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There isn't special cake. And there is, because we got some.

Tell Daddy I'm on my way.

Don't touch the plug or Daddy's going bzzz.

Daddy's going bzzz.

I'm gone.

Sorry. I know you're trying to finish Thingy's curtains.

No, Thingy can wait. She's coming tonight. She can have it then.

Oh, God, I completely forgot.

Dinner? I know.

tonight yes and it's all completely under control come on girls

that's amazing actually picking up our children on time any

chance of an unscheduled topsy sorry typical bloody story

her madge has got to get to mayfair all of a sudden usual bollocks i'm allowed

to say bollocks you're not

Yes, Michael's on book three.

He's been moved up a set.

He's a clever boy. Okay, troops, everyone in the car.

I think I might do a shop on the way back. Rachel, you are a goddess.

And I am a pain in the arse who cannot be relied upon to wipe his own nose.

We hold these truths to be self -evident.

Amen.

I found you a Jack Yates.

Aren't I just?

They're emailing the catalogue print here as we speak.

You know, I have been busy.

You're right about that.

Then you'll find about everything on principle.

You all think you will lift?

I like my bike.

A pleasant gentleman in a hat, yeah.

Three mil.

On the nose. You won't go higher.

Sterling.

Well, I am glad, because I'm on my way to Bond Street. Bye.

As Bertrand Russell observes, absolutism has always been accompanied by some

form of slavery.

Serfdom.

Title page.

In praise of idleness for Edward Lapid, keep pecker firmly in the vertical.

Bertie.

Keep it.

I've finished with it.

Hello.

Hello.

Jane Templeton.

Hello. Am I expecting you?

You've been expecting me since you were nine years old.

Morning, sir.

So now are you.

You've been crying.

I always cry when I know I'm going to spend the day with you, sir.

I have to make a speech.

To the press.

Popping the police.

Who does?

You.

You're joking.

Priceless.

To your advantage is the fact that you get to choose the venue, which gives you

the opportunity for an introductory witticism.

So speaking, for instance, to Fulham Football Club, you could say it's lovely

be here at Stamford Bridge.

That's the Chelsea ground.

Yes.

That's the joke.

Speaking in public, Lewis, is a duty a senior officer is expected to discharge.

Without fuss.

Hathaway, find me some dead people.

Sir? Crime, now, or I shall discharge, and it won't be a pretty sight.

Sir.

Just relax.

Well done.

That's all right.

Well, you have what we optometrists call pointy eyeballs.

Perfectly all right?

Rather distinguished.

No, it just means that conventional, mass -produced lenses tend not to fit.

You're going to sell me something expensive.

You're not a detective for nothing, Mr Hathaway.

Well, I hope that makes sense. Thanks for squeezing me in.

Our pleasure.

Now, the lovely Bella here will look after you, i .e. take money off you.

Oh, good.

Look him aboard.

Mr. Mallory, excuse me. I did try and stop Mr. Hayward just now. It is his

Oh, that's all right.

There's a lady waiting, Miss Templeton.

I told her you'd already gone beyond the last session of the day. She was rather

determined to see you. Looks like one of Rachel's.

My wife's a bit of a saint. In her spare time, she's a collector of lost souls.

Please take a picture.

Right, sir.

What can we do for you?

You know, don't you?

You know.

Do I?

That handy? What do I do?

Oh, you're good.

Please.

Hi, Stephanie.

Hi, Hugh.

How are you?

Fine.

Daniel's driving me to the brink of a psychotic episode.

It's a pretty standard afternoon.

Has Rachel given you those curtains yet?

Nope. Come on. Come on in again.

Mmm. God damn it.

A curtain's supposed to be in a box.

Here. They're not here, okay? Let's consult the authorities.

Oh, for God's sake, what's the point of having a mobile phone?

Bloody women.

Oh, my God, this is delicious.

I bet they're upstairs, just sitting there. Come on, I'll get the bag.

What a coincidence, this.

I met him a couple of hours ago.

He sorted out my eyes for me.

How was he?

Chum.

Where's he been all day?

Work.

Let's check.

You poor girl.

Female suicides, by the way. What's the first thing you look at? Depends on the

cause of death.

No, it doesn't. Think.

Psychology.

The drama of the moment.

Left hand.

Married women throw away the ring.

Last thing they do.

She didn't. She did not.

That's the first thing that doesn't smell right.

No note.

And that's the second.

She just hoovered the stairs.

I want Hobson all over this. It's not Hobson. What?

She's on holiday. Some local new guy. Cook.

That's nice.

Cast the character.

Hugh Manery.

His business partner, David Hayward.

his wife, Louise.

Stephanie Fielding, next door neighbor, divorced.

And her son, who's off school today, is sick.

Come and say goodbye to Daddy.

Bye, Grandma.

Grandma?

She is, Mother. She's come to take the kids.

Why is there an ambulance, Daddy? Because Mama's had an accident. But

Come on, darling, don't scream.

Call me old -fashioned.

Isn't it a bit strange?

Uncle David, is it? Sitting in the back, cuddling the kids while Auntie dodged

the car.

You are old -fashioned, sir, but no, it is strange.

When my wife died, I drank a bottle of brandy every day for a year.

And then I considered my situation like an adult.

And the following year, I drank two bottles.

And the year after that?

I had a headache.

Inspector.

Nathan Cook.

Stepping for Hobson. Where's the dead woman?

Sometime this afternoon.

Until I get her on the flower.

Cause of death.

What is it?

Well, she was hanging from the banister, so... Did she die as a result of

asphyxia inflicted by herself or by someone else?

Oh, herself.

Yeah, the lesions on her throat and neck.

Entirely congress with suicide by hanging. So it's... Well, look, I'm

you find my diagnosis disappointing.

We haven't converted to Islam on the fly.

Not hungry.

Never see you eat. A dreary life must be without the spectacle of me

masticating. Oh, if you're going to be disagreeable, I shall read the local

newspaper.

Aloud. Oh,

this will amuse you.

Summertime woman found hung.

Hung. And despairs.

Is there a name?

Well, the author.

The woman.

Or Prince, rather.

Mrs. Rachel Mallory, mother of two.

Um... Um...

How is he?

He's... Good.

I suppose.

Yes, that's good. And, uh...

How are the children?

They're all right.

Really? They're all right because they don't understand.

When they do understand, they will not be all right.

Eleanor, I think now might be a good time to close the door on certain

of the past.

In what respect, David?

The past?

I never sought to make an enemy out of you, Eleanor.

No. That was a byproduct.

If you do want to speak to Hugh, come back another time.

It just goes to

show you, doesn't it?

What exactly?

You think you know people and you don't know them at all.

Mrs Mallory wasn't one to get depressed.

She used to say to me, Bella, I'd dearly love to be depressed. I just don't have

the time.

Mr Mallory?

Lovely man.

Lovely man, always hurrying home to be with her.

Did he hurry home yesterday during the day?

What are you suggesting?

I'm professionally obliged to ask the question.

There's only one way in and out of this building and I sit right by it.

Mr. M arrived at 9 o 'clock and left at 6.

Oh, that's that then. Thank you.

Who's trying to contact me now?

Dr. Edward LaPlacida, Regis Professor of Jurisprudence. You know what that

means? The moral integrity of the law, whether or not it has any. It means he's

a stonking great cheese.

What do you want from me all of a sudden? I've no idea.

Professor?

Who's the boy?

Detective Sergeant Hathaway.

Why are you here?

Oh, don't tell me. It's because Lewis is afraid I might use words with more than

two syllables.

I've already said syllable.

I might have to lie down.

This is the question of Stoker.

Stokoe came up in 1989.

He was a grammar school boy.

Very serious, quite brilliant, and absolutely without side.

No money, no strings to pull.

Well, of course, in this college, he was conspicuous.

One night, some of his co -evils managed to get him drunk.

He became joyously noisy, declaimed a lot of poetry from the top of the

tower in the middle of the night. The occasion was essentially harmless.

However, the eyes of the senior common room were upon me.

So I wrote Stoker a note, inviting him to take Sherry with me. It was a

It meant a wigging and a small fine.

Embarrassing for both parties, but it had to be done.

We talked, you know.

general way.

It was uncomfortable, but bearable.

At last I said, Mr. Stoker, we really must address this other business.

And he nodded.

And I kissed him.

He thanked me for the interview politely and left.

It was as if the incident had never taken place.

But it had.

I found I couldn't bear to see him around the college.

In the end, I said, oh, bugger this.

I didn't break the law.

Why should my life be compromised by him?

So you had him sent down?

What colour is his hair?

Otherwise, a blonde.

I had him quietly removed.

It wasn't difficult. He never contested it. He just packed his bags and went.

I ruined Stoker's time at Oxford.

And quite possibly his whole life.

I want you to find him for me.

You're thinking, by the way. What are you thinking? I'm thinking you should

address yourself to a private agency, sir.

Oh, absolutely.

But I have other affairs to put in order, and they concern.

The police.

You know, I've decided I can't talk with the blonde boy in the room.

Unusual words of condolence, Luke.

I'm not going to cry.

No, never mind.

I brought some food.

Are you eating?

I bet you're not eating. I've got food.

David's got the bag. David.

I was not going to bloody cry. It's not helpful.

It's for her benefit.

No one knows what to do.

No. It's tricky.

Anything you think you should have told me, David, in Madagascar?

I don't understand.

Like what?

I don't know. That's why I'm asking.

It'll be all right, Hugh.

Whatever it takes, I'll make it all right.

Promise.

He's sulking about that.

I'll tell you what he said.

What?

He says Rachel Mallory was murdered, but the punchlines are, one, it was not

suicide, two, La Plata can point us to the killer, but the price of his

cooperation is us finding and bringing in this Stoker bloke. What do you say to

that?

Do you want me to say arrest him for withholding information?

Interrogate him gently, ask him to sit in a chair that's not there, that sort

thing. He's days from death.

So soon?

Says the Radcliffe Infirmary. There's a letter sitting on his desk.

Treatment discontinued. Living on morphine. There's no time for anything

official procedure.

Taking La Placida off the premises would probably kill him.

So it's his rules or we're not even in the game.

Well, how do we know it's not some sort of deviant opportunistic scam that he

hears about Rachel, he uses her to get the sticky coppers to find his

You're not telling me you trust him.

Almost really rated La Placida like he was the real thing.

Say it.

Psychology, this is all wrong, sir.

I know, but it's all we've got.

In the meantime, I want a word with Uncle David.

Did you ever study law, sir?

Law? No.

Eyes.

Medicine, not law.

So you never came across a Dr. Laplace in it?

I'm finding this conversation a bit confusing.

Darling, help us out.

This is Lewis.

How can we help you, Inspector?

Give me a reason why Rachel Mallory should take her own life.

God, no.

Rachel's life was so good.

Hugh loved her to pieces. She had two wonderful children, good friends at

turn. I mean, we all adored her.

Why did she kill herself?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Hey, shh, shh, shh, darling.

Hey.

I do hope that's been useful, Inspector.

Right.

How can I help?

A quick word with Duncan, please?

Duncan's the ex -husband.

He's in New York.

The child is Daniel.

Daniel. I'm so sorry.

It's been a long day.

I've opened a bottle of wine.

For God's sake, please have a glass.

Otherwise I'll drink the whole bottle and it'll be your fault.

Quick word with him first.

My nephew had this stuff.

Daniel. Can you answer this, Beloit, please?

He's only asking because you were actually here when it happened.

I didn't see anything.

Okay?

Don't spend all day, like, looking out the window.

I'm sure if Daniel remembered seeing anything that Blake thought, and how bad

he'd speak it.

Lewis is where?

Interviewing a neighbour of Rachel Mallory's mum.

And you are doing what?

Getting a bit of a central background on her. Well, trying to, but every time

I... So you're both fully occupied investigating a death medically

suicide?

You and I need to have a little chat.

Anyway... Dunk buggered off.

Left me.

With this life I didn't choose.

And a place I don't particularly like.

Too much information.

You can never give a cop too much.

It's a close -knit old bunch up here in Summertown.

Who's the king and queen?

You and Rachel.

Hands down.

Close -knit.

In the senses.

No, no.

Hey.

These couples don't swing.

They just form very intense alliances.

Not necessarily with me.

Stephanie, what is it that everybody's not telling me?

If you're forcing me to say... I'm not forcing you to do anything.

Sitting in your front room having a nice glass of wine?

No, no.

Sorry.

I suffer, you see, from loyalty to my friends.

An old -fashioned virtue.

I'm an old -fashioned girl.

On the other hand, you could speak to Hugh's mother.

That's all I can tell you.

Just received a rather bracing lecture from our superintendent.

I'm sure you're a better person for it.

I'm not to discuss it with you.

Why, right.

What did she say?

In short, she'd been told you're not to commit overburdened resources, that's

me, to the investigation of this case, and that it's not a case, it's a

statistic.

I'm sorry, but she meant a bloody man. I didn't stick up for you, and I just

feel ashamed.

She's got a point.

No, she doesn't.

He doesn't. He received information from a legitimate source.

No. Plus it hasn't been a gamble.

Yeah, but he will. I found stokeries in Oxford.

Look, we've both been warned off this case. Now, I'm old and bloody -minded

enough to not do what I'm told.

You're clever.

You should know better. I do.

And I've decided the best course of action is to continue investigating the

with you, unofficially, against the rules.

Well, if that's the case, get your finger out and fix me up an old rogues

gallery with all the faces in the case.

Put it somewhere where Innocent's not going to see it if she pokes her head in

the haven barn.

And I didn't say that, so you can't quote me.

I'm off to see the granny.

Can I tell you what I think?

I think there's something wrong here.

Isn't it?

You know what it is.

I don't, but I assure you I'm going to find out.

And the sooner I do, the sooner we get to know what happened to your daughter

-in -law.

So, any thoughts?

In the first instance, Rachel was not my daughter -in -law.

If we're going to be technical about it, my daughter -in -law is Louise Haywood.

Hugh married Louise?

But he talks about Rachel as his wife.

Yes, that's what happened, but it's what they agreed.

Ten years ago, Hugh married Louise.

It was a good match, as far as one could tell.

David, Hugh's best friend and business partner, married Rachel.

The four of them went away on a holiday together.

To Madagascar.

Left the babies at home.

Whilst they were there, Hugh supposedly declared his hidden passion for Rachel.

David and Louise turned to each other for consolation.

So, by the time they came back to England, there was a new configuration.

So, what, the two couples just exchanged partners?

It was decided that the... Mothers should keep their own children.

And the fathers renounce theirs.

Take what you want, as they say, and pay for it.

In the space of three weeks, marriage is thrown away like clothes gone out of

fashion.

Supposedly, declare this law.

You don't believe that... It was Hugh that initiated all that.

He always said he did.

And he never lies, never.

But it's strange.

Why?

Because when David's around, Hugh rarely initiates anything.

But David goes, Hugh followed. It was the same when they were friends at

Maybe it was the one time in his life Hugh needed to impose his will on the

relationship. That's exactly what Hugh said.

And I don't believe him.

What Granny says.

Is Granny to be believed?

I've seen the wedding photos.

They each chose the wrong person to marry.

So they rectified that with a formal redistribution.

They were happy with it.

So happy Rachel killed herself.

She didn't kill herself.

I wouldn't think.

Crumbling the main than my career on it.

That girl was murdered.

Mr. Stoker.

I'd like to talk to you about Dr. La Placita.

Is this a good time?

See you, Briggs, in 15 minutes.

Thank you.

Is he dead?

No.

Would you like him to be?

Thought he went to live in America.

He did. He went to teach at Harvard for a while, but now he's back in Oxford.

Well, I know.

The professor's very sick, Mr. Stoker.

With cancer.

He's going to die soon. He asked us to track you down. He wants to speak to you

urgently.

How do you feel about that?

Mr. Stoker.

I used to take a lot of pills.

I've stopped now.

Sometimes I find it difficult to think clearly, concentrate.

I do hope this won't take long.

Me too. We have absolutely no idea when he will be returning to work, and, um,

well, life goes on.

Except for Rachel.

Well, no.

Good grief.

I'm asking you in confidence, Mr. Hayward. Is there anything we should

about Rachel's mental health?

Like what?

Like had she had enough of a marriage based on musical chairs?

It's in your mandate to sneer at the emotional lives of private citizens, is

It's in my mandate to ask obvious questions based on the information I've

discovered.

Why did Rachel kill herself?

Okay.

I shall answer that.

I was always taught that being polite to policemen is the only way to make them

go away.

Worth a try?

Louise thinks Rachel ultimately couldn't bear the disparity.

To you, no doubt, we all appear rich.

Louise and I are rich.

Rachel and Hugh are not.

But Louise is not very bright.

And there are some.

She does not know.

Rachel Mallory, age ten.

Parents go for a drive one afternoon.

Beachy head.

They fall.

Both holding on to each other, apparently.

Face to face.

No note, no nothing.

And if that sounds familiar, it's because it's meant to be.

Heywood's telling me suicide is some bad family habit. Well, it often is. Not

this family.

Tell me something encouraging.

Stoker has agreed to see La Placida.

Oh, good.

Oh, no, but, sir, he's fragile. God knows what's going to happen.

Look.

Can I say this now? I think we're staking a hell of a lot on a

between a dying man and a terminally damaged one.

Yep.

Yep.

Cambridge, this is called a court.

On my first day, the porter said to me, Mr. Hathaway, would you kindly... I have

to go to the bathroom.

Please sit down, Mr. Stoker.

As you wish.

The quality of your silence suggests you're not going to talk.

That, of course, is your prerogative.

I'm very much afraid, Stoker, that I have spoiled your life.

A small indiscretion blossomed hideously into an act of great unkindness at a

time when you were very vulnerable.

I believe you thought the world had turned its face against you and that you

would never have success in it.

That is my fault.

I wish I had my eyes back so I could see you.

I am so very sorry.

Could you leave us, please?

Go?

What's he gonna do, kill me?

If that's what he's after, he's gonna have to hurry.

When you give me something, I'll go.

Until then, I stay.

Jane Templeton?

Would you like to step into my office?

No, this is your office. Quickly.

I thought nurses weren't allowed to smoke in here. I'm not a nurse.

You will observe the cigarette is unlit. Have you ever seen me smoke before? No.

Merely an indicator of stress.

If I light the cigarette, you know I'm about to scream.

I understand in my absence you've had dealings with Dr Cook, yes?

How can I put this with professional integrity?

The man's a complete ninny and outstandingly crap at his job.

Sometimes, you know, I worry that we're not on the same wavelength, but on this

again. Yeah, I'm like you, Lewis.

I can't delegate.

And if I have to delegate, I have to check.

You're going to tell me my suicide wasn't a suicide.

Well, unless she managed to dangle herself with her own hands and string

up half an hour later.

Dr. LaPlacida.

Indiscretion. Committed in the Michael Mestella in 1989.

My first term.

Altered the course of my life.

When you had me sent down, I did not return home to my parents.

I went to live in London, in a hostel.

There I... I became ill. I became dependent on antidepressant drugs.

You are right to judge that you are to blame for all of this.

However, it does not escape my notice that you are now a blind person.

You were not a blind person when you taught me.

You may believe you're going blind to some kind of punishment.

It might be.

It might be.

Dr. La Placida, please listen very carefully.

I have suffered since you did what you did.

It's over you.

My life has gone all wrong.

It's always yours.

I don't believe it's possible to put mine right, but yours, it seems, can be

repaired by my forgiveness.

It is in my power to make life better for one of us.

My power.

Completely and unconditionally.

It's unnecessary for you to think of the matter ever again.

The incident is closed.

And you had a knife.

I needed to concentrate.

Who gave me a name?

Jane Templeton.

That's the crack of the phone.

Oh, God, sorry.

Go on. Sorry. I found her, 64.

I think she writes, I'll meet you there.

Sorry, I've got to go.

You haven't arrived yet.

It's modern policing.

Was there something we could discuss over dinner?

Yeah.

Eight o 'clock?

I'll tell you where to meet me.

All he gave you was the name? Yeah.

I want some old -fashioned, boring police work done on this case.

I want to know the whereabouts of all those summertime jokers at the time of

Rachel's death. I want the alibi checked.

We're sliding around all over this case.

It's like we've got our hooks in.

What the hell's that? That's Peck, I think.

It's a restaurant on the Banbury Road.

There's an engine running in here.

Ambulance!

Oh, God, he did on me. Stupid kid.

Do it, out of the way!

I recognise her. What?

I've seen her somewhere before.

Ambulance, 64 Hinksey Road.

You didn't want to gas yourself in your car, did you?

Something's buggered me.

Hugh?

Can I say something without you taking it the wrong way?

I'm just there.

Okay? 20 feet away.

You're with a client.

You get a wobble,

you just come and get me.

Thanks. Anything else that I might take the wrong way?

Any time.

Louise says, any time you want to bring the kids around, just, you know,

bring them.

Louise says that, says she.

God, you're so hostile.

Yes, well, I'm generally hostile when the woman I love...

Has hanged herself.

I'll bear it in mind.

You might let me start speaking before you express boredom.

I've never been so excited in my life.

Just keep it simple.

These bony protuberances.

We doctors call them shoulder blades.

Well, above the shoulder blades, you will see two areas of contusion, here

here.

And that is how you grab

somebody unaware and force their head into a pillow until they die.

Put them in the car with the engine running and a pipe through the window.

So it's no longer murder, it becomes suicide.

And what is emblematic of death by exhaust fumes, when the subject is

is blood in the knees and the ankles, the colour of bubblegum.

This she does not have.

She was already dead.

What she does have, deep in her nasal cavity, is this.

A filament of goose down.

Doctor, you bring me all this.

Because you secretly love me.

I'd bring you anything at all, Lewis, you cocky sod.

Because I secretly love Hathaway.

If you don't mind me saying so, this is becoming bloody intrusive.

Absolutely your prerogative to ask us to leave, sir.

Why don't you just say what you came to say?

All right.

It's been established that Rachel's death was not suicide.

We'll be wanting to speak to you all formally later, but I'm telling you this

now out of courtesy in case there's anything you'd like to say to us

You should also know that we're investigating a second murder, which we

is connected to this case.

We'll let ourselves in.

There's nothing to worry about, darling.

Isn't the fire nothing?

Do you think it needs another look?

Family life, eh, sir?

Oh, I'll miss it. I was being ironic.

Even an ironic family life, I'd settle for that.

I forgot.

Okay.

Am I refreshed by your honesty or just pissed off?

A bit of both, I should think.

Care for a drink, sir?

Yeah.

Is it expensive?

Alternatively, I could buy you a small car.

So?

So.

of distracting him, throwing open the conversation.

So... Is that the small talk done?

God, I hope so.

Can we cut straight to the reason that you came to see me earlier?

Yeah. I came to tell you... This is going to change the whole character of

evening a bit.

Or a lot, not necessarily for the better.

Rachel Mallory was...

You all right, Stephanie?

Sorry, but there's no doubt.

And I thought this date got off to a rocky start.

I could not have told you. That would have been dishonest, sitting here

to you and thinking about that.

Yes, I appreciate that.

Would you mind very much if I went home now?

I had a lovely evening.

For about 20 seconds.

Listen, Louise had the appalling idea that she should give a drinks thing to

cheer up Hugh.

I think it's a crazy idea.

Especially now.

Here you go.

If you take me.

Who else has gone?

Is that what you usually ask a girl when she invites you out?

Stephanie, it's a murder inquiry.

The flashing blue light makes it quite difficult for me to go to something

where, well, the other guest might be.

Who cares about you?

I've heard of the great places of my own.

Would you come with me?

You take that feeble grin as a yes.

Jane Templeton, discuss.

Unmarried, only child, no immediate family, civil servants of some

but I'm working on that.

No clubs, no hobbies, no friends.

Bloody bleats, frankly.

What about La Placida?

He conked out soon after I left and he's still unconscious.

Will they take him to the Radcliffe?

No, he has left specific instructions. He's never to be taken to hospital

He wishes to die in college.

Fine by me, but not till you talk to us.

Explain this.

Psychology.

I knew you were going to say that.

What's the true common denominator between Rachel's friends?

Wife swapping.

I don't know.

Where they went to school.

No, where their children went to school and they all go here.

Malcolm Croft, headmaster.

Now, look, the first thing I want you to be absolutely clear about is that here

at Parktown we are a very broad church.

Glad to hear it. We have 14 Muslims in the school and 32 children of mixed

parentage. I do feel it's important to foreground this.

Quite. You should be entirely confident of the pastoral care that your child

would receive here.

Daddy, I think you should explain.

Yes, it's a terrible business.

I can't honestly see the children returning this term. My wife thinks

could be done.

Luckily, the parents are insured to the hilt.

You checked that?

The bursar informed me immediately we heard the news. Your wife, sir? She's a

psychiatrist, head of pastoral care.

She's arranged Mr Mallory to counsel Izzy and Hannah. We know the matter is

socially, of course. It might be useful for us to pop back for a bit of a

rummage, sir.

Rummage? Through the paperwork here, with your permission, of course.

I'm not altogether sure permission is mine to give. Is Dr Croft about the

Yes, I'm sure she's here somewhere.

I can't talk about the children's client confidentiality. It was the parents on

the other hand.

Open season. Yeah, good therapy for a therapist to indulge in some serious

indiscretion.

God, that was frivolous.

How successful was the exchange, do you think, surely?

David was furious that Hugh had nicked his wife.

No, I don't believe so.

They seem to have come to some kind of arrangement.

David sees the children whenever he wants.

They don't know that he's their father, but it works somehow. And even if it

didn't, are you seriously asking me if I think David is capable of murder?

Yes.

Well, he isn't.

I mean, David's soft.

I work with murderers. They all have this extra bit of wiring that can

make them kill, and David simply doesn't have that.

Who does?

Amongst her circle, would you say?

Nobody.

And her circle, as you put it, is far wider than you can possibly imagine.

Her husband was as jumpy as a rabbit about us looking through his stuff.

Jane Templeton, I remember where I saw her.

To Mallory.

Did Rachel talk about her work?

Inasmuch as there was anything to talk about.

Rachel just loved sewing.

She liked to mend things, join things back together.

Have you seen her?

Yes. I have, so have you. She came to the practice.

One of Rachel's lost souls.

They turn up there every now and again, usually because they've got the idea she

works there. But it's at the point that they get me.

And Rachel, she couldn't buy a pound of sausages without soliciting a full

marital history from the butcher.

I used to say to her, sometimes, darling, I worry that you don't

consequences of your actions.

So, what, you thought that her sympathy for strangers would trigger something

uncontrolled? It's a mistake to believe that being the recipient of a confession

puts one in a position of authority. It's the person who does the confessing

has the power.

I have a claim on one.

Somehow.

No. In the scheme of Rachel's general acquaintance, this person was nothing

of the ordinary.

Not worth telling us about.

On the day that Rachel was discovered dead.

Rachel's life was overflowing with curious people for whom she cared.

This Templeton woman was entirely unexceptional. The fact of it didn't

important then doesn't seem so now.

How did you know her name was Templeton?

You know, I've endured your insinuations to date since the moment you arrived,

but I really have had enough. She told me. She said my name's Templeton. He

me a clue.

We're just trying to catch a murderer, Mr Murray.

Yes, I'm sorry. Look, obviously I'll help. I mean, do you want me to talk to

her? I'll talk to her.

I won't be necessary, sir.

Recycling, sir.

What?

Actually, Inspector, I am in rather a hurry.

That's apparent.

Would you like to open the boot again?

I've got a great deal to do today. Just open the boot, please.

I'd prefer not.

Unless there are body parts in the bag, Mr. Croft, I really recommend that you

do.

It's confiscated.

All this filth. I can't even put it in the bins. God knows whether the boys

managed to get hold of it.

You should have a word with the newsagents, you know, because it's not

There's nothing illegal here. Nothing whatsoever to do with children.

Just consenting adults. Nothing to be ashamed of.

Please don't tell my wife.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to.

Well, let's think about this, shall we?

Malcolm, you're not eating my nibbles. I'm offended.

Caroline, do you have some pregnant or something?

Probably, knowing him.

Darling, you're a bully.

Wine, Inspector, honey.

Surprises me.

It makes you ill at ease.

Surprise just seems a bit...

Disrespectful.

That's the way it's done around here.

Who the hell does she think she is, bringing that down?

Bad enough having to entertain her ointment -less son without the laughing

bloody policeman.

Look, I'd just like to say something.

We're not addressing something that should be addressed.

Your speech?

Dear Rachel has started her new life, but it's a new beginning too

for you and the children.

From this point in their lives, everything will be different. I think

us to know that we support them, we appreciate them, and we love them.

Does that sound pompous?

Only from you, Headmaster.

I can't believe this is happening.

Stranger people in stranger places.

Is this both the children?

Yes. This concludes our transaction. Is that clear?

Don't push him.

What happened the morning that Rachel was killed and you saw it? What was it?

Come on, Daniel, you see everything.

I see you and my mother.

Well, everything's what it seems, Daniel.

The power's on the kids.

How the hell do you get these?

Age and guile.

Very thorough.

Caroline Croft.

No emotional stone on turn.

But do you know what's underneath all those stones?

Nothing.

The kids are happy.

Izzy and Anna, never smacked, never shouted at, never bored.

Just loved around the clock.

Mummy liked them.

likes to see paintings and stuff, and sometimes she takes us and it's actually

really fun.

The Maori's perfect pairing.

I would, ditto.

Can you smell that?

Smell?

Time to build a platform.

Jane Templeton has been murdered.

The killer tried to dress her death up as suicide, just like they did for

Rachel.

Who's doing this?

Professor, unless you talk to me, I shall stay right here asking you

while you're trying to die elegantly.

The public makes a very great error in supposing that violent criminals on

release from prison are merely tossed back into society.

They are watched.

Very closely, very secretly, and for a very long time.

By a special unit of undercover social security officers, colloquially known to

themselves as Man Watchers.

I now draw your attention to the case of Alison Bright.

I was at the time...

the Home Secretary's special advisor in these matters.

When she was very young, Alison, whom her parents judged to be a mature and

responsible little girl, was left in charge of her infant brother for half an

hour.

The baby kept scratching his face, making it sore.

Mittens.

wouldn't stay on.

So Alison cut off his hands with the kitchen scissors.

When the parents returned, they found Alison in the bathroom with her mother's

sewing kit, doing her best to reattach the part she

had removed.

The right grew up to be Rachel Mallory.

It was Rachel who was being watched.

By Jane Templeton.

The Templeton woman watched Rachel for 20 years.

Watched the reconstructed child killer blossom.

Her own life, on the other hand.

No loving husband.

No delightful children on a characterless bungalow in a godforsaken

Templeton was on the down escalator and Rachel was on the up.

And the gap was getting wider.

It was not to be borne.

She told you this?

It was unfair.

Oh, word.

She told you she was going to blow the whistle on Rachel, sir?

Sir.

Harry's gone again.

Professor, wake up! He won't. He's in an narcoleptic coma. Could be a couple of

days before we get him back. That's if he doesn't die in his sleep.

Anything?

You're always telling me not to speak.

Because you're always apologising.

It's not a good look.

Especially on you.

I know I didn't distinguish myself yet. Ah, but you did.

You hid in the bog and interrogated Malcolm Croft. You interrogated my son.

I thought you quite wanted to be with me, but you were working.

My God, you actually jumped when I held your hand.

Here we are, breaking up, and we haven't even got together yet. I came to tell

you something, and it wasn't an apology. It's a warning.

You have my attention, Inspector?

The woman connected with Rachel has been murdered.

Connected?

How? I can't tell you that.

Just keep your eyes open.

If anything gives you any anxiety at all, call me.

If you're frightened, I can put an officer right outside your door. No, no.

I'm not frightened.

I'm sorry.

Not a good look on you, either.

This is an amazing house.

Oh, God.

I haven't got the patience for this.

Why don't I just answer your questions before you grind your way around to

asking them?

I make good money.

David has a lot of money of his own.

Why does he bother selling people spectacles? Out of loyalty to his old

Hugh.

Besides, Get them out from under my feet.

Anything else?

Did you dislike Rachel very much?

I felt her unnerving.

Why? What was it about her?

Her goodness.

She took your husband from you. Hugh took himself.

Hugh, her.

Laid himself down like an offering.

I genuinely think she accepted him out of good manners.

Besides...

I got David.

So I won.

I don't think you believe that for a minute, do you? I beg your pardon?

All this?

Meaningless, isn't it?

Wine cellar, the gym, hot and cold running house, mate.

Who's the person everyone adores? It's not you.

It's Rachel. How dare you? Human relationships.

The lifestyle accessory you just can't buy.

I dare because I'm trying to catch a killer who may very well kill again.

Nothing else matters, not your pretty little toes being trampled on. Nothing.

I hated Rachel when she was alive.

And now she's dead, I hate her even more.

Because now she's perfect.

But I never harmed the woman.

I never harmed her.

Of the known inhabitants of Rachelwell, Hugh Mallory.

He knew about her past, or didn't.

Either way, he loved her.

And he was at work all day.

He's acting like he's got nothing to hide.

David Hayward, there really is something stinky about him, all strutting around,

beating his chest.

He was married to the woman, for God's sake.

And his alibi to the hilt, Louise.

She's always falling over herself to say how wonderful life was with David and

his fine collection of modern money.

Not her.

Stephanie Fielding?

Opportunity, yeah.

At home all day, movement only corroborated by her son.

Motive?

Motive, jealousy of a happy marriage.

It's possible.

The placenta?

Well, yeah.

That'd be good. How would that work?

Waging some Hannibal Lecter -ish war of attrition?

On the phone?

What are these pawns about?

Stoker? Not a pawn.

Well, he's a lost soul.

That's why that damn telephone.

It's yours, sir.

Oh, perfect.

The insolence I have endured.

The self -regarding eccentricity of your methods, your colleagues have endured.

But this, Lewis, was a perfectly calculated subversion of lawful

I will not permit it.

What in God's name were you thinking? A cocktail party with a prime suspect in a

double murder case?

Who told you? Out of interest. The headmaster of Parktown Prep.

He thought your presence at the party was irregular, and he was spot on,

he?

More balls than I thought. What?

I said the balls in your court, ma 'am.

I'm sorry.

It was the right thing to do at the time. You get this sorted, Lewis.

You and boy -bloody -wonder, you do it right now and without the slightest

of impropriety or I will have you back in a tall hat peddling a pushbike before

you can say, where's my pension?

Have you got that?

The gist, ma 'am? Absolutely.

I said that one last dance.

Here I am, sir, as Homer, ruining the moment.

And don't pretend to be dead. It's bad manners, and it won't work.

My God, you're a frightful little man.

Why should I tell you anything?

You can't go to your death unshriven. Your soul must be clean.

A whiff of papism at my bedside?

How delightful.

You must tell us what we need to know to catch this killer. That is your true

act of contrition.

The visits of Rachel Mallory.

The terms of the order were very clear.

Nobody was permitted to know whom Alison Bright had become.

Not even me. I couldn't have found her if I'd wanted to.

But of course she knew about to find me.

She called me on the telephone.

She'd invented some incredible charade about writing a paper on the subject and

needing to talk to me about it.

I knew it was her.

She pretty soon realized that I knew who she was.

But neither of us ever admitted it.

I told her about Stoker.

It was her moral example that made me seek propitiation for that sin.

I asked her to seek him out for me.

I think she tried.

What did Rachel tell you? Oh, my God.

Cancer's a bore.

Tell us what she told you. Don't take it with you.

This is it, sir. He's going.

Edward,

try.

You're about.

the head shrink.

Go out of the room. I want to die alone.

Look, Rachel was not my patient. Not officially.

I mean, of course she was.

How could I be privy to the most appalling secret and not try to help

For two years, I subjected her to the most comprehensive therapeutic trawl

through her unconscious.

I hypnotised her.

Uncovering what?

Nothing. That's the point. There was no lurking trauma predating the killing of

the baby. She was never abused, physically or mentally.

For what she did, there was no objective excuse.

The evil had come from within.

She was trying to stop the boy from hurting himself.

That wasn't evil.

It was a terrible mistake, but it was born of kindness.

Would you believe that if you made your baby brother bleed to death?

Her whole life was a relentless struggle to surround herself with goodness, to

be loved, to be needed, and to be reminded constantly that people were not

to be torn apart and stitched back together again.

Did David know about Alison?

Yes. And what about Hugh?

Well, she wanted to tell him desperately, but she never did because

it might drive him away.

Suppose Hugh found out about it.

How would he cope?

He'd have managed, somehow.

Oh, excuse me.

Excuse me.

When did Rachel tell you the truth about herself?

It's my guess she wanted to tell you when you proposed to her, but she just

couldn't do it.

Had to have that ring on her finger first, yeah?

But whenever.

That was when you decided to palm her off on the hue.

Not unreasonable. Who wants to be married to a psycho?

Don't take that tone of blokey sympathy with me.

It demeans us both.

She told me everything on our honeymoon.

I went for a long walk.

I came back and told her it was... It was okay.

I could live with it.

But when the children were born... You found yourself hiding the scissors?

Worse.

She found me hiding them.

She was hysterical.

told me she would do anything to make it right.

I just... I just looked at her and I knew that that was that.

There is some knowledge that's so terrible it crushes all trust, all hope.

So you steered it towards Hugh?

Listen, Hugh wasn't right with Louise.

He always joked that he only got married because I did.

Louise is a sexual animal.

You found that alarming.

Right, so all your spade work's done before you even go to Madagascar.

Hugh's intimidated by Louise.

Rachel's making eyes at Hugh like some frightened rabbit.

Louise is looking for something a bit more vigorous.

And you've told Louise, keep the motor running. You'll be right with her.

Louise had no idea at the time.

And Hugh thinks he's made all this happen?

Hugh's never achieved a damn thing in his life. I wanted him to have this.

Oh, so it was an act of charity.

You didn't tell Hugh about Rachel's secret, did you?

No. You sold him a house with an unexploded bomb in the cellar.

Cabinette M to Louis.

I am not my brother's keeper.

Oh, sir.

I won't get ever accused of that.

Hathaway? Sir? I'll tell you what I think.

I think you, Mallory, are dirty.

A little numb.

There isn't anything you can possibly tell me that'll shock me.

Or even upset me.

David wants his children back.

I'm sure of it.

He doesn't care about me or our children.

He never did. He certainly doesn't care about you.

What David wants are his girls. And whatever David wants, he gets.

Always. I can't remember if you take sugar. And I'm most unlikely you're a

woman. What I'm saying, Hugh, is watch out.

You're under attack.

Madagascar.

It didn't happen the way you thought.

It didn't happen the way any of us thought.

The only person who really knew what was happening was David.

Did you set much store by Rachel's opinion?

Yes, of course.

Because she always said you were a terrible liar.

Amusingly, I only found out the truth about Madagascar quite recently.

But I'm afraid I can't accept the suggestion that David kept you in the

about it.

Or about anything else, for that matter.

Now, you knew everything.

Everybody knew everything.

But now, hey, poor old Huey come lately.

He knows it too.

The day Rachel died. Did you see Hugh Mallory come back?

Tell me the truth, Daniel, or you'll regret it.

Yes. Say it again.

I saw him come back. He was there for half an hour.

That's what you saw?

Yes.

Good lad.

Get out of my house, Lewis.

Bastard hit her with a kettle.

Where's he gone?

Pick up the kids.

In case we have a problem, because Mallory's the killer and he hasn't

killing yet.

Get to them before he does.

I'll see you later.

Where will he be, sir?

Intimidating his receptionist.

I've no time for games. Tell me why you lied.

I did it because he asked me to.

Because I love him.

I love you, Mallory. He killed Rachel. That cow.

That... Holy now, bloody cow, queening over everyone like Mrs. Muck. The alibi

you gave Hugh enabled him to kill another woman. I don't care.

If it was useful to him, I'm glad.

Tell me. Not good.

Mallory arrived ten minutes ago to take the kids away for a surprise.

Where have they taken them?

Well, I don't know. It wouldn't be a surprise for the sir, would it?

Sir.

He's going to kill the kids and then he's going to kill himself.

No, he's not, Hathaway.

I won't allow it.

Get me tech.

Is

this

the surprise?

Yeah.

Are they real?

Completely.

Cool. What did you do to see them? Because they're so special to Mummy.

Did she like them? Not exactly.

She thought they looked like she felt inside her.

But Mummy's pretty.

But Mummy didn't feel pretty inside.

Somebody told her about these guys, so she used to come here apparently quite a

lot.

So she could look at them and think, yes, that is exactly how I am.

Squashed.

Daddy? Yes, dear?

You're hurting my shoulder.

Oh, sorry, sweetheart.

Missing Mummy a bit.

Right, who wants a dinosaur?

Well, I do.

Izzy, hold Daddy's jacket.

I'm going just there to that lady with the shop. Stay right here, OK?

I don't like the little faces.

I'm not a great deal to

go on. Hey, dinosaurs!

Come on.

They're still in the city.

They're indoors, somewhere big, with an echo.

A church.

Not a church.

Too busy.

A library.

The sound over the word is a woman laughing.

You wouldn't laugh like that in a library.

De la.

De la.

I think that's French.

De la. Makes you puke.

It's amused. It's good.

Where would Hugh take the kids to look at something?

If a tourist finds repulsive and yet still funny.

Mummy likes looking at pictures and stuff.

What stuff?

Why does she go on her own to look at stuff?

I need to ask you something, Mr Stoker.

You didn't ever meet, by any beautiful chance, Rachel Mallory.

Rachel Mallory. Rachel.

No?

Thank you.

Alison. What?

Yes, Alison.

Carrier groceries to the car.

She lends me books.

Told me her secret name was Alison. Did she tell you any other secrets? Did she

tell you about the head shrink?

I'm the one who told her.

I know where they are. So do I.

for a guy with two little tiny girls, blonde -haired girls. Sorry, mate.

Go. Go, go, go.

Daddy,

there's dogs in here.

I'm going to dog you.

Maudlin College.

That's where they sing on May morning.

Hugh.

What a good idea.

You know, health and safety for the children. Came all my way a bit.

Ow!

You're hurting me.

Stay where you are.

I want to get up.

Okay, look.

I'm going to count to three. No!

I'm going to count to three.

Hugh. I can still see you. Look at the kids.

Two. Hugh, look at them. Three.

I'll stay off of you, okay?

Right there.

Better for all the children if you're alive.

Even in prison? Oh, will you give it a rest? What do you know about it? I mean,

your wife died.

Boo. Bloody who?

My wife wasn't even my wife. She was someone else's. Shh.

She belonged to everyone in the world except me.

Tell me, because I need to know if I've got this right.

Templeton confronted Rachel.

Rachel called you, said, come home now.

And out it all came.

Alison Bright.

Everything. She told me about it and I still loved her.

I said, we're stronger than this. A love like ours could burn down a city.

But she couldn't stop.

She had to tell you about Madagascar.

Everything built on a lie.

Your love.

Everything. Meaningless.

So you strangled her.

Silly thing is, the person you really wanted to hurt was David.

God I'm tired.

Yes! Yes!

Yes!

Daddy?

Daddy?

Because of

you.

I have a migraine.

Because, and only because of the migraine, I'm not going to raise my

you. Thank you, Ma.

That's a relief.

Intimidating witnesses, Lewis.

One of whom was a child.

Oh, for heaven's sake. I just pulled her face at Daniel to stop him lying.

I never raised a finger. Well, you may have to prove that because the mother's

taken advice.

But you... You take the cake.

I'd like to explain, ma 'am. I bet you would. If I want your opinion, Hathaway,

I'll ask for it.

The incident was witnessed by the public, by children, by the press.

If Mallory had let go, you wouldn't be looking so bloody smug now, would you?

Not smug, ma 'am. It's just the unfortunate shape of my face.

I'm sorry. It just seemed like the right time. Apologies are not enough.

Right psychology, ma 'am.

This is demotion to the ranks.

Royal English arse.

If you put Hathaway in uniform, Mum, I go with him.

Calling my bluff, are you, Lewis?

Do you really think that's wise?

If it gets me out of giving this bloody speech.

Bloody bite for making me do this.

Well, it's better than walking up and down the high street telling tourists of

the time.

Sir.

What?

You're over.

I just wanted you to know how grateful I am before I get drunk, so that you know

I'm in it.

Oh, for God's sake, just write this thing for me, will you?

I might have to get this eye seen to.

Hello, anyone?