(Police Sirens)
They've stabbed my wife
Da - da.
What's that?
What do you mean, what's that, what's that?
They're keys, Johnny, aren't they?
Oh, the flat.
You took the plunge then.
Yeah, just dropped my stuff off, just now.
So, goodbye Section House.
Hello own front door.
Own fridge.
Own tide mark round the bath.
Nice decor?
Well, you know, could do with a lick of paint.
Mr. Frost?
Control Room.
Armed robbery.
Single knife wound to the stomach.
Looks bad.
Paramedics are on scene.
Just eighty five pounds stolen from the till.
Lindsay's found a witness
who saw two men looking in the shop window
about 20 minutes ago
before the robbery.
B0th I. C. Ones.
First suspect wearing a blue and black lumber shirt
and blue jeans.
Sec0nd wearing a mar00n sweatshirt,
black denim jacket,
als0 blue jeans.
Alright.
How about a bit of synchronized swimming, Helen?
I don't think so.
See you later, Jamie.
See you.
Help you out?
No thanks, Adam.
Use the hat pin this time, yeah?
Hatpin?
She's got a tutorial,
with Michaelson.
Is that stuff about him true then?
If you're pretty it is.
Now put your tongue away, Adam.
It's hiding your manly chest.
Adam!
Mr. Chandani?
Mr. Chandani, I'm Detective Inspector Frost.
The ambulance is leaving with your wife, sir.
I think it would be better
if you came away from the till.
You know, there might be some evidence.
Some fingerprints, maybe.
All right.
Come on.
Come on, your wife needs you, sir.
Don't worry about the shop.
It's all right.
We'll look after that for you.
You just go with your wife.
It's all right.
Don't worry about anything.
It's all right.
SOCO'S on the way, Guv.
Don't worry about SOCO.
Who's looking for the scum?
Hello, Mrs. Michaelson.
Hello.
Helen come on in.
Suzanne, would you go over to admin,
see if those television people left a message.
Fine.
Oh, and if you get a minute,
would you pop into town
and pick up my trousers from the dry cleaners?
Thanks.
Denton Control from two seven.
Paxton Road.
Two males I.C. ones as described.
That's Bainbridge.
Could we have a word please, lads.
Sure.
Face the wall!
Hands above your heads!
Here we go.
What's the matter with you?
Just take it easy, eh?
Looking again at the historical perspective,
the Behaviorists evolved the concept of "drive".
I.E. something which causes an animal
to perform a particular act
to satisfy a vital bodily process.
Now under this system
all basic behavior can be explained
in terms of four drives.
The drive to reduce hunger,
the drive to reduce thirst,
to reduce pain,
and the drive to achieve sex.
Hunger, thirst, pain, sex, very good.
Later however,
this attractively simple theory
developed complications.
Because although there is no appetite,
human or animal which cannot be satisfied.
If only for a brief period.
It offers no answer as to the nature of pleasure.
Is there, psychologists began to ask,
a "pleasure center"?
And if so,
how do we go about finding it?
Are you all right, you're like a frightened rabbit.
I'm sorry.
But I don't like you standing so close to me.
If you were uncomfortable,
why didn't you say.
Perhaps I should have done.
Perhaps you misunderstood.
What is there to misunderstand?
Look, I know it's politically incorrect
to stand within five yards of a student
but I thought we knew each other better than that.
Helen, please...
I'm sorry, Doctor Michaelson,
but I really think it would be better
if I changed courses.
Helen, you're being silly.
I'm not.
Don't die, Helen.
Don't die here.
You've been arrested in connection with armed robbery
at the Bishop's Green sub post office earlier today
and will now be detained for questioning.
While in custody you have the following rights.
To have someone informed of your arrest,
to consult a solicitor
free of charge and in private,
and to consult the codes of practice...
These rights are continuing rights
and may be exercised at any time during your detention.
These are your copies
of the Notice to Detained Persons.
He wants a solicitor.
I don't, he does.
We'll let Peter speak for himself, shall we?
I told you he wants a solicitor
an he aint saying anything 'till you get one here.
Well it's going to be a lonely old wait
sitting in that cell on his own.
You know how long it can take
to get a duty solicitor, Rod.
You've been in here often enough.
Back off, Jack, will you.
Yes, well get their clothes off and to forensic.
They don't need a solicitor for that.
Richard, what are you doing here?
All right, don't answer.
I don't want to know.
I've been apprised of the case.
It meets none of the criteria for denying access.
Rod Bainbridge may not want a solicitor
but if Peter does
well, he's got to have one.
But a woman's been stabbed.
Which makes it all the more important to get it right.
Procedurally.
Procedurally...
They're bang to rights.
They fit the descriptions of two men
seen in the vicinity before the crime took place.
That is not bang to rights.
Look,
I do realize you always look upon this
as a bit of a challenge, Jack.
The PACE rules of evidence?
Suspects' rights?
But even you are going to have to work
with the system eventually.
Being good is not enough any more.
Knowing that you're right is not enough either,
'copper's instinct".
If you're not meticulous,
you're dead.
How's Mrs. Chandani?
They're operating.
Ruptured spleen.
And Mister?
He hasn't said a word.
Hey, what are you doing here?
University challenge.
Helen Tudor?
Detective Sergeant Toolan,
Denton CID
and this is PC Hunter.
So what's happened to you then?
Ankle ligaments.
How's your head?
They're going to do a brain scan.
Hopefully it's still there.
This is Jamie.
Hi.
Now, don't get me wrong, Miss Tudor,
but could this have been an accident?
Or, you know, a bit of horseplay
that ended in tears?
I mean someone jumps out from behind a door
and grabs you,
you slip and fall down stairs?
Why did he whisper to me then?
Sorry?
He leant over to me
at the bottom of the stairs and whispered,
"Don't die, Helen,
Don't die here".
Oh.
But no witnesses?
No.
And it was definitely a man though?
You said "he"
did you get a good look at him?
No, I was already passing out.
But the voice was a man's?
I think so,
I assumed so.
Oh, any reason why?
No, no reason at all,
I didn't see that it was a woman
so I assumed it was a man.
Why do you have such a problem with that?
I don't.
She's been scared stiff as well as knocked about.
If someone who's just laid hands on you
whispers "Don't die here",
it implies they might want you to die somewhere else.
Jamie, please.
Well, don't you think?
Possibly.
Do you have a boyfriend, Miss Tudor?
Yes.
Does he know what's happened?
He's not at the University
he's not a student.
She's in love with a long distance lorry driver.
Oh, come on,
Garry wouldn't knock her downstairs.
He adores her.
Garry?
Gareth.
Gareth King.
Well can you think of anyone
who might want to attack you, Miss Tudor?
No, I'm sorry, I can't.
Jamie?
Attack no,
grope yeah.
Can you tell me where you were
at two o'clock this afternoon, Rod?
Could you answer the question, please?
We have independent witnesses
who will testify that they saw a man
answering your description outside
Bishop's Green sub-post office at that time.
A formal identification parade can be arranged.
Do you wish to say anything?
When you and your cousin Peter were arrested,
you were found to be in possession
of a certain sum of money in cash.
Eighty five pounds in notes.
and two pounds fifty in coins.
Can you tell me where
the eighty five pounds came from?
No joy?
What do you think?
Duty solicitor turned up yet?
I'll let you know as soon as he arrives, Jack.
Yes, all right, you do that.
You still doing cars, are you?
No, Mr. Frost.
A misunderstanding.
Caught red handed,
returning something he'd paid for.
So it's a cup of tea and out.
Oh yeah?
Still at the B and B, are you?
Ehm, well sort of yeah, but ehm...
You gonna give me your new number while you're here?
What?
Well Johnny Johnson tells me you've moved.
I know how you like being called out at all hours.
Oh yeah.
Here you are.
No, that's Mr. Mullett's weekend cottage.
Oh, all right, here you are.
Gleneldon Road?
That looks more like it.
Duty solicitor.
Don't let him settle.
Call me.
All right, Jack.
Right, we gonna sign you out then, Richard?
So you understand our concern,
Doctor Michaelson...
Obviously.
I share it.
We all do.
Yes, she wasn't sexually assaulted though,
so we can't rule out a female assailant.
And the other thing is, of course,
is that Miss Tudor's name was used.
Which suggests that she was known to her attacker.
If she was attacked.
Sergeant,
there are some 8,000 students on this campus,
plus 300 ancillary staff.
I don't wish to appear impolite,
But why are you starting with me?
We have to start somewhere sir.
and I understand that she had
just attended a tutorial with you.
It's psychology, isn't it?
The year one foundation course, yes.
And would that have been a group tutorial, sir?
One to one.
Hardly unusual.
Though my wife Suzanne does get very concerned
for my vulnerability.
Your vulnerability, sir?
It's very difficult being a male lecturer.
In the current climate.
Hysterical undergraduates
have been known to cry rape or threaten to.
Had Helen Tudor done that?
No, But if you have to ask the question
did I attack her?
No, I didn't.
She left this room, unmolested,
at 2:30 and that's the last I saw of her.
Okay, well, thank you, sir.
I'm sorry to have had to intrude like this.
No problem.
Mrs. Michaelson.
If there's anything else we can do to help,
just get in touch.
Thank you, sir, we will.
Goodbye for now.
So did you assault her?
Don't be ridiculous.
Did you?
Why should I do that?
Out of concern for your "vulnerability"?
I just don't know how you had the cruelty
to stand there and say that.
And to smile at me,
Perhaps you could try smiling back sometimes.
Oh go to Hell.
All right, Guv?
No, I'm not,
there's no forensic at the shop,
no weapon,
no duty solicitor.
And where've you been?
University.
I did leave a note.
Yeah, all right.
Alleged assault on a first year student.
Helen Tudor by name.
Stunning by nature.
Brains, beauty and modest with it.
Just the sort you'd kill for.
Yeah, well as long as you're enjoying yourself.
Frost.
Right, Billy.
Duty solicitor has finally arrived.
All right, where is he?
In with Peter Bainbridge.
All right.
What's his name?
Simon Marsh.
He's a new one on me.
Is that him there?
Yeah.
Doesn't look much of a problem to me.
I think you'd better call an ambulance.
Peter?
Peter, are you all right, son?
Where's the pain?
In here?
All right, all right, all right.
Look, he's got indigestion.
Give him bicarbonate of soda.
Nice one.
George.
Yeah.
Get down to the hospital.
What?
That Peter Bainbridge is working a flanker.
I want you to sit with him.
Strictly no visitors,
and you let me know the minute
he's fit for an interview.
What about this University thing
Are you still here?
What's the latest, Jamie?
Well, they say they'll let her home this evening,
if there's someone to look after her.
I'll volunteer.
Sorry to spoil your fantasy,
I already have.
Oui, hey!
(Sound of car running)
Shit.
Bitch!
Stupid selfish bitch!
Keep me informed.
I need that knife.
All right, Jack.
You summoned me, sir?
Yes, just making sure
you're not up to any mischief.
Mischief?
I'm investigating an armed robbery, sir.
Well, while Peter Bainbridge
is still in hospital
you'll just have to be patient, won't you?
Yes, like Mr Chandani?
His wife's in hospital too,
only she's in intensive care.
Yes, unfortunately that is not relevant
to the rules of evidence.
Oh, come on.
Bainbridge is a con.
It's a delaying tactic.
Better than him dying in custody.
That's a matter of opinion.
I'm sorry?
I said I'm waiting for a second opinion, sir.
Leave Peter Bainbridge alone.
Are you willing to engage in casual sex?
Not with you, I'm not.
Would you consider having an affair
with a married man?
Are you all right Sandy, or what?
Never better.
Spare a minute?
I'm not sure I dare.
Let's find a seat.
All right.
There you go.
Excuse me, thank you.
"What is your most frequent sexual fantasy"?
You what?
It's a bonking questionnaire.
Girl called Jamie Merrick gave it to me,
friend of Helen Tudor.
Oh yeah?
The University assault victim.
Oh, yes.
George Toolan reckons that could be an accident.
Oh.
So why does his wife try to kill herself?
Whose wife?
Doctor Michaelson.
Helen's Psychology lecturer.
I don't know, you've lost me.
Oh, come on, Jack.
Now it's supposed to be the news hound
who gets information from the copper,
not the other way round.
Are you investigating this Michaelson character?
What for?
Well,
according to Jamie,
this Doctor Michaelson dishes these out
to all his first year students.
Course, he assures them
it's just an ice breaker,
to prepare them for discussion
on the "psychology of human relationships".
But he only collects them in off the women.
So she's saying that he targets likely "conquests"
from the answers given in this questionnaire?
That's just one of his little ploys.
If there was a Faculty of Discreet Sexual Harassment,
Michaelson would be head of department.
But because he's a top man in his field
and pulls in the research grants,
the University turns a blind eye.
But now,
what if Helen really was
threatening to go public.
Not just about Michaelson
but the way the establishment
covers up for him?
I see,
so either Michaelson pushed her down the staircase
or it's a conspiracy
and the whole governing board did it.
No,
nice story either way.
Specially with the human interest
of the wife's attempted suicide.
So what have you done with all this information?
Have you published it?
And prejudice a police investigation?
What do you think I am,
an irresponsible opportunist?
All I did was phone our sister papers
in the university towns listed
and get them to check their back numbers
just for fun really.
The result,
six reports of unsolved campus assaults
in six months.
Plus two murders.
Not on campus, the murders?
No, no, but the victims were students.
Not that I want to frighten anyone.
No, of course not,
you're a journalist.
I want you on this now.
But what about the armed robbery,
you've at least got time to interview the girl.
If Sandy Longford's right...
Yes if...
Then we can't afford not to investigate further.
Find the long distance lorry driver.
Oh, and Jack,
Yes.
Can we stay one step ahead of the press
from now on, please?
Sir.
Lindsay, get those clothes off.
I want you in civvies, now.
Right, sir.
Helen Tudor?
So, when are you going to arrest Michaelson?
I've got no reason to arrest anyone yet,
Miss Merrick.
The man's a snake, everybody knows it.
Jamie, he's a snake, okay,
but I can't accuse him
of doing anything seriously wrong, can I?
That's what's so awful.
Yeah, can we leave Doctor Michaelson out of this,
just for the moment.
Now, when did you last meet your boyfriend, ehm...
Gareth.
About a week ago.
Before he went up north.
Ah.
What about you, Miss Merrick?
Where were you yesterday afternoon at two thirty?
In the shower.
Why?
Well?
I'd say Helen's been telling the truth all along.
Doesn't seem the hysterical type.
No, and Jamie?
A good friend.
Yeah, a bit over protective.
A bit too much righteous indignation
against Michaelson?
Covering her own guilt perhaps?
Why should she push Helen downstairs?
Well, let's face it,
Helen puts her in the shade
in the old looks department, doesn't she?
I think the lorry driver's a better bet, sir.
So do I.
Find him.
Right, anything else?
At the shops.
Uh, no, no.
Do you need help with the loo before I go?
No thanks.
Okay.
Jamie, don't be long.
Helen, it was Michaelson and they know it.
They're just making doubly sure
because of who he is.
Now, no one's going to break the door down.
Okay?
No, I know, I know.
It was...
I don't know,
Iike suddenly drowning in a black wave,
nothing to live for,
which is crazy.
But at the bottom of it all
a deep sense of loathing.
Not for him.
For myself.
For having put up with it all for so long.
Helen Tudor?
Do you know her?
No,
but she seemed a nice, decent girl.
I suppose that's what triggered it.
I was knowingly letting him,
do what he could.
Do you think that Helen Tudor
might have been on her way
to blow the whistle on Doctor Michaelson
when she was attacked?
I doubt it,
but it's possible.
And in panic,
he might have tried to stop her?
I really don't know,
I mean who can say what any of us are capable of?
Men or women.
Not me, Inspector.
One thing I'm not capable of
is playing the violently jealous wife.
All I ever want to do
is climb into a small box in the corner,
on my own,
and close the lid.
Jamie?
Helen, what's up?
I don't know,
somebody shoved that under the door.
It's your handwriting.
First page from an essay,
Iook, your name and everything.
Maybe fell out of your folder
when you got thumped?
I didn't do this underlining.
Why's somebody underlined that?
"Beautiful people are consistently chosen
in preference to those of average appearance"
It's called the "halo effect".
In social psychology.
If you're physically attractive
you're assumed to be special.
Has its advantages obviously.
But it can be quite a burden.
I know the feeling.
I'm surprised to find you still here on campus, sir.
I thought you'd be at home with your wife.
Is that relevant?
Could be.
It means, that you could've slipped this
under Helen Tudor's door.
Did you?
Of course not.
Why would I do that?
Why indeed?
A veiled threat perhaps?
Hi.
Gareth King?
Yeah.
PC Hunter, Denton Police.
Are you gonna ask me something, or not?
You're not under arrest, Mr. King.
You're free to go any time you like.
What time did you get back from Northampton yesterday?
I dunno.
Look, what's the problem?
G509 MLP, that's your lorry isn't it?
So?
Well, I had a word with our Traffic Division.
They've got a camera on the ring road contraflow system.
You're on video.
I wasn't speeding.
No, I know, you see,
they've got a time code on the video tape.
Which means that you
were back in Denton at 13.47.
That's about half an hour before a female student
called Helen Tudor was assaulted.
Helen?
What's happened to her?
She was pushed down some stairs
at the university.
She's okay, but she won't be going dancing for a bit.
Can I see her?
No, I don't think that's a good idea.
I need to see her.
Where did you go when you got back to Denton?
Mr. King?
The university.
Well, parked up behind it anyway.
Drayton Road.
Why?
Because I was gonna speak to Helen if I could find her.
But in the end I bottled out.
Bottled out of what?
Givin' her the good news.
Pregnant?
Yeah, you know.
Yes, thank you, Gareth, I do know.
I'm just trying to come to terms
with the fact that you've got a wife.
Her name's Stephanie.
Uhuh?
And she's actually not as pretty as you.
Oh.
I just thought I ought to do the decent thing you know,
not just disappear.
Obviously the timing's not very good,
with what's happened to you.
No, no.
It's reassuringly normal, wives and babies.
Only Stef's a bit dicky at the moment,
you know, morning sickness and everything,
so she needs lookin' after whenever I can.
And in the future, you know,
I'm going to be a father, so.
Presumably so, yes.
Yeah.
Take care then, yeah?
You're very special to me, you know, Helen.
Yeah.
And if you find out who did this to you,
Iet me know and I'll kick his head in.
Thank you, Gareth.
Oh, well.
One down, seven to go.
So, you're saying he's got a wife in every port?
Only one wife, sir, and she lives in Denton.
The other eight are girlfriends.
But regular relationships.
It does seem like it.
He's given us names and addresses.
Students?
Some, but not all.
He meets them at clubs
when he's overnighting around the country.
And for some peculiar reason
beautiful, intelligent young women
seem to find him irresistible.
Yes, thank you very much,
can we save the jealousy till later, please?
What about his work dockets though,
if they show him in towns
where assaults have occurred
It's a blow out, I'm afraid, sir.
I've double checked,
only half of the towns match up
and none of the dates.
And in any case,
I've been on the phone to the nicks concerned.
There's no pattern to the assaults.
Half of them weren't even on women.
It's just Sandy Longford speaking through his organ.
The country's undergraduates
are not being stalked by some mysterious attacker.
Helen Tudor could be.
And she's on our patch.
"Don't die, Helen.
Don't die here".
Yes, all right, well.
Have you spoken to her parents?
Not as yet, sir.
I believe they live in Boxborough.
Boxborough?
I know someone who lives in Boxborough.
So, how is it?
Yeah, yeah, it's fine.
I've done six months now.
You make it sound like prison, Clive.
No, no, I'm learning all the time
Iike I did at Denton.
Only now I'm a DS,
so I don't get all the crappy jobs.
So why are you here?
I'm covering Hornrim Harry's back really.
Assault case at Denton Uni.
Young female student.
It's a bit odd, I must admit.
But we didn't cover her parents,
so that's what I'm doing,
here today, gone tomorrow.
What's odd about it?
Well, no real motive for the attack.
Don't know whether the attacker
was male or female
and left a rather cryptic parting request.
I've got a photo of her here.
Look at that, Helen Tudor.
First year undergraduate, psychology student.
There, feast your eyes on that, eh.
I've seen her before somewhere.
In your dreams, my son.
No, no, no, no, I'm sure.
Can I borrow it?
What for?
I'll tell you later.
You coming back to the nick afterwards?
No, no, no way.
I'll tell you what?
I'll meet you in that fish and chip shop
in about an hour.
All right.
Ok.
Your shout.
The wife's in Oslo on business.
Works for a furniture company.
I'm semi -retired.
Do this for fun, really.
But you haven't been down to see Helen?
I spoke to her on the 'phone last night.
She sounded a bit shaky but said she was okay.
So, basically I don't think she wants me
down there fussing about.
Better off with Jamie,
at least till her mum gets back.
Oh, excuse me.
Oh, sorry, oh yeah.
So, you think well of Jamie do you, Mr Tudor?
Oh yeah.
She's a good sensible girl.
A plain Jamie next to Helen,
but not jealous with it
Iike some so called friends are.
It's amazing how catty some girls can be,
downright cruel some of them
to someone with a prettier face.
Hello Guv.
All right, Clive?
What's this, been shopping?
Just something for my new flat, do you mind.
Flat?
What happened to the house?
It burnt down.
It's all right, I'll tell you about it later.
This is a very extensive menu.
You know, they do everything here.
They do Carp.
They do Gray Mullet.
They also do Red Mullet.
The best is Gujons of Mullet,
served on a bed of rice
in a sour lemon sauce,
that's the one we'll have, I think.
Here's your photo.
All right, thanks.
And there's another.
What's this then, her twin.
No, it's a look-alike,
that's what rang a bell.
Her name's Paula Tait.
The investigation was being wound up
when I first arrived here.
Well, wound down anyway.
Case unsolved.
She died two years ago.
Drowned in the open air swimming pool.
Coroner recorded an open verdict.
Well he had to,
there was no apparent motive for murder.
She'd not been sexually assaulted.
She had no enemies.
There was only minimal markings on her body,
just slight bruising to the shoulders.
There was a bang on the head.
That kid was a brilliant swimmer.
She was happy.
There was no way would she have committed suicide.
It was an accident.
An accident.
Then what the hell was he doing here
in the middle of the night?
Yes, she died when the pool was shut.
She was probably drunk.
No.
She was lured here and murdered.
Are you re-opening the case?
No.
Well you bloody well ought to.
Guv?
"Beautiful people are consistently chosen".
Good morning.
Peter Bainbridge.
Been discharged from hospital.
We're ready when you are.
Give me a cup of coffee, will you.
It's the same solicitor as before.
Yeah?
Simon Marsh.
But Rod Bainbridge is gone.
He's gone?
Bailed, time's up,
not enough to charge him.
All right.
Mr. Marsh.
Thank you.
Tape interview with Peter Bainbridge.
Time, 0830.
Those present, myself, DS Toolan,
Detective Inspector Frost.
Mr. Simon Marsh,
Mr. Bainbridge's legal representative.
First of all, Peter,
may I take this opportunity
on behalf of myself and my colleagues
to say how delighted we are
that you are fit and well.
I've also informed the canteen staff,
should there be a meal break,
they must serve you food
of a nutritious and easily digestible nature.
May I also remind you
that you are still under caution.
Now, you do not have to say anything,
but anything you do...
No, no, no.
Yes, you do not have to say anything.
But it may harm your defense
if you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Everybody clear on that?
My client understands.
Good, fine.
Now Peter, can you tell me where you were
two o'clock Wednesday afternoon?
Having taken legal advice, no comment.
(Alarm on monitor)
Mr. Chandani, please.
I'm not being unreasonable,
am I Peter?
Am I?
Rod has got form for robbery.
You and Rod were seen
outside a sub post office.
Twenty minutes later
that sub post office was robbed.
Five minutes after that,
you and Rod were picked up
and lo and behold,
Rod had in his pocket
exactly the same amount of money
that was stolen from the post office.
Is that unreasonable?
No.
So come on Peter, what went wrong, eh?
It was Rod, wasn't it?
He cocked it up.
He forgot that Wednesday
was half-day closing
at the post office counter.
So that when you charged in,
all that was left for you
was the till by the sweetie counter,
and Mrs. Chandani.
But you didn't know that he had a knife,
did you Peter, eh?
You didn't know that Rod had a knife, eh?
So what did you feel like
when you saw him stick it in Mrs. Chandani?
What did you feel like then, Peter, eh?
Inspector Frost, I must record for the benefit of the tape
that your body language
and behavior towards my client
are becoming oppressive.
Oh are they?
Then I suggest we take a break.
This interview is suspended.
George, give Mr. Bainbridge a cup of tea.
Predigest it first.
Can I have a word with you?
Interview suspended at 0930.
Inspector Frost and Mr. Marsh
are leaving the room.
Rather over-doing it for legal aid,
aren't you, Mr. Marsh?
Why, are only bent solicitors
supposed to protect their clients?
Look, we're investigating a violent crime,
a life threatening crime.
No, you are investigating a violent crime.
My only duty is to my client.
I can't permit him to tell lies
but that's as far as my obligation to you goes
as I'm sure you're well aware.
Look, as far...
Excuse me.
If you could just separate your legal duty from your moral...
Frankly I don't think my moral duty's
for you to dictate.
Rod Bainbridge would stab his own grandmother
for her last tea bag.
I'm not representing Rod Bainbridge,
I'm representing his cousin.
Yes, I know, and I've seen your last stroke.
A "heart attack"?
I didn't say he'd had a heart attack
and nor did my client.
He was in genuine distress.
He's not the only one.
Mrs. Chandani's had her spleen sliced in half.
And you're preventing your client
from telling the truth.
He has a right to say nothing.
I bet he's told you though.
What he's told me in private
is none of your business.
Both Rod and Peter Bainbridge
are innocent of this crime till proven guilty,
and neither of them is required
to help you prove that guilt,
any more than I am.
Defending that principle
is my only "moral duty".
Yes, right thank you very much.
Thank you for the lecture.
Jack?
Yes!
Ketley's called from the hospital.
And?
No, go on.
Mr. Marsh is entitled to all relevant information.
Mrs. Chandani's dead.
Now, there you go, Mr. Marsh.
Murder.
Where does that leave your "moral duty?"
You don't have to do this, you know.
I do.
Just to the library and back.
I can't sit here feeling scared for evermore, can I?
I've got to get a grip.
Uh.
Helen, you're still woozy,
you've got a headache and you're shaking.
Come on, give yourself time.
I can't.
Positive thinking,
if I think well,
I'll get well.
And then I won't feel like such a sitting duck.
Nothing's changed since we first spoke, Peter.
A woman's dead.
There is no fresh evidence.
Helen.
How are you?
Fine, thank you.
No touching.
Have the police discovered a motive for your mishap?
You do know we have a counselor on campus,
to help students with problems, do you?
I don't have any problems, Doctor Michaelson.
No, you don't, do you.
But I think you were right about courses.
Psychology isn't a good choice on your part.
Perhaps you should call it a day
and start again next year.
Something less taxing.
Think about it.
Now do you believe he's a snake?
He was always gonna try to label you as sad.
Yeah, and you weren't even going to tell the police
about what he gets up to.
Do you just need to go back to bed?
Come on then.
We'll talk about it later.
My pink top.
It's gone.
What?
My pink top.
It was hanging by the window, drying.
Somebody's taken it.
Oh come on, Helen.
Who else in this place but you wears pink tops?
It's been taken.
Somebody's stealing my clothes.
If a Court was to accept
that you were outside the sub post office,
and they were told
that you would give no reason why
then that Court is entitled
to draw its own conclusions.
But such an inference would not secure a conviction.
Look, what the law is saying here,
it's saying, look, Peter,
this is your chance to tell your side of the story.
It's only fair, isn't it?
Because most people feel the need to explain.
It's a basic instinct.
Especially if you're innocent.
You see,
I'm not accusing you of anything, no.
But I feel that you need to explain.
I mean, come on, Peter.
You're not a violent man.
And I can tell this whole thing has upset you.
This is murder.
It's a nightmare, isn't it?
Oh, come on let's be honest.
You're not really much of a villain,
are you.
No,
he's the hard case, everyone knows that.
You know what I think?
I think that you're so used to being told
what to do by Rod,
that that's what you're doing now,
here, in this room.
When really you want to get something off your chest.
Well why don't you do what you want, for a change.
Eh?
Come on.
Just talk about it.
You'll feel a whole lot better, believe me.
No comment.
Inspector, my client is clearly fatigued.
In view of the time,
could I suggest we suspend the interview.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, of course.
This interview is suspended at 1 710
due to Mr. Marsh's client's fatigue.
And although I accept your intention
to apply for extensions of custody
up to the 24 hours permitted,
I shall expect his release without charge
on expiry of that period
unless further evidence
connecting him with this crime is forthcoming.
Yes, of course.
And I hope you can sleep at night.
Better than some policemen,
I should imagine.
Cracked him, sir?
No, not yet.
I'll finish him off in the morning I expect.
Is it all right to show you this then?
Yeah, what's that?
From the university.
You asked for a list of students
domiciled in Boxborough before coming to Denton.
Did I, how many?
Seventeen.
Seven... you what?
Nine men, eight women.
Any on the same Psychology course as Helen Tudor?
No.
Any in the same residential block?
No.
Shall I send the details up to DS Barnard?
Do what?
Well if your theory is
there's a link between the look-alike's death
and the assault on Helen.
Did I say that?
Well no,
but if it transpires
that someone on that list was also interviewed
during the Paula Tait enquiry.
Could be a coincidence.
Still, go on,
send it off to Barnard.
Let him work through it.
He loves anything methodical.
He should have been a lawyer.
How are you, Johnny?
You know me Jack.
I'm a martyr to me vertebrae.
Right.
That's me finished.
I'm off home tonight.
I've heard about your pad.
Don't suppose I could interest you in a swap, could I?
What do you mean?
You can have News at 10,
and the wife in her quilted dressing gown.
And I'll take those.
No.
What you got lined up then?
Nothing Johnny.
Absolutely nothing.
Great, isn't it?
And those things will kill you.
Mr. Frost?
Laura?
Hello, Mr. Frost.
Goodnight Clive.
Yeah, goodnight.
Who's that meant to be?
It's me.
Well, the eyebrows are too big.
Look,the eyebrows...
just sit down!
Now.
What do you want?
Nothing.
Why are you here, Richard?
We've got the bum's rush.
Him from the B and B.
Me from the hostel.
Why, I thought you said
that you weren't in trouble.
I'm not, Mr. Frost.
Straight up.
I'm still doing the magazine vending, an' everything.
I've even go me badge, look.
Oh yeah?
So why were you slung out?
Because he was never there.
Well, where was he then?
At my place.
That's why I've been slung out:
I'm pregnant.
Oh, terrific.
Well, we think so.
We're gonna get married.
Right.
So have you been to the council,
about a flat?
Yeah.
Couldn't understand a word she said,
she was foreign.
I bet she's got somewhere to live.
Yeah, don't worry about that.
Are they going to house you?
Well, eventually.
Probably.
I mean, I dunno.
There's so many forms to fill out, it panics me.
Well, you can write, can't you?
I mean you've got a brain.
You can't stay here.
How did you get my address, anyway?
Well, you see, the thing is, (Phone ringing)
this morning when...
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Right.
Frost.
Oh, hello Clive,
Laura, turn the milk off!
Oh g0d.
Who's Laura?
Oh, she is a pregnant 22 year old
with psychiatric problems.
And we're living together.
Now, did you want something?
Yeah, well I just thought
you'd want to know straight away,
you know that list you sent up,
Denton students with a home address in Boxborough?
Yeah, well I've got a match.
One of them was interviewed
during the Paula Tait investigation.
His name is Adam Weston.
Morning.
If you're still here when I get back, you're nicked.
Sir,
Mr. Mullett will have a fit if he finds out.
Have they got form?
Well, Richard has.
Not recent.
I managed to frighten him off crime a few years ago.
Got him a place in a B and B,
nice little job with a charity.
I mean, you know he's trying his best,
and then what happens.
He's fallen in love
and he's homeless again.
And Laura, well I mean, Laura,
I mean she's just Laura.
Well I could throw them out, no problem.
Yeah, all right, I will.
I will.
Yeah, okay, bye.
Right, George, what've we got?
The Bainbridges' clothes, back from the lab.
No blood.
Yeah.
Forensic finished at the shop with it?
Yeah, they wound up yesterday.
Only liftable prints on the till were the Chandanis'.
The Support Team are looking for the gloves
as well as the knife, I hope?
Yeah, course.
What do you mean, of course.
Jack.
Yes.
Mr. Chandani's here to see you.
Your man said could I make a statement.
About my wife,
finding her.
Yes, it's just a formality really,
It could have waited.
It's just that I wanted to ask you,
and I realize how difficult
this must be for you.
I just wanted you to think again
about what happened on Wednesday afternoon.
Now as I understand it,
your wife was alone in the shop.
Yes.
Are you sure that you weren't with her?
I closed the post office counter at 1 :30
and went upstairs.
I was there when I heard her shout,
and then the alarm.
I ran downstairs,
She was lying on the floor.
Was anyone else in the shop?
No.
Mr. Chandani,
I'd like you to think again about that, very carefully.
You see, these things
well, they happen so quickly,
and when it's as devastating as this,
we find that when a witness is in shock,
you know, his or her memory
doesn't function properly for a while.
They need time to recover.
They need time to remember things more clearly.
So I must ask you again,
please,
try and picture it for me.
You come down the stairs
and what do you see?
You see the till is open.
You see your wife lying on the floor.
Are there two men in the shop?
Do you see two men?
I saw only my wife.
Your man told me you have arrested the people.
Why do you not ask them
if they were in my shop?
We have done, Mr Chandani.
But under the law
they're not obliged to say anything.
I see.
They are not obliged to tell the truth.
So you want me to tell lies.
He knows what I need,
but he won't do it.
His wife's been murdered
and he just won't do it.
A lie is not going to resurrect her, sir.
Is that the point?
Rod Bainbridge is at home
Iaughing his ruddy head off,
that is the point.
Right, Peter,
you've had all night to think about things.
Anything at all you want to say to me
about Wednesday afternoon?
Do you want to tell me why
you were outside Bishop's Green sub post office?
No comment, Inspector.
All right, fair enough.
George, take Peter to the Custody Officer, will you
and make the necessary arrangements for bail.
This investigation is not closed though.
And if I find just one tiny piece of forensic,
I'm going to come
knock, knock, knocking at your door.
Not that I'm being oppressive or anything.
This interview is now terminated at 1015.
Thanks.
Well, I hope you're satisfied?
Yes, I am.
For the moment.
Peter Bainbridge is a weak man.
and that's why you wanted to get at him.
The right to silence may have been eroded
but it's still his best defense.
He's vulnerable,
inarticulate
and out of his depth.
Without me here,
you'd have got a confession out of him in seconds flat.
It might not have been the truth, of course,
but he'd have told you what you wanted to hear.
And are you going to drop in on Mr. Chandani
on your way back to the office?
Wish him all the best?
Attend the funeral perhaps?
Now you're being cheap.
Cheap!
You tell me what the law is supposed to be for,
Mr. Marsh, if it isn't
to protect decent people like the Chandanis'?
And don't give me all that crap
about "moral duty" and "principles",
what is it for?
Justice?
Ah, so, that is what you've been pursuing, is it,
for the last four days, justice?
You explain that to Mr. Chandani,
because I can't.
Has it occurred to you for one moment,
that Rod and Peter Bainbridge
might not have committed this crime?
No, it hasn't.
Because your "nose" tells you they're guilty.
Because Rod Bainbridge "deserves" to be squared up.
He's on your list of "scum"
that society needs protecting from.
Your list, Inspector Frost,
your judgment.
if the law's not a stick
for hitting your least favorite people with,
you're not interested.
So let's not confuse the truth with a "result".
And don't tell me
an innocent person has nothing to fear either
because history proves you horribly wrong.
Tea, sir?
All right, thank you.
Uh, did DS Barnard phone you, sir?
Yes, he did, last night.
I was in the middle of the domestic crisis.
Well this Adam Weston.
Oh, right, yeah.
Is a second year English student.
Paula Tait died
just before he started at Denton.
He was one of a group of lads
who'd been at an 18th birthday party with her
on the night she drowned.
Apparently the statement seems
to have been pretty routine
he didn't know her very well,
not a boyfriend or anything.
Still, it'd be worth speaking to him,
wouldn't it,
and just following your nose?
I dunno about that,
noses are out.
Take your marks.
Go!
Mr. Adam Weston?
Yeah?
Detective Inspector Frost,
Denton CID.
Carry on, don't catch your death.
What's the problem?
Do you know a fellow student
by the name of Helen Tudor?
Sort of.
Not as well as I would like.
Oh, you find her attractive then?
Don't you?
I presume you've met her.
This is about the assault?
Why, were you expecting me?
Well, word is her tutor, Michaelson's, not going to be done for it,
so it's got to be a student.
Any reason why you should be at the top of my list?
Am I?
There is a home town connection.
Oh, right.
Right, yeah I'm with you,
we come from the same place, so therefore.
Whereas actually I didn't know her then.
We met here during Freshers' Week,
she was queuing up to join the swimming club.
But you did know Paula Tait?
So?
Just asking.
Also, could I ask you,
where were you 2:30 last Wednesday afternoon?
I was at the pub.
The Waterman.
No, I tell a lie.
Wednesday's my healthy day.
I was in halls, the communal kitchen.
Preparing an exotic lunch of tinned ravioli.
Any witnesses?
Only the can opener, I'm afraid.
Ah.
All right, thank you.
Inspector Frost.
Yes?
Hi.
Tony Jarvis,
I live in the same hall as Adam Weston,
the same floor.
I've just been speaking to him.
Oh, yeah, how nice.
Adam does talk like a prat, I know.
Yeah, well that's education for you, isn't it.
He said you asked him about Wednesday.
About Helen Tudor.
Did he?
So I thought I ought to let you know
that it's crap,
what he said about
not being able to prove where he was.
He just can't help being perverse basically.
I was making lunch in the kitchen
and he was definitely there.
I'm sorry.
Adam's his own worst enemy sometimes.
Well he ought to be more careful then, shouldn't he?
Ah, so you've lost the Bainbridges.
For the moment.
Local enquiries are still continuing, sir.
Don't you think those "enquiries"
should be widened a little.
If the Bainbridges didn't do it, somebody else did
and you should be looking for them.
No, they did it.
What about the University then?
What does "instinct" tell you there?
Not a lot,
though it might all end in tears.
Sir.
Helen Tudor.
Her hair was as a wet fleece of gold,
and each separate hair as a thread of fine gold
in a cup of glass.
Her body was as white ivory
and her tail was of silver and pearl.
Silver and pearl was her tail,
And the green weeds of the sea coiled round it,
and like seashells were her ears,
and her lips like sea coral.
The cold waves dashed over her cold breasts,
and the salt glistened upon her eyelids.
When did it arrive?
It was in the box when I came in
about twenty minutes ago.
Was it typewritten or word processed?
Word processed.
Doesn't give us much of chance then, does it, eh?
Who's it from?
Sir?
Well, it's a quotation,
presumably?
Oscar Wilde, I think.
It's the third weird thing to have happened.
Since the shove down stairs.
Third?
You've got to tell them about your top.
Someone's stealing her clothes.
So, what do you reckon?
A prank the pink top?
Maybe she's just mislaid it.
But it could be an object of obsession.
The mermaid stuff's not exactly threatening though, sir.
Isn't it?
Mermaids are supposed to be brilliant swimmers, aren't they?
Helen Tudor's look-a-like was a brilliant swimmer.
Paula Tait.
On the other hand,
the guy who sent it,
if it is a guy.
might just get off on
bare breasts and fish tails.
No, I think this implies something more
than just sex.
You know, it implies adoration,
worship,
Idealization.
Is that a word?
Yeah.
And there's something else about mermaids
as far as sex is concerned.
Well, because of their anatomy,
they eh, they...
you know....
I mean, you can't....
I mean, they...
They're hardly a target for rape, are they.
Paula Tait wasn't raped.
Well that knocks Michaelson out of the frame then,
doesn't it, as a suspect.
He's a strictly hands on man,
not distant worship.
Not necessarily.
He's a psychologist, isn't he.
He'd know all about obsession.
Know all about sex.
I'll see you later in the student's pub.
The Waterman all right?
What the hell are you doing in here?
Looking for you, Doctor.
That door was locked.
It was unlocked, sir.
Well, what do you want?
Helen Tudor has had another communication.
Can you swim?
You're here to ask if I can swim?
Yes it might have some bearing, sir,
if you don't mind.
No, I can't swim.
Does that prove I'm innocent or guilty?
I'd appreciate being told.
So you're not keen on water?
Water?
Yes, you know, the sea,
swimming pools.
To be precise,
because I wouldn't want to misinform you
on what is clearly a crucial matter.
Water isn't keen on me.
My skin's allergic to chlorine and salt,
which makes anything more watery than a shower
a distinctly unpleasant experience.
Rather like being in a room with you.
So, did you see Michaelson?
He's not into mermaids.
I'll tell you something else,
it can't be Wednesday.
The ravioli eater is here.
Who?
Him in there, look, at the table.
Ginger knob.
It's Weston.
Along with every other student in Denton.
They're supposed to be poor.
No, it's the likes of Laura and Richard who are poor.
This lot are just playing at it.
Do you ever imagine what it's like to die, Lindsay?
Not often, sir.
No,
I got shot once.
It makes you think about it then.
I can't help thinking about Mrs. Chandani.
How she must have felt when the knife went in.
Knowing that she couldn't do anything about it.
That's the weird thing,
the helplessness.
It's your body,
but you can't do anything about it.
But what about drowning.
Knowing you're being drowned,
that must be truly horrendous.
Knowing that you haven't got the strength
to stop it,
but your brain knows what's happening.
Give over, sir.
Oh, yes, yeah, I'm sorry, right, I'm sorry.
Listen, why don't you go home.
What about you.
I'll be fine,
I'll have another half.
I'll stay on.
Be a bit morose by myself.
Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then.
Yeah goodnight.
Goodnight.
You're going,
Yeah, cheers.
Yeah, have a good one,
See ya, bye.
Skinny dipping is not a crime, sir.
I know.
And why should it have anything at all
to do with Helen Tudor?
No reason at all.
And he's got an alibi for the assault,
or rather he's given an alibi to Weston,
which amounts to the same thing.
Sir.
Weston is the one who was in Boxborough
when Paula Tait drowned, not Jarvis.
Yeah, I know.
But you test out Weston's alibi anyway,
after you've got me Jarvis' home town address.
All right.
I don't know if he was in the kitchen with me.
If he says he was he was.
People are in and out of there all the time.
Do you know any Oscar Wilde, Mr. Weston?
Oscar Wilde?
Please.
I'm strictly Mediaeval.
Where's Inspector Frost?
Ehm, he's gone to Reading, sir.
Reading?
Do you take sugar?
Yes, two please.
Oh, thank you.
So you've got two champion swimmers
in the family then, Mrs. Jarvis?
No, no, just Tony.
My daughter died when she was seven.
Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't know.
There's no reason why you should.
Still, you must be very proud of Tony,
all these awards.
County Champion 1986.
Yes.
He was only 10 when he won that.
Only 10?
That means that Tony must be what, 20.
Yes, why?
It's just that I always thought that
all first years students were 18.
So that means that Tony
was here in Reading two years ago?
No, he was at University in Hull.
I wish you'd tell me what you're here for.
Oh, yes, right.
I don't know whether Tony's told you,
but there was an assault at Denton University
a couple of days ago.
No, he didn't mention it when he phoned this week.
Yes, a young female student
was grabbed and knocked down some stairs.
We think it was an accident,
but well, we just don't know.
So.
So I'm just talking to all her first year friends
and their parents.
I don't normally do this
but there is a slight coincidence
between the assault
and a murder that happened two years ago,
not at Denton.
In Boxborough.
A young girl was drowned.
But as you said,
Tony was in Hull two years ago,
so there you are, that's that.
Yes.
He spent a year there,
doing Geography and Geology.
But he didn't like it
and so he started again this year at Denton.
Anyway, what does Tony say about all this?
Well to be quite honest,
I haven't interviewed him yet.
See I like to clarify the background first.
Just to make sure there's no heartache.
(Knock on the door.) Helen.
Who is it?
Adam.
What do you want?
I'd like to talk to you.
(Knock on door) Helen.
Can I come in?
I'd just like to know what you said to the police,
about me.
You, nothing.
Why are they hassling me day in day out?
I don't know.
I did not shove you down the stairs, okay.
I never suggested you did, Adam.
If you weren't so pretty
you wouldn't be getting all this attention.
Do you want to know why
they haven't arrested Michaelson yet?
I'll tell you why.
So that Frost character can keep on seeing you!
Adam, please!
Sorry.
They suspect me of hurting you.
Can you imagine how that makes me feel?
I'd never hurt you.
Look, it's okay.
Adam.
I do understand, really.
Let's just forget about the whole thing.
It's all in the past.
I'll see you later,
at the swimming club.
I'm better.
What you looking so cheerful about?
Helen's out of purdah,
and back in that swimsuit.
Lindsay?
I'm on my way back.
Meet me at the University.
And speak to whoever you have to
and get access to Jarvis's application papers,
All right.
Thanks very much.
No problem.
Your tax is out.
Well, what have you got?
Was he in Hull two years ago?
Yes he was.
Except, he spent two weeks of the summer term
studying coastal erosion.
At a field center just outside Boxborough.
Mrs. Jarvis.
I want to talk to Tony.
All right, where is he?
Mrs. Jarvis I know that Tony was in Boxborough
when the girl drowned.
And what are you doing here, eh?
And why didn't you tell me
that you knew all about Boxborough?
Mrs. Jarvis, if your son is a fruitcake,
I need to know about it.
Hi.
Just to let you know that there's no swimming club.
Oh?
Yeah, I just been to pick up the keys, it's no go,
filtration plant's on the blink again apparently.
I'm doing the rounds, telling everyone.
Right.
Okay then.
Cheers, Tone.
He was unbelievably jealous of Simone.
His little sister?
He was three when she was born.
They say that's the worst age for sibling jealousy
but Tony was dreadful.
I never dared leave him alone with her,
not even for a second.
It was my fault I suppose.
I spoiled him rotten till she arrived,
and then,
he had to share.
And she was so beautiful.
Everybody loved her.
She was so sweet and lovely.
And she was a wonderful swimmer.
Even better than Tony.
We used to call her our little mermaid.
And she died when she was seven.
Did she drown?
We were on holiday in Devon.
It was a beautiful spot,
and everything was just fine.
And then one day they went missing.
We searched and searched
and at last I found them.
I was at the top of a hill,
Looking down across a meadow towards a river
about a hundred yards away,
and there were Tony and Simone,
just sitting together on the bank,
Iooking down into the water.
There was nothing I could do.
suddenly they just fell in.
They didn't just fall in,
did they, Mrs. Jarvis?
Did they?
Did Tony drown his sister,
Mrs. Jarvis?
You've got to tell me.
You know you have to.
Yes.
And I was the only witness.
I had a choice.
And I chose not to tell the truth.
Except to my husband,
who chose not to believe me.
We were divorced shortly afterwards.
And Tony never spoke of it.
He was silent for weeks,
and then the cloud seemed to lift.
He suddenly seemed quite normal.
Except for an obsession with water.
I don't just mean the swimming,
but with mermaids,
and poetry.
I suppose he was hiding the horror of it from himself
in a childish sort of way,
a sort of pretending that he never murdered her.
Just took her to a better,
more beautiful place.
(Knock on the door)
All right, all right.
Find Jarvis.
Try Weston's room.
Now!
She'll be back in a minute.
She'd already limped off to swimming club
when Tony arrived.
What, Jarvis?
Yeah, to say it had been cancelled.
Mr. Weston?
Hi, Tony.
Hello, Simone.
White as ivory,
Tony.
Your hair,
as a wet fleece of gold
Jamie!
Come into the water.
Come down to the pavements of bright pearl.
Tony, let me go, please.
What's wrong?
Are you cold?
Oh, it's as cold as the sea.
It only takes a second, Simone.
Trust me.
Tony I'm Helen!
Helen!
Ssh, ssh.
Don't struggle.
This isn't death,
this is freedom.
You're going to where you belong.
Helen.
Grabbing Helen on the stairs.
I just wanted to make sure she was okay.
I didn't want Michaelson spoiling her.
And then she fell.
It was awful,
to see perfection,
damaged.
Because she is perfect.
Like Simone.
Your sister.
I never had a sister.
Simone was our little mermaid.
Well what about Paula Tait?
Who?
The girl in Boxborough.
Was that her name?
I never knew.
Yes,
she was a mermaid too.
Did you kill Paula Tait?
No,
I didn't kill her.
I released her.
So she could swim forever.
Water is the only true element
for the pure and beautiful.
You do understand that?
Inspector Frost.
Mr. Marsh.
Anthony Jarvis, murder suspect?
He's in there.
I'm afraid he asked to start without you.
And, well,
thank you for all your help, Lindsay.
It's a pleasure sir.
Do I take these clothes off now, sir?
Do what?
Back into uniform?
Yes, I see...
yes, yes, all right.
Jack,
congratulations.
Can I buy you a drink?
No thanks, no.
Maybe PC Hunter would like one though.
Any news on the armed robbery?
No.
It's five days now, Guv.
I think we have to be realistic.
Do we?
I'll get them if it takes five years.