Original subtitles

Bloody racket!

Look, here. Can you see she's trying not to cry?

We were told they weren't starting 'til the weekend.

Well, it is the weekend, Iain.

A long one, starting this afternoon.

And you could have booked it off, too.

Yes, well, clients come first,

and my list is full at the moment.

Right, now, if you don't mind,

I've got a final session due shortly.

Well, then.

See you Tuesday.

Oh, Tony, it's that weirdo again.

No law against being a weirdo, lucky for you.

Platanus x Hispanica, the mighty London Plane.

Yeah, there's a... a lot of them about.

Yeah, and I never tire of tending them.

Or talking about them.

When you've been round these old timers as long as I have,

you get to feeling their energy.

This one's weary.

I know how it feels.

So it stands its ground and bears witness for...

Incoming fit bird, southeast corner, my angle.

Max, you're on your dingy. Good.

I was worried you might be away for the weekend.

No. I'm just here.

What about you?

Stuck in Germany, unfortunately.

My mother's carer was off sick, and I can't get

a flight back to London not until tomorrow now.

I'm expecting a delivery.

You couldn't go to the flat and wait for it, could you?

Um, bring me back some of that Marzipan I like,

and it's a deal.

Thank you.

Winding up, but bearing in mind

this is your final session.

It might be helpful to reflect on where you are now,

as compared to how you were feeling

when we started your therapy.

I feel ready.

Ready to trust and to...

to be loved.

I think.

I believe you are, Daisy.

And I'm so very glad.

I hope you're proud.

Bye for now!

- Cheers mate. - See ya.

Thank you.

You're not gonna sit in the whole weekend, are you?

No, I'm...

I'm fine.

Let's talk when I'm back from Bath, okay?

Have a good one.

Hey, hey, hey, you need to move. You're too close to my car.

Sorry, mate, breaking for lunch.

Lunch? It's only 11:00 a.m.

Some of us start early, sweetheart.

Suit-monkeys.

Their fancy parking spaces wouldn't exist

if we didn't look after these old beauties.

They don't realize their bad juju is recorded

in every annual growth ring

of these elder-statesman's mighty trunks.

I'll lock up the van, meet you in the caff.

Yeah, you go on ahead.

I'm gonna put some fliers out round the area

while we're here, and I'll catch you later.

Here, give us both a laugh.

Key his car while I'm gone.

I should have known I couldn't do it

I shouldn't have tried.

Take a breath, scan your body.

Where you're feeling tension.

I thought this session was gonna be about

my big achievement.

Instead, it's just a massive step backwards.

Couple of controlled breaths.

Then tell me about it.

Sorry, can you excuse me for a moment, Khalid?

Keep breathing.

Here you are.

Uh-huh.

Well...

I think it's a loose connection.

Because the lights are flickering

and my piano shorted last night.

I know it's a public holiday, but I need an electrician.

Mm-hmm.

Well, my flight's on time, so we should be well on the way

to Wicklow before any mad traffic.

Oh, old on.

I better take this.

How much?!

You have got to be joking.

It's a houseboat, not Wembley Stadium!

Uh, no, no, no.

Yeah, yeah, but no, that's all right.

Yeah, book me in. Understood, yeah.

Layla.

Right. I'm on my way.

Astrid?!

Max.

Are you at home?

Yes, I was going to call and thank you

for stepping in for me.

Oh.

Maybe you could return the favor?

Iain Frankland. 51, psychotherapist.

Bludgeoned to death it looks like.

Almost certainly with his own lamp.

Effective.

Victim was in the middle of an online therapy session.

The client called it in.

So we have an eyewitness?

Didn't see the assailant, seemingly.

Frankland muted the session, and it all happened off camera.

Good thing is, he says Frankland recorded it.

It's the type of therapy they do.

We need to see that footage now.

The back door has been jimmied,

and there is a blood smear going out that way

The victim's blood?

I'm not speculating.

Well, looks like a panicked escape, anyway.

Robbery gone wrong, perhaps.

The drawers were rifled, but nothing obvious taken.

Victim's wallet was in his pocket, cash and cards.

Could have been disturbed?

There's no CCTV in the building,

but the victim would have had to buzz anyone in himself.

Cleaner? Other offices?

He shares these rooms with another therapist,

Charlotte Twist, but she was off for the weekend.

Mr. Frankland was alone.

Apparently not.

That's me trying to get the kids to school every morning.

You're wanted outside.

I left him working yesterday afternoon.

He was determined to come in today

because he had a client.

Khalid Hasan.

We've seen the footage.

Is it normal to tape your clients?

Yeah. It's part of the process in ISTDP.

We only keep them long enough to study the clients

as part of their treatment.

And the tapes are confidential.

Not when a murder occurs in the middle of recording.

You'll want to see this.

It's yesterday's post, a couple of estate agents' details,

and this.

Oh, my God.

I know who sent that.

Well, I don't know, but it's got to be him.

There was this client last year, Nathan... Nathan Dix.

He initially presented with depression,

a history of personality disorders,

ADHD on top, but things deteriorated

when he came off his meds.

This was Mr. Frankland's client or yours?

Iain's, although we...

we consult each other as part of the process.

It's peer supervision.

Anyway, Nathan stopped recognizing boundaries,

he started inundating

Iain with e-mails, voicemails, texts.

I'll check for them.

And then he was arrested for trying to enter

the offices uninvited.

Well, if he was arrested, we'll have a custody image on file.

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, it's all

on record.

Our regulatory body was helping

Iain with legal advice and a restraining order.

I mean, it happens. Idealization of the therapist.

I imagine you'll have an address for Mr. Dix.

Uh...

Well, I don't know, because it all peaked a few months ago,

and then Nathan's living situation become chaotic.

But we should have a GP's number in the office.

Because Iain was liaising with them

when things started to spiral.

Um, perhaps you could show me where.

You're telling me that someone has killed my husband?

Yes, I am.

And we're trying to find out who it was.

He's dead?

I'm so sorry, but we need to know your whereabouts

this morning between 11:00 and 12:00.

Mine?

I've been here all day, cooking for the weekend.

And your daughter?

Emma, too. She got up late.

And then she went out for a run, I think.

But...

you can't think.

I mean...

This just can't be happening.

I'd like you to look at this photo, Mrs. Frankland.

Do you recognize this man?

Did your husband ever talk to you about a problem client,

Nathan Dix?

What, the one they caught trespassing at the practice?

I didn't know his name.

Iain's very diligent

about keeping his professional life confidential.

Oh, my God.

That's...

Has he been in this house, as well?

Could he have found this photo elsewhere?

On social media perhaps?

It's my profile picture.

I'm going to need permission to access your account.

Are we being stalked?

Are we in danger?

Because my daughter

and I are alone now.

Emma?

Where's Dad?

Anything?

GP surgery's closed for the weekend. I'm chasing.

Last known address was a hostel in Shepherd's Bush.

No phone or online presence, not in his own name, at least.

Okay, listen up.

Iain Frankland practiced intensive short dyn... Short...

In...

Intensive, short-term dynamic psychotherapy.

That's ISTDP for short.

Specializing in patients with anxiety,

depression, trauma, and behavioral disorders.

Thank you.

We can place the time of death between 11:20,

when the assault itself was recorded,

and 11:55, when the police arrived.

Now, Iain had practiced for 20 years,

married to wife Martha for nearly as long.

Daughter Emma, 19, still living at home.

The assailant broke in through the back door,

but left no fingerprints at the scene,

no known witnesses apart from Khalid Hasan,

the online client who called it in.

There's a tree surgery outfit working on the street outside,

Pickard's.

They were on a break at the time of the murder,

but they had noted a man matching

Nathan Dix's description hanging around the day before.

That, combined with the statement from Charlotte Twist,

Iain Frankland's business partner of two years,

means that tracing Nathan is our top priority.

Layla and I were gonna talk to the eyewitness.

Meantime, I need a list of all of Frankland's clients

and contacts, especially those he's seen more recently.

- Mm-hmm. - Yep.

I'll try take a couple of days leave when I can.

I'm just sore I'll miss the gang.

Yeah, well, try not to pine for me too much.

Uh, Helen's not a happy camper either.

Oh, Jon's literally a happy camper!

There's six of us hiking the Wicklow Way,

so he's going on without me just to ice my cake, you know?

Well, Helen hasn't got a choice.

We've got my parents and her mum and step-dad visiting,

and it's too late to cancel.

Oh, there are advantages to dating an older man...

one parent, in a home.

And I didn't say that.

And there are advantages to being stuck at work.

I didn't say that either.

Let's go.

The witness has OCD apparently, so maybe no shaking hands?

I want to. I swear.

I'm not trying to be obstructive.

It's the risk factor. The germs.

We can wear masks if you'd like.

You don't understand.

I have a phobia.

I was making progress, but always with Iain.

I can't get it out of my head.

No wonder.

It must have been an awful shock.

We do understand, Mr. Hasan,

but we really need to talk to you.

Then talk. I'm here.

You could video-call me if that helps.

We have your number, Mr. Hasan.

Ending zero, two, two, one, yes?

That's me.

Call me Khalid.

I want to help any way I can.

Tell us about what you saw.

Did it seem that Mr. Frankland was expecting someone?

No, nobody has ever interrupted before.

Therapy is sacrosanct.

Iain wouldn't answer the door. Not unless it was an emergency.

I'm passing you a photo through the letterbox.

Can you tell us if it's someone you recognize?

Mr. Hasan?

Khalid?

I...

I don't know.

Maybe.

There's something.

But is it just the power of suggestion?

He used to be a client of Iain Frankland's.

Might you have seen him at the practice?

I've, um, never actually been to the practice.

I see Iain remotely.

Jess, what have you got for me?

Nathan's GP got back. We've got an address.

A grandmother in Belgravia!

We're Chelsea CID.

Detective Inspector Arnold

and Detective Sergeant Walsh.

Thank you, Ferguson.

My grandson has been staying here for a while.

He's not been quite well.

We need to question Nathan urgently, Mrs. Dix.

I understand.

But it would be best if I remained,

for reassurance, if you see?

We've been getting back on track with Nathan's medicine

and establishing a healthy routine.

He needs a little support, but he's getting there.

Do sit down.

You've injured yourself, Nathan?

Who told you?

Cutting is a symptom of a more turbulent

inner climate, but as I say, we're on the mend.

You're...

you're here 'cause of the texts and e-mails, aren't you?

But I've not broken any rules.

And it's not a crime to walk down a street.

But it is illegal to stalk people, Nathan.

And to send hate mail.

What hate mail? I just...

I only wanted to see him again

Calm, Nathan.

Is this from you, Mr. Dix?

I never sent that!

Nothing like that. I wouldn't. I...

Did Iain say I did?

No, he didn't.

We found it in his office.

Just... look, just let me speak to him, please. I don't...

I don't want him to think I'd do something like that.

Sit down, Nathan.

You can't speak to Iain Frankland

because he's dead.

Where were you this morning at 11:20, Nathan?

I can assure you I was with Nathan all day.

We have a routine.

It's what the doctor advised after his recent breakdown.

We have our pills, then breakfast.

Then a good walk to the gym in Mayfair.

We cut through the park.

Which gym was it? We'll need to check.

Of course. I hope you do.

It's a private club.

Bannerman Health.

Nothing significant in his room,

except a freshly laundered gym kit back in its bag.

From this morning?

In this house, we wash our sweaty clothes after exercise.

You do understand this is a murder investigation, Mrs. Dix.

We want to help, Detective. It's a tragedy.

What will I do now, Grandma?

I know you're sad. It is sad.

But we'll find someone else to help you.

That's what we've been building to, you see?

Getting well enough to have face-to-face therapy again.

It's no use if you're not feeling yourself.

I wasn't feeling myself when I went to see Iain.

I know I shouldn't have gone. But...

I just wanted to say sorry for making him feel cross.

And I wanted to let him know it wouldn't happen again

and that it was okay to come back.

This was when?

When he was arrested for harassment.

Last summer, went to visit Mr. Frankland uninvited,

as it were.

How did you get into the practice, Nathan?

Well, I...

I just waited

till someone else came out,

and then I just walked in and hid in the toilet

'til Iain's session was over.

You never interrupt a session.

It might be a good idea to have a lie down, Natey.

You've had a bit of a shock.

Thank you, Ferguson.

I think I should share some of the background with you,

if I may.

Was that actual Downton Abbey?

More like Bleak House.

Nathan's parents used to lock him in the cellar

for days at a time as punishment for bad behavior.

They called it "house arrest."

He was 6 years old.

That's literally torture.

Nathan was diagnosed with ADHD as an adult,

but who knows how bad his symptoms were made,

or even caused, by the abuse.

He was finally taken into care

until his maternal grandmother applied for custody,

and she's done her best to atone ever since.

Obviously we'll want to check all that against Frankland's own

notes, but Charlotte Twist confirmed he believed it to be

a safe relationship.

So did Nathan's GP.

Mrs. Dix has been focused on trying

to get Nathan's mental health back on track,

and some sort of independent living.

But buying him a flat on his own was a mistake, apparently.

Unsupervised, he stopped taking his meds,

and things went downhill.

But he definitely has a solid alibi for the murder?

Well, the gym confirms Nathan and his gran checked in and out

with facial recognition security.

We've got the CCTV recording.

Then who killed Iain Frankland?

We have the full list of Iain's clients.

Khalid Hasan was his only one today.

But these are the people he saw most recently.

Only two people actually came in to the practice yesterday.

One of them was a client of Charlotte's.

But she and her parents flew to Mallorca yesterday evening.

And the other was a Daisy Philips.

I've called, so has Charlotte,

but there's been no answer so far.

She may be away.

I've drawn a blank so far on Frankland's phone,

e-mails, bank account, but it's early days.

I want to know who sent that.

Could still be Nathan, even if he's not the killer.

Max, it's Charlotte Twist.

She wants permission to fetch some files from the crime scene.

Tell her I'll meet her there.

You and Jess call on this Daisy Philips.

Let's try and track her down.

You can check these,

but I do need to start making arrangements.

How well do you know Iain's family?

Would you know if there were problems?

Oh, he wouldn't have talked to me.

I mean, the daughter sounds like a bit of a handful,

but that's just what I gleaned

from his telephone conversations with his wife.

What about his wife, um, Martha?

Uh, well, I met her a couple of times. I liked her.

She seemed very quiet, but Iain's...

Iain was quite alpha, so it probably worked for them.

Why do you say "alpha"?

Well, very...

very sure of himself.

I mean, I don't think Martha could say boo to a goose.

But I suppose everyone has their breaking point.

So it would seem.

Phone's going straight to voicemail.

Do you know a Daisy Phillips?

I'm Letitia, her flat mate. Why?

I've been trying to call her, too, tell her

I was coming home early.

Had a fight with my boyfriend.

Jess.

Daisy, can you hear me?

Ambulance to flat 2, 27 St. Thomas' Road.

Red one, adult female, mid-30s, suspected overdose.

It doesn't make sense.

She really wanted to get well.

She's unresponsive, but breathing, just.

She saved all her money to get the best treatment,

like, every penny!

What was she suffering from, Letitia?

Anxiety, depression.

She grew up in care, fostering.

There was some bad stuff happened.

Like, it's complicated.

Is there any next of kin that we could call?

Even distant?

No one.

Not that I know of anyway.

Had anything changed recently?

Only for the better.

She was finishing her therapy,

I think she might have even met someone.

Spike?

I don't know.

I do know she wanted to get out there.

She was optimistic.

Till last night.

I think something had happened,

but I was in a hurry to leave and...

It's okay.

Okay, thanks, Layla.

No, keep me posted.

Can it be a coincidence, that one of Iain's last clients,

Daisy Phillips, just attempted suicide?

Well, suicidal ideation is not unusual in our business.

But I'd be surprised if Iain stopped her treatment

if he thought she was in a bad place.

In fact no, no, he was really pleased with her progress.

We discussed it.

And who is Spike?

Uh, I don't know, but I can check her tapes if you'd like.

Oh, uh, I'll take the tapes.

All the recent ones.

They're evidence.

Wait, this is different to Khalid's tape.

Daisy can't consent, and the attack

didn't take place during her therapy.

No, but she tried to kill herself shortly after,

and I want to know why.

Are you suggesting she had something to do with it?

Anyone who visited the practice in the last few days

is of interest to us.

You and your own clients included.

Your fight or flight response

was malfunctioning for good reason, Daisy.

You're very brave.

I want you to recognize that.

I do.

I mean, I'm not afraid anymore, I don't think.

Or when I am, I understand it.

It doesn't feel, you know...

disastrous.

She's in intensive care. Still unconscious.

She doesn't look strong enough to bludgeon anyone.

If she caught him unawares.

But what's the motive?

Maybe she didn't want to end her therapy.

Maybe he insisted and she couldn't handle being cut loose?

I haven't found anything that even hints at that yet.

Well...

I hope you're proud.

Bye for now!

We've got her last two sessions, and they're 90 minutes long,

so there's a lot to trawl through,

but so far, there's no mention of any Spike,

and she seems just like her flat mate described her...

optimistic.

Maybe her OD-ing is just coincidence.

Check this out!

Where's your father in all this?

I mean, you talk about your mother a lot, but...

Wait for it.

The picture behind her.

Oh, my God, the tree surgeon.

We took his statement.

I don't suppose he mentioned he was a peeping Tom.

At the very least.

We might be able to catch them before they knock off.

Where's the gaffer?

At the Caff, round the corner.

You take it in turns going up?

Uh, Ross mostly. He's got more experience with pruning.

Oh, yeah?

How long have you been working for Ross, then?

About a year. Why?

Just filling in some gaps I forgot to ask this morning.

Oh.

You lot are like busses.

Never around when you need one,

but when you're after a quiet bite to eat...

Who was up the tree this morning

when the therapist was attacked?

We were on lunch.

I said. I said, didn't I?

Before you broke for lunch, then?

Ross was.

Look, what... what is all this?

Is he in some kind of trouble?

Not that I know of.

Yet.

So I have to take a chainsaw up a tree with a blindfold on?

Oh, and here comes another bus.

Charmer.

Does it look like Mr. Pickard here is craning his neck

to see through the window?

Oh, it's got to be said, does look a bit like voyeurism.

What do I want to voy in a shrink's office?

You tell us, Ross.

Because it's looking a bit wrong.

Look, I'm a tree surgeon, not a pervert.

I didn't do anything dark, man.

And I never saw any murder.

But I did see a bit of a to and fro

between her and the dead guy.

Her, yeah, the therapist. They were having words.

I could hear her shouting at him, "lying bastard."

Words to that effect.

When was this?

Yesterday, about an hour before that.

Is this absolutely necessary?

Your assistance is duly appreciated.

Because I'm really quite up against it,

rescheduling Iain's client list for the next few weeks at least.

You can't just cancel?

Well, these are real people

with real trauma,

and now their therapist has been murdered.

I have a duty of care.

Don't they get to say who sees them?

Well, sure, yes, eventually, but there's, uh,

a mechanism in place.

It's like a safety net.

We all designate someone who will inherit our clients

in the event of our death.

Mine was Iain. Iain's was me.

Good thing you'll be able to squeeze them all in.

I've seen your client list.

It's only half as full as Iain's.

There's a natural ebb and flow.

And Iain charged more?

My rates are client variable.

But you'll be keeping Iain's clients on the higher rate,

I assume?

For now.

One could say it's worked out rather well for you.

I don't like the insinuation, Detective Inspector.

Can you please remind me why you had me come here?

Oh, I want to ask you about

a row you had with Iain yesterday.

You were overheard shouting.

I lost my temper, that's all.

Iain had, once again,

taken a referral that was intended for me.

He made some excuse, saying he was better suited to the brief,

but it was underhand.

Iain was very competitive.

"Alpha" I think you said this morning.

Yeah, and I felt sorry for his wife and daughter,

if you must know.

Yes, I must.

Well, then.

He was a greedy, egotistical bully.

And I told him, if he insisted on taking the lion's share of

the referrals, then he should be paying

the lion's share of the rent.

He told me to "up my game."

I think he had a bit of a God complex going on.

It wasn't just about vocation for Iain.

It was about being seen to be the best.

It was about his ego.

I have to ask you again, Charlotte.

Where were you this morning when Iain Frankland was murdered?

I was home, alone, browsing estate agents.

Because if Iain hadn't died, I was planning to leave.

Emma?

Are you okay, darling?

We can talk if you want to.

I want to be left alone!

Hey.

Thank you.

All sorted.

But it took longer than expected.

Because he charges by the hour.

She.

It was a woman.

Can I get you a drink to say thank you?

I, uh, helped myself.

And I don't want to be here when you see the bill.

I take it you've already looked?

No comment.

Uh, I brought the marzipan to sweeten the pill.

I'm out of here.

What the...?

I used to count happy times on my hand,

like, save them up, for when I needed one.

I even used to rate them.

What was number one?

It used to change.

But then there was that summer at the caravan,

when we ran away from Petershill.

I told you about it.

Yeah, you and your friend, yes?

Just me and Spike.

Just a rusty old caravan nobody wanted,

but it was like a sanctuary.

Nobody bothering us,

nobody trying get in my room at night.

I felt safe.

I stopped rating them after that.

Nothing could top it.

You want to know the worst time?

If you want to tell me.

When they caught us,

they accused Spike of coercing me.

The only guy I ever really trusted.

Apart from you.

And they kicked him out.

Locked me back in with my abusers.

Oh, shit.

Hope died for me that day.

Hi, Ashley.

Max, what are you doing sitting in the dark?

Cursing my electrician.

And be quick. My laptop's running out of charge.

So, it's a yes on the lamp as suspected,

the murder weapon, which does make it look opportunistic

rather than planned

That's our theory so far.

Max, get this.

I also found a small area of foreign blood

on the head wound.

Foreign?

It could have been there before,

but unlikely at that precise location.

I'll know more when the lab can clean up my sample.

Everything's taking longer thanks to the bank holiday.

Thanks, Ashley.

Let me know when you have anything.

Oh!

No, I don't want to book another call out.

I want to book the same call out to do the job properly.

I'm fully aware it's a bank holiday.

That's why I'm holding an invoice for a small fortune.

But the job was botched.

Yes, Detective Inspector Max Arnold.

And I haven't had a coffee yet

because I can't plug my machine in!

I...

I'm gonna have to call you back.

Connor?

You called the police?

I didn't know what else to do.

Of course you didn't.

'Cause he's not here to tell you anymore.

Yeah, I sent the card.

You might think that makes me a psycho or something,

but actually, it was the only therapy I could get,

and it really made me feel better.

Can you elaborate a little?

My dad's a therapist.

He knows a lot of therapists.

And if I had therapy,

I'd have to tell the truth, or what's the point?

And if I told the truth, he'd be struck off.

Just give me a sec.

He's still my dad, even if I do hate him.

He had an affair.

Three years ago, when I was 16, and I found out.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Me too.

It was my best friend.

And yes, that made her 16, too.

He ended it immediately.

Said he was grateful that I'd saved him from himself.

Midlife crisis and all that.

And he begged me not to tell my mom.

She's fragile.

He swore he'd never do anything like it again.

And as far as I know, he never did.

So I kept his secret.

When did you start sending the hate mail, Emma?

Six months ago, maybe?

We had a fight about my anger issues.

And I couldn't believe he was lecturing me.

Sounds like you were pretty angry with him.

Only sent three in all.

The first one he thought was from his stalker.

He never mentioned one of them.

And the one mom found,

I never sent because someone killed him first.

It must have been really tough keeping all that to yourself.

I didn't kill him or hire an assassin.

I'm not quite stupid enough to send out a calling card

before committing murder.

What was her name, your friend?

Ex-friend.

Somehow shagging my dad came between us.

This is Mandy Cho, Emma's friend.

Lives in Australia now. Left about 18 months ago.

Quite a weight to carry.

No wonder Emma struggled.

Fact is, though, she doesn't have a firm alibi,

however sorry we feel.

Looks like Daisy's off the list anyway.

Toxicology suggests she OD'd

before Iain Frankland was murdered.

I still need to talk to her.

She's stable, but still in intensive care.

So that was downstairs.

Seems there was a domestic burglary at

22 Havelock Street while the owners were away yesterday.

And the suspect was caught on CCTV.

Nearly missed the facial ID thanks to the helmet.

He was dressed as a Rush Order driver.

The guy I told you about yesterday,

all cosy with Ross Pickard, the tree surgeon gaffer?

Hello again, Mr. Peeping Tom.

And, guess who else has a criminal conviction.

His sidekick, Tony Donner.

Bring 'em both in.

Who is David Slinn?

Is he a pizza delivery driver, or is that just a disguise?

No comment.

Okay.

If Mr. Slinn is your delivery driver friend,

just remember, he has a cast-iron alibi

for the murder of Iain Frankland,

because he was robbing the house down the road at the time

on camera.

Listen, I know how it looks, but I'm a man of peace.

I wouldn't raise a hand to anyone.

Then what would you do for averaging a grand a month?

We've checked your account.

Okay, look, all I ever did for him

was recce the odd empty, hm?

And pass on anything that might be useful.

I never did any robbing. No. That was Davie S.

Davie S? With the alibi for murder.

Meanwhile, you were robbing 50 Havelock Street

only to find Mr. Frankland working the bank holiday.

But no, I was on a lunch break, man.

I swear!

I knew he was working. We had words earlier about his car.

I was by the food trucks out on the river.

Ask Tony. He'll back me.

Tony, your accomplice with the criminal record?

Tony had nothing to do with it.

I didn't know anything about it!

I've spent years trying to avoid trouble.

You think I want to go back to jail again?

Nobody wants to go to jail.

Look, I got wasted and nicked a car when I was 19,

but I haven't put a foot wrong since. You can check.

So why now?

I'm a good person.

I know that.

I don't need no judge or no rap sheet to tell me what's in here.

Ross Pickard claims you were at some food trucks

together at the time of Iain Frankland's murder

and the robbery.

No, that's bullshit.

The food trucks ain't even there on a bank holiday.

I brought my own food in, and I ate it by the river.

I don't know what Ross did.

Oh, okay, maybe I did get my days confused.

But I didn't murder anyone.

Innocent 'til proven guilty, right?

So if you weren't at the food trucks with Tony,

where were you, Ross?

It was only yesterday.

No comment.

So, Pickard takes the number one spot.

But you're not convinced.

Don't have the evidence to charge him yet.

Can't rule Tony out, either.

Let's check that CCTV by the river.

Okay, but that's a lot of checking

on a Bank Holiday where everyone and their nan's off

for a walk by the river.

Let them both go.

For now.

Yeah, it's no biggie, man.

You think you can mug me off?

You know how much I wanted a clean slate.

These guys have got nothing on me, anyway.

I hope you go down.

Either way, I'd rather clean the sewers than work for you/

Tony!

Tony?!

Max, it's Ashley. She says it's urgent.

Okay.

We got the results on the foreign blood

from the victim's head wound.

And there's a match on the DNA database.

Sending now.

Bloody hell.

Where's Nathan, Mrs. Dix?

He's barricaded himself in the kitchen.

I don't understand.

It's jammed.

Police! Open the door!

Back door's open!

He's gone over the wall!

Max.

Person fitting suspect's description seen running down

Elm Park Road.

Heading that way now.

Is that him?

Just a jogger.

Suspect still at large, armed and dangerous.

I'm sorry, Ems.

I should have given you the benefit of the doubt.

Kinda.

I just thought...

I didn't know what to think.

Yes, you did.

You thought I was insane enough to kill dad,

but you never questioned whether he was anything

other than right at all times.

He knew better than me.

He looked after us.

He knew how to manipulate us.

Please, Ems, I need you.

Too late.

You put all your faith in one man, mum,

and look what he left you with.

A bunch of fake memories and a nut job for a daughter.

Jess and Layla are following an officer sighting.

Try and stay calm, Mrs. Dix.

We need to know anything you can tell us.

I... I told you everything truthfully yesterday.

Well, then Nathan must have lied.

How else would his blood have ended up on the murder victim?

It was a mistake.

I told you, I was with him all day.

At the gym, even?

We... I take an over-60s pilates class

while he does his machines and whatnot, but then,

he joined me for a swim, then the juice bar.

Go back to the gym, check every camera they have.

I'll meet you at the station.

Sure.

You said Nathan self-harms.

Did he have any open wounds that you remember?

Well, of course, but they were bandaged.

We see to that daily.

What about when you go swimming?

We... I remove the wet bandages

and afterwards,

I-I redress them at home.

You seem uncertain.

It's just that yesterday,

I'm not sure...

Try to think back, Mrs. Dix.

If I may.

There was a deep laceration.

I should have said no to swimming.

When they returned, the bandage was gone.

And he said he'd been "bad."

Bad how?

I assumed he was referring to the cutting.

And you didn't think to mention any of this until now?

Even though you knew a man had been murdered?

Nathan is a good boy who has had bad things done to him.

The only person he's capable of hurting is himself.

While Mrs. Dix attended her pilates class,

Nathan slipped out the service door.

CCTV picks him up in the lane behind the gym, bandage on.

Then 45 minutes later, he returns the same way.

A cleaner even holds the door for him.

And then, cool as you like, he goes for a swim?

No bandage, right?

Correct.

And look at this.

Picking him up on Quay Street.

This is 20 minutes before the phone call

is made to report Frankland's attack.

And he's wearing his bandage, see?

Yeah.

Wait.

Freeze there.

Zoom in on the taxi guy.

That's Khalid Hasan, our agoraphobic friend.

Housebound my eye.

If you've got it in you to travel to a murder scene,

you've got it in you to open the door.

And if you don't, I will get a warrant and come in by force,

which will be very expensive,

not to mention much more upsetting all round.

Might be best if you stay here.

I was feeling so much better.

I was planning to surprise Iain

by attending my session in person.

But there were these guys doing some work

on Havelock Street, bits of dust and God knows flying everywhere,

and I started to panic.

They were tree surgeons. It was sawdust.

I have a phobia.

I understand.

So then what?

I ran away.

It sounds pathetic, I know, but it's been so long

since I've left the flat, other than in a cab to the doctor.

You build it up, you see?

And then I thought I was going to pass out.

So I asked this guy to call me a cab, but he made some excuse.

Why didn't you tell us this

the first time we questioned you?

It didn't seem important.

I was overwhelmed by what happened to Iain.

Did you recognize the man you saw in the street?

I showed you this yesterday.

Oh, my God.

He... he said he was in a hurry.

He didn't have much time.

I...

Right.

Tell me everything you remember

Okay, gather round.

So Nathan Dix is still at large,

and we have to assume armed with a knife.

He's likely to be confused, frightened, and highly agitated.

I've placed a car outside Mrs. Dix's property,

and another outside the murder scene in case he returns.

We know he slept rough when he was in crisis before,

so eyes and ears on all known homeless hangouts.

Meantime, we've sent an alert to all patrol cars

and British Transport Police, hostels, and hospitals.

I checked in on Daisy Philips at Chelsea and Westminster.

She's still in ICU, but making progress.

And someone called Spike has been calling,

asking after her.

Can we trace the calls?

We did. To a burner phone.

Well, according to her therapy tapes,

she claims to have lost touch with Spike years ago.

We need to find him.

I'll call the hospital.

Go home, all of you.

Hm?

Get a break while you can.

Nathan has to rest himself sometime.

We'll standby.

Gives me a chance to unpack my camping gear anyway.

Oh, one word, Layla. "Staycation."

Less packing, more time in your pyjamas watching TV.

All right for you, mate.

I've got a stressed out girlfriend and two sets

of parents waiting at home.

Oh, good luck with that.

Thanks.

Just bloody marvellous!

Oh, shit!

Hello, Nathan.

How did you get in?

Um, you left...

left the door open.

Um, can you turn the torch off, please?

Yeah, uh...

I said turn it off!

Now sit down.

Why do you live on a boat?

What is it that you want, Nathan?

I went to the police station to find you, but I-I just...

I knew that you'd arrest me, so I followed you back here.

You want to tell me something?

Yeah, but you have to listen.

If you don't just listen then...

then what's the point of wasting everyone's time?

Will you let me light a candle?

No!

Okay. Well, how about you light one?

If I can't see you, how do I know if I can believe you?

There's matches on the shelf.

Hi, Max.

Hello?

Why don't you tell me what it is you want, Nathan?

You followed me home for a reason,

so why don't you put the knife down

and start from the beginning?

No, no, no, because if I put the knife down,

then you won't listen to me.

Oh, I...

I'm listening.

You've hurt yourself, again.

Yeah, but I didn't hurt him! Iain.

I know you think I did, but I didn't.

I wouldn't hurt him, because I...

I loved him.

Okay.

So, can you tell me why your blood was on his body?

I knew it!

You've already decided.

That's what you guys do.

You can't see past what you think you know,

but not everything is explained away,

not everything mad is madness!

That's true, Nathan.

I want to hear your story. I really do.

And hopefully...

Urgent backup needed, Cheyne Wharf.

I'll be able to help you.

I missed him.

You know, I was a pest, I know that,

and I I wanted to tell him that I was back on my meds

and it was okay and that I could start seeing him again.

So, you went to see him when you snuck out of the gym yesterday?

Was it only yesterday?

You see, I, um, I went the day before, as well,

hung around outside in case he came out, but he never did.

Yesterday, you went to the gym with your grandmother.

And maybe you thought you'd get in trouble

if you told her where you were going.

Yeah. Yeah. She wouldn't have let me.

Not after the time I got caught,

but it's chicken and egg, isn't it?

It's chicken and egg, so I went,

and I was gonna wait for someone to come out, and then hide

like before, but when I passed behind Havelock Street,

I noticed that the back door was already open.

I went in.

There wasn't anyone around, and, you know,

I remembered it was the weekend.

Then I heard this noise.

Like a...

Like a sort of bumping.

So I went up anyway,

and he was sitting in his chair,

calling out to me.

He was still alive?

No, he was... he was calling in here.

And his eyes were open.

But he'd hurt his head, so I took off my bandage,

and I-I stopped the bleeding.

He blinked, and he... yeah, he was...

he was staring at me.

He was trying to tell me something.

And then I heard the sirens, like last time,

but it wasn't Iain who called the police.

I know that now.

Um, because he gave me a talisman.

He gave you what?

Um, like an amulet?

A lucky charm, for protection.

Yeah, from evil.

Because he knew.

He knew about house arrest.

He wanted me to run.

I'd saved his life, so he saved mine.

You wanted to be safe, so you ran?

Yeah. I ran back to the gym.

What did you do with the bandage?

Oh, I just... I just throw them in

with the dirty towels, but... but I knew I wouldn't

get caught because of my... um, my amulet.

Everything was as it should be.

I understand, Nathan.

Thank you for explaining.

May I see it?

What was that?

Uh, it's just my...

phone, you don't need to...

Give it!

Shit!

You lied!

Yes. Yes.

It's... it's horrible feeling frightened, isn't it?

I understand that because I'm frightened right now.

I don't want to hurt you. I wouldn't.

That's what I've been saying.

I believe you, Nathan.

But I'd feel better if you put...

put the knife down.

No.

Could I at least see your lucky charm?

Maybe it could protect me, too.

Please be careful.

It's precious.

Iain gave you this?

It was in his hand.

It's her.

She was so happy to see him.

She was crying, but she was so happy.

Who, Nathan?

Show me who?

I saw her. She... she just

kept hugging him.

Who did she hug?

Armed police! On the floor! Hands behind your head!

Stand down! He's no threat.

Alert a psychiatric crash team.

I believe you, Nathan.

I promise.

You're safe now. Trust me.

I have got a potential 2MHA at Cheyne Wharf

by Battersea Bridge.

Urgent request for LAS.

Thanks.

For being there.

For picking up your phone.

Thanks for trusting me to.

Besides, you'd have sacked me if I hadn't.

Oh, guaranteed.

Have they informed his grandmother?

She's going to meet them at the hospital.

Nathan found this in Frankland's hand

as he lay there bleeding to death.

I think he must have pulled it off his assailant.

A carabiner.

The kind used by climbers.

Or tree surgeons.

This is harassment now. Yeah?

I've got no comment 'til my brief gets here.

Fine by me.

I've got all day.

That was the hospital. Daisy's out of danger.

They're discharging her into her flat mate's care later today.

Come and see. It's all here.

Day before the murder.

Daisy Philips's leaving after her final session.

Half an hour after.

See behind her, the tree surgeons packing up for the day.

Check out Tony.

He's clocked her.

Following Daisy's trajectory.

Picking up on CCTV on Bell Street.

And a closer angle from the CCTV across the street.

Wait for it.

Tony.

Nathan's been hanging around the practice

waiting to say sorry to Iain,

but Tony and Ross have clocked him, so he goes home.

That was the day before the murder.

But why would Tony kill Iain the next day?

I don't understand.

Is he Spike?

- Well? - He's waiting for his brief.

Good. Let's not give Tony a heads up.

Let's get a warrant.

Mr. Donner!

Things would go better for you if you'd just open the door.

The caretaker keeps a set just in case.

Apparently he's a good tenant.

No trouble, helpful to neighbors.

And apparently a murderer.

- How do you feel? - I'm nervous, to be honest.

It seems Ian was making separate recordings.

But I trust you.

Good. I'm glad.

Alright.

Look, alright. Alright, it's okay.

We can't desensitize your intimacy phobia

unless we expose you to what you fear

without there being any real danger

Now, look, you are in complete control.

Everything that you say, everything that you do,

and everything that you touch.

Thank you.

We'll start gently.

I'm sorry. I just don't think...

Right, you can't.

You have to experience you past shame to move on from it.

Get a car ready.

I know where he is.

Tony Donner, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Iain Frankland.

It's okay, Daise. I want to confess.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defense if you do not mention

when questioned something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Do you understand?

I get it, but I need to get this off my chest.

I need you to understand.

Prison changed everything for me.

When I was inside, I realized there was only one person

in my whole life that mattered,

that needed me.

She was on her own.

She'd long gone from the home when I got out,

but I never stopped looking.

She wasn't on social media, or anything like that,

but I knew I'd find her somehow.

And then I saw her.

Just the other day out the blue.

Couldn't believe it.

But she was in bits.

'Cause this rapist had just took every bit of trust

Daise had built up and obliterated it, and he...

and he taped it!

We know what he did, Daisy.

And none of it's your fault.

I wanted to call you lot then and there,

but all Daisy wanted was the tape back.

I did not want anyone to see.

So I went to go and get it.

When Ross went for lunch,

I told the bastard to hand it over, and then I just...

I lost it.

I lost it, Daise.

I could always look after myself,

but what Daisy went through when it was lights out...

And this animal, this predator

pretending to be looking after her,

was trying pull rank on me, as if I was the intruder.

Well, you know the rest.

And I'm glad he's dead, and I'll do my time.

And I will never stop loving you, Daisy.

You're what's been missing, Spike.

All this time, it's been you.

I'm sorry.

I forgot who was supposed to be caring for who.

It's unforgivable.

Don't.

If I'd told you about Mandy Cho

when it happened instead of colluding with him.

The feelings you're having are real and complicated,

and they're going to take some time to work through.

Iain wasn't my husband or my father, but I knew him.

And I know that he alone was responsible for his actions.

At least this proves I'm not a murderer or a peeping Tom.

Just a bog standard house-thief.

You must be very proud.

His mate Davie Slinn sang like a diva.

Turns out Ross was holding the ladder

whilst Slinn did the job on Havelock Street.

Boom.

And he's been linked to three other jobs in the area.

Good with trees, not so much with covering his tracks.

Doesn't seem fair, does it?

Murder's murder, even when their victim's an egregious groomer.

Well, you have to feel for them, though.

Seems like they were meant to be together.

Right, well done, team.

You've earned your day off.

I'm only sorry your holiday got wrecked.

Anyone fancy a drink?

Oh, yeah.

Make it two and the parents will have left

by the time I get back.

Layla, are you in?

If you're sure I'm not needed.

Go! First round's on me.

Oh!

- Oh! - Boom.

- Come with us? - I think I'll pass.

I've had quite enough of you all for one weekend.

You sure you're gonna be okay on the boat after what happened?

A new door and some electricity, I'll be good as new.

What?

Any preference?

Whatever. You choose.

Just as well I got the new sofa.

The old one, your back would have kaput.

I'm sure it's very comfortable.

Olivia's got guests for the weekend,

or you know I wouldn't...

I said it was okay.

Maybe I should book a hotel.

Sit down, relax.

I see you brought your own refreshments.

Hey, I'm prepared to share.

Thanks.

I've prepared a cheese board.

Oh.

What, no...

Please let me.

That's new.

Yeah, and the carpet.

Didn't you notice?

One good thing about living on your own

is that it doesn't take all night to agree on what to watch.

Even better, not having to pick

toffee popcorn out of the rug.

Never mind what it's doing to your arteries.

Oh.

Hi. Please go ahead and start without me.

Richard, just one sec.

- Synced and corrected by synk - - www.addic7ed.com -