Oscar Harris, Number 10 Special Advisor.
You come highly recommended by Sam Ryan.
Do you know her? From her UN days.
Sam's bringing you in to control the Reynolds enquiry.
Tell me you're not covering
for Tom because of your guilt. Tell me that.
I wall things off. Always have.
But you won't let me in. Even now.
SAM: Come to my apartment Saturday night
at nine o'clock. On your knees! Get down!
LAUGHTER AND CHATTER
You had to laugh!
BELL RINGS
There's the bell. Shall we?
Got our torches? Er, yeah.
I'm going as slow as...
CRACKLING
Hey!
What are you doing?
# Testator silens
# Costestes e spiritu
# Silencium
# Testator silens. #
Thanks.
Locals found the body.
Spotted the flames coming back from the pub
and investigated. Shame they also
danced a West End musical all over the place.
Well, they said they saw someone run away, so...
..we'll need photos and casts of all shoe prints. Yeah?
Jack. Jill! Morning.
Hello again. DI Raymond,
DS Quinn, this is Simone Tyler.
Hi. Always tricky
saying "good to see you" in these situations.
I'm assuming fire damage has destroyed most of our evidence?
But hopefully not all.
He's a male?
Clothing and body shape suggest so, yeah.
Do we know how he was killed?
IF he was killed.
So far all we know is he was burned.
Always good to be accurate. But if we're agreed he's dead,
anything look like it caused that?
Er, I won't be able to confirm anything
until I get him back to the Lyell.
PHONE RINGING
Any ID? Wallet, anything?
Well, I found a bit of paper in his front pocket.
But it's totally burned.
Jack Hodgson.
You'll stay here? All right, guv.
My dad? What's happened?
Um...yeah. Can you stay with him for now
and give me a call if anything changes?
Yeah, thanks. OK, bye. Bye-bye.
Everything OK? Who was that?
Er, lady called Margaret.
She's calling from a hospital in Belfast. She's with my dad.
Why? What's happened? He's collapsed.
Yeah, he flew out there a couple of days ago,
to Belfast, so...
You need to go over?
I don't know.
What about all this?
I'll deal with it.
Jack, seriously, go.
Simone's here. We'll be OK.
You sure? Yeah, of course.
OK. Fine.
See you soon.
DOOR LOCKS
I thought you might be angry.
That the reaction you usually get
when you ask someone to visit, then shop them to the police?
To be fair, most people I ask over aren't wanted men
accused of shooting my husband.
I'm sorry.
Vigil were tracking you.
If I didn't help them, I'd have implicated myself.
Whereas now, I'm free to operate.
I remember being free.
Tom.
I want to help.
I can help, now.
You want to help prove I'm innocent?
Yes.
OK.
Then there's someone you should speak to.
A journalist. God. Another one?
His name...
..is Oliver Meehan.
The body is that of a male, unidentified as yet,
found in woodland at the site of a witnessed fire,
likely caused by petrol or similar accelerant.
There is charring and burning
to what remains of his clothing.
Burns covering almost all exposed skin.
Some rigidity,
consistent with heat stiffening in the muscles.
But no marked tendon contraction or joint flexion
into a pugilistic attitude,
which might be expected from a more prolonged fire.
There appears to be some separation of the fingernails.
I can't absolutely exclude fire damage,
but nail separation can take some weeks after death.
Any areas of skin undamaged by fire
reveal marbling and discolouration.
Signs of decomposition.
INDISTINCT TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT
Margaret? Jack?
You look like him.
He's slept since we got back.
OK.
Look, no offence, but why is he here?
Do you mean who am I?
Conor and I knew each other way back.
And I used to be a nurse, so... Mmm.
Why would a nurse let a sick man discharge himself?
Not everyone wants to end their days in hospital.
What? He's... He's old, son.
And with his heart condition deteriorating...
Condition?
You didn't know.
Judging by damage to the skin and clothing,
the fire was fairly intense.
But also fairly brief,
given the lack of internal thermal injury,
probably because the accelerant ran out.
There's some muscle damage
and shrinkage to the internal organs,
but not as much as a more prolonged fire would cause.
And the internal organs show signs of decomposition.
Lovely.
So I'd say he'd been dead for some time before the fire.
Cause of death?
I've taken toxicology samples for safety.
But I say it was likely the head injury.
A temporal bone fracture on the right side.
The fire wasn't hot enough to cause heat fractures,
and the clot doesn't have the appearance
of a heat haematoma.
The fracture went right across the middle meningeal artery,
hence the blood clot and then death.
So someone hit him?
The position of the fracture makes that likely, yes.
A blunt object, no distinctive markings.
And there was mud embedded in the wound.
And we still need to work out who he was.
So?
So, I retrieved DNA from deep muscle tissue.
We can fast-track it to the National DNA Database
and the Mispers database.
Any mileage in running his face through Vigil?
Considering the burn damage, I think even Vigil
has its limits.
What about a timeline? Decomposition suggests
he's been dead some weeks, yes?
And not just dead. He'd already been buried.
So, in the soil above the body I found two types of grass -
meadow foxtail and false oat-grass.
But the roots had previously been disturbed.
They look stressed.
Someone dug the grave,
and a little while later, disturbed it all over again.
Hang on. They buried him,
waited, dug him up again, then burnt him?
Why would anyone do that?
Killer got worried? Wanted to destroy evidence?
Yeah, speculation's fun,
but do we know how long ago he actually died?
Lucilia sericata. Greenbottles.
The ones in the grave just out of their pupal cases
had underdeveloped wings.
Meaning? Meaning,
judging from the soil and air temperatures,
plus their normal growth cycle,
I'd say they likely populated the body four weeks ago.
We can't be sure that happened immediately post-mortem.
But it does give minimum time since death.
And how about where he was killed?
I still have to analyse the soil and the seeds
I found on his shoes, but they weren't from those woods,
so there is a chance that we can find a match elsewhere.
If we can't match his DNA, can we use his dental records?
Yes. He has some recent dental implants
which aren't available on the NHS, so must be private.
Well, there are a lot of private dental practices.
OK, fine.
But if anything else comes to mind, you know where we are.
NIKKI: Morning.
You really don't need to call us about work stuff.
I don't want Simone breaking my kit.
Simone?
Mm? It's Jack.
Hi, Jack.
OK. Camera set up?
BOTH: Yep.
Paper treated with ammonia?
Yeah.
Do you reckon it'll work?
Let's see, shall we? Spectral analysis of the paper
should reveal any writing. So I just put it under here?
Yep. Then focus it.
So...adjust the settings
till you flood the paper with infrared light.
Ooh! Wow!
Yeah? You got something? Readable?
Yeah, it's a phone number and an email address.
Nice work.
Lean in there. I want to see how impressed you both look.
Your job's easy, isn't it?
THEY LAUGH
Thanks.
Sure thing.
Let me know where it leads. I will.
Now back to your dad?
Yeah, he's a heart condition. Brugada Syndrome, it's called.
Do you know it? Yeah.
I'm sorry. How's he taken it?
Look, I'd better go.
Nikki?
Yeah, me too. Speak later.
Bye-bye.
Voila.
DiscLife Renewables.
Can we "meet the team"? Mm.
Jeremy Curran. Planning Consultant.
Our body?
Or someone who met him.
I'll call Raymond. OK.
You should've told me, Da.
HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY
Maybe you get too used to secrets.
What secrets?
Take it easy. Take it easy there.
HE GRUNTS
All right?
All right, all right.
Before I took you to England...
..there were pressures on your ma and me.
I thought that she'd follow.
But...I had to go.
Do you understand?
I had to protect you.
Protect me? What are... What are you talking about?
Now...this thing is getting worse.
And I just wanted you
to have a chance...
..to speak to her,
before I... Dad, Dad, Dad.
You're not making any sense. Mum's not alive.
She may be.
She never joined us, Jack.
Eventually, it was easier you thought she was gone.
That's why you came over here.
To find her.
But I... I can't now.
Jack...
Shh.
Margaret! Please. Margaret! Please!
OK. OK, OK. Let him lie back. You have to. Let him lie back.
You're all right, Conor. You're all right.
He should be in a hospital. He needs proper medical attention.
Fine, I'll organise something for tomorrow.
But meanwhile all he needs is rest.
HE GASPS FOR BREATH
You're all right, love.
You're OK.
Yeah... Yeah. Good thanks.
We've found a private dental practice near the company offices.
and they've confirmed treating Jeremy Curran.
So it's likely Jeremy is our deceased.
Well, they're sending over X-rays
and dental charts to make sure. Oh, and his family address.
Thanks, Rob. Sorry to keep you.
Caroline Bergqvist?
I'm DI Raymond. This is Dr Alexander.
Hi.
Er, Rob said you were asking about Jeremy?
Yes, that's right. I'm afraid he's not here.
We haven't heard from him in... Well, weeks.
Why not?
He sent a message. Some sort of family crisis?
Said he needed to take some time.
That's not unusual?
Well...these things happen.
I mean, there's never a good time to go a man down,
but construction on our latest solar farm is nearly complete.
So...
Well, we're going to need to search his office.
And could Dr Alexander take fingerprints and a DNA sample?
DNA?
From me?
It's purely voluntary.
For elimination purposes.
No, but I don't understand.
What exactly's happened?
I'm afraid we've found a body. And we believe it to be Jeremy.
Oh, my God.
Er...
Y-Yes, of course, then.
PHONE RINGING
I'm sorry.
Um, will you excuse me?
It's linseed.
Hello to you too.
From the shoes.
And the soil
is moisture-retentive...
..sandy loam silt.
Tons of organic matter in it.
So what's happening with you?
We've got an office to search
and possibly a home address for Jeremy.
OK. Would you like me to step in for Jack?
No, I'll be OK.
I've even lugged his bag over here with me.
Yeah - I think he adds rocks to that thing, you know,
just for the, er, gains.
I'll speak to you later.
Mm-hm-hm-hm. Bye.
Phew.
No tea for us? Absolutely not.
Well, it's not exactly a hive of community-mindedness,
but the neighbours say they haven't seen Jeremy for several weeks.
Use-by date on this milk agrees.
Went off three weeks ago. Any sign of a struggle?
No. Or any blood.
OK. We're getting access to phone records
so we can do a cell-site analysis.
I'm on bank cards too, guv. And we'll check ANPR hits
for his car. What about next of kin?
Parents are dead, sister in America.
We're trying to reach her. You'll get us full results?
Soon as we can.
I called the agency.
They're sending a nurse. And an IV drip
for pain medication. Thanks.
He wants me to find Mum.
Yes. That's why contacted me.
I couldn't help. You're not friends with her?
She was my best friend.
But we lost touch.
Years ago.
Losing her family was difficult for her.
Hm. She's the one never made contact.
What did Conor tell you about that?
He said something about protecting us.
Do you know what he meant by that?
Look...I took Conor in for old times' sake.
But if you want to hear Eleanor's side,
you need to speak to Eleanor. How?
Crossways Inn?
Where your dad collapsed.
Why'd he go there?
Eleanor used to visit there years back.
It was a kind of meeting place for people from both sides.
We can definitely confirm ID, then?
Yes. DNA samples from Jeremy's flat match our corpse,
as do your dental charts and X-rays.
Good. There's more.
We found a second toothbrush at the flat,
with different DNA on it, which we could also match...
To his boss, Caroline Bergqvist?
Yes. She came into
the station an hour ago. Confessed to having
a sexual relationship with Jeremy.
Why didn't she tell us straight off?
Well, she's his boss, older. She says no-one knew.
OK. Well, fingerprints, then.
Most of the we found were Jeremy's.
Also some from Caroline, which makes sense now.
And then there were these,
from a whisky bottle that I dusted. And we got a hit on them.
An Iain Jarrett.
On the database due to a driving offence.
Any connection to Jeremy?
Er, none that we know of.
But we do have an address.
And look where it is.
Burial site's here.
Iain Jarrett lives on a farm here.
Could be the source of the soil and seeds on Jeremy's shoes.
Better pay Iain Jarrett a visit, then.
WOMAN: DiscLife Renewables? There was someone visited.
Months ago now. Jim...someone?
Jeremy Curran? Sounds right. We weren't interested.
Mum? Dad?
What's going on?
It's the police, love. Why?
This is Charlie. Our daughter. She works the farm with Iain.
At the operation at Oversham Woods,
I'm afraid we found human remains.
Of Jeremy Curran.
So you met him, but weren't interested in a solar scheme?
Well...maybe initially.
But he was talking about
covering up acres of arable land with solar panels.
I... I floated the idea to Dad. His feelings were pretty clear.
Your dad?
Yeah. I moved back to run things a few years ago.
After Mum died. My Dad's retired, more or less.
But he's still the legal tenant, so his call, ultimately.
And as long as the land's Jarrett land,
he wants it putting food on tables.
Then why see Jeremy again?
We didn't.
Yeah. I, er... I did.
What?
That union meeting in town a month ago.
He was there.
So I gave him a lift home afterwards.
And stopped in for a drink?
We found your prints in his flat.
Well, yeah. Yeah. He offered me a quick drink.
Someone you barely knew?
I was just being friendly.
Well, we can check up on all of that.
We'll need a list of your farm workers, Mr Jarrett.
Plus any campers in the past few months.
And we've a warrant to conduct a full search of the farm.
Oh...
MAN: And who the hell are you?
Oh, God. Sorry! Er, I'm Simone Tyler.
Er, sorry. I'm working with the police.
Police?
Yeah, they're speaking to the farmer.
My son.
Well, I was just exploring
and I came across your lovely garden.
It's gorgeous.
Is that a purple hop bush?
Yeah.
Wow. Must be some work,
keeping this all looking so nice.
Hardly compares to running a farm.
Iain hopes it'll stop me interfering.
Mmm. But it doesn't, does it?
No.
Farmers never retire. Too used to the fight.
The fight?
Always a fight, young lady.
Pulling life out of the ground.
Hello, Mr Purple Hop Bush.
It's great to hear that Jomo is recovering so well, Sam.
But why do I get the suspicion that this
was more than purely a social invitation?
Well...
..I'd love to hear your thoughts on the recent political shift.
What the new Health Secretary might mean for us.
For Unitas? Mm.
Well, I won't lie.
The waters are looking a little...stormy.
Is there any way of making that sailing smoother?
I don't think you'll like it.
What if you were to relax your principles...a little?
Give up some independence in return for
the support of someone offering...political security.
Sounds like you have someone in mind.
The Home Office's golden boy right now is obviously
the chap behind Vigil. Ethan Daley.
Very hard to knock anyone he's backing.
Sounds like we should meet.
That's exactly what I was thinking and I would love to make it happen.
But what would Jomo think?
SHE LAUGHS I can be very persuasive, Oscar,
if needs be. Let's do it.
You know, I had to pull out all the stops to fast-track your...
..meeting with Tom.
I trust that went as you hoped?
It can't have been easy, with your...shared past.
You've no need to worry about Tom.
I needed to look him in the eye and see what he had to say.
It's all been sorted now.
Picking you up? No problem.
Thank you for coming.
Grandad? Yeah.
Yeah, he's...weak.
There you go. Thank you.
How's about you? You well? Not bad. Yourself?
Aye, grand. What can I get yous?
Drink?
Orange juice?
Vodka?
Yeah, good shout.
Pint of lager, vodka orange, please.
Actually, I'm looking for someone who comes in here,
or used to come in here. Family member.
You're not the first person asking.
There was an old guy in here a few days ago.
Yeah. My dad.
He keeled over. Is he all right?
No, not really.
Sorry, I don't recognise her.
No? OK.
It was a long shot.
SHE KNOCKS
What is it?
It's her. That's Mum.
Excuse me? Mm-hm?
Do you know this guy?
Aye, that's Eamonn.
If you hang around long enough you'll probably see him.
They got no right. Crawling all over!
They've got a warrant, Dad.
What on earth are the campers going to think?
That's what you're worrying about? City folks
and their damn bell tents? All right.
Let's not get into it.
"Glamping."
Since when was that farming?
It's called diversification, Dad.
How come Charlie never gets this grief
when she comes up with new ideas?
Cos she knows what she's doing.
She's got a feel for it.
I'm going back to the shed.
OK. Put that in there.
Found anything?
Pending.
Eamonn Madigan. That's you, right?
Yeah.
Back before this.
Was it an accident?
I was transporting a device. It went off.
Still. Could've killed me.
Helped me decide to back the peace process, after prison.
He says it was a bomb. His bomb.
So what's this all about?
Eleanor Hodgson. Yeah, that's right.
She's my mum.
Your mum? Yeah.
Right. Well...
She hung about a bit back in the early '90s.
Was chatty with some of the higher-ups.
Higher-ups? IRA?
Where is she now?
Oh. Don't know.
I saw her a few times after I was released.
But I heard she'd a few problems.
Was in Dunkeenan. The hospital.
He doesn't know.
Good thing I brought this beauty.
I thought we were looking for a murder site.
This is perfectly good arable land.
But it's been left uncultivated.
So? I spoke to Iain Jarrett and he said
a scheduled ancient monument below here.
A Bronze Age barrow, marked out by that trig point.
I think the guv might want to deal with
our 21st-century corpse first, before we find a Bronze Age one.
Well, if we do find a Bronze Age body, I'd be delighted.
But this doesn't look like any barrow I've ever seen.
And there's nothing listed in the historic environment record.
Why did Iain say there was one?
BEEPING
Exactly.
What is it?
Just below this layer here,
the soil's less compacted.
Like you'd see in...
I think we need Nikki out here, and, er...
Yeah. I'll call the guv.
Not Bronze Age, then.
Wearing these shoes?
No. But it is fully skeletonised.
So longer in the ground than Jeremy?
Much longer.
Do you know how long?
Sorry. Can't be sure yet.
Oh, yeah. Until you get it back to the Lyell. I know.
What's going on? What have you found?
PHONE RINGING
Human remains, Mr Jarrett,
so you need to step away for now, OK?
We'll come and find you later.
Jack.
Hey.
Hey. How are you doing?
I've been thinking about you. You have?
Same here. How are things?
Confusing.
Your dad?
Ah, families, eh?
Can I help?
Don't worry about it. It's not your mess, Nikki.
Right.
How's the case?
Er...complicated.
But don't worry about it.
Nikki, er...
No, you need to concentrate on whatever's going on over there.
Nikki? Er, look,
I'm really sorry, but I think I need to go.
OK.
Bye.
Bye-bye, bye.
Nikki? Yeah, yeah.
Good guess.
I love her?
What?
"So why aren't you letting her in?"
Mm.
Come on. Let's go.
Go on, get out of here.
We need to clear up a few things, Mr Jarrett.
For instance, finding a body
instead of your scheduled ancient monument
that doesn't exist.
I thought it did.
And then there's Jeremy Curran. Linseeds and soil on his shoes
match samples from your farm.
OK.
After Jeremy visited, we...
We kept in touch. Why?
My father says farming's in the blood.
It's not in mine.
You're saying you were interested in the solar scheme?
Yeah.
But we've got an AHA agreement. Sorry, what's that?
It means heavy protections for tenants.
It means there's a guaranteed succession after Dad.
And it means it's near impossible for landlords
to terminate a lease,
unless the land's required for use other than agriculture.
Are you saying you wanted your farm repossessed?
I called Jeremy, I...
..went to his flat, and...
..suggested he approach the landlord directly.
You advised cutting out your father
and giving the farm up for development.
Can I help you? Hiya.
I had a question about a patient who stayed here.
Eleanor Hodgson.
Eleanor? Yes. Mm-hm.
You wanted to visit her?
No, I... Wait.
You're saying she's here?
Now? As a patient?
Yes.
Sorry, what's your connection with her?
I, er...
Sorry. Sorry.
So from the shape of the pelvis and the skull,
particularly the orbits and brows,
zygomatic arches, lower jaw,
occipital prominence
and the slope of the forehead,
this is a Caucasian male.
DI Raymond will want to know cause of death.
Course she will. And there is a skull fracture.
But I can't be sure that it didn't occur post-mortem.
The pressure of impacted earth.
Well, the plant roots are oak. I did an age estimation.
and they're at least 40 years old.
And the teeth have good-quality amalgam fillings,
which narrows his date of birth to within the last
100 years. All right.
Anything else?
Whoever he was, he was tall. Long-limbed.
A high-vaulted palate in the upper jaw.
Long, slender fingers.
The grandfather. Ezra.
Was he tall?
Yeah, very tall.
Could it be a relative?
Is he awake? Asleep.
Cara with him? Yeah. And the nurse.
Are you coming in? I found her.
I found Mum.
I'll get my coat.
OK. Right. Cheers.
Any luck?
We checked birth records.
There was an Anthony Julius Jarrett,
born 25th February, 1947. Ezra Jarrett's older brother.
But then Ezra took over the farm?
While Anthony drops off the historical record.
What happened? He just went missing?
There's just nothing. No census records, employment, passports.
No death certificate?
No. And the farm's tenancy agreement
initially had Anthony's name for the succession.
It was changed to Ezra's.
We need to talk to Ezra.
Where's your father, Mr Jarrett?
What? I thought... He's in his hut.
Tell me about your uncle.
What uncle?
Ezra's older brother. Anthony.
I don't... I haven't got an uncle.
The bones in the field.
What?
No. I just...
I need some air. Iain.
I'll go.
She's my daughter. He brings her straight back. OK?
Never thanked you.
For looking after him, after 30 years or whatever.
Your father and me...
I was closer to him than I've been anyone, then or since.
Maybe I should have told him that.
Otherwise you're just left with the what-ifs.
Yeah.
But he chose Eleanor.
And, oh, Jack, she was so smart.
So passionate.
You know she worked for her family business?
Chain of pharmacies?
They're all sold off now.
But back then, they had branches all over the province.
They dealt with all kinds of people.
And things were starting to change then.
Late '80s, the early '90s.
Politically? Yeah.
Talk of ceasefires.
A peace process.
Tentative.
Painfully slow.
While people went on dying.
Eleanor was good at gaining trust.
She became a conduit.
Bringing information from paramilitaries
to the security forces and back.
She was trying to move things on.
I mean, of course she took her life in her own hands,
you know? She could have been accused of being a spy,
or a tout.
Dad knew this? Yeah.
And he felt trapped.
He admired her bravery, loved her for it, even. But...
..he was very frightened for her.
And for you.
And then his sister was killed.
Aunt Rosie, in a bombing, yeah.
Conor just wanted to leave.
He begged Eleanor.
But she felt that a breakthrough was close.
And then one morning...
..he found a device under his car.
Eleanor was away.
It would've got him...and you.
My God. I remember that, I think.
He bundled you over the water.
When she found you'd left,
and heard about the device,
she had a breakdown.
She'd nearly killed her kids.
She stayed with me for a few stretches, but...
Ach, she needed professional help.
She was trying to save lives.
Yes.
But she chose that.
And Dad chose us.
Sometimes there's no right decision.
I don't know how she is, son,
and I don't know what state she's in.
But your father...
He wants you to know her.
Look what I've found.
Dr Alexander!
Iain and Charlie have disappeared.
What? As well as Ezra?
Yeah. Anna thinks Charlie's gone after him.
Have you found something?
Looks like Jeremy's phone.
And possibly some blood on the stone.
OK. Can you bag 'em?
Sure.
Anna says there's a field Ezra used to take her
when Charlie was a girl.
It's at the top of the farm.
PANTING
Grandad!
You can see the whole farm from up here.
Bloody hell, Dad.
The police are after you.
Us too by now, I reckon.
We're not supposed to love places, are we?
Not in this country.
Flag-waving and passion's for others.
All I wanted to do was work this land.
Pass it on to my children.
Grandchildren.
What about your brother?
How'd he die, Grandad?
Tony was lazy. Shallow.
Our dad got ill, Tony didn't want the tenancy.
Would've given it away.
You'd have lost the farm.
Yeah.
And you couldn't allow that.
We argued.
I didn't mean it.
I just...lashed out.
I told Dad he'd gone to London, where he'd always wanted to go.
You buried him.
And you got the farm.
What happened to Jeremy Curran?
That man would have taken it all.
From me, from Charlie.
He spoke to you?
Smarmy bastard came round the shed.
Out of courtesy, he said.
Soft soap, weren't it?
Said he'd prefer it if we worked together.
Give me his details. We could talk.
I told him where to shove it.
Think that was when your name slipped out.
I said not to speak to you.
I told him it was bloody useless!
I wish he hadn't.
Bastard suggested the land
wasn't ours at the end of the day. Not really.
I told him our family had been tenants here
best part of a century.
Poured blood and sweat into it.
It's ours!
I pushed him.
And he fell.
Shouting abuse.
I found a rock.
Hit him.
You knew about this.
You got her involved?
I found out by accident.
I came by the hut.
Grandad had put a tarp over the body, and...
..I helped.
Dug the grave.
Even took his phone to send some messages.
But after, I kept thinking...
..DNA or whatever would be all over him. So...
..eventually I went back.
I dug him up and set fire to the body.
You should've left well alone.
HE ROARS
Hey! OK, enough.
You all need to come with us.
I'm glad we're not getting away with it.
Like you did last time. Charlie.
He'd have been the same age as me.
Your brother.
When you killed him.
Lives, Grandad.
They're more important than land.
O...OK, Ezra. OK.
It's over.
She's right, Dad. Stand back, Mr Jarrett.
Dad! Mr Jarrett.
No!
GUNSHOT
BIRDS SCATTER
Hey. What's up? I just need to finish here, and then...
Were any of these vials removed? Or sent off somewhere?
Don't think so. Why?
There's one missing.
Well, no-one would have taken it. Would they?
Who?
The only people who've been here are the police and Sam.
Eleanor? Mm?
You've a visitor, love.
What visitor?
I'll be nearby, OK?
Hello, Eleanor.
Who are you? What do you want?
Just to see you.
Do I know you?
Do I? No.
No.
Don't know anyone outside here.
I've been looking for you.
What? Why?
I, er...know your family.
SHE LAUGHS
Family?
What family?
Do you not recognise me?
I look like him, don't you think?
I used to wonder, when I was a wee boy,
where Mummy had gone. Cry my eyes out.
Every night.
What happened to you?
Why'd you choose strangers over us?
Did you hate us?
Got to the point I stopped asking when you were coming home.
It was easier to believe you were dead and gone.
I was all right with that.
You see, Eleanor, I'm not here for me,
cos I don't really care. I'm here for my dad.
Does he mean anything to you?
Cos he's dying.
No.
It's just me. There's no family.
So...you'd better go away.
Get out.
I don't want you here.
Understood.
Eleanor? What?
It's OK. It's not OK!
Get him out of here now. Get rid of him.
She'll be fine. Fine!
Yeah, we're done.
HE GROANS
All right?
Cara?
I'll tell you later.
Has he been awake?
Thank you.
Dad?
Da?
Dad?
Son? Yeah.
Where did you go?
I found her, Dad.
I found Mum.
You met her?
Yes.
It was good.
HE LAUGHS
You met her.
Hi. Dr Alexander not here?
No. She had to do something. Coffee?
Oh, I can't stay, I'm afraid. I just...
I just wanted to say thank you.
What's happening with Charlie?
Oh, well...she concealed Jeremy's body.
We're completing paperwork for the coroner and CPS.
Up to them after that.
You'll tell Nikki I called? Of course.
Sorry.
Hi.
Hi. Can I help you?
You're Simone Tyler, right?
Yeah. And you are?
Oliver Meehan.
Can I come in?
Sorry, I'm not sure what... I just had a few questions.
I'm a reporter.
Ah. Then no, sorry.
I really think the Lyell might want to comment on this.
On what?
Allegations of DNA manipulation
in the case of the Health Secretary's assassination.
I have no idea what you're talking about. Sorry.
Jack. There's someone to see you.
JACK SIGHS
The nurse says it won't be long.
He'd be pleased you're here.
I wish it had been sooner.
My fault.
We're slow learners in our family, aren't we, Da?
Dad?
Ah, no.
Love you, Da.
We came here on holiday a few times. The whole family.
It's so beautiful. Yeah.
Do you think I did the right thing?
Yes.
I think you told your dad what he needed to hear.
At the end. Mm.
Do you think you'll see your mum again? Um..
That might do more harm than good at the moment.
I wish you'd told me.
So I could have been there for you more.
Yeah. I know.
Like I said. Slow learner.
I know that feeling.
But we'll get there.
Maybe? Mm?
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