Class of 2010, make some noise!
? It's murder 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 murder on the dance floor... ?
What?
I'm off for a fag.
All right, bois bach, come on.
Time to go home!
Has anyone seen Dean?
It's Dean. He's dead!
We weren't doing it.
*CREDITS*
Must feel weird, being back at your old school.
- Boiler room, eh? - Yeah.
- Bet that's where all the cool stuff happened. - Yeah.
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.
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.
He's calmed down.
Absolutely nothing on.
It's...
It's really unbelievable.
Ah, Atkins...
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.
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.
Why wud annerone hurd Dean?
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 fag.
I-I never got the chance to say goodbye.
- Oh, God! - Who's going to tell his nan?
She was like a mum to...
I-I'll text her.
Don't worry. I'll use respectful emojis.
No. No. We'll take care of that.
John Chapel!
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.
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.
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?
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?
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.
Drained Of Life.
- Nice. - Nice!
Several witnesses say you and Dean had a fight
at the reunion last night.
Gossip!
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! 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.
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!
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.
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 murder.
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.
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.
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.
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 murder, 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.
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.
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...
Is he all right?
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.
Sorry.
OK, what do we know, apart from you're a little too interested
in Dean's sex life?
The Friday was a surprise.
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.
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 killed.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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 killer.
- 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.
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...
his visits made me feel so alive.
They do that, the young, don't they?
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.
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!
Chapel, we're getting somewhere!
You were there in the woods that day.
W-What do you remember?
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.
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 killer.
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.
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 killed Dean,
which is the case we should be concentrating on here.
Well, maybe somebody killed 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 killer.
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 killed Dean,
not get closure on ancient history.
Goodbye. And stay out of my life!
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. Murder 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 killing.
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?
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!
So... the night he was murdered, 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?
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."
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 shit.
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.
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.
"Dean's talking to the cops, sis."
"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.
So... are we still partners, then?
No.
We're friends.
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.
"It's a c-c-c-calamity."
- 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 murdered 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?
Takes more than Dettol to get rid of DNA.
All right. Yeah.
I killed him.
No. It was going to come out.
I killed 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 kill 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 killed Dean,
because he knew the truth about the hit-and-run!
He knew Sian was the driver, but I didn't kill 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 killed 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 murder 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!
Sorry.
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.
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.
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.
- 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...
- 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!
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