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Alice Delaney. She must have jumped off the roof.

Can't see her falling off here by accident.

I'd say the mace and the alarm would

suggest a woman who felt very threatened.

Was she married? TINA: She was separated.

Mr. Delaney, it's probably best you know now that your wife was pregnant.

No ID or wallet. He's got a front-door key.

So he's a John Doe, then.

- Harlequins versus Leeds at the Stoop. - I was in that match.

Carlton Johns.

She represented him.

Why do you think he was so upset about Alice?

He'd been seeing her for months.

The father of Alice's baby was Caucasian.

- You won't let us take your DNA? - No.

- Did she use a lighter? - Yeah. I had it engraved.

They didn't find it amongst her possessions.

Then someone's taken it.

I tell you about her and Carlton and weeks later she's dead.

I had nothing to do with it.

The 100m final has just taken place without Carlton Johns,

and no one seems to have any explanation for his disappearance.

Detective Inspector Jane Hurst.

Sam Ryan.

I know.

Stand back, yeah? Back over here, please.

Oi. Malcolm Linden?

- Open the door to the back. - What?

Open the bloody door!

All right, lose it.

- Check the doors. - Stay there, mate.

We're all clear here, guv. - Nothing here, guv.

I'd like to do the initial examination.

Not a chance. You found the body.

I trawled the missing-persons list round the time they reckon he died.

- Nothing doing. - You're kidding.

- No one missed him? - Doesn't look like it.

- What about the local hospital? - Data protection.

Wouldn't disclose anything.

That it?

- Well... - What?

I rang a friend who works at the hospital.

I told her about the broken leg and the heart attack.

Because we had a time frame, it didn't take too long.

I just wanna show you something.

Sir.

That's the one.

If only all our informants were as accurate.

Now, I'm going to ask you

one simple question.

That's him.

That is definitely him.

- What's his name? - Dominic Goodwin.

You star.

We are working on a case connected with this.

The Alice Delaney case? What's to say it's connected?

She was his agent.

- She died, so he killed himself? - No, he didn't kill himself.

Blood still in the upper lip.

No bulging eyes. No broken blood vessels.

The rope-mark round his neck postmortem as opposed to ante.

- I thought Leo was coming. - Still tied up with Dominic Goodwin.

- Who? - His John Doe. He has a name now.

Oh, thank goodness for that.

- What do we have? - It appears to be...

I'd rather the doctor made his own deductions, thank you.

If you look up there, you'll see from the model

that'll be knocked through there to form a large bar area.

The layout is actually going to be a bit different

from the one that's shown here.

What's this?

- We're not trespassing, are we? - I'm not sure.

- Mr. Linden? - What's this about?

- Are you Malcolm Linden? - Yes, I am.

DS Nicholson.

I'm arresting you in connection with the death of Alice Delaney.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you talking about?

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. Let's go.

- Extraordinary. - I'm really very sorry.

- What's happening? - I've no idea what this is about.

Take your hands off me. Don't touch me!

- Okay. You can get him down now. - What d'you think?

Any sign that there's a connection between this and the Alice Delaney case?

I'll wait till the autopsy.

I'd like you to start the PM today.

Depends on the coroner.

Alice Delaney didn't kill herself

and I don't think Carlton Johns did, either.

These two deaths are connected.

- There is another factor. - Which is?

- Didn't Leo give you my message? - No.

About the DNA result from the toothbrush.

What message?

Philip Delaney was the father of Alice's baby.

Right.

Could explain why he lied about not seeing her for six months.

Yeah, he sexually assaulted her.

No, no!

I'm so sorry.

- Okay, Mum. It's okay. - I don't understand! I mean...

I mean...

How... How did he...

We're not entirely sure yet, so, er... We need to do an autopsy.

Oh, no, I don't want that! I don't want that for my boy.

- Do we have to? - He's not a piece of meat!

Yes, we do. I'm sorry.

- Who found him? - A pathologist. Professor Sam Ryan.

- What the hell was he doing there? - She.

- They met earlier. - Oh, yeah. Okay.

- No, they met in the park, running. - In the park?

Yeah.

He didn't want me to turn up to his race but he had time to go to the park.

- Kimberley, don't. - Don't what?

- I'm not stupid. - Please!

She was female. He didn't need an excuse.

- Shut up! Just shut up! - It's true! Ask him.

- Carlton was a good husband! - Yes. Yes, he was.

- As long as I didn't ask any questions. - How could you say that?

- This can't be happening. - I'm sorry.

But how...

How did he die?

We're not sure as yet.

I can't believe this.

How is Kimberley taking it? He was everything to her.

- I expect it came as a shock to her. - And his mum.

And Derek.

Carlton was their life. Their livelihood.

I've got to ring them.

Tina, before you do that, I need to take away Alice's computer.

What for? I thought you'd checked all that.

Well, this is the second unexplained death.

It may help with our enquiries. Is this it here?

Well, you'll be wasting your time. Crashed. About a week ago.

She had to re-install everything.

Well, we'll have a look all the same, hmm?

Sir, the pathologist on the Alice Delaney case,

- Professor Sam Ryan. - Huh?

She keeps prattling on about the two cases being connected.

- You don't think they are? - Well, Alice Delaney was his agent.

- Aside from that, I... - That's good. You stick with it.

It's good policy, having a black officer up front when it's a black case.

- Ah, Professor Ryan. - I need two minutes.

Now, you're here about the two deaths being connected.

- I believe... - Well, they're not.

We have Malcolm Linden in custody for the Delaney murder.

- What? - Yeah, we had a tip-off.

Found her missing lighter in his office. He's claiming to know nothing about it.

But then he would, wouldn't he?

Well, how d'you know he isn't involved in Carlton Johns' death?

Because he has a watertight alibi for that.

He was in a meeting with his investment bankers.

This tip-off...

- D'you wanna take over? Is that it? - I just wondered.

- Anonymous. - That's convenient.

It got a result.

What about the fact, Alice was raped?

Which is your assumption.

Philip Delaney was the father of her child.

How d'you know?

I managed to obtain a sample of his DNA.

- Without his permission? - I needed to know.

So you stole his DNA? What the hell got into you?

Now that you know, you can obtain it legally.

What for? Philip didn't kill Alice. She died on either Saturday or Sunday.

Philip flew out to a wedding Friday night,

didn't get back till Monday.

We checked with the airline. So it's a no-no.

He lied about seeing her.

But... Y... It doesn't mean that he raped her,

and even if he did, what am I supposed to say to the CPS?

So he gets away with it?

Oh, this is not Toytown, Professor Ryan.

I am not Mr. Plod. You are not Tessie Bear.

Here, most people get away with it.

You've just got away with nicking someone's DNA.

- How is she? - The doctor's given her a sedative.

Sorry.

I couldn't help myself.

Carlton was on the crest of a wave.

Could have had anything he wanted.

But that doesn't excuse his... Treating you badly.

No. It's my fault.

I let him get away with so much.

- Hey. Can't blame yourself. - No, it's true.

I should have been stronger.

- Yeah? - Kimberley. Yeah, it's me.

- Er... I've been arrested. - Arrested?

- What for? - Alice Delaney's murder.

Someone stitched me up.

Get hold of my solicitor and get down here.

To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?

I hate loose ends.

I just heard they arrested somebody for Alice's murder.

You lied about when you saw your wife.

Did I?

You saw her about two months ago.

You raped her.

I can't prove anything but I know you did it.

Get out.

You and Alice didn't have children, did you?

What's that got to do with you?

- You know she was pregnant? - Yeah.

Yes. Ironic, isn't it?

All those years, then along comes Carlton

and she's pregnant just like that.

- You haven't worked this out, have you? - Worked what out?

- Why I took your toothbrush. - You wanted my DNA, didn't you?

You were the father of Alice's child.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

When you raped her, you made her pregnant.

No.

You're lying.

She was a little girl, by the way.

- Found in your office. - Someone put it there.

- Who? - You're the detective. You find out.

- Carlton was married to your sister. - Yeah.

But was having a relationship with Alice Delaney.

Yeah.

- How did you find out? - Derek told me.

- Did he say why he told you? - He didn't have to.

He's always had a thing about Kimberley.

I think he was hoping I'd do something about it.

- And did you? - I did nothing.

Ah, yes.

- You have a history. - So have the pyramids.

- Three counts of GBH. - I'm a different person.

Two of those are for attacks on men who you thought

were disrespecting your sister.

That was then.

- Where were you last weekend? - Here and there.

- More precise. - Oh, Friday, heavy club-night.

- Saturday? - At home.

- Doing what? - Slept for most of the day.

- You slept all day? - More or less.

- Anybody with you? - No.

- What about Sunday? - With a friend.

Sleeping with a friend?

I haven't got time for all this! I'm a businessman!

- For the betterment of the tape, - I need to get back to work!

Mr. Linden has struck the table and moved away.

Would you please return to your seat, Mr. Linden,

so we can continue the interview?

If you'd be so kind.

You've got his key.

Yeah.

Just a search-warrant, I'm lacking.

Goodwin.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Leo.

Get out of my way!

- It's okay. It's all right. - Calm down.

- Calm down. Just calm down. - Get off me!

It's all r... Right, put the knife down.

Just do as I say and put the knife down.

Do we have a fix yet on Alice Delaney's time of death?

Er, not yet, no.

Well, Malcolm Linden has no alibi for Saturday,

so if Alice was killed during the day,

it ups the possibility that he's our man.

Don't you have a witness who said she saw Alice alive at seven in the evening?

Well, yeah, but she could have got it wrong or she could be lying.

How long are we off finding out?

Today. Maybe tomorrow.

Well, soon as you can, please.

- Is this your daughter? - My sister.

Right.

And just the two of you live here?

Well, who else is there?

No one.

- Well, not your mum? - She left.

Right, erm, d'you want some tea?

- No. - No. No.

- We're fine, really. - Okay.

Er, we wanted to know about a Dominic Goodwin.

- Did he ever live here? - Why?

Because...

- His body was discovered a few days ago. - He's dead?

We found a key to this flat in his possessions.

- Really? - Yeah.

So, did you know him?

He was our dad.

So, when did you last see him?

Erm... I'm not sure.

Months? Years ago?

He just, er... He just went for a walk and he didn't come back.

- And you didn't report him missing? - No.

Erm...

Look, thanks very much. We're okay.

Er, we're fine. Thanks for letting us know.

- I'm off now. - Okay.

Kimberley.

Sorry I couldn't come any sooner.

Did you tell Malcolm? About Alice.

- Why? - I don't know.

He kept on about Carlton and what a great guy he was

and how lucky I was, and I...

I don't know, I just told him.

- What happened to your leg? - It broke.

Couldn't they have fixed it for you in hospital?

Why not?

He said I shouldn't go.

Your dad?

Why would he say that?

Did he hurt you?

Is that what happened?

You can tell me.

And Vicky? He hurt Vicky, too?

No. No, never.

And nobody did anything? Not school, not social services?

We were too scared.

So you've been living here by yourself for six months?

Yeah.

What about money? What do you do?

I, erm...

I go out begging. Vicky comes with me sometimes.

We get a lot more when she's with me.

- Has Vicky been seen by a doctor? - She can't see a doctor.

Why not?

They'd find out.

I don't follow.

They'd find out that we're on our own. They'd take her away from me.

You both need to go to the hospital and get checked out.

- No. - She needs looking after properly.

I look after her properly.

I look after her better than he did. Don't I, Vicky? Tell 'em.

We need to call social services.

- No. Please. I'll do anything. - There's got to be an alternative.

- D'you want to look after her? - Don't take her away. I'm all she's got.

- You need to get out of here. - I knew you'd take her away.

- Both of you. - You're all the same.

- You need to go to school. - You think you know best!

I should have struck you when I had the chance!

I don't know if I did the right thing.

What was the alternative?

Anything was better than seeing this little girl

being ripped from her sister's arms.

If you'd done nothing, and the little girl had died,

how would you have felt then?

Sometimes you can't win. You just have to live with it.

- And just walk away? - Yes, if you have to.

It's not exactly your track record, is it?

No.

I don't always deal with things, either.

- So, what do you do? - I run.

- Does that work? - When I can't sleep.

- When I do, I have weird dreams. - What about?

A child.

A child I'm not going to have.

Is that something you...

When I had a choice, it wasn't important. Didn't matter.

But I let it go.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Which one of us d'you think Harry will take after?

Oh, me, of course.

Yeah. Yeah, I feel sorry for him.

Carlton Johns, 26-year-old black male.

He is in exceptional physical condition.

There is a single ligature mark around the neck,

suggesting this injury was caused postmortem rather than antemortem.

Are you sure about that?

Type of bruising would indicate as much.

And here, on both knees, there are carpet burns.

He could have been dragged across while he was unconscious.

Could he have been involved in a fight?

There's no other bruising or sign of physical attack.

There are a number of what appear to be injection marks on both thighs.

These could be for some self-administered drug.

Such as...

Well, he was an athlete.

They could have been pain-killing injections.

I don't know if he'd been injured recently. These marks are quite fresh.

Toxicology should help.

Could they have been a contributive factor to his death?

Depends what he was injected with.

Er, could we turn him over, please?

Well, this is interesting.

There is a puncture mark in the middle of the back,

between the shoulder blades.

Not the most likely place for an injection.

But that is what it appears to be.

He was found with his shirt on.

I think it's worth while checking that out for damage.

There is a small residue of blood and a hole in the shirt.

Could Mr. Johns have administered the injection himself?

I would say the injection could not have been administered by Mr. Johns.

So it's possible he was attacked from behind?

Every possibility. Okay, let's open him up.

Still believe the deaths are unrelated?

He appears to have suffered a massive heart attack,

which is almost certainly the cause of death.

But this is coupled with various other cardiac problems.

The left ventricle of the heart is greatly enlarged.

In a world-class sprinter?

Are you saying this is some sort of hereditary problem?

If only. Erm, if you take the enlarged heart

and the other signs of cardiovascular disease,

coupled with pronounced testicular atrophy and the fact he is an athlete...

Yes. Okay. And the verdict is...

- Steroid abuse. - Almost certainly. Yeah.

Carlton Johns was using performance-enhancing drugs.

Dr. Cunningham, do you think the use of steroids brought on the heart attack?

The arteries weren't totally blocked so I'd say it was caused by something else.

Like what? Stress? Strain?

Don't know. But, given he had an injection in his back,

could have been a massive overdose of something.

- Toxicology will tell us. - Yup.

Whatever, I'm fairly certain it wasn't suicide.

- This needs running... - Just one for a level.

They're definitely in there.

Carlton Johns, the latest news of murder.

I knew it wasn't suicide. Carlton wouldn't have. He was too strong.

D'you think someone else was involved?

Why are you looking at me?

You knew about him and Alice.

You think I killed him because he was having a bit on the side?

- What do you take me for? - Just calm down.

You say one word to the press about my boy and I'll make sure you regret it!

I won't have to. It'll all come out,

how Carlton Johns frittered it all away on coke and women!

- Kimberley, stop this! - He was an athlete. He didn't do drugs!

- Derek, tell me he didn't take drugs. - He was on steroids.

Steroids.

Carlton didn't take steroids.

Oh, please, Diane.

Well, you're his trainer. Didn't you know?

He came and asked me for them once, but that's all.

You're lying, both of you.

Carlton would never have taken drugs. He wouldn't have risked his career.

These are black-blowfly maggots,

exactly half an inch in length

and about to enter the second instar larva.

Average temperature, Friday to Monday, 9 degrees Celsius.

Developmental time of black-blowfly larva at 15 degrees

is one fourth of an inch per week.

How are you getting on?

270 hours...

Alice Delaney died approximately midday Saturday.

- You sure? - Absolutely.

It came as a major shock to everyone at the agency.

I'm sure.

If you'd like us to help with the funeral...

No.

We're fine, thank you.

There are various financial arrangements we need to discuss.

Can't we leave those till after the funeral?

Of course.

There's only a couple of things involving you directly.

The rest I'll speak to Kimberley about.

Kimberley?

She being Carlton's next of kin.

I was his manager.

Perhaps this is something for you and her to discuss.

What's going on? We were always part of Carlton's team.

I'm sorry. I...

Look, any problems, just speak to our lawyers.

I'd like to see a copy of my son's contract with the agency.

It was pretty standard, as far as I'm aware.

I'd still like to know where I stand.

Mum, don't do this to yourself, please.

Carlton... Carlton's gone.

And nothing's gonna bring him back.

Time of death has been worked out to approximately midday on Saturday.

Hmm.

- Is Harry sure? - We're confident that's correct.

Well, Tina Allen, her colleague,

swears that she spoke to Alice at seven that night

- and she was very much alive. - Could she have got the time wrong?

Well, I'm never sure with witnesses. They do have this tendency to lie.

I'll check her out.

You look at your facts and figures again.

If you're right, of course,

this puts Malcolm Linden right in the frame.

- But... - But what?

Well, we went through Alice's computer.

Last week, Carlton signed a new contract with the agency.

They were gonna take over his personal management, as well.

- D'you watch athletics? - Now and then.

- Did you ever see my son race? - On the telly, yeah.

Wasn't he magnificent?

He was.

He was gonna be world champion.

It was on the cards.

We were like a family business.

My other son trained him ever since he started.

They were special together.

And now nothing.

There's nothing for us.

These results are based on larvae

that develop at very consistent and recognizable rates.

- That are affected by temperature. - Harry's factored that in.

- Mmm. Let me go over this again. - Yes?

Mrs. Johns and her son are here and she wants to see you.

That's okay.

- Catch up with you later. - Yes.

- Professor Ryan. - Please take a seat.

Harry, I'd like you to stay.

Dr. Cunningham here is the pathologist

who carried out the postmortem on your son.

- Barbaric. SAM: It was necessary.

Not when it just breeds lies.

I'm sorry if you think the autopsy was unsatisfactory in any way.

You were the last person to see him alive.

That's right.

Mum, you don't have to put yourself through this.

I'd met him a couple of times in the park.

He advised me on my running, that's all.

How did you know he was at Alice's?

I just assumed that's where he'd go. I felt very concerned for him.

Concerned enough to lie.

I'm sorry, I don't understand. Lie about what?

My son did not take steroids. He wouldn't do that.

- I'm afraid the signs were very clear. - No, he wouldn't cheat.

Mum, you have to realize it's about competing on a level playing field.

But that's not the way he was brought up.

When you tell me that my boy was taking drugs,

I don't know that person. D'you understand?

Mrs. Johns, we don't know exactly how your son died.

All I want to know is that whoever destroyed my life, destroyed my family,

destroyed everything I've worked for, will be locked away forever.

We'll do everything we can to help, I promise you.

It was about seven. I already told you that.

- Are you sure? - Positive.

I always watch the football results. They finish about five.

Then I had a bath 'cos I was going out that evening.

I'd just got out the bath when Alice rang.

I had to dry my hair and get dressed,

so by the time I got to the office it would have been about seven.

And she was alive.

Do you know where she'd been that afternoon?

- Does that matter now? - Well, yes.

- She'd been at her flat. - By herself?

- As far as I know. - Doing a few lines of coke?

I don't know about that.

Then, for some reason, she decided to come into work.

And she called you to come and talk about some contracts.

- Yes. - Which contracts?

- Can't remember. - Carlton's new contract?

I didn't know he had a new contract.

Yeah.

The agency were taking over as his personal manager.

I didn't know that.

Harry.

Those larvae, did you take them all from the same place?

Ah, yes. The nose.

Right.

Mind if we take samples from another area and compare them?

What, nobody trusts me now?

I don't get it. These larvae are from her ear and yet they're...

They're different from the nose samples?

Like 12 hours different.

So now you're saying she could have died at midday or midnight on Saturday.

That's a big discrepancy.

I don't understand it. They're the same species

subjected to the same temperature for the same amount of time.

They should have the same rate of growth.

So why are they different?

So now we have this 12-hour discrepancy.

Yes.

The police were about to charge someone with murder.

Partly on the basis of these findings.

Second set of samples came from the ears?

Yup.

Why did you choose to take the first sample from the nose?

Because they were the worst developed,

which means that the flies that laid the eggs arrived there first,

closer to the actual time of death. Probably within minutes.

Autopsy revealed she was a cocaine user, right?

Yeah.

Could the drug have acted as an accelerant?

It's very possible. It's a form of steroid.

You still got the samples from the mouth?

Yeah.

Okay, well, you run a test on those as a control.

If the cocaine has speeded things up, there should be no discrepancy

between the mouth and the ears.

58.

63.

71.

That's it.

The larva samples from the ears and mouth...

They match.

So Alice died 229 hours ago.

- What's that? - Saturday night.

- Yeah. - Not Saturday lunch time.

Sam, I'm sorry.

It's a bit late.

You hadn't thought about the effect the coke could have had until now.

I wasn't the one playing entomologist.

I'm sorry.

We'd have looked really foolish if this had gone to court.

I'm more concerned about an innocent man being convicted.

Is that intended to deflect me from your mistake?

No.

The next time you want to prove a point, make sure you know what you're doing.

He hasn't been charged yet, has he?

Not that I know of.

Sam, it's human error. It won't happen again, I promise.

Superintendent Nicholson, please. It's about Malcolm Linden.

- Malcolm! Don't! - Where is he?

- Where is that piece of shit? - Malcolm! No, you've got this wrong.

Derek would never do anything to screw you.

- No? Then you don't know him, do you? - He's been good to me.

Derek only looks after himself, just like the rest of that family.

D'you know why the police had me in there?

'Cos of what happened in the past, with me and that.

Because they found Alice Delaney's

- lighter in my office. - What?

Derek is the only one who could've put it there.

Why would he do something like that? No.

Kimberley, wake up!

Look, the bubble was bursting.

Carlton Johns' gravy train was about to come off the tracks.

No, Carlton was doing well.

So long as Derek kept him pumped full of steroids.

- Big deal. Where's the problem? - Alice found out.

Kicked up a fuss and then fell off the roof.

Are you saying that...

- Derek? - Why d'you think I was arrested?

Malcolm.

Don't. Malcolm, please.

I've just lost my husband.

I don't wanna have my brother banged up, as well.

Look, the house is mine now.

I'll have enough money to put into the business.

We could be partners. That's what you've always wanted, isn't it?

- Are you serious about this? - 'Course I am!

As soon as I get Derek and that old cow out the house, we're sorted.

Toxicology report on Carlton Johns. Massive dose of steroids.

Clenbuterol. Caused an instant heart attack.

Have you seen Derek?

He's at the stadium, meeting some officials.

- About what? - Oh, didn't say.

- Something to do with Carlton. - It's a bit late for all that now.

- What d'you mean by that? - You can ask him yourself.

When you're out house-hunting this afternoon.

- What's going on? - I want you both out of my house.

- Your house? - Like it or not, yes.

Carlton was my husband.

I should have known you'd turn this family upside down.

Oh, blame your sons, not me!

- Listen to what you're saying! - It's the truth.

You have no right over Carlton.

You did nothing but take from my son.

He wasn't a son to you. He was a commodity.

You really have no idea how far this has gone, do you?

See? Flowers.

Cards.

He meant a lot to a lot of people. And that's why I'm asking you

for this stadium for one night, free of charge.

Now, what we want to do is a meet, "In Memory of Carlton Johns."

International athletics, big names, and I can organize those.

It's like a... A Sport Aid.

And all the profits would be put into a fund to discover new talent.

And I'd be happy to train them, like I did Carlton.

Clenbuterol?

Stay out of my son's affairs. You've done enough.

- Look, I could come back. - No, er... I'm sorry.

Please.

It's a banned substance, an anabolic steroid substitute.

Carlton had been given a massive dose.

It's what gave him a heart attack.

- Oh... - Speak to Derek.

- He should know about it. - Haven't you done enough damage?

He bought Clenbuterol from Malcolm.

You sure about this?

- I'll stay here. - I'd like you to come with me.

I don't know what he's capable of.

- Well, shall we wait for the police? - No.

I've created this. I'll have to deal with it.

Derek.

- Derek? - Have you seen this?

Everybody loved him.

Everybody.

I just wanted us all to be happy.

No. That was never what you wanted.

You wanted Carlton to be happy. I was never in the equation.

It was always about Carlton.

But you know something? I learned to accept it.

That's me.

Always looking after everybody else.

I was a fool.

I know your brother was difficult, but he had a gift.

- It was hard for him to come to terms... - See, there you go again!

Making excuses for him. I don't want to hear any more excuses.

I made Carlton! It was me. Nobody else.

I trained him. I kept him going even when he wanted to stop!

So, what happened?

Stupid.

- She found out he was using steroids. - No, no, no. Who?

Alice, of course. She blamed me.

Did she really think that he could run that fast without them?

She was terrified of losing her precious client.

- So what did you do? - We argued. On the roof.

She told me about this new contract.

She told me that Carlton was gonna sack me.

I didn't mean anything to happen.

You did that because you were sacked?

Oh, no. Not just me.

You, too.

They wanted to get rid of you, too.

It's great, innit? You do all of that for them

and they don't wanna know.

Not even a thank you.

Derek, why don't we go and talk to the police?

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

You have to realize, I did it for you.

Not for me. For you.

I wanted you to be happy. Proud.

You weren't thinking straight!

Derek.

What did you do to Carlton?

Well, I couldn't just stand by and let him do that.

- Not to my mum. - No. No, no, I don't...

You see, they were gonna treat you

the same way I'd been treated all my life.

No, Derek, please.

The stupid thing is, I couldn't bear to watch you go through all of that.

Even though you'd done the same thing to me.

I just couldn't bear it.

You killed my Carlton!

- Shh. It's okay. - You...

It's okay, Mum. We... Me and you, we'll be together now.

I just want to hear you say, you love me.

Just once.

Mum?

Mum?

Please tell me.

Mum.

Mum!