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Why did she get the job?

Gill offered it to me. I turned it
down. I'm not quite ready yet.

Rachel doesn't know anything
about that. Okay? Ta-da.

You're not behaving
like a sergeant, Rachel.

You've not got the first idea!

- What is it?
- I want to live with my dad.

- I want a boyfriend.
- Do you?

And the other bit of
good news is I'm retiring.

Four months and
counting. Cheers!

All: Cheers!

Right-footed.

It's a hexalite sole,
so I'm saying Reebok.

Size 9.

Morning.

Where are we up to?

He's had a bit of a night of it.

Welts, dents, broken bones.

The state of him.

Yeah, but there's no blood.

Not a drop.

No cut lips. No bloody nose.

Mary: Smacked about
like this, you'd expect some.

And most of those bruises
are the wrong colour.

Gill: There's a nice
set around the neck.

Yeah, that's as you'd expect.

Strangled?

He dies, his blood pools,

then the rest of the beating
happens post-mortem,

which gives bad
bruises and no blood.

Done this before?

Gifted amateur.

The towel
position's a bit weird.

He's not gone down wearing
it. It's been placed over him.

These black bits.

- Telly?
- Yeah, I reckon.

Same one as mine,
that. Mine's smaller.

Bloody hell. Look at that.

I've got those cushions as well.

[Tape recorder clicks]

Man: [Sobbing] Please! He's
not breathing, he's not moving.

He's dead. Please help me!

Female operator: What's
your name and address?

Man: Adam hutchings.
It's my husband, rich.

He's dead. That
bastard keane's done it.

Operator: What's your address?

Hutchings: 115 the macksons.

- It's okay, Adam.
- Fairy towers.

Hutchings: I don't
know what to do.

He's killed him. That
bastard keane's killed him!

[Recording stops]

It's half-three in the morning and
Adam hutchings hangs the phone up,

goes straight upstairs
to 125 on the 12th floor,

drags "that bastard keane" out of
bed and gives him a good kicking.

Why's Adam so sure
Barry keane killed rich?

I've not had time to read the
handover messages, soon as,

but apparently, the other night

he'd committed an
assault on our gay couple.

So Barry keane went
back to finish the job off?

That's what Adam
hutchings reckons,

which means we could be dealing
with a hate-motivated murder.

The living room has been
trashed but just the living room.

Doesn't look like
anything's been taken.

And believe me, there's
some nice stuff worth taking,

so I'm not thinking burglary.

Adam had been for a
night out with his mate.

His mate's name's... er...

- Tim Radcliffe.
- Yeah, that's him.

Same block. Tenth floor. Anyway,

they'd been for a night
out, got slaughtered.

Adam will need
interviewing and eliminating

but if he was in a
bar all night with Tim,

it should be quite
simple to check his alibi.

I want cctv, bars, taxis,
buses, statements from staff.

Yeah.

We've got Barry keane and Adam
hutchings locked up down Duke street

for last night's fight,
waiting to be processed.

I've spoken to Duke street

and they've got another
six hours' processing time,

so we should be able to get
all of our preliminaries done

before we bring them in and
the pace clock starts ticking.

What sort of state is Adam
going to be in for interviewing?

Finds his husband murdered
and then spends a night in the cells

for attacking who
he thought did it.

Yeah, okay. Make sure he
gets a good chunk of time

with his family liaison officer

before we start
interviewing him.

Let him get his head
around what's happened.

Last night's duty detective
was from the fraud squad.

They've got next to no understanding
of how to approach a murder.

Only immediate neighbours
have been interviewed.

It being 4:00 A.M.,
our friend from fraud

didn't want to wake anyone.

Hmmm, or catch the
murderer cleaning himself up.

Practically no
witness statements.

At least they didn't tamper
with the crime scene.

Next time around, I'm gonna tell
them to stick a sign on the corpse

saying "back soon" and
leave it till we all get in.

When you go through the messages

that fraud submitted last night,

have an eye on how thorough
the attending officers have been.

See what needs doing again.

My suspicion is most of it.

Have you reviewed which are
the first 50 actions we need doing?

- Yeah.
- Good. Get 'em done.

Do you not want to look first?

I trust you.

I've got a Holmes meeting
then a jolly down the mortuary.

Barry keane's wife and Adam's
mate who he went out with, erm...

- Tim Radcliffe?
- Tim Radcliffe, yeah.

Both of them
interviewed soonest.

Why can't I remember his name?

Hopefully, we should
get Adam hutchings

before the end of the day.

Again, because of
who attended the scene,

they might not have been
dealt with forensically.

They were taken in for fighting,

so Duke street might not have
thought to bag their clothes.

I want all of that
double-checking by you.

Any possible cause
of DNA contamination,

make sure they didn't use the
same police car to bring them in.

And shoes. I want shoes.

Have either of them
got size 9 reeboks?

Ready for a trip
down fairy towers?

Always.

We are dealing with
a potential hate crime,

so I want everybody
to consider their words

as carefully as their actions.

Understood?

It's just what the gays call it.

They call it fairy towers
themselves, the gays,

'cause there's loads of gays...

Understood?

Yes, ma'am.

Put him on cctv, he
can't do any harm there.

- Right. Do you know what you're doing?
- Yeah.

I'll be a few hours. Three, Max.

[Mobile phone beeps]

[Sighs]

[Indistinct police
radio chatter]

Can you tell me about your
husband's whereabouts last night?

I can't.

I mean, I was working.
When I got home, he was here.

What time was that?

What time did it happen?

We're not sure.

Well, me and Barry hadn't spoke

since the fight
night before last.

Can you tell me a little
bit more about that?

I don't know how it got so bad.

But when he was at his worst...

I used to go round the
boys', rich and Adam's.

But he thought they were
trying to get me to leave him.

Why did he think that?

Maybe they were.

I was just having a
minute, clearing me head.

Then Barry started
banging on the door

but the boys
wouldn't let him in.

[Sniffles]

These were an accident.

What kind?

The other night,
it got a bit heated.

He was just trying
to get me back home.

He's not a bad man.

He can't help it.

He says they make
his flesh creep.

Who?

All of them.

Sorry. I can't think. Er...

We got changed. We
had a livener. We went out.

What time was that, Tim?

Must have been about, er...

Well, Adam didn't go home first,

so he must have got
here about five-ish.

We had a few
pints in Molly's bar.

They have happy hour till eight.

Then we went to bar
hippo for bear-e-oke.

Bear-e-oke?

[Chuckles] Karaoke for bears.

Big, hairy guys.

Practically had to prise the
microphone from Adam's hands.

Did anyone see you at hippo?

Are you kidding?

It's all over Facebook.

Hang on.

♪ Some other guy
who gives you the eye

♪ you don't give nothing to me

♪ you painted a smile
and you dressed for while

♪ to excite me...

I hate karaoke.

That's 'cause
you're dead inside.

Posted last night at
12:27 by Tim Radcliffe.

A couple of hours later,

Adam's screaming
murder on the 999.

Get Lee to confirm what
time it was recorded.

Mmm-hmm. Oh, we got Barry
keane's shoes, by the way.

You were right, size 9 reeboks.

Watch and learn,
folks. Watch and learn.

Which puts Barry
in pole position.

Arrest him. I don't want
him going anywhere tonight.

Adam hutchings
is a bit of a mess.

But he's agreed to
answer some questions.

I've got him downstairs
in the soft interview room.

Me and Tim had
wanted to get straight out.

Rich didn't.

Didn't fancy it.

[Sobbing]

Are you sure you're
okay to carry on?

[Exhales]

So the last time you
saw rich alive was?

Yesterday morning.

We'd had a bit of an
argument about me going out.

That happens.

He was right.

I shouldn't have.

With all the Barry stuff,

I should have been there.

I could have stopped him.

Can you tell me what happened
when you came home last night?

Me and Tim,

we knew summat was up.

The door was bust.

Go on.

We walked into the living
room and he was just lying there.

This weird shape.

On the 999 call,
you said, "he's dead."

How did you know?

I just knew.

I wanted to hold him, help him.

But Tim said that we
shouldn't touch him.

So I didn't. [Sobbing]

- Fiance?
- Don't say it again.

See, I think "arrested" is
kind of worse than "fiance".

Stop saying it. What
about "downstairs, help"?

You see, when
you say it like that,

that sounds pretty bad as well.

You should wear your
hair down more often.

Gender reassignment?

- Toxic u-bend.
- Sounds rough.

[Chuckling]

Do I have to go and see her?

I mean, I know I
should, but do I have to?

No, you could hide in here and
wait for her to come and find you.

Yeah, she bloody would and all.

She'd be kicking
Gill's door open.

[Imitating] "Have you seen our
rach? Her new dad's locked up."

What do you think he's in for?

Drunk and disorderly.

Well, you say that.
It could be anything.

Anti-terrorism act?

I hate people seeing me and
her together at the best of times,

never mind her
stumbling around here.

[Sighs] I need to sort it.

Hiya, mum.

Aw. Hiya, rach.

Mmm. [Chuckling]

I told you she'd come
and sort it. Hmm.

I want you to give me away.

Well, Rufus does as well.

I know.

Oh! And there's a great
boozer next to the registry.

Aww...

You're gonna love him.

You're marrying a drug dealer.

[Sighs] All right,

high and mighty. It
was only a bit of weed.

Are you telling me you've
never had a puff on a doobie?

Hiya!

He was doing a favour.

Outside a primary school?

To a lollipop lady with Ms.

Me.

Something shit up with
her beginning with an m.

She could barely
hold her lollipop.

'Cause that's what he's
like. He's a good man.

He looks after me.

Right. Well, sorry, I can't
help him. Not in my gift.

I, er, just came down to
see if you were all right.

[Sighs]

I've got to get back to work.

Erm, can you not give
him a character reference?

No. It's my job to lock
'em up, not let 'em out.

Well, you can put in a word.

About what? I've
never even met him.

Oh... can he not
just have a caution?

It's got nothing to do with me.

But I'm your mum.

No. Literally, it has got
nothing to do with me.

How do you think this works?

Do you think we all sit around
voting who should go to prison?

Look, I'm not asking for much.

Perverting the
course of justice?

I'm not asking you
to break him out.

You,

here, isn't right.

It's not on. Do you
understand me?

- It's not on.
- I only came down 'cause I thought...

I am going to go
in there and ask.

Ask. 'Cause really it hasn't
got anything to do with me.

I'm going to ask
the custody sergeant

if he'll allow you to
see him for five minutes.

And then, that is it. I'm not
answering any more calls for help.

No more soses. We're done.

Okay. Thanks, rach.

I'll get you a drink
at the reception.

Oh, and bring your mates.

Not Pete, though, eh? [Gasps]

No. I can't have you near me.

I just need you
to leave me alone.

[Scoffs] Come off it. Come
on, we're all right, me and you.

We're good.

Go and get married. Be happy.

Go and live your
life. Stay out of mine.

All right, here.

What's it for?

I don't know.

Taxi home, food,

wedding present.
Call it what you want.

What, that's all
I'm worth to you?

A couple of quid?

[Scoffs]

Keep the change.

Custody sergeant: Rufus Wilson.

Oh, he's a real dreamboat.
Abh, gbh, domestic violence.

Do you know what, Stan? I
shouldn't be bothering you.

The solicitor's insisting on
Barry keane having a bit of food

and a few hours rest,

which pretty much puts
us out of action for tonight.

Post-mortem, current last
sightings and time of death

put our alibi times between
4:00 P.M. and 10:00 P.M.

Adam's boss said he
left work at 4:40 P.M.

Quick tyres on
temperance street.

Cctv?

We've got footage
from the entrance

showing Adam getting
back at 5:00 P.M.,

him and Tim
leaving at 6:27 P.M.,

returning 2:10 A.M.

No idea about Barry yet?

Unemployed.

We know he spent all of
yesterday inside the tower block.

Cctv at the entrance to
the flats didn't pick him up.

But the woman next door
said she bumped into him

coming out of his front
door at about 7:45 P.M.

She'd nipped out for some fags
during the adverts for emmerdale.

She didn't hear him come back

but she remembers
hearing loud music

coming from the
house at 9:30 P.M.

She was trying to
get her kids to sleep.

Could have been
someone else in the house?

- Mmm-hmm.
- Well, Charlotte says she was working.

Easily checked. They
might have had a visitor?

Ask her who else
it might've been.

It's well within
our alibi times.

Anything from Barry's phone?

Nothing particularly jumps out.

Erm, even if we get a
GPS fix for the alibi times,

it still doesn't tell us
which floor he was on.

Are there any skin samples
under the victim's fingernails?

Yeah, there were.
Forensics'll be in tomorrow.

But because he was involved
in this fight the previous night,

the victim could have Adam's
or Barry's skin under his nails.

Probably won't get us very far.

Even if he's only got Barry's?

When it goes to court,

they'll say the evidence
is compromised.

Rich was naked,
except for a towel.

Easiest answer is he
was about to take a shower

but we'll keep other
possible reasons in mind.

He could've been
waiting for someone.

Sexual liaison?

It'll need looking into.

Hook-up sites, text
messages, emails.

The interesting thing for me
is how the towel was placed

over his midriff,
covering his genitals.

It could have only
happened post-mortem.

You can see clear as day

how carefully it's
been placed over him.

To protect his decency?

It's not particularly
the sensitivities

you'd expect from a
frenzied hate crime.

Because none of
the black fragments

that we found on
top of the towel

underneath the body.

We know that the place was
smashed up after the murder took place

and after the towel
was placed on the body.

Barry might have freaked out,

felt remorse, put
the towel over him.

Not impossible. We got
some nice prints in the flat,

seems to have
been a lot of traffic

but we're only
interested in people

whose prints appear on all
of the items that were moved,

damaged, chucked about.

Obviously, Adam's are
going to be all over them.

Let's see if we
find Barry's prints.

His motive seems
pretty straightforward.

Hate crime. Any other thoughts?

Adam, rich and
Tim get a bit frisky.

Bit of sexual misadventure.

Gay sex game gone wrong.

What's a gay sex game?

I don't know. I'm just saying.

Let's explore it.

We've certainly not ruled
Adam out at this point.

Tim's account is all good
and well but he's a mate.

And you're right, Tim could
have even been involved.

Next few hours, let's crack
on with lifestyle inquiries

and holistic review.

Let's speak to friends, family,
work colleagues at the garage.

We should have forensics
on the door back by morning,

which will confirm if
Barry keane kicked it in.

- He did.
- Yeah, course he did.

We have to wait
until forensics prove it.

No, we've got three
statements from the night before.

Great. Who?

Tim, a neighbour
and Barry's wife.

But you knew that, didn't you?

No, 'cause you're
only telling me now.

We thought you knew.

Why? How?

Charlotte told the police
on the night of the murder,

she said Barry had
kicked the door in

when he came round to
drag her out the previous night.

So not on the
night of the murder?

No.

Wait.

Adam made it sound like
this was done last night.

If this was told to
division last night,

why wasn't it in the messages?

Um...

Unless we've made a mistake.

- Er, we can check.
- Check!

Did you check the messages
I gave you this morning?

I haven't had a chance.

You're telling me
you've been too busy?

You said that everything needed
doing again because of fraud.

I was just prioritising.

Because you failed to pinpoint
when that door was kicked in,

we've spent the day
prioritising Barry keane.

Everything points to him.

Conjecture. Hearsay.

We could have been
widening the investigation,

pursuing other leads.
Adam, for example,

who now seems to have lied about

when the front door was broken.

- He might have been confused.
- Could have been lying!

And now we've sent
him away unsupervised.

God knows what he's
doing. Destroying evidence?

Corroborating alibis?

I want him arrested.
Concentrate on the job.

Deal with your mum
on your own time.

How long's she got left?

You've got another
four months yet.

She'll postpone her retirement

so she can extend
her window of torture.

Serial killers take less delight

in their victims'
pain than she does.

She'll have forgotten
it by tomorrow.

Well, nobody bleeding died.

Apart from rich.

Could you not have
mentioned it earlier?

Me?

First time I saw you
properly was in the briefing.

That's when we mention
things, the briefing.

Yeah, but if you thought
something was odd. I mean, i'd...

Why would I pull
you to one side...

Anyone for a pint
down the welcome?

Yep. Lee?

Cool.

- Pete?
- Are you?

Yeah, I'll have a quick one.

Me and Chris will.

No. Going to stay
behind, do a bit of work.

Can't.

So come on, why would
I pull you to one side

and tell you something that
I thought you already knew?

I'm not being funny,
rach, but this one's on you.

All right.

I just feel a bit of a dick.

They're all going to
love this down the pub.

No, they won't.
Well, they will a bit,

but only like we would
if it was one of them.

We've all messed up.

Pete sees it as a career choice.

I heard that.

Best thing you can do is go with
them, have a drink, clear the air.

Can you imagine the
look she'd give me?

I mess up on a case and
then I go out on the piss.

[Sighs]

You know, she mentioned my mum.

Sorry. I forgot to
ask. How was she?

Yeah, brilliant!

That good?

So, come on, when's the big day?

Are you and your Alison
going to be flower girls?

Yeah, we're going to Chuck
condoms out of little wicker baskets,

in case they decide to breed.

- Night.
- Night.

[Sighs]

Morning. You all right?

Rach in yet?

If you're going to ask
me to go easy on...

Do you mind? Get out!

I'm really not in the mood.

She messed up. End of.

Okay.

- And how are you?
- Fine.

A mate of mine always
said when people say "fine",

it stands for effed-off,

insecure, nervous and exhausted.

Well, then. Now
you know how I am.

How was the pub?

I didn't go.

Oh, right.

I went on a date.

- No?
- Kind of.

- Who with?
- You don't know him.

Like a proper date?

Me mum's signed me
up to a new dating site.

She's signed up,
too. Oh, the shame.

Oh, nice. He looks nice.

- Good for you.
- Oh, shut it!

Just take the piss. I
prefer it to your pity.

[Both chuckling]

I got out of the car, took one
look at him and thought, "I can't."

I couldn't face trying to sell
myself to some random stranger.

Doesn't usually bother me.

We had what, half a second
of looking at each other

before we both
started doing the maths.

Fatter, thinner,
taller, shorter?

Shorter.

Oh, he was definitely shorter.

I don't know what I was
but I couldn't bear to see

the disappointment in his eyes.

Hey, you look great.

I do! I know.

It's not that. It's...

Once we'd got
over the anti-climax

of seeing each
other in the flesh,

we'd have spent the next few
hours showing off our assets

like the warmed-up leftovers
from some all-you-can-eat buffet.

"I like long walks, open fires

"and decaying corpses
at crime scenes."

Then one of you decides to get
out of there at the exact moment

that the other one's inviting
you back for a glass of port

and some James blunt.

You got all that
in half a second?

Doesn't take me
long to weigh 'em up.

Adam, I'd like you
tell me everything

that you can remember
about what happened

when you got home
that night. Take your time.

We knew summat was up as
soon as we were in the corridor,

'cause the door was bust.

The front door to your flat?

Yeah.

What did you think
when you saw it like that?

I don't know. I was drunk.

Shocked. Confused.

I was just worried about rich.

What did you think was the
reason for the door being bust?

Someone had broke in.

That night?

Several witnesses have told us

that the door was broken open
by Barry keane the night before.

It was, yeah.

So if the door had been
broken the night before,

why did you feel shocked when
you saw it like that 24 hours later?

Sorry. I'm confused.

Me, too. Don't worry.

Take a minute.

It was bust open by
Barry the night before.

Then I fixed it.

You know, bit of a bodge-it
job, but it was lockable.

Then when we came
home, it was kicked in again.

Sorry. I didn't make that clear.

I'm just a bit freaked
out. It's all a bit...

No, I've got my
head round it now.

So, erm, what did
you use to fix the door?

Erm...

I can't remember.

Sorry. Head's gone.

It'd be really helpful
if you could try.

It'll help us to confirm
your account of events.

We've sent the
door to forensics,

so we'll see any
sign of a repair.

Can you remember
any tools you used?

I'm really sorry
about yesterday.

Good.

You won't do it again, then.

I got carried away.
Followed my instincts.

People go on about a copper's
instinct, but it's a load of rubbish.

It just means guessing. We
have to be precise, exact, vigilant.

We're not psychics. We can't
know things we don't know.

But I've seen you
trust your instincts.

You knew it was Mandy
sweeting in the mortuary.

I was there. You
knew it. That's instinct.

Well, as a general
rule, it's rubbish.

I know you've given an account
over at Duke street, Barry,

but I'd like you to tell me
everything that you can remember

about the fight between
you, Adam and rich.

Why, what's he said?

I haven't spoken to Adam yet.
I'd like to start with your account.

Give you a chance to
tell your side of the story.

Well, they were sticking their
noses into things they shouldn't.

- Adam and Richard?
- Mmm.

What sort of things?

Private stuff.

Difficulties with your wife?

I don't have
difficulties with me wife.

We have spoken to her, Barry.

The only difficulty
I have with me wife

is she talks to them two when
she should be talking to me.

She confided in them?

About her relationship with you?

Well, they like nosing into other
people's business, don't they?

Getting all the gossip.

They were whipping her
up and I'd had enough.

What did you do?

Well, I went down there and I banged
on the door and I shouted at them.

I knew they were in
there, so that annoyed me

and that's when
I kicked the door.

They're just so ignorant,
they can't even open the door.

So, yeah, that annoyed me and
I get meself in and then I hit 'em.

What did you say to
Adam and rich, Barry?

Can you remember?

Well, I told 'em I was annoyed.

Can you remember
how you put that?

No.

But I didn't kill him. I know
what you're trying to do

and I'm not having it. Right,
I'm not saying owt else.

You've got a history of violence
with a man who's now dead.

Your wife says you hated him

and you don't seem
to disagree, Barry.

The night before,
when you assaulted him,

you kicked his door in,

which could be
viewed as preparation

before finishing him
off the following night.

If you refuse to
say anything, Barry,

people will join the dots.

Now, if they're the wrong
dots, you need to tell us.

I was in all night,
watching the telly.

Okay.

- Were you alone?
- Yeah.

Your neighbour says
she saw you around 7:45.

What's your reaction to that?

I was visiting someone upstairs.

Oh! Who were you visiting?

- Friend of ours.
- Yours and Charlotte's?

- Yeah.
- Mmm-hmm?

What's your friend's name?

Moira Austen.

Okay. What's moira's
flat number, Barry?

It's 167. It's on
the 16th floor.

What was the reason for
not telling us this before?

What do you think?

I don't want Charlotte to
know that I was up there.

See if we can confirm his alibi.

It's not the kind of
thing you lie about.

"I was shagging my
best mate's missus."

Even if it's verified,
we keep going with him.

It's someone he's sleeping with.

Who's to say she's not involved?

He's still in the frame. Are
you ready for Adam again?

Say hello to the
lying twat from me.

[Scoffs]

You told my colleague
that you went round to Tim's

because you wanted
to get "straight out".

Erm, you were there
for an hour and a half.

That's not exactly straight out.

What were you
doing during that time?

Got there. Showered.

I went first, got ready,

then drank a couple
of stoli bolli red bulls.

- Listened to some music.
- That's it?

Yeah.

Apart from Tim, did you
see or speak to anyone else

while you were at Tim's flat?

No.

Didn't phone anyone?

Like I said, we just got ready,

had a few drinks,
listened to some music.

What I'm getting at is

could anyone else other
than Tim corroborate that?

He's a bit specific.

Yesterday he was all, "I
don't know. I can't remember."

But today he's just really
certain. Really specific.

Let's bring Tim in.
See how specific he is.

I need some advice.

Gill'll be fine.

About my mum.

I saw her new fella's record
and before you say anything,

it was handed to me
by the custody sergeant,

so I haven't done
anything wrong.

Are you sure?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

No butter. Cheese and beans.

Abh. Gbh. Restraining
orders. Ex-wives. Girlfriends.

Oh, rach! What
are you going to do?

You're going to tell her?

I told her to stay away from me,

so if I go and talk to her,
I'm just inviting her back in.

No, I think it has
to come from you.

I can't keep seeing
her and hating her.

If anything happens, I want you to
know that you did what you could.

Go and see her. If you tell her

and she throws it
back in your face,

at least you know
you did your best.

Come on, rach. It's not for her.

I'll think about it.

So, Tim, I know that you've given
us an account of what happened

but I'd just like to go through
some of that with you again,

if that's okay.

Can you tell me about when
Adam arrived at your flat?

He arrived at
5:00. We got ready.

We had a quick
shower. Adam went first.

Then got changed.

We had a couple of
drinks. Stoli bolli red bull.

Listened to some music.

That's exactly what Adam said.

They must have
swapped stories last night.

- You think Tim's involved?
- Nah.

I reckon he's only
lying about the alibi.

I suppose the bigger question is

what he thinks he's
covering Adam for.

It's still perverting
the course of justice.

If he's lying! We haven't
heard back about Barry yet.

Say Adam did do it.

How do you kill someone and
then go out for a night of karaoke?

That's what I said. Karaoke?

[Chuckling]

Oh! You were doing so well.

I can't concentrate with these.

Well, if Adam's guilty, that's
some performance on the 999.

The whole thing's
pretty impressive,

trashing the flat
before he went out

and then attacking Barry
when he came back in.

Well, he's made me
look like a right twat,

so if he's guilty,
I'm going to get him.

Do you know Adam's overalls?

From Tim's?

What exactly did you send off?

- Overalls, boots.
- Nothing else?

His going-out stuff that he was
wearing when he was picked up.

The thing is you don't
just wear overalls, do you?

I mean, what about his
underwear, socks? Where are those?

I know he was wearing a t-shirt

under his overalls,
so where's that?

And we didn't collect
anything else from Tim's?

I bet it's not at Tim's
flat and it should be.

Good. Get onto Adam's work.

See what you can find out about
what he was wearing that day.

Barry's alibi just evaporated.

Moira's having none of it, says
she hasn't seen Barry for days.

- She says she never shagged him?
- Yeah.

But then again, it was her
husband who answered the door.

Tell him his alibi denies it.

Press him further. He's
not out of the loop yet.

She might just be trying
to save her own neck.

Well, she's not
trying to save his.

How are we doing with the
rest of the house-to-house?

Nothing significant so far

but we've still got the
top two floors to do.

Make that a priority.

I'll ask if I can get
some more bodies on it.

What's your strategy
for Tim's next interview?

Reckon you can budge him
from the broken record act?

- Yeah, I reckon.
- Great.

Because as soon as you
have, I'm going in after Adam.

I swear. That's it.

That's the only reason I lied.

People'd pay to watch this.

And we get it all for free.

Okay. I think that's a
good time to take a break.

Right. My turn.

How long did you take
getting ready? Roughly?

I'd say about 30 minutes.

And Tim?

I wasn't paying attention.

My colleague interviewed
Tim earlier, and he told us...

About 20, 25 minutes.

- Sounds about right.
- Good.

At least we can all
agree on that time frame.

How many drinks
do you think you had?

No idea.

Tim thought it was about five.

- Five?
- I think.

That's why I'm a bit unsure
about some other bits.

We were a bit drunk.

If he says so. Yeah.

I'm just thinking
that's quite a lot.

Five drinks in an hour?

That's, er, one
every 12 minutes.

No, no.

I didn't say an hour.
I said 90 minutes.

From 5:00 until 6:30.

It were five drinks
in an hour and a half.

No. Because you're certain
that you didn't start drinking

until after you had a
shower and got ready.

Which took half
an hour in total.

[Voice breaking] I
haven't done nothing.

You seem upset.

I am upset.

Because you're trying to
make it out like something else.

Your friend Tim
changed his mind about

the time that you
arrived at his flat.

What time do you think
he changed that to?

It were 5:30.

He's wrong. He's lying.

Why would he lie?

I lied 'cause he asked me to.

He told me he'd gone up to
the top floor to score some drugs.

He couldn't tell
you that, could he?

'Cause you'd do
him for it. So we lied.

I only said 5 o'clock, so he
didn't get done for buying drugs.

And that's the only reason?

I swear. That's it.

That's the only reason I lied.

Okay. I think that's a
good time for a break.

He's wrong. He's
talking bollocks.

Could you explain
where the clothes

were that you got
changed out of?

Er, where I got changed.

- Hmm.
- Tim's spare bedroom.

Yeah, we looked, but we
couldn't find all of them.

Must have been tidied up.

Did you check the
washing basket?

What exactly is it
we're looking for?

Overalls.

Pants and socks.

T-shirt.

Anything on that
t-shirt? Colour?

Don't remember.

Your work colleagues said that you
were wearing a Superman t-shirt that day.

If they say so.

Well, they remember it quite
clearly. They said they took the piss.

Okay.

How many of those do you have?

Just the one.

We couldn't find that
t-shirt at Tim's flat.

Tim doesn't remember seeing it.

He doesn't remember what
you had on under your overalls

because they were zipped up.

But when we looked at the
cctv of you entering the flats,

they were unzipped
and you were wearing it.

What would you say if I told you

that we found your
Superman t-shirt

in your flat, in your
washing basket?

Suggesting that you went
home, before you went to Tim's.

I think that you went
home straight after work,

got changed and the row that
you told us about got out of hand

and that's when you killed rich.

And then I think you put the
overalls on top of your clothes

to make it look like
you hadn't been home

before you turned up at Tim's.

What would you say to that?

Have you got any
more dates lined up?

Hmm. Supposed to.

Things can't stay as they are.

Mum's great, but she
acts like we're a couple.

Sweet.

She was showing
me walking holidays

in the rhine the
other week. For us.

Sharing a room.

She cooks me my favourite tea,

buys me the wine I
like on a Saturday night,

every Saturday night, because
there's no doubt in her mind

that we'll be curling up
together watching telly.

And she's right, because
that's what we do.

Swap you.

I've got to get out and get
a fella before she proposes.

[Both laughing]

Oh, blokes are overrated.
Love's a load of bollocks.

Look at those two
today. Adam kept saying...

He was my soulmate.

He was everything.

I've never touched him
before. I haven't. Wouldn't.

He just kept on and
on about me going out.

I was trying to ignore him.

But then he started grabbing
at me, pulling. Calling me.

Making me push him away,

calling me fat, useless.

Just grabbing and digging at me.

He kept on and on...

Do you believe him?

Well, he was a bit fat.

So, yeah, maybe.
Anyway, who gives a toss?

The point is "he called me
fat" outweighed "I love you".

Well, it wasn't some weighed-up
judgement call on Adam's part.

We don't make those excuses
when it's a bloke hitting a woman.

Adam hutchings is
not some innocent.

He murdered his husband
because he called him tubs,

and then he tried
to cover it up.

He might have been his
soulmate, but he still wrung his neck.

And Barry keane's wife,

she could be
bruise-free and safe,

but she'd rather take a beating

and have someone to
cuddle up to, than be alone.

She was warned, told, helped.

Mmm.

And she's still
gone back to him,

and she's still
making his tea tonight.

You know, it's funny
how you warn me away,

and then you come search me out.

I mean, what am I, some car
crash that you can't not look at?

Or are you just here to
get a glimpse of your future?

I've come to give
you some information

about the man
you're living with.

Well, there's no need.

We tell each other everything.
Soulmates. [Clicks tongue]

Has he told you that he's had numerous
convictions for domestic violence?

He's told me what
a bunch of evil,

lying bitches he
used to shack up with.

It's bollocks!

You can't stay here.

Oh, you're going to take
me home with you, are you?

I'm just passing a message on.

[Laughing] Thought not.

- There are other places.
- Oh, our Alison's?

Hostels.

[Scoffs] You're not
doing this to me.

You're not doing this!

You can't turn up here
telling me I can't stay,

without giving me
somewhere to go.

You can't tell
me my life is shit

without offering
me an alternative!

No, you're right, I can't.

Right.

He loves me. He would
never turn his back on me.

Not like you. You're
bloody nothing, you're not.

I gave you everything!

I've told you what I
needed to tell you.

Go on. Go back in
there if you want to.

Go have another cider
and get slapped about a bit.

But some of us know
when to walk away.

Gill: There was somebody
in room 514 at 9:30

and it sounds like whoever
was in there was having sex.

We heard a woman scream.

Just because she died naked in a
hotel doesn't make her a prostitute.

I've never found
anything casual about sex.

Why didn't you just speak
to me about this first?

Well, you weren't
here so I spoke to Gill.

I let it slip.

Yeah, and left me in it.

I need to know what's going on.

We're all on the same
side here, Rachel.

Are we, Janet?