All language subtitles for Professor.T.2021.S03E01.WEB-DL.CATCHPLAY_HI.en (1)

(country song playing on radio)

-(song concludes)
-(ominous music playing)

Jasper?

-(gun clatters)
-(Simon) Whoa!

-(gunshot)
-(grunts)

(country song continues)

-(song concludes)
-(pants)

(Christina) You tried to stop me
from killing Lanesborough?

Cos you know, Jasper,
if you say that at the hearing,

-I'll... I'll lose everything.
-(ominous music playing)

Mind your step.

This way.

Come around with me.
Come round to the back.

-(buzzer sounds)
-(distant shouting)

(door locks)

(pensive music playing)

(door creaks)

-(Steddon) Wait.
-(paper rustles)

-(music concludes)
-Jasper Tempest.

Discharging an unlicensed
shotgun in a police station, eh?

Well, that's a new one.
Come through slowly.

Just like an airport,

but you're not
going anywhere nice.

Uniform, toiletries,
towel, blanket.

Th... That will not be necessary.

I shall give you a list
of personal items

-you may collect from my home.
-(sniggering)

Comedian. I'll take these.

Like doing the washing-up,
do you? Thank you.

(ominous music playing)

-(lock turns)
-(buzzer sounds)

(officer) Follow me.

Yeah, pick up the pace.

(theme music playing)

(theme music concludes)

-(low growl)
-(orchestral music playing)

He's a lion.

May I ask why?

-Commission for a zodiac calendar.
-Really?

(Adelaide) It'll pay for ten days
in Venice.

Have you had any sort of
communique regarding Jasper?

Communique, Wilfred?

What on earth
are you talking about?

He's in prison.

Oh, don't tease.
It's far too early.

I can assure you, Adelaide,
I'm not teasing.

Jasper has been taken to prison.

Do you want to sit down?

-I am seated.
-(music concludes)

-(soft music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)

Come on, move over.

Let him through,
let him through.

-Fresh meat.
-Hey, easy.

(prisoner) One for the hobbit shop.

(laughter)

Oi. None of that.
Come on, keep going.

Now, when we get to the bridge,
I want you to turn right.

Erm, just wait.

MUSIC:
"All The Pretty Little Horses"

by Steven Trip & Laura Pergolizzi.

# All the pretty little horses

# Way down yonder, in the meadow

# Poor little baby crying Mama

# Birds and butterflies
Flutter round his eyes

# Poor little baby crying Mama... #

-(indistinct chatter)
-(bag rustles)

(music concludes)

(knock on door)

-How did it go?
-(Paul) Wasn't much of a hearing.

The professor didn't say a word.

(magistrate) Professor Tempest,
your refusal to speak

in your own defence
means I have no choice

but to remand you in custody
until a date for your trial is set.

(intense music playing)

(Paul) Why wouldn't he speak?

I don't wanna drag you
into this, Paul.

(music concludes)

Last night, I...
saw you unlocking the armoury.

Were you gonna kill Lanesborough?

No. No, that...
that wasn't the plan.

-What was your plan?
-I...

I wanted to scare him. I...

I wanted to arrest him. And I...

Then he hit me and, er, things...

spiralled.

What, and the professor
did that to stop you?

His defence puts you in prison,

he can't lie,
so he's saying nothing.

-I...
-Detective Superintendent Hines

-is in reception.
-Tell him to wait.

He's very impatient.

I'll be down when I'm ready.

-Do you know him?
-(Paul) Yeah.

Sam Hines was at Ashford
with Lanesborough.

Ah.

Built a career
taking down bent cops.

(Christina) Well,
I'm not a bent cop.

I'm gonna tell him the truth.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.
Let's not make this any worse.

This whole thing comes down to
your word against Lanesborough's.

Meanwhile, Jasper's in prison.

Jasper committed a... an offence.
He'll walk with a fine.

What you say or don't say
isn't gonna change that.

The professor will be out
of there in a couple of weeks.

The last thing
we need to give Lanesborough

is any kind of victory.

-I don't like being told to wait.
-(pensive music playing)

Shall we?

-Come on, then.
-(music concludes)

-(keys jingle)
-(indistinct hubbub)

-(door opens)
-(distant shouting)

-(Steddon) In.
-(soft music playing)

(exhales)

-(exhales deeply)
-(music concludes)

-(door closes)
-(lock turns)

(footsteps receding)

Shall I take the upper berth?

(inhales)

(pensive music playing)

Are you sure they passed you fit?

Yeah, I got a nick.
Barely broke the skin.

(sniffs) Also, I'm extremely brave.

(Lisa) Well, you were shot.

-(Dan) After you, boss.
-(music concludes)

-Morning.
-Hiya.

Victim is Leo Moore.
Forty-five years old, single.

He owned the place.

Without wanting to pre-empt
the path report,

I'd guess the cause of death
was multiple blows to the head.

-Robbery?
-(Soco) Funny kind of robbery.

Left a couple of grand
in that drawer.

Unless they were after
his phone. It's not here,

-it's not in his car.
-Who found the body?

Dude right there. Benny Vause.

-Okay, thank you.
-Thanks.

Do you think the professor's
gonna be okay?

Yeah. Prison will be like
a field trip.

(Lisa) Benny. You found Leo Moore?

Yeah. I've got something
to show you.

What's that?

He pulled into the car park
a couple of hours ago.

A Ford Mustang,
almost smashing me up.

It were blue
with yellow stripes.

-A Mustang?
-It don't come in that colour.

Somebody pimped it.
It's easy to find.

-Okay, thank you.
-Thanks, Benny.

I had a, er, brief interview
with Simon Lanesborough.

You talked to him first?

(music concludes)

As part of my investigation,

I need to establish exactly
what happened here last night.

Why was Lanesborough
in your office?

I invited him.

-(scribbling)
-(clears throat)

Is he saying I was his accomplice?

(Hines) What was your plan?

To arrest him.

You didn't pass up
the chain of command?

I wasn't sure who I could trust.

You do realise
you've compromised our case

against a corrupt...
and dangerous officer?

Do you?

Yes.

(pensive music playing)

He's not accusing you
of being his accomplice.

-He says you intended to kill him.
-What?

You pointed a Glock 22
at him, but your property store

has no record of any firearms
being booked out.

-He's lying.
-About what?

I didn't have a gun.

Okay.

(music concludes)

(indistinct chatter)

(bird song)

(soft music playing)

(prisoner) Fresh meat.

(children chattering)

(prisoner 2)
One for the hobbit shop.

(prisoners laughing)

(buzzer sounds)

You playing nice, Kenny?

(music concludes)

-(light knocking)
-(Dan) Lise, I've got some, erm...

-Should I refer to you as "ma'am"?
-"Your Ladyship" will do.

A couple of uniform bods
spotted our dodgy Mustang

at the hospital.

Approached the driver,
he kicked off big time.

-Zeb Drakeford.
-(door opens)

(intense music playing)

When this is over, I'm gonna sue
every single one of you.

My wife's in hospital.
This is going all over the socials.

Have you finished?
Cos the sooner we get done here,

the sooner you get to be with
your wife. Sit down.

8:30 this morning,

you were seen driving away
from Leo Moore's warehouse.

-So?
-So do you wanna tell us

what you were doing there?

I've got a dispute with Mr Moore.

I bought my wife a car,
birthday present.

Two days later, she hits a pothole.

The car goes out of control,
and she smashes into a wall.

-She might never walk again.
-(music concludes)

What's this got to do
with Leo Moore?

Were you born heartless,
or did the job make you like this?

Just answer the question.

(Zeb) The insurance won't pay up.

Their investigator says the car
was fitted with fake wheel rims.

You bought the car from Leo Moore?

Bernard Brothers.
I'm suing them, as well.

And they told me they got
their spare parts from Leo Moore.

(Lisa) So you paid him a visit?

Yeah. Didn't see him, though.
The place was closed.

Can I go now?

I hope your wife recovers.

(scoffs)

(dramatic music playing)

(brakes squeal)

(indistinct chatter)

-That's Adam Bernard.
-Yeah? You sure?

British middleweight champ,
retired undefeated.

-When were you into boxing?
-My dad is.

(music concludes)

Said he was a proper boxer.

Hello. I'm Adam.
Don't worry, no hard sell.

Take your time,
have a look around.

Any questions, come see me.

-Yeah, where can we talk?
-(drill whirring)

In here.

(Adam) Zeb Drakeford
was in a couple of days ago.

Said he was gonna sue,
burn me down, and destroy me.

A very angry man.

-(engine revs)
-(tyres screech)

You sent him to Leo Moore?

-No.
-(Dan) A guy kicking off like that,

it's not exactly the vibe
you're going for.

(Adam) I didn't send him anywhere.

I told him where we got
our spare parts.

Most counterfeit parts
are pretty undetectable.

They even fool the experts.

Undetectable until
you put 'em under pressure.

-Like the wheel rims?
-Under pressure, they buckle.

-(door opens)
-My brother, Joe.

-(Joseph) Hi.
-(Adam) Brother and partner.

-They're here about Leo Moore.
-He's history.

Claims he didn't
know the parts were fake.

Never doing business
with him again.

-That's for sure.
-He's dead.

No way.

When did this happen?

-We don't know exactly.
-What?

And you think this Drakeford...
you think he killed him?

(ominous music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(door squeaks)

You know you're bunked
with a cop?

I am not a police officer.

I am, in point of fact,
a criminologist.

You're wanted for ping-pong.

Now.

Well, well...
the man who put me behind bars.

(officer) I can't take you down.
It's far too busy.

Wait half an hour
and I'll come get you.

-(keys jingle)
-(lock turns)

(grunts, groans)

(breathes heavily)

(door squeaks)

You got lucky. But you
have to be lucky every time,

I just have to be lucky once.

On your way, Holland.

-(pants, groans)
-(music concludes)

(Burridge) We can get you moved
to the VPU.

(spraying)

-Vulnerable Prisoners' Unit.
-(Professor Tempest) Oh.

While that is not without
its allure...

(groans) ...as a criminologist,

I have been gifted
a unique opportunity.

(inhales sharply)

I shall remain in the belly
of the beast.

(Burridge) Good for you.

(keyboard clacking)

(Paul) Okay, we've got an estimated
time of death for Leo Moore.

Between midnight and 2:00 a.m.

Drakeford also identified
leaving the place at 8:30 a.m.

(Paul)
Most killers don't hang around

for six hours after the deed.

Well, unless he went back
for something.

Mm, like what?

Leo Moore's phone
hasn't turned up, right?

I dunno, erm, Zeb leaves
a threatening message, right?

That's not enough,
so he goes to the warehouse,

big argument, kills Moore,
goes home.

At 8:00 a.m., he wakes up,
realises he's incriminated himself,

he goes back
and grabs the phone.

Mm. Right now,
we've got little evidence

and a lot of conjecture.

If the professor was here,
maybe we could...

Yeah, well...

he's not, is he?

Dan...

What's up with him?

(distant laughter)

(light switch clicks)

(distant shouting and banging)

(banging and shouting continues)

(exhales deeply)

(banging continues)

(orchestral music playing)

(banging in tune with music)

(banging fades)

(music continues)

(music concludes)

Got forensics on the baseball bat.

-(Dan) Yeah?
-It's a fingerprint match.

It's Adam Bernard.

Your dad's hero.

What... what does the PNC say?
Why have we got his prints?

Theft, 1997. Case dismissed.

Well, it's not exactly
Charlie big time, is it?

(Lisa) Dan.

(drill whirs)

-We're looking for your brother.
-Why?

-(Dan) We need to talk to him.
-(Joseph) It's his day off.

He'll be off somewhere
with his wife.

(Lisa) Where?

Is this in connection
with the Leo Moore thing?

Look, where can we find him?

You think he's got something
to do with it.

(laughs) If that's where
you're going with this,

-you're wasting your time.
-Why would that be?

Two nights ago, me and Adam,
all-night card game.

Apart from your brother,

you've named three others
who were at the card night.

Right, so you sit round a table
all night,

you can't remember
half the guys you were with?

Well, I had had a bit to drink.
(chuckles)

(Lisa) You recognise that?

(suspenseful music playing)

No.

It was used to kill Leo Moore.
Your fingerprints are on it.

After Zeb Drakeford came round
shouting the odds,

I went to see Leo Moore...

and he's...

I dunno... scared, I guess.

He starts waving
that thing around at me.

I don't like being threatened...

-so I took it off him.
-What did you do with it?

I think I'd like a solicitor now.

(music concludes)

(Paul) So, you've got his
fingerprints on the murder weapon,

-an alibi that doesn't hold up?
-Adam Bernard's thinking,

"Leo Moore's stupid greed
could've shut down my business."

He goes to remonstrate,

suddenly he's got him waving
a baseball bat in his face.

-That's a pretty good motive.
-Why aren't you sure?

-Erm...
-Adam Bernard was her dad's hero.

-That's got nothing to do with it.
-(Christina) Donckers?

Okay. I'll speak to the CPS.

Good job, Winters.

(dramatic music playing)

Adam Bernard...

you are charged with the murder
of Leonard Charles Moore.

(handcuffs click)

(scoffs)

-(prisoner) Champ!
-Hello, mate.

How's it going, you all right?

(Steddon) All right, then,
up these stairs.

You're gonna go right at the top.

Adamski!

(Adam) All right, mate?
How's it going?

-It's the Terminator!
-(Adam chuckles) I was, mate.

Yeah, very good, very good.
Come on, get out of it.

-Omar.
-Yeah.

-Hello, mate.
-All right, man?

How's it going?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, good, good.
-How you been? Twenty years, mate.

-Yeah, yeah.
-You're looking well.

(Steddon) All right, that's enough.
Come on.

-Good to see you.
-You, too.

We'll catch up, yeah? Yeah?

Typical. Finally, somebody I know,

when I've got my
parole hearing coming up.

May I ask how you
made his acquaintance?

Used to spar with him.
Days of yore, Repton Gym.

-Can't believe he remembered me.
-(music concludes)

(Ms Snares) Wipes, gloves,
spray, soap,

lapsang souchong, macadamias,
shiitake mushrooms.

Ms Snares has prepared
a lavish parcel for Jasper.

(Ms Snares)
And the piece de resistance?

-My famous date and walnut.
-Have you hidden a file in there?

Who needs a file? Smash through
the bars with that.

Well, perhaps you could
take it when you visit.

-(soft pensive music playing)
-Wilfred, we need to talk.

Well, it must be serious
if you've dragged me up here.

(Adelaide) No-one must know.
No prying ears.

(Wilfred) What is it?

-He won't see me. Jasper.
-Good Lord, why ever not?

I submitted my request,
"State the purpose of your visit."

Had it summarily rejected.
No reason given.

Will you go, Wilfred?
I need to know how he is.

Oh, Adelaide, I've tried.
He didn't want to see me, either.

(music concludes)

(low indistinct chatter)

(pensive music playing)

Hey. I was thinking...

maybe you could use some of that
criminology voodoo, to help Adam.

I can assure you
the science of criminology

has nothing whatsoever
to do with voo...

The thing is...

Adam's been charged with murder,
but he didn't do it.

Of course. I understand
it is the norm

for inmates to protest
their innocence.

Not me.

I got what I deserved.
Twenty years. Armed robbery.

I know when someone's lying.

He ain't lying.

Einstein. Laundry duty.

(grunts)

-(thuds)
-You're gonna pay now!

Did you hear me?

Of course. You are standing
in extremely close proximity.

What's wrong with you?
You got a death wish?

While we exist,
death is not present.

And when death is present,
we no longer exist.

-What
-Epicurus.

If you kill me,
this unpleasantness ends.

If you do not,

I have a captivating anecdote
for my memoirs.

-What if I just blind you?
-You are not going to do that.

(footsteps approaching)

-What do you want?
-Why don't you leave him alone?

You might be a big deal on the out,

but in here... you're nothing.

(grunts, laughs)

(grunts)

(groans)

-(exhales)
-(music concludes)

If you help me... I'll protect you.

I think not.

(soft quirky music playing)

You're in the wrong place.

I mean,
you should be in the psych ward.

I would never promise to help
someone unless I knew they were,

in all probability, innocent.

As I know nothing
of Mr Bernard's case,

it would've been disingenuous
to accept his offer.

(Omar) Unbelievable.

(chairs scraping)

(music concludes)

(Lisa) What happened to your head?

To answer that would violate
a number of prison ordinances.

(envelope rustling)

You didn't tell me Adam Bernard
was on the same wing as you.

(Professor Tempest)
Is that a problem?

(Lisa) How do you think
he would react if he knew

I was showing you his file?

He'd be pleased.

We're talking about a guy
who beat another man to death

with a baseball bat.

Mm, in a, erm, quote,
"Frenzied attack".

-Exactly.
-(Professor Tempest) And yet,

you would not be here
if you were convinced

you had charged
the right person.

No. I'm good with it.

You're the one
who asked to be involved.

-(pensive music playing)
-To my point, why did you agree?

I thought you might need
a distraction.

(Professor Tempest) Hmm.

(Lisa)
You're staring right at them.

Yes, I am.

(Omar) What's it say?

It establishes Adam Bernard
had a motive for murder.

It demonstrates he lied about
being in Leo Moore's warehouse,

thus had opportunity.

His fingerprints
are on the murder weapon.

To wit, he had means.
And his alibi is a fabrication.

So, he's guilty?

When you sparred with Adam Bernard,
how well did you know him?

Pretty well. Knew the whole family.
Used to go back to his for tea.

Adam would get steak.
You know, to build him up.

The rest of us would get
fish fingers.

(music concludes)

(Paul) So, you spoke
to the professor,

and he thinks Adam Bernard
doesn't fit the profile?

-Yes, he called me from prison.
-Yeah, I get that. What I don't get

is how he's got a theory about
a case he knows nothing about.

-I gave him the file.
-Why?

I don't know. I felt sorry for him.

-And the professor thinks what?
-Adam Bernard, as a boxer,

he's all about precision,
control, conserving energy.

You don't throw one punch more
than you have to.

A proper boxer.

He's not the type to carry out
a frenzied attack.

Leo Moore's killer
was expressing an explosion

of long-repressed anger,
resentment, jealousy,

emotions he'd been bottling up
for years. What?

That profile...
Adam Bernard's the perfect fit.

I mean, he lost the chance
to be world champion

when he got a detached retina.
Four or five eye operations,

boards of control
wouldn't grant him a licence.

The thing he'd trained
for his whole life, gone.

Boof, like that.

So when he discovers that
Leo Moore, a man he trusts,

has been cheating him for years,
selling him fake parts,

something that could ruin
his business,

-he explodes.
-With years of resentment,

repressed anger
coming to a head, right there.

The professor's just confirmed
we got it right.

-(pensive music playing)
-(Lisa) Mm.

(indistinct chatter)

(exhales)

(music concludes)

How did you know
when to hit Mr Holland?

If you watch a man carefully,

he'll tell you
when to throw a punch.

Ah. Are you, by any chance,

familiar with the work
of Dr Paul Ekland,

the expert on body language?

No. But, in a place like this,

body language is the only
language you can trust.

I see it here,
I've seen it in the ring,

fake bravado.
If you put 'em under pressure...

they all buckle.

Like a counterfeit wheel rim.

Hmm. If you still require
my assistance,

er, within the bounds
of what is achievable

given our confinement,
I will do what I can.

(pensive music playing)

(pen clicks)

(Professor Tempest) Thank you.
Most helpful.

You know, Adam Bernard
fits the profile.

The detached retina, yes.
I've been informed about that.

In fact, I know a great deal
about his background.

-(Lisa) From him?
-From somebody that knows him.

It is fascinating, is it not,

the language
of non-verbal behaviour?

(inaudible)

You are familiar
with the limbic system?

The part of the brain
we use for survival, yes.

In prison, it is more important
than the conscious mind,

and as we converse,

my hippocampus is telling me
that Joseph Bernard's behaviour

has changed
since his previous visit.

The younger brother now stands
between Adam and his wife.

His body language is telling her,
"I am the one who can protect you."

Well, she's having none of it.

Nevertheless, Adam's incarceration

has created opportunities
for his brother.

Are you feeling okay?
Joseph is not a suspect.

He was alibied by six other people.

There will be evidence,
if you look for it.

(music concludes)

(pensive music playing)

-(Lisa) I've found something.
-Bet you could use a coffee.

Yes, please. I've found something
that might be relevant

to the Leo Moore case.

I don't know if you remember,
but we've already charged a guy.

I've been looking through
Leo Moore's bank accounts.

-What have you got?
-This sheet here.

I've highlighted
all the transactions

between Bernard Brothers Motors
and Leo Moore.

This sheet, cash withdrawals
made by Moore.

Whenever he took out
a large amount,

the date corresponded
with a payment made

by the Bernard Brothers,

and the cash withdrawal was
exactly half the amount paid in.

God, it's too early for this.

What does...
what does any of that mean?

He was paying somebody
at Bernard Brothers

to turn a blind eye to
the fake parts he was selling them.

And that somebody could be
Adam Bernard.

-Or his brother.
-Who has an alibi.

You played cards all night?

-Yeah.
-You take a break?

Course.

Anybody at that table
could've been to Leo Moore's

and back in ten minutes.
The alibi's meaningless.

(exhales)

As part of our investigation
into the fraudulent dealings

between your company
and Leo Moore's spare parts,

we got a warrant
for your personal bank details.

Every time Leo Moore sold
fake parts to your company,

you got a kickback.

You robbed your brother,
cheated your customers,

endangered lives,
almost killed Angela Drakeford.

Yeah, well, I've got an alibi,
so whatever it is you're saying...

Oh, I'm talking about fraud.

You jump the tracks,
start talking about murder.

-I'm here voluntarily.
-Your deal with Leo Moore,

finally you had
something of your own...

something that wasn't given to you,

like Adam making you a partner.
This was yours.

Then Angela Drakeford crashed.
What happened then?

Nothing. (scoffs)

Leo Moore had a warehouse
full of fake parts.

Did he force you to buy them?
Threatening to tell Adam?

(lawyer)
My client is here voluntarily.

I'm advising him to leave.

You could've charged him
with conspiracy to fraud.

One more day,
we'll have him for the big one.

That's not what
the fingerprint evidence says.

Joseph Bernard is a man
who likes to wear gloves.

Which should be a crime in itself.

You better be right.

Oh, look, Kafka! Your namesake.

(Helena) Sorry to keep you.

(Adelaide) Same eyes, same ears.

Could almost make you believe
in reincarnation.

Yes.

Erm... Well, shall we?

(Adelaide) Indeed.

My son, via some grotesque
miscarriage of justice,

found himself remanded
at His Majesty's pleasure.

So I've heard.

In which case, you can probably
guess why I'm here.

I could guess,
but I'd prefer you to tell me.

I'd like you to pay him a visit.

-Why?
-To find out what really happened.

-Haven't you seen him?
-He won't see me.

(sighs) Well...

what son wants his mother
to see him in jail?

(soft music playing)

I worry he won't come out alive.

(inhales, exhales deeply)

(music concludes)

Your brother...

Thirty-seven fights,
retired undefeated.

-Who are you?
-Never knocked down.

He was gifted...

but it took courage
to use that gift.

What do you want?

You have it in your power
to do something

that requires more courage
than those 37 fights combined.

-(tense music playing)
-Where's Adam? Is... is he okay?

-(Professor Tempest) That depends.
-On what?

On you.

You never wanted
your brother locked up,

and yet, you were presented
with this... terrible gift.

A gift most of us would find it
impossible to refuse.

You never intended
to kill Leo Moore.

It was a momentary loss of control.

You can never reverse that, but...

what you did afterwards,
what you did to your brother,

you have the power to correct
that error of judgement.

And that...

if you have the courage
to use it...

that is your gift.

(chair scrapes)

(Dan) Lise.

(indistinct chatter)

He wants to make a statement.

(music concludes)

(indistinct chatter)

-(door creaks)
-(keys jingle)

(pensive music playing)

-(rustling)
-(music concludes)

You might be glad to know
Kenny Holland's been transferred.

We have to check what's in there.

Date and walnut?

Also, the governor has allocated
you a counselling session.

All right?

(soft music playing)

Please.

-(buzzer sounds)
-(door squeaks)

(buzzer sounds)

Jasper.

(Professor Tempest exhales)

(music concludes)

Well, in the interests
of transparency,

erm, I'm here
at your mother's request.

She's worried about you.

This is very hard for you.

-When my father died, I...
-(soft music playing)

...I... I constructed
an edifice of, erm...

rules and habits...

for protection.

And now?

Er...

under pressure,
it... it is buckling.

(sharp inhale)

(breathes deeply)

-(music concludes)
-(theme music playing)

(theme music concludes)