28x01 - Exodus 20.17 - Part 1

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Foxgloves!

There'll be fairies
in the woods, Harold.

Foxgloves are their favourite.

STACCATO STRINGS PLAY

We mustn't pick them.

Mother says we mustn't pick them.

Bad things happen to you
if you pick them...

"Foxgloves indoors

"is a call to the Devil."

ECHOING: To the Devil, to the Devil...

ETHEREAL SYNTH AND STRINGS BUILD

"Foxgloves in the forest

"are a stairway to heaven."

It's lovely to step out
with you, Harold.

Mother thinks you are
a respectable young man.

I haven't told her otherwise.

Would you like to go somewhere
where we can be alone?

OMINOUS STRINGS SLIDE

STRINGS AND SYNTH BUILD
CUCKOO CALLS

BIRDSONG BLENDS

EERIE SYNTH CHIMES

SINISTER SYNTH RUMBLES
MUFFLED: Hello!

Hello in there!

Hello?!

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silencium

♪ Testator silens. ♪

JACK: Good news from Velvy.

It's not a guess, Detective Inspector.

He's started his master's
in Forensic Science.

Chip off the old block, eh?

I examined the body
and reviewed the notes.

Harriet Maven?

- The colour of the skin was cherry red.
- Oh, my God.

She's meant to be difficult.

Very hard to work with, they say.

- COHb concentrations were over 50%.
- Come back, Gabriel, all is forgiven.

He skives off to university,
and we get her?

- Not a good trade!
- No, no, I'm certain.

She thinks she's coming out of
retirement to save us.

I mean, save us from what?

In what way did you think
I was speaking to you?

Dour. Humourless.

Her - not you.

The deceased died
from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Does this not worry you at all?

You're doing a great job for us both.

Based on compelling evidence!

I HAVE put it in writing.

NIKKI SIGHS

I love the way you say
"compelling evidence".

It's very sexy.
NIKKI LAUGHS

"Put it in writing." Ooh!

Ooh!
JACK CHUCKLES

Sign your name across my heart.

NIKKI CHUCKLES
Jack!

Come on. Come on.

ETHEREAL SYNTH DRONES
LOW STRINGS BOW

- Did you bring 'em?
- Yeah.

- Rosie!
- Come on!

- Rosie, wait!
- Come on!

Rosie...

- Rosie, wait.
- Come on!

CLEARS HIS THROAT

Hi.

Hi, can I help you?

- Delivery for Lyell Centre?
- Yeah.

You cut up dead people here, yeah?

Postmortems, yes.

Director's office?

WOMAN: Yes. That's right.
Straight ahead.

The big office with the good view.

- Hi. I'm Harriet.
- JACK: Hi.

Jack, Nikki.

Good guess.

Oh, we have a class clown.

BANGING

Careful! Careful.
Just go to the left a bit.

Left! No, too much. Right a bit.

Just... Left! No!

Yes, I think you've got it.

Was I too bossy?

You were just trying to help.

HARRIET CHUCKLES
That's a very diplomatic yes.

My husband used to squeeze my arm, too.

Tell me to shut up.

Did it work?

This is going to be fun.
Would you mind?

Thank you.

Rosie!

BIRDS CAW
ETHEREAL SYNTH CHIMES

- ROSIE GIGGLES
- Rosie! Where the hell are you going?

SHAKY BREATHING

LOW SYNTH NOTE DRONES

Rosie?

Rosie, come on!

FAINT RUSTLING

Rosie!
RUSTLING

Rosie!

Rosie, it's not funny.

UNSETTLING SYNTH BUZZES, BUILDS

ROSIE GIGGLES

Rosie!

Rosie?

RUSTLING
Oh!

Boo!

- GASPS
- ROSIE LAUGHS

What are you doing?

Oh, my...

ROSIE LAUGHS

BOTH LAUGH

Do you enjoy your job, Jack?

Yes.

Dr Alexander?

I don't see it as a job.

Do you know what? Nor do I.

Oh.

When I was six years old,

I was desperate to learn
to play the piano.

Didn't happen. A great disappointment.

So, this year, I promised myself
that I would learn,

and I'm going to keep that promise.

It's all right, Jack.
You can put the box down now.

Not on the piano!

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Jack.

No problem, Harriet.

Please call me Professor.

I'm messing with you.

GRUNTING AND PANTING

- I love you.
- Stop it. You do not.

All right, come on, get off me.
I need to find my clothes.

- HE GRUNTS
- Where are they?

Stop!
BOTH LAUGH

What?

CHUCKLING: What?

What?

TENSE STRINGS PLAY
FOREBODING SYNTH BUILDS

ROSIE SCREAMS

BIRDSONG ECHOES
ETHEREAL SYNTH CHIMES

SYNTH CRESCENDOS, FADES

MAN: Dr Alexander. Jack.

- Detective Flynn.
- NIKKI: Hello.

- Good to see you again.
- JACK: How have you been?

DI FLYNN: Well, you know,
I'm trying to retire.

It's tricky, though, innit?

I mean, I've got two kids
living at home. 24 and 28.

My wife complains I work all the time.

I told her to, you know,
get a boyfriend, and she did.

- JACK: Sorry to hear that.
- No, no, not like that.

No, he's an old guy, lives
down the end of our street.

He's 91. Still all there.

Goes and checks on him.

CAMERAS CLICK

You know, they say
loneliness is a k*ller.

Has anyone touched the body? Moved it?

No. Not since we've been here.

Have you been able to identify her?

Nope. Not yet.

We're checking
on a missing person's report.

How long do you think
she's been dead? Best guess.

As you know, I try not to guess.

When I say "guess", I mean
"in your professional opinion".

The body is past active decay.

Difficult to pin it down
to a precise time.

The environment in the caves

will impact the rate of decomposition.

JACK: Foxgloves?

NIKKI: Yes.

Foxgloves are in flower
June to September.

Hmm.

They were in flower.

Jack?

DI FLYNN SIGHS

Probably left by the teenagers
that found the body.

Good to see them taking precautions.

Young love.

That would have k*lled the mood.

CAMERAS CLICK

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

THUDDING
FRANTIC PANTING

CAMERAS CLICK
POLICE RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES

I'll need to check the shoe treads
of anyone who was in the cave.

All right.

PANICKED GASPING

WHOOSHING
TERRIFIED WHIMPERING

SLOW STRINGS BUILD

Jack?

Her fingertips.

- The ridges are burnt away.
- Acid?

Some corrosive material.

Was it done ante- or postmortem?

We'll find out.

CAMERA CLICKS

Marking her homework?

You know, when you mark homework
with the best students,

you quite often learn something.

If you're open to learning, that is.

Our world is not always adversarial.

I often have to remind myself of that.

But, of course, sometimes it is.

SAW WHIRS
Oh, good!

Dr Alexander's going to open the skull.

BONE CRACKS

GATE CREAKS

Where are you?

EERIE SYNTH ECHOES

It's a vintage dress.

JACK CLEARS THROAT
Looks to be machine-stitched.

PIANO SCALES PLAY

The visual features

of the holes in the dress

suggest they're acid burns.

Let's say that the fingertips
were burnt

by a sulphuric acid concentrate.

It would need to be high,

perhaps 80% to 90% concentration

to remove the ridges.

Is a domestic product possible?

Drain cleaner?

Yeah. That would make sense.

- Painful.
- Not for her.

She was dead when the fingertips
were burnt by the acid.

You're sure?

There was no movement of blood
to heal the wounds.

- Destroying her fingerprints?
- Yeah.

Making it hard to identify her?

Am I difficult to work with?

- Context?
- Harriet.

Hmm...

Maybe you wear your suspicions
a little too openly.

Put your hand out.

It's just banter.

You might think it's banter.
She might think you're...

..blunt.

Blunt?

Don't pretend to be surprised.

She's new.

She's uncertain.

You're uncertain.

You're not used to each other yet.

Bowl of acid.

Places the fingers in.

Takes it away.

Acid drips onto the dress.

Elliptical drops.

Elliptical burns in the fabric.

Coming?

NIKKI: I examined
several synovial joints

during the postmortem.

I discovered haemorrhages
of the synovial membrane

and bloody discolouration
of synovial fluid...

Are you listening?

Suggesting she experienced
life-threatening hypothermia?

Yes.

She's an elderly woman.

Hypothermia puts a strain on the heart.

And, yes, Jack,
to answer your question,

I was listening.

I don't know what your
expectations of me are,

Jack, but I'd just like
to hazard this guess.

I think that we're both very similar.

I think that we both
care deeply about our work...

..and we like to do it
in our own eccentric ways,

because our job
is to deal with death...

..and it's our way
of reminding ourselves

that we're still alive.

In addition to hypothermia,

she also suffered
extreme hypohydration.

The uncompensated loss of body water

impairs mental and physical performance

and has a deleterious effect
on the cardiovascular system.

And the combination stopped her heart.

Yes.

Anything from your examination
of the brain?

A likely candidate
for vascular dementia.

Confused and lost in a cave.

Do we know who she is?

Not yet.

I can take DNA from the bones
to work with.

Why would she be on the DNA register?

- JACK: She won't be.
- I agree.

Destroying her fingertips
suggests it wasn't an accident.

- I agree.
- Look at that.

We've agreed twice.

Yeah. Breakthrough.
HARRIET CHUCKLES

Do we know why she was there
or how she got there?

Did she get there under her own power?

Possibly. I found
her shoeprints in the cave.

Wandering.

The pattern of the steps looks aimless.

Lost?

That's what I thought,

and then I found this
in one of the tunnels.

Someone else was there,

but I don't know when
or even if it's related.

Were there any shoeprints
walking in or leaving?

No, I think they'd been
purposely erased.

So you found the one they missed.

Not much to go on, is it?

It's a wretched way to die...

..lost and alone in the darkness.

And forgotten.

And forgotten.

BIRDS CHIRP
How are you, my darling?

Have a bit of broccoli.

CHUCKLES LOVINGLY

You won't fly away, will you?

MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY

Oh, my little beauties.

Ah...

Hello. Hello.

Ah.

WOMAN: How did you find it?

MAN: That bloke you used to work with.

You told him we were looking.

Thomas? Yeah. He knew I was pregnant.

He saw it on a website, sent me a link.

That was good of him.

What do you think?

I love it.

It needs decorating,
but it's in good nick.

They haven't shown it
to anyone else yet.

Can we afford it?

SIGHS
Just about.

It's impossible to find anything.

Do a year lease, see how it goes.

It's a stretch, but...

..I think we've got to pull the
trigger or we're going to lose it.

THEY CHUCKLE

BIRDSONG

WOODPECKER PECKS

CAMERA CLICKS

SLOW EERIE SYNTH PLAYS

JACK: It is too degraded.
I can't match it with the print

I found in the cave -
not enough detail.

Do you think she picked
the foxgloves herself?

Well, if she picked them herself,

she would have the foxglove juice
on her hands.

It's quite gummy,
so it's going to stick.

Is there a distinguishing
chemical in foxglove juice?

Cardiac glycosides.

The acid on her fingers

- will have obliterated any trace.
- Hmm.

What's that thought?

You pick a foxglove,
which is, by the way, ill*gal,

what do you do with it?

Put it in a vase? Smell it?

Foxgloves don't tend
to smell appealing.

But say she did.

The cardiac glycosides
would stick to her upper lip

and perhaps the inside of her nostril.

Hmm.

Maybe the flowers brush
against her dress?

We're doing this now? I mean, really?

I want to know. Don't you?

Yeah.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Hello?
DOOR OPENS

I thought you could use
another pair of hands.

Thanks.

On the lookout for
foxglove cardiac glycosides?

Yes.

Oh, thank you.

CHUCKLES
Digitalis.

The use of foxgloves containing
cardiac glycosides

to treat heart conditions
was first described

in the English-speaking
medical literature by William...

Withering?

Yes. In 1785.

Yes.

Thank you.

So if she touches it,

transdermal transmission
might take place.

It slows her heart rate...

And in an elderly person,
it can be very dangerous.

Where do I go?

LOW TENSE SYNTH BUILDS

- Night, Jack.
- Goodnight.

You coming, then?

No, I want to finish this up.
I'll see you later, OK?

- Are we short-handed?
- Yes.

BIRDSONG

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Mr Dawson?

Yes?

- I'm here for our appointment.
- I don't have an appointment.

I'm sorry, I've got you down for 11am.

You contacted our office
about home improvements?

I was here to give you a quote.

I didn't contact your office.

You didn't? It, it's here.

It's right here.
This is your address, right?

Your name's Benjamin Dawson?

You didn't contact us?

No!

Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you.

I'm very sorry, Mr Dawson.
Thank you for your time, eh?

Have a nice day.

If you want to give us a quote,
that'd be good of you.

Are you sure?

Well, I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure.

Might have forgot.

Negative for cardiac glycosides
on the body.

Face, nose, legs, feet.

Nothing on the front of her dress.

I tested her shoes - nothing.

There was definitely
someone else there.

DI FLYNN: What are you thinking?

He walks her into the cave...

..and leaves her there,

confused, in the dark.

She dies.

He comes back,

tries to tidy up,

but leaves this.

If he's lucky,
no-one ever finds her body.

They give her flowers

and try and take away her identity.

We'll get her dental records
sent over to you later today.

Well, there's nothing on Misper
that obviously matches.

But surely she lived locally.

Have you checked the care homes?

If a woman her age went missing
from a care home,

I'd expect them to report it
to the police, wouldn't you?

I'd expect the police to check.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

DIALS ON PHONE

LINE RINGS

VOICEMAIL: Hello, this is Gloria.

I can't get to the phone right now.

Please leave me a message.
ANSWERPHONE BEEPS

Hello, Gloria.

I'm worried
that I haven't heard from you.

I hope everything's OK.

I don't want you going off me.

I hope everything's all right...

..with Charles.

I, um...

Uh, well, OK, then, um...

Anything you need...

..just give me a call.

Please.

To replace the rotten timber

and the new lead flashing
behind the guttering...

How much is it?

Well, this will be a first-class job.

And I'll be honest,
if you don't do it soon,

things are going to get worse
really rapidly.

So, we've got dry rot, wet rot, just

horrendous problems.

How much to put it right?

So, the total will be...

- ..£59,000.
- Oof!

Just the cost of living.

Yeah, being alive can have
a terrible cost.

- Have a biscuit.
- Thank you.

Hmm...

So?

No.

Too dear.

All right.

All right, well, you keep this.

Hopefully, nothing bad happens.

I mean, maybe you could
borrow the money.

- You got children or family?
- No, no, no, no.

"Neither a borrower nor a lender be."

Know who said that?

Don't have a clue.

Have a guess.

I don't know. Um...

- Boris Johnson?
- CHUCKLES

Shakespeare!

What's wrong with your generation?

You haven't been taught anything.

Maybe. It's your generation
doing the teaching, though, eh?

Ha! Touche!

Er, well,

I'm not going to borrow, so, er,

perhaps I'll just have to sell.

Yeah, you could do, but now
you know about these problems,

you do legally have to disclose
when you sell.

Ah, caveat emptor!

What's that? Is that
Shakespeare again, is it?

Latin.

"Buyer beware."

Always good advice.

You know what? Can I, erm,

can I make a call?
Let me see what I can do.

All right, mate, sweet.

Yep. Do it.
PHONE BEEPS

I got some good news.

My manager has come up
with a great solution.

We can advance you the money
to do the work.

It's kind of like equity release.

You're not really borrowing.

We use your house as security,

and in the meantime
we cover everything.

And the best part -
you get to stay here

for as long as you live.

So we're going to cover all your bills.

That's gas, electricity,
water, repairs. Everything.

Let me think about that.

Well, I've gone through the survey,

I've prepared you a quote,

I've sorted your financing...

- I didn't want financing!
- But...

..if I don't sign up
three more customers,

I'm going to lose my job.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Please.

You shouldn't make this my problem...

..and you shouldn't waste
any more of your time here.

You're right, I was wasting my time.

Buck up, man!

Get a grip on yourself. Eh?

You can't go through life
blaming others.

Take responsibility.

Go on, get out there and sell.

You've got a good mouth on you.

You'll do fine.

You'll think about it?

I'll think about it, hmm.

- When do you want me to come back and...?
- Got your number.

It's a beautiful house.

It is lovely, yes.

PIANO KEYS PLAY SLOWLY

Third biggest brand of trainer.

Most popular size sold.

I don't know, about a million
people in the UK own a pair.

That won't take you long
to sift through.

You get anything?

Normal dental caries.

Metal amalgam fillings.

That piano is getting on my nerves.

Is it getting on your nerves?

KEYS PLAY AT ONCE AND STOP SUDDENLY

Think she heard me?

Dr Alexander.

When you do the photo
of the deceased, use AI.

Make her 20 years younger.

Reverse image search. See what we get.

Why 20 years?

Well, you don't put a bad photo
on the internet, do you?

If it were me, I might do 30.

Useless git. He wouldn't sign it.

Is he going to cause us any trouble?

He's just a confused old man.

- Next of kin?
- Don't think so.

Is anyone going to miss him?

SIGHS

I think I'm the oldest thing in here.

DOOR OPENS
SHOP BELL RINGS

DOOR CLOSES

Hmm!

You look nice.

I'll have that.

ETHEREAL SYNTH CHIMES
LAUGHTER ECHOES

TENSE LOW SYNTH DRONES

Thank you so much.

MELANCHOLY STRINGS PLAY

How did you get these?

How did you get these?!

Well, I-I don't know.

No! Tell me!

- Tell me!
- Sorry.

BREATHES RAPIDLY

SINISTER SYNTH CRESCENDOS, CUTS OFF

HARRIET: She looks like a lovely woman.

Let's see what we find.

It's not really AI.

I know that.

But I just like saying it.

Makes me feel young and cutting-edge.

I was next door getting a sandwich,

heard the call.

Is there a problem?
POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Thanks.

Are you OK, sir?

She was my friend.

My...

..dear friend.

I don't know where she is.

These are her things.

How did they get here?

Perhaps your friend sold them.

Never.

What's your name?

Benjamin Dawson.

Can I help you get home, Mr Dawson?

Where do you live, Mr Dawson?

Do you know where you live?

I'd like to buy the frame, please.

Found her.

Her name is Edith Bausch.

Harriet?

Her obituary was published
three months ago.

- Three months ago?
- How does that work?

Does it say where she lived?

Cherry Hill.

KEY TURNS IN LOCK

Gloria!

Evening?

- Can I help?
- I'm looking for Gloria.

I'm sorry.

Gloria Mead?

There's no-one here by that name.

Everything all right?

Oh. Sorry.

So sorry.

- Hello.
- Hello, Blessing.

Mwah!

Oh, hello, my love.

Mwah!

Oh, hello!

Welcome to Cherry Hill. I'm Blessing.

Hi, Blessing. My name's
Detective Inspector John Flynn.

And this is my colleague, Jack Hodgson.

Oh, hello.

Don't worry, you have to live
here to get a kiss!

BLESSING LAUGHS

You're here about Edith.

DI FLYNN: Yeah,
we believe she lived here.

Yeah, course she did.

Though she wouldn't have known
much about it, bless her.

Um... SADLY: Aw...

Here's Edith. Lovely woman.

Sweet with a cheeky
little look in her eye.

BLESSING CHUCKLES

She didn't have that angry,
violent streak like so many.

You know? Not her.

Maybe a bit frisky, but why not, eh?

She loved the young men
that worked here.

Always trying to chat 'em up,
bless her.

She would've liked you.

How'd she die?

She went out with her grandson.

Grandson called later
and said she'd died suddenly.

Collapsed in the parking lot
of the restaurant

they were going to for Sunday lunch.

He took her to A&E. She died there.

Which hospital?

BLESSING SIGHS
I don't recall offhand.

It'll be in her files
or her NHS record.

Do you have his name, phone number?

Let's have a look.

BLESSING: Er...

Uh, sorry,
it's been three or four months.

It's not here. It might be
in the archives, though. Sorry.

You know, she was always close
with Elizabeth H.

- She might know.
- H?

We've got several.

Elizabeth was a very popular name


BLESSING CHUCKLES

Could always ask her.

Grandson? Oh, no!

I don't think there was a grandson.

I do miss her.

She liked talking about Harold.

Harold was her first love.

There was some sort of tragedy
and she never married.

She couldn't have children.

We must have the contact
details of the grandson.

We would never allow
one of our residents to leave

without being sure they were
with a family member and safe.

Er, er...

I'm sure it's on the old hard drive.

I'll look again and contact you.

Great. Well, I'll be back.

Hello, Caroline. You all right?

SINISTER SYNTH WHOOSHES

He's still there.

There's something wrong with him.

What if he does something?

What if you're not here?

DOOR OPENS

Oi! You've lost your mind, old man!

What are you doing in Gloria's house?

I don't know who Gloria is.
We live here, not Gloria.

No, Gloria lives here.

- You're scaring my wife.
- With Charles.

He's not been well. For years.

Leave us alone or I'll call the police.

He's a stranger now.

He's Charles in name only.

Get away from here,
you stupid old b*stard!

Do you hear me?

DOOR OPENS

WIFE GROANS

- Oh...
- Hey.

You all right?

Um...

Oh.

Do you need to go to the hospital?

I'm, I'm OK.

I'm OK.

All right?

WIFE BREATHES DEEPLY

I said I'm OK.

HUSBAND DIALS
I'm not having this.

I'm calling the police.

LINE RINGS

We need to get a move on, guys.
Chop chop!

LIQUID SPLASHES

Oh, hurry up, Ethan!

All right. I can't help it
if nature calls!

LEADER: Come on.

Mr Goddard!

Ethan, we haven't got all day. Come on.

We need to get to the campsite.

What is it?

Ethan?

RETCHES

All right?

KEYPAD BEEPS

Hello.

- Oh. How did it go?
- Good.

But not great. Who are
those people in reception?

They are interviewing.

- For what?
- Ask Harriet.

None of it makes any sense.

They say she died three months ago.

It's not a grave robbery, is it?

Steal her from a grave
and put her in that cave.

Ooh, I didn't mean that to rhyme.

- No. She wasn't embalmed.
- I don't know.

Uh, stolen from the funeral director?

They're not going
to say anything, are they?

"Terribly sorry, we seem
to have lost Grandma's body."

HARRIET: Please send in
the next candidate.

What does knowing
about Bernstein have to do

with being a crime analyst?

Couldn't tell ya.

How did anyone know she was dead
before her body was found?

PHONE VIBRATES

Oh, good, you're back.

What are you interviewing for?

Crime analyst.

I thought you needed support.

Why didn't you ask me?

I could see you needed support.

I do not need support.

I have four emails here written by you

over the past three years
asking for a crime analyst

because, and I quote,

"I could really do
with the additional support."

Now, has something changed?

Quick, squeeze his arm.

OK.

As they'll be working with me,

don't you think I should be
the one interviewing?

Yes.

Yes, that's a very good point.

- Would you like to start now?
- Yep.

- You can't.
- Why not?

We've just had a call to attend.

Maybe I do a shortlist?

That would be very helpful.

Here's our rental agreement.

Um, yep. That's all I need to see.

- Thank you, Mr Baxter.
- Thank you.

He seems confused.

I used to work in a care home,

and when they get confused,
they get angry, and it's scary.

It's a public road.

He's not really breaking the law.

I'll have a word with him,
see what I can do.

Come on.

EERIE SYNTH CHIMES

JACK: There he is, look.

They know it's me.

That's why they don't let me through.

NIKKI: Yep. They all get a memo.

All of them. Every PC in the country.

JACK: They do, yeah. I told you.

Hello!

We need to get through, please.

Ya nitwit.

Is he a police cadet?
I think he's a cadet.

- I'll do it.
- Huh?

CAR DOOR CLOSES
NIKKI: Hi. How are you doing?

JACK: Look at this.

Just remember you're engaged, Nikki.

NIKKI: Thanks so much.
CAR WINDOW WINDS DOWN

He just checked you out.

Park the car over there.

Yes, ma'am.

Where's the crime scene?

It's about three miles in
through the forest.

- Three miles? Really?
- Really.

The old bridge was washed away
in the rain

a couple of days ago.

No such thing as climate
change. How do we get there?

Nice.

- Pint of lager, please, mate?
- OK.

And another of what he's having.

- Sure.
- It's on me.

Cheers.

What the f*ck have you done to us?

There's a crazy old b*stard
stalking us.

CHUCKLES

The things people do
in their retirement, eh?

Other than the crazy zombie boomer,
how is the place?

We love it.
You've done us a total solid.

Thank you.

Yeah. It's a good place.

Good location.

I had to call the police on the bloke.

Lonely old nutter.

Yeah?

I'm familiar with them.

Lonely old nutters, that is.

What did the police say?

TENSE RHYTHMIC SYNTH PLAYS

..for your help, thank you.

Hiya.

Did I tell you I'm trying to retire?

It's not really going very well.

It's a bit grim. Kids found it.

Can't say much more than that, really.

I mean, it's old. I can say that.

Old, like it's been there a long time?

No, old like it's a, an old person.

JACK: Had to be
a relatively big animal.

Bit of fabric.

CAMERA CLICKS

It looks like it was moved in
this direction, left to right.

DI FLYNN: You know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking a rambler
bites off more than he can chew...

Terrible choice of words. Sorry.

A rambler gets himself
into some, you know, trouble,

has a medical emergency,

and collapses, bosh, and dies.

- Is that what you're thinking?
- Yeah.

I don't think he was a rambler.

DI FLYNN GRUNTS

We need to protect the scene.

Right. Harry? Over here, mate.

DI FLYNN: Right, OK.

Now, I need you to get a couple
of things set up here...

DI FLYNN GIVES MUFFLED INSTRUCTIONS

WINGS FLUTTER

Nikki?

EERIE SYNTH BUILDS

Can we tent this, please?

Oh, Christ.

Why would they be out here,
at their age...

..in clothes like this?

Were they posed for us to find?

DI FLYNN:
Frank, we're going to need a tent.

OK, so...

..I think her body fell here...

PANTING

..and he dragged her over there.

PANTING

And held her.

BIRD SQUAWKS

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SLOW STRINGS BUILD
ETHEREAL SYNTH JANGLES

STRINGS AND SYNTH GROW LOUDER
SOUNDS MUTE

KNOCKING ON DOOR

LOW OMINOUS STRINGS SLIDE
BANGING ON DOOR

KEY CLICKS IN LOCK
LOW OMINOUS STRINGS SLIDE

QUIET EERIE SYNTH CHIMES

MELANCHOLY STRINGS BOW

TENSE SYNTH BUILDS

LOW OMINOUS STRINGS SLIDE

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

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