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[ Acoustic guitar playing mid-tempo music ]
[ Bottles clanking ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
What are you, a girl? Come on. Play something real, man.
[ Music stops ]
[ Plays introduction to "Smoke on the Water" ]
[ Laughter, bottle opens ]
MAN: [ In distance ] Stop!
[ Music stops ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
YOUNG MAN: ***.
[ Shouting continues ]
[ Shouting continues ]
[ Bottles clanking ]
[ All shouting ]
Subtitling made possible by RLJ Entertainment
[ Vehicle approaching ]
BILLY: Here.
[ Engine shuts off, doors open, close]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Hello?
He's come off that edge in the water.
Bunch of sixth-formers
on a residential at the activity center saw it happen.
Tried to get him out. Couldn't find him in the dark.
Divers pulled him out this morning.
And he was burning?
Give us a bell around lunchtime. I'll have more for you then.
New phone.
You've got your own ring tone.
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
What?
Billy.
Fire burns upwards.
Lowest point of burning gives you the point of ignition.
In this case...here.
Mm. From the feet up.
No wonder he jumped.
Must have been in agony.
[ Creaking ]
JOE: Ma'am.
Gideon Frane.
Extreme-sports fanatic. 25 years of age.
Parents live abroad. They've been informed.
No siblings, no partner.
Well, how come we've got so much on him so fast?
All the in and outs come from the fella who runs the place --
Jim McKinnon.
He I.D.'d the body.
Cannot stop talking, according to Kenny, with the shock.
Or guilt.
No. His alibi is good.
Aye. According to Kenny.
REBECCA: Is there anything else you remember at all?
[ Police radio chatter ]
VERA: How is she handling herself -- Shep?
JOE: Good.
I reckon the military police's loss is our gain.
We've got statements from the kids who witnessed it.
Same story from everyone.
They heard an altercation, then they saw him on fire.
School's keen to let the parents take them home.
And you thought you'd spend your first day
learning how the coffee machine works, right?
[ Door opens, closes ]
VERA: A private school, is it?
Yeah. St. Finan's.
They had the whole place booked out for the sixth form.
What was Gideon Frane doing here?
Well, apparently invested money in the center a while back.
He spent all his time off here.
He even kept a yurt on the grounds --
you know, one of those Mongolian tents.
Time off from what?
Investment banking.
VERA: Mm.
Well, let's go meet Kenny's talkative friend.
We were going under.
Bailiffs literally at the door.
So Gideon saved your center from ruin.
Oh, no question. No -- No question.
It wasn't just the money. It was the ideas.
Turf and surf.
Treetop adventures along with coastal-area drift diving.
We were planning a via ferrata.
Make Cunnister look like a kids' playground.
Yeah. And you last saw Mr. Frane?
Uh, Tuesday evening. 7:00 -- 1900 hours.
I know because I was meeting some friends in the pub
and were running late.
I-I asked if he wanted to come,
but he said no, he was going back to the yurt.
Thing is, I know it's gonna come out,
so I'd rather tell you guys right now, right out front.
Nothing hidden, nothing concealed.
Like I said to your man,
I'd rather lay it all out -- everything --
and then you'll know.
Know what, Mr. McKinnon?
The planning office said no.
After everything that Gideon had done for us,
I was scared to tell him.
So...I put it up anyway.
The yurt.
It's illegal.
VERA: Only got to see a police officer
and they start confessing to anything
from losing a library book to cheating on the missus.
We're gonna be hours sifting through that lot.
Still, I'll check out that investment of Gideon's.
VERA: Right.
JOE: Make sure there's no motive in it.
VERA: [ Sighs ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
It looks like a fight.
VERA: Mm.
[ Lid rattles ]
But what set him alight?
JOE: So the fight starts inside the yurt and then moves outside.
And then either accidentally or on purpose,
Gideon's assailant gets him into the fire pit.
No. His shoes weren't burnt.
Well, maybe he wasn't in it long enough for his shoes to burn.
Just for his combat trousers to take light.
Wasn't she at the adventure center?
[ Gears grind ]
Hello, love.
I'm Detective Chief Inspector Vera Stanhope
from the Northumberland and City Police.
We were just up at Craith.
I thought everyone was being picked up by their parents.
I didn't want to bother me mum.
-Ah. -Be fine on the bus.
We can give you a lift. What way are you going?
That's -- That's really kind of you, but...
I'm still a bit shaky.
Yeah.
I was planning on having a cry at the back of the bus.
Dear, you don't have to be worried
about crying in here, love.
My sergeant does it all the time.
[ Chuckles ] Come on.
Hop in the back.
Sorry.
Here, love.
Ah, I don't blame you.
It's a difficult thing.
It'll take a while to settle.
It was just so sudden.
We heard him shouting, and then...
Probably only lasted a few seconds.
It's coming up on the left.
Do you want us to come in with you,
let your mum know what happened?
I'll talk to her later, when the little ones are in their beds.
-BOY: Whoa! -[ Tires screech ]
Ruben! Run! Run fast! She's coming after us!
How many times has Mum told you?!
-It's a road! -[ Dog barking ]
I'm really sorry.
Thanks again for the lift.
[ Children shouting indistinctly ]
JOE: Where is their mother? They could've been killed.
Mm. Maybe she's at work.
Can't all be your Celine.
Homemade fairy cakes, towels that match the soap.
[ Chuckles ]
There's no need to sneer.
I'm not.
I'm just saying, 17-year-old girl witnesses a ***.
She has to get the bus home
'cause she doesn't want to bother her mum.
Well, maybe it's not a ***.
Till we've got something concrete to go on,
could be anything -- accident, misadventure,
or spontaneous human combustion.
Anything.
-[ Surf rock music playing ] -MAN: Whoo!
Whoo!
Whoo!
[ Water splashes ]
Whoo!
[ Music continues ]
Whoo!
[ Music stops ]
Gideon Frane.
Now, we know who he was, what he did for a living,
and that he loved extreme sports.
What we don't know is how and why he came to be alight.
But more importantly,
we don't know who he was arguing with
before he appeared on fire on the edge of the cliff.
So...where do we start looking?
Investment banker.
Well, nobody's favorite profession at the moment.
But there's something about burning.
It's personal, sadistic.
People hate bankers as a group, not as individuals.
Well, all the same -- Mark, get onto the F.I.O.
Let's check out any groups,
activists who might have targeted someone like Frane.
What about Jim McKinnon?
The money that Gideon invested in the center.
No. I checked. There's nothing going on there.
Well, I'm with Joe.
Even if this was just a fight that took a wrong turn,
I think it's personal.
So let's keep coming at this from both angles --
personal and professional.
Joe, Kenny, I want to know
who was in the vicinity of that adventure center --
teachers, pupils, center workers,
dog walkers, stargazers -- everyone.
Shep, I want to know who he worked with,
who he socialized with.
-KENNY: Who he slept with. -[ Light laughter ]
McKinnon said he didn't have a partner.
Well, maybe not a partner.
But if I was built like that, I'd not be wasting time.
Well, get back to McKinnon, then.
Oh! That interview?
That was a station record.
That man could talk for England and breathe through his ***.
[ Laughter ]
Well, get him talking about Gideon Frane's sex life, then.
Now, come on, everyone.
Let's give ourselves something to go on.
-Shep? -[ Cellphone ringing ]
REBECCA: Ma'am.
Has Kenny done something to his hair?
Mm-hmm. [ Whispers ] New woman.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Billy.
Lungs full of water.
He drowned.
I blame the coat.
It's polyester and duck down.
Went up like a Roman candle,
then took in water like a sponge.
Might as well have gone swimming in a burning duvet.
I mean, not that I've ever tried, mind.
Flaming bedding. That's a bit niche even for me.
Would he have survived without the water, without the drowning?
First- and second-degree burns over 60% of his body.
It's doubtful.
Well, I need to know why he was burning, Billy.
I need to know if I'm looking at accident or intention.
Doing me best for you.
[ Falsetto ] ♪ 'Cause I'd catch a grenade for you ♪
♪ Vera ♪
♪ Throw my hand on a blade for you ♪
♪ Vera ♪
Yeah. I'll call you.
[ Door opens ]
[ Gulls crying ]
[ Sizzling ]
[ Man shouting ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Groans ]
[ Water running ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Joe.
Kenny got a name out of Jim McKinnon.
Gideon Frane used to date a girl called Izzy
about a year or so back.
A hairdresser.
I think I've tracked her down.
Right.
City Centre Salon.
Apparently it's a late-night opening tonight.
[ Bells chime, door closes ]
[ Mid-tempo music playing ]
Northumberland and City Police.
Uh, we were hoping to have a word
with one of your stylists -- Izzy.
I'll see if she's free.
Thanks, love.
Hey.
What have you done to your hand?
Yeah. Look at that.
Sausages all full of bloody water these days.
Can't put them near an oil pan.
What were you doing, frying stuff?
Yeah. What?
The doctor gave you all of those diet sheets.
Are you like this at home?
'Cause the kids are gonna be leaving
as soon as they've scraped up the bus fare.
Uh, can I help you?
Izzy?
Yeah.
Izzy, I'm Vera Stanhope, Northumberland and City Police.
This is my sergeant, Joe Ashworth.
I believe you used to date a man called Gideon Frane.
Is that right?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
You, uh, had any contact with him
since you stopped seeing him?
Are you being funny?
My file must be a foot thick
with all the incidents I've logged.
Isn't that why you're here?
I think, uh, we're at cross-purposes here, pet.
We're investigating a death in suspicious circumstances
of Gideon Frane.
JOE: We were just wondering if you might be able to help us
with our inquiries.
Gideon -- Gideon is dead?
Mm.
[ Voice breaking ] Oh, thank God.
Oh, thank God.
Ninety-seven incidents over a 12-month period.
Low-level harassment escalating to abusive messages,
threats, and criminal damage.
Izzy was so scared, she moved out.
Been sleeping on a friend's sofa the last nine months.
So why wasn't Gideon Frane arrested?
VERA: No proof.
Never any witnesses.
No CCTV evidence.
Never used a phone that could be traced back to him.
He knew what he was doing.
Ah. Well, maybe he's done it before.
We ran him through the computer. Nothing prior to this.
Ah. Well, Izzy's got friends, support.
Someone more isolated might not have come forward.
Shep, see what you can dig up on any previous relationships, hmm?
She was so let down.
VERA: Ah. Well, they say they were building a case.
Well, aye. Maybe towards the end.
But, I mean, look at all this.
Nobody took her seriously for months.
REBECCA: Be fair.
"Complainant reported ex-boyfriend followed her
to and from work."
He wasn't breaking any laws. What could they have done?
Yeah, but she's reporting incident after incident,
and nobody made the link.
Nobody saw that there was a pattern forming.
And that's why it escalated --
because he knew that no one was gonna do anything about it.
And?
What?
It's just in a situation like this,
you can kind of see why someone would want to take matters
into their own hands.
Mm.
KENNY: So, what's her alibi?
I told you that when you came into work.
We'd just like to go through it in a bit more detail.
Night before last.
I was at the flat with Kit.
Was there anyone else with you?
No. Just me and Izzy.
Watching telly.
Anything good?
Not really.
We had a drink.
Had a laugh, you know?
How long have you lived at Kit's?
Ever since psycho boy drowned her cat in a bucket
and left it on the doorstep as a birthday present.
Not that anyone could prove it was him, of course.
Sweetest girl in the world.
She'd do anything for anyone.
And she ends up with him?
Still, it's a big thing, opening your door to a friend like that.
Well, somebody had to help.
Christ knows you lot weren't doing anything.
Shocking, really.
Makes us wonder why we pay our taxes.
Why'd they split up?
IZZY: I, um...
I found out he was seeing other people.
Any names?
I don't think he asked their names.
Wasn't that kind of seeing.
I went to the doctor's.
I thought maybe I'd picked up an infection
from a swimming pool.
[ Exhales sharply ]
Doctor put me right, anyway.
I was gonna confront Gideon,
but when it came to it, I just cried.
[ Sighs ]
Pathetic.
So you broke it off?
And then?
Pfff!
At first I...
I thought it was because he wanted me back --
you know, he wanted a second chance.
That was when I realized...
He couldn't stand the fact that it was her doing the leaving.
He couldn't stand not being able to control her.
He really was a worthless piece of ***.
[ Knock, door opens ]
Ma'am.
So, is there anything else you wanted to tell us?
I like your friend's hair.
House to house, Kenny.
I want every door near that flat knocked on.
I want that alibi either firmed up or shot down.
Ah. Right you are, ma'am.
What about Tinker Bell and his friend?
[ Sighs ]
And you wonder why he thinks we're the enemy.
Joe, with me.
[ Footsteps approaching ]
VERA: What?
Laceration across the hallucis longus.
Now, whatever did it took a chip out of the shinbone as well,
so we're talking an impact of some force.
But here's the thing.
Fragment of combat trouser retrieved from inside the gash.
Now, the sharp-eyed among you will note
that it shows no sign of burning,
meaning it was pushed into the flesh before the fire took hold,
from which the discerning and logical mind can infer --
Oh, stop grandstanding, Billy.
I'm not in the mood.
Whatever did that also set him alight.
An impact of some force.
So they either hit him with it...
threw it at him, what?
What is it?
I'd say you were looking for something
with a sharp metal edge.
As for the fuel...
his clothes were made from petrochemical textiles.
They'll contain the same constituents
as most accelerants.
So it'd be hard to identify any traces
even if he hadn't been in the water.
Okay. Joe, get on to CSI.
See if they found anything in the vicinity of the yurt
that fits the bill, all right?
You want me to put something on that for you?
What? No.
I'd think you were laying me out.
[ Door closes ]
Actually, Billy, you know,
you're not looking so clever yourself.
Too many late nights?
Just off me food.
Happens once in a while.
You know, one case in a while.
With fire, it's almost always the smoke that kills them.
Couple of lungfuls and it's good night, Vienna.
Burns come postmortem.
But...
...he was alive.
Well, if it helps...
[ Sighs ]
...they say he wasn't one of life's best.
"Worthless piece of ***" was the phrase used.
Yeah. Well, same could be said of me.
In fact, I think I've got it in writing.
No. It's about the flesh.
The nerves, the pain.
So no, it doesn't help, but thanks anyway.
CSI haven't found anything that matches that description.
VERA: All right.
Well, they didn't know what they were looking for, did they?
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Hinges squeak ]
[ Liquid sloshes ]
[ Metal rattling ]
Joe!
Thrown at him hard enough to chip a bone.
Now, the lamp oil would have ignited on impact.
This is now a *** investigation.
So, what have you got for me?
Something happened at Gideon's bank a few days ago.
Might be unrelated, but...
I got nothing on Gideon professionally.
He didn't stand out as being any more ruthless than the next man.
But one of his colleagues mentioned something
about an attempted mugging a few days ago,
so I got tapes off security.
KENNY: Ah. Looks like an Internet hoax.
Yeti fighting a Bigfoot.
VERA: Wait a minute.
Something's wrong here.
Take it back.
Look at that.
[ Key clicks ]
Looks like the mugger's calling him.
Now, why would a mugger do that --
make his presence known?
Lose the element of surprise.
Ma'am.
They told me to come straight up.
I think I've got something.
I've been opening whatever has arrived for Gideon.
I didn't think that this one would be any...different.
Not too --
See, I thought there might be prints.
Hey, give us it. Give us it here.
It's been in the post.
It's probably been handled by half the country.
Well done.
VERA: "You will burn in hell."
What is that -- a threat?
Prophecy?
It's a warning.
-[ Door closes ] -What's this?
-Frozen peas. -[ Siren wailing ]
For my hand last night.
Oh, sit on my hat, man!
Bit of damp is not gonna hurt you.
[ Engine turns over ]
MAN: Gum residue at the top.
Definitely torn from a pad.
Can you tell if there was anything written
on the page above?
There's something there, but the indentations are too shallow.
I think it's time for my favorite magic trick.
VERA: Well, well, well.
"Kit O'Dowd."
[ Bells chime ]
It's all right, pet.
We know the way.
[ Bells chime, door closes ]
How are you?
Oh, I'm great.
[ Metal clatters ]
This is me...
[ Metal clatters ]
...coming quietly.
The notepad it was written on
was last used to write a letter to your landlord
complaining about the boiler.
He ought to be prosecuted.
The rent he charges.
So you do recognize this.
-Uh-huh. -Did you send it?
Yes.
Why?
He was texting her, saying he was gonna get her gang-***.
And all the police said was, "Keep logging the incidents."
You lot.
What are you even for?
Cheeky bloody sod.
VERA: Would you mind taking your shirt off for me, pet?
KIT: I'll tell the papers you said that.
Shirt.
[ Exhales deeply ]
[ Buttons opening ]
Where'd you get them bruises?
We have you on CCTV in the underground car park
of the office where Gideon Frane worked.
What, we weren't doing enough?
What, did you take matters into your own hands, hmm?
What'd you say to him?
I told him to leave Izzy alone.
[ Inhales sharply ]
And?
And...
I didn't tell her.
I didn't want to upset her.
Did you kill Gideon Frane?
I wish.
No.
I didn't.
Have you seen the kit I pack at work?
I got a cutthroat razor.
I use scissors that could take your ear off.
Why would I bother bloody burning a man to death?
What's all this, then?
Coincidence.
Mm.
I wanted to scare him.
Specific, though.
"You will burn."
"In hell"! It wasn't meant to be literal.
It was biblical.
Hellfire and damnation. Judgment Day.
Oh, so you're a religious man, are you, Mr. O'Dowd?
It just fitted.
I-I don't know why.
Maybe because of his background,
St. Finan's being a church school.
Gideon Frane went to St. Finan's?
I just wanted him to feel like someone was watching,
like someone knew.
I just wanted him to stop.
Joe, get yourself in front of the magistrate.
I want a warrant to search his flat.
Okay.
[ Telephone ringing ]
What are we bothering with the magistrate for?
He's got the motive, an unproven alibi,
and he's admitted to sending a malicious communication.
Why do we not just arrest him?
Because I don't want to go blowing it by jumping the gun.
When we've got concrete evidence
linking him to the death of Gideon Frane,
then we'll make an arrest.
In the meantime, he's free to go.
So go on.
Oh!
Here he is -- Mr. Hint of a Tint.
And I thought I was the only gay in the village.
[ Door opens ]
Get out.
But don't leave the country.
Don't even leave the town.
We will be talking to you again.
So, uh, that's it?
I'm not under arrest?
If it was up to me, sunshine...
[ Telephone ringing ]
-[ Knock on door ] -REBECCA: Ma'am?
You asked me to look into Gideon Frane's past relationships.
Do I pursue that or are we standing down
all lines of inquiry except Kit O'Dowd?
No. Pursue it.
Might be worth going right back.
Gideon Frane went to St. Finan's,
same school as the kids at the lake.
Joe, when you've got the warrant,
tell the search team we're looking for traces of lamp oil
and soil from the woods.
Anything to put Kit O'Dowd at the scene.
What are you doing if we need to find you?
Research.
[ Vehicle approaching ]
[ Brakes squeak ]
[ Engine shuts off ]
JOE: They finished searching Kit O'Dowd's flat.
-Nothing. -Well, shut the door.
Don't let all the heat out.
[ Door closes ]
JOE: Look, I don't think he did it.
He made a silly threat with a random choice of words,
and now he realizes that no one is gonna believe
that he had nothing to do with Gideon's death.
That's why he's acting all jumpy.
I mean, I'd be scared. Wouldn't you?
You didn't expect to find anything in that flat, did you?
Mm.
You don't think he did it any more than I do.
No.
[ Hisses ]
Cheeky little ***.
But I don't think he killed anyone.
You got any milk?
No. Watching me cholesterol.
If you don't think he did it, why'd you search the flat?
Well, we can't rule him out
just because you and me don't fancy him for it.
Kenny's right.
More than reasonable grounds for suspicion.
I mean, "You will burn"?
We're going to eliminate him.
We need proof positive
that he wasn't there when Gideon was killed.
Hey, that still looks sore.
Hmm? Yeah.
You know, when the kids hurt themself,
it's amazing how quickly it heals.
You can almost watch it happen.
Hey, tonight I told Celine I'd look after meself.
So I was gonna get a takeaway. What do you fancy?
No, no. You're all right.
Um, I've already eaten.
What did they think they were going to find
when they got to Gideon's yurt?
A man catches fire, goes over the cliff,
then drowns.
[ Scoffs ]
If you were planning to commit ***,
that's leaving an awful lot to chance.
What was his plan?
Where's the washing-up?
What?
Well, you said you'd eaten. Where's the plates, the pans?
That's it, isn't it? That's your evening meal.
I've been busy.
I was planning to do some shopping tomorrow,
as it happens.
Not that it's any of your business.
When are you gonna get yourself organized?
Just get something done of it.
When are you gonna start taking care of yourself?
And when are you gonna get off my case, hmm?
Telling me what to do under me own roof.
Oh, go on, will you?
I've got work to do.
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Engine turns over, vehicle departs ]
[ Clock ticking ]
[ Gulls crying ]
[ Horn honks ]
Every witness at the quarry
talked about hearing an argument, an altercation.
Every witness except one.
Ruthie Culvert, the girl we gave a lift to?
Yeah. She said she heard him shouting.
Not them. Him.
Get in.
[ Birds chirping ]
[ Clicking ]
D.C.I. Vera Stanhope.
Northumberland and City Police.
And this is my sergeant, Joe Ashworth.
Could we come in, Mrs. Culvert?
It's about yesterday.
Yeah.
My dad was police. CID.
-Oh. -Retired now.
He's just picking Ruthie up from school.
He'll be back in a minute.
Oh. Saturday-morning school? That's keen.
She can't afford to slack off
if she wants to keep the scholarship.
St. Finan's does scholarships, do they?
Oh, we could never have afforded it otherwise.
I lost my husband just before Max was born.
Dad helps out, so we manage.
But, you know, it's all held together
with string over string.
-Yeah. I know how you feel. -[ Door closes ]
Oh, hello again, love.
We were wondering if we could have a word.
It is hard to remember.
Everyone's talked so much about it since.
You forget what's your own memory
and what's someone else's.
Mm-hmm.
But you stand by what you said? Hmm?
You didn't hear an argument. Just a single voice shouting.
He sounded angry.
Love.
I don't know.
Maybe it was two voices.
I'm really sorry.
I can't help you.
Oh, don't be daft.
-You've been a real help. -[ Door closes ]
[ Both shouting ]
Oi! Stop!
What are you doing?
What is that?
-I'll be fine. -Oh!
[ Hammer pounding ]
VERA: Morning.
Hi.
About what happened at the adventure center, is it?
Well, you, of all people, should know we're not at liberty.
Is that ex-CID?
Look.
[ Coughs ]
It really upset Ruthie.
She didn't want to worry her mother.
She came to me.
I was hoping her statement would be the end of it.
We just wanted to go over a few details.
Yeah. Still, it stirs things up.
May be a good idea to see if she's all right.
Oh, and you might want to give your daughter a hand.
One of them has got something stuck in his hair.
[ Chuckles ]
Feral, the lot of them!
Should put them in a zoo. [ Coughs ]
How would anyone live in that chaos?
I wouldn't be able to think.
Before you say anything, Celine buys soap to go with the towels.
-Not the other way around. -It's an impulse, isn't it?
Tidy things up, make them neat, smooth over the inconsistencies.
If something doesn't make sense,
you adjust it mentally so that it does.
It's not even conscious.
All of them.
Hearing something they thought was there.
But not her.
Not Ruthie.
We've been picking away and picking away at this,
and this is the first time we've got something
we can really grab hold of -- one voice arguing.
What if the other voice didn't carry?
It was a woman or a child.
VERA: Or a phone call.
[ Slow music plays ]
♪ We'll meet again ♪
♪ Don't know where, don't -- ♪
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Vera.
Is there any chance at all
that Gideon Frane could've caused that injury himself?
He'd have to be throwing himself around some.
Yeah, but theoretically.
Um, theoretically, if he lashed out hard enough
and the lantern was there, it's possible.
[ GPS beeps ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
Why would he start chucking himself around?
JOE: Alcohol, psychotropic drugs.
If he was a user, we'd have heard about it by now.
REBECCA: Ma'am.
-Gideon Frane's phone records. -Nothing yet.
[ Sighs ]
But Kit and Izzy's alibi just checked out.
There's something else.
The professional complaint against Gideon was a dead end.
But I looked at St. Finan's, like you said.
Gideon Frane didn't just go there.
He was head boy.
Look at this.
Right.
This was his girlfriend.
Manda Adelaide.
And this is her...
[ Mouse clicks ]
...after she broke up with him.
VERA: [ Inhales sharply ]
Suicide attempt, apparently.
Threw herself down the stairs.
So, where is she now?
No one knows.
After that, she dropped out of school,
dropped out of her exams.
Basically she disappeared.
It's the same head teacher now as when Gideon was at school --
Dr. Ripman.
Although apparently it's school tradition
to call the head the master.
Jessie would love it here.
VERA: [ Chuckles ]
On a sergeant's salary?
[ Laughs ]
Dream on, love.
I don't know.
Jessie's a bright girl, you know?
Feel for the scholarship?
[ Children shouting ]
Mm.
Beats me why anyone would want one.
Bloody Hogwarts.
Uh, excuse me, love.
Do you happen to know where we might find the master?
In there.
Thanks, love.
[ Clock ticking ]
[ Exhales deeply ]
What?
Oh, nothing.
You know, head teacher's office.
So sorry to have kept you waiting.
[ Door closes ]
Dr. Ripman.
Don't tell me you were expecting a man.
How very unsisterly of you.
Uh, well, "the master" had me confused.
D.C.I. Stanhope, Northumberland and City Police.
This is my sergeant.
Vivienne Ripman.
D.S. Ashworth.
No, the title is just a matter of tradition.
When I was appointed, the governors hummed and hawed
and in the end suggested I might like to call myself
the mistress.
[ Laughs ]
I ask you, with 800 teenage boys,
all finely tuned to the slightest *** nuance.
I stuck with "master," started admitting girls.
Problem solved.
How may I help you?
Gideon Frane.
Yes.
Of course.
Gideon was one of that rare breed
who really do seem to have it all --
fine mind, academic prowess, superb athlete.
JOE: Did he ever get into any trouble?
I once relieved him of a pack of Marlboro Lights.
But other than that, exemplary.
Hence the head of school.
JOE: It was a big honor, that, was it?
Oh, yes.
Gideon wasn't always able to join his parents for holidays.
The school became his security.
He valued that.
Was it a coincidence
your sixth-formers went to the adventure center
that he'd invested in?
Not at all.
I make a point of supporting the ventures of ex-alumni.
Ah. The old school tie, eh?
Let's say my eye is always on the next set
of sixth-form internships.
I'm curious as to why you think Gideon's school career
might have any bearing on his death.
Actually, we were interested in a girlfriend he had at the time.
[ Paper rustling ]
Manda Adelaide?
VIVIENNE: Oh, yes.
They were quite a pair, those two.
That phrase from Shakespeare -- "golden lads and girls" --
always made me think of them.
Well, doesn't sound so golden to me, love.
Dropping out, suicide attempt.
Manda was one of those highfliers
who never quite find their wings.
It happens sometimes.
I felt it particularly personally in her case
because she was in the first intake of girls to the school.
My girls, I suppose.
She could have blazed very bright.
Terrible waste.
Mm.
Do you know what happened to her?
I'm afraid she didn't keep links with the school.
Well, what about this lad?
Who's he?
Jamie Levinson.
Any ideas where we might find him?
The last I heard, Acklington Prison.
Drugs offenses.
He was expelled.
A serious and unprovoked attack on another pupil.
Gideon Frane, as a matter of fact.
Any idea what was behind it?
Affairs of the heart tend to loom large at that age.
You think Manda was involved?
Speculation only.
But yes, that was my inference at the time.
[ Bell clanging ]
I'm afraid that's my cue.
Chemistry with the lower sixth.
Uh, just one more thing, love.
We passed a plaque on the wall down there --
the Frane Wing?
That wouldn't have anything to do with Gideon Frane, would it?
It was endowed by his family.
We owe many of our facilities to the generosity of ex-alumni.
As you said, old school tie.
VERA: An entire wing?
Don't tell me that doesn't buy you a head boyship and more.
What, you think Gideon killed his ex-girlfriend
and then Dr. Ripman covered it up
in exchange for some new classrooms?
No.
But the first woman ever to be appointed head.
She must have had an awful lot to prove --
and even more to lose.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes, engine turns over ]
[ Vehicle departs ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Shep.
All right. We'll take it.
All right.
What?
Someone called up the incident hotline.
Said they've got some information about Gideon Frane.
It was a nun.
A nun?
Calling from an outreach project for abused women.
[ Birds chirping ]
[ Engine shuts off ]
What was her name again?
Claire. Sister Claire.
[ Hinges creak ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
We understand you have some information for us, Sister...
-Claire. -...Claire.
Information about Gideon Frane?
Yes.
When I heard there was a *** investigation,
I thought you may come looking for me.
Ah.
And you'd be right, Manda Adelaide.
[ Footsteps, children shouting ]
We should go somewhere else.
Some of the children are nervous of men.
[ Wind whistling ]
JOE: Can I have three teas, please, mate?
-Yeah. I'll bring the over. -Yeah. Sure.
If she says anything about the doughnuts,
tell her you've run out.
So it was a genuine suicide attempt.
I was very unhappy at the time.
Because of Gideon?
Gideon was part of it.
Why did it end between the two of you?
He brought out the worst in me. I got sick of not liking meself.
Now, you said you had some information for us, love.
I suppose I'm the information.
Well, me not being dead.
Oh. Why would we think you would be?
When I got meself back on me feet,
I took a degree in psychology.
Our ministry is rooted in the idea
that we're in the world to serve the world,
so I'm studying for another now -- social work.
Gideon was never violent towards me, but he was controlling.
He liked to dominate.
He -- He could very easily have become someone
who did that kind of harm.
He had the profile.
I didn't want you to waste your time looking for me,
looking to back then for answers.
Thanks, love.
Just let us know if you want any doughnuts.
VERA: [ Chuckles ]
I'm not lying to a nun.
Have you, uh, had any contact with Jamie Levinson?
No.
No, not for a long time.
I don't know about your man back there
not wanting to lie to a nun,
but she's not telling us the truth.
Not the whole truth, anyway.
Vera?
Vera Stanhope?
I know. I know. You think I'd be dead by now.
[ Laughs ]
Sister Benedict?
Vera Stanhope.
Now, I know it's something tremendous that you do,
but you'll -- you'll have to remind me.
[ Laughs ]
I'm 800 years old, you see, and I can't remember a thing.
It's police. It's the police.
Police. Of course!
This is my sergeant, Joe Ashworth.
That marvelous questioning mind she had.
I always knew she'd either end up in the law or fighting it.
[ Laughs ]
That time they tried to kick you out of St. Anselm's,
and I said, "You will not.
We want that child on the side of the angels."
-[ Laughs ] -Oh!
And here you are.
Here you are.
Oh.
[ Vehicle approaching ]
Does she treat you well?
Because she was a great favorite with me.
But those forthright ways of hers
used to alarm some of the more sensitive children.
Well, I know my place.
She does the thinking. I do the legwork.
[ Door closes ]
Ma'am!
Oh, I'm sorry.
Duty calls.
Oh. Of course. But come and see me.
And bring your sergeant.
He'll want to know about all your escapades.
[ Laughs ]
[ Chuckles ]
KENNY: We've been trying to reach you.
It's Billy. He's found something.
It's not something we routinely screen for.
You need to be looking.
Wouldn't have occurred to me
until you asked if he could've got that injury hisself.
And there it is.
Causes visual disturbances, unsteady gait, hallucinations.
Arguing with someone who's not there?
Very possibly fighting them as well.
According to tradition, makes you hot as a hare,
blind as a bat, dry as a bone,
mad as a hatter.
And you're sure?
Absolutely 100% copper bottom,
anything else you want to throw at it --
Gideon Frane was poisoned.
VERA: Atropine.
Comes from deadly nightshade
and in the quantity Gideon Frane was given
would've proved fatal if he hadn't drowned first.
Do we know how he took it?
Well, it's bitter, so it must have been disguised.
There was tonic water and *** in the yurt.
I'd check both to see if either might have been the source.
He'd have been confused, possibly hallucinating.
Comes out of the yurt, shouting and thrashing about.
Kicks the lamp, catches fire.
Then terrified and burning,
jumps off the cliff into the water.
KENNY: Hold on.
If somebody got into his tent to spike a bottle of ***,
they could've done that anytime.
So all bets are off as far as alibis are concerned.
So does that mean we're bringing in Kit O'Dowd again?
Do you know what?
I just don't fancy him for it.
But I'll tell you who has got qualifications in chemistry
and God knows what else plastered all over her walls.
Dr. Ripman.
VERA: Dr. Ripman.
Now, Gideon Frane, Manda Adelaide,
Jamie Levinson, and Dr. Ripman.
Now, there's something connecting these four.
Maybe to do with school, maybe not.
But these two aren't talking.
He can't talk.
So I'd say the man we need to find...is him.
I'm here to advise you that we're no longer looking at you
in connection with the death of Gideon Frane.
And they sent you all the way here to tell me that?
Look, I came on the hard man,
telling you we wanted to question you again.
I just wanted to put the record straight.
So this is an apology?
Hey. Not from me, son.
I'm not the one making the personal comments.
And by the way, this is a quality home product.
-Oh, sit down. -Eh?
I'm not letting you walk out of here like this.
[ Grunts ] Somebody might think I did it.
I found him.
I found him! Jamie Levinson! I found him!
Dr. Ripman said he'd done time in Acklington for drugs.
She was wrong about the prison -- or she was lying --
but she was right about the offense.
His record said he was trying to come clean.
So I went 'round all the drugs-rehab charities
until I found him.
VERA: Mm. Thinking and legwork.
Hm.
Golden lads and girls.
[ Horn blares ]
[ Door rattling ]
You know, it's about death.
What is?
Mr. Levinson?
"Golden lads and girls must all, as chimney sweepers,
come to dust."
I looked it up.
They use it at funerals.
Mr. Levinson!
JAMIE: It's boarded up.
People kept breaking in, so I nailed it.
[ Sniffs ] You'll have to come in the back.
[ Dog barking in distance ]
Gideon?
Jesus.
[ Glass clanks ]
[ Lid opening ]
[ Liquid sloshes ]
I'm not supposed to be drinking.
Jesus.
You hadn't heard, then?
No.
I don't really keep up with...things.
Sorry. Do you want --
No. It's a bit early in the day for me.
Oh.
Well, thanks. He's driving.
Ah. You're all right.
I'll find one. [ Chuckles ]
JOE: When was the last time you saw him?
JAMIE: Gideon?
Not for years.
Not since school.
Actually...that's what we wanted to talk to you about --
school.
Thanks.
[ Door opens ]
Is the boss in?
Um, no. She's out with Joe.
Why?
It's nothing that can't wait.
Looking good, Kenny.
Ah. Well, I'm a good-looking boy.
So you remember nothing?
Is that what you're saying --
nothing at all about your last two years at school?
I've had difficulties with substances.
Memory problems.
Do you remember attacking Gideon Frane?
Attack?
No.
It was a fight.
Well, what about?
What were you fighting over?
[ Clears throat ] I'm sorry.
I don't...
Did it involve a Manda Adelaide?
Or is that something else Dr. Ripman has misled us about?
Misled?
Well, it was her told us you went for Gideon.
A "serious and unprovoked" assault.
No.
[ Inhales sharply ]
Hey. Hey, sit down!
Hey!
[ Speaking indistinctly ]
[ Grunts ]
Joe!
Vera! Vera!
[ Wheezing ]
Vera! It's okay.
It's okay, Vera! Stay with me!
-[ Breathing heavily ] -[ Voice fading ] Vera!
Stay with us!
Vera!
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Door opens ]
Twenty-four hours under observation.
Barely touched the bloody stuff.
You collapsed in front of us.
Oh. Well, apparently atropine and angina don't mix.
I'm not taking you out of here.
It's a poison.
You were poisoned.
Look.
Gideon Frane -- ***.
Jamie Levinson -- attempted ***.
I haven't got 24 hours to waste sitting in here.
-[ Grunts ] -Ma'am!
Look, why don't you just give it a few hours?
If you're feeling all right then, discharge yourself.
Drop of water.
REBECCA: It'll be no different.
You can run things from in here.
Just say what you need us to do.
Right.
Dr. Ripman.
Now, she had you down as the dumb sidekick,
so play up to that.
Get her to lower her guard.
See what you can get out of her about atropine.
[ Chuckles ]
Now, anything you can find on Jamie Levinson.
Why is it the son
whose family has the money to send him to St. Finan's
is living in that sort of squalor, hmm?
And get Kenny to bring me in a laptop.
I need to borrow your car.
Are you not done bothering me yet?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot that I came here in an ambulance with you!
So I've left my car up there.
[ Keys jingling ]
Just...can't stand being fussed over.
Well, give him credit for having the courage.
No one else would dare.
[ Hinges squeak, door closes ]
I know what it is. I know how it acts.
At a pinch, I could probably produce it,
though I'd have to look up the method.
Are you suggesting I did?
We just need to check it out.
You being a chemist, having the expertise.
I doubt it requires a Ph.D. in organic chemistry.
If street drug traders can synthesize MDMA,
they ought to be able to produce atropine.
Most of my A-level chemistry class could probably manage it.
The wonders of education.
I didn't even know what deadly nightshade looked like
till I went on Google Images.
So you have no idea
why anyone would want to poison Gideon Frane?
No.
Or Jamie Levinson?
I'm afraid not.
We spoke to him about his days at school.
He didn't seem to remember much.
I'm sorry. Nothing springs to mind which might be relevant.
Obviously, if anything occurs --
How would you go about getting a scholarship
to a place like this?
Aren't you a little old?
No. My daughter.
She's bright as a button.
There's an entrance exam.
The school secretary can give you the details.
I warn you -- Competition is fierce.
I bet it is.
Other schools would sell their soul
for the kind of results you get here.
Results that are built on hard work and superlative teaching.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
How you feeling?
Bad.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh, I've had some rough brews in my time.
But, oh, that!
Sorry.
Oh, it wasn't your fault.
Was it?
I don't know how it got there.
[ Grunts ] I haven't even been drinking.
Not for weeks.
So someone put it there, hmm?
People come and go.
Friends of friends of friends.
I don't always know.
So, your husband taught at St. Finan's, Mrs. Culvert?
That's how we knew it was a good school.
Always was, but Vivienne Ripman took it into another league.
Did he ever talk about her, say what he thought of her?
Not really.
There's a lot of pressure on staff and pupils.
Colin said that he just wanted to leave it all behind
when he came home.
There. That's enough, I think.
Just let it take care of itself for a while.
Dad was always the same about work.
He drew a line under it
as soon as he walked in through the door.
-What about you? -Me?
No. I'm not the strong, silent type.
My wife can't shut me up.
[ Both chuckle ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Clears throat ]
So, what happened to your husband, then?
MARY: Car crash.
Him and Ruthie.
I was lucky not to lose her, too.
[ Knife scraping ]
JOE: It must be hard, however it happens.
When it comes all of a sudden, it must knock you off your feet.
It's like being hit with a wrecking ball.
There was the kids. I was pregnant.
And then Max was born with spina bifida.
How do you manage?
[ Laughing ] I'm not sure I do.
But here we all are, anyway.
You live the life you've got, don't you?
It's not like I'm on me own.
Ruthie takes an awful lot on her shoulders.
And Dad ferrying the kids around,
making sure they don't go without treats.
I still miss Colin, though.
I still miss him.
[ Knife scraping ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Took your advice.
Waited a couple of hours,
then had a chat with one of the doctors.
Very reasonable young man.
Saw my side of the situation eventually.
Oh, there'll be a call from the hospital
as soon as Jamie Levinson's fit to be interviewed.
Make sure I hear about it.
Joe, Dr. Ripman. What have you got?
Well, nothing on the atropine.
But she got really edgy when she realized
we'd been speaking to Jamie Levinson.
I mean, it was something else.
I was just firing stuff out there, playing Battleships.
So I mentioned the school exam results.
They've been top of the league tables.
-Yeah. And? -Well, it definitely hit.
She just iced over.
You could feel the temperature drop.
But the real find came afterwards.
You know that school honors board?
Next to it, there's one for teachers
that were killed in service at the school.
Mostly during the war.
But one teacher died
the same year that Gideon Frane was head boy,
Manda Adelaide tried to kill herself,
and Jamie Levinson got expelled.
Yeah?
What's the chronology?
I don't know. I'm still working on it.
But that teacher was Ruthie Culvert's dad.
Ma'am? Sorry.
You asked us to look at Jamie Levinson.
I've got something.
It's not just the family that have money.
He's personally wealthy. I-I mean seriously moneyed.
Massive annual income from a trust.
Well, where is it?
The man lives like a sewer rat.
Can't spend it all on drugs and alcohol.
He gives it all away to a kids' charity.
What charity?
Parada.
Helps families affected by spina bifida.
Ruthie's brother.
This isn't a conspiracy.
Jamie, Manda.
This is atonement.
You lied to us.
Didn't want us wasting time looking back then for answers?
You are a liar.
It's all about back then, and you knew it.
Jamie Levinson is in intensive care.
He was poisoned the same way as Gideon.
No.
No.
No.
You thought...he'd done it.
You thought Jamie killed Gideon.
I was trying to find him to talk to him.
I-I just wanted him to have the chance to do the right thing --
to come forward of his own accord.
If he hadn't, I would have come to you.
I would have told you.
Told us what?
Is he gonna be all right?
Told us what?
What?
Seven years ago -- you, Jamie, Gideon Frane,
and a teacher called Colin Culvert.
Now, what happened?
It was about results, wasn't it?
It was about exam results.
Gideon cheated.
An A-level he was taking a year early.
Mr. Culvert found out and took it to the head.
Whole year, we were her creatures.
The first cohort she'd seen all the way through the school,
"A" stars all the way.
Especially Gideon.
Maybe she didn't want to lose his grades
for the league tables.
Maybe she had her sights set on a new wing.
I don't know.
What, she covered it up?
Let him get away with it?
After that, Gideon knew whatever he did, he was protected.
It's not hard to bully a teacher,
not if you're popular, and Gideon was.
Why did you and Jamie get involved?
You know what it's like at that age.
You and your friends against the world.
We -- We thought Mr. Culvert just had it in for Gideon,
picking on him,
that we were the plucky underdogs fighting back.
We thought we were the heroes of the story.
Mr. Culvert started drinking.
You could smell it on his breath in class, under the mints.
He kept a bottle in his bag,
and we used to top it off with other things.
You can imagine.
One day after school,
we went back to his classroom to collect some things,
and Gideon started taunting him about the drinking
and about how he was gonna go and tell the head.
[ Voice breaking ] And Mr. Culvert just...
Mr. Culvert just...just broke.
He started crying.
We'd...We'd never seen a teacher cry before.
W-We thought it was funny.
We thought he deserved it for what he'd done to Gideon.
He crashed on the way home.
[ Birds chirping ]
I don't even remember the last thing we said to him.
I remember we were laughing
and that as we were leaving, there was this noise.
She must have been there the whole time.
We just hadn't seen.
Who?
His daughter.
The look on her face.
I've seen it since then, with kids I've worked with.
Anguish.
[ Leaves rustling ]
VERA: Mrs. Culvert.
Mary, love.
Now, when your husband was killed, Ruthie was in the car?
But she doesn't remember much.
It's probably just as well.
Well, we need to see her, love.
Right, Joe.
Is she about?
Uh, yeah. Ruthie?
[ Door opens ]
What's the matter? Has something happened?
No. Just a couple of questions, love.
JOE: Ruthie!
Ruthie!
She's gone.
VERA: Ruthie Culvert.
Intelligence have put an APW,
so the airports, railways, and ferry ports are aware.
And her photo has also gone out on the police briefing.
We have officers with Jamie Levinson at the hospital
and with Sister Claire,
who we think could also be a potential target.
Ruthie Culvert is now our prime suspect,
but she is also young and vulnerable.
Now, come on!
We want her found.
What have we got?
There's a team talking to her friends.
We got trained officers with her brothers.
I want to visit her mum.
-VERA: Why now? -REBECCA: Ma'am?
Her father died seven years ago. Why now?
JOE: Opportunity.
Sixth form visiting the adventure center.
Ruthie finding out that Gideon Frane was involved.
She could have found Gideon Frane
at any point over the last seven years.
I mean, maybe at 10 she was too young to pull off ***.
But 14, 15?
Mm.
No, something triggered this.
Something happened.
Something's changed.
What?
Her hair?
Well, I meant to say -- It just slipped my mind.
It's just a detail, but Kit O'Dowd mentioned
that, uh, a lot of the kids from St. Finan's
get their hair done at his salon.
She could never afford their prices.
I spoke to her mum.
Said the granddad used to help out,
made sure the kids didn't miss out.
Maybe it was a treat.
Okay.
Get out to the salon. Check their appointments.
See if there's any chance
she could've heard what Gideon was up to.
Ma'am.
So he hounds her father to death, hmm?
Seven years later,
she finds out he's doing it again to somebody else.
No contrition. No remorse.
In fact, if anything, the experience has made him
more confident.
He thinks he's untouchable.
I can see why Ruthie wouldn't be able to live with that.
Where's the "but"?
Why go for Jamie?
Hmm?
I mean, anyone can see just from looking at the man
he never walked away from that day.
He's been living a penance ever since.
The officers interviewing her friends just checked in.
Nothing.
Nobody's got a clue where she might have gone.
Well, someone knows.
They might not realize it, but someone knows.
[ Police radio chatter ]
I already told you -- I don't know where she's gone.
Mrs. Culvert.
She couldn't have done this.
I know all parents probably say this,
but I know Ruthie didn't do this.
Anything at all you can remember
from what happened in that classroom?
Hmm?
I mean, something else Ruthie might have seen.
Something her father said.
And she's had absolutely no contact with you at all?
No.
I'm sorry.
[ Door opens ]
SISTER BENEDICT: It's all right.
I know it's not a social visit.
But I hope you find her -- the girl who's run away.
Aye. Me too.
Remember when you did the same?
Straight out of the head's office
and over the fields and far away.
[ Chuckles ]
Poor little mite.
Ah. Well, nothing poor about it.
I just didn't fancy the leathering I was due
for not wearing me uniform right.
Are you still hanging on to that story after all this time?
What?
It was father went off after those birds,
left you on your own.
Stayed away longer than he planned, I suppose.
You'd run out of clean uniform.
You'd run out of everything.
Eating peas out of a can when I came 'round.
It wasn't the strap you were running from.
You just didn't want your dad getting in trouble.
[ Cellphone rings ]
JOE: What?
VERA: Joe.
I don't think it is her.
I don't think it's Ruthie.
I think she's protecting someone.
[ Police radio chatter ]
Joe, are you there?
[ Birds squawking ]
Joe?
Yeah. No. I'm, uh, still here.
Just give me a second.
I think I know who.
After your husband died,
was there a special place Ruthie used to go with your dad?
[ Door opens ]
[ Footsteps approaching ]
I know it wasn't you.
I'm sorry, pet.
When did you realize it was your granddad?
Hmm?
I think maybe I always knew.
I was just trying not to.
Then you came asking about what I heard at the quarry.
And Granddad was walking past the window...
...and I just knew.
There's this hairdresser's everyone goes to.
I heard one of them talking.
Crying.
About Gideon Frane.
-About what he was doing to her. -I know.
I know. I know.
He wouldn't have done it if I hadn't told him.
But I've always told him everything...
ever since Dad.
RONALD: [ Coughing ]
[ Machine beeps ]
VERA: Would you confirm for the tape, please,
that you are Ronald Devreux?
RONALD: [ Coughs, inhales deeply ]
Oh, 25 year, sitting where you are now.
Retired early to be there for me daughter.
And because I couldn't take the sight of one more smug ***
walking out of the court with his finger in the air
and a swagger in his step.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm Ronald Devreux, and I killed Gideon Frane.
Tell me about Jamie Levinson.
That was unintentional.
You put a whiskey bottle full of atropine in his cupboard.
For you to find, not him to drink.
Ah. Planting evidence.
Misdirection.
I was hoping if I gave you a credible enough collar,
you wouldn't look elsewhere.
That's a bit of a risk, given his history of substance abuse.
I've got good contacts.
I had it on good authority he'd given up drinking.
The alcohol... [ Clears throat ]
...clashes with the methadone.
But that's provision officers for you --
a bunch of bloody optimists.
Well, I knew my son-in-law was having trouble at work,
and from a few hints he dropped, I had an idea as to why.
After he died and after Ruthie told me what she'd seen,
I put two and two together.
So I told Dr. Ripman that I was gonna hold her to account
and go to the governor's with the fact
that she'd covered up Gideon Frane's cheating.
She said if I started muckraking,
there'd be no death-in-service benefit paid out for Colin.
No pension.
He, uh...
Well, he was drunk at the wheel.
[ Packet hits table ]
And the small print, you know.
I'd, uh, managed to bury that as far as the inquest went.
But she knew.
So there we both were,
each pointing a gun at the other's head.
[ Coughs ]
And Ruthie's scholarship?
Oh, she got that with her own brain.
She was only 10 when it happened.
She didn't know the full story.
She didn't know what Dr. Ripman had done.
Her mother doesn't know anything.
[ Coughs ]
Oh, I love your rooms.
Stale air and bad coffee.
I miss it.
Interview formally concluded at 21:19.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Oh, I have no interest in fighting these charges.
I won't be standing trial.
Contacts?
[ Chuckles ]
Cigarettes.
Pack-a-day man most of me life.
Six months, they've said.
And you and I both know
that with the criminal justice system in this country,
it'll be twice that before this gets near a court.
They gave me the news
the same day I picked Ruthie up from the hairdresser's.
Felt like...kismet.
And you thought this would help them after you've gone?
They didn't need it.
You did.
Don't you sometimes want it -- justice?
That wasn't justice.
That was ***.
And yes, sometimes I do.
But I wouldn't want to live in a world that would let me take it.
[ Door closes ]
Where is everyone?
Gone to the pub.
Why don't you come?
Kenny's bringing his new woman.
[ Scoffs ]
Someone should warn her.
No. You're all right.
Um, I've got plans.
Paperwork. You know. [ Chuckles ]
I'm glad you're settling so well, fitting in.
Well, it's a good team, good atmosphere.
Mm.
Comes from the top.
[ Door closes ]
[ Drawer opens ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Shep! Hi.
-Hey! -Hey!
Hey, darling.
-Uh, Shep, this is Lindsay. -Nice to meet you.
Lindsay, Shep.
-What do you want to drink? -REBECCA: Gin and tonic.
Can I have a gin and tonic, please?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Hinges creak ]
Vera?
Vera Stanhope.
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