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I am always here to serve and to live. A
computer has stolen my job.

I've arranged to meet my parents.

What if they reject you again? Your
father, their funeral was last week.

Everyone knows, even the criminals.

I want to find someone like you found
Kathy.

And Margaret, by the way.

Yes. Why am I always the last one to
find out everything?

Find out what?

Mr Draper's run the stock order.

I didn't even get a look at it.

Well, you just told me.

So, technically, now I'm the last one to
find out.

This is the final straw.

I hope it do you lot.

I mean, I'm sure it's just an overnight.

You promised me a say in our summer
range.

I've always wanted to. Dotty says I've
got an eye for it.

He ignored you on purpose.

You have any evidence?

It's not a police case, Geordie.

No. But if you're going to jack in a job
you've spent six years toiling at...

I'm being brilliant at.

You'd better be sure.

Besides, I probably ordered all the
stuff you like anyway.

Hello. What?

Body's been found.

Young lady on the common.

Next time we should bring a picnic.

Next time?

I mean, if you want to.

Would you let me drive?

Drive, Pep?

The car has a name.

Of course the car has a name.

And you drive in... Well, it would
depend.

On what?

On what you bought for this swap.

I will be judging.

Then you first.

Have you read it?

Been meaning to.

A wholesome story of a promising young
lady that's actually quite racy.

It's made you think of me?

No, no, not like that.

Why ever not?

Here you are.

The one about the asylum?

Yes.

Cooped up with the crazies.

A village vicar might relate.

That was fun.

Thanks, Pep.

You sure I can't drop you home?

I really do fancy the walk.

I mean, you could come in if you wanted.

I shouldn't.

They should go on.

Those books won't end themselves.

Exactly.

Oh, God.

Paul. Oh, my God, oh, God.

My Lord, we're over in courtroom.

Dad?

Dad.

I was going to mention it.

What have we got, Larry?

Dog walker found her this morning.

We're investigating traffic accidents
now.

It's a bit of a conundrum, boss.

A conundrum? Are you allowed to use that
many syllables?

I'm trying to better myself for
Jennifer.

Miss Scott.

Yeah, I know who Jennifer is, Larry.

What's the conundrum?

No sign of the scooter's key.

Uniform searched everywhere.

She couldn't drive it without one.

So how did she fairly ride into a tree
when she couldn't even start the engine?

Plus, grass and mud marks on the
scooter, but none on the girl.

Reckon it's been staged.

You're on the plate yet?

Still waiting on it.

I've got her ID, though.

Christina Parsons.

Student at Newnham, too.

Says I have no licence.

Her scarf.

You may want to brush up on your college
collars next.

Sorry, boss.

Figured it was for part of her mod look.

The what look? Kids on scooters.

Sharp clothes.

Amphetamines. Another bloody gang.

Anything else in the bag?

Some kind of writing on the inside.

That's a coin ring.

A dollar.

In God we trust.

Mark on her finger. She's been wearing
it on and off for a while.

Being and nothingness.

Don't like the content of my wallet.

You read it?

No.

But I know a man who might have.

I'm fully aware of your reputation.

And my daughter is not some conquest to
be added to your tally.

Alfie!

What's happening?

Oh.

Hello.

Meg, isn't it?

Hello again.

Miss Grey is the bishop's daughter.

The bishop's... Oh.

Oh.

What brings you here?

Oh, just at a loose end.

Margaret!

We're going.

You'll be wanting a brandy.

The backseat of a triumph is no place to
deflower. Daughter of the cloth.

Daughter of the cloth is not a real
phrase, Mrs Fee. And there was no

deflowering. I've told you, there are
plenty of eligible women here in the

village. Please, not now.

Be a dear and get that, would you?

The bishop's daughter.

I didn't know.

Bit early for me, I think.

It's Geordie.

I can tell you exactly what he's going
to say.

You sly old dog. Don't.

I really liked her.

But how can it work now?

I'll trade your romantic crisis for an
existential one.

What?

The scooter wasn't registered in
Christina Parsons' name.

It's owned by Peter Grayson.

A boyfriend, perhaps?

You can ask him yourself.

We just brought him in.

Mr Grayson's been here before.

Peter Grayson.

You're a janitor at the university
laboratory.

That where you met Christina Parsons?
Chrissy, yeah.

Can't believe she's gone.

I saw her last night.

You loaned her your scooter?

I borrowed it to nip up to the lab and
finish some work.

I had a rice pudding waiting for her.

What time was this?

About half eight.

She was staying with you?

She'd drop over sometimes.

Was she your girlfriend?

Guess. We hadn't done anything, but she
liked hanging out.

A posh, pretty college girl was just
hanging out round your flat?

Yeah.

Yeah, look, she liked the thing. She
probably wouldn't have said two words to

in my overalls, but she saw me in my
suit down the mire and we got chatting.

Spent nights and nights poring over that
jukebox, swapping records at the lab.

Did you give her this?

No.

Never seen it before.

What about this book?

Yeah.

Said she wanted to know what being a mob
was about.

Well, you're the first gang I've come
across with its own reading list.

Well, Parcher says most people spend
their whole lives not realising they're

doing exactly what's expected of them.

And instead they should do what? Buy a
scooter?

You're a gang.

And gangs always get violent. And we've
had you in here before for brawling. I

didn't start that. You didn't stop it
either.

So maybe you and Chrissie fell out.

You threw a punch. Never. Or maybe a
rival gang came for you and she got

in between.

She was at the lab last night.

That's where you should look.

You think the student did this?

All I know is there's a bloody shark
tank in there.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Porter saw Chrissy last night. She
arrived before nine, left after ten.

It was definitely her.

Wearing the helmet and pushing the
scooter.

She was a researcher for a... Professor
Aldol.

These results show that mutations in
proteins and DNA accumulate over time.

And the rate at which they accumulate is
not random, but actually relatively

constant. As you can see from this
table.

Professor Aldo?

You're early. He's in here next.

Do you mind if we wait?

As I was saying, the results show the
number of differences between human and

gorilla haemoglobin chains is
measurable, which suggests a sequence of

away from a common chain ancestor.

You are to retract this at once.

Please, Clarence, I'm not finished. You
will be finished if you cannot

demonstrate your proof.

Professor Aldo, not now.

Let's call it a day here, everyone. The
results are all in my paper.

It shouldn't have been published.

Your jealousy is very unbecoming.

I will ruin all of it, you know. Because
I'm a woman.

The frontiers of science are not pushed
back by people like you.

Stupid old pig!

Damn you! Let's all calm down.

I'll see you thrown out for this.
Enough!

It's got a little hatred in there.

That man really can be quite a prick.

You know, he thinks the genetic
differences between the races and sexes

prove a pecking order.

You don't agree.

With a man who's never been further than
Peterborough, a limited data set and a

limited mind, real science is about
dreaming the impossible.

Very poetic.

And what exactly is it you've been
dreaming?

My current fascination, which also
happens to be Aldo's fascination, is

molecular clock theory.

That we can deduce the point in time two
species diverged based on markers in

their biology.

I can explain it to you. I cannot
understand it for you.

Unlike Joshi, I'm not reckless with my
proclamations.

Science is built on verifiable data.

Evidence leads theory.

Precisely. She published in a rush.

Clarence sat on his result, checking and
rechecking.

Now he's doing in his room while I've
got a faculty dinner tonight in my

So publishing first is a big deal. With
the right paper, a man could make

faculty chair in a few years.

Or a woman.

Chrissie Parton died on her way home
from here last night.

She was a researcher of yours.

It's a truly terrible lot.

We believe Chrissie was here at the lab
between 8 .30 and 10 p .m.

Where were you?

I'd have been reading in my rooms.

Were you aware that Chrissie was in with
a gang of mods?

That's Bivy Janitor.

He was such a distraction, a dalliance.

You don't think she was serious about
him?

Oh, no, not at all.

No, the real damaging influence here is
Professor Joshi.

Too keen.

Too ambitious.

Too Indian.

I was alone last night preparing for
this morning's lecture. Am I a suspect?

Just throwing out ideas.

Well, here's one for you. You've seen
Aldo's attitude towards women.

Maybe Chrissie got a bit too uppity for
his liking.

He said you were too ambitious.

My only ambition is to get a fair shake
at this without being shoved aside for

not fitting in.

Maybe you can understand that.

Was there anyone else Chrissie was
working with?

I got in on a scholarship.

I didn't realise how overwhelming it'd
be. The rules, the cliques.

You knew Chrissie Parsons?

Yeah. She was brilliant.

I never met anyone like her back home.
There was no conflict.

What with you being on Josh's team and
her on Aldo's.

Stuck here all hours. There's no point
making it a race.

I'd help her with practical kit.

She'd help me.

It makes sense of life here.

Pretty laugh like that.

Taking you under her wing.

You must have been sweet on her.

Everybody was.

You recognize this ring?

Yeah, she used to wear it.

You were here last night.

Collecting results in the lab. I saw
Chrissie come in at about nine, checking

Aldo's electrophoresis and
chromatography tests.

She left after an hour, and I didn't
stay much after.

You saw her leave?

Were you worried?

Upset?

She'd been... fighting with her
boyfriend.

The mauled fella.

Terry's story checks out.

Chrissie Parkins wheeled Peter Grayson's
scooter out of here just after 10.

She's then found dead in the woods early
this morning.

And Harder and Joshie have no alibi.

Mr.

Grayson?

Nor does our janitor.

Too many suspects, not enough clues.

Right, come on.

Pathologist's report will be in.

It can't have been easy for Joshie.

Working alongside that bigger.

Well, at least the world's changing.

I wouldn't have had her here back when I
was a kid.

Nor you in the vicarage.

That's got to count for something.

Yeah.

But being the first Indian face
anywhere, it's like another label to

you.

Such a good label is a way to avoid
responsibility.

Take them away and... Who are we,
really?

What's left underneath?

That fella in the nuddy?

The cause of death was a head trauma.

The tree?

Pathologists suggest a flat surface.

A hard table or floor, maybe?

A reporter said he saw her leaving in
her helmet like a jockey.

She wasn't wearing it when she bashed
her head.

You'd expect more blood on the parker
and all, but it's clean.

Could she have been dressed in it after
she was killed?

And they're a puncture, wouldn't they?

All over her shoulder. And across her
back. Too neat to be from the tree.

And nothing matches on the scooter.

Here's that paperwork you wanted.

Thank you, Miss Scott.

Larry?

What's this?

Christ on a bite, Larry.

Oh, Larry.

Is it a thing?

Nothing a vicar should hear.

It won't last.

And then it'll be me who has to deal
with these big, sad puppy dog eyes for

weeks on end.

Oh, Larry.

Speaking of doomed romances, ain't you
fancy some new reading material?

Well, since you no longer have any plans
for tonight.

Ah, I'll consider it.

What's in it?

Josh's published paper.

Chrissie's notebooks.

And old files of Aldo's.

Heterogeneity and molecular evolution
through hemoglobin.

Yeah, simply rolls off the tongue.

Hang on. Professor Aldo mentions an
interest in numismatics.

Well, fellas like a new myth.

That was bad, even for you.

Numismatics isn't a coin.

I share this fascination with Newton.

He was master of the mint, you know,
after he studied here.

You must have a good eye for them. I
like to think so.

You recognize this one?

I think you made it.

For Chrissie Parsons.

I've seen these before.

Yanks, dating to you, used to make them
for their sweetheart.

I studied at Berkeley in the 40s,
learned there.

It requires older coins, higher silver
content, you see.

Were you having an affair with Chrissie
Parsons, Professor?

That's not what happened. Beautiful
girl, working closely over long hours

late nights. It's not hard to imagine.

You're making it sound seedy.

You're a married man and she's half your
age.

But it wasn't some grubby tryst.

How long had it been going on?

Six months.

A little more.

You knew about Peter Grayson?

The janitor.

She took pity on him like tending an
injured bird.

And you didn't think any of this was
pertinent to the case?

It had nothing to do with her death.

But it had everything to do with your
standing.

hoping you shine bright enough to be the
faculty chair, when the truth is your

reputation's already tarnished.

Maybe you didn't shrug off the model ad
so easily.

Maybe you told her to leave him, or
maybe she left you.

Either way, we've seen it doesn't take
much for you to get angry and physical

with a woman.

I did nothing wrong. A man in a position
of power seducing a younger woman.

Sounds pretty wrong to me. Did you kill
her?

No, I bloody did not.

Your alibi is unverifiable.

Your affair is a damaging secret.

You had every reason to want to control
Chrissie.

I'd say the evidence is leading the
theory one way.

No, Inspector.

Just because I can't prove I was in my
rooms last night doesn't mean you can

place me at the scene of the crime.

He's right.

Look, Peter didn't seem to know about
her affair with Aldo.

Maybe he was the one who found out and
snapped.

And he shortened Alibi.

We still need to find the keys to that
scooter.

And what made the marks on Chrissie's
shoulder and back?

The answer lies somewhere between the
lab and where she was found on the

Come on.

Larry, put this back with Chrissie
Parsons' personal effects.

What?

See if you can find that student, Terry.

I'm going to take a look around outside.

Oh, hi, Mr. Cotterham.

Can I take a look around?

Hey!

Off you go, Paddy. Go on, see you,
Paddy.

Keep on walking.

Does this happen a lot?

Often enough to remind me of my place.

It's crazy to stop them, but no.

Back to being an outsider.

You're in the building, but you're not
in the club.

Yeah.

But now you've helped Professor Joshie
publish.

Surely it'll lead to a fortune in glory.

I'm just hoping for a paid job.

It'd make a bigger difference to my
family than a tiny citation in a

Back again, Mr. Cotteram.

Trying to understand the rivalries and
politics in the lab.

How pretty fitted in here.

Like a glove.

The whole family are Oxbridge to the
bone.

It wasn't as easy for you.

No easier than for a convert to the
church, I imagine.

I'm not a convert.

I chose this.

I grew up with it.

Bible stories before bed every night.

And you think that what the church has
made you into, that's... true to who you

really are.

This is who I am.

It doesn't get more quintessentially
British than the vicar of a quaint

village.

You'll tell me next that your police
friend accepts you too.

That's not fair.

Geordie's a good man.

He's using you.

Walking around with a handsome Indian
vicar, everyone assuming he's moral and

accepting and not the fist of the status
quo.

Now you're judging.

Raised by the church, seeing the world
through their eyes.

You trust all the wrong people.

And your sorry's in the wash, is it?

I wish you could see how much you've
been skewed.

Alfie!

What have you got?

There's blood outside the lab window.

And I double -checked the porter's logs.
Someone else was in there last night.

Peter Grayson.

Peter!

Oi!

I just want to talk.

Yeah.

Well, look at that.

Keys to the scooter.

A pretty serious door.

I didn't put the keys there.

Well, someone planted them in your bag.

On a shift.

Bags go in the staff room. Anyone could
have sneaked in. You told us you were at

home last night. You were waiting for
Chrissie with a bowl of rice pudding.

lied.

Did you know Chrissie was having an
affair with Professor Aldo?

So Chrissie went to the college on your
bike.

You followed, attacked her. No. Probably
in a jealous rage, dragged her body out

of the window, laid her out on the
common.

It was one of those posh bastards.

They think they're untouchable, better
than ordinary people.

You were always an outsider.

Exactly.

Then why were you there last night?

I was on a shift.

Peter.

We checked your rotor.

Fine.

I was... I was in the library.

Bollocks you were.

This preservation of favourable
variations and the rejection of

variations I call natural selection.

Darwin. Origin of the species, chapter
4, page 81.

I'm not allowed in the library.

Could lose my job over it.

Been studying for weeks now.

Wanted to impress Chrissie.

The college librarian confirmed she
signed out a batch of biology books to a

matching Peter Grayson's description
last night.

So he is telling the truth.

Quite a conundrum.

So maybe the killer's trying to frame
Peter.

And we're no closer to catching them.

I've

been

thinking on it all day.

On what?

Well, on you.

All day at work, round and round in my
head, and I am... So sorry about this

morning. I should have said something
sooner.

When were you going to tell me?

I don't know.

I've seen how things went.

So you were stringing me along, or was
it to pick off your father?

What are you talking about?

A year ago, he almost had me ousted from
here because of... Well, because of who

I am, where I'm from.

I didn't know that. I had no idea.

A man like me dating his daughter, you
don't think that would be at the least

extremely awkward?

I am not my father, Alfie.

No.

But I can't trust either of you.

Alfie.

Alfie?

Meg. Well, goodbye.

Sorry. Am I disturbing?

No.

Not at all.

I wondered if you might care to join me
at the pictures.

Take your mind off things.

It's either a kind of loving with that
lovely Alan Bates, or carry on cruising.

Not tonight, I'm afraid.

I've got homework.

Oh.

Of course.

What is it?

Science papers.

One of Geordie's cases.

Now, I thought I'd grasped the basics,
but Dickens has a better shot at

understanding this.

May I?

Oh, dear.

Escape to your movie.

There must be a million other things you
could do tonight.

To be honest, I just wanted a night away
from the halfway house.

And with Daniel absent... Then make
yourself at home.

I've made samosas.

Oh.

For a slightly sad attempt at trying to
prove something to myself.

An identity crisis on a plate.

It tastes better with one of these.

I won't.

Could I trouble you for a sherry?

Okay, Cathy, here we are with the
Swinerton summer season.

Off we go, then.

These are the best ones.

Smile, Dora.

Hardly haute couture, is it? None of
these are cool.

They're so boring.

Nonsense. That's a very pleasant shade
of brown.

These are bad, Sylvia.

Last time I saw whirl -a -ways like
that, we were rationing.

Mr Draper's picked nothing new.

He knows people like what people like.

People like choice.

They'd buy new stars if we offered them.

Like in Carnaby Street.

This one is itching me something rotten.

So order better stuff?

Oh, I wish.

I'm not in charge, am I? That's been
made perfectly clear.

You're doing a much better job, Mum.

You're struggling too?

My mind keeps wandering.

Is it to do with this, or...?

The bishop's daughter.

It's both.

I had a run -in with Professor Madhu
Joshi today.

I thought we connected.

Both outsiders working with people who
didn't want us there.

But she turned on me.

She made out I was a naive, white,
pleasing sellout.

What nonsense.

Being used by Geordie.

being used by the church.

She's just bitter.

People get twisted out of shape
pretending to be something they're not.

Before Daniel, I got engaged to a woman.

You can imagine how that ended.

But then I lashed out at Meg.

Accused her of using me to annoy her
father.

Ah, that's what that was.

You don't really think that?

I know I don't trust her father.

I'm not particularly fond of him either.

But be careful you're not tarring Meg
with the same brush.

Sometimes the apple escapes the tree.

Did you get that capacity for compassion
from your parents?

I suppose sometimes you get the best,
and sometimes they hand down their

flaws and throw in some new ones for
good measure.

Ignore me.

I'm just mad at Daniel and all his
family nonsense.

Besides, the finest minds in Cambridge
are wrestling with these very questions.

How are we to know?

You want to trade?

Mix it up?

Sure.

And I'll fetch it to Mother.

No, wait, I've... I've already seen
this.

You can't have. I thought you gave it to
me first.

Shorty, I found something.

Leonard and I have been trying to make
sense of this all evening.

You know you only read the start and the
end?

You didn't read the whole thing, did
you?

It was very insightful.

Look at these two pages.

The handwriting on the margins, it's
different.

No, no.

Look at the numbers.

These are Professor Aldo's figures, and
these are Professor Joshi's.

They're exactly the same.

We need to talk to Professor Joshi.

You better.

Get out.

What's going on here?

I'm working. It's what it takes.

I think she needs water. I'll get her.

I'm fine.

Stop being a youth by him.

Shorty. What?

This is a DNA model, but it's been
broken.

Easy.

I didn't notice this before, but I've
been looking at this shape all night.

So, the model's been broken.

Broken by a fight?

Something made puncture wounds in
Chrissie Parfen's back and arm.

I'm no academic, but if you'd humor me,
Professor, I'd like to present the

results of my own research.

Started two nights ago when Chrissie
Parsons was killed in the laboratory.

The blood on the DNA model and the
puncture marks on her arm and back

that. I had nothing to do with her
death.

The porter thought he saw Chrissie Leib.

Likely it was the killer in Chrissie's
parka and helmet to make it appear that

the murder happened off campus.

They went back.

removed her body through the window,
then wheeled the scooter across the

and ran it into a tree.

Left her body beside it to suggest an
accident.

Yeah, they were clever, dear.

If we didn't buy the accident, they had
the keys to plant on Peter Grayson.

Please, get to your point.

I reckon someone as smart as you can see
where this is going.

This salt -of -the -earth routine is
most... The endless class war.

You love taking people apart, don't you?

From their DNA to their personalities.

Pick, pick, pick.

I must have really touched a nerve with
you yesterday.

See, the thing is, everything you picked
at me for... Well, I think that was

really about you.

Always insecure.

Always an outsider.

You've no idea.

You're a man.

You never had to question what you were
giving up.

Or maybe I really am comfortable being a
quintessential English vicar.

Whereas the harder you try to fit in
pretending to be something you're not,

more you hated her.

The only murder you can pin on me is for
the little Indian girl I was with a

thick accent.

Who wore bright saris and ran barefoot
in the sunshine.

She was the sacrifice to put me here.

Why were you at the lab last night?

And not at a fancy dinner?

Something more important came up.

These are your published results.

And this is Kruse's record of Professor
Aldo's experiments.

I might just be a salt of the earth
copper, but those numbers look very

to me.

Odd.

Particularly as Aldo's experiments are
dated before yours.

You said he sat on his own results for
too long.

Maybe he sat just long enough for you to
steal them.

and publish first.

I got the jump on him.

I knew if he could prove it, I'd get
there too.

But then yesterday, he confronted you.

He guessed what you'd done.

That would give you enough reason to try
and replicate those results in your own

desperate experiment.

That's what you were doing at the lab
last night.

But I couldn't replicate them.

Plagiarism ends careers.

If Chrissie found out what you did,
well, that would give you a reason to

her.

Did you murder Chrissie Parsons?

No, I did not.

We've got to get back, Larry.

Another minute.

I've got work to do, and so do you.

Wait. Look at that, just up ahead.

Can I see?

No, I'm going. You're acting strange.

What's this?

Jenny, look.

What have you hidden there?

That's a shilling.

Jennifer. Oh my God, Larry Peters, you
are not doing this again.

Don't say anything.

Hear me out.

I've met a lot of people on this job.

I never expected... We can't. We talked
about this last year.

Yeah, but how could we...

You know, the ones.

But now we've done it a lot.

If we get married, I'll have to resign.

Exactly how many married women do you
see working at the station?

That's all right.

You'd have your hands full with a baby
in a year.

Raise your own bloody baby?

Do you really think I'm just going to
retire to mother a brood or be a

housewife? This is not who I am.

I had it all planned.

First dance.

A speech.

I love you.

I love you too.

I'm so sorry.

These notes and Chrissie's margins, they
don't match Aldo's handwriting.

So why have you brought him in?

Well, maybe Chrissie leaked the results
and he phoned out.

It's worth a shot.

Really, Inspector, this constant
harassment is unforgivable.

Caught you, did they, little thief?

How did you do it?

I couldn't get my X -ray diffractions
anywhere near your numbers.

Clara, how did you... You didn't get
them.

So is it?

You faked your result.

You lied.

But I didn't publish.

So neither of them actually made a
discovery.

It would be a shame if the faculty
learned how it has been falsifying a

Some days you push the frontiers of
science.

Some days they push back.

Are you okay?

You were right about me.

Every day was a compromise.

I'm sorry. I really am.

And all of it for nothing.

All of it staked on that paper. And now
it's gone.

Insecurity. People lash out when they're
insecure, when they risk losing

everything.

Come again.

Who else take their future on Joshi's
paper?

Professor Joshi told you all to bring
the impossible.

But then she put you in an impossible
situation.

She asked you to steal Professor Aldo's
results.

No, I'd never do that.

Breaking and entering, maybe not.

How about sneaking a look when helping
his researcher with her practicals and

essays?

That's your handwriting in the margins
of Chrissie Parton's notebook.

Helping her out as you copied her
numbers.

She'd have no idea.

At least not until Joshie got cocky and
published.

Without even verifying or tweaking the
results.

Chrissie must have been really angry
when she realized you'd betrayed her.

just angry.

My guess is vicious, too.

Because you're an outsider in that
world.

Chrissie wouldn't know how hard it's
been for you to go there because it was

never hard for her.

Everyone thought she was this...

Brilliant, lovely girl, but it was skin
deep.

She turned.

Said I didn't belong.

Called me a peasant.

A pro.

She was going to tell my family, my dad,
they'd know.

And you couldn't let that happen?

That luck comprised everything for me.

So I'll be able to do well.

Pull us all up a rung?

But rather than face their
disappointment, you killed Chrissie

What happened, Terry?

I just... I didn't mean to...

You pushed her into the DNA model.

Then threw her to the floor.

The tear book?

She hit her head and that was it.

She was gone.

Who's playing that racket?

What the

hell are you playing at?

Get that off.

You're not a bloody girl.

i'm looking for some books no book here
not for you

fair enough but can i say i am so

sorry for yesterday i really am things
have been

difficult between me and your dad and
it's it's made me a little insecure

but if you didn't know any of that I
really didn't. Then I was very

wrong to lash out.

And to assume the worst.

Alfie, maybe we just... I really am
looking for some perks.

Well, I've got a list.

The Greats of Wrath.

What was that one?

It's your list.

The Grapes of Wrath. Mm -hmm.

What's the next one?

The Catcher in the Rye.

The Catcher in the Rye. Great book.

But you need to follow it up with
something a bit more, you know, upbeat.

Green Eggs and Ham.

Okay, well, these... Oh, these... We'll
turn green if we wait too long, so...

What on earth have you done?

I owed you a picnic.

Do you have a drink as well?

Mm -hm.

There is some under milk wood in here.

Somewhere.

OK,

this is sweet.

This does enough to be the end.

What exactly did you have in mind?

Come over for dinner.

I'll cook.

A date?

Let's call it an apology.

Oh, I'll be calling it great
expectations.

Don't let me down again, Mr. Cotterham.

Just found these two in the churchyard.

Very good. This is Joan, the Reverend's
niece.

Your niece?

She's in a touch of bother. Everyone who
witnessed the murder today, hands up.

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