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- We're gonna have to
measure it first.

What's you reckon it to be then?

- It symbolizes youth.

If you look carefully, you'll
see a figure of a younger man.

- Oh, she's a big
lass for her age,

she'll take a bit of shifting.

Did you make it like?

- I'm the artist, yes.

Of course, it was
five years ago.

So you'll not
want it cutten up into bits?

That's the easy way.

- Absolutely not!

- Got the message.

Don't worry, we'll call
up the heavy artillery.

You're not from around
here, are ya?

- No, I'm French.

- Thought you must be something.

Is Charlie there?

- My name is Douglas Pearl.

Here as the legal representative

for Ms. Anita Sewell.

The facts that bring
us here today are,

as far as I'm aware,
not under dispute.

Ms. Sewell is reading
a joint degree course

here at the college,

but has been told she
may not continue because

her marks in biology
have sunk below a point

from which it is impossible
to attain

the lowest pass level by
the end of the course.

Perhaps the principal will
confirm that this is so?

- That is so.

- Thank you.

The grounds for this
appeal to the governors

are simple but painful.

For the past two years,

Ms. Sewell was the mistress
of the Senior Lecturer

in Biology, Dr. Fallowfield.

She asserts that Dr.
Fallowfield deliberately

falsified her grades to bring
about her apparent failure.

She further asserts that
Dr. Fallowfield ignored

agreed procedures in not
referring the situation

to his head of department.

Look, I really must
object to all this noise,

how can I be expected
to present my--

- How fair is the inquisition?

- Adjourned because
of inaudibility.

I wasn't sure whether
I'd be welcome in here.

- The historians
are on your side.

- As is the Modern Languages
Department.

- Innocent until proven guilty.

It's been in every civilized
constitution

in the history of history.

- A united Europe is behind you.

- With the possible
exceptions of the dynamic duo,

from the Paleolithic Age.

- Mr. Fallowfield.

- Ms. Scotby.

- It has been suggested to me--

- By Ms. Disney?

- That your suspension
from duty makes it improper

for you to be present in
the senior common room.

- I'm suspended from teaching,

I'm not suspended from living.

I'm not suspended from
morning coffee breaks.

- Or from spending time
with his friends.

- Hmm.

- Exits left in a cloud of
self-righteous indignation.

- That woman continues
to flex her wings.

- Excuse me.

- What's going on?

- Oh, the usual territorial
battles

over the high moral ground.

- Ah, that old thing.

- What's happening out there?

- Looks like they're
gonna move the sculpture.

- What, they're shifting Big Al,

our great symbol
of virgin youth?

- I believe the computer said
it wasn't cost effective.

- Oh, this is not to be missed.

- The English tradition, yes?

Watching people work?

- Yes, we love it.

Come in son, be our guest.

- I don't think so, I
always hated that thing.

- Creative demolition, that's
what higher education's

all about.

- Ellie?

- Why not.

- Mr. Fallowfield,

I should warn you.

Whatever the outcome
of the present inquiry,

even if you are acquitted.

- I'm not on trial, Ms. Disney.

- It will not be the
end of the affair.

Wages of sin, Mr. Fallowfield.

- Is there nothing in
your Christian doctrine

about turning the other cheek,

about loving your enemy?

- How dare you preach to
me about my Christianity.

There she goes, there she goes

There she goes, there
she goes, there she goes

There she goes, there
she goes, there she goes

There she goes, there she goes

- Who wants this then?

- I'll take it.

It's all
yours Conrad.

Away you go, nice and easy.

Hold it.

Bloody hell.

- Tell me about this
seat of learning.

- Home Kultram College,

are now part of the new
university of Mid Yorkshire.

- Chopping block with
intellectuals?

- Very likely.

- If the boogers get clever,

pretend you didn't hear,

then pretend you
can't understand.

Nothing's funny if it's
repeated and explained.

- Noted.

- Home Kultram,

it's where your doxie
teaches, isn't it?

- Yeah, Ellie lectures in the
Social Sciences Department.

But where
am I gonna sleep?

That's
the last one.

- Alright, we'll get
this to the lab.

- So why were you moving
this piece of sculpture

in the first place?

- It's to make room
for a new block,

computer studies.

- Obviously, that was
silly questions.

And uh, when was it put there?

- Five years ago, it was a
memorial to my predecessor,

designed by Ms. Carreaux,
Head of Fine Arts.

She's very gifted.

- Sir.

- Ah, Allison Girling,
1940 to 1990.

She's well remembered,
isn't she?

An oil painting and a memorial.

She wasn't very old,
what happened to her?

- She died on holiday
in Austria,

bus crash I believe.

- You're not sure?

- It happened before I arrived.

- Well there must
be an old guard

that was around in her day.

- Indeed there is.

- Ah.

I thought so.

There's always an old guard.

I'm a fully paid
up member meself.

We'll need their names and
the place they're working.

- Well, pitch camp
here if you like,

I can move in with
the registrar.

- And overnight accommodation,

save us an hour's
traveling time.

Time's money, they
keep telling me.

- May I suggest?

- Sargent Pascal deals with
all my domestic arrangements.

So, what do the witch doctors
have to tell us, Sargent?

- A woman's body, their
educated guesses,

she died about five years ago

and in full post-mortem.

- Five years ago,

is when this hole
was dug, right?

- Yes, sir.

- Trust the experts to tell
you what you know already.

Not long for a memorial, is it?

I mean, proper memorials,
they should last long enough

for everybody to forget
what it is they're supposed

to be remembering right,
like World Wars and such.

My dad's on one of
these, you know.

Just outside of Sheffield.

So, what manner of place
is this, Sargent Wield?

- What I gathered, it
was a glorified polly,

this became part of the
university five years ago.

- Ah, you make a place
all thrusted and modern,

the next minute, you got a
woman's body in the hole,

serves them right.

- I couldn't agree more.

- Oh, uh, perhaps uh,

you could tell me why
Ms. uh, Mrs uh?

- Ms. Disney.

- Ah, traditional values.

Superintendent Dalziel.

- This place was a shrine
to Ms. Girling

and all those things we
knew to be of good report.

- Well, what's your specialty,
Ms. Disney?

- Divinity and classics,
though we are now,

and I quote from the
authorized text,

subsumed in a module called
Ancient and Medieval studies.

- Decline and fall
everywhere you look, eh?

- I was a student here
when this was a teacher

training college for girls,

specializing in arts, crafts
and religious education.

What do we have now?

Computers, business
studies, hotel management

and men.

- Men?

- This is no longer
a happy place.

"They that wait upon the Lord
shall renew their strength."

- The book of Isiah, I think.

- Indeed.

- "There is no peace, saith
the Lord, unto the wicked."

- Amen to that, Superintendent.

- That, I take it,
is Ms. Disney.

- Direct line to God.

Mad as a hatter.

Mind you, you can't beat
a good old fashioned

Sunday school education
when groveling

to the self-righteous.

What's all that?

- Your information pack,

people that were here
five years ago,

people that are here now,

telephone and fax numbers
for your office

plus useful intel numbers.

- What took you so long?

- You want a cup of tea, dial
101 and ask for Elizabeth.

These are your room keys,
sir, have a nice day.

- How is it,

how's it going with the
skull and crossbones?

- Off to the lab now.

- I want some answers by
seven o'clock alright?

- We've got one answer.

It wasn't her own hair.

It was a wig.

- I once knew a story
about a bald headed woman.

You're too young and sensitive.

Are you still here?

- Awaiting instructions, sir.

- Go and find your lass,

you need her to grass
on her mates, tell her.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, we're all
wasting tax payer's money.

- What are you doing here?

- Oh, the usual stuff,

making the campus safe,
bodies buried under statues.

- Of course.

- It's the job, lady,
it's what I'm paid for.

How are you?

- Innocent, good, and you?

- Alright,

better now.

- Is that police harassment?

- Just routine, ma'am.

- I'm lecturing in five minutes.

- I'll carry your
satchel for you.

You give me a quick
rundown on your colleagues.

- And I thought you wanted
me for my body.

Right, my colleagues, let's see.

Um, Jane Scotby and Ms. Disney,

they're the oldest inhabitants.

Marion Carreaux, Art
Department, she made the statue.

Henry Saltcombe,
Head of History,

he enjoys a gossip

and Sam Fallowfield, oh
no, that's another story.

- What?

- Not relevant.

This is where I work.

- Me, I work on the
mean streets.

- My hero.

- Is there somewhere we
could meet up later on?

- Definitely not, eight
o'clock in the bar.

- Am I intruding?

- Not at all.

- Oh, you missed all the fun.

- I thought I was the fun.

- Not anymore.

What's a little extramural
sexual peccadillo

compared with buried bodies?

- What's been happening?

- Well, stand me a
beer, I'll tell ya.

- My money's on the simple,
old-fashioned student prank.

A plastic skeleton from
a joke shop in Blackpool.

- Students don't
do that anymore.

They only do things to
look good on their CVs.

- What about Ms. Anita Sewell,

does she want you on her CV?

Sorry Sam, it's none
of my business.

I don't give a damn
whether or not you took her

to your bed chamber,
but I know what I think.

- What do you think?

- She's being used, sexual
harassment of a female student

by a respected lecturer.

They're all at it in the States

and it's spreading over
here, like fast food.

- The young can't
help being young.

- And you can't help
thinking well of people.

It's your tragic flaw.

Oh damn, I've just
remembered why I came here.

- I'd assumed moral support
in exchange for a beer

on the way home to
your wife and kids?

This was
in your pigeonhole.

Are you alright?

- If not, you'll be
the first to know.

Shall I tell you
why I didn't stay

to see the fun, as you call it?

- Go on.

- Promise you won't ask
me how I knew, but I knew,

about the body.

- Trouble with a
place like this,

they're all specialists.

You're a typical example.

You got one of them things.

- A degree, sir?

- I know it's a degree,

but it's in something, innit?

- Social sciences.

- Yeah, which means,

you're fully equipped
with specialist knowledge

to work in um--

- Society, sir?

- But now you're a
copper, allegedly,

and working in--

- Society, sir?

- You've just proved my point,

especially smart ass.

Why have you underlined
these names in red?

- People who went missing
in this area

immediately prior
to December 1990.

That's when the hole was dug.

- See, I'd made that
connection without

the aid of a degree.

Where's Sargent Wield?

- Oh, he's out checking
on all the local dentists.

- The lab report?

- Yeah.

- It's about bloody time.

Give me the edited highlights.

- Female, middle aged,
been in the ground

five or six years.

- Brilliant.

- Height five foot six,
fractured skull,

probably contributive
factor in her death,

left leg broken twice,
but old breaks,

and the teeth, three gold
fillings, that should help.

- Does anything match up?

- Yeah, two people went
missing in December 1990.

- Check it out.

Back so soon, sunbeam?

- Guess what?

Those gold fillings are
Allison Girling's.

Also, there's a nurse on
campus who told us Girling

broke her left leg
twice while skiing.

- Serves her right,
stupid pastime.

- And in one of the
skiing accidents,

she tore her scalp, leaving
a scar, hence the wig.

All matches up, doesn't it?

- She's been buried under
her own memorial

for the last five years.

- And nobody knew.

- Somebody knew.

Somebody dumped her in the hole.

When need to talk to
those two old biddies,

Scotby and Disney.

They sound like crosstalk
camellias don't they?

- Alright, it's 9:30,
they're probably tucked

up in bed by now, 9:30.

- If she really loves
ya, she'll wait.

It's the only way
to treat passion,

test it to destruction.

- Cheers.

- Sorry I'm late, been working.

- Oh, the bar hasn't
closed yet, almost.

- Still working.

- This is Sargent Pascoe, the
one I was telling you about.

- Pierre Ferret, enchante.

- Aye, you and me both.

It's very quiet, I was
expecting student revelry.

- They can only afford
revelry at weekends.

Who threw that?

- Yeah, they did some
revelry, special for you.

- We've been trying to contact
Ms. Scotby and/or Ms. Disney.

- You'll find Disney in
the senior common room,

Christianity night.

- At 10:15 they turn
the water into cocoa.

- Anita!

What's wrong with midnight?

It's a perfectly respectable
time of day.

You will hear the chimes
at midnight.

I give you my personal
guarantee.

- I'm supposed to
be seeing someone.

- Am I to believe there's
someone in this world

of greater importance
to you then I am?

- Obviously I don't mean that.

- Well, tell me what
you do mean?

- You shouldn't have told me.

- Ms. Scotby, Ms. Disney,

I need your help, more
or less off the record.

On the basis of what I hope
we can think of as friendship.

- Of course, Superintendent.

- It concerns Ms. Girling.

Now, she died in Austria
five years ago.

Is that correct?

- Five years last Christmas.

- And what were the
circumstances of her death?

- Her hotel bus crashed
near Ansfelden,

skidded off the road
and fell into a ravine

and burst into flames, all
the passengers were killed.

- Dreadful,

and Ms. Girling's body, if
you'll forgive the expression,

where?

- None of the bodies
were ever recovered.

A memorial service was held
there early in the new year,

deeply moving ceremony.

- You went there?

- Of course.

Allison was my oldest friend.

- How were they able
to identify,

if you'll forgive the
expression, the bodies,

if they were never found?

- The coach was on the
way from the airport

to the hotel that Ms.
Girling went to every year.

She was booked to
arrive that night.

- And the coach.

- Take your time, Ms. Disney.

The coach?

- It was split it two,

the luggage boot was recovered,

Allison's cases were
there, but the bodies.

- The bodies?

- All the bodies were
burned beyond recognition.

- I see.

Sargent Pascoe, perhaps
you could tell these

good ladies what you
discovered this evening?

- We've identified
the body found

underneath the memorial is
that of Allison Girling.

- But that's impossible.

Isn't it?

- Seemingly not.

- Amen to that, Ms. Disney.

Did she go to Austria
then come back in time

to get knocked off

or did she never
get there at all?

In which case,

who got barbecued
in the hotel bus?

- In all probability, you know--

- Oh, we'll sort that tomorrow.

Now then, where's this
academic guesthouse

we've been dumped in?

- This way.

- Will there be hijinks in
the dorm after lights out?

- I doubt it.

- Oh.

She'll be coming 'round the
mountain when she comes.

- This is a rare species
indeed, Hadley.

We seem to have caught
the mating season.

- When can we start
clearing this out?

- When I say so.

- There's a penalty clause
in the contract, you know.

- You've caused enough
trouble already.

God knows what else
you might dig up.

Have a tea break.

- I'm looking for the
Commander in chief.

- Superintendent Dalziel.

- Dalziel, he's a scot.

- Scottish parents,
born in Yorkshire.

- Pity.

- How can I help?

- Dunbar, Chemistry.

- Pascoe, Sargent.

- I'm on my way to work,

I need to know what's
afoot so as not

to alarm the most
sensitive of my students.

Is it true?

- Is what true?

- It was Allison Girling,
our late respected

principal whom the builders
excavated yesterday.

- We have reason to believe so.

- Which means yes, yes?

- Yes.

Were you here in 1990?

- Arrived the previous summer,

me and Henry Saltcombe, our
eminent overweight historian.

- Can you remember the
end of the December term?

- Through the mists of time
and resentment, try me.

- Term ended on Friday the
14th, according to the diary.

Did everyone leave then?

- The students, yes, it's
common practice for the staff

to hang around over the
weekend for a staff meeting

in the Monday morning.

- Monday, the 17th?

- If you say so, it
was the Monday morning.

- What time did you leave?

- As soon as humanly possible.

- So you've no idea
when Ms. Girling

was planning to leave
for Austria?

- None whatsoever.

- Perhaps Ms. Disney would
be a better person to ask.

- Why Disney?

- Well, it's a close
of Ms. Girling.

- Disney has no friends.

- She said that--

- Look, God may be
in Disney's sight,

but the Lord our God
a very jealous God

with some exceedingly
nasty habits, excuse me,

I have work to do.

- It's not fair is it,
Douglas, is it, son?

- What?

- They don't build golf
courses to match the way

you hit the ball.

- This is the second
time you stood in my way.

What's your name, sunbeam?

- Frances Roote,
President, Student's Union.

- Like the transport
and general workers,

but with clean hands.

- We do like to keep
our hands clean, yes.

- That's a good policy.

We recommend it.

- Harold.

What?

- I think I found it.

- Eh?

My God.

- Anita Sewell.

- You know her then?

- I've been acting for her.

- I hope she's paid her bill.

- I'm away for a
couple of hours,

groveling to the Chief
and what happens?

- It seems to me we've
got two distinct

and separate inquiries.

- It seems to me two
bodies in the same locale

means a connection.

Come on!

- Don't you want to know
what I found out?

- Tell me.

- Monday, December 17th, 1990,

staff meeting at 11 o'clock.

- Carry on.

- Ms. Girling was booked
on a flight that was

leaving at midnight
or thereabouts.

- Thereabouts?

That's a bit flabby, ain't it?

Defending counsel can
drive horses and carts

with words like thereabouts.

Go on.

- She set off in her car at six.

- Seen by?

- Ms. Scotby.

- But she never got
to the ski slopes.

She landed safely in a hole
outside her own office,

but we still got two bodies.

An old one and a new one,
what's the connection?

- The college.

- Leave your address, we'll
put the medal in the post.

Anita Sewell, isn't
she the one who--

- Accusing a member of staff
of sexual harassment, yeah,

that's the one.

- What's his name?

- Fallowfield.

- Lucky devil,

mind you, can't say I blame him,

place like that,

it can do terrible things
to an old man's libido.

- Fallowfield isn't that hold.

- I don't give a toss
how old he is.

I want to talk to him.

Who found the body?

- A man called Pearl.

Oddly enough he was
representing Anite Sewell

in her case against Fallowfield.

- There's too many
coincidences on this case.

I hate coincidences.

- She's dead.

Yeah.

- But that's dreadful.

- As I understand it,

the girl was doing her
best to ruin your career.

- Sorry?

You mean, oh, come on,

you can't imagine that--

- Imagination doesn't come
into my work, Dr. Fallowfield,

only facts, evidence,
other items of that nature.

- In that case,

you should see this.

- A letter to you, signed Anita,

Anita Sewell, the dead girl?

- It's her writing, yes, please,

feel free to read it.

- Did she come to see
you last night?

- No, I stayed up till 1:00.

- Being an educated man,

you can probably guess
the next question.

- No, I didn't go out last
night and I didn't see anything.

- That's two good answers,

but I was gonna ask a
different question.

These accusations about
you and Anita Sewell,

should we believe them?

- I never denied there
was a close relationship.

- A close relationship?

- These things can
happen on a campus.

- I wouldn't know about that.

You know about campuses,
close relationships,

do these things happen?

- Yeah, they happen.

- And sometimes they turn sour.

Yeah.

- Yes.

- I know, there nothin'
funny about a broken heart,

been there, done that, got
custody of the microwave.

Did you know Allison Girling?

- I didn't take up
my post here until

the September after she died.

- Noted.

Right, we'll need a formal
statement Dr. Fallowfield.

I assume you're not
planning to rush off

on any skiing holidays?

- I won't be going anywhere.

- What do you reckon to him?

- Well, he's gotta
be a prime suspect.

Don't see him as
a killer though.

Two murders in one place
means a connection.

- Very astute.

My god, they have universities
in some pretty places,

don't they?

Should I become an academic, eh?

Sideways career move, I
could take the first step,

I could buy a book.

- I could lend you a book.

- You speak Austrian?

- There's no such language.

- How do they communicate?

Sending from one alp to another?

- You found another one then?

- Afraid so.

- Well, if I can be of any help.

- Not unless you speak German.

- Sorry, comrade, now
if you said Italian,

but I can tell you when that
concrete slab were laid,

the date and the time.

- You can?

- Laid the booger
myself, didn't I?

- You'll all be aware the double
set of tragic circumstances

which have necessitated
the presence on the campus

of Superintendent Dalziel.

I thought it sensible to--

Or rather, Mr. Dalziel
thought it sensible

to gather together staff and

senior student representatives
so that he might

clarify the exact nature
of his inquiries to date.

- Facts first.

The remains found under the
statue have been identified

as those of Ms. Girling.

We are treating that
as a case of murder

and the body found this
morning on the golf course

is that of a student,
Anita Sewell.

We are treating that as
a case of murder also.

- Can you tell us the
cause of death?

- Which one?

- Anita?

- No, not yet.

- And what guarantees can
you give to the security

of the other students?

- Use your common sense.

Don't wander abouts on
your own after lights out,

especially if you're the
female of the species.

That applies anywhere
in the land.

This is a godless age, as
Ms. Disney will confirm.

- Quite so.

- But we're talking
serial killers.

- Once every five years makes
him a bit slow reacting,

which should give
us a head start.

Either switch that off
or leave the room.

- I'll leave my colleague
to listen and report back.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Precisely when did you
find out it was Ms. Girling

under the statue?

- Yesterday evening.

- So how come half the campus
seemed to know about it

during the afternoon?

- You mean staff?

- Staff and students.

- I can't imagine.

Perhaps one of you will tell
me when we meet face to face.

- Are we all to be interviewed?

- Sargent Wield is drawing
up a timetable.

See him before you go.

- What about our timetables?

- Disruption of your work
is unfortunate, Ms. Soper.

Disruption of mine
is obstruction

and an offense in law.

- I realize that--

- If it'll help, I'll
come and talk to you

in situal,

have a look at each of you
in your native habitat.

How is that for diplomacy,
Ms. Soper?

- Exactly what we've come
to expect, Superintendent.

- Pascoe, Sargent Pascoe.

- What are you doing?

- Trying to talk to
the Austrian police

about a five year old bus crash,

what are you doing?

- Free range interviews,
mobile inquisition.

- Hello?

- Marion Carreaux, head of
the Fine Art Department?

- Yes?

- I have in tuned
deductive powers.

Does it symbolize something?

- Oledzef, it's for my
next exhibition in Paris.

- Oh, I don't know
anything about art but uh--

- But you know what you like.

- I wasn't gonna say that.

You must be very good to be
head of department at your age.

Are ya?

Don't be coy.

You're either very good

or you got friends
in high places.

I'm very good.

,
so we should get on.

- Oh, when you made the
memorial to Ms. Girling,

you must have been
.

- Pardon?

- A mere child.

- I was in my final year here.

- And then you came
straight onto the staff?

- No.

I completed my finishing
course here.

I studies for two years
at The Slade in London

and I returned here as
head of the department.

- So, you paid your dues?

- I hope so.

- And how did you get
on with Allison Girling?

- She was the best
friend I ever had.

- It's open.

- Sam Fallowfield's famous
ever-open door.

I might have been the police.

- They've already been.

- They told you about Anita?

- Yes.

Was that what you came
here to tell me?

- It might have been my fault.

- What?

- I told her,

shared our dreadful
secret with her.

- You bloody idiot.

- I thought your gospel
said say what you like,

do what you like but
always be responsible

for your own actions.

- It still says that.

- Fine.

I'm fully prepared to be
responsible for my actions,

and you?

- What about me?

- You're history, Sam.

- You may find this a
difficult idea to grasp,

but I loved Anita.

- In your own peculiar way.

- We all love in our
own peculiar way.

- Oh, yes, I know.

I could show you the scars.

- Why did you tell her?

You showing off as
usual, a demigod,

a man who knows everything?

- It takes one to know one.

- And I suppose you
know who killed her?

- Oh yes, I know that too, Sam.

- Was Allison Girling
a well liked woman?

- At the personal level, yes,

but professionally--

- Finish the sentence if
you will, Mr. Saltcombe.

- It was the spirit
of the times.

- You have the advantage
of me there,

I'm not a historian.

- December 1990, the
time in question.

We'd just been told the
college was to become

part of the high and
mighty university,

Girling's job was to be
upgraded and advertised.

- Who wanted the job?

- Everybody inside.

Scotby, Disney, Dunbar,
Girling herself.

- You?

- Oh yes.

- Are you an ambitious man?

- Not anymore, was.

It wore off after
about 20 minutes.

- You were telling me about
the spirit of the times

in the year of our Lord
1990 when Allison Girling

met her death.

- Poisonous.

- Henry Saltcombe, I realize
I'm not supposed to say

such things, but the
man is an old woman,

a gossip and a maker
of mischief.

- So, things were peaceful
enough in the college

during the period of
time we're talking about,

no mischief, passions
running higher than average?

- Passions always run high

in seats of learning,
Mr. Dalziel,

education is about passion,

our need to know is
informed by passion.

- Is that right?

Tell me about the memorial,
Ms. Disney.

- What would you like to know?

- I'm afraid it's a bit of
a crew policeman's question,

but, who paid for it?

- Allison paid for it.

- Allison Girling paid
for her own memorial?

Not even Prince Albert did that.

- It was planned as a
memorial to the old college

before it was swallowed up
by that dreadful university,

but when Allison died,

it seemed the proper
way to pay our tribute.

- And Marion Carreaux
got the job?

- Yes, she was a brilliant
student.

She now has an international
reputation, I'm told,

though I do find her
work a little perplexing.

- Oh, I thought it was
me being stupid.

- No, I don't think so.

- But she got the job on
merit, that's the point,

not because she was
teacher's pet?

- Ah.

- Yes?

- It is fair to say
that Marian Carreaux

and Allison Girling
were very good friends.

On the other hand, provided
people observe Christian

principles, there's nothing
wrong in material friendships

between students and
staff members.

In my time Mr. Dalziel,
I have been

both teacher and pet and it
has done me no harm at all.

- What about Dr. Fallowfield?

- Dr. Fallowfield is
beneath contempt.

- Wield.

Right.

Big man's on his way,

anything to tell him?

- Well, according to
the official record,

Alison Girling flew
overnight to Austria

on December the 17th, however.

- However?

- Well, that concrete
slab was laid

the morning of the 18th.

- Oh, I'm looking for
the chief policeman.

- Oh, it's Mr. Lapping.

You found the body
with Mr. Pearl.

- Aye,

it's not about that as such.

- Well, is it something
else you wish

to tell us Mr. Lapping?

- Well, obviously,

but I wouldn't be here
else, would I?

- Anything specific?

- Lads and lassies
dancing at midnight

with no clothes on, is that
specific enough for ya?

- It's specific enough for me.

- Do you suppose that's
a police dog?

- Special branch, trained to
sniff out student radicals.

- Student radicals?

I used to be one of those.

And you
just happen to have

your binoculars with you?

- Oh no, I always
have them with me,

including now, see?

- Night sight lens, is it?

- Ah, they're for birdwatching.

I've got me eye on a
little dunlin nest.

- Dunlin?

- Yeah, it's like a sand piper.

- Ah, were you on your own?

- Oh no, no, Hadley was with me.

- Hadley?

- The dog.

He's named after Hadley Verite.

- Yorkshire in England,
left arm spinner,

died during the war in
a German POW camp.

- Oh, lovely lad, lovely lad.

Still, my Hadley being a dog,

he's not much of a witness
from your point of view, is it?

- No.

So you see,

I'm relying on you Mr. Lapping.

Now you say you saw
these young people

and they were dancing?

- Ah, well, sure so,
if you call it dancing,

you know, the new music
is such, well,

it was coming from one
of those machine things,

uh a blaster, is that
what they call them?

- A ghetto blaster.

- Ah, if you say so, Mr.
uh, whatever your name is.

Anyway, as I said,
there were no real,

what we call music, it was
just a thumping, that's all,

a thumping, you know,
boo, drive you potty,

but then this chap
came along and he

chased them all away.

- A chap?

- Aye, wearing a big hat.

- Could you identify the chap?

- Oh no, no.

I was too far away to
identify anybody.

But, I could describe his hat.

- Is there a bird
called a dunlin?

- Yes, it's like a sand piper.

- Good.

Do you know what a pork pie
hat looks like, Sargent?

- Yeah, New York jazz
musicians in the '40s

and '50s used to wear them.

Lester Young used to
be famous for his.

- I don't want a bloody thesis.

I know what one looks like.

I need to be sure you do.

Why are you waving that
dark paper about?

- It's the medical report
on Anita Sewell,

very interesting.

- Go on, fascinate me.

- Cause of death was drowning,

bruises suggest she
was held face down

at the edge of the lake, but
no sign of sexual interference.

- That's fairly interesting.

- But bearing in mind,
she's alleged to have had

this long affair with Dr.
Fallowfield, how about this?

She was a virgin.

- Sod you, Pascoe.

I'm fascinated.

- I've always thought that duty

was a state of mind.

- This place is getting to you.

You're beginning to
sound like them.

Right you, you always did.

There's the bar?

- This way.

- Two pints of Best and
bottle of single malt

to take out,

oh, and you better start a tab.

- Legally speaking,

out sales are restricted
to union members.

- I'm sure the union
president will sign me in.

- Pleasure and a privilege.

- No midnight raves tonight?

- I'm sorry?

- Dancing by the
light of the moon

with no kicks on.

- I'm not familiar with
the local vernacular,

but if you mean what
I think you mean,

it was my birthday.

- How old are you?

- 23.

- And Anita Sewell
got the present.

- I don't find that amusing.

- Nor do I,

well, if you want to
put a smile on my face,

speak to Sargent Wield
in the morning.

Give him the names of
all your little friends

who were at your party

so we can compare notes
with our witnesses.

- I may invoke the 5th.

- I once invoked the
5th with a fella,

broke his nose, ta.

Where's your paramour tonight?

- No idea.

- Sargent Pascoe's lost
his young lady,

any idea where she is?

,
writing, .

- Writing, of course, deeply
indebted, merci monsieur.

- Enchente.

The French connection.

- They understand about sex.

That's the answer to
the mystery, sex.

- You speaking professionally
or philosophically?

- There's so much
of it around here,

you could bottle the
surplus and sell it to

old farts like me.

It's not a bad pint,

wasted on this lot.

You get me another
before you go.

- Where am I going?

- You have to see
your young lady.

She's writing, I think
she needs help

with the long words,
like virginity.

- I have to discuss
virginity with ya.

- We did that several years ago,

reached a decision, put
it into practice,

on that very rug.

I assume you remember.

- Not only that, I've never
looked at another rug since.

- And what does he want
to know about virginity.

- Well, he's like, we'd
both like to know

how come Anita Sewell
is a virgin

is she's supposed to
be having this long,

steamy affair with
Sam Fallowfield?

- Is that right?

- According to the medics.

- Hmm, doesn't surprise me.

I'd always assumed Sam
Fallowfield was an old queen.

- What makes you think that?

- How should I know
why I think that,

I just think that.

Maybe he's a bit AC/DC,

but I'm sure he's gay.

- Is there much of
a gay scene here?

- There's every sort of scene
if you know where to look,

Ms. Disney and her
bible students.

- Disney?

- I don't think it's
anything sinister,

girl talk and country walks

and a bit of shoulder
patting and hair stroking.

- Ah, you make me feel
so innocent and virginal.

- Read my novel, that
should fix you.

- You know I only read in bed.

- If you'd like to take
off your badge, Sheriff,

we'll solve two problems
for the price of one.

- Looks like Widdicombe
Fair, what is it?

- Our annual open day.

- Designed to convince
head teachers from across

the land that compared
with our campus,

Oxford and Cambridge
are mere pimples

on the intellectual landscape.

- We're selling higher
education in much the same

way as you would sell
double glazing.

- Does it work?

- Does it hell.

- Ms. Scotby, Ms. Disney.

YOu're looking very
radiant today, my dear.

- Hmm, does that mean
you want my fingerprints?

- I'll lay odds my
Sargent's already

got your fingerprints.

- Really, Superintendent, I
have no idea what you mean.

- I think you should
marry the lad.

- What?

- You heard.

- Is it your business?

- You bet it's my business.

I need to keep my staff
in good condition,

set in their mind and body.

- Oh, is that what
marriage does?

- Yeah,

I'll allow him to leave
in your case.

You're a good lass
and he's a good lad

and if you tell him I said so,

I'll never speak to you again.

- Aye, it's a very
tempting offer,

but I think my intended
what's a word with you.

- Excuse me, my dear.

What's all this about?

- Meetings held the day
Ms. Girling was killed.

- Meetings?

That's plural.

- Yeah, there was a staff
meeting in the morning,

then interviews after lunch,

including interviews
with applicants

for the post of Head of Biology.

- So Fallowfield was
here that day.

- Yeah, for his job interview.

- But he didn't tell us that.

He started at the following
September,

that's all he said.

Come on.

When I was your age,

we were too poor to have phones.

- Presumably they were
still a recent invention.

Hi, it's me.

- If we need to fit anybody up,

that little turd will do nicely.

You were here being interviewed
the day Girling was killed.

You had an assignation
with Anita Sewell,

the girl you weren't
sleeping with

the night she was killed.

Anything you say will
be regarded with

great skepticism, especially
as you're

queer as a nine bob note.

Dr. Fallowfield?

Dr. Fallowfield?

Wait here.

- Afternoon.

- Hello.

- Sargent, come over here.

Pull the curtains.

Mind where you walk,

sometimes crap on the floor.

Have a good look and
tell me what you think.

I know what I think.

Sargent!

- Doesn't look like anything's
been taken.

- Ah, but something's
been imported.

Anita Sewell's clothes.

- They match the description,

I'll check it out.

- Leave it, somebody's
having us on.

So, tell me what you can see.

- Do you suppose Fallowfield's
done all this himself?

I don't want
psycho-bleeding-analysis,

I want observation.

- Nothing's been stolen,

nothing's been broken.

- Bloody civilized vandalism,

bottles and glasses and
ponzi bits of ceramics

left alone and unarmed.

- Maybe they didn't
want to make any noise.

- Good lad, give yourself
two house points.

What can you tell me about
the writing on the wall?

- Uh, some of it's in aerosol.

Some of it's in chalk.

Different style, two languages,

that one's Latin.

Don't know what it means.

Two people?

Together or apart?

- Sorry?

- Do some detecting,

go and have a word
with the neighbors.

- No, we didn't hear anything.

- I saw that lady.

- That wasn't today.

- Tell me about the lady.

- That was the night
before last.

- She was going next door
to see Mr. Flabbyfield.

- Fallowfield.

- What time did you see her?

- Um, 2:00, not light 2:00,

dark 2:00.

- What are you doing up
at 2:00 in the morning?

- I have having a
dream of a dog.

- David!

- No, no, no, he's
doing very well.

David, how old was this lady?

As old as your mother?

- Not old like my Mum,
old like old Sharon.

- How old's Sharon?

- 24.

- Have you ever seen a
man wearing a big hat?

- Yes.

- Can you remember
when that was?

- This morning on me
video, Clint Eastwood.

- So we've got Anita Sewell
at the cottage at 2:00

in the morning,

but Mr. Lapping, the
intrepid bird watcher,

says he saw the stranger
in a big hat

break up the back in
80 orgy at midnight.

I'm open to brilliant offers.

- The party breaks up,
Anita gets dressed,

goes to keep her date
with Fallowfield.

- Well, who takes her to
the lake and drowns her

and then undresses
her and dumps her

and why is he bothering
to take all her clothes

off anyway if he's a
shirt lifter by trade,

it's all a bit too
bloody bizarre,

like the rest of this place.

- Pascoe.

Yeah, right.

- If we're assuming
Fallowfield is the killer,

he left the body on the
golf course to make it

look as if it was part
of the midnight orgy.

Yeah.

- Which means he knew
about the midnight orgy

in the first place.

Yeah.

- I think Fallowfield's
the kind of man

young people confide in.

Maybe he's got too many
secrets for his own good.

- We've been looking
at the staff,

a conspiracy for grown-ups,

if we can dignify these
teachers with such a word,

but you're talking about staff
conspiring with students.

- I think I can help you there.

That was my man in Austria.

Oh yeah?

What did Dr. Freud
have to tell you?

Keep on doing it until
you need glasses?

- No, he dug up the
records to the hotel

where Ms. Girling used to stay.

In the October, she
booked an extra room

but in December it was
canceled at the last minute.

- But that only helps
if we know who she

was taking with her.

- We do.

The room was booked in the
name of Marion Carreaux.

- Get on to HQ.

We need Fallowfield,
prime suspect,

key witness, a little bit
of each, but find him.

Alright, let's go
start with Marion.

- There's not much to tell.

I was Ms. Girling's
favorite, I suppose.

- Teacher's pet.

- That seems strange
or unnatural.

She said I was talented.

- Ah,

and now you have an
international reputation,

so she was right, yeah?

- I hope so.

- A flower that blossomed.

So, tell me about
the holiday trip.

- She commissioned a sculpture,

cost a great deal of money

and then she suggested
I go on holiday

with her at Christmas.

My mother had died
during the summer

and I was dreading Christmas,
so I thought, why not?

- But you didn't go.

Why not?

- Disney put a stop to it.

She came to my room,
was all indignant,

said it was highly improper,

she would tell the press,
she would make sure

Ms. Girling lost her job.

- With Isiah quotes

from the King James
Bible, no doubt.

- I truly can't remember.

I remember I was
very frightened.

I was only 20.

- And then you told
Ms. Girling that you

weren't going with her?

- I was afraid.

I phoned her and invented
a story about

my father needing me
at home for Christmas.

She was very matter-of-fact,
almost as if

she'd expected it.

Said she'd ring the
agents, cancel the booking

and so on,

wished me a merry Christmas
and that was that.

- When was this?

- On the Monday morning.

- And then you went home?

- No.

- She said no.

And now it's 5:00
in the afternoon,

all the meetings and
interviews are over

and Marion Carreaux wants
to fix the fences, huh?

She comes here to see
Girling, say sorry.

The secretary's gone,

the study's empty.

So she knocked on Girling's
front door.

- Is that where Girling lived?

- Up the stairs, there's
a suite of rooms

used for storage now.

- We could get the key.

- No, leave it.

We'll probably find
six more bodies.

- No, we won't, I've checked.

- So, Carreaux knocks
at the door.

- She knocks at the door.

She hears voices,

very loud, very angry,
a man and a woman.

- Disney, Fallowfield?

- She doesn't recognize them.

She does the sensible thing,

decides to clear off and
come back later, right?

An hour later, 6:00,
she's walking back

and she sees Girling's
car leaving.

Here endeth her story.

- That checks with
Scotby's statement.

She saw the car leave at 6:00.

- What the hell is that?

- Saturday night disco,
'60's revival night.

- Why would they want
to revive them?

They were bad enough
the first time 'round.

She promised you the last wells.

- Well.

- Have we found Sam
Fallowfield yet?

- He took his car in
for repair two days ago,

hasn't collected it.

- We might be wrong about him.

- Not a double murderer,
you mean?

- When Marion joined the staff--

- Marion.

- Even I'm allowed
to like people.

- Alright, when Marion
joined the staff.

- The old bats didn't
like her much,

especially Disney.

Sam Fallowfield befriended her,

stood between her and
the flying shit.

- Okay, so Fallowfield's
a good guy, not a bad guy,

but someone's trying to
tell us he's a bad guy.

- By planting the girl's
clothes in the cottage.

- Bit obvious though, isn't it?

Leaving her suitcase on the bed.

- Unless they were interrupted.

- What, by those highly
intellectual vandals

who didn't break anything
of value?

They're not normal,
these people.

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels
'cross the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

- Ellie?

- Hmm?

- Has anyone seen anything
of Sam Fallowfield today?

The crowd called out for more.

The room was humming harder

As the ceiling flew away

- What was the question?

- I've forgotten.

- I have a question.

- The answer's yes,
just give me 10 minutes.

- Did you enjoy the novel?

- It's brilliant.

- You haven't even read it yet.

- But everything you
do's brilliant.

- You'll never guess what
your boss said to me today.

- What?

Come on!

Come on!

Well, you know you
make me wanna shout

Put my hands down

Yeah?

, may I have a word?

- What?

- I hope I didn't wake you.

- That's the best joke I've
heard since I got here.

- Sam Fallowfield wouldn't
hurt a fly.

Apparently, he used
to be the most

popular guy on the campus.

Green politics, women's lib,
men's lib, everybody's lib.

He was the pied piper.

- Yeah and we all know who
followed the pied piper.

Children.

- Rats.

- Well there are
a couple of rats.

- Hey, who's the policemen
in this bed?

- Sorry.

Hello?

Just a moment please.

I want to speak to young
bloody Casanova.

- Some students have
occupied the office.

- Landor's office?

- Our bloody office.

- Almost the '60s.

- What?

- Student occupations, they're
all the rage in the '60s.

- Anybody paying homage
on my patch

will get their asses kicked.

Come on.

We'll have some men
here in 10 minutes,

no flashing lights, no sirens.

- Superintendent, I hope this
can be handled discreetly.

- Subtlety's my middle name,

ask Sargent Pascoe
will tell you.

- It's his middle name.

- This is Superintendent
Dalziel.

The room you are in
is no longer part

of the administrative
offices of this college.

It is a temporary headquarters
of a murder inquiry.

Interference with papers
or other information

relating to that inquiry
will make you libel

to very serious charges.

- Reinforcements are here.

- That was quick, are
they on abolis?

- I took the liberty
of phoning the police

when I heard the commotion.

- Thank you, Ms. Disney,

very public-spirited.

Doors and windows covered,
front and back,

if they try to get out,

I want them grabbed
and identified.

- Right.

- Won't you come in, gentlemen.

- Since it's our room,

I won't bother saying thank you.

- I'm sorry, Superintendent.

We genuinely did not
realize that this

was no longer Dr.
Landor's study.

- Ho, ho, Mr. President.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Get off the desk.

Now!

I won't comment on
the sentiment,

but I will correct the spelling.

D-A-L-Z-I-E-L,

thus respecting the
age old rule,

I before e except after c

and especially after
the z in my name.

Whoever wrote this, you're a
disgrace to your generation.

Was it you?

- I've got nothing to say.

- That confirms what everybody
says about you, young man.

- Look, this is has
all been rather stupid.

Please accept my apologies
on behalf

of all the students.

We'll clean everything
up before we go.

- You won't touch anything.

And you're not going anywhere.

- Ooh.

Is the building surrounded?

- He's probably called
out the SAS.

- I'm holding everyone
in this room

on suspicion of illegal entry,

interfering with evidence,

possession of the drug cannabis,

damage to property
by defacing a wall

and someone's been
at my single malt.

Now then,

who's got the keys?

- Keys?

- No forcible entry,

therefore,

you must have some keys.

- Somebody else has got them.

- Just like life, isn't it, eh?

Well, in that case,

we'll have all your names
and then we'll negotiate

an armistice.

- Is that necessary?

- Oh yes, Mr. President.

Not only necessary,

but compulsory.

Thank you, thank you.

- That was a bit OTT, wasn't it?

Oh, don't tell me, it's the
job, lady, it's what I do.

- You don't like it,
put it in the novel.

- Oh.

Who's coming now,

the bloody French
foreign legion?

- Come on!

- In the science hall!

- Are all university's
like this?

- Nope, some of them
are in towns.

- Shut up.

What's happened?

- It's Dr. Fallowfield.

I think he's dead.

- You call the ambulance?

- Yes.

- Name?

- Sandra Firth.

- You certainly know
how to enjoy yourself

on a Saturday night, don't ya?

- It's not funny.

- I'm not laughing.

Am I laughing, Sargent?

- No, sir, definitely
not laughing.

- What were you doing in here?

- This is where I work.

I was going to look at my files.

Franny said it would be
in the spirit of the '60s.

- What did you use for keys?

- Keys.

- Taking over my office,

wasn't that good enough for you?

- I was there but

it seemed to be getting
a bit out of hand.

- In what way?

- Oh, you know.

- I know about young people
stuffing white powder

up their nostrils and
taking pills and smoking

exotic 'shrooms.

Is that what I'm
supposed to know?

- Yeah.

- We'll talk about that later.

Tell me about finding
the corpse.

- I came in

and it was dark and
it was spooky.

Franny says you should
always walk towards

the thing that frightens you.

Franny?

- Franny Roote.

- President and a profit.

- And there was this
light coming from

Dr. Fallowfield's study.

- Okay, show me.

- Superintendent Dalziel.

- Dead?

- Yes.

- How long.

- An hour, maybe more.

- God.

Bag that.

Did you find the note?

- Note?

- If Dr. Fallowfield
took his own life,

it's custom and practice
to leave a note.

- No, I didn't see anything,

I didn't touch anything,
honestly.

- Except the telephone.

- Come on.

- Sealing off the place
to forensics, alright?

- I'd seal off the whole
campus if it wasn't

for civil bleeding liberties.

The question is, do we still
have a case to investigate

or not?

- We'll hang it all
on Fallowfield.

- A good suspect for one,
possibly two murders,

tops himself,

tie it up with pink ribbon,

we could all be back in
our own beds tonight.

You've got different ideas.

- Can we be sure he
topped himself?

- Hmm, an overdose of phenol,

probably self-administered.

- Anita Sewell, possibly,
Allison Girling I don't buy.

He was only here for one
day for his interview.

- You still fancy one
of the golden oldies?

- Henry Saltcombe took
that letter to Fallowfield

and he wears a pork pie hat.

- My god, that will really
make 'em sit up in court.

- And why didn't Fallowfield
leave a note?

- He left these, found
in his wallet.

- Well, well, Fanny Roote.

To Sam with love,

but I still fancy
a note, suicide,

nearly all attention
seeking bastards.

- Are we still interested
in big hats?

- Good morning, Sargent.

- Good morning.

- Are you coming to church?

- I'm afraid I'm working.

- On the day of rest?

- While I respect
your feelings but

I have to ask you
about your hat.

- My hat?

What about my hat?

- Were you wearing it the
night Anita Sewell was killed?

- These autumn nights
can be very chilly.

You may have five minutes,
young man,

though I am prepared to
make myself available

for a further statement
after morning service,

what do you wish to know?

- Was it you who chased the
students from the woods?

- I believe we have a
pastoral responsibility

to protect our young people.

It isn't a fashionable
point of view,

but if I were a slave
to fashion,

perhaps I would wear
a different hat.

Is that all you wish to know?

- In your lectures,
do you use chalk?

- Goodness me, is that
now an offense?

Technologically incorrect?

- Well, perhaps you
could translate,

.

, a
snake lurks in the grass.

Virgil wrote that
2,000 years ago.

- And you wrote it again,
on Dr. Fallowfield's wall.

- I went to his cottage
yesterday afternoon.

I was going to confront him.

I'm not afraid of
anyone, you see,

but someone had already
been there

and made a dreadful mess.

I made my small contribution
and left,

I'm not ashamed of
anything I've done.

- And who is the snake,
Sam Fallowfield?

- Forgive me, I'm not prepared
to cast the first stone.

- The first stone, isn't
that from the story

of the woman taking in adultery?

- Quite so, I must go.

I shall be at your service
if required.

These lovely old trees
are to be torn up

to make way for a car park.

Why does progress always
make things worse, I wonder?

- Does the bar open
Sunday lunchtime?

- Um, yeah, I believe so.

- Good.

I'll get myself a refill.

Hang on,

if I was gonna top myself,

I might post my suicide note

with a first class stamp.

- In a place like this,

you could put it through
the internal mail,

save the stamp.

- You're a bright light,

whatever people say.

- There's more.

When Fallowfield came
for his interview,

he stayed the weekend.

Arrived on Friday and was
paid traveling expenses

and three overnights,

all in the accounts.

- No wonder the country's
going broke.

- Sam again, don't forget
the two pence on the bottle.

- Are we to expect an early
arrest, Superintendent?

- I'll do better, if
I stay much longer,

they're giving me a degree.

- Third degree, no doubt.

- So, put it on the tab.

Oh, if you'll forgive
the expression,

I have to scour your
seat of learning

in search of a suicide note.

- Where's Big D?

- Senior Common Room, probably,

going through the pigeonholes,

seeing who's got the golden egg.

- Right.

- Oh, I've got something
new to tell him.

- What?

- Fallowfield's previous
job was teaching

at a minor public school
near Chester.

Franny Roote was in
the sixth form then

and came here for his
interview on the Friday.

- As in the Friday before
the Monday in question?

- Right.

- Carreaux, Disney, Dunbar,

Soper, Scotby.

Henry Saltcombe.

Go and get him!

- What?

- Mr. Sodding President.

Oh.

- I have here a copy
of the letter

from the late Sam Fallowfield
addressed to

Mr. Henry Saltcombe.

Dr. Fallowfield being a
modern and methodical man

had written it on his
personal computer,

saving it for posterity.

With Mr. Henry Saltcombe's
permission,

I read the letter and taken
due note of it's contents.

On the computer,

we also found Dr.
Fallowfield's personal diaries,

all the intimate details,

going back several years,
five to be precise.

It's your lucky day, sunbeam,

the autumn double, Alison
Girling and Anita Sewell.

- That's absolute rubbish.

Sam wouldn't tell lies,
he couldn't tell lies.

What about her?

- It's good now, huh?

- That's all on the record.

Fallowfield meets Roote
when he's at school,

falls madly in love with him,

then he finds out the boy's
mad, bad and dangerous

to know.

Tries to protect Anita
Sewell from him,

so Roote invents that phony
sexual harassment charge.

- All Fallowfield had
to do was come out

the closet and admit he was gay.

- He decided to fight it,

to the death, as it turned out.

- Marion?

- I'm sure she'll tell
you everything.

Your problem is people
fall in love with you.

- That's a problem?

- Men and women.

- If you say so,

sweetie.

- I'm nobody's sweetie.

You might say that's my tragedy,

but it's a better tragedy
than Marion's arraign.

Is that when you met her,

that weekend you went
for the interview?

- Certainly I did.

It isn't against the
law to meet people.

- And you had to make
up your mind,

Sam Fallowfield or
Marion Carreaux.

- We met when he came
for his interview.

People tend to fall
in love with him

and then later regret it.

We had a bit of a fling
over the weekend.

He invited me to spend
Christmas with him.

It seemed like more fun
than skiing in Austria

with Ms. Girling.

We went to see her, to tell her.

She took it badly?

- There was a lot of shouting.

- A man and a woman shouting?

That's what you said you heard,

but it was you doing
the shouting, yes?

- Yes.

- There was a sort of a fight,

Girling slapped her face,

Marion grabbed hold
of Girling's hair.

- And it came off.

- It was a wig, wasn't it?

She fell back, banged her
head on the fireplace.

I've taken legal advice,

it's accidental death.

- She attacked me

and Franny hit her with a poker.

And Dr. Fallowfield?

- Franny phoned him,
said we had a problem,

he'd do anything for Franny.

He helped us clear up the mess.

He was a good man.

- Marion was brilliant.

She canceled her flight
and her hotel booking,

flew to Austria in
Girling's spare wig

and a pair of shades and
then flew back again.

Who buried the body?

- Well, Sam and I did
that between us.

It's amazingly hard work.

And who
organized the bus crash?

- Well, that really
was an act of God.

- Oh.

You mean you really
believe there's

a superior being?

Superior to you?

- Maybe,

but if the job falls
vacant, I'll be applying.

- He's a control freak.

- I don't speak jargon,

try me with English.

- He likes to think the
whole world depends on him.

He's got half the campus in
his pocket, staff and students.

- Anita Sewell?

- Was potty about him.

- They all were in that time.

Sam Fallowfield, Marion
Carreaux, Anita Sewell,

Sandra Firth.

- Sure, I talk a lot.

I'm good at it.

I told Anita I'd got the
goods on everybody on campus.

I told her about Girling,

well, what's there to hide?

It's accidental death.

- And you were high on
drugs and showing off.

- Single malt is
an addictive drug

or so I'm told.

- Marion doesn't think
it was accidental death.

She sees
everything as art.

- And then you realized
that if Anita told,

that'd be your brilliant

international career
down the tubes.

What's the life of one
young student compared

with the work of a true artist?

- Precisely.

- Well, at least it was
nothing personal.

- It was also personal.

- You didn't like Anita Sewell?

- She had Franny.

- People fall in love with him.

- Of course.

- And you stayed that way.

- Yes.

Do you have crimes of
passion in this country?

- Looks like it, yeah.

- So it was alright
to stitch him up,

make it look like a sex crime,

trash the cottage, leave Anita--

- Sam was on a serious
guilt trip,

Jewish mother to the
world, that was Sam.

He'd have handled it.

- And what about you?

You'll take responsibility
for ruining it?

- God no.

I'm a child of the '80s,

there's no such thing
as society,

next question.