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I'm taking some blood, Mark,

to check your viral load and your T-cell count.

I know.

OK.

Would you step on the scales, please?

What does it say?

57 kilos. Mark has been HIV-positive for five years,

with symptoms of AIDS for two.

Come and look into this, Mark.

Can you read from the chart for me, Mark?

X...

L... V...

B... L... I... N... D... I can't go any further.

- It's all right. - No, it's not "all right", actually!

I just so happen to be going blind.

♪ Testator Silens

♪ Costestes e Spiritum...

♪ Silentium... ♪

- Hi, darling. - Hi, Mum.

Mmm!

In dealing with bodies, you must remember

you still have an ethical responsibility as a doctor.

You must be able to account for your actions with a dead person,

as you would for a live person.

This is where the action is.

The bodies are stored in these drawers,

and... I'm going to hand you over to Fred now.

Thank you very much.

Have you all seen a dead body?

If not, stand near me - I'm good at catching

He'll be home soon. He had a hospital appointment.

- Want a drink? - No. No, thanks.

Yes, OK. Thanks.

Do you like punts?

I can take them or leave them.

I'm going to take the baby on one.

- Can you pole? - Well, I'll have to.

Unless YOU come?

My idea of a day off isn't poling you and your baby down the Cam.

So what IS?

..I've got to get those samples down to Toxicology.

Er, I was just passing - I've got a meeting,

but afterwards...

do you want lunch at the Riverside?

Yeah, great.

Hi! Look who's here!

Hello, Mark.

Hello, Craig.

I'll go and get the salmon.

Give here.

- I was only... - You'll get it soon enough.

Are you any better?

No.

I'm iller.

All right?

Yes, I'm all right, Trevor.

Busy?

..Yes.

How was Peter Ross?

You could have stayed and asked him yourself.

Yeah... I could.

So... your little black dress wasn't a complete failure, then?

There?

Higher.

There?

Lower.

Are you having me on?

Never.

Liar.

WHEEZING

- Are you all right? - Of course.

- Maybe we should call it off? - No! I want this party.

Why not wait?

Smile.

It's a 40th birthday party. I'm 40.

We've got all the drink, the banner's up... let's just do it.

- Leo. - Hello, Doctor.

- I brought him his present. - Come in.

Got a girlfriend?

No-one special.

- What happened to Anna? - That was years ago.

You seen anyone from school?

No. You?

I avoid people from Cambridge. They're all... wankers.

Eat a bit more, Mark.

I'm not hungry.

He has to eat 3,000 calories a day...

Mum!

Classy!

Leo... go and put the kettle on.

So... how are you?

WHEEZES Spiffing.

Liar.

There.

Happy birthday.

- Got a job? - Yeah.

In forestry management.

So... what do you know about managing forests?

- I'm learning. - No, I can't believe you.

Why did Mum and Dad spend all that money on your schooling?

Same as you. So I could get a job.

As a... woodcutter?

- What's the matter with you? - Nothing.

- So get a proper job! - I've got a job.

One fitting your education, not being ordered about by some oik!

- She'll only have YOU... - Leave it, Mark!

Well, why not say it straight?

When I die...

When I die, she'll only have YOU!

Yeah, of course! You're such a responsible son!

Why are you dying, Mark? Is it anything I did? Or Mum did?

Or was it something YOU did?!

So...

now we have it.

My brother... who hates queers.

Doctor Ryan.

Peter's been held up by his committee. He asked me to apologise for him.

Never mind.

- Why don't we have a drink, anyway? - I'm sure you've better things to do.

No! What would you like?

Mark! Did you HAVE to?

- I haven't got time for lies, Mum. - I didn't expect an argument.

I was telling him straight! Someone's got to tell him.

He's got to grow up.

It's something else. What is it?

A... complication.

Yes, I know, I should have told you before

I've got CMV-it's a virus. It can turn up anywhere in the body.

In my particular case it's in the eyes.

It means I'm going blind.

- What was Peter like as a DS? - Ambitious. Clever.

Hmm, nothing changes.

We all change in 12 years.

We thought he'd be married by now.

- Who's we? - All the guys in our old nick.

..Actually, girls.

- He doesn't give much away. - No.

Married to the job.

I'm sure he has women friends, but he doesn't talk about them.

- You know him well. - Only at work.

Mind you, we spend enough time there.

..How do you find a man who puts up with your job?

They don't tend to sleep very well at night!

Well, this IS a surprise. When did I last see you?

- Oh, I dunno. Christmas? - No, it was the one before.

Your brother brought that friend from London.

- So how is he? - He died.

Er, I meant Mark.

- He's not well... you know. - Yeah, I know.

Come through.

- Are you going out? - Yeah, a 40th birthday party.

It's all right, I've got time.

What'll it be? Whisky? Wine?

What are you having?

- Lemonade. - Fine.

Mark's changed, Danny.

Yeah... I bet.

Is that why you came?

- ..He was never one for self-pity. - Ah, Craig, there are lots of stages.

Self-pity is one...

self-loathing another.

Expert, aren't I?

It's my problem. I have to deal with it, and I do.

So, why the tie?

Got some gorgeous girl waiting for you?

My mum. It was a special lunch.

- She had made a big effort. - Mm... And you too?

Andrew! Sarah!

Ohh...! Thanks for coming.

Ohh, they're LOVELY!

I'll introduce you to everyone.

If you're married to a vicar you must be used to people dressing up!

Are you OK?

Never felt better.

Someone take this bloody chair away!

Do you want a drink?

No... Have YOU had one?

No. Tonight is not a night on which to get drunk.

Tonight is a night to see through clear eyes, to smell every smell,

hear every sound, feel every touch.

Come on, it's my birthday!

Is that champagne decoration or what?! Open!

- I can't do this. - Yes, you can.

Here.

I meant...

live like this.

I know what you meant. I'll help you.

Will you?

- Even when I hurt you? - It's not like that.

- Look how I was with Craig. - He'll understand.

No, he won't. He doesn't know how.

I'm scared, Mum.

I'm eaten up with fear.

I don't want to go blind...

I don't want the pain...

I don't want my insides to fall apart...

I don't want to be poked and prodded like a lump of raw meat.

And that fear...

makes me angry.

Give this to Craig for me.

"Imagination" by Belouis Some

- ..Wonderful! - Birthday boy!

Ahh!

- I thought you weren't coming! - Well...

Thank you. But not now. Who's THIS?

- Craig Tate. - Mark's brother?

- Yeah. - Same eyes.

Where IS the old misery?

Oh, er, he's...

Ill.

Oh. Sorry.

Don't worry!

They're not ALL queer!

Andrew the vicar's not. He's brought his wife to prove it!

- You'll be safe with us. - I'm watching you

Dance, Leo!

..Stop teasing him!

Relax!

Get yourself a drink.

"The Key, The Secret" by Urban Cookie Collective

RETCHING

I'll write a death certificate. Who's his next of kin?

His parents live in Harlow.

I hate this stuff. One size fits all.

Listen, Fred, Trevor and I can manage, you know.

No. We've all got our jobs to do.

- Sam? - Hello, Andrew.

The Evans would like another moment with their son.

He's in the mortuary.

I think it would help them.

- You're late. - My alarm didn't go off.

I'll talk to you later.

What are you doing here?

- You've GOT to see Mark. - We've tried!

- I'm sure he's sorry. - No, you're not,

you just want him to be. It's not the same.

Look, I'm late. I've got to get on with my work.

We expected his death.

We were prepared...

or we thought we were.

- Thank you for letting us do this. - It's what he would have wanted.

It's important.

We learn so much more about HIV and AIDS each time.

So SOME good may come out of his death?

We must get on now.

Of course.

Have you ever lost someone close to you?

Yes, I have.

We're very rational, our family. I've never believed in an afterlife.

Anyway... there's no way you can prepare for the death of your son.

MR EVANS SOBS

Thanks for letting us see him.

There are as many ways of grieving as there are people.

Yes.

It takes a long time.

Doesn't it just?

Come on!

Let's be having you.

Craig, hang on a minute.

You were late again this morning.

- Ten minutes. - You were hung over.

This job is not working out for you.

Go to the office after work today- they'll have your cards made up.

- How do they say he died? - Sudden respiratory collapse.

There's bleeding into the eye and into the buccal mucosa,

which would fit.

The body is emaciated,

which is probably due to an AIDS-related illness.

He has widespread, patchy discolouration of the skin

and lesions looking like Kaposi's sarcoma.

What do you think this is?

Can't be a needle track?

Will you hand me a lens, Fred?

AIDS patients are like pincushions.

No, he had a Hickman line for intravenous medication.

- Anyway, who injects in the foot? - Drug addicts?

There's something in here.

Looks like a... gritty deposit.

Seeds?

I think we should contact the police.

Hello, David. All right?

- Hot off the press. - Mm, great.

Now, there's a puncture mark.

It's very faint.

- What do you reckon? Diabetic needle? - Got to be.

There we are, Susan.

Tea bags, I'm afraid.

Thanks. I never drank tea before I came to England.

How is everyone?

- Jane was asking for you. - I'll see her first.

Tony's better.

Brian says he wants to give up the AZT.

Oh... I saw Mark Tate.

He's very low. Would you go and see him?

Yes, I will.

I'm arranging a service for Stuart Evans.

Of course... I'm sorry.

It's funny. I worry about their medicine,

- you worry about their spirit. - We fret over what we can't control.

We can't control any of it.

Oh, that's a thought which doctors are bound to reject.

Why?

Because we intervene. It's the nature of the job.

I'll drink this as I go round. Come on, chop-chop.

- Was he an intravenous drug user? - No evidence.

Does using that needle imply expert knowledge?

Not if you're a diabetic.

Is he?

No. If he were, he wouldn't inject his foot.

Could he have injected himself at all?

AIDS made him weak.

Could it have been done when he was asleep?

Maybe.

- The needle prick wouldn't wake him? - It might have done.

..What's the point of using a diabetic needle?

Exactly that. The point.

Diabetic needles are very fine.

To avoid detection, you'd inject yourself here.

But they HAVEN'T avoided detection.

Only because his family donated his body to medical research.

- That it? - No.

We found some particles in his mouth. Possibly seeds.

- A meal? - No, it didn't look like food

and he hadn't swallowed it.

So, a man who is dying of AIDS is injected with we don't know what,

his mouth is filled with seeds and... then he dies?

Rachel, make some gentle enquiries about Stuart Evans.

The family?

No. If it had been them, they wouldn't have donated his body.

OK.

See if there's a reason why someone would want to kill a dying man.

- Um, I'm sorry about lunch yesterday. - Oh, that's all right.

Tomorrow?

I'm warned for Chelmsford Crown Court.

- Well... - I'll be away all week.

- Yep, OK. - So, let's do it when I come back?

- Doctor de Groot? - Yes?

- DI Rachel Selway. Police. - What is it?

I wanted to ask a few questions about Stuart Evans.

Not now. Come back in the morning.

It won't take a minute.

How's that?

- Fine. - Push the button.

Hello. My name is Mark David Tate.

This film is a sort of living will,

a testimony about myself that I want to set down.

I have to make this tape and this statement now,

before I'm incapable.

The... future for me is very... bleak.

I'm going blind, which is humiliating for a photographer...

..I'm in great pain.

I know what comes next - I've seen others die.

Soon I'll be unable to walk.

I have trouble keeping food down... KNOCK ON DOOR

CAR PHONE RINGS Hello.

- Hi, it's me. - Hi.

We've got a result on those particles in Evans' mouth.

- Go on. - Lavandula angustifolia.

Lavender seeds?

- That's right. - Anything else?

- There was alcohol in his system. - He held a party before he died.

30mlg. Not enough to kill him.

And there were traces of a muscle relaxant -tubocurarine.

Not party stuff.

No. And that's not all.

He was FULL of diamorphine. No impurities.

- So it came from a medical source? - Yes. The real stuff.

800mg per litre.

Stuart Evans had enough diamorphine in him to stun a rhino.

He couldn't have taken that himself.

Not without passing out. Was there a syringe with the body?

No, I don't think so. Thanks, Trevor.

- How was the case? - Exhausting.

Where are you now?

Nearly home. I'll see you tomorrow.

Say hello to Wyn for me.

♪ Daughter of Elysium

♪ Ray of mirth and rapture blended

♪ Godless to thy shrine we come

♪ By thy magic is united

♪ Custom, custom parted wide... ♪

I didn't hear you!

What are you doing?

Singing. I've joined a choir.

Some classes at the evening institute were free to the unwaged.

I had a choice between navigation, French and singing.

Which did you choose

I just wanted to get out and meet people.

Don't let me stop you.

- No, you couldn't stick that noise. - Go on. Don't mind me.

- You'll only laugh at me. - I won't.

I'll make us a drink...

..just in case we need it.

Mark wanted me to give you this.

He died this morning... peacefully, in his sleep.

- We're burying him tomorrow. - Mum, Mum, Mum...

WYN IS SINGING

- Wyn! - I won't be a sec.

I'm washing my hair. Go and have some breakfast.

It's free now.

Wyn, I have to get into the bathroom first. I'm the one rushing to work.

Sorry.

I'll make you a cup of tea while you're in there.

Black tea. You've used up all the milk.

Could you tell Trevor I'll see him at eight?

Evans had many friends.

His closest was his neighbour, Leo Woodward.

- How close? - They weren't an item.

Who benefits from his will?

His parents, an AIDS charity, all small potatoes.

How does Dr de Groot account for him having a needle mark in his foot?

- She can't, sir. - What's she like?

A specialist. She runs a team in an AIDS clinic.

OK. Dig a bit more. And get someone round to Evans' flat.

Sir.

- But Stuart died in his sleep! - He was well enough to hold a party.

It was his birthday! He was 40.

- How long have you known him? - Ooh, years.

- Yeah. How many? - Ten.

I told Stuart when this flat came up for sale.

So you knew him before you came here?

- Yes. - Right.

You never considered sharing with him?

Why would I do that?

Well, er... you know, er...

Were you and Stuart Evans involved with each other?

No. We were just friends.

- So who WAS involved with him? - No-one.

Stuart knew he was HIV-positive for years and he was very responsible.

No-one was "involved" with Stuart except in the strictest sense.

People loved him.

- And you arranged the party for Mr Evans? - Yes.

We'll need a list of everyone who was there.

- I don't think I... - Hang on.

This is a suspicious death, Leo.

You give DC Bolton the names.

OK.

Um...

Jim Spencer... Tom Colne...

Andrew Duffy...

- The vicar? - ..And his wife Sarah.

Were there any dried flowers here?

You know, party arrangements...?

Stuart hated dried flowers.

- Well, why lavender? - Dunno.

Why was it in his mouth?

Someone put it there?

There was no sign of a struggle, no unusual bruising,

- unless... - He was asleep?

Or it was an assisted suicide.

We found a muscle relaxant, professionally given.

Euthanasia?

..He had full-blown AIDS.

- Who would do it? - You'd have to look to the doctor.

Muscle relaxant, diamorphine, access to a diabetic needle...

It is illegal.

Not in Holland, it isn't.

Ah, yes... they do things differently there, don't they?

Will we talk to her?

It's not our place.

Have you mentioned this to Ross?

He'll work it out for himself once he sees the lab report.

Look, I won't accuse another doctor

of assisting in the suicide of a man dying in agony.

If the police want to, that's their business.

O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength.

Glory be to the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost,

as it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be,

world without end, Amen.

Please be seated.

Mark asked that we should read a poem at his funeral.

It's by John Keats and was especially important to him.

Isobel.

"Darling, I listen...

"and, for many a time, I have been... half in love with easeful Death.

"Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

"To take into the air my quiet breath;

"Now, more than ever, seems it rich to die,

"To cease upon the midnight...

"with no pain..."

How is she?

She needs to rest.

What's that?

A few odds and ends of Mark's.

You know, I as good as told Mark he deserved to die.

That was the last conversation we had.

But you didn't mean it?

How will HE ever know?

"More things are wrought by prayer than this world knows of."

Yeah, well...

so much for your Bible.

It's only Tennyson.

How long have you been treating AIDS patients?

Since I worked in Amsterdam in the Eighties.

Did you know Stuart Evans well?

This work pushes people together - yes.

He held a party before he died. Were you there?

No.

Where were you when he died?

Presuming he died during the night, I was at home asleep.

Were you alone?

Yes.

Can you say exactly WHEN he died?

I was called to see him at dawn.

When I got there, he'd been dead for some time.

Some time?

You can't say when?

That's the area of Forensic Pathology, Inspector.

I'm sorry, it's out of my field.

Well, she says she didn't do it.

- Alibi? - No.

Still, if you've done nothing wrong, you don't need one.

Why do we think she killed him?

Opportunity.

She had the skills required.

No. WHY? Profit?

Pity. Caring for her patient.

She'd see it as an extension of her job.

Then there must have been others. She's worked in this field for years.

Dr de Groot's office? Hospital Registry here. Hi.

Can you give me a list of the patients in Dr de Groot's clinic?

..Yes, thanks.

Oh, and for the last 12 months as well, please.

- Is it about your mother? - In a way.

You were good to her when she was dying.

You were able to help her.

Faith helped your mother, not me.

- She was a believer. - And you?

Medicine is about what's in the world.

I am a specialist in the tangible.

Flesh and blood, breathing or not -

that's all there is for us to deal with.

But...?

You wouldn't BE here if there wasn't a "but".

It's not cut and dried.

It's not like a light switch - on and off.

Sometimes people are torn away before their business here is over,

and sometimes we, the essential us, in here,

are ready to die before our body is.

Yes. Sometimes.

It's a very stark view, Sam.

It's meant to be.

The lines are very clear and they shouldn't be crossed.

You deal with the soul and doctors deal with the body.

I'm not sure I follow.

There is a huge temptation for doctors to play God.

However much she thinks she knows best,

a doctor must operate within the legal constraints.

Which means?

Whatever pressure she's under to do otherwise,

she must not control the timing of a patient's death.

She?

- Yes. - Playing God?

If you knew a doctor who was tempted to blur the lines,

you'd be a very good friend if you urged her not to,

no matter how much that offended her sense of humanity.

Stuart Evans' parents rang yesterday. They're quite distressed.

Was there a problem with the postmortem?

Yes.

- Why? - I'm afraid I can't say.

No. No, of course you can't.

OK.

Do we understand each other, Andrew?

Yes, I think so.

- Sir... - Rachel, how is it going?

Two of de Groot's patients died last week.

- Stuart Evans and...? - Mark Tate, 29. AIDS patient.

Then we need his body.

Er, he was buried this morning.

His brother, Craig, was at Evans' party.

A link between the two men.

- Get him in. - OK.

I brought you some things.

- Thanks. - Vitamin pills, ginseng, stuff like that.

Oh...

Great.

What's this?

It's Mark's... Well, WAS Mark's.

- It's a herb pillow. - Lavender.

It'll help you sleep.

Police. We're looking for Craig Tate.

Dope.

We've got some cannabis plants here.

Tony, come and look at this.

There's blood on it.

That's him!

Come on.

You'll have to lay off doughnuts.

- Yes, sir. - I mean it!

Who else is on the list?

Here. We still need Danny Thomas and Cliff Grace.

Well, get on with it.

Sir, Mrs Tate is in the interview room.

Sometimes I hate this bloody job!

Wait outside.

Mrs Tate, do you know where Craig is?

No.

Where does he work?

He worked on the South Estate as a woodcutter.

Worked?

They sacked him. He doesn't have a job now.

About Mark, um... you found his body, didn't you?

Yes.

Was anyone else there?

No. We were alone.

What did you do?

I... rang Dr de Groot.

She came and saw him about half an hour later.

Thank you, Mrs Tate.

Do you know I have permission to exhume Mark's body?

Yes.

Thank you.

De Groot wrote "respiratory failure" on Evans' death certificate.

Most people die of some sort of respiratory failure.

Not this one. It isn't like de Groot to make mistakes.

We all make them!

Even when the patient was full of diamorphine?

She didn't know that!

She was treating him for AIDS, she expected him to die soon.

Doctor de Groot isn't a policeman.

No, but someone with expert knowledge killed Stuart Evans,

and by tomorrow we'll know if they killed Mark Tate.

I thought we were getting away from work.

Sorry.

Are we going to eat?

- Yeah. I know a place up the road. - Where?

It's new. You'll like it. Roses round the door.

A restaurant?!

It's a cottage... about a mile and a half from here.

I bought it.

And you're going to cook for me?

Look, I haven't stood still for 12 years, Sam.

I can fry an egg.

- It's lovely. - It is.

- Peaceful. - Yes.

The garden needs a lot of work.

Do you want to see the house?

Hang on!

Peter, when we were together before,

- I was in love with you. - I know.

- No, REALLY in love with you. - I know.

And work got in the way.

- It WON'T... - Hear me out!

When you thought I screwed up that case, you walked away.

That won't happen again.

- Sometimes you can't help it. - I can't... help... this.

I promise... I will not allow my work to drive us apart again.

Mm...? Hey! I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die.

- Trust me. - No!

♪ Testator Silens

♪ Costestes e Spiritum

♪ Silentium...

♪ Angeli Silens... ♪