02x01 - Death of an Expert Witness - Part 1

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DALGLIESH: She
sorrowed into death.

Tracks of tears like
cuttings on her skin.

That look I didn't
know, it was reproach.

You take my treasure
and my blood.

The part of me that's
yours, and watch me go.

The wanted part.

You stand and watch me go
into the last sighting...

MAN GRUNTS

MAN TWO: Look, still there!

Hey! You see that?
Did you see that?

WOMAN: Nice one! LAUGHTER

Nice one. That was good.

I thought it was going
to smash, but it didn't.

SHE SCREAMS

What?!

Quick!

Come on!

'And the knight is rendered
still by her departure.

'No sound, no screams to
halt the oncoming glare...'

HE SIGHS

CREAKING

BELLS RING FAINTLY

"The chestnut tree's magic
seemed to be wearing out.

"It must be getting
closer to morning.

"Benjy knew that the tree's
magic only worked at night.

"What a great adventure
Benjy was having,

"but he lost track of time.

"How would he get back to
the front door on time?

"Benjy was trying..."
VOICE FADES

I stand aside.

A mouth of scree.

A choke of swallowed words.

AUDIENCE APPLAUDS

Well, I think we all
need a moment after that,

and then we'll begin
the interrogation, Adam.

AUDIENCE CHUCKLES

Good morning,
Inspector. Morning.

Early enough for
you, Mr Howarth?

You came along for
the ride, then?

It's not very often

we get the director of
the lab on the scene.

I told the staff I wanted
to follow the next m*rder,

familiarise myself
with their work.

Well, you couldn't have picked
a more straightforward one.

Domestic. 99% certain.

Even the m*rder weapon
was ready and waiting.

Keep out of the way!

What is this place anyway?

Oh, yeah. You're not a local.
They call it a clunch pit.

They used to dig chalk out of
the ground here for building.

It's a dismal place to die.

Hey, Doc.

Sorry. I got here
as soon as I could.

DERISIVELY: Nice
of you to join us.

So, were you actually going
to prioritise this one, then?

Only you said that
about the last m*rder,

and I was sitting on
my hands for a week.

I'll get started.

If you've got any
complaints about my lab,

put them in writing
with detailed evidence.

Your lab? I thought Mr
Howarth was the new boss.

Of the facility, not my lab.

Same difference. He's right.

The biology lab is
Dr Lorrimer's domain.

Christ, he's even worse
than bloody usual.

I assume that you...

What is his problem anyway?

No idea.

We need to talk about this.

Not now.

OK, lads, let's get cracking.
Screens and cordons.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

..stay, OK?

Brenda. BRENDA: Good
morning, Mr Howarth.

And I need to speak
to the surveyors.

What are you doing?

I thought I could make
a start on the swab.

Leave it. I'll do it.

At least then it'll
be done properly.

WOMAN IN DISTANCE: Bye.
MAN IN DISTANCE: Bye.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH All
right, are you coming, John?

SECOND MAN IN DISTANCE:
Yeah, I'm on my way.

Mr Howarth asked me to
tell you he's leaving now.

And?

VIOLIN PLAYING TRAD TUNE

AUDIENCE CHEERS

WOMAN: Whoo!

CLATTERING

BAND CONTINUES
PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE

LAUGHTER AND CHEERING

MUSIC FADES

Stop it. Stop it!

LOUD THUD

SOUNDS ECHO AND SWIRL EERILY

BELL RINGS

BELL CONTINUES RINGING

BELL CONTINUES RINGING

FAINT TRAD MUSIC
DROWNED OUT BY DRONING

What do you want?

DRONING DROWNS MUSIC

FAINT LAUGHTER ECHOES

SQUELCHING

LOUD THUD, HE GROANS

DISTANT CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

America is a hard nut to crack.

It's also an enormous market.

You should be proud.

I know you won't read
what they're saying,

but 18,000 copies
sold in two weeks.

So... the US office are
pushing for a tour -

five or six of the major cities.

A tour? Poetry is the
new rock and roll.

You could follow in the
footsteps of Dylan T.

HE SCOFFS Hardly.

You could. It'd be a blast.

Everything would
be set up for you.

Fall - that's autumn to you
and me - starting in New York.

I have a job, Blanche.

No, you have two jobs,

and this one's getting
bigger and wants attention.

Last year, you said you were
thinking of stopping the policing.

That's a trick I play
on myself sometimes.

I tell myself I can stop
so that I can keep going.

Why do you need to keep going?

PHONE RINGS IN BACKGROUND

Sorry.

Honestly, I'm not sure.

Well, if there's any chance
you could stop, might stop...

this would be the time.

Ride that wave.

We have a few weeks.

Can I tell them you're
thinking about it?

All right.

WAITER: Excuse me. There's
a phone call for you, sir.

Scotland Yard.

'Dalgliesh.'

DS MISKIN: Why
us, sir? This job?

The commissioner is
anxious about it.

Hoggatt's laboratory
is privately owned,

but the evidence from
almost every investigation

in the region is sent there.

A m*rder, a possible break-in,
it affects confidence.

Have you been to Norfolk before?

No.

Chief Inspector Dalgliesh.
Yes. This is DS Miskin.

Maximillian Howarth.
I'm the director here.

Please, the staff
are in the library.

DI Doyle's orders.

New building? Yes. Ten
years in the planning.

This one's barely
fit for purpose.

It was built as a private house.

Dr Lorrimer was our
senior forensic biologist.

He's worked here for 15 years.

I assume you knew him,
too, Dr Rollinson?

Oh, yes.

We've worked on dozens
of cases together.

I asked a local GP to come and
do the initial exam with me.

I thought that would
be for the best.

Good.

So, time of death, between
7pm and 10pm last night.

Possibly 11.

Looks like a single
swinging blow

delivered when Lorrimer
turned his back,

and the mallet would
fit as a weapon.

Would the assailant
be blood stained?

Probably not.

The blood appears to
have flowed steadily

without any
preliminary splashing.

Would it have needed
a lot of force?

Not especially. A woman
could have managed it.

I was about to say that
I'll know more after the PM,

but I take it that you'll...

We'll be making arrangements
to have that done elsewhere.

Who found the body?
Brenda. Brenda Pridmore.

She's our clerical officer.
Poor girl is only 18.

How long was she alone with him?

Not more than a few
moments, I should say.

I was alone with
him for a brief time

after I called the police.

Yes, briefly.

I'm sorry, but I'm
due at the hospital.

Do you need anything
else from me now?

An alibi?

You do want an alibi?

A simple witness statement -

where you were last night,
when you last saw Dr Lorrimer.

When you arrived here,

everything was locked
and alarmed as normal?

Yes. It's very strange.

And we've noticed nothing missing,
no other sign of a break-in.

Who else has keys,
apart from you?

Lorrimer,

and then there's one kept
in the wall safe in there

and one held at
the police station.

This is the only door we use.

The back door is closed off.

You arrived at what time?

8:25.

Brenda arrived as
I was opening up.

I was seeing to the alarm

when Lorrimer's father
rang asking if he was here.

He hadn't come home last night.

Brenda took the call and ran
upstairs to check, and...

..well...

That's the only
one in the building

which isn't kept locked.

Is it usually ajar?

Yes, but it's far too
high up to access.

But in theory, someone could
have got in or out through there

without triggering an alarm?

Well, there's... there's
nothing on the other side

except for a sheer
wall and a 20-foot drop

down to the roof of
the incinerator shed.

Would a cleaner have
come in last night?

Yes. We have a cleaner for an
hour at the end of every day.

Looks like someone
was sick in there.

DI DOYLE: Those are
his keys for the lab.

I'm glad to be
handing this one over.

It's weird when you know them,

and I'm up to my eyes.

On the case he was
working on? Mostly.

That was our m*rder weapon.

At least that's what he was
supposed to be confirming for us.

And the case is?

A young woman found dead two
nights ago in the clunch pit -

a quarry north of the town.

Head caved in. We reckon
it was the husband.

Found a note from a
fancy man in her bag.

Both the gentlemen have been
in custody since yesterday.

So, is it possible that someone
was trying to get to the evidence,

stop Dr Lorrimer
from examining it?

Like who? DETECTIVE CHUCKLES

As I said, suspects
are both in custody.

And if someone was doing that,
why would they leave the mallet?

Next of kin was the
father, is that right?

Yeah. We just left him.

Pretty sure he's not all there.

He reckons he called here
and spoke to Lorrimer

at 8:45 last night.

Which pushes back
the time of death.

Yeah. But it might not be true.

There's one other relative
- a cousin, Angela Foley.

She actually works here.
Howarth's secretary.

I called her to get her to come
over and look after the old man.

She didn't sound thrilled,
but she's over there now.

Anything else we need to know
about? I reckon that's it.

Will you be needing these two?

Because I... Yes. Let's
get the body moved.

Then I want a thorough
search of the building,

any possible access points
we haven't considered.

I want a search of the grounds
- any footprints, tyre tracks...

There's what looks
like dried vomit

in the first sink in
the men's toilets.

Take a sample, please.

We'll be sending all forensics
to the lab at the yard. Yes, sir.

I don't want to speak
ill of the dead,

but he was a miserable,
arrogant pain in the arse,

especially lately.

You won't be short of suspects.

When you came downstairs
after seeing the body,

had any other members
of staff arrived?

No.

Clifford Bradley arrived while
I was calling the police.

He's our junior biologist.

Then it was Miss
Foley, my secretary.

Dr Lorrimer's cousin? Yes.

I had no idea they were
related until today,

but then I've been here less
than eight months, so...

You were an external
appointment? Yes.

I was at the Darwin Centre
in London before this.

One could say I was headhunted.

Hoggatt's is good,
but it's slow.

Or at least it was.

And then there's the
new build to oversee.

The board felt the
place needed a manager

rather than a scientist.

Would Lorrimer have
wanted the job?

He did want it.

He showed a little
low-level resentment,

but nothing I
couldn't deal with.

He was a first-rate biologist,

but he wouldn't have
made a good director.

He, uh, struggled to
get on with people.

Do you know if there was
anything in particular

which had been
troubling him lately?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

I've never seen a
dead body before.

Funny, all the stuff
that comes in here.

SHE CHUCKLES

I'm responsible for
signing everything in

with the police liaison
- blood, fluids...

We even had a hand
in a few weeks ago.

Did you touch the
body, Brenda? No.

I could just see
that he was dead.

You waited in the hall while
Mr Howarth went upstairs,

is that right? Mmm.

Could anyone have come past you,

left through the
front door, perhaps?

I don't think so.

I was shocked, but I
didn't faint or anything.

Do you think the
m*rder*r was still there

when I went upstairs?

Don't say that.

How did you spend
yesterday evening?

Actually, I played violin at a
concert in the local village.

My attempt to embed
myself in the community.

My sister was there
watching, Domenica.

Surname? Howarth.

She isn't married.
She lives with me.

What time did you
arrive? Uh, 7:30.

Domenica wasn't feeling well,
so we left as soon as we could.

We got home at 9:30, and
went to bed around 10:30.

Did you have dinner
before the concert?

Yes, a light supper.

What did you eat?

Oh, I... I see. This
is because of the...

An omelette, some green
salad, and a glass of Chablis.

I really liked Dr Lorrimer.
He was nice to me.

He showed a real
interest. In what way?

I... I don't mean
anything, you know...

He tried to teach me things.

Said I should get some
A-levels - science -

and maybe go to a college.

No-one's ever said anything
like that to me before.

Mum and Dad are great,

but they just want
me to get married.

They don't like that
I'm working here

and they'll like it
even less now. CHUCKLES

Do you live at home?

Yes. We have a farm.

What time did you
leave work yesterday?

About six. The normal time.

And where did you go?

I cycled home. What time
did you arrive there?

About 25 past.

It used to be quicker

because there was a shortcut
through the grounds up to the lane,

but I'm not allowed to
go that way any more

because of the building works.

And were you at home
all yesterday evening?

Yes. I don't go out midweek.

Had your mum made a nice dinner?

Yeah. BREATHES UNEVENLY

We had chicken and chips.

Come in, Mr Bradley.

We need your help.

You worked closely with
Dr Lorrimer, I understand.

Can you tell us what he was in
the middle of doing last night?

He was running a test
- electrophoresis...

..grouping a sample
of the victim's blood

and the blood from the
suspected m*rder weapon.

I'm not sure why
that's gone. That's OK.

How long had you
worked with him?

18 months.

I'm not long qualified.
This is my first job.

Did you enjoy working under him?

Yes. Yeah, he was brilliant.

I learned a lot from him.

He didn't suffer fools, but then,
maybe that's how it should be.

How had he seemed recently?

Any particular worries
he'd mentioned?

No.

What time did you leave
the lab yesterday?

Six. I went straight home.

We've just had our first baby.

Congratulations. Thanks.

My mother-in-law was there.
She stayed on for some dinner.

Do you mind telling
me what you ate?

Why?

It was one of those chicken curries
you make using a packet, you know?

Uh...

I took my mother-in-law
to the bus stop

for the nine o'clock bus.

Got back quickly as I could.

The baby's got colic.

DETECTIVE: Two different
tread patterns. A mismatch.

That one's new to me.

It could be a Semperit.

We rarely see it.

Identify the brands and
start by ruling out any cars

belonging to the staff.

There's no reason why
they should park here

when there's a car
park at the front.

And talk to all
the local garages.

They should have records, or at
least remember the combinations.

Yes, sir.

Thoughts?

It seems like it has
to be someone he knows.

Why admit a stranger, or
turn his back on a stranger?

The alternative is that someone

with keys to the lab
let themselves in,

crept upstairs,
and surprised him.

Or someone didn't
even leave work,

just lay in wait, knowing there'd
be a m*rder weapon to hand.

If it was someone without keys,

they must have used Lorrimer's
set to lock up after themselves,

then found a way to replace them on
the body before DI Doyle arrived.

And they'd have
to set the alarm.

It all points to someone
connected to the lab.

Angela Foley?

DS Miskin. This is Chief
Inspector Dalgliesh.

SIGHS I've been waiting hours.

I phoned the priest from the
church he went to, apparently,

and he said he'll be
over soon, so can I go?

We're sorry for your loss. We
need to ask you some questions.

This is Stella Mawson.

Hi. The devil makes
work, and all that.

I'd rather she stayed with
me, if that's allowed.

At this stage, yes. What other
stages do you anticipate?

I understand you work
at Hoggatt's Laboratory.

I'm Mr Howarth's PA.

What time did you arrive
at work this morning?

8:40, as usual.

Mr Howarth tells me that
you know the combination

for the key safe in the
office. It's my job to know.

We checked it this morning

to make sure the keys
were still there.

What time was that? About
ten minutes after I arrived.

You must see quite a lot
of your cousin at work.

He was around, but we had
nothing to do with each other.

And I've got nothing to do with
the old man upstairs either.

He was my grandma's
brother, that's it.

I told DI Doyle this. I
didn't grow up in the family.

I grew up in local authority care.
I've never considered him as family.

When was the last time you
saw or spoke to Dr Lorrimer?

Yesterday. It was six o'clock.

I went up to the lab to tell him

Mr Howarth was
leaving for the night.

Did he say anything? No.

I've only ever had one
proper conversation with him.

Years ago, when my grandma died,
she left all her money to him,

but she said he should
leave it to me one day,

unless he'd had children.

Sons. Only the sons count.

So, I came here to ask
him if he'd consider

giving me a share of
the money straight away,

and he said no.

So, now that Dr
Lorrimer is dead,

it's your understanding
that you inherit.

How much?

A-About £30,000.

You'll have to
ask the solicitor.

Probably more now.

I doubt crusty old
Edmund's been living it up.

We know what you're thinking.

I doubt that, Miss Mawson.

We were together all
evening and all night, so...

MAN IN BACKGROUND: Is that them?

Is that correct, Miss Foley?

Yes.

Incredibly disciplined.

But where's his heart?

Edmund was quite a
scholar, wasn't he?

You must be very proud of him.

Oh, he is a scholar, sir.

Not many know that.

Did he have any good friends?

A girlfriend, perhaps?

Oh, not here, no.

There were that woman,
of course, ever a rum do.

Which woman was that?

Oh, I don't know. On the
telephone a few weeks back.

Edmund were in the bath,
so I picked the thing up.

She started off straight away,

whispering that
something was going on.

The... the can had been burned
and she had the numbers.

And then these numbers, well, how
am I supposed to remember them?

Do you mean something like a...
a telephone number, or a date?

Oh, five or six numbers.

I remember the last two.

18 and 40.

First houses I lived in.

Can you remember what
her voice sounded like?

Did she have an accent?
Was she young or old?

She sounded excited,
I would say.

No.

Conspiratorial. She
sounded conspiratorial.

Did she talk to
Edmund about the call?

I did. He...

he said nothing.

He were always
secretive, even as a lad.

Did he ever have a place
that he liked to hide things,

inside the house or outside?

Things that he wished
to keep private?

This was my grandfather's desk.

He showed Edmund once.

I remember.

He was in love...

..with Domenica Howarth.

DOORBELL RINGS

Dalgliesh.

Is your sister in?

Why?

If this is about the thing
she had with Lorrimer,

then I promise you that...

I asked you if you
knew of anything

which had been
troubling him recently.

Well, I didn't think
it was relevant.

WOMAN: It's fine.

Let's get this over with.

Oh, Lord. Are those the drafts?

God, I always suspected
he'd been practising.

The ones he did send
went in the bin.

Sorry you've had to read
those, his whinings.

More of a cri de coeur,
wouldn't you say?

How did you first meet?
We met in church, weirdly.

I'm a thoroughly
lapsed Catholic,

but I was in what passes
for a town around here,

I saw Saint Benedict's, and
he happened to be in there.

We made the connection
about Max and the lab.

I made the mistake of imagining
there was something interesting

beneath that repressed exterior.

There was a clumsy, desperate
sort of need, I suppose,

but essentially, he was boring,

so after a few
weeks, I finished it.

Where would you meet?

Is that relevant?

We both have cars.

His is particularly roomy.

God knows there are plenty of
secluded spots around here.

Did anyone else know
about the affair?

No. I'm certain of that.

And it wasn't an affair.

I had told my
brother, of course.

I didn't want Lorrimer thinking
he could wield power over him.

Max wasn't thrilled, but he
knew it wouldn't last long.

Max was right about
you. You are unexpected.

Not at all like
the local coppers.

Nor are you, come to that.

Did you ever telephone Dr
Lorrimer to make an arrangement?

No. I don't even
know his number.

We'd arranged our next meeting
when we saw each other.

Do the numbers 18 or 40 have
any significance for you,

particularly in relation
to him? No. None.

Have any reason to go
near the lab last night?

No. Where were you last night?

Listening to Max
fiddling at his concert.

We left around 9:00, 9:15.

Came home and went to bed.

I had a headache.

These are passionate,
vehement letters.

His feelings for
you were profound.

It's clear he'd never
felt such emotion before

and was desperate for the
relationship to continue.

Did he try to see you or
harass you in any way?

No.

You're judging me.

I don't judge people.

Do you want me to
say ten Hail Marys?

COUNTRY MUSIC
PLAYS IN BACKGROUND

The results of the
background checks,

nothing on anyone
who works at the lab,

nothing on Stella Mawson.

I've asked them
to check Domenica.

Did you believe her, that
she never phoned him?

I think so.

But we can't rule her out
as our mystery caller.

Priorities for tomorrow -

we set up a search of
all the lab's case files,

any case Lorrimer worked on,

which includes the
numbers 18 and 40.

Anything involving
cans or canisters.

Cannabis? Yes.

I'll see the solicitor,

keep Mercer on the tyres,
and we start checking alibis.

STELLA: 'What was it
like growing up in care?'

We've never really
talked about it.

ANGELA: There's not much
to say. It's lonely.

I resented other children
cos they had mothers

I've never grown out of that...

SIGHS ..which is pathetic.

I even resent
Brenda on reception

cos she's so obviously loved
and she's got a proper home.

So have you now.

And soon, no-one will be able
to take that away from us.

MUSIC AND CHATTER
IN BACKGROUND

Another one, sir.

Not for me, thanks.

GIRL: Come on,
throw it. That's it.

My dad's not in.

That's all right. My name's
Dalgliesh. I'm a police officer.

It's your housekeeper Miss
Willard I've come to...

You shouldn't talk to her.

She lies about everything and
she steals Daddy's alcohol.

Police have come for you.

Stealing sherry.

Yes, Dr Rollinson was here
all evening on Tuesday.

He arrived home at around 7:15.

And he didn't go out
again? Even briefly?

Oh, no. No, no, no. No.

He would have told me,
because of the children.

That's my primary role - watching
them when he's called away.

William's a little angel.

Nell... Well, you saw.

School holidays are
a trial, frankly,

but then, they're
missing their mother,

so one has to show
understanding. CHUCKLES

What happened to their mother?

Well, I'm afraid she ran off

with one of Dr Rollinson's
colleagues from the hospital.

He was devastated.

But then, to my mind,
a woman like that,

she wasn't worthy of him.

There's a divorce under way, I
believe. It's tragic, really.

Shameful.

Father Gregory at
Saint Benedict's

mentioned that Dr Lorrimer
sometimes drove you to Sunday Mass.

Yes, sometimes.

The bus service is so poor.

He'd pick me up if I was waiting
at the end of the lane, you know,

not that he was happy about it.

Ha! It was very much
Father Gregory's prompting.

I was once five minutes
late and he'd gone.

Did you ever telephone him
to make the arrangement?

No, no, no. Nothing
so organised.

I oughtn't to say this,

and of course I'm horrified by
what's happened to him, but...

CAR APPROACHES OUTSIDE

..he was a very off-putting man.

He barely spoke a word to me.

Daddy! Daddy!

Hello! Hello, you
two. Are you OK?

INDISTINCT CHATTER OUTSIDE

There you go. Nice to see you.

Ah, Chief Inspector.

Got everything you needed?

Yes, thank you. Daddy...

Had the PM results yet?

Tomorrow.

Come away. OK, OK. Sorry.

Sorry.

William.

Husband's clobber, the clunch
pit. BRENDA: Right, OK.

What's going on?

Oh, they've started looking
through loads of old case files.

I'm supposed to be
putting all these away,

but I end up reading them.

They're great. They're like all
the mysteries you see on TV.

You're in this one.
Do you remember it?

Not really. Starring role, eh?

Yes. HE CHUCKLES

INDISTINCT CHATTER

DS MISKIN: Is the lead officer
on that case available, or...?

INDISTINCT CHATTER,
PHONE RINGS

Fine. OK.

I've just been with Major
Hunt, Dr Lorrimer's solicitor.

I'm afraid I have to tell you

that your cousin didn't leave
you any money in his will.

He left everything to his father
with the exception of £5,000,

which he left to someone else.

That can't be right. Uh...

That isn't right.

He changed his will
only last week.

Why?

The solicitor wasn't certain,

but he said Dr Lorrimer
seemed to disapprove

of Miss Foley's
friendship with you.

ANGELA SIGHS

Who else?

You said he left money
to someone else. Who?

Brenda Pridmore.

SHE SCOFFS

Is...?

SHE GROANS

Brenda Pridmore? The girl
who works on reception?

SHE SCOFFS How
f*cking predictable!

He said the money is
for her education.

Interesting euphemism.

You can only have known
her, what, five minutes?

Did either of you speak to
Edmund Lorrimer about the money

or the will at any time
over the last few months?

No.

If it's true that he took
against your relationship,

I'm wondering when he had
the opportunity to do so.

Can you leave now, please?

I saw the sign outside.

Do you own this
place or rent it?

Rent.

So, are you going
to put in an offer?

Right.

We did.

It was rejected. Don't start.

We can't afford this
place. We can't.

That's fine.

We'll find somewhere else. No.

You seem very settled here.

The solicitor tells
me you're a novelist.

And as a writer,

I should've thought the last thing
you'd want is to have to move.

What would you know about that?

You think, what, we found out
there was a new will in the offing

and tried to k*ll him
before he made it,

but then, oh, dear, too late?

Will you go now, please?

Perhaps it's Brenda Pridmore
you should be speaking to.

ANGELA SOBS

DS MISKIN: But it
doesn't rule them out.

They might still have
another possible motive.

Yes.

Tough on Angela, though.

Her family's last chance
to do something for her.

I know what it's like

when you realise no-one's
there to give you a break.

I can't believe
Brenda is involved.

I spoke with her mother earlier
and she confirmed her alibi.

She was with her
parents at the farm.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

DETECTIVE: Sir, you've just
had a call from the yard.

Results of those tests
on the vomit are in.

Tuesday morning, Lorrimer,

he told me he'd just
completed my annual report

and he was going to hand it
in to Mr Howarth the next day.

He told me it was bad,

that he'd questioned my
competence about everything.

I tried telling him that I
only made a mess of things

when he was watching.

He made me so nervous.

A report like that means
they could get rid of me,

and no other lab
would look at me.

I told my wife.

She said I should try again
with him, confront him.

I knew he was working late,

so after I dropped my mum-in-law
at the bus stop, I came back here.

What time was that exactly?

A few minutes
after nine o'clock.

Mr Bradley, I'm going
to ask you again.

Are you sure you don't
want to call a lawyer?

HE SLURPS WATER

I rang the bell
and he let me in.

We came up here.

I tried to plead with him...
but he was in a foul mood.

He wouldn't even look at me.

And then he just suddenly
started shouting,

telling me I was a
useless biologist.

A hindrance.

I was in the wrong job.

I felt...

Oh, I couldn't stand it.

Jesus.

I ran to the
toilets. I was sick.

MAN: 'A Semperit, yes. I
fitted the tyre myself.'

Are you sure? Mmm.

Positive? Yeah.

Have you got a phone?

There.

How long did you
stay in the toilets?

About ten minutes, I think.

I started to feel... angry.

It was all so bloody wrong.

And I decided I was
going to tell him.

So, I splash some
water on my face,

came back here,
but... he was dead.

And I... I panicked.

I thought someone was going
to come at me, so I ran.

I'm sorry.

I just ran out of the building.

And there was this car
with its headlights on

right there, right on me.

It's registered to your
missus. No, no, no.

I've got to phone it
in because... Listen.

Because I'm not the only
one who bloody knows,

and I'm not getting
dragged into this.

They're onto you, so this
is your heads-up, right?

I'll wait half an
hour, and that's it.

SHE SIGHS

I suppose we should eat
something. Where are you going?

It's going to be
all right. What...?

This is our home.

Knowledge is power.

What do you mean?
Where are you going?

Don't worry. And
don't follow me.

Love you.

Uh, Stella...

'The car, could you
tell what make it was?'

Could you tell who was
driving? It was too bright.

I ran for the trees,

worked my way along the
wall and out of the gates.

I swear, I'm telling the
truth. I didn't k*ll him.

Are you sure?

BRENDA: Goodnight, Mr Howarth.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

SHE SIGHS

DI Doyle, where is he? MAN:
I don't think he's in, sir.

Sorry, sir. No-one seems
to know where he is.

CLATTERING, SHE GASPS

CLATTERING CONTINUES

SHE BREATHES UNEVENLY

CREAKING

Hello?

METALLIC CLANGING IN DISTANCE

CLATTERING

SHE GASPS

SHE BREATHES RAPIDLY

Ah!

Ah! Ah! PANTS

Help!

Help! Please! Help me...

CREAKING, SHE GASPS

Ah! WHIMPERS