01x06 - Episode 6

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- Class of 2010, make some noise!
- CHEERING

♪ It's m*rder on
the dance floor... ♪

It's so hard, juggling
the aromatherapy

with being a mumfluencer.

I mean, thank God for
Rhys. He's my rock.

Great. Great.

Well, even though you never
asked, erm, I'm a nurse now.

Ooh, good for you. I
couldn't do what you do.

Not with the payments
on the Tesla.

Nurse's salary wouldn't
touch the sides.

What? It wouldn't.

Am I married? Am I married?

Er... it depends what
you mean by married.

Doing well for yourself, then?

Yeah, running the garage now.
Took it over from Grandad.

Eh, so you're good
with your hands, then?

Yes, he is.

And he's married, Becky Walsh.

Seeing as you're back in town,
why don't you pop into the salon,

and we'll sort out that tash?

♪ It's m*rder on
the dance floor... ♪

What?

HE SIGHS

I'm off for a f*g.

MUSIC SHUT OFF All right,
bois bach, come on.

Time to go home!

Has anyone seen Dean?

WOMAN SHRIEKS

It's Dean. He's dead!

SHE CRIES OUT

We weren't doing it.

ZIPPER ZIPS UP

{\an8}SIREN WAILS

{\an8}Must feel weird, being
back at your old school.

{\an8}- Mm. - Boiler room, eh?
- Yeah.

- Bet that's where all the cool stuff happened.
- Yeah.

THEY CHUCKLE

I've actually never
been in here before.

- You knew the victim?
- Dean? Yeah.

I didn't see him very often,
but he was my mechanic.

With your piece-of-crap car, you
must've seen him pretty often.

Well, I got rid of
my piece-of-crap car.

I've got a new one. Electric.

- It's got heated seats.
- Ooh.

My wife doesn't need to find
out about this, does she?

- What have we got?
- Dean Ward. Local mechanic.

Victim was hit with a spanner.

No defence wounds.
Probably hit from behind.

Family been notified?

His wife, Amber, was
also at the reunion.

She's pretty shaken up,

but her brother's come to help.

Pasty.

His actual name is Harrison,

but we used to call him Pasty
cos he had really bad dandruff.

I-It's actually quite a
funny story, cos, erm...

Yeah, well, those witness
statements won't take themselves.

That'll be all,
thank you, Mallowan.

How long's this
going to go on for?

I get that you're angry, sir,

but taking away my
promotion's made your point.

I'm not trying to make a point.

It's only cos the Chief Super's
a massive John Chapel fan

that you've still got a job.

I can't trust you.

There's an old saying
on the force, Mallowan.

One bad apple spoils the barrel.

That's not a police saying, sir.
It's... It's very well known.

I used it this morning.

Huh? Well, I don't care!

You've spoiled my barrel,

so... the barrel's closed.

I only want good
apples... in my barrel.

- But I'm a good detective.
- And that's what really hurts.

I was so proud of you.

This job, being top brass -

look, I know people think
I'm not really up to it.

- No-o!
- I had heard that.

Oh... I mean no-o.

But you doing so well...

..made me feel like a success.

Just take those statements
and fill me in later.

SHE SIGHS

He's calmed down.

WESTERN PLAYS ON TV

Absolutely nothing on.

It's...

It's really unbelievable.

ON TV: Ah, Atkins...

Oh.

..I can always rely on
your disruption just as the

cerebral cortex is about to unravel
the mysteries of a predicament.

Er, well, yeah, that's the
Inspector from East Riding here

to discuss the
Holdsworth case, sir.

Then kindly rotate
him 180 degrees

and return him to the East
Riding from whence he came.

PHONE RINGS

I don't follow,
Inspector Caesar.

No.

Your open mouth
and furrowed brow

do indicate a lack
of comprehension.

Allow me to elucidate.

I, much like the
Hawaiian monk seal,

am a solitary creature.

Charles Caesar...

..works alone.

- SOBBING: - Why wud
annerone hurd Dean?

SHE WAILS

- JANIE: - It's quite hard
to get what you're saying.

Maybe you could try
speaking between sobs.

Top bloke, Dean was.

He gave me a job when
nobody else would,

after I moved back
from Cardiff last year.

When I catch who done this,
I'll batter 'em. Seriously.

Y-You probably shouldn't admit
that in front of the police, Pasty.

Police or not, there's
going to be three hits.

Me hitting them, them
hitting the floor,

and the ambulance hitting 90.

OK. When was the last
time you saw Dean?

About 10pm.

He went for a f*g.

I-I never got the
chance to say goodbye.

- SOBBING: - Oh, God! Who's
going to tell his nan?

She was like a mum to...

SHE SOBS

I-I'll text her.

Don't worry. I'll use
respectful emojis.

No. No. We'll take care of that.

WAILING CONTINUES

- Oh.
- Oh.

- John Chapel! - Oh.
- Er...

- Er, oh.
- Er... Er...

Aha!

Sorry. Don't know
why I did that.

Er... how goes?

How... how are you?

Yeah, very good. Yeah.

You look well. Are you well?

Yes, yes, I am well. Yeah.

Sorry, erm, I know you're busy,
but can you sign my wet wipes?

It's all I could find.

Absolutely. Er, yeah.

I loved you in that thing.

Oh! Oh, thanks.

- There we are.
- Thank you.

- A pleasure. Pleasure.
- Cheers.

New one.

HE CHUCKLES

Yeah, erm, well, I have actually
called round a few times.

But your mother
said you were busy.

- I...
- Yeah. I've been doing a lot of overtime,

trying to get back in
Clarke's good books.

He's still pretty mad at me
for letting you in on cases.

Oh. Well, I had expected a call.

Well, I've been busy.

Oh.

What does "oh" mean?

It means "oh", last time
I checked my dictionary.

No, go on.

Well, it's... it's good to have
clarity on our relationship.

I thought we were partners,
but I didn't realise

it was just a cold,
transactional use of my skills.

- I should've invoiced.
- Oh, don't be such a drama queen.

Ah, name-calling! The first
refuge of the guilty conscience.

I've been busy trying
to rescue my career!

The one you recently torpedoed.

I didn't ask to be involved.
Look, we both of us know that

you couldn't have done
any of it without me.

Oi! I'm a damn good
police officer.

Now, if you don't mind,
I've got to go to work

because some of us can't just
run away from our careers

when life gets hard.

- Oh, fine!
- Oh!

- Oi, I'm going this way!
- I'm going this way!

- Well, I...
- Fine!

Nothing out of the ordinary
in Dean's movements

leading up to his death.

- Gym after work every day.
- A lot of takeaway receipts.

And he even went for
a Thai on Thursday.

Is that relevant?

I just didn't have Dean down
as someone who'd enjoy a Thai.

Anything from his phone records?

I've chased his
provider. Nothing yet.

But there's one call
he definitely received.

- From me.
- What?

I spoke to him yesterday
morning about my cold case.

The body in the drain?

Yeah, Patrick De Jong, a
missing Dutch backpacker.

I was thinking, do you reckon
Netflix might want to make

a documentary about this?

- Mm.
- The Body In The Drain.

- Mm!
- Or maybe... Chaudhry Investigates.

I don't think
they'd call it that.

Anyway, why did you
ask Dean about this?

Right, yeah. Er, postmortem showed
injuries from a car collision.

We know he was over here
in the summer of 2010,

so I've been ringing
local mechanics all week

to see if they had any records
of any cars with damage that

- would fit the hit-and-run.
- And did he?

Dean said he'd have to check the
old records from when he worked

for his grandad at the garage.

Said he'd ring me
back, but he never did.

- OK, well, see if you can find those records.
- Yeah.

Oh, also, one more thing from the
witness statements last night.

Apparently, Dean got into a
fight with a Rhys Hopkins.

Do you know him?

Ugh. I'm friends with
his wife, Rhiannon.

Wish I wasn't, to be honest.

She keeps inviting
me out for drinks.

'Secco Tuesdays, she calls it.

I think I preferred it
when we hated each other.

At least then, I didn't
have to talk to her.

You want me to interview Rhys?

No, no, I'll do it.

You see if you can
find those records.

Wait.

What about Human Blockage?

For my cold-case documentary?

Chaudhry, focus, please.

Yeah.

Ooh!

Drained Of Life.

- Nice.
- Nice!

BOTH LAUGH

MUSIC BLARES

Several witnesses say
you and Dean had a fight

at the reunion last night.

Gossip!

BEEP MUSIC STOPS

People are just jealous.

Little old Rhys is
back from London.

He's earning, he's
got a beautiful wife.

They want to bring
Rhys down a peg or two.

"Little old Rhys likes talking
about himself in the third person."

Well, Janie has
witness statements.

You told Dean "milk."

No, that's... my shopping list.

Erm, wait one moment. Bear with.

You told Dean you were
going to "kick his head in".

All right, we had a fight, yeah.

- Janie! - Oh.
- Hi.

What are you doing here?

Just clearing up a few
things about the reunion.

Poor Dean.

Well, I'll leave
you to it, then.

Just came to nick
your wellies, hon.

OK, hon.

Ooh.

So sorry you couldn't
make 'Secco Tuesday again.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Another uncle died.

Just... bloody uncles.

Cool.

Bye.

Dean and Rhiannon were
an item, weren't they?

When they were 13.

The fight wasn't about that. No.

Dean ripped me off, overcharged
me for fixing the car.

Wait. The car's right there.

Rhiannon came to the station last
month and reported it stolen.

It was, yeah.

Whoever nicked it won't be
trying that again, though.

I stuck a tracker tile on it.

Yeah, I use them for Mam
when we go on holiday.

Zero sense of direction!

SHE LAUGHS

Look, are we done here?

For now. Yeah. Just
don't go anywhere.

I mean, obviously, you
can go to work and stuff.

Just don't leave the country.

PHONE BUZZES

Oh...

Oh, God, what is it now?

Sir, I came as quickly as...

What is he doing here?

- Hello.
- Surprised, Mallowan?

Yeah, it's been a day
full of surprises.

Shall I tell you about mine?

I had a call earlier
from the Chief Super.

She thinks we're a bit
overstretched with our cold case

and the Dean Ward m*rder.

Wants us to bring in a
consultant to help us,

based on your previous
successes together.

Only too happy to offer
my unique expertise.

- You can't be serious?!
- Oh, I have to admit,

my first thought was, "Is
this an anxiety dream?"

But then, being as they
usually involve me having to do

an interview on the six
o'clock news stark naked,

I had to conclude, "No,
this is very much real."

But he's not a detective!

Oh! Bit late for you to
realise that, Mallowan.

No, on this case, Mr Chapel is,

in fact, a consultant
for the Mid-Wales Police.

- Do I get a badge?
- Of course you don't get a badge.

Does he get a badge?

Not while there's still
breath in my body, no.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

Just wondered if now's a good time
to ask Mr Chapel for a selfie.

- My Auntie Laila's a big fan.
- Absolutely! Only too happy to.

- Chaudhry, get out, will you, please?!
- Sorry, sir.

Sorry, I didn't mean to...

Oh, great. Now you made
me shout at Chaudhry.

He's going to be
in a huff all day.

Well, all right, come on,
you've finally succeeded in

turning my workplace
into a circus.

That'll be all. Thank you.

Reunions. They're strong
motives. HE CHUCKLES

People forced to
face their pasts.

Buried feelings
dragged into the now.

It's interesting, Chapel.

Interesting. Yeah.

Yes!

But - oh, no, no. Good point.

Salient... Salient, salient.

Want to share with the group?

Oh, you want my input now...
that I've been forced upon you?

A little apology wouldn't hurt.

Some kind of acknowledgement
that you need my deductive skill.

I am capable of working
things out by myself.

All right.

You've smartened yourself up...

..got a new aftershave.

SHE SNIFFS

Floral. Hint of lavender.

You, John Chapel, have
got yourself a girlfriend.

- I've not got a girlfriend.
- Who is the lucky woman?

Don't tell me - Helena
Hart, lady of the manor?

John Chapel, you dark horse.

- I'm not discussing my love life.
- Well, can we discuss the case?

Now, Rhys and Dean's
fight must be significant.

No, no, no, no, no. No.

A little public
fight like that? No.

It's all about ego,
status, public perception.

But our m*rder, no, that's
about rage, desperation.

So, we're looking for
someone who hated Dean.

Eventually, yes. But, for now, we
should go and talk to the widow,

find out why she threw Dean out.

- She didn't.
- A man who goes to the gym every day

and eats takeaways every night?

So? I always treat myself
to a pizza after the gym.

Yes, but unlike you, Dean
clearly had impulse control.

No, he was sleeping at work.

In a place that had no
bathroom or cooking facilities.

Showering at the
gym, eating takeaway.

Ergo... lovers' tiff.

All right. Well,
looks like I need

to have another word
with Amber, then.

All right, I'll come with you.

- Ugh!
- Don't worry.

You won't know I'm there.

Police.

Amber Ward? We'd like a word.

Back in a sec.

Sorry, this is our consultant.

John Chapel.

I know who he is. I did
watch Game Of Thrones.

I wasn't in Game Of Thrones.

Oh, God.

I did get down to the last
two for Ned Stark, though.

No, I'm very much here in a
criminal psychologist capacity,

so... don't mind me.

You.

We tried you at home first.

I didn't expect to
see you at work.

I wanted the distraction.
Needed to keep busy.

Oh. Doesn't look very busy.

Thanks. Times are tough.

Sorry. Er, didn't mean for
it to come out like that.

- SHE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY - Dean
was sleeping at the garage.

Why did you throw him out?
Was he having an affair?

- Doubtful, you see, because...
- Didn't ask you!

He'd been taking risks at
the garage. Stolen cars.

I thought he was out of control,

so I told him to leave.

I couldn't be involved
in anything dodgy.

I'm a beautician. People
trust me with their faces.

- Pasty.
- Morning.

- All right?
- Oh, all right?

Erm, I came to see
how you're holding up.

I shut the garage
out of respect.

Erm, a-also, will you
put a wash on for me?

I don't know how
to use my machine.

- No.
- Can you shed any more light on Dean's movements yesterday?

Ah, he went to see his
nan in the morning.

Really?

You look surprised. Why?

- You just clapped in my face.
- No, before that.

Dean going to visit his
nan surprised you. Why?

He'd already gone on Monday.

It was weird because he was
a creature of habit, yes?

Yeah. H-He was
regular as clockwork.

Nan on a Monday, chilli
con carne on Tuesdays,

sex on a Wednesday,
running club on a Thursday,

and sex again on a Friday.

Twice a week.

Very interesting.

The Wednesday...?

Lack of job satisfaction?

Hmm, maybe, Chapel. Yes.

Midweek injection of excitement to
get him through to the weekend...

- SHE WHISPERS: - Is he all right?
- JOHN MUTTERS

Erm, did Dean say anything to you
about why he went to see his nan?

No. Erm, it was after he had
some phone call from you lot.

Right, that's all we need
for now. Thank you very much!

OK, well, apparently
we're done here.

Thank you very much.

- SHE WHISPERS: - Sorry.

OK, what do we know, apart from
you're a little too interested

in Dean's sex life?

The Friday was a surprise.

PHONE RINGS

I had him down as a
Monday and Saturday man.

Oh... Chaudhry?

Thought you'd want to know this.

I've been looking into Dean's
brother-in-law, Harrison.

See, before he moved
back, he was...

In prison.

Wow. How'd you know?

A man who can't do
his own washing,

but leaves to the
big city on his own?

He's not the sort of person
to crave independence.

He's good, isn't he?

OK. His ego doesn't
need inflating any more.

What was Harrison in for?

Stealing cars.

He did ten months with good
behaviour in HMP Cardiff.

- Mm-hm.
- Good work, Chaudhry.

Thanks, boss. A-And, thanks,
Mr Chapel, sir, boss, sir.

My pleasure, my dear Chaudhry.

OK, so maybe Harrison and
Dean were partners in crime.

They fell out, and
Harrison did Dean in?

Hardly likely.
Harrison's a follower.

He lacks the drive to
put on a colours wash,

let alone end a life.

No, our obvious next move is
a visit to Dean's grandmother.

Audrey Ward? Why?

Dean gets a call about this
cold case, drops everything,

and goes and sees Audrey.

Why?

It piqued something in him.

He wanted answers - answers
that maybe got him k*lled.

The residential home won't
let us talk to Audrey so soon

after she's had such a shock.

They'll let me in.

They love a visit, these places,
from a national treasure.

Thanks, but no, thanks.

You can't brush me off now.

I'm an employee of the
Mid-Wales Police force.

You're a consultant.
And I've consulted you.

Now, I'm going back
to the station,

and you're going home.

Oh, don't sulk.
I'll drop you off.

You can go and see
your girlfriend.

I do not have a girlfriend.

Whatever. Just go home
and stay out of trouble.

- WOMAN: - We're so
excited to have you here

at Maes Addfwyn
Residential Home.

Bois bach! John Chapel!

Oh, I know you've got quite
a few fans amongst us.

- Residents and staff.
- Oh, stop it. HE CHUCKLES

I think you're going
to really like it here.

Our rates are very reasonable,

and we have a few
residents your age.

I'm 65.

But, yes, one day, perhaps.

Before I leave, erm, I think
I'd better visit your amenities.

Yes. Do you want me
to come with you?

I think I'll be all right.

Well, any problems,
just pull the cord.

Oh, yes, the, erm, well...

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, my dear Celia,

I'm so sorry. I'm
appallingly la...

Oh, excuse me, I'm...

I'm so sorry, I'm in
the wrong room. I do...

It's you! Off of the telly!

Yeah... John Chapel.

Pleasure to meet you.

Audrey.

- Audrey?
- Ah.

Audrey, erm, you don't mind
if I stay and chat with you,

for a while? Do you?

Only, I think m-my friend...

I can't do this. I'm
sorry. It's wrong.

Erm...

I know who you
are, Audrey. I'm...

I'm here for a reason.

I've got a TV licence.

Oh, no. No.

Erm, I'm here because of Dean.

Your grandson.

I'm helping the police
to find his k*ller.

- My Deanie bach.
- Hmm.

I keep expecting him to
walk in through that door.

Yes, I'm so sorry.

Dean came to visit
you on Friday night.

We think it might have some
bearing on why he was m...

..er... how the
offence unfolded.

Well, I did think
it was a bit off,

him popping in on the
hop like that, because...

..Dean liked things just so.

He had to have his Weetabix
in the exact same bowl

when he was a dwt.

It might've been Sugar Puffs.

Well, both are very
nice. Erm, so, Friday?

Oh. He wanted to have a
pip at his old photo album.

I keep it here because I like
to look at it myself, you see?

- Could I see it?
- Er, yes, yes.

Erm...

Aww. His postcards. Look.

Yeah.

Seemed him and Amber spent
half their life in Du-bay.

I think it's pronounced Dubai.

Is it?

Very posh.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

I don't know what he was looking
for, mind, but he found it,

and then he made his
excuses and he was away.

But he gave me a kiss.

Always gave me a kiss.

May I borrow this?

Well, I'll be wanting
it back, mind.

I'll be needing my memories now.

I know it sounds silly, but...

..him being so young...

- TEARFULLY: - ..his visits
made me feel so alive.

They do that, the
young, don't they?

- Mm.
- Take you out of yourself,

bring the world to you.

Sounds to me as if you've got
a grandkid just like my Deanie.

Not a million miles away.

Er... you know, um...

..I-I know it's not
the same, but...

..I could always visit you?

Erm, if you feel
like a regular chat?

No.

No, that would be strange. No.

Right.

I told you to stay
away from Audrey Ward.

Look what I found.

I remember this!

This was the year above's
A-level results day.

They had a massive
party in the woods.

Yeah, that's Rhiannon.

That's Rhys.

Dean. That's Amber.

Amber had just moved here with her
little brother Harrison from Essex.

That's why her clothes are, like,
two years ahead of everyone else's.

And this girl here in
the photo with you,

with the J necklace must be...?

Yeah, that's Sian.

Just a few weeks
before she, erm...

We'd gate-crashed.

SHE CHUCKLES

Why was Dean
bothered about this?

Because...

..he'd seen a dead man.

Look familiar?

Bloody hell.

Body in the drain!

I'll send it to Chaudhry,
see if he can ID him.

Right. Yes!

HE GIGGLES

Chapel, we're getting somewhere!

You were there in
the woods that day.

W-What do you remember?

Oh...

Nothing. It was...

..just a party.

H-H-Hang on.

For someone who normally
has verbal diarrhoea,

you don't have a lot to
say about what happened.

I left early!

- Why?
- Er, because...

..me and Sian had a
massive falling-out!

Er... so stupid.

She'd said that...

..she wanted to leave
Trebach and go to uni, and...

I didn't take it well.

To be fair, we were
wasted on WKDs.

- Is that drugs?
- No, it's an alcopop.

Tasted like blue Slush Puppies.

- Sounds delightful.
- Mm.

I just lost it with her.

Just... said some
terrible things.

- She didn't die because of you.
- No, but...

..screaming at someone that they
were abandoning you, and that...

..you'd hoped that they'd
die isn't great, is it?

Especially when a
few weeks later...

I don't want to talk about it.

PHONE RINGS

Chaudhry!

Thanks for sending the picture.

Cross-referenced it with the
photos from my cold case's family.

That is definitely
my backpacker.

But that's not why I'm calling.

I've been looking into
Dean's garage records,

and I've got something.

One car was brought in
during the summer of 2010

for bodywork repairs.

Yeah. Well, whose is it?

It's yours. Well, your old one.

Back then, it was
registered to Sian Hopkins.

Are you saying Sian was
your hit-and-run driver?

No. She was a straight-A student

who didn't have a
bad bone in her body.

She's not a k*ller.

- Is Sian the one standing next to you in the photo?
- Yeah.

That necklace she's wearing,
the one with the J on it?

We found one like it in
the drain near the body.

There was no usable DNA on it,

so we dismissed it as unconnected
to the case, but that is it.

I've found my
hit-and-run driver!

Sorry.

I-I know she was a mate.

BIRDSONG

I know my best mate! She wouldn't
run a bloke over and then

shove his body down a drain! No.

Well, it might explain
why she took her own life.

The guilt.

It doesn't explain
who k*lled Dean,

which is the case we should
be concentrating on here.

Well, maybe somebody k*lled Dean

to protect Sian's memory.

Her sister.

Except Rhiannon is the most
self-absorbed person I've ever met.

- She wouldn't.
- No.

But there's two deaths here,

and we're trying to
fit them together,

but what if they're not linked?

I don't understand why
you're being so resistant.

How do you not?

You've brought my best
friend back from the dead

and made her a k*ller.

Imagine if I did that with Elin!

I'm trying to help you!

Finding out what happened,

- giving you some closure.
- Well, thanks, but no, thanks.

I need to concentrate
on who k*lled Dean,

not get closure on
ancient history.

Goodbye. And stay
out of my life!

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Cause of death is skull fracture
from blunt-force trauma.

There's a secondary
fracture from the fall,

but he'd most likely have been
dead by the time he hit the ground.

- Oh. m*rder weapon?
- No doubt about it.

The spanner.

Been wanting a spanner
death for years.

Another Cluedo
weapon ticked off.

God, I'd love a
lead-pipe k*lling.

That's the really hard one.

- Fingers crossed for you.
- Hmm.

I thought John Chapel might be
with you, now he's official.

Oh, don't.

Why don't we go out next
weekend? Drown your sorrows?

There's a new Irish bar
doing Mexican food near mine.

- Mad vibes.
- Yeah, I'd like that.

I've got no other plans.
Mam's away with the girls.

Oh, where's she going? Tenerife?

Ibiza? Shagaluf?

National Trust Tudor
Merchant House.

For a girls' trip?

Sorry, no, that's annoyed
me, actually. What a waste!

Anything else on our victim?

No, nothing, really, although
he did have another injury.

His right knee was buggered.

Tore his ACL last month.
Medical records confirm it.

He was in a running club. He
went running every Thursday.

Not on that knee, he didn't.

So, what do you want
to see me about?

I went to the Thai Palace
restaurant yesterday.

- Do you know what I found out?
- No.

Firstly, they do an absolutely
banging panang curry -

- like, hot, but not blow-the-doors-off hot.
- Hmm.

Secondly, the owner said Dean's
been going there every week

with a glamorous young woman
who matches your description.

Did they say I was glamorous?
Oh, my God, that is so sweet!

I feel like such a
bin fire right now.

All right, we've
been meeting up.

How long has the affair
been going on for?

- It's not an affair.
- Secret meet-ups?

- Oh...
- Thai food - the sexiest of the foods.

We just talked.

I know my life looks perfect,

but really, it is just as
much of a mess as yours.

My life's not a mess.

I just bought a new car!

- Heated seats, thank you very much!
- Ooh.

So... the night he was
m*rder*d, did you and Dean talk?

No. I left early
to take Rhys home.

So, Dean didn't text you at 10.30pm,
saying, "Need to talk to you"?

And you didn't reply,
"On my way," car emoji?

We had his phone records
through about an hour ago.

All right, I did go back
to the reunion to see him.

- Why?
- It doesn't matter why.

Well, I'll be off, then.
Glad we cleared that up.

All right, fine.

He told me he'd been looking
into this hit-and-run dead body

for the police, and
he knew who did it.

He said it was Sian.

Yeah, right.

Like, if Sian had
ever run someone over,

she'd have gone to the police.

Yeah. But she was
wasted that night.

Which only proves it more.
Sian wouldn't drink and drive.

Well, that's what I said.
But Dean was adamant.

Said she'd brought the
car in, in a real state,

the morning after
results day. Dented.

Told him that she'd hit a deer,
so he fixed it up for her.

He couldn't have known that
she'd hit a person. My God...

I still can't believe
it. Like, Sian?

BABY GURGLES SHE SIGHS

But that's what we
were talking about.

There was nothing
going on between us.

We just both needed
someone to talk to, is all.

Especially after
he'd left Amber.

You mean, after she
chucked him out?

No. He'd left her.

What is this?

I've got Cath Davies
due in now for Botox.

Cath Davies?! I knew
Cath Davies had Botox!

Mam said she just looked young,

but I was like, "No, she
never looks surprised, Mam"!

For the tape, Cath Davies
is an absolute liar.

Erm, could we get to
the point, please?

Don't act all
professional, Aeron.

I can see you playing with
your phone under the desk.

Ahem. It was important.

It's Wordle, Aeron.

Got it in three. "Moist."

Ahem.

Your salon... does very well,
considering it's never busy.

I've been on Companies House.

Your turnover's through
the roof this year.

Word spread.

Your eyebrow threading is good,
Amber, but it's not that good.

You're the ringleader
behind the stolen cars.

You've been laundering the
money through your salon.

No wonder you can afford to go
to Dubai three times a year.

- Why would I risk everything?
- Cos you like money.

Who doesn't? Money's brilliant.

But... Dean wanted to stop

before the police
got any closer.

You couldn't give up your
lifestyle, so he left you.

You're full of sh*t.

I'm full of truth. Hard truth.

I'm a truth sleuth.

I'm the Truthinator.
Hasta la vista, baby.

Let me put a theory to you.

Friday morning,

Dean's at work, gets a
call from the police.

Uh-oh!

But that call was about
that body in the drain.

Yes, but Harrison, who, let's
be honest, is a little bit twp,

doesn't know that.

He puts two and two together,
comes up with 50, calls you.

- GRUFFLY: - "Dean's
talking to the cops, sis."

- SQUEAKILY: - "Cor blimey, we'd
better shut him up for good."

A, I sound nothing like that.

I thought it was good.
Harrison was proper good.

It was, to be fair.
Bang-on Pasty.

And B, how could I hit him
over the head with a spanner?

You got Harrison to do it.

We're bringing him in, but
it would be a lot easier

if you just told
us the truth now.

No.

I loved Dean.

Yes, he was a pain in the arse.

But he was MY pain in the arse.

- Look...
- No.

Before you say anything, I would
like to say that I'm sorry.

- No, I'm sorry.
- No, as somebody who prides himself

on understanding humanity's
emotional complexities,

I can at times be
crassly oblivious.

Are you going to stop talking
and let me give you a hug?

Yes, I'd like that.

Oh. Erm...

So... are we still
partners, then?

- No.
- Oh.

We're friends.

Oh. Are we?

Yeah, I suppose we are. Yeah.

I don't have many friends.

- Erm... that's very...
- Weird, yeah.

Because you're my friend,
and you're Caesar,

and also the voice of that
bear in that animated film

I never told you
I secretly liked.

Oh! Nobody ever compliments
me on that, yeah.

GRUFFLY: "It's a
c-c-c-calamity."

THEY LAUGH

- Yes, amaz...
- Yes.

Well, you'd better come in, you
know. I'll get the Bourbons.

It has to be them.
Amber wants rid of Dean,

gets Harrison to do the deed.

Is it in character?

Harrison as an accomplice?

It's very risky. He's not the
sharpest tool in the shed.

- But he's family. She can trust him.
- Yes, but she's clever.

Fiercely independent.
Strong-minded.

She kept her own accent, when it
would've been easier to adapt,

to speak like the locals,
the same way her brother did.

Psychologically, I can't see
her reaching out to anyone,

family or not.

Is there anything that links
Harrison to the scene of the crime?

We're waiting on
boiler room forensics,

but his alibi is
all over the shop.

Said he went for a
very innocent walk,

but can't remember where.

Well, you can't know where
someone is all the time.

Of course you can.

It's not them.

What is going on?

We need to go through
everybody's movements again.

Especially yours, Rhiannon,

seeing as you were the last
person to see Dean alive.

- What? She was at home with me.
- No.

Rhiannon snuck out, the
night of the reunion,

while you were sleeping.

But you knew that, didn't you?

Because you followed her there.

Whoa, mate, if Poirot's
right and you m*rder*d Dean,

I'm going to have to
batter you, right?

There's going to be three
hits - me hitting you...

I was at home asleep!

You were woken when
your phone pinged.

The new tracker let you know
your car was on the move.

At first, you must have thought
your car had been stolen.

But then you saw where
it was going - back here.

It was too much for you.

So, you got on your little moped,
and you decided to confront Dean.

It's not little, and
it's not a moped,

it's a Vespa scooter.
It's a design classic!

You arrived at the school,

and you saw Dean leading
Rhiannon to the boiler room -

and we all know what
happens in the boiler room.

Well... I don't personally...

..but... I have heard stories.

You decided you were going
to catch them in the act.

Rubbish!

We did a search of your house.

Guess whose shoes have traces
of Dean's blood on them?

RHIANNON GASPS

Takes more than Dettol
to get rid of DNA.

All right. Yeah.

I k*lled him.

RHIANNON GASPS

No. It was going to come out.

RHIANNON SIGHS

I k*lled Dean.

Right, that's it. I'm going
to have to batter him.

Isn't this where you cuff him?

Er... something's not right.

I mean, it fits, but, like,
character-wise... er...

Ah, I don't know. Maybe
I'm overthinking it.

No, no. Your instincts say no.

- Yeah.
- Why?

- Rhys feels wrong.
- Why?

Sorry, what's going on?

Erm, could you talk amongst
yourselves? This is important.

- Come here. Right.
- OK.

- Close your eyes. Focus.
- Yeah.

- Forget everything around you.
- OK.

You're Rhys.

Why didn't you k*ll Dean?

I'm... flash, I'm... all talk.

I'd be angry, but...

It's an impotent anger.
Not driven to action.

No.

But... why would I confess?

- Machismo, maybe?
- No.

- No, no.
- Pride. Vanity!

- No, no. Fear.
- Yes.

What did he have to lose?

Nothing.

Unless...

But why?

The truth.

That thing you've known,
but have been suppressing.

You knew her better than anyone.

You were right.

I was right.

You went to catch Rhiannon
in the act, and you did.

It was you who k*lled Dean,

because he knew the truth
about the hit-and-run!

He knew Sian was the driver,
but I didn't k*ll him.

No. She wasn't.

I knew her better than anyone.

She wouldn't do it.

Couldn't have done it!

A 17-year-old girl?

Moving a grown man's body?

This is mad!

You just feel guilty cos you're
the reason she's not here now.

After we'd argued,
she wanted to go home.

She'd fallen out
with her best friend.

She was drunk.
Her car was there,

but she wouldn't have driven!

And what do we do in those
moments? We turn to those we trust.

Family. Her big sister!

You were the one
that drove the car.

You were the hit-and-run driver.

This is insane!

You were the one that took the
car to Dean to be repaired.

And that's why you k*lled him.

Wh-What about the
forensics on my trainers?

She was in a rush.

She chucked them on by the door,

just like she borrowed your
wellies the other day -

because you're the same size.

I'm a size nine,
Rhiannon's a seven.

Don't make me do a Cinderella,
Rhys. We both know they'll fit.

Rhiannon Hopkins, I'm arresting
you for the m*rder of Dean Ward.

Didn't take long to
get the confession.

She seemed happy
to get it all out.

Great.

Another victory for
you and John Chapel.

Sir, you're being childish.

- Not.
- Look.

John Chapel is a genius, but some of
his ideas are away with the fairies.

- No arguments here.
- He's unmanageable.

The only reason I could
work with him was because of

everything you taught me.

Every mad theory, I'd think,
"What would Clarke say?"

- Come off it.
- It's true!

Who drilled police
protocol into me?

Who taught me how
to build a case?

It wasn't John
Chapel. It was you!

He is a good detective,

but you are a brilliant
police officer...

..and a great boss.

You're a good apple, Mallowan.

A damn good apple.

And this barrel needs
apples like you.

Good apples.

Shiny apples.

Police apples.

- Are you crying?
- Hmm? No.

Wet eyes.

Now...

..get out of here, DI Mallowan,

before you see a grown man cry.

It's a bit late for that. Your
eyes are proper streaming.

Wait...

Did you say... DI?

I put you in for promotion.

Ohh!

- Oh!
- Agh, get off!

Actually get off! You're
cutting off my windpipe!

HE COUGHS

Sorry.

SHE LAUGHS

S-Sorry.

And thank you.

Also, erm, I have been meaning
to bring this up for a while,

but it's, erm...

..Mall-ow-an,

not Mall-owan.

I... wanted to correct you,
but... never found the right time.

Anyway, thank you.

Goodbye.

Right.

Actually, yeah, go on.

DOORBELL RINGS

All right? Don't often see you
slumming it round these parts.

Yeah, well...

..I thought I'd drop by
and see how you're doing.

Yeah, I'm good.

Not... Not great. But I'm fine.

Just with Sian and, you
know, closure and everything,

it feels like, erm...

..I've had a massive tree
removed from my garden.

Now the tree's been removed, it's
like all the light can get in,

and it's like I can see the garden
properly for the first time,

and it's like, "Whoa!
This garden is a mess."

But, er... it's empty.

- Mm.
- And...

I'm doing fine.

I'm fine, John Chapel.

I'm glad to hear
it. Yeah, good.

Yeah. Erm...

Oh! And...

..congratulations on
the promotion news.

- Hmm!
- It's well deserved. - Yeah.

Yeah. It was brilliant work.

Pretty good, weren't we?

We were good, yeah,
but you... were great.

- She's doing my head in.
- Hmm.

Erm, look, thanks
for stopping by.

I would invite you in, but I'm
about to head out with Baxter.

We're going for
tacos at McGinty's.

Yeah. Erm, before you do that,

there's something I want
to tell you about. Yeah.

- What is...?
- Well, something we both want to...

- Yeah.
- ..tell you about.

I'm not going to the Tudor
Merchant's House with the girls.

I'm going with John.

N-N-No...

- No. No.
- No, no...

- No, no...
- ..we wanted you to hear it from us.

"Us?" Ha-ha.

No, you two are not an "us".

No. No, no, no.
What about Helena?

There's nothing going
on between Helena and I.

You jumped to that conclusion.

What, and you jumped into
the sack with my mam?!

- Oi!
- Some partner you are,

cracking on to my mother!

He has not been
cracking on to me.

- He has been a gentleman.
- Thank you, Yvonne.

And it might be more advisable

to have a bit more
respect for your mother.

- You do not get to come into my house...
- MY house!

..and tell me how I
talk to my mother!

- I knew you'd be like this!
- Look, let's...

Be like what? Oh, my gosh,
has he been here before?!

Let's behave like
responsible adults.

I said to John, I said,
"She's going to be like this."

- You're behaving like a six-year-old.
- You've been acting like a snake!

Well, it's just
your default mode.

You go straight to toddler mode!

- I'm not a toddler!
- You behave like a toddler.

I'm not a toddler!
I'm going to my room!