[ Sirens wailing in distance ]
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[ Dog barking in distance ]
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# Costestes e spiritu #
# Silencium #
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The devil shows up, pretending to be your friend,
-that's the problem. -Yep.
All this social media bollocks?
It's the devil. I'm telling you. It's evil.
-Yep. -Toxic.
Connected? We're not connected.
"Influenced." Which tells you everything.
Little worms burrowing in our ears,
every minute of everyday... "influencing."
Don't want to be influenced.
You know how I feel about influencers!
-We've got history with that! -Yep.
We're more distant now than ever
but somehow people are seduced into thinking they are,
I don't know, intimate...
People can't talk to each other anymore.
We're "remote." Glued to devices.
Phones. Computers.
Victims of the "Tech Bros" promising an easier life
while picking our pockets and stealing our souls...
I'm serious.
I think they are taking our souls.
We'll wake up one day in a world without soul.
No souls left.
I don't want the Tech Bros taking my soul.
-I get that. -"I get that." That's it?
I'm spilling out my heart here and that's all you can say?
"I get that?" It's six a.m. I'm tired.
-I need sleep. -Everybody needs sleep.
Nikki: And we'll still have Marvin Gaye...
-What? -Soul.
Funny.
And I wouldn't exactly say you were "spilling out your heart."
I was.
Please tell me that's not the contents of your heart.
Okay. Maybe not, but it worries me.
Yep. I get that.
-Thanks. -Thank you.
[ Police radio chatter, indistinct conversations ]
It's not going to be pretty.
Is it ever pretty?
-Hey Nikki! -Nikki: Sarah.
And if it isn't my favourite Northern Irish bloke...
-How many do you know? -You're it.
-How are you Torres? -Still pacing the earth
in my search for justice.
Good to see you, Jack.
Jack: You and me, we're like distant cousins
who only meet at funerals...
takes a dead person to get the family back together.
And look at that. We got one.
Jack: Yeah.
But not one with a family that gave a toss.
Do we know who it is?
Not yet. We got an anonymous call a few hours ago.
A would-be burglar, who got more than he bargained for.
Guy's gonna need counselling.
-How long do you think...? -Six months...
-a year... maybe longer. -Nobody missed them...?
Nobody missed them enough. I'll start around the body.
Torres: The flat seems undisturbed,
nothing to suggest any kind of struggle.
-Broken door. -Yeah.
That's where the burglar made his entrance.
The Housing Association says the flat is rented to Martin Piler.
All the utilities are in his name.
Jack: [ Whistles ]
[ Exhales slowly ]
Piler's got post!
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Sighs ]
Piler dies and no one notices?
Was he on a social care register?
-Was he on benefits? Pension? -All on my list to check.
Housing association doesn't wonder
why the rent's not being paid?
Utility companies don't cut him off?
They're all busy working from home...
None of his neighbours noticed?
He just fell into a black hole of nothingness?
Does anyone care if "Martin Piler" even existed?
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[ Camera shutter clicking ]
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-Jack: Alright? -Mm-hmm.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
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Nikki, someone was in pain.
15 and a half million people say they are in chronic pain.
34% of the population.
-Why do you know that? -Doctors deal with pain.
That's what they do.
Yeah, but your "patients" aren't really
"feeling it" anymore, are they?
-No prescription label... -Maybe there's just no label.
Pharmacists are obliged to label every box...
"Paula Jackson." Who's Paula Jackson?
The body looks like it could be an adult female.
-Not "Martin Piler" then...? -Apparently not.
Eight credit cards.
-Eight? -Jack: Yeah.
Do you not have eight credit cards?
'Course I do.
Along with my six cars and three houses...
When do we think Paula died?
We're never going to be exact based
on an in situ examination of the body.
[ Camera shutters clicking ]
The use by date on the milk is 15th May last year.
-Nearly a year ago. -Possible.
-Jack: Gives us a window. -Old people die in their sleep.
I think I'd like to die in my sleep.
How old do you think she was?
I don't know. I'll use a CT scan,
I can try to estimate age from a 3D reconstruction
and anthropological measurements.
Going to put a UV light on the room...
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Whoa.
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Jackson bloody Pollock.
Insects feed on the body
and spread minute fluid samples all around the room.
Insect staining.
It's a natural decomposition process.
I've never seen it like this before.
Jack: It's indicative of how long she's been here.
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Maybe she didn't die in her sleep.
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[ Indistinct conversations ]
-Thanks so much. -Thank you.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Torres: Do you know who lived here?
Did you have any contact with your neighbour?
Man: I never saw her. You know how it is.
We are busy, working, looking after our kids.
Man #2: I'm really sorry, we didn't really know her.
Woman: We keep ourselves to ourselves.
Wouldn't want to pry into someone else's business.
Torres: We're investigating a serious incident.
Did anything unusual happen on the estate last year?
Last summer there was a terrible smell coming from that flat.
We told the housing association about it.
But they wouldn't do a thing.
Torres: Another tenant mentioned a smell about a year ago.
Do you have any memory of that?
Man: I remember about May or June.
We had flies, hundreds of them.
It was disgusting.
I was changing my light in summer last year
and a whole load of maggots came through the ceiling.
I complained to the council but no one came.
Woman: I can't believe it.
There's been a woman in there, dead, all this time.
Torres: I need to ask you about the person who lived next door.
Have you ever heard of someone called Paula Jackson.
Paula Jackson?
How about the name Martin Piler? Ring any bells?
No.
When was the last time you saw your neighbour?
Can you tell me what she looked like?
-Was she old? Was she young? -I don't know.
I wouldn't know what she looked like.
There were always different people.
Torres: Did you have any contact with your neighbour?
Did you ever have a conversation with her?
Man: Not that I can remember. I never saw her.
Torres: She lived on your floor.
You must have passed on the stairs?
Seen her go into her flat?
Anything you can tell us might be important.
Man: I'm really sorry.
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Thanks.
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Thanks.
I'll get DNA from the blood on the rug
to compare to the body.
I think we'll struggle to get a decent sample
of DNA from the body.
If we can get pulp from a molar tooth
we should be able to get mitochondrial DNA...
Okay.
"Blood on the rug"? Why did they bleed out?
Is there an obvious wound.
-No. -No?
Mummification can disguise the injury.
-Yeah. Okay. We've got a name? -"Paula Jackson."
Gabriel: And what do we know about her?
Very little. I'll get started.
There she is!
First day of work placement!
You ready to get started?
-I've been waiting. -Who's this?
This is Barbara. My access to work interpreter.
Hi Barbara. Great. Shall we get you set up?
Right. Let's get to it.
Torres: Hey Gabriel. Lovely to see you.
-Sarah. -Well, not "lovely"
in the traditional sense.
But anyway. You know what I mean.
In a non-traditional way...?
Yeah. Thanks for making that
more awkward than it needed to be.
Can I borrow Nikki to swab some DNA?
Whose DNA?
Paula Jackson was registered as a missing person
in June of last year.
By a "Leo Jackson."
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# It's alright #
# Ooh, ooh #
# Ooh, oh #
# Ooh, ooh #
# It's alright #
# Ooh, ooh #
-# Ooh, oh # -[ Chuckles ]
So now she's busting out the dance moves!
Yeah, baby, you should see my twerking.
Mum! You're so sus'.
-[ Knock on door ] -Get that door.
If that's Mrs. Bower complaining about the noise,
tell her to clear up after that cat!
-Torres: Morning. -Morning.
-I see you're working hard. -Always.
Sorry to disturb you. Detective Inspector Torres.
-What do you want? -I'm looking for Leo Jackson.
What for? Why do you want to talk to him?
We can use your DNA to try to formally identify your sister.
Right.
-Can't we see her? -Nikki: I wouldn't.
She wouldn't look like the person you remember.
Has she been dead a long time?
-How did she die? -Nikki: We don't know.
Drugs?
I'll be able to answer more of your questions
after the post-mortem.
-You are Natasha Jackson? -Natasha: Yeah.
Nikki: Older or younger sister?
Older.
How old would your sister be now?
Thirty-seven.
I'm just going to swab the inside of your cheek.
Okay?
One more.
Thank you. All done.
Any medical information that you can give us would really help.
She had asthma. She took some medication for it,
but it didn't seem to bother her...
Didn't stop her from smoking...
Nikki: And when was the last time you heard from Paula?
About a year ago? Long time now. She was always disappearing.
You weren't worried about her?
We...lost touch.
I didn't even know where she was living.
So there are no NHS dental records to cross reference.
The body is in an advanced state of decomposition.
No obvious external injuries on the visible surfaces.
Breast implants present, they seem intact.
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[ Camera shutter clicks ]
I'll take some hair for some long term toxicology.
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Please can you make sure you label the scalp end.
Mm-hmm.
Right. Let's see if we can get a tooth.
Hm?
Our best chance of getting a decent DNA sample.
For the Coroner. Definitive identification.
-DNA register? -Or family.
A family is something very different on paper,
to what it is in reality.
We can distance ourselves from our families...
but we can't sever the genetic links.
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We didn't recover any mobiles from the flat.
-Can you give me her number? -I don't have it.
Photo would be helpful.
I don't have one.
I've got one. On my phone.
Great.
We're painting my room so I'm studying in here.
-What are you studying? -A levels.
English, History, Maths and Computer Science.
Four! Brain box.
I'm not sure what I want to do yet.
-Options. -Yeah.
I want to do something...
I don't know...
good.
"Consequential."
That's what my history teacher, Mr. Grossel,
says I am capable of... something "consequential."
I'm just not sure what it is yet.
That's her, my Aunt.
"Paula."
-Torres: Can you send it to me? -Leo: Yeah.
Of course.
Your mum said Paula used to disappear a lot.
All the time.
Was that ordinary behaviour from her?
Yeah.
So why did you report it this time?
What was different?
She'd go missing from Mum, maybe.
But she always stayed in touch with me.
We were more like mates.
-But not this time. -No messages.
No nothing.
Deep down...
...I knew she was dead.
Why would someone like you want to be police?
Because I believe in giving someone like you a future.
And I have two sons.
And I want them to be consequential too.
Did she take illegal substances?
-Yeah. -Do you know which ones?
She was a crack whore.
It's what she was. She probably took all of them...
I don't know.
Her boyfriend "Roy" was a drug dealer...
She'd get clean, go back on, get clean, go back on.
She's had a dozen "second chances."
I couldn't trust her.
My own sister, and I couldn't trust her.
I blame him.
-Where is "Roy" now? -Natasha: I don't know.
He went in prison for a while...
a pimp and a drug dealer...
I don't know what happened to him.
-Scum of the earth. -Anything else?
Anything that could help us identify her?
Did she have children?
She wasn't capable of being a mother.
[ Indistinct conversation in distance ]
Thank you.
Thank you for speaking with us.
In case you think of anything.
And in case you need to reach me.
Was my aunt murdered?
We haven't established cause of death yet.
The internal organs have pretty much decomposed.
There is residual lung tissue on the inner aspect
of the chest wall.
Histology.
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Moving back to the face now.
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What's that?
Cosmetic surgery bilateral and symmetrical.
With viscous filler still present.
Velvy: I understand the need for plastic surgery,
but cosmetic surgery?
Why? What do they hope to create?
What image?
We struggle to see ourselves for who we are...
Can I take a look at the CT scan please Velvy?
Mm-hmm.
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Jack: We can check for DNA from the swabs taken at the crime scene.
This is the insect staining I explained to you.
We have to prep these samples.
-Okay. -Yeah. I knew that one.
Okay. Copy what I do.
Hm.
Again.
There are several areas on the CT scan of the skull
that look equivocal.
They could be fractures or could just be imaging artefacts.
Mm, it's not very clear.
Gabriel: I need to strip the tissue from the bones without damaging them.
I'll call the coroner. We're doing an enzyme bath.
I've never seen that before.
They're not done very often.
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-Silicone doesn't decay. -So Gas Chromatography.
In theory, we should be able to match it to the source
The silicone and the prosthetics are largely manufactured abroad.
There's a chance we can match the liquid silicone
to the right batch if we can get another sample to compare it to.
Nikki, take a look at this.
Samples from the remnants of Paula's lung tissue.
There's silicone in the blood vessels.
And in her system,
travelling around her body when she was alive.
The surgery could have killed her.
I've never seen a case of silicone embolism before.
Have you?
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Hm. In the December before she died,
Paula took out a loan for fifteen thousand pounds,
and three credit cards, on the same day!
Maxed them out within hours. She paid three grand to
"Nu-Sculpt" medical aesthetics clinic.
Three grand to be a "new you"?
-Yeah. -Bargain.
She took out five additional credit cards
the following month.
She missed all the payments,
got herself blacklisted
and couldn't pass a credit check for a place to live.
I can see all the credit searches right here.
What happened to the fifteen thousand pounds?
Jack: Vanished without a trace.
Found it! Cause of death -- silicone embolism.
Gabriel: First add the biological washing powder.
Now the water. We change the water frequently
to Replenish the proteolytic enzymes present
in the washing powder.
Right.
Gabriel: The enzyme solution cleans the skeleton of any soft tissue.
Then we examine the bones in greater detail.
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Locks.
-What temperature? -Thirty seven degrees.
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Now we wait.
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[ Sighs ]
Young Natasha: 1,2,3,4,5.
Paula you've got to hide.
8,9,10. I'm coming to get you
Young Paula: You won't see me! I'm invisible!
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[ Spoon scraping ]
[ Sighs ]
Barbara: Ooh.
Cosmetic surgery gone wrong.
Why do people put themselves through it?
It's just not worth the risk.
Hm.
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Mrs. Frank: Thank you for coming so early.
No problem Mrs. Frank. See you Thursday.
Yeah, see you Thursday.
Hi. Tasha Jackson.
I just got a text. I don't know a Mr. Scrubs...
-Man: He's a new client. -Oh, I see.
A two hour tidy.
-Man: Yes. -Yeah okay.
[ Sighs ]
This shows the silicone in the blood vessels.
Paula had undergone a recent cosmetic procedure
in which fat, harvested from her body,
is injected into the area of the gluteus...
-a "Gluteoplasty"... -A 'Brazilian butt lift.'
Some practitioners, use silicone illegally.
Because it's cheaper and quicker.
You can clearly see the silicone deposits in this area.
It's a particularly dangerous procedure.
It's easy to hit a major artery there,
if you don't know what you're doing.
-Can it be fatal? -It can, yes.
Four years ago, another young woman, Kate Black,
died a few weeks after having the same procedure.
The recorded death was 'silicone embolism.'
The silicone got into her circulation
and travelled round the body.
Causing blockages and blood clots,
which are potentially fatal in the brain and lungs.
-Was the clinic investigated? -Yes.
But Kate Black had an undiagnosed heart issue.
So, it couldn't be proven definitively
If she died from the existing heart condition,
or from the silicone embolism.
The silicone in Paula's body has an identical chemical profile.
And, now Paula's dead as well.
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Hello? LDN Diamond Cleaning?
Hello?
Mr. Scrubs?
You can call me "Wormwood." You pleased to see me?
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Leave me alone, Roy.
-Don't talk to me. -She owes me money.
-Piss off. -You gonna pay me?
You're gonna pay one way or another.
I want to see him.
I have a right!
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[ Engine starts ]
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You ever think about a little... [ Whistles ]
My husband seems to like me how I am,
so who am I to blow against the wind?
You could probably do with some work around the eyes though.
Maybe some filler. Plump up those thin lips of yours.
Or you should just let nature take its course...
-Probably best go with nature. -Meryem Parlak?
I'm Detective Inspector Torres, this is Jack Hodgson.
I'm so sorry to have kept you.
We wanted to ask you about a patient of yours,
"Paula Jackson"?
I'm afraid I can't speak about specific patients.
Confidentiality. You understand.
It would've been over a year ago now?
We believe you may have performed
buttock enhancement surgery on her.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
What about Kate Black? Do you remember her?
-Nothing was proven. -So I hear.
It must have been a very difficult time
for you professionally.
Not something you'd be keen to experience again.
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[ Breathing shakily ]
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Now I know where you live.
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[ Knock on door ]
[ Breathing shakily ]
Mum?
Sorry. Forgot my keys.
Aced my Maths today.
I've got so much love for that from Mr. Ambler.
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Mum?
You okay?
Bad day at work.
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Are you a "doctor" Ms. Parlak?
-In Turkey. Yes. -Not here?
"Here" I am a medical technician.
I am able to perform some cosmetic procedures.
You do "Brazilian Butt Lifts"?
Ms. Parlak: We don't call it that.
But yes. We can do Gluteoplasty here.
-Are you interested? -Hm.
"Paula Jackson" was found deceased, a few days ago.
What's that got to do with "Nu- Sculpt"?
We need a sample of the silicone you use
for your butt lift procedure.
Gluteoplasty. We don't use silicone for that procedure.
But you do use silicone?
It's pretty standard in cosmetic work.
Yeah. Could we have a sample please?
Then we can eliminate you from our enquiries.
What enquiries?
Into Paula Jackson's death.
I could get a warrant if you prefer?
Your call.
All my clients sign a consent form.
They're aware of the risks.
Thank you.
-What's this, Spanish? -It's not illegal.
Glad to hear it. I'll be in touch.
How about you?
[ Chuckles ]
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Paula Jackson was convicted and sent to prison
for drug offenses.
Her DNA will be on the register.
Hmm. Blood results on the rug are back.
-[ Telephone rings ] -Is it a match?
Yep. We need to speak to Torres.
Okay. I'll be right there. [ Telephone beeps ]
Body's ready.
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DNA from the blood on the rug
is a familial match to Natasha Jackson.
It's Paula Jackson's blood.
Gabriel: A high impact fracture.
-Accidental? -Unlikely.
There's a depression wound just here.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
That's the likely cause of death.
Blunt force trauma leading to a subdural hematoma...
and death.
Now it's a murder investigation.
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-Hey, Kevin. -Hi Leo.
My superhero.
-You alright? -Yeah. Alright. You?
Yeah I'm fine.
If you need anything. You know...
I'm here... to help... you know, with anything.
-I'm good. Thanks Kev. -I'm here...
you know...
I know. Thanks, Kev.
Be careful, okay?
Backatcha!
-Hey. -Hey.
You got a regular game you run in?
-I'm looking for one. -Leo: No.
Guys just show up at the park and join in.
Cool.
Who's whitey?
Kevin.
He's my aunt's friend.
He likes to think he's looking after me.
-White saviour? -Yeah, it's whatever.
He's always been real with me, though.
Anyway I gotta go.
Alright, Leo.
How do you know my name?
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I've documented and processed all the insect staining
from the bedroom, at the crime scene.
It appears to be normal.
Depositing matter from the decomposing body.
Clustered in any area of warmth and light.
We are running DNA from the swabs in the case
the tooth yields no results.
There must have been hundreds of insects, no one noticed?
Toxicology confirms that Paula Jackson
was taking corticosteroids in the months before her death.
-It was in her hair. -She had asthma?
Could have been for her asthma.
Seems a severe course of action...
I agree and her sister said it was being controlled
successfully with normal medication.
If she was living with the results of silicone
in her lungs, she well may have been started on corticosteroids.
She would have had all sorts of health problems.
There's an old fracture in the left leg.
Pins. An internal fixation screwed into the femur.
Road accident?
No road traffic accidents on Paula's NHS records.
No internal fixations at all.
-Happened abroad? -Possible.
I guess.
The depressed skull fracture.
The break is one point six centimetres long.
Would she have bled out from that?
-Perhaps. -No. Crime scene doesn't fit.
Blood was on the floor not on the bed.
-No blood in her hair. -How big were her feet?
Around a five, I would say. Possibly a six.
Mm-hmm. I lifted a partial footprint from the scene,
indicative of a size nine,
that stepped in wet blood.
Someone else was there the night Paula died?
Apparently.
So Paula was attacked, and then her body was moved?
Gabriel: Who moved it?
Her assailant was wearing the size nine boots...?
Speculation but it fits the evidence.
-Gabriel? Have you got a minute? -I'll be with you in a second.
-We're almost done. -I think you need to see this.
I'll take a look in a moment.
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DNA results from the tooth we extracted...
Mm-hmm.
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Our body isn't "Paula Jackson."
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Kevin is still out there. Hangin'.
Is he okay?
We know him and everything but with people...
he scares them.
Mum everything's gonna be fine.
Don't worry.
Leo... that man you were talking to...
-The guy who stopped me? -What did he say?
He was just talking shit...
I mean he wanted to play basketball or something.
Seemed like he knew me.
I mean he knew my name.
Stay away from him.
Okay. Why? Who is he?
He's the devil.
He's evil.
He got your Auntie hooked.
Stole her money. Destroyed her.
-Okay. -Stay away from him.
If he offers you anything, don't take it. Don't speak to him.
-Okay. I get it. -I won't let him come for you.
He's the past. You're the future.
He tries to harm you I'll kill him.
[ Leo exhales slowly ]
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Gabriel: DNA matches a young woman with a criminal record
for petty crimes, financial crimes, fraud.
Spent a year in prison. She's called Casey Lennox.
So, where's "Paula"? Is she still alive?
It would be extremely hard
to survive the arterial bleed she had.
Velvy: I checked with all the A&E departments,
urgent care centres.
No injury of this kind was reported,
for anyone matching Paula's description.
During our possible time period.
Was Casey Lennox murdered?
Were Paula and Casey Lennox known to each other?
-Yeah, what's the connection? -Jack: We don't know.
But, we do know -- there must have been three people
in the flat that night.
The woman in the bed, Paula...
And whoever took Paula's body from the flat.
Where you going, Torres?
To work. You coming?
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[ Sighs ]
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-Hi. -Hi.
Didn't think I'd be back, did you?
I didn't know what to think.
Do you do before and after photos for all your patients?
Of course.
Can I look at the before and after photos of Paula Jackson?
I know. Confidentiality. GDPR. All that bollocks.
It would be a lot easier than asking a court
and it would show "good will."
Which would be smart for you at this particular moment.
I could be shut down.
Oh, I think you're going to be shut down anyway.
It's whether you go to prison.
See. Told you she liked ya
I'm guessing "Casey Lennox." You?
Eight credit cards, fifteen thousand quid and a butt lift...
I'm guessing she stole Paula Jackson's identity
-and her money. -Yep.
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-Here. -Thanks.
Casey's medical records say that she had a car accident
about seven years ago.
The pinned fracture?
She struggled with body dysmorphia.
Mental illness. She'd been in chronic pain.
Lung problems. All caused by the silicone.
-Corticosteroids. -According to this,
Casey's GP wrote a letter for her, last April.
She was gathering evidence to take her surgeon to court.
Wow.
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Jack: Martin Piler? How'd you find him?
His car is registered here.
And he has universal credit housing allowance
for thirty-two properties
from all over the country paid to a bank account
with this address.
Count the laws that have been broken.
The flat where we found Casey Lennox's body
-isn't on that list. -How was he paid?
We'll find out. Martin Piler is about
to discover a whole new world of pain...
Let's see if he has size nine boots.
-Can I help? -Martin Piler?
-Yeah. -I'm Detective Inspector Torres.
There has been a death in one of your flats.
Paula Jackson? I don't know a Paula Jackson.
Casey Lennox?
I don't remember meeting her but...
Yeah. Yeah, that name... yeah.
York Road. Yeah.
She's dead. This is a murder enquiry.
-When? -About a year ago.
Just found her body.
No one checked on her. Her body just laid there...
I didn't hear from her. That's not unusual.
Just out of interest,
why didn't you check up on her
when she stopped paying the rent?
Well, she didn't stop paying the rent.
-Direct debit? -No. Cash.
Envelope through the letterbox.
Cash. Useful for tax.
[ Doorbell rings door opens ]
Woman: Martin Piler?
We're here from DWP fraud investigation.
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Jack: Torres? How many bedside tables you got?
Torres: Erm...
Like most couples we have two.
-Jack: How many lamps? -We are a symmetrical household.
-Jack: Does that mean "two"? -Yes.
Couldn't you just say two?
Thought we were having fun.
You think the missing lamp is the murder weapon?
I think the missing lamp is missing
and that begs a question.
-Torres: Who cleaned up. -Jack: Yeah.
Size 9 boots?
Sorry, Sir. You can't be in here.
[ Grunts ]
[ Panting ]
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Jack: [ Sighs ]
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[ Panting ]
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Tell me.
Why did you feel the need to chase him?
I see God gave you muscles but no speed.
-I'm wearing a paper suit. -Everybody's got an excuse.
Yeah.
[ Sighs ]
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Torres: You think the missing lamp is the murder weapon?
Get off of me! [ Grunts ]
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Jack: DNA from the blood on the rug's a familial match
to Natasha Jackson.
It's Paula Jackson's blood.
Nikki: It would be extremely hard
to survive the arterial bleed she had.
[ Grunts ]
[ Lamp pieces clattering ]
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Jack: There were three people in the flat that night.
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Nikki: It's the likely cause of death.
Blunt force trauma leading to subdural hematoma
-[ Grunts ] -Nikki: And death.
I think the base of the missing lamp
could be the murder weapon.
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[ Knock on door ]
I called them.
You need to talk to them.
Natasha: I hadn't seen him for years.
This happens to Paula, and then suddenly he arrives.
-"Roy"? -He said she owes him money.
I did this to her. I forced her back to him.
She said she wanted to meet up, and I thought she'd changed...
but she hadn't... she was desperate for money.
-It's not my fault... -Natasha: [ Sighs ]
-How much do you owe? -Fifteen thousand.
Natasha: Get out, Paula. Get out...
I'm begging you. I'm begging.
It must have been for drugs...
Said she owed people and it wasn't her fault...
same as always.
She wanted to get a flat, she asked me for help.
But I'd done enough... I'd done enough.
We think she was a victim of identity theft.
Or coercion.
The body we found isn't Paula.
Where is she?
We don't know.
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Jack: Even a partial footprint can tell us a lot.
Look. With the AI we can get a clear image of the footprint.
I took this at the crime scene.
Might shed light on the third person.
Codes the footwear mark based on features
and searches the national footwear reference database.
And that is what it looks like.
[ Sighs ]
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Roy: Alright Leo.
Get away from here.
I need to talk to you.
Piss off.
Cara? Ride home?
Oh, yes, please.
-[ Cellphone vibrates ] -Torres? Long time -- no speak.
Torres: Jack. I need you and Nikki
to get to Bridgehall Estate as soon as possible.
I'll meet you there.
Bridgehall Estate.
Nikki: That's where Natasha Jackson lives.
[ Siren wailing, indistinct conversations ]
Jack: Why is it whenever you see an ambulance,
a crowd gathers?
Nikki: Curiosity is human nature.
Hey.
Let's hope someone saw what happened.
[ Indistinct conversations continue ]
[ Wailing continues ]
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[ Police radio chatter ]
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# Testator silens #
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# Costestes e spiritu #
# Silencium #