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'Your mother's left me.

'She's found somebody else.'

I-I think
she doesn't love me any more.

'How about I make us
a nice cup of tea, '

and then we'll go look
for her together?

Come on.

Jasper!

What are you doing here?

I wish to speak with you.

But it's not even... seven o'clock
yet, so,

ring back after nine
and make an appointment.

Like everyone else.

I have a great deal of lost time
to make up for.

Very well. Come on in.

- Thank you.
- It's me who should be thanking you.

I'm not sure
I would have got Dad home

and settled so easily without you.

Well, I can't believe
you never said anything.

Yeah, well, it's no-one's business
but ours, so...

I'm sorry, Dan,
for not trusting you.

And I'm sorry for... you know.

Taking advantage of me.

- It was a moment of weakness.
- And another moment of weakness.

Hm-mm. I'm sorry.
It must be doing your head in.

Oh, stop apologising

and, um...

get back into bed.

Oh!

Morning! Housekeeping.

Dr Hill?

Excuse me, thank you.

Doesn't look good.

It isn't.

I can smell gas.

The father may have died from it.

Maybe the son, possibly both.

What about the girl?

Hard to say.

Some kind of internal trauma,
but beyond that I'll be guessing.

- Do I recognise her from somewhere?
- Maybe the TV.

Dr Harriet Hill, AKA Dr Death
to our friends in the tabloid press.

She's a prominent campaigner
for assisted dying

according to her website.

Here. Let me.

Urgh! There we go.

Dan?

That's right, Mr Donckers. Dan.

Rabbit. I've already told him
I'm gonna be late this morning.

- Yeah, he already texted me.
- Should one of us call him back?

Not me. I've got the day off.

Oh, have you got a date with the TV
in your boxers on the sofa?

I'm meeting a friend, actually.

Sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

- It's, uh... It's not Dina.
- Forget it, Dan.

Forget this whole thing, in fact.

Lis, um...

...she finished with me.

- She finished with you?
- Uh-huh.

Apparently, I got on a little
too well with one of her friends.

I don't know who it is.

Right.

I sense resistance, Jasper.

Hostility, even, towards this...
process that we're undertaking,

towards the very idea
of re-examining your past.

Do not dwell on the past.

Do not dream of the future.

Concentrate the mind
on the present moment.

Buddha.

Study the past
if you would divine the future.

Confucius.

Have you any previous experience
of psychoanalysis?

In my teenage years,
my mother hoped

it would alleviate
my compulsive traits.

And you weren't impressed
by the outcomes?

Quacks and mountebanks.
Every last one of them.

Paid a fortune to parrot
my own thoughts back at me.

Oh, but here you are,
40 years later seeking my help.

These sessions, er...

in your teenage years,
did they involve hypnosis?

- Invariably.
- Right.

It is often used
to surface repressed memories

of childhood trauma,

but it has been suggested

that it can also lead
to delusional disorders.

Delusional disorders?

Well, specifically
false memory syndrome.

Sorry, ma'am.

Boss.

Oh, my God!

You picked a bad morning
for a lie-in, DS Donckers.

- Well, what happened?
- It's all in here.

I don't need to tell you, Paul,
we need the postmortem reports

- as quickly as possible.
- I'm working on it.

Should I tell DS Winters
to cancel his day off?

No, you leave him be.
Once we've established causes

of their deaths we can begin to
figure out what order they died in

and who did what to whom.

Feet up, shoes off.
Champagne.

- It's almost like she's celebrating.
- I thought the same.

We can't ignore that she's an
outspoken supporter of euthanasia.

No, which means
our working hypothesis must be

that she killed her family for
some reason before killing herself.

Until proven otherwise.

I'm heading back,
see what else we can find on her.

Your memory of pointing a gun
at your father may be real, Jasper,

but this memory of pulling
the trigger that so obsesses you,

I believe may be false.

A confabulation?

An unreal implant or indoctrination.

Call it what you will.

It may be a manifestation of guilt

that you feel
about your father's death.

It's not at all uncommon

for children of people
who've taken their own lives

to-to blame themselves
for their parents' death.

And to feel that...

that-that somehow they...

Weren't lovable enough?

To give them reason to go on living.

In seeking to, er...

recover and confront the painful
memories of childhood trauma,

which your younger self
naturally has tried to repress,

you may be confusing the real
with the imaginary,

and so you've created
an-an unresolved mystery

around the death of your father.

The sort of mystery it would require
an eminent criminologist to solve.

Well, like your chosen career,

your OCD is also
a reaction to the chaos

that defined your formative years.

I attempt to contain and control it.

Mm.

If you want to change your obsessive
thoughts and behaviours, Jasper,

I suggest you need to face
your fears about your past,

and try and understand
your phobia of intimacy, Jasper.

Looking for a ride?

Yeah, not from some wide boy
in a Chelsea tractor.

Come on, we're gonna be late.

You look the part.

All I need is a earpiece
and a shoulder holster.

Well, I'm glad
you changed your mind.

- Yeah, I hope I will be.
- Relax.

It'll be the easiest money
you've ever made. Guaranteed.

Are you sure this is a good idea,
Jasper?

Not entirely, Mother.
Germs and intimacy.

For me,
he is the full phobic package.

Well, do take care of him.

I shall treat him as well
as I would treat you.

That's what worries me.
I hope you have insurance at least?

Ah.
That sounds a trifle superfluous.

He's a pedigree.

He's potent and he'll hump anything
that moves.

With the price
of puppies such as it is,

he's a veritable canine gold mine.

I shall speak to my insurer
and add him to my home and contents.

Thank you, Mother.

'Ladies and gentlemen,
please indicate if any of you'

are regular readers
of the Cambridge Courier?

Occasional, perhaps?

You are a generation obsessed
with the narcissistic posturings

and mindless witterings of attention
junkies from the far flung reaches

of the planet,
yet with your snouts buried deep

in the sulphurous trough
of social media,

you've failed to notice
the multitudes

that land daily
on your own doorsteps.

Local media is a treasure trove
for the would-be criminologist.

Familicide.

A rare
but regrettably growing subset

of the broader category of homicide

in which an individual
kills multiple close family members

before killing themselves.

In 90 percent of cases of spousal
murder, ladies and gentlemen,

it is the man
who is the perpetrator.

But when the murder of one
or more children is also involved,

it is just as likely to be
the mother

who has committed the crime
as the father.

Now, at the risk of exposing myself
to all sorts of Freudian nonsense,

are any of you budding Sherlocks
willing to venture an explanation?

So it's as likely to be
the husband as Dr Hill herself,

even though she's a very high
profile supporter of assisted dying?

Statistically, yes,

assuming it is a straightforward
case of familicide.

What else would it be?

Euthanasia is
a controversial subject,

much like false memory syndrome.

It stirs up anger, division,
violent disagreement.

You're suggesting
she may have been a target

for her outspoken views, then?

I do not wish to speculate,
only to keep your mind open

to the existence
of other possibilities.

- Crikey, what are they?
- Some kind of sedative, I think.

- Well, someone was feeling anxious.
- Very anxious, I'd say.

For one of the kids, you reckon?

For the daughter, Madeline.
Take a look at these,

case files, I think,
one for every person she's advised

on assisted dying
for some charity she works for.

I'll need to get some legal advice
before we can take a proper look.

Do you think we might be looking
at a disgruntled family member,

someone who blames Dr Hill
for the death of a loved one

who's decided to take revenge?

Well, if that's the case,

we're gonna be dealing with
a bloody long list of suspects.

Yeah.

- Boss, can you take a look at this?
- All right.

Oi, what do you reckon, then?

What, about those two?

No!

- Briefcase.
- What about it?

What's inside?

I mean, it could be anything -
diamonds, cash,

anthrax powder, missile codes.

It doesn't bother you
not knowing what we're involved in?

We're getting paid good money
to keep our noses clean

and our eyes averted, Dan.

Don't mess up a good thing
by asking stupid questions.

Yeah, but we can't afford...

'Madeline!'

'Madeline, can you stop
making that noise, please?'

'Get of my room!'

- 'Get out! Get out!
- Stop making that noise!

'I don't want you here,
just get out!'

MUSIC: 'Mrs Brown'
by Janko Nilovic

Nice work, Dan.

That's for you.

There must be a grand in there.

It's the going rate.

You're sure this is all kosher?

Relax. It's fine.

What, you wanna give it back?

Nah, you're all right.

You can make double that
working nights.

There's a job this Thursday.

8pm till the early hours
if you fancy it?

Maybe.

Yeah, why not?

I'm going home before I do something
to someone I may regret.

You're welcome, Professor.

Where's the dog?

The dog?

You know, so high.

Unfortunate disposition.

Looks like a cross
between a slipper and a gerbil.

If he's up there,
then what are you doing down here?

Looking for a suitable replacement.

I think
it's been fairly traumatising

for the people
connected to the family.

- Yeah.
- Thank you for joining us, Jasper.

Do you have a dog, Professor?

Do not be absurd.

OK. I've been given
a verbal briefing

on the result of the postmortems.

It seems clear that Dr Hill
overdosed

on a large quantity of sedatives.

Tranquilisers.
Anti-anxiety medication.

The overdose threshold
is lowered considerably

when taken with alcohol.

She used to work at some kind
of hospice, didn't she?

That's right, boss,
palliative care home.

Do we think that she got
the drugs from there, from work?

We found a large quantity of the
same medication at the house, ma'am.

And a trace in her husband's blood

at a lower concentration, which
suggests it was his prescription,

even though he died
of carbon monoxide poisoning.

- From the gas?
- No, that's the son.

Car exhaust for the husband.

The levels of nitrous oxide
are the giveaway.

Does that mean
we can rule him out

from involvement
in the other deaths?

I mean, he could hardly
have sat back down on the sofa

after gassing himself in his motor.

Unfortunately not.

We could be dealing with
a number of different combinations

of murder and suicide.

So, what else have you learned
about Dr Hill that could help?

We spoke to the manager of
the care home a couple of hours ago.

It's, um... devastating.

Her fellow doctors, the nurses,

the patients particularly,
were all in a state of shock.

We're supposed to be celebrating
her ten-year work anniversary,

champagne, cake,
a party after hours.

It's turned into a wake.

How did she seem to you
at the party?

A little subdued, maybe,
not her usual self.

She was anxious to get home.
Left the party early.

Did you put that down to anything?

Kenny Holland.

She puts ideas in her head.

Stay away from my girl!
Do you understand?

Do you understand?

His daughter, Stacey,
a national diving champion,

paralysed from a neck down
in a freak accident at 17.

What a waste.

Can she hear us?

She drifts in and out.

Before her condition worsened,
she expressed the wish to travel

to Switzerland to end her life.

It's supposed to be next month.

Her mum's very supportive.

- But her dad?
- Don't tell me...

Violently opposed.

He's very angry.

Stay away from my girl,
do you understand?

Well, she often travels with her
patients to Zurich unofficially

in case they need medical care
on the journey,

but in this case she decided not to.

She told me
at her anniversary party.

Do you think she was scared off
by Kenny Holland's threats?

'Sounds a promising line of inquiry.'

Except it would take a cool hand
and a cold heart

to arrange these deaths
to look so exactly like suicides.

Not a hot-head hell bent on revenge.

Point taken. We should still
look into it, though.

Don't tell me, focus on the family.

The husband shows traits
of neurosis, emotional instability.

We did a bit of digging,
spoke to the housekeeper.

Apparently, he's a bit
of a neat freak,

obsessed with order
and his son's routine.

Yeah,
Alexander is diagnosed autistic.

He's high functioning,
but with complications, er...

ADHD and epilepsy.

Nicholas has been his primary carer
for the last ten years

since giving up his job
as a medical journalist.

He suffered a psychotic episode.
Attacked a colleague physically?

- Yeah. He even wrote about it.
- There's this.

Madeline!

- Madeline, could you stop making that noise?
- Get of my room!

- What's going on?
- He's being a freak again!

Get him out of my room!

Don't speak to your brother
like that.

- Oh, you always take his side!
- No, I'm not.

- I just ask you to stop sh...
- I hate you!

- 'I'm going to Alice's.
- It's all right, son...'

Alice was her best friend.

According to her, Madeline
talked about harming herself.

It was all over her laptop.
Stuff about suicide.

Memes, videos, social media posts.

And DI Rabbit found this
on Dr Hill's desk.

Yeah, the parents paid for Madeline
to go see a child psychologist.

And yet the postmortem
clearly states

that she died
of a severely broken neck.

It's hard to see how that
could have been self-inflicted,

especially
as there are no rope marks.

Anything you'd like to share,
Professor?

You sound like my therapist.

Speaking of which.

- Mother.
- Jasper, my boy.

Do you remember dear old Basil?

How could I forget?

Your childhood companion
until you declared him unhygienic

and consigned him to the attic.

I thought he might be more receptive
to your ministrations

than poor old Kafka.

I can not invite you in, Mother.

Can not, or-or will not?

I have company.

At this time of night?

How intriguing!

Mother.

Er, Mother. Tatiana, Tatiana, er...
this is my mother,

Mrs Adelaide Tempest.

Pleased to meet you.

The pleasure's all mine.

I'm interviewing Tatiana for
a vacancy as my new intimacy coach.

Well, she looks eminently
well qualified.

I-I have a resume.

Well, Mother,
as they say, three's a crowd.

Don't worry. I can take a hint.

I don't need to look, dear.

No previous experience
could possibly prepare you

for working with Jasper.
Good luck, dear.

Hi.

It suits you.

- Thank you.
- Let me take it off.

- Oh. - Mm.
- Mm.

I could get used to this.

Having you around.

Ah, that was too much too soon.

No! No.

Ah, I don't know, Lis.

I keep on thinking
about what you said

about not mixing work with pleasure.

Yeah, I meant that.

Maybe not in the way that you think.

- So how do you mean it?
- Well,

maybe it's the working bit that
needs to give and not the pleasure.

So, like what?

Well, it's not
an inevitable law of physics

that we have to be partners
in Cambridge CID.

I know that!

I just mean maybe one
of us could ask for a transfer.

I don't know, try something else.

Yeah. Maybe.

Get those off.

What, here?

- Oh, my God, no, I meant the gloves.
- Oh, the gloves.

- Yes.
- I'm afraid the gloves are staying on.

They've become part of me now.

Dan?

Er, I wasn't... I was...
wasn't looking.

Mr Holland?

I'm DS Lisa Donckers.

Nice to see the old bill
are getting a bit more shaggable.

- Excuse me?
- Don't, Dan.

Mr Holland, my colleague and I were
hoping to have a word with you.

My solicitor, you'll get nothing
from me without him.

Look, it's just a bit
of background we're after.

About Dr Harriet Hill.

I told you, no brief, no questions.

She was a patronising bitch.

- What'd you say?
- You heard me.

I'm glad she's dead.

Come on, missy, walk away.

Lis.

Er, can I help you?

You may try.

Only then will I be able
to ascertain whether you can or not.

I'm sorry?

I have some questions
about Ms Stacey Holland.

And you are?

Professor Jasper Tempest...

...a consultant
with Cambridge Police.

That's a university library card.

May I ask my questions anyway?

Dr Hill must have arranged
the deaths herself.

It just seems
the most obvious explanation.

Superficially, perhaps.

But just because she believed in
allowing people the right to die,

it does not necessarily follow
that she participated

in the deaths of her own children.

It is my surmise

that Dr Hill withdrew
from accompanying Stacey Holland

to Switzerland because
she was an uncomfortable reminder

of her own daughter Madeline
and her suicide threats.

She was terrified
of losing her child,

not hell bent on dispatching her.

Where does that leave us?

We've ruled out Madeline because
of the nature of her injuries

and none of us fancy Nicholas
and the cause of his cause of death.

- Well, what about Alexander?
- Really?

- With his diagnosis?
- Individuals with autism

are just as capable of
acts of violence as the rest of us.

But I concur in not regarding
Alexander as a suspect.

I believe the calculation
involved in arranging the bodies

of his family on the sofa
would've been beyond him.

- Well, that just leaves us...
- Donckers, Winters.

This is DI Lainsborough.

Ah, please, call me Simon.

Simon is
with the regional drug squad.

He's come to me with a question
which I want him to explain to you.

Yeah, I understand that
you've made an approach to question

one Kenneth Joseph Holland,

and for reasons
that I can't go into right now,

I'd like to ask you nicely
to desist,

at least for the time being.

Can we ask why?

Well, Holland runs
a road haulage business

and he's a person
of considerable interest to us,

- has been for quite some time.
- How long's for the time being?

Couple of weeks, a month tops.
He may well be in custody by then,

and hopefully he'll have
20 or 30 years

to answer your questions.

How were you alerted?

Oh, I'm sorry.
We haven't been introduced.

Er, this is
Professor Jasper Tempest,

our consultant criminologist.

How did you know
that DS Donckers

and DS Winters
were making inquiries?

Well, I'm not at liberty to say,
as you can imagine.

All you need to know is that
we are getting intel on Holland

from a variety of sources.

Charming.

We can't question Kenny Holland,

but there's nothing to say we can't
keep digging into his background.

You will be wasting your time
and mine.

At least in relation
to the current inquiry.

Your forensic team has been over
every micrometre of the property.

There's no evidence of violence
or any form of a struggle.

It would be beyond the wit
of the most sophisticated

and imaginative criminal

to stage that gruesome a tableau
without coercion.

Let alone a sausage-fingered
Neanderthal like Kenny Holland.

So where does that leave us?

We now have precisely zero murder
suspects.

It leaves you to make
the logical deduction

that you have precisely
zero murders.

Let us deal with the victims
one by one.

Madeline Hill, age 17,
severe fractures

to the third and fourth cervical
vertebrae leading to asphyxia.

Estimated time of death
between 3 and 4pm.

I have compared
and contrasted a number of scenarios

that might account for
the presence of the broken guitar.

With Alexander at the care centre
and Dr Hill at the clinic

at the time
we believe Madeline died...

- Leave me alone.
- ..only one makes any sense.

Madi, please,
why are you so hostile?

It's Madeline, and I'm hostile

because your pet halfwit
is ruining my life.

Stop calling him that name.

- It's bloody awful.
- There you go again,

taking his side!

I've simply asked you
not to play your guitar

when he's in the house, that's all.

You just try and stop me!

Stop it!

Stop it now!

Madeline!

Oh, no!

Madi! Madi.

I'm here.

Nicholas kept the house
in perfect order,

except for one small detail.

A solitary flaw
in an otherwise immaculate home,

but a fatal one nevertheless.

Why did he carry her to the sofa?

A final gesture of caring,
of concern.

Professor?

Cast your mind back to the kitchen,
Detective Sergeant. What do you see?

Nothing. It was spotless.

Just like how I imagine
your kitchen might look.

Precisely. It is my belief

that the husband may well have
been on the autistic spectrum,

but undiagnosed.

Is that relevant?

Very much so,
to his thought process.

At first, he is gripped by panic.

Then quite a different thought
takes hold.

He is trapped in a tunnel...

...and there is only one way out.

However, it is not uncommon
for fathers

under extreme psychological pressure
to succumb to the delusion

that it will be impossible for their
families to go on without them.

We know that shortly after 6pm,

some time after Madeline's
estimated time of death,

Nicholas picked up Alexander
from the daycare centre.

It is my belief that his dominant
thought was to protect his son

in the only way he knew how,

by killing him
while also killing himself,

Thus turning a tragic accident
into a familicide.

All right, Alex,
today, we'll have a bit of fun.

We'll get to drive.
You are going to drive.

Focus on the road
and you look straight ahead.

Can you prove any of that?

No.
But it is a reasonable deduction

from the forensic report,
which states clearly

that the son's fingerprints
were found on the steering wheel.

He walked from one great danger
into an even more considerable one.

- The gas was still on in the kitchen.
- Precisely.

He would've been
quickly overwhelmed.

Dr Hill then came home
to discover it all.

I imagine
her first thought must have been

that her daughter had finally
followed through on her threats.

Madeline!

Come on!

Poor woman.
It was only gonna get worse.

Urgh.

No!

It's a brilliant theory, Jasper.

Let's put it to the coroner.

Dad, do you remember this?

Mum?

Do you wanna dance?

'I just can't imagine it.

'Someone of that age
wanting to end their life.'

It's a tremendous relief.

However sick or old you are,
to be in control,

to have a choice...

...to die with dignity.