[ "Silencium" by John Harle plays ]
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-Girl: Thank you. -You're welcome.
-Hello. -[ Indistinct chatter ]
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-[ Indistinct chatter ] -[ Laughter ]
Girl #2: Have you guys heard about the dead body?
Girl #3: Yeah, I heard they jumped.
Girl #2: Is it weird that I kind of wanna see?
[ Indistinct chattering ]
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DI Torres: I despair for humanity.
-Hodgson: No, you don't, Torres. -Er, 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.
DI Torres: 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.
Hodgson: You narrowed it down well, yeah.
-Do we know who he is? -DI 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 nine 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 clicking ]
Thanks, Ali. I'm done.
-Roy Lock? -Yeah.
Paula Jackson's ex-boyfriend?
DI Torres: What do you think, Doc?
Is there such a thing as coincidence,
or is it all design?
You're not really asking.
No.
Hodgson: Did he fall or was he pushed?
-Have you checked his pockets? -Yeah.
Were there car keys?
Divide in to 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. -Police: Yes, boss.
-Car keys. -Thank you.
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[ Siren wailing in distance ]
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[ Van doors closing in distance ]
-[ Van engine starts ] -Leo: Let's go in, mum.
Officer: Excuse me? Can I have a word?
Sorry. Didn't see nothing. Can't help.
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[ Keys jingling ]
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[ Door closes ]
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[ Key fob clicking ]
[ Car doors unlocking ]
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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 gonna scare you anymore.
Mum. He was never gonna hurt you.
It's never gonna happen.
Did you and him...
ever...
What? What did he say to you?
Nothing. It's just nonsense.
[ Exhales deeply ]
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[ Scissors clatter ]
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And what would he do if he got a flat tyre?
Hodgson: Torres.
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How much pain and suffering do you think that represents?
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[ Sighs ]
Are you feeling okay?
Yeah.
Erm... Just can't seem to warm up.
I'll be fine.
You ready?
Yes. Ready.
Solved it?
DI 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?
-DI Torres: Seriously? -I think we should find out.
-You gonna make me run? -Is that what you call it?
-DI Torres: How far away is he? -Mm. About 100 feet.
-Just past the police car. -DI Torres: On three?
-Hodgson: Okay. -DO you wanna count or shall I?
Hodgson: We're actually talking about this?
DI Torres: Trying to be nice.
You count. You like feeling in charge.
-[ Trunk closes ] -One, two...
-What? -DI Torres: Were you winding me up?
-Hodgson: He was there. -DI Torres: 'Course he was.
He was. What?
Couldn't wait for "three"?
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[ Camera shutter clicking ]
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.
Schur: Crushed on impact.
There's a lot of blood in the hair at the back of the head.
A skull fracture.
Dr. Alexander: Mm-hmm.
And, er, 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?
Erm, there's a lot of impact injuries.
A protruding humerus.
Before the fall.
Schur: There are no obvious defence wounds.
Mm.
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.
Got it.
Thank you!
As well as the cervical spine fracture,
there's a comminuted fracture of the occipital bone.
[ Sniffles ]
All the injuries are consistent with him landing on his back.
How we found him.
So was it accidental or intentional?
-Can we tell? -Erm...
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, er, Coroner would consider mental health history?
Yes, and narrative reports from doctors, family,
friends, and colleagues
Look at this.
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Some kind of linear bruising is appearing.
It's a fresh bruise.
No colour change from pigment breakdown.
Did he land on something?
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[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Nothing linear near the body.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Ah.
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There's a handrail.
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Hodgson: Had to be the third floor, didn't it?
Dr. Alexander: Too many steps for the cage fighter.
Hodgson: That's funny.
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[ Exhales deeply ] 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 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 work through the rest.
-And if there are hundreds? -You're here.
Shouldn't you just do it?
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[ Blows ]
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Dr. Alexander: What are you thinking?
If he climbed on the rail, he might have left a partial shoe print.
-Did he? -Not that I've found so far.
But he just climbed over and jumped.
-Height of the rail? -Excuse me.
12-50.
[ Tape measure retracts ]
-12-50. -Dr. Alexander: Same height.
If Roy was pushed hard, slammed against it,
it could have caused that linear pattern of bruising.
There might be DNA from his assailant on his clothing.
-How good am I? -I'm not worthy.
This button was on the walkway
above where Roy's body was found.
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Sighs ]
Are you looking for fingerprints?
Looking for trace DNA.
Skin cells get left when someone makes contact with a surface.
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We can get a DNA profile from a tiny amount of material.
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[ Test tube clatters ]
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[ Plastic bag rumples ]
Folukoya: You might want to check the underside
of the collar.
It's a relatively untouched area,
unless in a struggle.
Hodgson: Good shout.
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This highlights the blood on the jacket.
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Hmm. Superficial mark.
It's not blood.
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[ Light switch clicks ]
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Folukoya: Transfer from the perpetrator?
Hodgson: Possibly.
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You okay?
Yeah, erm, I-I just...
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No. I'm good.
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Schur: [ Inhales deeply ]
[ Exhales deeply ]
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.
DI 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?
Dr. Alexander: The amount of blood loss suggests she is.
DI Torres: 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?
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[ Doorbell rings ]
-Hello, Mr. Piler. -Good to see you again.
Yeah, 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?
Erm... [ Exhales ]
3rd 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?
Oh, I hate these video doorbells.
They make every delivery driver look like Jack the Ripper.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
[ Chuckles lightly ]
-Hmm. -[ Mouse clicks ]
-3rd of the month. -It's not.
Hodgson: It is.
[ Mouse clicks ]
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Can you grab me a screenshot?
Dr. Alexander: 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.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Does it stay on, erm, some sort of database?
No, it's voluntary, so for elimination purposes only.
-Is that a bad thing? -[ Scoffs ]
They keep it on some sort of computer
so that 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's 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 -- He hasn't done anything wrong,
so why does he have to give his DNA?
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"?
Mum.
I didn't do anything wrong.
It'll be okay.
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Let's do this.
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-Schur: Gabriel? -[ Door closes ]
-Folukoya: Yes? -Schur: Sorry, erm...
-have you got a moment? -Yeah. What can I do for you?
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, er, 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 ]
[ Keyboard keys clack ] [ Mouse clicks ]
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Hodgson: Paula's phone records?
-Yep. -Hodgson: Good work.
Thank you.
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[ Car door closes ] [ Engine starts ]
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A phone without the phone.
Pull records from the provider?
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
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-Torres. -Man: Boss, heard back.
What did the Coroner say?
I'm e-mailing over the details now.
Okay. Thanks.
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[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
DI 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?
DI Torres: They say they took DNA at the time,
but there's a problem with the sample.
Hodgson: Of course there is.
The body's been in a freezer for the past year.
Dr. Alexander: A year?
DI 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 a 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 her phone.
Could be relevant.
We'll reverse search the numbers,
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.
Will do.
[ Footsteps depart ]
A sample of the substance Roy had under his fingernails.
Mm-hmm.
Dr. Alexander: Sample from the handrail?
Hodgson: Yeah.
-Dr. Alexander: Match? -Hodgson: Visual match. Yeah.
I'll run chemical analysis to confirm.
I think he tried to grab the rail
to save himself from falling.
Hodgson: 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, er, he landed away from the balcony.
So, he must have gone over with some force.
Dr. Alexander: 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.
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Rivka...
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[ Sighs ]
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Hmm. Do you think it's Paula?
There are superficial similarities --
female, mixed race, single incised wound.
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Found on Southend Beach.
Dr. Alexander: Apparently.
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Hodgson: This is the registered address
for the last number Paula called.
Kevin Barker?
She called him three times in quick succession.
Hmm. Fan club?
Hodgson: I need all the help I can get.
Yes?
I think I've found something important.
Hodgson: Mm-hmm.
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.
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Really good work, Cara.
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[ Doorbell rings ]
Come in.
DI Torres: 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 things 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?
[ Spoon clinking ]
[ Clinking continues ]
I can answer now. I'm just stirring.
Do you know Paula Jackson?
Yes. She was my friend.
I like 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.
I do, too. So you know what I mean.
-Do you know what I mean? -Yes.
You see? That's good. Another thing we have in common.
I think we broke the ice now. Do you?
I think so, too.
-[ Clock beeps ] -I have to take Mum's medicine.
I'll be right back. Make yourselves at home.
-Okay. What do we do with this? -[ Door closes in distance ]
We'll ask some questions. You get his shoe size. We go.
How are we going to get DNA?
-That's your job. -[ Door closes in distance ]
I need to sit with my mum.
Can we just ask you a couple of questions?
Yes.
The last call your friend, Paula Jackson,
made was to you on the 18th of May last year.
Okay.
Why did she call you?
[ Exhales ] 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.
We have more things in common.
Do you work, Kevin?
I fix things, 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 of the 3rd.
It doesn't matter what day. Always the 3rd.
Sometimes the 3rd is on a Friday.
Sometimes it's 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
'cause she didn't have time to do it herself.
I said I'd help her because she's 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. -Hmm?
We need to go now.
-We've gotta go, Kevin. -Okay.
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?
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.
[ Door unlocks ]
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[ Mouse clicks ]
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[ Line trilling ]
-Torres. -DI 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.
Well, he's 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.
Is Paula Leo's biological mother?
Natasha: [ Sighs ]
[ Quietly ] Why her?
Why was she allowed?
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I couldn't have kids of my own.
I couldn't let her hurt him.
She would have hurt him.
[ Child laughing ]
Natasha: She was weak, she was lost.
He was the most beautiful baby.
Paula: Get out.
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[ Baby babbling ]
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Get out.
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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? -Natasha: No.
I did all the hard work, the first day of school,
the teenage angst, the homework.
Paula got to play the fun auntie
who just swanned in whenever she felt like it
and made me out 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.
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Save me.
DI Torres: Who did she think would kill her?
Her ex. Roy Lock.
You couldn'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. She used me.
Does Leo know who his father is?
I don't know who he is, so...
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.
I didn't kill her.
I loved her.
I just... I didn't save her.
Can we believe anything you've said?
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Do you really think she could have murdered Roy?
I don't know. I think she's capable of it.
Every mother is.
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Folukoya: Have you seen Velvy?
We need to get on with the Jane Doe post-mortem.
No.
Cara.
Have you seen Velvy?
[ Cellphone clicks ]
[ Cellphone chimes ]
Dr. Alexander: Jane Doe is an adult female.
-About the right age. -[ Door opens ]
Folukoya: Thank you.
##
Height is consistent with what we've been told
Paula's height was.
[ Tape measure retracts ]
##
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.
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[ Knocking on door ]
[ Cellphone clicking ]
[ Cellphone chimes ]
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Yeah. Why?
[ Door closes ]
No, don't.
I'm fine.
I have blankets.
See?
I have two homes to maintain.
A family to provide for.
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[ Sighs ] There's no more money.
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Couldn't we help him with bare essentials?
Food and warmth?
Think we should get involved in his private life?
I don't know, Nikki.
Folukoya: Will he accept our help?
Dr. Alexander: What about a council flat?
Hodgson: Single man. He'll never get one.
Can we organise university accommodation?
The accommodation is for students.
Well, you don't think we should try to help?
He must have family.
[ Door opens ]
Hodgson: Superficial mark on Roy's jacket.
I've found more.
I can see fibreglass.
I think it's a fibreglass-based auto body 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.
DI 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.
DI Torres: He's buying medicine privately.
-Hodgson: 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?
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[ Envelope clatters ]
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No man should walk out on his wife and children.
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You cannot call yourself a father.
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You are an embarrassment.
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You are a sheigetz.
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[ Car doors close ]
[ Doorbell rings ]
DI Torres: Step aside, Kevin, we have a magistrates warrant
to search your premises.
Kevin: No! Don't! She's sleeping!
-Don't go in there! -Officer #2: Hey! Stop!
[ Grunts ]
You can't be in here. It's okay, Mum.
Don't worry. It's okay. Nothing's going to hurt you.
They're going now.
Don't worry. Okay, calm down.
It's okay. You're okay.
DI Torres: Well, that went well.
-Glad I listened to you. -Hodgson: Ah, it was plausible.
DI Torres: It's not plausible. It's desperate.
I looked desperate. It's not a good look.
Hmm.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
He's a size 9 shoes.
-[ Door closes in distance ] -Kevin: 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
'cause I work.
I fix things.
If you have a dent or a scratch on your car,
I can fix it.
Where'd 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 9 shoes.
Let's just arrest them all.
We're gonna need more than that.
-[ Sighs frustratingly ] -[ Car engines start ]
What?
Hodgson: His dad showed him how to fix cars.
Your point?
Nothing.
[ Footsteps approaching ]
-Jack? -Yeah?
You were right. I found it.
His father had a body shop.
Barker Bodyshop & Automotive.
It's in an industrial estate, and I've got the address.
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[ Keys jingling ]
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[ Metal scratching ]
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[ Objects clatter ]
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Kevin: Can I help you?
Hodgson: Hi, Kevin.
Hi.
Hodgson: Do you, er, remember me?
Kevin: Yes.
Hodgson: Is this your father's garage?
Kevin: 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.
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[ Engine shuts off ]
Hodgson: Kevin?
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[ Door rattling ]
Kevin?
##
-[ Object clatters ] -Kevin?
Kevin?
##
[ Car doors close in distance ]
##
-[ Car engine starts ] -[ Line trilling ]
[ Engine revving ]
Torres?
[ Tires screech ]
##
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.
Come on.
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Come on. Come on. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't.
##
Shit.
##
[ Tires screeching ]
##
[ Siren wailing ]
##
[ Truck reverse alarm beeping ]
Don't do it.
[ Tires screeching ] [ Beeping continues ]
Shit.
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[ Sirens wailing ]
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[ Indistinct police radio chatter ]
Are you alright, Kevin?
Are you alright?
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Paula? Paula Jackson?
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Kevin didn't do nothing bad. He was protecting me.
-I look after people. -Officer #3: Come with me.
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.
-Casey! -Casey: What?
I want my money! You keep doing this to me!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Just give it! Give it back!
Casey: Get off of me! [ Shrieks ]
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-Stop it! -Paula: I trusted you!
-[ Shouting ] -Casey: You're acting crazy!
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Paula: She tried to kill me.
[ Groans ]
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He saved my life.
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Casey: [ Groans ]
He's the only one who protected me.
Roy said he would kill me.
He would of. He would have killed me.
I didn't want him to know where I was.
Kevin protected me.
He's my super hero guy.
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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.
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He said he could fly.
Roy: You're a superhero?
And I can fly.
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He couldn't fly.
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DI Torres: Paula wouldn't be alive without him.
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Hodgson: In his own way, he was a superhero.
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Mum. You open it.
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[ Paper tearing ]
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Natasha: [ Screams excitedly ]
I'm so proud of you, Leo.
Me and your mum, we both are.
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[ Knock on door ]
I'm looking for the mother of Casey Lennox?
Yes, that's me.
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Our post mortem samples of DNA
yielded a match with the unidentified female.
We gave her her name back.
What Rifka said...
...she was right.
I have to live with it.
[ Trunk closes ]
Are you sure?
Yeah. I collect strays. There's a spare room.
Stay for a bit till you get yourself sorted, alright?
[ Door opens in distance ]
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[ Light switch clicks ]
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[ "Silencium" by John Harle plays ]
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