~ You have been selected to be our new sergeant. ~ I can't.
What I'm going to do is offer it to Rachel.
~ It's a woman! Scary Mary just unravelled it. ~ You're joking!
~ I'm going to be sergeant here. ~ Could a body that had been killed a long time ago and then frozen
~ look like that? ~ Are you saying you think you know who this is?
~ Mitch just told me. ~ What? ~ You think it might be Mandy Sweeting. My dad worked on that case.
"I can confirm that we have found and identified, using dental records,
the body of Mandy Sweeting. Mrs Sweeting went missing from the Rochdale area in 1991.
If you knew Mandy or have any information..."
~ Why did SHE get the job? ~ Because she's good.
~ So are you. Why isn't it you? ~ It's a long story.
~ Well, tell it quickly, then. ~ I've got to go. ~ Have you done something wrong? ~ No. ~ What, then?
You can't leave me in this state of worry and agitation!
Well, I'm gonna have to, because I've got to go. There's nothing to worry about.
I always knew Gill preferred Rachel.
Gill offered it to me. I turned it down. I'm not quite ready yet. I will be one day.
Rachel doesn't know anything about that. OK? Ta-ta.
~ Oh, er, they've taken the recycling. ~ Good.
~ What do you mean, you're not ready? ~ Bye! ~ Bye, love!
~ Morning! ~ Good morning. ~ Weekly review, here we come.
We'll kick off with Mandy Sweeting, reviewing lines of inquiry,
looking for opportunities to gain new evidence.
Mitch is acting as Exhibits Officer and he has the postmortem findings.
Cause of death was a stab wound in the chest. The blade punctured the heart.
There would have been profuse blood loss.
We recovered Mandy's body from a flooded quarry in Audenshaw ten days ago
and it appears to have been submerged for a maximum of eight weeks.
The pathologist's view is that the body had been frozen,
possibly from soon after her death, 23 years ago, until being dumped in the water a few weeks ago.
The wrapping supports that theory. The first layer, next to the body, is a piece of cloth.
Looks very old, is heavily bloodstained, suggesting it is the original wrapping.
The outer layer's a shower curtain - a new one.
It had been wrapped around the inner layer and secured and weighted with chains.
I just want to jump back to the postmortem for a sec.
The two findings that really stand out are: the legs have been broken postmortem,
suggesting that the body had been stored in a confined space, and...
Mandy Sweeting was pregnant.
DNA tests show that her husband was not the father.
Tracing the father of that unborn child is obviously a major line of inquiry.
~ Any thoughts so far? ~ I'm thinking, frozen plus confined could be a chest freezer.
How could you keep a body in a freezer, for that length of time, undetected?
If it's a domestic freezer, you're in control of who goes in it.
I used to have a fridge-freezer in the shed, just for fishing. No-one ever went near it but me.
There's a lover. We know that. There's a killer. We know that.
There's a "freezer", as in someone who stored the body in a freezer, and there's a dumper.
~ That could be several different people. ~ The dumper couldn't be the husband. He died five years ago.
~ He still could've been the killer and the freezer. ~ How pregnant was she? ~ Er, roughly 28 days.
~ Four weeks. ~ What was the marriage like?
~ We're going to be jumping back and forth, so let's hear about lifestyle. ~ Do you want background?
~ Yeah. ~ Amanda Sweeting, 32 years old, known to everyone as Mandy,
left work on Tuesday August 27th 1991,
the day after the public holiday on Monday.
She worked at C&A in Rochdale - long since gone, used to be in the precinct in the town centre.
She was last seen by colleagues leaving work, presumed to be going home - also long since gone.
The whole street's been redeveloped. She never got home.
Her husband Gary reported her missing the following day.
Mandy had two children aged eight and six at the time, Sinead and Rory.
She was, by all accounts, devoted to them.
The fact that she disappeared into thin air,
coupled with the fact that she was very pretty and distinctive-looking
with red hair and this gap between her teeth, was just catnip to the local papers.
Her husband Gary was arrested three weeks after she went missing on suspicion of murder.
Never came to court. Insufficient evidence. As Rachel said, Gary died five years ago.
The Review Team picked it up three times,
but with no body or forensic evidence
to get the benefit out of improved technology, the case was refiled.
Gary is survived by his mother Barbara and his brother Antony.
They've both been notified about the reinvestigation, which was...
Well, it...it was delicate.
Now, at the time, you'll be aware, we investigated Gary
as possibly having been involved in Mandy's disappearance.
I will be aware, yes. Well...aware.
I'm sorry. I could have phrased that better.
And would you be aware that it ruined his life, being suspected of killing his wife?
~ It must have been extremely hard. ~ By everyone?
I'm not just talking about you lot, I'm talking about everyone.
And what grounds did they have to suspect him on? None.
He might as well have gone to prison, because he was guilty in the eyes of the world.
Because we've recovered Mandy's body, we've got evidence that we didn't have before.
~ It might be that what we find out will prove Gary's innocence. ~ Too bloody late - he's dead!
It's hard to convey just how distressing this still is.
Mrs Sweeting, this will be a completely new investigation.
It'll be headed by a new Senior Investigating Officer who will work on it with a completely open mind.
What if I say you can't?
The fact is, it's a police matter. We're obliged to reopen the case.
It's too much.
What grounds did we have to suspect him on?
Neighbours reported hearing arguments between Gary and Mandy
in the weeks leading up to her disappearance,
so the inference was the marriage was rocky.
They had no grounds to suspect him on other than...they suspected him.
This original investigation is just unbelievably shallow, shoddy...
It's one of the most depressing things I've ever read in my life.
They only ever looked at Gary Sweeting.
They put him in the middle and they arranged all the lines of inquiry to lead to him,
and they still didn't get him!
They never considered other lovers, which is just...
I don't know. Words fail me. It's just shit.
It's easy to be clever in hindsight, though, isn't it?
They didn't have a body with a fatal stab wound, that was pregnant with a baby that wasn't Gary's.
~ They didn't have the resources we have now. ~ This isn't a failure of resources, but of thinking!
It isn't in the policy book that they even considered the possibility that Mandy had a lover.
Right. I have to say, I'm not happy about this. My dad worked on that original investigation.
~ But this isn't personal. ~ Huh! Right (!)
OK, let's see what we can find out about what went on in the original investigation. Rachel?
~ Sure. ~ Dig a bit deeper.
~ What about these colleagues who last saw Mandy? ~ We've managed to track down a couple of them.
One of them told us about a lad who he says was "obsessed" with Mandy.
~ He's called Mick Devlin. ~ He's coming in tomorrow.
Right. How did the body get to the quarry?
There's no CCTV at the quarry, but thinking about the logistics,
Mandy was 5'3" and petite,
so one fairly strong person could've got her in a vehicle
and slid her into the water, weights and all, without help.
We don't think you'd need a van or a big car, because she's small.
The way she was bundled quite rigidly, you couldn't fold that bundle.
~ You'd have to put the seats down. ~ So we've potentially got forensic opportunities in this vehicle,
in this freezer and in the place where the body was removed from the freezer
and given its recent layer of wrapping,
which is likely to be close to the freezer, cos you'd be paranoid about spreading evidence.
If you go into the trouble of shifting the body,
~ would you hold onto a potentially incriminating freezer? ~ I'd dump it.
Bit risky, getting a bloody big white thing out in public.
We spoke to the council. They'll come and remove your old freezer for you.
You'll go on their system as a collection,
but once they've taken it away, it gets piled onto a freezer mountain.
~ Disappears. ~ If you fly-tip, doesn't involve anyone. ~ Unless you get caught.
If you fly-tip a freezer, you do need a van. Someone to help you lift it, too.
I think a practical person could shift a chest freezer on their own.
Get a ramp up to a van, ropes round it... The wrapping of the body was competent.
If the dumper is the same person as the freezer,
then they've had years to plan how to shift the evidence if they need to.
Whoever dumped the body is our way in.
I want to exploit the forensic opportunities of recent events
and concentrate on hearts and minds for the past events.
Allegiances and attitudes change.
We need to do a lot of talking and probing. I think it's our best way of getting circumstantial.
~ What's the policy on the information that she was pregnant? ~ We tell no-one!
Witnesses, relatives, press...
If and when we get a suspect, that's massive leverage.
~ Same goes for cause of death? ~ Yeah, cos as soon as we release the fact that she was stabbed in the heart,
~ it'll be, like, "Ooh! Crime of passion. Jealous hubby. Job done." ~ It could be.
It could be. It could be the milkman. We're looking for lovers. Spread the net wider.
Let's identify persons of interest and ANPR their cars.
Have any of them been near that quarry?
When you're in a witness's home, look out for where a freezer might be or may have been.
And check the council for freezer collections, as well.
~ Cross-county? ~ Yeah.
We need to be clever. 23 years ago is a long time.
People remember the version of events they've told before,
but we need to get them to look at things like they're looking at them for the first time.
"This interview is taking place on Thursday 20th September 1991 at Rochdale police station.
~ In the room are myself, Detective Sergeant Frankie Waddington." ~ "David Blake, solicitor."
~ "Gary Sweeting." ~ "Can't hear you, Gary." ~ "Gary Sweeting."
"Thank you, Gary. Do you want to tell us about what you did to Mandy?"
~ "I didn't do anything to Mandy." ~ "Yes, you did. You killed her, didn't you?"
~ "I didn't." ~ "I think you did, and I'm not the only one!
Where did you put the body? Did you bury it?"
"How many times do I have to tell you? I did not kill her."
~ "Where is she, then? Where's Mandy?" ~ "I don't know!"
~ "I think you do." ~ "I think summat bad's happened."
~ "I do, an' all." ~ "She wouldn't run away, that's all I know. She'd never leave the kids."
~ "She'd never run away?" ~ "No." ~ "Then where the hell is she?
You said it yourself, she wouldn't run away!
~ You were angry with her, weren't you? You'd been rowing with her, hadn't you?" ~ "No."
"You got angry and you killed her."
It's all like that: no structure, no Plan B. Your dad just accuses, Sweeting just denies.
Where was the SIO? Did he not listen to that?
~ Oh, he did. He signed off on it. Detective Superintendent John Peverley. ~ He's dead.
~ What did he die of? Shame (?) ~ Booze.
~ Shall we see if we can have a word with your dad? ~ He's a good copper.
'Ey.
~ And say what? "Why were you so shit?" ~ Ask him what went wrong.
~ Gary Sweeting insisted that Mandy wouldn't just leave. ~ Because of the kids? ~ Yeah.
He couldn't explain where she was, but he insisted that her doing a bunk was impossible,
which isn't something a guilty man would do.
A man who'd killed his wife would encourage the idea that she'd run away, to get everyone off his back.
Yes, which is something you get in two seconds flat,
which shit-for-brains Frankie Waddington thought was proof that Sweeting had done it!
~ Er, Mitch, it's thick. ~ Have you said that to Rob?
~ Not yet, but he shouldn't still be here anyway, breathing down my neck. It's a pain. See you. ~ See you.
It's mellowed her, I think, being sergeant (!)
~ How clearly can you remember your mum, Sinead? ~ Very clearly.
I remember details about her: her hands...
What were her hands like?
Freckly.
~ What else do you remember? ~ She was very loving with us.
Very loving person.
We've all taken it different. Personally, I'm...glad I know.
It destroys me to think what my sister suffered, but I think, "Right. Now we know.
Let's have it. Let's do her justice."
That's what we intend to do.
~ I think my dad was jealous. ~ In what way?
When you're a kid you don't think of your mum and dad as sexual. They're just your mum and dad, but...
but I've got a kid now and I can see it from the other side.
I can guess at how they worked as a couple and I think there was maybe jealousy there.
~ From your dad? ~ Yeah. ~ Was he jealous of someone in particular, do you think?
I think he was maybe jealous of her job.
~ She loved going to work. ~ What did she love about it? ~ Gets you out.
She'd been at home ever since they were babies, so it were summat new for her.
She liked it in the shop. She liked the people.
I just took it at face value, you know?
"Mum's got a friend at work that gives her chocolate. That's nice.
~ Why would Dad be cross about that?" ~ Do you know who this friend was?
The only one I knew from her work was Mick. He sometimes gave her a lift.
She'd walk us to school. He'd sometimes be in his car.
Everyone thought Gary got lucky with Mandy, Gary included.
He were a nice enough fella, but dull. She loved him.
~ What other relationships had Mandy had? ~ Not many.
And whoever it was, it was The One.
Our Mandy were a romantic. A one-man gal. She wouldn't have played away.
I'm sat there thinking,
"You know she wouldn't play away. I know she was carrying another man's child."
So sad, the impact of it. It's eaten them all from the inside.
~ Rita from the Press Office wants you. ~ Just about to ring her now. ~ No, she's waiting.
~ What's wrong with ringing her? ~ She wants to discuss a new press statement. ~ Tell her I'm on my way.
Mandy Sweeting's still bloody catnip to the press!
They want something new every day. It's a bloody minefield of what you can and can't say.
I want a boyfriend.
~ Do you? ~ Yeah.
~ Well, Mick's sounding more and more interesting, isn't he? ~ Yeah. He'll be here in a few minutes.
~ So will Frankie Waddington. And guess who won't be going anywhere near him? ~ Rob. ~ You.
~ Why? ~ Because you'll go on the attack.
Sergeants don't just manage down, you know, Rachel. You manage sideways and up.
You look after your peer relationships. You look after Rob.
~ What's that for? ~ Tired eyes. ~ Just your eyes (?) You must be slacking.
CPS rang saying, "Where's the disclosure schedule for Jackie Boy?"
~ I don't know. ~ Well, you need to know. It's due in.
~ The disclosure schedule for Jackie Boy's due in. ~ I know. ~ Where is it?
~ Lee's got it. You'll have to check it all and countersign it. ~ Bloody hell!
~ You could've reminded me. ~ Well, you could've asked.
That's why I'm shadowing you. So you can check in with me on what you're not sure about
and get feedback on what you're doing. Ask.
~ Hiya. ~ Hello, son.
This is Rachel. Rachel, this is my dad.
Rachel. Lovely. Hello.
~ Hi. ~ Frankie.
Excuse me.
~ Fancy a brew? ~ Aye. ~ How are you? ~ Good.
Mick, what was the nature of your relationship with Mandy?
She gracefully accepted my worship.
She didn't reciprocate?
I was a 19-year-old acne-ridden streak of piss.
My Adam's apple were bigger than my head!
I was not a suitable candidate for worship.
~ Were you friends? ~ She made me feel like we were.
She was kind. She understood that, if someone's in love with you, you have a responsibility towards them.
~ You were in love with her? ~ There's all sorts of being in love.
~ So...what sort was this sort? ~ I didn't want to have sex with her.
I wanted to BE her.
~ You weren't lovers? ~ No, love.
~ Mick... Did Mandy ever confide in you? ~ Not really.
Did she ever speak to you about her marriage?
~ Well, I read between the lines. ~ Meaning?
"Mandy was wearing her hair in a ponytail today and more perfume than usual.
A night of passion with Mr Sweeting, methinks."
~ Sorry, what was that? ~ A quote. ~ From...
What she was wearing, what mood she was in, what they talked about in the car... He was fixated.
~ The police never spoke to him at the time. ~ Did he consider showing them that?
Too embarrassed. It's got in how often he masturbates, where he masturbates,
~ what he's thinking about when he - ~ What is he thinking about? ~ Boys sometimes, girls sometimes.
~ Is he thinking about Mandy? ~ Just twice.
When he handed it to us he was, like, "Look, I wrote this when I was 19. I was clueless."
~ Why's he handed it over now? ~ In case it helps. He needn't have.
No-one knows it exists, so it's hard to think that he'd have given it to us if he'd killed her.
~ Unless it was a double bluff... but it'd be risky to do that. ~ The diary's weird.
Oh, keeping a diary is unusual for a teenage lad,
but I don't think what he expresses in it particularly is.
Does it say where she goes on her lunch? That's her only unsupervised time.
If she was having an affair, she'd use her lunch hour.
Scour the diary for Mandy's movements. Is she late ever?
Days she's made a special effort with her appearance.
Why did he only ever pick her up from the school?
Mandy told him Gary wouldn't like him fetching her from the house.
~ What was Gary Sweeting's widow saying? ~ Sandra? Er, not his widow, technically.
They never married. Gary wouldn't annul his marriage to Mandy and he refused to declare her dead,
which could be the action of an innocent man or a guilty clever one.
~ I think it's interesting. ~ Well, he was no criminal mastermind.
~ Anyone that listens to his interview tapes will tell you that. ~ We're coming to that. Carry on.
Sandra said that, although she was able to help Gary practically, bringing up Sinead and Rory,
she described him as "emotionally unhelpable". He was a depressive, he drank...
He basically brought about his own early death because he had nothing to live for.
She said that he never recovered from the trauma of losing Mandy and being a suspect.
Gary's brother Antony also described Gary as self-destructive.
~ He said, with hindsight, he wondered if Gary had been "haunted by something". ~ As in what? Guilt?
~ That was the inference. ~ Interesting, because we had a chat with Frankie Waddington -
Ooh! What's the latest with the freezers?
Five freezers reported fly-tipped in the last three months
according to West Yorks, Lancs, Greater Manchester and Rochdale councils.
~ I think we should bring 'em in. ~ Yeah. Where? ~ Garage space. ~ They sold it off.
Well, we wouldn't have to house 'em for long, so bring them all in under one roof.
Strip 'em, search 'em under controlled conditions. We could hire somewhere - short let.
~ It better be cheap. ~ What did Frankie Waddington say?
We discussed the apparent shortcomings of the original investigation.
Don't need to bore you with all the ins and outs of it.
~ Thank you. What did you think? ~ I didn't have a problem with it.
~ You didn't think the interview was one-tracked? ~ Of course it was.
That WAS the track. Sweeting was our prime suspect.
Our aim was to put pressure on him, which we did. The CPS shafted us with Insufficient Evidence.
That was a sound investigation. We knew who did it.
You listen to any tape from 1991, it'll sound like that.
That's how the job was done... as you very well know.
Oh, I do know, and I also know how much stick the officers got who didn't toe the line,
~ cos I was one of 'em. ~ You weren't on that job. You weren't in that room with that man.
You never met him. He was a liar!
I've interviewed hundreds of people. I know when someone's lying.
I don't appreciate being given the third degree by a Plastic (!)
~ I've been just as operational as you. I just haven't got my head up my arse. ~ The job's gone soft.
~ No, I think it's gone thorough. ~ Bollocks! I've listened to what he's up against.
~ Barmpot ideas he's got to get round so he can get the job done. ~ I've never -
Look at him, wriggling about, trying to think what's acceptable!
That's what this job's become - making the right sounds (!)
Frankie was very forthcoming. Anyway, point is, in his opinion...
Gary was punching above his weight with Mandy.
He got paranoid and he killed her.
Gary Sweeting couldn't lie straight in his bed, but the whole family was at it!
The mother was a harridan and the brother was a phoney!
~ Antony? ~ Yeah. Did you just talk to him with the mother? ~ So far, yeah.
Try him on his own.
Antony's not returning any of my calls. Maybe Frankie Waddington was on to something.
Frankie Waddington calling someone else a phoney is rich!
~ It's a lead. ~ From a dinosaur!
Mm... Right, if I needed to hire a van to move a freezer which I'd kept a body in,
I wouldn't go to some big van-hire company, where it's all computerised and official.
~ I'd go to the most tinpot little outfit I could find. ~ Man with a van.
Mm, but without the...man.
Oh, God, I am shattered.
I get to sleep, then I wake up thinking about the 101 ridiculous things I've got to do,
like which cars gotta go to Openshaw for a service.
Can Pete have next Tuesday week off to scatter some bugger or other's ashes?
Just...it never stops.
I'm not trying to put you off, by the way, cos you would do all that standing on your head.
So, when are they gonna tell you where you're going? It's gotta be soon, hasn't it?
~ Actually, not necessarily. ~ What do you mean?
~ Well, Elise has moved in with Ade and Eleanor Goodhead. ~ When?
~ Sunday. ~ How was that? How is that?
Hard.
Yeah, so it's all taking a bit of adjustment at Scott Mansions,
so I've decided to put the sergeant thing on hold.
~ Is that why you want a boyfriend? ~ No, I want a boyfriend because I want a boyfriend,
but it's not very easy to find a boyfriend,
because all the potential boyfriends
who are tentatively sniffing around me on the various dating websites
that I'm currently experimenting with are either very old...
~ Walking sticks? ~ Carpet slippers, watches on chains... ~ Or what? "Very old" or what?
Well, erm... Couple of them - two -
have been...very young.
~ How young? ~ Weird young, like...I'm a fetish!
Oh, Janet!
You're doing fine in the job, Rache. More than fine.
Will you tell Godzilla that? Cos she's sucking a lemon every time she looks at me
and I just want to say, "I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment,
but you chose me."
Every time I bitch about her, she rings!
Hello?
~ Tell her. ~ DNA results from the foetus have just come back from the lab.
~ We've got a match. ~ Who? ~ Antony.
~ Bloody hell. ~ I know. ~ We can't arrest him. ~ No.
Impregnating your brother's wife is not yet a criminal offence, but we can talk to him
and we can go to the magistrate and ask for a warrant so we can search his house.
We'll need to be specific - they won't let us go on a fishing trip.
~ We can explain about Mandy's body being frozen, that we're looking for evidence. ~ Exactly. Mitch? ~ Certainly.
~ Antony's not returning Janet's calls. ~ Let's knock on his door, then.
Thank you for giving us more of your time, Mr Sweeting. I'm Detective Constable Janet Scott.
~ I met you ten days ago with your mother. ~ I remember.
If your dad had said he thought Antony was iffy 23 years ago, that'd been helpful, wouldn't it?
~ Back off. ~ Why is Gill protecting him? ~ She's not.
She just knows how to behave. You're not behaving like a sergeant. You've not got the first idea!
"Now, I know that you've spoken to my colleague
Detective Constable Lee Broadhurst."
DC Broadhurst was under the impression that you felt, reluctantly, looking back,
~ that Gary, in the years following Mandy's disappearance, was a "haunted man". ~ Mm.
I just wanted to ask you to say a bit more about that.
~ What am I supposed to say? ~ Can you explain what you mean by "haunted"?
~ Isn't it obvious? ~ I can take a guess, but you'd have to tell me if it's a good one.
Did you mean that you thought Gary might have been haunted by guilt?
~ That's a very hard thing to say about your brother. ~ I appreciate that.
~ Not something I'm prepared to say. ~ Just something I want you to think (!) ~ Fine. I understand.
The postmortem that was carried out on Mandy's body found that she was pregnant.
We tested the DNA of the foetus and the results indicate that you're the father.
~ That's not possible. ~ Do you remember that we took a buccal swab from you?
That's what we tested against the baby's DNA. The result's conclusive.
It is your child.
It is a source of great shame to me.
What is?
There was a one-night stand.
Don't you love it - the grammar of the guilty (!)
~ "Mistakes were made." "An infidelity occurred." "I'm not in the sentence. I was a hapless bystander." ~ Shh!
~ You and Mandy had a one-night stand? ~ Yes. ~ When was that?
~ How pregnant was she? ~ Oh, don't even try it! ~ "I don't know. I haven't been told."
~ God! ~ Are you OK, Antony?
It's...it's just...
I could've had a child.
I don't have children and... it turns out there was one.
Is it just me, or is that a weird reaction? Like, weird!
When was the one-night stand, Antony?
I can't remember. I'm sorry.
~ It can easily slip your mind, the night you shag your brother's wife (!) ~ "No idea at all?"
June, possibly. Some time in June.
~ Three months before she went missing? ~ I can't remember. Sorry.
~ Don't worry. It was a long time ago. ~ Yes.
Tell me about the one-night stand.
It was the same as all one-night stands. We were drunk.
It was senseless and...the second it was done, I felt sick.
~ Where did you have sex? ~ On their living-room floor.
We'd all been drinking. Gary had gone to bed.
I don't think she was as squeaky-clean as she made out.
I don't think I was the only one.
She loved male attention.
I know there was a young lad at work she was stringing along. Er...Mick.
Antony had to pick a date and hope that he'd get lucky. He didn't.
We reckon we can trace a pattern in Mick's diary.
From February onwards, Mandy's really starting to catch his eye.
Maybe because she's catching Antony's eye - giving off something that Mick picks up on, possibly.
And she starts to get a bit flaky with timekeeping.
March onwards, some lunch breaks she is late back.
Mick covers for her a couple of times. Makes excuses for her, takes shorter breaks.
~ So assuming Antony was the lover... ~ He's looking good for the freezer, as well.
His garage floor's freshly painted and...there's this socket.
That tells you something was plugged in for a long time.
It doesn't tell you when, or that it was a freezer.
He's found out she's pregnant, he doesn't want the bother, kills her.
~ I think he was genuinely surprised she was pregnant. ~ Yeah, I agree,
but that makes sense too, because if he suspected she was pregnant with his baby,
he'd have thought twice about dumping that body, cos it is so incriminating!
Brilliant (!) We're now doing exactly what the first investigation did!
The only progress we've made is, we've substituted a fixation on Gary with a fixation on Antony.
We're nowhere nearer to knowing who killed her. The only provable fact we have about Antony
is he had sex with Mandy, possibly more than once.
Come on! Keep your minds open. Keep digging.
I've just had a look at your last action review
and the only actions you're allocating are those around Antony.
You've done nothing about Mick. It's not enough to read through his diary.
Get an analyst to look at it. Was he stalking her?
Go through the witness statements from the previous inquiry.
See how Mandy's behaviour compares to Mick's account.
What witness statements? There are virtually none.
I keep trying to tell you and you won't listen: your dad's investigation was a joke.
~ I think we need to get Mick in again. ~ Are you telling me?
~ I'm advising you. ~ I don't have to take it from you, because we're an equal rank.
We swabbed the outsides before they were transported,
but they're that dirty, I can't see us getting much off 'em.
~ At least the insides won't be contaminated. ~ Maya! Look at this.
OK, brilliant. Thanks, cock. Ta-ta.
~ Where have you been? ~ Press office - again.
~ Do you want the good news or the bad news first? ~ Bad - always. It relaxes me.
~ It's pig's blood. ~ Eh? ~ In that freezer. Someone must've had a bloody great lump of pork in there.
~ So that was all a lovely waste of time and money (!) ~ Shit.
But Antony Sweeting hired a van off a bloke in Milnrow eight weeks ago, self-drive.
Can we find out where he drove it, please?
This afternoon, we managed to ANPR that van during those hours
and we've got a sighting of it being driven between Antony's house
and a known fly-tipping spot ten miles away, in Whitworth.
They had storms a few weeks ago up near Antony's house. Did they lose power?
Maybe that's why now.
It's the lab.
~ Detective Sergeant Rachel Bailey. ~ That sighting of the van was at one o'clock in the morning.
When we've cross-checked it, it turns out that one of the freezers we rounded up and housed
was dumped at that same fly-tipping spot, so it's looking like we can possibly put Antony to that freezer.
They've stripped it all out to run tests on it. If it turns out we can put
~ Mandy Sweeting - ~ Mandy Sweeting's blood...
DNA, deep in the body of that freezer. It had seeped through into the insides, the workings.
Fabulous! Wonderful! Hallelujah!
First thing tomorrow, we'll be arresting Antony Sweeting on suspicion of murder.
~ Could you draw up an interview strategy, please, Janet? ~ Certainly.
Traffic cameras also captured your own car
in the vicinity of the flooded quarry in Audenshaw where Mandy's body was dumped
two days before you drove the hire van to Whitworth to fly-tip the freezer.
We're currently searching your car.
Is there anything that you'd like to tell me, Antony?
Gary killed Mandy...
..because she told him she'd slept with me that one time.
God knows what possessed her to tell him.
She wanted to goad him, maybe.
Gary flew into a jealous rage and he killed her.
The first thing I knew about it
was when he rang and he said, "I've killed Mandy."
He told me I was in it up to my eyes
because...I'd slept with her,
which is why she'd ended up dead, which was why I had to help him.
I thought, "Enough harm's been done here,"
so I agreed to go over there and get the body away.
"Go over where?"
"To Gary's house."
~ Are you saying that Gary murdered Mandy at their home? ~ Yes.
Can you tell me what happened next,
when you went round to take Mandy's body away?
~ Cock and bull, the lot of it. ~ Yep - and 72 hours tops, before we either charge him or let him go.
Mandy told Gary that she'd slept with Antony (!) No.
~ If Gary knew that, he'd have told the police after she went missing. ~ Unless Gary DID kill Mandy.
He didn't.
He's reinvented the personalities of two people who can't contradict him because they're dead.
He made out that Gary had a violent temper, when no-one else has mentioned it,
and he's got Mandy down as a spiteful temptress when all we've heard across the board is that she was lovely.
He's had to reinvent them in order to blame them - and he might get away with it.
~ He's only admitted what evidence has forced him to. ~ And he knows we've got nothing on him for murder.
~ How's the online dating going? ~ This week, I am mostly attracting widowers.
~ Gary killed Mandy in their house? No. ~ Kids about. ~ Neighbours that heard rowing through the walls
are hardly going to miss a fatal stabbing.
~ Antony drove over and took the body away unseen - a bleeding body. ~ From a terraced house.
~ With nosy neighbours. ~ No. ~ We took that house apart at the time. Found nothing.
Mm, and he knows it's been bulldozed since.
Rachel Bailey! J'accuse.
~ You've not paid anything into the biscuit fund since Christmas. ~ I don't like 'em - I like chocolate.
~ This is a stress biscuit. ~ Give me some of your sergeant's wages now.
CSIs have just gone into Antony's house. They're taking it apart!
Fingers crossed, we get the results before we have to release him.
When our forensic team lifted the floor paint and the wall paint from the far end of your garage,
layers and layers of it, they found traces of Mandy's blood across a wide area,
and the patterning is consistent with the profuse blood loss you'd expect
from the type of stab wound that killed Mandy.
You told me yesterday that Gary killed Mandy at their house.
Is there anything else that you'd like to tell me, Antony?
He killed her at my house.
~ Why didn't you tell me that yesterday? ~ I thought you'd think I'd done it.
Never crossed our minds (!)
I just want to tell the truth now. I want to get the whole thing out and that's what I'm going to do.
~ OK. ~ Story time with Antony (!)
After the one-night stand, Mandy became...obsessed with me.
She wanted more. Like I said, for me it was a one-off, a stupid mistake.
I told her I wasn't interested. I told her she should come to her senses and stick with Gary.
I felt bad for him, but she would not let it drop.
On the day it happens, she turns up at my house, saying she wants to be with ME. She wants to tell Gary.
I'd had enough, so I phoned Gary and I said, "You'd better come and get your wife."
He said, "What's going on?" I said, "You'd better ask her when you get here."
So he drove over and... I left them to it.
I went into the kitchen. I could hear them talking.
Then I heard her scream.
And I ran into the garage
and Gary was standing there with a big knife in his hand.
Mandy was lying in a pool of blood. There was blood all on the wall.
I said, "Gary, what have you done?"
And he said, "I've killed Mandy."
And he said, "She told me she loved YOU."
He was beside himself.
So I wrapped her up, so he didn't have to look at her,
and...he suggested we put her in the freezer.
And we made a pact: I would never tell that he killed her...
..and he would never tell where the body was.
I put baskets of frozen food over it. You couldn't tell.
I kept meaning to deal with it...
..and then...Gary died.
I just...carried on.
And the freezer, it kept going
until there was that storm a couple of months back.
"The power was down."
It started to thaw.
So I dumped it.
It was terrible.
~ Would you like to take a break, Antony? ~ No.
Thank you for going through that. Not easy.
Erm, a couple of things.
The analysed blood samples taken from your garage were mixed.
Mandy's blood was mixed with yours.
Mixing can only happen when both sets of blood are wet.
I helped move her.
Well, why were you bleeding?
~ I must have cut myself. ~ How? ~ I took the knife off Gary.
When you stab someone in the chest, you can hit bone.
The knife stops, but your hand keeps going.
You cut yourself. There was no trace of Gary's blood mixed with Mandy's, but yours is.
~ Can you explain that? ~ No.
Can you explain why Gary was talking to Mandy in your garage?
~ That's where they were. ~ Was Mandy in your garage when Gary arrived? ~ She must've been.
~ Had you been talking to Mandy in your garage before Gary arrived? ~ I can't remember.
It's an unusual place to have a conversation - a difficult discussion, in fact - the garage.
I might have invited my brother into the living room or the kitchen -
~ GOD! DON'T YOU EVER LEARN - ~ Whoa! Whoa! Sit down!
~ "Sit down!" ~ Charge him.
'Ey, nailed your first murder, Sergeant Rache.
No, I didn't. You cracked him.
No, you got the evidence that meant I could.
'Ey, he'll never change his story, that one.
The Defence will dirty Mandy's name in court.
Her family will have to listen to it, read about it,
and his family will have to soak up a pack of lies about Gary all over again,
because it's Antony's version of Gary.
~ Makes me sick. ~ What about the mum?
~ What about her? ~ Well, she's the one who knows both brothers inside out.
~ You should talk to her again. ~ YOU should.
~ Why? ~ She took agin me.
Well, you have been getting up a lot of people's noses recently, Janet Scott.
I may have to discuss that with you at your appraisal.
Thought you'd try your luck with Antony?
We've charged Antony because we've built up a very strong evidential case against him.
Oh, my eye (!)
Mrs Sweeting, did you know that Mandy was pregnant with Antony's child?
~ No. ~ She was.
~ Did Gary know? ~ We don't know.
How do you know Antony did it?
It's grim. It involves blood.
He always wanted everything Gary had.
He'd take a biscuit off him, take a bite, throw it to the floor.
I always thought, IF Gary had killed her - if...
that maybe he'd done it because he was so...
..full of feeling.
But Antony did...
..because he's not.
Mrs Sweeting, this is a hard thing to be asked,
and you don't have to answer now - just think about it.
Would you be prepared to say what you just said to me in the form of a statement?
Yes.
Thank you.
~ Can I give you a bit of feedback? ~ Yeah.
~ You got lucky. ~ I was right. ~ And you got lucky.
Just accept help, Rachel, cos you don't know what you're doing yet.
I've been a sergeant for two years and I learn something new every day.
And don't invent battles. I'm not my dad. I didn't cock up.
My dad did. I accept that - he did.
No point raging about it. We've just gotta get on with it, do it better.
Gary Sweeting might still be alive if justice had been done,
so I think it's worth raging about things if they're wrong.
Well, there's ways of doing it, and you need to get the hang of that.
Knobhead.
What? What?
So it's goodbye and good luck to the lovely Rob. What a shame!
~ Did I ever tell you, when you smile, it's like the sun coming out? ~ Er, no.
That's because I'm so professional.
Rachel Bailey of the Old Bailey will be full-blown sergeant as of now.
~ Hello and good luck. ~ Cheers.
And the other bit of good news is...
I'm retiring. Four months and counting.
Cheers!
Cheers.
We are dealing with a potential hate crime!
~ Did you check the messages I gave you this morning? ~ I haven't had a chance.
~ Could you not have mentioned it earlier? ~ This one's on you.
~ You're marrying a drug dealer. ~ All right, high and mighty (!)
~ I went on a date. ~ No!
~ Concentrate on the job. Deal with your mum on your own time. ~ We're all right, me and you.
Go and live your life and stay out of mine.