out on the streets.

How long have you got left?

Finished today.

I've never asked you, have you got a family? Kids?

-No.

-Gosh, isn't that strange?

Why do I feel the need to say something sympathetic?

Well, you wouldn't be the first.

Someone once told me I could always get a cat.

The thing is, I don't regret it.

I made my choice and I loved my job.

Why should I apologise about that?

-You shouldn't.

-Sandra, I just wanted to...

I'll catch you up.

I just wanted to say thank you.

-I was just doing my job.

-Yes, that's what I'm thanking you for.

Well, let's not forget it was a team effort.

-I mean, Olivia made the first connection.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And this is the same woman who has just walked away from the job

cos she doesn't think she can do it justice any more.

-Do you think that's right, sir?

-Well, I can't...

-Good night.

Mum?

Sorry I'm late.

-I thought we had another day.

-No, my train leaves in an hour.

But I was going to make dinner. I've bought vegetables.

Perhaps I've had a lucky escape.

It was a joke, dear.

You don't have to go.

I think I do.

It was nice idea, but...

-We're not ready.

-You're not ready.

I mean... You're very busy.

I can see that now.

OK, fine.

-I'll take you to the station.

-I've booked a cab.

Of course you have.

Goodbye, Mum. Safe journey.

Sandra, you know where I am if you need me.

But don't leave it too late, darling.

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# It's all right, it's OK

# Listen to what I say

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# It's all right, it's OK

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