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Class of 2010, make some noise!

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, um, I'm a nurse now.

Ooh, good for you. I really-- 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.

I guess you're good with your hands then, are you, boy?

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?

Ellis-Bextor: ♪ It's murder on the dancefloor ♪

What?

I'm off for a fag.

♪ Hey, it's murder on the dancefloor ♪

Alright, bois bach, come on.

Time to go home!

Has anyone seen Dean?

It's Dean.

He's dead.

Oh!

We weren't doing it.

Must feel weird being back at your old school.

- Mm. - Boiler room, eh?

- Yeah. - Bet that's where all

- the cool stuff happened. - Yeah.

I've never actually 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 have seen him pretty often.

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

Got a new car. Electric.

- It's got, uh, heated seats. - Mm.

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"

'cause he had really bad dandruff.

It's actually quite a funny story 'cause, um--

Yeah, well those witness statements

won't take themselves.

That'll be all. Thank you, Mallowan.

How long's this gonna go on for?

I get that you're angry, sir,

but taking away my promotion has made your point.

I'm not trying to make a point.

It's only 'cause the Chief Super's

a massive John Chapel fan that you 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.

Eh?

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. - I had heard that. Oh.

I mean, noo.

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.

Uh, 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 would anyone hurt him?

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 no-one else would

after I moved back from Cardiff last year.

When I catch who done this, I'll batter them.

- Seriously. - You probably shouldn't admit

that in front of the police, Pasty.

Police or not, there's gonna be three hits.

Me hitting them, them hitting the floor,

- and the ambulance hitting 90. - Okay.

Uh, when was the last time you saw Dean?

About 10:00. He went for a fag.

I never got the chance to say goodbye.

Oh, God. Who's gonna tell his nan?

She was like a mum to--

I'll text her.

And don't worry. I'll use respectful emojis.

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

- Oh! - Oh!

- John Chapel? - Oh.

Uh... uh...

- Oh. - Uh... uh...

Uh...

Sorry. Dunno why I did that.

Uh, how goes?

How-- How are you?

Yeah, uh, very good, yeah.

You look well. Are you well?

Yes, yes, I am well, yeah.

Sorry. Um, I know you're busy,

but can you sign my wet wipes?

- It's all I could find. - Absolutely.

Uh, yeah.

I loved you in that thing.

Oh, uh, well, thanks.

- There we are. - Thank you.

- Pleasure, pleasure. - Cheers.

New one.

Yeah, um, well, I've actually called round a few times,

um, but your mother said you were busy, uh...

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

Trying to get back in, uh, Clarke's good books.

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

Ah. Well, I had expected a call.

Well, I've been busy.

- Oh. - What does 'oh' mean?

It means 'oh' last time I checked my dictionary.

No, go on.

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

I thought we were partners,

but I didn't realise it was just a cold,

transactional use of my skills. I should have invoiced.

Oh, don't be such a drama queen.

Ah, name calling.

The first refuge of the guilty conscience.

Well, 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!

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

- Well, I will-- No. - Fine!

Nothing out of the ordinary

in Dean's movements leading up to his death.

Gym after work every day.

A lot of takeaway receipts.

And he even went for a Thai on Thursday.

- Is that relevant? - I just didn't have Dean down

as someone who'd enjoy a Thai.

Anything from his phone records?

I've chased his provider, nothing yet,

but there's one call he definitely received.

- From me. - What?

I spoke to him yesterday morning about my cold case.

- The body in the drain? - Yeah.

Patrick De Jong, a missing Dutch backpacker.

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

a documentary about this?

- Mm. - "The Body in the Drain."

- Mm - Or maybe

"Chaudhry Investigates"?

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

Anyway, why did you ask Dean about this?

Right, yeah. Uh, post mortem 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 have records of any cars with damage

- that would fit a hit-and-run. - And did he?

Dean said he had to check the old records

from when he worked for his grandad at the garage.

He said he'd ring me back, but he never did.

Okay, well, see if you can find those records.

Yeah. Oh, also one more thing

from the witness statements last night.

Apparently Dean got into a fight with a Rhys Hopkins.

- Do you know him? - Ugh.

I'm friends with his wife-- Rhiannon.

Wish I wasn't, to be honest.

She keeps inviting me out for drinks.

"'Secco Tuesdays" she calls it.

I think I preferred it when we hated each other.

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

You want me to interview these?

No, no, I'll do it.

You see if you can find those records.

Wait. What about "Human Blockage"?

For my cold-case documentary.

- Chaudhry, focus, please. -Yeah.

Ooh.

"Drained of Life."

- Nice. -Nice.

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, he's talking

about himself in the third person?

Well, Janie has witness statements.

You told Dean "milk"--

Nope, that's, um, my shopping list.

Um, wait one moment. Bear with.

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

Alright, we had a fight, yeah.

- Janie? - Hmm?

Hi. What are you doing here?

Just clearing up a few things about the reunion.

- Poor Dean. -Mm.

Well, I'll leave you to it then.

Just came to nick your wellies, hun.

Okay, hun.

Oh!

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

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Another uncle died.

Just... bl-bloody uncles.

Cool.

Alright.

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, uh-- I stuck a tracker tile on it.

Yeah, I use them for mam when we go on holidays.

Zero sense of direction.

Look, we done here?

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

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

Just don't leave the country.

Ohh.

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 over-stretched

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 6:00 clock news stark naked,

I have 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 is a good time

to ask Mr. Chapel for a selfie?

My Auntie Laila's a big fan.

- Absolutely, only too happy-- - Chaudhry!

- Get out, will you, please! - Sorry, sir!

Sorry, I didn't mean to--

Great.

Now you made me shout at Chaudhry.

He's gonna be in a huff all day.

Well, alright, come on.

You finally succeeded in turning my workplace into a circus.

That'll be all. Thank you.

Reunions.

Strong motives. Ohh.

People forced to face their pasts.

Buried feelings dragged into the now.

Interesting, Chapel, interesting, yeah.

Yes!

Oh, no, no, good point, Chapel.

Yeah. No. Salient. Salient. Salient.

Wanna 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.

Alright. 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.

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 takeaway 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, lover's tiff.

Alright, well, looks like I need

to have another word with Amber, then.

Alright, I'll come with you.

Ugh!

Don't worry. You won't know I'm there.

Police. Amber Ward.

We'd like a word.

Back in a sec.

Sorry, this is our consultant.

- John Chapel. - I know who he is.

I did watch "Game of Thrones."

- I wasn't in "Game of Thrones." - Oh, God.

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

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

so don't mind me.

You?

We tried you at home first.

I didn't expect to see you at work.

I wanted the distraction.

Needed to keep busy.

Ah. Doesn't look very busy.

Thanks.

- Times are tough. - Sorry.

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

Um...

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!

- Hello. - Alright?

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

I've shut the garage out of respect.

Um, 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?

Oh, 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. He was regular as clockwork.

Nan on a Monday, chilli con carne on Tuesday,

sex on a Wednesday, running club on a Thursday,

sex again on a Friday.

Twice a week.

Very interesting.

The Wednesday?

Lack of job satisfaction?

Mm, maybe, Chapel, yes,

midweek injection of excitement get him through

- to the weekend... - Is he alright?

Um, did Dean say anything to you

about why he went to see his nan?

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

Right. That's all we need for now.

Thank you very much.

Okay, well, apparently, we're done here.

Thank you very much.

Sorry.

Okay, what do we know apart from

you're a little too interested in Dean's sex life?

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 for the big city on his own?

Not the sort of person to crave independence.

- He's good, isn't he? - Okay, his ego

doesn't need inflating any more.

- What was Harrison in for? - Stealing cars.

He did 10 months with good behaviour in HMP Cardiff.

- Good work, Chaudhry. - Thanks, boss.

And thanks, Mr. Chapel, sir, boss, sir.

My pleasure, my dear Chaudhry.

Okay, 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, 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 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 you're gonna 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, um, I think I'd better visit your amenities.

Yes. Do you want me to come with you?

I think I'll be alright.

Well, any problems, just pull the chord.

Oh, yeah, the, um-- Well...

Oh, my dear Celia,

I'm so sorry I'm appallingly late.

Oh, excuse me.

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

- I... - It's you! Off of the telly.

John Chapel. Pleasure to meet you...?

Audrey.

Audrey.

Audrey, um, you don't mind

if I, uh, stay and chat with you for a while, do you?

Only I think my friend, uh...

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, I, uh...

Um... I'm here because of Dean.

Your grandson.

I'm helping the police to find his killer.

- My Deanie Bach. - Mm.

I keep expecting him to walk in through that door.

I'm so sorry.

Dean came to visit you on Friday night.

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

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 twt.

It might have been Sugar Puffs or...?

Well, both are very nice.

Um, 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.

Could I see it?

Uh, yes, yes.

Um...

Aww. His postcards. Look.

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

I think it's pronounced Dubai.

Is it?

Oh, 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?

- Mm. -Take you out of yourself,

bring the world to you.

Sounds to me as if you've got a grandkid

just like my Deanie.

Not a million miles away.

Um, you know, um...

I know it's not the same, but, um,

I could always visit you?

Um, 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. 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, um...

We'd gatecrashed.

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 them.

Right. Yes.

Ooh, Chapel, we're getting somewhere!

You were there in the woods that day.

What do you remember?

Oh, nothing.

Just-- Just a party.

Well, hang on.

For someone who normally has verbal diarrhoea,

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

- Well, I left early. - Why?

Uh, because me and and Sian had a massive falling out.

Uh, 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 WKD.

- 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 die isn't great, is it?

Especially when, a few weeks later...

I don't want to talk about it.

Chaudrhy!

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 useable DNA on it so we dismissed it

as unconnected, but that is it.

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

Sorry.

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.

Look, 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 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. - Mm.

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

Ohh, 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.

Aww, where's she going?

Tenerife? Ibiza?

Shagaluf?

National Trust Tudor merchant house.

For a girl's 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 did 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.

- Mm! - 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--

Alright, we've been meeting up.

How long has the affair been going on?

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 is 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 10:30 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.

Alright, 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.

Alright, fine.

He told me he'd been looking into this

hit-and-run dead body for the police

and knew who did it.

He said it was Sian.

Yeah, right.

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'd fixed it for her.

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

Oh, 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.

Y-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.

Uh, erm, it was important.

It was 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 ring leader behind the stolen cars.

You've been laundering the money through your salon.

No wonder you could 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 truthanator. Hasta la vista, baby.

Let me put a theory to you.

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

Uh-oh!

But that call was about that body in the drain.

Yes, but Harrison, who, let's be honest,

is a little bit "twp," doesn't know that.

He puts two and two together, comes up with fifty, 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

humanities emotional complexities,

I can at times by crassly oblivious.

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

Yes, I'd like that.

Oh, um...

So are we still partner then?

-No. - Oh.

We're friends.

Oh, are we?

Oh, I suppose we are.

I don't have many friends.

- That's very-- - Weird. Yes.

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.

It-- It's a ca-ca-ca-calamity!

Oh, yes.

Well you'd better come in.

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 is very risky.

He's not the sharpest tool in the shed.

But he's family. She could trust him.

But she's clever.

Fiercely independent. Strong minded.

She kept her own accent

when it would've been easier to adapt,

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 everyone'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 gonna have to batter you, right?

There's gonna be three hits,

- Me hitting y-- - 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.

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 gonna 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.

Alright, yeah.

I killed him.

No, it was gonna come out.

I killed Dean.

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

Isn't this where you cuff him?

Uhhh, something's not right.

I mean, it fits, but, like, character wise, er?

Ah, I dunno. Maybe I'm overthinking it.

No. No, your instincts say no.

- Yeah. - Why?

Rhys feels wrong.

- Why? - Sorry, what's going on?

Uh, could you, um, talk amongst yourselves, okay?

This is important. Come on. Come, come here. Alright.

Close your eyes. Alright.

- Now focus. - Yeah.

- Forget everything around you. - Okay.

You're Rhys.

Why didn't you kill Dean?

I'm flash, uh, 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

'cause you are the reason she's not here now.

After we'd argue, 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.

But 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 argument 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's 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?

Hm? No.

Wet eyes.

Now...

get out of here DI Mallowan...

...before you see a grown man cry.

Well, it's a bit late for that. Your eyes are proper streaming.

Wait.

Did you say DI?

I put you in for promotion.

Oh!

Ah, get off.

Actually get off, get!

You're cutting off my windpipe.

Sorry.

Er, so sorry.

And thank you.

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

but it's, erm...

Mallow-an, not Mall-owan.

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

Anyway, thank you.

Goodbye.

Actually, yeah go on.

Alright?

Don't often see you slumming round these parts.

Yeah, well, uh, I thought I'd drop by.

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, um, I've had a massive tree

removed from my garden.

But 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, uh, it's empty.

- Mm. - And, um...

I'm doing fine.

I'm fine John Chapel.

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

Yeah, um...

Oh, and congratulations on the promotion news.

- Mm! - 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. - Mm.

Um, look thanks for stopping by.

I would invite you in but, um,

I'm about to head out with Baxter.

We're going for tacos at McGinty's.

Yeah, well, um, before you do that,

uh, there's something I want to tell you, yeah.

- What is... - Well, it's something we both

want to tell you about.

I'm not going to the Tudor merchant's house with the girls.

I'm going with John.

Nnnnnnno.

- No. No. No, no. - No, no. Well, we--

We wanted you to hear it from us, so.

Us?! Ha ha! oh, no.

You two are 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's been a gentleman. - Thank you. Thank you, Yvonne.

And it might be 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 to talk to my mother.

- Oh, I knew you'd be like this. - Well, let's--

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

- Let's behave like responsible adults here. - I said to John, I said,

- "She's going to be like this." - You're behaving like a 6-year-old.

-And here you are. - Well you've been acting like a snake!

Well it's just your default mode, isn't it?

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!