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~ Ladies. ~ BOTH: Professor.

(Low chatter)

MAN: Of course, hubris was
classified by the Greeks as a legal
term.

It was viewed as the protagonist's
fatal flaw which leads inexorably to
his ruin.

However, in Greek tragedy hubris
should be treated as a law.

Once broken... well, there's no
escape from its consequences.

Oi, you idiot!

"Hubris full blown climbs the
precipitous height and grasps the
throne

then topples o'er and lies in ruins
prone."

"Who when such deeds are done, can
hope heaven's bolts to shun?"

Indeed.

You see, Hubris was... an insult,
outrage, to the gods.

So, for example, when Oedipus
encounters King Laius on the road to
Thebes

and he becomes embroiled in a fight
over who has right of way,

unaware the King is his biological
father...

Oedipus is so enraged, his pride so
wounded when he's ordered to make
way,

he kills King Laius, and his driver.

(Tyres squeal)

(Cries out)

Thus hubris unwittingly ensures the
prophesy...

(Tyres screech)

.. Oedipus would kill his own father,
is fulfilled.

Aristotle was writing at a time when
men were expected to defend their
honour.

So, a Greek audience wouldn't have
really blamed him for killing Laius.

Oh, no, they'd they'd hold fate
responsible.

~ It was predetermined. ~ Cut! It's
Sophocles.

~ MAN: Cut! ~ What?

~ Karen? ~ Sorry, Wesley. "Oedipus
Rex". It's Sophocles.

~ Yes? ~ Well, you said Aristotle.

~ Did I? ~ Yes.

Oh.

Er... Shall we go again?

I'm... I'm sorry, can we just hold it
for a second, please?

Um... I don't wish to seem vulgar,
Wesley,

but would it be possible to bring it
round to Alcmeon In Corinth at some
point?

My translation's being reissued, you
see.

All right, thanks.

(Door opening)

Oh, sorry, Mum.

That's OK. Everything all right,
Tabs?

Yeah, I was just wondering where you
were.

Oh, well... I'll be down in a sec,
OK?

~ We should call the police. ~ I
will.

I will. I didn't get the number
plate, though.

You should still report it. They've
got cameras, it must have been picked
up.

~ Ow! ~ Oh, sorry.

I'll do it.

Fine.

Yeah, I'm going to give him a call
tomorrow.

Right, come here.

(Click)

Take another one then.

I hate him! I actually hate him!

~ Who? ~ That smug, two-faced, lying
little piece of...

~ Oh, him. ~ Do you ever think about
cleaning up?

Sorry. Sorry!

And what the hell is he still doing
here?

That girl needs to chill out.

We have a problem.

(Chatter and laughter)

I'm just going for a run.

(Laughter)

Chloe?

Right, OK.

(Door opens and closes)

~ Any news on the contract for the
pilot? ~ I'm still waiting to hear
back.

(Drinks being made) (He sighs)

Well, you know what that means,
Karen! It means they're dithering.

We had them on the hook, don't let
them wriggle free.

I'm doing all I can. We can't force
them to sign.

Just... get the deal done, hm? That's
what I pay you for.

You know, I've still got this script
to finish.

~ I've got interviews in London...
~ I've done the script.

~ What do you mean, you've done the
script? ~ Don't worry. It'll all be
fine.

I'll take care of everything.

(Birdsong)

(Low chatter)

LEWIS: Beautiful morning.

HATHAWAY: "The clouds were pure and
white as flocks new shorn."

~ Wordsworth? ~ Keats.

Oh, hey, I heard about your big
drugs bust.

Eliot Ness.

At a garden centre of all places.

Who'd have thought it, cocaine
hidden in seed packets?

Good luck with getting that to grow.

~ Presumably you heard that we
didn't get it all? ~ That takes the
shine off it somewhat.

One of my very first cases was just
along here. On the end there.

Woman, hung in her kitchen. Nasty.

~ Solved? ~ Of course. Always did.

~ Hanged. ~ Eh?

Pictures are hung. People are always
hanged.

Nobody likes a smart-arse, James.

Rose Anderson, 23. Postgrad student
at St Sebastian's college.

Out for a run?

~ So it would seem. ~ Do we know
when?

Going by the body temperature -
macerations on the fingers and palms

I'd say she'd been in the water
roughly 12, 13 hours.

Yeah, her flat-mate said that she
went out for a run at 6pm last
night,

and the boatman found her at 7:30
this morning.

~ That would be about 12 or 13 hours
then. ~ You should do this for a
living.

I couldn't stand the company.

Two stab wounds. The first one to
the abdomen...

LEWIS: To stop her in her tracks.

Then they finished the job. Stabbed
her in the neck.

~ Quick... ~ And clinical.

Carotid artery's been severed.

~ How quick? ~ A minute of
consciousness. Maybe two.

~ LEWIS: Poor lass. ~ HATHAWAY: Sexual
motive?

Not that I can tell, but I'll know
more when I get her back to the lab.

Which I'd love to do just as soon as
you two gentlemen are on your way.

~ Any sign of a weapon? ~ Not yet,
but they are still looking.

~ You handle that, then, will you,
Maddox? ~ Yeah, no problem.

Brought your wetsuit with you, did
you?

~ How you finding your boss? ~ Which
one?

Chloe Ilson?

Were you not concerned when she
didn't come home last night?

I assumed she was at college.

She's always there late, overnight
sometimes.

Boyfriend?

She was seeing someone there. An
older guy.

They had some massive row the other
day, though.

He broke it off apparently.
Or... tried to.

What's his name?

No idea.

Saw him when he picked her up a
couple of times but Rose liked him
kept private.

Whose car is that?

~ Rose's. ~ Do you know what
happened to it?

(Sniffles)

dfShe said she was going to try and
meet him the other day.

I don't know what happened.

All right, we're going to need to
see Rose's room.

Classics scholar.

It was her whole world. All she ever
talked about was her doctorate.

She tried explaining it to me,

but I never really understood what
she was on about, to be honest.

And what are you studying, Chloe?

I'm not at college.

I work behind the bar at Freud's.

I can't say I'm a regular.

It's only temporary. I'm saving up
to go travelling.

Have a look at this.

"The brightest star in the sky".

Sirius. (Door closes)

~ MAN: Chloe? ~ Er... here.

It's all sorted. He wants to take
the lot.

This is my boyfriend, Harrison.

These are the police. It's Rose.

Who is "F", do you know?

~ No. ~ Not him?

~ Simon Flaxmore? ~ No.

"Thank you for living".

So this mysterious F is the man that
she was seeing.

~ Yeah, but why the secrecy? ~ Usual
reason?

I expect you're right. Men, eh?
(Knock at door)

~ Nice swim? ~ Ha, ha.

No sign of the knife yet. But I have
got something on the car.

It was involved in an RTC at midday.
Hit a male cyclist.

Anonymous caller identified Rose
Anderson as the driver.

Did we speak to the cyclist?

Er... no, they left the scene, but
we're trying to trace him.

The caller said that Rose
deliberately tried to hit the bloke
on the bike.

Sent him flying apparently.

~ Well, keep us informed. ~ OK, sir.

~ Ma'am. ~ Ma'am.

Ma'am.

~ I'm glad you changed your mind.
~ Oh?

~ About the transfer. ~ Oh.

~ You're good for those two. ~ What,
the Chuckle Brothers?

~ Sorry. ~ Trust me, I've heard them
called worse.

Usually by me.

(Bells tolling)

Well, I... I knew of her, obviously.

She was a postgrad student.

But I didn't have anything to do
with the girl directly.

No, it's Philippa Garwood you need
to speak to.

She's her um... or rather was, her
Supervisor.

She was having a relationship with
someone here in the college.

Oh.

An older man, with the initial F?

Ah. (Chuckles)

Well, it's not me.

No, my days for that sort of thing
are long gone, I'm afraid.

Besides, I never met the girl.

LEWIS: No?

Well, I say I never met her. What I
mean is, I didn't know her.

I mean, let me have a look.

That's from a book signing, clearly.

I mean, I sign a lot of books for
people, it doesn't mean I don't know
them all personally.

Ah, poor girl.

There's only one love in my life.

Euripides.

"Question everything. Learn
something. Answer nothing."

Wise advice for any policeman
perhaps.

Where would we be likely to find
this Philippa Garwood?

Oh, um... the rota. It's somewhere.

One second. Erm... erm...

Oh, here we are. (Clears throat)

Yes, er...

Sorry. Philippa.

Yes, she's in a lecture at the
moment.

I hope you find who did this.

We may need to speak to you again.

Of course. Anything I can do to
help.

He seemed very pleased with himself.

Well, it says here he discovered a
dusty manuscript in a library six
years ago.

It turned out to be the Victorian
translation of a lost Greek play.

Al-c-meon In Corinth. Any good?

Alcmeon In Corinth, Robert.

Anyway, Flaxmore authenticated it
and made his name.

No doubt he's been dining out on it
ever since, eh?

PORTER: Sir.

Philippa Garwood?

It's just the most tragic news. I
can't take it in.

Do you know if anything was
bothering her recently?

Only her thesis. "Euripides and
Children in Greek Tragedy".

Rose worked so hard on it.

~ What was bothering her about that?
~ I don't know.

She never got round to telling me.
We hadn't sat down face to face for
a while.

Could it have been connected with
Professor Flaxmore?

Well, only in the way that the whole
thing would have involved Simon.

He wrote the book on Euripides.
Literally.

But a good student?

Rose could take a piece of ancient
text and look at it in a whole new
way.

Such a waste.

You two were close then?

She was... tutoring my sister's
ten-year-old, Tabby.

~ God, how am I going to tell her?
~ We'll need to contact her too.

We think she was seeing someone here
in college. Do you know anything
about that?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

Older man, initial F - mean anything
to you?

~ No. ~ (Approaching footsteps)

Friend of yours?

My husband. Felix.

~ LEWIS: Do you know Rose Anderson? -
~ Yes, we've been seeing each other.

Since when?

Before Christmas. Rose came to me to
ask for advice with her thesis.

And you were happy to help.

~ These things happen, don't they?
~ She was a classics student, not
astrophysics.

Yeah, excuse me? Could... could you
not?

It's extremely valuable.
It was Newton's.

Did you write this?

~ Yes. ~ What does it refer to?

Oh, God, this is embarrassing. Um...

It was just a silly little note.

It was nothing. She was... she was
learning Spanish.

~ You wrote her a lot of silly
notes. ~ I didn't know she'd keep
them.

It was just a bit of harmless fun.

Harmless? Why didn't you report the
accident?

I'd just tried to break it off with
Rose. That was her response.

~ Reporting her would have just made
it worse. ~ And made it public.

So you didn't tell your wife?

What was I supposed to say?

"Hello, darling, I've just been run
over by your student that I'm
sleeping with."

So, she didn't know about you two?

~ I wouldn't say that. ~ So you did
tell her?

Not explicitly. No names. But she
knew.

We have a kind of, "Don't ask, don't
tell" arrangement.

~ SIMON: It's awful news about the
American girl. ~ PHILIPPA: I know.

SIMON: Yeah. How was she getting
along?

~ Fine, I thought. ~ Yeah?

I hadn't seen her for a while. She
emailed me asking for a deferral.

Last-minute research issue or
something.

Oh, really? Well, what was it, did
she say?

No. Anyway, I think you saw her more
recently than I did.

Did I?

She mentioned she'd spoken to you
about Alcmeon In Corinth.

Oh, yes, that's right. Yes, it was a
small, translation thing.

That's right, yes. Did you mention
that to the police?

Simon, what's going on?

Well, nothing. I'm just worried
about the reputation of the college,
that's all.

It's me you're talking to, remember.

There's only one reputation you're
interested in, and it isn't the
college's.

(Bells tolling)

It was found in the canal bed.

It looks like an ordinary steak
knife.

Except it's commercial use rather
than domestic, so hotels,
restaurants...

~ By the hundreds, I imagine.
~ Other than that, there's nothing
forensically.

So, indulge me, what do we know so
far?

Rose Anderson, fatally stabbed on
her evening run, between six and
eight o'clock.

Earlier in the day, she'd erm...
tried to run her lover Felix Garwood

off the road after he'd rejected
her. (Mobile ringing)

~ So he kills her in revenge?
~ Excuse me.

He was giving a presentation between
six and eight. Lots of witnesses.

~ And before then? ~ With his wife,
Philippa.

She says she drove him to this
presentation.

Mm. It's always the wives, isn't it?

Oh, there's something about her.

She was certainly aware that her
husband was carrying on with the
victim.

But if a woman finds out her
husband's been unfaithful, she's more
likely to kill him than her.

~ What about Professor Flaxmore?
~ Slippery.

(Door opening)

Sir, that was Chloe Ilson, the
victim's flatmate.

Apparently she's got something of
the victim's for you.

Excuse me.

♪ LISZT: Purgatorio

(Music continues)

"Talk sense to a fool and he calls
you foolish."

Hm!

I love it, Auntie Philippa!

You don't need to keep buying her
things, you know.

It's fine. It was Felix's idea
actually.

Anyway, she deserves spoiling, what
with everything she's going through.

Slow down, Tabs!

~ Another thing to worry about.
~ Oh, Jen!

It might help take her mind off
what's happened.

So what did the police say?

Just that she'd been attacked whilst
out jogging.

~ It's so shocking. ~ When's Paul
back?

Oh, he's due back soon. Why?

I gave the police your details, they
wanted to speak to you both.

But I thought it was this mugger or
something?

Who knows? It's not a problem, is
it?

No. No, of course not.

Slow down, Tabs!

Da-dah!

(Electronic fanfare) There you
go. Perfect, well done. High five.

Tabs, will you go and check on your
dad with the tea?

You know, she's been nagging for one
of those forever, but they're so
expensive.

Yeah. One of the perks of the job, I
suppose.

So, how long had Rose Anderson been
working as a tutor to Tabitha?

Er, since last September. It's exam
year and my sister recommended it.

Here we are.

I suppose it can get quite
competitive, can it, between the
parents?

Well, yes, but that's not the reason
why.

Tabby's not been very well, so she's
missed a lot of school.

Right. Nothing serious, I hope?

Er, well...

Tabitha was born with a genetic
blood disorder: fanconi anaemia.

Her chances aren't very good.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, that's the thing, though. She
looks fine, though, doesn't she?

We've been looking for a stem cell
donor but...

She's been an absolute star, though.
The blood transfusions, hormone
therapy.

She never complains.

She's been in hospital more than
school which is why we needed Rose's
help.

Look, I'm sorry to have to ask you
this, but...

Where were you specifically between
6 and 8pm yesterday?

That's OK.

I was in Cheltenham, at a
conference.

I'm an optometrist.

~ I have the details if you'd...
~ Er, yeah. Please.

And you, Mrs Brightway?

Er... me? Well, I was here. I was at
home.

I've got something, Lizzie.

This bracelet's for you.

Oh, thank you!

Do you have children?

Er... no.

(Music playing from inside building)

(Music continues)

Can you turn down the um... for me?

(Music lowered)

Rose was working in my room a couple
of nights ago.

I didn't think you'd want it. It's
just her doctoral research.

It's probably best we have it. Thank
you.

~ She was in a bit of state about
it. ~ Why?

I dunno. She just said that
something she'd found out had made
her rethink the whole thing.

There isn't anything else that you
forgot to tell us, is there?

No.

Well, if you remember anything, give
me a call.

Do you know who might have done it?

~ That was clever. ~ I'm sorry, OK?

Two more days and then we're out of
here.

OK?

~ LEWIS: It's ready! ~ LAURA: Coming.

~ What is that? ~ Cannelloni.

~ That's what it was meant to be.
What is it now? ~ Yeah, very funny.

So... how was it today?

Hmm, well...

We found a knife at least.

Not that it gives us much.

No sexual motive. Nothing was taken
so...

Random attacker?

~ Yeah, frightening thought. ~ Hm.

Come on!

Well?

It's taken.

Oh, congratulations!

Oh, thank you, Phil.

~ I'm going to have a baby sister?
~ Yeah, or brother.

~ Isn't that amazing? ~ I want a
sister.

~ And she's only ten years old?
~ Well, yeah.

She was only seven when she was
diagnosed, apparently.

What's the prognosis?

Well, with fanconi anaemia...
assuming they could find the right
donor,

a bone marrow or stem cell
transplant could cure it altogether.

~ But without it... ~ Not good?

No.

Even with all the transfusions and
hormone therapy... late teens?

Well, obviously it's very early days,
but I cannot tell you the sense of
relief.

~ Well done, Dad! ~ Thank you.

What am I thinking? I've got some
fizz in the fridge.

~ Oh, no, no, please. ~ Oh, bring on
the bubbles!

Don't be silly, of course. Come.
Oh, go and help her, Tabs.

~ How exciting! ~ Bring the good
stuff.

Orange juice for me.

(Bottles clinking)

Don't! Don't you touch her.

~ Here we go! ~ Oh, here they are!

~ Fantastic. ~ Thank you, guys.

~ Thanks, Tabs. ~ There we are.

~ Well... ~ Thank you.

~ Thank you. ~ I think we should
propose a toast...

.. to the person who made this
possible, but er... sadly...

To Rose!

OTHERS: To Rose!

Goodbye. Thank you so much for
having us.

(Goodbyes exchanged)

Drive safely. Bye.

~ (Inhales sharply) ~ Have you been
home?

(Exhales) Briefly.

(Knocking at door)

Something odd's come up. I've been
going through the victim's bank
records.

Last November, Rose Anderson
transferred £10,000

into Jennie and Paul Brightway's
account.

She was tutoring their Tabitha.

Why on earth should she be handing
over that sort of money to them?

Why indeed?

I'd better go and ask, eh? I could
use an eye test.

Nice one.

PAUL: It's the best way of finding a
cure for her.

We spent three years searching for a
stem cell donor for Tabby.

All in vain.

Which is why we decided to go down
the IVF route.

~ A saviour sibling? ~ Yes. Take a
seat over there for me.

The IVF route means they can screen
the embryo and make sure the antigens
match.

If you just look straight ahead for
me.

(Clicking)

We started the latest round on
Valentine's Day, ironically.

Yeah, not the most romantic way to
spend it.

It's been a very stressful time for
Jennie. We've had a few failures.

That must be hard, I'm sorry.

It is, and it cost us a fortune.

If you'd like to take a seat over
there for me, put your chin on the
rest.

And I know that we shouldn't put a
price on it, but...

I can't even think about the amount
of debt we're in.

So, you asked Rose for the money?

No. She insisted on helping us.

We didn't like having to accept,
but... Just look straight ahead for
me.

It seems like a lot of money to take
from a postgrad student.

She borrowed it from her father. It
was a loan.

We are going to pay it back.

Tabby's life is at stake. It's not a
choice.

Besides, when it's your children,
you do anything you can, don't you?

Just keep your head as still as you
can, please. Look straight ahead.

(Whirring)

So, do you think you'll carry on
with the IVF?

Er... I shouldn't really say anything
yet.

It's... it's very early stages, but
um...

Well, it looks like it's been
successful.

~ Jennie's pregnant. ~ Oh,
congratulations.

I can't tell you how happy we are.

And we couldn't have done it without
Rose.

There, all done. Perfectly healthy.

Oh, good.

~ I bet they've seen some sights.
~ More than I'd care to remember.

How's the investigation going?

Well, I know I shouldn't ask.

It's just that we were so fond of
Rose, you know, and...

the last time we saw her, she was
very upset.

Oh? Why?

She'd had some flaming row with her
flatmate. Clare, is it?

Chloe. Did she say what it was
about?

Er... Nothing.

~ Just stupid housework stuff.
~ We were told it was a blazing row.

There must have been more to it than
whose turn it was to do the
washing-up.

But that's what she was like. Her
temper was mental.

~ She used to flip out over the
smallest thing. ~ And what was it
this time?

(Clatter)

She um... (Door squeaks)

Er... She didn't like Harrison being
round here all the time.

Things were pretty tense.

Hang on a minute.

Seed packets.

Stolen from the garden centre.

And I know what's in it.

~ It's not mine! ~ No.

This is the missing stuff from
Hathaway's drugs raid.

Rose knew about the drugs, didn't
she?

She walked in on Harrison chopping
it out in the kitchen.

~ Went ballistic. ~ Yeah, I'm not
surprised.

Betrayed by her best friend.

It was nothing to do with me.

~ I tried telling her it was all
Harrison's idea. ~ Oh, really?

You told me that you were saving up
to go travelling.

You had 25,000 quid's worth of
holiday funds hidden in a cupboard.

No! It was nothing to do with me.

Well, it was. You allowed Harrison
to stash it there.

He's not an easy bloke to say no to.

So, Rose threatens to call the
police and then she's murdered.

Very convenient.

I didn't kill her! I was working at
the bar. You can check.

What about your boyfriend? Where was
he?

I'm not sure.

So it must be the case that one
astronomical unit cubed,

is equal to G times the mass of the
Sun,

times one year squared, times four
Pi squared.

And it is with that that I'll leave
you.

Those of you with crit responses to
collect, I'll be in my office from
10am sharp.

The rest of you... see you Thursday.

STUDENTS: Thank you.

Is everything OK? Is it Tabby?

You should have phoned. We can go
for lunch.

Please... don't.

Have you seen this man before?

Yeah. He was Rose's bloke.

I saw him at Harrison's place a
couple of times as well.

What, he's a customer?

A regular. Prof.

~ Sorry? ~ Prof he calls him.

I don't know his real name. Sorry.

One of his best customers, though.
They were pretty tight.

Why? What's he got to do with this?

~ Hello again. ~ Hi.

~ Who are you here to see? ~ You,
actually.

Oh?

Something I wanted to pick your
brain about, if you've got a moment?

Yes. It's always nice to be wanted.
Now?

~ If that's convenient? ~ Course, I
was just on my way to the library.

Um... do you have a first name?

~ James. ~ Follow me, James.

So Felix Garwood was buying drugs
from this Harrison Sax.

Rose Anderson found out they were
using her place to stash the drugs.

Yeah, so the chances are she was
also aware that Felix was a regular
customer.

~ He wouldn't want that coming out.
~ Exactly.

Maybe Felix was more involved than
that, though.

What, you mean involved in actually
drug dealing, you mean?

Yeah. Stronger motive for keeping
Rose quiet.

Yeah, maybe. His alibi for the
murder was pretty solid, right
enough.

He might not have done it himself.

What, with Harrison?

Conspiracy. I mean, he's got form.
GBH, Section 18.

~ What, with a knife? ~ Mm-hm, got
two years for it.

Right. I think I'll go and ask our
handsome astronomer

what he thought he was getting into.

~ You see if you can find Harrison.
~ Sir.

And where the hell is Hathaway?

This seems to form the cornerstone
of Rose's work.

She was increasingly focused upon
it, true.

Being newly discovered, it was less
studied than the more known plays.

She'd found a niche and that's
crucial.

What about this passage she's so
interested in?

"What stars are these, steering
their course yonder?

The twin lions of Nemea, still
running high at this hour."

What's your thinking?

Well, it doesn't matter what my
thinking is, it's what she was
thinking that matters.

The two lions - Leo Major, Leo Minor
- why does she make such constant
reference to them?

We academics tend to find the
highest drama in the smallest of
discoveries.

Whatever it was, it had rattled
Flaxmore's cage, but she didn't come
to me with it.

Understandable, perhaps.

Don't be coy, Officer.

You're thinking: Why does she put up
with it? Why doesn't she just leave
him?

Do you understand everything you do?

"I can't go on. I'll go on."

Joyce?

Beckett.

Ha.

~ You go that way. ~ Sarge.

Harrison Sax. I need you to come
with me for questioning.

Oh! Aargh!

Sax!

~ Sarge, are you OK? ~ Yeah. Go!
Just...

I need backup going to Harrison
Sax's flat. Blackbird Leys.

Yes, I knew about Rose. I knew about
all of them.

Unconventional lives can't be
understood by everyone.

Look at what she did for Tabitha.

Felix has always convinced me that I
was "The One".

The others are just an itch he needs
to scratch.

So if he didn't bring it home, it
was all right, was it?

More like it didn't exist.

If I lose Felix, I... lose part of
me.

You must really love him.

I love him and hate him.

Did you hate Rose Anderson?

Yes.

I didn't kill her.

You see, the thing is - the tricky
thing for me - is that your husband
has a very strong alibi.

And you don't.

Do innocent people go around
worrying about alibis for future
crimes

which may or may not be committed?

No.

If I was going to kill anyone... I'd
kill Felix.

(Message alert)

Bugger. I have to meet a student.

I'll be half an hour. Is that OK?

Of course.

(Siren wails)

Police! Open up, Mr Sax.

Police! Stay where you are!

~ Clear. That's clear! ~ All clear!

~ All clear! ~ Clear!

Hallway! Clear!

~ All bedrooms clear! ~ Oh, damn
it!

For you.

Thank you.

This... is a hoax.

~ A hoax? ~ Rose Anderson found out.

What do you mean?

She was about to reveal to the world
that Professor Flaxmore's precious
"lost play"

was actually a fake.

(Door opens and closes)

Professor Garwood?

(Police siren)

We've got Uniform all over the city
looking for Harrison Sax.

If you know where he is, Chloe, and
you're not telling us, you're
assisting an offender.

Yesterday you left me for forty
minutes, where did you go?

You were my best student.

You were my favourite.

How long have you been in love with
him, Miss Newman?

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