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Dad?

It's four minutes past six.

We hear a lot about teenagers being
strict.

Norb's game.

Invented in the London prison.

Yeah, only a Norb could know that.

Score?

I was a county.

You're a rotten liar.

8 -1.

Thank you. Serve.

Beatrice Donnelly!

I'm her father.

Beatrice.

Oh, my sweet girl.

We've been out of our mind.

It's just a precaution. It shouldn't
take long. Then what?

You might be more comfortable in the
waiting room. It's just down the

Yeah, I know. Do not resuscitate.

I was going to say, two sugar.

We're decent people in here.

We're decent people.

So your daughter didn't come home last
night?

She was at a party with her friends in
Wobblecote.

Please, he's just upset.

She's still in school.

She's doing her A -levels next summer.

Oh, yeah.

She stood in the kitchen. She said to
me... Let's not jump to any conclusions

till we got all the facts.

She might just have wandered off.

Did they do that?

Yeah, it wouldn't be the first time.

We're all in such a hurry.

We try and be a good father, end up like
some traffic cop flagging her down

every ten seconds.

I'd take away her license if I could.

Shall we go somewhere a bit quieter?
Tell me. If we could just move into my

office. Just tell me.

I'm afraid we found a sedative called
juponix in her bloodstream, plus some

evidence of sexual activity.

Oh, God.

I had money for a taxi, but then I got
this text.

If I had my phone... What did it say?

From Dad.

I'm coming to get you. Meet me out
front, ten o 'clock.

So I went outside and waited.

And there was this open bottle of
champagne by the gate, and there was a

it.

For B, love, Dad.

I guess I took a couple of swigs.

I mean, I don't even like champagne.

And then I... You worked out?

By the river.

I was calling your name.

I never texted you.

How could I? You tried teaching me
yourself. You know I'm no good with that

stuff.

Now ex -boyfriend's calling around.

Gosh, he said.

Still plenty of forensic.

DNA on the picnic rug. And fibres from
his clothing.

Plus the sedative.

I'll lean on the surgery.

You pruneck. I know that one.

Have you done it as a pill popper?

Quack recommended it after... After I
lost Val.

What'd they say?

Some sort of muscular spasm in me back,
apparently.

And the inflammatory.

Oh, and I've got to buy an orthopedic
mattress.

I'll put you onto a good website.

Only for our delivery.

All perfectly painless.

It's only me.

Catch the light.

I take it you've heard.

We've been granted city status.

The world's first.

Green City.

We'd better start building then.

Well done, everybody. Let's get to work,
really.

Sir?

Yeah?

A list of people prescribed Duprex in
the Oxford area.

Oswald Cooper.

You got a record?

No. But guess where he worked?

Beatrice is a sixth former.

Year 13, sir.

And Cooper is one of the support staff.

Whatever that means.

We could pass our lives at Oxford
without having or wanting any other

That of the place is enough.

We are admitted into a temple of fame.

We feel that we are in a sanctuary on
holy ground.

Also, the beer is cheap and the food is
half decent.

I can see a few sceptical faces out
there.

The truth is I'm not actually here to
defend the catering.

My message on behalf of the university
is simply this. Don't write us off.

Don't dismiss us, because despite rumors
to the contrary, we have heard of the

21st century.

And trust me, there are dons out there
who spend more time on YouTube than they

do in the Bodleian.

So come along, have a chat, and see for
yourself.

Thank you.

I'm a lousy sleeper, so Dupernex, you
know, is a kind of last resort.

And would you like some water? Not for
me.

You're not going to charge me with
criminal insomnia, though, are you,

We're talking to everyone who's
prescribed the medication.

Oh, well, I don't envy that task. I
mean, there must be hundreds in Oxford

alone. Not whittling to the schools.

We're investigating an assault on one of
the pupils.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

Would you mind telling me what your work
is here, sir?

Technical support.

Meaning? Well, I'm a kind of resident
nerd, really.

Anything from IT support to sonic lumia
in the sports hall.

And can you account for your movements
last night?

I had a super party back at the flat.
All male.

Hence the headache.

Drink. Flat cola, so one of my students
recommends it, which is not quite my

style, I'm afraid.

Your guests can verify that. Oh, yes.

And you'll be wanting names.

Please. Well, it's Lord Adebayo of
Crosbury.

Danny Adebayo.

Well, that's him.

He's an old student cohort.

Ditto Gavin Matthews, you know, from the
radio.

And... Oh, there he is. He's here.

He's our visiting speaker.

Ashton!

Sir Ashton.

Would you come in a moment?

You'll vouch for me for last night, eh?

Hello, Simon Ashton.

Sergeant Hathaway.

Inspector Lewis. Sir.

Why, what happened last night?

We're investigating an assault on one of
the pupils.

Nothing serious, I hope? I gather you
spent the evening with Mr Cooper?

We had dinner.

Yes, sir. A game, actually.

Very seasonal.

Until what time was that?

Ah, I suppose till around about ten.

I had to be up early to prepare for
today.

If that's all, thank you for your help.

Yes, thank you, Simon.

I heard there'd been some kind of
trouble with one of the girls.

I'll put it down to the staff room
gossip.

Well, I suppose this kind of drops me.

Right in it, isn't it? I mean, if I knew
the girl, plus the sedatives.

Do you have a phone number, sir, in case
we need to contact you again?

Oh, of course.

Very nice.

Inspector Lewis, you said.

That's right.

My condolences.

Your wife.

Don't go anywhere, will you, Mr. Cooper?

I don't think he meant any offence.

He probably just remembered it from the
paper, thought he was being clever.

Well, he wasn't. Not from where I'm
standing. He's been dead five years.

I think for all this time, people would
just leave it alone.

My life! My life! Not some blooming pub
quiz.

Better class of alibi, sir?

I've heard of him, Ashton.

Former British ambassador to Jordan.
Came back last summer to spearhead the

university's campaign to woo state
school students.

Just me or a former British ambassador's
getting younger?

Just you, sir.

Then I'll strike you as odd that the
resident nerds throw supper parties for

diplomats and lords and the like?

Maybe.

Who do you...

cloned the girl's father's mobile phone?

Well, technically, it's like Cooper, no
sweat, but he still would have needed

the number.

Well, the school would have a list,
surely.

Yeah, but cloned phone or not, if Ashton
says Cooper was with him at 10, then he

can't be in two places at the same time,
can he?

Still, get that checked out, will you?

What is it?

Cooper. See if you can get the DNA match
with a picnic rug.

Uncle.

Oh, sorry, Susan.

Did you get a chance to look at my
formatting for that bloody PTA meeting?

Yeah, I'm sorry. I've had a bit of a
week.

Well, how about later on?

There's a coffee in it. I'm sorry. I've
got to go. I've got a kind of splitting

headache. Sorry.

Okay.

Wish you better.

Susan.

Who won?

That's abandoned.

D .I. Laxton's case at the Crown Court
has just gone guilty, so I'm going to

her on the rape case.

Can you make sure she gets all the
paperwork in the morning?

Yeah, ma 'am.

Give us a couple more days. We are
actually getting someone.

The girl's father is... Bit of a loose
cannon, I heard.

At his wit's end is what I was going to
say, ma 'am.

It's policing, Hathaway.

It's not pick and mix. You don't get to
choose.

Laxton's far more experienced with this
kind of assault.

How would you like it if she came and
nabbed one of your precious murders?

Hello?

Not great.

No sign of a bacon.

Okay.

Yeah.

Right, we've got our murder.

Time of death?

At a push, 8 to 12 hours ago.

That's mid to late evening, something
under 4 .10.

Oh, give it a chance, why don't you?

See these?

Contusions around the throat?

Strangled. Carotid, for the guest.

So where's all this blood come from?

I've no nice way of saying this.

Your Mr. Cooper, it appears, has been
castrated.

Mr. Donnelly?

I can appreciate it. We're probably the
last people you want to see this

morning. But if I could just ask you
whether you or your daughter have ever

across a Mr. Oswald Cooper, possibly
through this door.

Sir?

So you found him, then?

What was left of him.

Found who, Mr. Tully?

Sure.

You asked me to call Don Lee last night,
do you remember, to tell him we were

handing over the case?

No.

One more push, you know, before I let it
go.

You sounded him out about Cooper?

What did he say?

You don't know.

Come on, I'm not doing this on my own.

Kieran?

What's happening?

Kieran Donnelly, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of the murder of Oswald

You do not have to say anything, but it
may harm your defence if you do not

mention when questioned something you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in
evidence.

Kieran?

It was Oswald Cooper.

Didn't I tell you?

What?

What's going on, Mum?

Let's save all this for the interview.

You can leave your shoes and clothes, Mr
Donnelly.

Cooper ran this after -school club.

Computers and the rest.

And you attended?

Yeah, on and off.

But he threw me out a month ago.

He said there were too many people.

Uh, last one in.

First one out.

Mrs. Donnelly, is there something you're
not telling me?

Kieran said he saw Cooper once or twice.

Where was it?

Outside the house, just cruising past in
his car.

Once on Christmas Day and...

Again a few weeks ago.

Okay.

It was a perfectly fair question.

Establish a link between victim and
suspect. I'd have done the same myself.

If not on the phone, you wouldn't, and
not to the victim's father.

Excuse me, sir.

If I've caused the man's death... Number
one, Donnelly hasn't confessed.

Yeah, but he's ready to. You just won't
let him. Right now, the man's head is

rattling off its hinges.

I'll talk to him when I'm good and
ready.

Anyway, look at the door.

You said it yourself.

There's no damage to the lock. There's
no sign of a break -in. No...

Complaints of any disturbances from the
neighbour.

Meaning? Either the killer had his own
key or Cooper let him in himself.

So, chances are Cooper knew his own
assailant.

Number two.

Number two, it's time you grew a thicker
skin.

We've got a sexual assault to
investigate.

What about D .I. Laxton?

I had a word.

The cases are obviously connected.

Even innocent couldn't argue with that.

By the way, how are we getting on with
that plastic cup?

I'll give the lab a prod.

Yeah, cattle prod.

Come on. I want to hear more about this.
It's not a party.

Sorry. Caught me napping.

Afraid it may be a wasted trip.

If I'm in the law and turn healthy,
babe.

Here, let me. No, it's fine.

We were hoping to talk to your husband
about a friend of

his. Oswald Cooper.

Oswald, yeah.

Forgive me.

Seems like a strange choice of friend
for your husband.

That's the trouble with old friends,
isn't it?

Never quite sure how they're going to
turn out.

And Oswald, he's always been persistent.

No. No, that's grossly unfair.

He's been a great help.

He's forever upgraded my computer for
me.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

They met with you?

Yeah. Yeah, well...

We were undergrads. Oswald was on some
kind of vocation course in town.

Simon had digs in Jericho.

Number 54 Randall Street.

And Oswald rented a room just across the
street from him.

I don't think they had much to do with
each other.

And then one day, some girl, she was
over on one of those summer English

they run.

Anyway, she tried to drown herself.

Where was it?

Over by Binsey.

And Oswald leapt in and fished her out.

Well, I think they were rather touched
by his heroism.

Simon said that Oswald was broken
-hearted when the girl left at the end

summer.

He's sort of kept an eye on Oswald ever
since.

It's nice of him.

That's why I married him.

I just wish Oswald wouldn't carry on
with his wretched dinner. What? Wretched

dinner? I didn't hear you come in.

Are we back on to Oswald Cooper?

You mentioned you spent an evening with
him a couple of days ago.

That's right.

And you left at ten.

Or thereabouts.

Why, is there a problem?

I'm afraid Mr Cooper was murdered last
night.

Oh, no.

Oswald?

Christ. Can you confirm your whereabouts
last night, sir?

I'm sorry to have to ask.

No.

No, of course, doing our job.

Oh, last night.

Well, you were with me, don't you
remember?

Sorry. We watched one of my comedies.
You fell asleep.

As I know, grounds for divorce.

What film was that?

You've got mail.

I expect the DVD's still in the machine.

Parkinson's. Thank you for not asking.

Oh, I'm sorry.

She had to drive.

I thought, well, I hoped.

Come back to Oxford, back to where we
began. Maybe she might.

I don't know. Come home again.

Hey, Hope.

So, quite a sacrifice, though, your
career, no?

Oh, I landed on my feet.

Just wish I could say the same for my
wife.

Check out Ashton's alibi, will you? Let
one of the neighbours saw him go out.

Will do.

Who's next?

Gavin Gargoyle Matthews, military
historian and all -purpose media slut.

Gargoyle?

Yeah, yeah, I know that. Look, do I need
to remind you? It's my taxes that are

propping up people like you.

Your taxes?

Don't make me laugh.

Your lot don't even pay taxes.

You just get accountants to weedle you
out and pay your taxes. Yeah, yeah, I

know.

Look, will you... If you had half a
brain, you'd be dangerous, my friend. I

outraged that you have an opinion on
this subject. In fact, you know what? I

think there's a really... Is that what
they call a radio face?

I've seen him before.

Yeah, of course, close to a few years
back. Got down for curb crawling.

It's been a very dark curb.

Just so that pond life like you can
murder each other on a Saturday

instead of beating the crap out of your
wives and children.

Yeah, well, look, why don't you just...
I think we'll take some trouble there,

Gavin. Thanks a lot, Chris.

Well, we've got the usual tailbacks on
the Botley Road backing right up for at

least a mile.

Unfortunately, some traffic lights are
out at the end.

Is this about the website?

Website?

Killgargoylematty .com. They've been
baying for my blood these past four

I prepared a list of possible suspects.
It's rather long, I'm afraid.

This really isn't about the website.

I gather you had dinner recently with a
Mr. Oswald Cooper.

Uh, night before last.

Anything wrong with that?

Do you see him often, sir?

From time to time, it's interesting to
visit the old street.

Your old student digs, sir? That's
right.

Cooper still lives across the road.

Good dinner, wasn't it, sir? I don't
know. I don't notice food here.

Round about what time did you leave?

Oh, nine, ten, eleven.

Anything more specific than that? Half
ten, how's that?

And you went straight home?

Yeah.

This is a murder inquiry.

What? Cooper?

Can you tell us where you were last
night?

Well, I was up late correcting proofs
for the latest tone.

Did anyone corroborate that?

Well, I shouldn't have thought so.

Look, happy as I am to cooperate with
Her Majesty's Wooden Tops at all times,

I've got a thousand words to file by
four.

Siege of Leningrad is a metaphor for Big
Brother. Oh, plus the fragrant jasmine

has got me on hold.

for her art due this evening.

Your wife, sir. That's right.

But call me after that, any time, day or
night.

Wouldn't.

Beatrice? I'm just going out.

You okay?

I won't be long.

Carina?

Here you go, sir.

Cheers, sir.

Oswald Cooper, Dad.

You work all the hours God sends, you
end up losing all perspective.

I believe you attended a supper party of
his this Monday evening?

Yes. Monday. I, um, I left about ten. I
had to be up at 5am the next morning.

I'm impressed you found the time to.

I mean, with all this, I know I.

I've read about this in the paper.

Death. A lifetime in the making.

Ten thousand acres of brownfield site.

That filthy eyesore of a gas plant, we
strip it down, transform it into the new

Blenheim. A carbon neutral, self
-sustaining town.

Well, sit in. as of yesterday.

The, uh, letter patent. Jeff came
through.

Congratulations, sir.

Quite a project.

They say it takes a hundred years to
build a city.

I made a rather rash promise to do it in
twelve. Not that I can take all the

credit.

I'm sorry. I'm going on.

Cooper. The dinner?

Yes. As I said, I dropped in. He was
most sensitive.

You were close, Frank, you said?

I suppose.

But if he was murdered last night, what
do you want to know about Monday for?

We're looking at Mr. Cooper in
connection with a separate inquiry.

Teenage girl was sexually assaulted over
on Port Meadow.

Yes, I heard about that.

The girl's father works at my Kidlington
site.

Kieran Donnelly works for you?

That's right. Not that I've ever met
him. Do you honestly think that Cooper

involved?

Obviously not, if you were with him
until ten.

And last night, sir?

I beg your pardon?

How did you spend your evening?

Oh, working, obviously.

You can ask Phoebe, my assistant.

If that is all.

Best of luck with it, sir. You're silly.

Thank you.

Can you please keep the noise down?

You know, it doesn't stack up, does it?

Cooper, the obsessive daughter, preying
on his pretty student.

There's no history of it.

There's no camera, no computer for dodgy
photos. I mean, look at this place.

We do know he spied on her house.

Well, or drove by a couple of times.

Kicked her out of the IT club.

If you were nuts about someone, wouldn't
you do everything in your power to keep

them close to you?

Three highly respected men, looking in
the eye and swear blind they had dinner

with him.

What do you call that?

Game, was it, sir?

It's pigeon, isn't it?

You don't think this dinner party
happened, do you, sir?

Otherwise, there's no way that Cooper
could have raced up to Wolvercote in

to abduct Beatrice.

The medical report says she was drunk
before ten.

And then, when we met him, he
practically fell over himself to make

noticed him.

Well, maybe he's an attention seeker.
It's not uncommon.

Oh, he was trying to tell me something.

And no, this is not just about my wife.

Why was Cooper living here anyway?

Student area, wrong end of town for his
work.

There it is.

Number 54.

He was stuck here, dreaming of past
glory.

while his old pals got on with their
perfect lives.

They'd have scraped him off their shoe,
wouldn't they? Don't group me like that.

Well, perhaps they were more loyal than
you give them credit for.

You know, one of my first cases in
Oxford, this old Don turned to me and he

said, forgive me, are you a member of
this city?

What did you say?

No, I just live here.

But he was making a point.

This city is members only.

Cooper was on the outside looking in.

You sound like you're the same.

Probably am.

Look at this.

Over to your library book. What about
it? The Eunuch of the Hareem.

J .C. Grigson was drawn four weeks ago.

Hobson said that Cooper was castrated
moments after he was strangled, didn't

she?

Coincidence? There's got to be a reason
for it, butchering a man like that.

Payback for the assault on Beatrice?

I have to assume that Cooper was
responsible.

Or someone thought Cooper was
responsible.

Can we keep it out of the press, that
castration?

Yeah.

And we should widen the search on the
rape case.

How are we getting on with other
students?

Taking witness statements from everyone
who was at the party.

How about school?

Getting around some students and
teachers as well. Oh, apparently one of

was a good mate of Cooper's, Susan
Welton.

Lab technician?

I'm so sorry.

Silly of me.

You've known Mr Cooper a long time.

Best part of 20 years.

Square pegs, the pair of us.

Did he ever mention one of the pupils,
Beatrice Donnelly?

No.

No, and I can't believe you'd even
suggest such a thing.

You knew him well.

He rubbed along.

Did a few evening classes of photography
and that.

Were you two... What, lovers?

Nothing so athletic.

I blame this coat.

He always said I looked like I was about
to section him.

Moved in quite grand circles, didn't he?

Ashton, Matthews, Adebayo.

And the rest.

Oh, there were others?

Oh, yeah.

But not that he mentioned names. He was
a great one for discretion.

I don't suppose he ever mentioned
Valerie Louis?

Who?

No, it doesn't matter.

Forget I said that.

When I last saw him yesterday afternoon,
he came up and he shook my

hand. And I laughed. It seemed such a
funny thing to do.

But looking back, it was almost as if he
was... Saying goodbye.

He said something about getting what he
deserved.

What did he mean?

What did he do to deserve this?

She's gone.

It's happening again.

Ciaran. I need to speak to Ciaran.

She's done everything that can be done.
We'll find her.

How long did you leave her?

I told you, two hours.

I went shopping.

Lewis.

Oh. OK, false alarm.

They found her.

I told you.

Drive me, Donnelly, over to Binsey, will
you?

Yeah.

Can you just wait here with the WPC?

You're not supposed to be in here. The
WPC should have told you. We can't have

you tampering with the... It was a crime
scene.

How do they know?

How do they know this is where it
happened?

They found traces of this spider,
nesticus or something like that, on the

blanket that you were wearing.

Spider? Very rare, apparently. This is
one of its hunting grounds.

But how can they be 100 % certain?

They're not. I'm told it's an educated
guess. Where have we gone now?

Your mother's right, you know. You'll
catch your death.

I just thought if I came here, it might
come back.

Has it?

I keep imagining stuff, but that's not
the same, is it?

No, it's not.

You're close here, Mr Cooper.

Some people thought it was a joke.

He was all right, though, weirdly
enough.

Always happy to help.

Listen to me going on about him like
he's this funny little man.

And there's Mum telling me he did this
thing.

Your mum all right?

I don't know.

Hello, mate.

Been a while.

Here and done, Your Honor.

You must have smuggled all those pills
into the custody suite. Come on.

I want you to know there will be a
proper investigation.

He did what he thought he had to do.

What do you mean?

Who am I to judge him?

Who am I to judge anyone?

She's a bit quick to forgive him, don't
you think?

I mean, we Catholics get fairly medieval
when it comes to self -slaughter.

How far in damnation?

And plus when we went to...

pick up Beatrice in the rape site today.

You would have thought she would have
wanted to be there for her daughter, but

you just don't know.

Or maybe it's just more than she can
cope with.

Anyway, listen.

While you were over there, I heard back
from the lab.

Yeah? The blood sample on Donnelly's
shoes. It's a match with Cooper's.

Right.

Hey.

Carrying a sports injury?

No, it's just trying to see.

Well, can't they have the blood match
put them at the scene of the crime?

Not convicting a murder.

Pretty good start.

According to the school lab assistant,
Cooper was behaving like a condemned man

once he lost sight.

I still think Cooper might have raped
Beatrice.

Or else he's coming for somebody else
who did.

Want to ask Push?

Yes or no?

So, for one week only, let's embrace our
work nightmares and expose ourselves to

the mockery of our peers. Because who
knows, we might just be surprised.

Cheers.

Gargoyle's wife.

What's his secret?

A thousand years of land and lucre.

That's one of hers.

Blimey.

Must be more to him than just a bank
account. Would you like a drink, sir?

I'll have whatever he's drinking.

One's rattled there, Kate.

Well, I don't think we did, sir.

We're certainly going now.

Oh, hello. She's scrubbed up.

Scrubbed a bit too hard, by the look of
it.

This is some kind of great big bloody
joke to use. Come on, Danny. United we

stand. Oh, spoken like a diplomat.

He, uh, he wrote to me, you know.

He showed me how you do it.

I know.

Now, gentlemen, would you come with me?
I have a few more questions for you all.

Concerning what?

The murder of Oswald Cooper.

Oh, this is priceless.

Excuse us, we're a little occupied right
now.

I'm sure you'd rather come voluntary.

Fine, fine.

Point taken. Let's just get this over
with.

Charles? Simon.

Can you get a hold of Sebastian?

Can I help?

Sergeant Hathaway, Oxfordshire, please.

What have you done with my husband?

Oh, we just had to ask him a couple of
questions about Oswald.

Cooper, his friend. I'm sure he told
you.

Oh.

Thank you all for waiting.

You're loving this, aren't you?

Loving what, exactly?

High -profile harassment. It's the Holy
Grail for you people.

Would you like to sit down?

If you could just put your tie out,
please.

What?

If you wouldn't mind.

We'll do no such thing.

Look, I can do this the hard way if you
prefer.

I can formally charge you three if you
take you down to the custody suite.

Fine. Fine.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you all.

Much obliged.

Now, if you like, I can arrange for a
driver to drop you back to the party.

Hang on.

What's all this about?

I just wanted to confirm whether or not
you were being honest with me.

About what?

Mr Cooper's supper party.

You all claim you had dinner with him on
Monday night. I don't believe you.

So we'll drop you down to Forensics, see
if we can get a match.

A match for what?

While you say you were enjoying your
game at Mr Cooper's, the school girl,

Beatrice Donnelly was drugged, abducted
and raped.

Lord Adebayo knows about it. The girl's
father's employed by him, isn't he?

You don't believe we could possibly have
any... You, sir, claim you went

straight home from Cooper's.

There's a photograph posted on your
website which puts you in your car on

edge of a field somewhere.

A few hours after, the girl was
abducted.

I don't know anything about any photo.

But if you could explain to me what you
were doing out there.

It's not your province, policeman.

Look, run your test. I can assure you we
were all at the dinner.

All three of us.

Meanwhile, I for one have had my fill of
this. You mentioned a car back to the

party.

Sir.

I'm mum.

Just back through from forensics. DNA
results on Cooper's cap.

What?

He's your man.

I've just had confirmation that Oswald
Cooper raped Beatrice Donnelly.

You people.

You seem to think that if you just...
Keep on lying, and I'll eventually roll

over. But I won't.

We all trooped round to Randolph Street,
as requested.

Door was unlocked, food was on the
table, but our host never appeared.

We stayed for a couple of hours, and
then we went home.

We were doing him a favour. We don't
know anything about an assault.

You're a busy man.

Why go to this trouble?

He was an old friend.

Oswald Kubo was no friend of yours.

Wasn't anything much.

A eunuch?

What?

Metaphorically speaking.

The eunuch of the harem?

Does that mean anything to you?

Leave it.

Excuse me?

I'm simply advising you for your own
sake.

Oswald Cooper had powerful friends.

I'll cope with worse than you, Mr
Ashton.

This ends now.

Charles, about time.

The back door was open.

My husband will be here any minute.

Don't do that.

What do you want?

Oswald, keep this from me.

They've been lying to me from the start.
It was high time we questioned them

properly.

It was more like an abduction from what
I gather. My God, have you got any idea

how this looks?

Chippy copper antics have no place in a
city like this.

Ma 'am? And in case it slipped your
mind, you've got the next best thing to

assign confession tucked away in that
hospital tonight.

God only knows what possessed you to
enter into some misbegotten pissing

with men of that standing.

What's so special about Oxford?

What? The chippy copper antics.

Why is it so much more inappropriate in
this city than anywhere else?

I urge you not to go near any of them
again without verifiable evidence.

Good night.

I'm going to be charged for giving false
testimony.

I'll give the lawyers another excuse for
a tick about.

No.

What I want to know is why.

Why do Cooper a favor?

You might find this to exist from the
fragrant Jeffery. What is it?

Do you remember?

Herb calling. Thanks, sir.

He got off, he said.

Thanks for an 11th hour alibi.

From Oswald Cooper.

So the dinner party was what?

A return favour?

And then why rope in the other two?

What else did you say?

Apparently Gargoyle and Cooper were good
chums.

They used to meet up for a boys' night
every couple of weeks, but she says she

better knew.

Is it odd?

What?

I was glad to see you take care of
yourself.

Left it on the table.

Yeah.

There you go.

A eunuch.

He's the keeper of the bed.

Maybe he'd know what to do with this.

Well, I'll give you a hand getting rid
of it, if you like.

What, this time of night?

Yeah, there's a skip down your road.

What? Oh, come on. There can't be road
not through.

I can't believe it.

We're police officers, man.

Any chance of a hand? Come on.

One, two, three.

Out of here.

Oi! What do you think you're doing?

Shit.

I can't believe I let you talk me into
that.

Call it a while, sir.

How long we've kept that mattress?

Chuck the stuff out, catch yourself
thinking, got it?

It's like the last bit of my marriage,
gone.

No more taps on the shoulder.

Stuff the stuff will keep.

Drink this. It'll do you good.

What's this?

I did it the minute he left.

Clever girl.

Did he say anything?

Said he wanted money.

Said he'd be in touch.

Bring a checkbook.

Takes a check, does he? How delightfully
old -fashioned.

He said he knew about you and Oswald
Cooper.

What's going on?

What have you done?

I... I'm flattered you noticed.

This car was here 17 times, according to
the website.

But Matthews wasn't the rapist. So why
is he so bothered by it?

A man who craves notoriety.

How do you post these online?

I think you know what I think.

Well, Cooper, a bit awkward when
moribund.

Yeah, but if his lab technician friend
was right, if he knew death was coming,

then it'd be easy for Cooper the IT nerd
to set those photos to be posted.

The day after he was murdered.

What did you make of that book?

The eunuch of the harem. Well, maybe
it's his bedtime reading.

It's not exactly Harry Potter, though,
is it?

Oh, it meant something to him.

As well as to the person who castrated
him.

Why the eunuch?

Well, the eunuch's the king's closest
advisor, the only one who could be

with the women while he was away
fighting wars.

Not what Cooper was doing, make himself
useful, keeping an eye on the women.

Well, the only thing Adebayo is married
to is his work.

Come on.

It's time we broke the news of Beatrice.

How did you get my number?

Oswald Cooper said I should speak to
your wife.

Don't you dare go anywhere near my wife.

Let's keep in touch.

We perished each alone.

I lie beneath a rougher sea and a wound
in deeper gulfs than he.

Mrs. Donnelly.

That girl that tried to drown herself.

One that came and fished out the river.

Mrs. Donnelly.

What if Belinda Ashton got it wrong?

What if that girl never went home? What
if she stayed here in Oxford?

You were right.

That's why Magda was so quick to forgive
her husband's suicide attempt.

Because she tried it once herself.

You came over as a summer student, is
that right? To learn English?

Please don't do this.

You heard him.

An accident.

In the tents.

Oswald Cooper rescued you.

He saved my life.

Where exactly was that?

Mrs Donnelly.

You know where.

The same spot where he would later
assault your daughter.

Why would Cooper do that?

Did he want to hurt you?

Punish you in some way?

Punish me? What for?

He was in love with you, wasn't he,
Cooper?

And because he couldn't have you, you
went off to the next best thing.

Your daughter, is that it? No.

No, who told you that?

He was meant to be my friend.

He knew how to keep a secret.

He didn't tell your husband about the
drowning?

Mrs. Donnelly, can you account for your
whereabouts the night Mr. Cooper was

killed?

I was at home.

At home, trying to take care of my
child.

Morning. Oh, these days we really must
meet in more pleasing circumstances.

I don't know. You're looking very perky.

So what do we think?

Asphyxiation? It looks like it.

First blood vessels here in the
eyeballs.

Garrotted, like Cooper.

Same weapon, too, judging from the shape
of these marks.

So, yes, it's a fair assumption it was
the same killer. Only this one put up a

fight. Do we have a name?

They've found something in the reeds.

John, you got that wallet?

Yeah.

Here. Thanks.

Try that.

Mr. F.

Spiretti?

Quite a bit of water damage, I'm afraid.

I know this writing.

What?

Cooper.

So he wrote to Spiretti the day he died.

How do you know this?

We'll always be there for each other,
will we?

When it counts.

Yes, of course.

I need to get that.

Danny's been in the office all day.

Ask anyone.

It's true. I have a mountain of
paperwork, actually, that I really need

back to. I know the feeling.

This Frank Ferretti has been hounding
you now for a good few years.

Various restraining orders. Danny spent
three months in Belmarsh for vandalizing

your offices.

Broke a few windows. That's right.

Any more recent activity?

Yeah.

And what was his agenda?

His agenda?

Why did he want to attack you?

Look, Danny's always been a target for
this sort of vitriol.

I mean, why do we have to go raking over
all this unpleasantness and... Phoebe,

no use burying things.

Frank Sparetti hated me for his own
reasons. Some could say he was a one

In the early 90s, when I was very young,
I met his father.

Small time, not much English, but owned
a few restaurants out in the southwest.

I persuaded him to invest in a project
to build a marina up the coast from

Southampton. The project wasn't sound.

His father invested 150k, lost heavily,
and was declared bankrupt.

And he died by his own hand a few weeks
later.

You were named in the coroner's report.

I tried to turn a blind eye to Frank's
abuse for obvious reasons.

Actually, it was pitiful more than
anything else.

He received a letter from Mr. Cooper
recently. Did you know that?

About what?

You tell me.

As you say, pointless trying to bury
things.

No idea, I'm afraid.

Thank you.

Is that it?

For now, sir.

It's your lordship.

I beg your pardon? You may address him
as your lordship.

Oh.

You don't think much of him, Adebayo?
No, on the contrary, he casts quite a

spell. Imagine her queuing up in the
office to stop a bullet for his

Or in this case, fire one.

Miss Moneypenny, the lovesick assistant?

I can't see you having the strength, can
you?

Well, that'd be your sentimental streak,
sir.

I've noticed, Hathaway, you always call
me sir when you say something mean.

Public school.

Yep.

Cheers.

Kieran Donnelly is back for the living.

Frank Beretti.

Who? He was murdered while you were
sleeping.

Our pathologist reckons it's the same
killer.

It rules you out, whether you like it or
not.

I think you owe me an explanation, Mr.
Donnelly, don't you?

I just wanted to know.

How could anyone do that to another
man's daughter?

You know, when she was small, she used
to walk in her sleep.

One night, I heard the front door shut
and I looked out.

There she was, standing in the middle of
the road.

And I ran out.

Scooped her up in my arms.

Just as this car was backing out of the
drive, I woke up.

Big shining eyes.

What on earth are we doing here, Daddy?

Beatrice, I said.

There's nothing in this world I won't
keep you safe from.

And then I thought.

all I am.

That promise.

It's what a father does.

Protect his own.

So you went round to Cooper's?

I just wanted her to think I kept my
promise.

But when I got to his house, the door
was wide open.

It was like

Some animal had been at him.

Cooper's already dead.

Cooper Sparetti. What's the link?

Both men were strangled, I thought.

Not yet confirmed.

And the letter Cooper wrote to Sparetti
the day he died?

Saying what?

Too much water damage, to be sure.

How do we know it's from him?

Because he wrote to me, too.

What does Hathaway say?

Hathaway doesn't know.

It's probably just a wind -up, which he
just happened to stick in the post a

couple of hours before he was murdered.

What do they call that? Gallo with
humour?

Perhaps he wanted you to take notice.

He had my full attention the minute his
heart stopped beating. He didn't have to

throw in a treasure hunt. Treasure hunt
or not, it's also evidence.

Meaning? It requires a clinical eye.

Robbie, I'm just saying, don't let him
get under your skin.

For your own sake.

All right, that particular horse is
bolted.

Never stop

looking.

Hello? Hi, can you put me through to
Abdul Rathamon, please?

Hathaway?

Given what happened to poor old Spuretti
Senior, I thought I'd have a listen to

some of the other investors.

Green City?

Yeah, plenty of them, obviously.

Started with the earliest investors
first and found the same name on

letter to Spuretti.

Abdul Rathamon, World Trade Center,
Dubai.

Fictitious investor.

seem to be pouring money into their
project to drum up financial confidence

elsewhere. If you want to check them
out, you just pick up a phone, dial a

number on the Green City website, the
number I've just called you on, and you

get through to here.

Oxford, Oswald Cooper's operational hub,
where he could answer all the email

inquiries, the phone messages, even do
video conferences, posing as one of

Ruckerman's associates.

Have a good day.

Don't he and Adebayo set up other
projects?

And were Matthews and Ashton involved?

Well, it can't all be for Adebayo's
benefit, surely.

You've got to ask yourself who else he
was doing favours for.

We'll just need to wade through the
paperwork.

One wonders how his lordship got away
with it for so long.

Silver spoon.

Big handshake.

Welcome to the club.

Look, he's even photoshopped himself
into this picture.

I think Cooper just wanted to belong.

Then why did he turn on his friends?

All in the basement.

Seal it up. Nobody goes near. Nobody.

How do you find this place?

Never stop looking.

It's what he did day in and day out.

Peering out of his window.

It was not a harm.

There's real harm across the road.

What, this?

Brought to your portfolio?

Something like that.

I'm afraid I need to talk to your
husband again.

You know how to pick your moments.

It's all right, darling.

Perhaps we could go down to the station
and see if it's more convenient.

Daniel Adebayo, I'm arresting you on a
charge of fraud.

May harm your defence if you further
mention one question and then you later

rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in
evidence.

Your Lordship.

Why are you doing this to him?

All right. What?

Daddy?

Don't look at me like that, Phoebe.

We've had a good run.

Mr Ashton, this is Sergeant Hathaway
again.

Will you please call me back at your
earliest convenience? Thank you.

Professional alibi.

I wouldn't have credited it.

Turns out there are companies in Moscow
that provide the same service.

Except they whack on a big fee.

Whereas Oswald Cooper didn't charge a
penny, did he?

He just wanted a... A place at the high
table, poor deluded twerp.

But you're all beautiful.

Oh, yes, and very discreet.

Did you ever recommend his services?

I may have passed on his name to one or
two.

The lad's night's out.

So he would cover to your wife, would
he, while you went off and had your fun?

That's right. You know me.

Incorrigible.

He followed you.

Did you know that?

Trailing along, taking pictures.

She keeps popping up on your website.

It was your idea, wasn't it?

Killgargoyle .com.

And Oswald Cooper got it up and running
for you. Everyone needs a little

notoriety, Inspector.

I don't expect you to understand.

It's an odd place to go.

Exploring your dark side.

This may surprise you, but my wife
didn't marry me for my good looks alone.

She got what she came for.

After that, she forgot all about me.

Ten years of imaginary capers with some
imaginary friend.

You wanted to make her jealous.

He that is not jealous is not in love.

And my wife was neither.

What do you know about Frank Spiretti?

He threatened my wife.

Well, we have you to thank for that. He
saw you cart us off from the art batch.

I guess there was a connection with
Cooper.

What did he want?

Bob pretended blackmail.

And no, I didn't kill him for it.

So who did?

I don't know.

An email.

Sent four weeks ago by Simon Ashton to
Adebayo.

But he sent it to Cooper by mistake.

Dear Daniel, I can't believe you've got
the eunuch to pitch in for ten million.

Take care his balls don't grow back.

The eunuch?

Is that your idea, the nickname?

Sounds like one of mine.

He took this book out to the Broad
Street Library the day after the email

in his inbox.

Typically methodical. He wanted to know
what exactly he was being accused of.

The staple of every self -respecting
Ottoman seraglio.

Trustworthy, clever, secretive.

No mean pose that you make.

Not sure Cooper saw it that way.

Hello. Oh, Corey.

Just missed him.

Can I help?

You ask him to call me when you can.

Who was that?

Nobody.

Oh, you haven't worn that suit in years.

Thought I might go out for a spin.

I'm a millstone, aren't I?

What? Yes, I am. I'm a dead weight.

No.

No, never.

I tried so hard to protect you from
this.

I would have understood.

The silly thing is, you're all I've ever
wanted.

I can't help it.

I never expected the urge of whatever
you could bear.

Tell me it's not too late.

Where are you going?

Peretti was on to them. First Adebayo,
then Matthew.

Then Ashton.

Given them all good reason to want to
shut him up.

Where is he, Ashton?

Oh, no time to go home. I left messages
for him everywhere.

So what we're saying is that Cooper went
after Beatrice in order to prove to the

others that he was, I don't know, more
of a man than they ever thought

Why, on the exact same spot where he
rescued her mother.

That's his courage. It changed his life
forever. Turned him into a bit of a folk

hero for the boys down at number 54.

Or so he thought.

Maybe he just fancied her. He was spying
on her from his car.

No, no, no, no. He wasn't spying on her.

He was spying on someone else.

You know the way he sometimes liked to
trail people when he was fronting at

their alibi.

What if he was outside the Donnelly's
house, not for the daughter's sake, all

the mother's?

What if he was actually out there
watching one of his so -called friends?

Who in town was watching Beatrice?

But who?

Ashton?

Get over to the Donnelly's house. I'm
going to try the hospital.

Are you sure you don't want to come?

What's going on?

I've seen Ashton.

Who? Diamond Ashton. Have you seen him?

Jordan.

It's okay.

I just want to talk to you.

I promise

you, you're safe.

I promise you, I just need to talk to
you.

You knew him once, I think?

It was a long time ago.

You might throw Oswald Cooper.

It was an adventure.

How did the adventure end?

In disappointment.

What is this?

Have they been in touch at all?

These past few months, I heard he was
back.

And they were going to report that
because you had no work.

You said to yourself, this country,
first grey hair, they throw you on the

heap.

I told him.

That Beatrice was his daughter.

He said he would put in a word.

Kept calling.

Kept saying I'd changed his life.

I didn't know he had no children of his
own.

Last Christmas I sat outside.

Your house like a beggar. I kept willing
you to look out of the window. I just

wanted a chance for you to see my face.

Since we moved back to this country,
I've... But nothing else seems to make

sense anymore.

My wife and I, we... We don't have
children of our own.

And then that man, Fomia, threatened to
tell her he had no idea.

A fragile woman.

You've killed two men inside a week.

Your mind gets clouded.

You just try to hold on to what matters.

I wanted this for you.

I needed to tell you that no matter what
gets said, I did it for

you.

You see?

I know what happened to you.

I'm so sorry.

Pray.

Pray.

Beatrice!

Are you alright?

Beatrice, have you done for me?

Beatrice, have you done for me?

Tyrion.

How can you do better than that?

Big brute fellow like you.

No, Tyrion.

And there's the mother.

She was such a beauty.

We used to go joyriding on Port Meadow.

Wild Spanish horses.

With all we had in common.

It's not quite all, I think. Shut up.

Don't bring it, Kieran. Let's take your
daughter.

How did you ever imagine you could be
this child's father?

I ripped that man to pieces for her.
Where were you?

Dad!

Dad! I remembered.

Last night.

I woke up and I remembered.

By the river.

Me and that man.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't breathe.

I wanted to count the stars, but I
couldn't.

Just taking a breather.

Any luck?

I know what you're thinking.

But you're wrong.

He left something.

He left something for me to find or
else... Why send me that letter? So I

go.

It'd be into every shred of paper, every
word, every file, every photo.

Then we'll keep looking. No.

I'm not going to stand by and watch you
do this to yourself. You know I'm not.

There is nothing here about your wife.

Let it go.

How can I?

It's in my head now.

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