01x02 - Episode 2

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'All rise.'

Have you, the jury,

reached a verdict
to which you're all agreed?

Yes, Your Honour.


On the charge of the m*rder
of Simone Edwards,

do you find the defendant,
Robert Parker, guilty or not guilty?

♪ I make my bed

♪ It's so easy... ♪

Help!

Guilty, Your Honour.

Robert Parker, you carried out
the m*rder of your neighbour

after becoming infatuated with her.

You cut short the life
of a talented photojournalist...

...a beloved fiancee and a daughter.

♪ That night? ♪

Having considered the evidence
presented to this court...

...the tariff I fix
is one of a minimum of 20 years.

No! No!

Order!
It wasn't me!

No!
Order!

She was still alive.

She was trying to say something.

Liar!

Order!
She was still alive!

She said something!

Inspector.

Doctor, are you free?


'It's a bit noisy. Where are you?'

I'm on a demolition site.
We need you down here.

'We found something pretty...'

Pretty what?
'I'll... I'll send you the address.

'I'm warning you. This one's weird.'

♪ What really happened

♪ That night? ♪

Unidentified male in high-vis,
though no-one on the site knows him.

There are a lot of casual workers
around here, machine ops, labourers.

It could be any one of them.
What's so unusual about it?

Wow.
Mm.

It's almost as if
his face has melted.

There are no burn marks.
What is it, then?

I have no idea.

Hm. I thought
you knew everything, Doctor.

Just... give me a minute.

So, white male, 50s, I'd say.

Probable cause of death -
massive cranial fracture

caused by some kind of heavy object.

Like, from a hammer or...?
Yeah, possibly.

But there's very little blood here,
which is odd.

Based on body temperature...

...livor mortis and rigidity,

I'd say time of death
was somewhere between...

...8pm and midnight last night.

Boss?

Inspector!

You can call off your team.

There's no point interviewing
anybody else on this site.

Why? What are
the most vulnerable body parts

when working in construction?

Head, hands, feet.

Even with safety boots on, it's
pretty easy to sustain an injury,

but his feet show no signs
of irritation, damage, mycosis.

There are no calluses on his hands,

and until recently,
he was wearing a wedding ring.

He pissed himself during his attack,

but there's no sign of urine
on the ground.

What does that tell us?

He wasn't k*lled here.
He's not a labourer.

His wife must be pretty worried
about him by now.

See? Just needed a minute.
Hm.

Hello, stranger. I'm Dr Winter.

Fingernails bitten to the cuticles.

Nervous personality.

Your spine is poorly aligned.

Herniated disc.

Or an accident maybe.

Vaguely scarred palms.

Finger flexed.

Dupuytren's contracture.

Did you have a drinking problem
at some point?

We all know how that one ends,
don't we?

None of this will tell me
why you were attacked...

...or what happened to your face.

But I promise you.

I will find out.

Postmortem report
of unidentified Caucasian male

aged approximately
between 40 and 50 years old.

Jamila, do you wanna take
our friends through

the external examination?

Sure. Extensive bruising
around the torso.

From what?
Punches or kicks.

Given that there are
different-sized bruises,

I'm wondering if this might be
multiple attackers.

Mm. And tattoo
on the upper-right arm.

River Kin.
It's the logo of a folk band.

It's impossible to say when
and where it was done,

but it may help identify the victim.

We were able to reconstruct
the skull using this new 3D scanner.

As you can see,

the sphenoid bone was shattered
using an unidentified object,

causing major haemorrhaging
around the temporalis muscle.

What does that suggest?

That the bone was smashed
by a protrusion

from a larger object
with a sharp tip.

Yeah, but the injuries to his face
and the way the skin has come away

from the skull like that,
that's just very odd.

Despite that, we were able
to completely reconstruct his face.

This is the first time we've used
Dr Winter's new software.

Sorry, what,
you developed that yourself?

I merely adapted
the existing software.

It did give an accurate facial scan,
but the skin, lines of the face,

the eye sockets, everything changes
so much after death.

This corrects that and makes it
closer to the living person.

I hope you've patented that.
You could make a fortune.

Believe it or not, Inspector,

I'm not actually in this
for the money.

Er, so, the skin around his face.
Er, yes.

It's unlikely that it was cut.
The edges would've been cleaner.

If you look closer, it's almost
as if the skin's been torn off.

Torn off?
Yeah, torn off.

We did a whole-body scan,

and that revealed
much older fractures.

Yeah, they may be over a decade,

and he would've spent several months
in hospital recovery.

Thanks, Jamila.

Right, now for the fun part.

I'm gonna, erm... go and check
on the missing persons updates.

So, the toxicology report
came back negative.

No drugs, no alcohol.
Guy's pretty much teetotal.

Some chemical traces
on his hands and arms.

Citric acid,
coco betaine and glycerine.

That's just shower gel, isn't it?

No, because I also found
potassium permanganate.

Why would he clean his hands
with mouthwash?

I don't know. It's weird.

Do some more digging.

Inspector.
Look at this missing persons photo.

Think we may have a match.

Let's see.

Joseph Dellaway,
curator and historian.

Didn't come home last night.

His wife said
it's totally out of character.

Kids?
Two boys, eleven and nine.

Joseph...

...I'm sorry to meet you
under such circumstances.

- No!

And did he have any, erm,
issues recently?

Any problems at work?

He was a museum curator.

What problems would he have had?

There is evidence, er...

...that he had arm
and chest fractures,

possibly from before you met.

Did you know anything about that?
No.

He never mentioned an accident
or an as*ault

or a long stay in hospital?

Mum, we're back.

Oh, God. I can't.

I can't. I can't. I can't...

Just remind them of how much
their father loved them.

And tell them that the police
will find out who did this to him.

'Neighbours all say he was
a lovely guy, very sociable,

'but there's a lot of shock
about the news.'

'Exactly what his wife says.'

How was it?


Loving husband and father.


Why was he beaten up, m*rder*d
and then dumped

on a building site
ten miles from his home?

It was planned. It was premeditated.
Does she know about the injuries?

No, that's what's weird.

He broke half the bones in his body
a few years before they met,

and he never mentioned it to her.

If you spent months in hospital,
wouldn't you tell your new wife?

Well, don't ask me. I'm not married.

I'm not that stupid.
Tell me about it.

Find out about Joseph Dellaway
before he met his wife.

What other secrets was he hiding?

So, Joseph, what is this?

The result of having
very delicate skin tissue?

No.

Damage, maybe?

From a corrosive product?

Also no.

Huh.

You tried to lie to me.

The body will always tell me
the truth.

- Facial reconstruction.
Boss.

Eddie.

My report on
the Rosemary Lockheart suicide.

Do you remember the weird
triangle mark on the thumb?

We need to return the body
to the family.

Yes, we do. I, erm...

I ran some more tests.

I think it's perfectly feasible that
that mark was carved

by the victim themselves.

But the blood coagulation
on the mark,

it was significantly less solid.
I know.

I'm sorry. I did look again.
I think you're wrong.

Boss, I ran those tests three times
to confirm the anomaly,

and it came up every single...

The police report
showed no signs of foul play.

The victim clearly took
their own life.

They had a history of self-harm,
as we saw from the body.

Do you not think it's possible that

that mark was just the latest
of many others?

But if I can prove it wasn't?

Occam's razor.

Simplest theory
is often the most likely.

Let's give the family some closure

and get the body back to them,
shall we?

OK. I'll, er...

...prepare the paperwork.
Thanks, Eddie.

Hey.

I thought you might like to see this
in person.

Go on.

I know why Dellaway's skin came
apart when he was being beaten up.

Repeated blows to his skull
caused the skin to tear, but why?

Look at this.

Right before stitching up
his face again,

I found these surgical scars.

Meaning?
Meaning it's plastic surgery.

We don't actually know
what Dellaway looked like before,

but he certainly didn't look
like this.

He's had
his entire face reconstructed

before he met his partner.

So he had
a completely different identity.

Yeah. Whatever he was running from
certainly caught up with him.

Thank you.

So, now that I've done
the hard part,

you just need to find out
who he was.

Ball's in your court.

Nice reflexes.

I was the only girl
on my school cricket team.

Cricket? Bowler or batter?
Leg spinner.

I bowl a mean googly.
You'd better watch yourself.

Hm.
We should play sometime.

Sorry.

Hello?
- 'Where are you?

'Ruby's not well, and I need to go.'

Oh, I'm so... I'm so sorry.
Tell her I'm... I'm on my way.

'You're always sorry.
It doesn't change anything, does it?

'I'm gonna miss my train.'

Well, leave them for a while and go.

They'll survive until I get home.

'OK.'

Well, have a good trip.

Cute that you've made
a shrine to me.

Not a shrine.

It looks extremely shrine-like.

Why, Ethan?

Because of this.

This triangle...
was carved into the thumb

of a suicide victim after she died.

Just like the one you found on me.

It's freaking me out.
Well, of course it is, darling.

You know, I did something today
that I've never done before

in my whole career.

Falsified a report
and lied to Eddie about it.

Why? Because I needed time
to find out who put this there.

But I think Eddie knows
that I was lying.

Well, if it's bothering you,
then tell DI Bell.

I barely know DI Bell, certainly
don't know if I can trust her yet.

Now, I was warned never to go
near your case again.

You know, at his trial,

Parker claimed that you were trying
to say something.

No! No!

She was trying to say something.

Order!
No!

What was it, my love?

I don't know.

I'm just a figment
of your imagination.

Then why do you seem so real?

Because I was awesome.

And who wouldn't wanna remember me
like this?

You're the best.

I was, yeah.

But now it's up to you, Ethan.

You know what you have to do.

I don't know if my head is ready
for all this.

Remember what happened to me
the last time?

Well, that's why I'm here...

...to help you.

Are you?

The man we know as Joseph Dellaway
had a past.

In order to solve his m*rder,
we need to learn his history.

In order to do that,
we need to know his real name.

Ellis?

I've spent half the night looking
through the list of local men

who disappeared 15 years ago.

I've now got 46 suspects,
and I need another coffee.

I've requested medical records,
but it's just taking way too long.

We thought you could help us
narrow the list

by using
his physical characteristics.

What, like Guess Who?
Oh, yeah, the kids' game. Yeah.

"Are you Bernard?"
I preferred Operation. Zzt!

Sorry, this is not a game.
Shall we just get on?

So, the victim was


Assuming he could have lost
up to two centimetres over 15 years

and a 2% margin of error

since the data's collected
by the civil register,

we can eliminate suspects
over 185 centimetres.

Excellent.
Er... all right.

We now have 30 suspects remaining.

Joseph Dellaway had brown hair
with no signs of dye

or discoloration,
and he was very pale-skinned.

Er, 21.
Good.

Ooh, on his radiology report,
we found dysplasia,

a grade-one
congenital hip dislocation.

It's most common
in first-born children.

That's wildly circumstantial.

Perhaps, but it's worth seeing

if it narrows us down
to the right person.

S-So you're asking me to eliminate
anyone who wasn't an elder sibling?

Exactly.
All right. Well...

Huh, now we have eight.
That is a better working number.

Let me call the hospitals
and request their medical records.

Or I could just tell you who it is.

Total chance, I just pulled
this file from the bottom,

and I think this might be
our mystery man.

Colin Graves.
What makes you so sure?

His radiology report
showing Graves' old fractures.

If you look at the injuries
to his chest, here, here, and here,

it's the same.

Ellis, what does that remind you of?
Er, I-I don't know.

Strap of a bag?
It's a seatbelt.

Exactly. A seatbelt
that crushed his ribcage.

The injuries to his arms are typical

of someone gripping
a steering wheel.

Lower-body injuries are consistent
with dashboard syndrome.

They were all caused
by a vehicle collision.

A pretty serious collision.

Colin Graves went missing
from Worcester in 2009. Here we go.

Six months after his car,
driving the wrong way down the M5,

collided with a school bus
from Brixham...

...k*lling five children.

He disappeared
shortly after he was on bail.

He would've gone to prison
for a long time for that one.

Pretty good reason
for him to disappear, no?

And a good motive
for wanting to k*ll him.

Is that her happy face?

This man was my husband?
It's Colin Graves.

We've matched his dental records
to confirm.

I don't understand.

Fifteen years ago, your husband
hit a school bus, while drunk,

k*lling five children
and seriously injuring 12.

After he'd recovered in hospital,
he left a note on a bridge

saying sorry
and was never seen again.

We understand that this
can be devastating to take in,

but at least we have a lead.

You know who it might be?
No, not yet.

But we're on it,
and we'll keep you informed, OK?

It was just an accident, right?

'We all make mistakes.

'Whatever he did,
he didn't deserve this.

'He was a good man.'

Mrs Graves, do you recognise
this man as your husband, Colin?

He looks so different...

...but also so...
somehow so recognisable.

Of...


Of course, that hasn't changed.
He loved that ridiculous folk band.

Never missed a concert.

I've waited 15 years
to find your body.

And you were alive all the time.

You b*stard.


Take a seat.

I just need to do a quick DNA test
to confirm things,

if that's all right.
Yeah.

Open.

All done.

You have to understand
why Mum's so upset.

We had a good life, you know?

What did your dad do for a living?

Er, he was a lecturer
in medieval history.

He was a good dad, she said,
but the accident destroyed him.

After he disappeared...

...we lost the house, our life,
all our money.

We've struggled ever since.

Honestly, life's been awful,
and Mum's got these health problems.

You don't need to know all that.
It's OK.

Get it off your chest.
This is a lot to process.

I always hoped I'd see him again.

I would get my dad back.

I never did.

♪ I want a taste

♪ It's never easy

♪ Roaming around

♪ I swear no-one believes me

♪ Not even... ♪

When did you find out

that Colin Graves had taken on
a new identity?

When the police rang me yesterday.

It's disgusting
what he got away with.

You must have been very angry.

Of course I was.
That man k*lled my son.

Kareem.

He was 11 years old.
I'm so sorry.

Every day, I think of Marnie,
the woman she would've become...

...if that monster
hadn't been drinking that day.

'You haven't asked me yet,
but, no, I didn't k*ll Graves.'

But I would've liked to.

I was at home.

I normally finish work
at around six o'clock,

and then I go home.

I never go out at night in the week.

Do you have anyone
that can confirm that?

After Jada died, our, erm...
our marriage fell apart.

Been alone ever since.

'Do you think that there's anyone

'in the parents' association
who could have k*lled him?'

Take your pick.

We all wanted to k*ll him,

but the k*ller would've had to know
he was alive, and nobody did.

♪ I'm not afraid... ♪

What's that?

That is a potential replica
of the m*rder weapon.

I analysed the fracture
and used the 3D printer.

Yes, I know it doesn't look
like much. It's not finished yet.

Hey, I've, er... I just ran
a few more chemical tests,

and guess what?

There.
Good work.

Dr Winter, what can I do for you?

Have you tried the oysters
down there?

'No, skipped straight
to the ice cream.'

Mmm. What flavour?
Mmm. Rum and raisin. Delicious.

What do you want?
'How's it going with the parents?'

Well, er, nine of them
have got rock-solid alibis.

'We've still got 23 more
to interview.'

Is there anyone on your list
with a swimming pool?

Er, I'm not sure,
but I... I doubt it.

'Do you remember the permanganate
that we thought was mouthwash?'

Turns out it's also an eco-friendly
chlorine alternative.

'So if there is anyone on the list
with a pool...'

Yeah, got it. Thanks.

She hung up.

None of the parents
have the kind of money

that means you own a swimming pool.

Yeah, but they could be
a municipal employee.

They could work
at a leisure centre. Eh...

But do public swimming pools
use expensive eco products?

Aren't they just always
full of chlorine?

Maybe. Let me see the list.

One of the fathers I interviewed
this morning, garden designer.

Let's have a look.

Ah, yeah, well, he certainly has
a few wealthy clients.

Mm. Well, it's not a smoking g*n,

but might be worth digging
a bit more.

Brian Pickles.

You dragged me
all the way down from Devon

at the crack of dawn
to talk about swimming pools?

Were you in Bristol
on Thursday night?

No.

This is a picture of your car
on the motorway

just outside of Bristol

and another of you heading back
towards Devon

a few hours after the m*rder.

We're tracing your movements via
mobile phone, so we will find out.

I didn't k*ll him.


Boss, can I borrow you a sec?

We've triangulated
Pickles' phone pings from masts

and cross-referenced his movements
with CCTV.

You're gonna wanna see this.

Yep, this is an underpass
right next to the building site

where he was found.

Er, stop there.

That is Joseph Dellaway,
AKA Colin Graves.

He's being attacked by a few men.

And this, we think,
is Brian Pickles.

Who are the other two?

Three of us parents
received an email.

It was anonymous,

telling us he was still alive
with a new identity

and where we could find him.

So then you decided to take the law
into your own hands

and drag him off like a l*nch m*b?

Yes, we attacked him,
but we couldn't go through with it.

Why not?

He was sobbing.

Talking about his wife
and his kids, and...

...I just couldn't do it.

So I stopped the others
after we'd beaten him.

And then we went to a bar.

That's where we would've been
at the time of death.

You can check with them.

It all tallies,
that the anonymous email was real,

and we have him in the bar
at the time of death.

We, er... We ran the tape on,
as Ellis would say,

and this is about 40 minutes later.

That's your suspect.

Is that another parent?

I don't know, but I bet it's the
same person who sent that email,

coming back to finish the job
when the others didn't.

Come in.

Parcel for you.
Oh, thanks.

'What on earth is this?'

Well, what do you think it is?

'If that's a childish innuendo,
I must say,

'if it's shaped like that,
you should see a doctor.'

It's just a 3D replica
of the m*rder weapon.

Something strong enough
to break through a skull.

Yeah, or a smaller part of a larger,
heavier object, most likely metal.

Looks like the tip of an anchor.

Why didn't I think of that?

'Well, at least we have
something to go on,

'so, erm... thank you.'

Still haven't identified
the m*rder*r?

Not yet,
but given the victim's profile,

there's no shortage of suspects.

'But how did they discover
Graves' new identity?

'That's what I wanna know.'
I have no idea.

'It's a miracle whoever k*lled him
found him in the first place.'

Hm.

'I guess you've completed
your analysis of this case.'

Guess so.

'All right. Well, good luck.'
Thanks.

Ethan, get a move on.
It's started.

It is not possible to watch
this dumb movie too many times.

'Get under the bridge, quick!'

Oh, that's just as well because
this is about our 50th viewing.

Oh, sorry.

'Yo no hablo ingles.'

There's gonna be an exhibition
of my work?

Mm-hm.
How cool is that?

Ten years since...

I'm just glad people still want
to celebrate my photography.

Course they do. You're brilliant.

So be happy.

Go and celebrate me.

They want me to give a speech,
and I think I'll get upset.

Especially now.
Everything's just so unnerving.

Let's just keep watching
our favourite film.

That's what we always loved.

It never changes...

...the things we love.
Hm.

'Sit down, Collins.
Rest your sore foot.'

Hm.

You can change your identity.

You can even change your face.

But your passions
will stay the same.

What is it, my love?

Dellaway. Oh, I've been so stupid.

The clue was there on the body
all along.

'You've reached Antony.

'Sorry, I can't take your call
right now.'

Oh, hey. You must be Connor.
Is your mum in?

Erm, yeah. She's upstairs.

What are you doing here?

It's about the Dellaway case.

Er, Connor, this is Dr Winter.
He's a colleague.

Can you go upstairs?
Yeah.

Could this not have been
a phone call?

I thought you were done.

Yeah, so did I,
until I found the only link

between Graves and Dellaway.

Well, it's the tattoo
of the rock band.

Folk band, his favourite.

Never missed a gig,
according to his first wife,

so I called his second wife.

She said the same thing.

In fact, he got VIP tickets
to the last gig,

met the band
with his two sons in tow.

Guess who else was there.

Oh, my God.
Julia.

His daughter goes to the gigs

to feel closer
to the father she lost.

Only this last time, she hears
a very familiar voice singing along.

Looks over,
sees a very familiar tattoo.

He destroyed hers
and her mother's lives,

had them grieve for nothing
and then just started again.

And there he is,
with another family,

as if Julia never even existed.

Is that not reason enough
to exact revenge?

Apart from this photo,
we have no other evidence.

What about the... the replica
of the weapon that I made?

Wh-What did you say
it looked like? Erm... an anchor?

Oh, my God.

Julia works at a boat yard.

I was looking
at her profile earlier. Look.

Did you bring your car?
Mm-hm.

I just need a minute.

Kids, I need to go out for a bit.

Ruby, can you look after Connor?

What? You can't leave me alone
with her.

Connor, I need you to be a grown-up.
Why are we...?

I won't be long.
Ugh!

Sorry, they can be, er... difficult.


Well, it's hardly surprising,
considering what you feed them.

What? Home-made pizza's
not that difficult.

You just make the dough
the night before.

Do you live with anyone?
Nope.

Right. You just make a full meal
from scratch every night.

Pretty much.

Well, well done you. Shall we?

Julia was counting on the parents
to k*ll her father,

and we know she must've been
watching to see if they did,

and then no-one suspects her.

She's around here.
Mm-hm.

No-one's gonna be here.
It's fine just to have a look.

You do have a warrant, right?
Sorry?

A little piece of paper, gives you
the right to search a pro... Shh!

- I think
I heard something. Come on.

You read me the riot act
for not playing by the rules

the last time we worked together.

Let's see if we can find the weapon.

Oh, lord.
It's gotta be here somewhere.

Winter.

No, it's the wrong shape.

Inspector.
Mm?

Julia, no, no, no, no.
Please, put the knife down.

Let her go. We know
you found out about your dad.

You don't need to hurt anybody else.

Listen to Dr Winter, Julia.
I went to see him.

After the parents left,
I thought they'd k*lled him.

But he was still alive.
He was crawling around on the floor.

And he saw me.

And he said,
"Miss, can you help me?"

He didn't even recognise me.

His own daughter.

I didn't even exist to him!

Julia...

...I really do understand
how devastating that must've been.

But I need you to drop the knife

before you make things
a whole lot worse.

Worse? How can this get worse?

Please don't do this.

She... She hasn't done anything
to you.

I hadn't done anything either.

- Give me the knife.

Come on. Just give it to me.


Don't save me!


No! No, no, no. No, no.

Julia, no, don't move. Don't move.
Call an ambulance!

This is... This is, erm...
Th-This is DI Bell.

We have a life-threatening injury...
Inspector, I need your scarf.

...estate at the marina.
Inspector, your scarf!

I've gotta keep the knife in place,
or she'll bleed to death.

Quickly. Wrap it around the blade
to staunch the flow of blood.

Now keep the pressure on.

The less blood she loses,
the better chance she's got.

You're OK. Look at me.

Stay with me.
An ambulance is on its way.

You're OK. I know. I know.
You're all right. It's fine.

Paramedic said she's gonna be fine
if they can stitch her up quickly.

I think you just saved her life.
You saved mine.

Yeah, we're a team.

Do you know what I can't understand
is why she went to the bother

of staging the whole thing
on that building site?

Well, apart from sending us
off her scent...

...maybe it was her way
of robbing him of his new identity,

making him a nobody.

It was a final act of revenge.

Shall we get
one of your trashy pizzas?

You can't handle it.


I'm buying.


Hi, hun.

Gosh, you're late.
Oh, don't even.

Did you catch the bad guys?


Something like that.


Here, I have one waiting for you.
Oh, thanks.

Mm.

How was London?


Full of boring men in suits,
and it rained every day.

But I missed you.

So much.

You wanna show me how you missed me?

Take me upstairs.

Oh, God, I'd love to. I'm just...

Wiped.

That's OK.

I'm just glad that you're back.

Hm.

Yes.

"Case closed.
Suicide by strangulation.

"No suspicious circumstances.

"Recently discharged from prison."

Rosemary Lockheart.

- The former head
of the Valley Cross Children's Home.

Simone?

Hi.

Hi.

Wait, how are you here?

We're not at home now.
We don't have time for that.

She was sentenced
to eight years in prison

for her part in the abuse
that took place at the home.

Maybe it wasn't a suicide.

Maybe it was revenge
for what she did.

It was the same symbol.

So it had to be the same person
that did it to you.

But Robert Parker's in prison.
Robert Parker's in prison.

That means
your k*ller's still out there.

♪ Maybe I didn't treat you

♪ Quite as good as I should have

♪ Maybe I didn't love you

♪ Quite as often as I could have

♪ Little things I should have said

♪ And done... ♪