CHAINSAW BUZZING
Bloody racket!
BUZZING CONTINUES
Look, here, can you see she's trying not to cry?
I thought they weren't starting till the weekend.
Well, it is the weekend, Iain,
a long one, starting this afternoon,
and you could have booked it off, too.
Yes, well, clients come first and my list is full at the moment.
Right, now, if you don't mind, I've got a final session due shortly.
Well, then, see you Tuesday.
Oh, Tony, there's that weirdo again.
No law against being a weirdo, lucky for you.
Platanus hispanica, the mighty London plane.
Yeah, there's a lot of them about.
And I never tire of tending them.
Or talking about them.
When you've been around these old timers as long as I have,
you get to feeling their energy.
This one's weary.
I know how it feels.
So it stands its ground and bears witness to...
Incoming fit bird, south east corner, my angle.
LIGHTS FLICKER, POWER CUTS
PHONE BUZZES
Max, you on your dinghy? Good.
I was worried you might be away for the weekend.
No, I'm just here.
What about you?
Stuck in Germany, unfortunately.
My mother's carer was off sick and I can't get a flight
back to London until tomorrow now.
I'm expecting a delivery.
You couldn't go to the flat and wait for it, could you?
Um...
Bring me back some of that marzipan I like and it's a deal.
Thank you.
Iain: Winding up...
And bearing in mind this is your final session...
..it might be helpful to reflect on where you are now as compared
to how you were feeling when we started your therapy.
I feel ready.
Ready to trust and to...
..to be loved, I think.
I believe you are, Daisy...
..and I'm so very glad.
I hope you're proud.
Bye for now.
SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS
Cheers, mate. See ya.Thank you.
KNOCK AT DOOR, OPENS
You're not going to sit in the whole weekend, are you?
No, I'm...
I'm fine.
Let's talk when I'm back from Bath, OK?
Have a good one.
Hey, hey, hey, you need to move - you're too close to my car.
Sorry, mate, breaking for lunch.
Lunch? It's only 11am.
Some of us start early, sweetheart.
Suit monkeys.
Fancy parking spaces wouldn't exist if we didn't look
after these old beauties.
They don't realise their bad juju
is recorded in every annual growth ring of these elder
statesman's mighty trunks.
I'll lock up the van.
Meet you in the caf? Yeah, you go on ahead.
I'm going to put some flyers out round the area while we're here
and I'll catch you later.
Here, give us both a laugh,
key his car while I'm gone.
I should have known I couldn't do it.
I shouldn't have tried.
Take a breath,
scan your body where you're feeling tension.
FRONT DOOR OPENS I thought this session was going to be about my big achievement.
Instead, it's just a massive step backwards.
A couple of controlled breaths, then tell me about it.
STAIRS SQUEAKING
Sorry, can you excuse me for a moment, Khalid?
Keep breathing.
SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS
MUSIC SWELLS
KHALID GASPING FOR AIR
Yeah, uh-huh.
I think it's a loose connection because the lights are flickering
and my piano shorted last night.
I know it's a public holiday, but I need an electrician.
Mm-hm.
Oh, my flight's on time, so we should be well on the way
to Wicklow before any mad traffic.
PHONE BUZZES Oh, hold on.
I better take this.
How much?!
Oh!
You have got to be joking.
It's a houseboat, not Wembley Stadium.
Well... No, no, no.
Yeah, yeah.
No, that's all right.
Yeah.
Book me in.
Understood.
Yeah.
PHONE BUZZES
Layla?
Right, I'm on my way.
Astrid?
Max?Are you at home?
Yes, I was going to call and thank you for stepping in for me.
Oh.
Maybe you could return the favour.
RADIO CHATTER, CAMERA SNAPPING
Iain Frankland, 51, psychotherapist.
Bludgeoned to death, it looks like.
Almost certainly with his own lamp.
Effective.
Victim was in the middle of an online therapy session,
the client called it in.
So we have an eyewitness?
Didn't see the assailant, seemingly.
Frankland muted the session
and it all happened off camera.
Good thing is, he says, Frankland recorded it.
It's the type of therapy they do.
We need to see that footage now.
Right away.
The back door has been jimmied and there's a blood smear
going out that way.
The victim's blood?
I'm not speculating.
Well, it looks like a panicked escape anyway.
Robbery gone wrong, perhaps?
The drawers were rifled, but nothing obvious taken.
Victim's wallet was in his pocket,
cash and cards.
Could have been disturbed.
There's no CCTV in the building,
but the victim would have had to buzz anyone in himself.
Cleaner? Other offices.
He shares these rooms with another therapist, Charlotte Twist,
but she was off for the weekend.
Mr Frankland was alone.
Apparently not.
KHALID GASPS FOR AIR
That's me trying to get the kids to school every morning.
You're wanted outside.
I left him working yesterday afternoon.
He was determined to come in today because he had a client.
Khalid Hassan.
You've seen the footage.
Is it normal to tape your clients?
Yeah.
It's part of the process in ISTDP.
We only keep them long enough to study with the clients
as part of their treatment
and the tapes are confidential.
Not when a murder occurs in the middle of recording.
You'll want to see this,
it's yesterday's post.
A couple of estate agents details...
..and this.
Oh, my God.
I know who sent that.
Well, I don't know, but it's got to be him.
There was a client last year,
Nathan...
Nathan Dix.
He initially presented with depression, history of personality
disorders, ADHD on top, but things deteriorated
when he came off his meds.
This was Mr Frankland's client or yours?Iain's,
although we... We consult each other as part of the process,
it's peer supervision.
Anyway, Nathan stopped recognising boundaries.
He started inundating Iain with emails, voicemails, texts.
I'll check for them.
And then he was arrested for trying to enter the offices uninvited.
Well, if he was arrested, we'll have a custody image on file.
Oh, it's all on record.
Our regulatory body was helping Iain with legal advice
and a restraining order.
You know, it happens,
idealisation of the therapist.
I imagine you'll have an address for Mr Dix.
Uh...
Well, I don't know because it all peaked a few months ago
and then Nathan's living situation became chaotic,
but we should have a GP's number in the office because Iain
was liaising with them when things started to spiral.
Um, perhaps you could show me where?
You're telling me that someone has killed my husband?
Yes, I am.
And we're trying to find out who it was.
He's dead?
I'm so sorry.
But we need to know your whereabouts this morning,
between 11 and 12.
Mine?
I've been here all day, cooking for the weekend.
And your daughter?
Emma, too.
She got up late and then she went out for a run, I think, but...
You can't think...?
I-I mean...
This just can't be happening.
I'd like you to look at this photo, Mrs Frankland.
Do you recognise this man?
Did your husband ever talk to you
about a problem client, Nathan Dix?
The-the one they caught trespassing at the practice.
I didn't know his name.
Iain's very diligent about keeping his professional life confidential.
Oh, my God.
That's...
Has he been in this house as well?
Could he have found this photo elsewhere,
on social media perhaps?
It's my profile picture.
I'm going to need permission to access your account.
Are we being stalked?
Are we in danger?
Because...
..my daughter and I are alone now.
Emma?
Where's Dad?
Anything?GP surgery is closed for the weekend.
I'm chasing.
Last known address was a hostel in Shepherd's Bush.
No phone or online presence,
not in his own name, at least.
OK, listen up.
Iain Frankland practised intensive short dyn...short...
..in...
Intensive short-term dynamic psychotherapy, that's ISTDP
for short, specialising in patients with anxiety, depression, trauma
and behavioural disorders.
Thank you.
We can place the time of death between 11:20, when the assault
itself was recorded, and 11:55, when the police arrived.
Now... Iain had practised for 20 years,
married to wife Martha for nearly as long.
Daughter Emma, 19, still living at home.
The assailant broke in through the back door but left no
fingerprints at the scene.
No known witnesses, apart from Khalid Hassan, the online client
who called it in.
There's a tree surgery outfit working
on the street outside, Picard's.
They were on a break at the time of the murder, but they noted a man
matching Nathan Dix's description hanging around the day before.
That...
..combined with the statement from Charlotte Twist, Iain Frankland's
business partner of two years, means that tracing Nathan
is our top priority.
Layla and I are going to talk to the eyewitness.
Meantime, I need a list of all of Frankland's clients
and contacts, especially those he's seen most recently.Hmm-hmm.Yep.
I'll try and take a couple of days leave when I can.
Just...sore. I'll miss the gang.
Yeah.
Well, try not to pine for me too much.
Uh, Helen's not a happy camper either.
Oh, John's literally a happy camper.
There are six of us hiking the Wicklow Way, so he's going
on without me, just to ice my cake, you know?
Well, Helen hasn't got a choice.
We've got my parents, and her mum and stepdad visiting,
and it's too late to cancel.
Oh, there are advantages to dating an older man -
one parent, in a home.
And I didn't say that.
And there are advantages to being stuck at work,
I didn't say that either.
Let's go.
The witness has OCD, apparently, so maybe no shaking hands.
I want to...
I swear, I'm not trying to be obstructive.
It's the risk factor - the germs.
We could wear masks if you like.
You don't understand.
I have a phobia.
I was making progress.
All this with Iain,
I can't get it out of my head.
No wonder.
It must have been an awful shock.
We do understand, Mr Hassan, but we really need to talk to you.
Then talk,
I'm here.
You could video call me if that helps.
We have your number, Mr Hassan,
ending 0221, yes?
That's me.
Call me Khalid,
I want to help any way I can.
Tell us about what you saw.
Did it seem that Mr Frankland was expecting someone?
No, nobody has ever interrupted before.
Therapy is sacrosanct.
Iain wouldn't answer the door, not unless it was an emergency.
I'm passing you a photo through the letterbox.
Can you tell us if it's someone you recognise?
Mr Hassan?
Khalid?
I...
I don't know. Maybe.
There's something...
Is it just the power of suggestion?
He used to be a client of Iain Frankland's.
Might you have seen him at the practice?
I've...never actually been to the practice.
I see Iain remotely.
PHONE BUZZES
Jess, what have you got for me?
Nathan's GP got back,
we've got an address.
A grandmother in Belgravia.
We're Chelsea CID.
Detective Inspector Arnold and Detective Sergeant Walsh.
Thank you, Ferguson.
My grandson has been staying here for a while,
he's not been quite well.
We need to question Nathan urgently, Mrs Dix.
I understand, but it would be best if I remained for reassurance.
If you see, we've been getting back on track with Nathan's medicine
and establishing a healthy routine.
He needs a little support, but he's getting there.
Do sit down.
You've injured yourself, Nathan.
Who told you?
Cutting is a symptom of a more turbulent inner climate.
But, as I say, we're on the mend.
You're...
You're here because of the texts and emails, aren't you?
But I've not broken any rules,
and it's not a crime to walk down the street.
But it is illegal to stalk people, Nathan,
and to send hate mail.
What hate mail? I just...
I only wanted to see him again!
Calm, Nathan.
Is this from you, Mr Dix?
I never sent that.
Nothing like that, I wouldn't. I...
Did Iain say I did?
No, he didn't.
We found it in his office.
Look, just let me speak to him, please.
I don't want him to think I'd do something like that.
Sit down, Nathan.
You can't speak to Iain Frankland because he's dead.
Where were you this morning at 11:20, Nathan?
NATHAN SCREAMS
I can assure you, I was with Nathan all day.
We have a routine,
it's what the doctor advised after his recent breakdown.
We have our pills, then breakfast, then a good walk
to the gym in Mayfair.
We cut through the park...
Which gym was it?
We'll need to check.
Of course, I hope you do.
It's a private club,
Bannerman Health.
Nothing significant in his room, except a freshly laundered gym kit
back in its bag.
What, from this morning?
In this house, we wash our sweaty clothes after exercise.
You do understand this is a murder investigation, Mrs Dix?
HE GROANS
We want to help, Detective, it's a tragedy.
What will I do now, grandma?
I know you're sad,
it is sad,
but we'll find someone else to help you.
That's what we've been building to, you see?
Getting well enough to have face-to-face therapy again.
It's no use if you're not feeling yourself.
I wasn't feeling myself when I went to see Iain.
I know I shouldn't have gone, but...
I just wanted to say sorry for making him feel cross...
..and I wanted to let him know it wouldn't happen again,
and that it was OK to come back.
This was when?
When he was arrested for harassment.
Last summer - went to visit Mr Frankland uninvited, as it were.
How did you get into the practice, Nathan?
Well, I...
I just waited till someone else came out and then I just walked in and
hid in the toilet till Iain's session was over.
You never interrupt a session!
It might be a good idea to have a lie down, Natey.
You've had a bit of a shock.
Thank you, Ferguson.
I think I should share some of the background with you, if I may.
Was that actual Downton Abbey?
More like Bleak House.
Nathan's parents used to lock him in the cellar for days at a time
as punishment for bad behaviour -
they called it house arrest.
He was six years old.
That's literally torture.
Nathan was diagnosed with ADHD as an adult, but who knows
how bad his symptoms were made, or even caused, by the abuse.
He was finally taken into care until his maternal grandmother
applied for custody and she's done her best to atone ever since.
Obviously, we'll want to check all that against Frankland's
own notes, but Charlotte Twist confirmed he believed
it to be a safe relationship -
so did Nathan's GP.
Mrs Dix has been focused on trying to get Nathan's mental health back
on track and some sort of independent living, but buying him
a flat on his own was a mistake, apparently.
Unsupervised, he stopped taking his meds and things went downhill.
But he definitely has a solid alibi for the murder.
Well, the gym confirms Nathan and his gran checked in and out
with facial recognition security.
We've got the CCTV recording.
Then who killed Iain Frankland?
We have the full list of Iain's clients.
Khalid Hassan was his only one today,
but these are the people he saw most recently.
Only two people actually came into the practice yesterday.
One of them was a client of Charlotte's,
but she and her parents flew to Majorca yesterday evening.
And the other was a Daisy Phillips.
I've called, so has Charlotte, but there's been no answer so far.
She may be away.
I've drawn a blank so far on Frankland's phone, emails, bank
account, but it's early days.
PHONE RINGS
I want to know who sent that.
Could still be Nathan, even if he's not the killer.
Max, it's Charlotte Twist.
She wants permission to fetch some files from the crime scene.
Tell her I'll meet her there.
You and Jess call on Miss Daisy Phillips,
let's try and track her down.
You can check these,
but I do need to start making arrangements.
How well do you know Iain's family?
Would you know if there were problems?
Oh, he wouldn't have talked to me.
I mean, the daughter sounds like a bit of a handful, but that's just
what I gleaned from his telephone conversations with his wife.
What about his wife, um, Martha?
Uh, well, I met her a couple of times. I liked her.
She seemed very quiet, but Iain's...
Iain was quite alpha, so it probably worked for them.
When you say alpha...
Well, very...
..very sure of himself.
I mean, I don't think Martha could say boo to a goose,
but I suppose everyone has their breaking point.
So it would seem.
DOORBELL BUZZING Phone's going straight to voicemail.
Do you know a Daisy Phillips?
I'm Letitia, her flatmate. Why?
I've been trying to call her, too, tell her I was coming home early.
Had a fight with my boyfriend.
Jess?
Daisy, can you hear me?
Ambulance to flat two, 27 Saint Thomas's Road,
red one, adult, female, mid-30s.
Suspected overdose.
Doesn't make sense,
she really wanted to get well.
She's unresponsive, but breathing...well, just.
She saved all her money to get the best treatment,
like, every penny.
What was she suffering from, Letitia?
Anxiety, depression?
She grew up in care, fostering.
There was some...bad stuff happened, like...
It's complicated.
Is there any next of kin that we could call, even distant?
No-one...
..not that I know of, anyway.
Or had anything changed recently?
Only for the better.
She was finishing her therapy,
I think she might have even met someone.
Spike?
I don't know.
I do know she wanted to get out there and she was optimistic...
..until last night.
I think something had happened, but I was in a hurry to leave and...
It's OK.
OK, thanks, Layla.
No, keep me posted.
Can it be a coincidence that one of Iain's last clients,
Daisy Phillips, just attempted suicide?
Well, suicidal ideation is not unusual in our business,
but I'd be surprised if Iain stopped her treatment if he thought
she was in a bad place.
In fact, no. No, he was really pleased with her progress -
we discussed it.
And who is Spike?
Uh, I don't know, but I can check her tapes if you'd like.
Oh...I'll take the tapes,
all the recent ones,
they're evidence.Wait.
This is different to Khalid's tape.
Daisy can't consent and the attack
didn't take place during her therapy.
No, but she tried to kill herself shortly after
and I want to know why.
Are you suggesting she had something to do with it?
Anyone who visited the practice in the last few days
is of interest to us,
you and your own clients included.
IAIN ON TAPE:Your fight or flight response is malfunctioning,
for good reason, Daisy.
But you're very brave,
I want you to recognise that.
DAISY ON TAPE:I do. I mean, I'm not afraid any more, I don't think.
Or, when I am, I understand.
It doesn't feel, you know, disastrous.
JESS:She's in intensive care, still unconscious.
She doesn't look strong enough to bludgeon anyone.
If she caught him unawares...
Yeah, but what's the motive?
Maybe she didn't want to end her therapy.
Maybe he insisted and she couldn't handle being cut loose.
I haven't found anything that even hints at that yet.Hmm.
IAIN:I hope you're proud.
Bye, for now.
We've got her last two sessions and they're 90 minutes long,
so there's a lot to trawl through.
But, so far, there's no mention of any Spike.
She seems just like her flatmate described her, optimistic.
Maybe her ODing is just coincidence.
Check this out.
CHARLOTTE: Where's your father in all this?
I mean, you talk about your mother...Wait for it...not...
The picture behind her.
Oh, my God, the tree surgeon.
We took a statement.
I don't suppose he mentioned he was a Peeping Tom?
At the very least.
We might be able to catch them before they clock off.
Where's the gaffer?
At the caf, round the corner.
You take it in turns, going up?
Uh, Ross, mostly. He's got more experience with pruning.
Oh, yeah? How long have you been working for Ross, then?
About a year. Why?
We're just filling in some gaps I forgot to ask this morning.
Just get up in the morning, early.
Yeah.
Oh.
You lot are like buses,
never around when you need one,
but when you're after a quiet bite to eat...
Who was up the tree this morning when the therapist was attacked?
We were on lunch, I said...
I said, didn't I?
Before you broke for lunch, then?
Ross was.
No, what, what is all this?
We in some kind of trouble?
Not that I know of...yet.
So, I have to take a chainsaw up a tree with a blindfold on.
Oh, and here comes another bus. Charmer.
Does it look like Mr Picard here is craning his neck to see
through the window?
Oh, it's got to be said,
it does look a bit like voyeurism.
What do I want to voy in a shrink's office?
You tell us, Ross,
because it's looking a bit wrong.
Look, I'm a tree surgeon, not a pervert.
I didn't do anything dark, man.
And I never saw any murder.
But I did see a bit of a to and fro between her and the dead guy.
Her, yeah, the therapist.
They were having words.
I could hear her shouting at him,
"Lying bastard" - words to that effect.
When was this?Yesterday,
about an hour before that.
Is this absolutely necessary?
Your assistance is duly appreciated.
Because I'm really quite up against it,
rescheduling Iain's client list for the next few weeks at least.
You can't just cancel?
Well...
These are real people, with real trauma,
and, now their therapist has been murdered,
I have a duty of care.
Don't they get to say who sees them?
Well, sure, yes, eventually.
But there's a mechanism in place,
it's like a safety net.
We all designate someone who will inherit our clients
in the event of our death.
Mine was Iain, Iain's was me.
Good thing you'll be able to squeeze them all in.
I've seen your client list, it's only half as full as Iain's.
There's a natural ebb and flow.
And Iain charged more.
My rates are client variable.
Ah. But you'll be keeping Iain's clients on the higher rate,
I assume?For now.
One could say it's worked out rather well for you.
I don't like the insinuation, Detective Inspector.
Can you please remind me why you had me come here?
Oh...
I want to ask you about a row you had with Iain yesterday.
You were overheard shouting.
I lost my temper, that's all.
Iain had once again taken a referral that was intended for me.
He made some excuse, saying he was better suited to the brief,
but it was underhand.
Iain was very competitive.
Alpha, I think you said, this morning.Yeah.
And I felt sorry for his wife and daughter, if you must know.
Yes, I must.
Well, then...
He was a greedy, egotistical bully
and I told him, if he insisted on taking the lion's share
of the referrals then he should be paying the lion's share of the rent.
He told me to up my game.
I think he had a bit of a God complex going on.
It wasn't just about vocation for Iain, it was about...
..being seen to be the best.
It was about his ego.
I have to ask you again, Charlotte...
..where were you this morning when Iain Frankland was murdered?
I was home, alone, browsing estate agents
because, if Iain hadn't died, I was planning to leave.
SOBBING
MARTHA: Emma?
Are you OK, darling?
We can talk if...you want to.
I want to be left alone.
Hey, thank you.
All sorted?
But it took longer than expected.
Because he charges by the hour.
She.
It was a woman.
Can I get you a drink to say thank you?
I helped myself and I don't want to be here when you see the bill.
I take it you've already looked?
No comment.
Um, I brought that marzipan to sweeten the pill.
I'm out of here.
What the...?!
DAISY: I used to count happy times on my hand...
..like, save them up for when I needed one.
I even used to rate them.
IAIN:What was number one?
It used to change,
but then there was that summer at the caravan,
when we ran away from Peter's Hill,
I told you about it.
Yeah, you and your friend, yeah?
Just me and Spike.
Just a rusty old caravan nobody wanted.
But it was like a...
..sanctuary.
Nobody bothering us.
Nobody trying to get in my room at night.
I felt safe.
I stopped rating them after that...
..nothing could top it.
You want to know the worst time?
You want to tell me? When they caught us.
They accused Spike of coercing me.
The only guy I ever really trusted...
..apart from you,
and they kicked him out.
They locked me back in with my abusers.
Oh, shit.
Hope died for me that day.
PHONE BUZZES
Hi, Ashley.
Max, what are you doing, sitting in the dark?
Cursing my electrician.
And be quick,
my laptop's running out of charge.
So it's a yes on the lamp,
as suspected, the murder weapon,
which does make it look opportunistic rather than planned.
Mm. That's our theory so far.
Max...
Look...
..I also found a small area of foreign blood on the head wound.
Foreign?
It could have been there before,
but unlikely at that precise location.
I'll know more when the lab can clean up my sample.
Everything's taking longer, thanks to the bank holiday.
Thanks, Ashley.
Let me know when you have something.
Oh!
Oh.
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