MUSIC: "Clearly" by Grace VanderWaal
♪ There's a world outside my door ♪
♪ I don't know it anymore ♪
♪ I'm gonna stay here now ♪
♪ Take a breath and say a prayer ♪
♪ Find the strength in my despair ♪
♪ It's not gonna take me down ♪
♪ I can see clearly now ♪
♪ The rain has gone ♪
♪ I accept all the things that I cannot change ♪
♪ It's gonna be a bright... ♪
♪ ...bright sunshiny day ♪
MOUSE SQUEAKS
DOT: Oh God, it's grim down here.
Hm, like the stuff that lurks in cups under Flick's bed.
DOT LAUGHS She still hasn't gone home yet then?
Ah, she's claimed asylum.
Don't pretend you're not thrilled.
HE LAUGHS
MONITOR BEEPS
Hydrogen sulphide levels are rising.
DOT SIGHS
MAGGY: High enough exposure to hydrogen sulphide
and they're looking at cortical pseudolaminar necrosis.
Which in English means?
Brain cell death.
Not unlike the kind experienced by loved up teenagers.
Well, actually, experiments show that sex causes neurogenesis
which improves cognition.
That's only been proven in rats.
WOLFE: Christ on a bike!
MAN LAUGHS
I call her Sharon, after me ex-wife.
- WOLFE: She's a stunner. - MAN CHUCKLES
DOT: Not the kind of girl you'd take home though.
MAN: Not with these gas issues.
WOLFE: Where is it?
- MAN: Just on the left here. - MONITOR BEEPS
MAN: I didn't touch it.
Any chance of you actually putting those masks on?
WOLFE: Hey, would you mind?
MAN: Hold this.
HE GRUNTS
HE SCREAMS
DOT: It's alright! It's alright! It's alright!
MAN SCREAMS
DOT: It's alright! You're alright, mate.
You're alright.
It's alright. Calm down, calm down.
MAN SCREAMS
DOT SIGHS Well that could have gone better.
WOLFE: Yeah.
DOMINIQUE: Just leaving now.
I'd say at least an hour, hour and a half?
- WOLFE: Dot? - Yeah?
Do you need a hand?
Aha, bless. Little bit of dad humour there.
Well done, very good.
When they say "dad joke", they just mean bad joke.
There's only one thing worse than finding a rat in your fatberg.
So gross.
I think we can safely say that it didn't die of natural causes.
You'd better tell Betsy we're dealing with a double homicide.
THEY LAUGH
BETSY: Apparently the body parts were found in this section here.
Which is fed by each of these sewer lines in turn.
So the victim could've been dropped down a manhole
in an area spanning half of Manchester.
BETSY: That's about the size of it.
DOT CHUCKLES Wow.
- It's like Stonehenge, but made of shit. - WOLFE SMIRKS
Something for our third year students to get their teeth into.
STEVE: Cheer up, Dominique, it might never happen.
My partner's a nut job, so it already has.
Partner?
HE GROWLS
Er, Megan?
- Fox's sake, Steve. - HE LAUGHS
Right, let's see what we've got before Maxine cuts him into pieces.
Well, someone's already beaten her to it, but minus his left hand, he's all there.
WOLFE: Unlike our perpetrator who I'm guessing probably isn't.
- DOMINIQUE: He makes Steve look tanned. - STEVE: Oi!
WOLFE: He's been saponified.
He's basically soap. What do we know?
This is 28-year-old Sol James whose DNA is helpfully on police record
thanks to a 2014 conviction for shoplifting.
- Ligature marks. - DOT: Oh, and um...
Oh, God.
Extensive blunt force trauma.
- WOLFE: I can see a rainbow. - Ah!
DOMINIQUE: A rainbow?
MAGGY: A bruise is caused when capillaries are damaged and leak blood.
As the body reabsorbs the constituent parts of that blood
the bruise changes colour.
And when we see bruising of several different colours
we know that the bruises were caused at different times which is a red flag for...
DOMINIQUE: Domestic violence.
WOLFE: And signs of domestic violence on a corpse is a red flag for...
Spousal murder.
WOLFE: Roses are red, violets are blue...
ALL: All these colours at once suggest your spouse killed you.
Catchy. SHE LAUGHS
- Sol James's husband is a Mr David West. - West?
Very popular name for psychopaths.
- Name one other than Fred. - Rose.
BETSY: Mr West?
It must be a terrible shock.
Is there someone you can call?
How can you be certain it's him?
DNA analysis. Sol's profile is on the police database.
I want to see him.
I'm not sure that's a good idea right now.
Perhaps you're right. I mean...
I'm in bits.
I just want to use your bathroom if you don't mind.
BETSY: I hope you don't mind me asking, Mr West
but why didn't you report Sol missing?
Four weeks is a long time.
Not for Sol.
He was always going AWOL.
Usually after a row.
He always came back eventually.
BETSY: Did you ever hit him?
What?
There were some marks. On Sol's back.
Bollocks.
SEXUAL GROANS
I guess grief affects everyone differently.
BETSY: This is a video of Sol and David doing entirely consensual...
rough stuff to each other.
DAVID: His idea, not mine.
Took some convincing, I can tell you.
WOLFE: Each to their own.
PHONE CHIMES - DAVID: Sorry, that's me.
SEXUAL GROANS
It's from Sol.
You said he was dead.
BETSY: What does it say?
- "Missing you. Home soon for meatloaf." - Meatloaf?
SOL ON VIDEO: Meat loaf! Meat loaf!
It's our safe word.
Did Sol have fingerprint lock on his phone?
Er, yes.
And he was left-handed?
How do you know?
He didn't look the type.
- What? For kinky sex or murder? - Either!
One isn't indicative of the other, you know?
The historical bruises were our probable cause.
That video's just torpedoed our grounds for a search.
Well luminol didn't show any blood in the bathroom anyway.
But if he was clued up enough to use the right saw
he might also know to use oxygenated bleach.
You did sneaky luminol?
What do you think I've got in the bag Betsy? My gym kit?
- Plausible deniability, Wolfe. - HE CHUCKLES
So the last text that definitely came from Sol
was taken at 23:46 on the night he left home.
We know it was him, because it included a photo.
Right, that might at least explain some of the five DNA profiles
we found on Sol's body, mostly sweat and saliva.
Interestingly we also found traces of sodium borate
it's a chemical that's found in strong detergents.
Maybe an attempt by the killer to clean away evidence.
Historically, Sol misspells the word "you're"
as "your".
But in the texts that are sent later
both types of "your" are always used correctly.
It seems that our killer knows that good grammar
is the difference between knowing your shit
and everyone knowing you're shit.
Good speller, knows his way around freezer bags and detergent.
If this guy wasn't a homicidal maniac, he would be a keeper.
WOLFE: How are we coming along on finding the crime scene?
Er, aluminium oxide. It's a chemical that's used in sandblasting.
- So, he was in the vicinity of building work. - Mm.
It hardly leads us to a crime scene.
Half of Manchester are getting loft conversions.
What if we're not looking for a crime scene but where he was first?
Maybe we should phone all the clubs on the list of Sol's haunts
to see if any of them were having building work when Sol disappeared.
You think like a cop.
- Are you sure you're not undercover? - THEY CHUCKLE
No.
It's just a joke.
Dad joke. Bad joke. But it's a very good idea.
Let's divvy the list and start phoning.
KNOCK ON DOOR
I'm DCI Betsy Chambers, and this is my colleague Wolfe Kinteh.
We'd like to have a chat with you
about the opening night after your refurbishment.
That was weeks ago.
DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
BETSY: Can you roll it on a bit?
See if we can find out if he left with anyone.
MAN: I can do. But he didn't.
Remember the comings and goings of all the punters, do you?
I remember his. He's a frequent flyer.
What? As in he comes to this club a lot?
As in, he gets pissed, and I make him fly out the door.
A lot.
Not everyone has what it takes to be cabin crew, Dale, but uh...
you've got it in spades.
DALE: He's a first class idiot.
Is he in trouble?
The worst kind. Thank you for your help, Dale.
As you were more than a little hands on with him
would you mind if I took a sample for elimination?
Fuck! Is he dead?
As dead as disco.
The deniability is not plausible if I have to wait this long for you.
What was the make and model of Sol's car?
It's... SHE SIGHS
- ...a green BMW. Reg number V682 K... - KAE.
It's right there.
MAN: Can I help you?
How long has this car been here?
Over a month.
You didn't think to tell anyone?
MAN: Are you the police?
I am. He's forensics.
Professor Wolfe Kinteh.
Doesn't it just boil your piss how people call it a blood "splatter"
instead of a blood spatter?
It certainly does.
I'm afraid to tell you your colleagues in blue have shit for brains.
WOLFE: This is not a newsflash.
Why d'you say that?
Four weeks ago, the car kipper parks his beamer here to go to Affinity.
- The car kipper? - MAN: Mm. That's what he does.
He gets pissed in the club and sleeps it off in the car.
Only on this occasion he didn't.
He comes out the club and gets into a different car that's waiting outside.
When he didn't come back the next day to get his beamer, I rang the police.
D'you know what they said?
- "We'll send some officers out straight away"? - MAN LAUGHS
That no one's been reported missing.
HE SCOFFS You can't get the staff.
MAN: Clearly not. Although they turned me down.
No crips in pips.
I'm sorry about that.
I don't suppose you got the registration
- for the car he went off in, did you? - Mmm, no.
It was a yellow Citroen Xsara.
But I didn't realise the registration was important until he didn't come back.
I did get something else though.
Hang on.
"No crips in pips."
Poor kid.
It's a shame there's no CCTV.
It's probably cheaper to have him sitting out here all night
on less than minimum wage.
The driver of the car was chain smoking
flicking butts out of the window into the gutter.
When the car kipper didn't come back, I went over and retrieved 'em
bagged 'em up as evidence in case anyone came asking.
There must be a dozen butts inside that gutter.
MAN: But not three the same.
White tip, burgundy lipstick.
It's good thinking.
I've got to compensate somehow.
Did you get a look at her?
MAN: Too far away.
You know, you ought to consider a career in forensics, my man.
You'd take me on?
In a heartbeat.
ALARM RINGS - DOOR CLICKS
WOLFE: We serve Fallowfield, not downtown LA.
So when you text saying we might have a serial killer on our hands
I can only assume someone's been smothered in Rice Krispies.
STEVE: Welcome to pet cemetery.
I say this because I love you, Steve. You need a hobby.
Now I bet that you've assumed that I've ordered these by size
but I haven't.
I've ordered them by stage of decomposition.
So...
The first mice are dry remains
the second mice and the rat, they're advanced decay.
The squirrel is in active decay
and the fox is in the bloat stage, but...
they've ended up in size order too, which is very telling.
Of what?
That these animals were killed in size order.
Someone has started off small and got bigger over time.
So, assuming that whoever killed these guys
also killed Sol...
we are dealing with someone that practised on animals and graduated to a human
- which suggests... - He's just getting started.
STEVE EXHALES
I mean, obviously I don't want anyone else to die
but this is the sort of case that I dream about.
I'll tell Betsy.
You get off home, Steve, have a cold shower or something.
But very good work.
PHONE RINGS
PHONE CONTINUES TO RING
DIAL TONE RINGS
HOWLING
PHONE CLATTERS
HOWLING - See.
Er yeah, I would describe it as a howl.
I'm not sure I would describe it as a wolf's howl.
I think that would be more of a...
SHE HOWLS
That's not... That wasn't a ow-woo.
DOT: No. No, that was more of a...
SHE GROWLS
HE SIGHS - DOT SIGHS
Look, I know it's a disappointment to you, Wolfe
because I'm fairly certain it's on your bucket list
but I do not think you are being targeted by a serial killer.
- Can Betsy trace the phone? - No.
She's narrowed down its location
but it's still an area that covers half the city.
Hello.
Careful, I'm filthy.
Oh, are you now?
No, I'm actually filthy, Steve. I've been disposing of fatberg.
- I don't care. - You should.
Fatbergs are full of super bugs.
Well you are worth contracting an antibiotic resistant infection for.
HE LAUGHS - SHE SNIGGERS
PHONE BUZZES
What the fuck are you doing?
Woah. Woah, massively miscalculating how sexy that would be.
- WOMAN ON PHONE: Hello? - Hi, can I speak to Liza please?
I just missed a call from her.
WOMAN: Oh, I'm afraid she's on the line to someone else at the moment.
Can I get her to give you a call back?
I don't suppose you know who she's on the other line to?
- Let me just clarify, Liza. - LIZA ON PHONE: Yes.
The files were supposed to be ready by five
but they're now going to be ready at three?
LIZA: That's right.
And who is it on my team that you've been speaking to about these files?
LIZA: I believe that was Bibi.
Well, I'll let Bibi know that they're ready.
LIZA: OK. Alright. Can I just say
- your reputation precedes you? - Yeah, thank you.
Well, your reputation precedes you as well, Lisa.
- LIZA: Liza. - Liza, sorry.
- OK, thanks. - LIZA: Thank you.
- Bye. Bye. - LIZA: Bye-bye.
I've just done something really fucking clever.
WOLFE: Have we got a student called Bibi?
We've got one called Baby.
WOLFE: Did you order any files from the archive warehouse?
No.
Should I have?
Anyway, back to my clever thing.
I took a DNA profile off the cigarette butts that the car park attendant kept as evidence.
It's not a match for anyone on the police system
but I was able to use epigenetic markers in the DNA
to determine that the individual is female and between the ages 25 and 50.
I then checked with DVLA
and got a list of all the people who fit that profile
and are the registered owner of a yellow Citroen Xsara.
There were a few.
but I then crosschecked that list
against addresses inside the area covered by the cell phone mast
that the messages from Sol's phone bounced off.
There's only one name, Wolfe.
Sarah Goodwin.
Is anyone on the team acting weird as far as you're concerned?
Seriously?
Steve put a bit of roadkill in rot order and you practically gave him a rosette.
Women don't tend to be serial killers.
Women can be anything they want to be, Betsy.
BETSY: Sarah Goodwin?
- That's right. - BETSY: DCI Betsy Chambers.
We need to ask you some questions.
- About what? - BETSY: May we come in?
- Is there a problem? - BETSY: It shouldn't take long.
Yeah, um, I'm just on the phone upstairs, I won't be a minute.
Looks the part.
WOLFE: This case is revealing a very judgmental side to you.
Sweet Jesus!
SARAH: Um, something's come up.
BETSY: What the hell is that?
Literally, lipstick on a pig.
I think it's fair to say that she's got something of an interest in death.
BETSY: And questionable taste in decor.
Can they still get fleas?
HE LAUGHS
SARAH COUGHS
You're looking at my creations?
- You made these yourself? - Mm-hm.
WOLFE: They're quite something.
It helps me to unwind after work.
BETSY: And what is it that you do?
I'm a makeup artist. For the dead.
Unusual line of work.
SARAH: I had a calling to it.
A few years ago when my mum died, I went to the undertakers to see her
and I found they'd made her out to look like someone else.
Honestly, it was like losing her twice.
I'm sorry.
So I redid her makeup and as I was putting the colour on her cheeks
well, for a second it felt like I was putting the life back into her.
It's the same with the creatures.
I mean, people think that it's about death, but actually it's about life.
It's about preserving it eternally.
Have you ever met a man called Sol James?
Mm. He's an old school friend. Why do you ask?
When was the last time you saw him?
Um, three or four weeks ago.
Is he OK?
- You picked him up from Affinity nightclub. - SARAH: That's right.
Yeah, we came back here and had a pot of tea.
WOLFE: Maybe young men have changed a bit since my day
but back then when you left the club in the early hours you wanted a kebab and a...
Were you sleeping with him, Sarah?
Sol's gay.
And I'm asexual actually, so no. We had a pot of tea.
Can I use your bathroom?
Yeah, it's just through there.
WOLFE: Thank you.
What the hell are you doing in here?
Where do you get the animals, Sarah?
They can't all be roadkill.
Different sources.
Well the mice are reptile food.
They're alive when you buy them.
You kill them so you can return them to life?
BETSY: Bloody hell.
Missing left hand.
- No, no, no. Don't go near that, please. - BETSY: No.
SARAH: You have got no right!
Is this me?
What?
Is this a proxy for me?
SHE SCOFFS I don't know what you're talking about.
What do you use this for?
SARAH: It's a desiccant.
It just... It draws out moisture
from animal's skin.
It... It stops them from rotting.
Did it stop Sol from rotting?
What?
- Wolfe? - We found traces of this chemical.
On Sol's body.
Sol's dead?
Probable cause.
SARAH: What happened to him?
Sarah Goodwin I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Sol James.
You do not have to say anything
- but it may harm your defence... - You think that I killed him?
...if you do not mention when questioned, something which you later rely on in court.
- Anything... - He was in here.
Maybe... Maybe he touched the powder.
It was in his hair. On his torso.
OK, we did sleep together.
And I was using it earlier that evening.
- Maybe that's what... - So why did you lie?
Because I was embarrassed.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
MUSIC: "Too Good" by Arlo Parks
Hey.
- I got us some stuff. - FLICK: Oh, I'm going out.
- Where? - FLICK: I can't tell you that.
- Well do tell, otherwise you're not going. - FLICK: I'm going out with Mum.
- WOLFE: Where? - FLICK: Like I said...
I thought you two weren't even speaking.
We weren't, but something's come up. It's important.
I really wish there was just one area in my life that wasn't shrouded in mystery.
Maybe the real issue is your unhealthy need to solve all mysteries.
Right, see ya later.
How's it stalking if it's family?
HE GASPS
WOLFE: Hmph.
HE GRUNTS
VALERIE (VO): I can't believe we're having to do this.
- Of all the stupid things. - You know being judgmental doesn't help.
I know, I know, I just...
I'm so angry.
- You better not tell your dad. - Yeah, no shit.
- Valerie Burgess? - VALERIE: Ah!
FLICK: That's her.
You wouldn't catch me doing it unprotected.
I don't think Bibi's gonna show.
DOT: What's with the archive files?
You tell me.
You seemed to be eyeballing them pretty closely as I walked in.
Right, I have no idea what you're talking about, Wolfe.
Something is going on in this department, Dot
and if polygraph testing were reliable, I'd have all of you hooked up one by one.
Flick and Val have been lying to me too.
- Are you sleeping OK? - Don't you dare!
No, only cos yesterday you thought the killer was trying
- to communicate with you... - She was. The howling, the wolf's head.
She couldn't have been clearer.
DOOR CLICKS
The precipitin testing has revealed that at least some of the blood is human.
WOLFE: Great.
- There are also traces of Sol's DNA. - Let's have it written up for the CPS.
I would've liked to see more.
It was a pretty low grade sample given we think he was butchered there.
There is also a chance that the human blood could be Sarah's.
You don't use knives like that without getting the odd nick or two.
I also found something interesting when I analysed the blood sample
after Sarah was arrested.
Her HCG levels indicate that she's about four weeks pregnant.
WOLFE: Well?
Sarah says she wanted a baby to fill the void left by her mother's death.
- Sol was the sperm donor. - So why didn't she just tell us that?
Sol only agreed to do it on the condition that no one would ever find out.
David, in particular.
Looks like she wasn't lying when she said it's life rather than death
- that interests her. - None of this means she didn't kill him.
I mean, widow spiders kill their mate after sex.
Val probably wishes she'd devoured me once she got what she needed.
Maggy doesn't reckon Sol died on that table.
- Well maybe Sarah killed him somewhere else. - PHONE CHIMES
Problem?
DALE: Listen, you've got two choices.
You go of your accord, or I'll take you over there meself
and the chair'll stay here.
- MAN: Go on then! - What's going on?
This idiot won't leave.
Not until you come and clean the cars you pissed on.
DALE: I warned ya.
Every time I look over there, he's staring me out.
You're paranoid, mate.
A guilty conscience'll do that.
What guilty conscience?
Know you had beef with the lad who died.
DALE: I didn't have beef with him.
- He was an idiot. - Whatever.
- BETSY: Oi! - I will fuck you up.
- Doesn't bother me you're on wheels. - Oi! Calm yourself!
You know, it would be easy to assume that it's some feeling of superiority
that causes you to act the way that you do.
But I wonder if it's the opposite.
I can see how anabolic steroids would initially have been appealing.
All that muscle mass, seemingly for free.
But then the bill arrives
the 'roid rage, and the uncontrollable tears.
Not to mention the shrivelled balls and dysfunctional penis
HE SNIGGERS - WOLFE: You gotta wonder mate
was it really worth it?
You're a clever guy, aren't ya?
- Maybe too clever. - Step away now Dale, if I was you.
I'm telling you, he's a wrong'un. You ought to look into him.
Maybe we should.
If only you'd taken a swab.
HE CHUCKLES
MUSIC PLAYS ON HEADPHONES
Both of them.
- You know you can tell me anything, right? - SHE SIGHS
Of all the rubbish parents come out with, that has gotta be the biggest one.
No Dad, there's a vast myriad of things I can't tell you
cos you'd either get too mad or too sad, or it'll somehow blow your tiny mind.
Well I know you went to the sexual health clinic
and that hasn't blown my tiny mind.
No?
I find the idea that you've either had sex
or thinking of having sex completely unacceptable
but if it has to happen, then I want you to be safe.
So you'd be OK with it?
OK is a stretch, but I'm not losing my shit, am I?
Well, that's very good to know.
Thanks, Dad.
- Oh, my God! You're having sex. - SHE GROANS
- No! - You're planning on having sex?
Also no.
Well what were you doing at a sexual health clinic?
Mum was getting tested.
Tested for what?
Well not pregnancy, Dad.
STIs?
Apparently Jeff prefers things natural.
- That's way too much information. - How do you think I felt?
Look, the tests will probably come back clear
just don't mention to Mum that you know anything.
She seemed pretty low.
What makes you say that?
Mmm, when she dropped me off, she gave me a hug
and she sort of...
like... wouldn't let go.
Ah, don't go soft. She brought it on herself, remember?
PHONE CHIMES
SATNAV: Your destination is on your left.
MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVS
FOX SCREAMS
BETSY: What the hell were you thinking?
Well, the killer told me to come alone.
If they'd seen a police car rolling up, they might not have left the hand.
You're assuming that they knew it would be you on the receiving end of that text.
Well, it would explain the woolly jumper.
What?
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
That is tenuous.
I'm not being funny Wolfe, but this case has a victim, and it isn't you.
I managed to extract a DNA sample from the jumper.
It's Dale Waite.
- The bouncer. - Let's go.
I'll get a unit to his house and one to the club.
WOLFE: Yeah, me and the team will head to the house.
Er, Wolfe. I need you to see this.
Right, so once it became clear that Sol left Sarah's house alive
I did another sweep of the car. See that?
- It could be innocent of course. - Yeah, let's find out.
Woah.
Well that's an arterial spray if ever I've seen one.
Dale must've murdered him as he approached the car.
WOLFE: It's an upward angle from a very low impact point.
What if Sol was on his knees, Dale came up, hit him from behind
he fell down and then Dale followed up with a knife in the neck.
There was no injury on the back of Sol's head or between his shoulder blades.
Yeah, and if you're Dale, why go to the trouble?
He had the knife, he was taller than Sol
why not just, y'know, plunge it in and be done with it?
Because he was compensating.
HE GROANS
Tyler?
You cut Sol's femoral artery.
I couldn't have reached his carotid.
- But you've put yours on a plate. - Don't do something you'll regret.
Why would I regret it?
Everyone's going to know my name.
- I think they'll know it now anyway. - HE SMIRKS
No one cares about Sol James.
But Professor Wolfe, the forensics expert who got murdered
- by the guy he never suspected. - Yep.
That's a story.
Look, I'm sorry I underestimated you.
I've been underestimated my whole life.
I struggle to hold a pen
and some days my piss, so you can't blame people really.
But if you gotta be invisible, you might as well have some fun with it.
I don't think this is about disability.
I think it's about psychopathy, pure and simple.
HE GROANS Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please.
- Please. - Tyler, put the knife down.
POLICE SIRENS WAIL
I'm not gonna kill ya.
I'm gonna haunt ya.
You're gonna spend the rest of your life
wondering if I killed again in the time it took you to find me.
I'm the guy you didn't spot, Wolfe.
I'm the guy who won.
KNOCK ON DOOR
- Come in. - DOOR CLICKS
You wanted me?
WOLFE: Sit down, Dominique.
Would you mind telling me why you ordered these files from the evidence archive?
You can learn a lot by studying old cases.
WOLFE: I agree.
So tell me why you felt the need to use a fake name to get them
and tell me also why you chose these files in particular.
No reason.
WOLFE: Seems you had a good look through while I was out yesterday.
All cases that involved the death of an infant.
Why?
You flicked through all of them.
But you were really interested in this one.
Regina versus Barnette.
I'm assuming it's no coincidence that you share a surname
with the defendant in this case.
Fay Barnette is my mum.
The baby who died was my brother.
And your evidence is the reason she's been banged up for the best part of my life.
So that's why you're here?
To access this case file. To undermine me.
It's one of the reasons I'm here.
Of all the calculating, underhand things
- I've ever heard... - If you're gonna sack me, just sack me.
WOLFE: You don't get it, do you?
Your position on this team is bigger than you.
When you screw up, you do it on behalf of a whole community.
What? Because I'm black?
When is a white person ever asked to represent their race?
Life's unfair.
DOMINIQUE: You know what, Wolfe?
You're a hypocrite.
You weren't worried about discrediting black people
- when you were making biological weapons. - Those were extreme circumstances.
DOMINIQUE: Yeah, well that's the thing about laws
you don't get to decide when you can break them.
Clear your desk, Dominique. We're done.
DOMINIQUE: No, Professor Kinteh.
We're far from done.
If there's one thing you've taught me, it's that evidence wins.
I'm used to prisons.
Maybe I'll come and visit you.
DOOR CLICKS
I can't believe I'm doing this.
She spent an hour in the STI clinic, not a month in the Priory.
It's not about the STI clinic.
It's about trauma and loss and how we support each other through it.
You and I both are fully aware that Jeff was...
A cheating ball sack.
But your mother saw something in him that she connected with
and that connection has been ruptured.
So you're chucking me out cos you feel sorry for her
but we can't tell her that.
It's not just that she needs you, Flick. She needs you to need her
which is why you're gonna tell her
that living at Dad's is exactly the domestic void she might have imagined.
But more than that...
- I missed my mum. - Exactly.
You are topping up my phone credit for the next six months.
We said three.
You're gonna be OK?
Of course, why wouldn't I be?
MUSIC: "The Tracks of My Tears" by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
♪ People say I'm the life of the party ♪
♪ Cos I tell a joke or two ♪
♪ Although I might be laughing loud and hearty ♪
♪ Deep inside I'm blue ♪
♪ So take a good look at my face ♪
♪ You'll see my smile looks out of place ♪
♪ If you look closer it's easy to trace ♪
♪ The tracks of my tears ♪
♪ I need you ♪
♪ Need you ♪
♪ Since you left me if you see me with another girl ♪
♪ Seeming like I'm having fun ♪
♪ Although she may be cute ♪
♪ She's just a substitute ♪ MUSIC FADES