All language subtitles for Silent Witness S24E09

- I am so sorry, Michael.
- Why didn't you call me?

I thought you said it was just a
chest infection.

We did everything we could, Mr Robson.

Do you want to see him?

Say goodbye?

Do you want any of this junk?

Don't you?

We're deeply sorry for your loss,
Mr Robson.

For the loss of income, more like.

What's this, a refund?

Consent forms.

There's one for you.

We have to take him now.

Come on, Derek.
I'm trying to tell you.

Yes, yes, all right. Please.

Careful now. Careful.

Someone was in there.

In Robbo's room.

All right, all right.

What have you given him?

Only what you've prescribed.

Every night...

..talking.

Shouting.

Best up the dosage, then.

It makes him sick.

When I want your medical opinion
Miss Naidu, I will ask for it.

I'm trying to do my job. I'm just...
I'm reporting to you how it...

Yes, and I am trying to do mine!

What are you doing?

Was it you?

Did you kill him?

God bless you, Robbo.

Hang on, hang on!

Mr Robson.

Those forms I signed... say that I
consent to not having a funeral.

He didn't know his father's donating
his body to medical training.

It's what your father wanted, Michael.

So why didn't he tell me that?

I don't know.

I'm not going to let him do this to me.

Can we discuss this at the main
house? Come on.

Safe journey, old friend.

Derek?

- What's the matter?
- Robbo.

- Robbo.
- He's going now.

Last night, every bloody one!

All of it!

Say goodbye, now.

Someone came for him.

He was killed.

I'm telling you...

..it isn't right!

Today, we begin the practical stage
of the course.

I didn't get to dissect a real
cadaver at med school.

Our bodies were on a digital anatomy
tables.

Well, thanks to these kind people,

they've generously donated their
bodies

to give you the opportunity to do it
for real.

Now, as you know, pathologists start
their postmortems

in a variety of different ways.

Would someone like to tell me what
their first incision would be?

So, I would start from the sternal
notch,

then down the centre of the sternum
itself,

and then I'd extend the incision

down the midline of the abdominal
wall to the pubis.

Good.

As a forensic pathologist,

I would start with an incision from
behind each ear

that comes to the sternal notch

before proceeding down the sternum,

to give a closer look at the
anterior aspect of the neck.

But I think you're right.

I know some of you may have seen PMs,

but, given this is the first time
you're actually doing it yourselves,

I would start with the midline
incision.

Does anyone want to demonstrate?

I'll give it a go. Great.

- Anyone from over here?
- Sure.

How deep do I cut?

Well, if you start with the thorax,

the breastbone is so close to the skin

that no matter how hard you try,

there's very little you can do wrong.

Famous last words.

It's cold and wet...

..like leather.

Yeah, you have to be careful of
the subcutaneous fat,

it will make your hands very slippery.

I'll just change my gloves.

Would someone else like to take over
for the next stage?

I think I've cut further down than I
should have.

Ah, yes, you have.

What is that?

Ana, can you pass a petri dish
and some forceps? Thanks.

Here.

Thanks.

It looks like an opiate patch.

There's another piece.

How did it get in his stomach?

He must've swallowed it.

Was it a suicide?

Maybe someone fed it to this
guy... to kill him.

That's all speculation.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

6367.

I'm just going to check the paperwork.

Don't do anything more for now.

Dr Alexander, my body's bleeding.

Henry, embalmed bodies don't bleed.
You know that.

You've cut your own finger.

Where are you living now?

I'm still at my grandmother's...

..until I find somewhere.

How's that working out?

I've got my dad living with me.

I think I'm cramping her style.

This morning, she told me she wanted
another tattoo for her birthday.

- What's this?
- That is tea.

- Now I know why you're still single.
- Oh, ouch.

You and Nikki...

..you never...?

What?

Two gorgeous people like you...

No, she's with Matt. Has been for
ages, all very happy. Thank you.

1A - Bronchopneumonia, 1B - Emphysema.

Would that explain the fentanyl
patches?

No, he'd been complaining of feeling
unwell -

sore throat and shortness of breath.

He was prescribed antibiotics but
was later found dead.

There's some discolouration on the
inner aspect of the upper lip...

..with a torn fraenum and what looks
like bruising and abrasions

on the labial mucosa.

Difficult to be certain

with postmortem changes and
embalming but...

..there may be a few petechial
haemorrhages here.

Has somebody punched him?

Maybe he was suffocated?

What are you going to do?

Let the police and coroner know.

So you think this death is suspicious?

It's unexplained, certainly.

Either way, it won't be easy finding
answers,

given he's been dead for nearly two
months

and his body has been through the
embalming process.

But nothing's impossible, right?

If the coroner asks to have a
postmortem,

do you think we could come along and
observe?

- Can we?
- I can ask, but it's not for me to say.

Listen, I think we'll have to stop
for today,

but I'll let you know what's
happening as soon as I can.

- Cheers.
- Thank you.

I love watching you work.

Oh, thanks.

I really do.

I'm serious.

Ollie.

What's wrong with that? It's true.

Stop it.

You're being watched.

Ah!

He fancies you, too.

What is that?

Coprolites - preserved faeces from
Bronze Age wetland sites,

specifically looking at residual
vegetation and parasite traces.

All right.

How about...

..a blind date?

I don't do blind dates.

I've got the perfect woman for you.

Simone, you barely know me.

So maybe we should ask someone who
does.

Was he alone when he died?

We have a policy here at Watercress

not to leave anyone in their final
moments on their own.

Good morning, Kate. How's Bob today?

Still not eating.

I'm going to take him out, see if it
perks him up.

You could talk to Amrita, who was
your father's main carer...

..or Dr Young.

Dr Young was your father's
doctor during his time here with us.

Good morning.

This is Hannah Robson,
Nigel Robson's daughter.

Ah, yes, Robbo.

We're so very sorry for your loss.

Was he in pain?

Well, your father complained of
a sore throat,

difficulty in breathing.

He had a history of emphysema.

We tested for Covid but that was
negative,

so I prescribed some antibiotics...

but unfortunately...
the following day, he was found dead.

I thought you said he wasn't alone.

He died in his sleep.

Amrita was with him in the lodge,
before he slept.

Looking for Derek. Um...

Outside with Amrita.

Do you need a hand?

No, no, no. I'm fine.

Have you talked to your brother?

Not for an age.

Same with my father.

My aunt sent me a message last summer,

saying that he was here...

..and that I should come home and
make peace

and I left it and I left it...

..and now it's...

Perfect.

What does she do?

I'm not going to say anything more.

Don't want to ruin the surprise.

She's going to get the surprise,
when I don't turn up.

When was the last proper
relationship you had?

Define relationship.

Someone you see more than once and
you know their second name.

Why not? Take a risk.

Yeah. It's just Dad, he's...

..he's all over the place at the
minute.

- He's got worse?
- There's no getting better.

And after what happened with Ryan...

Well, if it isn't Detective Sergeant
Galloway!

- All right?
- Hello, all right?

Because of the embalming,

any residual blood will be hard and
brittle.

Now, I'll be taking samples of his
liver for toxicology

to see if the fentanyl had actually
been absorbed

and for any other drugs and
medications that might be present.

But first I'm going to remove
Mr Robson's toenail.

With tissues that grow slowly,
like hair and nails,

we can test sections to look
at possible drug administration

over a period of time.

This is why I'm not a pathologist.

We know Mr Robson was complaining
of difficulties with his breathing,

so now we'll focus our attention
on his internal organs.

As you know, fresh lungs

are normally reddy-pink in colour

and aerated, sponge-like and floppy...

I'll call you back
as soon as possible.

..whereas these are much firmer
and more solid

as a result of the embalming.
I'll call you as soon as...

No, that's the pathologist.

Yes, she's a woman.

Now, lungs with pneumonia usually
have areas of consolidation.

But apart from some changes
in the airspaces,

consistent with emphysema...
I'm at work!

- ..the parenchyma appears homogenous...
- I've got...

- ..with no obvious consolidation.
- I've got to go.

I've got to go.

Oh. Um... Sorry.

Sorry. His lungs. I'm totally
with you.

So, if it's not pneumonia,
could his breathing difficulties

have been complications with
the fentanyl patches?

It's the right question to ask.

Let's hope that the body provides
an answer. But what do you think?

Well... opiates can
depress respiration,

so wait for toxicology?

And we'll have to wait on histology

to confirm whether there's any
microscopic evidence

that he did actually have pneumonia.

Sorry. Sorry.

Hello?

I...

..didn't hang up on you.

- Sergeant Galloway?
- OK, yeah, indeed. Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry again. Sorry.

Next I'll be looking at the larynx,

which I've removed
for further dissection.

I'm looking at the thyroid cartilage.

And the hyoid bone,
in particular the horns.

The horns are compressed...

..and the hyoid bone is fractured.

Does that suggest he was murdered?

Are you meant to be here?
The other students have all gone.

I'm just waiting for Dr Alexander.

She said she'd help me
with my research paper, so...

Well, she might be a while, so...

That's fine.

- I'll come back later.
- Right.

No. Look, it's OK. It's all going
to get sorted. It's...

His wedding's been cancelled
three times.

Sorry again about earlier.

It's just... first it was
the lockdown,

then the second lockdown,
then the venue went bust and, um...

..now she's having second
thoughts. Great.

About getting married? What?!

You married at all?

- Not even a bit.
- Great.

OK. So, my first instincts
with this old boy

is that he was going through
all sorts of pain,

so he thought he'd nick a few fentanyl
patches off the old sweetie trolley.

How would he have got hold of them?
I mean...

surely they would
have been locked away.

Someone also cut the patches up

so the fentanyl was more
rapidly absorbed.

OK. So the care home's
got some questions to answer.

And there's the fractured hyoid.

Yeah, OK. Look, look, I can see
where you're going with this.

There is evidence to suggest that
our guy was drugged

and possibly that he was suffocated
or strangled

because of the bruising on the lips and
the fractures, but how do we prove that?

I mean, he could as easily have
swallowed the fentanyl patches himself,

and the fractured hyoid could have been a
result of an injury from the postmortem.

I mean, come on, you and I both know
what that body's gone through,

some junior technician fumbling
around trying to embalm the poor sod.

I mean, he probably injected the
formaldehyde in the neck

instead of the groin.

You're right, Detective Sergeant,

the technician did use
the carotid artery.

I'm a genius. I am a genius.

So how do you explain the bleeding
around the fractured hyoid bone?

There's bleeding?

It suggests that there was pressure
on Mr Robson's neck

while he was still alive.

Um...

This is what I love about you people.

I've just had the police on the phone.

They want to ask some questions
about the recent death.

What kind of questions?

I don't know.

They wouldn't tell me very much.

About Robbo?

There's no need to worry about that.

Mr Robson died in his sleep.

You and I both know that.

But what... Why would they...? Oh...

Why would they want to come here
if it's not suspicious?

It's just routine questions.
It'll be fine.

It'll be fine.

Any results yet?

Still waiting.

That student's back
in reception again.

You know, the good-looking one.

What, Ollie?

They're post grads, right?

Yeah. They're all doing really well.

You with Jack tomorrow?

Yeah, at the care home.

I was asking him about crime scene
management and he said,

"Why don't you come along?"
I'm looking forward to it. I think.

You'll be fine.

- Night.
- Night.

- Have a good one, yeah?
- You too.

Hi.

I wanted to invite you to our
Halloween party.

- Er... that's kind...
- Oh, come on. It'll be fun.

This department have to go in the
goriest, most disgusting costumes.

And the tradition is that someone
from the faculty

comes and judges them.

With your strong stomach, you'll be...

You'll be perfect.

Any news on Mr Robson?

Mm. The police and two of my colleagues
are going out to the care home tomorrow.

Will they find out who did it?

We'll have to wait and see.

At least think about it.

Hello?

You called me?

The, um... the police...

They're looking
into your father's death.

What do you mean?
Why would they do that?

I-I, um...

I don't know.

I'm...

I'm really sorry.

I still can't believe you didn't
tell me

what he was planning to do.

Your sister was here.

- What the hell does she want?!
- Um... sorry.

Are you meeting someone?

Oh, I'm in the wrong place.
Don't worry.

- Simone was right.
- Huh?

Simone.

Are you Liz?

Hey, I'm only here because Simone
told me I'd be missing out

if I didn't come... and she'd never
talk to me again.

Ah, well, that might have be
a blessing. She can really talk.

Are they your dancing shoes? Um...

Right.

Tip, tip, toe!

Tippety-toe!

- Tip, tip, tip and toe!
- You're good.

It's all coming back to me.

Woo! Oh!

Whoa, whoa! You all right?

Is that part of the dance?

One, two, three, four.

- One, two, three, four.
- Ready?

Here we go!

Jack?

What? Wait? Hold on, Dad.

They say there's going
to be a flood...

Oh.

Liz, this is my Dad, Conor.

Hi. Do you want some tea?

Um... That would be great.

Milk? Sugar?

Just milk, thanks.

Oh, I'm sorry!

Simone warned me about your tea.

Uh... I make a wonderful cup
of tea, actually!

Has anyone explained that when
a body is embalmed,

the skin changes colour?

The, um, family liaison officer
warned me.

It's sometimes better to remember
someone as they were.

I... I don't remember him.

OK.

I thought he'd given his body
to the university.

That's right. He did.

So why is he here?

The doctor said it was natural causes.

What are all these
investigations about?

Well, there have been a few issues
that have come up since,

that do need to be explained.

You think he was murdered?

I'm not able to answer that
at present.

The coroner has asked the police
to investigate.

OK.

Hello, Dad.

Long time, no see.

God, what happened to you?

When my mum died...

..I found myself on top of
a railway bridge

ready to end it all,
just like she did.

I was so convinced it was
all my fault.

I was 15 on the last train to London.

That's why I'm here.

Hi. Where is she?

My sister. I was told she was here.

Michael Robson?

She has no right to be here!

Michael?

You shouldn't be here!

Um, Mr Robson...

Neither should Dad.

Should we take this
conversation elsewhere?

They think that Dad's death
is unexplained.

Like most of his life.
Why are you here?

He was my Dad too.

And where were you when
I was wiping his arse?

Mopping up his sick?

Have you paid for any of his care?

I wasn't here.

No, you weren't. No-one was except me.

You know, he kept going on
and on about you,

saying you'd come back.

Well, you're too late.

It's all over now. You hear me?

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

It's fine. He's, um...

He's just upset.

Why do you think he doesn't want
my father donating his body?

I'm sure these questions will be
asked as part of the investigation.

OK, thanks.

Simone, you all right?

Yeah. Just calling, see how you are.

What's happened?

Nothing.

Shall I cook tonight?

- Oh, that'd be lovely.
- Great. See you later.

All right, bubs. Bye.

Storm Freddie is due

to hit the west coast
later this evening.

It follows quickly on the heels
of Storm Emily,

that caused extensive flooding
around the country,

with damage to properties
and infrastructure

estimated to be
in the tens of millions of pounds.

Oh!

People in the effected area
are being advised not to travel

unless absolutely necessary,

and, if possible, to move furniture
and treasured possessions upstairs.

What the hell's happening to me?

- All right, Jacky Boy?
- All right, pal?

- See you inside?
- Aye.

- Liz had a great night.
- Ah.

Irish dancing. Really?

Yeah, just sort of came to me.

Got a list of tasks for you today.

- Ah. Changing the subject.
- Nice.

I will be mentoring you
during this investigation.

Your competency will need to be
checked and double-checked.

Is that what Liz said
to you last night?

Wow.

Is the DS here?

Yeah. He's inside, talking
to the manager, Mary Thorpe.

He's going to speak to the doctor
and a few key members of staff also.

We take his lead on this.

What are you implying,
that I might use my initiative?

Hm.

Mr Robson's room is in the lodge -
down the way, there.

Still empty, I believe. Heads up.

Thanks.

What?

Er, I've been looking at
a few places for my dad.

Not here, but it's, um...

It's like looking for
a plot in a cemetery.

It doesn't have to be.

There's many people
live in care homes happily.

You know, there's 24-hour care,
they're safe, they're warm...

Yeah.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Hi. Who's this, then?

- Bob.
- Bob.

He's a bit poorly.

Aw. How old is he?

16.

16? Wow, that's a good age.

My daughter gave him to me when
my husband died. Absolute Godsend.

Nice to meet you, Bob.

- Bye, Bob.
- See ya.

It's coming, Bobby.

It's coming to wash us all clean.

Door handles - don't touch them
unless you absolutely have to,

and, when you do, try to touch
where normal users wouldn't.

- "Normal users"?
- Yeah.

Think about the perpetrator.

Walk in their shoes.

Imagine their actions.

Learn to spot the things
others might not see.

Look at your crime scene
from all perspectives.

Take in all possibilities.

Don't turn the light on
without checking the switch first,

for blood and prints,
and remember to look up.

The best clues are often above
or behind you.

I'll talk about walking up steps
and setting up a work space later.

- Check that with the CSM, obviously.
- Obviously.

Rule number one -

always go to the loo
before you go out to a scene.

DOOR OPENS Now you tell me.

Can I help you?

Hello. I'm Jack Hodgson
and this is Simone Tyler.

Ah, from The Lyell?

- That's right.
- I'm Dr Young.

Who's there?

Don't worry yourself, Derek.

We do not want to overly concern
the residents.

You seem a little young
to be joining us, but...

Derek!

..there's room for a littl'un.

Derek, behave yourself.

- Getting jealous, my dear heart?
- He used to be an actor.

"Used to be"?!

Actors never die,
they simply change agents.

I didn't order a bouncy castle.

Sorry.

- Word of advice - never get married.
- OK.

I told the manager, Mrs Thorpe,

that you're going be opening
the controlled medicine cabinet.

- Right.
- There's this one

and there's one on the first floor
landing of the main building.

Who else has keys to this?

Myself and Mrs Thorpe and Amrita,
the senior care assistant.

OK. Mrs Thorpe is going to find
the drugs books

and the visitor book -
which you both need to sign -

but we're also going to need
the incident book.

Want to take a look?

Yeah. Sure.

She's up at the main house.

Sorry.

Hello.

Hello, love.

What's a pinata?

Robbo?

Who are you? Where's Robbo?

My name's Jack Hodgson.

Come along, Derek.

I heard him.

Yes, of course you did, my darling.

Sounded like someone
was choking him to death.

Was it you?

Come along, Derek.

Early onset dementia.

And he's taking those painkillers
that make you go a bit doolally.

He's been gone for two months.
You won't find anything.

When you leave here,
you leave without a trace.

I'm Beattie Elletson.
My husband was a copper.

I'm not police.

I didn't say you were.

Follow me.

Derek seemed to think
he was strangled.

Robbo's wife was haunting him.

From what I could gather,
it wasn't a very happy marriage.

Did you know she killed herself?

Some 20 years ago.

I think that both his children
were deeply affected

by the things that happened
all those years ago,

mainly because Robbo
refused to talk about it.

His dead wife talked to him, though.

I could hear him shouting at her
to leave him alone.

It's sad, really.

Still, I suppose
we all have our ghosts.

How long have you been here?

Longer than expected.

Much of the time, I'm fine.
But then...

..suddenly, I can't breathe

and then it's all blues and twos
and everybody's in a panic.

- I'm a bloody miracle.
- Hm!

I, er... had better get back to work.

Robbo's been dead some two months.

We do still have his details,
but we've taken it off the database.

I'll have to find them.

Great. And the incident and
the visitors book would be great.

Can't you see how understaffed we are?

I understand,
but I'm just doing my job.

You can look through
the visitors book,

but you can't take it with you.

Oh. I don't... I don't see why not.

Well, you wouldn't, would you?

You haven't been here
these past 18 months,

going through what we've
been forced to go through.

I'm sorry about Robbo,
he was a much-loved resident,

but you'll have to give me more time.

- Oh, Mrs Thorpe?
- Coming, Dot.

Those records would be so useful.

Mrs Thorpe!

Yes, coming.

I'll get someone to bring over
the incident book

- from the lodge for you.
- Thank you.

- The incident book.
- Thank you.

Can I ask what it is
you're looking for, exactly?

Well, we believe Mr Robson swallowed
a fentanyl patch.

- Fentanyl?
- Mm.

That's a Schedule 2 medicine.

If we had any, it would have
been under lock and key.

Yeah. Well, the night Mr Robson died,

the night
you prescribed him antibiotics,

you weren't actually here.

No. I was informed of the symptoms
and prescribed accordingly.

Is that usual practice?

In the last year or so,

it's become harder
and harder to be everywhere at once.

I called in the next morning.

When Mr Robson was already dead.

Come to arrest me?

For medicinal purposes only, is it?

Get a smoke in before the storm comes.

You know you could cause an explosion

using a naked flame around oxygen?

Next you'll be telling me smoking
40 a day is bad for my health.

Found anything?

Very much doubt it.

Want my DNA?

Not sure we have reasonable grounds
for that, do we?

My husband, bless him,
used to think DNA was... cheating.

Did he?

You think Robbo was unlawfully killed?

I don't know.

If he was,
we're going to have a hard time

proving who was responsible for it.

Robbo liked his puzzles.

His little games.

He'd have been laughing at us now.

Mr Robson was prescribed 20mg
morphine capsules three times a day

that could be topped up with
Oramorph for breakthrough pain.

Dr Young prescribed according to
the pain management ladder -

paracetamol to co-codamol
to morphine -

but there's no indication that he
went as far as prescribing fentanyl.

So how did it get
into Mr Robson's gut?

If these records are correct,
and they are from the pharmacy,

the care home haven't had fentanyl
since before Mr Robson arrived.

The man in the room next to Robson

said he heard him being strangled
or suffocated.

- Yeah, I spoke with him. Derek.
- Uh-huh.

Come on. You and I both know
that a resident with dementia,

their evidence isn't
going to carry much weight.

And yet we know
that the fractured hyoid bone

- points to Mr Robson being strangled.
- Yeah. All right.

Dr Young wasn't there
the night before Robson died.

Who administered
the antibiotics he prescribed?

Well, according to the rota,
senior care assistant Amrita Naidu.

It was her day off today.
I'll speak to her tomorrow.

The room was clean as a whistle.

I accept that
it would have had a deep clean

soon after the body was removed,
but there was barely a speck of dust

and the smell of cleaning products?
Like napalm.

There's a presence of
morphine metabolites in his toenail

dating back
to around eight months ago.

And there's no previous indication
of fentanyl,

suggesting that this is the first
time he was exposed to the patches.

Did the fentanyl kill him?

It would have been enough
to render him unconscious.

And then he was strangled
or suffocated?

Michael?

Michael?

Michael!

Michael, it's me, Amrita.

I... I helped you
when you needed help.

I risked my job helping you
with your father.

I need you to help me,
please, Michael. Please.

Guys?

"I know who killed Robbo"?
Who sent you this?

Must be someone from the care home.

You gave them your number?

Is that unethical?

Who did you give your number to?

Well, I put it in the visitors book.

Yeah, they're not answering.

OK, send me a screen
grab of that number,

I'll get in touch with
the phone company.

And we need to get back
to the care home now.

I sense I haven't passed my
assessment with flying colours.

Where have you been?

I saw you.

If you leave now, they WILL get
suspicious and come after you.

I can't protect you.

They're going to blame me.

No.

No, I will not let that happen.

We've got to get the residents
out of the lodge

and up to the main house.

Please.

We are doing everything
we can to restore power

but I would urge people
to stay where they are,

upstairs if they have one.

Our teams are rescuing
as many people as possible.

Just hold tight,

cos whilst the rain is
beginning to subside,

water volume continues to grow.

The flood defences
to the west have been breached,

which means a large volume
of water is heading our way

and will almost certainly have
a devastating impact.

Oh! You scared me to death. Who is it?

Oh, it's you. You look incredible.

Your outfit's, er...

I mean, wow. Respect.

You know you're here to judge the
competition, not to win it?

- Whoa!
- Come on, let's get you a drink.

..storm force winds are still
pushing across England and Wales.

What are you going to do?

It's clearly too deep.

What's the worst that can happen?

Irreparable damage to
the electrical system,

water getting into
the engine and it seizing,

or we just get swept away.

Same number.

"I think they're going
to kill again." Drive.

Thank you.

You haven't judged our costumes yet.

Come on, judge. Take a seat.

How am I supposed to judge them

when I don't even know
who Henry is meant to be?

You have to guess.
Wrong answer gets a shot.

Um... Psycho?

Jessica Fletcher, who else?

I thought this was supposed
to be a Halloween party.

There's going to be a very bloody
murder and I'm here to solve it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's your night off. Stop working.

Drink, drink, drink, drink...

- OK, give it back.
- Nope.

Come on. It could be important.

- I'm not finished yet.
- Please.

Next question.

Are you single?

Give it.

The main house is on higher ground.

Let go of me.

Come on, Derek,
we're just trying to save you.

- Save me from what?
- The flood, darling.

- We need to get you all out of the lodge.
- Let it take me.

Take us all... This is my home!

Hey, Derek.

Hi.

They're trying to hurt me
like they hurt Robbo.

Derek, there's a storm.
What shall we take?

What's the most precious
thing you have?

What's happening?

- We have to go now.
- I'm scared.

Come on, Derek. This way.

Me too, but I think
we can do it together.

Every inch a king.

My poor Bobby's not well.

- Let me take him.
- No, no, he's in pain.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks.

Rage!

Blow, you cataracts and hurricanoes...

Brilliant, brilliant, my liege,

but we really need to get inside now.

I am... a very foolish... fond old man.

Four score and upward,
not an hour, more or less, and...

and, to deal plainly,

I... fear

I am not in my perfect mind.

All right, well, let's get you in.
Come on, Derek. Up you get. Please.

They told me I was everything!

Tis a lie!

I am not ague-proof.

Jack, it's Steve.
Hope you're able to pick this up.

We traced the fingerprints that
you took at the care home.

One set has a problem.
It belongs to an Amrita Naidu.

She works at the care home

but that's not her real name.

She could be the killer mentioned
in the message sent to Simone.

Ja...

I think his hip

has broken or something.

He had an operation last year.

You're right, he's not doing well.

The vet said it was
only a matter of time.

How are you with a syringe, Jack?

We need to get everyone upstairs.

There's warm clothes up there as well.

Will you get her back
in her room, please?

It's for the dog. Beattie's asked.

In my early life I was a vet.
I would do it myself but...

You can't kill the dog.

Poor fool is hanged.

My poor Bobby.

He's... feeling so bad,

in such pain.

It's for the best. I know it.

Come on, everyone.

Please be careful.

It's OK.

It's been estimated

that a month's worth of rain has
fallen in the last 48 hours...

Is that you, Jack?

Well done.

Not easy.

Pop him down there.
Mary will take care of it.

You're freezing. Come on.
We need to get you upstairs.

You know, I don't think
I can manage this on my own.

Then I'm going to have to carry you.

I thought you'd never ask.

There we go.

Jack?

If the town has been hit
as badly as we have,

we could be trapped out here for days.

We need to get you warm.

How are you going to do that, Jack,
with no electricity?

- Oh, thank you.
- OK?

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