Tender Loving Care New Tricks

# It's all right It's OK

# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

# It's all right I say it's OK

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, doing fine

# Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

# It's all right I say it's OK

# We're gettin' to the end of the day. #

This is twisting my melon, man.

We're going to be about as popular as a fart in a spacesuit.

Can we go home now?

Yep. You might just enjoy yourselves.

You can come in. But you lot, no way.

The strip club is round the corner.

Yep, they're with me.

And we're on business.

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

-Oi, oi, put it away.

-If you've got it, flaunt it, you know what I mean!

Steve, you're lowering the tone.

Lowering the tone?!

Sorry about him.

Right, four years ago, 10th November 2010.

28-year-old trauma surgeon Lydia Dryden came here after work

to unwind with some colleagues.

She worked in the A & E round the corner. This was her local.

It was a Wednesday.

She'd been here an hour and she was due in theatre the next morning.

At 11.53, she went outside.

The camera only covered the queue and the door.

As soon as she crossed the road, she was out of sight.

Never seen alive again.

She was found dead, strangled in her flat, 12 hours later.

What happened in-between is a blank.

Where did she live?

Bloomsbury.

Well, that's a distance.

She walked on busy streets and she wasn't caught on camera?

No. But there are plenty of side routes she could have taken that

don't have coverage.

But first, take a look at this.

We need to find this man.

I'll tell you why when we get to Lydia's flat.

When Lydia didn't show for work,

her sister, Katia, came here to check. Found her in her flat on the second floor.

No ligature, bruising to the neck suggesting that she'd been

-strangled by hand.

-By the bloke in the e-fit?

The original enquiry ran into the sand.

But the local paper recently did a feature trying to jog

people's memories.

A couple of kids used to play football over there,

they said that they saw a man hanging around for about a month

in a dark car, and sometimes he slept in it.

So, we're here at midnight on the say so of a couple of kids.

-Brilliant.

-Lydia's neighbour, Janet, complained of exactly the same thing.

She said she saw a man staring up at her at the flat.

She thought he was stalking her. Nobody took Janet seriously, though.

Why not?

She was a lithium addict.

This gets better and better.

But the windows of the flats are next to each other, so,

if the man was hid in his car, he'd be out of sight, so it's the perfect vantage point!

Time of death between one and four. Fully clothed, no sex involved.

And no forced entry into the flat.

So it's friends, family, boyfriends?

No boyfriend since university.

Did she ever pick anybody up at the bar?

That was a focus of the first enquiry, but nothing came of it.

Who did they like for it?

There were no decent forensics or DNA, the investigation stalled.

So all we've got is the e-fit?

Yes, Danny, the e-fit is all we've got.

But we like a challenge. Don't we?

CAT MEWS

CAT MEWS

CAT PURRS

CAT MEWS

It's wonderful, wonderful that you're reopening this investigation.

The other people, the detectives, what were their names, darling?

Harper and Robson.

Harper and Robson, they gave up far too easily.

One never got the sense that they'd grasped the nettle.

I understand you're all doctors?

Used to be. I work in art conservation now.

And Hugh and I are oncology surgeons.

So we're not addressed as doctors. Plain old Mr and Ms.

It's confusing. The way to remember is the old joke.

Surgeon in theatre says, "Scalpel, Nurse."

She says, "Sister, Doctor," he says, "Mister, Sister!"

Lydia was six years into her surgical training,

and worked at the hospital.

Did she enjoy her job?

Liddy loved the thrill of acute medicine.

Competition for a surgical place must be fierce.

Did you pull strings to get her there?

We would never interfere to give the girls an advantage.

And yet miraculously she ended up at a prestigious London teaching

hospital rather than, say, one in Scunthorpe?

They stand in their own shoes. Lydia got her place on merit.

Katia, why did you leave medicine?

Priorities changed after Lydia.

Were you in London in 2010?

Yes. I didn't see enough of her.

I was working in King's on the other side of town.

Did she have any issues at work?

Look, look, we told Hooper and...

Harper and Robson.

..Harper and Robson, everything that we knew at the time.

There was no mention of boyfriends? Partners?

There are greater priorities in life.

Succeeding in medicine is harder than ever.

Do you recognise this man?

Is this the man who...?

Do you recognise him, Mr Dryden?

It's OK, Dad.

Sorry. It never ends.

So these kids suddenly remember they saw this mystery man asleep in a car

and we're supposed to take them seriously?

Uh-huh.

And you can bet your life that Lithium Janet was off her meds

-when she phoned in about seeing someone.

-Oh, yeah.

And in the meantime, we're trolling down here on a totally pointless...

Are you listening to any of this?

Yeah, course, yeah, yeah.

Can you give us five grand and pay my bar bill for a year?

Course, no problem. Yeah.

-Oi!

-What?

DOOR BUZZES

INAUDIBLE

In the last cubicle, on the left.

Thank you.

MAN: What have you done with her?

She's in recovery now. You'll be able to see her in a few hours.

I want to talk to a proper doctor, not somebody straight off the boat.

You people are ruining this country. Oi!

Right, you, that's enough, let's go.

Leave it! Oi!

Does that happen quite often?

Everyone likes to have a shout at public sector servants after a few cans of electric soup.

Sorry. Never seen him.

But you did know Lydia?

I mean, you were the consultant and she was on the surgical team.

Sure. Sadly she was only with us for nine months before she died

and I wouldn't claim to know her as well as some of the others.

No, no, no. We're trying to contact everyone who was here at the time.

Staff move about. But Lydia was a valued colleague.

It's awful.

How did you two get on?

She was very accomplished.

Thank you.

In truth, I hardly knew her.

Hundreds of doctors pass through the department.

Yeah, but this one was murdered, I mean, that would stick in your mind.

Yeah, but they all look the same in their white coats.

There's a factory somewhere pumping out impeccably educated,

proficient young doctors.

And do you come from that factory?

My parents aren't prominent surgeons.

Now at the time, you said that you weren't at the 393 bar

the night she was killed.

I wasn't.

-Didn't you ever socialise?

-No.

Well, how do you unwind?

-Me? Sleep!

-Oh.

TANNOY: 'Adult trauma call, three minutes.'

I must go. But I'll make sure this picture is circulated.

Thanks very much.

There you are. Where've you been?

Had to wait for the local plods to take matey off down the nick.

I've been trying to get the low-down on Lydia from the rest of the staff.

And?

Most of them weren't here when she was and those that where, they're

-not that keen to dish the dirt on a dead colleague, know what I mean?

-Same here.

But they all say that she was kind, steady, conscientious.

Everybody loved her.

Except the person who strangled her, of course.

Listen, if you're talking to the boss, tell her I'm going to hang around here for a bit.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm playing this game, it's brilliant.

Look at this.

You have to get these coloured blocks into the holes at the bottom.

Fascinating.

And then these blobs of snow come down and try and stop you.

I'll see you later, all right.

Yeah, see you later, OK, Gerry.

Oh...!

How did it go with the family?

Denial. Laughter. Tears.

I wasn't asking about you.

The mother's tough as nails, the father's just emotional

and the sister gave up a career in medicine to work in restoration.

Interesting career progression.

And Danny was incredibly rude to all of them.

-Was I? Where's Gerry?

-Still down at A & E.

He must be getting them to check his irritable bowel.

But no luck on the e-fit

and still no matches from any of the databases.

Family didn't recognise him either.

I did find this, though. Have a look at this.

This is a tribute site to Lydia.

Most of the folks in these photos

do match the witness statements that were taken.

Do you recognise them?

Well, yeah, everybody except for this guy. Here he is.

I've never seen him before.

This was taken at her sister's birthday ten weeks before she died.

Yeah, but the party was at a pub.

He might have just been a punter who was there at the same time.

We should still trace him all the same.

Fancy a cup of splosh?

No, I'm trying to cut back.

Tannin drains the iron from your body. Gives you anaemia.

Gerry's had amnesia for years, never did him any harm.

You're not funny, you know. Even for a Scot.

Who pished in your handbag today?

He's depressed.

I'm not depressed. And don't bandy the term depression around.

It plays right into the hand of the big pharmaceutical

companies to keep you medicated whenever they feel like it.

Sorry.

What is it, Danny?

Holly's gone to university.

Ah, those tuition fees, they'll get you every time.

INAUDIBLE

Gerry. What did the doctors tell you?

Sod the doctors, if you want to know what's going on in a hospital, you talk to the support staff.

They remember Lydia?

Yeah, course, she was gorgeous, wasn't she?

And the rumour is that she was playing hide the thermometer

with a surgeon called Devlin.

What's your proof, Gerry?

'Well, one of the porters walked in on them.'

They weren't exactly at it.

But she was crying and he was hugging her.

-'Anyone else corroborate?'

-No.

It's not enough.

'Well, four other people saw him dropping her off in his Audi.'

And they reckon he used to park around the corner,

presumably so no-one would see her.

'I need to speak to this Devlin.'

Lawrence Devlin is a trauma lead and orthopaedic surgeon,

specialises in wound management, chest wall injuries and amputations.

And he still had time to cuddle up to a woman half his age.

SOFT PIANO MUSIC

MUSIC STOPS

Please.

They're my wife's. She has a studio upstairs.

-She's a photographer?

-Photojournalist. How can I help?

Tell me about Lydia Dryden.

She was on my firm for almost a year. Very capable.

Eager to learn. Quick hands.

Like her father.

-You know Hugh?

-He's a legend.

Albeit one who can't remember which side of the road to drive on.

His wife won't let him near a vehicle, but he's a top-drawer surgeon.

You know Monika, too?

She taught me. It's a small world.

Very intense world as well, I'd imagine.

High pressure, life or death situations.

Your firm must be very close.

That's the best way. You have to work as one.

Were you and Lydia close?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Sorry. I didn't realise we had company.

-This is my wife, Nicole Hunter.

-Hi.

Please don't go, we were discussing Lydia Dryden. Did you know her?

No. But obviously I heard.

We were just interested to learn about the close working

relationships within a surgical team.

Nick wouldn't know anything about that.

-He doesn't let me anywhere near his theatre.

-No place for a camera.

Was Lydia highly strung?

Not at all.

Did she cry a lot?

You spent a lot of time together,

there must have been some fraught moments.

She didn't ever come to you and cry on your shoulder?

You're trying to embarrass me.

Hospitals thrive on gossip, of which I'm sure there was

no shortage about me and Lydia.

Pray, pay no attention to it.

So you have nothing to tell us?

No, but I can see you're just dying to sling some mud.

Why would there be gossip about you and Lydia?

Lydia once partnered me on an operation that went badly wrong.

She was naturally upset.

So you hugged her?

We're not robots.

What was this operation?

An emergency C-section.

The mother was young but obese, pulmonary embolism,

we lost her and the baby.

It fell to Lydia to inform the husband,

who was extremely upset and became aggressive towards her.

So, I had to comfort her.

Why didn't you volunteer this information to the first enquiry?

Patients die in hospitals. It's hardly news.

We'll need to check the details.

If you want patient information, you'll have to talk

to the care trust.

-You're not going to tell us?

-No, and nor will they without a court order.

And if you're trying to imply anything, Lawrence told me

all about the incident.

And how he had to reassure Lydia.

What make of car do you drive?

Well, I don't see what that has to do with anything.

Did Lydia like your Audi?

You're extremely rude.

She's just doing her job.

Now where were you both on the night of November 10th 2010?

She was having dinner with friends in London,

he was at a surgical conference in Leeds.

"Trying to comfort her!"

We don't know that there's anything going on between him and Lydia yet.

His wife was right there in front of him, while he lied to us.

You virtually accused him of having an affair.

He could make a complaint.

He's a big boy, I'm sure he can laugh it off.

Check their alibis. I want a full search.

Especially on him. Police and open source.

I'll get on to the hospital about that operation that went sour, too.

A grieving husband with a grudge could be our stalker.

DRILLING

Katia. Sorry to bother you, Katia.

Just got a couple of things to ask.

Sure.

Do you recognise this man at all?

He was at your birthday party, chatting to Lydia.

He was probably a random. Someone who got talking to her.

-Probably?

-I don't know who he is.

Well, they knew each other. Look at them.

They were friends, at least.

If you say so. But I don't recognise him.

What about Lawrence Devlin?

He was the trauma surgeon where Lydia worked.

Were he and Lydia close?

Were they shagging, you mean? I doubt it. Liddy was clever.

She wouldn't sleep on her doorstep.

Lydia did a C-section under his care.

Ended in a double fatality. She got very emotional.

She never mentioned it.

Strange.

What are you driving at?

You're sisters, both had careers in medicine, mutual interests,

shared nights out and yet you seem to know nothing about her.

We weren't intimate. And I'm glad.

Identikit girls following the family footsteps.

It doesn't leave much room.

You've got to keep something for yourself.

Is that why you left medicine?

I took some time off after a ski accident,

and then with what happened to Lydia,

life lost its lustre and medicine paid the price.

If there was some intrigue, some secret I could lead you to, then I would.

But there's nothing. She was lovely.

She worked hard, and she even enjoyed a good night out.

Just like the rest of us.

And then she got killed.

'Hi. Sorry, you know what to do.'

PHONE BEEPS

Hi. It's Dad, sorry, touched the wrong number.

Meant to speak to, um, Henry about, um, a tin of paint.

Anyway...doesn't matter.

I hope you're well, and I'll speak to you soon!

Right.

Come on, quick, quick, he'll be back in in a second!

Oh, this biro's running out.

THEY LAUGH

Sh! Sh!

Private joke?

No. Danny, what it is, is we're, um... We're worried about you.

Yeah, I mean, it's going to be hard now Holly's gone to college.

When my three girls left...

He gave them a suitcase and changed the locks on the house.

No, seriously, we... Well, it's difficult times,

so we've come up with five ideas that we can all do together.

You pick one out of the tin and that's what we do that night.

You don't need to do this.

We do, we do! Come on!

Listen, what were you doing last night?

I bet it was home alone, with a tin of beans and a bottle of Blue Nun.

Pick a ticket, man.

-Go on, go on!

-You know you want to!

Come on.

Good boy.

So, what have you got?

GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS

Hot damn, I'm throwing rocks tonight.

First blood to the youngsters!

We're getting annihilated.

-More drinks?

-Oh, yes.

-Cheers.

Thanks for doing this. It's been...fun.

Almost.

Come on, Danny, university years will fly by.

She'll be back before you know it.

She was born after the boom, now there's tuition fees, she'll never be able to afford her own place.

Ten years' time, you'll be desperate to get her back out your house.

Right, quick cigarette.

OK, you little beauty. Come to Daddy.

You're nicked.

Sorry. I couldn't resist. I've been getting these awful headaches.

That's called cold turkey. It means you're a junkie.

It's only tea, Danny.

All the same, be careful. It's a gateway drug.

Next up is Horlicks, Ovaltine.

Before you know it, you'll be freebasing cup-a-soups.

When my kids left home, I didn't know who I was for a while.

We don't have to do this.

You never stop being a parent.

Come on, let's roll. You and me this time.

Four strikes in a row? That is unreal.

I believe the expression is,

you mess with the best, you go down with the rest.

Beginner's luck, pal. It will soon wear off.

Whoever heard of anyone killing their doctor?

I mean, the other way round, that's all fair and legal, but...

No, this is meant to be Danny's night.

We are not talking shop.

All right. Sorry, sorry.

Yeah, but if you thought the doctor had messed up

and killed the person you loved, that's a powerful motive.

Yeah, well, good luck getting anything out of the hospital.

You know, they look after their own. Wall of silence.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT LOUDLY

You put me off then!

So what have we got on Devlin?

His wife Nicole's my pick. She's a wrong 'un.

Her alibi says she was out with three mates, right?

The one I phoned and talked to said he was nowhere near the place.

So, while I'm waiting for the other two to phone back,

I do a few proper checks.

Once upon a time, Nicole was engaged to a bloke in Bristol.

She came home one night, found him doing the dirty with

a mate of hers, went berserk, attacked the pair of them.

Got herself a restraining order.

Maybe she doesn't like being cheated on.

No-one likes being cheated on.

So if the surgeon was stiffing Lydia, Nicole's not likely to

take it well.

Sorry for the mess. We had a party.

Not a domestic? What were you arguing about, Nicole?

Nothing. Everything.

Where's your husband?

He flew out to Syria this morning.

The day after we came round to ask questions?

He's an emergency volunteer for a medical charity that

works in conflict zones.

Was this a long-standing arrangement?

He got the call last night.

The situation's pretty desperate there now.

When's he due back?

Revolution's pretty hard to set your diary by.

How did you two meet?

The second Congo civil war, 2001. I was a media stringer.

The world didn't want to intervene, but they were desperate for pictures

of children with their limbs hacked off.

These are very powerful.

They're pointless. The pornography of despair.

Capturing the pain of others is an exercise in futility.

The horrors remain and the story stays the same.

I need you to tell me the truth, Nicole.

Your alibi is wobbling.

-How?

-You tell me.

What happened in Bristol?

All my dirty linen.

-You've got one hell of a temper, Nicole.

-I was 23!

The man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with

cheated on me.

Has Lawrence ever cheated on you?

You're just shooting in the dark.

Was he sleeping with Lydia?

You really don't care what damage you do.

Answer the question.

He was her father!

He told me last night.

Lawrence was a houseman. I was his registrar.

We got very close.

And you fell pregnant with Lydia?

I was alone in London, from Poland, no family. I married Hugh.

He was much older.

He's a remarkable doctor too, but...he's like a child.

Did Hugh find out about your relationship?

Nobody did. We weren't proud, didn't parade, we fell in love.

Did Lydia find out?

Eventually.

Lawrence and I broke contact when I discovered the pregnancy.

But he still saw me, and Lydia, from time to time, by chance.

Picnics, functions.

How did Lydia find out the truth?

She'd always been suspicious,

had this sense that Hugh wasn't her biological father.

It's a common teenage fantasy. It became our sort of joke.

Just for us.

And I'd say George Clooney, Salman Rushdie,

the manager of Manchester United.

It was fun in the end. And then fate tripped us up.

Lydia went to Lawrence's firm and it became obvious.

We had to tell her.

Will you be long, because I need a lift to the station?

Ten minutes. That tie doesn't work, go and change.

Oh, OK, but hurry, please. Thank you.

When was this, exactly?

February before she died.

We took her out for dinner, and she became...enormously distressed.

Lawrence never had children of his own. It's his tragedy.

He tried to get to know her...wanted to make it all right...but

she was never reconciled to it.

You should have told your family.

Why would I want to destroy them?

This is my problem. It's not for them to bear.

Lydia's world had turned upside down,

she wouldn't have made good decisions at work or play.

And her whole family has been lying to us.

A secret like this is like a time bomb.

What if Katia knew? Or Hugh? That would change everything.

How are we doing with Devlin's alibi?

The surgical conference in Leeds says he was there.

He could have driven back overnight, though.

I want every minute of his movements accounted for. And Nicole?

I'm still waiting for her two other friends to get in touch.

But the restaurant said the table was booked in her name

and she paid her part of the bill at 22.46.

Lydia was killed between one and four.

Make a request to their networks, did their phones put them

-in the area?

-I'm getting stonewalled by the hospital.

They won't give me the name of the man who lost his pregnant wife and unborn child.

-Data protection.

-Well, we can't wait for a court order. Just keep pushing.

OK.

Thank God for that, now we can have a nice cup of Rosie.

Don't make tea, she's on the wagon.

She's in her office. The smell won't kill her.

Well, actually it might.

If she's truly "on the wagon", she's been sentenced to death.

What?

Condemned prisoners being taken from Newgate to be hanged at Tyburn

were allowed to stop off at a pub for one last drink before being put

back "on the wagon" for the final part of their journey to execution.

Fascinating. Get your hand in there.

Once was enough.

Oh, pick a ticket, man.

-"Pub quiz."

-YAY! Top darts! That's mine.

You didn't have to range too far across the glittering

landscape of your imagination to get that one, Gerry.

I put it on all the tickets.

It's a grudge match down at the local.

There's a group of students who win every week,

but now, with Danny on our team...

Gerry, are you still talking?

You should be working. And you!

Are you on that bloody game again? For...

No. No.

COMPUTER CHIMES

'DCI Miller? It's Lawrence Devlin.

'I haven't much time, we're expecting some bomb casualties.'

I know you spoke to Nicole.

And Monika.

I want to put you straight.

I need patient details.

'Impossible. The hospital trust's lawyers will crucify me.'

You're worried about lawyers? I'll get warrants for your phone records, bank statements,

I'll question your peers, colleagues, your lovers.

If I can, I'll help, now listen. I hardly knew Lydia.

I wanted to. I tried.

'She wouldn't let me near her...'

-WOMAN:

-I need your help!

'Increase the saline. Give her 50 more.'

'I'm calling you because there was an incident at the hospital.

'Lydia tried to steal some drugs, some oxycodone.

-'It's a very serious painkiller.'

-Why would she do that?

'I don't know. She said it was an admin mistake.'

She ordered 30 and got 3,000.

I caught her trying to take them out of the hospital.

-'When was this?'

-March.

'Six months before she died.'

It has to be significant.

Why would she want 3,000?

'It's none of my business.

'It's a bit late for me to play the concerned parent.

'I made her return them,

'we kept it quiet and we didn't speak much after that.

'She wanted nothing to do with me.

'She spent practically every night in a different bar or club

'but she never had time to talk.

'There's nothing else. I have to go.'

He's not getting away with that. Who's our contact in Syria?

She only wants to arrest him! He's in the middle of a battlefield.

The local plod's got better to do than cuff a doc who's

actually patching up their own people.

MICROPHONE FEEDBACK

MAN: Evening one and all, welcome to the 305th weekly quiz.

Ten rounds, no biting, and we've got a host of fabulous prizes.

Right, come on, concentrate. What are we going to call ourselves?

The Cranial Constables? Universally Challenged.

The possibilities are endless.

Miller's Mob. How about that?

Why was Lydia trying to steal drugs?

-I tell you what, I'll get them in before we start.

-Trying to get Daddy's attention?

Oxycodone is heavy-duty. That stuff is more addictive than heroin.

They give it to cancer patients to manage their pain.

The tox report and witness statements showed no

sign that she was ever a user.

Lots of people are, though. Crush it, snort it, bomb it, it's an instant hit.

And there's always a market for prescription pills.

-Quality guaranteed.

-You saying she's actually selling this stuff?

Devlin said she spent a lot of time in bars and clubs.

All of a sudden she's a dealer?

3,000 pills at upwards of a tenner a time.

We should get back down there tonight. Ask questions.

If she was working someone's patch, maybe they got pissed off.

Hang on. She's a surgeon with an impeccable family tree, not Scarface.

Come on, get these down you.

It's a fundamental flaw and irony of late western civilisation

that we're allowed to get sloshed but we can't get high.

What's the difference?

There's a legal difference.

And luckily you're on the right side, Gerry,

or you'd have spent the last 50 years in jail.

I only drink to make other people seem more interesting.

Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

MOBILE PHONE CHIMES

Question one. Which popular '80s band took its name from a fictional

doctor in the film Barbarella?

Bloody hell. It's going to be a poncy quiz.

Oi, oi, sit down and get that weird brain of yours in gear.

Can't, I'm afraid. Holly's home for the night.

You're kidding.

The only time that dustbin of useless information you've

got comes in handy and you're pulling out.

-There's a bottle of bubbly and some Botox vouchers to be won here tonight, Danny.

-Sorry.

-Our ship's lost its paddle, hasn't it? We've had it!

-Yeah.

No, we haven't. (Duran Duran.)

-Ah, right.

-Bring it on.

-Good girl. Right, you do all the music.

Hey! There you are. Great to see you!

Are you OK?

Yeah. Fine.

Are you warm enough?

Are you Mr Griffin?

-Who wants to know?

-Easy, Dad. This is Ian.

-My boyfriend.

-Nice to meet you, Mr Griffin.

Danny, please.

Ian's staying tonight. Is that all right?

Sure. The more the merrier.

You'll hardly notice us. We've got a couple of parties.

You got a cat!

Have I?

Well, you've got a cat dish, man.

Epic, I've always wanted a cat.

Yeah, she's a stray. Probably got lots of other places to stay.

Oh, there's the cab. H, we better get going...

-H?

-Later, Dad. Don't wait up!

-He's all right, your dad, for a copper.

-He's lovely.

Come on, they're anagrams.

Wonder Gravy? Orange Toes?

Gerry. We're looking for a TV programme.

Yeah, but it's not fair, is it?

I mean, when do we get time to watch television?

-I never wanted any poxy Botox anyway.

-Don't give up!

We're miles behind.

Have I Got News For You.

What happened to Holly?

Number 12 is Ready Steady Cook.

And "Quiet Soft Soprano" is A Question Of Sport.

Oh, yes, yes! We're back in the race!

Excellent. Right, let's win this and then we need to go.

Give us some quality time to revel in our victory here.

Then straight down to Bar 393.

I want Lydia's photo shown in every bar and every pub in the area.

What was number 12 again?

Um, Ready Steady Cook, I think.

Good man.

Thank God for that. There's no signal down there.

I've been trying to go mano a mano with this kid from Norway for a place on the all-time leaderboard.

Gerry. Any joy?

There's a ginger rascal over there who can have my number.

Reckons I'm a GILF - a grandad she'd like to...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Boss, nobody recognised her.

And the idea that she was murdered

because she was treading on someone's patch won't wash either.

The local force had done a clean up, so there were no dealers around anyway.

-Everyone gets their stuff off the internet.

-Yeah.

-That's right.

-Can we go home now?

-It was worth a shot. Right, who needs a lift?

-Yes, me.

-There's a bar round the corner, does quite a good Martini. I'll see you later.

-See ya.

-Bye.

-All right.

-All right, mate.

Excuse me, do you recognise this girl?

No.

Are you sure? Here, take a good look.

Never seen her.

That's a shame, pal.

Because...I've got a picture of you two together.

-How did you know her?

-I work in a gym. I was her personal trainer.

-And what else?

-We hooked up from time to time.

-Cosy arrangement.

Don't talk about her like that. She wrote the rules.

Too busy to go full-time but we were sweet.

Thought about getting together.

Look, if I tell you this, it makes me look bad.

You're looking bad already, pal. And you've got form.

-Here we go.

-Put a kid in a coma after a pub brawl.

He was 16. Very brave.

When you're my size, somebody always wants to have a pop at the big man.

Where were you on the night of the 10th of November 2010?

And you lot wonder why no-one comes to talk to you.

-You're going to stitch me up.

-Where were you?

Look, she was worried, right?

Those last weeks - there was someone following her.

She was frightened. He was camped outside her flat.

Did she say who it was?

I still don't know whether to take it seriously.

She was out of sorts, acting weird, she'd been having trouble with her family.

Did you see this man?

I hid outside her place one time. She'd asked me to.

There was a bloke, he was in a car.

I got rid of him.

Was this the man?

You knew about him already?

Why didn't you come forward with this information earlier?

This is the guy I saw.

Definitely.

Is he the one who killed her?

Adomako says he was working at Bar 393 till 6am.

We've got CCTV on file already.

Wouldn't be hard to see if he was on the door.

But he's bound to have had a break - and she only lives 20 minutes down the road.

Alice, you little beauty!

Alice? Who's Alice?

My contact at the mobile networks.

Chubby girl but worth her weight, and she's just pulled out a plum.

She's just sent me mobile triangulation details for Nicole, Lawrence, Katia and Monika.

Now, nothing dodgy on any of them for the night in question.

-All where they are meant to be?

-Absolutely.

But Hugh Dryden said he was at a lecture in Marylebone, didn't he?

Witnesses backed him up.

And so do the phone records for his main number.

But Alice in Wonderland has found another phone under

a different name but using the same credit card.

-A dirty phone.

-Exactly. And Hugh's dirty phone spent

the latter part of the night in Bloomsbury.

You have two phones.

I've had several in my time, actually. I'm always losing them.

One of your phones was in Bloomsbury the night that Lydia died.

Why were you there at midnight?

Was Lydia a disappointment to you?

No, no, no. She was a very fine girl.

Your favourite daughter?

We were always...very fond.

Fond? Sounds like you're talking about a pet.

Not your own flesh and blood.

Look, I have known for many years that Lydia is not my child.

I've never spoken to Monika about it.

She made a mistake, that's all.

And there's no point in provoking a scene.

But Lydia is my child. And I love her profoundly.

You can be certain of that.

Did you see her that night?

I was seeing Katia.

Katia? She didn't say.

She has tremendous trouble with her leg from a ski accident.

Sometimes she needs emergency pain relief.

-At midnight?

-The chemists are all closed. I pop over with a few pills.

It's an old problem.

Do you give her oxycodone?

Yes, but that's nothing to worry about.

Lydia was caught stealing oxycodone from the hospital.

Was she giving that to Katia too?

-For a bit.

-Which bit?

Until the night that she died.

That's when I started to give Katia oxycodone.

The girls had fallen out that night.

Lydia didn't want to help Katia any more. But Kat was suffering.

Terribly. She was in...

..real anguish. I had to step in.

What have we done?

Lydia was supplying Katia and they had a bust up the night she died.

-Over the oxycodone?

-She refused to supply her. Katia went crazy.

-Want to see her now.

-You need to speak to Gerry first.

Gerry?

Doctor Devlin finally came good.

The Caesarean that went wrong was on a Becky Vosper,

she died six weeks before Lydia was killed.

Becky's husband and her childhood sweetheart is a Darren Vosper...

24-year-old painter from Leytonstone.

'Has he got any form?'

No. No. We spoke to his mum, she said he went totally off his head

once his wife died.

Hates the world and everyone on it.

'So where is he now?'

Halfway house. We're waiting outside.

-'He's homeless?'

-Homeless, helpless, suicidal, apparently.

'Does he match the e-fit?'

-Darren's our man in the car.

-Yep.

The pain was remorseless. There was a chance I'd lose my leg.

Oxy is a morphine sulphate. It's yummy.

I tried to come off it.

My GP tapered my dose to practically nothing

and none of my medical friends would sign any out for me.

But Lydia would.

She could see I was a mess -

that's an understatement, by the way - she wanted to help.

She put her career on the line.

Devlin caught her with 3,000 pills.

3,000? No, she never gave me 3,000.

He made her take them back. This was six months before she died.

I didn't know.

Sounds like she went for one big hit - but even after Devlin

caught her, she carried on stealing them from somewhere. She took a lot of risks for you.

What was your arrangement?

Every few weeks, she'd give me 100 or so.

Whatever she could skim from work.

Why couldn't you do that yourself at King's?

Controlled drugs have to be double signed - I had a reputation.

Nobody would help me.

So who was helping?

I don't know, but all of a sudden, that night,

she phoned me after work, said she was going to stop. She was feeling uncomfortable.

-Uncomfortable?

-That's what she said.

Which left you without a supply. You must have been frantic, desperate.

Prepared to do anything.

My father always helps me out as a last resort.

If I scream loud enough.

But you were furious with Lydia?

No, no, no. You can't think...

I made some huge mistakes in surgery, yes.

Was politely asked to step aside before I caused any embarrassment, but I would never...

Lydia stole oxycodone on your behalf and ended up strangled -

this is more than embarrassment.

I didn't kill her! I love her. Please.

You should have told me!

And have my mother think it was my fault she died. How am I supposed to live with that?!

I don't know, Katia. How do you?

Is that him?

Yeah.

She deserved to die.

Because of what she did to Becky?

And my boy! She murdered two people that day!

I'm sorry.

I couldn't leave the house after.

My legs had been cut.

There was nothing.

Becky was my girl, see. It was simple.

You know when you know, and she was the one.

You got a son?

He could have been my little mate.

Help me look after his mum, the brothers

and sisters he would have had.

That scum took it all from me!

You stalked her.

Becky knew what was best.

She told me what to do. She's my guardian angel.

What was she telling you, Darren?

At first, we just wanted to know what happened, didn't we, Bex?

An explanation.

You knew where Lydia Dryden lived?

We followed her. Watched her flat...

I knew how to get a key.

Could let myself in and wait, or surprise her in the night.

Four weeks we was there...

..just working out the best way to do her.

Stab...

burn...

beat...

..strangle.

Strangling would be best. Slow. Make her look at us.

An eye for an eye.

She had to die!

Her life in my hands, that was the only way.

But...

I'm sorry, Becky.

Sweetheart, I'm so, so sorry. I couldn't do it.

You... You didn't kill her?

I wanted to! I just couldn't go through.

There was always these two blokes, turning up at all hours.

What blokes?

The bouncer, he's huge, shouted at me once.

You wouldn't mess with him.

And the other one?

Him, from the hospital.

He was always lurking around. Doctor.

-Bobby. This is my boss, DCI Miller.

-Hi.

-Hi. I'd love to hear your recollections on Lydia first-hand.

-Sure.

And if you could explain how she got hold of the oxycodone?

Can you wait about half an hour? I'm short staffed and there's a trachy waiting for me in theatre.

-We won't take a few minutes.

-OK. This way.

I wouldn't know anything about Lydia and the oxycodone.

Don't worry. We're already talking to the pharmacy. We'll have our answers in a minute.

I understand from Gerry that you and Lydia weren't especially close. Did you like her, though?

-How do you mean?

-We get people like her in our line. Beautiful, clever, connected.

Whereas you earned your stripes the hard way, didn't you?

-I come from an ordinary background, yes.

-Did her privilege annoy you?

-I never gave it much thought.

-So you didn't feel anything for her either way?

-I didn't know her well enough.

Really? I think you knew her much better than you're letting on.

Guv'nor.

(The oxycodone orders stopped after she died.)

You prescribed a lot of oxycodone in the months before Lydia's death.

-It's one of our core painkillers.

-Thing is, there's a pattern.

You see, you only ever personally requested it in the months leading up to Lydia's death.

You weren't that interested in it before.

And then Lydia dies and you don't request any for quite a long time.

Sometimes you get a statistical spike. It depends what patients...

Don't insult my intelligence. I know exactly what was going on.

Bobby, we know you helped her get the drugs.

But don't worry, we're not going to make a big deal of that.

Yeah, we don't want to get you into any trouble.

What I want to know is why you would do that for her?

You said you weren't friends and it's very risky professionally.

See, that's the point, Bobby. Why would you help her?

I didn't help her. You can't infer from those prescriptions...

Because she was pretty?

Were you trying to cosy up to her, was that the deal?

I see!

So you get the drugs for her and what does she do in return, eh?

A date? Dinner? A few drinks?

We didn't socialise outside work.

Did you ever go to her place?

No.

So when I take your prints, I'm not going to find

a match from the evidence at her flat?

-Actually, I think I did go there once.

-Ah, once? Why?

I dropped something off.

Day or night?

-I can't remember.

-What were you dropping off?

She left her coat at work.

Describe it.

It was a sort of duffel jacket. Brown, I think.

Why would she leave her coat at work in November?

Let's just assume you were dropping off the pills to her.

Yeah, but why didn't you just hand them over at work,

rather than going all the way to her flat?

Lydia told her sister that it was making her feel uncomfortable

carrying on.

Did you make her feel uncomfortable?

-What kind of a question is that?

-Were you in the bar the night that Lydia was killed?

It's hard to remember specifics.

Doesn't matter - we've got plenty of CCTV.

We weren't looking for you before,

but I'm sure we can find you now if you were there.

I might have been. But then I went straight home.

No, you didn't, Bobby. You went to Lydia's flat.

We've got a witness.

I need a solicitor.

Why would you need a solicitor?

No comment.

You had a thing for her, didn't you, Bobby?

No comment.

She was beautiful.

Clever. Medical aristocracy.

A great catch.

You got close, you gave her the pills, and she was truly grateful.

Self-made man. You were going to get the woman you deserved.

But you read the signs wrong.

She wasn't interested in you.

And that made you very angry.

Am I right?

Do you know how many lives I've saved?

Nobody thanks you in this job.

They suck you dry.

Take everything.

I'd have given her the universe.

She had a boyfriend.

-He's very handsome.

-He's absurd.

A surgeon doesn't go out with a bouncer.

You wanted her all to yourself.

Loyalty is very important to me.

I've got the oxy. For your sister.

Just go away, Bobby.

Don't be silly. I'm your friend.

Yeah, she's beautiful, Danny. Are you going to keep her, or...?

Well, I tried to send her away - she keeps coming back.

I've got three kids like that.

-I'm thinking of calling her Simpkin.

-Whatever gets you through the night.

Bobby Johal has made a full confession.

-Yes!

-Well done.

In that case, this calls for a celebration.

Well, go on. Drink up, we won't think any the less of you.

You know you want to.

SHE MOANS

If I'd known it was that easy to make a woman moan, I'd have called myself Earl Grey!

-Oh, hey, now, Danny, come on.

-Let's do it.

Look, you've all been very kind,

-but I think we can probably give it a rest.

-No chance. We're having the time of our lives.

-No way! No chance! Pick a ticket!

-All right, all right!

-What's a pedibus?

-(Yes!)

-You said right.

-You all right there, Gerry?

Clash of toes...

# Come fly with me

# Let's fly, let's fly away

# If you can use some exotic booze

# There's a bar in far Bombay

# Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away... #

Sorry, you're designated driver.

# Come fly with me

# Let's float down to Peru

# In llama land, there's a one-man band

# And he'll toot his flute for you

# Come fly with me, let's take off in the blue

# Once I get you up there

# Where the air is rarefied

# We'll just glide

# Starry-eyed... #