Time of Death Doctors

-Get off me!

-Calm down, Bren!

Don't tell me what to do!

Get that cell door closed.

I'm going to sue you!

Just leave everything to me.

Everything is going to go according to plan.

What's the name of this master fence?

Ruhma Hanif?

-I think we may have to ask Dr Carter's friend...

-No!

-I only want...

-Shak!

Bren!

ALARM BELL RINGS

I'm arresting you on suspicion of receiving or handling stolen goods.

Are you insane?

We can't just give up on her.

-Rob.

-No.

-Rob!

-No!

I'm calling it.

EMMA SIGHS

Was there any sign that she was ill?

No.

She was asleep the last time I looked.

Are you all right?

I'm just trying to take it all in, really.

What happens now?

Lockdown. They'll seal off the custody area.

Move everyone to a different part of the station...

..and then they will investigate.

Right.

Cup of tea.

-I don't drink tea.

-OK.

-I'm just looking on the news

to see if there's anything about the protest.

They wouldn't bother with us.

We could set fire to their offices and it wouldn't even make page six.

Hope Mum's OK.

You don't think she should have gone, do you?

Well, I worry about her.

It must have been a shock, getting arrested.

It's fine, trust me.

She's spent a lot of time in police cells.

MUSIC: Dissolved Girl by Massive Attack

-What are you doing?

-Putting some music on.

Your mum and I used to listen to this.

Yeah, she used to play this to me.

I always thought it was a bit miserable, to be honest.

DOORBELL CHIMES

I'll get that.

I'm looking for Ayesha Lee.

Ayesha Lee?

Ugh! What do YOU want?

# Shame, such a shame

# I think I kind of lost myself again

# Day, yesterday

# Really should be leaving but I stay

# Say, say my name

# I need a little love to ease the pain

# I need a little love to ease the pain... #

MUSIC: Pachelbel's Canon in D major

Um...thank you all for waiting.

There is no news from Dr Carter,

but as the food has been paid for,

I think it would be appropriate to start the buffet.

So, if you would like to all form an orderly queue.

Well, I couldn't eat a thing.

I'm not surprised!

I can't believe you had a fight with a copper.

It wasn't really a fight, it was more of a scuffle.

He was very forceful.

So, do you still think that marriage is a good idea?

Oh, come on! That's hardly typical.

Not every wedding ends in disaster.

Jimmi! Why don't you come and join us?

Here you go.

It's only the machine stuff, I'm afraid.

I can't even offer you a biscuit, cos they're in my office.

Rob? Is there something you're not saying?

About what?

Bren. Did something happen?

No, I just put her in her cell.

But you checked on her regularly?

Yeah.

Yeah, I checked on her... I don't know how many times.

My memory's a bit hazy.

-Hazy?

-It's been a long day.

-Sergeant Hollins?

-Yeah.

I'm Clive Randall, the Post Incident Manager.

Could we have a chat, please?

I'll leave you to it.

So, can you identify this item?

It's a 19th-century carriage clock.

Have you seen this item before?

Yes, because I had one like this.

Um...

Actually, I think it's the same one!

-I took this picture.

-Did you indeed?

Yeah, and then I put the clock on an auction site. It's a hobby of mine.

You sold this clock?

Yes, yes, I did. Yes.

Though in order to sell something, you first need to own it.

Where did you get it?

So, the IPCC officer is here.

She's looking at the CCTV footage and the photos.

Is there anything you need to tell me before all that starts?

Like what?

I mean any pressures you may have been under,

any problems with your team or your resources?

We were two officers down.

The complaints officer,

Samira Kohli, would be keen to talk you in the next 24 hours.

Shall I make an appointment for tomorrow morning?

No. Let's do it now.

Are you quite sure? You wouldn't rather go home and recuperate?

Let's do it, while things are still fresh.

We've been here now for one hour and 15 minutes.

-Thank you to the speaking clock.

-I'm just saying!

Well, it's very annoying.

Can you two stop bickering?!

So we have to wait - so what?

Mum's the one who's been dragged into a cell.

-I do know that.

-Well, don't argue.

Sor-ree.

Sorry, Heston.

Ah! Finally!

Good evening, sir.

Can you tell me when I'm going to see my wife,

who you dragged away from her wedding

in front of her friends and family?

We are currently interviewing Ms Hanif

in connection with a serious criminal matter.

How serious? Overdue library book? Genocide?

I am not at liberty to reveal the details,

but Ms Hanif will be released in due course.

-Can you talk like a human being?

-Can you calm down please, sir?!

I will calm down when you tell me who your senior officer is,

so I can complain

about your overzealous and insensitive behaviour.

Constable?

-Ma'am?

-Word, please?

-Ma'am?

-Will you please tell me what's going on?

I'm currently interviewing a suspect

on a charge of handling stolen goods.

I thought you were in lockdown.

I have not yet terminated my current interview.

Is there a reason for that? Is someone's life at risk?

Not to my knowledge.

Well, then, PC Watson, I recommend you terminate the interview

and come and speak to me ASAP.

I'm investigating a death in custody. Someone you arrested.

I tend to think it trumps any other priorities you may have.

Do you want me to go in with you?

No.

If you're sure.

I feel so lucky to have known your mum.

She's one of those people with real fire in their belly.

Whatever mess life throws at you, you just keep on going...

..keep on fighting, keep strong.

So why is she lying dead on a slab?

Ayesha Lee?

Yeah?

I'm Gavin Dunn.

You're welcome to come and spend some time with your mother.

Though I am obliged to stay with you.

Please don't touch the body.

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Hi, Mum.

I was going to come and meet you at the station.

We were going to go out, to celebrate your freedom.

I know we had our bad times, but I never gave up on you...

..and we would have sorted things out.

I know we would.

-Ruhma!

-Mum!

-What was all that about?

-What did they ask you?

Let's save all that till we get home, shall we?

-And good luck with your new career.

-What?

As a traffic warden.

So when was Ms Lee brought into the station?

3pm.

What state was she in?

I would say she was extremely angry.

Angry?

Mm-hm. She was shouting abuse. She called PC Watson a liar.

She called us all fascists.

How did that make you feel?

All part of the job.

We treat people like human beings and they treat us like dirt.

So PC Sullivan and PC Thomas took Ms Lee to her cell.

How often did you check on her?

With agitated detainees,

I aim to check on them every 40 minutes or so.

That's not what I asked. How often DID you check?

Sergeant Hollins?

I don't know. Because I don't remember.

We're talking about events that happened a few hours ago.

Yes, but I don't remember how many times I checked on Ms Lee.

Would you like us to suspend the interview

-while you get your thoughts together?

-No.

I might not remember every detail, but there will be CCTV footage,

I did record things in the log,

and I did have other colleagues on the shift,

so you will be able to put together a full version of events.

I'm giving it five more minutes, then I'm faking a migraine.

What if they come back? Heston's one of our oldest friends.

Yes, and we are paying the baby-sitter by the hour.

PHONE BUZZES

-Emma?

-Oh, Zara.

I've been trying to get through to you for ages. It's chaos here.

-What's the matter?

-Ayesha's mum, Bren.

She's dead.

What?!

She was arrested this afternoon, and she died in custody.

How did she die?

Nobody knows yet. I shouldn't really be talking about it.

You do know that Ruhma has just been arrested at her own wedding?

Yes, I know. She's been sent home now.

It was just some jobsworth being an idiot.

Thank goodness.

Does Ayesha know about her mum?

Yes, the police have told her, apparently.

She's gone to the morgue.

I must try and see her.

Look, I have to go.

-Bye.

-Dr Reid?

Hi.

You do know you're not allowed to talk about this case?

Yes, I was just telling a friend that I'm going to be late.

How long have you known Sergeant Hollins?

Coming up five years.

And what's your opinion of him?

I think he is one of the most dedicated, professional,

and caring officers I've ever worked with.

Of course he is. And did you know Ms Lee?

Yes. She's the mother...

she was the mother of a colleague of mine.

And what was your opinion of her?

Well, she could be difficult.

I know she had some issues

and that she'd had a few run-ins with the police.

I'm going to need a full account of everything you saw this afternoon.

Yes, I was just about to start writing it up.

Good. Sergeant Hollins seems quite shaken by what happened,

but he's determined to carry on with the interview.

Really?

Yes. Could be quite a long night.

Yes, thank you, Mrs Tembe.

Thank you, yes.

No, no, I've got that. That's very kind of you.

See you tomorrow. Bye.

Was she OK?

Oh, she's fine. They're all enjoying the buffet.

Well, that's good.

Do you know, I can't see why they let me go.

One minute they are giving me the third degree, and the next minute...

Why did they arrest you, anyway?

Because some of the stuff that I bought from the house clearance,

some of it was dodgy.

But you still paid for it. They can't blame you.

Yeah, I know. So that's why I'm going to go there tomorrow,

and hopefully everything gets sorted.

Yeah, and make sure we get some compensation!

Right, well, before we start suing the police,

why don't you go and get us something to eat?

What's this for?

I want you and your sister to go to Karthik's Spices

-and get us an Emperor's Feast.

-A what?

Like we did on New Year's Eve.

With pickles, parathas and anything else that takes your fancy.

This is, like, shedloads.

Well, why don't you go before I change my mind?

Nice one! Come on, I'm starving.

That was a bit generous.

I thought we could do with 20 minutes alone.

What for?

So you could take off your brave face.

SHE TAPS HER GLASS

Er...so...

it has been confirmed that Dr Carter

and his wife will not be returning.

So, can I ask you, please,

not to gossip or speculate on the reasons for their continued absence.

Good luck with that!

Now, this venue has been booked for the rest of the evening,

so you are all very welcome to stay,

but you are also very welcome to go.

Thank you.

I...er... need to tell you something about Nurse Lee.

Nurse Lee's mother

died in police custody today.

What?

I do not know all of the details

so I would appreciate it

if you could all please be discreet.

I will be providing a card of condolence

that we can all sign at the Mill tomorrow -

and Nurse Lee will be on compassionate leave

-for the time being.

-Hang on a minute. Police custody?

That is all I have been told.

That's awful, Mrs Tembe.

I know, Nurse Lee is going to need all the support she can get,

over the next few days.

Poor Ayesha.

Indeed. Excuse me.

Are you OK?

Police custody?

You know who the custody sergeant is?

Has he called you yet?

No, course not. That's not the way he does things.

I need to get over there.

Sorry, excuse me.

I'm looking for Ayesha Lee.

Oh, she's just gone in.

And you are?

I'm Emma Reid.

Oh, yeah.

Bren mentioned you a few times.

Ayesha stayed in your boarding house.

My home. Yes.

Sorry, you are?

I'm Amber. Bren lives with me.

Well, she...

I can't quite believe it's happened either.

Ayesha.

-I'm so sorry.

-What are you doing here?

I was at the police station when it happened,

and I thought maybe you'd want to ask me questions, or...

Yeah.

How do you live with yourself?

I honestly couldn't stop shaking.

Ruhma, what exactly did they say?

He kept going on and on about the antiques.

Where did I get them from, did I have a receipt?

And of course I don't have a receipt.

I got most of them from car-boot sales,

and some from the house clearances.

Right, I see.

And then he asked me where I was on a series of dates.

My head was just spinning.

I couldn't even remember what day it was today.

So, are they saying that you've been handling stolen goods,

or breaking into people's houses with a crowbar and a balaclava?

I don't know. They just kept blasting me with questions.

OK, in my experience the best way to deal with the police

is to stay calm, tell the truth,

and eventually the mess will sort itself out.

What if it doesn't?

What if I go to prison?

I'll join you.

I'll break in, disguised as a washerwoman.

Why has this happened today?

What do you mean?

Our wedding. The biggest day of our lives...

and someone has given them a tip-off.

What? Who'd do that?

My ex-husband springs to mind.

What, your ex-husband in Pakistan,

who you haven't seen in over a decade?

No, you're right, it's ridiculous. I'm being paranoid.

-Maybe I'm cursed.

-Yes, you're right. You are cursed.

You're cursed to be pursued by a strange man in a bow tie

who's madly in love with you.

Come here.

So, the last time we spoke,

you couldn't remember how many times you checked on Ms Lee.

No.

Having examined the CCTV footage, it's now clear.

PC Sullivan and PC Thomas put Ms Lee in her cell at 15:11.

You checked up on her at 15:38,

then again at 16:22.

You next checked at 16:58, but you didn't record this in the log.

-Right.

-Do you know why?

No.

You again checked at 17:34...

..but failed to log it.

So you did everything by the book,

but you didn't record things in the book.

No.

And then, at 18:11, you raised the alarm.

Would you like us to adjourn for a bit?

No, I want to carry on.

You've seen the footage.

Do you remember looking into the cell at 16:22?

No.

16:58?

No.

17:34?

No.

Though, presumably, you would have registered something untoward?

If she seemed in distress, or was on the floor?

You would have noticed that?

I don't know. I don't remember.

Please, Ayesha, give her a chance.

Why? She never gave Mum a chance.

In fact, she did everything in her power to keep us apart.

You're right, and I will always regret that, but I want you to know,

I did absolutely everything I could for her at the police station.

Well, then you failed.

You have every right to be angry.

Oh, don't patronise me!

Why are you even here?

Ayesha!

You had a duty of care!

She was fine when she came in.

She must have had some underlying condition.

Must she? You knew all about her, did you?

-No.

-You hated Mum while she was alive,

so don't pretend to like her now she's dead.

I didn't hate her.

I was worried that she was going to drag you down again.

Mum messed things up,

but she messed things up for herself more than anything -

and yes, she ran off, but she always came back.

-She never gave up on me.

-It's true. She loved you so much.

And she was real. She was honest.

She told me life was hard and it was going to hurt.

Anyway, you got what you wanted...

..and now there's a man in there

who is going to cut her up with a knife,

find out how she died.

Maybe cos she was fed up that nobody gave a stuff.

Just get away from me!

Hi, it's Rob Hollins. Please leave a message.

Hello, love.

I've been trying to get hold of you,

but they won't let me come through.

I don't know what's happened,

but I do know that whatever it was, it's not your fault.

I know you're going to be beating yourself up

and putting yourself through hell.

I just wanted to let you know that I love you very, very much.

Would you like a cup of tea?

No, thank you.

Is there someone who could come and sit with you?

Not really.

I've driven them all away.

Well, you're welcome to stay here for a while.

You've got a weird job.

It's a branch of medicine, really.

Though my diagnosis comes when it's too late to do anything.

No different to most doctors, then.

Do you think, when we kick the bucket, that that's it,

or do you think we go somewhere else?

I'm really not qualified to answer.

Well, I'm asking you anyway.

I think...

..we die and that's it.

Physical entropy.

End of consciousness. Gradual biodegradation.

I've never seen any evidence of an afterlife.

Finally. Someone who's honest with me.

I'd say, in a sense, we're already dead.

We just haven't stopped moving yet.

That's cheery. Why do you get up in the morning?

I have a cat.

MUSIC: Etude Op 10 No 3 in E major by Chopin

-Em!

-Hi, Karen.

Where's Rob? They won't let me through.

He's with the woman from the IPCC. He's going to be a long time.

-Do they know how Bren died?

-No. They're doing a postmortem.

OK.

Listen, there's something not right with Rob. He doesn't seem himself.

It's a death in custody. Something he's dreaded his whole life.

-What do you expect?

-I know, but...

Of course there's something not right about him.

Look, I'm sorry, I've got to get back in.

I'll see you soon.

Have you any idea where Nurse Lee might go?

Her sister's, maybe?

Well, I would suggest that you start there.

-I

-start?

What am I doing? Can't I have a nice lunch with my husband?

You want me to talk about it? OK.

I want to tell the truth.

You're right. You've got nothing to hide,

and you're more than capable of looking after yourself.

This is not Ruhma's first marriage.

Valerie. Sounds like an awful lot of gossip going on here.