Yeah, police.
Delivery driver?
Yep. Benjamin Akintunde.
He was wearing a lanyard with a photo I.D. attached.
Okay.
Cause of death?
Blunt-force trauma, back of the head.
SOCOs reckon he was hit over the back of the head
and then pushed under the van.
Oof. Thank you.
So, it looks like he was trying to change a tire.
Yet we can't find any sign of the tire iron.
SOCOs reckon it may have been used as the murder weapon.
But what we do have is a nice clear fingermark
in the victim's blood.
Okay, so what are we thinking, robbery gone wrong?
I'm not sure.
He's still got his keys, wallet, and his phone.
All we got to do now is unlock it.
[ Siren wails in distance ]
The witness noticed the van last night before she went to bed,
and when it was still there this morning,
she decided to take a look.
What time did she go to bed?
Just before midnight.
That's late to be out delivering parcels.
Control have spoken to our victim's employers,
who've provided us with the name and address of the next of kin,
Mrs. Marilyn Akintunde.
Okay, Rob, if you can pay the delivery company a visit
and see why he was out delivering parcels so late.
And Billie and I will do the death knock.
Right.
Have you seen the detective inspector this morning?
Not yet.
Don't worry.
Have you ever had a complaint made against you?
A few.
None of them were upheld.
Just like this won't be.
Don't think the detective inspector would agree.
It's David's job to make sure the complaint is --
is properly investigated.
That's all.
I'll -- I'll talk to him.
Get him to reassure you that he's on your side.
Thanks.
[ Knock on door ]
Yeah?
I'm Detective Constable Billie Fitzgerald.
This is Detective Sergeant Vivienne Cole.
Is Mrs. Akintunde home?
Uh, yeah, she's asleep.
She was out last night.
And you are?
Her son, Stephen.
We really need to speak to your mum.
Yeah, sure. You'd better come in.
If you just wait in there, I'll wake her up.
Mum.
Mum, wake up.
The police are downstairs.
What have you done now?
Mrs. Akintunde --
Marilyn.
Please.
It's about your husband, Benjamin.
What about him?
I'm very sorry to tell you both that Benjamin is dead.
[ Breathes shakily ]
I'm so sorry.
Are you a police officer?
ROB: I'm Detective Constable Rob Brady.
What's happened to Benjamin?
One of your colleagues rang asking for a next of kin.
And you are?
Lola Smith. This is my company.
Then I'm very sorry to inform you that Benjamin's dead.
No.
How did he die?
He's been murdered.
[ Stephen crying ]
Poor Benjamin.
He was a lovely man.
A really lovely man.
I have to ask, Mrs. Akintunde, where were you last night?
I went out for a few drinks.
VIVIENNE: Okay, where did you go?
Uh, Swan and Sixpence.
Who with?
On my own.
I wasn't drinking on my own.
I've been going to The Swan for years.
Everyone knows me.
And what time did you get back?
MARILYN: I'm not sure.
Um, what time was it, Stephen?
About half 11:00.
And what did you do yesterday evening?
I was -- I was here.
I was revising for my exams.
Weren't you worried when Benjamin didn't come home?
Dad doesn't live here --
Benjamin got himself a flat a couple of months ago.
We had a bit of a falling-out. It was getting sorted.
Benjamin made all of his deliveries yesterday.
How come he was out so late?
We deliver until 11:00 p.m.
ROB: Have you got any way of tracking the route that he took?
Yeah, we should do.
Um, I'll need to speak to our I.T. guy.
ROB: When did you last see him?
Uh, about 6:00 p.m. yesterday evening.
What, here?
LOLA: Yeah. I was on my way out,
and Benjamin was getting ready to do his rounds.
Has Benjamin worked here for long?
I started this business 20 years ago.
Drove the first van myself.
Benjamin was driver number two.
He also ended up marrying my big sister.
I went 'round to Benjamin Akintunde's flat.
I don't reckon he's been living there.
-VIVIENNE: How come? -No personal possessions.
No clothes. Not even a toothbrush.
So where was he living?
I rang his boss. She couldn't tell me.
-Um, have you seen David? -No.
He missed a meeting with the deputy assistant commissioner
first thing, and he's not answering his phone.
We should be doing a witness appeal.
Why don't you do it if the detective inspector's gone AWOL?
Yeah, I might have to.
Well, David had better turn up soon.
The DAC is furious.
Hey.
I've brought you some painkillers.
By the look of you, you're gonna need them.
Benjamin Akintunde was a loving husband and father.
This morning he was found fatally assaulted
whilst doing his job as a delivery driver.
We're appealing to members of the public
to assist in our investigation.
If -- If you saw anything, anything at all,
please call the number on the screen.
Thank you.
BILLIE: Benjamin Akintunde, 42 years old,
married Marilyn in 2002.
Their son, Stephen, was born a couple of years later.
Benjamin was a part-time musician
and a full-time delivery driver.
What did he play?
Trumpet.
Going by social media, he was pretty good.
-VIVIENNE: Any convictions? -Benjamin was squeaky clean.
But the police were called to the marital home
-a few weeks ago. -Why?
BILLIE: Benjamin and Marilyn were fighting.
The officers calmed things down and left.
Interesting.
BILLIE: What's even more interesting
is why the neighbors called 999 in the first place.
They were worried for Benjamin's safety.
-And not Marilyn's? -[ Cellphone buzzing ]
No.
ROB: How many weeks ago was this?
Eight. Excuse me.
Detective Constable Fitzgerald.
Eight weeks ago is when Benjamin moved out.
Did Marilyn strike you as the violent type?
She struck me as a drunk. She stank of booze this morning.
Still no sign of the detective inspector?
Nope.
BILLIE: That was the landlord from The Swan.
Marilyn Akintunde wasthere last night like she said.
What Marilyn didn't tell us was so was Benjamin.
Apparently they had a fight.
The landlord had to ask them to leave.
-What time was that? -BILLIE: About half 11:00.
Uh, when you say fight?
The landlord said Marilyn was going crazy.
She threatened Benjamin.
Said she was going to kill him.
[ Knock on door ]
[ Washing machine whirring ]
Hello, Stephen.
Hello again.
We need another word with your mum.
Um, yeah, come in.
You told us you were in The Swan and Sixpence last night.
-That's right. -Just chatting to the regulars?
Yeah.
We have witnesses saying that you were with Benjamin.
Was he there?
I get these blackouts.
When did you last see your dad?
Yesterday after college.
He called around.
Why?
I texted him.
Said I needed to talk.
What about?
Moving into his place.
He said he'd think about it.
And why would you want to move?
I'm 18.
I need my own space.
Stephen, can you tell me what happened
the night your neighbors called the police?
It was about two months ago.
Nothing.
Just shouting.
The people next door, they overreacted.
VIVIENNE: Your neighbors told our officers
that they were concerned for Benjamin's safety.
It was the night he told me he was moving out.
After 20 years of marriage.
I was shouting at him. Of course I was.
Why did he decide to go?
MARILYN: Well, isn't it obvious?
I drink too much.
Lose my temper.
And that night, did you lose your temper then?
I didn't mean to do it.
I lashed out at him, cut his face.
The landlord at The Swan said you were threatening
to kill Benjamin last night.
Marilyn, did you kill your husband?
I honestly don't know.
Marilyn Akintunde, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the murder of your husband,
Benjamin Akintunde.
She claims she can't remember what she did last night.
-Do you believe her? -[ Sighs ] Maybe.
You know, years ago, I locked up a guy for killing his wife
who couldn't remember doing it.
Still can't.
I also asked Marilyn for the clothes that she was wearing.
She can't find them.
I think I've got a good idea where they might be.
[ Washing machine whirring ]
If your mother thinks she's washed out any blood evidence,
she's got another thing coming.
She didn't put the wash on. I did.
This is Wayne.
-Hello, Wayne. -Hello.
Have you got Benjamin on CCTV?
Uh, yes, I do.
Uh, this is Benjamin arriving here
at 5:48 yesterday afternoon.
Have you got CCTV of him leaving?
Uh, yes, just after 6:00.
He loads up his van, heads out on his round.
And doesn't come back?
WAYNE: No.
Do you track the van's movements?
Uh, yes.
Uh, Benjamin's route yesterday evening...
[ Keys clack ]
...matched up with his list of deliveries
and the addresses.
So, he was busy out delivering parcels until?
Uh, about half past 10:00.
What does he do then?
WAYNE: Well, I'd expect him to drive back here.
But he doesn't.
Instead, the van just sits on McFarland Road
for nearly an hour.
McFarland Road, isn't that where The Swan and Sixpence is?
-It is, yes. -My sister's local.
WAYNE: The van just sits outside.
And Benjamin was there until when?
Uh, about half past 11:00.
Then he drives around for a bit,
ends up near Felsham Court just before midnight.
Where he was murdered.
I'm -- I'm sorry.
ROB: It's alright. I'll go.
I just can't get my head around it.
You know he used to be a musician?
I heard.
He was good.
Soulful.
Since Benjamin moved out of the marital home,
was he seeing someone new?
If he was, he didn't talk to me about it.
Tell me about his relationship with your sister.
Marilyn has a serious drink problem.
And Benjamin tried to help her over and over,
but she wouldn't help herself.
Have you spoken to her this morning?
I've left messages, and she hasn't rung back.
Maybe I should call 'round.
ROB: There's no point.
I need to tell you that Marilyn's been arrested.
For killing Benjamin?
ROB: Yeah.
You don't seriously think she did that, do you?
We're keeping an open mind.
The fingermark that was found at the scene,
it's not a match for our victim's.
It's also not a match for Marilyn or Stephen Akintunde.
Well, it doesn't mean that we can rule them out completely.
And there's no absolute guarantee
that the fingermark was made by the killer.
Whoever it does belongs to, they don't have a criminal record.
There's no match on the system.
VIVIENNE: Hmm.
No sign of the detective inspector?
Not yet.
Have you tried ringing his wife?
No. He doesn't live with her anymore.
So, where's he living?
Not got a clue.
How come you're not at work?
Day's leave. I did tell you.
Have you rung in?
Not yet.
Why don't I do that for you?
Give them something to gossip about.
That is just what I don'tneed.
The tech team have got into Benjamin Akintunde's phone data.
-Anything interesting? -Very.
"Ben mate, Maz in bar off her face.
Can u take her home?"
-Who sent that? -Tracey Fallow.
One of the barmaids at The Swan.
That's why Benjamin went to the pub.
Okay, so he goes to the pub, him and Marilyn have a fight,
they leave together, like they have a hundred times before.
What's Marilyn's motivation for killing him last night?
Maybe she found out Benjamin was in a relationship.
-With her sister? -How did you know?
I didn't. But I had my suspicions.
They were definitely in the "new love" stage.
Lots of soppy texts.
-Were they living together? -BILLIE: Looks like it.
Plenty of talk about what to cook for dinner.
I asked Lola Smith if Benjamin had been seeing someone new.
She looked me in the eye and lied her face off.
Benjamin saved this to the cloud at 4:43 yesterday afternoon.
ROB: That looks like the inside of the parcel depot.
VIVIENNE: So, what's so special about those trainers?
I don't know. But I do know one thing.
Those trainers are identical
to the pair Stephen Akintunde was wearing this morning.
Ah.
What can you tell me about the trainers
Stephen was wearing today?
I didn't buy them.
Stephen gets his own stuff these days.
What's so important about his trainers?
It's our job to ask the questions.
When you saw Benjamin last night,
did he tell you that he was in a new relationship?
No. He didn't tell me.
He didn't have to. I worked it out.
It was written all over his face.
[ Scoffs ]
I forced him to tell me who she was.
[ Chuckles ] What I wasn't expecting him to say
was that he was in love...
...with my sister.
Is that when it all kicked off between you and Benjamin?
Yeah. I went mad.
The landlord threw us out.
VIVIENNE: And then what happened?
I don't -- I can't remember!
[ Sighs ]
I wish I could! But I still can't remember.
Right, chase up forensics on Marilyn's clothes and beddings.
We're wasting time asking her questions.
-Okay. -Lola Smith just called.
Stephen Akintunde's outside her depot.
He's drunk, and he's threatening to trash her car.
She needs to pay for what she's done!
Your dad wouldn't have wanted this.
STEPHEN: You shut up about my dad!
What's this about, Stephen?
Stay away, copper!
Stay away!
Lola's your aunt, right?
Yeah! She's my mum's sister!
She needed to stay away from my dad.
If you put the bat down, we can talk about this.
Stop telling me what to do!
Stephen, we need you to come with us.
Stop right where you are!
Alright now.
It's all right.
Stephen.
I'm detaining you for the purposes of searching you.
[ Hand cuffs click ]
Come here.
Come on, sit down.
I want your trainers.
Is this a joke?
Do I look like I'm joking?
STEPHEN: Fine, take them. They're crap any way.
What's that?
Oh, come on.
I've never seen that before in my life.
Stephen Akintunde, I'm arresting you on suspicion of
the possession of a controlled drug and affray.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention when questioned,
something which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Do you understand?
Let's go then. Come on.
Come on.
Why didn't you tell me you were seeing Benjamin?
I was trying to protect Marilyn's feelings.
It's bad enough that her husband is dead.
You're gonna need to start telling us the truth.
I'm sorry.
How long were you together?
A couple of months.
I'd loved him for years.
But nothing happened while he was still with Marilyn.
I'm gonna need a full download of your server.
And all of your CCTV from the past 24 hours.
I'll speak to Wayne.
And we need to search these premises.
Have you got a warrant?
Do I need to get one?
Why don't you tell me what you're looking for?
If I were you, I'd pray we don't find it.
Who else has got access to this key?
Well, the keys are hung up on a hook in the office,
so anyone could use them.
This is just an overflow storage room.
We don't really keep anything important in there.
I've never had alcohol before.
Because of what it does to my mum.
It's horrible.
Is that why you threatened your aunt with a baseball bat?
Because you'd had a drink?
My dad's dead.
It's all Lola's fault.
When did you find out they were seeing each other?
STEPHEN: Last week.
I'd asked my dad if I could move into his flat,
and he said that he was giving the flat up.
Said that he'd met someone.
You told my colleague that you thought your dad
left the trainers in the cupboard.
STEPHEN: Yeah.
BILLIE: Why?
'Cause he came 'round last night.
They weren't there in the cupboard before that.
What time did he come 'round?
STEPHEN: About 5:00.
So, you found the trainers?
After dad had left. They were my size.
I assumed that he left them there for me
and just forgot to tell me.
[ Telephone rings ]
Detective Sergeant Cole.
Oh, hi, Yasmin. How can I help you?
I thought you might be wondering
where Detective Inspector Bradford is.
Yeah, we are.
He's with me.
What do you mean he's with you? Where?
At my place.
Can you speak to the Deputy Assistant
Commissioner's office?
Apologize on David's behalf.
Why? What's happened?
The truth is, Vivienne, he's in no fit state
to go into work.
Well, okay, uh, so, what do you want me to say?
Say it's an urgent welfare issue.
Thank you, Vivienne.
Goodbye.
We think Benjamin Akintunde was about to blow the whistle.
We have reason to believe that your company is being used
to import and distribute Class-A drugs.
Sorry?
Show Ms. Smith the video.
What can you tell me about those boxes of trainers?
Nothing. I-I've never seen them before.
This is what was hidden inside the trainers.
We just heard back from the lab that that powder is heroin.
I swear. I knew nothing about this.
Who shot that video?
Benjamin.
This must be what Benjamin wanted to talk to me about.
Is -- is this why he was murdered?
You didn't see anyone bringing those boxes in?
No.
Or taking them back out again?
No, I...
No.
What would be really helpful
is if you would let us take your fingerprints,
so that we can eliminate you from our inquiries
once and for all.
Any joy with the CCTV from the Parcel Depot?
No. It doesn't make any sense.
Me and Billie have scrolled through all five camera feeds,
and we can't find anyone taking those trainers
in or out of the building.
Okay. Well, I heard from the Detective Inspector.
He's not feeling so good today. He'll be in tomorrow.
Not feeling so good?
More like the mother of all hangovers.
Yeah, I think you're right.
That was the Incident Room.
They've had a confidential tip-off in response
to your appeal, Sarge.
A young woman called in.
She was having a fight with her boyfriend
about half past 12:00 this morning.
Very close to the murder scene.
Her boyfriend was getting aggressive,
so when a man came around the corner,
she ran to him for safety.
Only problem was the man was spattered with blood.
Did she give a description?
Yeah. Black. Mid-30s. Beard. Very tall.
Over six foot.
That sounds like Wayne Abbey.
Who's Wayne Abbey?
He's in charge of IT and security
at Lola Smith's delivery company.
Your fingerprints were not a match
for the marks found on the van.
Of course they weren't.
How long has Wayne Abbey worked for you?
Um, since he left school.
So, must be about 15 years.
How much are you paying him?
About 30,000 a year.
So, how can he afford to live here?
I asked him that. He said he came into some money.
He does go on some amazing holidays.
I can't believe I've been so stupid.
Oh, Wayne, did you send the police
all of the CCTV they asked for?
Yeah. Why are you asking?
They were going on and on about it.
They're sending someone to check the servers.
We've got nothing to worry about, have we, Wayne?
No. Of course not.
Good.
Look, uh, there's only one box missing.
Wait for them to unload. Stand by.
Strike, strike, strike!
[ Engine starts ]
Police, get on the floor! Get on the floor!
[ Siren wailing ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Wayne Abbey, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Benjamin Akintunde.
You do not have to say anything.
But it may harm your defense if you do not mention
when questioned something which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
-Do you understand? -You're crazy.
I had nothing to do with that!
Do you want to say anything about this?
Okay. I'll hold my hand up
to the drugs, but I ain't no murderer.
Wayne Abbey, I'm further arresting you
for the supply of controlled drugs.
Let's go.
When did you last see Benjamin Akintunde?
Uh, yesterday afternoon.
Just before he went out on his round.
ROB: And you're claiming you didn't see him again after that?
No.
What did you do last night, Wayne?
Um, I stayed in. Watched TV.
VIVIENNE: You didn't go out at all?
No.
So how do you explain this?
That is your finger mark
found on the passenger door of Benjamin's van.
In Benjamin's blood.
It could have happened earlier on in the day.
Yeah, but you see, the blood on the van
came from the blow that killed Benjamin.
He was alive and well earlier in the day.
Lola doesn't have a clue.
I import drugs from Turkey.
Hidden in all sorts of stuff.
How long has this been going on?
Years.
When did Benjamin find out?
A couple of days ago.
I think.
I was stashing some stuff in the storeroom.
I thought I had the place to myself. It was late.
But Benjamin was still in the building.
He must have seen me because the next day,
I heard him asking around for the storeroom key.
So, it wasn't hanging on a hook in the office?
No. I had them.
I thought I had the only copy, but Benjamin must have found
a spare or something 'cause
I found him noseying around yesterday afternoon.
Saw him take a box of trainers.
What happened next?
I moved the stuff into a hired van.
And then, I waited for Benjamin to go on his round.
I had to just figure out what to do next.
So, what did you do?
I went back to the depot
and tracked where Benjamin's van was.
And then I flagged down a cab and got dropped
a couple of streets away from where he was parked up.
He was changing a tire when I got there.
I offered to cut him in on the action.
You know, I said Lola is rolling in cash,
why shouldn't we make a few extra quid, you know?
How did that go down?
He said he was gonna show Lola the trainers
and tell the police.
I couldn't let him do that.
So?
So, I picked up the tire-iron,
and I hit Benjamin over the head with it.
Did you know, Wayne, Benjamin never opened up the trainers?
What do you mean?
We reckon he never knew about the drugs.
We reckon he thought you were just flogging
some knock-off trainers.
That's probably why he wasn't excited about
getting a cut of the action.
I never meant to hurt anyone.
I just...
I just wanted a bit of what Lola's got.
Have you seen the car she drives?
What about the, uh, blood on my clothes?
It wasn't Benjamin's blood. It was yours.
I do fall over.
A lot.
We can arrange for you to see some agencies.
Grief counseling.
Addiction.
I'd like that.
Thanks.
There's someone outside who'd like to see you both.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I understand they're still angry.
Right, I've got bedtime stories to read.
Do you mind finishing up the paperwork?
Yeah, fine. You owe me one, though.
You can hold me to that.
-Night. -Night.
I was going to shoot, too.
Something I said?
What are you looking at?
Vacancies.
In other units.
You don't have to do that.
I'll sort it.
I promise.
Good night.
BILLIE: Night.
[ Sighs ]
Come in.
Hello, Vivienne.
What's going on, David?
Just tell her, David. Tell her the truth.
All I'm asking you...
Try to understand why I've done what I've done.