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As you are
no doubt aware,

even in this exalted realm
of ours,

miscarriages of justice can
and do occur.

Can anyone give me
the primary cause?

Enlighten us.

Oh, uh, sorry, I've forgotten.

Ah, a witticism.

The primary cause
of miscarriages of justice

is faulty recall...

hence the joke.

Eyewitnesses failing to remember
what they have seen,

seeing what they expect to see,

hearing what they expect
to hear.

Memory is not static.

It is a dynamic,
creative process.

It has the power to soothe.

It has the power to terrify.

Socrates regarded memory...

as a wax imprint on the mind.

This view persisted until 1929,

when, at this very university,
Frederick Bartlett...

demonstrated how memories
were changed...

...and in some cases,
completely transformed

on each remembering.

If you'll excuse me.

Morning.

Morning.

Mr. Lewis,

glad to have you back on board.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Miss McQueen.

Ophelia, please.

Help yourself to welcome drinks.

Hm, thank you.

The rest of your party?

Vicky and Byram.

Byram's gym
membership's not going to waste.

I'll freshen up.

I was sorry to hear about
your mother.

She's right here.

We're in number six.

Okay, number six.

...sake Ophelia.

Always about you,
isn't it?

You and your friends,
your mother,

and I never get anything back,
and I feel exhausted...

She's started early.

Listen, it's probably none of
my business, at all.

You and Ophelia, you okay?

Well, she has her moments.

That's the problem.

Your mum's ashes?

Ophelia's like, why do we have
to scatter them at sea?

Just bin them.

And it's not like
she's gonna care.

Yeah, yeah.

I can't believe
you've done that.

I cannot believe
you've done that. Oh, my gosh.

Will you come in with me?

Come in?

Sh... she's not gonna yell at me
if you're there.

Ophelia?

Ophelia?

She's been sick.

No wonder.

...and we think she's had

a bit to drink.

Vicky's tried the cabins
on that side.

We'll find her.

Take over, please.

Uh, sorry
to bother you, guys,

I don't suppose you've seen
a woman...

She's been in there.

Can smell her perfume.

I'm sorry to bother you,
we're looking for a young woman.

Red hair, about this height.

No, I didn't see her.

Sorry to wake you.

We've lost somebody.

White dress, red hair.

Uh, I saw someone go onto
the upper deck.

Red hair,
but I didn't notice her dress.

Ophelia!

Ophelia!

Ophelia!

Ophelia!

Ophelia!

How's your mother enjoying
her world tour?

Yesterday, she visited
the Sagrada Familia.

Chintzy and garish, apparently.

Tomorrow, she will be
passing judgment

on the Sistine Chapel.

Oh, bless you.

Let's talk about
these intrusive thoughts

you've been experiencing.

Six months since
DI Donckers died.

Six months since
you last helped the police.

Losing, of course,

any attendant
therapeutic benefits.

Any sign that these thoughts
are beginning to recede?

Quite the opposite.

Until today, they were mainly
precipitated by requests

from DS Winters,

DCI Goswami.

Until today?

I was delivering a lecture
on memory, of all things,

uh, when... quite unexpectedly...

I'm so sorry, can we please
change the subject?

Jasper...

I was wondering about the...

- Your curtain is moving.
- Sorry?

Your curtain is moving.

that's the Home Secretary.

Did I not mention
my allergy to felines?

Also, if I may,
the Home Secretary?

Homey.

I'll transfer him to the
Foreign Office.

- Yes, please.
- Good boy.

Yes, I was...

I was wondering about
the dual benefits of music.

The distraction
of a physical activity.

Well, it, it needn't be a long,
laborious learning process.

An instrument I can just
pick up and play?

It can liberate you
from thinking.

I do not wish to appear
obstructive, but at the moment,

I can find no joy in music.

Everything is, uh, out of tune.

Bless you.

Hi.

Hi.

So, who's missing?

Ophelia McQueen, 24 years old.

She was on board with
her boyfriend of six months,

JC Lewis. Two friends,
Vicky and Byram Stafford.

- JC?
- John.

He goes by JC.

So, his mother recently died,
left him a wad.

She used to go with him
on his trips,

and yesterday was supposed to be
a 'scatter the ashes' farewell.

'Scatter the ashes' farewell?

And what does this
Ophelia McQueen do?

Influencer.

One question.

Why are we here?

- Oh.
- Our stats are flatlining.

Paul retired like
two months ago.

You're getting it in the neck
from the Deputy Chief.

I know, but the missing person
lives in our catchment area.

So...

When's our new DI start?

About that.

The powers above have decided

that a newly probationed DC
is all we need.

So, talking of health, if you...

I think the university stopped
giving The Prof my messages.

Ophelia loved these trips.

She was in high spirits
when we arrived.

You, um, welcomed them
on board.

How... how did they seem?

Were they happy?

Seemed to me she had
a thing for JC's friend.

We were passing
their cabin.

Ophelia was giving JC a earful.

About what?

She was jealous of JC's mother.

Despite her being dead?

Well, JC and his mother
were close.

Close?

How would you describe it?

She had him like that.

He invited her on our trips
'cause he was scared of her.

She wrote books about childcare.

She was the first
let-the-baby-cry guru.

Tell them, you've known him
a lot longer than I have.

I've known JC since
we were kids.

Summer days,
we were out playing,

he's at his bedroom window,
locked up for being naughty,

nine, ten years old.

I saw her heading to
the upper deck.

And you're with...?

Uh, just me.

Um, I'm supposed to be
meeting friends in Amsterdam.

Not now, obviously.

And did you see
Ophelia before her...

disappearance?

Yeah.

How did she seem?

Shut the door, I'm half naked.

Not happy.

The last person to talk to her
would have been the barman.

Yeah, he took
champagne to her cabin.

She was just out of the shower.

Just, uh, leave it there.

Is that her?

Yeah, that's her.

I called the RNLI
and notified the Coast Guard.

That was your
immediate response?

Given the rough sea
and the fact that

the passenger had drunk
a bottle of champagne.

If she's leaning over
the guardrail to be sick...

She's gone overboard?

I'm afraid so.

An experience
of death, for some people,

opens up the potential
for change.

A, a shift towards
a more authentic self.

You don't believe that a death
can be transformational?

Your subtext is showing.

Is it?

These intrusive thoughts

are merely symptoms
of my resistance to change.

If I remove the gloves,
they will magically evaporate.

But before DI Donckers died,

you'd achieved the breakthrough
that we'd been working towards.

- We?
- Now, any breakthrough

inevitably comes freighted
with uncertainty.

You'd removed
the gloves.

But before you had time to be
comfortable in that position,

a tragedy occurred.

So, the gloves went back on,

and you were back in control.

Except, of course, you weren't.

And maybe
these intrusive thoughts

are a measure
of your refusal to accept, or...

or therefore deal with,
the guilt you feel about Lisa.

I'm so sorry,
I must go.

Oh... no, we've got five minutes.

The air is full of cat mites.

They are riding moats of dust
like microscopic Valkyrie.

The whole place
needs an immediate

and intense fumigation.

Jasper,
Jasper, Jasper.

Hello, Margo, I,

I see I've missed two calls.

Helena,
Ophelia is missing.

Are you okay?

Her boyfriend called,

and he said
she'd fallen overboard and

I don't know what to do.

Come on.

You piece of...

Uh, DC Highsmith?

Ma'am.

Uh, sorry,

I was just adjusting it.

DCI Goswami, this is DS Winters.

We'll be working
closely together.

It's weird, this,
isn't it, just...

being at work
and not in uniform.

For me. Probably not,
probably not for you.

I made, I made brownies.

You only get the one chance
at a first impression.

You've certainly done that.

Why don't you bring DC Highsmith
up to speed on today,

and we can reconvene
in an hour, yeah?

I know you will not forget her.

Who is it?

Who's there?

Jasper.

My lord, look at you.

I won't come out, I'm in
the absolute nuddy.

Where does your mother
keep her towels?

- Um...
- Oh, no, no, don't worry.

I'll find them.

I never could

get into Adelaide's clothes.

She's so much taller,
much bigger tits.

Aunt!

Oh, Jasper,

it's so lovely
to see you.

Aunt Zelda,
I do not wish to be rude, but...

Jasper, darling,
you're always rude.

It's so sweet.

Why are you here?

Your mother got in touch.

Wasn't convinced that
between you and the dog walker,

Kafka's emotional needs
were being met.

No, no, don't look at these.

Publishers talking about
a retrospective.

I mean, honestly...

do I look like someone who's
ready to be set in aspic?

Don't answer that.

Well...

how's the old gang?

I was not aware that there was
a gang, uh, regardless of age.

How's Wilfred?

The dean?

He's, um...

he's the dean.

Our priority is
to just make sure

we're ticking all the boxes.

That's good.
- Yeah.

DC Highsmith?

Okay, um, in the file it's
listed as an accidental death,

but...

I don't know.

Surely it's a suspicious death.

Why?

Well, Ophelia, the woman
who's been pushed overboard,

she's arguing
with her boyfriend.

She's embarrassing him
in front of his friends,

like all those kind of people.

Mm, those kind of people?

Well, you know, like, um...

like luxury yacht people.

Everything's about appearance.

JC has paid
for this whole thing,

and it is meant to be about
commemorating his mum.

But Ophelia? No, she wants to
make the whole thing about her.

And believe me, I have known
plenty of people like that.

There was this one girl
I went to uni with,

and I swear to God,
every single...

that's not important. Um...

Look, there's just a lot of
tense vibes.

That's what I'm getting.

I...look, I think she's
been pushed.

Sorry, um...

Yeah, uh, I've had a lot of
caffeine today.

The coffees here are...

really strong.

I had no idea.

I think you've made
a lot of good points there.

Really good. Would you
write them up for me, please?

- Yeah.
- Thank you, that's great.

Tense vibes.

You've got to take her to meet

Ophelia McQueen's parents.

Thanks.

One more thing.

That office has been left empty
long enough.

That's a DI's office.

I know, but Chloe needs
somebody to look up to.

She needs to learn from you,

and that office
is all part of it.

Have a brownie.

Should I call them
Mr. and Mrs. McQueen,

or Margo and Chris?

You're not calling them
anything, alright?

I'll do the talking.

I've done this before.

Yeah?

Four...

five times?

In uniform.

I li... I like to be thrown in
at the deep end.

Well this isn't
a straightforward notification

of death.
- I know.

I've got this.

Okay.

Just speak slowly.

And try to avoid phrases like
'thrown in at the deep end'.

Um, good afternoon. I'm...

DC Highsmith, and this is...

DS...
- DS Winters.

Winters.

Um, please could you
confirm for me your name,

and is English
your first language?

What's happened?

Could you confirm
your name for me?

Um, I...I'm Margo McQueen.

I've, I've been trying
to get information.

I'm afraid that
I have got some ba...

...sorry, um, bad news.
I'm sorry.

Uh, uh, Ophelia's boyfriend
called, and he said that...

I'm sorry, excuse me.
Sorry, um...

He said that, um, she...

that she'd, uh, gone overboard.

Tell me it's not true.

I'm extremely sorry,
Mrs. McQueen. That's correct.

Your daughter is, um...

No.

She's presumed to have
fallen overboard last night.

Oh, God. Oh.

I'm so sorry. Is there anyone
I can call to be with you?

Sorry.

Look, I know the manual says ask

if English is
their first language, but...

come on,
like a bit of common sense.

Was that your first?

- Yeah.
- Well, don't lie to me again.

I won't, I...

I swear.

Dan?

How was that?

A learning experience.

So, forensics have unlocked
Ophelia McQueen's phone.

You were right,
suspicious death.

You can read
the exchanges later,

but the headline is Ophelia and
Byram were having an affair,

and Ophelia chose last night to
break the news to Byram's wife.

Let's question them again.

Byram and Vicky were incredibly
supportive when my mother died.

Er...

It was their idea to scatter
her ashes.

Who paid for the trip?

I did.

My mother left me some money.

Her car, her farmhouse.

So, you and JC
spend around

two hours in the bar.

At the start of the evening,
you went to his cabin.

I knocked, and JC came to
the door.

Ophelia's lost her mind.

Shut the door, I'm half naked.

- So, you saw her around nine?
- Yeah.

How long had you two
been together?

Six months.

Before Ophelia's disappearance,

she was embroiled in quite
a heated exchange with you.

She was drunk.

What was it about?

Our trip was supposed to be
about JC

commemorating his mother,
and, well...

Ophelia can pick her moments.

For what?

To let me know she and my
husband were having an affair.

Now, why didn't you
tell us about that earlier?

Byram and I,
we thought it'd be better,

spare JC's feelings.

Was it
an open relationship?

No.

Ophelia's quite old-fashioned
in that respect.

But you fought?

No more than usual.

We loved each other.

Two months ago.

You went to
her cabin.

No.

Go away.

Open the door.

Ophelia!
-You were seen

by a member of staff.

Open the door.

Go away.

I didn't go in.

What?

I threw her overboard?

Ophelia?

I only wanted to talk to her.

Right, and, uh, and say what?

I wanted to know
who initiated it.

In the bar,
you received

increasingly angry messages
from your wife.

The last one reads,

"I need to talk to you now."

So, what did you talk about?

Nothing.
I mean, I never left the bar.

The bar is equipped with CCTV.

You were gone for nine minutes.

I stepped out to call Vicky.

Byram, you didn't make any call.

I was trying to figure out
what I was going to say.

And then I bottled it.

For nine minutes?

Yeah.

When Byram came back
to the bar, how did he seem?

Did his manner change?

I just thought he was tired.

When you left the bar
for the second time,

you discovered that Ophelia,
the source of all your problems,

has disappeared.

What are you saying?

Wilfred.

Zelda.

Did... did Jasper tell you
I was here?

No, I...I had no idea.

I'm under strict instructions.

Adelaide's plants.

How long's it been?

I'm sorry?

I'm trying to work out
the last time we spoke.

Was it Freddy's funeral?

No.

I don't seem to have much luck
with husbands.

Don't you?

Lucky to find them,
unlucky to lose them.

You would have saved me
a lot of heartache.

You're watering your shoes.

Oh, goodness.

Here.

Is The Delight still open?

Uh, it's a fancy restaurant now.

Shall we meet?

Sample the cocktails?

I don't really drink.

Mocktails, then.

Wilfred, I'd love to find out
what you've been up to.

I don't think I've ever sampled
a mocktail.

Miss Snares, brownies.

For you.

Oh, my.

Just, um...

just to say thanks
for years of help.

Is The Professor in?

He's at lunch.

- I'll go in and wait.
- Oh, no, you won't.

I'm unbribable.

How is he?

Ah, you always said he got
so much out of working with us.

He did seem happier.

And healthier.

I wasn't here.

Leave the brownies.

How long do we give them?

Give them?

Give them for what?

Well, it appears
I've been stood up.

Ah. And you think
I'd know something about that?

No... oh good lord no,
good grief.

No, that'd be
very ungentlemanly of me.

May I buy you a drink, please?

By way of apology.

Okay.

Why not?

I'll have a vodka martini.

Very cold, very dry...

very full.

Do you know?
I've never had one of those.

Why don't you join me?

Yes.

Peter.

Zelda.

Please sit.

How did you get in?

I waited till Miss Snares left.

I am far too busy.

Well, you won't answer
any of my calls,

so what am I supposed to do?

We have a woman overboard.

She's presumed dead,

although we haven't found
her body yet.

We believe she was murdered.

Professor?

You should not be in here.
Please leave.

I fail to understand what
a woman falling off a yacht

has to do with me... or you.

Ophelia's mother and I are
trustees of the same charity.

And she feels that the police
are withholding information.

So, if you could possibly go
and talk to them and

see if you can find...
- This is a ruse.

A ruse?
What are you talking about?

What you have described to me
is an accidental death.

While your therapeutic goal to
involve me in police work

is laudable,

the method by which you seek
to obtain it is crude.

Oh, my God, does anything ever
happen that's not about you?

I'm... I'm watching my friend,
who is a good, kind woman,

go through torture.

She doesn't know if
her daughter fell overboard,

if she was murdered,
if she killed herself.

She doesn't know for sure
if she's actually dead.

Jasper, please.

I'm asking you a favor.

There's no
therapeutic intention here.

Goodbye.

Professor!

I require immediate access

to the interviews
you carried out

in relation to the
Ophelia McQueen investigation.

Hello, how are you? I'm fine.

Did DS Winters
request your help?

I need to view the tapes alone.

Without being disturbed.

I didn't think you could get
much stranger.

And yet here we are.

Right.

I saw her heading
to the upper deck.

-And you're with...?
- Just me.

I was supposed to be
meeting friends in Amsterdam.

Not now, obviously.

She's been in there.
I can smell her perfume.

Byram and Vicky were
incredibly supportive

when my mother died.

And who paid
for the trip?

I did.

My mother left me
some money. Er...

Her car, her farmhouse.

Shut the door,
I'm half naked!

Is that her?

Just, uh,
leave it there.

Yeah, that's her.

Was it
an open relationship?

No.

Miss McQueen.

Ophelia, please.

Ophelia's quite
old-fashioned in that respect.

She was jealous
of JC's mother.

Despite her
being dead?

Well, JC and his mother
were close.

Close?

How would you
describe it?

She had him like that.

She wrote books
about childcare.

She was the first
let-the-baby-cry guru.

Have you just had some
good news?

Oh, heavens, no.

But while I do not entirely hold
with the philosophy

of antinatalism,

I do have a smidgen of sympathy
for those

for whom the very notion
of procreation

is ill-conceived.

There is a joke there.

I have of late,

as a way of dispersing
dark clouds of sorrow,

been experimenting with humor.

Have you got news?

I need to borrow your car.

You don't drive.

I also need to borrow you,

as the licensed operator
and legal owner.

But why, why, why do you w...
sorry, what...?

Look, actually, can we not
do this on the doorstep?

Time is,

as they say, of the essence.

I would rather explain
our predicament as we drive.

Drive where?

I've got a client in 10 minutes.

Ophelia McQueen
was not murdered.

She is not dead.
She was never on the yacht.

What?

But her friends all saw her.

And her mother told me at length
what happened...

Her mother was not there.

Her friends saw her
from a distance.

No.

This is nonsense.

Somebody saw her throw a...a...

a glass at her boyfriend.

Shut the door, I'm half naked!

Byram Stafford glimpsed a woman

he assumed was Ophelia.

He heard a glass smash.

Vicky could smell her perfume.

...can smell her perfume.

Are you identifying a pattern?

Vicky talked with her.

No, they did not talk.

They exchanged text messages.

In all of the interviews,
there is not one

positive sighting of Ophelia
from anyone who knew her well.

What about her boyfriend?

I believe he has her
locked away.

When he talked about her,
he spoke in the present tense.

Ophelia is quite old-fashioned
in that respect.

Which is what
people do when they're in grief.

Jasper, have you talked
to the police about any of this?

No. If we inform the police,

they will bring JC
in for questioning,

and he will become aware
of their suspicions.

He will then avoid the place
where Ophelia is incarcerated,

and she will starve to death.

But we, we have to ke... keep
watch until he leads us to her.

This is insane.

Do you want to save
your friend's daughter?

Hang on.

Byram told Margo that he and
Ophelia had Buck's Fizz

when they arrived.

And they saw a cormorant.

Memory is a creative process.

Byram has conjured up
a previous visit.

Jasper...

without wanting to engage in
ad hoc diagnosis,

this sounds very much to me
like a deflected rescue fantasy.

I hesitate to say it,

but there was another
young woman in danger

who you couldn't save.
- No.

No, this has
nothing to do with...

Ramona Stubbs
checked onto the yacht

under her own name
then left unobserved

so that she could return
as Ophelia McQueen.

Miss McQueen.

Ophelia, please.

We need to talk to DCI Goswami.

No. I'm wasting time.

They call this a stakeout.

Is this your first?

My second.

First time,

I caught my boyfriend

leaving Eleanor Swan's flat
at three in the morning.

How did he explain that?

He claimed they were having sex.

Talking of
less than ideal boyfriends,

how sure are you that this JC

has got his girlfriend
locked up?

If Ophelia McQueen
was not on the yacht,

then where is she?

The only person capable of
engineering the illusion is JC,

who, having spent the long
summer days of childhood

locked away,

is now enacting
a fantasy of control.

Only this time,
he is the one in charge.

Sorry... got distracted
when you said yacht.

The eagle has landed.

Uh, the eagle appears
to have driven off.

I can see that.

There's a knack to this.

Yes.

Ophelia's attracting a lot of
media interest out there.

Yeah, yeah,
I saw a few out front.

Well, if you do engage,

we've got a squad of ships and
drones all out looking for her.

Right. And, uh,
and if I don't engage...?

It's up to you.

DS Winters?

Uh, yeah?

Um, there's a Dr. Goldberg
on the phone,

says it's urgent.

Okay.

Hello.

What are you doing?

Get back in the car.

Ophelia?

Ophelia?

Who is it?

I've come to take you to safety.

What is the code?

He's upstairs.

He'll kill us both.

I am a criminologist.

His primary need is to control,
not to kill.

He is on the move.

What is the code?

I have no idea.

What are you doing?

The patina on the keys
reveals the numbers he used,

but not their order.

Nine, two, ten.

We should perhaps make haste.

This way.

I have a car, take us to safety.

Stop.

Put your hands up.

Up!

We're going back inside.

If I go in there
I'm never coming out again.

- In!
- I'd rather die out here.

So, if I kill him,
that's on you then?

I don't know what you want.

He's got them both.

The Professor
and the young woman.

He's got them at gunpoint.

Okay, get her to safety.
When you're out of range,

call for backup.
- Sir...

Now.

We're going back inside.

JC, when your mother died...

rules and morals.

Don't talk about my mother.

Put it down.

- Stay where you are.
- There's gonna be a dozen

squad cars here in two minutes.
Put the gun down.

- DS Winters.
- What are you gonna do, JC?

Are you gonna shoot everyone?
- Stay there!

JC, you are not a killer.

You want to test that?

- I understand why you took...
- Shut up.

Shut up.

You're looking at 12 months
for kidnap, alright?

You don't want to spend
the rest of your life in prison.

Six months, then this?

How did you know to come here?

Dr. Goldberg did
what you should have done.

Dan, look, I'm so sorry
about that and I'm so...

Get an ambulance here.

Get Ophelia checked over.
Make sure she's okay.

Arrange for her to make
a statement.

Thanks.

Are you okay? Are you alright?

Come along.

I've spoken
to DC Highsmith.

Brand new to this department
she is, brand new.

And this is the example we set.

I've already lost one young
officer in the line of duty.

And I refuse...

to experience that again.

I assured
Detective Sergeant Winters

that JC Lewis wouldn't have
pulled the trigger.

I can speak for myself.

Thank you, Professor.

DC Highsmith said
You were brave.

Don't worry, I put her right.

But what worries me, Dan,

is your blatant disregard
for your own safety.

The Professor got us into
a situation,

and I had to take
appropriate action.

Did you know that the woman
who killed Lisa

is getting sentenced tomorrow?

No.

The CPS thinks she'll get life.

I think you should take
the day off.

Go along.

It might bring you some closure.

No, I've got too much work on.

Uniform have
brought Ramona Stubbs in.

She's admitted that she was
paid off by Lewis

to impersonate his girlfriend.

But she claims she has
no idea why.

Okay, I'll, uh, I'll speak to
the McQueens.

Great, thanks.

Ma'am?

Yes?

I think I might be better suited
to being in uniform.

Well,
yes, you've...

got a few things wrong.

But you got
a lot of things right.

And you just feel bad
because you're smart.

Smart people worry more
about their mistakes.

I know it's hard.

But you'll learn faster.

Trust me.

Hey.

One more call-out.

- Yeah.
- Margo McQueen wants to see us.

Take care
of yourself, yeah?

This is the best job in
the world.

Thanks.

Dr. Goldberg.

Yes, I'm sorry to bother you
at home.

But my friend Margo was adamant

that I should let you know
how grateful she is.

You...

My idea that you re-engage
with the police

seems to have worked out
rather well for everyone.

Wouldn't you agree?

If I did not agree,
then I would have said so.

Okay.

I shall see you next week.

Where did we leave off?

Memory.

Indeed.

Memory.

A dynamic process with
the power to terrify.

And the power to soothe.

It is, perhaps...

one of life's
most precious gifts.