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ON SCREEN: 'Pull up.'

'Chief.' Get your own.

'All right, now get out like I told you.'

WOMAN: I think you like her.

What are you doing here?

Sorry?

Nothing.

FILM CONTINUES

Is there a doctor in the house?

Anyone? Yeah.

Hurry. Hurry, please.

She stumbled, and I... and I thought she was drunk at first,

but then she just collapsed.

Then I saw the blood.

Did you call an ambulance? Yeah, I did.

Do you think she's been stabbed?

She's breathing normally. Do you know her?

Not her name, but she's a regular. I think she lives locally.

There's no visible wounds. No signs of any external bleeding,

so where did all this blood come from?

Lucas...

Hello. Look at me. I'm Dr Winter.

Can you tell me what happened to you?

Lucas...

Lucas? Who's Lucas?

Lucas... It's not her blood. There might be another victim.

Is Lucas injured?

C-Can you tell me where he is?

If he's lost this much blood, he's either dead or he will be soon.

Where's Noranby Road?

It's a street away on the left. I'll keep an eye on her.

Are you sure? Yeah, go.

Don't move her. Keep talking to her until the paramedics arrive.

Inspector, I've sent you a location.

BELL: 'What? What do you mean?'

Hurry.

Hello?

Hello?

HE PANTS

Lucas?

THUNDER RUMBLES

Oh...

THUNDER RUMBLES

What the hell happened to you?

GURGLES

Why aren't you breathing?

Tension pneumothorax. BELL: Winter?

Er, yeah, I'm here in the garden.

I need a pen. A pen?

Yeah, a ballpoint pen.

Quickly. OK.

Anything. OK.

Er... This. You got it?

OK, take the cartridge out. Just empty it completely. Yeah.

Now find some strong spirits to sterilise it.

Alcohol, anything. OK.

SPLUTTERS

Quickly, I'm losing him.

Quickly! OK, I've got it, I've got it.

OK, now douse the whole thing. OK.

OK, I need your hands.

Put them on mine. Yeah.

Keep the pressure on. OK.

I need to drain the pneumothorax. The what?

The pneumothorax. He's got a collapsed lung.

I've gotta get the air out of his chest cavity. Oh, God.

You ready? Yeah. No.

Three, two, one.

THUNDER RUMBLES, LIGHTNING CRACKLES

That's it, that's it. Breathe.

You're OK.

SIREN APPROACHES

Maya. How's she doing?

The paramedics said she had a head injury.

Internal bleeding. HE SIGHS

I didn't pick it up in all the panic.

You just saved that man's life. Yeah, but I didn't save hers.

I should never have left her with you.

The medic said she would have died whatever we did.

You did everything you could.

You were brilliant in there. Thank you.

I just wish I could have saved them both.

Sorry. Maya, this is Detective Inspector Bell.

Lauren. Nice to meet you.

Maya's, er... a friend.

Ah, I need to get back to the crime scene.

Can you come and look at something?

Yeah, sure.

So, I'm just curious - is that all we are, just friends?

No, no. Erm...

Yeah, in a way.

I just need to...

take my time.

Hard to explain, but I've been through something.

You're overthinking this. We can take our time.

I have a feeling you might be worth it.

I'd better go.

Jasmine Taylor and Lucas Gerrard, 29 and 25 years old.

Engaged to be married, very happy by all accounts,

though who knows if anyone is?

And this modest little number

belongs to the Gerrards' family, right?

You mean this modest five-star,

Michelin Guide-listed luxury spa hotel?

HE CHUCKLES How much is it a night?

SHE LAUGHS Not on a police salary.

'Everybody, can I get a picture together?

'Everybody in frame.

'Yeah? Good.

'We're engaged.'

'Oh!'

'Congratulations, you! That's nice.'

We're just heartbroken about Jasmine.

What a lovely girl she was.

I can't imagine what Lucas is going through.

They were trying for kids, you know.

How's he doing?

Stable but recovering, they say.

You know, Jasmine was like a daughter to us.

Oh, listen to yourself!

Adrien, please.

We're all upset.

How did Jasmine and Lucas meet?

Quite sure I can't offer you a cup of tea or coffee?

No, we're good.

Oh, yes. Well...

...Jasmine works...

worked...

...at a charity that held events at this hotel.

They met and hit it off.

Did Lucas or Jasmine have enemies?

Good heavens, no.

They were the perfect couple. Come on!

Everyone has enemies.

Please! Your brother's fighting for his life in hospital.

I'm just being realistic, Mum.

We have to help the police here.

Unlike Lucas, Adrien has no interest in the family business,

though he's more than happy to spend our money.

SCOFFS

He's an artist, hence the temperament.

You'll just have to excuse him.

Wow, they are a soap opera.

Yeah. She didn't really answer my question.

I'm gonna need everything about their family history.

See what you can dig up. I get a strange feeling from them.

What's that supposed to be?

Don't know.

I quite like abstract art. Has a nice energy.

Does it? Hm.

I didn't have you down as an art expert.

I do have other interests, believe it or not.

Oh, good for you.

I don't.

DOOR OPENS

Just saying how much I like this painting.

Is it one of your son's?

Er, no. It's one of mine from many years ago.

I used to paint a bit,

but I never had the chance to pursue it, and...

...I wasn't very good.

On the contrary, if this is anything to go by.

You're much too kind, Inspector.

I'm so sorry about the way we behaved in there.

You must think we're a basket case. Not at all.

We're just here to help find out what happened.

SOFTLY: Hello, Jasmine.

I'm Dr Winter.

I already know how you died.

Traumatic brain injury from being hit with a heavy object.

Brown spots on the irises.

Consistent with neurofibromatosis.

Engaged to be married.

Planning to start a family, apparently.

These scars...

...some of them appear recent.

Why did you do that to yourself?

Was there something darker going on in your life?

I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

But I will find out what happened to you.

I promise.

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

MUFFLED: Lucas?

Lucas.

MUSIC FADES

It's great that they've moved you from intensive care.

You must be recovering well.

I'm sorry for the loss of your fiancee.

Do you think you're up to answering a few questions?

Sure. Thank you.

If you could just... talk me through what happened.

I came home from work a bit earlier than usual...

...and Jasmine was there.

And I walked in and kissed her hello.

And I suddenly realised that someone was behind me.

And before I could even turn around,

I felt the knife in the side of my chest and...

...and the pain.

And Jasmine tried to stop them.

I think, but I... Then I blacked out.

That's the last time I saw her alive...

...trying to save my life.

And did you see the assailant? No.

It all happened so fast.

Lucas, this is Dr Winter.

He's the man who saved your life. And for what?

Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Lucas.

Sorry about the...

We found evidence of self-harm on Jasmine's body

and stomach analysis showed sleeping pills.

Erm... How was Jasmine's mood in the last few months?

In what way?

Just her general state of mind. Was there anything troubling her?

Not really.

Do you know why she'd taken sleeping pills?

It was still early in the evening.

Has she ever done anything like that before?

She did have a bit of a weird episode after a recent holiday.

She got depressed and became distant from me.

OK. Well, we appreciate your time.

We will let you get some rest.

It's hard being the one left behind, isn't it?

Just take it one day at a time.

Be kind to yourself, yeah?

HE SIGHS

You OK?

Find that hard?

I just feel for the guy, that's all.

Seeing Lucas is reminding you. Survivor's guilt, yep.

I just know how hard he's gonna find it.

I mean, how do you say to someone,

"You'll never recover and you will never be the same person again"?

Oh, Ethan.

You know, I think that's the first time

I've heard you use my Christian name.

When I walked into their house...

...it was exactly the same as the night Simone died.

Blood everywhere.

I knew immediately, before I'd even touched her...

No!

'..that her life had left her body.'

Oh, God.

It's a pretty unbearable thing to experience.

Where was she?

In our apartment.

The one that I still live in. Yeah, I know.

Screwed up, isn't it?

But I, erm...

...just can't leave her.

Isn't that tragic?

Erm...

A little more on the victim from the case I shared with you,

the one with the same symbol.

I can't find a link with Simone, but perhaps you can.

Very much between us, yeah?

What are we looking for?

Any missing links.

Yeah, but to what?

Hang on. Mm-hm?

This wasn't in the initial report, was it?

No.

I think I already know what that is.

That's not just a scar.

Contraceptive implant. Got the same one.

Wait, didn't Dr Winter say that she really wanted to have kids?

DOORBELL

Hello. Oh, hi.

I was just in your neighbourhood and, erm...

That's an absolute load of bollocks!

Erm... I...

You just haven't been very chatty on texts

and I thought I'd pop round and...

Erm... Now I'm thinking that's a bad idea.

No, no, it's, erm... it's fine.

Look, if there's someone else, it's not...

No, no. It's not that.

I'm just, erm...

I'm in the middle of something difficult, so I...

Can I help? CHUCKLING: I don't think so.

I would like to see you again.

Just not right now?

Is that OK?

Yeah, sure.

Give me a call when you're ready.

It was totally unprofessional of me to use police systems to track you.

It was completely out of character, unacceptable.

But I... But I was lying to you...

...and you needed to know.

I understand. Yeah.

Is it serious with this guy?

We over?

Do you need to be out and not in a straight marriage?

I...

I honestly don't know how to answer...

Oh, no, you must have had those thoughts before.

Well, of course I have. Did you think I would judge you?

I was a coward.

But I love you.

I have always loved you.

You understand if that sounds a bit empty.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Morning, boss.

You all right? Yeah, fine. What's up?

Look, you have to see this. Er...

Mm. Ah.

Oh, Rohan!

Rohan!

Ro, I can't remember how to open the thingy.

OK, we went through Jasmine's belongings

that SOCO took from the house and we found a box file of letters.

So...

"You still love me. You know you do.

"I won't let you go." And, ah, look at this one, look.

"There's a particular cruelty

"in watching someone you love slowly choose someone else."

Yeah, there's over 12 letters,

all hand-delivered to her over a five-month period,

all anonymous.

I mean, could we be looking at a stalker here?

Who came round to attack her after she rejected him?

But we have no foreign DNA to prove that.

I'm gonna take another look at their house,

see if there's anything we missed.

Nice work, Rohan. Thank you, boss.

Oh, you made an ANPR request

for a car registration heading to the Ivy Ridge Hotel the other day.

What about it?

The ANPR department have sent out an audit request.

It's just routine, but they need to know the reason for the check.

Fine. I will send the details over.

EXHALES

CLATTERING

Police!

Jesus Christ! Winter, I could have hurt you!

What the hell are you doing?

Are you OK?

No!

SHE CRIES

Lauren?

What is it?

It's nothing for you to worry about.

Come on.

I spilled my guts to you.

If you must know...

...I just discovered Antony is, er...

He's having an affair...

...with a man.

And I, erm...

...I don't know if that means his...

sexuality has changed...

for good and our marriage is over.

And you don't know what to do next?

You know, from the minute we're born to the day that we die,

the heart beats relentlessly, pumping blood round the body,

keeping us alive.

It's, er... It's an evolutionary miracle.

Why it makes us feel the way that we do...

...that is a complete mystery to me.

SHE SNIFFS

Tell me about it.

What do I do?

Keep talking, try to work it out.

Your hearts are still beating but just...

maybe not to the same rhythm any more.

Yeah.

I'm here if you need me.

What are you doing here anyway? It's a crime scene!

I'm just trying to find out

what made Jasmine so unhappy she wanted to hurt herself.

Something doesn't add up about the sleeping pills.

I need to know where she got them and why she took them.

They're not in there.

OK.

Let's try downstairs. Yeah.

So, Lucas's attacker was already here when he came in,

but there's no DNA and I can't figure out why.

Ah-ha. What?

Just a second. Hang on.

The exact sleeping pills she took.

Four missing.

She had two in her system, plus a whole other pack.

I'm not impressed that my so-called search team missed those.

Lucky for you that I was here, then.

What are you doing in my house?

Lucas. You should be at the hospital.

WEAKLY: I discharged myself.

I'm calling his father. I needed to come back...

...and sense her.

The memory of her.

The smell of her.

It's OK.

You're OK.

Lucas, look at me.

Those spots on your irises, how long have you had that?

Christine Weightman.

Lucas's mother's maiden name.

Look at the professions.

Dad was a labourer, Mum was a factory worker,

hence why she probably never had the chance to pursue being an artist.

She certainly married up. I'm sure it was just for love.

Oh, you old cynic!

Perhaps she just wanted to give Jasmine a leg up

as another girl from an ordinary background.

How did they meet again? Jasmine used to work for a charity.

Christine started allowing them to hold events

at a very discounted rate, apparently.

Hm. That figures. Oh, that's nothing.

That stupid face you pull when you've found something juicy.

Jasmine used to work as a life model on the side for a bit of extra cash,

where she met Lucas's brother, Adrien, the artist.

Well, they look very much like they were dating.

Well, that's because they were,

till she dumped him for his older brother.

No idea why.

The letters. Er...

Yeah, here we are.

"Why choose him when you could have had me?"

You're saying the letters were Adrien's?

That he was so jealous

that he attacked her and his own brother?

You're here because of the letters, aren't you?

Do you have an obsession with Jasmine, Adrien?

I loved her from the moment I saw her.

We were so happy together until my brother came along.

So, did you try to get rid of him?

Of course not.

I was hurt for a while.

But I got over it. Read it.

It's a postcard from Jasmine.

"Dear Adrien, I'm glad we've reached this point

"and we can be good friends.

"You mean a lot to me. J."

And before you ask,

I was at a gallery event the evening of the assault.

There'll be many people who can confirm that.

So, do you know anyone that wanted to hurt Jasmine or Lucas?

I really don't.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, Jasmine. I just need to verify something.

I knew it.

Oh, Jasmine.

You weren't happy, were you?

And now I know the reason why.

BEEP

What man? It doesn't matter who.

And you've been doing all this behind Mum's back?

Connor, please. Your dad's trying to tell you something very difficult.

Well, I already know, don't I?

Cos I've heard you shouting about it!

I know, and I'm sorry that you had to hear that.

Oh, Connor, please come back.

Let's just give him a minute.

Ruby, is...

is there anything you wanna ask?

What's going to happen?

I, erm...

We honestly don't know.

We just thought it was time to be honest.

You know, I'm not that surprised.

My friends say I have a good gaydar.

Well, better than mine, that's for sure.

It's OK, Dad.

I'm glad you told us.

Come here.

Go and see if your brother's all right,

and I'll be up in a minute, OK? Hm.

Inspector, come on in.

Do you remember those unusual spots I noticed on Lucas's irises?

Neurofibromatosis. Get up.

It's a nerve condition. It's very rare and it's hereditary.

I don't follow. I think I do.

If I'd have just compared the correct things before,

I would have noticed sooner, such as Lucas and Jasmine's DNA.

Direct familial match.

Not just engaged to be married.

Brother and sister. Mm-hm.

Half brother and sister.

And Christine Gerrard is the mother.

So, Christine gives away her daughter.

She marries into money.

She can't admit she had a child to her new husband

and the guilt eats her up.

Years later, she tracks her down,

invites the charity she works for to use the hotel,

hoping to get closer to her, but she can't tell her the truth.

The one thing she doesn't bank on...

Genetic sexual attraction.

No, no, it's a real thing.

Powerful attraction to one's sibling,

especially if you were separated at birth and then didn't meet again

until you were adults.

Who else in the family knew?

They're as dysfunctional as they come,

so I can't believe Christine was the only one.

Jasmine. That's why she was so tortured.

The self-harm, the depression.

Maybe she didn't know until they were engaged,

hence the contraceptive device.

Then she grew distant from Lucas.

Well, who told her? And why did they want to get rid of her?

No-one will hear this, Mrs Gerrard.

It's not recorded. It's totally informal.

You're not under caution.

OK.

Were you aware that Jasmine was your daughter?

I just wanted to know her better.

I never thought any of this would happen.

Did she know that you were her mother?

Not as far as I know.

I never told her, nor Lucas.

I just didn't know what to do

when things started happening between them.

What about your husband? Does he know?

No. He has no idea, and you mustn't tell him.

Do you understand?

It would break him.

Please, I'm begging you.

I know you think our family's a mess,

but aren't they all?

Art can be a pompous idiot,

but he has a good heart, and so do my sons.

It's my fault this happened...

...and I will have that on my conscience for the rest of my life.

'I've been digging into DNA ancestry companies trying to find a link.

'One of them, Ancestrix, received a profile request

'from Art Gerrard, Lucas's father.'

Thanks, Rohan.

Mr Gerrard, you made a payment to a company called Ancestrix

a few months ago.

What was that for?

Well, you think you're so clever, why don't you tell me?

I think you wanted proof of what you'd realised.

That Jasmine was your wife's daughter and Lucas's half-sister.

How did you find out?

Mr Gerrard?

I had my suspicions for a while.

They were so alike, in mannerisms and temperament.

And you were so upset they'd got together,

even though you adored Jasmine.

I realised I had to know.

We accessed Jasmine's deleted emails.

You emailed Jasmine, offering her money.

She rebuffed you, so you threatened her. Is that right?

Art!

You didn't?

Well, you brought her into our family.

What did you think was gonna happen? I just wanted to help her.

You could have told me years ago.

You would have never have accepted her.

Look at the mess you've made.

The mess I've made? You intimidated her.

That's right, you did, Mr Gerrard.

But she didn't listen, did she?

So did you decide to take matters into your own hands?

You've got some nerve, accusing me of attacking my own son.

You haven't got a clue.

Get out of my hotel. Get out!

'He's right. We've got nothing.'

No forensics, no DNA.

Phone tracking puts him miles away at the time of the murder.

We're just grasping at straws. This case is driving me insane.

RINGING

Oh, God. What does he want?

Yep? 'How's your Shakespeare, Inspector?'

Can you ever just ask a normal question, just one time?

'Come to the pool. Got a little theory to play out.'

OK. You turn around...

Yeah, I know, I'm gonna go left. Right.

Why could we not find any of the murderer's DNA at the crime scene?

When we can't find the answer, we always go back to the body.

But in this case, not a dead body, a living one.

Get on with this before I kill you.

What have you told me?

The father, Art, tried to persuade Jasmine to leave Lucas,

but she refused.

They were in love.

So when that didn't work, I think he told Lucas the truth,

but he underestimated the power of their feelings for each other.

Star-crossed lovers in a forbidden relationship.

What does that remind you of? Romeo And Juliet.

And how did they die?

Oh, well, they killed themselves.

Wanna share our theory? Sure.

Lucas was traumatised knowing he and Jasmine could never be together.

THUNDER RUMBLES

So he persuades Jasmine that they have to take their own lives.

We know that Jasmine was mentally vulnerable

and initially perhaps quite susceptible to the idea.

They tried to overdose on heavy-duty sleeping pills.

Jasmine took a couple, got cold feet.

EDDIE: They argue, it gets physical,

and she runs out into the garden, maybe to try and throw up the pills.

Desperate to see it through,

Lucas grabs the closest heavy object to him

and whacks Jasmine over the head with it.

Then he takes a knife and tries to stab himself,

but it's very difficult to do to yourself.

Unless you have one clear advantage, like Lucas does.

We managed to pull up Lucas's medical file

which reveals hypermobility.

Look. He was able to angle his wrist back around

and thrust the knife into his own body with sufficient force.

There was no DNA at the crime scene because there was no assailant.

Lucas did it.

And that's why he can't face living without her...

...because he wanted to die with her.

That's an interesting theory.

I think you'll find it's the only possible explanation,

and you can thank my brilliant team for that.

You said he came back to the crime scene.

Like so many murderers do.

Let's see, shall we?

Did I get a happy face?

Where's your brother?

What do you think you're doing?

You can't just come in here like this. What are you doing?

Officers?

ECHOING: Lucas Gerrard,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Jasmine Taylor.

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

if you do not mention when questioned

anything you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

PHONE RINGING

Yes, Inspector? 'Winter.

'Just wanted to let you know that Lucas confessed to everything.

'You were right.

'Thank you. To you and the team.'

I appreciate you letting me know.

Nice one, Ethan.

No, not here. I can't have you here.

Darling, we've been through this.

I'm a figment of your imagination. It's not up to me.

Well, then, why does it feel like it is?

First the police station and the cinema.

Now here?

What's happening to me?

I'm here to push you that little bit harder.

About what? About what happened to me.

I don't want you here.

Then just stop talking to me and move on.

I can't.

I can't because you're still here.

But it's stopping you from having a life.

Look at you.

You're like a shell of a man.

You meet a beautiful woman like Maya and you won't let her in.

Just get over me, OK?

OK.

I'll try.

ANTONY: Hi. Dinner won't be long.

OK.

RAISED VOICES

BUZZING

Lauren?

DOOR SLAMS

SIGHS

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh, hi.

Hi.

What's wrong?

I... Come on in.

Go through.

I can't be home any more. I just can't.

SHE SOBS

Can I get you a drink? You like whiskey, right?

Yeah. Make it a large.

Ice? No ice.

You're not joining me? Er... I don't drink.

Oh, did you have a bit of an issue?

HE LAUGHS Sorry.

No, it's fine. No issue.

I just was quite drunk the night that Simone was murdered,

and I guess I always associate it with that.

Plus, I see what it does to the human body every day. Sorry.

I don't wanna put you off.

You look like you need this. Yeah.

Better? Hm.

Yeah. I'm just sick of being lied to.

I feel like you're the only person who's actually being honest with me.

Oh, please don't say that, Lauren.

Why?

Because I've lied to you about something.

It's been eating me alive, and you're gonna be angry.

Well, don't presume. Go on.

I falsified the Rosemary Lockheart suicide report

to make it seem that she carved the triangle mark onto her own thumb.

What?! I just needed to buy myself time to investigate.

I've never done anything like that before in my professional life,

and I'm deeply ashamed. As you should be.

I seem to remember you using police resources

to track your husband down!

That is not the same as falsifying a cause of death to a grieving family.

It does not alter the cause of death.

You only tell me this now? Because I needed to know I could trust you.

And now I... hope that I can.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hi.

Maya.

Sorry, is this a bad time again?

No, no, it's not, erm... that. I'm...

I was just with Inspector...

Lauren. You've met before.

Yeah, I remember.

Well... see you around.

Maya.

I am so sorry.

No need to be sorry.

Would you like to stay here tonight?

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