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I saw this guy yesterday.

He was at the races. He said they were a syndicate which owned a horse.

Gary and Hugo.

There's another one!

My God, Kes, he was with Hugo. Where's Kes?

Nikki Alexander, forensic anthropologist.

I'm intending to have her thrown out at some point.

Did Gary's heart condition cause the crash?

What? You interviewed a suspect without my knowledge?

Hold on, Chris. I didn't know he was a suspect.

Whatever happened between you and Rakesh is no concern of mine.

Toxicology report for the pilot, Gary Chettle.

He tested positive for a significant dose of ketamine.

Knocked out like the horse?

How do you make money just by stopping a favorite?

You don't know which other horse is gonna win.

Should I have waited for a transplant on the NHS?

How come nobody has followed up on Hugo Slattery?

He's just back from Turkey with a bag stuffed full of euros.

Did somebody try to bump him off, you think?

Somebody would really have to hate him to bump off his son, as well.

Oh, Stephen!

Well, maybe that gang of doctors isn't quite as friendly as they're making out.

Emergency. Which service do you require?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, Emergency. Which service?

Yeah, the boss is well pleased.

Although, he still thinks that DNA stands for "Do not amend."

But you'll have his job by Christmas, will you?

Yeah, and you'll be coming with me, mate.

I've examined the euros.

They've got Hugo Slattery's fingerprints all over them.

Not only did he handle them, but he counted them, as well.

Really? Nice one. You were right, then.

Makes you wonder about his dealings abroad.

I wanna concentrate on how this guy was drugged.

Bookies pay out in pounds and pence, not this funny money.

What, so it's... It's not worth following up?

Slattery's a victim, not a suspect.

I wanna find out how the ketamine got into Gary Chettle.

- So, what have you got? - A flask.

- Can you find out what was in it? - Yeah, I think so.

Message after the tone.

Hello, Louise. It's Leo Dalton here.

Erm, we've got new information about the crash

which I think you should know about.

Could you give me a ring as soon as you get in,

and call me on my mobile,

which is 07-700-900-321?

Okay. Thanks. Bye.

Hasn't been in the water that long.

I always get the pretty ones!

He's lost his guts.

Could that be rats? They've had a go at the face, too.

The hands are missing. I don't think that was the rats.

Contents of the coffee flask, not just coffee.

There's alcohol here. Looks like brandy.

- Anything else? - Yeah. This peak here is ketamine.

So, that's how it got into him?

He must have had some coffee to keep awake.

The brandy wouldn't affect him much,

but the ketamine would knock him out pretty quickly.

So, someone must have spiked him before he got on the helicopter.

Maybe.

They were all at the same hotel together after the races.

It could have been any of them.

Well done.

- So, who had the ketamine? - Well, what about the motive?

I can understand why the horse was doped, but...

Don't worry about that one.

Once we find out who it is, then we'll find a motive.

Male, aged 30 to 40. Face has been severely disfigured.

Damage has been inflicted with a sharp instrument after death.

The hands have been crudely cut off, along with the face,

probably to prevent identification.

- Done in a hurry? - Ah, I should say so.

Depersonalize him as quick as poss, but no time to do a proper job.

So, large incision in the abdominal cavity.

And for the most part... the intestines have been removed.

Unlike the mutilation, this was done with surgical skill.

Dr. Dryden!

I wanted to tell you myself. Dr. Bhandari's just told me.

I'm up for a transplant on the NHS.

I can't believe it!

That's wonderful news.

You're not angry?

You've done so much for us.

No, no.

I just wanted to check that we can get our money back.

I mean, we haven't used a kidney, or taken up any hospital time.

I'll, erm... I'll ring you later.

Stephen never said exactly how much the advance was.

I'll call you later on. I promise.

Please. Can I come and talk about this now?

No, not now!

I'm so sorry, Jan, but I don't deal with the money side of things.

I never have.

The abdominal incision appears to have been made

with a small sharp blade.

And it looks as if the intestines

were cut out using the same instrument.

The same type as was used on his hands and face?

No, no. I don't think so.

- So, more than one attacker? - Could be.

Thanks.

Very high levels of diamorphine in the blood.

- Heroin. - Yeah, that's what killed him.

A massive overdose concentrated in the gut.

This man was smuggling drugs in his stomach.

He was a mule.

He was bringing it in, and he got unlucky.

Maybe a condom split.

Somebody wanted what was inside him.

You know what I'm gonna ask you. Leo, we need an ID.

Well, that tends to be tricky without a face or hands.

Yeah. All right! All right!

Look, what are the odds on Bush and Kerry?

I'm not talking about an Irish horse, you prat!

I'm talking about the election!

3-1 on and 6-4.

Interesting.

I think we might be able to do something about that.

I'm really getting somewhere with this.

- Nikki! - They weren't locals!

How do you know that?

The carbon and nitrogen isotopes in the bones

are consistent with a predominantly marine diet.

In the Brecon Beacons? I'd say they were from the coast.

Or traders.

Well, they weren't from any of the valley settlements that we know about.

They were high up, so I think they must have been traveling.

A whole family going somewhere for a purpose.

Somewhere urgent, maybe.

The majority of these breakages are postmortem,

unrelated to the cause of death.

See, they've got quite distinctive puncture marks around them.

- Like they were chewed. - Yeah. Hmm.

Do you think you can do me a favor before you leave us?

Sure.

I'm rather impressed with your facial reconstruction skills.

Your faceless man?

Stephen, it's me again.

Please, you have to call me back when you get this message.

I don't know what to do.

Okay, bye.

How's the helicopter crash?

Chris is doing background checks on the syndicate.

Have you been practicing?

Trying to make me redundant.

She's better at it than you. - Charming!

What do you think?

Rather ordinary.

"Rather ordinary?"

I haven't moved from this chair. I haven't even had a sandwich!

I meant his face.

It could be anybody.

Well, it certainly isn't anybody else. That's him to the life. You'll see.

So, who is he?

Rakesh.

I've just been grilled by DCI Hollander.

Did you tell him about me signing off Gary's pilot license?

- What could I say? - I'd have covered for you!

Now I'm gonna be struck off!

I didn't volunteer it, Rakesh.

Hollander wanted to know who Gary's GP was.

I don't lie to the officer in charge of a murder investigation.

Believe me, it didn't do either of us any good keeping it quiet.

I was supposed to be on that helicopter. Kes wasn't.

He so wanted to fly, you know.

- Are you very fond of him? - He's a good kid.

Despite me drifting in and out of his life.

Kate and I, we'd, er, we'd just split up, and, er...

That face is familiar. It looks like a patient of mine.

What?

Hi.

You didn't ring back, so, er...

- I'm just going out. - I need to talk.

It's serious.

Hi.

Listen, er...

I know I said it before,

but I'm so sorry.

I just didn't know how to tell you about Dad.

I didn't... I didn't want you to hear about it like that.

Please forgive me.

How are you feeling?

Okay.

Well, as an expert in these things,

I can tell you, you had a bump on the head...

and that caused a lot of swelling.

And it's only when the inflammation goes that we can...

Well, that... That they can scan for any brain damage.

And guess what? There wasn't any.

I could have told them that!

So, basically, you can get out and play some footie.

Mum...

Dad's dead. I really don't feel like playing football.

Are you all right?

I was just thinking about that conversation we had.

Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

If I had a little brother, maybe...

Maybe I'd feel the same way.

No, it's worse than you could even imagine, Leo.

What is?

The money in the helicopter,

Hugo Slattery's fingerprints were on every note.

I don't know why.

Any idea why he might have been carrying so much?

I just can't think.

Only he'd just got back from Turkey that morning,

and you do business with a transplant clinic in Turkey, so...

I don't do business with those people.

I'm really sorry. You just... You're gonna have to go!

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you in. I'm just not feeling well.

Can you go, please?

- Mrs. Barnes? - Have you heard something?

- Has he turned up? - Can I come in?

Leo, we've identified your heroin mule.

Ah?

Yeah. Rakesh Bhandari just recognized him

from Nikki's reconstruction.

- Well done, Nikki! - Mmm.

Oh, Leo? He was one of Rakesh's patients.

As is his wife. And, erm, she has kidney disease.

Rakesh referred her to a specialist, who is Louise Dryden.

We were gonna have a baby.

Stephen Barnes was flying to Turkey, according to his wife.

Apparently, they'd been put in touch with an agency out there

to provide a new kidney for her.

We checked his bank accounts.

And it looks like he wasn't telling his wife that they couldn't afford it.

So when he got out there, they offered him another way of paying for it.

Smuggle drugs for us and your wife gets a kidney!

When did he get back?

We've got him on the return flight 15 hours before we found the body.

CCTV shows him behaving erratically on the concourse.

He drops his bag, but he doesn't go back for it.

And then he took the cab to London.

To Harley Street.

I think this floor's just been cleaned.

Smells like it.

Well, that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

Right, let's have a look.

There's more blood over here.

They probably performed the surgery right here.

There is no sign of any arterial spray,

which means that he was almost certainly dead before they cut him open.

But only minutes after death.

Is that a hand? Can we get fingerprints?

No. See how smooth this stain is? Gloves.

Probably surgical.

Wait a minute. What have we got here?

Look at the straight line.

Whatever they wrapped him up in

must have had a series of regular holes in it.

A shower curtain, perhaps.

There's a massive amount of blood everywhere.

Can we take samples from there and there?

Right away, sir.

We'll do a DNA match for Stephen Barnes first.

Mmm-hmm.

Get some photos of the straight edge with holes, will you?

Our patients were being ripped off.

Blackmailed into smuggling drugs.

And Hugo took a percentage at every stage.

That's not how it was supposed to be.

I had a gun to my head.

Stephen's face and hands, I didn't do that.

I tried to save him.

I know.

Thanks, Leo, for all your help.

Leo, well done, mate.

I didn't know it was a transplant angle,

but whatever you've got to do to put them away, right?

There's nothing right about any of it!

You don't like me very much, do you?

Does it show?

I'll stick with Harry. He's on my wavelength.

Harry's nothing like you!

Really?

I'll give it a year, he'll be your boss.

Maybe.

Is Leo upset about something?

He gets quite, er... Don't worry about it.

Matt Gibb's our man!

He owes almost quarter of a million quid to four very big bookmakers,

so no wonder he's desperate.

And had a bet on this race where the horse died?

No. That's the only thing that's bothering me.

They'll be too smart for that.

Sorry.

Go on.

He's not gonna risk being found betting against his own horse

if the result is remotely suspicious.

Yeah, but if he found a fail-safe bet and offered to knobble his own horse,

they might offer to write off his debt.

I think it's time to pay a visit to the plastic surgeon.

- Leo? - Hi.

Heard about Louise. It can't have been pleasant.

It wasn't.

- Got to put a time note on that one. - I'm getting quite used to her.

Apart from having no sense of when to speak and when to shut up.

She shouldn't really be speaking at all, or even be here.

She was very useful in that betting scam.

I have to admit she is excellent at facial reconstruction.

I'm not denying she's clever.

You implied that we would be

democratic about things like appointments.

Absolutely.

We need another pathologist. Why not put her on a three-month trial?

After a democratic and full consultation with you, the answer is no.

Terry Hallam was convicted for the brutal shotgun murder

of his ex-girlfriend's parents, after an extensive investigation

by Detective Chief Inspector Chris Hollander.

The trial turned on forensic evidence uncovered by Dr. Harry Cunningham.

Alleging that evidence to be unsafe,

Hallam has applied to the High Court for license to appeal.

- The residue was there. - I'm sure it was.

If it goes to appeal, you might get called in again.

Look, I did gamble. I caused myself a lot of problems.

I'm an addict. I go to a meeting three times a week.

And I haven't fallen off the wagon for quite some time.

- Do you know what ketamine is? - Sure.

The stable lads say that you visited the horse on the morning of the race.

Sure. Yeah. And so did Gary.

And so did Kate and Louise, and so did Hugo.

Even Rakesh gave the horse a pat,

and he thought the whole thing was bollocks!

You know that somebody tried to bribe a jockey

into holding Mr. Operator back.

That somebody isn't me.

Most people's faces would have dropped when I told them that.

I'm a plastic surgeon. I've had mine lifted.

Don't be clever with me.

So, where did you get the ketamine?

Oh, come on. The horse was doped on ketamine, and you're a doctor!

I've never had any use for the drug, and I've never ordered it. Check.

Do you know what that is? It's a warrant to search this place.

And here's another one for your smart little apartment.

Ah...

Looks like he'll gamble on anything, this one.

Schemes for winning. Roulette. Blackjack.

Pretty much every sport, as well as horse racing.

But nothing on any race featuring Mr. Operator.

No ketamine here.

Ah, there's got to be a link somewhere.

It's probably in liquid form. We should really be looking for traces.

Splash marks.

Good one! Bag up the clothes he was wearing on race day, then.

If we can prove he handled the drug,

we've got him in the frame for murder as well as doping the horse.

The boy, as well, Chris? Kes Slattery's his godson.

So, he's a psycho. They exist.

Like our friend Hallam. What do you think about his appeal?

Oh, no. Don't you worry about Hallam. Just concentrate on this.

November the 9th, 9:00 pm. Notes on Terry Hallam.

Murder suspect. Examined in police custody at 21:30.

DI Hollander in attendance.

Clothing removed for further testing. No significant traces found.

How much longer is this gonna take?

Take this away, will you?

I think these are the clothes he wore at the races.

Well, you best be sure.

Take the lot and make sure they haven't been dry-cleaned.

- You can't take everything! - And the clothes he's wearing.

- What? - Come on! Get 'em off!

Hallam case, tape 14. January the 24th.

Examination of Terry Hallam's shirt.

Analysis reveals microscopic traces of gunshot residue on the sleeve and cuff.

Indicates that the wearer of the shirt

fired a small arm since it was last washed.

Report sent to DI Chris Hollander.

What happened there?

I took a hockey ball to the ribs last week.

Kate Slattery, yeah? She patched me up.

- Oh, Nikki, can you do me a favor? - Mmm.

Can you pop out first thing in the morning,

and buy me a hockey stick and a ball?

There's a, erm, sports shop on Broad Street. Opens early.

- Harry. - Chris.

You found my traces yet?

Nothing resembling ketamine.

- You sure about the clothing? - Yeah.

But I'm, er... I'm working on other leads.

Okay. See ya.

You should be in the Olympics, Matt.

Don't worry, mate. We'll fish it out.

- Morning. - Got my hockey stick?

The finest.

Oh. Very good.

Morning.

Little experiment. Do you wanna help?

You're completely mad!

And that is my desk.

Okay, I've got it!

- I still need a direct hit. - Next one. Ready?

Okay. HARRY: About there.

- Clear? - Yup.

Right, it's time! - Okay, go!

Oh! Score!

I'll set the next one.

Down, down. These purple patches aren't enough.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Clear.

That was a miss!

I still need a direct hit.

- I'm knackered. Go on, you go. - No, no, no.

Go on! Yes!

I was good at this at school.

Wait a sec. Wait. Wait. Clear.

On the ribs.

Oh! Violent hit!

Right on the button. Right on the button.

Right on the money.

We managed to get Matt Gibb's second computer

and access the hard disk.

He had all the right calculations, but nothing on the actual bet.

Now he's clammed up.

Not for much longer.

This is Dr. Harry Cunningham.

Can you take your top off, please, Mr. Gibb?

I checked with your hockey team.

It seems you did take a bad ball last week...

In the first half, but you managed to finish the game.

I'm tough.

With two cracked ribs.

And the bandage, please.

I did an experiment.

I found that a hockey ball has a very particular signature

when it's transformed into pressure waves.

We can work out what shape a bruise would be

after an impact with, say, the thorax.

The hockey ball bruise would look like that.

It's very simple.

Perhaps like that one there.

However, this one looks very different.

And I wonder what caused this one.

Where's my lucky charm?

This isn't very scientific, but, uh...

Not so lucky, eh?

- Morning. - Morning.

What?

Erm... What exact... I won't ask.

Well, Harry seems to be really going for it.

- Harry? Yeah. - Everything all right?

I don't know whether you picked up on it,

but this boy had tuberculous arthritis.

- I didn't. - Yes, very damaged.

But if you look closely, you can see the septic arthropathy.

He'd have had trouble walking.

I don't suppose it was uncommon at that time.

Actually, we think it was.

There's only one clear case of TB from any of the Iron Age finds.

Really?

Getting into it?

Extension till the end of the week.

I was desperate.

These bookies from the Far East, you know, were after me.

So, I worked out that because Mr. Operator was an odds-on favorite,

I could run numbers that would guarantee return.

So, you called the bookies, and offered to knobble the horse?

They jumped at it, said they'd scrap my debt.

The plan was to bribe Mick Parnaby to lose.

With what? You're skint!

You can't even afford your bus fare home.

Hugo fronted it.

He wanted to be in on it too. He liked money.

Anyway, Mick Parnaby wasn't having any of it.

What happened to the bribe money?

I imagine Hugo took it with him. Probably in the helicopter.

- Was it in sterling? - No. Euros. Mick Parnaby's Irish.

So, what happened next?

Hugo said he had a plan B.

The ketamine?

Hugo had the stuff. Said it was our insurance.

So, we went into the stall,

and Hugo shoves it up the horse's arse with a plastic bottle.

- But the horse kicked me. - There's no justice, eh?

I never even touched the stuff.

- You were wrong about those euros. - Was I?

Yeah. It's nothing to do with any dodgy transplant scams.

Hugo took them to bribe the jockey.

Yeah, makes sense.

Hey, Harry?

Are you sure about Chris Hollander?

What do you mean?

I've been looking at the Hallam case.

Gunshot residue on the shirt convicted him.

- You found the evidence, yeah? - That's right.

- The traces were microscopic? - Yes.

Which is why I didn't spot it in the autopsy,

I only found it when we did the full chemical analysis.

And who requested the chemical analysis?

Chris Hollander. Are you suggesting he planted the evidence?

It was rather convenient for the case that evidence was found.

Leo, all this came up in court.

The defense crawled all over Chris's investigation,

and they found no proof of anything dodgy.

- Have you got any proof? - No. Instinct.

Experience.

Look, you don't like Hollander. Fine. Whatever.

But I am absolutely certain that Terry Hallam fired that gun.

But are you certain that the evidence that you presented in court was safe?

Just be careful.

Okay.

He's not that bad.

You're sure there's nothing on his clothes at all?

Certain.

- We'll have to release him, then. - Sorry.

- You've let me down, Harry. - It's just not there.

No, it is there. We just have to find it.

Why would Matt Gibb want to make that helicopter crash?

Matt Gibb's lied through his teeth.

And we'll make sure that no jury believes a word that he says.

We just have to prove that he put that ketamine in Gary Chettle's flask.

Don't worry. We'll find a motive. Just keep digging.

Thank you, sir.

- Matt, hi. - Hello.

Is that it? Are they letting you go?

Let's just say I haven't been charged yet.

So, you can just go? That's great!

Listen, Louise has been arrested.

We don't know why, but her solicitor said it's nothing to do with the crash.

Aren't we doing well?

Yes, but you're free, and you're... You're not under any suspicion any more.

What makes you think that?

Matt, please! We're here to help you!

I don't need help, Kate!

- What about you? - Matt, we've had our disagreements!

What, being a plastic surgeon is worse than a pimp?

I think that's how you put it.

Look, nobody's gonna bitch about anybody any more. Not now!

We haven't even started. We haven't got to the big one yet.

I didn't bring down that helicopter, but somebody did.

I just haven't figured out why.

When I have the why, I'll have the person!

Matt, please!

Your life is as big a mess as mine, Kate!

Do us a favor. Take a look at these shoes, will you?

- Whose are they? - Matt Gibb's.

We didn't test the pair he was wearing on race day.

Because I couldn't identify them from the camcorder.

Yeah, but we got the CCTV from the race track, and it's clearer.

One or two spots might have dropped.

Oh, and by the way, Hallam's team have dropped the appeal.

Rumor has it they're not gonna challenge the evidence.

Let the scrote rot in jail, I say.

What a charming man!

Can I help?

No.

Leo?

I'm beginning to put together a narrative,

but there are still questions.

Right.

Pollen in the remains suggest that they died in winter.

Mmm-hmm. Go on.

But they were crossing a mountain.

You don't do that for fun in the Iron Age.

The winters were harsh.

So, why take the risk?

There must have been a reason, but what was it?

Father and mother and the boy with TB.

Well, maybe they were looking for help. Medical treatment for the boy?

There were healers in the valley settlements.

So, what happened to them?

- Can I take another look at this scalp? - Sure.

- Leo? - Yeah?

I've got a problem.

I did the clothes they gave me. Nothing.

Then, suddenly, these shoes just appear from nowhere.

But you tested them before?

No. They hadn't been properly identified.

- Hollander just dropped them on my desk. - Okay. And the result?

Two perfect spots of ketamine.

I mean, unmissable.

Perfect evidence that our boy's in trouble.

Erm, you're right about him. I'm sorry. You're...

Probably right about the Hallam case, I think.

What do I do?

Well, you have to include it in your report.

What, even if I suspect it's not kosher?

Yes!

Well, I'm not gonna end up being

the tame pathologist for some career-happy DCI.

Well, if you challenge him, he'll eat you for breakfast!

So, what do I do?

You find the evidence that proves him wrong.

So, did you find anything?

- Are you sure about all this? - What?

This isn't a very strong case against Matt Gibb, is it?

Not for murder.

It's a very simple one, Harry.

Can we put the murder weapon in his hands?

That does seem to be the question.

We do that, it's a strong case.

So, the shoes.

Yeah.

Er, they're, er, positive.

Ketamine. Coffee. Brandy.

Good lad!

Matthew Gibb, I'm arresting you for the murders of Gary Chettle,

Hugo Slattery and the attempted murder of Kes Slattery.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned

something that you later rely on in court.

Anything that you do say may be given in evidence.

Right, lock him up.

Milk, no sugar. Milk, two sugars.

Thanks, Kes.

They still won't release Hugo's body. God knows how long it'll be.

You can't speak to them, can you?

Why do you have to leave in such a hurry?

I just wanna take Kes away from everything that's happened.

And what about Kes's school?

He's doing well there. You can't uproot him.

No, he, he wants to go. There's... There's no argument there.

Can we really make a new start?

What are you doing?

What you said.

Watching Kes' video.

Finding out what really happened.

This canine skull...

It's hard to tell, but the sagittal crest

is marginally different.

It's not a dog. It's a wolf.

Kes, are you coming down? Rakesh is here.

We need to leave now if we're gonna catch our flight.

Come on. Come on.

What is it?

Who would be stupid enough to slip ketamine into someone

just before they flew a helicopter?

Pretty stupid to slip it to anyone.

Hang on.

There was brandy in Gary's coffee and in his stomach.

And I've seen from the tape, Rakesh always carries a hip flask.

So, the ketamine was in the hip flask?

Why would Rakesh put it in Gary's drink?

I don't think either of them knew anything about the ketamine at all.

What, so Gary put Rakesh's brandy in his own coffee?

Yeah. Had a bad day. Stressed.

Cold. I don't know.

But Gary was never the intended victim.

- Rakesh was. - Yeah.

Going somewhere?

Kate's going abroad. I'm taking them to the airport.

I haven't had the courage to tell her I'm not coming along.

What's brought you here?

- Erm, can we talk inside? - Yeah.

Kes, hurry up! Please!

- I don't wanna go anywhere! - Okay, then. Stay here.

Who's gonna feed you?

I'm sure I can feed myself, thanks!

Harry,

I... I wanted to call you, and tell you how Kes was getting on,

but I was just so busy.

Kate, I know what happened.

What?

Rakesh and you split up,

had some kind of falling out before the race meeting.

No. Rakesh and I are fine.

The only thing I don't know is where you got the ketamine from.

I guess Hugo still had some in his bag, and you found it.

You were angry with Rakesh. He'd been flirting with Louise.

So, you saw your chance.

Took the flask out of his bag...

And laced it with ketamine.

If everything worked out,

he wouldn't have much fun with Louise that night.

And you thought no one else would drink out of his flask.

Then Gary fancied a drop of brandy in his coffee.

Please don't tell Kes.

I don't want him to ever know.

Kes is going to know.

Doesn't mean that he won't forgive you one day.

There's no reason why Matt should go down for murder.

I was just... I was just so scared.

I could never bring them back.

I don't know why I did it.

Hugo was always such a useless husband!

And, erm, I ended up loving someone

who endlessly promised and, and never delivered.

Who pretended...

Pretended he was his stepfather,

and then pissed off when he felt like it

to go and shag someone else.

Kate.

Hmm? That's all it was.

Just like the rest of us, eh?

Looking over our shoulders to see who is sexier,

who is going higher and faster.

Until he fancied settling down and playing at being a husband.

How do you think that... How do you think that made Kes feel?

All I gave you was loyalty, Rakesh!

If that's... If that's needy, then, well, God help us all!

Are we going now?

No. We're staying.

Come on. I need to talk to you.

- All right, mate? - All right.

You proved me wrong. Better watch my back, eh?

We'll get Kate Slattery for administering a toxic substance.

What will that mean?

There was no intent to cause the crash, so she'll probably get a suspended.

What about Matt Gibb?

We've still got him for fraud and manslaughter of the jockey.

We've got his confession, even if we can't see the money.

And ketamine on his shoes.

You're not gonna run with that, are you?

Why?

- Something wrong with your analysis? - You know what I mean.

Do I?

Don't forget, I've got evidence that you covered for another doctor

in a case of extreme professional misconduct.

Rakesh Bhandari?

Nice working with you again, Harry.

A family.

Father, mother, son and their dogs.

They're traders from the coast,

selling their wares across the Brecon Beacons.

When their son's illness gets worse,

they want to get him to a settlement where they can get help.

Otherwise, they'd do the sensible thing when the weather turns nasty,

and take shelter.

But they risk it and cross the mountain.

Snow comes. They can't go on, or go back.

The adults could, only seven miles.

But TB has crippled the child's bones.

He can't move easily.

They're all weak.

That's when the wolves come. They fight.

The skulls of several wolves have been found smashed.

But, in the end, they're overwhelmed.

The bodies partially decompose.

Wolves and other scavengers take body parts.

Sometime later, when the pass is clear,

the remaining bones are found, gathered up,

and they are buried together.

Man, woman, child, their dogs.

A cairn is erected.

It's a memorial.

Well, I found my story.

Now, I'm going to get out of your way.

I just wanted to thank you both...

What do you want to spend your life doing?

Er, I don't know.

- I hadn't really thought... - Let's make it easier.

Would you be interested in working in this department as a pathologist?

Locum. For the next six months.

I thought you'd never ask.

- Well done. - Thanks.

Welcome aboard!