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["Clearly" by Grace VanderWaal] ♪ There's a world outside my door ♪

♪ I don't know it anymore, I'm gonna stay here now ♪

♪ 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 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 ♪

[dramatic music]

Val? I'm on my way.

Is it behind the big house?

[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, uh, live here, independently.

How's, uh, Jeff, by the way?

Seriously? I've just told you there is a smell

coming from the cottage, and you're fishing about Jeff?

They call this a cottage?

So Howard, um, 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.

-Nobody's got a key? -Hence the locksmith.

[laughs]

[door creaks]

[tense music]

Ugh!

Oh my god.

Oh my god, I'm tasting it.

-Yup. -Ooh.

100% cadaver. 999, right now.

-Breathe through the mouth. -Oh my god.

Don't vomit here, you'll contaminate the scene!

[flickering]

[footsteps]

[screams]

This... Martha, look at me, do you recognize me?

Okay, this is, this is my husband, Wolfe.

[cries]

[sighs]

It's okay.

Oh. Urgh!

Could they get it any hotter? Urgh.

[camera clicking]

Let's see what's hiding under there.

-You ready, Maggy? -Yeah.

One, two, three.

Whoa. [coughing] [flies buzzing]

[camera clicking]

[hissing]

Hit the deck! Down! [loud pop]

[screaming]

Oh! [coughs]

Wolfe, what in God's name happened?

Well, you know when you put a Mentos into a Coke bottle? This is the sulphur and hemoglobin version.

Not helped by the heat.

-Look at that. -Oh.

He had a pacemaker at 40.

As if that wasn't enough of a warning?

Oh, uh...

-Appendix? -Yeah.

I'll inform Howard and Julia Gilk.

Well, I'll give them the gist.

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

I grew up in this flat.

I wondered if I could have a look around?

[buzzing]

We found four sets of prints in the room,

uh, one set of leather fibers. 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.

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 at least a month.

So no blood samples?

Dot, can you take a shot of vitreous humor?

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

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

[squelching]

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

[flies buzzing]

Stop!

Whoa! 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 okay?

Yeah, fine thanks.

There was loads of traffic.

A big demolition job in Salford.

Gilk Industries. Ironic.

Can you get Dot to analyze 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?

Uh, 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, Wolfe, what exactly do you know

about a healthy marriage?

Well, I remember a happy marriage,

and 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.

[helicopter whirring]

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%. He's already trying to spin a case.

You're gonna help him do it?

Remember the size of our mortgage?

Well, someone's got to be Team Goliath.

Why do you think I'm telling you this?

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

[Pilot] Seriously?

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

[breathes loudly]

Well, I'm desperately sad, of course, but, uh,

not surprised, would you say, uh, 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.

Oh, we've met before, of course.

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

[laughs] 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.

Well, 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.

[clock ticking]

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.

Maybe you should try my accountant.

Maxine not here yet?

Uh, 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.

The 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.

[laughs] 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-- -Yeah, whatever sent

his heart haywire, it wasn't the heroin.

Do you recognize 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 alright?

Uh...

Is this, is this like a less is more conversation?

Where were you this morning?

I told you, I went to the hospital.

Yeah, which hospital? When?

Whoa, whoa, hang on, Boss. I'm not happy about the way... 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.

[beeping]

[shouting]

Grab what you can.

Hey! No fucking way.

If you can carry two, you can carry four.

You, five!

You heard the man. Grab four!

No one's getting a break 'til Stage One's cleared!

Anything worth having?

Uh, there's nothing in this lot. But in these two, we're finding,

uh, splinters from chemistry glassware, condensing valves.

Some of it high-end.

-Well, let's get it tested. -Oh, 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 gray hair dyed blonde?

-Well... -Don't do the accent.

[knocking]

[sighs]

I've come to formally request

the return of Michael Gilk's remains.

-Seriously? -[Val] Mm-hm.

Howard wants to pop him in a freezer

''til the Jetsons come along and shove a battery up his ass? Maggy's just been telling me

that Michael's tox report came back.

Nothing suspicious, no poisons.

Thank you, Maggy.

[sighs]

I just want to make this painless, okay?

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 beyond

doing Howard's dirty work for him.

No one was murdered.

Michael had diarrhea. 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.

Um, Amber, have I got this right?

Jack was living with his grandparents for some time

before, uh, they went away?

Yeah. 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.

Do you think that, uh, he killed himself?

If he did, Martha has the blood on her hands.

[coughs]

Hello. Are you Jack?

How are you doing? You coping?

I just want to see my mum.

Yeah, I'm just going to take her prints, and then yours,

then I'm sure you can.

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

Ooh. 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. I mean, this guy didn't even chew. He just shoved it in inch by inch, like an anaconda.

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?

He's gone off with his granddad. He's doing okay, 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 my texts, my 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 a high immunity.

Can you tell us how it started?

We thought it was only diarrhea at first.

And then Mike vomited blood.

And then he couldn't breathe.

And then I lost both of them.

Jack is still your son, Martha. Nothing can change that.

You obviously don't know any rich people.

[camera clicks]

Martha's been sleeping in here.

I think we should split up.

What have I done?

[laughs]

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 who broke my ribs and my arm,

[sighs] we've 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?

[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. When I was your age,

I was a big nail-biter too.

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

That's your lot.

Ah. Ooh.

[stomach gurgles]

Is your stomach okay there, Jack?

The doctor gave him charcoal for it.

Go 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.

For ten points, which untraceable poison,

symptoms including coughs, vomiting,

diarrhea 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 for that will take

-less than two days? -Is this about

saving Jack Gilk, 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 got to go.

[screeches]

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.

I can drive you to the morgue right now.

Is that your solution for all obstacles, Howard?

Bulldozing?

Ooh. 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, etcetera, etcetera.

[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 streets?

There's very little vetting that you can hypothetically do

with the kind of people who make heroin.

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 humor

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.

[scoffs]

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.

Th

is 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 center.

But where are we gonna get a sample of Jack Gilk's blood?

Nice practice.

You should have gone private.

[laughs]

Butabarbital.

This is Class B in the UK. You prescribed it to Martha.

Look, what do you want?

[rattles]

[tense music]

Oh! Oh!

[laughs] [sighs]

Ricin definitely killed Michael Gilk.

Young Jack could only have ingested this dose

since his return.

It's early symptoms, he was fine abroad.

Child Services need involving.

No, the other way round, okay?

In the absence of what we actually know,

we've got to find the ricin first.

Starting where?

In the cottage. You know,

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

Michael never left.

[exhales]

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?

Mm-hm. 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.

Um, 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.

[sighs] 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 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.

Hello? 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 them, though, yeah?

[phone rings]

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.

Wait a minute.

Oh, the whiskey 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.

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

Running my DNA from illegal samples you took.

Okay, out of the house, please.

Are you, you serious? Me?

-Yeah. -Oh!

-And take him with you. -Hey!

[smack]

[pants]

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.

You all right, Dad?

Yup.

Yes, it took me 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.

Well done, Wolfe.

Not only will Howard not be charged

with tampering with the cottage,

we'll need a warrant to enter his property.

What did I do?

You pissed off his lawyer.

Now, what was so important?

We made ricin.

Do you know what you've done to me

by just saying that, you basket case?

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, 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 is not cool. All right? He's got enough labels.

Mental health doesn't mitigate being an asshole

when he's being an asshole.

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 deliber

ately 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, you know, give me a year or two to get

back on Tinder, won't you?

You missed one.

[phone rings]

-Where are you? -Uh, I'm--

What the fuck have you let them do to me?

This is a disgrace!

[sirens sound]

DCI Chambers, my family's being bullied

and intimidated by your officers.

This warrant's a joke.

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.

Oh my god.

Can I say first, that was the old Val I just saw-- And can I 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's something missing from this bed?

[sighs]

[tense music]

[mumbling]

Hi Maggy.

Uh, we came out pretty empty-handed.

Is that right?

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

That's not mud.

This estate is built on clay soil.

Doesn't show up red on clothes.

Yeah, 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 this.

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

What are 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.

Cause you can't just share a coffee.

No. Only after a certain point.

[sighs] Okay, 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 going to happen.

[scoffs] What? I'm...

[sighs] I'm probably not even her type.

I'm too posh or... I don't know.

-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.

Cause you never left him, even for me.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, and dad hid it from mum, didn't he?

Didn't want to upset her.

Why didn't you destroy the card?

It was the last thing my dad read.

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 aerosolized.

If it gets right into the lungs.

How do you aerosolize a powder with something

you buy from Clinton's?

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.

[breathes deeply]

[classical music playing]

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 first from Cambridge.

Howard only scraped a third.

Howard played the genius, I did the work.

It was efficient.

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

[birds screech]

Jesus! What th-- what are you playing at?

It's aerosolized 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?

Well, you know, when someone treads on a plant,

they cut off the hormone that controls its growth.

Without that hormone, all the shoots,

uh, 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 sh

ock could pull him out of his spiral.

Say, if Martha left him.

Who spread the

rumors about her affair?

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.

She was collateral damage.

Same applies to young Jack?

I, I didn't know he was ill.

I would never, ever hurt...

[cries]

It was the most logical thing to do, Professor.

[cries]

-I will kill you. -No, Howard. No.

I will kill... I will kill...

[bang]

[struggling]

[cries]

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.

[doorbell rings] If I was Julia,

I'd have killed Amber.

Julia ran the business for Howard

then he goes and shags the nanny.

On balance, that might have worked out better

than killing her son. [chuckling]

Dad?

Can I stay with you tonight?

[beeping]

[slams]

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 bylaw.

Yeah, but this doesn't just involve you, Dominique.

Well aware of that, Maggy.

[scoffs]

[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.