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Morning, Mia.

Oh, yeah.

Hi, Professor.

In the west of the country, well, I'm afraid it's more about you.

I'm not really going to come out at all today.

Heavily old past guys will leave for a long, sometimes wintery shout.

And watch out for some strong, tiggy old swings.

These should ease off by late afternoon, but it's good to be a cool day.

So, Miss Hassan seemed in good health when you saw her?

Yes.

Yes, she was her normal self.

And what was that exactly?

Just incredibly... ..focused.

I mean, she'd say hello, but she was... ..impatient with small talk.

What was she working on?

Haematology.

Blood to saunas.

Sir, we spoke to a few students and the security guard on the gate.

Nothing. The girl seemed fine.

We're all clear.

Whatever killed her, killed her in there.

Is there a case to investigate here?

I mean, people have brain tumours, whatever, and go just like that.

That's a comforting thought, Robbie.

Well, the post -mortem will tell us for sure.

But to me, this feels like a crime scene.

So let's treat it that way. I want everything bagged and tagged.

No visible injuries.

Sir, this was in her bag.

Adrenaline. That can be used for anaphylactic shock.

She die of an allergic reaction?

To something she ate or drank.

These biscuits.

Was she going for the syringe?

The reaction can be immediate.

They smell nutty.

It seems strange that someone with a nut allergy would be eating stuff with nuts

in it.

Maybe it was an accident.

Could have been tampered with.

Yeah, the man lied.

Seemed to tie up the contents of her stomach.

Well, if this is a murder weapon, could these be the motive?

The use of animals in our research is absolutely essential.

There are people out there who take against that kind of thing.

Militants. Well, we've got no trouble from them.

Look, maybe you should talk to Professor Murray in our legal faculty.

Is it Sean Murray?

Yes.

Any security issues, I'll refer to his office.

Thanks.

You know this money guy?

Yeah. He was a friend of my husband's.

All right, I'll leave him to you, then. I try to avoid lawyers whenever

possible.

This is where I last saw Mia.

Yeah.

Yeah, of course. I'll keep you up to speed.

Yep, I'll talk to the police as soon as possible.

OK. OK, bye -bye.

No time like the present.

Jackie.

I hoped you might be around.

Hello.

How are you doing?

Yeah, I'm OK.

Oh, it's good to see you.

Yeah, you too.

It's just a shame it's under such awful circumstances.

So the girl was actually murdered?

Well, we're not sure as yet, but it's looking that way.

Did I hear you saying you were coming to see us?

Yeah, the university have asked me to liaise.

I'm going to need a word with your gaffer.

I think you're safer with me.

Yeah, it's me.

Something's going on.

You should go over here.

I had meant to call you, Jackie, but... It's OK.

I know.

What do you say to somebody who's lost their ex -husband?

There's definitely a gap in the sympathy card market.

Still, it's great that you made your peace and that you were there for him in

the end.

Well, you and Michelle would be the same.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Our divorce was a lot messier than yours.

Not that I'm looking for sympathy.

So it's better to close yourself off and concentrate on your work.

Are you having a go at me? Just speaking from experience.

You see, I can do both.

You're a hard case, Jackie Reed.

Nah, you don't know the half of it.

So your workload includes monitoring any hate mail or threats against university

staff? Yeah. I set up protocols for any department doing anything even remotely

controversial. Stem cell, animal research, that sort of thing.

Anything that's even slightly dodgy gets passed on to me.

And? Nothing. Nothing at all.

What do you think you're doing, mate? His job?

Keep shooting, Miles.

You're right.

Who are you?

Jessica Flowers, politics and media.

Runs a student newspaper.

She's going to edit her own tabloid by the time she's 30. Right, Jess?

27, actually.

So, what can you tell me about the murder, Miss... Reid.

Detective Sergeant Reid.

Who says anything about a murder?

Oh, come on.

Yeah, well, maybe you should speak to my superior, DCI Burke.

She's a bit full on, isn't she?

Yep.

I thought I was going to love her.

No comment.

I haven't asked you anything yet. No, I'll be gleaming your eye and I don't

it. Well, what about you, then?

Are you a bit more cooperative?

Eh, like the man said, no comment.

Do you always do what you're told?

How boring.

Eh, you need to invest in a room length and keep you out of people's way.

Was Mia killed for being a Muslim?

Is this a hate crime?

What's going on?

Mia, Sam's dead.

That lass is not the only one going to be asking the race question.

The minute you mention colour or religion, you've muddied the waters.

I'm not making any statements until we know more.

I think she'll be making statements in spite of us.

I've got more on my mind than Lois Lane right now.

We found an adrenaline syringe in Mia's bag, Mr Hassan.

She's... She was...

A letter to nuts, Chief Inspector.

Any kind of nut.

Could she have eaten something by mistake, do you think?

Definitely not.

She was meticulous about her diet.

I think that's how she was.

Someone gave her.

Who outside of your family might know about Mia's allergy?

Anyone who had to.

She knew how dangerous it could be.

Was there anyone in particular?

I mean, a boyfriend, for instance, wanted to ask her out for a meal, take

out for dinner.

I don't think she ever really had a boyfriend.

All she did was study.

Did you come into much contact with Mia Hassan yourself?

Not really.

Science crowd all stay in their own geeky little world.

What, unlike the cool students with their 200 -year -old law books, you

They're all sexy.

We get to stand up and shout, I object.

I suppose Mia did make an impression, though.

In what way?

Well, I said an awards panel, you know, PhD scholarship, student of the year,

that sort of thing.

Me, it was up to the Rayburn Prize.

It's an annual award for the most promising student.

Poor girl.

Have you heard of the news, Professor?

Ruth, yes, yeah.

I've just been talking to Detective Sergeant Reid about it. Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you a friend of Mia's? Well, I saw her about a bit, but I wouldn't call her

a pal.

So did you have many friends?

You know, I don't think she did. I mean, she wasn't a sad case or anything, but

she just spent a lot of time working.

I was... Can I ask you something?

I mean, are you the right person?

Well, fire away and we'll soon find out. OK, well, I was going to organise a

vigil, you know, non -denominational, just a chance for people to show they

care.

That's very nice, considering you weren't really friends.

Well, I'm the chair of the student council, so I kind of feel like it's my

responsibility. Would that be a problem?

Don't see why.

OK, thanks. I'll get on to it.

Sure, now you... I should make tracks.

Okey -doke.

I'll call you if I've anything to liaise about.

Yeah.

Jackie.

Maybe I'll call you even if we don't.

Do you say religion played a major part in your daughter's life?

Here it comes.

Young Muslim woman, wears a headdress, reads the Koran, must be a fanatic.

No, I didn't say that, sir.

That's what you're thinking.

If she was a white girl, you wouldn't... All we do in every case, Mr Hassan, is

look for motive.

If you want a motive, see the colour of her skin.

Robbie, take the laptop out.

We'll investigate every possibility, Mr Hassan.

I can promise you that.

Anaphylactic shock.

Brought on by exposure to a substance to which the victim was critically

allergic.

In this case... Nut.

Nut oil, to be precise.

Extremely concentrated.

How did it get into your system?

She ate it. There was an undigested biscuit in her stomach.

Same as the one in the Tupperware box?

Yes, and they were contaminated too.

Deliberately? Well, it seems that the oil was sprayed onto the Tupperware

some kind of aerosol. There are considerable traces of oil even now.

You'd have to know me yet pretty well to know that would kill her.

You all know the drill.

Body language, emotional outbursts, all around shiftiness.

We have a poison mare not close enough to find out her allergy.

If this is where she spent most of her time, this is where she met her killer.

Thanks, guys.

Thanks, everyone.

I hope wherever Mia is now, she knows that we'll miss her, and we hope that

she's at peace.

I'm Chief Inspector Buck.

Before you all go back to your homes, I'd like to make an appeal for your

We're all here tonight to pay our respects to Mia.

Believe me, the best way to do that is to help bring whoever was responsible

her murder to justice.

Talk to me.

Talk to my team.

Any information you might have, no matter how trivial you think it is,

prove useful.

This was a brilliant young woman.

A promising life brought to a terrible, premature end.

I hope I can count on your cooperation.

Thank you.

Sorry. There's no need to be.

It's with Haynes, isn't it? You organised all this. Please, Ruth.

I thought it was the least I could do.

Well, you could do more.

You could talk to me.

Encourage the other students to do the same.

So how well did

you actually know Mia?

I'm not very well. Smart move.

Why's that?

Coming here, engaging with the student.

Well, we need information. They're the best people to give it to.

There's more to it than that.

You think the killer's here on this campus?

Look, Sean, I know we're friends, but I can't really give you any details of the

investigation. Of course, I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't even be fishing.

Just let these cases in court, never the crime scene.

The novelty will wear off, I promise you.

So, we're friends, are we?

Well, yes, honestly.

You two can't keep away from each other, can you?

She's trying to wind you up, you know.

Yeah.

It's working.

Look, Sean, I need to try and keep this on a professional basis.

Understood.

For now, anyway.

Anything?

Loads. She worked hard. She kept herself to herself.

Yeah, didn't have a boyfriend, didn't drink, didn't do drugs.

She didn't do anything.

I know it might sound callous, but the only interesting thing that ever

to me was being murdered.

Might sound callous?

Don't expect any humanity, Stuart. This young lady wants to be a journalist when

she grows up.

That's right, I do.

And I think there should be a much warmer relationship between the press

police.

We have media advisors these days.

It's not quite the same as one -to -one contact, is it?

You can call me any time.

Or just, uh...

Drop into Bar 101 and then most afternoons.

You like a drink, do you, Jessica?

You probably will make a good journalist then.

Progress?

Maybe. I wasn't talking to you.

I'm still not.

We're here to ask questions, no answer them.

Ah, you lads making friends?

The journalists have friends.

Let me guess, the one thing you hate more than a journalist is a lawyer.

Good guess.

Sir, this is Professor Sean Murray.

He's head of the legal faculty.

He'll have developed a thick skin, then. Like a rhino.

Jackie here's been filling me in on the investigation.

Yeah, well, we won't keep you, Sean.

Okay, well, you know where to find me.

Gentlemen.

What?

All right, sure, let's get me his computer fired up.

Can you do that? I need to get somebody from IT in. No, I can do it.

Besides, I know what we're looking for.

D .S. Reid.

You're not wasting any time.

She's got more friends in cyberspace than she had in the real world.

Keep an eye out for any mention of an allergy.

Can I have you find out from somewhere?

Yeah, I should go. I'll call you back.

Bye.

Anything interesting?

Nope. Personal call.

Hmm.

That could a lot of fascinating.

Listen, we're trying to get inside Mia's head here.

See if we can find a reason why the lassie was killed.

Do you think you could gossip in your own time?

Since when do we get our own time?

This is really, really awful when you stop to think about it.

In fact, I could sort of do with a shoulder to cry on.

Well, anything else would be a bonus, obviously.

OK, I'll wait on the corner.

God, you have to loiter so much.

Sorry. Sorry, I was going to show you some photos from the vigil.

Well, tomorrow's fine for those, I told you that.

No sauce, mate. Just a couple of biscuits.

Oh, it's a shame you're working late tonight.

Could be out with a handsome professor.

I've known him for years.

Yeah, all that simmering sexual tension slowly building up. Neither of you

thinking you can do anything about it?

Robbie. Only now you're single.

So what's stopping you?

Maybe nothing.

All right.

Thought that might shut you up.

You know why it might work out for you and him?

No, tell me, old great and wise one.

See, if you'd just met him, you'd be thinking, I don't trust him. You'd be

putting up barriers.

Like you do.

But as it is, you've let your guard down just enough to realise you actually

fancy that guy.

How's that for great and wise?

Anything?

Mostly scientific jargon we can't understand.

Mostly. Well, these are a lot more interesting.

Lots of chats online with somebody called Luke.

Meant to be in Seattle.

Meant to be. It's all pretty innocuous. Personal stuff.

But there's lots of it, so I thought I'd trace the ID.

See if I could contact the guy direct.

Hmm. Well, that makes sense.

Yeah. But we can't find him.

He's set up firewalls, false trails.

Thing is, he could just be paranoid of getting hacked into.

Well, it could be he's deliberately hiding who and where he is.

Email him, Stuart.

Tell me you need to chat about Mia Hassan.

So, what are we thinking? A stalker?

I'm thinking it's 16 hours since the murder and all we've got is a bunch of

dodgy emails.

Jackie, tell me you've got something.

Well, it strikes me that it's a bit of a one -sided conversation.

You know, Luke asks all the questions.

What do you think about this? What are your plans?

Could be he's building up information.

I've seen stalkers do that before.

Well, Mia talks about having a specific routine, that she goes certain places,

that she's a creature of habit.

Now, it's fine if Luke's in Seattle, but... If he was here, he'd have known

you'd find her.

All right, let's go.

Where's Luke?

Well, we know Mia's routine too, don't we?

All right, gentlemen, we're going to walk about.

Stuart, take the same route into the university as Mia.

See if you spot anybody suspicious.

This Luke character might travel the same route.

Robbie, you get set up outside the lab. See who heads into Mia's building.

Maybe there's somebody who doesn't feel quite right.

10 .39am, subject kickstart.

There's a great coffee place just around the corner from the uni. Go there every

day. Got to have a caffeine fix to get my brain working first thing in the

morning. They know... Is that place there?

Oh, there's loads of coffee shops there. Yeah, but that one's got David Bailey

working in it.

Yeah, she came in here.

Skinny latte, extra shot.

Never had anything to eat?

Not that I can remember.

Well, she had some food allergies, so she'd have to be careful.

She ever mention anything about that?

I took her order, I gave her change.

It wasn't exactly scintillating conversation.

So you weren't attracted to her then?

Jessica's my girlfriend.

Not interested in anyone else.

Doesn't stop you looking, though, does it?

I never looked at Mia.

Not that way.

How about through a lens?

Ever take a picture?

It's possible.

I photograph people everywhere I go.

I've taken shots in here, at the uni.

Can we see them?

Sorry. I delete pretty much everything.

I'll show you.

If I don't like it, it's gone.

Give me some warning next time and I'll say cheese.

You don't think he'd have spat on you, do you?

No.

Hopefully it's not that bad.

No, but the service stinks.

You go in there?

All the time.

You'll have seen Mia then?

Yeah, most days, actually.

What about yesterday?

I don't know.

24 hours ago and you can't remember?

Well, no, it's not that.

I feel really bad for saying this, but most of the time you wouldn't notice

She's an attractive girl.

It's just really quiet.

Sorry.

Hi. Yeah, it's me.

Listen, um... When you were leaving last night, did you notice anything peculiar

about my car?

Annie Joy?

Nothing, sir. I hate to say this, boss, but kneel in a haystack.

Well, sorry to interrupt your coffee break, Robbie.

You're with me.

Somewhere warm, I hope.

I need to find out more about Mia.

Thank you.

Your wife said it was

okay to come up.

We know how.

Mia was killed, Mr. Hassan.

But we're lost until we know why.

Now, if there's anyone else you can think of that Mia knew or spoke of or

interest that might have put her in contact with... I told you everything I

could.

Yesterday we asked you questions about Mia's personal life.

Yes. But that was in front of Mr. Hassan.

Now, I appreciate that as a father there may be things you don't want your wife

to know about.

I understand.

Mr. Burke.

I'm going to say something now you will find, I think, strange.

I wish... I wish Mia had had more of a personal life.

Boyfriend, whatever.

I wish she had experienced more before.

Before... Excuse me.

I must make the arrangements.

Who is it?

Jessica Flowers Card.

Call me any time. Kiss, kiss, kiss, Jess.

Maybe Mia did have a personal life after all.

The kind she couldn't tell her family about.

Jackie.

This Luke and Mia meet online.

They exchange e -mails daily.

But when we contact him about Mia, he doesn't get back to us.

Maybe he hasn't checked his emails yet. No way. This guy practically lives

online.

So why doesn't he want to know the urgent news about Mia?

Because he knows already.

D .S. Reid.

Yes, sir.

I'll get right on to it.

Right, I'm going over to see Professor Murray.

Business or pleasure?

The boss wants to know his take on Jessica Flowers.

Apparently our Jessica was closer to Mia than she was letting on.

This is definitely the place.

Bar 101.

Hi. Jessica said I could bump into her here any time.

Not that I was going to. Oh, Harley, you're a type of toy, aren't you?

Vega?

Couldn't look more like Paula if there'd be blue flashing lights strapped to her

head.

Yes, she is.

Jessica.

Couldn't keep away, no?

We've got a couple of questions to ask.

About your relationship with Mia.

What relationship?

We found your card in her bedroom.

Quite an affectionate message written in the back.

And you think that means that... You guys have got filthy minds.

This is serious, Jessica.

Yeah, but I'm not.

I give my card out to lots of people.

Even gave it out to you. Doesn't mean I fancy you.

No offence.

Not taken.

Ah, well, jokey or not, you denied knowing me, oh well.

That's true.

I gave my card months ago when I was thinking of doing a story on uni

Double first, prize winners.

But she never called back and the piece got spiked anyway. No biggie.

Do you usually give up so easily?

I was kind of relieved.

I realised that a feature on High Flyers would have to include me.

And that might look a teeny bit egotistical.

Imagine. And what about research?

Did you look into Mia's background?

Any health problems you might have?

Never went that far.

What's going on?

None of your business.

What if I make it my business?

Then you'll be posing for mug shots down at the station.

You fancy that?

Sensible decision.

Robbie.

We'll be in touch.

Missing you already?

Jessica.

Involved with me as in... As in...

No. No, no, no, I really can't see that.

Well, we know that Mia was a very private person.

That's with her religion to take into account. She might have had to keep it a

secret. Yeah, but Jessica would have gone public by now.

My love for a murdered girl.

Too good a story not to run with.

Unless you had good reason.

Is Jessica a suspect?

Well, we can't discount anything, you know that.

God.

I got the impression yesterday you weren't very keen.

on Jessica?

Well, she's a bit full of herself.

Who isn't at that age?

I can't imagine you were.

You always took me as being very watchful.

Watchful?

See, that helps with my job.

I bet it doesn't do a lot for your personal life.

Personal life? Now, what's that?

I rest my case.

Jackie.

We owe it to ourselves to live a little.

I'll make a mental note.

Right.

Make sure you call me if you think of anything about Jessica.

Of course.

Yeah.

Jackie?

Can I be a little bit cheeky?

Stuart, anything new?

The print results from Mia's lab.

About time.

It was complicated.

It's a teaching lab, too. Lots of human traffic.

How many's the lot?

We've got 17 clear sets of prints.

None that match anything on the database.

I don't fancy bringing every student to place in here one by one.

Hang on a minute.

Maybe we don't need to.

Jessica Flowers' card.

Get a print lifter off that shirt.

Yes, sir.

I'm not so sure.

About what?

Well, Mia doesn't strike me as the crime of passion type.

Maybe she's attracted by her intellect, you know.

In the academic world, it sometimes goes on up here that drives the libido. I

mean, look at Jackie and Professor Watts' face.

I don't think it's his intellect that Jackie's interested in. Well, you're

finished, boys.

Maybe Jessica pursued me and got nowhere.

Some people just can't handle rejection.

Thanks for this, Jackie.

My car's in being MLT'd. No problem, Billy.

You got the flat when Michelle... When Michelle ran away.

I did.

Do you want to come in for a coffee?

All above board. We can discuss the case.

You're nothing.

It's still pretty much as I remembered it.

You haven't erased all traces of Michelle, then.

Yeah. I promised myself after the divorce that I wouldn't revert back to

student slob days.

Do you think university life is different now?

I get the impression that Mia was really driven, really dedicated.

Yeah. And probably very lonely.

People who concentrate entirely on their jobs are just waiting for the right

distraction to come along.

I should go.

What about your coffee?

I think I've been distracted long enough.

OK.

Well, now you know where I am. Come around again sometime when you're off

Yeah.

I'd like that.

Bloody thing.

Oh, Michelle.

Michelle?

Yeah, she only phones when...

She's had a bottle of wine or a fight with her boyfriend.

Or both.

Anyway, maybe it's just as well.

Why is that?

Not for a second there. I thought... I thought something was going to happen.

Yeah.

So did I.

Robbie.

Yeah? We've got a positive match in Jessica Flowers.

Right.

Where are you off to?

Bringing Jessica in for questioning.

Yeah, well, Professor Murray reckons the idea of a relationship between me and

Jessica is a bit of a non -starter.

Oh, does he? Could be right.

But what I want to know is why a media student's leaving fingerprints in a

medical lab.

Wrong button, Jackie.

If I'm not right about this, boss, The prince.

I know.

Why plan such an elaborate murder and then make a mess of covering your

Yeah, seems too basic a mistake.

Well, that's all we've got right now. Let's just see what the girl's got to

for herself.

And if she starts fluttering her eyelashes at you again, just ignore her.

Don't worry, I won't rise to it.

And be serious, Robbie.

I don't want any complications if this ends up in court.

Doing it well?

God almighty!

Jessica. Next broken.

Go!

DCI Buck, back up and see if Kleinwald is just bent on his feet. Now!

Anything? A suicide note, maybe.

If someone did push him, it seems strange that there's not more sign of a

struggle. I know it looks like a suicide, Jackie.

But I spoke to that girl a couple of hours ago. There's no way that she was

thinking of taking her own life.

Nothing from the neighbours.

Loud music as usual, apparently.

But nothing from Spisher.

One of them has been public spirited enough to phone the papers and the

Oh, terrific.

Nothing in the back court.

It leads on to a lay -in's film. Easy escape route.

Dear Swede.

Look, Shona, this is not a good time.

Yep, I'll do that.

Sir, that was the Professor Murray.

Seems the news was out about Jessica all over the university.

Think the board are going frantic?

I know how they feel.

Get over there and calm them down. See if anybody can picture Jessica taking

own life.

And get names and addresses for her pals as well.

She was a dope smoker.

She was a student. What do you expect?

You know what?

This is all a wee bit too neat and cut and dry for my taste.

It's like somebody wanted to jump to conclusions.

This phone was in her pocket.

I'm not sure what we can salvage.

All right, take it to the lab.

Maybe they can get into the thin cart.

What about her note, if that's what it is?

Get the keyboard dusted for prints and DNA.

Tell them to concentrate and write off the spell, I'm sorry.

I'll see if Jepica really did type those ones.

You know, when you left, I thought, I can't wait to see her again.

I just can't believe it's under these circumstances.

No, it's not exactly what I had in mind either.

Look, Sean, about earlier, I think... Don't.

Don't say you think it was a mistake.

No, I wasn't going to.

I'm glad we... I'm glad.

Good.

Me too.

But I have to. to concentrate on my job.

Of course.

Of course.

Poor Jessica.

I don't know how you guys cope.

Well, being part of a team, that helps.

I don't think any one of us believes that Jessica actually committed suicide.

You think she was murdered, like Mia?

By the same person?

Well... It's a bit of a coincidence, if not.

Should I be setting up increased security for the other students?

Well, it might help to tell the students to be extra vigilant, you know, to go

round in groups.

Right.

But, Sean, you don't want to panic them.

Don't worry, Jackie.

I can handle this.

Ruth.

You have a controversial allegation to make regarding the death. I don't like

the look of this.

Can you explain?

A student at this university named Jessica Flowers died this evening, and I

believe that she was driven to suicide. I'm sorry, you can't say that.

Well, I believe I can detect the sergeant. No, you're making sensational,

-informed statements that could jeopardise our investigation.

Can you deny that your investigation was at least partly responsible for one of

the most popular and gifted students of this university taking her own life?

Excuse me.

Hi, I'm Professor Sean Murray. I can speak to you in an official capacity if

like. I don't have time to listen to your speeches.

I've got work to do.

Now,

we don't know what the cause of this terrible tragedy is.

I just can't get it out of my mind.

Jessica's head hitting the windscreen.

You were right about the keyboard, sir.

Jessica's prints are all over it.

But they're smudged on the letters used in the note.

Any chance of seeing who by?

They didn't actually touch the keyboard.

The marks are perfectly rounded.

Like they were made with a pen or a pencil.

Well, she didn't type the note.

It's not suicide.

It's somebody covering their tracks.

So are we looking for the same person that killed Mia?

I mean, that was so well thought out.

This is different.

That's because something's not going according to plan.

They're starting to take risks. They'll make mistakes.

You reckon?

Do you think they wanted Jessica to land right on top of us?

We were that close to finding the killer at her flat.

Aye, but we didn't. We're no closer to our motive either.

The only thing we've got is an excuse to get a new car.

Don't think for a minute I'm going to let this lie.

I don't have time to stay in Chartreuse, I'm sorry. Don't keep it like an idiot.

I'm the chair of the student council. It's my job to look after the best

interests.

I hear your colleagues were there when she jumped.

Can you look me in the eye and deny that?

She didn't deserve to be driven to suicide.

No, you're right.

She didn't.

But what makes you so sure it was suicide?

I don't understand.

You know what? We're trying to tidy up this mess. You're not helping us.

There was questions we wanted to ask Jessica.

We weren't going to beat a confession out of her.

Now, if you want to hog the limelight, I can't stop you. But if you want to do

your job... Then you should ask your friends to cooperate with us and let us

ours, all right?

Blood tests indicate habitual drug use, mainly marijuana.

Mainly? Almost exclusively, but I did find evidence of LSD taken shortly

death. I wonder if somebody spiked her.

If she was disorientated with the combined effects of dope and acid, she'd

that much easier to overpower.

Well, that would certainly fit in with my other findings.

And are you going to keep me in suspense, sir? Paint shavings, Chief

From the window frame of her flat found in Jessica's hair.

Now, a suicide climbing through a window wouldn't connect with a window frame

with sufficient force to dislodge paint.

So she was pushed?

Almost certainly.

Robbie, can I show you something that doesn't make sense?

I've been thinking about you, your hands, your mouth, your... Not exactly

you don't understand, Stuart.

There's quite a few emails to different guys.

It's all pretty graphic stuff.

Well, we'll track them down.

Yeah, I know.

But what I'm saying is, there's all this explicit sexual material, but none of

it's going to her boyfriend.

Miles, was she not in touch with him?

Yeah, but it's all matter -of -fact, business -like, about the newspaper.

Yeah, you're right.

It's not exactly hardcore, is it? Jessica was pushed out the window while

was on an acid trip.

She was killed by somebody she let in the flat. Somebody who knew she used

drugs. Somebody who would have spiked her.

I'm thinking Miles, the boyfriend.

Yeah, we were thinking the same sort of thing only. Looks like he wasn't the

boyfriend. Oh, really?

Unrequited love, eh?

He expects me of being involved with Jessica.

So he gets rid of her.

But even though she's out the picture... Jessica still isn't interested.

So even after he's killed for us, she still doesn't want him?

That's why the second murder was so messy. He wasn't planning for it.

Robbie, get back down to that posy bar that we were in earlier.

See if he's still there.

OK. I could do with a drink.

If he's our man, this could be over by midnight.

Miles. Need to talk to you.

You.

Let's put this outside, eh?

It's your fault.

She did it because of you.

Hassling her.

That's not true.

And you need to calm down, son.

Don't tell me to calm down.

My girlfriend is dead.

Is that what she was?

Your girlfriend?

I mean, I know that's what you wanted, but she wasn't into you, was she?

A few other guys, maybe, but no you.

Shut your mouth.

Listen, mate.

Don't make me humiliate you in front of all these nice people.

No one will do this in private.

OK, folks.

Just cracking down on Ben's drinking.

Robbie's brought Miles in.

Anything I can use at the interview?

Not really.

Unless you want to find out if he's the computer expert.

What do you mean?

I found a spying virus on Jessica's laptop.

Someone's got remote access to her emails.

So are you going to read all that spicy stuff she's been sending the other guys?

Yes, sir.

I double -checked and I found the same virus on Mia's laptop.

One person spying on both girls?

Well, we thought that Mia could have been involved with Jessica, so maybe

thought the same too.

There's a lot of mights and maybes.

What?

Let's see if the boy can make things any clearer.

How long had Jessica been involved with Mia?

What? Well, they were a... What's the one I'm looking for here, Robbie?

An item.

Aye. That's not an item.

What are you on about?

Well, we found Jessica's card in Mia's bedroom and her prints in the medical

lab.

Jess went all over the campus putting up posters for the paper.

Doesn't mean she was, you know... You sure?

Yes.

I want to suppose you'd know. I mean, after all, she was your girlfriend,

she? Yeah.

I mean, that's how you described her to me, wasn't I? As your girlfriend?

She is.

Was. So, you were lovers?

What?

A perfectly straightforward question.

I mean, we know that Jessica had an active sex life, so I can take it you

were sleeping together?

Yes. She was, um, pretty adventurous, too.

We found some stuff in her bedroom.

Handcuffs, blindfolds, were, uh... Were you into that sort of thing?

I bet.

It's cool to experiment, you know.

Is that right?

Miles was not in her bedroom. No handcuffs, no blindfolds.

No.

Yeah, I know. No, you don't know, son, because you were never in her bedroom,

were you?

You couldn't have her, so you killed her. No.

Why are you lying to me, Miles? I didn't kill her.

I love her.

All I wanted was for her to love me back.

Stuart's just got an email.

I think you might want to see it.

It's from Luke.

I read about Mia online.

Awful, awful, awful.

She seemed like such a terrific person.

Thank you for trying to contact me, Luke.

Is that it?

Yeah. It's no surname, no contact number.

And the email account's untraceable.

Why bother getting in touch at all?

Because we're scared.

How? He thought it was all over.

He thought we'd accept Jessica as mere killer, then accept her as suicide. Now

he's panicking.

We're still no closer to finding out who or where he is.

Well, we know one thing.

If this has just been sent, then it's not the guy sitting in our interview

Sir?

Technical support have managed to salvage the SIM card from Jessica's

Good. Start chasing up her contact.

The only thing is... I recognise one of those numbers.

The last person she called.

It was Sean Murray.

Murray.

He's a bastard.

So he and Jessica were at it, then?

Not right.

A lecturer and a student.

I'm not interested in your sense of moral outrage, son.

How long had it been going on?

Months.

Is this about me trashing his car?

I'm not sorry.

Miles seems to think the relationship's been going on for a while.

He didn't like it.

He even put a brick through Murray's car window last night.

Did you know about that?

No.

I, um... Sean said that his car was going in for an MOT.

I gave him a lift home.

I was there when Jessica called.

He told me it was his ex -wife.

Did something happen between you two?

Jackie.

Jackie, did the two of you... Yes.

Yes, something happened.

I slept with him, OK?

Interrogation over.

Sir.

I brought Professor Murray in.

He's in interview room one.

Am I suspended from this inquiry, sir?

No.

But I want you to stay well away from Sean Murray.

Stick to the background stuff.

Helps you out.

Are you coming, Jackie?

Just give me a minute, yeah?

This is ridiculous, dragging me in here at three o 'clock in the morning.

You think that could work a can on?

You've got a good friend of mine in the shed, and that stops right now.

Jackie, I care about her too, you know. That's the last time you mention her

name in this room or you'll find out just how dangerous a holding cell can

I won't let you use Jackie to save yourself.

Interview with Sean Murray, 0315.

Present D .I. Ross, D .C .I. Buck.

Look, I don't want to get anybody into trouble.

But if we can get Detective Sergeant Reid in here now, we can clear up this

whole misunderstanding.

There you go.

It's a waste of time.

You know the boss.

He likes to be thorough.

No, the whole thing's a waste of time, Stuart.

He's going to walk no matter what we find out.

You don't know that.

What, romantically linked to the investigating officer?

That's what the defence will say.

And he knows that.

That's probably why he got involved with me in the first place.

I don't even know if he is the killer.

So were they emailing each other?

Yeah.

There's a couple of things, but nothing... intimate.

Yeah, it's all pretty formal, isn't it?

Thank you for making time to see me, Professor.

I very much enjoyed our conversation, Professor.

Why would you see him?

She's not even in his course.

Do you think this is code for an affair?

Yeah.

And if we can work that out, so can anyone else reading these emails.

What, you mean Luke?

Yeah, well, we know he was hacking into Jessica's computer.

I'm going to show these to the both.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Look, Stuart, I won't be in the room or anything.

Jackie, you're just clutching at straws.

Yeah, well, maybe straws are all I've got, Stuart.

Neither. Thanks for getting back to me.

I'm trying to track down an email address.

Were you having an affair with Jessica Flowers?

No.

Not exactly.

Not exactly?

Either you were or you weren't.

We'd slept together.

A few times when I was going through my divorce.

And again last night.

Wouldn't look good if that came out, would it, Professor?

You'd probably lose your job, wouldn't you?

We tried to be discreet.

What if somebody found out, though?

Like Mia Hassan, for instance.

Mia?

What's Mia got to do with it?

You tell us.

Wait a minute.

I've studied enough police frame -ups in my time to know what your game is.

I don't play games, Professor.

Yes?

Is that Jackie?

Jackie?

Jackie, would you come in and have a word with these people, please?

What did I tell you?

You don't go anywhere near the suspect.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to give you these emails.

I think they're quite... All right, you've done it.

So go.

Look, you have to stay away.

He's already mentioned your name on tape every chance he gets.

Understood.

You know the case will be thrown out.

I said I understand.

Don't give me attitude, Sergeant Reid. I didn't get you into this mess.

No, I know that.

I did that myself.

I should never have let my guard down.

No, you shouldn't.

Do you know what?

I am so tired of living like this.

I just wanted to act like a flesh and blood human being for once.

I don't expect you to understand.

I do understand, Jackie.

But you know the thing about flesh and blood human beings?

They make mistakes.

I think you need to get away from the station for a while.

So I'm suspended then?

I didn't say that.

First thing in the morning, go down to that student newspaper office.

Think we can dig up into Ithaca.

And take Stuart with you.

Any evidence you find on your own could be compromised.

Spoke to special branch about email tracking.

Hmm. Not with you, really.

We can send out a virus ourselves.

It'll infect Luke, whoever set up his address.

But that's all.

We won't know any more about the origin.

No.

I'll be happy to speak to you again once my legal representation arrives.

You seem very relaxed, Professor.

Yeah. I just keep remembering that I'm innocent.

You think he is?

I hope so.

Because we can't build a case against him.

Jackie's never going to forgive herself.

I'll not be turning cartwheels myself if I have to watch a double murderer walk

out of here.

Hi. Is that the newspaper office?

Aye, that's us.

I didn't know you worked here, Ruth.

Well, that's my little kingdom over there, but they've asked me to chip in.

The paper's a little short -staffed at the moment, isn't it?

You've even got miles banged up.

We're not commenting on the investigation at this stage.

I hope you're not writing anything inflammatory.

Editorial are handling that. I'm concentrating on Jessica's obituary.

I didn't know you were friends.

I think her friends might be a bit too upset to write something just now, don't

you?

Can I see a copy?

Why?

We're still trying to get to know Jessica.

You're summing up her whole life.

That might prove useful.

It's not finished yet.

So you're calling it suicide, then?

That's what I believe to be the truth.

What you believe?

Do you not think you should wait for all the facts?

Excuse me, folks, I don't know who's in charge here, but if you run with this

story of suicide, you're doing a real disservice to Jessica.

Like I said, it's not finished yet, OK?

With the tragic death of Jessica Flowers, we haven't only lost a charming

vivacious young woman, we've also been denied one of the sharpest minds at the

university. Do you think anyone will say that about me when I go?

I think you're headed for an unmarked pauper's grave.

As Jerry thought.

Jessica's academic achievements were remarkable, and she was known to be

the shortlist for... What is it?

I need to speak to Sean.

I don't think the boss is going to let that happen.

No, I hadn't planned on asking permission.

Jackie, I'm sorry.

I want to ask you some questions.

Have I completely ruined it?

What?

Well, you and I, I thought this was the start of something.

This isn't about us, Sean. This is about two dead girls.

Surely you don't think that I had anything to do with that.

No, but Jessica was killed because of a relationship with you.

I don't understand.

Tell me about the Rayburn Prize.

What? Look, just answer my questions.

Well, surprise for outstanding student of the year. I chair the panel and,

it's a big deal. I mean, the winners go on to great things. And Mia was going to

win this year.

Well, she was certainly the forerunner, yeah.

You were voting for Jessica for, well, obvious reasons.

What?

Maybe.

Look, she was a bright girl, Jackie.

Out. No.

I said out.

Jackie.

I'm sorry.

What the hell do you think you're playing at? He didn't do it.

Great. So you're going to jeopardise the prosecution against whoever did?

What? It can be made to look like you were trying to get your boyfriend off

hook. He's not my boyfriend.

And you think a defence lawyer's going to care about that?

You have to leave this to us.

Fine.

But you need to check the candidates of the Rayburn Prize.

Shouldn't of the year.

Mia Hassan was favourite.

Prize?

Surely that's not enough of a motive.

Robbie, anything's a motive if you want it badly enough.

I can see it was a reason for getting rid of Mia, but what about Jessica?

Yeah, well, that's where the panic set in.

Killing Mia made it a level playing field.

Anyone of a dozen could win it.

But Jessica, well, she had the advantage.

Because she was sleeping with Murray and the killer found out.

So what about the rest? Are we expecting more murders?

No.

No, killing Mia was only part of the plan.

The murderer had to use her death to guarantee they won the prize.

How would they do that?

Maybe by raising their own profile.

OK, let's bring her in for a chat.

No.

Why not?

What harm would it do?

Plenty.

If it looks like we're persecuting her to put my boyfriend in the clear.

You're right.

We're not going to catch her red -handed, are we?

Maybe there is a way.

Is everything set up?

Right, Stuart, are we ready?

Say the word and I'll ruin Luke's day.

Do it.

Okay, go.

It's on its way.

Terrible thing, computer virus, is it?

Well, it happens all the time.

No. Not like this.

You see, this one's unique.

It hasn't been sent to every computer in the world. In fact, we sent it to the

one belonging to a guy called Luke.

Meant to be in Seattle.

Turns out it's a lot closer to home than we thought.

There's obviously some mistake.

No, there's no mistake.

Your laptop was used to spy on Mia, Than and Jessica Flowers just before they

were murdered.

Are you accusing me?

Actually, we're arresting you.

A bit of hacking doesn't make me a murderer.

No.

But it gives us a chance to put you under the microscope.

We'll find fibres from your clothing at Jessica's flat.

We'll find a drug dealer who sold you the acid to spike her drink.

It's over, Ruth.

Two girls your own age.

They'd done nothing except be a bit brighter than you. But killing them

enough, was it?

You had to use their death to make yourself look good, all for the sake of

prize. Not just a prize!

It's the first rung on the ladder.

The start of something.

The life that I want and the life that I'm destined for.

What you're destined for is a life sentence.

Robbie.

Ruth Haynes, I'm arresting you for the murder of Mia Tan and Jessica Flowers.

You're not obliged to say anything. Anything you do say will be noted and

used as evidence.

Do you understand the charge?

Jackie.

Number one.

Yes, sir.

We're going to put Ruth away.

What happened with you and Sean Murray won't have any bearing in the trial.

Good.

I'm glad.

Look, sir, I know I was unprofessional.

Ah, well, like you said, you're just being human.

Yeah, but it won't happen again.

So, a vow of celibacy, is it?

Oh.

Maybe not quite that.

But I'll try and stay clear of murder suspects, that's for sure.

I think that's for the best.

All things considered.

All right.

Get yourself home.

Thank you, sir.

Jackie.

The guy is innocent.

Pop?

Can I just say something?

What for?

Well, I know that's Robbie's beat for you having a crap time and I just wanted

to cheer you up. Aye, well.

No, and I know you covered my back in there.

You'd do the same for me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I would.

Okay, then.

So, we going to the pub or what?

Robbie, I haven't slept in about 30 hours.

Was it that good?

You'll need a drink. Come on.

Jackie.

Robbie.

I'll sort you.

I thought you'd been released ages ago.

I was. I was waiting for you.

You'll catch your death.

Listen, Jackie, I need to explain.

I don't think there's anything to say.

The thing with Jessica, it was a fling.

I really thought that you and I had a future together.

Yes, Sean, maybe we did.

Until you lied to me.

Until you covered your back when two girls were dead.

I'm sorry.

Let me prove it to you.

No. If I'm going to have a personal life, it needs to be about trust.

Proof doesn't come into it.

Jackie. Professor Murray, you're free to go.