All language subtitles for Lewis S07E01 Down Among the Fearful x264 RB58.en

Come on, Sarah, please.

Just a little bit. One little bit. Yeah?

Good girl. Good girl. Good girl.

OK.

Yeah? Good?

Good girl. Good girl.

- Were you taken to church as a child?
- This is not about indoctrination.

God was in my life before I was born.

And is that what they taught you?

At church.

- Is God the law?
- Yes.

Can he see you doing wrong?

Of course.

How's my gorgeous girl?

Both my gorgeous girls.

Hello.

Reuben. She's having her lunch.

She needs routine.

She needs changing, I'd say.

Then Daddy came back just in time, didn't he?

- Beans on toast OK?
- Why not?

It was yesterday.

Are you afraid of God's judgement?

He is gracious and merciful.

He's also vengeful.

Angry.

Like any concerned parent.

Yes. One who imposes irrational rules
no child can follow.

It's up to us to rationalise what's in the Bible.

The essence of faith is love.

(Phone rings)

Hello?

Hello, Mr Beatty. It's me.

- Don't forget your first one's in half an hour.
- Yeah. I'm on my way.

Who's that?

Vicki. There's a department meeting.
She was just reminding me.

Reuben.

Love you.

♪ (Plainsong)

Your CD must be scratched.

Don't you find the repetition meditative?

If meditative's another word for monotonous,
then yes. Very.

Highly effective in combating stress.

Yeah? But I'm not stressed.

You don't think you're stressed.

You've assimilated it.

God, man, watch out!

Come on!

There is someone trying to get through.

She's a little disorientated.

She didn't expect to go so soon.

Can you see her?

Does she look OK now?

She's standing on a road.

There was an accident?

Yes.

A car crash.

She's in a safe and peaceful place.

Any time you need to talk.

If you can get a word in edgeways.

Ha! That's Tina for you.

- I can't thank you enough, Mr James.
- Randolph, please.

Thanks.

Not the best way to get a copper's number.

It wasn't her fault.
It was the woman who crossed the road. She...

You're sounding a bit tense, James.

Remember to grab your CD from the car.

Brilliant.

Mack.

Who's Mack?

Was anyone in your family known as Mack?

My name's McLean.

I'm sensing an older man.

Grey hair.

I can smell smoke.

It sounds familiar.

He's very proud of you, Frank.

It can't be my dad, then.

Oh, I think it is.

He's saying he appreciates
everything you did for him towards the end.

But it was a great relief to go.

To escape my mother?

He's laughing.

He loves you very much.

He's with family now.

On the other side.

This is so strange.

It shouldn't be.

You see, my dad...

...is in the pub down the road.

So I looked through his phone...

Poll...

Found a text message from his colleague Vicki.

- She's pretty, super-bright.
- So are you.

With lovely shiny hair
that doesn't smell of baby sick.

What did it say?

"This afternoon was fun.
Can't wait to do it again."

- Right.
- And a kiss.

Not a word to Mum.

Hell no.

She'd kill to have you back home.

You and Sarah.

Give us our little fleapit any day.

He'd better not be cheating, Josh.

Not after everything I've given up for him.

Neck OK, is it?

- After your shunt?
- Mm-hm.

Give it time.

Hello?

Mr James?

Mr James?

Mr James?

She's in the car.

Get back a bit, please.

Thank you.

- The door was open?
- Yes, so I went in.

- Did you see anyone in the building?
- No. No-one at all.

Any lights on in any of the other offices?

I don't think there were.

- Have you been here before?
- Yes.

I'd come to talk to Geoff.

- Who's Geoff?
- My husband.

Does he work here too?

No, he's dead.

Randolph James is a psychic.

- Oh, right. I'm sorry.
- Sarge.

Found this on the body.

Geoff and I always liked a natter.

I tell him all my news.

About the kids. Footy.

Randolph James, you say?

Well, he hasn't been shot, strangled, stabbed,
beaten, bludgeoned or had his neck broken.

If we're listing things that haven't happened,

why not include that he hasn't been
struck by lightning or savaged by wolves?

Robbie, do I stand in your office
asking "Have you caught them yet?"

What is it about those eyes?

Strong painkillers, warm bath.

That's Robbie sorted. How about you?

Witness identified him as Randolph James
but he's Reuben Beatty on his debit card.

So he's leading a double life?

Randolph James is a practising clairvoyant.

He certainly looks like he's seen a ghost.

He was at the department.

Maybe it's not Reuben.
Someone could have stolen his card.

That's why we need him identified.

Do you need a minute?

I need to know.

Thanks.

Mrs Beatty, is it Reuben?

What happened?

We're still waiting for the autopsy report.

Until we decide otherwise, we're treating
your husband's death as suspicious.

What was he doing in some office?

We've reason to believe
he was moonlighting as a psychic.

That's absurd.

He's a junior research fellow at
the Department of Psychology. He's a scientist.

He investigates systems of belief,
why people believe.

Could it have been part of his research?

Well, he never mentioned it.

Then again, he was hardly home.

Are you sure?

One of his clients found him.
She knew him as Randolph James.

It just gets worse.

What does?

"We'll never have secrets."
That's what he said.

"When love strikes like this,
you've got to trust it."

We met at a fresher's ball.

Took us six days to get engaged.

And when we weren't together,
we were incomplete.

Couldn't function.

Whirlwind romance, eh?

That's what my mum said.

The sooner we get her back home the better.

Right. Thanks.

Not one word.

There was no meeting in the Department
of Psychology yesterday afternoon.

Not cancelled. Never scheduled.

Reuben Beatty lied to his wife.
Why doesn't that surprise me?

Yeah, poor lass.

Lost not only her husband
but all her faith in him too.

Stuck at home with a little 'un,
no idea what he was up to.

Probably thinking the worst.

If he was moonlighting,
she didn't get a whiff of any cash.

Bearing in mind what she was used to,
it could have driven her to desperation.

Not kill, though, surely.

Well, she said her husband
investigated people's belief systems.

He destroyed hers.

According to the landlord of his office building,

Randolph James
was six months into a 12-month lease.

The rent was paid out of a building society
in the name of Reuben Beatty.

He and his wife had a joint account
but this one was set up in secret.

And he topped it up weekly
with wodges of cash.

Found no other trace of Randolph James.

It seems to be an identity
confined to a psychic's chair.

Why would Reuben, a postgrad scientist,
moonlight as Randolph the clairvoyant?

Well, lots of scientists have irrational beliefs.

Isaac Newton thought the Bible
was a cryptogram set by the Almighty.

Walking Wikipedia.

Only more accurate.

We found four sets of 40 quid at the scene,
which means he was doing it for the money.

Just taking advantage of
the recently bereaved.

Some people are so gullible.

Well, if believing in the spirit world
gets them through, who are we to knock it?

Get on to his colleagues
from the Department of Psychology.

Yeah.

Maybe they had some idea what he was up to.

Sorry to hear about your bump.

Thanks, ma'am.

Must bring back memories, the collar.

Only when it itches.

- This is my home.
- You're not thinking clearly.

Why is it whenever I make a decision
you don't agree with I'm not thinking clearly?

This flat belongs to the college.

Reuben is no longer a student here.

A bit of compassion wouldn't go amiss, Mum.

Someone has to keep a clear head.

We can always rely on that from you.

Yes, actually, Joshua,
because I'm the one that brought you up.

- If I was pushy...
- Only you could turn Reuben's death

into a platform for your sacrifices
as a single mother.

At least I got a good settlement out of your dad.
Reuben's left you with nothing.

You always hated him.

I hated how he rushed you
when you had so much potential.

They're going to ask you to leave
sooner or later.

I can't. Not yet.

I've got your old room ready.

You'll have my support.

I know how hard it'll be.

Think about it, Polly, please.

Apologies for the delay, gentlemen.

It took some time to find.

But if you screw your eyes up really tight,

you'll see a tiny puncture wound.

- A bite?
- Eight-millimetre hypodermic needle.

- Delivering what?
- An extremely powerful paralysing agent

called M99.

Pharmaceutical name Etorphine.

It's a controlled substance
strictly for use on large mammals.

Etorphine's a sedative.
He didn't seem very sedated when he died.

That's because first of all
he was fed barbiturate.

- How?
- Piece of cake.

For you maybe.

He was fed a piece of cake
soaked with barbiturate.

Surely the barbiturate would have eventually
stopped him breathing. Why two drugs?

- If you want him dead...
- Barbiturates operate in three broad stages.

Sedation stage, unconsciousness and death.

Based on his weight and height,

I've calculated he was only given
enough barbiturate to sedate him.

So his murderer wanted him woozy
but not completely out of it?

Yeah, and then some time after
injected him with a lethal dose of Etorphine.

Like James said, why not just finish the job
with a lethal dose of barbiturate?

That would involve a complete loss of control
and a lot of wild thrashing about.

Could be messy, noisy.

Attract unwanted attention.

Mm. Whereas a massive overdose of Etorphine
would shut down respiration in seconds.

It explains the look on his face.

Conscious enough
to know what was happening to him

but unable to do anything to stop it.

But no physical pain.

On that front his murder was as considered
as the most compassionate form of euthanasia.

If this Etorphine's used to knock out animals
we should get on to all the local vets,

see if any significant dosage has gone missing.

(Phone rings)

REUBEN: Guess what, we're not here
but you know what to do and when to do it.

- (Bleep)
- Hello. It's Vicki.

Vicki Walmsley from the department.

I just wanted to say, Polly, I'm really sorry.

- Hello.
- (Line goes dead)

MAN: Parapsychology...

The study of contested mental phenomena

such as telepathy, near-death experiences,

clairvoyance, psychokenesis...

If any of you believe in such phenomena,
then knock three times.

(Laughter)

Or should I say, more fool you.

- (Knocking)
- No other species lives

within such a complex framework
of competing beliefs.

You will learn under my guidance

how to conduct a rational attack
on the subject's beliefs,

thereby identifying the mechanisms
that retain them.

Thank you very much. That's all.

Gentlemen...

Professor Crane?

Inspector Lewis.
This is Detective Sergeant Hathaway.

I didn't have you down as volunteers.

It's such a shame about Reuben.

- Professor Crane...
- This is Vicki.

She worked alongside Reuben.

We're sorry for your loss.

Do you know how he was killed?

He was sedated and then given
a lethal injection of Etorphine.

- Oh, my God.
- (Phone rings)

Excuse me. That's mine. Sorry.

(Shuts call down)

It came as a great shock to the department.

Have any idea why someone
may have wanted him dead?

None whatsoever.
He was well liked, he was very popular.

He was one of my best postgrads.

A true sceptic.

What, he didn't believe in the paranormal?

Of course not.

Were you aware that he was practising
as a psychic in the centre of town?

- I'm sorry.
- There must be some mistake.

(Phone rings)

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

I'm going to have to take this.

Gentlemen, please. Thank you.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Excuse me.

Yep?

(Phone rings)

- Vicki?
- Who's Vicki?

(Sighs) Hi, Mum.

Darling,
it's a truly terrible thing that's happened

but you need to think about restarting your life.

Yours and Sarah's.

She needs you to be strong.

Polly.

Polly.

Yeah. OK, Mum.

What the hell was Reuben up to?

Going out on a limb,
going against everything he ever believed in.

Maybe he was questioning the rationalism
imposed on him by Professor Bumptious.

Excuse me.

I wasn't as honest in front of Professor Crane
as I might have been.

About what?

Reuben.

What he was doing.

Crane is old school.

Conducts all his experiments
under laboratory conditions.

Our subjects know what they've signed up for.

Reuben had this idea
that he'd get better results in the field.

Real people.

People who've just lost their loved ones,
in the depths of despair.

Nice.

Do you believe in God, an afterlife?

No.

But I don't believe in conning people either.

How about you?

I don't think that's relevant, is it?

We all know there's nothing after death
but people cling on to the idea.

They carry their lives on as normal.

Why aren't they running down the street
telling people that no-one really dies,

or why aren't they killing themselves
to be with their deceased loved ones?

- Faith and rationality aren't mutually exclusive.
- That's what we wanted to investigate:

the mechanism that allowed

that exact dissonance
between what we believe and how we behave.

So you taught Reuben the art of cold reading,

rented an office
and stuck an ad in the local press.

Yeah. Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

- Took money from people.
- To pay the office rent.

Well, there's the best part of two grand left over.

Reuben reckoned there was no difference
between him or any other clairvoyant.

Apart from he knew
it was nothing more than a trick.

He still helped them.

Do you have any idea how lonely it feels?

Having this discussion
without him to back me up.

If you want to know what loneliness feels like,
ask his wife.

And she could have done with
some of that money.

Were you having an affair with him?

No.

Do you have any idea who his clients were?

He kept an appointment book.

I never saw it, never knew their names.

Why would you? They weren't important.
They were only subjects.

That appointment book
wasn't in Reuben's office.

Maybe he kept it at his flat.

Take a look.

Was she lying, do you reckon, about an affair?

Not sure but I do think she loved him.

Vicki's defence of Reuben was that he knew
he was exploiting people. That's disturbing.

I'd find it more disturbing if he
actually believed he could talk to the dead.

- Vicki was with Reuben all the time.
- (Pager)

His wife Polly hardly ever saw him.

But would that give her
concrete motive for killing him.

Come on, we're going to
the Natural History Museum.

Meet Kanan Dutta.

Kanan Dutta?

The Oxford Campaign for Assisted Dying.

He works there.

This Dutta, who did he lose?

A teenage daughter in a diving accident.

She was in a persistent vegetative state
for a year.

Why do you think it's personal?

Most advocates of euthanasia
have seen a loved one suffer.

It overwhelms their belief in the sanctity of life.

Sorry for the delay in getting back to you.

I presumed you'd
got in touch about the campaign.

No, that's not what this is about.

We've been investigating a murder where,
to all intents and purposes,

the victim's been put to sleep.

Our pathologist says it has all the hallmarks
of euthanasia.

Most murder is unplanned and violent.
This was planned and pain-free.

Sedated with barbiturate,
murdered with Etorphine.

That's a bit over the top.

A single drop can kill a man within seconds.

Are you familiar with the drug?

My wife and I used to work
as conservationists in Angola.

We often used it to anaesthetise large animals.

Elephants mostly.

The barbiturate was in a slice of cake.

Barbiturates are traditionally bitter-tasting.

A sweet cake would disguise that.

So the victim was given cake?

Sedated and then killed?

Are you sure it wasn't
some form of mercy killing?

He wasn't killed immediately. We have reason
to believe he was kept alive for some time.

(Sobs)

The whole point of euthanasia
is to prevent prolonged suffering.

It sounds like your murderer knew
the technique and callously abused it.

I'm sorry but Katherine, my wife, is waiting.

Was there anything else?

I'm sorry, by the way, about your daughter.

It must be, well...

Just trying to remember her as she was before.

Celebrate that, you know.

What was she like?

She was so...

full of energy.

She came on all our conservation trips
from the age of five.

And after the accident, we convinced ourselves
there might be a miracle.

Classic denial.

But as time dragged on, we soon realised that
all that lay ahead for Jo was just lying there.

Wired up to some machine.

Feeling God knows what.

Terrified maybe.

We knew that her life
was being needlessly prolonged

but we were refused permission
to do anything about it.

We wanted to protect her,
spare her from suffering.

Any parent would feel the same.

We brought her home.

It just felt like the right thing to do.

And then fate intervened.

A chest infection.

Not many people in our situation
have that blessing.

My wife torments herself about it every day.

I won't be able to do anything to help her.

Whereas you've found a way to move on.

At least keep moving.

And you still think it's wrong
to want to put somebody out of their pain?

Just because I'm uncomfortable with it
doesn't make it wrong.

Who are they?

Detectives.

I don't like the police hounding us at every turn.

It wasn't about the campaign.

They just had some technical questions
about a murder case.

How was your morning?

Well, I made it.

To the hairdresser's.

They had no idea what to say.

Which makes a change.

INNOCENT:
Why keep the clairvoyant experiment a secret?

Crane likes to have his imprimatur
on everything.

The plan was to do the research
without anybody knowing about it

and then make a big splash in their own right
with some kind of book.

But why didn't he tell his wife?

Were Reuben and Vicki
more than just colleagues?

Not according to Vicki.

Somebody went to his office with
the sole intention of scaring him half to death

before finishing the job off
with an animal tranquiliser.

There must be some significance
to the way he was killed.

Well, he abused a lot of
vulnerable people's trust.

We need to know who they are.

Here, listen to this.

National DNA Database has got an ID match
on a hair follicle found in Reuben's office.

Belongs to a Justine Skinner.

She's in our system for breaking into
a neighbour's house and killing their cats.

Bring her in.

Yeah, I'll do that. You go back to Reuben's flat.

Check that Uniform didn't miss anything.

OK.

Reuben's death, yes.

I hope this won't compromise things too much.

As you can appreciate, I've...

Thank you, Vicki.

You won't find anything.

The college have cleared it out.

All trace of us gone.

Like we were never here.

Where are you living now?

My mum's.

It's fine.

Except the fact she's there.

I want to have good memories
but all I can think about is him and Vicki.

I hate the thought of her grieving for him.

She has no right.

You took your time.

- You were expecting me?
- Yeah, Reuben told me you'd come.

I didn't find anything.

Except for Polly Beatty.
She's not in a good way.

Is this the woman that killed the cats?

Yes. She was arrested for burglary
and criminal damage just under a year ago.

She broke into her neighbour's house
and lethally injected four cats.

CPS decided not to prosecute because of
her mental health issues at the time.

Maybe she's had a relapse.

Turned her attention from cats to people.

(Pager)

Reuben came to me not long after he passed.

He told me you'd need my help.

Justine, the questions I'm about to ask you
have nothing at all to do with the spirit world.

Do you understand?

I'm not stupid, Inspector.

We know that you visited Reuben
on the day he died.

Why was that?

I wanted to talk to my mother.

My channels were blocked.
I get angry, you see.

No good for anyone.

So I thought I'd try new blood.

But he was no good.

A charlatan with a fake name.

How did that make you feel?
When you found that out.

Disappointed.

I told him so too.

He won't tell me how he was killed.

He was given a lethal injection.

Sound familiar?

I wasn't well.

What did you use
to put your neighbour's cats to sleep?

I can't remember.

I had blackouts.

Daze.

Grief.

Drink.

Anger.

It all broke down.

Who were you angry with?

I was my mother's sole carer for 25 years.

She had cats.

Four of them.

When she died,
she gave them to the neighbour

and everything else to Cats Protection.

Left me with nothing.

I could hear them next door.

Mewling, taunting me.

So I broke in.

I did to those cats what I wished I'd done to her.

She let me down.

Reuben Beatty let you down.

And now I can't get rid of him.

Are you OK?

- Justine?
- He's trying to tell me who killed him.

There's a woman in danger.

Who?

Such anger in his office.

Someone wants him to feel terrible fear.

A woman.

No. No. A man.

Justine, if you're trying to
throw me off the scent here...

I know him.

He's a psychic.

Frank. Frank...

McLean.

Thanks for coming all the way out here
at such short notice.

You're worried about being seen with me.

No offence but you look like a policeman.

Oh, dear.

Promise me this stays off the record.

That I'll be safe.

It's about Reuben. You want us
to find whoever killed him, don't you?

You loved him, didn't you?

Three weeks ago
I was asked by Professor Crane

to help him devise an experiment
for an external agency.

What sort of experiment?

Sleep deprivation.

And how it affects willpower.

Breaks it down.

And the external agency?

Let's just say...there's military involvement.

Whose military?
Ours, the state, private contractor?

- And for what purpose? Torture?
- (Door opens)

I honestly don't know.

Reuben got wind of the project
and told Crane he thought it was unethical.

He was probably right

but I think he was just pissed off
Crane asked me to assist and not him.

Because he'd miss out on a fee?

It was more of an ego thing.

How did Crane feel about Reuben finding out?

Reuben told Crane, if he didn't pull out, he'd
go to the department board with a complaint.

And that would have stopped the project?

I don't know.

It might have been enough
to jeopardise Crane's involvement.

So what are you telling me? Crane
had Reuben killed in order to silence him?

You told me that Reuben
was killed using two drugs.

- Barbiturate and Etorphine?
- Mm.

Well, some barbiturates are used
to form the basis of so-called truth drugs.

Used by intelligence organisations
all over the world.

Isn't it possible that they used that to find out
what Reuben knew about the project?

And killed him
when they realised he knew too much.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I've never felt this scared before.

Some of us don't have the safety net
of life after death.

I should go.

- Do you want a lift?
- No.

I can't be seen with you.

(Bleep of central locking)

Hello?

- Frank McLean?
- Who wants to know?

Detective Inspector Lewis.

You want to talk to me about Randolph James?

Er, yeah.

Present your warrant card to the camera.

(Buzzer)

Lovely place.

Business is clearly good.

I never subscribed to the belief
work should be its own reward.

I much prefer actual money.

You must be very good at what you do.

We're the only creatures aware
that life has a beginning, a middle and an end.

Every life has a story and for a small fee
I help my clients find a shape to theirs.

Using psychic ability?

Whatever you take me for, Inspector,
don't take me for a fool.

You and I both know
that I'm one step up from the fairground.

The skill lies
in presenting the logical as mystical.

For example, how did I know why
you've come to see me?

Because I've got a notorious website on which
I'm roundly critical of fellow "practitioners".

And I also assume
you've seen my latest blog post.

I haven't, actually.

"Randolph James.

A terrific stage name

that sadly wasn't matched
by his cold-reading skills."

Unless we maintain a certain standard,
we all get tarred with the same brush.

Someone's got to sort the wheat from the chaff.

And that's you?

I don't trust anyone else.

In this world or the next.

I take it you know
that Randolph James has been murdered?

I heard a whisper, yeah.

So when did you post this?

Tuesday night.

If you didn't know about it,
how come you're here?

Did somebody point you in my direction?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Keith Poland?

Liz Burkewood?

Jodie Osbourne?

Justine Skinner?

Randolph James' real name
was Reuben Beatty.

How hostile did you really feel towards him,
Mr McLean?

When did you visit him?

I always go twice.

The first to check them out
and the second to confirm my first impression.

I afforded Randolph the same courtesy.

And then I destroyed him.

What?

Online.

Aye.

I don't think Frank McLean's our killer.

He needs phoney psychics
to prop up his self-esteem.

How was your secret meeting?

Worrying. Meet you outside
the Department of Psychology.

Yeah.

What's this about?

Crane was devising
a secret military experiment.

He wanted Vicki on board but not Reuben.
Reuben threatened to sabotage it.

What kind of experiment?

It means that Crane, Vicki
or whoever Crane was working for

- had ample reason to want him out of the way.
- Yeah, but what...?

Oh, isn't that... That's Vicki.

Vicki, can we talk?

Vicki!

Excuse me.

Vicki!

Vicki!

Look after her.

Help me.

What's the matter?

- (Chokes)
- Someone get an ambulance, please!

- Tell me I'll be OK.
- You'll be fine.

Get an ambulance, please!

I'm frightened.

Pray with me.

If you look in the centre of the bruising
you'll see a tiny hole,

which may seem familiar.

Same as the one on Reuben Beatty's arm.

Someone just banged into her.

Next thing she's on the ground.

This figure in a hoodie ran off, got away.

Man or woman?

No idea.

Quick on their feet, I'll give them that.

Injected. Same drug. Etorphine.

I heard you were with her when she died.

That's rough. I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Etorphine. We've had a result from our inquiries.

Garsington Equine Centre reported a theft.

Sleepless night?

I should have stayed with her.

When she told me about Crane,
she was scared for her life.

Well, don't give yourself a hard time, James.

Professor Crane's her boss.
He got her into it.

Let's hear what he's got to say about it.

(Phone rings)

(Phone continues to ring)

- Detective Inspector Lewis?
- Yeah.

Lucy Soper.

This is exciting.

Do you like horses, Inspector?

When I bet on a winner, yeah.

It's my passion.
I eat, breathe and sleep horses.

You should come for a trek.

The old plodders are quite safe.

Never underestimate a plodder.

I'm sorry to have to bring you in
at what must be a very difficult time for you.

Don't be. You've an investigation to conduct.

But if you're going to ask me
the same questions about Vicki

that you asked about Reuben,
then I'm going to give you the same answer.

I have no idea why anybody
would want either of them dead.

Could it have something to do
with the work you've been offered?

- Work?
- For the military.

I understand you've been offered
a great deal of money to undertake it.

And Reuben was jeopardising that
by threatening to go public about it.

That would give you motive for Reuben's
murder and probable cause for Vicki's.

Who told you this?

Did Vicki come to see you
after Reuben was killed?

Did she ask you if you'd killed him
or knew anything about his death?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Where were you between four and five
yesterday afternoon?

That's easy, I was doing my daily jog.

And if you want to check that, you can ask
the man at the juice bar in the market.

I always buy a drink there.

You said on the phone that a small amount of
Etorphine had disappeared from your stock.

O.25 milligrams to be exact.

I had no idea it was missing
till your lot asked us to check.

We only use it in emergencies,
until the vet can get here.

Whereabouts is it stored?

All our pharmaceuticals
are kept in the dispensary. I'll show you.

I've no idea who might have taken it.

Has someone abducted a horse or something?

Were you approached by the military
to design a trial for them?

No, but I do find the idea intriguing, I must say.

What sort of trial?

Have you signed the Official Secrets Act?

Let me tell you about Reuben and Vicki.

Reuben was the clear-headed one.

He was driven. You know, detached.

My protégé, in fact.

He set up shop as a clairvoyant.

He didn't tell you, your protégé?

He branched out with Vicki.
That must have stung.

Now, Vicki, the total opposite.

She's brilliant but excitable,

the type of person who may well
submit to hysterical conspiracy theories

to justify the object of her affection's death.

Are you claiming that you didn't approach Vicki
to assist you in the trial instead of Reuben?

Had there been any sort of trial, I assure you
I would have favoured Reuben over Vicki.

This cupboard is always locked
and I keep the keys in the office.

I'm the only one who could administer it
and always with an antidote to hand.

An accidental injection can be fatal for a horse.

For a human being too.

Gosh, yes.

You're not telling me
it's been used to kill someone?

Two people, in fact.

That's awful.

How many people have access to the office,
Lucy?

Lots of people.

And how often do you do a stock take?

We do one annually.

In fact, we're probably due for one
round about now. Thanks for the reminder.

I'm going to need a list of all your staff
and paying customers.

I understand your position. You have a great
deal to protect, a great deal to be frightened of.

Nothing to be afraid of
because I'm telling the truth.

Reuben Beatty was drugged.

And then kept alive
knowing that he faced certain death.

Tortured.

Terrorised for information maybe.

Doesn't that bother you, Professor?

It takes a lot of effort to keep your hands still,
doesn't it?

- I was watching you earlier through the mirror.
- Ah, studying the lab rat, eh?

I'm trapped.

I'm used to sitting where you're sitting.

Deconstructing people.

Helping them cope with the truth.

Or, failing that, working out why they're in denial.

Denial of what?

That they aren't part of
something greater than themselves.

That this is it.

You know, we're no different, you and I.

Mm?

Here you are, trying to break me down.

Except your subjects aren't criminals or liars.

You've no real evidence.
You've no reason to keep me here.

It's quite in keeping with
the blindness of your faith.

My little test.

Those who don't believe in God
readily admit it.

I'm keeping you here
because I think Vicki was telling the truth.

And you're not.

Then talk to me when you have some proof.

You can tell how busy we've been.

And this is without the drop-ins
and the holiday-makers.

Thanks.

When was the last time you used Etorphine?

Less than a year ago.

It was awful.

A dressage horse slipped and broke its leg
during training for a national competition.

It hit the ground and rolled onto its rider,
a teenage boy.

He was crushed from the waist down.

His mother was running the session.

A championship rider herself and ambitious
for her children to follow in her footsteps.

We suspected she'd been
pushing the horse and son too hard.

"Into my heart, an air that kills

From yon far country blows:

What are those blue remembered hills,

What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again."

LEWIS: So what happened to the boy?

He's been more or less
confined to a wheelchair ever since.

The horse had to be put down.

Not a good day.

Everyone was screaming and panicking.

So amid all this chaos, your stockroom
could have been left unlocked for a time?

Yes, I suppose.

Staff.

Customers.

Vol...

Vollies?

Volunteers.

Can't get enough of them.

Justine Skinner.

Thanks, Lucy.

Crane's alibi checks out, sir.

What about this work Vicki said he'd taken on,
this contract?

He's holding out on us. He says
it's some hysterical fabrication on Vicki's part.

Can't rule that out.

Well, whether she was right or wrong,
he was spooked by something.

Unless he was just grieving.

How did you get on?

O.25 milligrams of Etorphine stolen
from Garsington sometime in the last year.

And guess who volunteers there?

Justine Skinner the cat killer.

You're saying Justine Skinner killed Reuben?

Well, she was in his office.

Yeah, but she was right here in custody
when Vicki Walmsley died.

Maybe she had an accomplice. Maybe one of
her clients proved malleable to suggestion.

Mm. Whatever, she's our only link
between Reuben and the Etorphine.

So we'd better keep an eye on her.

(Knock at door)

What do you want?

If you were kosher, darling, you'd know.

We've got Vicki here jogging.

That's where I called her name.

There, see? She's on the ground.

Whoever did it's gone.

Stop it there.

Can you wind that back?

Just stop it there.

Can you blow that bit up?

Anyone make out if they're male or female?

Someone's just called asking to speak to you
in connection with the Beatty murder.

- Did they have a name?
- Joshua Grace.

He says he's Polly Beatty's brother.

Joshua?

Detective Inspector Lewis.

This is my colleague
Detective Sergeant Hathaway.

Is it Joshua or Josh?

Josh.

Um...

Don't be nervous.

Anything you tell us here is just between us,
OK?

What do you want to tell us, Josh?

You know the day Reuben was murdered?

In that office?

Yeah.

- Well, I...
- It's OK. Take your time.

- Mum went there.
- Where?

To Reuben's office in Oriel Street that day.

I know cos I was in the car.

What time was this?

After school, about half three. I didn't think
anything of it. She's always running errands.

But then Polly told me
where Reuben's office was and...

How did your mother and Reuben get on?

Mum likes to get her own way.

If she wants her daughter
to get a First in psychology

or her son to be a championship rider,

you don't really have much say.

Look what I had to do to get out of it.

Did this happen at Garsington?

I don't think Mum killed him or anything.

But she might know something.

Get over to their house and talk to the mother.

If she doesn't admit she was in Reuben's office
that day, take her fingerprints.

We'll compare them with the unidentified ones
SOCO found.

Hello, Polly.

Have you found out who did it?

Not yet. Is your mum in?

This is Detective Sergeant Hathaway.

- He's investigating Reuben's murder.
- Do sit down.

I hope you've got some news for us.

I think it might be better
if I spoke with your mother alone.

If this is about Reuben,
I've every right to stay.

Darling, why don't you go and check on Sarah?

- Mrs Grace...
- Jane, please.

Did you know that Reuben
was renting an office on Oriel Street?

Yes.

That's where he was killed, right?

- Did you know before?
- No, of course not.

We have evidence that suggests you did
and that you visited him the day he was killed.

What?

I'd advise you that withholding information
in a murder inquiry is a very serious offence.

Mum.

Yes.

I did know. About the office.

What?

He was never at home. I presumed he was
having an affair.

I followed him one day from the department.

- You spied on him?
- Someone had to make you see sense.

- I knew you'd just keep making excuses for him.
- You just wanted to get rid of him.

I thought if I could give you a reason...

- So why didn't you, Mum?
- Believe me, I wanted to.

Why didn't you tell me?

I never found him with another woman,
all right?

Why did you go to Reuben's office
the day he was murdered?

Jane...

To talk to him.

To confront him.

He told me he was doing
some counselling on the side.

Asked me not to tell Polly.

I said I didn't trust him.

And I offered him money.

To divorce her.

You did what?

He said he didn't care
whether I trusted him or not.

He told me he loved Polly.

He was hoping to surprise her
with a deposit for a proper family home.

For her and Sarah.

I didn't tell you before
because the next thing Reuben was dead.

I knew how it would look.

This is a serious offence.

You were the last person to see Reuben alive
and you didn't come forward.

I didn't kill him.

Joshua told you, didn't he?

You all right?

Yeah.

In a way, Mum's done me a favour.

At least now I know he did love me.

I can't shake the idea of him and Vicki
having an affair.

They weren't.

Maybe I should talk to her.

You can't. She was murdered yesterday.

You being convinced that they were
having an affair gives you a motive.

You can't think I killed them?

No, no, I was angry with both of them, yes,
but only because I didn't want to lose him...

I love him more than anything.

I could never... He's the father of my child.

Have you told us everything you know?

Yes.

Except...

(Phone rings)

Yeah?

Justine's not picking up,
so I'm going round there.

I want to know what happened to that Etorphine
from the Garsington riding school.

What did Josh's mother have to say?

Admits going to see Reuben, denies killing him.

She had motive, she had opportunity,
but no reason to kill Vicki.

I'll call you back.

I was looking for answers.
I couldn't make any sense of it.

I'm going to need to take this.

Oh, God, no.

Justine?

Justine, who did this to you?

Frank McLean.

Frank McLean,
the guy she reckons killed Reuben.

As a result of some message
from beyond the grave?

Yeah. But she did warn us
that there was a woman in trouble.

Who, Vicki Walmsley or herself?

Well, the afterlife's obviously a bit vague
on the specifics.

So we've certainly got enough
to go after McLean for assault.

Well, that's not all we've got, sir.

What the hell does all this mean?

Well, according to Vicki, Reuben did psychic
hearings on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

So these are his clients' initials
and the order of the appointments.

How many times did Justine visit him?

Just the one.

- And he died on a Tuesday.
- Mm.

He's booked up for most of the next few weeks.

There should be a JS in here somewhere.

Clients became regulars.
He must have been good.

I never realised so many people
fell for this kind of thing.

Grief makes people irrational.

Can't blame them for that, I suppose.

You can blame the parasites that feed off them.

Yeah, it would come as a hell of a blow
to find out that this was some sort of giant scam.

Maybe someone did.

There she is. Justine Skinner and FM.

- (Phone rings)
- Frank McLean.

He was booked at three, says he left early.

KD, SS.

Susan Smith who found Reuben's body.

Lewis.

Ah, right.

Thanks.

So KD was due in after she left.

We have McLean in custody.

Hello, Frank.

Would you please do me the courtesy
of explaining why I'm here?

Maybe you'd do me the courtesy of explaining
how you got those grazes on your hand?

Justine Skinner is in hospital.

- When you left her for dead...
- Oh, please.

...she blacked out.

- If she hadn't been able to reach her phone...
- An hour later.

...she'd probably still be lying there now.

Well, I am sorry about that
but it's nothing to do with me.

I got you so wrong.

I thought,
here's a man that wouldn't kill somebody

when he can break them down with words.

Never had you down as a coward
who would beat up a defenceless woman.

When I saw you, I thought, now here's a man
that won't present any great challenge

with his simple questions
and his dumb open face.

And I wanted to find out who'd incriminated me,
so I fired some names.

And you reacted to Justine Skinner.

I cold-read you in a heartbeat.
You shouldn't be so lax, Inspector.

A psychic and his colleague
have been murdered

and now another psychic
has been viciously attacked.

Forensics are crawling over her home
as we speak.

I only meant to scare her.

She's a vulnerable woman.
You violated the sanctuary of her home.

She set me up.

She said she'd seen a vision of me
in that dead bloke's office.

All because I wrote in my blog that she
was a disturbed cat-murdering spinster.

So I confronted her and she came at me,

and I pushed her away.

And that was all.

Can you read my face now, Frank?

I've never known a man of so much arrogance
and self-belief.

Not any more. He's a mess.

What you said before about what if Reuben's
clients found out he was a phoney,

that whatever got them through their pain
was a lie...

Well, I imagine they'd feel broken.

Wouldn't Professor Crane's subjects
feel the same?

Crane says that he wants to work out
why people believe in the paranormal

but he's also desperate to prove that any faith,
including religion, is pernicious,

because it affects
people's ability to think rationally.

He wants to push subjects
to the limits of their beliefs

and maybe he pushed one of them too far.

Vicki and Reuben conducted his experiments.

Maybe one of their subjects wanted revenge.

Who was that?

Ma'am?

Professor Crane is out of bounds.

What?

Crane is out of bounds.

Says who?

It doesn't matter who.

But, ma'am,
we need to get into his research files.

You think he's involved?

Well, we haven't ruled out the idea
that he might have killed Reuben and Vicki

to protect some potentially
lucrative source of income.

But there's also a second line of inquiry
we'd like to pursue with him.

In that case I'll rephrase, Professor Crane
is going to be out of bounds.

- As of when?
- First thing tomorrow morning.

And you really can't tell us why
or who gave you the instruction?

You've got 1 O hours. I wouldn't waste your time
trying to get anything out of me.

This is borderline harassment.

Your alibi checks out.

- Then what are you doing here?
- Why are you so jumpy, Professor?

Is it because your colleagues have been
murdered and you don't want to be next?

Don't you care
what happened to Reuben and Vicki?

- What good would that do?
- She was running for her life.

Didn't know if she was safe at home,
in the lab, in a crowd.

I'm not big on sentiment.

They weren't like children to me
but I was very fond of them.

And I am so bitterly sorry that I ever got them
involved in this sleep-deprivation experiment.

But please, I cannot disclose any details
about my employers.

That's not why we're here.

How do you select subjects
for your experiments?

We mainly use adverts in the local press
or Oxford journals or the department's website.

Is there a specific type of individual you look for?

It varies from one experiment to the next.

But why are you now interested in the subjects?

We think it's possible one of them
killed your students.

We're looking for someone with the initials KD.

Right, well,
the details will be in here somewhere.

So how does this work? People tell you
what they believe and you disprove it?

Yeah, we question it.
We counter their beliefs with logic.

We try and understand why they hold on to such
views despite all the evidence to the contrary.

They come to us voluntarily.
They know exactly what to expect.

And if we break them down,

their conviction must have been shaky
in the first place.

Of course, it has nothing to do with you
browbeating them into submission.

This last list of volunteers is three months ago.
There's no-one with the initials KD.

The last investigation was a few weeks ago.

Um, Vicki led it.

Um, under my supervision.

And Reuben assisted. Here it is.

An Investigation Into The Mechanism
Upholding Spiritual Conviction.

Sir.

What is it?

I think I know who killed Vicki and Reuben.

- Kneel down, now.
- Down! Down!

- What's going on?
- Kanan Dutta,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murders
of Reuben Beatty and Vicki Walmsley.

Who else is in the house?

No-one. My wife goes swimming at this time.

Right, get him down the station.

But I haven't done anything wrong.

Search the place thoroughly.
Any evidence of Etorphine...

I'm placing a photograph of Reuben Beatty

in front of Kanan Dutta.

Do you recognise this man?

Yes. From the news.

Reuben Beatty was sedated with barbiturates.

And then fatally injected with Etorphine.

You came to see me about it,
likened it to euthanasia.

Though to me it sounded more like torture.

You're familiar with barbiturates, Mr Dutta?

I give Katherine, my wife, a barbiturate-based
pharmaceutical to help her sleep.

But you also had access to Etorphine.

Didn't you? When you and Katherine
worked as conservationists in Angola.

Yes, but I don't now I'm here.

Why do you think I did this?

Did you volunteer for an experiment at the
Department of Psychology three weeks ago?

To examine the resilience of spiritual belief

when challenged by a sustained attack
of logic and reason.

Yes, why?

I'm placing a second photograph

in front of Kanan Dutta.

Do you recognise this woman?

I'm not sure.

Vicki Walmsley led the experiment,
assisted by Reuben Beatty.

Sat opposite you, persistently challenged
your spiritual beliefs.

That can't have been easy.

Professor Andrew Crane...

...oversees the experiments for the university's
Department of Psychology.

You just said you volunteered, Mr Dutta.

And yet you don't seem sure
that you met any of the people involved.

Reuben Beatty was also a practising psychic
under the name of Randolph James.

His appointment book tells us that you visited
him regularly for the past three months.

Your last appointment
was on the day he was murdered.

So why are you pretending you never met him?

I was ashamed.

When Jo died,

I wanted to stay strong for my wife.

But the grief was eating me away.

So you went to see a psychic.

Yes.

And he brought her back.

Just like she used to be.

(Phone rings)

Found anything?

The wife's name is Katherine Dutta with a K.

Dutta's covering for her.

She was at the lab.

She was a volunteer for Crane's experiment.

And that's where she saw Reuben.

And Vicki.

And Crane.

We just found the Etorphine.

Get over to his place.

(Tinny music)

Katherine with a K.

The initials in Reuben's appointments book
are KD.

Where is she?

Where's your wife, Mr Dutta?

- Let me speak to her.
- She isn't home yet.

A man's life could be at stake.

Stop trying to protect her!

She lost her daughter.
You have no idea how close they were.

When Jo died,
Katherine looked for her everywhere.

Wanted to talk to her.

She said the psychic helped.

She wasn't living in the real world.

All that seemed to matter to her
were those sessions

with Randolph James.

I was losing her.

To our dead daughter.

I signed up for the experiment
to prove to myself that Jo was gone.

But I wasn't the one that needed convincing.

So I sent Katherine in my place.

And in Crane's lab, she saw her psychic.

He wasn't called Randolph. It was Reuben.

A postgraduate. Cold, detached, self-absorbed.

She hasn't been right since.

Whatever she's done, it's down to me.

- Any sign of Crane?
- Not here.

The neighbour saw him set off for a run
about 15 minutes ago.

Oh, he could be anywhere.

Said he always stops in at the market
when he goes for a jog.

Meet me down there.

You seen a short guy, Oxford professor,
comes in here and has a drink every day?

(Phone rings)

See anything?

Nothing.

Professor Crane! Professor!

Look out!

Are you all right?

Hathaway, man, talk to me.

Please!

She got the brace.

Oh, God.

Where did you get the Etorphine?

Katherine?

We used it on elephants in Angola.

I smuggled it in.

Ready for when Jo died, so I could join her.

But I was too scared.

In case Jo wasn't there and it all just went black.

Is that when you went to see a psychic?

I must have been a walkover.

Because I couldn't stop talking about her.

But it didn't matter.

He was good.

It was like she was in the room.

He told me she was healthy.

Having fun.

Missing me.

Kanan wanted me to do
the spiritual conviction experiment.

I thought I could stay strong.

But it was in a sterile lab
and this girl was grilling me.

Mocking me.

While her boss looked on.

Observing me like a rabbit in a cage.

They were wiping Jo out.

All I wanted to do was get out of there,
see my psychic.

And then I did see him.

My psychic.

In that lab.

Randolph James.

The man who brought Jo back to me.

Did he see you?

He didn't look at anyone.

He was lining people up
to be passed on to the professor.

Why did you sedate Reuben
before you killed him, Katherine?

He was happy enough to speak for Jo.

I wanted him to know what it felt like to be her.

And Vicki?

She was just a young girl doing her job.

She had no belief to take.

So I took her life instead.

The World represents the ending of

one cycle of life before the next begins.

It teaches us that true happiness
lies in giving ourselves back to the world.

Taking what we've learned and moving forward.

But the emphasis is on moving forward.

Does that make sense?

Yes.

I'm looking for a new house for us two.

And my brother.

Great about your neck, eh?

Yeah. Who'd have thought
rugby-tackling a syringe-wielding murderer

would be such good physio?

An inch and a half of foam
away from certain death.

Just think, if you hadn't made it,
I might have had to go and see a psychic.

Would have been
a very one-sided conversation.

You say that now.

You'd miss me if you were gone.

So, you don't think Justine was the real thing?

She knew Reuben had been killed
before we told her.

It's strange she didn't tell us something
we didn't already know.

Strange how the higher powers
are so ambivalent, eh?

Come on. Let's get back.

I don't think I want to.

I used to feel like that.

What happened?

The next case...

Can we just sit here for a minute?

Of course we can.