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What I can see? A skull.

Could be male or female.

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

I'm afraid your mum has cancer.

48-year-old Derek Marshall,

reported missing by his sister,
Ann Carson, in 1999.

Blood. You don't think...

that Sue had something to do
with this, do you?

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

if that is what they wish.

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

I can't find any records for Hope
Marshall.

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

That little girl is me.

Jack!

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Most of the blood is concentrated
in two pools on the carpet,

and there's no blood anywhere else
in the room that I can see.

I found the razor
blade on the side table.

So, it would seem she cut her wrist
sitting here

and this is where she bled out.

Same way her husband killed himself.

There is one blood pool under each
wrist, either side of the chair.

It's likely she was sat
in this position for a long time.

Could be she was unconscious.

Perhaps she also took an overdose
of drugs or drink.

There's a smear.

See?

Was she reaching
out for something? But what?

Maybe she knocked this down.

Anything?

There's no blood on it.

Probably written earlier.

Suicide note, perhaps?

Myra, could you bag these, please?

Thanks. Get them back to the lab,

see if I can lift anything from
them. Good.

She was wearing
this when we saw her last.

I wish...

It doesn't matter.

It wasn't your fault.

You kept your promise.

I just wish she could have known
that Hope was all right.

You know, as all right,
as you can be

when you've been
dead for 20 years.

Wouldn't have changed anything.

If we can find out the truth
about what happened to Hope,

then that's still something
good we can do.

How are you holding up otherwise?

Well, you know,

it is what it is.

And how's your mum coping?

The chemo seems to be going
well so far.

I'm doing OK.

You've been at the hospital
all night. Now you're here.

You have to look after yourself
as well.

I will.

I am.

Circulatory collapse due
to significant blood loss,

leading to cardiac arrest as the
cause of death.

She chose to die in exactly the same
way as her husband.

That says a lot.

I think so, yes,

but if you look closely, there's
a distinct lack of hesitation marks,

and I might expect to see at least

a few in a suicide
attempt of this type.

None at all.
Not one, no.

Mind you, they're not
always present.

Also, whilst the direction
of the cuts themselves

is consistent with what I'd expect
to see,

a right-handed person like Sue would
naturally use more force

with her right, her dominant hand,
less with her left. Mm.

Just here...

the wounds are identical.

Almost too perfect to be true.

Murder dressed up as a suicide.

Hope's scan shows
enlarged lymph nodes

and spleen consistent
with leukaemia.

She was ill.

Yes, but not to the extent I'd
expect to see

in someone who died
of the disease.

You don't think the leukaemia
killed her?

I'm not sure there's any way
of telling definitively.

Not after all this time.

Not after the way her body
has been prepared.

Toxicology also shows that Hope
had medicine in her system.

That Hope Marshall doesn't show
up on any hospital records.

Correct.

But Derek and Sue must have got her
help somehow.

Hope had long hair,

so I was able to get a good idea
about how long

she'd been taking the medication.

Around six months, I think.

I think she had a form of acute
myeloid leukaemia.

Eminently treatable.

And yet the drugs in her system

were those often given to manage
cancerous tumours.

Fluorouracil, to be precise.
Entirely the wrong type of cancer.

And whoever they found to help her
got it very wrong.

They didn't help her at all.

These drugs would have made
her very ill.

They would have done absolutely
nothing to make her better.

She didn't have a good death,
I'm afraid.

The clues are all there.

Morphine in her system for at least
two months prior to death.

She was suffering.

I'm afraid she was.

Even if Derek was buying the drugs
on the black market,

surely someone must have diagnosed
Hope initially.

Derek and Sue could
have taken her privately

under the official radar,
using a false name.

Why? Why would they do that?

I don't know,

but I do believe that if they'd got
her some proper treatment...

Hope might have lived.

And her heart, 292.

That's odd.

Thomas, Hope's scan results are
back.

Clarissa, sorry. I need DCI Raymond
on the phone.

What's wrong?
The uterus is nulliparous.

Cervical os
is small and circular.

No caesarean scar.

It's seems like she's never
given birth.

Hope isn't her child?

We compared Hope's DNA to that of
Sue and Derek,

and neither of them
were her biological parents.

Was she adopted?

No records of that.

Illegal adoption?
Did they buy her?

The illegal
route sounds more feasible.

And that's a good reason

not to register with any
hospitals or schools.

They didn't want to draw
any attention to her.

Any leads as to who she might be?

We've got DNA, but she's not
on any database.

Right.

Well, what about Sue Marshall's
death?

Yeah, the razor blade has Sue's
prints on,

but it looks like they were
deliberately placed there.

Not consistent with Sue
holding the blade herself.

Anything else? We know the front
door was locked

from the inside as we had to
break it open ourselves.

So, the only way out was
via the bedroom window.

This was the only window
left unlocked.

No signs of forced entry
anywhere else. Fingerprints?

Yeah, just a partial print

I lifted from the frame of
the window next to the door.

Did you run it through the system?
I have.

No matches, I'm afraid.

OK. Let's see what else we can find
to identify Hope.

If she was bought illegally,

there may be some sort
of money trail.

Thanks.

Carla. Hi.

I'm Dr Alexander.

I'm taking your DNA swabs.

Would you like to sit down?

It's very quick.

Just on the inside of your mouth,
if that's OK.

Yeah.

That's it.

All done. DI Raymond will be in
touch in a couple of days.

Thank you.

Wait.

This... Me.

At least, I think it's me.

Thank you.

Can you tell me about
your sister-in-law's pregnancy?

What do you mean? Was it normal?

How did she look?
How did she behave?

Well, I didn't see her very much.

Hardly at all, in fact.

So, it would surprise you to know
that Sue was never pregnant,

that Hope wasn't their child.

No. No, that can't be true.

Your brother never told you, then?
I thought you were close?

Well... that would have been Sue.

She was always trying
to drive a wedge between us.

How can...

How can you lie about a thing
like that to everybody?

And no-one else ever asked
where this baby came from?

How should I know?

I mean, Sue was always a fantasist.

I mean, I'm not surprised
it was all a pack of lies.

A fantasist in what way?

Oh, well...

Jealous, possessive.

Always making up stories
about Derek, all in her head.

Derek was my brother,

but she treated me
like I was the other woman.

Did you think Derek
was having an affair?

I don't know.

Probably. She wasn't
just possessive about Derek.

She was, erm, controlling Hope too.

They hardly went out at all,
either of them.

Well, people can be overprotective
about their kids.

We found glasses with Derek.

But he's not wearing any
in these photos.

Oh, well, he didn't, he didn't...

he didn't like them. He only,
he only wore them for reading.

Is this your boy,
the one in Australia? Yeah.

That's Mark. Is he your only one?

Yeah. My husband died
before he was born,

so there wasn't a chance
for any more.

I'm sorry. It must be very hard
since he moved abroad.

Yeah. Yeah, it broke my heart.

They're two different girls.

The resemblance is remarkable
though, identical to the naked eye,

when in actuality, they're not.

Hope had a small mole
on her left cheek.

Her eyes are slightly wider apart,
Carla's nose is slightly rounder.

Her hairline is also a slightly
different shape. They're twins, surely?

I mean, statistically speaking,
there's roughly a one in a trillion chance

of two complete strangers
having matching facial features.

Not only do the two girls
share the same DNA,

they also have the same genetic
mutations that are thought

to contribute
to childhood leukaemia.

Hope was Carla's
identical twin sister?

A twin she didn't even know
she had.

Wow.

Mum? Just tell them.

Tell them what you told me.

She was snatched...

from Travis Maternity Hospital.

Your baby was abducted?

They never found her.

My twin sister.

"18-year-old new mother woke to find
one of her baby twin girls gone."

Poor woman.

Can you imagine losing a baby
like that?

Certainly puts things
into perspective.

"The Travis Maternity Hospital
was undergoing renovation works."

So, it would have been
even more chaotic.

"They failed to secure the building
when they realised

"the baby was gone."

Grace?

Why didn't you tell Carla
about her twin?

In my experience, erm,

an abduction like this
defines a family forever.

It's, erm...

like a shadow
that never goes away.

I'd just done my 14th birthday
when the girls were born.

I thought you were 18
when you had me.

My parents were ashamed
of how young I was.

They couldn't bear
all the questions, all the probing.

They just wanted it to go away.

So...

the police kept my real age
out of the papers.

And, erm..

I just wasn't ever allowed
to talk about it to anybody.

From that day on, I was 18,

whether I liked it or not.

Can you tell us any more
about the abduction?

The babies were tiny.
I had a really hard labour,

I nearly didn't make it. And, erm...

she was just one day old
when they took her.

Went to sleep, she was there.

And I woke up and...

and she was gone.

I was utterly alone
and, and completely overwhelmed.

I just, I just remember
I kept saying...

"There were two of them."

But the doctors and the...

and the police... they could
barely look me in the eye,

never mind keep me informed.

Everything went through my parents.

They made all the decisions
and I was just told nothing.

If it was one of mine
I would keep looking.

I would never give up.

I was a kid.

I was a kid with a newborn baby
to look after.

I didn't know what I was doing.
It was just too much.

But I never stopped looking.
Never.

Still, even now, 30 years later, I see
someone who looks a bit like you and I...

I think, "Maybe..."

It never gets any less painful.

How could I burden her
with that pain?

We have some information
for you both.

It's not good news, I'm afraid.

We think we may have identified
the woman who stole your baby

and brought her up as her own
daughter. You, you found...

you found my baby?
Is she all right?

She passed away when she was 12.

Oh! I'm so sorry.

Well, look at that.

What? I've found some big cash
withdrawals that Sue made

straight after the house was sold.

It amounts to £10,000.

A few days later, Paul Simmons
paid in two lots of £5,000,

cash, to his own account.

Our resident concrete expert.
He had the knowledge and the access

to the car park work site.

Thanks, Colette.

Is that what she gave you the ten
grand for?

Disposing of her husband's
dead body?

No, it was my money.
She gave it back to me.

End of. You said you didn't lend
to mates.

Well, I don't, after that.

All very well for to him
to kill himself,

but the rest of us still
have bills to pay.

Well, who said he killed himself?

Pretty good at mixing cement,
aren't you? It is my job.

Do you remember these?

We found them in your mate's
home-made tomb.

The one with the perfectly
mixed cement?

They're not mine.

Well, they weren't Derek's.

Derek's long sighted,

but these are for
a short sighted person, like you.

We managed to lift the DNA profile
from skin cells on the arms

of these glasses. I think the swab
will prove they're yours.

Then we can place you at the scene.

Did they get caught in Derek's
body when you dropped him in?

I couldn't afford
to lose that money.

How else was I going to get it back?

Sue had already been through so much
with Hope's illness,

when she found Derek dead, she...

she freaked out.

She just left him there
in the bath for days.

Go on.

He left her in so much debt,

she needed the insurance
money to survive.

She had this crazy idea
that she could cover up the suicide

and dump the body.

She...

tried to cut his hands off.

But she couldn't.

That's when she called me.

Couldn't believe my eyes
when I got round there.

It was like a blood-bath.

And, at that point, you didn't think
to call the police?

How could I do that to her?

Took his body to the car park
and I covered it up with concrete.

Got your ten grand back
in the process.

Paul Simmons, you will be
charged with preventing the lawful

and decent burial of a dead body.
Oh, no.

There was one more thing.

Did you work on the refurbishment
of the Travis Maternity Hospital

when a baby was stolen in 1987?

No, I didn't.

But...

Derek did.

Oh, it's all right.
They've took her for an X-ray.

Thank you. Oh, they know how to put
the wind up you, don't they?

Are you the one she... Yeah,
she's got a good right hook on her.

I'm so, so sorry.
It's all right.

She didn't dislodge anything.

Well, the apple never falls
very far from the tree.

Good for you.
Shows there's a bit of fight there.

I wish my mum would holler
like yours sometimes.

Hello, Mum.

She's not had a great day.

I'm sure she's happy
to see you though.

How are you feeling, Mum?

Do you need a drink?

Or anything?

There you are, Penny.

It hurts.

I know. You've done really well.

Is the doctor available? I'd like an
update, if possible.

She'll be doing the rounds later on.

I'll ask her to pop in.

Erm, Miss Coleman,

she did tell you about
Mum's prognosis, didn't she?

Don't worry, we're not holding
out any false hope.

OK, just wanted to check that you
understood the reality of it.

I'm a doctor.

I understand perfectly.
Thank you.

"I'm a doctor." Of forensics.

"Not holding out any false hope."
What's that supposed to mean?

You've given up on her. Hey, hey.

Do not take this out on me.

Let's... let's just...

Let's just wait
until we've had a proper update.

From a proper doctor.

I don't need to. I read her notes.

And? Her creatinine level is
increasing,

which means her kidneys are failing.

Her blood pressure's dying,

and her liver function
tests continue to rise.

Her body's...

shutting down.

You knew it wasn't going to be easy.

But this is what you decided to do.

Right?

"Keep trying."

"Never give up."

I had that conversation
with her a long time ago.

Clarissa, you were very different
people then.

Lost something? Huh, just had Sue
Marshall's tox report back.

Shows evidence of sedation.

That's why she didn't move.

That's what I'm thinking.
How was it administered?

Not sure.

Just checking to see if any bruising
has appeared postmor...

postmortem.

Now, there we are.

Administered by needle.

Is that Grace Beaty?

This is the CCTV
from outside Sue's flat.

The timeframe fits. That's
around the time we estimate Sue's

death to have been.
Grace had motive.

Sue took her baby.
She also has opportunity.

She was there at the time.
We have her on CCTV.

Grace couldn't have known
it was Sue who took her baby.

She didn't know.

Why should she be punished?
It's not fair.

You OK?

Feel so at home here among the dead.

Never bothered me.

But the dying...

No-one warned me this was going
to be so difficult.

She's your mum.

You can't help thinking,
"What would I would have become

"with a different mum,
with a different upbringing?"

My mum gave me all that
tough love when I was a child.

There was never
any room for self-pity.

God knows what I would have
ended up as if she hadn't.

School was tough,
girls weren't always nice,

and the teachers were well-meaning.

I'd cry every day.
Didn't want to go.

Mum would just coax me
through the school gates.

"Come on, it'll be all right."

Sweet weren't allowed at school.

Nothing fun ever was.

You'd get a detention if you were
caught.

Before she left me every day,

Mum would slip a toffee
into my pocket.

My fingers to her lip,
and say, "Sh."

My day ever got too bad,

sneak that toffee out,
and it was glorious.

And eat it and think of Mum,
and it was like our little secret.

Our victory.

How is she?

Confused.

And in pain.

Makes me wonder why I'm putting
her through it all.

You're doing
the best you can for her.

You're a wonderful daughter.

I'm not so sure.

Wonder who'll look after me
when I'm an old lady.

Who will my Clarissa be?

We'll be looking after each other.

Drunk in an old people's home
somewhere, giving the staff hell.

Thought I was supposed
to be the victim here.

I'm very sorry,
but this is a murder enquiry.

Can't believe you're doing this.
This is ludicrous.

I was only there because I got
a note to meet somebody

about the baby.
They didn't turn up.

They never do. Why didn't you
mention this before?

Had a lot on my mind.

Can I have the note?

Yeah.

Not as often as they used to,
but they still come, occasionally.

It was just another hoax.

Right. Can I have, erm...? Uh-huh.

Thank you.

I'm glad she's dead.

Sorry.

You OK?

Yeah.

Just a bit light-headed, tired,
that's all.

Shall I get you, erm...?
I don't need a nurse, Max.

I meant some chocolate.

Had one of those days today, Mum.

I guess your day
wasn't much better.

If it's time to stop...

please, Mum...

give me a sign, just a small sign.

I don't want you
to suffer like this.

I don't know what to do.

Who will look after...

my Clarissa?

You won't be much use to her
if you don't eat.

Not much use to her anyway.

Remember when I asked her?

If I could marry you?

She gave you such a grilling.

I thought you were going to give up
on the whole thing. Nearly did.

I remember exactly what she said.

She said...

"I'd say to take care of Clarissa.

"But she won't let you do that.

"And I'd say to always
put her first.

"But she won't have any of that,
either.

"Don't ever tell her want to do,
Max.

"She'll do the exact opposite."

Doesn't sound like me at all.

Her only advice was that we should
stick together. And...

she also told me that it was now
my job to tell you

when you're being pig-headed.

You being pig-headed.

And, whatever you do,

don't eat this.

Grace was telling the truth
about the note,

and there's no forensic evidence
to place her

at the scene of Sue's death -
wasn't her fingerprint.

Derek's death, Hope's abduction,
Sue's murder. They're all connected.

Does make me wonder if someone
killed Sue to stop her revealing

the truth about the baby though.

I've been looking at the evidence
again and I'm wondering

if the person we're looking for has
some kind of medical background.

Medical? Why?

We found meds in Hope's system.

So, someone sourced and administered
those drugs.

And we know from the bruising
around the injection site

that Sue was sedated via syringe.

I identified the substance Clarissa
lifted from Sue's clothes.

It's a glycerol-based compound.

Like the one Adam Brookham uses
in his cryogenics process?

Identical, in fact.

Trace amounts likely transferred
accidentally through contact.

The medical link could point to
Adam too.

After all, he knows about anatomy,
came from a medical background,

and he has access to purchasing
all sorts of chemicals and drugs.

Why not for fluorouracil?

Adam's known Sue
for more than 20 years.

He certainly knew all about
Hope's illness.

Could he have been there
when Sue died?

Sue's phone records have been
released.

Her last contact was a text message
she sent. Guess who it was to.

Well, let's bring him in.

It's a message from Sue,

but I didn't see it
for at least an hour or so.

This is a partial fingerprint we
found outside Sue Marshall's flat.

It is yours, so we can put
you at the scene.

I was there. I won't deny it.

I thought the message was odd,
so I went to check on her.

"Come quickly.
I want to be with Hope."

I looked through the window.

I saw that she was dead and...

there was nothing
I could do for her.

Call an ambulance?

Call the police?

Some people will stop at nothing
to try and discredit my work.

I didn't want to give them
any more ammunition.

Why did she contact you?

To begin the process.

But it was too late.

There was nothing I can do
for somebody that far gone.

So, I left her there. I thought it
best not to get involved.

You've got quite a history
of that, haven't you?

Looking the other way.

If you're talking about a poor woman
driven to take her own life, I think

I would look a little closer
to home. Oh, yeah?

Sue Marshall was pretty upset when
she thought

you wanted to hurt her daughter.

Only Hope wasn't her daughter.

What?

She was snatched from her real
family when she was a baby.

I don't know about that.

And Sue didn't take her own life.

She was murdered.

Look, I didn't go inside the house.

I looked through the window
and then I left.

If I thought she had been murdered,

of course I would've called
the police.

Oh, that's very decent of you.
The fact is you knew

a young girl had died
in suspicious circumstances,

but you took the body. That's
perverting the course of justice.

No, hang on a second.

I have not committed a crime!

I've been looking
through your records.

You order cancer drugs on
a regular basis, don't you?

Including fluorouracil.
We're a research company.

We have vast amounts of cancerous
tissue to do research on.

Did you supply the Marshalls
with fluorouracil for Hope? What?

No!

I think you did.

Was Sue Marshall about to confess
everything you'd done together?

She just made contact
with Hope's birth mother.

Was she about to tell everyone
that you froze Hope

before she was dead?
That would be murder!

Did you? No!

But it is your ultimate
ambition, isn't it?

You were working with a child
nobody knew existed.

You could pretty much do what you
wanted. Was she your lab rat?

Adam Brookham, I'm arresting you

for conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice

and the suspected murder
of Sue Marshall.

Hi, can I help me?

I'm Ann Carson. Erm...

Thomas Chamberlain asked me
to come and sign some papers

to release my brother's body. Right.

Thomas isn't here right now.

Should I come back?
That might be best, if that's OK.

I'll get him to call.

I'm just quite keen to lay my
brother's body to rest.

I don't like the idea of
him being in here.

Maybe then we can all move on.

You've had a lot of shock recently,

especially finding out that Hope
was...

It's a... it's an awful time
for everyone involved.

Yeah. Especially for that poor mum.

Losing a baby like that, she was
just a schoolgirl herself.

It's terrible.

Maybe they... maybe they were
trying to help her in some way.

Sorry, are you OK?

Ch..chest

Here. Sorry, on my chest.

Let me help.

Does it feel like
you're having a panic attack?

OK. Just it's going to pass.
All right?

Nothing's going to happen. I'm going
to stay with you. OK?

Just try and breathe with me.

OK?

Slowly. In, out.

That's it.

In... out.

OK?

Just feeling better?

I'm so sorry.

Don't be silly. You're having a
stressful time at work.

Well, in truth, it's my mum.

She's...

She's dying.

I'm so sorry.

End-stage cancer.
That is so stressful.

You're a good person to have around
in a crisis.

I'll remember that.

You must be medically trained.

Erm...

I'm a...

an accountant.

The only thing I can resuscitate
are your books!

You, er, seemed
so confident though.

Erm, well, I did dip
my toe into nursing.

You know, many moons ago. Erm...

I did a little training,
but it wasn't for me.

I suppose that sort of training
stays with you. Yeah. Suppose so.

You've hurt your hand.

I burned myself. How did you do it?

Boiling water.

I wasn't paying attention.

It's this business with my brother.

Finding out that he...

he took his own life.

It's changed everything.

I'm sure it has.

Erm...

it's just a thought,
about your poor mum.

I've got a friend who has links to
a pharmaceutical company.

I mean, maybe my friend
could get her onto

one of these new drugs trials,
you know,

they're extremely difficult
to get onto.

Maybe...

I could pull a few strings?

Did your friend get cancer
drugs for Hope too?

Sorry, I don't understand.

You know, someone gave Hope
the wrong cancer treatment.

If they'd given her
the right medication,

she could have been saved.

Listen, your mum is really sick,

by the sound of things.

I wouldn't leave it too long.

I don't believe it.

We need to talk.

There was no way Ann could have
known Grace was a schoolgirl

when she gave birth.
It wasn't in any of the papers.

The only way she could have known
is by being there.

And look. Look at the health
visitor's comments.

"Newly widowed. I'm concerned about
Ann's capability

"to look after this newborn son
and seven-month-old little girl

"she's already taking care of."

Ann is the link to Adam Brookham.

She had fertility treatment there.

That's how she gave birth
to her only son, Mark.

Clarissa, what are you doing?

I did some digging around last
night. Ann was an agency nurse

back in the day and did, in
fact, take some shifts

at the Travis Maternity Hospital

while she was training.
Ann knew the hospital.

She had the uniform.

She could have blended in.

What if she snatched Hope
with Derek?

That's quite a leap. Is it?

We know Ann wanted children and must
have had problems conceiving.

Her husband died, along with
her chances of conceiving naturally.

Maybe she killed Sue to stop
her revealing the truth.

Ann always thought
she was a loose cannon.

She was incensed by the way
that Derek's body had been treated.

If she knew that was Sue... Ann has
an alibi for the time of the murder.

I had it checked out.
Check it again.

She's had medical training.
She had access to drugs.

It all fits. We have Adam Brookham
in custody for Sue's murder.

We have his fingerprint
at the scene.

Maybe he didn't go inside
the flat, just as he claimed.

What are you asking?

Ann has a bandage on her right hand.

She says it's a burn. What if she
cut herself when she murdered Sue?

OK, stop.

I interviewed her the day
after the murder.

There was no bandage on her hand.

Well, it could have been a small cut
that became infected later on.

Clarissa! You are duty-bound
to investigate this case to the best

of your ability, and that includes
following up on my leads!

You had fertility treatment
with Dr Adam Brookham.

Is that correct?

I miscarried three babies.

Three.

It's not a crime, is it?

I want to have a family.
And Adam Brookham helped you.

Yes.

He's a brilliant man.
He's brilliant.

I wouldn't have my son
if it wasn't for him.

I owe him everything.

Did you introduce
Sue and Derek to Adam?

Yeah. Erm...

Adam came to my son's first
birthday party.

You trained as a nurse,
I understand.

Yes, for a couple of years.
Erm, it wasn't for me.

I didn't even fully qualify.

Did you work at
the Travis Maternity Hospital?

Yes. When you, when you're a trainee,
you have to move around and we all

had to do shifts on maternity.

The health visitor's report from
after your son was born states

there was a seven-month-old
little girl living with you.

Oh, yes. Yes. Hope.

So, why was Hope living with you?

Well, I told you, Sue was a mess.

I was just being kind.

I wanted to take the pressure
off my brother.

And then, when Mark came along,
I couldn't cope with both.

So, Derek took Hope back home.

Sorry, what...

what is all this about?

Would you mind removing the bandage
from your hand, please?

Why?

Well, I'm interested to see
how you hurt it.

It's... it's a burn.

Well, then our police surgeon
can remove it for you

and we'll get all this
cleared up straight away.

All right.

She'll even put on a fresh one
for you.

Satisfied now?

I am so sorry to have troubled you.

Look, I'm not going to tell
Thomas about this.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Then why did you come directly
to me with your theory?

Why didn't you go through him?

Clarissa...

I know you've got stuff going on,

but you need to sort yourself out.

Thanks.

Come on, then.

If it was Thomas she'd called and
not me, you'd be getting

the third degree by now.

Why can't you all just let me
get on with my work?

You should be spending all your time
with your mum while you still can.

She doesn't even know
who I am, Jack.

She barely knows who she is.
What are we meant to do?

Just stare each other in silence
day after day?

I don't even get to say goodbye
to her, because she's already gone.

It makes no difference
to her if I'm there or not.

But it makes a difference to you.

You won't get this time again.

Don't live with regret.
She's your mum.

I thought you, of all people,
had my back.

I'm sorry.

Clarissa, what can I do for you?

I think I should take some time off.

OK. OK, I'll arrange
cover from... from tomorrow.

Take as long as you need, yeah?
We're here whenever you need us.

Need a hand?

Ever since I was little...

it's always just been me and Mum.

She's the one constant I've had.

Soon, she won't be here any more.

And it's sort of terrifying.

Yeah.

I got your back.

It's a match, wild parsnip sap.

I've called DI Raymond.

I don't... I don't understand.
Well, you can clearly see

wild parsnips stems broken
beneath Sue's window.

The sap is highly toxic.

If it comes into contact
with the skin when exposed to bright

sunlight, skin will burn
horribly and blister.

That's why Ann's burn
didn't show up immediately.

And why her hand wasn't bandaged
when DI Raymond

interviewed her the next day.

Ann must have left via the window,

broken the stems and the sap
transferred to her hand.

Oh, this area. Brilliant,
thank you so much.

Right, Scott, around the back.
Paul, with me.

Mrs Carson! It's the police!

OK. Paul.

Right. Quinn, upstairs. Gov.
Check in there.

Clear, Gov!

Clear, Gov!

Clarissa, yeah, I need your help.

OK, hold on.

I'll wager this will have traces of
sedative and Sue's blood on it.

Good.

Put out a call to pick her up.

- But she's disappeared, Gov.
- I might have something.

Come on, Clarissa,
what can you give me?

Ann doesn't know she needs to
hide, so her mobile's on.

I'm tracking her GPS.

Honing in on the signal now.

She's at Heathrow Airport,
Terminal 5.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome aboard this flight...

Flight time is an hour
and 15 minutes.

Police! Coming through!

Excuse me! Get out of the way,
please! Thank you.

Thank you very
much, ladies and gents.

Please can you make sure
your seat belts

are securely fastened,
tray tables stowed away,

and your seats are in the upright
position for take-off?

There will shortly be a safety
demonstration.

In the meantime, please study your
safety card in your seat back.

Ann Carson, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of the murder

of Sue Marshall,
and for the abduction

and unlawful death
of Hope Marshall.

It's like she's been here waiting
for me all this time.

What am I supposed to do now?

I don't want to leave her here,

all alone in this cold place.

You can...

You can only do what feels
right for you and for Hope.

That's not her name.

Her name's Rebecca.

I think I'd like Rebecca
to rest in peace now.

The treatment's
taking its toll on Mum.

It's time...

to stop it now.

I don't know
how to do this.

I'm going to get some coffee.

Thanks.

Clarissa...

Hey, Mum.

I know you're frightened
of leaving me alone, Mum.

But it's OK.

I'll be OK.

Because of everything
you taught me...

I can take care of myself now.

And I want to say thank you.

Clarissa.

Hello, Mum.

Frank...

You can't leave that baby alone
for five minutes.

Can you? Not for five minutes.

You're besotted with her.

Daddy's girl.

Sh!

Toffee.

I love you, Mum.

♪ Sweetheart,
would you wake up today?

♪ I promise you would
recognise my face

♪ I want to show you how I've grown
in this place

♪ In this place

♪ I'm not alone
and I know I'll be OK

♪ But it's always hard when
the winter comes to stay

♪ And I can't help remember
all the words I never said

♪ It's killing me
that you're not here with me

♪ I'm living happily

♪ But I'm feeling guilty

♪ Oh, you won't believe

♪ The wonders I can see

♪ This world is changing me

♪ But I love you faithfully

♪ Yeah, it's killing me

♪ That you're not here with me

♪ I'm living happily

♪ But I'm feeling guilty

♪ Oh, you won't believe

♪ The wonders I can see

♪ This world is changing me

♪ But I love you faithfully. ♪