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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

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 as substantial.

Zoe, I know you're only 15, but if you got up a bit earlier, then you could

practice your clarinet and we could all have breakfast together. See you later

tonight. We're having nice.

I always do, Leo.

Morning, Ronnie.

Morning, madam.

Traffic's good.

Thank you.

Oxford by 9, 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?

Who's that?

Oh, uh, just a dentist. A reminder for the hygiene of tomorrow.

She's changed her day?

Yeah.

Bye.

Before you say anything, I didn't marry a stupid man, whatever his faults. And

if you keep on contacting me, you're bound to find out.

Hey, Elmo.

Hey, Elmo.

Are you going tonight?

Why? Well, the others are.

I'll see how it feels.

Dublin.

Easter 1916.

And a living nation is 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.

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 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.

And my five 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 Hoth Harbor,

so why not call the whole thing off?

Elmo?

If you spend more time with your feet on the ground, Mr. Wooderson... Have you

read my essay yet? Oh, yes.

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

room's at nine.

So why do 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.

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 need a drink first.

You can stay for one.

Let me tell you this, though.

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. Not

early days, but it could be the other way around. And that's straight from the

horse's mouth. So listen, do me a favour and go and find your mother, will you?

Zoe, of course, would have loved to live in college, but I want to keep an eye

on her.

I apologise for the interruption.

Daddy wants you.

Daddy can wait for a moment.

Thanks for coming.

I was actually just leaving.

I've got something to do.

I'm really sorry.

Can I interest you in a little more?

There you go.

Chop you up, Mr. Tuscan? No, I'm fine.

Here is my wonderful wife.

Let me introduce you.

Oh, I think we met fresh as wheat. How are you, Judith?

I'm fine, thank you.

Oh, hello, darling.

Yes.

I'm Andrea de Ritter, founder of The Gifted Child.

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.

Andrea.

What do you want?

You did do it.

Yeah.

Supposedly caused the police.

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.

Then...

You okay?

You were hitting the wine pretty hard.

What do you want?

You need a hand, son?

No, no, no.

No, nothing.

Come in.

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

Let's try not to be angry.

Andrea De Rissa. She lived alone. She's downstairs.

Who's that?

Liam Cullen.

Friend.

We found her this morning, about nine.

Had a spare key.

Do we know when she died?

Hobson's still taking a look, but I know who killed her.

Albert Einstein.

Single bow to the back of the head. What's that?

Presume the bleach used to get rid of the DNA.

You're learning.

You used to think DNA meant don't know anything.

Better than thinking.

C -I -G sounds like cop within 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 from behind to keep the splatter off the

And then he or she cleaned it up.

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

Right.

A gifted child.

Don't speak about Sergeant Hathaway like that. You'll give him a big head.

It seems to be from some chap called Elmo. I haven't had a proper look, but

could be a boyfriend.

I don't see anything out of place as far as I can see other than Mr.

Einstein. Throw me in on this Liam Cullen.

Don't have a closer look at these letters.

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.

I called here this morning, the lights were still on.

Well, I got no answer. I went back home for a spare set of keys.

I just lived two minutes away.

Did Andrea have a boyfriend?

No.

No, no, she'd have told me.

How close were you?

About five years ago, we had a little fling.

We stayed friends.

Did Andrea know an Elmo?

Elmo Woodson.

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

What?

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

He'd had a skimful. Do you think he and Andrea could have had a relationship?

No.

Now, 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 Almo had a crush on her.

It was reciprocated.

It was more than a crush.

You're bluffing.

Right, thanks.

Nothing known on Elmo Wooderson.

Should be in his politics tutorial now.

No, no, not in the college. It's being held by Donald Voss, who's one of those,

according to the porter.

One of what?

Well, he holds his tutorials by the riverbank or at his favourite coffee

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.

Mind you of anyone? No.

I made the last bit up.

A definition of politics.

Battle of interests masquerading as a contest of principles.

That's not original, by the way. But then I'm allowed to plagiarize. You most

definitely are not.

Dr. Voss.

Yes.

Sorry to interrupt.

Which one of you is Elmo Wooderson? Elmo's not here.

Isn't he meant to be?

Meant to be.

He 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 is not here. This is Detective Sergeant Hathaway.

Boss, I really need a coffee, sir. Can I get you one? No, you go on.

Hey, I recognize 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 DeRitta.

Andrea?

You're kidding.

I'm afraid not.

Wow.

I saw her 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?

His term started.

It's his first year.

Mine too.

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.

Call me.

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 Mr. Ritter had a sexual relationship.

Yeah, but not... 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 you, you better say.

I don't.

And I've got to go tomorrow.

All right.

We're going to want to see you again, so don't go walk about.

You're scared of something.

Andre the Ritter was founder.

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.

Banker blocked her credit cards until she cleared her overdraft.

Well, she was still spending, though. What about that deal off there?

Well, there's your photo.

Presenting the Wilkie Scholarship on behalf of the Gifted Child Organisation.

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

Yeah, 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 birthstring.

No, because she had her own company, Gifted Child Books, which paid her a

healthy salary, but as far as I can tell, published nothing.

So who's backing Gifted Child Books?

Which is which?

Well, that's all I had, so take the pick.

I'll take the cheese. I'm not written porn.

You surprised me, sir. I always had you down as a porn cocktail man.

Too sophisticated for me.

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

Thanks.

Anyway, they're in again. Porn cocktail.

Retro.

Unless they're back out again by now.

I thought you came down a bit hard on Voss about the gifted kids.

Possibly.

Gifted Child Books, a proposed series of essential books in association with the

Suskin Press.

Suskin? 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.

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.

Lights! Lights!

Zoe, aren't you meant to be at a lecture?

Philosophy. Ages yet.

How is the hygienist?

Fine.

Gold star for healthy gums.

Do you want a cup of coffee or something?

No, thanks.

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

Off you go, then.

Love you.

Are you okay?

This wasn't meant to happen.

Oh no, I... It's all going wrong.

I'm pleased you enjoyed my

lies and my secrets.

I did. I thought it was wonderful.

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

I'm flattered.

No, I think that Egan and 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

I'm not sure I have another book in me, Mr Suskin. Well, that's always the risk

with first -time authors. You win some, you lose some. But with me, you'd win.

Or with Suskins, irrespective, because you would...

receive a considerable and non -returnable advance on signature.

Go on.

Gripping those lies and secrets is, I was just wondering whether we could

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, um... You've signed it.

Yeah. This was inside.

You've read that chapter?

Yes, but, um... 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 young man was ejected.

You noticed me.

It was my job for 40 years.

Noticing people.

Oh, there's things.

Oh, hello again.

Jane.

Doing great.

You look very stern today.

Goodbye, Mr. Susskind.

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. Susskind.

Andrea's joint publishing venture...

With the Suskin Press gifted child book.

Yes, yes, what about it?

It just seems rather a one -sided deal, taking a lot of money from Suskins

without producing very much.

Yes, well, Andrea was having problems with her authors, which she told me all

about that.

There weren't any authors.

As far as we can tell, they weren't even paid or contracted.

Well, 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 that 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, as you can imagine.

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

As I understand it, it's her final decision as to who wins the scholarship.

Well, look, I can see you're a policeman with a strong view on the ethics of

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

Where were you last night, sir, after, say, 9 .30?

Me?

Well, if you must know, I once had seen Zoe collect her scholarship and came

back here to work.

Was there anyone here who can confirm that for us?

No. I found a letter on Andrea's computer that she'd started writing to

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

That knowledge is worth a lot.

What? What knowledge?

Was she blackmailing you?

No, no, I never received anything like this.

Was the relationship strictly business?

Yes, it was. She called everyone darling. Look, my wife, my daughter and

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 Anneville was gearing up for blackmail. Even if she hadn't finished

letter, he was rattled.

Help!

with unstable students.

Andrea dumps him. He kills her and then he kills himself.

Are you witnessing?

Not yet, but there wouldn't be unless you happened to be looking up when he

jumped.

Something's not right.

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

Too far out and over.

I think he was pushed.

Definitely.

The killer would have had to get him up on the parapet.

I wonder if he was up here already, if he was being chased.

Don't tell me you've got vertigo.

Acrophobia is a fear of heights.

Vertigo is a balance problem.

Whatever it is, is that what you've got?

No, I've got prawns.

That's why I never risked them myself.

Tasty enough at the time and not worth the worry.

You're going to be sick.

No, no, I need to go to a loo quickly.

How quick do you reckon you can take them to stay?

No one's ever died before.

That I know, I mean.

Not that I really knew Elmo.

He wasn't easy.

A real adult, like you.

Unproblematical 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

else. I never cry.

My dad used to tease me if I did.

I think Mom'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, Dom.

What are you looking for?

Memories.

Anything special?

I'll tell you when I'm ready.

Fine.

Dinner?

When you're ready.

Parkour. Or free running.

You negotiate objects in your way by jumping up and off them or leaping and

climbing over them until you get where you're going. Like an obstacle race?

Except that there's no racing.

It's an urban call.

So almost four could have been just a leap that went wrong.

Ambitious one, if it was.

What about this knife box that he chalked all over his hidey hole?

Could that be the name of a band?

Not one I've heard of.

Oh, 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.

Except that he'd hardly been listening to himself.

Poetic license.

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. Well, his

letters were all over the place.

Well, anyone could have done that.

You know, sometimes you couldn't believe that this is England's second -best

university. You're speaking objectively, of course.

Of course.

It's a policy, let's say, for Donald Voss.

Oh, not up to scratch.

No, this is science. You said you promised so much and deliver worse than

nothing. Maybe he deserved it. No, that's schoolmaster stuff. This is

university. It might explain that properly.

OK.

My gran always used to say, you're sharp. Been sleeping in the knife box.

She'd have been talking about you.

Not the way I feel.

Yeah, OK.

Pack it in for the day. I'll finish up here.

Mill by mouth.

And keep a bowl by the bed.

Thanks for the advice.

See you tomorrow.

Seems good. Work hard.

Don't forget the Morrisons are coming for dinner.

I'll put them off. Why?

Why?

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

I'll see you tomorrow.

Here. Let me help.

Hmm.

That's new.

Don gave it to me.

You're a... You're a tutor.

Yeah.

Wasn't that nice of him? Lovely.

What's the affair?

The Art of Negotiation and Anglo -Irish Treaty.

OK, now don't tell me.

1922, Lloyd, George and Duvalera.

1921, Austin Chamberlain and Michael Collins.

Trust me to get it wrong.

I never was as clever as you.

That doesn't matter, Mum.

Honest.

Shouldn't shout at you like that.

No.

Can we call in at the Irish pub,

the Fiddlers?

Get away from Judith!

like your hair, seeing you tonight, kid, kid. For the love of God, please stop.

I don't think that she would 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 brat like you.

I've got a train to catch.

I have called for leave. There's no need, there's no need.

Next time, you're dead.

And where are...

Thank you, fans.

I don't have a great voice, but you don't need one to sing rebel songs.

And that is why you will 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, uh, three years... Donny, are you okay?

Zoe, come for help, will you?

Leon Suskin, please.

When will he be back?

Do you know by which train?

Yes, his voicemail, please.

Mr. Suskin, Grace Ord.

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 just found something interesting.

Photos of Cullen taken by Andrea last month.

You're blushing again.

Or just getting your colour back?

Blushing, then.

This is work, I hope?

Yes, Mark.

It's a relief.

Donald Voss, remind me. Elmo Woodison's tutor?

Also knew Andrea Dorito.

The hospital has notified us that he's been admitted with arsenic poisoning.

He's been poisoned regularly, over at least a month.

The 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 am 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.

called 999 this morning when Leon Susskind was assaulting you. By the time

attended, he'd gone and you sent us away.

What was that about?

He got the wrong end of the stick.

I thought I was having an affair with his wife.

We were all 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 Ritta were just friends these

days.

But 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 that tart.

So what happened?

Did you decide that she really was a tartan pillar?

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.

Yeah, well, it would for me, Mr Cullen.

Because I've never pinned anything on anyone.

Okay?

Okay?

If you say so.

Your music is too loud!

to help you.

Oh, excuse me, have you seen my daughter, Zoe?

Will he be okay?

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

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 Olmo say anything to you when he saw you?

He heard me the news about Andrew 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. Susker.

Hello.

It's an awful thing to have happened.

Do you know how it did?

Not yet, no.

Why would anyone

poison Voss?

There was nothing in his background.

He's British, originally.

Where from?

Swindon.

Went there once. It was closed.

Yeah. Oh, that's interesting.

Uh, thanks.

Toxicology on Elmo.

Papers of LSD.

But LSD was undetectable.

No, 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. Boss's room is through here.

Thank you.

Cheers.

What would he have had on a regular basis?

Did someone spike his Costa Rican?

No.

Need see any sugar?

We are looking for white crystals, after all.

Does he eat in college?

Usually, but if it's kitchen style for a college waiter, they don't have to be

very clever with all those people around.

This is Leon Suskin. I just wanted to have a word with you about something.

not in Oxford at the moment, but perhaps we could meet tomorrow night at the

Portobello Club, say between 10 and 11.

Anyway, I'll try your mobile.

I'll let his office know that Moss 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. Potter's

study group acting strangely around his coffee, putting something in it.

Like arsenic.

It's halfway around Oxford, I know.

Students are worse gossips than anyone.

How difficult would it be without being spotted?

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

And the table's always covered with books and things.

Never saw any of his group, I don't know.

Fetching his coffee themselves.

I always serve 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 two are as strong as men.

One of the great 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 because he

wasn't there when you had the coffee.

What about Zoe Suskin?

What? Why?

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

It's not average, you mean. There's nothing at all to suggest she had

to do with it.

Why was she at the hospital?

You said she was the only one of his students there.

Well, maybe she cares about him.

In any case, 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.

Oh, knife box, don't remind me.

It's not an anagram, is it?

X, ink, fob, if, knob, X.

Can you pee on demand, Sergeant?

I beg your pardon?

We're going to need a urine sample.

It's time you were tested for arsenic.

That's it.

Thank you.

Change of plan.

Rickman Road.

Suffolk Impress.

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,

when you discover that a woman is not what you think she is... But Liam Cullen

denies even having an affair with Judith.

Sorry, I just didn't want to talk about this.

Well, I do, Mr Suskin, because your assault on Mr Cullen suggests to me that

could have difficulty controlling your temper.

I'm just supposing that on occasion I'd do.

Well, then I'd have to wonder if you were capable of extreme violence if

Especially if you feel betrayed.

You threatened to kill Cullen.

You still think that I killed Andrea, don't you? 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. And are you in a position to contradict that?

Are you in a position to confirm it?

Oh, I meant to ask him if they'd published anything on early Irish

I was reading Elmer's essay last night, and he makes this reference to a 10th

century Irish prince called Fian Bosca.

Now, Brian Beru I've heard of, and Mayan Han, but... Haven't we all?

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

don't know everything, do you? Was it relevant to the investigation?

I don't know. Should it be? Yeah.

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. Well, 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.

They were stabbed.

No weapons have been found as yet, but we've got shoe prints in the soft ground

over here.

Laura?

Ah, Robbie.

First look.

Let's say just between ten and two. I'm off for wounds. It's all a bit messy, so

I can't yet identify this type of weapon, except so that it was small.

Still had his wallet on him, cards and cash.

Oh, well, 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 left for Vox, Leon says he'll be at the Portobello

Club between 10 and 11, so they could meet.

I told Suskin's office that Boss was still in hospital, but if they didn't

the message across to him, then he would have waited at the portobello until 11

and then started walking home.

There's got to be some connection between this and Andrea de Ritter's

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?

I slipped this morning when I was putting in at the bird food.

I just talked to Zoe, if that's okay.

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

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.

It'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 Dylan's chances were 70 -30 when the doctor had already told me he

didn't know.

Well, that's what they told me too, that sometimes you lie for the best of

reasons.

Did your dad hit your mum yesterday?

She slept 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 and 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.

Let's ask in press.

Wasn't a happy marriage, though, was it?

Every unhappy wife knifed her husband.

You're speculating.

Graythorne's book.

Sign.

There's a note.

Who killed Mary, Chapter 8, darling?

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

She killed everyone, darling, Susskind said.

Carly?

You know when I was carrying?

Uh, about five, Monday.

It's after Mr. Suskin left.

What was Greyhound doing here the next day?

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

You're sure it was London Mr. Suskin went to on Wednesday?

Yes. Not Belfast?

Belfast, no.

Okay, thanks.

What?

Email confirmation of a return ticket to Belfast and a hotel.

Northern Ireland and the Troubles.

Some photos ripped out here.

You've got some reading to do. Have a look in your copy. See what those

photos are.

I'm going to see Liam Cullen.

Leon Susskind was attacked last night.

What?

Is he all right?

He's dead.

Are you quite sure that it was Judas Susskind the two of you were fighting

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.

Peter the McNally had 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.

I was here till 2. I asked the staff.

Does the word knife box mean anything to you?

Yeah. It's a buck if you put knives into it.

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 crack.

Yeah, the staff confirm he's all up by, but run a background check on him, will

you? As if he was up doing anything when he worked in Belfast.

Didn't want me to know at first.

How are you getting on?

Well, I spoke to Leon's hotel in Belfast, and they said they ordered a

take him to Queen's University.

Queen said he wanted to take a look in the archives at old yearbooks, but the

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

What about this Chapter 8 and the missing page?

Picture of a young girl.

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

Another picture, same girl.

She'd be at home.

That's it.

And there's nothing I can do for him.

Don's ill.

So we go.

I told her, but she wouldn't.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I, um... 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!

Sorry, Carl.

Chapter 8 covers Grace's career in Northern Ireland.

when she ran double agents inside the IRA. The girl is Mary Keane. She was

in England to Irish parents and she 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 Grey Thord's number one enemy because he was

the IRA's top man at interrogating, i .e.

torturing informers.

Shall I 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 going to do it for him.

And so he does.

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

Who killed Mary?

Why would Andrea de Ritter send this to Leon Susky?

Well, someone's tried to clear her search history and not done a very good

of it, but Andrea had been trying to dig up stuff on Mary.

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 Ord. Or maybe the

acid was just kicking in.

Hathaway, yeah.

Oh, thanks for calling.

Archivist, Queens.

Your Mr.

Susskind's run over 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.

Is there anything you can do?

I'll see if I can sniff out another copy somewhere and factor the picture.

Kind. Thank you. Bye.

1980. Seven. Mary Kane would be, what, 20?

Sir?

Outside the Portobello Club, Leon Fuskin arrives on the dot at ten.

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

Too dark to get the reg or to ID the rider.

Fuskin leaves at 11.

The bike pulls out, following him.

Fiat's following him.

Thanks much.

It's great you're with MI5 again. I thought you'd retired.

Who likes heads of MI5 ever retire?

I don't know. Your guess is as good as mine.

Is it?

It was an approach.

I knew I shouldn't have mentioned it.

We're up against a secret state. They don't fight fair.

Well, actually, you're in the Andy Natler class.

Never.

Hang on a minute, love.

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

Oh, right, 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 would have been psychotic for the rest of his life.

Could he have taken that amount by accident?

Well, it's possible.

But if anybody had a motive to destroy his mind, I'd assume the worst.

Yeah, I'm still here, love.

Terrible name.

Ah, give him my love.

Yeah, I want... Yeah, sorry, love.

I'll go.

No, Laura.

No, no, no, no, just words.

And how is 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 trouble 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 had 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?

Slow drivers.

Yeah?

You've only just missed them.

I sent him some groceries in the car when we 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, well, 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 murder.

That's usually tax or money, isn't it?

Bike's engine's down cold.

He hadn't just arrived.

Overnight, then.

I'll see what CCTV footage we've got of Susk in 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.

Half the way.

Thanks.

Belfast law firm where Cullen worked acted for suspected IRA members. One of

partners was even convicted for harbouring an IRA gunman. Shall we bring

in for questioning?

The Chief Constable, please.

Dame Grace Ord.

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

I spoke to someone in the history faculty. I'm hated by the social

historiographers. Which is serious.

Leon Susskind was murdered while you were in hospital.

Yeah, I know.

Zoe told me.

Well, 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 Fuskin's killing and

the attempt on your life. Like what? I only knew Leon, who's Zoe.

Might be an idea to have protection.

What, a cop on the landing?

I'll look after myself.

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

It's your choice.

Grace Ord 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 Liam Suskin leave Oxford

Station. And his ex -special branch.

Tread carefully, then.

I'd really like your support in this, ma 'am. I... You have it within bounds.

That's all.

Aunt... Hathaway tested positive.

Sorry? For arsenic.

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'd 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.

Well, somebody had to defend the boys.

It's not over yet, you know.

Are you ever in the IRA, Liam?

No comment.

On another matter, are you having an affair with Judith Suskin?

Judith Suskin's a friend. What about the pep she sent her?

Flirtation.

Sometimes they say no when they mean yes.

They being women.

You've got a black eye for those texts.

I've got a torn shirt.

You ever heard of a 10th century Irish prince called Skian Bosca? A prince?

Skian's the Gaelic for knife.

Bosca.

Box.

Even the way you say it.

Any ideas on the Suskin murder weapon yet?

Well, it's quite a selection.

It'll take me a little while to make up my mind, Robbie, but I think I'm there.

Just to find somebody who likes cheese.

Thanks.

Why colour Nick Belfast?

I'll go.

They're still digging on Eileen Norman.

How long we got her for?

Plenty of time yet.

You're bailed, Mr.

Cullen. Third time.

Why? Because I've got better things to do just now than concern myself with a

communal garden, hopefully harmless stalker.

You've been stalking Judith Suskin.

Stalking?

It was just flotation. 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, wasn't it? 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.

Eileen Norman's maiden name is Keane. She's Mary's aunt.

Eh?

Eileen Norman is Mary Keane's aunt?

Well, then...

Her poisoning Vos only makes any sort of sense if she's avenging Mary's murder.

And if Vos is the IRA man who killed her.

No, Gretel said he was dead.

No, no, no. When you assumed that, she just said, I knew you were bright.

Then why would he kill Leon?

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

How did Vos get out of the hospital, kill Leon and get back in without anyone

knowing in his state? Well, maybe he was pretending to recover more slowly than

he actually was.

That wasn't bad. First things first, let's find out if we're right about Vos.

Gene Innocent's come up trumped, so this time I won't be fobbed off by Amazing

Grace. You go and see if Vos could have left the hospital.

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

It's an official secret.

Yeah, and you have an unofficial secret.

I beg your pardon?

My superintendent has contact.

Your husband spends the week at the London house while you play Mrs. Iggy

out here.

Leave, Inspector, now.

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

weeknights here.

Not only that, but I have a boot print that I reckon places him within spitting

distance of where Leon Suskin was murdered.

He was too late.

Fuskin was already dead.

You say.

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

into a murder inquiry, but if I have to, I have to.

Now, who killed Mary Keane?

Here's Donald Boss's care record.

Afternoon, wakefulness, some improvement, meal by mouth.

Later ordered a glass of milk and a cheese platter. That was for his

Zoe.

Conlon 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 Conlon 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 RA man getting the bullet instead.

Of course.

And 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.

A Donald Foss.

Well, even after he'd killed Mary.

We got her out too.

The killing was staged.

Mary Keane is still alive.

Donald Voss is Conlon Doheny, codename Knifebox.

Well, how would Elmo know that?

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

He overheard something.

Then he tells Andrea, and she sees an opportunity for blackmail.

And Elmo couldn't resist putting Knifebox or Skian Bosco into his essay

wind Voss up.

So it's got him killed as well as angry.

I overheard who?

Vos and Mary. Who's Mary?

Keep up, you're the bright kid.

Picture from Belfast.

I'm on my way.

Why stop?

I think it'll do us good to get away for a couple of days.

Who is that text from?

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

And take that off.

Why? Don't.

Aren't you?

Why didn't you answer my text?

Zoe, stay up there!

How could you have killed my husband?

It was you who told me he'd worked it all out.

I'm giving 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.

Gone now.

I'm not coming back to you.

Oh, Mary.

Mary, my love.

He's got a gun.

Stay there.

Will you not fly away with me?

I love you. We're different people now.

I give up everything for you.

I betrayed a cause I believed in.

I left my country, my friends, my family. So come with me.

No.

So do you know what I was meant to do back then?

Only this time, you fucked.

And 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 Greythorne's book?

Leon, he found it when we first met.

It was my only little bit of Mary.

You stripped him of 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 toughy -nosed prat, Conrad.

So now there's two of us.

And that's just for starters.

Give me the gun.

Thank you, Mary.

We've got Conan Doney, aren't we?

My way would have been better.

He killed my niece, my Mary, but he still lives.

Mary was like a daughter to me.

You're rubbish.

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

That's advanced science.

Erica Penland. Thank you.

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?

I'm thinking more than mortuary.

I'll cook.

I'll bring a bottle.

Of course, the correct term for a code name is a kryptonite. I told you that.

Am I five?

So it.

Really, Karen, but... What, by am I five?

Who even got me to sign something?

I changed my mind.

Well, did you get away with it?

I used invisible ink.

Drink, sir?

Mine's a pint.

Shaken, not stirred.