All language subtitles for The.Inspector.Lynley.Mysteries.S01E03.For.the.Sake.of.Elena.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track04

- There's a, there's a girl.

She's back there on the island.

She, ah, oh, please!

- Pack your rucksack, Havers.

Polish up your Wittgenstein,
we're...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry, I thought you
were someone else.

Sorry.

Havers?

The kitchen what?

- Dash home, get your stuff,
we're off to Cambridge.

- Your fish?

What, and you just left her
on her own to go and feed?

- Female undergraduate, several
severe blows to the head.

- Shh!

Mrs. G., I'm not
paying you to...

I don't care if it was
only five minutes, what,

Okay, okay, okay.

Just, no, it's fine, fine.

I will find her.

you stay put,

and ring me the minute
she turns up!

It's Mum.

I don't know where to start,
I mean, she could be anywhere!

Uh, try the hairdresser's,
up there on the left.

- Any luck?

- No, try up there.

What if she's got on a bus, or,

what if she's wandering along
the middle of the Westway?

Then we'll find her.

- I'm sure you'll be
familiar with the names,

um, or perhaps even with the
story of Heloise and Abelard,

those, um, tragic lovers,
iconic tragic lovers,

whose doomed passion
rocked Christendom.

But imagine for me, if
you will, Pierre Abelard,

um, 1079 to 1142.

This, um, wunderkind,

this baby-faced

professor of dialectics--

- Dr Weaver, excuse me.

- Mum!

Stop, stop the car.

Stop!

Mum!

Look, Mum, what you doing?

- Always the last one
out, your brother.

- No, no, Mum, Terry's...

Oh!

Oh, Mum, you gave
me such a fright!

Let's go home, eh?

Yeah?

Come on.

- You're all right, sir.

You're okay, you just
need to sit down.

- My little girl.

Hello!

You're back!

How's the baby,

you had a baby?
- Gorgeous.

What
have you got?

I've
got a little girl,

she's absolutely gorgeous.

- A nice cup of tea for
you, dear, two sugars.

It's OK. We're doing fine.

We're managing.

OK, we're NOT managing.

I'm not managing.

Do you know what I was
thinking before we found her?

What would happen if she crossed

the road and a bus
plowed into her?

Wouldn't that be the
perfect answer

to all my problems?

Well, go on, then, say it.

- Have a fag.

- No, say what a crap
daughter I am!

- Actually I was going to
say something rather trite,

like maybe the time
has come et cetera.

- Well, isn't that convenient?

- Stop beating yourself
up, Havers.

- No, it is So convenient,
because,

well, I've got the
chance of this

cracking little flat
in Chalk Farm,

which I could almost afford

if I sell up and dump
Mum in a home.

I had a look round
one last week.

Hawthorn Lodge,

select residential care
for the elderly.

- And?

- I can't do it.

- She fancies one of
them wafers with her tea.

- So forget it, flats are out.

And that, er, Cambridge
job, sir,

I can't leave her.

Not after this.

Take DS Beal.

- I think I'd rather
work with a warthog.

North Circular, M11.

You'd be home every night.

Think about it.

- Strictly off the record, ok?

But what happened was this.

A junior don had killed himself

earlier this year, I mean,

Hi, George. Hello.

Classic case of suicide,

cut and dried.

But one of our CID officers made

a complete pig's ear of
investigating it,

and caused a lot of bad
feeling town and gown

so we're bringing in
someone from the Met

seemed like a sensitive option.

Coffee, Edwina, There's
a love when you're ready.

- Er, the girl?

- Elena Weaver, yes.

Student at St Stephen's
College
-

same place her father's
a professor.

It's all in here.

Early-morning training run.

Knocked unconscious
and strangled

with the cord of her
tracksuit hood.

No sign of sexual assault.

Take a seat.

- Knocked unconscious with what?

- Not a clue, can't agree
on anything, forensics,

a couple of squabbling
old women!

- The lady who found
the body Sarah Gordon?

- Out sketching in the
fog would you believe?

- Sarah Gordon the artist?

The Sarah Gordon?

The one who's got that
thing on BBC Two?

- No idea, never watch it.

- Arts Axis.

- Thank you!

- So, Miss Gordon discovered
the body

at 7.30am this morning,
at which point, the girl

had been dead for
three-quarters of an hour.

- I hope you've dusted
down that chair.

We're not used to
entertaining aristocracy.

- Any luck?

All sorted.

We've managed to fix you
up with rooms in college.

- Oh, thank you.

- And it's a sad fact
Inspector, but my boss

wouldn't know a painting
from a pot noodle.

It is the Sarah Gordon.

- Good evening sir.

Detective Inspector Lynley?

- Yes.

- Goodnight Dr. Troughton.

- Yes, goodnight.

Thank you.

- May I take you back sir?

- Thank you.

So, tell me, who was on
duty early this morning?

- I was, sir, and,
yes, sir, I did see

Miss Weaver leave the college.

- Any idea what sort of time?

- Her usual time, sir. 6.30.

She runs most mornings.

Ran most mornings.

- Hello?

- I guess you must be
Inspector Lynley?

- I guess I must.

- We were expecting you.

I'm Dr Weaver's research
student,

Adam Jenn. Hi.

Yeah it's knocked
us all sideways,

this business.

Before,

Um, any problems,
anything you want,

I work right over there,
across the quad.

Second floor, Dr Weaver's rooms.

- Thanks.

- See you around.

- Researching what?

- Oh, uh...monastic power
in 13th Century Europe.

- I take it Dr Weaver's
an historian?

- You've heard of
the Penford Chair?

Well, Dr Weaver's
on the short list.

- Good for him, good
for you too presumably.

- You're not joking,
I'd kill my grandmother

to work with a Penford
professor.

- Let's hope he gets it, then.

- No, of course you must stay
with us, Justine insisted.

- I want to see my daughter.

- Just get in the car,
Glynnis, please.

- I want to see her!

- You don't, trust
me, you don't.

Her face.

- So, Weaver's daughter

as brilliant as her dad?

- Pretty much, yeah.

Try the shower.

Although, She made a
cockup of her first year.

Too many parties, hangovers,
too many one-night stands.

So the authorities came
down heavy on her.

Hang on, something's happening.

- In what way heavy?

- Oh she had to be in before
midnight, stuff like that.

Then they gave her
a student mentor.

This guy Gareth Randolph,
President of the CDS.

- CDS, What's that?

- Cambridge Deaf Society.

Which, of course,
Dr. Weaver hated.

He could never admit
Elena had a disability.

I'm sorry, you've completely
lost me now.

- Elena was deaf,
profoundly deaf.

Quiet!

- You swore to me,
you promised me,

you'd never let her run alone!

- She didn't run alone.

She ran with Justine.

- You trusted my daughter's
safety to your trophy wife?

- That's enough!

- Your bit of,
- Glynn!

- So why weren't you with
her this morning then?

- Because she phoned
us last night

and said she wasn't
running today.

- This really doesn't
touch you, does it?

You're not a mother.

You don't know what it's
like to lose a child!

- So, no, Dr Weaver and
his wife, his first wife,

they wanted Elena to grow
up as normal as possible.

It's a tricky call though I mean

she could lip-read brilliantly,
but do you handicap a child

even more by refusing to
let her learn sign language.

- They wouldn't even
let her learn?

- Absolutely not.

Then this character I told
you about, Gareth Randolph,

he started teaching her,
which caused a shed-load

of trouble.

- You knew Elena pretty
well, didn't you?

- Pretty well, yeah.

We went out a couple of times.

Dr Weaver asked me to
ease her path socially.

- But?

- He hadn't got a
clue about her.

She was firing on all
cylinders socially.

She didn't need me
to ease her path.

I don't know,

maybe,

I guess I wasn't her type.

I remember
the day I met Agnes so well.

I was sat in my office.

The curtains were
drawn but the rest

of the furniture was real!

I needed a drink.

I mixed myself a card-table
cocktail.

They're very strong.

If you drink more than two,

your legs fold under you!

Then it happened.

The door opened

and there stood Agnes.

I recognized her from the
photograph in the paper.

She was a society girl, a
member of the upper set,

kept her bottom set
in her purse!

- I thought you'd be asleep.

- No.

- What am I gonna do Justine?

Hold me.

- You've been with her.

- I haven't.
- With your soul mate.

- I haven't seen her.

I haven't spoken to her!

You named your terms,
Justine, I've kept my word,

to the letter.

Oh, for Christ's sake, hold me!

My daughter's dead!

- So you rush to
her for comfort?

- Help me!

- And last night?

Where were you last night?

- I was in college.

I had work to do.
You know I did!

- You're a liar, Phillip!

I phoned your rooms.

You weren't there.

You've come straight
from her bed to mine!

- Hello.

- It's me.

How's Cambridge?

Full of rich, poncy students?

- Knee deep in them.

Isn't, er,
Helen staying in Cambridge?

- With her sister.

So, is this a late-night
chat or business?

- Um, late-night chat.

Um so, who did you decide
to take in the end?

- No one.

- Oh, uh so, suppose I get
things sorted out with Mrs. G,

and suppose I get
there about 10ish?

- Probably best to park at
the police station then?

- I'm sorry!

I get so frightened

you'll go back to her and I'll,

Please, Phillip!

If you still want to,

I won't mention babies.

You can use something
if you like.

Please, Phillip,
Give me a chance.

Where are you going?

Oh, stop
it, Elena! Please, come on.

Stand up properly.

Smile, stand still, smile!

I've got a tape running.

Stop it.

Daddy, will I do?

- Stop playing around.

People will be here in a minute.

- Hey watch out!

- Good morning madam.

- I'm looking for
Detective Inspector Lynley.

- He's just come back
from his run, madam.

- Your run?

- Thought I'd check out
the route the victim ran.

Nearly killed me!

Do you see the papers
on the bed there?

- Yep.
- Have a read.

So, who do you think would kill
a bright, beautiful student?

Profoundly deaf, a brilliant
lip reader, into partying,

into running.

- A random thing?

I don't know, some pervert?

- I don't think it was random.

I think it was planned.

I mean the guy knocked
her out from behind.

- He thought she'd
recognize him.

- Or because he knew she
wouldn't hear him coming.

- The woman who found
her, Sarah Gordon?

- Yeah, she's a well-known
artist with her own,

- I know who she is!

I don't just read
celebrity gossip.

So, it's actually her?

- Actually her, yeah.

- Oh.

- Right, so.

Shall we get the tough
one over with first?

- Yeah.

You gonna put some uh?

Oh, sorry.

Um.

I'll just,

- My daughter was, um,

gosh, it's extremely difficult.

Um.

She was very fragile.

- Fragile?

- Yes, and I blame
myself for that.

Five years old, you go to
bed and everything's fine.

Wake up in the morning and
Daddy's walked out of your life.

Imagine what that
does to a child.

Sorry.

I mean, the thing is,

My first wife and I,

well it simply wasn't
working out.

And then I met Justine.

So when we discovered
about my daughter's, um,

her deafness,

obviously, I wanted to do
whatever I could to ease her
way.

- So you pulled strings to
get her into St. Stephen's?

- She'd probably have
got in anyway.

She was a very bright girl.

But I thought because she
was here with us, well,

living in college, it
was like a second chance.

It's not easy living
with the knowledge that,

when she was little,
I put my own,

I put my own happiness
above hers.

Everything was fine.

And what was so good was that

Elena and my wife
were really close.

They used to go shopping
together.

Justine used to help
her with her clothes.

Didn't you darling?

Justine's wonderful
at, um, style.

You know, style, polish,
things of that kind.

The things that Elena
missed out on.

And of course, they used
to run together.

- But not yesterday?

- Um, no, she canceled.

She phoned us on Sunday night.

- I'm sorry. Forgive
my ignorance.

This might sound like
a very stupid question,

but I understand your
daughter was profoundly deaf,

so how on earth could
she telephone you?

- Let me show you.

- Who answered Elena's
call last night?

- Justine did.

- My husband was out.

- I was in college, working.

- Do you work, Mrs Weaver?

- At the University Press, yes.

- Here comes the reply.

- So, you must have had a
nice lie-in yesterday morning?

- Actually no I did go
for a run yesterday.

- You didn't tell me.

- You didn't ask.

- Lord knows one day's
training missed

and it's the slippery
slope to cellulite.

I helped myself to toast.

- But I didn't run
along the river.

I took the Angle C. Abbey Route.

- Let me introduce you.

- I'm Glynnis Weaver.

I'm Elena's mother.

Detective Inspector Lynley,

Detective Sergeant Havers.

- I don't understand
what happened.

Elena did run yesterday,
so why didn't she want

to run with YOU?

- Don't let the dog in.

- Are you going to shut this
poor creature out as well?

It's not his fault Elena's dead.

- Leave it!

- Who else has a Minicom?

- Oh, anyone at CDS.

All the deaf students have them.

- What about Elena's
student mentor, Gareth?

Gareth Randolph.

Oh yes, he'd definitely
have one.

Oh, I see what you mean.

It wasn't Elena who
phoned us and canceled.

Whoever phoned us was the
person who killed her.

It was that premeditated.

She was quiet,
wife number two.

What do you reckon
was going on there?

- She must have private money.

None of my tutors at
Oxford ever lived

in that kind of designer chic.

What?

- It's the way you just casually
drop 'my tutors at Oxford'

into the conversation.

I mean, Ealing Tech
doesn't quite do it!

That thing with the dog
was weird, wasn't it?

And he was lying about
where he was Sunday night.

Or if he wasn't, then
she thought he was.

I've got a dish cloth very
similar to this at home,

though not quite as glittery.

- A busy girl.

Why would anyone draw
fish all over a calendar?

- She was on the pill.

Except, that's odd.

They were prescribed a year ago

and they haven't been touched.

Well that is odd I
mean why get them

and then not bother to use them?

Yes.

- Excuse me,

The mouse, could I take him?

- You are?

- Mel Powell.

- Er, what mouse?

- You knew Elena Weaver?

- Sorry, Detective
Inspector Lynley,

Detective Sergeant Havers.

- What mouse?

- Elena's mouse, on
the windowsill.

No one will have fed him.

She was crazy about animals.

Any kind of animal.

- What about fish?

- Fish?

- Have you any idea
what all these mean?

- No.

- What about this, H and H?

- Hounds. University
running club.

- What else was she into?

- Fun.

Life.

Men, guys fell over
themselves to be with her.

- And the girls?

What, you didn't like her?

- No, actually, I
loved her to bits.

- Oh. So?

- We weren't in competition.

She was 100% straight.

- Oh, and you're?

- Not.

- So, did she have a boyfriend?

- She was seeing a guy
called Gareth Randolph.

Actually, they had a big
row the night, you know.

- Any idea what about?

- It was all in sign language.

- This name keeps appearing
on her calendar, Thorsson.

Who's that?

- Dr. Thorsson.

Her academic supervisor.

She saw an awful lot of him.

Not as much of him
as he'd have liked.

- Oh, right one of those.

- Commonly known on this
staircase as Lenny the Lech.

I don't know if this
is relevant,

but she was threatening to
report him to the authorities.

Sexual harassment.

- I'm not going to understand
a word of this aren't I?

"I think the king is
but a man as I am.

Is but a man,

as I am."

- Oh, please.

- We're talking the
revolutionary principle

of equality here.

The king and I.

- Seen it. Jodie Foster.

- Shh!

- The king and I, both men,

both flawed, vulnerable
creatures

controlled by the
same base urges.

There is, Shakespeare argues,

no defensible social hierarchy,

and in that one line.

- I'm not listening to
any more of this garbage.

I'm going for a smoke.

- He introduces an idea
that won't enter the realm

of political debate for another,

for another four centuries.

- A word, please.

- Detective Sergeant
Havers. CID.

- Sorry you found my
lecture so boring.

- I'm more of the
Countdown type, you know.

I like a challenge.

- Dr Thorsson, could you
spare us a minute, please?

Your name keeps coming up.

- So I should hope, I
was Elena's supervisor.

- And?
- And what?

And nothing, I'm not stupid.

I don't have affairs
with my students.

- Not even when they
offer themselves to me,

which they do with
tedious frequency.

- Poor deluded little beggars!

- Poor uptight little virgins.

I can spot one a mile off.

So tell me Dr. Thorsson ,

in what way did you sexually
harass Elena Weaver?

- Yesterday morning between
6 and 7am, where were you?

- In bed.

- Whose bed?

- My bed.

Witnesses?

- Nope.

- On Sunday night, what were
you doing in Elena's room?

- I was trying to talk
some sense into her.

- So you knew she was
going to report you

for sexual harassment?

- You think I strangled
her to shut her up and

save my brilliant career?

Hard luck, Inspector,

you're way off mark.

The silly bitch had already
turned me in.

- What a jerk.

What a pretentious,
self-satisfied, posing,

arrogant, offensive little jerk!

- Oh come of the fence Havers,

tell me what you really think.

- Well you know I think
we've cracked it.

- Well, why would he kill Elena,

if she's already shopped him?

What's all that look at me
you can't resist me stuff?

I can't stand it.

He's the kind of man who
gives women a bad name.

- Are you looking for someone?

- Gareth Randolph.

- Right over here.

- I'm Detective Inspector
Lynley,

this is Detective
Sergeant Havers.

Could we ask Gareth
a few questions?

- Detective Inspector Lynley,

Detective Sergeant Havers.

- I believe that Gareth
was Elena's student mentor.

- You should speak
to Gareth directly.

- Right.

Um, I take it that Dr Weaver

wasn't too happy about this?

- Dr. Weaver didn't
want Elena to have

anything to do with
us, with the deaf.

That's deaf with a capital
D, Inspector

Deaf the culture, Deaf with its

own language, as opposed to
deaf, small d, the impairment.

He was dead against it.

When I started teaching her to
sign, he was spitting blood.

- Can you tell me what were
you and Elena rowing about

the night before she died?

- You've got to tell
them, Gareth.

Not a row, she dumped me.

She said I was wasting my time.

Someone else.

- Who?

- So he spent all night
brooding about it,

about some other guy
touching her, yeah?

Ask him where he was at
6.30 yesterday morning.

Does he understand the question?

- He's studying comparative
philosophy.

He could never hurt
her, loved her.

- You were a bit hard on him.

- Just 'cause he's deaf
doesn't mean he's not guilty!

I'm sorry, the whole thing
just completely unnerved me.

I'm sorry.

- Your car or mine?

- Why, Where are we going?

- Come into the warm.

- Miss Gordon, I understand
you discovered the body while

you were out sketching?

- At half passed seven
in the morning.

- Yes I know.

Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?

- What time did you
actually get to the river?

- I left the house
just before seven,

so, I suppose, about five past.

I know it sounds odd I mean,

what could I see to
sketch in the fog?

But well all I can say
is that's what I did.

Could, could I just
show you something?

My life's work.

Technically brilliant,
emotionally dead.

- But that painting
in the other room?

- Oh, that.

Well, that was before
success paralyzed me.

Before I started analyzing
my work to death,

and wasting hours grinding
my own paints

and stretching my own
canvases just to put off

facing the awful
moment of truth.

- Moment of truth?

- The answer to the question
I'm too frightened to ask.

Do I have any true originality,

or did the art buffs make
all that fuss about me

because I was young and pretty,

and, in their infinite
stupidity,

decided I was the
next big thing?

But recently, I've, um,

well, I've started work again.

Real stuff.

- Like this one?

- Do you know about painting?

- No, um,

No.

- A very dear friend
of mine made me believe

I could still do it.

And then, yesterday morning,

I woke up and I saw the fog
and I thought to myself,

That's it.

That's what it feels like
not being able to paint.

I just,

I just wanted to catch that,

coldness.

Well, that's when I
stumbled across the um,

Do you know who she was yet?

- A young student named
Elena Weaver.

- Elena?

- You knew her?

- Yes.

I, I did sketches
for her father.

That was Elena?

Oh, God!

Oh, poor Phillip!

It'll break him!

- She's the woman I saw last
night, crossing the quad.

- Sorry, sir?

- Late last night,
crossing the quad.

I recognized the coat.

- So, both neighbors
saw her drive off

around seven yesterday morning.

- Which is exactly
what she said.

What did you make of her?

- I thought she was fascinating.

- So did I.

So why was she sneaking around
St. Stephen's last night?

Which just happens to be
where Dr Weaver's rooms are.

- She called him Phillip,
did you notice?

- An affair?

- Blimey!

Abandons wife number
one for a newer model

and then cheats on her as well.

I bet that he's the
very dear friend

that's got her painting again.

- Two sausage, eggs,
chips, extra chips.

- Shouldn't you be in school?

- No.

- If she is a day older than 14,

then, then I'm Julia Roberts!

OK, um,

say she did go to
Weaver's rooms.

It can't have been to
offer him sympathy.

She obviously had no idea Elena
was dead until you told her.

- Unless it was a regular
assignation.

Oh no, he wouldn't risk
having sex in the college.

- Not with the Penford
Chair at stake, no.

- So are we saying that she's
pretty much in the clear?

I mean, Elena was already
dead by the time

she left Grantchester.

And well, she's no motive.

- Hmm.

- Whereas that obnoxious
git, Thorsson!

What is it with these
academics, Havers?

Look at Weaver, lucky devil.

Stunning wife at home and
the fascinating Miss Gordon

on the side!

- How does Helen react when
you say things like that?

Oh no you don't, do you?

Not to her.

She is in Cambridge, isn't she?

- She's, er, visiting
her sister.

Pen's just had another baby.

- Are you going to see her?

- No.

- Why not?

- After what happened last
time, all that stuff with Reece,

I'm the last person
she wants to see.

Eat up, we've got work to do.

Yes?

- Three bits of interesting
information for you.

That call Elena didn't make.

- They've traced the call to
the Minicom in Weaver's rooms.

- You think Weaver could
have used it himself?

- They found black fiber
on Elena's tracksuit.

But wouldn't a wine
bottle smash?

They think the murder weapon
was something smooth and round.

Possibly glass.

- Dr. Thorsson, on the island,

with a rather pretentious
little claret!

- Sorry, I missed that.

- Hold on, Edwina's
waving something at me.

- Tell him four bits of
interesting information.

- How about this?

Elena Weaver was 14
weeks pregnant.

So here's my guess.

She threatened to tell
the college authorities

that Thorsson got her pregnant
unless he married her.

- What Miss party girl?

She'd just shopped
him for harassment.

She wouldn't want to
marry him, would you?

- This is the Venetian
Bronze, or you might prefer,

- Which is the cheapest?

- Well, this one, the Windsor.

- No.

- We do have,

there is an economy.

- How much?

- 150 pounds.

- Show me.

- I'm afraid we don't,

It's only pressed wood and
there's no protective surface,

so.

- For God's sake, Glynn.

- It's all I can afford.

- We can afford the
Venetian Bronze.

- I'll leave you to
discuss it, shall I?

- Who spent years giving
her language?

Who helped her with
her maths homework?

Who gave everything last
thing I could manage?

- I will not allow you to have
her buried in some tacky box.

- I just have to make
a phone call.

- Why not?

Because people will
call you a cheap-skate?

Well I don't care what
they call you, Phillip.

- This isn't about Elena.

You haven't felt one
second's real grief for her.

You're too busy punishing me.

This is about me.

- Everything is always
about you, Phillip.

But you'll get over her quickly

because you can have
other children.

She was all I had.

She was my life.

And it's too late for me now.

So don't talk to me about grief.

- You forgot to tell us
something didn't you Gareth?

You forgot to tell us
that Elena was pregnant.

Gareth!

- Is it your child?

- No.

- Are you telling us that
you never slept with her?

- Never, I swear it.

Talk to Adam Jenn, sick creep.

- You talk to Adam Jenn.

See if you can't get
under his skin,

- All right.

- He'll try and charm you.

You know what, Mr Jenn?

The killer used this
very machine.

- I didn't make that call.

Whatever Gareth said it's a lie.

I just,

things got out of control.

She was offering it to me
on a plate and I thought,

Er...

I swear I didn't hurt her.

- They never come.

- Sorry?

- Phone calls.

The ones that you want, anyway.

- I don't know what to do now.

Whether to ring her or not.

- Who?

- My partner.

She went home yesterday to
tell her parents about us.

- Tough.

- Yup.

She said she'd ring
and she hasn't.

I'm just a bit,

I think I kind of pushed her
into it before she was ready.

What do you think?

Do I phone her, or don't I?

Don't ask me.

I have that debate
with myself daily.

Did you know that Elena
was pregnant?

- Oh. I thought she might be.

- Why?

I mean, why would a girl like
Elena choose to have a baby?

- Because she was Elena.

She just did whatever
she wanted.

Excuse me, I've got to run.

Rehearsal.

- Oh, what are you uh?

- Master class.

You want to come?

- Yeah, I'd love to.

- I'll try and get
you an invite.

- So Dr. Weaver asked
you to partner Elena?

- To this formal,
black-tie do yeah.

- And you jumped at it because
wouldn't Dr Weaver smile

kindly on your academic
career if you and Elena?

- No, it wasn't just that.

I really liked her.

- Good.

- And I thought she wanted.

Look she led me on.

She was flirting and
teasing with me all night.

And Gareth was moping around
like a love-sick puppy.

So she pulled me into
the cloakroom.

I didn't mean to hurt her.

- Hurt her?

- She just, knew how to

get me,

- What, and you had
sex with her?

In the cloakroom?

- She went cold on me, suddenly.

She said things.

- And you hurt her?

Is that what excites you,
is that what turns you on?

Hitting girls?

- No.

- So what happened in there?

She told me, I was a crawler,

that I should forget it.

That I couldn't use her
to suck up to her father.

And, I just lost it.

I lost it.

- So Gareth pulled you off her?

- If he tells you
anything else, it's a lie.

- To be honest, Adam,

he didn't tell us
anything specific.

He did not charm me,

so don't you look
at me like that.

- Havers, that lad is
100% proof ambition,

if he had to shut Elena up
to save his academic bacon,

- He's just a frightened
little boy

and I don't believe he was
the father of Elena's baby.

Hello?

I mean if we could just
find out who the father is,

Mrs G. just calm down
and tell me slowly.

Mum's what?

Mum's locked herself
in the bathroom.

- Look, you go home.

No go on and I'll go and see
the Weavers' house alone.

- Okay, you get a locksmith in

and I'll be there
as soon as I can.

Seriously, sir, I'm going to
have to put in for a desk job

and you'll have to get someone
up here as soon as possible.

- Don't talk nonsense, go on.

- What are you doing?

- I spent every minute
of my working life

making sure she could
function in a hearing world.

Top independent school,

full scholarship.

She didn't need Phillip
smoothing the way for her.

- I'd prefer it if you didn't,

- So what was it, then?

A mid-life crisis?

Suddenly his conscience
starts bothering him?

After 15 years of
shutting us out?

- Excuse me.

- He steamrollers in
and, steals her from me!

- I'm afraid my husband's out.

- Do you know what Justine?

We used to laugh together,
Elena and me,

about those uptight
little lectures of yours

and your subtle way with
a curt and sway.

- Maybe I should?

- No, please come in.

- It's tricky, that
whole stepmother thing.

It's a minefield.

You and Elena didn't
get on, did you?

- No.

- Yet your husband seems to
think you were very close.

- What would he know about it?

He only ever sees himself.

His ideas,

his responsibilities, his guilt.

He had no idea who Elena was.

- Who was she?

- She was a promiscuous
little slut.

I once caught her screwing
one of Phillips colleagues

in our bathroom,

in the middle of a faculty
party, completely shameless.

And she'd do things like
she'd suddenly strip off

in front of me to
try on a dress.

All flesh and sweat and perfume.

She'd lift her arms up and I
could smell the sex on her.

I tried talking to her about it,

but she just laughed in my face.

So in the end I got our
doctor to put her on the pill.

Her father's had a tough
struggle to get where he is now.

I wasn't going to let her
destroy it by getting pregnant.

She wasn't pregnant, was she?

Is she all right?

- She's fine, panic over.

I'm just getting her tea.

Mum? You all right?

What's wrong, Mum?

- The locksmith charged 35 quid.

I paid him in cash.

Well, I'll move that
nasty snake now, shall I?

It's the only thing that
keeps her quiet.

She thinks it's a snake.

Don't you, dear?

Nasty snake!

Bite your arm if you
don't sit still.

Well I'm sorry dear but
what am I supposed to do

when she gets herself
into one of her states?

- Look, just go, Mrs G. Just go.

Yeah, hello. It's uh,

My name is Barbara Havers.

I came to see you a couple
of weeks ago about my mother.

- Hang on!

- Hello, Helen.

I hate spaghetti,
I hate spaghetti!

How are you?

- Christian, stop that.

- Sure is not the best time.

Who is it, Hel?

- It's Tommy, Tommy Lynley.

She had a hard time
with this one.

And now Harry's walked out.

- He's left her?

- Well not permanently, not yet.

He's been living in college.

- Right, well, look,

I'm fed up with
eating I want my daddy.

- I wanted a word with Pen.

I need to talk to bonified
art historian.

- He's a classic psychopath.

- There's an artist
living locally.

- Bath time. Upstairs.

- Look, I'm sorry I made
such a mess of things.

The whole business with Rhys.

- Yes, you did.

- I know it was unforgivable
of me.

- It was unforgivable.

Pen!

- She's upstairs
feeding the baby.

- Listen Helen, I am so sorry

that I screwed things
up between us.

And I should've said
that before but,

- Hi Tommy, what are
you doing here?

- The Weaver case.

- Oh yeah, how's it going?

- Impenetrably.

- God Almighty, this
room is a tip.

- What are those?

- What are these?

- It's his washing, I'll bet.

- Oh, don't start.

Pen, is there a clean
shirt anywhere?

I'm dining in halls.

Iron one or
go and buy one.

Dog and bark
yourself are words

that immediately spring to mind.

- Oh would you stop it!

Stop it right now!

- Look, don't start on me.

- Come on, upstairs, bath time.

- I just want a normal,
functioning family!

I.e. you having
a life and me stuck here

watching the kids and
slowly rotting away.

- They used to be so in love.

Now look at them.

Upstairs, you two, go on.

- Fancy a night off?

- I got two statements.

His neighbor next door and the
woman opposite both saw him.

I think we've got him.

- Well done, Havers.

- Ah. Good morning.

- You choose your moments.

It has nothing to do with me.

The silly bitch got
herself pregnant.

That's her problem.

- You really like the
word bitch don't you?

- Tell me again.

Why did you go to Elena's room
the night before she died?

- To find out the results of
the pregnancy test am I right?

Because if that child was
yours and she refused to

abort it, then your career's
on the skids.

- My God, where do they
drag you people up from, eh?

- You were seen outside
your house at 7am on Monday.

- So? I live here.

- Returning to the
house looking,

what was the word
the witness used?

- Disheveled.

Where'd you been, Dr Thorsson?

- Nowhere.

- I was here in bed.

- And this morning?

- Your car's warm.

You've been out in it.

- Oh, have I?

Good heavens!

- Bag his clothes.

- Wait, where the hell
are you going?

- Upstairs.
- Anything black.

- You'd better take this, then.

- How shall I phrase
that in my notes sir?

Would hung and donkey cover it?

I've made a decision about Mum.

The home's got an
immediate vacancy.

- You're doing the right thing.

- Am I?

- We've got another body!

Different MO, same place.

Get these to the lab.

- Hey.

- It had to be done, Ros.

- I've just wrecked
all my mum's dreams.

I love you.

I want everyone to,

- I don't wanna talk about it.

Ros.

Ros!

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Because you didn't ring, so I,

- Elena's dead?!

- Strangled.

Out running the river
route early Monday morning.

- I was running the river
route early on Monday morning.

- Someone out there
doesn't like female joggers

with long hair and
college tracksuits.

- Look at this! Over here!

She tripped over this wire,

falls flat on her face,

he comes out from
behind the bushes,

blow to the back of the head.

Rolls her into the cam.

You're right, Havers.

Some perverted serial killer.

- What's unreasonable about it?

I don't think it's unreasonable.

- Please I just don't want any

- Always what you want,
what Elena wants.

Never what I want.

I'll be late home.

There's some salmon
in the fridge.

One thing.

I don't suppose your
daughter told you,

but she was 14 weeks pregnant.

- Well, didn't you enjoy that?

Goodness, Justine.

talk about salt in the wound.

Your stepdaughter pregnant
and there's poor old you,

still no sign of babies
on your horizon.

That's why I don't want her
at the funeral, Phillip.

Because she hated Elena.

- Georgina Higgins-Hart.

English postgrad student.

- It's another Thorsson
connection, Sir.

- Suppose she was the one person

to make Elena's accusation
stick.

It ties in with the
car and explains

where he was this morning.

- So where's the evidence?

Let's wait and see if
any of the fibres

from Elena's tracksuit
match his clothes.

You'll have to wait.

They've only just got
a definite angle

on the Weaver murder weapon.

Solid glass, decanter shaped.

- A decanter, I knew it.

- Inspector?

Interview room two.

I think it's you
he's after, sir.

It's a bit awkward. He's deaf.

- Justine, that's
not true, is it?

You didn't hate Elena?

- I tried to love her,
Phillip, for your sake.

But she was just too,

- Too what?

- It doesn't matter.

- Weird?

Go on, say it, say
what you think.

Too embarrassing.

No.

- Too freaky.
- No.

- Well she was too freaky.

That hooting voice.

People assumed she was
mentally deficient.

- Nobody assumed,

- They did!

I saw it, I saw it.

"Poor Dr Weaver, with that
damaged daughter of his.

What a tragedy!"

I couldn't stand it, Justine.

I loathed it.

- Nothing like that ever
once crossed my mind.

- Oh.

Oh, Christ.

- And you accuse me
of hating Elena?

Smile,
stand still.

Smile! I've got a tape running.

Stop it.

- Daddy, will I do?'

Daddy, will I do?

Daddy, will I do?

- That pack of unused pills,

- Did she eat her dinner?

- It's still bugging
me, why deliberately

let yourself get pregnant?

- To prove to her father
she was 100% normal.

No, I'll do that when I get in.

- Or how about a calculated
campaign to hurt him?

- God, yes, that's what
the one-night stand

with Gareth was all about.

What a double whammy Havers!

- No, Mrs. G, just leave it.

- What an inspired kick
in her dad's teeth

if the baby was deaf as well!

- I'm sorry, sir, but Mrs
G and I have had words

and I'm going to have
to leave again.

- Oh good ha, I thought
I'd missed you.

Inspector, there's a
young woman upstairs.

A first-year student.

She says Dr. Thorsson
was with her

the morning Elena was killed.

He spent the night at her place.

- Oh how very sweet of her,
to provide him with an alibi.

I wonder what lucky girl
had the privilege

of his company last night?

- Never sleeps with students?

What a card.

Gets about a bit doesn't
he, our Lenny.

- Don't do that.

- What?

That, What a lad, haha!,
blokey stuff.

Just don't do it.

- What did I say?

Have a nice evening with Helen

and say hello to her from me.

- Yes, yes thank you very
much indeed, very good.

But I think I would like
to feel like you make me

want to dance a little
bit more yeah?

Very graceful at first but
slowly, slowly it increases

until it explodes.

You think you can
do that for me?

I can try yes.

- Good, okay you do it.

- Barbara?

- Hmm?

- I've forgotten where
we are going.

- Hawthorn Lodge, Mum.

- That's Majorca, isn't it?

Where did I put my passport?

- Dr. Troughton, did
you get my essay sir?

- Troughton?

Trout.

- Sorry.

- Fish, Helen I completely
forgot about the fish.

- Through here, Mrs Havers.

We're just watching Rolf Harris.

- Did we come on
a plane, Barbara?

- No, Mum.

- We're going to have
cocoa in a minute.

This is Mrs Warner.

This is Mr Crumpsall.

- They also deal with
unwanted animals and strays.

Many of the animals in here
are waiting to be chosen

by a new owner.

- Er, no, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I made a mistake.

Um Mum, come on,
we're going home.

- She'll be all right.

She'll settle in just fine.

You say goodbye to her and go.

I can't
just let her roam around.

She'll run off into the traffic.

- Dr. Troughton, I'm Inspector

- You found out then?

About me and Elena.

So go on, get it over with,
what do you want to know?

- What do you want to tell me?

- I adored her.

Do you know how I found
out she was dead?

Some bloody printout
from the deaf society

stuck under my door.

- You did know she was pregnant?

- We were going to get married
as soon as term finished.

Don't jump to conclusions.

I wasn't the father.

Deliberate strategy.

I treated myself to
the snip so I could sow

all the wild oats I wanted.

- Hey.

- Where have you been
all afternoon?

- For a run.

- For Christ sake,
Ros are you mad?

There's a maniac out there.

First Elena, now Georgina.

- What?

- You didn't know?

They found her about half a mile

from where Elena was killed.

- Oh, my God, Mel.

- In my defense I was the
world's least successful
seducer.

But then this extraordinary
thing happened.

This beautiful girl, this
extraordinary young girl

seduced me.

God knows why.

I don't fool myself,
she loved me.

Not in the way I loved her.

But it was something.

Something very special
between us.

- I don't know whether
to despise the man

or feel sorry for him.

That's me.

- Show me a weak, smooth
talking neurotic,

Rhys, for example.

I've given up on relationships,
Tommy.

I've seen my sister's marriage.

I see that Troughton man and
I think, what's the point?

Stick with friendship,
it's safer.

- Are we still friends?

- Inspector!

This is Ros.

- It was a mistake,

Georgina Higgins-Hart.

I think the person that killed
killed her meant to kill me.

- Take a breath, tell me slowly.

- Monday morning, I was
out running the river route

and I think I must have
seen the killer.

Oh, God!

Georgie, same height, same
hair, same tracksuit as me.

- This person that you saw?

I don't know, I didn't
get a proper look at her.

- Her?

- A woman,

- With light hair.

A woman wearing a
black tracksuit.

- Phillip?

Was that the post?

Get out!

- What?

- Get out of here!

- Blimey!

- You've come to arrest her?

Let me show you something.

That's how much she
hated my daughter.

He left the key but
in a locked drawer.

Look what she's done
to this canvas.

She's slashed it, she's
thrown paint over it.

- Mind if I take this with me?

- But I thought.

- Havers, have you got a bag?

- Aren't you going
to wait for her?

I thought you were going
to arrest her.

- I thought we went there
to arrest her as well.

- No positive identification
Havers,

I'm not arresting anyone until

I know what's happened to this.

Hi, Pen. Tommy Lynley.

I need to pick your
brains urgently.

- It depends how badly
defaced it is.

Look, give me half an hour and
I'll meet you at the museum.

You'll have to stay here
and look after the kids.

- Well I can't, I've got a,

- You'll love it, it's a breeze.

We X-ray the painting
section by section.

My God, this is new
work, isn't it?

Sarah Gordon's painting again.

- Yes, she signed it.

- So who defaced it?

- Do you know what
I think this is?

I think this is Sarah Gordon's
love letter to Weaver.

I think what happened is this.

Justine found it, she
was devastated.

She begged him, "I'm your wife.

Give up Sarah Gordon.

Stay with me, have
children with me"

But he refused, so she slashed
it and threw paint on it.

- And yet he still kept it.

What are you thinking?

- I'm think where have
I seen something

that looks like a
solid decanter?

- What, er, what you mean,

that kind of shape?

Like a muller?

- What's a muller?

- It's what artists use
to grind their own paint.

- She told us, Havers.

She told us what the weapon was.

- It doesn't work.

She was in Grantchester
when Elena was murdered.

She can't have been in
both places at once.

I know, I know it doesn't work.

Unless she was in the
same place twice.

- What do you mean
the same place?

- Into Cambridge
just before six.

Kills Elena, rushes
back home to get

out of her blood-stained
clothes,

then tears staight back
into Cambridge.

- Yeah but why come back?

- Because she'd been seen.

She had to make sure
that the police knew

she'd been sketching
by the river so early.

That was her alibi.

The woman that Ros saw
had blonde hair.

- That was a wig.

I saw it in the studio.

She wanted Elena to think
that it was Justine.

- It still doesn't work.

Why didn't the neighbors
hear Sarah Gordon's car

the first time?

- I don't know.

Yes, I do!

They didn't hear it
because she didn't use it.

She ran into Cambridge.

But it all went wrong.

Ros saw her, she ran
back, changed,

drove back into Cambridge,

established her alibi
with the police.

- And then panicked because
Ros saw her at half-six,

not half-seven.

- Decided to shut her up.

- And killed the wrong girl.

That's Weaver's car.

- Park over there.

Get Sheehan out here.

No lights, no sirens.

- You, killed my daughter.

- Go on, Phillip.

Do it.

I want you to.

- You killed my daughter.

- Because you threw
me out of your life

- I had to.

- like a piece of junk.

For Christ sake Sarah, we've
been over and over this!

When Elena came to live near us,

I had to break it
off, for her sake.

- For your myth of the perfect
family and the perfect home.

- If you'd killed me, I
could have understood it.

You killed my daughter.

- Yes, Phillip,

I killed her.

Your whole life is a
paper-thin stack of lies.

You sacrificed me for a lie.

You chose to stick to that
pathetic fantasy of family life.

- I was trying to do
the right thing.

I walked out on Elena
once before.

- Because you couldn't
cope with her deafness.

- I couldn't walk
out on her again.

- Sarah Gordon, I arrest
you on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense if

you do not mention
when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be
given in evidence against you.

- You okay, sir?

- God, Havers, the mess
people make of love.

- Better to make a mess of it

than not to love at all.

- Is it?

I mean, have you seen one good,

loving, halfway selfless
relationship

since you've been here?

Weaver, Troughton, Thorsson.

Why should I be any different?

- Ah, I see.

- As you have been at
pains to point out to me.

- Oh, I see.

- What have I got
to offer anyone?

- 50 acres and a small,
stately home.

- I'm talking seriously here.

- Yeah I know.

You had an instinct about
Sarah Gordon all along,

didn't you?

- Sort of.

See that's what's so weird.

You're so spot on
about other people

and totally so blind
about yourself.

- I beg your pardon?

- Oh for goodness sakes sir.

What have we been talking about
for the last five minutes?

I don't know what have
we been talking about?

- Helen.

You should have caught
up by now sir.

I mean all that we're
just friends rubbish.

You're in love with her.

- So he'd given Sarah
Gordon a key to his rooms.

She slipped in, used the Minicom
and pretended it was Elena.

- What was she doing there

the night you saw her?

- God knows.

Taking a last look at
somewhere she was happy.

Or just
returning the key.

- Where are you parked?

- It was on a side street
off this road somewhere.

Umm, I won't be a sec, sir.

I'm just going to get some fags.

- What?

It's a hat shop, Havers.

- Two o'clock, sir.

- Helen.