Scott, we need to talk.
I said not now.
Tyler. Don't, Mam.
Come on!
Can we just go?
Cheer up, pet. You're scaring the customers off.
'DI Joe Ashworth. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.'
Er, just to say I hope everything went well.
Oh, I mean, as well as can be expected, with your dad's move.
Er, you'll be with family, so there's no need to call me back.
Right.
Mark. 'Er, Ma'am.
'Sorry to disturb you on a Sunday, but a body's been found
'It's a bit of an odd one.'
Ma'am.
Not the Sunday afternoon we had planned, eh, Mark?
Yeah. Body's in the chippie. Discovered around 1pm by a worker.
Oh. And is that her? Yes, Ma'am.
She says it's the co-owner, Scott Rhodes.
Co-owner? Yeah, the other's a Ross Simmons.
Kenny's trying to contact him, but no answer yet.
Oh, well, tell him to keep at it.
Er, we've got CCTV in the front of the shop,
but only during opening hours.
And you can access the kitchen from round the back anyway.
Right. And is that where the body is?
Yes, Ma'am. Er, you'd better take a look for yourself.
All perfectly preserved for you.
Actually, it makes things tricky.
He seems completely solid,
so I'll need to gently unfreeze him before autopsy.
Can you tell how long he's been in there
from the level of freezing?
Not in any precise way.
Was he dead when he went in? Hm?
Well, what about this blow to the head?
Looks bad, but I can't be sure it's what killed him.
Well, it couldn't have helped.
But it might have been the cold or suffocation.
Or a fall. Or hit with a heavy object.
Well, if you're hoping for a murder weapon,
it seems a bit too clean in here.
TOO clean?
Even for somewhere with a level 5 hygiene rating.
Aye, and a dead body in with the chips.
And look here. Can we get the lights, please?
Blood? Despite a strenuous clean-up effort, yes.
Thanks.
So, whatever happened likely happened in here. Hmm.
Now, why would somebody scrub the place clean thoroughly...
..and then leave the body in the freezer?
I don't know. That's your department.
We've got a card from a pocket. Name on it's Scott Rhodes.
And there's also a phone, but... Oh, that'll need defrosting too?
Er, no sign of forced entry, but they might have taken his keys.
Did your lot unplug the freezer?
No.
It was already unplugged when he was found?
Not sure, but the freezer must've been running until recently.
Hmm.
Sorry, I'm running late. Joe.
Is she inside? Er, yeah. She's just in the front.
What are you doing here? I heard there was a dead body.
You shouldn't be on call.
Me dad's settled in at the hospice. He's well looked after.
There's nothing more I can do, and I want to work.
OK. Well, the deceased's one of the co-owners,
and we're still looking for the other one.
And I was wondering...
about this, too.
Cleared out before closing? Or are you thinking burglary?
I'm thinking we need to check.
Scott was here last night. Steph?
What'd you get from the lass who found his body?
Name's Rachel Lim, Ma'am.
Lives nearby with her six-year-old. She's in a real state.
But I got out of her that Scott Rhodes
was here yesterday when she left.
Shop closes at 11. Rachel helped clean.
She left around midnight.
Why was she in today? Shops shut on a Sunday.
Said she got worried about the gas. Popped back to make sure it was off.
Only to find the body.
What about other workers?
Er, yeah. An Ant Daleson was on yesterday,
but he left earlier.
Rachel said he's worked at the shop for years.
And a Ross Simmons.
So, both the owners, Ross and Scott, were here when she left?
Er, no. Ross went a bit before.
Mentioned wanting to get away for a drive down south,
for a business meeting today.
A business meeting? On a Sunday?
Yeah, Kenny's still trying to contact him, Ma'am. Good!
His business partner dead in his freezer?
He's a person of interest from the get-go. Kenny, any luck?
Er, sorry, Ma'am, no. Just goes to his voicemail.
He's turned it off.
All right, let's get an alert out. Aye.
Let's get his details to the ports and airports,
and let's put a track on his vehicle.
What about the deceased's next of kin?
Yeah, the homeowner at his registered address
is a Carrie Hawton.
Er, no-one home when uniform attended,
but a neighbour said she'd be at work.
Right. Let's go find this Carrie Hawton.
Anything on Ross Simmons I want updated as soon as.
Ma'am.
I'm so sorry for your loss, pet.
Sit yourself down. Come on.
Do you need me, er, to do anything?
Well, we will need a formal identification at some point.
I mean, did he have any other family we should contact?
No. It was just him.
His dad died last year.
That's when Scott moved back from London.
We got together, and he moved in...
six months back.
I've a lad. Tyler.
17 now.
Scott was good with him.
Not many men would've taken on a teenager.
When did you last see Scott?
Yesterday teatime.
I made chicken curry.
Scott never really ate at the shop.
He didn't like fish.
And what time was that?
Five-ish. I'd a shift from 6:30.
You work overnight? Yeah.
Finished at 2:30 in the morning.
And when you got back, was Scott home?
I don't know.
When I'm back late, I sleep on the sofa.
I just assumed I'd missed him when I woke.
Came in today for another shift.
He hadn't called? Left a message? That didn't worry you?
It's like that lately.
Like ships in the night.
What with my shift pattern and the chip shop being so full-on.
Any problems at the shop?
I don't think so.
Ask Ross Simmons.
Oh, aye, aye. We will, pet.
Now, can you think of anything out of the ordinary
that happened recently?
No. No, nothing.
Well, his car got damaged, I suppose.
Outside ours. Scored down the side.
And then a tyre got slashed.
Any idea who did that?
Assumed just kids. Random.
OK, pet. Thanks.
A partner with enough cash to rescue a small business,
and she's working night shifts in a warehouse?
Well, maybe she doesn't want to rely on him?
I mean, six months living together isn't that long.
And in any case, he wasn't stuffed into their home freezer, was he?
We need Ross Simmons. What?
His car's been flagged several times driving south.
Are they on to his bank card?
Well, yeah, but apart from buying some service station coffees...
Yeah, well, what with that and the camera sightings,
that should narrow the focus.
Oh, and Mark says Ant Daleson, the other worker at the chip shop,
he'll meet us at his home. Right.
Anthony Daleson?
You the police? Aye, we are, pet.
Ta, mate. See you again. All right.
Sorry to keep you. I had to get back from the hospital.
Oh. Everything OK? Hmm?
Oh, not for me. My brother.
Come in.
And is your brother OK?
Er, yeah, now.
Finn's epileptic.
Had a seizure he wasn't quite coming out of.
Well, we could've met you at the hospital, pet.
Nah, you're all right. Mum's with him.
It's just Scott, you know?
I mean, I just can't quite... Hmm. Ah.
Have a seat.
Oh, me mam had a little pot like that.
You've worked at the chippy for a long time, Mr Daleson?
Yeah. From right back when Mr and Mrs Simmons had it.
After they retired, Ross took over.
And that's when Scott Rhodes came in as a co-owner? Yeah.
We haven't been able to reach your boss.
Have you any idea where he could be? Thanks, love.
Er, no. Sorry.
Cheers.
And were there any tensions at the shop?
People got on? Pretty much.
Ross and Scott could argue a bit.
Oh, aye? What about?
Er... the business.
Were you there all day yesterday?
Yeah. From food prep in t'morning.
Er, Ross is in charge of the kitchen.
Rachel came in early, to wipe down before opening.
And how long was Scott there?
Er, he stayed till... till closing.
Ross let me get away early.
Er, I usually stay to tidy up, but...
..me brother'd been feeling funny, and, erm...
he had his seizures in the early hours.
Oh, well, he's in good hands now, love.
OK, listen up, everyone. I know it's Sunday and all that.
Now, our deceased, Scott Rhodes, co-owner of Simmons' Fish Shop.
He was a saviour who stopped it from going under by all accounts.
And yet, he ends up dead, in their own freezer.
Now, we're still trying to locate the other owner, Ross Simmons.
The chippie was previously the family's business.
And there may have been some tensions
between Simmons and Rhodes.
Well, I've asked for a latest update on his whereabouts, Ma'am.
Rachel Lim...
and Ant Daleson.
Both were there yesterday.
She found the body just before 1pm today.
Kenny, dig into his mobile, social media.
See if there's any suggestion of disagreements between these two.
Will do. Mark, start checking alibis.
Find out who had a key to the place. Ma'am.
Er, I've also retrieved the shop CCTV. Good.
And finally...
Carrie Hawton,
who was the deceased's girlfriend.
Now, the poor lass has lost her partner
and a father figure to her teenage son.
Er, I did a quick background check into her, Ma'am.
She's no previous,
she's had the same address the last 15 years,
since her parents died,
and one sister, but she lives in Bristol.
Right. OK.
Go home, and I'll see you all nice and early.
Ma'am. We've got Ross Simmons.
A patrol car in South London pulled him over.
I want him in that interview room first thing tomorrow.
Must've been worrying, getting pulled over by the police.
Yeah. Is that why you kicked up a fuss?
Refused to get out the car?
Well, I'd had a glass of wine.
Was worried that's why I'd been stopped.
So, what was it took you down south?
Meeting a business contact. Half business, half pleasure.
We'll have to contact him.
Of course.
Now you two hadn't been partners very long.
Half a year?
We knew each other ages ago, from school.
He'd moved away, done well.
When he come home, he said he was looking for a new investment.
I jumped at the chance. Needed to refurb the shop.
And you didn't have the capital for that?
Mum and Dad took what they'd saved to Spain with them.
They'd planned to let the place go.
But I thought I could do something with it.
It's been hard. The energy costs.
Picked up some bad reviews online too. Didn't help.
Well, that must have been stressful.
Now, you didn't lock up on Saturday. Rachel did.
That's right, yeah.
Just wanted to get home, get to bed before the drive,
so I gave Rachel my keys.
And both Rachel and Scott were there when you left?
What about the till?
Is it emptied at the end of every shift?
Er, it should be, yeah.
But so many payments are cashless these days,
sometimes I just leave it. I think I did on Saturday.
Sorry, Ma'am. Excuse me, love.
It's the, erm, shop CCTV. There's something you should see.
So, this is Saturday, 11:52,
just before opening.
Well, well, well.
So, nothing unusual happened?
Just a typical Saturday?
Who is that?
Trevor Armley. We used to get fish off him.
He wasn't happy when we stopped.
We can see that, love.
Now, I'm gonna need his details.
We don't have enough to hold him. Ah, maybe not.
But we're not done with Ross Simmons yet.
Let's see if we can confirm he was at home
until his drive south on Sunday.
And meanwhile, I need to talk to this fella...
Trevor Armley.
And Rachel Lim.
She was the last person to see Scott.
Still feels strange that she was there on a Sunday,
when she wouldn't normally have keys.
Aye, you're right. You go see her. Take Steph with you.
I'll go talk to this fisherman.
And, Mark?
See if you can trace any rotten online reviews
the chip shop apparently got.
Ma'am.
Now, come on, love. I mean, it's pretty clear.
Scott report me to you lot, did he? Ah, no, no. No, love.
No, he's been found murdered.
So you can imagine this gesture of yours
has us asking questions.
What?
No, I... I wasn't...
I was saying their business would be dead.
Scott behaving that way. In what way, love?
I run as a small operation, right?
A day boat my sons take out.
I deliver fish, fresh.
Ross loved how it would fit his vision.
Fresh, local.
Sustainable.
Ah, but he'd stopped using you. Yeah.
Before the end of the initial agreement.
On Scott's say-so, Ross just rolled over.
Kept saying that Scott was the money brain.
So, what's this, then, hmm? Dispute resolution?
I called Scott.
He ignored me.
Was slippery, that one.
Now the next thing I hear,
he's spreading rumours about the sustainability of our fish.
Any truth in those rumours? No!
But if our accreditation gets suspended...
that is a disaster. You just...
You don't do that.
What about the rest of the day? Where were you?
Did you see Scott again? No.
I was back here.
Then I was at a friend's till late.
A poker night.
You can ask the lads.
Oh, I will, love.
Yeah? Rachel Lim?
Northumberland and City Police. Can we have a word?
Sorry about this. I'll clear it up for you.
No, you're fine.
Er, so, you told me yesterday
you went back to check the gas was off.
Er... yeah.
Why did you think that Scott or Ant hadn't done it?
Because Ross had asked me to lock up.
But as Scott was still there, he said he'd do it.
He'd normally be long gone by then.
I just wanted to make sure it'd been done.
I felt responsible.
Did you notice that the till had been emptied?
Ross normally clears it.
Just didn't on Saturday.
Are you accusing me of something?
You unexpectedly found yourself with the keys,
knew no-one would be in Sunday, and now the till's empty.
Scott used to take money from it.
From the till?
The co-owner?
On top of taking advantage of us.
Taking advantage how?
I worked at Helliwell's before.
The chip shop at the other end of the road.
Scott poached me.
Offered me more shifts and a pay rise.
Instead, I got fewer shifts and less money.
He did it to annoy Pat Helliwell.
And why would he want to do that?
Because Pat and him don't like each other.
And he hated that the Helliwells got more business.
What he paid was below minimum.
Weren't legal.
Well, neither's taking money from the till.
You said that Scott would normally be gone.
So why hadn't he on Saturday?
And when you were in there yesterday,
why did you open the freezer?
To let it defrost.
I wanted the fish to go off.
I figured any waste would annoy Scott.
Look, I was just angry at the way he treated us. OK?
Printouts of the bad reviews the chip shop got, Ma'am.
All within the past few months.
But they're pretty vicious. It's more like trolling.
Are we sure these are genuine?
Well, there's a few different names.
Well, that's no guarantee
they're not all written by the same person.
Check for any similarities in grammar, spelling, punctuation.
And get on to the cyber team.
Maybe they can tell us who posted them. Ma'am.
And Kenny?
Can you fast track the shop's finances, please?
Personal accounts too. Ma'am.
Definitely something funny going on in that shop.
What?
It was Rachel who switched off the freezer
because Scott was short-changing them.
Said she wanted everything to spoil, so she opened the lid.
And listen to this.
She used to work for Pat Helliwell, that rival chip shop.
Scott poached Rachel from her.
Seems there was some bad blood between them.
Right.
So, let's go get some chips.
So, how long are your lot gonna be hanging around for?
It's hardly good for business, police officers everywhere.
Well, neither is murder, love.
He was murdered? Scott?
We heard the two of you had some issues.
Right.
So, now someone's taking me seriously?
Do you know, I tried to tell the council about all this.
Salt and vinegar? Please.
So, come on. What had you going to the council?
Look, I've had a shop on the same street as Simmons for decades.
Now, there's a bit of friendly rivalry, you know,
but never any problems.
Until Scott Rhodes.
He was trying to drive me out of business, simple as that.
And how'd he go about that?
You name it.
Dirty tricks.
Right... He stole the staff.
Used my bins until they overflowed.
He even tried to steal my customers out of the queue.
And...
And there was even... ..a dead rat.
A rat?
Found its way into my kitchen.
What, and that was Scott Rhodes as well, was it?
Well, how else did it get in?
Well, I wouldn't like to speculate, love.
Look, love, my shop is clean, right?
Squeaky.
I've even had the whole kitchen refitted a month ago.
Everything in there is gleaming.
Well, I'm pleased to hear it.
Thanks, love.
I kept it.
What?
Rat.
I froze it.
So, if you wanna analyse it you know, forensics or whatever...?
No, you're all right, pet. OK.
Not finishing those, then?
Check with the council.
See if she actually did raise complaints.
Kenny, what's up?
Er, something from Scott's mobile, Ma'am.
There's some texts from a few weeks back that jump out.
Jump out? Why?
One is to a contact called Ollie Keeble.
There's Scott telling him to back off from Carrie.
So, who is this Ollie Keeble?
That's for hogging the ball, mate. I'll pass it back.
Yeah, right. I scored, didn't I?
That's Ollie over there, in the burgundy top.
Right, thanks, love.
Hey. Hey!
Tyler, break it up. Break it up now.
Yeah.
Tyler told me about Scott. It's awful.
Tyler?
Carrie Hawton's lad?
Yeah. He's one of the lads that's just been scrapping.
But I didn't have much to do with Scott.
No?
"I know you want her, mate. Unlucky.
"She's mine."
Now, why would he send you those texts
about you and his missus if you barely knew him?
Tyler has some issues with his temper.
They've gotten worse.
So I spoke to Scott.
Wondered if something was going on at home.
And he reacted badly?
Told me to get my nose out and then...
Well, you've seen.
Must have got my number from Carrie. Started behaving like a bully.
You ever been in a relationship with Carrie?
No.
Scott THOUGHT I liked her, but...
Look... I just want what's best for Tyler.
I want him to be a top footballer.
He's good, is he? Tyler? Yeah. Very.
Could be a big thing for him if he got scouted, but...
he's his own worst enemy.
Now, if you don't mind, I need to get this lot stashed away.
So which version of Scott Rhodes do we believe?
Hmm? A successful businessman who saves
an old friend's family business from going under?
Or, someone who pinches his rival staff and underpays his workers?
He took on an angry teenage lad.
Carrie said he was good with him.
Er, I looked into his family.
No living relatives.
The dad died last year like Carrie said.
Scott sold his house and inherited his car.
So maybe he used the money from the house, to put into the chip shop.
But he was already well set up, wasn't he?
Er, no. He was in debt, ma'am. Quite bad, actually.
He had an Individual Voluntary Arrangement
set up to pay off some creditors.
Well, that's definitely not the image he was selling.
Er, might not be connected, ma'am,
but Scott's phone over the last few months,
there been a regularity of calls to a contact listed as "New Supplier".
Long conversations, too.
Well, did you trace the number? Not yet, ma'am.
Get it up on his handset.
New supplier.
I'm gonna ring it!
'Babe! I've missed you! Where've you been?'
Who am I speaking too?
'Who are you?'
Detective Chief Inspector Vera Stanhope, love.
Northumberland and City Police.
And we're going to need a little chat.
No. No. I spoke to him on the weekend.
We saw. On Saturday.
I tried Sunday.
Didn't answer.
Didn't leave a voicemail?
Didn't text to see if he was OK?
In fact, you never texted him.
He said not to.
And you know why, don't you love?
Yeah.
Because of his... home situation.
But he was sorting it.
He told you he was gonna leave his partner?
And did you believe he was gonna do that?
Course he was! Why wouldn't he, when he knew...
How far along are you, pet?
Seven weeks.
He was honest from the start.
But there was a kid at home.
Looked up to Scott.
So, he had to let them down gently?
Yes! Because he cared!
About me. Them.
Had so much on his plate.
The young people he mentored.
He visited an old woman.
Had the staff at the restaurant to look after.
Did you ever go to the chippie?
Chippie? Aye.
You mean, the fish restaurant? No. I never went.
What am I gonna do? Who would hurt him?
He was just a lovely, caring, decent man.
He really was a piece of work, wasn't he?
Lining her up to replace Carrie!
Aye. But younger. More money he could tap.
Carrying his own bairn.
Just how he would have seen it.
What if Carrie found out?
Aye. Or Tyler.
Carrie? Hmm.
So, first you're telling me Scott was drowning in debt.
And now that?
We are so sorry, love.
With who?
What? You won't tell me?
Well, it wouldn't be appropriate. Appropriate?
You didn't suspect he had money troubles?
Not even when he was keen to move in here?
And you never wondered if he was cheating?
No. I didn't.
If that's all you came for...
Is your son home, love?
Tyler? Why?
He was part of Scott's life.
We need to talk to everyone.
Now? Aye.
Tyler? Can you come down?
Oh, pleased to meet you, love.
I'm DCI Stanhope.
This is DI Ashworth.
What do you want?
Well, I want to hear about Scott from you, love.
Did you get on? Yeah.
Mum seemed happy. They say he was cheating.
What? Seriously?
You didn't know? Of course not!
I'd have told mum!
He was the one worried about that.
What do you mean?
He made jokes.
Said one of my coaches was in love with Mum. Ollie Keeble?
But there was nothing was going on there, was there, pet?
Don't be ridiculous. No.
Are you sure about that? Aye.
OK. Thanks for your time.
I didn't spot any big anger issues from the kid. Did you?
Well, maybe it only comes out on the football pitch.
What is it?
Domestic CCTV.
CCTV.
And I'm pretty sure it covers Carrie Hawton's house.
Check her movements for Saturday.
And that of her lad, Tyler.
He said he went to see a mate round about five.
And check the days Carrie thinks Scott's car was damaged.
Ma'am. Oh. and er, postmortem, ma'am.
Paula's ready for you.
At last! Right, you coming?
Finally got him thawed, then?
It's trickier than just popping him in the microwave.
So, what you got for us, then?
Well, first off, there's no vasoconstriction or petechiae.
So, he didn't suffocate.
He was dead before he went into the freezer.
Was it this whack to the head that killed him?
It's possible.
Well, any idea how it was inflicted?
There was nothing embedded in the wound.
So, something metal.
Stainless steel, perhaps.
And yes, it caused a skull fracture, brain contusion
and a subarachnoid haemorrhage.
Oh, and there's something else too. What?
I only saw once he was thawed and undressed.
Penetrating trauma.
Caused an intra-abdominal vascular injury.
A knife wound? From a thin blade, yes.
Damaged his right renal artery.
He'd have bled out pretty quickly.
And that's what killed him?
Either trauma could have.
The knife wound probably be more lethal.
But impossible to tell which was inflicted first.
So, he was hit then stabbed.
Or stabbed then hit. Or both together?
Whack. Stab.
Very balletic.
You can see it's tricky.
Though you've the right idea on angles.
The blow to the head and the depth and direction of the stab
suggest both attacks were delivered from the front, facing the deceased.
And now you're seeing the other problem.
The top blows on the left of his head,
the stab on the bottom right.
One would be delivered by a non-dominant hand.
Or we have an ambidextrous killer.
Or there where two assailants.
You hardly need me here.
But anything else?
Just time of death. I can narrow it down for you,
if you find out when he last had chicken curry.
Well, I can tell you that. It was about 5pm on Saturday.
Then judging by how digested his stomach contents were,
I'm pretty confident he died between 11pm Saturday
and 2am Sunday morning.
Right. Thanks, Paula.
One useful thing, anyway.
OK. So, the postmortem has helped, timeframe-wise.
And we've discovered apart from his head wound, he was also stabbed.
Whilst throwing the curveball, we might have two assailants.
So, we're looking at pairings with motive and opportunity.
Now Kenny, have we confirmed the alibi of the girlfriend, Carrie?
Yeah, the warehouse confirmed she showed up for her shift.
And er, I've started on the camera's covering her house.
Er, we've got her leaving and returning at the times she told us.
Yeah. What about her lad, Tyler?
Er, yeah, got him leaving, too.
I talked to the friend, and he confirmed that Tyler crashed there.
And the fish supplier, Trevor, was at his poker night.
OK, shop workers.
Ant Daleson?
Well, his mother confirms he was home,
until he had to rush off to the hospital for his brother, Finlay.
I confirmed the admission time with the hospital.
Rachel and Ross Simmons are a bit harder.
Rachel picked her boy, Matthew, up, from a friend's around 12.
Ah, well that's hardly enough time to commit a murder
and then scrub the place clean, is it?
Two assailants. Maybe one cleaned up.
Now Ross's car wasn't flagged until the Sunday.
And we still haven't confirmed where he was overnight.
Ma'am? It's the cyber team, about those reviews.
They're all from the same IP address.
So it's likely that they come from the same person.
And they can narrow down the location to around Menton Road, TS5.
That's Rachel Lim's street.
He was rude. I got angry.
So I secretly posted a review.
Scott saw it, was furious.
Thought it looked bad.
So, you wrote more.
Did Pat Helliwell know?
Pat? No.
She didn't put you up to it?
No!
I burnt my bridges with Pat just by leaving.
And what about Scott?
Because if he found out you'd written these...
..you'd have argued.
Fought even? What are you...?
No! Scott had no idea.
So, it was a secret. No-one knew?
Well. I wondered if maybe Ant...
He gave me a funny look when Scott was mouthing off about them once.
But never said anything.
No. It was just me.
So, you just wanted to kick Scott where it hurt.
Well, she admitted she wanted to hurt him.
Yeah, but we already know she picked up her bairn around midnight.
So who was it cleaned up?
Ross? Maybe he didn't have an early night after all.
Why would he want his business partner dead?
Plus, she was the one who discovered him.
Aye, well. That's a double bluff too far.
Especially as she wasn't even meant to be in the shop on a Sunday.
Er, ma'am? I've got something on that domestic CCTV.
We can see who keyed Scott's car.
Who's that... That's Tyler Hawton!
Ah, not so keen on Scott after all, is he?
Er, and there's more, ma'am.
Er, I spotted it while trawling back through the footage.
Er, whizzed through some other dates
and I've got him on several occasions.
A random pedestrian? Er, no.
Not when five minutes later...
He's there for much longer this time.
I've got him on three other days.
That hoodie. Can you zoom in on that?
What's that logo. That's Southwall Football Club.
That's the coach. That's Ollie Keeble!
Something was going on at home, what did you mean by that?
I was worried about Tyler.
He hadn't come to training for a couple of days.
What were you doing there?
I said, I was worried about him.
Aye. There's worrying, but then there's stalking.
Stalking? Well, what would you call it?
It was just... concern.
I wasn't harassing anyone.
Someone said I was?
Well, they might, if they saw this.
What did you think was gonna happen?
Just that Tyler might bring his aggression home.
How was hanging about his house gonna help?
I don't know! I just... I wanted to do something.
Be close. Seeing as Scott didn't care.
Well, maybe Scott's worrying was justified.
And you really do have feelings for Carrie.
No.
I mean...
I just want what's best for her.
Did you talk to Scott?
What do you mean? When?
Last Saturday night at the chip shop?
The night he died!
No. No, Scott was... I'd never...
Look, I was nowhere near there that night! I told you.
I'd matches during the day and drinks in the evening.
Yeah, then you were home alone.
Well, it's clear to me he has feelings for Carrie.
Did his background check give us anything? Nah, no previous.
He was a landscape gardener for years,
but his passion lies in football coaching.
His alibi checks out till he left the pub just after 11.
But no-one to corroborate after that.
OK. Well, we're gonna have to let him go.
We should speak to Tyler about keying Scott's car.
Ah, well, now's a good a time...
Ma'am? The chip shop accounts.
Er, we've been working together to see how they fit
with the deceased's finances.
It's true that Scott was paying staff under the legal minimum.
Well, we should speak to HMRC about that. Yeah.
And while he was squeezing them, he was increasing his own salary.
What? Well, he was probably paying his debts?
Er, well, a big chunk of it went there, yeah.
But there's something else.
Regular payments coming into Scott from another source.
He put's that money into a separate savings pot.
And then uses it for things like servicing his car,
buying clothes, flowers for Sophie.
What is the source of that money?
Another account under Scott's name, with a different bank.
He was hiding his tracks about something.
So, it seems. Er, we've requested access to the second account,
so we can trace where the money originates.
Well done, you two.
Keep at it and let us know, hmm. Ma'am.
We know it was you keyed his motor.
Can show you the footage if you like.
You also slashed his tyre. Right?
But... Scott was...
He was good to you. Wasn't he?
You can stop defending him now, Mum. Defending?
He was cheating, remember?
Oh, is that why you did it?
No. I didn't know. I told you.
Why, then?
I overheard him talking about me.
What? No. To me?
Saying what?
That she was a bad mum.
Cos she were never there, always working.
And that he was getting fed up of playing stepdad
to a needy, whiny child.
He said that? He was upset.
I said don't defend him!
I'm not! Because it's true!
I haven't been around, have I?
So, is there anything else we should know?
Right. I didn't know he was cheating.
But I did see him arguing with someone.
When was this? Saturday evening.
Thought it was mum at first, but it wasn't.
Whoever it was, she was really yelling at him.
And where was this?
In town. Not far from the chippie.
This woman that Tyler saw Scott with...
You think it could be Sophie Jenson?
What, his bit on the side?
Nah, Tyler said he thought it was his mam at first.
But Sophie's blonde, fancy clothes, nothing like her.
Plus, she said she'd never been to the chippie and
I'm inclined to believe her.
So, who was it, then? Another lover?
I don't know where he finds the time.
Kenny. We need to trawl through that street CCTV again, near the chippie.
Saturday, post 5:30.
We're looking for Scott arguing with a woman. Ah, right, ma'am.
Got a couple of things on Ross Simmons, ma'am.
He emailed Scott a few weeks back.
Suggesting that they dissolve their partnership.
Ross said they had a good working relationship.
Did Scott reply? Yeah. It was pretty curt.
They agreed to, er, dissolving their partnership.
But it meant that Ross would have to walk away from the shop.
What, give him the family business?
Yeah. Oh, and the other thing.
Er, Ross's trip down south on Sunday.
Yeah, what?
Well, the contact confirms the meeting.
But he thought that Ross was going on to another meeting in London.
But he didn't know who it was.
He didn't mention that, did he?
No. So, we're back to Ross.
We're gonna need another chat.
'Ma'am, I've spoken with Scott's insolvency practitioner,
'and he was the owner of a catering company.
'But his mismanagement led to it going bust.
'Left Scott on the hook with a load of debt.'
And where's this company located?
'Er, South London.'
'Croydon.' Croydon?
That's where Ross Simmonds was pulled over by the police, isn't it?
'Yes, ma'am.' Right. Thanks, Mark.
Ma'am.
So, Ross was digging into Scott's past?
Aye, it sounds like it.
Joe Ashworth.
OK, and is... is that...?
Yeah. No, er, I understand.
Thank you for letting me know.
That your dad? Yeah. Er...
The hospice. He's lost consciousness.
Do you wanna go there?
No. Right.
Where you going? I thought we were going to see Ross?
Well, he can wait.
Why don't you go and see your dad.
He won't even know I'm there.
Fine. Say he doesn't know.
But you will.
There's the dementia.
Besides to the fact he's drugged to the eyeballs
for this infection he's got.
None of this was unexpected.
Look, all I'm saying, is that when it was my dad...
..I was glad I took the chance.
I came home... because I thought it might bring us closer...
But the dementia had taken him away by then.
And I worry about me and my lad and...
It's easier with the girls.
They have their spats. But they're close.
They are sisters together.
You and your lad'll be fine.
But you'll never forgive yourself if you don't say goodbye to your dad.
Honestly... I think I'm more use here.
Let's go and see Ross, eh.
OK, come on.
Sermon over.
Look, I am really sorry...
Sorry. Come on...
What do you mean? Mr Daleson? What's happened?
It's Ross.
He's saying we won't open again. What? Never? Never!
Well, maybe you can help us.
What about?
Did you know, it was Rachel who posted those rotten reviews
about the chip shop? I guessed.
Saw how she looked when Scott was shouting about 'em.
But he didn't know? Scott? No.
Rachel would have been out the door if he had.
How are Carrie? And Tyler?
Well, they're in shock.
So, you know them, then?
Sort of.
I don't think Scott was kind to them, either.
Carrie was in the shop once when I took Finn to hospital.
Even offered us a lift.
Scott was tutting about me going and Carrie told him to give over.
Was lovely about it.
How is your brother?
Oh. Er, discharged from hospital today, hopefully.
Right, you go be with your family, love. Thanks.
Not open today?
Can't see us coming back from a murder on the premises.
Now, you told us you had a good working relationship with Scott,
didn't yer? Well. Yeah. Mostly.
But you wanted to dissolve the partnership. We've seen your email.
And you met someone else in London, last Sunday.
Now, what was that meeting about?
I met with his old partner. In South London.
Told us how badly Scott mismanaged their business.
Now why keep that meeting a secret?
Because it showed how stupid I was!
I should've checked out Scott at the start.
But he swaggered round like some big success.
Told us his previous business issues weren't his fault.
I was a mug.
Got into a partnership. Got trapped.
Lost everything my parents built.
You buy that? Ah.
I mean, would he really investigate his partner's business dealings
in London, after he's killed him?
Maybe we need someone else's insight.
Pat Helliwell?
Aye, she's known the family for years. Come on.
Oh, aye. What now? Erm...
We just wanted to ask you about Ross Simmons, love.
Ross? What about him?
Well, how do you feel about him coming back to take over
the family's business? I were pleased.
Would you not have preferred your rival shop to just disappear?
Well, there's always been room for two of us before.
That's why I was so disgusted by Scott.
Mmm.
Do you think he was involved
in those dirty tricks you told us about?
Well, not unless the apple fell very far from the tree.
No, his folks, they were good people.
And I knew Ross from a bairn, you know.
I weren't too sure about him trying to reinvent their shop, though.
Would yer?
Oh.
Not a fan of gentrification, then? No.
Rachel Lim, she worked for you?
Yeah, till Scott pinched her.
Any concern about her honesty?
Rachel? No. Good worker.
Bad judgement, trusting Scott Rhodes, though.
Did she ask for her old job back?
Well, I'd already filled t'position, you know.
So, are these the bins you say Scott was overfilling?
A bit late to go after him for it now, in't it.
This your lock-up? Yeah.
I see there's no padlock. Is it always open?
Well, there's nothing valuable inside.
And did Scott ever dump stuff in here,
as well as the bins? Well, how the hell do I know?
I mean, I don't go in there every five minutes.
Joe.
Look. What is going on?
What is all this stuff?
It's rubbish. It's from my refit.
Ah, was a month ago, wasn't it?
Yeah.
Look, I need to arrange a collection.
I just thought that the scrappers
might want to scavenge some of the metal first.
Mmm. Anyone else use this lock-up?
No.
Boss?
Is this yours?
We also found a dented chip pan in your lock-up.
Now, we're awaiting forensic confirmation.
But we believe both these weapons were used to kill Scott Rhodes.
And you're saying, you think I put 'em there?
That I had something to do with his death? Well, didn't you?
You said you were disgusted with Scott.
Right, does anything link them to me?
Besides where they were found?
Look, do you really think if I had hurt him, if I had,
then that I would leave
the smoking gun right outside my own shop?
OK. Then, who else do you think might've put them there?
Could be anyone!
I mean, you saw yourselves, that area is not exactly secure.
That's how Scott managed to use me bins.
He was hardly hiding his own murder weapons, was he?
Anything on them? Both were cleaned thoroughly.
But we found residual traces of blood in the knife blade housing,
inside the handle. Enough for a decent sample?
Enough to confirm a match with our deceased. Or not.
I'll let you know when we do.
But if you're hoping for additional DNA, to point to a perpetrator...
What? Nothing at all?
We might need something trickier to scrub clean.
Ma'am. I'm struggling here trying to find Scott having
this argument with a mystery woman on Saturday.
What, there's nothing?
Well, the CCTV coverage isn't great.
Ah. So we still don't know who this woman is? No.
I've got something, on Scott's accounts, ma'am.
Those payments to him?
So? Where was the cash coming from?
He was passing it through the other bank account.
But originally it came from a personal account
in the name of Heidi Stokes.
So, who's she?
What's her connection to Scott?
Well, her main connection isn't with Scott, ma'am.
It's with Carrie. Heidi Stokes is Carrie's grandmother.
And when did a grandmother come out of the woodwork?
I had to dig a bit.
Er, so Carrie's parents died in a car crash, years back.
And we knew she had a sister in Bristol.
But what we didn't know,
is that Heidi is Carrie's paternal grandmother.
She implied she never saw family.
Yeah, never mind what Carrie implied.
I'm more worried about what Scott said.
Scott? Yeah. To Sophie Jenson.
That lass he got up the duff.
She rattled off a list of people Scott said he cared about.
And said he visited an old woman.
And you think that was...?
We need an immediate welfare check on this Heidi Stokes.
I'm not waiting till we hear what uniform finds.
Steph, pass us that address.
Hey, Joe! Joe! I'll drive.
We should speak to the first responders.
And we'll need the neighbours talked to, as well. Joe!
Joe, wait.
We had to force entry, ma'am.
It's not looking good.
Nice and gentle.
So, Scott was visiting her because he cared, was he?
Uniform had to force entry.
Paramedics said she was barely conscious.
Confused.
Dehydrated.
They're getting some fluids into her, now.
So she's covered in bed sores.
Likely from months of lying in here.
Do you need a minute?
Scott was taking her money, wasn't he?
He got Heidi Stokes' details and arranged the transfers
from her bank account into his.
All the while leaving her in this state.
And who else knew? Carrie? Well, we'll find out.
How could she not have?
Aye, you're right.
Come on. Let's bring her in.
Arresting me on suspicion of what? Elder abuse.
Come on, love. We'll talk about it at the station.
Take care of the lad. Yes, ma'am.
Come on, keep going.
Mum? What's going on? I don't know.
Now, come on. Come on. Leave her alone!
Station. Right now.
Wait. You can't just take her!
No! You can't take her!
Step back! Now!
Get off me! DI Ashworth!
What do you think you're doing? Leave me alone!
Mum!
Get off.
Calm down. You need to calm down.
Just tell me what's happening.
Just gonna ask your mam a few questions. OK?
I'm sorry. That was unprofessional.
Well, I should hate to step out of line round your house.
It was just seeing that woman, in that helpless state.
And knowing what me dad's been through
You know, if someone had...
Maybe you were right, about me working.
Well, maybe you should step aside, Joe. We can manage.
All right, if you'll excuse me, ma'am.
Ma'am. Carrie's being processed.
She's ready to be interviewed. Ah, right.
OK. Is there anything else I need to know?
Er, uniform spoke to one of the gran's neighbours,
who identified Scott's photo.
Confirmed that he went in and out. Always seemed pleasant.
And also, she said there was a woman hanging about on Saturday
and she rung Heidi's doorbell several times.
Did you get a description?
Mid-30s. Brunette, ma'am.
Could that be Carrie? Er, we could check.
Do a virtual line-up with the neighbour?
That's a good idea.
And did this brunette enter the house?
Er, the neighbour says not.
So if it was Carrie, she couldn't get in?
Er, maybe Scott controlled access?
Er, one more thing, ma'am.
The neighbour said that Scott himself showed up at midday.
And the woman was still there. And they argued.
Maybe Carrie hadn't known what Scott was up to,
and found out somehow?
Would give her a motive to hurt him.
Well, let's see what she says.
Now DI Ashworth has been called away on a personal matter.
Steph. Do you want to join?
Yeah. Yeah. Of course.
We don't have any photos of your gran herself as yet.
But perhaps you can imagine an emaciated, vulnerable old woman.
The state she was in.
And we have evidence he was helping her set up internet banking.
DC Duncan.
Relevant paperwork collected from her house.
Scott visited the bank's website from his work laptop.
He was syphoning off her cash, love.
Set up regular payments to himself.
Used it to buy fancy clothes!
I didn't know he was doing that.
Ah, but you knew he was visiting your gran?
Why weren't you doing that?
You never even mentioned you had a gran.
Cos I haven't seen her in years.
When I got pregnant, Gran disapproved.
Even after Mam and Dad died and I was on my own.
My sister'd run off.
Scared to end up like me.
I was left working crappy jobs.
No support. No money for childcare.
And Gran still didn't wanna know.
It must have been you who put her and Scott in touch.
She had a stroke earlier this year. Minor one.
The hospital called me.
And they told her she was gonna need home care, hmm? Yeah.
My sister hadn't been around for years.
Scott saw I was torn.
Said he could help. Check in on her.
Sort a cleaner. Meals on wheels.
I started to think maybe I could visit her...
Oh, so why didn't you, love?
Scott said Gran didn't want me there.
Was still bad-mouthing me, even when she was weak.
Scott's been dead five days, love.
Did you not think to check in on her?
I've been trying to get my head straight. Be there for Tyler.
Besides, he told me all the support was set up.
If I had known he was taking her money...!
You'd have what, love?
Did you think he was nicking your inheritance, is that it?
What? Hmm. No!
Did that make you angry?
Look, I didn't know he was in debt!
I didn't know he was cheating!
He took me for an idiot!
We have a witness can place a dark-haired mid-30s woman
at Heidi's house on Saturday.
Well, it wasn't me.
I haven't been there since my parents died.
So, do we keep hold of her? What?
Well, of course we do!
Maybe someone else found out
that Scott was mistreating Heidi and helped Carrie to punish him.
Well, Paula did say there were possibly two assailants.
Yeah, well, Ollie Keeble? Tyler?
Ollie AND Tyler?
Look, I want everyone's alibis going over.
We can access Carrie's phone, too.
Kenny, did Mark set up that virtual ID yet, with Heidi's neighbour?
Mark's gone down himself, ma'am.
Er, the hospital rang, ma'am. Heidi's awake.
Well, maybe she can tell us herself, if Carrie was there.
Ah, no. This is best one-to-one, Steph.
You get on with Carrie's phone.
That's Scott. He visits. Helps me.
I haven't seen him for a few days.
Haven't I? Oh, no, you won't have done, love.
So, how'd you meet him?
Scott? Oh. My granddaughter.
Last time I was here.
In hospital. A stroke.
And he helps you, does he?
I was suspicious at first.
But he was so polite.
And helped me organise all kinds of things.
And did Carrie never visit?
Carrie?
Aye, your granddaughter.
Aye. Little Carrie.
I really wanted to see her.
Scott told me she wouldn't come.
You're with the police? Aye. That's right, love.
And where's Scott?
Has something happened?
Now, I just want to know if Carrie came to visit you, pet.
Carrie? Aye.
Your granddaughter. Granddaughter.
Oh. I saw her.
And when was that, love?
When? Mmm.
Must've been... I...
I saw her through the window.
Paula. You've found something?
We've found some cleaning cloths among the general waste
with blood on them. Results aren't back,
but hopefully we can confirm the blood on the clothes
and the knife is Scott Rhodes.
Oh, tell me there's something else? Other DNA?
It's possible.
Er, if we find any, I'll obviously try and match it.
How was Heidi, ma'am?
Well, she suggested Carrie had been outside the house.
But I doubt her testimony would stand up in court.
Mark! Did you see Heidi's neighbour? Er, yeah.
She didn't pick Carrie's photo, ma'am.
Said that she couldn't be sure.
But seeing as you needed alibis double checking,
I called in on the warehouse that Carrie works at
and spoke to the manager.
Now they confirmed that she started her shift on time,
but that she left early because of a family matter.
Did she? How early?
Missed the last few hours.
So, 12:30, maybe?
Erm, said she was picked up in a car by someone.
Manager reckoned it was a woman.
I've requested the car park CCTV.
Hang on, Tyler told us he saw a woman arguing with Scott.
And he thought it was his mam, at first.
Now could that be the woman outside Heidi's house?
She's just told me that she saw her granddaughter through the window.
But Carrie has a sister, doesn't she?
Crystal Hawton.
And now you're telling me a woman picks her up from work
in the middle of the night.
We need to find this sister.
And my guess is she's not in Bristol. Get onto it.
Ma'am.
Are you still here?
Nice. Er, that was the hospital, ma'am.
Heidi's got a visitor.
And we know it's not Carrie.
Cos she's banged up here!
'Transactions confirm Sunderland.' OK.
Yeah, thanks, Mark. What?
Crystal Hawton's bank card's been used in Sunderland.
Now we think she's travelled from Bristol last Friday.
Yeah, day before Scott was killed.
Yeah, and er, she rented a short-stay accommodation.
Right. Get Steph to pull a photo of Crystal from anywhere.
Get it circulated,
and I want uniform at the hospital to meet us! Yes, ma'am.
Why the curtains drawn?
Er, Heidi Stokes, love. Is she OK? Yeah, she's fine.
Does she have a visitor?
Yeah, she has had a visitor.
You should be with your dad.
He's comfortable. There's nothing more I can do there.
At least I can be useful here.
You're no used to me, Joe. Not in the mood you're in.
You see me struggling, I'll go.
It's definitely Crystal, ma'am!
Er, the nurse has just identified the photo that Steph sent.
She said she's only just left.
Well, she could still be in the building.
Check this floor first.
Then main reception and alert hospital security. Ma'am.
Joe.
Is that her?
Crystal?
Hey! Wait!
She's heading for the car park. After her!
Sorry. Police.
Dropped these? You're coming with me, Crystal.
Ma'am. Carrie's call logs.
And what's this number? Crystal's.
Rang Carrie several times last Saturday.
We also found several demands
from credit card providers inside her car.
Well, maybe she needed money. Maybe that's why she came home?
There's also bruising to her wrist and neck.
Bruising? It's fading, but still visible.
She's refusing a medical examination.
Are they left or right-handed?
Carrie left, Crystal right.
Spotted when they were being booked in.
Mark? Ma'am.
You stayed away for years, didn't you, Crystal?
Determined not to end up like your sister? Pregnant.
And stuck in dead-end jobs. And you didn't.
You had a very different life.
Till it went wrong.
Crystal needed money, didn't she? So, she comes home.
Goes to see your gran.
Maybe hoping for a hand-out.
Now it was Crystal the neighbour saw, outside the house, not you.
And phone records confirm that she then called you.
Did she say she was worried about what she'd seen
through Heidi's windows? No comment.
We know that Carrie rang Scott.
And he turned up at Heidi's.
You confronted him. Right? Argued.
We've a witness to another argument.
Later on that day in town.
Was there a third one, Crystal?
Did you meet Scott that night?
Maybe he asked to at the chip shop, after it closed?
No comment.
It's no good pretending any more, love!
Crystal's car was caught on CCTV picking you up, from work.
And then you both went to that chip shop together, didn't you?
No comment.
What about the bruises on your neck?
Did a discussion with Scott get a bit out of hand?
Turn into a fight?
No comment.
They've agreed not to talk. Course they have!
There's plenty of circumstantial evidence to say
that they went to the chip shop,
but nothing definitive, to put them there.
So, let's find something. Track their movements.
ANPR on Crystal's car.
Cell site data and GPS from both their phones.
In the meantime, let's go harass a pathologist.
Do you know how many strings I pulled to get
these results fast tracked?
The blood on the cloths is confirmed as Scott Rhodes'.
And yes, we did manage to recover additional DNA.
Before you get excited, it's not a match for Carrie
or Crystal Hawton's sample.
So what can you tell us from this DNA?
It's a man's.
Carrie and her sister were there.
I'd lend money on it.
Crystal was onto Scott.
She picks up Carrie at gone midnight.
And now we're told there was a fella there, too. Unknown to us?
Well, I think we have to assume we do know him.
But who?
I mean, it wasn't that fisherman fella.
His late-night poker game checked out.
Well, we can forget about Ross Simmons.
And we can let Ollie Keeble go back to his football,
cos neither of their DNA samples matched.
And Tyler would be a familial match to his mam, and Crystal.
Not that I can imagine a teenager getting the kitchen that clean.
What?
How could...
Listen, whoever cleaned that kitchen.... was diligent.
Fastidious.
And familiar with the place...
Ant Daleson, he left the shop just after closing.
His mum confirmed he was at home.
He was there when his brother was rushed to hospital.
Joe, who made the 999 call? His mam.
Did he go in the ambulance?
I don't know, but I mean...
It would explain the job not being finished.
Get Mark to check with the attending paramedics.
Did they actually see him in the family home?
And if they didn't,
get them to find out how and when he did get to the hospital!
Hi. Sorry, love.
We need to have a little chat.
So, what's this about, then?
Cleaning cloths, love.
Found in Pat Helliwell's bins.
The ones used to scrub Scott's blood from the chip shop kitchen.
And we believe your DNA is on them.
Cos you were there when it happened, weren't yer?
With Carrie and Crystal Hawton.
All three of you.
I went home after work.
Well, according to the paramedics who attended for your brother,
only your mam was at home with Finlay.
We've seen your phone logs.
We know that your mam called you
just after she called for an ambulance.
Now, why would she do that?
Call you, if you were already in the house with her?
Well, I... I must've been.
You were still at work, love.
Still at Simmons Chip Shop.
And you took a taxi to the hospital.
See, it didn't make sense to me,
why someone would do all that cleaning up
and then leave his body behind.
Didn't even dispose of those cloths very well.
Not to mention the chip pan. Or the knife.
But it was because of your brother, wasn't it?
You needed to get to the hospital for Finley. And your mam.
Just finished cleaning up when she rang.
Scared.
Wondering where I was.
I asked mam to lie about when I came home.
So you hid the body out of sight,
planning to come back the next day to deal with it?
But Rachel Lim ruined that plan.
I'm sorry she had to see that. Scott.
He only cared about himself, really.
Didn't he? Not the shop.
Or Carrie. Tyler.
Tyler would come in sometimes.
Reminded me of our Finn.
I'd slip him a fish supper.
So, what happened that evening, love?
Scott were rude to Rachel.
Ruder than usual.
I got upset. Left early and I just... walked round.
Over an hour. Trying to calm down.
But then you went back to the shop? Yeah.
I were hoping Ross was still there.
Wanted to say summat.
But Ross had gone and so had Rachel.
And there was Scott.
He were attacking a woman.
And that ain't right.
And then what?
I got involved. And... killed him.
How?
What? Well, how'd you kill him?
I shouted.
And Scott went for me.
So I... I grabbed something.
Hit him.
And that was it?
No. I...
I snatched a knife from the side, too.
And I stabbed him.
YOU did? Yeah.
And afterwards, Crystal told me why Scott went for her.
And how they knew what he'd done to their gran.
That blow to the head would've been enough to stop him.
Why'd you stab him as well? I was... angry.
Now, you remember the first day we met, love?
You made us tea, in that lovely pot.
What? What? Yeah. Yeah, what?
Well, when you poured the tea... you used your right hand, love.
It was Carrie, wasn't it, who stabbed him?
She took the knife in her left hand
and stabbed him in his right side.
Now, you listen to me, love.
You stumbled into that fight.
You just wanted to talk to Ross.
No idea Scott was still there.
You certainly, had no intention of killing him.
Now, if you take full blame for this,
you're looking at 15 years inside, pet, minimum.
I killed him.
I'll take the full blame.
No, don't do this, love, just don't do it!
I did it!
I see.
No. No.
Thanks.
He's taking it all on himself to protect Carrie,
cos she was nicer to him than Scott ever was!
And Tyler. Knew they'd be separated.
Well, he's gonna be separated from his brother!
Him and his mam!
What's up?
Er, that was Celine on the phone.
Calling from the hospice.
They tried calling earlier. To tell us I should...
Doesn't matter now, though. It's too late.
He's gone.
Hey, Joe, I...
'There's no point in still keeping quiet, pet.'
It all fits.
We've got ANPR flags on Crystal's car.
Heading towards the chip shop and then back again within the hour.
Plus we've got GPS data on your phone,
which confirms everything that Ant Daleson told us.
What... What'd he tell you?
That he'd killed Scott.
That he was planning on taking the full blame.
But it was you who stabbed him? Wasn't it?
Oh, I can understand you being angry with Scott.
After everything he'd done.
And I don't believe you intended to kill him.
Things just got out of hand, isn't that what happened?
And I know you're not gonna let that sweet fella
take the full rap.
Nah.
It happened so fast.
Scott went for Crystal.
Then Ant.
I don't even remember grabbing the knife.
So, he hit him, and you stabbed him.
Yeah, I did.
Well, I need to hear you say it, pet.
I stabbed Scott.
I just... I had to stop him.
Well, I'm sorry, to tell you Carrie.
You will be charged with the murder of Scott Rhodes.
Room for one more?
Call it a thank you. Oh.
For what?
Getting you back on the team?
Giving you advice you ignore?
So, you got a confession from Carrie, then?
Justice was done.
I suppose you could say that. Erm...
We got the ANPR, and GPS evidence to place her there.
Plus, we had a chat, I told her what Ant was planning
and gave her a little perspective.
What a mess. Aye.
So that least now you can concentrate on your family.
Funeral arrangements sorted?
Aye. Tuesday. 2pm. St Mary's.
Up in Palmersville.
Aye. I know it.
Mmm.
You're ambitious, Joe.
And you take your work seriously.
And you'll go far.
I've always known it.
But career, money, and all the other things people chase after.
They're not what people remember in the end?
No, they're not? No.
No, it's people.
Your people.
You know, you don't have to be the strong silent type as a dad.
Is that why you stay up here?
You wanna make a connection to your dad?
We were on different paths.
But I'm glad we ended up in the same space.
Ah, well. It makes it easier to keep people at a distance
No, I have my people, Joe.
Not living with me, thank God.
And no family any more.
But colleagues. Here's to that, eh?
To colleagues. And to fathers lost.
Aye. To colleagues.
And to fathers still with us.
That's a lovely drop. You can come again.
I'm glad you liked that.