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They hang them from the walls,

it's why they call it
Clifford's Tower.

Must be easier ways to get
a building named after you.

That's what my father used to
say when he brought me here.

You got around,
you and your dad.

Yeah, well...

yeah, he wanted to show me
the whole world.

So...

Thank you, Patience.

Wh... what... for what?

For distracting me.

I've been dreading
going to pick up Alfie.

Thank you...

Detective Bea, for...

well, for making things easier.

That's what friends are for.

Speaking of friends, I'm having
some drinks for my birthday

on Friday, just at the pub.

You might have other plans
or may not fancy it, but...

it'd be lovely to
celebrate with you.

Well, you're gonna be late
for Alfie, so...

Yeah.

I'd better go.

How was it?

Boring.

Can you tell me about it?

Just a bunch of pictures
on the computer.

Did you have to answer
questions, pick A, B, or C,

that kind of thing?

Uh...

Yeah.
- And?

How did it go?
- I don't know.

Okay.

Sorry.

Mum?

Am I weird?

Weird?

Of course not.

But... is there something wrong
with me?

No, bub.

You're perfect.

We're... we're just trying to
work out

if your brain's wired a bit
differently.

That's all.

Okay.

I went to someone's
to play Warhammer,

but I had to leave.

Uh, his deodorant,
it just smelt too strongly.

Yeah, I've...
I've been there too, Theo.

Don't worry about that.

Um...

I've been invited to
a birthday party.

Ooh.

For... adults, I presume?

Er, yes.

Yeah, I think so.

It's, um, Detective Bea's.

Brilliant.

Good for you.

There... there'll be alcohol.

I should hope so.

Loud music, lots of people.

Duh, it's a party.

No, not everyone likes
the same things

when it comes to socializing,
Maya.

Rather you than me, Patience.

Thanks.

So, what did Detective Bea say
about the party?

Well, she said it'd be lovely
to celebrate with me.

Yeah, I'm sure she meant it.

Okay, so you...
you think I should go?

Wait, no, I mean,
only you can decide that.

Yeah, but you... you said
that we should be

open to new experiences, right?

Yeah. I mean, what's the worst
that can happen?

Well, I don't know anybody, um,
I won't fit in.

What if nobody talks to me?

What if I get her a present
she doesn't like?

Where do I start?

Okay, er...

it can be tricky, buying
presents for neurotypicals.

Oh.

Hold on, I've got two voice
messages.

Okay.

It's from a WPC Carmichael.

A police constable, for you?

Why...?

She's asking to call urgently.

As Paul Thompson's next of kin.

Something happened
to my brother.

So, um...

Mr. Waller, he's the mortician,

he said that Paul, my... brother,

Paul Thompson, said that...

he died of a heart attack
and a circulatory collapse,

so...

There'll have to be an autopsy,
Billy.

Nah, the pathologist
broke his arm, so,

they're not sure when
another one will be available.

They're gonna embalm him,
my brother,

not the pathologist.

Here.

Thanks.

I've still got his clothes,
they, um...

asked me to pick out
his clothes.

He loved trains.

I...I can't... I can't go
back in.

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

- What are you doing?
- Er...

I'm looking for signs of
circulatory collapse.

And you are?

Um, I'm a friend
of Billy Thompson.

Well, you shouldn't be in here.

Well, I brought his clothes.

Mr. Thompson forgot to take
the things

his brother was wearing.

They need a wash, I'm afraid.

Um... sorry, there were no signs
of circulatory collapse, but...

Billy was told that that was
a factor in his brother's death.

Well, to be honest,
I wouldn't know.

- You're a mortician.
- Administration and support.

Sorry I'm late.

Got your lunch?

Football boots?

Cupboard under the stairs.
Quick.

You seen his test results?

Hmm. They're available?

Yeah, they said it'd be
12 hours.

Do you want me to summarize?

No. No, I'll...

I'll read them myself.

Alright.

Bye, Mum.

Bye.

Hey, he's... he's gonna be
alright, you know?

Yeah, I know.

If you guys want to talk
amongst yourselves or anything,

that's fine.

I'm just not really feeling in
the right head space today.

I didn't even know your brother.

How... how can you even be here?

I'd feel worse at home
on my own.

Sorry, everyone.

That might be Paul's fiancée,

she's...

er, she's er, working in France.

Billy, you should answer it.

Hello, is that Ophelia?

What do you mean,
Paul's disappeared?

Thought I heard a car engine,
I, um...

I...I ran out but there was
no vehicle.

Was anyone else in the building?

No one.

It's usually just me and Frank,

or his assistant.

The pathologist, Dr. Di Marco,

he was supposed to be here
yesterday

to conduct the post-mortem.

He broke his arm, didn't he?

So, Frank goes for a brew,

and then persons unknown
grab the body

and make off with it?

That's what you think happened?

What other explanation
could there be?

You'd already started
the embalming process?

A...a few minutes before.

Ahead of the autopsy?

That's not uncommon.

We'd no idea when we'd be
assigned another pathologist.

What chemicals do you use?

Um, my own formula.

Er... formaldehyde, naturally.

Strychnine, ethanol,
activated charcoal,

and, um,
this may surprise you...

cognac.
- Frank!

Cheaper than anything
you can buy off the shelf,

and it lasts longer.

Was the body drained of blood?

We do that at the same time.

Then, they hadn't lost much.

I'm just trying to establish
if there's a possibility

that Paul Thompson walked?

Good grief, no!

At the insertion stage,

the eyes and the mouth
have been sewn up.

This must be very difficult
for you.

Can I at least get the clothes
I picked out for him

to be cremated in?

They're gone as well, Billy.

It's just Paul was the one
who understood me.

He just made it easier to cope
with things, you know.

He just told me to celebrate
who I am.

I've not seen this one before.

It's my first puzzle.

My father would show me
the whole shape,

and then remove pieces
and ask me

to put it back together again.

So, you need to work
from the top.

So, you need to make sure that
our finger's here,

pull the bottom one out, then...

this one just slides out
like this.

Think you can put that one back?

Backward induction.

You know, in chess it's known as
retrograde analysis.

Yeah, it somehow made it
easier to solve,

seeing the completed puzzle
and...

and knowing that
there was a solution.

Look at that.

It's all back together.

There you go.

Yeah, speaking of puzzles,

have you decided whether or not

to attend DI Metcalf's party

or what gift to get her?

I just know it needs
to communicate what you feel

about the person.

Oh, I'll get it.

Billy.

What... what are you doing here?

Hi. Um...

I er... I can't get it out
my head

that Paul might still be alive.

Well, I know, I know, it sounds
bonkers, but...

when... when I was young,
we used to...

have this Bible, and...

there was this drawing
of Lazarus.

And he was climbing out
the tomb,

and I just... I just keep on
imagining Paul

doing the exact same thing.

He was pronounced dead, Billy.

I know. I know.
I...I keep telling myself that.

I'm clutching at straws. But...

Look, will you just
come with me... to his flat?

Please, just to put
my mind at rest.

N...

Please.

Patience.

Alright, you're the most
rational person I know.

Paul?

Billy, is it usually
this untidy?

No, Paul's very orderly,
very neat.

Oh, God, Patience!

- What?
- Patience is that him?

Is that him?

No, no, no. No, Billy,
that's not your brother.

Billy, he's alive!

He's alive, whoever he is.

We have to call an ambulance.

It's the tie I took
to the mortuary.

It... it suggests that Paul
was here,

um, so, wait, er...

...um, so, er, er, Paul was...
was... was alive

and now he's dead, and then
he... and then... and then...

and then he was alive again,

and now he's killed someone.

No, no, no, no, he's not dead.

- Who's not dead?
- The man in the kitchen.

Billy, Billy, just listen to me.

We have no way of knowing
who stabbed that man.

But what we do know
is that Paul's tie

was used to save his life.

Just er...

don't, um, tell the police

that I took the tie
to the mortuary.

- I...
- At least until we know

Paul's alive.
- Billy.

I...

I...

Patience, please.

Please.

Is that the victim's?

We think so.

Thank you.

Sacha Davidson,
Exec Assistant AFT.

What's AFT?

Let's find out.

It's a food processing company.

And your brother worked there,
you say, in research?

Yes, he collapsed there too,
at a party, so I've been told.

What kind of party?

Um, celebratory drinks.

They'd won a case at
the High Court.

I think I read something
about that.

Was it something
to do with additives?

Yes, some families claim that
colorants and sweeteners

that AFT added to certain
food groups for children

are linked to behavioral issues,
so...

And what were you
doing here, Billy,

you and Patience,
at Paul's flat?

Well...

Billy thinks that
his brother may still be alive.

But you...

you heard them in the mortuary,

they stitched his eyes
and lips shut.

Jake.

Why would anybody steal a body
from a mortuary?

To cover up the cause of death.

You said Thompson died of
a heart attack.

Well, that's what the paramedic
said, Sir.

- And you think it's suspicious?
- Well, we don't know.

The autopsy was supposed
to happen yesterday,

but the pathologist
broke his arm.

Which now seems
a bit coincidental.

The pathologist, Dr. Di Marco.

Uh, Charlie Di Marco?

- Yes, Sir, do you know him?
- Uh, yeah,

we go to the
Rotary Club together.

Mm. Well, we...

we checked out his
social media, Sir,

his daughter, Anita, she's Head
of Investor Relations at AFT,

the company where Paul Thompson
and Sacha Davidson worked.

Davidson, the guy
who got stabbed?

That's correct, Sir.

What are you implying?

That maybe someone at AFT
was relying on Di Marco

to carry out the autopsy.

What, to fake the findings,
you mean?

And when he wasn't available,
they had to stop the autopsy

from going ahead by other means.

And where does Davidson fit in?

He knew too much.
Had to be silenced.

Ugh, did I mention I've got
a headache?

Sorry, Sir.

How would you like us
to proceed?

Hmm.

Don't approach AFT until
I've talked to Charlie Di Marco.

Oh, Ma'am, um, that's everything
I could find on AFT.

A quick headline would be good.

Collective action, Ma'am,
brought by three families.

On behalf of many more?

That's right,
more than 600 of them.

They reckon AFT would have
had to pay

up to three hundred million
in damages had they lost.

But they didn't.

Case not proven.

The families claim that AFT
continued to use

certain additives in their
food products,

despite being aware of
a suspected link

to behavioral issues
in children.

But the judge was satisfied that
they'd taken reasonable steps

to make their food products safe

once they were made aware.

What kind of behavioral issues?

Er, hyperactivity,
attention problems, I think.

It's all in file, Ma'am.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

How was it?

- Awkward.
- Mm.

What did he say?

"For those bastards,
are you effing kidding me?"

Words to that effect.

But his daughter's on the board.

Not for much longer, maybe.

Di Marco said he's been
urging her to leave.

What's stopping her?

A stock exchange listing
next month.

Well, I'm sorry, Sir,
if I've compromised

a friendship for you.

Well, we won't be playing
foursomes

at the next golf day,
but, er, it was worth it.

Di Marco was so keen to prove
he's not in the AFT's pocket,

he sent me a video his daughter
had shared with him.

It was taken during the drinks
party AFT held

after the court
ruled in their favor.

Er, he says,

"This is the work event

at which Paul Thompson died."

This was a team effort,

and together we did it.
So congratulations,

let's have a drink,
enjoy yourselves.

Yeah. We had nibbles.
Some drinks.

So what?

There was enough bubbly
to fill a bath.

And your point is...?

As CEO, wasn't this
in bad taste,

given the difficulties
those families

and their children
have experienced?

The future of AFT
rested on that case.

My team had worked on it
for months.

I think a bit of relief,
happiness, even,

at the outcome is forgivable.

Hm.

Paul Thompson doesn't seem
very happy.

Perhaps he'd started
to feel unwell.

This was taken at 12:43 p.m.

Paul didn't collapse till
after 3:00.

A colleague of mine
is lying in an induced coma,

after being stabbed
multiple times,

isn't that what you should
be investigating?

Sacha Davidson
was at this party.

We believe the attack on him
may be linked to Paul's death.

What a snake pit.

A rabbit warren, you mean.

They're all shagging each other.
- Who is?

Well, Paul Thompson
for starters.

- With Sacha Davidson?
- Nope.

Anita Di Marco.

The pathologist's daughter?

The very same.

When Paul broke it off,

she was caught on CCTV

running her key down the side
of his Audi

in the staff car park.

She only kept her job because
he declined to press charges.

You've got more?

The CEO,

Mrs. 'And-Your-Point-is?'

- With who?
- The executive chef.

They have their own chef?

Crazy, innit?

Mason Jenner.

Will ran his name in the PNC,

he was caught with his hands
in the till

at some fancy restaurant.
Served two years.

Explains why he's making
sandwiches for the board at AFT.

- Good work, Jake.
- Mm.

I said Patience could wait
in your office, boss.

She seemed upset.

Patience, you alright?

I...um...

I'm sorry, I just...
I should've told you.

- Told me what?
- I...I didn't...

I didn't want to betray
our friendship,

but by avoiding doing so,
I would've betrayed

my friendship with Billy instead
and...

Patience, it's... it's alright.

Tell me what?

The tie that was used as a
tourniquet on Sacha Davidson...

Yellow with red trains, right?

Yeah.

It was the same tie that Billy
brought to the mortuary

for his brother to wear.

What, a similar tie?

Identical.

I think...

I think Billy's right.

I think Paul's alive,

and he stabbed Sacha Davidson.

His eyes and lips
were sewn shut.

And blood clot analysis

suggests that Davidson
was stabbed

several hours before
you found him,

while... Paul Thompson's body
was still in the mortuary.

Yeah, but that assumes that
the information given to us

by the embalmer, Frank Lawrie,
is correct.

And I don't believe him
to be a reliable witness.

What makes you say that?

I'm... I'm sensitive to smells,
DS Hunter.

And the aroma of cognac was far
more powerful on him

than in the embalming fluid.

We'll try again tomorrow.

Come on.

When hell is full,
the dead still walk the earth.

Aaaarrr!

Aaarr!

I've been... trying to work up
the courage to tell the truth.

Which is what?

Paul Thompson...

disappeared from
the mortuary at...

2:30 a.m.

Not 7:00.

I also wasn't...

truthful about the car.

I heard footsteps.

I think he walked.

With his eyes stitched shut?

My hands were shaking too much

to sew anything up.

Why lie about it?

I needed time to sober up.

What, and you believe him?
A hopeless drunk?

If he's unreliable then

we should also discount
his first statement.

It... it doesn't matter
which we choose to believe.

Either way, it doesn't prove
that Paul Thompson is alive,

or that he stabbed
Sacha Davidson.

But what about the knife
we found in the dishwasher, Sir?

The fingerprints matched those
found elsewhere in the property.

Because they're Paul Thompson's,
it's his flat, his knife.

DS Hunter managed to speak to
the fiancée, Sir,

Ophelia Lawrence,

to follow up on what
Patience told us.

And she said Paul Thompson
was convinced

that AFT would lose the case.

When they won,
he called her from the party,

said it was a victory
built on lies,

claimed he could prove it.

Uh, Paul worked in
research at AFT,

perhaps something
came across his desk

that would've damaged
the case in court and...

and he kept a copy of it.

Is that what Davidson was doing
in his flat,

looking for stolen research?

Maybe Paul mentioned his
misgivings to the wrong person

and they worry it's gonna cost
them 300 million in damages.

Yeah, not to mention
the millions

the execs
stand to lose personally

if the stock exchange listing
has to be pulled.

If Paul Thompson is dead,
then...

maybe he was killed
to stop him talking.

Can we prove this?

Any of it?

It's pretty circumstantial.

See,
that's Anita Di Marco.

And there, Sir,

we think that might be
Paul Thompson's glass,

she could be
putting something in it.

It's not circumstantial.

It's non-existent.

But Anita di Marco had been
jilted by Paul Thompson,

she was angry enough
to damage his car.

She'd been disciplined, Sir,

was maybe in danger
of dismissal,

with the threat of the losing
out on the float

and very lucrative
share options.

Perhaps it wouldn't take
too much to persuade her

they'd all be better off
with Paul out of the way.

Ha, no, no. No, no, no, no, no.

This is not happening.

I'm not going on
another fishing trip

with someone called Di Marco.

Bring me some real evidence.

I don't know, a USB stick.

A glass with traces of cyanide.

A body that, God forbid,
can undergo an actual autopsy.

Um, can you play
that video again, please?

Er...

The Chief's asking if we should
put out a statement

about Paul Thompson.

Missing person or missing body?

She hasn't made up her mind.

Can you ask her to hold off?

Buy us more time?

I'll try.

But it's her call.

Look, she's nervous that Paul
Thompson might be on the run

and desperate.

And if we haven't warned
the public

and he stabs somebody else,

well, that's got an IPCC
referral written all over it.

And if he's dead?

Well, frankly,
we need another lead.

An appeal for information.

Somebody must've seen something.

Ask me what
backward induction is,

Detective Inspector Metcalf.

Gonna start with hello?

No. I'd prefer you ask me
what backward induction is.

What's
backward induction?

So, it's a strategy used
to solve problems

when crucial parts
of the information are missing.

So, you start
with a possible answer,

and then you work backwards.

So, let's assume
that Paul Thompson

did walk out of that mortuary.

The paramedics arrived
on the scene,

and declared him dead
at 3:14 p.m.

He was taken to the mortuary.

He arrived at the mortuary
and then he disappeared.

So, what is the one thing that
we are certain of happening

between the times of
him arriving

and him leaving the mortuary?

Well, he was fed
embalming fluid.

Yes, exactly.

So, if Paul Thompson walked out
alive, what revived him?

Okay, well, I looked into
the embalming fluids

and the ingredients,
and the most intriguing

was activated charcoal.

Just ask me why.

Why?

Because there are numerous cases
of people surviving

tetrodotoxin poisoning

after being administered
activated charcoal.

Often hours after the toxin
entered their bloodstream.

Look... wait, you're gonna have
to repeat that.

Tetrodotoxin.

It's produced
in the liver of pufferfish,

it's known as, um,
fugu in Japan.

Um, it's perfectly safe to eat,
if prepared correctly.

But if not, it can be deadly.

It causes muscle paralysis

and blocks neurotransmissions,
and in some cases

mimics the effect of death
in its victims.

So, you're saying
Paul ate this fish,

and the effects made it seem
as if he'd died?

But the... the charcoal in the
embalming fluid revived him?

Exactly.

What makes you think
he had fugu?

Well, they were serving
bento boxes at the party,

and Paul loves sashimi.

Can we prove any of this?

How did they know he would
eat it?

Paul worked at AFT for 15 years.

They knew just what to order.

Traces of tetrodotoxin

w ere detected in one
of the empty food containers

found in the bins outside AFT,
Mason.

Any idea how they got there?

No comment.

You know what fugu is,
I take it?

Perhaps your CV can answer that.

Two years training in Kyoto
to be a sashimi chef,

followed by four more

at a variety of
restaurants in Tokyo.

And then four more back here
at one of London's top venues

for Asian fusion cuisine,

specializing in fish
and seafood.

We spoke to the restaurant
where you placed the order

for the bento boxes, Mason,

Sushi Okinomi.

They say that fugu's banned
for public sale in the UK,

they would never serve it.

Is there a question coming,
Inspector?

I'll ask you again, Mason.

Do you have any idea
how traces of fugu

got in to the bento boxes
you served at the party?

Perhaps the chefs
at Sushi Okinomi

ordered kawahagi
but were sent fugu by mistake.

They have a similar texture.

Or perhaps you acquired it from
the only specialist dining club

in the UK that has a license
to sell it.

They insist their clientele
is expat Japanese,

but I reckon they might have
one or two local customers.

It shouldn't be too long
before their lawyers

process our request for access
to their distribution list.

Again, Detective...

a question.

Are you in a sexual relationship
with AFT's CEO, Bethan Porter?

No comment.

Were you aware that
Paul Thompson

was in possession of research

that could've jeopardized AFT's
successful defense

of a £300 million court case?
- No comment.

Did Bethan Porter offer you
money as an inducement

to murder Paul Thompson
by feeding him poisoned fish

to prevent him revealing
what he knew?

- No comment.
- Did you murder...

Hold it there!

City of York Police
have issued an advisory,

warning the public not to
approach Paul Thompson

who is wanted on suspicion
of attempted murder.

You've accused my client of
murdering someone

you know to be alive.

We're leaving.

Billy?

I um...

I went for a bike ride
to clear my head,

and it was like this
when I came back.

Must've been...

keeping the flat
under surveillance

and broke in
when they saw a chance.

Is every room the same?

Yep.

Yeah, they went through
everything.

I mean, even the back issues
of my bike magazines

have been ripped to shreds.

Well, so, did they find it?

Did... did they find what?

Did they find whatever it is

your brother entrusted to you,
Billy?

Paul hasn't given me anything.

Patience, I swear.

On my life.

Paul is alive, isn't he?

And you know where he is.

Listen, Billy... he is in danger.

If he knows something that might
reverse the court case,

then they're not just gonna
let him be,

there is... there's too much
riding on it.

We...

we need to try and persuade him

to hand himself in to the police

and tell them that
the stabbing was an accident.

Will you...

will you come and show me
where he's hiding?

Help me talk to him.

I should stay and tidy.

Then tell me where he is.

Paul?

Paul, are you in here?

Uh, I, I...I'm Patience Evans.

Uh, I...I'm a friend of Billy's.

He told me to mention the girl
with the two umbrellas.

Paul?

Paul, are you in there?

It's okay. It's okay.

Um, nobody else knows
that you're here.

Um, I, I...I've come to try
and...

persuade you
to hand yourself in.

To go to jail, you mean?

No.

No, no, no, I, I'm sure
it won't come to that,

and... and Billy agrees with me.

Uh-huh.

Why would I put my faith in him?

He didn't even bring me socks.

Look, look Paul,
you're in danger.

Too right you are.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Where is it?

Where's what?

Ugh!

Where is the memory stick?

I swear, I...I haven't got it.
- Then who has?

I don't... I don't know.

Turn out your pockets.

I'm gonna count down from five.

And then I'm gonna put a bullet
in your knee.

Please, I don't have it.

Actually, scratch that.

I'm gonna put a bullet
in her knee instead.

What?

Five... four.

How can I give you
what I don't have?

- Three.
- No!

- Two.
- Stop, please, just...

One.

Aaargh!

Aargh!

I've just had DS Hunter
on the phone,

says Davison's finally cracked.

Has he implicated the CEO woman?

Yeah, and exonerated Thompson,

he admits he was in the flat,
looking for the research

under Bethan Porter's
explicit instructions,

says Paul stumbled
across him in the dark,

stabbed him in a panic.

Is Davidson in
on the poison plot?

I don't think so, Sir,

but we're close
to nailing Jenner.

The private dining club finally
coughed up its client list.

They admit they sent a
consignment of fugu

to a PO box in York last week.

You think he'll give us
Bethan Porter?

To claim he was coerced, yeah.

Good work.

Oh, and, uh, Detective,
happy birthday.

Are you... going to the drinks?

I wish I'd known.

Why?

I would've tried to change
my shift.

Okay.

Uh, maybe we could
grab a coffee sometime.

I...I don't drink coffee, the
roasting process produces...

I'm asking you on a date,
Miss Evans.

You do go on dates, don't you?

I...um...

I don't know, I'll...

I'll have to think about it.

Just...

Patience!

- You came.
- Elliot Scott

just asked me on a date.

And...?

Well, I told him
I needed to think about it.

You look like you could use
a drink.

Yeah, can I have a still water, please?

Will, can you grab a still
water for Patience?

Shift up, Jake.
- Okay.

Do you wanna...

do you wanna take those off?

No.

Oh, I...happy birthday.

Thank you.

Gorgeous wrapping.

What?

I mean, that, for you.

It's lovely.

You alright?

Oh, sorry, um...

um, oh...
I'm just... I've got to go.

Patience?

Patience?

Get... don't touch me!

Sorry. Sorry,
just don't leave like this.

- No, I...it was a bad idea.
- I realize that.

- Yeah, I've ruined your party.
- No, no, no.

You've made my night
by showing up.

And... and giving me this.

I get it, it protects you.

It eases your worries
about getting hurt.

You know, you make things
go easier for me as well.

I'm gonna be late for my bus.