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Giles Becks had recently left him.

Suicide has not been ruled out until

post-mortem results return tomorrow.

I met him last month.

Good for you. Why is

this of interest to us?

Because I got curious and ordered the

incident report from Oxfordshire CID.

They checked for prints,

didn't find a single thing.

Why would you get

excited about that?

No, I mean not a single print.

Not even one of his.

OK, granted that this

sounds irregular,

but what are the local police

doing about it?

Nothing. As far as

they are concerned

he either died

from lack of medication

or committed suicide

by taking too much.

Are the family pushing

for an investigation?

Nope. He was the only child

of only children.

He never married or had

any children of his own.

- Friends?

- Bit of a recluse

according to the villagers.

OK, go and check it out.

I'll square this

with Oxford CID,

let them know

you're coming.

Look Gabe, this doesn't sound

like much to me

so don't piss off the locals

and try not to get a bad rep

before you've fled the nest.

[Roger] Emma!

Emma!

Breakfast is at 8am.

There you are.

Where the bloody hell

have you been?

You know how busy

I am at the moment.

Sorry.

Uh, I've made you fruit

and plain yoghurt today,

doctors' orders.

[quietly] It's like living

with my bloody mother...

Smell that?

Smells like paint thinner.

[grunting]

[sighs]

[coughing]

Water. Please.

My head's throbbing.

Oh, you missed a call.

It's from the GPS collar.

It wants a dissolution.

Why don't you just go?

Untie me. F*** off.

No, no, I don't think so.

You are not getting off

that easy.

Besides, I can't trust you

as far as I can throw you,

which, in fairness is from

that chair to the floor.

What are you going to do?

Right now?

Nothing.

Night night.

[Roger] Emma!

Emma?

I need the toilet.

Smells like you

already been.

How long do you intend

to carry this thing on?

As long as it takes for you

to eat your breakfast.

I haven't had my insulin,

I'm becoming hyperglycemic.

Well, it's a good job I've

prepared your medication then.

Can I have my injection?

I can't do everything,

I am cooking your favorite

food, bacon and eggs.

Why two?

Because one of them

contains a special treat.

What is it?

Well, I can't tell you that

it would spoil the game.

I shan't eat either.

Then you'll starve.

I'm a famous artist,

there'll be an investigation.

Well, I guess someone

might come and rescue you.

Oh no, hang on.

You don't have any friends.

You are such an abhorrent,

antisocial, arrogant c*nt

you haven't had a visitor

in two months.

You can't do this to me.

Watch me.

I've-I've got cash

in the house,

I-I can pay you.

I have no interest in money,

you should know that by now.

Please.

I'm going out.

Your turn to do

the washing up.

[sobbing]

Gabriel wants to reopen

the Roger Daniels case.

And what do local CID

think about that?

They don't think

anything about it.

As far as they're concerned

it was death my natural causes.

But you think differently?

I'm certain someone was staying in

the house with him before he died.

I have spoken to a witness who

remembers talking to a young woman

and I have found human hair

with collaborating DNA.

I suspect whoever she was murdered

Daniels and then disappeared.

How could she have done that when the pathologists

report indicates he had hypoglycemia?

Hypoglycemia is a lack

of glucose in the blood.

Diabetics take insulin to regulate

it but if you were to take too much

it could lead to seizures

and ultimately death.

The evidence suggested that

our unidentified house guest

poisoned Daniels with insulin.

She literally gave him

an overdose of his own medicine.

It's all in this report.

Nothing was taken,

there's no apparent motive

and cause of death

is still unclear.

I'm sure I don't need to

remind you, detective,

that absence of evidence

is not evidence.

I'm back.

I'm glad you're home.

This all sounds

a bit serious.

I think you should

try moving out again.

I thought you liked

having me around?

I do, I really do, but

I think it would be good

for you to have

your own place again.

- Get your confidence back.

- I'm feeling much better now.

Exactly.

Truth be known,

I'm worried about the money.

This job isn't secure.

If I don't results soon

they're going to close down

the department.

In which case you'll need

to find a new job.

Life is about risk and reward.

You can't assume

the worst all the time.

That's no way to live.

I don't want to be a

disappointment to you again.

Hey, you need to stop

thinking like that.

If I go, will you be OK?

I've managed on my own

long enough,

I'll be fine.

OK, I'll start looking.

I'll find somewhere near by.

- No, Jack, you're doing it wrong!

- No, I'm not!

[Emma, voiceover] I changed my name again

and hitched north just to keep moving.

As long as I kept up momentum

I didn't have to stop

and think about

how sh*t my life was.

[car approaching]

[horn honking]

That's when I had

the pleasure of lodging

with John and Caroline Hughes.

Property developers and real

estate agents from Birmingham.

Come on, Laura!

[Emma] Or at least

that's what they claimed to be.

Careful now...

Gently, gently...

[Emma] They left Birmingham when

the money started rolling in.

And get the shopping,

will you?

Give us a hand with this chair,

for goodness sake.

- Come on!

- [Emma] The nouveau riches are always the worst.

If they came from nothing

and bettered themselves,

what's wrong

with everyone else?

I spoke with John today, Laura,

and he thinks you should be

paid minimum wage.

We're breaking

the law otherwise.

Cupboard.

I'm happy to help out.

Well, considering

my current condition,

that's obviously

very kind,

but John doesn't want

the inland revenue

turning up and making a fuss.

Fridge.

So, do you have

a bank account?

No.

Well, why not?

I don't think I've ever met

anyone without a bank account!

The banks are corrupt,

so's the government.

Money brings nothing but

unhappiness, so I gave it up.

Well, I think

that's just ridiculous.

How are you supposed to

live without an income?

Well, you feed me, put a roof

over my head, that's all I need.

You need to be paid.

Thanks for caring.

It's the law.

I've spoken with Laura.

- About what, sorry?

- About taking a wage.

Only she doesn't believe in

money and refuses to be paid.

Ohh. OK, Laura,

well, if the tax man

comes knocking,

we'll tell them you are

squatting in the tool shed.

Whatever.

[Emma, voiceover] I didn't want

to sleep in the house...

it brought back

memories of Roger.

This is Brendan Kelly.

I'm sure he needs

no introduction here.

Arrested four months ago

but despite our best efforts

to keep him in custody,

he's just been bailed.

We suggested he was

a flight risk,

but the judge disagreed as long

as he surrendered his passport.

However, there is

a silver lining.

He may well try to recover

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