Part 1 Silent Witness

This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting.

Where did we get out? Good. Did we liquidate everything?

Great. Great result. Yeah!

The Garner algorithm works. Yeah.

No, no, the trip was good.

They were impressed with our trading results.

They're absolutely going to do some business with us. They like metals.

Hey, look, can you make Thursday night?

Oh, I don't know. It's for sick kids or horses or something.

What if they were Jewish horses?

What if they were Jewish horses with cancer? Great. Great.

Great, I'll tell Rachel. Bye.

Rachel?

I'm home!

Is there anything to eat?

Rachel?

CRYING

SCREAMING

Oh, NO!

No, no!

Go on, City!

Come on, you Reds!

Thank you.

Mate, ready for you.

On y va.

Are you the one that's going to do it?

-Sorry?

-Rachel's my wife.

My son, my beautiful son, Nathan.

I don't want this. This postmortem, I don't want it.

-I'm very sorry for your...

-I don't want people seeing them like this.

I don't want people looking at them.

Cutting them apart.

I don't want it!

But you do want them to have justice?

MAN AND WOMAN SPEAK IN YIDDISH

Hey, Mousa. You OK?

Hope your boy does good today.

Mousa?

Hi, David. Good food?

-Hmmm.

-My client needs more love.

Oh, we all need more love, Mousa.

Two months ago you were calling me three times a day

wanting to talk contract extension.

Two months? Time flies, eh?

-Isaac doesn't feel appreciated.

-I know.

I've been meaning to talk to you,

our new owners want to make some changes.

We're going to move Isaac on.

I come here to get him a new contract and you tell me he's out?

It's a tough business, Mousa.

'He needs a new environment in order to reach his potential.'

'The fans will hate you.'

'Oh, I don't know, Mousa. The fans are fickle.'

'Besides, they already hate me, which frankly makes my job easier.'

'He has to agree the move.'

'I know. I'm hoping you'll convince him.'

'He doesn't want to go.'

'Mousa, hear me.'

He's playing his last game for us today.

The Twitter thing wasn't good.

-Our new owners are from your part of the world.

-Leicester?

You know what I mean. Your client isn't popular in Riyadh.

'He's popular when he scores goals.'

'Not any more.'

-Cheer for Daddy!

-He did it, Mummy! He did it!

He's not moving, David.

You break our contract, we'll get the FA in to sanction you.

-We'll take legal action.

-OK, Mousa, let's not get overexcited.

We both know that's not going to happen.

What we need to do is work together

to get the best possible price for the transfer.

Your client's quite good at football, but he's an arsehole

and we don't want to be associated with him.

Stop! Stop! Turn it off!

Get up, you Jew bastard.

What did you say? What did you say?

Say that again. Say that again!

You heard exactly what I said.

I didn't hear you, mate, I didn't hear you.

Off!

-CROWD:

-# There's only one Isaac Dreyfus

# One Isaac Dreyfus

# There's only one Isaac Dreyfus. #

PHONE RINGS Can you get these to the lab, please?

Hello?

OK. Text me the location.

Thanks.

-Forensic Pathologist?

-Nikki Alexander.

Very nice to meet you. I'm Detective Inspector John Leighton.

-Hi.

-The body of the deceased is over here.

Apparently it's a young woman.

Have you been able to identify her?

No, unfortunately not yet.

Her face has been badly disfigured.

Who's the wing nut who put the blanket over the body?

Your forensic colleague is already here.

One of the constables felt it was wrong

-to just leave it for everyone to see.

-And you let him?

I saw the merit in it.

This is a crime scene. I'm confused.

Are you meant to protect it or contaminate it?

Son, I'd be grateful if you'd adjust your attitude a little.

You'd be grateful?

You think I've come down here to win your gratitude?

Could we get a screen up, please, Detective Inspector?

Unbelievable.

You just ooze charm.

Well, it's going to be hard enough to get something -

anything - that has forensic value,

then they put an old blanket over the body?!

What are you doing?

What?

Why are you breaking his balls?

I'm not breaking his balls.

You're breaking his balls.

What's wrong with you?

I hear all this chat for a year

about how you don't want to be the boss

and now, suddenly, you want to be the boss!

I don't want to be the boss.

Then why are you acting like you want to be the boss?

-Oh, you are so wrong.

-Why am I wrong? Because you're the boss?

We've got a job to do. Can we just get on with it?

You don't think that sounded a wee bit bossy?

Oh!

Jesus.

Put the blanket back down.

Yep.

You can train here until we find you a new club.

I don't want you to worry cos...

we'll find you a better opportunity.

Nikki?

I used to love the smell of fresh-cut grass when I was a kid.

This kind of kills the nostalgia.

-Isaac! Isaac! Can I have a photo with you, please?

-Sure.

-Did you like the game?

-Yeah.

-Give me five.

Isaac!

-You're my favourite player.

-Thanks, mate.

-What's your name?

-Mahmoud.

Yeah? What's up, Mahmoud.

-Dad!

-Isaac! Isaac!

-Isaac! Isaac! Can I have your autograph?

-Yeah, sure.

Rubbish trucks arrive and are emptied.

Body is dumped in the amenity, no-one sees it.

The claws mangled her body

when they picked it up to deposit it on the barge.

Yeah, I can see that's what happened to her body.

What happened to her face?

Almost every sponsor's gone.

Shoes, clothes, watches... no-one will renew.

All we've got left is underwear

and that's because the owners are Jewish.

-Sami, could you get me a coffee?

-Espresso? Two sugars?

Perfect, and make sure Isaac's OK.

He's a good boy. How's he getting on?

He's getting on fine. Helpful. Thoughtful.

-A little quiet.

-He's shy. He, er, gets that from my sister.

Mousa, I'm worried that if you don't do something...

-Citroen?

-He keeps the car to the end of the season,

but they've killed the ad campaign.

Don't say anything to Isaac.

-You think he doesn't know?

-Can we replace them?

Everyone knows he's being forced out of City because of what he said.

All the sponsors and ad buyers are talking to each other.

What he did on Twitter was like firebombing their brand.

He didn't mean what he said.

You don't joke about Mohammed. Ever.

You don't mention religion. You don't mention race.

The only thing he should be writing on Twitter

is how much he loves the fans.

Yeah, I'd like to try and put a name to her as soon as possible.

I've had tissue sent for DNA. We'll see if she's on the database.

-And if she isn't?

-It could be a struggle.

We're taking moulds of her teeth, although some were damaged.

We can try to identify her from the shape of her ear.

-You can do that?

-Yeah. But we'll need to match it to something.

Do you have anything?

No. No missing person reports. Nothing found at the scene.

I'm relying on you.

-I'll speak to you tomorrow.

-OK. Thanks.

-You got to the scene quickly.

-I wasn't far away.

-I had a couple of seats at the football.

-Who did you go with?

-Girl I met.

-Where?

-Pub.

-Liar.

-How did you know?

-You never complained.

If you had a date with a girl you met in a pub,

you would be hopeful you might get lucky.

The call to attend would have crushed that hope.

-You would complain.

-PHONE RINGS

You could have taken me.

I didn't know you liked football.

Why? Because I'm in a chair?

Chip? Shoulder?

THEY LAUGH

Hello?

Yeah, OK. I'll be there. Thanks.

We need a list of every rubbish truck and driver

that used Smithy Environmental last night and this morning.

I get the best seats at the football when I go,

and the carer goes free.

-Something to keep in mind?

-I'm not your carer.

Don't I know.

We normally only allow immediate family.

"Sister" isn't immediate enough?

Her husband didn't mention that she had a sister.

I was her sister long before she was married to him.

I'll be her sister...

..forever.

You can stay as long as you'd like.

Thank you.

She looks very peaceful.

They didn't...

you know...

..assault her sexually.

I'll give my report to the coroner.

Did they rape my sister?

No.

How did they kill her?

Do the police have any idea who did this?

You should speak to them.

Actually I need to get back to work. I have a meeting.

And Nathan? How did they kill him?

Nathan has no marks on his body whatsoever.

His bloods contained a fatal amount of benzodiazepine

and a very large amount of oxycodone.

We searched the house. We didn't find any...

He died of a drug overdose?

A six-year-old?

Their son was autistic, apparently.

And?

Well, is benzodiazepine used to control autistic kids?

Well, it's used for quite a few things.

Ah! Did his mother kill him?

Is that what this is? Murder-suicide?

You know, she's sick of him. She's sick of her life.

Gives him too much of the drugs. Remorse kicks in.

You read about this a lot.

And then she can't live with what she's done.

Single gunshot wound to the head.

I found firearms residue on her hands and clothes.

Well, then, there's no question.

Well, it doesn't mean, in and of itself, that she fired the gun.

It was an enclosed space so there'll be residue throughout the room.

Maybe the overdose was accidental.

I mean, she saw no way out.

Shall we just go through what we know?

The entry point is here and it took very little...

Doesn't this affect you?

It took very little of the front of her head away.

Has your forensics team found the slug?

No.

It wasn't in the bone of the skull?

No.

Then no. Not yet.

There was no sign of forced entry on the ground floor.

There was a window broken in the bedroom.

It could have been the point of entry

but the glass fell on the outside.

Mr Freedman says he has no knowledge of it.

Why isn't the Lyell Centre doing the forensics?

I heard things about your man.

Leave it.

Have you found a gun?

No.

If Rachel was responsible, where was the gun?

Husband comes home, he discovers bodies, is horrified.

He can't accept that his wife might have done that, so...

takes the gun, disposes of it.

And then he breaks a window to make it look like someone broke in.

Most victims know their killers. You've ruled out her husband?

How long do you think they were dead?

More than 36 hours. Rigor had passed, putrefaction had begun.

Mr Freedman was away on a business trip.

Why did he tell me that he didn't want a postmortem?

Well, he loved his wife.

He didn't want her body...

-you know.

-She's dead.

His alibi stands up.

I mean, it could have been a burglary,

but home invasion is very rare.

-She wasn't sexually assaulted?

-No.

Based on the entry wound, could she have pulled the trigger?

Yes, but someone else could have as well, so it's...

You'll have the full postmortem for me soon?

Has her sister spoken to you?

No.

Well, she came to see the bodies.

Anxious to know if we knew how she died

or whether we had any idea who'd done it.

Just seemed odd to ask me rather than ask you.

Haven't identified the body.

Face and fingertips were burnt away by acid.

Might know something later. Bye.

Anne?

-John!

-How are you?

-I'm fine. How are you?

-I'm good. You look absolutely great.

-You look good.

-Are you well?

-I was thinking about you.

Yeah, I was asking around about you actually. Everything OK?

Yeah. Fine!

I heard you got your promotion.

-I hope you're not working too hard.

-Well, you know.

-Are you still with, er...?

-No. Well, yes and no,

but mostly no.

And you?

I'm, er... Yep, same.

-See you.

-Yeah, see you around.

Bugger.

Nikki?

Nikki, have you seen this press release?

I saw it.

CHAIR SQUEAKS

Is it wrong to like things that are familiar?

It's not wrong, is it?

My life has too many moving parts.

It squeaks.

My life?

-The chair.

-Yep.

Needs oil to run smooth.

Now we're talking about my life.

Still the chair.

It's funny how the oddest things can remind you of someone.

I don't want anything in this room to change.

It already has.

When did it arrive?

This morning.

Mousa? I need to see you.

You're making me so hot.

You come that way out of the box, baby.

Come on.

-For Mousa?

-Mm-hmm.

How much does she want?

120.

For a sex tape?

His value goes up if she sticks it on the net.

In the note that came with it, it says she has footage

where he beats the woman up...

-for fun!

-Beats her up?

Not really the family man your sponsors love, is he?

Can I just say, I don't believe my client was involved in...

He makes jokes about religion, then he beats up a woman during sex.

This will wipe out his transfer value.

If people find out about this, we'll never find him another club.

Isaac Dreyfus is toxic!

My Chairman thinks that what Dreyfus has done

is no different than stealing from him.

-What can I do?

-What can you do?

I'll tell you what you do.

You pay her the 120 grand and you find him another club.

(Morning.)

Morning, Papa. How are you?

I am very well.

Grande forme.

Come on in French, Zara - comment ca va?

Comment ca va?

-Grande forme.

-Grande forme.

THEY LAUGH

Mousa's looking for a new club.

It's my own fault.

Where? In England?

France, Germany...

It won't be the Middle East.

What about Zara's school?

What about the nanny? I was going to hire one this week.

They don't stay very long anyway.

Papa! Papa!

Regarde ce que j'ai fait!

Tres beau, Zara! C'est magnifique!

-C'est qui?

-C'est moi!

Unidentified young woman. Caucasian. Mid to late 20s.

Ligature marks around the circumference of the neck

over the thyroid prominence.

Thanks.

'Can we photograph the hands? Thanks.'

Thank you.

-Cocaine?

-Calcium carbonate.

Does that look like a type of ryegrass to you?

Jack, does it look as though my life has had much to do with grass?

Can you send samples over for genetic tests?

The clippings look to be a mix of different types.

And check what kind of grass they use in public parks. Skips?

They look as though they're confined to the South East.

No hard-and-fast rule,

but most of the drivers use Smithy Environmental Services

when they collect in that area.

I'm isolating the lorries that delivered first thing that morning.

And look at the last deliveries the night before as well.

Did you think I wouldn't?

-Their rubbish went out on the midnight barge that night.

-You're sure?

Why don't you trust me, Jack?

The hob was on... There was a pan out, butter in it.

I went upstairs.

She wasn't there so I went to check on Nathan.

I've told you all this over and over.

Why would I want flowers? Why do they send them?

Give the money to a charity.

You weren't worried you hadn't heard from her?

I was gone for three days. I left messages. She knew I was busy.

Did she have trouble coping with your son?

What are you talking about? Nathan was no trouble.

He might have been a little slower and quiet,

but they were joined at the hip.

We found firearms residue on her hand.

-Do you own a firearm?

-Absolutely not.

Be ashamed of yourself for thinking that. Be ashamed.

She loved our son.

They hear the word "autism", I know people think like that,

but shame on you.

You don't like that, do you?

-No.

-You don't get it.

You see, I think it's beautiful.

Rachel thought it was beautiful.

We look at Nathan and we don't see what you see.

We get him.

We think he's beautiful.

Maybe your wife was overly tired.

No.

Did she have help?

We had au pairs, nannies, whatever you want to call them,

to help with Nathan.

But none of them stayed very long. They couldn't cope, I guess.

-The last one quit after a few weeks.

-And Rachel could cope?

Yes. She could cope. She loved our son.

She loved him. She coped.

How often did her sister help her?

Rachel doesn't have a sister.

Hello.

Can I help you?

HE LAUGHS

You weren't really asking if you could help, were you?

-Not really.

-You were asking, "What are you doing in this office?"

-Yeah.

-I'm asking the same thing, but, er,

probably without the same sort of edge.

Thomas Chamberlain.

Consultant Forensic Pathologist.

Jack Hodgson.

You're the new gaffer?

I saw the press release.

You're coming in to, what was it, "restore confidence in the centre".

I didn't know we'd lost anyone's confidence.

-I didn't write it.

-Course not.

Hodgson...? Hmm.

What are you?

Forensic science.

Been at the Lyell Centre 15 months

and accounted for 27% of its profits.

If you say so.

Hello.

Clarissa Mullery, this is Thomas Chamberlain.

Hello, Clarissa.

Hmm. What are you?

Are you kidding me?

Do you know how offensive that is?

-No, not particularly, no.

-You're that insensitive?

I don't consider myself insensitive.

"What are you?"!

-Do you think I'm some sort of monster?

-I'm beginning to.

Clarissa works with me.

Forensic Examiner. That's what she is.

That is what I do. That is not who I am. Two separate things.

I am what I do.

-That must make it easier to keep track of...

-Clarissa Mullery.

You are "insightful, analytical,

and your perspicacity is

"fundamental to the success of the Forensic Science team."

-Who told you that?

-End-of-year assessment.

-You said that?

-I didn't mean it.

I'm confident the torso disfigurement was a result of the lifting claw.

The disfigurement of her face and hands

are a consequence of hydrochloric acid.

To prevent identification?

I can't tell you the motive,

but it could suggest that it was a murder with forethought.

I think that a plastic bag was put over the victim's head -

the marks are where it was tied.

And I observed small pinpoints,

haemorrhages within the sclera of the eyes,

which may be suggestive of asphyxia.

However, I don't think that she was dead

when the acid was poured on her face.

The raised red lines around the acid burns...

as well as evidence of acid burns in her mouth, throat,

oesophagus and airways,

suggest that she was still alive when the acid was thrown in her face,

and she was gasping for breath.

-How could they do this?

-Practically or morally?

Practically - I think that she was drugged and then murdered.

The fluid in her stomach had a high diazepine concentration.

I think that the drug was dissolved in fluid and then ingested.

So she was knocked out, strangled, disfigured.

I haven't had the bloods back but I'm expecting them today.

Morally?

Well, there is no answer, is there?

I will do everything that I can

to help you get the person or people who did this,

and bring them to justice.

-She was drugged?

-Yes.

-Was she raped?

-No.

No?

Then why? Why?

Why would they?

You know the world's a desperate, tragic place

when the fact she wasn't raped is scarier than if she was.

-Oh, Dr Alexander?

-Yes.

Sorry to disturb you.

Thomas Chamberlain?

That's right. I'm replacing Professor Dalton.

No, you're not. You're taking over from him.

Well, actually, I'm, er, I'm taking over from you.

I didn't want the job,

but if you want to say that you're taking over,

if it makes you feel better, then fine.

Knock yourself out.

I saw the press release.

-We're not getting off to a good start.

-No?

The whole team seems to have

some sort of a passive-aggressive thing going on.

It must be very difficult to work together.

-We don't seem to struggle.

-It's just me.

It was that word "replace".

-I need to shower and get changed.

-It wasn't the right word.

Perhaps we could talk about it later?

Unless you're intending to stay here and perv.

That was not an invitation.

Yes. Yes, I got that.

I'm sensitive.

Isaac. Hi.

Hey! Come on in.

-COMMENTARY:

-It's a great strike,

and that's a fantastic goal.

-Isaac?

-You need to speak to the people who make this, Mousa.

I'm much faster than this!

I'm as fast as Bale or Walcott.

-Right?

-Go on, go on.

I mean, seriously, you've got to get them to fix that.

They're disrespecting me, man!

ISAAC!

I was about to score.

-Oh, Jack?

-Hmm?

Can you have a look at the lot number and serial number on these?

We can check them against the EU Register

and find out who they belonged to.

See you.

Yo.

You know Ron McNally from the club?

Yeah.

You helped us with that Twitter stuff right?

-I tried.

-Yeah!

I had like maybe 15,000 death threats.

Yeah. That was funny.

Yeah. Own goal, wasn't it?

I don't know where my brain was on that one.

Must have been the steroids I was taking.

Just messing with you, Mo!

I don't take that shit.

Makes your bollocks shrink and turns you into a monster.

Where's Monica?

Interviewing nannies. Yeah, the last one quit.

She's, er, she's picking an ugly one for me.

What? What is it, Mo?

You have a DVD player?

Serial Number: FR34728.

Lot Number: 10-15-90.

And the lot number is 10-15-90.

We're looking for the name of the patient who received the implants.

The Lyell Centre. London.

Erm, oui. Un moment.

Nikki!

Dr Chamberlain?

European Register of Prostheses.

They want to speak to a doctor.

(They're French.)

Oui. Hallo? Thomas Chamberlain, Docteur de pathologie.

Vous avez le nom.

A oui, un moment.

Eva Liron.

-How much does she want?

-She wants 120,000.

-Is she crazy?

-Do you know her?

-You saw the tape? Of course.

She was an au pair.

120,000?

Don't be so stupid.

The note says she has footage where you beat the woman up.

Oh, yeah? Then show me!

I've never beat up a woman.

-Never.

-I think you should pay.

-You don't believe me?

-They can do things to videos.

And next week, hmm? How much will it be next week? 150? 200?

We're trying to get you a new club. We've lost almost every sponsor.

Then what? Miss a penalty? Get sent off? For a sex tape? Never.

Beating up women doesn't raise your value in the market.

-There's no tape of me beating up a woman.

-Do you want to take a chance?

There's no tape of me beating up a woman because I never did.

Tu comprend ca? Never.

You know I don't care about these things, Isaac. I really don't.

Hey, Mo, why aren't you asking if the club is doing this

to get rid of me? That's what you should be asking.

Oh, that's ridiculous!

The club wants to get rid of me and suddenly...

-..this shows up.

-Nobody wants to see your value drop, Isaac.

This is because of the Twitter. This is the payback.

-I'm not going to listen to this.

-Ron, wait!

-Maybe they knock women around in Riyadh.

-I don't care if...

-Maybe that's how they get off.

-What you do is your business.

-Just get out of my house. All of you.

Get out!

Are you OK?

Yeah. I'm fine. Everything's fine.

MUTED: That sofa's to go. A couple of smaller sofas here...

Rachel Freedman doesn't have a sister.

Who was the woman that came to see her?

She called herself Ruth.

That's all we've got.

Why would she come here?

To get information.

Well, how would she find out

where Rachel's and Nathan's bodies were being kept?

Adam Freedman?

She asked him?

She followed him.

We're working from the theory that Eva Liron's body

was transported to the amenity site by a rubbish truck.

Or a skip. I think it was a skip.

-Yeah, could be either. Both use Smithy Environmental.

-It was a skip.

The rubbish trucks in this area won't collect garden waste.

The public parks use skips.

-The amount of organic material around the body...

-Organic material?

-ALL:

-Grass.

-Right.

..makes me think that it must have come from a large open space,

not a private garden.

Eva's body was in a skip covered by grass,

which prevented its discovery.

And possibly masked any odour

that could have alerted someone to its presence.

So you think the deceased died in a public park?

No.

Clarissa?

This is the approximate catchment area for Smithy Environmental.

There are more than 40 open spaces

that we estimate could account for the volume of grass

we saw at Smithy Environmental.

We had to find a way to narrow the location.

How did we do that, Clarissa?

-We looked at the grass.

-Were we surprised?

We were surprised.

We found that the grass we sampled was a blend of?

Bizet perennial ryegrass,

Verdi perennial ryegrass

and Limousine smooth-stalked meadow grass.

And this combination of grasses is used for?

Professional sports pitches.

-Ah, not parks?

-No.

And we found another substance on the blades of grass.

-A white substance.

-Calcium carbonate, which is...

The white chalk they use to line a pitch.

We checked the list of skips

that had been delivered on the morning the body was found,

and discovered that a skip came from?

Duchess Meadows.

And what is in Duchess Meadows?

You're just showing off.

It's where City have their training ground.

You're a City fan?

Since I was a boy!

LOUD GUNSHOTS

-Hey, Lucy.

-Isaac!

-Sami, you all right?

-Hi.

I need to speak to Mo.

Hi.

Come in.

Pay her.

Hi, it's Nikki.

Bloods on the child, Nathan Freedman. Could you run them again please?

We can get a fresh sample to you. I'd prefer that.

Eliminate any possibility of contamination.

Isaac would like to pay what they want to make this go away.

They gave you details of how to make the transaction?

Your son was difficult to control.

He didn't react well to strangers.

He hit out at them?

Yeah, and might try to bite them if he was very, very scared.

And to you? He was never very, very scared?

Did you use any kinds of drugs to try and calm him down?

No.

No benzodiazepines? Painkillers?

-No!

-Well, just to take the edge off him?

Are you mad?

Would you give your child drugs to calm them down or shut them up

-because you couldn't cope?

-I don't have children.

Which explains the stupidity of your question.

HE PANTS

-Detective Inspector.

-Mr McNally.

-Nice to meet you.

I asked Bazza Numan, one of our groundsmen, to join us.

This way.

25 years with the police, I was.

Can't say I enjoyed every one of them,

but...I am proud of them.

How often do you cut the grass?

Every day. Training ground and stadium.

Sometimes two or three days if it's been raining.

Doesn't grow so fast in the winter.

And you put it in the skip there?

Yep. That's the way they want it done.

Is the gate normally locked?

If the skip pick-up is very early in the morning, they'll...

They'll leave it open.

-CCTV?

-Not here.

Training ground, player areas - of course.

But...here?

"Muriatic."

It's just another name for hydrochloric acid, isn't it?

I don't know, sir.

What do you use it for?

Clean the cement. Gets rid of grime.

You have to wear gloves.

May I speak with Dr Alexander, please?

Hi. Sorry to trouble you.

-Do you know this woman?

-No, sorry.

Could this have disfigured Eva Liron?

The same chemical.

Undiluted, it would be capable of inflicting the injuries we've seen.

Hi. Sorry to trouble you, Mr Dreyfus.

Em, would you mind signing this? For my daughter.

Yeah, sure.

-Thanks. Really appreciate it, mate.

-You're welcome.

Erm... Do you know this woman?

-Why? What happened?

-She was murdered.

No. I'm sorry. I-I don't know her.

Bye.

The clippings are so fine, the body sinks,

gets covered by fertilisers, nitrates -

you know the sort of stuff, snail killer...

-And it's in a confined space.

-The chemicals in the grass

will change the rate of decomposition of the body.

Grass will insulate, but it'll also produce its own heat.

Which could speed things up and cause burns and charring.

But if there's not enough air then it will slow the process.

We're really pinning this down(!)

Hi. Erm, sorry to trouble you, Carlos.

-Do you know this woman?

-Si.

She used to work for Isaac.

Eva Liron's dead.

Dead?

-How did she...?

-She was murdered.

Oh, my God.

I... I have to call Isaac.

-Where is your husband?

-He should be home soon.

-VOICEMAIL:

-'This is Isaac. Leave a message.'

Oh, my God. Is that... Is that Isaac Dreyfus?

THEY WHISPER EXCITEDLY

CAMERA CLICKS

-I have to see Mousa.

-Hey, Isaac. He's not here.

-Where is he?

-I don't know...Sami?

At a meeting?

-Have you tried to call him?

-He's not answering his phone!

I'll...let him know, yeah?

MONICA: She was highly recommended.

Her references were very good.

I... I liked her very much.

And then she just disappeared.

It was strange.

She seemed happy.

I tried to contact her, but she never answered her phone.

She just disappeared.

Why didn't you call the police?

To say what? "Our nanny quit"?

I couldn't even get the police to come

when I thought someone broke into our house.

You OK?

GIGGLING: Yes!

-Sorry, I had to collect Zara.

-Mama!

Police?

Detective Inspector John Leighton.

-City fan?

-Nope.

-Dommage.

-I prefer rugby.

Are you OK to answer a few questions?

Sweetie, why don't you go upstairs and play, OK?

When did you last see Eva Liron?

Um...ten days ago?

Yeah, just... Just before the match in Newcastle.

-And you have a clear memory of it?

-Yeah, of course.

I mean, Monica panicked when Eva didn't show up for work.

My wife had never been to Newcastle before

and she was going to go with me.

But she couldn't come.

No idea who would have wanted to do her harm?

No.

OK. Thank you.

Oh, er...

Forensics believe that her body was dumped at the training ground.

That's why we were there today and why we were asking people

if they'd seen Eva or knew who she was.

Why did you pretend not to know her?

Well, because it made me look guilty

and, um...I'm not guilty.

Yeah, of course.

Do we need a solicitor?

-No. No.

-Should I call my father?

Don't worry. We'll be good.

Are you coming to bed?

I slept with her.

I slept with Eva.

I slept with her and she made a tape.

She was trying to get money from me.

I'm sorry.

How could you do this to us?

How could you be so weak?!

-In my bed?

-No. A hotel. An away match.

She followed you to a match?!

-Did you...?

-No! Of course not!

I-I didn't know she was dead until today.

I was going to pay her...

Monica! You have to believe me!

SHE SOBS

Oh, baby...

-Do you love me?

-Oui.

I'm sorry.

Oh. Nice. Every girl should have one.

Every girl secretly wants to be a WAG.

Yeah. Why wouldn't you?

Let your whole existence be defined by a bloke.

Excuse me, please.

Ah. Come in.

Well, what do you think?

I think it's, er...amazing

and marks you out as a man of incredible taste and vision.

-Do you think she meant that?

-Absolutely.

Right.

Do you think Isaac Dreyfus has anything to do with it?

I need evidence. I need motive.

How many nannies do you know with a...?

Breast augmentation.

That just trips off the tongue. How many?

-What's your point?

-There isn't always one.

-You think Eva Liron targeted him?

-OK. She pursues him.

Probably just for fun at first.

She gets him to sleep with her. She decides, "That was easy."

"I'd like the rest of that lifestyle as well."

He says, "No". She threatens to blow up his life.

He kills her.

A bleak world-view.

He's 26, right? For each one of those years,

he's been told he's marvellous, special.

He doesn't know what's right or wrong. He just does.

-Although the cliche is attractive...

-It's a cliche

because we all know it happens.

Now, his window of opportunity is limited

because he travels so much.

So I need you to be very precise about Eva Liron's time of death.

Trying to estimate her time of death won't be easy.

She will have died at least a week ago.

There are no fly eggs on the body

and there is evidence of putrefaction,

marbling along blood vessels...

Can we get within a day?

I need... I need to be able to limit any alibi...

A day is fairly exact...

Oh, we should be able to do that.

We presume that she was murdered at the training ground,

but we don't know.

The environment in the skip is moist,

but we don't know how long it was in the skip.

The acid will have caused a rise in temperature...

We can play with the information we've got

and give the Detective Inspector what he needs, can't we?

You have the skills and resources, don't you, Dr Alexander?

I'll be at my desk.

Magistrate's given us a warrant to search his house.

-Thanks for your time.

-Thank you.

Jack?

Did I say something...?

She doesn't "play with information" and she doesn't lie.

Asking if she "had the skills"?

You're lucky you can still pee standing up.

Great leadership, by the way. Restored my confidence.

-What's going on?

-Morning, Mrs Dreyfus.

I have a warrant to search your house.

Sergio, you take upstairs. Peter, in there.

James, Eddie - kitchen.

Oh, come on! Why are you doing this? Why?

-Monica.

-Zara, come on. Let's watch TV, OK?

Mousa!? Where are you?

The police are here searching my house.

Call me back.

You're just trying to make yourself famous.

-Huh? Is that what it is?

-Yeah, it was always my dream.

-Oh...

-C'est pour moi, tout ca?

-Mm-hm...

-Hey! Stop it!

-Detective Leighton! Stop that.

Can you...? Yeah. Thanks.

Detective Leighton, you need to see this.

I didn't kill her.

Are you listening? I didn't kill her.

Monica, call your father!

REPORTER: Isaac! Isaac!

REPORTERS YELL

-You know each other?

-Yep.

-Yeah.

I needed to see both of you.

His father says they didn't use drugs.

Some families don't.

He admitted that Nathan could be violent

and strike out at strangers.

Well, I don't think that the presence of benzodiazepine in Nathan's bloods

has anything to do with his autism.

The cocktail of anti-psychotic drugs and painkillers

used to kill Nathan Freedman

is the same as those found in the bloods of Eva Liron.

It may not mean anything, but it is highly unusual.

I can't explain it, but...

I think you may be looking for the same killer.

Well, we've already got a suspect.

Mousa Rashid's dead.

I'm not all the things you think I am.

-I didn't kill the girl.

-I'm not the one who'll judge you.

Please! I don't know what to do. I'm so scared.

I need more physical evidence.

I need you two to step up.

How have we not stepped up?

-Leighton called. Says Jack assaulted him.

-What?

She allows herself to be photographed but leaves no DNA and no prints.

Someone went through my files

and photocopied a highly confidential document.

And you think that was me?

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