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- Ladies.
BOTH: Professor.

(Low chatter)

MAN: Of course, hubris was classified
by the Greeks as a legal term.

It was viewed as the protagonist's fatal flaw
which leads inexorably to his ruin.

However, in Greek tragedy
hubris should be treated as a law.

Once broken...
well, there's no escape from it's consequences.

Oi, you idiot!

"Hubris full blown climbs the precipitous height
and grasps the throne

then topples o'er and lies
in ruins prone."

"Who when such deeds are done,
can hope heaven's bolts to shun?"

Indeed.

You see, Hubris was...
an insult, outrage, to the gods.

So, for example, when Oedipus
encounters King Laius on the road to Thebes

and he becomes embroiled in a fight
over who has right of way,

unaware the King is his biological father...

Oedipus is so enraged, his pride so wounded
when he's ordered to make way,

he kills King Laius, and his driver.

(Tyres squeal)

(Cries out)

Thus hubris unwittingly
ensures the prophesy...

(Tyres screech)

..Oedipus would kill
his own father, is fulfilled.

Aristotle was writing at a time when men
were expected to defend their honour.

So, a Greek audience wouldn't have
really blamed him for killing Laius.

Oh, no, they'd they'd hold fate responsible.

- It was predetermined.
- Cut! It's Sophocles.

MAN: Cut!
- What?

- Karen?
- Sorry, Wesley. "Oedipus Rex". It's Sophocles.

- Yes?
- Well, you said Aristotle.

- Did l?
- Yes.

Oh.

Er...Shall we go again?

I'm...I'm sorry,
can we just hold it for a second, please?

Um... I don't wish to seem vulgar, Wesley,

but would it be possible to bring it round
to Alcmeon ln Corinth at some point?

My translation's being reissued, you see.

All right, thanks.

(Door opening)

Oh, sorry, Mum.

That's OK. Everything all right, Tabs?

Yeah, I was just wondering where you were.

Oh, welI...I'll be down in a sec, OK?

- We should call the police.
- I will.

I will. I didn't get the number plate, though.

You should still report it. They've got cameras,
it must have been picked up.

- Ow!
- Oh, sorry.

I'll do it.

Fine.

Yeah, I'm going to give him a call tomorrow.

Right, come here.

(Click)

Take another one then.

I hate him! I actually hate him!

- Who?
- That smug, two-faced, lying little piece of...

- Oh, him.
- Do you ever think about cleaning up?

Sorry. Sorry!

And what the hell is he still doing here?

That girl needs to chill out.

We have a problem.

(Chatter and laughter)

I'm just going for a run.

(Laughter)

Chloe?

Right, OK.

(Door opens and closes)

(Door opens and closes)

- Any news on the contract for the pilot?
- I'm still waiting to hear back.

- (Drinks being made)
- (He sighs)

Well, you know what that means, Karen!
It means they're dithering.

We had them on the hook,
don't let them wriggle free.

I'm doing all I can.
We can't force them to sign.

Just...get the deal done, hm?
That's what I pay you for.

You know, I've still
got this script to finish.

- I've got interviews in London...
- I've done the script.

- What do you mean, you've done the script?
- Don't worry. It'll all be fine.

I'll take care of everything.

(Birdsong)

(Low chatter)

LEWIS: Beautiful morning.

HATHAWAY: "The clouds were pure and white
as flocks new shorn."

- Wordsworth?
- Keats.

Oh, hey, I heard about your big drugs bust.

Eliot Ness.

At a garden centre of all places.

Who'd have thought it,
cocaine hidden in seed packets?

Good luck with getting that to grow.

- Presumably you heard that we didn't get it all?
- That takes the shine off it somewhat.

One of my very first cases was just along here.
On the end there.

Woman, hung in her kitchen. Nasty.

- Solved?
- Of course. Always did.

- Hanged.
- Eh?

Pictures are hung.
People are always hanged.

Nobody likes a smart-arse, James.

Rose Anderson, 23.
Postgrad student at St Sebastian's college.

Out for a run?

- So it would seem.
- Do we know when?

Going by the body temperature -
macerations on the fingers and palms -

I'd say she'd been in the water
roughly 12, 13 hours.

Yeah, her flat-mate said that
she went out for a run at 6pm last night,

and the boatman found her at 7:30 this morning.

- That would be about 12 or 13 hours then.
- You should do this for a living.

I couldn't stand the company.

Two stab wounds.
The first one to the abdomen...

LEWIS: To stop her in her tracks.

Then they finished the job.
Stabbed her in the neck.

- Quick...
- And clinical.

Carotid artery's been severed.

- How quick?
- A minute of consciousness. Maybe two.

LEWIS: Poor lass.
HATHAWAY: Sexual motive?

Not that I can tell, but I'll know more
when I get her back to the lab.

Which I'd love to do just as soon
as you two gentlemen are on your way.

- Any sign of a weapon?
- Not yet, but they are still looking.

- You handle that, then, will you, Maddox?
- Yeah, no problem.

Brought your wetsuit with you, did you?

- How you finding your boss?
- Which one?

Chloe llson?

Were you not concerned
when she didn't come home last night?

I assumed she was at college.

She's always there late, overnight sometimes.

Boyfriend?

She was seeing someone there. An older guy.

They had some massive row the other day,
though.

He broke it off apparently. Or...tried to.

What's his name?

No idea.

Saw him when he picked her up a couple
of times but Rose liked him kept private.

Whose car is that?

- Rose's.
- Do you know what happened to it?

(Sniffles)

She said she was going to try
and meet him the other day.

I don't know what happened.

All right,
we're going to need to see Rose's room.

Classics scholar.

It was her whole world.
All she ever talked about was her doctorate.

She tried explaining it to me,

but I never really understood
what she was on about, to be honest.

And what are you studying, Chloe?

I'm not at college.

I work behind the bar at Freud's.

I can't say I'm a regular.

It's only temporary.
I'm saving up to go travelling.

Have a look at this.

"The brightest star in the sky".

- Sirius.
- (Door closes)

MAN: Chloe?
- Er...here.

It's all sorted. He wants to take the lot.

This is my boyfriend, Harrison.

These are the police. It's Rose.

Who is "F", do you know?

- No.
- Not him?

- Simon Flaxmore?
- No.

"Thank you for living".

So this mysterious F
is the man that she was seeing.

- Yeah, but why the secrecy?
- Usual reason?

- I expect you're right. Men, eh?
- (Knock at door)

- Nice swim?
- Ha, ha.

No sign of the knife yet.
But I have got something on the car.

It was involved in an RTC at midday.
Hit a male cyclist.

Anonymous caller identified
Rose Anderson as the driver.

Did we speak to the cyclist?

Er...no, they left the scene,
but we're trying to trace him.

The caller said that Rose deliberately
tried to hit the bloke on the bike.

Sent him flying apparently.

- Well, keep us informed.
- OK, sir.

- Ma'am.
- Ma'am.

Ma'am.

- I'm glad you changed your mind.
- Oh?

- About the transfer.
- Oh.

- You're good for those two.
- What, the Chuckle Brothers?

- Sorry.
- Trust me, I've heard them called worse.

Usually by me.

(Bells tolling)

Well, I... I knew of her, obviously.

She was a postgrad student.

But I didn't have anything to do
with the girl directly.

No, it's Philippa Garwood
you need to speak to.

She's her um...
or rather was, her Supervisor.

She was having a relationship
with someone here in the college.

Oh.

An older man, with the initial F?

Ah. (Chuckles)

Well, it's not me.

No, my days for that sort of thing
are long gone, I'm afraid.

Besides, I never met the girl.

LEWIS: No?

Well, I say I never met her.
What I mean is, I didn't know her.

I mean, let me have a look.

That's from a book signing, clearly.

I mean, I sign a lot of books for people, it
doesn't mean I don't know them all personally.

Ah, poor girl.

There's only one love in my life.

Euripides.

"Question everything.
Learn something. Answer nothing."

Wise advice for any policeman perhaps.

Where would we be likely to find
this Philippa Garwood?

Oh, um...the rota. It's somewhere.

One second.

Erm...erm...

Oh, here we are. (Clears throat)

Yes, er...

Sorry. Philippa.

Yes, she's in a lecture at the moment.

I hope you find who did this.

We may need to speak to you again.

Of course. Anything I can do to help.

He seemed very pleased with himself.

Well, it says here he discovered
a dusty manuscript in a library six years ago.

It turned out to be the Victorian translation
of a lost Greek play.

Al-c-meon ln Corinth. Any good?

Alcmeon ln Corinth, Robert.

Anyway, Flaxmore authenticated it
and made his name.

No doubt he's been dining out
on it ever since, eh?

PORTER: Sir.

Philippa Garwood?

It's just the most tragic news.
I can't take it in.

Do you know if anything
was bothering her recently?

Only her thesis.
"Euripides and Children in Greek Tragedy".

Rose worked so hard on it.

- What was bothering her about that?
- I don't know.

She never got round to telling me.
We hadn't sat down face to face for a while.

Could it have been connected
with Professor Flaxmore?

Well, only in the way that the whole thing
would have involved Simon.

He wrote the book on Euripides. Literally.

But a good student?

Rose could take a piece of ancient text
and look at it in a whole new way.

Such a waste.

You two were close then?

She was...
tutoring my sister's ten-year-old, Tabby.

- God, how am I going to tell her?
- We'll need to contact her too.

We think she was seeing someone here
in college. Do you know anything about that?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

Older man,
initial F - mean anything to you?

- No.
- (Approaching footsteps)

Friend of yours?

My husband. Felix.

LEWIS: Do you know Rose Anderson?
- Yes, we've been seeing each other.

Since when?

Before Christmas. Rose came to me
to ask for advice with her thesis.

And you were happy to help.

- These things happen, don't they?
- She was a classics student, not astrophysics.

Yeah, excuse me?
Could...could you not?

It's extremely valuable.
It was Newton's.

Did you write this?

- Yes.
- What does it refer to?

Oh, God, this is embarrassing. Um...

It was just a silly little note.

It was nothing.
She was...she was learning Spanish.

- You wrote her a lot of silly notes.
- I didn't know she'd keep them.

It was just a bit of harmless fun.

Harmless? Why didn't you report the accident?

I'd just tried to break it off with Rose.
That was her response.

- Reporting her would have just made it worse.
- And made it public.

So you didn't tell your wife?

What was I supposed to say?

"Hello, darling, I've just been run over
by your student that I'm sleeping with."

So, she didn't know about you two?

- I wouldn't say that.
- So you did tell her?

Not explicitly. No names. But she knew.

We have a kind of,
"Don't ask, don't tell" arrangement.

SIMON: It's awful news about the American girl.
PHlLlPPA: I know.

SIMON: Yeah. How was she getting along?

- Fine, I thought.
- Yeah?

I hadn't seen her for a while.
She emailed me asking for a deferral.

Last-minute research issue or something.

Oh, really? Well, what was it, did she say?

No. Anyway, I think you saw her
more recently than I did.

Did I?

She mentioned she'd spoken to you
about Alcmeon ln Corinth.

Oh, yes, that's right.
Yes, it was a small, translation thing.

That's right, yes.
Did you mention that to the police?

Simon, what's going on?

Well, nothing. I'm just worried about
the reputation of the college, that's all.

It's me you're talking to, remember.

There's only one reputation you're interested in,
and it isn't the college's.

(Bells tolling)

It was found in the canal bed.

It looks like an ordinary steak knife.

Except it's commercial use rather than domestic,
so hotels, restaurants...

- By the hundreds, I imagine.
- Other than that, there's nothing forensically.

So, indulge me, what do we know so far?

Rose Anderson, fatally stabbed on her
evening run, between six and eight o'clock.

Earlier in the day, she'd erm...
tried to run her lover Felix Garwood

- off the road after he'd rejected her.
- (Mobile ringing)

- So he kills her in revenge?
- Excuse me.

He was giving a presentation
between six and eight. Lots of witnesses.

- And before then?
- With his wife, Philippa.

She says she drove him to this presentation.

Mm. It's always the wives, isn't it?

Oh, there's something about her.

She was certainly aware that her husband
was carrying on with the victim.

But if a woman finds out her husband's been
unfaithful, she's more likely to kill him than her.

- What about Professor Flaxmore?
- Slippery.

(Door opening)

Sir, that was Chloe Ilson, the victim's flatmate.

Apparently she's got something
of the victim's for you.

Excuse me.

# LISZT:
Purgatorio

(Music continues)

"Talk sense to a fool
and he calls you foolish."

Hm!

I love it, Auntie Philippa!

You don't need to keep buying her things,
you know.

It's fine. It was Felix's idea actually.

Anyway, she deserves spoiling,
what with everything she's going through.

Slow down, Tabs!

- Another thing to worry about.
- Oh, Jen!

It might help take her mind off
what's happened.

So what did the police say?

Just that she'd been attacked
whilst out jogging.

- It's so shocking.
- When's Paul back?

Oh, he's due back soon. Why?

I gave the police your details,
they wanted to speak to you both.

But I thought it was
this mugger or something?

Who knows? It's not a problem, is it?

No. No, of course not.

Slow down, Tabs!

Da-dah!

- (Electronic fanfare)
- There you go. Perfect, well done. High five.

Tabs, will you go and check on your dad
with the tea?

You know, she's been nagging for one of those
for ever, but they're so expensive.

Yeah. One of the perks of the job, I suppose.

So, how long had Rose Anderson
been working as a tutor to Tabitha?

Er, since last September.
It's exam year and my sister recommended it.

Here we are.

I suppose it can get quite competitive,
can it, between the parents?

Well, yes, but that's not the reason why.

Tabby's not been very well,
so she's missed a lot of school.

Right. Nothing serious, I hope?

Er, well...

Tabitha was born with a genetic blood disorder:
fanconi anaemia.

Her chances aren't very good.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, that's the thing, though.
She looks fine, though, doesn't she?

We've been looking for a stem cell donor but...

She's been an absolute star, though.
The blood transfusions, hormone therapy.

She never complains.

She's been in hospital more than school
which is why we needed Rose's help.

Look, I'm sorry to have
to ask you this, but...

Where were you specifically between
6 and 8pm yesterday?

That's OK.

I was in Cheltenham, at a conference.

I'm an optometrist.

- I have the details if you'd...
- Er, yeah. Please.

And you, Mrs Brightway?

Er...me? Well, I was here. I was at home.

I've got something, Lizzie.

This bracelet's for you.

Oh, thank you!

Do you have children?

Er...no.

(Music playing from inside building)

(Music continues)

Can you turn down the um...for me?

(Music lowered)

Rose was working in my room
a couple of nights ago.

I didn't think you'd want it.
It's just her doctoral research.

It's probably best we have it.
Thank you.

- She was in a bit of state about it.
- Why?

I dunno. She just said that something she'd
found out had made her rethink the whole thing.

There isn't anything else
that you forgot to tell us, is there?

No.

Well, if you remember anything, give me a call.

Do you know who might have done it?

- That was clever.
- I'm sorry, OK?

Two more days and then we're out of here.

OK?

LEWIS: It's ready!
LAURA: Coming.

- What is that?
- Cannelloni.

- That's what it was meant to be. What is it now?
- Yeah, very funny.

So...how was it today?

Hmm, well...

We found a knife at least.

Not that it gives us much.

No sexual motive.
Nothing was taken so...

Random attacker?

- Yeah, frightening thought.
- Hm.

Come on!

Well?

It's taken.

Oh, congratulations!

Oh, thank you, Phil.

- I'm going to have a baby sister?
- Yeah, or brother.

- Isn't that amazing?
- I want a sister.

- And she's only ten years old?
- Well, yeah.

She was only seven
when she was diagnosed, apparently.

What's the prognosis?

Well, with fanconi anaemia...
assuming they could find the right donor,

a bone marrow or stem cell transplant
could cure it altogether.

- But without it...
- Not good?

No.

Even with all the transfusions
and hormone therapy...late teens?

Well, obviously it's very early days,
but I cannot tell you the sense of relief.

- Well done, Dad!
- Thank you.

What am I thinking?
I've got some fizz in the fridge.

- Oh, no, no, please.
- Oh, bring on the bubbles!

- Don't be silly, of course. Come.
- Oh, go and help her, Tabs.

- How exciting!
- Bring the good stuff.

Orange juice for me.

(Bottles clinking)

Don't! Don't you touch her.

- Here we go!
- Oh, here they are!

- Fantastic.
- Thank you, guys.

- Thanks, Tabs.
- There we are.

- WelI...
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- I think we should propose a toast...

..to the person who made this possible,
but er...sadly...

To Rose!

OTHERS: To Rose!

- Goodbye.
- Thank you so much for having us.

(Goodbyes exchanged)

- Drive safely.
- Bye.

- (Inhales sharply)
- Have you been home?

(Exhales) Briefly.

(Knocking at door)

Something odd's come up. I've been
going through the victim's bank records.

Last November,
Rose Anderson transferred �10,000

into Jennie and Paul Brightway's account.

She was tutoring their Tabitha.

Why on earth should she be
handing over that sort of money to them?

Why indeed?

I'd better go and ask, eh?
I could use an eye test.

Nice one.

PAUL: It's the best way of
finding a cure for her.

We spent three years
searching for a stem cell donor for Tabby.

All in vain.

Which is why we decided to go down
the lVF route.

- A saviour sibling?
- Yes. Take a seat over there for me.

The lVF route means they can screen
the embryo and make sure the antigens match.

If you just look straight ahead for me.

(Clicking)

We started the latest round
on Valentine's Day, ironically.

Yeah, not the most romantic way to spend it.

It's been a very stressful time
for Jennie. We've had a few failures.

That must be hard, I'm sorry.

It is, and it cost us a fortune.

If you'd like to take a seat over there
for me, put your chin on the rest.

And I know
that we shouldn't put a price on it, but...

I can't even think about
the amount of debt we're in.

So, you asked Rose for the money?

No. She insisted on helping us.

We didn't like having to accept, but...
Just look straight ahead for me.

It seems like a lot of money
to take from a postgrad student.

She borrowed it from her father.
It was a loan.

We are going to pay it back.

Tabby's life is at stake.
It's not a choice.

Besides, when it's your children,
you do anything you can, don't you?

Just keep your head as still as you can,
please. Look straight ahead.

(Whirring)

So, do you think you'll carry
on with the IVF?

Er...
I shouldn't really say anything yet.

It's...
it's very early stages, but um...

Well, it looks like
it's been successful.

- Jennie's pregnant.
- Oh, congratulations.

I can't tell you how happy we are.

And we couldn't have done it without Rose.

There, all done. Perfectly healthy.

Oh, good.

- I bet they've seen some sights.
- More than I'd care to remember.

How's the investigation going?

Well, I know I shouldn't ask.

It's just that we were so fond of Rose,
you know, and...

the last time we saw her,
she was very upset.

Oh? Why?

She'd had some flaming row with her flatmate.
A Clare, is it?

Chloe. Did she say what it was about?

Er... Nothing.

- Just stupid housework stuff.
- We were told it was a blazing row.

There must have been more to it
than whose turn it was to do the washing-up.

But that's what she was like.
Her temper was mental.

- She used to flip out over the smallest thing.
- And what was it this time?

(Clatter)

- She um...
- (Door squeaks)

Er... She didn't like Harrison
being round here all the time.

Things were pretty tense.

Hang on a minute.

Seed packets.

Stolen from the garden centre.

And I know what's in it.

- It's not mine!
- No.

This is the missing stuff
from Hathaway's drugs raid.

Rose knew about the drugs, didn't she?

She walked in on Harrison
chopping it out in the kitchen.

- Went ballistic.
- Yeah, I'm not surprised.

Betrayed by her best friend.

It was nothing to do with me.

- I tried telling her it was all Harrison's idea.
- Oh, really?

You told me that you were saving up
to go travelling.

You had 25,000 quid's worth of
holiday funds hidden in a cupboard.

No! It was nothing to do with me.

Well, it was.
You allowed Harrison to stash it there.

He's not an easy bloke to say no to.

So, Rose threatens to call the police
and then she's murdered.

Very convenient.

I didn't kill her! I was working at the bar.
You can check.

What about your boyfriend? Where was he?

I'm not sure.

So it must be the case
that one astronomical unit cubed,

is equal to G times the mass of the Sun,

times one year squared, times four Pi squared.

And it is with that that I'll leave you.

Those of you with crit responses to collect,
I'll be in my office from 10am sharp.

The rest of you...see you Thursday.

STUDENTS: Thank you.

Is everything OK?
Is it Tabby?

You should have phoned.
We can go for lunch.

Please...don't.

Have you seen this man before?

Yeah. He was Rose's bloke.

I saw him at Harrison's place
a couple of times as well.

What, he's a customer?

A regular. Prof.

- Sorry?
- Prof he calls him.

I don't know his real name. Sorry.

One of his best customers, though.
They were pretty tight.

Why? What's he got to do with this?

- Hello again.
- Hi.

- Who are you here to see?
- You, actually.

Oh?

Something I wanted to pick your brain about,
if you've got a moment?

Yes. It's always nice to be wanted. Now?

- If that's convenient?
- Course, I was just on my way to the library.

Um...do you have a first name?

- James.
- Follow me, James.

So Felix Garwood was buying drugs
from this Harrison Sax.

Rose Anderson found out
they were using her place to stash the drugs.

Yeah, so the chances are she was also aware
that Felix was a regular customer.

- He wouldn't want that coming out.
- Exactly.

Maybe Felix was more involved
than that, though.

What, you mean involved
in actually drug dealing, you mean?

Yeah. Stronger motive for keeping Rose quiet.

Yeah, maybe. His alibi for the murder
was pretty solid, right enough.

He might not have done it himself.

What, with Harrison?

Conspiracy.
I mean, he's got form. GBH, Section 18.

- What, with a knife?
- Mm-hm, got two years for it.

Right. I think I'll go
and ask our handsome astronomer

what he thought he was getting into.

- You see if you can find Harrison.
- Sir.

And where the hell is Hathaway?

This seems to form
the cornerstone of Rose's work.

She was increasingly focused upon it, true.

Being newly discovered, it was less studied
than the more known plays.

She'd found a niche and that's crucial.

What about this passage she's so interested in?

"What stars are these,
steering their course yonder?

The twin lions of Nemea,
still running high at this hour."

What's your thinking?

Well, it doesn't matter what my thinking is,
it's what she was thinking that matters.

The two lions - Leo Major, Leo Minor - why does
she make such constant reference to them?

We academics tend to find the highest drama
in the smallest of discoveries.

Whatever it was, it had rattled Flaxmore's cage,
but she didn't come to me with it.

Understandable, perhaps.

Don't be coy, Officer.

You're thinking: Why does she put up with it?
Why doesn't she just leave him?

Do you understand everything you do?

"I can't go on. I'll go on."

Joyce?

Beckett.

Ha.

- You go that way.
- Sarge.

Harrison Sax.
I need you to come with me for questioning.

Oh! Aargh!

Sax!

- Sarge, are you OK?
- Yeah. Go! Just...

I need backup going to Harrison Sax's flat.
Blackbird Leys.

Yes, I knew about Rose.
I knew about all of them.

Unconventional lives
can't be understood by everyone.

Look at what she did for Tabitha.

Felix has always convinced me
that I was "The One".

The others are just an itch
he needs to scratch.

So if he didn't bring it home,
it was all right, was it?

More like it didn't exist.

If I lose Felix,
I...lose part of me.

You must really love him.

I love him and hate him.

Did you hate Rose Anderson?

Yes.

I didn't kill her.

You see, the thing is - the tricky thing for me -
is that your husband has a very strong alibi.

And you don't.

Do innocent people go around
worrying about alibis for future crimes

which may or may not be committed?

No.

If I was going to kill anyone...
I'd kill Felix.

(Message alert)

Bugger. I have to meet a student.

I'll be half an hour. Is that OK?

Of course.

(Siren wails)

Police! Open up, Mr Sax.

Police! Stay where you are!

- Clear. That's clear!
- All clear!

- All clear!
- Clear!

- Hallway!
- Clear!

- All bedrooms - clear!
- Oh, damn it!

For you.

Thank you.

This...is a hoax.

- A hoax?
- Rose Anderson found out.

What do you mean?

She was about to reveal to the world
that Professor Flaxmore's precious "lost play"

was actually a fake.

(Door opens and closes)

Professor Garwood?

(Camera shutter clicks)

Cause of death: blunt force trauma
to the left side of the head.

From the spatter,
it looks as though the first one put him down,

and then they kept on hitting him
long after he was dead.

They made a right meal of it.

Different from Rose Anderson.
That was clinical.

- This was...
LEWIS: Frenzied.

Something like that.

Or a different person.

Constant flow of colleagues and students,
we're going to be knee-deep in fingerprints.

Might get some nice ones off this casing,
though.

Well, it's not my department,
but it looks like...it's been wiped clean.

- Handy.
- Hm.

Hello.

Cocaine?

Well, I'm betting it's not baking soda.

Can we get this tested?

Time of death?

No sign of rigor mortis. Eyelids are
still flaccid. I'd say...about an hour?

So around about five.

I'll know more about the bruising
after the post-mortem.

Empty.

So robbery gone wrong?

Or a murder dressed up to look like one.

We've got Uniform
all over the city looking for Harrison Sax.

Where he works, known locations, known
associates, his foster parents in Woodstock.

And we've also alerted
all of the bus and train stations.

- So you think he's our killer?
- I think he's doing a pretty good impression.

- Keep me informed.
- Ma'am.

He can't have just disappeared.
He's a bouncer, not Houdini.

OK, let us know, eh?

Maddox. We've managed to lose a suspect.

Will I see you at home later?

I think I preferred it
when you were building canoes.

No, you didn't. I was a bad-tempered old grouch
who smelt of wood glue.

Yeah, but you were my bad-tempered
old grouch who smelt of wood glue.

Robbie?

I know what Rose Anderson found out.

I'll see you in the morning. Mm!

God bless.

Oh, God!

- Is she all right?
- Yeah...she's fine.

Everything's going to be fine now.

Alcmeon ln Corinth. Euripides's "lost play",
famously found by Simon Flaxmore.

On the back of which he makes his name
and he becomes the go-to guy

for solving literary mysteries.

And we're here because?

The constellation of Leo...

(Beep)

..lying right smack in-between
Cancer in the east and Virgo in the west.

It represented to the Greeks the Nemean Lion,
slain by Heracles as the first of his 12 tasks.

It shone brightly above them
in the night sky.

Now, shining less brightly:

Leo Minor. Little Leo.

What's this got to do
with Rose Anderson?

ln Alcmeon in Corinth,

when he unknowingly purchases his own
daughter Tisiphone as a slave - don't ask -

..he stood outside of his tent
at daybreak and said to his servant:

"What stars are those,
steering their course yonder?"

To which the old retainer replied, "The twin lions
of Nemea, still running high at this hour."

So? Big Leo and Little Leo.

Yeah, but Leo Minor wasn't known as that
until the late 17th-century.

To Euripides they would have
been a faint collection of stars

not part of any constellation at all.

- 17th century?
- 1687, to be exact.

So why would Euripides
be referring to the twin lions?

He wouldn't.

Flaxmore's status seems to be largely based on
his authentication of this play.

So if Rose Anderson could show
that his authentication's wrong

it would end up making him look really stupid,
which I'm guessing he wouldn't like.

But then why kill Felix?

Rose Anderson didn't get there by herself.

(Bell tolls)

You knew what Rose Anderson
had discovered?

- What's this got to do with Felix being...?
- Answer the question, please.

Rose? Yes, welI... (Clears throat)
she hadn't really discovered anything.

- It's more like she'd noticed an anomaly.
- An anomaly?

Yes. I said I'd look into it.
I thought maybe I'd...mistranslated.

Ancient Greek can be a bit slippery sometimes.

But you hadn't, had you?

You don't make mistakes like that.

"Leontes dio, didimo" -
"Two lions, twins".

It's right there in the text.
So it's not that slippery.

I really don't think you can...

Where were you three nights ago
when she was killed?

I was at a college dinner at eight.
Fund-raising. Had a speech to make.

Unlike some of the flashier colleges,
we're constantly trying to raise funds.

- My standing...
- You have people who can corroborate this?

- About 150.
- What about before that?

I was here going over
my speech with Karen, my PA.

And yesterday, between four and five?

I was here. (Clears throat)
And then I went home.

- Anyone corroborate that?
- No.

Yes?

I was with Felix yesterday afternoon.

I wanted to talk to him about
using the planetarium as a venue.

But he was alive when I left him.

We'll need to take
your fingerprints then.

If you don't mind. Today, please.

Even if Rose had found a way of showing
that the play was not by Euripides...

..why would I hide that?

I'm a scholar, gentlemen.

When we get his prints, let's run them
against the database. Just in case.

Back to the station?

No. I want to know where Philippa Garwood
was yesterday afternoon.

- She was with you, wasn't she?
- Yeah, not all of the time.

- Just put it through there.
- No problems.

I don't know where Harrison is.

I can link him to two murders.

If you know where he is, Chloe, and you're
not telling us, you're assisting an offender.

Wait, sorry. Two murders?

Felix Garwood.
He was found dead yesterday afternoon.

Around about the same time
that Harrison went missing.

You have a think about that.
Then give me a ring.

I really don't think it's hit her yet.

I...I don't think it's hit us yet,
to be honest.

Where were you two yesterday afternoon?

- Us?
- You knew both victims.

- Well, I know, but I don't see what...
- I was working. And, Jennie, you were...

- I... I was with Tabitha.
- Tabitha.

Working until when?

Well, about seven.
I try to get home before Tabby goes to bed.

Hm.

How long had Felix and Philippa been married?

Um... 12 years.

She gave him 12 years.
I'm not really sure what he gave her.

- Jennie.
- Well, I'm just saying.

She loved him and he treated her like...

- Hey, hey, hey.
- No, no, no! No, no.

He could be the most attractive,
charming man, but he...

..he was also poison.

We're well shot of him.

We?

He lied to my sister.
Which means he lied to all of us.

There's miles of the stuff.
I think it's bindweed.

Was it quick, do you think?

One minute he's awake, and then...

- I mean, that would be OK, wouldn't it, if...?
- I hope so.

Yesterday you left me for 40 minutes.
Where did you go?

- I have to ask.
- Do you?

You know I do.

I told you: I had a meeting with a student.

An essay they were having trouble with.

I was with them and then I came straight back.

I'm going to need a name.

I didn't kill my husband, DI Hathaway.

It's Japanese knotweed.

What?

It's not bindweed.
It's Japanese knotweed.

What a lot you know.

Not about the important stuff.

(He exhales heavily)

Don't worry. Routine elimination.

Consider me eliminated.

If you want me to say anything,
anything at all...

It won't come to that.

Felix Garwood's tox report.
Positive for cocaine.

And analysis of what was found
on the telescope.

"Isopropyl alcohol,
hexyl cinnamal, menthyl".

- Wipes, in other words.
- Mm.

Does the Astrophysics Department have CCTV?

Yeah. Except it was smashed in two weeks ago.
Students protesting against Big Brother.

And where are we on Harrison Sax?

He used his credit card
to buy a one-way ticket to Liverpool.

Great.

I've sent his picture and details
to Merseyside Police...

...and to every force between here and there.

I've seen tanks smaller than Harrison Sax.
We're just glad to have you back in once piece.

HATHAWAY: Guys?

Ran Flaxmore's prints, we have a match.

Simon Flaxmore is...Linus Cage?

Who the hell is Linus Cage?

WOMAN: Oh. I know I saw it not that long ago.

Oh, I think this might be it.

Yeah. Yes, it is.

Let's see.

Yes, here we are.

Simon Flaxmore's job application.
April 1992.

- Impressive.
- He is, isn't he?

I knew, of course, the minute he walked in.
You can tell the ones who've got star quality.

What, you remember when he arrived?

He said he liked my hair.

I'd just had a pixie cut
a few weeks before.

No one had noticed.

I might just as well have been invisible.

But when Professor Flaxmore saw me,
he complimented me.

- And I felt...
- Can we keep this?

I'll make a copy for you.
I'm not meant to.

I told the other girl she couldn't have one,
but as you're the police.

What other girl?

The one who was killed.
She was in here two weeks ago.

And now here you are asking the...same...

Oh!

- Anything from East Sussex Police?
- Yeah, they finally dug out the file.

So Linus Cage had some sort of scam
involving antique books in Brighton.

He did five years in Wandsworth prison
for fraud. And then he got out in... 1985.

- And then what?
- And then he disappeared, apparently.

There's no record of him anywhere.

Until 1992, when Simon Flaxmore
pops up in a puff of blue smoke

and takes up a position as Reader of Classics
at St Sebastian's.

Con to don in seven years.
Now that is impressive.

Well, I checked the references
that Flaxmore gave on his CV

from Bristol University
and the University of Melbourne.

I also tried to track down the PhD
in "Rhetoric in Tragedy".

- And?
- And the references are all false.

The PhD doesn't exist.
It's just all fantasy.

- Well, maybe Rose Anderson found that out...
- Or Flaxmore thought she was about to.

(Door bell jangles)

Professor Flaxmore is in college.
And I'm sure he's told you everything.

Have you ever heard of Linus Cage?

- Who?
- May we come in, Miss Newman?

No.

No, no, that's not possible.

How long have you worked for him?

(Sighs) Since 1994.

That's a long time.
You must be very loyal.

It's not hard to be loyal to someone you admire.

After he was released from prison,
Linus Cage completely re-invented himself.

New identity, new everything.

And then in 1 992, he re-emerged
as a classics scholar at St Sebastian's.

Nice new life. Safe.

- So long as no-one found out.
- Like Rose Anderson did.

You're wrong. He's a brilliant man.
He would never do something like that.

How long have you been in love with him,
Miss Newman?

No. You listen... You listen to me!

Do you really want to take that chance?

OK.

If lt has to be tomorrow then...

(Line goes dead)

Fine. Whatever.

Professor Flaxmore says
he was with you going over his speech.

- That's right.
- All evening?

Two murders. If you're protecting him...

He lies. That's what he does.
He lies like other people breathe.

You don't have to be loyal to him any more.
He doesn't deserve it.

He wasn't with me.

He went out about six and I didn't see him
until he came back here later.

Where is he now?

He said he was on his way
to see Philippa Garwood.

SIMON: Alcmeon ln Corinth.

We put it on that first summer.

You persuaded me to join in the chorus.

Just for one night.

You had to be a part of it.

Hearing those words...

Seeing it come alive...

..it was magical.

And I thought it was just because
you liked to wear a mask.

You were my best student.

Oh, yes. You were my favourite.

That's why I want...

I need you to understand.

Understand what?

(Tearfully) The things I've done.

(Phone rings)

Don't answer that.

Please.

You have reached the voicemail
of Dr Phillppa Garwood.

I'm sorry I'm not here to take your call.

Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

Philippa, it's James Hathaway.

That play.

If I'd never found it, I'd still...

(Message alert)

It's funny, though, isn't it?

The expert in Greek tragedy...

..brought low
by a single moment of hubris.

The gods must be laughing.

"Those whom the gods wish to destroy,
they first make mad."

Isn't that the saying?

One mistake. Just the one.

That's all it was.

I'm a good man. I am.

You have to believe me.

You must!

(Siren wails)

(Knocking on door)

ln there.

Hello, Linus.

(Birdsong)

(Knocking on front door)

SIMON: I didn't kill anybody.

LEWIS: We don't have any physical evidence.
We've got no eye-witnesses.

- (Mobile rings)
- Nothing to place him at either of the scenes.

- Yeah.
- (lnterview continues)

What?

(Electronic whine)

(Shutter clicks)

(Low conversation)

Two stab wounds.
First to the abdomen which incapacitated her...

Don't tell me.
And the other severed her carotid artery.

Yeah.

- Just like Rose Anderson.
- Same killer?

Looks likely.

No forced entry, no sign of a robbery.

And she was going somewhere in a hurry. Why?

Home late again tonight?

Probably.

Robbie.

Return bus ticket to Woodstock yesterday.

Harrison Sax's foster parents live at Woodstock.

Yeah, Uniform interviewed them.
They said they hadn't seen him in months.

Why don't we go and ask them for ourselves?

- Mr Vanbrooke?
- That's right.

DI Lewis, DI Hathaway.

We'd like to talk to you about Harrison Sax.

I've already told you lot.
We haven't seen him.

Yeah, I'm afraid his girlfriend, Chloe Ilson,
was found murdered this morning.

HARRISON: I saw her yesterday afternoon.

Chloe.

She was so excited.

LEWIS: About what?

She said that she had a plan.
How to get us both out of here.

- Start over, anywhere we liked.
- What sort of plan?

Just that she was going to get me
my money back.

And that I mustn't worry.
She said everything was going to be fine.

Do you think that...
that's why she's been...?

What was she thinking?

- What colour would you like the fence?
- Green.

Ah-ha. OK.

(Indistinct conversation)

(Smashing)

- All right?
- I'm fine.

- Here, let me.
- I'm fine. No, look, I've got it!

I've got it, OK?

I said I'm fine.

Just...go and play with Tabby. OK?

What?

(Exhales)

I can take care of everything, you know?

Felix Garwood called you on the afternoon
that Rose Anderson was murdered.

- So?
- Well, he knew you had form, didn't he?

GBH, with and without intent.

ABH, assault, battery...

What?
You think he got me to do something to Rose?

Did he?

She was carrying his kid.
Do you really think he would have hurt her?

- Rose Anderson wasn't pregnant.
- Wasn't she?

Why did you think she was?

Valentine's Day,
Felix came to see me at the club.

Wanted to buy a couple of grams.

Said it was time for some changes.

Celebrating the fact
that he had a kid on the way.

Sir? Chloe Ilson's prints match the ones found
on the bag of cocaine in Felix Garwood's rooms.

What, she was selling him the drugs?

If she was at Felix's, maybe she
witnessed something? Seen the killer.

I prefer to be here.
It's...easier, somehow.

There's only so much gardening I can do.

(Sighs)

Felix said he was going to be a father.

Rose was pregnant?

No.

But someone was. Just not me.

Unless I'm lying, of course.

Which makes me just another suspect,
someone to observe.

Trip up. Is that what I am?

(Door opens)

(Sighs)

Maybe she is lying.

What, so if she thought Rose Anderson
was pregnant with Felix's child,

this is all about revenge?

Mm, she kills the husband,
his lover and the unborn child.

Now, that sounds like a Greek tragedy.

Or she didn't. She's totally innocent
and we're barking up the wrong tree.

Or Harrison Sax is wrong.
Or misheard. Or misunderstood.

Or Felix knocked someone else up.

- Valentine's Day. That's it.
- What is?

Well, Valentine's Day was when
Felix started talking about being a dad.

So?

It was also the day
the Brightways started their IVF treatment.

Mr Brightway?

- Oh, hello again.
- Is your wife at home?

She's taken Tabitha to the hospital.
Blood transfusion.

It's routine. Can I help?

We'd like to talk to you about
your IVF treatment.

What about it?

Felix Garwood?

You'd better come in.

Jennie and I were going through a...

It was hard for her.

I'd just qualified. I was working all hours.
I...just wasn't paying attention.

She was lonely and...there was Felix.

I never knew. It didn't last long.
Just...long enough.

You didn't know that Tabitha was his?

Why would I?

And then we found out about
the fanconi anaemia.

I tried everything I could.

I checked out every crack-pot cure, every
herbal remedy, anything, if I thought it might...

When it's your baby, you do anything.

And then you found out
about the saviour sibling.

It was like a gift from the gods.

A way to save her and a chance for us to have
another child, which we'd wanted for so long.

The clinic was right here in Oxford.
It was like it was meant to be.

All we needed was a genetic match
and we were home free.

And that's when you found out
you weren't Tabitha's dad.

Jennie had to tell me.

Here was Tabby's best hope of a cure.
What choice did she have?

So Jennie and Felix went
through with the IVF?

- Yes.
- And does her sister know?

I mean, does Philippa know
that her husband slept with her sister?

What good would that do?
She doesn't have to know, does she?

- What about you?
- Me?

How do you feel about it?

The affair was a long time ago.

Even so. To be lied to like that...

My daughter has a chance of a life.
What I feel doesn't really come into it, does it?

(Marker pen squeaking)

INNOCENT: Visual aids, Robbie.

Your graphic design skills
are really coming along.

OK. So, Felix Garwood and Jennie Brightway

start their latest lVF treatment here.

Previous attempts had failed, so there's
a lot riding on it with Tabitha's life at stake.

But they won't know whether
it's been successful for a little while.

MADDOX: Felix breaks up with Rose Anderson.

She doesn't like it
and tries to run him off his bike.

And then she ends up dead.

And a short time later,
Jennie discovers that she's pregnant.

Between starting treatment
and Jennie being pregnant,

Felix Garwood is a valuable commodity.

Yeah, sure.

Jennie and Paul certainly couldn't afford for him
to be hurt or hospitalised...or worse.

And suddenly here's Rose Anderson
threatening to do all three.

Do you think those two ever wished
she wasn't around?

Lizzie?

The witness who reported the hit-and-run,
can you get me that tape, please?

Sir.

I think I've just seen an attempted murder.

Someone in a car deliberately
tried to knock a man off his bike.

Jennie Brightway.

I didn't get the number plate
but I recognised the driver.

Her name is Rose Anderson.

- Yes, I made the call.
LEWIS: Whose idea was it?

Mine. Felix had recognised Rose
behind the wheel.

And he was scared.

He said she'd been sending him texts,
messages - really horrible.

He was convinced she'd tried to kill him
and that she'd do it again.

Why didn't he report her himself?

Felix had been warned before
about sleeping with the students.

So I guess he was afraid he'd lose his job.

So you decided to deal with it yourself.

I thought I could get her arrested.
I just wanted her to leave Felix alone.

You thought that you would scare her off,
that's what you thought.

This...this treatment, it's...

it's ruined us financially.

We only had enough money
for one more round of IVF

and...if that failed...

..if anything happened to Felix...

Yeah, but it didn't work, did it?
Rose wasn't arrested.

- She was still going to be a problem.
- Did you kill her?

What? No, that...that's ridiculous!

You don't have an alibi.

No, but I was with Tabitha.
I told you.

What about the night
Felix Garwood was killed?

You think I killed FeI...

Felix is my brother-in-law.

He may...he may have been a crap husband
but he was Tabby's father.

And he is my baby's father.

Look, um...Tabby'll be finished soon so I...

Look, all I've ever wanted is to give Tabby
a family that she can grow up in.

What would be the point if,
by saving a life, I then destroyed it?

Back to square one?

No. We're close, I can feel it.

Well, think about it from
a different perspective.

Rose Anderson's murder
was definitely planned.

Not a shred of physical evidence,
nothing on the weapon, nothing anywhere.

So the killer definitely knew
what they were doing.

The same goes for Chloe llson.

Yeah, but Felix Garwood
was a spur of the moment thing.

I want to go back
where Felix Garwood was killed.

Maddox is right.
His murder was the odd one out.

If the killer made a mistake, it's there.

So, they row.
The murderer picks up the telescope.

Bang!

And now he has to clear up.

He's looking around and what?

He uses the wipes to clear off any traces
from the murder weapon.

It's a bit of luck, wasn't it?
Finding them just when he needs them?

It's the Astrophysics Department.
A lot of high-end glass.

But you've just killed someone, remember.

You're panicking,
you're not making assumptions.

You're desperate.
You're looking round for something and...

That drawer was shut.
They were all shut.

So?

So how did the murderer know
that the wipes were there?

- Looks for them?
- Yeah, but when you're that desperate,

you don't open the drawer
and neatly close it again, do you?

You scrabble. It's a whirlwind.
You fling the drawers open.

You grab what you're looking for.
You don't leave everything nice and neat.

What were the chemical traces
found on that telescope again?

Um...

Isopropyl alcohol, hexyl cinnamal, menthyl.

- These are different.
- So what sort of wipes did the killer use?

Lens wipes. For glasses.

Do you suppose we're looking for an optician?

She hasn't got eyes yet.

Yeah, I think you'd better do the eyes.

Right, let's have a look at this.

- Work your way down to the bottom...
- (Knock at door)

(Door opens)

JENNIE: Paul?

(Low chatter)

- Lizzie!
- Hello, Tabitha. Shall we go outside and play?

However hard you try,
something always goes wrong.

Such as Felix Garwood?

You went to see him, didn't you? You argued.

You grabbed the first thing at hand,
and you clubbed him to death with it.

Nonsense.

And then you cleaned up the telescope
with wipes you'd brought from work.

I want you to leave.

- Did you kill Rose Anderson too?
- You know he didn't!

- I have an alibi.
- Conference, Cheltenham.

That's right.

You were seen going to an event at four.
And you were seen at dinner at 8:30.

So?

Which gave you just enough time to take the
4:32 from Cheltenham and find Rose Anderson,

- kill her, and be back in time for dinner.
- Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?

CCTV photographs
from Cheltenham Spa Station...

..on the afternoon of Rose Anderson's murder.

This is you buying a ticket...

at exactly the time that you say
you were at this conference.

But you can't see the face.
You can't see who it is.

No, but you can see
the friendship bracelet on the wrist.

That's the one that Tabitha made for you,
isn't it?

Paul?

Tabby's life was at stake.

Rose wasn't going to stop until she'd...

We couldn't afford that.

I worked out how to get here and back
to Cheltenham without anyone noticing.

I took a knife from the hotel.

I knew where Rose went running
so I waited for her.

You didn't plan to kill Felix Garwood,
though, did you?

(Whimpers) He said
he was going to take you all away.

That you were going to leave me...

And he was going to take his children,
Tabitha and the baby...

..and there was nothing that I could do.

And Chloe llson?

She was coming out of Felix's
as I was going in.

When she found out that Felix
had been killed she wanted money.

�20,000.

I told her that we didn't have it,
but she wouldn't listen.

After the others, what choice did I have?
She was going to spoil everything.

PauI...those girls.

- Their families. You...
- I did this for our family.

But...Felix...

He said...
he said that you still loved him.

(Tearfully) I was so scared.
I was so scared.

Oh, you fool!

He kept...
he kept on at me but I told him...

I told him that you were Tabby's father
and nothing will change that.

I'm so sorry.
I couldn't help it, he was laughing at me.

I just wanted to make him stop,
I had to make him stop.

JENNIE: Oh, God...

- (Sobs)
- Paul...

What have you done?

- I'm so sorry.
OFFICER: Come on.

JENNIE: No.

- Daddy, Daddy!
JENNIE: Tabs! Tabby!

Hey...

I need to go away for a while, sweetheart.

So I need you to look after Mum.

Come on.

- Daddy loves you so much.
- Come on.

Come on.

I'll take that. Thank you.

PHlLlPPA: He's leaving. Effective immediately,
pending further action by the College.

No, they'll just bury it. Hiring someone
without checking their references?

They may not have a choice.

He has a book deal. They say Karen secured it.

"My Story: How I blagged my way onto the
High Table with just an O level in woodwork.

HATHAWAY: Probably a fake as well.

He's resilient. I'll give him that.

The gods must love him.

Come on.

Why are you here, Officer?

To return this. And thank you for it.

I enjoyed it very much.

Thank you.

(Guitar intro)

MADDOX: So, what are we having?

I've no idea.
He won't let me anywhere near the kitchen.

Just have a little faith.
I'm in complete control.

Pride comes before a fall.

(Doorbell)

Not this time.

- More?
- Er, yes, please.

It's not going to be
one of those voyage of discovery meals?

- I'm hoping not.
- Why? What do you discover?

Usually that you're not very hungry.

(Front door closes)

I give you the authentic taste of ltaly.
Albeit via the Cowley Road.

- Pizza?
- You can't go wrong.

- Er...do you want your wine?
- Yes, please.

What's up?

"Nothing has more strength
than dire necessity."

Don't tell me. Euripides.

It doesn't work like that, man.

Have you two finished yakking?

Not for a long time.