A human body falls at 9.8 metres per second
and accelerates at that rate.
In a stable, belly-to-earth position,
terminal velocity is 53.6 metres per second.
Clothing and wind resistance can affect acceleration.
But any drag force is minimal with a fall over 100 metres.
By the time it reaches terminal velocity,
a 70kg body can generate a force of over seven tonnes.
Ultimately, it's the deceleration that proves fatal,
even if there is a limited impact.
It's not the fall that would kill you.
It's the hard stop.
# Testator silens
# Costestes e spiritu
# Silencium
# Testator silens... #
The scaffolding tarp there, on the fifth floor broke his fall.
So the body's intact, praise be.
Otherwise?
Otherwise we'd be looking at a shadow,
a vaporised cloud of blood and tissue.
No pulse.
New boy's thorough.
Jesus wept.
His name is Anthony Drinkwater.
It says Senior VP, Vance Chellacot.
Vance Chellacot, it's an investment bank,
way up there.
What's that on his trouser leg, rust?
I think he climbed onto something.
You think he took his own life?
I think he climbed onto something.
SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE
So he didn't fall out then?
This place is a sealed tomb for wage zombies.
500,000 a year wage zombies, but hey.
Nobody saw the fall?
Nobody saw a thing.
What have the cops found?
His sandwich on his desk.
He got up to get a cup of coffee, never came back.
Anyone else fancy ristretto? No, you're good.
I've not had my five a day yet.
Coffee stains?
Seriously?
On his cuff.
FAINT THROAT CLEAR
He isn't wearing red shoes, is he?
Red shoes? In the City?
Black brogues.
He was being followed.
What side of the building are you on?
West elevation.
Ugh!
Well? Well, what?
Did he jump or was he pushed, Miss Marple?
Ah! Ah!
Neither.
Both?
So this Velvy guy, Clarissa recommended him.
How's he shaping up?
He's eager to please.
It's exhausting.
What's his story?
He's a lab trainee.
Does everybody have to have a story?
FAINT RADIO CHATTER
FAINT: Thanks, we'll take over from here.
Dr Alexander,
the police are leaving.
What?
Why are they going?
NCA?
National Crime Agency.
Anthony Drinkwater must be somebody.
FAINT CHATTER
Laine Cassidy, NCA.
Nikki Alexander.
So you think this is going to be murder?
I don't leave my corner office for murder.
This is rather more serious than that.
Right, Gavin, what have we got?
My data team have patched into the building's camera feeds.
There are 542 cameras here.
And probably none of them where we want them.
How did Anthony Drinkwater come to the attention of the NCA?
He didn't.
We didn't know he was alive until he was dead.
It was his boss we were looking into.
Financial crime?
There's a lot of it about.
You don't think these manly edifices
have been built from honest sweat, do you?
Behind every great fortune, there's a great crime.
So this ends with Mr Drinkwater?
No.
I think it begins with him.
RADIO: We've got some footage of the suspect. We've got a face.
The pass belongs to a junior VP, he currently resides in Dallas.
They cloned it.
That's him going through the turnstile.
He's keeping his head down.
He seems to know where the cameras are.
He didn't know about that one.
Who is he?
Not a clue.
And neither does our Facial Recognition System.
Lainey, Serena!
ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS
Call me, OK?! And whatever you do, don't come home!
Now the acetate.
What do you think we'll find? I don't know.
But you think he was chased.
In his own office? Why would he run?
Again, I don't know.
I guess Drinkwater must have known the guy meant him harm.
How? Jesus. How many questions?
Sorry. They just sometimes sound like questions.
There's a lot I don't know, you see.
Ah.
Maybe he recognised him.
That's why he ran.
Are those questions?
Are you for real?
Why were you collecting all the blood spatter?
We just photograph and sample,
you were scraping it all up. Someone will want to bury him.
Isn't it better that they bury all of him?
I guess. But what if he'd... HE MAKES SQUELCHING SOUND
..you'd have been there till Christmas.
If he did know him,
maybe they shook hands.
Maybe?
Everything we do is maybe.
TYRES SQUEAL
NIKKI: Drinkwater got to the top of the tower
but I don't think he started there.
Good skin. He's well groomed.
His legs are bowed.
Could indicate early years vitamin D deficiency.
And these are veneers.
They're expensive, but hiding previous dental decay.
So, I think he could have grown up poor.
You climb high to get away from something, don't you?
Are you speaking from experience?
There's nothing wrong with my teeth.
INTERCOM: Nikki, time to open this one up.
Hmm.
I'm not squeamish.
It's your shoes I'm worried about.
The chest cavity's full of blood.
Several litres of it.
So you'd collect every drop of blood, would you?
Some of the scenes we go to,
muscle and tissue get bonded to metal, asphalt.
Where I come from we bury that too.
Oh, sorry.
Why?
It's a religious thing.
It's about the sanctity of the body.
I'm an idiot.
I'm not sure about religious.
Maybe I just grew up like that.
Orthodox? Jewish?
Here.
That was me.
Who are they?
That's Rifka. That's Tirza,
and the baby's Yosele.
You're about 20, aren't you?
24.
We get married young. And we don't get divorced,
not normally.
Do you see them, your kids?
There are two worlds, and...they don't mix.
Vance Chellacot manages 30 billion in assets.
She did say it was bigger than murder.
War wound? The scar?
I think she probably fought a Sumatran Tiger with her bare hands.
You should see the state of the tiger.
She was in counter-terrorism for five years and then...
Seconded to the Treasury, special adviser on Financial Crime.
Which of us is more in love with her?
Sorry.
Were you kissing?
Beg your pardon?
I get things wrong. Did you need something, Velvy?
It's just that...
..Mr Hodgson was right.
They shook hands.
Where is she? Where's Naomi?
She's not back from lunch yet.
Oi!
I've got all these deliveries.
I'm stuck!
This is the guy Drinkwater shook hands with.
No wonder facial recognition didn't pick him up.
Handling stolen goods aged 16.
What's he still doing on your system?
Certain markers, specific circumstances.
Can you be any more vague?
Sure.
Who is he?
Who's Stephen Ross?
Armed officers entering!
Police! Moving upstairs in the unit!
Clear! Clear! Clear!
Clear upstairs. Suspect not here. I repeat, suspect not here.
Area cleared.
Sir you can't go in there. Open the door!
Oi!
Ugh!
Luca! Papa?
Sir, what are you doing? Luca, are you all right?
Vieni con me. Let me go! Where are we going?
HE SPEAKS ITALIAN
SIRENS APPROACH
FAINT SHOUTING
FAINT: Move back, move back!
So, really, that's your choice.
As a clinical pathologist,
you deal with the effects of disease on human tissue.
As a forensic pathologist, you deal with a person,
a whole person.
Their life and the fundamental change that led to the ending of it.
BELL RINGS
Next week, we'll be meeting those people intimately, so...
MURMURING Ew!
..bring a sick bag and some smelling salts,
they don't give us the fresh ones to practise on.
I just don't get it,
you guys come with presumptions
but you're singularly uninterested in the full data set.
Sorry? You've barely scratched the surface of secondary transfer DNA.
Let's start again, shall we?
Jack Hodgson, Lyell Centre.
Yeah, the cage-fighting forensic phenomenon.
And you, Professor...
..you used to be a pathologist.
I'm still a fucking pathologist.
You know what I mean. Hands-on.
Not in some Pharma-funded research palace.
You sent us samples for a speculative test.
Which you confirmed.
Subject A shook hands with Subject B, thanks awfully.
But you've missed everything else.
We found 18 separate sources of DNA in the materials you sent.
We're not interested in some random
who sat on the same tube seat a month ago.
Prosecutions fail in the real world when you rely on lab data.
Data is the real world.
And rigorous analysis knows how to discard the tangential.
You're not exactly public facing, are you?
PHONE PINGS
Dr Alexander...
Chloe, right?
We're going for a drink, it's two for one at the union.
Want to come? PHONE PINGS
Sure. I've nothing else to do.
When assessing the probability of error within a scenario
incorporating multiple contact events
where transfer may have occurred,
we first determine the order of events
within the pathway of interest.
Are you texting while I'm talking to you?
No. That would be rude.
Look, Professor, I can see you're serious about what you do.
But I've no idea what you're trying to tell me.
I'm telling you we've found someone else.
And not a random.
It doesn't get you down? It's just a job, like any other?
Like being a paediatrician is just a job,
or a social worker, or a priest.
Just because the patient's dead, it doesn't mean you care any less.
What is this? It's called a Gunshot.
Oh! Oof.
Aptly named. OK.
I'm sure you're asked this all the time.
Do they ever wake up?
Does rigor mortis ever happen in interesting places?
No.
How do you commit the perfect murder?
I mean, you must have thought about it.
If anyone could get away with it, you could.
It wouldn't be so hard.
Not many people look beyond first causes,
and a Home Office PM is only triggered by unusual circumstances.
So, first, I'd find out what ails you,
then use that to kill you.
THEY LAUGH
So this is where you've been hiding, is it?
This is my friend Jack.
Ready to go? You're not the boss of me.
God forbid.
Two for one, is it?
Cheers. Good health.
How was your lecture?
Much more interesting than I thought.
Laine's been holding out on us.
I thought our beautiful time together had come to an end.
We felt used. You can't just come into our lives and dump us
like day-old sashimi.
You never told us what you're actually investigating.
No, I didn't, did I?
After a Secondary Transfer DNA test on Anthony Drinkwater
we sent Stephen Ross's clothes for external testing.
A fascinating subject - for an email.
Why am I here?
Because of who we found on Stephen Ross's clothes.
Who did you find? We don't know.
It's DV level.
Great. Thanks.
I think you should talk to us.
If Drinkwater was connected to a restricted subject
and this comes to court...
It won't come to court.
DV level never comes to court.
This stuff doesn't work when we're working blind.
We work for the Home Office.
We answer to the Home Secretary.
And I'm NCA.
I answer to the Prime Minister.
Unless it's about the Prime Minister.
This restricted subject is either a threat or an asset.
Either way, we can help.
He's an undercover operative.
And you wouldn't have told us that if you weren't worried about him.
One man dead and an UC officer missing.
Christopher.
My officer's name is Christopher.
You think he's dead, don't you?
What's the man you arrested saying?
Nothing.
He says he's just a driver.
But his wife and his daughter have gone missing.
Most likely they're being held to make sure he stays silent.
By who?
Who's doing this?
Do you know what the 'Ndrangheta is?
The what?
So the 'Ndrangheta, they're Mafia?
Call them that if you like, they don't.
The 'Ndrangheta's origins are in peasant farms
in the hills of Calabria,
but their annual turnover beats
McDonalds and Deutsche Bank combined.
What, drugs? 80% of the cocaine into Europe.
They own 12 major European ports,
plus the ports of Montreal and New York.
They're in illegal waste dumping, arms trading, migrant trafficking,
they also run the camps the migrants end up in.
And they're here now? They've been here a long time,
growing among us.
Garrotting rivals and putting horse's heads in beds?
They don't kill here, not normally, they don't want the attention.
This is where they bank.
In Italy, Mafia smells of blood.
In London, it smells of money.
This is Stephen Ross's car, it hasn't been touched.
I need you to find out if Christopher was in that car.
Oh!
The fingerprint was Christopher's.
Your undercover officer was here.
Where? When? Do we know?
I think the car does. I've got into the metadata.
Is this guy an Uber driver?
He's done 20,000 miles this year, just inside the M25.
Maybe he delivered chickens?
I know a guy who delivered chickens.
He has a Yaris.
We think Stephen Ross is a bagman.
Low level.
He might not even know what he does.
These are all destinations in the last 30 days.
Mean anything to you?
I don't know.
You said the last time Christopher's phone checked in
was at Southwark Tube.
Just three streets away.
If that's where Stephen picked him up, where did he take him?
I don't think we're the only ones looking.
Are your officers trying to access the car data?
No. That's what you're here for.
They're hacking us! The 'Ndrangheta.
Shit.
Wow! They've taken control of the keyboard.
Yeah, they're in my system too.
Here, quick, before it's goes.
Is that where they went?
Are you sure?
So this is the route they took Christopher.
I've never been this far out of London.
Where are we?
The road to nowhere.
The house hasn't been lived in in ten years.
The farm manager says it was rented in cash to some guys for storage.
But he's not seen them lately.
Jesus.
Help me move this.
I'll get the kit.
I think we all know what happened here.
He certainly knows.
The policeman, Christopher, he has a family too.
I don't know about that.
I'm just a driver. Understand?
No. I don't understand.
Is he buried somewhere here?
Just tell them where he is.
That's not informing, it's basic humanity.
But he's not a human.
What?
None of you are.
There's 'Ndrina - familia.
There's human beings, like me.
Everybody else is just pigs.
HE SPITS
Do you understand now?
You've heard about this?
It's urban myth, movie stuff.
Then where are we going?
Gangsters watch movies too.
PIGS SNORT
Could Christopher be in there?
You mean in them?
Is this for real?
I don't know.
Farmer says three of the herd were slaughtered this morning,
but they've not been butchered yet.
They're in the other barn.
So you're going to...
What should I do?
You know how this stuff works.
Basic biology.
If it goes in one end...
Shit.
They're preparing a clean room in the butchery shed.
Three pigs.
You're going to need help.
Hands on.
I think I know just the guy.
Professor Folukoya. Dr Alexander.
Hello. Sorry.
What am I doing here?
We need another pair of hands.
Jack says you're still on the Home Office register.
So, what? This is a crime scene?
There's a body here?
Three actually.
Pigs?
What do you think? Could this eat a human?
Bones and all?
Oh, Christ.
Some powerful muscles in this jaw.
We did ask for a forensic vet but, um...
I'm sorry, there must be some misunderstanding,
I'm a data specialist,
I'm really not...
What are you looking at?
The buccal sulcus,
or whatever that is in swine speak.
Food packing? Mm.
Can you pass the metal forceps, please?
The what?
Metal forceps.
They're over there.
What the hell has it been eating?
Are you all right with this?
Picking up shit?
I mean, you know, pigs and all?
Are you going to ask me to eat it?
Well, no, but...
..it's unclean, isn't it?
I recover human body parts, I'm not allowed to eat those either.
So is this the dream?
My parents have been told to consider me dead. Jesus.
Thing is, I've never felt more alive.
Shovelling shit in Hertfordshire?
God likes to laugh too, you know.
You still believe in God?
Another question. You've got me at it now.
I'm not sure what I believe.
I just...
It's like they say on Strictly.
I guess I'm on my journey.
Now what? OK.
It says you need a five-inch depth to expose the stomach.
Right. Then you need to move that liver.
OK.
Got it.
Ugh.
Is there anything there?
Uh, yeah.
What is it?
A bicuspid by the looks of things.
It's too small to be a molar.
I mean is it human?
Christ, yes.
Is that one of yours?
Shit.
You know who that is, right?
They're watching, it's what they do.
And now they know that you brought us here.
I didn't bring you anywhere.
That's not what it looks like though, is it?
Please. They've got my wife, my daughter.
Two men are dead in two days.
All because of you.
I didn't kill anyone. I'm the one who's dead.
Look at me.
Look at me!
I'm the one person who can help you.
And you are going to talk to me.
The vast majority of the body appears to have been digested.
We're left with mainly fragments.
Femoral head, pieces of the mandible and the skull
and a few dental remnants.
50 hours for the average swine to complete digestion, apparently.
We got there just in time.
He didn't need to be there, Stephen Ross.
You knew they'd be watching, you wanted them to see him with you.
There are two worlds, them and us.
He needs to know that he can never go back.
What about his wife and daughter?
You'll probably see them next
on one of these shiny tables.
Let me know what the three little pigs cough up.
There's a remnant of what appears to be human intestine,
it was caught within the duodenum of the second animal.
When was the last time you...
Wielded a skull-saw in anger?
A couple of years, twice that?
Macroscopically, there are irregularly lacerated edges
on intestinal tissue,
together with areas of crushing and tearing at the margins,
consistent in appearance with damage from the teeth of a pig.
Turning to the histology of the prepared sample.
There are a large number of inflammatory cells around the edges,
more than just a few migrating there postmortem.
A significant vital reaction.
You're saying that he was alive, are you?
Eaten alive?
I'm saying with a degree of confidence that living tissue
was subjected to the teeth of a pig.
If you just came out from behind your screens once in a while...
Ah, confidence.
Sadly, the correlation between confident intuition
and measurable accuracy is extraordinarily low.
Confidence is bias.
Attending crime scenes, speaking to investigating officers,
all of that potentially affects your data
and your judgment.
"The policeman was fed to the pigs and eaten alive".
That's what happened. No, it isn't.
You found human remains in a pig.
The other stuff is just stories you tell to spur yourself on.
Which means?
You can miss the real story that the data is telling you.
The truth.
You know they're advertising for a boss for this place?
Everyone in the game is asking why you don't want it?
What game is that?
There's a metallic element within that section of the intestine.
What is it?
It's pretty degraded.
So would you be if you'd been halfway down Peppa's back passage.
The whole thing's corrupted.
I can try and rebuild the files.
Do you think it's important?
A dying man swallowed it.
What do you think?
You come to help?
I've got 35 bags of piggy-poo to pick through.
Is Laine still here?
She not answering her phone?
No.
She went to see Christopher's widow.
She wanted to be the one to tell her.
No body to identify, only scraps to bury.
Velvy says it's all sacred.
I thought you said he was a weirdo? He is a weirdo.
He wants to work here, doesn't he?
We've found something. Looks like Christopher swallowed an SD card.
Really? What's on it?
Don't know. The Prof's trying to salvage the data.
All right.
Velvy can finish up here.
I've had enough pig shit for one day.
You coming?
No, I'm going to stay here for a bit.
See if the Prof has any luck.
All right.
Maybe I'll come round later.
Wait up for me?
If you're lucky.
BUZZING
Hi. I was just coming back from the bar, saw a light.
Yeah, working late.
Not a great advertisement for the career path, am I?
Ooh, good night at the Union?
Is that for me?
Yeah. It was stuck into your door.
You OK?
You shouldn't work so hard.
Where's that nice Irish guy?
You need to go now, Chloe. Right now.
Go straight home.
I figured you pulled an all-nighter.
I like what you've done with the place.
You don't answer this any more?
Sorry. It must have been on silent.
Brilliant.
I tried the landline.
That didn't work.
What's going on? You OK?
What does it mean?
It doesn't mean anything to me.
But it means something to them.
"Delete the files. Destroy the card. No police."
I didn't tell anyone.
The Professor? They don't need Gabriel.
I think they're in our system.
What are you going to do?
What do you think I'm going to do?
You don't have to.
So what, destroy it, like they said?
No, of course not. No, no, let me think, let me think...
I've been doing that all night. OK. Right.
Well, we're compromised, they're in our system, you said so.
We've got to pass this on to another lab.
So what? Put someone else in our shoes?
And anyway, what makes you think that gets me out of it?
It's just numbers. It's gobbledegook.
It doesn't mean anything.
You've seen what they can do.
We both have.
You wouldn't say that to anyone else.
You aren't anyone else.
Where are you going?
I think I'm gonna get some air. Want me to come?
Er, no. I'll be fine.
Thanks. Sure? Yeah.
Call me, OK?
FAINT ITALIAN
HORN BLARES
Nikki, are you all right?!
Come here. Come, come, come.
I'm fine. Honestly.
Come on. I'm OK. Sit.
Chloe, I'm fine.
You were this time.
Huh? They don't miss.
It was a warning. Next time... Chloe.
Give them what they want.
They know how to hurt you. Believe me. Wait!
If you tell the police about me,
they'll kill me too.
It's just business for them.
Chloe!
Hi, this is Dr Alexander from the Lyell Centre.
I'm trying to find out the details for one of our students.
Right, what name?
Chloe Mayhew.
She's got a University pass.
Do you know what's she studying? Forensic histopathology.
Chloe Mayhew.
Right.
We haven't got anyone listed by that name in our records.
I'm sorry, Dr Alexander, the SIO's in a meeting.
Can I help you?
Can you make sure she gets this?
It needs to be entered into evidence.
We found it in the course of the postmortem.
And you're hand delivering it?
I also received this.
Nikki!
You're very brave.
Do you know what's on it? The SD card?
Chris thought he was getting close.
He thought he'd uncovered a major 'Ndrangheta asset in the city,
somebody right at the top, hiding in plain sight.
At the banks?
Who do you think pays for all these shiny towers?
I don't care about their asset,
I don't care about the money.
I just want to find Stephen Ross's wife and daughter.
You're making yourself a target.
Do you believe that?
They'd hurt me? People close to me?
We'll give you protection.
Just find them.
OK?
IN ITALIAN: Luca, enough.
Come and see this.
This is the skin you took from the teeth of Pig One.
That discolouration, I think that's a tattoo.
It's raised, still inflamed.
So it could be recent?
I got the FLO to ask Christopher's wife if he had any new tattoos,
she said not for ten years.
You think he could have had it done while he was undercover?
If we can trace where he got it,
maybe we can trace the crew he was with.
If they also took Stephen's wife and daughter,
maybe we could help find them.
Christopher's tissue analysis showed significant levels
of iron oxide and mercury sulphide.
Yeah, tattoo ink.
But also carbon, phosphate and calcium.
That's unusual. What's that about?
Tattoo artists sometimes mix ashes into ink.
What? Cremated remains? Yeah.
Memorial to the dearly departed.
I'd like for you to remember me in other ways, if that's all right?
I imagine it's something of a niche market.
Can you get any trace of the design?
You made the right decision, Stephen.
You must be Luca.
HE SPEAKS ITALIAN
There are only a few places in London that do ash tattoos.
Hey, I've been thinking...
What if we said we couldn't repair the files on that SD Card.
I could say it was unusable.
Nikki.
I had to.
You know that.
You wouldn't have even suggested it if we weren't together.
I care about you! And I care about you.
That puts you in danger too.
So I'm your weakness? Of course you are.
Loving someone makes you vulnerable.
That's how it should be.
The girl who found the note.
You said she was a student. She isn't.
She's with them.
Have you told Laine about her? She said if I did...
They'd kill her too. That's what they do, right?
That one.
Yeah.
It's the tattooist's tag.
You remember him?
I don't focus on faces.
What makes you think he came here?
You do memorial tattoos, right?
Ash is mixed with ink.
They'd been drinking.
I don't like it when they're drunk.
They?
About six of them.
They were egging this guy on...
Chris? Right?
THEY LAUGH AND SHOUT
All right.
Come on, guys. Come on back. Come on.
Be careful, be careful, be careful! CLATTERING
They said it was a tradition where they come from...
THEY SPEAK ITALIAN
HE WINCES
The ashes were from a card?
A Saints' card?
I just wanted them out of here.
You won't find him in there.
It was a walk-in.
Had they been in before?
I see them. They're always around.
Around where?
The flats.
I think they live back there.
IN ITALIAN: Thank you.
Yeah, it sounds like some sort of an initiation ritual.
St Michael the Archangel is kind of the 'Ndrangheta's thing.
They could still be there.
He said he saw a woman go in a few days ago.
Don't do anything. I'm on my way.
Where are you? This is good, Jack.
It's been an hour. Where the hell is she?
Have you seen anyone? Has anyone come out?
No.
Unless there's a back entrance.
Jesus, how long does it take? Leave it, Jack.
Laine will tell you what she finds. Yeah, yeah.
Sure. No, Jack, listen!
Shit.
Ow! What did I tell you?
You told me you were on your way.
It's her dress, Naomi's.
Shit.
Which flat? There.
Where's your backup?
There's an armed unit on its way. On its way?
You don't trust them, do you, your own guys?
I don't trust anyone.
We put our people into their family,
I'd be stupid not to think they're doing the same.
Section 17 Police and Criminal Evidence Act.
What does it say?
It says I can do this.
Christ.
You think they could still be here, Stephen's family?
Imminent threat to life. That's Section 17.
PHONE LINE RINGS
RECORDING: This is Jack, leave me a message.
Come on.
RECORDING: This is Jack, leave me a message.
PHONE RINGS
Jack?
Why didn't you stop him?
Who is this?
Chloe? I told you what they do.
We're all going to pay the price. Why didn't you listen to me?
What are you talking about? They told you.
Destroy the card. You wouldn't listen.
Now they'll come for the ones you love.
No.
Chloe! FAINT SHOUTING
CALL ENDS
Christ.
CLATTERING
THUDDING
THUDDING CONTINUES
Jack?
Shh.
What is that?
It's what we're trying to get to.
They've walled it in.
There's something in there?
SQUEAKING Whoa!
What the hell is that?
I wouldn't touch that.
You know what that is? Sulphuric acid.
Lupara Bianca. The White Shotgun.
It's how they make people disappear.
There's a body in there?
Serena?
Her mother?
Does this belong to Naomi?
Stephen Ross's wife?
They were both here.
Dr Alexander.
Whose body did we find?
Who's in the barrel?
I don't know.
Is it Stephen Ross's wife and daughter?
No. How do you know?
What do you want from me?
I don't want any of this.
CAR STARTS UP
Come inside with me.
We lock the door, we call the police.
It won't help.
It's about Stephen Ross.
What is? This is what they want from you.
He's in a police safe house, he's giving them information.
You can find him. No, I can't.
And then what?
You told me you know how.
What?
You said...
I mean, a pathologist would know how to...
..how to kill him.
You're out of your mind. We don't have a choice.
Either you kill him...
..or they kill me.
And my mother.
And they'll get my brother too, it's...just a matter of time.
And then they'll come for you.
Oh, Jesus.
I'm begging you.
You're his daughter.
You're Serena.
Stephen Ross is your father.
You want me to kill your father?
It's him or us.
Serena.
WHISTLING
Serena!
# Testator silens
# Costestes e spiritu
# Silencium. #