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Reason to believe that he was moonlighting as a sidekick.

That's absurd.

He was one of my best post -grads.

A true sceptic. I'm sorry, but your daughter convinced her that there might

miracle.

Classic denial.

He's trying to tell me who killed him.

Frank McLean.

I don't trust anyone else in this world or the next.

So what are you telling me? Crane had Reuben killed in order to silence him.

I can't be seen with you.

Vicky!

You look in the centre of the bruising, you'll see a tiny hole, which may seem

familiar. Same as the one on Reuben Beatty's arm.

Someone just banged into her.

Next thing, she's on the ground.

A figure in a hoodie ran off, got away.

And a woman.

No idea.

Quick on the feet, I'll give them that.

Injected, same drug, etorphin.

I heard you were with her when she died.

That's rough, I'm sorry.

Yeah.

At all things, we've had a result from our inquiries.

Gartington Equine Centre reported this theft.

Sleep last night?

I should have stayed with her.

When she told me about Crane, she was scared for her life.

Don't give yourself a hard time, James.

Professor Crane's her boss. He got her into it. See what he's got to say about

it.

Detective Inspector Lewis?

Yeah. Lucy Sober.

This is exciting.

Do you like horses, Inspector?

When I bet on a winner, yeah.

It's my passion.

I eat, breathe and sleep horses.

You should come for a trek.

The old plodders are quite safe.

Never underestimate a plodder.

I'm sorry to have to bring you in at what must be a very difficult time for

Don't be. You have an investigation to conduct. But if you're going to ask me

the same questions about Vicky that you've asked me about Reuben...

then I'm going to give you the same answer. I have no idea why anybody would

want either of them dead.

Could it have something to do with the work you've been offered, Professor?

Work? For the militancy.

I understand you've been offered a great deal of money to undertake it, and

Reuben was jeopardising that by threatening to go public about it. That

give you motive for Reuben's murder and probable cause for Vicky's.

Who told you this?

Did Vicky come to see you after Ruben was killed?

Did she ask you if you'd killed him or knew anything about his death?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Where were you between the hours of four and five yesterday afternoon?

That's easy.

I was doing my daily jog, and if you want to check that, you can ask the man

the juice bar in the market. I always buy a drink there.

You said on the phone that a small amount of it totally disappeared from

stuff? 0 .25 milligrams, to be exact.

I had no idea it was missing until your lot asked us to check.

We only use it in emergencies, until the vet can get here.

Whereabouts is it stored?

All our pharmaceuticals were kept in the dispensary. I'll show you.

I have no idea who might have taken it.

Has someone abducted a horse or something?

Were you approached by the military to design a trial for them?

No, but I do find the idea intriguing, I must say.

What sort of trial?

Have you found any social secret attacks?

Let me tell you about Reuben and Vicky.

Reuben was the clear -headed one. He was driven, you know, detached.

My protege, in fact.

He set up shop as a clairvoyant.

He didn't tell you, your protege.

He branched out with Vicky. That must have stung.

Now, Vicky, the total opposite.

She's brilliant, but excitable. The type of person who may well submit to

hysterical conspiracy theories to justify the object of her affection's

Are you claiming that you didn't approach Vicky to assist you in the

instead of Reuben? Had there been any sort of trial, I assure you I would have

favoured Reuben over Vicky.

This cupboard is always locked, and I think he's in the office.

I'm the only one who can administer it, and always with an antidote to hand.

An accidental injection can be fatal for a horse.

For a human being, too.

Gosh, yes.

You're not telling me it's been used to kill someone.

Two people, in fact.

That's awful.

How many people have access to the office, Lucy?

Lots of people.

And how often do you do a stop date?

We do one annually.

In fact, we probably do for one round about now, thanks for the reminder.

I'm going to need a list of all your staff and paying customers.

I understand your position. You have a great deal to protect, a great deal to

frightened of.

Nothing to be afraid of. I'm telling the truth.

Reuben Beatty was drugged and then kept alive knowing that he faced certain

death.

Tortured.

Terrorised for information, maybe.

Doesn't that bother you, Professor?

Takes a lot of effort to keep your hand still, doesn't it?

I was watching you earlier through the mirror.

Ah, studying the lab rat, eh?

I'm trapped.

Don't forget I'm used to sitting where you're sitting.

Deconstructing people.

Helping them cope with the truth. Or failing that.

Working out why they're in denial.

Denial of what? That they aren't part of something greater than themselves.

You know, we're no different, you and I.

Here you are, trying to break me down.

Except your subjects aren't criminals or liars.

You know real evidence, therefore you've no reason to keep me here.

It's quite in keeping with the blindness of your faith.

My little death.

Those who don't believe in God.

Readily admit it.

I'm keeping you here because I think Vicky was telling the truth.

And you're not.

Then talk to me when you have some proof.

You can tell how busy we've been.

And this is without the drop -ins and the holidaymakers.

Thanks.

When was the last time you used a toffee?

Less than a year ago.

It was awful.

A dressage horse slipped and broke its leg during training for a national

competition. It hit the ground and rolled onto its rider, a teenage boy.

He was crushed from the waist down. His mother was running the session, a

championship rider herself and very ambitious for her children to follow in

footsteps.

We suspected she'd been pushing the horse and son too hard.

Into my heart, an air that kills.

From yon far country blows, what are those blue remembered hills?

What fires, what farms are those?

This is the land of lost intent, I see its shining flame.

The happy highways where I went, and cannot come again.

So what happened to the boy?

He's been more or less confined to a wheelchair ever since.

The horse had to be put down. It was a good day.

Everyone was screaming and panicking.

So amid all this chaos, your stockroom could have been left unlocked for a

Yeah, I suppose.

It's our customers.

What?

Bollies? Volunteers.

Can't get enough of them.

Justine Skinner.

Thanks, Lucy.

Queen's alibi checked out, sir.

What about this work Vicky said he'd taken on this contract?

He's holding out on us. He says it's some hysterical fabrication on Vicky's

part.

Don't rule that out.

Well, whether she was right or wrong, he was spooked by something.

Unless he was just grieving.

How did you get on?

0 .25 milligrams of etorphine stolen from Galsing sometime in the last year.

And guess who volunteers there?

Justine Skinner, the cat killer.

What, you're saying Justine Skinner killed Reuben?

Well, she wasn't his office.

Yeah, but she was right here in custody when Vicky Warnsley died.

Well, maybe she had an accomplice. Maybe one of her clients proved malleable to

suggestion.

Whatever. She's our only link between Reuben and the Ator fiend, so we'd

keep an eye on her.

What do you want?

If you were kosher, darling, you'd know.

I've got Vicky here, jogging.

That's where I called her name.

Berkeley, she's on the ground. Whoever did it's gone.

Probably there.

Can you wind that back?

Did you stop it there?

Can you blow that bit up?

Anyone make out if they're male or female?

Someone says called, asking to speak to you in connection with the BT murder.

Do they have a name?

Joshua Grace.

He says he's Polly BT's brother.

Joshua. Inspector Lewis.

This is my colleague, Detective Sergeant Hathorne.

Is it Joshua or Josh?

Josh.

I'll be nervous.

Anything you tell us here is just between us, OK?

What do you want to tell us, Josh?

You know the day Reuben was murdered?

In that office?

Yeah.

Okay,

take your time.

Mum went there.

Where? To Ruben's office in Oriole Street that day.

I know because I was in a car.

What time was this?

After school, about half three. I didn't think anything of it. She's always

running errands, but then Polly told me where Ruben's office was.

How do your mum and Reuben get on?

Mum likes to get her own way.

She wants her daughter to get a first in psychology or her son to be a

championship rider.

You don't really have much say.

Look what I had to do to get out of it.

Did this happen at Garson?

I don't think mum killed him or anything, but she might know something.

Get over to their house and talk to the mother.

If she doesn't admit she was in Reuben's office that day, take her fingerprints.

I'll compare them with the unidentified one's soccer fan.

You found out who did it?

Not yet. Is your mum in?

This is Detective Sergeant Hathaway.

He's investigating Reuben's murder.

Oh, do sit down. I hope you've got some news for us.

I think it might be better if I spoke with your mother alone.

This is about Reuben. I've every right to stay.

Darling, why don't you go and check on Sarah?

Mrs. Grace. Jane.

Please.

Did you know that Reuben was renting an office on Oriel Street?

Yes. That's where he was killed, right?

Did you know before?

No, of course not.

We have evidence that suggests you did and that you visited him the day he was

killed.

What?

I'd advise you at this juncture that withholding information in a murder

is a very serious offence.

Mum.

I did know about the office.

What?

He was never at home. I presumed he was having an affair. I followed him one day

from the department.

You spied on him. Someone had to make you see sense.

I knew you'd just keep on making excuses for him. You just wanted to get rid of

him. I thought if I could give you a concrete reason. So why didn't you, Mum?

Oh, believe me, I wanted to. Why didn't you tell me? Because I never found him

with another woman, all right?

Why did you go to Reuben's office the day he was murdered?

Jane.

Talk to him.

To confront him.

He told me he was doing some counselling on the side.

Asked me not to tell Polly.

I thought I didn't trust him.

I offered him money to divorce her.

He did what?

He said he didn't care whether I trusted him or not.

He told me he loved Polly.

He was hoping to surprise her with a deposit for a proper family home.

For her and Sarah.

I didn't tell you before, because the next thing, Reuben was dead.

I knew how it would look.

This is a serious offence. You were the last person to see Ruben alive and you

didn't come forward. I didn't kill him.

Joshua told you, didn't he?

You all right?

Yeah.

In a way, Mum's done me a favour.

At least now I know he did love me.

I can't shake the idea of him and Vicky having an affair.

They weren't.

Maybe I should talk to her.

You can't. She was murdered yesterday.

You've been convinced that they were having an affair gives you a motive.

You can't think I killed them.

No, I was angry with both of them, yes, but only because I didn't want to lose

him. I love him more than anything.

I could never... He's the father of my child.

Have you told us everything you know?

Yes.

Except... Yeah?

Justine's not picking up, so I'm going round there.

I want to know what happened to that ator fiend from the Garth Lincoln Riding

School. What did Josh's mother have to say?

She admits going to see Reuben, she denies killing him, she had motive, she

opportunity, but no reason to kill Vicky.

I'll call you back.

I was looking for answers.

I couldn't make any sense of it.

I'm gonna need to take this.

God, no.

Justine?

Justine. Who did this to you?

Frank McLean.

Frank

McLean, the

guy she reckons killed Reuben.

As a result, some message from beyond the grave.

Yeah, yeah.

But you did warn us that there was a woman in trouble.

Who, Vicki Wormsley or herself?

Well, the afterlife's obviously a bit vague on the specifics.

So we've certainly got enough to go after McClane for assault.

Well, that's not all we've got, sir.

What the hell does all this mean?

Well, according to Vicky, Ruben did his psychic hearings on Tuesdays and

Wednesdays, so these are his client's initials and the order of the

appointments. How many times did Justin's been able to get in?

Just the one.

And he died on a Tuesday?

Well, he's booked up for most of the mixed...

A few weeks, so there should be a J .S. in here somewhere.

Our clients became regulars. He must have been good.

I never realised so many people fell for this kind of thing.

Reef makes people irrational.

Can't blame them for that, I suppose.

You can blame the parasites that feed off them.

It would come as a hell of a blow to find out that this was some sort of

scam.

Maybe someone did.

There she is.

Justine Skinner and F .M.

Frank McLean. He was booked at three. He says he left early.

K .D .S .S. Susan Smith, he found her in his body.

Louis.

Ah, right.

Thanks.

So K .D. was due in after she left.

We have McLean in custody.

Would you please take the courtesy of explaining why I'm here?

Maybe you'd do me the courtesy of explaining how you got those grazes on

hand.

Justine Skinner is in hospital.

When you left her for dead... Oh, please. ..she blacked out.

If she hadn't been able to reach her phone... An hour later.

..she'd probably still be lying there now.

Well, I am sorry about that, but it's nothing to do with me.

I got you so wrong.

I thought, here's a man that wouldn't kill somebody when he can break them

with words.

Never had you down as a coward who would beat up a defenseless woman.

When I saw you, I thought, now here's a man that won't present any great

challenge with his simple questions and his dumb open face.

And I wanted to find out who'd incriminated me, so I fired some names.

You reacted to Justine's hooking up.

I cold read you in a heartbeat.

She would say lax, Inspector.

A psychic and his colleague have been murdered and now another psychic has

viciously attacked.

Forensics are crawling over our home as we speak.

I only meant to scare her.

She's a vulnerable woman.

You violated the sanctuary of her home.

She set me up.

She said she'd seen a vision of me in that dead bloke's office.

All because I'd written on my blog that she was a disturbed, cat -murdering

spinster.

So I confronted her and she came at me and I pushed her away.

And that was all.

Can you read my face now, Frank?

I've never known a man of so much arrogance and self -belief. Not anymore

mess.

What you said before about what if Ruben's clients found out it was a

that whatever got them through their pain was a lie.

I imagine they'd feel broken.

Wouldn't Professor Crane's subjects feel the same?

Crane says that he wants to work out why people believe in the paranormal, but

he's also desperate to prove that any faith, including religion, is pernicious

because it affects people's ability to think rationally.

He wants to push his subjects to the limits of their belief. Maybe he pushed

of them too far.

Vicky and Reuben conducted his experiment.

Maybe one of their subjects wanted revenge.

Who's that?

Mom?

Professor Crane is out of bounds.

What? Crane is out of bounds.

So is who?

It doesn't matter who. But, ma 'am, we need to get into his research files.

You think he's involved?

Well, we haven't ruled out the idea that he might have killed Reuben and Vicky

to protect some potentially lucrative source of income.

But there's also a second line of inquiry we'd like to pursue with him.

In that case, I'll rephrase. Professor Crane is going to be out of bounds.

Out of when?

First thing tomorrow morning.

And you really can't tell us why or who gave you the instruction?

You've got ten hours. I wouldn't waste your time trying to get anything out of

me.

This is borderline harassment.

Your alibi checks out.

Then what are you doing here?

Why are you so jumpy, Professor?

It's because your colleagues have been murdered and you don't want to be next.

Don't you care what happened to Reuben and Vicky? What could that do?

She was running for her life.

Didn't know if she was safe at home, in the lab, in a crowd.

I'm not big on sentiment.

They weren't like children to me, but I was very fond of them.

And I am so bitterly sorry that I ever got them involved in this sleep

deprivation experiment.

But please, I cannot disclose any details about my employers.

That's not why we're here.

How do you select subjects for your experiments, Professor?

We mainly use adverts in the local press or the Oxford journals or the

department's website.

Is there a specific type of individual you look for? It varies from one

experiment to the next. But why are you now interested in the subjects?

We think it's possible one of them killed your students.

We're looking for someone with the initials KD.

Right, well, the details will be in here somewhere.

How does this work?

People tell you what they believe and you just prove it?

Yeah, we question it. We counter their beliefs with logic.

We try and understand why they hold on to such views despite all the evidence

the contrary.

They come to us voluntarily. They know exactly what to expect.

If we break them down, then their conviction must have been shaky in the

place. Of course it has nothing to do with you browbeating them into

This last list of volunteers three months ago, there's no one with the

KD.

The last investigation was a few weeks ago.

Vicky led it, under my supervision, and Ruben... Here it is.

An investigation into the mechanism upholding spiritual conviction.

Sir.

What is it?

I think I know who killed Vicky and Reuben.

Heel down! Now!

Down! Down! What's going on? Alan. Doctor.

Arresting you on suspicion of the murders of Reuben Beattie and Vicky

Who else is in the house?

No one. My wife goes swimming at this time.

Try, get him down to the station.

But I haven't done anything wrong.

It's a place totally any evidence of it at all.

I'm placing a photograph of Reuben Beattie in front of Canon Dutton.

You recognise this man?

Yes.

From the news.

Reuben Beattie was sedated with barbiturates. And then fatally injected

etorphine. He came to see me about it, likened it to euthanasia. Though to me

sounded more like torture.

You're familiar with barbiturates, Mr Dunham?

I give Catherine, my wife, a barbiturate -based pharmaceutical to help her

sleep. But you also had access to etorphine.

Didn't you when you and Catherine worked as conservationists in Angola?

Yes, but I don't know I'm here.

Why do you think I did this?

Did you volunteer for an experiment at the Department of Psychology three weeks

ago to...

Examine the resilience of spiritual belief when challenged by a sustained

of logic and reason.

Yes, why?

I'm placing a second photograph in front of Canon Dutter.

Do you recognise this woman?

I'm not sure.

Vicky Wormsley led the experiment, assisted by Ruben Beattie.

That opposite, you persistently challenged your spiritual beliefs.

That can't have been easy.

Professor Andrew Crane oversees the experiments for the university's

of Psychology.

You just said you volunteered, Mr. Dutter, and yet you don't seem sure that

met any of the people involved.

Reuben Beatty was also a practicing psychic under the name of Randolph

His appointment book tells us that you visited him regularly for the past three

months. Your last appointment was on the day he was murdered.

So why are you pretending you never met him?

I was ashamed.

When Joe died, I wanted to stay strong for my wife.

But the grief was eating me away.

So you went to see a psychic?

Yes.

And you brought her back.

Just like she used to be.

Found anything?

The wife's name is Catherine Dutter with a K.

Dutter's covering for her.

She was at the lab.

She was a volunteer for Crane's experiment.

And that's where she saw Reuben. And Vicky.

And Crane.

We just found the atorphin.

Get over to his place.

Catherine with a K.

The initials in Ruben's appointments book are KD.

Where is she?

Where's your wife, Mr. Dutter?

Let me speak to her. She isn't home yet.

A man's life could be at stake.

Stop trying to protect her. She lost her daughter. You have no idea how close

they were.

When Jo died,

Catherine looked for her everywhere.

Wanted to talk to her.

She said the psychic helped.

She wasn't living in the real world.

All that seemed to matter to her were those sessions with Randolph James.

I was leaving her.

To our dead daughter.

I signed up for the experiment to prove to myself that Jo was gone.

But I wasn't the one that needed convincing.

So I sent Catherine in my place.

In Crane's lab.

She saw a psychic.

He wasn't called Randolph. It was Reuben.

Postgraduate. Cold.

Detached. Self -absorbed.

She hasn't been right since.

Whatever she's done.

Damned me.

Any sign of Crane?

Not here.

Neighbours told him to head off for a run about 15 minutes ago.

He could be anywhere.

He said he always stops in at the market when he goes for a jog.

Meet me down there.

You see the short guy, Oxford professor, comes in here and has a drink every

day.

See ya, man.

Not day.

Professor Craig!

Are you all right?

Halfway, man.

Talk to me.

Please.

You got the break.

Oh, God.

Where did you get the atorphine?

Catherine.

We used it on elephants in Angola.

I smuggled it in, ready for when Joe died so I could join her.

But I was too scared.

In case Joe wasn't there and it all just went black.

Is that when you went to see a psychic?

I must have been a walkover.

But I couldn't stop talking about her.

But it didn't matter.

It was good.

It was like she was in the room.

Told me she was healthy.

Having fun.

Missing me.

Cannon wanted me to do the spiritual conviction experiment.

I thought I could stay strong.

But it was in a sterile lab.

This girl was grilling me, mocking me, while her boss looked on, observing me

like a rabbit in a cage.

They were wiping Joe out.

All I wanted to do was get out of there, see my psychic.

And then I did see him.

My psychic.

In that lab.

Randolph James.

The man who brought Joe back to me.

Did he see you?

He didn't look at anyone.

He was lining people up to be passed on to the professor.

Why did you sedate Reuben before you killed him, Catherine?

He was happy enough to speak for Joe.

I wanted him to know what it felt like to be her.

Vicky? She was just a young girl doing her job.

She had no belief to take.

So I took her life instead.

The world represents the ending of one cycle of life before the next begins.

It teaches us that true happiness lies in giving ourselves back to the world,

taking what we've learned and moving forward.

But the emphasis is on moving forward.

Does that make sense?

Yes. I'm looking for a new house for us two and my brother.

Great about your neck, eh?

Yeah, who'd have thought rugby tackling a syringe -wielding murderer would be

such good physio?

An inch and a half of foam away from certain death.

Just think, if you hadn't made it, I might have had to go and see a psychic.

Would have been a very one -sided conversation.

You say that now.

You'd miss me if you were gone.

So...

You don't think Justine was the real thing?

She knew Reuben had been killed before we told her.

It's strange she didn't tell us something we didn't already know.

Strange how the higher powers are so ambivalent, eh?

Come on.

Let's get back.

I don't think I want to.

I used to feel like that.

What happened?

The next case.

Can we just sit here for a minute?

Of course we can.

Well, if you like, Lewis, can we suggest a bit of Marple tomorrow night right

here on ITV?

She's heading to a London pub run by three witches.

It's bizarre what the death of an old friend will unearth.