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♪ Ooh ♪

Okay, right.

♪ Now get my sugar down town ♪

♪ Now get my sugar down town ♪

Hi there Boleyn Beauties

Today's the day.

I'm actually doing it.

♪ Sugar baby downtown ♪

♪ Now get my sugar ♪

Am I nervous?

Of course I am,

but that's normal though, right?

It's so comforting to know
that you, my Boleyn Beauties,

are at my side.

Of course, I'm in the
expert hands of the A team,

the ultimate power couple,
Al Ford and Mariel Flynn.

The Posh and Becks of plastic surgery.

But we will have to
turn that off now Rose.

Discretion is our middle name.

Here it goes Boleyn Beauties.

See you on the other side.

And again, thank you Rose

for choosing Ford and Flynn, welcome.

Yes, a very, very warm
welcome to Flynn and Ford,

Miss Boleyn.

I've cancelled the whole
of the clinic today

so you're the only patient here.

Really?

Very thoughtful, Mariel, for you.

Thank you, Algernon.

Algernon?

Yes, his mother had a
very fertile imagination.

Ooh, Spikey, who's a good boy?

Who's a good boy?

Let's get Spike settled, shall we?

Here we go.

Shall I take Miss Boleyn's bag?

Thank you.

Aww, he wants to stay with us.

Is it my perfume?

It's your oestrogen, he's
a slobbering misogynist.

The dog, not Al.

The gods of comedy are
smiling on us today.

So I will leave you

in the capable hands of Al and his team,

and I shall see you on the other side

with your lovely new nose.

Right, let's get you settled, shall we?

So, here I am, about to get
prepped for my procedure.

I'm nervous, I'm excited.

Wish me luck.

Hope this is au revoir and
not a goodbye.

This way please, Rose.

♪ Downtown, downtown ♪

♪ Downtown, downtown ♪

Look to the side.

♪ Downtown, downtown ♪

Now look to me.

♪ Excuse me pleases ♪

Good.

- Mariel.
- Andrew, hi.

I want you to change the
terms of the divorce.

Now dear, I want you to
count backwards from 100,

and think of puppies.

♪ Hallelujah, noel ♪

♪ Now get my sugar downtown ♪

♪ Baby, downtown ♪

♪ Now get my sugar downtown ♪

♪ Now get my sugar downtown ♪

♪ Now get my sugar downtown ♪

♪ Now get my sugar downtown ♪

♪ Excuse me baby ♪

♪ Now get my sugar downtown ♪

♪ Excuse me baby ♪

♪ Now get my sugar downtown ♪

Propofol.

Nice work.

Thanks, so back to the cars,

apart from the Citroen
I'm not really bothered,

you can have them.

It's the house I'm now worried about.

Second propofol.

Chisel.

No, not this one, I
want the mortise chisel.

I need my mortis chisel,
straight edged blade now,

come on.

Straight edges, straight.

It's not here.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry Andrew,

that's an original Victorian commode,

it's been in my family for years.

Just give me a second.

Off you go.

Somebody stop Spike barking?

I'll go.

Come on Spike.

Propofol.

Dan, what the hell?

Shit, vitals are dropping.

Danny, what's happening?

What?

- I...
- Quickly please.

- Danny!
- I...

Okay, starting CPR, defib now.

Go, go.

Come on please, come on Penny, thanks.

Charging.

- Set.
- Yes.

Clear, shocking.

Come on.

- Do something.
- Stay with me.

- Ma'am?
- Yeah?

You remember how
your boyfriend's a gas fitter?

Yeah, I remember.

And you told me to give you a shout

if ever I had any trouble with my boiler.

The Albanian and the sewage works,

two days they want me in
court next week, two days.

Sorry, your boiler.

Well, the water's not very hot,

and it's making a funny noise.

What kind of noise?

One more time.

My office Lauren.

Sounds like it's a problem
with your valve pressure.

DCI McDonald, this is James Lockhart,

senior coroner, Western England region.

We have an issue Detective
McDonald requires handling.

Rose Boleyn, a 26 year old
social media influencer,

recently deceased.

I'll send you the files,

an adverse medical outcome last week

during a cosmetic surgery procedure

at the Flynn and Ford private
clinic on Bishop street.

Her death was confirmed by the surgeon

and anaesthetist on site.

The body was brought to me
at the Royal United hospital

by Mariel Flynn, the consultant surgeon.

The designated cause of death
was logged as a heart attack.

Mr Lockhart recorded a verdict
of death by misadventure,

Before the tox report results came back.

Could look negligent.

Al Ford and Mariel Flynn are high profile

and highly reputable surgeons.

There was no reason to
think anything was amiss.

Open the tox report.

Potassium chloride in her bloodstream,

but that's fatal.

So, our esteemed coroner

and a bunch of high
profile doctors messed up,

to protect them.

Yeah, and us peasants
have to clear it all up.

Ma'am, you do realise
that we're being asked

to solve a murder with a
five day old crime scene,

and no body.

That's why we have you?

That photo does not do you justice.

Sorry, terrible habit.

Lauren.

I don't see faces, I see...

Opportunities.

- Rose Boleyn?
- Yes.

Suspicious death, I don't understand.

Yes, Rose died of a heart attack.

Well, yeah, hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

It's where...

Where the walls of the
heart muscles thicken,

and it disrupts the
cardiac electrical system.

And you performed the operation, Dr. Ford?

Yes.

And the anaesthetist was
a Dr Daniel McCartney,

and the two theatre nurses
were a Miss Penelope Haggard

and a Mr Jian yang.

We need to talk to the
four of you in detail,

new evidence has come to
light which casts doubt

on the coroner's verdict
of death by misadventure.

What new evidence?

I need the place shutdown for the day,

and everyone who was not present

at Rose Boleyn's operation sent home.

We believe Rose Boleyn was murdered.

Why was it you
and not your husband

or Dr McCartney that accompanied
the body to the hospital.

Al's not my husband,

well, almost not my husband.

Al insisted that I go to the hospital

because James Lockhart, the coroner,

well, he and I go way back here.

He used to hold it a little torch for me.

Yes, I've spoken to Mr. Lockhart.

He was...

Don't worry, it's not you.

He hates women, draws
excessively after eating,

and then licks his own testicles.

A little too enthusiastically I might add.

Anyway, sorry, I must
stop talking about Al.

The cause of death was
potassium chloride poisoning.

Potassium chloride?

A highly toxic substance,

once introduced to the human bloodstream

death occurs within minutes.

And since you, Mr Ford,

pronounced Miss Boleyn dead
at 12:18 on Monday morning,

and she'd been in surgery
for less than an hour.

And since this surgical
wing was locked and sealed,

well, the unavoidable conclusion
is that she was murdered

in the operating theatre...

By one of you.

I got to the hospital and it
was obviously heart failure,

I assumed it was natural causes, not this.

One of Al's surgical team?

That's where the evidence is telling us.

No, according to our medical advisor,

the only way that potassium chloride

could have entered Rose's system is,

sorry.

Intravenously.

Administered by me.

Just so we're clear,

I'm the only one who can
access the anaesthetic.

So I took three vials
of propofol from here,

checked they were sealed, which they were.

When you say you're the only one

who can access the anaesthetic,

what do you mean by that?

Well, there's a lot of powerful,
high-value drugs in here,

so for security reasons,

I'm the only one who has the access code.

What about you Mr Ford?

No, this is Dan's field,

I do operations, Dan does the drugs.

Sorry.

I then broke the seals,

applied the propofol to
the intravenous drip,

and made a note of the time.

No one could have
interfered with those vials,

Well, did anyone else touch them?

Well, I did.

But I passed them to Dr McCartney.

Well, it's standard procedure.

What about you, Mr Yang?

No, I was dealing with Spike.

Spike?

Ms Flynn's dog.

My dog.

Mariel has temporary
custody, divorce negotiation.

In terms of McCartney, can
you show us the empty vials?

No.

Medical waste.

They go straight in the disposal bin.

Sorry.

Before Rose Boleyn came
into the clinic on Monday,

did any of you have any contact
or relationship with her?

No.

No.

No.

No.

Apart from a 40 minute
consultation a week before surgery.

Well ma'am, no crime scene, no body,

and now with those vials
missing, no murder weapon.

And, no motive so far.

But there has been a
cover up, driven by Al.

Excuse me, Lauren.

Sorry, I forgot, it's Rose's,

she left it in her room.

Now, I can't locate her family,

but I thought in light of
everything that's happened,

this might be useful.

Well, I'll take that.

Thanks Ms Flynn.

♪ Why explain ♪

♪ I don't know why our
lives are the same ♪

♪ Things change suddenly ♪

♪ And so it goes ♪

♪ I just wish I could turn back the time ♪

♪ To when things were simple and fine ♪

Mariel.

Al.

Primitivo '94.

Our honeymoon.

I'm getting figs, blueberries,
sunsets on olive groves,

you ogling the chamber maid.

And a back note of Mariel's over febrile,

paranoid imagination, born
of deep seated insecurities

rooted in childhood trauma.

Nice, I go low, you go subterranean.

Okay Mariel, what's this all about?

Why have you brought me here?

Well, now, I've been having a rethink.

A serious rethink.

Damn it Mariel.

Look, I've been rethinking too.

Algernon, you actually want to

stay married to me of all people?

No, I didn't say that.

But it's what you were thinking.

You have no idea what I'm thinking.

Which is why I'm divorcing you.

I want the clinic Al, all of it.

I've been mulling over
the financial settlement,

and I think I deserve...

Deserve?

Well, that's it, is it?

How are you going to get a
judge to give you the clinic?

Because you're going to get struck off.

What?

You and your mate Dan.

A patient was murdered on your
watch, right onto your nose.

It's criminal negligence, minimum.

And what about you Mariel?

Getting the coroner to turn a blind eye.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd think you killed that girl.

And if I didn't know any better,

I'd think you killed that girl.

And if I didn't know any better,

I'd think you murdered
that girl to discredit me,

and get your grubby little
trotters on the clinic.

Why Al?

Why did you kill her?

Yeah, I text you his address,

he said it's making a funny noise.

No, I'm not doing it again.

Just get around there and fix the boiler.

And I want a full
report on his lifestyle.

Okay?

Good, I gotta go.

The boyfriend's coming round
to look at your boiler tonight.

Thank you ma'am.

Right, Dan McCartney's waiting up there,

let's see what he's
got to say for himself.

I am an anaesthetist of
25 years standing, okay?

Potassium chloride,
it's a blunt instrument,

if I wanted to kill someone
on the operating table,

you guys wouldn't even have a clue.

I've got nothing to do with this,

I just want to be clear on that.

Dr McCartney pending further inquiries,

your status here today
is significant witness.

Let's start from the beginning.

Dr McCarthy, in the
secured wing of the clinic,

you put Rose Boleyn under anaesthetic.

Then wheeled her to the
operating theatre at 11:15?

Yes.

And during the procedure

you monitored her vital signs,

and kept her topped up with propofol.

Yup.

As the anaesthetist,

I'm holding the patient's
life in my hands,

when I call for the
propofol, I get the propofol,

and I administer it...

Without seeing exactly who gives it to me.

Sorry, could you just explain
that for us Dr McCartney?

I'm exclusively focused
on the operating table

and the monitors.

When I make the call,

I put my hand down behind me like this.

Propofol.

So possibly

any of the other three people
in the theatre could have

handed you the rogue vial.

Maybe, I don't know.

Dr McCartney, are you okay?

No, I'm not okay, I killed
that girl, didn't I?

Someone I know and trust has used me.

Rose's phone, you got anything?

It's with tech support
they've unlocked it,

but there's thousands
of videos and photos.

I've got to mate there
trolling through it all,

so if anything turns up,
I'll be the first to know.

Okay.

If McCartney didn't do this,

and he can't tell us who
passed in the fatal vial.

Well, the surgical team,

they were all in and out of theatre.

We go back to them and everyone
who was is in that clinic.

Get on it you two.

Faye arrived as usual,
about 8:45 in the morning.

Mariel was here, she's always
first to arrive at the clinic.

I'm sure I left out Al's
chisel, it's his special chisel.

But it wasn't there,

so I had to the equipment room to get it.

The dog was barking out in the corridor,

so I had to go sort it.

I'm an agency nurse, not
a bloody dog whisperer.

Is that allowed?

Only when
you're playing for money.

Mariel is a very unstable
and materialistic woman.

First, she wants a
friendly 50, 50 divorce.

Then she metastasizes into the
vengeful vindictive harridan

she's always dreamed of being.

Say it loud, say it
proud, we're divorcing.

We might not be a couple,

but we're still a family.

Sir, if we could just keep to the point.

Now, at what time did Miss Boleyn arrive?

9:30.

Mariel did the usual welcome spiel,

and then I went to my office
to check over my notes.

If you want to understand
why Al is the way he is

just Google his mother.

Strength is your weakness.

Tell me about it.

What time...

Look for Ajoa Abeesie.

Had Al's life all mapped out for him,

high profile, trans-national
public health job,

maybe even politics.

Then he met me.

Lucky.

When did I first set eyes on her?

The Horse and Jockey,
Kentish Town, April '94.

She was singing karaoke.

♪ Simply the best ♪

♪ Better than all the rest ♪

Gosh, it was awful.

I was brilliant,

still am.

Karaoke's my release.

Excuse me.

Sorry, yeah.

I left Rose in the charge
of Al and his team,

I went up to my office.

I had a call booked
with my lawyer at 9:50.

Do you know, just a little preemptive lift

just around the eyes wouldn't go a miss.

Just take the edge off you.

A face is not a face,

for me a face is a canvas.

I don't see the patient,

I see the sculpture
inside the block of stone.

You mean like Michelangelo?

Exactly Sergeant Dudes.

No, it's Dodds sir.

Sure, I'm an artist.

Mariel's more of a
craftsman, crafts woman,

crafts person.

I describe her as the
Wise to my Morecambe,

greater.

Gosh, she could make
Muhammad Ali feel insecure.

Sir, if we could just get back...

Get back to the day after she
announced the divorce, yes.

Look what she did, Teddy
Pendergrass' debut album.

The first pressing.

Scratched.

And do know what she said

when she finally calmed down a
week later by way of apology?

She would buy me the CD.

I'm sorry, where was I?

Your patient went into cardiac arrest.

Yes.

Rose was cremated two days after she died,

paid for by you.

Paid for by Flynn and Ford TLC.

Why the rush to cremate?

Rose had no family,
she died in our clinic,

it was the least I could do.

Lauren, I don't know whether
you were born suspicious,

or men have made you that way,

or the job, or what.

A little bit more of an
almond shape on the eye,

yeah, that could work, yeah.

Do I look suspicious all the time?

Well, I don't know, ma'am,

I suppose it's what
these young'uns call your

game face.

Game face?

Steady on Lauren, that's police property,

you don't want to be a suspect.

I have some background on Flynn and Ford,

some might say gossip, I say intelligence.

Jerry, my long suffering husband
is a consultant oncologist,

he took me along as his plus one

to Al and Mariel's wedding
vowels renewal party.

When was this sir?

Three months ago, a big party of 200.

But just as they get on
the stage for the ceremony,

Mariel announces they're divorcing.

Completely out of the blue.

Even the caterers were embarrassed.

I'll bear that in mind going forward sir.

I know what you're thinking Lauren,

that I've got you covering
for our esteemed coroner.

But in the grand scheme of things,

it's politic for senior
officer in my position

to have a coroner in his pocket.

Concomitantly it's politic
from less senior officer

like yourself to be in the good books

of a more senior officer like myself,

who has an esteemed coroner in his pocket.

Everybody wins,

from the highest of the high
to the lowest of the low.

It's the circle life.

If in doubt double click.

Thank you, sir.

I will never understand that man.

I understand that some of
you don't really approve,

and I know some of you think
that my nose is perfectly fine.

But when I look in the mirror,

I see something that's really
affecting my well-being.

Honestly, this isn't about how I look,

it's about how we feel, my self worth.

The trolls and the haters
won't tell us how to live,

because we are strong and independent.

We make our happiness and
self-worth our priority.

For the last six months

she's been doing a twice weekly vlog.

Rose's romantic adventures in Bath.

She's on an emotional journey,

searching for the perfect partner,

while also promoting
various bespoke products.

Lifestyle influencer,

over 35,000 followers and growing.

Until she decided to get the nose job,

at which point some of
her fans unfollowed her

because they thought it was off brand.

A few of them trolled her.

Unfollowed?

Trolled?

Others, the ultra loyal Boleyn beauties

are demanding the truth about her death.

They think the clinic
botched the procedure

and there's been a coverup.

Well, let's not add any fuel
to the fire by letting it

get out that we're
conducting a murder inquiry.

We do not want media heat on this one.

Lifestyle influencer?

Influencers are people...

He knows what an influencer is.

But what is a lifestyle?

It's the stuff you do, you think and...

I don't know, cushions.

Deep background on the victim,

she had a lot of relationships.

We're looking for any
connection to these four,

and everything you can get in the clinic;

finances, business plans, market, clients.

What about her family?

Still working on that.

Rose Boleyn wasn't her real name,

she changed by deed poll,

so I'm waiting on her
original birth certificate.

Who was Rose Boleyn?

Are you sure this is
where Rose Boleyn lived?

Yes, why?

Well, it's just that the
view of Bath behind her

in these vlogs are several stories up.

This is a basement.

And we're side from the abbey here.

Whereas that view is from the North.

Look at all this.

Looks like sponsored content
and product promotions,

this is expensive.

It's complimentary,

all these companies giving her free stuff.

Hathledge hotel, posh.

Okay.

This seems like the room
from her posts, but...

Dawn.

Dusk.

Autumn.

Winter.

It's all an illusion.

A very romantic illusion.

Your tablet's just pinged.

Not half.

What's happening?

The boss, it seems Dr Dan McCartney's

not been straight with us.

Your recent social media activity.

200 downloads from Rose Boleyn's vlogs,

over a thousand likes
on her Instagram page.

Most of those are late at night,

or into the early hours of the morning.

Kind of obsessive.

I didn't know her personally,

I just admired her attitude.

It's not illegal.

It doesn't a good for you Dan,

an obsession with the victim.

Why would I kill her?

I don't need the why
when I've got the how.

Someone in that operating
theatre killed Rose,

and it was you who
administer the fatal drug.

Al.

What do you mean Al?

A couple of Saturdays ago
we were out on the town,

and he lost his phone.

He wanted to use mine and
he needed the passcode,

I gave it to him.

I've got the same six
digit code for my phone,

and for the drugs cabinet.

Al knows I'm lazy about that stuff.

I used my birthday.

11,

ten,

69.

Dan's birthday.

It's also the access
code to the drugs cabinet

in the secure wing downstairs.

No, you think I...

What?

Well, accessed that cabinet,
and swapped the propofol vial

for one laced with potassium chloride.

Yesterday you told us

that you had no access to that cabinet.

Because I couldn't admit
that in front of Dan.

It seems the drugs in the cabinet

weren't just for the patients.

A couple of weeks ago I took that Dan out,

got him a bit drunk,

and I conned him out of
his phone and his passcode.

And so yes, I had access
to the drug cabinet,

but only so I could prove
Dan was stealing drugs.

Come on, what possible reason could I have

to kill a complete stranger?

I've been all of Rose's
vlogs and it's very strange,

all the trendy, expensive
bars and restaurants

she says she went to,

she didn't go.

None of the staff recognise her,

and there were no men in her life either.

No dates, no friends.

The private car hire company she used,

the driver said she'd get
into the car, all dressed up,

do her vlogs like she was going on a date.

And then they'd just drive
around for a couple of hours

and she'd go home.

This whole Rose Boleyn persona,

the whole romantic adventures thing,

it's all a fiction.

A lucrative fiction.

And one more thing,

I've heard back from immigration control.

Her real name is Elena
Vakaresko, born in Romania,

came to the UK ten years
ago with her family

to pick fruit in Norfolk,
and didn't go back.

How'd you read this?

I think she created this
whole new identity for herself

so she could fit in, and then...

It's clever.

She sells Englishness back to the English.

The hotel card, it was for a room 5-0-4,

Rose was seen entering
and leaving that room.

But it was booked in the name
of the man she was meeting.

She had a real romance after all.

Yes.

No reason to
kill a complete stranger,

but maybe a reason to kill Rose.

Do we have to do this?

I'm under a lot of stress here.

I can see that,

a girl's murdered on your
operating table and...

Deejaying helps me decompress.

What do you make of this Mr Ford?

You lied to me, you knew Rose intimately,

which gives you motive.

It was a casual fling, all right?

Nothing serious, we just met
at that hotel one day a week.

Great, just what I need in my life,

another judgmental woman.

It's not your place to judge me,

you're here to work out who murdered...

Your girlfriend.

Isn't it unethical to operate
on someone that you're...

For goodness sake.

It's not illegal.

Perhaps, but it
gave you the motive, means

and opportunity to kill her.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't
tell you, all right?

Mariel is trying to nail me to
the floor with this divorce,

and infidelity doesn't
play well with a judge

when you're trying to divvy everything up.

I was just trying to be discreet.

That's all.

But maybe Rose thought you and her

were more than just a fling.

If I had wanted to do her in,

you think I'd murder her in my own clinic?

You got the outcome you wanted.

With no body, no crime
scene, no murder weapon,

what can we prove?

It's the outcome Mariel wanted,

to try to ruin me and take the clinic.

I need to change the record.

You really do Al.

Did Mariel know about
you and Rose's affair?

No.

You're not gonna tell her, are you?

You can go.

What do you think ma'am?

I think he's not as harmless as he seems.

Are you gonna tell her?

What do you think?

If she did know, that is motive.

Al...

And a dead girl?

Are you sure, do you
actually have any proof?

You didn't know?

No.

No.

If I had I'd be using it in the divorce.

And you are now I suppose?

Well, wouldn't you?

My first date with Al...

It was a rainy Soho night and
he didn't put a foot wrong.

Couldn't get enough of
each other, 20 weeks of

blissful, thrilling,
technicolour happiness,

20 years of...

You stood up in front of 200 people

and announced your divorce,

when you were supposed to
be renewing your wedding...

You've done your homework.

This can't be the first time it's...

I've had my suspicions, but no proof.

It's impossible.

Did he...

Did he kill her?

Always comes back to that, doesn't it?

Well, why wouldn't it?

He lied to you too.

Most women are murdered by men

they're in a relationship
with, aren't they?

I'm sorry Lauren,
I'm all over the place.

Please, I've got surgery in 20 minutes,

and I've got to be on point.

Can't you cancel?

It's a facial reconstruction,

13 year old girl, a terrible car crash.

It's her fourth operation this year.

I didn't need to do did...

Pro bono work?

Give something back and all that, please.

She doesn't know.

Are you sure?

No.

I'm not sure of anything, how can I be?

Between Al and Mariel blaming each other,

I've got Dr McCartney who
was still can't rule out.

Well, I can't rule any of them out, or in.

I've got no prints, no DNA, no evidence.

Can you break the lock jam.

Well, I don't know ma'am,

I can try.

So, what'd you think?

Well I've got it all set up, ma'am.

I think onto something.

No, what'd you think about the boyfriend?

Boiler's fixed, right?

Yes, well...

You should be very proud ma'am.

Proud?

He had my old boiler
running like clockwork

in less than 15 minutes.

Morning ma'am.

- 15 minutes?
- Yeah.

He fixed it in 15 minutes?

As good as new.

I shall be luxuriating in a
proper hot bath tonight ma'am.

Boundaries Sergeant Dodds.

I'll just...

Right, if I could have your
attention, please everybody.

Can you put it on the screens please?

Now ma'am, I have constructed
a timeline of events

leading to the murder
of our victim on Monday.

Miss Boleyn's procedure
commenced on schedule

at 11:20 a.m. in theatre number one...

On the ground floor, in
the sealed wing that only

the surgical team had access to.

While Ms Flynn was in her
office on the first floor.

Mr Ford.

Dr McCartney.

Nurse Yang.

And nurse Haggard performed the operation.

Now it's all about the
three vials of propofol,

the first vial was administered

by Mr McCartney at 11:24 a.m.

Passed to him by nurse Haggard.

At 11:39 she passes him the second vial,

which he duly administers.

The final vial was applied at 11:53,

but not passed to Mr
McCartney by nurse Haggard.

She had left the theatre at 11:44 a.m.

She forgot to put out a
Mr Ford's special chisel,

she ran to the equipment room to get it.

Quite right.

Nor was it passed to him by Nurse Yang.

He left the theatre to
deal with the dog at 11:49.

Good.

And it wasn't passed by Mr Ford,

he was performing the most
critical part of the procedure,

also at 11:53.

Who passed it to him?

A mystery nurse.

Not one of the surgical
team in the secured wing.

Now, if you remember Dr
McCartney's testimony,

he was focusing on monitoring
the patient's vital signs.

When he called for his propofol
he's not looking around,

he just puts his hand back like this.

Propofol.

And someone else entered the
theatre and slipped him...

A rouge vial of the lethal substance.

Okay.

Can we narrow it down?

Indeed we can ma'am.

I believe that the
mystery nurse is a woman.

Well, you see, when nurse
Yang came out in the corridor,

he attests that the dog was growling

at the cupboard door aggressively.

Spike's a misogynist.

Correct, I believe that...

The killer, a woman,

was lying in wait in that cupboard.

And when nurse Yang takes the dog away,

she comes out of the cupboard,

down the corridor, into the theatre

and hands Dr McCartney a fatal vial.

Okay.

This has just widened the net.

I want you to go through
all of Rose's vlog posts,

she'd have been public.

See if there's anyone
following her, a female,

deranged fan, that sort of thing.

What did you call them?

The Boleyn beauties.

They're having a memorial service tonight,

we should have a presence there.

Influencers, sounds right up
your street, Sergeant Dodds.

But this is good, really good.

Brings us closer to hard evidence.

The killer was in that cupboard.

Right, full sweep of this cupboard

and then the rest of the unit.

How was this wing accessed?

Get me DNA, prints,
everything and anything.

The boyfriend...

You told me he fixed your
boiler in 15 minutes,

but he told me he was at
your house for two hours.

Where was he, and, who was he with?

No ma'am, he was with
me the whole two hours.

What?

Yeah, we had a cup of tea
and had a chat.

A chat?

What?

Have you got Rose Boleyn's last vlog?

I'm nervous, I'm excited.

There, now stop it there.

Our mystery nurse, I think she

came into the clinic through this door.

But that only opens from the inside,

you have to break that glass tube thing.

Unless, she had an
accomplice inside the clinic.

What's going on?

Sergeant Dodds, finish
what you were saying.

Well, Ms Flynn, this door
has been breached recently,

and this was after Rose
Boleyn entered the clinic.

Now, if you just look here,

this is Rose Boleyn's last
vlog, just before her surgery.

Now, if you can see there this glass tube,

it's blue, isn't it?

Well, now this is the same door,

the tube is now red.

And we believe that the
killer who is female

entered the clinic via this door.

And...

Someone from inside this clinic

broke the glass tube thing and let her in,

and then replaced it.

Well, it wasn't me,

I was upstairs on that
Zoom call with my lawyer.

And that was...

My God.

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

Is it?

You said the killer was female.

Al, God, is he that twisted?

Did he break the tube to
get his new girlfriend...

To kill his old girlfriend?

It's love Diane.

Pure and unconditional.

When I look into those big brown eyes,

I just go to pieces.

Sit up Al, I'm not your therapist.

Quite.

You were supposed to move
out of here a month ago.

I don't want to move out,
I like this little hovel,

why can't Mariel?

It's tactical Al.

We play nice, we seem reasonable,

you get possession of the house.

And Spike.

Yeah, I'll petition for Spike.

There is something that
we do need to talk about,

this murder of...

Your patient.

What about it?

It's not going to jump
up and bite you, is it?

Why would it bite me Diane?

I'm innocent.

Yeah.

Someone from inside the clinic

smashed the glass tube on a fire door,

which means the whole surgical team

are now back in play as
suspected accessories.

So I need you and Craig to get onto them,

without warning, put a bit
of pressure, all right?

Mariel's lying, isn't she?

Yes ma'am.

But I don't know what about exactly.

Her alibi checks, she was
in the office all the time,

which means she can't be the killer.

And she can't be the accomplice
that smashed the glass tube.

What's she hiding?

I don't know ma'am.

You and the boyfriend spent
two whole hours together

drinking a cup of tea.

And a couple of old Speckled Hens.

A local bitter I had in the refrigerator.

Ma'am, the more I think about it,

the more it seems that everything around

the murder of Rose Boleyn
was carefully planned.

Now, for the killer to have
carried out her mission,

she must've known the exact details

of Mr Ford and his team's routine.

And she must have known that Dr McCartney

never turns around when
he calls for his propofol.

And, she must have known

that there was a window of opportunity

when the two nurses left the theatre.

If they're not accessories.

Unless they're accessories.

Al's been lying to us,
Mariel's been lying to us.

While at the same time accusing each other

of the murder of Rose Boleyn.

It's like they've got
some weird, destructive

obsession with each other.

What have you done to Spike?

I'm thinking of putting
him in for a dog show.

Okay folks, we're just
trying to thrash out

some sort of a deal here.

What?

No.

Why?

He'd love it, wouldn't you Fluffy?

- Fluffy?
- Yes, it's his new name.

He's seen the error of his ways,

and he's now expressing his feminine side.

I want him back Mariel,
he belongs with me.

You're getting nothing Al,

although I could throw in a
breast reduction on the house.

You see what I have to deal with?

Toxic femininity.

- For God's sake.
- Okay Al, let's just...

She's chipping away at my self-esteem,

but it won't work Mariel.

I'm very comfortable with my body.

Story of your life Al.

Your ego's been writing
checks your body can't cash.

What's that even mean?

It means that you've never even been

in the same room as a female orgasm.

Well, neither have you.

Are you insane?

No, I didn't break the glass tube.

I have nothing to do with anything

that goes on in this clinic, okay?

Yeah, I left the theatre
to take care of the dog,

I didn't smash anything.

And I just went to go and get Al's chisel.

Do you have any idea
how the fire door panel

came to be smashed?

I don't know, collateral damage?

Al and Mariel, things get smashed around.

They're always fighting.

Yeah, and they certainly
know how to make up.

I actually saw them the other day

in one of the empty
patients' rooms, together.

One minute it's all out war,

the next they can't keep
their hands off each other.

I'm...

I'm sorry I threw my phone at you.

You know how I get.

I said a few things.

I'm sorry.

I'll see you soon Spike.

Right, come on Fluffy.

Mariel?

See you on the other side.

Yes Al.

You will.

Anything?

Nothing from nurses Yang and Haggard,

but Flynn and Ford, it seems
they're sleeping together.

Of course they are.

Alliyah Carti?

She didn't leave her desk
the whole time ma'am,

CCTV footage in the foyer proves that,

but I'll keep digging.

I've just heard back from
my mate at tech services,

and he's been all of Rose Boleyn's cloud

and camera reel footage on her phone.

And he's found a saved
video that she didn't post.

I saw him again, God.

This is not a romance, he was horrible.

We had an argument on the
street and he turned on me,

he threatened me, he really threatened me.

Al's not what I thought he was.

The reason I'm filming this

is because I'm scared
he's going to kill me.

He's outside right now watching the flat.

God.

Al's not what I thought he was.

Al Ford, do we know where he is ma'am?

I'll find out.

Al's not what I thought he was.

Rose filmed this two days
before she was murdered

on your operating table.

Saturday?

No, why is she saying that?

This is ridiculous, we had a nice evening,

I didn't threaten her,
not even any cross words.

What the hell is going on here?

Well, we can now
establish that the killer,

a female, entered the clinic
by someone from the inside

smashing the glass tube on the fire door.

Was that you Al?

No.

Right, Rose thinks I'm going to kill her,

two days later she lets me operate on her?

Seriously?

Come on Al.

You had the motive, the
expertise and the means.

So did Mariel.

Yeah, but she wasn't
threatening the victim's life.

All this toxic masculinity.

You've fallen for one
of Mariel's sales pitches.

Let me guess, did she offer
to boost your self esteem

with some nice little corrective surgery?

You got your new girlfriend
to kill your old girlfriend,

most murdered women are killed by men

they're in a relationship
with, aren't they?

First, there is no new girlfriend.

Second, you really have been listening

to the gospel of Mariel.

God, she is good.

Yeah.

Ma'am, I've just send you a link.

I was combing through all
of Rose's vlogs and CCTV

for stalkers, and I found this.

If you enlarge it just after Al and Rose

leave the reception area.

You can see it's Alliyah Carti,

the receptionist at the clinic.

Ms Carti, I didn't have you
down as a Boleyn beauty.

I don't know what you mean.

Looks to me like you might
have been stalking Rose Boleyn.

Al.

What?

You have an obsession with Al?

No.

Well explain it to me, Alliyah.

I do a lot of promotional
work, corporate hospitality.

I met Mariel at one of those events,

we hit it off, she's quite a character.

She asked me to come and work for her

in the clinic on reception.

And so I could she's
paid me twice my hourly rate,

plus a bonus to follow him.

I kept up both jobs.

But, don't tell Mariel that
I've told you all that.

How long was this affair
with Rose going on?

At least three months.

- And you told...
- Mariel.

Well yeah, of course I did.

That's what she was paying me for.

Nearly Judge Evans.

Strength is your weakness.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

You're over tightening the grip.

Nice soft hands, that's the key

to a good,

short

game.

It's all about your feel for the shot.

Damn, she's been lying to me.

She's been lying to us all ma'am.

You and the boyfriend,
when you were boozing

what did you talk about?

This and that, life, the universe.

Shooting the breeze as he called it.

And...

What?

Well ma'am, it's not
my place to interfere.

Interfere, what do you mean?

Well, nothing.

No, go on, out with it.

Well, ma'am, I don't see
there's any harm in him

having a game of five-a-side on a Saturday

as well as a Wednesday.

Well Sergeant Dodds,
as I explained to him,

I want quality time on the weekend.

Yeah, but you spend most of it online,

looking at houses and holidays.

Yeah, but...

My God, what is happening?

Ma'am, could we just get back
to the case please ma'am?

This Memorial tonight, see
if any suspects pop up,

one of them could be your mystery nurse.

I'll deal with Mariel.

♪ Just as long as I'm here in your arms ♪

♪ I can be in no better place ♪

♪ You're simply the best ♪

♪ Better than all the rest ♪

♪ Better than anyone ♪

♪ Anyone I ever met ♪

♪ I'm stuck in your heart ♪

♪ I hang on every word you say ♪

♪ Tear us apart ♪

♪ Baby, I would rather be dead ♪

♪ Whoa, you're the best ♪

As always a rose like no
other, we'll miss you.

Woo.

We should split up Sergeant,

start questioning them.

DCI McDonald wants discretion,

we're just looking into Rose's background.

And we don't want to say anything

that might indicate
that Rose was murdered.

The thing about Rose is
that she was just like us,

normal.

And she made us feel heard, seen.

Where's Kira?

I dunno.

Maybe it's best if she isn't here.

She was the most authentic
influencer out there.

Rest in beauty Rose.

What do you think?

I think I killed it out
there tonight, don't you?

It was different.

You've known about Al's affair with Rose

for the last three months.

Come on, that's yours.

Come on, you deserve it.

We both do.

Hard being a role model, isn't it?

You lied to me Mariel.

Well, I just didn't tell
you the whole truth.

Are you married Lauren.

You didn't not tell me,
you played devastated.

It was scary convincing.

He hasn't asked you yet, has he?

He will.

When you tell him to, right?

You've got a thing for doormats.

Take your detective Dodds, for example.

Who's got it in his pretty little head

that everything that
happened at your clinic

on Monday morning when Rose was murdered

was all choreographed by
some sort of evil genius.

How very Al.

Change the record, Mariel.

He got his new girlfriend
to kill his old girlfriend.

I was just trying to help you,

we're all in this together Lauren.

We never did get to see
how new skincare collab.

But in some ways it feels
like she's still with us,

through us,

the Boleyn beauties.

The Boleyn beauties.

Have you always liked passive men,

or, have you been
wounded, a little scarred?

I guess I'm just not as tough
or resilient as you Mariel.

Al's been playing away for three months

and you're still shagging him.

Which means, A, you're using him.

B, you're needy and pathetic.

Or C, you guys are in this together,

and you're still crazy in love.

A.

Wish I could believe that for your sake.

They're so sincere, and
emotional, and sensitive.

It's like they've come from the future.

I keep hearing Kira.

Yeah Kira, everyone's talking about her.

Rose's biggest fan.

More stalker than fan it seems,

she was following Rose
everywhere, threatening her.

Did you get a second name?

Roberts.

You should call in a check
on this Kira Roberts,

just see if she's...

Very good DC Paciorkowski.

Hello, I need to
run a check on Kira Roberts.

Yeah?

Kira Roberts?

I think we've got something here,

she's been stalking and
pestering Rose for over a year.

We traced her to an address in Slough,

but her parents reported
her missing yesterday.

She hasn't been seen since Monday.

Okay.

Thanks.

Where are you ma'am?

Dealing with Mariel.

♪ Call your bluff ♪

♪ Because I've had
enough, I've had enough. ♪

It's interesting that face of yours,

how you can look suspicious
and happy at the same time.

It's quite remarkable.

I'm suspicious because you lied to me,

and I'm happy because
I just got a new lead.

Do share.

Kira Roberts, that name
mean anything to you?

Kira Roberts.

No, sorry.

She was stalking Rose,

no one's seen her since Monday.

It's only a matter of
time til I track her down.

Well, good hunting.

Three.

Two.

One.

Release.

I'm just off a phone call to Mariel Flynn.

Trying to get a drunk
to force a confession.

That's not what happened.

Who cares, and anything she says

over a bottle of Lady Petchel
is inadmissible in a court.

And by the looks of it, you
got yourself more sloshed

than you got her.

Al Ford's also been in touch.

You know what's going on here, don't you?

Again.

You're letting these socially elite,

high achieving people get under your skin.

And you become that bull in a China shop.

That's not fair.

Al or Mariel is behind this.

I am riven with self-doubt here Lauren.

In making a project out of you,

have I bitten off more than I can chew?

You can go.

Ma'am?

Kira Roberts, our missing suspect,

she wants to talk to you.

Okay, where?

She won't tell us,

but she's ready and waiting
to talk to you on Zoom.

She wants to confess to
the murder of Rose Boleyn.

Are you sure you're all right ma'am?

I'm fine.

Now, this girl is a fanatic,

so her confession could be...

Attention seeking, I know.

But let's see how she does
with details of the murder,

then take a view from there?

This is Detective Sergeant Dodds

and I'm DCI Lauren McDonald,

I'm leading the inquiry
into Rose Boleyn's murder.

Is that the best connection you've got?

Yeah, it's the best I can do.

What did you want to tell us Kira?

I killed Rose Boleyn.

Okay.

Well, take your time, no rush.

Can you explain to me in your own words,

how you killed Rose?

I broke into the clinical Monday morning.

I sneaked in to the operating theatre

when the nurses were distracted.

Then I passed the anaesthetist

the thing with the poison in it.

He had his back to me,
so he didn't notice.

Okay, let's go a step back,

how exactly did you break into the clinic.

The fire door?

You just forced it?

No.

Someone opened it from the inside.

Who?

Who opened the door for you Kira?

Al Ford.

Mariel.

Al.

Come on, good boy.

We met him about a month ago
at the bar he deejays in.

I went back to his flat.

It was all so lovely and romantic,

the wine, the Teddy
Pendergrass first album.

Original pressing.

We talked all night.

He started going on about how
sick he was of his girlfriend,

Rose Boleyn.

And you were a fan.

Her most obsessive fan.

She just seemed so lovely and perfect,

I wanted to be like her and have her life.

But Al said Rose was obsessed with him,

and he was getting divorced.

And he'd lose everything to his wife

if his affair with Rose got on.

Al just got inside my
head, manipulated me.

I loved him so much
I'd have done anything.

Okay Kira.

We need you to come into the station.

No, I've told you what you
need to know, that's it.

I understand, you were manipulated by Al.

But we need you to come in in person.

No.

Wait, no.

Craig, anything?

Tech services are trying to nail her VPN

and get a location,

but they're not hopeful.

Give them a bollocking.

I can do the bollocking.

Okay, cool.

Hello?

Right, be discrete, because
local press will be here,

but I want Al Ford processed

and ready for interview within the hour.

On it ma'am.

She's lying.

Ma'am.

But having reviewed the assets
accrued by Flynn and Ford,

I have concluded this
was indeed a marriage.

And highly successful
business founded on a bond

of mutual love and respect.

A bond that you Mr Ford...

Brutally tore asunder.

What?

You sir are a cold and manipulative man

who preyed on the honesty and
insecurities of your wife.

But in this case, strength
was your weakness.

No, she's a liar and a cheat.

What have you done with Spike?

Fluffy has been through intense therapy,

as have I after everything
you've put us through.

Ma'am, Kira Roberts is lying,

there was no affair with Mr Ford.

I've seen an invoice.

She got a new dog, one
that doesn't bark at her.

That's just ridiculous.

Wait, what?

Why would she lie about that?

I don't know.

That is not Spike, that's an impostor.

She's swapped the dogs.

That's it.

The real Spike is probably

lying dead in a ditch somewhere.

Honestly you're making a complete fool...

What?

Mr Ford, Ms Flynn.

I will not have this sort
of behaviour in my court.

Order.

Order, Mr Ford.

Kira told us that Mr
Ford wooed her with his

first pressing of a Teddy
Pendergrass LP a month ago.

But Ms Flynn scratched that
same record three months ago,

so Kira's lying.

Why for God's sake?

I think I know who broke the
glass tube on the fire door

and let the killer in.

Yeah?

Al or Mariel?

Neither.

It's just the girl who's just confessed

to the murder of Rose Boleyn.

And that girl is not Kira Roberts.

And I know this ma'am,
because the dogs were swapped.

Algernon, fancy meeting you here.

The police have asked to talk to me.

Me too.

They say they know who killed Rose.

How's it feel Mariel,

to have crushed me in court like that?

Well, I am in a
place beyond happiness.

Well, wealth and freedom
can be a lonely place

for a woman of your vintage.

And poverty and prison
can be even lonelier

for a person of your evilness.

Yes, evilness isn't a word.

Works for you.

Well, I'm groomed, I'm
flossed, I'm moisturised.

I will be back.

You're so
deluded, it's almost sweet.

Nah.

Let's face the music.

Thank you for making yourselves available

at such short notice.

Mr Ford,

let's begin with your
relationship with Rose Boleyn.

That's the key to
how this murder was planned.

A plan that relied upon
a rather clever deception.

You see, no matter how closely
we might look at something,

we only see what we expect to see.

Not what's really there.

Not what's right in front
of us, staring us in face.

Where are you getting all this?

Well, we've uncovered the truth,

thanks to Sargent Dodds.

Sargent Dodds?

The plan.

Monday morning Rose Boleyn
arrived here at 9:30.

Now Mr Ford and his surgical team

followed their standard procedure.

First, nurse Haggard asked Rose

to remove her trademark makeup.

And then you...

Mr Ford, prepared her for surgery.

And when you left her to ready
yourself for the procedure...

That's when it happened.

The glass tube in the fire
door was smashed by someone

inside this facility.

Who?

Rose Boleyn.

Rose?

But why would Rose let her
own killer into the building?

She didn't let the killer in.

She let the victim in.

And while the real Rose
Boleyn hid in the cupboard,

the false Rose Boleyn took
her place in the private room.

And since you, Dr McCartney,
had only met her in the flesh

after Mr Ford had marked her face

with a matrix of blue lines.

Well, confirmation bias.

You didn't realise that you were taking

the false Rose Boleyn to surgery.

And you didn't recognise
her either Mr Ford,

because, as you say,
you don't see a patient,

you see a sculpture
inside a block of stone.

And when you sent nurse
Haggard out to get your

special chisel.

Mortise chisel, straight edged blade, now.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

And then five minutes later
you dispatched nurse Yang

to take Spike back upstairs to Ms Flynn.

The room was clear for
the real Rose Boleyn...

To murder the false Rose Boleyn.

Propofol.

The whole thing planned
and orchestrated...

By you Mariel.

It was you, Ms Flynn,

who added the lethal dose
of potassium chloride

to the rogue vial of propofol.

Which you then left out
with a nurse's uniform

for Rose to collect.

And afterwards you replaced
the broken glass tube

on the fire door.

Cleared up the debris.

And, it was you who took
the chisel from here

to lure nurse Haggard away.

And it was you who ejected
Spike from your office,

knowing that nurse Yang

would have to bring him back upstairs.

You can't prove any of this.

I can.

We have a key witness.

Thanks to Sargent Dodds.

Bring her in.

Rose Boleyn.

We picked her up at Bristol airport.

On a one way flight to Australia,

using her Romanian passport

under the name of Elana Vacaresku.

Who did I operate on?

Kira Roberts, Rose's biggest fan.

Rose told us everything Mariel,

how you, Al, promised Rose

you were going to leave your wife.

But when she saw online you were renewing

your wedding vowels, she
gate crashed your party.

When you saw Al with Rose
that was the last straw,

you got up on stage and
announced your divorced.

You then made friends with Rose.

Friends?

Turned her against Al,

offered her £200,000 and
a new life in Australia

to carry out your plan to
take everything from him.

She wanted out.

She'd trapped herself in
the persona of Rose Boleyn,

and she was being stalked by a
particularly overzealous fan.

Kira Roberts, who had
discovered her true identity,

and was threatening to expose her.

Kira had come to you last year,

and asked for the full Rose Boleyn works.

You noticed the same
underlying bone structure,

the reddish complexion,
the same colour eyes.

And you persuaded Kira
to have a free operation

to look just like her idol.

Rose wanted out, you wanted to destroy Al,

and sacrificing Kira was the solution

to both your problems.

You facilitated the switch,

like you switched Fluffy for Spike,

you switched Kira for Rose.

And Rose murdered Kira.

That stuff they found on your phone,

saying I was gonna kill you,
that was part of the plan?

The phone you gave us Mariel.

It was all Mariel's idea.

You're evil.

Sinister.

No wonder he was scared to leave you.

I was not scared to leave her.

The truth is dear, he
didn't want to leave me.

Mariel!

Stop.

This is over.

Bring in the arrest team.

It might have been easier
just to walk out on him.

I wanted to make him suffer,

after what he did to me,
I deserve more than that.

You might deserve a lot of things Mariel,

God knows ours are out back.

But you can't just take
what you think you deserve

at the price of a woman's life,

it doesn't work like that.

No, wait.

Wait.

You come to gloat Al?

There's been a mistake,

she hasn't killed anyone.

There's no mistake Al.

Please.

Don't take her away...

From me.

Dammit Mariel.

I still love you.

Same.

Let's go madam.

Mariel.

Did you get the
address of Kira's parents?

Yeah, Slough, once we've
picked up her ashes,

we'll be there by tea time.

God, all that social media stuff,

they're obsessed with Rose.

She really lost her way, didn't she?

She did ma'am.

Thank you.

For what ma'am?

Well, if I'd have arrested Al,

Houseman would be chomping at the bit

to make an example of me,

despite my clear up rate.

That's just the way he is ma'am,

he wouldn't give a blind hen a worm.

Well, you didn't put
foot wrong on this one.

Well, it's a first time
for everything ma'am.

You're quite devious really, aren't you?

Devious, well, I'm just
trying to help ma'am.

No, I don't mean about that.

There's me dispatching my
boyfriend to fix your boiler,

so I can find out more about you.

Well, isn't that devious?

Yeah, but...

That's quite nice actually.

I am none the wiser,

and you're all over my
relationship with the boyfriend.

Well, all I wanted was a hot bath ma'am.

You're very lucky.

God, I know.

If something goes wrong with your boiler,

there goes your week in Tenerife.

No, I mean your boyfriend.

He really loves you ma'am.

Yeah, I know.

It's not everything though, is it?

Look at Al and Mariel, they
got so wrapped up in each other

that some poor girl is dead

because they couldn't see
right from wrong anymore.

There's a whole world out
there, beyond marriage,

or being in a relationship.

And I've got crimes to solve,

and murderers to bang up.

I suppose that's why God
gave you a suspicious face.