JOHN (on phone): I think you're angry because you're losing him.

MARTIN: Go home, Cass.

♪ ♪ (door closes firmly) It's been a long, hard 30 years.

CASSIE: We have enough on Grayson and Baildon right now.

You all colluded.

No comment.

LEANNE: Our object is a pen.

CASSIE: This means he was stabbed.

I thought it was an accident.

So who did it?

CASSIE: Hi, Dad, it's me.

Can you call me, please?

I really want to speak to you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ ♪ (siren blaring) ♪ ♪ Where have you been?

♪ ♪ SUNNY: Excuse me.

(breathlessly): D.I.

Khan-- I'm looking for a woman brought in.

She was involved in an RTC.

GEOFF: What are we gonna say to the kids?

FIONA: Maybe enough's been said already.

Maybe now we just wait.

(car locks click) ♪ ♪ (cellphone vibrating) Hello?

SUNNY (on phone): Hey, is that Adam?

ADAM: Yup.

Hi, Adam, it's Sunny Khan here.

Oh, yeah, yeah, hey, Sunny.

SUNNY: Listen, your mum has been involved in an accident in her car.

She's at Whiteford General.

You should probably get down here.

SHANA: Circulation?

DOCTOR: Patient stable at the moment.

Happy to go straight to CT. SHANA: Sue?

SUE: Got traction on this fracture, good cap refill, and I've got a pedal pulse.

DOCTOR: Okay, pupils are sluggish.

SHANA: One or both?

DOCTOR: One.

Let's get her to CT. Could be a bleed.

Where did you go?

I needed some space.

♪ ♪ (door closes) Hey.

(dishes clattering) Oh, my God.

Lizzie, what's happened?

(indistinct chatter, device beeping) (sighs) You okay?

(groaning) Do you have any idea of what happened?

No.

They've got one witness who was 100 yards away.

Didn't really see it, just heard the smash.

The other vehicle apparently drove away.

They're checking for CCTV right now.

And she was okay when she left you?

I mean, she... You don't think she could have... She wouldn't have done this... She was fine.

She, she looked tired, she was distracted, but... (quietly): Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

ELIZABETH: And then, one night-- it was right at the end of my training... (quietly): I made a terrible mistake.

It happened in the blink of an eye, but it changed my life forever.

So that... shame and... guilt and fear sat inside me for... nearly three decades.

And it stopped me from doing so many things, Jan.

It stopped me getting close to people.

It stopped me living a life.

Until in the end, all I had was my job.

(voice breaking): And I'm telling you... this... ...because I want you to know that you changed all that.

However you did it, you allowed me to forget my past.

You allowed me to stop running.

To slow down.

To live.

And to love.

♪ ♪ Except now... (whispers): I have to tell you who I really am.

Hey, Mr. Hughes.

Martin, please-- where is she?

I'll take you up.

Hey, Adam.

Hey.

(scanner beeping, whirring) SHANA: Okay.

Can you fast-beep the neuros, please?

Yeah.

Sure.

(pressing phone buttons) SHANA: So we're preparing her for surgery right now.

And it's an involved operation, but we have one of the best neuro teams in the world here, so she's in absolutely the best place she could be.

(exhaling) ♪ ♪ Would you marry me, Sal?

You serious?

Completely.

Would you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I would.

♪ ♪ ANNA: So the way I've been feeling, the struggle...

It's about me.

Could I be happy?

And I can't rationalize it, but in the last day or so, when I've thought about him, I have started to feel that.

(voice breaking) I know there might be physical issues, maybe serious ones, and I know there will be times when it is hard, but all kids are hard.

Right now, I've stopped thinking of him as a baby with Down syndrome and I've started to think of him as our baby.

♪ ♪ (inhales softly) So no matter what happens with you... ...turns out I've started to fall in love with him, too.

♪ ♪ Hey.

Hey.

Where is she?

She's just gone in.

To surgery?

Yeah.

Right, okay.

Wow.

Yeah.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Hey.

Hey.

So she's out.

Of surgery?

Yeah.

Spoke to one of the nurses.

So she's on her way up to I.C.U., and the nurse thinks it went okay.

Really?

Yeah.

I mean, he said obviously we have to speak to the consultant, but he thinks it went really well.

Can we go and see her?

He's just checking now.

I said I'd go back up in ten minutes.

Okay.

Okay, I'll, um...

I'll let Dan know.

He's about to get a flight.

MIKE (on phone): Sorry, just to be clear, you genuinely think it's possible one of your suspects might have done this?

Well, I mean, that would be nuts, obviously, but suspects sometimes do nuts things.

So, if I were you, I'd be asking them where they were when she was hit.

I'd be looking at their cars, if it was stolen.

I'd be looking at their prints and clothes fibers-- the lot.

MIKE: I'm on it.

(hangs up) (exhales, clears throat) SUNNY: Okay, guys, could I have a moment, please?

(clearing throat) It's the one thing I can be sure she'd want us to be doing right now, is carrying on with our jobs, and doing everything we can to find Matthew's killer.

And, as ever, I can see no good reason to go against her wishes.

(soft chuckle) Okay, Fran, what have you got?

♪ ♪ (distant siren blaring) Hi-- Clive, is it?

Yes.

Hello, Uncle Clive.

We've never met, but I'm your nephew, Jerome.

♪ ♪ (exhales) Dean Barton/Quinn's brother, Stephen Quinn, died in August 1989.

He was four years older than Dean.

Found in the street with a fatal knife wound.

No one ever arrested, no witnesses, although the original report suggests the Quinns had a good idea who was to blame.

They closed ranks.

And where did the attack take place?

Ellerfield Road, Colindale, near where they lived at the time.

Why does that ring a bell?

I don't know, it'll come-- anything else?

Uh... just anecdotal stuff from the door-to-doors that Stephen was not like the other brothers, a quiet lad, academic, not a fighter at all, so it was an odd one.

Okay, thank you, good detail.

Uh, Murray.

MURRAY: So Dean Barton has a number of accounts: three business, one personal, joint with his wife, and three others-- bills, current, and for savings-- and there was nothing of any interest in any of them.

(sighs): Okay.

Then I found one other account listed with his, but not in his name.

Now, that account is in the name of Georgie Graves.

Dean set it up, and he's the signatory, and the account identifier is godson.

Now, Dean makes regular payments of 40 quid a month into that account, but that's literally all the activity there is.

Except until nine days ago, when there was a lump sum payment in, then quickly out, of 10K.

♪ ♪ Okay, and where did that money come from?

Uh, deposited in cash to a branch in Rochester High Street.

And where did it then go to?

To an account in the name of Grace Williams.

Now, I did a little digging, and it turns out that that just happens to be the maiden name of the first wife of Ram Sidhu.

Wow.

(soft chuckle) SUNNY: Uh-huh.

How far back did you go with those accounts?

Five years?

Go back further.

Guv.

(exhales softly) I wanted you to know that I absolutely got your message, and everything is fine.

And as soon as you're better, we want you to know that everything will be back to normal.

Back to... street food on a Sunday on the South Bank.

And the B&B at Port Gaverne at Easter.

(chuckling): And you and me and Addie watching the World Cup.

And you always asking when the interval is and us pretending that you're serious.

It's all coming back, sweetheart, I promise you.

That, and much, much more.

All of it.

♪ ♪ (distant telephone ringing) ♪ ♪ MURRAY: DCI Sidhu, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

(telephone ringing) Hello, D.I.

Khan's phone.

Oh, hi, this is Alfie Birch from the lab.

I have news for you guys on your pen.

So I've ran various tests...

SUNNY: So we do now have a witness who can identify you by name as being the young man involved in a fight with Matthew Walsh in the Ifield pub three weeks before he died.

What witness?

The landlady, Suzie Montgomery.

Mm, well, I'm sorry, but she's wrong, it wasn't me.

Except we have another witness who also says that it was.

Who?

Fiona Grayson.

And Fiona has given us a lot of detail about what happened between you and Matthew Walsh in the pub, but also a lot of detail about what happened the night of Walsh's death.

Do you have anything that you want to add to what you told us in our last discussion, Ram?

Because this is your opportunity.

What's she told you?

I'd prefer to hear your side of things first.

It was Rob who spotted him.

I was half-asleep.

It was Rob who decided to pull over.

Okay.

Uh, so you lied before.

It was also Rob who suggested we give him a tug.

And how did Rob know him?

He was in the pub that night.

There's no recollection by anyone else of him being there.

Well, he's a quiet lad.

Tended to fade into the background.

Yeah, quiet and six-foot-five.

Well, he was there, it was him who spotted Walsh, and got out first.

Oh, so you now admit also that you got out of the car?

(inhales sharply) I did, yes.

So you lied about that before, as well.

So did you also run after him, after Matty Walsh?

I walked.

You walked after the guy who, just a few weeks before, had knocked seven shades out of you.

Yes.

Okay.

And then when you found him?

I didn't find him.

How do you mean?

I didn't even find Rob or the others.

After they got out, I didn't find any of them, so I headed home.

But you were in the car when it got pulled over.

(exhales) So, after maybe 15 minutes of looking for the others, I decided to head back to the main road, hope for a night bus.

About half a mile down the road, maybe 40 minutes after I first got out of the car, it pulled up-- Rob behind the wheel.

I got in, everybody seemed a bit weird.

I asked them what had happened, no one said much.

Then we got pulled over by a traffic cop about five minutes later.

Okay.

Very different version of events to Fiona Grayson's.

Well, she's gonna save her own back, isn't she?

Blame someone else.

They'll all do the same.

Mm, as indeed would you, I presume.

Except I'm telling the truth.

Despite us having three good witnesses who say they saw an Asian man chasing Matthew Walsh.

It was dark, I'm dark.

A defense lawyer would make mincemeat of them.

(computer mouse clicking) KAREN: H3... 2967.

Is that what you see?

That's what I see.

Brilliant, thanks so much.

ALFIE: Send Cass my best.

I will.

SUNNY: Six days ago, a phone mast picked up a signal from your phone heading down the A3.

I mention it because we also picked up Dean Barton's phone, um, same day, coming down from Rochester, and about the same time, also heading down the B3256, this very small B-road in Surrey.

He switched his phone off about a mile down that road.

Did you meet him somewhere down there, Ram?

No.

No?

No.

What were you doing down there, then?

I went for a walk to clear my head.

I've got some personal issues going on in my life.

Mm.

Right.

It's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?

Dean Barton, a bloke that you say that you haven't seen for 30 years, also happens to be down there at the same time.

Is it?

60 miles from his house, 30 from yours.

But let's agree for now that it was a coincidence.

What isn't one, though, is the ten grand Dean Barton transferred to your ex-wife's bank account just nine days ago.

And we checked with your ex, Grace?

And she had vague recollection of opening an online account with you many years ago, but had absolutely no idea that it still existed.

Nor that from 2001 to 2008, three or four times a year, lump sums of 5,000 pounds were paid into that account from the same account the 10,000 was sent the other day.

An account run by Dean Barton.

We also checked your landline calls a couple of days either side of the recent payment.

Can you tell me, DCI Sidhu, why you called the desk line of an Andy Renfold, a customs officer at the Port of Fenmarsh, the day the money appeared in your account?

No comment.

You and Dean Barton clearly have an ongoing relationship going back many years involving him giving you money.

With the Fenmarsh customs connection and the Barton family's criminal history, it's not a massive leap to guess that this has got something to do with drug importation and bribery.

Would I be on the right lines?

No comment.

So I have to ask you, where you, as a serving police officer, might be susceptible to bribery, what might Dean Barton hold over you, DCI Sidhu?

I didn't kill him.

I found him on the ground, bleeding from the head.

(shuddered breathing) Next to a wall.

I tried to save him.

Ask the others, they were there-- I gave him CPR.

I did everything I could to save him.

I'm not a murderer.

(plastic bag shuffling) We found that in your desk.

How long have you used a fountain pen, DCI Sidhu?

(door closes) You know, sometimes, I've felt slightly like apologizing to you.

For Mum, I mean, over the last year.

'Cause she's so not been herself.

Hm.

When she's out of this, when the job's finished, I just know you're going to see a whole new side to her.

But here's the thing, even with all the crap that's been going on in her life, I can just see how happy you've made her, John.

And will make her.

So thank you.

No thanks required.

Your mum is a belter.

(chuckles) I won the lottery the day I met her.

♪ ♪ (intercom ringing) RECEPTIONIST (on intercom): Cigne Pens, good morning.

Hi there, it's DC Kaz Willets, Bishop Street Station.

RECEPTIONIST: Oh, how can I help?

I'm just trying to track down the purchaser of one of your pens.

RECEPTIONIST: Come on up.

(door buzzing) Thanks.

SUNNY: I'd like to start, Dean, with the night of Matthew Walsh's death, because the account that you gave my colleague now differs significantly from what we've since heard from both Ram Sidhu and Fiona Grayson.

So is there anything that you'd like to change?

Yeah.

Okay, what would you like to change?

So, um, after your colleague left, I went back over that night, had a really good think about it, um, and it was, it was only then that I remembered that actually, I'd slept for most of the journey.

So whilst I said that the car hadn't stopped before it was pulled over by the police, it might well have done, but it's just I would have had no recollection of it.

Okay, well, once again, that doesn't chime with what both Ram Sidhu and Fiona Grayson have told us.

What they're now saying is that when it first stopped, you did in fact get out of the car, you did go after Matthew Walsh, and then later, you did help put the body in the boot of the car.

Yeah, well, whoever said that is misremembering or covering their own back, okay?

If, if somebody stuck a body in the back of the car whilst I was asleep, I mean, it... (stammering): It's possible, I guess.

I knew nothing about it.

So you knew nothing of the events of that night at all.

No!

Tell me, Dean, how on Earth did you manage to convince Ram Sidhu, an intelligent and ambitious young police officer, to become part of your cocaine smuggling operation?

What cocaine smuggling operation?

I am showing the suspect exhibit MB001, a selection of bank statements from an account set up by you, Dean, detailing multiple money transfers between this account and another account linked with Ram Sidhu.

A couple of hours ago, police arrested a customs officer called Andy Renfold.

Been very cooperative already, apparently.

And over the next few weeks, our forensics finance teams will be all over your financial history, and I suspect, given time, will be able to prove that you were importing cocaine through the Port of Fenmarsh.

So again, I ask you, was it just coincidence that your old friend from Hendon was so easily corruptible, or did you have some unique kind of leverage over him?

No comment.

Did you witness him involved in the murder of Matthew Walsh?

No comment.

Did you see him stab him in the head?

No comment.

Did you then help dispose of the body?

No comment.

♪ ♪ Let's take a break there.

(distant telephone ringing) What is it?

(phone hangs up) SUNNY (sighs): I don't know.

Why didn't he just throw Sidhu under the bus?

It felt weird.

Something we're missing.

Oh, and Rob sends his love.

Been in the wars himself.

You remember his teeth thing.

The implants he had done in Budapest.

He had them filed down in the end so that he could shut his mouth properly.

Then, last week, one of them fell out, literally whilst he was kissing his new girlfriend.

(chuckling) She almost swallowed it, which, as he said... (imitating Rob): "Wouldn't have gone down well, Addie.

Wouldn't have gone down well at all."

(machinery beeping) (breathes softly) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (quietly): Oh, God... What?

Yardley Crescent, where the Walshes lived, that's NW9.

Colindale-- that's NW9.

And Ellerfield Road, where Stephen Quinn was stabbed, where's that?

(exhales) It's... ...right in between.

SUNNY: Mm.

So how's about Matthew Walsh killed Stephen Quinn?

Two skanky criminal families living half a mile from each other, what are the chances they were rivals?

High.

The knife wound that Stephen Quinn suffered, where was it, on his body?

Uh... (Fran rifling through papers) Oh, man...

In the head.

JAKE: So Stephen Quinn is stabbed by Matthew Walsh in some sort of territorial dispute.

Yeah, and the Quinns know who did it, or at least they guess, and are biding their time for payback.

And then that night, driving back from the party, Sidhu sees Walsh, the lad he had a fight with three weeks previously...

Except what no one else knows is that this is also the lad Dean believes murdered his brother.

(lock beeping, door opens) She'd be proud of you.

KAREN: Guys!

I have got a right result with our pen.

So the pen was a nice one.

Costs north of a grand today.

And pens like that, Dean, they have serial numbers, which can identify who purchased them all these years later.

Do you know who bought that one?

No.

It was your brother Stephen.

What, so you... You think Stephen killed Walsh?

Unlikely-- he'd been dead eight months by then.

So?

SUNNY: So, Cigne, the company that make the pens, have, for over a hundred years, offered purchasers a free engraving service.

Initials, name-- up to six letters.

Your brother bought this pen on August the 2nd, a week before your 18th birthday, and their records show he asked for the initials "DB" to be engraved on the lid because he bought it for you, Dean, hadn't he?

A present for a brother he hoped was destined for a better life than the one that your surname prescribed.

Then a few weeks later, he was murdered.

The brother you adored, who'd encouraged you to escape.

Your ally.

Stabbed through the eye, with a knife, by the man, eight months later, you found unconscious in a patch of mud on a Northwest London allotment.

So I've spoken to the CPS homicide unit.

And at this point, they are very happy for us to charge you with his murder.

So this is your opportunity, now, Dean, to tell us your side of the story.

I was a young man who had, uh, had grown up drenched in violence.

From my father to my mother.

From my father to me and my brothers.

And between all of us and, and the rest of the world.

I used it, it was, I was...

I was a victim of it every day of my life.

It was like breathing.

Which is why I stayed in the car for so long.

Because I knew.

I've no idea how I, uh, how I found him first.

I mean, the others, they got out way before me.

But I did.

(voice trembling): He'd obviously, uh, tripped whilst he was running-- he'd hit his head on this low brick wall, and he'd knocked himself out.

And at first, I, I just stood there looking at him, just... trying... Just trying to stop myself, I think.

But in the end, I couldn't.

Like I say, it was in my DNA.

(gasping) (sobbing): So I did it, I did it.

I did what he'd done to Stephen.

I stabbed him.

(gasps): I pushed it through his wound, and I pushed, and I pushed, I pushed... (gasping) (exhales): And then I saw Ram.

He was coming through the trees, looking for him, so I left.

Came back, like, ten minutes later, when... (sniffles) When he was giving him CPR and the others had caught up.

(gasps, exhales) What I did is dreadful.

(swallows): Unusually just appalling violence.

But it's, it's who I was.

(sobbing) (sniffs) I tried to escape my past.

I failed at the first hurdle.

I can change my name.

Try and... remove myself from my family.

(sobs): Try and make myself something better... (sniffs) But we are who we are-- I don't...

I don't think you can ever really change that.

(sniffing) (bell ringing) ELIZABETH: For what it's worth, I did always think it was an accident, sir.

Not that that's any excuse.

But it's been exhausting, running from my appalling mistakes all these years.

And when I come out of prison, I hope I can live a simpler life.

(laughing) ELIZABETH: Which allows me to help those less fortunate than me... ♪ ♪ (softly): ...that goes in some way to making reparation.

So goodbye, sir.

And... Again, my sincerest apologies.

Your reparation has been the last three decades, Liz.

Good luck.

(sniffles) (crying): Thank you.

(sniffles) (door opens) This way, ma'am.

♪ ♪ FRAN: And you're sure there are no other connections he's concealed.

The kid's a career car thief.

He's not a hit man.

Okay, thanks, Mike-- see you soon.

Uh, so the other car-- Range Rover, they now know-- was driven by a 24-year-old car thief.

He'd only nicked it five minutes before.

Tire marks on the road support his claim that he braked hard.

He said she just pulled out in front of him.

Jesus.

(door opening) ♪ ♪ CUSTODY SERGEANT: Ramjeet Sidhu, you are charged that on the 23rd of March, 2020, while acting as a public officer, namely a police officer, at Twickenham, London, you did, without reasonable excuse or justification, misconduct yourself in a way that would amount to abuse of the public trust by accepting monies in order to facilitate the importation of a controlled substance.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention something now which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Do you have anything to say?

(sighs) RAM: When I was on my knees, over him, and pumping his chest, and hoping, and praying, my first thought, my absolute first thought, was that... (sighs): We had to call an ambulance.

I never for one second stopped to consider what that would mean for any of us.

I just wanted to do the right thing.

And then I saw the way they were all looking at me.

And in that moment, I knew there was only one person they'd ever blame.

♪ ♪ FIONA: They accept that the rest of us didn't know what Dean had done.

But they're going to charge Ram, Liz, and me with preventing a lawful burial.

May or may not get a custodial sentence.

And the other stuff?

Well, they obviously can't prove I was over the limit now, so that might go away.

But I told them about the license forgery.

And my lawyer thinks that's definitely a custodial.

Fiona, I'm... beyond stunned by the things you've done, and... so hurt and angry that at no point in 17 years did you think you could confide in me.

I'm also angry at myself.

For not seeing any of this, for... not asking enough questions.

Being too accepting.

But in the end, the simple truth is I don't find myself loving you any less.

♪ ♪ Much as I feel that maybe I should, I don't.

I don't like who you were, and maybe I love that person less.

But you, here, now?

No.

So...

I guess we try to move forward.

Deal with what happens next as it happens.

Try and help the kids through it all.

And just... Keep going.

♪ ♪ CUSTODY SERGEANT: Dean Calum Barton, you are charged that on the 30th of March, 1990, Alperton in the City of London, you murdered Matthew Kieran Walsh contrary to common law.

You are also charged that on a date between the 22nd of March, 2020, and the 24th of March, 2020, you did illegally import controlled substances contrary to Section 170(1) of the Customs and Excise Management Act 1979.

Do you have anything to say to either of these charges?

Tell his family, um, I'm sorry.

(sobbing): It was a terrible, terrible thing I did.

And I...

I've regretted it every single day of my life.

So please, tell them that I am... (sobbing): I'm so sorry.

Come with me, Mr. Barton.

Straight down.

♪ ♪ (door opens) (Dean sobbing) (cell door locks) What are you waiting for?

Go and tell her we did it.

Well, she did it-- again.

(chuckles) SHANA: So we knew from our scans that she'd had a bleed on her brain.

But when we opened her up, it was actually significantly worse than we'd feared: a substantial subdural hematoma, which had caused extensive compression and bruising to her brain.

And someone with that level of damage is, I'm, I'm so sorry to say, very unlikely to recover brain function.

We will of course continue to monitor her over the coming days.

We'll try to see if she can breathe independently, but... ADAM: Granddad... Martin... (door opens) Granddad... JOHN: Adam... let him go.

Go and look after your brother.

♪ ♪ No.

♪ ♪ CASSIE (on voicemail): Hey, Dad, me again-- listen, maybe I'm not going to get to speak to you today, so...

Uh...

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Again.

(sighs): I seem to be spending my life apologizing to you.

Well, no excuses, um... Apart from to say... this job has just...

It's drained me, it's stopped me from being able to think straight, see straight.

But it's ten and a bit more weeks and then I'm done, and then I hope we can get back to normal.

And of course I get it, the will thing, and I...

I just feel like a total failure right now.

But I can be better-- I will be better, I promise, and... Then, for however many years we all have together, we'll try and get back to normal.

Back to... street food on the South Bank on a Sunday, and the B&B at Port Gaverne at Easter, and you and me and Addie watching the World Cup and me always asking when the interval is, and you pretending I'm serious.

All of it, Dad, and much, much more, it'll come back, it will.

Anyway, you call me when you get this, and, uh, maybe I can take you and Jen out for dinner.

Clear the air.

That would be nice, wouldn't it?

I love you so much.

(crying) CASSIE (on voicemail): Hey, Dad, me again-- listen, maybe I'm not going to get to speak to you today, so... ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ SUNNY: So we've come together today to say, all of us in our different ways, goodbye to our beloved Cass.

It's not my place to talk about her as a mum, or as a daughter, or as a partner.

I'm here today to talk about her as my colleague.

As a police officer.

And on that front, I can say, without a scintilla of doubt, that she was the best I've ever met.

And it didn't matter if you were a victim of crime or had taken the wrong path yourself, she treated you the same.

Her place was not to judge, it was to pursue the truth.

And she did that affording everyone she interacted with the same honesty, good manners, and unfailing fairness.

Some of that decency was innate, some of it was learned from the people who taught her, but what it undoubtedly was was precious and rare.

And something that we as an organization-- indeed as a society-- need to remember to value.

Because we need more like them.

Because people like Cass Stuart are extraordinary.

(exhales) SUNNY: So we can be sad that we've lost someone we adored, and who we will miss every day, but we can also be grateful for the time we did have with her and for the impact she had on all our lives.

♪ ♪ Cass Stuart was my colleague, she was my mentor, she was my friend.

And I loved her.

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