All language subtitles for Lewis S05E04 The Gift of Promise x264 RB58-eng

RADIO: '..although the device was
later discovered to be harmless,

police praised the vigilance
of those who reported it,

and urged the public to continue to
bring to their attention

any suspicious, unattended packages.

Speaking at Scotland Yard
late last night,

the Metropolitan Police Commissioner

expressed his regret for any
disruption caused by the incident,

but emphasised
that public safety was paramount.

The Home Secretary in a statement

said that for the foreseeable future

the threat level
would remain at substantial.'

(CLARINET PLAYS MOZART)

Zoe, I know you're only 15,

but if you got up a bit earlier
then you could practise your clarinet

and we could all have breakfast
together.

See you later tonight.
Wear something nice.

I always do, Leon.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Good morning, Ronnie.
Good morning, madam.

Traffic's good.

Thank you.

Oxford by 9:00, sir, so I can drop
you right outside the station.

And will we see you next weekend?

No.

What are you wearing tonight
to collect your award?

(PHONE BEEPS)

Who's that?

Oh, er...just the dentist.

A reminder for the hygienist
tomorrow.

She's changed her day.

Yeah.

Bye.

(PHONE RINGS)

Please, before you say anything,

I didn't marry a stupid man,
whatever his faults,

and if you keep on contacting me,
he's bound to find out.

MAN: Hey, Elmo.

Hey, Elmo.

Are you going tonight?

Why?
All the others are.

I'll see how I feel.

Dublin.

Easter, 1916.

And a living nation who's waiting to
spring from the graves of patriots.

But the Irish Republican Brotherhood
has been infiltrated

and certain members intimidated
or bribed

by those masters of duplicity

the British Secret Service.

HATHAWAY:
Would you ever write your memoirs?

Only if I could write the shocking
truth about you.

Go on, then.

I'll wait.

It's James.

I had a whippet called Jimmy.

He was fit and lean.

And very, very fast.

I'm very, very much a James.

I imagine so.

Thank you.

I am so looking forward
to reading this.

That's very kind.

Who's it for?
Leon.

Success!

Who's it for, then?

Just me.

They approached me at Cambridge.

MI5 did. Get away.

Nowadays they advertise.

Then you had to be discreetly
talent spotted.

A shipload of guns for the rebellion

has just gone to the bottom of Howth
Harbour.

So why not call the whole thing off?

Elmo?

If you spent more time with your feet
on the ground, Mr Woodeson...

Have you read my essay yet?
Oh, yes.

Let's you and I have some quality
one-to-one time tomorrow, shall we?

My rooms at 9:00.

So why did the rebels go ahead?

And walk straight into the superior
firepower of the British?

Well, the Irish soul
is both pagan and Catholic.

It was Easter.

A blood sacrifice would resonate

so even in defeat
the Irish couldn't lose.

Good, Zoe. Perfectly stated.

(KNOCKING)

Yes?

How do I look?
Amazing.

Can I come over later?

We'll see.

Go straight there,
no acrobatics on the way, please.

In case I lose this?

In case you hurt yourself, darling.

I-I need a drink first.

You can stay for one.

Sir, some white wine?

Let me tell you this, Don.

When she's five years old, she wrote
to the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

And she said, I'll vote for you

if you make my pocket money tax
deductible

so that I could be rich
and she could be happy.

And that is why at 15, she's doing
Politics, Philosophy and Economics

and I want you to keep her
up to scratch.

Early days but it could be
the other way round.

That's straight from the horse's
mouth. Go and find your mother.

Zoe, of course, would love
to live in the college,

but I want to keep an eye on her.

I apologise for the interruption.

Um, Daddy wants you.

Daddy can wait for a moment.

Thanks for coming.

I was actually just leaving.
I've got something to do.

Oh.

I'm...really sorry.

Can I interest you in a little more?

There you go.
Top you up, Mrs Suskin?

No, I'm fine.

Some more?

Here is my wonderful wife.
Let me introduce you.

Oh, I think we met
at Fresher's Week.

How are you, Judith?
I'm fine, thanks.

Oh, hello, darling.

Here she is.
Are you all right, darling?

(TAPPING ON GLASS)

I'm Andrea de Ritter,

founder of The Gifted Child.

(APPLAUSE)

Every year we award the Wilkie
Scholarship

to an outstandingly gifted
young person

accepted into higher education.

And this year it's Oxford University
and Zoe Suskin.

(APPLAUSE)

Congratulations, well done.

Smile for the cameras.

This way, Zoe.

Just one more. Smile.

Andrea.

What do you want?

You did do it?

Yeah.

Suppose he calls the police?

It's too late to worry about that.

So can I come over?

Not tonight, darling.

You said.

Don't be childish.

I said, we'll see.

I'm tired, and you're drunk.

You said!

(RETCHING)

Are you OK?

You were hitting the wine
pretty hard.

What do you want?

Do you need a hand, son?
No, no, no.

No, nothing.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Come in.

And do let's try and talk about this
like grown-ups, shall we, darling?

Let's try not to be angry.

Sir.

Andrea de Ritter.
She lived alone. She's downstairs.

Who's that?

Liam Cullen, friend.

He found her this morning
about 9:00.

He had a spare key.
Do we know when she died?

Hobson is still taking a look,

but I know who killed her.

Albert Einstein.

Single blow to the back of the head.

With that.

I presume the bleach
is to get rid of the DNA?

You're learning. You used to think
DNA meant "Don't Know Anything".

Better than thinking CID stands for
"Coppers In Disguise".

If I may,

there's a dust ring on a plinth up
there which would fit Albert.

Yes, it was thrown down on her
behind

to keep splatter off the killer.

And then he or she cleaned it up.

Timing?

Can't do better than, say, four
hours after 9:30 last night.

Right.

The Gifted Child.

Don't speak about Sergeant Hathaway
like that.

You'll give him a big head.

Bye.

Letters seem to be from some chap
called Elmo.

I haven't had a proper look
but it could be a boyfriend.

That's the only thing out of place

as far as I can see, other than...
Mr Einstein.

Fill me in on this Liam Cullen.

Then have a closer look at these
letters.

OK.

I'm Detective Inspector Lewis,
Mr Cullen.

I'm sorry about this.

Andrea was a good friend.

We were good friends.

And you came here this morning
to pick up a cheque from her.

I run a catering sideline from my
pub The Fiddler's Hearth.

Last night we did an event for
Gifted Child

at the Natural History Museum.

When I called this morning
the lights were still on.

When I got no answer
I went home for a spare set of keys.

I just live two minutes away.
Did Andrea have a boyfriend?

No.

No, no, she'd have told me.

How close were you?

Well, about five years ago...

..we had a little fling.

We stayed friends.

Did Andrea know an Elmo?

Elmo Woodeson.

Yeah, he's a student at Saville
College. He comes into the pub.

What?

I saw Elmo last night
on my way back from the museum.

He'd had a skinful.

Do you think he and Andrea
could have had a relationship?

No.

No. No.

She did tell me once
that he fancied her.

You know, had a bit of a crush.
But...

He was a kid.

She was a woman.

You look rough.

At least you're here.

Come in.

Got any Paracetamol?

Have you read the letters yet?

Cullen says Elmo had a crush on her.

It was reciprocated.

It was more than a crush.

Are you blushing?

Yeah.

All right, thanks.

Nothing known on Elmo Woodeson.

Should be in his politics tutorial
now.

No, not in the college.
It's being held by Donald Voss.

He's one of those,
according to the porter.

One of what?

He holds his tutorials
by the river bank

or in his favourite coffee shop
which is where he is now.

Gifted children use long words,
enjoy problem solving,

are very sensitive emotionally,

and are often prone
to deny the obvious.

Remind you of anyone?

No.
Actually, I made the last bit up.

VOSS: A definition of politics?

Battle of interests

masquerading as
a contest of principles.

(CHUCKLING)

That's not original, by the way.

But then I'm allowed to plagiarise.

You most definitely are not.

Doctor Voss?

Yes.

Sorry to interrupt.

Which one of you is Elmo Woodeson?

Elmo's not here.

Er...

Isn't he meant to be?
Meant to be.

Said he was coming, when I saw him,

but that's Elmo,
unreliable and unpredictable.

When was this?
Today.

He came by earlier
to discuss an essay.

Could we have a word?

Sure.

Elmo's not here.

This is Detective Sergeant Hathaway.

Dr Voss. I really need a coffee,
sir. Can I get you one?

No. You go on.

I recognise a fellow caffeine addict
when I see one.

I haven't touched it.

Thanks.

So why do you want Elmo?

We're investigating a murder.
Andrea de Ritter.

Andrea?

You're kidding.
I'm afraid not.

Wow.

I saw her only yesterday.

She was found dead at home.
We think she was killed last night.

By Elmo?

We just want to talk
to him for the moment.

How did he seem this morning?

Outrageously hungover.

How long have you known him?
Since term started.

It's his first year. Mine, too.

I relocated from Cambridge.

Oh, which college?
Harvard.

Cambridge, Massachusetts.

If Elmo shows up,
could you ask him to call?

Sure.

She looks young.
Zoe?

Yeah, she's not even 16.

She's one of Andrea's so-called
"gifted kids".

So-called?
Well, is it such a gift?

Being identified as "special"
at an early age

isn't always conducive to developing
a rounded personality.

Isn't that rather a lazy assumption?

If you say so.

Andrea...

just call me...

please.

(DISTORTED) Elmo.

Police officers.

Your scout told us where to find you.

You missed your tutorial.

Is that a crime?

No-one's told me.

When did you last see
Andrea de Ritter?

Last night at the museum.

There was a presentation.

Why?

I'm afraid she's dead.

Killed?
Why do you say that?

Because you're the police.

She was murdered.

You and Miss de Ritter
had a sexual relationship?

Yeah, but...but not a...

Not...what?

About last night, she wouldn't let
me come back with her.

Were you angry with her?

I was angry at myself.

I should have protected her.

From what, Elmo?

If you know any reason why anybody

would want to hurt her, you'd better
say.

I don't.
(BELL RINGS)

And I've got a tutorial.

All right.

But we're gonna want
to see you again.

So don't go walkabout.

He's scared of something.

Andrea de Ritter was founder
of the Gifted Child organisation

which gives advice to parents
with clever kids,

mainly through a website, but it was
in the red and going down fast.

Bank had blocked her credit cards
until she cleared her overdraft.

She was still spending though.
What about that do last night?

Well, here's your photo.

"Presenting the Wilkie Scholarship

on behalf of the Gifted Child
organisation."

Here, that's the girl
who was in Voss's tutorial.

The scholarship is funded by an
independent charitable foundation.

It's kind of prestigious,
not valuable.

Andrea still had to fund her
lifestyle though.

A house like that. Certainly wasn't
pulling in the purse strings.

No, because she had her own company
Gifted Child Books

which paid her a healthy salary,
but published nothing.

So who's backing Gifted Child Books?

Which is which?

That's all they had
so take your pick.

I'll take the cheese.
I'm not risking prawn.

You surprise me, sir. I had you down
as a prawn cocktail man.

Too sophisticated for me.

I was talking less about your taste
and more about your...era.

Thanks.

Anyway, they're in again, prawn
cocktails.

Retro.

Unless they're back out again by now.

Thought you came down
a bit hard on Voss about gifted kids.

Possibly.

Gifted Child Books...

"A proposed series of essential
books

in association with the Suskin
Press."

Suskin?

Mmm.

"Zoe Suskin, 15, accepting
this year's Wilkie scholarship."

Suskin Press,

chief executive, Leon Suskin.

When our democratic freedoms
need defending,

then ethical considerations
must sometimes take a back seat.

But it's those same freedoms

that have allowed me
to write the truth.

The title of your book is too long.

(SLURS) Like a slithering snake.

Lies And Secrets.

It's slitheringly long.

Have you read it?

Every slithery word.

It should just be called Lies.

Because nothing is secret from me.

All right, on your way.

Lies!

Lies! Lies!

Slithering lies!

Lies!

(INDISTINCT)

Zoe!

Zoe.

Aren't you meant to be at a lecture?

Philosophy. Ages yet.

How was the hygienist?

Fine.

Gold star for healthy gums.

Do you want a cup of coffee
or something?

No, thanks.

I think I'll get there early,
just in case.

Off you go, then.

Love you.

(POLICE RADIO)

(DISTORTED VOICES)

(DISTORTED)

(BICYCLE BELL)

Out of the way!

Argh!

Elmo.
Sorry.

Are you OK?

This wasn't meant to happen.

Oh, no, I...

It's all going wrong.

I'm pleased you enjoyed
my "Lies" and my "Secrets".

No, I did, I think it was wonderful.

I'm just kicking myself that I didn't
snap it up for the Suskin Press.

I'm flattered.

No, Egan & Rogers
have done a good job for them,

but as I understand it,

they haven't had the sense to take up
an option on the next book.

I'm not sure I have
another book in me, Mr Suskin.

That's always the risk
with first-time authors.

You win some, you lose some,
but with me, you'd win.

Or with Suskin, irrespective,

because you would receive a
considerable and non-returnable...

advance on signature.

Go on.

Gripping as Lies And Secrets is,

I was just wondering whether we could
entice you

to stick your neck out a little bit
more in the next book.

Is there something specific
you want to know?

Yes. This arrived...

yesterday.

And...

you've signed it.

Yeah, this was inside.

You've read that chapter?

Yes, but...

certain bits of that chapter
are a little vague.

Some secrets...

stay secret.

I made that clear
in my Q&A session this morning.

Were you still there for that?

A rather unpleasant man was ejected.

You noticed me?
It was my job for 40 years.

Noticing people.

Oh, they're finished.

Oh, hello again...James.

Dame Grace.

You look very stern today.

Goodbye, Mr Suskin.
Goodbye.

Sorry, who are you?

I believe you knew Andrea de Ritter.
Knew?

So...

was it a break-in
or a robbery or what?

Early days yet, Mr Suskin.

Andrea's joint publishing venture
with the Suskin Press

Gifted Child Books...
Yes, what about it?

It just seems
rather a one-sided deal,

taking a lot of money from Suskin
without producing very much.

Andrea was having problems with her
authors, she told me all about that.

There weren't any authors. They
weren't even paid or contracted.

I left all that to her.

Why did you give so much money

to somebody who'd never produced a
book before?

Because I knew the level of support

her organisation gave to gifted kids
and their parents.

My daughter is one such.

She's just won the Wilkie
Scholarship for this year

and that makes us very proud.

Don't you think Andrea de Ritter
should have declared an interest?

It's her final decision as to who
wins the scholarship.

I can see you're a policeman

with strong view on the ethics of
publishing, but...

what the hell has this
got to do with her murder?

Where were you last night
after, say, 9:30?

Me?

Well, if you must know, once I'd
seen Zoe collect her scholarship,

I came back here to work.

Was there anyone here
who can confirm that? No.

We found a letter on Andrea's
computer

that she'd started writing to you.

"Your marriage is a sham, Leon,
and you're living a lie, darling.

That knowledge is worth a lot."
What knowledge?

Was she blackmailing you?
No.

I never received anything like this.

Was the relationship
strictly business?

Yes, it was.

She called everyone "darling".

My wife, my daughter and my faith

are the three most important things
in my life

and I would never
risk those for anything.

That's it for now, Mr Suskin.

See, they can see out,
but I can't see in.

I hate not knowing things,
don't you?

No alibi.

I think Andrea was gearing up for
blackmail,

even if hadn't finished the letter.
He was rattled.

(BELLS CHIME)

(BELL RINGS SHARPLY)

(DISTORTED VOICES)

(VOICES SHOUT "ELMO")

(SIREN)

(VOICES SHOUT "ELMO")

Argh!

Older woman has affair with
unstable student.

Andrea dumps him.

He kills her, then he kills himself.

Witnesses?
Not yet.

But there wouldn't be unless you
happened to be looking up.

Something's not right.

The body wasn't quite where you'd
expect it to be if he'd jumped off.

Too far out and over.

Do you think he was pushed?

Difficult.

Killer would have had to get him up
on the parapet.

What if he was up here already
if he was being chased?

(GROANS)

Don't tell me you've got vertigo.

Acrophobia is a fear of heights.
Vertigo is balance problems.

Is that what you've got?

No, I've got prawns!

I never risk them myself.

Tasty enough at the time
but not worth the worry.

Are you gonna be sick?
No.

I need to go to the loo quickly.

How quick do you reckon
you can take them stairs?

(CLOCK CHIMES)

I'll see you down there!

No-one's ever died before.

That I know, I mean.

Not that I really knew Elmo.

He wasn't easy.

Real adults like you...

..aren't problematical for me
mostly.

It's my slightly older peers like
Elmo that present a challenge.

What did you like about him?

Well, obviously,
he was good-looking.

Attractive.

Why did he do it?

Who knows?

I haven't cried yet.

Sometimes you cry
when you least expect it.

Sometimes you think you're crying for
one thing and...

really it's about something else.

I never cry.

My dad used to tease me if I did.

I think Mum's having an affair.

I can't really help.

You know, whatever they get wrong,

your mom and dad seem to be
pretty solid support.

It's great that you're here.

Hey, this was kicking around.
I cleaned it up.

It's an owl. For wisdom.

The sacred creature of Minerva,

the Roman goddess.

Or Athena, the Greek version.
I know.

You would.

Would you like it?

Thanks, Don.

What are you looking for?

Memories.

Anything special?

I'll tell you when I'm ready.

Fine. Dinner?

When you're ready.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Parkour.

Or free running.

You negotiate objects in your way

by jumping up and off them

or leaping and climbing over them.

Like an obstacle race?
Except that there's no racing.

It's sort of urban cool.

So Elmo's fall could have been
just a leap that went wrong?

Ambitious one, if it was.

What about this...

"knifebox" that he chalked
all over his hidey hole?

Could that be the name of a band?
Not that I've heard of.

But you're getting on a bit now.

Would this do as a suicide note?

"I heard two lovers late at night,

talking of love and death and life."

It's Elmo and Andrea.

He'd have to have
been listening to himself.

Poetic licence.

Andrea's murder doesn't seem like a
crime of passion to me.

Too neat and tidy.

Not like a spontaneous explosion of
anger from a screwed-up 18-year-old.

His letters were all over the place.

Anyone could have done that.

Sometimes you couldn't believe

that this is England's second-best
university. Speaking objectively?

Of course.

It's a politics essay
for Donald Voss.

Not up to scratch?
It's his comments.

"You promise so much
and deliver worse than nothing."

Maybe he deserved it?
No, that's schoolmaster stuff.

Can I just have a look at that
properly?

OK.

My gran always used to say,

"You're sharp.
Been sleeping in the knife box?"

She could have been
talking about you.

Not the way I feel.

Yeah, OK, pack it in for today.

I'll finish up here.

Nil by mouth.
And keep a bottle by the bed.

Thanks for the advice.

Right.

See you tomorrow.

Be good, work hard.

Don't forget the Morrisons are
coming for dinner.

Put them off.
Why?

Why?

Because I'll be too tired, that's
why!

See you tomorrow!

Here.

Let me help.

Oh.

That's new.

Don gave it to me.

Your...

your tutor.

Yeah.

Wasn't that nice of him?
Lovely.

What's the essay?

The Art of Negotiation
and the Anglo-Irish Treaty.

OK, now, don't tell me,

1922,

Lloyd George and de Valera?

1921.

Austin Chamberlain, Michael Collins.

(LAUGHS) Trust me to get it wrong.

I never was as clever as you.

That doesn't matter, Mum.

Honest.

He shouldn't shout at you like that.

No.

Can we call in at that Irish pub,
the Fiddler's?

Stay away from Judith!

"Like your hair. Seeing you tonight.
Kiss kiss."

For the love of God, please stop.

To think she'd betray me
with a man like you?

She isn't, I promise. I swear to God
there is nothing going on.

Shut up!

You are lucky I've got bigger fish to
fry than a sprat like you.

I've got a train to catch.
I have called police.

There's no need, there's no need.

Next time you're dead!

♪ And we're all off to Dublin
in the green, in the green

♪ With their helmets
glistening in the sun

♪ Where the bayonets flash
and the rifles crash

♪ To the echo of a Thompson gun

Thank you, fans.

I don't have a great voice

but you don't need one
to sing rebel songs.

That is why you'll hear them at
closing time

in many an Irish pub.

You find in these songs

a comradeship

which is the key to understanding

both the Easter Rising

and the political complexity
of the War of Independence.

Which three years...

(BREATHES IRREGULARLY)

Don, are you OK?

(PANTS)

Zoe, call for help, will you?

(SIREN)

Leon Suskin, please.

When will he be back?

Do you know by which train?

Yes, his voicemail, please.

Mr Suskin, Grace Orde.

May we speak again?

On reflection,

what you told me is rather worrying.

And sometimes things
can get out of hand.

With attendant unpleasantness.

That's good.

Thank you.

Office worker across from where Elmo
fell has just come forward.

Says he was definitely trying to jump
the gap

and she didn't see anyone else.

I've just found some...

"interesting" photos of Cullen taken
by Andrea last month.

Are you blushing again?

Or just getting your colour back?

Ah, blushing, then.

This is work, I hope.

Yes, ma'am.
It is, ma'am.

That's a relief.

Donald Voss, remind me?

Elmo Woodeson's tutor.

Also knew Andrea de Ritter.

The hospital has notified us

that he's been admitted with arsenic
poisoning.

He's been poisoned regularly.

Over at least a month.

His most recent dose
would have been his tipping point.

Poisoned deliberately?

Arsenic can get into
all sorts of things.

Although these days in this country
it is rare.

On the other hand,

if I wanted to kill someone,
which I don't,

unless you consider the chairman of
the health authority,

I wouldn't use it.
Too easily detectable.

Will he live?

I'm not God.
I'm aware of that, Doctor,

but any port in a storm, try.

With arsenic,
it's notoriously hard to predict.

He could pull through.

But his recovery
could be quick or slow. Excuse me.

♪ A nation once again

♪ A nation once again

♪ And I...

(LOUD MUSIC CONTINUES)

Cullen!
Yes.

(SILENCE)

Is that Karolina?

How did you know that?

She called 999 this morning
when Leon Suskin was assaulting you.

By the time we attended, he'd gone
and you sent us away.

What was that about?

He got the wrong end of the stick.

Thought I was having
an affair with his wife.

We were old friends by the end.

I even bought him a drink for the
road.

What can I do for you?

When we spoke before, you said you
and Andrea de Ritter

were just friends these days.

These are more than Happy Snaps.

And they were only taken last month.

Why did you lie?

Because I thought Andrea
was having a thing with Elmo.

Even though I said I didn't know.

I didn't want her to...

seem like a tart.

So what happened?

Did you decide that she really was
a tart and kill her?

I adored her!

The one doesn't rule
the other out in my experience.

But if in doubt, pin it on Paddy,
is that it?

Wouldn't be the first time.
Well, it would for me, Mr Cullen.

Because I've never "pinned"
anything on anyone.

OK?

OK?
If you say so.

And your music is too loud!

Can I help you?

Oh. Excuse me.
Have you seen my daughter, Zoe?

Will he be OK?

70-30 in his favour.

Isn't bad, is it?
I'd say it's better than not bad.

Tell me something.

Don't most gifted children study
maths or computing or...?

Something where the answers are
quantifiable?

I wanted a broader approach to...

help me develop the emotional
intelligence

that some gifted kids lack.

It can get lonely.

Is that why you're a policeman?

Because you're frightened by your
own cleverness and of being lonely?

I was never as clever as you.

You were, I can tell.

What makes you think you don't have
to be clever to be a policeman?

Sorry.

Did Elmo say anything to you
when he saw you?

He showed me the news about Andrea
and said, it's all going wrong.

I don't know what he meant.

Why do you think he's dead?

How would I know?

I'm a child.

Here you are.

It's time to go.

This is my mother.
Sergeant James Hathaway, Mrs Suskin.

Hello.

It's an awful thing
to have happened.

Do you know how it did?
Not yet, no.

Bye.

Why would anyone poison Voss?

There's nothing in his background.

He's British originally.
Where from?

Swindon.
I went there once, it was closed.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah.

Oh, that's interesting.

Er, thanks.

Toxicology on Elmo.
Traces of LSD.

I thought LSD was undetectable.

Apparently not. If he was high on
acid, maybe he thought he could fly?

It's not murder,
suicide or free running.

It's just...sad.

Dr Voss's room is through here.
Thank you.

Cheers.

What would he have had
on a regular basis?

Did someone spike his Costa Rican?

No.

Can you see any sugar?

We are looking for white crystals
after all.

No.
Does he eat in college?

Usually, but if it's kitchen staff
or a college waiter,

they'd have to be very clever
with all those people around.

(PHONE RINGS)

'Hey, I'm not here right now
so why not leave a message?'

'Hello, Don, this is Leon Suskin.

Just wanted to have a word with you
about something.

I'm not in Oxford at the moment but
perhaps we could meet tomorrow night

at the Portobello Club between 10:00
and 11:00?'

I'll let his office know that Voss
will still be in hospital.

Has he been ill at all
the last month?

Food poisoning once.

Well, that's what
he thought at the time.

He gave me his coffee.
I only had a few sips.

But the prawns are innocent.

I guess what we're asking, Eileen,

is if you've noticed anyone from Dr
Voss's study group

acting strangely around his coffee?

Putting something in it?
Like arsenic?

It's halfway round Oxford by now.

Students are worse gossips
than anyone.

How difficult would it be
without being spotted?

I don't watch what they do
once I've served them.

And the table is always covered with
books and things.

You never saw any of his group
fetching his coffee themselves?

I always serve it.

It wouldn't be one of the boys
though, would it?

Poison is a woman's weapon.

Is it?

I love the old ways best.

The simple way of poison.

Where we, too, are as strong as men.

One of the Greek tragedies?

Right. Medea.

I played her once at drama school.

Look at me now.

Even if we could establish a motive
it couldn't have been Elmo

cos he wasn't there
when he had the coffee.

What about Zoe Suskin?
What? Why?

Well, it's not normal, is it, being
that clever? It's not average.

There's nothing at all to suggest
she had anything to do with it.

Why was she at the hospital?
She was his only student there.

Maybe she cares about him.

We don't know for sure that it was
the coffee

that gave you the funny turn rather
than the prawns.

It was definitely the coffee.
Gut feeling?

You've been sleeping in the knife
box again, sir.

Knife box, don't remind me.

It's not an anagram, is it?

Ex ink fob?

If knob ex?

Can you pee on demand, Sergeant?

I beg your pardon?

We need a urine sample. It's time you
were tested for arsenic.

Taxi.

Change of plan.

Rickman Road. Suskin Press.

What do you want?

My first wife died
before we could have children.

But Judith gave me Zoe.

And what a gift. What a joy.

I had hoped for more, perhaps a son.
But...

..now I've lost two wives,
because...

..when you discover that a woman
is...

not what you think she is...

But Liam Cullen denies
even having an affair with Judith.

I just don't want to talk about
this. Well, I do, Mr Suskin.

Because your assault on Mr Cullen
suggests to me

that you could have difficulty
controlling your temper.

Just supposing
that on occasion I do...

Then I'd have to wonder
if you were capable

of extreme violence if pushed.

Especially if you feel betrayed.

You threatened to kill Cullen.

You still think
that I killed Andrea.

Was she blackmailing you?

I've already told you, no.

You've already told us that you were
here alone

working at the time she was killed.

Are you in a position
to contradict that?

Are you in a position to confirm it?

No.

Oh, I meant to ask him if they'd
published

anything on early Irish history.

I was reading Elmo's essay last
night

and he refers to a tenth-century
Irish prince called Scian Bosca.

Brian Boru I've heard of
and Mathgamain, but...

Haven't we all?

This treacherous Bosca,
I don't know anything about him.

You see, you don't know everything,
do you?

Is it relevant?
I don't know. Should it be?

Yes.
Why?

Because...just sometimes, James,

do you never think you could be
too clever for your own good?

You jumped down my throat
when I mentioned Zoe Suskin.

That's pure speculation.

It's a detective's job to speculate.

And just because Zoe Suskin is nearly
as clever as you

is no reason to rule her out of
anything!

Argh!

He was stabbed.

No weapon has been found as yet
but we've got shoe prints over here.

Laura.

Ah, Robbie.

First look, I'd say death between
10:00 and 2:00.

Multiple wounds, it's a bit messy,
so I can't yet identify

the type of weapon. Except to say
that it was small.

He still had his wallet, cards and
cash.

Oh, while I think,

Elmo's toxicology showed LSD?

I thought LSD was undetectable.

Well, it is usually. I'll call the
lab and get back to you.

Sir, over here.

What have you got?

This is the best one.

It's big.

It's more like a boot than a shoe.

Thanks.

In the phone message
that he left for Voss,

Leon said he'd be at the Portobello
Club between 10:00 and 11:00,

so they could meet.

I told Suskin's office
that Voss was still in hospital,

but if he didn't get the message,

then he'd have waited till 11:00,
then started walking home.

There's got to be some connection

between this and Andrea de Ritter's
murder.

(SNIFFLES)

Sorry to bother you
at a time like this,

but we need to ask you a few
questions

about your relationship with your
husband.

Do you mind me asking
how you got the bruise?

Um.

I...I slipped...

this morning when I was putting out
the bird food.

I'd like to talk to Zoe,
if that's OK?

Yes.

I'm very sorry, but I have to ask you
about this.

We don't think it was ever sent

but it's from Andrea de Ritter
to your husband.

"Your marriage is a sham, Leon.

You're living a lie, darling.

That knowledge is worth a lot."

I don't know what that means.

It could mean that Leon and Andrea
were having an affair.

That's laughable.

Our marriage was fine.

Absolutely fine, thank you.

I'm really sorry about your dad.

Why should I believe you?
You're a liar.

You told me Don's chances were 70-30

and the doctor had already
told me he didn't know.

That's what they told me, too,

but sometimes you lie
for the best of reasons

Did your dad hit your mum yesterday?

She slipped in the garden this
morning.

Is that true? Sometimes you lie
for the best of reasons.

Don't grow up angry, Zoe.

It takes so much effort to find

your place in the world when you're
angry.

Believe me.

It's not a wound shape I recognise.

Blade could be curved,

possibly serrated.

I'll have to narrow it down a bit.

Oh, and we missed
something in his back pocket.

I'll send it over.

(PHONE RINGS)

The Suskin Press.

Wasn't a happy marriage though,
was it?

If every unhappy wife knifed her
husband...

Only speculating.

Grace Orde's book.

Signed.

Here's a note.

"Who killed Mary?

Chapter 8. Darling."

That is Andrea de Ritter's
handwriting, I think.

She called everyone "darling"
Suskin said.

Carly.

Do you know when this came?

Er...about 5:00.

Monday. Just after Mr Suskin left.

What was Grace Orde
doing here next day?

I don't know.
#It was very short notice.

Are you sure it was London Mr Suskin
went to on Wednesday? Yes.

Not Belfast?
Belfast, no.

OK, thanks.

What?

E-mail confirmation of a return
ticket to Belfast and a hotel.

What is this?

Chapter eight...

"Northern Ireland And The Troubles."

There are some photos
ripped out here.

You've got some reading to do.

Have a look in your copy.
See what those missing photos are.

I'm going to see Liam Cullen.

Leon Suskin was attacked last night.

What? Is he all right?

He's dead.

Are you quite sure it was Judith
Suskin

the two of you were fighting over?

Not Andrea de Ritter?

Yeah. Only it occurs to me
that Andrea

could have been two-timing both of
you with each other.

That would have made you very angry
with her and with him.

Wouldn't it?

It would.

But it didn't happen.

Have you got any sort of connection
with Belfast?

Why?
Have you or haven't you?

It wouldn't take us long to find out.

Between '84 and '87,
I worked for a law firm,

Peters and McNally, as a solicitor's
clerk. So what?

Why did you leave Belfast?

Because I thought I might make my
fortune over here. So far so good.

What time was Leon killed?

Just after 11:00.

I was here till 2:00. Ask the staff.

Does the word "knifebox"
mean anything to you?

Yeah.

It's a box you put knives into.

What?

Where are these staff
that were here with you?

Through here.

You should come in when we've
a band on. It's a good craic.

Yeah, the staff confirm his alibi,

but run a background check on him,
will you?

'See if he was up to anything
when he worked in Belfast.

He didn't want me to know at first.'

How are you getting on?

I spoke to Leon's hotel in Belfast,

and they ordered a taxi to take him
to Queen's University.

Queen's said he wanted to take a
look at old yearbooks

but the archivist is not there
so she'll call me back.

What about this chapter eight
and the missing page?

'Picture of a young girl.'

Hobson sent me over what she found
in Suskin's pocket.

Another picture, same girl.

Zoe, you should be at home.

Dad's dead.

And there's nothing
I can do for him.

Don's ill.

Zoe, go.

I told her, but she wouldn't.

I'm very sorry...

for your loss,

Mrs Suskin.

Thank you.

I...

I know this isn't the moment,

but I must say, I think it's
completely inappropriate

that a tutor should give any student
jewellery, let alone a 15-year-old.

Mum!
Zoe, go.

Chapter eight covers Grace's career
in Northern Ireland

when she ran double agents
inside the IRA.

The girl is Mary Keane.

She was born in England to Irish
parents

and went on to study politics

at Queen's University, Belfast, in
1986.

She was a Republican sympathiser

who became the girlfriend
of a prominent IRA commander.

And the boyfriend
was Grace Orde's number-one enemy,

because he was the IRA's top man

at interrogating,
IE torturing informers.

Did she give his name?
No.

The nasty bit is that there was a
power struggle

going on in the Belfast IRA at the
time

and because Mary was English born

she was accused of being an
informant by her boyfriend's rival.

So he is given a choice.

He's to interrogate and execute her

or they're gonna do it for him.

And so he does.

He sacrifices her for the cause
and his place in it.

Who killed Mary?

Why would Andrea de Ritter
send this to Leon Suskin?

Someone's tried to clear her search
history and not done a good job.

Andrea had been trying to dig up
stuff on Mary Keane.

Elmo said to Zoe,
"It's all going wrong."

Maybe they were both
digging up secrets,

Andrea and Elmo.

I mean, he was kicked out of that
talk for shouting at Grace Orde.

Or maybe the acid
was just kicking in.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hathaway, yeah.

Thanks for calling.
Archivist, Queen's.

'Your Mr Suskin's run off with
our copy of the yearbook for 1987.'

Look, I need to get hold of a photo
from that yearbook,

a politics student, Mary Keane.

'Can you tell me what
it's in connection with?'

Murder inquiry.
So anything you can do...

'I'll see if I can sniff out another
copy somewhere

and fax you the picture.'
That's kind, thank you. Bye.

1987.

Mary Keane would be what, 20?

Sir.

Outside the Portobello Club.

Leon Suskin arrives
on the dot at 10:00.

Ten seconds later, a motorbike
pulls up and waits until he leaves.

It's too dark to get the reg
or to ID the rider.

Suskin leaves at 11:00.

The bike pulls out.

It's following him.

Yeah, it's following him.

Thanks, Madge.

Is Grace Order in MI5 again?
I thought she'd retired.

Do ex-heads of MI5 ever retire?

Dunno.
Your guess is as good as mine.

Is it? It was an approach. I knew
I shouldn't have mentioned it.

If we're up against the secret state,
they don't fight fair.

What,
actually in the antenatal class?

Never!

(CHUCKLES)

Hang on a minute, love.

Just thought I'd let you know about
Elmo and the toxicology report.

Is it very complicated?

I can make it not so.

The lab detected LSD because
it was a brain burner of a dose.

Absolutely massive.

If he hadn't jumped he'd have been
psychotic for the rest of his life.

Could he have taken
that amount by accident?

It's possible, but if anybody
had a motive to destroy his mind,

I'd assume the worst.

Yeah, I'm still her, love.

It's our Lyn.

Give her my love.
Yeah...

Sorry, love?

I'll go.

No. Laura.

No, no, no, just work.

Uh-hmm.

And how's the morning sickness?

Why did you meet with Leon Suskin?

Publishers and authors
have meetings.

We think he wanted to know about a
murdered student called Mary Keane.

As did...

As did a woman
called Andrea de Ritter

who was also murdered.

And her boyfriend was drugged
and fell to his death the next day.

How thorough you are.

Why would all these people be
interested

in a victim of the Troubles from 20
years ago?

Leon tore her picture out of your
book and flew straight to Belfast.

Really?
Yeah.

You had a book signing
in Oxford on Monday.

By Thursday, three people I can
directly link to your book

have died, and a man with links to
all three of them is poisoned.

Oh, dear. I shall have to think
twice about writing a sequel.

What are you doing?

Is this your driver's?
Yes.

You've only just missed him.

I sent him for some groceries
in the car when he arrived.

Do you know
where he was Thursday night?

At home in Oxford, I imagine.

Thanks.

In your book, you say Mary Keane
was murdered by an IRA commander.

It was ghastly. The girl was
innocent of what she was accused of.

She was a loyal,
if naive, Republican.

What was her killer's name?

He had a family who are still alive.

They deserve to be left in peace.

He's dead, then? I knew you were
bright the first time I saw you.

You should look for more mundane
reasons for your murders.

It's usually sex or money, isn't it?

(ENGINE WHIRS)

The bike's engine is stone cold.

He hadn't just arrived.

Overnight, then.

I'll see what CCTV footage we've got
of Suskin the day he was killed.

Outside his office,
the station when he got back.

See if that bike shows up.

I knew you were bright
the first time I saw you, too.

(PHONE RINGS)
Hathaway.

Thanks.

The Belfast law firm where Cullen
worked

acted for suspected IRA members. One
of the partners was even convicted

for harbouring an IRA gunman. Shall
we bring Cullen in for questioning?

The Chief Constable, please.

Dame Grace Orde.

Do you have any idea how you
could have been poisoned?

I'd go for someone in the history
faculty.

I'm hated by the social
historiographers.

This is serious. Leon Suskin was
murdered while you were in hospital.

Yeah, I know.

Zoe told me.

She came to see you
rather than being with her mother?

Yeah. I mean, her mother
wasn't very happy about it.

I'm investigating the possibility
of a connection

between Suskin's killing
and the attempt on your life.

Like what?
I only knew Leon through Zoe.

Might be an idea to have protection.

A cop on the landing?

I can look after myself.

I've had to, some of
the neighbourhoods I've lived in.

It's your choice.

Grace Orde has the ear
of the Chief Constable.

I don't care what bits of him
she's got, ma'am.

There's CCTV of her driver watching
Leon Suskin leaves Oxford Station

and he's ex-Special Branch.

Tread carefully, then.

I'd really like your support in this,
ma'am.

And...

you have it, within bounds.

That's all.

Oh, and Hathaway has tested positive.

Sorry?
For arsenic.

Sir, could you take a look at this?

No comment.

Mrs Norman...

Eileen...

we found arsenic in your handbag.

Do you understand
how serious this is?

No comment.

I'm showing the suspect a newspaper
cutting

which was found in her possession.

This is the man we believe you
to have been poisoning,

Donald Voss.

Is that why you came to Oxford two
months ago to track him down?

Why have you got a picture of him?

No further comment.

Interview suspended

until I find out who you really are,
Eileen.

Your previous employers,
the Belfast law firm,

they did a lot of work
for the Republican cause.

Somebody has to defend the boys.

It's not over yet, you know.

Were you ever in the IRA, Liam?
No comment.

On another matter,

are you having an affair
with Judith Suskin?

Judith Suskin is a friend.
What about the texts you sent her?

Flirtation.

Sometimes they say no,
when they mean yes.

"They" being women?

She had a black eye for those texts.

I got a torn shirt.

Have you ever heard of

a tenth-century Irish prince called
Scian Bosca?

A prince?

"Scian" is the Gaelic for "knife".

"Bosca?"

Box?

Even the way you say it.

Idiot.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(FOOTSTEPS PAUSE)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

'Any ideas on the Suskin murder
weapon yet?'

There's quite a selection.

It's taken a little while
but I think I'm there.

Just find somebody...

who likes cheese.

Thanks.

Why Cullen left Belfast.

No, I'll go.

They're still digging
on Eileen Norman.

How long have we got her for?
Plenty of time yet.

You're bailed, Mr Cullen.

About time. Why?

Because I've got better things to do
just now

than concern myself with a common or
garden,

hopefully harmless stalker.

You've been stalking Judith Suskin.

Stalking?

It was just flirtation.

Like it was with the secretary
in your Belfast law firm

whose father turned out
to be one of the boys.

Which is why you got out of Belfast
so quick.

You'd have faced some very rough
justice indeed.

Well, when you're not so busy,

you're welcome for a drink
at the Fiddler's. On the house.

(DOOR CLANGS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Eileen Norman's maiden name
is Keane.

She's Mary's aunt.
Eh?

Eileen Norman is Mary Keane's aunt?

Well, then...

her poisoning Voss only makes
any sort of sense

if she's avenging Mary's murder

and if Voss is the IRA man
who killed her.

No, Grace Orde said he was dead.

No, no, no. When you assumed that,

she just said,
"I knew you were bright."

But then why would he kill Leon?

Voss would have killed him if Leon
had discovered his true identity.

How did Voss get out of the hospital,
kill Leon and get back in,

without anyone knowing? In his state.

Maybe he was pretending to recover
more slowly than he actually was.

First things first.

Let's find out
if we're right about Voss.

Jean Innocent has come up trumps,

so this time I won't be fobbed off
by Amazing Grace.

You see if Voss
could have left the hospital.

I want to know the name
of Mary Keane's killer!

It's an official secret.

And you have an unofficial secret.

I beg your pardon?

My superintendent has contacts.

Your husband spends the week at the
London house

while you play Mrs Tiggy-Winkle
out here.

Leave, Inspector, now!

No. Your driver, Ronald Marsden
of 71 Charter Court, Oxford,

spends most week nights here.

Not only that,

but I have a boot print that places
him within spitting distance

of where Leon Suskin was murdered.

He was too late.

Suskin was already dead.

You say!

I don't want to put your private life
in the spotlight,

or drag your Ronnie
into a murder inquiry,

but if I have to, I have to.

Now, who killed Mary Keane?

NURSE:
Here's Donald Voss's care record.

Afternoon, wakefulness,
some improvement.

Nil by mouth.
Later ordered a glass of milk

and a cheese platter.

That was for his visitor, Zoe.

Conlan Doheny was a brilliant
student

from a working-class Republican
background in Londonderry.

He joined the IRA
and rose to the top.

He had personally exposed
and executed three of our people.

So when we learned that he'd fallen
in a big way for Mary Keane,

we made her our...unwilling recruit.

How?

Pressures were applied.

Especially
to the Irish side of her family.

And she brought Conlan to us.

So we now had our own man
on the inside

responsible for interrogating
and executing informers.

Except now, of course,

it was loyal IRA men
getting the bullet instead.

Of course.

Why would he do it?

For love of the first woman he ever
lost his heart to?

But after two years,

he fell under suspicion

and we had to get him out.

Complete with a false identity.

Donald Voss.

Even after he'd killed Mary?

We got her out, too.

The killing was staged.

Mary Keane is still alive.

Donald Voss

is Conlan Doheny. Codename Knifebox.

How would Elmo know that?

"I heard two lovers late at night
talking of love and death and life."

He overheard something.

And he tells Andrea and she sees
an opportunity for blackmail.

And Elmo couldn't resist putting
Scian Bosca

into his essay just to wind Voss up.

'It got him killed
as well as Andrea.'

But overheard who?

'Voss and Mary? Who's Mary?'

Keep up, you're the bright kid.

Picture from Belfast.

I'm on my way.

But why France?

It'll do us good
to get away for a couple of days.

Who was that text from?

Go to your room now and make sure
that you've got everything.

And take that off.

Why?
Don't argue.

(SIREN)

♪ Oh, we're all off to Dublin
in the green, in the green

♪ With our helmets
glistening in the sun

♪ Where the bayonets flash and the...

Why didn't you answer my text?
Zoe, stay upstairs!

How could you have killed
my husband?

It was you who told me he'd worked it
all out and given you a walloping.

He's the father of my child.

Why did you give it to her?

It was the closest
I could get to you.

The one little bit of Mary Keane
I kept with me all these years.

The one little bit of you.

I've got two passports.
We can start all over again.

Is that why you came to Oxford? It
was fate. You can't run from fate.

They were other lives.

They've gone now.

I'm not coming back to you.

(IRISH ACCENT NOW) Oh, Mary,

Mary, my love.

Yes, you are.

She's in the garden with Don.
He's got a gun.

Stay there!

Will you not fly away with me?

I love you!
We're different people now.

I gave up everything for you.

I betrayed a cause I believed in.

I left my country, my friends,
my family.

So come with me.

No!

(COCKS GUN)

So I'll do now what I was meant to do
back then.

Only this time, you first.

Then me.

Queen's University.

Belfast.

Class of 1986.

Leon recognised you both.

Will you look at us, Mary?

There's me fancying myself
as Che Guevara.

And you...

heartbreakingly perfect.

Where did Leon get
the photo of you as a child, Mary?

The one he compared to the photo
in Grace Orde's book?

Leon...

he found it when we first met.

It was my only little bit of Mary.

You slipped Elmo the LSD when he
came to discuss his essay.

Shut up.

You're more like a captain
than a sergeant.

Captain Hathaway!

Royal Regiment
of Toffee-Nosed English Prats!

If he's a captain,

I'm an NCO!

I'm no toffee-nosed prat, Conlan.

So now there's two of us.

And that's just for starters.

(SIREN IN THE DISTANCE)

Give me the gun.

My darling boy.

(SIREN APPROACHES)

I love you, Mary.

(WHIMPERS)

We've got Conlan Doheny, Eileen.

My way would have been better.

He killed my niece, my Mary.

But he still lives.

Mary was like a daughter to me.

Mary?

You're rubbish.

I told you,
I was never as clever as you.

That's advanced science.
Erica Penlan.

I'll look into it.
Thank you.

Listen, sorry about last night.

But if you're free now...
James and me will be doing something.

I've got a better idea.

Come over next Friday.

What, to your place? No, I was
thinking more the mortuary.

I'll cook.

I'll bring a bottle.

Of course the correct term
for a codename is a cryptonym.

Who told you that? MI5?

Zoe.

Were you really talent spotted?

What, by MI5?

They even got me to sign something.
But I changed my mind.

How did you get away with it?

I used invisible ink.

Drink, sir?

Mine's a pint.

Shaken, not stirred.

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