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MP3 PLAYER: 'From this
moment you are a non-smoker.

You have left cigarettes behind.

Because smoking is a false friend.'

You're digging.

You are breathing more easily,
because you do not smoke.

Wind it down.

Wind it down.

Mrs Turrill? Do you think
someone might meet and greet?

Point our guests in the right direction?
First impressions.

Thank you so much.

Come.

Oh, thank you, darling.
Just pop it over there, would you?

Is there anything else you need?

'..they will disgust you
with their filthy vice,

their bad breath, their stinking fingers,

their reeking clothes.

You despise their weakness,
because you are strong.

Because you are an ex-smoker.'

Excuse me. Can I have a top-up? Yes.

Freya. Hi. Hi. How you doing?

Freya. Hi.

Hello, Diana. Poppy.
It's Freya, Diana. Freya Carlisle.

I know it's Freya!

How are you? Very well, thanks. How are you?

Very well. Didn't I read somewhere

about you being in line
for editor for Tribune?

Oh...no. That erm...

Oh, I'm sorry.

As you know, this has been a
momentous year for the College.

The vote, to admit our first male
undergraduates next year, was won...

..after a robust contest...

..by a convincing two-thirds majority.

I would also like to take this
opportunity to pay tribute,

and bid the fondest of
adieus to Professor Ellerby

who after 30 years at Lady Matilda's
is forsaking us...for Princeton.

Bravo!

Pauline! Hello!

Oh, my God! As I live and breathe,
the female Enoch!

Shmi! What bloody time do you call this?

And Diana! Look at you!

You must have a picture in an
attic somewhere. Congratulations.

Or whatever it is one's meant
to say on such occasions.

Thanks. Mwah.

Poppy. Hey!

How weird is this!?

Lovely do. Well done.
Thank you. Thank you so much.

Hello? Who's there?

Is somebody there?

Something tells me you're not here

after the two-for-one dandelion and burdock.

Suspicious death. Lady Matilda's College.

Lady Matilda's?

Last all-female college in Oxford,
about to go mixed.

I know what it is! So?

Holding a gaudy. Information's sketchy,

but a guest has been found dead.

Sir?

Do we know who she was?
Poppy Toynton. 32. Alumna.

Worked here as a Development Officer.
Parents from Whitby.

She shared a house with
one of the dons from here,

Diana Ellerby, in Bicester.

Accommodation's been given
over to guests for the weekend.

Boys. Doctor.

What have you got?

Can't speak for you, but what I've got

is indigestion after another spoiled supper.

What she's got, at first glance anyway,
appears to be a broken neck.

From the fall? Too early
to say if it was a fall.

According to uniform there's
signs of a break-in upstairs.

Scene of crime are taking a look now.

What time was she found?

Senior porter called it in
about an hour and half ago.

That'd agree with time of
death between nine and ten.

And it was the porter
that found her?

No, a first-year student,
here as a waitress for a bit of pin money.

Samantha Coyle.

My room's on the stair. I was on a break,
and I wanted to make a call.

I'd left my mobile in my room so...

You knew her from around college,
presumably?

What was she like?

Bit bossy. Didn't want to get
on the wrong side of her.

You all done? For now.
PM's eight o'clock sharp.

Is there anything I should know? Such as?

With himself? First mention of this place,
he got very...beady.

Ah, well, a young woman was attacked here.
Nine, ten years ago.

Sister of one of the undergrads.

Er...Chloe something.
Robbie's case. What happened?

A couple of days into the investigation,
his wife got killed.

Oh. So...keep an eye, eh?

I'll be right back.

Principal Ferber? DI Lewis.
You wanted a word?

Yes, I was wondering how long you'd be?

I'm sorry to ask,
but it's an accommodation issue.

With staircase five
out of bounds...

I'm afraid that'll be the case until
we establish exactly what's happened.

When did you last see her this evening?

I suppose that would
have been about

a quarter of an hour
before the balloon went up.

Diana Ellerby wondered if
someone might fetch her wrap.

I found Poppy in the bar a wee while
later and passed the message on.

She went and...

I didn't see her again.

What do you think we're looking at?
Burglary gone wrong?

Heck of a coincidence if not.

But if it was an accident,
then where's Professor Ellerby's wrap?

That's what Poppy Toynton went
off to fetch. So where is it?

And if you're going upstairs,
your whole momentum is forward, not back.

On the other hand,
if she fell on the way down...

Why didn't she have the wrap with her?

What was Poppy Toynton like?

One doesn't like to speak ill, but...

A bit of a Head Girl. Deputy Head Girl.

Passive-aggressive.

Terrific quality in a development officer,

not always appreciated elsewhere.

Anyone with whom she'd had
a particular falling out?

There's always going to be

personality clashes in
any large organisation.

It was all "systems" with Miss Toynton.

Change this, change that.

While hardly scraping a Third!

Doesn't mean to say I'd wish that on her.

I just hope you lot do
better this time round

and actually catch the swine.

How do you mean? Chloe Brooks?
I'd have thought you'd know all about it.

No, that was before my time.

Early bird. Morning, ma'am.

Yeah, I've got a post-mortem
with Dr Hobson at eight.

Thought I might get some reading in first.

The "suspicious" at Lady Matilda's
College? Gaudy, wasn't it?

Last night. Former
students of Diana Ellerby.

Have you seen her yet? Seen, yes.

Spoken to - no. Not this time round, anyway.

I did actually meet her on
a previous case, briefly.

Hence the homework.

Crikey, I'd better
get a wriggle on.

Laura doesn't mind her patients
being late, but woe betide...

What was she like? Ellerby?

It was years ago.

Bit prickly as I remember.

What? She would be.

Something of a
termagant in her day.

Leading light in the struggle
for female empowerment.

How's that going, by the way? You can mock.

The Glass Ceiling was required
reading when I was at college.

She's got form, you know.
Trespass. Breach of the peace.

Protesting against American
missiles back in the '80s.

Greenham? Heyford.

Handier for tutorials, I suppose.

Quick bit of saving the world,
then back into college

in time for hot buttered muffins.

Missed the main event, I'm afraid.
But it is as I thought. Broken neck.

Don't look so disappointed.
It wasn't an accident.

She was helped on her way.

Single blow to the skull.
Temporal fracture about here.

With what?

Our old friend, the blunt instrument.

Circular trauma about yay big.

Erm...possibly a hammer.

She goes A over T down the stairs
and neck breaks in the ensuing fall.

What? I know that look.

Just thinking. You all right?

Of course. Why wouldn't I be?

Lady Matilda's College.
Hardly the happiest of associations.

It's just a place, Laura.

So long as you're... I'm fine. Thank you.

Any time.

What happened to the girl?

It's so weird. I didn't know
who else was going to be there.

But I couldn't really face
seeing them all again.

It's this one over here. Ah, thanks.

Stupid, really.

DI Lewis, Oxford Police. Doctor...?

Oh. No, I'm not a doctor.
I work in the dispensary.

Ruth Brooks. Is it about my sister?

Not like that, no.

Somebody was killed last night.
At Lady Matilda's.

You knew her I believe. Poppy Toynton?

What do you remember of her?

Beyond she was a first year
and I was a second, not much.

Lewis, did you say? Have we...
? I interviewed you at the time.

Last night brought Chloe to mind.

I just wanted to check how
she was doing, I suppose.

I know she's in there.

Somewhere.

Trying to get home.

So I come and talk to her
first thing each morning,

and before I clock out.

And just hope.

What have we got? Definite break-in.

Rooms on the second and third floors.

Samantha Coyle's already
given us an inventory.

MP3 player and missing cash.

Right, so my phone, my watch and my purse.

Is that what it was about?
With Poppy? She disturbed him?

Him? Wouldn't you think?

At an exclusively female college?
Any bloke would stand out...

Like a sore thumb at a wedding?

How well did you
know Poppy Toynton?

We were up around the same time,

but...Pops was definitely...lower stream.

She was very keen to hang out with us.

I think she was a
bit star-struck by

Diana and the whole "golden set" thing.

What "golden set" thing?

Those of us Diana took
under her especial wing,

and groomed for greatness.

"A man's reach" and all that.

Sergeant Hathaway tells
me you're a journalist,

Miss Carlisle. On The Post.

A columnist. Is there a difference?

About 40K per annum,
and my picture above the copy.

Sex And The Single Girl is mine.
Can the modern Ms have it all?

What's the verdict? The jury's still out.

It's quite true. Poppy lived with
us for a while at House Beautiful.

Diana provided
lodgings to a handful

of second- and third-year students.
Her brightest and best.

I was there two years,
and Poppy came in my second year.

After Ruth Brooks left? Yes. That's right.

Look, outside of her cadging letters
and the perennial round robin

I really didn't see or hear
anything of Poppy after uni.

We were very different people.

In what way?

I made a success of my life.

What was the nature of her
relationship with Professor Ellerby?

They were friends.
Poppy was devoted to Diana.

Nothing more? More?

Have you ever read any of Diana's work?

That's probably a silly question, isn't it?

Man delights not Diana. Nor women neither.

Professor Ellerby's famously celibate.

Renouncing a life of the flesh
for the life of the mind.

Do you know how long we're going to be here?
I've work to get back to.

On a weekend? I'm CEO of Guilty Secrets.

What's Guilty Secrets?
It's a lingerie chain.

Sergeant Hathaway doesn't get out much.

Regular customer are you, sir,
at Guilty Secrets? Loyalty card holder?

Every high street's got one.
It's a major chain.

Online, and what have you.

Online? Well.

Just cos I've heard of
something and you've not.

My mind is on a higher plane.

Speaking of which, we should be getting over

to that house. What is it again?

Beautiful, sir. What kind of
a name's that for a place?

It's from the Pilgrim's
Progress. John Bunyan.

"He who would valiant be."
Didn't you go to Sunday school?

We had a couple of missionaries
came up to Newcastle once.

They went in the pot, I think.

Christian stays at House Beautiful
on his way to the Celestial City.

It's where he meets the maidens

Prudence, Charity, Piety, and Discretion.

Oh, and Porter Watchful,
of course. Of course.

What did you make of those two? Mincemeat.

Professor Ellerby?

DS Hathaway. DI Lewis.
We wondered if we might have a word.

When you get to my age, you think

that life's got nothing
left to throw at you.

That you have no heart left to break.

Damn.

Can you think of anyone who
would want to harm Miss Toynton?

Harm her? No.

No, I mean... I thought...

A robbery...Marion said. Principal Ferber.

I can spell that for you slowly if
you need to write it in your book.

That won't be necessary, Professor.

But we will need to see Miss Toynton's room.

Must you? She'd have so hated that.

Some lumbering great brute
pawing over her things.

I'm sure Sergeant Hathaway'll do his best

not to lumber and paw
more than usual. Right?

Scout's Honour.

* Tinkly tune

Was there anyone special in her life?
Boyfriends, girlfriends?

She had friends of course,
but not in the way you mean.

Only, a couple of the people I've
been talking to, they've, well...

They say she wasn't the most
academically-minded of souls.

Yes. Is that right?

They thought her an unlikely candidate

for you to have taken under your wing.

Alongside the other girls here.

Young women.

Well, Poppy had other qualities.

Such as?

She was very nurturing.

I'm not sure everybody saw
that side of her, but...

We suited each other.

She was like a daughter to me, really.

I mean, they're all my daughters,
of course, but...

..Poppy was special.

Ruth Brooks was one of yours,
wasn't she? Ruth?

Yes, yes, she was.

What makes you ask that?

I was in charge of an inquiry looking
into what happened to her sister.

Oh, that American boy. Hm.

Judd Havelock. Judd. Judd.

Yes, of course.
He came from money, didn't he?

Such a wicked thing to do.

Should I remember you?

I came off the investigation quite early on.

Did you find anything of interest?

It's purely procedural, but I'll need you

to come back to the college,
and make an inventory of your things,

check that nothing's missing. Now?

Let me get my keys.

Anything?

According to bank statements
there'd been a lot of money

withdrawn in the last year
from the hole in the wall.

How much is a lot?

More than you could possibly spend

unless you'd suddenly
developed a crack habit.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, not here.

Come on, then.

Right.

You're meant to tell me if you're going out.

What are you going to do,
Pauline, get me gated?

I graduated, remember?

Oh, yes, I remember you, Miss Carlisle.

Princeton? Are they all right with that?
The criminal record?

America has a proud
tradition of direct action

when confronted by the forces of tyranny.

Some might call it sleeping with the enemy.

The enemy is already at the gates.

Next year they'll be inside the citadel.

Where did Poppy Toynton fit
in with these plans of yours?

Poppy would have stayed on at
House Beautiful, of course.

It's still my home.

The plan was to split my time
between here and the States.

She would have...visited,
of course.

Oh. Is it all right to erm...?

We were wondering, Diana,
the drinks tonight...

Well, there's no possibility
of those going ahead, surely?

It's going to be very difficult

getting the word out to
cancel at such short notice.

I'm sure it's what Poppy would've wanted.

Well, we'll make it low key.

My necklace.

I had a jet necklace.

Oh. Oh, Diana. I'm so sorry.

Forgive me for asking, and tell me
if it's none of my business, but...

what's the interest in
the Chloe Brooks case?

Laura Hobson told you.
I had to get the thumbscrews out.

So?

Just...covering all angles.

Is there one beyond coincidence?

I know it has some weight
for you personally.

But it wasn't murder.
Might as well have been.

A 15-year-old kid left in a coma.

What was she doing there?

She'd come up to Oxford to see
her sister for the weekend.

There was a party. A masked ball.

It's all in the files. Yeah.

Where? OK.

OK. We're on our way.

We've got a trace on
Freya Carlisle's mobile.

I felt at the time there was something...

I don't know. Something wasn't right.

I should've done something. Said something.

Oughtn't we to be concentrating
on the case at hand?

The one in the present.
I don't like leaving a job half-done.

You didn't. It was done. Not by me.

Wish me luck.

Sweet dreams, Chloe.

Hello, Carl. My name's
Detective Sergeant Hathaway.

So you found the mobile out fishing?
Where was that?

Sir!

On a scale of one to ten, ten being "lots",

one being "not very", how grisly is this?

Such a shame for Diana.

Oh, my God.

I don't believe it.

Hello, Shmi. Freya.

Ruth, what are you doing here?
I didn't think...

Diana invited me.

My God. How are you? Oh, you know.

I'm sorry. Listen to me, babbling away,

and you without a drink in your hand.

Good old Shmi.

I read your column sometimes.

Do you?

It's good.

You always had a way with words.

Except when it mattered.

What was there to say?

We were all afraid, I suppose.

We didn't want to dwell on what happened.

Almost as though if we didn't say it,
it hadn't happened.

It's all right. No. No, it was cowardly.

But that's the way it was.

Since, though, I don't think
there's a day... Don't.

Not tonight.

Last night's haul. Dumped off
a bridge outside Abingdon.

This all of it?

Yeah, apart from the jewellery.
Might have gone in the river?

Maybe he panicked. Realised what he'd done

and decided to off-load the spoils.

It's a scenario. All right. Here's another.

Ten years ago, a girl's attacked.

And a decade later certain
people who were there

the night of the
attack are reunited,

in the very place where it happens,
and hours later one of them's dead.

You don't believe this was a robbery
gone wrong any more than I do.

I'll see you in the morning.

M...

Murder.

Murder.

Hello, you.

It's Ruth.

I couldn't find you.

It's all right.

I'm here now.

I don't think he's been home.

What's... Sssh!

Sorry, sir, I just wanted to
get the last ones in order.

In order of what?

Would've been easier if I'd had
the lid of the box, obviously.

What box? The jigsaw box.

I think I'll leave you to it.

And for those of whose MENSA applications

came back labelled
Return to Sender?

40 or 50 people taking photos of
the same event over one evening.

You look at one set of photos
you'll have great gaps.

But what one person misses...
Someone else might have covered.

A few of the sets have gone
missing in the interim,

but at least a third
are time-coded.

This gives us way-points.
The rest you just have to extrapolate.

Based on what? Light levels.

Level of drink in people's glasses,
who's next to who. Who's doing what.

It would be easier if I
knew who was wearing what.

But we can shove it into
a computer and we're in.

What? No, no, no, it's good.

It's just...

All this. Why?

Well, you thought something wasn't right.

Come on. Get your coat. Where are we going?

See an old mate.

Sir.

Hello, Ali.

Rob. Sir.

No, I er...

I took an early bath about four,
five years ago.

Grabbed the lump sum and sunk it into this.

Doing all right?

Oh, you know. Mustn't grumble.

It's without, right?

Well remembered. I made you enough tea.

You have that.

You look more like a... long tall skinny,

double-shot frappe-espresso.

Am I right? Something like that.

What's that set you back?
Best part of a fiver?

More for the two of you. I don't expect

he sticks his hand in his pocket, does he?

The bagman's lot. We've all been there.

But keep your head down
and your nose clean...

..you won't find a better guv'nor.

That's what he keeps telling me.

There you go. Ta.

Thanks. Careful, it's hot.

So, come on. You didn't
use to be so bashful.

Much as I'd like to think you've

come all this way out of the goodness...

Lady Matilda's College.
Oh, what, this thing in the local?

We've not named her yet,
but the victim's name is Poppy Toynton.

You're looking at me like that's
supposed to mean something.

Yeah. We interviewed her
on the Chloe Brooks case.

Oh, Chloe Brooks. The...?

Oh, Rob. Best will in the world,

that's a lot of Chardonnay under the bridge.

Ten years. The old grey matter... Sure.

But Kerrison was certain he had
the right man with Judd Havelock?

Absolutely! DI Kerrison. Yeah. Absolutely.

We both were. He's never been found.

The kid was connected.

His parents offered five million dollars

for information as to his whereabouts.

Twelfth Night come early?
Of course they offered a reward.

How would it have looked if they hadn't?

I mean, if you can afford
five million dollars,

you can afford to make someone disappear.

Right? Plastic surgery. A new life.
They know where he is.

He's probably in some bar somewhere
in downtown Bogota right now.

Sipping sundowners
with Lucky Lucan.

What?

It's all right. We're amongst friends.

That was the hospital. Chloe Brooks

has just rejoined the land of the living.

You're sure there's nothing?
No loose threads, or...

Outside of we never pinched him?

Whatever the story with this Toynton woman,

it's got nothing to do with Judd Havelock.

I'm telling you, Rob. God's honest.

Old Kerrison had his faults, rest his soul.

But in this instance? He didn't put a foot.

Thanks for your time. Don't be a stranger.

She's undergone manipulation each week

to stop muscles from atrophying,
but, physically, she's very weak.

Five minutes. That's your lot.
And certainly not both of you.

I'll see you back at the station.

If she shows signs of distress
or not being able to cope,

you'll have to stop.
Understood? Yeah, I've got it.

Chloe.

Can you remember anything
about what happened to you?

The nurse tells us that when you woke up,
you said something.

A particular word.

Can you remember what that was?

You said "murder".

Do you remember?

Can you think why you said it?

It's all right, Chloe.
Inspector Lewis just wants to help.

You're not in trouble.

I couldn't find Ruth.

I went to look for her.

And...there was...

Go on.

I don't know. I can't remember.

I couldn't find you.

Where were you?

Where were you?

What...what did you find, Chloe?

I don't... I don't remember.

I don't. I don't. I don't.

It's all right. It's all right, Chloe.

No-one is going to hurt you. It's OK.

- Good morning.
- Have you seen Napoleon?

Yes, I know he should be with the
Admiral Nelsons, dear, but he's not.

Ah, sorry, sir. Bit of a crisis.

Napoleon's gone missing. Nowhere to be seen.

You've tried St Helena?

Very droll, sir.

So, what are you after today, sir?

Tarts and vicars? Something for a stag?

Because I'll tell you right now,

I don't know what I've
got left in your size.

What about a policeman? Always very popular.

Comedy whistle. Floppy truncheon.

I can do you a
policeman no trouble.

Small world.

If I hadn't got involved with Judd...

But it's that bad-boy thing.

Eddie warned me. Tried to.

Eddie?

Edward Florey. Judd's roommate at Lonsdale?

He asked me out once and I turned him down.

When I started seeing Judd,
he told me I was making a mistake.

That I'd get hurt. At that age I was just...

But you had broken it up with Judd,
hadn't you? If I remember right.

The night it happened.

There was some...

..fresher.

Judd was all over her.

Not even trying to be subtle.

I asked him what he thought
he was up to, and he...

He stormed off.

I went inside after him.

We argued, and he...hit me.

I told him we were finished
and went off to get drunk.

The next thing I know, Chloe's...

I'll never forgive myself.

You've been a good sister.

No-one could've done more.

I'm just frightened, I guess.

We found this when we were
clearing out Poppy's locker.

It may have a bearing on your investigation.

I knew she was a nasty piece of work.
All that she put me through.

As can you see there are
letters towards the back.

I received several,
almost identical, this past year,

concerning Mrs Turrill's suitability
as Senior Porter at Lady Matilda's.

They said I'd had an
inappropriate relationship

with one of the freshers.

I really don't think we want to
go into the details, Mrs Turrill.

What's this? Poppy
Toynton's yearbook, ma'am.

Found in her locker.

Not Roedean, plainly.

She seems to have been following

her contemporaries' careers
with some diligence.

Not to say a vindictive jealousy
bordering on clinical psychopathy.

This is the lunatic scrapbook from hell.

Those of her peers who
failed to shine she ignored,

but those who had made
something of themselves,

she went out of her way to try
and ruin them. How? Letters?

In the main. Anonymous, obviously.
Either to employers or family.

What did any of them do
to her to deserve this?

Belittled her? Ignored her? Succeeded...
where she'd failed?

She reserved an especial
venom for two in particular.

Freya Carlisle... Don't tell me.

The other one's Lakshmi Eyre.

It's had consequences for both of them.

In Lakshmi's case, divorce.

The husband took the
family out of the country.

Freya was sacked and lost her chance
to be editor of Tribune. Now...

if they knew Poppy was behind this...

OK, come on.

You all right, sweetheart? Yeah, thank you.

See you tomorrow. Yeah. Good night.

See you soon. Yeah, see you.

Bye.

What time do you call this?

No gallows humour this morning,
please, Laura.

Just the whys and wherefores.

Killed midnight, one o'clock.
Multiple blows.

And I suppose nobody saw
or heard anything. Damn it!

Damn it to hell! I should have been

quicker off the mark,
but I let the grass grow.

You tried to tell me.
I didn't bloody listen. Sir?

I was too busy looking backwards,

instead of concentrating
on the here and now.

She's my girlfriend.
Let me through! Calm down, sir.

Calm down. What do you mean, calm down?

I wanna see her! See to him, will you?

You had no way of knowing the killer
was going to strike again, sir.

Right. Are we finished? I want to see her.

He's right, Robbie.
There's no way you could've known.

She couldn't be sure, but...
she thought there was someone upstairs.

At the top of the landing.
Why didn't she say anything?

She didn't want you to think she
was just being silly, you know?

Keep an eye on him. Sir.

Thought you could probably use a cuppa.

Look, I'd really rather
like to go home, to London.

I'm afraid that won't be possible right now.

You want us to just sit here while
some nutter picks us off at random?

Well, it might not be random.

I spoke to the chair of
Tribune's board late last night.

You were hotly tipped to get
the editor's job last year.

Sorry. What's that got to do with anything?

Were you aware why you were unsuccessful?

Why you were dismissed by the sister paper?

You see, the board received a letter
outlining your student activities

in the cause of Animal Liberation.
Illegal break-ins.

Incendiary devices mailed to
prominent research scientists.

That's not true.

But I... I was involved
in a bit of Anti-Hunt.

But nothing like that.
Where's this come from?

We believe it was written
and sent by Poppy Toynton.

No. I mean...

You weren't aware?

No, I wasn't aware.

Of course I wasn't aware!

If I'd have known would I have made
small talk with her all evening?

If I'd have known, I'd have...

You'd have what...Miss Carlisle?

How did he seem, the boyfriend?

Jarvis Patterson. Pretty decent.

Do you want me to handle the ID?

No. No, I'll deal. Thanks.

Yes?

Who is it, Shmi?

I thought they'd be safer here.

If you're still insisting that
everyone must remain in Oxford.

I take it you've no objection? No.

What is it you want?

Chloe Brooks' bag.

According to the case-files it went
missing the night she was attacked.

Where'd you get that? House Beautiful.
Poppy Toynton's room.

Lakshmi and Freya are there for
their own safety, Ellerby's saying.

How do you know it's Chloe's?
She's carrying it in all the photos.

There's more. These are
blow-ups of what was inside.

SOCO have the originals. Could be anywhere,
but this...on the back...

What is that about? And why was
it stuck it in Chloe's bag?

Work it through over a pint?

Ah... Fit, Rob?

They're open, you know.
Valuable drinking time you're wasting.

Join us, James? Yeah.
Absolutely. More the merrier.

No, you're all right. I've got
one or two leads to follow up.

This the erm...Toynton case?

There's been another,
they're saying on the radio.

What leads are these?
It's just one or two things.

I'll talk to you about them tomorrow.

* Opera

I still can't believe this.
I think the police might be mistaken.

No. They're not.

My husband, when we broke up...

..he said things, he knew things
he couldn't possibly have known...

..about me.

Private things that
happened while I was at uni

that only a few people knew about.

Which people? You and Poppy.

Ruth.

At the time I was so
chewed up over the divorce,

I never stopped to ask
myself how he found out.

I just...assumed...

..people aren't very
good at keeping secrets.

The sick bitch.

My kids.

She cost me my kids.

I'm so sorry, darling.

I haven't thought about Judd in ten years.

You roomed with him at uni, though.
You shared a house afterwards.

My parents ran a paper-shop in Daventry.

Judd had a lot of charm
when he turned it on.

It took me a long time to see
past that to the monster beneath.

Did you warn Ruth Brooks against
getting involved with him?

Ruth?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Were you in love with her?

Probably.

I suppose I saw her as some
kind of damsel in distress.

I wanted to save her.

Out of everyone, I thought
you'd have gone the distance.

Taken your "Inspector's".

I woke up one morning and
my face didn't fit any more.

It was made clear I wasn't
going to go any further.

There'd been a complaint.

Some girl in the canteen, of all places.

Civilian.

And she said I'd said something.

Racial - which I hadn't.

But, I mean, even if I had,
it wouldn't have been anything.

Just a...you know,
bit of banter between colleagues.

Then suddenly, they're
gonna bust me down to DC.

Sounds a bit harsh. I thought, sod you.
I've played a straight bat.

And for what?

But enough about me. How you getting
on with this Lady Matilda's thing?

Look, I'll get another round,
and you can fill me in. How's that?

Go on, then. Like old times.

Judd had several women on the
go from various colleges.

And then he hit the mother lode.
Lady Matilda's.

Is that's where he met Ruth? Yeah.

Actually, no. I think he met her
first at her digs in Bicester.

Professor Ellerby's House Beautiful?
Cold Comfort Farm, more like.

God! What a harpy.

You know, she wouldn't even let
us into the house to use the loo.

Can't imagine Judd was made welcome there.

Ah, you'd think, but needs must.

He put himself out as a bit of a
gardener at weekends for beer money.

Ellerby had broken her foot, so...

Do you remember who was wearing
what the night Chloe was attacked?

Judd went for Arlecchino, I remember that.

I think I had a Zanni mask. Otherwise...

You take any photos? I did. Video too.

I turned it in at the time.

Have you erm... Have you seen her? Ruth.

I always meant to
look her up. Call.

Why didn't you?

Time passes, and you think...

I don't know. I suppose I thought I'd
run into her somehow, if it was...

Meant to be?

Cheers.

Your new boy seems decent enough.
Hathaway, is it?

James. Yeah, he's a good lad.

No, er....no Ali McLennan, though.

Who is?

You know, one thing I've
always wanted to ask.

All those late nights and long observations.

How come you never tried it on?

I was married. Yeah, so were many that did.

I don't know about them.

I loved my wife.

Hm. Simple as that.

And now? Have you got anyone? Oh, come on.

Who'd have me? Plenty.

Nah, I'm too set in my ways, man, to...

..I don't know, start over.

Ah, sometimes I think it'd be nice, but...

You shouldn't be alone.

You're one of the good guys, Rob.

Yeah, we should do this again.

No strings.

Just two old coppers out
for a pint now and then.

I'd like that.

Well, you've got my number.

Would you mind erm...

..blowing out the candles when you're done?

Good night, my darlings.

Good night.

It's strange being back here again. Mm.

Seeing Ruth.

Did she ever know? What?

You and Judd.

That was before they hooked up,
though, wasn't it?

Maybe a bit of a cross-over.

Besides, "glass houses". Ouch.

It was just the once. For the record. Right.

Do you think...Judd and Poppy?

She had a pulse, so... Oh.

I am so wasted.

Hit the hay, I think.

Coming?

I'm gonna stay and finish this.

I'll see you in the morning.

Delivery!

Miss McLennan?

)

Oh, I say.

You shouldn't have.

Well, I just wanted to say
thank you for having us here.

Did I er...

Did I hear someone go out last night?
Don't think so.

Unless Freya went for smokes.

Though I can't think she'd
have driven in her state.

No. You're probably right.

Ah...

Where?

Robbie. I wouldn't.
It's not pretty.

Show me.

When?

Early hours. Between two and four.

She wouldn't have known much
about it...after the first...

if that's any comfort.

I only saw her last night.

We went for a drink.

You were...? Could've been.

Maybe. Who knows?

I'm sorry if I was... Brusque?

Well, I was thinking rude.

You're entitled. No. Not to you.

Sir. Something you should see.

It looks like Ali McLennan

was running her own inquiry
into the Chloe Brooks case.

The back office over there was
tricked out like an incident room.

Once a copper...

But why? That case was
put to bed ten years ago.

I reckon she found something out.

Something that had been missed
at the original inquiry.

What in God's name was she playing at?

And as I count backwards...

..the more relaxed and
comfortable you become.

Three...

I want you to remember a very special time.

..two...

A time of celebration.

..one.

You are going to a party.

A party with your sister Ruth
at her college in university.

You remember that?

That's good. That's right.

Now...

what do you see?

Everybody's wearing funny clothes.

Like...people in a play.

Do you recognise them?

They're wearing masks.

They're Ruth's friends.
I don't know who's who.

But I see Ruth. She's with a boy.

Oh...

They're having an argument. Yes.

What does he look like?

He's got clown clothes on.

Diamonds. All diamonds in different colours.

And he's got a triangular hat.

I can't find Ruth.

She's not outside.

There's a door.

Open the door. No, please...

Open the door, Chloe.

Oh...there's been an accident.

The boy in the clown clothes...

Only he's not wearing his mask.
I know who he is.

It's the one who kissed me
and put his hand up my top.

And there's...blood.

Aargh. My head.

There's a... Wake her up.

There's a bird. A golden
bird with blood on its beak.

It...it bit me.

Please. Wake her up.

Bring her back! Bring her back now!

"Some fresher", you said.

That Judd was all
over some fresher.

Only it wasn't a fresher,
was it? It was your little sister.

This was taken, where? At Heyford?

The base? Of course.

When the forces of law and
order attacked the peace camp.

And you were arrested.

Could I...could I borrow a finger
for a moment, do you think?

I'm anxious to establish
who was wearing what

when Chloe Brooks was attacked.

Oh, good heavens. Well...

I'm afraid I'm unable to
help you in that regard.

Unable or unwilling?

Unable.

By dint of the simple
fact that I wasn't there.

And why was that?

An undergraduate bash?
One does have a position to maintain.

Judd Havelock was a regular visitor
to House Beautiful around then.

Well, I wouldn't say a visitor.
Er...he did some work for me.

And was dating Ruth Brooks, of course.

Yes, but I had certain rules.

"Not under my roof"?

I don't expect you to understand that.

Being a regular, paid-up member of
the patriarchal hegemony, you mean?

I'm just trying to find out who
killed your friend, Professor.

And are you any closer to
doing that, do you think?

I believe so. But I could use some help.

I'm not the enemy.

Of course you are.

You just don't realise it.

How'd it go?

I'll fill you in when I've made sense of it.

How about you?

Well, according to her books,

McLennan was in serious financial trouble.

The boat yard was barely breaking even

and then about a year ago she
starts making cash deposits.

Four and a half thousand pounds initially,

and then the best part of a grand a month

going in around the first of the month.

And this would be around the same time

that Poppy Toynton started making
huge withdrawals from her account.

Ali was blackmailing her.

Over what, though?

Well, then there's this.

What am I looking at?

Class A, Nicola. Five grams.

That's not just possession.
That's intent to supply.

Is there any way you can help me out here?

Why would I do that?

A kind of "you scratch my back"
sort of thing.

Look, it's big. It's really big.

How big's really big? Murder big.

Oh, murder big. Well...

So what can you do for me?

Pretty much anything.
I say the word

and you'll be back on the
street in five minutes.

I say the other word and you're
going away for a very long time.

Tough on the kids, huh?

The arrestee is a Nicola Silman.
Known prostitute.

Died in a house fire last year.

The tape is dated 17th May, 2005,
but she was never charged.

And then this.

He drove me out of town. Somewhere quiet,

you know, so as to do the business.

Afterwards, we were sitting there,
having a smoke...

..waiting to see
if he can go again.

And then this van pulled up.

The driver got out and he gets a
barrow out the back of the van.

Then he drags a bundle out,
and then I saw a hand fall out.

A hand?

You saw someone dump a body? When was this?

Oh, God, about five years back, maybe.

So, what, you just thought you'd
bank it against a rainy day?

Come on, Nicola. You've got to convince me.

So far you just sound like some
skag whore clutching at straws.

Look, I swear it.
On my kid's life, I swear it.

OK. All right.

Where did you see this?

The old air force place. Heyford?

Yeah.

Oh, God. I should believe you why?

Cos I got the registration...of the van.

BAZ. B-A-Z-8-3...

McLennan stopped the tape

and wrote the arrest off
as No Further Action.

Missing digit's "3".

Bravo, Alpha, Zulu, 8343.

White Escort van,
registered to Stuart Toynton.

Toynton. Poppy's father.
I spoke to him earlier.

He gave the vehicle to
Poppy as a run-around.

So it looks like Poppy Toynton
brought Judd Havelock's body out here

and concealed it somewhere.

Poppy? Are you sure? It could've
been someone using her car.

If that was the case, why has she been

paying off McLennan for the past year?

So what, Poppy refuses to
pay and McLennan kills her?

Not the Ali McLennan I knew.

Yeah, but she wasn't, sir, was she?

This is the latest
composite of the timeline.

I've been able to include
Edward Florey's photos

and a few bits of video,
recovered from Ali McLennan's place.

Judd Havelock and Ruth Brooks.
He's in the harlequin costume.

Judd ducks out here and that's
the last we've got of him

on either video or any of the photos.

Judd just disappears.

Never seen again.

Hold up. Who's that?

Dottore della Peste. The Plague Doctor.

Whoever it is never seems to be

too far away from Judd
over the whole evening.

Can we go in closer? Yeah.

- Golden bird...with blood on its beak.
- Significance?

Chloe Brooks said she was
attacked by a golden bird.

I thought it was Judd Havelock?

If what Chloe remembers is true,
then Judd Havelock's already dead.

So whoever's wearing the bird mask...

Probably killed Judd Havelock.

Except no one remembers who
was wearing which costume.

So they say.

All right?

We have guests.

Hey, Ruthie. What's up?

'Festing's Fancy Dress.
' Mr Festing, DS Hathaway.

We spoke the other day. I was wondering...

'Actually, I think you might be in luck.'

There's one outfit in particular
that we need to account for.

The Dottore della Peste.

We want to know who was wearing it.

Well, it wasn't me.

What were you wearing? I can't remember.

But not that.

It's not Poppy. I know that.
I think she had a Zanni costume on.

Miss Carlisle?

I don't know. It could have
been Principal Ferber. Lakshmi?

Yeah. Maybe.

Sorry, when did you say
you were looking for?

Michaelmas Term, last Saturday in November.

Adrian's father used to run
a shop just off the Broad.

We closed down about five
years ago when Dad died.

Fortunately, he was a meticulous bookkeeper.

Yes, we did have a big hire of
Renaissance costumes that weekend,

including the masks, of course.

Bless him, he's written a
note here in the margin.

"Two costumes unreturned. Deposit forfeit."

Arlecchino and Dottore della Peste.

Does it say who hired them?
It should do, yeah.

Oh. Actually, they were both signed for

and hired on the same credit card.

Thank you.

Last night? No. We were all here.

Well, I can't vouch for Ruth, obviously.

Diana asked if someone
had gone out last night.

She thought she heard the door.

I went straight to sleep.
I didn't hear a thing.

What's so special about last night?

Another murder was committed.

By the same person responsible
for Miss Toynton's death,

for Samantha Coyle's and of Judd Havelock.

Judd? What are you talking about?

Ruth? He's dead.

Chloe found him the night she was attacked.

It wasn't an accident that Poppy
Toynton was killed at the gaudy.

The murderer chose that moment,

so suspicion would fall on the
widest list of suspects possible.

Including us? Including you.

So whatever loyalty you
think you owe to each other,

or to your old alma mater,

the killer doesn't share your view.

If there's anything you haven't
told me - anything you held back -

for whatever reason, now might be the time.

Freya, you remember that...
about the costumes?

At Judd's? That was nothing.

He was probably lying.

I don't know. Well, it wasn't Ferber.

Tell him.

It wasn't Principal Ferber in
the bird mask, it was Diana.

How do you know that?

Judd told me. It was hanging
on the back of his bedroom door

along with the harlequin costume.
Diana paid for it, for both of them.

I thought it was a weird thing
for her to do at the time.

Why didn't you say so at the time?

Because she didn't want me to ask

what she was doing in Judd's bedroom.

But why would Diana have
paid for Judd's costume?

It doesn't make sense. No.

Unless there was more to their
relationship than any of you knew.

Diana and Judd?

No...I can't believe it. I won't.

It's Ellerby. It's what I came to tell you.

Great minds. I thought
you were her turning up.

Better get to the college. Too late.

She left half an hour,
heading north out of Oxford.

My car.

I still can't square it, sir.
Everything Ellerby's ever stood for.

Lust doesn't run to a timetable.

I was thinking more on Judd's part.

The opportunity for mischief
was too good to miss,

once he'd got his boots under the table.

Ruth, Lakshmi, Freya.

You can bet he
wasn't very discreet.

If it had come out that Diana
and Judd had been lovers

she'd have been laughed out of Oxford.

We had a trace on IR.

Possibly gone to ground in one of the sheds.

Yeah, got it. We'll take it from here.

Eye in the sky picked her up on infra-red.

She's gone to ground in a building.
They're sending a grid reference.

Got it? Good.

Who's there?

Police, Professor Ellerby.

Stay back!

Can we talk about this, Professor?

I never meant to kill him.

But the extent of his depravity...

..you have no idea.

I think we have.

I begged him.

I begged him to stop.

I pleaded with him. Don't come any nearer!

Careful, sir. Don't!

The night it happened. It was...

It was Ruth's little sister.

Poor child.

And...and he was mocking me.

You see... He was mocking me
and I followed him indoors.

And he just said the most...

..wicked, wicked things!

And then there was a...

And there was just blood everywhere.
So much blood.

Poppy Toynton helped you to cover it up.

Yes. Yes.

Well, she did, yes.

But, you see...

"To be thus is nothing,
but to be safely thus..."

Yes. Things are never that easy, are they?

If only he'd been kind.
He should have been kind.

Yes. He should.

Set the petrol down, Professor.
I betrayed everything.

I betrayed everything.

There has to be a reckoning, you see.
There has to be.

Because the worst of it is...
after all this time...

..I still love him.

Don't.

See you later.

Hot work, eh?

Fancy a drink?

Make it dinner and I'm paying.

I owe you one. No, you don't.

Eight o'clock? The Tail?

All these years, I thought...
everything somehow was my fault.

You were all just bitter kids caught
up in something beyond your control.

I hope you don't mind the liberty,
Miss Brooks,

but there's someone here who'd
very much like to see you.

Eddie!

"Out flew the web
and floated wide."

The Lady of Shalott?

Point? Point.

What's brought that to mind?

A pure and virtuous maiden
cursed to fall in love

and die half-mad
for the want of it.

Can't imagine.

Judd Havelock was no Lancelot.

Are you matchmaking?

You old softie.

Keep it under your hat. Who'd believe me?

Just don't get any ideas on my behalf.

I wouldn't dream of it, sir.

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