[ Suspenseful music playing ]
Just 'round here.
♪ Oh, I got you, babe ♪
♪ You'll never get me ♪
♪ Tick, tock, the clock don't stop ♪
♪ One shot is all you got ♪
♪ It's time to bury another ♪
♪ One chance is all you got ♪
♪ You've gone and lost the plot ♪
♪ At least we've got each other ♪
♪ I got you, babe ♪
♪ You'll never get me ♪
Lee Pritchard had worked at the boat yard for nearly five years.
No partner, no children.
He lived alone in his parents' house since they passed away.
-Criminal record? -No convictions,
but he was charged with rape 10 years ago.
The case was dropped before it reached court.
There's a sister, Gina. Speak to her,
try to build a picture of who her brother really was.
And, Luke, get on to the boat yard
for details of everyone who worked there.
Who knows, Lee might have
stumbled across someone with form.
-Alright? -LUKE: Cool.
[ Relaxing music playing ]
[ Music ends ]
[ Panting ]
[ Vehicle approaches ]
[ Engine shuts off ]
[ Car door closes ]
[ Telephone ringing ]
GINA: Wow.
[ Doorbell rings ]
[ Door opens ]
GEMMA: Thanks for coming round.
The police are here.
No, no, no come in, please.
[ Door closes ]
Lee Pritchard and Jack Moody played rugby together.
So let's find out how else they knew one another
and whether they were still friends.
HOLMES has confirmed Jack Moody gave a statement
following the rape accusation leveled at Lee and the others.
The others?
Five men were charged with Marissa Clarke's rape
at a rugby club function.
The victim was drunk,
and the accused all claimed the sex was consensual.
-Gina, look into it. -10 years is a long time.
Well, it's the only connection we've got between them for now.
And Jack wasn't accused.
We don't know where it might lead us.
GINA: Oh, hello. Yeah.
Look, I know it takes time, but we're in the middle
-of an investigation. -MARISSA: Sorry, love.
My last client canceled, so I nipped out to get a few bits.
GINA: Yep. Okay, great.
After a trim, are you?
Take a seat and I'll do it quick.
What's your name?
Detective Sergeant Luke Lloyd.
And this is DS Jenkins.
Is this going to take long?
Only I'm all by myself today
and I've three clients coming in after.
We thought you should know that
Lee Pritchard was found dead this morning.
Or maybe you already knew.
It's a small town.
Word gets 'round.
When did you last see him, Marissa?
MARISSA: Honestly? I couldn't tell you.
If I ever saw Lee or one of the others,
I would walk the other way.
Have any of your family seen him recently?
I wouldn't know. Why?
We're just trying to fill in the blanks.
Sounds like you think me or someone close to me
knows something about all this.
We're not trying to upset you.
I'm not upset.
I'm fucking furious.
I've worked bloody hard for what I've got,
and I don't appreciate you turning up here out the blue
to dredge everything up.
Beats me why you're wasting your time on that piece of shit.
LUKE: A man's been murdered. We're obliged to investigate.
Yeah? Well, he was a rapist.
I'm glad he's dead.
LUKE: Where were you last night
between the hours of 11:00 PM and 6:00 AM?
You've got a fucking cheek.
You just said that you're happy that a man's been killed.
Why wouldn't I be curious?
All I'm saying is he had it coming.
I think you'd better come down the station to make a statement.
Leave it.
This gentleman's clearly got something
he needs to get off his chest.
I've got a right to my opinions.
'Course you have.
So if you've got something to say, let's hear it.
No?
Thought as much.
-Mark! -Put that hammer down,
or I'll have no choice but to arrest you.
Arrest me? Just you fucking try.
Right. Aah!
[ Hammer clatters ]
LUKE: I'm arresting you for assaulting a police officer.
[ Gasps ]
[ Both laugh ]
See, my uncle had this Labrador called Sandy, right,
and whenever I used to go 'round there, he used to lick me.
I mean, on my arms, on my hands,
oh, I think that's why I'm a bit funny about them,
-to be honest. -What, dogs?
Tongues.
Why anybody would want to go 'round...is beyond me.
Well, I'm sure he had his reasons.
How long do you think, right,
it would take to cut out an actual tongue?
Well, luckily we don't need to think about it, so...
Mind you, if Sandy hadn't been killed by that van,
I might have been driven to do the same.
-You know what I mean? -MORGAN: Did you get hold of
Lee Pritchard's mobile phone records?
Yeah, there's not much to go on, really, though, Sir.
His sister, dentist,
-Chinese takeaway. -Right.
See, I lived next to a loner once.
It turns out, right, he had an entire cannabis farm
in his attic and nobody knew.
If you had, you would have popped around
-for a cup of sugar, eh? -Oi, I'm a good girl, I am.
I'll cross reference the call history
and see if it throws anything up.
Okay. Let me know if you find something.
Mm. Shit.
[ Sighs ]
[ Gina sighs ]
[ Gospel music playing ]
[ Music ends ]
[ Sighs ]
Oh.
Sí, señorita.
I'm multilingual.
[ Door opens, closes ]
-Hiya. -SAM: Hello.
Yeah.
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Ah, what the fuck?
[ Lock clatters ]
Hello?
Anyone there?
Marissa Clarke?
The rope was left at Duncan's lockup as what?
A warning? A sign?
Duncan's clearly worried he's in danger.
If the rape is the issue that connects them,
why was Jack killed?
It's hard to believe someone would target them
all these years later.
Well, some people have long memories.
There could be an ex-boyfriend,
a family member who wants justice.
Let's get to the root of it.
At least we can rule it out.
Bring the men in.
Gina, dig up all you can on Wynn Edwards.
Andrew, David Llewellyn.
Luke, come with me to interview Richie Campbell.
RICHIE: Yeah, we were mates.
Jack and I not so much in the last couple of years,
but I'd bump into Lee now and again when he was running.
He was always out.
Told him he should start doing marathons.
MORGAN: What about Duncan, David, Wynn?
Still see them?
Duncan's a member at the gym.
Doesn't drop by as often as he should
judging from the belly he's getting.
Dai's a busy man running his business and Wynn,
well, nobody's seen Wynn since he left town to play soldiers.
Why do you think Wynn joined up?
I know why.
He thought Marissa had ruined his life by saying what she did.
By accusing you of rape, you mean.
We never --
We didn't rape her.
Well, charges were brought.
And dropped.
Know why?
'Cause it didn't happen.
Look, 10 years ago, Marissa was wild, right?
Pissed every night, high,
going after any bloke who looked at her.
And I'm not judging the woman.
God knows me and her had plenty of fun together back in the day.
You had a relationship with her?
Nah.
Marissa liked to keep things casual.
If she texted, we'd meet up for a drink,
sometimes just to fuck.
You admitted in your statement
to police at the time of the rape allegation
that you and Marissa had had sex earlier that evening.
She'd turned up at the rugby club uninvited,
glammed up like always, chest on show.
We did it in the toilets after doing a line,
and everyone knew what was going on.
One of the lads was even watching
over the top of the door, and Marissa didn't give a shit.
Well, until she alleged five of you raped her
in the changing room at the end of the night.
Marissa went to the police nearly a week later.
She came up with that story
to stop her dad throwing her out the house.
Well, the CPS felt that there was enough evidence
to take the case to court.
In fact, the charges were only dropped
three days before the trial was due to begin.
And why was it dropped?
Because Cai Francis was a lying bastard.
He didn't see us in the changing rooms with Marissa,
and if he had seen us, he'd have stood by his statement
and turned up in court to say so.
DAI: Hiya.
OFFICER: Dai?
DAI: Yeah. That's me.
-Everything alright? -OFFICER: Everything's fine.
Just going to have a bit of a chat, that's all.
-Okay? -DAI: Yeah, fine.
Give me two seconds. Let me just speak to my partner.
About bloody time, too.
Is that it?
GINA: For the time being, yes.
It was 10 years ago.
Do you really think people would still
hold a grudge against these boys?
Clowns, the lot of you.
Come on, son. Let's get out of here.
[ Down-tempo music playing ]
[ Vehicle approaching ]
♪ Who's that rider ♪
♪ Riding with you ♪
♪ Pale rider ♪
♪ Riding, riding ♪
Hello?
♪ Who's that rider, pale rider ♪
MAN: Hello?
♪ Pale rider ♪
♪ Who's that rider? ♪
MAN: Hello?
♪ Riding with you ♪
♪ Who's that rider? ♪
♪ Pale rider ♪
[ Breathes shakily ]
[ Music ends ]
Do we know anything else about Wynn Edwards?
Family? Job?
Yes, so, Wynn joined the Marines in 2010.
He was there five years
before he left to become a mechanic in Manchester.
He left there under a cloud
when a woman he was working with
accused him of inappropriate behavior.
And we don't know where he is now?
[ Cellphone chimes ]
Uh, we're currently looking through
the national insurance records.
Well, maybe when Eve has finished texting her boyfriend,
you both can get back to it.
Thank you.
It's my sister.
She's just come out of hospital.
Best leave your phone at your desk in future, yeah?
It's not like I was arranging a night out or anything.
She's just had surgery.
[ Sam shouting indistinctly ]
[ Tool clatters ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
Oh, hiya.
I told them Mark didn't have anything to do with it.
If he had done, he wouldn't have been so mouthy about Lee.
Well, he certainly had plenty to say for himself.
Mark's protective, that's all.
I keep telling him he hasn't got to worry.
I've been through so much,
I don't think anything touches me anymore.
GINA: I'm sorry for everything you've been through.
Everyone said I was lying, you know.
Everyone said I was too pissed to remember what had happened.
And alright, I admit I'd had a few,
but something like that,
you'd never forget.
My day in court, that's all I wanted.
And you'd have got it if the witness hadn't gone AWOL.
Cai was getting a lot of flack off people for giving evidence.
His car got trashed.
He was threatened.
Three days before the trial, it got too much for him,
and it was over.
Just because it didn't go to court
doesn't mean it didn't happen.
There's hundreds of people out there
who wouldn't agree with you.
They may have driven Cai away,
but I wasn't going to let them do that to me as well.
Where's Cai now?
[ Sighs ] Wherever he is, I hope he's happy.
[ Sighs ]
Do you know what?
I thought I recognized you in the salon
but didn't remember where from.
-Recognize me? -The rugby club.
You were a member, weren't you?
Let's go.
DAI: Nothing, nothing.
Alright, what time?
Right, see you later.
Okay.
Bye. Got to go. Bye.
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Whoo!
[ Music ends ]
[ Dramatic music playing ]
[ Music ends ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Electronic music playing ]
-[ Music ends ] -[ Sighs ]
[ Knock on door ]
RICHIE: You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, man.
DUNCAN: I had to go back and lock the car.
RICHIE: Get inside.
[ Jeff speaks indistinctly ]
DUNCAN: Jeff.
How are you lads coping?
This business is doing my fucking head in.
Look, the last thing we should be doing is panicking.
Hard not to when there's someone out there trying to kill you.
We don't know that's what's going on, alright?
They've taken Marissa's man in for questioning.
Mark hasn't got the brains to plan something like this.
It was 10 years ago.
Which is why I reckon it's all in our heads.
We're putting two and two together and coming up with six.
I wish I shared your confidence, Rich.
There's no harm in covering your backs, guys.
But don't take risks.
Lock your doors.
Keep your phones handy in case you need to call for help.
If someone's coming after us, who is it?
If they knew about Jack,
if they knew what he did,
that's only a handful of people.
I know you're worried, Dai, but you shouldn't be.
It gets in your head.
If someone really wanted to kill me...
what could I do to stop them?
Come with me.
Jeff, what is this?
[ Chuckles ]
Jeff!
JEFF: Borrow it.
When this shit's over, give it back.
Hold it.
Feel it.
Cold, hard steel.
Precision engineering.
I don't think you'll need it, but you never know.
Just in case.
Grip it tight.
Arm straight.
Look down the barrel.
Choose your victim.
But it's got one hell of a kick,
so make sure your feet are planted strongly.
And then when you're ready, pop.
[ Laughs ]
That's my boy.
Feel safer now?
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[ Music ends ]
[ Sighs ]
RICHIE: Tell whoever it is to stop.
I don't know what you're talking about.
What are they doing? Trying to frighten us?
Hoping one us will go to the cops
and tell them what happened? Is it?
You won't get a chance to do that.
You'll all be dead.
This isn't funny, Marissa.
No, Richie, getting pinned down in a changing room
and raped by five men -- that'snot funny.
Seeing you lot walk around years later,
knowing you got away with it, still not funny.
RICHIE: You're playing with fire.
Night, Richie.
Sleep tight.
You don't touch me. You don't touch me ever again.
You have no right.
Nobody does.
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