TV: The headlines this evening.
A verdict is expected shortly in the trial of Michael Marlby,
the man charged with the brutal murder of six elderly women,
in as many weeks, during the summer of 2006.
The trial reached a dramatic climax this afternoon,
when the defence tried to convince the jury
that arresting officer DS Shap or a member of his team
had planted key evidence during a search of Marlby's home.
DS Shap repeatedly denied the allegations.
But the key question now is: does the jury believe him?
No staying up, remember? Yeah, yeah. It's a school night.
I thought Ryan's dad was bringing you home.
He dropped me off at the corner. Why?
Why have you got all that on? I'm off abseiling (!) Works do.
You said you'd go online, order my birthday present tonight. Sorry. We'll do it tomorrow.
You promised! This always happens! All right. Don't shout.
All you ever care about is your stupid job! -Yeah, well, it's my stupid job...
"Have a nice evening, Mum."
All right?
Something's different. I normally drink beer, sarge.
You've got legs. All right. Don't get too overexcited.
I'm not. Good.
Are you all right? - Yeah. Yeah, terrific. How's Shap?
Oh, I don't know. It's hard to tell with him.
Oh, 'ey up.
Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served!
Help yourself to bread, mate, won't you?
If you want to go before the speeches, I'll cover for you.
Cheers, boss. Sounds like a plan.
We talk a lot about systems and processes these days.
But occasions like this allow us to honour those people
whose commitment actually makes our streets safer.
Hear, hear!
On that note, I'd like to start with some news.
As you know, Michael Marlby's jury has been deliberating its verdict this evening,
and it appears they've come to a decision.
Obviously, we won't hear officially until tomorrow,
but, if anyone's betting on a conviction, I would advise doubling it.
I won't tell anyone you were shagging the judge!
I will, though!
Super Cop!
Didn't he do well? Shap.
The new DCC reckons there's a commendation in it.
That's no more than he deserves.
What about you, Janine? What do you deserve?
A cash bonus would be nice. My roof's falling in.
The Supers' promotion boards are coming up. You've proved yourself operationally.
I wouldn't have time to fill in the forms. That's just my point.
It's nine to five, a lot more money and a seriously good pension.
I'm happy where I am. Oh, come off it, Janine.
You don't enjoy being called to to grotty crime scenes
and dead bodies every weekend, missing time with your children -
It's not every weekend. Boss.
Party's over. We've got a call.
Enjoy yourself.
Boss is on the loo. Body's on the roof.
Lift's out of order.
How many more to go? Not counting!
Five floors to go, 28 steps a floor.
Keep breathing, sarge. You can burn off all that dinner.
Are you feeling your age? What...21?
I wish I could feel my feet.
You should come to my gym, sarge. The air up here's a bit thin.
We could start with a few spin sessions - The only spins I do is in a launderette.
Hey, I've seen that look on the cover of Vogue, boss!
Yeah. They're always coming to me for style tips.
Who's this, then? Man with no name. Stabbed in the neck, main artery.
Doc says he would have bled out in minutes.
Unusual place to get stabbed. In a car park?
In the neck. Was he robbed? Nothing on him or in the car.
No wallet or mobile.
Forensics found a bunch of black hairs on the passenger seat,
and his ticket says he arrived at 8:23.
This car's a bit tidier than mine. My fiver's on a mugging gone wrong.
Nah, crime of passion. Punter and prostitute.
All right. Go and brief the search team.
That's what he's good at. Good news or bad news?
Bad news. No CCTV footage. They're installing a new system.
What's the good news?
Got a registered owner for the car from DVLA. There you go. Check it out.
Do I have to go like this, boss? You can borrow my wellies, if you like.
Go on. In a bit.
Who is it? It's the police!
Is this a joke? DC Skerton.
Sorry to get you up. Does Daniel Hardiman live here?
He's my husband. You're not really police, are you?
Yeah, we are, but we were...er...
Look, it doesn't matter. We found your husband's car.
Dan!
Yeah. No. Hold on, Kat.
Hardiman sold the car a month ago, to "a bloke with a foreign accent". No paperwork.
Boss... It was under the back seat. It's a rent receipt.
Name of Peter Williams. Address in Longsight.
The lad's on form tonight! Did you hear that? Yeah, Longsight.
Not a word, Dave.
Cheers.
You know what I like about this job? It's the people you meet and the places you go.
I've got long black hairs. Same as in his car. Could be a girlfriend, then.
I told you a female were involved. Your fiver is my fiver.
Yeah, whatever. What's that? 200 quid in cash and a load of stuff I can't read.
Hardiman said Williams was foreign. Looks like he were working for Paul Faber.
Who's he? Private investigator. Ex-copper.
Yeah, a right sleaze merchant.
That's not EU. No. Belarussian.
It's our man in the picture. Different name, though. Piotr Iwaszko.
'Ey. Are we gonna give this Faber a knock or what?
What, so he can stall us till morning and clear his desk? No.
'Ey! Right, I'll tell the Press Office to keep a lid on it till lunchtime.
Let's make Faber the first call in the morning.
Pint.
Are you still shagging that bird? Shut up.
Are you coming, Super Cop? Yeah.
It's your round.
OK, Dave. It's all yours, mate.
Hey, check out the bird with the black hair.
Get round the back!
Stop! Police!
Shit.
Where's Tom? In the shower. He was in a vile mood last night.
Tom!
I've got no nanny tonight, so look after him and Charlotte.
It's Leanne's party! I'll get back as soon as I can.
I talked to Dad on MSN. Oh, yeah?
He said it was really warm and sunny. Ooh, lucky him.
Tom's teacher rang. Mr Bannister. He wants you to call him back.
It can wait. I've got to see the bank manager before work.
Tell Tom I said to come straight back from school tonight.
Why me? Oh, just do it. I'll call you.
Tom!
DI Mayne, Greater Manchester police. We need to see -
OK, Fi. I'll deal.
No need for the heavy mob, is there?
An employee of yours was found dead last night. Piotr Iwaszko.
Dead? As in... Murdered.
Oh. We called him Williams. Pete. Easier for the clients.
That's a shame. He was a good worker. Not an employee, exactly.
I contracted his services when we needed them.
Picked up all your low-rent, dirty work? Oh, sorry. You only do low-rent, dirty work.
We provide a quality service to respectable clients.
Pete did mostly domestics. Prenuptials, teenage tearaways, nuisance neighbours.
If you're running such a class operation, how come you're employing an illegal?
Pete?
He showed me an EU passport when I interviewed him.
Ah. So you'll have a copy, then?
I can't believe he's really dead.
He used to make me laugh.
When did you last see him?
Lunchtime yesterday. He popped in to pick up a camera.
Who was he photographing? He never said.
MAYNE: Who else works here? We're recruiting,
so at the moment it's just myself, Fiona my PA and Tanya Lucas, another part-timer.
Where is Tanya? Home? Hairdresser's?
Is she British? Russian. She's on a visa.
Language student. She's also good at finding people.
Good for her. Is Lucas her real name? Lutrova.
Description? Long legs, long black hair.
Did they get on, Williams and Tanya?
As far as I know. Was Williams working last night?
Couldn't say. Once the hours are agreed, it's down to the operative how they use them.
We'll need all Williams' job files.
Pete gave a lot of customer satisfaction. You won't find a suspect on his client list.
His targets might not feel the same way.
Total confidentiality is part of what my clients pay for. I'm gonna have to refuse.
Oh, warrant. It would've looked so much better for you, if you hadn't made us serve it.
She's nice. Mrs Richards. Uses us to vet her daughter's boyfriends.
I've got an appointment.
Arms up. Wouldn't want you waltzing off with the evidence.
Did Williams get any calls yesterday?
One. Early, before he got in. I just gave him Pete's mobile number.
Did he give a name? Erm...yeah. It began with a C. Camerton?
Right, I'll leave you two to finish off.
Got something better to do, Super Cop?
Better than baby-sitting you two, yeah.
Oh, very droll. Ooh!
DC Crane, please.
Heard about Peter?
Spoken to anyone? The police?
No.
That's my girl. - I'm not your girl.
You're right. You're not.
Your employment's terminated as of today.
And if you want to stay pretty,
keep your mouth shut, pack your bags and get out of Manchester, now.
I'm sorry. It's just... It's difficult.
Especially with his father being abroad.
No, I'm not trying to...
Yeah. No, I understand that, Mr Bannister. It's just that...
Yes. Yes, OK. All right. I'll be there.
Mrs Hilyard? It's police. You're Terry Camerton's mother?
What do you want? He's out. Maybe you've seen him.
What's he done? He's not been here. After what he did, he knows what I'd say.
If you do see him, give us a call.
Do I know you? Your face looks familiar.
No, you don't know me.
'Ey up. He's here.
Is this down to you? Innocent as charged. He's good, eh?
He'll get more done than the real thing! I stopped by the lab on the way in.
OK, guys, jelly and cake later. Any word from the postmortem?
They reckon the murder weapon was a kitchen-type knife, single-edge blade.
When pushed, they think he may have been stabbed from behind,
possibly while crouching.
Right, so, we've got an illegal Belarussian PI, stabbed in a car park. Any ideas for motive?
Feels premeditated to me. You don't walk round with a kitchen knife on the off-chance.
Unless you're a crackhead looking to rob. Top of a car park? Nah.
Is it some kind of Mafia thing? No, he wasn't flagged.
Most people are killed by someone they know, so let's stay closer to home.
Maybe Williams and this Tanya were an item, and they fell out about something.
If she killed him, why risk turning up at the flat later?
Cover her tracks. Forensics found a receipt from a photo shop in his trouser pocket.
It was timed and dated half-seven last night.
So maybe he was meeting a client to hand over some photos.
Why kill the person with the info? More likely, someone he was watching found out and got nasty.
Are you with us, Shap? All that hero worship is tiring him out.
There's no CCTV at the car park, so we'll do this the hard way.
Check for witnesses in the vicinity at the relevant time.
Also, get some CCTV footage from the surrounding areas.
We also need to talk to Williams's recent clients and their targets.
We've got to find Tanya. She might be able to tell us more than Faber.
I'll go and sit on the address. Er...no. Safer if I did.
I can look after myself. Boss always sends in the ugly ones first.
Oh, and then there's the mystery caller.
Who? Last name: Camerton.
Williams' only call yesterday morning.
I checked their incoming call records. It came from a payphone.
Shit.
OK, locate the payphone. Let's try and find this Camerton.
Shap, you stick with Tanya. The rest of you divvy up Williams's clients.
I'll be back when I'm back. Hold that.
Hey. Hold up, will you? I'm late.
Where are you going? Tom's school. I've got to talk to his teacher.
What's wrong now? I don't know. I'm not a mind-reader, am I?
No, but you're cheerful with it. Where are my keys?
Afternoon. For you. Have a read. See what you think.
Application for the Supers' Board. You're not going for it?
I'd rather walk round Oldham with a nail in my shoe. God!
Where the hell are my keys?!
Yeah. Probation?
Erm...Alison Frost, please.
Oh, er... No, it's all right. I'll call back, then.
Bye.
Is this a senior moment?
Oh, I don't know. I've forgotten already.
You're not the only one.
Madam's keys. Are you all right?
Yeah. Good. Hope you find your Russian.
Mrs Lewis? I'm sorry to get you out of work.
I'm sorry I've been so hard to track down. Busy week.
Well, the Head's office is along here. Head?
I thought this was a chat about how Tom's settling in.
There's been a further development since my letter, which is why I called you.
He hasn't tried to set fire to the school, has he?
Come in.
Thank you.
Mrs Lewis, you know Mrs Lupton, our head. Mr Dyer, attendance and behaviour officer.
Ms Cater, welfare. And Mr Haleford, Tom's head of year.
Hello. Looks serious.
I'm afraid it is quite serious, Mrs Lewis.
What's this? You could call it the evidence.
Hi, love. I'll give you a hand. I was just popping in to see Tanya.
Ms Lucas? Detective Sergeant Shap. Police. We need to talk about Peter Williams.
Ms Lucas, you've got two choices.
You can open the door, or I can kick it in.
Stop!
See you in a bit.
Shap's bringing Tanya Lucas in.
Problem?
We've just drawn a blank with Williams' clients.
And?
Dave in HR heard a rumour you're going for promotion.
I told 'em you weren't interested.
DI's right, you're stuck with me. Hey-hey! Heyyyy!
Can't live without me, eh? No, boss.
Plus we bet him 20 quid each he was talking out of his arse.
Ow! What?
So, what are my options now? You don't have any.
You tell my boss what you told me.
OK, listen.
I could leave out the assault on a police officer and tell my boss that you...volunteered to talk.
But I would want something in exchange.
I don't do that kind of thing.
It's your professional skills I'm interested in.
I'm good at finding people.
Right. That's what I've heard.
I met Pete in a bar. I needed work. He introduced me to Faber.
Was Williams your boyfriend? No, thanks. We worked together.
Then why were you at his flat last night? I came for a drink.
I didn't kill him. I've got nothing to hide.
Then why did you run away from us? Scared of police. Old habit.
Where were you the rest of the evening? She was at home. I checked with a neighbour.
Did Williams have problems? Targets with a grudge? Clients let down? Friends fallen out with?
He didn't have friends. Just good at work. Sent money home.
Sounds like a model citizen. So why was he murdered?
A couple of months ago, Faber told Peter he could make double for special jobs.
Selling solutions, not information.
I don't get you. Mr X...
pays Faber to get evidence for his divorce.
Now, Mrs X wants sole custody of the children.
But for that to happen, she needs Mr X to be caught doing something really bad,
like...hiding drugs in the house.
Faber fixes for that to happen? Did he offer you this sort of work?
Yeah. I said no. Too dangerous.
Have you seen this?
Peter's, yeah? Yeah.
This is a cash book.
It's the money he paid out for food, petrol...
And the other side... Letters. Initials?
Maybe proof of what I said.
Do you recognise any of this?
ARV. That's a minicab company.
The owner, Derek, is a friend of Mr Faber.
But he's my friend, too.
He's nice. Not the kind to get involved in this.
Maybe it's one of his drivers.
Faber uses them for surveillance work sometimes.
If she's right, the people Faber and Williams are stitching up have a motive.
Shame we haven't got any names. We've got the notebook.
Yeah, get it translated. What about Tanya?
If Williams's death is tied in to the Faber scams, we'll need her to build our case.
Hand her to Immigration, we'll lose her.
And she likes you. He's got a point.
OK. Put her up somewhere safe for a few days. Check her info.
You want to talk to this Derek, the minicab owner?
Yeah. Yeah, but I've got to get home. It'll wait till tomorrow.
You're the boss, boss.
We just missed a call from Pathology.
Williams was in a fight two days before he died. Could be important.
And Kat says that the phone box Camerton used to call Williams from was in Heaton Park.
No CCTV coverage.
And Shap's just had a sex change.
Eh? Did you get double detention from this headmistress?
Oh, Jesus Christ, Richard... What's wrong?
Tom's been truanting. He's hardly been at school all term.
What's he been doing? Running crack, for all I know.
Hardly. They showed me the letters he's forged.
Amazing. He's had a highly infectious stomach bug
and got caught in floods going to his great-grandmother's funeral.
Yeah, wait for this one. Last week he was in Alicante with his dad
and was late back cos his flight was delayed after a security alert.
That's his problem. He's missing his dad.
Oh, no shit (!)
Well, what are you gonna do? I'll do what I always do.
I'll sort it out.
I need a drink. I need to go home.
Are you coming? Er...no. I've got to sort out Tanya.
I'll catch you later.
Well, his name's Camerton. That were ten years ago.
He probably looks more like this now.
He's not long out of jail, so he'll have no money and he'll be keeping his head down.
Did he kill Peter? No questions.
You can tell me. I said no questions, Tanya.
Don't approach him. Don't talk to him. Just find him.
Don't let him clock you doing it.
This is between you and me. Yeah?
You forget that, getting deported will be the least of your problems.
We're keeping your passport. Use this to call me, no-one else.
Got it?
Thank you.
For keeping me out of prison.
Tom! Kitchen.
Now!
You need to start talking to me about what's going on with you.
You obviously know what these are.
You've been lying to me all term.
Going out in the mornings, coming back at night, pretending -
Not much of a detective, are you?
Mr Bannister says your work isn't the problem,
cos, when you bother turning up, you're good.
But you're never there, are you? Where are you going?
Nowhere. Around.
You've got 1.50 a day and a bus pass. Where are you going?
Nowhere. I want to know the truth.
I'm telling the truth. Want to be grounded for the rest of time?
I get away. That's all. Away? Away from what? Where?
From here, you stupid cow!
From you. Just like Dad did!
Sit down! No! I want to go and live with him!
You're talking rubbish! No, I'm not! I hate it here!
Get back in here, Tom! Now! No!
Any news? Forensics found a partial fingerprint in blood on the exterior of Williams's car.
It's not enough to run -
Williams's notebook? Waiting for it to come back.
Have you spoken to Tanya's cab man, Derek?
Not yet. His last name's Jowell. So?
Derek Jowell. Thought it might ring a bell, boss. He's ex-job. Chester drug squad.
Big hero. Took a bullet in the line of duty. I read about it in the Review.
Ended his career, though. He lost a kidney and stuff.
He moved back here a year ago and bought a cab company -
And the point of this is...? I saw his name in Williams' client files.
His wife Sally employed Williams a few months back to keep an eye on her husband Derek.
There's a few women in these photos but this is his wife.
So, Williams caught Derek playing away, and Derek kills him to stop his wife knowing.
You want a word with him? Let's chat with the wife first.
Thanks, sweetheart. OK.
Are you free? I need to go to Liverpool.
All right, sweetheart. Jump in.
He's doing all right for himself. All the dodgy overtime with Faber.
Mrs Jowell?
You've got a lovely home. Oh...
I haven't got much else to do. Derek doesn't like me to work.
Coffee? Yeah, lovely. Thanks.
We got your name from Peter Williams' client files.
You paid him to follow your husband. Do you mind telling us why?
It's... I don't know if you know about...
We know about his background.
We'd only been married a few months before the injury.
And things have been pretty up and down since.
And Derek lived for the job.
And he still... He has, you know, good and bad days.
And in the summer he was really down.
He didn't come home for a couple of nights.
I thought he might be ill or... that he'd found someone else.
It turned out he was working.
He was taking on extra shifts and putting money back in the business.
Sleeping in the office.
He's trying really hard. He just wants to make a success of things for me and Hannah.
What do you reckon? I'd say she's got her hands full with that Derek.
Tony? Long time.
Can I come in, Sally? We need to talk.
Sure.
You know, I've thought about doing a bit of cabbying when I retire.
You'll have to give me your number, so I remember never to call it.
I wouldn't pick you up, anyway.
Mr Jowell? DCI Lewis, DI Mayne.
Come in. Thanks for seeing us.
You're an old mate of Paul Faber?
Yeah. We were at school together. Joined the force at the same time.
Lost contact with him after that, but I bumped into him when we first moved back to the city.
His firm's got an account with us.
How well did you know Peter Williams?
I drove him every now and again.
Where were you between 7 and 10 the night before last? Driving.
It was busy, so I picked up the extras on the shift.
Am I a suspect?
Er...we heard your firm does quite a lot of work for Faber's company.
Nothing moody, if that's what you're saying. I'm not gonna risk my police pension.
Driving is all we did.
Although, two or three of my drivers did a bit of obbo work every now and again. Nothing illegal.
We'll need names.
Your company name appeared on a cash book that was found at Williams's flat.
It might be a record of some off-the-cards work he did with Faber. Know anything about that?
All our jobs go through the books, whether it's Paul, Williams, anyone else. That's all I can tell you.
Hello?
What have you got? CCTV footage.
I virtually threatened the owners with obstruction to get it.
Where's Shap? This is a back exit to the car park.
Posh flats next door, so they've got decent security.
Two people walking near the car park said
they saw a man in a hoodie run past about nine, night of the murder.
This man fits the description.
Oh, get to the point. We got this enhanced.
He's got a distinctive tattoo. This is who it belongs to.
Terence John Camerton. Ex-fire officer.
Released a week ago, after serving eight years for wounding with intent on his wife.
Sally. They had a daughter called Hannah. The Jowells?
We checked Camerton's prints against the partial we found on Williams's car. He was there.
Camerton wants his family back, or he wants to hurt them again,
so he hires Williams to find them.
And Williams knew them already? That's a bit of a coincidence.
Maybe Jowell hired Williams to find Camerton, just to scare him off.
And Camerton kills him instead.
Either way, Camerton could well know where Hannah and Sally are by now.
He's tried to kill her before.
Hey, princess.
OK, love? OK.
Camerton's photo's going out. His files are being sent over.
We should talk to his probation officer. She's on leave.
Her stand-in gave me an address. Didn't book in there.
Right, do the security check. Can you show us your alarm?
Hannah, do you mind showing us your room? OK.
Sally, did you know Terry was coming out of prison?
Yeah, I heard from Victim Support. I hadn't let Derek know. I didn't want him to worry.
I thought he wouldn't have to.
Has he got any family in the city he might stay with?
His mother, maybe. Name and address?
Margaret was her first name. She lived in Salford then.
But I can't remember the address. I'm sorry.
That's no problem. Did he try and make contact with you when he was in prison? No.
It's just that we know he was at the car park where Williams died.
You think Terry killed Williams? It's possible.
And it's also possible he may know where you live and where Hannah goes to school.
We've alerted all uniform patrols, and we're installing a home-link alarm.
Just press the button, and rapid response will be here in seconds.
No solo heroics, please, Derek. Terry Camerton is a murder suspect. He's our priority now.
You'll get me sacked, Tanya. Come on, Dave. You like to help me.
Has he been here? His family's really worried about him.
Come on. I won't give details.
And I don't want contact. Just to know he's alive.
Looks like your friend's back to ask you out to play.
I told you to call. I like to deliver good news in person.
Go on.
He's been at St Margaret's shelter the last two nights. Want me to go wait for him?
Just give me the address. And photos.
Shap. Yeah? Will you come to see me at the hotel later?
Yeah. I'll try.
What's up? Uniform picked up a junkie who dossed down with Camerton last night.
Are you coming?
John, Mike, have a chat with these guys outside here.
Oh... Argh!
Stop! Police!
Did Butchers talk to the cabbies on Jowell's list?
They all admitted taking cash off Faber to watch someone's address.
They were never told names. Never wrote down addresses.
Most likely had no idea what they were involved in.
Any joy from Williams's notebook?
I can't make any of the initials fit the client files, boss.
Maybe they're coded, or they're not the same clients. Either way, I'm getting nowhere.
What about Camerton? He's got a lot of form.
Loads of juvenile. Served three young-offenders terms for vehicle theft
and then a year for burglary.
And then there's nothing. He was clean for nine years.
No previous for violent offences?
No. Not till June '99. He was done for assault on a bloke in a pub.
Then three months later he tries to stab his wife with a kitchen knife, just like Williams.
What about the mother? An old address in Salford.
The house isn't even there any more. She's not on the electoral roll or the DVLA.
Has anyone got anything useful to report at all?!
We missed him. Well, how did you manage that?!
Now he probably knows we're looking for him. Oh, for Christ's sake!
Boss. You know your kids are downstairs?
He's stuck on the ring road, love. He'll be with you in ten.
Yeah, yeah. Bye.
Car service.
Tanya?
Yeah, I'm alone.
Tanya? Tanya?
What do you think you're doing, coming here?
Talk to me. Tom got sent home from school.
What for now? Swearing at the teacher.
And the nanny's left. Left?! Packed. Gone. Tom?
She never listens. Called her a lazy cow. Cos she is.
Janine! You want to go to Spain?
Go and live with your dad! I don't want to see you! Out now.
I'm sick of the sight of you! GET OUT!
Get out! Get out!
GET BACK TO WORK!
Shap? Yes.
I could do with a drink.
So...you didn't catch him?
Camerton.
No.
Do you want me to keep looking?
I don't know. Er...
Yeah.
Who is he? If he's an official suspect, then why do you need me to find him?
You helped me. I want to help you.
Do you?
You look terrible. Night, Richard.
Erm...I've let Boss Hogg know you'll be back in a couple of days.
Thanks.
I just wanted to see if you were - I'm OK.
You fancy some - No, thanks.
Game of cards? Night, Richard.
Tanya. Hello.
Tanya?
Hi. This is Tanya's phone. Leave a message.
Tanya.
Tanya!
Every cop in this city is looking for you!
You're lying, Shap. I have risked my job, to get here first.
This puts Camerton back in the frame for both murders.
This is the only chance you'll get.
How long have you been sitting on it?
Piss off, and don't come back.
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