REPORTER: Police have today found the remains in Whitney Marsh.

JESSICA: This is relatively recent.

More or less the last 13 years.

(voice trembling): How could someone do that to another human being?

MELINDA: You think you have everything mapped out.

Then out of nowhere, this thing happens and it shifts everything.

SUNNY: This could be a potential cause of death.

Don't say a single word.

SUNNY: We have a match.

(computer beeps) (exhales): We're good.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder cracks) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Evening.

Hey.

Can I get you a drink or are you waiting for someone?

No, it's, uh, just me.

Awesome.

Um, do you do the Malbec in a half-bottle?

We don't, I'm afraid, but we do have the, uh... (phone vibrating and chiming) Uh, sorry.

I need to get this.

No worries.

Give me a shout when you're ready.

Will do.

Fran.

Sorry to disturb you, boss.

No, no, it's fine, I was just, uh, chillin'.

FRAN: Um, so Emfleet Nick just called.

They've got suspected human remains found in Whitney Marsh.

Okay.

FRAN: Dr. Balcombe's on her way.

Um, I can cover for tonight, but... No, no need-- I hadn't got home yet, anyway.

Uh, text me the address, okay?

Everything okay?

Awesome.

♪ ♪ (calling): Hey, guys!

KIDS (in distance): Hi, Mum!

(talking faintly) Did you have a good day?

(kids respond) (dishes clanking in background) STEVE: Hey.

Good timing.

♪ ♪ (inhales) JESSICA: Hey.

STEVE: How you doing?

That's for you.

Wow!

To what do I owe this?

Nothing.

I just thought you'd like it.

(phone vibrating) (clears throat, exhales) Hey, Sunny.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, just, um, just let me grab a pen.

(mouths) No, you're fine, you're fine-- fire away.

Yeah?

♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (brakes squeak) (parking brake engages, engine stops) ♪ ♪ Thank you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ SUNNY: And it's adult?

LEANNE: Yeah.

SUNNY: Can we tell yet if it's male or female?

No.

So is there anything here to suggest this isn't some drunk from 100 years ago that fell in and drowned before all this was drained?

Could be that, yep.

A few things to note, though.

That's a Harrington rod.

It's used to treat scoliosis.

We didn't really get them in the U.K. till the early '70s, and they were still in common usage till about 20 years ago.

So this is relatively recent.

Within the last 50 years or so.

Right.

But perhaps more significantly-- and I've only given it a very cursory wash-- that's the top of the spine.

What do you see if I go in close?

Are they cut marks?

LEANNE: Yeah, and I'd like to look at them under a microscope, but yeah, even to the naked eye, they look like cut or saw marks to me.

So my guess is, this isn't someone who fell in and then whose body decomposed, broke up, and was dispersed over a few decades.

(inhales) My guess is, this body was put in there already dismembered.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is, all we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ All we do is, all we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ I've been upside down ♪ ♪ I don't want to be the right way round ♪ ♪ Can't find paradise on the ground ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) SUNNY: What are you thinking?

(inhales) I'm thinking, "Why did my husband cook me sea bass?"

He's never cooked me sea bass in his life.

I mean, he's never really cooked me anything, to be honest.

Do you like sea bass?

I do.

You could start there.

(laughs): I could, couldn't I?

But all okay?

Yeah, good.

(inhales): So... You dismember someone, you don't do it out here, you don't do it in the open, obviously, so you take the parts here already separated.

Which means almost certainly in a vehicle.

Yeah.

And you want to spread it as far as you dare.

A pile of body parts in one place slightly negates the point.

Although body parts are way heavier than you'd think, so you don't want to carry them any further than you absolutely have to.

Well, the car park's there.

So 200 yards that way, 200 yards that?

Yeah-- and then... Realistically, how far could someone, anyone, even a strong bloke, throw bits of a body?

Depends on how small the parts are, I guess.

Dismembering a body's hard work.

You don't want to do any more cutting than you absolutely have to.

Okay, so let's say they did your basic dismemberment.

Head, arms, legs, torso.

Knees and toes, knees and toes?

(chuckles): So the arm's going to be the lightest.

How far can you lob an arm?

This is what I entered policing for.

Or they could have climbed in-- walked it right in?

Ah, no one's climbing in.

They're already scared of being discovered.

No, they just want to do everything as quickly as possible and get the hell out of here.

They don't want to be wading through that mud, possibly getting stuck.

They're lobbing it all in from this footpath.

Okay, so, realistically, how far could you chuck an arm?

20 feet?

30?

Maximum.

Okay, well, let's search 200 yards either side of here, and then 40 feet out, just to be on the safe side.

And depending on what we find, we can think again in a couple of days.

Cool.

I'll link in with POLSA.

That it, then?

Sorry-- yeah, let's head.

SUNNY: So how'd he do it?

The killer?

Steve.

The sea bass.

Oh, right.

No idea-- I'll let you know tomorrow.

To be fair, though... (sighs) ...he probably did murder it.

(chuckles) (door closes, dog barking in distance) (phone and keys drop on counter) (sighs) (sighs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ GABRIEL (over phone): Okay, I'm not quite sure which part of this you're not getting, but let me explain it to you one more time, Melinda.

No one gives a toss how old she was then.

They're looking at her now.

MELINDA: I'm just saying that she was a minor-- she was basically groomed, and if you take... GABRIEL: And within weeks, she was watching her new husband decapitate British citizens, which didn't bother her one tiny little bit.

So... We good?

We're good.

GABRIEL: All right.

Talk tomorrow, babe.

(bell rings) PRODUCER: Okay, studio, that's five seconds to live, please.

Three, two... ♪ ♪ (humming softly) ♪ ♪ (car horns honking) ♪ ♪ MAN (on speaker): Which two houses fought the Wars of the Roses?

Lancaster and York, sir.

MAN: The houses of Lancaster and York fought the Wars of the Roses.

Question five: how often are general elections held in the U.K.?

Every five years, unfortunately.

MAN: Elections are held every five years.

(turn signal clicking) (bell ringing in distance) BUXTON (over phone): Why does it matter what sort...

I'm just asking if she started it.

Because if she was merely defending herself, then... BUXTON: Right, well, no, sorry, we have a number of independent witnesses who said that Taylor made a completely unprovoked attack on another pupil, and given... How do you know it was without provocation?

How do... BUXTON: And given that this is the third such incident, we do now have to suspend her for five days.

My God, you'd better be so sure of your ground.

Mrs. Cooper... She's a vulnerable child-- you know her history.

And we are fully committed to supporting her.

JULIET: 30 grand a year.

BUXTON: But right now... And you can't cope with a kid getting into a scrap.

BUXTON: ...she needs to know that this is unacceptable behavior.

I have lectures until 12:00, so the earliest I can get there is 2:00.

That's absolutely fine.

We'll have all her stuff... (phone button clicks) (door closes in distance) ♪ ♪ (clears throat, sniffs) Sorry, Dad.

And happy birthday.

(bag zipping) (sniffs) ♪ ♪ (brakes squeak) (engine stops) (Patrick panting, murmuring) (door opens) Hey, guys.

(Patrick panting) (door closes) (exclaims weakly) Hey, baby.

Hey, sweetie.

You want to take a break?

No, no.

(chuckles) No, no, I want to see, I want to see if I can get to the end.

(grunting, panting) Okay, chair, chair, chair!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(breathing heavily) (grunts, groans) (panting) (panting): Hey!

Oh, baby.

(chuckles) (both moaning) You are doing great-- I'm so proud of you.

Yeah?

(both laugh) Yeah.

(panting) (Patrick sighs) (ship horn blows) (horn blows) ♪ ♪ HASSAN (speaking Dari): ABDUL: HASSAN: ABDUL: HASSAN: ABDUL: (both laugh) HASSAN: ABDUL: ♪ ♪ (gulls squawking) Is it a dog or a bitch?

(taps arm) Is it a dog or a bitch?

Uh, uh, it's a boy.

What's his name?

It's Barney.

Can I take a photo of him?

I'm sorry?

I take photos of dogs.

Right, I, I'd rather not, if you don't mind.

I got 476.

28 different breeds-- my favorite is a Golden Lab, my least favorite is German Shepherd, my rarest is a Bichon Frisé.

I only got two Bichons Frisés.

♪ ♪ SUNNY: So that's all my news, um... Not exactly scintillating, I know, but, uh...

Anyway, I'm at a bit of a loose end this weekend, and, uh, wondered if you wanted to come and see the ABBA thing with me.

My shout, obviously.

(Gemma speaking on phone) Well, that sounds fun.

GEMMA: I could cancel it.

No, no, no, don't cancel your mum.

Um, listen, have a look in your diary, see if you've got a free weekend coming up in the next month or so-- I'm pretty flexible.

Be lovely to see you and Aisha before the end of term.

Do you know, it's-- no, no, you get away, okay.

GEMMA: Love you.

Lots of love, Gem.

GEMMA: Bye.

(call ends) Bye.

♪ ♪ (phone ringing) (sighs) (phone button clicks, ringing stops) Hi, Mum.

DOT (over phone): The clinic just rang.

You're meant to be there, Martin!

Oh!

DOT: I reminded you so many times!

No, Mum, I, I forgot.

Just get there now!

Oh!

Blimey!

♪ ♪ (brakes squeak) (brakes squeak and hiss) ♪ ♪ (pounds) (cutters clatter on pavement) (bangs on door) ♪ ♪ MAN: Come on.

Come on, okay, the meeting point's that way.

HASSAN (speaking Dari): MAN: Go on!

Go on, go!

Okay!

(door closes, latches) ABDUL: (text translation): HASSAN: ABDUL: (car door closes, engine starts) (both laughing) HASSAN: ♪ ♪ (brakes squeak, van door closes) ♪ ♪ ASIF: (engine starts) (car doors close) SUNNY: Thank you, thank you very much.

(knocks softly) Hey.

Hey.

Um, so the marsh was actually drained once before, in 2009.

Okay.

Same development as this one, but the contractor went bankrupt after the crash.

How long did it remain drained?

Uh, nearly two years before it was flooded again in 2011.

Okay.

So, it's not impossible that bits of a dismembered body could lie out in the open without being seen.

But it seems unlikely.

Doesn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Well, that narrows down our window to more or less the last 13 years.

Hm.

The car park also has CCTV, so as and when, we might want to dig into that a bit.

Definitely, yeah.

Thanks, Sunny.

Oh, so, uh, how was the fish?

Oh!

Uh, yeah, lovely, yeah.

Um, pan-fried, few capers.

Delicious.

Speak later?

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (sighs) ♪ ♪ (door closes in distance) (sniffs) (Merrick speaking softly) Oh, Jules.

Hiya.

Have you got a second?

I actually haven't, Paul-- Taylor's not well.

I've got to drive up and grab her from school.

Very quickly, then.

Uh, bit of an issue with the union and one of your students.

What issue?

All perfectly dealable with, I'm sure... What issue?

Probably best to do it in my office, in private.

Can you maybe drop in end of play today?

Can it not wait until tomorrow?

No, I'd prefer to nip it in the bud, if possible.

Bit complicated.

(breath trembles) Fine-- 5:00?

5:00's perfect-- see you then.

(Marty panting) I'm sorry, Claire!

It's okay, Marty.

Mum's really cross with me.

Not to worry.

It's not my fault!

These things happen.

I, I just forgot.

Absolutely.

And we can just book you another appointment.

Can't I see Dr. Renfield now?

I'm afraid he's in with another patient...

Please, Claire.

Just had a cancellation, and I can fit you in the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow?

10:30-- how's that sound?

That sounds good, Claire.

It's not too long, is it?

No, it's not too long.

So, I'll send you an email with all the details.

(sighs): Thank you, Claire.

(sniffs): Tatty-bye.

Okay, say hello to your mum for me!

Hope she's feeling better!

OFFICER: Here.

OFFICER 2: Nothing here.

(officer 1 murmurs) Hold up.

OFFICER 3: Got something here!

OFFICER 2: Got it?

Yeah.

One, two, three...

OFFICER 4: One, two, three...

OFFICER 3: Can we call DS Khan, please?

♪ ♪ (people talking, whistles blowing in background) (girls talking and laughing in background) (keys jangling, car alarm chirps) (car door closes) (seat belt clicks) Well, it must have been about something.

So, you now just attack random girls for literally no reason at all.

She made a joke about you and Dad.

What did she say?

That after seeing you at parents' evening, she wasn't surprised he topped himself.

So why didn't you tell Ms. Buxton that?

Wouldn't have made a difference.

(inhales) Okay, so, I know it annoys you, but I am going to suggest it again.

I'm not talking to a therapist.

Please?

Taylor, I really think it could help.

What, like it did last time?

You did four sessions, sweetheart.

'Cause she was rubbish.

These things often take months.

Maybe even years.

No.

What we went through was a pretty seismic event.

You do it, then.

I'm very happy to do it.

Oh, really?

Yeah, we could go together.

Family therapy's a thing.

Right, and you'd tell them the truth, would you?

What does that mean?

Just think about it, sweetheart, please.

♪ ♪ (seat belt clicks) (birds chirping, car doors close) MELINDA: It'll make no difference to me either way.

Sweetheart, read my lips.

I am walking into that church... Mm-hmm.

...unaided.

And if anyone can do that, I know it's you.

All I am saying is that I would rather have you there in a wheelchair than dead from a heart attack from pushing yourself too hard.

(whispers): I'm getting stronger every day.

I am.

So get ready.

Fine.

Mm?

Yeah.

Gotta work.

Give 'em hell.

All day, every day.

All day, every day.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

(growls playfully, smacks) Whoo!

(laughing) Love you.

I love you.

See you tomorrow.

JESSICA: How far in?

About ten, 15 feet from the path, maybe 100 yards from the car park to the left.

(exhales): We're good.

LEANNE: So, as you can see, it's relatively well-preserved.

Basically, it was wrapped in four layers of bin liner.

And where are they?

On the way to the lab.

Thank you.

Which means that pretty much nothing has got in to assist decomposition.

The marsh water and mud have also kept the temperature relatively low, so pretty much all the skin and muscle tissue is decently preserved, alongside some saponification here.

Can we tell what sex yet?

The hair and muscle mass both suggest male.

And, and even to a layman, it looks like the top of the femur has, has been also cut?

Yeah, there's no femoral head or ball, and the edges of the femur itself are rough and flaked, consistent with being sawed.

And this is postmortem, right?

This, this isn't what killed him.

No, there's no arterial gaping, no evidence of trauma response.

So, with what we have, is there anything that might tell us how he died?

I've got a leg and a spine.

And?

♪ ♪ ASIF (speaking Dari): HASSAN: ASIF: (chuckles) HASSAN: ASIF: HASSAN: ASIF: HASSAN: ♪ ♪ ASIF: HASSAN: ASIF: Easy-peasy.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (exhales) We only speak English now.

No more Dari until you have a job, your flat, your papers.

You're English now, Hass, okay?

Okay.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ So, a student called Liz Jones has made a complaint.

Okay.

You know her?

She's in her last year.

Okay, so, apparently, three days ago, she came to you and said that she felt that the reading list for the "The Death of The Empire" module was too white.

The authors, I mean.

She did.

Right, and, um, did you offer an opinion on this?

Not really.

I didn't want to get too drawn, for obvious reasons.

How do you mean, "for obvious reasons"?

(laughing): Come on.

What?

Because we're all completely terrified of getting something wrong.

That is not my experience, and I don't see... All right, whatever, doesn't matter.

(sighs): I just listened.

Anyhow, I said I'd review the reading list for next term, and in the meantime, gave her a couple of interesting books from my own collection written by writers of color.

Okay.

Uh...

So can I just clarify, then, the books you offered, these are your suggestions?

Yep.

She never asked if you had these particular books.

She never mentioned any specific books by name.

The two books you gave her were entirely your idea.

Yes.

Okay.

And can you tell me what the two books were, please?

Uh, "Imperial Measures" by Linford Kobi Mackenzie... Yep, and the other one?

Okay.

I think I know what the problem is.

♪ ♪ (gulls calling) (dog barking in distance) (lock turning) DOT: Marty?

(music blaring on headphones, Marty humming) (door closes) (continues humming, music blaring) Martin!

Ah!

Hi, Mum!

Where have you been?

Went out for a nice walk, thank you very much.

Yeah, I haven't eaten since last night, Martin.

Could you make me a sandwich?

Yeah, I'll make you a nice tasty sandwich.

(humming) (coughing) (humming) Here you go, Mum.

So, he was below average height.

Thigh bone measurements suggest approximately 5'8".

JESSICA: And age?

Bone density suggests somewhere between 40 and 60.

Okay.

Neither of which is why I brought you here.

So... (exhales) We got lucky.

A combination of mummification and adipocere have preserved the gross shape of the leg pretty well, and against the odds, as I was examining the leg, I found this.

(mouse clicks) Which is a puncture wound in the upper thigh.

(mouse clicks) When I pulled back the muscle and skin tissue... (mouse clicks) ...I found it was about an inch and a half deep and had cut through a section of the adductor longus, but more pertinently for us, had also cut through the superficial femoral artery.

Is this a post- or antemortem injury?

So, this artery does show signs of swelling and gaping, meaning it's responded to the inflicted injury, which couldn't have happened if the victim was already dead.

And the femoral artery, that's a bad one to cut through, right?

It's a very bad one to cut through.

So?

The artery's completely bisected.

Someone with this injury would have suffered catastrophic blood loss.

How catastrophic?

They would have been unconscious within a minute or two, and as a result of that, they'd have suffered a cardiac arrest a few minutes later.

So, this could be a potential cause of death.

Oh, this is a very likely cause of death.

♪ ♪ JULIET: The writer was a Black woman.

That doesn't... She was a leading light in the British civil rights movement... Jules... ...and she deliberately chose a provocative title.

She deliberately used the word "c..." Don't, don't say it.

(exhales): She deliberately used that word to shock, and because she felt it distilled her experience growing up in a postcolonial Britain.

Yeah, and that's all fine.

No one has a problem with that.

The issue is, you should have warned her, the student.

(scoffs): I should have warned her?

Yeah, she said she was very traumatized to be suddenly confronted by that word without any preparation.

Unless I'm missing something, Liz Jones is white.

Well, I'm, I'm not sure why that's relevant.

I'm not sure why it isn't.

(sighs heavily) (sighs) What does she want to happen?

Okay, well... (exhales) Firstly, she wants an apology.

And the union?

(clicks tongue) They'd like you to, um, attend a microaggression course.

(smacks lips) Well, I can certainly apologize to Liz for any upset unintentionally caused.

Fantastic, thank you.

And the union?

So...

I'm not sure if this is a microaggression or a macro one, but the union can shove it.

♪ ♪ (gulls cawing) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (dog barking in distance) ♪ ♪ (sniffles, page turns) When did he call you?

At about 5:00.

A client apparently asked to move a dinner to tonight.

Didn't tell me anything.

Mm.

(fridge door closes) Huh.

You're welcome, though.

Gosh, sorry, Mum-- thank you, you're a star.

Have you had time to think about next week?

Your sister's birthday.

What am I supposed to do?

I mean, is Steve invited, as well?

Maybe they could nip out for a quick emotional connection after she's blown out the candles.

(wine pouring) So that's it, is it?

No more family gatherings for us all, ever.

That's over, is it?

I'm not saying that.

(sighs) Come on, it's been six months now, Jessie.

I mean, what's the alternative?

Maybe just have a think about it.

Please.

Yeah.

Night, love.

Night, Mum-- thank you.

(house door opens) (sighs) (door closes) (gulls calling, car horns honking) ♪ ♪ (keys rattling) (lock turning) REPORTER (on monitor): Pressure mounted on the prime minister today, as illegal immigrant numbers continue to rise and a member of the Tory Economic Fellowship... (breathes deeply) ...called for his resignation.

Ex-Tory whip David Mallory accused the PM of being a traitor to his country, and urged him to turn his back on a policy he said was claiming lives.

Sir David recently completed 50 hours community service after being found guilty of posting racially inflammatory statements on a social media site.

(news theme playing) (clears throat) (traffic passing) GEOFF: Good evening, I'm Geoff Parker.

And I'm Vita Montgomery.

And you're watching "Britannia News."

And it's just coming up to 7:00, which means it's time once again for the very fabulous Melinda Ricci.

Loving that dress, Mel.

Aww, thank you, Vita.

(chuckles) GEOFF: See, you can say that-- I couldn't say that.

(chuckles) Oh, she can say it and you can say it, Geoff.

In fact, we're going to be discussing compliments and flirting on "Going for Woke" this week.

Sounds good.

But right now, this is BNC.

It's 7:00-- it's time for "Mel's Minute."

(news theme playing) European courts will decide this week the fate of ISIS bride Areesha Arshad, currently legally stateless and residing in the notoriously violent Al-Kalazar refugee camp in Northern Turkey after losing her U.K. citizenship.

Areesha left her hometown of Bolton in 2015 to fly to Syria, where she married an ISIS fighter, bore him two little ISIS kiddies, and shouted, "Allahu Akbar," as he later decapitated U.K. aid worker Mike Phelps, an event she later said "didn't really bother me."

Leftie lawyers are now arguing that she was a minor when she left, and that we should fly her back here and stick her in a high-security facility at a cost of 100K a year.

So, if you're listening, Areesha, this is what I have to say to you.

Jog on.

Never mind 100,000 quid, I wouldn't spend a single penny on you.

Sorry, flower, but if you were old enough to fly across the world independently, if you were old enough to have sex, if you were old enough to laugh off unimaginable violence, then you're old enough to carry on camping.

So, that's it from me-- until next time, it's good luck, good night, and God bless.

(Vita laughing) GEOFF (sighs): She's taking no prisoners.

VITA (on monitor): Oh, she's a pussycat, really.

Just don't get on the wrong side of her, or you'll see those claws.

And more from Mel tomorrow... (beeps) (sighs, exhales) ...as we get a "Minute" on the latest accessory stateside: trans pets-- yes, you heard it right.

VITA (laughing): Meanwhile, in London today, the director of public prosecution came under fire following the acquittal of a senior Met police officer on rape charges.

The victim, who cannot be named, accused the justice system... (breathes deeply) JULIET (calling): And there's ham and cheese in the fridge and a fresh loaf in the cupboard, okay?

(keys jangling) (phone audio playing) Taylor?

Yeah, fine.

(phone audio continues) If I have time, I'll come back for lunch.

WOMAN (on phone): Yeah, so we're going to fold it over twice, and then fold it again... Bye, then.

Maybe... Maybe I will try it again.

Therapy.

If we do do it together.

(sighs) Well, that's brilliant.

Thank you.

I'll do some research and see who might be right for us.

I love you.

(footsteps retreating) (sniffs) (door opens and closes) JESSICA: And nothing else?

Sorry.

And they've searched the whole area now?

Yeah, finished about an hour ago.

The sample is going to the DNA database.

Okay.

That's probably our best shot for now.

I reckon, 'cause if you ended up cut up into small pieces, you were probably hanging around with some very unpleasant people.

(chuckles): Yeah, and might have done some fairly unpleasant things yourself.

(inhales): Um...

Okay, uh, keep me posted and stand the search down for now-- thanks.

Yeah.

♪ ♪ (drill whirs) (whirring) (drill stops) ♪ ♪ (whirring) And again, my brother, I'm sorry the room is not ready immediately, but as soon as Haji saheb leaves, inshallah, it's yours.

And, uh, where is he off to, then?

His brother's opened a restaurant in Manchester.

Ah.

Although, to be honest, my wife and I had had enough of him anyway.

(speaking Dari): (both chuckling) Asif said that you were a, a doctor in Kandahar?

15 years in cardiology.

(chuckles) I qualified last year.

Oh, mashallah!

Did you ever get to practice?

Not yet, sadly.

Oh, I'm sorry, my brother.

It is what it is.

And, uh, what do you do here, then?

Delivery driver.

(chuckles) (speaking Dari): Oh, beautiful.

Thank you.

MELINDA: When you say "never"...

I mean he will never regain meaningful function in his legs.

He may well make some further progress over the next few years, but because of the severity of his injuries, that progress will most likely be minimal, and will eventually plateau.

So, he will never walk unaided.

I think it's unlikely.

I think he'll almost certainly need a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Do you think he knows?

In his heart?

Do you think he actually has any inkling?

Well, that's kind of why I wanted to speak to you, because, no, I'm not sure that he does, and I think that you are gonna have to help him get to a place of understanding about what lies ahead.

♪ ♪ (dog barking, child calling in distance) HASSAN (speaking Dari): In English, please.

Make a proper, formal application for asylum.

I have a watertight case.

Given my story, I can prove that I will be killed if I went back.

How can they refuse me, Asif?

Because I don't want to end up like that, delivering pizzas.

I'm better than that.

You do what you have to, Hass.

And yes, of course, you're better than that.

But so was I, a man who risked his life for them.

And they still stuck me in a detention center, like I was a criminal.

(breathes deeply) But you do what you need to.

(footsteps retreating) (car horns honking) CRYOBABEE (on voice chat): What about the injections?

What about the great reset?

I mean, really, where you coming from, man?

MARTY: I never said they weren't doing stuff.

LOLCOWZ: I mean, Andreas Schwab said this would be the last full year of elections.

CRYOBABEE: Yeah, for sure, man.

I mean, my guess is, CBDC systems will be implemented by '25.

And then welcome to the New World Order, biatch!

Lanesse needs sorting, dude!

CRYOBABEE: And now you're talking, bruv.

(all laughing) Lolz.

♪ ♪ (siren wailing in distance) (door closes) ♪ ♪ (knocks softly) We have a match.

From the DNA in the leg and the spine.

(voiceover): So his name is Gerard Samuel Cooper, and he was reported missing on Wednesday the 24th of February 2021, when he was 58 years old.

It was his wife who informed the police about his disappearance, when he failed to return to the home he shared with her and their daughter.

An inquiry was instigated, but in the end, the police investigation concluded that although no body was ever found... (men fighting in video) ...Mr. Cooper had actually taken his own life by jumping into the Thames.

(fight continues, blade sings) Except the O.I.C.

on the case was actually jailed in 2022.

Okay, jailed for what?

Multiple corruption charges.

But here's the thing.

That officer was a guy I knew, a guy that I charged myself.

A guy called Ram Sidhu.

♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ His car was found parked near the Elizabeth Bridge two weeks after he was reported missing.

JULIET: I always knew he hadn't jumped.

(crying): I told them.

I told them so many times.

SUNNY: The original investigation.

D.I.

Khan.

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