Sweetpea

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, fuck.

Okay.

Okay.

Oh, sorry! I was, uh...

Uh... Sorry, I...

- What? - No, nothing. Uh...

You look... Have you done something different?

Like to your hair or face?

Uh...

I... I brushed it.

Oh.

You should do it more often, it looks nice.

Uh... thanks.

Uh, sorry, what was it you wanted?

Ah, well, Seren said you were open to offers.

For the business.

Not like in general. Yeah so, here.

- What is it? - It's a business agreement.

For Tommy's Transformations.

I wanna buy it.

Sorry, I know...

Obviously, I know it's a bit soon,

But I thought... it's like one less thing

For her to think about

And y'know, I know it inside out...

Anyway, uh, here I am!

I have to go, sorry.

There's police.

No, something's happened, maybe someone drowned?

Morning.

I Uh...

Morning.

Uh, thought someone should make you a cup of tea,

For a change.

Uh...

Thanks?

Ah.

Creep.

How are we doing, front-page-wise, folks?

Speak to me.

AJ, first day, wanna start us off?

Um, massive disruption amid major gas works.

There's some controversial suggestions from the public

About the proposed council budget.

Oh... Boring.

Uh, pigeons have been attacking pedestrians

In the town center again.

Is there really nothing else? Anyone?

Anybody? Come on.

No Jeff today? That's a shame.

- Dead body! - What?

- Dead body, everyone! - Yes!

Pulled from the canal this morning.

Oh, Jeff!

Sweetpea! Tea for Jeff!

Come on, what do we know?

Still waiting for more info.

Oh, I could give my mate a call. He lives on a barge down there.

Excellent, AJ. Excellent. River folk.

Always come in unexpectedly handy.

We should just wait for my police contact.

It's a murder.

Um, on Meadow Lane Lock.

The police were there this morning.

There are police in places,

Doesn't mean it's a murder, does it?

Could've been someone going for a walk.

Accident. Suicide.

He was stabbed, actually.

Uh... O-On a night out.

Um...

I-I heard somebody talking about it on the bus.

- Hearsay. - What,

I mean we should go down there, right? Now that we actually know something.

Another great idea, AJ.

Your mum was right. You're a special, special lad.

Well, I mean, it was really Rhiannon...

Come on, people! Let's get going!

I'll leave that in your capable hands, Sweetpea.

Murder! This is what we want.

Rhiannon speaking, how can I help you?

Male victim, late twenties. Found in canal by jogger.

Cause of death, 14 stab wounds to abdomen.

Arms. Legs.

Hands. Neck.

Jesus Christ.

- What kind of monster... - Hello, are you still there?

- Sorry. Hi, yes, I'm still here. - So no CCTV...

- Or weapon... - I can't really hear you.

and not much in way of trace evidence either.

No evidence? Nothing?

So... they don't know who did it?

Oh, no, they know who did it.

But they just thought, "Oh, we'll let them crack on."

Go on.

The canal's compromised any DNA they may have found.

- It's full of shit apparently. - Probably gang related.

That many stab wounds.

14.

I, um, I think multiple people. Like a Westside Story situation.

- Yeah, right. - Right.

Yeah, it was probably just some crazy man, y'know.

Frenzied attack, completely at random.

- I've seen it all before. - Hmm.

Well, we need an identity, obviously,

And something else.

A quote from the family. Something spicy.

He was probably married with kids...

Well, I can see if there's any leaks online

Or anything on the socials?

Yep, when will the police formally identify?

No news yet. There'll be a press conference soon.

Okay, well, when there is, I want you down there.

Okay. Go, go, go, people!

- Caught ya. - What?

He's a bit of a prick, isn't he?

What you gonna do, shred it?

No! I was just...

Having a look.

It's always the quiet ones.

Can you read shorthand?

No. Sorry. Can you?

No. But I'm not the new Junior Reporter.

Oh, all right.

I thought that there might be some more details

That Jeff hadn't shared.

About the, uh...

the...

uh, victim.

- Are you... are you all right? - What?

Yeah, fine. Just, um...

- Shaken, I guess. - Hey, I get it, it's, uh...

It's grim. But... they'll catch him.

- What? - I'm sure of it.

Why?

- Why? - Yeah, why? Why are you sure?

People get away with murders all the time, don't they?

I googled it.

Actually, 62 percent of murders went unsolved

In the UK last year.

- So... - Well, yes...

but they didn't happen

On our doorstep.

It's Columbo.

Hey!

Uh, good afternoon, The Gazette. How can I help you?

Put me through to Norman.

Can I ask who's calling?

It's Jeff. Obviously.

Oh, uh...

Yeah, he is unavailable right now, can I take a message?

We have an identity.

Look, tell him to call me, I have to stay here.

I want to see if I can get a follow-up with the SIO.

Name... Can I have a name?

Excuse me? It's a bad signal.

Norman wants a name.

Ryan Lloyd.

Look, can you tell him that...

Ryan.

Doc says I'm a ticking time bomb for a cardiovascular event.

Okay. Um...

S-Sorry, I...

I have a name and address.

You what?

Uh, Ryan Lloyd. 34 Priory Gardens.

CA43 5QU. He lived with his mum.

Wha... H-How did you...

I'd like to get that quote for you.

Maybe we'll learn why the killer did it.

Oh, h-hang on, Sweetpea. Uh, this is Jeff's thing...

Jeff had a puncture.

And, uh... well, we need to act now. Right?

B-Before anyone else gets there.

Uh...

Uh, this sort of thing needs some... feminine energy.

If there's a grieving mum.

Don't you think?

I'm sorry, he wanted me to come too.

It's fine.

It certainly beats voxpops on the high street

About pigeon violence...

- A person is dead! - No, yeah.

Sure. Obviously.

Sorry.

Um...

Uh, my dad died.

And my dog, so...

Shit.

- Yeah. - That's a lot to deal with.

And so, it's like, I'm going to someone's house to...

Ask them how they feel about their loved one dying

And I already know how it feels. It feels...

Shit.

Like there's a fucking hole there now.

I'm sorry that... you're going through that.

I mean, I'd be like, mid-breakdown right now,

But you're holding it together.

Or are you not?