Season 5 | Episode 1

♪ ♪ MAN (on radio): A recent discovery.

Remains found in a house in Hammersmith.

JESSICA: My name is DCI Jessica James.

I am aware of the boots that I'm filling.

SUNNY: If there's an exit wound, then somewhere, there's going to be a bullet.

What did you do?

JESSICA: I don't intend to run this team like she did, D.I.

Khan.

Case is closed.

I'd say it's game on.

Game on, indeed.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (hammers pounding, metal clanking) MAN: Watch your backs.

Yeah, it's, uh, feels like it's about three, four feet up?

Just on or past the smoke shelf.

Could it be a squirrel or a rat?

Feels way bigger than that.

(grunts) (chuckling): We had a fox up one the other day.

Must have got right up on the roof and then... (object moves, soot falls) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ All we do is ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ I've been upside down ♪ ♪ I don't wanna be the right way round ♪ ♪ Can't find paradise on the ground ♪ ♪ ♪ (cars passing, siren wailing in background) Sir.

Sorry, miles away-- uh, how much was that?

£4.80, please.

(cellphone ringing) Excuse me.

Hey, Fran.

FRAN (on phone): Hey, boss.

I've just had a call from Hammersmith nick, who have found suspected human remains on their patch.

SUNNY: Right.

They found them in a chimney flue; they think they've been there a while.

Okay, well, text me the address, I'll be right there.

Should I call DCI James?

Oh, yeah, wow, it's today, isn't it?

Uh, yeah, I guess you should.

Okay.

I'll see you there in an hour, then?

Okay, good stuff-- thanks, Fran.

♪ ♪ WOMAN: Hi, can I have a... (birds chirping) I didn't mean to tell you like this, Jess.

Mm.

(chuckles) You had a plan?

No, I mean... (kids playing in distance, toy beeping) Who?

Doesn't matter who.

Oh, it does, does to me.

(doorbell rings) (calls): Magda!

It's her day off.

Do you want me to... No.

(quietly): No.

(footsteps pound upstairs) Kids!

(clears throat) Come.

(footsteps pound, kids laughing) Got everything?

Susan's here.

(door opens) Hey, Susan.

There you go, all right, they're ready.

See you later, lads.

You're a life saver.

I'll see you Thursday, love to Tim.

Bye, boys.

(door shuts) (chuckles) I literally start my new job in 54 minutes.

How could you do this?

I'm really sorry.

But like I said, love... Don't call me "love."

Okay, well, um...

I've got to go, or I'll miss my train.

You're not seriously still going.

Oh, I've gotta go, it's a massive client... No-- no, no, no, no.

You need to tell me who, and you need to tell me why.

I'll call you this evening, okay?

No.

You're not going.

Please.

No, you're not going.

Jessie!

Jess!

You owe me that much at least!

Jess!

Jess!

Jess, please, let me go.

I'll call you this evening.

I'm really sorry.

(keys rattle, door opens) (door shuts) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (speaking Polish): (in English): Six kisses.

(speaking Polish): But four hugs today.

What's the rate again?

Two hugs to one kiss today, so, actually, you're two up on the deal.

I'm up on the deal.

(both chuckle softly, Klaxon blares) KAROL: SCOTT: So, if you look here, it's hard to make stuff out clearly, but that mass you're looking at there is about...

Here, sitting on the smoke shelf.

JESSICA: Why don't we just take the breast off?

Oh, morning, ma'am.

Morning, nice to see you again.

Uh, this is DS... Can we take this wall off?

PAUL: We're not taking the breast down.

Sorry, who are you?

The man who owns the room you're standing in.

Right, well, sorry, but I own this scene now, so...

I mean, is there a way of getting the body out and keeping it intact without removing the wall?

Not guaranteed, no.

Okay, better get some Acrows up, then.

Hang on, can we... Where's the body part?

LEANNE: Over here, ma'am.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (ship horn blaring) ♪ ♪ (chuckles) No!

No!

No!

Let go!

Help!

Help!

Help!

(shop bell chiming) MAN: Oi!

(breathing heavily) (entering number on phone) So, obviously, the footage already suggests there's more up there, but also this.

These are bite marks.

My guess is that that's how the leg came to be separated.

Bite marks from...?

Rats, I'd guess.

Right.

So, first glance, it is small.

Adult small or child small?

Could be a child.

Okay, so...

Obvious question, could it be Victorian?

That's the obvious question?

Child in a Victorian chimney?

Dick Van Dyke's little brother, you mean?

Just a thought.

Okay, um... Do you want a lift back to the nick?

We could talk, hm?

(footsteps retreating) (chuckles softly) FRAN: Got a couple of questions, if you don't mind.

Yeah.

♪ ♪ He had a mask, uh, he had his hood up.

PARAMEDIC: All set, she's in.

And you completed when?

Uh, about two months ago.

Okay.

And the previous owners?

A developer.

He was gonna turn it into some flats, but he went bankrupt 'cause of COVID.

Right.

He'd bought it in a probate sale.

Okay.

Some long-running family will dispute, I think.

And, by the time I got it, it'd been unoccupied for maybe five years?

And was it secure, do you know, during that time, when it was unoccupied?

I don't know.

One of the neighbors said something about some squatters at some point, but you'd need to speak to them.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (engine stops) Sorry, I, uh, sort of forgot you were there.

Why, thank you.

Listen, um, D.I.

Khan, all I wanted to say was that I am aware of the boots that I'm filling, and I sincerely hope to do her, and all of her team, justice.

Yeah, of course.

(car door shuts) (sighs) (keys jingling) Large bottle of Vladvosa, please, boss, and 40 reds.

♪ ♪ Here you go.

(beeps) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (phones ringing, people talking softly) So, this is it.

Uh, obviously, it's been cleared of all her, um... Well, we've already had two interim DCIs here, so there shouldn't be too many ghosts.

So, I thought we'd have a proper briefing with the team once we got the body out and know what we're dealing with.

Sounds good.

But, full disclosure, I don't intend to run this team like she did.

Okay.

I mean, this, this has obviously become the go-to team for historical cases now, which is great, but these cases have hoovered up ridiculous amounts of resources that I believe could be better spent elsewhere.

Right.

As does Superintendent Andrews, I should say.

(inhales): So if this body does turn out to be, um, your sweep, or 30 years old, maybe even 20, I'm afraid I'd give it minimal time.

I'd rather we spend our always-limited resources on the murders that happen today.

Obviously, I would advocate that we can do both.

That two opposing ideas can co-exist in the same world.

In the same ideal world, yeah, maybe.

But, um, we don't live in an ideal world, do we?

Is there anything else?

Uh, not for now, no, thanks.

(door closes) (people talking in background) (exhales deeply) (calling out) STEVE (on recording): Hi, I'm sorry I can't take your call.

Please leave a message.

(voicemail beeps) ♪ ♪ (sirens wailing) (door opens) RASHID: Tony.

Never had you down as a Grauniad man.

No one's more surprised than me, Rash.

How are you?

I was rather hoping you'd tell me that.

Come on through.

So, if this is a secondary, given my history... What's the likelihood there are, in fact, multiple growths?

Every case is different, of course.

But, yes, it's possible.

Percentages?

I don't want to talk about percentages, Tony.

We're getting ahead of ourselves.

We still need more scans, and then we'll, we'll see where we are then.

♪ ♪ Service!

(pans clanging, people talking in background) Table six!

I'm so sorry.

If you haven't booked, we're totally full tonight.

Two chana dal, one mushroom raclette, one akara.

EBELE: Next available Saturday night is looking like June now.

SERVER: Here you go.

(customers talking in background) Thank you so much.

WOMAN: Thank you, bye.

MAN: Cheers.

We'll see you again soon, yeah?

(sighs deeply) How was that?

How is it ever?

Don't know how you do it.

(lighter clicks) Do you want to do ten minutes on tomorrow?

(exhales) Nope.

Please?

We can do it in the car on the way up.

It's a three-hour drive.

It'd just be so nuts to go unprepared, though, you know.

It's you they'll want to hear talk, anyway.

I'm just the talent, darling.

(chuckles) (laughs) (dishes clattering) ♪ ♪ SAL (on phone): I mean, maybe all she's saying is that if you do have to prioritize-- and I guess, sadly, these days you do-- maybe it's better to be living in the here and now a bit more.

Not looking back so much.

Well, I don't like her.

Uh, they've got the body out.

I'll drive.

Gotta go.

Are you still good for dinner tonight?

Uh, yeah.

'Cause then I'm away on the team jolly for two nights.

Yeah, sure.

7:30?

SUNNY: Yeah, see you then, love you.

(exhales deeply) (door creaks shut) (exhales, elevator dings) (buzzer sounds) (multiple locks turning) All right.

All right, boss?

Cheers, man.

♪ ♪ (siren wailing in distance) (sighs, seatbelt clicks) ♪ ♪ Stupid question-- I'm sure-- it is female?

It is.

JESSICA: Any obvious signs of trauma to the body?

Again, it's hard to say yet.

It wasn't easy getting her out, and I need to try and work out what damage is what.

What about age, roughly?

LEANNE: The cartilage I can see, on the leg, has turned to bone, so she's older than late 20s, and again, from what I can see, there's no evidence of arthritic degeneration, so I'd guess somewhere between 30 and maybe 60?

Obviously, dental tests will give me more of an accurate picture.

She's small for an adult.

She is tiny-- no more than four-nine, four-ten, I'd guess.

Wearing any underwear?

LEANNE: No.

There were no shoes, no socks?

LEANNE: Nothing else on her at all for I.D.

purposes.

DNA comparison's gonna be hard, too.

The tissue's very degraded.

SUNNY: And this discoloration on her dress is what?

It's body fluids, I'd guess, and soot.

From a fire or from the sides of the flue?

Very uneven-- if it were from a fire, I'd expect it to be all over.

The owner around?

Uh, yeah, he's... Um, Mr. Bradley?

(clears throat) PAUL: Hi.

Hi-- when I came earlier, there were some battening marks on the chimney breast.

Yes.

And it was like that when you bought it, or....

Uh, no, no, the whole breast was covered in plasterboard.

We exposed the fireplace.

Okay, thanks.

FRAN: Thanks.

What are you thinking?

Don't know.

I'm just wondering if the plasterboard was specifically put up to make sure no one ever looked up there.

By whoever put her up there.

JESSICA: Yeah-- would explain why there's not more soot on her.

(inhales) And so then I'm thinking building regs.

My, um, husband works construction, so I know that regulations change with the wind, and then I'm wondering if we might be able to date the plasterboard based on its chemical components.

Yeah, that's a good shout.

So yeah, let's, um, try and date the board, uh, and if it's cheap and easy, the same with the dress, 'cause that... (cellphone ringing) ...that looks old to me, like '30s, '40s old.

And then hopefully... (ringing continues) ...if we can prove that, we can get her off the books quickly.

Thanks, guys.

(ringing continues) (ringing stops) Hi, Mum-- yeah, just hang on one sec.

Heya.

Hi, love, I just got your message.

Everything okay?

Uh, not really, no.

(keys rattling) My, uh, dirtbag husband's been having an affair.

(car alarm chirps) (sighs): Uh, ask Kaz to find all the owners going back to...

The war?

♪ ♪ Salut!

(man responds in French) (jet engine roaring overhead) ♪ ♪ (phone beeps and chirps) (chirps) (seatbelt clicks) (brake releases) (keys jangling) ♪ ♪ (traffic humming) (woman speaking French) (man and woman arguing in French) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds cawing, dogs barking) Cher?

CHERYL (faintly): In here.

(sniffs) Did you get it?

Yeah, and some food.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (hisses in breath) ♪ ♪ (exhales softly) (inhaling) EBELE: Well, the menus will be on their desks already when they walk in, so they can look at them while I'm doing the general hello and intro.

Sorry, remind me when I set up?

Dave, I've literally just been through that.

The pitch is at 1:00.

Yeah, I know.

But we're allowed in the room from 12:00.

Got it.

And don't forget, you've got a haircut at 9:00.

I won't forget.

And these.

Yeah, all right.

I just need you to play your part.

I will.

I promise.

I will.

♪ ♪ And has he rung back?

Briefly.

He had a dinner meeting, he said he didn't want to talk about it on the phone, and we'd discuss it properly when he got back.

Like we were discussing whether to buy a new bloody sofa or something.

(sighs) Have you told your sister?

Maybe she could come and stay for a few days.

Yeah, I left a message, but she hasn't rung back yet.

(sighing): I mean, what am I gonna do, Mum?

You know, I'm not, I'm not the type of person who can forgive this sort of crap.

Well, I don't know, maybe I, maybe I can forgive it, but I certainly can't forget it.

(sighing): Which means we'll never be able to get back to any kind of normal.

Even if he wanted to, which I'm not even sure he does, judging by this morning.

Which means we're done.

Yeah.

What I thought was my... (chuckles) ...totally normal, happy marriage, until ten hours ago, is over.

Just like that.

(sighs) And if it is, if this really is it, I think I'm gonna have to resign.

Get something more nine-to-five, less pressured, or... Take leave, or something.

I just... (groans) First time in my life, don't know what to do.

♪ ♪ It was a two-and-a-half very unhappy years, Mum.

REBECCA (on phone): Rubbish, and why on Earth you resigned?

Well, I kind of think I'm best placed to know how I felt.

After three years at uni and God knows how many thousands of pounds...

Okay, can we move on, please?

'Cause, you know, touchy subject.

How's, uh, how's Dad, how was the trip?

Good.

He's home now, but everyone was fine.

Your uncle's moving back, apparently.

What, to Krakow?

Wants a nice Polish girl.

(exhales): He's 59.

On which subject... Amazingly, I'm still single, just like yesterday.

(sighs): I've spoken to your father about this and, um, well, we both think we know where you're going wrong.

Bliss.

Off you go, then-- could do with a kip.

I think you need to be more realistic.

(people talking in background) So... Tony Hume serving now to stay in the match.

(people talking in background) (grunts) (groans loudly) (ball rolling) Well played, young man.

You, too, old man.

(laughs) But I shall be demanding a rematch, so you better get practicing, mm?

YASMIN: What are you like?

Show me a good loser, and I'll show you a loser, Yasmin.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I'll call you on the application for funding this week.

Okay.

Having a drink with a mate who vets them Tuesday.

So, uh, fingers crossed, huh?

♪ ♪ (water pouring) Here we are.

Not hungry.

You got to eat, Cher, man.

You haven't eaten since Monday.

(exhales): Where's the rest of the gear?

Not until you've eaten something.

(cellphone audio playing) (woman screaming on phone) (dramatic music playing on phone) (food bubbling) (burner stops) (ringing out) (birds squawking) (cellphone ringing) (ringing, vibrating) (phone stops) ♪ ♪ Cher.

Oh, Christ's sake, Cher, man, how much you taken?

Cher, wake up, wake up.

(enters number) DISPATCHER (on phone): Emergency service.

I need an ambulance, please-- fast.

I think my girlfriend's overdosed.

(car unlocks) (quietly): Oh, no.

(ringing out) Hello?

SUNNY (on phone): Sal, I'm so sorry.

What happened?

I was working late on the case, I forgot my phone in the car.

I'm really sorry.

Right.

What did you cook?

Nothing special-- there's a bowl for you in the fridge if you're still hungry.

Definitely, I'm, I'm leaving right now.

Yeah, I will be asleep.

I've got that Leeds things tomorrow.

7:00 train, so, um... Yeah, yeah, of course, of course, I...

I'm sorry again.

No problem.

I love you.

Love you, too.

(call ends, tone beeps) (places phone down) ♪ ♪ (car locks) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (keys jangling) ♪ ♪ (keys jangling) (Karol exhales) KAROL and ELISE (in French): FRAN: So the main label says "Delmuir," which I've researched, and which was a fairly well-known couture label just after the war.

Right.

Uh, yeah, had a shop in Kensington from 1946 to 1962, till they went out of business.

Okay, um, sorry, you said, "Main label."

Yeah, there's, uh, another, smaller label on the hem, which says "Shaper"?

And that's what?

A sub-brand or a line or...?

Yeah, I guess.

Okay, just check out that small label, would you, Fran?

Hey, good work.

So, um, it looks like the dress is from the '40s or '50s.

And the plasterboard?

Still waiting on that.

Okay-- sorry, you were saying?

Yes, so, no obvious cause of death as yet.

Hope to get more when I open her up.

In terms of her age, a good few teeth are missing, but dentine thickness suggests an age somewhere between late 20s and early 40s.

Wasn't that unusual, even back then, for someone so young to have lost so many teeth?

Not particularly.

No fluoride in the water, poor dental hygiene, poverty.

SUNNY: And the height?

Four-ten, four-11.

Could that be poverty-- malnourishment, I mean?

There's no signs of that in the bones.

And there does seem to be very little subcutaneous tissue, even taking into accounts the postmortem changes, so, I'd say she was pretty skinny.

And ethnicity?

No clear indicators, I'm afraid.

In terms of more specific I.D., we could possibly retrieve fingerprints with some new hydration techniques the labs have developed.

They're quite pricey, but... JESSICA: Um...

I'm sorry, I'm just gonna stop you right there.

I mean, obviously, we can revisit once we get the plasterboard results, but if they confirm we are looking at a body from 70 or 80 years ago, we're not gonna be retrieving fingerprints.

Okay.

Agreed?

Absolutely-- though one thing I would throw in.

Could the dress be a vintage buy?

It's quite a thing these days, apparently.

Hm, big on your vintage, are you?

(chuckling): No, just... What's, uh, what's the name of the officer handling the plasterboard tests?

That's D.S.

Boulting, ma'am.

Okay, maybe I'll chase that one myself, but thanks for now, guys.

Sorry, one last detail.

She has a C-section scar.

Oh.

Yeah, it's slightly concealed by her position, but... That there is the edge of a Caesarean scar.

(exhales) Right.

So if the dress is, say, 1950s, and she had a kid in her mid-20s in the 1930s, then conceivably, her child could still be alive.

Okay, useful to know-- thank you.

♪ ♪ (door opens) (door shuts) All I am asking, all I want to know is, are you still seeing her?

STEVE (on phone): I'm just gonna say the same thing, Jess.

Can we speak tomorrow, properly, when I'm back?

I don't want to speak when you're back, I... Jess, your signal is terrible, you keep cutting out.

This is not the way to do this.

You know what?

No.

I, I mean it, you either, you tell me now, or you don't come back.

Jessie.

Jess...

I mean it, Steve.

Either tell me now if it's over with whoever this woman is, or you'll, you'll find a suitcase on the doorstep when you do come back.

Steve.

(phone clicks) Steve?

(tone beeping) (sighs) (exhales) (keys rattling) Okay, best vegan dish I think I've ever tasted.

DAVE (chuckles): Thank you.

And this is not just a one-off.

I've eaten there maybe more than a dozen times, and every meal has been as good as this one.

So look, we're interested-- you did a great presentation.

Bele, you'd done your homework on us, on the business.

I like your branding.

I like you-- both.

The big question is, can we scale you?

My worry is that what we most like about you-- the food, the brand, the unique feel-- is innately tied to the fact that you are a tiny little business doing 30 covers on a busy night.

SEEMA: Would it work doing 3,000 a night over ten sites?

Well, we think it would.

Good.

Uh, we think if you... And what do you think, Dave?

EBELE: Well, he agrees, so... TAI: Can we just let Dave answer?

I don't underestimate how hard it'll be to recreate some of what we do at scale.

My sort of food is labor- and ingredient-intensive, and that costs, so... (stammering): So, yeah, it is a challenge.

But one that we feel we can and will overcome.

Indeed.

EBELE: Because, let me tell you, we've both overcome so much more than that to get here today.

So, please, believe in us.

You know, we do.

WOMAN (on radio): The rather painful truth is that the electorate in very many Western democracies have now become entirely disengaged from politics.

They no longer believe the system can positively influence their lives, and instead view politicians simply as figureheads, as vague representations of, often, their baser instincts.

(coughing, sputtering) WOMAN: And so, the idea that a prime minister would ever need to offer any kind of moral leadership these days... (Tony exhales) ...well, it's for the birds, I'm afraid.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ I was just being honest!

No one is interested in honesty, David!

People are interested in passion, in self-belief, in ambition-- they wanna know that, of course, it's going to be hard, but that we 100% believe that it is totally achievable.

Look, just lie, like the rest of us.

Sorry, I obviously don't find it as easy as you do.

Oh, hilarious.

(quietly): I wasn't joking.

It's like you, you don't even want to be successful!

We already are successful, Bele!

What I don't share is your desire to make everything bigger.

Oh, right, well, that certainly explains why you were living in a tent when I met you.

Classy.

And why I've had to bankroll you for the last three years.

(laughing): You've had to bankroll me?

Yeah, sure you have!

Yeah.

Right, are we not even allowed to mention all the times I've had to... (muted) up!

Bele!

I will not be spoken to like that!

I'll crash the car, for God's... (tires screeching) (horn honking) David?

David, what are you doing?!

David, please!

♪ ♪ So, our spinster of the parish... Mm, mm-hmm.

...Hazel Dunmore, died...

Uh, 2015.

And bought the house in 1979... Mm.

...from John and Mary Garton.

Yeah, who were the polar opposite-- they raised five kids there.

And they, in turn, bought the house in 1947.

So, uh... (sighs): If we're saying the dress is late '40s, earliest... Mm.

...then let's leave out anyone before the Gartons.

I mean... (exhales) Obviously, anything's possible, but... (exhales) Having a woman in a chimney in a house with five kids doesn't seem like a likely scenario.

Yeah, but, ditto our spinster.

True, although... JESSICA: What are you doing?

Uh, just going through the history of the house, ma'am.

Why?

The dress was '40s, we know that.

Well, we know it was made in the 1940s.

That doesn't necessarily mean that... And the plasterboard was made sometime between 1951 and 1967.

I just got the results.

Right.

This isn't therapy, D.I.

Khan.

This isn't your chance to somehow...

I don't know, look, I am very sorry for the woman who died, but it was at least 55 bloody years ago, probably more, so, case is closed.

As of now.

♪ ♪ (mouthing) ♪ ♪ (exhales) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (exhales) (keys clacking) ♪ ♪ (dog barking) (barking) ♪ ♪ What'd you do that for, man?

I've told you so many times.

Sorry.

Let me tell you how much you can have.

You ain't got a clue, Cher.

Come on, let's get you home, huh?

(siren wailing in distance) EMMA: Listen, I'm not excusing Will's behavior at all-- it's bad manners, apart from anything else-- but I do also find myself asking why these young ladies drink so much.

Maybe I should have a word with him.

And the school.

Their response needs to be proportionate.

Tea?

Hm.

Everything okay?

Yes, fine, just a bit tired-- sorry.

(keys clacking) (keys clacking) (keys clacking) FRAN: It wasn't "Shaper," it was "Snaper."

Sorry?

The other label on the victim's dress.

I had it... (quietly): Go on.

I had it stuck through a spectrograph, and it's actually "Snaper."

And "Snaper & Co." is a vintage shop that opened in early 2010.

No.

Just come from there, and they've confirmed that is their label.

Here's the zinger: did a search on their website, and found the actual dress.

The actual dress?

Yep.

It's the only Delmuir one they've ever had, and it sold for £29.99 at their Portobello store in early June 2016.

How was it paid for?

Debit card.

So, unless someone redressed a corpse, our victim died no more than six years ago.

Then I'd say it's game on.

Game on, indeed.

♪ ♪ Call the bank, see if they can identify these card details.

And Fran, you're a star-- bloody star.

♪ ♪ (keys clacking) ♪ ♪ (birds squawking) (calling out) JEN (on phone): Hey, Bele, how are you doing?

I'm gonna have a drink, Jen.

I'm gonna have a... large vodka, and then another one, and that's, that's just how it is.

Right.

And if that's what you think you need to do, go for it.

Just, before you do, have you got five minutes to tell me what's happened?

(sobbing): I hit him again!

(sniffles) I hit him really hard!

(sobbing) So how do we explain the plasterboard, then?

I've no idea, but that's part of the job description, isn't it?

I mean... (exhales) Obviously, the bit that you had tested was from 50 years ago, but maybe they put a new bit over the original opening.

I mean, from what I can remember from the house, the board was in a thousand pieces on the floor.

Maybe you just picked the wrong bit.

(chuckles): So, it was my fault, was it?

It's nobody's "fault," DCI James.

Just, just the way it goes sometimes.

But we move forward now, yes?

I mean, six years.

Did you apply for this job, D.I.

Khan?

No.

But it was offered it to me, multiple times.

In fact, they begged me.

(door shuts) ♪ ♪ (door shuts) (door creaks) ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) (exhales) (hits counter lightly) (clears throat) (exhales) (door slamming) (exhales, sniffs) (click) ♪ ♪ SUNNY: If she was shot in that house, there's gonna be blood.

Lots.

STEVE: We both need a bit of time apart.

SUNNY: One last thing.

Do you recognize it at all?

I'll do the talking, D.I.

Khan.

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