I'm Rachel Bailey. Collar number 31-23-1.
Good. That's who we think you are.
Are you clear about the process?
Yes.
Hello?
Janet Scott.
6th floor, please. Thank you.
I think, on Category C murders,
detective sergeants should be able to be the senior investigating officer.
Category Cs are generally straightforward, so you could have a small team, headed by a DS.
You could even run the investigation on paper.
So that would save you time and money.
And the DCIs would have a bit less on their plate. That's definitely something I'd do.
Sergeants are very busy already.
Yeah, but like you said, there's a 20% budget cut so we're all gonna be working our socks off, anyway.
I think sergeants would rise to the responsibility.
I would.
Is there anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?
I've had an intense few years.
Sometimes I got caught up in other people's mess.
Sometimes I did a pretty good job of making my own.
But I have well and truly got my head screwed on these days.
This is the job that I am meant to do.
It fits the way my mind works.
I've always had the instinct.
I'm clocking up the experience.
I'm a worker. I'm not a liability.
I'm a safe pair of hands.
We'll give you a ring within an hour or two to let you know if you've passed.
If you have, you'll be told where and when you'll be posted some time over the coming month.
Right. Thank you.
How did you get on, Sherlock?
She says nothing. He thinks he's a comedian. He's about as funny as sewage.
Come on in.
Yes.
Good luck. Ta.
Rob.
MIT resources have been on. They've got a Missing From Home they're not happy about.
He's 18. He's got learning difficulties, on medication. High risk.
72 hours missing. Does he live at home?
Yeah, but his mum and dad didn't report it.
So, who reported it?
His boss. He washes pots in a pub.
The landlord's a retired copper.
Hm. Would you ever do that?
Run a pub? Er...no. Anyway, he's downstairs, the landlord.
Right. And then he said, "By the way, Gill, you can tell your DS where we're sending him."
Sorry, who said?
The fella at MIT resources. They want you to have a "Multiple Enquiry Experience".
What sort - They've put you on historic child abuse cases.
Start date's the same. First of the month.
Right.
Go on. Don't keep him waiting.
The landlord. Yeah.
Sorry, I can't read this - what's the lad's name?
Robin McKendrick.
Thank you. Nearly done.
Erm...is there anything you want to tell us about yourself?
It might seem odd to be applying for promotion at 50, so I'd just like to say a bit about that.
I took a long career break when my children were small,
so I've actually only clocked up 20 years service.
In that time, I think I've become one of those steady, competent, quietly indispensable types.
I've seen plenty of officers fly over my head and up the ladder,
and I suspect that most of them haven't been as good as me.
I've got at least ten years' service to offer.
My children are practically on their way.
I'm in the best position I've ever been in to push forward.
I am 50, but I'm not trailing off.
I'm gearing up.
He didn't hear me compare him to sewage?
No. The door was shut.
Was it nerve-wracking enough for you? I don't think I've sweated that much since I was arrested.
I used one of those deodorants that blocks your sweat ducts for 48 hours, then kills you.
Oh, what if I don't pass?
I'd be extremely surprised if you didn't.
It didn't go badly in there, did it?
Well, it went somewhere between brilliantly and shit.
See you later. Bye.
If I pass, I want Rob's job.
Detective Sergeant, on our syndicate,
here.
Me too.
Briefing room at half past.
Right you are.
Hiya. How did you get on?
I haven't got a clue. Don't know.
Robin McKendrick. 18 years old.
Vulnerable adult. Reported missing by a John Rivington, the landlord of The Angel in Ashton.
He's a retired copper, a bit scary, actually,
and his concern is...
The family's iffy. They're known to the police.
Also, there's a problem in the area with gangs.
Is Robin involved?
Robin'll run with whoever'll have him. He's simple.
No-one but me would employ him.
And when did you last see him?
Thursday night. He was working.
Some of the lads he knows were in on the Friday without him.
He had a shift on the Sunday but he never turned up. And Sunday's when he gets paid. Are you with me?
Mm-hm.
I must have rung him 20 times.
And he never has that phone out of his hand.
Let's talk to these lads he knows.
They go to the pub after football practice on a Wednesday. Tonight.
Should we get some interviews, get a sighting of Robin between Thursday and Sunday?
Yes. And Robin's family. I want a full background history.
I'm not relying on the information of his employer, even if he is a lovely ex-officer.
Did he say anything else?
You've very young to be a sergeant.
Yeah. I'm er...on a fast track.
Tipped for the top.
No, he didn't say anything else.
Right. Eh! Before I forget, stop hiding the car keys.
It's gone through the roof since we moved into this building.
We are sharing - sharing, with another syndicate.
We've got 12 MIT cars between 30 detectives, which I'm not saying is easy,
but hogging or hiding the car keys is not the solution.
It could be downright dangerous.
So you'd better stop before I'm on to you or you won't be driving anywhere.
Right. CCTV.
CCTV inside the pub, outside the pub.
Oh!
Well, well, well.
Get a load of us, Janet!
How do?
Guess what? We passed the board!
Of course you did. Well done.
Rob's job's going begging in a fortnight.
It needn't be one of us. We could be offered a job anywhere.
They could appoint someone from outside.
Who knows? It'll all come out in the wash one way or another. Do you know what?
We should enjoy this.
We did it. We passed.
It's great.
No car keys on the hook. Any ideas?
Gill's wrong. It's not hogging, it's strategic retaining.
Yeah. Strategic retaining.
You ready?
Yep.
I passed the board.
Robin McKendrick's dad sounds nasty. Just had an intelligence officer from Lancs on.
They've got a flag on him for armed robbery. Intelligence suggests he's still active. So be careful.
Bathroom with no window between the bedrooms. Meter box above the door.
Do you know it?
Grew up in one exactly like it.
So when did you last see Robin?
We've already told the other lot.
It's with us now, so we have to go over it.
They searched the house.
I'm sorry. It's routine procedure.
When did you last see Robin?
When he come in Thursday night.
After his shift in the pub?
And was he at home on the Friday?
Don't know.
We had a lie-in. He wasn't about when we came down.
What time was that?
Dinner time.
Did you see him at all after he came home on the Thursday night?
John Rivington reported him missing on Monday, after he didn't show up for work on Sunday.
It seemed like no-one had seen him for three days. I was just wondering why you didn't report him missing?
He's his own boss. He's got a job.
Is that normal - for Robin to be away from home for a few days and not tell you where he is?
Thought he might have got lucky.
Is that prescription Robin's?
Dunno whose it is.
Yeah, it's his.
Can I have a look?
Thank you.
He was put into care age 12, cos his brother was picking on him.
After an incident where the brother tried to strangle Robin,
Mrs McKendrick said she couldn't cope and requested he be put into care.
Robin?
Social Services returned him to the family home two years ago, age 16.
His parents are horrible. He wasn't looked after.
They didn't report him missing. They were the last to see him.
Where's this brother? Glasgow. He is. We checked.
What's the prescription? Hydroxyzine. It's an antihistamine,
sometimes prescribed for anxiety disorders. His GP is going to get back to me.
See what house-to-house throws up. Let's eliminate this family as a priority.
Hello. I'm Detective Constable Janet Scott. We're investigating the disappearance of Robin McKendrick.
He was working in the pub last Thursday night.
We're here to ask a few questions, see if anyone knows where he might be.
Did you ever see him at all?
We'd like to have a quick chat with you individually.
Get your names and addresses, take a quick photo.
So when was the last time you did see Robin?
A few days ago.
This week? Not sure. Not for a while.
It's a Joey.
I've radio'd in the details you gave us.
A body check. You don't show as living at that address.
It's me girlfriend's flat.
Can you tell us the address where you're known?
Yeah.
Need to go. Sorry about that.
I'll just take your details and we'll arrange a time that suits you. Don't mind if I take a quick photo?
Most of them were pretty uncooperative. A few Joeys.
I had two bolting for the door on urgent business. They weren't who they said they were.
Did you get photos?
Yep.
No sightings of Robin since Thursday.
During house-to-house, neighbours said they often hear screaming and shouting at Robin's house.
I've been in touch with uniform operations. We've briefed a POLSA.
First thing tomorrow a team's going back to that house to search it thoroughly - with a cadaver dog.
He's disappeared without a trace. His phone's dead. I'm not expecting to find him alive.
OK. Thank you all for another late one. Night-night.
Congratulations to Janet and Rachel, who have both passed the promotion board!
No bombs, no lunatics.
Thank you. See you tomorrow.
Night.
I do cook food sometimes.
Like what?
Like, fish fingers...sometimes.
And I bought some onions.
Congratulations.
When I was ready for 'em, they had these plants growing out the top of 'em, which is why I hate onions.
You weren't ready for them for a while, then.
Life is too short for chopping up things that make you cry
and make your fingers stink - the other reason I hate them.
Rache, can I call you back?
I'm doing you a routine. Don't you like it?
No, I do, but I think something's up with Elise. I'd better go.
Bye-bye. Bye.
Are you all right?
I need to talk to you.
What is it?
I want to live with my dad.
Why did you tell her she could live with Dad?
Because she can.
Why did no-one ask me? It's got nothing to do with you!
Of course it has. It affects all of us. But it is Elise's choice.
It's my legal choice.
It's so rude to Mum!
I don't think it is. Why do you look like you've been crying, then?
I'm 18. You only want to live round there cos you fancy Alfie.
That is rubbish. I want to live round there because it's fun.
There's other kids there, Dad and Eleanor come back from work at normal times,
they eat tea together and dance in the kitchen.
I'm left here on my own with Granny! Stop shouting.
You love being with her. Not all the time! Shut up now!
Don't worry. I heard every word.
We'll all miss Elise.
I'll miss her like crazy, but she's not going to the moon.
It is her choice.
It's something that she wants to try, and we'll all get used to it.
And we'll be fine.
And I'll try not to be too boring.
Thanks, Mum. You're brilliant.
You'd better get to bed, Missy.
You've never happy with how I do that.
Oh, for God's sake!!
What are you shouting at me for?
I don't want to fall out over the dishwasher.
Well, stop twiddling about with it, then.
I'm supposed to be a help around here. I just seem to be a hindrance.
The search is underway.
Good.
Are you all right?
Fine. Just had a phone call. Fine, thank you.
I've got to choose between Rachel and Janet for your job.
That shouldn't be down to you. Damn right.
The board are set on having one of them. Continuity blah-blah.
They were the two best candidates, nothing in it, HR say I'm the one who's got to decide.
Well, you will. And you'll make the right choice.
Who would you choose?
Ma'am, that's not for me to say. No. You're right, I will.
Anyway...classified.
Thank you.
And then it says, "Fry until translucent."
Yeah. Do they want me to get a bit of onion out of the pan and hold it up to the window?
No, it means when it's not white and hard anymore -
when it's gone a bit floppy and shiny and a bit...well, yeah, see-through.
I don't mean see-through like - Glass or something actually see-through?
Well, yeah. Sort of vaguely see-through.
We've had a call in. Says his name's John. He's prepared to talk to us about Robin.
Not on record and not at his home. Gill wants us to go.
OK.
I think that's him.
Where's he off to?
Excuse me.
I'm Janet. We met in the pub.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm talking about Robin. Being worried about Robin.
And I think you probably are too.
That's why you rang in.
You can talk to me.
They were all laughing about it.
We was all laughing about it.
They said they'd roughed him up and shut him in the boot of a car.
Whose car?
Jackie Boy's.
Jackie Boy was saying, "I'll let him out in a bit."
I'm like, "You're joking. He's still in there?"
He goes, "Just let him stew on it while I have a pint."
And then...
they went off to let him out, but...
they said they was gonna come back.
And then Jackie Boy came back on his own, and I go, 'How's Twister?"
Is Twister Robin?
You seen his...you seen his face?
I goes, "How's Twister?"
And he goes...
"I let him out the boot, and he ran off like a scared cat.
We won't be seeing him for a few days."
There's two of them. Stephen Jackson. His nickname is Jackie Boy.
He's a squaddie, or was, that's not clear.
And his pal, who's called Nick Hennessy.
Your timing is immaculate.
Why? The search of the McKendrick's house was a wash-out.
The cadaver dog was like, "Game on." They ripped the floor up. Nothing.
Shit.
Mm. Mr McKendrick's doing his nut.
Shit.
This'll pacify Her Majesty.
If we're on the right track.
We're not relying on the opinion of a dog, so that's got to be progress.
Jackie Boy and Nick brag about locking Robin in the boot of the car. They think it's hilarious.
The two of them go off to release him.
And Jackie Boy comes back not long after, just Jackie Boy, not Nick,
and he says they let Robin out of the boot of his car, he ran off like a scared cat,
but the following day, Saturday, Jackie Boy reported his car stolen.
I looked on Jackie Boy's Facebook page. Every time he so much as farts he shares it with Nick and Ethan.
So I went looking on Ethan's Facebook page to see what he'd been posting,
and I found this photo that he'd shared at 9:15 on Friday night,
which was still on some of his pals' pages, but which he'd taken down from his own, ten past midnight.
It's a photo of Robin looking messed up and petrified in the boot of a car.
Did Ethan take the photo?
I don't know.
Robin's missing. Jackie Boy's reported his car missing.
The last sighting of Robin we've got, potentially,
is this photo, Friday night, in the boot of Jackie Boy's car.
So have they killed him?
I think that Ethan was possibly Facebooking from home when he posted the photo.
There's a lot of activity for someone who's on the move. But if Ethan took the photo,
and he didn't go on to the pub, maybe he doesn't know what happened next.
Or maybe he found out later, and whatever he found out made him take it down. Mm.
We need to concentrate on that timeline - when the photo's posted, to when it's taken down.
I want telecoms for these three - who's phoning who.
CCTV from the pub should show us who's bobbing in and out and when.
We could arrest Jackie Boy for assault. Assault and abduction.
The photo verifies what this witness told Janet.
I think it might be an idea to talk to Ethan first.
If he's caught up in some of it, but not the worst of it,
he'll be scared, and want to save his skin. He might tell us what he knows.
What d'you think, Boss?
I think we could arrest Jackie Boy for something bigger than assault and abduction
once we've spoken to Ethan, so let's start with Ethan.
Hiya.
Detective Constable Rachel Bailey. Detective Constable Pete Readyough.
Is Ethan in?
He is, yeah. Come in.
Thank you.
Ethan, the police are here!
He had nothing to do with it.
I'm delighted to inform you that you have been selected to be our new sergeant.
Can't.
What do you mean, you can't?
Sorry. Timing's not good.
Why?
Home.
You went before the board yesterday. What's happened?
Last night, I found out everyone still needs more looking after than I realised.
And what they don't need is more change.
Who needs all this looking after?
Well, um...Elise has decided to move in with Ade and Eleanor Goodhead.
And Taisie and my mum are in meltdown about being boring,
left behind, rejected.
So it doesn't seem a good time to be more absent than I already am.
Are you being a martyr?
No. Cos it just gives you cancer.
I'm not aiming for that either.
They'll all calm down. They'll get used to you being busier.
I will be a sergeant one day, no question, just not now.
It's for my own satisfaction.
They've nearly flown the coop. I've nearly done it. I just don't want to mess up this last leg.
I'm really sorry to mess you around.
You're not just scared of the challenge? No.
Do you want time to think?
No.
OK. Listen. Erm...
I was asked to choose between you and Rachel.
Because you were - you are...
neck and neck on merit, you're just different animals.
So...
what I'm going to do, in the light of this conversation, is erm...
offer it to Rachel.
Right.
Please don't tell her I offered it to you first.
It won't serve any purpose.
The last thing she needs is to feel insecure about it,
which she's prone to, in spite of all the bluster.
What do you reckon?
I won't tell her.
Thank you.
OK. We've had the first account. Ethan's opened up to us, and what he's saying is...
They beat him up.
Jackie Boy and Nick.
Jackie Boy mostly.
What about you?
I just watched, really.
Nothing.
That's what he said to me before what's happened's happened, so...
After they put him in the boot, I came straight back here.
He did.
I swear.
Next thing I knew about anything, I got a phone call off of Nick.
Five past midnight.
Woke us up.
Thanks, Claire.
What did Nick say?
He goes, "Twister's dead."
You've got to tell them everything, babe.
He goes...
"He's dead, and we've left him in the car and dumped it."
Have they killed him?
Ethan swears he only knows that he ended up dead.
That's good enough. Write in the policy book, we're pursuing it as a No Body murder. Go on.
Nick dumped the car and the body. Where?
Ethan says Audenshaw. We think -
In the quarry. Flooded quarry.
Let's scope out the quarry. Call the underwater search lads. We need their services tomorrow.
Get a proper statement off Ethan. See where we are after that.
Just a sec, Rachel. I want a word.
Sit down.
You're going to be our new sergeant.
Wow.
Are you pleased?
Yes.
Good.
I didn't expect that.
Are you OK with staying here? They want continuity. It's unusual.
Yeah. You have to conduct yourself differently as a sergeant. You just do.
You're going to have to do that in front of colleagues who know the old you very well. It won't be easy.
Yeah, but...
They do know the old me, good and bad.
They've seen me be flaky, but they've also seen me be good at my job.
If I went somewhere new, I'd have to prove myself, anyway.
You have to prove yourself wherever you are. I know that.
Don't be defensive. I believe in you. That's the attitude you need to rein in.
If you keep up the self-discipline, as you are doing,
if you don't let your personal life get ridiculous again, I know you'll do brilliantly.
Thank you.
Don't let me down.
I won't.
Rache?
What's up?
I'm going to be sergeant here.
Well, that's good, isn't it?
Yeah, Janet, it's brilliant.
Best thing that's ever happened to me.
Is it a bit much, then?
Yeah, it's a bit...
Aww.
I'm sorry it wasn't you.
I mean, I was convinced it would be, cos you've already been acting sergeant.
I'm glad it's you. I'm fine.
Really? Yeah.
Will they make you a sergeant somewhere else? We'll see, won't we?
This is so big, Janet. It feels like I've been banging my head against this wall,
and someone's shoved a door open and said, "Come in, step out of the shit, into the sunshine."
I'm talking bollocks.
I liked it.
It's a line in the sand.
Yes. Chaos behind me.
Yup. I am talking bollocks.
No, you're not. You're saying big, true things. When we do, there's always a risk that it'll sound -
Like bollocks.
I don't want to make a statement.
Right.
And what's made you change your mind, Ethan?
Dunno.
Is it to do with loyalty?
Loyalty to your friends?
Dunno.
Because from what you've told us,
you didn't do any harm to Robin, so you've got nothing to worry about there.
We can help you.
I've made up my mind.
What will Claire say, when you tell her that you haven't made a statement, when you said you would?
And what about Robin's family?
Because they need to know what happened to him.
Imagine if that was your brother.
I'm not going to do it.
Ethan refuses point blank to make a statement.
He won't shop his mates now his girlfriend's not in the room. I spent an hour with him.
We could arrest him for assault and interview him under caution, but I reckon he'll no comment.
Without a statement, everything he's said is just intelligence, not evidence. Keep working on him.
The more I push him, the more he refuses.
I could try his girlfriend.
OK. Let's back off now. Let's house Jackie Boy and Nick tonight, go knocking first thing.
Arrest them on suspicion of murder.
Hi, Janet, what are you thinking?
We've found tyre marks at the water's edge, and there are oily patches on the water.
And there's oil on the grass at the water's edge,
as you'd expect if a car had been submerged, so we're thinking -
Turn out a diving team.
Yeah.
Police! Open up!
Someone in. Just seen 'em. OK.
Police! Show yourselves! Police!
Got him. Take the car. You stay here.
Stephen!
White male making a run for it. Giving chase.
31-23-1. Chasing!
DC 31-23. Any update?
Ginnels. Thompson Road, north.
DC 31-23 requires assistance.
DC 31-23. What's your location?
Canal. Canal!
Nick. I can see you.
Stephen Jackson, I'm arresting you, you bastard.
You're locked up.
He's trussed up in plastic. He was lying on the bottom of the quarry.
I'll get it in a body bag as is and follow it to the mortuary.
How long before they get the car out?
A couple of hours.
Should Janet hold off?
No. Tell her to get cracking. We can feed things in as we go.
According to our system, you reported your car stolen on Saturday.
Can you tell me a bit about that, please, Stephen?
My car went missing.
When did it go missing?
Friday night.
Where was it when you last saw it?
I gave all its details when I rang in it was stolen.
Yes, you said you that the last time you saw it, it was parked on Skinner's Lane in Ashton
at about 8:30 on Friday evening. Is that right?
Yeah.
Do you know Robin McKendrick?
Everyone knows Twister, yeah.
Did you see Robin the night your car went missing?
I think I did, yeah.
We spoke to a witness who chatted to you in the pub that night,
and they told us that you told them a story about you and Robin. Can you tell me what that story was?
I can't remember.
Was it the story that you put Robin in the boot of your car?
Oh, it was a joke.
We found a photo of Robin in the boot of your car, on Facebook.
Ethan Fearnley posted it.
Can you tell me anything about that?
We only put him in there for a laugh.
It was just for a bit.
And when we went back, the car's gone.
The little so-and-so's nicked it.
Robin hasn't got a driving licence.
Doesn't mean he can't drive.
I don't reckon the lad'd be capable.
Hi, Gill.
It's a woman!
You're joking.
I'm not bloody joking! It's a woman. Scary Mary just unravelled it.
There's this woman in a flowery dress! This is what happens when you poke about in quarries!
It's not gonna be Jackie Boy's car.
That's what I thought. But Mitch rung - they found the registration plates dumped by the quarry.
You didn't report your car stolen until Saturday - the day after it went missing.
What was the reason for that?
I thought it was just a wind-up. I wound him up, he wound me up back.
The witness remembers you saying that when you let Robin out of the boot of your car,
he ran off like a scared cat.
I wasn't gonna let on that he'd got one over on me and pinched it, was I?
In your stolen car report, there's no mention that you suspected Robin McKendrick of having stolen it.
What was the reason for you not mentioning that?
What was the reason for you winding Robin up in the first place?
He doesn't control his dog.
He let it mess on our doorstep.
So I told him. He told me to "eff off".
So that's when we've decided to teach him a lesson.
He'd have done well to drive in that condition, wouldn't he?
Hello, boss.
It's Mitch.
So I asked him if he knew anything about this woman's body wrapped in plastic.
And erm...he had quite a strong reaction.
No, no, no, I don't know nothing about that! Nothing!
OK. Now, we also found your car in the quarry, Stephen, with Robin's body in it.
Yeah? Well, he'll have driven it in there, won't he?
What explanation do you think there can be for Robin removing and dumping your number plates,
and then driving himself into the quarry?
We found the number plates from your car buried in silt by the quarry.
Do you think we're going to find Robin's fingerprints on them?
I need to talk to you in private.
Confession time.
They're compiling it now.
Godzilla rang me from the mortuary. She said, "Come and meet your first body as a sergeant."
The woman?
Yeah.
Bloody hell, Rache. You're off.
Yep.
Deep puncture wound.
Two to six weeks in the water, you're saying?
Yeah.
Could I have a look at her teeth?
What are you thinking?
Could you be years out?
No.
Could a body that had been killed a long time ago but preserved somehow...
Preserved how?
I don't know.
Frozen? Could a body that had been killed a long time ago and then frozen,
and then dumped in water recently, look like that?
How long ago are you talking?
22 - no, 23 years ago.
Are you saying you think you know who this is?
This is mad. You'll think I'm mad. It is.
But I think this could possibly be Mandy Sweeting.
Mitch just told me.
What? You think it might be Mandy Sweeting.
It's pie in the sky.
My dad worked on that case.
So he did.
I'd love to work on it. It doesn't exist. I know it doesn't. But if it does, can I stay?
It's not up to me. It's completely hypothetical.
All I'm asking is, if it's got legs, then Rachel will need someone shadowing her cos it'll go massive.
All I'm asking is, if it is -
can I apply to stay on for a bit and you let me work on it? It'd mean the world to me, Gill.
Debrief. Now.
Congratulations, Rache.
Thank you.
No disrespect, I didn't see that coming, you getting Rob's job.
You and me both, pal.
Classic Rachel. Toast hits the deck butter side up. Jammy side up.
Thank you for staying late.
Quite an eventful day.
Well done.
The PM on Robin McKendrick is now complete.
Cause of death - he choked on his own vomit.
Bruising on his wrists shows he was restrained, presumably while in the boot.
Professor Jackson's theory is he was unable to clear his passages because his hands were tied together.
Panic attacks can make you sick. He was on medication for that.
Nick has no-commented. But Jackie Boy's made a confession.
He's saying it was all an accident. When he and Nick went back to the boot, they found Robin dead.
He said Robin was in a mess because he'd vomited.
Nick drove the body to the quarry, propped Robin up in the driving seat and pushed the car in.
He's saying they never meant to do him any harm.
They bloody did. They used that boy like a punch bag. Everybody did.
They just didn't mean to get into trouble for it. Jackie Boy says he's got anger issues.
Join the club.
The only proof we've got on him is for assault, which he's never denied.
And concealing a body.
It's manslaughter.
But we can't prove causation. We can't prove they knew that what they did could cause Robin to die.
His solicitor knows that. That's why she advised him to confess. She's going for accidental death.
They attacked, confined and restrained a person,
which caused his death, and they've pulled out every stop to get away with it.
Charge them both with assault, abduction and concealing a body,
and put in an advice file for manslaughter.
And Ethan?
Jackie Boy says he did nothing.
Yeah, we still want a statement off him. Keep on at him. And his girlfriend.
Housekeeping. Rachel is, as of today, acting sergeant, running the investigation on the second body.
She'll become sergeant proper in two weeks time when Rob leaves.
Ma'am. Yes, Chris.
Is it true you think the second body might be Mandy Sweeting?
Apart from the fact there's nothing to suggest a connection between her and Jackie Boy,
I haven't the foggiest who she is. I had a guess,
which I stupidly voiced.
If it is her, which it won't be, we'll deal with it.
We're getting her dental records. I will look like an imbecile, something you can look forward to.
Until that time, I don't want to hear another word breathed about it in this building or outside it.
Is that clear?
Janet.
Pub?
Yeah.
Mandy Sweeting.
The pathologist's view is the body had been frozen.
Are you telling me? I'm advising you. We're an equal rank.
My dad worked on the investigation. It's unbelievably shallow and shoddy.
It's one of the most depressing things I've read.
How's the online dating?
This week, I am mostly attracting widowers.
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