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Noli...

Noli...

timere...

Mother?

Mother?

Noli timere, don't be afraid.

It's just what mothers have been saying to

their children forever.

Mm, she's asleep.

My mother is not conscious

and she's still instructing me on how to comport myself.

Well...

that's one way of looking at it.

Yeah, here's the one.

Hi, this is Hana McBride,

reporting for the Cambridge Student Network

and you may be wondering,

where is this boxing match Hana promised us?

Here to tell us more is...

the Cambridge Blue Gloves coach.

- Hi. - I should start by saying,

full disclosure, this strapping lad is also my brother.

Yeah, uh, tonight's event is a fundraiser

for the charity Boxing MS.

Our lads, uh, all students,

going toe to toe with the locals

from the Ironside Boxing Club.

Town versus gown, bring it on.

And who's gonna win tonight?

Cambridge!

- Easy. - The Blue Gloves.

What you doing? Rhys, hey,

you've got a fight in ten minutes.

Can you have a word? He's your boyfriend.

It's for Hana. You alright, mate?

Rhys Gibson, team captain, confident?

I haven't lost a fight yet.

New experience for you tonight then.

I'm the opposition coach.

Why do you do it?

What gets you out of bed in the morning?

Kids that come to my gym,

uh, I try and give them a sense of purpose,

you know, a code, um,

a sense of what's right and wrong.

Rhys is 27 fights undefeated.

Yeah, he's up against your lad.

Joe's a boxer.

When that bell rings, things get real.

- Are you blind?! - What?

Keep your guard up, mate. Come on.

Come on, do something!

Right, you've gotta stay steady.

Patience, Joe!

Come on, Rhys!

Hey!

I'm talking to you.

Hey, don't walk away when I'm talking to you.

How much did you pay the referee, Joe?

- What? - Cheating low life scum.

What'd you say? What'd you say?!

Urgh.

Today, we're going to talk about

how to communicate with your dog.

By observing a variety of breeds,

we've learned some of the signs

our best friends give out to let other dogs know

they're non-threatening.

Just watch.

Oh, don't be afraid,

just a grown woman pretending to be a dog.

Now, remember what we were working on yesterday?

Of course, you do.

Smile.

Close enough. Sad...

Mrs. Hamilton.

Ah, I've retained my own name.

Which one? So many to choose from.

My professional name, Zelda Radclyffe.

You, uh,

you never entered the arena, did you?

If you are referring to the bullring of marriage,

I have never been one to compromise.

Neither have I.

Ah, Ms. Snares.

Have you seen Adelaide?

This morning, briefly.

She was asleep.

We came as soon as we'd heard.

How was your honeymoon?

Wonderful.

You should try it sometime.

Detective Sergeant Winters and DC Highsmith.

Can we come in?

No.

Look, we got a notification from A and E,

also two eye witnesses,

that you were attacked by three men

outside the Black Boar pub... - Where you going with this?

We had a similar incident a couple of years ago,

situation escalated. - Yeah, I remember.

So, tensions between locals and students

is bad for everybody.

One of the eye witnesses gave us a name,

we need it corroborated.

Yeah?

Joe, who attacked you?

Was it Rhys Gibson?

If we need justice, we'll go out and get it.

Thank you.

Jasper, darling.

- Aunt Zelda. - How is she?

Driving everyone to distraction,

insisting that they call the airline.

The airline?

They appear to have mislaid her luggage.

I understand she lost consciousness on the flight.

Indeed. The doctors are performing a spate of tests.

And, whilst nothing would give me greater pleasure

than to hear every detail of your honeymoon,

I have 47 minutes before my next tutorial.

- Is that wise? - My mother...

I can confidently predict, will outlive us all.

Writing during the US depression,

Thorsten Sellin attributed social unrest

to a clash of values.

We are not living in the middle of a depression,

but we too are experiencing a period of social unrest.

Pfffft...

From your reaction,

I deduce that you are familiar with the term

'elite overproduction'.

It claims to describe a country that produces

too many elite members.

Indeed, such as too many graduates

pursuing too few jobs.

We have 100 more billionaires in Britain

than we did 15 years ago.

I ascribe no moral judgment,

I am merely stating a fact.

I don't see what the politics of envy

have to do with criminology.

Then let me introduce you to... cliodynamics,

a mathematical tool

for the study of social change.

It has proved, without doubt,

that elite overproduction is always associated

with a spike in violence.

Hence the link to criminology.

- Just there. - Is that him?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Everything's just so easy for you, isn't it?

Right, here we go again. Oh yes, because, God forbid,

I was born into a wealthy family.

You don't get it, things are different for you

than they are for me... - Rhys?

DS Winters, I need to ask you a couple of questions.

Do I need my lawyer to be here?

Are you about to confess to a crime?

No.

Right, this is informal. I just wanna know

what you were doing after the boxing match.

Um...

after the match I was exhausted, went straight home.

Right, you know Joe Steele was attacked?

No, how would I know that?

Well, we have a couple of eye witnesses

and, uh, they said that you were there.

Really? And how drunk were they?

So, you went home. Is there anyone that corroborate that?

Right, well, this is starting to feel not... informal

and I'm due at a lecture so...

is that alright?

Yeah, for now.

Professor!

Hi. listen, you don't happen to know a Rhys Gibson?

He's a, um... - I am the reason

that he is here.

I conducted his entry interview.

Well, what can you tell me about Rhys?

He was interviewed the same day as his fiance.

Of the two of them, she was the more impressive candidate.

Well, let's start with Rhys.

Your headteacher describes your ambition as,

"At times, unedifying."

A man's reach should exceed his grasp,

or what's a heaven for?

Mm.

Hmm.

I am reminded of the expression

on the face of my mother's cat

when he deposits a dead vole on the doorstep.

You're comparing Robert Browning to a...

dead vole. - I am not.

Voles are highly intelligent.

You can be ambitious without losing your humanity.

I read that you are an orphan.

Will they count that against me?

Did you murder your parents?

No.

Then it will not.

I take it you have some means of financial support?

This is a demanding course and,

unlike other universities,

we do not recommend that our students

undertake part time work.

My brother works.

He supports me.

And you expect this to continue?

The last thing my mother did was make him promise

to look after me.

Well, it must be a huge responsibility for you...

deciding who can cope.

A promise to a dying parent has to be kept.

In the case of Hana, we have a woman

masquerading as a girl.

I've got a confession to make.

You're not really in a brass band?

Just said that to impress me?

Um...

I'm a cop.

You don't look like a cop.

What do cops look like?

I dunno, not usually handsome.

- Your bill, Sir. - Thank you.

You even got a couple of admirers.

Uh, no... uh, I work with that one.

So, I'm surrounded?

Shall I, um...

book us a cab?

Um, I...

Sorry, that, that was, um...

I don't even know where you live.

It's okay, my dad said he'd pick me up.

He lives nearby, offered to take me home.

Speak of the devil.

Uh, I'd better go.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hi, I'm Dan.

First date?

Yeah.

You think there's gonna be a second?

Dad.

Just kidding.

Clean cut, I like it.

Thanks, that was nice.

Come on, Dad.

I forgot something.

I'll call you.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Is everything okay?

I don't know if this is any of my business...

Try me.

I saw Dan last night,

it was at that new fish place,

he was on a date.

The woman he was with,

someone came to pick her up,

someone that I recognized, um,

and it turns out it was her dad.

Chester Vass.

Chester Vass?

Armed robbery, out on probation, I know him well. Urgh.

Dan clearly didn't recognize him. I just...

I didn't know what to do.

No, you did the right thing, telling me, you did.

Look, I don't suppose there's any way that you could just...

not tell Dan that I'm the one that told you?

Mm, you were at the restaurant, he was at the restaurant,

I think he might work it out.

Yeah...

Sierra Foxtrot 5-7 report of stolen...

What happened?

They broke into the trophy cabinet.

Oh...

The Golden Gloves trophy is gone.

I know who did this.

Don't do anything stupid.

The trophy that was stolen was from 1897.

Officer at the club said he heard some of the students

organizing a scrap in the alley leading up to the Black Boar.

Organizing a scrap?

What happened to spontaneity?

I know the landlord at the Black Boar,

I mean I could have a chat, see if we can head this off.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Uh, Dan, hang on.

New girlfriend. Leonie?

I wonder who told you that.

Leonie Vass.

Right, well, till now I didn't know her surname.

As in Chester Vass's daughter.

You have heard of him?

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm, major crime family.

Well, Leonie's nothing to do with that.

How do you know?

You didn't even know her full name

five seconds ago.

Well, she's a businesswoman.

I see the attraction but don't, don't get involved there, Dan.

You're talented, you could be a chief inspector in a few years,

do not throw that away.

I'll let you know how I get on at the Black Boar.

Joe?

What's in the bag?

Hey, hey...

it wouldn't be the Golden Gloves trophy, would it?

You got a warrant?

I can get one.

Yeah, I'll just wait here while you do that.

Down the alley, to the side?

Yeah.

Are you calling an ambulance?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, the man's on the ground, he's not moving.

How long are you gonna be?

Bring in Joe Steele on suspicion of murder.

SOCOs reckon blunt force trauma,

probably murder weapon is a champagne bottle.

Any nonsense from his old man,

he comes too, yeah?

Okay, I'll meet you there.

So, you think Joe Steele?

Maybe.

I'm guessing you've spoken to DCI Goswami?

About what?

Me, look I, I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do, alright?

Okay.

Alright! Alright!

Joe, remember, no comment, yeah?

Give me the bag.

A bit careless, eh?

Walking around with this.

Go on.

Tempest.

Professor...

I'm sorry I... I've got some bad news, um...

the student we spoke about.

Rhys Gibson?

He's been found dead.

Professor?

It was the funniest looking thing you'd ever seen.

Then you'd clamber into my bed.

Well, the wardrobe was staring at me.

- Mm. - I remember pleading with you

to hold my hand.

Aww, I was far too grown up

for that sort of nonsense.

Well, I was only, what? How old would I have been?

- 27? - Oh, stop it.

I was three, four at most.

- And then you'd say... - Oh, yes and then I would say,

um, would you hold my little finger?

What was that phrase?

Um, what was that phrase... noli...

- Oh, noli timere. - Timere, yes.

Don't be afraid.

- Mm. - Mm.

Come in.

Mrs. Tempest?

We'll just get you ready.

No, you will not.

This is my sister.

I've not seen her for almost a year.

I'm sorry, you'll have to come back.

30 minutes?

Thank you.

I should like to see Kafka.

Well, I can report Kafka's fettle has never been finer.

Nevertheless...

Mm, mm.

If it can be arranged.

Mm, we'll see.

Dan.

I recognized Leonie, uh, I did some research,

her... her dad and her family... - Yeah, I know about her dad.

I was up half the night worrying about what to do.

It's not hard, alright? You find something like that,

then you bring it to me, then it's my problem.

Alright, you don't go to the boss.

I only wanted to help.

Look, if I didn't care about you, I would've just let it go.

Look, there's a young lad in the mortuary, alright?

Let's concentrate on the job.

DCI Goswami: They're still looking but I said

I'd send someone from uniform down.

So, if you see anything, will you let me know?

Thanks.

I spoke to Rhys Gibson's housemate,

he said he saw Rhys carrying a champagne bottle

when he left the house.

We sure the bottle was his?

Yeah, he doesn't know where he was going

or what he was celebrating,

but he had the champagne bottle.

- Right, okay, thanks, Ma'am. - Okay.

Wild guess, Joe, that was the Golden Gloves trophy

in your bag when I met you.

No comment.

You were 200 yards from where Rhys Gison was murdered.

Had you arranged to meet up, return the trophy?

No comment.

What did Rhys Gibson say to you?

Must've been pretty insulting, making you lash out like that.

Mm.

Caught you with your guard down.

Nobody catches me with my guard down.

We don't think the attack was premeditated.

No, no, it grew out of an argument.

You can help him here.

New sentencing guidelines.

Yeah, a confession saves him five to ten years.

I need to speak to my lawyer... in private.

Yeah, yeah sure.

Ms. Snares, how thoughtful, a picnic.

Is she awake?

Of course I'm awake.

I've brought you a visitor.

I don't think this is the right...

Oh, Kafka. Aww.

Oh, it's been so long.

Oh, baby.

Hello darling.

Oh...

Oh.

I've, um...

I've been asked to say a few words.

Rhys was, uh... - Oh, we don't need words.

Sorry, Cormac, but the candles,

the flowers, I'm not feeling it.

You know what I'm feeling?

I'm feeling rage.

White hot rage. We know who did this.

We know who killed our brother. Yeah!

Let's not get carried away.

I say we march into town right now.

We torch that stinking hovel

they call a gym, we watch it burn to the ground

and we piss on the ashes!

No, that is not the way! We are better than that.

Hana's right. Hey, listen, listen!

Hana knew Rhys better than any of you.

Now the police have made two arrests already,

and we have to trust them.

What happens when you fight angry?

I'm asking! What happens?

You lose.

You lose.

Let's not make things worse.

Oh, I just, uh, I just dropped something off for your mother.

Oh, uh, how did she seem?

Um...

determined.

Ah.

Uh, maybe I should come back, um...

Oh, no, Jasper I...

I wouldn't advise delaying.

The police need my assistance.

A student has been killed.

Oh, my God.

Look, Jasper, I know it's, it's hard,

but I do think that you should see your mother.

Work can wait.

You know what this means.

- Wee time. - Uh-huh.

We won't be long.

The tests all done. Results in three to four hours.

Mm.

Mother, you appear much improved.

Oh Jasper, dear boy.

You are the world's worst liar.

I don't know why you even try.

I was attempting to be nice.

Another thing that has never come naturally.

Oh...

How are things with Helena?

Things? Um, things are...

much as one would expect.

Oh, for goodness' sake, Jasper.

She's a delight.

Look what she gave me.

She knows what people need.

She knows what you need.

Helena is good for you.

Our lives are written on the wind.

Only love...

Oh...

I need my beauty sleep.

Mother?

Oh...

I'm not going anywhere.

Mm.

Jasper?

Uh, she is asleep.

You heard about Rhys Gibson?

I did, absolutely dreadful.

Uh, the police are expecting me.

Is that wise?

Do you really think you ought to...

My mother, I can confidently predict,

will outlive us all.

I'm sorry, I, I've got some bad news.

Jasper, I wouldn't advise delaying...

I do think you should see your mother.

Argh!

You talked to my boss about retrieving fingerprints.

- Yeah. - Have you seen

what they picked up?

It's the same type of bottle.

You're going to suggest to make a mold,

stick the fragments to it, find the prints.

- Yeah, pretty much. - Have you any idea

how long that would take?

And no guarantee we'd find anything.

It's your boss that's made it a priority.

The victim's a Gibson.

Have fun.

It wasn't an easy job, but I managed to get these pictures.

- Okay. - Good luck.

Come on.

- Professor! How's your mother? - On the mend.

Good. Uh, do you know about this?

Yes, any updates?

Uh, forensics are trying to piece together

the champagne bottle.

The murder weapon?

- Maybe. - Maybe?

Yeah, the victim suffered a blunt force trauma to the head

but petechiae on his eyelids indicate that strangulation

may have been the cause of death.

Oh, and the wallet.

DCI Goswami: Oh, yeah, SOCO found, uh, his wallet

behind the wheelie bin at the back of the pub.

Credit card and cash inside.

Therefore, theft was not the motive.

Uh, could it have been dropped?

No, it was right at the back of the bins,

so, it must've been thrown.

We've already interviewed Joe Steele and his dad, Frank.

Professor T: I need to see the tapes.

Also, Rhys Gibson's fiance, Hana McBride,

was reporting on the events of that evening,

we should request the footage.

Yeah, we can. Now, we've got this, Professor.

Don't you think you should be at the hospital?

Rhys Gibson was at Cambridge because of me,

I interviewed him.

I am capable of deciding where I should be.

Miss Snares?

I've lost Kafka.

Oh... For the time being I would advise

keeping this from Adelaide.

I had no intention of telling Adelaide.

I had...

you need to calm down.

Yes, I'll do my best.

Give me the bag.

A bit careless, hey, walking around with this?

I'll take a wild guess here, Joe,

you had the Golden Gloves trophy

in your bag when I saw you. - No comment.

So, what, had you arranged to meet up with him

and return the trophy?

No comment.

Rhys Gibson? Confident?

I haven't lost a fight yet.

...and we piss on the ashes.

No! No, that's not...

Listen!

Look, we don't think the attack was premeditated...

It grew out of an argument.

You can help him here.

DCI Goswami: Well, all signs point to Joe Steele.

Means, motive, opportunity.

Throw in a bit of class conflict.

Everything you say is true and I came here

hoping for a swift conclusion,

yet certain questions persist.

Why had Hana divested herself of her engagement ring?

She wore it on the fourth finger of her left hand.

What was her fiance intending to celebrate?

- Ma'am? - Yeah.

Frank Steele called, he wants to make a statement.

A statement?

Says he killed Rhys Gibson.

This thing on?

Yeah, it's on.

Rhys Gibson...

I killed him.

Why?

Rhys Gibson was a privileged little shit,

who knew he could attack my son

and nothing would be done...

by you.

I told Joe...

you don't steal a boxing trophy,

you earn it.

I told him to call Gibson,

and arrange to take it back.

They arranged to meet at the Black Boar at 1:30,

I disconnected the starter motor to Joe's car

and went there myself.

When Gibson saw me,

I could tell he wanted to run.

But I'd hemmed him in.

He's holding a bottle, he swings, misses,

I grab it and smash it over his head.

Self-defense.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I just wanted him to know

there are some lines you do not cross.

So?

Uh, hold on.

Not a word of what Frank Steele told you is true.

Not a word?

I would not even trust his conjunctions.

He is lying to protect his son.

In his confession, Frank Steele claimed

he told Joe to return the Golden Gloves trophy

to Rhys Gibson, a task he made impossible,

first by disabling his son's car,

then of course, by killing Rhys.

It would be perfectly logical, therefore,

for the trophy to be in, um... - Professor, that's your phone.

...mm, in his son's sports bag.

Footage of the arrest of Frank and Joseph Steele.

Pause.

Frank's expression when he sees the trophy in the bag

is one of surprise.

He is discovering for the first time

that Joe stole the trophy.

His confession is worthless.

He is covering for his son. Um...

Excuse me, I really must just take this.

Dean?

Jasper, I'm calling

at the insistence of your aunt.

She detects a deterioration in your mother's condition.

Has someone spoken to her about the test results?

Feminine intuition is the basis of her diagnosis.

But I must say,

regrettably,

your mother's breathing does seem more labored.

Thank you.

I'll get a car to take you to the hospital.

Right before the boxing match,

your dad gave an interview.

He said he tries to give his boxers a code to live by,

a sense of right and wrong.

Do you think that's true?

Yeah.

You love your dad?

Yes.

The question is, Joe,

are you gonna let him go to prison

for something that you've done?

Okay, Joe,

I need you to listen to me.

DCI Goswami: DS Winters, DC Highsmith,

please come to the DCI's office.

- What's that about? - No idea.

We had him, he's literally about to confess

and you pull us... - And do you think I'd do that

without good reason?

Our science bods have managed to put together

the shattered bottle, and they've lifted a print.

Not only that, we have a match.

Hana McBride.

Hana McBride?

We found her print on file

from some climate protest.

But the professor thought Joe did it.

Well, we all thought Joe did it.

Yeah, no but the professor,

how often does that happen?

Well, his mother might be dying.

I know I made loads of mistakes when...

You know what I'm saying. - So...

Sorry, can you give me one second?

Yeah.

- Call it in? - Please.

Am I too late?

No, no, it's okay.

Where is the consultant?

I've, um, I've just spoken to him.

W-What did he say?

He said your mother's spirit is willing but her heart,

I'm sorry...

Her heart is what?

Her heart is extremely weak.

Her loss of consciousness on the plane

was the result of two, possibly more, cardiac arrests.

Well, then why is she not in surgery?

She would not survive surgery.

How long?

Hours.

- So lovely. - It looks good on you,

it looks very good, it's your color, too.

Aww.

Oh, there's Kafka.

I thought we'd lost him.

How long?

Mother?

How long are they gonna keep me in for?

Have you spoken with the consultant?

- He was busy. - Busy?

- Mm. - What's the point

of subjecting me to all these tests

if he's too busy to tell me the results?

And what are you doing here?

Have you nothing better to do?

Zelda...

what did the consultant say?

Hana?

Oi, can one of you tell me what's going on?

Yeah, that's my sister.

Hana. Oi, why is she under arrest?

You're just gonna ignore me, are ya?

Sir, I'm gonna ask you to take a step back.

- Really? - You can't go any further, Sir,

turn around.

Yeah.

Where were you between the hours of 1:00 and 2:00 today?

Two nights ago, you wouldn't drink the champagne

that Rhys gave you.

Hana...

you're pregnant, aren't you?

Yeah, I am.

And you told Rhys...

and he broke off the engagement.

Can I just point out that Hana has an alibi

for the time you're asking about?

Well, we need to hear it from Hana.

I was at the university boxing club.

Her brother will corroborate.

Your prints were found on the murder weapon.

Can you tell us how they got there?

I must've picked up a bottle when I was at Rhys's house.

I've just seen Hana McBride leaving with her brother.

Yeah, her alibi checked out.

What, corroborated by Cormac?

It was. Don't worry, I haven't gone soft.

There was some CCTV from shops nearby

and they show that she arrived before 12:00

and left after 2:00.

And before you ask, the windows were bar red

and there's only one exit, so...

So, we go again with Joe Steele?

Yeah, tomorrow, he's on his eight hours, remember?

Right.

I'm going to entrust Kafka

to Ms. Snares.

I need you to do everything in your power

to ensure that Jasper, my dear sweet boy,

comes to no harm.

Mm, promise me, Zelda, promise me you'll look after Jasper.

I promise.

The last thing my mother did was make him promise

to look after me.

I really do think you should go back in.

Oh I, I, um, I, I need a moment.

A moment for what?

Jasper it... it...

- DCI Goswami: How's your mum... - DCI Goswami,

were you aware that the peacock

is the symbol of the Roman Catholic church?

The eye on the feather

represents an all seeing God.

Uh, okay. Why...?

I know who killed Rhys Gibson.

You released Hana because she was at the gym,

she was at the gym with me.

Well, we have proof that Hana was there.

I was there.

Yeah, we know, but you left at 1:15.

What does that prove?

You don't have an alibi for the murder

of Rhys Gibson.

I'll tell you what we know.

Hana's pregnant, Rhys dumped her,

then he's off to share a bottle of champagne

with his mates to celebrate his freedom.

And you have made a deathbed promise to your mother.

Mm, you already feel like you let her down,

and now Hana's pregnant, you blame yourself for that too.

But this rich kid, Rhys Gibson,

never had to worry about a thing in his life, but...

he's about to walk away from his responsibilities.

You just want him to do what's right.

For the tape, I am showing the suspect

Rhys Gibson's wallet.

Do you know what he said?

He took out his wallet and he said,

"How much to make it go away?"

Like my sister's baby could be thrown out like trash,

like... like everything our family believes in

could be bought. So yeah, I was angry

and I shouted and I wanted to lash out

but I... I didn't because I'm not... I'm not a killer.

Cormac, listen carefully.

This isn't just about you, mate.

Hana gave us a false alibi

and that makes her an accessory.

If you continue to deny it,

then she will be giving birth in prison.

We pieced together the champagne bottle,

and we tested it for fingerprints,

we don't have yours on file,

but when we do, we'll have proof

you handled the murder weapon.

Just tell us the truth,

and Hana's statement doesn't have to go to the CPS.

You have no idea...

how hard I've tried.

My mother, she knew she was dying,

and I... I promised her that I'd...

And I've let her down.

Okay.

Noli timere.

Just me.