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He was released from prison
yesterday after a year

for causing death by dangerous
driving.

Did you snap?
I didn't hurt him.

He killed my daughter. She thinks
I killed him, doesn't she?

Well, you know what?
I wish I had.

I'm told your the master here

and I was hoping you could
give me some information

about his academic life. You were
promoted to his Chair of Chemistry.

You think I stood to gain from
his death?

What about this '500'? The thing
he scratched into the paintwork.

One of the hairs from driver's
headrest had DNA

that's an exact match
for Rachel Cliff.

What? Are you arresting her?
You can't, you can't arrest her.

How long has this been up here?

Maybe it wasn't a number.
It was a name.

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Time of death, Doctor?

You need a forensic anthropologist
on this one.

All I can say for certain is it's an
adult female, multiple fractures,
including the skull.

So a fall? Beating with a blunt
object, maybe?

Any idea at all how long
she's been up here?

A decade or more?

Really not my area, I'm afraid.
Prefer a bit more flesh on my bones.

Sir.

What?

Office ran a check.

There's a record of a Soo-Min Chong
who disappeared in June 1998,
aged 20.

She was an exchange student from
South Korea, studying chemistry at
Benison College.

So she'd have been taught
by Professor Seager?

Finished a year assisting his
research group.

Booked a flight home,
never turned up. Must be her.

Wouldn't have been easy -
dragging her up that lot.

Do we assume she was killed here?
I don't think we can assume anything.

I can't imagine you could move a body

through the college
without somebody seeing.

Laura reckons it was a fall
or a beating.

What?

Snapped clean off.

Right, where were we?

Tell us again where
you were in the early hours
of Tuesday morning.

In my boyfriend's room
in Benison College all night.

And have you ever been
in Professor Seager's car?

No.

If you're not going to arrest me,
why keep asking me the same
questions?

You're free to leave at any time.

But I'd like you to stay and help.

In particular,
I'd like you to explain

how a hair found on the driver's
headrest of the car that killed
Professor Seager

is a perfect match for your DNA.

It must be her.
Martha must've put it there.

The only reason we're able to get
this DNA from the hair at all

is because it still
had the follicle attached.

Are you saying that Reverend Seager's
been pulling your hair out?

No. I don't know.

It's not her, is it?

Isn't it?

She's 18.

She'd have been in nursery school
when Soo-Min was killed.

We can't assume a connection.

Professor Seager's death might have
nothing to do with our skeleton
in the attic.

Well, he spent his dying moments
writing 'Soo',

and then the body of a girl called
Soo-Min turns up two days later?

Well, if you're so sure there's a
link,

it makes sense for you to handle
both investigations.

Soo-Min's missing person's report -
enjoy.

It's all a bit convenient,
though, isn't it?

The hair in the car just happening
to give us a nice DNA match?

Of course, another alternative is
that Rachel's hair ended up

in the car because it came off
someone else.

Adam, please?
Look, Adam, we can sort this out.

Adam, please!

According to the original
investigation,

Professor Seager was the last person
to see Soo-Min before she
disappeared.

Give us a look.

In his statement, he said she came
to his office in college

on the 17th June to get her exchange
credits signed off.

She stayed for 20 minutes and then
left. The last she was seen alive.

Perhaps she never left his office.

What's this? Statements from
study mates and friends

saying that she was quiet,
super-clever, musical.

She was Martha's organ scholar
in chapel, apparently.

And a statement from
her ex-boyfriend - Carl Drew.

No running.

Soo?

We'll need the forensics to be sure,
but we think it's her.

We understand that you were close?

I'm not sure about close,
but we were a...

Oh, God.

Excuse me.

Yep?

Good.

When I started my doctorate here,
there was a thing between
the graduates -

a sort of tradition - to see who
could bed the most undergrads.

You know what it's like.

So, I went for Soo. This was way
before Stella and I got together.

But she was Soo's lab supervisor and
I was trying to get her attention.

By having sex with her research
assistant?

It wasn't my finest hour.

But it was 15 years ago.

So what happened?

It wasn't serious.

And we said goodbye a few days
before she was due to go home,

and that was the last time
I saw her.

Remind me where you were
the night the professor was killed?

In bed with my wife.

I'm sorry, but what has the fact
that I went out

with Soo-Min 15 years ago got to do
with Seager?

Probably nothing.

As I say, just building a picture.

They're saying they're going to be
in there for another 24 hours.

He'd hate strangers going
through his things.

You do know you're welcome to stay
with us for as long as you need to?

I know. You and Carl
have been so kind.

But I feel I want my own...

Adam! What's wrong with you?

Oh, God!

It never ceases to amaze me how much
a woman can get into one suitcase.

You owe me a drink.

In fact, several drinks.

Number one. Dental records from
the other side of the world,

confirming this is indeed Soo-Min
Chong

from the Itaewon district of Seoul.

Number two.

The initial report I was able

to drag out of the forensic
anthropologist.

He believes the skeleton dates back
to the late '90s

and that he finds me
"unnecessarily pushy".

Yeah, Laura, I have -
And number three...

A luminol test showed a tiny stain
on the suitcase was dried blood.

The DNA was pretty degraded,

but there was enough
for a reasonable comparison

and it's a match
for Professor Seager.

Seager's blood is on Soo-Min's
suitcase?

Here - under the handle.

I knew there had to be a connection.

Where's Hathaway?

We should ask the Reverend Martha

if she can shed any light

on what was going on
between Soo-Min and her husband.

How much longer are you people
going to be?

Every hour you spend pulling our
chapel apart

is costing this college a fortune.

There's the skeleton of a murdered
girl in your attic.

It'll take as long as it takes,
I'm afraid.

She's identified as a student here
in the late '90s - Soo-Min Chong.

Hundreds of students pass through
this college every year.

I can't be expected
to remember them all.

Not even the ones that mysteriously
vanish?

There can't be too many of those,
surely?

Are you all right, Adam?
No!

You've got to stop harassing Rachel.
She... She can't take it.

This'll take time...
We're not harassing her.

You're trying to frighten her,
saying her hair was in the car.
It can't be.

She's never been near it.
How can you be sure?

She's not a liar.
She was with me all night.

Asleep. How can you be certain
she was with you all night?

I just am.

I'm worried there's something
you're not telling me.

Well, there isn't.
If your theory's right,

and Rachel's never been near
that car,

we have to ask ourselves how her
hair got onto the driver's seat.

One answer to that question is that
it came in on your clothes cos you
were the driver.

You don't know what it's like.
What what's like?

Not being good enough.
Being surrounded by people who are.

People who get it.

I'm not meant to be here...
I don't want sob stories.

I want to know what happened
that night!

I know Rachel didn't leave my room
because we didn't go to sleep.

She stayed up with me all night
because I couldn't stop crying, OK?

I'm pathetic.
Anyone confirm this?

That I'm pathetic? Yeah, sure.
Try my tutors, my parents, my lab -

That you both remained
in the room all night.

Forget it.

You said you'd come straight home.
Where have you been?

Nowhere. I went for a walk.

Leave that.
It's Adam.

It's always Adam!
You can phone him back.

Look, tell me what they said.
They're having a go.

Seeing if I'll freak out. Mum...

I'm telling you it's fine, OK?

She was the organ scholar during
my second year as chaplain here.

Sweet little thing.

I don't think Richard
ever mentioned her, though.

Not at all?

I'm not sure I even knew
she was a chemist.

Your husband said you supervised
Soo-Min's lab work for a while.

Was that part of Professor Seager's
Alzheimer's research? Yes.

She worked for a few of us in the
group.

Vaguely competently, as I remember.

That good?
Well, she wasn't exceptional.

But according to the missing person's
report,

she seems to have been
extremely clever.

Well, it's Oxford, Inspector.
Everyone's extremely clever.

And there's no way your opinion
could be tainted

by the fact that she was sleeping
with Carl?

Of course not. We weren't together.

Apologies for having to ask you this,
Reverend,

but is there any possibility that
your husband was having an affair

during Soo-Min's time in Oxford?

That's absurd. Look, I'm sorry,

but you said this girl
had been dead for years.

My husband was murdered
two days ago.

Why aren't you doing anything
about that?

We are. I promise.

We believe he might have tried
to communicate her name as he died.

What do you mean "communicate"?

I can't say any more at the moment.

Do you have any idea
why he might have wanted people

to make a connection
between himself and Soo-Min?

He wouldn't.

He hardly knew her.

She was so important to him he used
his dying breath to write her name,

yet never even mentioned her at home.

Sounds like an affair if you ask me.

You lost something?

Yeah, my phone. Must have left it
at the school.

What was it Stella and Seager
were researching again?

Alzheimer...

You're funny.

L is the angular
momentum quantum number.

L tells you the type and shape
of the orbitals.

Help! Help!

I'd say it's been less than an hour.

Nothing obviously suspicious.

No indications of a struggle

and the marks on his arm suggest
a history of self-harm.

No sign of a suicide note on him?
No.

But the words on the board
and the study notes at full volume

send a pretty clear message,
don't they?

Is he OK?

He found him. Cut him down.

Oh, God.
I know.

The headmaster called. It's Adam?

We had a tutorial yesterday.

I basically told him he was failing.

It's not your fault.
I didn't offer him any help.

Adam was your pupil before he went
up to uni, is that right?

I was his chemistry teacher.
He was a good lad.

Did you see him this afternoon?

No. I went home ten minutes
after we finished talking.

There was some writing on the board
in your class. 'Thanks, Sir.'

Was that there when you left?

No.

You mean he's blaming me?

It's not clear yet.

But can you imagine why he would
choose to do this in your lab?

He must've been angry
at me for pushing him to apply.

I thought it's what he wanted.
I really thought he'd do well.

Mr Drew? A word, please?
Sorry, the Head. Do you mind?

Course not.

How are you doing?

Fine. You told me to expect
it in this job.

You were right.

I can never get my head around kids
killing themselves over exam stress.

We should sound out Rachel.

Maybe she confessed to him after our
interview,

and that's what triggered it.

Cos otherwise, why today?

What happened today
that tipped him over the edge?

Sir?

I'm concerned that I put undue
pressure on Adam

when I spoke to him in college
earlier.

What kind of undue pressure?

He was so insistent that the hair
couldn't have come off Rachel,

there was just something strange
about the way he seemed so...

So I suggested that it transferred

from his clothes cos he was
the one driving the car.

Well, that's not undue pressure.

That's a sensible line
of inquiry. Come on.

Hold on. Modern miracle?
Where's the crutch gone?

CCTV shows her in A&E
the night of Seager's murder.

You wouldn't hang around in
there all night unless you had to.

I might. If I knew somebody
was going to be killed

and I fancied a watertight alibi.

I've no idea where she is. She
ran out the door, she was a mess.

Yeah, I'm sorry. They shouldn't have
told her about Adam over the phone.

We said we'd come round.
Yeah, hours later.

Do you know when Rachel
last had contact with Adam?

We need to piece together
what happened.

For his family, if nothing else.

They spoke on the phone at five,
five-thirty, maybe.

Any idea what they talked about?

Do you tell your mother what you
talk to your girlfriend about?

You'll have to ask Rachel -
if you can find her.

How's the ankle?

Fine. Better. Thanks.

Only it must have been pretty
serious -

six hours in A&E
and it healed overnight?

What are you now, a copper
or a doctor?

I only asked the question.
Oh, you lot with your questions!

You ask all the questions,

but you don't actually listen
to the answers, do you?

I'll tell you one thing they did
talk about. They talked about you.

Adam told Rachel what you'd said
to him -

she couldn't get him to calm down.

A boy under that kind of pressure

and a girl still grieving
for her sister.

But it's OK, isn't it,
because you've got a badge.

She's just lashing out because she
wants to avoid talking

about her alibi
because it's clearly dodgy.

You can't take it personally.

She's right, we don't listen.
All we do is interrogate.

Yeah, well, that's the job.

We ask people difficult questions.

It doesn't mean we're responsible
for their decisions.

Oh, I don't know.
Well, I do.

Look, take some time off tonight.

Come and have dinner with me and
Laura. No, thanks, I'm all right.

You wouldn't be interrupting - it's a
takeaway. Really. I've got... plans.

Thank you, though.

Interesting. Taste those.

Mm, yes.

I don't care about
the reference number.

I just want you to go out there
and start looking or making...

Mrs Cliff?

Oh, God.

It's Rachel.

She's not answering her phone
and her friends haven't seen her.

I didn't know what else to do.

Is this a craft project
or a cry for help?

It's the only way I can get my head
around how these two are connected.

I still think you're gonna miss
this

when you're growing carrots
and watching Countdown.

I'll find plenty to keep me busy.
Like what, though?

What are you actually going to do?
What does anyone do? I'll potter.

Sir, I've just seen Debbie Cliff at
the front desk.

Rachel didn't come home last night.

That's all we need.
Is there a report out for her?

Desk sergeant's working on it.
Hobson wants to talk to you.

She's got the lab to cross-check
Adam's DNA

with the unknown DNA profiles
from the car,

and we've found a familial match
on one of them.

Familial match?

My wife's in a bit of a bad way. I'd
rather let her sleep if that's OK?

That's fine.

I'm sorry to bother you at a time
like this.

No, no, you're just doing your job.

I don't know what I can tell
you, though.

We don't understand it ourselves.

Did Adam ever talk to you about
what was troubling him?

I...I think it was all just
building up.

Exams, worrying about his
girlfriend,

and then that man coming
out of prison.

Professor Seager.
Did you ever meet him?

No. I've heard what happened
to him though.

Have you ever been in his car?

No. No, of course not.
Why do you ask that?

We've found DNA belonging to one of
Adam's close relatives in there.

Either a parent or a sibling.

Well, that can't be right.

He doesn't have any brothers
or sisters?

He was our only child.

In that case, I'm afraid we will
need a word with your wife.

No, look, please let's... let's
not involve Liz.

I...

I did meet him.

And I... I have been in his car.

It feels like we're throwing you out.

Are you sure this is what you want?
Honestly.

I just need a proper night's sleep
in my own bed.

OK.

You'll give us a shout if you need
anything, won't you?

I will. I promise.

His teacher told us about
this... this course

where you could have... proper
coaching.

Carl Drew's course?

Yeah. Yeah, that's the one.

Mr Drew mentioned this college

that he knew of where sometimes,
for the right student,

it might be possible to...
stack things in their favour.

Are you saying you paid to get
your son into Benison College?

A 200 grand donation
to the roof fund

in exchange for an easy
interview and a place.

We... we did the deal
in Professor Seager's car.

Who else was involved?
It was just those two.

And, oh, the Master, Doctor Yardley.

Adam had no idea until yesterday.

He found out? Well, Seager
promised he would never know.

Then this letter turned up from the
prison a couple of months ago

saying that he'd changed his tune.

Suddenly it was all morally wrong.

He was giving me ten weeks
to talk to Adam myself before he
blew the whistle.

Do you still have this letter?
Adam made me show it to him.

It was only then that he told me
that the man was dead.

So I could have got away
with never telling him at all.

Our last conversation didn't...
have to be me humiliating my son.

It could have been me telling him
that...

..that I love every bone of him

if he never passed a single exam
in his entire life.

Sorry.

I'll get that letter.

I'm sorry, what did you say
your name was again?

DS Hatha... Erm... James.

You're the one who found him.
They said that you tried to help.

I didn't help him.
But you tried.

Thank you. Thank you, James.

DI Lewis, please.

OK. No, no. No message.

Well, I guess it's all there,
isn't it?

I just wanted something
that was mine, you know?

I got fed up of being the other
half of the great biochemist.

So you set up Oxbridge Edge?
It's a legitimate coaching business.

There were only a handful
of occasions when it turned
into anything more.

And how did those occasions work?

Sometimes, with particular families,

you could tell they would
do anything.

I'd scope them out, and if they were
receptive,

I'd put them in touch with Seager.

It was a huge risk, obviously.

The University would have come down
on us like a ton of bricks.

But if we could convince Yardley

that it was watertight,
he'd give us ten per cent.

Did you receive one of these
letters from Seager?

A couple of months ago. And what
would that have done to you?

Look, I see where you're going with
this, but I didn't kill him.

Hi. That was pretty horrible.

I don't know why she wanted to go
back there so soon when it's...

Is everything OK? Carl?

Well, the college needed money.
That was a way to get it.

I think it's the only thing

that Professor Seager and I ever
saw eye to eye on in 30 years.

But you didn't see eye to eye
anymore.

Seager was going to confess,
you knew that.

He was going to end your career.

I took on this Mastership
with a very public promise

to turn Benison's fortunes around.

I staked my reputation on it.

But I've failed.

We reached the point of financial
no-return six months ago.

The college will be forced to merge,
leaving its Master without a future.

So there's really nothing

that Richard's spiritual
cleansing could have done

to make things any worse.

It's me.
Call me as soon as you get this.

I need to see you.

Carl Drew, Yardley and Mr Tibitt,
Adam's dad.

Plus any other parents
who received the same letter.

Any one of them could have killed
Seager to stop him talking.

True. But... how does that connect
to Soo-Min?

Maybe it doesn't.
You don't believe that.

Anyway, what about his blood
on her suitcase?

So he was her tutor, he carried
her suitcase once. It doesn't prove
he killed her.

Or that Seager was killed
because of Soo-Min.

Maybe we started in the wrong place,
starting with Seager.

The answer has to be with Soo-Min.

Come on.
Where are we going?

Back to the station, where we've got
an entire suitcase full of evidence.

You didn't have any plans
for tonight, did you?

What exactly is it we're looking for?
No idea.

But we're going to look at every
photo, every book,

every page of every folder
until we find it.

Oh, my God!

Uniform have started a door-to-door.
It's definitely her.

First Seager, now his wife.

She hasn't been in there long -
a couple of hours.

Drowned?

No, there's a puncture wound on the chest,
so stabbed then dumped most likely.

Given the location of the wound,
there would've been a lot of blood
at the scene.

Martha's house is just upstream
from here, isn't it?

Let's head over there.

Did you get anything?
Not yet. Someone's done a good job.

But one of the boys noticed this.

The missing one doesn't seem
to be here.

Ah, that's not good news.

I'm not sure I follow.

Well, Seager's murder
seemed to be carefully planned -

the pay-as-you-go phone,
car keys stolen in advance.

But if that's the murder weapon,

then whoever stabbed his wife didn't
even think to bring his own knife.

And if it's the same person,
they're getting desperate.

According to the calendar in there,

she kept a regular appointment
with her GP.

The next one was today at three
so I thought I might go.

Yeah, why not?
See what you can find out.

Can you keep us up to date
with the door-to-doors?

Just one thing so far, sir -

a neighbour said she saw someone
turn into the driveway last night.

She recognised him because he used
to teach her daughter. A Mr Drew?

What time was this?
Around six.

Right. Thanks.

No need to let on
that we can place him at the scene.

You go and keep the GP appointment.

I'll go and see what his wife
might give away.

I should never have left her
in the house on her own.

Where did you go
after you dropped her off?

I went straight home.

I saw you.

I discovered my husband was a fraud
and then I was here until late.

How late?
2am... maybe?

That's what I do when things are bad.
I work.

So you wouldn't be able to account
for Carl's movements last night?

No.

But why are you so worried
about where Carl was?

You can't seriously think
he had anything to do with this?

If you look at the photo
the manufacturer sent over,

you'll see the pattern at the hilt
of the knife

matches the bruise pattern
left around the wound.

Hang on.

James? I've just been speaking to
Martha's GP.

We've been asking
the wrong question.

Instead of asking ourselves why
Martha was able

to sleep through her husband being
murdered outside her window,

we should be asking how the killer
knew that she'd sleep through it.

OK.

Her doctor says she kept
pestering him

to increase her prescription
of sleeping pills,

but he said no because he thought
she was getting dependent.

Then all of a sudden, one day,
the pestering stopped,

and he says he suspects she was
getting the supplies from elsewhere.

Another person supplying her?
Well, exactly.

If her killer was feeding her
addiction, then he was helping
her drug herself.

Maybe Martha figured this out
and confronted her supplier.

Right. You need to find the pills.

If we can prove that Carl's the one

that supplied Martha,
I reckon we've got him.

Dark matter.
That is a very good example

of one of the big scientific
mysteries.

Oh, we're nearly finished here.

Do you need me to...? No, no, no,
carry on. I can wait five minutes.

Right.

We'll make this the last one.

Some of our scientists believe

that over three-quarters of the
matter in the universe is invisible

even to the most powerful telescope.

They call this substance
dark matter.

If this theory is right,

then the answers to some of our most
important questions

about the universe might lie not in
the things we can see...

but in the things we can't.

Stella knows already?

Why didn't she call me?

Can you tell me what you did
yesterday after I spoke to you?

I listened to my wife shout at me
for an hour.

Then she stopped shouting...
and wouldn't talk to me.

Eventually I went to see Martha.

So you admit that you were
at the Reverend Seager's house
yesterday evening?

There is nothing to admit.

I...went to see if she'd talk
some sense into Stell.

But there was no answer.

I know you're not a fan of the
blindingly obvious,
but I'll state it anyway.

The first 24 hours following
a murder are too precious
to waste on a 15-year-old case.

Dark matter.

What?

It's not what we can see that's
important, it's what we can't.

Look at this, look at this.

Soo-Min's lab notes -

they're all meticulously catalogued
by project and supervisor.

Professor Gilchrist,
Dr Easom, Dr Marbler...

But when we get to Professor Seager's
section - nothing.

Why there's no record
of the work she did for him?

If she was that well organised,

she'd have had it all backed up
on one of these.

According to the inventory from
Digital,

you're looking for a section
called "Amyloid".

There should be a
Professor Seager file in there.

"The Amyloid Hypothesis. Fibril
Formation and Neuro-degeneration."

Amyloid hypothesis.
Don't pretend you know what it is.

I'm sure I've heard of it.

I think it's something to do with the
breakthrough that made her famous.

- Who?
- Stella Drew.

Prescription sleeping pills...

found in Martha's bedroom
with your name on the bottle.

You knew she was doubling her dose,

so you knew she'd sleep soundly
while you murdered her husband.

Doctor Drew?

Over 35 million people
are living with Alzheimer's today.

That's 35 million people fading
away.

Martha figured it out, didn't she?

She confronted you in her kitchen,

you grabbed a knife
and you stabbed her.

It's not just people
with the disease who suffer.

It's their families, their children

who have to watch
this awful decline.

Why did you murder Professor Seager?

Was it because he killed Soo-Min
or because he knew that you had?

No, Richard didn't kill Soo-Min -
neither of us did.

It was an accident.
Yeah.

An accident which enabled you
to steal lab work from her file

and pass it off as your breakthrough.

We found a back-up on a disc.

It was my doctorate.
Soo-Min was my research student

so anything she stumbled across
was mine to publish.

That's what Soo-Min failed to grasp.

She was threatening to take the
findings home with her

for her own post-grad, so Richard
and I went to talk some sense
into her.

Tell us about this accident.

Eventually we found her, in the
organ loft, collecting up her music.

She refused
to have a sensible discussion.

She tried to leave,
Richard was holding on to her...

..and after that... I don't know.

Suddenly she was... falling
and there was this crack.

If it was an accident,
why didn't you call an ambulance?

I was going to, but he stopped me.

He said if he went to prison,
it would all fall apart -

the research, my post-doc funding,
everything we'd been working for.

So I let him do it... I let him hide
the body.

And then when he cut himself on
a nail in the attic, I took over.

And then I lived with it.
Every day for 15 years.

Until I realised it wasn't over -

it was all just the catalyst
for everything else.

What do you mean?

Six weeks ago, Richard sent me
the most extraordinary letter.

Three pages of waffle
about God and the prison chaplain.

And then...

..this one paragraph at the end
casually blowing everything apart.

Warning you he was going to confess?

He was going to betray me.

After 15 years of telling myself
that if I worked hard enough,

if the research
could make enough difference,

then what happened to Soo-Min might
not be in vain,

he was pulling the plug on it all.

So you stole his car keys, you lured
him outside,

and you killed him, framing Rachel.

But going to prison means abandoning
my research and I can't let
that happen.

I have a responsibility
to see it through.

Was it your responsibility
to kill your mentor?

And his wife when she figured
it out?

Martha was my best friend.

That's the hardest sacrifice
I've ever had to make.

But she said she was going
to the police and...

Stella Drew, I'm arrest-
Wait!

If you're going to arrest me,
you need to understand...

my research isn't just
some science project.

This is work with genuine potential.

It could make a difference to
millions of lives.

If... if I go to prison, you're
setting that back by decades.

I'm sorry, we're police officers.

Decisions about the future
of mankind

don't really feature
in our job description.

Stella! Stella!

Stell? What's happening?

I heard you were home.
I wanted to see how you are.

And let you know that someone
has confessed.

Where did you go?
I dunno. I just walked around.

She'll be OK, though, won't you?
It just takes time, that's all.

How can you keep making out
you're sorry,

when you were so jealous of him

you faked a fall
just to get some attention?

Yeah. I knew.

So leave it, OK?

Well, there you go.

First my husband left... then Erin.

It's just me and Rachel now.

Got what you came for?

They were erm... clearing out Adam's
room in college,

returning things to his parents.

I thought you might like these.

Oh.

Thank you.

For taking the time. Thank you.

She all right?
I think so.

Are you all right?

Surely you're not buying
into all that stuff

about the future in dementia?

Stella Drew's not the only person
working on it, you know.

It's not that.

I took your advice.

Got a meeting with Innocent
tomorrow morning.

Oh, well, that's good.

That's really good.

I know you hate jumping
through hoops...

It's not to talk about promotion.

It's to hand in my resignation.

Your resignation?

What's brought this on?

This job makes you look at things
differently, doesn't it?

I always told you it would.
Oh, I know.

I didn't understand.
I don't like what I've become.

I used to think that people
were... basically good.

Now I don't and I don't know
when that changed.

Well, that's just a sign
that you're a seasoned copper,

it's not a sign you
should chuck it all in.

Well, you love this, you're still
getting out.

Yeah, I think so, before too long.

But I've got to that stage. I've
got to that stage too - earlier.

I've got a feeling that's not what
the fast track scheme's all about.

Are you sure about this?

I need a change.

Well, in that case, I need a drink.

Come on.

What?
Nothing.

We can... still meet up
for the odd pint, can't we?

Two ex-coppers?
Of course.

They do a pensioners' special
on a Tuesday. I could treat you...

Oi, I'm still your boss for now.

I hope you don't feel it's been
a waste,

being my boss... training me up.

Because I've appreciated it.

It wasn't a waste.
It was a pleasure.

Thank you, sir.

You're all right.

And it's Robbie.

Thank you, Robbie.

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