(At the Browns house. The team shows up with the warrant but no one is home so they let themselves in. They've bagged and tagged a bamboo cane that under black light looks like blood may have been wiped from it, a walking stick is also retrieved. Anna is in the girl's room. It appeared so normal, pink and girly, a little messy with clothes and fluffy toys. Who would guess that tortue took place here? Anna finds a hidden mobile phone under one of the mattresses. She bags it as she hears a commotion begin in the lounge. She walks out to see Sammy being confronted by Timothy.)

Timothy: You can't just come in here and take our things when nobody's home.

Sammy: We can. We've got a warrant.

Timothy: The government can just walk in anyone's gaf when you're out and take whatever they want. No, there have gotta be laws against it. I come back from the pub and you're in here, just taking our things.

Sammy: (Takes a strong and close stand in front of the booze soaked man.) There are laws against beating little girls to death as well. (Timothy grabs Sammy by the collar and Sammy laughs.) Oh alright. Show us the real you!

Anna: Timothy, let go of DC Murray.

Timothy: You think I'm gonna stand here and allow a hairless little scrote like you to talk to me like that in my own home?

Sammy: You can't stand it can you? Not being in control.

Timothy: Shut your mouth!

Sammy: Is that why you beat Zoe? Because she wouldn't shut her mouth? Guess whose in control now Timothy. (Timothy shoves and holds Sammy against a wall.)

Anna: Seriously I'm going to ask you-

Sammy: I'm in control. (Timothy snarls and then punches Sammy in the stomach causing a half laugh, half groan of pain. Sammy quickly reacts by shoving the drunk man away, easily gaining control of the situation, proving his point and pulls Timothy's arm behind his back.) Timothy Brown, you're under arrest for assaulting a police officer.

(MIT Office. Sammy holds up his shirt showing off the red spot to Anna and Rachel in Rachel's office.)

Rachel: Jesus Sammy!

Sammy: (smiling from ear to ear, drops his shirt) I know but-

Rachel: What am I supposed to do with you? Anytime I let you out of the office you come back with a new injury! I should stick you on filing and keep you here.

Sammy: (smirks) Doesn't look like it's much safer in here. (He gestures to Rachel's hand with the three plasters. Rachel decidedly puts that hand in her pocket. Since she has reopened her wound, she's had to change the plaster twice. It was bleeding rather heavily and she may have made it worse than it initially was.) And I only provoked him because I knew he'd hit me.

Rachel: Great. It just gets better.

Sammy: Timothy is a vagrant. He's got no permanent address. He knows he's under suspicion but we have no evidence to charge him in Zoe's death yet, he could easily have disappeared.

Anna: He's right. We needed him in custody.

Rachel: Trust me, as much as I'd love to say "Well done." I can't. You can't go about using yourself as human bait! You've gotta be more careful.

Sammy: Yes ma'am.

Rachel: Good. Now go home.

Sammy: Home?

Rachel: Yes.

Sammy: But, the girl's are being brought in. Anna and I are meant to-

Rachel: Yeah, I know Sammy, you were. But now you've been assaulted by our two main suspects and have an open assault charge on one of them. So I can't have you talking to my witnesses can I? You could be seen as coaching them. Couldn't you? (Sammy seems annoyed with her condescending tone. His eyes reflect a quiet internal fury that reminds Rachel of Gill.) Go home. (Sammy's mouth is in a tight straight line. He grunts and leaves the office obviously upset.)

Rachel: I'm preparing for the briefing now, but before you go. That mobile you found?

Anna: Yes?

Rachel: Well done.

Anna: Cheers boss.

Rachel: I still want Janet to try and get a confession off Timothy and you to get the sisters to tell you the truth about how they've been living, but the phone has what could be damning evidence. (Rachel waves her over and Anna goes to stand next to her desk. Rachel pulls up a video file of "Talking Tom" an animated cat app that repeats what the user says but in a funny voice. Rachel plays the clip. Sounds of the cane hitting flesh in the background can be heard.)

Arianna: I don't know what to say.

Lexi: Say anything.

Arianna: (giggles) That does sound funny.

Lexi: Sing a song. (There's a sigh and more beating in the background.) Go on.

Arianna: (sings) "I want to go where the people are. I want to see, want to see them dancing."

Rachel: (stops the video) I reckon Lexi was trying to distract Arianna from what was happening. It ends with Arianna saying "That was quite good. How do I save it?"

Anna: Because of the audio's distortion couldn't they argue that it was just the telly we're hearing?

Rachel: Sure. But that's why you and Janet are going to get the truth outta them. A confession, hopefully some forensics on the weapons bagged at the house, and this recording. We've got enough to charge whoever is guilty with her murder.

Anna: Right. (She can't help but match Rachel's wide smile with one of her own. It's that final stretch to the finish line and justice for this little girl would be the victory.)

(Janet stands outside sipping a tea. The steam from the hot liquid circles in the air and she relishes in the sweet calming smell of the Earl Gray leaves. She touches her bare cold fingers to the hot mug and closes her eyes. It's been a frantic and busy morning and this is the first few moments of silence she's been able to find. She wanted to cry. She was meant to be happy. She's getting married but there was no one to gush with excitement about it with her. She wasn't going to have a maid of honor. She wanted her best mate back but she felt like Rachel had decidedly made her choice about their friendship. Maybe she could make it up with Anna at least. Janet texts "Fancy company tonight?" She's startled out of her solemn solace when a smiling and bouncy Rachel exits the building. Rachel loses her smile only for a second when she realizes she's not alone but can't help and smile again.)

Rachel: Hiya. (Rachel puts a lolly in her mouth and twirls it. Janet sighs. This is her boss. This immature, stroppy, child of a woman. Rachel was excited about the upcoming interrogations but also anxious. After Sammy drew attention to her bandaged fingers, Rachel became more self conscious. Even her father, in his most drunken stupor, knew better than to leave marks where people could see. Rachel knew if she was thinking like that, something was really very wrong. She's decided she's going to speak with her therapist about it at her next appointment. She didn't like hurting herself. Now, however, she's unsure of how to cope and is restless. That is why she's brought herself outside to pretend her lolly is a fag.)

Janet: Don't worry. I'm headed back to my desk.

Rachel: (tilts her head) It's alright Janet. I don't mind you getting a bit of fresh air. You need it. Especially before we lock you in a box to go ten rounds with that mad man Timothy.

Janet: I wouldn't want another strike on my file.

Rachel: (Shakes her head) I haven't even submitted it.

Janet: You haven't? (Rachel sucks on her lolly and leans against the cool brick wall. Janet is surprised to hear this. Rachel looks sullen. Janet nods and moves a little closer to Rachel. She also leans against the brick wall.) Why not?

Rachel: (shrugs) Not high on my list. (Rachel looks out the corner of her eye at her friend, pretty and pale like the chilly manchester sky. Rachel pouts feeling teased by their close proximity yet knowing how distant they are.) And I 'spose I don't really want to.

Janet: It didn't seem like that yesterday.

Rachel: You put me in a difficult spot.

Janet: (smiles slightly and sips her tea.) Like the one Gill was in when she found out you PNC'd Nick's car. (Rachel nods and sighs. She sucks furiously on the lolly and twirls it's hard candy core against the roof of her mouth. She would have lost her job that day if it wasn't for Janet sticking up for her. Rachel shuffles her feet and looks up at the sky before looking back to Janet.)

Rachel: I'm sorry Janet.

Janet: I'm sorry too.

Rachel: When I get back upstairs I'll tear it up.

Janet: Really?

Rachel: Yeah. I wouldn't even be in a position where I could write you a disciplinary if it weren't for you. (nods) I do know that.

Janet: So, why the personal vendetta then?

Rachel: I haven't got a vendetta Janet. It's…(twirls her lolly) It's…

Janet: What?

Rachel: You lied to me. About Melligan. To my face. You looked me in the eye and lied.

Janet: I don't understand why you're taking this affair so personally. I would think out of anyone, you, my best mate, could understand that it was just a bit of fun.

Rachel: But Adam, he really loves you. Helping him with the party, I got to know him and he's really not as boring as you make him out to be.

Janet: (laughs) You marry him then.

Rachel: No seriously Jan. He is utterly and completely besotted with you. And it pisses me off to think you don't realize how lucky you are to have that...again.

Janet: I do. Rach, I'm sorry I lied. I just couldn't stand the judgment. I wanted a bit more fun before I settle down again. It's like you're always saying, IF we were blokes and I stepped out to have a final fling before tying the knot, no one would bat an eye. It's practically expected of men.

Rachel: And that's all it is? You'll call it off once you're married?

Janet: I've already called it off.

Rachel: Janet, don't.

Janet: Don't, what?

Rachel: You've literally just apologized to me for lying and you're going to do it again?

Janet: I'm not lying.

Rachel: You are Janet. I saw you yesterday from me office window. You were going to the carpark with him.

Janet: Yeah, I was. But only to call it off.

Rachel: Don't.

Janet: Rachel, honestly. That's what I did. He…(sighs and closes her eyes.) I found out yesterday that he was, in on it. (Rachel listens) That he knew about the recording being copied and never reported it.

Rachel: Bastard!

Janet: Exactly! You're my best mate. I finished it with him as soon as I knew that. Anyone sick enough to think that THAT was just a bit of harmless office gossip, cannot and will not snog me, ever again! (Rachel smiles.)

Rachel: Really?

Janet: Yeah. (Rachel smiles and nods accepting this new truth. Even though the affair should have ended because she appreciates Adam and loves him, Rachel is endeared and secretly delighted to think it's over because Janet loves her.)

Rachel: I miss this. (She gestures with her lolly between the two of them.)

Janet: Me too. (Quickly and tenderly gives Rachel's forearm a squeeze.)

Rachel: Did you mean it, what you said at the pub? About our friendship being different now?

Janet: (Smiles and thinks. She nods.) Yeah, but, different doesn't have to mean worse. Does it? It could mean-

Rachel: Better?

Janet: Closer. (Rachel smiles widely and warmly revealing her dimples and a simple sparkle in her eye. Janet smiles back.)

Rachel: I hope so.

Janet: I'm getting married this weekend.

Rachel: (laughs) What?!

Janet: Adam wanted to push it up. Make it a small-do. So, just the few people that are really important to us.

Rachel: Right. Okay.

Janet: Will you be my maid of honor?