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MUSIC: 'Vox Humana'
by Janko Nilovic

OK?

Down here.

Ready to get briefed?
LIFT BELL DINGS

Go.

OK, and these.

This area.

Can you cover that?
Yeah.

WILFRED IN OTHER ROOM: Please
welcome Professor Jasper Tempest.

APPLAUSE

WHISPERS: Your job depends on this.

APPLAUSE FADES

What you are about to hear
is a rumination

on the vital importance

of the initial stages
of a homicide investigation.

A period sometimes referred to
as "the golden hour".

I should also add
that one of you here in this hall

committed murder
less than 24 hours ago.

AUDIENCE EXCLAIM

At the conclusion
of the aforementioned speech,

your identity will be revealed.

MUSIC: 'Professor T Main Titles'
by Hannes De Maeyer

MUSIC: 'Non t'amo piu' by Compagnia
d'Opera Italiana & Antonello Gotta

Do you remember Professor Emmerich?

The cartoon character?

You met him at my graduation.

He conducted a fascinating
experiment on our final-year class.

I am thinking of using it

in the keynote speech
at the conference.

Maybe I'm thinking
of Professor Calculus.

You're not listening, are you?

Jasper, the test
of a first-rate mind

is the ability
to do two things at once.

I can paint
and retain the information

that you think you'll be delivering
the keynote speech

at the British Criminology
Conference.

Firstly, Mother, you have misquoted
F Scott Fitzgerald.

Tell him to sue.
And secondly, what do you mean

I THINK I will be giving the keynote
speech at the conference?

That role has been mine
for the past five years.

And therefore,
becomes your ancestral right,

despite the fact
you're currently unemployed?

That, Mother, is a situation
both temporary and irrelevant.

Well, the dean
has chosen the speakers,

but not their order of appearance.

If I am not to give
the keynote speech

at the conference, then...
And what do you think?

I think, Mother, that you
are artfully changing the subject.

Morning.
Morning.

How's your dad getting on
at the home?

Good, really good.
He's got a girlfriend.

Player!

I, erm...

It's for your dad.

I was reading about music
helping people with, erm, you know.

Dementia.

Yeah.

Dan, that's really thoughtful.

As you know, much of what
I do involves manoeuvres

in what used to be called
smoke-filled rooms.

Huh! I'm not sure
what they're called now.

Rooms.
Indeed, yes.

Anyway,
as a result of these machinations,

I believe I can persuade the dreaded
Appointments Board to reappoint you.

But to achieve that, Haiden,
as your current replacement,

has to go, of course.

Onto which red-brick factory farm

have you off-loaded
Professor Haiden?

Ah, now there's the bothersome part.

I've convinced St Cuthbert's College
to employ the professor.

What, St Cuthbert's, Oxford?

Yes.

How?

I raised his status.

He's delivering the keynote speech
at this year's conference.

It's for the greater good.

You should, all being well,
get your job back.

Listening in?
"It's for the greater good."

I thought as much.

In theory.
In theory?

The dean hasn't thought it through.

Professor Haiden's speech
has come to my attention.

It doesn't exactly sparkle.

Quantify the sparkle deficit.

You know he's broken your record
for student complaints?

How bad is the speech?

It could easily make St Cuthbert's
change their mind.

I think you need to help him
improve it, spice it up.

For the greater good?

Professor Haiden is booked
into the Hotel Fordham.

He needs time to "prepare",

but I know the real reason.

Do you?

He likes to, er...

"entertain".

He enjoys "company".

Don't most people?

Oh, for goodness sake,
he pays for sex! Oh.

Let's hope the dean of St Cuthbert's
doesn't find that out.

MUSIC: 'Les Enfants Du Soleil'
by Janko Nilovic & Louis Delacour

Oh, dear.

Your card, sir.

Thank you.

Professor Tempest.

I saw your name on the list
of speakers.

And I yours.

No keynote this year?

Sadly, no.

That honour falls to
Professor Haiden, er,

who I believe
has just been announced

as head of your department
at St Cuthbert's.

Mm. C'est la guerre.

Oh, darling?
Hm?

This is Professor Jasper Tempest.

That's a name I have heard so often.
SHE LAUGHS

You don't shake hands.
Well remembered.

You were my MP
for a number of years.

I did not vote for you.

Er, well, nor did my wife.

SHE LAUGHS
You were sacked.

Er, deselected.

Yes, that's another thing I remember
Tina telling me, er...

You're direct.

Did she also tell you
she was one of the finest students

I had the pleasure of teaching?

No, she didn't have to.

We've ordered a table for 9pm,
if you'd like to join us?

I shall give it some consideration.

Mm.
Great.

MUSIC: 'Summer Lovers'
by Janko Nilovic

WOMAN, MUFFLED: I told you how much.
MAN, MUFFLED: It's misleading.

Oh, I'm sorry you thought that.

'SUMMER LOVERS'
CONTINUES

MAN AND WOMAN
ARGUING

MUSIC ENDS

Professor Haiden,
I believe your position

at St Cuthbert's may be in jeopardy.

In what way?
Do you wish to discuss it here?

ERIK SIGHS

DOOR CLOSES

I read the speech you intend to give
at tomorrow's conference.

How?
No-one was supposed to see that.

Unfortunately, it cannot be unread.

But I believe
with some judicious editing,

and a large helping of insight,
it can be salvaged.

"Salvaged"?
What do you mean, "salvaged"?

It is a word
with a singular meaning.

You have been offered the position

of head of criminology
at St Cuthbert's.

Terms need to be agreed, but, yes.

Did you imagine no-one
from St Cuthbert's would attend?

What are you talking about?
Once exposed to your speech,

they will have no choice
but to withdraw their offer.

Did you apply for the job?

No.

You got a knock-back, didn't you?
No, of course not.

Ho-ho! You got a knock-back,

I'm delivering the keynote speech,

your career's over,

and now you're here in some bizarre
attempt to shore up your ego.

CLATTERING, WOMAN CLEARS THROAT
IN OTHER ROOM

I had a strange call from Jasper.

Is there any other kind?

I did happen to notice
he'd been researching

recovered memory syndrome.

And you happened to notice
this where?

On his phone.

HE SCOFFS
You are a snoop.

Wilfred, I'm a mother.

It's a role that comes
with certain privileges.

The right to snoop being the oldest,
most revered.

Well, if there's
no physical evidence

to support any so-called memories,

then there's nothing to worry about.

There isn't any, is there?

Physical evidence?

No, of course not.

CLASSICAL MUSIC,
FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

Hello.
Good evening.

I decided to join you.

Wonderful.
I'll let the head waiter know.

Right. Er...

Do you know that
when I was your student,

I had THE biggest crush on you?

And then, seeing you again today,
then...

..I realised that...

ECHOING: ..it was actually...

..a lot more than just a crush.

ECHOING: Crush.
MUSIC INTENSIFIES

Professor, I'm gonna be wowing
an empty hall,

talking about cybercrime education
for the police.

SHE LAUGHS
Look, you're dropping off already.

SHE LAUGHS
Wait till you hear it.

It'll ruffle a few feathers.
SHE SNIGGERS

Do you know her?

Gisele Haiden.

The professor's wife?

I bumped into her in the ladies'.

Professor doesn't know she's here.

She asked me if I'd seen him
with anyone.

I said no.

I think she's trying to work up
the courage to confront him.

Why were you deselected as an MP?

Oh, God, were you abroad?
HE CHUCKLES

I rarely listen to the news.

He swore at a reporter, on live TV.

And I'd do it again.

She made a political issue personal.

It was when Toby was a baby.

Ancient history.

Of course.
Yep.

Well, the fact was that I was
suffering with postnatal depression.

Couldn't get out of bed.

I couldn't look after my baby.

And then this reporter's
badgering Alex.

"How can you support the NHS if your
wife is using a private hospital?"

Ooh, we need more wine.

Allow me.

So, your room number?

Oh, come on,
do I have to bribe the receptionist?

I need to work on my speech.

SHE LAUGHS
OK.

Until tomorrow.

MUSIC: 'La Belle Parole'
by Alain Pewzner & Louisa Baileche

MUSIC CONTINUES
THROUGH HEADPHONES

HEADPHONES BEEP

SHE SIGHS

Erik?

MUFFLED SCREAMS
OF GISELE

GISELE SOBS

Please help him!

SHE CONTINUES TO SOB

SIRENS

It's just what I've always wanted.

The chance to investigate a murder,
surrounded by people

who think they can do it better.

A bunch of criminologists.

Ma'am.
Oh, hello.

This is the last thing we needed.
Yeah.

So, what do we know?

Single blow to the back
of the skull.

We believe that the killer
used that champagne bottle there.

The watch face is smashed.
Stopped at 9.25pm.

Yeah, attempt to defend himself,
maybe.

Well, we'll use that
as our time of death

until we get the PM report. Yeah?
BOTH: OK.

We think the killer took
the victim's phone.

Got the number off his wife,
it's just ringing out.

Well, DI Rabbit's speaking to her
now. I've talked to management.

They're setting up a couple
of rooms for you.

You'll have full access to CCTV,

so interview everyone
that walked down this corridor.

Only two problems are the images
don't quite extend to this room,

and the cameras by the fire exit
have not worked for years.

Right.

You might have a long night ahead.
Call me if you need me.

Thanks, ma'am.
Could be a long night, Lise.

I heard her.

CAMERA SHUTTER
CLICKS

Thank you.

Lise?
Yeah?

This key card's for another room.

That's odd.

I'm here for the conference.
Mm-hm.

Room 816.
I'm a sales rep.

Cambridge today, Brighton tomorrow.

Who's going to know about this?

If you haven't done
anything illegal,

it's not gonna go
further than this room.

I won a holiday for two.

Friend won a holiday.

Didn't fancy sharing it
with her husband.

You found him around 11 o'clock?

I went up to wish him luck.
SHE SNIFFLES

And the door was open?
Yes.

You went in?
No.

I could see him.
SHE SNIFFLES

I can't do this!
SHE WHIMPERS

Mrs Haiden, don't leave the hotel.

Morning!
DOOR CLOSES

Hello, ma'am.

How are you getting on?
Yeah.

Any breakthroughs?
Not really.

Er, well, there's, er...
there's this.

KNOCKING ON DOOR
I've got that.

What's he doing here?
MAIYA TUTS

I have just been apprised
of the news.

Why did you not wake me?
Speak of the devil.

Known to the victim,

professional rival,

present at the crime scene.

I spoke with Professor Haiden
at ten minutes past six.

He was hiding a woman
in the en suite.

A woman?

Not his wife?

Unless he pays his wife
for marital relations, I think not.

How do you know that?

I overheard them arguing.

Vinette Lawson,
believed to be working as an escort,

she's got a criminal record.

Robbery of a client's wallet
in 2019, and...

..this is one minute to six,

and this is 6:55.

We believe the time of death
may have been 9:25.

Well, if they were arguing
over money, maybe she came back.

Well, you knew him pretty well.
Who'd want him dead?

Let me see. Erm...

Well, his students,

colleagues,

people who knew him socially...
OK, thanks, yeah.

Really helpful (!)

I don't have to tell you anything.

And I can keep you here
when you could be working.

I make more in a week
than you do in a year.

Did you go into Haiden's room?

Yeah.
Did he pay you?

I'm not a charity.

You were overheard
arguing about money.

A lot of rooms.
Could've been anybody.

Did you go back there?

Regarding your transfer,
I've had some responses.

Birmingham Central, Norwich,
Liverpool East,

all very keen to have you.

I'd prefer Norwich.
Norwich?

Yes. I wouldn't have to move house.

OK.

Well, you can start next week.

I'll inform the team.

I'm gonna tell DS Winters myself.

OK.
OK.

Why do these things always
happen to me?

I agree. It is most inconsiderate
of Professor Haiden

to have got himself killed.
WILFRED SIGHS

Well, my first conference
as curator, and it's falling apart.

Well, perhaps I should give
Professor Haiden's speech

instead of my own.

As a mark of respect?

Respect for achieving the one thing
in life that is inevitable?

Hm.

Why would you do that?

We've been gifted
the perfect opportunity

to breathe life
into an otherwise moribund subject.

I could use
the live police investigation

to illuminate the importance
of the golden hour.

I sense hesitation.

I'm not sure Mrs Haiden
will approve.

I shall speak with her.

Lisa.
Hi.

How is our suspect?
Didn't wanna play.

Dan...
Remember the key card

we found in Haiden's room?
Yeah?

It was for the room
his wife was booked into.

But she told Rabbit
that she didn't go in there.

What, did she give it to him, or...?
Don't know yet.

She's making funeral arrangements.

Dan...
Hey, this was found

in the hotel grounds.
Haiden's phone.

Here's the thing.
He called Vinette Lawson twice.

First time, we're assuming,
to arrange the 6pm pick-up.

The second time was at 8.45pm.

I've re-checked
the CCTV on Haiden's floor.

There is no sign
of Vinette Lawson returning.

Dan!

What?

This is my last week.
I'm...

I got a transfer.

But I thought we agreed I...
No, we didn't agree.

You were very insistent,
but we didn't agree.

HE SIGHS
That's...

That's not how I remember it.

Well, it is Norwich,
so it's only an hour away.

So, that's... that's good.
That's good.

Do you think we could find
an empty room?

Oh, yeah?
KNOCKING ON DOOR

Oh, hang on. Wait one sec.

Oh, hi, hi.

Thank you.

I hope you're hungry.

Seriously?

Did I not order enough?
Ha!

May I join you?

My name...
I know who you are.

When news of your husband's demise
broke, the first thought, of course,

was to cancel the conference.

Then the thought arose that,

with your permission,
we might continue.

As a mark of respect.

Mm.

If you agree, I shall give a version
of your husband's speech.

"A version"?

To describe his speech as mediocre
is to grossly inflate its qualities.

I'm the curator of the conference...

You have my permission.

Thank you. Hm.

Vinette Lawson, 11:30pm last night.

She's using Haiden's credit card.

Did she come back?

Not that we've seen, no.

Well, is there any other way
into the hotel?

Come on, guys,
I know we're under pressure here,

murder at the criminology
conference, I get it.

OK? So, we get back to basics.
Most murders are committed...

By someone known to the victim.

See, I reckon she came back,
and I think she used the fire exit,

which means that anybody
can access Haiden's room

without it showing up on CCTV.
Right.

So, we interview everybody
that is connected to Haiden,

and if we've talked to them already,
we talk to them again.

All right.

LISA: 'Single blow to the back
of the skull.'

MAIYA: 'Vinette Lawson.
Did she come back?

'Well, is there any other way
into the hotel?'

DAN: 'The watch face is smashed.
Stopped at 9.25pm.'

'And the cameras by the fire exit
have not worked for years.'

I fear the worst.

You have a spring in your step.

I dread to think
what you've got planned.

You require me to deliver
Professor Haiden's speech.

The police wish me
to help solve his murder.

I was torn.

I now realise
they're the same thing.

So, why did you lie to us?

You received a message
from Professor Haiden's phone

around two hours after you left.

Yeah. I deleted it.

What did he want?

What do you think he wanted?

If you wanna spend another 24 hours
locked up, that's fine by me.

VINETTE SCOFFS

An image of you arriving
back at the hotel at 9.20pm.

Why did you go back?

SHE SIGHS

Sometimes they want seconds.

Well, you don't show up on the CCTV.

The lift was taking ages.

I used the backstairs.

You saw Haiden?

Knocked on his door,
there was no answer.

Tried his number, went to voicemail.

I hung around for a few minutes,
then I left.

You stole Haiden's credit card.

No. I found it outside his room.

He must've dropped it.

I took what was owed for my time.

This is bullshit!

We're interviewing everyone
in the hotel who had a connection

with Professor Haiden.
How well did you know him?

Well, we taught in the same
department at Durham University.

Although this was about ten years
ago, so...

You were in room 805.
Did you pop in, say hi?

No, I didn't know him that well.

You were about to be
colleagues again.

Yes, the head of criminology
at St Cuthbert's is retiring.

I believe he was offered the post.

And what were you doing last night
between 9 and 11?

I have an alibi.

OPERA MUSIC

Between 9 and 11,
I was having dinner with my wife,

and that gent there.

Also, Gisele Haiden was in the bar.

She can vouch for us.
Was she with anyone?

No.

What do you think
she was doing there?

HE SIGHS

My wife thought
that she might be waiting

to catch her husband
with another woman.

We found your key card
in your husband's room.

You told us you didn't go in there.

I must've given it to him.

Did you suspect your husband
was seeing other women?

We had an open marriage.

Did you?

You checked into the hotel under
an assumed name. You paid cash.

Looks like you were
trying to remain incognito

while you checked up
on your husband.

The assumed name,
it was a name we used...

..to spice things up.

OK.

Open marriage, you had affairs,
he had affairs?

Of course.
Who did you have an affair with?

Name one person
you had an affair with.

The man I love
has just been murdered...

and you're subjecting me
to these insulting questions?

I don't have to tell you
who I've slept with.

I don't have to tell you anything.

Where's he gone?

MUSIC: 'Marechiare' by Compagnia
d'Opera Italiana & Antonello Gotta

MUSIC CONTINUES
THROUGH HEADPHONES

To myself.

A life well lived.

Ah...

Work.

You've got nothing else.

I ate what I wanted,

got drunk when I pleased,

slept with so many women.

As I slipped away,
I heard a band playing.

Thousands cheering.

What will you hear when you go?

KNOCKING ON DOOR

RAPID KNOCKING
ON DOOR

HE EXHALES

I was hoping for some input.

Professor, was Gisele Haiden
telling the truth?

Sometimes, DI Donckers,

you ask me questions to which
you already know the answer.

Do you think she was telling
the truth?

No. No. No, I don't.

Then, erm...

come in and ask yourself why.

Her husband's infidelity
shattered her pride.

And?

And those who knew her didn't
respect her enough to tell her.

Why the false name?

She booked into the hotel
anonymously

because she desperately hoped that
she was wrong, and if she was wrong,

she didn't want him
to know that she was here.

But she was not wrong.

No, she wasn't wrong.

She saw the escort leave the room,

her world fell apart,
she killed him.

What do you think?

There is a mental health condition

known as intermittent
explosive disorder.

Has Gisele Haiden
a history of violence?

She was arrested four years ago
over a parking dispute,

released without charge.

So, are the pieces locking together?

No. They are not.

Let us pretend that
you are back at university.

Please, one final lesson.

Fine.

Gisele Haiden and Vinette Lawson.

Both lied to us,

both had means, motive
and opportunity.

But with so many moving parts,

it is difficult to know
where to focus the enquiry.

Please would you gather together
the glasses and the knives?

Now, place three of the glasses
in a triangle, far enough apart

so that the knives
cannot form a bridge.

Professor Emmerich set up
50 identical versions of this puzzle

and gave our class 20 minutes
to suspend the fourth glass,

like so...

..using the knives.

Begin.

Ah! There you are.

This is going to have to be
replaced.

I can practically see the bacteria
multiplying in the diaphragm.

Yes, I'll see what I can do.

Are there many cancellations?
One or two.

Most of the guests are happy
to respect Gisele Haiden's wish

for the conference to go ahead.

Gisele Haiden
is one of the main suspects.

She has a front-row seat.

The police aren't gonna drag her
out in front of everybody, are they?

We shall have to wait and see.

WILFRED SIGHS

Before you go...

I'd like you to read this out.

It's a list of Professor Haiden's
accomplishments.

It's blank.

That's exactly the sort of thing
I don't wish to hear.

Hm.

Haiden's postmortem puts the time
of death at least one hour earlier.

So, Haiden called Vinette Lawson
15 minutes after he died.

Nice trick if you can pull it off.
Exactly.

I believe I know who killed
Professor Haiden.

But I am lacking the boson that
gives mass to the other particles.

What?

The final piece of the jigsaw.

So, who is it?

To provide you with the evidence
that you require for a prosecution,

may I request that the suspects

be in the conference hall
to hear my speech?

Hang on.

I am just getting to know
how you work, and I'll be honest,

there are a lot of wild rumours out
there, but that is ridiculous.

I can't authorise that
without a name, a motive, evidence.

Of course.

OK. Convince me.

And so, to emphasise the urgency
I'm talking about,

I'm gonna leave you with
one extraordinary set of statistics.

Erm...

Last year, 53% of all UK crime
was fraud and cybercrime.

Of these crimes, only 0.1%
resulted in a criminal charge.

Thank you very much.
APPLAUSE

Tina Morley. We'll take a
five-minute break, everybody.

DOG WHIMPERS

All right.

All right. I'll tell him the truth.

VOICEMAIL: 'The person...'
Wilfred?

'..you are trying to reach
is unavailable at the moment.'

VOICEMAIL BEEPS
Wilfred, Adelaide.

Yesterday, I may have led you
to believe

there was no physical evidence

that might aid Jasper's memory
of that day.

Don't be alarmed.

I'm about to locate and destroy
the evidence.

And, of course,
our loss as a college

is one shared with St Cuthbert's,

who had only a few days ago
offered Professor Haiden

the position of head of criminology.

We are fortunate in having with us
Professor Jasper Tempest,

who has selflessly volunteered
to deliver what would have been

Professor Haiden's keynote speech.

Please welcome
Professor Jasper Tempest.

APPLAUSE

QUIETLY: Your job depends upon this.

What you are about to hear
is a rumination

on the vital importance

of the initial stages
of a homicide investigation.

A period sometimes referred to
as "the golden hour".

I should also add
that one of you here in this hall

committed murder
less than 24 hours ago.

AUDIENCE EXCLAIMS

MURMURINGS OF CHATTER

At the conclusion of this speech,

your identity will be revealed.

I can't believe I OK'd this.

The killer, of course,
now has a dilemma.

Do they run,
thus revealing their guilt,

or do they remain in their seat,

hoping that this is a bluff,

an attempt to scare them
into flight?

What will they choose?

But first,
Professor Haiden's speech.

When Professor Haiden
wrote his speech,

he can have had no idea
that the ingredient needed

to give it relevance
would be his own murder.

One thing he got right
was the importance,

when it comes to evidence,

of separating the essential
from the merely fascinating.

May I?

Yes.
KNIVES CLATTER

I said use the knives.

I did not say use all the knives.

The killer could not leave
the hotel.

To do so would focus attention
on them.

They also knew that their proximity
to the victim

would mean they would be amongst
the first to be questioned.

They did not trust their own ability
to perform under such questioning,

so they devised a plan
to distract the police,

to send them chasing clues
in multiple directions.

Amongst this evidential cache
was Professor Haiden's watch,

stopped at 9:25,

as the victim presumably attempted
to ward off the assault.

When the autopsy revealed
the time of death

to be at least an hour earlier,

the police then had to contend
with the mystery

of Professor Haiden's missing phone.

An item that fortuitously turned up
with the revelation

that the victim may have placed
a call after his death.

Then there was the conveniently
discovered credit card,

used by one of the suspects,

and the key card,
belonging to another,

found in Professor Haiden's room.

The time wasted
on these fascinating,

yet inessential clues,

meant that initial interviews
with the suspects were perfunctory.

The killer,
knowing that they would not face

a thorough police interrogation,

and with what appeared to be
a solid alibi,

felt so secure that their behaviour,
when questioned,

aroused no suspicion.

But there was a flaw.

A subconscious motive.

Surrounded by fellow academics,

the killer was eager
to show how clever she was.

MAN: "She"?
MURMURINGS OF CHATTER

She needed to convince herself

how wrong those appointment boards
had been to pass her by,

how absurd it was that the position
that should've been hers

had been offered
to Professor Haiden.

In a room full
of eminent criminologists,

she would sit supreme
and unassailable,

having committed the perfect murder.

No more need to play
the sympathy card

to excuse her meltdowns
in interviews.

No need to fake the symptoms
of postnatal depression

to elicit the support
of her husband.

No!

You're wrong.

20 minutes.

You are totally wrong.

You never saw how she suffered!

You smug bastard!

Oh!
AUDIENCE EXCLAIMS

HE GROANS, STRAINS

I killed Haiden, not Tina.

Me.

I know.

Convince me.

Alex Morley was sacked as an MP

because of what I interpret
as empathetic anger

caused by criticism of his wife.

Empathetic anger can be positive,
but when experienced by someone

who suffers from
intermittent explosive disorder,

it is often destructive.

And how would you prove this?

One way would be to use
Tina Morley's pain

to trigger a confession.

I thought if I caught Haiden
with an escort

that the board
would have to reconsider.

And appoint your wife?
Yes.

What happened?

'I waited in the foyer,
and I saw her.

'I wanted to get a photo of her
with Haiden.

'Took the backstairs.

'It was too late.

'So, I waited.

'I thought I'd get one of her
coming out.'

No, no.
No, no, give me that back.

Give me the phone back!

I tried to get my phone back.
He was laughing.

He was ridiculing Tina.

I picked something up
and I hit him.

Every time Tina went for a job...

they'd ask her to explain the gaps
in her CV.

Just bringing back those...

..terrible months when, er...

she couldn't hold the baby.

She didn't wanna live.

She was led to believe
that the job was hers,

and they gave it to Haiden!

She said to me, "This punishment
is never gonna stop."

I just wanted it to stop.

Did you tell Tina what you'd done?

No. No. No, I...

No, I...

changed the time, smashed the watch,
called the escort.

'Put Haiden's credit card
where she'd find it.

'I did all of it.'

DOG BARKS

BARKING CONTINUES

Are you pleased with yourself?

I know the cover-up was your idea.

SHE CHUCKLES

Yeah. You know everything.

I detected misdirection
before I knew Haiden was dead.

Saying you had a crush,
that was clumsy.

SHE LAUGHS

Nobody will ever love you
the way that Alex loves me.

Nobody.

Professor.

It's your mum.

MONITOR BEEPS

EXHALES DEEPLY

How is she?
She has a broken hip.

The surgeon says
the operation went well.

Hm.

The Appointments Board
has approved your reinstatement.

Mm.

The neighbours believe
she had been in the attic.

She has not been up there for years.

She was looking for something,
wasn't she?