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[cars driving, city sounds] [sirens blaring]

[dark music]

[door rattling]

[soft exhale]

[car brakes squeal]

[party music]

[female] What are you doing, Ryan? [laughs]

[party music]

[female] What are you doing, Ryan? [laughs]

[indistinct chatter, music]

[tense music]

[theme music]

[doorbell rings]

[door opens] You're very early.

Danny!

Jesus, Jackie. This is some fuckin' house.

Bit of a stretch on an NHS salary.

My husband works in finance.

What are you doing here?

I've just been to see Christina, for the last time.

Ah, that must have been hard for you.

Can I come in?

Er, I'd rather you didn't.

I... I have friends coming over.

-Please? -You have my sympathy, Danny.

But er... I don't have time for this now.

Come and see me tomorrow at St. Josephine's

if you have any more questions about the autopsy.

No, no, no, no.

Jackie. Let me come inside.

| don't wanna do this out here.

Uh, do what?

Everything we could possibly have to say to one other has already been said.

Everything relevant and a great deal more.

Not quite everything.

This isn't appropriate, you coming to my house like this.

It's intrusive, intimidating even.

Intimidating?

Well, I'm here alone after dark

and you're behaving, very erratically like you were this morning.

Jackie, my daughter's dead.

| thought you might have the decency to answer one simple question.

[sighs]

[tense music]

Okay.

Come on in.

Thank you.

[door closes]

You said there was no evidence of foul play

on Christina's body when you carried out her autopsy.

That's correct. No clear evidence.

So, what do you call a torn frenulum?

It's entirely circumstantial.

Come on Jackie, you don't tear your frenulum by hanging yourself.

Well, You can tear it any number of ways. A fall for instance.

Or when someone puts a hand over your mouth to suffocate you

and you're fighting for your life.

So, which is it?

You didn't notice it, or you noticed it

but didn't think it was significant?

Either way, it suggests incompetence.

Well, I'm about to make Professor,

so fuck you and your misogynistic bullshit.

Oh...

You left it out on purpose.

It doesn't prove anything.

| know that, but surely it's enough to raise a red flag?

To indicate maybe there's something more here that might need investigating.

[phone rings]

Don't mind me.

Stay there.

[Jackie speaks indistinctly on phone]

[tense music]

[suspenseful music]

Is that your daughter?

My niece.

Do you have any kids of your own?

Mm. Billy, my stepson.

Is he at university?

He graduated last year.

What about your husband?

[scoffs] He doesn't like to be photographed.

Working late, is he?

He's overseas a lot.

| think you should leave now, Danny.

That was my friend on the phone, she's going to be here shortly.

The more the merrier.

She'll be a witness, Danny, when I complain to your superintendent

about you harassing me.

You're not gonna be the only one making a complaint, Jackie.

What was your intention coming here, Danny?

What are you hoping to achieve?

A second autopsy,

to be carried out by someone else.

That's not my call.

Whose is it?

That's up to the District Coroner.

Rick Rees? So call him.

[scoffs] Well, he won't pick up at this time.

Text him then.

Tell him it's an emergency.

| already submitted my report.

Well then, un-submit it.

And on what grounds would I be asking to withdraw it?

On the grounds that new evidence has come to light,

which renders your initial findings null and void.

| already told you, a torn frenulum is circumstantial.

Do you know, I spoke to a contact at CID after your outburst at the mortuary.

Asked them to go back to the flat, check they hadn't missed anything.

Make absolutely sure that there was no evidence of foul play.

There was nothing at the scene.

And all the evidence from my post-mortem points overwhelmingly to suicide.

I'm not talking about the torn frenulum.

What then?

I'm talking about the fact that the pathologist

who carried out the autopsy was known to the deceased.

Which is surely highly irregular

and grounds for a fresh examination, wouldn't you agree?

It really was a great performance this morning, Jackie.

You didn't bat an eyelid.

Wasn't a performance.

[Danny] Ah, don't go all bashful on me now.

We both know that's not true.

That's a very serious allegation you're making.

You'd better be sure you have the evidence to back it up.

The evidence is all around us.

[video plays on phone]

[Jackie] What are you doing Ryan? [laughs]

What is this?

A video...

taken at Christmas when Christina went missing

and my ex-wife asked Ryan to look for her.

And why would he bring her here?

If that's what you're implying.

Because his wife chucked him out again.

| meant, why would I let him?

Well, because he was blackmailing her

and you were in on it.

[laughs] You can deduce all that from this?

[video plays]

It's the same rug.

[Jackie laughs]

| bet that there are half a dozen houses that have rugs like that.

[patting sound]

It's the same brand.

Very popular.

It's your voice.

[laughs] It could be anyone's.

And it's your lover.

[ominous Mmusic]

[Danny] There's no use denying it, Jackie.

The, er, the horseshoe pendant in this photo.

Aah.

He gives them to all his favourite girls.

He's like a rutting stag marking all the does in his harem.

It's not like that.

Hmm.

It appears I know him better than you do.

Don't tell me, you think you're gonna be buying a piece of land in Greece together

when his youngest leaves school?

You love him.

That's why you're covering for him.

Get out of my house.

Did he ask you to falsify the post-mortem report?

[doorbell rings] Now, Danny!

To leave out the one piece of physical evidence that will indicate foul play.

How dare you!

What, you've never done that before?

You've never written a pack of lies at Ryan's request?

You've never pretended that a young girl's death

was a drunken accident when really

she took a drug fuelled nosedive off the top of a tall building!

[laughs] Oh that's an intriguing theory,

beautifully stitched together

from some very loose strands of highly circumstantial evidence.

It's just a shame that's it's provably wrong in one crucial respect.

It wasn't Ryan who asked me not to mention the torn frenulum on the autopsy report.

[frantic banging on door]

[door slides open]

[Danny] Richard!

-What the hell are you doing here? -I could ask you the same thing.

Well, Dr Sowden texted me, asking me to come over.

She feels threatened by you. Frankly, I don't blame her.

Have I threatened you, Jackie?

Well, you've made some pretty outrageous allegations.

Like what?

Er, he suggested Detective Sergeant Oakshot

asked me to leave out some details from my post-mortem report

that could have been interpreted as evidence of foul play.

And you and I both know that that's not true, don't we?

Because it was me.

What?

We spoke at the mortuary this morning.

Jackie told me Christina's lip was torn,

but there were no other indications of foul play.

She was convinced the injury was in keeping with other evidence

pointing towards Christina's rather chaotic lifestyle.

She wanted my advice as to whether she should mention it in her report.

| told her not to.

Why?

Because I'm your friend, Danny, and I knew this would happen!

You knew what would happen? That I would try find out the truth?

That you would become fixated, obsessive about some tiny,

inconsequential detalil

and that a lot of unpleasantness might come to light.

And that people I care about would get hurt!

So, you're an expert on me,

now you're fucking my ex-wife?

I'm sorry, Danny.

We were trying to find a time...

a way to tell you, but you--

You're so unpredictable.

Susannah was worried how you'd react.

It's a crime, Richard!

Suppression of evidence!

Her lip is grounds for reasonable suspicion.

Only for you.

For the rest of us it's a tiny detail

in a much bigger picture of a young woman

with a substance abuse problem who tragically killed herself!

No, no, no, no. You need to order a new post-mortem.

-Bring in the Home Office! -[laughs] God!

That's, that's not gonna happen.

Well, you're Detective Superintendent, they'll listen to you!

Christina's body's been released.

She's being cremated as we speak.

It's what Susannah wants.

It's a fucking conspiracy.

You!

You!

You're all in on it!

[shouts] Listen to yourself!

Danny, it's a suicide!

Look, this has to end now.

You're in deep enough shit as it is.

Don't make it any worse for yourself.

What?

Attempted murder's not serious enough for you?

Attempted murder?

[threatening music]

She doesn't know.

Know what?

Ryan Oakshot's been in an accident, er, car crash.

They've put him in an induced coma.

[Jackie gasps]

Are you, are you alright?

Here.

It seems, er, like you're not the only one that's having an affair, Richard.

[whispers] Ryan didn't kill anybody. [cries] Sorry.

[Richard] Erm, do you want a drink of something?

Er, do you have any brandy or...

It's in the bar [sobbing].

[sniffs]

I'm sure he'll be alright.

[Jackie sobs]

[ominous Mmusic]

You were there.

At Christina's flat.

Is it a compulsion?

Something you do instinctively?

Folding crisp packets.

[Richard] Here.

[sirens in the background]

[dark music]

Aaah...

Ah.

[Richard] Should I ask them to come in?

Erm... maybe ask them to wait. [sniffs]

I'm sure DS Frater would prefer to leave of his own accord.

Sure you'll be okay?

[door opens]

[door closes]

She threatened to expose you.

Didn't she?

For falsifying that girl's post-mortem report.

For saying it was an accident,

when you knew it was death by misadventure.

Christina was getting out.

You knew that Ryan couldn't control her any longer.

But he was too weak,

too sentimental to silence her.

But not you.

You couldn't take the risk,

because of your precious reputation.

That she would come to me.

Did you wait for her outside?

After Ryan had given you the bad news?

Can't have taken much to force your way in.

She was in no fit state to resist, from what I hear.

Easy enough to slip something into her drink.

Some of her own merchandise, maybe.

Something you knew would tranquillise her,

because you've come across its effects before.

After that, it's just a question of getting your timing right I imagine.

Smother her when she's passed out.

Then quickly cut her wrist.

Make sure she bleeds

before stringing her up

to make it look like she'd done it herself.

| bet, if I look in your bathroom cabinet,

I'd find some of those razor blades that Ryan prefers.

But I don't suppose you had to worry about any of it, though

because you were the person

who was gonna be writing the post-mortem report.

[Richard] Everything okay?

Er, yes.

But I think I've changed my mind.

Er, I will speak to your colleagues after all, Detective Superintendent.

Very good. Ready when you are.

[threatening music]

You can't prove it.

[knife swishes]

[Danny grunts] Agh...

Agh...

[Jackie groans]

[sombre music]

[Danny withdraws knife]

[Jackie thumps to the floor]

[soft exhale]

It's over.

It's not over, Dad.

Christina?

Christina?