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I'm sorry.

I've been asked to let you know five
minutes, Professor.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Well, I shouldn't worry. This audience
won't bite.

They used to.

Times have changed.

Talks at Oxford are a lot more civilized
nowadays and a lot less fun.

I'll leave you to compose yourself.

Thank you.

Dangerousness.

is the term attributed to people
considered to be a risk to the public,

whose behavior is not a consequence of
mental illness.

In the past, various attempts have been
made to use dangerousness to try and

predict future criminal behavior before
it manifests itself.

But no reliable tool to measure an
individual's propensity for criminal

has been available.

Until now.

So, with the mapping of the human
genome, It may now be possible

to locate the sequence responsible for
criminal dangerousness.

And if this is possible, it could herald
a new era in crime prevention.

And now we believe that we have
identified...

I hardly need you to tell me.

Ladies and gentlemen, as my mother
taught me, the best way to deal with

children is to ignore them.

Well, they're certainly entitled to
their opinion, as incorrect as it may

I was just about to reach my conclusion
and open the floor up for questions.

Are you happy to continue?

Of course.

If you could introduce yourselves, that
would be extremely helpful.

Yes. Nina Clemens, second year law.

Given that past theories of
dangerousness have tended to target

communities where poverty and crime rate
the highest, isn't your proposal just

the latest Trojan horse by which to
introduce racially motivated social

engineering?

I'm merely proposing a new tool, young
lady.

It's up to others to decide how to use
it.

Yes.

Professor Lipton, Senior Lecturer in
Criminology and fellow of Milton Hall.

Professor Yelland, haven't we already
seen how others use a similar tool?

Cuba, for example, where the theory of
criminal dangerousness has been misused

to imprison people before they've
actually done anything.

Mostly, of course, opponents of the
Cuban regime.

That takes care of food for a couple of
weeks. I was thinking more along the

lines of a couple of bottles of good
champagne.

Isn't it all good?

You haven't drunk much, have you?

I keep.

Streets of Catford aren't exactly washed
with the stuff, no.

Then allow me to educate you.

All right.

Do you like another glass?

No, thank you.

What did he think?

Of what?

His talk.

Interesting.

Interesting as in you think he has a
point? Or interesting as in how can

so apparently clever be so apparently
reactionary? That's not for me to say.

He'll have an opinion, surely.

I'm just the department administrator,
Miss Clemens. I leave opinions to those

qualified to hold them.

Well, I must say that my reception here
at Oxford was a bit more robust than I

was expecting.

But I always hope that I'm big enough
not to take offense.

Professor Yelland, may I introduce one
of our brightest second -year students,

Nina Clemens. And would the beautiful
Miss Clemens deign to shake the hand of

racially motivated social engineer?

You can't deny criminal dangerousness
has always found most favor amongst

with a racist agenda.

Well, would you hold the Wright brothers
responsible for the carpet bombing of

Dresden? Or Einstein?

Or Hiroshima? If they were in a position
to predict how their work would be used

and did nothing to stop it, then why
not?

Professor, would you like another glass
of wine?

Oh, thank you very much. I've really had
enough. Go on.

You've earned it. Well, thank you.

I think it's time Professor Gillan was
taken back to his room.

Why? Seems to be enjoying himself.

I'm very tired, Robert.

I'm very bored.

It's time to wrap this up.

I was very kind of you to walk me back
to the college. Not at all. That wine

wonderful. Always a highlight of these
things.

I'm afraid I overindulged.

Isn't that what good wine's for?

No grapple for racists! No grapple for
racists! This isn't over yet,

Yelland. Who said that?

Where are you?

No grapple for racists! No grapple for
racists! No grapple for racists! No

grapple for racists! No grapple for
racists!

Ta -da!

Just letting Nina know what a brilliant
night she's missing.

Hello.

Jeffrey meets us in the college bar
after a talk.

She likes kissing her tutor's arse so
much. Shouldn't we leave her to it?

Focus, William, on the here and now.

I'm so tired.

You've had a long day.

Yes.

We're nearly there.

I need to sleep.

You shall.

You shall.

Oh, there's people.

Forget them. Forget them.

They're so angry.

They like being angry. It makes them
feel important.

Come on. Nearly there.

Watch this.

Easy,

easy.

Okay.

Yellen was furious about that protest
and the Q &A.

He tried to hide it, but he was livid.

Good.

Did you see the local press scribbling
feverishly away?

She almost broke her pencil.

Well, I hope everything works out as
you've planned, Anne.

After all, you have planned very hard.

I have some work to do. Good night.

Good night, Andrew.

How was he?

A little worse for wear, but fine.

Thanks for waiting.

Let me walk you home.

I was going to meet some friends for a
drink in the bar here.

Right.

I'll try not to enjoy myself too much.

They who go feel not the pain of
parting. It's they who stay behind that

Good night, Professor Fraser.

Night.

Let's not go to the bar.

Nina's already been waiting over an
hour.

Let's find somewhere to lie down and
look at the stars.

How much sun pain have you had?

Not nearly enough.

Well, how many more and there'll be no
point looking up at the stars because

they'll all just be one big blurry...
What's he looking at?

So, what I know is, there's a visiting
academic by the name of Professor Paul

Yelland. Post -mortem will confirm, but
I suspect the cause of death will be

strangulation.

He was in Oxford at the invitation of
the Department of Criminology to give a

public talk.

I was there, actually.

How come?

Well, a friend saw an article in the
local paper and thought it might be

interesting. And was it? Not really.

But the speaker deserved to be strangled
would be, in my opinion, a harsh

review.

Any sense at this talk that he was
anxious?

No, this wasn't suicide. The door was
forcing me outside.

He'd forgotten his key and then forced
the door in desperation to get in?

Key was in his jacket pocket.

You can do this to yourself. Apply
enough pressure to the carotid bulbs and

eventually your heart will stop.

But the extent of the bruising around
his neck suggests he struggled hard to

stay alive.

And look at this.

All right, he managed to get his fingers
behind the ligature, but then the

killer was too strong.

What was his talk about?

A potentially new approach to criminal
dangerousness.

Well, right now, he must be the world's
leading expert.

Criminal dangerousness?

What? Well, you don't need a master's
degree in criminology to tell you that

somebody whacks you over the head and
nicks your wallet that he's dangerous.

Little more to it than that, sir.

Crackpot theories about why people do
bad things were all the rage when I was

cadet. There's no doubt with the twin
innovations of suspects having motives

fingerprints. There was no DNA testing
when I started. It just had to be bloody

good. But what if good and evil could be
determined at a genetic level?

It's all Hogan.

That's what they said about the Earth
orbiting the Sun.

Well, Bairns aren't born evil. Given the
right circumstances, people are capable

of anything.

That's the second time you've checked
your watch. Do you have a woman

Shea Lewis?

No. I have a dodgy tooth about to
explode. Shame, my gob.

You're aware we have a brilliant new
service now called dentistry. Yeah, been

there, done that. Got the blood -stained
T -shirt never again.

When was that?

20 years ago.

You haven't had your teeth checked in 20
years? It ain't broke.

It's probably rotting on the inside.

That'll be the tooth fairy appalled.

No, it's the chief super requesting the
pleasure of our company and our office

before the...

Too late.

Sir?

Look, it's action, man.

Peterson? Boys?

Uh -huh.

D .I. Peterson and his unit have been
tracking local extremists, so he may

valuable information for the
investigation.

We've been monitoring the anti -racist
group that disrupted Yellen's talk.

Mara Barnett.

Figurehead, old school, hardcore.

And other clichés?

We thought they were pretty harmless
until now.

Well, we still don't have anything
concrete to pin on them.

Needless to say, the vice -chancellor
was on the phone within minutes.

A guest of the university murdered on
university premises after giving a talk

where, by all accounts, university staff
and students tore him apart.

The PR consequences are obviously
horrendous. I phoned the paper. They're

running the headline, lynched!

Well, from what I saw, he wouldn't have
required much lynching. You were at his

talk. Yeah, with Dr Hobson.

I was just keeping an eye on things.

The university need this wrapped up
quickly, and so do I.

The director of the Department of
Criminology called me personally to

some protection for Professor Yelland
during his stay, and I turned it down as

unnecessary. On advice from us.

You see, our intelligence said no one
had the slightest interest in targeting

Yelland. Couldn't have got that more
wrong.

That's why we think the motive was
personal rather than professional.

Liaise with one another and let's find
who did this quickly.

Yes, ma 'am.

Why are you just sitting there looking
at me like dogs being shown a card

Come

on,

answer the phone.

So what did he look like?

We couldn't see much detail from where
we were, just his bloated face in the

window.

Will freaked out. I'm not surprised.

Whenever we had dissection and biology,
he always had a note from home to excuse

him.

Weird to think you were listening to him
just an hour earlier. I'm not just

listening. Accusing him of being a
closet racist.

You probably pushed him over the edge.
If only I had that kind of power over

men.

You don't eat too badly.

What's that supposed to mean?

The hot professor?

Will? To name just two.

Will? Look, Emily will sit the mate from
home.

Are you sure that's all he is?

How was your run?

Knackery.

I was worried myself I was being chased
by the dead guy and talked to my

personal best.

I thought you were going to start
running again, Nina.

After much deliberation, I concluded my
running days are behind me.

I used to love it. Yeah, and then I
stopped loving it. Same as I stopped

watching skinny doggies run round after
a teddy bear on a trolley.

You're going to have a shower now. Can I
nip in quickly?

I'll be my guest.

Thanks.

I always wanted to learn how to run.

There's not much to it.

It's like walking, only faster.

Strangler is untied.

An advert for Dress Down Fridays, if
ever there was one.

I can confirm cause of death was
asphyxiation due to strangulation.

He's two and a half times over the limit
when he died.

With the sleeping drug Zolpidem in his
system.

Toxicology puts ingestion around time he
was giving his talk or just after.

Enough to make him more compliant to
kill.

Any amount would have that effect.

This particular brand activates
relatively slowly, but it would have

with the alcohol to speed up the conking
out process.

The conking out process being? An
internationally recognised medical term.

Anne -Marie.

Is that it?

Push your boat out into open water,
Robbie. Get rowing.

You wouldn't have anything for a bad...
tooth in here, would you? I can take it

out if you like.

Of course, you'd have to be dead first.

Too late.

Is this...

All the evidence from Yellen's room?

Yes, Hodge.

I've got an open envelope here with no
letter in it.

That's everything.

Go on, if it's me, I need your massive
geek brain to crack a laptop password.

shouldn't be too taxing.

I need to get back to your online poker.

Yes, I've got it. I'll ask her and get
back to you.

Thank you. Bye.

Can I help you?

Inspector Louis, Detective Sergeant
Hathaway.

It's a thief, Professor Rand.

This doesn't have to be a problem.

Whichever way we spin it...

The events of last night are potentially
catastrophic for the department.

I agree.

What happened to Yelland in his room in
your college, Andrew, had nothing to do

with what happened during his
association with us.

Did you get to speak to Professor
Yelland at all?

I served him wine.

But other than that... Did you notice
anyone unfamiliar hovering

around him? I don't know, someone who
might have slipped something into his

drink.

There were lots of people milling about.
It was a public lecture. I didn't know

everyone.

They're all after Professor Rand for a
soundbite now. Press, local radio, she's

in her element.

Not the shy, retiring academic type.

And he must be joking.

I once walked past her office and I
heard her on the phone shouting at him.

who? Professor Yelland.

She sounded furious.

About what?

I don't know.

That she was calling him a liar and a
fraud about something.

You won't tell her I told you, will you?

It could put me in a very awkward
position.

I'm afraid we can't promise anything to
the hunter, but... Lillian, please.

We're nothing if not discreet.

Come!

Inspector Lewis and Detective Sergeant
Hathaway to see you.

I hope we haven't come at a difficult
time.

Not at all.

Can you tell us why you felt necessary
to request... Police protection for

Professor Yelland?

An academic from an unknown American
university pushing an improbable twist

an old theory.

He's hardly the ace of spades in a pack
of hate figures.

Actually, he and I were students here
together at the same time. He was a high

-flying postgraduate back then.

I don't think you're seeing the whole
picture, Sergeant.

Perhaps because it hasn't been framed
very well, Professor.

Yelland believed biotechnology could
breathe new life into the prediction of

criminal dangerousness.

Letter to the new scientist at best.

I think you're underestimating Yellen's
proposition.

Unlike the vociferous crowd outside the
lecture building.

Rent -a -moth, according to our
colleagues.

Vocal, but harmless.

With all due respect, somebody must have
wanted to do him harm because somebody

did.

Look, the truth is, we wanted to develop
Yellen's talk into something of an

event. Robert!

An event?

to maintain the profile of the
department within the university and

Let's not be coy.

My wife never has less than one eye on
beyond.

I came across an article by Yelland a
few months ago in a minor journal, which

gave him a few pages to lay out his
vision.

So you invited him to Oxford to deliver
this talk with the sole purpose of

stoking up some controversy for your
department?

In a nutshell.

There's somewhat more nuance to this
than my husband is presenting.

We invite an academic with an
interesting point of view.

Put a few articles in the press and stir
up the locals.

The protector is outside the lecture
building.

Oh, that was easy.

Robert's involved with a little anti
-racist group.

All white, of course.

Happy to give their self -righteous
indignation a bit of an airing once in a

blue moon?

Isn't that right, Robert?

Yeah, darling.

Spot on.

Yellander is well compensated.

I even went to his room later on to
check if he'd suffered any ill effects.

went to his room?

I may be many things, Inspector, but I'm
not a monster.

Is it just me, or does the air smell
cleaner out here?

No, it's not you.

Inspector, I'd like to confess to
murdering my wife.

Sir? In advance of the inevitable.

In my experience, the ones who talk
about it never do it.

I know she appears combative, it's just
she's very protective of the department

and her career.

I understand.

Just as you left, I remembered something
shouted from the crowd as Nina and I

walked yelling away from the lecture
building.

Nina?

One of my students.

This isn't over yet, Yelland.

Male or female?

Female. And even though Yelland was
pretty drunk, it really seemed to shake

up. I thought you should know.

Thank you.

The woman who disrupted his talk?

Myra Barnett.

She was threatening to finish off what
she started.

The humiliation and destruction of
Professor Paul Yelland.

If you're double -glazing, I don't want
it. Jehovah's Witness, I don't need it.

Changing my gas supplier, you're all as
crooked as each other. So all in all,

it's a general no -thanks.

We're the police.

Please, please.

Why did you disrupt Yellen's talk at the
university?

We wanted to convey the strength of
feeling against his racist proposition.

We? The anti -racist group I belong to.

Is Robert Fraser a member?

You'll have to ask him.

He told me that he is.

Then you have your answer.

Wouldn't it be courteous to have that
thing turned off?

I'm at work, not at the theatre.

Excuse me, sir.

Hello?

Do you think it's possible your group
has members who want to make the message

stronger than mere protest?

You mean, do I think any of our members
killed Paul Yelland?

Do you?

Medgar Evers famously said you can kill
a man, but you can't kill an idea.

I've seen nothing to make me disagree
with that.

When Professor Yellen was escorted out
of the lecture theatre, somebody

this isn't over yet, Yellen.

Did you hear that after you were
ejected?

No.

Would you be willing to give me a list
of names of the members of your group?

Oh, I'm sure your colleagues have us all
on file.

I think you rather overestimate your
significance.

I have no ambition towards significance,
Inspector.

The struggle, always, is to stay
relevant.

Is that all?

Spare me from armchair lefties and their
cheap to say.

What was the call?

Gurdip's made a breakthrough.

Yelland has two email accounts.

One for Paul Yelland, professor of
criminology, writing tall and sundry

his work.

And the second?

An email account for a small business he
was running.

If you collect figurines or anything of
that nature and you can't find the last

piece to complete the set, Yelland's
your man.

Was your man, Gurdip.

That sandwich is making me hungry.

Robbie?

It's a shame you're too chicken to get
your tooth seen to. This sausage is

delicious.

As will be this soup.

Mmm.

So, Yelland had a sideline, sourcing and
supplying rare collectibles.

He had a couple of pieces in his
suitcase waiting to be delivered, but

the point, he had a substantial amount
of cash in his suitcase, having made a

delivery two days earlier.

Which was?

Applique Palermo vase to a local couple,
Hazel and Brian O 'Brien.

Brian O 'Brien?

I don't know, what were his parents
thinking?

Oh, drinking.

It's part of the bizarre range of
ceramic, highly colourful, highly

After they met Yelland and paid for the
vase, the O 'Briens became convinced

that it was a fake.

They demanded their money back, Yelland
refused, at which point Brian O 'Brien

became abusive and then personally
threatened.

Return our money forthwith. Who says
forthwith anymore?

I think they're trying to sound like
solicitors with menaces.

This is your last chance. Ignoring me is
the most stupid thing you could do.

Trust me.

What?

This isn't over yet, Yellen.

No idea who sent this?

Not the first one.

A few times I've had calls, but it's
just silent on the other end.

Look, I can hear breathing.

The number's withheld.

Well, but you don't think it's your
wife, do you?

Anne doesn't know about us. As far as
you're aware.

If she did, she wouldn't hide behind
anonymous texts and violent calls.

she had to say would be to your face and
it would be extremely scurrying.

Perhaps we should cool things down for a
while. Nina, you're beautiful, clever.

You've fought tooth and nail to be here.

Unlike the privileged majority you
consider at their birthright, it's bound

cause some resentment.

This isn't just resentment.

It's racist garbage. No, it's just
nonsense, Nina.

Ah.

Who is it?

A criminology professor.

Married.

Nina's moving on, William.

Why don't you?

Oh, you follow up on this old Brian
lead.

I suppose I should liaise with
Peterson's unit.

What do you think Hobson would see in
Peterson?

Who knows?

Yeah, Julie.

Yeah?

OK, so two sets of prints on the outside
handle of Yellen's door, one of which

belongs to Professor Anne Rand.

Chimes in with what she said about going
to Yellen's room after the talk.

Why have we got Rand on our database?

Drink driving two years ago.

Criminologists heal themselves.

Okay, that's great. Thanks, Julie.

So, as well as Yellen's fingerprint,
we've got two unknown sets on the

that were found on his floor, one of
which matches the unknown print on the

handle, plus one known print on the
envelope belonging to an Adam Petal.

I haven't heard of gloves.

So let's start with Mr Petal and work
our way out.

So what do we know about him?

Local boy, 24.

Convictions for assault and breach of
the peace, all during demos.

Anti -Nazi, anti -war, anti
-globalization. In fact, if there was

being anti about in the last six years,
he was there either hitting someone or

breaking something.

How was he when your boys picked him up?

Pretty cool.

But then he is an old pro.

Actually, I saw him at Yellen's talk.

He was almost certainly put on the
inside to kick off if Myra couldn't get

through. Maybe he's decided to step it
up a league.

Not just to hit this time, but to kill.

For the tape, I'm showing Mr Petal an
envelope which we recovered from the

scene.

Do you recognise this envelope, Mr
Petal?

No.

Can you explain why we found a set of
fingerprints on this envelope which

exactly match your own?

No.

Allow me to rephrase the question to
help you focus more clearly on your

Can you explain why this envelope, with
your fingerprints and Paul Yellen's

fingerprints all over it, was found in
his room on the night he was murdered?

What was in the envelope, Adam?

Let's try another one. Did you kill Paul
Yelland?

He's like the three wise monkeys rolled
into one bloody -minded urban gorilla.

What's your instinct?

Well, he isn't exactly sweating like a
killer.

He's holding on to something.

The complete set of Yellen's business
emails, sir. Thanks, Julie. Any more on

the O 'Brien?

No, but the camera footage you've been
waiting for is ready in the CCTV room.

Cheers.

I'm still printing the email from
Yellen's personal account, sir.

Right, thanks, Julie. Go through them
with a flea comb.

Fetch me any fleas.

Yes, sir.

Laura managed to pinpoint the exact time
of death and the person responsible.

My answer would be yes to both.

Calling you to let you know that I've
managed to get you an emergency

appointment with my very, very good,
very, very popular dentist.

Ah, much as I'd love to, I am in the
middle of a murder investigation.

Well, the dead can wait. My dentist
can't.

8 .30, Robbie.

Likes his patients to be punctual.

Arrive late and he gets very stabby with
the hypodermic.

Bye.

Nina, I just wanted to check you're
okay.

Is that your thing, Professor?

Clever inner -city black girl? Who the
hell are you, and what the hell are you

doing in my office?

I'm a friend of Nina's, and I'm here to
tell you to leave her alone.

I'm calling security.

Good idea.

We could tell them all about how you've
been abusing your position.

While we're at it, we could tell your
wife.

How dare you come into my place of work?

Leave her alone.

From now, for good.

Stop dipping your wick into the student
body.

Got it?

As an international centre of
excellence, we attract many, many

academics from around the world.

Nothing like this has ever happened
before. You can imagine how shocked we

Thanks. Goodbye.

Thank you.

There's Professor Lipton.

And on.

Okay, rewind.

Dot.

You zoom in on that.

Give me your phone.

What? Before you have a chance to delete
any texts or voicemails.

What are you talking about?

I am assuming this is true.

You're having sexual relations with a
student.

Again.

Where did you get this?

I was sent it in the post. I want your
phone, Robert.

Now, please. Don't do this, darling.

I want your phone.

This... It's nothing but a malicious lie
designed to slander me and humiliate

you.

Why? God only knows. I mean, maybe the
person who sent it is jealous of the

attention you've been receiving. I want
your phone.

There's nothing to find, and I urge you
to resist your desire to look. Please,

don't let them do this.

the other one.

We know that you visited Milton Hall
College after the talk.

We need to know why.

I wanted to give something to Yelland.

What? A letter from my mother.

You delivered the letter?

They were both students here almost 40
years ago.

He pursued my mother while she was in a
relationship with another man.

He managed to split them up and win her
over.

After completing his master's, he was
offered a research scholarship.

In a southern university in the United
States.

She followed him.

Had to.

Why?

Because she was pregnant with me.

Yellen was your father?

Biologically.

When it became clear that having a half
-caste child would be problematic for

his career, he sent us home.

Wasn't it somewhat coincidental, Miss
Hunter, that your long -lost father was

give a talk at the very department where
you now work?

It's best to tell them.

I wanted to confront Yelland about what
he'd done.

I showed Professor Rand a somewhat
controversial article he'd written and

suggested him as a speaker.

When exactly did you find out that
Yelland was your father?

My mother told me a few months ago.

The day before she killed herself.

In a long letter, explaining everything.

The letter you slipped under Yellen's
door.

She never saw him again after we came
back.

She saw herself as trash.

Second -rate, disposable.

And then she started to drink.

I wanted Yellen to read what he'd done
to her in her own words.

We recovered an envelope from Yellen's
room as Hunter, but no letter.

I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand.

We believe the killer must have taken
it.

There were four sets of fingerprints on
the envelope.

Yellen's, yours, and another belonging
to a young lad by the name of... Adam

Petal.

You know him?

Yes.

Adam's my brother.

Oh, Adam Petal was holding something
back. His sister -in -law.

When you showed him the envelope, he
must have assumed that Lillian had put

in Yelland's room and then killed him.
The question is, did she?

What did you make of that story about
her mother?

I was watching her quite carefully. She
seemed genuine.

Why would she deliver the letter, kill
Yelland and then take the letter back?

Maybe she wanted him to read it and
weep. Emotional revenge. And then her

hubby garrot him. Physical revenge. She
takes the letter back because it's

the... Last words of her dead mother?

Leaving the envelope.

What's a clue but a mistake by another
name?

I didn't tell him anything.

Well, there's nothing to tell.

Come on.

Get me on.

I only kept you in that long to make you
sweat.

Miss Clemens?

Professor Rand?

I know my husband has asked you to meet
him this morning.

You're not the first, you know.

He's going to try and persuade you that
you can continue to see one another.

I... Look, you can't see him anymore,
Miss Clements. I simply won't allow it.

Excuse me?

I can't have you sent down over this.

But really believe me when I say that I
can and will make the remainder of your

time at Oxford extremely difficult.

Are you threatening me?

Of course.

Now, as a bright girl on the make, I'm
sure you'll listen very carefully to

it is I want you to do.

Professor Lipton.

Detective Sergeant Hathaway.

How good to see you.

Have you got a moment?

Yes, of course. Come in.

Well, I was wondering how long it would
take you.

How long have you been telling me to do
what, exactly?

Well, I assume that you've been looking
at the security film from the porter's

lodge from the night that Yellen was
killed.

Yes. And you will have noted the time at
which I entered the college and the

time that I subsequently left.

Yes. And you'll need to ask me what
exactly was I doing here for that hour.

Yes.

Well, I wanted to dig out a couple of
papers in the wake of the Yellen

I'm ashamed to say that I...

Dropped off when reading one of them.
It's rather alarming to realize that

faculties are showing the first signs of
crumbling away.

What papers, may I ask?

They're related to the theory of
dangerousness.

The impossibility of measuring it.

I took them home.

I give tutorials here.

Very little else.

Occasional midday snooze.

I'm reading.

Reading?

A pair of two cities.

Oh, well, in this case, re -reading.

Yes.

I like to come here to read.

Muffet?

Hi.

Thanks for agreeing to meet so early.

When your text came through at six this
morning, I assumed it must have been

from my rancid little stalker.

They almost deleted it without reading
it. Anne knows.

What? She received an anonymous letter.

At your house? No, at work.

The same person who's been texting me?

Possibly. God.

Robert, what's happening?

What does she do?

She's surprisingly calm.

Perhaps not so surprisingly. She's the
most controlled person I've ever met.

I denied everything.

It's so good to see you. I don't think
this is a good idea anymore, Robert.

What? I've loved the time we've spent
together, but I think we should bring it

to an end.

I've been thinking about this for a
while. Nina, please, please.

You're hurting me. I need you. Let go.

This doesn't have to be the end of us.

There's no direct line back to you. I'm
exceedingly careful.

Find someone else to give you the thrill
you get from sneaking around behind

your wife's back.

Because that's what really turns you on.

Not being with me.

Betraying her. That's not true. Goodbye,
Robert.

You cold little bitch.

Thanks.

You just made this so much easier.

It's all right, you're fine.

Okay, fine.

Keith Poland?

Yeah, that's us. Okay, surgery two.

Lauren?

Let's go.

Patricia Hutchison?

Oh, that's me.

Upstairs, first door on your left.

Thank you.

Fred McClintock?

Yes. Hygienist is ready if you just want
to pop through.

James.

Good. has found Yellen's vase on an
online auction website.

It seems the O 'Briens are trying to
recoup their losses by palming off what

they believe to be a fake.

And the bids have started to come in, so
I bought it outright and arranged to

collect it at nine this morning.

I'll be right with you.

I haven't told you where I am yet.

Wherever you are, I'm on my way.

Pick me up on your way past.

How do you want to play this?

Well, we're collectors. We establish
their identity. We establish they've got

the vase, and then we show them our
warrant card.

What if it turns nasty?

You take the biggest one.

What if they're both the same size?

We do paper, scissors, stone.

After you, Mr. Hathaway.

Thank you, Mr. Lewis.

Can't be them.

The arrangement must be here at nine
with the vase.

It's nine, and they appear to have a
vase at the side of the box.

Can you see these two killing Yelland?

Perhaps very slowly.

Mr. Hathaway?

Hazel?

How do you do? This is my colleague, Mr.

Lewis. Hello. I need to meet you.

I presume Brian couldn't make it. Oh.

We use a male name online.

Just in case people think they can take
advantage of two old girls.

Her real name is Edna.

Well, my name isn't Mr. Lewis,
Inspector.

Mr. Inspector.

No, Inspector Lewis.

This is my colleague, Detective Sergeant
Hathaway.

Have you got the cash?

We're police officers.

Don't worry. We trade with anyone, even
the Rossers.

I don't think you quite understand.

We are police officers, and we'd like
you to accompany us to the station to

answer some questions about the murder
of Paul Yelland.

ripped off a lot of people.

And you were about to do the same to us.

This was going to be a one -off for us,
but he made a business out of it. Did

you go to the university the night he
died? It's a free country, last time I

looked. Did you call out, this isn't
over yet, Yellen? Free country with free

speech. What wasn't over?

We wanted to try and scare him into
giving back our money.

And that's all?

Do I look like a killer?

You don't look like a Brian.

Appearances can be deceptive.

Come on.

It's Nina.

I'm very sorry to bother you, but I
really need to see you.

If Yellen was ripping off a lot of
people, that's a lot of potential

killing him. But why is it Lillian's
mother's letter?

Sir?

Yes, Julie? I've been going through
Yellen's personal emails.

There's a correspondence you might be
interested in.

Between him and who?

Professor Anne Rand.

Why didn't you tell us you'd had a
private correspondence with Yellen when

were first questioned?

I didn't think it was relevant.

Surely you can do better than that.

I was embarrassed that I was asking the
man for a favour.

To help find you a position in America?

So were you, like he says, stringing him
along, pretending to find him a

position in Oxford while he was actively
trying to find you a professorship in

the United States?

I was only surprised it took him so long
to realise.

And when he did, he threatened to cause
you a great deal of trouble.

Do you think I invited him over to kill
him?

Well, say I had killed him. Why go to
all the trouble of garrotting him with

own tie?

It's a little self -indulgent compared
to the more clinical alternatives,

wouldn't you say?

I wouldn't know. I've never killed
anyone.

The email seemed to suggest that you had
a great deal to gain from Yellen's

death. And now he can no longer obstruct
your American ambitions.

It's an interesting theory, but I'm
assuming that's all it is or you'd have

already arrested me.

The emails give you motive. The CCTV
places you around the crime scene about

time Yellen was killed.

Around, but not in.

Purely circumstantial.

If there is any evidence linking you to
Yellen's death, it will eventually be

found. Oh, so this is what? An
opportunity to confess and save the

some money?

Yes, if you're guilty.

If guilty.

If. Detective Sargent.

Only two letters, but a very big word.

Laura, before you tell me how very, very
busy your dad is too, let me explain.

Half the way he caught me as I was about
to go in.

I'd like to hear it, Robbie, just... Not
right now.

We really appreciate you coming in to do
this.

We are trying to contact her family, but
they're in the West Indies visiting

relatives. Proving difficult to locate.

Ready?

Yeah, that's Nina.

How?

There's a bit of blood in the back of
the head.

Professor Lipton was Nina's tutor.

Have a word with him.

Also the university counselling service.

If there's anything we ought to know
about there.

Young black working class girl trying to
make her way in the most rarefied,

elitist environment in the country.

Did she feel alienated?

Marginalised, ostracised, enough to fall
in with bad company.

Sir? Also, any possible link to the
Yellen case?

She was at that talk and she walked
Professor Yellen home from the college

Robert Fraser.

Well, we shouldn't rule out tip for tap
by the far right.

No, we don't rule anything out. Let me
know how you get on. OK.

Something I didn't want to mention in
front of them.

A blow to Nina's head would have
resulted in a massive external

yet... There was very little blood with
the body. A very small amount of

coagulant. She wasn't attacked there.

No.

Take a seat, Emma.

I need you to think really hard.

Is there anything you know of in Nina's
life that might have led to this

happening to her? Anything at all?

I don't think so.

Will seems devastated.

They've known each other since
childhood.

At least he has a friend like you to
support him.

It's not all you want him to be, though,
is it?

He barely sees me.

Not how I want him to.

How does that make you feel?

Emily?

It's my fault.

What is?

What's your fault?

She was so beautiful.

And clever.

I just wanted him to notice me.

What did you do, Emily?

I just wanted her to go.

I wanted her to feel she didn't belong
here, so she'd leave.

And I'd have Will to myself.

What did you do?

I sent her texts.

Horrible, anonymous texts and silent
calls to her mobile.

Anything else?

I sent an anonymous letter to the wife
of a professor she's been having an

affair with. Which professor?

Emily, I have to ask you this.

Which professor was Nina Clements having
an affair with?

Robert Fraser.

I'm in.

Shocking events, Detective Sargent.

Our little world has gone mad.

Please take a seat.

Thank you.

Brilliant young girl.

Taken like that.

I have devoted my career to trying to
understand the competing forces that lie

behind what we call criminal behavior.

As, of course, of you, from your side of
the fence.

But it is to make somebody cross that
line when others don't.

It's not always clear.

I find I can't better Jean Renoir's
observation that the real hell of life

that everyone has his reasons.

But what reason would anyone have to
kill Nina Clement? You're her tutor. Did

she say anything to you in the days
leading up to her death that would shine

light on that?

She did call and asked to come and see
me.

just hours before she died.

She confessed that she was having an
affair with Robert Fraser and that his

had warned her off.

She was also receiving anonymous text
messages.

Vile, racist stuff.

She suspected that Anne was sending them
to frighten her into leaving Oxford.

Oh, but how rude of me. I haven't
offered you a cup of tea. No, I'm fine.

I'm making one for myself just as easy
to make, too.

Exactly. Thank you.

Good man.

It was the best of times. It was the
worst of times.

It was the age of wisdom.

It was the age of foolishness. It was
the spring of hope. It was the winter of

despair. We had everything before us. We
had nothing before us.

We were all going direct to heaven.

We are all going directly the other way.

Darkness and light.

Death and resurrection.

Social revolution and the brutality of
the mob.

No book has more.

Sugar? One, please.

Will?

So we have two independent reports of a
relationship between Nina Clemens and

Robert Fraser.

Nina told Emily and Professor Lipton.

Emily was motivated by love for a boy
who only had eyes for Nina.

Whoever killed Nina was motivated by
what?

Love spurned?

Jealousy?

Hatred? Revenge?

I shouldn't rule out a racist assault.

Nor a link to Yellen's death.

No.

Girl, what a mess these kids have got
themselves into.

Okay, bring them all in.

The adulterous husband, the humiliated
wife, the unrequited boy. Sir.

We've just taken a report of a
disturbance at Robert Fraser's

Come out, you merry bastard! Please,
come quick, come quick.

Hurry up, hurry up!

You're not going to come out.

I'm just going to have to come in.

Did you tell your husband to break off
his affair with Nina Clements?

Robert doesn't do affairs.

He does periodic infatuation with girls
too starstruck to see the wood for the

trees.

So you helped Nina Clements see the
wood?

I knew Robert wouldn't finish it. He
only knows how to initiate.

So I go directly to the girls and I
explain the situation very clearly to

And the smarter ones get it and comply.

And the less smart?

I kill them.

Do you think this is a joke?

I think it's embarrassing and
humiliating that an academic of my

be put through this indignity by a man
she stood by and nurtured for 20 years.

You repeatedly insist that you're an
unlikely suspect because of your

Now, in the cases of Paul Yelland and
Nina Clemens, you actually have very

strong motive.

At this moment, my instinct is to reach
across the table, shake you by the

lapels and demand that you stop being so
ridiculous.

But look, despite my very strong motive,
I'm perfectly able to control myself.

All this death, all these murders, first
Paul Yelland and now Nina Clemens.

You admit the affair between yourself
and Nina Clemens?

Yes. Which she broke off the day she was
found dead.

I know this might look... I don't mind
it.

Although I may have killed her in a rage
for rejecting me.

Did you?

I... loved her.

I can't tell you how many murderers I've
heard saying exactly the same words in

exactly the same way.

And you know what?

They all meant it.

I didn't kill her.

When you asked Nina Clemens to break off
her affair with your husband, how

confident were you that she'd comply?

I didn't take her word for it.

I followed her to where I knew she was
due to meet Robert.

She ended it all right.

How was your husband left?

Upset. It bothers you, doesn't it, that
he had feelings for her?

That he might have loved her?

First and foremost, Robert loves
himself.

First and foremost, that may very well
be true, but after that... Do you think

he loves you?

I don't think you do.

You think what you like. Thank you very
much. I tend to.

Let me ask you another question.

Do you think your wife killed Nina?

Murderous rage isn't her style, isn't
it? Possible that she killed Nina to

it look like the murderous rage of
someone else.

Like you?

Me?

Why in God's name would she want to
frame me?

Did you know she was trying to find a
position in America?

What are you talking about?

Without you.

What?

I'll take that as a no.

She was using Paul Yellen to explore the
possibilities.

We have their email exchanges.

She wanted to open a new chapter in her
career.

New college, new position, new country.

You're not mentioned.

I don't believe you.

Well, try, because you should.

No, she wouldn't. Perhaps the idea of
fitting you up for Nina's murder

to her sense of justice.

After all, you've put her through over
the years.

Anne would never do that.

How well do any of us know anyone,
Professor?

Really?

Do you think her husband killed Nina
Clemens?

Robert Fraser's a philanderer, not a
killer.

Anne Rand, on the other hand, must rank
as one of the most ruthlessly ambitious

people I think I've ever met.

What about the boy, Will?

According to Emily, he carried a torch
for Nina when they were at school

together.

He sees her with another man, older,
more powerful, can't compete.

If Will can't have her, nobody can.

Apparently he hasn't said a word in a
holding cell, he just stares at the

in silence.

Emily coughed to the text and the
anonymous letter to Professor Rand.

What if she confessed to the lesser
crimes so as to distract us from her

one? They are smart kids.

If she did kill Nina Clements, she'll be
thinking she's got away with it.

Surprise her. Push her harder.

Excuse me.

Dr Holton.

Laura! Robbie, I need you to come and
see me.

Now.

Hello, Emily.

May I?

Please.

Thanks, Laura.

No problem.

Speak later.

Came to discuss some forensic results.

And to invite me to dinner.

Ah, right.

When?

Never. Not my type.

So, talk me through these.

Well, these red and blue fibres are wool
and they were found all over Nina's

body. Head to toe, front and back.

There were fibres in her nostrils and
nasal passage, suggesting she fell face

down onto a rug and was alive long
enough to inhale a few.

So Nina was hit on the back of the head
and put on the rug still alive?

Then rolled up in it and transported to
where she was dumped.

But no rug by the body?

No.

What about the thin, mustard -coloured
fibres? From the head wound.

Cotton from bookcloth, apparently.

Bookcloth? No, not used so much these
days due to cost, but in the past,

textbooks... Volumes of reference,
compendia, etc.

were all covered with bookcloth.

Right.

Sorry.

I've messed your dentist around.

Forgiven.

You must think I'm horrible.

Sending all those things.

It's not my place to judge.

If you'd asked me six months ago if I'd
be the sort of person to send

disgusting, anonymous texts and letters,
I'd have said you were mad.

Emily, is there something else you want
or need to tell me in relation to this?

Like what?

Like exactly how far you were willing to
go to get Nina out of the way so that

you could have will to yourself.

You think I killed her?

possibly think that? Both you and Will
have strong motives.

Will loved her. That was the whole
problem.

Did he love her too much?

Oh.

He had an explosive temper.

He couldn't have hurt Nina.

You don't know him.

And you do.

These belong to Nina's tutor.

I will return them to her.

Yeah? Where are you?

Just finished up with Emily. She's
pretty shaken up. I think she's told us

everything. Either that or she's a damn
good actress to you.

I'm on my way to catch up with the
Sockos in that woodland where they found

Nina's body.

I reckon she must have been dumped
there, rolled up in a carpet or a rug of

kind. I'm going to drop off some of
Nina's tutor's old papers, see if he can

remember anything else of you, and then
I'll come and join you.

I remembered this was in the kitchen.

It's Professor Lipton's as well.

One of a set, I think, but I could only
find this one.

Thanks.

Miss Hunter.

Detective Inspector Hathaway.

Still just a sergeant.

And I'm returning a couple of Professor
Lipton's papers in a book that was in

Nina Clements' possession when... Very
good of you.

Come in.

I'll just tell Professor Lipton you're
here.

Thanks.

Sir! Sir!

Sir?

James?

We found the rug.

About a mile away from where the body
was.

The side is... About five foot by eight.

Yeah, how did you know that?

Because I'm dead in Lipton's front room
looking down at where... Sergeant.

Let me take those.

I'll come through.

Wait a minute.

Tom, you!

I understand you've brought some of my
papers back.

Yes. And a book. I gave them to, um...
Lillian.

Yes.

Yes, well, I'm afraid I've gradually
taken the liberty of extending her

administrative remit to include me.

Are you married?

Oh, well, then, as a fellow bachelor,
you'll understand.

I need all the help I can get on the
domestic front.

Wait a minute.

Unfunter.

And duster.

Oh, whenever I'm here, I give the place
a quick once -over.

Andrew, Professor Lipton's a confirmed
bachelor.

I think he stopped noticing the
gathering dust years ago.

Sergeant Hathaway's just been signed.

I'll let them know you're here.

Thanks.

Inspector Lewis.

Well, I feel honoured to be the focus of
so much police attention.

Do you have some unreturned papers for
me, too?

I'm afraid not.

Just a couple of questions.

We found the rug that Nina Clemens' body
was rolled up in prior to being dumped.

I see.

Well, that is good news.

For us?

Less so for you.

You see, the size of the rug perfectly
matches this.

This coloured patch and its colour
matches these fibres, which I've just

on your floor.

The world is full of rugs, Inspector, of
standard size and colour. We also

suspect that Nina was bludgeoned to
death with a book covered in old

mustard cloth.

And I have so many books, ipso facto.

Since I am a rug owner and a voracious
reader, I killed Nina Clemens.

Where's the methane volume, Professor?

I can't keep track of everything I leave
lying around.

Lillian just told me that she's been
clearing up.

What has Lillian been clearing up,
Professor?

Your house.

Or the scene of a murder.

Why did you kill Nina Clemens,
Professor?

Were you jealous of her relationship
with Robert Fraser?

Did you want it for yourself?

I do not pray upon undergraduates for
sex.

So, again, what has Lillian been
clearing up?

Lillian comes here every now and then
out of the goodness of her heart. You

leave her out of it.

She is entirely innocent.

Well, not entirely, surely.

She served yellow wine at the reception.

Ample opportunity to slip him a
sedative.

We've got her on CCTV going into the
college later that night. And here she

Two days after Nina Clements is
murdered, giving your place a good old

Andrew, what's going on?

At our first meeting, you said you and
Yellen met at Oxford.

Now, coincidentally, Lillian's mother
was studying at Oxford at the same time.

Did you know her, too?

I did.

So... Lillian knows all about you and
her mother and Yellen, doesn't she?

Lillian knows nothing. If she knew that
you were the undergraduate in love with

her mother at the time that Paul Yellen
showed up, then she knows or strongly

suspects that you killed him.

What?

Or perhaps not.

Andrew?

I didn't fight hard enough for your
mother when I had the chance.

I have borne my cowardice all my life,
like an indelible stain.

Don't say that.

Would the outcome have been any
different if he'd fought harder? The

universe would have been different. But
she chose Yelland.

He stole her.

He stole her and he destroyed her.

Well, I heard about the suicide.

I tracked him down.

I persuaded Anne to invite him to become
the department's next guest speaker.

So the article appears that you gave me
to show Anne.

It was all part of a murder plot.

I wanted him here to confront him, not
to have him killed.

You orchestrated his visit, and then
after murdering him, you saw the letter

that Lillian had left earlier that
night, and you took it.

Where is the letter, Professor?

We had everything before us.

We had nothing before us.

We were all going direct to heaven. We
are all going direct the other way.

I should have remained in the past
tense. We were all going direct the

way, whether intentionally or not you
changed the tense.

Did I?

Why don't we check?

I killed Paul Yelland.

Because he destroyed the life of the
only woman I have ever loved.

I made a terrible, terrible mistake.

Though he tried, I don't think Andrew
was ever able to forgive me.

Andrew Lipton is the best man I've ever
known.

Nina Clemens, Professor?

Whose life did she destroy?

Nina.

Your mother's letter was on the table.

I left the room just for a moment.

When I came back, it was gone.

I confronted Nina about it, but she
denied taking it. I don't understand.

She tried to leave. I grabbed her coat,
I pulled her back.

She stepped on the rug.

Hit her head on that step.

But she was still alive on the floor.

You could have saved her.

You chose instead to finish her off with
one of your beloved books.

Many of the mistakes we make in life can
be rectified.

Sometimes we make a mistake which can't
be remedied, it can't be fixed.

We just can't go back to that moment
before.

We're propelled forward.

What do you mean?

Nina had the power to destroy me.

Who would have taken care of you?

Oh, my darling girl.

I couldn't let that happen. But despite
your best efforts, it will.

Until you needlessly ended her life.

He is a good man.

He looked after us when Yelland
abandoned us.

He helped me get my job at the
department.

Helped me cope with my mother.

He treated me like his own.

Professor Lipton, I'm arresting you for
the murders of Paul Yelland and Nina

Clemens.

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

mention when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in
evidence.

Please.

Professor.

It's evidence now.

Hear that?

What? A flapping of chickens coming home
to roost.

If he hadn't killed me, we would have
never got him for Yelland.

Now he's going to die in prison.

I've got a strong feeling he died years
ago.

Poor Lillian's going to end up serving
that life sentence.

Ah, damn it.

You know, Lipton reminds me of you.

Stubborn, stuck in the past.

Come again?

He allowed his life to be marred by an
experience 40 years ago. You're allowing

yours to be marred by a dental
appointment in 1992.

Hardly comparable.

Well, I've booked you an appointment
with my dentist tomorrow morning. She's

opening up a specialty. I'll pick you up
at eight.

I'll be going for a jog at eight. You
don't jog.

I just started.

You fancy a pint later?

Big match.

Stupid -sized celly in a sweaty pub.

Got a book to finish.

You learn nothing from this case.

Books are bad for your health.

Not if you just read them.

Why don't you invite Dr. Hobson?

Get in there quickly before someone
whisks her away.

You said it yourself.

Stuck in the past, me.