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SOFT MUSIC PLAYS

OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS

Jasper?

GUN CLATTERS Whoa!

GUNSHOT, HE GRUNTS

PANTING

You tried to stop me from killing Lanesborough?

Cos you know, Jasper, if you say that at the hearing,

I'll... I'll lose everything.

Mind your step.

This way.

Come around with me. Come round to the back.

BUZZER SOUNDS

DISTANT SHOUTING

DOOR LOCKS

SOFT MUSIC PLAYS

DOOR CREAKS

Wait. PAPER RUSTLES

Jasper Tempest.

Discharging an unlicensed shotgun in a police station, eh?

Well, that's a new one. Come through slowly.

Just like an airport,

but you're not going anywhere nice.

Uniform, toiletries, towel, blanket.

Th-That will not be necessary.

I shall give you a list of personal items

you may collect from my home. SNIGGERING

Comedian. I'll take these.

Like doing the washing-up, do you? Thank you.

LOCK TURNS, BUZZER SOUNDS

Follow me.

Yeah, pick up the pace.

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

LOW GROWL

He's a lion.

May I ask why?

Commission for a zodiac calendar.

Really?

It'll pay for ten days in Venice.

Have you had any sort of communique regarding Jasper?

Communique, Wilfred? What on earth are you talking about?

He's in prison.

Oh, don't tease. It's far too early.

I can assure you, Adelaide, I'm not teasing.

Jasper has been taken to prison.

Do you want to sit down?

I am seated.

DISTANT CHATTER

Come on, move over.

Let him through, let him through.

Fresh meat. Hey, easy.

MAN: One for the Hobbit shop. LAUGHTER

Oi. None of that. Come on, keep going.

Now, when we get to the bridge, I want you to turn right.

Erm, just wait.

# All the pretty little horses

# Way down yonder, in the meadow

# Poor little baby crying Mama

# Birds and butterflies Flutter round his eyes

# Poor little baby Crying Mama... #

INDISTINCT CHATTER

BAG RUSTLES

KNOCK ON DOOR

How did it go? Wasn't much of a hearing.

The professor didn't say a word.

WOMAN: Professor Tempest, your refusal to speak

in your own defence means I have no choice

but to remand you in custody

until a date for your trial is set.

GAVEL BANGS

Why wouldn't he speak?

I don't wanna drag you into this, Paul.

Last night, I... saw you unlocking the armoury.

Were you gonna kill Lanesborough?

No. No, that...

that wasn't the plan.

What was your plan? I...

..I wanted to scare him. I...

..I wanted to arrest him. And I...

Then he hit me, and things... spiralled.

What, and the professor did that to stop you?

His defence puts you in prison,

he can't lie, so he's saying nothing.

Detective Superintendent Hines is in reception.

Tell him to wait.

He's very impatient. I'll be down when I'm ready.

Do you know him? Yeah.

Sam Hines was at Ashford with Lanesborough.

Ah.

Built a career taking down bent cops.

Well, I'm not a bent cop.

I'm gonna tell him the truth.

Hang on, hang on, hang on. Let's not make this any worse.

This whole thing comes down to your word against Lanesborough's.

Meanwhile, Jasper's in prison.

Jasper committed a... an offence.

He'll walk with a fine.

What you say or don't say isn't gonna change that.

The professor will be out of there in a couple of weeks.

The last thing we need to give Lanesborough

is any kind of victory.

I don't like being told to wait.

Shall we?

Come on, then.

KEYS JINGLE, HUBBUB

DISTANT SHOUTING

In.

HE EXHALES

HE EXHALES DEEPLY

LOCK TURNS

RECEDING FOOTSTEPS

Shall I take the upper berth?

HE INHALES

OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS

Are you sure they passed you fit?

Yeah, I got a nick. Barely broke the skin.

HE SNIFFS Also, I'm extremely brave.

Well, you were shot.

After you, boss.

Morning. Hiya.

Victim is Leo Moore. 45 years old, single.

He owned the place.

Without wanting to pre-empt the path report,

I'd guess the cause of death was multiple blows to the head.

Robbery? Funny kind of robbery.

Left a couple of grand in that drawer.

Unless they were after his phone. It's not here,

it's not in his car. Who found the body?

Dude right there. Benny Vause.

OK, thank you. Thanks.

Do you think the professor's gonna be OK?

Yeah. Prison will be like a field trip.

Benny. You found Leo Moore?

Yeah. I've got something to show you.

What's that?

He pulled into the car park a couple of hours ago.

ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH

'A Ford Mustang, almost smashing me up.'

It were blue with yellow stripes.

A Mustang? It don't come in that colour.

Somebody pimped it. It's easy to find.

OK, thank you. Thanks, Benny.

'I had a, er, brief interview with Simon Lanesborough.'

'You talked to him first?'

As part of my investigation,

I need to establish exactly what happened here last night.

Why was Lanesborough in your office?

I invited him.

SCRIBBLING, CLEARS HIS THROAT

Is he saying I was his accomplice?

PEN THUDS ON TABLE What was your plan?

To arrest him.

You didn't pass up the chain of command?

I wasn't sure who I could trust.

You do realise you've compromised our case

against a corrupt... and dangerous officer?

Do you?

Yes.

He's not accusing you of being his accomplice.

He says you intended to kill him.

What? You pointed a Glock 22 at him, but your property store

has no record of any firearms being booked out.

He's lying. About what?

I didn't have a gun.

OK.

LOW CHATTER

BIRDSONG

MAN'S VOICE: 'Fresh meat.'

CHILDREN PLAYING

MAN 2: 'One for the Hobbit shop.' LAUGHTER

BUZZER SOUNDS

You playing nice, Kenny?

LIGHT KNOCKING Lise, I've got some, erm...

Should I refer to you as "ma'am"?

"Your Ladyship" will do.

A couple of uniform bods spotted our dodgy Mustang

at the hospital. Approached the driver,

he kicked off big time. Zeb Drakeford.

DOOR OPENS

When this is over, I'm gonna sue every single one of you.

My wife's in hospital. This is going all over the socials.

Have you finished? Cos the sooner we get done here,

the sooner you get to be with your wife. Sit down.

8:30 this morning,

you were seen driving away from Leo Moore's warehouse.

So? So do you wanna tell us

what you were doing there?

I've got a dispute with Mr Moore.

I bought my wife a car, birthday present.

Two days later, she hits a pothole.

The car goes out of control, and she smashes into a wall.

She might never walk again.

What's this got to do with Leo Moore?

Were you born heartless,

or did the job make you like this?

Just answer the question.

The insurance won't pay up.

Their investigator says the car was fitted with fake wheel rims.

You bought the car from Leo Moore?

Bernard Brothers. I'm suing them, as well.

And they told me they got their spare parts from Leo Moore.

So you paid him a visit?

Yeah. Didn't see him, though. The place was closed.

Can I go now?

I hope your wife recovers.

HE SCOFFS

BRAKES SQUEAK

INDISTINCT

That's Adam Bernard. Yeah? You sure?

British middleweight champ, retired undefeated.

When were you into boxing? My dad is.

Said he was a proper boxer.

Hello. I'm Adam.

Don't worry, no hard sell.

Take your time, have a look around.

Any questions, come see me.

Yeah... where can we talk? DRILL WHIRS

In here.

'Zeb Drakeford was in a couple of days ago.

'Said he was gonna sue, burn me down, and destroy me.

'A very angry man.'

ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH

You sent him to Leo Moore?

No. A guy kicking off like that,

it's not exactly the vibe you're going for.

I didn't send him anywhere.

I told him where we got our spare parts.

Most counterfeit parts are pretty undetectable.

They even fool the experts.

Undetectable until you put 'em under pressure.

Like the wheel rims? Under pressure, they buckle.

DOOR OPENS My brother Joe.

Hi. Brother and partner.

They're here about Leo Moore.

He's history. Claims he didn't know the parts were fake.

Never doing business with him again.

That's for sure. He's dead.

No way.

When did this happen?

We don't know exactly. What?

And you think this Drakeford... you think he killed him?

HUBBUB

DOOR SQUEAKS

You know you're bunked with a cop?

I am not a police officer.

I am, in point of fact, a criminologist.

You're wanted for ping-pong.

Now.

Well, well... the man who put me behind bars.

I can't take you down. It's far too busy.

Wait half an hour and I'll come get you.

KEYS JINGLE, LOCK TURNS

GRUNTING

HE GROANS

BREATHES HEAVILY

DOOR SQUEAKS

You got lucky. But you have to be lucky every time,

I just have to be lucky once.

On your way, Holland.

PANTING

HE GROANS

We can get you moved to the VPU.

SPRAYING

Vulnerable Prisoners' Unit. Oh.

While that is not without its allure...

HE GROANS ..as a criminologist,

I have been gifted a unique opportunity.

HE INHALES SHARPLY

I shall remain in the belly of the beast.

Good for you.

OK, we've got an estimated time of death for Leo Moore.

Between midnight and 2am.

Drakeford also identified leaving the place at 8:30am.

Most killers don't hang around for six hours after the deed.

Well, unless he went back for something.

Mm, like what?

Leo Moore's phone hasn't turned up, right?

I dunno, erm... Zeb leaves a threatening message, right?

That's not enough, so he goes to the warehouse,

big argument, kills Moore, goes home.

At 8am, he wakes up, realises he's incriminated himself,

he goes back and grabs the phone.

Mm. Right now,

we've got little evidence and a lot of conjecture.

If the professor was here, maybe we could...

Yeah, well...

he's not, is he?

Dan...

What's up with him?

DISTANT LAUGHTER

LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS

DISTANT SHOUTING AND BANGING

BANGING AND SHOUTING CONTINUES

HE EXHALES DEEPLY

BANGING CONTINUES

SOFT MUSIC PLAYS

BANGING IN TUNE WITH MUSIC

BANGING FADES

MUSIC CONTINUES

Got forensics on the baseball bat.

Oh? It's a fingerprint match.

It's Adam Bernard.

Your dad's hero.

What-What does the PNC say? Why have we got his prints?

Theft, 1997. Case dismissed.

Well, it's not exactly Charlie Big-time, is it?

Dan.

DRILL WHIRS

We're looking for your brother. Why?

We need to talk to him. It's his day off.

He'll be off somewhere with his wife.

Where?

Is this in connection with the Leo Moore thing?

Look, where can we find him?

You think he's got something to do with it.

HE LAUGHS If that's where

you're going with this, you're wasting your time.

Why would that be?

Two nights ago, me and Adam, all-night card game.

Apart from your brother,

you've named three others who were at the card night.

Right, so you sit round a table all night,

you can't remember half the guys you were with?

Well, I had had a bit to drink.

You recognise that?

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

No.

It was used to kill Leo Moore. Your fingerprints are on it.

After Zeb Drakeford came round shouting the odds,

I went to see Leo Moore...

..and he's... I dunno... scared, I guess.

He starts waving that thing around at me.

I don't like being threatened...

so I took it off him. What did you do with it?

I think I'd like a solicitor now.

So, you've got his fingerprints on the murder weapon,

an alibi that doesn't hold up? Adam Bernard's thinking,

"Leo Moore's stupid greed could've shut down my business."

He goes to remonstrate,

suddenly he's got him waving a baseball bat in his face.

That's a pretty good motive.

Why aren't you sure?

Um... Adam Bernard was her dad's hero.

That's got nothing to do with it.

Donckers?

TAPPING

OK. I'll speak to the CPS.

Good job, Winters.

Adam Bernard...

..you are charged with the murder

of Leonard Charles Moore.

HANDCUFFS CLICK

HE SCOFFS

Champ! Hello, mate. How's it going, you all right?

All right, then, up these stairs.

You're gonna go right at the top.

Adamski! All right, mate? How's it going?

It's the Terminator! Ha! I was, mate.

Yeah, very good, very good. Come on, get out of it.

Omar. Yeah.

Hello, mate. All right, man?

How's it going? Yeah, yeah, yeah, good, good.

How you been? 20 years, mate.

Yeah. You're looking well.

All right, that's enough. Enough. Come on.

Good to see you. You, too.

We'll catch up, yeah? Yeah?

Typical. Finally, somebody I know,

when I've got my parole hearing coming up.

May I ask how you made his acquaintance?

Used to spar with him. Days of yore, Repton Gym.

Can't believe he remembered me.

Wipes, gloves, spray, soap,

lapsang souchong, macadamias, shiitake mushrooms.

Ms Snares has prepared a lavish parcel for Jasper.

And the piece de resistance?

My famous date and walnut.

Have you hidden a file in there?

Who needs a file? Smash through the bars with that.

Well, perhaps you could take it... when you visit.

Wilfred, we need to talk.

Well, it must be serious if you've dragged me up here.

No-one must know. No prying ears.

What is it?

He won't see me. Jasper. Good Lord, why ever not?

I submitted my request,

"State the purpose of your visit."

Had it summarily rejected. No reason given.

Will you go, Wilfred? I need to know how he is.

Oh, Adelaide, I've tried.

He didn't want to see me, either.

LOW CHATTER

OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS

Hey. I was thinking...

maybe you could use some of that criminology voodoo

to help Adam.

I can assure you the science of criminology

has nothing whatsoever to do with voo...

The thing is...

..Adam's been charged with murder,

but he didn't do it.

Of course. I understand it is the norm for inmates

to protest their innocence.

Not me.

I got what I deserved. 20 years. Armed robbery.

I know when someone's lying.

He ain't lying.

Einstein. Laundry duty.

HE GRUNTS

DOOR THUDS

THUD You're gonna pay now!

Did you hear me?!

Of course. You are standing in extremely close proximity.

What's wrong with you? You got a death wish?

While we exist, death is not present.

And when death is present, we no longer exist.

What?! Epicurus.

If you kill me, this unpleasantness ends.

If you do not,

I have a captivating anecdote for my memoirs.

What if I just blind you?

You are not going to do that.

FOOTSTEP

What do you want?

Why don't you leave him alone?

You might be a big deal on the out...

but in here... you're nothing.

GRUNTING

HE LAUGHS

GRUNTING

GROANING

HE EXHALES

If you help me...

..I'll protect you.

I think not.

You're in the wrong place.

I mean... you should be in the psych ward.

I would never promise to help someone unless I knew they were,

in all probability, innocent.

As I know nothing of Mr Bernard's case,

it would've been disingenuous to accept his offer.

Unbelievable.

CHAIRS SCRAPING

What happened to your head?

To answer that would violate a number of prison ordinances.

RUSTLING

You didn't tell me Adam Bernard was on the same wing as you.

Is that a problem? How do you think he would react

if he knew I was showing you his file?

He'd be pleased.

We're talking about a guy who beat another man to death

with a baseball bat.

Mm, in a, erm, quote, "frenzied attack".

Exactly. And yet,

you would not be here if you were convinced

you had charged the right person.

No. I'm good with it.

You're the one who asked to be involved.

To my point... why did you agree?

I thought you might need a distraction.

Hm.

You're staring right at them.

Yes, I am.

What's it say?

It establishes Adam Bernard had a motive for murder.

It demonstrates he lied about being in Leo Moore's warehouse,

thus had opportunity.

His fingerprints are on the murder weapon.

To wit, he had means. And his alibi is a fabrication.

So, he's guilty?

When you sparred with Adam Bernard,

how well did you know him?

Pretty well. Knew the whole family.

Used to go back to his for tea.

Adam would get steak. You know, to build him up.

The rest of us would get fish fingers.

OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS So, you spoke to the professor,

and he thinks Adam Bernard doesn't fit the profile?

Yes, he called me from prison.

Yeah, I get that. What I don't get is,

how he's got a theory about a case he knows nothing about.

I gave him the file. Why?

I don't know. I felt sorry for him.

And the professor thinks what? Adam Bernard, as a boxer,

he's all about precision, control, conserving energy.

You don't throw one punch more than you have to. A proper boxer.

He's not the type to carry out a frenzied attack.

Leo Moore's killer was expressing an explosion

of long-repressed anger, resentment, jealousy,

emotions he'd been bottling up for years. What?

That profile... Adam Bernard's the perfect fit.

I mean, he lost the chance to be world champion

when he got a detached retina. Four or five eye operations,

boards of control wouldn't grant him a licence.

The thing he'd trained for his whole life, gone.

Boof, like that.

So when he discovers that Leo Moore, a man he trusts,

has been cheating him for years, selling him fake parts,

something that could ruin his business... he explodes.

With years of resentment,

repressed anger coming to a head, right there.

The professor's just confirmed we got it right.

Mm.

HUBBUB

HE EXHALES

How did you know when to hit Mr Holland?

If you watch a man carefully,

he'll tell you when to throw a punch.

Ah. Are you, by any chance,

familiar with the work of Dr Paul Ekland,

the expert on body language?

No. But... in a place like this,

body language is the only language you can trust.

I see it here, I've seen it in the ring...

fake bravado. If you put 'em under pressure...

..they all buckle.

Like a counterfeit wheel rim.

Hm. If you still require my assistance,

within the bounds of what is achievable

given our confinement, I will do what I can.

PEN CLICKS

Thank you. Most helpful.

You know Adam Bernard fits the profile?

The detached retina, yes. I've been informed about that.

In fact, I know a great deal about his background.

From him? From somebody that knows him.

It is fascinating, is it not,

the language of non-verbal behaviour?

INAUDIBLE

You are familiar with the limbic system?

The part of the brain we use for survival, yes.

In prison, it is more important than the conscious mind,

and as we converse,

my hippocampus is telling me that Joseph Bernard's behaviour

has changed since his previous visit.

The younger brother now stands between Adam and his wife.

His body language is telling her,

"I am the one who can protect you."

Well, she's having none of it.

Nevertheless, Adam's incarceration

has created opportunities for his brother.

Are you feeling OK? Joseph is not a suspect.

He was alibied by six other people.

There will be evidence, if you look for it.

I've found something. Bet you could use a coffee.

Yes, please. I've found something that might be relevant

to the Leo Moore case.

I don't know if you remember, but we've already charged a guy.

I've been looking through Leo Moore's bank accounts.

What have you got? This sheet here.

I've highlighted all the transactions

between Bernard Brothers Motors and Leo Moore.

This sheet - cash withdrawals made by Moore.

Whenever he took out a large amount, the date

corresponded with a payment made by the Bernard Brothers,

and the cash withdrawal was exactly half the amount paid in.

God, it's too early for this.

What does... what does any of that mean?

He was paying somebody at Bernard Brothers

to turn a blind eye to the fake parts he was selling them.

And that somebody could be Adam Bernard.

Or his brother. Who has an alibi.

You play cards all night...

Yeah. ..you take a break?

Of course.

Anybody at that table could've been to Leo Moore's and back

in ten minutes. The alibi's meaningless.

HE EXHALES

As part of our investigation into the fraudulent dealings

between your company and Leo Moore's spare parts,

we got a warrant for your personal bank details.

Every time Leo Moore sold fake parts to your company,

you got a kickback.

You robbed your brother, cheated your customers,

endangered lives, almost killed Angela Drakeford.

I've got an alibi, so whatever it is you're saying...

I'm talking about fraud.

You jump the tracks, start talking about murder.

I'm here voluntarily.

Your deal with Leo Moore...

finally you had something of your own...

..something that wasn't given to you,

like Adam making you a partner. This was yours.

Then Angela Drakeford crashed. What happened then?

Nothing.

Leo Moore had a warehouse full of fake parts.

Did he force you to buy them? Threatening to tell Adam?

My client is here voluntarily. I'm advising him to leave.

TENSE MUSIC PLAYS

You could've charged him with conspiracy to fraud.

One more day, we'll have him for the big one.

That's not what the fingerprint evidence says.

Joseph Bernard is a man who likes to wear gloves.

Which should be a crime in itself.

You'd better be right.

Oh, look, Kafka! Your namesake.

Sorry to keep you. Same eyes, same ears.

Could almost make you believe in reincarnation.

Yes. Erm... Well, shall we...?

Indeed.

My son, via some grotesque miscarriage of justice,

found himself remanded at His Majesty's pleasure.

So I've heard.

In which case, you can probably guess why I'm here.

I could guess, but I'd prefer you to tell me.

I'd like you to pay him a visit.

Why?

To find out what really happened.

Haven't you seen him? He won't see me.

Well... what son wants his mother to see him in jail?

I worry he won't come out alive.

HE EXHALES

CHAIR SCRAPES

Your brother...

..37 fights... retired undefeated.

Who are you? Never knocked down.

He was gifted... but it took courage to use that gift.

What do you want? You have it in your power to do something

that requires more courage than those 37 fights combined.

Where's Adam? Is-Is he OK?

That depends. On what?

On you.

You never wanted your brother locked up,

and yet, you were presented with this... terrible gift.

A gift most of us would find it impossible to refuse.

You never intended to kill Leo Moore.

It was a momentary loss of control.

You can never reverse that, but...

..what you did afterwards, what you did to your brother,

you have the power to correct that error of judgement.

And that...

if you have the courage to use it...

..that is your gift.

CHAIR SCRAPES

KNOCKING Lise.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

He wants to make a statement.

DOOR CREAKS

KEYS JINGLE

SOFT MUSIC PLAYS

RUSTLING

You might be glad to know

Kenny Holland's been transferred.

We have to check what's in there.

Date and walnut?

Also, the governor has allocated you a counselling session.

All right?

Please.

TABLE SCRAPES

BUZZER SOUNDS

DOOR SQUEAKS

BUZZER SOUNDS

Jasper.

HE EXHALES

Well, in the interests of transparency,

erm, I'm here at your mother's request.

She's worried about you.

This is very hard for you.

When my father died, I...

I-I constructed an edifice of...

..rules and habits...

..for protection.

And now?

Er...

Under pressure, it... it is buckling.

SHARP INHALE

TAKES A DEEP BREATH

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