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My God, there's Gay!

Lovely chopper, Gay. Hey, Gay!

Get him on camera. Flash bastard!

Here comes Gay,
arriving for the big day.

Living it large, my friend.

LAUGHTER AND HAPPY CHATTER

To old friends and Mr Operator.
Mr Operator! Mr Operator'll win!

And Godfather, your opinion?

Quietly confident. Save some for me!

Don't you dare!

Here's Dad, late as usual.
Here you go.

Get that down you. Cheers!
Straight for the wine.

He's traveled well. He IS a winner!

COMMENTATOR ON PA IN BACKGROUND

HORSES WHINNY AND SNORT

Good luck. He's Conor McBride.
Conor McBride?

Yeah, absolutely...
Check the weight there.

Good luck, mate.
We're right behind you.

COMMENTATOR:
'And after the fourth race,

'the accumulator
now stands at 1,470 pounds

SPECTATORS SHOUT ENCOURAGEMENT

PA: 'Mr Operator, trained by Pat
Gerson and ridden by Conor McBride.

'Owned by Doctor and the Medics'

'The starting prices
for the seven o'clock race..'

Come on! He's favourite by a mile.
It's your money, Rakesh.

'..Six to four favourite'

I feel lucky.
300 on Mr Operator, please.

Come on, Harry! Bring it round!
Come on!

HORSES WHINNY

Here's to you and me.
God, it's gonna be a great one.

There he is! I can see him!

COMMENTATOR: 'And, yes, they're off!

'They're away!
First is Pongo on the outside

'with the blue and yellow
diamonds, closely followed by..'

Come on! Come on!
Mr Operator, come on!

'..In the lead, Woodland Girl.
As they come to the first turn, Mr
Operator is pressing for the lead..'

He looks great, doesn't he? Mmm.
'..The first two.

'That's Mr Operator in maroon
alongside Pongo..'

ALL: Come on! COME ON!

'..Dunwich Boy,
is now beginning to show...

'..pushing Mr Operator to third..'

Go, go, go! '..Dunwich Boy..'

What the hell's wrong with him?
'..in third..'

'..Then comes The Brief. Back marker
at 66 to 1 is Woodland Girl..'

He's running like a pig. 'Mr
Operator seems to be losing ground.

'The field are pulling away..'
McBride!

Come on, Mr Operator!

Oh, my God!

'...And Woodland Girl behind..'

'Oh, dear! Conor McBride
has fallen on Mr Operator.

'Goodness me,
he still hasn't got to his feet.

'I hope this isn't serious.

'The medical team will be..'

Professor Dalton.

The neck isn't broken.

The horse ran terrible.

Right out of character.

Jockey was stone dead
when they got to him.

Just the weight of the horse falling
on him. Autopsy straight away.

How's the horse?

His leg's shattered.
There's nothing you can do?

I'm sorry, there's no option.
OK...you'd better do it.

What's taking so long?

It's bad.
They've abandoned the meeting,

that only means one thing.

Oh, God...

I don't like to ask...
The horse was insured, wasn't it?

Oh, great(!) That's just great(!)

What did he say? He's... I was just
checking the horse was insured.

Don't bother. Don't be a prat.
What?! It's not the right moment.

Oh, don't take the moral high ground,
please!

Come on.

Why are you bitching? Have you
noticed anything, Kes? None of us
actually like each other any more.

Listen, darling,
let's go and grab a snack, eh?

What's happened to McBride?
I'm Gay Chettle,

one of the owners in the syndicate.
I'm afraid you'll have to wait
for the announcement.

Oh, my God! He's dead, isn't he?

Radio PLAYS POP MUSIC

Who the hell are you?

Sorry. They're mine.

I'm Nikki.
I'm a forensic anthropologist.

You're brushing your teeth
in a mortuary.

I know. Ladies' loo's flooded.

Mortuary as in evidence...

contamination thereof.
I sort of know that.

Cases depend on it.

And what's all this?!
This is the pathology department,
not the Natural history Museum(!)

Are you Leo?

Professor Leo Dalton,
head of this department.

I know. You can't just wander
in here and start camping out.

Not normally, obviously.

What?! You're right, of course,
you don't just invade a mortuary.

OK, look...

the archaeology department doesn't
have the software for facial
reconstruction. You have.

When I brought these back
from the Brecon Beacons dig...

It's a very unusual
late Iron Age burial.

My colleagues think it's
ritual sacrifice, but I don't.
That's what's so interesting...

Well, how interesting you find
these bones isn't the point.

I just wanted to get on with it. To
know what these people looked like.

I'm sorry.

I convinced myself
that if you'd been here
you'd have let me use the software.

Professor Hegarty said, ''Oh, Leo's
easy-going. He won't mind. He...''

I'm not doing very well, am I?

No.

Don't you understand that feeling?

It's OBSESSIVE.

I'm sorry. I really am.

You find something,
you want the answers PDQ.

You just...have to have them.

Sorry...

again.

Come on, Godfather,
a word for Kescam? Go away, Kes.

Large brandy in the flask, please.

Are you an alcoholic?

You've still got the lens cap on.

Pack it in, Kes.

Well, he seems OK. Yoo-hoo!

Over here, Gay!
Why don't we go out and eat?

The three of us? Pretend we're a
family? It's your turn to have him.

I need some free time.

Look, Kate, I'm really tying here.

I missed your birthday, didn't I?

What would you like?
Name it, it's yours.

Well, um, I'd like you and Mum
to get back together.

OK... So you wouldn't like

the trainers I bought you?

Done your jockey? On his way in.

Nothing for us. But the racing
people are having a minor meltdown.
Did the result stand?

Yes, but they're not happy.
Dead cert favourite has fallen over
for no reason.

Have you been practicing
facial reconstruction?

You're getting better at it than me.
Not mine.

Hi, guys.

Where did you learn how to do this?

I worked in forensic pathology
in Johannesburg for six months.

We had a lot of unidentified bodies.
You've even impressed, Harry!

Have I fallen into a black hole
or something, I...?

Sorry, this is Nikki.
I intend to have her thrown out
at some point but I've been BUSY.

Nikki Alexander, Forensic
Anthropologist. It's a ram raid.
I only want you for your software.

I've had her checked her out and
she is who she says she is. I should
hope so. I've often wondered.

Do you want to see
the rest of my Iron Age family?

The reconstructions are
coming together rather well.

This is the woman. 30-ish.

Brought your own bones.

Leo said I can't keep them
in the morgue so he told me
I could leave them there. Oh?

Not actually on my desk...but...

LAUGHTER Really?

How are you getting to London?

I don't know.

I'm staying here. Mmm.

In my own room.

Cuts and abrasions to the hands
consistent with tying
to hang onto the reins.

Compound fracture
to the clavicle indicates
that his shoulder broke his fall

before the horse fell on him.
That's what killed him.

He has what we call a flail chest.

Thanks. Almost every rib's broken,
puncturing lungs and other organs.

Cause of death? Massive
internal bleeding and shock.

Paramedics would have to be
turbocharged to reach him on time.
Or lucky.

Playing to the galley?

I've got toxicology.
Not exactly drunk and disorderly

but half a skinful at least.

Apparently he was a promising lad
who hadn't come on. Bit desperate.
PHONE RINGS

Maybe he had a few beforehand,
not thinking he was getting a ride.

Hello?

We're on our way.

CONVERSATION
ON EMERGENCY SERVICE RADIOS

All right. Perhaps you'd better
check. Can I have your check? Over.

That's where we need to search.

Helicopter's stable? How many bodies?
One in the cockpit
and one over there.

I'll show you. Anything been moved?

Get on to the Met office again.

I didn't get you out of bed, did I?
Chris!

Hadn't actually got that far.

Didn't expect to see you again
Quite so soon.

I asked for you.

Who's your mate?
That's Leo Dalton. My boss.

Ah, DCI Hollander. I understand
congratulations are in order.

I'll take this one. OK.

Any idea what happened here?
Celebrations.

Cabin's like my boozer
at chucking-out time.

I saw this guy yesterday.
He was at the races.

He said they were a syndicate
which owned a horse. Poor sod.

He's got a broken neck. Didn't stand
a chance. Neither of them did.

Somebody was pissed, cos I can still
smell it. Look at this. Winnings?

In euros?

It was some rich bastard's payday.

This explains the smell of whisky.

Well, there you go.
The seal's still intact.

Duty free. You lads...

We just tell you
what the evidence tells us.

Course you do. What's this?

Coffee.

If we get you a kidney, I'm sure you
will be well enough to have a baby.

You'll need
a bit more prenatal care, but...

..OK?

She's got such courage, you know.
I'm sure she's going to win through.

It would be fantastic
if it could happen.

It will!

Right, so are we going to go
for this? try stopping me! Good.

I mean, I know I can't make
promises, but I don't see any reason
why this shouldn't work out.

No. And the sooner the better.

OK?

Air Traffic Control gave us the two
named on the flight...both doctors.

Gay Chettle leased the aircraft,
and Rakesh Bhandari.

Which one's this one? Well
the pilot's Chettle, so this one!...

He's got to be Rakesh Bhandari.
Are you sure? Any ID?

That's the name on the flight.
That's who he is, Harry.

PHONE RINGS

BEEP OF ANSWER PHONE

Hi, Kes, it's Mum.
What are you doing?

Did you keep Dad up late?

Hugo, when you wake up,
get Kes to give me a bell

and tell me when he's heading back,
OK?

Who was in this seat? If that guy
was in the back, empty I guess.
It's hardly rocket science.

Harry?

There's another one.

Any sign of life?

COME ON! Get a move on!

Medic! We've got a live one! MEDICS!

I'm Harry. Kes. CHRIS!

You're all right.

Steady...

Steady, steady. Over you go.

Ready? try and keep
his shoulders and head together.

Lift.

Yeah... OK... Yeah... Right.
Thank you.

Why wasn't he on the flight plan?
I don't know.

I've spoken to the Jockey Club.
You're right,
they owned the horse that fell. Oh.

They're not satisfied that the horse
stumbled. Are they connected?

Well, let's wait
till you've autopsied the pilot, eh?

Maybe it's something much nastier.
Can we have these bodies bagged up?!

Something
to really get our teeth into, eh?

Oi! Get off the car.

TV: '..an inquiry
into the cause of the crash.'

'Police confirm
that two men were on board
and both were killed on impact.'

'Reports suggest one victim
was Dr Gay Chettle,
an eminent neurosurgeon..'

What is it? '.. practicing
at a leading London hospital.'

'Doctor Chettle knew the area well
leading to speculation
about the cause of this tragedy'

I can't believe this is happening.

Well, it has.
I mean, after yesterday...

Just Gay?

On the news, two men.

Rakesh...

Get them off the trolleys
and in the fridges, will you?

We'll prep to do both. Give us
a break. Have we traced next of kin?
Working on it.

It's tough but it's better procedure.
Um, can I do anything?

We haven't slept...
Well, I am Home office certified.

Scrub up. It's your lucky day.

Which one's this? OK. What
shall I tell the people outside?

What people outside?
They're out here.

Hello, I'm very sorry for your loss.

I know it's difficult, but it
would help us a lot if someone
could formally identify the bodies.

Sorry, I don't think I can do this.
I know people expect doctors
to find these things easier, but...

You, OK? Yeah.

Yeah, that's Gay...

Chettle.

It's Hugo. It's not Rakesh.

Are you sure? Of course
I'm bloody sure. It's Hugo Slattey.

It's my ex-husband. I am SO sorry.
There's obviously been a mistake.

Oh, my God, Kes. He was with Hugo.
Where's Kes?!

BEEP OF MONITORS

RHYTHMIC HISS OF VENTILATOR

items from Hugo Slattey's pockets.

Mobile phone.

Car keys... OK, so it was
a glorious night. Experienced pilot
very used to night flying.

No obvious evidence
of any mechanical failure.

Why does he fly at full speed
straight into the ground?

A plane ticket.
It's to Turkey, return yesterday.

There was no communication
saying anything was wrong
and the radio was working. Pills.

In Gay Chettle's trousers.
Should he be flying
if he's on medication?

It depends what they are. Any idea?

We'll test them.

You OK, Matt?

God, you're shaking.

What's the news?

Um...

Gay and Hugo...

..Kes?

No...

hopefully.

Rakesh, we thought you were dead.

Your name was on the flight plan.

Oh, no...

He has various traumatic injuries.
What you'd expect.

External and internal...
consistent with the crash.

Anything suspicious? No.

Any sign of the tox reports? No.

What about Gay Chettle? Hold on...

Um, we can be pretty safe about
cause of death, it's a broken neck.

Otherwise it's severe head
and facial impact injuries
like Slattey.

So, what else can he tell us?

Liver's quite fatty. He's a bit more
than your social drinker.

The heart looks fine.
It's not enlarged.

No external signs. I'd have...

HE MOUTHS: 'Get her to do this?'
Nikki?

Can you dissect this heart,
please?

Yeah.

Thank you. Thanks.

So, what about the helicopter?
Well, MIB said it was new
and serviced two weeks ago.

Could be tiredness. Just nodded off.
I don't know, is that likely?

I don't know. Something could've
happened. Passengers fighting.

The state of the cockpit
doesn't help. There's no room
to swing a punch.

There was a lot of cash on board,
enough to fall out over.

ID on the pills.

Laxatives.

Harry?

You should have a look at this.

Yeah, well spotted.

Leo, could be a conduction defect
in the heart.

Type two block?

Could well be,
he might have had a bradycardia.

If he had a slow heart rate he might
have complained to his GP. Could that
cause a heart attack? No.

But it might cause drowsiness,
or a blackout.

He shouldn't have been flying
with that condition.

No. Definitely not.

Mr Gibb? sorry...

your friends died from injuries
consistent with the crash.

But there will be
further investigation.

Did, um, Gay's autopsy
show anything untoward?

I'm sorry, I... sorry.

I'm Rakesh Bhandari. I was his GP.

Oh, I see.

Can I have a word with you? Sure.

Let's try in here. All right.

Did Gay Chettle
ever complain of fatigue?

No, he never mentioned any symptoms.

Had you examined him
in the last year or so?

Of course.

What's this about?
Well, my autopsy showed that he had
a type-two blockage in his heart.

This...can induce
a condition called bradycardia.

I know what the condition is.
Did it cause the accident?

Doctor Bhandari, you signed
him off for his pilot's license.

If you knew he suffered
from bradycardia, that would
be a very serious offence.

Gay never complained of symptoms.
I didn't detect a slow heart rate.

I'm a doctor.
Sometimes I make mistakes.

I mean, given that until
a couple of hours ago you thought
I was one of the victims...

You OK?

Yes, I'm fine.

Do you want to...?

I suppose we can all make mistakes.

Mine can be a lot more costly.

I'm a kidney specialist.

I'm in partnership with Hugo.

Well, was.

Do you have business in Turkey?
Only, we found a plane ticket.

Yes, he'd just been there. We've got
links with various hospitals abroad.

What kind of links? Transplants. We
try and save the ones the NHS can't.

Are donors easier to find there
than they are here? Well, yes.

Well, they get paid. Ah...

Right.

I save lives. Well
I don't imagine that you !improve
the lives of your donors.

A man can survive well
on one kidney.

He's happier if he knows
he can feed his family.
The market decides, does it?

So, what do we have?! Waiting lists
getting shorter because patients
are dying? Do you prefer that?

Yes, I DO prefer it.

I grant you our system isn't
pe_ect... You'll want to contact me.

We shouldn't have to wait
all day for the tox reports...

OK, right, so when
will they be ready?

Sorry,
you're telling me she's gone home?!

Do you see us going home?
I don't even know... Fascinating.

Bonkers.

Thinking about another pathologist?
No!

Under no circumstances.
We've got him.

Gay Chettle hiked up the insurance
on the horse ten days ago.

He knew something was wrong
and wanted to cash in.

How's it connected to the crash?
Maybe those doctors aren't
as friendly as they make out.

The horse autopsy's tomorrow.
Who wants to join the vet set?
Do you two draw lots or something?

No, Harry'll do it. Good lad!

Don't faint, don't throw up
and don't touch anything. OK.

Did he have something wrong
that justified an insurance fiddle?

We charge extra for insurance.
If you can handle a horse,

we'll get through it
in half the time. Yep.

We know the cause of death.
A lethal injection administered
by one of my colleagues.

Is that another injection?

Looks like a swelling.
We'll have a closer look at that.

I'd like to give you what you
want but it's not. It's a cyst.
Probably benign.

Right, let's have a look
at his rectum. Pardon me.

Well, Istanbul, here we come.

You gonna be all right? Yeah, I'll
be fine. She's been really helpful.

I wish you didn't have to go.

I just want to be sure, you know.

There's a lot to organise.

I'm starting worrying
about the baby now...

You're incredible.

Listen, you haven't had a
transplant, let alone got pregnant!

I've got to be personally involved
in that part.

What do you think?

Look, you just rest,
take it easy and if you get tired

you just go and see Louise, OK?

Do you think I should have waited
for a transplant on the NHS?

Doctor Bhandari said I was
really high... No. No, Jan.

It's a lottery.

Look, two days and I'll be back.

OK?

There are a number of fractures
to the left foreleg.
The results of the fall.

The leg bones are fragile.
It's the way they're bred.

Third metacarpal's the most common.

Here. Irreparable.

OK, so we know from the X-ray

that your career-threatening
condition is the beginning
of osteochondrosis

in the right leg, here.

Not an old horse either.
But that leg isn't broken. No.

It would only be a matter of time.
Chettle was fixing the insurance.

But that had nothing to do with
the fall. Not in this case.

There seems to be a
lot of laceration round the jaw.

It must have crashed down
flat on it's face. You're right.

He didn't just stumble, did he?

His legs went under him
like a puppet with its strings cut.

That's unusual?

Any fall in a flat race is unusual
but this is very suspicious.

What would you look at in a human,
Harry?

Heart, brain and blood. Yep.

Mr Barnes?

There's your tickets.

Someone'll wait up here for you
when you get back.

Not you? No, don't worry.

There's a couple of Valium in there.

Enjoy Turkey.

Sorry I'm late. Oh, don't worry.

I expect you've got lots of patients.
Yep.

There's loads of people ready
to hand over stacks of cash
for blind beggars' organs.

I didn't say that. I'm teasing.

But if you've come to convert me,
well...

Your colleague Hugo,
what was he doing in Turkey?

Why? We found 20,000 euros
in the helicopter.

Could they have been his?

Sorry, can I have the bill, please?

Louise? I thought you'd
invited me here for coffee.

I did, but...
I watched my little brother die.

Everybody else made promises and
kept his spirits up and sang hymns.

But the one thing that would
have saved him couldn't be had
for love or money.

So, I'm doing something about it.

Who wants one for luck?

I'll have it.

I think I'm going to need it.

Let's...have a look at the bloods.

The betting patterns'll
certainly be worth examining.

It wasn't an accident?
I'll say the beggar was sluggish.

Ketamine. Not a big dose,
but enough to slow him down.

And it would be unpredictable,
once the horse started galloping,

anything could happen.
Of course, he wouldn't win.

Not in a million years.
How was it administered? Rectally,
according to the swab.

Squeezy bottle? Anything.

Fool's way if you're desperate
and haven't a syringe.

I hope whoever held him
got a good kicking.

We found them all jumbled together.

A heap of bones under a rough cairn.

Hard to imagine
that they were a family.

Iron-Age nuclear family -
mother, father and son.

Plus six or seven dogs. That's
a lot for one family, isn't it?

Hunters? Shepherds?

But here's the strange thing...

the skeletons aren't complete. There
are some specific pieces missing.

Oh, I got the toxicology report
for the pilot Gay Chettle. And?

Some alcohol,
but only a couple of units.

He tested positive
for a significant dose of ketamine.

That's insane.

Knocked out like the horse?

We have to find out how the ketamine
got into Gay's system.

Are you suggesting I missed
a needle mark? I'm sure
you were extremely thorough.

Just want to be able to rule it out.
Ketamine doesn't have
to be injected, does it? No.

I hope he didn't get it
the same way as the horse. Mmm.

Users on the street
buy it in powder form.

He was a doctor. He wouldn't have
had difficulty getting hold of it.

No sign of residue. He wasn't
snorting the stuff. Ingested?

It'd have to be. You wouldn't
fly on that for fun, would you?

It's odourless...and tasteless.
Someone could have slipped it
to him somehow.

I'm sorry about everything, Kes.

I'm sorry I've been
such a lousy mum,

always so busy...

thinking about myself.

I'm sorry me and Hugo
didn't get back together.

I'm sorry I'm going
to have to tell you such bad news.

I'm sorry!

But please, please wake up, Kes.

Please...

What's that?

Camcorder stuff
Kes Slattey shot on race day.

Anything useful? No.

Just sad, really.

Chris is tying to find if any
of them ordered any ketamine. Harry?
There's someone here to see you.

Did you want to see me? Did Gay's
heart condition cause the crash?
Why?

OK. He did complain of drowsiness
a few times, and I thought it might
have been bradycardia.

There's no medication.
It wasn't bad enough for a pacemaker.
Did you send him for an ECG?

You know the pressure with friends.

I feel really, really crap about
this, Harry. I should report this.
You know that? I'd be struck off.

I know.

As it happens, we've concluded
that the heart condition wasn't
a contributory factor in the crash.

So, well, it's not relevant.
I won't report it. Forget it.

Thanks.

All right, lads? Chris,
got the tox report on Hugo Slattey.

Tested positive for cheesy wotsits.

Also cocaine. very positive.
And alcohol.

Celebrating? I suppose we should
be charitable and say he was upset
at losing a horse and a rider.

Get back to Chettle
and this drug. Didn't you say
he had a heart condition?

More a nuisance than a threat.
But it might make the ketamine's
effects worse, right?

Possibly... Who would have
known about his heart?

Let's find out who his GP was.
We know that, don't we?

Rakesh Bhandari.
Another member of the syndicate.
You didn't mention this.

I didn't think it was relevant.
Did you talk to him? Yeah.

You interviewed a suspect
without my knowledge?

Hold on. I didn't know he was
a suspect. He admitted that he knew
Chettle had a slow heart rate.

You were gonna keep it quiet?

What if it had been a copper letting
his mate off a speeding ticket?

Did you report him?
He lost friends yesterday.

I didn't think it was fair,
but I'll amend my report.

Dr Bhandari?

DCI Hollander. Come into my office.

Thanks for your time. I just
wanted to ask you a few questions.

Why was your name
on the flight plan?

I was going to fly, but then
I decided to stay. It was as simple
as that. My plans changed.

You realised you wouldn't pull this
woman, so thought you'd go home?
Yep.

And then you changed your mind. Kes
got very excited about flying, so
that meant Hugo had to stay with him.

There's only enough room for three,
so...I did the unselfish thing. And
Gay forgot to tell flight control?

Kes will tell you about it...

when he comes round.

Did you know that the horse was
doped with ketamine? I backed that
horse. I've still got the ticket.

How do you feel about the accident,
knowing about Gay's health, being
his GP? Must be another explanation.

Gay was OK to fly.

Rakesh Bhandari was desperate.

His whole career was on the line.

I didn't know he was going
to be a suspect in a murder.

What would you have done? It was
a borderline misdemeanour. Move on.

You've just secured Chris Hollander's
promotion to DCI. He thinks you're
the bee's knees. What does he know?!

How come nobody's followed up on
Hugo Slattey? He's just back from
Turkey with a bag stuffed with euros.

Someone try to bump him off?
Somebody would really have
to hate him to bump off his son too.

What's it like in a coma?
Did you see angels...?

HE KNOCKS

Hiya.

I thought you might want these back.

Ah. I'm just amazed
he came round so quickly!

Your name's Harry, isn't it? Yeah.

He saved your life.
I'm not sure that's true.

You're pretty indestructible
by the look of it, Kes!

Your mum and I have got a little
conspiracy to keep the police away
for a while,

but they are going to want
to ask you a lot of questions.
I don't remember much an_ay.

Have you asked Dad?

I remember taking off. That was good.

Do you remember Gay
at the controls? Yeah. He was mad!

He was rapping away. Mmm.

You get some sleep now.

He was... He was snoring.

I shook him.
I tried to work the radio...

I didn't know what to do...
Do you want some water?

I left my fleece at Dad's.

The na_ one.

Could you get it for me?

OK.

DOOR SLAMS

Oh, God, Kate!
What are you doing here?

What are YOU doing here?
I came to get some clothes for Kes.

He's going to be OK.

Oh, I'm glad, Kate. I'm really glad.

So how did you get
into Hugo's flat, then?

I used the keys
that he keeps in the office.

I had to get hold of some
patient details urgently.

My God!

He only died two days ago.

Right.

You see, I could ask you why you've
a key to his apartment. I mean, you
haven't been together for six years.

Er...I forgot to give it back(?)

Right. I don't trust you. You always
want what other people have. What?!

You always want what other people
have. Yeah, and you've always been
a lousy judge of character, Kate.

And whatever went wrong between you
and Rakesh is no concern of mine.

And you're safe,
because I don't want him.

DCI HOLLANDER: We've been through
everything, and Rakesh Bhandari
didn't order any ketamine.

As far as I can see, racing and
gambling were just a hobby to him.
He's an amateur.

Betting is the key to this murder.
Murder? I prefer the cock-up
version, but then I'm not a copper.

I'll bet you a pound.
If it is a betting scam,

how do you make money
just by stopping the favourite?

You don't know which other horse
will win. Doesn't matter
if it's the right race.

We know the favourite's not going
to win, so we bet different amounts
on all the other four horses.

The outsider's at 66-1, but let's
make it simpler and make it 60-1.

So let's say we've decided
to win Âf60.

We put a pound
on Woodland Girl at 60-1.

_
The Brief is at 12-1

so we put five on him.

Pongo is at 6-1, so we put 10
on that, and the last one gets...

1 5. So whichever one comes
in first, we... We win Âf60.

That's right. But if you add up
the total amount of bets,

it's 31.

Plus we get the stake back on
whichever horse wins.
You're following.

So whichever horse wins,

we have a guaranteed profit
of at least Âf30. Can't lose.

So why doesn't everyone do that?
Well, remember we're not supposed to
know that the favourite won't win.

And it only works on certain races.
The favourite has to be way ahead
in the betting,

and you can't have too many other
horses - the total bets exceed the
profit. There's your scam, Chris.

Where did you learn all that?
I'm attracted to the wrong sort
of blokes.

He was drugged. They found ketamine
in his blood. Somebody wanted
to kill either him or Hugo. Why?

Ketamine? It's just luck
that Kes survived. What a cock-up!

All this over a dead horse?
And a dead jockey. So that means
Dad's dead too, doesn't it?

Because if he was alive,
you would have told me.
It's just like everything else.

You're all scared of the truth!

BUZZER SOUNDS

Hello?
HEAVY BREATHING

Hello?

Oh, my God!

Hang on, hang on, wait a second!

Stephen...

Stephen! Can you hear me?

Come on, let's get you inside.
Oh, careful...

That's it. I've got you.

That's it...

Take care...

Oh! Stephen!

That's it... It's OK.

Stephen...!