All language subtitles for S19E02

-THOMAS: We've got a suspect
fleeing the scene.

Tony Hamilton.

Everything points to suicide.

Right down to the turned-over
photographs downstairs.

JACK: If that's his thing,
faking suicides,

there could be other killings
we haven't linked yet.

Do this again?

It's her birthday tomorrow.
Would've been her birthday.

NIKKI: Irene Dawes.
A retired nurse.

My findings at the inquest
argued for suicide.

Father Dawes,
is there somewhere
we can talk?

If it turns out you
got it wrong,
you missed a murder.

I can't believe
I'm hearing this.

THOMAS: We'll test for
the anaesthetic spray
we found on Walsh.

-JACK: You just made
an innocent mistake, yeah?

God knows, we all do it
from time to time...

Someone's been in my flat,
I'm sure of it.

TONY: In prison,
I was a target.
Carmichael protected me.

Don't you feel angry about it?
About any of it?

CLARISSA:
I recovered a thumbprint.
Belinda Roach.

Just let me speak to her.
I need you to trust me.

Guilty men
walking the streets.
That is on you!

I'm here to give you
a chance to explain it!

NIKKI: Belinda?

-JACK: Nikki?

-So?
-Evidence of blunt force
trauma to the head.

Wounds are crescent-shaped.

Was she killed here?
Signs of a struggle?

Blood spatter on the tree.
Lower than I'd expect.

So she trips and falls?
Killer strikes
while she's down?

Possible.

Can you show DI Rankin
the torch you recovered?

At a glance,

would you say
the curved wounds

match the lens hood's
shape and size?

At a glance, yes, I would.

I'd also point out
that Nikki Alexander

drew our attention
to the torch.

Well, how helpful of her.
Did she say anything else?

I said I own
a torch just like it.

I need you
to take a step back,
Dr Alexander.

Where is your torch?

-In my case,
in the boot of my car.
-Have you checked it's there?

-No.
-Why not?

Well, why do you think?

Because if it's not,
it's been stolen,

and we'll need to process
my car for trace.

No gloves.

Show me your case.

Will you do the honours,
please, Jack?

It's missing.

It's been taken.

Someone's trying to frame me,
it's obvious!

You know her well,
right? Nikki.

Walking out of
the PM like that,

it was a bit weird.

It's pretty out of character,
I imagine?

You want to know something,
DS Jones, come out and ask it.

What about Father Dawes?

He's got an alibi
for the window
when Walsh was killed.

All four hours?

Afraid so.
All-night soup kitchen
in Newham.

When you arrived
at Professor Roach's,

was she expecting you?

No.

We found two used
wine glasses.

One of them was smashed.

Belinda broke her glass.

-How?
-She lost her temper.

PAMELA: Let's talk about
the murder weapon.
The torch.

It's mine.

It was stolen from my case.
We established that.

Oh, I don't think
we established
anything of the kind.

Now, I don't wish to insult
your intelligence,

but there's a scenario arising
from this evidence

that plays out like this.

You confronted Roach.

Accused her
of killing Dawes and Walsh

as part of a plot to force you
into a professional error.

She humoured you,
then threw you out.

Enraged, you grab a torch
from the boot of your car,
chase her into the garden

and beat her to death.

You say your torch
was stolen from the boot,

but when we checked your car,
it was locked with
no sign of forced entry.

All I can think is
that this was planned
way ahead.

You mean someone
removed the torch
at an earlier opportunity?

Yes.

CALVIN:
When did you last use it?

The night before last.

I came home
and the fuse
had tripped in my flat.

Can you think of anyone
who's had access
to your flat since then?

I was in the neighbourhood.
Wasn't sure what
you were cooking so, um...

PAMELA: Dr Alexander?

Look,
I'm a forensic pathologist.

Why would I be stupid enough
to bludgeon someone

with my own torch, and then
leave it at the scene?

Well, ordinarily,
you wouldn't.

But ordinarily, I daresay,
you wouldn't scream
at your boss

just 'cause
he disagreed with you.

Or go and harass Father Dawes,
not once, but twice!

I didn't harass him.
That's ridiculous!

Or walk out in the middle
of an autopsy.

Or pressure Clarissa Mullery
into suppressing evidence.

But the last 48 hours
have been anything
but ordinary.

From the minute
that you realised
you'd missed a murder,

you went into
a very public spiral

that ended tonight
when you lost it completely.

Look, you don't
actually believe
that I killed her?

You're not serious?

Yes, I was angry,
and no, I shouldn't have
gone there alone,

-but the idea that...
-Anger's a very natural
reaction to what she did.

Killing two strangers
just to make you look shit.

I am far from sure that Roach
killed Dawes and Walsh.

I mean,
she could've been set up,

and used as bait to lure me
to her house.

-By who?
-By whoever killed her!
Who do you think?

Nikki.

You said you're not sure
Roach is behind this.

Why not?
Sounds like she had motive.

Whatever our disagreements,
Belinda was a good person.

So she swapped sides.
Bitterness and old age
will do that.

Well, why would
she wait until now
to even the score?

We found the same
anaesthetic spray
used on Dawes and Walsh

in Roach's fridge.

Test results on the torch
are back.

Hair and blood transfer
match Roach's.

The fingerprints
recovered from the stem
are yours,

and yours alone.

NIKKI: Look,

the common link
between myself
and Professor Roach

is the Hamilton trial.

And I found out tonight
that the DI on that case,
Murray Porter,

died last year
in a drowning accident

that you should take
a closer look at, given
the circumstances of this.

Dr Alexander,
I am arresting you...

-...on the suspicion
of the murder

of Belinda Roach.

You do not have
to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you fail to mention
when questioned

something you later
rely on in court.

She's been arrested.
She's in custody.

Huh. You are joking?

-No.
-Right.

-I'm going down there.
-How's that going to help?

What, so we just abandon her?
Is that it?

-Screw that.
-Jack!

Jack! We keep our heads,

we do our jobs,
we find out what really
happened and we get her out.

In that order.

-Clarissa?
-I'm worried about her.

The way she was
with me tonight...

You're worried
about her welfare,
or what she might've done?

-Jack...
-Now, which is it? Come on.

Both.

Great.

Fantastic.

-Hello?

-Scott...
-Oh, sorry, my phone died.

I left the charger
at my dad's.

Where did you go last night,
after you left the Lyell?

-What...
-Tell me the truth.

Did you follow me?

If I ever meant
anything to you,
just tell me the truth.

-Did I follow you?
-It's not
a complicated question.

Someone was following me,
tailgating me. Was it you?

No, of course not.

-Excuse me?

Excuse me.
Do you have any change?

What?

Shit!

There are contusions
to the top of the skull.

Blows were of sufficient force
to damage the parietal bones.

Location of the wounds
on the crown...

Suggest the victim
was lying prone,

or was on her knees,
when the blows were inflicted.

-Hmm.
-What?

There're no bruises
to her arms or hands.

She didn't try
and shield her head.

She was taken by surprise?
Trusted her assailant.

Jack?

-Jack, you still with me?
-Yeah, go ahead.

There's also a light,
linear laceration
to the top of the head.

Rust, maybe.
Didn't come from the torch.

And what look like thorns
of some kind.

Well, to reach the garden,
you go through
a rose-covered arch.

Made of metal?

Yup, and heavily rusted.

Height?

Mmm, about seven foot.

I've got hair transfer
on the side of the arch.

The length and colour
match Roach's.

I'll send pictures.

Some bruising on the neck

consistent with compression
of the carotid arteries
and jugular veins.

Possibly causing
cerebral ischaemia

and a temporary
hypoxic condition
in the brain.

So, some kind of neck hold?

A carotid hold,
and applied with force.

Can cause unconsciousness
within seconds.

Roach was five-five.

If she hit her head
on this arch,
she was being carried.

And I'll wager by someone
much taller and stronger
than Nikki.

Bloody hell.

There was someone else here.

Look.

A big old boot print.

And...

A fragment of glass.

NEWSCASTER: Last night,
police were called
to the secluded home

of retired
Home Office pathologist,
Dr Belinda Roach.

Although police have
not confirmed details...

-David!

Dad, um, listen, yesterday,
I shouldn't have left you.
I'm... I'm sorry.

-Where did you go?
-I just drove around, really.

-What time did you get home?
-I don't know. Ten, 11:00...

Which?

Dad, I've really got to go.
I'll speak to you later, yeah?

-NEWSCASTER: Although police
have not confirmed details,

our understanding is
that Dr Roach
was the victim

-of a violent
and fatal attack.

The bruising on the throat,
the... The carotid hold,
the boot print,

the victim being lifted
off the ground
for a distance of 30 yards!

The boot prints
could have been left
by anyone at any time.

Wrong.

They were left in
a bactericidal detergent
called Sanify,

which contains
a gelling agent.

According to Nikki,

Roach had a blocked drain
and was using the detergent

-when she arrived at 8.30.
-According to Nikki.

Yeah! Now, this detergent
has a drying time
of 45 minutes,

suggesting the prints
were left between
8:30 and 9:15.

Sanify was also present
on a shard of glass

which may have transferred
from the killer's boot tread.

Dr Alexander was drawn
to Roach's house

by the discovery
of the latter's thumbprint,
agreed?

Evidence you suppressed.

One error.
One slip-up by an otherwise
forensically airtight killer.

Unless it's not
an error at all.
It's bait.

Oh, total supposition.
You're supposed
to be a scientist.

And scientists are trained
to interrogate anomalies.
This is an anomaly.

-So, what's your point?
-In all but one respect,

planting someone's prints
is quite straightforward,

if you know what you're doing.

CLARISSA: You lift
someone's prints,
from a paper cup, say,

make a reverse latent,

and from that, strike a mould
of the original print.

PAMELA:
"In all but one respect"?

Fingerprints
have to be left
in something.

Most of the time, it's sweat,
which means shed skin cells,

-which means...
-DNA.

I re-examined the thumbprint
from the clock.

No DNA.

Even if she was duped
into going after Roach,

and I'm not convinced,
what does it really prove?

That we're dealing
with someone
who's forensically smart...

-PAMELA: Oh,
and Dr Alexander isn't?
-...who wanted to lure her

to Roach for
a very specific reason,

like framing her for murder.

At the very least,
it's reasonable doubt.

What are you doing?

Did you know about this?

He's got a three-inch file
of everyone that had anything
to do with my trial.

It is a little excessive.

But understandable.

And what about this?
Is this understandable?

You've lost me.

Two days ago,
he starts railing against

all the people
that let me down,
who betrayed me,

the expert witnesses
who were supposed
to prove my innocence.

-And?
-And

Professor Roach
is at the top of that list.

No one believed her testimony
that I didn't push
Suzie Banks.

Do not say her name
in this house.

He asked me
if I wanted to see them pay.

-Sorry, you think David...
-He's angry.

-He's very angry.
-He is angry.

And, when he was 15,

and people wrote "baby killer"
on his school bag,
he was even worse.

-But you weren't here
to see that, or deal with it.
-What's your point?

The fact David has issues
with rage and bereavement
is not news to me.

What is news is the idea
that he could hurt anyone.

You're too close to him
to see it.

And you're not?

In prison, you see it
as clear as day.

There's no good people
and bad people.
No dividing line.

It's about the moment.

The situation.

If someone's angry enough,
desperate enough,

scared enough,
they'll do anything.

Yesterday, when he
left the cemetery,
he was angry enough.

Thanks, Jack.

We're going to find out
who did this to you.
Don't worry, we are.

It's for you.

Clarissa. You're on speaker.
I've captured the fugitive.

Nikki!

How are you?

I'm fine.

Don't be brave.
I want tears.
I want war stories.

I was in there 15 hours,
it doesn't make me Papillon.

Lock me up for 15 seconds,
I'd lose my marbles!

Have you got something for us?

For Jack.
You're going home, obviously,

like people do when they're
released from prison.

Clarissa!

The glass shard
we think the killer
deposited at the scene,

it's actually polycarbonate.

Any ideas about
a likely source?

Well, it's a popular
glass substitute
in heavy-duty work lamps.

I'm sending a picture now.

That's St Stephen's Church.
Builders were doing
restoration work,

and using lamps
just like that.

Father Dawes was cleared.
Rock-solid alibi
for Walsh's death.

Well, how many other people
use the church?

And right next door
is the hall where Walsh's
support group met.

Got to be worth a shot.

Okay. Sure.

Lamps are intact.

Father Anthony?

Jack?

-Max Walsh's support group
met on Thursdays, right?
-Aye.

NIKKI: I've seen him before.

Here with Father Dawes.

Can we have a word?

When I heard
about Max Walsh's suicide,
I was shocked.

Because he was in remission?

And he was a fighter.

Is there a question mark
over Max's suicide?

Did you know
Father Dawes' mother?

Irene? Of course.

NIKKI: She had cancer, too.

Did she attend
your group, Daniel?

Why are you asking
about Irene?

Just got to take care
of this, sorry.

It's got to be how
the victims were selected.

Both victims had cancer
and both took morphine.

But were treated
in different hospitals
by different doctors,

and they didn't meet
at a support group.

Doesn't matter.
The connection is the killer.
How he found them.

Attending a support group
is a unique chance
to befriend someone.

But Irene didn't attend
a group.

How do you know?

She may have met up
with other plaintiffs
in the lawsuit.

Sorry about that.

We're looking for another
member of your group.

Someone who befriended
Max Walsh.

Most likely male, tall,
physically strong.

He probably didn't
attend for very long

and may have been vague
about the kind
of cancer he had.

-He almost certainly missed
the last few sessions...
-Brendan.

Brendan Dalglish.

I remember he and Max
went over to the pub
after a meeting.

When did you last see Brendan?

Four, five weeks ago.

When he stopped coming,
I called in case
his health had deteriorated.

And no joy
on two numbers he put
on his registration form.

Can you describe him?
Got a photo?

Uh, 40-ish.
Close-cropped hair.

Six foot.

No photo, sorry.

But he completed
a registration form, yeah?

We'll need to examine it
for prints and DNA.

He sounds a lot like Scott,
that's all.

Short hair. Six foot.

Sounds like half my mates.

How did you two
get back in touch?

We ran into each other
in the street.

And who saw who first?

He saw me.

Is there any animosity
between you?

Any reason he'd want
to hurt you?

We broke up over a decade ago.

Who did the breaking? You?

We were supposed to be
going around the world.

Last minute, I bailed.

How did he take that?

It's hard to say.
Three days later,
he was gone.

Reassure me on one thing.

You haven't discussed the case
with Scott.

Nikki?

Yes, I have.

Well, who started
that conversation?

He did.

But did
he actively needle you
for information,

or ask to see the file?

-Yes. Both.
- Ah.

-And he asked after
Belinda Roach as well.
-Ah.

Before she was killed.

Brilliant.

Okay, uh,
if we pull Brendan's
DNA from the form,

and get a match,
we can eliminate
Scott straight away,

put your mind at rest, yeah?

-Everything okay?
-Yeah. Long day.

Do you have any other kind?

Have a seat.

-Drink?
-Er, yeah.

You know what?
Uh, water's fine.

It's been a long day, too.

You know,
going through Mum's stuff.

Sure.

-Funny, I had you down
as strictly bottled water.

Oh, I was.

And then I wasn't.

People change.

I've got some ice
if it's not cold enough.

It's water.

How bad can it be?

What's the matter, Nikki?

Nothing.

You said, "Long day."

What are you doing?

I mean,
just leave it in the sink.
It's fine.

Why did you
ask me over, Nikki?

-I wanted to see you.
-No.

No, you didn't.

You want something,
but it's... It's not that.

Belinda Roach is dead.
Murdered.

Well, that's terrible.
I'm sorry.

Did you really blame her?
For us breaking up?

You are unbelievable.

You want my DNA, don't you?

You don't trust me.

Well, like you said,
people change.

You know, it's small wonder
you wound up working
with dead people.

They can't feel
or answer back,
or make any claim on you.

But it's a rigged,
one-sided relationship...

Did you kill Belinda Roach?

No.

Scott.

Scott!

-Hello?
-Nikki, the prints on the form
are not Scott's.

They belong
to a convicted killer
called Carmichael.

What?

Does that name mean
anything to you?
William Carmichael?

NIKKI: No, nothing.

JACK: You sure? He was
a heavy-duty gun-for-hire
back in the '90s.

Gang-related stuff
in Essex and east London.

He's suspected
of a dozen kills,
but only convicted of one.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Well, he's involved somehow,
which means you're not safe.

Nikki?

Nikki?

Nikki?

Nikki!

MAN: Armed police!
Armed police!
MEN: Armed police!

Stand still!

Stand still and stay behind!

Slowly, put your hands
on your head!

Armed police.
Armed police, madam.
Step forward.

Slowly raise
your hands for me.

No, I've never professionally
crossed paths

with William Carmichael.
I don't know him.

But he knows you.

Maybe not.
You said he was a hit man.

Bodybuilder turned
gun-for-hire.
Started life as a car thief.

Did 15 years
in Redhill Prison for murder,
released last year.

So he had the strength
to carry his victims

and the skills
to get into their homes.

I guess he could have copied
Walsh's keys after befriending
him at the meetings.

And breaking into your car
to steal the torch

is well within his repertoire.

Did you say he did his time
at Redhill?

-Yeah.
-So did Tony Hamilton.

So Hamilton and Carmichael
have got history...

A history of one
paying the other
to do his dirty work.

The partnership's rekindled.

Hamilton pays him to
take revenge on all the people
who sent him down.

Starting with you and Roach,

the expert witnesses
who condemned him
and failed him.

Two birds, one stone.

Maybe not starting with us.

Maybe starting
with Murray Porter,
the DI who put Hamilton away.

-PAMELA: What happened to him?
-He drowned.

Reading between the lines,

there were suspicions
of foul play,
but nothing probative.

JACK:
Hamilton was still inside.

CALVIN: But Carmichael
was a free man.

PAMELA: And he might be
a cop killer to boot...

Tony Hamilton is not here

and his wife and son
are claiming
blissful ignorance.

Uh, Nikki?

I'm sorry.

You Dr Alexander?

-Yes.
-Dr Nikki Alexander, yeah?

You're the reason
my sister's dead.

You said that my dad
was a monster

that would push
a pregnant lady
out a window!

-OFFICER: Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!
-You lying bitch!

-How do you sleep at night?
-Enough!

I don't know where he is.

I really don't.

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Tony's like a child.
He isn't capable
of hurting anyone.

He can barely
tie his shoelaces.

What do you put that down to?
Prison?

Our daughter, Tania,

she committed suicide

the year before
Tony's release.

I'm so sorry.

LYDIA: Tania?

David?

It was David I always
worried about.

Tania was my rock.

Always there with a smile.

A supportive word.

I didn't see past that.

I was caught up with work.

Contesting some case
that dragged on and on.

And then one night,
I came home
at some ridiculous hour

and David was sitting
in the corner of the bathroom.

He hadn't touched her.

Just left her in the bath.

In all that bloody water.

Of course,
if she'd had a father...

And Tony, he took it hard?

I don't know.
I don't know how he took it.

The prison governor
informed him that night,

and I went to see him
the next day

and he refused to see me.

CALVIN:
Do you think he blamed you?

I've no idea.

So, would it be fair to say
he came home a different man

and, therefore,
you couldn't really say
what he was capable of?

Please don't twist my words,
Sergeant.

Would it be fair or not?

Why did you take him back?

Because I love him.

At least...

I loved the man he was...

And can be again.

Are you okay?

I didn't know.

About their daughter.

Did you ever have any doubts?

-About what?
-Suzie Banks.

That not all the injuries
were from the fall?

Even by our standards,
it was a shocking case.

And, yes, distressing.

But you know how it is.
We try. We try our hardest.

But none of us can just
leave our emotions
at the door.

More dangerous
to pretend you can.

Right.

And in this instance?

Hand on heart,

I called it as I saw it.

And I saw evidence of trauma
the fall didn't explain.

But it was a close call?

Very.

Maybe, looking back,

I claimed a certainty
I couldn't totally justify.

Why?

Suzie Banks.

She was so young, so brave.

And she was alive.

The dead are one thing,
and the living...

How long has
Tony Hamilton been out?

Six months?

Oi-oi.

Blood?

Paint.

Oil-based.

I think it's anti-climb paint.

He's been somewhere
he shouldn't.

That doesn't make sense.

If he paid Carmichael
to enact his revenge,

why get his hands dirty?

Because it's something
he wants to do.

For himself.

Suzie Banks...

Nikki.

Yeah?

Look like the same
shade of red to you?

Think so.

How old's her visitor?

I don't know. Forties?
Look, I didn't get
a good look at him.

If it's him, she may be
too traumatised to get help.

He is the man who threw her
out of a window.

Oh, my God! All right,
it's just in this room
over here.

Easy. Easy, easy, easy.

NIKKI: I didn't think
you'd remember me.

Of course I do.

In the hospital.

Then in court.

Are you aware
Tony's made previous
attempts to get in here?

Has he hurt you?

-No.
-If he has, then...

I think you should leave now.

I'm tired.

I've got a lot of work to do.

What do the police
want with him?

He's done nothing wrong.

What?

He's a good man.

Why?

Why did you lie?

Because he was
going back to her
and I wanted to hurt him.

When I realised what I'd done,

and the reality that
he was going to prison
hit home, I told DI Porter.

NIKKI: And?

And he said
going back on my word
wasn't an option,

that he'd be a laughing stock

and the CPS
would never prosecute
another case of his again.

How would I survive in prison?

Everyone connected
with your prosecution
has paid the price.

DI Murray Porter
and Belinda Roach are dead.

Nikki Alexander
came within an inch
of the same fate.

And now, you break
into Suzie Banks's residence.

I didn't hurt Suzie.

I loved her.

PAMELA:
Can you elaborate, please?

Suzie and I
were in a relationship.

She got pregnant.

I followed my heart
and moved in with her.

Lydia went berserk.

Moved heaven and earth
to stop me seeing my kids.

And it worked.

I missed them more
than I ever thought possible.

PAMELA:
You had a change of heart?

I discarded her.

I'm carrying your baby
and it doesn't mean
anything to you!

-That is not true!
-It is!

Then stay!

Please stay!

-I'm sorry.

Is Suzie okay?

Yes.

She's also changed her story.

Which part?

The part about Tony Hamilton
pushing her out the window.

Well, maybe she's lying,
he's got to her in some way.

I don't think so.
Based on our search,
the guy has no bank account,

no computer, no mobile phone.
How could he stage all this?

PAMELA: Has he got
a bolthole somewhere?

Suzie says that Tony
came to visit her

because he was worried
about his son, David,

that he might come after her.

Oh, he's just trying
to throw us off.

When I met David this morning,
he recognised me instantly

as the woman who told the jury
his dad was guilty.

And did he attend the trial?

No, too young,
but he's clearly
done his research since.

I spoke to Hamilton's
parole officer
when we nicked him.

He said David brings Tony
to all their meetings,
picks him up after.

CALVIN: Reckons David's
the only person
Tony has real contact with.

He never even mentions
his ex-wife.

PAMELA: Yeah,
but what about Carmichael?

I mean, how would David
enlist his services,
never mind pay for them?

THOMAS: All I've got
is two shaved patches
on Carmichael's chest

and some adhesive residue.

I'm thinking maybe
a microphone
taped to the skin?

Yeah, but who uses them now?

You can stick a stereo mic
in a nose stud.

Well, he was in jail
for 15 years.

I noticed this curious line
on Carmichael's sweatshirt.

The fibres
have been damaged
by bleach,

but not the kind you use
to clean your loo.

This is calcium hypochlorite,
used in swimming pools.

And who do we know
who owns a swimming pool

and a pool house?

If that's where Carmichael
met David
and got his orders,

maybe he was taping
their conversations.

-Insurance policy?
-NIKKI: I'll take
Carmichael's flat.

Thanks.

Thanks, David.

I'll be all right, mate.
Honestly.

-Okay. Mmm-hmm.
-All right.

Yeah, he's collecting
fag butts and looking
at the pool stuff.

Don't worry, darling.

I'll be there
as quick as I can.

-Hello?
-Hi. You found any tapes?

No. How about you?

Any evidence Carmichael
smoked Gauloises?

Yeah. Two boxes' worth.

Result.

If DNA from the cig butts
is Carmichael's,

somebody's got some
explaining to do.

Uh, listen, I've got to go.

All right.

Hamilton's only
regular visitor
was Lydia,

but he shut her out
when their daughter died.

-She told you this herself?
-Yeah.

But what she didn't mention
was that she made such a fuss
they had to call the police.

Lydia said
when Tania committed suicide,

she was fighting
a big lawsuit.

Like she almost blamed
the case for what happened
to her daughter.

Irene Dawes was a plaintiff
in a case against
a chemicals factory.

Accentor Bioscience
in Stratford.

And you think the two suits
are actually one and the same?

Irene didn't attend a support
group like Walsh.

It'd explain
how she was chosen.

Lydia?

Better have
a second pair of eyes
on the Marukami disclosure.

-Sure, of course.
-Thank you.

-Nikki.
-You got a minute?

Sorry, I need to be
with my son.

This really won't take long.

Okay.

What is it, Nikki?

What are you doing?

This looks to me
like a go-bag.

And in my experience,

the only people who
feel the need for those
are the guilty.

Is that you, Lydia?

No warrant,

no legitimate search...

Oh, please, we're not going
to do that, are we?

I mean, it is
way past that, surely?

Perhaps it is.

Why?

Why the hell do you think?

You destroyed my family.

I was just doing my job...

-Oh, it was your job...
-I gave an interpretation
of the evidence...

-You lied!
-I didn't lie!
I got it wrong.

I called it as I saw it
and I got it wrong.

He was coming back to me.

He was leaving that slut
to come home,

and you took him from me.

You had
three innocent people killed
to prove a point?

But they were dying anyway?
Is that how you justified it?

Was that all it took?

My conscience is clean.

You have nothing
resembling proof.

No evidence, no case.

So look, why...

Why don't we just let this go?

Right here,

right now.

LYDIA:
Half now. Half later.

MAN: You want me to kill them?
I want it upfront.

LYDIA: Half now. Half later.

It was less than you deserved.

Christ, are you not
going to take responsibility
for anything?

I mean, if your family
was so bloody perfect,

why did your husband
need Suzie Banks?
Is that my fault, too?

Well, she was a blip.

-She was having his baby.
Moving in together.
-Mmm-mmm.

A big blip.

He was coming back.

To the children, not to you.

He knew you didn't love them.

How dare you?

You work at something,

build something,

brick by brick, day by day.

You expect it to last.
You expect...

Everyone to, ooh,
pull their weight,
play their part.

You never question
why you're doing it.

Never.

And then one day,
you wake up...

And you're in a house
full of strangers.

They're your children,
but they're strangers.

It's your husband,

but he barely speaks to you.

You irritate him.

And he lies to you.

First with a smile,

and then with a shrug.

The house is perfect.

Finished.

But there's no one
to live in it.

Then it's every man
for himself.

And family?

You wonder
what you ever thought
it meant.

All right?

Nikki?

I've, er...

I've come to apologise.

Well, do you want
to come inside
and apologise?

Uh, I can't.

I need to be with my dad.

I'm going back tomorrow.

I'm going to try
and make it work
with my daughter.

That's great.

Listen, I said
a lot of hurtful things...

Yes, you did.

And some of them were hurtful
because they're true.

I do find it hard
to trust people.

Even people
I have strong feelings for.

"Strong feelings"?

Even people I love.

But I don't know
if I can change that now.

Or if I ever could.

Was that why I went
around the world
on my own?

-I bet you weren't
on your own for long.

-And you!