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How long do you think?

Six months? A year? (inhales)

Maybe longer.

(Jack) Nobody missed her.

Nobody missed them enough.

Is there an obvious wound?

Mummification can disguise the injury.

We got a name?

Paula Jackson was registered as a missing person

by a Leo Jackson.

Was my aunt murdered?

We haven't established cause of death yet.

Had she been dead a long time?

(Natasha) Her boyfriend Roy was a drug dealer.

I blame him.

That's the likely cause of death.

Blunt force trauma leading to a subdural hematoma.

Now it's a murder investigation.

(Jack) I lifted a partial boot print from the scene.

Indictive of a size nine. They'd stepped in wet blood.

So Paula was attacked and then her body was moved?

I think you need to see this.

Our body isn't Paula Jackson.

Where is she?

We don't know.

Hey, Kevin. My superhero.

I'm here, you know.

(Roy) Hey. Who's Whitey?

(Leo) Kevin.

He's my aunt's friend.

All right, Leo.

How do you know my name?

(Gabriel) DNA matches a young woman

with a criminal record for financial crimes.

She's called Casey Lennox.

I'm guessing she stole

Paula Jackson's identity and her money.

Took out a loan for £15,000 and three credit cards.

(Torres) Martin Piler?

There's been a death in one of your flats.

No one checked on her? Her body just laid there.

She didn't stop paying the rent.

Now I know where you live.

(Natasha) He's the past.

You're the future.

If he tries to harm you, I will kill him.

I need to talk to you.

Piss off.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(theme music)

-(girl) Thank you. -You're welcome.

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

Have you guys heard about the dead body?

Yeah, I heard they jumped.

(teenage girl) Is it weird that I kind of wanna see?

(teenagers giggling)

I despair for humanity.

No, you don't, Torres.

Oh, I do.

And please don't tell me what I despair about.

"Humanity"? All of it?

I'd say you're spreading your "despair" a bit thin there.

I despair for this broken, dead man,

and I despair for all these people looking at him

that have no concept of how much pain

this little carnival might represent.

(Jack) You narrowed it down well, there.

-Do we know who he is? -(Torres) We have a name.

Roy Lock.

No fixed address.

He has convictions for Class A drugs,

possession and trafficking.

Fraud. GBH.

Theft by menace.

He's 41 years old and has spent 9 of them in prison.

I can't tell you if he's done a single positive thing

with his time on this earth,

but even he didn't deserve this circus.

I'll ask them to get the tent up.

(camera shutter clicks)

Thanks, Sally. I'm done.

-Roy Lock? -Yeah.

Paula Jackson's ex-boyfriend?

(Torres) What do you think, doc?

Is there such a thing as coincidence,

or is it all design?

You're not really asking.

No.

(Jack) Did he fall or was he pushed?

-Have you checked his pockets? -Yeah.

(Torres) Were there car keys?

Divide into teams of two, go door-to-door.

We need to speak to anyone who saw anything or heard anything,

however trivial they might think it is.

(officers) Yes, boss.

-Car keys. -Thank you.

-(car doors close) -(car engine starts)

Let's go in, Mum.

(officer 1) Excuse me?

Can I have a word?

Sorry.

Didn't see nothing. Can't help.

(doorknob rattles)

(door closes)

(car locks click)

Jack, I've found the car.

I was walking to the flat and I saw Roy.

He was standing there like...

Like he was waiting for me.

Then he started talking to me.

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

Well, what shit? What shit did he talk?

He's the one that scares you.

He's not going to scare you anymore.

Mum.

He was never gonna hurt you.

It's never gonna happen.

(inhales)

Did you and him, ever...

What?

What did he say to you?

-Nothing. -It's just nonsense.

(Leo exhales)

(scissors clatter)

(car door clicks)

And what would he do if he got a flat tyre?

(Jack) Torres?

How much pain and suffering do you think that represents?

(exhales)

Are you feeling okay?

Yeah. Um, just can't seem to warm up.

I'll be fine.

You ready?

Yes. Ready.

Solved it?

(Torres) Knocked on every door. No one will talk to the police.

I didn't expect they would.

No one round here trusts the police.

No one wants to be involved.

No one wants to be called a snitch.

Funny, that.

Don't look now but our friend's back.

The guy you couldn't catch?

Steady.

You think he's stalking us?

I think it might just be you.

Why is he here?

He heard the ice cream van?

(Torres) Seriously?

I think we should find out.

-Are you going to make me run? -Is that what you call it?

How far away is he?

About a hundred feet.

Just past the police car.

-(Torres) On three? -(Jack) Okay.

Do you want to count or shall I?

(Jack) We're actually talking about this?

(Torres) Trying to be nice.

(Jack) You count.

You like feeling in charge.

(car door slams)

-One, two... -(grunts)

(Jack) What?

-Were you winding me up? -He was there!

-'Course he was. -He was.

What?

-Couldn't wait for "three"? -No.

When the body was found, his head was facing towards the building

and his legs were facing away.

Tell me what you can see.

Start with the head.

(Velvy) Crushed on impact.

There's a lot of blood in the hair at the back of the head.

A skull fracture.

(Nikki) Mm-hm.

(Velvy) And the neck is broken.

Yeah.

All consistent with the fall, I'd say.

Can you tell me anything about what took place before the fall?

Um, there's a lot of impact injuries.

A protruding humerus.

Before the fall.

(Velvy) There are no obvious defence wounds.

Hm?

What's that?

I'm not sure.

A grey, flaky substance.

Here.

Cara?

Phone records for Paula's mobile.

I'd like you to break them into three categories for me.

One, frequency called. Two, last calls received.

Three, last calls made.

(Barbara) Got it.

Thank you!

As well as the cervical spine fracture,

there's a comminuted fracture of the occipital bone.

All the injuries are consistent with him landing on his back.

How we found him.

So was it accidental or intentional?

Can we tell?

-Um... -No, we can't.

Do we need more information?

-Yes, we do. -What?

Toxicology.

Toxicology reports will tell us

if there were any drugs or alcohol in his system.

Mental health?

Hard to opine unless there are obvious indicators of self-harm.

But the Coroner would consider mental health history?

Yes, and narrative reports from doctors, family,

friends, and colleagues.

Look at this.

Some kind of linear bruising is appearing.

It's a fresh bruise.

No colour change from pigment breakdown.

Did he land on something?

(camera shutter clicks)

Nothing linear near the body.

(camera shutter clicking)

Ah.

That's a handrail.

(Jack) Had to be the third floor, didn't it?

(Nikki) Too many steps for the cage fighter?

(Jack) That's funny.

(sighs) Okay.

You going to check for fingerprints?

You're telling me how to do this?

Just thought you'd want to be as thorough as you always are.

Do you think that looking for fingerprints on a handrail

might be a bit of a fool's errand?

-Why? -Handrails tend to attract hands.

And hands have fingers.

There will be lots and lots of fingerprints.

We can collect fingerprints and DNA from all the residents

and then work through the rest.

-And if there are hundreds? -You're here.

Shouldn't you just do it?

(blows air)

(metals scraping)

(Nikki) What are you thinking?

(Jack inhales)

If he climbed on the rail, he might have left a partial shoe print.

-(Nikki) Did he? -Not that I've found so far.

He might have just climbed over and jumped.

Height of the rail?

Excuse me.

(tape measure clacks)

(Jack) Twelve fifty.

-Twelve fifty. -Same height.

If Roy was pushed hard or slammed against it,

it could have caused that linear pattern of bruising.

There may be DNA from his assailant on his clothing.

How good am I?

I'm not worthy.

(Jack) This button was on the walkway

above where Roy's body was found.

(door opens, closes)

(Velvy sighs)

(Barbara) Are you looking for fingerprints?

I'm looking for trace DNA.

Skin cells get left when someone makes contact with a surface.

We can get a DNA profile from a tiny amount of material.

(Gabriel) You might want to check the underside of the collar.

It's a relatively untouched area

-unless you're in a struggle. -(Jack) Good shout.

This highlights the blood on the jacket.

Hmm.

Superficial mark. Not blood.

(Gabriel) Transfer from the perpetrator?

(Jack) Possibly.

-You okay? -Yes, I'm just...

No.

I'm good.

(Velvy sighs)

Yes, I'm fine.

No.

(sighs)

The deceased, Roy Lock, had a historic relationship

with Paula Jackson.

And he fell from the walkway outside of Natasha Jackson's flat.

The sister of the dead woman.

That's a flashing red light.

For now, we should presume the three deaths, Jackson,

Casey Lennox and Roy Lock, are connected

unless proven otherwise.

There was some sort of struggle on the walkway.

Linear bruising on Roy Lock's back, torn clothing.

It still could have been accidental.

It could have been.

Does "accidental" pass the smell test though?

I've tried to lift DNA from Roy's clothing.

We've got Natasha's DNA on record.

We need to collect it from everyone on that level.

Did we find Roy's phone?

Not on his body.

(Torres) Can we search his car again?

Do we know how Casey Lennox and Paula Jackson knew each other?

Yeah. They were both in Bronzefield prison together.

Guess what Casey was in for?

Identity theft?

In one.

She's had a long record including drug possession

and prostitution.

We're sure Paula's dead?

The amount of blood loss suggests she is.

I've put a call out for unidentified bodies

in case there's a match.

We're sure Casey's dead?

That's not in doubt.

So who put the cash through her landlord's door every month,

when she's been dead for a year?

(doorbell rings)

Hello, Mr. Piler.

Good to see you again.

So what'd you want now?

We were wondering what day the rent was due

at the York Road flat Casey Lennox and Paula Jackson lived in?

Um...

Third of the month.

Is that it?

Video doorbell.

We'd like to have the video files for the last six months.

I wouldn't know how to do that.

Don't worry, I would.

I can show you if you want.

(Gabriel) I hate these video doorbells.

They make every delivery driver look like Jack the Ripper.

"Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind."

(scoffs gently)

-Hm. -(keyboard clacks)

-Third of the month. -It's not...

(Jack) It is.

(keyboard clacks)

Can you grab me a screenshot?

(Nikki) We're collecting DNA from all residents of the building

so we can eliminate them from our enquiries.

You have my DNA already.

I do. Yes.

So I just need to take Leo's.

With your permission.

-Why? -Well, I've explained.

(scoffs) I don't think that's a good idea.

Does it stay on some sort of database?

No, it's voluntary, so for elimination purposes only.

-Is that a bad thing? -Oh...

They keep it on some sort of computer

so the government can track you.

No one uses DNA to "track" people.

So why do they keep it on record then?

Natasha, the police know there is history

between Paula and Roy... and you.

You have my DNA.

It's simply for elimination purposes.

No one trusts the police.

I didn't do anything wrong.

He hasn't done anything wrong,

so why does he have to give his DNA?

(Nikki) He doesn't have to now.

But later, if questioned under caution, he may have to.

A young black boy like my Leo...

You know how they look at him.

He's guilty for just even breathing.

Now I can't be sure they won't just use his DNA

and use it to hurt him.

Who are "they"?

(Leo) Mum.

I didn't do anything wrong!

It'll be okay.

Let's do this.

(shaky inhale)

(Velvy) Gabriel?

-(door closes) -(Gabriel) Yes?

Sorry, um, have you got a moment?

What can I do for you?

Well, I just wanted to ask...

-It's a bit difficult, really. -What is it?

How can I apply for an advance

of my wages?

It's just that...

I have a cash flow problem.

Velvy, whilst I sympathise,

this isn't something I can help you with.

Of course.

I'm sorry.

Asking for an advance is rarely a good idea.

Next month you'll be short, the month after that, even shorter.

It's best to keep things simple.

Perhaps you could ask a friend or a relative for a small loan?

Yes, you're right. I'll do that.

Thank you.

(door opens)

(Jack) Paula's phone records?

-(Barbara) Yep. -Good work.

Thank you.

(foreboding music)

A phone without the phone.

Pull records from the provider?

(phone buzzing)

-Torres. -(officer 2) Boss. We're back.

What did the Coroner say?

(officer 2) I'm emailing all of the details now.

Okay. Thanks.

(door opens)

(Nikki) Um...

(Torres) Coroner's called.

We've located an unidentified body, found last year.

It's a possible match for Paula Jackson.

Can they send a DNA report?

(Torres) They say they took DNA at the time

but there's a problem with the sample.

(Jack) Of course there is.

The body's been in a freezer for the past year.

(Nikki) A year?

(Torres) They're sending her here tomorrow.

Anonymous and invisible.

No one deserves that.

Paula Jackson's phone records from May last year.

She either called or received a call

from one particular number 27 times.

-Who from? -I don't know.

I've also got the number she called three times

the last night she used the phone.

Could be relevant.

We'll "reverse search" the numbers

and see if we can get some names.

This is a SIM card we found in Roy Lock's car.

Check the number. See if Paula called him.

(Barbara) Will do.

A sample of the substance Roy had under his fingernails.

Mm-hm.

-(Nikki) Sample from the handrail? -(Jack) Yeah.

-(Nikki) Match? -(Jack) Visual match. Yeah.

I'll run chemical analysis to confirm.

I think he tried to grab the rail,

to save himself from falling.

(Jack) I created this

from logging the points of impact on Roy's body.

It shows the trajectory of the fall,

and how far he was from the building.

He went backwards, but he didn't fall like a dead weight.

He landed away from the balcony,

so he must have gone over with some force.

He had this linear mark on his back.

Could be he was pushed into, and then over the rail.

He was murdered.

That's what we think.

Rivka...

(exhales)

Do you think it's Paula?

There are superficial similarities.

Female, mixed race, single-incised wound.

Found on Southend Beach.

(Nikki) Apparently.

(Jack) This is the registered address

for the last number Paula called.

(Torres) Kevin Barker?

She called him three times in quick succession.

Hm.

Fan club?

I need all the help I can get.

Yes?

(Barbara) I think I have found something important.

(Jack) Mm-hm.

(Barbara) Over the past three months.

Paula's phone records show

she called Roy Lock.

Paula's calls were often frequently followed

by a return call from an unknown number.

-Lock calling back? -It could be.

Roy Lock was a drug dealer and a pimp,

-yeah? -Yeah.

Chances are Paula was either "using", or "working",

-or both... -Mm.

Kevin Barker?

Let's go.

Really good work, Cara.

(doorbell rings)

Come in.

Are you "Kevin Barker"?

-Do you think I'm Kevin Barker? -Yeah.

Good, I do too.

We have something in common.

It's hard to find something in common with people,

so it is good to try, it helps to break the ice.

Sit down.

I'm in the middle of preparing Mum's medicine.

It's almost time for her medicine.

She has to have it on time. Every day.

At the same time. On time.

Can we ask you questions while you prepare the medicine?

(bottle thumping)

(glass clinking)

I can answer now. I'm just stirring.

Do you know Paula Jackson?

Yeah. She was my friend.

I liked her a lot.

She was my special friend.

Why was she special?

Because she liked me, too. That's why.

I'll bet you have special friends you do special things with.

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

(Kevin) I do too.

So you know what I mean.

Do you know what I mean?

Yes.

See, that's good. Another thing we have in common.

I think we broke the ice now.

-Do you? -I think so too.

I have to take Mum's medicine. I'll be right back.

Make yourselves at home.

Okay, what do we do with this?

We'll ask some questions.

You get his shoe size. We go.

How are we going to get DNA?

That's your job.

(door opens)

I need to sit with my Mum.

Can we just ask you a couple of questions?

Yes.

The last call that your friend, Paula Jackson, made was to you

on the 18th of May last year.

Okay.

Why did she call you?

(sighs) I don't remember.

-Why not? -(Kevin) I don't know why not.

Do you remember who called you on the 18th of May last year?

Me, no.

More things in common.

Do you work, Kevin?

I fix things and I look after Mum.

What kind of things do you fix?

I can fix cars.

If you've got a dent or if you've got a scratch,

I can fix that.

We saw you at Paula's flat. Why were you there?

Because she is my friend.

Why did you run away?

I was scared.

You're not scared now though, are you?

No. I'm home.

Do you know someone called "Martin Piler"?

Yes. I have to pay money to him every month on the 3rd.

It doesn't matter what day.

Always the 3rd.

Sometimes the 3rd is on a Friday.

Sometimes it's on a Tuesday.

-It changes. -Why?

I don't know why exactly.

But I think some months are longer than other months

but I don't know why that is.

Why do you pay him?

Paula asked me to.

She didn't have time to do it herself.

I said I'd help her because she is my special friend.

-Where's Paula? -I don't know.

Do you know?

-(woman) Kevin? -Mum needs me.

Oh, hey, I like your boots.

Thank you. They are just boots.

Do you know what size those are?

-We need to go, Jack. -Hm?

We need to go now.

-We've gotta go, Kevin. -Okay.

(Kevin) I hope you will come back again sometime.

We will.

Good. I would like that.

Kevin?

Yes?

Why did Paula like you?

I'm a superhero guy.

-What happened there? -(blows air)

I don't know who or what I'm dealing with.

I want to make sure

his answers to my questions will be admissible in court...

(line rings)

-Torres. -Nikki.

The DNA results for Leo came back.

We found something.

I know what you found.

Leo isn't your biological son.

He's my son.

He shares less than 50% of the biological components of your DNA.

Oh, he is my son.

A mother is someone who looks after you, and...

inspires you, takes care of you.

Puts you on a path.

Giving birth is just one step on a long road.

A long winding road.

Was Paula Leo's biological mother?

Why her?

Why was she allowed?

I couldn't have kids of my own.

I couldn't let her hurt him. She would have hurt him.

(echoing baby's laughing)

(Natasha) She was weak, she was lost.

He was the most beautiful baby.

(Paula) Get out.

(baby coos)

Get out.

(Natasha) I took Leo.

Paula said she didn't care.

For years, she didn't, but as time went on, that changed.

She loved him. I could see she loved him.

Does Leo know?

No. I did all the hard work,

the first day at school, and teenage angst, the homework.

Paula got to play the fun auntie

who just swanned in whenever she felt like it

and made me up to be the bad guy.

But I, at the very least, earned the right to be called Mum.

How did Paula feel about that?

I loved my sister, but she was selfish.

Our relationship only went one way.

And then, when she finally did turn up,

I felt she was going to tell him. I...

I thought I was going to lose Leo.

But no. You know what she wanted?

I need money...

(Natasha) I didn't have it to give her.

She said she needed £15,000.

How could she get into so much debt?

You have to go, Paula.

He will kill me.

Don't let him kill me.

Save me.

(Torres) Who did she think would kill her?

Her ex. Roy Lock.

You can't believe anything she said.

She wanted pity.

She'd make threats.

(Paula) I gave you my baby.

(Natasha) You have to go, Paula.

I'm gonna tell Leo.

I'm gonna tell him

and I'm gonna take him from you.

(Natasha) Get out.

She was weak. Life made her weak.

Roy made her ugly. Addiction made her selfish.

She just took from people, she used people, used me.

Does Leo know who his father is?

I don't know who he is.

How would he know?

Roy Lock is Leo's father.

I thought it was him.

But I just wished it wasn't.

You'd do anything for your son, wouldn't you?

Anything.

Was Roy coming to see his son?

Did you kill him?

No.

Maybe you didn't mean to.

Maybe it was an accident.

Maybe you pushed him.

No.

Did you kill your sister?

No.

No. I didn't kill her...

I loved her.

I just... I didn't save her.

Can we believe anything you've said?

Do you really think she could have murdered Roy?

I don't know.

I think she's capable of it.

Every mother is.

(Gabriel) Have you seen Velvy?

We need to get on with the Jane Doe postmortem.

Nope.

Cara?

Have you seen Velvy?

(keypad beeping, phone chiming)

(Nikki) Jane Doe is an adult female.

About the right age.

Thank you.

The height is consistent

with what we've been told Paula's height was.

She has a nulliparous cervix and no pfannenstiel scar.

Whoever this is, she never gave birth.

This isn't Paula Jackson.

I'll inform Torres.

(knocking on door)

Hey.

(thuds)

(knocking on door)

What are you doing here?

Yeah

(in sign language)

No, don't.

I'm fine.

I have blankets. See?

(in sign language)

I have

two homes to maintain.

A family to provide for.

There is no more money.

Couldn't we help him with bare essentials?

Food and warmth.

You think we should get involved in his private life?

I don't know, Nikki.

(Gabriel) Will he accept our help?

What about a council flat?

(Jack) Single man? He'll never get one.

Can we organise university accommodation?

The accommodation is for students.

You don't think we should try to help?

He must have family.

(in sign language)

(Jack) Superficial mark on Roy's jacket.

I found more.

I can see fibreglass.

I think it is a fibreglass-based autobody filler.

"I can fix cars.

If you have a dent or a scratch, I can fix that."

The underlining metal from the rust

and the composite paint mixture on Roy's jacket

hasn't been used in car manufacturing in years.

(Torres) We looked at Kevin's bank account.

He stopped claiming carer's allowance

towards the end of last year.

What are the reasons carer's allowance is normally stopped?

If you're not caring for someone anymore.

Three reasons. They get better, they move into a care home,

they die.

He's definitely caring for someone.

Said he gave them medication while we waited.

(Torres) He's buying medicine privately.

What kind of medicine?

A drug called Trylizon.

It's a leukotriene biosynthesis inhibitor.

Used to treat asthma.

Paula's asthmatic.

Are you suggesting she survived?

Do we have a body?

No man should walk out on his wife and children.

You cannot call yourself a father.

You are an embarrassment.

You are a sheigetz.

(car door thuds)

(doorbell rings)

Step aside, Kevin.

We have a magistrate's warrant to search your premises.

No, don't.

She's sleeping. Don't go in there!

Hey, stop! (grunts)

(exhales)

-You can't be here. -(grunts)

(Kevin) It's okay, Mum. Don't worry. It's okay.

Nothing's going to harm you. They're going now.

-Don't worry. You're all right. -(breathes in, out)

Okay. Calm now.

It's okay. It's okay.

(Torres) Well, that went well.

Glad I listened to you.

(Jack) Ah, it was plausible.

It's not plausible. It's desperate.

I looked desperate. It's not a good look.

Mm.

These size nine shoes?

You upset Mum.

-Sorry. -Did you think I was hurting her?

You're buying Trylizon?

Is that how you say it?

I call it "triathlon".

The doctor said it would be good for Mum.

It was too expensive for the NHS.

They said I had to buy it. So I did.

I bought it. At the chemist.

You stopped your carer's allowance?

-Yes. -Why?

The person at the chemist helped me.

She was nice. I liked her.

I think she liked me.

She said we would be better off if I took other benefits

because I work.

I fix things.

If you have a dent or a scratch on your car,

I can fix it.

Where did you learn to fix cars? College?

Dad showed me.

You scared Mum.

I need to sit with her.

I need to look after her. I look after people.

I'm a "superhero guy". That's what people call me.

We're sorry.

Sorry, Kevin.

Three million people in England have size nine shoes.

Let's just arrest them all.

We're gonna need more than that.

(Jack snickers)

(car engine starts)

(knocking)

What?

His dad showed him how to fix cars.

Your point?

-Nothing. -(taps)

-Jack? -Yeah?

You were right. I found it.

His father had a body shop.

Barker Bodyshop and Automotive.

It's in an industrial estate and I've got the address.

(loud scratching)

(metals rattle)

(Kevin) Can I help you?

Hi, Kevin.

Hi.

Do you remember me?

Yes.

(Jack) Is this your father's garage?

He's dead.

You work here?

Yes.

I've got a scratch on my car.

You said you could fix it?

Yes. I can. Show me the scratch.

Yeah. I can fix that.

Reverse her in.

(foreboding music)

(doors slam)

Kevin?

Kevin!

(metals clang)

Kevin?

Kevin!

(suspenseful music)

-(car engine starting) -(line rings)

(car engine revving)

Torres.

-(tyres screech) -(doors slam)

Come on, come on, come on.

(car engines revving)

Shit.

Shit.

(tyres screech)

(car engine humming)

(suspenseful music)

(police siren blaring)

(reverse beeper chiming)

Don't do it.

(tyres screech)

Shit!

(police sirens blaring)

(tyres screech)

(loud thud)

Are you all right, Kevin? Are you, all right?

(car door opens)

(panting)

(Jack) Paula? Paula Jackson?

Kevin didn't do nothing bad. He was protecting me.

I look after people.

(Paula) I'm sorry, Kevin.

Casey and me, we was working for Roy.

Kevin was... someone who I spent time with.

A client.

Casey stole my identity.

Stole my money.

I had to borrow money from Roy.

I confronted her.

(Paula) Casey!

-What? -You stole my money!

How could you do this to me?

(indistinct yelling)

(Paula) Give it back!

(women grunting)

(yelling)

What's wrong with you?

(both yelling)

-(lamp crashes) -(Paula grunts)

(Paula) She tried to kill me.

(Paula grunts)

(Paula) He saved my life.

(Casey grunts)

He's the only one that protected me.

Roy said he would kill me.

He would have. He would have killed me.

I didn't want him to know where I was.

Kevin protected me.

He's my superhero guy.

You're angry because I didn't fix your car?

No. No, I'm not angry with you.

Did you kill Roy?

I pushed him. He fell.

He was a bad man.

He hurt Paula. He laughed at me.

He said he could fly.

(Roy) You're a "superhero"?

And I can fly.

He couldn't fly.

(thuds)

(Torres) Paula wouldn't be alive without him.

(Jack) In some way, he was a superhero.

Mum!

You open it.

(yelps)

I am proud of you, Leo!

Me and your mum, we both are.

(snickers)

(knocking on door)

I'm looking for the mother of Casey Lennox?

Yes, that's me.

Our postmortem samples of DNA yielded a match

with the unidentified female.

We gave her her name back.

What Rivka said.

She was right.

I have to live with it.

(door thuds)

Are you sure?

Yeah. I collect strays.

There's a spare room.

Stay for a bit till you get yourself sorted, all right?

(door opens)

(hopeful music)

(closing theme music)