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♪ Grace VanderWaal: Clearly ♪

♪ There's a world outside my door

♪ I don't know it anymore

♪ I'm gonna stay here now

♪ Take a breath and say a prayer

♪ Find the strength in my despair

♪ It's not gonna take me down

♪ I can see clearly now

♪ The rain has gone

♪ I accept all the things that I cannot change

♪ It's gonna be a bright,

♪ Bright sunshiny day ♪

(LIGHT TENSE MUSIC)

WOLFE: Val!

I'm on my way. Is it behind the big house?

(ON PHONE) VAL: 'Take the left track and follow it down.'

I'd forgotten the size of these grounds.

That's weird,

considering how long it took us to leave the night we were asked,

when you kept referring to their main product as Tupperware.

So, where is your client?

Howard and Julia have taken their grandson, Jack, to France.

Jack's parents, Michael and Martha...

Ah, they're the ones who 'met in rehab'?

They live here, 'independently'.

How's Jeff, by the way?

Seriously?

I've just told you there was a smell coming from the cottage,

and you're fishing about Jeff? They call this a cottage?!

Howard noticed some irregularities in Michael's finances.

He sent me to arrange a power of attorney.

And when no one answered the intercom,

that's when we tried - Who's 'we'?

Amber Jansen.

Howard's right hand.

Howard is left-handed.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Nobody's got a key?

Hence the locksmith.

(BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(VAL RETCHES SLIGHTLY)

Oh, oh my God.

Oh my God, I'm tasting it!

Yep.

Hundred percent cadaver. 999, right now.

Breathe through the mouth. (VAL GASPING)

Look, don’t vomit here.

You’ll contaminate the scene.

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(SCREAMING)

This... Martha,

do you recognise me?

This is my husband, Wolfe.

(SOBBING)

It's OK.

(GROANING, RETCHING)

DOT: Could they get it any hotter?

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Let's see what's hiding under there.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

You ready Maggy? Yeah.

One, two, three.

Woah! (ALL COUGHING, RETCHING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

(HISSING)

MAGGY: Hit the deck! Down! (DOT SCREAMS)

(ALL COUGHING, RETCHING)

BETSY: Wolfe! What in God's name happened?

Y'know when you put a Mento into a Coke bottle?

This is the sulphur and haemoglobin version.

Not helped by the heat.

Look at that.

He had a pacemaker at 40.

As if that wasn't enough of a warning?!

Oh, you've -

Appendix? Yeah.

BETSY: I'll inform Howard and Julia Gilk.

Well... I'll give them the gist.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hi.

Look, I know it's weird, but um,

I grew up in this flat.

I wondered if I could have a look around.

We found,

four sets of prints in the room,

one set of leather fibres, someone in gloves, maybe.

But we only found one set of prints

on the gaffer tape used to seal the room.

They match prints on a credit card belonging to Martha Gilk.

BETSY: So he overdosed and she freaked out?

Don't jinx it.

Michael was the sole heir to Gilk Industries.

I can think of 1.7 billion reasons to bump him off.

Steve, I think that maggot's definitely drowned, mate.

It's a beauty. Look.

Assuming that its growth was accelerated

by the presence of heroin in his blood,

Michael Gilk has been dead for, (INHALES DEEPLY)

at least a month.

So no blood samples.

Dot, can you take a shot of vitreous humour?

This is a nice mattress. Where's it from?

Can someone get a picture of the label for me, please?

(SQUELCHING)

Yeah, can we open another window? Can we open a window?

Stop.

Woah! Ms Jansen.

This is an active investigation.

I commend you on the gloves, but be careful.

Even they leave a trace.

These are not for your convenience.

There are needles everywhere, like confetti.

Hello,

are you OK? Yeah, fine thanks.

There was loads of traffic,

a big demolition job in Salford.

Gilk Industries.

Ironic.

Can you get Dot to analyse these?

I'm off to see Val.

Martha.

Martha!

Dr. Slater's given her a sedative.

Shall we fix a time to take her statement at the station today?

Can't we just take care of that here?

Mr Gilk's instructed me to thank you in advance for your discretion.

If Martha goes to the station,

there's no chance of keeping this situation out of the public eye.

She concealed human remains.

Two years ago, a magazine article claimed Martha had had an affair.

It was a baseless allegation, but it sent her into a tailspin,

both physically and mentally.

You can't blame that for everything that went wrong in this marriage.

Tell me, what exactly do you know about a healthy marriage?

But I remember a happy marriage.

It didn't have this many needles. I was very good at hiding them.

One way or another, Martha's going to trial.

Be realistic Val.

Valerie! Valerie!

Howard will give you his prints - but no blood, no DNA,

not without a warrant.

He's not having anyone in his family in a database.

Amber was Michael's nanny.

He wants custody of his grandson?

100 percent.

He's already trying to spin a case.

You're gonna help him do it?

Remember the size of our mortgage?

Someone's gotta be Team Goliath.

Why do you think I'm telling you this?

Keep an eye out for Martha, and she might stand a chance.

MAN: Seriously?

If she sneezed on you, you'd call that 'intimacy'.

I'm desperately sad, of course.

But not surprised. Would you say, Julia?

No, no, not surprised.

Amber, draw the curtains will you? He can't see what he's doing.

We don't want to delay Professor Burgess.

Kinteh.

Val kept her maiden name.

We've met before, of course.

Val was just saying that, and I'm trying to remember...

..forgive me. You kept saying

you were the only black face for, literally, miles.

Your wife got ill and you gallantly took her home.

Martha took our name.

And then, did the worst she could to our son's body.

Very much like her 'refurbishment' of the cottage.

Martha's a good kid.

She's not without her... complications

Sadly, Michael's addiction made him

isolated, paranoid, weak.

I don't think he could take the pain anymore.

Do you think he took his own life? No, of course he didn't!

I wouldn't be surprised.

I told you to open the curtains.

I'll be in my quarters when you need to do mine.

I'm a big investor in biotech.

A lot of people are very confident that in my lifetime,

we'll see the first synthetic neuro tissue from

human source.

We just need his brain stem.

We are talking about cryogenics?

I'd have to temper your expectations, Mr. Gilk.

Michael's been dead for some time.

But,

I hope you're right.

Well I'm banking on it, Professor.

Then there's a market of seven and a half billion people.

In the meantime,

the only two things that remain inevitable are death and taxes.

You should try my accountant.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Maxine not here yet?

No, she's picking her mum up from a police station. Again.

I've hacked Michael's pacemaker.

It shows he suffered from tachycardia before he died.

With a heroin OD, you'd expect low blood pressure and a weak pulse.

No other drugs in his blood? Coke?

No, just heroin.

And, not a life-threatening amount either, given his tolerance.

Bleeding in the intestines and stomach would make sense

if he had Hepatitis B or C, or HIV, but he doesn't.

The liver isn't diseased, either. But you know what does cause

tachycardia, internal bleeding,

liver failure and death...? Stage pause.

Poison. Obviously. You wrecked that. (CHUCKLES)

How's the vintage?

It's opulent, full-bodied, and yet refined.

There are no traces of talc, paracetamol, caffeine or starches.

In fact, there are no adulterants whatsoever. It's clean.

So the tachycardia- Whatever sent his heart haywire,

it wasn't the heroin.

Do you recognise the lab?

Judging on the purity,

it matches a couple of samples coming out of Salford.

That was rude.

Let's leave it for tonight, if that's alright?

Is this like a 'Less is more' conversation?

Where were you this morning?

I told you, I went to the hospital.

Which hospital? When?

Woah, hang on, Boss, I'm not happy about the way you're-

No. I just need to know which hospital you were at

when you saw demolition convoys at a Gilk property.

Salford Royal.

You're a star. Get your coats.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Grab what you can.

MAN: Hey! No fucking way!

If you can carry two, you can carry four.

You, five!

(MAN CONTINUES SHOUTING) You heard the man. Grab four!

WOLFE: Anything worth having?

STEVE: There's nothing in this lot.

But in these two,

we're finding splinters from chemistry glassware,

condensing valves, some of it high-end.

Let's get it tested.

We already did. It's identical to the heroin samples

we collected at Gilk’s cottage. Five-star gear.

So, Michael's own father is shoving him pure heroin?

What do you buy for a son who'll take absolutely anything?

A lab that makes nothing but the best.

I can also put Amber Jansen's DNA inside the same lab.

How? We haven't got her DNA yet.

Okay, but who else do we know connected to the family

with post-menopausal grey hair,

dyed blonde?

Well- Don't do the accent!

(KNOCKS ON DOOR) (DOOR OPENS)

(LIGHT TENSE MUSIC

I've come to formally request the return of Michael Gilk's remains.

Seriously?!

Howard wants to pop him in a freezer 'til the Jetsons come along

and shove a battery up his arse?

Maggy's just been telling me that Michael's tox report came back.

Nothing suspicious, no poisons.

Thank you, Maggy.

(DOOR CLOSES) (VAL SIGHS)

I just want to make this painless, OK?

Because Howard fights dirty.

Two can play at that game.

Don't start dick swinging.

We traced the heroin in Michael's blood

to a lab operating out of a Gilk property.

It was bulldozed an hour after he was identified.

Howard owns lots of old industrial spaces.

While they stand derelict, they do attract criminal activity.

So it was a coincidence?

I can place Amber Jansen at the lab, too.

Well I can't because I stole the evidence, but,

I imagine she's not above doing Howard's dirty work for him.

No one was murdered.

Michael had diarrhoea,

heroin bungs you up.

He was vomiting, bleeding internally.

Explain those symptoms?

Food poisoning?

No, no, no, that would have to be volcanic botulism,

which this categorically isn't.

Morning.

Erm, Amber,

have I got this right?

Jack was living with his grandparents for some time before they went away?

Michael and Martha relapsed.

Jack was removed for his own well-being.

You didn’t fancy the South of France?

Julia preferred me to stay.

I would give Michael food, and so on.

But then I received instructions

to leave the supplies at the cottage door.

(QUIETLY) Do you think that he killed himself?

If he did,

Martha has the blood on her hands!

(COUGHING)

(QUIETLY) Hello.

Are you Jack?

How are you doing? You coping?

I just want to see my mum.

I've come to take her fingerprints, then yours,

then I'm sure you can.

What's the most disgusting thing you've ever seen?

Ohhhhh,

I was on a train and the man opposite me

ate an entire Battenberg cake in one go.

I meant at work.

Nothing that bad. This guy didn't even chew.

He just shoved it in inch by inch, like an anaconda.

JULIA: Jack?

Jack darling, Grandpa's going to take you out for a drive.

I do need to take Jack's prints.

He's already got the McLaren out.

Lucky lad's got a cool granddad.

Oh,

like a lot of men,

Howard embraced parenting a generation too late.

Sorry if I was terse, Professor, when we met.

You understand. Of course.

You're doing a great job. But, uh,

Jack does need his mum, too.

Maybe.

I was once put on Butabarbital.

It was like staring up from a sewer.

You doing okay, Martha?

Was that Jack outside?

Yeah, he's just gone off with his granddad.

He's doing OK, though.

What is it?

They've taken him away from me.

Did you try and stop them?

How could I?

You know, when Howard thought I was cheating,

he bullied Mike into stifling me.

Reading me texts, me letters.

He knew he put the fear of god in Mike,

but he did it anyway.

When Michael...

..Mike got sick,

did you ever share the same symptoms?

Never.

He used to joke that I had high immunity.

Can you tell us how it started?

We thought it was only diarrhoea at first.

But then,

Mike vomited blood.

And then he couldn't breathe.

And then I lost both of them. (CRYING)

Jack is still your son, Martha.

Nothing can change that.

(WHISPERS) You obviously don't know any rich people.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Martha's been sleeping in here.

I think we should split up.

What have I done?

(SCOFFS LIGHTLY) No, I meant, I meant split up.

Mmm.

Are you okay?

My mum was an addict.

Yours?

Yeah, I didn't start off where I ended up.

Four foster families

and the last ones were the wealthiest, and

bingo,

they adopted.

But this poor kid has to go from top to bottom,

and that has to be a shittier ride.

Did you love her?

Yeah, that never goes away.

But since she married the guy that broke my ribs and,

my arm,

(INHALES DEEPLY)

we just,

stuck to swapping Christmas cards.

Hey.

Let's get a Chinese tonight.

It's pretty obvious which fingerprints are Jack's.

He’s the only child on the bloody estate.

Standard practice for elimination, you understand?

(JACK COUGHS)

You sound a bit peaky there, Jack.

Begging your pardon. He's a GP now.

He saw the doctor this morning for a check-up.

Julia and I are very health conscious,

she's in with the doctor now.

You know, a real one.

Those looks sore.

(WHISPERS) When I was your age, I was a big nail-biter too.

(SIGHING) Okay.

Okay, if that's done, let's be having you.

That's your lot.

(GROANS)

(RUMBLING, FARTING)

Is your stomach okay there, Jack?

The doctor gave him charcoal for it.

Come on, on your feet, Matey.

I need to go again!

Not yet.

For his dignity!

Castor oil would've had it sorted by now, guaranteed.

Come on!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

WOLFE: For ten points.

Which untraceable poison symptoms including coughs, vomiting,

diarrhoea and tachycardia,

is made from castor beans? MAGGY: 'Ricin.'

If you're serious, we need to file the case with Porton Down.

You reckon the paperwork will take less than two days?

Is this about saving Jack, or catching the killer?

To prove it was ricin that poisoned them, we need an antigen.

To make the antigen, we need ricin. And ricin

'is very easy to make.'

I didn't hear what you said, but,'

'don't repeat it, Wolfe.'

I've gotta go.

(TYRES SCREECH)

Mr Gilk.

What a beautiful car!

Look, I'm not a doctor,

I can't compel you to give me a sample of Jack's blood,

but it would give you absolute certainty

there's nothing more seriously wrong.

I'm a businessman, Professor. I respond to reciprocity.

I'd honestly give you anything, I just can't give you Michael's body.

Yeah, I don't want all of him.

But given the decomposition,

Michael's head needs to be in Palo Alto by Friday.

I can't let you decapitate your son.

That's not me, that's the law.

Just leave the red tape to me.

HOWARD: I can drive you to the morgue right now.

Is that your solution for all obstacles, Howard?

Bulldozing?

Oh!

Oh, we're talking about the lab in Salford, yes?

Are you?

Frankly,

it matters not one fuck, Professor.

If you've been, then you went without a warrant,

therefore trespassing.

If you removed anything, it's theft, etceterar, etceterarrrrr!

(ENGINE REVS)

When Michael

made his very best efforts for me,

they rewarded him with Methadone treatment.

There's no moral contest between

serving him that garbage,

or professionally manufactured heroin.

You know your organic, free range shit is on the street?

There's very little vetting that you can hypothetically do

with the kind of people who make heroin.

WOLFE: 'If Jack's only just been poisoned,'

there is a good chance that there is ricin in Howard's house.

Before we can go looking,

we need to prove that it is ricin that poisoned them.

We need to test Michael's vitreous humour

and Jack's blood for antigens.

Involving the illegal manufacture of ricin.

Can't we just tell Betsy?

Without material evidence, what can she do to speed up the process?

If we make ricin and botch it,

everyone in this building could be dead in 36 hours.

It's nearer 72.

We'll go to jail.

Every case which has ever been swayed by your expert testimony

could get overturned.

Look, I wouldn't ask you to break the law to solve a murder.

This is about saving a life.

I'm in.

Me too.

You can walk away, no harm done.

Don't you see how that would make my job impossible?

Right, I'll pop to the garden centre.

Oh, and where are we going to get a sample of Jack Gilk's blood?

(CAR LOCKS)

Nice practice.

You should have gone private.

Butabarbital.

This is Class B in the UK,

but you prescribed it to Martha.

Look, what do you want?

(LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MACHINE WHIRRING, VIBRATING)

(DOOR RATTLES)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(ALL GASP)

(STUTTERING)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Ricin definitely killed Michael Gilk.

Young Jack could only have ingested his dose since his return.

It's early symptoms, he was fine abroad.

Child Services need involving.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, the other way around.

In the absence of 'what we actually know',

we've got to find the ricin first.

Starting, where?!

In the cottage.

Wherever it was manufactured, there must be traces in there.

Michael never left.

(EXHALES LOUDLY)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

See!

We've got a bloody war crime in our lab

and no way of justifying its existence,

because the evidence has been obliterated

by fucking Squeak 'n' Bleach. It's still a result though,

if Howard's not guilty why else would he do this?

Because he can. And who's saying he's not covering for Amber?

Well, if it's between Jack dying and jail,

I hope you lot like making your tea on a radiator.

You know how I went to get power of attorney over Michael's money?

Uh-huh.

Well guess where I traced the cash to?

A swanky old people's home in Germany.

Uh,

Amber's been embezzling from Michael?

You know Howard's boffing her?

I do have eyes, yes.

Well, you'd be wrong.

That used to be true.

She was asked to leave.

Julia then brought her back from Germany,

presumably on reduced wages and permanent surveillance.

Why in God's name would Amber accept?

She loves this family.

'This family'? Mm.

You say that when you're presenting a case.

What am I really here for?

Oh, come on. On one level,

what's the rational argument against freezing yourself?

Worst case scenario, you just stay dead.

You're talking about reanimating meat.

At best, you’ll get a lamb chop that can walk.

You ambushed me for that? It’s in both of our best interests

to resolve this.

Jack's been poisoned, for your information,

Howard's destroying all the evidence all over the cottage.

You dragged me into this, Val. Dickhead.

If Jack's ill, I don't know why you're not intervening?

Jack isn't ill, not yet, but that doesn't...

I'm not supposed to know what I know.

One of them poisoned him! I just need a few hours’ head start.

JEFF: Helll-oo?

Someone left their keys in the door?

Wolfe was just leaving.

What're we celebrating Jeff?

Oh no, these were a client gift to the office,

but Flick and her mates can demolish 'em, though, yeh?

(PHONE DINGS)

Who is she?

That's Theresa Gillespie.

And for your information,

that's me being kissed, she's an ex-client.

Oh drop 'client' and we're a lot warmer.

They spent the night at hers.

JEFF: Wait a minute.

The whisky was a 'dark message' from you?

And this is the guy you still have mixed feelings for?

Stalking people like some creep who got kicked out the territorials.

Y'know, I've already heard enough to prosecute you.

Running my DNA from illegal samples you took.

Okay, out of the house, please.

You serious? Me?!

Yeah. (SCOFFS)

- And take him with you! - Hey!

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

I am so sorry!

I thought he was coming at me!

Seriously?

Oh, my God.

I need your PayPal for my gymnastics subs, before I get booted out.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Y’alright Dad?

Yep.

Yes, I took twelve hours to tell her 'no,'

because I thought I'd found a future.

And it turned out to involve this...

..fucking lunatic.

I'm done here. (KEYS SLAM ON COUNTER)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

Well done, Wolfe.

Not only will Howard not be charged for tampering with the cottage,

we'll need a warrant to enter his property.

What did I do?

You pissed off his lawyer.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Now, what was so important?

We made ricin.

D'you know what you've done to me by just saying that, you basketcase?!

Wolfe Kinteh, I'm arresting you- Betsy, behave!

I can't prove that there's ricin in Jack's blood,

without confessing to how I made the antigen.

If I can't arrest you, I'll get you sectioned.

Unless we can find ricin at the Gilk estate.

How will I get a warrant without throwing my CSI team under the bus?

Well if we find ricin then it won't matter.

And if we don't, you can arrest me.

Jeff lobs the punch, and Dad gets thrown out with him?

Your dad's hands were not clean today, believe me.

Yeah, because he cares.

Stalkers "care"!

Calling Dad a stalker's not cool.

Alright? He's got enough labels.

Mental health doesn't mitigate being an arsehole

when he's being an arsehole,

and, believe me, I can tell the difference.

The only reason Dad was here today was because you invited him.

He rang to say.

I hadn't the heart to disabuse him

in case things went somewhere after you'd sweetened him for the client.

He was excited. Are you deliberately

trying to sound like him!

I don't appreciate you being such a child about this, Flick.

There's nothing binary about it.

What if it's neither of them?

But y'know, give me a year or two to get back on Tinder, won't you!?

You missed one.

(PHONE RINGING)

HOWARD: 'Where are you?' Um, I'm-

What the fuck have you let them do to me?

'This is a disgrace!'

(SIRENS WAILING)

DCI Chambers,

my family are being bullied and intimidated by your officers.

This warrant is a joke.

WOLFE: Mr Gilk, sir,

everyone needs to leave this house immediately.

Will you get this man off my property?

Howard, the warrant stands up, and even if there were holes in it...

"Holes?" You could drive a fucking tractor through it!

If you push back, people are going to wonder what you've got to hide.

So are you going to get rid of them or what?

When you hired me, you said you didn't want a yes man.

I'm telling you, no.

Then I accept your resignation.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Oh my God.

Can I say first, that was the old Val I just saw, and-

And can I just say next,

what the fuck have you just gone and done?

You were completely magnificent, classy poise and tradecraft,

it was like the old you!

Well, it was the old you, but you now, so...

The only thing I need from you, Wolfe,

is to know that you can cover the mortgage if I get the boot for this.

Wolfe?

Do you think there is something missing from this bed?

(HUFFS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hi Maggy.

We came out pretty empty handed. Is that right?

Yeah it's mainly just muddy clothes from the laundry piles.

That's not mud.

This estate is built on clay soil.

Doesn't show up red on clothes.

Yeh, well it's not ricin, is it?

As soon as my boss wakes up, this is over.

I'm literally calling it a day, Wolfe.

Jack had red dirt under his nails -

I'm getting too old for these.

It's like a pressure cooker for the peri-menopause.

What're we looking at?

Brick dust.

Maggy, Dominique, check the grounds, uh,

mainly areas with high moisture causing decomp.

I'll take Steve if that's okay?

Seriously, Maggy, is this the time and place?

If this goes tits up,

an undisclosed relationship could be the final nail in our coffin.

But you can't just share a coffee

No, only up to a certain point.

We've just been flirting that's it.

Why? She's smart.

Everyone in the building's smart. Why pick on her?

I want a relationship, Maggy.

(SCOFFS) Look,

I'm your line manager.

Just tell me the truth and you can stay on the team.

I promise you,

nothing's gonna happen. (HUFFS)

W-what, I'm-

I'm probably not even her type.

I'm too posh or, I dunno.

(CLATTERING)

(HOPEFUL MUSIC)

Next of kin only, I'm afraid. What?

I heard Grandpa talking to you.

He said my dad killed himself.

Is that why you broke into mum and dad's house?

To get the card back?

I didn't want anyone to know what I wrote.

I made dad kill himself.

He didn't kill himself.

I promise.

I don't understand, sweetheart.

What does the card say?

I said I hated dad.

But I hate you more.

Because you never left him.

Even for me.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

I'm sorry.

And dad hid it from mum, didn't he?

He didn't want to upset her.

Why didn't you destroy the card?

It was the last thing my dad read.

(VOICE BREAKS) I love you.

I love you so much.

And I'm never going to leave you again.

I don't understand how ricin kills you if it's just lying in the card.

It'll kill you if it's aerosolised, if it gets right into the lungs.

How do you aerosolise a powder with something you buy from Clinton's?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Oh, I'm touched.

Can you tell me when these stems were broken?

And check the soil out.

There are two sets of prints on the card, Michael's and Jack's.

But we know Amber wears gloves.

It's possible that Michael found out that Amber was ripping him off,

she decided to silence him.

But the card was sent to Martha.

Hypothetically,

what if Howard blames Martha for enabling Michael’s addiction?

And Howard's a scientist,

he'd be clued up on ricin.

Like I said, hypothetically.

(SIGHS)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

We'll be able to release your son's body soon.

I know that you're both keen to get his head to California.

Well,

the science is speculative.

I'd choose another word beginning with S.

But you know that.

I looked you up, you got a double 1st from Cambridge.

Howard only scraped a 3rd.

Howard played the genius, I did the work.

It was efficient.

I'd love your help with a theory of mine?

Jesus!! What are you playing at?!

It's aerosolised talcum powder.

All you need is a card and some glue.

How very childish. It's ingenious.

You told Jack to write the card.

I don't want to be vulgar, but,

do you have any proof?

You know, when someone treads on a plant,

they cut off the hormone that controls its growth.

Without that hormone,

all the shoots below the break start to grow like crazy.

If you measure the shoots, you can tell how long ago they were broken.

Five weeks ago, you made ricin,

poisoned the card to Martha,

then went on holiday.

Sadly for you, Michael intercepted it.

Howard overcompensated

by indulging Michael.

By paying for his drugs, making his drugs.

His guilt was literally killing our son.

I thought a shock

could pull him out of his spiral. Say,

if Martha left him.

Who spread the rumours about her affair?

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

But she still wouldn't leave, would she?

Not even when you took Jack away.

So what if she loved Michael?

A good woman knows when to put herself last.

I've been doing it my whole damn life.

Come on, Julia.

The sacrifices you made were still a choice.

You tried to take Martha out!

For my son!

I didn't dislike her.

She was too thin, she was squalid and uninspiring

but it wasn't malicious. (GASPS SOFTLY)

She was collateral damage.

Same applies to young Jack?

I didn't know he was ill.

I would never, ever hurt... (VOICE BREAKS)

(CRYING) It was the most logical thing to do, Professor.

(SOBBING)

I'll kill you! No - Howard!

I'll kill you!

I will kill you!

(GUNSHOT) (GRUNTING)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)

(SOBBING) I want him back.

I want him back.

So is it happily ever after for Howard and Amber?

No way, she ripped him off.

I think he'll press charges.

If I was Julia, I'd've killed Amber.

Julia ran the business for Howard.

Then he goes and shags the nanny. (SCOFFS)

On balance, that might have worked out better than killing her son.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

FLINT: Dad?

Can I stay with you tonight?

(BEEPING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(GASPS) Oh my fu...

Maggy,

you walk like a mouse.

Aren't you with Steve tonight?

Why would Steve be with me?

Why indeed.

But when you two get caught, Dominique, it won't be personal.

Last one in, first one out.

That's a gender-free bye-law.

Yeh, but this doesn't just involve you, Dominique!

Well aware of that, Maggy.

(ON TAPE RECORDER) MAGGY: 'If we make ricin and botch it,

everyone in this building could be dead in 36 hours.'

WOLFE: 'It's nearer 72.'

MAGGY: 'We'll go to jail.'

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