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You have been selected to be our new sergeant.

- I can't. - What I'm going to do is

offer it to Rachel.

Please don't tell her I offered it to you first.

Elise has moved in with Ade and Eleanor goodhead.

How is that?

Hard.

I'm going to be a sergeant here.

Well, that's good, isn't it?

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

I was just prioritising.

Concentrate on the job!

[Theme music playing]

I still say he's one of the few bobbies,

and I mean, in 30 years I can count them on one hand...

Oh, hello. You good?

Who looks at your face first.

He's ambitious, going for acpo is my bet.

Will Pemberton.

- I'd like you to meet... - Rachel Bailey.

I met Rachel briefly at the cpd day at signet house last month.

Investigative techniques. The refresher course? He ran it.

I hear you're in our building now.

Hardly there. Hq mostly.

My office is there. I'm running

a project. Sexually-motivated crime.

Well, might bump into you in a corridor somewhere.

If you ladies would excuse me.

We'll excuse you calling us ladies.

How did I do?

Very convincing.

Gill was flirting with you.

Ah, your boss likes me.

Does that mean you're over me?

Hmm.

Nah!

I have to get some sleep tonight, though, will.

Can't keep living off berocca.

And I'm not going to mess this job up.

So no shagging.

We'll have a meal,

a bottle of wine,

and talk politics.

Oh, bugger that!

I'm thinking, "do this. We're adults.

"It'll be good for Elise.

"No big deal. It's only a meal."

I was so busy patting myself on the back for being mature,

I didn't think about how it would feel.

She was not what I expected.

Who, Elise?

Oh, say it again.

Eleanor goodhead, rach!

Janet. Come in.

Elise is so nervous. But I promised her I'd love you dearly.

No, I was wrong. She's not dowdy.

And funny, smart, nice.

You're those things.

- She can cook. - You can cook.

Yeah, I'm not saying I'm not those things.

I'm saying she is those things.

Listen, she's also

voluptuous. Which I don't want to start with, but mmm, mmm, mmm!

I can't leave that out.

- Okay, we'll give her that one. - Mmm.

It's odd watching your ex kiss another woman.

Not that I want to be that with him again, obviously.

It was a bit like bumping into an old work colleague, to be honest.

But it made me realise I want that again.

Yeah, you've said this, a boyfriend.

Yeah. I don't know.

Something.

Anyway...

I went home and drunkenly

booked myself in for some ridiculous speed dating thing.

Which surely must mean that the whole thing's over faster.

But now I'm thinking

it's a bit try-hard at my age, surely.

[Mobile ringing]

Chris? Yep.

Right.

We're at Dee street, body in the bath.

Boss wants us to start knocking

on doors before people check out.

Right, syndicate 8's going to meet us there to help out.

Yep. See you soon.

You could just get drunk, pick up someone for a shag.

[Police radio chattering]

I need to talk to the press. Have you got the briefing now?

- Yeah. - Okay, so far,

loads of forensic opportunities

but not one usable and quite a lot of contamination.

The maid only discovered the body behind the shower curtain

after she'd stripped the bed, vacuumed

and wiped down half the bathroom.

We've cleared the service lift for our use

and we're working on clearing the fifth floor,

which is where the body was found.

We've seized the guest register.

Anyone who was still in the hotel

when the first officers arrived

is waiting in that conference room there.

Interview the reception staff first.

First accounts will do for now.

We'll let them know we'll be back

to get statements in due course.

Yeah. Are you sending them out by time?

It's not clear yet.

The post-mortem's scheduled for later today.

We can close in when we know more.

But starting with 8 P.M. yesterday,

when the victim was last seen at reception,

to 11 A.M. today, when we closed the hotel.

We'll refine it when I've set the

Holmes policy, but work on that for now.

- Good luck. - Briefing back here at five.

We do have some cctv footage of her at reception.

It's not great but it's not terrible.

She's wearing the same jeans,

black crop-top, and sandals that we found in the room.

And it looks like she's carrying a little purse or wallet.

And her hair makes her pretty hard to miss.

So we've been able to produce this still photograph that you can use

along with this briefing note in your interviews.

Thank you very much.

Could we even it out a bit? I feel like i'm tilting to one side.

When you've finished your tea, give us a shout.

Sorry, mum.

Okay, I've got to leave by six o'clock to get to the post-mortem,

but what we know so far...

There's evidence of ligature marks on both wrists,

although whatever was used to tie them we haven't yet found.

Bruises on both knees.

When we found her, the bath was empty,

but the skin around her hands and knees and feet

suggest she'd been submerged for a good while.

So at some point while she was in that bath, there was water in it.

Also, other than the victim's clothing,

there's no personal items of hers in that room.

No phone, no purse, no keys.

So whoever was there took whatever else was left when they went.

Er, right, Rachel here is going to fill us in with what we have

as far as a victim profile goes,

although you can hardly call it that at this point.

Rachel.

Me and Pete interviewed the night clerk.

So, the victim booked in for one night.

She didn't have a suitcase. She paid with a kind of zippered purse.

And because she paid cash, she wasn't required to show her ID.

Now, she checked in alone,

but if we could just jump ahead for a second?

According to the witnesses in room 515 next door,

there was somebody else in there with her.

We just thought it was a bit loud.

They were having intercourse.

- In the next room? - Man: Yes.

It started about 9:30 P.M.

Went on for a good 30 minutes.

And how do you know it was 9:30?

Because it seemed so early.

And loud!

And how many people do you think were in the next room?

Well, two people, of course.

And how do you know it was two people?

Well, we heard them!

You heard two voices?

We heard a man, moaning.

In what way moaning?

I can't possibly reproduce it.

And then later, about 10,

we heard a woman scream, didn't we?

We thought it was the...

[Sighs] You know,

intercourse.

But they weren't sure when they were asked to elaborate

whether it was a scream of pain, as in somebody being hurt,

or a very loud orgasm.

Well, I'm not sure they knew the difference.

In any case, we know from their account

there was somebody in room 514 at 9:30

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

So, that means we should get DNA and prints.

Carry on, Rachel.

Uh, Pete.

The night clerk told us when the victim checked in,

she asked if there was a room under the name of Grant meath.

He remembers, 'cause he thought she said

"meat", and they had a laugh about it.

Anyway, there was no room in that name.

So she checked in, presumably still waiting for Grant meath.

If she didn't show ID, does that mean

that she doesn't register at all?

She signed in as Lola lake.

Surely that's fake.

Or she's got parents with a sense of humour.

Interestingly, Mitch, the only thing

we have of hers aside from her clothing

that could possibly identify her

is a necklace with a little silver disc on it

and her name engraved, and the name is Lola.

But that doesn't show up on any databases

and there's no recorded missing from

homes that match her description.

On the back of that necklace

there's a number which may or may not be a phone number.

Any idea of time of death?

All we know is that rigor mortis had set in

by the time the maid found her at 11 A.M.

So she'd been dead for at least three hours.

Latest, 8 A.M.

But I think more likely between 10 P.M.,

when your witnesses heard her scream,

and 6 A.M., when shifts change and people would be waking up.

But whether whoever was in there with her left straightaway

or waited until there were more people

in reception in the morning is...

Lee.

We have a lot of uns on the system.

It was a busy night.

I'd like a video compilation for each of them, please.

In the meantime, let's focus on finding this Grant meath.

The night clerk also said prostitutes come and go a fair bit.

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

Doesn't make her not one, either.

We're on the edge of the red-light district,

this is a posh hotel but it's also a knocking shop.

Pull those nice curtains, there's a brick wall.

It's a relevant line of inquiry and we'll pursue it,

like we'll pursue all other relevant lines of inquiry.

Open minds.

Just as long as everyone treats her with respect.

[News report theme playing]

The identity of the victim has not been established

and the police are particularly keen for anyone with information...

Just odd that nobody's reported her missing yet.

If members of the public have any information regarding this incident,

please call...

Does Gill know about us yet?

No, of course not.

I wouldn't.

Well, you should probably mention it.

I don't think Gill would be remotely interested.

That her ds is sleeping with the detective super?

Enough people think I don't deserve this job already, will, i'm...

I'm really not going to have people thinking

I'm throwing myself around upstairs.

I just think it's better to keep us between us for now.

Whatever "us" is!

Actually, it's better for me if it's out in the open.

It's less muddy.

We're not doing anything wrong.

I just don't want to give anybody

any leverage to claim I'm not honest.

I don't like sneaking around.

Well, maybe I'm being daft

but I don't want the blokes at work or...

Or even Janet to think that I'm using this in any way or...

Maybe I like secrets.

Okay, post-mortem results are in.

- Gotta go. - Gill: Lola drowned.

Asphyxiated due to submersion is what we think.

Professor Jackson said she smelt like a pub inside.

Foam in the airways, lungs ballooned, water in the stomach.

There's also a nasty bruise on her head. On the crown.

Was she raped?

It's hard to say.

There'd been vaginal and anal penetration but no tearing.

Which, in the case of anal, could mean it wasn't forced.

No traces of semen so far,

suggesting whoever it was wore a condom.

We swabbed for lubricants.

Again, consensual sex, maybe.

Or a rapist covering his tracks.

There was nothing under her nails.

Makes sense if her hands were tied.

Yeah.

But why were her hands tied?

Boss?

A woman rang on the incident line, Chloe Michaels.

She was at the queen's Chamberlain a few weeks back,

had sex with a bloke that she met on clicker.

It's a website.

She says that he attacked her.

Anyway, she thought it might be relevant.

- Morning. - Morning.

Good. Bring her in for an interview.

Has anything else come through?

Sightings? Anyone who knows a Lola?

No, but clicker might mean that Lola used a fake name. People do.

I've asked Mitch to look at the clicker site

for any posts related to sexual services.

And the number on the tag?

Yeah.

0414 is a mobile phone prefix used in both Australia and Venezuela.

Nothing's in service but I've got telecoms researching 'em.

Who are these parents who aren't looking for their daughter?

Yeah?

I'm detective constable Chris crowley

and this is detective constable Janet Scott

with the Manchester metropolitan police major incident team.

Are you Grant meath?

Why?

Can we come in, Grant?

Grant, we're investigating the suspicious death of a young girl

at the queen's Chamberlain hotel on Friday.

Can you tell us where you were that night?

Working.

Where were you working?

Uh, oldham general hospital.

What hours were you working?

8:30 till 6 A.M.

I do night shifts.

Have you ever been to the queen's Chamberlain hotel?

Why are you asking me about this?

We're trying to locate a particular Grant meath

who might have met a woman at that hotel Friday night.

And you think I'm that person?

We were, you know, fu...

Having sex.

And then, when we were getting close...

Close?

You know, about to

orgasm,

he started pressing my neck.

At first it was a rush, you know, he was in charge.

I mean, sometimes in the heat of the moment,

you do things you wouldn't expect to.

But then I couldn't breathe suddenly.

I got scared.

I got him off me somehow and I got out of there.

Chloe?

Now, this is just so that I can get a better picture

and I... I don't want to embarrass you at all.

But could you describe in a bit more detail

the position you were in when he tried to strangle you?

He wasn't strangling me.

He was pressing.

There was pressure.

I was on the bed,

on my knees,

with my head down.

He was behind.

Is that enough?

You chose not to report it at the time. Was there a reason?

'Cause I was okay.

Were you scared to report it?

No. I just thought...

Sexting strangers, hooking up,

it's a lottery, isn't it?

But then when I saw that on TV

and somebody was dead,

I just felt so stupid. It could have been me.

Chloe?

Chloe, I'd just like to go back.

Could you describe the man for me?

He was...

Fit.

Big man? Small man?

Average man?

Average but fit.

Two eyes, two ears?

Anything that you can tell us is going to be helpful.

Maybe I just gave him the wrong impression.

What kind of impression do you mean?

That I wanted it like that.

And how would you give that impression?

Er...

I might have wanted to try it.

Okay, can you elaborate on that?

To try what?

S&m. That kind of thing.

Do you think if i'd have reported it earlier,

she wouldn't have been killed?

No. Chloe.

Whether this is related or not, this is not your fault.

- Okay? - Thank you.

Now, I know you said earlier that you didn't exchange names,

but was there a name that he'd used on his profile?

Do you remember the profile name

that the man that you met used?

Grant.

We've confirmed that he works at oldham general hospital.

He clocked in at 8:36 P.M. on Friday night

and clocked out at 6:02 A.M.

But these porters are largely left on their own in between,

so we need to look at cctv to confirm that he was actually there.

But we think that there's a resemblance between him

and unknown number four.

A Porter with a briefcase?

It takes all sorts.

He is odd, Grant.

When we told him that someone had been killed,

he seemed to enjoy the attention.

And he admitted to using clicker

but he says that he buys old cricket balls.

I'm scared to ask!

He's certainly not playing cricket.

Maybe he likes playing with old balls.

- [Laughing] - Lee.

Uh, number four.

Chloe says the Grant that she met was average size and fit.

This Grant meath isn't looking fit to me.

Not cricket fit or sexy fit.

There are some similar things to Lola.

Lola booked the room. Chloe says

she was asked to book the room.

Arriving with nothing because you're not planning to stay.

And the sadomasochism could explain the tied wrists.

Have you got his prints?

Reluctantly.

I'm, researching clicker to get the ip address

on the message he sent to Chloe so we can action that account.

Grant is definitely a person of interest.

Let's check out his lifestyle. Does he use the personal ads on clicker?

Interview his supervisors and colleagues,

find out how he gets to and from work.

I want a cctv trawl around the hospital.

If he has sneaked in and out, let's get some evidence of it.

[Exhales]

I thought I was so grown-up the first time I slept with a stranger.

I mean, I know some women regret casual sex.

I just don't, but...

Then a case like this comes up and I'm thinking...

"There but for the grace of god."

Yeah. Exactly.

And it's not like I was any brighter back then.

Clearly I was just luckier.

God! Any one of those times I could have been a Chloe or a Lola.

I've never found anything casual about sex.

Do I have to say hook-ups now?

When's this speed-dating thing?

Tomorrow.

Is it pathetic to have to pay money to have conversations with strangers?

But apparently, it's fast and fun

and if I don't meet someone I'd like to see again,

my next speed date is free!

So I can see them again!

I'm seeing will Pemberton.

Detective super Pemberton?

Since when?

Since about a month ago.

Wow! Wow!

That's a pretty high-calibre hook-up there, rach.

I know what you're thinking.

No, I'm thinking, "is she pouring rocket fuel in her weetabix?"

- Rach? - [Laughing]

The clo's traced the computer.

It's a secure static ip address,

an office in the city that houses a large imports company.

The clo's meeting me there to meet their it team,

see if we can track the internal router.

As long as your notes are in English. No jargon. I don't speak geek.

Please don't say a word about will.

[Mobile beeping]

Yeah?

I'm going to get off, try and sleep. Brain-fry.

Do you want me before I go to check your car?

Where have we got with the ip address?

Well, Mitch has located the computer

the messages to Chloe were sent from.

But apparently at least eight other people share that computer.

And do any?

Match the description that Chloe gave?

Mmm.

Well, she was pretty vague.

Um, perhaps two or three of them,

but we'll speak to all of them.

Good.

Boss.

Shall I drive you home?

Aw, go on.

Are you...

Okay?

I'm deeply annoyed.

- With me? - No! Not you.

You've been up. You've been fine.

Better than I expected.

When Janet said no, I was like, "okay, Rachel, step up."

And you have. It's worked out better this way.

It's so bloody annoying. The lab's come back.

Lots of unidentified prints and a partial DNA profile

that isn't on the database.

Traces of lubricant, so whoever it was did wear a condom.

We've checked, tested every sheet in that trolley.

Lola was never even in that bed. Nothing on her clothes.

And where's her purse, her phone, her family?

Why didn't she want it? Janet?

Rachel, forget it!

Look...

No matter how long it takes, we will get a result.

Thanks for the lift.

We're going to bring her back in.

Okay.

Bringing who back in?

Oh.

Chloe Michaels.

I suggested to Gill that we show Chloe the wall

as an information-seeking exercise,

see if she recognised anybody,

as she's not going to make a complaint.

Well, Chloe might change her mind.

Oh! Okay. Forget that plan.

And if she does change her mind

and we've marched her into the incident room

and showed her the wall with the suspect on it,

then we've burned her.

Yeah, of course. Agreed.

Because her evidence against him

can never really be used at court.

Yeah, rach, I get it, but you really should tell Gill

if Chloe's not 100% decided about pressing charges.

Anyway, why didn't you just speak to me about this first?

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

You're meant to speak to me first.

It is meant to go through me, Janet.

Oh.

Okay.

Er, well, rach... I'm sorry but, um...

I really didn't think that it was that big a deal.

It's just not protocol.

Are you actually following me?

I wasn't finished.

Because I needed to go to the toilet, if that's okay with you.

Are you hungover or something? Because you're really out of order.

I'm out of order?

Every time you get a piece of information or an idea, you go to Gill.

Well, maybe that's what I'm used to.

I'm the sergeant, so I need to know what's going on.

If it had been me, I wouldn't have minded,

because we're all on the same side here, Rachel.

Are we?

Really, Janet?

What is wrong with you?

This is only going to work with us if we follow protocol.

Yeah. Fine.

Well, I said that I was sorry!

Oh, okay. Thank you, Janet.

And this witness, Chloe, she knows that she's going to be

going through the courts for at least a year and then

the odds that her accused will even get a conviction is...

Well, let's face it. The odds are damn low.

So is it any wonder that women don't want to make a complaint?

Six out of ten convictions isn't low.

Six out of ten is four women humiliated for nothing.

Yeah, but three in ten accused of rape would be convicted

of a lesser charge, like sexual assault.

So that makes just one. One.

Yes, but nobody wants to be that one.

Going through the courts for a year

for nothing. So she says nothing.

You're furious about being asked to be sergeant second,

when you need to be already thinking about your next rank.

You've got to be thinking,

"where do I want to be in a year,

"two years, five years down the line?"

I want to be Gill.

So you need to show them you've got the talent to lead.

Yeah, except...

Except what?

[Sighs]

Except I think I buggered that up this morning.

So get back in there.

[Knocking]

Mitch has tracked the time the messages were sent to Chloe.

And based on emails sent from that same computer

before and just after the messages to Chloe,

they've identified the single individual

who was using that computer at that time.

So his name's James tollis,

but he calls himself Grant on his clicker profile.

Mmm-hmm. So no previous. He's met a lot of women on clicker,

but so far nobody that we think is Lola.

And there's no traffic at all on his

profile on the day that she was killed.

But it is possible that he could use other sites

or a mobile phone app. Yet to be determined.

Bring him in, interview him, get his samples.

Rachel: About Grant meath's alibi.

He's on the cctv at the hospital but not for his entire shift.

Well, follow it up.

If he was there, somebody's got to have seen him.

Yeah, boss, also...

When you said she wasn't in the bed,

well, I was thinking, last night,

the bruises on Lola's knees, given that the room was carpeted.

Well, if a person was on their knees in the bath

and someone was taking them from behind,

would that have caused those marks?

And so say she's got her head down,

hands are behind the back and she hits her head on the tap.

She's drunk, head goes underwater,

she can't breathe and she can't get up.

She involuntarily swallows water,

epiglottis closes over, respiratory arrest, unconscious.

Oh, and Rachel. Cut Janet some slack.

[Sighs]

So she's living with her, this Eleanor,

in a sort of stepmother situation?

Ooh. I'm not ready to use that word.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her or anything, I just...

- Yes? - [Children talking]

I'm detective constable Chris crowley

and this is detective constable Janet Scott

with the Manchester metropolitan police major incident team.

Are you James tollis?

Daddy, now! Daddy, come!

James: Go look after your brother.

We're investigating the murder of a young woman who was found

at the queen's Chamberlain hotel

in Manchester on Saturday morning.

And as part of that inquiry

we're speaking to everyone who was in the hotel on Friday night.

I wasn't.

Sorry, I wasn't...

I wasn't at that hotel.

Okay.

As part of our inquiry, we've spoken to a witness, Chloe Michaels.

She was in the same hotel a few weeks before with a man.

We suspect that man was you.

Not here.

I'm minding the kids and the wife's out.

Of course.

Um, is there anybody who could look after the kids

while you pop down to the station with us?

- Am I under arrest? - No, James.

We just want to ask you a few questions.

As you're aware, we're investigating a young woman's murder

at the queen's Chamberlain hotel.

James has just nodded.

Could you please confirm that, James?

Yeah.

Whilst we've been investigating this murder,

we've come across a witness, Chloe Michaels.

Chloe alleges that she exchanged

messages with a man on clicker.Org.Uk

by the name of Grant. Can you tell me anything about that?

No. No, I don't know any Chloe Michaels.

She alleges that she met this man for a sexual encounter

at the queen's Chamberlain hotel.

Can you tell me anything about that?

No. I said I don't know Chloe.

I'm married.

Does the name Grant or Grant meath mean anything to you?

No. No, I don't know him.

Have you ever been to the queen's

Chamberlain hotel on Dee street, James?

I don't think so.

You don't think so?

James: No.

[Stammering] Well, not that I'm aware of. Um...

Maybe years ago.

When would that have been?

I don't remember exactly. I don't know.

One year? Two years?

I don't remember.

Do you ever use clicker?

Once.

I bought a bike for Danny.

What about the personal ads? Do you ever use those?

Well, I already said I'm happily married, so...

I don't really look at that kind of thing.

How would you feel if I told you that after we spoke to Chloe,

we were able to trace those clicker messages sent to her?

We traced them to your work computer,

specifically to the time you used that computer

on the day those messages were sent.

Would you like to see a copy of those messages, James?

James has just nodded. Would you please confirm that, James?

Yes.

Did you exchange messages with Chloe?

I guess so. I didn't remember her name.

[Exhales]

Yes. I did.

Chloe said you suggested meeting at the queen's Chamberlain.

I don't remember where.

In the messages we just showed you,

you specifically mention the queen's Chamberlain hotel.

Well, then, I guess it was there. Like I said, I don't remember.

Chloe alleges that she met you for sex in room 219 of the queen's

and that this sexual encounter turned quite rough.

Can you tell me anything about that?

No.

Did you have sex with her at the queen's?

It was just the once.

One time.

Have you ever met any other women just for sex

at the queen's Chamberlain hotel

other than the night that you had sex with Chloe?

- I don't think so. - You don't think so?

James: No.

According to your clicker profile,

you regularly meet women for sex

and on at least three occasions in the past year,

you've suggested meeting at the queen's Chamberlain hotel.

Would you like to look at those messages, James?

Like to take a moment to read them?

No.

I don't need to read them.

I wrote them, according to you.

Okay,

James.

Can you tell me what you were doing

between 8 P.M. on Friday evening

and 8 A.M. on Saturday morning?

Um...

I was at home. With my family.

And your wife will be able to verify

that you were there with her at that time, will she?

[Stammering] No. We were sleeping.

- From 8:00 at night? - No.

I don't know.

Maybe ten?

You seem upset, James. What's upsetting you?

[Exhales]

It's just

my wife doesn't know about these other women.

And I really don't want you to tell her.

Well, all we need to do is ask her

if you were with her on Friday night.

I love my wife.

I'm investigating a murder, not your marriage.

Chloe's the one that wanted it rough.

She said she liked it rough

and then when it did get rough, she freaked out.

Chloe alleges that you pressed on her

neck so hard that she couldn't breathe.

Well, she asked me to.

Asked you to do what?

She wanted me to dominate her.

I wasn't trying to hurt her, I swear.

Okay. Well, Chloe's not making a formal complaint.

[Sniffles]

But we do have cctv footage

from the queen's Chamberlain hotel on Friday night

of a man entering reception at about 8:45 P.M.,

taking a lift to the fifth floor, and returning at 10:34 P.M.

And that man strongly resembles you.

What would you say about that?

I need to pick up my kids. Can I go now?

I understand that you don't want your wife to know.

But we need to find out what happened

in that hotel room on Friday night.

You said I'm not under arrest.

That's right. You're free to go.

Are you saying that you'd like this interview to stop?

Yes.

Okay.

But before you go, we need to take your samples.

Samples?

Um, fingerprints and a DNA swab.

[Exhales]

You said that you separated in march

but that you've been perusing the dating market for six months.

Er, more or less.

Perhaps that's why your wife left you.

I didn't say... I didn't tell you that, did I?

More or less.

Look, to tell you the truth, Janet,

I couldn't care less.

She wasn't right for me.

So, have you been to this speed-dating thing before?

[Chuckles] Not really.

You just said "the usual" when asked about your day

and that included coming here.

It's just you seem a bit inconsistent.

[Mobile vibrating]

James refused to give us his samples.

Said he needs to speak to his solicitor.

We've arranged for him to come back in tomorrow afternoon.

Chris and Janet looked at the wall.

They reckon it's him.

Janet said he was lying all over

the shop, flapping like a fish.

Get a better view here.

Leaves the bar 8:20.

Heads to the lift, toilet corridor.

Back out five minutes later, back to the bar.

Out again 8:45, this time up in the lift alone

to, by Lee's calculation, the fifth floor.

Where he tied Lola's hands,

had several kinds of penetrative sex

with her in the bath and drowned her.

Back down in the lift, 10:34 P.M.

Exits presumably through that back exit with the broken cctv.

Should we be arresting him?

If he did kill Lola, he's not about to go out and do it again.

[Mobile ringing]

But if he doesn't come in tomorrow with his solicitor,

you can bet we'll arrest him.

[Mobile vibrating]

[Whispering] Sorry, I'm still here.

So, I won't be able to be there.

Will: Oh? I was just making you some dinner.

- Gill: Rach. - Thank you.

I'll, um, I'll ring you back if I need any more information on that.

Polsas found Lola's phone chucked in the skip at the back exit.

There's selfies of her all over it.

We have an identity for Lola.

An unregistered phone was recovered from near the hotel

with several text messages on it

about meeting in room 514 on the night of the murder.

And there were photos on the phone of the victim in Australia.

But still no name. So Rachel pursued Australian telecoms

and it turns out that the number on the victim's tag

does match a discontinued phone number

last registered to a woman by the name of Annie Gibson.

I called new south wales police

and overnight they sent an officer

to talk to Annie's parents and collect a photo.

And Rachel had a very sad conversation

with Annie's parents early this morning.

Her father told me that Annie's been travelling,

that she was in Manchester.

They spoke to her only last week.

He's flying to the UK as we speak to identify her.

So who is Lola?

Her dog.

He was put down last year.

She was wearing a dog's tag around her neck.

I should have picked that up.

New south wales police also managed

to trace her bank cards to the yha here in town.

I'm going to meet the cso and the csis there after this.

It's possible that the killer has been to that address at some point,

either before or after her death.

The messages do come up on Annie's phone as being from Grant,

but as mr Grant meath,

who Rachel assures me actually does buy

used cricket balls off clicker,

as he's admitted to being a work bludger

who regularly ducks out of his shifts and kips under the stairs

while the good taxpayer shouts him his salary.

I'm thinking James tollis is using his name.

Now, we're trying to fast-track a subscriber's cheque

on the phone the messages came from.

Other than that, all we have by way of a photograph is

the bloke she met on the night she was killed

sent a selfie of his meat and two veg.

- That's him? - That's him.

James is due in later today with his solicitor

and we will be taking samples off him.

Janet, ask him about Grant meath again.

Pete and Mitch, can you get a statement

from his wife, Margaret tollis, today?

James insists that he doesn't know Grant,

but what if we bring Grant meath back in,

show him a photo of James, ask if he knows him?

Gill: Excellent.

Lee: Do the text messages say anything

other than arrange time and place?

"I'm hot, rich, and ready to make you mine.

"I'm going to make you feel like you've never felt before.

"You're a naughty girl, going to rough you up."

I know it's practically trendy these days, this s&M business,

but James used the words "wanting it rough" when talking about Chloe,

and he seemed to indicate that the rough sex was Chloe's fault.

That he was just a passive victim

who hadn't got a clue what he was doing.

Boss, I know this is a bit out there, but

what if we got James to do us a selfie?

Of his penis?

I'd be fascinated to know which bit of pace covers that procedure.

No, no, no. I'm serious.

That one in that picture is clearly circumcised

and not a huge proportion of men are.

So if we got James to give us a photograph,

we'd be able to tell at a glance whether it was a match.

But couldn't he just have got a better picture off the Internet?

I mean, that doesn't prove anything.

Well, in any case, unless there's

something very distinctive about it,

one's much like another, I'm afraid.

It's a bit like an ear impression. They're not that unique.

You can show him the photograph and say, "is this yours?"

But nobody in their right mind's

going to agree to whip it out for you.

Okay, Lee, by the way, is going to be acting flo

and bringing Annie Gibson's father in today.

So can we take this gentleman off the board, please?

Don't want to upset him.

Rachel, would you like me to bring Grant meath back in?

I'm going to send Pete and Mitch.

Good idea.

Well...

Thank you, Janet.

Oh, I need one of those.

Here, have this one.

Thank you.

Rachel knows, by the way.

Knows what?

That she was second choice.

Oh. Oh. Okay.

Right.

Shit.

I didn't tell her.

No. I told her.

Why?

Why would you do that?

I just did.

As our sio, how could you think for a second

that it would be good protocol to ask one member of your team

to keep a secret from another one

and then go and reveal that secret anyway?

And for the record, Gill,

it went against the grain not telling her,

but I never said a word.

And then, for no particular reason,

you went and told her, without warning me!

How could you not see, as my friend,

what an extremely uncomfortable position that would put me in?

I let it slip.

Yeah, and left me in it.

If I had to describe it, I'd say that Grant was pleased.

Awestruck, even.

That his name was linked to a murder inquiry?

No, that James tollis, head boy at st Thomas a becket high school,

knew, much less remembered, Grant meath.

It seems that Grant was regularly bullied

by a gang of popular lads that James ran with.

James tollis bullied Grant meath?

Ian: No, not James, no.

Grant says that he, Grant,

was "too far down the ladder to be

"bullied by someone like James".

He was just amazed that he knew,

that he even remembered who he was.

This man's life gets sadder by the minute.

- Ian: Cheers, boss. - He's here.

James.

Detective constable Janet Scott.

Afternoon.

Well, we'll just go through here.

What happens...

Now...

if I say I did it?

But it was an accident. I had no intention of harming her.

I threw her phone in a bin out back

but it just didn't feel right to throw that away.

I mean, she was messed up, but she was sweet.

I've just arrested him. He confessed, right at the front desk.

Handed me her purse, corroborated the phone in the bin.

He's in the custody suite with Chris.

Great! Well done, Janet!

Did he ask for an intimation warning?

Janet: Yes.

Tell the custody officer we will tell his wife

when we do the house search.

Rachel, get the exhibits officer and a search team together.

He alleges that she asked him to have intercourse with her

from behind in the bath,

hold her head under the water while she held her breath.

He says it was an accident.

Yeah, well. And cleaning up after, that was an accident, too?

I look forward to that story.

Andrew redhead,

13 months old.

His injuries didn't fit with the parents' explanation.

Are you threatening us?

We need to ask you a few questions.

Go on, arrest me!

Police! You, get down!

Look at your face. "Winning the lottery ruined my life."

- Marcus! - [Tyres screeching]

Don't take me for a mug.

I really don't like that.