All language subtitles for Four.Lives.S01E02.1080p.WEBRip3_English

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[ Cellphone ringing ]

-Hello?

-Mrs. Sak.
DC Slaymaker.

-Look, what's happening?

-We're still waiting
on toxicology results.

Um, that's why I'm calling.

In order to run the tests, some
body parts had to be removed.

Do you want 'em disposed of

or have them put back
with the body?

It's a question
we have -- we have to ask.

It's entirely up to you.

-Oh, my God.
For fuck's sake.

-What the bloody hell's
going on?

-[ Sobbing ]
-What? What happened?

-Hello? I'm Sarah's sister.

What is it?
What's going on?

-God, it is disgusting.

-I need to know what she wants
to do with the parts

which were removed from
Anthony's body for the tests.

The, uh...

The lab can dispose of 'em,

but some cultures require them
to be put back with the body

before being returned
to the relatives.

It's a question we have to ask.

-There's a way of asking.

-Tell him I don't care
what he does with 'em!

I just want my son home!

-I hope you heard that!

-Yes, I did.
Thank you.

[ Receiver hangs up ]

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[ Knocks on door ]

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-All right, neighbour?

-Yeah, late finish,
but I saw you were in.

I did want a quick word,
actually.

I still can't get
my head 'round it.

-'Round what?

-Gabriel.

Going back to Slovakia,
just taking ill, dying.

I mean, I know he looked in need
of a good meal.

But he didn't look sick.

-Or a case of what he wasn't
he telling us, I think.

-How do you mean?

-Well, could have been
incubating something nasty,

didn't want us to know about.

And if he was,
he should have told me,

instead of bringing his germs
into my flat.

[ Television playing
indistinctly ]

-Did you and he get on?

-Why would you ask that?

-Well, that time
you brought him 'round,

you let on he found you
intimidating.

-That's a first.

Do I intimidate you?

-Well, no, but I know you,
Stephen.

-Yeah.

Know what a complete knob
I am, eh?

-Did you and he ever...

-Nah.

He looked fit on the website,
but in person, no chemistry.

One time, I said, uh,

I thought he looked like
he needed a cuddle,

but he wouldn't get into bed.

Some of these are all right.

[ Laptop buttons clicking ]

-Not really my scene.

-No?

-What's that?
-What's what?

-On there.

Didn't know you were
into that shit.

-Only when I, uh...

inject a bit of extra fun
into the action.

-What's Seville got
that Gravesend hasn't?

-Um, well, sunshine.

We got sunshine-

-You mean fog and drizzle.
What else?

-It's got nightlife.

Clubs! Bars!
Restaurants.

-We got bars and restaurants.

-Stinking boozers and greasy
kebab shops don't count.

-Okay, okay, when we've bought
a place of our own, married,

then we can save up for
a little hideaway in Seville.

-Or Barcelona, or Lisbon,
or Paris.

World's our lobster, isn't it?

-Oi!
Give it back!

-Catch!

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-I still think we should look
at Sevenoaks.

Be handy for my work,

and if your boss does open his
place there...

Dan?

-Mmm?

-What you doing?

-Nothing.

-I'm trying to talk to you about
something that's important.

That's if buying
a place together

is still important to you?

-Yeah.
Course it is.

-More than messaging
other people?

-I'm not -- I'm not messaging
other people.

-Well, what are you doing, then?

-Just texting work, see if he
needs me evenings next week.

Is that okay?

Ricky, why are you being touchy?

-I'm not touchy.

Just...

I just wanna make sure
you're still committed.

-To buying a place together?
-To us.

-Of course I am.

Hey.

Hey, of course I am,
you idiot.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

-Hurricanes often fall as
atmospheric disturbances...

-Sami, come on!

Your train's in twenty minutes.

-Coming!

Hate this.

-What?
-You here.

Me Essex.

Not for much longer, yeah?

-I can't move now, Sami.

I've changed my mind.

I want to stay.

-Stay till when?

-Well, I dunno.

Can't even think about moving
'til I get Anthony home.

-But if you here, I Essex.

I'm your husband. My job
is to take care of you.

-Yeah, I understand love,
but it feels wrong.

Anthony bloody hated Hull,
but it was his home.

Anyway, I need to --

I need to be here
to look after him, too.

-He doesn't speak to you.

Act like you don't exist.

Come 'round from work, eat meal,
sit miserable by TV.

No "thanks", no nothing.

I'm just taking Sami
to the station, love.

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-Hi, it's Dan.

Just leave a message and I'll
get back to you soon as I can.

[ Answering machine beeps ]

-Hey, it's me.
Where are you?

Have you missed the last train
or what?

Just let me know, will you?

[ Motorcycle engines revving ]

[ Sighs ]

-Hi, it's Dan.

Just leave a message and I'll
get back to you soon as I can.

[ Answering machine beeps ]

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-Police, how can I help?

-I'd like to report someone
as missing, please.

-Off you go, Max.

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[ Max barking ]

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[ Doorbell rings ]

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-Ricky Waumsley?

[ Door closes ]

Sorry to tell you
we've received information

Daniel was found dead
earlier this morning.

-[ Laughs ]

-Where?

How?

-He's been found hanged

in a churchyard in Barking.

-Hanged?

-It would appear so.

We don't really have
any more detail.

Because of where it happened,
it's being dealt with by the
Met,

Barking and Dagenham.

-Sarah.

You alright?
-Yeah, you?

-Have you got time for a coffee?

-Yeah.

-Got a call from Slaymaker.

I chased him again,
about the malicious texts.

I says to him,
"You must have ways of

tracing telephone numbers?"

But he said he's passed it
on to Hull police.

So I've just been
down there now.

They just seem to think
that it's a...

some weirdo, not to do
with this Joe Dean

or anybody who even knew
what happened to Anth.

-Maybe they're right, Tom.

-I just keep thinking that if...

Well, if that's what he really
thought about us before he died,

you know, have we really
fucked him up?

-We can't let ourselves
think like that.

-You know, when we got back
together that second time,

when he was fourteen,
he -- he was made up.

I mean, if we had stayed
a family,

he might not even have left
Hull.

-That's bollocks.
-Got involved in that daft

Uni stuff,
messing around with lads.

-Oh, bloody hell. What, you
think that turned him gay?

-I don't know.
-That is bullshit!

-Is it?
-It is absolute bullshit.

And it takes two people
to screw up a marriage.

So don't you lay what happened
to Anthony at my door.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

-Hello?

-Ricky Waumsley?

-Yeah.
-My name's DC Slaymaker.

I'm calling from Barking
and Dagenham CID.

Um, I believe you had a visit
from the local police?

-Yeah, they were just here.
-Right, so --

so you're aware of the situation
regarding Daniel?

-All they told me was that
he'd hung himself.

-Uh, hung himself?
-In a churchyard in Barking.

-There's obviously been
some crossed wires here.

He wasn't found hanged.
-What?

Uh, investigations
are still ongoing,

but it appears
to be an overdose.

-An overdose?
-Yes. Drugs.

-Then why -- why tell me that
-- that he'd been found hanged?

-I've no idea how that
misunderstanding has arisen.

-Rafael, hi.
-Hi.

-Uh, listen, I'm sorry
to bother you again,

but I just wanted to check --
have you heard about Gabriel?

-Yeah.

The, uh -- the police
spoke to his brother.

He had to fly to London
to identify him.

-Do you have any idea
how he died?

-No.

His brother said
that the police

are still investigating, um...

But I did find this friend on
Gab's Facebook

called John Luck.

-John Luck?
-I messaged him.

I think he's the guy that, uh.

Gab went to stay with
after he left you.

He didn't know
that Gab had died.

He said that they spent
two nights together, um,

and then he left
with some guy called Dan.

And then yesterday, the police
called to say

that another body had been
found in the cemetery.

-Fuck!
Another?

-And the dead guy's name
is Daniel.

-Jesus.

[ Telephone ringing ]

-Barking and Dagenham CID.

How can I help?

-Hello, my name is John Pape.

Is this the office dealing with
the death of Gabriel Kovari?

-It is.
-Yes.

Uh, I understand another body's
been found

in the graveyard in Barking.

Um, guy called Daniel.

Can you tell me
any more about it?

-Are you next-of-kin?
-No.

But I knew Gabriel Kovari.

He stayed at my flat
for a while.

Sorry, I can't give details
unless you're next of kin.

-Just hold on.
Hold on.

There was another death,
last June.

Uh, Anthony Walgate.

He was found in a nearby street.

Now, three young men found dead
so close together,

it -- it just seems
very suspicious.

-I can assure you none
are being investigated

as suspicious deaths.

Thank you for your call, sir.

Goodbye.

[ Call ends ]

-Uh, You've been friends with
Daniel for some years, then?

-Um, we're...

We were in a long-term
relationship.

-Was it an open relationship?

-No.

No way.

-You weren't aware of Daniel
seeing other men?

-Why are you asking me that?

-We're trying to establish
why he might have chosen

to take his own life.

-You said there was
a suicide note.

-We're still examining it.

So, as far as you're concerned,

it was a monogamous
relationship?

-Yeah.

-He didn't use, uh,
gay dating apps at all?

Grindr, Bender, and so on?

-Not that I know.

-Was he into more
extreme sexual practices?

-What?
-I'm not being judgmental.

But obviously, I'm aware
that some gay men

like to explore their sexuality
beyond normal limits.

-I'm not discussing
our sex life.

-I don't want to pry --
-Then don't.

It's private.

-What about drugs?
Did he use 'em?

-We sh-- shared a spliff
once in Amsterdam.

Made us both feel sick.

-You weren't aware of him
using G?

-What's G?

-GHB.

You must know what that is?

-S-Sorry, I don't.

-A drug that's commonly used
by gay men.

-I'm sorry, gay men
aren't all the same.

I've never heard of it.

-It's used to heighten
sexual experience,

also suppresses inhibitions.

But it's also dangerous.

It's very, very easy
to overdose.

-Are you saying that Daniel used
this drug to kill himself?

-It's certainly looking
that way, yes.

We'll have to wait on
toxicology results to be sure.

Have you got a sample
of Daniel's handwriting,

so we can compare it
to the suicide note?

Um...

[ Sniffling ]

Will that do?
-Yeah, thanks.

Uh, one more thing.

Did Daniel have a friend
called Gabriel?

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-What was he doing in Barking?

-Maybe he wasn't as happy
with me as I thought.

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[ Sobbing ]

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-He was here, apparently.

Leaning against this wall.

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-Is this where he took
the overdose?

-That's our working assumption.

-How did he get here?

-Walked, I assume.

-Can't you check CCTV?

-I'm not sure there's any

that'll help us with
what happened here.

And we do have other indicators,
such as the suicide note.

-So, can I see it?

-I'm afraid it's not possible
for you to see it, Mr. Waumsley.

-Why not?

-We can only show it
to the next-of-kin.

-Fuck's sake,
I'm Daniel's partner!

-Nonetheless, that's the
protocol we have to abide by.

-You have no idea
what Daniel meant to me.

-If you'd like to come with us,

Mr. Whitworth,
we'll show you the note.

-No. No. No. No.
-Can't I?

-You're a stepmother
to the deceased?

-Yeah.

-[ Sighs ] Seeing as you're --
as you're not next of kin,

I'm afraid the answer's no.

-His-- His birth mother's dead.

Mand--
Mandy was a mother to Daniel!

-You have to let me.

Adam can't possibly do something
like that on his own.

-"I am sorry to everyone,
mainly my family,

but I can't go on anymore,

I took the life of my friend
Gabriel.

We was just having some fun
at a mate's place,

and I got carried away
and gave him another shot of G.

I didn't notice
while we was having sex

that he had stopped breathing.

I blame myself
for what happened.

I hope he will forgive me.

BTW --
Please do not blame the guy

I was with last night.

We only had sex, then I left.

He knows nothing
of what I have done.

I have taken what G I have left
with sleeping pills,

so if it does kill me,
it's what I deserve.

Feeling dizzy now,
as took ten min ago,

so hoping you understand
my writing.

I dropped my phone on way here,

so it should be
in the grass somewhere.

Sorry to everyone.

Love always, Daniel P.W."

-Let's get this clear.

Daniel gave a friend some
drug, um, had sex with him,

but it was too much and he died.
-That's correct.

The body of the young man in
question -- a Gabriel Kovari --

was found in exactly
the same spot

as Daniel
around three weeks ago.

-And --
And then Daniel felt so guilty,

he's, he's come here
and taken his own life?

-Apparently using the same drug.

A bottle of GHB
was found beside him.

-And -- And what's that?

-Uh, it's a --
it's a sedative drug.

Ask Ricky. He'll know.

-That note doesn't sound
like Daniel.

The -- The words he'd use --

-Yeah, he doesn't
mention any of us.

Adam, Ricky.

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-I've already told them.
I'd never heard of GHB.

-I still couldn't tell
if that handwriting was his.

Could you?

-No.

-And that thing about
"don't blame the guy

I was with last night" --
well, who was that?

-What's it matter, Mandy?

He's dead.

All these questions
aren't gonna bring him back.

We'll just have to try
and accept it.

-How am I ever gonna do that?

It's one thing to be told
he's killed himself,

another to find out
he's been meeting

some random guy for sex...

...but to -- but to hear
he could be responsible

for killing someone else...

[ Sniffles ]

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[ Door opens ]

-Can I help, sir?

-I'm on bail.

Need to report monthly.
-Okey dokey.

I'll need some details
and an autograph.

-No worries.

-Got a date for trial yet?

-Not yet.

They said it could be months.

-So, name and address, please.

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Cheers.

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-Leave it, love.

Stop torturing yourself.

-I can't help it, Kate.

I still haven't told Tom about
Anth doing his schoolwork.

Bad enough him finding out
he was gay.

-Bloody hell.

-What? What is it?

-They found another body.

-Hey?
-Look, same place.

Daniel Whitworth.

-"Police said enquiries are
still ongoing,

but there appears to be no
suspicious circumstances."

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-Wondered why you hadn't
dropped by lately.

-Oh, no special reason.

-Thought maybe it was after
you...

spotted that gear in my gaff.

Thought you might be a bit
miffed.

-Well, listen, what other people
get up to is their own business.

I'm just not into any of that.

-Totally respect you for it.

It's just, uh...
It's jut occasional use.

-You're not dealing, then?

There was a fat bit of it.

-Uh, no, no, I never deal.

If I had a go-between,
and he wanted to,

then I might share.

Sort of, uh, enhances the
experience, you know?

-Right.

-Still mates, then?

Haven't got many.

They're all homophobes
at work.

I like to think that I haven't
driven you away.

We still good?

-Yeah, still good.

-Cool.

Look what I picked up
an hour ago.

Hmm?

And now, for the collection.
Huh.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

-Hello?

-Mrs. Sak, it's DC Slaymaker.

We've finally got the toxicology
results back for Antony.

-How many more fucking times?

It's Anthony.

He's lost everything else.
At least give him his name!

-The tests do confirm
the presence of GHB in his body.

-So, he has been murdered then,
hasn't he?

-Mrs. Sak --
-Look, I told you,

Anthony doesn't do drugs,
only poppers.

So someone has given him
that drug, haven't they?

-All the evidence suggests
he's -- he's taken this drug,

he's misjudged the amount,
and died as a consequence.

-He wouldn't do that.

And since he died,
there's two more bodies

found in the same area.

-One of which was a suspected
drug overdose,

the other is a --
is a probable suicide.

We've found nothing to link
those deaths

to -- to that of your son.

And I haven't rung you
to argue the toss, Mrs. Sak.

I'm calling to give you
the results.

-So, does this mean I can
finally get Anthony home?

-Yes.
Yes, it does.

I'll get someone to call
with the arrangements.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

-Right.
Gentlemen.

-Paul?

Come on, lad.

Hey.

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-♪ It's all about you ♪

♪ It's all about you, baby ♪

♪ It's all about you ♪

♪ It's all about you ♪

♪ Yesterday, you asked me
something ♪

♪ I thought you knew ♪

♪ So, I told you with a smile ♪

♪ It's all about you ♪

♪ Then you whispered in my ear ♪

♪ And you told me, too ♪

♪ Said you'd make my life
worthwhile ♪

♪ It's all about you ♪

-You all knew Anthony,
so you'll not need to ask

why I chose that song
to open this service.

You already know that,
for Anthony, life really was

"all about him".

He was an opinionated,
impetuous, impulsive,

outrageous, little sod.

He could start an argument
in an empty room.

He was a prince of fashion,
in his opinion, anyway.

A hypochondriac,
hater of flowers, lover of bees,

an all-round nuisance,
and a walking disaster...

but I wouldn't have had him
any other way.

Some people might want to make
moral judgements

about the way he lived his life.

But I never did,
and I never would.

Nothing he did could ever
stop me loving him.

I loved him with all my heart.

And I know you all did too.

So sorry.

And if the -- oh, sorry.
And if the way he has left us

has left pain and grief,

let's not allow that
to take away from the memories

that we will keep
in our hearts forever.

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-At least he's home now.

-Yeah.

-I wanted grandkids.

-Well, Anth would never have
given you them, would he?

-It's all right for you.
You've still got a son.

-Don't, Tom.

-Paul thinks of you like a dad.

I know.

I'm not proud
of how I'm feeling.

-Well, don't say it, then.

-Come on, love.

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-Come on, eh?

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-This one.

Go on.

[ Vehicle departs ]

-So, at last,
we can put a face to a name.

How long have you been
our Liaison Officer?

-Hull's a long way from Barking.

-What, and our son's life's
not worth the train fare?

So, what's all this about?

-There've been some
developments.

A 29-year-old man
is due to appear in court

over matters
relating to Anthony's death.

-Who?

-Uh, his name's, uh --
his names Stephen Port.

He lived in the flat outside
which Anthony's body was found.

-This is the fella you told us
had lied to you?

-Yes.

He's the man Anthony
met for sex.

-So is this that "Joe Dean"?

-Yes.

He says Anthony
bought drugs with him,

died of an accidental
overdose in his bed,

and that he panicked and moved
his body outside the flat.

-So this Port's basically pulled
the wool over your eyes?

-It wasn't me that took
that first statement.

But yes, he-- he's certainly
gave us a misleading account.

-"A misleading account"?

He's lied through
his fucking teeth!

-How do you know
he's telling the truth now?

-If from what you've told us,

Port is saying that Anthony
took his own drugs.

He would never do that!

Port has given him it!

-That's not what he's told us.

I don't give a shit
what he told you!

-Have you asked him
about those malicious texts?

-We've found nothing
to link him to those.

-Well, it seems bloody dodgy
to me.

-Anthony's been forced to take
this drug and then raped.

He's been given too much
and he's died.

And that in my book says murder.

-That's not what we're saying.

-Yeah, well, I am,
and I'll go on saying it

while there's a hole in my arse.

That's what's happened.

-Look, at the end of the day,
there were two people involved,

and one of 'em's dead.

We're never gonna know
exactly what happened.

-Well, I bloody need to!

And if it was your son,
you'd need to!

And why has it taken
so long to tell us all this?

-It's -- It's taken this long
to get to court.

-You mean because you know it'll
all come out in court.

That's why you're here!

Jesus!

-So when's he in court?

I want to be there.

-Monday.

-This Monday?
It's Friday afternoon.

-And I've got an assessment
on Monday.

I'll get sacked
if I don't turn up.

-I'm a supervisor. I can't take
time off work like that,

at a moment's notice.
-Look, look, I wouldn't worry.

The -- The outcome's
not in doubt.

He's pleading guilty.

The only question is --
is what sentence he gets.

And we'll inform you of that.

-Like you've kept us informed
of everything else so far?

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-That's him.
That's the bastard.

I tell you.

-Oh, God, it is.

Looks nothing like his photo.

-So, did he wear a wig then?

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[ Cellphone ringing ]

-Hiyah.
-I just see the bastard.

The police tell you he 29.

He is more like 40.

They tell you shit all time.
-Okay, just keep calm

and concentrate
on what they say.

-Okay. Okay.
I call you.

-Mr. Port fully acknowledges

that he was wrong
not to have told the truth

about the circumstances
of Anthony Walgate's death

in the first place.

Your honour, Mr. Port has led
an industrious,

law-abiding life.

He represents a low risk
of re-offending.

He was obviously very shocked
when he realised

that Anthony Walgate
had passed away

and committed
the offence through utter panic.

-Can you explain why he
panicked?

-Well, he was afraid
that he might be blamed

for what had happened
to Mr. Walgate.

Just as importantly,
he was concerned

that others might learn
of his sexuality.

He works in a bus garage.

It's an environment
where homosexuality

isn't readily tolerated.

He was afraid of his workmates,
and indeed, the wider community,

finding out and being bullied
in consequence.

So he did the only thing,
Your Honour,

that he could think of
to protect himself

from public exposure
and vilification,

by moving the body
outside of his premises.

-Which clearly misled and
impeded

the police investigation.

-But, Your Honour, my client
did nothing else

to impede the investigation.

He -- He didn't cause suspicion
to fall on anybody else,

or seek to prevent the body
from being discovered.

In view of his previous
exemplary good character,

I hope Your Honour
will not feel it necessary

to impose
a custodial sentence today.

-Eight month!

Eight fucking month!

-You're kidding.
-Port is liar.

I tell you this.

I listen to bullshit he say

and I think he killed
our Anthony for sure.

This not justice.

It's a joke.

In Turkey, a man like this
wouldn't even make it to court.

Someone kill him first.

I tell you this,
when he gets out of prison

I find him
and I deal with him.

Don't say things like that,
Sami!

-Why not?
-Because it doesn't help me!

Haven't I got enough
to deal with

without you making
threats like that?

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[ Knock on door ]

-The interested persons
to this inquest

are the family of Mr. Kovari.

Unfortunately, they reside
overseas

and haven't been able to
attend the inquest hearing.

We will, however, hear
from Mr. John Pape,

who was his landlord for
a few weeks before his death.

-Madam, my name
is Rolf Shamberger.

At the time of the
investigation,

I was an
Acting Detective Inspector.

I also was
an investigating officer

who had oversight of the case.

-Could you tell me what was
found

when police officers
first attended the scene?

-As with any death,

the officers would have looked
for signs of a struggle.

But the officers found
no sign of that.

No injuries or suspicious
circumstances.

-And what about CCTV checks?

-CCTV enquiries were carried
out.

So, uh, Barking town centre
does have a fair amount of CCTV,

as does the church.

But unfortunately, none of
these cameras that were viewed

provided us with any footage
that could help us in this case.

-Were you able to examine
the clothes

that Gabriel was wearing to see
if there was any DNA on Daniel?

-Unfortunately not.

Um, by the time I took overall
charge of the enquiry,

Gabriel's body had been
repatriated to Slovakia

and his clothing
had been lost.

-Thank you.

Mr. Pape, as Gabriel's family
are not here

and you are a friend of his,

I regard you
as an interested person.

Do you have any questions
for the police officer?

-Yes, I do.

In the June preceding Gabriel
and Daniel Whitworth's death,

a 23-year-old male
was found

dead quite close
to the cemetery.

Was it even considered that
there might be any link to that?

Surely, it's too coincidental,

three unexplained deaths
in such close proximity.

-I wasn't involved in that
investigation but, um,

I don't believe there
was any connection made.

-But if what I'm saying
is more than coincidental,

then surely there's cause
for serious concern

because it might happen again?

-Since the only possible
witness is dead,

I do not have any reliable
evidence upon which to determine

the events
which lead to Gabriel's death.

On that basis, the only
conclusion I can reach

is an open verdict.

This inquest is now concluded.

We'll take a short break now,
and then I will open the inquest

into the death
of Daniel Whitworth.

Was the note that was found
on Daniel's person

shown to family members?

-Yes, it was.

-And did they recognise
the writing as being Daniel's?

-Yes, they did.

It was done by the family
liaison officer.

-Daniel says in the note
that there was someone

he was
with the previous night.

Were you able to trace
that person?

-Yes. We carried out some work
around Daniel's mobile phone.

We didn't have
the physical phone.

That was never found.

But there was cell site analysis
carried out,

which did not provide any leads
as to who that person was.

-There weren't any
unrecognised numbers?

-None that helped us to identify

exactly who Daniel
was with that night.

-The pathologist noticed
some bruising

in the armpit regions
of Daniel's chest.

And he commented that
this may have occurred

as a result of manual
handling of the deceased,

most likely prior to death.

Were you able to exclude
any suspicious circumstances

around this bruising?

-Well with no witnesses
and no CCTV, we've not been able

to establish exactly
how Daniel ended up there.

-So, you weren't able to exclude
the possibility of him

having been moved
to the place he was found?

-No, we couldn't.

-The pathologist also commented

that examination
of the bed sheet

he was wrapped
in should be made.

Was that done?

-No, it wasn't.

-And why was that?

-The circumstances indicated
that no other parties

were involved.

-I do have concerns
surrounding Daniel's death

which have not been answered
by the police investigation.

I therefore cannot say
beyond reasonable doubt

that he voluntarily
took his own life.

I also cannot say
that I am satisfied

he was unlawfully killed.

So the only conclusion
left available to me

is an open verdict.

I am sorry to the family
that I haven't been able

to reach a firm conclusion
around Daniel's death.

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-Is this supposed
to make us feel better?

Just more and more questions
and no answers?

If you lot had done your job
properly in the first place,

we might have had some.
-And some of it was just wrong.

We never said we recognised
Daniel's handwriting.

We said it might be his,
but we couldn't be sure.

-Why -- Why didn't you get it
professionally analysed?

-Why did you never ask why the
note was in a plastic sleeve?

I mean, if someone was gonna
kill themselves,

why would they bother
to do that?

-Look, the coroner's
reached her conclusion.

-Which is that she can't say
if Daniel killed himself,

or if someone else killed him!

-How do you think
that leaves us feeling?

-Not great, I'm sure.

But I'm afraid that's the end
of the story.

There's no way my governors
would sanction

any further investigations.

-It's just -- It's just a joke.

You're all a fucking joke.

-Come on. [ Sobs ]

-Sarah.

Sarah.

Kate, where is Sarah?

-She's having a shower.

-I text her from train
six times.

No answer.

-I told you I had a late finish
and to get a taxi home.

-Don't care about that.

But you should answer my text.

-I can't answer every single
one.

-Oh, this is crazy.

You here.
Me Essex.

Like, this is not a way
for our life.

-Don't -- Don't start on
all that again.

I am not leaving Hull.
-But you need care, protection.

-There's nothing you can do
to protect me, Sami!

The worst has already happened
to me, hasn't it?

I've lost my child!

If you want to know the truth,
I don't care,

I don't fucking care
what happens to me.

-Don't swear at me, woman!
-Don't tell me what to do!

-It not respectful
to your husband!

-Do I look like I've got a
fuckin' tea-towel on me head?

-What?
-I'm not Muslim!

We don't have to obey
our husbands in this country!

-You never say this before.

You always say it make
no difference I Muslim.

-You just need to let me find
my own way through this, Sami.

And if you can't do that, then I
suppose we go our separate ways.

-That honestly what you think?

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[ Door opens, closes ]

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-There you are, ladies.

Lunchtime.

Here you are.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Scoffs ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

-Hi.

-Cappuccino with chocolate,
one sugar?

-[ Exhales sharply ]

So, I-I called 'round
a few times.

No sign. Texted.
No answer.

-Must have wondered why.

-Well, I did hear a rumour.

-Oh, yeah?

-That you'd gone to prison.

-Little mistake
that cost me dear.

-What kind of mistake?

Drugs?

-Sort of.

-Dealing?

You wouldn't have got prison
just for possession.

-I got done, yeah.

-But you told me you didn't
deal.

-I know.

Look, I've learnt my lesson.

They gave me eight months.

Locked me up with a Scotsman.

That was tricky.

But, uh, behaved myself,
here I am, out after four.

Lost my job,
but I'll get another one.

Can't wait to get back
in the old routine.

-[ Sniffles ]

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[ Exhales sharply ]

-You're not supposed
to be doing that.

-I don't give a shit.

Lost my son, lost my husband.

No wonder Anthony hated me.
I hate my fucking self.

-He didn't hate you.
-How do you know?

-Those texts, they were lies.

-Oh, so you say.

I'll never know, will I?

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-Sarah, this isn't you.

-How do you know what's me?

I don't even fucking know
what's me anymore.

I feel like I'm going mad.

-You're not going mad.

-Well, I feel like I am!

I mean either I'm right
and Anthony's been murdered,

or they're right
and I'm fucking crackers.

-Right, it's time you got to
bed.

-Fuck off, trying to mother me,
will you?!

Just fuck off home!

-I will not leave you here,
like this.

D'you hear me?

I will not.

-[ Sobbing ]

-Come here, come here.

-Sorry.

♪♪

-Hello, beautiful.

How's my gorgeous
little dwarf?

-I'm great, Jack.

And how is my gorgeous
little fellow dwarf?

-Still hurting deep down inside.

-Oh, yeah?
What's that about, then?

-That night,
Frankie and Benny's.

-You're not still on about that?

-Too right I am!

-I told you I misread
the signal.

-Misread the signal?
How long have you known me?

-Yeah, and your signals
have always been crap!

-Look, when a bloke invites
a bird out to romantic dinner,

he don't expect her to just
rock up with one of her mates.

-How was I meant to know
it was a romantic dinner?

-I said just me and you.

-Yeah, well, I didn't know
you meant it that way.

-What other way could
I have meant it?

-Look, Janie was famished,
so just I said, "Come along,

Jack won't mind."

-And you broke my heart.
-Fuck off. [ Laughs ]

-Anyway, I forgive you.

We can start again, can't we?

We've been starting again
since we were practically kids.

-Well, it's not my fault the
timing's never been right,

is it?
-Well, I'm free now.

Are you?
-Free as a bird.

-So, let's do Frankie
and Benny's again.

On our own.

You're on.
-When?

-Oi, Jack!

-Right, I'll text you.

-Well, you better.

I love you, Jack.

-I love you too, Dem.

How heavy am I, Mum?

-How would I know?

-What would you say, Dad?

-You're about the weight
of two sacks of spuds.

-Come on, you're supposed
to be helping me!

-Well, we might
if we knew why on earth

you want to be a security guard.

-I don't.
I told ya, I wanna be a copper.

-So why don't you
apply to be a copper?

-'Cause a security guard
qualification

is a good route
into being a copper.

I know a few who done it.

-Still think you're too much
of a short arse to be a copper.

-There's no minimum
height requirement,

same as the army, which I'd have
been in by now

if I didn't have two witches
for sisters who wouldn't let me.

-I'm glad they didn't.

I didn't want you risking life
and limb in Afghanistan.

-Anyway, what sort of soldier
would you

have been
with legs like that?

-What's wrong with these legs?

-Nothing.

-They're great legs.
-Yeah, on a chicken!

[ Laughter ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Text message sends ]

-Right. Done.

Check that for me,
will ya?

-Where you off?

-Curry with Dan and Gemma.

Then the Trades Club,
more than likely.

Don't wait up.

-Bye, my darling.

-Got a feeling
it'll be a late one.

-Wha-hey!
-Love you. Have fun.

Love ya loads,
et cetera et cetera.

-Love you loads. Bye.
-See ya, Jack.

-See ya, son. Love you.
-Bye, darling.

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