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Oh, my God, there's Gary!

- Hey, Gary! - Hi!

- Oh, lovely chopper, Gary! - Hi, Gary!

Hey, Gary!

Get him on the camera as he gets out!

- Flash bastard! - Whoo!

Here comes Gary arriving for the big day.

Living it large, my friend.

- To old friends! - Old friends.

- And Mr. Operator. KES: Mr. Operator's gonna win!

And Godfather, your opinion.

Quietly confident.

Save some for me!

Don't you dare!

Here's Dad. Late, as usual.

Here you go.

- Get that down you. - Thank you very much.

Cheers!

The news is he's traveled well. - He is a winner!

Good lad. It's Connor McBride.

- Connor McBride. - Absolutely.

Check the weight there.

Good luck, mate. We're right behind you.

And after the fourth race, the accumulator now stands at £1,470.

Come on!

- Come on! He's favorite by a mile! - It's your money, Rakesh.

I feel lucky.

- £300 on Mr. Operator, please. - Oh!

Come on, Harry! In you come!

Here's to you and me. It's gonna be a great one.

Oh, there he is! I can see him.

And, yes, they're off! They're clean away.

And first to show is Pongo on the outside...

Yellow Diamonds. Closely followed by...

- Come on! - Come on!

- Come on, Operator! Come on! - Come on!

As they come up to the first turn,

Mr. Operator is pressing for the lead.

- He looks great, doesn't he? - Mmm.

The first two, that's Mr. Operator in the maroon and white, alongside Pongo.

- Come on! - Come on!

Come on!

The second favorite, Donny's Boy, is now beginning to show.

Mr. Operator back into third.

Go, go, go!

What's wrong with him?

Then comes The Brief.

The back marker at 66-1 is Woodland Girl.

He's running like a pig!

Mr. Operator seems to be losing ground. The field are pulling away...

Come on, McBride.

Come on, Mr. Operator!

Oh, my God.

And, oh, dear! Connor McBride underneath Mr. Operator.

Goodness me! He still hasn't got to his feet...

Jesus! Come on.

Professor Dalton.

Hi.

Neck isn't broken.

Horse ran terrible.

Right out of character.

Jockey was stone-dead when they got to him.

Mmm. Probably the sheer weight of the horse falling on top of him.

Autopsy straight away.

How's the horse?

- His leg's shattered. - Is there nothing you can do?

- Sorry. There's no option. - Oh, you'd better do it.

Oh.

What's taking so long?

It looks bad. They've abandoned the meeting.

That only means one thing.

Oh, God!

I don't like to ask, but the horse was insured, wasn't it?

Oh, great! That's just great!

- What did he say? - He...

I was just checking if the horse was insured.

- Don't bother with him! - Matt, don't be a prat!

- What did I say? - It's not quite the right moment, is it?

Oh, don't take the moral high ground, please!

Come on, Matt!

Why are you all bitching?

Have you noticed anything, Kes? None of us like each other anymore.

Let's go and grab a snack.

What's happened to McBride?

I'm Gary Chettle, one of the owners. We're part of a syndicate.

I'm afraid you'll have to wait for the formal announcement.

Oh, my God. He's dead, isn't he?

Who the hell are you?

Hmm, sorry. They're mine!

I'm Nikki. I'm a forensic anthropologist.

You're brushing your teeth in the mortuary.

I know. Ladies' loo has flooded.

Mortuary, as in evidence.

- Contamination thereof. - I sort of know that.

Cases depend on it.

This is the pathology department, not the Natural History Museum.

Are you Leo?

Professor Leo Dalton, head of this department.

I know.

You can't just wander in here and start camping out.

Not normally, obviously.

- What? - You're right, of course.

You don't just invade a mortuary.

Okay, look.

The archaeology department

doesn't have the software for facial reconstruction, you have.

So when I brought these back from the Brecon Beacons dig...

It's a very unusual late Iron Age burial.

My colleagues think it's ritual sacrifice, but I don't.

That's what's so interesting.

Well, how interesting you find these bones isn't the point.

I just wanted to get on with it. To know what these people look like.

I'm sorry.

I convinced myself if you'd been here, you'd have let me use the software.

And Professor Heggerty said, "Oh, Leo, he's fairly easy-going. He won't mind."

I'm not doing very well, am I?

No.

Don't you understand that feeling?

It's obsessive.

I'm sorry. I really am.

You find something, you want the answers PDQ.

You just have to have them.

Sorry.

Again.

Come on, Godfather. A word for Kes' camera?

Go away, Kes.

A large brandy in the flask, please.

- Are you an alcoholic? - You've still got the lens cap on.

Pack it in, Kes.

Well, he seems okay.

Ooh-ooh! Over here, Gary!

Why don't we go out and eat? The three of us. Pretend we're a family.

It's your turn to have him.

I need some free time.

Look, Kate, I'm really trying here.

I missed your birthday, didn't I?

What would you like? Name it, it's yours.

Well, erm, I'd like you and Mum to get back together.

Okay. So you wouldn't like the trainers I bought you?

Done your jockey?

He's on his way in. I don't think there's much in it for us.

The racing people are having a minor meltdown.

- Did they let the result stand? - Yeah, but they're not happy.

Dead cert favorite has fallen over for no reason.

Have you been practicing facial reconstruction?

You're getting better at it than I am.

It's not mine.

Hi, guys.

Where did you learn how to do this?

Well, I worked in forensic pathology in Johannesburg for six months.

We had a lot of unidentified bodies.

You've even impressed Harry.

I don't know if I've fallen into a black hole or something.

Oh, sorry. This is Nikki.

I'm intending to have her thrown out at some point, but I've been busy.

Nikki Alexander, forensic anthropologist.

It's a RAM raid, really. I only want you for your software.

I've had her checked out, and it seems she is who she says she is.

- Well, I should hope so. - I've often wondered.

Do you want to see the rest of my Iron Age family?

The reconstructions are coming together rather well.

This is the woman, 30-ish.

Brought your own bones?

Leo said that I can't keep them in the morgue,

so he told me I could leave them there.

Oh.

Not actually on my desk, but...

Really?

How are you getting to London?

I don't know.

I'm staying here.

Mmm.

In my own room.

Cuts and abrasions to the hands.

Consistent with trying to hang on to the reins.

Compound fracture to the clavicle

indicates that his shoulder broke his fall before the horse fell on him.

And that's what killed him. He has what we call a flail chest.

Almost every rib is broken, puncturing the lungs and other organs.

Cause of death?

Massive internal bleeding and shock.

The paramedics would have to be turbocharged

to reach him on time, or lucky.

Playing to the gallery?

I've got toxicology.

Not exactly drunk and disorderly, but half-a-skinful, at least.

According to insiders, he was a promising lad who hadn't come on.

A bit desperate.

Maybe he had a few beforehand, not thinking he was getting a ride.

Hello?

We're on our way.

Perhaps you'd better check.

Over there.

Helicopter's stable? How many bodies?

One in the cockpit, and one over there.

- I'll show you. HARRY: Anything been moved?

Make some space on the other side. - Yes, sir.

Get on to the Met office again and make sure...

I didn't get you out of bed, did I?

Chris! I hadn't actually got that far.

Didn't expect to see you again quite so soon.

I asked for you. Who's your mate?

That's Leo Dalton, my boss.

DCI Hollander, I understand congratulations are in order.

- I'll take this one. - Okay.

Any idea what happened here?

Celebrations. The cabin looks like my boozer at chucking-out time.

I saw this guy yesterday.

He was at the races. He said they were a syndicate which owned a horse.

Poor sod.

Got a broken neck. Didn't stand much of a chance.

Neither of them did.

Well, somebody was pissed, 'cause I can still smell it.

Look at this. Winnings.

In euros?

Well, it was some rich bastard's pay day.

- This explains the smell of whisky. - Well, there you go.

The seal's still intact.

- Duty-free. - You lads!

We just tell you what the evidence tells us.

'Course you do. - What's this?

Coffee.

If we can get you a kidney quickly,

then I'm sure we can get you well enough to have a baby.

You'd need a bit more prenatal care, but...

Okay?

She's got such courage and determination.

I'm sure she's gonna win through.

It would be fantastic if it could happen.

It will.

Right, so, are we gonna go for this?

- Try stopping me! - Good!

I mean, I know I can't make any promises,

but I don't see any reason why this shouldn't work out for you.

And the sooner the better, okay?

Air traffic control gave us the two named on the flight.

Both doctors.

Gary Chettle, who leased the aircraft, and Rakesh Bhandari.

Which one's this one?

Well, the pilot's Chettle, so this one...

Has got to be Rakesh Bhandari.

Are you sure? Any ID?

That's the name on the flight. That's who he is, Harry.

Hi, Kes. It's Mum. What're you doing?

Did you keep Dad up late?

Hugo, when you wake up, can you get Kes to give me a bell

and tell me when he's heading back, okay?

Who was in this seat?

Well, if that guy was in the back, empty, I guess.

It's hardly rocket science.

Harry?

There's another one!

Any sign of life?

Come on! Get a move on!

Medic!

We've got a live one! Medics!

- I'm Harry. - I'm Kes.

Chris!

You're all right.

Steady, steady. - Steady.

Come on, buddy. Keep his shoulders and his head together.

Lift.

Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Right. Thank you.

- Why wasn't he on the flight plan? - I don't know.

I've just spoken to the Jockey Club and you're right,

they did own the horse that fell yesterday.

Right.

The race is being investigated

because they're not satisfied the horse just stumbled.

You think they're connected?

Well, let's wait till you've autopsied the pilot, eh?

Maybe we're looking at something much nastier.

Can we have these bodies bagged up?

Something to really get our teeth into, eh?

Oi, get off the car!

Accident investigation officers

have begun their enquiry into the cause of the crash,

while police have confirmed there were two men on board the helicopter,

and both were killed on impact.

Initial reports suggest that one of the victims was Dr. Gary Chettle,

an eminent neurosurgeon...

What is it?

Dr. Chettle was an experienced pilot who knew the area well,

leading to speculation about the cause of this tragedy.

- I can't believe this is happening. - Well, it has.

I mean, after yesterday.

Just Gary?

On the news, two men.

Rakesh.

Get them off the trolleys and in the fridges, will you?

- We're about to do both at once. - Give us a break!

- Have you traced any next of kin? - We're working on it.

It's tough, but it's better procedure.

Er, can I do anything?

- We haven't slept. - Well, I am Home Office certified.

Scrub up. It's your lucky day!

- Which one's this? - What shall I tell the people outside?

- What people outside? - They're out here.

Hello.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I know it's difficult, but it would help us a lot

if someone could formally identify the bodies.

Sorry, I don't think I can do this.

I know that people expect doctors to find these things easy, but...

Hey...

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah, that's Gary.

Chettle.

It's Hugo. It's not Rakesh.

- Are you sure? - Of course I'm bloody sure!

It's Hugo Slattery. It's my ex-husband.

I am so sorry. There's obviously been a mistake.

My God, Kes! He was with Hugo! Where's Kes?

Items from Hugo Slattery's pockets.

Mobile phone.

Car keys.

Okay, so it was a glorious night,

experienced pilot, very used to night flying.

No obvious evidence of any mechanical failure.

So why does he fly at full speed straight into the ground?

A plane ticket. It's to Turkey. Return, yesterday.

There was no radio communication said that anything was wrong,

and the radio was working.

Pills in Gary Chettle's trousers.

Should he be flying if he's on medication?

- It depends what they are, obviously. - Any idea?

We'll get them tested.

Are you okay, Matt? God, you're shaking.

What's the news?

Erm...

Gary and Hugo.

Kes?

No. Hopefully.

Rakesh, we thought you were dead. Your name was on the flight plan.

Oh, no.

He's got a variety of traumatic injuries.

What you'd expect, really, external and internal.

Consistent with the crash.

- Anything suspicious? - No.

Any sign of the tox reports? - No.

- So what about Gary Chettle? - Hold on.

Er, we can be pretty safe about cause of death as a broken neck.

Otherwise, it's severe head and facial impact injuries like Slattery.

So, what else can you tell us?

The liver's quite fatty. He's a bit more than a social drinker.

Heart looks fine. It's not enlarged.

No external signs. I'd have to...

Dissect?

Yeah.

Nikki, can you dissect this heart, please?

Yeah.

Thank you. NIKKI: Thanks.

So, what about the helicopter?

Well, AAIB said it was new and serviced only two weeks ago.

Could just be tiredness.

Just nodded off. I don't know. Is that likely in an aircraft?

I don't know. Something could have happened.

A fight between the passengers, maybe.

The state of the cockpit doesn't give us much chance of knowing.

There's hardly room to swing a punch.

But there's a lot of cash on board. Enough to fall out over.

ID on the pills.

Laxatives.

Harry, I think you should have a look at this.

Yeah. Well spotted. Leo?

Could be a conduction defect in the heart.

A type-two block?

It could well be. He might have had a bradycardia.

If he had a slow heart rate, he might have complained to his GP.

- Could that cause a heart attack? - No.

But it might cause drowsiness or a blackout.

And surely he shouldn't have been flying with a condition like that.

No. Definitely not.

Mr. Gibb. Sorry.

Your friends died from injuries consistent with the crash.

But there will be further investigation.

Did, erm, Gary's autopsy show anything untoward?

- Sorry, I... - Sorry.

I'm Rakesh Bhandari. I was his GP.

I see. Can I have a word with you?

- Sure. - Thanks.

- Let's try in here. - All right.

Did Gary Chettle ever complain of fatigue?

No. He never mentioned any symptoms.

Had you examined him in the last year or so?

Of course. What's this about?

Well, my autopsy showed he had a type-two blockage in his heart.

This can induce a condition called bradycardia.

I know what the condition is. Did it cause the accident?

Dr. Bhandari, you signed him off for his pilot's license.

If you did so knowing he suffered from bradycardia,

that would be a very serious offense.

Gary never complained of any symptoms and I didn't detect a slow heart rate.

I'm a doctor. Sometimes I make mistakes.

I mean...

Given that until a couple of hours ago,

you thought that I was one of the victims!

You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Do you want to...

I suppose we can all make mistakes.

Mine can be a lot more costly.

I'm a kidney specialist.

I'm in partnership with Hugo. Well, I was.

Do you have business in Turkey? Only we found a plane ticket.

Yes, he'd just been there. We've got links with various hospitals abroad.

- What kind of links? - Transplants.

We try to save the ones the NHS can't.

Are donors any easier to find there than they are here?

Well, yes, they are. Well, they get paid.

Ah. Right.

I save lives.

Well, I don't imagine that you improve the lives of your donors.

A man can survive well on one kidney.

Maybe even happier if he knows he can feed his family.

- The market decides everything? - So what do we have here, then?

Transplant waiting lists only getting shorter

because the patients are dying!

- Do you prefer that? - Yes, I do prefer it.

I grant you, the system here isn't perfect...

If you want to contact me...

We shouldn't have to wait all day for the tox reports!

Okay, right. So when will they be ready?

Sorry? You're telling me she's gone home?

Well, do you see us going home?

- Fascinating. - Bonkers!

- Thinking about another pathologist? - No!

Under no circumstances!

We've got him!

Gary Chettle hiked up the insurance on the horse just ten days ago.

Looks like he knew there was something wrong with it, wanted to cash in.

How's it connected to the helicopter crash?

Maybe that gang of doctors isn't as friendly as they're making out to be.

Anyway, the horse autopsy's tomorrow. Who wants to join the vet set?

- Do you two draw lots? - No, Harry'll do it.

Good lad!

Don't faint, don't throw up, and don't touch anything.

Okay.

Well, we'd like to know if he had something wrong

that justified an insurance fiddle.

We charge extra for insurance.

If you can handle a horse, Harry, we'll get through it in half the time.

Yep.

We know the cause of death.

Lethal injection administered by one of my colleagues.

Is that another injection? It looks like a swelling.

I'll have a closer look at that.

I'd like to give you what you want, but it's not.

It's a cyst. Probably benign.

Right, let's take a look at his rectum. Pardon me.

Well, Istanbul, here we come!

- You gonna be all right? - Yeah. I'll be fine.

He's been really helpful.

I wish you didn't have to go.

I just wanna be sure, you know? There's a lot to organize.

I'm starting worrying about the baby now.

You're incredible!

Listen, you haven't had a transplant, let alone get pregnant.

And I think I've got to be personally involved in that part!

What do you think?

Look, you just rest. Take it easy.

And if you get tired, you just go and see Louise, okay?

Do you think I should've waited for a transplant on the NHS?

- Dr. Bhandari said that I was... - No! No, Jan! It's a lottery.

Look, two days, and then I'll be back.

Okay?

There are a number of fractures to the left foreleg, results of the fall.

The leg bones of all race horses are fragile.

That's the way they're bred.

Third metacarpal's the most common. Here. Irreparable.

Okay, so we know from the X-ray that your career-threatening condition

is the beginning of osteochondrosis in the right leg, here.

- Not an old horse either. - But that leg isn't broken?

No. It would only have been a matter of time, though.

Maybe Chettle was fixing the insurance,

but that had nothing to do with the horse falling?

Not in this case.

There seems to be a lot of laceration round the jaw.

The poor thing must have come crashing down, flat on his face.

You're right. He didn't just stumble, did he?

His legs went from under him like a puppet with the strings cut.

Is that unusual?

Any fall in a flat race is unusual. This is very suspicious.

What would you be looking at in a human, Harry?

- Heart, brain and blood. - Yeah.

The check-in for flight 7479 to Istanbul is now open.

Please have your passports ready.

Mr. Barnes.

There's your tickets.

Somebody will be waiting up here for you when you get back.

- Not you? - No, don't worry.

There's a couple of Valium in there. Enjoy Turkey.

- Sorry I'm late. - Oh, don't worry.

- I expect you've got lots of patients. - Yep, there's loads of people ready

to hand over stacks of cash for blind beggars' organs.

I didn't say that.

I'm teasing!

But if you've come here to convert me...

Your colleague, Hugo.

Do you know what he was doing in Turkey?

Why?

We found 20,000 euros in the helicopter.

Could they have been his?

Sorry. Can I have the bill, please?

Louise?

I thought you'd invited me here for coffee.

- Well, I did, but... - I watched my little brother die.

Everybody else made promises, and kept his spirits up and sang hymns.

But the one thing that would have saved him

couldn't be had for love or money.

So I'm doing something about it.

Who wants one for luck?

I'll have it. I think I'm gonna need it.

Let's have a look at the bloods.

The betting patterns will certainly be worth examining.

- Not an accident? - I'll say the poor beggar was sluggish.

Ketamine.

Not a big dose, but enough to slow him down.

And it would be unpredictable.

Once the horse started galloping, anything could happen.

Except, of course, he wouldn't win. Not in a million years.

- How was it administered? - Rectally, according to the swab.

Squeezy bottle. Anything.

Fool's way, if you're desperate and you haven't got a syringe handy.

I hope whoever held him got a good kicking.

We found them all jumbled together.

A heap of bones under a rough cairn.

It's hard to imagine that they were a family.

Iron Age nuclear family. Mother, father and son.

Plus six or seven dogs.

- It's a lot for one family, isn't it? - Hunters, shepherds.

Here's the strange thing. The skeletons aren't complete.

There are some specific pieces missing.

Oh, I got the toxicology report for the pilot, Gary Chettle.

And?

Some alcohol, but only a couple of units.

He tested positive for a significant dose of ketamine.

That's insane.

Knocked out like the horse?

We have to find out how the ketamine got into Gary Chettle's system.

Are you suggesting I might have missed a needle mark?

I'm sure you were extremely thorough. Just wanna be able to rule it out.

Ketamine doesn't have to be injected, does it?

No. I hope he didn't get it the same way as the horse.

Users on the street buy it in powder form.

He was a doctor. He wouldn't have had any difficulty getting hold of it.

And no sign of residue. He wasn't snorting the stuff.

Ingested?

It'd have to be.

You wouldn't fly on that for fun, would you?

It's odorless and tasteless.

Someone could have slipped it to him somehow.

I'm sorry about everything, Kes.

I'm sorry I've been such a lousy mum.

I'm always so busy... Thinking about myself.

I'm sorry me and Hugo didn't get back together.

I'm sorry I'm gonna have to tell you such bad news.

I'm sorry.

But, please, please wake up, Kes!

Please!

Here we go again!

What's that?

Some camcorder stuff Kes Slattery shot on race day.

- Anything useful? - No.

Just sad, really.

Chris is trying to find out if any of them ordered any ketamine.

Harry, there's someone here to see you.

Did you want to see me?

Did Gary's heart condition cause the crash?

Why?

Okay, he did complain of drowsiness a couple of times,

and I thought it might have been bradycardia.

There's no medication you can give. It wasn't bad enough for a pacemaker.

Did you send him for an ECG?

You know the pressure with friends.

I feel really, really crap about this, Harry.

I have to report this. You know that?

- I'll be struck off. - I know.

As it happens, we've already concluded

that the heart condition wasn't a contributory factor in the crash.

It's not relevant. I won't report it. Forget it.

Thanks.

All right, lads? HARRY: Chris!

Got the tox report on Hugo Slattery.

Tested positive for cheesy Wotsits.

Also, cocaine, very positive, and alcohol.

Celebrating.

I suppose we should be charitable,

and say that he was upset at losing a horse and rider.

Okay, get back to Chettle and this drug?

Didn't you say he had a heart condition?

You'd have to class that as a nuisance rather than a threat.

But it might make the effect of the ketamine worse, right?

Possibly.

Who would have known about his heart?

Let's find out who his GP was.

We know that, don't we? Rakesh Bhandari.

Another member of the syndicate.

- You didn't mention this. - I didn't think it was relevant.

- Did you talk to him? - Yeah.

What, you interviewed a suspect without my knowledge?

Hold on, Chris. I didn't know he was a suspect.

He simply admitted to me

that he knew Chettle had a slow heart rate, that's all.

And you were gonna keep it quiet?

What if it had been a copper letting his mate off a speeding ticket?

- Did you report him? - He lost friends yesterday.

I didn't think it was fair, but I'll amend my report.

Dr. Bhandari?

DCI Hollander.

Come into my office.

Thanks for your time. I just wanted to ask you a few questions.

Why was your name on the flight plan?

I was going to fly, but then I decided to stay.

It was as simple as that.

My plans changed.

You realized you weren't gonna pull this woman, so thought you'd go home?

Yeah.

And then you changed your mind?

Kes got very excited about flying, so that meant Hugo had to stay with him.

There's only enough room for three, so I did the unselfish thing.

And Gary forgot to tell flight control, yeah?

Kes will tell you about it when he comes round.

Did you know that the horse was doped with ketamine?

I backed that horse. I've still got the ticket.

How do you feel about the accident

knowing about Gary's health as you do, being his GP?

There has to be another explanation. Gary was okay to fly.

Rakesh Bhandari was desperate. His whole career was on the line.

I didn't know he was gonna be a suspect in a murder.

What would you have done?

It was a borderline misdemeanor. Move on.

You've just secured Chris Hollander's promotion to DCI,

he thinks you're the bee's knees! What does he know?

How come nobody's followed up on Hugo Slattery?

He's just back from Turkey with a bag stuffed full of euros.

Did somebody try to bump him off, do you think?

Somebody would really have to hate him to bump off his son, as well.

What's it like in a coma? Did you see angels?

Oh!

Hiya.

I thought you might want these back.

Oh!

I'm just amazed he came round so quickly!

- Your name's Harry, isn't it? - Yeah.

- He saved your life. - Not sure that's true.

You're pretty indestructible by the look of it!

Your mum and I have got a little conspiracy

to keep the police away from you for a while,

but they are going to want to ask you a lot of questions.

I don't remember much, anyway.

Have you asked Dad?

I remember taking off. That was good.

Do you remember Gary at the controls?

Yeah!

He was mad! He was rapping away!

Mmm.

You get some sleep now.

He was... He was snoring.

I shook him.

I tried to work the radio.

I didn't know what to do.

Do you want some water?

I left my fleece at Dad's.

The navy one.

Could you get it for me?

Okay.

Oh, God! Kate!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to get some clothes for Kes.

He's gonna be okay.

Oh, I'm glad, Kate. I'm really glad.

So, how did you get into Hugo's flat, then?

I used the keys that he keeps in the office.

I had to get hold of some patient details urgently.

My God.

He only died two days ago.

Right.

You see, I could ask you why you've got a key to his apartment.

I mean, you haven't been together for six years.

Er, I forgot to give it back.

Oh, right!

I don't trust you, Louise. You always want what others have.

- Sorry, what did you say? - You always want what other people have!

Yeah, and you've always been a lousy judge of character, Kate.

And whatever went wrong between you and Rakesh is no concern of mine.

And you're safe, because I don't want him.

We've been through everything

and Rakesh Bhandari didn't order any ketamine.

As far as I can see, racing and gambling were just a hobby to him.

He's an amateur.

But betting has got to be the key to this murder.

Murder?

Prefer the cock-up version of history myself.

But then I'm not a copper.

I bet you a pound.

If it is a betting scam...

How do you make money just by stopping the favorite?

You don't know which other horse is gonna win.

It doesn't matter if it's the right race.

We know the favorite's not going to win,

so we're going to bet different amounts on the other four horses.

The outsider is at 66-1,

but let's make it simpler, and make it 60-1.

So, let's say we've decided to win £60.

We put £1 on Woodland Girl at 60-1.

The Brief is at 12-1.

So we put five on him.

Pongo's at 6-1, so we put ten on that.

And the last one gets £15.

- So whichever horse comes in first... - We win £60.

That's right.

But if we add up the total amount of bets,

it's 31.

Plus, we get a stake back on whichever horse wins.

You're following.

So, whichever horse wins, we have a guaranteed profit of at least £30.

Can't lose.

So, why doesn't everyone do that?

Remember, we're not supposed to know that the favorite isn't going to win.

And it only works on certain races.

The favorite has to be way ahead in the betting,

and you can't have too many other horses,

otherwise the total bets would exceed the guaranteed profit.

There's your scam, Chris.

Where did you learn all that?

I'm attracted to the wrong sort of blokes.

This is a security announcement.

All passengers are reminded not to leave their luggage unattended.

Any unattended baggage will be removed immediately.

High Street, please.

He was drugged. They found ketamine in his blood.

Somebody wanted to kill either him or Hugo. Why?

- Ketamine? RAKESH: It's luck that Kes survived!

What a cock-up! All this over a dead horse?

And a dead jockey.

So that means Dad's dead, too, doesn't it?

Because if he was alive, you would have told me.

It's just like everything else.

You're all scared of the truth.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, my God! Hang on! Hang on! Wait a second.

Stephen?

Stephen? Stephen, can you hear me?

Come on. Let's get you inside.

Oh, careful. That's it. I've got you.

That's it. Take care.

Oh, Stephen! That's it. It's okay. Okay.

Stephen?