Glue

~ The guy who died was your friend? ~ Yes. Ian.

~ Elizabeth? ~ Elizabeth Marshall died a few hours ago.

So we're now looking at three murders.

Carl's family owned half of Blackout.

~ We we're gonna use it, go away. ~ Will you marry me?

I've ruined your career, and your response is to ask you to marry me?

~ Why did you ask? ~ Cos I fucked Eli yesterday

and it's been freaking me out ever since.

You do love him, Eli?

What are you doing? What are you doing?

~ What happened to both of you? ~ Cal said we could never say.

DREAM-LIKE BARRAGE OF QUESTIONS

~ DREAM-LIKE ~ Ruth? Ruth?

Ian Salter, 28 years old, sergeant. Good service record.

Sociable and active within the community.

Lived alone, kept himself to himself. No relationships that we're aware of.

George, sir,

there are flowers all over our desks.

You don't have to be in today, you are aware of that.

I wanted to be in today.

Fine.

Well, I can give you an arson, I've got a domestic abuse,

got a horse poisoning...

No, do this. It's an RTA on the Old Bristol Road.

Need some witness statements followed up on.

But I'm on the MIT.

That's their problem now. Your supervising officer was killed.

~ You're off the case. They can't keep you on. ~ SHE SIGHS

I'll give you the choice. Take whichever file you want.

You're not on the MIT anymore. You're one of mine.

~ I thought it was you. ~ I'm sorry?

Your hair's different. But you've always changed it quite a lot.

~ I don't know you are... ~ I'm Mary, Ian's sister.

Oh, hi.

~ I'm so sorry. ~ For the newspapers.

I was told to pick one I liked.

One he looked handsome in.

But I'm his sister, what do I know about that?

Can you help?

You always looked so happy together.

We were so glad he'd found a girlfriend like you.

~ Coming home or going out? ~ Coming home.

You get always get the nasty shifts, don't you?

People take advantage of my better nature.

~ I'm OK. ~ Are you sure? It's no weight off...

I mean, I've got a multipack in my bag.

About Tina, I would say that you could do better,

~ but I think she's the best thing in the world, so... ~ You're right.

Hey, have you ever wondered why haven't we hooked up?

SHE LAUGHS

~ No. ~ Cos you're on my list now I'm a free man. You're in my top five.

Thank you so much.

~ Wow. Top five? ~ Yeah, top five in no particular order.

~ James's sister Bee. ~ I don't wanna listen to the list.

~ Joyce, obviously - ~ Tina's mum? ~ Oof, that woman does things to me.

~ I can't listen to any of this. ~ It's more of a top three actually,

cos, honestly, you and them, that's all I'd want.

Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop...

You're, like, my ambition.

No? You sure babe, not even lunch?

HE SIGHS

~ Hi. ~ Marah says you're staying... for a few days...

I need someone to look after Cassie while I'm working.

And you wanna be here?

And I think I want to be here, yeah.

It's good. You're welcome.

I don't think I can find Cal's killer, Eli.

I thought I knew where to look - but everywhere I looked was wrong.

And now Ian's dead,

and nothing makes sense.

I'm off the case. Back doing the shitty jobs.

You weren't here when my mum died, were you?

We went together, 20 of us, to scatter her up on the Moon Horse.

We burnt fires all night.

See, everyone told me then that there were things to be found.

I tried looking but I couldn't see fuck all.

Until one day.

We don't yet see things clearly.

We're squinting in a fog, peering through the mist.

Is that a Romany saying?

No, Bible. Corinthians.

I always liked the Bible.

Mind out.

You seem stronger.

The mist has cleared a bit. For me.

It's starting to clear.

It's shifted.

HOOVES THUNDER

Safe to approach?

Safe to approach.

Not one of them's a patch on you.

Safe to approach. Not safe to say unnecessary shit.

I tried, Tina. I tried to find you another ride.

Phoned around everyone I knew. No one's biting.

~ But give it time and... ~ And what?

I'll still be the girl who threw the race she should have won, right?

You're going to be OK, you know?

I know that probably means fuck all coming from me - but you are.

I'm asking you, Tina.

Don't make me the one that ruined your life. You're better than that.

~ I was worried I'd got the black eye and you hadn't. ~ I got one an' all.

They've put me on a charge for that, taken away my TV.

I'm sorry for your loss. I wasn't sure what to bring you,

so I brought you some, chocolate, and some fags,

~ and I brought you a porno. ~ Cushty. That'll do fine.

Is that why you're here, is it?

Or shan tute done savo mandi rokkered ke tute?

Got justice pa teero, pal?

Do you remember?

Do you remember this?

From the time we drove down to Kent that summer.

Three years before we lost her.

It was a happy time, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, your mum was on the slide even then.

And Cal got into some shit with the locals.

No, I remember it being happy.

You didn't hit her or me the whole holiday.

A policeman come to see me yesterday.

A contract's been found. Granddad signed it,

part ownership of a racehorse.

~ Blackout. ~ They found that contract?

Oh, you knew about it, did ya?

~ Yeah. ~ I didn't.

It'd been signed over, by granddad,

to Cal and me. With him gone I get half the horse.

With, um, Jackie Warwick owning the other half.

~ How much is it worth? ~ What it's worth don't matter.

It's not my horse. It's Tina Fallon's. She loves it.

I signed it over to her.

Huh.

~ You've done what? ~ And that's why I come here today.

To tell you that anything you thought was coming to you - ain't.

You're in just as much shit when you get out of here

as you were when you come in.

~ I'm not gonna be visiting again. ~ You didn't visit before.

Listen, with mum gone,

with Cal gone,

you can consider your whole fucking family gone.

That horse should have been mine, siviyar.

Turns out it shouldn't have. Turns out you got nothing, Dad.

Huh.

You weren't built for our life.

I see no shame in that.

I'm saying people who think your silence is strength,

they don't know you.

You're one of the weakest people I know.

WRY CHUCKLE

KNOCK-KNOCK

Stay safe, Dad.

SOFT MUSIC PLAYS

And this is going to be?

~ I'm calling it a jarf. ~ A jarf?

Yeah, halfway between a jumper and a scarf.

It's quite experimental.

Or, it could be called a scumper.

But I prefer jarf. It's called a jarf.

~ Have you eaten today? ~ I have not.

~ Do you intend to? ~ Not today.

~ I just don't know what to do. ~ About what?

Everything.

Have you seen him?

Which him are we talking about? Rob or Eli?

I've seen Rob, I haven't seen Eli.

How's Rob?

Very... noisy.

He's looking firmly to the future I'd say.

~ He told me I love Eli. ~ You do love Eli.

I've fucked it with him, haven't I?

People are surprisingly resilient in matters of the heart.

LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR

That's a bit...

Why don't they use the doorbell?

Knocking is more dramatic?

We need to talk.

OK.

We open at three. Not before. Better come in then.

~ Um... I don't understand. This is an arson, right? ~ Right.

Well, it just doesn't seem like anything's been burnt.

~ Can't you smell it? ~ Smell what? ~ Petrol.

~ So it's an attempted arson? ~ You'll see.

CCTV last night.

There. You see?

Run off before I had a chance to get him. But I know him.

Chris Pollard's his name.

He's tried it twice before, but you people, you keep letting him off.

I know it's cos Ian says you want people to better themselves,

but we both know it's cowardice, pure and simple.

Ian Salter investigated it?

Investigated here. Won a few trophies here. Nice lad,

but a bit soft, you know?

So do you want his address? The kid's?

~ You know where he lives? ~ Yeah.

Lives in one of these care homes.

I told Ian, you lot did nothing.

Sorry about the cup, it's got a chip in it.

Annie adopted a stray cat. It didn't like china very much.

~ Are you OK, Jackie? ~ It's been a long couple of days.

James is going to need money if there's a case.

That means we need to talk about