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Don't you worry.

Got some plasters in the car.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Have a drink of water.

A doctor!

- You're fine.
- Doctor!

Sir.

I'm sure he's faking it.

Doctor!

A doctor.

Oh, sweet. Picking something
out for your niece, are you?

Please, Office Kessler.

Please!

Open the cell door
and call Dr. Ross.

This is Gordon
Cairns at Redhill.

I'm afraid I've got some
bad news about your brother.

He died in his
cell earlier today.

The prison doctor thinks
it was a heart attack -

unrelated to his cancer.

Well, at least it was quick.

Miss Wade?

Yes, I'm still here.

Look, I need to go now. Er...

You have my condolences.

Thank you.

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Costestes e spiritu

Silentium...

No matter where you come from

No matter who you are...

What's the occasion?

Do we need an occasion?

You don't need no ID...

It's a bit damp.

Oh, it'll clear up. Where's
your sense of adventure?

Will it keep?

I've got to nip into
work for an hour.

Maybe longer.

Sure. It'll keep.

You might be a
child of the streets...

Hello!

My daughter...

I was on the phone
to my daughter.

Need to call her back.

What's your name?

Rachel.

OK, Rachel. Right...
Stay, wait, no, no...

Stay with me, Ra...
Stay with me. Stay!

Come on, Rachel!

Come on!

She died in my arms.

She died right...

I saw her eyes just...

There's what looks like a... a
healed bullet wound in the back,

and this bruising
-extensive bruising -

but there's nothing that
explains all this blood.

Have you been drinking?

What of it? I've had a
couple, yeah. Come on!

For Christ's sake! She's not
carrying any ID or wallet, yeah?

She's got no shoes on.

She's got no seat belt
mark across her chest -

wherever she was coming from,
she was in a screaming hurry

and she's covered in blood
that is still wet and that isn't hers.

There is another victim
out there somewhere!

Make sure you get that written up
when you get back to the station.

Yeah, OK, right.

Have you had any luck
IDing her from the car?

Lease car, innit?

Gave them a call, went
straight through to voice mail.

Leo?

Looks like she reversed
hard into a white post.

Don't suppose you know which
direction she was driving in?

Stop!

Leo, maybe we should
wait for the police.

Fine. I'm going in.

That woman had a healed
bullet wound in her back -

we've no idea what
she was mixed up in.

The person who lost all
that blood might still be alive.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, Christ.

Leo.

Looks like he was
bludgeoned with something.

Well, it wasn't for money.

Nick Owen, 28.

I'll make some calls.

I was on the phone
to my daughter.

Need to call her back.

Laptop charger's still
warm, but no laptop.

- Ow!
- Nikki?

Nikki!

- You OK? What happened?
- I'm fine. Go!

See if you can
get a look at him.

Ugh.

You OK?

I'll survive.

Sure?

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Leo, we...

She worked for the
Prison Review Agency.

The victim.

- Leo? Wha...?
- Maybe she was killed because of her work.

We need fresh eyes on this.

Get yourself checked
out, won't you?

And "I'll be fine" are
famous last words

as far as head injuries are concerned.
- All right, I will.

Nikki, why did you
go into the house?

Why didn't you wait
until help arrived?

We were worried in
case someone was hurt.

You mean you were worried,
and Leo couldn't reason with you.

Actually, it was the
other way around.

So, where were you
heading when you found her?

I was on my way home.

From?

Highgate.

Sorry.

Home?

- Yes.
- Tell me about it.

I'm supposed to be at
my son's school concert.

So, what were you doing
in Highgate? Seeing friends?

No. No, just, um...

spending some time there.

Fair enough.

Don't go anywhere.

Killer knocks on the front door,
Rachel's on the phone in the kitchen...

so Nick says he'll get it.

Rising spatter along the walls
suggests he was retreating

as he was beaten with some
heavy and as yet unidentified object.

Smashed watch - he tried to
protect his face as he backed away...

Boot treads should
give us a make.

And the blood
gives us chronology.

I think she slipped
and fell on her way out.

That explains the
blood on her legs.

I think you're right.

And even with a
massive skull fracture,

it would've taken some time
for the blood to pool like that.

So she was hiding...
trying to find her car keys?

How terrified must
she have been?

Shall we?

Professor Dalton.

Nail on the right ring finger is
chipped. Might be a defensive injury.

Murderer's left
something behind.

I want to swab his eyes too.

Skull fracture could explain
the redness -it could be a...

Subconjunctival hemorrhage?

Mm.

Yes, but that doesn't
explain the puffiness.

Give you that.

See? Faculties undimmed.

Still going to see
Matron, though.

You're sure he went
in that direction?

What, with being punched
in the face and everything?

100%.

OK, we'll check
CCTV. Might get lucky.

Picked up her husband,
guv. Peter Kruger.

Coming in for questioning.

Great.

Well, if he's a suspect,

you should ask my colleague
Dr. Cunningham to examine him.

Tonight!

When I grabbed his legs, he
must have fallen hard on that drain.

- So he might have some abrasions?
- Yeah. And it'll fade.

I'm gonna need you to
take your shirt off, Mr Kruger.

What do you think?

I don't know. Maybe.

I think he would've had some
bruising from the drain cover.

Why don't you hang around for
a bit, see if anything comes back?

So, you and your daughter Liesel
were staying with Rachel's mother

less than an hour away?

Yes.

Why go through the
hassle of staying the night?

My wife was very busy with work.

She was a director of
the Prison Review Agency.

She was finalizing a report.

Which is why Nick
Owen was at your house?

- Yes. He's her assistant.
- Hmm.

And you had no problem with
a young, handsome guy like that

spending time with
your wife, in your house,

while you were
baby-sitting down the road?

No.

What was wrong with the office?

Rachel, erm...

Rachel liked to
drink in the evening.

Fair enough.

And I take it your mother-in-law
can provide you with an alibi.

I popped out to
the pub for an hour.

On my own.

Talk to anyone?

No.

And afterwards, I, erm...

I didn't go straight home.

- No?
- No, I, erm...

I walked around the
village for a bit. Er...

Half an hour or so.

You "walked around the village?"

I needed some headspace.

OK.

What was on your mind?

I was formulating a proposition.

An ultimatum.

I was gonna tell Rachel she had to
choose between her work or her family.

Why?

Because her work was
putting us in danger.

Are you suggesting
your wife's murder

is related to her work at
the Prison Review Agency?

Yes. Specifically her
review of Redhill Prison.

She's got her man. They're
j-just waiting on the DNA.

The jealous husband
motive doesn't add up.

I don't know - Nick Owen was
tall and handsome, fine physique.

Right, so Kruger kills him in a jealous
rage, chases his wife to her death,

then goes back to
the scene of the crime

- and steals the laptop...
- OK.

Sorry.

Sorry for everything.

You've had quite a night. I
think you should go home.

Night-night.

Night.

Do you think he's OK? - Yeah.

Had a shock, that's all.

He's used to the
dead, not the dying.

No, I mean generally.

Have you noticed he never
talks about her anymore?

- Who?
- Janet!

Oh. Can't say I noticed.

Course you hadn't.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm sensitive!

I intuit.

All right.

That's it.

Peter.

My name is Leo Dalton.

I'm the man who tried
to... help your wife.

I'm so sorry.

Did she... did she say anything?

She was severely concussed.

She did say something about, um,
being on the phone to her daughter and...

that she'd have
to get back to her.

Was that it?

Nothing else.

Do you really think that
her work got her killed?

Why do you care?

Because, from what I've seen,

the police are very keen
to wrap this up quick.

I'm a pathologist, and my
colleagues are working on the case.

I can't prove anything.

Well, do you know
anyone who can?

Someone from the
Prison Review Agency?

Phoebe.

Phoebe Harron - Rachel's
co-director. She might know something.

Can you give me her number?

You give me your number and if
she wants to contact you, she can.

Um...

Rachel...

had what looked like a... a
healed bullet wound in her back.

She was shot in Basra in 2003.

Royal Military Police.

Bullet lodged in her
spine and it stayed there.

But it was migrating.

One day, it was gonna kill her.

Made life pretty hard
for all of us, you know.

Especially for her.

I need to, er...

Cheer up, Ellis.

Want some wings?

We have too much.

- No, I'm all right.
- Go on.

I don't like waste.

Not built for this,
are you, Roberts?

Hello?

This is Phoebe Harron.
I can meet you tonight.

We worked at Her Majesty's
Inspectorate of Prisons

before we started the agency

and, erm...

Rachel...

Rachel... was the shining
star of the Inspectorate,

so we instantly got more
work than we could handle.

Who commissioned
the review into Redhill?

Home Office.

There were five drug-related
fatalities in as many months

and then, er, the suspicious
death of James Wade.

Didn't Wade have cancer?

Yeah. But he was in remission,

and the rumors that it
was a hit wouldn't go away.

Rumors supported by
the postmortem findings?

What do you know about fentanyl?

Erm...

it's approximately 80 times
more potent than morphine,

mainly used in the pain
management of cancer patients.

Mm. But it can kill you if
you're opiate-intolerant,

like James Wade.

What? They found...

They found fentanyl
in Wade's bloodstream?

A journalist made a link to the
alleged bounty on Wade's head

and suggested he'd been killed by someone
with knowledge of his opiate intolerance.

A member of the prison service?

Not a crazy conclusion.

No, and it made the
independent inquiry inevitable.

Was Rachel close to proving
that Wade was murdered?

She kept her cards close to
her chest during a review. Um...

But I'll speak to our IT firm, see
if I can access her files and e-mails.

Yeah, come on, you
were her colleague.

You must have an
inkling of her progress.

She hinted at endemic drug-dealing
amongst the officers at Redhill.

Any names?

No.

Anyone I could talk to?

You know,

Rachel always said,

every investigation
needs a white knight,

an insider with a conscience.

The prison doctor.

Don't tell me - you
thought he was faking it?

James Wade raped and
murdered nine little girls.

- Aren't you glad he's dead?
- That's not the bloody point, is it?

Imagine if he'd come
after your daughter,

if he'd come after your Julie.

Couldn't even have
run away, could she?

Get out of my sight, Kessler!

Janet!

In an updated version of my
book Child Catcher, I make the case

that James Wade was poisoned by someone
who knew of his rare opiate intolerance -

someone who went on to
collect a substantial bounty.

Now, I wasn't alone
in that suspicion.

Rachel Kruger began an investigation
for the Prison Review Agency

and now she too has been murdered,
along with her colleague Nick Owen.

There's something rotten
at the heart of Redhill Prison

and I think Rachel
Kruger found it

and has paid the
highest price...

Yeah?

There's a Miriam Wade to
see you, Dr. Cunningham.

Don't know her.
What does she, er...

Wade?

I've got... exactly
five minutes.

Take a seat.

Thank you. I'll stand.

I'm here to give...
fair warning.

I know that police are already
pursuing a domestic motive

for Rachel Kruger's murder,
when it's blindingly obvious

that her death relates to
her review of Redhill Prison,

and the death of my
brother in particular.

OK. Got all that...

except for the warning part.

Well, no doubt you'll be pressured
by police to toe the official line -

ie, that Peter Kruger
killed his wife...

"Toe the official line?"

but I intend to secure a second
PM so there'll be nowhere to hide.

We don't get
pressurized by the police...

Who d'you think
you're talking to?

And on the rare occasions that we
do, we are very adept at dealing with it.

Fair warning.

OK.

All right.

Why do you think the police investigation
will be... less than rigorous?

My law firm has a
great team of PIs.

Ex-CID and Fraud
Office to a man.

- On twice the salary, no doubt.
- A little bit more than that, actually.

Anyway...

Anyway, last night they
made a startling discovery.

Detective Inspector Andrea
Bridges, the lead investigator,

and Redhill's senior
guard, Daniel Kessler,

used to work together back
when he was a copper in Vice.

I think my five minutes are
up. Thank you, Dr. Cunningham.

Why do you care who
killed Rachel Kruger?

My brother was an evil man.

I feel guilty about what
he did. I feel guilty...

about grieving for him.

I even feel guilty about
having the same name as him.

I'm getting married in a month,

and, thank God, I won't
be a Wade any more.

Passport, driving license,
credit cards - can't wait.

But Rachel Kruger
didn't think like that.

To her, a life was a life, and if
your brother had been murdered,

then that was a crime
that should be punished.

I want to honor that.

There are ante-mortem abrasions

on... both left and right knees.

Embedded in the abrasions
are fibers consistent with a...

carpet seen in the reception
room of the Kruger house.

There are light marks on the back
that resemble fingernail scratches.

Scabbing on these
is quite advanced,

suggesting they were sustained
some days before death.

Er, there is also scarring on the
back, consistent with a ballistic injury

that the deceased sustained in
2003 when she was serving in Iraq.

Corroded fragment of metal,

presumably from the
aforementioned bullet wound of 2003.

An accumulation
of fat inside the liver,

and the liver was...
What was it, Colin?

1,900.

1,900 grams is
considerably enlarged.

Possible sign of alcoholism.

That's not a complete surprise.

She had a conviction
for drink-driving.

One more strike and she
would've faced a custodial sentence.

Making her position as a
prison inspector untenable?

Indeed.

Evidence of coup and contrecoup
injury suggests the victim's head

struck the steering wheel and/or
dashboard with sufficient force

to cause traumatic brain injury, and
then pressure from extradural hemorrhage

following this... was the
eventual cause of death.

There's inflammation and
puffiness around his eyes.

Swabs taken should tell us if
the killer used pepper spray.

That's odd. A white button
down the back of his throat.

Check if it belongs to
the victim's shirt, will you?

Yeah.

In addition to a dozen roughly
four-centimeter-thick bruises,

there are three sets
of parallel bruises.

Two different marks,
two different weapons?

No, the bruises are overlapping.

They come from a
cylinder of some sort.

When a smooth,
cylindrical, hard object strikes

- the fleshier parts of the body...
- Hello?

The central part compresses,
but shearing forces laterally

- leave two parallel bruises.
- One weapon, multiple hits.

- Probably.
- You're sure?

OK.

Nikki, no buttons are missing.

Results have just come in on
the deposits under his fingernails.

It's dead skin. DNA says it
belongs to Rachel Kruger.

I need copies of the
postmortem photos.

His brief's ten grand an hour,
and guess who's footing the bill?

Miriam Wade, sister of James.

Photographs.

Professor Dalton?

Oh, you made it sound urgent.

I get that work
required Rachel and

Nick to spend a lot
of time together, I do.

But it doesn't quite explain
the deposits of your wife's skin

under Nick's fingernails,

or the corresponding
scratches on her back.

Here's what I think. You
confronted Rachel about the affair.

It turned physical, and she
banished you for a few days.

I made those scratches.

We made love on Monday night.

Charity shag.

She felt guilty.

- You wanna see the scratches on my back?
- Peter.

No. Bottom line - her skin
was under Nick's fingernails.

In the crash, did my
wife sustain an injury,

or any bruising on
her right forearm?

Why?

You may have missed it. Nail
marks that Nick made on her arm.

No nail marks.

He was right about the bruise
on the arm, though, wasn't he?

Just hang on a sec.

Can you e-mail me over the
scene-of-the-crime photographs

of Rachel Kruger, immediately?

We've got the PM pictures
- what's the difference?

12 hours.

By this morning, lividity
had obscured the nail marks.

Hello, Leo.

It's not Nick's fault.

If he hadn't had
done it, I would.

Perhaps we need to
take a break, Peter.

No, I am going to
confront him now!

Wait until tomorrow.

You are not gonna stop me.

Rachel, come on, wait a minute.

He lied to us.

Peter! Peter!

Rachel! Rachel! Stop the car!

Nick! Nick, just get
off... get off the car!

Stop the car, stop it now! Stop!

Just get off!

My wife lived with an extremely
painful life-threatening injury

and she self-medicated
with Pinot Noir - a lot of it.

- Get her out. Rachel, please.
- All right, all right! Don't just...

You can't just drive
off. What are you doing?

- Just leave me, leave me.
- Mummy!

Oh. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Take
Liesel to my mother's for a few days.

No, no, no. Why? Why?

- Just to be on the safe side.
- Rachel, no!

So where was she going?

Who did Rachel feel compelled
to confront at ten o'clock at night?

We never discussed her investigation
until she'd finished her report.

My sense was that she'd
made some kind of breakthrough.

Guv...

He's on the CCTV of a picture-framer's
down the road from the pub.

Time fits and
everything. Sorry, guv.

Definite match,

and who uses these batons except
for police officers and security guards?

My turn.

What do you get when
you add pelargonic acid

and synthetic capsaicinoid to
an aqueous ethanol solvent?

Pot Noodle?

Pepper spray.

A bespoke nitrogen-propelled mix

manufactured for Her
Majesty's Prison Service.

So, we're gonna
spin his cell at five.

If he gives you any more grief,
just send him down the box, yeah?

- OK, no worries.
- That's fine.

Andrea.

- This is a surprise.
- Hello, sir.

Daniel.

"Sir" is good. "Sir" works.

Quite a party you've got
here. You got an invitation?

Blimey.

You care to elaborate?

I have to sell this to my staff.

It's a warrant. You don't
have to sell it to anybody.

There's compelling physical
evidence linking the murders

of Rachel Kruger and Nick Owen

- to one or more prison officers...
- What is this compelling evidence?

Nick Owen was beaten to
death with a cylindrical object

that exactly matches the dimensions
of the batons carried by your officers.

We also matched these treads to tac
boots, which are bought in bulk by HMPS.

That it? That all you got?

No, it's not.

We found a mix of PAVA spray
in Owen's eyes, which in the UK

is almost exclusively
produced for the prison service.

Oh, come on.

You can drive a horse and
cart through "almost exclusively."

Not if you consider that Kruger and Owen
were carrying out a review of this prison.

I got budget cuts, staff cuts.
I got chronic overcrowding,

I got A and D Blocks
demanding sharia law,

and you waste my
time with this shite.

Shame on you.

Daniel, see that our
visitors are accommodated

within the terms of their
warrant, and not a comma more.

Thank you.

Sorry about the old man.

Bit of a throwback?

Oh, he is that.

Personally, I'd be up for
a bit of sharia law myself -

sorts out the junkies.

So, what are you after?

DNA samples from all your staff,
plus we need to borrow their boots.

- Why?
- To test the soles for blood.

Where's your mate got to?

I have it on good authority that you
were Rachel Kruger's white knight.

The only one brave
enough to speak to her.

Hang on. Good
authority from whom?

Do you think that the information that
you gave her could've led to her murder?

That sounds like a question
the police should be asking.

As I'm sure you know, the
police and the prison service

enjoy a close kinship.

I'm sorry, I... I
can't help you.

I know... I know that Rachel
made a significant breakthrough

two nights before
she was killed.

Did the break in that
inquiry come from you?

I can't help you.

She was looking into
the case of James Wade.

Do you think that
he was poisoned?

It's possible.

It's equally possible he
obtained the fentanyl himself.

What about his opiate allergy?

He was in denial about it.

Always asking if I
could dilute the fentanyl.

Didn't like the idea that the only
drugs that could help him were off limits.

Rumor had it, his sister kept him
in funds and... for a price, well...

Any and every drug
is available in here.

Much to my personal
and professional chagrin.

Available from who?

All the physical signs
suggest that Kruger and Owen

were killed by a prison officer.

Who would Wade have
gone to to have got fentanyl?

Daniel Kessler?

My... My daughter
has spina bifida.

She's housebound, and her carer
leaves two hours before I get home.

Are you personally gonna
guarantee her safety?

Because if not, you have
no business trying to bully me.

What time did you come on shift?

10 o'clock.

10pm?

Yeah. 10pm.

So, where were you before that?

At home. With my wife.

Can I have a word,
Detective Inspector?

We're in the middle
of an interview here.

Call Fatso off.

Please.

I can't.

You're his DI. Of
course you can.

I'm gonna go now.

Funny.

I was thinking the other night

about that little mole

right between your breasts.

You know...

where the sweat gathers.

What would Alex want
you to do, I wonder?

Help out his old dad
or shun him like a leper?

You're not his dad.

Not... not in any way
that means anything.

Really?

Put that to the test, shall we?

Give good old Nige a call.

See if he agrees.

Fret not.

I was working when Kruger
and Pretty Boy were killed.

Approximately 137
cameras will bear that out.

Got everything you need?

We'll test the boots for blood,
see if we can do up our stray button.

What are you
matching the DNA to?

19 unknown male profiles
were found at the Kruger house -

we'll start there.

Is it just me...

or is the idea of a prison
guard being dumb enough

to beat someone to death with
his own baton in his own uniform...?

It is just you.

OK. Let's go.

They've asked for an
alibi for the murders.

I lied. I had to. I
said I was at home.

I was collecting the gear!

- We'll do this later, OK?
- No, it's not OK.

They want me to give
a signed statement.

Stick to your story,
keep your head...

Listen, sorry and everything,
but if it comes down to it,

I'd rather be known for a bit
of dealing than double murder.

OK.

Sorry, Daniel.

Yeah. Yeah.

It's been a long day.

Hey.

- Sorry I'm later than I said.
- Are you? I didn't notice.

What time did Alex leave?

Dad, I'm fine in the
house for a few hours.

I know.

How do you think I'm gonna
cope at college? Hmm?

We found out more, a lot more,

about Daniel Kessler and DI
Bridges None of it fit for the telephone.

Hello, Miriam.

This is Alan.

- Harry. Hi.
- Hi.

Wedding bells?

Oh, don't. Two weeks to go and
the bloody caterer's just pulled out.

No, you won't find
any pictures of James.

- Sorry.
- Not even as a child.

Mind you...

Never mind.

Having said that, it doesn't
mean you don't have...

mixed feelings about his death.

Especially if he...
was murdered.

You're very perceptive.

He was your brother.

Even with the cancer,
he was strong as an ox.

Could've lived another 20 years.

So... my chaps spent the
day digging into Daniel Kessler.

Bit of a ladies'
man, our Daniel.

Intimate with rafts of female police
officers, but we'll get to that later.

My chaps would kill me if
they knew you'd seen this -

it was obtained
somewhat illegally.

Oh, really? Can something,
er, be "somewhat illegal?"

I'd live in a much
smaller house if it couldn't.

What is this?

Sodomized corpse of Craig
Potter - drug dealer and pimp.

First officers on the scene were
Detective Inspector Daniel Kessler

and Detective Sergeant
Andrea Bridges.

Fret not.

I was working when Kruger
and Pretty Boy were killed.

Approximately 137
cameras will bear that out.

Oh, my God, it's hot.

Hey, look who's here!

Mum! Where have
you been? You're late.

Looks like one of Craig's
rivals worked him over.

What about the blood?

Slipped in it, didn't I?

You'd better not
have AIDS, you dirty...!

Nah. No reception.
Call from the street.

Andrea?

Found him like this, didn't we?

Oh, we...

Together.

Things have changed, Daniel.
A blind man can see that.

Please don't make
me have to call security.

He's not himself.

Come on, she
doesn't believe that.

He's holding the baby over
her - it's bloody obvious!

He's angry about something.

And it's not about
Rachel Kruger or this case.

He just thinks it is.

What is it with you and the ladies, eh?
Just doesn't quite pan out, does it, Leo?

Gotcha!

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