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Reason to believe that he was
moonlighting as a sidekick.

That's absurd.

He was one of my best post -grads.

A true sceptic. I'm sorry, but your
daughter convinced her that there might

miracle.

Classic denial.

He's trying to tell me who killed him.

Frank McLean.

I don't trust anyone else in this world
or the next.

So what are you telling me? Crane had
Reuben killed in order to silence him.

I can't be seen with you.

Vicky!

You look in the centre of the bruising,
you'll see a tiny hole, which may seem

familiar. Same as the one on Reuben
Beatty's arm.

Someone just banged into her.

Next thing, she's on the ground.

A figure in a hoodie ran off, got away.

And a woman.

No idea.

Quick on the feet, I'll give them that.

Injected, same drug, etorphin.

I heard you were with her when she died.

That's rough, I'm sorry.

Yeah.

At all things, we've had a result from
our inquiries.

Gartington Equine Centre reported this
theft.

Sleep last night?

I should have stayed with her.

When she told me about Crane, she was
scared for her life.

Don't give yourself a hard time, James.

Professor Crane's her boss. He got her
into it. See what he's got to say about

it.

Detective Inspector Lewis?

Yeah. Lucy Sober.

This is exciting.

Do you like horses, Inspector?

When I bet on a winner, yeah.

It's my passion.

I eat, breathe and sleep horses.

You should come for a trek.

The old plodders are quite safe.

Never underestimate a plodder.

I'm sorry to have to bring you in at
what must be a very difficult time for

Don't be. You have an investigation to
conduct. But if you're going to ask me

the same questions about Vicky that
you've asked me about Reuben...

then I'm going to give you the same
answer. I have no idea why anybody would

want either of them dead.

Could it have something to do with the
work you've been offered, Professor?

Work? For the militancy.

I understand you've been offered a great
deal of money to undertake it, and

Reuben was jeopardising that by
threatening to go public about it. That

give you motive for Reuben's murder and
probable cause for Vicky's.

Who told you this?

Did Vicky come to see you after Ruben
was killed?

Did she ask you if you'd killed him or
knew anything about his death?

I have no idea what you're talking
about.

Where were you between the hours of four
and five yesterday afternoon?

That's easy.

I was doing my daily jog, and if you
want to check that, you can ask the man

the juice bar in the market. I always
buy a drink there.

You said on the phone that a small
amount of it totally disappeared from

stuff? 0 .25 milligrams, to be exact.

I had no idea it was missing until your
lot asked us to check.

We only use it in emergencies, until the
vet can get here.

Whereabouts is it stored?

All our pharmaceuticals were kept in the
dispensary. I'll show you.

I have no idea who might have taken it.

Has someone abducted a horse or
something?

Were you approached by the military to
design a trial for them?

No, but I do find the idea intriguing, I
must say.

What sort of trial?

Have you found any social secret
attacks?

Let me tell you about Reuben and Vicky.

Reuben was the clear -headed one. He was
driven, you know, detached.

My protege, in fact.

He set up shop as a clairvoyant.

He didn't tell you, your protege.

He branched out with Vicky. That must
have stung.

Now, Vicky, the total opposite.

She's brilliant, but excitable. The type
of person who may well submit to

hysterical conspiracy theories to
justify the object of her affection's

Are you claiming that you didn't
approach Vicky to assist you in the

instead of Reuben? Had there been any
sort of trial, I assure you I would have

favoured Reuben over Vicky.

This cupboard is always locked, and I
think he's in the office.

I'm the only one who can administer it,
and always with an antidote to hand.

An accidental injection can be fatal for
a horse.

For a human being, too.

Gosh, yes.

You're not telling me it's been used to
kill someone.

Two people, in fact.

That's awful.

How many people have access to the
office, Lucy?

Lots of people.

And how often do you do a stop date?

We do one annually.

In fact, we probably do for one round
about now, thanks for the reminder.

I'm going to need a list of all your
staff and paying customers.

I understand your position. You have a
great deal to protect, a great deal to

frightened of.

Nothing to be afraid of. I'm telling the
truth.

Reuben Beatty was drugged and then kept
alive knowing that he faced certain

death.

Tortured.

Terrorised for information, maybe.

Doesn't that bother you, Professor?

Takes a lot of effort to keep your hand
still, doesn't it?

I was watching you earlier through the
mirror.

Ah, studying the lab rat, eh?

I'm trapped.

Don't forget I'm used to sitting where
you're sitting.

Deconstructing people.

Helping them cope with the truth. Or
failing that.

Working out why they're in denial.

Denial of what? That they aren't part of
something greater than themselves.

You know, we're no different, you and I.

Here you are, trying to break me down.

Except your subjects aren't criminals or
liars.

You know real evidence, therefore you've
no reason to keep me here.

It's quite in keeping with the blindness
of your faith.

My little death.

Those who don't believe in God.

Readily admit it.

I'm keeping you here because I think
Vicky was telling the truth.

And you're not.

Then talk to me when you have some
proof.

You can tell how busy we've been.

And this is without the drop -ins and
the holidaymakers.

Thanks.

When was the last time you used a
toffee?

Less than a year ago.

It was awful.

A dressage horse slipped and broke its
leg during training for a national

competition. It hit the ground and
rolled onto its rider, a teenage boy.

He was crushed from the waist down. His
mother was running the session, a

championship rider herself and very
ambitious for her children to follow in

footsteps.

We suspected she'd been pushing the
horse and son too hard.

Into my heart, an air that kills.

From yon far country blows, what are
those blue remembered hills?

What fires, what farms are those?

This is the land of lost intent, I see
its shining flame.

The happy highways where I went, and
cannot come again.

So what happened to the boy?

He's been more or less confined to a
wheelchair ever since.

The horse had to be put down. It was a
good day.

Everyone was screaming and panicking.

So amid all this chaos, your stockroom
could have been left unlocked for a

Yeah, I suppose.

It's our customers.

What?

Bollies? Volunteers.

Can't get enough of them.

Justine Skinner.

Thanks, Lucy.

Queen's alibi checked out, sir.

What about this work Vicky said he'd
taken on this contract?

He's holding out on us. He says it's
some hysterical fabrication on Vicky's

part.

Don't rule that out.

Well, whether she was right or wrong, he
was spooked by something.

Unless he was just grieving.

How did you get on?

0 .25 milligrams of etorphine stolen
from Galsing sometime in the last year.

And guess who volunteers there?

Justine Skinner, the cat killer.

What, you're saying Justine Skinner
killed Reuben?

Well, she wasn't his office.

Yeah, but she was right here in custody
when Vicky Warnsley died.

Well, maybe she had an accomplice. Maybe
one of her clients proved malleable to

suggestion.

Whatever. She's our only link between
Reuben and the Ator fiend, so we'd

keep an eye on her.

What do you want?

If you were kosher, darling, you'd know.

I've got Vicky here, jogging.

That's where I called her name.

Berkeley, she's on the ground. Whoever
did it's gone.

Probably there.

Can you wind that back?

Did you stop it there?

Can you blow that bit up?

Anyone make out if they're male or
female?

Someone says called, asking to speak to
you in connection with the BT murder.

Do they have a name?

Joshua Grace.

He says he's Polly BT's brother.

Joshua. Inspector Lewis.

This is my colleague, Detective Sergeant
Hathorne.

Is it Joshua or Josh?

Josh.

I'll be nervous.

Anything you tell us here is just
between us, OK?

What do you want to tell us, Josh?

You know the day Reuben was murdered?

In that office?

Yeah.

Okay,

take your time.

Mum went there.

Where? To Ruben's office in Oriole
Street that day.

I know because I was in a car.

What time was this?

After school, about half three. I didn't
think anything of it. She's always

running errands, but then Polly told me
where Ruben's office was.

How do your mum and Reuben get on?

Mum likes to get her own way.

She wants her daughter to get a first in
psychology or her son to be a

championship rider.

You don't really have much say.

Look what I had to do to get out of it.

Did this happen at Garson?

I don't think mum killed him or
anything, but she might know something.

Get over to their house and talk to the
mother.

If she doesn't admit she was in Reuben's
office that day, take her fingerprints.

I'll compare them with the unidentified
one's soccer fan.

You found out who did it?

Not yet. Is your mum in?

This is Detective Sergeant Hathaway.

He's investigating Reuben's murder.

Oh, do sit down. I hope you've got some
news for us.

I think it might be better if I spoke
with your mother alone.

This is about Reuben. I've every right
to stay.

Darling, why don't you go and check on
Sarah?

Mrs. Grace. Jane.

Please.

Did you know that Reuben was renting an
office on Oriel Street?

Yes. That's where he was killed, right?

Did you know before?

No, of course not.

We have evidence that suggests you did
and that you visited him the day he was

killed.

What?

I'd advise you at this juncture that
withholding information in a murder

is a very serious offence.

Mum.

I did know about the office.

What?

He was never at home. I presumed he was
having an affair. I followed him one day

from the department.

You spied on him. Someone had to make
you see sense.

I knew you'd just keep on making excuses
for him. You just wanted to get rid of

him. I thought if I could give you a
concrete reason. So why didn't you, Mum?

Oh, believe me, I wanted to. Why didn't
you tell me? Because I never found him

with another woman, all right?

Why did you go to Reuben's office the
day he was murdered?

Jane.

Talk to him.

To confront him.

He told me he was doing some counselling
on the side.

Asked me not to tell Polly.

I thought I didn't trust him.

I offered him money to divorce her.

He did what?

He said he didn't care whether I trusted
him or not.

He told me he loved Polly.

He was hoping to surprise her with a
deposit for a proper family home.

For her and Sarah.

I didn't tell you before, because the
next thing, Reuben was dead.

I knew how it would look.

This is a serious offence. You were the
last person to see Ruben alive and you

didn't come forward. I didn't kill him.

Joshua told you, didn't he?

You all right?

Yeah.

In a way, Mum's done me a favour.

At least now I know he did love me.

I can't shake the idea of him and Vicky
having an affair.

They weren't.

Maybe I should talk to her.

You can't. She was murdered yesterday.

You've been convinced that they were
having an affair gives you a motive.

You can't think I killed them.

No, I was angry with both of them, yes,
but only because I didn't want to lose

him. I love him more than anything.

I could never... He's the father of my
child.

Have you told us everything you know?

Yes.

Except... Yeah?

Justine's not picking up, so I'm going
round there.

I want to know what happened to that
ator fiend from the Garth Lincoln Riding

School. What did Josh's mother have to
say?

She admits going to see Reuben, she
denies killing him, she had motive, she

opportunity, but no reason to kill
Vicky.

I'll call you back.

I was looking for answers.

I couldn't make any sense of it.

I'm gonna need to take this.

God, no.

Justine?

Justine. Who did this to you?

Frank McLean.

Frank

McLean, the

guy she reckons killed Reuben.

As a result, some message from beyond
the grave.

Yeah, yeah.

But you did warn us that there was a
woman in trouble.

Who, Vicki Wormsley or herself?

Well, the afterlife's obviously a bit
vague on the specifics.

So we've certainly got enough to go
after McClane for assault.

Well, that's not all we've got, sir.

What the hell does all this mean?

Well, according to Vicky, Ruben did his
psychic hearings on Tuesdays and

Wednesdays, so these are his client's
initials and the order of the

appointments. How many times did
Justin's been able to get in?

Just the one.

And he died on a Tuesday?

Well, he's booked up for most of the
mixed...

A few weeks, so there should be a J .S.
in here somewhere.

Our clients became regulars. He must
have been good.

I never realised so many people fell for
this kind of thing.

Reef makes people irrational.

Can't blame them for that, I suppose.

You can blame the parasites that feed
off them.

It would come as a hell of a blow to
find out that this was some sort of

scam.

Maybe someone did.

There she is.

Justine Skinner and F .M.

Frank McLean. He was booked at three. He
says he left early.

K .D .S .S. Susan Smith, he found her in
his body.

Louis.

Ah, right.

Thanks.

So K .D. was due in after she left.

We have McLean in custody.

Would you please take the courtesy of
explaining why I'm here?

Maybe you'd do me the courtesy of
explaining how you got those grazes on

hand.

Justine Skinner is in hospital.

When you left her for dead... Oh,
please. ..she blacked out.

If she hadn't been able to reach her
phone... An hour later.

..she'd probably still be lying there
now.

Well, I am sorry about that, but it's
nothing to do with me.

I got you so wrong.

I thought, here's a man that wouldn't
kill somebody when he can break them

with words.

Never had you down as a coward who would
beat up a defenseless woman.

When I saw you, I thought, now here's a
man that won't present any great

challenge with his simple questions and
his dumb open face.

And I wanted to find out who'd
incriminated me, so I fired some names.

You reacted to Justine's hooking up.

I cold read you in a heartbeat.

She would say lax, Inspector.

A psychic and his colleague have been
murdered and now another psychic has

viciously attacked.

Forensics are crawling over our home as
we speak.

I only meant to scare her.

She's a vulnerable woman.

You violated the sanctuary of her home.

She set me up.

She said she'd seen a vision of me in
that dead bloke's office.

All because I'd written on my blog that
she was a disturbed, cat -murdering

spinster.

So I confronted her and she came at me
and I pushed her away.

And that was all.

Can you read my face now, Frank?

I've never known a man of so much
arrogance and self -belief. Not anymore

mess.

What you said before about what if
Ruben's clients found out it was a

that whatever got them through their
pain was a lie.

I imagine they'd feel broken.

Wouldn't Professor Crane's subjects feel
the same?

Crane says that he wants to work out why
people believe in the paranormal, but

he's also desperate to prove that any
faith, including religion, is pernicious

because it affects people's ability to
think rationally.

He wants to push his subjects to the
limits of their belief. Maybe he pushed

of them too far.

Vicky and Reuben conducted his
experiment.

Maybe one of their subjects wanted
revenge.

Who's that?

Mom?

Professor Crane is out of bounds.

What? Crane is out of bounds.

So is who?

It doesn't matter who. But, ma 'am, we
need to get into his research files.

You think he's involved?

Well, we haven't ruled out the idea that
he might have killed Reuben and Vicky

to protect some potentially lucrative
source of income.

But there's also a second line of
inquiry we'd like to pursue with him.

In that case, I'll rephrase. Professor
Crane is going to be out of bounds.

Out of when?

First thing tomorrow morning.

And you really can't tell us why or who
gave you the instruction?

You've got ten hours. I wouldn't waste
your time trying to get anything out of

me.

This is borderline harassment.

Your alibi checks out.

Then what are you doing here?

Why are you so jumpy, Professor?

It's because your colleagues have been
murdered and you don't want to be next.

Don't you care what happened to Reuben
and Vicky? What could that do?

She was running for her life.

Didn't know if she was safe at home, in
the lab, in a crowd.

I'm not big on sentiment.

They weren't like children to me, but I
was very fond of them.

And I am so bitterly sorry that I ever
got them involved in this sleep

deprivation experiment.

But please, I cannot disclose any
details about my employers.

That's not why we're here.

How do you select subjects for your
experiments, Professor?

We mainly use adverts in the local press
or the Oxford journals or the

department's website.

Is there a specific type of individual
you look for? It varies from one

experiment to the next. But why are you
now interested in the subjects?

We think it's possible one of them
killed your students.

We're looking for someone with the
initials KD.

Right, well, the details will be in here
somewhere.

How does this work?

People tell you what they believe and
you just prove it?

Yeah, we question it. We counter their
beliefs with logic.

We try and understand why they hold on
to such views despite all the evidence

the contrary.

They come to us voluntarily. They know
exactly what to expect.

If we break them down, then their
conviction must have been shaky in the

place. Of course it has nothing to do
with you browbeating them into

This last list of volunteers three
months ago, there's no one with the

KD.

The last investigation was a few weeks
ago.

Vicky led it, under my supervision, and
Ruben... Here it is.

An investigation into the mechanism
upholding spiritual conviction.

Sir.

What is it?

I think I know who killed Vicky and
Reuben.

Heel down! Now!

Down! Down! What's going on? Alan.
Doctor.

Arresting you on suspicion of the
murders of Reuben Beattie and Vicky

Who else is in the house?

No one. My wife goes swimming at this
time.

Try, get him down to the station.

But I haven't done anything wrong.

It's a place totally any evidence of it
at all.

I'm placing a photograph of Reuben
Beattie in front of Canon Dutton.

You recognise this man?

Yes.

From the news.

Reuben Beattie was sedated with
barbiturates. And then fatally injected

etorphine. He came to see me about it,
likened it to euthanasia. Though to me

sounded more like torture.

You're familiar with barbiturates, Mr
Dunham?

I give Catherine, my wife, a barbiturate
-based pharmaceutical to help her

sleep. But you also had access to
etorphine.

Didn't you when you and Catherine worked
as conservationists in Angola?

Yes, but I don't know I'm here.

Why do you think I did this?

Did you volunteer for an experiment at
the Department of Psychology three weeks

ago to...

Examine the resilience of spiritual
belief when challenged by a sustained

of logic and reason.

Yes, why?

I'm placing a second photograph in front
of Canon Dutter.

Do you recognise this woman?

I'm not sure.

Vicky Wormsley led the experiment,
assisted by Ruben Beattie.

That opposite, you persistently
challenged your spiritual beliefs.

That can't have been easy.

Professor Andrew Crane oversees the
experiments for the university's

of Psychology.

You just said you volunteered, Mr.
Dutter, and yet you don't seem sure that

met any of the people involved.

Reuben Beatty was also a practicing
psychic under the name of Randolph

His appointment book tells us that you
visited him regularly for the past three

months. Your last appointment was on the
day he was murdered.

So why are you pretending you never met
him?

I was ashamed.

When Joe died, I wanted to stay strong
for my wife.

But the grief was eating me away.

So you went to see a psychic?

Yes.

And you brought her back.

Just like she used to be.

Found anything?

The wife's name is Catherine Dutter with
a K.

Dutter's covering for her.

She was at the lab.

She was a volunteer for Crane's
experiment.

And that's where she saw Reuben. And
Vicky.

And Crane.

We just found the atorphin.

Get over to his place.

Catherine with a K.

The initials in Ruben's appointments
book are KD.

Where is she?

Where's your wife, Mr. Dutter?

Let me speak to her. She isn't home yet.

A man's life could be at stake.

Stop trying to protect her. She lost her
daughter. You have no idea how close

they were.

When Jo died,

Catherine looked for her everywhere.

Wanted to talk to her.

She said the psychic helped.

She wasn't living in the real world.

All that seemed to matter to her were
those sessions with Randolph James.

I was leaving her.

To our dead daughter.

I signed up for the experiment to prove
to myself that Jo was gone.

But I wasn't the one that needed
convincing.

So I sent Catherine in my place.

In Crane's lab.

She saw a psychic.

He wasn't called Randolph. It was
Reuben.

Postgraduate. Cold.

Detached. Self -absorbed.

She hasn't been right since.

Whatever she's done.

Damned me.

Any sign of Crane?

Not here.

Neighbours told him to head off for a
run about 15 minutes ago.

He could be anywhere.

He said he always stops in at the market
when he goes for a jog.

Meet me down there.

You see the short guy, Oxford professor,
comes in here and has a drink every

day.

See ya, man.

Not day.

Professor Craig!

Are you all right?

Halfway, man.

Talk to me.

Please.

You got the break.

Oh, God.

Where did you get the atorphine?

Catherine.

We used it on elephants in Angola.

I smuggled it in, ready for when Joe
died so I could join her.

But I was too scared.

In case Joe wasn't there and it all just
went black.

Is that when you went to see a psychic?

I must have been a walkover.

But I couldn't stop talking about her.

But it didn't matter.

It was good.

It was like she was in the room.

Told me she was healthy.

Having fun.

Missing me.

Cannon wanted me to do the spiritual
conviction experiment.

I thought I could stay strong.

But it was in a sterile lab.

This girl was grilling me, mocking me,
while her boss looked on, observing me

like a rabbit in a cage.

They were wiping Joe out.

All I wanted to do was get out of there,
see my psychic.

And then I did see him.

My psychic.

In that lab.

Randolph James.

The man who brought Joe back to me.

Did he see you?

He didn't look at anyone.

He was lining people up to be passed on
to the professor.

Why did you sedate Reuben before you
killed him, Catherine?

He was happy enough to speak for Joe.

I wanted him to know what it felt like
to be her.

Vicky? She was just a young girl doing
her job.

She had no belief to take.

So I took her life instead.

The world represents the ending of one
cycle of life before the next begins.

It teaches us that true happiness lies
in giving ourselves back to the world,

taking what we've learned and moving
forward.

But the emphasis is on moving forward.

Does that make sense?

Yes. I'm looking for a new house for us
two and my brother.

Great about your neck, eh?

Yeah, who'd have thought rugby tackling
a syringe -wielding murderer would be

such good physio?

An inch and a half of foam away from
certain death.

Just think, if you hadn't made it, I
might have had to go and see a psychic.

Would have been a very one -sided
conversation.

You say that now.

You'd miss me if you were gone.

So...

You don't think Justine was the real
thing?

She knew Reuben had been killed before
we told her.

It's strange she didn't tell us
something we didn't already know.

Strange how the higher powers are so
ambivalent, eh?

Come on.

Let's get back.

I don't think I want to.

I used to feel like that.

What happened?

The next case.

Can we just sit here for a minute?

Of course we can.

Well, if you like, Lewis, can we suggest
a bit of Marple tomorrow night right

here on ITV?

She's heading to a London pub run by
three witches.

It's bizarre what the death of an old
friend will unearth.