Scott & Bailey

We know the body had been there for some time.

I might say for a considerable period of time. Yeah.

Possibly several months, if not several months.

Possibly several months.

Possibly.

God, I hate this. Do I look all right? You look fabulous.

How many months do you reckon it was there? I don't know. If I knew that I would be a rich man.

We know this is the body of a male. Man.

Male.

He was most probably white European in appearance,

aged between 35-50 years.

Can we not be more specific? No.

We believe he was around 5 foot 3 inches in height.

So he was short, very short, short in the leg but I can't say that.

Say five foot... three INCHES.

Then leave a pause. They'll get it. The great British public? Try it.

Five foot... three INCHES... in height.

That works. See? God, I bloody hate cameras and press.

Perhaps most significant is the fact

that he suffered from some form of congenital disorder affecting his legs.

Good. Yeah. You sound like you know what you're talking about.

The result was... I do know what I'm bloody talking about.

Good. I was just... saying.

The result was that he would have walked with a limp.

I would appeal to the public. If these details ring any bells,

if they fit someone you know, I would ask you to get in touch with us immediately.

This was the horrific murder of a vulnerable adult

Boss, the press are ready when you are.

Why would you tie a dog collar round someone's neck and set fire to them?

If you're a psychopathic murdering nutter, why wouldn't you?

Do you worry that this job will turn us into weirdoes with no sense of normality?

Yeah, of course, but, having said that,

I wouldn't want to be doing anything else. Me too.

Which would suggest that we were barmy to start with.

That's what I love about you. You're so bloody reassuring. 'Night, kids.

She's mad. Bonkers.

So that's what we've got to look forward to.

Um... yeah.

Hiya. Jesus.

Couldn't do us a brew, could you?

I stayed a few nights at our Alison's when I got out.

Did she not tell you?

I was on the settee so, you know,

wasn't ideal for 'em wi' t'kids.

So er...

You've done all right for yourself. I have now.

You look really well.

Look... I er...

I wouldn't have come knocking, Rach, but um...

I couldn't stomach another night in the rain.

Have you got any dry clothes?

Just... Right, get them off. Go and have a bath.

I'll put everything through the washer. Um...

can I... sleep...

Yes.

OK.

Hiya. It's on now. Have you got it switched on?

Hello, love.

OK, see you tomorrow. All right. 'Night.

The body is believed to have been there for up to six months

and, as yet, has not been identified.

We know that the body had been there for a considerable period of time,

possibly several months.

We know that is the body of a male.

He was most probably white European in appearance.

Aged between 35... Look at Andy. Looks like a spare prick at a wedding.

What's a prick?

Is Gill's hair different?

No, I don't think so, Mum. Didn't it used to be longer?

Yeah, about 15 years ago.

The result was that he would have walked with a limp.

She's got lovely teeth. Can you shush?

If these details ring any bells... Isn't she dignified?

She wasn't dignified this afternoon when she was bollocking Rachel.

Why was she bollocking Rachel? She puts food in the fridge

doesn't eat it, it goes mouldy and, being Rachel,

it never actually occurs to her to chuck it out.

What fridge? THE fridge.

Our fridge. The fridge in our office.

Why do you need a fridge? Do you keep body parts in it?

Yeah, that and Rachel's elevenses.

Are you lying? Me, lie?

Right... So we missed all that.

Well done, ladies. Why aren't these two in bed?

Because somebody phoned saying that Gill was going to be on TV.

Oh. Right, come on, you two.

I'll be up in a minute.

Come on.

What about you, Mum? Are you ready for bed?

You want to dress more like Gill...

then perhaps you'd get promoted. Do you think that's what it is?

Alison said you were just doing murders now.

The major incident team. So what is that really?

It's the bee's bollocks.

And I'll tell you what,

in ten years time I'm going to be a DCI in charge of my own syndicate.

You've done well.

What pisses me off, Dominic, is that you could have done everything I've done.

You always had more about you.

You made choices. I made choices.

I want to change. I want things to be different.

I could've dossed with the old crew but I don't want to go back there.

I've got an NVQ. I want to find a job in a kitchen.

I just need... to be able to look clean and tidy for five minutes

and for someone to give us a chance.

If my boss knew that my brother was a convicted armed robber

and I had him living here in my house she'd... Sack you?

No, no, no. No.

No, she'd think things.

You look for a job, you find one,

you work hard,

you stay away from those evil scumbags and...

you can stay here for as long as you like.

But you don't pester me at work.

And you don't get nicked for anything.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

Good.

I'm worried about Adrian.

Worried about him? I don't think he wants me here.

Course he does. I seem to annoy him...

effortlessly. No, you don't.

Is he always this irritable?

Um...

yeah, more or less.

He seems to take offence at the slightest thing

and I'm really trying to keep out of the way and not annoy anybody.

Mum, you're here to relax and recuperate.

I don't want you worrying about annoying people, not that you are.

It would be easier if you weren't always home so late.

I know. I can't help it. I... I know. I know.

If I was Gill I wouldn't get home

until after midnight every night nearly.

So you think on. Night-night, love.

Goodnight, Mum.

What?

Did I look like a complete tit on the telly last night then... or not?

Or what?

No. Good. Not that it matters.

Of course not. Got the point across. Yeah. So that's good.

Morning, boss. Morning.

Morning. Boss. Morning.

Hiya. Hello.

How's your mum? Oh, God, she's funny.

She doesn't half wind Ade up. It's a joy.

Morning. Morning.

16 phone calls. Half of them as useful as an ashtray on a motorbike.

A number of them identify our victim as Darren Rigby,

37 years old, living in Rochdale.

One of the calls was from his brother who tried ringing him first, no response.

He went to his flat, let himself in.

There's post going back four months. The place stinks. Flies everywhere.

That's when he rang us, just gone 11 last night.

He's in this morning. He's in at... Now, in fact.

So can someone talk to him? Before they do can we make sure

Darren Rigby isn't in hospital or prison or custody? Yeah.

Then we'll think about getting CSIs into his flat.

We hadn't been close.

Not for... years.

And all that stuff...

in the paper about how he died.

I mean, is that...

We don't know that the dead man is Darren yet, Mr Rigby.

But it is... in't it?

Do your parents have any contact with Darren at all that you're aware of?

They're both dead. OK.

So um... what we'd like to do, with your consent,

is take a sample of your DNA.

The problem that we've got Mr Rig...

Um, can I call you Patrick?

Course. The problem that we've got, Patrick,

is that as it said in the paper, the dead man had been subjected to fire.

So he's not in a condition

where we could ask you to make a visual identification,

even if you were willing to face that.

If we take your DNA we can establish

whether or not there is a genetic link between you and him

and rule in or out within 24 hours

whether or not this really is Darren. OK.

Thank you. What about dental records?

Can you not... Normally, yes.

But the dead man has had some damage to his mouth.

What... what sort of...

Patrick, please don't imagine

that we're going to keep anything from you at all

if we find out that this is Darren.

But what I don't want to do at this stage is upset you unnecessarily.

He was in three, four times a week.

I didn't think owt about it when he stopped coming. People come and go.

But...

Actually, I do know when it was.

Yeah, cos we'd had somebody kicking off in the vault.

And we'd rang 999. When would that be?

Four month since. And he was in here that same night.

Definitely. Definitely.

Had his little dog with him.

Oh, he was with that fat bitch.

What's she called?

She's huge. She's like a wall.

She's like a wall with a perm.