Original subtitles

# Ooh, mm... #

OK. Right. CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

# Yes

# This is the ghetto

# Sure 'nuff now... #

Hi, my Boleyn Beauties. Today's the day. Eek!

I'm actually doing it.

Am I nervous? Of course I am.

That's normal, though, right?

But 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 & Flynn. Welcome.

Yes, a very, very warm welcome to Flynn & Ford, Ms 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.

DOG BARKING Ooh, Spikey!

Who's a good boy! Who's a good boy!

Right, let's get Spike settled, shall we? There we go.

Shall I take Miss Boleyn's bag? Thank you.

Aw. He wants to stay with us. DOG BARKS

Is it my perfume?

It's your oestrogen. He's a slobbering misogynist.

The dog, not Al. AL CHUCKLES

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. DOG BARKS

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

I'm nervous, I'm excited, I'm...

Wish me luck.

Hope this is au revoir, not goodbye.

SHE SQUEALS

This way, please, Rose.

And the other side.

Back to me.

Good.

Mariel. Oh, Andrew, hi.

I want to change the terms of the divorce.

DOG BARKS, SHE GROWLS

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

and think of puppies.

GHETTO BY DONNY HATHAWAY CONTINUES

# Yeah

# Ah-ah, yeah

# The ghetto

# Mm-hm The ghetto

# The ghetto... #

MUSIC: 'Get Up Offa That Thing' by James Brown

# Oh

# Say it now

# Whoo

# I'm back, I'm back

# Yes, you are I'm back

# I'm back, I'm back

# Get up offa that thing And dance till you feel better

# Get up offa that thing And dance till you...

# Say it now... #

Propofol.

# Get up offa that thing And try to release that pressure

# Get up offa that thing And shake till you feel better... #

Ooh!

Nice work. Thanks.

So, back to the cars. Apart from the Citroen, he can have them.

It's the house that I'm more worried about.

Circum Propofol.

Chisel.

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

I need my mortice chisel, straight edge blade, now! Come on.

Straight edged. Straight... It's not here. Penny!

I'm... I'm sorry. Sorry! OK, this will work for now.

No. I'm sorry, Andrew, that's an original Victorian commode.

It's been in my family for years. DOG BARKS

Just give me a second. Come on, Spike. Let's go.

DOG BARKS

BARKING IN DISTANCE

Can somebody stop Spike barking?! I'll go.

BARKING CONTINUES

Come on, Spike.

Propofol.

MACHINES BEEPING

Dan, what the hell? Shit. Vitals are dropping.

Danny, what's happening? What?!

I... Quickly, please! Danny! I...

OK, starting CPR. Defib, now! Go, go.

Come on, please. Come on. Come on, Penny. Thanks.

Charging. DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGING

Set. Yes.

Clear. Done. Shocking.

MACHINES CONTINUE BEEPING

Come on! Do something!

Stay with me!

AL BREATHING HEAVILY

DOOR SLIDES OPEN

Erm... 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.

Oh. The Albanian in 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?

Er...

HE CROAKS

CROAKS LOUDLY

CROAKS QUIETLY

My office, DCI McDonald.

HE COUGHS

Sounds like a problem with your valve pressure.

Craig, how was your surveillance course? OK.

Thanks, ma'am.

Detective Inspector.

This is James Lockhart, Senior Coroner, West of England region.

We have an issue, Detective McDonald.

Requires... handling.

This young woman is dead.

Rose Boleyn, a 26-year-old social media influencer,

I've sent you her file.

"An adverse medical outcome," Mr Lockhart's words

during cosmetic surgery

at the Flynn & 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, consultant surgeon,

who designated cause of death as a heart attack.

Mr Lockhart recorded a verdict of death by misadventure,

before the toxicology results were back,

which raises the question of negligence.

Al Ford and Mariel Flynn are high profile

and highly reputable surgeons.

There was no reason to think that anything was amiss.

We are where we are.

If you could open the tox report, please, DCI McDonald?

Initial thoughts?

Potassium chloride in the bloodstream?

That's fatal.

That didn't take long, did it?

I'll get onto this right away, ma'am..

So, our esteemed coroner and a bunch of high-profile doctors messed up.

And Ormond and the likes protect them.

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.

SHE SIGHS

That's why we have you, eh?

Hmm, that photo does NOT do you justice.

AL CLEARS THROAT Sorry, terrible habit.

Lauren.

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

Opportunities? Rose Boleyn?

Yes, so... suspicious death. I don't understand.

Yes. Rose died of a heart attack.

Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. It's...

Where the walls of the heart muscles thicken

and it disrupts the cardiac electrical system.

And you performed the operation, Dr, erm, Ford?

Yes. And the anaesthetist was a Dr Daniel McCartney,

and the two theatre nurses were a Ms 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 shut down for the day.

And everyone who was not present at Rose Boleyn's operation sent home.

We believe Rose Boleyn was murdered.

So, 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. He...

He used to hold a little torch for me, you know.

Yes, I've spoken to Mr Lockhart. He was...

DOG BARKS

Oh, don't worry. It's not you. He hates women.

Drools excessively after eating and then licks his own testicles -

a little too enthusiastically, I might add.

The cause of death was potassium chloride poisoning.

Potassium chloride? 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.

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?

It's what the evidence is telling us.

Now, according to our medical advisor,

the only way that potassium chloride could have entered Rose's system

is, erm... Sorry.

Intravenously.

Oh...

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?

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. 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.

Dr McCartney, can you show us the empty vials?

No. Er... 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 kind of contact or relationship with her?

No. No!

No. Apart from a 40-minute consultation

a week before surgery, no.

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?

Oh, 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. I'll... I'll take that.

Thanks, Ms Flynn.

MUSIC: 'I Wish I Were In Love Again' by Frank Sinatra

# The sleepless nights The daily fights

# The quick toboggan When you reach the heights

# I miss the kisses And I miss the bites

# I wish I were in love again

# The broken dates The endless waits

# The lovely loving And the hateful hates

# The conversation With the flying plates

# I wish I were in love again

# No more pain... #

Mariel. Al.

Oh, Primitivo '94.

Our honeymoon. Mm-hm.

I'm getting figs, blueberries,

sunsets on olive groves,

you ogling the chambermaid.

Mmm, 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. OK, Mariel.

What's this all about? Why've you brought me here?

Well, Al, I've been having a re-think.

Oh. A serious re-think.

Oh, damn it, Mariel.

Look, I've been re-thinking, too.

Oh, Algernon!

You actually want to stay married. To me, of all people!

No, I didn't say that. But it's what you're 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"?

Oh, that's it, is it?

How are you gonna 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 under your nose.

I mean, 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.

Yeah, I texted you his address.

He said it's making a funny noise.

CROAKS

No, I'm not doing it again.

Yeah. Just get round there and fix the boiler.

Oh, and I want a full report on his lifestyle.

OK? Good. I gotta go.

Boyfriend's coming round to look at your boiler tonight.

Oh, thank you, ma'am.

Right, Dan McCartney is waiting up there.

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

I am an anaesthetist of 25 years' standing, OK?

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.

So, let's start from the beginning.

'Dr McCartney, 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.

Yep.

'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.

So when I make the call, I put my hand out 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... I don't know. Dr McCartney, are you OK?

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

Someone I know and trust has used me.

MACHINES BEEPING

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 a guy there trawling through it. If anything turns up,

I'll be the first to know. OK. If McCartney didn't do this,

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

The surgical team - they were all in and out of that theatre.

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

Get on it, you lot.

I arrived, as usual, 8:45, Monday 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 nip 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.

AL:Mariel is a very unstable and materialistic woman.

First, she wants a friendly 50-50 divorce.

Then she metastasises into the vengeful,

vindictive harridan she's always dreamed of being.

Say it loud, say it proud.

We're divorcing. Oh!

We might not be a couple, but we're still a family!

Oh, bless.

Sir, if we could just keep to the point?

Now, erm, at what time did Ms Boleyn arrive?

9:30. Mariel and I 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. Oh...

Strength was your weakness. Tell me about it.

So what time... Dr Adjoa Abeasi.

Had Al's life all mapped out for him.

High profile transnational public health job,

maybe even politics, till he met me.

AL:'When did I first set eyes on her?'

The Horse And Jockey, Kentish Town.

April '94.

She was singing karaoke.

God, she was awful.

I was brilliant. Still am.

Karaoke's my release, you know?

Excuse me. Sorry, yeah.

So 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, pre-emptive lift

just around the eyes wouldn't go amiss.

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.

Ah! You mean like Michelangelo?

Exactly, Sergeant Doods.

No, it's Dodds, sir. Sure.

I'm an artist. Mariel's more of a craftsman.

I'd describe her as the Wise to my Morecambe.

She's great at sales.

God, she could've made Muhammad Ali feel insecure.

If we could just get back to...

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

Look what she did.

Teddy Pendergrass' debut album, a first pressing.

Scratched. And do you know what she said,

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

WHISPERS:She'd buy me the CD.

AL SIGHS

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 & Ford PLC. 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.

I know I'm no good on...

that thing you do, ma'am, where you understand other people...

Emotional intelligence?

Yeah, yeah, that.

Mr Ford, he's completely obsessed

with his soon-to-be ex-wife.

Oh, and she won't shut up about him.

Do you think I look suspicious all the time?

I... I don't know, ma'am. I wouldn't like to say.

Say.

I suppose it's what them young'uns call your, erm...

your game face. My game face?!

Oh, come on. Who was the last person to use this?

It's not me, ma'am. I don't do coffee.

Right, what idiot didn't replace the coffee beans?

It'll be me, DCI McDonald.

Sorry, ma'am.

I have something for you.

More gossip than high-value intelligence, but...

My son-in-law is a consultant oncologist

and a few months ago he was at an event

where Al and Mariel Ford

were set to renew their marriage vows.

As they went onstage to do so,

Mariel suddenly announces that they were divorcing.

Completely out of the blue.

As I say, more gossip than intelligence.

But...

Thank you, ma'am. I'll bear that in mind going forward.

I know what you're thinking,

and I'm thinking the same thing.

Upstairs is a boys' club,

girls' club, too, for that matter,

and they've got us all scrabbling around

trying to cover for their esteemed coroner.

But in the end, what choice do we have?

Right, cappuccino, mocha or latte?

Oh, latte, please, thank you, ma'am.

Rose Boleyn was precious to someone.

Do your best.

ROSE: '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 wellbeing.

'Honestly, this isn't about how I look. It's about how I 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,

cos 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 a cover-up.

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"?

You see, influencers are people who...

Oh, he knows what an influencer is.

But what is a lifestyle?

Erm...

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

I dunno. 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 on the clinic.

Finances, business plans, market, clients.

What about her family? Still working on that.

Rose Boleyn wasn't her real name. She'd changed it by deed poll,

so I'm waiting on her original birth certificate.

So who was Rose Boleyn?

Are you sure this is where Rose Boleyn lived, ma'am?

Yes. Why?

Well, this is a basement flat. We should be several storeys up.

Well, this stuff looks expensive.

It must be complimentary. I'm in the wrong game.

All these companies showering her with products.

Hathledge Hotel.

Posh.

Bag that up.

Strange.

This is definitely the room she does her V-logs in.

Vlogs, not V-logs.

Vlogs. Vlogs.

Well...

This is the room she does them, but...

It can't be.

In her... vlogs

Bath Abbey is in the background.

But there's no view of Bath Abbey from here.

A-ha.

Dawn.

Dusk.

Spring.

Summer

Autumn.

Winter.

It's all an illusion.

She's really selling Bath as this

big romantic city of lovers.

Or city of stalkers.

You don't have one of these unless you're afraid of someone.

MESSAGE ALERT

Your recent social media activity.

200 downloads from Rose Boleyn's vlog.

Over 1,000 likes on her Instagram page.

Most of those are late at night, or into the early hours of the morning.

Kind of obsessive.

I... I didn't... I didn't know her, personally.

I just admired her attitude. It's not illegal.

Doesn't look 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 administered 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 use my birthday.

11, ten, 69. Hmm.

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.

So, a couple of weeks ago, I took 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 through 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 says 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 Vacarescu.

Born in Romania, came to the UK ten years ago

with her family to pick fruit in Norfolk,

and didn't go back. How do 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 room 504.

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. Oh, yes.

MUSIC: 'And The Beat Goes On' by The Whispers

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...

DJing 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 the hotel one day a week.

Oh, 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, erm...

Oh, 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 over this divorce.

And infidelity doesn't play well with the judge

when you're trying to divvy everything up,

so 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.

She's trying 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 the dead girl?

I mean, are you sure? Do you actually have any proof?

CCTV.

You didn't know? No.

No.

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

And you will now, I suppose. Wouldn't you?

My first date with Al...

..it was a rainy Soho night,

and he didn't put a foot wrong. We 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... You've done your homework.

This can't be the first time he's... you know.

Mm. I've had my suspicions, but no proof.

Is it possible? 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?

MARIEL SOBS

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. Terrible car crash.

It's her fourth operation this year.

I didn't know you did... Pro bono work?

Give something back and all that. Please, I've...

She doesn't know. 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 I 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 logjam? I don't know, Ma'am.

I can try.

So, what do you think?

Oh, well, I've got it all set up, Ma'am.

I think I'm onto something.

No, I mean what'd you think about the boyfriend?

Oh! Boiler's fixed, right?

Oh, yes. Well...

You should be very proud, Ma'am. Proud?

He had my old boiler running like clockwork in less than 15 minutes.

15 minutes? Yeah.

He fixed your boiler in 15 minutes? As good as new.

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

Boundaries, Sergeant Dodds. Oh, er... Yeah.

I'll just...

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

Can you put on the screens, please?

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

leading to the murder of our victim on Monday.

Now...

Ms Boleyn's procedure commenced on schedule at 11:20am

in theatre number one on the ground floor,

in the secured wing that only those in the operation 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 11:24am,

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 11:44am.

She forgot to put out Mr Ford's special chisel.

She ran to the equipment room to get it.

Quite right.

Nor was it passed him by... Nurse Yang.

He left the theatre to deal with the dog...

I'll sort it! ..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.

So... 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.

So, 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 rogue vial of the lethal substance.

OK. So... can we narrow it down?

Indeed, we can, Ma'am.

I believe that the mystery nurse is a woman.

Mm? Well, you see, when Nurse Yang came out into 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 the fatal vial.

OK. This has just widened the net.

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

She did them in public, so... see if there's anyone following her.

A female. Deranged fan, that sort of thing.

What did you call 'em? "The Boleyn Beauties".

They're having a memorial service tonight.

We should have a presence there.

Influencers. Sounds right up your street, Sergeant Dodds.

Mm? But this is good. Really good.

Brings us closer to hard evidence. The killer... Mm.

..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. Anything and everything.

So... the boyfriend...

you told me he fixed your boiler in 15 minutes,

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

So, where was he, and who was he with?

Oh, no, Ma'am. He was with me the whole two hours.

What? Yeah, he, erm...

We had a cup of tea and a... ha, a chat.

A chat?!

What?

Ma'am, have you got Rose Boleyn's last, erm... vlog?

Mm-hm.

'I'm nervous, I'm excited...' There.

No, no, stop it there.

Our mystery nurse,

I think she came into the clinic through this door.

Oh, but that only opens from the... inside.

You have to break that glass tube thing.

Unless she had an accomplice... inside the clinic?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

MARIEL: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.

Hmm...

Well, it wasn't me. I was upstairs...

on that Zoom call with my lawyer, and that was...

Oh, my God.

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?

Someone from inside the clinic

smashed the glass tube on the fire door,

which means the whole surgical team are now back in play

as suspected accessories. I need you and Malik

to get onto them - without warning - and put on 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 the whole time.

Which means she can't be the killer,

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

So what's she hiding? I don't know, ma'am.

So... you and the boyfriend spent

two whole hours together drinking a cup of tea?

Oh, and a couple of Old Speckled Hens.Huh?

Er, 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 have known the exact details

of Mr Ford and his team's routine,

and she must have known that Dr McCartney never turns round

when he calls for his Propofol.

And must have known that there was a window of opportunity

when the two nurses left the theatre.

If they're not accessories.

SIGHS 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.

OK, 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.

SPIKE GROWLS

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.

Oh, for God's sake. Al, let's focus...

No, she's chipping away at my self-esteem.

But it won't work, Mariel. I'm very comfortable with my body.

Hmm! Story of your life, Al.

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

What's that even mean?

It means you've never even been in the same room as a female orgasm.

LAUGHS Well, neither have you.

SHE GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION Are you insane?!

No, I didn't break the glass tube.

I have nothing to do with anything that goes on in this clinic, OK?

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?

SHE LAUGHS Al and Mariel.

Things get smashed around them. 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 patient's rooms... together.

You know? One minute, it's all-out war, the next...

they can't keep their hands off each other.

LAUGHS

SHE SIGHS I'm, erm...

I'm sorry I, er, threw my phone at you.

You know how I get.

I said a few things I...

Sorry.

SHE CHUCKLES, HE INHALES DEEPLY

I'll see you soon, Spike.

BARKS, GROWLS

CHURCH BELLS TOLL

Right, come on, Fluffy.

Mariel?

See you on the other side.

Yes, Al. You will.

Anything?

Er, nothing from Nurses Yang and Haggard.

But Flynn and Ford? Seems they're sleeping together.

Course they are.

Alliyah Kharti?

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 through 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. Oh, God.'

PANICKED BREATHING

'This is not a romance. He... He was horrible.

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

'H-H-H-H-He threatened me. He... He really threatened me.'

PANICKED BREATHING

'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.

'Oh, God!

'Al's not what I thought he was.'

Oh... Al Ford.

Do we know where he is now? 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?

Hmm?

This is ridiculous! We had a nice evening.

I didn't threaten her. Not even any cross words.

What the hell's 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 gonna 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?

Oh, 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, hmm?

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.

PHONE RINGS, VIBRATES

WHISPERS:God, she is good. Yeah?

CRAIG:'Ma'am, I've just sent 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 Kharti... the receptionist at the clinic.'

Miss Kharti?

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 had an obsession with Al? No!

Well, explain it to me, Alliyah.

SHE SIGHS I do a lot of promotional work.

Corporate, hospitality.

I met Mariel at one of those events. We hit it off. She's, erm...

SHE CHUCKLES She's quite a character.

She asked me to come and work for her in the clinic, on reception,

and so I could keep across Al's diary.

She's paid me twice my hourly rate, plus a bonus to follow him.

I kept up both jobs.

Er, 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.

GOLF CLUB HITTING BALL EVAN: Oh...

Oh! Nearly, Judge Evan. SHE CHUCKLES

Strength is your weakness.

Er, I'm not sure... I know what you mean.

You've over-tightening the grip.

Nice, soft hands. That's the key...

to a good... short... game.

BALL RATTLES IN HOLE Ah!

It's all about your feel for the shaft.

Damn! She's been lying to me. Lying to us all, Ma'am.

You and the boyfriend...

when you were boozing, what did you talk about?

Oh, this and that. You know, life, the universe.

"Shooting the breeze", as he called it.

Yeah. And, erm... What?

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

"Interfere"? What do you mean?

Well, boss, nothing. No, go on. Out with it.

Well, Ma'am, I-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...

Oh, my God. What is happening?!

Ma'am. C-C-Could we just get back to the case, please, Ma'am?

So, this memorial tonight, see if any suspects pop up.

One of them could be your mystery nurse.

I'll deal with Mariel.

SONG: 'The Best'

# Better than all the rest

# Better than anyone

WHOOPING

# 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

# Wow, you're the best! #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

As always, a Rose like no other. We'll miss you.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE MAN:Hear, hear!

WHOOPING

WHISTLING

We should split up, Sergeant. Start questioning them.

Now, 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.

WHOOPING AND APPLAUSE

WHISTLING

MICROPHONE FEEDBACK

The thing about Rose was that she was just like us.

WOMAN IN CROWD WEEPS Normal.

And she made us feel heard. Seen.

There was nothing fake about her. Where's Keira?

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

She was the most authentic influencer out there.

Rest in beauty, Rose.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

MARIEL:'What do you think, huh?'

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

SONG: 'Mercy'

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... 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?

Ah! You've got a thing for doormats.

I mean, 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.

WOMAN:We never did get to see her new skin-care collab.

SHAKY BREATHING

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

Through us. The Boleyn Beauties.

CROWD:The Boleyn Beauties! CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

So... have you always liked passive men, or...

have you been wounded? You know, a little scarred?

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

I mean, Al's been playing away for three months,

and you're still shagging him? Mm-hm.

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

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

I keep hearing "Keira".

Yes. Keira. Everyone's talking about her.

Rose's biggest fan.

Mm. More stalker than fan, it seems.

She was following Rose everywhere. Threatening her.

Did you get a second name? Yeah, Roberts.

You know, you should call in a check on this Keira Roberts,

just see if she's, er... WOMAN:'Hello, Missing Person's...'

Very good, DC Pachiorkowski. Hello?

I need to run a check on Keira Roberts.

APPLAUSE, WHISTLE

PHONE RINGS Yeah?

MUSIC: 'Get Out Of My Head' by Shane Codd

Keira 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.

OK. Thanks.

Where are you, Ma'am?

Dealing with Mariel.

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 cos you lied to me.

And I'm happy cos I just got a new lead.

Ooh! Do share.

Keira Roberts. That name mean anything to you?

Keira Roberts?

No. Sorry.

She was stalking Rose. No-one's seen her since Monday.

Only a matter of time till I track her down.

Well... good hunting.

Three, two, one, release!

APPLAUSE

KEYBOARD CLICKING

OK, thanks.

SIGHS

I've just had a call with Mariel Flynn.

She alleges that you tried to get her inebriated

to force a confession? That's not what happened at all.

What happened is immaterial.

Anything a suspect says uncorroborated

in a deliberately engineered social situation

is inadmissible.

Yes, I know, ma'am. But with all due respect,

this conversation is immaterial.

We've got a lead.

I know.

Keira Roberts.

But you need to get her down here and get a confession.

Yes, ma'am, we're on it.

Al Ford has also been in touch.

Also alleging harassment.

Yeah, well, he would, wouldn't he?

Al and Mariel are behind this.

It's still a mess. Not of my making.

Nor of mine.

Put that to one side. You need a clear head.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Can I be transparent?

I don't consider myself your role model.

Nor your mentor.

Nor am I making a project out of you.

OK?

Ma'am.

Keira Roberts. Our missing suspect. She wants to talk to you.

OK. 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?

Mm-hm. 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 and...

take a view from there, eh?

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?

KEIRA: 'Yeah, it's the best I can do.'

What did you want to tell us, Keira?

'I... killed Rose Boleyn.'

OK. Well, take your time. No rush.

Can you explain to me, in your own words, how you killed Rose?

'I broke into the clinic on Monday morning.

'I sneaked into the operating theatre

'when the nurses were distracted...

'..and I passed the anaesthetist the... thing with the poison in it.

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

OK. Let's go a step back.

How exactly did you break into the clinic?

'The fire door.'

So, what, you just... just forced it?

'No. Someone opened it from the inside.'

Who?

Who opened the door for you, Keira?

'Al Ford.'

CHURCH BELLS TOLL

Mariel.

Al.

Ah! Come on. Good boy.

'I met him about a month ago, at the bar he DJs in, and...

'..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, and 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, and...

'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 out.

'Al just got inside my head... manipulated me.

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

OK, Keira. 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.' DISCONNECTION TONE

Wait, no!

Craig! Anything?

Er, Tech Services are trying to nail her VPN and get a location,

but they're not hopeful. Give 'em a bollocking.

I can do the bollocking.

OK. Cool. Hello?

TYRES SQUEAL

Right, be discreet because local press'll be here,

but I want Al Ford processed and ready for interview within the hour.

On it, ma'am.

She's lying!

Ma'am!

And having reviewed the assets accrued by Flynn & 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.

HE GASPS INCREDULOUSLY

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 put us through.

Ma'am, Keira 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.

CROWD GASPS That's just ridiculous.

WHISPERS:Wait, what? Why would she lie about that?

I... I-I don't know.

THAT is not Spike. THAT is an imposter.

She's swapped the dogs!

CROWD MURMURS, MARIEL LAUGHS

WHISPERS: That's it!

The real Spike is probably lying dead in a ditch somewhere.

What? You're making a fool of yourself.

You're the only fool in this place. Mr Ford... Mr Ford... Ms Flynn,

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

Order! Mr Ford... Honestly!

Keira told us that Mr Ford wooed her

with his first pressing of a Teddy Pendergrass LP a month ago.

Mm-hm?

But Ms Flynn scratched that same record three months ago,

so Keira's lying! Why, for God's sake?

Ma'am... 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 the girl who's just confessed to the murder of Rose Boleyn,

and that girl is NOT Keira 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 does it feel, Mariel, to have crushed me in court like that?

Ah, 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. HE LAUGHS

Yes, "evilness" isn't a word. Mm... works for you.

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

WHISPERS:I will be back.

LAUGHS

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

Now... let's face the music.

Thank you, everyone, for joining us so quickly.

This case took a bit of unravelling.

At its heart it's a clever piece of subterfuge,

that depended on confirmation bias.

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

..you only see what you expect to see.

MACHINE BEEPING

Not what's really there, not what's right in front of you...

staring you in the face.

Sergeant 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 make-up.

And then you...

..Mr Ford, you 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.

SCOFFS Rose?

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

Oh, no, er... 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... I'm... I'm s... I'm sorry.

..and then, five minutes later, you dispatched Nurse Yang...

to take Spike back upstairs to Ms Flynn,

the route was clear for the real Rose Boleyn...

..to murder the false Rose Boleyn.

MACHINE BEEPING

Propofol.

RAPID BEEPING

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 and 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.

On the testimony of our key witness...

Rose Boleyn.

We picked her up at Bristol Airport...

..on a one-way flight to Australia, using her Romanian passport...

..under the name of "Elena Vacarescu".

So... who did I operate on?

Keira Roberts. Rose's biggest fan.

Rose told us everything, Mariel.

How you, Al, had told her you were going to leave your wife.

But when she saw online that you were renewing your wedding vows,

she gate-crashed your party.

And you, Mariel, when you saw Al with Rose, that was the last straw.

You got up on stage and announced your divorce.

Then you 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.

Keira Roberts.

Who had discovered her true identity and was threatening to expose her.

Keira 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 Keira to have a free operation

to look just like her idol.

Rose wanted out. You wanted to destroy Al,

and sacrificing Keira was the solution to both your problems.

You facilitated the switch.

Like you switched Fluffy for Spike, you switched Keira for Rose.

And Rose murdered Keira.

And 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.

DOOR OPENS

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

I wanted to make him suffer.

After what he did to me, I deserved more than...

You might deserve a lot of things, Mariel - God knows Al's a ratbag -

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.

MAN: Sorry, Mr Ford, can you just wait there please, sir?

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.

Damn it, Mariel!

WHISPERS:I still love you.

Same.

OFFICER: This way, madam.

Mariel!

Did you get the address of Keira's parents?

It's Slough. Er, once we've picked up her ashes,

we'll be there by tea time.

God... all that social media stuff. 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,

Ormond would be chomping at the bit to make an example of me.

Despite my clear-up rate. That's just the way she is, Ma'am.

Very demanding.

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

There's a first time for everything, Ma'am.

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

Devious? I was just tr... trying to help, Ma'am.

No, I don't mean about that. I mean...

..there's me, dispatching my boyfriend to fix your boiler

so I could find out more about you. Well, isn't THAT devious?

Yeah, but... Oh, that's quite nice, actually.

..I'm none the wiser and you're all over

my relationship with the boyfriend.

Oh, all I wanted was a hot bath, Ma'am. You're very lucky.

God, I know. Something goes wrong with your boiler,

there goes your week in Tenerife.

No. I-I-I mean your boyfriend.

He really loves you, ma'am.

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Yeah, I know.

It's not everything, though, is it?

I mean, 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 any more.

I mean, there's a whole world out there.

Beyond marriage or... your relationship.

And I've got crimes to solve...

and murderers to bang up.

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

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