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Ryan...

Ryan...

I was thinking about my next challenge.

Not another fight?

I'll be honest, Jack,
I worry about head injuries.

The older you get, the chances are...

- Not fighting.
- What? Flower arranging?

No. The university
is looking for a professor.

You still surprise me.

Thought it might be fun to teach.

You know, keep me fresh.

I've got the practical.
Not sure I've got the academic.

I don't know.
I was thinking I should try.

Absolutely. Always good
to have a new challenge.

Think so?

What was your last challenge?

You.

OK. OK, but go back to bed. Yeah?

Yes. You can wear the pink pyjamas.

Oh, can't Daddy help with that?

OK. You do that.

I love you, too.

Sorry. Costume drama.
My eight-year-old daughter.

Hi. DI Ashley Moss.

Dr Nikki Alexander. Hi.

Jack Hodgson. Hello.

IC1 male, elderly,

found by a couple of teenagers
off their head.

Sobered them up pretty quick.

Jesus.

Torture?

- Any ID?
- No. No. No phone, no wallet.

No shoes.

Eye socket into the cranium.

No bleeding.

Dislocated right forefinger.

Socks are clean.

So he was wearing shoes

- when he came in here.
- Maybe.

Or someone carried him in.
Nicked his shoes.

Posh clothes.

Staining on the trousers.

Possibly urine.

How long do you think he's been here?

Well, there are eggs
and first in star-stage fly larvae,

which would suggest oviposition
of at least two or three days.

Serial ambient temperatures
and weather reports

will help the entomologist
narrow this down.

To live to such an age
and die here, like this... that's...

Why here?

Um...

How much force would it take to...

...push that in there like that?

Well, the orbital bones are thin,

almost paper-like in areas.

Some force would still be involved.

Multiple sets of shoe prints over here.

One of ours?

No.

Lost him.

There! There!

They're coming. All of them!
They're coming for us!

Get your stuff. We have to go.

We have to! Erin, please!

- Please. Come on, let's go!
- Have you taken

- your medicine, Ryan?
- What? You don't understand!

You need your pills.

The doc says you've got to
take your pills.

Just grab your stuff and let's go, yeah?

I don't want us

- caught up in this!
- Come here.

- I'll give you some of my medicine.
- Get your stuff and let's go!

- All right?
- Breathe.

Close your eyes and breathe.

You! Don't move.

Don't hurt him.

I've sent you some images of the victim.

Pretty hard viewing.

We're trying to establish an ID.

Can you cross-check with Mispers?

On it. I'll also check socials.

- Thanks, Kit.
- Thanks.

Just answer their questions, Ryan.

I didn't do anything, I swear.

He's a good person, yeah?

You've run away from a crime scene.

I just saw the lights.

I wanted to know what was going on.

How long have you been staying here?

A few months. But we're not
doing any harm, I swear.

I need to photograph
the soles of your shoes.

- Whatever turns you on, mate.
- Oi.

Thanks.

Can't you take these off, please?

Jack.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going to arrest him.

What for?

Vagrancy.

Yes. A cutting-edge law in 1824.

He's going to do a runner.

Look, Dr Alexander
is saying the body's been there

- for at least three days.
- Yeah, and?

If they'd had anything to do with it,
I'm guessing

they would've done a runner before now.

Right. So how do I find him
if I need him again?

Of no fixed abode.

This is our fixed abode.

Want their cooperation?

Are you going to get it
by arresting them?

This is where they live.

Is anyone else living here?

Yeah, the couple next door.
They'll be back soon.

If that pizza's for me, you've pulled.

It's my lucky night.

- How are we?
- All good.

- Sure?
- Stop stressing.

- How was work?
- You know, so-so.

79 pizzas delivered.

Mostly lonely, very attractive women.

I told them I was taken.

- It's pepperoni.
- You got pepperoni?

You know, I think I like Esme for a girl.

Isn't that short for Esmerelda?

Yeah.

- It's a bit witchy.
- Well, you choose some, then.

What's going on?

Adele.

Ashley.

- You all right?
- Oh, yeah.

I couldn't be better. Thanks for asking.

Do you live here?

What's it matter to you where we live?

- "We"?
- Me and Danny.

- You're Danny?
- Yeah.

- New boyfriend?
- Not so new.

Fiance.

- Congratulations.
- It's like you almost mean it.

So, why are you here? What's going on?

A man's been found dead nearby.

And you think we had
something to do with it?

No, Adele. We're investigating,
not accusing.

Did you see or hear anything?

No. Don't know anything about it.

No, sorry. Can't help.

Well, if you think of anything,

anything at all, give me a call.

Good to see you, Adele.

Look after her.

Got history?

Yeah.

More than a little.

Yeah. We used to be friends
when we were kids.

Like, best friends.
Lived in each other's pockets.

What happened?

We grew up.

Well, I'm flattered,

but I'm not sure I'm the right person.

Are you looking for a visiting
professor or a full professor?

I see.

Forensic science or forensic pathology?

Right.

Well...

...let me give it some thought.

Detective Inspector Ashley Moss,

meet our colleague, Harriet Maven.

- "Boss."
- Sorry?

I'm their boss.

I like them to consider me
their colleague -

it's management style -
but, actually, I'm their boss.

Nice to meet you.

I saw your Ted talk.

"The rise of the female investigator -"

"intuition or intellect?"

- You smashed it.
- Of course I did.

- You say all the right things.
- Training.

- She's a piece of work.
- She can still hear us.

Shall we, Dr Alexander?

Of course, Professor Maven.

No. No, no, no, no, no. Please...

...just call me a piece of work.

The body is that of an adult male,

approximately 70 to 80 years old.

The orbit of the right eye

has been perforated with a screwdriver.

CT scan shows the implement entered

the cranial vault through
the upper right eye socket,

entering the anterior cranial fossa

and causing injury to the inferior part

of the left frontal lobe.

I'll remove the screwdriver now.

Hiya! Oh, it's so lovely to see you.

Thank you for coming.

Oh, I wouldn't miss it.
It looks wonderful.

When does the birthday boy arrive?

Um, he should be on his way.

Why use a screwdriver?

Weapon of convenience?

As well as relatively clean.

- It's a Phillips.
- Right. Often the best...

...designs are the most simple.

Mr Phillips nailed it.

Well, fun fact - the Phillips screwdriver

was actually invented by
John P Thompson, Portland, Oregon,

- back in the '30s.
- Hmm.

Yeah, but he sold the design

to your man, Henry Frank Phillips,

who then named it after himself.

John P Thompson must have been gutted.

Probably for the best.

Be awkward if you went around asking

if you could use people's John Thompson.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Yeah. Saves me getting a letter from HR.

Now... do you see these

mesh-like indentations?

Should make harvesting DNA easier.

Yes.

Danny.

Danny, please come down.

Please, Danny. For me. Please.

Danny...

Hey.

Hey.

I used to climb this tree
when I were a boy.

My mum would be panicking,

screaming at me to be careful.

Oh, God, she was scared to bits.

You used to live round here?

No, no, no, I... I was just visiting her.

This park...

were near t'grounds
of t'hospital back then.

The sister used to let us
come down here, get some air.

My mum was a fan of air.

"Son, I do fancy some air."

It's about as far as she could escape.

Almost all gone now.

New buildings going up everywhere.

Lots of change.

I guess these are the only roots I have.

Scar from rotator cuff surgery
in the right shoulder.

Historical. Well healed.

CT scan showed four dental implants

but no crowns,

so probably done quite recently.

- Not cheap.
- Mm.

Metal and sticky residue.

Bruising on both wrists.

- Signs of restraint.
- Mm.

Dislocated right forefinger.

So do you think we're looking at torture?

Is there a better explanation?

This model was mass-produced
between 1984 and 2012.

Millions sold.

It could have been in
someone's tool box for years.

No prints.

See if we get DNA,
see if it's on the database.

Cost-benefit ratio of chasing this?

Extremely low.

Go to the top of the class.

Mm. What do you make of that?

Comprises a base oil,

thickening agent and an anti-corrosive.

- Bike oil?
- Good.

That'd be my guess too.

Think I'd make a good teacher?

What are you talking about?
You are a good teacher.

I'll bring you in an apple tomorrow.

Cheers, Tommo.

- See you next week.
- See ya.

Ready?

What?

We've got to get out of there.

We've got to find somewhere to live.

What if she calls the social on us?

- Don't worry about the copper.
- She's done it before, Danny.

I trusted her, and she betrayed me.

We were friends and she betrayed me.

What's she going to tell 'em?
She don't know nowt.

I weren't going to tell you
before it was definite...

...but I'm going to see a flat today.

We have enough?

You make me feel safe!

- I know.
- Yes!

Here you go.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

All right.

Did I help, Vinny?

Hey, you help everybody.

That's who you are.

Oh...

Danny...

How much are the little boots?

£3.

I've got to get to work in Harborne.

Take it easy, though, yeah?

But one day we'll have our own
posh house and fancy nursery.

No, we really will, I swear.

There's no haemorrhaging

at the screwdriver's point of entry

in the left inferior frontal gyrus.

The wound occurred postmortem?

Yeah.

We'll need to examine
the fixed brain later.

Formalin fixation takes time.

No, you've lost me.

Fixation of the brain allows

for a more detailed examination.

Fixation?

It's pickling. We just pickle the brain.

Subtle pathologies,

such as a stroke, MS, tumours,

can be assessed with more accuracy

than when the brain is in a fresh state.

Could you spare some change, please?

I don't have any. Sorry.

Hey, don't.

We've got to get your meds.

Couldn't find 'em. Couldn't find the doc.

I've got some dust.

Go on, it'll be good for you.

No, I'm not doing that. Doc said no.

Come on. Breathe.

We're going to go and sort this, OK?

Harriet?

So, yeah, it's newly renovated.
It's nice and compact,

which is good.

- Kitchen.
- Yeah.

Yeah. Nice.

Yeah. That could be an office.

No. It's going to be a nursery.

- Oh, lovely.
- Yeah.

Lovely. Well, yes, so if you do want it,

you are going to have
to be fast, I'm afraid.

OK.

Well, we'll take it.

OK, great. Great. Congratulations.

Um...

...yeah, I'll just need a deposit

and a month's rent up front.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I've got it.

Good.

Delivery rider. Nice.

Um... are you on zero hours?

You're an employment lawyer?

No. I'm good.

Yeah. Sweet. No. Great. Um...

Well, I'll just need that
employment contract ASAP.

- Hmm, OK. Yeah.
- Yeah?

A lot of hair on these
trousers around the thighs.

- Cat?
- Yep. Your favourite.

Do you know all cats
have psychopathic tendencies?

Not my Mittens.

Mittens doesn't have
a psychopathic bone in her body.

- She bit me.
- That was affection.

I rest my case.

That's not a cat hair.

I've got a root.

- Got the prescription there?
- No.

You need to bring it.

He's bipolar.
He really needs the lithium.

He needs it now.

Ask your GP to email
the prescription over.

They closed down.

You'll need to find a new one,
then. What's your address?

- He needs his meds.
- Look, I'm really sorry,

but I can't give you any medication

- without a prescription.
- Please. He gets really bad.

The doctor calls it suicidal ideation.

If you give me your address,

I can find you the nearest GP...

Excuse me. You can't do that. Excuse me!

I'm going to phone the police!

Ryan! Ryan, leave it.

Please don't. I'm sorry.

Look, he needs to see a doctor!

- He's not here.
- Yeah, I told you.

What are we going to do, Ry?
You need your meds.

Round the back.

Hi, Dad. It's me. Where are you?

The guests are arriving.

Do you want me to come and pick you up?

Can you let me know, OK? Love you.

He's not picking up
and his mobile's switched off.

Classic Dad, eh?

Hurry up, Ryan.

Come on, Ryan! Hurry up.

Quite an impaling.

I had a medieval axe once.

Ended up in a museum.

And a kebab skewer.

Piece of chicken still on it.

Lovely.

We've had DNA results back on the victim.

Unfortunately,
no direct or familial matches.

Toxicology showed...

...temazepam, statins
and aspirin in his blood.

Nothing unusual for a man of his age.

We think we've found
the mechanism of death.

Thrombus of the left main stem.

The victim suffered
acute myocardial infarction -

a heart attack.

- So not the screwdriver?
- No.

The cause of death was a heart attack.

The dislocated right index finger

and bruising on both wrists
are consistent with

the body being restrained.

Why would someone want
to torture an elderly man?

To extract information?

And fear raises cortisol
and adrenaline in the blood,

causing the urge to urinate.

Confirmed by the presence of urea and
creatinine on the victim's trousers.

The finger... um, did he have
a phone with digit recognition?

Were they trying
to access his bank account?

Can we place anyone else at the scene?

There's evidence of
three different footwear marks

at the scene that are unaccounted for,

two of which...

...entered and exited...

...but one, consistent
with the victim's foot size,

entered and never left.

I'm confident his shoes
were taken after he died.

So the killer took the victim's shoes?

Some sort of trophy?

Hi.

I've run the autosomal STR
on a rogue hair

we found on the victim's clothing.

We've got a DNA match.

Niamh Cox. Age 28.

Previous for theft,

drug dealing, possession
of an offensive weapon

and GBH.

Niamh Cox. I need an address.

Ho-ho-ho. Looks like Niamh Cox
trades in second-hand goods.

- Did you say stolen goods?
- Not out loud.

Nothing so far.

"Lovely refurbished chest of drawers."

Collection only. From Handsworth.

- Collection only?
- Mm-hm.

Buy.

Liam! Liam!

All right, Gino?

Looking well.

What are you after?

Just a little favour.

I need a permanent contract.

Permanent?

Come on. How hard do I work?

Last person I had on permanent

went on stress leave for a year.

Yeah, I'm stressed all the time.

I've never missed a shift.

I'll think about it.

Look, I need it for a flat.

I really need it.

Please.

All right. I'm sure it'll be fine.

You're a legend.

Yeah, come in.

Niamh Cox?

Yeah. What do yous want?

We'd like to speak to you.

Well, I don't want to talk to you.

Get off!

I am arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

Murder?! What are you talking
about? I didn't do nothing!

You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned

something which
you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

What the fuck?

Waddle, waddle, waddle!

Shut up.

OK.

We did it.

Be careful!

- Oh, my...
- Yeah. Yeah.

Thank you.

I'd ask for my money back if I was you.

I was going to expense it.

Brown leather brogues.

- Size 11.
- Hmm.

Yes.

Dad!

Dad?

Shit.

Dad!

Emergency. Which service?

Police, please.

What were you doing at the
Angel Park Court development?

Niamh... We know you were there.

Don't know what you're chattin' about.

Sweaty shoes.

That's what I'm chatting about.

Shoes... and a wallet

with DNA belonging
to the victim of a murder

were found in your lockup.

A strand of your hair was found
on the victim's clothing.

So I suggest you get chatty to me.

Look, I didn't hurt nobody.

Right. So, what were you doing there?

I were looking for scrap.

You know, metals, tools.

But then I found your man.

Look, I went to see if he were all right.

He weren't all right.

Man's dead, with a screwdriver
stuck in his nut.

You sure you don't want a solicitor?

Hello there, little fella.

He says it's his new challenge.

Don't you have new challenges?

Of course.

Does he know how dreary
it can be being a professor?

Trying to motivate people

at 9.30 on a cold Tuesday
morning in February? Ha!

Generation ABC with their trigger words

and their anxieties,

their ever-increasing

self-diagnosed mental health issues,

social phobias, sensitivities,
entitlement!

I thought you loved being a professor.

I do.

Look who I found

under the insole of one of the shoes.

- Fly maggot?
- Very useful little fly maggot.

Why? Why is it useful?

If we find the victim's DNA in it,

he must have been dead
for two or three days

when Niamh Cox found him.

Not very useful
for the Detective Inspector.

No, but useful for the truth.

Room service.

Thanks.

Hey. Cheers.

Hey, come on. Try.

Um, I've got some gear for you.

There's a bloke downstairs with K.

- Yeah, I'm not doing that.
- I'd be more fun

and you'd be more fun.

All right. Yeah...

- Come on.
- All right.

You know...

Let's just get out of here.

Where are we going to go?
New York? Paris?

Brighton?

I've never been to the seaside.

We just have to sell this.

We'd need, like, 100, maybe two.

200? Yeah, we can get that.

I-I'll get that.

Yeah? I-I'll get it.

You believe me? Yeah? I-I'll get it. 200.

When it gets warmer,
we can sleep on the beach.

I'll get it. 200.

It's nothing.

You don't think he's going to
call the police, do you,

when he sees we broke in?

No. He's, um...

He's not calling anyone.

- The dead man they found...
- Seriously?

A man's been killed

and we've just broken into his house!

You didn't tell me!

Your fingerprints,

your DNA, whatever... Your
stupidity's going to be all over

- that place!
- I'm not stupid.

They're going to find you.
They're going to take you away!

Why didn't you tell me this morning?

Why did you run from the police?

You're acting like you killed him!

Ryan!

I'd like something traditional for a boy.

It's got to go well with Liam.

Noel?

Already nailing the dad jokes!

What about Rose for a girl?

After your mum.

You seen Ryan?

Ryan didn't come home.

- That's why it's so peaceful.
- Not since yesterday.

Catch you later.

Listen...

Close your eyes. Close your eyes.

Right. Imagine...

...where we're going to be
waking up this time next week.

- Hmm?
- Mm.

- No credit cards, no cash.
- Funny, that.

No ID.

Scott Joplin. Do you know him?

Is that the dead guy?

- Deceased.
- Sorry.

Well, he is dead. Not a victim.

Why are you talking about him?

He's very difficult.

You're making me nervous, Harriet.

Are you talking to dead people?

He's a composer. A very famous composer.

Yeah, he's dead famous.

Oh, you are hysterical.

I've always been attracted
to difficult men.

- Oh, snap.
- Same.

Hang on...

- Mind you, he's a genius.
- Feeling better.

- I should bin him.
- Steady on.

After all, there are many
composers with mental illness.

Beethoven. Schumann.
Tchaikovsky... Joplin.

And there is a trade-off
which we dare not mention.

Their suffering is our joy.

And treating them
deprives us of their genius.

How much human genius has been lost

to the world because of our need to cure?

Hmm? Hmm...

Any progress on identification?

Er, contents of the wallet
didn't yield much.

Window cleaners.
Local taxi company. Wells.

- Wells?
- It just says Wells.

- Surname?
- Mmm,

membership number.
Could be some sort of club.

Gardening? Golf?

The victim had a rotator cuff injury...

also known as thrower's shoulder.

Cricket club? Tennis? Bowls?

Bowls? Very septuagenarian.

Shall we avoid
intergenerational conflict?

Bowls... club... near... me.

Yes, Nikki. Wells Bowls Club, Edgbaston.

What's the number?

02278.

OK. Hold on.

Oh... It's Arthur.

- Arthur?
- Yeah.

We had a party for him yesterday

and he didn't turn up.

Have you found him?

Do you have Arthur's contact details?

Yeah. Of course.

Has something happened?

- Are you fucking crazy?
- Ryan! Leave it!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Get off!

Wasteman! Walk on.

- I know what you're up to.
- What the fuck do you know?

- I know about you.
- You're off your head.

I need 200 quid. Give me 200
and I'll keep my mouth shut.

Jog on, mate!

You OK? Go on inside. We'll sort you out.

Your man needs to get his head together.

Needs to get help.

Don't let me see him back here
till he does!

- OK?
- Mm-hm.

Sir.

Come and see this.

Victim's daughter reported a break-in.

Blood here.

See that?

- All right?
- Mm-hm.

Bit of bowls?

Kit!

What do you want?

Kit, cat. Cat, Kit.

Hello.

You beauty. Hello, you.

If you feed it, will it stop
making that noise?

Oh, don't listen to him.

You can make as much noise as you like.

You must be starving.

Oh!

Is there food in here?

Yeah?

- Jack...
- Huh?

Personal use?

Strange place to sit.

How many chairs have you got
in your hallway?

One.

"Henry Dankford."

"Henry Dankford."

Who was he?

Jack. Check this out.

Medical files. Like, recent ones.

Patient record... This one's dated 2025.

It was his 80th birthday yesterday.

I'm so sorry.

You don't have to do this.

We can identify him through DNA
and dental records.

No, I want to do this.

Let's do it.

I should warn you that
there was a level of brutality

involved in his death.

You really don't have to do this...

if you're not ready.

Who'd hurt him?

Who'd do that to him?

The police are investigating.

He was...

He was a good man. He was a kind man.

Do you know anyone who might have
wanted to harm your father?

No.

Where did it happen?

He was found at a building site
called Angel Park Court.

And what... what was he doing there?

We don't know.

Did your father ever go off wandering?

Did he have any signs
of Alzheimer's, dementia?

No. He was as sharp as a tack.

I'm sorry, I...

I... I, erm...

Do you want any gear?

Yeah?

Cheers.

Ryan.

What are you doing?

Moving fund.

- Moving?
- Yeah.

Away from all this.

Brighton.

You know, you're moving. Why can't we?

I need to see your man.

- Who?
- Arthur. The doctor.

Can't find him.

He's dead.

That's why we need to move.

If I get 115 more, then we can go.

115. That's all I need.

You could give it us, yeah?
I just need to borrow 115 quid.

Fuck off.

I know...

...Danny.

I know things.

Now, lend me the money,

I'll keep a secret.

Oh, what? What, you don't trust me
to pay you back? Is that it?

Well, just give it us, then. Yeah? 115.

115...

...or I tell the police and
the social about Adele.

That's the price of your baby,
Danny. 115 quid.

- You're off your head.
- That's the price.

- Look, keep it shut!
- Or what?!

You keep it shut!

Never ceases to amaze me.

100 billion neurones,

each capable of making between
1,000 and 10,000 connections.

Forever changing. Forever adapting.

Seeking challenges. Solving problems.

It's a miracle.

Why would anyone want to alter that?

Damage that?

Why anyone would take drugs
in order to...

...distort something so...

...divine...

- ...completely baffles me.
- Hmm.

No signs of MS.

No plaques?

The screwdriver only penetrated
the inferior frontal lobe.

So, if it had happened when he was alive,

it would have affected
his nonverbal abilities -

impulse control, spatial processing...

Numeracy, planning, organizing,
problem-solving.

But it missed major vessels
and vital brain pathways.

So, the heart attack was the
cause of death, but,

had there been no heart attack...

- He would have survived this.
- Mm.

What are these?

These are very old medical files

that we found in Arthur's study,

belonging to Henry Dankford,
from the 1970s.

Why would he have them in his house?

Hmm.

These look familiar.

What do you think?

Hmm!

- Identical.
- Yeah.

We've got a DNA match for the
break-in at Arthur Lane's house.

Ryan Cooper.

I had him cuffed.

- Well, at least we know where he lives.
- Do we?

He's got previous. Robbery, assault,
possession of class A drugs.

"Additional information..."

"History of drug addiction.
Diagnosed bipolar."

Puts the lie to rough sleeping
as a lifestyle choice.

Mental illness, drug abuse,
sleeping rough...

...make good fellow travellers,
don't they?

You're telling me he's your partner,
but you don't know where he is?

He isn't my partner.
We grew up together. That's it.

I don't know where he is.

Do you know when he'll be back?

No clue. Maybe never.

He's pissed off with me.

Yeah, I know. Hard to believe, right?

Here you are, signora!

- Special delivery.
- Oh! Got a proper starve on.

Oh!

Oh...

Mm!

- What?
- No...

I saw Liam yesterday.

Oh, he's got so grown-up, so beautiful.

You can't go hanging around
his school, though, can you?

Did you get the keys?

- Tomorrow.
- Mm-hm.

- Did Liam see you?
- Uh-uh.

What if child services find out?

It's not worth the risk.

- What's that?
- Nowt.

If Ryan wasn't able to access
his bipolar medication,

then he could have experienced
dissociative episodes,

which can cause hallucinations,

paranoia, and psychotic symptoms.

Arthur Lane's house is set up
like a doctor's surgery.

But he wasn't a practicing doctor.

What was Arthur doing with
all that medication?

Did Ryan break in to steal drugs?
Feed a habit?

Zoom in.

There. Lithium.

Often prescribed for bipolar disorder.

Ryan wasn't stealing to feed a habit.

He was trying to solve a problem.

Because he can't get lithium from
a chemist because he has no GP.

Because he has no fixed abode.

He can get class A drugs, but not
the drugs he medically needs.

It's twisted.

How did he know they were there?

Do you need any gear?

Nah, man. Nah.

Delish.

- Inspired choice, Harriet.
- Mm.

There used to be a hospital on
the grounds where they're

building the new luxury flats.

- Angel Court?
- Yeah.

It opened as Creekwood
Mental Asylum in 1850.

The name was later changed
to Creekwood Mental Hospital

and then, just Creekwood Hospital,

but it retained a psychiatric focus.

It closed in the year 2000.

Arthur had a photograph of
the building in his study.

Arthur was taken here.

Restrained.

Tortured.

Do we think there was purpose to it?

Method in his madness.

Why did they send people
there in the past?

Vast. Out of the way.

Yeah, they were tucked away.

A community's secret.

Places where what doctors
knew was overshadowed

by what they didn't know.

Experimental.

Patients kept in isolation.

Procedures without an aesthetic.

What kind of procedures?

Perforation of the frontal lobe?

Oi, do you want any gear?

Nah, man.

A lobotomy.

There were markings on the screwdriver.

Could be the pattern on the
striking face of a drywall hammer.

Dr Henry Dankford.

He used to work at Creekwood Hospital.

He was a young surgeon.

He quit as a surgeon in 1980.

Later changed his name
by deed poll to Arthur Lane.

- He did medical research.
- What field?

Mental illness and
neurological chemistry.

I don't think we're dealing with torture.

Dankford published this paper in 1972.

"Unexpected outcomes
of frontal lobe separation."

That is the mechanism for lobotomy.

Chin up, young man.

We're going to fix you.

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