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Oh, my God, there's Gary!

- Hey, Gary!
- Hi!

- Oh, lovely chopper, Gary!
- Hi, Gary!

Hey, Gary!

Get him on the
camera as he gets out!

- Flash bastard!
- Whoo!

Here comes Gary
arriving for the big day.

Living it large, my friend.

- To old friends!
- Old friends.

- And Mr. Operator. KES:
Mr. Operator's gonna win!

And Godfather, your opinion.

Quietly confident.

Save some for me!

Don't you dare!

Here's Dad. Late, as usual.

Here you go.

- Get that down you.
- Thank you very much.

Cheers!

The news is he's traveled well.
- He is a winner!

Good lad. It's Connor McBride.

- Connor McBride.
- Absolutely.

Check the weight there.

Good luck, mate.
We're right behind you.

And after the fourth race, the
accumulator now stands at £1,470.

Come on!

- Come on! He's favorite by a mile!
- It's your money, Rakesh.

I feel lucky.

- £300 on Mr. Operator, please.
- Oh!

Come on, Harry! In you come!

Here's to you and me.
It's gonna be a great one.

Oh, there he is! I can see him.

And, yes, they're off!
They're clean away.

And first to show is
Pongo on the outside...

Yellow Diamonds.
Closely followed by...

- Come on!
- Come on!

- Come on, Operator! Come on!
- Come on!

As they come
up to the first turn,

Mr. Operator is
pressing for the lead.

- He looks great, doesn't he?
- Mmm.

The first two, that's Mr. Operator in
the maroon and white, alongside Pongo.

- Come on!
- Come on!

Come on!

The second favorite, Donny's
Boy, is now beginning to show.

Mr. Operator back into third.

Go, go, go!

What's wrong with him?

Then comes The Brief.

The back marker at
66-1 is Woodland Girl.

He's running like a pig!

Mr. Operator seems to be losing
ground. The field are pulling away...

Come on, McBride.

Come on, Mr. Operator!

Oh, my God.

And, oh, dear! Connor McBride
underneath Mr. Operator.

Goodness me! He still
hasn't got to his feet...

Jesus! Come on.

Professor Dalton.

Hi.

Neck isn't broken.

Horse ran terrible.

Right out of character.

Jockey was stone-dead
when they got to him.

Mmm. Probably the sheer weight
of the horse falling on top of him.

Autopsy straight away.

How's the horse?

- His leg's shattered.
- Is there nothing you can do?

- Sorry. There's no option.
- Oh, you'd better do it.

Oh.

What's taking so long?

It looks bad. They've
abandoned the meeting.

That only means one thing.

Oh, God!

I don't like to ask, but the
horse was insured, wasn't it?

Oh, great! That's just great!

- What did he say?
- He...

I was just checking if
the horse was insured.

- Don't bother with him!
- Matt, don't be a prat!

- What did I say?
- It's not quite the right moment, is it?

Oh, don't take the moral
high ground, please!

Come on, Matt!

Why are you all bitching?

Have you noticed anything, Kes?
None of us like each other anymore.

Let's go and grab a snack.

What's happened to McBride?

I'm Gary Chettle, one of the
owners. We're part of a syndicate.

I'm afraid you'll have to wait
for the formal announcement.

Oh, my God. He's dead, isn't he?

Who the hell are you?

Hmm, sorry. They're mine!

I'm Nikki. I'm a
forensic anthropologist.

You're brushing your
teeth in the mortuary.

I know. Ladies' loo has flooded.

Mortuary, as in evidence.

- Contamination thereof.
- I sort of know that.

Cases depend on it.

This is the pathology department,
not the Natural History Museum.

Are you Leo?

Professor Leo Dalton,
head of this department.

I know.

You can't just wander in
here and start camping out.

Not normally, obviously.

- What?
- You're right, of course.

You don't just
invade a mortuary.

Okay, look.

The archaeology department

doesn't have the software for
facial reconstruction, you have.

So when I brought these back
from the Brecon Beacons dig...

It's a very unusual
late Iron Age burial.

My colleagues think it's
ritual sacrifice, but I don't.

That's what's so interesting.

Well, how interesting you
find these bones isn't the point.

I just wanted to get on with it. To
know what these people look like.

I'm sorry.

I convinced myself if you'd been
here, you'd have let me use the software.

And Professor Heggerty said, "Oh, Leo,
he's fairly easy-going. He won't mind."

I'm not doing very well, am I?

No.

Don't you understand
that feeling?

It's obsessive.

I'm sorry. I really am.

You find something, you
want the answers PDQ.

You just have to have them.

Sorry.

Again.

Come on, Godfather.
A word for Kes' camera?

Go away, Kes.

A large brandy in
the flask, please.

- Are you an alcoholic?
- You've still got the lens cap on.

Pack it in, Kes.

Well, he seems okay.

Ooh-ooh! Over here, Gary!

Why don't we go out and eat? The
three of us. Pretend we're a family.

It's your turn to have him.

I need some free time.

Look, Kate, I'm
really trying here.

I missed your
birthday, didn't I?

What would you like?
Name it, it's yours.

Well, erm, I'd like you and
Mum to get back together.

Okay. So you wouldn't like
the trainers I bought you?

Done your jockey?

He's on his way in. I don't
think there's much in it for us.

The racing people are
having a minor meltdown.

- Did they let the result stand?
- Yeah, but they're not happy.

Dead cert favorite has
fallen over for no reason.

Have you been practicing
facial reconstruction?

You're getting
better at it than I am.

It's not mine.

Hi, guys.

Where did you
learn how to do this?

Well, I worked in forensic pathology
in Johannesburg for six months.

We had a lot of
unidentified bodies.

You've even impressed Harry.

I don't know if I've fallen
into a black hole or something.

Oh, sorry. This is Nikki.

I'm intending to have her thrown
out at some point, but I've been busy.

Nikki Alexander,
forensic anthropologist.

It's a RAM raid, really. I only
want you for your software.

I've had her checked out, and it
seems she is who she says she is.

- Well, I should hope so.
- I've often wondered.

Do you want to see the
rest of my Iron Age family?

The reconstructions are
coming together rather well.

This is the woman, 30-ish.

Brought your own bones?

Leo said that I can't
keep them in the morgue,

so he told me I could
leave them there.

Oh.

Not actually on my desk, but...

Really?

How are you getting to London?

I don't know.

I'm staying here.

Mmm.

In my own room.

Cuts and abrasions to the hands.

Consistent with trying
to hang on to the reins.

Compound fracture
to the clavicle

indicates that his shoulder broke
his fall before the horse fell on him.

And that's what killed him. He
has what we call a flail chest.

Almost every rib is broken,
puncturing the lungs and other organs.

Cause of death?

Massive internal
bleeding and shock.

The paramedics would
have to be turbocharged

to reach him on time, or lucky.

Playing to the gallery?

I've got toxicology.

Not exactly drunk and disorderly,
but half-a-skinful, at least.

According to insiders, he was a
promising lad who hadn't come on.

A bit desperate.

Maybe he had a few beforehand,
not thinking he was getting a ride.

Hello?

We're on our way.

Perhaps you'd better check.

Over there.

Helicopter's stable?
How many bodies?

One in the cockpit,
and one over there.

- I'll show you. HARRY:
Anything been moved?

Make some space on the other side.
- Yes, sir.

Get on to the Met office
again and make sure...

I didn't get you
out of bed, did I?

Chris! I hadn't
actually got that far.

Didn't expect to see
you again quite so soon.

I asked for you.
Who's your mate?

That's Leo Dalton, my boss.

DCI Hollander, I understand
congratulations are in order.

- I'll take this one.
- Okay.

Any idea what happened here?

Celebrations. The cabin looks
like my boozer at chucking-out time.

I saw this guy yesterday.

He was at the races. He said they
were a syndicate which owned a horse.

Poor sod.

Got a broken neck. Didn't
stand much of a chance.

Neither of them did.

Well, somebody was pissed,
'cause I can still smell it.

Look at this. Winnings.

In euros?

Well, it was some
rich bastard's pay day.

- This explains the smell of whisky.
- Well, there you go.

The seal's still intact.

- Duty-free.
- You lads!

We just tell you what
the evidence tells us.

'Course you do. - What's this?

Coffee.

If we can get you
a kidney quickly,

then I'm sure we can get you
well enough to have a baby.

You'd need a bit more
prenatal care, but...

Okay?

She's got such courage
and determination.

I'm sure she's
gonna win through.

It would be fantastic
if it could happen.

It will.

Right, so, are we
gonna go for this?

- Try stopping me!
- Good!

I mean, I know I can't
make any promises,

but I don't see any reason why
this shouldn't work out for you.

And the sooner the better, okay?

Air traffic control gave us
the two named on the flight.

Both doctors.

Gary Chettle, who leased the
aircraft, and Rakesh Bhandari.

Which one's this one?

Well, the pilot's
Chettle, so this one...

Has got to be Rakesh Bhandari.

Are you sure? Any ID?

That's the name on the
flight. That's who he is, Harry.

Hi, Kes. It's Mum.
What're you doing?

Did you keep Dad up late?

Hugo, when you wake up,
can you get Kes to give me a bell

and tell me when he's
heading back, okay?

Who was in this seat?

Well, if that guy was in
the back, empty, I guess.

It's hardly rocket science.

Harry?

There's another one!

Any sign of life?

Come on! Get a move on!

Medic!

We've got a live one! Medics!

- I'm Harry.
- I'm Kes.

Chris!

You're all right.

Steady, steady. - Steady.

Come on, buddy. Keep his
shoulders and his head together.

Lift.

Yeah. Okay. Yeah.
Right. Thank you.

- Why wasn't he on the flight plan?
- I don't know.

I've just spoken to the
Jockey Club and you're right,

they did own the
horse that fell yesterday.

Right.

The race is being investigated

because they're not satisfied
the horse just stumbled.

You think they're connected?

Well, let's wait till you've
autopsied the pilot, eh?

Maybe we're looking at
something much nastier.

Can we have these
bodies bagged up?

Something to really
get our teeth into, eh?

Oi, get off the car!

Accident investigation officers

have begun their enquiry
into the cause of the crash,

while police have confirmed there
were two men on board the helicopter,

and both were killed on impact.

Initial reports suggest that one of
the victims was Dr. Gary Chettle,

an eminent neurosurgeon...

What is it?

Dr. Chettle was an experienced
pilot who knew the area well,

leading to speculation about
the cause of this tragedy.

- I can't believe this is happening.
- Well, it has.

I mean, after yesterday.

Just Gary?

On the news, two men.

Rakesh.

Get them off the trolleys
and in the fridges, will you?

- We're about to do both at once.
- Give us a break!

- Have you traced any next of kin?
- We're working on it.

It's tough, but it's
better procedure.

Er, can I do anything?

- We haven't slept.
- Well, I am Home Office certified.

Scrub up. It's your lucky day!

- Which one's this?
- What shall I tell the people outside?

- What people outside?
- They're out here.

Hello.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I know it's difficult, but
it would help us a lot

if someone could
formally identify the bodies.

Sorry, I don't
think I can do this.

I know that people expect doctors
to find these things easy, but...

Hey...

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah, that's Gary.

Chettle.

It's Hugo. It's not Rakesh.

- Are you sure?
- Of course I'm bloody sure!

It's Hugo Slattery.
It's my ex-husband.

I am so sorry. There's
obviously been a mistake.

My God, Kes! He was
with Hugo! Where's Kes?

Items from Hugo
Slattery's pockets.

Mobile phone.

Car keys.

Okay, so it was
a glorious night,

experienced pilot,
very used to night flying.

No obvious evidence of
any mechanical failure.

So why does he fly at full
speed straight into the ground?

A plane ticket. It's to
Turkey. Return, yesterday.

There was no radio communication
said that anything was wrong,

and the radio was working.

Pills in Gary
Chettle's trousers.

Should he be flying
if he's on medication?

- It depends what they are, obviously.
- Any idea?

We'll get them tested.

Are you okay, Matt?
God, you're shaking.

What's the news?

Erm...

Gary and Hugo.

Kes?

No. Hopefully.

Rakesh, we thought you were dead.
Your name was on the flight plan.

Oh, no.

He's got a variety
of traumatic injuries.

What you'd expect,
really, external and internal.

Consistent with the crash.

- Anything suspicious?
- No.

Any sign of the tox reports?
- No.

- So what about Gary Chettle?
- Hold on.

Er, we can be pretty safe about
cause of death as a broken neck.

Otherwise, it's severe head and
facial impact injuries like Slattery.

So, what else can you tell us?

The liver's quite fatty. He's a
bit more than a social drinker.

Heart looks fine.
It's not enlarged.

No external
signs. I'd have to...

Dissect?

Yeah.

Nikki, can you dissect
this heart, please?

Yeah.

Thank you. NIKKI: Thanks.

So, what about the helicopter?

Well, AAIB said it was new
and serviced only two weeks ago.

Could just be tiredness.

Just nodded off. I don't know.
Is that likely in an aircraft?

I don't know. Something
could have happened.

A fight between the
passengers, maybe.

The state of the cockpit doesn't
give us much chance of knowing.

There's hardly room
to swing a punch.

But there's a lot of cash on
board. Enough to fall out over.

ID on the pills.

Laxatives.

Harry, I think you
should have a look at this.

Yeah. Well spotted. Leo?

Could be a conduction
defect in the heart.

A type-two block?

It could well be. He might
have had a bradycardia.

If he had a slow heart rate, he
might have complained to his GP.

- Could that cause a heart attack?
- No.

But it might cause
drowsiness or a blackout.

And surely he shouldn't have
been flying with a condition like that.

No. Definitely not.

Mr. Gibb. Sorry.

Your friends died from injuries
consistent with the crash.

But there will be
further investigation.

Did, erm, Gary's autopsy
show anything untoward?

- Sorry, I...
- Sorry.

I'm Rakesh Bhandari.
I was his GP.

I see. Can I have
a word with you?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

- Let's try in here.
- All right.

Did Gary Chettle ever
complain of fatigue?

No. He never
mentioned any symptoms.

Had you examined him
in the last year or so?

Of course. What's this about?

Well, my autopsy showed he had
a type-two blockage in his heart.

This can induce a
condition called bradycardia.

I know what the condition
is. Did it cause the accident?

Dr. Bhandari, you signed
him off for his pilot's license.

If you did so knowing he
suffered from bradycardia,

that would be a
very serious offense.

Gary never complained of any symptoms
and I didn't detect a slow heart rate.

I'm a doctor. Sometimes
I make mistakes.

I mean...

Given that until a
couple of hours ago,

you thought that I
was one of the victims!

You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Do you want to...

I suppose we can
all make mistakes.

Mine can be a lot more costly.

I'm a kidney specialist.

I'm in partnership
with Hugo. Well, I was.

Do you have business in Turkey?
Only we found a plane ticket.

Yes, he'd just been there. We've
got links with various hospitals abroad.

- What kind of links?
- Transplants.

We try to save the
ones the NHS can't.

Are donors any easier to
find there than they are here?

Well, yes, they are.
Well, they get paid.

Ah. Right.

I save lives.

Well, I don't imagine that you
improve the lives of your donors.

A man can survive
well on one kidney.

Maybe even happier if he
knows he can feed his family.

- The market decides everything?
- So what do we have here, then?

Transplant waiting
lists only getting shorter

because the patients are dying!

- Do you prefer that?
- Yes, I do prefer it.

I grant you, the system
here isn't perfect...

If you want to contact me...

We shouldn't have to wait
all day for the tox reports!

Okay, right. So when
will they be ready?

Sorry? You're telling
me she's gone home?

Well, do you see us going home?

- Fascinating.
- Bonkers!

- Thinking about another pathologist?
- No!

Under no circumstances!

We've got him!

Gary Chettle hiked up the insurance
on the horse just ten days ago.

Looks like he knew there was
something wrong with it, wanted to cash in.

How's it connected to
the helicopter crash?

Maybe that gang of doctors isn't as
friendly as they're making out to be.

Anyway, the horse autopsy's
tomorrow. Who wants to join the vet set?

- Do you two draw lots?
- No, Harry'll do it.

Good lad!

Don't faint, don't throw up,
and don't touch anything.

Okay.

Well, we'd like to know if
he had something wrong

that justified an
insurance fiddle.

We charge extra for insurance.

If you can handle a horse, Harry,
we'll get through it in half the time.

Yep.

We know the cause of death.

Lethal injection administered
by one of my colleagues.

Is that another injection?
It looks like a swelling.

I'll have a closer look at that.

I'd like to give you what
you want, but it's not.

It's a cyst. Probably benign.

Right, let's take a look
at his rectum. Pardon me.

Well, Istanbul, here we come!

- You gonna be all right?
- Yeah. I'll be fine.

He's been really helpful.

I wish you didn't have to go.

I just wanna be sure, you
know? There's a lot to organize.

I'm starting worrying
about the baby now.

You're incredible!

Listen, you haven't had a
transplant, let alone get pregnant.

And I think I've got to be
personally involved in that part!

What do you think?

Look, you just
rest. Take it easy.

And if you get tired, you
just go and see Louise, okay?

Do you think I should've waited
for a transplant on the NHS?

- Dr. Bhandari said that I was...
- No! No, Jan! It's a lottery.

Look, two days,
and then I'll be back.

Okay?

There are a number of fractures
to the left foreleg, results of the fall.

The leg bones of all
race horses are fragile.

That's the way they're bred.

Third metacarpal's the most
common. Here. Irreparable.

Okay, so we know from the X-ray
that your career-threatening condition

is the beginning of
osteochondrosis in the right leg, here.

- Not an old horse either.
- But that leg isn't broken?

No. It would only have
been a matter of time, though.

Maybe Chettle was
fixing the insurance,

but that had nothing to
do with the horse falling?

Not in this case.

There seems to be a lot
of laceration round the jaw.

The poor thing must have come
crashing down, flat on his face.

You're right. He didn't
just stumble, did he?

His legs went from under him
like a puppet with the strings cut.

Is that unusual?

Any fall in a flat race is
unusual. This is very suspicious.

What would you be looking
at in a human, Harry?

- Heart, brain and blood.
- Yeah.

The check-in for flight
7479 to Istanbul is now open.

Please have your
passports ready.

Mr. Barnes.

There's your tickets.

Somebody will be waiting up
here for you when you get back.

- Not you?
- No, don't worry.

There's a couple of Valium
in there. Enjoy Turkey.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Oh, don't worry.

- I expect you've got lots of patients.
- Yep, there's loads of people ready

to hand over stacks of cash
for blind beggars' organs.

I didn't say that.

I'm teasing!

But if you've come
here to convert me...

Your colleague, Hugo.

Do you know what he
was doing in Turkey?

Why?

We found 20,000
euros in the helicopter.

Could they have been his?

Sorry. Can I have
the bill, please?

Louise?

I thought you'd invited
me here for coffee.

- Well, I did, but...
- I watched my little brother die.

Everybody else made promises,
and kept his spirits up and sang hymns.

But the one thing that
would have saved him

couldn't be had
for love or money.

So I'm doing something about it.

Who wants one for luck?

I'll have it. I think
I'm gonna need it.

Let's have a look at the bloods.

The betting patterns will
certainly be worth examining.

- Not an accident?
- I'll say the poor beggar was sluggish.

Ketamine.

Not a big dose, but
enough to slow him down.

And it would be unpredictable.

Once the horse started
galloping, anything could happen.

Except, of course, he wouldn't
win. Not in a million years.

- How was it administered?
- Rectally, according to the swab.

Squeezy bottle. Anything.

Fool's way, if you're desperate
and you haven't got a syringe handy.

I hope whoever held
him got a good kicking.

We found them all
jumbled together.

A heap of bones
under a rough cairn.

It's hard to imagine
that they were a family.

Iron Age nuclear family.
Mother, father and son.

Plus six or seven dogs.

- It's a lot for one family, isn't it?
- Hunters, shepherds.

Here's the strange thing.
The skeletons aren't complete.

There are some
specific pieces missing.

Oh, I got the toxicology
report for the pilot, Gary Chettle.

And?

Some alcohol, but
only a couple of units.

He tested positive for a
significant dose of ketamine.

That's insane.

Knocked out like the horse?

We have to find out how the
ketamine got into Gary Chettle's system.

Are you suggesting I might
have missed a needle mark?

I'm sure you were extremely thorough.
Just wanna be able to rule it out.

Ketamine doesn't have
to be injected, does it?

No. I hope he didn't get it
the same way as the horse.

Users on the street
buy it in powder form.

He was a doctor. He wouldn't have
had any difficulty getting hold of it.

And no sign of residue.
He wasn't snorting the stuff.

Ingested?

It'd have to be.

You wouldn't fly on
that for fun, would you?

It's odorless and tasteless.

Someone could have
slipped it to him somehow.

I'm sorry about everything, Kes.

I'm sorry I've been
such a lousy mum.

I'm always so busy...
Thinking about myself.

I'm sorry me and Hugo
didn't get back together.

I'm sorry I'm gonna have
to tell you such bad news.

I'm sorry.

But, please, please
wake up, Kes!

Please!

Here we go again!

What's that?

Some camcorder stuff Kes
Slattery shot on race day.

- Anything useful?
- No.

Just sad, really.

Chris is trying to find out if any
of them ordered any ketamine.

Harry, there's someone
here to see you.

Did you want to see me?

Did Gary's heart
condition cause the crash?

Why?

Okay, he did complain of
drowsiness a couple of times,

and I thought it might
have been bradycardia.

There's no medication you can give.
It wasn't bad enough for a pacemaker.

Did you send him for an ECG?

You know the
pressure with friends.

I feel really, really
crap about this, Harry.

I have to report
this. You know that?

- I'll be struck off.
- I know.

As it happens, we've
already concluded

that the heart condition wasn't
a contributory factor in the crash.

It's not relevant. I
won't report it. Forget it.

Thanks.

All right, lads? HARRY: Chris!

Got the tox report
on Hugo Slattery.

Tested positive
for cheesy Wotsits.

Also, cocaine, very
positive, and alcohol.

Celebrating.

I suppose we
should be charitable,

and say that he was upset
at losing a horse and rider.

Okay, get back to
Chettle and this drug?

Didn't you say he
had a heart condition?

You'd have to class that as a
nuisance rather than a threat.

But it might make the effect
of the ketamine worse, right?

Possibly.

Who would have
known about his heart?

Let's find out who his GP was.

We know that, don't
we? Rakesh Bhandari.

Another member of the syndicate.

- You didn't mention this.
- I didn't think it was relevant.

- Did you talk to him?
- Yeah.

What, you interviewed a
suspect without my knowledge?

Hold on, Chris. I didn't
know he was a suspect.

He simply admitted to me

that he knew Chettle had
a slow heart rate, that's all.

And you were
gonna keep it quiet?

What if it had been a copper
letting his mate off a speeding ticket?

- Did you report him?
- He lost friends yesterday.

I didn't think it was fair,
but I'll amend my report.

Dr. Bhandari?

DCI Hollander.

Come into my office.

Thanks for your time. I just
wanted to ask you a few questions.

Why was your name
on the flight plan?

I was going to fly, but
then I decided to stay.

It was as simple as that.

My plans changed.

You realized you weren't gonna pull
this woman, so thought you'd go home?

Yeah.

And then you changed your mind?

Kes got very excited about flying, so
that meant Hugo had to stay with him.

There's only enough room for
three, so I did the unselfish thing.

And Gary forgot to
tell flight control, yeah?

Kes will tell you about
it when he comes round.

Did you know that the horse
was doped with ketamine?

I backed that horse.
I've still got the ticket.

How do you feel
about the accident

knowing about Gary's health
as you do, being his GP?

There has to be another
explanation. Gary was okay to fly.

Rakesh Bhandari was desperate.
His whole career was on the line.

I didn't know he was gonna
be a suspect in a murder.

What would you have done?

It was a borderline
misdemeanor. Move on.

You've just secured Chris
Hollander's promotion to DCI,

he thinks you're the bee's
knees! What does he know?

How come nobody's
followed up on Hugo Slattery?

He's just back from Turkey
with a bag stuffed full of euros.

Did somebody try to
bump him off, do you think?

Somebody would really have to
hate him to bump off his son, as well.

What's it like in a coma?
Did you see angels?

Oh!

Hiya.

I thought you might
want these back.

Oh!

I'm just amazed he
came round so quickly!

- Your name's Harry, isn't it?
- Yeah.

- He saved your life.
- Not sure that's true.

You're pretty indestructible
by the look of it!

Your mum and I have
got a little conspiracy

to keep the police away
from you for a while,

but they are going to want
to ask you a lot of questions.

I don't remember much, anyway.

Have you asked Dad?

I remember taking
off. That was good.

Do you remember
Gary at the controls?

Yeah!

He was mad! He was rapping away!

Mmm.

You get some sleep now.

He was... He was snoring.

I shook him.

I tried to work the radio.

I didn't know what to do.

Do you want some water?

I left my fleece at Dad's.

The navy one.

Could you get it for me?

Okay.

Oh, God! Kate!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to get
some clothes for Kes.

He's gonna be okay.

Oh, I'm glad, Kate.
I'm really glad.

So, how did you get
into Hugo's flat, then?

I used the keys that
he keeps in the office.

I had to get hold of some
patient details urgently.

My God.

He only died two days ago.

Right.

You see, I could ask you why
you've got a key to his apartment.

I mean, you haven't
been together for six years.

Er, I forgot to give it back.

Oh, right!

I don't trust you, Louise. You
always want what others have.

- Sorry, what did you say?
- You always want what other people have!

Yeah, and you've always been
a lousy judge of character, Kate.

And whatever went wrong between
you and Rakesh is no concern of mine.

And you're safe,
because I don't want him.

We've been through everything

and Rakesh Bhandari
didn't order any ketamine.

As far as I can see, racing and
gambling were just a hobby to him.

He's an amateur.

But betting has got to
be the key to this murder.

Murder?

Prefer the cock-up
version of history myself.

But then I'm not a copper.

I bet you a pound.

If it is a betting scam...

How do you make money
just by stopping the favorite?

You don't know which
other horse is gonna win.

It doesn't matter
if it's the right race.

We know the favorite's
not going to win,

so we're going to bet different
amounts on the other four horses.

The outsider is at 66-1,

but let's make it
simpler, and make it 60-1.

So, let's say we've
decided to win £60.

We put £1 on
Woodland Girl at 60-1.

The Brief is at 12-1.

So we put five on him.

Pongo's at 6-1, so
we put ten on that.

And the last one gets £15.

- So whichever horse comes in first...
- We win £60.

That's right.

But if we add up the
total amount of bets,

it's 31.

Plus, we get a stake back
on whichever horse wins.

You're following.

So, whichever horse wins, we have
a guaranteed profit of at least £30.

Can't lose.

So, why doesn't
everyone do that?

Remember, we're not supposed to
know that the favorite isn't going to win.

And it only works
on certain races.

The favorite has to be
way ahead in the betting,

and you can't have
too many other horses,

otherwise the total bets would
exceed the guaranteed profit.

There's your scam, Chris.

Where did you learn all that?

I'm attracted to the
wrong sort of blokes.

This is a security announcement.

All passengers are reminded not
to leave their luggage unattended.

Any unattended baggage
will be removed immediately.

High Street, please.

He was drugged. They
found ketamine in his blood.

Somebody wanted to kill
either him or Hugo. Why?

- Ketamine? RAKESH:
It's luck that Kes survived!

What a cock-up! All
this over a dead horse?

And a dead jockey.

So that means Dad's
dead, too, doesn't it?

Because if he was alive,
you would have told me.

It's just like everything else.

You're all scared of the truth.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, my God! Hang on!
Hang on! Wait a second.

Stephen?

Stephen? Stephen,
can you hear me?

Come on. Let's get you inside.

Oh, careful. That's
it. I've got you.

That's it. Take care.

Oh, Stephen! That's
it. It's okay. Okay.

Stephen?