All language subtitles for Broadchurch S03E03 x264 RB58

Previously on Broadchurch...

Trish Winterman
of West Flintcombe

has made an allegation of rape.

What, so you come
for the cab driver?

- Where were you Saturday night?
- I was out with my girlfriend.

- Wessex Police. Who are you?
- Ed Burnett. This is my shop.

Why did you have a fight
with Ed Burnett at the party?

Don't you think you should be
telling me a little bit -

I mean, anything -
about what's happened?

When did the message come in?

About an hour ago.

I told her to call you.

You did the right thing.

She's gonna be alright, isn't she?

Yeah. It will take time.

It's from him. I know it is.

He's got my number.
He must know where I live.

Do you think he's watching us now?

Do you know what it might mean?

- Shut up about what?
- No idea.

Do you have any sense...

who the message could be from?

No.

Trish, could this text be from
the man that you slept with

on the morning you were attacked?

I told you, I'm not
talking about him.

But he has your mobile number, right?

It's not him.

We are probably gonna retrieve his DNA

from your bedsheets anyway.

It's quicker if you tell us.

Look, I'm sorry I wasn't
good enough in that interview.

It's not about being...

I should be allowed
not to tell you.

It was before the attack.
It's not connected.

- We don't know that for sure.
- I know that for sure!

What if you're wrong?

We know how hard this is.

Yeah, right - you know how it feels

to be tied up,
to have your body violated

and to feel like it's your fault?

Because all I'm thinking every
second of every day right now

is "How did I cause this?"

"What did I do to make this happen?"

I don't know how that feels, no.

We will find the man
who attacked you.

We will find whoever it was
who sent the anonymous message.

But it will take longer
without your full cooperation.

I'm not telling you
who I slept with.

For God's sake, Ian.
Turn it off.

Hi, it's me. Can you talk?

Yeah. Mum's in her room
and the police just left.

Are you sure about this, Leah?

Do you think I'd make it up?

Does she...

Does she know who it was?

I don't think so.

Listen, I'm... I'm not sure what to do.

Do you think I should come round?

You can't. She told me
not to tell you.

Why would someone do this, Dad?

I'll keep her phone in
an unsealed exhibit bag.

If anyone wants access to it,
they'll have to go through me.

And we can get onto finding the
source of the text first thing.

You look dead on your feet.

Thanks a lot.

What do you think, Miller -

do you think
her attacker sent that text?

Well, it doesn't make sense.
Why send it now?

The news has been released.
It's gone public.

Unless the news reports triggered it.

If it was her attacker,

it makes it much more likely
it's someone she knows.

Are you really gonna drink
that disgusting stewed tea?

Shut up about what? Does he
think she knows his identity?

Or is there more she's not telling us?

I've got to go home, got to go to bed.

I suggest you do the same.
We've got an early start.

See, if she knows her attacker,

what's the motive?

Someone angry with her?

Jealous about something?

Wants to punish her?

Or is it just about a drunken
flirt and it turned violent?

With respect, sir,
there was no flirting.

He knocked her out.
It was about power and control.

- Not sex.
- I know that.

And you were too hard on
Trish today at her house.

I know you're tired.
I know you want a result.

But you've got to go easier.

I'm scared he's gonna do it again.

That's why I'm pushing.

I've got to go home.

- Goodnight.
- 'Night!

You could have come to the house.

Trish has been raped.

Yeah, I know.

How can you know?
Leah's only just told me.

The police, they came to see me.

They were after the party invite list.

The police came to see you
and you didn't tell me?

It weren't my place to tell you.

Anyway, I didn't know
if I was allowed.

- Have you seen Trish?
- Hmm!

Not exactly gonna be
high on her list, am I?

Do you know what happened?

I haven't got a clue.

I was hoping you might have.

Well, only what the police said -

that it was at the party
and it was late in the evening.

Christ.

Listen, um...

You know, me and Cath,
we'll be there for Trish.

And for you, mate.

All the problems that
you guys have been having

don't matter now.

What's important is that Trish

gets whatever help she's gonna need

and the police get the bloke who...

who did that to her.

Yeah. Thanks.

Look, I...
I think I might be in the shit.

What do you mean?

The police came to see me at the school

before I knew it was Trish.

Can you believe it?
They didn't tell me.

Jim... promise this won't go any further?

I'm not gonna promise till
I know what you're talking about.

I told the police
what I did at the party -

who I saw, how I got home.

But I made it all up.

You what?

- Ian.
- I blacked out.

Oh, for God's sake.

Well, I'd had a row with Sarah

'cause she hates all of
you and you hate her,

and she'd gone,
and I had a row with Trish.

And then I started
drinking tequila.

You can vouch for me, yeah?

If it comes up, you can
tell them what I'm like

if I drink tequila.

How much do you remember?

Mate, you had a lot
of booze on that night

and it'd been a tough week.

I just remember waking up
on the grass near the lake.

For Christ's sake, Ian.
The police are gonna check.

I know! But what do I do?
I don't remember anything.

My wife was being raped
and I don't know where I was.

Can I help you?

Is Daisy in?

- Who's asking?
- You her dad?

Who are you?

- She'll be at the park.
- She'll be at school.

What's your names? I'll make
sure she knows you stopped by.

Just tell her the boys came round.

"The boys"?

- Alright.
- Thanks, Daisy's dad.

Alright?

What are you doing here?

- Why are you smiling?
- Nice to see you too.

Brought you some water.

- You never take enough water.
- Thanks.

- You around this afternoon?
- Uh, yeah.

What about Chlo?

Yeah, her exam finishes midday. Why?

Alright if I come around?
Like, 1:00 be alright?

What for?

I'll tell you later. Go on,
don't wanna ruin your run.

OK.

Hi, this is Trish and Leah.

Leave us a message.

I heard what happened, Trish.

I had to come here.
I had to see you.

I... I don't know what to say.

I'm so sorry.

God, that sounds so useless.

Listen, look... whatever's
gone on these last few months,

if you need me, I'm here.

I want to be here for you.

I love you, Trish.

Trish Winterman received

an anonymous threatening text message

from a blocked number late last night.

Finding who sent that
message is a priority

to establish A, whether
it's a serious threat,

and B, if it's from the attacker.

If it is, it's the best lead we have.

So, who on our list
of possible suspects

would have access to Trish's number?

Miller has Trish's phone.

We need the contacts and
the message history examining.

Now, Trish's ABE was less
productive than we'd hoped.

She's still very traumatised.

We'll need to conduct
clarifying interviews with her

when she's more recovered.

But she did make us aware
that she had sex with a man,

not her husband,
on the morning of the attack,

though as of now,

she's currently reluctant
to tell us his identity.

- Helpful of her.
- You know what, Harford?

I'm not in the mood for
your noise this morning.

No, sir.

What else from the ABE, Miller?

Um, we know that Trish was
driven to the party in a taxi

by a guy named Lucas of Budmouth Taxis.

He claims his radio was out
of service for the whole night,

but he's got no clear
alibi for his whereabouts

during the time of the attack -

which, by the way,
we're still trying to nail down.

We think between 11pm and 1am.

But Trish is unclear
what time she stepped outside

and how long she was unconscious for.

We are looking further into

the driver's work history
and family details.

Harford, that piece of condom
wrapper found at the scene?

We've identified the brand

and I have a list of local stockists,

including vending machines.

So I'm just working my way round,

trying to find out
any recent purchases,

particularly in the days
before the attack.

Well, sooner the better. Lots to
get through, time's against us.

So far we've interviewed
27 of the guests at the party.

You've all been allocated actions.

I want results on those
by the end of today.

Keep taking DNA swabs.

Make a note of all those
who refuse to give a sample.

Harford, you're in charge
of the summary board.

I want every man's
details and movements

before you knock off tonight.

- Have you got that?
- Yep, sir.

Right. On you go.

- He doesn't like me, does he?
- It's not about you.

He's worried and he's tired.

He doesn't have to bite my head off.

Miller! Come on.

Tom!

Yeah, coming, Grandad!

I... I have to report these two to you.

Thank you very much.

And what are they in for, then?
A lecture on morality?

- Bible teachings?
- No.

A five-minute talk
on why they're idiots,

then two hours labour digging
up weeds in the churchyard.

It's the school's preferred punishment.

Ah, sounds as though
they're not the first.

They are very much not the first.

And how you doing? You alright?

Me? Oh, yeah, yeah.

I'm sleeping in my daughter's box room

while she works herself to death.

Yeah, it's the retirement
I always dreamed of.

You must still be grieving yourself.

Ah, well, I just carry on with it.

I mean, I can't change it, can I?

- If you wanna talk...
- Uh, no, thank you, Vicar.

Not into all that bullshit.
No offence.

Come on, Fred! Playground!
Yeah, come on.

Porn on your phones?

Really?

OK. That's great. Thank you.

What was your fight
with Jim Atwood about?

I wouldn't really call it a fight.

That's how it was described to us.

What, so you think I had a scrap

and then went and raped
Trish Winterman?

What was the fight about?

Jim likes to tell me
when Cath can and can't work.

He was accusing me of deliberately

putting her on shifts
that inconvenience him.

- And you fought over that?
- He winds me up.

He has that crappy little garage -

which, by the way,
is going down the shitter -

but he behaves like he's royalty.

He was having a little dig
and I'd had enough.

So I went over and offered him out

and it all got a bit lairy.

But sometimes you have to draw the line.

And his wife's 50th
was the moment you chose?

I know what he thought -
I couldn't look after myself.

How did the fight end?

It was, like, four punches thrown.

That's what I mean -
it was barely anything.

- And what happened then?
- I went home.

- How did you get home?
- I drove.

You weren't drinking?

I don't drink.

You were sober when you had
a fight with Jim Atwood?

Yes.

Was anyone home
when you got back?

I live on my own.

My wife died 13 years back,
before I came here.

How long has Trish worked here?

Nine years.
Longest-standing staff member.

I'd be lost without her. She's great.

I hope somebody's said to you

that she won't have done
anything to provoke this.

She's not that sort of woman.

What sort of woman is that?

She's not the sort of
woman this happens to.

That's what makes it so awful.

Did you tell them
I had a scrap with Jim?

No!

- Have you heard from Trish?
- No.

I was thinking about going over, but...

God, I don't know.

I feel... ashamed.
You know, responsible.

It was my party, wasn't it?

How am I supposed to
look her in the eye?

What happened to you
after that fight, Ed?

- How do you mean?
- I didn't see you after that.

Don't know anyone who did.

I was around, then I went home.

Come on, let's get back to work.
There's plenty to do.

So that camera was in operation

on the night of the party?

Yes. I've put
all the footage on here.

It'll show whoever came in
or out this way, at least.

And you weren't here
yourself that night?

No, I was at home,
looking after the dogs.

My wife was having dinner with friends.

How's she doing, the lady?

She's being looked after.

I'm devastated for her.

23 years, we've been
holding functions here.

Nothing like this, ever.

When my father was alive,
we'd spend the summers here.

Down by the waterfall,
under the tree,

that was my place.

I'd sit and no-one would notice me.

I don't think we'll
rent it out anymore.

Not after this.

An act like this,
it sullies everything.

It sullies us all.

Felt more difficult today,

leaving the house.

I didn't know if I could.

This won't be a straight line.

Some days will feel harder
than others for no reason.

I keep thinking about
that police interview.

I didn't get it right.

I could see it in their faces.

Your only responsibility
is to tell the truth.

Have you spoken to anyone
else about the attack

other than Leah?

- No.
- Do you want to?

No.

Cath must know by now.
The police must have told her.

She keeps sending me messages,
I keep not replying.

Would it be helpful to talk to her?

She's a close friend, isn't she?

Yeah, but... you know, it was her party.

They'd been organising
it for so long and...

And now, now she'll always remember it

as the time when... this happened.

Trish, that's not your responsibility.

You can't think like that.

We blame ourselves when bad
things happen and we shouldn't.

I know who you are, Beth.

I googled you. I'm sorry.

Right.

That boy who was killed a few
years back. That was your son.

You're Danny's mum.

Yeah, I am.

I am so sorry for what happened to you.

Thank you.

I don't know how you've coped.

Plenty of days I haven't.

I promised myself...

I promised Danny that
I wouldn't give in.

Nothing makes it better.

I'm not gonna lie, Trish.
This is gonna be hard for you.

You're gonna feel so alone.

But you need your family and
you're gonna need your friends.

You can't let them win.

We will not let them win.

That wasn't so bad.

You OK?

Yeah.

It's just 'cause, you know,
you don't say much.

Just stuff at home.

My stepdad's being a dick.

More of a dick than normal.

Oh! In fact...

I thought your mum took it off you.

Well, yeah, but I took it back.

Everything's still on here.

Mate, I'm really not that bothered.

You haven't seen it. I have.

Oh, it's good, this place.
We can have some lunch after.

It's not a jolly, Miller.

We've got this guy and then the
musician. We're behind already.

What, do you live on air?
You never eat!

No wonder you're so grouchy. And thin.

- Thin and grouchy.
- Hi.

So you did the catering

for Cath Atwood's party
on Saturday night?

Yeah, it was our first big outside do.

Cath comes in here a lot.

She asked if we fancied doing the food.

And how many people
did you take with you?

Uh, me and Sami prepared the food,

then we had four of our staff
take the finger food around.

We cooked it all here during the day,

then shipped it over to Axehampton.

Got there around 4:00,
started setting up.

There was a lot of food.

And did you see anything
unusual that night?

Anything out of the ordinary -
any arguments or conflicts?

We did the food, cleared up,
came home, knackered.

Had one fag break all night.

10-minute wander in the garden.
That was it.

What time was the fag break?

Late. Uh, half eleven, twelve.

Where did you walk?

Down to the lake and back.

Did you see anyone else down there?

No.

We'll need the names and
details of all your team.

- No problem.
- Just one more thing.

Would you mind if we took a DNA swab?

We're taking them from everyone
who was there on Saturday night.

We'll need to do the same with
your staff. It is voluntary.

If that's what you need.

You guys want anything to
eat while you're here?

Oh, no, we're fine.
We need to get on.

Can you have her Friday morning?
I've got a client appointment.

- Yeah, no prob.
- That was easy.

I am easy!

Aren't I, sweetheart?
Easy old Dad.

I'll get it.

- What's he up to?
- Don't be so suspicious.

Thanks for coming.
Come on through.

- Ben.
- Beth. Chloe.

Good to see you looking so well.

I haven't seen you since court.
How are you getting along?

I'm sorry - why are you here?

Sorry - you didn't know I was coming?

- No, we didn't.
- Ah.

I've been thinking about
next steps in terms of Danny.

- No, Mark. Come on.
- Just listen.

- This is not fair.
- 10 minutes, that's all.

If it's easier, I can come back.

I'm really sorry, Ben.
This is so embarrassing.

- Honestly, no. I can go.
- You stay.

Just stay, alright?

We know that there's no chance

of a retrial for Joe Miller, correct?

Not unless any compelling

new evidence comes to light.

Are you really gonna
make us talk about this?

We have never talked about
a private prosecution.

God, Mark! Stop doing this to us!

The answer is no!

At least let's just talk about it!

You say 'private prosecution' -
that's not open to you.

The case went all the way to
a jury and he was acquitted.

Well, what can we do, then?
I've read about these cases.

Sometimes they go for years,
but people don't give up.

If what you're essentially trying to do

is hold Mr Miller to account
for Danny's death...

That is exactly what I'm doing.

Then you can pursue a civil case
against him. It's complex.

Um, it is possible.

I will warn you, though -

these things take
a long time to put together.

- We're not going anywhere.
- Mark!

What?!

Oh, you're busy, are you?
You've got better things to do?

Can we just talk about this

among ourselves first, as a family?

What do you think
I'm doing this for, Chlo?!

I'm doing this for us as a family!

Are you? 'Cause we don't
want it, me and Mum.

We're right here,
we're telling you that,

and you don't seem to hear us.

Also, um, to process a civil suit,

you would need to know
Mr Miller's whereabouts.

- We'd need an address for him.
- He moved.

We heard he changed his name.

And no-one knows where he is anymore.

Well, this is very difficult.

It's almost impossible.

Right. Well, there it is, then.

Never been asked for a DNA
swab before. That's quite cool.

How'd you get the booking?

We play the local pubs.

Jim asked us after
we played at the Anglers.

Said he'd seen us a few times,

would we do a special
set list for his wife?

Here's our card. It's got
our website on the back.

- You any good?
- Yeah.

- Why, do you wanna book us?
- No.

So, what time did you get there
to set up at Axehampton House?

About 5:00. Well, I was there at 5:00.

The other two turned up
about quarter past

and Beefy wanders in gone half six.

Who else was about
when you were setting up?

Caterers. Cath and Jim.
They were arguing.

Few bar staff. That was about it.

What were Cath and Jim arguing about?

Party stuff.

Not enough drink, too much food.

She said she didn't want live music

but he'd booked us anyway.

She was fine in the end.
I saw her up, dancing.

And what did you do straight
after your set finished?

Cheeky drink, packed up, went home.

Didn't see anything
out of the ordinary?

That bloke from the farm shop.
He was in a right old mood.

He looked like he
wanted to kill someone.

Saw him heading off into the gardens.

- What time was this?
- Half eleven-ish.

Oh, seriously, though. Please eat.

- I'm not hungry.
- That's why you're so tired.

- I'm not tired.
- Well, you look terrible.

Just leave me alone,
eat your stupid Scotch egg.

Why did you come back here?

Oh, for God's
sake, not this again.

No, don't do that every time I ask you.

Seriously, though, two years,
I don't hear anything.

No texts or emails or calls.

- I lost my phone.
- No, you didn't.

- It had all your details in it.
- Bollocks did it.

I'm not good at that sort of stuff.

What, people? Human relationships?

I thought I'd go back home,
try and fix the family,

give it another go -
it didn't work out so well.

The place I thought
was home wasn't anymore.

And then Daisy...

She got herself into trouble.
She was at war with her mum.

Well, we both were.

I just thought maybe here...

she'd have another chance.

Like I had.

Thought you hated it here.

I do. Mostly.

It's not about me.

There's not many dads would have
done that for their daughter.

Wouldn't they?

It's really got under your skin,
this case, hasn't it?

I just... I can't...

understand the psychology

of the man who does this sort of thing.

You don't have to understand him.

We just have to nail the bastard.

You know what's bothering me?

It's not narrowing down.

Normally, we'd have been able
to rule some of these men out.

It feels like the more
we talk to, the more we rule in.

They were all there,
they all saw Trish,

they all had an opportunity.

It's a scarily wide net right now.

Oh, hold that.

What? No! Come on!

Hello? Yep?

It's the woman from the cab company.

Oh, right?

Hi again!

Can we borrow you at the station?

I'm on shift.

We've cleared it with your controller.

You like to be known as Lucas

but your first name is actually Clive?

Yeah.

I don't think that's illegal, is it?

When we spoke, you said that

your radio was broken
on Saturday night.

Yep.

And Trish Winterman,

who'd booked a return journey
with you, didn't turn up.

- Correct.
- You called her mobile.

- No reply.
- That's right.

- Did you go looking for her?
- No.

You stayed in the car park
at Axehampton with your light on

and you ferried people back and
forth - that's what you told us.

That's what I did.

And were any of those people

customers like Trish who'd pre-booked?

- Some.
- How many?

Hard to say.

Um, I've got a list from your
controller of the pre-bookings.

Right.

If you could have a look through

and tell us which ones you took.

For the tape,
DS Miller is showing Mr Lucas

form EM43.

It's difficult, you know?

I don't know people's names,
just their faces.

Do your best.

OK.

Uh...

Tony Bird. Took him.

The Symes. Took them.

And Sam and Sophie Potter.

That's probably it.

Why are you lying to us, Lucas?

Sorry?

We called all these people.
You didn't take any of them.

Did you not think we'd check?

Why would you lie about
what you were doing

on the night a woman was raped?

Look, it's daft, but...

I picked a fare up off the road.

- What?
- I know we're not supposed to, legally.

I thought you were gonna
have a go at me.

But they flagged me down
and it was a good fare. 40 quid.

And I never told Ange at the
office. Just took the cash.

What time was this?

Half nine, ten.

I dropped off this woman, Sarah,
who'd left the party early.

I was heading back to Axehampton,

turned off the Dorchester road

and that's where he flagged me down.

- How old was this man?
- 30... ish.

Which direction was he walking?

Away from Axehampton, towards
the turning onto the A35.

What sort of mood was he in
when he got in the cab?

- Grateful.
- What address did you take him to?

Top of the hill in Lyme.

One of the streets on the right.
He directed me.

You'd be able to take us
to that street if we asked?

Pretty close.

Who's Maria Brady?

Did Angela tell you about that?

What's that got to do with anything?

Answer the question.

Maria was a regular passenger.

She made a complaint about me.

I misread some signals.

What sort of signals?

She liked to tell me about her life.

I did a couple of airport runs.
She'd bring flasks, bit of food.

We got on.

One drop-off,

it was late, and...

I just asked her if
she was gonna invite me in.

And she got really scared.

It was the wrong thing to do.

I knew that straightaway.

Are you married, Lucas?

Yeah.

Trish told us that you two
had been out for a drink.

A date.

You said you only knew her through work.

- It was once.
- Why only once?

We didn't click.

She's older, you know?

At no point after you dropped
her off on Saturday night

did you see Trish Winterman again?

Correct.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Suppose this is where you tell me off

for bringing him down, is it?

What was that all about today?

How many ways do I have to
say it before you hear me?

- I mean, when's it gonna end?
- Justice for Dan.

That's gone. That went the day
that jury acquitted Joe Miller.

I'm not gonna accept that.

That's what I mean.

No, no. "Who we are is what we do."

That's what you said to me
years back, right?

Now, I am Danny's dad.

And I'm not gonna rest until
I know I've done right by him.

- That's not on you.
- Of course it's on me, Beth.

I weren't there for him.
I should have been there for him.

You scare me, Mark.

I don't know how to reach you anymore.

It's like there's just
you and what you want

and no-one else gets a look-in.

- That's not true.
- Yeah, it is.

Our son died.

All his potential,
everything he could have been,

gone.

But you still have a family.
You have two daughters.

We're still here, we're still living.

And you are wasting what you
have and it makes me so angry.

- I have to make things right.
- For who?

Not for me, and do not say Dan,
because he would not want this.

How do you know?

I still dream of Dan. Do you?

No.

- How was the cab driver?
- You mean Clive?

Shifty.

I've just been speaking on
the phone with Alan Tomkins,

one of the guests at the party.

He used to drive for Budmouth Taxis.

He knows Lucas, he knows the cars.

He said that he saw Lucas's car empty,

locked up, lights out,

in the car park at midnight,
couldn't see Lucas anywhere.

That man is telling us a lot of lies.

Shit. Trish's phone.

New text. Number blocked again.

"I'm sorry."
What does that mean?

Lindsay? DS Miller, DI Hardy.
Wessex Police.

Could you spare us two minutes?
It's about your husband.

He came in to make
a voluntary witness statement

in relation to an investigation today

and we just wanted to

corroborate a few details, if that's OK.

So, how long have you been married?

16 years.

Wow, you got married young, then!

Yeah, 19. We fell in love at university.

He was gonna be a doctor.

Right! Is that what
he was training for?

It was his dream. Still is.

- What stopped him?
- I did.

We were seeing each other.
Young love, really besotted.

Then I found out I was pregnant
from a bloke I had a thing with

just before me and Clive got together.

But Clive, he said, "If that bloke"

"won't do the honourable thing, I will."

Wow, that's quite a thing.

Yeah, he was amazing. Took a
study break to earn some money.

Said he'd get back to it one day.

Hasn't happened like he hoped.

Um, what time did he get
in on Saturday night?

More like Sunday morning. Past 1:00.

He sleeps on that. I have the bed.

Oh, that must be difficult
when he's on late shifts.

Not just when he's on late shifts.

He sleeps there all the time.

Why is that?

He cheats.

10 years now he's been cheating.

He thinks he's a
good liar, but he's not.

It's easy to find out.
And they never last long.

- Does he know that you know?
- Oh, yeah.

Every time, he apologises.
Every time, it's the last time.

Every time, nothing changes.

If you don't mind me asking,

why stay together?

He looked after me
when I made a mistake.

And we made a vow.
To me, a vow means something.

We made our promises in the eyes of God.

He wants to break them, that's
his mistake. I keep my vows.

I can bring up my child.

I pour all my love into him.

I don't need much else.

You know what's bothering
me about this case?

It makes me ashamed to be a man.

Oh, mate.

I thought when it was happening

that he was gonna kill me.

I just assumed, you know?

I thought, "He'll finish with me
and then he'll kill me."

Jesus.

And you've got no idea
who it was? No clue at all?

How many men were at your party?

Too many.

How many do you think would be capable?

Well, after a few drinks?

The police keep asking me could
it have been someone I know?

At first I thought,
"No, not the men I know."

"Not like that."

But now I'm thinking, "Could it?"

I'm not so sure.

Every man at that party
was one of your mates.

I know, I know.

I don't understand. It just
doesn't make sense, any of it.

At a party like that.

Results are back from
the samples of Trish's hair

they took at the SARC.

They've identified
a DNA that's not hers.

There's no match to anyone
on the database yet.

But that's good. At least we've
got something to work from.

Do you wanna come see this, then?

Every man who was at that party.

Right. Pasta.

Again.

What's up with you?

Promise me you had nothing to do
with what happened to Trish.

Are you seriously asking me that?

You wanna ease off on the red, love.

If you've heard anything,

or if you suspect any of your mates...

Why has it gotta be my mates?

Well, because they were
there, weren't they?

They're our friends.
It's gotta be one of them.

What, and you think
they told me about it?

Cooked it up, ran it by me
and I gave it the OK?

Haven't answered the
question, though, have you?

What are you really asking me?

Did I rape one of our best friends?

I need to answer that, do I?

Yeah.

No.

Why are we meeting here?

That stuff you did to the laptop
I gave you - can you delete it?

Have you got the machine?

No, I thought...
you could do it remotely.

No.

That's not how it works.

I don't want anyone to find it.

Get me the computer,
I'll get it removed.

Alright, son?

Yeah, alright, then.

- I'll go.
- No.

- Mum, you don't need to.
- I said no.