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WHISPERS I think they've found something.

ARGH!

HE MOANS WITH PAIN

HE MOUTHS

ARGH!

RUN!

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- What is there? - Double fatal on the bypass

and a 20-year-old who died walking the dog. Dog-walker's mine.

My punishment for my day off?

If you want first choice, come in early.

PHONE RINGS

Forensic Pathology.

Who's calling?..Sam!

Professor Alexander.

Charlie, hello. How are you?

You in Cambridge? How long for?

Oh, I'd love to.

What about tomorrow evening at 8 o'clock?

At my place... Yeah, it's a good idea. I will.

OK. Bye!

- Charlie?! - Professor to you.

I know what he is. I've never thought of him as Charlie.

We're old friends.

His wife and I were at medical school.

- What does he want? - Dinner.

- He'd like you to come. - Really?

ENGINE RUNS

- Now! - There's no time.

- Yeah! - Oh, God!

- Sam! - The results of the PM.

- Definitely suicide. - Terrific!

- The parents think it was accidental. - They're here. Shall I...?

No. I'll talk to them.

- Then the real post mortem begins. - Come for dinner tomorrow.

Trevor'll be there and an old friend of mine.

I'd love to, but my son's here for a few days.

METALLIC HAMMERING

Mm! You're getting better. Is it going to hold?

It'll do the job. Maybe!

When are you going to see sense, Janey?

- You never give up, do you? - No.

I am trying to make this work.

MACHINE FAILS TO START Damn!

You'll be harvesting by hand at this rate.

- You'll get your money. - Oh, yeah.

I'll believe that when I see it.

For God's sake, Phil. We can't afford to lose Owen.

It's a bit late for that now.

We're sunk.

Why didn't you tell me?

- Why? What's it matter? - Come on! We'll stall them.

It's too late.

They can have it after the harvest.

That's always your answer. Build up more debts!

- I'm trying to build SOMETHING! - It's just on and on and ON!

CUP SMASHES Well, why did you bring me here?

MACHINE CLANGS

- Hello, Michael! - Helen! You're early.

Well, I like to think I can still surprise my husband.

- You look great. - Thanks.

- Where's David? - At home.

Is anything wrong?

- Everything's fine. - What's going on?

I was looking forward to seeing him.

I thought we could spend some time together.

Where are you taking me?

"Peacock Suit" by Paul Weller

I don't want you two pushing in.

- Owen. - Al.

- How's it going? - Bastard machine broke down.

The place is falling apart.

Want to work for me?

Right now, I'm the only thing keeping them going.

Found something worth staying for?

I've always liked a challenge.

- Dr Ryan. - Bradley. What's this?

Dead bloke. What do you think?

Dead bloke. No doubt about it.

- You ever seen one like this? - Several.

- He was trying to fix it. - What, he stuck his head under there?

It's perception of risk.

- You think that machine's dangerous? - Too right.

If you used it every day, you'd think that risk had diminished.

- You were brought up in London? - Yeah.

Country people think that's dangerous.

They're not wrong.

At lunch, I had a yoghurt and some sandwiches and biscuits.

I had chocolate with biscuit in.

- A fire engine came and we went in it! - Oh, yeah!

I tried the helmet. It was really heavy.

You had to pretend there was an accident.

I sat in the driver's seat.

- What's going on? - Do you live here?

Yeah, it's my farm. What's going on?

- There's been an accident. - What sort of accident?

If you went to the house...

The left arm, upper body and head have taken most of the damage.

The body's wrapped round the harvester blades

and the blades have passed through into the upper part of the torso.

Two massive wounds across the left side of the chest

and the lower part of the ribcage.

Sugar?

Well, I've put it in anyway. Good for shock.

I'm sorry about the delay. She should be back any moment.

Where were you the last couple of days?

Ah, you know me. Having a good time.

- You look terrible. - Cheers.

You don't know how to enjoy yourself.

CAR DRIVES AWAY

OK, boys.

- Got any tea? - No.

Want a snifter?

When I was a new recruit, Sergeant-Major Grant

took a group of us on exercise in Scotland.

One of the blokes thought he'd be clever,

so he filled up his flask with whisky. Keep himself warm.

When the going gets tough, we need a drink.

All he's got's whisky,

but Grant wouldn't let anyone share their water with him.

He had to lie down in a burn to drink.

And the moral is?

Handle with care.

- Did you see my clients? - They couldn't wait.

Damn!

- Where were you? - Police road block at One Tree Farm.

- Why? - Someone trapped under a harvester.

- Who? - I don't know.

Wait a sec.

Claire Willis. Sorry about the appointment...

- Don't jump to conclusions. - Why not?

I saw him at lunchtime.

TREVOR WHISTLES

- Farm accident. - Ouch!

The body's a well-nourished Caucasian male in his early 30s.

There's a great deal of damage to the upper part of his body.

Two massive lateral cuts to the... chest.

And... on the abdomen.

Consistent with the passage of a sharp-bladed machine over the body.

OK, Fred. Take a picture there, there and here, please.

Mm-hm.

- We doing samples for toxicology? - No. It's pretty straightforward.

I don't want the Coroner screaming about unnecessary bills.

- 8 o'clock? - Yeah, around then.

- What's on the menu? - Haven't decided yet.

- What do you want? - Don't mind.

As long as it's not sausages.

- What's this? - Phil Nelson, the farmer who was killed.

Runs a farm with his wife. They're skint.

In the morning, they learn of a bankruptcy hearing.

In the afternoon, he falls under the harvester.

- Should have stayed in bed. - He'd agree with you.

A bit convenient, isn't it?

Thanks for coming in. This is Michael Connor, my DI.

So, can you tell me what happened?

- I've already told him twice. - Indulge me, please. Tell the story.

I was, em... working the, er... ten-acre field with the combine.

And the out-drive broke down.

It's, em... It's always breaking down.

I couldn't fix it, so I... I went and found Phil. And, er...

I told him there was a problem.

Go on.

He said he'd deal with it.

What did you do?

I, em... went to me local, the Cranwell Arms.

But I never had a drink, if that's what you're thinking.

- And then you went straight back? - Yeah.

And what did you find?

The, em...

The field was empty, but, er...

..the engine was still running.

Does anyone else work on the farm?

No, no, it's, er... It's only me.

- Are you a partner? - No.

And where was Mrs Nelson when the accident happened?

She, em... I don't know, em...

Picking up the kids from school, I suppose.

Well, thanks very much.

What do you think happened?

I shouldn't have left it to him.

He didn't know what he'd be doing.

Well...?

Did you talk to Phil Nelson's wife?

Not yet. She was in a bad way.

So is her husband.

So what you reckon?

What does Dr Ryan say?

KNOCKS ON DOOR

You're keen. I haven't finished yet.

That's OK. I can wait.

I bet you could be a really dangerous woman.

Well, you must know a thousand ways to commit the perfect murder.

You should treat me with respect, then.

What if you wanted to kill someone? No guns, no knives.

- How would you do it? - Why do you ask?

Just interested.

Probably with a blow to the back of the head.

It's easy, quick, and can be made to look like a fall.

The trick would be to set up the scene of the accident as well.

If you thought a murder HAD been covered up, how would you prove it?

Sometimes you can't.

DOOR OPENS

Trevor?

Can I help you?

I'm Alastair Rogers. Phil Nelson was a friend of mine.

- I've just heard. - Well, I'm very sorry,

but you shouldn't be in here.

I can't get any sense from the police.

I just want to know what happened.

I'm still writing my report, but I'd say it was an accident.

My God.

What a terrible way to die.

- Where are the kids? - They're staying with a friend.

I haven't told them yet.

- What did they say? - I gave them a statement.

It's all they wanted. A few questions and a statement.

I thought we were seeing each other this evening?

Why aren't you ready?

You've obviously found better company.

Don't keep doing this, Ian.

Find someone else to go with. I'm not in the mood.

What the hell's wrong with you?

It wasn't your friend.

Oh, I think it was.

Claire!

Stay.

Please?

I didn't think this place would be so cold. You must have hated being here.

I didn't have much choice.

I've missed you.

Have you? I don't remember any phone calls.

I'm sorry I hurt you, but it wasn't easy for me either.

- I didn't start an affair. - You were never around!

- I always felt second best. - I never thought that.

I'm not seeing him anymore.

Michael, I made a mistake. Once in 11 years, and I'm sorry.

- Can't you just stop being angry? - Please don't do this. Not now.

I want us to be a family again. You, me, David.

- Et voila! - Thank you!

- Wow! This looks smart. - There's more where that came from.

Did you get it from the College cellar?

We can't let him think we're cheap.

- Has he ever asked about me before? - Why do you ask?

He wants something.

Such as?

There are more head-hunters here than in Borneo.

Give that a stir.

DOORBELL RINGS

- Charles! How are you? - Fine, Sam.

Good to see you.

- I know you like the good things in life! - I do!

- Hi. Trevor. - Good to meet you.

Have you got a garden?

DOG BARKS

Sergeant Bradley.

- I thought you'd have gone home. - I live here.

- In the farmhouse? - No. In the annexe.

- So, why are you here? - What's it to you?

Jane was all alone with the kids. I was worried about her.

So, you work nights as well as days now?

- I don't clock on and off. - So, how is she?

She's sleeping. The doctor give her a shot.

- What do you want? - To talk to her.

You won't find her out here, will you?

Well, I'll come back in the morning, then.

Yeah. You do that.

- That was delicious. - Thank you.

What a wonderful wife someone's missed out on!

- That's medicine's gain. - Take no notice. He's teasing.

- How's Wyn? - Happy, I think. She's in Ireland.

- You miss her? - Yeah. But I keep busy.

She's wedded to her work.

- How about you? - I'm divorced.

- I meant professionally. - We work well together.

We complement each other.

Sorry, I'm prying.

- No. - You are. Why?

I'll put my cards on the table.

You know there's no Chair of Forensic Pathology in London.

Yeah.

- Well, we're going to create one. - Excellent idea!

I meant to sound out Sam alone first. Then I thought I'd speak to you both.

We'll be offering all the usual perks, plus a merit award.

So, I have to ask how you'd feel if I broke up your partnership.

It'd be a wonderful opportunity for Trevor.

Ah, er... Trevor, you'd be an excellent candidate.

But, Sam, we're asking you.

Ian.

Ssh.

- I just need some air. - It's OK.

It's just a dream.

Ssh.

It's OK.

BUZZER SOUNDS

Check those.

What do you mean "You're not sure"?

I've spent six years in London. Why would I go back?

Power? Money? To corrupt impressionable students?

For you, Sam.

Oh, thanks.

- This has got to be a hoax. - Maybe, but I've got to be sure.

You haven't made a mistake. Look at him.

A case of man meets machine.

Machine wins.

You don't even know what you're looking for.

If there IS something, I'll find it.

Take a look at this.

I'll be damned.

This means there's someone to blame.

- I want to help you! - Did you pay for your coffee?

- I thought you weren't interested? - I should look. Go down for a day.

- Is there an interview? - Yeah.

- I won't get it. - You will.

You'll be all grand and elevated. Professor Ryan!

Sam to you!

I'll have to make appointments to see you.

You mentioned it to Connor?

Why should I?

No reason.

I'm reopening the post mortem on Philip Nelson,

following new information.

There's a wound on his neck

which seems to pre-date the other wounds caused by the combine.

I'll start with that wound.

OK.

Glass!

There's a wound in the neck, cutting through the common carotid artery.

Dr Ryan took a glass shard from it.

This wound probably was made before the other, massive ones.

And it's a different type of cut.

- How? - Penetrating.

With glass?

No. Probably something thicker, like a broken bottle.

- Any toxicology? - We'll get some samples now.

No obvious defence wounds.

So the assailant knew the victim?

Possibly.

That's got to put Owen Johnson in the frame.

Or Jane Nelson.

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

Hey.

Come here.

It's just comfort.

- Mm? - Yeah.

OWEN! OWEN!

OWEN!

OWEN! BASTARD!

- What's your problem? - You bastard!

What are you doing?

- DON'T! - Let go! Get off!

LEAVE HIM!

THUMPS AND YELLS OF PAIN

AARGH! Get your...

- PLEASE! - Jane, just leave him!

NO! You'll kill him. You'll kill him...

- Who delivered it? - I don't know.

I checked with Fred.

It was left at the front desk. No one was seen.

The combine injuries were made to conceal this earlier wound.

And that wound was caused somewhere else?

Probably. It could have been a fight.

No sign of a struggle in the field. Owen WAS in the pub.

He didn't look like he'd had a fight.

When did he call 999?

15 minutes after he left the pub. About right.

- How was he when you arrived? - Shaken.

I can't see when he did it.

We've not matched him to a weapon - the combine's a bit unwieldy!

No opportunity, no motive and no means.

- Can you say when Phil Nelson died? - Probably the morning he was found.

You can't squeeze the time-frame a little bit closer?

No. Sorry.

Could Jane have done it?

Did she put him in the car, drive to the field,

put him under the combine?

It's possible.

We need to recheck their alibis.

I'll make sure Fred gets those samples off.

Sam?

I can't believe we made a mistake like that.

The man had different sorts of wounds on his body.

Come on. They weren't easy to see.

My job isn't supposed to be easy.

- You're being hard on yourself. - Maybe I should step down.

You can't stop halfway.

I need you to stay.

- Helen! - Your office said you were here.

This is Dr Ryan. Sam. This is my wife, Helen.

- Hello. - Hello.

I'll revise the report and give it to you tonight.

- Good. - Excuse me.

I've got to organise an interview, then I'll be with you.

Come on.

You'll organise it, then something else will happen. It always does.

What do you expect? That's the job.

And you always were married to it.

You've done all right for yourself, Alastair.

What are the finances like on your farm?

- I don't know. - No idea?

- Phil dealt with all that. - Come on,

you must know something.

We were doing badly, I know that. And it was a struggle.

What do you think happened to Phil?

- He fell under the combine. - No.

No, I don't think he did fall.

Well, that's what I was told.

Have you ever seen this before?

- Yes. - Your finances are a mess.

- Your farm's about to be repossessed. - I know.

Of course, it won't now.

You're insured, aren't you? Life assurance.

Phil dealt with all that.

Come on! You know if you're insured or not.

I know what you're getting at. You think Phil killed himself.

No. I don't.

Well, he didn't. Phil knew I loved him.

And he still had everything to live for.

- Well? - She seemed genuine to me.

If she goes inside, her kids will lose both parents.

She just faced up to that prospect.

That bastard Owen's using her.

He wants her, the farm, and an instant family.

Now his cover's blown.

- He's really got to you. - My sister lived with someone like him.

Ended up beating the shit out of her.

- They still together? - Don't see her.

She never forgave me for beating the shit out of him.

What's this about?

How did you get that?

- Machinery on the farm. - Nasty.

Have you seen a doctor?

I didn't come here to discuss me health.

No. Still, we wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

Do you think Mrs Nelson could have murdered her husband?

No.

Couldn't think of any reason why she might?

No.

Money? Jealousy?

No.

She isn't that sort of woman.

Oh.

Well, that's a pity, isn't it?

Yeah.

Why?

Well, someone murdered him. So far, it looks like it was either her...

..or you.

Who's she?

I can't cover for you anymore.

You should have been here this afternoon.

- It's not important. - Well, what is?

We all have problems, Ian. But we don't all give in.

What are you doing here, then?

- Eh? - You were a soldier.

What happened to your courage?

What do you make of Phil Nelson's toxicology?

He'd been drinking - 65mg per 100ml.

Not drunk - a large whisky, or two glasses of wine.

A bit early in the day.

- Not from the night before? - No.

- I wonder if his wife was drinking. - She'd have needed help to kill him.

She couldn't move the body alone.

Maybe Owen helped her.

What's next?

I've cut them loose for now. I need more before I can charge them.

- What about the note? - It's clean.

There's no leads there.

Well, somebody knows.

I'm being head-hunted for a job in London.

What job?

A new professorship. A great opportunity, but...

..I feel a bit bad about Trevor.

You sound as if you've already packed.

I came to Cambridge to be near my family.

My mother died. My nephew went around the world.

Wyn's in Ireland.

There's nothing to keep me here.

Sam, about Helen.

There's no need to explain.

I thought she was bringing David.

Michael, your marriage is nothing to do with me.

There ARE reasons for you to stay.

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