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Cheers, cheers...

Live from Cambridge University,

it's the 27th Sterling Pen Awards.

Please welcome your host,

Miss Juliette Carrisford!

A warm welcome to everyone, to this...

- Mum?
- I'm in here.

The 27th Sterling Pen Awards
for literature.

- You okay?
- I'm fine, I'm fine.

You know, things being what they are.

- Yes.
- Oh, thank you.

Oh, you're not back on these?

Well, you weren't here
to boss me around.

Mom, you combat agoraphobia
with therapy, not pills.

Sh-sh, sh-sh.

Oh. This is why you were so keen
to have me around.

Well, how often do we get
to spend time together,

just the two of us, hey?

This is not just the two of us, is it?

...front runner.

And this year's Sterling Pen Award

for best crime novel goes to...

...an individual

who in a former life

was a Cambridge professor
of criminology.

Yes!

For 'Unhappy Birthday',

Hamish Maclean!

Well done, old friend.

Okay.

Thank you, wow, so unexpected,

uh, to be in such company.

I can only say I am not worthy,
but truly grateful.

I don't know how you can watch this.

Thanks to...

He's the reason you can't go out.

No, that's nonsense, darling, come on.

And above all, for putting up
with me, to my family.

You're welcome.

Couldn't mention you by name, or me.

Maclean! You stole my life!

You're a disgrace!

Ooh...

You're a liar! You're a thief!
You're a liar!

Oh my God, it's Tom.

You're a disgrace!
You're a disgrace, Maclean!

Ladies and gentlemen,
my number one fan,

master criminal Tom Evans.

Living proof, never drink
on an empty head.

Well done, Dad.

Poke the bear.

Key in your choice of exposure.

Between one and ten,
estimate your anxiety level.

You have selected seven.

You now have five seconds to proceed.

Between one and ten, now key in
your actual anxiety experience.

Four. I am proud of you.

Insufferable.

Let's try this again tomorrow.

Right, so this is Hamish Maclean,

hit by a car and killed last night.

The accident, assuming it was,

happened right outside his house.

- CCTV?
- Oh, the irony.

A campaign to ban CCTV
in the neighborhood

was led by guess who?

So, we haven't got a make, model,

or license plate of the car
that killed him.

We do, however,
have a person of interest.

Yeah.

You're a disgrace!
You're a liar!

You're a disgrace!
You're a disgrace, Maclean!

That's Tom Evans.

He did five years in prison
for aggravated burglary

and he was released
when it came to light

that evidence that backed his alibi

hadn't been made available
to his defense.

Hang on.

Hello?

- On purpose?
- Evans had a reputation.

I think somebody thought they
were doing the public a favor.

Yeah, okay, okay.

- He's in custody.
- Okay.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

Two years ago, Hamish Maclean
published a novel

based on your case.
- Bestseller.

But he didn't pay you, and he
didn't even give you a credit.

And then there he is.
He's on stage, having a pop.

Everybody's laughing.

Two hours later he's knocked down

by a car and killed.

Could you tell us where your car is?

2002 blue Citro�n,
registered to your address.

You really think
I killed Hamish Maclean?

Please answer the question.

Yeah, I left it
where I always leave it,

right outside my house.

And when I got home last night,
it wasn't there.

We should take another run
at him in an hour.

No. Let him stew.

Prioritize finding the car.

Get that, we've got him.

Okay.

Prof T: I have prepared
a mushroom risotto.

Ooh.

Well, shall we have a...?

Oh, yes. Um...

- The app's working well, then?
- Yes.

Uh, exposure therapy. He tells
me I am making progress.

He? You do know it's a bot?

Well, uh, it helps to personalize it.

I, um...

I gave it a male name.

Why not a female?

Because we are discussing things
of a delicate nature.

Oh. Such as?

Well...

If you can tell your male
fantasy bot, you can tell me.

Today I inputted, um,

occasional complications
with regard to...

what one might refer to as physicality.

I also mentioned our recent, um...

- Kiss?
- Yes.

Not exactly recent.

Thirteen days.

He, well, it, uh, suggested

we might wish to experiment
with other forms of activity.

Hmm.

I could...

give you a massage.

Sorry, the risotto
requires my attention. Sorry.

Lucky old risotto.

Don't be so disgusting with them.

'Cause I want it put in the mouth.

You can get your own. No!
- You don't have to be so...

- No, you made your bed.
- ...like, gatekeepery about it.

Ah...

This is alright, isn't it?

Yeah.

What?

Um...

Remember when we met?

- Yeah, the pub.
- Yeah.

What were you doing there?

Fate.

Seriously.

Um...

Spirits half price.

Why are you asking?

Um, my boss wanted to know.

Your boss?

Well, yeah.
'Cause your dad, I think...

Dan, your boss has no idea
about me or my dad.

It's easy to judge when you don't know

what people have been through.

Well, tell me.

Okay.

Here's one.

My dad's six years old,
his mum walks out.

Gone.

It's just him and Wesley
the whole summer.

Wes is eight.

Social services put them
in different care homes,

and no contact for nine years.

And what happened to the mother?

She didn't want to know.

My dad never saw her again.

Babe, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I just, um...

It's alright.

Oh... Sorry.

It's okay.

You can have all
my chocolate sprinkles.

Yeah. And all my pudding.

I meant to ask actually, did you,

did you know Hamish Maclean?

Oh, um, yes.

I mean, there was a time
I would've gone so far

as to call us friends.

Um, my first year as a lecturer,
- Hm.

He and his wife were
extremely supportive.

Oh. I'm sorry.

He left the department to write
and we lost touch.

I did actually watch the awards show.

- Hm.
- And then this morning,

the news of his death.

Quite a few fans in my,
in my book club.

Well, we assume a door
will always be open and then...

without warning, it closes forever.

You know, his wife might
appreciate a visit.

Reconnect.

Show support.

Maybe, yeah.

Ma'am. Yeah, yeah.

Why should it take a death
to bring old friends together?

Indeed.

I have been most remiss.

Do you still take it black?

I do.

Um, this is, uh,

not as I remember it.
- Oh, yes.

Hamish had Grace painted out
and replaced with his dog.

Hm.

They argued over her choice
of boyfriend.

Tom Evans.

Grace went out with him
to annoy Hamish, and...

well, it certainly worked.

Shall we change the subject?

Um, I believe you've been
working with the police?

Yes. They have taken
Tom Evans into custody.

Oh, good!

Oh...

You know we endured
months of Evans threatening us,

demanding money.

But I...

I never dreamed it would end like this.

The novel that drew
on Evans' experiences,

that was some years ago.

Well, Hamish's publisher
sold the film rights,

and Evans wanted his share.

I won't feel safe

till he's locked away.

And for good this time.

Okay, clock's ticking on Evans.

What have we got?

Okay, so we know that Hamish Maclean

left the awards ceremony by night bus.

Footage from that bus shows
that he arrives at his street,

Cleveland Row at 1.15am.

As we know, Cleveland Row, no CCTV.

However, there is CCTV here,
here, here, and here.

So, if we're assuming
that the car that hit Hamish

left Cleveland Row,

it would've shown up
on one of these, but it wasn't.

But uniform have searched
Cleveland Row.

Yeah, well, not well enough

because a car doesn't just disappear.

Okay. You take four officers.

Don't come back till you've found it.

Oh, happily.

- Uh, DS Winters?
- Ma'am?

Did you get a chance
to talk to your friend?

What she was doing in an old man's pub?

Yeah. Um, her ex
liked a bargain.

Went in for the half price spirits.

Anything else?

No.

Okay, thanks.

Oh, the Salvation Army
are coming to pick them up.

Hard to imagine Hamish in that.

Oh, that's mine. Never worn.

Grace bought it for me,
made me hang it there.

An incentive to get better.

Is it serving its purpose?

It just reminds me I'm a woman
with long-term agoraphobia.

And do you still have
your 'me time' on the roof?

Every day at two.

Hm.

Hamish didn't deserve to die like that.

Promise me you'll get a conviction.

You know I cannot in good faith
make that promise.

Just do your best.

That's all I ask.

You stole my life!
You're a, you're a thief!

And you're a liar!
You're a disgrace!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

That place has been empty
for years, love.

Thanks.

Uh, my number one fan

and master criminal, Tom Evans.

Living proof you should never
drink on an empty head.

I've had news from forensics.

The dent on the bonnet
of Tom Evans' car

is consistent with hitting a pedestrian

between speeds of 40 to 50
miles per hour.

Also, fibers matching the type
of jacket Hamish was wearing

was found on the wind screen wipers.

Right.

Good afternoon...

You've got the ammo.
Finish it off.

- Thanks, Ma'am.
- Thanks, Ma'am.

Professor, good timing.

I think you got home,
drove to Hamish Maclean's,

and waited.
- Oh, yeah.

You should be a writer, mate.
You got a gift for fiction.

How do you account for the damage done

to the bonnet of your car?

The car had been stolen.

Oh, yeah, stolen and then hidden
in a garage.

We found fibers from Hamish
Maclean's jacket on your car.

So, you have a motive, opportunity,

and no alibi.

- Or I was stitched up.
- Hm.

It happens.

Okay, opinions. Do we have
enough evidence to charge him?

We've got a motive, strong forensics,

threatening behavior.

Yeah, I think we've got enough.

The fiber evidence is strong,

if forensics can prove
it came from the actual jacket

worn by Hamish Maclean.

Well, that's gonna take some time.

Tom Evans' profile is not that

of a preternaturally violent man.

That's not what I heard.

An assessment by the prison
psychiatric team

recommended a move to an open facility.

There was nothing in their report

to suggest that Tom Evans
was a danger to others.

In my opinion, Tom Evans
should be released

with immediate effect.

Why am I here, if not for my insight?

If the Professor's right

and Evans had nothing to do with this,

he could sue us for wrongful arrest.

Just luck his car was
used to kill Hamish Maclean?

What if somebody else used the car?

'Cause that's a win-win.

Maclean's dead,
Evans has been arrested.

Victimized again.

So, who's he working with?

- Ma'am?
- Mm-hm?

Since we're not, like,
100 percent on Tom Evans,

I was looking at some alternatives.

- Okay.
- So, two years ago,

Tom Evans' car gets pulled over.

Driver's way over the limit
and gets an 18 month ban.

- Grace Maclean.
- Mm-hm.

I spoke to the Professor,
he's a family friend.

Turns out that Tom and Grace
were a thing for a bit.

Mm.

I'm just wondering if there's a world

where they've planned this together.

Find some evidence first.

Wasn't a no.

I want the immediate release
of my client.

You probably don't
need reminding that my client

was a victim of an egregious
miscarriage of justice.

Oh, it's all we talk about.

His arrest is attracting
widespread media attention.

With Tom's history and the fact you're

investigating the murder
of a well-known writer,

you need to tread carefully.

That 36 hour limit's almost up,
and I don't want a man

already traumatized
from wrongful incarceration

spending another three nights in a cell

because you've managed to convince some

Cretaceous era
magistrate that you have a case.

You can't prove
my client drove that car.

And as I'm sure you're aware,

the fibers matched the type
of jacket worn by Maclean.

Similar particles can be recovered

from any car in the country.

Slightly overplaying your hand, there.

Well, if you think you can prove
any of that in court, crack on.

I'll tell my client to look forward

to another six figure payout, shall I?

Professor, quick question.

How sure are you that Tom Evans
didn't do it?

Unequivocally sure.

No room for doubt?

None whatsoever.
Do you plan to release him?

Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Come.

You are pursuing a second lead
in the Hamish Maclean case.

- Yes.
- What do you have?

Emily Maclean. I spoke to her.

Her and her husband had separate wills.

Turns out that her husband
had written Grace out of his.

Because of Grace's affair
with Tom Evans.

Yeah. And the best part
about it...

Grace knew that she would not
be picked up on the CCTV

outside her parents' house.

Her father also replaced her
with a dog,

should you require further motive.

- A dog?
- Mm. A bloodhound.

What, what do you mean
he replaced her with a dog?

In a family portrait.

So Grace had means,
motive, and opportunity.

Those facts are indisputable.

Do you really think she would
kill her own dad?

I think you should
follow your instincts.

Okay.

Thanks.

Mm-hm.

DCI Goswami, come in.

This is Chester. Chester Vass.

Thanks.

Do you know that your daughter's
dating one of my officers?

Yeah.

How do you feel about it?

What's that expression?

Over the moon.

That's how I feel.

In fact, my whole family's
doing cartwheels.

I just hope he's not one of
the ones we keep hearing about.

And which ones are those?

The corrupt.

The violent.

Ones that are easy to bribe.

DS Winters has an exemplary record.

And what about the ones who put
a man with a heart condition

in a choke hold?

There was a full inquiry,
Mr. Vass, as you well know.

Witnesses heard him shouting,
"I can't breathe."

Witnesses lied.
Nobody touched your brother.

Was it you?

With the choke hold?

Or were you just part of the cover up?

We're done here.

Tell Danny boy, thanks for the advice.

What advice?

What advice?

The police have Grace in custody
and they've released Tom Evans!

I mean, what on earth is going on?

They are pursuing a number of avenues.

I have to talk to her.

Well, that will not be possible
while she's in custody.

Well, I'll call a solicitor.

Oh, these things are never
charged when you need them.

Excuse me.

How was your relationship
with your father?

Um, my father and I had
our differences.

I watched him turn into
a drunken, aggressive bully.

Like, he undermined my mother
so much that she was...

physically unable to leave the house.

Do you recognize this house?

- No.
- Belongs to an elderly woman,

um, Eithne Hoyle.

Your mother said that you used
to do the shopping for her.

Oh, I didn't know her name.

Are you and Tom Evans together?

No. That was over years ago.

When you arrived here,
you deposited your property

at the custody desk.

That's your stuff, yeah?

Can you identify the keys?

Um, yeah.

My... that's my house key.

And, uh, my car key.

What about that one?

Um, I don't know.

I think you do.

We checked it with the murder weapon.

The murder weapon?

Tom Evans' car.

Why do you have a key to his car?

Um, uh...

That could have been in my bag
since we split up.

That proves nothing.

Listen to me, Tom.

Go to the edge of the roof.

Good. Very good.

Don't do it, mate. Don't do
it!

Come on, son, don't be silly!

Listen to me very carefully, Tom...

- Excuse me?
- I want you to...

What, what are you doing here?

...step...

Sir?

Tom!

W-w-wait, wait...

No!

One of the students
said he fell backwards.

He did.

Odd way to do it. And why here?

Someone could have been badly hurt.

Someone was.

Oh yes. Utterly appalling,
all of it.

Hm.

It looks as if they're coming
for you, Jasper.

I believe you are correct.

Professor Jasper Tempest,

I'm placing you under arrest
in connection

with the suspicious death of Tom Evans.

Is the use of handcuffs either
reasonable or necessary?

You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention something
you may rely on in court.

Oh, have some common sense, this
man is an eminent professor.

Eminent?

I've made a mental note of your number.

Unwarranted use of force.

What's he done this time?

I have no idea.

That's Tom Evans.
Looks like he pushed him.

What?

He's dead.
And the Professor's in custody.

What, do you want us to interview him?

No. Sterile corridors on this.

I've passed it on,
and they're sending in a DCI.

If I want to murder Tom Evans,

I'm not gonna do it
where I can be filmed, am I?

I called the university.

This CCTV was only installed
a month ago.

- What, so he didn't know?
- I don't know.

What I do know is that
I released Tom Evans

on the advice of the Professor.

And Evans murdered Hamish,
his former colleague and friend.

So, that's motive.

Exactly.

DCI Becker.

Uh, DCI Goswami.
This is my team.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi.

I've been informed about
your connections

to Professor Tempest.

You're recused from the investigation.

All of you.

Professor Tempest,
you stood trial for discharging

an unlicensed shotgun
in this very police station.

The case was dismissed.

Got a history of taking the law
into your own hands.

You recently lost your mother.

Yes.

First your mother, then your friend.

What was it Freud said about grieving?

He said that it involves a departure

from the normal attitude to life.

I'm not a huge fan of Freud,
but you got that right.

You wanted to see me.

Close the door.

I had a chat with Chester Vass today.

Right.

Tell me you didn't advise him

to drive an anonymous car

and to lose the personalized plates.

Um...

Well, Leonie said her dad
kept getting pulled over,

and, uh...
- Dan.

If I put that on your record,

you'll spend every interview
for the rest of your career

trying to explain it, and you'll
never get out of that office.

Sorry, Ma'am.
It won't happen again.

Where's this all gonna end?

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm checking out reviews.

- New steak house sounds decent.
- We need to talk.

Your dad spoke to my boss.

And remember you said
he kept getting pulled over?

Yeah. And you said tell him
to get a family saloon.

It was a throwaway comment
between us. Like, you and me.

Why would you tell your dad?

I'm sorry. I, I...
I didn't think.

Yeah. Well, now I'm being told
that career-wise,

I've gone as far as I'm gonna go.

He knew what he was doing,
he's not getting away with that.

- What are you gonna say to him?
- I don't know.

But if I don't put a stop
to it now, he'll keep doing it.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

I have had the most dreadful day.

Oh...

The board, I'm afraid to say,
is gunning for Jasper.

Tall poppy syndrome.

His brilliance exposes
their mediocrity.

Hm. My worry is that
their lack of support

will drive him to the United States.

American universities
are big game hunters,

academically speaking.

And Jasper is a prize quarry.

Jasper? In America?

He wouldn't do that.
- Huh! I don't know, he might.

That would mean leaving Helena.

You'll have to talk to the board.

Make them see reason.

Ah. There is one
other slight problem

and something I perhaps I should
have mentioned earlier.

What?

Your nephew, Jasper...

and there's no gracious way
to frame this...

What, for God's sake?

He's been arrested. For murder.

What?!

Ah. I should perhaps have led
with that.

It'll keep him in the country.

Would you rather be in the cell?

I would rather be at home.

They're brand new sheets and pillows.

Don't go AWOL, and for God's sakes,

don't tell anyone I did this.

I'm risking my job here.

I have not yet had my phone call.

Oh. Well, who's your lawyer?

I wish to speak
with Dr. Goldberg.

Jasper?

You succeeded.

Yeah, but not exactly maximum security.

Anyway, my book group
came through for me.

You've read these?

No, but I was there when
one of them was discussed.

And the general consensus
seemed to be that, yeah,

this was his best.
- Happy Birthday.

Unhappy Birthday.
- Yes.

So, what you told me about
Tom Evans on the, on the roof.

- Falling.
- Yeah, but before that

you said he seemed to be in a stupor.

- Indeed.
- Yeah. Well, that reminded me

of something that the group
had been talking about,

because the victim in this
is also in a stupor and he dies

because he can't stop eating
his own birthday cake.

And this won an award?

Yeah, but that's not the point.
The point...

He dies because he can't stop
eating his own birthday cake.

Ah, Jasper, look, just read it.

- Morning, Liz.
- Morning.

Morning.
I've got some good news.

Did you know that the Unabomber

was convicted on the basis
of forensic linguistics?

You haven't slept, have you?

Each of his messages created
a unique linguistic fingerprint,

including, ironically enough,

a misspelling of the word 'clue'.

Professor, you've been granted bail.

There were two eyewitnesses
in the building opposite

who both said they saw
you were trying to save Evans.

As I told you.

Where did all this come from?

No, actually, don't tell me.
I don't want to know.

I've got enough going on.

I am close to a solution.

However, I need to see a
toxicology report on Tom Evans.

It's not in yet.
The lab opens at eight.

Why?

Each of these contains
a motive for murder.

Well, they are crime novels.

The murder of Hamish Maclean.

Come on, ah, forensics lab.

Why must they compound the torture

of being placed on hold
by inflicting Ode to Joy...

Hello, uh, Professor Jasper Tempest.

I urgently need to have sight
of the post-mortem report

for one Thomas Evans.

Jasper, the law faculty board...

Ode to Joy.

Yes, at risk of adding
insult to injury,

the faculty board
has suspended you from teaching

until further notice.

Your exploits are drawing
too much negative attention.

You will have a chance to
explain yourself this afternoon.

Well, the board shall have to wait.

- Jasper, I can't just...
- I have no time to waste.

Someone went to a great deal of trouble

to frame me for the murder
of Tom Evans.

Now that I have been released,
they're going to try again.

To frame you?

No...

Of course.

You're correct.

They're not going to frame me.

Much simpler to murder me.

Well, you seem inordinately pleased

at the prospect of your own dispatch.

I am.
Since it affords a solution

that is efficient, effective,
and elegant.

DCI Goswami, this is
Professor Jasper Tempest.

No, I am not jogging.
I am merely walking at speed.

I am calling to request
your assistance.

What does this assistance entail?

And what is physostigmine?

DCI Goswami, she called to tell
me you'd been released.

What was that all about?

A misunderstanding.
No cause for concern.

Oh. She also said you're close
to naming Hamish's killer.

We are lacking
one crucial piece of evidence.

Can you tell me?

I'm sure you can appreciate,

I cannot risk prejudicing the case.

Ah...

Yes, you're like Hamish.

Keep them in suspense till the end.

The end of a novel is like the
final bars of a great symphony.

Take a seat.
Kettle's just boiled.

You were too principled
to promise me you'd catch them,

but I knew you would.

I have not caught them yet.

You will.

Would you like a biscuit with that?

No, thank you.

It helps the digestive system.

You always were so adept
at taking care of me.

Oh...

Ah...

Nice cup of tea.

It does wonders to ease
the stress of the day.

I always say you can think
so much better

with a cup of Earl Grey.

Just keep walking.

Professor Tempest?

Jasper, you know I have always
looked after you.

Walk to the edge of the roof.

There's a small parapet.

I want you to stand on it.

I need you to stand on the parapet.

Can you do that?
- Yes.

Now, Jasper...

Don't do it!

You know I've always
looked after you...

Just one more step

and merge with the beautiful,
clear blue air.

- No!
- Ah!

Just... step back.

You said that wouldn't happen!

Professor!

Professor?

Professor!

Emily Maclean, you are under arrest

for the murders of Tom Evans
and Hamish Maclean,

and for the attempted murder
of Professor Jasper Tempest.

Can I just remind you
that my client until yesterday

had not left her house for ten years.

Medication's working well then,
isn't it?

Why was it deemed necessary to detain

an elderly lady overnight?

Our forensic linguistics team

had a lot of reading to get through.

The style of this novel
is radically different

from your husband's previous work.

Yeah. Success began
with the fifth novel.

That's the one about Tom Evans'
wrongful imprisonment.

Stylometric analysis of your letters

show that you wrote those novels.

This is all circumstantial.
We need a confession.

How did it feel?

To have written four
really successful novels

and have your husband just take
all the credit for them?

Thank you, wow. So unexpected
to be in such company.

I mean, this one...

it's up for a major award,

and you're just sat there

watching Hamish lap up all he applause.

He didn't even give you a mention.

- Ghosted his ghostwriter.
- Hm.

He'd promised you, didn't he?

Promised you that you would finally get

the credit that you deserve.

That's why you invited Grace
to hear him say it.

But... he didn't.

Couldn't mention you by name, or me.

Uh, I've had enough of this.

We found traces of the drug scopolamine

in Tom Evans' system.

It causes people to become
extremely suggestible.

It's been used to commit robbery
and to kill.

Tom!

No!

You knew about that.

You researched it for this novel.

We also found traces of the drug

in the tea that you gave
Professor Tempest.

You were too principled to
promise me you'd catch them,

but I knew you would.

I have not caught them yet.

You will.

Why didn't you just tell people
that you wrote the books?

Because my husband made it very clear

how easy it would be to turn me
into a laughing stock.

The delusional, depressive wife,

locked away in the attic.

And yes, he promised if he won,
he'd credit me.

And I wanted so badly for Grace
to hear him finally say,

to finally say that I had some worth.

It was a very clever plot
to kill your husband.

Not clever enough.

What was it that made you
think it was her?

Her jacket.

There was a pressure mark
on the shoulder.

She said that she had never worn it.

I hoped that it had not been
caused by a seatbelt

reacting to sudden impact.

Like when she ran over her husband.

They welcomed me into their home.

The warmth between them, it was, um...

something new to me.

What happened?

You're the psychologist.

Should we, um...?

Normally, yes.

But not here?

It's not about location.

It's about this, which my ex sent me,

out of the blue.

Perhaps I should have mentioned this.

Let me just get this straight.

The forensic medical examiner
injected you with, with what?

Physostigmine.

The antidote to...
- Scopolamine, yes.

I... I got that bit.
But what I didn't get

is why you came so close
to walking off a roof.

Well, I can only assume I was
plied with a stronger dose.

And this insane risk, you didn't
think to mention it to me?

It was perfectly safe.

It was not perfectly safe, Jasper!

For God's sake, you almost died!
- DCI Goswami was there.

I mean, you wouldn't even know
about scopolamine

if it hadn't been for me!
We're supposed to be partners!

We're supposed to be a team!

Why... why did Emily Maclean
kill her husband?

- Well, because she felt...
- Because she felt invisible.

Your work at the police station
comes before me.

Your work at the university
comes before me.

Everything comes before me.
- Not anymore.

I have been suspended.

- Suspended?
- Yes.

Oh.

The board believes my antics

are starting to outweigh my value.

I mean...

Every time I think
we've made a bit of progress,

we just...

slide right back to the start.

Well, we don't have to be here.

I mean, you did tell me
that you'd had offers.

In Boston.
Uh, John Adams University.

I taught two semesters at Linn-
Beck College in Massachusetts.

They... they did say they'd
welcome me back anytime.

A fresh start.

Give ourselves a chance.

The reason that I came here
was to thank you for your help.

Oh. Good.

That must have been hard.

You solved the case.

Oh, come on. I helped.

Let's not get carried away.

Shall we try again?

Have you ever been to Boston?

No.

But my reasons for remaining
in Cambridge have gone.

Is this actually happening?

Yes.

I can't wait to show you around!

The harbor, the...
Beacon Hill.

The trees... oh, in autumn.

They're just so beautiful...