Inspector Lewis (2006) s07e02 Episode Script

1
If you look in the centre of the
bruising you'll see a tiny hole,
which may seem familiar. Same as
the one on Reuben Beatty's arm.
Someone just banged into her.
Next thing she's on the ground.
This figure in a hoodie ran off,
got away.
Man or woman?
No idea.
Quick on their feet, I'll give them
that.
Injected. Same drug. Etorphine.
I heard you were with her when she
died.
That's rough. I'm sorry.
Yeah.
Etorphine. We've had a result from
our inquiries.
Garsington Equine Centre reported a
theft.
Sleepless night?
I should have stayed with her.
When she told me about Crane,
she was scared for her life.
Well, don't give yourself a hard
time, James.
Professor Crane's her boss.
He got her into it.
Let's hear what he's got to say about
it.
Detective Inspector Lewis? Yeah.
Lucy Soper.
This is exciting.
Do you like horses, Inspector?
When I bet on a winner, yeah.
It's my passion.
I eat, breathe and sleep horses.
You should come for a trek.
The old plodders are quite safe.
Never underestimate a plodder.
I'm sorry to have to bring you in at
what must be a very difficult time
for you.
Don't be. You've an investigation to
conduct.
But if you're going to ask me the
same questions about Vicki
that you asked about Reuben, then
I'm going to give you the same
answer.
I have no idea why anybody would
want either of them dead.
Could it have something to do with
the work you've been offered?
Work? For the military.
I understand you've been offered a
great deal of money to undertake it.
And Reuben was jeopardising that by
threatening to go public about it.
That would give you motive for
Reuben's murder and probable cause
for Vicki's.
Who told you this?
Did Vicki come to see you after
Reuben was killed?
Did she ask you if you'd killed him
or knew anything about his death?
I have no idea what you're talking
about.
Where were you between four and five
yesterday afternoon?
That's easy,
I was doing my daily jog.
And if you want to check that, you
can ask the man at the juice bar in
the market.
I always buy a drink there.
You said on the phone that a small
amount of Etorphine had disappeared
from your stock.
0.25 milligrams to be exact.
I had no idea it was missing till
your lot asked us to check.
We only use it in emergencies, until
the vet can get here.
Whereabouts is it stored?
All our pharmaceuticals are kept in
the dispensary. I'll show you.
I've no idea who might have taken
it.
Has someone abducted a horse or
something?
Were you approached by the military
to design a trial for them?
No, but I do find the idea
intriguing, I must say.
What sort of trial?
Have you signed the Official Secrets
Act?
Let me tell you about Reuben and
Vicki.
Reuben was the clear-headed one.
He was driven. You know, detached.
My protege, in fact.
He set up shop as a clairvoyant.
He didn't tell you, your protege?
He branched out with Vicki.
That must have stung.
Now, Vicki, the total opposite.
She's brilliant but excitable,
the type of person who may well
submit to hysterical conspiracy
theories
to justify the object of her
affection's death.
Are you claiming that you didn't
approach Vicki to assist you in the
trial instead of Reuben?
Had there been any sort of trial,
I assure you I would have favoured
Reuben over Vicki.
This cupboard is always locked and I
keep the keys in the office.
I'm the only one who could
administer it and always with
an antidote to hand.
An accidental injection can be fatal
for a horse.
For a human being, too.
Gosh, yes.
You're not telling me it's been used
to kill someone?
Two people, in fact.
That's awful.
How many people have access
to the office, Lucy?
Lots of people.
And how often do you do a stock take?
We do one annually.
In fact, we're probably due for one
round about now. Thanks for the
reminder.
I'm going to need a list of all your
staff and paying customers.
I understand your position. You have
a great deal to protect, a great
deal to be frightened of.
Nothing to be afraid of because I'm
telling the truth.
Reuben Beatty was drugged.
And then kept alive knowing
that he faced certain death.
Tortured.
Terrorised for information maybe.
Doesn't that bother you, Professor?
It takes a lot of effort to keep
your hands still, doesn't it?
I was watching you
earlier through the mirror.
Ah, studying the lab rat, eh?
I'm trapped.
I'm used to sitting where you're
sitting.
Deconstructing people.
Helping them cope with the truth.
Or, failing that, working out why
they're in denial.
Denial of what?
That they aren't part of something
greater than themselves.
That this is it.
You know, we're no different,
you and I.
Mm? Here you are,
trying to break me down.
Except your subjects aren't
criminals or liars.
You've no real evidence. You've no
reason to keep me here.
It's quite in keeping
with the blindness of your faith.
My little test.
Those who don't believe in God
readily admit it.
I'm keeping you here because I think
Vicki was telling the truth.
And you're not.
Then talk to me when you have some
proof.
You can tell how busy we've been.
And this is without the drop-ins and
the holiday-makers.
Thanks.
When was the last time you used
Etorphine?
Less than a year ago.
It was awful.
A dressage horse slipped
and broke its leg during training
for a national competition.
It hit the ground and rolled onto
its rider, a teenage boy.
He was crushed from the waist down.
His mother was running the session.
A championship rider herself and
ambitious for her children to follow
in her footsteps.
We suspected she'd been pushing
the horse and son too hard.
"Into my heart, an air that kills
From yon far country blows.
What are those blue remembered
hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again."
So what happened to the boy?
He's been more or less confined
to a wheelchair ever since.
The horse had to be put down.
Not a good day.
Everyone was screaming and
panicking.
So amid all this chaos, your
stockroom could have been left
unlocked for a time?
Yes, I suppose.
Staff.
Customers.
Vol
Vollies?
Volunteers.
Can't get enough of them.
Justine Skinner.
Thanks, Lucy.
Crane's alibi checks out, sir.
What about this work Vicki said he'd
taken on, this contract?
He's holding out on us. He says it's
some hysterical fabrication on
Vicki's part.
Can't rule that out.
Well, whether she was right or
wrong, he was spooked by something.
Unless he was just grieving.
How did you get on?
0.25 milligrams of Etorphine stolen
from Garsington sometime in the last
year.
And guess who volunteers there?
Justine Skinner the cat killer.
You're saying Justine Skinner killed
Reuben?
Well, she was in his office.
Yeah, but she was right here in
custody when Vicki Walmsley died.
Maybe she had an accomplice. Maybe
one of her clients proved malleable
to suggestion.
Mm. Whatever, she's our only link
between Reuben and the Etorphine.
So we'd better keep an eye on her.
What do you want?
If you were kosher, darling, you'd
know.
We've got Vicki here jogging.
That's where I called her name.
There, see? She's on the ground.
Whoever did it's gone.
Stop it there.
Can you wind that back?
Just stop it there.
Can you blow that bit up?
Anyone make out if they're male or
female?
Someone's just called asking
to speak to you in connection
with the Beatty murder.
Did they have a name? Joshua Grace.
He says he's Polly Beatty's brother.
Joshua?
Detective Inspector Lewis.
This is my colleague Detective
Sergeant Hathaway.
Is it Joshua or Josh?
Josh.
Um
Don't be nervous.
Anything you tell us here is just
between us, OK?
What do you want to tell us, Josh?
You know the day Reuben was
murdered?
In that office?
Yeah.
Well, I It's OK. Take your time.
Mum went there. Where?
To Reuben's office in Oriel Street
that day.
I know cos I was in the car.
What time was this?
After school, about half three.
I didn't think anything of it.
She's always running errands.
But then Polly told me where
Reuben's office was and
How did your mother and Reuben get
on?
Mum likes to get her own way.
If she wants her daughter to get a
First in psychology
or her son to be a championship
rider,
you don't really have much say.
Look what I had to do to get out of
it.
Did this happen at Garsington?
I don't think Mum killed him or
anything.
But she might know something.
Get over to their house and talk to
the mother.
If she doesn't admit she was in
Reuben's office that day, take her
fingerprints.
We'll compare them with the
unidentified ones SOCO found.
Hello, Polly.
Have you found out who did it?
Not yet. Is your mum in?
This is Detective Sergeant Hathaway.
He's investigating Reuben's murder.
Do sit down.
I hope you've got some news for us.
I think it might be better if I
spoke with your mother alone.
If this is about Reuben, I've every
right to stay.
Darling, why don't you go and check
on Sarah?
Mrs Grace Jane, please.
Did you know that Reuben was renting
an office on Oriel Street?
Yes.
That's where he was killed, right?
Did you know before?
No, of course not.
We have evidence that suggests you
did and that you visited him the day
he was killed.
What?
I'd advise you that withholding
information in a murder inquiry is a
very serious of fence.
Mum.
Yes.
I did know. About the office.
What?
He was never at home. I presumed he
was having an affair.
I followed him one day from the
department.
You spied on him?
Someone had to make you see sense.
I knew you'd just keep making
excuses for him. You just wanted to
get rid of him.
I thought if I could give you a
reason
So why didn't you, Mum?
Believe me, I wanted to.
Why didn't you tell me?
I never found him with another
woman, all right?
Why did you go to Reuben's office
the day he was murdered?
Jane
To talk to him.
To confront him.
He told me he was doing some
counselling on the side.
Asked me not to tell Polly.
I said I didn't trust him.
And I offered him money.
To divorce her.
You did what?
He said he didn't care whether I
trusted him or not.
He told me he loved Polly.
He was hoping to surprise her with
a deposit for a proper family home.
For her and Sarah.
I didn't tell you before because
the next thing Reuben was dead.
I knew how it would look.
This is a serious of fence. You were
the last person to see Reuben alive
and you didn't come forward.
I didn't kill him.
Joshua told you, didn't he?
You all right?
Yeah.
In a way, Mum's done me a favour.
At least now I know he did love me.
I can't shake the idea of him and
Vicki having an affair.
They weren't.
Maybe I should talk to her.
You can't. She was murdered
yesterday.
You being convinced that they were
having an affair gives you a motive.
You can't think I killed them?
No, no, I was angry with both of
them, yes, but only because I didn't
want to lose him
I love him more than anything.
I could never He's the father of
my child.
Have you told us everything you
know?
Yes.
Except
Yeah?
Justine's not picking up, so I'm
going round there.
I want to know what happened to that
Etorphine from the Garsington riding
school.
What did Josh's mother have to say?
Admits going to see Reuben, denies
killing him.
She had motive, she had opportunity,
but no reason to kill Vicki.
I'll call you back.
I was looking for answers. I
couldn't make any sense of it.
I'm going to need to take this.
Oh, God, no.
Justine?
Justine, who did this to you?
Frank McLean.
Frank McLean, the guy she reckons
killed Reuben.
As a result of some message from
beyond the grave?
Yeah. But she did warn us that there
was a woman in trouble.
Who, Vicki Walmsley or herself?
Well, the afterlife's obviously a bit
vague on the specifics.
So we've certainly got enough to go
after McLean for assault.
Well, that's not all we've got, sir.
What the hell does all this mean?
Well, according to Vicki, Reuben did
psychic hearings on Tuesdays and
Wednesdays.
So these are his clients' initials
and the order of the appointments.
How many times did Justine visit
him?
Just the one.
And he died on a Tuesday. Mm.
He's booked up for most of the next
few weeks.
There should be a JS in here
somewhere.
Clients became regulars. He must
have been good.
I never realised so many people fell
for this kind of thing.
Grief makes people irrational.
Can't blame them for that, I suppose.
You can blame the parasites that
feed off them.
Yeah, it would come as a hell of a
blow to find out that this was some
sort of giant scam.
Maybe someone did.
There she is. Justine Skinner and
FM.
Frank McLean.
He was booked at three, says he left
early.
KD, SS. Susan Smith who found
Reuben's body.
Lewis.
Ah, right.
Thanks.
So KD was due in after she left.
We have McLean in custody.
Hello, Frank.
Would you please do me the courtesy
of explaining why I'm here?
Maybe you'd do me the courtesy of
explaining how you got those grazes
on your hand?
Justine Skinner is in hospital.
When you left her for dead
Oh, please.
She blacked out.
If she hadn't been able to reach her
phone An hour later.
She'd probably still be lying there
now.
Well, I am sorry about that but it's
nothing to do with me.
I got you so wrong.
I thought, here's a man that wouldn't
kill somebody
when he can break them down with
words.
Never had you down as a coward who
would beat up a defenceless woman.
When I saw you, I thought,
now here's a man that won't
present any great challenge
with his simple questions
and his dumb open face.
And I wanted to find out who'd
incriminated me, so I fired some
names.
And you reacted to Justine Skinner.
I cold-read you in a heartbeat.
You shouldn't be so lax, Inspector.
A psychic and his colleague have
been murdered
and now another psychic has been
viciously attacked.
Forensics are crawling over her home
as we speak.
I only meant to scare her.
She's a vulnerable woman. You
violated the sanctuary of her home.
She set me up.
She said she'd seen a vision of me
in that dead bloke's office.
All because I wrote in my blog that
she was a disturbed cat-murdering
spinster.
So I confronted her and she came at
me,
and I pushed her away.
And that was all.
Can you read my face now, Frank?
I've never known a man of so much
arrogance and self-belief.
Not any more. He's a mess.
What you said before about what if
Reuben's clients found out he was a
phoney,
that whatever got them through their
pain was a lie
Well, I imagine they'd feel broken.
Wouldn't Professor Crane's subjects
feel the same?
Crane says that he wants to work out
why people believe in the paranormal
but he's also desperate to prove
that any faith, including religion,
is pernicious,
because it affects people's ability
to think rationally.
He wants to push subjects
to the limits of their beliefs
and maybe he pushed one of them
too far.
Vicki and Reuben conducted his
experiments.
Maybe one of their subjects wanted
revenge.
Who was that?
Ma'am?
Professor Crane is out of bounds.
What? Crane is out of bounds.
Says who?
It doesn't matter who.
But, ma'am, we need to get into his
research files.
You think he's involved?
Well, we haven't ruled out the idea
that he might have killed Reuben and
Vicki
to protect some potentially lucrative
source of income.
But there's also a second line of
inquiry we'd like to pursue with him.
In that case I'll rephrase,
Professor Crane is going to be out
of bounds.
As of when? First thing tomorrow
morning.
And you really can't tell us why or
who gave you the instruction?
You've got 10 hours. I wouldn't
waste your time trying to get
anything out of me.
This is borderline harassment.
Your alibi checks out.
Then what are you doing here?
Why are you so jumpy, Professor?
Is it because your colleagues have
been murdered and you don't want to
be next?
Don't you care what happened to
Reuben and Vicki?
What good would that do?
She was running for her life.
Didn't know if she was safe at home,
in the lab, in a crowd.
I'm not big on sentiment.
They weren't like children to me but
I was very fond of them.
And I am so bitterly sorry that
I ever got them involved in this
sleep-deprivation experiment.
But please, I cannot disclose any
details about my employers.
That's not why we're here.
How do you select subjects for your
experiments?
We mainly use adverts in the local
press or Oxford journals or the
department's website.
Is there a specific type of
individual you look for?
It varies from one experiment to the
next.
But why are you now interested in
the subjects?
We think it's possible one of them
killed your students.
We're looking for someone with the
initials KD.
Right, well, the details will be in
here somewhere.
So how does this work? People tell
you what they believe and you
disprove it?
Yeah, we question it. We counter
their beliefs with logic.
We try and understand why they hold
on to such views despite all the
evidence to the contrary.
They come to us voluntarily.
They know exactly what to expect.
And if we break them down,
their conviction must have been
shaky in the first place.
Of course, it has nothing
to do with you browbeating
them into submission.
This last list of volunteers is three
months ago. There's no-one with the
initials KD.
The last investigation was a few
weeks ago.
Um, Vicki led it.
Um, under my supervision.
And Reuben assisted. Here it is.
An Investigation Into The Mechanism
Upholding Spiritual Conviction.
Sir.
What is it?
I think I know who killed Vicki and
Reuben.
Kneel down, now. Down! Down!
What's going on? Kanan Dutta,
I'm arresting you on suspicion of the
murders of Reuben Beatty and Vicki
Walmsley.
Who else is in the house?
No-one. My wife goes swimming at
this time.
Right, get him down the station.
But I haven't done anything wrong.
Search the place thoroughly. Any
evidence of Etorphine
I'm placing a photograph of Reuben
Beatty
in front of Kanan Dutta.
Do you recognise this man?
in front of Kanan Dutta.
Do you recognise this man?
Yes. From the news.
Reuben Beatty was sedated with
barbiturates.
And then fatally injected with
Etorphine.
You came to see me about it, likened
it to euthanasia.
Though to me it sounded more like
torture.
You're familiar with barbiturates,
Mr Dutta?
I give Katherine, my wife,
a barbiturate-based pharmaceutical
to help her sleep.
But you also had access to Etorphine.
Didn't you? When you and Katherine
worked as conservationists in Angola.
Yes, but I don't now why I'm here.
Why do you think I did this?
Did you volunteer for an experiment
at the Department of Psychology three
weeks ago?
To examine the resilience of
spiritual belief
when challenged by a sustained attack
of logic and reason.
Yes, why?
I'm placing a second photograph
in front of Kanan Dutta.
Do you recognise this woman?
I'm not sure.
Vicki Walmsley led the experiment,
assisted by Reuben Beatty.
Sat opposite you, persistently
challenged your spiritual beliefs.
That can't have been easy.
Professor Andrew Crane
oversees the experiments for the
university's Department of
Psychology.
You just said you volunteered,
Mr Dutta.
And yet you don't seem sure that you
met any of the people involved.
Reuben Beatty was also a practising
psychic under the name of Randolph
James.
His appointment book tells us that
you visited him regularly for the
past three months.
Your last appointment was on the day
he was murdered.
So why are you pretending you never
met him?
I was ashamed.
When Jo died,
I wanted to stay strong for my wife.
But the grief was eating me away.
So you went to see a psychic.
Yes.
And he brought her back.
Just like she used to be.
Found anything?
The wife's name is Katherine Dutta
with a K.
Dutta's covering for her.
She was at the lab.
She was a volunteer for Crane's
experiment.
And that's where she saw Reuben.
And Vicki.
And Crane.
We just found the Etorphine.
Get over to his place.
Katherine with a K.
The initials in Reuben's appointments
book are KD.
Where is she?
Where's your wife, Mr Dutta?
Let me speak to her.
She isn't home yet.
A man's life could be at stake.
Stop trying to protect her!
She lost her daughter. You have no
idea how close they were.
When Jo died, Katherine looked for
her everywhere.
Wanted to talk to her.
She said the psychic helped.
She wasn't living in the real world.
All that seemed to matter to her
were those sessions
with Randolph James.
I was losing her.
To our dead daughter.
I signed up for the experiment to
prove to myself that Jo was gone.
But I wasn't the one that needed
convincing.
So I sent Katherine in my place.
And in Crane's lab, she saw her
psychic.
He wasn't called Randolph. It was
Reuben.
A postgraduate. Cold, detached,
self-absorbed.
She hasn't been right since.
Whatever she's done,
it's down to me.
Any sign of Crane? Not here.
The neighbour saw him set off for a
run about 15 minutes ago.
Oh, he could be anywhere.
Said he always stops in at the
market when he goes for a jog.
Meet me down there.
You seen a short guy, Oxford
professor, comes in here and has a
drink every day?
See anything?
Nothing.
Professor Crane! Professor!
Look out!
Are you all right?
Hathaway, man, talk to me.
Please!
She got the brace.
Oh, God.
Where did you get the Etorphine?
Katherine?
We used it on elephants in Angola.
I smuggled it in.
Ready for when Jo died, so I could
join her.
But I was too scared.
In case Jo wasn't there and it all
just went black.
Is that when you went to see a
psychic?
I must have been a walkover.
Because I couldn't stop talking
about her.
But it didn't matter.
He was good.
It was like she was in the room.
He told me she was healthy.
Having fun.
Missing me.
Kanan wanted me to do the spiritual
conviction experiment.
I thought I could stay strong.
But it was in a sterile lab and this
girl was grilling me.
Mocking me.
While her boss looked on.
Observing me like a rabbit in a
cage.
They were wiping Jo out.
All I wanted to do was get out of
there, see my psychic.
And then I did see him.
My psychic.
In that lab.
Randolph James.
The man who brought Jo back to me.
Did he see you?
He didn't look at anyone.
He was lining people up to be passed
on to the professor.
Why did you sedate Reuben before
you killed him, Katherine?
He was happy enough to speak for Jo.
I wanted him to know what it felt
like to be her.
And Vicki?
She was just a young girl doing her
job.
She had no belief to take.
So I took her life instead.
The World represents the ending of
one cycle of life before the next
begins.
It teaches us that true happiness
lies in giving ourselves back to the
world.
Taking what we've learned and moving
forward.
But the emphasis is on moving
forward.
Does that make sense?
Yes. I'm looking for a new house for
us two.
And my brother.
Great about your neck, eh?
Yeah. Who'd have thought
rugby-tackling a syringe-wielding
murderer
would be such good physio?
An inch and a half of foam away from
certain death.
Just think, if you hadn't made it,
I might have had to go and see
a psychic.
Would have been a very one-sided
conversation.
You say that now.
You'd miss me if you were gone.
So, you don't think Justine was the
real thing?
She knew Reuben had been killed
before we told her.
It's strange she didn't tell us
something we didn't already know.
Strange how the higher powers are so
ambivalent, eh?
Come on. Let's get back.
I don't think I want to.
I used to feel like that.
What happened?
The next case
Can we just sit here for a minute?
Of course we can.