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Subtitles by explosiveskull
I don't want to go!
Just go home. You know the way.
I don't want to go!
You'll be fine. Trust me, just go.
You're too young to come, Jesse.
You won't even like it.
Mark!
Just go!
We'll see you later!
Come on, Mark.
Dad, my pocket money!
Money, money, money. That's all you think about.
I thought you might like this.
Thanks. I'm good, but thanks. Sit down.
Stop it!
Move your head!
Yes.
Come on!
- Morning. - What have we got?
The dead woman's bag was found in the hotel room.
But no wallet and no phone, so no ID.
Didn't she check in?
It was checked in under the name of Ben Jackinov.
I think it's fair to say that's a pseudonym.
- Jesus. - Potential murder weapon?
All right, I'll check that in a bit.
Got a description of the man?
Fairly general.
How was it paid for? Didn't the hotel take a credit card swipe?
Cash, and there's only CCTV on the outside of the building.
But the manager did offer us something useful.
He recalls the woman going outside to take a mobile phone call.
It's timecoded so we can trace it.
Without knowing what network she's on, how long will it take?
Right now, it's all I've got.
All right, put in a comms request to all the main providers.
I want a name and address as soon as possible.
If you want my opinion, from the blood on the back of the door,
the attack started when she came out of the bathroom.
Ally, you be the victim.
- Why me? - Because you're...
All right, you be the victim.
Get in touch with your female side.
So she was probably having a leak in the bathroom.
You don't have to do that part.
When she comes out...
She gets a blow to the back of the head.
- Wallop! - Agh!
Now, it's bad but it doesn't kill her.
She goes down on the bed.
She's probably out cold when the attacker comes at her again.
Wallop!
Wallop!
Are you enjoying this?
The attacker's covered in blood.
From the traces we found in the bathroom,
I reckon he took time to wash before making his, or her - equality -
exit.
Where are you going? I've just bludgeoned you to death.
Mark!
Happy birthday.
I was just out for a run so I thought I'd...
I thought I'd come and surprise you.
- Right. - Life lesson there, isn't there?
You should never turn up unannounced.
I saw him leave.
So what was Kenton doing here? Did he stay the night?
Laura, can you talk to me, please?
Is there any point lying?
Why would you do that? That's...
He's my husband.
You said it was over.
- Yeah, it was. - Was?
Past tense. Wow!
Oh, my God.
Who cheats on their lover with their husband?
I have to go to work.
Is that all you've got to say?
- Do you want me to lose my job? - No, I don't.
I just want you to tell me the last few months meant something to you.
You said it was over between you two, that it had finished.
You told me you wanted something different.
OK.
- Nice arse, Britney. - Britnay.
"Nice arse, Britnay."
Hey, Brit!
Psychopath, then, is it?
Bludgeoned to death with a hammer - we can rule out manslaughter.
Shame, really. She was quite hot.
Yeah, that makes it so much worse.
Forensics report from Ken.
With the DNA results from the plaster found at the scene.
The ones I asked for half an hour ago?
We were training, Danny. That shit's sacrosanct.
Yeah, well, as long as your abs are ripped.
Don't wish for it, my friend - work for it.
- Whoa! - You all right?
- All right, mate. - You all right?
Happy birthday, bud.
I got you a gift. But it's still in the shop.
Man, that's perfect, cause I can just collect it
when I don't get yours next month.
Thank you very much. No Laura?
No, she had a work's dinner, couldn't shift things around.
Couldn't shift things around?
I'm not six, Slade. We only do this for my mum.
Have you heard from Danny?
- No, has he not called? - Mm-mn.
Maybe he couldn't shift things around.
Hello, I'd just like to say a few words.
You know, it's a sobering moment for a father when you look at your son -
your baby - and you realise...
that he's reached the age where he can no longer call himself young.
If he's becoming an old fart, what does that make me?
- A grave dodger! - Oi!
So I'd like you all, please, to raise a glass.
Ignore his crow's feet and his receding hairline.
- Thanks, mate. - And wish a happy birthday...
to my little boy.
To Mark.
- Happy birthday. - Happy birthday!
Sorry, sorry. Um...
I wanted to say something too.
As you all know, we've had some difficult times in the past.
I have two sons...
Mark...
- And Jesse. - Hey, Mum.
But only one of them who's here every year on his birthday.
All right, Julie.
Happy birthday, son.
Happy birthday! Come on!
- Happy birthday. - Cheers.
Sorry.
- Don't be sorry. -
You OK?
- I love you. - I love you too.
I'm just gonna go and see Danny. Two secs.
Hiya, mate, you OK?
- Sorry I'm late. - That's all right, mate.
Listen, I need to talk to you about something.
All right, pal. What is it?
There's a...
There's a case that I'm working on, it's a murder.
We found something at the scene.
What?
Blood, but it's not the victim's. We um...
We ran some DNA tests and there's a match.
Mark, it's Jesse.
The DNA, it's Jesse.
He's alive.
So you're saying he's a murderer?
No, nobody's saying anything.
20 years. 20 years! What the hell?
I don't know. Nobody knows.
What... So his DNA's at a murder scene and...
he's not the victim, so what does that leave?
He's a witness or just someone that happens to be there?
I'm gonna double-check the results, triple-check them, OK?
There's a possibility the DNA's old.
20 years.
I'm saying it's possible. He may not have been there.
Mark, think about this. Jesse.
- I know. - It means he's alive.
Yeah, I know, you're right. I know, I know.
Is what we've always wanted, right?
Oh, man, it doesn't make any sense to me.
What am I gonna tell my mum, my dad?
Nothing. Not yet, OK?
I shouldn't even be talking to you guys. I could get fired.
- Yeah. - OK?
Sorry.
This thing could end up going public.
It's the sort of thing the papers'll be all over.
If it comes to that, we'll let them know.
Don't you think there's someone else we should tell?
Someone who was with us that day.
- Pru? - Yeah, Pru.
Come on.
Dad, I want to ask you something.
Do you remember him?
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