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- (siren blaring)
- (engine revving)

(dog barking)

- (horn honking)
- (loud thump)

(door opens)

(rustling)

(drawer clanks)

(paper rustling)

(ominous music)

(door creaks)

(intruder breathes heavily)

(tense music)

# Testator #

# Silens #

# Costestes #

# E spiritu #

# Silencium #

# Testator silens #

(distant shouting)

(Jack) The devil shows up,
pretending to be your friend,

- that's the problem.
- (Nikki) Yep.

(Jack) All this
social media bollocks?

It's the devil. I'm telling you.
It's evil.

- (Nikki) Yep.
- (Jack) It's toxic.

Connected? We're not connected.
"Influenced".

Which tells you everything.

Little worms burrowing in our ears,
every minute of everyday,

"influencing".

I don't want to be influenced.

You know how I feel
about influencers.

- We've got history with that!
- Yep.

We're more distant now than ever,

but somehow people are seduced

into thinking they're,
I don't know, intimate.

People can't talk
to each other anymore.

We're remote. Glued to devices.
Phones. Computers.

Victims of the "Tech Bros"
promising an easier life

while picking our pockets
and stealing our souls.

I'm serious.

I think they are taking our souls.

We'll wake up one day
in a world without soul.

No souls left.

I don't want the Tech Bros
taking my soul.

- I get that.
- "I get that"?

That's it?

I'm spilling out my heart here

and all you can say is
"I get that?"

It's 6 am and I'm tired.
I need sleep.

Everybody needs sleep.

(Nikki) And we'll still have
Marvin Gaye.

- What?
- Soul.

(Jack) Funny.

And I wouldn't exactly say you were
"spilling out your heart".

I was.

Please tell me that's not
the contents of your heart.

Well, maybe not, but it worries me.

Yep. I get that.

(indistinct chatter)

Thanks.

Thank you.

(man) ...that's for sure.

It's not going to be pretty.

Is it ever pretty?

- Hey, Nikki.
- (Nikki) Sarah.

And if it isn't my favourite
Northern Irish bloke.

(Jack) How many do you know?

You're it.

(Jack) How are you, Torres?

(Torres) Still pacing the Earth
in my search for justice.

- (whispers) Yeah.
- (Torres) Good to see you, Jack.

(Jack) You and me,
we're like distant cousins

who only meet at funerals.

Takes a dead person
to get the family back together.

And look at that. We got one.

(Jack) Yep.

But not one with a family
that gave a toss.

Do we know who it is?

Not yet. We got an anonymous call
a few hours ago.

A would be burglar, who got more
than he bargained for.

Guy's gonna need counselling.

How long do you think?

Six months. A year. Maybe longer.

- Nobody missed them?
- Nobody missed them enough.

I'll start around the body.

(Torres)
The flat seems undisturbed,

nothing to suggest
any kind of struggle.

Broken door.

(Torres) Yeah. That's where
the burglar made his entrance.

The Housing Association says
the flat is rented to Martin Piler.

(Torres) All the utilities are
in his name.

(Jack whistles)

(Jack inhales deeply)

Piler's got post.

(camera shutters)

(exhales deeply)

Piler dies and no one notices?

Was he on a social care register?
Was he on benefits? Pension?

All on my list to check.

Housing association doesn't wonder
why the rent's not being paid?

Utility companies
don't cut him off?

They're all busy working from home.

None of his neighbours noticed?

He just fell into a black hole
of nothingness?

Does anyone care if
Martin Piler even existed?

(camera shutter clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(camera shutter clicks)

(camera shutter clicks)

- (Jack) Alright?
- Uh-huh.

(camera shutter clicks)

Nikki. Someone was in pain.

15 and a half million people
say they are in chronic pain.

- 34% of the population.
- Why do you know that?

Doctors deal with pain.
That's what they do.

Yeah, but your patients

aren't really feeling it anymore,
are they?

- No prescription label.
- Maybe there's just no label.

Pharmacists are obliged
to label every box.

"Paula Jackson".
Who's Paula Jackson?

The body looks like
it could be an adult female.

- Not "Martin Piler" then?
- Apparently not.

Eight credit cards.

Eight?

Yeah. Do you not have
eight credit cards?

'Course I do.

Along with my six cars
and three houses.

When do we think Paula died?

We're never going to be exact

based on an in situ examination
of the body.

(camera shutter clicks)

(camera shutter clicks)

(camera shutter clicks)

(thumps)

The use by date on the milk
is 15th May last year.

- Nearly a year ago.
- Possible.

(Jack) Gives us a window.

Old people die in their sleep.

I think I'd like to die
in my sleep.

How old do you think she was?

I don't know. I'll use a CT scan.

I can try to estimate age

from a 3D reconstruction
and anthropological measurements.

(Jack) Going to put a UV light
on in the room.

(curtain rattles)

(ominous music)

(Torres) Whoa.

(tense music)

(Torres) Jackson bloody Pollock.

Insects feed on the body and spread

minute fluid samples
all around the room.

Insect staining.

Natural decomposition process.

I've never seen it
like this before.

(Jack) Shouldn't take it for
how long she's been here.

(Jack) Maybe she didn't die
in her sleep.

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(indistinct radio chatter)

-(Nikki) Thanks so much
-(undertaker) Thank you.

(indistinct chatter)

(camera shutter clicks)

(Torres) Do you know
who lived here?

Did you have any contact
with your neighbour?

(neighbour 1) I never saw her.

You know how it is.

We are busy, working,
looking after our kids.

(neighbour 2) I'm really sorry,
we didn't really know her.

(neighbour 3) We keep ourselves
to ourselves.

Wouldn't want to pry
into anyone else's business.

(Torres) We're investigating
a serious incident.

Did anything unusual happen
on the estate last year?

Last summer,

there was a terrible smell...

coming from that flat.

We told the housing association
about it.

But they wouldn't do a thing.

(Torres) Another tenant mentioned
a smell about a year ago.

Do you have any memory of that?

(neighbour 4) I remember
about May or June.

We had flies, hundreds of them.
It was disgusting.

And I was changing my light
in summer last year

and a whole load of maggots
came through the ceiling.

I complained to the council
but no one came.

(neighbour 6) I can't believe it.

There's been a woman in there,
dead, all this time.

(Torres) I need to ask you about
the person who lived next door.

Have you ever heard
of someone called Paula Jackson?

How about the name Martin Piler?

- Ring any bells?
- No

When was the last time
you saw your neighbour?

Can you tell me
what she looked like?

Was she old? Was she young?

(splutters)
I don't know.

I wouldn't know
what she looked like.

There were always different people.

(Torres) Did you have any contact
with your neighbour?

Did you ever have
a conversation with her?

(neighbour 7) Not that
I can remember. I never saw her.

(Torres) She lived on your floor.
You must have passed on the stairs?

Seen her go into her flat?

Anything you can tell us
might be important.

(neighbour 7) I'm really sorry.

(horn honking)

(deep sigh)

(Velvy) Thanks.

(sighs)

Thanks.

I'll get the DNA from the blood
on the rug to compare to the body.

I think we'll struggle to get
a decent sample of DNA

- from the body.
- Hm.

If we can get pulp
from a molar tooth

we should be able to get
mitochondrial DNA.

Okay.

Blood on the rug.

Why did they bleed out?
Is there an obvious wound.

- No.
- No?

Mummification
can disguise the injury.

Yeah. Okay. We've got a name?

Paula Jackson.

(Gabriel) And what do we know
about her?

Very little. I'll get started.

There she is.

First day of work placement.

You ready to get started?

(interpreter) I've been waiting.

Who's this?

(Barbara) This is Barbara.

My access to work interpreter.

Hi, Barbara.

Great.

(Jack) Shall we get you set up?

(Gabriel) Right. Let's get to it.

(Torres) Hey, Gabriel.

- Lovely to see you.
- Sarah.

Well, not "lovely"
in the traditional sense, but...

Anyway. You know what I mean.

- In a non traditional way?
- Yeah.

Thanks for making that more
awkward than it needed to be.

Can I borrow Nikki
to swab some DNA?

Whose DNA?

Paula Jackson was registered

as a missing person
in June of last year.

By a Leo Jackson.

(engines rumbling)

("It's Alright" playing on radio)

("It's Alright" playing)

So now she's busting out
the dance moves!

You should see me
when I'm twerking.

Mum, you're so sus'.

- (knocks on door)
- Get that door.

(Natasha) If that's Mrs. Bower
complaining about the noise,

tell her to clear up
after that cat!

- (Torres) Morning.
- Morning.

- I see you're working hard.
- Always.

Sorry to disturb you.
Detective Inspector Torres.

- What do you want?
- I'm looking for Leo Jackson.

What for?

Why do you want to talk to him?

We can use your DNA to try
to formally identify your sister.

Right.

Can't we see her?

(Nikki) I wouldn't.

She wouldn't look
like the person you remember.

Has she been dead a long time?

- How did she die?
- (Nikki) We don't know.

Drugs.

I'll be able to answer
more of your questions

after the post mortem.

- You are Natasha Jackson?
- (Natasha) Yeah.

- Older or younger sister?
- Older.

- How old would your sister be now?
- Thirty seven.

I'm just gonna swab
the inside of your cheek. Okay?

(Nikki) One more.

Thank you. All done.

Any medical information that
you can give us would really help.

Um. She had asthma. Um...

She took some medication for it.
But it didn't seem to bother her.

(Natasha) Didn't stop her
from smoking.

When was the last time
you heard from Paula?

About a year ago? Long time now.

She was always disappearing.

You weren't worried about her?

We, um, lost touch.

I-I didn't even know
where she was living.

(Velvy) So there are no NHS
dental records to cross reference.

The body is in an
advanced state of decomposition.

No obvious external injuries
on the visible surfaces.

Breast implants present,
they seem intact.

I'll take some hair for some
long term toxicology.

- Scissors.
- Thank you.

(tool clanks)

Please can you make sure
you label the scalp edge.

Uh-huh.

Alright.

Let's see if we can get a tooth.

Huh?

Our best chance of getting
a decent DNA sample.

For the Coroner.

Definitive identification.

- (Velvy) DNA register?
- (Gabriel) Or family.

(Velvy scoffs)

Family is something
very different on paper,

to what it is in reality.

We can distance ourselves
from our families,

but we can't sever
the genetic links.

We didn't recover any
mobiles from the flat.

(Torres) Can you give me
her number?

I don't have it.

Photo would be helpful.

I don't have one.

I've got one.

On my phone.

Great.

We're painting my room
so I'm studying in here.

- What are you studying?
- A levels.

English, History,
Maths and Computer Science.

- Four! Brain box.
- (Leo chuckles)

I'm not sure what I want to do yet.

- Options.
- Yeah.

I want to do something...

I don't know...

good?

Consequential.

That's what my
History teacher says.

Mr Grossel.

Says I am capable of
something consequential.

I'm just not sure what that is yet.

That's her, my Aunt.

Paula.

- (Torres) Can you send it to me?
- (Leo) Yeah.

Of course.

Your mum said
Paula used to disappear a lot.

All the time.

Was that ordinary behaviour
from her?

Yeah.

So why did you report it this time?
What was different?

She'd go missing from Mum, maybe.

But she always stayed
in touch with me.

We were more like mates.

But not this time.

No messages.

No nothing.

Deep down...

I knew she was dead.

(sombre music)

Why would someone like you
want to be police?

Because I believe in giving
someone like you a future.

And I have two sons.

And I want them
to be consequential too.

Did she take illegal substances?

Yeah.

- Do you know which ones?
- (Natasha scoffs)

She was a crack whore.

It's what she was.

She probably took all of them.
I don't know.

Her boyfriend, Roy,
was a drug dealer.

She'd get clean, go back on,
get clean, go back on.

She had a dozen second chances.

I couldn't trust her.

My own sister,
and I couldn't trust her.

I blame him.

- Where is Roy now?
- I don't know.

He went to prison for a while.

A pimp and a drug dealer.
I don't know what happened to him.

Scum of the earth.

Anything else?

Anything that could
help us identify her?

Did she have children?

She wasn't capable
of being a mother.

(Leo) Do we have to talk
about this now?

(Torres) Listen. Let's go back in.

Thank you.

Thank you for speaking with us.

In case you think of anything.

And if you need to reach me...

Was my Aunt murdered?

We haven't established
cause of death yet.

(Gabriel) Internal organs
have largely decomposed.

There is residual lung tissue

on the inner aspect
of the chest wall.

Histology.

Moving back to the face now.

- What's that?
- Cosmetic surgery.

Bilateral and symmetrical.

With viscous filler still present.

(Velvy) I understand the need
for plastic surgery,

but cosmetic surgery?

Why?

What do they hope to create?
What image?

We struggle to see ourselves
for who we are.

Can I take a look
at the CT scan please, Velvy?

Mm-hmm.

(Jack) We can check for DNA

from the swabs taken
at the crime scene.

This is the insect staining
I explained to you.

We have to prep these samples.

(Barbara) Okay.

Yeah. I knew that one.

Okay. Copy what I do.

(Jack) Hm.

Again.

There are several areas
on the CT scan of the skull

that look equivocal.

It could be fractures or...

could just be imaging artifacts.

Hm. It's not very clear.

(Gabriel) I need to strip
the tissue from the bones

without damaging them.

I'll call the coroner.
We're doing an enzyme bath.

I've never seen that before.

They're not done very often.

Silicone doesn't decay.

(Velvy) So... Gas Chromatography.

Mm. In theory, we should be
able to match it to the source.

The silicone and the prosthetics
are largely manufactured abroad.

There's a chance we can match
the liquid silicone

to the right batch.

If we can get another sample
to compare it to.

Nikki. Take a look at this.

Sample from the remnants
of Paula's lung tissue.

There's silicone
in the blood vessels.

And in her system, travelling
around her body when she was alive.

The surgery could have killed her.

I've never seen a case
of silicone embolism before.

Have you?

(suspenseful music)

(Jack) Mm.

In the December before she died,

Paula took out a loan
for fifteen thousand pounds

and three credit cards
on the same day.

Maxed them out within hours.

She paid three grand to Nu Sculpt
medical aesthetics clinic.

- Three grand to be a new you?
- Yeah.

Bargain.

She took out five additional
credit cards the following month.

Missed all the payments,
got herself blacklisted

and, uh, couldn't pass a credit
check for a place to live.

I can see all the credit
searches right here.

What happened
to the fifteen thousand pounds?

(Jack) Vanished without a trace.

Found it!

Cause of death, silicone embolism.

(Gabriel) First add
the biological washing powder.

Now the water.

We change the water frequently

to replenish the protolytic enzymes

present in the washing powder.

Right.

(Gabriel) The enzyme solution

cleans the skeleton
of any soft tissue.

Then we examine the bones
in greater detail.

Locks.

- What, uh, temperature?
- Thirty seven degrees.

Now we wait.

(drawer thuds)

(melancholic music)

(sighs)

(child Natasha)
One, two, three, four, five.

Paula, you've got to hide.

Eight, nine, ten.
I'm coming to get you.

(child Paula) You can't find me!

I'm invisible!

(spoon clatters)

(sighs)

(Barbara) Oh!

Cosmetic surgery gone wrong.

Why do people put themselves
through it?

(Barbara)
It's just not worth the risk.

(Velvy) Mm.

(Mrs Frank) Thank you
for coming so early.

(Natasha) No problem Mrs Frank.

- See you Thursday.
- Yes, see you Thursday.

Hi, it's Tasha Jackson.

Uh, yeah, I just got a text.

- I don't know a Mr. Scrubs.
- (man on phone) He's a new client

Oh. Well, I see. A two hour tidy?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

(Natasha sighs)

(Gabriel) This shows the silicone
in the blood vessels.

Paula had undergone a recent
cosmetic procedure

in which fat,
harvested from her body,

is injected
into the area of the gluteus.

A gluteoplasty.

A Brazilian butt lift.

Some practitioners,
use silicone illegally

because it's cheaper and quicker.

You can clearly see the silicone
deposits in this area.

It's a particularly
dangerous procedure.

It's easy to hit
a major artery there,

if you don't know
what you're doing.

- Can it be fatal?
- It can, yes.

Four years ago,
another young woman, Kate Black,

died a few weeks
after having the same procedure.

The recorded death was
silicone embolism.

The silicone got
into her circulation

and travelled around the body.

Causing blockages and blood clots,

which are potentially fatal
in the brain and lungs.

- Was the clinic investigated?
- Yes.

But Kate Black had
an undiagnosed heart issue.

So, it couldn't be proven
definitively

if she died from
the existing heart condition,

or from the silicone embolism.

The silicone in Paula's body...

has an identical chemical profile.

And now Paula's dead as well.

(suspenseful music)

Hello? LDN Diamond Cleaning?

(dog barking in distance)

(knocks)

Hello? Mr Scrubs?

You can call me Wormwood.

You pleased to see me?

Leave me alone, Roy.
Don't talk to me.

She owes me money.

- Piss off.
- You gonna pay me?

You gonna pay one way or another.

I want to see him.

I have a right!

(tense music)

(keys jangle)

(engine starts)

You ever think about a little...
(whistles)

My husband
seems to like me how I am,

so who am I
to blow against the wind.

You could probably do with some
work around the eyes though.

Maybe some filler.
Plump up those thin lips of yours.

Or you should just let
nature take its course.

- Probably best go with nature.
- Yeah.

Meryem Parlak?

I'm Detective Inspector Torres,
this is Jack Hodgson.

I'm so sorry to have kept you.

We wanted to ask you
about a patient of yours.

Paula Jackson.

I'm afraid I can't speak
about specific patients.

Confidentiality. You understand.

It would've been
over a year ago now.

We believe you may have performed
buttock enhancement surgery on her.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

How about Kate Black?
Do you remember her?

- Nothing was proven.
- So I hear.

Must've been a very difficult time
for you professionally.

Not something you'd be keen
to experience again.

(ominous music)

(chain clatters)

(breathes heavily)

Now I know where you live.

(knocks)

(knocks)

(breathes shakily)

Mum? Sorry. I forgot my keys.

(chain clatters)

(Leo) A star in Maths today.

I got so much love for that
from Mr. Ambler.

Mum?

You okay?

It's, um...
(breathes heavily)

Bad day at work.

Are you a doctor, Ms Parlak?

- In Türkiye, yes.
- Not here?

Here, I'm a medical technician.

I'm able to perform
some cosmetic procedures.

You do Brazilian Butt Lifts?

(Ms Parlak) We don't call it that.
But yes.

We can do Gluteoplasty here.

- Are you interested?
- (scoffs)

Paula Jackson was found
deceased, a few days ago.

What's that got to do
with Nu-Sculpt?

We need a sample
of the silicone you use

for your butt lift procedure.

(Ms Parlak) Gluteoplasty.

We don't use silicone
for that procedure.

But you do use silicone?

It's pretty standard
in cosmetic work.

Yeah.
Could we have a sample please?

Then we can eliminate
you from our enquiries.

- What enquiries?
- Into Paula Jackson's death.

(Torres) I could get a warrant
if you prefer?

Your call.

All my clients sign a consent form.

They are aware of the risks.

- (Jack) What's this, Spanish?
- (Ms Parlak) It's not illegal.

Glad to hear it. I'll be in touch.

How about you?

(Jack chuckles)

(suspenseful music)

Paula Jackson was convicted
and sent to prison

for drug offenses.

Her DNA will be on the register.

Hm.

(Jack inhales deeply)

- Blood results on the rug are back.
- (phone rings)

Is it a match?

Yep.

We need to speak to Torres.

(Nikki) Okay. I'll be right there.

Body's ready.

(tense music)

DNA from the blood on the rug

is a familial match
to Natasha Jackson.

It's Paula Jackson's blood.

(Gabriel) A high impact fracture.

- Accidental?
- (Gabriel) Unlikely.

There's a depression wound
just here.

That's the likely cause of death.

Blunt force trauma leading
to a subdural hematoma.

And death.

Now it's a murder investigation.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, Kevin.
- Hi Leo.

My superhero. You alright?

Yeah. All right. You?

(sucks teeth)
Yeah... I'm fine.

If you need anything. You know...

I'm here. To help.
You know, with anything.

I'm good. Thanks, Kev.

I'm here, you know.

I know. Thanks, Kev.

- Be careful, okay?
- Backatcha!

- (Roy) Hey!
- (Leo) Hey.

You got a regular game you run in?
I'm looking for one.

No. Guys just show up
at the park and join in.

Cool.

Who's whitey?

Kevin. He's my aunt's friend.

He likes to think
he's looking after me.

- White saviour?
- Yeah, whatever.

He's always been real with me.

Anyway. I gotta go.

All right, Leo.

(ominous music)

How do you know my name?

(car door closes)

(Jack) I've documented
and processed

all the insect staining

from the bedroom
at the crime scene.

(Jack) It appears to be normal.

Depositing matter
from the decomposing body.

Clustered in any area
of warmth and light.

We are running DNA from the swabs

in case the tooth
yields no results.

There must have been hundreds
of insects, no one noticed?

Toxicology confirms

that Paula Jackson
was taking corticosteroids

in the months before her death.

- It was in her hair.
- She had asthma?

It could have been for her asthma.

Seems a severe course of action.

I agree.

And her sister said that it was
being controlled successfully

with normal medication.

If she was living with the results
of silicone in her lungs,

she may well have been
started on corticosteroids.

She would have had all
sorts of health problems.

There's an old fracture
in the left leg.

Pins. An internal fixation
screwed into the femur.

Road accident?

No road traffic accidents
on Paula's NHS records.

No internal fixations at all.

- Happened abroad?
- Hm. Possible. I guess

The depressed skull fracture.

The break is one point six
centimetres long.

Would she have bled out from that?

(Gabriel) Perhaps.

No. Crime scene doesn't fit.

Blood was on the floor
not on the bed.

No blood in her hair.

- (Jack) How big were her feet?
- Around a five, I would say.

Possibly six.

(Jack) Mm-hmm. I lifted
a partial footprint from the scene.

Indicative of a size nine.
They stepped in wet blood.

Someone else was there
the night Paula died?

Apparently.

So Paula was attacked
and then her body was moved?

(Gabriel) Who moved it?

Her assailant, who was wearing
the size nine boots?

Speculation
but it fits the evidence.

Gabriel? Have you got a minute?

I'll be with you in a second.
We're almost done.

Uh... I-I think
you need to see this.

I'll take a look in a moment.

(tense music)

DNA results from
the tooth we extracted...

Mm-hmm.

Our body isn't Paula Jackson.

Kevin is still out there.
Hangin'. Is he okay?

We know him and everything
but with people...

he scares them.

Mum, everything's gonna be fine.

Don't worry.

Leo...
That man you were talking to...

The guy who stopped me?

- What did he say?
- He was just talking shit.

I mean, he wanted to play
basketball or something.

He seemed like he knew me.
I mean, he knew my name.

- Stay away from him.
- Okay.

Why? Who is he?

He's the devil.

He's evil.

He got your Auntie hooked.

Stole her money. Destroyed her.

- Okay.
- Stay away from him.

If he offers you anything,
don't take it. Don't speak to him.

Okay. I... I get it.

I won't let him come for you.

He is the past. You are the future.

He tries to harm you,
I'll kill him.

(Leo sighs)

DNA matches a young woman
with a criminal record

for petty crimes,
financial crimes, fraud.

Spent a year in prison.
She's called Casey Lennox.

So, where's Paula?
Is she still alive?

It would be extremely hard to
survive the arterial bleed she had.

I checked with all the local
A and E departments,

urgent care centres.

No injury of this kind was reported

for anyone matching
Paula's description

during our possible time period.

Was Casey Lennox murdered?

Were Paula and Casey
Lennox known to each other?

Yeah. What's the connection?

We don't know. But we do know

there were three people
in the flat that night.

The woman in the bed, Paula,

and whoever took Paula's body...

- Where you going, Torres?
- To work. You coming?

(Jack sighs)

- Hi.
- Hi.

You didn't think I'd be back,
did you?

I didn't know what to think.

Do you do before and after
photos for all your patients?

Of course.

Can I look at the before and
after photos of Paula Jackson?

I know. Confidentiality and GDPR
and all that bollocks.

It would be a lot easier
than asking a court

and it would show good will.

Which would be smart for you
at this particular moment.

I could be shut down.

Oh, I think you're going
to be shut down anyway.

It's whether you go to prison.

(Torres)
See. Told you she liked ya.

I'm guessing Casey Lennox. You?

(Torres) Eight credit cards,
15,000 quid and a butt lift?

I'm guessing she stole Paula
Jackson's identity

- and her money.
- Yup.

- (Velvy) Here.
- Thanks.

Casey's medical records
say that she had a car accident

about seven years ago.

Oh, the pinned fracture?

(Nikki) She struggled
with body dysmorphia.

Mental illness.
She'd been in chronic pain.

Lung problems.
All caused by the silicone.

Corticosteroids.

According to this,

Casey's GP wrote a letter
for her, last April.

She was gathering evidence
to take her surgeon to court.

Wow.

(Jack) Martin Piler?
How do you find him?

(Torres) His car
is registered here.

And he has universal credit
housing allowance

for 32 properties
from all over the country

paid to a bank account
with this address.

Count the laws
that have been broken.

The flat where we found
Casey Lennox's body

isn't on that list.

- How was he paid?
- (Torres) We'll find out.

Martin Piler is about to discover
a whole new world of pain.

Let's see if he has
size nine boots.

(door opens)

- Can I help?
- Martin Piler?

Yeah?

I'm Detective Inspector Torres.

(Torres) There has been a death
in one of your flats.

(Martin) Paula Jackson?

I don't know a Paula Jackson.

(Torres) Casey Lennox?

(Martin) I don't remember
meeting her, but...

Yeah. Yeah, that name, yeah.

York Road. Yeah.

(Torres) She's dead.

This is a murder enquiry.

- When?
- About a year ago.

Just found her body.

No one checked on her.

Her body just laid there.

Well, I didn't hear from her.
That's not unusual.

Just out of interest,

why didn't you check up on her
when she stopped paying the rent?

Oh. She didn't stop
paying the rent.

- Direct debit?
- No. Cash.

Envelope through the letterbox.

Cash. Useful for tax.

(doorbell rings)

(investigator) Martin Piler?

We're here from DWP
fraud investigation.

(suspenseful music)

(Jack) Torres, how many
bedside tables you got?

(Torres) Um...

Like most couples, we have two.

- (Jack) How many lamps?
- We are a symmetrical household.

- (Jack) Does that mean two?
- Yes.

- Couldn't you have said so?
- I thought we were having fun.

You think the missing lamp
is the murder weapon?

I think the missing lamp is missing
and that begs a question.

- (Torres) Who cleaned up.
- (Jack) Yeah.

Size 9 boots?

Sorry, sir. You can't be in here.

(tense music)

(thrilling music)

(breathes heavily)

Tell me. Why did you feel
the need to chase him?

I see God gave you
muscles but no speed.

I'm wearing a paper suit.

(Torres scoffs)
Everybody's got an excuse.

(breathless) Yeah.

(sighs)

(Torres) You think the missing
lamp is the murder weapon?

(woman screams)
Get off of me!

(grunts)

(shatters)

(Jack) DNA from
the blood on the rug's

a familial match
to Natasha Jackson.

It's Paula Jackson's blood.

(Nikki) It's extremely hard to
survive the arterial bleed she had.

(woman grunts)

(pieces clatter)

(Jack) There were three people
in the flat that night.

(Nikki) It's the likely
cause of death.

Blunt force trauma
leading to a subdural hematoma

- (woman grunts)
- (Nikki) And death.

(whispers) I think the base
of the missing lamp

could be the murder weapon.

(Torres knocks)

(Leo) I called them.

You need to talk to them.

(Natasha) I hadn't seen him
for years.

This happens to Paula
and then suddenly he arrives.

- (Torres) Roy?
- He said she owes him money.

I did this to her.

I forced her back to him.

She said she wanted to meet up.

And I thought she'd changed
but she hadn't.

She was desperate for money.

(Paula) It's not my fault.

(Natasha sighs)
How much do you owe?

Fifteen thousand.

- Get out, Paula. Get out.
- I'm begging you.

(Paula) I'm begging.

It must have been for drugs.

She said she owed people
and it wasn't her fault,

same as always.

She wanted to get a flat,
she asked me for help.

(whispers) But I'd done enough.
I'd done enough.

We think she was a victim
of identity theft or coercion.

The body we found isn't Paula.

Where is she?

We don't know.

(Jack) Even a partial footprint
can tell us a lot.

Look.

With the AI, we can get
a clear image of the footprint.

I took this at the crime scene.

It might shed light
on the third person.

It codes the footwear mark
based on features

and searches the national
footwear reference database.

(computer trilling)

And that is what it looks like.

(deep breath)

(sighs)

(ominous music)

(lock clatters)

(Roy) Alright, Leo.

Get away from here.

I need to talk to you.

Piss off.

Cara? Ride home?

Ah, yes, please.

Torres? Long time no speak.

Jack. I need you and Nikki
to get to Bridgehall Estate

as soon as possible.

I'll meet you there.

(Jack) Bridgehall Estate.

(Nikki) That's where
Natasha Jackson lives.

- (sirens blaring)
- (woman) What's going on?

(indistinct chatter)

(Jack) Why is it whenever you see
an ambulance, a crowd gathers?

(Nikki) Curiosity is human nature.

Hey.

(Nikki) Let's hope someone
saw what happened.

(tense music)

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