HORN HONKS
Dr Silverlake, are you OK?
Professor?
Hi! I'm looking for my dog.
Small, brown, cuddly,
and badly behaved.
You haven't seen him? No.
What a shame.
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
I think maybe he went over there.
Where?
No!
Are you ready to start?
Never look in their eyes.
What is the point of you?!
Look at yourselves! Don't drink!
Look! Look! Oi!
And you! You're just as bad. You're drinking, you're smoking.
Don't! What possible contribution do you think you're making?!
Don't you see you're destroying yourselves?
You're destroying us! Why?
Why? Why do we waste our time? WHY?!
Why?
# Testator silens
# Costestes e spiritu
# Silentium. #
Morning. How is everything? OK?
Crash cart!
ALARM WAILS
OK, stand clear.
BEEPING
FLATLINE TONE
There's not much more we can do. We should stop.
Time of death, 8.03.
I'll look for next of kin in his records.
Gemma.
FLATLINE TONE
We need a doctor, please!
Three deaths overnight. Three?
SHE SOBS
Blue bloater.
Jaundice.
Drug user.
Morning. Detective Constable Catina.
Dr Harry Cunningham. Professor Leo Dalton.
Three in one night seemed unusual. Thought it deserved a look, yeah?
This is Detective Inspector Skipper.
You two the body snatchers, are you?
That's our official title. Dr Harry Cunningham and Professor Leo Dalton.
Sorry.
Does this stuff really work? Yes.
Hey, Cat? You want some of this.
That MRSA thing is deadly.
Not nearly as bad as C-difficile.
Yeah? It's well-named. very nasty.
I really don't like going into hospitals.
Sure way to get sick.
Now, it's possible that they all just popped off on the same night, nothing untoward.
Why's she crying? She's the night supervisor.
They died on her watch? Yes.
When was the last time a doctor had a look at them?
I'll check the notes. Thank you.
Hasn't she seen dead people before?
She works in a hospital, for Christ's sake. Sorry, sorry.
Did I offend anyone with that language?
He didn't mean to offend anyone. That's all I need, someone to make a complaint.
Can you catch MRSA from a dead person? Yes. Oh, great.
Now, then, I haven't decided whether this is a crime scene or not yet.
I mean, maybe it's not. Maybe it was just a very unlucky ward last night.
It could be that it's not so unusual to lose three patients on the same ward.
You're a walking advert for the NHS, aren't you?
They did all have challenged immune systems.
Challenged? Buggered.
Thank God for plain English.
Could you stop crying, please?
Sorry, Cat. You're going to have to take her statement. I just won't cope.
Right, I want you two boys now to review the medical notes of the deceased.
See if you can find out what happened last night.
That is what we generally do.
What do you want to do - cut first or read first?
PHONE RINGS
'Bodle's solicitor is raising mental health issues.'
Based on what? Apparently Bodle had some sort of brain surgery a couple of years back.
Allegedly it made him prone to mental illness.
If it goes that direction I may need you to walk the judge through the postmortem at the hearing.
Just take a couple of deep breaths.
I'll be right back.
The registrar saw all three of them on his ward rounds yesterday morning, 11.30.
Nothing unusual noted.
Hm. I'll need to speak to him.
How do you want to deal with this?
Let's establish medical condition and take it from there, shall we? Yeah.
What do you think? I haven't had chance to read anything yet.
No, no, no, about the nurse. Cat doesn't like her, do you, Cat?
All that crying, like she needs all the attention. Something shifty about her.
That's not racism or anything, cos I went out with a Filipina once.
Maybe she was Thai...
Maybe the nurse is Thai.
Maybe she's British.
Yeah, maybe she is. Yeah, yeah.
I didn't realise we had the queen of political correctness here.
I'll ask for her passport before I jump to any conclusions.
Can we make sure we've got copies of these notes, please? OK.
You don't like me, do you? I'm not sure yet.
Fair dos.
Do you think the nurse did it?
How would we know?
No, I'm asking what you think, not what you know,
because I find that what you think can point you on the way to what you know.
She's on all night, she has three dead patients in the morning.
Not great, is it? Wouldn't want her wiping my arse. She'll be relieved.
Cat thinks she's got that Munchausen by proxy thing.
Don't you, Cat? Yeah.
Probably better if we look at the evidence without preconceived ideas.
Keep an open mind.
Mmm...
Well, whatever works for you.
He restores my faith in the police.
The blow to the head crushed her skull and caused widespread cerebral haemorrhaging.
She would have been rendered unconscious from the blow and died within minutes.
How big is the TOD window?
Her body was discovered at 4.32pm.
I arrived at the scene at 5.47.
Her eyes were open, corneal clouding.
Body temperature suggests death occurred at least two hours before.
Two hours? 3.47.
It's not exact. She was walking home from school.
Her class teacher said goodbye to her at 3.30.
That leaves less than 17 minutes for her to be approached, abducted and raped.
Mucosal lacerations and disruption of the muscular fibres.
She was dead when she was raped.
Small mercies.
Yes.
We have physical evidence that Jason Bodle was the one who raped her?
Semen. DNA should be back tomorrow.
That proves the rape. What about the murder?
We've got the girl's blood on him. He found her body, that's what he's saying.
There's no witness. Not that we've found.
No murder weapon? It was a rock.
I am right, Doctor?
It was a rock? It was a rock?
Yes.
But you don't have the rock?
We're looking for it.
Nobody is doubting the pervert did it, right?
Only a jury if we can't tie him to the murder.
We have him on the rape.
What?
He just finds an eight-year-old girl dead with a head injury and rapes her?
That's what he's saying.
Eight-year-old girl.
Which is worse, rape or murder?
There's a sickness, seriously, an illness out there that produces this kind of...
He's insane, yeah? Got to be.
Don't say that to me. Don't tell me he was ill.
I mean, you can think it all you want, but don't say it.
No way he gets off.
You murder and rape an eight-year-old girl, you want a hospital, not a prison, don't you?
If he goes to a hospital... Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea.
The act does not make a person guilty unless the mind be also guilty.
He'll never have to give evidence or explain his actions unless we can prove he has a guilty mind.
Bodle's going to a prison, not a hospital.
Dr Alexander? You're coming back?
KNOCK ON DOOR
Hi, Daddy. You OK?
What can I do to cheer you up? Hm?
It's not your fault.
Everyone knows that.
Would you like me to remove your liver?
No, thanks. Kidney?
I'm OK for now. Two for one offer.
Bargain. I can whip your brain out in a second.
Tempting, but you look like the sort of bloke who's good at taking things apart, not putting them together.
This room was prepped and ready for me and now it's contaminated.
Sorry.
What are you doing? You some kind of mystery shopper or something?
Are you doing the PM on one of the bodies from the hospital?
Not going to give me any explanation?
No.
GUNSHOT
Go! Go!
Respiratory failure may have been caused by nosocomial pneumonia.
We're testing for it. Positive, Professor.
Ah, well, the deceased test positive.
Are all lab results back?
Yes, they're on your desk.
So not withstanding he had a challenged immune system... Buggered.
..he had type two respiratory failure and pneumonia would have tipped the balance.
Did someone commit a crime, Professor,
or am I just collecting data for the Health Protection Agency?
I haven't finished my investigation.
But it does bother me that no-one seemed to notice his failing health between 11.30am,
when he last saw a doctor, and his time of death which we estimate to be around 2 o'clock in the morning.
I mean, that's more than 14 hours.
The night nurse told us he was last seen by a doctor at around 10pm.
10pm?
That's not what it says in the notes.
It's not what they told us in the hospital.
Ying McCoy said a doctor came in to check on the patients around ten.
A doctor would have spotted his need for immediate care. Is she absolutely certain?
It's what she said. Maybe you should speak to her again.
Well, she's made herself hard to find.
She's gone off to Filipino Land, or wherever they come from.
Should I apologise for that? Just to be safe.
She's in the park!
GUNSHOT
SHE SCREAMS
Come on, guys. Quickly!
Stay down. Stay down. Stay down.
Shots have been fired. Weapons authorised.
Start your team across the road. Let's go!
Zak, could you prep the cutting room? I have.
I know, but could you do it again? It's been contaminated. How? No idea.
Sorry, Zak.
Who's Leo talking to?
Detectives from the hospital.
She's too pretty to be a detective.
Really? I thought she looked a bit like you.
Was that an insult?
Have you finished the PM? No, not yet. Equipment problem. Why?
Cat, do you have the name of the doctor? Yeah, I've got it here.
A doctor made a ward visit at approximately 10pm
the night all three died and didn't notice they were ill. Who was the doctor?
She said the doctor's name was Silverlake.
RADIO: MP from Juliet Six. Received.
Put the gun down and lie on the ground!
Target on.
Target on. Permission to shoot?
Authorised. Fire, fire, fire.
Thanks.
Does this make my vanishing Oriental nurse more or less guilty-looking?
If a doctor checked those patients at 10pm and they died four hours later...
We should wait to complete all three postmortems.
PHONE RINGS Of course.
What I think? Of course.
How could you know? Very guilty. Harry!
He wants to know how she looks. You're getting the hang of this.
That is how she looks.
Yep, that is how she looks.
What kind of doctor is Silverlake? He's a consultant neurosurgeon.
Neurosurgeon? Brains, yeah?
He is a brain surgeon.
It's so much easier when you explain it, you know.
He's a professor of neurosurgery.
A professor? Like you. Yes.
He's a professor and a doctor.
You can be both, can you? Yes.
But only if you're very, very senior. Very.
And you'd have to be highly specialised? Oh, yeah, absolutely.
10 o'clock at night on a general ward.
What's he doing there? Skip, we've found Dr Silverlake.
Multiple haematomas, left arm.
Oedema on the lungs.
Hiya.
Did you know him?
By reputation.
Why does an eminent professor go postal?
Cos he knew you were looking for him.
SIO says he came out in an aggressive manner and raised his shotgun like he was going to shoot.
Is there another body, anyone else injured?
No. He was stopped before he could... Where's the gun? Seized and secured.
Was it loaded when he came outside?
There were no cartridges in the gun when they found it and there were none discharged by the body.
Excuse me. Can you tell me what's happening, please? I'm sorry. We can't tell you anything.
My parents are residents. They're number four.
It doesn't make any difference if the gun was loaded or not, does it?
I mean, how were they to know?
A man aims his gun. They did their job.
Yes, they did.
And very well, too.
He has a shotgun.
He discharges it. No-one was killed, no-one was injured.
No, no. No. Why? Why?
Professor Silverlake committed suicide.
WOMAN SHOUTS
Suicide by cop.
Why did they have to shoot him? Why?
Yes. It's him.
Thank you for waiting on me.
I don't think my daughter could have done this.
She was very close to her father.
We'll complete the postmortem as soon as possible.
He couldn't get past it.
I knew it as soon as it happened.
As soon as they found that little girl,
and it was Bodle.
The idea that Nigel might have saved the life of a murderer,
I knew he couldn't get past it.
It made a lie of his whole life.
OK.
20, looks older.
Drug addict, needle user. Hep C.
Jaundice. Tox results show 6-monoacetylmorphine, confirming heroin.
Type two respiratory failure, nosocomial pneumonia.
Outcomes you'd expect.
An unlucky night. Yeah.
Yeah.
Pneumonia? Which means that he should have had a high temperature.
Nothing in the notes. So?
He has respiratory failure.
So he should have an extremely high temperature
which Silverlake should have noted when he checked on him at 10pm.
If he was on the ward.
There are no notes by Silverlake in this file.
None in mine from Silverlake.
Why would she say Silverlake?
Why him by name unless he was there? Hang on.
My chap did not test positive for pneumonia.
And? He was on steroids, high-dose steroids.
So he'd have been extremely susceptible to catching anything flying around.
If pneumonia caused your guy's respiratory failure,
then your man would have been extremely contagious.
How long was he on the ward?
Five days. Five days!
Where did he get the heroin?
And when did he inject it?
Do you have a time of death? Difficult.
Hospital was warm. I'm guessing he'd been dead at least seven hours by the time we got there.
So he gets up in the middle of the night, injects himself and the nurse doesn't notice?
This night gets more and more unlucky.
We've got one more body to look at. 50-year-old woman, alcoholic, a history of crack addiction.
I'll need some images of this and run the bloods.
Internal and external labs?
Yes, please.
And the rest of her?
Stitch her up.
Here.
Anything? It's not good.
You going to tell me or make me beg?
The begging sounds interesting. Will you have to get on your knees?
Naked.
I'll tell you without the begging.
Ying McCoy has not turned up for her shift.
She's the only witness we've got so we need to find her.
There looks to be a problem with her work papers. Hospital admin have contacted the agency that sent her.
They don't have copies of her passport or her visa. Right.
Have we got Silverlake's phone records? By the end of the day.
And his diary. We've got to find a way to place him in the hospital.
Are you all right?
I have a fitness-to-plead hearing tomorrow.
Oh, yeah, I've done one of them. Nothing to it. Very straightforward.
We all have things that happen to us.
The waves that crash.
But it's the undertow.
You can't see it.
You don't expect it.
OK. Is it me or you?
Because I am listening and you're not making any sense.
I did the postmortem on an eight-year-old girl the other day.
Oh, yeah. I remember.
It's the killer's hearing. Alleged.
Yeah. I'm trying to understand why it bothers me.
Why does this one bother me so much?
Why her? It'll pass.
There was something so evil about it all.
It felt contagious,
sucking me under.
I struggle against it and it just makes me tired.
You're an eminent doctor,
a professor, and you've worked all your life to improve the lives of others. Silverlake?
Not a lot of public recognition for it, but that doesn't matter.
It's for the common good.
You remove a tumour from a man's brain, save his life.
You've done this before very successfully.
You're recognised as an expert, feted by your peers.
And the man you healed,
the one whose life you saved,
kills and rapes an eight-year-old girl.
God's perverse little joke.
It has nothing to do with God, Nikki.
Jason Bodle has at least two victims now,
an eight-year-old girl and Nigel Silverlake.
It's so evil.
It's like an infectious disease.
There's no cure for it.
And tomorrow a judge will decide whether he's fit to plead.
Silverlake killed himself.
He couldn't bare to live with this little girl's blood on his hands.
He obviously thought that he had created the monster that killed her.
He gives us these gifts and then conspires for us to use them to destroy...innocence.
What do we do, Harry?
How can I help?
Do you ever have the feeling that everything we do is pointless?
God has already decreed the verdict and all we do is figure out how he did it.
I'm so tired.
We need to keep an eye on Nikki. Why?
Not herself.
She's been working hard. She always works hard.
Something's got hold of her.
The post mortem on this murdered girl, I think.
Well, children are always difficult.
She's testifying tomorrow.
Fitness-to-plead hearing.
Nobody can say it, but Jason Bodle must have been sick to do all the things he did.
It seems to have triggered some maternal thing in her or something.
It's pretty rough stuff. Maybe you or I should have done it. She's a professional.
What are you saying? That there are some cases she shouldn't be assigned?
You could be more sensitive, you know.
Lab results on your girlfriend.
If you want to run any more, we'll need to take more fluids from the body. Thanks.
Right, I'm supposed to be meeting up with a friend,
one of those haven't seen you in a while friends,
so I'm about to head off. Are you going to want to run any more? I don't know.
You want me to hang around, don't you?
Just in case. Thanks.
Pleasure.
So I could be more sensitive?
Yeah.
You could be less sexist.
What?
Sexist! Come on, that's not sexist.
You don't really know when you're sexist, do you? That, I suppose, is the litmus test of being sexist.
I say you could be a little more sensitive and get hit with sexist?
In fact, I worry about a colleague and I get called sexist.
What kind of messed-up world am I living in?
Harry? That's a cheap shot.
How did contestant number three die?
She wasn't the picture of health, as you can see, but nothing obvious
either internally or externally presented itself.
She was an alcoholic so there was severe damage to the...
Central pontine myelinolysis.
..pons, yes.
Look at her vitreous sodium level.
Way too high.
Look at her hospital file. When she came in her sodium numbers were low.
They re-corrected? Fatally. Mistake?
Possibly. That's why the nurse runs?
What about your heroin addict?
Anything on his bloods? I think...
Six-monoacetylmorphine, heroin.
What are you looking for?
No codeine. It's pure.
Medicinal? Pure diamorphine.
That's medicinal heroin. Where did he get that?
Coincidence or calculated?
Alcoholics have a low sodium level. If you know that then perhaps you know that if you
re-correct the sodium too quickly you'll kill the patient.
Heroin addict - you give them medicinal heroin, it looks like an overdose.
What about the blue bloater?
Type two respiratory failure and pneumonia, but nobody else contracts it
and he shows no other symptoms before he dies.
If this is calculated, how would you kill him?
Kindness?
Assuming that doesn't work.
Type two respiratory failure. He needs oxygen.
He also needs carbon dioxide.
Pure oxygen would kill him.
100% oxygen mask.
In type two respiratory failure you need carbon dioxide otherwise you cannot breathe.
So they were all murdered.
Looks that way.
Then you are a genius. An insensitive genius, but a genius.
Insensitivity is the litmus test for geniuses, isn't it?
Must be.
Dr Alexander?
My external examination identified multiple lacerations to the scalp
indicating more than one impact.
So in your expert opinion, Dr Alexander,
what could have caused the injuries depicted in the photos?
It is my opinion that these injuries were caused by multiple impacts with a heavy blunt object.
Fragments of stone were recovered deep within the wounds, embedded in the skull and brain.
This would suggest the use of a large stone, a rock.
Dr Alexander? Dr Alexander?
The mucosal lacerations and disruption to the muscle fibres indicate that the girl was dead
when she was raped.
Thank you for your assistance, Dr Alexander.
You are released. Thank you.
GIRL SCREAMS
Morning, Dr Alexander.
Morning. How's it going?
Good. You?
Life sucks. Sorry to hear it.
But you feel better talking about it, right?
Morning. Yep.
It is.
When do you intend to cut the evil bastard up?
I'm sorry?
Should I apologise for that? Probably not.
Silverlake kills a number of his patients, then gets himself shot like you said, suicide by cop.
He's the whole package, eh?
An evil murderer and a coward.
You find something?
We think the hospital deaths were murder.
We just went through it with Skippy and Julia.
Julia? Detective Constable Catina.
Of course.
Looks like it all fits together.
Professor Silverlake? That is what it looks like.
Skippy? I like that. Yeah, I just made it up.
Everything OK with you?
Oh, shit. Harry's been talking to you? Harry's always talking to me.
How did the hearing go? Fine.
And you're all right?
Couldn't be better.
When do you know the outcome of the hearing?
Today or tomorrow. They won't go to arraignment until the judge rules.
Dr Alexander, there's someone here to see you.
Who?
I'm Naomi Silverlake.
I know.
I saw you at the hearing.
I don't know why I went.
To represent my father, I guess, in some sort of odd pointless way.
I'm sorry. It's fine.
You know, I was there.
Nothing will ever be worse than that.
Nothing.
Please, sit down.
How can I help you?
When you do the post mortem on my father
look for something that can,
I don't know,
explain it.
Explain what happened to him.
I can only report what I find.
Have you seen what they're saying about him?
"Doctor Evil."
He was the least evil person I've ever known. "The Evil Doctor Death."
I've seen them. Where do they get this from?
He spent his life saving people's lives, some that didn't deserve to live.
It overwhelmed him that he could heal people, that he could change the course of so many lives.
That's not evil. That's... It's human.
What can I do?
They say he killed those three patients.
I say it wasn't him.
It's for the police to decide.
How does anyone know he actually did the things they're accusing him of?
They write these things, but he's dead.
He can't defend himself.
They don't know. Do you see?
The police are investigating.
Do you call this investigating?
No. This is judging.
He's now guilty forever.
If you put my father's name into Google now, you know what comes up first?
A photograph of him and Jason Bodle, arms around each other, smiling.
My father's success story.
A tumour removed, a life saved.
They're now locked together for eternity.
I know he isn't evil.
There must be another explanation.
When I was little,
maybe...
five or six,
my father used to joke that there was a spot on my head, right about here,
where all the bad things came from.
If I had been naughty,
he would kiss at that spot over and over and over again
until he made all the bad things go away.
He was hurting.
It was almost as if he'd hurt that girl with his own hands.
If he felt that, why would he murder someone else?
Even if he was responsible, maybe something was wrong with him.
Either way, it can't have been him, not the real him, not the real person.
This is what people have to understand.
Sometimes things happen and it's like another person does them. Do you see?
I can only report what I find.
Jason Bodle rapes and murders an eight-year-old girl and it's my father that's called evil.
Help me.
That's all I'm asking you to do.
What does she want you to find, a tumour where the bad things come from?
She's desperate.
I'm not exactly sure how to handle her.
She wants an excuse, something that allows her to believe it was an aberration.
And if you do find something, what will that change?
Practically? Nothing.
I guess it might do her some good and it might do his reputation some good.
What are the chances of you finding something? Well, very, very slim.
Virtually none.
He's dead. She adored him. She's in pain.
If she wants to cling to the possibility that some outside factor
or external force coerced him into doing evil, then...
Don't prove there wasn't. Do her that favour.
You know, I forget sometimes how decent you can be.
Are you OK?
Yeah. Do you know you're OK?
Of course I know. I worry about you. Thank you for that too.
ELECTRONIC BUZZING
He died very quickly, if not instantly, and I'm quite sure he didn't feel any pain.
No. Of course not.
He left that for us.
Was there anything? A tumour?
We found nothing that would indicate the presence of disease. Nothing?
Nothing immediately obvious.
I'm having a complete set of lab tests run.
I'll have the results soon. The tests may tell us more.
But you think there was something?
I'm sure there could be something, but it may not be something that we can ever prove.
He had such dark moods.
And the silence, there could be days of silence. Do you remember?
I think we should go.
And when he was angry... Naomi.
The court ruled Bodle unfit to plead.
He's being held under the Mental Health Act.
Sent him to Castleton Psychiatric Hospital.
Defence blamed the medical treatment he received for changing his personality
and making him unaware of the consequences of his actions.
Nikki? I'm sorry to disturb you.
My mother and I, we forgot to give you this.
It's records from his private doctor.
I don't know that it will mean anything.
I can't thank you enough. Thank you.
He was fit. Fibrous tumour, benign.
Skin complaint. Nothing of consequence.
In remarkable health for someone of his age, but ten years ago he sought help for depression.
Ten years ago. Then the illness and the treatment stops.
No mention of it again. Perhaps he got better.
Maybe he didn't want it to hurt his career as a doctor so he stopped getting treatment.
Maybe he began to self-medicate to avoid having a mental condition on his medical records.
Perhaps he thought being mentally ill, even temporarily, would be
so damaging to his career that he had to cover it up. Wouldn't that be ironic?
Can I say something? Yes. OK.
I'm going to say something and because we're friends you're not going to get angry, right?
Depends on what you say.
I think now that what you're doing here
has got nothing to do with giving the daughter hope, or allowing her doubt.
It has got nothing to do with science or the pursuit
of truth, cos all these things can only be conjecture, can't they?
So far I'm not angry. There's more.
In fact, I now think
that what you're doing is selfish.
And I get it, I get it.
It's a sort of emotional flak jacket.
Now you're starting to cut close. An emotional flak jacket so you can feel comfortable that
there isn't pure evil in the universe and that it's all just God's manufacturing error.
I'm doing this for Naomi and the Silverlake family.
You're doing it because you're scared. It's relevant to his post mortem.
You're trying to make sense of something that is senseless.
And you can't. We can't know what was going through his mind
to make him do what he did, and anyway,
no explanation will change what happened. Just let it go,
because it doesn't matter.
It has to matter.
I told them when they were had the house redone not to use limestone.
So hard to clean.
I have a lot of wonderful memories of this house.
Where do you live now?
Well, at the moment, of course, I live here.
I didn't want to leave my mother on her own. Of course.
Nikki, I know the chances of us finding something are very, very slim.
I want you to know that I'm not hoping for a miracle.
Well, I am, but I'm not expecting one.
OK.
You doing this for me...
..you don't know me, not really.
The fact that you're even trying,
I'm very grateful.
What is it? Medication for depression.
That would explain his moods.
It might explain a lot of things.
Silverlake is guilty, yeah?
Has to be.
Ying McCoy names him.
The crimes all require a certain level of knowledge.
He tops himself. Has to be guilty.
But his widow says he never went to the hospital.
Of course, she could be lying.
But I don't see him on any of the tapes going into the hospital
the night Ying McCoy tells me he came to see the victims.
She's given me a time, yeah?
It should be easy.
I can't find him anywhere, any time.
Car park, front entrance, A&E entrance. He's not there.
I can't prove he's there without the nurse and the nurse has gone missing.
You see how disturbing this is?
Any luck? No. I'm waiting for the discs from the day before.
I checked Silverlake's mobile phone records. He hasn't used his phone for over a week.
Who does that?
Somebody with two phones?
Yeah, that's possible, I guess.
We need to speak to his wife.
Like she's going to know. Mm.
I've got to be honest, it's making me a tad anxious.
I haven't felt this way since the first time I bought condoms.
You know, that queasy feeling you get in your stomach
that you can't get rid of as you walk towards the counter in the chemist.
Shall we talk about my first sexual experience or Dr Silverlake?
Dr Silverlake. Good choice.
There's more to talk about.
I mean, why would Silverlake shoot up his neighbours' lovely homes?
It's guilt, right?
He killed his patients.
It seems a fair conclusion to draw.
To draw, but not to prove. But do we have to prove it?
No. Silverlake is dead. You're over-worrying this.
Your eczema's going to come back.
Yeah, you're probably right. I am right. Let it go.
OK. You're right.
I'll let it go.
Do you think Ying McCoy is her real name?
Cat!
NURSE GASPS
SHE SCREAMS
Both prime suspects dead.
This has not been my best week.
DOOR SLAMS
GIRL SCREAMS
Hello, Julia, you are looking very lovely today.
Hiya, Dr H. Thank you.
My husband is meant to have killed her as well?
Well... I mean it's possible, I guess.
But we did find something else.
You seem to want to defend the drugs. What's in it for you?
Have you got a research grant hanging in the balance?
Are you threatening me?
Why would suggesting that you act in your own interest be a threat?
GIRL SCREAMS
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# Costestes e spiritu
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