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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?