"So what are they charging him with?" "Nothing." "So he's gonna walk?" "We need to stop messing about, you and me, and just get married." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Whatever." "You've written her car off and made her miss her sergeant's exam!" "D'you know how much that meant to her?" "Eh?" "I don't want to do this any more." "That's it then, is it?" "I hope we're friends." "I'm going now." "How is Janet?" "She's fine." "The clinical psychologist has expressed some concerns about her fitness to interview with Hastings effectively." "Oh, you read his report?" "I spoke to them both three weeks ago." "She's fine." "He says she's still angry." "Yeah, who wouldn't be?" "I'm just asking, I'm just trying..." "Listen, I want results for the victims... families as much as anyone." "But if there's any hint that she's failing to be objective, either for her own sake or that of the case, I'll pull her out." "I just don't want her queering the pitch for someone else." "Someone else?" "Who?" "He won't talk to anyone else!" "And hey, we're not throwing just anyone in." "She's good." "She's spent hours preparing for this with the Tier 5's." "They've been through every eventuality, everything he could possibly lob at her." "She's ready for him." "You're quiet." "When am I noisy?" "I got your text." "Right." "What's the worst thing that can happen?" "I lose control and tell him what I think of him." ""You evil... pathetic, cowardly, nasty, worm-shaped little shitbag..." "You know, that sort of thing." "But you won't say that, will you?" "I keep thinking about Veronica." "Six years old, with bad teeth and a pretend leather coat, and seventy, eighty years of fresh air ahead of her." "If you don't want to do it, tell her." "I do." "I do want to do it." "I want to squeeze every last drop of information out of him, for all those mums and dads, and brothers and sisters, and husbands and children, and anyone else whose life he's cast a bloody long shadow over." "His solicitor's gone in with him." "I'll sit in for 20 minutes or so, then I'll shoot off." "I'd like regular updates, twice a day." "I'd like to win the lottery, but that's not happening either." "Gill..." "We agreed the communication strategy weeks ago." "My syndicate's up for the next job, so if anything kicks off - which it will..." "I'm gonna be up to my ears." "Twice." "Daily." "Good luck with that." "And I want informing immediately if he says anything about other murder victims that I can pass onto another force." "Of course." "Does the Assistant Chief Con know you're homeless and had your car repossessed?" "You're not hard up, are you?" "Geoff." "Hello." "You've got a black eye." "Yeah." "Yeah." "'OK, Geoff." "You understand that you've been arrested on suspicion of murder.'" "'These offences being in addition to those you're already convicted of.'" "'Yeah.'" "And you also understand that your arrest is based on your own assertion to Dr Hines, your clinical psychologist, that you've committed other murders." "Is that correct?" "Yes." "OK." "Geoff, you need to know this interview is being recorded..." "You do know I didn't want to hurt you, don't you?" "Yeah, that's why you stuck a knife in her spleen." "'I, I know I grabbed that knife, and I do accept responsibility.'" "Cos I know it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't..." "But I panicked." "I know." "I know that, Geoff." "This interview is being recorded, and if at any stage..." "That's why I pleaded guilty, in court, so you wouldn't have to relive it all." "Did you... get that?" "If at any stage you want to talk to your solicitor on your own, then that's fine." "So, Geoff." "You indicated to Dr Hines that there were other deaths." "Remember when we were kids?" "Sorry - if I could just explain... this is why I could never hurt you, and why it's important to me that you should understand that." "Go on." "There were so many times when I could have, if I'd wanted to, killed you." "But I didn't." "And about our Veronica..." "I never set out to kill her." "I've pleaded guilty, and that's fine, but that first time, it were an accident." "We were fighting." "You know, I mean scrapping." "I was sitting on her chest." "And, well, she said she couldn't breathe, but I didn't believe her." "Did you not see her lips go blue?" "When I realised..." "Might have been a clue." "..she was, you know, dead..." "But the point I'm making is this." "You could've been dead, Janet, for the last 40 years, if it was what I'd wanted." "But I didn't." "What we're here for today, Geoff, is for you to give me information that you've indicated to Dr Hines that you have about a number of other deaths." "So can you do that?" "Yeah." "How are the girls?" "They're very well, thank you." "How's Adrian?" "He's fine." "Is he?" "You don't sound sure." "Geoff..." "I always got the idea you were bored with him." "Geoff, we're not here to talk about me." "No, I know that." "I just think it's a shame, that's all, someone like you, stuck in a marriage like that." "Can we move on?" "Sure." "Sorry." "OK." "Leaving aside Veronica, and the four other women whose deaths you were convicted of, what other things do you want to talk to me about, Geoff?" "There were twelve... others." "Actually, there were fifteen." "Jesus." "'OK.'" "Let's go back to Veronica." "The first time after Veronica." "Is that something that you'd like to talk to me about?" "Yeah, we can do." "The thing is..." "I always thought you were having a bit of a fling with that sergeant you introduced me to." "I need you to stay focused, Geoff." "On yourself, not on me." "I thought it were odd, the way he followed you into that pub, and stared at you... and behaved so nasty to me, like he was jealous." "Geoff." "What was his name?" "Andy?" "We're not talking about any of my colleagues, Geoff." "Or me." "Andy Roper." "You made him apologise to me!" "He was so pushy." "D'you remember?" "Well, Andy had his suspicions about you all along and as it's turned out, he was right, wasn't he?" "You've gone red!" "Geoff..." "Were you?" "Having a fling with him?" "No!" "You asked to talk to me about other incidents - Knock on the door." "I hit the nail on the head!" "Ha, ha!" "If you're not prepared to do so, there's no point continuing this." "I'm terminating the interview." "'No!" "Janet!" "' Every eventuality, except your constable being at it with your sergeant." "'Janet!" "Janet!" "Don't go!" "I'm sorry!" "Janet?" "'" "I'm not doing this." "Fine." "Calm down." "You want to know about the others?" "Go back, calm him down, get him back to his cell." "Calm down!" "I'M NOT SPEAKING TO ANYONE ELSE!" "Geoff!" "Janet!" "Janet, I need you to calm down, and I need you to do it now." "Right." "I blew that in the first five minutes and I've made a total fool of myself in front of everyone and now you all know something I'd really prefer none of you to know." "Right." "Well, I don't think it's anywhere near as bad as you think, and what some twisted little twat thinks is neither here nor there." "You handled that perfectly." "He was pushing you, and you stopped it." "Me and Ade have split up." "I didn't tell you because you've always got enough on." "I'm sorry." "Don't be." "Is it because of Andy?" "No!" "No." "God, no." "So..." "How are the girls coping?" "Look." "Have a break." "Give him half an hour, give yourself half an hour." "Don't go back if you don't want to, but you should, cos you're winning." "He's gonna regret that." "He's not gonna blow it." "This is a holiday for him, three days out of Strangeways." "He doesn't want to go back any sooner that he has to." "He admitted more to you in 10 seconds than he ever told a Tier 5." "It's your call, but I'm asking you not to give up." "Boss?" "We've picked one up in Fallowfield." "Taxi driver, Asian, 20, dragged from his car, beaten up and strangled." "Control room say it's kicking off down there." "I've got to go." "Mike." "Gill." "What do we know?" "The lad raised the alarm on his radio when he realised what was happening, so all these other taxi drivers piled in." "They've moved the body, they've walked all over the scene." "We cleared it just as quickly as we got here, Gill, but..." "Is this the parents?" "Identify his family, immediate family." "Take... em home." "Explain exactly what's going to happen, when and how, and tell them I'll come and talk to them just as soon as I can." "Is this the mother?" "All right." "Thank you." "I have to be with him!" "Nothing you can do, Mrs Madari." "He's gone." "I'm sorry." "Leave it to us." "It's been waiting to happen ever since I can remember!" "This is so shit, because of all the people... of all the people - not him." "God, not him!" "20 years old." "He's a baby." "He's a lad!" "And you, you're the lad's...?" "His brother." "I'm his brother." "OK." "No." "No girlfriend." "He didn't have a girlfriend." "Are you listening to me?" "He had no enemies." "He didn't owe no one any money, he were a good lad, he was..." "Everybody liked him." "If you knew him you'd get it." "He was the s... sweetest lad." "This, this was about the colour of his skin." "We've got a mobile number from whoever rang for a taxi, somebody calling himself Giggs." "He said him and his mates wanted to go from The Sportsman pub, which is where Yusuf picked him up... to Irlingham Road, which is where Yusuf was killed." "So." "CCTV from the pub to Irlingham Road, please, Andy." "I want statements from anyone in the pub, starting with bar staff." "I want a statement from the radio operator at the cab company." "I know the family thinks it's racist, and it may well be, but we can't assume that." "I want details of any rivalry, vendetta, fallout, grievance, grudge this lad had with anyone at home, at work, anywhere else." "I've got to pop downstairs." "What have you got?" "He's written journals." "Diaries." "He's told her he detailed everything he's done, going back years." "'I suppose it'd be quite a study, wouldn't it?" "For someone.'" "I imagine so." "Pretty boring." "But I suppose it was part of it." "Like documenting it all." "Dennis Neilsen did the same." "Only I can draw better than him, and he wasn't consistent." "I can write better than him as well." "Oh, so they're illustrated?" "Oh yeah." "Yeah, yeah." "And written in code." "I've invented a code!" "I know it's weird and ridiculous and unlikely." "Where's he hidden them?" "Every house he's ever lived in, every car he's ever owned, was turned inside out by Polsa six months ago." "You won't find... em." "Not in a million years." "How come?" "So you know, Mitch and/or Lee will probably be telling everyone, and I didn't want you to be the last one to know, so... there you go." "OK." "So you started seeing Andy again, again." "And then you finished with him again?" "Well, so there's nothing to know, is there?" "If you've finished with him again?" "Look, come on." "You're not the only copper ever to have a fling with another copper." "Yeah, I know that." "I just can't stand being the butt of other people's..." "Shit." "What?" "He's just walked in." "Has he seen us?" "Yep." "Um, so..." "So." "Evening." "Hello." "Can I get anyone a drink?" "No, we're all right, thanks." "How did you get on with Hastings?" "Good." "Made progress, after a bit of a blip at the beginning." "Yeah." "Mitch told me." "Did he." "Don't worry." "Gill's had a word with both of... em, him and Lee." "If it gets to be office gossip, their lives won't be worth living." "I'm assuming she knows." "Would you mind if I had five minutes with Janet, alone?" "That won't be necessary." "I'd appreciate it." "I don't think Janet wants me to..." "Piss off, Rachel." "I'd rather you didn't." "Fine." "OK." "Well." "What I wanted to say is," "I think you've been through a lot lately, and I won't add to your problems." "Far from it." "I want to help you." "So I'm gonna back off, Janet." "But I'll be here." "When you want me to be, cos I don't think you're in a good place to make decisions this minute." "I've waited a long time." "I'll wait longer." "I'll wait as long as I have to, cos you and I both know this was meant to be." "No, Andy." "Don't say anything else right now..." "Please don't kid yourself." "Why did you sleep with me again?" "Why would you sleep with anyone if you didn't have feelings for them?" "You're not like that." "I don't want to talk about this now." "Why not go and buy some crisps?" "She doesn't want any." "I don't think you know your own mind at the moment." "It's completely understandable." "I don't think you hear what she's saying." "When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it." "Look, you might be right." "I am in a funny place." "But I am genuinely warning you not to hold your breath." "I've got to get home." "Me too." "I'll walk you to your car." "Look, leave her." "You said you'd back off." "So back off." "You shouldn't have said that." "Not that I don't appreciate it, cos I do." "You're feeling guilty." "Don't." "Yeah." "But I..." "D'you wanna go somewhere else?" "D'you wanna get shit-faced?" "I do." "When was this?" "Bristol." "So he tries to get you killed and they're not pressing charges?" "On what planet?" "Ah... no evidence." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because I can't stand thinking about it, never mind talking about it." "I'm amazed." "I'm appalled." "So he's gets his miserable bitch of a life back together, and I'm..." "Well, he'll never work as a barrister again." "He's got a job." "He's got a job, Janet, on, at some chambers up on St John's Street, advising." "On what?" "Law." "How do you know?" "I've been doing a bit of..." "And he..." "I hope you haven't PNC-ing him." "Don't be daft." "He..." "And like I'd tell you if I was?" "So he's back in his pin stripes, swanning round in his swanky flat." "And me, old trashy irrelevant me, what am I doing?" "Arr..." "Uh..." "Screwing up my sergeant's exam." "That was unfortunate." "Unfortunate?" "You've no idea what it was, Janet." "I know." "I'm sorry." "I know how much it meant to you." "But I think the fact that you went back to take care of Dom says more about you as a human being..." "I don't want to be a human being." "I wanna be a chief inspector!" "I wanna be her, I wanna be better than her." "I'm gonna be your boss one day." "Good." "Good." "Good luck with that." "Ah, you think I'm joking." "No, I think you haven't had enough to eat today, and you're gonna feel like shit in the morning." "I bet you fifty quid... fifty quid you'll be calling me ma'am one day." "So keep laughing, pal." "I'll call you ma'am now if you like." "So come on Sherlock." "Volumes, journals, diaries." "You're a psychopathic murdering creepy little nutter..." "Am I?" "So where d'you hide... em?" "Bearing in mind Polsa's pulled apart every house you've ever lived in, every car, every lorry you've ever driven." "Well, he could have buried... em." "Polsa can't have dug up the gardens of all these houses, can they?" "Or did they?" "I don't know." "I'll ask." "What's his thing?" "Like has he got a thing, like why did he do what he did?" "Well, he's fixated with his mother." "He's obsessed by how much he hates her." "It's really sickly." "It's horrible." "Well, obviously." "Do you know, he told me that he on purpose had his mother buried rather than cremated, because he liked to think about her rotting slowly for ever." "He's a sick fuck." "Yep." "Oh look, here's a cab." "What happened?" "Oh, had something she needed to get off her chest." "And... she's been a bit upset about it, that's all." "Shall I get a bucket?" "Um... yeah, I would." "And a big glass of water, Dom." "Yeah." "Right, Rachel?" "I'm going to go now." "I'm going to set your alarm... 6:00am." "OK?" "Oh, Rachel." "Come on." "Come on, it's all right." "Shh." "What's happened?" "Oh, we deal with some pretty unpleasant customers, and once in a flood it gets to you." "Is it cos she missed her exam?" "No." "No..." "Well, partly." "Look, Dom, I've got an early start myself, so..." "No, no." "You go." "I'll look after her." "Thanks for bringing her back." "Right." "Good night." "You think you feel like shit?" "I've got another delightful day with Geoff Hastings." "I'm sorry, for what I did or said or..." "Ugh." "Do you hate me?" "No." "You need to do it now and again." "We all do." "You're fine, you were fine." "You were just a bit upset." "Was I?" "Mm." "D'you... know anything about this?" "Ah." "Now if that was Nick Savage." "What?" "That lamp post." "I remember, now you've said it." "I did something else as well." "What?" "Have you got a minute?" "Sure." "Right." "Ready." "Let's do it." "Can I...?" "Uh, last night..." "I noticed this morning, the call register on my phone." "Um, did I..." "Me and Janet got a bit..." "Well, I got a bit..." "Pissed." "Empty stomach, not good." "And, did I..." "Did I ring you last night?" "Don't you remember?" "So what did I, did I... did I say anything um, rude?" "Yeah." "D'you think you might have done?" "Um..." "Do you really not remember?" "..No." "You said. "Geoff Hastings has buried his journals in his mother's grave"." "And has he?" "Dunno." "But we'll find out." "We need to find out where the grave is, who owns it, then find a company that does ground-penetrating radar." "I could apply for an exhumation order, but it'll take Theresa May a month of Sundays to sign the damned thing, and anyway, it's like you said last night... if they are there, they won't be in the coffin." "They'll be where he can get access to... em." "Anyway, we'll find out." "You should get pissed more often." "What were that about?" "Nothing." "Were it... nothing... about me?" "Don't take me on, Rachel." "So the mobile phone Yusuf's attackers used to call the taxi was reported lost or stolen three days ago." "We've had a list from telecoms, all incoming and outgoing calls from that number over the last three days, since it went AWOL." "Five numbers have been been called from that phone in that time, as well as the one to the taxi company." "So I want HP actions for those five numbers." "I want names, addresses, and I want all five addresses visited today." "Andy, where are we with CCTV?" "Kev?" "Uh, we've gathered most of it around the murder scene, and we've probably got about 50% from where he picked up his last fare, at The Sportsman pub." "I've not done the full viewing logs yet but looks like we've got the victim's cab picking up two white blokes at a time that fits the phone call received by Centaur Cabs." "Good." "Yeah, but it needs enhancing." "Well, let's make that a high priority action as well." "Andy?" "OK, thank you." "I was seeing her about something..." "completely else." "And if you think I'd squeal to a senior officer about a colleague, even if he is behaving like a pig, then you don't know me." "Hello." "Just thought I'd pester you." "Nice." "I tried ringing you last night." "Well, I was out with Janet, so..." "You must have seen you had about 15 missed calls from me." "What d'you want?" "How are you feeling?" "Mm-hm." "What d'you want?" "Picture me, if you will, in your mind's eye, as going on one knee..." "What, straining your seams round your backside, you mean?" "'Yeah, go on.'" "What are you doing on Saturday 23rd August, 3:00 in the afternoon?" "You're a knob." "'Yeah.'" "Booked, paid for, and," "Con Club in Royton can do us a lovely buffet that afternoon." "Well, hell, I can't argue with that, can I?" "So is that a yes?" "'Yeah.'" "But do please just bear in mind that I probably won't turn up." "You can't not turn up for your own wedding, Rachel Bailey." "It's perverse." "Sean, endearing as all this is, this... drivel, can I spell it out to you in words of one syllable... clever mad girl not marrying stupid sexy boy." "No, you are." "Not." "And then - a fortnight in Cleethorpes!" "Well, I say a fortnight." "It'll probably be a long weekend." "A long wet weekend?" "Well, yeah." "Well, I mean I can't guarantee the weather." "But rain or shine, I will be with you every moment of every day." "Not to mention every night." "What more could any girl ask for?" "Eh?" "Let's be honest." "Tempting as all this is," "I am sadly going to have to tell you to sod off." "You, lady, do not know how to live." "'CK to all patrols." "House fire, 27 Chester Road, Oldham.'" "'Persons reported.'" "Quebec Tango." "3-2, en route." "I gotta go." "George!" "It's not boring exactly, to talk about, but... it's over and done with." "And you know what?" "Being me is a private thing." "It's not really anyone else's business." "Geoff." "If you don't tell me anything, we can't move forward, in us being here." "I understand it's complicated for you, talking about these deaths." "But unless we make progress together, they're gonna call a halt to it." "Now, you specifically asked to talk to me, but you're not doing." "I told you about my diaries." "Yeah, but you don't want me to know where they are." "Well, it's... personal." "I understand that, and it's fine." "But unless you give me more, I will just terminate the interview again, because there's no point in either of us being here." "You can't rush me." "If you want to know things, you can't rush me." "So in reverse order, the last call, the sixth call, obviously, was to Centaur Cabs where Yusuf worked." "The two calls previous to that, and only a few minutes apart, were to other cab companies in the area," "Lightzing Cabs and Alliance Cabs." "Why would you call more than one taxi?" "If they were busy." "Maybe the first two that turned up weren't what they wanted." "Maybe the first two drivers didn't have the colour of skin they were looking for." "The third call was to a mobile registered to a Michelle Wilson, at an address in Longsight, 4:40am." "The second call was to Pizza Parade, Longsight, 7:50 the evening before, and the first call was to a mobile registered to an Aidan Cutler, also at an address in Longsight, 2:40pm." "So how's Sean?" "Sean's Sean." "He's asked me to be his best man." "What?" "At this wedding." "What wedding?" "Yours." "When did he ask you?" "Rang me up this morning." "You don't know him." "He doesn't know you." "He's all right, he's a good lad." "Can you imagine, how very NOT that is going to happen, ever, on any planet, in any solar system?" "There's only one solar system." "So I'm shit at physics." "It's not physics, it's astronomy." "You'd know that if you were sergeant material." "Sorry." "Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident Team." "We're making a few inquiries about an incident yesterday lunch time." "Are you Michelle Wilson?" "Yeah..." "Have you got a few minutes?" "Did what?" "He rang her up at four..." "whenever it was, in the morning, on the stolen phone that was used to ring the taxi." "He was smashed out of his head, shouting abuse at her." "It's her ex, Darren Walcott, 24." "She's given us an address." "It's the same as the one from the pizza place that was rung for a delivery, again on the same stolen phone." "25 Horton Road, Longsight." "What d'you want us to do?" "Drive past his address." "Let us know what sort of property it is." "We'll get an intelligence package on... what was his name, Darren?" "Walcott." "Darren Walcott." "And a warrant." "Then we'll be knocking on his door within an hour." "Why were you talking to Godzilla this morning with the door shut?" "Why does everyone think my business is their business?" "If you're wanting to talk to me about Jesus the Redeemer, you can do one." "Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident Team." "Does Darren Walcott live here?" "What's he done?" "Are you his mother?" "No, I'm his father." "Is he in?" "Is he hell." "He's never in." "But he does live here?" "He'll be in t'Sportsman." "Will he." "Either that or The Shears." "The Shears?" "That's down...?" "Down there, yeah." "OK." "Can we come in and have a look round?" "Are you calling me a liar?" "I've got a warrant." "Have you checked cupboards and loft?" "'Everything." "He wasn't there.'" "We're just making our way round to The Shears now." "He'd have to be a special kind of stupid to be in The Sportsman." "Don't go in heavy-handed." "Send Kev and Rache in." "They can look like they're buying a drink but see if they can see him." "Sorry, love, you don't know a lad called Darren Walcott?" "Yeah." "Has he been in here lately?" "With his mate." "Just got in a taxi." "We believe the taxi is heading south, possibly down Stockport Road out of Longsight towards Rushford Park." "We need urgent backup, a marked patrol car, to stop him." "Would you pick up two scrotey lads after yesterday?" "It's a different company." "They probably don't realise." "'Hello." "Luxor Cabs?" "'" "This is DC Rachel Bailey, with the Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident team." "One of your drivers just picked up two lads from The Shears pub, Longsight." "Do not mention the police, but we need you to contact him and find out his exact location." "Can you do that for me?" "Yeah, go for it, hard man." "Want to wake up in hospital?" "Agh!" "I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder." "Get off me, you lesbian!" "Shut up, arsehole." "You need not say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention..." "something you later rely on." "Do you understand me, shithead?" "Oww!" "How's it going?" "Blood out of a stone." "Hm." "GPR costs seven grand to survey the grave." "That's the lowest quote." "What about this?" "Rather than waste taxpayers... money, and as it's the mad idea of a pissed copper in the middle of the night, and these diaries might not even be there... call me unethical, but don't you need the next of kin's permission to disturb the grave?" "Yeah, normally." "Not in this case, though." "I can do it anyway." "Yeah, but if we ask his permission to search, and they are in there, he's gonna go ballistic, isn't he?" "Cheaper than spending seven grand." "That is... yeah, unethical." "Sod it." "Go for it." "Try it." "Certainly not!" "No." "No." "No." "Of course not." "Why would you want to do something like that?" "Because my boss thinks that there might be something there, buried, with your mother, that's, um, pertinent to this conversation." "You don't touch that grave." "You do not touch that grave." "You don't go anywhere near that grave." "She's mine." "That's mine." "SHE'S MINE!" "SHE'S MINE!" "THAT'S MINE." "All right." "Right, calm down." "'SHE'S DEAD AND SHE'S BURIED AND SHE'S MINE!" "'" "I said, calm down." "SHE'S MINE!" "Oo, he didn't like that, did he?" "Darren, you think you could try and look up here, please?" "Thank you." "Could you explain to me where you were yesterday, between twelve noon and one?" "It's political." "Is it?" "Can you explain that to me?" "You've got to send out a message, don't you?" "Do you?" "Yeah?" "And can you explain to me where you were..." "It's Kill-a-Paki Week." "He'd got a place at Birmingham University, to study to be a doctor." "He was just making a few quid driving cabs before he went." "First one in their family to go." "What a waste." "And what for?" "Why?" "Because some misinformed dickhead with the IQ of a pork pie, who'd won fifty quid on a scratch card, decided to celebrate by getting pissed and..." "Ugh, he just said it, so matter-of-fact." "And then half-an-hour later - you won't believe this..." "I found him crying his eyes out, cos the police surgeon had examined him." "I thought he was gonna say he'd got cancer." "No, he'd got lice." "And I'm thinking, on so many levels," ""Your brain's not wired up properly, pal."" "How's your hand?" "It's killing me." "How are you, anyway?" "I'm fantastic." "If those diaries are there... and we've every reason to think they are, from how he reacted... we're going have so many answers for a lot of people who've had a lot to cope with" "for God knows how many years." "What's he doing here?" "Here she is!" "What's going on?" "Andy's popped in to see us." "Hi." "What are you doing here?" "I wondered about getting a takeaway." "Your mum says she's not started cooking, so..." "I'll pay for it." "No, you won't." "Don't be daft." "Can we have Chinese?" "Sure." "Is that all right, Janet?" "I brought two bottles of wine." "I'll get the takeaway menu." "Is it in the kitchen drawer, Mum?" "Um... yeah." "Take your coat off, Andy." "I'll go fetch it, don't worry." "You relax." "I know you've had a long day." "Andy, I really don't need this." "Don't be like that." "Come on, we can have a nice evening, all of us." "Are you all right?" "Yeah, yeah." "I've just been shut in a room all day with Geoff Hastings, and I really would've preferred just to come home and switch off." "I'm not going to talk about work." "I don't know why you're here." "I've... explained to Dorothy that we've been seeing each other." "It's fine." "Don't you worry about what I think." "I'm not moral." "I know you like to think I am..." "Andy shouldn't be here." "He knows why." "I'm not seeing him." "He wasn't invited." "And, um, I would like you to leave." "We've all been working very hard lately, and..." "Why can you not just accept that?" "I think you'll thank me eventually, I do, for being persistent." "You used to see each other when you were training, at Bruche." "D'you remember?" "Yeah, yeah, Mum." "Why don't you just..." "What are you playing at?" "I'm not playing at anything." "I wish you'd get it out of your head that I am." "Takeaway menu." "Good." "Thanks." "You decide what you want." "Go and ask Taisie what she wants." "Can you just give us a minute, Mum?" "Sure." "Andy." "This is weird." "You're coming across as weird." "I'm sorry I can't give you what you want." "I've tried, and I've failed, because... it's just not right for me." "You have to accept that." "I'm not screwed up." "I'm not all over the place." "I am potentially more sorted than I've ever been." "Please accept this." "I don't know what to say to make you see..." "You don't have to say anything, you just have to..." "I'd like you to leave." "We could just have a really pleasant evening." "Aside from you and me..." "Andy, we're starting to talk about harassment." "I will talk to Gill about this unless you start to get the message." "Don't follow me." "Nick Savage." "Just can't get rid of him, can I?" "Let it go." "He tried to kill me, Janet." "You wouldn't like to go for a meal?" "Or a drink?" "I might take you bowling." "Me, you and the boy." "You've got a kid?" "She's dressed in a..." "sexy pretend police lady's outfit." "Oh my God, she is!" "I'm gonna resign." "You watch this space."