The Body Farm (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
A severed hand is found in grounds belonging to reclusive ex-tycoon Harold Penton and Hale suspects it belongs to Sam Villiers,a teen-aged employee who disappeared after complaining of sexual assault by Penton though,when the corpse is discovered, dental records show the victim to be drug-addicted rent boy Jason Quinn,who shared Sam's squat and was his lover. Penton's butler West is excessively protective of his employer and,to gain access to the old man,Eve and Hale need the assistance of his doctor - whose presence eventually helps solve the killing.
Release, that's what we long for...
an end to our craving...
which death, perhaps, will provide.
Until then, we are locked into our
bodies, consumed by what we lack...
at the mercy of ourselves
and of each other.
Release, that's what we long for.
What? Am I for you?
Are you the one who wants it?
Or are you taking me to
someone else?
Postman Pat.
Sorry, Pat.
Your name's not down on the list.
Detective Inspector Hale.
Hale!
Right.
You brought me a present!
Thought I'd give you a hand.
You should have left it where it was.
That's what I told the woman
whose dog dug it up in the woods.
She brought it into the nick.
I've been up there with the Scene
Of Crime guys - nothing else.
Thief, chopped his hand off.
But he's still alive -
severance postmortem.
Good. Male or female?
I'd say male and weeks. Implement?
Chainsaw, hacksaw, jigsaw?
No, unserrated.
Axe?
Could be, yeah.
Sharp force, trauma and crushing.
Do you want to do the DNA?
Yeah, sure.
Have you got
the coordinates of the find site?
Yeah.
I'll do that geodata
and I'll get it up on screen.
OK, the hand has been degloved.
Outer skin's gone - no fingerprints.
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When you've got that much money,
you live outside the law,
outside of society, or at least...
you think you can.
He's locked himself away in there for
the last 20 years. Total recluse.
Conducts all his business on the
phone.
What's wrong with that?
All right, here it is.
Three months ago, an 18-year-old boy,
Sam Villiers, worked in the grounds,
reported that he'd been sexually
assaulted
by Harold Penton. The next day,
suddenly drops the charges...
then he disappears.
And you think that's his hand?
Well, we can't trace him.
Where are we going?
Mate, you don't want me
to look at you,
I won't look at you.
We've got a positive on narcotics.
There's a speck of heroin
deep under his fingernail.
Sam Villiers could have been a user.
Dealer. A drug dealer.
Rival gang dismembered him
and then to avoid detection they
scatter his body over ten counties.
Stick with the material, Oggy.
Why ten?
Two hands, two feet, two arms, two
legs, torso, head - ten.
Right
The older punctures look vulpine.
Fox.
See, he's cleverer than he pretends
to be.
Foxes bury food.
How far would they go
before they buried the food?
Not far. Probable radius...
less than a kilometre.
I'll get the warrant.
And let's go and see Mr Penton.
If you loved me you'd go.
You'll be back in no time.
No time.
He sounds like a sicko, though.
What if he wants to hurt me?
Don't be a pussy! Shut up!
Don't go, suit yourself, and
then we won't have any gear!
That won't hurt, will it?!
There used to be a public footpath
running through these grounds.
Penton closed it. Got his security
guards to menace the walkers.
I didn't know you rambled.
What other hobbies have you got?
Look at the right to roam campaigns
in the 1930s.
They helped to inform
the creation of the welfare state.
It's not about hobbies,
it's about whose country it is.
The rich screw the poor.
Yes, they do.
So, what are you hoping for here?
- Well, you know, rape and murder.
- And world peace, of course
DI Hale. Good morning.
Mister, er...
West. What's the problem?
Do you live here?
Yes, I work for Mr Penton.
Can we come in?
Please.
Have you worked for him long?
Only 30 years.
So, er, what is the problem?
We need to speak to Mr Penton.
I'm sorry, that isn't possible.
He's not out.
No, I didn't mean out in a gay way.
Neither did I.
It's a health issue.
What's the issue? What's wrong
with him? Chronic lung condition.
Exacerbated by a number of phobias
centring around human contact.
If you try to interview him now, you'd
be breaching explicit medical advice...
It's not an interview.
Which will give you
a lot of legal problems.
Would you like it
in black and white...
from his doctor?
Only one phobia really.
Fear of justice.
So, tell me, Mr West...
why do you think we're here?
I have no idea.
We found a hand.
A right hand.
And you're his right-hand man,
aren't you?
So we'd presume that it came from
this property.
It's not Mr Penton's, is it?
He hasn't lost one lately, has he?
No.
No? I'm thinking it may be
some kind of
terrible money-counting accident.
He's trying to aggravate me.
Did you cut the body up? No.
What body?
You should have said "what body"
first
OK, this is harassment.
We need to find him.
You need a warrant.
Yeah...
This is for the grounds only.
So get out of this house.
Please.
Did you see Penton?
Yeah, looks scared.
Good, so he should.
Like he'd sentenced himself
to solitary confinement.
What? You feel sorry for him?!
Yeah. Me too
I mean, you can't help sympathising
with a reclusive sociopath, can you
Poor thing.
Must be so isolated.
The hand was found 100 metres on the
other side of that point in the wall.
OK? Yup.
He sounds like a sicko though.
What if he wants to hurt me?
Don't be a pussy! Shut up.
There's a possible fox trail here.
Eve?
Yeah?
Hale!
Someone was digging here.
I'd say about four weeks ago,
judging by the new growth.
No body?
No. An attempted grave,
but they couldn't get deep enough
too many roots.
See the spade cuts?
Right. Would have gone
straight through the wrist, I
suppose. Yeah.
So he gave up.
OK.
West drives the body from the house.
He's identified this
as the perfect burial place...
it's secluded -
but... hadn't reckoned on the roots.
So he goes off to find a new burial
place,
comes back to pick up the body.
Mr Fox has run off with a severed
hand. That works, yeah?
In theory, yeah.
What killed these?
Um, let me see.
Where would be the perfect place
for the new burial site?
No trees, soft ground.
A vegetable garden?
A vegetable garden's good.
Loose soil. Turned frequently.
Yeah, but too easily discovered.
Well, you cover it with compost
and disguise it. Compost. Yeah.
Cook it. What?
Compost generates heat.
Accelerates decay.
Cooks the flesh right off the bone.
A great place to bury a body.
Anything?
Yeah, there's a lot of heat from the
core.
Naturally.
You've found something?
Materials
in a state of rapid decomposition.
A reactive compost heap.
Thermal won't tell us
if it's animal or vegetable.
So what's the point of having the
gizmo?
Why not get a dog?
Hang on!
Woof, woof! Big hot spot.
I'd say we were down to
around four weeks ago, but this...
This is a lot older.
From the bottom? Yeah.
So, does that mean
somebody has dug down into it?
A month ago.
Mike, get me a tub.
Oggy, help me out with this.
Is this what I think it is?
Hello, mate.
Dermestidae.
Skin beetle, consistent with the
fourth stage of cadaver decomposition.
We're in the right place. Mm-hm.
What are the five stages again?
Fresh, bloat, active decay,
advanced decay, dry remains.
Story of my marriage.
You fell to Earth,
you got lost...
and left behind.
I'll go and break the good news.
Sean.
Help me out, yeah?
Just a ten bag.
I'll pay you tomorrow.
No. No, see that's
the thing about tomorrow, man.
It never comes. It will.
You... You need to make someone
happy.
Move!
Where are you off to?
I'm, er, taking Mr Penton for
a drive.
What's that, his wallet?
You should say goodbye
to your career, mate.
He's got the best lawyers in the
country.
So you're leaving now, are you?
Yeah.
Are you going to take the body
with you?
Yeah, that's right.
We found him.
No comment.
Whose body? That's what
you're supposed to say. Whose body?
So, who murdered him?
Was it you or Penton?
OK, if you want to arrest somebody,
arrest me.
I'll bet Mr Penton's worried sick,
isn't he?
Why don't you pop up there and tell
him that he's got every right to.
Er...
have you got his passport?
Thank you. Tell Mr Penton that I'm
really looking forward to meeting him...
after I've got what I want from the
body.
Like an alien.
His skin proved too thin for this
world.
You got Sam Villiers' dental records?
Yeah, they've just come through,
but this is not Sam Villiers.
It's not him?!
Well, who is it, then? Don't know.
We're still working on his clothes,
but, um,
no ID. There's just a syringe -
unused, still packaged...
and the key in his pocket.
Into one of a million doors.
The body decomposed more rapidly
in compost than
it would have done underground,
which makes cause of death
difficult to determine,
but there's no sign of blunt trauma,
bullet or knife wounds.
Asphyxiation? Could be.
Strangulation? Suffocation?
I'll need to work on the airways and
lungs, which aren't well preserved.
Informant. They cut out his tongue
and buried him in grass,
like a warning to grasses.
They cut out his tongue?!
Mm.
Eaten, I think.
By maggots, not cannibals.
OK, liver sample says heroin addict,
plus two different STDs in the blood
plus hepatitis B and C.
Rent boy.
What?
Sexually transmitted diseases,
plus smack,
plus malnutrition, yeah?
West picks him up,
takes him back to the mansion
so that he can satisfy
Penton's perverted lust. It fits.
This is a guy who's afraid
to go out,
he's a confirmed bachelor, there's
the sexual assault allegations...
Sorry, when you say perverted,
do you just mean gay?
No, Rosa. When I say perverted,
I mean someone paying for sex...
and then killing them.
So Penton doesn't like human contact?
Let's go and visit his doctor.
There is a thing called
patient confidentiality...
There is a thing called murder, and this
guy is hiding behind your diagnosis,
so we'd like to hear it from you.
It's, um...
a psychosomatic condition.
Mental/emotional and physical.
He doesn't want to be
touched by human hand...
or human anything.
Nor does he want to touch.
The prospect horrifies him.
When you say "horrifies him",
what do you mean? It disgusts him?
Yes. Revulsion, nausea,
and, er, an overriding panic,
which can affect his ability to
breathe.
His lung capacity isn't great anyway
and he had TB as a child,
which may account for his fear
of contact - his fear of infection.
The body that we found in the grounds
was a young man, a prostitute.
Does Mr Penton use rent boys?
Of course not!
I've just explained his condition.
Yeah, well, maybe he's making it up,
you know,
to avoid the boring stuff, give himself
a bit more space, bit of time,
a bit more privacy to play with
who he wants to. Maybe...
he's deceived you, Dr Grove.
I don't think so.
Well, we need to speak to Mr Penton
now
and we'd like to take
a DNA sample from him.
I don't want to encounter
any medical problems,
so do you mind coming with us?
OK, mate, I just need to put you to
sleep.
Sorry, I mean death.
The plants from the first burial site
were killed by cold.
What, frost?
Colder, like something minus 20
was pressed down upon them.
The body - it was frozen.
Penton kills the kid, they don't
know what to do with the body.
They need time to think, so...
they put it in the freezer,
come back to the burial
a couple of days later.
Or weeks later. Yeah.
Don't eat all the ice cream,
children
And, er, why do they need
to look in the freezer?
You look worried. It's all right -
they won't touch the ice cream.
Now, we need to take saliva samples, so,
um, do you mind opening your mouth?
Thank you.
Right, let's do Mr Penton.
Mr Penton.
You've come...
to take something from me.
Yeah, we have.
I just need to wipe the inside
of your cheek with this, gently.
Then you've got me...
in your system.
It's your system too.
It's our system.
You're a citizen, you pay
tax... don't you?
It is safe, Mr Penton.
Minimal risk of infection.
I won't touch you.
Thank you.
This will take a while to process.
And then we'll see if it matches...
what we found inside the dead boy.
What did you find inside him?
Guess.
Yeah, I thought he'd get that.
That's provocation! You're deliberately
exacerbating his condition!
Doctor, you're a witness to this!
Let's all just calm down, yes?
Now you've got what you came for.
Thank you. Mr Penton needs to rest.
I'll be in touch.
Nice bluff.
Ace in the hole!
I use "nice" in the sense of
cruel and unethical.
Might not be a bluff.
You might find an ace...
a trace in the hole.
Semen? I don't think so.
Decomposition's too advanced.
Pleased with yourself?
Can I go now? I have to pick up my
kids.
Sure.
Thanks.
So... put me out of my misery.
Anything interesting in the freezer?
Just a bit of blood.
Blood? Blood's good!
Well, only if it's human.
Eve? Yeah?
First blood sample's bovine.
OK, thanks.
Rosa, do you recognise this mould?
Hmm?
Er, it's paper. I'd say 180 gsm,
non-gloss,
peach base, two... no, three-colour
print.
Business card maybe?
Mind you, it's square.
See this ragged edge,
someone's probably just torn
a strip off it, for a roach, maybe?
Roach, a cockroach? You joker!
You're not joking.
A roach - a little cylinder that you
use for a filter for a spliff.
Have you never skinned up before?
Yeah... obviously.
I'm not seven.
A roach...
Roach.
Torch...
Eve?
Eve!
Come back in. Sorry about that.
Thank you.
OK. People do come and go, they
disappear.
Often we don't know
if they've gone home or what.
But I'm wondering if it's Jason.
Not tall, you said?
No.
Right, hang on.
Er, has anyone seen Jason this past
month?
Jason?
About this height,
dark hair, smackhead.
Sean, you seen him?
No.
Right, thank you.
I bet it's Jason.
Shit.
Sorry. Do you have an address?
I've got his phone number.
Haven't got an address.
He lived in a squat,
derelict street in Southfields.
I gave him a lift home
a couple of months ago.
Kelsey Road,
about halfway down on the right-hand
side coming from city centre.
Thank you. Thanks very much.
He's one of those ones
who wouldn't look after himself.
I told him, "You're coughing,
"you're not well, see the doctor,"
but he never did.
Nice kid. Not a survivor.
Cheers, mate.
I wonder who killed this street.
No-one you can prosecute.
So...
Anything? No.
Bingo. Hmm.
Let's see what's left behind.
Hello?
Anyone there?
Hello?
Is he alive?
Just about.
Hey...
What you doing here?!
Please! Get off!
Drop the knife!
Police!
Wait, he's dropped the knife.
What have I done?!
The other guy that lives here,
young guy?
Jason? Have you found him?
Is he OK?
No! I'm sorry.
Jason's dead.
Here, come and sit on the bed.
Where's his family live?
I don't know -
he wasn't in touch with them.
You're not well. I'm just going to
take your temperature.
When did you last see him? Hey!
Now concentrate! I need...
He is too ill to be interrogated!
Is there someone who can look after
you? Your parents?
No, I don't...
Look, hang on...
What's your name?
Sam. I'm...
Sam Villiers. Can I see Jason,
please?
Sam Villiers?
You used to work for Harold Penton?
Yeah.
Well, of course you can see him,
son.
No problem, no problem.
You can identify the body.
See you later.
I love you.
Familiar?
Yeah.
Thanks.
You don't have to do this.
Are you sure?
All right?
Jesus!
Sorry.
Sam!
Whoa, he's banged himself.
Get him some water.
Are you all right, lad?
Interesting, the way he's... not
dead.
Yeah.
You know that thing,
you weigh someone
just before and just after they die
and there's a difference of 21
grams.
Hmm, not much.
The weight of the soul.
Is he a junkie too?
Yeah.
Why do they do it?
Because you feel fantastic.
Best you've ever felt.
Heaven.
And then you wake up...
in hell.
So you'll meet me back here
when you've done,
you give me the cash
and I'll give you some good shit.
No! I know you did not
just try and thieve from me!
Meet me here when you're done.
You were working for Penton
and he sexually assaulted you?
I don't want to go there!
You made the allegation
and then you withdrew it. Why?
Did he scare you off?
Huh? No, they paid you off! No.
Of course, and now the money's
spent,
like you say, you don't want
to go there,
so you get Jason to go there
and ask for a little bit more.
No! No, to earn some more.
No! No, he got a phone call, right,
a voice mail
and he didn't tell me at first.
He thought the guy's voice sounded weird.
He didn't want to go
because he thought he might get hurt,
but I made him!
What, a complete stranger?
Yeah, he just says, "Market Corner,
ten tonight, 100 quid."
Did Jason advertise his number?
Is that how he does business?
No, he just works the streets.
Someone must have give
the number to this guy.
And is that someone you? No!
And is the guy Mr West? Shut up!
I didn't set him up, all right?
This isn't my fault! No-one told me
he was gonna get killed!
What's going on?
No, it's fine, thank you.
No, he's dead! He's dead and no-one
cares.
I care about what...
About me?!
No-one cares about me!
He was the only one!
You wanna give us a minute?
Yeah.
If we get on a programme,
do the methadone...
It doesn't work! I've tried it.
I haven't. It might...
It doesn't!
I'm telling you, I've tried it!
You could try again.
Try harder. Try harder?
YOU TRY HARDER! GO ON,
YOU TRY HARDER, SEE IF IT WORKS!
Is there something I can get you?
Yeah, I... I just...
I just need a... a little bit.
Just so I can sleep.
I... I close my eyes
and I see his face and then...
I get these cramps
and it's just...
OK, it's OK.
Please, Rosa, please, there must be
something here, something powerful
like morphine or something.
Look, it's not a hospital.
I've got this number,
just a tenner... I can't do that.
I'll pay you back, I swear! It's
not money, I'll give you the money.
You can take this pain away.
Have... Have you got a pen? It's...
It's 0779...
Have you got paper?!
Look, I can't. I can't help you.
Don't!
You remind me of my brother,
which is good and bad.
Hey, Rosa.
Yeah, you were listening in? Yeah.
It wouldn't help him, you know.
I know, Eve! I'm not a child,
I get it!
He thinks his one true love
is lying there in the morgue.
He's kidding himself.
His one true love is heroin.
So, yeah,
yeah, yeah, maybe you should get him
some, cos YOU can't save him.
Nobody can.
YOU TRY HARDER!
You try harder! If you loved me,
you'd go.
I just... need you to do this for me.
All right, I will.
You'll be back in no time.
He sounds like a sicko though.
I love you.
See you later.
I won't ask again, I swear!
Eve, look at this.
Penton has hep B.
Sam, wakey-wakey.
Here you are, look. Five sugars.
Did you and Jason used to go to
the drop-in centre together?
Not for months, no.
I... I don't want to run into West.
Sorry?
That's how I got the job.
I met him there at the centre and...
I started talking to Penton
and he offered me the job.
What, Penton was there?
At the centre?
Yeah, he visits now and again,
doesn't say who he is.
He's allowed to just...
Drop in? Yeah.
He funds the place.
Hale, Penton's sicker than we
thought.
Yeah, that's what I was gonna say.
No, with hepatitis B.
Is it sexually transmitted?
Not exclusively.
Eve, come on, Jason had it,
Penton's got it,
his doctor fails to mention it.
And the phobia - bullshit!
You wanna know where he met Penton?
Go and ask Sam.
We know how you recruit them,
or should I say "groom"?
Nice move. Fund the drop-in centre,
collect the vulnerable,
the kids that nobody's gonna miss.
What are you talking about?
He's afraid of human contact?
Yes.
Unless, of course, they're
junkies, the homeless, boys...
He makes an exception for the
centre.
What, so he can get to choose 'em?
This... This is in your mind!
Those visits are innocent,
they're completely innocent.
He's OK. He's eccentric, yes,
but he's not like that.
He's like a lot of rich men -
he wants to give something back.
Move amongst the poor?
Yeah, it makes him feel...
Good? Good!
Yeah? Well, let's go and discuss it
with him, shall we?
Stop!
I've got enough to charge you both.
This is not the way it seems, I swear.
Mr Penton never touched him.
He never even saw the body.
I found him.
You found it? Yes, buried,
out by the rhododendrons.
I could see a foot sticking out.
I did the decent thing -
I buried him properly.
The decent thing?
The innocent thing, my friend,
is to report it to the police.
I had to protect Mr Penton's
privacy.
So who killed him?
I would like to know.
Somebody has driven in here
in order to get rid of the body.
The only crime I'm guilty of
is failing to report it.
You wish
Don't you go anywhere.
Nice try, confessing to a lesser
crime to appear honest. Good.
So you're not going to give up
Penton.
The doctor might.
Protecting Penton might be very good
for your bank balance, but come on!
You're a family man.
It's sick what they're doing,
using the centre as...
I wish I could help you.
Who's going to be next? Could you
live with that on your conscience?
Thank you.
Thank you.
And you think that's all the tree,
what you can see.
But there's roots. Yeah.
Are you all right? Are you cold?
Want to go back in?
I thought...
maybe he's all right.
Maybe someone's took him home
who, like, liked him
and that's why...
that's why he never came back.
But he wouldn't have done that,
though, would he, just left you?
No.
That's what I'd have done.
Jesus, he wasn't well! He really
didn't want to go, but I made him!
He wanted to give up the gear, wanted
us both to, but I wouldn't do that!
I wouldn't even try!
He would have done anything for me!
So do it for him now.
He was so ill. I wish he'd have seen the
doctor at the centre, but he wouldn't.
He said he had like... like a whatsit.
A phobia.
Yeah. I mean, he's OK., though.
He must be a good doctor, too,
because he treats Mr Penton.
Dr Grove?
So... they didn't know each other,
he and Jason?
But he might have seen him there?
Not seen, seen like a doctor.
Just laid eyes on.
Yeah.
Hey, one minute.
This must be very hard for you...
Sorry.
Because he's so alone, afraid to
trust anyone but he does trust you.
We're not blood brothers.
It's a professional relationship,
a transaction.
Without affection?
Affection's overrated.
In his view, Penton has sought
and found other satisfactions...
making money, building power, using
it.
Maybe that's enough.
Hale.
Got to take this.
Your colleague's... very driven,
fighting the good fight.
Yeah, fighting something!
Maybe Penton doesn't need
what we mere mortals need.
Doesn't crave the human touch.
But sometimes the thing we... deny,
the thing we claim to abhor, is
actually our deepest desire, isn't it,
which we try to suppress or conceal?
Sex with a drug-addicted,
disease-ridden boy.
Fear and desire,
a compulsion to do the forbidden,
which can prove irresistible.
You're his doctor, not his priest.
If you knew he'd done something
terrible, your duty would be...
To betray him, yes, yes.
But I do not have that knowledge.
Doctor?
Got a young man back at the facility
needs medical attention.
I wonder, do you mind coming with us to
take a look at him? Won't take long.
Um, sure.
No problem. It'll be interesting
to see the place.
So...
Grove...
sees Jason at the drop-in centre,
gets his number off Margot's sheet
and then calls him,
picks him up... Yeah.
And then delivers him to Penton.
Maybe.
I'll... call Mike,
get him down here.
So it really is a farm!
Yeah, it is.
Dr Grove, could I take your mobile
phone and your car keys, please?
Why?
Well, we can't have you, um, stealing
the worms, can we, driving off?
No, I'm joking.
It's Home Office rules, I'm afraid.
Just while you're here.
Lab's this way.
What do you think?
Amazing. You'd never know it was
here.
It's humble, but we think of it
as home.
Don't look at this - very messy.
Our latest victim.
So what was the cause of death?
We don't know yet, we're working on it.
Possible suffocation. Poor kid.
Strange, what we become.
How inhuman. Yeah.
'At the moment,
please call back later.'
'I'm sorry, I can't take your call
at the moment...'
That's five.
Five different hairs.
Sam?
Sam, the doctor's here to see you.
OK.
So... how are you today?
I met you before.
At the centre.
Right.
Could you just... lift up your shirt?
Take a deep breath.
And again.
Well, it, er, looks like
a chest infection.
Yeah, all that hanging about in the
cold at Market Corner.
Do you know Market Corner?
Market Corner?
Er, no.
Yes.
They don't wear decent coats.
No. No.
Who don't?
The boys, the girls.
Well, all young kids, really.
Right.
I can give you
a prescription for antibiotics.
Are you allergic to penicillin?
Good.
OK?
Yes.
I'll show you round outside.
Biospheres.
He sounded like the voice mail.
Thank you, Sam.
OK...
This is our last hair sample.
How are we doing with number four?
Anything?
Yeah, maybe... just maybe.
You were in his car.
Brilliant.
You're lucky
to have a place like this.
And a career that's
a kind of cause... to consume you.
Don't you have that, as a doctor?
In theory.
But your heart's not in it?
Who knows where your heart is?
Yeah.
Do you like working at the drop-in
centre?
What? So you're going to say that I
was concealing that from you, as well?
Yeah.
Right, so I should reveal
every place I've ever worked,
every patient I've ever treated,
every thought I've ever had?
He was in your car.
You picked him up.
We know you did.
You cleaned the car, yeah?
You missed a hair.
YOU took him to Penton.
What happened next?
Did Penton kill him?
I'm afraid you're wrong.
He was never in my car.
As you so rightly say,
I work at the drop-in centre
one day a week.
That's where the boy's hair
must have come from.
Caught on my jacket,
which I then put in my car.
Reasonable doubt.
I do need to get home.
Think we could go and get my things?
Yeah.
You got this off the side of his
freezer?
Yeah, looked like raspberry ripple,
but was in fact bloody mucus.
Why, have you got it here?
You can see how
miscarriages of justice happen.
You've got a match.
One piece of evidence, misinterpreted.
Hello?!
You killed him.
NO, I DIDN'T!
His blood's in your freezer.
You don't know how it got there?
You called him, you picked him up.
I didn't rape him, OK?
It was consensual.
Consensual?
OK, er, a transaction.
And killing him?
Was that consensual too?
It was an accident.
I didn't mean to do it.
I'm not... some kind of monster.
I just... wanted him.
I got his number from Margot's
office.
"Will he come? Will he come?"
I could see how frail he looked,
desperate.
Don't look at me.
You're the boss.
Get in the back.
I know. As a fellow human being,
as a doctor...
I should have tried to help him.
I should have taken him to hospital.
I should have just given him money,
money for nothing.
But I was desperate too.
I... I couldn't help...
Wake up.
You... You wanna make some money?
Yeah? Don't look at me!
Undo your jeans.
Face down.
I don't know what I did.
I must have, um...
pressed his face into the seat...
and, er, suffocated him.
I was going to lose everything...
my job, my house, m-m-my children.
I was...
- I was going to ruin their lives.
- Nightmare
I had to get rid of the body.
I couldn't dump it there - too many
cameras, someone might see me.
Didn't know what to do.
We don't, er, use that freezer much.
Told my wife I'd mislaid the key.
Gave me time to think.
And it, um... It struck me the next
day when I was at Penton's.
It was an ideal place to bury it.
No dog walkers and no-one
was ever going to dig it up.
I dealt with Penton
and... as I drove out,
I stopped by the rhododendron
plantation to bury it.
I didn't do a very good job.
But, um...
But I-I-I just hoped, you know, that...
that it would be all right.
And then you drove away.
How did you feel?
Terrible.
Terrible. Guilty.
And relieved.
Then West found the body,
made it disappear.
That... That's what I guessed, yes.
Hello?
'Eve, you need to come down now.'
OK.
What is it? Take a look at this.
I've been culturing the blood
and mucus samples from the freezer.
Look at the bacteria.
It's streptococcus pneumoniae.
He had pneumonia.
He was critical.
Goes suddenly from the cold night air
into the hot car,
accelerating the process.
Lungs fill with fluid.
And that's what killed him.
No. No, No, no, no.
Grove killed him.
No. No, Grove thinks he killed him,
but he didn't. Nobody did - he died.
Listen...
Listen, we have got
the guy's confession.
Come on, a jury's gonna convict him!
Yeah, but the evidence...
Maybe murder, at least manslaughter.
Yeah, but the evidence...
SHUT UP...
Why did you have to find it?
Was it you?
All right, I'm sorry.
Good work. Very good.
That's amazing.
He was dying.
You should have taken him to hospital.
You could have saved his life.
I fear that it was already
too late... unfortunately.
Is that your expert medical opinion?
Look, I'm not proud of what I did.
What it does show, I think,
is that I was experiencing
some kind of mental breakdown.
Due to stress and overwork.
I see
So you're the innocent victim
in all of this
It was a moment of madness.
Do you think your wife will buy that?
You know what?
She buys a lot.
She's very good at buying.
So what exactly are you charging me
with?
Failure to report a death
in accordance with the law.
So I won't be held on remand?
I can go home? Mm-hm.
Today?
Excellent.
No harm done.
So your evil Mr Penton's innocent.
Of this crime.
Yeah, apart from the sexual assault
Sam invented to get a payoff.
Yeah, took a while to get that
out of him.
Yeah, who'd have thought,
a junkie lying
Amazing
Poor old Mr Penton.
Well, I wouldn't quite go that far.
Look, this, um... this now.
Your hands are tied? Yeah.
The CPS were very clear with me...
I'm here as expert witness to verify
the mechanism of death, the pneumonia,
not to go into the circumstances.
Both sides have agreed to keep that
out of the public domain.
So he doesn't get exposed,
probably get a fine. Great.
He didn't kill him, that's a fact.
That's a scientific truth. Yeah.
Not the only kind.
I know that.
Untreated pneumonia in its later
stages causes organ failure.
This, combined with the shock
of the change in temperature
from the cold of the streets
to the warmth of Dr Grove's car,
caused fluid to collect in the boy's
lungs, preventing him from breathing
and precipitating his death.
When you say "the boy", you mean...?
Jason Quinn.
He was 18, I believe we've
established, Your Honour,
so technically a man, yes? Yes.
Who died from natural causes? Yes.
Thank you. I have no further
questions.
Thank you, you may go.
Your Honour, before I go,
I thought that the court should know,
that the public should know, that those
who knew Jason Quinn should know
the circumstances of his d... No!
We've agreed... Er, excuse me!
I do beg your pardon, Your Honour,
but both myself
and my opposite have agreed not to,
er...
expose... Expose what?
The truth. The truth is
that Dr Thomas Grove took Jason Quinn
into his car for one purpose only...
his own sexual gratification.
He saw that he was seriously ill
and he didn't care.
Even in that state, he exploited him,
and that's how Jason Quinn died,
in that man's hands.
This was the opposite of charity,
the opposite of compassion
and the opposite of what is right.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Mr Penton.
Always knew I'd see you in court.
Well done, you.
When I think I was sending him to work
with the children at the charity...
Inviting the fox into your henhouse.
Exactly.
A narrow escape.
A stranger to himself.
You should thank me.
Failure to report a dead body.
I could have charged you.
Thanks.
No problem.
Mr Penton.
I'm... sorry for what I did.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
There we go. Come on.
Wasn't so bad, was it?
If, in the end,
all we are given is release,
to be no longer consumed by what we
lack,
then that must be our consolation...
and a kind of mercy.
Connor Ryan,
recovered dead from the water.
Turns out it was skippered by
a Patsy Fay, who's banned
because of a previous for
drug smuggling.
What the hell happened out there?
Is she not on the boat?
No.
Mermaids, yeah?
Selkies, Irish mermaids.
He's terrified his
mum is going to go back to prison
and now it seems we're going to
connect her to a crime.
Mum! Feels like
we're tearing him to shreds.
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an end to our craving...
which death, perhaps, will provide.
Until then, we are locked into our
bodies, consumed by what we lack...
at the mercy of ourselves
and of each other.
Release, that's what we long for.
What? Am I for you?
Are you the one who wants it?
Or are you taking me to
someone else?
Postman Pat.
Sorry, Pat.
Your name's not down on the list.
Detective Inspector Hale.
Hale!
Right.
You brought me a present!
Thought I'd give you a hand.
You should have left it where it was.
That's what I told the woman
whose dog dug it up in the woods.
She brought it into the nick.
I've been up there with the Scene
Of Crime guys - nothing else.
Thief, chopped his hand off.
But he's still alive -
severance postmortem.
Good. Male or female?
I'd say male and weeks. Implement?
Chainsaw, hacksaw, jigsaw?
No, unserrated.
Axe?
Could be, yeah.
Sharp force, trauma and crushing.
Do you want to do the DNA?
Yeah, sure.
Have you got
the coordinates of the find site?
Yeah.
I'll do that geodata
and I'll get it up on screen.
OK, the hand has been degloved.
Outer skin's gone - no fingerprints.
***
When you've got that much money,
you live outside the law,
outside of society, or at least...
you think you can.
He's locked himself away in there for
the last 20 years. Total recluse.
Conducts all his business on the
phone.
What's wrong with that?
All right, here it is.
Three months ago, an 18-year-old boy,
Sam Villiers, worked in the grounds,
reported that he'd been sexually
assaulted
by Harold Penton. The next day,
suddenly drops the charges...
then he disappears.
And you think that's his hand?
Well, we can't trace him.
Where are we going?
Mate, you don't want me
to look at you,
I won't look at you.
We've got a positive on narcotics.
There's a speck of heroin
deep under his fingernail.
Sam Villiers could have been a user.
Dealer. A drug dealer.
Rival gang dismembered him
and then to avoid detection they
scatter his body over ten counties.
Stick with the material, Oggy.
Why ten?
Two hands, two feet, two arms, two
legs, torso, head - ten.
Right
The older punctures look vulpine.
Fox.
See, he's cleverer than he pretends
to be.
Foxes bury food.
How far would they go
before they buried the food?
Not far. Probable radius...
less than a kilometre.
I'll get the warrant.
And let's go and see Mr Penton.
If you loved me you'd go.
You'll be back in no time.
No time.
He sounds like a sicko, though.
What if he wants to hurt me?
Don't be a pussy! Shut up!
Don't go, suit yourself, and
then we won't have any gear!
That won't hurt, will it?!
There used to be a public footpath
running through these grounds.
Penton closed it. Got his security
guards to menace the walkers.
I didn't know you rambled.
What other hobbies have you got?
Look at the right to roam campaigns
in the 1930s.
They helped to inform
the creation of the welfare state.
It's not about hobbies,
it's about whose country it is.
The rich screw the poor.
Yes, they do.
So, what are you hoping for here?
- Well, you know, rape and murder.
- And world peace, of course
DI Hale. Good morning.
Mister, er...
West. What's the problem?
Do you live here?
Yes, I work for Mr Penton.
Can we come in?
Please.
Have you worked for him long?
Only 30 years.
So, er, what is the problem?
We need to speak to Mr Penton.
I'm sorry, that isn't possible.
He's not out.
No, I didn't mean out in a gay way.
Neither did I.
It's a health issue.
What's the issue? What's wrong
with him? Chronic lung condition.
Exacerbated by a number of phobias
centring around human contact.
If you try to interview him now, you'd
be breaching explicit medical advice...
It's not an interview.
Which will give you
a lot of legal problems.
Would you like it
in black and white...
from his doctor?
Only one phobia really.
Fear of justice.
So, tell me, Mr West...
why do you think we're here?
I have no idea.
We found a hand.
A right hand.
And you're his right-hand man,
aren't you?
So we'd presume that it came from
this property.
It's not Mr Penton's, is it?
He hasn't lost one lately, has he?
No.
No? I'm thinking it may be
some kind of
terrible money-counting accident.
He's trying to aggravate me.
Did you cut the body up? No.
What body?
You should have said "what body"
first
OK, this is harassment.
We need to find him.
You need a warrant.
Yeah...
This is for the grounds only.
So get out of this house.
Please.
Did you see Penton?
Yeah, looks scared.
Good, so he should.
Like he'd sentenced himself
to solitary confinement.
What? You feel sorry for him?!
Yeah. Me too
I mean, you can't help sympathising
with a reclusive sociopath, can you
Poor thing.
Must be so isolated.
The hand was found 100 metres on the
other side of that point in the wall.
OK? Yup.
He sounds like a sicko though.
What if he wants to hurt me?
Don't be a pussy! Shut up.
There's a possible fox trail here.
Eve?
Yeah?
Hale!
Someone was digging here.
I'd say about four weeks ago,
judging by the new growth.
No body?
No. An attempted grave,
but they couldn't get deep enough
too many roots.
See the spade cuts?
Right. Would have gone
straight through the wrist, I
suppose. Yeah.
So he gave up.
OK.
West drives the body from the house.
He's identified this
as the perfect burial place...
it's secluded -
but... hadn't reckoned on the roots.
So he goes off to find a new burial
place,
comes back to pick up the body.
Mr Fox has run off with a severed
hand. That works, yeah?
In theory, yeah.
What killed these?
Um, let me see.
Where would be the perfect place
for the new burial site?
No trees, soft ground.
A vegetable garden?
A vegetable garden's good.
Loose soil. Turned frequently.
Yeah, but too easily discovered.
Well, you cover it with compost
and disguise it. Compost. Yeah.
Cook it. What?
Compost generates heat.
Accelerates decay.
Cooks the flesh right off the bone.
A great place to bury a body.
Anything?
Yeah, there's a lot of heat from the
core.
Naturally.
You've found something?
Materials
in a state of rapid decomposition.
A reactive compost heap.
Thermal won't tell us
if it's animal or vegetable.
So what's the point of having the
gizmo?
Why not get a dog?
Hang on!
Woof, woof! Big hot spot.
I'd say we were down to
around four weeks ago, but this...
This is a lot older.
From the bottom? Yeah.
So, does that mean
somebody has dug down into it?
A month ago.
Mike, get me a tub.
Oggy, help me out with this.
Is this what I think it is?
Hello, mate.
Dermestidae.
Skin beetle, consistent with the
fourth stage of cadaver decomposition.
We're in the right place. Mm-hm.
What are the five stages again?
Fresh, bloat, active decay,
advanced decay, dry remains.
Story of my marriage.
You fell to Earth,
you got lost...
and left behind.
I'll go and break the good news.
Sean.
Help me out, yeah?
Just a ten bag.
I'll pay you tomorrow.
No. No, see that's
the thing about tomorrow, man.
It never comes. It will.
You... You need to make someone
happy.
Move!
Where are you off to?
I'm, er, taking Mr Penton for
a drive.
What's that, his wallet?
You should say goodbye
to your career, mate.
He's got the best lawyers in the
country.
So you're leaving now, are you?
Yeah.
Are you going to take the body
with you?
Yeah, that's right.
We found him.
No comment.
Whose body? That's what
you're supposed to say. Whose body?
So, who murdered him?
Was it you or Penton?
OK, if you want to arrest somebody,
arrest me.
I'll bet Mr Penton's worried sick,
isn't he?
Why don't you pop up there and tell
him that he's got every right to.
Er...
have you got his passport?
Thank you. Tell Mr Penton that I'm
really looking forward to meeting him...
after I've got what I want from the
body.
Like an alien.
His skin proved too thin for this
world.
You got Sam Villiers' dental records?
Yeah, they've just come through,
but this is not Sam Villiers.
It's not him?!
Well, who is it, then? Don't know.
We're still working on his clothes,
but, um,
no ID. There's just a syringe -
unused, still packaged...
and the key in his pocket.
Into one of a million doors.
The body decomposed more rapidly
in compost than
it would have done underground,
which makes cause of death
difficult to determine,
but there's no sign of blunt trauma,
bullet or knife wounds.
Asphyxiation? Could be.
Strangulation? Suffocation?
I'll need to work on the airways and
lungs, which aren't well preserved.
Informant. They cut out his tongue
and buried him in grass,
like a warning to grasses.
They cut out his tongue?!
Mm.
Eaten, I think.
By maggots, not cannibals.
OK, liver sample says heroin addict,
plus two different STDs in the blood
plus hepatitis B and C.
Rent boy.
What?
Sexually transmitted diseases,
plus smack,
plus malnutrition, yeah?
West picks him up,
takes him back to the mansion
so that he can satisfy
Penton's perverted lust. It fits.
This is a guy who's afraid
to go out,
he's a confirmed bachelor, there's
the sexual assault allegations...
Sorry, when you say perverted,
do you just mean gay?
No, Rosa. When I say perverted,
I mean someone paying for sex...
and then killing them.
So Penton doesn't like human contact?
Let's go and visit his doctor.
There is a thing called
patient confidentiality...
There is a thing called murder, and this
guy is hiding behind your diagnosis,
so we'd like to hear it from you.
It's, um...
a psychosomatic condition.
Mental/emotional and physical.
He doesn't want to be
touched by human hand...
or human anything.
Nor does he want to touch.
The prospect horrifies him.
When you say "horrifies him",
what do you mean? It disgusts him?
Yes. Revulsion, nausea,
and, er, an overriding panic,
which can affect his ability to
breathe.
His lung capacity isn't great anyway
and he had TB as a child,
which may account for his fear
of contact - his fear of infection.
The body that we found in the grounds
was a young man, a prostitute.
Does Mr Penton use rent boys?
Of course not!
I've just explained his condition.
Yeah, well, maybe he's making it up,
you know,
to avoid the boring stuff, give himself
a bit more space, bit of time,
a bit more privacy to play with
who he wants to. Maybe...
he's deceived you, Dr Grove.
I don't think so.
Well, we need to speak to Mr Penton
now
and we'd like to take
a DNA sample from him.
I don't want to encounter
any medical problems,
so do you mind coming with us?
OK, mate, I just need to put you to
sleep.
Sorry, I mean death.
The plants from the first burial site
were killed by cold.
What, frost?
Colder, like something minus 20
was pressed down upon them.
The body - it was frozen.
Penton kills the kid, they don't
know what to do with the body.
They need time to think, so...
they put it in the freezer,
come back to the burial
a couple of days later.
Or weeks later. Yeah.
Don't eat all the ice cream,
children
And, er, why do they need
to look in the freezer?
You look worried. It's all right -
they won't touch the ice cream.
Now, we need to take saliva samples, so,
um, do you mind opening your mouth?
Thank you.
Right, let's do Mr Penton.
Mr Penton.
You've come...
to take something from me.
Yeah, we have.
I just need to wipe the inside
of your cheek with this, gently.
Then you've got me...
in your system.
It's your system too.
It's our system.
You're a citizen, you pay
tax... don't you?
It is safe, Mr Penton.
Minimal risk of infection.
I won't touch you.
Thank you.
This will take a while to process.
And then we'll see if it matches...
what we found inside the dead boy.
What did you find inside him?
Guess.
Yeah, I thought he'd get that.
That's provocation! You're deliberately
exacerbating his condition!
Doctor, you're a witness to this!
Let's all just calm down, yes?
Now you've got what you came for.
Thank you. Mr Penton needs to rest.
I'll be in touch.
Nice bluff.
Ace in the hole!
I use "nice" in the sense of
cruel and unethical.
Might not be a bluff.
You might find an ace...
a trace in the hole.
Semen? I don't think so.
Decomposition's too advanced.
Pleased with yourself?
Can I go now? I have to pick up my
kids.
Sure.
Thanks.
So... put me out of my misery.
Anything interesting in the freezer?
Just a bit of blood.
Blood? Blood's good!
Well, only if it's human.
Eve? Yeah?
First blood sample's bovine.
OK, thanks.
Rosa, do you recognise this mould?
Hmm?
Er, it's paper. I'd say 180 gsm,
non-gloss,
peach base, two... no, three-colour
print.
Business card maybe?
Mind you, it's square.
See this ragged edge,
someone's probably just torn
a strip off it, for a roach, maybe?
Roach, a cockroach? You joker!
You're not joking.
A roach - a little cylinder that you
use for a filter for a spliff.
Have you never skinned up before?
Yeah... obviously.
I'm not seven.
A roach...
Roach.
Torch...
Eve?
Eve!
Come back in. Sorry about that.
Thank you.
OK. People do come and go, they
disappear.
Often we don't know
if they've gone home or what.
But I'm wondering if it's Jason.
Not tall, you said?
No.
Right, hang on.
Er, has anyone seen Jason this past
month?
Jason?
About this height,
dark hair, smackhead.
Sean, you seen him?
No.
Right, thank you.
I bet it's Jason.
Shit.
Sorry. Do you have an address?
I've got his phone number.
Haven't got an address.
He lived in a squat,
derelict street in Southfields.
I gave him a lift home
a couple of months ago.
Kelsey Road,
about halfway down on the right-hand
side coming from city centre.
Thank you. Thanks very much.
He's one of those ones
who wouldn't look after himself.
I told him, "You're coughing,
"you're not well, see the doctor,"
but he never did.
Nice kid. Not a survivor.
Cheers, mate.
I wonder who killed this street.
No-one you can prosecute.
So...
Anything? No.
Bingo. Hmm.
Let's see what's left behind.
Hello?
Anyone there?
Hello?
Is he alive?
Just about.
Hey...
What you doing here?!
Please! Get off!
Drop the knife!
Police!
Wait, he's dropped the knife.
What have I done?!
The other guy that lives here,
young guy?
Jason? Have you found him?
Is he OK?
No! I'm sorry.
Jason's dead.
Here, come and sit on the bed.
Where's his family live?
I don't know -
he wasn't in touch with them.
You're not well. I'm just going to
take your temperature.
When did you last see him? Hey!
Now concentrate! I need...
He is too ill to be interrogated!
Is there someone who can look after
you? Your parents?
No, I don't...
Look, hang on...
What's your name?
Sam. I'm...
Sam Villiers. Can I see Jason,
please?
Sam Villiers?
You used to work for Harold Penton?
Yeah.
Well, of course you can see him,
son.
No problem, no problem.
You can identify the body.
See you later.
I love you.
Familiar?
Yeah.
Thanks.
You don't have to do this.
Are you sure?
All right?
Jesus!
Sorry.
Sam!
Whoa, he's banged himself.
Get him some water.
Are you all right, lad?
Interesting, the way he's... not
dead.
Yeah.
You know that thing,
you weigh someone
just before and just after they die
and there's a difference of 21
grams.
Hmm, not much.
The weight of the soul.
Is he a junkie too?
Yeah.
Why do they do it?
Because you feel fantastic.
Best you've ever felt.
Heaven.
And then you wake up...
in hell.
So you'll meet me back here
when you've done,
you give me the cash
and I'll give you some good shit.
No! I know you did not
just try and thieve from me!
Meet me here when you're done.
You were working for Penton
and he sexually assaulted you?
I don't want to go there!
You made the allegation
and then you withdrew it. Why?
Did he scare you off?
Huh? No, they paid you off! No.
Of course, and now the money's
spent,
like you say, you don't want
to go there,
so you get Jason to go there
and ask for a little bit more.
No! No, to earn some more.
No! No, he got a phone call, right,
a voice mail
and he didn't tell me at first.
He thought the guy's voice sounded weird.
He didn't want to go
because he thought he might get hurt,
but I made him!
What, a complete stranger?
Yeah, he just says, "Market Corner,
ten tonight, 100 quid."
Did Jason advertise his number?
Is that how he does business?
No, he just works the streets.
Someone must have give
the number to this guy.
And is that someone you? No!
And is the guy Mr West? Shut up!
I didn't set him up, all right?
This isn't my fault! No-one told me
he was gonna get killed!
What's going on?
No, it's fine, thank you.
No, he's dead! He's dead and no-one
cares.
I care about what...
About me?!
No-one cares about me!
He was the only one!
You wanna give us a minute?
Yeah.
If we get on a programme,
do the methadone...
It doesn't work! I've tried it.
I haven't. It might...
It doesn't!
I'm telling you, I've tried it!
You could try again.
Try harder. Try harder?
YOU TRY HARDER! GO ON,
YOU TRY HARDER, SEE IF IT WORKS!
Is there something I can get you?
Yeah, I... I just...
I just need a... a little bit.
Just so I can sleep.
I... I close my eyes
and I see his face and then...
I get these cramps
and it's just...
OK, it's OK.
Please, Rosa, please, there must be
something here, something powerful
like morphine or something.
Look, it's not a hospital.
I've got this number,
just a tenner... I can't do that.
I'll pay you back, I swear! It's
not money, I'll give you the money.
You can take this pain away.
Have... Have you got a pen? It's...
It's 0779...
Have you got paper?!
Look, I can't. I can't help you.
Don't!
You remind me of my brother,
which is good and bad.
Hey, Rosa.
Yeah, you were listening in? Yeah.
It wouldn't help him, you know.
I know, Eve! I'm not a child,
I get it!
He thinks his one true love
is lying there in the morgue.
He's kidding himself.
His one true love is heroin.
So, yeah,
yeah, yeah, maybe you should get him
some, cos YOU can't save him.
Nobody can.
YOU TRY HARDER!
You try harder! If you loved me,
you'd go.
I just... need you to do this for me.
All right, I will.
You'll be back in no time.
He sounds like a sicko though.
I love you.
See you later.
I won't ask again, I swear!
Eve, look at this.
Penton has hep B.
Sam, wakey-wakey.
Here you are, look. Five sugars.
Did you and Jason used to go to
the drop-in centre together?
Not for months, no.
I... I don't want to run into West.
Sorry?
That's how I got the job.
I met him there at the centre and...
I started talking to Penton
and he offered me the job.
What, Penton was there?
At the centre?
Yeah, he visits now and again,
doesn't say who he is.
He's allowed to just...
Drop in? Yeah.
He funds the place.
Hale, Penton's sicker than we
thought.
Yeah, that's what I was gonna say.
No, with hepatitis B.
Is it sexually transmitted?
Not exclusively.
Eve, come on, Jason had it,
Penton's got it,
his doctor fails to mention it.
And the phobia - bullshit!
You wanna know where he met Penton?
Go and ask Sam.
We know how you recruit them,
or should I say "groom"?
Nice move. Fund the drop-in centre,
collect the vulnerable,
the kids that nobody's gonna miss.
What are you talking about?
He's afraid of human contact?
Yes.
Unless, of course, they're
junkies, the homeless, boys...
He makes an exception for the
centre.
What, so he can get to choose 'em?
This... This is in your mind!
Those visits are innocent,
they're completely innocent.
He's OK. He's eccentric, yes,
but he's not like that.
He's like a lot of rich men -
he wants to give something back.
Move amongst the poor?
Yeah, it makes him feel...
Good? Good!
Yeah? Well, let's go and discuss it
with him, shall we?
Stop!
I've got enough to charge you both.
This is not the way it seems, I swear.
Mr Penton never touched him.
He never even saw the body.
I found him.
You found it? Yes, buried,
out by the rhododendrons.
I could see a foot sticking out.
I did the decent thing -
I buried him properly.
The decent thing?
The innocent thing, my friend,
is to report it to the police.
I had to protect Mr Penton's
privacy.
So who killed him?
I would like to know.
Somebody has driven in here
in order to get rid of the body.
The only crime I'm guilty of
is failing to report it.
You wish
Don't you go anywhere.
Nice try, confessing to a lesser
crime to appear honest. Good.
So you're not going to give up
Penton.
The doctor might.
Protecting Penton might be very good
for your bank balance, but come on!
You're a family man.
It's sick what they're doing,
using the centre as...
I wish I could help you.
Who's going to be next? Could you
live with that on your conscience?
Thank you.
Thank you.
And you think that's all the tree,
what you can see.
But there's roots. Yeah.
Are you all right? Are you cold?
Want to go back in?
I thought...
maybe he's all right.
Maybe someone's took him home
who, like, liked him
and that's why...
that's why he never came back.
But he wouldn't have done that,
though, would he, just left you?
No.
That's what I'd have done.
Jesus, he wasn't well! He really
didn't want to go, but I made him!
He wanted to give up the gear, wanted
us both to, but I wouldn't do that!
I wouldn't even try!
He would have done anything for me!
So do it for him now.
He was so ill. I wish he'd have seen the
doctor at the centre, but he wouldn't.
He said he had like... like a whatsit.
A phobia.
Yeah. I mean, he's OK., though.
He must be a good doctor, too,
because he treats Mr Penton.
Dr Grove?
So... they didn't know each other,
he and Jason?
But he might have seen him there?
Not seen, seen like a doctor.
Just laid eyes on.
Yeah.
Hey, one minute.
This must be very hard for you...
Sorry.
Because he's so alone, afraid to
trust anyone but he does trust you.
We're not blood brothers.
It's a professional relationship,
a transaction.
Without affection?
Affection's overrated.
In his view, Penton has sought
and found other satisfactions...
making money, building power, using
it.
Maybe that's enough.
Hale.
Got to take this.
Your colleague's... very driven,
fighting the good fight.
Yeah, fighting something!
Maybe Penton doesn't need
what we mere mortals need.
Doesn't crave the human touch.
But sometimes the thing we... deny,
the thing we claim to abhor, is
actually our deepest desire, isn't it,
which we try to suppress or conceal?
Sex with a drug-addicted,
disease-ridden boy.
Fear and desire,
a compulsion to do the forbidden,
which can prove irresistible.
You're his doctor, not his priest.
If you knew he'd done something
terrible, your duty would be...
To betray him, yes, yes.
But I do not have that knowledge.
Doctor?
Got a young man back at the facility
needs medical attention.
I wonder, do you mind coming with us to
take a look at him? Won't take long.
Um, sure.
No problem. It'll be interesting
to see the place.
So...
Grove...
sees Jason at the drop-in centre,
gets his number off Margot's sheet
and then calls him,
picks him up... Yeah.
And then delivers him to Penton.
Maybe.
I'll... call Mike,
get him down here.
So it really is a farm!
Yeah, it is.
Dr Grove, could I take your mobile
phone and your car keys, please?
Why?
Well, we can't have you, um, stealing
the worms, can we, driving off?
No, I'm joking.
It's Home Office rules, I'm afraid.
Just while you're here.
Lab's this way.
What do you think?
Amazing. You'd never know it was
here.
It's humble, but we think of it
as home.
Don't look at this - very messy.
Our latest victim.
So what was the cause of death?
We don't know yet, we're working on it.
Possible suffocation. Poor kid.
Strange, what we become.
How inhuman. Yeah.
'At the moment,
please call back later.'
'I'm sorry, I can't take your call
at the moment...'
That's five.
Five different hairs.
Sam?
Sam, the doctor's here to see you.
OK.
So... how are you today?
I met you before.
At the centre.
Right.
Could you just... lift up your shirt?
Take a deep breath.
And again.
Well, it, er, looks like
a chest infection.
Yeah, all that hanging about in the
cold at Market Corner.
Do you know Market Corner?
Market Corner?
Er, no.
Yes.
They don't wear decent coats.
No. No.
Who don't?
The boys, the girls.
Well, all young kids, really.
Right.
I can give you
a prescription for antibiotics.
Are you allergic to penicillin?
Good.
OK?
Yes.
I'll show you round outside.
Biospheres.
He sounded like the voice mail.
Thank you, Sam.
OK...
This is our last hair sample.
How are we doing with number four?
Anything?
Yeah, maybe... just maybe.
You were in his car.
Brilliant.
You're lucky
to have a place like this.
And a career that's
a kind of cause... to consume you.
Don't you have that, as a doctor?
In theory.
But your heart's not in it?
Who knows where your heart is?
Yeah.
Do you like working at the drop-in
centre?
What? So you're going to say that I
was concealing that from you, as well?
Yeah.
Right, so I should reveal
every place I've ever worked,
every patient I've ever treated,
every thought I've ever had?
He was in your car.
You picked him up.
We know you did.
You cleaned the car, yeah?
You missed a hair.
YOU took him to Penton.
What happened next?
Did Penton kill him?
I'm afraid you're wrong.
He was never in my car.
As you so rightly say,
I work at the drop-in centre
one day a week.
That's where the boy's hair
must have come from.
Caught on my jacket,
which I then put in my car.
Reasonable doubt.
I do need to get home.
Think we could go and get my things?
Yeah.
You got this off the side of his
freezer?
Yeah, looked like raspberry ripple,
but was in fact bloody mucus.
Why, have you got it here?
You can see how
miscarriages of justice happen.
You've got a match.
One piece of evidence, misinterpreted.
Hello?!
You killed him.
NO, I DIDN'T!
His blood's in your freezer.
You don't know how it got there?
You called him, you picked him up.
I didn't rape him, OK?
It was consensual.
Consensual?
OK, er, a transaction.
And killing him?
Was that consensual too?
It was an accident.
I didn't mean to do it.
I'm not... some kind of monster.
I just... wanted him.
I got his number from Margot's
office.
"Will he come? Will he come?"
I could see how frail he looked,
desperate.
Don't look at me.
You're the boss.
Get in the back.
I know. As a fellow human being,
as a doctor...
I should have tried to help him.
I should have taken him to hospital.
I should have just given him money,
money for nothing.
But I was desperate too.
I... I couldn't help...
Wake up.
You... You wanna make some money?
Yeah? Don't look at me!
Undo your jeans.
Face down.
I don't know what I did.
I must have, um...
pressed his face into the seat...
and, er, suffocated him.
I was going to lose everything...
my job, my house, m-m-my children.
I was...
- I was going to ruin their lives.
- Nightmare
I had to get rid of the body.
I couldn't dump it there - too many
cameras, someone might see me.
Didn't know what to do.
We don't, er, use that freezer much.
Told my wife I'd mislaid the key.
Gave me time to think.
And it, um... It struck me the next
day when I was at Penton's.
It was an ideal place to bury it.
No dog walkers and no-one
was ever going to dig it up.
I dealt with Penton
and... as I drove out,
I stopped by the rhododendron
plantation to bury it.
I didn't do a very good job.
But, um...
But I-I-I just hoped, you know, that...
that it would be all right.
And then you drove away.
How did you feel?
Terrible.
Terrible. Guilty.
And relieved.
Then West found the body,
made it disappear.
That... That's what I guessed, yes.
Hello?
'Eve, you need to come down now.'
OK.
What is it? Take a look at this.
I've been culturing the blood
and mucus samples from the freezer.
Look at the bacteria.
It's streptococcus pneumoniae.
He had pneumonia.
He was critical.
Goes suddenly from the cold night air
into the hot car,
accelerating the process.
Lungs fill with fluid.
And that's what killed him.
No. No, No, no, no.
Grove killed him.
No. No, Grove thinks he killed him,
but he didn't. Nobody did - he died.
Listen...
Listen, we have got
the guy's confession.
Come on, a jury's gonna convict him!
Yeah, but the evidence...
Maybe murder, at least manslaughter.
Yeah, but the evidence...
SHUT UP...
Why did you have to find it?
Was it you?
All right, I'm sorry.
Good work. Very good.
That's amazing.
He was dying.
You should have taken him to hospital.
You could have saved his life.
I fear that it was already
too late... unfortunately.
Is that your expert medical opinion?
Look, I'm not proud of what I did.
What it does show, I think,
is that I was experiencing
some kind of mental breakdown.
Due to stress and overwork.
I see
So you're the innocent victim
in all of this
It was a moment of madness.
Do you think your wife will buy that?
You know what?
She buys a lot.
She's very good at buying.
So what exactly are you charging me
with?
Failure to report a death
in accordance with the law.
So I won't be held on remand?
I can go home? Mm-hm.
Today?
Excellent.
No harm done.
So your evil Mr Penton's innocent.
Of this crime.
Yeah, apart from the sexual assault
Sam invented to get a payoff.
Yeah, took a while to get that
out of him.
Yeah, who'd have thought,
a junkie lying
Amazing
Poor old Mr Penton.
Well, I wouldn't quite go that far.
Look, this, um... this now.
Your hands are tied? Yeah.
The CPS were very clear with me...
I'm here as expert witness to verify
the mechanism of death, the pneumonia,
not to go into the circumstances.
Both sides have agreed to keep that
out of the public domain.
So he doesn't get exposed,
probably get a fine. Great.
He didn't kill him, that's a fact.
That's a scientific truth. Yeah.
Not the only kind.
I know that.
Untreated pneumonia in its later
stages causes organ failure.
This, combined with the shock
of the change in temperature
from the cold of the streets
to the warmth of Dr Grove's car,
caused fluid to collect in the boy's
lungs, preventing him from breathing
and precipitating his death.
When you say "the boy", you mean...?
Jason Quinn.
He was 18, I believe we've
established, Your Honour,
so technically a man, yes? Yes.
Who died from natural causes? Yes.
Thank you. I have no further
questions.
Thank you, you may go.
Your Honour, before I go,
I thought that the court should know,
that the public should know, that those
who knew Jason Quinn should know
the circumstances of his d... No!
We've agreed... Er, excuse me!
I do beg your pardon, Your Honour,
but both myself
and my opposite have agreed not to,
er...
expose... Expose what?
The truth. The truth is
that Dr Thomas Grove took Jason Quinn
into his car for one purpose only...
his own sexual gratification.
He saw that he was seriously ill
and he didn't care.
Even in that state, he exploited him,
and that's how Jason Quinn died,
in that man's hands.
This was the opposite of charity,
the opposite of compassion
and the opposite of what is right.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Mr Penton.
Always knew I'd see you in court.
Well done, you.
When I think I was sending him to work
with the children at the charity...
Inviting the fox into your henhouse.
Exactly.
A narrow escape.
A stranger to himself.
You should thank me.
Failure to report a dead body.
I could have charged you.
Thanks.
No problem.
Mr Penton.
I'm... sorry for what I did.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
There we go. Come on.
Wasn't so bad, was it?
If, in the end,
all we are given is release,
to be no longer consumed by what we
lack,
then that must be our consolation...
and a kind of mercy.
Connor Ryan,
recovered dead from the water.
Turns out it was skippered by
a Patsy Fay, who's banned
because of a previous for
drug smuggling.
What the hell happened out there?
Is she not on the boat?
No.
Mermaids, yeah?
Selkies, Irish mermaids.
He's terrified his
mum is going to go back to prison
and now it seems we're going to
connect her to a crime.
Mum! Feels like
we're tearing him to shreds.
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