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EIGHT YEAR OLD GIRL DEAD
MAN ARRESTED

Dr. Silverlake, are you OK?

Professor?

Hi!

I'm looking for my dog.

Small, brown, cuddly,

and badly behaved.

- You haven't seen him?
- No.

What a shame.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

I think maybe he went over there.

Where?

No!

Are you ready to start?

Never look in their eyes.

What is the point of you?!

Look at yourselves! Don't drink!

- Look! Look!
- Oi!

And you! You're just as bad.

You're drinking, you're smoking.

Don't! What possible contribution
do you think you're making?!

Don't you see
you're destroying yourselves?

You're destroying us! Why?

Why? Why do we waste our time?

Why?!

Why?

Silent Witness
Season 14 - Episode 01

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
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A Gulty Mind
Part 1

Morning.

How is everything? OK?

You all right?

Thank you.

Crash cart!

OK, stand clear.

There's not much more we can do.

We should stop.

Time of death, 8.03.

I'll look for next
of kin in his records.

Gemma.

We need a doctor, please!

- Three deaths overnight.
- Three?

Blue bloater.

Jaundice.

Drug user.

Morning.

Detective Constable Catina.

- Dr. Harry Cunningham.
- Professor Leo Dalton.

Three in one night seemed unusual.

Thought it deserved a look, yeah?

This is Detective
Inspector Skipper.

You two the body
"snatchers", are you?

That's our official title.

Dr. Harry Cunningham
and Professor Leo Dalton.

Sorry.

- Does this stuff really work?
- Yes.

Hey, Cat? You want some of this.

That MRSA thing is deadly.

Not nearly as bad as C-difficile.

- Yeah?
- It's well-named.,very nasty.

I really don't like
going into hospitals.

Sure way to get sick.

Now, it's possible that
they all just popped off

on the same night,
nothing untoward.

Why's she crying?

She's the night supervisor.

- They died on her watch?
- Yes.

When was the last time a
doctor had a look at them?

- I'll check the notes.
- Thank you.

Hasn't she seen dead people before?

She works in a hospital,
for Christ's sake.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Did I offend anyone
with that language?

He didn't mean to offend anyone.

That's all I need, someone
to make a complaint.

Can you catch MRSA
from a dead person?

- Yes.
- Oh, great.

Now, then, I haven't decided whether
this is a crime scene or not yet.

I mean, maybe it's not.

Maybe it was just a very
unlucky ward last night.

It could be that
it's not so unusual

to lose three patients
on the same ward.

You're a walking advert
for the NHS, aren't you?

They did all have
challenged immune systems.

- Challenged?
- Buggered.

Thank God for plain English.

Sorry, could you
stop crying, please?

Sorry, Cat. You're going to
have to take her statement.

I just won't cope.

Right, I want you two boys now

to review the medical
notes of the deceased.

See if you can find out
what happened last night.

That is what we generally do.

What do you want to do,
cut first or read first?

JASON BODLE DETAINED FOR MURDER

Bodle's solicitor is
raising mental health issues.

Based on what?

Apparently Bodle had some sort of
brain surgery a couple of years back.

Allegedly it made him
prone to mental illness.

If it goes that direction
I may need you to walk

the judge through the
postmortem at the hearing.

Just take a couple of deep breaths.

I'll be right back.

The registrar saw all three of them on
his ward rounds yesterday morning, 11.30.

Nothing unusual noted.

I'll need to speak to him.

How do you want to deal with this?

Let's establish medical
condition and take it from there,

- shall we?
- Yeah.

What do you think?

I haven't had chance
to read anything yet.

No, no, no, about the nurse.

- Cat doesn't like her, do you, Cat?
- Yes, all that crying,

like she needs all the attention.

Something shifty about her.

That's not racism
or anything, cos I...

went out with a Filipina once.

Maybe she was Thai...

Maybe the nurse is Thai.

Maybe she's British.

Yeah, maybe she is. Yeah, yeah.

I didn't realise we had the queen
of political correctness here.

I'll ask for her passport
before I jump to any conclusions.

Can we make sure we've got
copies of these notes, please?

OK.

You don't like me, do you?

I'm not sure yet.

Fair do's.

Do you think the nurse did it?

How would we know?

No, I'm asking what you think,
not what you know, because...

because I find that
what you think can point you
on the way to what you know.

She's on all night, she has three
dead patients in the morning.

Not great, is it?

Wouldn't want her wiping my arse.

She'll be relieved.

Cat thinks she's got that...

Munchausen by proxy
thing. Don't you, Cat?

Yeah.

Probably better if we look at the
evidence without preconceived ideas.

Keep an open mind.

Well, whatever works for you.

He restores my faith in the police.

The blow to the head
crushed her skull

and caused widespread
cerebral haemorrhaging.

She would have been rendered
unconscious from the blow

and died within minutes.

How big is the TOD window?

Her body was discovered at 4.32pm.

I arrived at the scene at 5.47.

Her eyes were open,
corneal clouding.

Body temperature suggests

death occurred at
least two hours before.

- Two hours?
- 3.47.

It's not exact.

She was walking home from school.

Her class teacher said
goodbye to her at 3.30.

That leaves less than 17 minutes for
her to be approached, abducted and raped.

Mucosal lacerations and
disruption of the muscular fibres.

She was dead when she was raped.

Small mercies.

Yes.

We have physical evidence that Jason
Bodle was the one who raped her?

Semen. DNA should be back tomorrow.

That proves the rape.
What about the murder?

We've got the girl's blood on him.

He found her body,
that's what he's saying.

- There's no witness.
- Not that we've found.

- No murder weapon?
- It was a rock.

I am right, Doctor?

It was a rock?

It was a rock?

Yes.

But you don't have the rock?

We're looking for it.

Nobody is doubting the
pervert did it, right?

Only a jury if we can't
tie him to the murder.

We have him on the rape.

What?

He just finds an
eight-year-old girl

dead with a head
injury and rapes her?

That's what he's saying.

Eight-year-old girl.

Which is worse,

rape or murder?

There's a sickness, seriously, an illness
out there that produces this kind of...

He's insane, yeah?
Got to be.

Don't say that to me.
Don't tell me he was ill.

I mean, you can think it all
you want, but don't say it.

No way he gets off.

You murder and rape
an eight-year-old girl,

you want a hospital,
not a prison, don't you?

If he goes to a hospital...

Actus non facit reum
nisi mens sit rea.

The act does not
make a person guilty

unless the mind be also guilty.

He'll never have to give
evidence or explain his actions

unless we can prove
he has a guilty mind.

Bodle's going to a prison,
not a hospital.

Dr. Alexander? You're coming back?

Hi, Daddy.

You OK?

What can I do to cheer you up?

It's not your fault.

Everyone knows that.

Would you like me
to remove your liver?

- No, thanks.
- Kidney?

- I'm OK for now.
- Two for one offer.

- Bargain.
- I can whip your brain out in a second.

Tempting, but you look
like the sort of bloke

who's good at taking things apart,
but not putting them together.

Bem, this room was prepped and ready
for me and now it's contaminated.

Sorry.

So, what are you doing? You some
kind of mystery shopper or something?

Are you doing the PM on one of
the bodies from the hospital?

Not going to give
me any explanation?

No.

Go! Go!

Respiratory failure may have been
caused by nosocomial pneumonia.

- We're testing for it.
- Positive, Professor.

Well, the deceased test positive.

Are all lab results back?

Yes, they're on your desk.

So not withstanding he had
a challenged immune system...

Buggered.

... he had type two
respiratory failure

and pneumonia would
have tipped the balance.

Did someone commit
a crime, Professor,

or am I just collecting data
for the Health Protection Agency?

I haven't finished my investigation.

But it does bother me that no-one
seemed to notice his failing health

between 11.30am, when
he last saw a doctor,

and his time of death which we estimate
to be around 2 o'clock in the morning.

I mean, that's more than 14 hours.

The night nurse told us he

was last seen by a
doctor at around 10pm.

10pm?

That's not what it
says in the notes.

It's not what
they told us in the hospital.

Ying McCoy said a doctor came in
to check on the patients around ten.

A doctor would have spotted
his need for immediate care.

Is she absolutely certain?

It's what she said.

Maybe you should
speak to her again.

Well, she's made
herself hard to find.

She's gone off to Filipino
Land, or wherever they come from.

- Should I apologise for that?
- Just to be safe.

She's in the park!

Come on, guys. Quickly!

Stay down. Stay down. Stay down.

Shots have been fired.
Weapons authorised.

Start your team across the
road. Come on, let's go!

- Zak, could you prep the cutting room?
- I have.

I know, but could you do it
again? It's been contaminated.

- How?
- No idea.

Sorry, Zak.

Who's Leo talking to?

Detectives from the hospital.

She's too pretty to be a detective.

Really? I thought she
looked a bit like you.

Was that an insult?

- Have you finished the PM?
- No, not yet.

Equipment problem. Why?

- Cat, do you have the name of the doctor?
- Yeah, I've got it here.

A doctor made a ward
visit at approximately 10pm

the night all three died

and didn't notice they were ill.

Who was the doctor?

She said the doctor's
name was Silverlake.

MP from Juliet Six. Received.

Put the gun down and
lie on the ground!

Target on.

Target on. Permission to shoot?

Authorised. Fire, fire, fire.

Thanks.

Does this make my vanishing Oriental
nurse more or less guilty-looking?

If a doctor checked those patients

at 10pm and they died
four hours later...

We should wait to complete
all three postmortems.

Of course.

- What I think?
- Of course.

How could you know?

- Very guilty.
- Harry!

He wants to know how she looks.

You're getting the hang of this.

That is how she looks.

Yep, that is how she looks.

What kind of doctor is Silverlake?

He's a consultant neurosurgeon.

Neurosurgeon? Brains, yeah?

He is a brain surgeon.

It's so much easier when
you explain it, you know.

He's a professor of neurosurgery.

- A professor? Like you.
- Yes.

He's a professor and a doctor.
You can be both, can you?

Yes.

But only if you're
very, very senior.

Very.

And you'd have to be
highly specialised?

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

10 o'clock at night
on a general ward.

- What's he doing there?
- Skip, we've found Dr. Silverlake.

Multiple haematomas, left arm.

Oedema on the lungs.

Hiya.

Did you know him?

By reputation.

Why does an eminent
professor go postal?

Cos he knew you
were looking for him.

SIO says he came out
in an aggressive manner

and raised his shotgun
like he was going to shoot.

Is there another body,
anyone else injured?

No. He was stopped
before he could...

- Where's the gun?
- Seized and secured.

Was it loaded when he came outside?

There were no cartridges in
the gun when they found it

and there were none
discharged by the body.

Excuse me.

Can you tell me what's
happening, please?

I'm sorry. We can't
tell you anything.

My parents are residents.
They're number four.

It doesn't make any difference if
the gun was loaded or not, does it?

I mean, how were they to know?

A man aims his gun.
They did their job.

Yes, they did.

And very well, too.

He has a shotgun.

He discharges it. No-one was
killed, no-one was injured.

No, no. No. Why? Why?

Professor Silverlake
committed suicide.

Suicide by cop.

Why did they have
to shoot him? Why?

Yes. It's him.

Thank you for waiting on me.

I don't think my daughter
could have done this.

She was very close to her father.

We'll complete the postmortem
as soon as possible.

He...

couldn't get past it.

I knew it as soon as it happened.

As soon as they found
that little girl, and

it was Bodle.

The idea that Nigel might have
saved the life of a murderer,

I knew he couldn't get past it.

It made a lie of his whole life.

OK.

20, looks older.

Drug addict, needle
user. Hep C. Jaundice.

Tox results show

6-monoacetylmorphine,
confirming heroin.

Type two respiratory
failure, nosocomial pneumonia.

Outcomes you'd expect.

An unlucky night.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Pneumonia?

Which means that he should
have had a high temperature.

- Nothing in the notes.
- So?

He has respiratory failure.

So he should have
an extremely high temperature

which Silverlake should have noted
when he checked on him at 10pm.

If he was on the ward.

There are no notes by
Silverlake in this file.

None in mine from Silverlake.

Why would she say Silverlake?

I mean, why him by name
unless he was there?

Hang on.

My chap did not test
positive for pneumonia.

- And?
- He was on steroids,

high-dose steroids. So,

he'd have been extremely susceptible
to catching anything flying around.

If pneumonia caused your
guy's respiratory failure,

then your man would have
been extremely contagious.

How long was he on the ward?

- Five days.
- Five days!

Where did he get the heroin?

And when did he inject it?

- Do you have a time of death?
- Difficult.

Hospital was warm.
I'm guessing he'd

been dead at least seven
hours by the time we got there.

So he gets up in the middle of the night,
injects himself and the nurse doesn't notice?

This night gets more
and more unlucky.

We've got one more body to look at.

50-year-old woman, alcoholic,
a history of crack addiction.

I'll need some images of
this and run the bloods.

Internal and external labs?

Yes, please.

And the rest of her?

Stitch her up.

Here.

- Anything?
- It's not good.

You going to tell
me or make me beg?

The begging sounds interesting.
Will you have to get on your knees?

Naked.

I'll tell you without the begging.

Ying McCoy has not
turned up for her shift.

She's the only witness we've
got so we need to find her.

There looks to be a problem
with her work papers.

Hospital admin have contacted
the agency that sent her.

They don't have copies of
her passport or her visa.

Right.

Have we got Silverlake's
phone records?

By the end of the day.

OK. And his diary.

We've got to find a way to
place him in the hospital.

Are you all right?

I have a fitness-to-plead
hearing tomorrow.

Oh, yeah, I've done one of them.
Nothing to it. Very straightforward.

We all have things
that happen to us.

The waves that crash.

But it's the undertow.

You can't see it.

You don't expect it.

OK. Is it me or you?

Because I am listening and
you're not making any sense.

I did the postmortem on an
eight-year-old girl the other day.

Oh, yeah. I remember.

It's the killer's hearing.

Alleged.

I'm trying to understand
why it bothers me.

Why does this one
bother me so much?

- Why her?
- It'll pass.

There was something
so evil about it all.

It felt contagious,

sucking me under.

I struggle against
it and it just...

makes me tired.

You're an eminent doctor,

a professor,

and you've worked all your life
to improve the lives of others.

- Silverlake?
- Not a lot

of public recognition for
it, but that doesn't matter.

It's for the common good.

You remove a tumour from a
man's brain, save his life.

You've done this before
very successfully.

You're recognised as an
expert, feted by your peers.

And the man you healed,

the one whose life you saved,

kills and rapes an
eight-year-old girl.

God's perverse little joke.

It has nothing to
do with God, Nikki.

Jason Bodle has at
least two victims now,

an eight-year-old girl
and Nigel Silverlake.

It's so evil.

It's like an infectious disease.

There's no cure for it.

And tomorrow a judge will
decide whether he's fit to plead.

Silverlake killed himself.

He couldn't bare to live with this
little girl's blood on his hands.

He obviously thought that he had
created the monster that killed her.

He gives us these gifts and then

conspires for us to
use them to destroy...

innocence.

What do we do, Harry?

How can I help?

Do you ever have the feeling that
everything we do is pointless?

God has already
decreed the verdict and

all we do is figure
out how he did it.

I'm so tired.

We need to keep an eye on Nikki.

- Why?
- Not herself.

- She's been working hard.
- She always works hard.

Something's got hold of her. This...

The post mortem on this
murdered girl, I think.

Well, children are always difficult.

She's testifying tomorrow.

Fitness-to-plead
hearing.

Nobody can say it, but...

Jason Bodle must have been...

sick to do all the things he did.

It seems to have triggered some
maternal thing in her or something.

It's pretty rough stuff. Maybe
you or I should have done it.

She's a professional.

What are you saying? That there are
some cases she shouldn't be assigned?

You could be more
sensitive, you know.

Lab results on your girlfriend.

If you want to run any more, we'll
need to take more fluids from the body.

- Thanks.
- Right,

I'm supposed to be
meeting up with a friend,

one of those haven't seen
you in a while friends,

so I'm about to head off. Are
you going to want to run any more?

I don't know.

You want me to hang
around, don't you?

Just in case. Thanks.

Pleasure.

So I could be more sensitive?

Yeah.

You could be less sexist.

What?

Sexist! Come on, that's not sexist.

You don't really know
when you're sexist, do you?

I mean, that, I suppose, is
the litmus test of being sexist.

So, I say you could be

a little more sensitive
and get hit with sexist?

In fact, I worry about a
colleague and I get called sexist.

What kind of messed-up
world am I living in?

- Harry?
- That's a cheap shot.

How did contestant
number three die?

Well...

She...

wasn't the picture of health, as
you can see, but nothing obvious

either internally or
externally presented itself.

She was an alcoholic so there
was severe damage to the...

Central pontine myelinolysis.

... pons, yes.

Look at her vitreous sodium level.

Way too high.

Look at her hospital file.

When she came in her
sodium numbers were low.

They re-corrected?

- Fatally.
- Mistake?

- Possibly.
- That's why the nurse runs?

What about your heroin addict?

Anything on his bloods?

I think...

Six-monoacetylmorphine, heroin.

What are you looking for?

No codeine. It's pure.

- Medicinal?
- Pure diamorphine.

- That's medicinal heroin.
- Where did he get that?

Coincidence or calculated?

Alcoholics have a low sodium level.

If you know that then

perhaps you know that if you re-correct the
sodium too quickly you'll kill the patient.

Heroin addict, you give
them medicinal heroin,

it looks like an overdose.

What about the blue bloater?

Type two respiratory
failure and pneumonia,

but nobody else contracts it

and he shows no other
symptoms before he dies.

If this is calculated,

how would you kill him?

Kindness?

Assuming that doesn't work.

Type two respiratory failure.
He needs oxygen.

He also needs...

- carbon dioxide.
- Pure oxygen

would kill him.

100% oxygen mask.

In type two respiratory
failure you need

carbon dioxide otherwise
you cannot breathe.

So they were all murdered.

Looks that way.

Then you are a genius.
An insensitive genius, but a genius.

Well, insensitivity is the litmus
test for geniuses, isn't it?

Must be.

Dr. Alexander?

My external examination identified
multiple lacerations to the scalp

indicating more than one impact.

So in your expert opinion,
Dr. Alexander,

what could have caused the injuries
depicted in the photos?

It is my opinion that these
injuries were caused by

multiple impacts with
a heavy blunt object.

Fragments of stone were
recovered deep within the wounds,

embedded in the skull and brain.

This would suggest
the use of a large...

stone, a...

a rock.

Dr. Alexander?

Dr. Alexander?

The mucosal lacerations and
disruption to the muscle fibres

indicate that the girl was dead

when she was raped.

Thank you for your
assistance, Dr. Alexander.

- You are released.
- Thank you.

Morning, Dr. Alexander.

- Morning.
- How's it going?

Good. You?

- Life sucks.
- Sorry to hear it.

But you feel better
talking about it, right?

- Morning.
- Yep.

It is.

When do you intend to
cut the evil bastard up?

I'm sorry?

- Should I apologise for that?
- Probably not.

Silverlake kills a
number of his patients,

then gets himself shot

like you said, suicide by cop.

He's the whole package, eh?

An evil murderer and a coward.

You find something?

We think the hospital
deaths were murder.

We just went through it
with Skippy and Julia.

- Julia?
- Detective Constable Catina.

Of course.

Looks like it all fits together.

Professor Silverlake?
That is what it looks like.

Skippy? I like that.

Yeah, I just made it up.

Everything OK with you?

Oh, shit. Harry's
been talking to you?

Harry's always talking to me.

- How did the hearing go?
- Fine.

And you're all right?

Couldn't be better.

When do you know the
outcome of the hearing?

Today or tomorrow. They won't go to
arraignment until the judge rules.

Dr. Alexander, there's
someone here to see you.

Who?

I'm Naomi Silverlake.

I know.

I saw you at the hearing.

I don't know why I went.

To represent my father, I guess,

in some sort of odd pointless way.

- I'm sorry.
- It's fine. You know,

I was there.

Nothing will ever
be worse than that.

Nothing.

Please, sit down.

How can I help you?

When you do the post
mortem on my father

look for something that can,

I don't know,

explain it.

You know, explain
what happened to him.

I can only report what I find.

Have you seen what
they're saying about him?

"Doctor Evil."

He was the least evil
person I've ever known.

Look at this one.

- "The Evil Doctor Death."
- I've seen them.

Where do they get this from?

He spent his life
saving people's lives,

some that didn't deserve to live.

It overwhelmed him that he could heal people,
that he could change the course of so many lives.

That's not evil.
That's... It's human.

What can I do?

They say
he killed those three patients.

I say it wasn't him.

It's for the police to decide.

How does anyone
know he actually did

the things they're accusing him of?

They write these things, but...

he's dead.

He can't defend himself.

They don't know. Do you see?

- The police are investigating.
- Do you call this investigating?

No. No, this is judging.

He's now guilty forever.

If you put my father's
name into Google now,

you know what comes up first?

A photograph of
him and Jason Bodle,

arms around each other,

smiling.

My father's success story.

A tumour removed, a life saved.

They're now locked
together for eternity.

I know he isn't evil.
There must be another explanation.

When I was little,

maybe...

five or six,

my father used to joke
that there was a spot...

on my head, right about here,

where all the bad things came from.

If I had been naughty,

he would kiss at that spot
over and over and over again

until he made all the bad
things go away.

He was hurting.

It was almost as if he'd hurt
that girl with his own hands.

If he felt that, why would
he murder someone else?

You know, Even if
he was responsible,

maybe something was wrong with him.

Maybe someone making
do this things.

Either way, it can't have been him,

not the real him,
not the real person.

This is what people
have to understand.

Sometimes things happen

and it's like another
person does them. Do you see?

I can only report what I find.

Jason Bodle rapes and
murders an eight-year-old girl

and it's my father
that's called evil.

Help me.

That's all I'm asking you to do.

What does she want you to find, a
tumour where the bad things come from?

She's desperate.

I'm not exactly sure
how to handle her.

She wants an excuse,
something that allows her
to believe it was an aberration.

And if you do find something,
what will that change?

Practically? Nothing.

I guess it might
do her some good and

it might do his
reputation some good.

What are the chances of
you finding something?

Well, very, very
slim. Virtually none.

He's dead. She adored
him. She's in pain.

If...

she wants to cling to the possibility
that some outside factor or

external force coerced him
into doing evil, then...

Don't prove there wasn't.
Do her that favour.

You know, I forget sometimes
how decent you can be.

Are you OK?

- Yeah.
- Do you know you're OK?

Of course I know.

- I worry about you.
- Thank you for that too.

He died very quickly,

if not instantly,

and I'm quite sure he
didn't feel any pain.

No. Of course not.

He left that for us.

Was there anything?

A tumour?

We found nothing that would
indicate the presence of disease.

Nothing?

Nothing immediately obvious.

I'm having a complete
set of lab tests run.

I'll have the results soon.
The tests may tell us more.

But you think there was something?

I'm sure there could be something,

but it may not be something
that we can ever prove.

He had such dark moods.

And the silence, there could be
days of silence. Do you remember?

I think we should go.

- And when he was angry...
- Naomi.

The court ruled
Bodle unfit to plead.

He's being held under
the Mental Health Act.

Sent him to Castleton
Psychiatric Hospital.

Defence blamed the medical treatment
he received for changing his personality

and making him unaware of the
consequences of his actions.

Nikki? I'm sorry to disturb you.

My mother and I, we
forgot to give you this.

It's records from
his private doctor.

I don't know that it
will mean anything.

I can't thank you enough.

Thank you.

He was fit. Fibrous tumour, benign.

Skin complaint.
Nothing of consequence.

In remarkable health
for someone of his age,

but ten years ago he
sought help for depression.

Ten years ago.

Then the treatment and the illness
stops. No mention of it again.

- Perhaps he got better.
- Maybe he didn't want it to hurt his career

as a doctor so he
stopped getting treatment.

Maybe he began to self-medicate to

avoid having a mental condition
on his medical records.

Perhaps he thought
being mentally ill,

even temporarily,

would be so damaging to his
career that he had to cover it up.

- Wouldn't that be ironic?
- Can I say something?

- Yes.
- OK.

I'm going to say something and because we're
friends you're not going to get angry, right?

Depends on what you say.

I think now that
what you're doing here

has got nothing to do with giving the
daughter hope, or allowing her doubt.

It has got nothing
to do with science

or the pursuit of truth,
cos all these things

can only be conjecture, can't they?

- So far I'm not angry.
- There's more.

In fact, I now think

that what you're doing is selfish.

And I get it, I get
it. It's a sort of...

- emotional flak jacket.
- Now you're starting to cut close.

An emotional flak jacket
so you can feel comfortable

that there isn't pure
evil in the universe

and that it's all just
God's manufacturing error.

I'm doing this for Naomi
and the Silverlake family.

You're doing it because
you're scared, I think.

It's relevant to his post mortem.

You're trying to make sense
of something that is senseless.

And you can't. We can't know
what was going through his mind

to make him do what
he did, and anyway,

no explanation will change
what happened. Just let it go,

because it doesn't matter.

It has to matter.

I told them when they were had the
house redone not to use limestone.

So hard to clean.

I have a lot of wonderful
memories of this house.

Where do you live now?

Well, at the moment,
of course, I live here.

I didn't want to leave
my mother on her own.

Of course.

Nikki, I know the chances of us
finding something are very, very slim.

I want you to know that...

I'm not hoping for a miracle.

Well, I am, but I'm
not expecting one.

OK.

You doing this for me...

... you don't know me,

not really.

The fact that you're even trying,

I'm very grateful.

What is it?

Medication for depression.

That would explain his moods.

It might explain a lot of things.

Silverlake is guilty, yeah?

Has to be.

Ying McCoy names him.

The crimes all require a
certain level of knowledge.

He tops himself. Has to be guilty.

But his widow says he
never went to the hospital.

Of course, she could be lying.

But I don't see him on any of
the tapes going into the hospital

the night Ying McCoy

tells me he came
to see the victims.

She's given me a time, yeah?

It should be easy.

I can't find him
anywhere, any time.

Car park, front entrance,
A&E entrance. He's not there.

I can't prove he's
there without the nurse

and the nurse has gone missing.

You see how disturbing this is?

Any luck?

No.

I'm waiting for the
discs from the day before.

I checked Silverlake's
mobile phone records.

He hasn't used his
phone for over a week.

Who does that?

Somebody with two phones?

Yeah, that's possible, I guess.

We need to speak to his wife.

Like she's going to know.

I've got to be honest, it's
making me a tad anxious.

I haven't felt this way since
the first time I bought condoms.

You know, that queasy feeling
you get in your stomach

that you can't get rid of as you walk
towards the counter in the chemist.

Shall we talk about my first
sexual experience or Dr. Silverlake?

- Dr. Silverlake.
- Good choice.

There's more to talk about.

I mean, why would Silverlake shoot
up his neighbours' lovely homes?

It's guilt, right?

He killed his patients.

It seems a fair conclusion to draw.

- To draw, but not to prove.
- But do we have to prove it?

No. Silverlake is dead.

You're over-worrying this. Your
eczema's going to come back.

- Yeah, you're probably right.
- I am right. Let it go.

OK. You're right.

I'll let it go.

Do you think Ying
McCoy is her real name?

Cat!

Both prime suspects dead.

This has not been my best week.

Hello, Julia, you are
looking very lovely today.

Hiya, Dr. H. Thank you.

My husband is meant to
have killed her as well?

Well... it's possible, I guess.

But we did find something else.

You seem to want to defend the
drugs. Why? What's in it for you?

Have you got a research
grant hanging in the balance?

Are you threatening me?

Why would suggesting that you act
in your own interest be a threat?

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