All language subtitles for Silent Witness S03E02 An Academic Exercise (2)

- How long are you staying?
- Until 4.

'We need to know where
she was between the May Ball,

'and her death.'

- She could have gone to see her husband.
- No.

Nobody understands
what I've been through.

Somebody has got to know.

Ours is not the science of
emotions, but of debatable facts.

The answers are with the
body and the crime scene.

If the nightdress had been put on
AFTER the blow, that explains it.

Annabelle was fully-clothed
when first assaulted.

She was then dragged over a
hard surface, her clothes removed,

and her nightdress put on.

The police are going to
interview everyone again.

What?

- Worried, are you, Eden?
- Why should I be?

You don't take any
prisoners, do you?

Not when it's my
friend on the slab.

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How did you come to find her?

We were going
to a party together.

We'll need statements
from you both.

Same MO as the Evans' murder -

break in, blow to her head.

We'd better get those two to
see if anything's been stolen.

I don't suppose
we have a weapon?

No, sir.

Or whether he tried
to suffocate this one?

No.

What about Marco
Rossi? Do we bring him in?

On what grounds?

- He's got a grudge against students.
- So have I.

He's got a grudge against
anything to do with the university.

Let's just stick with
our original thought.

The husband?

Maybe.

Maybe he was having
an affair with Louise.

She finds out about Annabelle.
He decides to shut her up.

Get a pathologist to
look at the girl's wound.

If it was the same person using
the same weapon, I want to know.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Yeah, OK. I'll be
there as soon as I can.

Who's that?

- Trevor.
- Oh!

A student's been attacked.

Same MO as Annabelle's murder.

- They're dead?
- They're still alive.

- So why are you going?
- To find out what I can.

It's 7am!

This isn't orthopaedics - you
don't make an appointment.

- Will she be all right?
- Yes. She took a nasty blow to the head.

- No attempt to suffocate her?
- Apparently not.

A cushion was found
on the floor next to her.

- Same type of head wound?
- I'd say so.

You haven't heard
the best bit yet.

We might have DNA.

- How are you feeling?
- Terrible.

- Do you remember what happened?
- No.

We'll get whoever did this.

You scratched
him with your nails.

If it's his face, he'll
need plastic surgery.

KNOCKING

Thank God you're all right.

So...

is it business or
pleasure this time?

It's not a pleasure
seeing her like this.

I'll ring you when
we get something.

Your mates have
given us a lot to go on.

Take care of her.

I'd say they're
pretty much alike.

The markings are similar to
those around Annabelle's wound.

The indentations, could
they be made by a bottle?

Possibly. But there
wasn't any glass found.

The break-in's the same, the
attack's similar, the amount stolen?

- £80.
- It doesn't warrant this type of assault.

If the idea was an identical crime,
why kill Annabelle and not Louise?

Daddy!

How far was the drive from
the cottage to your home?

60-70 miles.

- At speed - an hour?
- Yes.

So if you put your kids to bed at
9, 10, that's what you said, isn't it?

You could have
checked they were asleep,

driven home,

spent 15-20 minutes there,

and returned without your
children knowing you'd gone.

- I wouldn't leave my children.
- You did last night.

- Were you having me watched?
- You left them at about 7 o'clock.

The officer wasn't
sure where you went.

- To see a friend.
- Who?

Dr Sam Ryan.

Then where did you go?

'The police have been
questioning her husband.'

An obvious move.

- You don't think he did it?
- No.

So who do you
think is responsible?

The waiter.

- But...
- You're not sure?

- No.
- Why consider him in the first place?

The sacking.

He saw her address.

He could easily have overheard
us mentioning that Martin was away.

I saw him later
with blood on him.

And now there's the business
about him being sent down.

Go back to the body.

Go back to what is certain.

Why didn't you want your
children to see your wife?

I did.

You left them at your mother's.

- Because we needed to talk.
- Or...

because you didn't want
them to walk in on her body?

No.

- What did you want to talk about?
- Us. About us. Our life.

And you couldn't do that
with the children in the house?

No.

- Why not?
- Be...

I couldn't.

Do you know Louise Thomas?

Who?

She was a student
of your wife's.

I don't know her.

- Never heard the name?
- No.

She had an almost identical
attack to the one your wife suffered.

I don't know who she is.

You tried to stop Louise
talking about your affair.

- My affair?!
- Stop it becoming public knowledge.

If it got out, the motive for
killing your wife will be obvious -

she'd found out
about the affair.

There's no affair.
I don't know her.

You hit her with
the same object.

- No.
- And left her for dead.

- I never went near her!
- You did.

- I didn't.
- You did.

No!

I put it to you...

you killed your wife because she
found out you were having an affair.

Oh, for God's sake, man!

It wasn't me...

Annabelle was having the affair.

Who was she seeing?

I don't know.

- Come on, Mr Evans!
- I don't know.

You expect me to believe that?

I can't win with you, can I?

Mr Evans, we'd like to carry
out a blood test for a DNA trace.

SOLICITOR WHISPERS
- No, no. Do what you like.

Take a look at this.

Do you see it?
Rampant ortolosis.

Consistent with the fact the
body could have been frozen.

I see what you mean. The
damage to the cells isn't marked.

How often do you see that much
change in someone just dead?

The body was subject to
severe temperature changes.

I think it was frozen, or
stored somewhere cold.

It's not impossible.

So the question is, why
would anyone wish to do this?

The murderer wanted to store it?

Didn't want it
to start to smell.

Why store a body?
Once it's dead, it's dead.

Was the murderer hoping
to conceal it forever?

If so, why not try to
destroy it in some way?

This doesn't seem
to be the case.

So the purpose of
freezing the body was what?

To confuse you!

And they've succeeded. Yes.

Yes.

Now, an important question.

Is the young waiter clever
enough to confuse you?

BANGING ON DOOR Marco! Police!

Come on, Marco!

All right, all right.

So what are you going to do now?

Go to the police.
Tell them what I know.

KNOCKING

Oh, Mr Arnold.

I was expecting you to
cancel after what happened.

She's going to be all right, and I
thought it was important I saw you.

Very important.

- Urgent, wouldn't you say?
- Yes, sir.

It's a shame Dr Ryan
doesn't dabble in genetics,

or she could take you on.

Mr Arnold was going to do his
PhD under Dr Evans' guidance.

Really?

Now I'm not sure
where I can place him.

It shouldn't be that
difficult. I did get a First.

You SCRAPED a First, Mr Arnold.

My students don't scrape
Firsts, they glory in them.

Dr Ryan, for example.

Oh, I probably wouldn't
manage a Third now.

She's too modest.

She was brilliant.

You could learn
a lot from Dr Ryan.

But unfortunately, as you
said, I don't deal in genetics.

Thanks for your time.

Professor Foreman.

If Dr Evans had still been alive,
my future wouldn't be in doubt.

- There must be another don...
- One second, Mr Arnold.

Before we discuss your academic
capabilities... or lack of them,

as the case may be,

I should like you to tell me
about what happened last night.

With respect, I don't think
last night has anything to do...

I would like to know how
you found Miss Thomas,

what the police asked you,

and what you yourself
deduce from the incident.

Why?

I need to know
how clever you are.

I need to know what
I'm recommending.

The murder could have
happened three or four days earlier.

Two, max.

No, it was longer. It takes
time for a body to defrost.

She left a message on Leon Foreman's
answer machine two days before.

Are you sure?

We have the
tape. It's authentic.

The phone company have verified
that a call was made from her house then.

I'd have thought
it would be longer.

Did you run a voice
check on the tape?

Yes. There are plenty of recordings
of her lectures to compare it to.

Two days just
doesn't make sense.

Maybe her husband will tell us.

DS Bradley tells me
you have another theory-

the ex-student, Marco Rossi.

Not any longer.

Somebody told me you
had an infallibility problem.

They were obviously wrong.

Obviously.

I have to say,

I don't like pathologists
trying to blackmail my staff.

DS Bradley told
me what happened.

KNOCK ON DOOR

I'd have thought you'd
have known better.

Ah, come in. We
were talking about you.

Sergeant.

DS Bradley was working
on my instructions.

He was getting information
about Annabelle Evans' friends.

Because of his work, which
meant taking Louise Thomas out,

we discovered that Dr Evans
had had various relationships.

- Relationships?
- Quite a number, apparently.

- What?
- Didn't you know?

- No.
- Well, her husband did.

He knew all about it.

If you'll excuse me.

Do anything like that again and
you and I will be parting company.

Next time a Mensa bimbo
comes onto you, use her brains,

not anything else.

Sam.

- Have you got a minute?
- Yeah.

I hope this isn't more bad news.

I've had as much as I can take.

Let's start with
the scratch marks.

- How did you get them, Marco?
- Somebody just scratched me.

- For no reason?
- Yeah.

It's not the first
time... as you know.

I don't know.

I'm new here. Tell me.

It happens all the time. The
students have a thing against me.

Why?

You tell me.

You used to be a student.

So?

What happened?

- I got sent down.
- Why?

For being normal.

For not being bloody perfect.

I wasn't exceptional
enough for them.

Or so they like to think.

- Did you know Annabelle Evans?
- Yeah.

I knew her.

But she didn't know me.

She was never one of my tutors.

What about Louise Thomas?

Never heard of her.

Marco, you were seen,

you were identified,

and we've got tissue for a DNA
test, which I think matches your cheek.

So let's stop fooling
around and start talking.

You seemed really
happy together.

Yes, we were for a while.

I don't really know
what changed.

Each time, she said it
wouldn't happen again,

each time, I wanted
to believe her.

She knew I'd
never leave the kids.

Do you know who she was seeing?

No.

It's probably a student
- they usually were.

The power trip -
she got off on it.

I'm really sorry.

I really loved her.

And she loved me - that's
the stupid thing about it.

I know that she loved me.

It's my future Foreman
is messing about with.

- It's not important any more.
- That's easy for you to say.

No, it's not easy for me to say!

- I was attacked!
- Sorry.

Sorry.

Have they really
arrested someone?

Better than that -
they've charged him.

Annabelle Evans' dress.

We'll have him for both.

- Where was the body kept?
- I don't know what you mean.

The body was frozen.
Where did he freeze it?

Have you checked the freezers
in the brothers' restaurant?

Not yet.

Is this a criminal
investigation or what?

A pathologist is telling me one
thing, SOCO's telling me another,

and none of it's making sense!

Get Forensics to
look at all that stuff.

It'll probably turn out
to be Lord Lucan's.

Eden Blackman?

I'm Dr Sam Ryan. Annabelle
Evans was a friend of mine.

Right. Let me grab a towel.

I hadn't arranged to meet
her. I was just chancing my arm.

- Did you leave with her?
- Um... I got a bit distracted.

There was a bit of a contretemps
with a townie and a student,

so we... Well, we defended
the honour of the college.

- And you succeeded?
- I actually felt a bit guilty.

The guy was as drunk as a skunk,
but he couldn't half pack a punch!

- Who were you defending?
- Simon Lovitz.

He's a bit of a pouf, but
he didn't deserve a beating.

Did Annabelle see that?

No. Er, no, she just left.

- Do you know where she was going?
- Not a clue.

- But she did seem distracted.
- Why?

Eden, if you know anything...

I heard she'd been seeing someone
at college, and it wasn't working out.

Who told you?

I can't remember.

- Did you tell the police?
- Yeah.

Well, no. Look, I really liked
Dr Evans, I think everybody did.

She was a great tutor and she
brought out the best in people.

People are going to miss her.

- You'll find this interesting.
- What?

Blood tests came back.

The blood on the sheets isn't
Annabelle's. It's not even human.

- Pig's blood!
- Somebody's been visiting an abattoir.

- So the body was definitely moved.
- I'd say so.

And by someone who knew
that head wounds bleed profusely.

Sergeant Bradley.

Don't talk. You've caused
me enough aggravation.

- I wouldn't have told.
- Yeah.

What are you upset about?
You were undercover.

I was hoping to get under
some covers, but it wasn't work.

- Oh, sorry.
- The wounds will heal with time.

I heard you arrested
Marco Rossi.

- Come to gloat, have you?
- No.

- I would.
- What made you bring him in?

- A witness saw him outside the flat.
- Is that all?

No. He's got four huge great
scratch marks on his face.

Looks like he's wrestled a tiger. Be
happy. You might have been right.

A man was arrested
early this morning

in connection with the
attack on Louise Thomas.

He will appear
in court tomorrow.

He's 20 years old
and unemployed.

'That's all I can tell you now.'

- Do we have enough to charge him?
- We'll worry about that tomorrow.

- Dr Ryan.
- I've come to have a word.

- See you in the pub?
- I'll be there soon.

- Pleased?
- What about?

- You were right, we were wrong.
- That's what I want to discuss.

Would you..er...? Would
you like to go for a drink?

OK.

There's this place by the river.

But it's not suitable
for 20 moronic coppers.

The house wine's
pretty good here.

You're obviously a regular.

I might make it my local, until
they find out what I do for a living!

I'm... er... sorry
about the other day.

That business with Bradley.

I'm sorry he had to lie.

Well, there you go
then. We're both sorry.

Is that all you're going to say?

I'm sorry you're sorry.
There's no point in going on.

What does your wife do?

She's still in London. She's
waiting for me to find a house.

- That's a bit awkward.
- Yeah. It can be.

Are you going to tell me
why we've got the wrong man?

The blood on the bedclothes
- it isn't Annabelle's.

- What?
- It's pig's blood.

That's an unexpected
new suspect.

It's probable that Annabelle was
killed at one location, kept frozen,

then moved to her house.

The killer knew enough
to make it look authentic.

I don't think Marco could have.

The big hole in your theory is
the message on the answerphone.

There's got to be
a reason for that.

It's been authenticated
by an expert.

It'll stand up in
court as genuine.

- I don't think so.
- Having said that,

I keep playing it
over and over and...

there's something
not quite right.

Maybe she was under
pressure when she made the call.

I don't think she
was even alive.

Look.

I rang the hospital and they
said you'd been released.

That's really nice of you.

- Yeah, thanks.
- Have you got time for a coffee?

Yeah, I have.

- The place is a mess.
- You don't mind, do you?

It's all right.

- I'm going upstairs for a jumper.
- You stay here. I'll go.

Thank you.

So when do you
give this place up?

- We don't.
- You're staying on?

That's right. We're
all doing PhDs.

Well... as you know, I
hope I'm going to be.

Something will turn up.

Yeah.

What will you be researching?

If he told you, you probably
wouldn't understand!

Try me.

It's a... compression disk.

- Oh, really?
- Mmm.

The idea is for it to
be multi-formatted,

compatible with music systems,

CD-Roms, laser-disk players.

It's going to have a memory capacity
3 to 4,000 times that of a normal CD.

But it'll be the size
of a watch face.

- You all look worse for wear here.
- You didn't make it?

- No, I was out of it by then.
- You've got to be in the survivor's photo.

'Professor, this is
Annabelle Evans.

'Can't make meeting.

'Had to go away for the week.

'Sorry.'

It's good. It's very good.

In fact, it's superb.

- But there is a word missing?
- Mmm.

- Absolutely.
- "The" is missing in front of "meeting".

That could be a
slip of the tongue.

- So why are we here?
- Because you're right.

Listen to this.

'To progress further on the ethical
questions surrounding genetics

'would require a
MEETING of minds.'

One of Dr Evans' lecture tapes.
We've listened to hundreds of them.

And what we've found is this.

Each spoken word has a unique
sound print and can't be mistaken.

This is the word "meeting"
from the answerphone tape.

And this is from
the lecture tape.

Look at the
pattern. It's identical.

Tape's been assembled.

Someone has been over the lectures
and spliced together the message.

It's a work of genius.

But it's still a fake.

So the murderer played the message
when they knew Leon Foreman was out.

Exactly. She could have been
dead for weeks, never mind days.

- One Survivor's photo.
- Great.

- Do you want to come in for a drink?
- No, thanks. Er... rowing practice.

- I'll let you have it back.
- Sure. Anytime.

- Hi.
- Shower.

Hot water's not working.

- Get the landlord onto it.
- We did. About a month ago.

- But he's bloody useless.
- Huh.

- You been in any more fights recently?
- No.

The bloke that hit you is the one they
arrested for the attack on your friend?

Yeah.

- Must be weird or something!
- Is he?

Everyone says he's probably
responsible for killing Dr Evans.

It would make sense.

I think the police
are on a different line.

Why do you say that?

Dr Ryan wanted to see the
Survivor's photo. She's the pathologist...

Yes.

- Why did she want to see the photo?
- No idea.

There are no townies on it, so
it must be to do with a student.

We weren't wearing
evening dress.

- She will have noticed.
- So?

She'll wonder why.

It was taken at 6am!

Some people hardly
had any clothes on at all.

- She knows.
- She doesn't.

- She does.
- She might guess. That's all.

What are you talking about?

- We've had it.
- She can't prove anything.

- There's nothing to prove.
- Are you sure?

- I want out.
- Don't be stupid, Simon.

I can't sleep at night.

I daren't look over my shoulder
in case I'm being followed.

- I've had enough!
- Simon, calm down.

You're involved.

We're all involved.

I can handle this without any
trouble at all. Just leave it to me.

Come on.

It's going to be all right.

BANG

CREAKING

RINGING TONE

Hello.

OK. Hold on.

It's for you.

Hello.

Dr Ryan?

Simon Lovitz here.
I need to talk to you.

What about?

- The May Ball - What about it?

I don't want to talk
about it over the phone.

Can you come to the flat?

- As soon as possible.
- All right. I'll be there in an hour.

I'd have thought you'd know by
now. This is police work, not yours.

Someone's making it my work.

POP MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE

SHE KNOCKS Simon!

Simon?

Simon?

Perfect.

I'm scared.

Why? You were brilliant.

What happens now?

Simon sets up a meet, centre
of town, and we create a scene.

- I can't do it.
- Yes, you can!

All you have to do is shout
at her to stop harassing you.

- This is going to make things worse.
- Come on.

I wouldn't let you
down, would I?

Eh?

Aaaagh!

- How are you feeling?
- I'm fine.

Let me call a doctor.

I am a doctor.

I nearly said "a real one"
then. KNOCK ON DOOR

Excuse me.

Forensics rang. They
found a letter on the body.

He was going to
tell her everything!

- How do you know?
- He told me.

He wasn't going to
do what we planned.

- So you killed him?
- Don't be ridiculous.

We were arguing. I was trying to
reason with him, but he jumped!

You hit me, didn't you?

- You bastard! You bastard!
- I had to make it look real!

- Throw them off.
- They weren't onto us!

They would have found out.

You used me!

Just like Annabelle.

From what I remember,
you were very willing to help.

Forget her.

I'm glad she's gone.

I'm glad Simon's gone.

Now it really is
just the two of us.

Me and you.

Always.

This letter claims you
were harassing him.

He says you didn't leave him alone.
Blamed him for Annabelle's death.

What?

He says last night
you rang him 15 times.

I never called him once.

He claims you came
round to see him,

banging on the door,
refusing to go away.

No.

- He even claims you stole a diary.
- This is stupid.

- Did you have contact with Simon?
- Yes. I've been to his flat.

On his request. Trevor
was there when he rang.

Well, you know this is all lies!

Let's just get you home.

Sam! I came as soon as
I could. Are you all right?

- I'm fine. I'm fine. How...?
- The police rang me.

- Thanks for coming. I don't expect it.
- Expect what you want.

I'm here when you need me.

- Do you want a drink?
- I'm making some tea.

- Do the police want to see you again?
- Yes. I'll go after the post-mortem

when they can...

Can what?

- Sorry?
- You were saying something.

No.

It's nothing.

Who's this?

What?

I didn't do this.

One of the neighbours described
a woman banging on Lovitz's door.

She fitted your description.

I've been set up.

Your phone records show you
phoned him 17 times in one night.

I never phoned him once.

Last night, when I got home,
I found these in my kitchen.

I have to go to the station
to interview Nick Arnold.

Go lecture. Go on holiday.

But keep a low
profile for a while.

You're very kind. Thank
you. I'll try her there.

PHONE RINGS

Most of our visitors knock.

Did Annabelle used to knock?

You don't even know
if she came here.

I think she did. The
night of the May Ball.

You needed her
backing for the PhD.

That's hardly news!

- But it wasn't working out between you.
- So I killed her?

You thought you'd get away
with it. Thought you were so clever.

You already know I'm clever.

- You met her back here.
- Then what happened?

Maybe she told you your
work wasn't good enough.

Maybe she'd found
someone better.

So then what?

She told me I wasn't going
to be her research fellow,

that everything I'd
worked for meant nothing.

So...

I picked up a bottle...

and smacked her on the head.

Yeah?

But she wasn't dead, was she?

- So you suffocated her.
- Did I?

Where were the others?

You tell me. It's your story.

You were all involved somehow.

Or why the new clothes
for the Survivor's photo?

I have very loyal friends.

So they did help you?

Sounds plausible.

But it's not true.

You can't prove it.

I can't prove you planted the
dress and money at Marco's place.

I can't prove you planted
the diary and the shirt at mine.

I can't prove you pushed
Simon off the top of a car park.

But I can prove that Annabelle's
body was put in the freezer,

and that you thawed
her out in the bath.

You're lying.

Then...

how can I let you go?

KNOCKING

Open the door!

Police! Open the door!

Nicholas Arnold, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of murder.

It's a waste of time.

It may harm your defence
if you do not mention

something you rely
upon later in court.

How was it for you?

- Come on.
- It was good for me.

Was that your idea of
keeping a low profile?

- How did you know?
- Professor Foreman.

- Leon?
- He'd guessed where you'd gone.

It made us show our hand early.

Do you need a lift back?

No. I've got to go
and see someone.

Nick Arnold's been arrested.

Ah!

You knew, didn't you?

You knew what had
happened long ago.

I had no proof.

This wasn't a game, Leon!

Why didn't you say something?

Well, I'm not the police.

I just let things...
run their course.

You enjoyed it. You
enjoyed watching us all!

A boy died!

I used to look up to you.

You had all the answers.

I wanted your
respect, your approval.

To be like you.

And so you are, Sam.

You stand victorious.

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♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silentium. ♪