All language subtitles for Lewis S08E03 x264 RB58

Ladies. Of course, hubris was classified
by the Greeks as a legal term.

It was viewed as the protagonist's fatal
flaw, which leads inexorably to his

ruin.

However, in Greek tragedy, hubris should
be treated as a law.

Once broken, well, there's no escape
from their consequences.

Ubaris, full -blown, climbs the
precipitous heights and grasps the

topples o 'er and lies in ruins prone.

Who, when such deeds are done, can hope.

Heaven's bolts to show.

Indeed.

See, Hubris was an insult, an outrage to
the gods.

So, for example, when Oedipus encounters
King Laos on the road to Thebes and he

becomes embroiled in a fight over who is
right of way, unaware the king is his

biological father.

Oedipus is so enraged, his pride so
wounded, when he's ordered to make way,

kills King Leos and his driver.

Thus, Hubris unwittingly ensures the
prophecy.

Oedipus would kill his own father is
fulfilled.

Aristotle was writing at a time when men
were expected to defend their honor.

So a Greek audience wouldn't have really
blamed him for killing Laos?

Oh, no, no, they'd hold fate
responsible.

It was predetermined.

It's Sophocles.

Karen?

Sorry, Wesley.

Oedipus wrecked at Sophocles.

Yes? Well, you said Aristotle.

Did I?

Yes. Oh.

Shall we go again?

I'm sorry, can we just hold it for a
second, please?

Um... I think it must have seemed
vulgar, Wesley, but would it be possible

bring it round to Altmian in Corinth at
some point?

My translation's being reassumed, you
see.

All right.

Thanks.

Oh, sorry, Mum.

What's okay?

Everything all right, Tabs?

Yeah, I was just wondering where you
are.

Oh, well, I'll be down in a sec.

We should call the police.

I will.

I will. I didn't get the number plate,
though.

You should still report it. They've got
cameras. It must have been picked up.

Ow. Sorry.

I'll do it.

Thanks.

Yeah, I'm gonna give him a call
tomorrow.

Okay. Nice to come here.

There's another one that... I hate him!
I absolutely hate him!

Who? That smug two -faced lying little
piece of... Oh, him.

Did you ever think about cleaning up?

Sorry.

Sorry. And what the hell is he still
doing here?

That girl needs to chill out.

We have a problem.

I'm just going for a run.

Chloe!

Right, okay.

Any news on the contract for the pilot?

I'm still waiting to hear back.

You know what that means, Karen?

It means they're dithering.

We had them on the hook.

Don't let them wriggle free.

I'm doing all I can.

We can't force them to. Fine. Just get
the deal done.

That's what I pay you for.

I've still got a script to finish. I've
got interviews in London. You've done

the script.

What do you mean, you've done the
script? Don't worry, it'll all be fine.

I'll take care of everything.

Beautiful morning.

The clouds are pure and white as flocks
near shore.

Wordsworth. Keats.

Oh, hey. I heard about your big drugs
bust.

Elliot Ness.

The garden centre of all places.

Peter Saucy. Cocaine hidden in seed
packet.

Good luck with getting that to grow.

Presumably you heard that we didn't get
it all.

Takes the shine off it somewhat.

One of my very first cases was just
along here.

On the end there, a woman hung in her
kitchen, nasty.

Sold? Of course, always did.

Hanged? Eh?

Pictures are hung, people are always
hanged. Nobody likes a smart half,

Rose Anderson, 23, postgrad student at
St. Sebastian's College.

Out for a run?

So it would seem.

Do we know when?

Going by the body temperature,
nathurations on the...

Fingers and palms.

I'd say she'd been in the water roughly
12, 13 hours. A flatmate said that she

went out for a run at 6pm last night and
the boatman found her at 7 .30 this

morning. That would be about 12 or 13
hours then. You should do this for a

living.

I couldn't stand the company.

Two stab wounds.

First one to the abdomen.

Just stop her in that tracks.

And then they finished the job, stabbed
her in the neck. Quick.

Unclinical.

Carotid artery's been severed. How
quick?

A minute of consciousness, maybe two.

Poor lads.

Sexual matters?

Not that I can tell, but I'll know more
when I get her back to the lab, which

I'd love to do, just as soon as you two
gentlemen are on your way.

Any sign of a weapon? Not yet, but they
are still looking.

You handle that, then, will you, Maddox?

Yeah, no problem.

Bought your wetsuit with you, did you?

How are you finding your boss?

Which one?

Zoe Olsen.

Were you not concerned when she didn't
come home last night?

I assume she was at college.

She's always that late.

Overnight sometimes.

Boyfriend?

She was seeing someone there.

An older guy.

They had some massive row the other day.

He broke it off apparently.

Tried to.

Know what's his name?

No idea.

Saw him when he picked her up a couple
times, but Rose liked him kept private.

Whose car is that?

Rose's.

Do you know what happened to it?

She said she was going to try and meet
him the other day.

I don't know what happened.

All right, we're going to need to see
Rose's room.

Classic scholar.

It was her whole world.

All she ever talked about was her
doctorate.

She tried explaining it to me, but I
never really understood what she was on

about, to be honest.

And what are you studying, Chloe?

I'm not at college.

I work behind the bar at Freud's.

Can't say I'm a regular.

It's only temporary.

I'm saving up to go travelling.

Look at this.

The brightest star in the sky?

Sirius.

Howard! Uh, here.

It's all sorted.

He wants to paint the lawn. This is my
boyfriend, Harrison.

He's at the police.

It's road.

Who is there? Do you know?

No. Not him?

Simon Flaxmore?

No.

Thank you for living.

No sign of the knife yet, but I have got
something on the car.

It was involved in an RTC at midday hit
a male cyclist. An anonymous caller

identified Rose Anderson as the driver.

Did we speak to the cyclist?

No, they left the scene, but we're
trying to trace them.

The caller said that Rose deliberately
tried to hit the bloke on the bike. Sent

him flying, apparently.

Well, keep us informed.

Okay.

Well... Mum.

I'm glad you changed your mind.

Oh? About the transfer.

You're good for those two.

Not the Chuckle Brothers.

Sorry. Trust me, I've heard them called
worse.

Usually by me.

Well, I knew of her, obviously. She was
a postgrad student, but I didn't have

anything to do with the girl directly.

Oh, it's Philippa Garwood you need to
speak to.

She's her, um, or rather was her
supervisor.

She was having a relationship with
someone here in the college.

Huh?

An older man with the initial F.

Ah.

Well, it's not me.

Oh, my days with that sort of thing are
long gone, I'm afraid.

Besides, I never met the girl.

No?

Well, I say I never met her. What I mean
is I didn't know her. I mean, let me

have a look.

That's from a book signing, clearly.

I mean, I know a lot of books of people.
That doesn't mean I know them all

personally.

Ah, poor girl.

There's only one love in my life.

Euripides.

Question everything.

Learn something.

Answer nothing.

Wise advice for any policeman, perhaps.

Where would we be likely to find this
Philippa Garwood?

Oh, um, Rota.

Somewhere.

One second.

Oh, here we are.

Sorry.

Philippa. Yes, she's in a lecture at the
moment.

I hope you find who did this.

Remind me to speak to you again.

Of course.

Anything I can do to help?

Been very pleased with himself.

He discovered a dusty manuscript in a
library six years ago.

Turned out to be the Victorian
translation of a lost Greek play.

I'll come on in current. Any good?

Corrin's Robert.

In a way, if that's more authenticated,
it made his name.

No doubt he'd been dining out on it ever
since, eh?

Sir?

Philippa Garwood?

Just the most tragic news.

I can't take it in.

Do you know if anything was bothering
her recently?

Only her thesis.

Euripides and children in Greek tragedy.

Rose worked so hard on it.

What was bothering her about that?

I don't know.

She never got round to telling me.

We hadn't sat down face to face for a
while.

Could it have been connected with
Professor Flackmore?

Well, only in the way that the whole
thing would have involved Simon.

He wrote the book on Euripides.

Literally. What a good student.

Rose could take a piece of ancient text
and look at it in a whole new way.

Such a waste.

You two were close then.

She was tutoring my sister's ten -year
-old, Tabby.

God, how am I going to tell her?

We'll need to contact her too.

We think she was seeing someone here in
college. Do you know anything about

that?

No.

I'm afraid I don't.

Older man, initial F, mean anything to
you?

No.

Any else?

My husband, Felix.

Do you know Rodan, listen?

Yes, we've been seeing each other.

Since when?

Before Christmas, Rose came to me to ask
for advice with her thesis.

And you were happy to help.

These things happen, don't they?

She was a classic student, not
astrophysicist.

Yeah, excuse me, could you not?

It's extremely valuable.

It was Newton.

You like this?

Yes. What did it refer to?

Oh, God, this is embarrassing.

It was just a silly little note.

It was nothing. She was learning
Spanish.

You wrote her a lot of silly notes.

I didn't know she'd keep them.

It was just a bit of harmless fun.

Harmless?

Why didn't you report the accident?

I just tried to break it off with Rose.
That was her response.

Reporting her would have just made it
worse.

And made it public.

So you didn't tell your wife?

What was I supposed to say?

Hello darling, I've just been run over
by your student that I'm sleeping with.

So she didn't know about you two?

I wouldn't say that.

So you did tell her?

Not explicitly.

No names.

But she knew.

We have a kind of don't ask, don't tell
arrangement.

It's all cool news about the American
girl.

I know.

Yeah.

How's she getting along?

Fine, I thought.

Yeah? I hadn't seen her for a while.

She emailed me asking for a deferral,
last -minute research issue or

Oh, really?

Well, what was it, did she say? No.

Anyway, I think you saw her more
recently than I did.

Did I?

She mentioned she'd spoken to you about
alchemy and incurrence.

Right, just a small translation thing.
That's right, yeah.

Did you mention that to the police?

Simon, what's going on?

Nothing.

I'm just worried about the reputation of
the college, that's all.

It's me you're talking to, remember?

There's only one reputation you're
interested in, and it isn't the

It was found in the canal bed.

Looks like an ordinary steak knife.

Except it's commercial use rather than
domestic, so hotels, restaurants.

Are there hundreds, I imagine?

Other than that, there's nothing
forensically.

So, indulge me, what do we know so far?

Rose Anderson, fatally stabbed on her
evening run between six and eight o

'clock. Earlier in the day, she'd tried
to run a lover, Felix Garwood.

Off the road after he'd rejected her.

So he killed her in revenge?

No. He was giving a presentation between
six and eight, lots of witnesses.

And before then?

With his wife, Philippa.

She says she drove him to this
presentation.

It's always the wives, isn't it?

There's something about her.

She was certainly aware that her husband
was carrying on with the victim.

But if a woman finds out her husband's
been unfaithful, she's more likely to

kill him than her.

What about Professor Flapsmore?

Slippery.

Sir, that was Chloe Ilsen, the victim's
flatmate.

Apparently she's got something of the
victims for you.

Excuse me.

Talk sense to a fool.

And that calls you a fool.

Love it, Auntie Philippa.

You don't need to keep buying her
things, you know.

It's fine.

It was Felix's idea, actually.

Anyway, she deserves spoiling what with
everything she's going through.

Slow down, Tad.

Another thing to worry about.

Oh, Jan.

Might help take her mind off what's
happened.

So what did the police say?

Just that she'd been attacked whilst out
jogging.

So shocking.

When's Paul back?

Oh, it's due back soon. Why?

I gave the police your details. They
wanted to speak to you both.

But I thought it was this mugger or
something.

Who knows?

It's not a problem, is it?

No, no, of course not.

Slow down, Pad.

Ta -da!

Oh, there you go. Perfect. Well done.
High five.

Tabs, will you go and check on your dad
with the tea?

Yes, he's been nagging for one of those
forever.

But they're so expensive.

Yeah, one of the perks of the job, I
suppose.

So, how long had Rose Anderson been
working as a tutor to Tabitha?

Since last September.

It's exam year and my sister recommended
it. Here we are.

I suppose it can get quite competitive,
can it, between the parents?

Well, yes, but that's not the reason
why.

Tabby's not been very well.

So she's missed a lot of school.

All right, nothing serious, I hope.

Er, well... Tabitha was born with a
genetic blood disorder.

Fanconi anemia.

Her chances aren't very good.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, that's the thing, though.

She looks fine, though, doesn't she?

We've been looking for a stem cell
donor, but... She's been an absolute

though. Blood transfusion hormone
therapy.

She never complains.

She's been in hospital more than school,
which is why we needed Rosie's help.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this, but
where were you specifically between 6

8pm yesterday?

That's OK.

I was in Cheltenham at a conference.

I'm an optometrist.

I'll have the details if you'd... Yeah,
please.

And you, Mrs Brightway?

Me? Well...

I was here. I was at home.

I've got something, Lizzie.

This bracelet's for you.

Oh, thank you.

Do you have children?

Uh, uh, no.

Rose was working in my room a couple of
nights ago.

Didn't think you'd want it, to be
honest. It's just her doctoral research.

That's probably best we have it. Thank
you.

She was in a bit of a state about it.

What? I don't know. She just said that
something she'd found out had made her

rethink the whole thing.

There isn't anything else that you
forgot to tell us, is there?

No.

Well, if you remember anything, give me
a call.

Do you know who might have done it?

That was clever.

I'm sorry, okay?

Two more days and then we're out of
here.

meant to be. We'll look it out.

Yeah, very funny.

Hello. How was it today?

Well, we found a knife at least.

Not that it gives us much.

No sexual motive.

Nothing was taken, so... Random
attacker?

Yeah.

Frightening.

Come on.

Well... It's taken.

Oh, congratulations!

Thank you, Phil.

I'm going to have a baby sister.

Your brother?

Isn't that amazing?

I want a sister.

She's only ten years old.

Wow.

She was only seven when she was
diagnosed, apparently.

What's the prognosis?

Well, with Fanconi anemia, assuming they
can find the right donor, a bone

marrow or stem cell cancer could cure it
altogether.

But without it... Not good.

No.

Even with all the transfusions and
hormone therapy.

Late teens.

Well done, Dad. Thank you. Am I
thinking?

I've got some fizz in the fridge. Oh,
bring on the bubbles.

I'm going to help you this time. How
exciting.

Philippa, bring the good stuff.

Here we go.

Fantastic.

Thanks, Tad. Here we are.

Thank you.

I think we should propose a toast to the
person who made this possible, but

sadly... to Rose.

To Rose.

Have you been home?

Briefly.

Something odd's come up.

I've been going through the victim's
bank record.

Last November, Rose Anderson transferred
£10 ,000 into Jenny and Paul

Brightway's account.

She was tutoring their Tabitha.

Why on earth should she be handing over
that sort of money to them?

Why, indeed.

I'd better go on off, OK?

I'd better you than I, Ted.

It's the best way of finding the cure
for her.

We spent three years searching for a
stem cell donor for Tabby.

All in vain.

Which is why we decided to go down the
IVF route.

Save your sibling.

Yes. Take a seat over there for me.

The IVF route means they can screen the
embryo and make sure the antigens match.

If you just look straight ahead for me.

We started the latest round on
Valentine's Day, ironically.

Yeah, not the most romantic way to spend
it.

It's been a very stressful time for
Jenny.

We've had a few failures.

It must be hard, I'm sorry.

It is.

And it cost us a fortune.

I'd like to take a feet over there for
me, put your chin on the rest.

And I know that we shouldn't put a price
on it, but I...

Can't even think about the amount of
debt we're in.

So, he asked Rose for the money?

No, she insisted on helping us.

We didn't like having to accept, but
just look straight ahead for me.

Seems like a lot of money to take from a
post -grad student.

She borrowed it from her father. It was
a loan.

We are going to pay it back.

Tabby's life is at stake.

It's not a choice.

Besides... When it's your children, you
do anything you can, don't you?

Just keep your head as still as you can,
please.

Look straight ahead.

So, do you think you'll carry on with
the IVF?

I shouldn't really say anything yet.

It's very early stages, but, um, well,
it looks like it's been successful.

Jenny's pregnant.

Ah, congratulations.

I can't tell you how happy we are.

We couldn't have done it without Rose.

There. All done.

Perfectly healthy.

Oh, good.

I bet they've seen some sight.

More than I care to remember.

How's the investigation going?

I know I shouldn't ask.

We were so fond of Rose, you know.

The last time we saw her, she was very
upset.

Oh, why?

She'd had some... flaming row with her
flatmate, Claire, is it?

Chloe, did she say what it was about?

Er, nothing.

Just stupid housework stuff.

Oh, we were told it was a blazing row.

There must have been more to it than
whose turn it was to do the washing up.

But that's what she was like.

Her temper was mental. She used to flip
out over the smallest thing.

And what was it this time?

She, erm... Erm...

She didn't like Harrison being around
her all the time.

Things were pretty tense.

Hang on a minute.

Feed packet.

Stolen from the garden centre.

And I know what's in it.

Not mine.

No!

It was a missile.

Stuff from Hathaway.

That's right.

Rose knew about the drugs, didn't she?
She walked in on Harrison chopping it

in the kitchen.

Went ballistic.

Yeah, I'm not surprised.

Betrayed by her best friend.

It was nothing to do with me.

I tried telling her it was all
Harrison's idea.

Oh, really?

You told me that you were saving up to
go travelling.

You had 25 ,000 quids worth of holiday
funds hidden in a cupboard.

No. It was nothing to do with me.

Well, it was. You allowed Harrison to
stash it there.

He's not an easy bloke to say no to.

So, Rose threatens to call the police
and then she's murdered.

Very convenient.

I didn't kill her. I was working at the
bar. You can check.

What about your boyfriend?

Where was he?

I'm not sure.

So it must be the case that one
astronomical unit cubed is equal to g

mass of the sun times one year squared
times four pi squared.

And it is with that that I'll leave you.

Those of you with crit responses to
collect, I'll be in my office from 10 a

sharp. The rest of you, see you
Thursday.

Thank you.

Is everything okay?

Is it Tabby?

You should have found.

We can go for lunch. Please, don't.

Have you seen this man before?

Yeah, he was Rosa's bloke.

Saw him at Harrison's place a couple of
times as well.

What, he's a customer?

A regular.

Prof.

Sorry?

Prof, he calls him.

I don't know his real name, sorry.

One of his best customers, though. They
were pretty tight.

Why?

What's he got to do with this?

Hello again.

Hi.

Who are you here to see?

You, actually.

Oh.

Something I wanted to pick your brain
about if you've got a moment.

Yes. It's always nice to be wanted.

Now?

Isn't that convenient?

Cool. I was just on my way to the
library.

Um... Do you have a first name?

James.

Follow me, James.

Oh, Felix.

Garwood was buying drugs from Miss
Harrison's staff.

Rose Anderson found out they were using
her place to stash the drugs.

Yeah, so chances are she was also aware
that Felix was a regular customer.

He wouldn't want that coming out.

Exactly. Maybe Felix was more involved
in that, though.

What do you mean, involved in actually
drug dealing? Yeah, stronger motive for

keeping Rose quiet.

Yeah, maybe.

His alibi for the murder was pretty
solid, wasn't it?

He might not have done it himself.

Harrison? Conspiracy.

I mean, he's got form, GB8, section 18.

With a knife?

Mm -hmm. Got two years for it.

Right. I think I'll go and ask a
handsome astronomer what he thought he

getting into.

You see if you can find Harrison.

Where the hell is Hathaway?

This seems to form the cornerstone of
Rose's work.

She was increasingly focused upon it,
true.

Being newly discovered, it was less
studied than the more known plays. She'd

found a niche, and that's crucial.

What about this passage she's so
interested in?

What stars are these, during their
course yonder, the twin lions of Namir,

running high at this hour?

What's your thinking?

Well, it doesn't matter what my thinking
is, it's what she was thinking that

matters. The two lions, Leo Major, Leo
Minor, why does she make such constant

reference to them?

We academics tend to find the highest
drama in the smallest of discoveries.

Whatever it was, it had rattled
Flaxmore's cage.

But she didn't come to me with it.

Understandable, perhaps.

Don't be coy, officer.

You're thinking, why does she put up
with it? Why doesn't she just leave him?

Do you understand everything you do?

I can't go on, I'll go on.

Joyce?

You go that way, Cos.

Harrison Sacks.

I need you to come with me for
questioning.

Sorry to your face. Yes, yes. Go.

I need Buckle going to Harrison. That's
his flat.

Flatbird Leeds.

Yes, I know about Rose.

I know about all of them.

Conventional lives can't be understood
by everyone.

Look at what...

She did for Tabitha.

Felix has always convinced me that I was
the one.

The others are just an itch he needed to
scratch.

So if you didn't bring it home, it was
all right, was it?

More like it didn't exist.

If I lose Felix, I... lose part of me.

You must really love him.

Love him and hate him.

Did you hate Rose Anderson?

Yes.

I didn't kill her.

You see, the thing is, the tricky thing
for me is that your husband has a very

strong alibi and you don't.

Do innocent people go around worrying
about alibis for future crimes which may

or may not be committed?

No.

If I was going to kill anyone,

I'd kill Felix.

Bugger.

I have to meet the student.

I'll be half an hour.

Is that okay?

Of course.

Fear.

Fear is a hope.

Hope? Rose Anderson found out.

What do you mean?

She was about to reveal to the world
that Professor Flaxmore's Precious Lost

Play was actually a fake.

Professor Garwood!

We've got uniform all over the city
looking for Harrison. Do you know where

is, Chloe? You're not telling us, then
you're assisting an offender.

Yesterday you left me for 40 minutes.
Where did you go?

You were my best student.

You were my favorite.

How long have you been in love with him,
Miss Newman?

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