All language subtitles for Professor T - S01E01 - The Anatomy of a Memory.en

FIREWORKS BANG.

MUSIC: 'Broken Hearted
Melody' by Sarah Vaughan.

OK, bye, guys. See you later.

♪ Once you were our song of love

♪ Now you just keep taunting me

♪ With the memory of

♪ His tender love Oh,
broken hearted melody

♪ Must you keep reminding me

♪ Of the lips I
long to kiss... ♪

MUSIC FADES.

Argh! SHE GIGGLES.

Stop. I'll see you later.

LAUGHTER ECHOING
GIRL: Oh, my God!

TOILET FLUSHES.

BROKEN HEARTED MELODY ECHOES.

Don't be such an arse.

SHE GASPS No!

MUFFLED SCREAMING.

No! No! Help me!

WOMAN: Jasper, it's
time to come in now!

MAN, ANGRILY:
Jasper! Come in now!

You're welcome, Professor.

CHATTER.

CHATTER FADES.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ah! ALL GASP.

Today, we will be discussing
perpetrator identification.

Studies have shown that
73% of wrongful convictions

are due to false
perpetrator identification.

Witnesses often give contradictory
or wildly divergent accounts.

Today, it is our
task to explore why.

In page seven of
your lecture handout,

you will find a list of
multiple choice questions

concerning the attack on my
person you so recently witnessed.

Your time starts

now.

All right, Mr Wilson. I think
that's all for now, mate.

Yeah, thank you. We'll be
in touch. Happy to help you.

Sorry I'm late. How's your head?

Mind your own business,
Detective Sergeant.

Rabbit doesn't look too happy.
The college are freaking out.

What have we got so far?

Sum total of sod all.
It's a student's toilet.

Body fluids, finger
prints, obscene graffiti.

There's DNA everywhere.

Like I said, sod all.

The initial medical exam has
turned up nothing usable.

There are no witnesses,

and the victim's in a state of
shock and can't remember anything.

Has she been to the
referral centre?

Yeah, she spoke to a
doctor at the hospital.

And our rape specialist followed
up about an hour or two later.

She said her
necklace was missing,

but that's about all
they can get out of her.

Did you say necklace? Yeah.

Winters, have you checked CCTV?

Installed, but not turned on.

They were worried it was an
invasion of the students' privacy.

Where? Second cubicle.

What's with you and Danny-boy?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

By the look on his face, he's
got your DNA all over him.

I'm never less than completely
professional, Martin,

unlike some people I could
mention. You photographed all this?

Up on the server in half an
hour, Detective Sergeant.

Boss!

Now that she's been
properly processed,

am I OK to follow up
with her? PHONE BEEPS

I don't see the point. She's
already spoken to Dr Rosenbaum.

Oh, God help me.

I've got the DCI texting me
every five minutes for an update.

Rosenbaum's a rape specialist.
I know, smart-arse.

It feels a bit weird to be back.

Your old stomping ground. Yeah.

So, what makes you think you'll get
anything more out of the victim?

Not me. But since we're here...

PROFESSOR T: Final question.

The man had A - a
moustache, B - a beard,

C - a moustache and a beard,
D - none of the above.

The answer was D.

Hm.

It promises to be
a challenging year.

You may be seated.

Perhaps you might redeem
your collective failure

by offering an explanation.

We were taken by surprise?

Most criminal enterprise relies
on an element of surprise.

Anyone else?

No-one?

Look at you all.

CLUCKING.

Like a battery farm
of gutless chickens.

Heaven forbid that anyone
should stand out from the flock.

Almost without exception,

you failed to describe the detailed
physiognomy of the perpetrator.

Why might that be?

Trauma. Crime is
inherently traumatic.

Both victim and
witness may fall foul

of the hypothalamic
pituitary adrenal axis.

The hypothalamus sends
signals to the pituitary

and thence to the adrenal
gland, releasing cortisol.

This leads to tunnel vision.

A narrow snapshot of the
event encodes onto the brain.

Within seconds, this
memory starts to fade,

to become contaminated,

turning us into
unreliable narrators.

A violent event leaves a wound

which spreads and
infects everything.

Trauma scrambles the senses,
ladies and gentlemen.

It transforms even the most
lucid mind into a labyrinth.

Professor. You
might remember me.

Please do not make me guess.

Lisa Donckers. I'm a
detective sergeant now.

Academia's loss is the
constabulary's gain.

I was hoping I might take
a minute of your time.

You already have. Please
come to the point.

A young woman was raped last
night 100 yards from here.

And what does that
have to do with me?

I spent three years
here listening to you.

I know you could help
us get inside her mind.

My interest in crime is
purely academic, Detective.

I do not like to
get my hands dirty.

The victim's too traumatised
to tell us anything.

We've got no forensic
evidence to go on,

and my boss has got
a lot on his plate.

But I've got this
hinge that... Hinge?

A connection to another crime.

Five years ago. Well, she
lost this necklace, and...

So you think it's
a serial rapist?

Exactly. Five years ago, there
was another case just like this.

Five years ago? And no
related cases in-between?

Yes. No. I don't
know. The point is...

What was it about this five-year-old
case that first drew your attention?

Well, I just... I happened
to... It's... It's complicated.

Detective... Donckers.
Lisa Donckers.

Mm. A memorable name, yet...
I really think you could help.

And I really think it's best
to keep personal involvement

out of an investigation.
Wouldn't you agree?

We're checking everyone
with access to that dorm.

Male key card holders only.

But it's a long list. It
could take days, weeks, even.

The master of the
college is on my back.

I'll do what I can
to speed things up.

They're cross-checking
with known sex offenders.

Are you all right, Paul?

Ma'am?

It's just, er...

You know, given the,
er, circumstances...

Given what you are having
to deal with at home,

I would understand...
I'm OK, Ma'am.

If you'd prefer to just
let someone else...

Christina, I'm OK.

I'm OK.

Just leave it, please.

DOOR CLOSES OK.

Hey.

Where did you disappear to?

Aw, did you miss me? Can
I see your notes, please?

Last night was fun.

We drank too much.

Look me in the eye, tell me it
meant nothing. It meant nothing.

I said look me in the eye.

Well, it was very nice. Is
there a crime number yet?

Is that all I mean to
you, just... a number?

It was a mistake.

OK? Let's just pretend
it never happened.

It has to be. It just has to be.

What has to be?

I knew it.

Where has this come from? It's
another unsolved rape case.

You keep the file on your
desk? She was a friend.

You've got friends?

That's very funny.

Saskia Dawson. She
was in my year.

I was there, at this party.

She was tired and
wanted to go home.

I wasn't, so I stayed.

MUFFLED SCREAMS.

She's avoided me ever since.

You shouldn't blame yourself.

They found these carvings on
the frame of Saskia's bed,

and her statement
mentions a locket.

The guy who raped her yanked
it from her neck. Holy shit.

Maybe best not mention to
Rabbit that she was your friend.

It's not a personal thing, Dan.

I can keep my private
life out of the office.

So, where are you off
to, Detective Sergeant?

If I tell you, will
you back me up?

MUSIC: 'La Bambola'
by Patty Pravo.

PHONE RINGING

'Jasper.' We speak at last.

'What are you insinuating?' You
have been screening my calls.

Nonsense, darling. I've
just been terribly busy.

DOG BARKS 'So it would seem.'

What does that mean?

'It means, Mother, that I
passed the house this morning.'

'Which house, darling?' Our
house, Mother. Our family home.

'Former, dear heart.'

Our FORMER family home.

Is that former family,
or former home?

Oh, Jasper, darling,
we've talked about this.

'No, Mother, YOU have
talked about it.'

WE'VE talked about it.

It's madness. To be
sitting on a goldmine

when you can't even bear
to set foot in the place.

KNOCK AT DOOR Jasper.

'Goodbye, Mother.'

How is Adelaide? Her
usual gracious self.

I see.

Just a quiet word between
colleagues and friends.

I received a complaint
from one of your students.

You called them
animals. CLUCKING.

Chickens. A flock
of gutless chickens.

Yeah. Not much of a distinction.

A distinction, nonetheless. For
metaphorical purposes at least.

You can't go around
insulting the students.

Tenure can be taken
away, you know, Jasper.

If our reputation is
brought into disrepute,

or in cases of gross
moral turpitude.

Perhaps we should debate what
constitutes gross moral turpitude.

Well, that's all sorted, then.

You're very brave to
be doing this, Diana.

I just... I want him
caught and to get closure.

For me and for the other
girl that you told me about.

You're covering for her, Winters.
I'm serious, sir. It's her grandma.

You need to partner up for this kind
of case. It was an emergency, OK?

Is this the canteen guy? Yeah.
Henri Watson, 33 years old.

Had some minor previous,
for indecent exposure.

Good afternoon, madam. Detective
Inspector Rabbit, Cambridge Police.

Can we have a word with
Henri Watson, please?

Police? Yes, madam.

We just need a few words with
your son. Henri's my husband.

My apologies.

Rabbit! Rabbit!?

Oi, stop!

Oi, stop!

Stop!

BOTH PANTING.

Sod this.

A word of warning, the
professor is brilliant.

He's also a bit of an oddball.

Professor Tempest.
This is Diana Tyson.

Congratulations.

Would you excuse us?

Detective, I have limited tolerance
for being ambushed. I'm sorry. OK?

My mistake, but we can't
send her home now. Please.

I'm immune to your charms. Just
talk to the victim, for God's sake.

Anything the professor can help you
remember, it could be important.

I'm told you recall few
particulars of the attack.

I've tried, and nothing
seems to... come.

It's called
dissociation, Miss Tyson.

A coping mechanism our brains use to
protect us in moments of extremis.

We disconnect.

It's hard even to
think about it.

The professor can
help you remember

to access any information
you're repressing.

You're familiar with
hypnotherapy, I assume?

So you must understand that what may
surface is more than information.

The question is, are
you ready for that?

I think not.

I'm sorry?

Miss Tyson is acting
in a logical manner.

Her brain is advising her
not to revisit the trauma.

Professor, why
won't you help her?

Help her? Help you, you mean.

Miss Tyson has chosen
to help herself.

Her subconscious has walled off
this experience for a reason.

You're happy to leave him out
there, free to attack others?

Perhaps it'll be another five
years before he strikes again.

You don't believe that.

I concur. It seems unlikely.

Any news on Henri Watson?

Still on the loose. He
can't run forever, though.

Where's Donckers?

She should be here shortly.

We're due to check out
another potential suspect.

Everything all right between the
two of you? Why do you ask, ma'am?

Rabbit's been complaining.

About her occasional absences?
More like frequent, I'd say.

Every time I look out here, all I
see is Dan Solo, alone at his desk.

Well, we've got a lot on. You
should be working together.

We are, ma'am, but Lisa's
out talking to her contact,

someone she thinks can advise us
on the Tyson case. Who's that?

Her old criminology lecturer.

Professor Tempest?

You know him?

Too bad Professor Smarty-pants
couldn't help you out.

Thanks for covering,
anyway. You owe me.

DOORBELL RINGS.

How about you buy me a drink?

To say thanks.

I'm giving up drink for
a while, Dan. All right.

Will you come to our
gig tonight, anyway?

DOOR OPENS.

Hello?

Dennis is doing a
late shift today.

Could you tell us about your
husband's whereabouts last night?

Yesterday?

He was at home with me. We
were watching Gordon Ramsay.

You follow his new
show? I try not to.

I can put on a stone
watching cooking shows.

What about later that night?

He went to bed around 11.

His shifts are a bit
irregular at the moment.

He says it's messing
up his biorhythm.

So he tries to stick
to a regular bedtime.

MUFFLED MUSIC
THROUGH HEADPHONES.

Hi.

Ah, shit! Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

So sorry, I didn't
mean to startle you.

I thought everyone
had gone home.

I hear you wanna
hire a consultant.

Did Dan tell you that?

Professor Tempest is...
It's a good initiative.

Just make sure you get
authorisation from DI Rabbit first.

MUFFLED MUSIC
THROUGH HEADPHONES.

FAST APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS.

MUFFLED SHRIEK No!

No!

MUFFLED YELLING.

HE YELLS.

CLUNK.

This is Professor Tempest.

I'm calling about number
10 Worsley Street.

My mother has instructed
you to sell the house.

There's been a change
of circumstance.

It's no longer for
sale. Thank you.

Morning. Where is everyone?

Yes.

The gig was a great
success. Thanks for asking.

Morning. Morning, boss.

How's your grandmother?

Still pushing up daisies, last
time I checked. I beg your pardon?

My nana died ten years
ago. Why are you asking?

Er...

Professor, what are you
doing here? And who's this?

Professor Tempest? Oh,
you know each other?

Jasper.

I was not expecting a
reception committee.

Thank you for coming over.

We need to get a few
things straightened out.

We very much appreciate your
involvement in this case.

I'm not involved. Despite the best
efforts of Sergeant Bossy Boots.

But if you really wanna
help us catch this scumbag,

we need to make
it official. So...

I do not catch
scumbags. I study them.

You will need special permission to
interview witnesses and suspects.

All information and
leads must be shared,

and no more games
behind anyone's back.

Even the most cursory study of
criminal psychology will tell you

that there are certain constants

when it comes to profiling
serious sexual offenders.

Men between 25 and 35. Parents
divorced, usually in childhood.

Almost always the product
of excessive discipline

or abusive behaviours, or
both. Often single. Antisocial.

Problems with intimacy.
Not unintelligent.

Mate, can you put the brakes on?
But with a fairly low verbal IQ.

So, we're looking for a single
man, from a broken home,

with a poor vocabulary.
Case solved!

We've got limited manpower,
so we're focusing on males

with access to the building
and a criminal record.

Our prime suspect, Henri Watson.

Works for the college canteen.

No alibi, and has a criminal
record for a minor sexual offence.

Did a runner when we turned up
at his door. Got a warrant out.

Dennis Banks works for the
contractors who clean the college.

Has served prison time, but
not for sexual offences.

His wife has vouched
for his whereabouts

on the night of the crime.
And then there's a caretaker

who was working in the
building that night

and has no-one to
confirm his whereabouts.

But he only has a drink-driving
conviction from ten years ago.

And that's it.
That's all we've got.

So far.

They're the main focus
of our investigation.

But we're also broadening our search
to include student key-card holders.

I really don't think that will be
necessary, Detective Inspector.

I beg your pardon?

The perpetrator has been
associated with the university

for at least five years.
We can deduce that

courtesy of the diligent detective
work of Detective Sergeant Donckers.

We believe the case is connected

to the rape of another young
woman, named Saskia Dawson.

There are several features
in common between the two.

A stolen necklace in both
instances and similar inscriptions.

Revelations. Chapter
17. Verse five.

Ezekiel. Chapter 16. Verse 33.

"O profane woman."

"You bribe your lovers to come from
all directions for your harlotries."

There's a high probability that
you're looking for a churchgoer.

And the question you should
be asking yourself is

why has he waited so long
before striking again?

What triggered it? Precisely.

He's lost control, and
if that's the case...

He's likely to rape
again. Exactly so.

Check with Student Welfare as
well as the nearby hospitals.

Specifically for cases
of sexual assault.

The purpose of education

is to replace a narrow mind with
an open mind, Detective Inspector.

Ladies, gentlemen, Christina.
I wish you a pleasant day.

Jasper.

TANGO MUSIC.

MISS SNARES CLEARS THROAT.

This is not in the
job description.

You have a visitor, Professor.

Sweetheart.

Mother.

Oh...

Your father loved this city.

That is one thing
we can agree on.

And he loved you too, Jasper.

He did.

You do not need to
tell me that, Mother.

And I love you

even though I
sometimes wonder why.

I was going to tell you
about the house, darling.

When, exactly?

When an offer had been made,

I thought it would make it
easier to give your blessing.

So you acknowledge that
you require my blessing?

Legally, it requires your
permission to be sold.

Permission that
will not be granted.

What do you mean?

I intend to move in.

Don't be absurd.

You won't get through the front
door without a gallon of bleach

and a hundredweight
of wet wipes.

Why, darling?

Think of your lovely flat.

So clean and sterile.

But it is not home.

But that old house isn't our home
any longer either, sweetheart.

It's a shell... of
unhappy memories.

VENTILATOR HISSES,
MONITOR BEEPS.

And this is Milly Standish.

She's the only other female patient
admitted in the last 48 hours.

First year student. Same
college as Diana Tyson.

She's in a coma. You won't be able
to interview her like the others.

Can you say what
happened to her?

Acute subdural haematoma.

She fell down a
staircase, it says here.

Any other injuries? No.

Er... Excuse me for a moment.

Let's go. Wait.

What are you doing?

Education's purpose is to replace
a narrow mind with an open mind.

So let's go through
her belongings again

to see what we
might have missed.

Why don't you check her pockets
of whatever she was wearing?

Smell this.

It's pepper spray.

We need to get her round-the-clock
protection as quick as possible.

Professor, we've
got another one.

Thanks for skipping
your lunch, Professor.

We wanted to do this
as quickly as possible

before she changes her mind.

We meet again, Miss Tyson.

You're safe within
the goldfish bowl.

OVER SPEAKERS: 'of your psyche.

'Are you sure you
wish to step outside?'

Well, I'd much rather
stay the goldfish,

but it's not just
about me, is it?

I told Diana we
have another victim.

Very well.

Close your eyes.

PAUL: Hold your horses.

I'm sitting in.

That will not be necessary.

Excuse us, please.

SOFTLY: Sorry.

I'm still the sodding
boss around here.

Your anger and frustration are
misplaced, Detective Inspector.

I suggest your energies are better
directed towards fixing the problems

you are so transparently
experiencing in your private life.

He lost his only daughter six months
ago in a hit-and-run accident.

I will channel
your natural desire

to disassociate from
these terrible events.

I will take you back,
but as an observer,

not as Diana Tyson.
Do you understand?

Can you see Diana
on her bicycle?

Yes.

Has she reached the door yet?

CARD READER BEEPS.

Are you following her
to the lavatories?

Mm-hm.

Do you notice anything unusual?

No.

You're in the cubicle.

She hears something.

Is it significant?

LAUGHTER ECHOING
GIRL: Oh, my God!

What's she doing now?

'She comes out of the cubicle.'

She washes her hands.

GASPING.

The mirror! There's
someone there.

What does he do to Diana?

'He drags her by the hair.'

He rips her necklace.

Can you see his
face? No, he's...

'He's got a balaclava on.'

But what about his
eyes? His hands?

His right hand, he's...

He's got a tattoo. It's

four or... five dots.

SHE SOBS.

Five dots?

Well done, Miss Tyson.

Well done.

A prison tattoo.

Mm.

DAN: Dennis Banks
served prison time.

DISTANT SIRENS.

DOORBELL RINGS.

We need to speak to
your husband, Mrs Banks.

BUDGIES TWEETING.

Show me your hands,
please, Mr Banks.

Turn them over.

DAN: Can you come with
us, please, Mr Banks?

LISA: Professor, did
you get the notes I sent

from my interview
with Jasmine Banks?

He fits your profile,

and we found this.

It's Diana Tyson's chain,

but he claims he found
it while he was cleaning.

A jury might believe him.

Without a confession, we may
not have sufficient to hold him.

What about his alibi?

Well, his wife swears blind
he was home all night,

asleep for most of it.

DOOR OPENS.

OVER SPEAKER: 'The
time is 6:12pm.

'I am DS Donckers,
and present with me'

in the room is Dennis Banks,

and police consultant
Professor Jasper Tempest.

It's really quite a
transformation, Mr Banks.

A choir boy at 12
and convict at 20.

From songbird to jailbird.

It says here you served four
years for holding up a newsagents.

Four years.

Locked up with the pushers
and the paedophiles.

No wonder you got a tattoo.

Are you buying this?
Just give it a chance.

Then a lifetime
of emptying bins.

My idea of hell, Mr Banks.

'Cleaning up the filth
of people your own age

'who won't give you so
much as the time of day.'

'Revelations. Chapter 17.'

"A woman full of abominations"

"and the filthiest
of her fornication."

So you give in to
your grievance.

And you get away with it.

Why stop there?

Then you meet, um.

Jasmine.

And finally you
have some semblance

of the life you've
always prayed for.

'On your hands and knees.'

As your eyes look to God, but
your thoughts turn to the Devil.

This is bollocks.

'Jasmine was all you needed to
lock that part of you away.'

PHONE BUZZES.

Winters.

How did you find out she was
having an affair, Mr Banks?

You'd taken a sleeping pill

so why would your wife
need to check up on you?

Unless she had a
very good reason

for wanting to be absolutely
certain you were asleep.

She'd been acting funny.

I said I was going to bed,

that I'd taken something
to help me sleep.

I heard her on the phone.

'She left minutes later.'

She broke her promise to you,

so you broke your
promise to yourself?

Dennis Banks, did you rape
Saskia Dawson and Diana Tyson,

and are you guilty of the
attempted rape of Milly Standish?

Milly's no longer
in a coma, Dennis.

Dennis Banks, did you rape
Saskia Dawson and Diana Tyson,

and attempt to rape
Milly Standish?

I need to hear you say it!

Yes.

HE SNORTS LIGHTLY.

SHE EXHALES.

Thank you, Jasper. My
pleasure, Christina.

SHE CHUCKLES GENTLY.

This just came for
you, Professor.

I see.

I'm not going to clean it.

'Crime is inherently traumatic.

'A narrow snapshot of the
event encodes onto the brain.'

Within seconds, this memory starts
to fade, to become contaminated,

turning us into
unreliable narrators.

DOORBELL RINGS

'A violent event leaves a wound

'which spreads and
infects everything.'

HE INHALES SHARPLY.

Hi.

I know it's been
a long time, but

we got him.

'Trauma scrambles the senses,
ladies and gentlemen.'

It transforms even the most
lucid mind into a labyrinth.

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