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Body's that of an adult. Probably male.

Facial features, completely obliterated.

My boyfriend went missing seven years ago.

His name is Marcus Saul.

There was a break-in at the toxicology lab last night.

Anything missing?

Recreational drugs apparently.

I was given it by Marcus.

The police need to deal with this.

Go, go, go, go, go!

We found Karl's prints all over the gun.

Marcus was my best mate, so why would I want to kill him?

I'm working on the investigation about that body that was found.

I've heard people saying it's a murder.

I think he was looking for his parents

around the time he went missing.

Oi!

You ought to watch where you put that thing.

Harry, by the way.

Matt!

Dennis' daughter.

Hi.

Get off.

It could be a student.

We've had drugs on the campus before, so it's possible.

We'd get along a lot faster and a lot better

if you'd stand back out of the way.

Nathalie Morgan, 23 years of age.

Third year student.

I want a full-length frontal shot

and a close-up of the face.

I expect you'll be taking some swabs.

Well, not only will I be taking swabs,

I'll also be taking samples of her head hair, her pubic,

and her body fluids.

At the appropriate time and in accordance with established practice.

Let's do the facial swabs.

You take the head hair.

We'll take the clothes.

Someone keeping a list for me?

I am.

And I made a list of everyone else who's here,

just in case you forget.

Perish the thought.

OK, let's turn the body over.

After we photograph the back, we'll remove the clothing

and do the remaining swabs.

Her dad's on his way in.

I want to see my daughter.

I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan.

That's not possible.

Am I not making myself clear?

I want to see my daughter.

What are you doing to her?

OK, OK.

If you just want to take a seat for a few minutes,

and I'll get somebody to speak to you, OK?

The dean's on his way, Professor.

He's running a little late.

Thanks, Rosemary.

And Mr. Morgan's arrived.

Right.

I've managed to keep him out of the mortuary.

It isn't easy.

Have you informed the police?

Yeah.

They're dealing with him.

How's Leo doing?

Starting on the autopsy.

Rectal temperature, 27 degrees Celsius.

She's cooled quite a lot.

That's right.

Where was she last seen alive?

Haven't spoken to many witnesses.

Still waiting for them to sober up.

All right.

Let's get on with this.

I want to see my daughter.

Will somebody please tell me what is going on?

Professor Ryan.

Mr. Morgan, I only just heard.

They won't let me see my daughter.

What are they trying to hide?

They'll be taking care of her.

Please, I have to see her.

What's happened to my baby?

Come over here.

There's an old brown bruise on the outside of the right thigh.

Usual photo.

Surface of the skin.

I suspect this is where her head came

into contact with the ground.

There are no visible signs of external injury.

Hi.

Hi.

Your apprentice didn't stay long.

No.

Any reason why not?

It's rather crowded in here, don't you think?

Let's keep things under control.

I'll step up security around the campus.

It's a bit late for that, no?

Better late than never, Sam.

Is everything all right, Harry?

That body Leo's working on.

Yeah, Nathalie Morgan.

She was found dead in the early hours.

Yeah.

She was one of the students.

Did you know her?

Yeah.

Yeah, sort of vaguely.

In which case, I want you to stay out

of the mortuary for now.

I don't want to give anyone the opportunity

to criticize us, say we're not being objective.

Yeah, all right.

Were you in the bar last night?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was.

You know if there's anything I can do.

Yes, well, get a decent pathologist on the job.

That novice is mutilating my daughter.

Dr. Dalton is highly qualified and very experienced.

I can assure you, he will do all he

can to find out what happened.

I don't like him.

He's too flippant.

I want someone I can trust.

I don't care what it costs.

Dennis, I understand what you're...

How can you understand?

You don't know what I'm going through.

Nathalie was everything to me.

She had everything to live for.

Brilliant future.

If you ran this university properly

and had decent security, none of this would have happened.

We will do everything we can to find out

what happened to Nathalie.

Not good enough, Patrick.

I don't trust you.

I don't trust anyone here.

You just cover your backsides.

I know your style.

Isn't that how you became dean?

Lunch?

Well, get your kit off, then.

Follow me.

Now there's an offer.

How'd you get on?

Looks to me like an accident.

Body smelled strongly of booze.

I suspect she tripped and banged her head.

The oesophagus was full of vomit.

And she'd inhaled some.

Well, let's hope it only was alcohol.

Her father might just wear that.

Add drugs, and I think you'll have a fit.

Well, from what I hear, he'll have a barman charged.

Well, there is a precedent in case law.

Just my luck to walk into a case like this.

Where's Harry?

Scuttled out of the cutting room like a frightened rabbit.

He was in the students' bar last night

with Nathalie Morgan.

This gets better and better.

See you in a minute.

You know what I want?

Details of every student on campus,

especially those with convictions for

or connections with drugs.

The questionnaire, so we can start interviewing

these drunken freeloaders.

Consider it done, boss.

Hello, Selena.

Long time no see.

He's not here, Tosh.

Actually, I prefer Mr. Ridely.

Hello, son.

Look, I've already told you, Karl's not here.

Yeah, I know.

So what do you want?

I heard all about that body being found.

I heard all about your Karl going inside.

Something to do with a handgun turning up.

That's got nothing to do with you, or has it?

Bit confident, aren't we?

Here you are, son.

Want to take these up to your bedroom?

Don't take them, Mark.

He doesn't eat sweets.

Oi, you leave him alone.

I hate lippy women.

And I hate surprises.

If you've got anything else you're

going to spring on me and my people, you tell me now.

Do you hear me?

Get your hands off me.

Mark, get upstairs now.

Let go of him!

What else you got here?

What else you going to grass us up with?

That's none of your business.

Now, get out.

Get out, I said.

I underestimated you, Selena.

Learn a lesson from this.

Next time, just keep your mouth shut.

Who did this to you?

I don't know.

Did you see what they look like?

Not really.

It all happened so quick.

You upset anyone recently, Selena?

No.

How's your little boy?

Did they hurt him?

I'd kill him if he hit Mark.

Him?

Whoever he was.

Selena, look at the state of you.

If you know who's done this to you, I might be able to help.

What, and risk getting mashed up for the second time?

I don't think so.

You don't know who's done this, don't you?

Is it something to do with Karl?

Mates of his maybe?

You look after yourself.

If you need me, give me a call.

Nurse, you can do me a favor.

I need you to phone a friend, just

let her know what's happened.

Her name's Sam... Sam Ryan.

Want to get out of the car, Tosh?

Why?

A serious incident took place earlier today.

26 Holbrook Walk.

What incident?

What's it got to do with me?

A woman was severely beaten.

And I think you were one of her attackers.

I must caution you...

Now, hold on, hold on.

That is total bollocks.

Who's been saying this?

Where were you earlier today, around about 11:00?

- At work. - Yeah?

Yeah. And now I'm going to get a solicitor.

You can have a solicitor as soon as we get to the station,

as I now intend to arrest you on suspicion

of committing an offense of grievous bodily harm.

All right, all right.

I ain't gonna do a runner.

And I want the name of this time waster when we're done,

so I can press charges too.

You can prove he did this, can't you?

I know you can.

It's not as simple as that.

You can get the fingerprints from me.

Look, he held me around the neck.

You can still see the marks.

Please, Professor, don't tell me he's

going to get away with this.

It won't work.

Sweat and secretions make it impossible.

But he almost killed me.

I mean, poor Mark.

He was petrified.

I don't want him to go through that again.

He's already lost his dad.

He'll have us killed next time.

And I don't have anywhere to go till then.

What exactly did he do to you?

He was, like, this close to me, shouting at me.

I was so angry, I butted him.

And then he went for Mark.

He was so scared when he got that blood on his shirt.

It was a nightmare.

Just give me a minute.

Would you take that off, please?

I told you, I wasn't there.

And I'm telling you, and the law backs me up,

you don't have to have been there.

Your solicitor, I am sure, will fully

explain to you the ingredients of the offense of conspiracy.

Benefits of the tape, 1650 and DC James Carter

has entered the room and handed me a note.

DC Carter is now leaving the interview room.

I suppose that's more good news for you.

Actually, I think it is.

At this time, it's my intention to end this interview

whilst further inquiries are being made.

And in particular whilst awaiting

the forensic examination of a blood

stained T-shirt of Mark Thompson.

And I believe the blood on that boy's shirt

is yours, Mr. Ridely.

Unless you care to tell me any different.

You don't like me, do you?

I don't like anyone who attacks women.

And I will tell you this for nothing.

Whilst you're out on bail, you stay away from that family,

or you'll be back in here so fast your feet won't touch the ground.

The police give me family liaison officers.

They're not forthcoming with details.

They say they can't confirm whether or not she was raped.

Police officers.

I believe the pathologist in question

may be hiding details which impact

on the university's reputation.

Now, I don't care about the university.

I'd happily dismantle it piece by piece.

But for now, just get me the truth.

The findings show that as well as

three samples of saliva, three semen samples were present.

She didn't hang about.

Two inside the body, one on the dress.

A gang?

Two traces of semen were effectively dead

by the time the body was found.

The third trace still had tails.

Recent sexual activity.

If she had sex with three different men over a period of,

what, 48 hours, that means that...

that she was a very popular girl.

OK.

Unless these men in question come forward,

I'm going to see it in the screening program.

But I'd like a word with your boy.

Harry Cunningham, you don't know where I could find him do you?

Thanks for agreeing to see me.

No problem.

You were in the student bar the night Nathalie Morgan died, weren't you?

Yeah.

Did she invite you?

Yeah.

Well... it wasn't the real invitation.

It was more of an open sort of thing.

I didn't really know her.

Knew of her.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Not at the moment, no.

Tell me about that night.

Uh, I had gone down to the bar, arrived about 9:30.

Just for one drink, to unwind.

Nathalie and her friends were already there, having uh...

I think a ball.

The bar was pretty busy.

Who else was there?

I've prepared a list for you.

Did you speak to Nathalie?

No.

She was surrounded by her usual gang,

and she was already quite merry.

Merry?

Happy.

She was a gregarious, flirty girl.

Very popular.

I wouldn't say she was a pushover or out of control or...

Could have had any man she wanted.

Maybe.

Lots of admirers.

She'll be sadly missed.

Do you think she could have been force-fed the drugs?

Surely it's your job to prove that.

Some of the drugs in question could

have gone missing from your tox lab, couldn't they?

It's possible.

It's not just our lab.

We share it with other departments.

Where'd you go after you left the bar?

Back to the mortuary.

I'm on a case.

It's colon cancer, and I was working on my case notes

most of the night.

Next thing I see the post-mortem in progress,

so obviously I had to leave.

You got here on your own?

I arrived just as Dr. Dalton and Professor Ryan were leaving.

I had a mortuary technician assisting me.

I believe they can vouch for me.

Next, please.

Please tell me your name.

- How's it going? - Samuel Harvey.

One suspect in custody.

Listen, can I have a quick word with you?

Your age?

What's it about?

Do you know if they've been taking samples from staff

as well as students?

Yes, they were.

Why?

Because this concerns my career and my marriage.

What are you telling me, Peter?

That I loved her.

Preferably when she was sober, but she was so full of life.

She was special.

Do you know what could happen to you?

Do you know who her father is?

Yes.

She called him the control freak.

Get serious, Peter.

Can you put this through quietly?

Mark me off your register.

You know I can't do that.

Leo...

You're going to have to give a sample of saliva.

If you refuse, I have to let the police know.

That's just the way it is.

Warren Reid?

Who's asking?

Dennis Morgan.

Nathalie's father.

I understand the police have interviewed you

about my daughter's death.

They're interviewing everyone.

I don't know exactly what you've told them.

But if I find out you were involved...

No, we'd split up.

I don't care.

If you were involved and let my daughter die,

I guarantee while there's a breath left in my body,

you won't have a career, let alone a life.

She must have been great fun to know.

Yeah.

Were you in a relationship with her?

We were told you were very close.

Well, she was just a friend.

No one took her that seriously, except for that prat, Warren.

Did you have sex with Nathalie Morgan the day she died?

What's difficult here?

Did you or did you not have sex with Nathalie Morgan on the day

she died, Mr. O'Leary?

It was nothing.

What do you mean it was nothing?

Did you have sex with her?

Yes.

But...

Well, did she consent, or did you force her?

Hey, before you answer, I intend to caution you...

I'm telling you, you've got the wrong man.

Nathalie Morgan had a very high blood alcohol level.

Preliminary toxicology results suggest

she consumed a cocktail of drugs.

If that's right, that's what tipped the balance.

She'd have taken anything.

She lived for a buzz.

How long have you known that?

It was in the grapevine.

Any idea what she took?

It'd help the toxicologists.

Not really.

She'd have taken a pharmacy, given half a chance.

What's your involvement in this, Harry?

They talk to me because I look like a student.

But I'm not, and...

Well, their trust in me is limited.

You may need to betray that trust.

The police need to know.

Hey.

You feeling better?

Yeah, I'm cool.

Is this a social visit?

Yeah, and no.

You know Marcus was in this care home all his life.

I hope to see the care worker, you know, find out anything

else I could about his last few days.

I mean, if they'd seen him.

You should leave it to the police.

But they haven't even contacted the care home.

They won't tell me anything.

I'm not next of kin.

So I was wondering if you'd mind.

No way.

Oh, please, Professor.

I need you to.

You'd know all the right questions to ask.

Do you realize what you're asking me to do?

On one condition.

Anything I get goes straight to the police.

Do you know anything about Marcus's parents?

Minimal information.

Well, anything helps.

It's only a name on a birth certificate.

Kids in care have access to their datas

whenever they want them.

Marcus was never interested.

Then one day he came knocking and asked to see his file.

Did he see it?

He was 19 by then, so I had to refer him on.

But I do know his father said his mother didn't

want to be contacted.

He'd have got counseling about that.

And then it'd have made his decision

from there, whatever it was.

How did he handle the rejection?

Like any other human being.

But he got it all his life.

He was a nice kid.

But for some reason, nobody took him.

Come in.

Thank you.

So you mean to say there are hundreds of other Mary Janeses

running around out there.

I hope you don't mind me coming around like this.

I realize it's a sensitive matter.

I'm just trying to help a friend.

Yeah, well, if I can help you, I will.

Actually, I do remember him.

He looked totally lost.

He was holding a piece of paper in his hand

and turning around in circles on the street corner.

And then he made his way to my door

and said he was looking for his mum.

You don't forget that...

Someone asking you if you're their mother.

I should have said yes.

It was years ago now.

Did you find her?

I bought her wine, but she gave it away.

She didn't want me around that night

since we'd been together earlier in the day.

What did you do?

You know.

Tell me.

We had sex.

Of a kind.

Not full sex.

A bit hurried.

No... penetration?

It was mutual masturbation.

So, you were together earlier in the day.

I think she was avoiding you in the bar,

refusing a drink like that.

She liked to call the shots when we could and couldn't

see each other.

I watched her make a show of dancing

with every other man in the room till I couldn't take any more. I left.

- Where'd you go? - Walking.

Couldn't drive.

Drunk too much.

I know how this sounds, but we had something special that...

We knew there were rules, but we're consenting adults.

Were.

One of you is dead.

Clogs your arteries.

Good.

So go on.

Well, the saliva on Nathalie's face and neck

came from three different people.

It's not unusual at a party.

What, a kiss is just a kiss?

You said she had a bruise?

That's right.

It's consistent with the fall the police discovered

through their investigations.

Nothing indicating physical abuse either.

What about Harry's suggestion?

What, the drugs thing?

The dean's been asking questions.

On top of alcohol, opiates, and marijuana,

a benzodiazepine was also found in Nathalie Morgan's system.

Benzo?

A date rape drug.

Well, that's it's unofficial use.

There are many different types of diazepines.

They can last for a good few hours

because all trace is gone.

It's readily available.

On campus?

It's likely.

Could she have been deliberately drugged?

Chief Inspector, the girl was a regular user of drugs.

How do you know that?

Well, that's what the students say.

Not to me, they're not.

OK.

She has a date rape drug in her system,

a drug which has been withdrawn from the general market

in the last year.

So she was raped.

I found no injuries to show that she'd been force-fed

the drug or assaulted.

Then why take it?

Well, young people take drugs for fun, for recreation.

Well, it's a fact.

You have a reputation to uphold, Dr. Dalton.

Obviously you don't want to deal with the possibility there's

a drug problem on your campus.

Excuse me.

Mr. Morgan, can you stop that, please?

What's going on, Rosemary?

Those files are confidential.

It's Mr. Morgan.

He's going through Dr. Dalton's office.

Get security.

Mr. Morgan, what do you think you're doing?

What have you got to hide?

I've got nothing to hide.

If you want to know anything, we can talk.

Do you want to talk?

Where'd you get them?

Hey, Rose, a few of us are going for a drink later.

Do you fancy it?

Not with you lot, no.

What's got into you?

Listen, Warren, you have your uses.

Don't push your luck.

Lovely.

Will you excuse me?

The police should have put you in touch with the family liaison officer.

They have.

They said they were starting a screening program.

But they can't say why.

I wasn't born yesterday.

She was raped.

She looked as if she was sleeping.

She looked perfect.

I'm not an idiot.

Dennis.

She was raped, wasn't she?

I'm afraid I'm not in a position

to discuss the investigation.

Why not?

The pathologist, this Dalton man, yes?

Dr. Leo Dalton, yes.

I'd prefer if you took over.

I'm sure Professor Ryan is overseeing the case.

What?

It's not necessary for me to oversee Dr. Dalton's work.

He's at the top of his field.

You tell me what happened to her.

It's not my case, Mr. Morgan.

You people going to test every man in the area?

Is this place so unsafe that you don't know where to look?

Who is caring for Nathalie?

Ah, stupid question, really.

You killed her.

Leo Dalton?

Doctor?

Mr. Morgan.

I hear what you've been suggesting about my daughter.

That she consented to multiple partners.

And drugs.

I want an explanation.

Who told you this?

Someone who's doing their job properly.

She leaves the bar and a busload of friends,

and 20 minutes later she's found dead.

Are you telling me that's not suspicious?

I'm sorry, but I can't discuss this with you.

Sooner or later you're going to have

to tell me what's going on.

Oh, absolutely.

You don't give a damn, do you?

And you, a dad.

How do you know that?

Sheffield, yes?

Your child's 11.

You've still got her.

I want my daughter moved from this place.

I want her somewhere safe.

And I want a second opinion.

I'm sure that can be arranged if we

go through the right channels.

I want her moved now.

It's mostly storage now.

The kids will break in sometimes.

What was on this floor before?

Partly production, partly admin, and a staff rest area.

Maybe the kid was up here pilfering, trying to hide,

and made a bad choice.

If that's all you need, Sergeant...

I won't be long, Mr. Kirk.

If I could take a look at the personnel records now, please.

How many more times?

You cannot remove your daughter's body.

The coroner hasn't authorized the right to release...

I have a right to an independent autopsy.

There's nothing you can do to stop me now.

Get out of my way.

Mr. Morgan, you know as well as I do,

there are rules concerning autopsies

and the release of bodies.

If they're not followed implicitly,

a prosecution may be compromised.

Do I make myself clear?

If you tell me what you're looking for,

I might be able to help.

Anything useful?

Possibly.

Actually, you can help.

Would you put these up around the factory?

They might jog someone's memory.

Right.

Thank you.

Is that what I think it is?

My final report on Nathalie Morgan,

completed in record time.

Her father is calling for a second autopsy.

Well, that's his prerogative.

Combination of drugs and alcohol,

evidence of a number of recent sexual partners,

no sign of force.

Think I should resign now?

Why, because Dennis Morgan has a problem with the truth?

Why do we do this, Sam?

What?

The job.

I mean, it's not like we sat in front of the school's careers advisor

and said, please, sir, I want

to be a forensic pathologist.

Actually, I did.

No shit?

You saddo.

You serious?

Mm-hmm.

My father was killed by a car bomb.

He was in the RUC.

Bloody hell.

I saw it happen.

And for a long time I felt responsible.

Why, for God's sake?

We had argued that morning.

And he was so angry with me when he left the house,

he forgot to do the usual security checks.

How old were you?

15.

Oh, I see.

Signed on at med school the next day.

Being there when it happened, a witness,

I think it changed me.

Later, when I had to face the exact details of his death,

it helped me.

And I felt it helped him.

I don't know.

I can't explain.

Well, different people are born with different talents.

Why not one for death?

Why not one for knowing when to change the subject

and buying me a coffee?

Can I see Miss Linden, please?

I mean, DS Linden.

So why are you here, Mrs. Cooke?

I just thought it would be easier.

Easier?

Than the telephone.

Is there something you'd like to tell me, perhaps?

That boy you found, he was alive.

What do you mean?

He was alive the last time I saw him, at the factory.

And when exactly was that?

I can't remember it.

It was years ago.

He came demanding money.

Why? Did you know him?

He claimed he knew me.

But I'd never seen him.

I didn't know who he was.

Betty.

Betty is short for Elizabeth, is that right?

Mary Elizabeth.

It'll be easier if you tell me the truth, Mrs. Cooke.

Look, I'm trying.

This isn't easy.

Maybe I can help you.

Marcus Saul was your son, wasn't he?

Only your name was Jones back then.

Mary Elizabeth Jones.

He was alive last time I saw him.

She killed him.

We don't know that.

Ah, come on.

It's written all over her face.

Well, she's not capable.

Tiny little thing like that.

Don't you believe it.

You're too young to be soft.

Give me fingerprints, swabs, DNA, anything I can pin her down with.

I don't know why you have to do this.

It's just procedure, Mrs. Cooke.

Final update report on Tosh Ridely.

His blood matches the blood found

on Mark Thompson's T-shirt.

Another for me to nick when I've got the time.

Do you think he may be responsible for Marcus's death?

I doubt it very much.

I said no.

Get away from me!

Mrs. Cooke.

- Stop! - Mrs. Cooke!

Get away!

Don't touch me.

Don't. Please.

- We're fine. - Sure?

We're fine.

OK.

What is this about, Betty?

What's going on?

Betty?

He raped me.

Who, Marcus?

No.

His father.

I didn't want it.

But I didn't want it cut out of me.

That's why I had to give the boy away.

It brought it all back.

I know it's not the boy's fault, but I couldn't even

look at him without being reminded of that night.

Poor boy.

He didn't have much of a life.

He didn't have it easy, but he was a hard worker.

He got himself together.

And he was talking about having a family.

You say you met Marcus.

How do you think he ended up dead at the factory?

I don't know.

Did you get into a struggle with him?

I didn't mean to hurt him.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

I just wanted him to go away, leave me alone.

But he wouldn't.

So what happened?

I pushed him.

But I didn't kill him.

And then?

I was afraid.

I rushed out.

Did you see him leave the factory?

No.

How do you think he ended up down that shaft, Betty?

I don't know.

Did you inform the police?

Did your husband know what happened that night?

He doesn't know about any of this.

This all happened a lifetime ago.

Betty, you do realize what you're saying.

Well, she's admitted to assaulting him.

Well, that'll do.

I want her arrested on suspicion of murder.

Mr. Cooke.

Don't you lot have a home to go to?

We're here to inform you that your wife, Betty Cooke,

has been arrested.

Arrested?

That's nonsense.

Arrested for what?

Your wife has been arrested on suspicion of causing

the death of Marcus Saul.

You're crazy.

Betty couldn't do anything like that.

I'm afraid the information your wife has supplied leads us...

It was me.

Not Betty, you bloody fools.

Me.

Mr. Cooke, I must caution you...

Yeah, yeah.

That night, I saw Betty run out.

Betty?

Obviously in a state,

I didn't know what was happening.

I heard a noise upstairs and went up to have a look.

I thought it was probably intruders, young kids trying

to break in again.

Who are you?

The young fellow was there, got a cut to his lip.

None of your business.

Hey!

Have you touched that woman?

What's it to you?

I said, have you touched that woman?

I thought that Betty had probably caught him breaking in

and he'd attacked her.

And that made me angry...

Angry that he dared to lay a finger on her.

I asked him to leave, but he wouldn't.

He started getting all abusive.

That bitch.

Don't you call her a bitch.

Why not?

She is a bitch.

Calling Betty a bitch.

And that's when I lost me rag.

You look here.

Don't stick your nose in something that

doesn't concern you, old man. All right?

I threatened him.

But he wouldn't go.

He started getting all violent, so I picked up a piece of pipe

and I whacked him.

I had to defend myself.

He fell on the floor.

I had a look at him.

He had stopped breathing.

I tried to do something about it, but it was hopeless.

He was dead.

Same night, I got rid of the body.

Sent it down the shaft.

Next day, I had it bricked up.

Betty knows nothing about this.

She doesn't even know I was around that night.

We had only just started seeing each other.

I wanted to surprise her that evening,

take her out for dinner.

Do something special.

Over there. Sit down.

I'll see if I can find a custody sergeant.

Do you know where DCI Telford is?

No.

Betty?

Joe.

Please, I need to speak to him.

I'm sorry, Joe.

I didn't do it.

I know you didn't, love.

I know.

Mind if I join you?

No.

I was...

I was in the bar the night...

Oh, right.

Is what they're saying true?

I'm sorry.

I suppose you've got to protect this place.

No, it's... it's just better not to make assumptions.

I keep thinking back to that night,

trying to remember the last thing she said.

But I was so out of it.

You mustn't beat yourself up about it.

She just never knew when to stop.

That was the problem with Nat.

She'd take anything on offer.

I don't just mean men.

So why Warren?

Why string him along?

He obviously cared for her.

Poor Warren.

He was always hanging around, hoping for a shag.

She never really cared about anyone.

I mean, you saw what she was like.

She thought she was your best friend.

So why do you think she stayed with him for so long?

I don't know.

Habit?

Not the kind you're thinking.

Surely he's not that stupid.

Are we talking about the same Warren?

Warren?

Warren?

Oh, no.

So the third semen sample belonged to Warren.

Apparently.

He must have provided her with one drug too many.

What a prat.

I think he was the only person who

wasn't having sex with her and the only one

who was actually in love with her.

All we know for sure is that he stole the drugs.

We don't know he killed her.

I would imagine the coroner will return an open verdict.

Well, Morgan won't leave it there.

He'll want someone to blame.

He'll go on forever.

Come in.

Sorry, am I disturbing anything?

No. What can I do for you?

Not another favor.

Are you here for Marcus?

Yeah.

We want to give him a proper funeral.

We?

Mark and I. Well, I'd like him to be there.

Yeah, of course.

I don't know what I'm going to tell him, though.

Well, don't worry about that yet.

I'm sure you'll find the right words.

I hope so.

This is for you.

What is it?

Betty Cooke's number.

She wanted you to have it.

No, I don't know.

Just keep it.

Think about it.

I bet you'll be glad to see the back of my head, yeah?

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

I won't bug you anymore.

I promise.

It's just a bag of bones in the end.

You have Mark.

He's proof Marcus existed.

I suppose that's all we can ask for in the end,

to be remembered.

And to be remembered with love.