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For centuries, scientists have conjectured

that certain people are predisposed to criminal behaviour.

In 1876, Cesare Lombroso claimed to have found evidence

that some people were born offenders.

He believed the criminal gene could be passed on

and those that inherited it were recognisable

by their physical characteristics.

One might wonder if Lombroso had been drinking too much Lambrusco

when he developed his theory.

SOLITARY COUGH.

LIVELY CHATTER.

But what if one might recognise a culprit

by the heaviness of his brow, his receding hairline,

or maybe just his unfeasibly large ears?

In truth, criminality is much harder to discern.

Any one of us could be harbouring murderess intent,

no matter how benign our outward projection.

As long as I outrun you, you bastard!

It is only when our neighbour turns out to be a serial killer

that we realise it.

Hello.

Poison may lurk in the most innocuous of vessels.

I...

SPLUTTERS AND GASPS.

THUD, GUESTS GASP.

Your task this week is to write an essay on the nature of a criminal.

Unexplained death, 50-something male,

almost instant, apparently. Anything more?

Chief librarian at the university, say his chapter's closed (!)

Half a dozen witnesses in the immediate vicinity.

We're taking preliminary statements.

There are more than a 100 names on this guest list.

We need contact details for all of them.

We're going as quick as we can.

You can add another 20 staff to that number.

Got this list from the head of catering.

Any chance it's just a heart attack?

Poisoning more likely.

Carbon dioxide in the Champagne makes it work much faster.

Cheap and nasty Cava by the smell of it, but the effect is the same.

He should have stuck to beer. There are two glasses.

We'll test both.

The waitress we spoke to got the glass from the service table.

If it is poison, anyone in the room could have put it in the glass.

And anyone could have drunk it.

It's going to be a long night.

WHISPERING: Desperate Dan seems delighted by the prospect.

You're such a bitch, Martin.

You fancy him? Oh, he fancies you, obviously.

Oh, right.

I don't blame him.

FRIDGE HUMS.

MELLOW MUSIC PLAYS, FRIDGE BUZZES.

BANGING.

MUSIC: 'L'appuntamento' by Ornella Vanoni.

I'm glad you finally noticed the notice board.

Is there something on it worth noticing?

It's a cliche, I know, but beneath this lacquered veneer...

Hm. Might I inquire, in your wildest dreams,

what do you think the lifetime of a refrigerator might be?

An IQ of a squillion, but he needs help to buy a fridge.

I may appear to be an ice queen, Professor,

but that doesn't make me an expert in white goods.

BTW and FYI, there are two visitors

from her majesty's constabulary in your office.

TAPPING.

Leave it, Dan.

SINGLE TAP

I really couldn't stop them.

'DS Donckers. Detective.'

You've made yourselves comfortable, I see.

We're here about the murder of Nigel Wiggins.

Detective Chief Inspector Brand

suggested the two of you were acquainted.

Oh, yes, Mr Wiggins.

If ever there was a book one could judge by its cover.

That's our problem.

No wife, no kids, no friends, no hobbies,

definitely no scandals. Just books.

We believe that whoever poisoned him may have intended another target.

A reasonable assumption. Thank you, Miss Snares.

I'm sure the Feng Shui is fully restored by now.

There were a 115 guests and 20 staff.

We've taken preliminary statements.

The trouble is any of them could have put poison in the glass

and we have no idea who the intended victim was.

We're looking at days, maybe weeks of interviews.

If there's any psychological insight that you can offer us,

Professor, that might help us narrow the field would be...

You appear to have retained a meagre portion

of what you were taught here, Detective Sergeant,

let me refresh your memory.

Poison is infrequently used to commit murder,

it's the cause of death

in just under one half of one percent of all homicides.

Perhaps more pertinent to your inquiry,

women are seven times more likely than men to select it

as the means to affect a fatality. I hope that's of some use.

That could certainly help reduce our list a little.

Ah, Mrs Claudine Froggatt. You know her?

She works at the university, one of many superfluous jobsworths

in the property and accommodation office.

But not, in your opinion, the type to commit a murder?

Are you of the opinion there's such a thing as a murderess type?

No, I just wondered if you thought she might be capable.

Who knows what any of us are capable of in extremis.

Miss Snares, would you kindly show the detectives out?

Of course, Professor.

As you know, I'm not one to trade in tittle tattle,

but the word at the Departmental Personal Assistant's.

Lunch Club on Thursday was that Mrs Froggatt has cause

for a certain amount of righteous indignation.

With Mr Wiggins the librarian?

Goodness, no, with her husband,

the rather female-friendly Mr Froggatt.

I see.

Hell hath no fury.

This one is long overdue, you know?

Toxicology have confirmed it's cyanide.

There was a trace in only one of the glasses.

There's every chance Wiggins wasn't the intended target though.

We're working through a list of attendees.

There's nothing for it but leg work.

I've asked Lisa and Dan

to see if Professor Tempest might be able to narrow the field,

such a great help to us on the rape case.

I think it might even be an idea to put him on a retainer.

Something to think about, maybe.

Mrs Froggatt. Oh, Professor Tempest.

May I offer my commiserations.

Oh, that's terribly kind of you.

Yes, what an awful shock, poor Mr Wiggins.

I was referring to your husband,

and the reports that have reached me of his infidelity.

I beg your pardon?

SONG: 'Orphee Aux Enfers: Can-Can'.

Perhaps I was being a little indelicate.

Perhaps.

MUSIC CONTINUES.

MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY.

My apologies, I was under the impression

it was the talk of the corridors.

It is?

MUSIC RESTARTS.

If it has reached me, then apparently so.

Well, I don't know what business it is of yours.

Or anyone else's, for that matter.

When the officers bring you in for questioning,

may I recommend you do not conceal the unfortunate matter

of your husband and his dalliance.

Bring me in?

I imagine they will predominantly be looking at female suspects

who may have had a motivate to wish harm on someone attending the event.

FINAL MUSICAL FLOURISH, FEMALE ORGASMIC GASP.

MUSIC: 'Non Dimenticar' by Flo Sandon's

♪ Non dimenticar che t'ho

♪ Voluto tanto bene... ♪

FRANTIC BANGING

♪ T'ho saputo amar

♪ Non dimenticar... ♪

Jasper, darling.

FADED: ♪ Un sol ricordo T'appartiene... ♪

Don't crouch there like a Cossack, it's bad for your posture.

♪ Non gettario ancor

♪ Fuori dal tuo cuor. ♪

What are you doing here, Mother?

What?

What are you doing here?

I'm visiting the studio.

Now that you've decided to move back in,

I thought I might also take up residence once again.

Hm. And what do you want with me? Sorry?

And what do you want with me?

I merely wish to ask when we can expect this charade to be over.

How long do you plan to hole yourself up in this catacomb?

Indefinitely!

Don't be ridiculous, Jasper, this place is not good for you.

BANGS WINDOW Not good!

Sharper than a serpent's tooth, is to have a thankless child.

King Lear. DOG YAPS.

What's the hurry?

Mrs Froggatt's here, voluntarily.

Here you go, Mrs Froggatt. Oh, thank you.

This my colleague, DS Donckers. Hi.

Hello. You were telling me,

your husband works long hours?

Yes, he's Chief Planning Officer for the council

and Acting Treasurer for the Museum's Board of Trustees.

Busy man. Yes.

He always has been.

But recently it's non-stop. He's

he's away evenings, weekends... I've barely seen him.

And that made you suspicious?

I-I found a credit card receipt for a hotel room.

Stansted Mountfitchet of all places.

He just left it in his pocket

like he didn't even care if he were to get caught.

SHE SNIFFLES.

SHE SIGHS Thank you.

EXHALES.

But there's something else.

Far worse than the credit card receipt.

OMINOUS MUSIC.

KNOCK AT DOOR Good afternoon, Mr Froggatt.

Please, take a seat.

We're looking at the possibility the glass of poisoned fizz,

at the reception, was meant for you.

Whatever gives you that idea?

We received information about a man who came to your house a while ago

and made threats to your safety.

Who told you that? Your wife.

My wife?

She came to the station to tell us in person.

She also told us you're having an extra-marital affair.

Irate husband perhaps?

SIRENS IN DISTANCE.

MELANCHOLY MUSIC.

Hey, hey, give it a chance, love. You heard what he said.

They're discovering new treatments all the time.

TEXT ALERT.

Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I've got to go.

Be back later, I promise.

SOLEMN STRING MUSIC.

KNOCK AT DOOR Can I come in?

Please.

So, Froggatt claims he can't remember any specific threat.

According to him, you piss of a lot of people

when working in planning for the council,

but I don't understand Mrs Froggatt volunteering

so much information about her husband.

I may have played a part in that. In what way?

I merely suggested she unburden herself to you.

So you think she attempted to murder her husband, then?

How ridiculous. Mrs Froggatt is obviously innocent.

Then why have me waste my time interviewing her today?

Who says you wasted your time?

MUSIC: 'Il Mondo' by Jimmy Fontana

♪ No, stanotte amore

♪ Non ho piu pensato ha te

♪ Ho aperto gli occhi Per guardare intorno a me

♪ E intorno ha me Girava Il mondo come sempre

♪ Gira, il mondo gira Nello spazio senza fine

♪ Con gli amori appena nati Con gli amori gia finiti

♪ Con la gioia e col dolore Della gente come me

♪ Oh mondo Soltanto adesso io ti guardo... ♪

Funny place to meet.

SCUFFLE

♪ Il mondo... ♪

MAN GASPS

♪ Non si e fermat... ♪ MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY

THUD.

CHURCH BELLS RING.

My doctor's prescriptions are easier to decode than this.

I don't have bad handwriting. I've just got my own font.

Morning. Have we ID'd him?

Jonathan Fell?

Yes, we did.

The phone was by his side, keys were in his pocket,

driving licence and wallet were in the car and this.

Uniform have been to the house, nobody's in,

but the neighbours say they spend a lot of time at the hospital

their daughter is being treated for leukaemia.

Poor sod. Anything to suggest it's not suicide?

He was still wearing his glasses.

And that's what that got to do with the price of tea in China?

Maybe nothing, it's just...

It's just what?

It's just this stat I remember from one of my criminology lectures.

More than 90% of victims remove their spectacles

before killing themselves. Here we go again.

Hey guys, look at this. There might be something

on the edge over there, maybe a heel mark.

It's not exactly distinctive.

Let's make sure we lift a proper print off of it.

That's something concrete for us to work with.

No pun intended. Not some crackpot statistic

from insufferable Professor Know-It-All.

What's the occasion?

It's my birthday.

Oh, I wish I'd known, I would have got you something.

Is he in?

BRISK KNOCK, DOOR OPENS.

Right.

Dig out the departmental credit card,

and get onto Lastminute.com.

MUSIC: 'Bambino' by Dalida

♪ Les yeux battus la mine triste Et les joues blemes... ♪

Did you know you can buy cyanide on the dark web?

£15 sterling for 50 grams.

That seems surprisingly cheap.

You need approximately 0.15 grams to kill an adult so 333 corpses,

give or take, for a mere 15 quid.

INCREDULOUS SCOFF.

You're a trustee of the museum aren't you?

Not for several years now.

Were you ever acquainted with the treasurer, a Mr Roland Froggatt?

A preening popinjay.

But a generous donor to fundraising appeals on the museum's behalf.

Well, he bought his way to whatever status he currently enjoys.

I've been looking into the library's affairs.

It would appear that a member of the faculty has returned

a large number of periodicals in the last 24 hours.

Interesting.

RECORD SKIPS.

Some of which would have been returned more than a decade ago.

RECORD CONTINUES SKIPPING.

Given the sad demise of Mr Wiggins,

which, one assumes, in no way motivated the return,

I'm proposing a moratorium on outstanding fines.

RECORD CORRECTS ITSELF.

Generous.

And in return for that generosity,

I wonder if, on behalf of your mother,

I might speak to you about your return to the family home.

No, you absolutely may not.

Well, that's all sorted, then.

We're trying to understand how your husband died, Mrs Fell.

SHE SOBS.

We have to look at all possibilities.

Were you worried at all about his mental state

the last time you spoke to him?

SOBS.

Would you prefer it if we saved the questions for later?

SOBS.

PHONE VIBRATES.

Yes, your largest bouquet of roses, please.

Red.

Message, yes.

The message should read... "Sorry."

I'm surprised you came.

How's Desmond?

Derrick is fine, thank you. How's your mother?

Good.

I gather you have a proposition.

I do.

How would you feel about joining the team

as an advisor on an ad-hoc basis?

We have some great talent here.

Lisa has amazing potential.

Dan is very solid and Paul is extremely capable, he's just...

Not much cop.

I was going to say he's dealing with some personal issues.

So I understand.

The fact is we're very stretched here at the moment,

dealing with the poisoning,

and there are questions now being raised about the suicide.

We could really do with your help.

I'll certainly give it some thought.

Great, wonderful news.

Would you mind sitting in on an interview with me now?

It's something I'd like to spare Paul.

Hmm.

John was an optimist.

I never could understand how he remained so positive.

Positive, optimistic people do not generally commit suicide, Mrs Fell.

I suppose not.

Which suggests there may be an alternative explanation

for his untimely demise.

Murder?

An accident, more likely, but since you mention it,

did you know that four out of five murderers

are known to their victims?

In 72% of cases, it's their long-term partner.

Are you suggesting that...?

No, no, of course not.

'I'm suggesting there's a high probability

'that you know whoever killed your husband, Mrs Fell,

'if he was murdered.'

'Jonathan got on with everyone.'

Your daughter's very ill. Her chances of recovery are slim.

Jasper. I'm so sorry.

It would make anyone angry.

She won't die. She can't die.

Your husband was angry too. Jasper...

He had every right to be.

MUFFLED: We don't need his help.

We're managing perfectly well without him.

I understand what you're saying,

but it's just as an advisor.

I'm not interested in undermining you.

Don't hide behind the job as an excuse.

We don't need his help.

He has an absolutely forensic brain.

I think we can all learn from him.

We're working perfectly well without him.

Look...

It's not a reflection on you.

No.

No, it's a reflection on you.

Eurgh.

Excuse me.

Apologies accepted.

Enjoy your Irish coffee.

I beg your pardon?

What did you say?

What did you say?!

It's a screw-top.

You buy screw-tops because Mummy hides the corkscrews.

Mind your own business.

Can I grab you for a debrief, both of you?

The Fells made a complaint to the council

because they believed Field Rose Homes

knew the site was contaminated before building on it.

So what did the council do?

Nothing. Permits and paperwork all supposedly held up.

The Fells have been preparing legal action ever since.

Mr Fell working two jobs to cover their legal costs.

Maybe Field Rose Homes were worried the Fells were on to something.

Worried enough to push him off a building.

Seems unlikely they would stage it at one of their own developments.

What's the latest on the poisoning?

Back at square one. We've got nothing on either Froggatt.

No, hang on. Froggatt works at the council in the planning department.

Precisely so.

Mr Froggatt is responsible

for testing all building sites for contamination

before planning permission can be granted.

When Mr Fell discovered his own house was built on toxic land,

he confronted Mr Froggatt at his home and threatened him.

And shortly afterwards,

someone attempted to murder Froggatt at the museum.

I do not believe in coincidence.

There's not a shred of physical evidence to connect these two cases.

We've got this footprint.

And Mr Fell's belongings are being examined for forensics.

We should have the results soon.

All right. Donckers, Winters, dig into the Froggatts again.

DS Donckers?

This may prove useful the next time you speak to Mr Froggatt.

It's a long list of numbers.

It's a long list of donations, Detective.

Made on a council worker's salary.

Mrs Froggatt?

Sorry. Do you recognise this man?

Yes. That's the man who threatened Roland.

Thank you.

Hey, Martin, what's up?

'Well, we just found some fingerprints

'from a third party on Mr Fell's phone.

'Guess who they belong to.'

This report, signed by you, finds no evidence of contamination

on a site where Field Rose Homes went on to build 120 homes.

Yep, that would seem to be the case.

Did they bribe you to say that, Mr Froggatt?

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

Do you know a Mr Jonathan Fell?

Can't say I do.

Your wife has identified Mr Fell as the man who threatened you at home.

Like I said, get a lot of complaints.

He and his wife bought one of the new homes on that site.

They had the soil tested independently.

Let me read it to you.

"There is significant indication

"of a ginormous shitload of poisonous crap

"all over this hellhole." It doesn't say that.

But that what it boils down to.

You know perfectly well it used to house a zinc factory.

The Fells' daughter is being treated for leukaemia.

Chances are her illness is connected to the pollution.

We found evidence on Mr Fell's laptop.

He purchased 50 grams of cyanide through an illegal website.

The same poison that killed Nigel Wiggins at the reception.

Did you return the favour? Don't be ridiculous.

You weren't present when Mr Fell died?

Could be anybody's footprint.

Look again, around the edges.

You don't tend to find exquisitely hand-stitched loafers

on building sites.

You can come in now.

Doesn't prove anything.

But it's enough to get us a court order

to find out where the money came from

to fund your passion for fancy Italian footwear

and for making donations to the museum

with your swanky chums.

You realised Wiggins wasn't the intended victim, didn't you?

Could you take your shoes off, please, sir? No.

When you learned you might have been the intended target,

you guessed who'd done it.

Your shoe, please, sir.

Was it your idea to meet at the building site?

Funny place to meet.

Took a bit of a risk, didn't you,

meeting up with a man who just attempted to murder you?

It's going to be quite something, don't you think?

Perhaps you figured he wouldn't have the nerve

to try anything face-to-face.

Someone like me could never afford to live somewhere like this.

Oh, but you could.

Did you tempt him up there with a proposition, Mr Froggatt?

Just drop the case and I'll sign over the deeds.

You can shove your blood money.

It's not for you, it's for her.

In a few years, when she's recovered.

Forget it. Everything you just said

recorded.

I think you lashed out in a panic.

Give me the phone.

YELLS.

THUD.

DOG BARKS.

So much of a panic, in fact, after you erased everything

you forgot to wipe your fingerprints off Mr Fell's phone.

It was an accident.

I thought everyone would assume he committed suicide

because of his daughter.

Right.

Let's get pissed.

What's up?

Doesn't it bother you that we've got no eyewitness accounts

of Mr Fell at the museum that night?

So? There were a 130 people present

and no-one saw him and that thing the Professor said

about poison being an infrequent means of murder.

There's something vengeful about it. Exactly.

But everyone said he's such a decent person, Mr Fell.

What were we saying about the pub?

It's a bit early, isn't it?

♪ Ne me quitte pas

Il faut oublier

♪ Tout peut s'oublier

♪ Qui s'enfuit deja

♪ Oublier le temps Des malentendus

Et le temps perdu

♪ A savoir comment... ♪ What did you say?!

♪ Oublier ces heures...

DISTORTED: What did you say?!

SONG DISTORTS

♪ Ne me quitte pas... ♪

Here's to killing two birds with one stone.

I promise I won't take advantage of you if you get shit-faced again.

Not everything is about you, Dan.

Wow, I'm glad you decided to come to the pub (!)

PHONE CHIMES.

Sorry, I've got to take this. Don't mind me.

Hello.

No, I'm in a pub. Are you all right?

All finished, love?

No, our dinner date is tomorrow. Are you sure you're OK?

Of course, darling. It's just...

I thought I could smell some gas in here,

so I've opened some of the windows just in case.

All right, OK, hang on, I'll be right there.

Sorry, I have to go. Got competition, have I?

You have to be a contender for there to be competition, Dan.

125, 130. Thank you.

I'll be in a bit late tomorrow.

Mr Tucker? DS Donckers.

Yeah, I remember. I'm afraid I'm pretty busy.

Two minutes, that's all.

Unless you'd rather I got on the phone

to Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs?

OK, OK. Two minutes.

MUSIC: 'Vai Tu Sei Libero' by Dalida.

SONG DISTORTS.

Sir?

Excuse me.

Is everything OK?

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Lena Fell. Are you a relative?

Family friend.

Room 116.

Which way is that?

Just follow the yellow dots.

Mrs Fell?

I'd like to be left alone, if you don't mind.

I will not stay long.

My father died when I was seven. I was raised by my mother.

If Lena pulls through, she'll need her mother too.

A mother who is not burdened by her conscience.

Why should I be worried about my conscience?

Because our conscience is our foundation.

Once contaminated... it can destroy everything.

Come with me.

"Come with me"? I'm not your dog.

Listen, I'll call you back, yeah? Cheers.

Jonathan Fell didn't kill Nigel Wiggins.

It's been bothering me. He wasn't on the guest list

and he wasn't on the list of staff supplied by the catering company.

So he slipped in unnoticed? And left before we arrived.

I've been having another friendly chat with the catering manager.

Turns out there are another three people in attendance

we haven't accounted for.

They were off the books, cash in hand, all women.

I was able to get the full list.

23 staff all in the building at the time of the murder,

and look who's on it.

You can't imagine how it feels.

I should have protected her.

How can you protect your child against something can't even see?

So the two of you decided to kill Froggatt?

Not Jonathan.

He was furious.

Heartbroken.

But still hopeful.

'I was researching alternative therapies for Lena.

'A lot of very desperate people swear by the use of Vitamin B17.'

It's a natural form of cyanide.

And then once you start looking

well, you can buy pretty much anything on the internet.

And when the package arrived, it was simply a case of... delivering it.

I've been doing cash-in-hand stuff, birthdays, wedding, christenings,

and one of the firms I worked for was hired to work at the reception.

I wasn't sure I could go through with it.

But then I heard him boasting

about how much money he'd donated.

For a bloody book.

And everyone was praising him, telling him how generous he was.

And my Lena's lying sick in the hospital.

That made my blood boil.

But then

someone took the glass before I had a chance to give it to him,

and there was nothing I could do.

PEOPLE GASP.

I know that scum had murdered my husband,

but I couldn't say anything, could I, because then you'd arrest me,

and Lena would be on her own?

What's gonna happen to my baby?

She is certainly being taken care of, Mrs Fell.

You don't have to worry.

SNIFFS.

Poor little fish.

I have studied your papers with the closest attention

and I have to say not a single one

shows the slightest sign of clarity, insight or intelligence.

Instead, I propose to read an extract

on the nature of a criminal by a former student,

who happens to be in possession of a first-class mind.

"Criminality and brutality are not an inevitable inheritance

"from our bestial forebears.

"Each of us is capable of cruelty, but many of us

"most, indeed, do not succumb to that urge.

"Despite poverty or provocation, society is not lawless.

"Only the worst give in to base instincts,

"be it greed or covetousness or lust.

"The mind of the murderer is formed in increments.

"It takes shape when someone decides to walk that dark path",

"yet others with far greater reason turn away."

You knew, didn't you?

You didn't want Mrs Fell on your conscience,

for Lena to be left without a mother.

Professor, if that is the case,

I ask you to consider DCI Brand's proposition.

I could learn a lot from you.

I was under the impression I'd already accepted.

Hmm.

I do not believe we have been acquainted.

"Walter's the name. How are you doing?"

♪ Dream, dream, dream, dream

♪ When I want you in my arms

♪ When I want you And all your charms

♪ Whenever I want you

♪ All I have to do is dream

♪ Dream, dream, dream... ♪

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