All language subtitles for Lewis - 08x03 - Beyond_Good_and_Evil Parts 1 and 2.Eng

WAGNER - Lohengrin -
Prelude to Act 3

Cheers.

Should you misplace or lose any item
within the secure area...

.. it must be reported to a member of
staff immediately. Yes, I know.

I have been here once or twice
before.

Just doing my job, Doctor.

~ How was his weekend?
~ Good.

He was out in the allotment
yesterday, as you suggested.

Very good.
Sleeping? Any improvement?

Better.

Lawrie, you have a visitor.

Dr Sally Rook.

Feeding time at the zoo, then, is
it?

Still as keen on the old sorcerer
as ever, then, Graham.

According to this, quality time
should be measured not in minutes,
but in moments.

So, an hour here is equivalent to a
fortnight in Rimini?

Well, I wouldn't say that.
But it'll do for starters.

Oh, I'd better get that, sorry.

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, I can be there in about half
an hour.

OK, see you.

Innocent.

I've got to go. Sorry.

Don't be daft. You'd better get
going. I'll deal with this.

It was a nice moment while it
lasted.

What sort of new evidence?

Cross-contamination of DNA in the
forensics lab.

It's not looking good.

You're not serious? Graham Lawrie is
a certified psychopath.

And one who, for the past 13 years,
has consistently protested his
innocence.

Well, with respect, he's guilty.

We found his DNA at the crime scene.

Heston Forensics have already been
implicated in two other appeals.

~ Both convictions were overturned.
~ He killed three of our own!

~ Bashed their heads in with a hammer!
~ I don't like this any more than you
do, Robbie.

~ Well, when's this appeal being heard?
~ Day after tomorrow.

It might come to nothing.

Well, I hope you're right.

If Nietzsche is right and God is
dead,

then it's up to us to shape our own
morality.

Can we accept this challenge?

If we don't, we've just failed
Nietzsche's only real test of being
human.

Thank you, Luke.

Hello.

Are you OK?

There's been a big increase in
traffic on the site
since the appeal started.

~ Trolling and hate mail as usual?
~ No. Not all of it.

Lots of supportive messages.

We're really getting somewhere this
time.

~ I think there's a good chance.
~ I'm not free yet.

Soon.

No.

~ Did you bring the book?
~ Yes, of course.

Oh, thank you.

I really do appreciate everything
you've done, Pamela.

Ah, Jean Innocent's right.
This isn't looking great.

Why?

"They consistently failed to follow
basic laboratory procedures."

He's tried every legal trick in the
book over the years. None of them
have worked.

That's pretty much what Jean said.

Yeah, well, she's right.

Look, I know how difficult it was
for you - for everyone. I was there.

Three funerals in one month.

It was a bad job.
We should have caught him sooner.

You are gonna have to let it go.

Graham Lawrie is securely locked up,
and that's where he's gonna stay.

Nah, if he gets out it's down to me.

The case against him should have
been stronger. Everybody knows it.

~ As requested, one packet of pork
scratchings.
~ Thank you.

Well, they say
you can take the girl out of Leeds...

~ There's nothing wrong with them!
~ There's nothing right with them.

~ They're very good.
~ I will take your word for it.

So how are you enjoying life
amongst the dreaming spires?

Hm, yeah. I mean, obviously
the locals are a bit odd.

They grow on you.

No, it's fine, actually.

Er, Tony's working all the hours
down at the pumping station,

but I think we're beginning to
settle in.

~ How is he?
~ Why don't you ask him yourself?

~ How are you doing?
~ Good.

Hiya.

Er, James was just asking
how you're enjoying Oxford.

Apart from the cyclists, you mean?

Had a bit of a prang this morning.

~ It's like the Tour de France.
~ All part of the charm. You get used
to it.

Yeah, I lived in Cowley till I was
ten, so I know the place pretty
well.

Better than this one, anyway.

~ Bit of a homecoming, then?
~ Oh, yes... something like that.

~ What are you drinking?
~ Pint, please.

Same again.

God, I'm looking forward to getting
home - bath and feet up.

What you up to tonight?

Meant to be going for a curry with
the missus.

~ Oscar Mike Three, are you receiving?
~ Oscar Mike Three receiving, over.

Just received a report of a
potential jumper at St Saviour's
Tower, over.

Seems like the curry'll have to
wait. Come on.

(Siren wailing)

I've got it. Back in five.

Oh, Mark, you're a star. Thank you.

~ The tower isn't open to the public.
~ I'd like to check it out, just to be
sure.

Be my guest. I'm not going up there.
I've got bad knees.

Through the cloister.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

My name's Mark. I'm a police
officer.

You're not in trouble.
I just want to talk to you...

~ Hey, Laura.
~ Oh.

Attacked from behind.
Heavy force to the back of the head.

He wouldn't have stood a chance.

~ Have you informed the family?
~ Er, wife's a paramedic.
Six-month-old baby.

27. Murdered trying to save a life.

Charity is the prerogative of the
weak. The weak have taken power.

That is the tragedy.
Strong men are being oppressed.

Men of will. Masters.
Are you a master, Wilkins?

~ Or are you a slave?
~ I don't know.

Society doesn't produce
many exceptional individuals.

But those that are,
they can change the world.

Perforating fracture, with one heavy
strike.

Weapon passed through both tables of
the skull, leaving a more or less
clean opening.

~ Any thoughts on the weapon?
~ Heavy, with a sharp point.

~ What, like a pick-axe or something?
~ Yeah, or...

.. a roof slater's hammer.

I've been digging around
in the archive overnight.

And a bit before your time, but back
in 2001,

I worked on the... Graham Lawrie
murders.

He killed three policemen.
I remember.

His first victim, PC Neal Chadwick.

Killed by a blow to the back of the
head, with a heavy, pointed object.

The weapon was never found.

The puncture wound through the skull
left a striation mark.

A signature ragged edge. See?

Thing is... I found exactly the same
marks from last night.

~ Oh, God.
~ I think you need to talk to Robbie.

MAN: Hello, yes, I've just seen
someone at the top of St Saviour's
Tower.

I think they're threatening to jump
off.

Right... and are you with them now?

Sorry? You're breaking up there...

Can I just take your name?
(Static over phone)

~ That's it. ~ The phone's been switched
off ever since.

Just like in 2001.

Three police officers, Neal Chadwick,
Jimmy Alderman and Martin Wong.

All killed by Graham Lawrie,
currently a patient in Thamesmarsh.

At the time, he was working as a
roofer at St Saviour's.

And obviously he hated the police.

Each of the officers was lured with a
999 call,

and then hit on the head with a
hammer.

And now Constable Mark Travis,

killed in the same way,
and at the same spot, as Chadwick.

Obviously there are uncomfortable
echoes here.

Echoes? He's clearly involved.

He must have an accomplice on the
outside,

someone he's passing instructions to.

Or someone trying to make it look
that way.

Why wait until now?

~ He's been inside for 13 years.
~ His appeal starts tomorrow.

Obviously, he'll do anything
to discredit the original conviction.

I want updates on Travis's family,
friends and colleagues.

A background check, social media
check for any threats and his arrest
history.

We're also asking everyone to be on
alert, travel in pairs,

let other officers know where you
are when responding to a call.

Thank you.

Robbie... Can I have a word?

So what am I meant to do, just sit on
my hands?

You can advise, but this is
Hathaway's case.

You need to step back
and let him get on with it.

I know Graham Lawrie better than
anyone.

I was there. I arrested him.

I know how personal this is for you,
but that's the problem.

I need open minds on this case
and you don't have one.

I've got the press all over it like
a rash.

The reputation of the whole force is
on the line.

~ So I'm not to be trusted, is that it?
~ Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I trust your judgment more than I
trust my own. But you need to trust
Hathaway.

Hoax call. Same MO.

So you think there's something in
what Lewis was saying?

~ Well, it's one theory.
~ And the other?

If the original weapon's been used
again,
either he gave it to somebody or...

Or he wasn't the killer in the first
place.

We have to consider it.
Dig up everything we've got on the
original case.

~ Who sees Lawrie, does he write to
anyone... ~ I've checked already.

Access to him is controlled
by his doctor, Sally Rook.

She diagnosed him in the trial.

On the outside, Lawrie is a perfect
mimic of a normal human being.

Sincere, intelligent - even charming.

~ And on the inside?
~ All is chaos.

A fundamental lack
of internal personality structure.

He's a perfect psychopath.

You sound like you admire him.

From a research point of view, I do.

We need to establish who has access
to him,

any visitors he's had, any
correspondence he may have received.

Of course.

And I'm gonna need to speak to him
myself.

I don't see how that will help you.

How's that?

He enjoys lying. It gives him power.

Then he likes to tease the lie
right under your nose.

Now... that's the list of visitors
for the past 12 months.

Lots of letters arrive.

Oh, he doesn't get to read them,
and er... he's not much of a writer.

~ Just three visitors?
~ He's not much of a people person
either.

~ I think there's one missing.
~ I don't think so.

Well, I assume you need to be on
here?

Ah, I see.

Yes, of course.

~ Where were you at 7pm yesterday?
~ I was still here, working.

You can check... but then again
everyone I work with is a liar.

~ Katherine Warwick's his solicitor,
right? ~ Uh-huh.

~ And what about Pamela Carson?
~ Er, bookbinder at the Bodleian.

She's leading a campaign for Lawrie.

He claims he's a victim
of a miscarriage of justice.

There's always one, isn't there?

~ And then... Brendan Ward? ~ Is a
philosophy fellow here at Ripley.

What does he want with Lawrie?

Nietzsche is outlining
what it takes to be a genius, Luke.

He isn't proposing a psychopath's
charter.

But what's the point of his
philosophy if we never put it into
practice?

(Knocking)

Dr Ward.

DS Maddox.

~ So you're a regular visitor?
~ Yes.

It's not a crime, is it?

How long have you been going to see
him?

I first met him about ten years ago.

After I read that book about him.

Is that Ringstead, Dorset?

Yes. I grew up near there. Weymouth.

I know. I've been there. It's
beautiful.

Why are you so interested in him?

He's been the victim
of the most awful misunderstanding.

And tomorrow the Court of Appeal
will confirm that.

I see you share the same taste in
philosophy.

I've learnt a lot since I've known
Graham.

You should try reading it.

Dr Rook asked me to go and talk to
Lawrie.

About what?

He thinks he has a passion for
Nietzsche. She wanted me to
encourage it.

And you didn't think that was
strange?

I considered it a thought
experiment. I was open to it.

Besides, Sally has a strangely
benevolent attitude to Lawrie.

She likes to indulge his interests.

And how was he?

Like every bad boy who thinks they
understand Nietzsche,

he has a pretty superficial reading
of his work.

Tends to pick and choose what suits
him - the will to power, the
Ubermensch.

Everything the Nazis admired.

Interesting chap, though, if you can
put aside what he's done, of course.

He didn't do that, did he?

What? Er, no. No.

Gym accident, I'm embarrassed to
say.

Bloody rowing machine.

Let me give you this, just in case
you remember anything else.

As much as I'd like to have control
over the entire judicial system,

whether his conviction is quashed
is a matter for the judges, not me.

The timing of last night's murder
is pretty convenient for your case,
though.

I find what you're inferring
offensive.

Of course it throws uncertainty on
the original verdict, but it's not
evidence.

And that'll stop you using it, will
it?

Spare me the lecture, please.

The investigation was flawed.

The repercussions will be felt
throughout the Oxfordshire force.

The DNA is severely compromised.

It could be that the wrong man
has been put away for the past 13
years

and the real killer is still out
there.

Good to see you, Mr Hathaway.

(Low chatter)

~ You told me to dig up everything.
~ No, it's good.

~ I could have done with a heads up,
that's all. ~ Sorry.

The statement wasn't disclosed
in the original trial.

Do we know why?

Just got lost in the system, I guess.

It ended up getting archived
in unused materials.

So, in 2001, Lawrie had an alibi for
PC Neal Chadwick's murder, and we
lost it.

Can I have a word?

Can you imagine the pressure
we were under at the time, James?

Fellow officers, friends,
family men - people with futures -

just hacked down while doing their
duty.

And now Lawrie's doing it all over
again, only this time he's got help.

He's laughing at us while you waste
your time chasing up old statements.

~ I agree with the accomplice theory.
~ Do you?

What, by holding this under my nose?

Because some poor, overworked
disclosure officer didn't dot an I or
cross a T?

That's not failing to dot an I and
cross a T. That's an alibi.

You're playing right into Lawrie's
hands. His legal team will have a
field day with it.

Yeah, and why shouldn't they if he's
innocent?

I didn't put away the wrong man.

What the hell?

"Be seeing you, Lawrie."

~ What's he doing with a mobile phone?
~ How did he get your number?

~ I hate these places.
~ I think that's the idea.

Oh, can you get a copy of Lawrie's
visitor list, so we can compare it
to Rook's.

~ This is strange.
~ HATHAWAY: What is?

Well, it says that Brendan Ward's
been here 17 times in the last two
months.

It's almost as many times
as what Rook's been to see Lawrie.

That's not the impression he gave me.

Well, maybe they had a lot to talk
about.

Do you mind organising the room
search? Then I can introduce myself
to Mr Lawrie.

Yeah, no worries.

~ Just this way.
~ Fine. Thank you.

~ There you go.
~ Thank you.

I heard about that policeman.

~ Awful. ~ Is there anything you can
tell me about it?

I only know what they said about it
on the news.

It does sound very familiar, though.

You're running this one, aren't you?
What happened to Robbie Lewis?

If there's a connection to you,
you know we'll find it.

You'll find a connection whether one
exists or not. Isn't that how it
works?

Next you'll be telling me
I walked out of here and did it.

~ You know who did it, though, don't
you? ~ Course I do.

It's the same person
who murdered the first three.

The guy Lewis should have caught
13 years ago.

Ma'am.

~ Well, look at that.
~ I had no idea.

How did you get DI Lewis's phone
number?

A journalist is quite a handy contact
to have.

Hugo Blayne?

What does the message mean?

I just wanted to say hello.

~ Are you trying to threaten him?
~ Not at all. No hard feelings.

No feelings at all... also Dr Rook
tells me.

Anyway, I'll get to say hello in
person soon enough, won't I?

You should get onto the phone
provider to see what they can give
us.

And the pills?

A question for our freedom-fighting
bookbinder, I think, don't you?

Thanks.

Anabolic steroids?

Graham is very vulnerable in there.
He wanted something to help.

~ Vulnerable? Right.
~ You don't understand, do you?

Graham is a kind and gentle man.

He's in there surrounded by violent
prisoners. He doesn't belong there.

Graham is innocent.

You're not, though.

Stop it. Just stop it, Robbie!

~ What do you want?
~ Well, look...

Maybe you should just take some time
off.

~ Go away for the weekend.
~ Absolutely not.

~ No. ~ Look, Lawrie's already claiming
victory.

When he sent that text, I thought of
you.

Yeah, I know you did.
And it matters to me that you did.

~ But he's not an idiot.
He's not gonna hurt us.
~ Oh, isn't he?

You going mad is what he wants,
so don't give him the satisfaction.

So what am I supposed to do?

James is dragging his feet on the
case.

~ That's not fair.
~ I have to do something.

~ 324.
~ Thank you.

Hugo Blayne?

Have we met?

I'd like to talk to you about Graham
Lawrie.

Ah.

He contacted me. OK?

And you supplied him with a phone

and the phone number of a police
officer.

Well er, yes,
I sourced some numbers as a trade,

but I don't know how he got hold of
the phone. I don't want to know.

Yeah, you just wanted the story.

When someone like Lawrie
asks you to write his life story,

how he smuggled in the mobile
is... not my most pressing question.

~ Why did he pick you? ~ Ah, well, I
covered the original trial.

Got a book deal out of it.
I guess he must have approved.

So you're gonna do well out of this,
then?

There's huge public interest in
this, like it or not.

So you writing his memoir for him...
How does that work?

~ He calls. I listen.
~ What does he say?

He doesn't plead guilty,
if that's what you're thinking.

Sally Rook has him down as a
compulsive liar...

but I've always found him
to be remarkably consistent.

So not a lot of rewriting, then?

All I do is play back the recording
and write it up.

~ You record the calls?
~ Yes.

Ah...

You're going to ask to hear the
recordings, aren't you?

Excuse me.
What are you doing?

I'm sorry. I was hoping to speak to
you.

But when I wasn't here, you thought
you'd make yourself at home?

I'm so sorry. I wasn't meaning to
pry.

~ You're Brendan Ward's student,
aren't you? ~ Luke Burgess.

And what exactly are you doing here,
Mr Burgess?

I'd like to speak to you about Graham
Lawrie.

Sir.

Sir, I've been listening to the
interviews between Lawrie and Hugo
Blayne.

~ And they're mostly self-obsessed
ramblings... ~ Sounds like a
best-seller.

Then I found something odd
during one of the calls.

They get interrupted by Dr Rook,
but Lawrie keeps the call running.

It's one of her therapy sessions.

ROOK: But what if you had done it?

LAWRIE: Then I would have taken
pleasure in it.

The irony of killing the very person
who thinks they're trying to help.

Just wait. Here it comes now.

The police only help themselves.

Extinguishing a life
with one blow of my hammer.

So simple... so elegant.

If I'd done it, of course.

It's agitative therapy.

The idea is that it provokes
the inner truth of the patient.

It allows them to reveal what drives
their secret personality.

So you're telling me it's not a
confession?

Well, it may or may not be.

That's your job to decide.

I'm not interested in his guilt,
necessarily, but I am interested in
his thoughts.

And unless we've arrived at 1984,
thoughts are not crimes.

Unless they're instructions.

That session was private.

I had no idea it was being recorded
or heard by anyone outside the room.

And er, if you're suggesting
he had an accomplice,

I've told you who had access to him.

You failed to mention the journalist.

No, I wasn't aware of him.

Should I include your colleague
in the list of visitors now?

What colleague?

Detective Inspector Lewis.
He's with Lawrie now.

Excuse me.

Robbie, you didn't need to come
all the way down here.

You could have called me -
but they took my phone away.

Yeah, this isn't a social call.

You're gonna tell me who killed
Police Constable Mark Travis.

Are you getting me to do your work
for you now?

(He chuckles) God, I'd be flattered
if you didn't look so desperate.

And who does your work for you now,
outside?

~ Please...
~ Pamela Carson?

Lovely woman. Heart of gold.

Yeah, I suppose she does have her
uses.

~ Katherine Warwick?
~ Ah, now she is useful. Razor sharp.

A brilliant lawyer. Very good at
turning up lost evidence.

You could learn a thing or two from
her.

Brendan Ward?
What did you talk to him about?

Mm, you know, good and evil.
Right and wrong.

Just your average sort of banter.

Interesting chap. A bit bookish,
though. Not sure he's got it in him.

PC Travis had a six-month-old
daughter.

And what about the family I could
have had?

My wife left me after you put me in
here 13 years ago.

~ I bet you've never given me a second
thought. ~ You killed three people.

~ You don't deserve a second thought.
~ Oh, really?

Well, I tell you what,
when I'm freed later today,

I'm gonna make sure you spend the
rest of your life thinking about me.

You aren't going anywhere.

How's Laura, by the way?

Really looking forward to meeting
her.

Oh... home time.

~ What are you doing?
~ Lawrie's toying with us.

Yeah, I get that. I'm not stupid.

He's trying to wind us up, and
you're showing him that it's
working.

So what am I supposed to do?
Are you getting anywhere at all?

Just let me handle the case.

I need your help, but not like this.

Sir, er, sorry to interrupt,
but we've got to go.

~ No, you go. I've got work to do.
~ Right.

I'm sorry.

Are you OK, sir?

Yeah, fine.

Sure?

Yeah, I just want to pay my respects.

Least I can do.

~ Hello, Robbie.
~ Hi, Grant. All right?

Are you ready?

How do I look?

I'm glad you changed your mind.

His colleagues will be pleased
to see you here.

It's a good turnout.

Mark Travis was well liked.

LEWIS: Who the hell let him in?

Robbie, don't.

This is a private event.
The family are here, for God's sake.

I'm just observing. We do still have
a free press, just about.

Everything OK?

Mr Blayne was just leaving.

Don't worry. I'm going.

He's such a creep.
He's been calling me.

~ Has he? What about? ~ Just digging for
information. I can handle him.

He makes my flesh crawl.

~ Still no love lost between you two.
~ Well, the guy's a vulture.

You should stop giving him material,
then.

JUDGE: The taking of the life of a
police officer

still ranks as one of society's most
heinous crimes, and rightly so.

Given the notoriety of the crimes,
and the nature of the murders
themselves,

this has been a draining and
emotional case for everybody
involved.

I would like to thank all those
involved for their dedication and
professionalism

in what were sometimes very
difficult circumstances.

Regarding the murders of PC Neal
Chadwick, PC Jimmy Alderman and PC
Martin Wong,

we have come to a decision regarding
the original conviction of Mr Graham
Lawrie.

Thank you for your generosity.

I'm sure you'll agree it's the very
least we can offer at this
incredibly difficult time.

Thank you.

(Text alert)
Nicely done.

~ What's up?
~ I've got to go.

~ Sorry.
~ Is everything all right?

Well, it's Tony's boss.
Apparently Tony's had an accident.

~ Oh, no. Is he all right?
~ Yeah, apparently it's just a...

a bump on his head, but he wants me
to go and pick him up.

~ Do you want me to go with you?
~ Oh, no.

No, no, it's fine.
I feel bad having to leave.

~ Are you sure?
~ Yeah. Yeah, I won't be long.

We have considered the arguments put
forward.

In relation to the DNA evidence,

there are concerns about the poor
quality control measures in place.

However, of greater concern

is the discovery of a statement
giving the appellant an alibi for
one of the murders.

Tony?

Tony?

Tony?

Hiya. Is Lizzie about?

~ Did you miss each other?
~ How do you mean?

Well, she just left here to see you.

Oh? She didn't say anything.
We were supposed to meet here.

Aye, but then your boss texted
about you bumping your head...

Bumping my head?

Tony?

Tony?

Tone?

Come on, Hathaway! Where the hell are
you?

Lizzie?

Lizzie!

Thank you. Thank you. I will be
making a full statement in due
course,

but for now, I'd just like to say
how grateful I am

that, despite the best efforts
of the Oxfordshire Police,

true justice has happened here
today.

13 years is a lot of your life
to have taken away from you.

So if you'll excuse me, I'd like to
go and start making up for lost
time.

Thank you.

All be in the statement.

All the questions will be answered
in the statement.
Thank you, thank you.

She fought them off.
Her arms are pretty bruised.

If the head injury had been any
deeper,

we'd be having a different
conversation.

She's a lucky girl.

What constitutes luck?

LEWIS: Tony.

Do you know who did this?

We'll find them.

I hope so.

Or I will.

MAN: Dr Sally Rook, you treated him.
What's your view?

ROOK: He has been my patient
ever since I gave evidence at his
trial,

and my view now is the same as it
was then.

Graham Lawrie is a dangerous
individual.

He's spent the past 13 years in

a Severe Personality Disorder Unit
for good reason.

I felt so sorry for Tony.

~ I didn't know what to say to him.
~ There's not a lot you can say.

~ Did you not think to go with her?
~ Yeah, I offered.

She said no.
Do you not think I wish I had gone?

~ Anyway, where were you?
~ Working on the investigation.

~ How is that going?
~ Hey! I want a word with you.

All right, Mr Lawrie.

I just want to look you in the eye.

~ You're the man who ruined my life.
~ This is not the time or the place.

All right, all right.

It's not just Lawrie we need to
think about.

~ He didn't attack Lizzie himself, did
he? ~ How could I let that happen?

~ Nobody let that happen.
~ No, I should have gone with her.

Robbie, you saved Lizzie's life.

Five minutes later and she would
have bled out.

I'm fire-fighting all over the place
at the moment since the appeal
yesterday.

~ Oh, well, that was a farce.
~ Yes, it was.

But you need to focus on the
present, not wallow in the past.

I've got one officer dead,
another in intensive care.

I need my best team on this,
and that includes you.

~ I want you on this case.
~ Is Hathaway OK with that?

Just checking, it is still me who's
Chief Super, yes?

~ Yeah, ma'am.
~ Right, then.

Well, you two need to stop
squabbling, pull your socks up and
work together.

First thing you need to do
is go and see Sally Rook.

She's been doing the rounds with the
press, making a lot of noise.

~ I heard her on the radio.
~ Then you'll have heard what she was
saying.

That Lawrie is as guilty as you
think he is.

I want him investigated.

There should be a public inquiry.
I lost everything. My marriage, my
whole life.

Lewis is responsible for that.

He should answer for what he's done.

If you want to lodge a complaint,
I'll point you in the right
direction.

But I'm running a murder inquiry
and my sergeant was attacked last
night.

No, no. Don't try and drag me into
that.

~ Yesterday, three judges said I was
innocent.
~ No, they didn't.

They said the evidence was
compromised. It's not the same.

What, mysteriously lost witness
statements, forensic cock-ups?

(Laughs) My God. Even now, when
you've a murderer out there,

knocking off the Oxfordshire Police
Force, you're accusing me,

the one person you know
couldn't possibly have done it.

I'm not accusing you of anything.

You people just won't give it up,
will you?

Well, neither will I.

I lost 13 years of my life.

Lewis put away the wrong man,
and I'm not ever gonna let him forget
about it.

Don't make the same mistake Lewis
did.

~ He's just making his presence felt.
~ Isn't he just.

Are you OK?

I will be, once this is over.

The number that texted Lizzie
was another unregistered mobile.

Hugo Blayne. Hugo Blayne.

I remember Lizzie said
he'd been hassling her.

Look, he's phoned her almost a dozen
times in the one day.

Are you OK to go and see him?

I'm due at Ripley College to talk to
Dr Rook.

Is that all right?

Thanks.

Right, then.

(Shouted questions)

Thank you. For everything.

~ DI Hathaway.
~ Very good. You've done your
research.

That's part of my job.

We're not that dissimilar.
Both investigators.

~ Why have you called DS Maddox,
repeatedly?
~ It's a massive story.

~ Police hating serial killer.
~ She was attacked and left for dead
last night.

Is she gonna be OK?

No, no, no.
Off the record, I mean.

So who did it? Do you know?

Well, uh... it's linked with the
Travis murder, yes?

Yeah, of course it must be.

Is Lewis on the investigation?

Hm, so he is. Right.

Where have they taken her?
To the Radcliffe?

I'm not here to be interviewed by
you.

Where were you between the hours
of five and six last night?

I had nothing to do with it. I was
working.

With Katherine Warwick, Lawrie's
solicitor?

I saw you together.

Ah. Um... Well, look... it's no big
deal.

So we've been seeing each other.

She passes information my way,
I help her out in return.

~ Making the police look bad?
~ Well, you don't need my help for
that.

You two deserve one another.

You're absolutely right.
That appeal should never have made
it to court.

I don't know whether to be relieved,
given that he's walking around a free
man.

Well, he shouldn't be.

I was there 13 years ago. So were
you.

He's a dangerous man.

Yeah, you seem to be the only one
that agrees with me about that.

And he has an equally dangerous
accomplice.

Which is why I want to help you.

The murder of PC Travis,
and now the attempted murder of DS
Maddox,

only provides evidence
that my research is sound.

~ What's this about Alphas and Betas?
~ Mm.

All psychopaths need a trigger
to engage in criminal acts, of
course.

But Betas are only triggered
by an encounter with an Alpha.

And the longer the exposure,
the greater the risk.

You spend all your time with
psychopaths.

Touche.

So what would be the profile of
Lawrie's Beta?

Er, someone unhampered by conscience
or remorse.

An obsession with status,
and a willingness to do anything to
achieve it.

A hedge fund manager, then.
Or any politician.

Someone literate. Devoted.
But clever and ruthless.

To the emotionally shallow,
oh, Lawrie offers everything.

What, his status is attractive?

Dangerously so.

He is guilty, you know.

I've never said that before.
Was never quite sure.

~ Oh! I'm sorry.
~ It's OK. I've got it.

I'm studying philosophy here.

~ One of Brendan Ward's students?
~ Yes.

Luke Burgess.

~ Why the clippings, Luke?
~ I'm interested in the case.

How interested?

I'm doing a module in experimental
philosophy.

I'm studying the criminal mind.

You do realise that this profile
could also be describing Rook
herself, don't you?

Or Katherine Warwick?

What, a serial-killing solicitor?

Proudly cutthroat.

She's spent more time with him
recently than anyone else.

It could be anyone, couldn't it,
really?

It could be Pamela. Devoted,
literate.

You know what they say
about the quiet ones.

Another officer was attacked
yesterday.

So it wasn't Graham, was it?
He was being vindicated in court.

Where were you between five and six?

~ Me? I was here.
~ Not in court?

I wanted to be waiting for him
when he came back.

~ Check with the register here. I
signed in.
~ We will.

Shouldn't you be celebrating with
him now?

I've waited ten years
to toast that man's freedom.

Another day or two won't matter.

Besides, Graham's been busy,
what with all the press and whatnot.

I'm sure we'll have a chance to
celebrate soon.

What do you reckon?

She's devoted all right.
To the fact that he's innocent at
least.

So she'd kill to prove it?

It doesn't add up.

Hello again, Luke.

Come on.

As Graham Lawrie enjoys his first
full day of freedom in 13 years,

the repercussions of yesterday's
verdict are being keenly felt.

The three appeal court judges ruled
that Graham Lawrie was wrongly
convicted

of murdering police constables Neal
Chadwick, Jimmy Alderman and Martin
Wong, in 2001.

I'd just like to say how grateful I
am...

that despite the best efforts
of the Oxfordshire Police,

justice has been reached here today.

Lawrie also claimed that Thamesmarsh
Hospital had questions to answer,

saying he "suffered terrible neglect
and emotional abuse"

while incarcerated
in the secure psychiatric facility.

Do you often have a problem
controlling your anger, Mr Wilkins?

No. Look, I just lost it for a
second.

And when you lose it, you really do
lose it.

Roid rage?

~ I'm guessing these aren't
multivitamins.
~ Steroids?

Did Lawrie supply them to you?

And what did you have to do for him
in return?

I didn't kill that copper, OK?
It was payment for bringing in the
phone.

And a couple of other things.

~ What other things?
~ Lawrie's been very good to me.

He's taught me a lot.
He treated me with respect.

Yeah, but what do you do for him?

I don't want to lose my job.

There's a bit more than your job at
stake now.

We've got one police officer dead
and another in intensive care.

I had to go and see that Ward guy.

Brendan Ward? Philosophy lecturer?

He visited again.

Look, Ward obviously said something
to piss Lawrie off.

~ And what was that?
~ I really don't know.

You had to go and see him?

Just to pass on the message
that he wasn't to come back any
more.

I bet he got that message loud and
clear.

Handy with his fists, if not with his
brains.

Ward never reported it, did he?

Yeah, worth asking him why.

~ And we should fetch Lawrie in.
~ You reckon?

~ Well, don't you?
~ He might not be involved at all.

He ordered Wilkins to batter a
philosopher? What else did he ask him
to do?

Sure, but maybe someone
did find the weapon?

Yeah, and maybe it was Lord Lucan on
Shergar.

I should at least be questioning him.

Fine. But I'd rather not give him
the satisfaction of seeing you.

All right, well, you do it, then,
if that's what it takes.

We shouldn't be tip-toeing round him.

You told DS Maddox
that you got this at the gym.

~ Why did you lie?
~ I didn't want any more trouble.

~ From Wilkins?
~ From Graham Lawrie.

I don't fancy making an enemy of
him.

Crying to the police
about a slap around the face

wouldn't have put me in his good
books.

No, I learnt my lesson.

And what lesson
was Lawrie trying to teach you?

When Rook asked me to go there,
I thought it was to educate him
about Nietzsche.

When really I should have just
nodded and told him how brilliant
and insightful he was.

I challenged him, and his ego felt
bruised.

One bruise for another.

Anyway, after two visits,
I made my excuses and called it
quits.

And you didn't go again?

I couldn't stand the man.

I didn't want to go back.

I don't know what Nurse Ratched's
been telling you,

but I didn't instruct him
to go around beating up college
professors.

I'm not a violent man.
It's just not in my nature.

But you did have a problem with Dr
Ward?

I'm a psychopath, remember.
I have a problem with everyone.

Supposedly.

No, we did have a disagreement,

a philosophical disagreement.

Ward doesn't understand power.
Real power.

He thinks that because he's got
letters after his name, he's smarter
than me.

Like I'm some chimp in a cage
he can poke to see if he gets a
reaction.

~ Maybe he didn't like what he saw.
~ Well, that's his problem, not mine.

Sometimes the teachers are afraid of
the pupils.

Gripping chat, Officer, but if
there's nothing else, then er...

Very good. I'm off to the Star
for my first chicken tikka in 13
years.

~ I have a couple more questions.
~ Well, Mr Lawrie has to leave so...

They're not for Mr Lawrie. They're
for you.

Oh, Katherine.
What have you been up to?

Why weren't you at the appeal
yesterday?

I was delayed... on another case.

You were with Hugo Blayne.

Keeping a close eye on me? I'm
flattered.

We're keeping a close eye on
everyone involved with Mr Lawrie.

OK, Hugo and I went for a drink at
the Perch.

I didn't know I had to tell you in
advance. You can check with the bar
staff.

Very kind of you. We will.

So, who's the prime suspect?

Maybe I could give them my number.

Brendan Ward reckons he only visited
Lawrie a couple of times

before he realised his services
were no longer required.

He's not much of an accomplice.

Maddox checked the visitor records
at Thamesmarsh

and they list Ward visiting 17 times
in the last two months.

Does everybody just lie for fun?

Yeah, so Brendan Ward's listed
as visiting on the 22nd.

Checking in at 11:30.

There.

Is that him?

No, that's not Brendan Ward.

That's his student, Luke Burgess.

This way, gentlemen.

Thanks.

Excuse me. Is anyone waiting for me?

I am so glad we're doing this.

Yeah, I don't think this is
such a good idea any more.

Please. I've waited for this.

God, you just don't get it, do you?

I spent every day in that place
alone,

so if you wanted to visit
and ask me a few questions, that was
fine.

I humoured you
because I enjoyed the distraction.

And now... I don't.

What about Maddox? And Travis?

You've got the wrong man.
It had nothing to do with me.

God, look at you. Look at you.

You're no superman. You're a
self-obsessed, privately-educated
bore.

Why are you doing this?
I want to learn from you.

~ You want to learn from me?
~ Yes.

~ Do you?
~ Yes, I do.

Then you're in luck.

First lesson... how it feels to be the
accused.

You stole Brendan Ward's wallet for
his ID card so you could gain access
to Thamesmarsh.

~ How come nobody noticed?
~ Oh, Wilkins knew.

He was happy to turn a blind eye for
his master.

He'd say black was white for Lawrie.

That's the kind of power he has over
people.

And you visited a total of...

15 times. Why?

I've told you lot before.

I'm writing about him.

I knew Rook would never grant me
access.

Did you, at any point,
discuss the murder of PC Mark Travis

and the attempted murder of DS Lizzie
Maddox?

~ It wasn't him. ~ I will repeat the
question.

Did you, at any point,
discuss the murder of PC Mark Travis

or the attempted murder of DS Lizzie
Maddox?

We didn't have to, really.

He had nothing to do with it.

You sound disappointed.

They say you should never meet your
heroes.

Well, seeing as you're the genius,
who do you think's responsible?

I wish I knew.

I'd like to meet them.

We can charge him with theft,
and that's about it.

Yeah, he was with friends when Travis
was killed, and when Maddox was
attacked.

Fondness for psychopaths.

Nothing weird there, eh?

How are things at the hospital?

No change.

You should go along, though.

~ They reckon she knows who's there.
~ Yeah, I will. When this is all over.

What's this?

Brendan Ward's wallet.
He still had it in his jacket.

Neal Chadwick.

Lawrie's first victim.

We'd been seeing each other for over
a year.

But Neal was married...

.. and the police force wasn't an
easy place to be gay back then.

When he was killed, the first I
heard about it was on the news.

I couldn't go to the funeral.

I couldn't go to the trial.

My whole world had collapsed,
but I couldn't tell anyone.

So you took the job at college
to get closer to Lawrie?

Actually, I didn't.

I was offered the post
before I knew Sally Rook was here.

I couldn't tell if it was an ironic
good fortune or a sick joke that she
wanted me to visit him.

A chance to sit, face to face,

with the monster who killed the one
person you loved most in the world.

Wouldn't you want the chance
to at least ask them why?

I've spent 13 years thinking of
every question that I'd ask should I
have the chance.

And here was that chance.

I could barely speak.

I was scared.

I felt pathetic...

.. like I'd betrayed Neal.

But you went back?

I tried a second time, yes.

Told him who I am.
He just laughed.

Then he sent his goon with a
message.

~ Did you tell Dr Rook?
~ No.

To be honest, I thought she'd react
in exactly the same way as him.

She's hardly the most empathetic of
people.

Too long gazing into the abyss,
perhaps.

You're not a fan, then?

All that "Alpha-Beta" nonsense.

She's a laughing stock.

In your humble opinion.

Do you really think Rook could be our
killer?

~ Lawrie's Beta?
~ I don't buy into all that Alpha-Beta
stuff.

She was just telling you
what you wanted to hear.

~ Which was?
~ That Lawrie was guilty.

~ But she doesn't have a motive.
~ Doesn't she?

~ What about his conviction being
quashed?
~ How is that a motive?

She spends 13 years bandying around
a theory based on his homicidal
tendencies,

and the minute it's called into
question, the murders resume.

Convenient, isn't it?

Everyone's looking forward
to seeing you back soon.

I spoke to your mum.

She's flying down tomorrow.

She sends her love.

I'm meant to keep talking to you.

It's supposed to help.

Look, would you mind keeping it
down? I can't get a word in here.

I love you, Lizzie.

Come back, sweetheart.

(Knocking)

WAGNER: Lohengrin - Prelude to Act 3

(Knocking)

(Knocking)

(Knocking)

~ You said you wanted to help.
~ It's true.

It's awful all of this is happening
again.

~ Who were you really helping?
~ I don't understand.

How does Lawrie's conviction being
overturned affect your research?

I've spent a long time studying him.

The decision by the Court of Appeal
doesn't change who he is.

You could argue
that you've profited from his guilt,

and his innocence
now debunks your entire theory.

His apparent "innocence" doesn't
make my years of research any less
valid.

(Phone rings)

Hello?

What else would you be prepared to do
to promote your theories, Professor?

~ What are you suggesting?
~ Can you wait till we get there?

~ What's happened?
~ Lawrie.

~ Lawrie? Not again.
~ No, he's just dialled 999.

Lawrie?

DI Lewis.

I've got a whole armed response team
here with me!

Armed police!

~ (Shouting)
~ Lawrie! DI Lewis!

Single blow to the back of the head.

It's caught him on the occipital
bone.

Blunt instrument, I'd say.

~ Blunt edge of a slater's hammer, I'd
say. ~ Maybe.

But he still managed to make his 999
call?

It's possible, before he lost
consciousness and bled out.

No sign of a break-in.

He let them in himself.

He knew his killer.

Robbie...

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Just not sure what to feel.

We don't see anyone approaching the
house.

No, they knew what they were doing,
dodged the camera.

Now this...

The camera picks up the car
approaching Lawrie's place at
11:45am.

Well, he certainly takes a good look.

It's out of view for just over ten
minutes...

.. before it's seen driving away
again.

~ So we've done a PNC check?
~ Yeah.

And?

James? What are you not telling me?

It's Maddox's car.

I just went there to talk to him.

You have no idea what it's been
like...

.. how it feels to just... sit around,
waiting.

I had...

I had to do something.

I... I wanted to confront Lawrie,
see what he had to say for himself.

I recognised his place
from the photos in the paper.

Was he alive when you got there?

Was he alive?

I didn't see him.

I got there, parked outside...

But I didn't get out of the car.

I was angry.

I wanted him to confess.

But I was...

I was too afraid.

I hate this.

Lizzie's hanging on for dear life,
and I'm...

I'm too scared to ring on his
doorbell.

Why haven't...

Why haven't you found him yet? Why?

I just want this to be over.

~ What do you think?
~ Well, he's clean forensically.

Not a spot of blood on him, or inside
his car.

Is it possible?

What, you reckon he drove out of
there,

removed every trace of blood
from his clothes, his skin, his car -

all within minutes of leaving Lawrie?

Nah.

No, he's got motive... God knows
I wouldn't blame him, but he's not a
killer.

We should never have dragged him in
here, poor guy.

Lawrie's accomplice turned against
him?

Slave turning against the master?

What if I was wrong about Lawrie?

~ You don't really believe that.
~ You've been doubting me.

You were right to.
I should have been doubting myself.

I want to go right back to the start.
See what I missed 13 years ago.

Let's try Lawrie's place again.

Sir.

Forensics have been all over this
place.

If you tell me what we're looking
for, maybe I can help.

If I knew, I would.

There's something.
There has to be.

Something I didn't find 13 years ago.

Ringstead. From Pamela.

"Wherever you go, I go.

Whatever you do, I do, too."

Dated August 2000.

She's known him a whole lot longer
than we thought.

Call for some backup!

~ (Whispers) Firearms are on their
way. ~ They'd better be.

Miss Carson?

Pamela.

DI Lewis. Well done.

It's only taken you 13 years
to work out that Graham had some
help.

Armed police!

Put that down, please.

You come with me and we'll get you
cleaned up, all right?

He was the most handsome man I'd
ever met.

I was surprised he took such a
liking to me. No-one else had.

Little by little we fell in love.

Of course we had to keep this secret
with him being married.

We'd be starting a new life, he
said.

A life of murder?

I made the calls. He did the rest.

I could have left him, gone to the
police.

But the thing is...

we were meant to be together,
for better or for worse.

Why kill Travis now?

On the Monday before he was
released, I went in to visit him, as
I always did.

Graham said he didn't want to see me
again.

I thought he meant before the
appeal, but...

He was rejecting you.

I thought if I could just prove
myself, show him that everything
could be as it was,

he would change his mind
and want me back.

So you killed to attract his
attention?

It worked beautifully.

Just like when Graham showed me.

I couldn't believe how easy it was.

Just one blow, and down he went.

Constable Travis had a six-month-old
baby girl.

Graham never wanted kids.

That's why he liked me.
I was never the maternal type.

~ And what about Maddox? Why her?
~ Why not?

The 999 calls were getting too
risky.

She'd been in to question me,
so I knew she was working on the
case.

I signed in at work and made sure I
was seen.

And she survived.
And Lawrie is dead.

Mm.

He said we couldn't be seen together
straightaway once he was released.

I reckoned you lot were so dim
you were never going to work it out.

You didn't even know
about me and him back then.

But it wasn't that.

He told me it was over.

He said he didn't want me.

I found that very disappointing.

We could have started again
from where we were interrupted.

After all I'd done for him, how long
I'd waited...

.. and the money I'd spent
getting him free so we could be
together.

Then he just rejected me.

I picked up his hammer,
the gift he'd given to me,

and I just...

.. stopped him from leaving me.

Graham hated you.

He wanted everyone to know you'd
failed.

You failed to catch us both.
You failed your dead colleagues.

You failed your lovely sergeant.

You know, I had no idea she even
existed.

Well, you can't blame yourself.
You were right about Lawrie.

Well, that's something, I suppose.

~ There's some good news.
~ We could use some.

Lizzie's doing well.

The pressure on her brain has
dropped, they're taking her off the
drugs,

and they think she should be awake
tomorrow.

Thank you, God.

Whoa. Look who's back with us.

~ Hi, sir.
~ Am I glad to hear you say that.

Hi, Tony. So, how's the head?

~ Booming.
~ You gave us quite a scare.

~ I gave myself a scare, to be honest.
~ Attention seeker.

~ Exactly.
~ I expect you back at work on...

~ Monday?
~ I'm touched.

Oh, I forgot.
I got you a little something.

Pork scratchings.

Oh.

Oh, I've missed them.

I got you something too.

Kiwi fruit.

Well, I didn't know she was allergic
to the things, did I?

~ You should have asked me.
~ Well, how did you know and I didn't?

Because she is my sergeant.

~ Anyway, I'm sorry for doubting you.
~ Ah, not at all.

You're not my sergeant any more.

You're an inspector,
free to make your own choices.

~ Yeah, but you were right all along.
~ Maybe.

But you were right to question it.
You're a good detective.

Good mentor, I suppose.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not
to yield.

Ooh, Tennyson! Look at you!

Just something I learned from my old
mentor.

That's what I like about this job -
you never stop learning.

I think it is time that you bought
me a pint, don't you?

Long overdue, canny lad. Long
overdue.