Case Sensitive

Geraldine?

Christ!

Oonagh's meant to be having a play day with Lucy.

Well, Geraldine's car's here.

I thought you were supposed to be away. I managed to get back early.

Coming in?

Geraldine?

Four...

Seven... Run!

Coming, ready or not.

Lucy, I got you!

Geraldine?

Lucy?

Geraldine!

DS Zailer. "It's Proust. Are you there yet?"

Yes, I'm at the house now, sir. "Well, you're late."

"The pathologist is already there." Yes, sir. I know.

"This one's down to you, Zailer."

Thank you, sir.

DC Waterhouse.

Sergeant. Just down the corridor, on the left.

Pathologist's already here. Didn't think you were on today.

No, they called me in. It's not a problem. No, of course not.

The inspector's already called me. Didn't even give me time to...

..get here.

Morning, ma'am. Morning.

Dr Chaudry. Charlie Zailer.

DS Zailer. Good to meet you, finally.

I'm sure you've seen worse at the Met, but for us this is a rarity.

The woman died of blood loss, deep cuts to the right wrist.

The girl apparently drowned. I won't know until the postmortem. Could anyone else have done this?

There are no marks to suggest it's anything other than self-inflicted.

They've just found this in the other bedroom.

Thank you, Sellers.

Thank you, Dr Chaudry.

Are you Mrs O'Hara?

Oonagh's exhausted, can I take her home?

Of course. I just need to take a quick statement.

I've already spoken to the other detective.

Right. Erm, well, can we drive you home?

No, thanks. No.

Is that your cat?

It's all right, darling. We're going to go home now, OK?

Geraldine adored Lucy.

She wouldn't have done this.

She couldn't.

I have to ask, sir, if your wife had any history of mental illness?

No. Never.

Were there any marital problems?

No!

This was a business trip you were away on, yes? Yeah.

Just a couple of days. I was in Switzerland

at a scientific conference. We make lasers.

When did you last speak to your wife? Yesterday.

When?

Lunchtime, around 1:30.

Was there an argument, anything the matter? No! No!

However trivial. I've said, no!

She was fine!

Somebody must've broken into the house...

We're checking for forced entry now, sir.

Detective Sergeant Zailer.

I'm in charge of this investigation.

Thank you, DC Waterhouse.

I'm very sorry about this, Mr Bretherick.

Thank you for letting us do our job.

Is this your wife's handwriting?

"I'm sorry, but I have to do what is right for Lucy and me."

Do you have any idea what she means?

No! I thought everything was fine.

If you can think of any reason at all.

I...I don't know if there's...

Anything to tell you.

Is there anyone we can call to be with you, sir?

No, it's just Geraldine.

There's only ever been Geraldine.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Poor bloke. By all means, commit suicide,

but don't take the kid with you, it's so bloody selfish.

We don't know all the facts yet.

Listen, Friday night...

The erm, the end of the evening's a bit hazy.

We don't have to talk about - We're working together,

so I don't want it to be a problem. It's not a problem. No problem.

That's good.

One more thing...

Would you mind not going ahead with interviews without consulting me first, please?

Sorry - I'm not being difficult,

it's just it confuses things and...

Since I have to make a judgement on the case, I need to be involved at all stages.

OK.

No problem.

Anyway, this all looks pretty straightforward.

Every time I stay at this hotel, you mess something up.

What's wrong with you? I know that I booked.

Do you expect me to drive back to Manchester for five hours?

Here you are, you're booked in for the 7th. See, I told you.

It's the 6th today. I'll cancel your booking for tomorrow

and I'll put you in our annexe. They're lovely rooms.

Have a nice stay.

Silly cow.

She probably had a long day.

Hello?

Hello?

Nick?

Jake?

Zoe?

Hi, guys. How was football?

Did they win? 3-1.

Don's dropped by for a beer. He's brought little Matt.

Ah. Don't worry, Sal. I'll cook.

Sal, grab us a couple of beers, will you?

"The bill goes before Parliament next week."

In further news, the mother and daughter found dead

in their luxury home this morning

have been named as Geraldine and Lucy Bretherick.

They were found by Geraldine's husband, Mark Bretherick,

when he returned from a business trip.

The police are looking into the possibility that Geraldine Bretherick killed herself

"after taking the life of her daughter."

I don't suppose you could translate that for me, could you?

What do you mean? The sentence where you move from Aramaic to Sanskrit.

"Question. When did you last see Mrs Bretherick before today?

Last Friday, picking up Lucy from school. She seemed fine."

Oh, really? It says that, does it? Hm-mm.

Anything in here that seemed at all helpful?

Yes, there is.

Cordy O'Hara...makes a point...

Of saying Geraldine was "the perfect mother. She was happy

and she would never have done this." People who commit suicide

don't always advertise the fact. But this is her best friend.

Says they shared everything. It's a fallacy women share everything.

Is Cordy O'Hara married?

Divorced, I think. Single mother.

Geraldine Bretherick has wealthy husband,

great kid, designer house, maybe she felt she'd no right to complain.

Am I interrupting something? Nothing at all, Sergeant.

A five-year-old's in a morgue, DC Sellers, I'm struggling to find what's funny about that. Yes, sir.

DS Zailer.

Thank you. Pathology report's ready. That was quick.

Yeah, well, they fast-track it.

Great. Coming?

Wo-ho! Go get her, tiger!

Wo-ho!

Hey, Sal. Are you all right?

You look awful. You know that story in the news...

About the woman killing herself and her daughter?

Horrible, isn't it? I mean, I know kids drive you mad...

Her husband... Esther, I know him.

What do you mean? That course I went on a couple of months ago in Leeds.

Yeah? He was staying at the same hotel and...

I can't stop thinking about it, Esther.

His wife and his child are dead. He must be in such a state.

Sally, you didn't?

I did.

I slept with him, Esther.

Oh, come here.

We have received a toxicology report, Mr Bretherick.

Were you aware of your wife taking any medication for anxiety?

Benzodiazepine? No. But I...I have a prescription.

Could she have been taking your pills without you knowing? Yeah.

I suppose so, but I don't know why.

The bottle's in the drawer in the bedroom. Do you want me to get it?

Please.

So his pills ended up in her stomach?

It doesn't mean he force-fed them to her, does it?

These are all Geraldine's paintings, yeah?

Looks like it. What do you think?

Too chocolate-box for me.

I meant as evidence of her state of mind.

Not exactly depressed, are they?

What do you expect, The Scream?

It's empty.

Do you, er...do you think Lucy was asleep when she...

Would it... We really can't be...

We're pretty sure she was unconscious when she died.

You were abroad a lot, Mr Bretherick.

Could your wife have been lonely?

She had friends. She painted.

Did she have male friends?

She wasn't having an affair! OK?

I'm sorry to have to ask this, Mr Bretherick, I'm sure you'll understand.

Was there anything of that nature on your side?

No, I loved my wife.

Did your wife use this computer, sir?

We all used it. I'd like to check her correspondence, if that's OK?

Do you have to?

Yes, please, sir.

I think we'll leave it there for today, thank you, Mr Bretherick,

when DC Waterhouse has finished.

Sir.

Did you do any interview technique training?

He wasn't very keen on the idea of us taking the laptop, was he?

His wife has just killed herself and their daughter,

I'm thinking that's making him a little bit tetchy.

Maybe.

He was in Switzerland.

His alibi's solid.

I was at the hotel bar

and we got chatting.