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'Emergency.
Which service do you require?

'Hello?

'Hello?

'Hello? Emergency. Which service?'

Yeah, the boss is well pleased.

Although he still thinks
that DNA stands for ''Do Not Amend''!

You'll have his job by Christmas.
And you'll be coming with me, mate!
I've examined the euros.

They've got Hugo Slattey's
fingerprints on them. He handled
them, and counted them. Really?

Nice one. You were right, then.

Makes you wonder about his dealings
abroad. I want to concentrate
on how this guy was drugged.

Bookies pay out in pounds
and pence, not this funny money.

What, so it's not worth following up?

Slattey's a victim, not a suspect.

I want to find out how the ketamine
got into Gay Chettle.
So what have we got?

Flask. Can you find out
what was in it? Yeah, I think so.

'Leave a message after the tone'

Louise, it's Leo Dalton. We've got
new information about the crash
which I think you should know.

'Could you give me a ring
as soon as you get in?
Call me on my mobile,

'which is 07700 900321.

'OK, thanks. Bye'

He hasn't been in the water THAT
long. I always get the pretty ones.

He's lost his guts.

Could that be rats?
They've had a go at the face too.

The hands are missing.
Don't think THAT was rats.

Contents of the coffee flask -
Not just coffee. There's alcohol.
Looks like brandy.

Anything else? Yeah.

This peak here is ketamine.

So that's how it got into him.
Must have had some coffee
to keep awake.

The brandy wouldn't affect him much,
but the ketamine would knock him out
pretty quickly.

Someone must have spiked him before
he got on the helicopter. Maybe.

They were at the same hotel
after the races - it could have
been any of them. Well done.

So, who had the ketamine? What about
the motive? I can understand
why the HORSE was doped, but...

Don't worry about that. Once we find
out who it is, we'll find a motive.

Male. Aged 30 to 40.

Face has been severely disfigured.

Damage has been inflicted with
a sharp instrument, after death.

The hands have been crudely cut off,

along with the face -
probably to prevent identification.

Done in a hurry? I should say so.
Depersonalise him as quick as poss,
but no time to do a proper job.

There's a large incision
in the abdominal cavity

and, for the most part, the
intestines have been removed.

Unlike the mutilation,
this was done with surgical skill.

Dr Dyden?

I wanted to tell you myself.
Dr Bhandari's just told me
I'm up for a transplant on the NHS.

I can't believe it.

That's wonderful news.
You're not angry?

You've done so much for us. No.

No. I just wanted to check
that we can get our money back.

I mean, we haven't used a kidney
or taken up any hospital time.

I'll, um, I'll ring you later.
Stephen never said exactly
how much the advance was.

I'll call you later, I promise.
Please can I come in and talk about
this now? Not now. I'm so sorry,

but I don't deal with the money side
of things. I never have.

The abdominal incision
appears to have been made
with a small, sharp blade,

and it looks as if the intestines
were cut out
using the same instrument.

Same type as was used on his hands
and face? No, I don't think so.

So, more than one attacker?

Could be.

Thanks.

Very high levels of diamorphine
in the blood. Heroin?

That's what killed him. A massive
overdose concentrated in the gut.

This man was smuggling drugs
in his stomach. He was a mule.

He was bringing it in
and he got unlucky.

Maybe a condom split.

Somebody wanted what was inside him.

You know what I'm going to ask you.
Leo, we need an ID.

Well, that tends to be tricky
without a face or hands.

Yeah, yeah, yeah... All right.

All right! What are the odds
on Bush and Kery?

I'm not talking
about an Irish horse, you prat -
I'm talking about the election!

3-1 on, and 6-4?

Interesting. I think we might be
able to do something about that.

I'm really getting somewhere
with this.

Nikki... They weren't locals.

How do you know that?

The carbon and nitrogen isotopes
in the bones are consistent with a
marine diet. In the Brecon Beacons?

So they were from the coast.

What, traders? Well, they weren't
from any of the valley settlements
that we know about.

They were high up, so I think
they must have been traveling.

The whole family?
Going somewhere for a purpose?

Somewhere urgent, maybe. Most
of these breakages are post-mortem,
unrelated to the cause of death.

See, they've got quite distinctive
puncture marks round them.

Like they were chewed. Yeah.

Do you think you could do me
a favour before you leave us?

Sure.

Rather impressed with your facial
reconstruction skills.

Your faceless man.

Stephen, it's me again.
Please, you have to call me back
when you get this message.

I don't know what to do.

OK, bye.

How's the helicopter crash?
Chris is doing background checks
on the syndicate.

Have you been practising?
Tying to make me redundant.

She's better at it than you.
Charming.

What do you think?

Rather ordinary.

Rather ordinary?!

I haven't moved from this chair.
I haven't even had a sandwich.

I meant his face -
it could be anybody.

It certainly isn't anybody else.

That's him to the life.
You'll see.

So, who is he?

Rakesh.

I've just been grilled by DCI
Hollander. Did you tell him about me
signing off Gay's pilot licence?

What COULD I say?
I'd have covered for you.
Now I'm going to be struck off.

I didn't volunteer it.

Hollander wanted to know who Gay's
GP was. I don't lie to the officer
in charge of a murder investigation.

Believe me, it didn't do either
of us any good keeping it quiet.

I was supposed to be
on that helicopter. Kes wasn't.

But he so wanted to fly, you know.

You're very fond of him.
He's a good kid...

despite me drifting
in and out of his life.

Kate and I,
we'd just split up and, er...

That face is familiar.
It looks like a patient of mine.

What?

Hi.

You didn't ring back so, er...
I'm just going out.

I need to talk. It's serious.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hi.

So, er...I know I've said it before,

but I'm so sorry.

I just didn't know
how to tell you about Dad.

I didn't want you to hear about it
like that.

Please forgive me.

How are you feeling?

OK.

Well, as an expert in these things,
I can tell you,
you had an bump on the head

and that caused a lot of swelling.

It's only when the inflammation
goes that we can...

that THEY can scan
for any brain damage.

And guess what. There wasn't any.

Well, I could have told them that.

So...basically you can get out
and play some footie.

Mum...

Dad's dead.

I really don't feel
like playing football.

Are you all right?

I was just thinking
about that conversation we had.

Yes. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to upset you.

If I had a little brother, maybe...

I'd feel the same way. It's worse
than you could even imagine, Leo.

What is?

The money in the helicopter.
Hugo Slattey's fingerprints
were on every note.

I don't know why.

Any idea why he might have been
carrying so much? I just can't think.

Only, he'd just got back from Turkey
that morning and you do business with
a transplant clinic in Turkey, so...

I don't do business
with those people.

I'm really sorry,
you're going to have to go.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let
you in. I'm just not feeling well.
Can you go, please?

DOORBELL RINGS

Mrs Barnes? Have you heard something?

Has he turned up? Can I come in?

Leo!

We've identified your heroin mule.

Rakesh Bhandari just recognised him
from Nikki's reconstruction.
Well done, Nikki.

Oh, Leo...

He was one of Rakesh's patients,
as is his wife,

and she has kidney disease. Rakesh
referred her to a specialist...

who is Louise Dyden.

We were going to have a baby.

Stephen Barnes was flying to Turkey,
according to his wife.

Apparently they'd been put
in touch with an agency out there
to provide a new kidney for her.

We've checked his bank accounts

and it looks like he wasn't telling
his wife they couldn't afford it.

So when he got there, they offered
him another way of paying for it.

''Smuggle drugs for us,
and your wife gets a kidney.''
When did he get back?

We've got him on the return flight
1 5 hours before we found the body.

CCTV shows him behaving erratically
on the concourse.

He drops his bag,
but he doesn't go back for it.

And then he took the cab to London.

To Harley Street.

I think this floor's
just been cleaned. Smells like it.

Well, that doesn't necessarily
mean anything.

Right, let's have a look.

There's more blood over here.
Probably performed
the surgery right here.

There's no sign of arterial spray,
which means he was almost certainly
dead before they cut him open.

But only minutes after death.

Is it a hand?
Can we get fingerprints?

No. See how smooth the stain is?

Gloves, probably surgical.

What have we got here?

Look at the straight line.

Whatever they wrapped him up in
must have had a series
of regular holes in it.

A shower curtain, perhaps?

There's a massive amount of blood
everywhere.

Can we take samples from there
and there? Right away, sir.

And we'll do a DNA match
for Stephen Barnes first.

And get some photos of
the straight edge with the holes.
Our patients were being ripped off.

Blackmailed into smuggling drugs,

and Hugo took a percentage
at every stage.

That's not
how it was supposed to be.

I had a gun to my head.

Stephen's face and hands -
I didn't do that.

I tried to save him.

I know.

Thanks, Leo, for all your help.

Leo! Well done, mate.

I didn't notice the transplant
angle. But whatever you've got to do
to put them away, right?

There's nothing ''right''
about any of it. You don't like me
very much, do you?

Does it show? I'll stick with
Harry, he's on my wavelength.

Harry's nothing like you.

Really? I'd give it a year -
he'll be your boss.

Maybe.

Is Leo upset about something?

He gets quite, er...
Don't worry about it.

Matt Gibb's our man.
He owes almost quarter of a million
quid to four very big bookmakers...

no wonder he's desperate. Had a bet
on the race where the horse died?
No. That's what's bothering me.

They'll be too smart for that.

Sorry.

Go on. He won't risk being found
betting against his own horse if
the result is remotely suspicious.

Yeah, but if he found a failsafe bet
and offered to nobble his own horse,

they might offer
to write off his debt.

I think it's time to pay
a visit to the plastic surgeon.

Leo. Hi.

I heard about Louise.

That can't have been pleasant.

It wasn't.

Got to put a time limit on that one.

I'm getting quite used to her.
Apart from having no sense
of when to shut up.

She shouldn't really be speaking
at all, or even be here. She was
very useful on that betting scam.

I have to admit, she is excellent
at facial reconstruction.
I'm not denying she's clever.

You implied we would be democratic
about things like appointments.
Absolutely.

We need another pathologist. Why not
put her on a three-month trial?

After a democratic consultation
with you, the answer is no.

'Tery Hallam was convicted
for the brutal shotgun murder
of his ex-girlfriend's parents,

'after an investigation by Detective
Chief Inspector Chris Hollander.

'The trial turned on
forensic evidence uncovered
by Dr Harry Cunningham.

'Alleging that evidence to
be unsafe, Hallam has applied to the
High Court for licence to appeal'

The residue was there. I'm sure
it was, but if goes to appeal,
you might get called in again.

I did gamble and I caused myself
a lot of problems. I'm an addict.

I go to a meeting three times
a week, and I haven't fallen off
the wagon for quite some time.

Do you know what ketamine is? Sure.

The stable lads say
that you visited the horse
on the morning of the race.

Sure. Yep. And so did Gay and so
did Kate and Louise and so did Hugo.

Even Rakesh gave the horse a pat,
and he thought it was all bollocks.

You know that somebody tried
to bribe a jockey
into holding Mr Operator back.

That somebody isn't me.
Most people's faces would have
dropped when I told them that.

I'm a plastic surgeon.
I've had mine lifted.
Don't be clever with me.

So where did you get ketamine?
..Oh, come on, the horse was doped
on ketamine, and you're a doctor.

I've never had any use for it,
and I've never ordered it. Check.

Do you know what that is?
It's a warrant to search this place.

And here's another one
for your smart little apartment.

Looks like he'll gamble on anything,
this one.

Schemes for winning...

roulette, blackjack,
pretty much every sport,
as well as horse racing.

But nothing
on any race featuring Mr Operator.

No ketamine here.
There's got to be a link somewhere.

It was probably in liquid form.
We should really be looking
for traces, for splash marks.

Good one. Bag up the clothes
he was wearing on race day, then.
If we can prove he handled the drug,

we've got him in the frame for
murder as well as doping the horse.
The boy too?

Kes Slattey's his godson.
So he's a psycho. They exist.

Like our friend Hallam?

What do you think about his appeal?
Don't you worry about Hallam.

Just concentrate on this.

HE STARTS TAPE

'November 9th, 9pm.
Notes on Tery Hallam.

'Murder suspect.
Examined in police custody at 21 :30.

'DI Hollander in attendance.
Clothing removed
for further testing.

'No significant traces found#

How much longer
is this going to take?

Take this away, will you?
I think these are the clothes
he wore at the races.

You best be sure.
Take the lot. Make sure
they haven't been dy-cleaned.

You can't take everything!
And the clothes he's wearing. What?
Get them off.

'Hallam case, tape 14. January 24th.

'Examination
of Tery Hallam's shirt.

'Analysis reveals microscopic traces
of gunshot residue
on sleeve and cum.

'Indicates that the wearer
of the shirt fired a small arm
since it was washed.

'Report sent to DI Chris Hollander'

What happened there?

I took a hockey ball to the ribs

last week. Kate Slattey.
Yeah? She patched me up.

Oh, Nikki, can you do me a favour?

Hm? Can you pop out first thing
in the morning and buy me
a hockey stick and a ball?

There's a sports shop
in Broad Street opens early.

PHONE RINGS
Harry. Chris.

You found my traces yet?

Nothing resembling ketamine.
You sure about the clothing? Yeah.

But...I'm working on other leads.
OK. See you.

You should be in the Olympics, Matt.
Don't worry, we'll fish it out.

Morning. Got my hockey stick?

The finest. Oh. very good.

Morning.

Little experiment. Do you want
to help? You're completely mad.

And that is my desk.

OK, I've got it. Still need a direct
hit. OK, next one. Ready? Ready.

OK. About there. Fine.

Clear? Yep.

Right, THIS time!

Oh, score!

I'll set the next one. I'm done.
These purple patches let me down.

Ready? Yeah.

Clear.

Ah, miss! I still need a direct hit.

I'm knackered, you have a go.
No, no. Go on.

Yes! I was good at this at school.

Wait a sec. Clear. On the ribs.

Score! Violent hit!

Right on the button!
Right on the button.

Right on the money!

We managed to get Matt Gibb's
computer and access the hard disk.

He had all the right calculations
but nothing on the actual bet.

Now he's clammed up.
Not for much longer.

This is Dr Harry Cunningham.

Can you take your top off, please,
Mr Gibb?

I checked with your hockey team.

It seems you did take a bad ball
last week...in the first half, but
you managed to finish the game...

I'm tough.

..with two cracked ribs.

And the bandage, please.

I did an experiment.

I found that a hockey ball has a
very particular signature when it's
transformed into pressure waves.

We can work out what shape the
bruise would be after an impact
with, say, the thorax.

Now, a hockey ball bruise would
Look like that. It's very simple.

Perhaps like...that one there.

However,
this one looks very different.

I wonder what caused this one.

Where's my lucky charm?

This isn't exactly scientific, but,
er...

Not so lucky, eh?

Morning. Morning. What?

Er...

What exact...? I won't ask. Oh, Harry
seems to be really going for it.

Harry? ..Yes. everything all right?

I don't know whether
you picked up on it, but this boy
had tuberculous arthritis. I didn't.

You can see the septic arthropathy.
He'd have had trouble walking.

I don't suppose it was uncommon.
Well, we think it was.

There's only one clear case of TB
from any of the Iron Age finds.
Really? Getting into it?

Extension till the end of the week.

I was desperate.

These bookies - from the Far East,
you know - were after me.

I worked out that, because Mr
Operator was an odds-on favourite,

I could run numbers
that would guarantee a return.

You called the bookies and offered
to nobble the horse? They jumped
at it, said they'd scrap my debt.

The plan was to bribe
Mick Parnaby to lose.

With what? You're skint.

You can't even afford your bus fare
home. Hugo fronted it. He wanted
to be in on it too. He liked money.

Anyway, Mick Parnaby
wasn't having any of it.
What happened to the bribe money?

I imagine Hugo took it with him in
the helicopter. Was it in sterling?
No, euros. Mick Parnaby's Irish.

So what happened next?

Hugo said he had a Plan B.

The ketamine?

Hugo had the stuff,
said it was our insurance.

So we went into the stall
and Hugo shoved it up the
horse's arse with a plastic bottle.

But the horse kicked me.
There's no justice, eh?

I never even touched the stuff.

You were wrong about those euros.

Was I? Nothing to do with any dodgy
transplant scams. Hugo took them
to bribe the jockey. Makes sense.

Hey, Harry...

Are you sure about Chris Hollander?
What do you mean?

I've been looking at the Hallam case.
Gunshot residue on the shirt
convicted him.

You found the evidence, yeah? That's
right. The traces were microscopic?

I only found it when we did
the full chemical analysis. And
who requested the chemical analysis?

Chris Hollander. Are you suggesting
he planted the evidence?

It was rather convenient
for the case that evidence was found.

Leo, all this came up in court.

The defence crawled all over
Chris' investigation and they
found no proof of anything dodgy.

Have you got any proof? No.

Instinct, experience.

Look, you don't like Hollander.
Fine, whatever.

But I am absolutely certain
that Tery Hallam fired that gun.

But are you absolutely certain
that the evidence that
you presented in court was safe?

Just...be careful.

OK.

He's not that bad.

So are you sure there's nothing on
his clothes at all? Certain. We'll
have to release him, then. sorry.

You've let me down, Harry.
It's just not there. No, it IS
there. We just have to find it.

Why would Matt Gibb want
to make that helicopter crash?
Matt Gibb's lied through his teeth.

No jury will believe a word he says.
We just have to prove that he put
that ketamine in the coffee flask.

Don't worry, we'll find a motive.
Just keep digging.

Matt, hi. Hello.
Is that it? Are they letting you go?

Let's say I haven't been charged yet.
So you can just go? That's great.

Louise has been arrested. We don't
know why, but her solicitor says
it's nothing to do with the crash.

Aren't we doing well(!)

Yes, but you're free
and you're not under any suspicion.
What makes you think that?

Matt, we're here to help you.
I don't need help. ..What about you?
We've had our disagreements...

You said being a plastic surgeon is
worse than being a pimp. No more
bitching... We haven't even started!

I didn't bring down that helicopter,
but somebody did. When I figure out
why, I'll have the person.

Matt, please... Your life
is as big a mess as mine, Kate!

Take a look at these shoes. Whose
are they? Matt Gibb's. We didn't
test the pair he wore on race day.

Because I couldn't identify them
from the camcorder. We got the CCTV
from the track, and it's clearer.

Oh, by the way, Hallam's
team have dropped the appeal.

Rumour has it, they're not
gonna challenge the evidence.
Let the scrote rot in jail, I say.

What a charming man!

Can I help?

No.

Leo!

I'm beginning to put together
a narrative.
But there are still questions.

Right. Pollen in the remains
suggests that they died in winter.
Uh-huh, go on.

But they were crossing a mountain.
You don't do that for fun in the
Iron Age. The winters were harsh.

Why take the risk?
There must have been a reason.

Father, mother and the boy with TB.
Maybe they were looking for help?
Medical treatment for the boy?

But there were healers
in the valley settlements.
So what happened to them?

Can I take another look
at this skull? Sure. Leo. Yeah?

I've got a problem.

I did the clothes they gave me.

Nothing. And suddenly these shoes
just appear from nowhere.

But you tested them before? No.
They hadn't been properly ID'd.

Hollander just dropped them
on my desk. OK. And the result?

Two perfect spots of ketamine.
I mean, unmissable. Perfect
evidence that our boy's in trouble.

You're right about him. I'm sorry...

Probably right
about the Hallam case.

What do I do? Well, you have to
include it in your report. What, even
if I suspect it's not kosher? Yes!

I'm not going to end up
being the tame pathologist
for some career-happy DCI.

Well, if you challenge him, he'll eat
you for breakfast. So what do I do?

You find the evidence
that proves him wrong.

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

So did you find anything?

Are you sure about all this?

What? This isn't a very strong
case against Matt Gibb, is it?

Not for murder?
It's a very simple one, Harry.

Can we put the murder weapon
in his hands?

That does seem to be the question.
If we do that, it's a strong case.

So, the shoes?

Yeah.

They're, er, positive...

ketamine, coffee, brandy.

Good lad.

Matthew Gibb, I am arresting
you for the murders of Gay Chettle

and Hugo Slattey and the
attempted murder of Kes Slattey.
You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you
do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in
court. Anything you do say may be
given in evidence. ..Lock him up.

Milk, no sugar. Milk, two sugars.
Thanks, Kes.

They still won't release Hugo's
body.

God knows how long it will be.
Can you speak to them?

Why do you have to leave
in such a hurry?

I just want to take Kes away
from everything that's happened.

What about Kes's school? He's doing
well there, you can't uproot him.

No, HE wants to go.
There's no argument about this.

Can we really make a new start?

What are you doing?

What you said,
watching Kes's video...

..finding out what really happened.

This canine skull. It's hard to tell
but the sagital crest
is marginally different.

It's not a dog, it's a wolf.

Kes? Are you coming down?
Rakesh is here. We need to leave now
if we're going to catch our flight.

Come on, come on...

What is it? Who would be stupid
enough to slip ketamine to someone
just before they flew a helicopter?

Pretty stupid to slip it to anyone.

Hang on...
'There's brandy in Gay's coffee'

and in his stomach and
Rakesh always carries a hip flask.

So the ketamine was in the hip flask?

Why would Rakesh put it in Gay's
drink? I don't think either of them
knew anything about the ketamine.

What, so Gay puts Rakesh's
brandy in his own coffee? Yeah.

Had a bad day, stressed, cold. But
Gay was never the intended victim.

Rakesh was. Yeah.

Going somewhere?
Kate's going abroad.
I'm taking them to the airport.

I haven't had the courage
to tell her I'm not coming along.

What's brought you here?
Er...can we talk inside? Yeah.

Kes! Hurry up!
I don't want to go anywhere.

OK, then, stay here.
Who's going to feed you?
I'm sure I can feed myself!

Harry...I wanted to call you and
tell you how Kes was getting on.
But I was just...so busy.

Kate, I know what happened.

What?

Rakesh and you split up,
had some kind of falling out
before the race meeting.

Rakesh and I are fine...
The only thing I don't know is
where you got the ketamine from.

I guess Hugo still had some
in his bag and you found it.

You were angry with Rakesh, he'd
been flirting with Louise, so...

you saw your chance...

took the flask out of his bag...

..and laced it with ketamine.

If everything worked out,
he wouldn't have much fun
with Louise that night.

You thought no-one else would drink
out of his flask. But Gay fancied
a drop of brandy in his coffee.

Please...don't tell Kes.

I don't want him to ever know.
Kes is going to know.

It doesn't mean he won't forgive you
one day. There's no reason
why Matt should go down for murder.

I-I was just so scared.

I could never bring them back.

I don't know why I did it.

Hugo was such a useless husband

and, er...

I ended up loving someone
who endlessly promised and never
delivered, who pretended...

pretended he was a stepfather and
then pissed off when he felt like
it to go and shag someone else.

Kate... Hm? That's all it was.

Just like the rest of us, eh?

Looking over our shoulders
to see who was sexier,
who was going higher and faster.

Until he fancies settling down
and playing at being a husband.

How do you think that made Kes feel?

All I gave you was loyalty, Rakesh.

If that's needy, then, well,
God help us all. Are we going now?

No. We're staying.

I need to talk to you...

All right, mate?
All right. You proved me wrong.

Better watch my back, eh?

We'll get Kate Slattey
for administering a toxic substance.
What will that mean?

There was no intent to cause
the crash so she'll probably get
a suspended. And Matt Gibb?

We've still got him for fraud and
manslaughter. We've got a confession
and ketamine on his shoes.

You're not going to run with that,
are you? Why?

Something wrong with your analysis?
You know what I mean. Do I?

Don't forget I've got evidence
that you covered for another doctor

in a case of
extreme professional misconduct.

Rakesh Bhandari?

Nice working with you again, Harry.

A family...
father, mother, son and their dogs.

They're traders from the coast,
selling their wares
across the Brecon Beacons

when their son's illness gets worse.

They want to get him to a
settlement where they can get help.

Otherwise they'd do the sensible
thing when the weather turns nasty
and take shelter.

But they risk it
and cross the mountain. Snow comes,
and they can't go on or go back.

The adults could. Only seven miles.

But TB has crippled the child's
bones. He can't move easily.

They're all weak.

That's when the wolves come.

They fight. The skulls of several
wolves have been found smashed.

But in the end, they're overwhelmed.

The bodies partially decompose.

Wolves and other scavengers
take body parts.

Some time later,
when the pass is clear,

the remaining bones are found,
gathered up
and they're buried together.

Man, woman, child, their dogs.

A cairn is erected.

It's a memorial.

Well, I found my story. Now
I'm going to get out of your way.

I just wanted to thank you both...
What do you want
to spend your life doing?

I don't know.
I haven't really thought about it.
Let's make it easier.

Would you be interested in working in
this department as a pathologist...
Locum for the next six months?

I thought you'd never ask.

Well done. Thanks...
Congratulations. Welcome aboard.

♪ Costestes e Spiritu-u

♪ Si-ilenciu-um

♪ Si-ilenciu-um. ♪