You are a child! I'm not I'm not having sex! You're 15 years old, for God's sake, I mean, it's illegal! Do you realise that?
Of course you realise that, but getting drink?
You silly fool! What do think your father's gonna say?
- Do you realise
- Look, I'm leaving! Right! Night, night, darling.
Mam?
'.
.
no novelty acts, and auditions are being held in a theme park for the first time.
' Mam?
Oh, for crying out loud! I've just been up here!
- You found us, then?
- Oh, shut up.
Who'd live round here?
It's like a bloody maze! A quiet maze.
Good schools, low crime rate.
Huh, not that low, apparently.
So come on, take me through it.
Our victim's name is Alison Glenn.
43
-year
-old housewife.
She was found dead in the back garden at 7:00 this morning.
Seems like someone decided to cr*ck open her skull.
Who found the body?
Her son Elliot.
- What age?
- Ten.
Was there no
-one else in the house?
Big sister Molly, 15.
She's the one who called it in.
And where are they now?
Across the road at a friend's house.
I've got Jac with them.
Kids went to bed at nine.
Mum stayed up.
Neither said they heard anything through the night.
Husband's a prison officer at Greenpoint.
He was at work.
Those patio doors, were they closed or open when the lad found her?
Open.
- Forced?
- They're intact.
There's no sign of any struggle.
Not in here, no.
No prizes for guessing the cause of death.
We're looking at a blunt force trauma wound
- to the back of the skull.
- Struck from behind.
That would be my opinion.
- How many blows?
- More than one, less than ten.
Someone saw red, then.
- Did she put up a fight?
- No sign of any defence wounds.
What about a w*apon?
If you look here, there are particles of stone embedded in the wound and hair.
So we're looking for a stone or a rock.
That one's been removed.
That could well be our m*rder w*apon.
And if it was, they improvised.
- She wasn't scared.
- Ma'am?
She was dressed for bed.
Lured out here.
And whoever or whatever it was, she wasn't afraid of it.
Go on.
I mean, that time of night! No husband, kids upstairs.
Most women would stay put, lock the door, maybe even call us.
But not her.
She came right out here to meet it.
- Which means
- She knew her k*ller! Exactly.
Let's go talk to those bairns.
- How are they bearing up?
- I think they're still in shock.
- Who's that?
- Asha Dabra.
Family friend.
Seemed she and the victim were close.
You talk with her.
I'll handle the kids.
Thanks.
My name's Vera Stanhope.
And I'm a police officer.
I'm very sorry about your mam.
Now I know it's hard, but I am going to have to ask you some questions.
All right?
She was m*rder*d, wasn't she?
I'm afraid right now that is what it looks like, pet.
My sergeant tells me you were both home last night, is that right?
Did either of you see what happened?
We were asleep.
Oh.
Yeah, you were both up in bed by nine.
Yeah.
It's a terrible shock.
Just awful.
I mean, you don't expect this kind of thing to happen in Larchford.
We can't believe it, can we, Sahil?
Were you friends with Mrs Glenn?
Yeah.
We worked together.
- Well, I worked.
Alison volunteered.
- Volunteered where?
At the Larchford Day Centre.
Near the library.
It's a drop
-in centre for pensioners.
Team bingo, mostly.
When was the last time you spoke to Alison?
Yesterday morning, at the centre.
She was working up until lunchtime.
Either of you see anyone last night in the street?
Hear anything?
Can you think of anyone who would want to harm Mrs Glenn?
Sahil?
OK, I need you to think hard.
Did your mam seem her usual self?
Do you mean, was she acting like she might get m*rder*d sometime soon?
I know this is hard, and I know you're upset, but if I'm going to find out who did this to your mam, I'm going to need your help.
All right?
Hm?
How did your mam seem over the past couple of weeks?
She was just .
.
Mum.
She was just our mum.
All right, lass.
Ma'am?
You're needed outside.
- I need to see my wife! It's my home!
- That's enough!
- Get your hands off me!
- Mr Glenn!
- I want to see my wife!
- That's enough, sir.
- I want to see my wife!
- That's enough.
- Mr Glenn.
Mr Glenn!
- That's it.
Your children are watching.
Now, they need their dad.
OK?
I left at about 6:30 last night.
And how was your wife?
- Fine.
- That was the last time you spoke?
No.
I sent her a text about 8:00, just checking in for the night.
Did she reply to your text?
Aye.
She told me to bring home milk.
Michael, can you think of anyone who might have wanted to do this?
Everyone liked Alison.
Lots of friends, eh?
Her and Asha were sort of close.
At least, they used to be.
Did something happen between them?
Asha and Karim, that's Asha's husband, divorced about a year ago.
Asha's been a bit funny since then, and her and Alison drifted apart.
- What about her family?
- She never knew her parents.
- She was adopted?
- No.
Grew up in care.
How long have you worked at Greenpoint?
- About 15 year.
- You ever had any trouble there?
There's always trouble there.
Could what happened to your wife be somehow connected to the prison?
No, no.
Definitely not.
- Are you sure of that?
- Positive.
OK, then, Michael.
That's it for now.
I'm afraid you can't go back to your house until my officers have finished their work.
Is there somewhere you and the kids can stay?
Right.
I want to see Alison.
- We'll make arrangements.
- I want to see her today! Alison Glenn, 43, your typical middle
-class suburban wife.
Cause of death, blunt force trauma to the back of the head.
Nice house, nice kids, nice life.
There's no obvious motive at the moment, but someone had a reason.
Now there's two things to take from the crime scene.
One, the k*ller improvised, we think used a rock from the garden.
Which suggests this was opportunistic rather than premeditated.
- Have we found this rock yet?
- Still searching.
Now the second thing is, the location, the back garden.
I think our victim knew her k*ller.
Which prompts the question
- Why didn't they use the front door?
- Correct.
Now, come on, wake up, I want to know everything about her life.
Mark, all the usual things
-
- bank statements, phone logs, emails, social media.
Kenny, draw me up a timeline.
I want to know everything she did right up until last night.
And Jack, talk to the neighbours.
And we'll check out the husband's work.
He's adamant prison was not a factor.
But let's not rule that out.
What?
- That was Greenpoint Prison.
- And?
They said Michael Glenn wasn't at work last night.
Annual leave.
You lied to us, Michael.
I didn't lie.
You never actually asked if I was at work last night.
You were in your uniform, Michael! I'd just found out my wife was dead.
I wasn't exactly thinking straight.
- So where were you?
- At a pub with my brother, Jason.
- I stayed over at his place.
- Now here's the thing.
You booked last night off a week ago.
And your wife and kids thought you were at work.
And you left the house yesterday evening dressed for the part.
So if you were just going to the pub with your brother, why all the cloak and dagger?
I didn't want Alison to know.
Why not?
About six year ago, we had trouble getting credit.
Turns out Jason had been applying for loans using our address.
Took ages to sort out.
Alison pretty much washed her hands of him.
I'd have done the same.
- But you didn't?
- I wish I had.
At least then I would have been at home with Alison last night.
Maybe he made an honest mistake.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe not.
Oh, come on, he's not stupid.
He'd have known we'd check his work and if he was planning on using a false alibi, then he would have picked a harder one to cr*ck.
Look, nothing about this m*rder suggests it was planned.
Maybe it was just buying more time to concoct an alibi with his brother.
- You've got a tendency to think the worst of people.
You know that?
- It stops me from being disappointed.
- You can't leave them there.
- I'm going to take them out.
When?
They've been lying there for a week.
Jason Glenn?
- Who wants to know?
- DCI Vera Stanhope.
This is DS Healy.
Can we have a word inside?
Hold on.
- When did this happen?
- Sometime last night.
- Michael never told you?
- What?
No My phone's been off.
Ah.
Bloody hell.
Seven missed calls.
Is Michael all right?
Oh, God.
The kids.
- I should go and see them.
- No, there's time for that.
Right now I need to ask you some questions.
Like, where were you last night?
I was out.
With Michael.
- Were you with him all night?
- Er, yeah.
Turned up about seven.
Erm, went down the Admiral, the pub off Carol Street.
The game was on.
What time did you leave?
Throwing
-out time.
At midnight.
- Did you go on anywhere else?
- Nah.
We just come back home, like.
What about this morning?
When I got up, he'd already gone.
I just assumed he'd gone home.
Michael tells us you and Alison didn't get on too well.
Is that right?
Look I'll hold my hands up and admit I've caused a bit of trouble for Michael and Alison in the past.
But I don't think that was the real reason Alison didn't like us.
So what was the real reason?
- She was jealous.
- Of you?
- Of me and Michael.
She could never understand .
.
how close we are.
Don't always get on.
But we always stand by each other.
She didn't get that.
And how did Michael feel about that?
Well, I mean, he loved her.
Obviously.
I'd do anything for her, but Alison had to be in control of everything.
I think that was a strain for him.
I don't trust that Jason as far as I can throw him.
But we nay have to consider the fact that Alison had Michael on a tight leash.
- Are we saying he was henpecked?
- Mm.
That's a weak motive, isn't it?
It's not about motivation.
It's about opportunity.
Right now Jason is backing his brother's alibi.
Aye.
Which is why I want you two down the Admiral pub asking questions.
Make sure they WERE both there.
Er, did you talk to the neighbours?
One guy said he saw a red hatchback parked near the Glenn house,
- round about ten o'clock.
- Registration?
No, but he said it was old, had a broken headlight right
-hand side.
See if you can chase it up.
Kenny, timeline?
Yeah, Alison Glenn had a shift at the day centre yesterday.
Left about two.
Picked up Elliot from school.
Had another appointment with her daughter's form teacher at four.
What was that about?
I'm not sure.
But Alison made the appointment that morning, so.
.
could have been something urgent.
I want to talk to that teacher.
OK.
- Ma'am.
- What?
- I've been trying to contact the victim's dad, but there's no number for him.
That's because he doesn't exist.
She was brought up in care.
No, she had family.
Her dad, Robert Naresby.
Her brother, Tom.
Her mam, Ann
-Marie, I'm still trying to trace her.
- Her dad and brother live in Corbridge?
- Yeah, past 30 years.
- You must have made a mistake.
- No mistake, Michael.
Alison didn't have a family.
Her mother d*ed when she was a baby.
She was brought up in a care home.
- Which care home?
- Oh! I don't know! Someplace outside Newcastle.
She never really spoke about it.
It was difficult for her.
Like, I don't know who these people are.
Looking for Robert Naresby.
- That's me dad.
- Is he about?
You shouldn't be here.
He doesn't like it when people come round.
We're not just people, we're police.
Are you?
I want to be a policeman.
Are you Tom Naresby?
Tom.
Soup's ready.
- But Dad
- Inside.
Whatever you've got to say, say it quick.
You're trespassing.
We need to talk to you about your daughter.
Alison.
Appreciate you coming out here.
But we already know about Alison.
Heard it on the news this morning.
When did you last see your daughter?
25 years ago when she walked out on me and her brother.
- Why did she walk out?
- Never said.
- She must have had a reason.
- I suppose she must have.
But now we'll never know what it was.
Ever try to make contact with her?
- No.
- She only lived half an hour away.
So the bloke on the news said.
How about you, Tom?
- Nay point asking him.
- And why is that?
He doesn't understand things.
How about her mam?
Was she and Alison close?
I doubt it.
She ran out on us ten years before Alison did.
- Know where we can find her?
- No.
Mr Naresby Alison had a family, a husband, children You've got a couple of grandkids.
OK.
I know you're just doing your job.
But he stopped being a part of our family the day she walked out.
We won't be grieving her.
And we've got no interest in seeing her family.
Now .
.
if you're done, you can go.
Just one last question, Mr Naresby.
Where were you last night?
We were here.
We're always here.
'You're meeting with Molly's form teacher after parents' evening tonight.
8pm.
' Now we know why Alison Glenn told her husband she was an orphan.
Who'd want a dad like him?
Yeah, maybe.
But there again, denying his existence is a bit over the top, isn't it?
I don't know.
Charlie's got a big brother and her and her family haven't spoken to him in a decade.
But you know he exists.
I bet she doesn't going around saying she's an only child.
I suppose.
25 years ago Alison walked out.
And his anger is still as strong.
Check old man Naresby out.
I'll drop you back at the station.
- Where are YOU going?
- Back to school.
Of course we were all very shocked to hear about Mrs Glenn.
Of course.
Aye.
- Do we know what happened to her?
- Oh, it's early days yet.
Molly's form teacher.
- DCI Stanhope.
- Tina Brennan.
So, er, how can we help?
Alison Glenn arranged a meeting here at the school yesterday.
Yes.
She came to see me.
Was she worried about Molly?
Mrs Glenn had some concerns
- about her and another pupil in her class.
- Sahil Dabra.
The lad who lives on her street?
Yeah.
She felt Sahil had developed an unhealthy interest in Molly.
Unhealthy?
What does that mean?
Well, obviously we're dealing with teenagers, lots of hormones.
Crushes, infatuations are par for the course.
However, Sahil's feelings for Molly are unusually intense.
It's probably just a phase.
Even so, we agreed to Mrs Glenn the request to have Molly moved to another class, as a precaution.
As a precaution to what?
About a month ago, Molly had a bit of an altercation with a pupil in Year 9.
When Sahil found out about it, he att*cked the lad outside the school.
Sahil shattered the boy's jaw.
Oh, Molly, love! Come on, we're going to Jason's house.
Headmaster said Sahil Dabra was a model student until last year when his parents divorced.
Since then he's been trouble.
Lost interest in his studies.
Gets into scraps.
Even so, it is a bit of a jump to go from school bad boy to cold
-blooded k*ller.
Aye, but she wasn't k*lled in cold blood, was she?
It's a crime of passion, and there's nowt more passionate than a teenager in love.
Sahil likes to come in and help set up before going to school.
Right now he's helping us design a website for the centre.
The police want to speak to you.
- I was just heading off.
- No, we won't keep you long, pet.
Just wanted a chat about your relationship with Molly.
He has no time for relationships.
He's far too busy with his studies.
- Molly and me are friends.
- Now, your headmaster thinks you'd like it to be a bit more than that.
Says you've got quite the crush.
That must have been hard, you feeling the way you do about the lass.
And then her mam disapproving of you like that.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
- Mrs Glenn complained to the school about Sahil's obsession with Molly.
- Obsession?
That's ridiculous.
He's known the girl most of his life.
I had no problem with Mrs Glenn.
Even though she was trying to get Molly moved out of your class?
There was nothing I could do about that.
- Could have talked to her.
- I didn't.
- Why not?
- Because I wasn't that bothered.
- When did you last see Mrs Glenn?
- Can't remember.
Did you see her the night she d*ed?
Sahil was with me all night, and neither of us left the house.
I don't know where you're getting all of this from.
Sahil's a good boy.
And now he's late for school.
- That lad's got a lot of anger.
- Aye.
As does his mam.
- Do you think she's covering for him?
- I think she would if she had to.
Here you are.
Kenny's got something for us.
Right Michael Glenn lied.
Again.
Barman at the Admiral confirmed Jason and Michael arrived at 7:30,
- but Michael left at 9:00.
- Said he didn't return till last orders.
But we've got a cab driver that picked him up and dropped him off at an address in South Shields.
- Audrey Latham.
- She's registered to the address.
- Michael's still at his brother's flat.
I can pick him up.
- No.
Let's go and talk to this Audrey first before we talk to Michael.
Come on.
- Audrey Latham?
- Yes?
No, pet.
Never seen him before.
Are you sure about that?
Only, we've a witness says this fella visited you two nights ago, in the evening, about 10:00.
No, pet.
Nobody visits me.
Unless you count the health visitor, but she's not been round in weeks.
What about the name?
Michael Glenn?
I knew a Joyce Glenn.
We were good friends, but she emigrated way back.
Lives in Canada now.
Least, I think she does.
- Anybody else live here?
- Just me.
Husband?
He's up there, love.
Oh.
So, two nights ago, a fella did not come here?
Even if he had, I wouldn't have let him in.
Can't be letting strange men in here.
I'd get myself a reputation.
Tried a few doors down the street.
Nobody had a visit from Michael Glenn.
Never even heard of him.
What was he doing out here?
Maybe he liked the view.
It was dark.
There was no view.
Talk to that cab driver again, make sure he gave us the right address.
And check out Audrey too, see if there's any connection at all to Michael Glenn.
And in the meantime, I'll talk to him again.
What time was that?
I'll be there as soon as I can.
- That's Molly.
She's in hospital.
- What's happened?
I dunno.
Michael's in a state.
Well, come on.
I'll give you a lift.
I need to talk to your brother anyway.
Alcohol poisoning.
Police found her collapsed in the town centre.
Drank her weight in vodka and they had to pump her stomach.
Bloody hell! Has she ever done anything like that before?
Normally I'd say no.
But ever since she's been hanging around with Sahil
- Sahil was with her?
- Aye.
Till the police turned up.
Then he ran off ands left her like a bloody coward.
- I need to go and see her.
- Aye.
We'll look after Elliot.
What the hell was she thinking?
Should be grieving her mam, not going out, getting smashed out of her head.
Well, maybe that is her grieving.
Yeah.
She should be thinking about Michael, trying to help HIM.
Is that what YOU were doing when we last spoke?
Cos yesterday you told me both of you were in the pub all night.
Elliot, mate, um, why don't you gan and get yourself some chocolate?
The machine's just over there.
- Right, he might have popped out for a bit.
- Oh, it's more than a bit, love.
I've got a cab driver, tells me he took him down to South Shields and brought him back too.
Said Michael didn't get to the pub until almost closing time.
I didn't notice.
You didn't notice your own brother leaving the pub for three hours?
Look, if you want to know where he was, go and ask HIM.
Jason.
Oh Let me guess.
- It's eaten your money.
- It didn't drop.
There you go.
You didn't see that.
Where's Mam?
Hey, your mam She's with a friend of mine.
And he's going to find out why she d*ed.
So your friend's a pathologist?
Yeah, she is.
And you're a very bright young man.
They don't think I am.
They think I'm stupid.
Won't tell me anything.
Just give me chocolate.
Well, anything you wanna know, just ask me.
I'll tell you, if I can.
Is it bad to break a promise?
Well, that depends.
- On what?
- Well, on why you're breaking it.
I mean, sometimes, you have to, don't you?
Cos that's the right thing to do.
There was a man.
What man?
The day before Mam d*ed.
Big shop near the house.
He frightened her.
As soon as Mam saw him, she went white.
I could feel her shaking.
Whoever that fella was, he scared the hell out of Alison.
Elliot said they practically ran from the shop.
Excuse me, love.
DCI Stanhope, Northumberland & City Police.
We need to see your CCTV footage.
- Can you organise that, love?
- Of course.
Looking for footage three days ago, early afternoon.
Mother and son.
There you are.
That's Alison.
Here we go.
Stop it there! I've already told you.
We haven't seen her in over 25 years.
Well, maybe you haven't seen her, but Tom saw Alison last week while he was doing a bit of shopping.
What is this?
I asked you a question.
I'm sorry, Dad.
You stupid, little Hey, hey! Mr Naresby, that's enough, sir! That's enough!
- Come on, this way.
- He's my son! Get off me! Get your hands off me! I need you to keep calm, sir.
You can't speak to him on his own.
He doesn't know what he's saying, man.
Tom, are you going to sit up and talk to me?
It's all right, pet.
He's gone now.
See, I think you went to see Alison just to say hello.
After all, she was your big sister, wasn't she, mm?
And you hadn't seen each other in, well, a long while.
But what I don't get, though .
.
is how did you know where she was?
I saw a picture.
I found it at the swimming pool.
I go there every Tuesday.
Terry my key worker he takes me.
Well, you've got a sharp eye.
How did you get there?
I
-I I took a bus.
I took two buses.
Did you?
Yeah.
Did you see Alison?
So what did you do?
I wanted juice, so I went to the shop.
The big one that I saw when I got off the bus, the 31.
And when I was there, I .
.
I saw Alison.
And the boy.
- His name's Elliot.
- Yeah.
Well, I saw them .
.
and I said 'Hello, Alison, it's me.
' But she didn't say hello back.
She just turned away and left.
I think she was angry with me.
So what did you do then?
I just came home.
I still miss her.
Aye, I know you do, pet.
Listen, speak to social services again.
See if we can talk to whoever worked with Tom when he was a lad, when Alison was still at home.
- That's over 20 years ago.
- I wanna know why she left.
Sometimes, kids just run away.
Aye, and maybe they lie a bit about where they're from, but that's not what Alison Glenn did.
She told everyone she loved she was an orphan.
She erased her family, wiped them off the board.
And that's a different kind of lie.
That's angry.
That's emotional.
And that's cold.
Get us another one, pet.
It was £1.
20.
They'll change it.
Not rushed off their feet, are they?
- You've done, then?
- Report's behind you.
Anything we don't already know?
She d*ed from a massive trauma caused by a blow to the back of the skull.
Time of death: between ten and four on the night.
So that'll be a no, then.
It says here, 'Evidence of historical scarring'.
Yeah, on her wrists.
They've long since healed.
How old are the scars?
20 years, maybe more.
Alison Glenn made an attempt on her own life sometime in her late teens.
Now, something happened on that Naresby farm and I want to know what it was.
- Maybe Chris Harwen can tell us.
- Who's Chris Harwen?
He's the social worker you asked me to find.
The one assigned to Tom Naresby when Alison was at home.
Well, set me up with a meeting today.
Red hatchback, how are we doing?
No
-one on the Larchford Estate has a car matching that.
- And none of our suspects do either.
- Traffic cameras?
Nearest one's a mile away, but without the registration
- Ma'am, I've got something here, though.
- What?
A cache of deleted emails we found on Alison Glenn's laptop.
There's probably about 20 or so, all of them sent in the last month.
But the last one, this one here, was sent on the night she was k*lled.
Most of them are just abusive, but this one ups the ante.
'I'll make sure that mouth of yours is shut for good.
' Do we know who sent this?
- Email account's fake.
- What about the IP address?
- They're working on it.
- Well, tell 'em to work faster.
Ma'am.
Quite the career change, Mr Harwen.
I'm all the happier for it.
What made you leave social work?
It wasn't for me.
I was young.
Too much of an idealist.
Thought I could make a difference.
It's families like the Naresbys proved to me I could never change anything.
- How long were you with them?
- About eight months, all in.
- I joined the department in 1990.
- Mm.
Tom Naresby was one of my first clients.
- What about Alison?
- I didn't have much to do with her.
- But you remember her, though.
- I remember she was quiet.
Tom was very attached to her.
He'd have taken her death very hard.
Mm.
Our pathologist thinks Alison tried to k*ll herself.
- God! Really?
- Mm.
- When?
- Oh, way back.
- Round about the time you were with them.
- I had no idea.
Did you ever get a sense she was unhappy?
No, I mean, to be honest, I was so focused on Tom, I never really paid Alison that much attention.
She ran away.
Did you know that?
Well, that was after my time.
I only found out through a colleague.
I didn't have to ask.
Her father would have driven her away.
- Mark, have you got that IP address?
- Yeah, matches with the Larchford Day Centre.
Those emails came from there?
Are you sure about that?
Positive.
The emails came from here, traced to the computer in your office.
Well, people come and go in there all the time.
Anyone could've sent them.
Oh, I see.
So all the old codgers have access to the office, do they?
They all know how to make false email accounts and I suppose they've all got a grudge against Alison Glenn! No, of course they haven't, so that leaves you and your son.
You have to understand, Sahil's been having a hard time recently.
Because Alison didn't want him hanging around with Molly?
I don't know what he sees in that girl.
She's trouble.
Alison didn't know half the stuff she got up to.
You think yesterday's drunk episode was a one
-off?
It's nothing to what that girl's capable of.
But, yes, he does have feelings for her.
He's a very sensitive boy.
Well, there wasn't much sensitivity in those emails he sent to her mam.
He didn't mean anything by them, he was lashing out.
It wasn't serious.
Where is Sahil?
At home.
He's not feeling very well.
Right, well, I'll have Uniform pick him up, bring him to the station.
The station?
You can't arrest him! Look, love, you're welcome to come down and wait for him.
Watch your head.
Ah, your mam tells me you're feeling under the weather, Sahil.
Still, don't suppose you're feeling as bad as Molly does.
Ooh! Her dad's not impressed with you, getting his daughter drunk.
I didn't get her drunk.
I was trying to get her home safe.
- Then, why did you abandon her?
- She told me to leave.
Said she didn't wanna hang around with us any more.
- How did that make you feel?
- Fine.
Better off out of it.
- She's always getting us into trouble.
- You do a good job of that yourself, mate.
Everyone wants to paint me as this troublemaker.
Guess it's easier.
But the truth is, I haven't done half the things they say I've done.
No?
Well, how about .
.
sending abusive emails?
Mm?
Loads of 'em.
They were sent to Molly's mam from the computer at the day centre.
Now, whoever sent these definitely had a problem with Alison Glenn.
Did you send 'em?
OK, Sahil.
You don't wanna talk.
It's OK.
Just so you know, there's an officer at your house at the moment going through your things.
OK.
I sent them.
It was me.
- Why did you send 'em?
- Don't know.
Was it because of you and Molly, hm?
- And because Alison interfered?
- It was none of her business.
Course it's her business, Molly's her daughter.
That's what mams do.
They look out for their kids.
And let's face it, she was right to be concerned about you, wasn't she,
- if you were sending these?
- Look, I sent them, all right?
I've admitted it.
So why don't you just do whatever it is you need to do?
- I can't work him out.
- What's there to work out?
The lad's got a temper.
He's violent.
Yeah, but he's got it bad for that lass and I just cannae see him doing anything to hurt her.
Mm.
Anyway, moot point.
If his mum says he was at home that night Mm.
Talking of alibis, did you do any digging into that Audrey Latham?
Nothing.
No connection to Michael Glenn.
Although, interestingly enough, our Audrey was a casino croupier.
Ooh! Place your bets.
Which one?
What?
- Which casino?
- A Regal, I think.
Closed now.
- Aiden, get my coat.
- Why?
We're going out.
The Regal Casino was owned by Brian Delaney.
Fancied himself as a crime lord.
Dealt mainly in dr*gs and gambling .
.
but he was forced out by a rival.
A rival that he took care of.
So Delaney's a m*rder*r?
Aye, and guess which prison he's in?
How's she doing?
They kept her in overnight.
Precaution.
They're giving her the 'dangers of alcohol' speech now.
We need to have a little chat, Michael.
Look, I've heard that speech.
It goes on for months.
You've got time.
Come on.
What's the problem?
Well, the problem is Brian Delaney.
Wanna tell us about him?
It's not what you think it is.
Well, why don't you tell me what it is?
A few months back, Jason got himself into trouble.
- What sort of trouble?
- Debt, a lot of it.
He owed Delaney?
I couldn't help him, we didn't have that sort of money.
So, anyway, one day, Delaney gets word to me in prison.
Makes me an offer.
A chance to work off Jason's debt fast, like.
You were smuggling for him?
Well, nothing that isn't going in and out of Greenpoint on a daily basis.
- So why use Audrey Latham?
- It was Delaney's idea.
I told him I didn't want to deal with any of his g*ons.
What happened the other night?
Delaney changed the game.
I thought I was picking up phones.
Instead, Audrey, she hands over dr*gs.
Not even sure what it was, but I wasn't interested and I walked out.
You should have told us this before, Mr Glenn.
This is not connected to Alison.
Not connected?
You backed out of a deal you made with a known criminal, and not just any criminal
-
- Brian Delaney
-
- and a few hours later, your wife is dead.
Not connected You should've told us, Michael.
You must've found something.
Of course they haven't.
- Audrey, where are they?
- Where's what?
Why are you doing this?
Come on, Audrey.
Delaney get 'em picked up, did he?
Who's Delaney?
The fella who's waiting for these.
I've no idea how they got there.
- Oh, Audrey, love
- I'm telling you.
What do I need with pills, other than the ones that the doctor gave me for my heart?
Oh, that's enough! Now, you've put on a good show, pet, I'll give you that, but don't test my patience.
Do you understand me?
Good.
Now, when did Delaney contact you?
A couple of months back.
He sent a lad round.
I don't know his name.
And he wanted you to act as a go
-between, is that right?
Pass stuff to Michael Glenn.
They'd drop it off in the morning and he'd come and collect it later.
I needed the money, pet.
20 years I worked those tables and in the end, I came out with nothing.
I thought it was just phones.
- It wasn't just phones though, was it?
- Now listen, the other night, when Michael refused to pick up those pills, what did you do?
Nothing.
He just left.
Did you make a call?
Audrey, did you call Delaney?
Audrey Latham made a call to an unregistered number at 11:10 the night Alison was k*lled.
She called Delaney in prison just after Michael Glenn left her house.
- Delaney phone anyone after that?
- We're checking his call history.
So we're saying he arranged a hit on Michael Glenn's wife?
- He's got the contacts.
- Aye, but even so,
- why go after the wife of a prison officer?
- To make Michael co
-operate?
Yeah, but k*lling his wife's hardly gonna make him toe the line, is it?
And he'd have no trouble finding someone else to bring the dr*gs in.
This just doesn't look like Delaney's work.
Too messy.
Kenny, see if you can get hold of Delaney's solicitor.
It's a long sh*t, but let's see if Delaney'll grant us an interview.
Will do.
Ma'am, you're gonna want to hear this.
A search team's been through Sahil Dabra's computer and phone.
They didn't find any more emails, but they did find this.
A message left on his voicemail, 9:50, night of the m*rder.
It's me.
I'm not going back.
I can't live with her.
I'm done with her.
I'm gone.
Call me, Sahil.
That's traffic noise in the background.
You told me you were in bed.
- I went out for a walk.
- Ah, nice try.
OK.
I went to see a friend.
Now, why didn't you tell us this before?
- Didn't think it mattered.
- Ah, come on.
You're smarter than that, love.
What were you arguing about?
Hm?
Must have been about something.
She, er She found some photos on my phone.
- It was a party.
I'd being drinking at it.
- And your mam gave you hell?
Quite right too.
She wouldn't let up.
I had to get out so, after tea, I sneaked out.
- What time did you get back?
- About 11.
And what did your mam say?
I got back in the same way I got out, so she didn't know I was gone.
So you didn't see your mam at all?
No.
But I could hear her.
She was in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher.
Now I wish I'd gone downstairs.
I wish I'd gone down there and screamed at her.
Called her for everything.
I wish I'd told her I hated her .
.
cos, then, she might still be here.
Now, you're not in any trouble, pet .
.
but I am going to need two things from you, OK?
First, no more lies.
Is that understood?
And then I want the name of your friend.
- Project out your voices to the back, OK?
- OK.
Thank you.
- So do you wanna take the place down there?
- Yeah.
OK.
Right, let's go through it again.
Yes, Molly came to see me.
At your home?
Now, why didn't you tell us this before?
Honestly, I was worried about how it looked.
A pupil turning up at my flat in the middle of the night.
Aye, and not just any pupil.
The daughter of a m*rder victim who happens to be with you the night her mam is k*lled.
You're right, and I am sorry.
Why did she come to see you?
She'd had an argument with her mam.
Aye, but why did she come to YOU?
The past few weeks, we've been working on the show together.
We got to know each other, I suppose.
So what happened when she turned up?
Well, I told her she couldn't stay and then I called her a taxi.
That time of night, why didn't YOU drive her home?
Because I don't drive.
My husband does, but he was working.
And even if I did, I wouldn't have taken Molly home.
Why not?
Mrs Glenn was very protective of her.
I doubt she would have enjoyed my involvement.
You were scared of her?
Frankly, yeah.
- How does Molly feel about Sahil?
- How do you mean?
Well, she called him before she came round to yours, which suggests she didn't share her mam's feelings about the boy.
Well, Sahil can be intense, but, to be honest, I think Molly likes him.
So you don't see it as a problem?
Well, I'm not condoning his as*ault on another pupil, but Sahil has had a lot on his plate recently.
Ah, well, he can't be the only kid in the school whose parents have divorced.
Oh, it's not just the divorce.
Why, what else is there?
- Sahil's dad's going after custody?
- Has been for the past year.
Wants him to go and live with him in London.
He's a rich man.
He could win his case.
- What are you doing?
- I'm doing my fish pie.
Royal visit.
Charlie's mum.
She's coming over for dinner tonight.
How does Sahil feel about moving to the big smoke with his dad?
Well, he doesn't want to go.
That's why he's been acting up at school.
Ah, it's just frustration.
But the thing is, his dad's been getting a weekly report from the school.
He wants to prove the lad's not thriving under his mam's care.
Now he's been arrested for sending abusive emails to Alison Glenn.
Well, they'll have a field day with that.
Sounds like a microwave special.
Ah, what's wrong with that?
It's easier than faffing about with fish.
Hey, believe me, I'm happy for the fact.
Anything to keep me out the way of her and her mum.
- It can't be that bad.
- You think?
I'll have to sit there listening to them sniping at one another the whole night and then, when I do try and play peacemaker, they close ranks and start on me.
Never get between my wife and her mother.
She'll always stick up for her.
She's here.
I'd better go.
All right.
Good night.
You again.
Sahil's in his room.
He won't come out.
His arrest was traumatising.
Tell me, do you enjoy destroying young men's futures, DCI Stanhope?
Well, I just came to let you know we won't be pressing charges against Sahil.
Really?
Why the change of heart?
Because he didn't send the emails.
Well, you've got to hand it to him.
He did you proud, confessing.
It was YOU who sent them.
That's preposterous.
Well Alison was supposed to be your friend, wasn't she?
And yet she was always up at the school, complaining about Sahil.
Yeah, that must have hurt, her going after your boy like that.
Especially when she knew how hard you were fighting your ex
-husband for custody.
I asked her.
I begged her to stop going to the school, to come to me about Sahil.
But she kept going.
You know, she wanted Karim to win.
She wanted me to lose my son.
I was so bloody angry with her, I just You just sent death threats and then sat back and let Sahil take the blame.
You threw your son under a bus, love.
I had to.
I couldn't admit to it.
Karim's lawyers would have a field day.
I'd lose custody like that.
Well, I don't fancy your chances now.
He took everything from me when we divorced .
.
and now he wants to take the only thing that I've got left.
Mum?
Sahil, love.
I'm sorry.
It's OK, Mum.
Sahil, you should've told us the truth.
I know, I'm sorry.
I just didn't want my mam getting in trouble, you know?
Ah, I know.
Will she?
Get into trouble, I mean?
Well, I'll do what I can, pet.
- Thanks.
- But I want something in return.
No more trouble at school, Sahil.
Keep your head down, OK?
Just causing your mam more grief.
Go to bed.
It's DCI Stanhope.
I want a team to 17 Clearmont Drive immediately.
Stop! Police! Dad he'll be angry.
He doesn't like it when I'm out.
Ah, we'll get you home to your dad, just as soon as we've finished our little chat.
So why did you go to Alison's house?
I wanted to say hello to my family.
The one you told Dad about.
The little boy and girl.
Cos I'm their uncle, see.
I thought, if they met me and they saw how nice I am, then .
.
maybe I could go and live with them.
Well, breaking into their house wasn't very nice, was it?
I didn't mean to.
The glass just broke.
Please, don't tell them it was me, will you?
Well, I'll try and keep it under my hat, pet .
.
if you can answer me one last question.
How did you know where Alison lived?
Cos when we spoke before, you said you bumped into her in the supermarket .
.
and then you said you didn't see her any more after that.
I followed her.
You followed her.
But why would he do it?
Seems to me that he doted on his sister.
Ah, rush of blood?
Had his heart set on joining her family.
She's having none of it.
- A big rejection for someone like him.
- So what shall we do with him?
We'll just have to keep him here till we track down his dad.
Hey! Spring in your step there, Kenny.
Aye.
Delaney agreed to an interview.
You must be DCI Stanhope.
- Well, thanks for agreeing to see me.
- No need for thanks.
We're all upset about Mr Glenn's wife.
Shocking.
We know Michael Glenn was bringing in contraband on your behalf.
Says who?
Well, him for one.
And, ooh, Audrey Latham.
Now there's a blast.
Always a handful, was Audrey.
Great girl, but you couldn't trust a word she said.
Ah, look, let's not pretend.
This place has problems.
Like I say, things come in, things go out.
There's just no stopping it.
But I've never asked anyone to bring in anything for me so, if that's why you're here, we're all done.
Audrey Latham called you on the night that Alison Glenn was k*lled.
- I don't have a telephone.
- Yes, you do, pet.
The one you used to co
-ordinate your smuggling racket.
Frankly, I don't care what you bring in here, but I am interested in what you did after Audrey's call.
Now you're way off base.
I know it's extreme .
.
but, then, you do have history, Brian.
I think we're finished here.
I'll find out.
We're checking your call history as we speak.
I tell you what, though, I feel sorry for that poor sod Glenn.
There he is waiting for justice and you lot don't have a bloody clue.
On top of that, his brother's useless and his daughter's a drunk.
I thought I had it bad.
Thank you.
- Kenny got the call history on Delaney's phone.
- And?
Five minutes after Audrey called him, he made an outgoing call to another number.
Guess who?
Jason Glenn.
Yeah.
How did you know that?
Hello, love.
They're not in.
Any idea where they are?
Beach Cafe.
I just passed 'em.
Thank you.
He's a snake, you know.
I'll bet he hasn't told you.
- What's that?
- She was round here a week ago.
- Who was?
- His sister
-in
-law.
Arguing about something.
Oh, the racket they made!
- Jason's sister
-in
-law was here?
- Yeah.
The woman in the papers.
I've got to go.
I'll be back in a bit.
Now's not the time.
Alison, she came to your flat last week.
What did she want?
- I must have been out.
- We're not stupid, pet.
Your neighbour heard the row.
Actually, you know what?
I don't have to tell you what she wanted.
What did she want, Jason?
All right, fine.
I was gonna tell you, but you've had a lot on, so Alison came by.
She wanted to talk to me about you.
We had some words.
What did she want?
Well, I'm guessing she found out you were working for Delaney.
Your wife was a smart woman.
Knew you only too well.
- Did Alison know?
- She thought I had something to do with it.
Thought I could stop it.
I told her it wasn't me, Michael.
I told her it was between you and Delaney.
- I've never even met the man.
- No.
You have spoken to him, though, haven't you, pet?
He called you the night Alison d*ed.
Now, what did he want?
Nothing.
He wou He wouldn't call you unless he had a reason.
OK, look, he knew that He knew that you'd backed out and erm and was livid and he wanted me to he wanted me to have a word.
But I told him, Michael, I told him I'm standing by my brother.
- Did you talk about Alison?
- Nah.
Like maybe.
I might have said that she wasn't best pleased.
Did you go to the house?
Nah.
I mean Of course not.
OK, look, maybe I said too much, but come on, Michael, this is Delaney that we're talking about.
- I'm sorry, I was scared.
- Scared?
You weren't that scared.
You and him have been calling each other for months.
- What?
- According to Delaney's phone records, these two have been in contact with each other for at least six months.
I don't get it.
He was setting you up, Michael.
There was no debt, was there, hm?
- Michael?
- But you told your brother there was, cos that's the only way you could get him to work for Delaney.
Michael, I didn't know it was gonna turn out like this.
- Believe me.
- Look, mate, whatever's coming, I deserve it.
You've got every right.
Michael?
Michael, wait! How much did Delaney pay you?
Nothing.
Look, I was scared.
Mr Glenn!
- I didn't do it.
I didn't k*ll her!
- Mr Glenn! You just don't get it, do you, Jason?
I should've been at home that night .
.
protecting my wife.
My family.
- But instead I was with my brother
- He's not worth it, Michael.
.
.
cos I thought he needed my help.
But you were just helping yourself.
- They're processing Jason now.
- What's he saying?
- Wants to talk to his brother.
- Good luck with that.
Ma'am, you're needed downstairs.
Robert Naresby's here and he's kicking off.
Aiden! I want to see my son!
- Just calm down.
- You've got no right keeping him here.
- That is enough.
- Hand him over!
- Calm yourself, Robert.
- I want my son.
- He's safe, sir.
- I want to see my son!
- You get him out here now!
- I need you to be calm, OK?
- He needs me!
- Mr Naresby.
Please.
Is that your car, Robert?
How come you kept the car in your wife's name all this time?
Are you expecting her to come back?
No comment.
Well, see this here, Robert.
That puts you close to our crime scene round about the time Alison was k*lled.
No comment.
Mm.
Did Tom tell you he followed Alison home from here?
Hm?
So he knew where she lived.
Only about half an hour away.
'Ey, that must have rankled, her running out on you all those years ago.
Left you to bring Tom up on your own.
Never called.
Never came to see you.
Just abandoned you, left you to rot.
So did you go to have it out with her, hm?
Is that why you're here?
Did 25 years of anger become too much?
No comment.
When you went to see Alison that first time, did you tell your dad?
No.
Never said anything.
Well, maybe you didn't say anything, but your dad found out, didn't he, hm?
Did he?
Bus ticket.
Bus ticket?
My jeans.
He washed them the next day.
Then he started shouting and calling me stupid and soft.
Now, listen, this is very important.
That day your dad found the bus ticket .
.
that night .
.
did your dad go out?
Did he leave the farm?
He's not got an alibi and we can put him on the Larchford Estate the night of Alison's m*rder.
- That's something, at least.
- That's not enough.
Keep looking.
Robert Naresby's no housekeeper but, so far, we've got nothing.
- Sir.
- Hold on.
- You found something?
- Old photos.
Of what?
Aiden?
A baby, from 1991.
What's the baby's name, Tom?
It's Emma.
Baby Emma.
Ah, she's beautiful.
Was Alison her mam?
So what happened to baby Emma?
Don't know.
Did Alison take her with her when she left?
No.
She went after.
After?
After what, love?
After baby Emma had to leave us.
Well, why did baby Emma have to leave?
Dad.
He said she couldn't stay so, one night, he took her away.
Took her where?
Tom?
I don't know.
What did you do with her?
Look at her! Just a few weeks old.
You took her from her mam.
What did you do with her?
Alison had no business getting pregnant.
She wasn't fit to be a mother.
She couldn't raise a child.
- She was still a child herself.
- Well, you didn't wait to find out.
I had to deal with Tom on my own.
I couldn't take on another one.
What did you do with her?
And I wanted to help Alison.
Do the right thing.
Give her a chance.
Is that why she tried to k*ll herself?
I didn't know she was going to react like she did.
You think I wanted that?
To come home, find her lying there, sheets all covered with blood.
Afterwards, I wanted to explain .
.
but she left.
Ran off.
That's why I went to the house, to explain.
To say I was sorry.
But I couldn't.
I parked outside the house.
I couldn't face her.
But what did you do with the baby?
I took care of her.
What does that mean, Robert?
It means .
.
I took care of her.
I gave her to someone, made sure she was safe.
The father?
Did you take her to her dad?
Who was it, Robert?
Who was he?
I'm done talking.
Why the stone wall?
Why not just tell us who the dad is?
1991?
He doesn't need to tell us.
It wasn't r*pe.
If that's what you're thinking, it wasn't like that.
- She was 16 years old.
- I was practically a kid myself.
22.
Just out of university.
She was still a child and a vulnerable one at that.
She was supposed to be in your care.
Alison was vulnerable in many ways, but she was very mature in others.
Can you even hear yourself?
I was trying to help, but I was young, naive.
I was lost.
Alison was lost too.
We were just trying to help each other through it.
When did you find out she was pregnant?
I didn't know until much later.
When her old man brought the baby to you?
Yeah.
Said she was my responsibility.
So what did you do with her?
What do you think?
Took care of her.
Raised her.
There's no record of an Emma Naresby.
Well, of course not.
We changed her name.
We?
Who's we?
Angela, my wife.
- I told her all about it, then we took her in.
- And your wife, she was OK with that?
She developed cancer first year at uni.
It's why we got married so young.
In the end, she had a hysterectomy.
She always wanted kids, so when Robert turned up, it wasn't perfect, but we made it work.
My wife d*ed three years ago, but I know she was proud to be a mother.
And you should meet my daughter.
She's a wonderful person.
- She's kind.
She's clever.
- Is she a teacher?
How did you know that?
I can't do it.
- I can't remember any lines.
- So what?
- It doesn't matter.
- I'll let everyone down.
- No
-one is going to think that.
- I'll think that.
I wanted to do it for her.
For Mum.
- Check backstage.
- Yeah.
Can I ask you to wait outside, Molly?
Why?
Because I need to talk to Mrs Brennan.
But I need to get ready.
Molly, maybe you should go.
No.
- Molly
- I'm not going anywhere.
OK.
So when did you find out?
Find out what?
Three years ago.
My mum told me before she d*ed.
Ah, that must have been hard for you.
You know, I didn't really think about it.
Not at the time.
I was too busy grieving her.
Mm.
So when did that change?
After a while I kept thinking about her.
I had to meet her, you know.
Will someone tell me what's going on?
Mrs Brennan came to work at your school, Molly, for a reason.
She wanted to meet someone.
Someone important.
She wanted to meet your mam.
Our mam.
Molly, I know this is hard for you to understand, right, I know that.
The best part of all of this for me was meeting you, all right?
- Meeting my sister.
- Stay away from me! Molly
- Did Mum know?
- No.
Not in the beginning.
Now, was it when she came to the school for the meeting with Molly, the day she d*ed?
Yeah, I don't know why, just She was just there in the office, telling me how worried she was about Molly.
It just came out.
And how did she react?
She barely even registered.
She just stood up and walked out.
So I wanted to give her another chance.
I thought she might think different after she'd had some time to process.
So that night, after you sent Molly home in a taxi, what did you do?
I went over to your house.
I went round the back and she saw me, so she came out.
Molly, I had to let her know how much I wanted to be part of her life, all right, but she didn't want that.
She told me I wasn't her daughter.
And then she turned her back on me and I I just I hit her.
You
- Molly
- It was you!
- It wasn't my fault.
- You! It was you!
- It was you! You!
- Molly! No! She was my mum.
Aye, she was, pet.
I just wanted her to know me.
How are they doing?
- Better than they should be.
- Mm.
- Well, you shouldn't have lied, Michael.
- I know.
If you'd been straight from the start, we could have helped.
I messed up.
I'm sorry.
You heard from the CPS?
No.
My solicitor says they haven't made a decision yet.
Well, I'm sure they'd have been made aware of your circumstances.
Did YOU make them aware?
Go be with your kids, Michael.
Come on, you.
Up.
Inside, darling.
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Vera is a nearly retired detective chief inspector of the fictional Northumberland & City Police, who is obsessive about her work.
Vera is a nearly retired detective chief inspector of the fictional Northumberland & City Police, who is obsessive about her work.