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Bloody racket!

Let's go.

You see, she's trying not to cry.

I thought they weren't starting until the weekend.

Well, it is the weekend, Ian. A long one, starting this afternoon. And you

have booked it off, too.

Yes, our client confirmed.

My list is full at the moment.

Right, now, if you don't mind...

I've got a final session due shortly.

Well, then.

See you Tuesday.

Oh, Tony, it's that weirdo again.

No law against being a weirdo. Lucky for you.

Platinus Hispanica, a mighty London plane.

Yeah, there's a lot of them about.

And I never tire of tending them. I'm talking about them.

When you've been around these old -timers as long as I have, you get to

their energy.

This one's weary.

I know how it feels.

So it stands its ground and bears witness for... Incoming Fitwood, south

corner, my angle.

I was worried you might be away for the weekend.

I'm just here.

What about you?

Stuck in Germany, unfortunately.

My mother's carer was off sick and I can't get a flight back to London until

tomorrow now.

I'm expecting a delivery. You couldn't go to the flat and wait for it, could

you?

Um... Bring me back some of that marzipan I like and it's a deal.

Thank you.

Winding up.

Bearing in mind this is your final session, it might be helpful to reflect

where you are now as compared to how you were feeling when we started your

therapy.

I feel ready.

Ready to trust and to be loved, I think.

I believe you are, Daisy.

And I'm so very glad.

I hope you're proud.

Bye for now.

Good night.

See you.

Thank you.

You're not going to fit in the whole weekend, are you?

No, I'm... I'm fine.

Let's talk when I'm back from Bath, okay?

Have a good one.

Hey! Hey, hey! You need to move, you're too close to my car.

Sorry, mate, breaking for lunch.

Lunch. Only 11am.

Some of us start early, sweetheart.

Soup monkeys.

Fancy parking spaces wouldn't exist if we didn't look after these old beauties.

They don't realise their bad juju is recorded in every annual growth ring of

these elder statesmen's mighty trunks.

I'll look up the van.

The Unicaf? Yeah. You go on ahead.

I'm going to put some flyers out around the area while we're here, and I'll

catch you later.

Here, give us both a laugh.

Key this car while I'm gone.

You should have known I couldn't do it.

I should have tried.

Take a breath.

Scan your body where you're feeling tension.

Couple of controlled breaths.

Then tell me about it.

Sorry, can you excuse me for a moment, Kelly?

Yeah. Uh -huh.

What?

I think it's a loose connection.

Because the lights are flickering and my piano shorted last night.

I know it's a public holiday, but I need an electrician.

Well, my flight's on time, so we should be well on the way to Wicklow before any

mad traffic.

Oh, hold on.

I better take this.

How much?

Oh, you have got to be joking.

It's a houseboat, not Wembley Stadium.

No, no, no, yeah.

Yeah, no, that's all right.

Yeah.

Book me in.

Understood.

Yeah.

Layla?

Right. I'm on my way.

Astrid?

Max. You at home?

Yes. I was going to call and thank you for stepping in for me.

Oh.

Maybe you could return the favour.

Ian Franklin, 51, psychotherapist.

Bludgeoned to death, it looks like.

Almost certainly with his own lamp.

Effective.

Victim was in the middle of an online therapy session.

The client called it in.

So we have an eyewitness.

Didn't see the assailant, seemingly.

Franklin muted the session and it all happened off camera.

Good thing is, he says, Franklin recorded it.

It's the type of therapy they do. We need to see that footage now.

The back door has been jimmied and there's a blood smear going out that

The victim's blood?

I'm not speculating.

Well, it looks like a panicked escape anyway.

Robbery gone wrong, perhaps?

The drawers were rifled but nothing obvious taken. Victim's wallet was in

pocket. Cash and cards.

Could have been disturbed.

There's no CCTV in the building, but the victim would have had to buzz anyone in

himself. Cleaner, other offices.

He shares these rooms with another therapist, Charlotte Twist, but she was

for the weekend.

Mr Franklin was alone.

Apparently not.

That's me trying to get the kids to school every morning.

You wanted outside.

I left him working yesterday afternoon.

He was determined to come in today because he had a client.

Khalid Hassan.

We've seen the footage.

Is it normal to tape your clients?

Yeah.

It's part of the process in ISTDP.

We only keep them long enough to study with the clients as part of their

treatment.

And the tapes are confidential.

Not when a murder occurs in the middle of recording.

You'll want to see this.

It's yesterday's post.

A couple of estate agents' details.

And this.

Oh, my God.

I know who sent that.

Well, I don't know, but it's got to be him.

There was a client last year, Nathan...

Nathan Dick.

He initially presented with depression, history of personality disorders, ADHD

on top, but things deteriorated when he came off his meds. This was Mr

Franklin's client or yours?

Ian's. Although we consult each other as part of the process, it's peer

supervision. Anyway, Nathan stopped recognising boundaries. He started

inundating Ian with emails, voicemails, texts.

I'll check for them. And then he was arrested.

For trying to enter the offices uninvited.

Well, if he was arrested, we'll have a custody image on file.

Oh, it's all on record.

Our regulatory body was helping Ian with legal advice and a restraining order.

It happened.

Idealisation of the therapist.

I imagine you'll have an address for Mr Diggs?

Ah, well, I don't know, because it all peaked a few months ago and then

living situation became chaotic. But...

Oh, we should have a GP's number in the office, because Ian was liaising with

them when things started to spiral. Perhaps you could show me where.

You're telling me that someone has killed my husband?

Yes, I am.

We're trying to find out who it was.

He's dead.

I'm so sorry.

But we need to know your whereabouts this morning, between 11 and 12.

Mine?

I've been here all day, cooking for the weekend.

And your daughter?

Emma, too.

She got up late and then she went out for a run, I think.

But... You can't think.

I mean... This just can't be happening.

I'd like you to look at this photo, Mrs. Franklin.

Do you recognise this man?

Did your husband ever talk to you about a problem client?

Nathan Dix.

The one they caught trespassing at the practice.

I didn't know his name.

Ian's very diligent about keeping his professional life confidential.

Oh, my God.

Has he been in this house as well? Could he have found this photo elsewhere?

On social media, perhaps?

It's my profile picture.

I'm going to need permission to access your account.

Are we being stalked?

Are we in danger?

Because... My daughter and I are alone now.

Emma.

Where's Dad?

Anything?

GP surgery's closed for the weekend.

I'm chasing.

Last known address was a hostel in Shepherd's Bush.

No phone or online presence, not in his own name, at least.

OK, listen up.

Ian Franklin practised intensive short...

Intensive short -term dynamic psychotherapy, that's ISTDP for short,

specialising in patients with anxiety, depression, trauma and behavioural

disorders. Thank you.

We can place the time of death between 11 .20 when the assault itself was

recorded and 11 .55 when the police arrived.

Now. Ian had practiced for 20 years, married to wife Martha for nearly as

daughter Emma, 19, still living at home.

The assailant broke in through the back door but left no fingerprints at the

scene. No known witnesses apart from Khalid Hassan, the online client who

it in.

There's a tree surgery outfit working on the street outside, Picard's.

They were on a break at the time of the murder, but they noted a man matching

Nathan Dix's description hanging around the day before. That, combined with the

statement from Charlotte Twist, Ian Franklin's business partner of two

means that tracing Nathan is our top priority.

Layla and I are going to talk to the eyewitness.

Meantime, I need a list of all of Franklin's clients and contacts,

those he's seen most recently.

I'll try to take a couple of days leave when I can. I'm just sore, almost the

kind.

Yeah.

Well, try not to find for me too much.

Uh, Helen's not a happy camper either.

Oh, John's literally a happy camper.

There are six of us hiking the Wicklow Way, so he's going on without me. Just

ice my cake, you know?

Well, Helen hasn't got a choice.

We've got my parents and her mum and stepdad visiting.

And it's too late to cancel.

Oh, there are advantages to dating an older man.

One parent and a home.

And I didn't say that.

And there are advantages to being stuck at work.

I didn't say that either.

Let's go.

The witness has OCD, apparently, so maybe no shaking hands.

I want to, I swear, I'm not trying to be obstructive.

It's the risk factor, the germs.

We can wear masks if you like.

You don't understand.

I have a phobia.

I was making progress.

All this with Ian. I can't get it out of my head.

It must have been an awful shock.

We do understand, Mr. Hassan.

But we really need to talk to you.

Then talk.

I'm here.

You can video call me if that helps.

We have your number, Mr. Hassan.

Ending 0 -2 -2 -1, yes?

That's me.

Tell us about what you saw.

Did it seem that Mr Franklin was expecting someone?

No, nobody has ever interrupted before.

Therapy... Ian wouldn't answer the door, not unless it was an emergency.

I'm passing you a photo through the letterbox.

Can you tell us if it's someone you recognise?

Hassan?

Khalid? I... I don't know.

Maybe?

There's something... Is it just a power of suggestion?

He used to be a client of Ian Franklin's.

Why, you have seen him at the practice.

I've... never actually been to the practice.

Jess? What have you got for me?

Nathan, GP got back. We've got an address.

A grandmother in Belgravia.

We're Chelsea CID.

Detective Inspector Arnold and Detective Sergeant Walsh. Thank you,

Ferguson.

My grandson has been staying here for a while. He's not been quite well.

We need to question Nathan urgently, Mrs. Dix.

I understand.

But it would be best if I remained for reassurance, if you see.

We've been getting back on track with Nathan's medicine and establishing a

healthy routine.

He needs a little support, but he's getting there.

Do sit down.

You've injured yourself, Nathan.

I told you.

Cutting is a symptom of a more turbulent inner climate. But as I say, we're on

the mend.

Yeah.

You're here because of the texts and emails, aren't you?

But I've not broken any rules and it's not a crime to walk down the street.

But it is illegal to stalk people, Nathan.

And send hate mail.

What hate mail? I just... I only wanted to see him again.

Come on, Nathan.

Is this from you, Mr Dix?

I never sent that.

Nothing like that. I wouldn't... Did Ian say I did?

No, he didn't.

We found it in his office.

Just let me speak to him, please. I don't want him to think I'd do something

like that. Sit down, Nathan.

You can't speak to Ian Franklin because he's dead.

Where were you this morning at 11 .20, Nathan?

I

can

assure you...

I was with Nathan all day.

We have a routine.

It's what the doctor advised after his recent breakdown.

We have our pills, then breakfast, then a good walk to the gym in Mayfair. We

cut through the park. Which gym was it?

We'll need to check.

Of course. I hope you do.

It's a private club.

Bannerman Health.

Nothing significant in his room.

So it's a freshly laundered gym kit back in its bag.

Well, from this morning. In this house, we wash our sweaty clothes after

exercise. You do understand this is a murder investigation, Mrs. Dix.

We want to help, Detective.

It's a tragedy.

What will I do now, Grandma?

I know you're sad.

It is sad.

But we'll find someone else to help you.

That's what we've been building to, you see.

Getting well enough to have face -to -face therapy again. It's no use if

not feeling yourself.

I wasn't feeling myself when I went to see Ian.

I know I shouldn't have gone, but... I just wanted to say sorry for making him

feel cross.

I wanted to let him know it wouldn't happen again and that it was okay to

back. This was when?

When he was arrested for harassment, last summer, went to visit Mr. Franklin

uninvited, as it were.

How did you get into the practice, Nathan?

I just waited till someone else came out and then just

walked in and hid in the toilet till the end of session was over.

You never interrupt a session.

It might be a good idea to have a lie down, matey.

You've had a bit of a shock.

Thank you, Ferguson.

I think I should share some of the background with you, if I may.

Was that actual Downton Abbey?

More likely cows.

Nathan's parents used to lock him in the cellar for days at a time as punishment

for bad behaviour. They called it house arrest.

He was six years old.

That's literally torture.

Nathan was diagnosed with ADHD as an adult, but who knows how bad his

were made or even caused by the abuse.

He was finally taken into care until his maternal grandmother applied for

custody. And she's done her best to atone ever since.

Obviously, we'll want to check all that against Franklin's own notes, but

Charlotte Twist confirmed he believed it to be a safe relationship.

So did Nathan's GP.

Mrs Dix has been focused on trying to get Nathan's mental health back on track

and some sort of independent living. But buying him a flat on his own was a

mistake, apparently.

Unsupervised, he stopped taking his meds and things went downhill.

But he definitely has a solid alibi for the murder.

Well, the gym confirms Nathan and his gran checked in and out with facial

recognition security.

We've got the CCTV recording.

And who killed Ian Franklin?

We have the full list of Ian's clients.

Khalid Hassan was his only one today, but these are the people he saw most

recently. Only two people actually came into the practice yesterday.

One of them was a client of Charlotte's, but she and her parents flew to

Mallorca yesterday evening. And the other was a Daisy Phillips.

Of course, there was Charlotte, but there's been no answer so far. She may

away. I've drawn a blank so far on Franklin's phone, emails, bank account,

it's early days.

I want to know who sent that.

Could still be Nathan, even if he's not the killer.

Mac's at Charlotte Twist.

She wants permission to fetch some files from the crime scene.

Tell her I'll meet her there.

You and Jess call on this Daisy Phillips.

trying to track her down.

You can check these, but I do need to start making arrangements.

How well do you know Ian's family?

Would you know if there were problems?

Oh, he wouldn't have talked to me.

I mean, the daughter sounds like a bit of a handful.

But that's just what I gleaned from his telephone conversations with his wife.

What about his wife, Martha?

Ah, well, I met her a couple of times. I liked her.

She seemed very quiet, but Ian... Ian was quite alpha, so it probably worked

for them.

When you say alpha... Well, very... very sure of himself.

I mean, I don't think Martha could say boo to a goose, but I suppose everyone

has their breaking point.

So it would seem.

Phone's going straight to voicemail.

Do you know a Daisy Phillips?

I'm Letitia, her flatmate.

Why?

I've been trying to call her too.

Tell her I was coming home early.

Had a fight with my boyfriend.

Jess?

Daisy, can you hear me?

Ambulance to flat 2, 27 St Thomas' Road.

Red 1, adult female, mid -30s, suspected overdose.

She really wanted to get well.

She's unresponsive, but breathing was just... She saved all her money

to get the best treatment.

Like, every penny.

What was she suffering from, Letitia?

Anxiety, depression.

She grew up in care, fostering.

There was some bad stuff happened.

Like...

It's complicated.

Is there any next of kin that we could call?

Even distant?

No one.

Not that I know of, anyway.

Had anything changed recently?

Only for the better.

She was finishing her therapy.

I think she might have even met someone.

Spike?

I don't know.

I do know she wanted to get out there.

She was optimistic.

Till last night.

I think something had happened, but I was in a hurry to leave and...

OK.

OK, thanks, Leila. No, keep me posted.

Can it be a coincidence that one of Ian's last clients, Daisy Phillips, just

attempted suicide?

Well... Suicidal ideation is not unusual in our business, but I'd be

surprised if Ian stopped her treatment if he thought she was in a bad place.

In fact, no.

No, he was really pleased with her progress. We discussed it.

And who is Spike?

Ah, I don't know.

But I can check her tapes if you'd like. Oh, er, I'll take the tapes. All the

recent ones.

They're evidence.

Wait. This is different to Khalid's tape. Daisy can't consent and the attack

didn't take place during her therapy. No, but she tried to kill herself

after and I want to know why.

Are you suggesting she had something to do with it?

Anyone who visited the practice in the last few days is of interest to us.

You and your own clients included.

Your fight or flight response is malfunctioning for good reason, Daisy.

I think you're very brave.

I want you to recognize that.

I do.

I mean, I'm not afraid anymore, I don't think.

But when I am, I understand it.

It doesn't feel, you know, disastrous.

She's in intensive care, still unconscious.

She doesn't look strong enough to bludgeon anyone.

If she caught him unawares... What's the motive?

Maybe she didn't want to end her therapy.

Maybe he insisted and she couldn't handle being cut loose.

I haven't found anything that even hints at that yet.

I hope you're proud.

Bye for now.

We've got her last few sessions, and they're 90 minutes long, so there's a

to trawl through, but so far, there's no mention of any spike.

She seems just like her flatmate described her, optimistic.

Maybe her ODing is just coincidence.

Check this out.

Where's your father?

Wait for it.

The picture behind her.

Oh, my God, the tree surgeon.

He took a statement.

I don't suppose he mentioned he was a peeping Tom.

At the very least.

We might be able to catch them before they clock off.

Where's the gaffer?

At the cafe.

Around the corner.

You take it in turns going up?

Uh, Ross mostly. He's got more experience with pruning.

Oh yeah?

How long have you been working for Ross then?

About a year.

Why? We're just filling in some gaps I forgot to ask this morning.

You not.

I like buses.

Never around when you need one.

But when you're after a quiet bite to eat.

Who was at the tree this morning when the therapist was attacked?

We were on lunch.

I said, I said, didn't I?

Before you broke for lunch, then.

What's with... No, what, what is with it?

You in some kind of trouble?

Not that I know of.

Yet.

So, I have to take a train car up a tree with a blindfold on. Oh, and here comes

another book. Charmer.

Does it look like Mr. Pickard here is craning his neck to see through the

window? Oh, it's got to be said.

It does look a bit like voyeurism.

What do I want to voy in a shrink's office?

You tell us, Ross.

It's looking a bit wrong.

Look, I'm a tree surgeon, not a pervert.

I didn't do anything dumb, man.

And I never saw any murder.

But... I did see a bit of a to -and -fro between her and the dead guy.

Oh, yeah. The therapist.

They were having words.

I could hear her shouting at him.

Lion bastard?

Words to that effect.

When was this?

Yesterday. About an hour before that.

Is this absolutely necessary?

Your assistance is duly appreciated.

Because I'm really quite up against it rescheduling Ian's client list for the

next few weeks at least.

You can't just cancel.

These are real people with real trauma.

And now their therapist has been murdered, I have a duty of care.

Don't they get to say who sees them?

Well, sure, yes, eventually, but there's a mechanism in place. It's like a

safety net. We all designate someone who will inherit our clients in the event

of our death.

Mine was Ian, Ian's was me.

Good thing you'll be able to squeeze them all in.

I've seen your client list, it's only half as full as Ian's.

There's a natural ebb and flow.

And Ian charged more.

My rates are client variable.

But you'll be keeping Ian's clients on the higher rate, I assume.

For now.

One could say it's worked out rather well for you.

I don't like the insinuation, Detective Inspector. Can you please remind me why

you had me come here?

Oh.

I want to ask you about a row you had with Ian yesterday.

You were overheard shouting.

I lost my temper, that's all.

Ian had once again taken a referral that was intended for me. He made some

excuse, saying he was better suited to the brief, but it was underhand.

Ian was very competitive.

Alpha, I think you said this morning.

Yeah.

And I felt sorry for his wife and daughter, if you must know.

Yes, I must.

Well, then.

He was a greedy, egotistical bully.

And I told him, if he insisted on taking the lion's share of the referrals, then

he should be paying the lion's share of the rent.

He told me to up my game.

I think he had a bit of a God complex going on.

It wasn't just about vocation for Ian. It was about being seen to be the best.

It was about his ego.

I have to ask you again, Charlotte.

Where were you this morning when Ian Franklin was murdered?

I was home, alone, browsing estate agents, because if Ian hadn't died, I

planning to leave.

Are you okay, darling?

We can talk if you want to.

I want to be left alone.

Hey.

Thank you.

I thought it.

But it took longer than expected.

Because he charges by the hour.

She?

It was a woman.

Can I get you a drink to say thank you?

I helped myself.

And I don't want to be here when you see the bill.

I take it you've already looked.

No comment.

I brought that marzipan.

To sweeten the pill.

Marahe.

Yeah,

you and your friend.

Just me and Spike.

at the old caravan.

Nobody wanted.

But it was like a sanctuary.

Nobody bothering us.

Nobody trying to get in my room at night.

I felt safe.

I got rated them after that.

Nothing could top it.

You want to know the worst time?

Do you want to tell me?

When they caught us, they accused Spike of coercing me.

The only guy I ever really trusted.

Apart from you.

And they kicked him out.

Blocked me back in with my abusers.

Oh, shit.

Hope died for me that day.

Hi, Ashley.

Max, what are you doing sitting in the dark?

Cursing my electrician.

And be quick, my laptop's running out of charge.

So it's a yes on the lamp, as suspected.

The murder weapon, which does make it look opportunistic rather than planned.

That's our theory so far.

Max, lips.

I also found a small area of... Foreign blood on the head wound.

Foreign? They could have been there before, but unlikely at that precise

location.

I'll know more when the lab can clean up my sample. Everything's taking longer,

thanks to the bank holiday.

Thanks, Ashley.

Let me know when you have something.