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(distant siren)

(street chatter)

(child 1) Mum!

(child 2) Ow!

(child 1) Mum!

Coming, darlin'.

(children chatter)

(child 1) Mum!

Come on, Trippy. Come on. This way.

This way, come on. Go catch, watch this.

Go, boy.

-Go on. -(dog barks)

-Oh! -(dog barks)

No!

Not the mud again.

Trip. Come on, boy.

(tense music)

-(woman) Trip! -(barks)

Come on, Trip. Trip, come here.

-(dog barks) -Come on!

-(barks) -Come here, boy. Come here.

Come here, you little fluffy...

(tense music rises)

(theme music)

(heavy thud)

(heart beating)

(crowd shouting)

(heavy breathing)

(both grunting)

(muffled grunting)

(heavy breathing)

(siren blaring)

(suspenseful music)

(camera shutter clicks)

(radio chatter)

-(Nikki) Does it hurt? -Only when I breathe.

-(Nikki) Can you help me here? -(Jack) Uh-huh.

(Jack in slurred voice) The head? (grunts)

-(Nikki) Got it? -(Jack) Yeah.

-(mumbles) I hate the mud. -What?

I hate the mud.

-(Nikki) Do you? -(Jack) Uh-huh.

But you like getting punched in the face?

Yeah, it's one of my favourite things.

What are your other favourites?

A needle in the eye? Colonoscopies? (chuckles)

Getting to know one another? Huh?

Good looking woman, strapping bloke...

Out in the fresh air, having a lovely little chat

enjoying yourselves while we are battling the elements!

-(Nikki) Who are you? -(DI Bull scoffs)

Warren Bull. Detective Inspector.

And I need you to get a move on.

-We're moving as fast as we can. -Between social interludes?

Did you know that 95 miles of the Thames is tidal

and we are standing at about, well, mile 91?

(mumbles) Couldn't give a shit about that.

What?

He said he didn't know that.

Oh.

See, time is running out, and the tide is coming in.

I think we'll be okay. We've got, um...

47 minutes.

-Student of the tides, are we? -No. Just professional.

What is wrong with him?

He bit his tongue.

I know the feeling. I have to bite mine all the time.

So... 47 minutes, you say?

Uh, if you need anything, let me know.

-Thanks for having my back. -Mm.

Got your front too unless something's changed.

Ugh, dial it back. You sound a bit pervy.

I meant to.

(Dr Cherry) And the next one, Haidar.

And the next one.

Thank you, Haidar.

These are crime scenes.

What is a crime scene?

(female student) A place where a crime took place?

(Dr Cherry) A place where a crime took place?

(Celeste chuckles)

Well, yes. Of course, you are correct. Congratulations.

Now ask yourself

how you got into this University because I'm struggling with it.

(laughter)

(chuckles)

Can anyone advance this discussion?

No.

A crime scene is a collection of facts.

Your job is to find and assemble those facts

without bias.

(Dr Cherry) Celeste!

(child 1) You've taken them!

(child 2) No, I haven't!

It's an emergency to me.

He didn't come home last night.

I-It's not normal.

Why do I have to wait 48 hours?

Why isn't he home?

My husband comes home.

(tense music)

-What's he doing? -Looking after the body.

Ooh. Looking after dead bodies.

Ooh, imagine doing that for a job.

It's a bit of a conversation killer.

"What do you do for a living?"

"Well, I look after dead bodies." "Really?"

"Oh. Fair play to ya."

(mumbles) Probably gets you further than saying that

you're a police officer.

What?

Have we been able to identify the deceased yet?

Fingerprints and DNA didn't come back as a match.

Nothing on MisPers yet that fits his description.

(camera shutters)

The deceased is a white male,

approximately 40 to 60 years old.

Velvy?

(Dr Cherry) We will not be doing any of that

multiple-choice online assessment nonsense.

(Haidar) The Department recommends it

because it's less subjective and protects you from complaints.

I know why they recommended it. It's bollocks.

Excuse my French.

The midterm exam will not be online.

(Haidar) Yes, sir.

(Celeste) The Dean may object.

Well, let's hope by then,

we are more intimate with the Dean.

Tell the class there will be three essays,

subjectively marked,

followed by a one-to-one, extremely subjective tutorial with me

where they can defend their work.

Yes, sir.

Uh, Celeste, we should devise a practical exam

for later in the term.

Stage a crime scene that can be investigated and assessed.

I'll put some ideas together, Sir.

Thank you. Have you got a list of the members of the panel?

Uh, yes. Elizabeth Newport is the chair.

Oh, young Lizzy.

Sweet but ineffectual.

Oh, Harrison Cairney!

You know about this guy?

You don't want to be left alone in a lift with him...

No. Scum rises to the top

and drapes himself in the cloak of woke.

Valerie Fullerton?

Wasn't she part of the management of that lab in Manchester?

She was. She insisted she had nothing to do with it

then it turned out she was the administrator.

(Dr Cherry) She can lie with a straight face.

Make her perfect for academics.

Oh, I read your paper on the detection of synthetic drugs.

I have some thoughts and ideas, but it really is first-rate.

-Excellent work. -Thank you.

Does that, um, drug you described...

-Does it really make you randy? -(whispers) Apparently.

Oh, well. We'd better keep it away from Cairney then.

Professor Priapic.

(all laugh)

Right, well. Wish me luck!

You won't need luck, sir. You'll make a fantastic Dean.

There's no one better in the country. Anywhere.

Well, that's very kind of you, Haidar.

-It's also very true! -(laughs softly)

-Good luck, Professor. -Thank you, Celeste.

Do you think the panel will judge me subjectively?

(laughs)

Hello, um, Cara!

So-um, I-I don't... sign. Sorry.

Um...

Your work has been excellent.

And I think you're ready for some practical experience.

So we need to find you a work placement.

I'll ask a few people and we'll get something sorted.

Do you, um, have anyone to work with on your assignment?

Okay, well, um...

Just... let me know if there's anything I can help you with.

-Dr Alexander? -Oh, thanks!

The lungs were overinflated and overlapped in the midline.

Frothy fluid is present in the airways...

(camera shutters)

...and the alveolar spaces of the lungs.

Let's have a look at his heart.

The pulmonary edema appears to be non-cardiogenic.

And there were no other obvious causes of death at post-mortem.

What does that mean?

-He drowned. -Oh.

(DI Bull) How long was he in the water?

(Nikki) Not certain.

I can do a "less than"

based on water temperature and evidence of predation,

or rather lack of it, in the water.

I'd say less than 24 hours.

Possibly less than 18.

Water temperature-- (grimaces)

...eleven degrees Celsius.

Sorry, I heard water temperature?

Eleven degrees.

The cold water slows decomposition

and makes determining time of death--

-Inaccurate? -More generalised.

-Alcohol? -No trace.

Blood tests are negative.

He has a significant head injury.

Velvy?

The water has washed away any blood spatter pattern,

but there was an extensive subgaleal haemorrhage,

so it's most likely that it occurred before he died.

Does anyone have any idea how this happened?

Blunt force injury.

-Blunt force injury. -He understood.

(DI Bull) Presumably, there's no weapon found.

No.

(DI Bull) Distinguishing marks, tattoos?

-(computer beeps) -(Nikki) Nope.

-Wallet, money? -(Nikki) No.

Was he wearing a watch?

Um, a-a tan line where the watch would have been?

Well. Yes.

-(DI Bull) Ah. -(Nikki) He did.

Clothing?

-(Velvy) Marks and Spencer. -(DI Bull) Hm.

-You've run for drugs? -Yes.

No class A's, opioids, cocaine, heroin...

(Velvy) Or B's or C's.

We picked up no illegal drugs in the blood screen.

Medical condition? Heart attack?

(Nikki) We didn't see any obvious medical condition

in the post-mortem.

No stroke, no heart attack.

We did find a significant subdural haematoma

as a result of the blunt force injury to his head.

Mm.

Operating theory...

Robbery or Assault resulting in death?

That's where I end up. But we don't know motive.

CPS would look at it as a homicide

but more likely manslaughter.

And it's hard to be certain of motive

if we don't know who he is.

Ah, well, I won't argue with that.

(mumbles) Diatoms?

Help me?

We can look for diatoms in the body.

Diatoms vary on the basis of

morphological and taxonomic characteristics

of a particular habitat.

It's possible to find the location or site of the drowning

by comparing water found in organs with water from possible sites.

(Jack) Mm.

(DI Bull) It's a river?

Doesn't the water and the diatoms move?

It may help.

We'll need his dental charts.

(Dr Cherry) Fairness is about emotion.

It's about how we feel.

Justice is about facts.

Our students, our society,

tends to confuse these two things.

The fundamental principle of justice

is that equals should be treated equally

and unequal's unequally.

(Fullerton) Really?

This is your conception of justice, Professor Cherry?

Not mine. Aristotle's. You've heard of him?

We forget that we are the law. Individually and corporately.

Justice and fairness are our responsibility, not grievance.

It would be my goal, as Dean of this school,

to not simply equip the students with the tools to pursue justice,

working a crime scene, harnessing technology,

creating plausible scenarios

based on our understanding of human behaviour,

but to aspire to fairness.

Plato observed,

that it would be better to be guilty of manslaughter

than of fraud about what is just and fair.

And the Greek geezer was right.

The very stability of our society

depends on just and fair.

Symbiotic but separate concepts.

Where we have gone wrong, in our society,

is to confuse grievance with fairness

and allowed that conflation

to impersonate justice.

Would you mind? Can't do it myself.

(Jack sighs)

Ah. Yes.

-I see it. -Ah!

Okay.

Hold still.

Argh! (hisses in pain)

Did I get it?

(inhales and exhales, groans)

(Jack) Oh.

Oh, I think you did.

-(Jack) That stuff's so good. -How bad did you lose?

-What are we talking about? -Your face.

This is what winning looks like, baby. Ow.

-You won? -Uh-huh.

Huh. Congratulations.

You enjoy, uh, this?

-Fighting? -Yeah.

Yeah.

-Why? -It's a reminder.

-Of what? -Being alive?

-Oh. You're looking sharp. -Oh!

Dressed to kill.

Maybe dressed to impress?

To kill? Not so great.

Considering where we are.

-I'll stick with impress? -Who were you impressing?

An interview panel.

Ugh. But I can't imagine they'll be judging me on my clothes.

Have you seen his shoes? You should get shoes like that.

-My shoes are fine. -Oh, my God! He can talk!

Your shoes are functional.

Those are "take me to the dance" shoes.

(Jack) Did they take you? To the dance?

Oh. I haven't heard the music yet.

How far do we think the deceased travelled down the Thames?

Well. Ol' Father Thames is a fickle thing.

-Oh, Father not Mother? -Uh-huh.

-Male not female? -You got it.

Sexist.

I didn't name it.

(Nikki) You gave it a presumptive pronoun.

(Jack) Ah. Well, the river's the great provider.

It's just the history of it.

(Gabriel scoffs) The cultural history defence!

Don't try and hide behind that.

(Nikki) Old Father Thames was also the source

of the spread of diphtheria, cholera and scrofula.

Killed tens of thousands.

-Leave it male? -Yeah.

(Gabriel) Can we just get back to the question?

Jack won't be able to remember it.

Too many blows to the head.

(Jack chuckles)

Well, the ebb and flow of the Thames can reach 4 to 8 knots.

Up to ten miles an hour.

Flows out and ebbs back at roughly the same rate.

Flow tends to last longer than the ebbing tide.

Two high tides and two low tides a day,

twelve-hour cycle.

How far the body would have floated

depends on when it entered the water.

-Boom. -Boom.

It becomes tidal at Teddington Lock?

Correct.

How many crossings are there between Teddington Lock

and Hammersmith Bridge?

Nine.

Could he have fallen from a boat?

No reports from Port of London Authority.

(Gabriel) Slipped on steps leading down to the river?

Possible.

It feels like an assault.

I don't know. That requires two actions.

The assault.

And then dumping him into the river.

A dead weight. Difficult to move.

Unless he was assaulted on a bridge.

How high is the bridge balustrade?

1200.

His weight?

Uh... 92 kilograms.

A deadlift of nearly 200 pounds

over a 1.2-metre-high balustrade?

He's 6'1. 188cm.

Hit from behind then pushed.

Momentum. No deadlifting required.

He could have fallen from the bridge.

He strikes his head on the foundation

before he hits the water?

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

(Jack) Yep. Here.

(officer) Yeah.

(camera shutters)

-(Jack) Good. -(officer) All right.

We'll run DNA.

(phone rings)

Can someone make sure I'm on MisPers alerts?

I need to see them as they come in.

(phones ring)

(DI Bull groans)

We need more police.

(sighs)

Ooh. Sorry.

Vanessa. Hi.

Hi. Come on in.

-What kind of project? -Disruption of a crime scene.

Ah.

You two are partners in crime, hm?

Yeah. Okay. I can help.

Who's your professor?

-Peter Cherry. -Cherry?

No way!

Ha! He's a Wu Li Master!

He's brilliant.

He's a nut job though. Up and down like a YoYo.

-I hate him. -Yeah, of course you hate him.

You have to to survive.

He makes you feel like a fool.

Because you are. Compared to him.

You are lucky though.

You might not know it now, but one day you will.

Trust me.

Ah shit, sorry. Sorry.

Uh, what does he want you to do?

Okay. You know it's a trick question though, yeah?

Never mind.

Has he given you a crime to assess?

-Photos. -Photos. Uh-huh. Okay.

My advice?

Step 1, break it into quadrants.

One, two, three, four. Right?

Step 2, make a list what you find in each quadrant. Yeah?

Three...

See you tomorrow.

What?

Did you think I was going to do it for you?

(Velvy) Hey!

You alright?

See you later?

-Jack? -Uh-huh?

(Gabriel) How's your tongue?

(Jack) Uh...

It's a bit of an intimate question

and I'm probably not the one to ask.

-I mean the cut. -I know what you mean.

You're winding me up?

That's what I love about you, Prof. You're lightning fast.

I think it needs some more of my magic gear.

(Jack grunts and sighs)

Fabulous.

Where do you train?

A gym not far away. By Euston.

Argh! Bollocks.

(Jack smacks his lips)

(Jack grunts) That stuff is so great.

I want you to train me.

To do what?

-To fight. -(Jack snickers)

Are you winding me up, Professor?

-Don't be daft. -I want to fight just once.

I want to know what it feels like.

(Jack) To hit someone? Or to get hit?

-Both. -(in a scoff) Both?

You need to rethink this.

I think, Jack.

It's what I do. It's what I've always done.

And I--

I don't know what it feels like to live a visceral life.

I'm starting again.

And I want to feel everything.

Train me.

Nice and relaxed.

Punches and punches.

Keep trying. No pressure.

-Do you like music? -'Course I like music.

Mozart. Particularly like Stravinsky.

(between breaths) Smetana. Ma Vlast is a favourite.

Right.

I was thinking of something with more of a... beat.

"Stronger" by Kanye.

-"Lose Yourself", Eminem. -Ah. I see.

I'm not familiar with those.

Why would you be?

That's it. Keep going.

Really good stuff.

(indistinct chatter)

(male officer) Hello, Madam. How can I help?

I called 999.

They asked if it's an emergency.

They said to call here but no one answers.

I can't find my husband.

He hasn't come home. I don't know where he is.

(gasps)

-Oh. Sorry. -Sorry.

Sorry, I, um...

I, uh, I... I missed my last train

and, uh, well, I-I thought that...

I decided that... uh...

I slept here.

Thank you for waking me!

Velvy, are you okay?

Yes! Um...

A cup of coffee and I'll be as good as gold.

(pensive music)

Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.

I wanted to speak to you in person.

Pleasure.

Blood splatter through the ages. Potential for a paper I think.

Please.

I'm afraid I have some disappointing news

and I wanted to tell you in person.

Who did you hire?

We intend to announce it tomorrow.

You ticked a box.

I appreciate you might feel entitled--

Entitled? Yes, I do.

Entitled by 35 years of experience.

Entitled by being good at what I do.

You hired to buff up your image.

We hired who we believed was the best candidate--

Best candidate? There is no better candidate.

Peter...

I don't want to belabour this, but, as you know,

there's been a complaint by a student

about some of your views which the University is still reviewing.

-One student. -All over social media.

So 35 years of experience

is sacrificed on the altar of a 20-year-old's sensitivities,

along with freedom of thought and expression?

Peter, you attract controversy.

I've said nothing controversial!

I don't think you get to be the judge of that.

The complaint, the controversy,

is just your excuse. Shame on you.

The panel was unanimous in its choice--

Unanimity does not guarantee quality.

Less accomplished, but you get the virtue signal?

To impress all your liberal friends in academia

at the expense of my humiliation.

I wanted you to know.

Do you think it's fair?

Do you think it's just?

We live in the age of unreal reality, don't we?

The triumph of artifice over substance.

Merit is sacrificed

for appearance every day.

What happened to us?

The people on that panel are criminals.

They are enemies to justice.

And there's no justice without fairness, is there?

(Jack) DNA from the bridge plinth.

Matches the deceased.

(Nikki) He fell. Hit his head on the way down.

Possibly concussed and drowned.

Camera might have picked something up.

Hello? Yeah. I need you to review some footage

from a camera, Hammersmith Bridge.

Uh, South West.

Last 96 hours. Quick as you can.

Ta.

The DNA suggested it's likely he was British.

You really can tell from that?

No drugs or alcohol.

What about mental health? Someone must miss him.

No missing person report?

Nothing I've found. Not so far.

There's so many.

Did you know, that a person is reported missing

in the UK every 90 seconds.

That's 98,000 adults every year.

85% are found within two days.

14,700 aren't.

That's tens of thousands of people.

Running away from something.

(DI Bull) Taking a break from their lives.

Maybe one day, they wake up,

they don't recognize their own life.

They don't know who they are anymore.

Maybe he's one of them?

(serene music)

Hello? Did you get it?

Oh, perfect.

Well, just give me the time and date it went down.

Camera's out.

Has been for several days.

Not an accident.

(overlapping noises)

(pedestrian) Watch out, mate!

(woman) Oi, idiot!

(man) Can you help me, please? Couple of quid. For food?

For food?

What happened to you?

Why do you allow yourself to live like this?

Allow? I'm a victim.

Well, of course you are. We're all victims.

Do you know what you are?

Yeah! I'm hungry.

-You're unfulfilled energy. -You harassing me?

Potential discarded.

Leave me alone. You don't know anything about me.

I know more than you think.

He's harassing me!

No, no, no. I'm sympathetic.

Here. Look, for you.

Why would anyone care if you eat?

Or live or die?

-Genuine question. -Piss off, old man.

(indistinct mutter)

(Dr Cherry) Harrison.

Peter! This is completely inappropriate.

That's right. And you know inappropriate intimately.

(Cairney) If you will excuse me.

You know what it feels like to have your career

destroyed by an allegation?

You will.

I thought you were the most qualified candidate.

(laughs)

Did you?

You killed me, Harrison. That's what you did.

Remember her? When she was your student?

I've tracked her down.

They all fall in love with you, don't they?

Then they see who you are.

How many were there? Did you lose count?

-It's all over for you, Harrison. -Are you threatening me?

Think of me more as your Cassandra.

More of a prophecy than a threat.

What do you think? New job?

(Nikki) You think he's leaving?

Goes to an interview all dressed up,

tells me he's... starting again.

-(Newport) Thank you. -(Gabriel) Let me show you out.

Oh, I have taken enough of your time. Please.

-I can show myself out. -Mm.

Thank you.

It is my absolute pleasure, Professor.

(sighs)

What was an absolute pleasure?

Oh, the smile's too much. I can't take it.

(Gabriel chuckles)

I have been appointed Dean of the School of Criminology.

-Are you leaving us? -Uh, no. No. I'm staying.

I'll still be working out of here.

Well, that is fantastic news, Gabriel!

(Gabriel huffs) I didn't expect to be selected.

Congratulations!

Congratulations! That's a big job.

I guess the training will have to go in the bin.

Oh, no. No. I'll make time.

I'm committed to do training.

Super.

Good stuff. Good stuff.

(Vanessa) I didn't have time to finish it. Sorry.

Are you done?

(slowly) Are you done?

Uh-huh.

Great. Got it.

Do you mind if you just send that to me?

Thanks.

That guy you know at the Lyell Centre...

Tall.

He's kinda hot.

-(makes gagging noise) -(both giggle)

(computer beeps)

(suspenseful music)

(Nikki) Hello.

This is Dr Alexander.

-Nikki. Nice to meet you. -Elaine Robinson.

You want to come this way?

(light music)

This is Velvy.

Is he in there?

Yes.

We do need you to identify him.

Are you ready?

(Elaine screams)

(Dr Cherry) We are human.

We fall prey to systematic distortion

unsupported by evidence,

otherwise known as bias,

in virtually everything we do.

Love is a distortion. Love is blind.

(woman screams)

(Dr Cherry) So is hate.

(frantic chatter)

Bias can help protect us

by making us disproportionately wary of danger.

A child learns what is dangerous through trial and error.

If a white dog bites the child, then they are less likely to trust

white dogs, until their ability to reason can trump their fear.

(clears throat)

I dare say, uh

many of you will never acquire that ability.

(Dr Cherry) We bring bias to every crime scene.

We can't help it.

It's like a sauna in here.

Oof.

(Dr Cherry) If we are good at our job,

we are aware of that bias.

(DI Bull) Heart attack?

I'll let you know.

(Dr Cherry) Bias,

which we, not unreasonably, develop through experience,

can make us deny the facts of a new experience.

This thing is dry. Who put the towel over him?

Best check.

(Dr Cherry) A crime scene is like a time capsule.

Maintaining the integrity of the crime scene

once it is discovered is critical.

You found the body?

Mm.

(Jack) Anything?

No marks. You?

Heat and steam. I'm not going to get much.

Do the honours?

There may be ejaculate on his thigh.

We instinctively assign value to some things we discover,

and dismiss other things.

We might get something else off the body.

(Dr Cherry) The defiance of expectation is always surprising.

-No cameras? -No. Privacy.

(Dr Cherry) It catches us off guard

and it can distract us from where our focus should be.

It plays on our bias.

Who found this?

I know him.

Harrison Cairney?

He was on the interview panel.

You like mushrooms?

I do. Yeah.

I like them too.

I couldn't eat them for two years.

Whilst I was in prison.

-Good day. -Thank you.

Your lab in Manchester faked the result of my drug test.

Said I was guilty. I went to prison because you lied.

-I didn't lie. -How can someone do that?

What? What do you want?

(Dr Cherry) Hundreds of cases, Valerie.

I didn't do the testing.

-You ran the lab. -The university ran the lab!

-I was just overseeing the-- -All those people in prison.

Nothing to do with you. Your career continues unscathed.

Leave me alone.

You took no responsibility. Moved on.

New job. Your reputation unsullied.

Unlike Roy and dozens of others.

What makes you think you're fit to judge anyone?

-Hi! -Hi. Where's Cara?

Uh, I don't know. She'll be here.

I did the work you asked for.

Let's see what you've got.

-You buying or am I? -What do you want?

-Rum and coke? -Rum and coke, please.

-Are you from Ireland? -Six counties.

Northern.

-Does it hurt? -No. It's fine.

-(phone chimes) -Excuse me.

-(bartender) Here you are. -Thanks.

(mumbles) Sorry.

Cheers.

You sure Cara knows about tonight?

'Course.

Uh-huh.

I like older guys.

They've got, I don't know, more depth.

(Jack scoffs)

Yeah. Uh...

We need to reschedule when Cara can make it.

This doesn't feel right.

-Then why'd you ask me out? -I didn't ask you out.

And Cara knows nothing about us meeting.

-That's not my fault. -Okay. I'm gone.

I thought you were going to help me out with the project.

(Jack) Three basic punches.

Six if you want to count both hands.

You hear me?

You're right! The music really helps!

Ah. Good.

What are you listening to?

"Overture."

Marriage of Figaro. Mozart.

Do you know it?

("Overture" by Mozart plays)

(inaudible chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

(Jack) On your toes, on your toes. Bob and Weave.

Bob... and Weave. Yeah.

Nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one!

Yeah!

You ready? He's ready.

He's ready.

(both chuckle)

This is a good start.

Um...

I'm not going to be helping Vanessa going forward. Okay?

I'm not going to be helping Vanessa going forward.

She's not your friend.

We can't.

Not with her.

Yep. That's me.

(pensive music)

(DI Bull) Did he have a history of depression?

(Elaine) No.

The business was difficult with Covid.

He was happy.

My husband was happy.

(whispers) We were happy.

What kind of business was he in?

Ant Robinson was an electrician.

(Jack) He knew which wire to cut to knock out the CCTV.

Speculation. But yes.

So no one would see him take his own life?

So there'd be no record of what happened on that bridge.

Male suicide in his demographic is common.

Even when there are no signals.

Just want them to reach out.

For support. It's really hard.

(pensive music)

Mrs Robinson?

(Elaine) Do they still call you that when your husband's dead?

Do you still get his name?

How can I help you?

Tell me who killed my husband.

Who took him away from me?

He loved me.

(teary) Who killed--

Who killed my husband?

So I'm sitting in this pub waiting for Cara

with this twenty-year-old girl.

She's all dressed up. Working too hard.

Wants to play in the big leagues.

Thinks putting out an "Open for Business" sign

is enough to attract customers.

-Usually it is. -Well.

Then I get a text from Cara.

Cara's great friend, Vanessa, hadn't told her we were meeting.

So did you go shopping?

Piss off.

I worry about Cara.

Do you think she has friends? Real friends?

-Cara will be okay. -Will she?

Hm. I think she's a bit naïve.

-She'll probably believe Vanessa. -Why would she do that?

She's a woman and she's Irish.

She'd jump off a bloody cliff to a conclusion.

That's all Irish women generalized.

Do you want to offend anyone else?

Nah, that's enough for one day. Feeling a bit tired now.

Anyway, I really only care what you think.

That's sweet of you.

(Jack) Hm.

As if any students could steal your man.

-You're way too hot. -Oh, you're my man?

You're like a possession that can be stolen.

-You know what I mean. -Like a watch or a...

-Or a... Hm... Bicycle? -Bicycle!

-Bicycle. -A bicycle.

-For all it's obvious connotations. -(Nikki gasps)

A very special bicycle for you.

Because you're a very special person.

Keep it going.

You'd be...

I don't know, sports personality of the year.

That sort of thing for you now. This sort of thing.

That's so special.

(suspenseful music)

(sighs)

(yelps)

(screams)

(tense music)

(heavy breathing through gas mask)

(phone vibrates)

Dr Alexander.

(closing theme music)