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Woohoo!

Woohoo!

Dean! Dean! Make him go slower!

I want to get out!

- Aargh! You all right?
- No, I'm not. You're an idiot!

Let me out!

Mate, come on.

Come on.

♪ Testator silens ♪

♪ Contestes e spiritu ♪

♪ Silencium ♪

♪ Testator silens. ♪

- Hey, Jack. All good?
- Yep.

I've just spoken with DI Raymond.

The structural reinforcement
company have arrived.

You can start thinking about bringing
the whole thing back to the Lyell.

Nikki can chip
away to her heart's content.

- Bring me up to speed.
- Good morning to you, too.

Don't be needy, Jack.

What I can see is skull.

Could be male or female.

I won't be able to say exactly
until it's fully visible.

Just the head?

Not enough of the remains
have been revealed yet.

We won't be able to say exactly
until we've finished.

I hate these cases. Double the
leg work, impossible to solve.

What about this? Presumably stolen.

Teenagers. Picked them up in A&E.
One of them's got a broken ankle.

Should take the joy
out of joy riding for a bit.

Do you hold the contract
for building these car parks?

That's right. I work for
Millennium Building Partnerships.

And that floor specifically.
When was it finished?

I don't know.
I'll have to look it up.

Mr Simmons, can you tell me how you
construct the supporting pillars?

We build a wooden structure
surrounding steel rods,

pour the concrete in, then remove
the casing a couple of days later.

- It's like a jelly mould.
- Right.

Did any of your men go missing
during the construction

or stop turning up for work?

We use a lot of casual labourers.
They come, they go.

- Illegal workers?
- No, we don't do that.

Would it be possible
for someone to fall into

one of those pillar constructions
while it was empty by accident?

I don't know.

And could your workers have
filled it up with concrete

without checking first?

It's possible, I suppose.

Have you found something in there?

I'm afraid we found
some remains, yes.

Two centimeters an hour?
That's better than the M25.

I quite like it.

Focuses the mind.

I took two weeks to excavate
a skull once on a dig in Durban.

So thin and delicate.

- Do you miss it?
- I miss the sunshine.

Come on. A small, windowless room
in the depths of London.

What more could you want?

Wow.

That's incredible.

I didn't think there'd be
so much tissue still intact.

Well, if it's a decent grade
of concrete

that's been allowed to settle
properly, it's basically creating

a semi-sterile environment
with very little oxygen.

Decomposition would have been
significantly slowed down.

I think there's a good chance of
getting some DNA from the bones.

Great. How long till
you can start the postmortem?

Just as soon as I get a body
out of here.

I'll get someone to put
the kettle on, shall I?

Yeah.

Wow.

- Tea?
- Thanks.

Look, Ma', no hands.

One thing's for sure,
this was no accident.

Thanks, Sam.

Frontal bone is sloped backwards...

with prominent
supraorbital ridges.

The orbits are square.

Prominent mastoid processes.

I would say this is a male.

Blunt force trauma to
the top of the skull

affecting the parietal bones.

Fractures of the upper
cervical vertebrae.

Hanging is a possible
cause of death...

but there's insufficient
soft tissue to verify this.

Looking at the skull injury in
conjunction with the broken neck,

that could represent a traumatic
event that led to death,

but could equally have occurred
postmortem

when the body was dropped
into the pillar mould.

The wear and tear on the joints
and disintegration of the bones,

I would place him in his
40s or 50s, approximately,

at time of death.

Hm.

We've found some treasure.

What does that look like to you?

A tiny fossil.

Calliphoridae pupae,
if I'm not mistaken.

- The good old-fashioned blow fly.
- Good spot.

Ooh. Have you got my sample?

Thanking you.

Is Max in the doghouse?

He's been driving me mad about this
bloody cruise he wants to book.

Going on and on about me
taking a break.

I come to work for a bit of peace.

Ah, domestic bliss.

Ah, domestic blisters!

I found small calcified areas
along the inner aspect of the ribs.

Remnants of calcified
pleural plaques.

This would indicate
some exposure to asbestos

so, given his age, perhaps
he worked in the building trade

when regulations
weren't as stringent.

Perhaps he was a workman
on the site, then.

Both arms are severed at the lower
forearm above the wrist joints.

Wrist joints and hands
are currently unaccounted for.

To disguise identity, perhaps.
No hands, no fingerprint.

If that's the case,
then why leave the teeth intact?

No clear cut cause of death,
I'm afraid.

I did find some blow fly pupae
casings embedded in the concrete

where it had contact with the body.

This might suggest
that death occurred

approximately three days before
the body was disposed of.

Do you have anything at all
that could help us identify him?

At some point, this man has
undergone reconstructive surgery

as there's a metal plate
securing the symphysis pubis...

a common fracture from an RTC
or industrial accident.

Along with a hip replacement.

Judging by the wear and tear
around the socket,

he probably had this surgery
about ten years before he died,

so he'd have been 30s to 40s
at that point.

Unfortunately,
I don't have the manpower

to sift through every RTC
from 30 years ago.

Do you have anything else?

Well mixed. Good grade.

And bubbles.

Clarissa's phone.

Oh, hi, Max.

Yes, she's here.
Want to speak to her?

OK. Just putting you through.

Thanks!

Clarissa's cruising hotline.
How may we help you?

What?

When?

OK. I'm on my way.

Everything all right?

No. I've got to go.

It's my mum.

I went back to look at the forearms
on the body again.

It's difficult to see,

considering the condition
of the mummified flesh,

but these are striation marks here.

They only seem to appear on
the outer radius of each arm.

- Sorry, what am I looking at?
- The hands were not severed cleanly.

They were hacked off with some
difficulty, it might seem.

The perpetrator used
a serrated blade for that,

which left a jagged, untidy edge
to the wound.

These other wounds here...

were made with a smooth-edged,
thin instrument,

so I did some comparative testing

and I think it was perhaps
a razorblade.

Suicide?

From the direction of the marks,
it would be logical to assume

that they were part of longitudinal
cuts right down to the wrists

on the radius of both arms,

consistent with someone
trying to take their own life.

Perhaps that's why the hands
were removed.

To disguise the cause of death.

Life insurance often won't pay out
for suicide. There's your motive.

So somebody cut his hands off
and then dropped the body

into the pillar mould?

It seems odd to go to such lengths
to disguise who he was

and then hide him in concrete.

That doesn't make sense.

Maybe there was a change of plan.

Mum.

There you are, lovely.

Are you OK?

I have ordered roast chicken for
my dinner with all the trimmings.

Just fancied a little holiday,
did you?

She's a right cheeky one,
this one is, keeping us on our toes.

- I'm Nurse Coen.
- I'm Clarissa, Penny's daughter.

What are you giving her?

We just wanted to get some
pain relief in her.

Make her more comfortable.

Pain relief?

You'll be able to see
the doctor shortly.

She'll answer all your questions.

Queen of Sheba.

I don't mind if I do.

I'm afraid your mum has cancer.

It's in her pancreas.

The cancer team have looked at
the images and unfortunately...

due to the close proximity
of a major blood vessel here...

we don't think surgery
is an option.

There may be some other
treatments available to us.

What about, erm...

chemotherapy?

That's something we could explore.

I've heard Folfirinox
had good results.

- Or something like Gemcitabine.
- Are you medical?

My background is science.

Chemotherapy is demanding
on the patient.

I urge you to think really carefully

about whether you want to
put your mum through it

or opt for palliative care instead.

I understand.

As your mother is already in
the advanced stages of dementia...

She has good days.

She's unable to decide for herself.

You'll need to make
that decision for her.

Hey.

Clarissa.

The pelvic inlet angle
on our unidentified male

- is narrow and V-shaped.
- Apologies. Traffic.

It's undergone medical
reconstruction at some point

with a metal plate.

If we can trace the serial number,

then we might be able to find out
who our unidentified man is.

But how many computer systems has
the NHS had in the last 30 years?

We'd be relying on paperwork.
It's a waste of time.

I'll take it. I love a challenge.

I'll use the plate style
and serial number

to cross-reference middle-aged men
reported missing

between 1995 and 2000.

And if he wasn't reported missing?
If he was living on the streets?

Someone loved him somewhere. He must
have left a hole in somebody's life.

How can so many people go missing in
the world and never be seen again?

I'm beginning to believe
in alien abduction.

I managed to put together
a lens from those pieces.

It looks like a strong prescription.

Won't help with identification though.

Every bit of information
you gather on our body

is both a crucial and valid
use of your time.

Are you reading those
life coaching books again?

In fact, many cases have been
cracked with pieces

of seemingly completely useless
evidence, just like that.

Oh, thank you.

I think.

I can take a look at it for you
if you'd like.

No, you've got enough going on.

How's your mum?

I don't think I've seen you leave
early before. First time...

She's got cancer.

Mm.

Yeah.

The doctors wanted to speak to me
about the next steps.

Treatment or not.

Because mum's obviously not able
to decide for herself.

I know what she'd want.

Why don't you take a few days?
Thomas will understand.

Think about it. Talk to Max.

- Take your time.
- She doesn't have time.

And I don't need time.

I can hear her saying it.

Where there's hope,
even a small amount,

you don't give up on someone.

And I won't give up on her.

It's YD 32146.

Great.

Can you just say that
again for me, please?

- Yes, that's YD...
- Yankee Delta.

- 32146.
- 32146.

Yes, that's correct.

- Thanks very much.
- No problem. Bye.

Bingo.

- Metropolitan Police. Can I help you?
- Can I speak to DI Raymond, please?

48-year-old Derek Marshall,

reported missing by his sister
Ann Carson in November 1999.

Missing persons file from back
then lists his wife, Sue Marshall,

as next of kin.

And their address.

I remember her, Sue,
but not the husband.

She dealt with everything.

We viewed it early on.
I mean, we loved the house,

but it was well out of
our price range.

And then the agent called
and they'd slashed the price.

I mean, literally slashed it.

365,000. We couldn't believe it.

Why did they do that?

Well, needed a quick sale, no chain.

- When was this?
- 1999.

Just in time for the millennium.

Did they leave a forwarding address

or anything that would help us
locate Sue Marshall's whereabouts?

No.

Well, thank you for your time.
We'll leave you ladies in peace.

It's beautiful house. Lucky to get
it so cheap in this neighbourhood.

- It was too good to be true.
- Sorry, was, erm...

Was everything in order
when you moved in?

- There was nothing untoward about the sale at all?
- No, not at all.

Well, thanks.

- Apart from the way that they trashed the bathroom.
- Let it go.

- Sorry, trashed?
- Yeah, the bath.

I mean, it definitely wasn't like
that when we viewed the place.

It was all hacked to pieces.
We had to get a new one.

You don't clean up what
you don't know is there.

How do you mean?

It's blood.

There is clearly a large
amount of blood

on the original floor.

Possibly bone dust, too.

Could be where Derek lost his hands.

OK, Derek Marshall was officially
declared dead in 2006,

seven years after being reported
missing by his sister Ann Carson,

and his life insurance
finally paid out £200,000.

200 grand? Who was the recipient?

His wife, Sue Marshall.

That's great. You should probably
have a break now, yeah.

I'm fine.

It was Derek Marshall's blood
that you lifted

from the floorboards at the house.

The CPS will want more than
that though, won't they?

Who's to say he didn't just
cut himself shaving?

- It was his house after all.
- Cut himself shaving?

There was a significant amount
of blood on the original floor.

I found bone dust on there, too.

- That's not your usual bathroom waste.
- Mm.

OK, so, in theory, he slits
his wrists in the bathroom,

blood seeps down into
the floorboards. What then?

Blow fly larvae from the cement indicates
that he was left there for a few days.

Yeah, the alleged
condition of the original bath

suggests someone could have tried to
cut his hands off in the bath first,

but, ultimately, they needed to get
him on the floor to finish the job.

Hello. I'm DI Raymond.
This is DC Quinn.

- We're looking for Ann Carson.
- OK. Follow me, please.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

You... you can't be sure it's him.

Medical records have confirmed
the body we discovered

is that of your brother
Derek Marshall.

I am very sorry for your loss.

I knew something had happened.

Sue...

Sue thought that he'd had
a breakdown.

- His wife?
- Yeah.

She always, erm...

hoped that he'd turn up...

but I knew he was dead.

What made you so sure?

He would never have gone anywhere
without telling me.

It's a little sister thing.

You know, we told each other
everything.

I nearly lost him once before,
you know.

What happened?

It was this horrendous car accident.

Yeah, they didn't hold out much
hope, but then he pulled through.

It took him almost a year
to learn how to walk again.

But the accident changed him.

He, erm... he was left
with chronic pain.

He was never the same after that.

What company did he work for?

Oh, he was, erm...

He was a contractor for
Millennium Building Partnerships.

Our records say that you filed
the missing person report.

It's normally a wife
who reports a spouse missing.

Oh, well...

Sue was a mess at that time.

She was always a mess.

She couldn't think straight.

You...

You don't think that Sue had
something to do with this, do you?

Do you?

Well, she did...

She did grind him down.

What do you mean?

Derek and I were very close
and she didn't like that.

She was... well, she was jealous.

Oh, hi. I've set mum off on
a second chemotherapy drip.

We just need to keep her as still
and as settled as possible, OK?

Thanks.

Hello. Where are you off to?

- Oh, it's you.
- The one and only.

Why don't you come and sit down?

You look just like someone
I know. Just like her.

You're right. I do.

- Have you had anything to drink today?
- Yes.

What are you doing there, mum?
Why don't they fix this wall?

There's nothing wrong with the wall.

- Where's it gone, then?
- What?

The wall. There's a big chunk
missing. Surely you can see that.

It's OK, Mum.
I'll get them to come and fix it.

Don't worry.

Come and settle down, eh?

There we go.

I feel sick again.

OK. Hold on.

There we go.

It'll pass, I promise. It means
the chemo is doing its thing.

You're doing so well, Mum.

What's all this about?

Do you know a Mr Derek Marshall?

It's not ringing a bell.

Well, pick it up,
take a closer look.

Oh, yeah. Derek, yeah.

I knew him. We worked together.

Did you work on the car park site?

Probably.

You said none of the workers
on the car park site

were reported missing.

Derek went missing?
If I remember rightly, he quit.

- He resigned?
- Yeah, that's right.

It's coming back to me now.

He quit in the middle of a job.
Dropped me right in it.

Why would he do that?

I do remember he'd been borrowing
money left, right and centre.

Got himself in a right state.

Did he borrow any money off you?

I never lend money to friends.
I learned that the hard way.

What did he want
with all that money?

His daughter, I think. It's a
long time ago. I can't be sure.

What about his daughter?

She was sick, poor kid.

Terminal, it was.

I think his wife Sue wanted
some new treatment for her.

It was going to cost a fortune,
though.

I think the poor kid died anyway.

That body you found.

Is it Derek?

I'm afraid it is.

- Guv.
- Yeah?

We've got Derek Marshall's wife's
current address.

Mrs Marshall?

Bugger off!

- Mrs Marshall.
- You've got the wrong house!

I'm an atheist!

It's the police.
Can you open the door, please?

Oh, yeah, here she comes.

Here's my ID.

Come back tomorrow.

I'm not well.

Mrs Marshall. Sue?

We have some news about
your husband Derek.

OK, let's bring her in.

Guv.

- Hi. How was it?
- Yeah, petty grim.

Smells of damp, threadbare carpet.

No wonder she didn't want to
let us in.

That doesn't make any sense,
does it?

She had 365 grand
from the sale of the house

and another 200
from the insurance company.

Why is she living like that?
Where's all her money gone?

Well, Derek racked up a lot of debt
before he died.

To pay for his daughter's treatment.

We've got him making a lot of big
payments to an offshore account

but the trail's scrambled
and we can't get a clear picture

of where that money went.

I can look at the journey
of the money, if you like.

- See if I can unscramble it.
- Good.

We have your statement here

from when Derek was reported
missing in 1999.

You say he left the house
with no clothes, no wallet,

no passport and never came home.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

Your sister-in-law tells us
there was some tension in the home.

Oh, yeah.

Sounds like Ann.

Never quite got over Derek
getting married.

So you had a good relationship
with your husband, then?

Yes, I did.

Ann took advantage of him
his whole life.

Never took responsibility
for herself.

Always on the doorstep with her
hand out, selfish to the core.

Derek could never say no to her.

I couldn't understand it.

It was Ann who pushed him
over the edge, not me!

So your husband did take
his own life, then?

Did Derek take his own life, Sue?

Is that why you didn't
report him missing?

We've been to the house that
you and Derek lived in together

and we found Derek's blood
in the bathroom.

Postmortem indicates that he took
his own life by cutting his wrists.

But a crude attempt was made
to cover up that suicide

by removing his hands.
Did you remove his hands, Sue?

He had only recently taken out
a life insurance policy

so they wouldn't have paid out
for a suicide,

and you needed that money, correct?

Derek had left you with
a mountain of debt.

What did you need all that
money for, Sue?

Treatment for your daughter?

Was that your idea?

No comment.

Mrs Marshall,
you are under caution...

for the unlawful disposal
of a dead body.

I'm not going to say anything else.

Right.

Can you give me a lift
to the hospital? It's urgent.

- I can't wait for a taxi. - Thanks
- Yeah, of course.

- Anything I can do?
- Mum's being aggressive.

Struck a porter around the face,
apparently.

She's just confused.

Why have they refused to treat her?

I'm so sorry.

- Was the porter all right?
- He's fine.

Hello, Mum.
What have you been up to, eh?

You really must be kinder
to the doctors and nurses.

It's all been a bit much for her,
bless her.

She just wants to be left alone,
not poked and prodded.

The doctor prescribed Diazepam
to calm her down.

- Is that really necessary?
- It was just a little dose.

She was distressed and we were
worried that she might hurt herself.

But now she won't eat.

Let me try.

Remember when you used to
make me chicken noodle soup

when I was poorly?

If you can manage
a couple of spoons,

- I'm sure you'd feel... better.
- No!

- It's all right. I'll get it.
- I'm so sorry, Jack.

It's all right.

- She's trying to poison me.
- Mum, I'm not.

- She's trying to poison me. Help!
- Keep your voice down, Mum.

Frank.

Oh, Frank, where have you been?

- Frank's, erm, my dad.
- Mm-hm.

I love you.

I love you so much, Frank.

I'm sorry, Mum.
I'm not sure you're his type.

Frank.

You know what they say,
women are attracted to men

- who look like their fathers.
- Good job I don't remember him, then.

She's trying to poison me.

No. No-one's trying to
poison you, darling.

I promise you that. Look.

Delicious.

Try? Hm?

Oh.

Good stuff?

- Can I help you?
- I'm Ann Carson.

I'm Derek Marshall's sister.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Erm...

DI Raymond wanted some pictures
of Derek for the appeal.

That's, erm...

That's his wife Sue
and their daughter Hope.

You should probably take them
to the police station.

I want to see my brother, please.

I strongly advise you
against viewing his body.

I think it would be
distressing for you.

But I'm allowed to, aren't I?

I can't...
I can't move on unless I do.

His body would be unrecognisable,
I'm afraid.

So it's true
what the police told me.

Dumping his body like garbage?

Like no-one loved him.

You wouldn't even treat a dog
like that, would you?

Perhaps we should give Mum
a break from the treatment.

Give her system a chance to recover.

I worry a delay will hinder
her progress.

If her system is too weakened,
there won't be any progress.

We need to be very careful with
the way we administer her care.

What have you done, Frank?

What have you done?

You can't leave the baby alone.

You can't do that.
You can't leave her alone.

- Not for five minutes.
- Mum.

Go on, go!

I will never leave, Clarissa.
She needs me more than you do.

I will never leave my baby alone.
Not ever.

Mum, it's OK.

Really?

I know your mum's confused
about what's going on

but she clearly remembers
how much she loves you.

All this grown-up stuff, Jack.
It's not very us, is it?

I'm fine. Are you?

I always wondered
if Dad left because of me.

And now I know.

None of our current evidence links
Sue to the disposal of Derek's body

so it's difficult territory for
the CPS to make formal charges.

But I only get to keep her in
custody for 36 hours without charge

and then I'll have to let her go.

It would have taken some strength
to haul a dead weight

of Derek's size
into the pillar mould.

If she did do it, she certainly
didn't do it alone.

Thank you.

Let's go.

DI Raymond.

I've followed the digital trail
of Derek's money.

His payments moved through
two Swiss bank accounts,

leading right back to
our own back yard.

Derek Marshall was making payments
shortly before he died

to Protech Visions.

It's a research facility
headed up by a Dr Adam Brooklyn.

Payments that Sue continued with
ever since.

Well, that explains where
some of the money went.

Evidently.
It's an expensive business.

It seems they specialise
in reproductive biomedicine.

- Fertility?
- Correct.

I'm no good at science.

What do you say you come along
as my scientific interpreter?

Go on. You're on.

In essence,
we're a storage facility.

We freeze eggs and sperm
here for fertility

and boast the largest
frozen tissue bank in Europe.

What are you researching?

We're exploring
the practical applications

of sub-zero temperatures
in medicine and surgery.

It's truly fascinating work.

Do you know
a Sue or Derek Marshall?

I'm afraid that would be breaking
client confidentiality.

I'm investigating
a suspicious death.

I'm very happy to obtain
a warrant, if you prefer.

Sue was one of our benefactors.

Very supportive of the work
we do here.

Did she receive fertility
treatment here?

Like I said, it's your choice.
With or without a warrant,

you are going to have to
answer my questions.

No, she did not receive
fertility treatment.

Her daughter Hope is here.

Come. I'll show you. Please.

Just through here.

Sue's dead daughter
is in one of those tanks.

We don't use the term dead here.

She's in stasis.
All these people are.

It was really tragic.
Hope was only 12.

She came here
when we opened our doors in 1999.

You're researching cryogenics.

How does it work?

Well, most of our clients
are terminally ill

when they reach out to us.

My people are on standby
for their final hours

and once death is certified
by a doctor, we take them.

It's crucial that the process
begins immediately.

Presumably, you drain the body
of blood when you prepare it.

Mm-hm. And replace it with
a glycerol-based chemical mixture.

A kind of anti-freeze, if you will.

Then the clients are stored here.

Three bodies to a tank,
all suspended upside down.

Sorry, why upside down?

If the power systems fail
and the bodies start to thaw,

the last thing to be destroyed
is the brain.

Once that goes, the person
we remember is lost.

There's nothing to bring back.

- It's a treatment programme.
- Of the dead.

Not much chance
of customer feedback.

Ladies.

Must be expensive,
keeping this place going.

The process is costly, of course.

It is true, we do ask the family for
a substantial voluntary contribution

when the process begins, but it's
a drop in the ocean, really.

Just something towards our costs.

Sue Marshall's made
some very large donations

to you over the last two decades,
and her husband before that.

She's making arrangements
for her own stasis to begin

so that she can be reunited with her
daughter sometime in the future.

Some people might say you're just
a glorified snake oil salesman,

selling miracles, preying on grief.

They are donations, not payments.

Look, I make no promises.

Reanimation has never been achieved.
I'm very clear on that.

Although we are very close.

It wasn't very long ago when
making babies in test tubes

was said to be the stuff of science
fiction, thought to be against God,

and now here we are,
IVF is available on the NHS.

We accept frozen eggs and sperm
now as normal.

What is that if it's not
frozen life in stasis?

It's exactly what it is.

Creating life is one thing.
We know the mechanisms of that.

Reversing death is quite another.

Is this why Derek borrowed
all that money?

Is this their voluntary
contribution?

Was this the treatment
Sue had found?

Adam said the process had to begin
at the moment of death.

Hope was dying, by all accounts.
That explains the rush.

Maybe, I don't know...

the grief or guilt
proved too much for Derek,

so he ended his life.

The timeline fits.

Hope would have been, erm...

30 now.

Same age as my own son.

When did you last see Hope?

Just before she died.

Typical Sue. She wouldn't
let me attend the funeral.

Just spiteful.

I thought you would have known.

There was no funeral.

What do you mean?

Hope's body was
cryogenically frozen.

Cryogen...?

You mean her body's in a...

a fridge somewhere,
waiting to come back to life?

And you've seen her, have you?

No.

The way her body has been stored
is such

that it would make it impossible
for us to gain access to her.

This is insane.

Erm...

Well, it sounds like
one of Sue's madcap ideas.

Sue's making arrangements to have

her own body preserved there
alongside Hope.

Difficult to cope with
the loss of a child.

You don't need to tell me that.

And now my own son's on the other
side of the world. Sydney.

I haven't even visited him yet.

You should.

But we'd ask you not to
leave the country

until the investigation into your
brother's death has been completed.

No, of course not.

I want to know what's happened
to him.

Thank you again.

Thank you.

We'll see ourselves out.

- Come on. You can go back to the park tomorrow.
- Mum.

I'm not even going to
answer you now.

OK, let's, erm...

Let's just go home.

This can't be right.

I can't find any records
for Hope Marshall.

No birth or death certificate,
no hospital or school records.

I've searched everywhere
I can think of.

- No social media or digital footprint?
- No.

If you went looking for this child,
you'd never find her.

Weird.

To all intents and purposes,
Hope Marshall never existed.

Everyone, all files, hard drives,
anything else we can find. Let's go.

I've been more than co-operative.

Right, so you have to
tell me how Hope died.

So far, all I've had is,
"She was ill."

I don't even have
hospital records to prove

she was actually ever diagnosed
with anything.

I've shown you
all the documentation.

Yeah, I've seen
the parental consent forms.

But you still haven't produced
a copy of the death certificate

for the dead child
you have on your premises.

Your people have a warrant.
I'm sure they'll find it.

So your team can't collect a body
until the death has been certified?

- Course not.
- So that's why we can't find it.

The death was never certified.
That's why there's no certificate.

It doesn't exist.

Then why this charade?

Oh, we're a charade.

Nice.

We can always arrest you
and continue this conversation

- with a solicitor present.
- And under what charge?

Prevention of a lawful
and decent burial, for one.

Look...

it was an unusual situation.

Hope was being cared for at home.

It wasn't your usual
hospital pick-up.

- But I can assure you...
- Hang on, hang on.

Let me get this straight.

You received a phone call
from a residential property

to pick up a dead child
without a death certificate

and you didn't immediately
call the police?

She's in there, somewhere.

This is crazy.

In any other situation,
we'd be asking for Hope's body

to be exhumed, but this body's not
buried, it's in suspended animation.

The parental consent forms we've had
have Derek Marshall's signature on.

He was definitely on board
with all this.

But was it as a loving father?

I mean, if the child doesn't exist,

they can't have had
a conventional burial.

Not without a death certificate.

Not without drawing attention
to themselves.

What's the best way
to dispose of a body?

Don't dispose of it at all.

Exactly.

The coroner will demand
a full postmortem.

We'll have to determine
what killed her.

True. I'll make a call.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

I've got some information
about Derek Marshall.

That little girl...

is me.

One second.

No. It's out of the question
that you remove Hope from the tank.

- Her body will be compromised.
- It's not your decision.

The coroner has ordered the body
to be taken.

We need to ascertain cause of death.

If you don't co-operate,
we will arrest you.

A little girl is dead.

Our investigation into the death
of Derek Marshall led us here.

Without the samples, we won't
be able to get to the truth.

You cannot take away a person's
right to extend their life

- if that is what they wish.
- She's already dead.

That is just your
scientific prejudice.

You can't bring the dead back
from the grave. That I do know.

When there's a victim
of a horrendous accident,

we induce medical coma
to help that body recover.

Now, this is recognised and accepted
as good practice, right?

Yes.

Well, sub-zero temperatures have
been used to induce medical coma.

Did you know that?
No medication, just temperature.

They freeze them
and then they thaw them out.

So why is this any different?

- What if she doesn't thaw?
- Doesn't thaw? What do you mean?

Archaeologists do it all the time.

They find specimens in extreme
conditions and have to recreate

similar conditions to stop
the samples from degrading quickly.

It's not feasible
with temperatures this extreme.

What happens if we limited the time
we had her out of the tank?

You'd have about 20 minutes
before her body was compromised.

20 minutes.

I'm really sorry. I tried.

This is Hope's mother.

It isn't fair what happened to her.

She deserves a second chance.

I'm going to do my very best
to get her back in the tank

as quickly as possible.

You will take good care of her.

She will.

I promise.

And I will let you know personally
as soon as it's over.

OK?

Thank you.

The scan's complete. We've got eight
minutes before she needs to be back.

That gives us two. Ready?

Yeah, that's it.

Most frames are unisex nowadays,

but I'd say these were
most likely worn by a man.

We think we know whose
the glasses where,

we just need more information.

Well, whoever he is,
he's minus eight in his right eye,

which makes him very short-sighted.

How are you getting on with those
glasses? Get anywhere with them?

Sent them away for DNA testing.

I think there's a chance of lifting
something from the arms?

I don't know.
We'll see what comes back.

Sounds promising.

You never know.

What?

- I was having a chat with Max.
- Right.

Maybe you should slow down a bit.

You've got a lot going on right now.

Work's the bit I can handle.

Don't take that away from me.

Mum's started her treatment now
so I'm hopeful it will help...

You really think she's up to it?

Those drugs can be brutal, even if
you're physically and mentally fit.

- I know what cancer drugs can do, Jack.
- Yeah.

OK. As long as you're sure you're
putting your mum through this

for the right reasons.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing.

Erm, just when I saw her
the other day, she was...

Spit it out.

Go on, spit it out.

We're worried about you.

- We? What, you and Max?
- Mm-hm.

I see.

Well, don't be.

I'm fine.

Nikki.

It all went fine.

Thank you.

Yes, I'd like to order a taxi,
please. Where are you...

I'm cheaper. Just saying.

Hold on.

Plus, my car's right outside.

Fine.

But don't expect a tip.

If I'd known you were going
to see Marshall's place,

I might let you get that cab.

It can be your good deed
for the day, Jack.

Maybe I've already done
a good day today.

This is nice.

I thought she was a recluse.

Jack.

Come on. Hurry up.

Hurry. All right.

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