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A human body falls at
9.8 metres per second

and accelerates at that rate.

In a stable,
belly-to-earth position,

terminal velocity
is 53.6 metres per second.

Clothing and wind resistance
can affect acceleration.

But any drag force is minimal
with a fall over 100 metres.

By the time it
reaches terminal velocity,

a 70kg body can generate
a force of over seven tonnes.

Ultimately, it's the
deceleration that proves fatal,

even if there is a limited impact.

It's not the fall
that would kill you.

It's the hard stop.

# Testator silens

# Costestes e spiritu

# Silencium

# Testator silens... #

The scaffolding tarp there,
on the fifth floor broke his fall.

So the body's intact, praise be.

Otherwise?

Otherwise we'd be
looking at a shadow,

a vaporised cloud
of blood and tissue.

No pulse.

New boy's thorough.

Jesus wept.

His name is Anthony Drinkwater.

It says Senior VP, Vance Chellacot.

Vance Chellacot,
it's an investment bank,

way up there.

What's that on his
trouser leg, rust?

I think he climbed onto something.

You think he took his own life?

I think he climbed onto something.

SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE

So he didn't fall out then?

This place is a sealed
tomb for wage zombies.

500,000 a year wage
zombies, but hey.

Nobody saw the fall?

Nobody saw a thing.

What have the cops found?

His sandwich on his desk.

He got up to get a cup
of coffee, never came back.

Anyone else fancy ristretto?
No, you're good.

I've not had my five a day yet.

Coffee stains?

Seriously?

On his cuff.

FAINT THROAT CLEAR

He isn't wearing red shoes, is he?

Red shoes? In the City?

Black brogues.

He was being followed.

What side of the
building are you on?

West elevation.

Ugh!

Well? Well, what?

Did he jump or was
he pushed, Miss Marple?

Ah! Ah!

Neither.

Both?

So this Velvy guy,
Clarissa recommended him.

How's he shaping up?

He's eager to please.

It's exhausting.

What's his story?

He's a lab trainee.

Does everybody have to have a story?

FAINT RADIO CHATTER

FAINT: Thanks, we'll
take over from here.

Dr Alexander,

the police are leaving.

What?

Why are they going?

NCA?

National Crime Agency.

Anthony Drinkwater must be somebody.

FAINT CHATTER

Laine Cassidy, NCA.

Nikki Alexander.

So you think this
is going to be murder?

I don't leave my
corner office for murder.

This is rather more
serious than that.

Right, Gavin, what have we got?

My data team have patched
into the building's camera feeds.

There are 542 cameras here.

And probably none of
them where we want them.

How did Anthony Drinkwater
come to the attention of the NCA?

He didn't.

We didn't know he was
alive until he was dead.

It was his boss
we were looking into.

Financial crime?

There's a lot of it about.

You don't think these manly edifices

have been built from
honest sweat, do you?

Behind every great fortune,
there's a great crime.

So this ends with Mr Drinkwater?

No.

I think it begins with him.

RADIO: We've got some footage
of the suspect. We've got a face.

The pass belongs to a junior VP,
he currently resides in Dallas.

They cloned it.

That's him going
through the turnstile.

He's keeping his head down.

He seems to know
where the cameras are.

He didn't know about that one.

Who is he?

Not a clue.

And neither does our
Facial Recognition System.

Lainey, Serena!

ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

Call me, OK?! And whatever you do,
don't come home!

Now the acetate.

What do you think we'll find?
I don't know.

But you think he was chased.

In his own office? Why would he run?

Again, I don't know.

I guess Drinkwater must have
known the guy meant him harm.

How? Jesus. How many questions?

Sorry. They just
sometimes sound like questions.

There's a lot I don't know, you see.

Ah.

Maybe he recognised him.

That's why he ran.

Are those questions?

Are you for real?

Why were you collecting
all the blood spatter?

We just photograph and sample,

you were scraping it all up.
Someone will want to bury him.

Isn't it better that
they bury all of him?

I guess. But what if he'd...
HE MAKES SQUELCHING SOUND

..you'd have been
there till Christmas.

If he did know him,

maybe they shook hands.

Maybe?

Everything we do is maybe.

TYRES SQUEAL

NIKKI: Drinkwater got
to the top of the tower

but I don't think he started there.

Good skin. He's well groomed.

His legs are bowed.

Could indicate early years
vitamin D deficiency.

And these are veneers.

They're expensive,
but hiding previous dental decay.

So, I think he could
have grown up poor.

You climb high to get away
from something, don't you?

Are you speaking from experience?

There's nothing wrong with my teeth.

INTERCOM: Nikki, time
to open this one up.

Hmm.

I'm not squeamish.

It's your shoes I'm worried about.

The chest cavity's full of blood.

Several litres of it.

So you'd collect every
drop of blood, would you?

Some of the scenes we go to,

muscle and tissue get
bonded to metal, asphalt.

Where I come from we bury that too.

Oh, sorry.

Why?

It's a religious thing.

It's about the sanctity of the body.

I'm an idiot.

I'm not sure about religious.

Maybe I just grew up like that.

Orthodox? Jewish?

Here.

That was me.

Who are they?

That's Rifka. That's Tirza,

and the baby's Yosele.

You're about 20, aren't you?

24.

We get married young.
And we don't get divorced,

not normally.

Do you see them, your kids?

There are two worlds,
and...they don't mix.

Vance Chellacot manages
30 billion in assets.

She did say it was
bigger than murder.

War wound? The scar?

I think she probably fought a
Sumatran Tiger with her bare hands.

You should see
the state of the tiger.

She was in counter-terrorism
for five years and then...

Seconded to the Treasury,
special adviser on Financial Crime.

Which of us is more
in love with her?

Sorry.

Were you kissing?

Beg your pardon?

I get things wrong.
Did you need something, Velvy?

It's just that...

..Mr Hodgson was right.

They shook hands.

Where is she? Where's Naomi?

She's not back from lunch yet.

Oi!

I've got all these deliveries.

I'm stuck!

This is the guy
Drinkwater shook hands with.

No wonder facial recognition
didn't pick him up.

Handling stolen goods aged 16.

What's he still
doing on your system?

Certain markers,
specific circumstances.

Can you be any more vague?

Sure.

Who is he?

Who's Stephen Ross?

Armed officers entering!

Police! Moving upstairs in the unit!

Clear! Clear! Clear!

Clear upstairs. Suspect not here.
I repeat, suspect not here.

Area cleared.

Sir you can't go in there.
Open the door!

Oi!

Ugh!

Luca! Papa?

Sir, what are you doing?
Luca, are you all right?

Vieni con me. Let me go!
Where are we going?

HE SPEAKS ITALIAN

SIRENS APPROACH

FAINT SHOUTING

FAINT: Move back, move back!

So, really, that's your choice.

As a clinical pathologist,

you deal with the effects
of disease on human tissue.

As a forensic pathologist,
you deal with a person,

a whole person.

Their life and the fundamental
change that led to the ending of it.

BELL RINGS

Next week, we'll be meeting those
people intimately, so...

MURMURING
Ew!

..bring a sick bag
and some smelling salts,

they don't give us
the fresh ones to practise on.

I just don't get it,

you guys come with presumptions

but you're singularly
uninterested in the full data set.

Sorry? You've barely scratched the
surface of secondary transfer DNA.

Let's start again, shall we?

Jack Hodgson, Lyell Centre.

Yeah, the cage-fighting
forensic phenomenon.

And you, Professor...

..you used to be a pathologist.

I'm still a fucking pathologist.

You know what I mean. Hands-on.

Not in some
Pharma-funded research palace.

You sent us samples for
a speculative test.

Which you confirmed.

Subject A shook hands with
Subject B, thanks awfully.

But you've missed everything else.

We found 18 separate sources
of DNA in the materials you sent.

We're not interested in some random

who sat on the same
tube seat a month ago.

Prosecutions fail in the real
world when you rely on lab data.

Data is the real world.

And rigorous analysis knows
how to discard the tangential.

You're not exactly
public facing, are you?

PHONE PINGS

Dr Alexander...

Chloe, right?

We're going for a drink,
it's two for one at the union.

Want to come?
PHONE PINGS

Sure. I've nothing else to do.

When assessing the probability
of error within a scenario

incorporating
multiple contact events

where transfer may have occurred,

we first determine
the order of events

within the pathway of interest.

Are you texting
while I'm talking to you?

No. That would be rude.

Look, Professor, I can see
you're serious about what you do.

But I've no idea what
you're trying to tell me.

I'm telling you we've
found someone else.

And not a random.

It doesn't get you down?
It's just a job, like any other?

Like being a
paediatrician is just a job,

or a social worker, or a priest.

Just because the patient's dead,
it doesn't mean you care any less.

What is this? It's called a Gunshot.

Oh! Oof.

Aptly named. OK.

I'm sure you're
asked this all the time.

Do they ever wake up?

Does rigor mortis ever
happen in interesting places?

No.

How do you commit
the perfect murder?

I mean, you must
have thought about it.

If anyone could get
away with it, you could.

It wouldn't be so hard.

Not many people
look beyond first causes,

and a Home Office PM is only
triggered by unusual circumstances.

So, first, I'd find
out what ails you,

then use that to kill you.

THEY LAUGH

So this is where
you've been hiding, is it?

This is my friend Jack.

Ready to go?
You're not the boss of me.

God forbid.

Two for one, is it?

Cheers. Good health.

How was your lecture?

Much more interesting
than I thought.

Laine's been holding out on us.

I thought our beautiful time
together had come to an end.

We felt used. You can't just
come into our lives and dump us

like day-old sashimi.

You never told us what
you're actually investigating.

No, I didn't, did I?

After a Secondary Transfer
DNA test on Anthony Drinkwater

we sent Stephen Ross's
clothes for external testing.

A fascinating subject -
for an email.

Why am I here?

Because of who we found
on Stephen Ross's clothes.

Who did you find? We don't know.

It's DV level.

Great. Thanks.

I think you should talk to us.

If Drinkwater was connected
to a restricted subject

and this comes to court...

It won't come to court.

DV level never comes to court.

This stuff doesn't work
when we're working blind.

We work for the Home Office.

We answer to the Home Secretary.

And I'm NCA.

I answer to the Prime Minister.

Unless it's about
the Prime Minister.

This restricted subject is
either a threat or an asset.

Either way, we can help.

He's an undercover operative.

And you wouldn't have told us that
if you weren't worried about him.

One man dead and an
UC officer missing.

Christopher.

My officer's name is Christopher.

You think he's dead, don't you?

What's the man you arrested saying?

Nothing.

He says he's just a driver.

But his wife and his
daughter have gone missing.

Most likely they're being held
to make sure he stays silent.

By who?

Who's doing this?

Do you know what the
'Ndrangheta is?

The what?

So the 'Ndrangheta, they're Mafia?

Call them that if
you like, they don't.

The 'Ndrangheta's origins
are in peasant farms

in the hills of Calabria,

but their annual turnover beats

McDonalds and
Deutsche Bank combined.

What, drugs?
80% of the cocaine into Europe.

They own 12 major European ports,

plus the ports of
Montreal and New York.

They're in illegal waste dumping,
arms trading, migrant trafficking,

they also run the camps
the migrants end up in.

And they're here now?
They've been here a long time,

growing among us.

Garrotting rivals and
putting horse's heads in beds?

They don't kill here, not normally,
they don't want the attention.

This is where they bank.

In Italy, Mafia smells of blood.

In London, it smells of money.

This is Stephen Ross's car,
it hasn't been touched.

I need you to find out if
Christopher was in that car.

Oh!

The fingerprint was Christopher's.

Your undercover officer was here.

Where? When? Do we know?

I think the car does.
I've got into the metadata.

Is this guy an Uber driver?

He's done 20,000 miles this year,
just inside the M25.

Maybe he delivered chickens?

I know a guy who delivered chickens.

He has a Yaris.

We think Stephen Ross is a bagman.

Low level.

He might not even know what he does.

These are all destinations
in the last 30 days.

Mean anything to you?

I don't know.

You said the last time
Christopher's phone checked in

was at Southwark Tube.

Just three streets away.

If that's where Stephen picked
him up, where did he take him?

I don't think we're
the only ones looking.

Are your officers trying
to access the car data?

No. That's what you're here for.

They're hacking us! The 'Ndrangheta.

Shit.

Wow! They've taken
control of the keyboard.

Yeah, they're in my system too.

Here, quick, before it's goes.

Is that where they went?

Are you sure?

So this is the route
they took Christopher.

I've never been
this far out of London.

Where are we?

The road to nowhere.

The house hasn't been
lived in in ten years.

The farm manager says it was rented
in cash to some guys for storage.

But he's not seen them lately.

Jesus.

Help me move this.

I'll get the kit.

I think we all know
what happened here.

He certainly knows.

The policeman,
Christopher, he has a family too.

I don't know about that.

I'm just a driver. Understand?

No. I don't understand.

Is he buried somewhere here?

Just tell them where he is.

That's not informing,
it's basic humanity.

But he's not a human.

What?

None of you are.

There's 'Ndrina - familia.

There's human beings, like me.

Everybody else is just pigs.

HE SPITS

Do you understand now?

You've heard about this?

It's urban myth, movie stuff.

Then where are we going?

Gangsters watch movies too.

PIGS SNORT

Could Christopher be in there?

You mean in them?

Is this for real?

I don't know.

Farmer says three of the herd
were slaughtered this morning,

but they've not been butchered yet.

They're in the other barn.

So you're going to...

What should I do?

You know how this stuff works.

Basic biology.

If it goes in one end...

Shit.

They're preparing a clean
room in the butchery shed.

Three pigs.

You're going to need help.

Hands on.

I think I know just the guy.

Professor Folukoya. Dr Alexander.

Hello. Sorry.

What am I doing here?

We need another pair of hands.

Jack says you're still on
the Home Office register.

So, what? This is a crime scene?

There's a body here?

Three actually.

Pigs?

What do you think?
Could this eat a human?

Bones and all?

Oh, Christ.

Some powerful muscles in this jaw.

We did ask for a
forensic vet but, um...

I'm sorry, there must
be some misunderstanding,

I'm a data specialist,

I'm really not...

What are you looking at?

The buccal sulcus,

or whatever that is in swine speak.

Food packing? Mm.

Can you pass the
metal forceps, please?

The what?

Metal forceps.

They're over there.

What the hell has it been eating?

Are you all right with this?

Picking up shit?

I mean, you know, pigs and all?

Are you going to ask me to eat it?

Well, no, but...

..it's unclean, isn't it?

I recover human body parts,
I'm not allowed to eat those either.

So is this the dream?

My parents have been
told to consider me dead. Jesus.

Thing is, I've
never felt more alive.

Shovelling shit in Hertfordshire?

God likes to laugh too, you know.

You still believe in God?

Another question.
You've got me at it now.

I'm not sure what I believe.

I just...

It's like they say on Strictly.

I guess I'm on my journey.

Now what? OK.

It says you need a five-inch
depth to expose the stomach.

Right. Then you need
to move that liver.

OK.

Got it.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Is there anything there?

Uh, yeah.

What is it?

A bicuspid by the looks of things.

It's too small to be a molar.

I mean is it human?

Christ, yes.

Is that one of yours?

Shit.

You know who that is, right?

They're watching, it's what they do.

And now they know
that you brought us here.

I didn't bring you anywhere.

That's not what it
looks like though, is it?

Please. They've got my wife,
my daughter.

Two men are dead in two days.

All because of you.

I didn't kill anyone.
I'm the one who's dead.

Look at me.

Look at me!

I'm the one person who can help you.

And you are going to talk to me.

The vast majority of the body
appears to have been digested.

We're left with mainly fragments.

Femoral head, pieces of
the mandible and the skull

and a few dental remnants.

50 hours for the average swine to
complete digestion, apparently.

We got there just in time.

He didn't need to be there,
Stephen Ross.

You knew they'd be watching,
you wanted them to see him with you.

There are two worlds, them and us.

He needs to know that
he can never go back.

What about his wife and daughter?

You'll probably see them next

on one of these shiny tables.

Let me know what the
three little pigs cough up.

There's a remnant of what
appears to be human intestine,

it was caught within the
duodenum of the second animal.

When was the last time you...

Wielded a skull-saw in anger?

A couple of years, twice that?

Macroscopically, there are
irregularly lacerated edges

on intestinal tissue,

together with areas of crushing and
tearing at the margins,

consistent in appearance with
damage from the teeth of a pig.

Turning to the histology
of the prepared sample.

There are a large number of
inflammatory cells around the edges,

more than just a few
migrating there postmortem.

A significant vital reaction.

You're saying that he
was alive, are you?

Eaten alive?

I'm saying with a degree
of confidence that living tissue

was subjected to the teeth of a pig.

If you just came out from behind
your screens once in a while...

Ah, confidence.

Sadly, the correlation
between confident intuition

and measurable accuracy
is extraordinarily low.

Confidence is bias.

Attending crime scenes,
speaking to investigating officers,

all of that potentially
affects your data

and your judgment.

"The policeman was fed to
the pigs and eaten alive".

That's what happened. No, it isn't.

You found human remains in a pig.

The other stuff is just stories
you tell to spur yourself on.

Which means?

You can miss the real story
that the data is telling you.

The truth.

You know they're advertising
for a boss for this place?

Everyone in the game is
asking why you don't want it?

What game is that?

There's a metallic element within
that section of the intestine.

What is it?

It's pretty degraded.

So would you be if you'd been
halfway down Peppa's back passage.

The whole thing's corrupted.

I can try and rebuild the files.

Do you think it's important?

A dying man swallowed it.

What do you think?

You come to help?

I've got 35 bags of
piggy-poo to pick through.

Is Laine still here?

She not answering her phone?

No.

She went to see Christopher's widow.

She wanted to be
the one to tell her.

No body to identify,
only scraps to bury.

Velvy says it's all sacred.

I thought you said he was a weirdo?
He is a weirdo.

He wants to work here, doesn't he?

We've found something. Looks like
Christopher swallowed an SD card.

Really? What's on it?

Don't know. The Prof's
trying to salvage the data.

All right.

Velvy can finish up here.

I've had enough pig
shit for one day.

You coming?

No, I'm going to
stay here for a bit.

See if the Prof has any luck.

All right.

Maybe I'll come round later.

Wait up for me?

If you're lucky.

BUZZING

Hi. I was just coming back
from the bar, saw a light.

Yeah, working late.

Not a great advertisement
for the career path, am I?

Ooh, good night at the Union?

Is that for me?

Yeah. It was stuck into your door.

You OK?

You shouldn't work so hard.

Where's that nice Irish guy?

You need to go now, Chloe.
Right now.

Go straight home.

I figured you pulled an all-nighter.

I like what you've
done with the place.

You don't answer this any more?

Sorry. It must have been on silent.

Brilliant.

I tried the landline.

That didn't work.

What's going on? You OK?

What does it mean?

It doesn't mean anything to me.

But it means something to them.

"Delete the files.
Destroy the card. No police."

I didn't tell anyone.

The Professor?
They don't need Gabriel.

I think they're in our system.

What are you going to do?

What do you think I'm going to do?

You don't have to.

So what, destroy it, like they said?

No, of course not. No, no,
let me think, let me think...

I've been doing that all night.
OK. Right.

Well, we're compromised,
they're in our system, you said so.

We've got to pass
this on to another lab.

So what? Put someone
else in our shoes?

And anyway, what makes you
think that gets me out of it?

It's just numbers.
It's gobbledegook.

It doesn't mean anything.

You've seen what they can do.

We both have.

You wouldn't say
that to anyone else.

You aren't anyone else.

Where are you going?

I think I'm gonna get some air.
Want me to come?

Er, no. I'll be fine.

Thanks. Sure? Yeah.

Call me, OK?

FAINT ITALIAN

HORN BLARES

Nikki, are you all right?!

Come here. Come, come, come.

I'm fine. Honestly.

Come on. I'm OK. Sit.

Chloe, I'm fine.

You were this time.

Huh? They don't miss.

It was a warning.
Next time... Chloe.

Give them what they want.

They know how to hurt you.
Believe me. Wait!

If you tell the police about me,

they'll kill me too.

It's just business for them.

Chloe!

Hi, this is Dr Alexander
from the Lyell Centre.

I'm trying to find out the
details for one of our students.

Right, what name?

Chloe Mayhew.

She's got a University pass.

Do you know what's she studying?
Forensic histopathology.

Chloe Mayhew.

Right.

We haven't got anyone listed
by that name in our records.

I'm sorry, Dr Alexander,
the SIO's in a meeting.

Can I help you?

Can you make sure she gets this?

It needs to be
entered into evidence.

We found it in the
course of the postmortem.

And you're hand delivering it?

I also received this.

Nikki!

You're very brave.

Do you know what's on it?
The SD card?

Chris thought he was getting close.

He thought he'd uncovered a major
'Ndrangheta asset in the city,

somebody right at the top,
hiding in plain sight.

At the banks?

Who do you think pays
for all these shiny towers?

I don't care about their asset,

I don't care about the money.

I just want to find
Stephen Ross's wife and daughter.

You're making yourself a target.

Do you believe that?

They'd hurt me?
People close to me?

We'll give you protection.

Just find them.

OK?

IN ITALIAN: Luca, enough.

Come and see this.

This is the skin you took
from the teeth of Pig One.

That discolouration,
I think that's a tattoo.

It's raised, still inflamed.

So it could be recent?

I got the FLO to ask Christopher's
wife if he had any new tattoos,

she said not for ten years.

You think he could have had it
done while he was undercover?

If we can trace where he got it,

maybe we can trace
the crew he was with.

If they also took
Stephen's wife and daughter,

maybe we could help find them.

Christopher's tissue
analysis showed significant levels

of iron oxide and mercury sulphide.

Yeah, tattoo ink.

But also carbon,
phosphate and calcium.

That's unusual. What's that about?

Tattoo artists sometimes
mix ashes into ink.

What? Cremated remains? Yeah.

Memorial to the dearly departed.

I'd like for you to remember me
in other ways, if that's all right?

I imagine it's something
of a niche market.

Can you get any trace of the design?

You made the right
decision, Stephen.

You must be Luca.

HE SPEAKS ITALIAN

There are only a few places
in London that do ash tattoos.

Hey, I've been thinking...

What if we said we couldn't
repair the files on that SD Card.

I could say it was unusable.

Nikki.

I had to.

You know that.

You wouldn't have even
suggested it if we weren't together.

I care about you!
And I care about you.

That puts you in danger too.

So I'm your weakness?
Of course you are.

Loving someone makes you vulnerable.

That's how it should be.

The girl who found the note.

You said she was a student.
She isn't.

She's with them.

Have you told Laine about her?
She said if I did...

They'd kill her too.
That's what they do, right?

That one.

Yeah.

It's the tattooist's tag.

You remember him?

I don't focus on faces.

What makes you think he came here?

You do memorial tattoos, right?

Ash is mixed with ink.

They'd been drinking.

I don't like it when they're drunk.

They?

About six of them.

They were egging this guy on...

Chris? Right?

THEY LAUGH AND SHOUT

All right.

Come on, guys. Come on back.
Come on.

Be careful, be careful, be careful!
CLATTERING

They said it was a
tradition where they come from...

THEY SPEAK ITALIAN

HE WINCES

The ashes were from a card?

A Saints' card?

I just wanted them out of here.

You won't find him in there.

It was a walk-in.

Had they been in before?

I see them. They're always around.

Around where?

The flats.

I think they live back there.

IN ITALIAN: Thank you.

Yeah, it sounds like some
sort of an initiation ritual.

St Michael the Archangel is
kind of the 'Ndrangheta's thing.

They could still be there.

He said he saw a woman
go in a few days ago.

Don't do anything. I'm on my way.

Where are you?
This is good, Jack.

It's been an hour.
Where the hell is she?

Have you seen anyone?
Has anyone come out?

No.

Unless there's a back entrance.

Jesus, how long does it take?
Leave it, Jack.

Laine will tell you what she finds.
Yeah, yeah.

Sure. No, Jack, listen!

Shit.

Ow! What did I tell you?

You told me you were on your way.

It's her dress, Naomi's.

Shit.

Which flat? There.

Where's your backup?

There's an armed unit on its way.
On its way?

You don't trust them,
do you, your own guys?

I don't trust anyone.

We put our people into their family,

I'd be stupid not to think
they're doing the same.

Section 17 Police
and Criminal Evidence Act.

What does it say?

It says I can do this.

Christ.

You think they could still be
here, Stephen's family?

Imminent threat to life.
That's Section 17.

PHONE LINE RINGS

RECORDING: This is Jack,
leave me a message.

Come on.

RECORDING: This is Jack,
leave me a message.

PHONE RINGS

Jack?

Why didn't you stop him?

Who is this?

Chloe? I told you what they do.

We're all going to pay the price.
Why didn't you listen to me?

What are you talking about?
They told you.

Destroy the card.
You wouldn't listen.

Now they'll come for
the ones you love.

No.

Chloe!
FAINT SHOUTING

CALL ENDS

Christ.

CLATTERING

THUDDING

THUDDING CONTINUES

Jack?

Shh.

What is that?

It's what we're trying to get to.

They've walled it in.

There's something in there?

SQUEAKING
Whoa!

What the hell is that?

I wouldn't touch that.

You know what that is?
Sulphuric acid.

Lupara Bianca. The White Shotgun.

It's how they make people disappear.

There's a body in there?

Serena?

Her mother?

Does this belong to Naomi?

Stephen Ross's wife?

They were both here.

Dr Alexander.

Whose body did we find?

Who's in the barrel?

I don't know.

Is it Stephen Ross's
wife and daughter?

No. How do you know?

What do you want from me?

I don't want any of this.

CAR STARTS UP

Come inside with me.

We lock the door,
we call the police.

It won't help.

It's about Stephen Ross.

What is? This is
what they want from you.

He's in a police safe house,
he's giving them information.

You can find him. No, I can't.

And then what?

You told me you know how.

What?

You said...

I mean, a pathologist
would know how to...

..how to kill him.

You're out of your mind.
We don't have a choice.

Either you kill him...

..or they kill me.

And my mother.

And they'll get my brother too,
it's...just a matter of time.

And then they'll come for you.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm begging you.

You're his daughter.

You're Serena.

Stephen Ross is your father.

You want me to kill your father?

It's him or us.

Serena.

WHISTLING

Serena!

Serena!

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