"Is there someone else?" "No." "Have you got time for a drink or..." "I don't know what you had to do, Dom, in prison to get by but that is in the past, you're in my world now." "Are you all right?" "You just saved my life." "Rachel?" "Sean?" "I'd better go." "Andy." "Come on." "No." "Please, come on." "It's nearly midnight." "I've got to get home." "Have you thought any more about telling the girls?" "I can't, not at the minute." "Not with a job like this one." "I hardly see them as it is, never mind..." "Why don't we try and organise a Sunday off together and take them for a meal and tell them?" "Together, and Dorothy." "Yeah... just not now." "Not with this job like it is." "Obviously not now." "I mean, in a couple of weeks." "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah." "You don't sound too convinced." "I'm tired." "Is everything OK?" "It's fine." "I'm still a bit..." "What?" "Bothered... about why you didn't tell me you and Ade had split up." "Are you going to keep picking at this?" "No, I'm not." "I'm sorry." "I'm just..." "You are." "I didn't want to talk about it." "I didn't want people coming up to me saying," "'Oh, I'm sorry to hear about you and Ade.'" "I wanted time to think about things." "Properly." "Yeah, but..." "I'm not on about 'people'." "I'm on about me." "Janet." "Don't analyse things to death." "'Detectives in Greater Manchester are continuing the search for the missing schoolboy, Dylan Nicols." "Following Dawn Nichols' plea yesterday for information on her eight-year-old son's whereabouts," "Manchester Police's Major Incident Team have recieved hundreds of calls with alleged sightings of Dylan in Amsterdam and Barcelona.' We want him home." "We just want him home." "'Friends, relatives and neighbours have joined a team of more than 100...' Look, look, there's me." "'In the search for Dylan...' Where?" "'Who was last seen four days ago.'" "Hello?" "Uh, yeah, it is, yeah." "Tomorrow morning?" "What time?" "Uh..." "Yeah, no, it's fine." "Yeah, that's fine." "It's fine." "Thank you." "Nine o'clock?" "Thank you." "All right, bye-bye-bye." "What?" "Dom's gotta have an HIV test." "That was the clinic." "I've booked him an appointment for three weeks but they've had a cancellation and they can see him tomorrow at nine." "You couldn't go with him for me, could you?" "I've got my exam, my sergeant's exam." "You're on three elevens." "Look, if someone doesn't go with him then he's not going to turn up." "I've taken three hours out of the exam." "I don't want to ask Godzilla if I can have the whole morning off." "Not in the middle of this." "Why's he got to have an HIV test?" "Course I will." "Course I will." "Course I'll go with him." "Is it:" "A - when he arranges to meet the child?" "B - when he starts walking to meet the child?" "C - when he first meets the child in the park?" "D - he does not commit the offence as he has not previously communicated with the child?" "I think it's B - when he's walking to meet the child." "I think it's A - when he arranges to meet the child." "Well, go on, then!" "What?" "D. Why?" "How come?" "Section 15 makes it an offence for a person aged 18 or over... or to travel with the intention of meeting a child..." "DS Roper... the stumbling block to the offence in this question is the lack of previous communication." "Thanks." "He's here." "He has entered the building." "Ooh, he's here." "He's here!" "Boss, he's here." "Right, excuse me." "Who's here?" "The Chief Con." "Mr Rutterford?" "Aw, look at you, all star struck." "Why's he here?" "They're having a gold meeting." "Here?" "Mm." "Big enquiry like this, they just do." "It boosts morale allegedly and it looks good." "Do we get to sit in on it?" "Of course you do, Kevin." "You and the strategic commanders." "We're going to go through to the briefing room, Andy." "Can you organise us some teas?" "Thank you." "Ma'am." "A 48-year-old guy owns a sweet shop which he uses to further his paedophilic desires." "He sees a 12-year-old kid in the shop and has desires to touch him sexually." "He arranges to..." "Put that away." "Get on with what you're supposed to be doing." "Exam's tomorrow!" "I didn't get to bed last night, Kevin." "I didn't even get home." "Get on board." "Idiot." "Mr Rutterford." "Morning." "Good morning." "Sir." "Morning, sir." "Morning, sir." "Thought we'd take it through to the briefing room." "Good, good." "The key to the whole thing, I think we all agree, is the fact that Dylan spent the entire day in the slot machine arcade on Silver Street." "He was in there for upwards of nine hours." "We've identified 47 people who went in there during those nine hours." "Gambling addicts, druggies, alcoholics, a convicted sex offender." "We've identified all 47 and we're in the process of speaking to all 47." "Can you talk me through his last known movements?" "I can, yes." "The arcade manager, Michael Nash, locked up just after eight o'clock." "Dylan was hanging about outside the arcade with a little girl, Louise Armitage." "Nash knew Dylan, knew where he lived, offered to drive him home with Louise Armitage who lives four doors down from Dylan." "Nash dropped them both off on the corner at the end of their street, 8:20, we've got that on CCTV." "Louise went straight home, Dylan didn't." "Dylan said he was going to the chip shop." "Louise wanted to go with him but Dylan wouldn't let her." "Normally he will share." "We both do." "Depends who has the cash." "Why do you think he didn't want to this time, Louise?" "I don't know." "Do you remember what he said?" "'Bugger off, Louise.'" "It was an excuse to get rid of her." "What we also know is that Dylan never went into the chip shop." "CCTV confirms that." "So he had plans other than going in the chip shop and he had to shake Louise off first." "At the minute, Louise is the last person we know spoke to him." "The last sighting is the CCTV from Netherfield Road that you've seen so much of on the news." "So he was walking away from his home and back towards Wynthenshawe." "So where he was going and who he was gonna meet is the $64 million question." "I am convinced it's someone he spoke to at that arcade, during those nine hours." "Obviously, you're talking to this Michael Nash, the arcade manager?" "Oh, are we talking to Michael Nash!" "I've had him in twice with one of the tier threes." "She's downstairs again with him now." "I wish that I'd taken him to the door." "Both of them." "I would have normally... only he were insisting on going buying chips." "So..." "Normally... what do you mean, 'normally', Michael?" "Have you driven Dylan home before?" "I know his mother." "The thing is, I know that he's not old enough to be in the arcade and I know that he should be in school... but I'd rather he was there where I could keep an eye on him." "And what about this registered sex offender?" "Ryan Varney, 22 years old, small-time low-life dickhead." "Mental age of a banana." "Convicted of having sex with a 12-year-old girl five years ago." "We know he spent a lot of time with Dylan that day." "He took photos of him on his phone, messing about in the arcade, and he gave him money for pop and crisps." "I've had him in twice, as well, with another tier three and she's asked him back in today." "There's an eight-year-old boy missing... who, on the day that he went missing, you gave money to and you filmed on your phone." "In an arcade that he wasn't old enough to be in." "On a day that he was meant to be in school." "We've got half of the Manchester Metropolitan Police Force out looking for this kid." "It's really important, Ryan, that you try and tell me the truth." "Do you understand that?" "And what're you thinking?" "I'm thinking that out of the 120-plus people we've TIE-d, one of these two knows significantly more than they're telling us at the moment." "Nash was the last adult to speak to Dylan and Varney has this child sex offence." "Beyond that, it's an instinct." "I'm just unhappy about the pair of them." "And we're thinking the boy's dead?" "Statistically, historically, yeah." "I've got 30 officers doing house-to-house." "I've got 20 dedicated search officers." "Based on advice from POLSA and CATCHEM, we're moving out in concentric half-mile circles from the point of the last sighting on Netherfield Road." "What I'd like to do, Gill..." "Given the nature of the inquiry... this is no reflection on the job you're doing..." "I'd like to bring the review team in sooner rather than later." "Think of it as a support, too, in this instance." "Is Mandy Saunders back off maternity, then?" "No." "Uh, no." "You'll be working with your ex-husband." "I assume you haven't got a problem with that?" "No, sir." "Thanks for asking." "I'd rather he was there in the arcade where I know he's safe than wandering the streets which is what he'd do." "At least then I can say, hand on heart, I was trying to keep an eye on him." "How long have you known Dawn, Michael?" "Five or six months." "Is something the matter, only you seem a little bit embarrassed?" "I..." "OK, well, I've been seeing her." "Dawn." "You mean you've been having a relationship with her?" "Yeah." "What sort of relationship?" "A sexual relationship?" "Yeah, yeah." "Sort of, yeah." "But, obviously, my wife doesn't know." "It's OK, Michael, we're not sat here judging you." "We just want to know where Dylan is and what's happened to him." "Sweet kid." "I just want to help her and be doing something for her." "OK." "I'd like to take you back to that Monday night again, if that's all right with you, Michael?" "After you dropped Dylan off." "But, before I do, when you said just now, 'sweet kid, ' who were you referring to?" "Well, Dawn." "But, yeah, he's a sweet kid and all." "So what we know now, Ryan, is that when you told us that you went to McDonald's after you left the arcade... what we know now is that, in fact, you didn't." "Because we've got CCTV from inside and outside of McDonald's on Campbell Street... and you're not in there at all." "At any point during the evening." "Did I say the one on Campbell's Street, McDonald's?" "Cos it might have been that other one." "By Tesco's." "I don't normally go in that other one but I do sometimes." "OK, but you told me... that when you ordered your meal, you went and sat on the left-hand-side by the window and, opposite, you could see people standing at a bus stop, yeah?" "Do you remember telling me that?" "Yeah." "Did I?" "Mm, Well, you wouldn't have sat on the left-hand-side at the one near Tesco's, would you?" "Because there's no seating down the left-hand-side when you're facing away from the counter." "And you couldn't have seen anybody stood at any bus stops, could you?" "At the one near Tesco's?" "Cos it's in, like, a... like a shopping, industrial estate type of area, isn't it?" "All you'd have seen is a car park." "Yeah, yeah..." "I must have been in that first one, then." "No, Ryan." "That's the point." "You weren't." "Yeah, well, I must have got me days... mixed up, then." "Right." "This Monday night, this last Monday night..." "That is what I normally do do." "I come home from the arcade," "I go and have my tea in McDonald's." "Most days that is what I'm doing." "This Monday was different, wasn't it, because you didn't do that." "You didn't do what you normally do." "What did you do, Ryan?" "Am I under arrest?" "No." "So can I go, please?" "Yeah." "Any time you like." "But I'd have thought that somebody in your position would have wanted us to help you... rule yourself out." "He said he was going to a house in Fallowfield, 11 Enfield Road." "He said he stayed there for four or five hours." "Which, when we got there, is all boarded up." "The whole street is." "Yeah, it's a druggie squat." "He gave us a few names, people he reckons he was there with." "Bash, Smiffey, Digsy... no real names but we're gonna follow it all up with the FIO." "So could he have taken Dylan there?" "He could have done but..." "We searched it thoroughly." "Cellar, attic." "If he was there, he's not there now." "How are we doing with Michael Nash?" "Well, the plot thickens." "Turns out he's having a relationship with Dylan's mother." "I knew there was something he wasn't telling us." "How long's he known her?" "Six months." "How did he meet her?" "I didn't ask." "Do you want me to find out?" "Yes, I do." "Right, tomorrow." "A" " I won't be spending any more time with the press." "I'm handing it over." "It's ridiculous..." "It's not ridiculous, it's necessary, but it's not an appropriate use of my time." "B - nothing to worry about - it's normal in an enquiry this high-profiled... but the review team's coming in." "Right, thank you." "Night-night." "Get some sleep." "Please remember, as you leave the building and beyond, the eyes of the media are on you 24/7." "Do not let yourself be photographed smiling or laughing, doing anything that could be misinterpreted because it will decimate the mother and these delightful people will have no compunction whatsoever, about showing it." "Are you gonna get some sleep?" "Be nice, wouldn't it?" "The parking's shit, apparently, outside the college." "So what do you want to do, drive over there together?" "Save petrol and the hassle of trying to find more than one space." "I suppose we'd better get used to it anyway, you, driving me around, calling me 'Ma'am'." "I'm not gonna come round tonight." "I'm too tired." "Do you mind?" "Something's not right." "I know, I can tell." "You're not committed to this." "I want to take it steady." "I don't want it assumed that I'll be round every night, especially when we're working silly hours." "You're right." "You're tired." "We're both tired." "We're all tired." "Yeah." "A job like this, it affects you." "Whether you like it or not, it just does." "Night-night." "Night." "Good night." "Right." "Ring me as soon as you can if... you know, if you want to." "Look, the point is... if the result isn't the one that you're wanting, you do get counselling straight away so... yeah, so... well, not that you'll need it, probably." " Hopefully, so." " That'll be Kev." "Kev?" "Yeah." "Parking's a nightmare so I'm gonna leave my car here then we're gonna drive over to the college at lunchtime." "Anyway, then I can go for a drink and not have to worry about..." "In fact, why don't we all go for a drink after?" "Yeah?" "Hopefully, probably celebrating." "Yeah?" "Yeah, good luck." "And you." "Ring me." "Yeah." "We'll deal with it." "You don't have to come with me, Sean." "I'm coming with you." "Alternatively, we could always leave mine here and go in your sexy little..." "Yeah, like that's happening." "That's Sean McCartney's car, that sad shitheap." "Is it?" "Are you and him?" "What?" "What?" "You know, I could..." "When you were going with that flashy barrister," "I'm like, 'Fair enough." "Whatever." "At least he's in her league, '" "But, Jesus, Bailey, a road rat?" "He's all right, is Sean." "Anyway, that flashy barrister turned out to be a complete cock, didn't he?" "Chatterton Banana-Bending Factory, good morning." "We've got a body." "She's just rung me." "She wants me at the scene." "Where?" "Rusholme." "Is it a kid?" "Is it him?" "Well, it's a kid." "Right, well, I will see you when I see you." "Look, if I don't see you before lunchtime, good luck." "If I can do it, you can do it..." "with knobs on." "Oh, and Kevin." "If you see Kevin, give him a kiss from me." "Right, yeah, will do." "Yeah, see you." "Was that Scotty?" "The kid's body's turned up." "Is it him?" "Good morning, DCI Murray, MIT." "I need to speak to the duty pathologist." "Can you ask whoever it is to ring me urgently?" "Thanks." "On this number." "And can you flag up that we're going to need a paediatric pathologist as well as the Home Office one?" "Thank you." "I want you to get on to Andy, house-to-house, starting with this street, that street, these streets along here." "Any CCTV in the vicinity going back to last Monday night." "I've seen a bus go along that road so let's find out the route, there might be more than one." "Get hold of any CCTV from any busses." "Mr Welsh, good morning." "DCI Murray, MIT." "I'm at the job on your division..." "Andy." "Yeah, yeah." "I'm with her now." "..age, clothing, hair colour." "The body appears to be our boy." "Given the situation, we're already attracting onlookers." "I'm anticipating the press being here within minutes and I've not got a tent here to cover the body for another hour so what I'm planning to do is move the body sooner rather than later." "I don't even want to wait for the pathologist." "What I don't want is the mother to see the bin." "He's in a bin." "I don't want any vultures photographing the bin." "I seem to remember there are a couple of busses going along there, 36 and 157, there might be another one." "If there's..." "Janet!" "Hang on." "I need a van." "A van we can get a wheelie bin in upright and I need it now." "She says she wants a van now, right now." "Wheelie bin in." "I think she's planning on moving the body before the vultures descend." "I will indeed." "Thank you." "Ta-ta..." "Yeah, OK." "Speak later, bye." "Kid in a bin, eh?" "I love this job, I love this job." "Do you know why?" "I'm the one that gets to nail the bastard that did this to the wall by his fucking testicles." "Heather!" "Good morning." "DCI Murray, MIT." "Can you put me through to Mr Rutterford, please?" "Mitch." "Is it bad news?" "Hello, Mr Nash." "Have you found him?" "We've come to see Dawn." "Dawn!" "It's Mitch and another one." "DC Bailey." "What are you doing here, Mr Nash?" "I'm a friend of the family." "Oh." "Have you found him?" "Where's your mum, Dawn?" "She's..." "Do you want to sit down for me?" "Do you want to give Cheryl a call for me, Michael?" "Do you want me to sit in with you, Dawn?" "Can you give Cheryl a shout for me?" "Cheryl!" "Dawn..." "You've found him!" "Haven't you?" "Have they found him?" "Do you want to go in with Dawn, Mrs Williams?" "Why don't you go make some tea?" "She needs me with her." "No, she's got her mother in there with her." "This is stupid, the way I'm being treated." "I want to help her." "This isn't about you, Michael." "So if you really care about Dawn, go and put the kettle on." "We think it is Dylan." "Mickey!" "Mickey!" "Mickey!" "Mickey!" "Mickey!" "Andy, Dirty Dave's rung him asking when you're available to brief the review team." "Any time this morning." "Ohh." "Are you gonna give me an answer or are you gonna make like an ostrich?" "Yeah, that last one." "Tell him to tell him I'll be back in the office at half past and if he doesn't mind allowing me to kill two birds with one stone, he can join us for the briefing, all right?" "Did you get that?" "Hello?" "Guess what?" "I'm fine!" "I'm fine!" "I'm absolutely fucking brilliant!" "Oh, God." "Oh, God." "Hey, Rachel, thanks for making me go." "It's not a problem." "Erm, Rachel?" "What?" "I love you." "I love you too." "See ya." "See ya." "Talk me through Michael Nash's alibi." "Nash dropped Dylan and Louise off at the end of their road at approximately 8:20pm." "Our last sighting of Dylan walking along Netherfield Road is at 8:45pm." "At 8:47, Nash is four miles away buying sweet-and-sour pork from a Chinese takeaway in Openshaw near to where he lives." "We've got the till roll." "The fellow remembers him." "He's a regular." "They had a conversation about wind turbines and solar panels." "Then, he says, he went home." "His wife and kids weren't there that night, they were visiting relatives in Sheffield but we know that he phoned her at 11pm or, at least, that a phone call was made from his house." "Whether he actually did go home before he made that phone call at 11pm, we don't know." "We found nothing to suggest otherwise but I'm not convinced." "Obviously, the onus is on us to prove he was elsewhere not him to prove he was at home." "Do you know, I'd really like to know where those takeaway cartons are." "If they're in his rubbish then we know he went straight home but if they're not then where are they?" "Have you suspended his refuse collections?" "I can do." "What time's the post-mortem?" "Some time today, hopefully." "There's logistical issues." "You couldn't event trying to get a paediatric pathologist and our Home Office pathologist in the same city at the same time." "It will be interesting to know what's in the lad's stomach, eh?" "Absolutely, it will." "What about Ryan Varney?" "He's a better suspect." "He lied to us about where he was, he filmed the lad on a mobile phone, he gave him money." "His new alibi, which we're still looking at, puts him in a house less than 200 yards away from where Dylan's body turned up this morning." "He's got a previous conviction for an underage sex offence." "The other thing to say about Nash, of course, is that he's been messing about behind his wife's back." "With Dylan's mother, is the point." "How long for?" "Six months." "How did he meet her?" "Online." "Online dating." "Have you found his... online profile thing?" "No, I didn't realise you wanted me to." "Yes, please." "Ma'am, is it all right if me and Kev get off?" "Yes, go!" " Good luck!" " Good luck!" "Go for it, you can do it." "Sergeant's exam." "Well, break a leg." "Good luck, Kev." "Has anyone got a car, registration Sierra-Lima-Zero-Eight-Romeo-Zebra Charlie?" "Red CLS?" "Yeah, it's mine." "Why?" "Somebody's towing it away apparently." "Shit." "Oh, shit." "Slob arse." "That's an interesting choice to spend money on for a personalised number plate, isn't it, Ma'am?" "And I'm the best man in your life ever that you've ever had anything to do with ever." "You are definitely up there with the best of them, Sean, at this present moment in time." "So, what I was thinking was we need to stop messing about, you and me, and just get married." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." "Whatever." "No, we are... you and me, destined to be together." "Why?" "Why do we always end up in bed together, eh?" "Even when we haven't seen each other for years." "I mean, this has been going on, on-and-off, since we were, what?" "14?" "It's meant to be." "It's just so obvious." "I'm surprised I'm having to spell it out." "I'm suprised we've not thought of it sooner." "I am never going to meet anyone more fantastic than you." "You are never going to meet anyone more fantastic than me." "Just think of the fantastic kids we'll be having." "You can't fight fate." "What do you want for your tea?" "You see, a fellow like Sean..." "and I can see he can be amusing in a limited sort of way..." "he's just got no ambition." "You need a fellow..." "Neither have you." "I do." "No, you don't." "You're a chancer." "You float along the line of least resistance." "Why am I doing this exam, then?" "Why am I in MIT?" "I know you all like to think I'm a knob but who gets into MIT being a knob?" "Kevin, you're the exception that proves the rule." "That's why we love you." "Your sole function on this planet is to make the rest of us look good." "I saved your life!" "Hello?" "Yeah, it is, yeah." "What?" "No, no, I'll be there." "I'm on my way." "What's up?" "My brother's in hospital." "He's been involved in some sort of traffic accident." "He's unconscious." "You're kidding." "I've gotta go." "You're kidding!" "What about the..." "I need a taxi!" "Alison?" "Shit." "I'll drive you." "No, you won't." "Alison, Dom's been in an accident." "He's at hospital in Royal Oldham and he's unconscious." "That's as much as I know." "They've just rung me." "I'm gonna get round there now." "Shit." "Shit." "Fucking shit." "I'll take you!" "No." "I'm taking you." "You're not missing it because of me." "Don't be daft!" "Kevin!" "You'd do the same for me!" "I wouldn't." "We're missing a trainer, boss." "It's probably in the bin contents." "Gill?" "You're interested in the stomach content." "Have you come across that before?" "Sweet and sour." "Sweet and sour, kiddy's stomach content." "Can you get someone to draft an order for arresting Michael Nash?" "And let's get his rubbish collection suspended." "Will do." "See you." "Oh, my God." "His profile on this dating site!" "'Single mothers welcome'." "The calling card of paedophiles everywhere." "He wasn't just grooming the kid, he's groomed the family." "Have you got any biscuits, Rach?" "Usual place." "I will pay you back." "Like when you burnt my kitchen?" "How are you going to pay me back, Dom?" "You sell your arse a few more times?" "I still owe Ј5,000 on that car." "You weren't insured, Dominic." "You've written her car off and you're made her miss her sergeant's exam." "Do you know?" "Have you any idea?" "Have you got the tiniest little inkling of how much that meant to her, eh?" "Do you know how hard she's worked?" "And you weren't even bloody-well unconscious for more than five seconds." "It isn't his fault that the hospital rung us." "I was just happy." "So you thought you'd go for a spin in somebody else's car?" "What you gonna do?" "Go back to work." "Tea." "Come on." "I'll drop you off at Oldham." "OK, let's go." "You guys stay here." "We'll go around the other side." "Michael, I've come to see Dawn." "Is she in?" "Yeah." "Can I have a word with you, Mr Nash, in another room?" "What for?" "Kitchen." "What for?" "Kitchen." "Dawn, I've come here with some of my colleagues." "What's happening is they're just in the kitchen just now with Michael." "They're just arresting him." "Mickey?" "Why would..." "Why are they..." "Mickey's not..." "Mickey wouldn't..." "Why are they arresting Mickey?" "There are certain questions that we have to ask him." "Trust me, Dawn, and I know you and me have only known each other for four days... but trust me." "He does need to be under arrest." " Ohh!" " Get off me!" "Bastard!" "All right." "All right." "All right." "It wasn't me, Dawn!" "It wasn't me!" "I wouldn't do that to Dylan!" "Why would I do that to Dylan?" "Ow!" "Ow!" "How did you get on?" "Where's Kevin?" "We have had some information, following a bit of joined-up thinking." "One of the cars spotted in the area where Dylan went missing, reported stolen two weeks previously, belongs to a Graham Sutherland." "Yeah?" "So Sutherland is Michael Nash's brother-in-law." "Jesus!" "So..." "So he stole his brother-in-law's car two weeks ago." "This is so planned." "He grooms the family and then targets a car to pinch?" "I missed my exam." "My brother was in an accident and I had to go to the hospital so I missed it." "Oh, my God!" "Is he OK?" "Yeah, he's fine." "Sorry." "I don't want to talk about it." "Well, Rach..." "No, really." "Really." "More flowers?" "Mm." "Who are they from this time?" "Same." "So, from the PM we know that Dylan was strangled." "The marks left on his neck suggest a belt just under an inch wide." "There's also the imprint of what may well be a buckle, here, like he's tethered with this thing round his neck." "We took a belt off Nash when we brought him in." "Good." "Well, let's see if we can get a match." "If we don't, we got POLSA turn his house inside out." "I think what he's done is... he's been to buy this Chinese." "He's driven home in his own car, picked up this other one... this one he's nicked... went back to meet Dylan somewhere... where?" "With his glutinous bright red sweet-and-sour pork." "I'm retrieving all the stuff from the bins round the back of the arcade." "I think that's a likely candidate for where he took him, lured him." "Then he did what he did to him and we're waiting now to see if we got any CCTV of that same stolen car going over to Fallowfield later that same night when..." "let's assume the same night..." "Dylan was dumped." "Is someone interviewing Nash's wife?" "Oh, yeah." "And Nash's solicitor's gone in with him, has he?" "Ten minutes since." "I can confirm that this morning, a child's body was found in the Rusholme area of Manchester." "Dylan's mother, Dawn, subsequently identified her son's body." "'This afternoon, a man was arrested." "The arrested man turned out to be Michael Nash who had presented himself as a friend of the family and who, earlier in the day, had made this impassioned please.'" "We just ask that Dawn be left alone in peace so that she can try..." "Hello?" "Mum, it's gonna be another late one." "That's all right, love." "Are the girls all right?" "Yes, Tasie made burgers at school and we've had them for our tea." "I had to add a few onions and mushrooms." "Oh, and a bit of tomato puree!" "But she did very well." "It was very tasty." "Anyway, you've caught him!" "Yeah, we think we have." "We've made an arrest." "I suppose you'll have a lot of paperwork to do." "Who'll be actually interviewing him, then?" "Gill?" "I didn't do it." "I didn't do it." "I didn't do it." "Does the name Adam Hoyle mean anything to you, Michael?" "I didn't do it." "Have you ever used another name?" "Following your appearance on the news this evening when you made a statement on behalf of the family outside Dawn's house, we've received a number of calls identifying you as Patrick David Whitmore." "Well, you see, things like that... come back to haunt you." "Mud sticks." "Are you Patrick David Whitmore?" "Yeah, I changed my name." "I had to." "Why did you chance your name, Michael?" "Why did he go on the news like that?" "He must have known people would recognise him." "They do." "They're thick." "They can't help it." "They like to put themselves at the heart of the investigation." "Look at Ian Huntley, it's a compulsion." "They're sick." "He'd get such a buzz talking to the press like that this afternoon." "That man, that gibbering, sorry, apologetic wreck... is one of the most calculating, cynical, evil human beings you'll ever look at." "11 counts of sexual assault." "Yeah, I was convicted of none of them." "But mud sticks." "And he still trying to damage me with it now." "Not him." "He didn't ring in." "It was his sister." "Adam Hoyle took his own life eight years ago right after you walked free from court." "Well, he brought it on himself." "I never touched him." "He lied." "He lied and he lied." "Yeah, but he was obviously sick in the head." "Hey, how was your exam?" "I'm going to have to re-sit it next year." "My brother had an accident." "I missed it." "Is he... all right?" "Yes, thank you." "He's fine." "We found a car, a blue Ford Fiesta, registered to your brother-in-law, Graham Sutherland." "He reported it stolen two weeks ago." "In it, in the boot... we found a trainer stuck down the side by the door." "It matches a trainer that we found on Dylan's body this morning when we removed him from the bin that he'd been left in." "Also in the car, we found takeaway containers." "In them were the remnants of sweet-and-sour pork." "What can you tell me about that, Michael?" "Didn't do it." "We've identified a mark on Dylan's neck as being made by a belt buckle." "The mark is very similar to the buckle on your belt, the belt that we removed from you when you arrived here this evening." "What would your response be to that, Michael?" "I didn't do it." "What we think happened, Michael..." "correct me if I'm wrong... is that you tethered Dylan with the belt while you sexually assaulted him." "Did I mention that we found semen?" "Is that going to turn out to be yours, Michael?" "Hi." "Hi." "I'm not stopping." "OK." "Not even for a drink." "OK." "Sorry." "It's fine." "I don't want to do this any more." "What?" "I nearly went straight home and rang you but I can't." "I don't want to let you go on thinking that this is happening when it isn't." "I've tried and it isn't what I want." "I'm sorry." "I..." "I said to Rach when I split up with Adrian that I didn't want to walk out of one relationship straight into another and that's exactly what I've done." "You spoke to Rachel about Adrian?" "You told me you hadn't told anyone at work." "You said I was the only one that knew." "Yeah, well..." "I tell Rach stuff." "Why?" "She's an airhead." "She's my best friend and she's not an airhead." "She's very far from being an airhead." "She fucked up her exam." "She did not fuck up her exam." "I thought I was your best friend?" "Obviously not." "So... that's it then, is it?" "Just like that?" "Why?" "Time, space." "All the things I've talked about." "All the things that I've never made a secret of." "I hope..." "I hope, we're friends but I can't..." "I'm going now." "Hello." "You evil, pathetic, nasty, little shitbag." "What was his name, Andy?" "Were you?" "Having a fling with him?" "No." "Does the Assistant Chief Con know you had your car repossessed?" "You're not hard up, are you?" "He had no enemies!" "This was about the colour of his skin!" "Andy, we're starting to talk about harassment." "Sean, he's asked me to be his best man." "What?" "At this wedding." "What wedding?" "Yours!"