Silent Witness (1996–…): Season 25, Episode 6 - History - Part Six - full transcript
This is my stepson, David, and his
wife, Fiona.
The Home Office's golden boy is
obviously Ethan Daley, behind Vigil.
Vigil finds a link
you didn't know was there.
We know there are concerns
in Cabinet over your suitability
to continue handling
the health passport programme.
I have worked so hard
to give you everything
you ever wanted.
DALEY: Oh, my God!
Is that my wife? Is that Helen?
We've arrested your son,
Mr Daley.
Dad. Lewis. What did he do?
Aliyah was my sister.
You did investigate
her disappearance,
so I just wanted to know
what happened to her.
Sometimes people just
don't want to be found.
I'd say we need to get
our accounts in alignment.
What are you worried about?
HARRIS: DNA was recovered from
a cartridge left by the assassin.
That DNA belongs to Tom Faulkner.
Who is Tom Faulkner to you,
apart from your ex—husband?
I think they're blood samples
that were
being manipulated
to plant as evidence.
No—one would have taken it,
would they?
You've proved that fabricated DNA
samples exist.
What will happen to Tom now?
Well, the charges against him
will be dropped
and he will be released
in due course.
I hear Sam came to see you.
I put her in touch
with a journalist. Oliver Me eh an.
MEEHAN: Allegations
of DNA manipulation
in the case of the Health
Secretary's assassination.
Oh, son.
What the hell have you done?
NIKKI: I think she took one
of Tom's fabricated blood vials
from the Lyell a few weeks ago.
It arrived in the post
this morning.
And you think Sam sent it? Yeah.
I do. Then, where is she?
You started to suspect
the sample you created framed
an innocent man, though.
And you still said nothing?
People were dying all around us.
David Mashaba can tell us
who ordered the Health
Secretary's assassination.
Just go and sort out a safe house
for the pair of them, will you?
And transport them in the morning.
CHALAL: Whoever's been
backing you is still out there.
DAVID: I'm not going to say
anything more,
not until I get
guaranteed protection
for me and my wife.
Ethan Daley's son was...
Watch out!
HORN BLARES
Martine?
RADIO COMMS
OVER RADIO: Oscar 4—0.
Oscar 4—0.
Are you receiving? Over.
Oscar 4—0. Oscar 4—0.
Come in, please.
Fiona...
Fiona.
Fiona, come on.
Fiona?
No, no, no, no, no, no! Fiona!
Fiona! Look at me!
SIREN WAILS
Look at me!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up.
SOBBING: Fiona, wake up.
PANTING
SI RENS APPROACH
Did you call an ambulance?
Yeah, yeah, I'm on it now. Hello?
HE SOBS
Ambulance, please.
Yes.
♪ Testator silens
♪ Costestes e spiritu
♪ Silencium
♪ Testator silens. ♪
SIREN WAILS
OVER RADIO: Female, early 305,
involved in RTC.
GCS is 3. Head injury.
ETA approximately ten minutes.
So, what,
David just disappeared?
Took off after the crash.
What kind of person just leaves
their pregnant wife for dead?
A desperate one.
Are we OK to approach the car?
Detective Superintendent Boyle?
Uh... yeah.
OFFICER: No, I'm sorry,
but you can't come through here.
How's the lorry driver?
He's... Whoa!
No. Hang on, hang on.
No. I need to talk to him.
It'll have to wait. He's in
no fit state to be questioned.
No! That's my DS
dead in that car.
He's just killed
a serving police officer.
Does it look like
he did it on purpose?
I tried...
I tried to stop the lorry. I did.
Are you satisfied?
Does Jomo know?
Yeah.
Said he'll co—operate
in any way he can.
Just wants us to keep him
up—to—date with any news on David.
How's it going?
Well, there's
a bit of blood spatter...
...and a lot of... Vomit?
Yeah. I get all the best jobs.
Do you reckon he'll make it,
the driver?
Don't know. They think
it's anaphylactic shock.
Hmm.
Explains this.
EpiPen. Maybe he was trying
to inject himself
while driving. Yeah.
You just hanging around for fun?
Tachograph.
BEEPING
The data from this will tell us
everything about
the minutes leading up
to the collision, hopefully.
Do you think she suffered?
Let's wait until we do the PM.
She should never have been
in that car, Nikki.
I was being a total...
She was my DS.
I should have
looked out for her.
On the phone, she was trying
to tell me
something about Ethan Daley's son?
Do you know anything about that?
I heard it was
an open—and—shut case.
The boy's claiming his innocence,
but his blood was found
under his step mum's fingernails.
Boss.
I can't find it.
Have you double—checked? Everywhere.
Chalal's phone's gone missing.
But she was calling me when they...
David...
I need a phone pinged for location.
No, now.
HE PANTS
If that's the envelope
Sam Ryan sent Tom Faulkner's
blood sample in,
staring at it won't give you
any more answers, I'm afraid.
It's the only thing we have
that might link us to Sam.
Finding Sam's the key to this.
Chalal's body is ready for you,
by the way.
Can I take a look at it?
Sure, be my guest.
Testing the driver's vomit?
Yep!
It's pretty decomposed,
so I'm just checking
the histamine levels.
Regurgitated chicken
not glamorous enough for you?
It's fish.
And, no, it's not.
What do you make of this?
What is it? Tachograph report.
Lorry's doing average speed
until, what, 09:34?
About the time
that Chalal rang Nikki.
Mm—hm. And then...
It speeds up. It speeds up.
And not only that —.
Tire tracks at the scene show
no signs of emergency braking
before the police car swerved.
But the driver said
that he was trying to stop.
Yeah, he did, didn't he?
Tom Faulkner?
Oscar Harris.
Number 10 Special Adviser.
I helped with your release.
Can I have a word?
This is bollocks.
You knew it was
a condition of your release.
I assumed I'd be signing
some kind of nondisclosure,
but not the Official Secrets Act.
I know, it's not ideal.
Ideal? If I sign it,
I'm agreeing to keep schtum
about all this,
all the faked DNA.
It was the best I could do
to get you out.
So no justice, then?
For anyone?
Me, Dan, Me eh an, Sam.
The bloody Health Secretary?
You think I'm happy about this?
I worked with Alice Reynolds
at the Department for Health
for two years.
She was only in Liverpool
because of me.
And I get it — you want justice.
But you have to be realistic.
We can't take any chances
that this will leak.
You know the risk
this would pose to the public.
The damage it would do.
Thousands of convictions
overturned.
Murderers and rapists,
free to walk the streets.
Thank you.
If there's anything you need
or I can help you with...
I don't need anyone's help.
The cause of death
was the head injury.
There was fresh
external bruising
on the scalp consistent
in size and appearance
with impact
from a scaffolding pole.
Internally,
DS Chalal had a traumatic
intracranial haemorrhage.
She would probably, hopefully,
have lost consciousness
on impact, but...
...it's likely she was alive
for some minutes after.
On the phone,
when Chalal said that
Fiona didn't just do it once,
and she mentioned
Ethan Daley's son...
...what if she meant
that Fiona had copied
and fabricated DNA again?
Yeah, but you can't ask
a comatose woman
what she did or didn't do.
Hang on,
is this what you were talking
about earlier with Lewis Daley?
I can't see what else
Chalal would've meant.
I think she was trying
to tell us that Lewis Daley
has been framed for the murder
of his stepmother.
I'd test Lewis Daley's samples
found at the crime scene,
but we'd need clearance.
No. That's above my pay grade.
It was above Chalal's, too.
You said you should have
looked out for her.
Now's your chance.
I'll call the lab.
PHONE BEEPS
VOICEMAIL: You have
a forwarded voice text.
Your wife paid the price
for having
a loose tongue, Ethan.
I really don't want
our relationship
to end the same way.
Gran?
Are you sure you want me
to dig up that holly bush?
It's so stubborn!
This man was looking for you.
Oh. I told you
to leave it, Simone.
I didn't know
he was coming to the house.
You'd better see what he wants.
Hi, Johnny.
Please come in. Can I offer you
a tea or coffee?
Er, no. No, thank you. OK.
Um...
I have news.
OK.
Have you...?
Have you found her?
I found an old address for her.
Abroad.
Trinidad.
Her and two kids.
She's a mum.
She's got Cleo, who's four,
and Grace is two.
I'm afraid they're not
at that address any more.
Oh, well, maybe we can speak
to the neighbours
and see where they've moved to,
or...?
What is it?
Johnny?
There was a boating accident.
Last March.
I'm afraid she drowned...
...saving the children.
What?
They're in care.
I think you need to leave,
Detective.
Aye.
Call me if there's anything
I can do to help, Simone.
I'm so sorry.
Gosh...
Those kids deserve to have
a proper childhood.
Like the one you gave me.
Full of laughter and love
and fun.
We could give that to them.
They should know
that they have a family.
No, Simi.
Yes, I can call Johnny Campbell
and we can...
Simi, she wouldn't want you
anywhere near her children.
What do you mean?
She could never forgive you
for what happened to your mum.
Because your mum died
in childbirth having you,
Aliyah always blamed you.
She was a teenager and in pain.
She wasn't very kind to you,
Simone.
How...?
I don't want to get into that
but there was nothing I could
do to make her change
how she felt towards you.
In a way...
...I was relieved when she left.
And she left because of me?
She had a lot going on.
Just... Why didn't you
tell me this, Gran?
I didn't want you
to feel hurt any more.
I just wanted to protect you.
I've always...
...tried to protect you.
I know.
I know you have, Gran,
but staying quiet
all of this time...
...that wasn't right.
Do you have a safe place
to meet?
A delivery for you
from Wolf son Pathology.
Oh. Must be the samples
found on the body
of Ethan Daley's wife.
Who would want to frame
Lewis Daley?
You're not gonna believe this.
What? I just spoke
to St James's Hospital.
Robert Jones, the lorry driver,
he's gone.
What? How is that physically
even possible?
We saw him at the crash.
He was half dead.
Do we know anything about him?
Er, yeah, I took a sample
of the vomit from the scene.
The histamine levels
of the fish were high.
Around... 600.
Yeah, 600ppm.
Scombrotoxin. Yeah.
It's often found
in poorly processed fish.
Scombrotoxin mimics
the symptoms
of anaphylactic shock.
Rashes, vomiting.
But whereas anaphylactic shock
can be fatal...
This isn't?
Maybe he ingested
the contaminated fish,
knowing that his symptoms
would look like anaphylaxis,
and all he'd need were
antihistamines to recover.
So what are we saying?
Someone's gone to great pains
to make this look like
an accident, but it was a hit.
To stop David and Fiona
from saying anything more.
Put me through to him.
It's David Mashaba.
No, he'll speak to me,
because if he doesn't,
I'll talk.
BEEPING
No genetic bar code
in Lewis Daley's sample.
So what, Fiona didn't make it?
It's legit?
Well, what did Chalal mean,
then?
I guess we might never know.
Has Boyle had any update
on Fiona's condition?
I beHeve she's still in a coma.
Nikki?
Chalal's phone is active.
Got a message from David.
"Injured. Not sure
how long I can hold out."
We know the area
from a call before that.
We need to go.
I'll meet you there.
Jack?
Be careful.
I'm always careful.
LINE RINGS
VOICEMAIL: This is Jack.
Leave a message.
Where are you, Jack?
I've called for backup,
but I can't see anyone yet.
Wait a sec.
David?
Oh, no!
No, no, no!
GUNSHOT
GROANS
GROANS
Oh, fuck!
GRUNTS
Jack! Jack!
Wasn't that the lorry driver?
Made a good recovery, hasn't he?
GROANS
LINE RINGS
Keep pressure on that.
VOICEMAIL:
You have one new message.
Hi, Tom. It's Nikki.
We keep missing each other.
Are you OK?
There's still no news on Sam.
Call me back.
I was glad
you wanted to see me again.
Please take a seat.
I'm a bit surprised you did.
I know it was all a shock.
Yeah.
I've been talking
to child services out there,
trying to get a bit more info,
and I've written down
a few numbers for you.
I'm sorry, Johnny,
I don't think I can do this.
There's just no point.
I know this is hard, Simone.
No, you don't get it.
I...
I don't think Aliyah would
want me raising her kids.
Turns out I'm the reason
she left home.
She blamed me
for the loss of our mum.
Look, sometimes it's easier
to blame someone...
...rather than just admit
that life can be chaotic.
I was just a child.
It's not really about you
any more, Simone.
Are you really gonna leave
those kids...
...never contact them
because a 16—year—old girl
didn't know
how to process her grief?
Johnny!
That's... that's not fair.
A few days ago, I believed
that Aliyah was dead,
and then I got told,
"Oh, maybe she's alive."
And now this.
Look, I know you're scared.
I'd be scared too.
But you can either hide
behind your fear,
or you can run towards it.
Your choice.
I'll see myself out.
Well, the years have been
kinder to you than me.
You're too kind, Sarge.
Thanks for coming, mate.
Means a lot.
Any time.
Is that the gun from yesterday?
Yep. Sure is.
Was that Johnny Campbell
I saw last night?
Uh, yeah.
He, um, found out
where my sister was.
Ah.
She passed away a year ago.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I don't even think I should be
allowed to be upset, you know?
Why? I lost her a long time ago.
She left behind two kids.
They're now in foster care.
Are you gonna see them?
No. They're all the way
in Trinidad.
Besides,
I don't think my sister
would want me in their lives.
What?
Probably better off without me.
No. No, no, that's not true.
When I was a kid,
I went missing.
What?
Yeah. Really?
Ran away. Really?
Oh, yeah. Mm—hm. Well, more like
I forgot to come home.
Where were you?
Beach.
Yeah, the priest at Sunday school
said this thing.
He said people were created
out of clay.
I thought that was a cool idea.
We lived near the coast,
so I figured sand was as
clay—like as I was gonna get.
So I spent all night
on the beach,
building the only thing
I really wanted.
Which was what?
A mum.
Didn't know
I was crazy, did you?
LAUGHS No.
Yeah. The police thought I was
with a mate, or something.
Dad wasn't having any of it.
He found me eventually.
I remember him running
across the mud,
hair all crazy, looking like
Finn McCool, or something.
Ah, clear.
Yeah.
Didn't get a mum, obviously,
but I realised I had someone
who would walk around all night,
in the cold and dark,
trying to find me.
That's all I need.
Yeah.
Yeah.
There's a single gunshot wound
to the head.
The entry wound
is on the frontal bone.
It was a contact wound
with the gun firmly held
to the head before firing.
He was shot
at point—blank range?
Yes.
Hence the presence
of a muzzle mark
on the overlying skin
as the gases from the gunshot
reflected back off
the hard tissue of the skull.
This forced the soft tissues
of the scalp
onto the muzzle itself,
causing the imprint.
It has all the hallmarks
of an execution.
Death is likely
to have been swift.
Lucky him.
It's difficult to be precise
about time of death,
as not all bodies start to cool
straight away.
The FME noted well—established
rigor mortis
in the finger and jaw joints
at the scene.
They estimate that David died
at least two hours
before you got there.
Two hours? But...
Well, w got to him
within an hour
of that message being sent.
So it couldn't have
come from David. And why
try and lure Jack there?
The fake DNA.
We're the only ones who had
access to the blood samples
with the genetic bar code.
We know too much.
I've been trying to trace
the lorry driver,
but there's nothing.
He used a fake name and ID
to register the vehicle.
Have you got no good news?
No. Nothing.
Nothing on the gun. No prints.
Nikki, I've done
all the usual tests
on Sam's envelope and label,
and I can't seem
to find anything.
I don't know.
I mean, I'll keep looking.
There must be a clue here
somewhere.
Chalal's phone records
have just come through.
Could you?
Ta.
Right, let's... let's check
David's last call, shall we?
PHONE DIALS
Right.
LINE RINGS
ON PHONE: Good morning. You're
through to Vigil Network.
Ethan Daley's office.
Sorry, wrong number.
Why would he choose
to call Ethan Daley
right before he died?
Maybe we've been looking
at this from the wrong angle.
I'm going to look at
Lewis's samples one more time.
I thought I should check
Lewis Daley's medical records
to see if there was anything
that we could run
our samples against.
They show he was
hepatitis C positive.
It's a virus
that affects the liver,
causing significant infections,
very often transmitted by blood
or other bodily fluids.
But when I tested the blood
found under Lewis's
stepmother's fingernails
for hep C antibodies
and core antigens,
it was negative.
No hep C present.
So you were right, then.
Fiona did create
another fake DNA sample,
and the evidence against
Lewis Daley was fabricated.
And that must have been
what BS Chatat
was trying to tell us.
But why would Fiona do that?
Besides,
you told us those samples don't
have a genetic bar code thing.
I don't know.
I guess it's possible
that this time she knew
it was being used
for illegal purposes
and took the bar code out?
David must have known
who it was for.
The last call he made
was to Ethan Daley.
OK. So Ethan Daley
was the name that David
and Fiona were going to give
when they reached
the safe house?
David called him later
to blackmail him for help?
Wait. You're suggesting that
Ethan Daley killed his wife
and then asked Fiona
to fake his son's DNA? Why?
Who knows?
But if you can kill your wife,
you can frame your son.
Listen, you can prove
Lewis Daley wasn't responsible
for his step mum's murder,
but you can't prove
Ethan Daley was.
This guy, he's the founder
of Vigil Network.
The Government's invested
millions in him.
The politics of this thing...
We can't go swinging for him
unless we're sure.
Then you have to get help...
...from the highest level.
SIGHS
What's the ESDA machine for?
Well, I'm still examining
the envelope label.
It's shown up a few imprints,
one of which looks to be
Oliver Meehan's phone number.
Ah. Anything else?
Uh...
Not yet.
But I'll keep checking.
INTERCOM BUZZES.
You realise
what you're suggesting?
Ethan Daley runs the most
successful surveillance
and monitoring system in the
country. And for Vigil
to work effectively,
it needs to know as much
about the people it's surveilling as
possible. Data is the new currency.
Daley wanted to buy up
as much as he could.
And with the help
of David Mashaba,
he could have bought himself
illegal access
to Unitas's biometric data.
Their health passports.
That's why Daley wanted
control of Unitas.
Which is why, when the Health
Secretary wanted to block
their contract...
Ethan Daley had her killed.
And then framed Tom
with the help of Fiona.
In her police interview,
Fiona said that,
unless she engineered
forensic samples,
her funding would be withdrawn.
And in his interview,
David hinted at taking money
from an undeclared backer
to fund Unitas.
We don't know
that backer was Daley.
Daley is rich enough
to fund Fiona's research,
support Unitas,
and his business interests
give him motive to want
the Health Secretary dead.
If we're right, he's targeting
everyone connected to the case.
We have enough grounds
to interview him,
and I'd like Nikki and Jack
to do a forensic sweep
of his house again.
If there's even a chance that
Daley was involved, then...
OK.
OK, I'll speak to
the Home Secretary immediately.
Thank you.
And what about Sam Ryan?
Simone, do you want to give
your update?
Yeah, sure.
I've been trying to examine
the imprints
that I found
on this envelope label
that we believe
came from Sam Ryan.
I've got some of my officers
going over
to Ethan Daley's house.
Nikki, Jack, let's go. You good?
Yeah, go ahead.
Anything in it?
Well, this here is
Oliver Meehan's phone number,
but apart from that,
I'm not sure what
Mitchell 13 refers to.
Trying to find out
if it's important.
OK.
Thanks anyway. Yeah, no worries.
LINE RINGS
Hi. You've reached the voicemail
of Dr Nikki Alexander.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
CAR DOOR LOCKS BEEP
How did you find me?
Delighted to see you alive,
Professor Ryan.
I don't think you are.
I know, Oscar.
You know what?
Daley needed someone
in government
to lobby for Vigil.
You greased the right palms,
and in return...
How much have you made so far?
Much more than an adviser
would make in a lifetime.
RUSTUNG.
You can't prove my involvement.
Everyone thinks
Daley was working alone,
and I'm going to make sure
that it stays that way.
You should have left this
all alone.
I'd think twice
before shooting me.
I've no evidence
to link you to Daley,
but I have got myself
an insurance policy.
Oliver Me eh an, he discovered
that Vigil was corrupt,
and when you tried to set me up
to meet with Daley,
I realised you were, too.
So I had to act fast
and get off your radar.
Buy myself enough time
so I could learn
about Fiona's science.
And let's face it, Oscar,
I was more than qualified
to manufacture
my own disappearance.
You see, I already had your DNA.
I fabricated your samples.
My death will trigger
their release
to an ongoing
murder investigation.
It's only a matter of time
before they haul you in, Oscar.
You wouldn't do that.
Compromise a case
with false evidence.
An attempt on my husband's life.
My stepson dead.
My daughter—in—law in a coma.
I think I'm capable
of doing anything right now.
HARRIS: It takes
a certain type of ambition
to frame an innocent man.
Tom Faulkner for the death
of the Health Secretary.
Lewis Daley, when I had
his stepmother killed.
I think you're bluffing.
You're going to recall
those samples now.
No.
Really?
You're willing to die for this?
Try me.
GUNSHOT
GROANS
SOFTLY: Oh, my God.
Wait.
Tom's in there
and he's got a gun.
He's just shot someone.
You made the Health Secretary
go to Liverpool, didn't you?
For the Unitas launch.
You told me as much in the cafe.
It's why
I've been following you.
You sent Alice Reynolds there
to die.
Then you set me up.
Left me to rot in prison
for the rest of my life.
You were even willing
to tear down
the integrity of DNA evidence,
just to line your pockets.
Well, it ends here.
Now.
Tom, don't!
Alice Reynolds,
Oliver Me eh an, Dan Clements,
Rosa Hernandez —
He's responsible.
No—one else needs to die, Tom.
He should face justice
the proper way.
There'll be armed police here
any minute.
He'll get away with it.
We've spent so long trying
to prove you're not a killer.
Don't undo that now.
Please, Tom.
Please.
SIRENS APPROACH
They arrested Daley.
He was trying to leave
the country.
Thank God for that.
I knew he was next
on Oscar's list.
Very impressive work,
tracking me down.
Not even Vigil could find me.
Well, you did a great job
of staying off their radar,
hiding out here.
But if you didn't want me
to find you,
you should've used
a different notepad...
...for your envelope label?
Is that how you found me?
Yeah. Good old ESDA.
Ran it through the machine
and it showed
the words "Mitchell 13".
I figured out that was one
of your early UN postmortems.
That you did right here.
Did you share Mitchell 13
with Oscar, by any chance?
Yeah, I did.
No wonder he was here first.
He was across that case.
So sorry. I didn't...
Listen, you've nothing
to be sorry for.
Coming up here by yourself,
not knowing
what you'd find inside.
I was just doing my job.
That's the kind of mad thing
I used to do back in the day.
I miss it sometimes.
Do you?
Hmm.
Why did you leave the Lyell,
then?
Because my son, Joe,
was going through a bad time,
and I needed to be
there for him.
Thanks.
How do you think it went?
As well
as we could have expected.
Fiona's stem cell work
will continue
with minimal restrictions.
I doubt they understood
the finer details
of mutations and stem cells.
It doesn't matter,
as long as they do understand
we have found a test
that identifies legitimate
samples from fake ones.
And will hopefully protect
the integrity of DNA evidence
for good.
Have you heard they've set
a date for Ethan Daley's trial?
And Vigil's being dismantled?
You don't look very happy
about that.
We've stopped Ethan Daley,
but how long until
the next person comes along
and tries to do the same thing?
Another Oscar Harris
who grabs the opportunity
to line his pockets.
We're all still sharing
our data freely
with no real idea
of how it's being used.
I mean, look at you.
You set up Unitas
with such good intentions,
and look how easily
that was corrupted.
We can't expect people
to stop sharing their data.
We need to find a way
to make sure
that the people who control it
can be held to account.
You sound like Tom.
Maybe he got that right.
FOOTSTEPS
Didn't expect to see you again,
Sam.
I was just on my way
to the hospital to visit Fiona
and I couldn't resist
popping in to say goodbye.
Very thoughtful of you.
I mean to this place.
NIKKI CHUCKLES.
How did it go today?
Uh... It went well.
Although I think the committee
were pretty surprised.
Not sure how pleased
they were about it.
And what's next for you?
Apparently, there's an opening
for a special adviser
at the National Crime Agency.
There's no point
in standing still.
Can't tempt you back here?
This place was my family
for such a long time,
but I've got a new one now.
And speaking of which,
I must go.
If I ever need a team again,
well...
...you guys are still
my number one.
You can call on us any time.
It's been an absolute pleasure.
NIKKI: Hmm.
Give my regards to Simone.
Will do.
Oh, Christ! Simone!
What time is it?
Oh, yes.
OVER TANNOY: Please have
your passports
and boarding passes
ready for inspection.
See her?
There she is. Simone!
Simone!
Oh, sorry! Sorry, I'm so sorry.
Guys! We said no goodbyes.
This isn't goodbye.
It's good luck.
Oi!
How are you feeling
about it all? Hmm?
Well, I thought
I'd feel more terrified, but...
I don't know,
I woke up this morning
and I just feel really light,
you know?
I realised I could carry
all of this stuff,
all of this guilt
around with me for ever,
or I could choose not to punish
myself and let it go.
We all deserve that, don't we?
Life's too short to live
in the past, eh?
I wish I'd had you around
when I was growing up.
Oh, I just hope
I'm a good auntie.
You'll be grand.
You always are.
OVER TANNOY: This is
the final call for flight...
All right, all right, she's coming.
Go, go. I'll call you. Go!
Take care. Hope it goes well.
I'm proud of her.
Nothing's more important
than family, right?
That's it.
So... what's next?
Home?
Yours or mine?
Not your house of horrors.
Oh...
That's fair.
Just needs a bit of love,
like the rest of us.
Hmm?
Come on.
Come on!
PHONE BEEPS
You all right?
What is this?
That's not your phone.
What?
Step to the back of the room.
Your solicitor's here.
Don't worry, Oscar.
It's all over now.
wife, Fiona.
The Home Office's golden boy is
obviously Ethan Daley, behind Vigil.
Vigil finds a link
you didn't know was there.
We know there are concerns
in Cabinet over your suitability
to continue handling
the health passport programme.
I have worked so hard
to give you everything
you ever wanted.
DALEY: Oh, my God!
Is that my wife? Is that Helen?
We've arrested your son,
Mr Daley.
Dad. Lewis. What did he do?
Aliyah was my sister.
You did investigate
her disappearance,
so I just wanted to know
what happened to her.
Sometimes people just
don't want to be found.
I'd say we need to get
our accounts in alignment.
What are you worried about?
HARRIS: DNA was recovered from
a cartridge left by the assassin.
That DNA belongs to Tom Faulkner.
Who is Tom Faulkner to you,
apart from your ex—husband?
I think they're blood samples
that were
being manipulated
to plant as evidence.
No—one would have taken it,
would they?
You've proved that fabricated DNA
samples exist.
What will happen to Tom now?
Well, the charges against him
will be dropped
and he will be released
in due course.
I hear Sam came to see you.
I put her in touch
with a journalist. Oliver Me eh an.
MEEHAN: Allegations
of DNA manipulation
in the case of the Health
Secretary's assassination.
Oh, son.
What the hell have you done?
NIKKI: I think she took one
of Tom's fabricated blood vials
from the Lyell a few weeks ago.
It arrived in the post
this morning.
And you think Sam sent it? Yeah.
I do. Then, where is she?
You started to suspect
the sample you created framed
an innocent man, though.
And you still said nothing?
People were dying all around us.
David Mashaba can tell us
who ordered the Health
Secretary's assassination.
Just go and sort out a safe house
for the pair of them, will you?
And transport them in the morning.
CHALAL: Whoever's been
backing you is still out there.
DAVID: I'm not going to say
anything more,
not until I get
guaranteed protection
for me and my wife.
Ethan Daley's son was...
Watch out!
HORN BLARES
Martine?
RADIO COMMS
OVER RADIO: Oscar 4—0.
Oscar 4—0.
Are you receiving? Over.
Oscar 4—0. Oscar 4—0.
Come in, please.
Fiona...
Fiona.
Fiona, come on.
Fiona?
No, no, no, no, no, no! Fiona!
Fiona! Look at me!
SIREN WAILS
Look at me!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up.
SOBBING: Fiona, wake up.
PANTING
SI RENS APPROACH
Did you call an ambulance?
Yeah, yeah, I'm on it now. Hello?
HE SOBS
Ambulance, please.
Yes.
♪ Testator silens
♪ Costestes e spiritu
♪ Silencium
♪ Testator silens. ♪
SIREN WAILS
OVER RADIO: Female, early 305,
involved in RTC.
GCS is 3. Head injury.
ETA approximately ten minutes.
So, what,
David just disappeared?
Took off after the crash.
What kind of person just leaves
their pregnant wife for dead?
A desperate one.
Are we OK to approach the car?
Detective Superintendent Boyle?
Uh... yeah.
OFFICER: No, I'm sorry,
but you can't come through here.
How's the lorry driver?
He's... Whoa!
No. Hang on, hang on.
No. I need to talk to him.
It'll have to wait. He's in
no fit state to be questioned.
No! That's my DS
dead in that car.
He's just killed
a serving police officer.
Does it look like
he did it on purpose?
I tried...
I tried to stop the lorry. I did.
Are you satisfied?
Does Jomo know?
Yeah.
Said he'll co—operate
in any way he can.
Just wants us to keep him
up—to—date with any news on David.
How's it going?
Well, there's
a bit of blood spatter...
...and a lot of... Vomit?
Yeah. I get all the best jobs.
Do you reckon he'll make it,
the driver?
Don't know. They think
it's anaphylactic shock.
Hmm.
Explains this.
EpiPen. Maybe he was trying
to inject himself
while driving. Yeah.
You just hanging around for fun?
Tachograph.
BEEPING
The data from this will tell us
everything about
the minutes leading up
to the collision, hopefully.
Do you think she suffered?
Let's wait until we do the PM.
She should never have been
in that car, Nikki.
I was being a total...
She was my DS.
I should have
looked out for her.
On the phone, she was trying
to tell me
something about Ethan Daley's son?
Do you know anything about that?
I heard it was
an open—and—shut case.
The boy's claiming his innocence,
but his blood was found
under his step mum's fingernails.
Boss.
I can't find it.
Have you double—checked? Everywhere.
Chalal's phone's gone missing.
But she was calling me when they...
David...
I need a phone pinged for location.
No, now.
HE PANTS
If that's the envelope
Sam Ryan sent Tom Faulkner's
blood sample in,
staring at it won't give you
any more answers, I'm afraid.
It's the only thing we have
that might link us to Sam.
Finding Sam's the key to this.
Chalal's body is ready for you,
by the way.
Can I take a look at it?
Sure, be my guest.
Testing the driver's vomit?
Yep!
It's pretty decomposed,
so I'm just checking
the histamine levels.
Regurgitated chicken
not glamorous enough for you?
It's fish.
And, no, it's not.
What do you make of this?
What is it? Tachograph report.
Lorry's doing average speed
until, what, 09:34?
About the time
that Chalal rang Nikki.
Mm—hm. And then...
It speeds up. It speeds up.
And not only that —.
Tire tracks at the scene show
no signs of emergency braking
before the police car swerved.
But the driver said
that he was trying to stop.
Yeah, he did, didn't he?
Tom Faulkner?
Oscar Harris.
Number 10 Special Adviser.
I helped with your release.
Can I have a word?
This is bollocks.
You knew it was
a condition of your release.
I assumed I'd be signing
some kind of nondisclosure,
but not the Official Secrets Act.
I know, it's not ideal.
Ideal? If I sign it,
I'm agreeing to keep schtum
about all this,
all the faked DNA.
It was the best I could do
to get you out.
So no justice, then?
For anyone?
Me, Dan, Me eh an, Sam.
The bloody Health Secretary?
You think I'm happy about this?
I worked with Alice Reynolds
at the Department for Health
for two years.
She was only in Liverpool
because of me.
And I get it — you want justice.
But you have to be realistic.
We can't take any chances
that this will leak.
You know the risk
this would pose to the public.
The damage it would do.
Thousands of convictions
overturned.
Murderers and rapists,
free to walk the streets.
Thank you.
If there's anything you need
or I can help you with...
I don't need anyone's help.
The cause of death
was the head injury.
There was fresh
external bruising
on the scalp consistent
in size and appearance
with impact
from a scaffolding pole.
Internally,
DS Chalal had a traumatic
intracranial haemorrhage.
She would probably, hopefully,
have lost consciousness
on impact, but...
...it's likely she was alive
for some minutes after.
On the phone,
when Chalal said that
Fiona didn't just do it once,
and she mentioned
Ethan Daley's son...
...what if she meant
that Fiona had copied
and fabricated DNA again?
Yeah, but you can't ask
a comatose woman
what she did or didn't do.
Hang on,
is this what you were talking
about earlier with Lewis Daley?
I can't see what else
Chalal would've meant.
I think she was trying
to tell us that Lewis Daley
has been framed for the murder
of his stepmother.
I'd test Lewis Daley's samples
found at the crime scene,
but we'd need clearance.
No. That's above my pay grade.
It was above Chalal's, too.
You said you should have
looked out for her.
Now's your chance.
I'll call the lab.
PHONE BEEPS
VOICEMAIL: You have
a forwarded voice text.
Your wife paid the price
for having
a loose tongue, Ethan.
I really don't want
our relationship
to end the same way.
Gran?
Are you sure you want me
to dig up that holly bush?
It's so stubborn!
This man was looking for you.
Oh. I told you
to leave it, Simone.
I didn't know
he was coming to the house.
You'd better see what he wants.
Hi, Johnny.
Please come in. Can I offer you
a tea or coffee?
Er, no. No, thank you. OK.
Um...
I have news.
OK.
Have you...?
Have you found her?
I found an old address for her.
Abroad.
Trinidad.
Her and two kids.
She's a mum.
She's got Cleo, who's four,
and Grace is two.
I'm afraid they're not
at that address any more.
Oh, well, maybe we can speak
to the neighbours
and see where they've moved to,
or...?
What is it?
Johnny?
There was a boating accident.
Last March.
I'm afraid she drowned...
...saving the children.
What?
They're in care.
I think you need to leave,
Detective.
Aye.
Call me if there's anything
I can do to help, Simone.
I'm so sorry.
Gosh...
Those kids deserve to have
a proper childhood.
Like the one you gave me.
Full of laughter and love
and fun.
We could give that to them.
They should know
that they have a family.
No, Simi.
Yes, I can call Johnny Campbell
and we can...
Simi, she wouldn't want you
anywhere near her children.
What do you mean?
She could never forgive you
for what happened to your mum.
Because your mum died
in childbirth having you,
Aliyah always blamed you.
She was a teenager and in pain.
She wasn't very kind to you,
Simone.
How...?
I don't want to get into that
but there was nothing I could
do to make her change
how she felt towards you.
In a way...
...I was relieved when she left.
And she left because of me?
She had a lot going on.
Just... Why didn't you
tell me this, Gran?
I didn't want you
to feel hurt any more.
I just wanted to protect you.
I've always...
...tried to protect you.
I know.
I know you have, Gran,
but staying quiet
all of this time...
...that wasn't right.
Do you have a safe place
to meet?
A delivery for you
from Wolf son Pathology.
Oh. Must be the samples
found on the body
of Ethan Daley's wife.
Who would want to frame
Lewis Daley?
You're not gonna believe this.
What? I just spoke
to St James's Hospital.
Robert Jones, the lorry driver,
he's gone.
What? How is that physically
even possible?
We saw him at the crash.
He was half dead.
Do we know anything about him?
Er, yeah, I took a sample
of the vomit from the scene.
The histamine levels
of the fish were high.
Around... 600.
Yeah, 600ppm.
Scombrotoxin. Yeah.
It's often found
in poorly processed fish.
Scombrotoxin mimics
the symptoms
of anaphylactic shock.
Rashes, vomiting.
But whereas anaphylactic shock
can be fatal...
This isn't?
Maybe he ingested
the contaminated fish,
knowing that his symptoms
would look like anaphylaxis,
and all he'd need were
antihistamines to recover.
So what are we saying?
Someone's gone to great pains
to make this look like
an accident, but it was a hit.
To stop David and Fiona
from saying anything more.
Put me through to him.
It's David Mashaba.
No, he'll speak to me,
because if he doesn't,
I'll talk.
BEEPING
No genetic bar code
in Lewis Daley's sample.
So what, Fiona didn't make it?
It's legit?
Well, what did Chalal mean,
then?
I guess we might never know.
Has Boyle had any update
on Fiona's condition?
I beHeve she's still in a coma.
Nikki?
Chalal's phone is active.
Got a message from David.
"Injured. Not sure
how long I can hold out."
We know the area
from a call before that.
We need to go.
I'll meet you there.
Jack?
Be careful.
I'm always careful.
LINE RINGS
VOICEMAIL: This is Jack.
Leave a message.
Where are you, Jack?
I've called for backup,
but I can't see anyone yet.
Wait a sec.
David?
Oh, no!
No, no, no!
GUNSHOT
GROANS
GROANS
Oh, fuck!
GRUNTS
Jack! Jack!
Wasn't that the lorry driver?
Made a good recovery, hasn't he?
GROANS
LINE RINGS
Keep pressure on that.
VOICEMAIL:
You have one new message.
Hi, Tom. It's Nikki.
We keep missing each other.
Are you OK?
There's still no news on Sam.
Call me back.
I was glad
you wanted to see me again.
Please take a seat.
I'm a bit surprised you did.
I know it was all a shock.
Yeah.
I've been talking
to child services out there,
trying to get a bit more info,
and I've written down
a few numbers for you.
I'm sorry, Johnny,
I don't think I can do this.
There's just no point.
I know this is hard, Simone.
No, you don't get it.
I...
I don't think Aliyah would
want me raising her kids.
Turns out I'm the reason
she left home.
She blamed me
for the loss of our mum.
Look, sometimes it's easier
to blame someone...
...rather than just admit
that life can be chaotic.
I was just a child.
It's not really about you
any more, Simone.
Are you really gonna leave
those kids...
...never contact them
because a 16—year—old girl
didn't know
how to process her grief?
Johnny!
That's... that's not fair.
A few days ago, I believed
that Aliyah was dead,
and then I got told,
"Oh, maybe she's alive."
And now this.
Look, I know you're scared.
I'd be scared too.
But you can either hide
behind your fear,
or you can run towards it.
Your choice.
I'll see myself out.
Well, the years have been
kinder to you than me.
You're too kind, Sarge.
Thanks for coming, mate.
Means a lot.
Any time.
Is that the gun from yesterday?
Yep. Sure is.
Was that Johnny Campbell
I saw last night?
Uh, yeah.
He, um, found out
where my sister was.
Ah.
She passed away a year ago.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I don't even think I should be
allowed to be upset, you know?
Why? I lost her a long time ago.
She left behind two kids.
They're now in foster care.
Are you gonna see them?
No. They're all the way
in Trinidad.
Besides,
I don't think my sister
would want me in their lives.
What?
Probably better off without me.
No. No, no, that's not true.
When I was a kid,
I went missing.
What?
Yeah. Really?
Ran away. Really?
Oh, yeah. Mm—hm. Well, more like
I forgot to come home.
Where were you?
Beach.
Yeah, the priest at Sunday school
said this thing.
He said people were created
out of clay.
I thought that was a cool idea.
We lived near the coast,
so I figured sand was as
clay—like as I was gonna get.
So I spent all night
on the beach,
building the only thing
I really wanted.
Which was what?
A mum.
Didn't know
I was crazy, did you?
LAUGHS No.
Yeah. The police thought I was
with a mate, or something.
Dad wasn't having any of it.
He found me eventually.
I remember him running
across the mud,
hair all crazy, looking like
Finn McCool, or something.
Ah, clear.
Yeah.
Didn't get a mum, obviously,
but I realised I had someone
who would walk around all night,
in the cold and dark,
trying to find me.
That's all I need.
Yeah.
Yeah.
There's a single gunshot wound
to the head.
The entry wound
is on the frontal bone.
It was a contact wound
with the gun firmly held
to the head before firing.
He was shot
at point—blank range?
Yes.
Hence the presence
of a muzzle mark
on the overlying skin
as the gases from the gunshot
reflected back off
the hard tissue of the skull.
This forced the soft tissues
of the scalp
onto the muzzle itself,
causing the imprint.
It has all the hallmarks
of an execution.
Death is likely
to have been swift.
Lucky him.
It's difficult to be precise
about time of death,
as not all bodies start to cool
straight away.
The FME noted well—established
rigor mortis
in the finger and jaw joints
at the scene.
They estimate that David died
at least two hours
before you got there.
Two hours? But...
Well, w got to him
within an hour
of that message being sent.
So it couldn't have
come from David. And why
try and lure Jack there?
The fake DNA.
We're the only ones who had
access to the blood samples
with the genetic bar code.
We know too much.
I've been trying to trace
the lorry driver,
but there's nothing.
He used a fake name and ID
to register the vehicle.
Have you got no good news?
No. Nothing.
Nothing on the gun. No prints.
Nikki, I've done
all the usual tests
on Sam's envelope and label,
and I can't seem
to find anything.
I don't know.
I mean, I'll keep looking.
There must be a clue here
somewhere.
Chalal's phone records
have just come through.
Could you?
Ta.
Right, let's... let's check
David's last call, shall we?
PHONE DIALS
Right.
LINE RINGS
ON PHONE: Good morning. You're
through to Vigil Network.
Ethan Daley's office.
Sorry, wrong number.
Why would he choose
to call Ethan Daley
right before he died?
Maybe we've been looking
at this from the wrong angle.
I'm going to look at
Lewis's samples one more time.
I thought I should check
Lewis Daley's medical records
to see if there was anything
that we could run
our samples against.
They show he was
hepatitis C positive.
It's a virus
that affects the liver,
causing significant infections,
very often transmitted by blood
or other bodily fluids.
But when I tested the blood
found under Lewis's
stepmother's fingernails
for hep C antibodies
and core antigens,
it was negative.
No hep C present.
So you were right, then.
Fiona did create
another fake DNA sample,
and the evidence against
Lewis Daley was fabricated.
And that must have been
what BS Chatat
was trying to tell us.
But why would Fiona do that?
Besides,
you told us those samples don't
have a genetic bar code thing.
I don't know.
I guess it's possible
that this time she knew
it was being used
for illegal purposes
and took the bar code out?
David must have known
who it was for.
The last call he made
was to Ethan Daley.
OK. So Ethan Daley
was the name that David
and Fiona were going to give
when they reached
the safe house?
David called him later
to blackmail him for help?
Wait. You're suggesting that
Ethan Daley killed his wife
and then asked Fiona
to fake his son's DNA? Why?
Who knows?
But if you can kill your wife,
you can frame your son.
Listen, you can prove
Lewis Daley wasn't responsible
for his step mum's murder,
but you can't prove
Ethan Daley was.
This guy, he's the founder
of Vigil Network.
The Government's invested
millions in him.
The politics of this thing...
We can't go swinging for him
unless we're sure.
Then you have to get help...
...from the highest level.
SIGHS
What's the ESDA machine for?
Well, I'm still examining
the envelope label.
It's shown up a few imprints,
one of which looks to be
Oliver Meehan's phone number.
Ah. Anything else?
Uh...
Not yet.
But I'll keep checking.
INTERCOM BUZZES.
You realise
what you're suggesting?
Ethan Daley runs the most
successful surveillance
and monitoring system in the
country. And for Vigil
to work effectively,
it needs to know as much
about the people it's surveilling as
possible. Data is the new currency.
Daley wanted to buy up
as much as he could.
And with the help
of David Mashaba,
he could have bought himself
illegal access
to Unitas's biometric data.
Their health passports.
That's why Daley wanted
control of Unitas.
Which is why, when the Health
Secretary wanted to block
their contract...
Ethan Daley had her killed.
And then framed Tom
with the help of Fiona.
In her police interview,
Fiona said that,
unless she engineered
forensic samples,
her funding would be withdrawn.
And in his interview,
David hinted at taking money
from an undeclared backer
to fund Unitas.
We don't know
that backer was Daley.
Daley is rich enough
to fund Fiona's research,
support Unitas,
and his business interests
give him motive to want
the Health Secretary dead.
If we're right, he's targeting
everyone connected to the case.
We have enough grounds
to interview him,
and I'd like Nikki and Jack
to do a forensic sweep
of his house again.
If there's even a chance that
Daley was involved, then...
OK.
OK, I'll speak to
the Home Secretary immediately.
Thank you.
And what about Sam Ryan?
Simone, do you want to give
your update?
Yeah, sure.
I've been trying to examine
the imprints
that I found
on this envelope label
that we believe
came from Sam Ryan.
I've got some of my officers
going over
to Ethan Daley's house.
Nikki, Jack, let's go. You good?
Yeah, go ahead.
Anything in it?
Well, this here is
Oliver Meehan's phone number,
but apart from that,
I'm not sure what
Mitchell 13 refers to.
Trying to find out
if it's important.
OK.
Thanks anyway. Yeah, no worries.
LINE RINGS
Hi. You've reached the voicemail
of Dr Nikki Alexander.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
CAR DOOR LOCKS BEEP
How did you find me?
Delighted to see you alive,
Professor Ryan.
I don't think you are.
I know, Oscar.
You know what?
Daley needed someone
in government
to lobby for Vigil.
You greased the right palms,
and in return...
How much have you made so far?
Much more than an adviser
would make in a lifetime.
RUSTUNG.
You can't prove my involvement.
Everyone thinks
Daley was working alone,
and I'm going to make sure
that it stays that way.
You should have left this
all alone.
I'd think twice
before shooting me.
I've no evidence
to link you to Daley,
but I have got myself
an insurance policy.
Oliver Me eh an, he discovered
that Vigil was corrupt,
and when you tried to set me up
to meet with Daley,
I realised you were, too.
So I had to act fast
and get off your radar.
Buy myself enough time
so I could learn
about Fiona's science.
And let's face it, Oscar,
I was more than qualified
to manufacture
my own disappearance.
You see, I already had your DNA.
I fabricated your samples.
My death will trigger
their release
to an ongoing
murder investigation.
It's only a matter of time
before they haul you in, Oscar.
You wouldn't do that.
Compromise a case
with false evidence.
An attempt on my husband's life.
My stepson dead.
My daughter—in—law in a coma.
I think I'm capable
of doing anything right now.
HARRIS: It takes
a certain type of ambition
to frame an innocent man.
Tom Faulkner for the death
of the Health Secretary.
Lewis Daley, when I had
his stepmother killed.
I think you're bluffing.
You're going to recall
those samples now.
No.
Really?
You're willing to die for this?
Try me.
GUNSHOT
GROANS
SOFTLY: Oh, my God.
Wait.
Tom's in there
and he's got a gun.
He's just shot someone.
You made the Health Secretary
go to Liverpool, didn't you?
For the Unitas launch.
You told me as much in the cafe.
It's why
I've been following you.
You sent Alice Reynolds there
to die.
Then you set me up.
Left me to rot in prison
for the rest of my life.
You were even willing
to tear down
the integrity of DNA evidence,
just to line your pockets.
Well, it ends here.
Now.
Tom, don't!
Alice Reynolds,
Oliver Me eh an, Dan Clements,
Rosa Hernandez —
He's responsible.
No—one else needs to die, Tom.
He should face justice
the proper way.
There'll be armed police here
any minute.
He'll get away with it.
We've spent so long trying
to prove you're not a killer.
Don't undo that now.
Please, Tom.
Please.
SIRENS APPROACH
They arrested Daley.
He was trying to leave
the country.
Thank God for that.
I knew he was next
on Oscar's list.
Very impressive work,
tracking me down.
Not even Vigil could find me.
Well, you did a great job
of staying off their radar,
hiding out here.
But if you didn't want me
to find you,
you should've used
a different notepad...
...for your envelope label?
Is that how you found me?
Yeah. Good old ESDA.
Ran it through the machine
and it showed
the words "Mitchell 13".
I figured out that was one
of your early UN postmortems.
That you did right here.
Did you share Mitchell 13
with Oscar, by any chance?
Yeah, I did.
No wonder he was here first.
He was across that case.
So sorry. I didn't...
Listen, you've nothing
to be sorry for.
Coming up here by yourself,
not knowing
what you'd find inside.
I was just doing my job.
That's the kind of mad thing
I used to do back in the day.
I miss it sometimes.
Do you?
Hmm.
Why did you leave the Lyell,
then?
Because my son, Joe,
was going through a bad time,
and I needed to be
there for him.
Thanks.
How do you think it went?
As well
as we could have expected.
Fiona's stem cell work
will continue
with minimal restrictions.
I doubt they understood
the finer details
of mutations and stem cells.
It doesn't matter,
as long as they do understand
we have found a test
that identifies legitimate
samples from fake ones.
And will hopefully protect
the integrity of DNA evidence
for good.
Have you heard they've set
a date for Ethan Daley's trial?
And Vigil's being dismantled?
You don't look very happy
about that.
We've stopped Ethan Daley,
but how long until
the next person comes along
and tries to do the same thing?
Another Oscar Harris
who grabs the opportunity
to line his pockets.
We're all still sharing
our data freely
with no real idea
of how it's being used.
I mean, look at you.
You set up Unitas
with such good intentions,
and look how easily
that was corrupted.
We can't expect people
to stop sharing their data.
We need to find a way
to make sure
that the people who control it
can be held to account.
You sound like Tom.
Maybe he got that right.
FOOTSTEPS
Didn't expect to see you again,
Sam.
I was just on my way
to the hospital to visit Fiona
and I couldn't resist
popping in to say goodbye.
Very thoughtful of you.
I mean to this place.
NIKKI CHUCKLES.
How did it go today?
Uh... It went well.
Although I think the committee
were pretty surprised.
Not sure how pleased
they were about it.
And what's next for you?
Apparently, there's an opening
for a special adviser
at the National Crime Agency.
There's no point
in standing still.
Can't tempt you back here?
This place was my family
for such a long time,
but I've got a new one now.
And speaking of which,
I must go.
If I ever need a team again,
well...
...you guys are still
my number one.
You can call on us any time.
It's been an absolute pleasure.
NIKKI: Hmm.
Give my regards to Simone.
Will do.
Oh, Christ! Simone!
What time is it?
Oh, yes.
OVER TANNOY: Please have
your passports
and boarding passes
ready for inspection.
See her?
There she is. Simone!
Simone!
Oh, sorry! Sorry, I'm so sorry.
Guys! We said no goodbyes.
This isn't goodbye.
It's good luck.
Oi!
How are you feeling
about it all? Hmm?
Well, I thought
I'd feel more terrified, but...
I don't know,
I woke up this morning
and I just feel really light,
you know?
I realised I could carry
all of this stuff,
all of this guilt
around with me for ever,
or I could choose not to punish
myself and let it go.
We all deserve that, don't we?
Life's too short to live
in the past, eh?
I wish I'd had you around
when I was growing up.
Oh, I just hope
I'm a good auntie.
You'll be grand.
You always are.
OVER TANNOY: This is
the final call for flight...
All right, all right, she's coming.
Go, go. I'll call you. Go!
Take care. Hope it goes well.
I'm proud of her.
Nothing's more important
than family, right?
That's it.
So... what's next?
Home?
Yours or mine?
Not your house of horrors.
Oh...
That's fair.
Just needs a bit of love,
like the rest of us.
Hmm?
Come on.
Come on!
PHONE BEEPS
You all right?
What is this?
That's not your phone.
What?
Step to the back of the room.
Your solicitor's here.
Don't worry, Oscar.
It's all over now.