I can't tell you what the intent may have been.
Any pathologist that does is a liar.
The deceased is William Byfield.
William? Funny, an insurance man committing suicide... Well, he knew his insurance wouldn't pay out.
Harry Cunningham... Rebecca Connelly.
My husband died a few months ago.
William Byfield was investigating the death of Stephen Connelly.
It was a massive cerebral infarction.
He didn't feel a thing. His life just ended.
There was no record of a 999 call.
Harry, I want to sleep with you.
Maybe the body never got here, and you got paid to make up a report?
The colour of the skin and blood, and the ulcerations to the stomach lining are consequences of cyanide.
We think he was murdered, and whoever did it had a knowledge of forensics.
Very convenient that he was cremated today. Leo? Solves a lot of problems.
Get yourself some legal representation, Professor.
Make an appointment to come in and see me this week, please.
He thinks William Byfield's death might be related to Stephen Connelly. This is out of control...
I can't believe William Byfield's dead. Yes.
How long have you known Rebecca Connelly?
Harry, I need you to believe in me.
# Testator Sile-ens
# Costestes e Spiritu-u
# Si-ilenciu-um. #
I've never met anyone like you.
HE LAUGHS
That was a compliment!
I get that, but what exactly are you meant to say to something like that?
Um, "Thanks"?
Thanks doesn't seem quite enough, somehow.
I trust you, Harry.
Am I right to trust you?
Of course.
I'm a doctor!
You do that all the time, don't you?
You make jokes. It's a defence mechanism, I guess.
Do I? Sorry. It's OK.
It's part of who you are.
But I'm not going to hurt you, Harry Cunningham.
I'd never do anything to hurt you.
Good morning.
We have been accused by Byfield's insurers of a conflict of interest.
The police want our findings reviewed by an independent pathologist.
When do the police want to see you?
Later in the week.
Have you talked to the coroner?
No. No, I should. Yeah, before you talk to the police.
I don't know what they think you've done.
Oh, they're just collecting information.
I've got nothing to hide.
Famous last words. The bike's here to collect Byfield's body.
Good. Here it is.
That everything? Yes.
Get the driver to sign for it, please!
And you are going to take a solicitor with you to the interview?
Yes. Good, because Rebecca didn't and, er... Rebecca?
What's Rebecca got to do with this? Well, I mentioned it to her...
Harry!
Do not speak about this with anyone. Leo, relax.
It's a breach of confidence, both as a colleague and as a friend.
Leo, she didn't kill her husband.
I know she didn't, just like I know that you didn't falsify any records.
Are you sleeping with her?
That is none of your business!
What kind of question is that? I know YOU'RE not guilty, am I sleeping with YOU?
What's wrong with him?
Nothing.
It's nothing, really.
You all right? Never better. I can see that.
Do you think I'm naive? Harry, is that a trick question?
No, I was just hoping we could have a real conversation, but that's obviously going to be beyond us.
What's your problem? I don't have a problem.
Right. OK.
Is there a girl involved? Oh, shut up!
Lighten up, OK?
Have you ever been in a situation that you KNOW is good,
you feel it in ever fibre of your body,
but everybody else second guesses you, like you're mad or deluded or...
Oh, my God. There IS a girl involved! I am SO good!
It's an exquisite pain. What is? Being in love.
Who said I was in love?!
It's tattooed on your forehead. Whatever.
I excuse ALL your bad moods!
Who is she?
DOOR CLOSES
David?
I wasn't expecting you.
I'd do anything for you, Rebecca. You know that.
Is there something wrong?
Most of my life,
there have been lines.
Lines that you don't step across.
There's a kind of exhilaration when you do.
I'm sure you know the feeling, don't you, Rebecca?
Did you sleep with him?
I've done everything for you.
I never asked questions.
I helped when you needed help. You've no idea how I've helped you.
I guess I hoped...
David, please go home.
Just leave.
I've done everything for YOU.
Everything.
STARTS ENGINE
Nikki? "Jerome Carls.
"Cerebral infarction. Afro-Caribbean.
"71 years old. No fixed abode."
And...
"Stephen Connelly. Cerebral infarction. White British.
"41 years old. 67a Devenney Road."
Both died on the same night.
I've got the notes and tox report on Mr Carls, nothing in my records for Mr Connelly.
Look at the phenotype in the bloods.
"Duffy negative". What?
Duffy negative is almost always found amongst Afro-Caribbean's.
The chances of a white Duffy negative would be... One in a million. Exactly.
Look at the reports.
They're exactly the same.
Jerome Carls's postmortem has been copied and used for Stephen Connelly.
That's my signature on both of them.
Why?
I mean, what are the reasons to falsify a postmortem?
Cover up a murder?
Cover up anything that might invalidate insurance - suicide, medical condition...
If you're covering something up, you want as few people as possible to know about it. Preferably none.
This takes a minimum of two people -
the spouse,
and either the coroner, the coroner's officer,
or the postmortem doctor.
Hmm.
Harry is seeing Rebecca Connelly.
Shut up, Leo.
You don't think Harry is involved, do you? No.
He does have access to the files. Leo, stop it!
No, I know you're right.
You're right.
You actually don't need a doctor OR a coroner.
The coroner's officer can create a case file.
He has access to the system and required documents.
He could forge anything he needed,
and no-one would notice anything.
Which leaves us with two very guilty-looking suspects.
Rebecca Connelly and David Levin.
What was he doing at her house?
And how does Professor Dalton fit into your conspiracy?
I don't know. I didn't think so.
So after she kills her husband and covers it up with David Levin's help, why doesn't she run? Money.
The insurance isn't paid out. The estate hasn't been settled.
I've just killed my husband, and I'm hanging around to get the money,
and Byfield shows up and could expose my plot, so instead of leaving the country, I kill him.
I've never killed anyone before in my life and now I've killed two people?
They panicked. It's possible.
Yeah, it's possible.
It's also possible that Professor Dalton
throws away an entire distinguished career for a bit of money.
Which, by the way, would make him an accessory to murder.
You think it was a paperwork error and a suicide?
I have no reason to think anything else.
But it's my job to look,
so I will look. Snap.
ON ANSWERING MACHINE: 'Mr Levin? Clare Ambler calling, again.
'As I said in my earlier messages I really need to speak to you right away.
'It concerns Professor Dalton and Rebecca Connelly.
'I would be grateful if you could spare a little time to talk to me.
'I could use your help and advice...
'Sorry for talking so much on your voice mail, I hate it when people do that.
'It's just, I wanted you to know how important...'
KNOCK AT DOOR
Professor Dalton is in reception. What does he want?
I don't really know, something about Stephen Connelly and Jerome something.
Carls. Jerome Carls.
Tell him I'm...I'm sorry, but I just can't see him now.
I'm afraid he's in a meeting.
I need to speak to him urgently.
I can see that you do.
Well, could you give him a message? Could or would? I know that I CAN.
I do it all day long.
Let him know I need to speak to him urgently. Shall I write "urgently" in capital letters for you?
That would be most thoughtful. Maybe underline them in red?
You're a smoker, aren't you? A heavy smoker...
I don't need a health warning from you. I get one on the packet for nothing.
I was just noticing the shortness of breath. Do you get blurred vision? Feel tired all the time?
And then the swelling around the joints? All that worries me.
You've got a history of high blood pressure, you have trouble controlling your weight.
You love your dairy. Have a few drinks at the end of the day?
Sometimes more than a few? Sometimes the bottle?
And you've got those fatty deposits around your eyes... Have you had your cholesterol checked recently?
You know you really want to go and see a doctor right away.
Oh, you will give that message to Levin BEFORE you see the doctor, right?
Because I really would like him to get it.
PAGER BEEPS
David?
We have to leave now, Rebecca.
Why? What is it?
Now. Right now. Tonight.
You have to come with me.
They've found out. I know they've found out. Found out what?
They've found out...about us.
David, there is no "us".
There never was.
I thought that you and I... There's no us, there never has been. I'm so grateful to you
for all that you've done, you've helped me so much.
I've given up everything for you. That's not true.
You're evil. I didn't realise. Now, let's not be melodramatic.
I'm nothing to you.
I think that you are a wonderful man.
I really do. There's no reason to run away. We're so close.
I mean nothing to you. Nothing. It was just about the money.
David, don't do this to yourself, please. We'll stay calm, both of us, OK?
We'll stay calm, we are so close.
Oh, Harry?
I'm sorry about yesterday. I overreacted.
No, no, no, I shouldn't have said what I said. I shouldn't have broken your confidence.
So, do we need to shake hands or kiss or something? What do we do?
Um...
I think we just go home, don't we?
Night. Night-night.
Stop! STOP!
Hello? Ambulance.
Leo?
No, no, no. Oh, God...
Oh, God, Leo!
Leo, please.
PHONE RINGS
Hey.
I'm OK. Feels like a long day.
What are you up to?
I'm going to lie down, close my eyes...
imagine you naked.
So how good is your imagination?
I can't describe him very well, it was dark.
He was wearing black,
he was about 5 foot 8, 9...
They're taking him straight to theatre.
PHONE RINGS
Hi.
Mm-hm?
What?
What?!
What do you mean?
Well, where is he?
Stay there, stay there, I'm going to come. Just stay there, I will come. Bye.
I've got to go, um, Leo has been attacked.
What? I don't know. He's been hit on the head, I'm sorry, I've got to go.
Stay here if you like.
Nikki.
What happened? He was attacked outside his house.
Have they caught the person who...? No. He's in theatre now. They're releasing the pressure on his brain.
Fractured skull and extradural haematoma.
Oh, God, no. Please. How much bleeding is there? A substantial amount. Midline shift on the CT.
Does Janet have any idea how bad this could be?
No. I don't think we should say anything. Why is she here? Don't you think you've done enough? Harry!
She's the one who's been harassing Leo... She also saved his life.
Can I have a word?
Yeah.
Leo called me the other night.
He thinks that the Connelly postmortem was fraudulent, a copy of someone else's.
I know that he tried to speak to David Levin about it,
I don't know if it has anything to do with this but...
PHONE RINGS No, no, thanks for letting me know. Can you hang on a sec? ..Hello?
When?
OK.
Yeah. No, I'm on my way. What is it?
I'm not exactly sure. Some sort of incident over at David Levin's house this afternoon.
The Super wants me over there.
You on call tonight? Yeah.
I'll maybe see you later. Is Levin dead?
They haven't found the body yet. They're still looking for it.
Nice suit.
What are you doing here? I love watching professionals at work.
Wrong answer?
I'm hoping a bit of your brilliance will rub off on me?
Pick "A" or "B". Option "C" isn't going to be as good... Go home.
It's all going to be related to Connelly, and you know it is.
I don't know anything. Will you tell me when you find the body?
No.
If you had listened to me, Professor Dalton wouldn't be fighting for his life
and you wouldn't be looking for Levin's body.
There's only one suspect now and you know it.
I've got no witnesses.
So far, no physical evidence that gives me a suspect.
In fact, I haven't even got a body!
But I've got gossip and I've got you, so that should be enough.
Oi! Keep her away from the scene.
Could you step outside, please? Cardiac arrest!
On the monitor...
There's no pulse, starting CPR.
Charging to 200 joules.
Shock delivered...
Sinus rhythm on monitor.
What is it?
Do you know her? Hmm.
Who is she? Rebecca Connelly.
Rebecca Connelly - isn't she the one that you're... That I'm what?
Morning.
Hi. Hi.
How's he doing?
Not so good.
There's still a great deal of swelling.
They haven't really tried yet to see if there's any brain activity.
They'll wait until he's stable.
Physically he's very strong, you know, his body.
But he's not breathing by himself, not yet.
They want to keep him on a life-support machine in case...
We don't have to talk about this now... Yes, we do.
We have to talk about it right now.
She's lovely - Mrs Connelly.
She's been a great help, great.
Leo's surgeon sent me to see her.
She asked me if Leo had a "living will".
I didn't know. I had to look through his papers.
He is so very organised. I know.
Anyway, I found it, his "living will".
Leo named you, the two of you, as his trustees.
The doctors want to speak to YOU now, not me.
(They need to speak to you.)
Look, Janet, we will involve you in any decisions that have to be made.
Of course we will. I'm sure he just didn't get around to changing it.
He's very organised, Nikki.
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
You're the better choice.
You're both doctors,
more familiar with death than I am.
Less afraid, perhaps.
Janet, he was organised, but he wasn't thinking of dying,
he was only thinking of being alive because of you.
I saw his heart stop beating this morning.
They revived him. I was so relieved.
And then I looked at all the others in comas,
and I wondered if it wouldn't have been better if...
Rebecca Connelly sold her house last year.
She's just renting the one she's in now, month to month. Really?
Yeah. The estate agent told me. Well, that DOES make her look guilty.
People who rent always seem pretty sinister to me.
PHONE RINGS Hello? ..Thank you.
We're on.
Hello.
Do you work with Leo? Professor Dalton, yeah.
I think he quite likes me calling him Professor Dalton.
It makes him feel more important,
not that he, er...
Yeah, I did work with him.
I do, sorry.
Mrs Rebecca Connelly?
Detective Sergeant Rogerson.
We've got a warrant to search your premises.
I'd be grateful if you'd come with us, please.
Can we get another car out?
What's going on?
They want to search my house. What?! It's OK, it's OK, I don't have anything to hide.
Exactly. ..Excuse me? Please don't. Let me leave the hospital without attracting too much attention.
I'll make sure you're OK. I know.
Thanks.
Guv? Sample, soon as you can.
Guvnor!
Check for a match with Professor Dalton.
Whose car is it?
Have a guess.
Cyanide.
Keep people away from the body. It's hazardous. I'll need additional PPE.
We found something else as well.
We think it's the weapon used to attack Professor Dalton.
In her house? She's been a naughty girl.
Mrs Connelly.
We've found some items of interest.
I wonder if I could ask you about them.
Of course.
Does that look familiar to you? No. Are you sure? Yes.
We also found this.
Oh, God, no...
I'm arresting you in connection with the murder of David Levin and the assault on Professor Leo Dalton.
Where did they find him? Come on, Nikki, it will be a matter of record.
The boot of her car.
Oh, my God.
Harry, between you and me, whatever she might tell you, there is a lot of physical evidence.
There can't be. There was blood on a knife, on the floor, inside the sink... There may be an explanation.
Harry, I don't think you should go down that road.
You know that sometimes there can be a reasonable explanation!
Harry, the police found powdered cyanide in a container in Rebecca's kitchen.
No, I don't understand it. I don't understand any of this.
Am I such a fool?
And they found the metal bar that was used to attack Leo.
They found the metal bar in her house?
You're certain? Yeah, I am.
There was hair, tissue and blood on it, all from Leo.
She's been set up. Harry, come on.
Nikki! There is no way that she could have attacked Leo. I know it because I was with her.
Do you know exactly the time? Sometime after eight. She was in your flat? That's right.
Had she been there for a while? I think so. Or was she still wearing her coat when you arrived? No.
Do you remember what she was wearing?
HE LAUGHS Yes.
She was naked.
That must be quite something to look at.
Was her husband still alive when you started this... No. ..relationship?
You know that's something I will investigate?
The answer is still no. When did it start? A week ago, ten days.
And she's got the keys to your flat and meets you after work naked?
You've got some charisma.
You must be pretty old-fashioned. You're right.
The woman is poison, Dr Cunningham.
I hope you know that.
What are you doing? Looking for something.
Harry, stay out of this, you're compromised.
When you know someone is innocent, it limits the things you have to consider.
It's the difference between medical school and life. I'm not going to let you commit professional suicide.
Do you think I'm that foolish?
Yes. Yes, I do.
She's been arrested for a reason, Harry.
Convenient timing you should meet her just now, isn't it?
Why you? Why now? She's worked it out, Harry.
She was with me when Leo was attacked. Perfect.
You've just given her an alibi! How did HE die?
Cyanide poisoning.
All right. So what actually happened? Rebecca went round to Levin's house,
stabbed him, gave him cyanide,
wrapped his body in a big plastic sheet and then put him in the boot of her car.
Quite a heavy weight for her to lift? You're right. And Rogerson thinks she might have an accomplice.
Harry, stay out of this.
If you interfere, I'll be forced to report you.
This wound on Levin's left arm worried me. Did it worry you?
Harry! You are putting me in an impossible situation...
Did it worry you? Worry? No. I considered it.
He was right-handed. Funnily enough it's his left arm. And look at it.
It's a nice straight cut, not stabbed, not jagged, and then there's this bruise just above it...
Haematoma from a struggle. Absolutely could be, particularly if she's guilty.
But it's also the exact spot you'd put a tourniquet
if you were trying to stop the bleeding, which you wouldn't do if you were trying to kill him.
Unless she didn't want to leave blood evidence. Well, she failed there then!
Because there is blood evidence absolutely everywhere, connecting both locations.
It really does make her look very guilty indeed.
So much blood evidence, in fact, that I thought I should look at it closely,
and remember, I know she's innocent.
Look at this. The results from the blood samples that you took from David Levin's house.
I went over them again. The blood found at Levin's matches the blood found in Rebecca Connelly's house.
In every way? In every way! Good! I hope it does.
I hope that is the most perfect match that you can find. Because if it is, she is innocent.
The tox screen shows norlignocaine in the venous blood samples that you took from David Levin's body. MEGX.
Death after resus, that's when you see that most often. Lidocaine.
A local anaesthetic has a half-life in plasma of...
One to two hours... And it breaks down fast and becomes...
MEGX.
Shall I go on?
You'd use Lidocaine so you wouldn't feel any pain.
And? The injury wasn't from a struggle.
Levin put Lidocaine on his arm before he cut the vein.
Its halflife is one or two hours,
so he thought it would have disappeared by the time his body was found.
But what he didn't know is that it forms another compound in the body - "norlignocaine", MEGX.
So he leaves blood in his house to make it look like a crime scene,
and from there, all roads lead to Rebecca Connelly.
What about the cyanide? That killed him.
But he didn't drink it in his house. How do you know that?
Because it wasn't in the blood samples found in the Connelly house.
The blood was deposited before the cyanide was ingested.
Nah. Why would Levin do that?
Somebody's playing a game. You think it's a game?
Rebecca Connelly's husband dies in suspicious circumstances.
Then the guy investigating it tops himself but maybe he doesn't,
and now David Levin's been murdered but maybe he hasn't?
Nah, nah, I'm telling you, this woman is dangerous. You want me to let her go?
I didn't ask you to come here to tell you what to do.
I think your professional judgment's been compromised.
What, because it doesn't support yours?
I want to get a second opinion.
I want to get another pathology lab to have a look at this. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings.
I've simply informed you of what we've found and warned you of the implications.
Now when, one day, I am called to testify, I will tell the court exactly that.
And I hope it won't hurt your feelings.
Send these off right away. Already done.
That detective bloke is still waiting for you.
Good. The body's ready for him.
What do you want to do, Leo?
Do you want to fight on...
..or do you want to shuffle off this mortal coil?
Do you dream when you're dying?
What do you think?
Are you dreaming now?
Look at you.
You bastard. Look at you.
What's the point of being good?
Huh?
None.
No point.
And you tried so, so hard.
All just a waste of time.
Because this is what we get, isn't it?
Good or bad, this is what we get.
It's nothing to be afraid of, is it?
Is it?
It's just part of being alive.
So what do you want to do?
Professor Dalton's instructions are not to maintain his life artificially
if there is no real prospect of him having a reasonable quality of life.
Now, It's not for me to suggest what you might find reasonable, but there is a high probability
that Professor Dalton will remain in a coma for as long as he lives.
Should he regain consciousness, he may be profoundly damaged.
And he may not.
That is also possible.
But the injury was devastating, the bleeding on the brain substantial.
But it is possible.
Really, it's for Leo's trustees to decide if they want to turn off the life-support machine.
Please excuse me.
The longer he is on life-support, the better chance he has.
But we have to respect his wishes.
Janet?
I don't know.
Let God decide.
There is no God, Nikki. Who's going to break it to her?
Come on. Let's go and say goodbye.
I've said goodbye.
Well, then come and hold my hand while I do.
SHE SOBS Oh, God.
Leo, please wake up, please, please, please wake up.
He's breathing.
You are wrong about so many things.
I know.
Obviously, we can't be certain about anything at this point.
He's still very weak. I understand, but he did...
He may slip away at any moment.
Excuse me.
The guy's obviously never met him.
Hiya.
I'm Louise, the temp from legal?
I'm in so much trouble. I was supposed to order up the Stephen Connelly file yesterday.
They're having a meeting. If I don't get it to them right away, I will be working in Starbucks next week.
I've got name, date of birth...
Where's your ID?
I must have left it in the office when I went to the bank.
I'll go back and get it. Could you just get the records for me, please?
It's all right. Wait here.
I'll get them. Thanks.
Lab results.
What have you tested? Hang on.
What?
I swabbed around Levin's eyes.
We need to speak to Rogerson.
Before we released the body to you, I checked for any foreign substances on Levin's face.
I found a large amount of Oleresin Capiscum.
Which is? Pepper spray.
Remember Ambler said she sprayed Leo's attacker in the face.
I think Levin was Leo's attacker.
I think he set Rebecca Connelly up.
He planted the evidence and hoped that we would do the rest.
Then he went to Rebecca Connelly's house.
He took the cyanide, walked to her car,
climbed in to die.
He wanted us to think that she killed him. Why?
I don't know.
I don't know what his intention was.
To hurt her - but, why? I don't know.
I don't like to be wrong about things.
Particularly people.
I pride myself...
The other lab confirmed what you said about the Lidocaine.
Are you surprised? Disappointed.
D'you think she's innocent? I'll go through the evidence again if... That's not what I asked.
Yes. I think she's innocent.
She's guilty of something.
But not of anything based on the evidence that we have.
This has miscarriage of justice written all over it.
If you charge her, you'll look like a fool.
Rebecca! Over here, love. Over here, sweetheart. Over here, love.
Have you got a few words for the press, love?
THEY ALL SHOUT Rebecca!
How is he?
The same.
Do you want to take a break?
BUZZER
Chicken jalfrezi, one pilau rice. Detective Sergeant?
I'll call you back.
I tried to call you three times today.
Detective Sergeant! What do you want? Stephen Connelly had cancer.
Who told you that? It's in his medical records.
Why would she say he died of a stroke if he had cancer?
Maybe because he didn't die of cancer, maybe because he died of a stroke!
You don't find it odd? He had kidney cancer and was denied a drug -
a treatment that might have prolonged his life, but it was too expensive.
Then, suddenly, he dies. And?
Well, that's convenient, isn't it?
Dying is convenient? Oh, you know what I mean.
He tried to get a treatment that might prolong his life but he didn't get it, so he died.
That seems logical to me. The postmortem says he died of a stroke but he was being treated for cancer.
Why didn't his oncologist... Cancer causes all kinds of things that people die from.
Organs fail, strokes happen, there's absolutely no proof...
I know there's a fraud in this. I just can't prove it!
Where did you get his medical records?
Did you steal his records?
That's a criminal offence, do you know that?
Look, there's something wrong here. I mean...
You stole his medical records?
If you did,
if I find out that you did, I will arrest you.
Is that understood? Look, I need your help.
Get away from me.
Do you love me, Harry Cunningham?
You don't have to answer that.
Yes. I think I do.
You know, when I was young, I used to...
..I used to wonder how I would know when I was in love.
Then of course one day, you do, and it becomes simple.
You'd be willing to risk everything for someone else.
Your life, your reputation, everything you have.
That sounds like a good way to know.
It is.
Clare? Hiya.
I don't have the Connelly file yet. I'm still working on it.
We got a letter from Rebecca Connelly's solicitor,
which goes some way toward blaming you and us for her false arrest and loss of reputation.
You can't be serious? Clare, if we don't have any evidence, you have to let it go.
And I need the Byfield file. I think William Byfield was murdered.
The coroner has ruled it a suicide.
It was a cyanide death. Self-inflicted. We've moved on since then and there's loads of evidence.
I think that murder is a very real possibility.
The downturn has hit a lot of jobs, Clare.
Stop by and see me before the end of the day.
I'll get you an appointment with HR. You'll get a good reference.
Hiya. Hi.
I need your help. No, thanks.
I got fired. Not a moment too soon.
Is there anyway we can prove William Byfield didn't commit suicide? A test you can run - something?
You know he was killed, we both do.
His family will get nothing from the insurance company.
He worked for them for 20 years, it just seems so unfair.
We know what happened, so we should at least be able to prove what didn't happen, shouldn't we?
He would have known as he died what was happening to him.
He would have known who did it. He would have been so scared. It just doesn't seem right.
I'm wasting my time, aren't I?
How do I get a hold of you?
We previously ruled that Mr Byfield had committed suicide.
Based on the evidence submitted, that appeared to be his intent.
We have new information. And new circumstances.
David Levin's death changes how we're looking at this. Byfield didn't intend to die.
It was you, Dr Alexander, wasn't it, that told me that "a pathologist cannot determine intent"?
When the human body is placed under threat or extreme stress, it produces a number of chemicals.
In particular, cortisol and adrenaline.
William Byfield had extraordinarily high levels
of cortisol and adrenaline in his system when he died.
I believe he was under threat.
I believe he knew someone was trying to kill him.
The chemicals in his body suggests his intent, and that was to stay alive.
Do they know if he's going to get better yet?
No.
Doctors, they think they know everything, but they don't know anything.
Except for you.
Of course.
Are you done with these? I'll put them away for you.
What are they?
Charlie? We have an arrival.
How's Rebecca? She's fine.
Why, what is it?
The duplicate post-mortems - Stephen Connelly and Jerome Carls.
Rebecca couldn't have done this. I told you she was innocent.
Why did Levin do it?
He's dead. We'll never know.
He crossed the line.
He broke the law and then he killed himself.
People usually do that for money...or love.
I think it does matter,
doesn't it?
It certainly ought to matter to you.
Have a look at them. I think you should ask her.
Ask her.
ANSWERING MACHINE: 'Rebecca? It's Harry. Where are you? I need to speak to you. Um, call me back.
'Rebecca? It's Harry. Did you get my messages at the hospital?
'I hope you're all right...
'Call me.
'Rebecca? It's Harry...'
KNOCK AT DOOR
Have you heard from her?
No.
Senora Connelly?
Bastantes para un mes - one month supply of the drugs.
Gracias.
Shall we have lunch on the beach, Stephen?
By the water?
Leo, can you hear me?
I'm convinced you can.
Today is special.
Very, very special.
Because today, I've written a list of all the things
that wind me up about you, and there's nothing you can do about it.
You can't talk back, you can't argue. It's perfect.
One - the little look that you give before you speak,
which might as well be a billboard saying, "What I am about to say is true - argue with me at your peril."
I love that look,
especially when what you are about to say is ka-ka!
Two - why do you always wear the top button of your shirt undone when you are wearing a tie? Hmm?
Three - stop it with the medley of browns.
It makes you look like a student.
I need to get you back to the centre.
The list is very long
but Harry says we've got to go.
He thinks I'm boring.
I'll see you tomorrow, I'll keep going.
What's happened? He squeezed my finger.
Are you sure? Yes.
He's squeezing my finger!
That is just like you.
Always have to have the last word.
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