Scott and Bailey s04e03 Episode Script
Damaged
Why did she get the job? Gill offered it to me.
I turned it down.
Rachel doesn't know anything about that.
OK? Ta-da.
You're not behaving like a sergeant, Rachel.
~ What is it? ~ I want to live with my dad.
~ I want a boyfriend.
~ Do you? And the other bit of good news is: I'm retiring.
Four months and counting.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Right-footed.
It's a Hexalite sole, so I'm saying Reebok.
Size nine.
Morning.
Where are we up to? He's had a bit of a night of it.
Welts, dents, broken bones.
~ The state of him.
~ Yeah, but no blood.
Not a drop.
No cut lips.
No bloody nose.
Smacked about like this, you'd expect some.
Most of those bruises are the wrong colour.
There's a nice set around the neck.
Yeah, that's as you'd expect.
Strangled? He dies.
His blood pools.
Then the rest of the beating happens postmortem, which gives bruises and no blood.
~ Done this before? ~ Gifted amateur.
The towel position's a bit weird.
He's not gone down wearing it.
It's been placed over him.
These black bits ~ Telly? ~ Yeah, I reckon.
Same one as mine, that.
Mine's smaller.
Bloody hell.
Look at that.
I've got those cushions, as well.
'Please! He's not breathing.
He's not moving.
He's dead.
' ~ 'What's your name?' ~ 'Adam.
It's my husband, Rich.
He's dead.
That bastard Keane's done it.
' ~ 'What's your address?' ~ '115 The Macksons.
' ~ Fairy Towers.
~ 'I don't know what to do.
He's killed him.
That bastard Keane's killed him.
' It's half-three in the morning, and Adam Hutchings hangs the phone up.
Goes upstairs to 125 on the 12th floor, drags 'that bastard Keane' out of bed and gives him a good kicking.
Why's Adam so sure Barry Keane killed Rich? I've not read the hand-over messages.
Soon as.
But apparently, he'd committed an assault on our gay couple.
So, Keane went and finished the job off.
That's what Hutchings reckons, so we could be dealing with a hate-motivated murder.
The living room has been trashed, but just that.
I don't think anything's been taken.
And there's some nice stuff, worth taking, so I'm not thinking burglary.
Adam had been for a night out with his mate.
His mate's name's er ~ Tim Radcliffe.
~ Yeah, that's him.
Same block.
Tenth floor.
They'd been for a night out.
Got slaughtered.
Adam'll need interviewing, but if he was in a bar all night with Tim, it should be simple to check his alibi.
~ I want CCTV, bars, taxis, buses, statements from staff.
~ Yeah.
We've got Keane and Hutchings locked up down Duke Street for last night's fight, waiting to be processed.
Duke Street have got another six hours' processing time, so we should be able to get all our preliminaries done before we bring them in.
What sort of state is Adam going to be in? Finds his husband murdered and spends a night in the cells for attacking who he thought did it.
Yeah, OK.
Make sure he gets time with his family liaison officer before we interview him.
Let him get his head around what's happened.
Last night's duty detective was from the fraud squad.
They've got next to no understanding of how to approach a murder.
Only immediate neighbours have been interviewed.
It being 4am, our friend from Fraud didn't want to wake anyone.
Or catch the murderer cleaning himself up.
Practically no witness statements.
At least they didn't tamper with the crime scene.
Next time, I'll tell them to stick a sign on the corpse saying 'Back soon' and leave it till we get in.
When you go through the messages Fraud submitted, look at how thorough the officers have been.
See what needs doing again.
My suspicion is: most of it.
~ You know which of the first 50 actions we need doing? ~ Yeah.
Good.
Get 'em done.
~ Do you not want to look first? ~ I trust you.
I've got a meeting, then a jolly down the mortuary.
Barry Keane's wife and Adam's mate, who he went out with, erm ~ Tim Radcliffe.
~ Yeah.
Both of them interviewed, soonest.
~ Why can't I remember his name? ~ We should get Adam Hutchings today.
Again, they might not have been dealt with forensically.
They were taken in for fighting, so their clothes might not have been bagged.
I want all of that double-checking by you.
Any possible cause of DNA contamination.
Did they use the same police car to bring them in? And shoes.
I want shoes.
Have either of them got size-nine Reeboks? ~ Ready for a trip down Fairy Towers? ~ Always.
We are dealing with a potential hate crime, so I want everybody to consider their words as carefully as their actions.
Understood? It's just what the gays call it.
They call it Fairy Towers themselves, the gays, cos there's loads of gays ~ Understood? ~ Yes, ma'am.
Put him on CCTV.
He can't do any harm there.
~ Right.
Do you know what you're doing? ~ Yeah.
I'll be a few hours.
Three, max.
Tell me about your husband's whereabouts last night.
I can't.
I mean, I was working.
When I got home, he was here.
What time was that? ~ What time did it happen? ~ We're not sure.
Well, me and Barry hadn't spoke since the fight, night before last.
Can you tell me a little bit more about that? I don't know how it got so bad.
But when he was at his worst I used to go round the boys', Rich and Adam's.
But he thought they were trying to get me to leave him.
Why did he think that? Maybe they were.
I was just having a minute, clearing my head.
Then Barry started banging on the door, but the boys wouldn't let him in.
~ These were an accident.
~ What kind? The other night, it got a bit heated.
He was just trying to get me back home.
He's not a bad man.
He can't help it.
~ He says they make his flesh creep.
~ Who? All of them.
Sorry.
I can't think.
Erwe got changed.
We had a livener.
We went out.
What time was that, Tim? Must have been about Well, Adam didn't go home first.
He must have got here about five-ish.
We had a few pints in Molly's Bar.
They have a happy hour till eight.
Then we went to Bar Hippo for Bear-aoke.
Bear-aoke? Karaoke for Bears.
Big, hairy guys.
Practically had to prise the microphone from Adam's hands.
~ Did anyone see you at Hippo? ~ Are you kidding? It's all over Facebook.
Hang on.
Some other guy who gives you the eye You don't give nothing to me I hate karaoke.
That's cos you're dead inside (!) Posted last night at 12.
27 by Tim Radcliffe.
A couple of hours later, Adam's screaming murder on a 999.
Find out what time it was recorded.
Oh, we got Barry Keane's shoes.
You were right - size-9 Reeboks.
Watch and learn, folks.
Which puts Barry in pole position.
Arrest him.
I don't want him going anywhere tonight.
Adam Hutchings is a bit of a mess, but he's agreed to answer some questions in the interview room.
Me and Tim had wanted to get straight out.
Rich didn't.
Didn't fancy it.
Are you sure you're OK to carry on? So, the last time you saw Rich alive was? Yesterday morning.
We'd had a bit of an argument about me going out.
That happens.
He was right.
I shouldn't have.
With all the Barry stuff .
.
I should have been there.
I could have stopped him.
Can you tell me what happened when you came home last night? Me and Tim - we knew summat was up.
The door was bust.
Go on.
We walked into the living room and he was just lying there.
This weird shape.
On the 999 call, you said, 'He's dead.
' How did you know? I just knew.
I wanted to hold him, help him.
But Tim said we shouldn't touch him.
So I didn't.
~ Fiance? ~ Don't say it again.
See, I think 'arrested' is kind of worse than 'fiance'.
Stop saying it.
What about, 'Downstairs.
Help'? You see, when you say it like that, that sounds pretty bad, as well.
You should wear your hair down more often.
Gender reassignment? ~ Toxic U-bend.
~ Sounds rough.
Do I have to go and see her? I mean, I know I should, but do I have to? No, you could hide in here and wait for her to come and find you.
Yeah, she would, an' all.
She'd be kicking Gill's door open.
'Have you seen our Rache? Her new dad's locked up.
' ~ What do you think he's in for? ~ Drunk and disorderly.
Well, you say that.
It could be anything.
Anti-terrorism act? I hate people seeing me and her together at the best of times, never mind her stumbling round here.
I need to sort it.
Hiya, Mum.
Oh, hiya, Rache.
I told you she'd come and sort it.
I want you to give me away.
Well, Rufus does as well.
I know.
Oh, and there's a great boozer next to the registry.
Ahyou're gonna love him.
You're marrying a drug dealer.
All right, high and mighty.
It was only a bit of weed.
Are you telling me you've never had a puff on a doobie? Hiya! ~ He was doing a favour.
~ Outside a primary school? To a lollipop lady with MS.
ME.
Something shit up with her beginning with an M.
She could barely hold her lollipop.
Cos that's what he's like.
He's a good man.
He looks after me.
Right.
Well, sorry, I can't help him.
Not in my gift.
I just came down to see if you were all right.
I've got to get back to work.
Ermcan you not give him a character reference? No.
It's my job to lock 'em up, not let 'em out.
Well, you can put in a word.
About what? I've never even met him.
Oh, can he not just have a caution? ~ It's got nothing to do with me.
~ But I'm your mum.
No.
Literally, it has got nothing to do with me.
How do you think this works? We all sit around voting who should go to prison? ~ Look, I'm not asking for much.
~ Perverting the course of justice? I'm not asking you to break him out.
Youhereisn't right.
It's not on.
Do you understand me? It's not on.
~ I only came down cos I thought - ~ I am gonna go in there and ask cos it really hasn't got anything to do with me.
I'm gonna ask the Custody Sergeant if he'll allow you to see him for five minutes.
And that is it.
I'm not answering any more calls for help.
No more SOSs.
We're done.
OK.
Thanks, Rache.
I'll get you a drink at the reception.
Oh, and bring your mates.
Not Pete, though, eh? No.
I can't have you near me.
I just need you to leave me alone.
Come off it.
We're all right, me and you.
We're good.
Go and get married.
Be happy.
Go and live your life.
Stay out of mine.
All right - here.
What's it for? I don't know.
Taxi home, food, wedding present.
Call it what you want.
What, that's all I'm worth to you? A couple of quid? Keep the change.
Rufus Wilton.
He's a real dreamboat.
ABH, GBH, domestic violence.
Do you know what, Stan? I shouldn't be bothering you.
The solicitor's insisting on Barry Keane having a bit of food and a few hours' rest, which pretty much puts us out of action for tonight.
Postmortem, current last sightings and time of death put our alibi times between 4pm and Adam's boss said he left work at Quicktyres on Temperance Street.
CCTV? We've got footage from the entrance showing Adam getting back at 5pm.
Him and Tim leaving at 6.
27pm.
Returning 2.
10am.
~ No idea about Barry yet? ~ Unemployed.
We know he spent all of yesterday in the tower block.
CCTV at the entrance to the flats didn't pick him up.
But the woman next door said she bumped into him coming out of his front door at about 7.
45pm.
She'd nipped out for some fags during the adverts for Emmerdale.
She didn't hear him come back, but she remembers loud music coming from the house at 9.
30.
She was trying to get her kids to sleep.
Could have been someone else in the house.
Charlotte says she was working.
Easily checked.
They might have had a visitor.
Ask her who else it might've been.
It's well within our alibi times.
Anything from Barry's phone? Nothing particularly jumps out.
Even if we get a GPS fix for the alibi times, it still doesn't tell us which floor he was on.
Are there any skin samples under the victim's fingernails? Yeah, there were.
Forensics'll be in tomorrow.
But, because he was involved in this fight the previous night, the victim could have Adam's or Barry's skin under his nails.
Probably won't get us very far.
~ Even if he's only got Barry's? ~ When it goes to court, they'll say the evidence is compromised.
Rich was naked, except for a towel.
Maybe he was about to take a shower, but we'll keep other possible reasons in mind.
Could have been waiting for someone.
Sexual liaison.
It'll need looking into.
Hook-up sites, text messages, E-mails.
The interesting thing for me is how the towel was placed - over his midriff, covering his genitals.
It could have only happened postmortem.
You can see, clear as day, how carefully it's been placed over him.
~ To protect his decency? ~ Not the sensitivities you'd expect from a frenzied hate crime.
Because none of the black fragments on top of the towel were found underneath the body, we know that the place was smashed up after the murder took place, and after the towel was placed on the body.
Barry might have freaked out, felt remorse, put the towel over him.
Not impossible.
We've got some nice prints in the flat.
Seems to have been a lot of traffic, but we're only interested in people whose prints appear on all the items that were moved, damaged, chucked about.
Obviously, Adam's are gonna be all over them.
Let's see if we find Barry's prints.
His motive seems pretty straightforward: hate crime.
Any other thoughts? Adam, Rich and Tim get a bit frisky.
Bit of sexual misadventure.
Gay sex game gone wrong.
What's a gay sex game? I don't know.
I'm just saying.
Let's explore it.
We've certainly not ruled Adam out at this point.
Tim's account is all right, but he's a mate.
And you're right - Tim could have been involved.
Next few hours, let's crack on with lifestyle enquiries and holistic review.
Let's speak to friends, family, work colleagues at the garage.
We should have forensics on the door back by morning, which will confirm if Barry Keane kicked it in.
~ He did.
~ Yeah, course he did.
We just have to wait until forensics prove it.
No, we've got three statements from the night before.
Great.
Who? Tim, a neighbour and Barry's wife.
But you knew that, didn't you? No, cos you're only telling me now.
~ We thought you knew.
~ Why? How? On the night of the murder, Charlotte said Barry had kicked the door in when he came round to drag her out, the previous night.
~ So, not on the night of the murder? ~ No.
Wait.
Adam made it sound like this was done last night.
If this was told to division last night, why wasn't it in the messages? ~ Erm ~ Unless we've made a mistake.
We can check.
Check! Did you check the messages I gave you this morning? I haven't had a chance.
You're telling me you've been too busy? You said that everything needed doing again.
I was just prioritising.
Because you failed to pinpoint when that door was kicked in, we've spent the day prioritising Barry Keane.
~ Everything points to him.
~ Conjecture.
Hearsay.
We could have been pursuing other leads - Adam, for example, who seems to have lied about when the front door was broken.
~ He might have been confused.
~ Or lying.
And now we've sent him away.
God knows what he's doing.
Destroying evidence? Corroborating alibis? I want him arrested.
Concentrate on the job.
Deal with your mum on your own time.
~ How long's she got left? ~ You've got another four months yet.
She'll postpone her retirement so she can extend her window of torture.
Serial killers take less delight in their victims' pain than she does.
She'll have forgotten it by tomorrow.
Well, nobody bleeding died.
Apart from Rich.
~ Could you not have mentioned it earlier? ~ Me? I didn't see you properly until the briefing.
That's when we mention things - the briefing.
Yeah, but if you thought something was odd Why would I pull you to one side - Anyone for a pint down The Welcome? ~ Yep.
Lee? ~ Cool.
~ Pete? ~ Are you? ~ Yeah, I'll have a quick one.
~ Me and Chris will.
~ No.
Gonna stay behind, do a bit of work.
~ Can't.
So, why would I pull you to one side and tell you something I thought you already knew? I'm not being funny, Rach, but this one's on you.
All right.
I just feel a bit of a dick.
They'll love this down the pub.
No, they won't.
Well, they will a bit, but only like we would if it was one of them.
We've all messed up.
Pete sees it as a career choice.
I heard that.
Best thing you can do is go with them, have a drink, clear the air.
Can you imagine the looks she'd give me? I mess up on a case, and then I go out on the piss.
~ You know, she mentioned my mum.
~ Sorry.
I forgot to ask.
How was she? Yeah, brilliant (!) That good? So, come on - when's the big day? Are you and your Alison gonna be flower girls? Yeah, we're gonna chuck condoms out of little wicker baskets, in case they decide to breed.
~ Night.
~ Night.
Morning.
All right? Rache in yet? If you're going to ask me to go easy on - Do you mind? Get out! I'm really not in the mood.
~ She messed up.
End of.
~ OK.
~ And how are you? ~ Fine.
A mate of mine always said, when people say 'fine', it stands for F'd off, insecure, nervous and exhausted.
Well, then.
Now you know how I am.
~ How was the pub? ~ I didn't go.
~ Oh, right.
~ I went on a date.
~ No? ~ Kind of.
~ Who with? ~ You don't know him.
~ Like a proper date? My mum's signed me up to a new dating site.
She's signed up too.
Oh, the shame.
Oh, nice.
He looks nice.
Good for you.
Oh, shut it.
Just take the piss.
I prefer it to your pity.
I got out of the car, took one look at him and thought, 'I can't.
' I couldn't face trying to sell myself to some random stranger.
Doesn't usually bother me.
We had half a second of looking at each other before we both started doing the maths.
Fatter, thinner, taller, shorter? Shorter.
Oh, he was definitely shorter.
I don't know what I was, but I couldn't bear to see his disappointment.
~ Hey, you look great.
~ I do! I know.
It's not that.
Once we'd got over the anti-climax of seeing each other, we'd have spent the next few hours showing off our assets, like the warmed-up leftovers from some all-you-can-eat buffet.
'I like long walks, open fires and decaying corpses at crime scenes.
' Then one of you decides to leave at the exact moment that the other one's inviting you back for a glass of port and some James Blunt.
~ You got all that in half a second? ~ Doesn't take me long to weigh 'em up.
Adam, tell me everything you can remember about what happened when you got home that night.
Take your time.
We knew summat was up as soon as we were in the corridor, cos the door was bust.
~ The front door to your flat? ~ Yeah.
What did you think when you saw it like that? I don't know.
I was drunk.
Shocked.
Confused.
I was just worried about Rich.
What did you think was the reason for the door being bust? ~ Someone had broke in.
~ That night? Several witnesses have told us that the door was broken open by Barry Keane the night before.
It was.
Yeah.
So, if the door had been broken the night before, why did you feel shocked to see it like that 24 hours later? Sorry.
I'm confused.
Me too.
Don't worry.
Take a minute.
It was bust open by Barry the night before.
Then I fixed it.
Bit of a botch-it job, but it was lockable.
Then when we came home, it was kicked in again.
Sorry.
I didn't make that clear.
I'm just a bit freaked out.
It's all a bit No, I've got my head round it now.
So, what did you use to fix the door? Erm Can't remember.
Sorry.
Head's gone.
It'd be really helpful if you could try.
It'll help us confirm your account of events.
We've sent the door to forensics, so we'll see any sign of a repair.
Can you remember any tools you used? ~ I'm really sorry about yesterday.
~ Good.
You won't do it again, then.
I got carried away.
Followed my instincts.
People go on about a copper's instinct, but it's rubbish.
It just means guessing.
We have to be precise, exact, vigilant.
We're not psychics.
We can't know things we don't know.
But I've seen you trust your instincts.
You knew it was Mandy Sweeting in the mortuary.
I was there.
You knew it.
That's instinct.
Well, as a general rule, it's rubbish.
I know you've given an account over at Duke Street, Barry, but I'd like you to tell me everything that you can remember about the fight between you, Adam and Richard.
~ Why? What's he said? ~ I haven't spoken to Adam yet.
I'd like to start with your account.
Give you a chance to tell your side of the story.
They were sticking their noses into things they shouldn't.
~ Adam and Richard? ~ Mmm.
What sort of things? Private stuff.
Difficulties with your wife? I don't have difficulties with my wife.
We have spoken to her, Barry.
The only difficulty is, she talks to them two when she should be talking to me.
She confided in them? About her relationship with you? Well, they like nosing into other people's business, hearing gossip.
They were whipping her up, and I'd had enough.
~ What did you do? ~ I went down there and I banged on the door and I shouted at them.
I knew they were in there, so that annoyed me, and I kicked the door.
They're so ignorant, they can't even open the door.
So, yeah, that annoyed me, and I get myself in and I hit 'em.
What did you say to Adam and Rich, Barry? Can you remember? Well, I told 'em I was annoyed.
Can you remember how you put that? No.
But I didn't kill him.
I know what you're trying to do and I'm not having it.
I'm not saying owt else.
You've got a history of violence with a man who's now dead.
Your wife says you hated him, and you don't seem to disagree, Barry.
The night before, when you assaulted him, you kicked his door in, which could be viewed as 'preparation', before finishing him off the following night.
If you refuse to say anything, Barry, people will join the dots.
Now, if they're the wrong dots, you need to tell us.
I was in all night, watching the telly.
OK.
~ Were you alone? ~ Yeah.
Your neighbour says she saw you around 7.
45.
What's your reaction to that? I was visiting someone upstairs.
Oh.
Who were you visiting? ~ Friend of ours.
~ Yours and Charlotte's? Yeah.
What's your friend's name? MoiraAusten.
OK.
What's Moira's flat number, Barry? It's 167.
It's on the 16th floor.
What was the reason for not telling us this before? What do you think? I don't want Charlotte to know that I was up there.
See if we can confirm his alibi.
It's not something you'd lie about - 'I was shagging my best mate's missus.
' Even if it's verified, we keep going with him.
It's someone he's sleeping with.
Who's to say she's not involved? He's still in the frame.
Are you ready for Adam again? Say hello to the lying twat from me.
You told my colleague that you went round to Tim's because you wanted to get 'straight out'.
You were there for an hour and a half.
That's not exactly 'straight out'.
What were you doing during that time? Got there.
Showered.
I went first, got ready, then drank a couple of Stoli Bolli Red Bulls.
~ Listened to some music.
~ That's it? Yeah.
Apart from Tim, did you see or speak to anyone else whilst you were at Tim's flat? ~ No.
~ Didn't phone anyone? Like I said, we just got ready, had a few drinks, listened to some music.
What I'm getting at is: could anyone else other than Tim corroborate that? He's a bit specific.
Yesterday he was all, 'I don't know.
I can't remember.
' But today he's just really certain.
Really specific.
Let's bring Tim in.
See how specific he is.
I need some advice.
Gill'll be fine.
About my mum.
I saw her new fella's record.
And it was handed to me by the Custody Sergeant, so I haven't done anything wrong.
~ Are you sure? ~ Yeah? ~ Yeah.
No butter.
Cheese and beans.
ABH.
GBH.
Restraining orders.
Ex-wives.
Girlfriends.
Oh, Rache! What are you gonna do? ~ You're gonna tell her? ~ I told her to stay away from me, so, if I go and talk to her, I'm just inviting her back in.
No, I think it has to come from you.
I can't keep seeing her and hating her.
If anything happens, I want you to know you did what you could.
Go and see her.
If you tell her and she throws it back in your face, at least you know you did your best.
Come on, Rache.
It's not for her.
I'll think about it.
So, Tim, I know that you've given us an account of what happened, but I'd just like to go over some of that with you again, if that's OK.
Can you tell me about when Adam arrived at your flat? He arrived at five.
We got ready.
We had a quick shower.
Adam went first.
Then got changed.
Had a couple of drinks.
Stoli Bolli Red Bull.
Listened to some music.
That's exactly what Adam said.
They must have swapped stories last night.
~ You think Tim's involved? ~ Nah.
I reckon he's only lying about the alibi.
The bigger question is what he thinks he's covering Adam for.
~ It's still perverting the course of justice.
~ If he's lying.
We haven't heard back about Barry yet.
Say Adam did do it.
How do you kill someone, then go out for a night of Karaoke? That's what I said.
Karaoke? Oh, you were doing so well.
I can't concentrate with these.
Well, if Adam's guilty, that's some performance on the 999.
The whole thing's impressive - trashing the flat before he went out and then attacking Barry when he came back in.
Well, he's made me look a right twat, so, if he's guilty, I'm gonna get him.
Do you know Adam's overalls? ~ From Tim's? ~ What exactly did you send off? ~ Overalls, boots.
~ Nothing else? His going-out stuff that he was wearing when he was picked up.
The thing is, you don't just wear overalls, do you? Where's his underwear, socks? He was wearing a shirt under his overalls, so where's that? We didn't collect anything else from Tim's? ~ I bet it's not at Tim's flat, and it should be.
~ Good.
Get onto Adam's work.
See what you can find out about what he was wearing that day.
Barry's alibi just evaporated.
Moira's having none of it - says she hasn't seen Barry for days.
~ She says she never shagged him? ~ Yeah.
But it was her husband who answered the door.
Tell him his alibi denies it.
Press him further.
He's not out of the loop yet.
~ She may be trying to save herself.
~ Well, she's not trying to save HIM.
Any news on the house-to-house? Nothing significant so far, but we've got two floors to do.
Make that a priority.
I'll ask if I can get some more bodies on it.
In Tim's next interview, can you budge him from the broken-record act? ~ Yeah, I reckon.
~ Great, because, as soon as you have, I'm going in after Adam.
I swear.
That's it.
That's the only reason I lied.
~ People'd pay to watch this.
~ And we get it all for free.
OK.
I think that's a good time to take a break.
Right.
My turn.
How long did you take getting ready? Roughly.
I'd say about30 minutes.
And Tim? I wasn't paying attention.
My colleague interviewed Tim earlier, and he told us About 2025 minutes.
~ Sounds about right.
~ Good.
At least we can all agree on that time frame.
How many drinks do you think you had? No idea.
Tim thought it was about five.
~ Five? ~ I think.
That's why I'm a bit unsure about some other bits.
We were a bit drunk.
If he says so.
Yeah.
I'm just thinking that's quite a lot.
Five drinks in an hour? That's one every 12 minutes.
No, no.
I didn't say an hour.
I said 90 minutes.
From 5 until 6.
30.
It were five drinks in an hour and a half.
No.
You said you didn't start drinking until after you'd had a shower and got ready.
Which took half an hour in total.
I haven't done nothing.
~ You seem upset.
~ I am upset, cos you're trying to make it out like something else.
Tim changed his mind about the time you arrived at his flat.
What time do you think he changed that to? It were 5.
30.
He's wrong.
He's lying.
Why would he lie? I lied cos he asked me to.
He told me he'd gone up to the top floor to score some drugs.
He couldn't tell you that, could he? Cos you'd do him for it.
So we lied.
I only said five o'clock so he didn't get done for buying drugs.
And that's the only reason? I swear.
That's it.
That's the only reason I lied.
OK.
I think that's a good time for a break.
He's wrong.
He's talking bollocks.
Could you explain where the clothes were that you got changed out of? Erwhere I got changed.
Tim's spare bedroom.
Yeah, we looked, but we couldn't find all of them.
Must have been tidied up.
Did you check the washing basket? What exactly are we looking for? Overalls.
Pants and socks.
T-shirt.
Anything on that T-shirt? Colour? Don't remember.
Your work colleagues said you were wearing a Superman T-shirt that day.
~ If they say so.
~ Well, they remember it quite clearly.
They said they took the piss.
OK.
How many of those do you have? Just the one.
We couldn't find that T-shirt at Tim's flat.
Tim doesn't remember seeing it.
He doesn't know what you had on under your overalls, because they were zipped up.
But when we looked at the CCTV of you entering the flats, they were unzipped and you were wearing it.
What would you say if I told you that we found your Superman shirt in your flat, in your washing basket? Suggesting that you went home before you went to Tim's.
I think that you went home straight after work, got changed and the row that you told us about got out of hand, and that's when you killed Rich.
Then you put the overalls on top of your clothes to make it look like you hadn't been home before you turned up at Tim's.
What would you say to that? ~ Have you got any more dates lined up? ~ Supposed to.
Things can't stay as they are.
Mum's great, but she acts like we're a couple.
Sweet.
She was showing me walking holidays in the Rhine the other week.
For us.
Sharing a room.
She cooks me my favourite tea.
Buys me the wine I like every Saturday night, because there's no doubt in her mind that we'll be curling up together watching telly.
And she's right, because that's what we do.
~ I'll swap you.
~ I've got to get out and get a fella before she proposes.
Oh, blokes are overrated.
Love's a load of bollocks.
Look at those two today.
Adam kept saying He was my soul mate.
He was everything.
I've never touched him before.
I haven't.
Wouldn't.
He just kept on and on about me going out.
I was trying to ignore him.
But then he started grabbing at me, pulling.
Calling me.
Making me push him away, calling me fat, useless.
Just grabbing and digging at me.
He kept on and on.
~ Do you believe him? ~ Well, he was a bit fat.
So, yeah, maybe.
Anyway, who gives a toss? The point is, 'He called me fat' outweighed 'I love you.
' Well, it wasn't some weighed-up judgement call on Adam's part.
We don't make those excuses when it's a bloke hitting a woman.
Adam Hutchings is not some innocent.
He murdered his husband because he called him tubs, then tried to cover it up.
He might have been his soul mate, but he still wrung his neck.
And Barry Keane's wife - she could be bruise-free and safe, but she'd rather take a beating and have someone to cuddle up to than be alone.
~ She was warned, told, helped.
~ Mmm.
And she's still gone back to him, and she's still making his tea tonight.
It's funny how you warn me away and then come search me out.
I mean, what am I? Some car crash that you can't not look at? Or are you just here to get a glimpse of your future? I've come to tell you about the man you're living with.
Oh, there's no need.
We tell each other everything.
Soul mates.
Has he told you he's had numerous convictions for domestic violence? He's told me what a bunch of evil, lying bitches he used to shack up with.
It's bollocks.
~ You can't stay here.
~ Oh, you're gonna take me home with you, then? ~ I'm just passing a message on.
~ Thought not.
~ There are other places.
~ Our Alison's? ~ Hostels.
~ Oh, you're not doing this to me.
You're not doing this! You can't turn up here, telling me I can't stay, without giving me somewhere to go.
You can't tell me my life is shit, without offering me an alternative.
~ No, you're right - I can't.
~ Right.
He loves me.
He would never turn his back on me.
Not like you.
You're bloody nothing, you're not.
I gave you everything! I've told you what I needed to tell you.
Go on.
Go back in there, if you want.
Have another cider and get slapped about a bit.
But some of us know when to walk away.
There was somebody in room 514 at and it sounds like whoever was in there was having sex.
We heard a woman scream.
Dying naked in a hotel doesn't make her a prostitute.
I've never found anything casual about sex.
Why didn't you speak to me about this? You weren't here, so I spoke to Gill.
~ I let it slip.
~ Yeah, and left me in it.
I need to know what's going on.
~ We're all on the same side here, Rachel.
~ Are we, Janet?
I turned it down.
Rachel doesn't know anything about that.
OK? Ta-da.
You're not behaving like a sergeant, Rachel.
~ What is it? ~ I want to live with my dad.
~ I want a boyfriend.
~ Do you? And the other bit of good news is: I'm retiring.
Four months and counting.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Right-footed.
It's a Hexalite sole, so I'm saying Reebok.
Size nine.
Morning.
Where are we up to? He's had a bit of a night of it.
Welts, dents, broken bones.
~ The state of him.
~ Yeah, but no blood.
Not a drop.
No cut lips.
No bloody nose.
Smacked about like this, you'd expect some.
Most of those bruises are the wrong colour.
There's a nice set around the neck.
Yeah, that's as you'd expect.
Strangled? He dies.
His blood pools.
Then the rest of the beating happens postmortem, which gives bruises and no blood.
~ Done this before? ~ Gifted amateur.
The towel position's a bit weird.
He's not gone down wearing it.
It's been placed over him.
These black bits ~ Telly? ~ Yeah, I reckon.
Same one as mine, that.
Mine's smaller.
Bloody hell.
Look at that.
I've got those cushions, as well.
'Please! He's not breathing.
He's not moving.
He's dead.
' ~ 'What's your name?' ~ 'Adam.
It's my husband, Rich.
He's dead.
That bastard Keane's done it.
' ~ 'What's your address?' ~ '115 The Macksons.
' ~ Fairy Towers.
~ 'I don't know what to do.
He's killed him.
That bastard Keane's killed him.
' It's half-three in the morning, and Adam Hutchings hangs the phone up.
Goes upstairs to 125 on the 12th floor, drags 'that bastard Keane' out of bed and gives him a good kicking.
Why's Adam so sure Barry Keane killed Rich? I've not read the hand-over messages.
Soon as.
But apparently, he'd committed an assault on our gay couple.
So, Keane went and finished the job off.
That's what Hutchings reckons, so we could be dealing with a hate-motivated murder.
The living room has been trashed, but just that.
I don't think anything's been taken.
And there's some nice stuff, worth taking, so I'm not thinking burglary.
Adam had been for a night out with his mate.
His mate's name's er ~ Tim Radcliffe.
~ Yeah, that's him.
Same block.
Tenth floor.
They'd been for a night out.
Got slaughtered.
Adam'll need interviewing, but if he was in a bar all night with Tim, it should be simple to check his alibi.
~ I want CCTV, bars, taxis, buses, statements from staff.
~ Yeah.
We've got Keane and Hutchings locked up down Duke Street for last night's fight, waiting to be processed.
Duke Street have got another six hours' processing time, so we should be able to get all our preliminaries done before we bring them in.
What sort of state is Adam going to be in? Finds his husband murdered and spends a night in the cells for attacking who he thought did it.
Yeah, OK.
Make sure he gets time with his family liaison officer before we interview him.
Let him get his head around what's happened.
Last night's duty detective was from the fraud squad.
They've got next to no understanding of how to approach a murder.
Only immediate neighbours have been interviewed.
It being 4am, our friend from Fraud didn't want to wake anyone.
Or catch the murderer cleaning himself up.
Practically no witness statements.
At least they didn't tamper with the crime scene.
Next time, I'll tell them to stick a sign on the corpse saying 'Back soon' and leave it till we get in.
When you go through the messages Fraud submitted, look at how thorough the officers have been.
See what needs doing again.
My suspicion is: most of it.
~ You know which of the first 50 actions we need doing? ~ Yeah.
Good.
Get 'em done.
~ Do you not want to look first? ~ I trust you.
I've got a meeting, then a jolly down the mortuary.
Barry Keane's wife and Adam's mate, who he went out with, erm ~ Tim Radcliffe.
~ Yeah.
Both of them interviewed, soonest.
~ Why can't I remember his name? ~ We should get Adam Hutchings today.
Again, they might not have been dealt with forensically.
They were taken in for fighting, so their clothes might not have been bagged.
I want all of that double-checking by you.
Any possible cause of DNA contamination.
Did they use the same police car to bring them in? And shoes.
I want shoes.
Have either of them got size-nine Reeboks? ~ Ready for a trip down Fairy Towers? ~ Always.
We are dealing with a potential hate crime, so I want everybody to consider their words as carefully as their actions.
Understood? It's just what the gays call it.
They call it Fairy Towers themselves, the gays, cos there's loads of gays ~ Understood? ~ Yes, ma'am.
Put him on CCTV.
He can't do any harm there.
~ Right.
Do you know what you're doing? ~ Yeah.
I'll be a few hours.
Three, max.
Tell me about your husband's whereabouts last night.
I can't.
I mean, I was working.
When I got home, he was here.
What time was that? ~ What time did it happen? ~ We're not sure.
Well, me and Barry hadn't spoke since the fight, night before last.
Can you tell me a little bit more about that? I don't know how it got so bad.
But when he was at his worst I used to go round the boys', Rich and Adam's.
But he thought they were trying to get me to leave him.
Why did he think that? Maybe they were.
I was just having a minute, clearing my head.
Then Barry started banging on the door, but the boys wouldn't let him in.
~ These were an accident.
~ What kind? The other night, it got a bit heated.
He was just trying to get me back home.
He's not a bad man.
He can't help it.
~ He says they make his flesh creep.
~ Who? All of them.
Sorry.
I can't think.
Erwe got changed.
We had a livener.
We went out.
What time was that, Tim? Must have been about Well, Adam didn't go home first.
He must have got here about five-ish.
We had a few pints in Molly's Bar.
They have a happy hour till eight.
Then we went to Bar Hippo for Bear-aoke.
Bear-aoke? Karaoke for Bears.
Big, hairy guys.
Practically had to prise the microphone from Adam's hands.
~ Did anyone see you at Hippo? ~ Are you kidding? It's all over Facebook.
Hang on.
Some other guy who gives you the eye You don't give nothing to me I hate karaoke.
That's cos you're dead inside (!) Posted last night at 12.
27 by Tim Radcliffe.
A couple of hours later, Adam's screaming murder on a 999.
Find out what time it was recorded.
Oh, we got Barry Keane's shoes.
You were right - size-9 Reeboks.
Watch and learn, folks.
Which puts Barry in pole position.
Arrest him.
I don't want him going anywhere tonight.
Adam Hutchings is a bit of a mess, but he's agreed to answer some questions in the interview room.
Me and Tim had wanted to get straight out.
Rich didn't.
Didn't fancy it.
Are you sure you're OK to carry on? So, the last time you saw Rich alive was? Yesterday morning.
We'd had a bit of an argument about me going out.
That happens.
He was right.
I shouldn't have.
With all the Barry stuff .
.
I should have been there.
I could have stopped him.
Can you tell me what happened when you came home last night? Me and Tim - we knew summat was up.
The door was bust.
Go on.
We walked into the living room and he was just lying there.
This weird shape.
On the 999 call, you said, 'He's dead.
' How did you know? I just knew.
I wanted to hold him, help him.
But Tim said we shouldn't touch him.
So I didn't.
~ Fiance? ~ Don't say it again.
See, I think 'arrested' is kind of worse than 'fiance'.
Stop saying it.
What about, 'Downstairs.
Help'? You see, when you say it like that, that sounds pretty bad, as well.
You should wear your hair down more often.
Gender reassignment? ~ Toxic U-bend.
~ Sounds rough.
Do I have to go and see her? I mean, I know I should, but do I have to? No, you could hide in here and wait for her to come and find you.
Yeah, she would, an' all.
She'd be kicking Gill's door open.
'Have you seen our Rache? Her new dad's locked up.
' ~ What do you think he's in for? ~ Drunk and disorderly.
Well, you say that.
It could be anything.
Anti-terrorism act? I hate people seeing me and her together at the best of times, never mind her stumbling round here.
I need to sort it.
Hiya, Mum.
Oh, hiya, Rache.
I told you she'd come and sort it.
I want you to give me away.
Well, Rufus does as well.
I know.
Oh, and there's a great boozer next to the registry.
Ahyou're gonna love him.
You're marrying a drug dealer.
All right, high and mighty.
It was only a bit of weed.
Are you telling me you've never had a puff on a doobie? Hiya! ~ He was doing a favour.
~ Outside a primary school? To a lollipop lady with MS.
ME.
Something shit up with her beginning with an M.
She could barely hold her lollipop.
Cos that's what he's like.
He's a good man.
He looks after me.
Right.
Well, sorry, I can't help him.
Not in my gift.
I just came down to see if you were all right.
I've got to get back to work.
Ermcan you not give him a character reference? No.
It's my job to lock 'em up, not let 'em out.
Well, you can put in a word.
About what? I've never even met him.
Oh, can he not just have a caution? ~ It's got nothing to do with me.
~ But I'm your mum.
No.
Literally, it has got nothing to do with me.
How do you think this works? We all sit around voting who should go to prison? ~ Look, I'm not asking for much.
~ Perverting the course of justice? I'm not asking you to break him out.
Youhereisn't right.
It's not on.
Do you understand me? It's not on.
~ I only came down cos I thought - ~ I am gonna go in there and ask cos it really hasn't got anything to do with me.
I'm gonna ask the Custody Sergeant if he'll allow you to see him for five minutes.
And that is it.
I'm not answering any more calls for help.
No more SOSs.
We're done.
OK.
Thanks, Rache.
I'll get you a drink at the reception.
Oh, and bring your mates.
Not Pete, though, eh? No.
I can't have you near me.
I just need you to leave me alone.
Come off it.
We're all right, me and you.
We're good.
Go and get married.
Be happy.
Go and live your life.
Stay out of mine.
All right - here.
What's it for? I don't know.
Taxi home, food, wedding present.
Call it what you want.
What, that's all I'm worth to you? A couple of quid? Keep the change.
Rufus Wilton.
He's a real dreamboat.
ABH, GBH, domestic violence.
Do you know what, Stan? I shouldn't be bothering you.
The solicitor's insisting on Barry Keane having a bit of food and a few hours' rest, which pretty much puts us out of action for tonight.
Postmortem, current last sightings and time of death put our alibi times between 4pm and Adam's boss said he left work at Quicktyres on Temperance Street.
CCTV? We've got footage from the entrance showing Adam getting back at 5pm.
Him and Tim leaving at 6.
27pm.
Returning 2.
10am.
~ No idea about Barry yet? ~ Unemployed.
We know he spent all of yesterday in the tower block.
CCTV at the entrance to the flats didn't pick him up.
But the woman next door said she bumped into him coming out of his front door at about 7.
45pm.
She'd nipped out for some fags during the adverts for Emmerdale.
She didn't hear him come back, but she remembers loud music coming from the house at 9.
30.
She was trying to get her kids to sleep.
Could have been someone else in the house.
Charlotte says she was working.
Easily checked.
They might have had a visitor.
Ask her who else it might've been.
It's well within our alibi times.
Anything from Barry's phone? Nothing particularly jumps out.
Even if we get a GPS fix for the alibi times, it still doesn't tell us which floor he was on.
Are there any skin samples under the victim's fingernails? Yeah, there were.
Forensics'll be in tomorrow.
But, because he was involved in this fight the previous night, the victim could have Adam's or Barry's skin under his nails.
Probably won't get us very far.
~ Even if he's only got Barry's? ~ When it goes to court, they'll say the evidence is compromised.
Rich was naked, except for a towel.
Maybe he was about to take a shower, but we'll keep other possible reasons in mind.
Could have been waiting for someone.
Sexual liaison.
It'll need looking into.
Hook-up sites, text messages, E-mails.
The interesting thing for me is how the towel was placed - over his midriff, covering his genitals.
It could have only happened postmortem.
You can see, clear as day, how carefully it's been placed over him.
~ To protect his decency? ~ Not the sensitivities you'd expect from a frenzied hate crime.
Because none of the black fragments on top of the towel were found underneath the body, we know that the place was smashed up after the murder took place, and after the towel was placed on the body.
Barry might have freaked out, felt remorse, put the towel over him.
Not impossible.
We've got some nice prints in the flat.
Seems to have been a lot of traffic, but we're only interested in people whose prints appear on all the items that were moved, damaged, chucked about.
Obviously, Adam's are gonna be all over them.
Let's see if we find Barry's prints.
His motive seems pretty straightforward: hate crime.
Any other thoughts? Adam, Rich and Tim get a bit frisky.
Bit of sexual misadventure.
Gay sex game gone wrong.
What's a gay sex game? I don't know.
I'm just saying.
Let's explore it.
We've certainly not ruled Adam out at this point.
Tim's account is all right, but he's a mate.
And you're right - Tim could have been involved.
Next few hours, let's crack on with lifestyle enquiries and holistic review.
Let's speak to friends, family, work colleagues at the garage.
We should have forensics on the door back by morning, which will confirm if Barry Keane kicked it in.
~ He did.
~ Yeah, course he did.
We just have to wait until forensics prove it.
No, we've got three statements from the night before.
Great.
Who? Tim, a neighbour and Barry's wife.
But you knew that, didn't you? No, cos you're only telling me now.
~ We thought you knew.
~ Why? How? On the night of the murder, Charlotte said Barry had kicked the door in when he came round to drag her out, the previous night.
~ So, not on the night of the murder? ~ No.
Wait.
Adam made it sound like this was done last night.
If this was told to division last night, why wasn't it in the messages? ~ Erm ~ Unless we've made a mistake.
We can check.
Check! Did you check the messages I gave you this morning? I haven't had a chance.
You're telling me you've been too busy? You said that everything needed doing again.
I was just prioritising.
Because you failed to pinpoint when that door was kicked in, we've spent the day prioritising Barry Keane.
~ Everything points to him.
~ Conjecture.
Hearsay.
We could have been pursuing other leads - Adam, for example, who seems to have lied about when the front door was broken.
~ He might have been confused.
~ Or lying.
And now we've sent him away.
God knows what he's doing.
Destroying evidence? Corroborating alibis? I want him arrested.
Concentrate on the job.
Deal with your mum on your own time.
~ How long's she got left? ~ You've got another four months yet.
She'll postpone her retirement so she can extend her window of torture.
Serial killers take less delight in their victims' pain than she does.
She'll have forgotten it by tomorrow.
Well, nobody bleeding died.
Apart from Rich.
~ Could you not have mentioned it earlier? ~ Me? I didn't see you properly until the briefing.
That's when we mention things - the briefing.
Yeah, but if you thought something was odd Why would I pull you to one side - Anyone for a pint down The Welcome? ~ Yep.
Lee? ~ Cool.
~ Pete? ~ Are you? ~ Yeah, I'll have a quick one.
~ Me and Chris will.
~ No.
Gonna stay behind, do a bit of work.
~ Can't.
So, why would I pull you to one side and tell you something I thought you already knew? I'm not being funny, Rach, but this one's on you.
All right.
I just feel a bit of a dick.
They'll love this down the pub.
No, they won't.
Well, they will a bit, but only like we would if it was one of them.
We've all messed up.
Pete sees it as a career choice.
I heard that.
Best thing you can do is go with them, have a drink, clear the air.
Can you imagine the looks she'd give me? I mess up on a case, and then I go out on the piss.
~ You know, she mentioned my mum.
~ Sorry.
I forgot to ask.
How was she? Yeah, brilliant (!) That good? So, come on - when's the big day? Are you and your Alison gonna be flower girls? Yeah, we're gonna chuck condoms out of little wicker baskets, in case they decide to breed.
~ Night.
~ Night.
Morning.
All right? Rache in yet? If you're going to ask me to go easy on - Do you mind? Get out! I'm really not in the mood.
~ She messed up.
End of.
~ OK.
~ And how are you? ~ Fine.
A mate of mine always said, when people say 'fine', it stands for F'd off, insecure, nervous and exhausted.
Well, then.
Now you know how I am.
~ How was the pub? ~ I didn't go.
~ Oh, right.
~ I went on a date.
~ No? ~ Kind of.
~ Who with? ~ You don't know him.
~ Like a proper date? My mum's signed me up to a new dating site.
She's signed up too.
Oh, the shame.
Oh, nice.
He looks nice.
Good for you.
Oh, shut it.
Just take the piss.
I prefer it to your pity.
I got out of the car, took one look at him and thought, 'I can't.
' I couldn't face trying to sell myself to some random stranger.
Doesn't usually bother me.
We had half a second of looking at each other before we both started doing the maths.
Fatter, thinner, taller, shorter? Shorter.
Oh, he was definitely shorter.
I don't know what I was, but I couldn't bear to see his disappointment.
~ Hey, you look great.
~ I do! I know.
It's not that.
Once we'd got over the anti-climax of seeing each other, we'd have spent the next few hours showing off our assets, like the warmed-up leftovers from some all-you-can-eat buffet.
'I like long walks, open fires and decaying corpses at crime scenes.
' Then one of you decides to leave at the exact moment that the other one's inviting you back for a glass of port and some James Blunt.
~ You got all that in half a second? ~ Doesn't take me long to weigh 'em up.
Adam, tell me everything you can remember about what happened when you got home that night.
Take your time.
We knew summat was up as soon as we were in the corridor, cos the door was bust.
~ The front door to your flat? ~ Yeah.
What did you think when you saw it like that? I don't know.
I was drunk.
Shocked.
Confused.
I was just worried about Rich.
What did you think was the reason for the door being bust? ~ Someone had broke in.
~ That night? Several witnesses have told us that the door was broken open by Barry Keane the night before.
It was.
Yeah.
So, if the door had been broken the night before, why did you feel shocked to see it like that 24 hours later? Sorry.
I'm confused.
Me too.
Don't worry.
Take a minute.
It was bust open by Barry the night before.
Then I fixed it.
Bit of a botch-it job, but it was lockable.
Then when we came home, it was kicked in again.
Sorry.
I didn't make that clear.
I'm just a bit freaked out.
It's all a bit No, I've got my head round it now.
So, what did you use to fix the door? Erm Can't remember.
Sorry.
Head's gone.
It'd be really helpful if you could try.
It'll help us confirm your account of events.
We've sent the door to forensics, so we'll see any sign of a repair.
Can you remember any tools you used? ~ I'm really sorry about yesterday.
~ Good.
You won't do it again, then.
I got carried away.
Followed my instincts.
People go on about a copper's instinct, but it's rubbish.
It just means guessing.
We have to be precise, exact, vigilant.
We're not psychics.
We can't know things we don't know.
But I've seen you trust your instincts.
You knew it was Mandy Sweeting in the mortuary.
I was there.
You knew it.
That's instinct.
Well, as a general rule, it's rubbish.
I know you've given an account over at Duke Street, Barry, but I'd like you to tell me everything that you can remember about the fight between you, Adam and Richard.
~ Why? What's he said? ~ I haven't spoken to Adam yet.
I'd like to start with your account.
Give you a chance to tell your side of the story.
They were sticking their noses into things they shouldn't.
~ Adam and Richard? ~ Mmm.
What sort of things? Private stuff.
Difficulties with your wife? I don't have difficulties with my wife.
We have spoken to her, Barry.
The only difficulty is, she talks to them two when she should be talking to me.
She confided in them? About her relationship with you? Well, they like nosing into other people's business, hearing gossip.
They were whipping her up, and I'd had enough.
~ What did you do? ~ I went down there and I banged on the door and I shouted at them.
I knew they were in there, so that annoyed me, and I kicked the door.
They're so ignorant, they can't even open the door.
So, yeah, that annoyed me, and I get myself in and I hit 'em.
What did you say to Adam and Rich, Barry? Can you remember? Well, I told 'em I was annoyed.
Can you remember how you put that? No.
But I didn't kill him.
I know what you're trying to do and I'm not having it.
I'm not saying owt else.
You've got a history of violence with a man who's now dead.
Your wife says you hated him, and you don't seem to disagree, Barry.
The night before, when you assaulted him, you kicked his door in, which could be viewed as 'preparation', before finishing him off the following night.
If you refuse to say anything, Barry, people will join the dots.
Now, if they're the wrong dots, you need to tell us.
I was in all night, watching the telly.
OK.
~ Were you alone? ~ Yeah.
Your neighbour says she saw you around 7.
45.
What's your reaction to that? I was visiting someone upstairs.
Oh.
Who were you visiting? ~ Friend of ours.
~ Yours and Charlotte's? Yeah.
What's your friend's name? MoiraAusten.
OK.
What's Moira's flat number, Barry? It's 167.
It's on the 16th floor.
What was the reason for not telling us this before? What do you think? I don't want Charlotte to know that I was up there.
See if we can confirm his alibi.
It's not something you'd lie about - 'I was shagging my best mate's missus.
' Even if it's verified, we keep going with him.
It's someone he's sleeping with.
Who's to say she's not involved? He's still in the frame.
Are you ready for Adam again? Say hello to the lying twat from me.
You told my colleague that you went round to Tim's because you wanted to get 'straight out'.
You were there for an hour and a half.
That's not exactly 'straight out'.
What were you doing during that time? Got there.
Showered.
I went first, got ready, then drank a couple of Stoli Bolli Red Bulls.
~ Listened to some music.
~ That's it? Yeah.
Apart from Tim, did you see or speak to anyone else whilst you were at Tim's flat? ~ No.
~ Didn't phone anyone? Like I said, we just got ready, had a few drinks, listened to some music.
What I'm getting at is: could anyone else other than Tim corroborate that? He's a bit specific.
Yesterday he was all, 'I don't know.
I can't remember.
' But today he's just really certain.
Really specific.
Let's bring Tim in.
See how specific he is.
I need some advice.
Gill'll be fine.
About my mum.
I saw her new fella's record.
And it was handed to me by the Custody Sergeant, so I haven't done anything wrong.
~ Are you sure? ~ Yeah? ~ Yeah.
No butter.
Cheese and beans.
ABH.
GBH.
Restraining orders.
Ex-wives.
Girlfriends.
Oh, Rache! What are you gonna do? ~ You're gonna tell her? ~ I told her to stay away from me, so, if I go and talk to her, I'm just inviting her back in.
No, I think it has to come from you.
I can't keep seeing her and hating her.
If anything happens, I want you to know you did what you could.
Go and see her.
If you tell her and she throws it back in your face, at least you know you did your best.
Come on, Rache.
It's not for her.
I'll think about it.
So, Tim, I know that you've given us an account of what happened, but I'd just like to go over some of that with you again, if that's OK.
Can you tell me about when Adam arrived at your flat? He arrived at five.
We got ready.
We had a quick shower.
Adam went first.
Then got changed.
Had a couple of drinks.
Stoli Bolli Red Bull.
Listened to some music.
That's exactly what Adam said.
They must have swapped stories last night.
~ You think Tim's involved? ~ Nah.
I reckon he's only lying about the alibi.
The bigger question is what he thinks he's covering Adam for.
~ It's still perverting the course of justice.
~ If he's lying.
We haven't heard back about Barry yet.
Say Adam did do it.
How do you kill someone, then go out for a night of Karaoke? That's what I said.
Karaoke? Oh, you were doing so well.
I can't concentrate with these.
Well, if Adam's guilty, that's some performance on the 999.
The whole thing's impressive - trashing the flat before he went out and then attacking Barry when he came back in.
Well, he's made me look a right twat, so, if he's guilty, I'm gonna get him.
Do you know Adam's overalls? ~ From Tim's? ~ What exactly did you send off? ~ Overalls, boots.
~ Nothing else? His going-out stuff that he was wearing when he was picked up.
The thing is, you don't just wear overalls, do you? Where's his underwear, socks? He was wearing a shirt under his overalls, so where's that? We didn't collect anything else from Tim's? ~ I bet it's not at Tim's flat, and it should be.
~ Good.
Get onto Adam's work.
See what you can find out about what he was wearing that day.
Barry's alibi just evaporated.
Moira's having none of it - says she hasn't seen Barry for days.
~ She says she never shagged him? ~ Yeah.
But it was her husband who answered the door.
Tell him his alibi denies it.
Press him further.
He's not out of the loop yet.
~ She may be trying to save herself.
~ Well, she's not trying to save HIM.
Any news on the house-to-house? Nothing significant so far, but we've got two floors to do.
Make that a priority.
I'll ask if I can get some more bodies on it.
In Tim's next interview, can you budge him from the broken-record act? ~ Yeah, I reckon.
~ Great, because, as soon as you have, I'm going in after Adam.
I swear.
That's it.
That's the only reason I lied.
~ People'd pay to watch this.
~ And we get it all for free.
OK.
I think that's a good time to take a break.
Right.
My turn.
How long did you take getting ready? Roughly.
I'd say about30 minutes.
And Tim? I wasn't paying attention.
My colleague interviewed Tim earlier, and he told us About 2025 minutes.
~ Sounds about right.
~ Good.
At least we can all agree on that time frame.
How many drinks do you think you had? No idea.
Tim thought it was about five.
~ Five? ~ I think.
That's why I'm a bit unsure about some other bits.
We were a bit drunk.
If he says so.
Yeah.
I'm just thinking that's quite a lot.
Five drinks in an hour? That's one every 12 minutes.
No, no.
I didn't say an hour.
I said 90 minutes.
From 5 until 6.
30.
It were five drinks in an hour and a half.
No.
You said you didn't start drinking until after you'd had a shower and got ready.
Which took half an hour in total.
I haven't done nothing.
~ You seem upset.
~ I am upset, cos you're trying to make it out like something else.
Tim changed his mind about the time you arrived at his flat.
What time do you think he changed that to? It were 5.
30.
He's wrong.
He's lying.
Why would he lie? I lied cos he asked me to.
He told me he'd gone up to the top floor to score some drugs.
He couldn't tell you that, could he? Cos you'd do him for it.
So we lied.
I only said five o'clock so he didn't get done for buying drugs.
And that's the only reason? I swear.
That's it.
That's the only reason I lied.
OK.
I think that's a good time for a break.
He's wrong.
He's talking bollocks.
Could you explain where the clothes were that you got changed out of? Erwhere I got changed.
Tim's spare bedroom.
Yeah, we looked, but we couldn't find all of them.
Must have been tidied up.
Did you check the washing basket? What exactly are we looking for? Overalls.
Pants and socks.
T-shirt.
Anything on that T-shirt? Colour? Don't remember.
Your work colleagues said you were wearing a Superman T-shirt that day.
~ If they say so.
~ Well, they remember it quite clearly.
They said they took the piss.
OK.
How many of those do you have? Just the one.
We couldn't find that T-shirt at Tim's flat.
Tim doesn't remember seeing it.
He doesn't know what you had on under your overalls, because they were zipped up.
But when we looked at the CCTV of you entering the flats, they were unzipped and you were wearing it.
What would you say if I told you that we found your Superman shirt in your flat, in your washing basket? Suggesting that you went home before you went to Tim's.
I think that you went home straight after work, got changed and the row that you told us about got out of hand, and that's when you killed Rich.
Then you put the overalls on top of your clothes to make it look like you hadn't been home before you turned up at Tim's.
What would you say to that? ~ Have you got any more dates lined up? ~ Supposed to.
Things can't stay as they are.
Mum's great, but she acts like we're a couple.
Sweet.
She was showing me walking holidays in the Rhine the other week.
For us.
Sharing a room.
She cooks me my favourite tea.
Buys me the wine I like every Saturday night, because there's no doubt in her mind that we'll be curling up together watching telly.
And she's right, because that's what we do.
~ I'll swap you.
~ I've got to get out and get a fella before she proposes.
Oh, blokes are overrated.
Love's a load of bollocks.
Look at those two today.
Adam kept saying He was my soul mate.
He was everything.
I've never touched him before.
I haven't.
Wouldn't.
He just kept on and on about me going out.
I was trying to ignore him.
But then he started grabbing at me, pulling.
Calling me.
Making me push him away, calling me fat, useless.
Just grabbing and digging at me.
He kept on and on.
~ Do you believe him? ~ Well, he was a bit fat.
So, yeah, maybe.
Anyway, who gives a toss? The point is, 'He called me fat' outweighed 'I love you.
' Well, it wasn't some weighed-up judgement call on Adam's part.
We don't make those excuses when it's a bloke hitting a woman.
Adam Hutchings is not some innocent.
He murdered his husband because he called him tubs, then tried to cover it up.
He might have been his soul mate, but he still wrung his neck.
And Barry Keane's wife - she could be bruise-free and safe, but she'd rather take a beating and have someone to cuddle up to than be alone.
~ She was warned, told, helped.
~ Mmm.
And she's still gone back to him, and she's still making his tea tonight.
It's funny how you warn me away and then come search me out.
I mean, what am I? Some car crash that you can't not look at? Or are you just here to get a glimpse of your future? I've come to tell you about the man you're living with.
Oh, there's no need.
We tell each other everything.
Soul mates.
Has he told you he's had numerous convictions for domestic violence? He's told me what a bunch of evil, lying bitches he used to shack up with.
It's bollocks.
~ You can't stay here.
~ Oh, you're gonna take me home with you, then? ~ I'm just passing a message on.
~ Thought not.
~ There are other places.
~ Our Alison's? ~ Hostels.
~ Oh, you're not doing this to me.
You're not doing this! You can't turn up here, telling me I can't stay, without giving me somewhere to go.
You can't tell me my life is shit, without offering me an alternative.
~ No, you're right - I can't.
~ Right.
He loves me.
He would never turn his back on me.
Not like you.
You're bloody nothing, you're not.
I gave you everything! I've told you what I needed to tell you.
Go on.
Go back in there, if you want.
Have another cider and get slapped about a bit.
But some of us know when to walk away.
There was somebody in room 514 at and it sounds like whoever was in there was having sex.
We heard a woman scream.
Dying naked in a hotel doesn't make her a prostitute.
I've never found anything casual about sex.
Why didn't you speak to me about this? You weren't here, so I spoke to Gill.
~ I let it slip.
~ Yeah, and left me in it.
I need to know what's going on.
~ We're all on the same side here, Rachel.
~ Are we, Janet?