Inspector Lewis (2006) s08e05 Episode Script

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(thunder)
(woman wailing)
(birds chirping)
(keys jingling)
(buzzer)
(metal detector humming)
(Wagner's Lohengrin Prelude from Act 3 playing)
Cheers.
MAN:
Should you misplace
or lose any item
within the secure area
WOMAN:
it must be reported to
a member of staff immediately.
Yes, I know.
I have been here
once or twice before.
Just doing my job, doctor.
How was his weekend?
Good.
He was out in the allotment
yesterday, as you suggested.
Very good.
Sleeping?
Any improvements?
Better.
(music blaring)
Lawrie,
you have a visitor.
Dr. Sally Rook.
Feeding time at the zoo then, is it?
Still as keen on the Old
Sorcerer as ever then, Graham?
According to this,
quality time should be measured
not in minutes,
but in moments.
So an hour here is equivalent
to a fortnight in Rimini?
Well, I wouldn't say that.
But it'll do for starters.
(phone ringing)
Oh, I'd better get that, sorry.
Hello?
Yeah.
Yeah, I can be there
in about half an hour.
Okay, see you.
Innocent.
I've got to go, sorry.
Don't be daft.
You'd better get going,
I'll deal with this.
It was a nice moment while it lasted.
What sort of new evidence?
Cross-contamination of DNA
in the forensics lab.
It's not looking good.
You're not serious?
Graham Lawrie
is a certified psychopath.
And one who
for the past 13 years
has consistently protested
his innocence.
Well, with respect, he's guilty.
We found his DNA
at the crime scene.
Heston Forensics
have already been implicated
in two other appeals.
Both convictions
were overturned.
He killed three of our own!
Bashed their heads in with a hammer!
I don't like this
any more than you do, Robbie.
Well, when's this appeal being heard?
Day after tomorrow.
It might come to nothing.
Well, I hope you're right.
If Nietzsche is right
and God is dead,
then it's up to us
to shape our own morality.
Can we accept
this challenge?
If we don't, we've just failed Nietzsche's
only real test of being human.
Thank you, Luke.
(door opens)
Hello.
Are you okay?
So there's been a big increase
in traffic on the site
since the appeal started.
Trolling and hate mail as usual?
No, not all of it.
Lots of supportive messages.
We're really getting somewhere this time.
I think there's a good chance.
I'm not free yet.
Soon.
No.
Did you bring the book?
Yes, of course.
Oh, thank you.
I really do appreciate
everything you've done, Pamela.
Really.
Oh, Jean Innocent's right.
This isn't looking great.
Why?
"They consistently failed
to follow basic
laboratory procedures."
(sighs)
He's tried every legal trick
in the book over the years.
None of them have worked.
That's pretty much
what Jean said.
Yeah, well, she's right.
Look, I know how difficult it was for you.
For everyone.
I was there.
Three funerals in one month.
It was a bad job.
We should have
caught him sooner.
You are going to have to let it go.
Graham Lawrie is securely locked up,
and that's where he's going to stay.
Nah.
If he gets out, it's down to me.
The case against him
should have been stronger.
Everybody knows it.
As requested, one packet
of pork scratchings.
Thank you.
Well, you know what they say.
"You can take the girl
out of Leeds"
There's nothing wrong
with them!
There's nothing right with them.
They're very good.
I will take your word for it.
So how are you enjoying life
amongst the dreaming spires?
Hmm, yeah.
I mean, obviously
the locals are a bit odd.
They grow on you.
No, it's fine actually.
Tony's working all the hours
down at the pumping
station,
but I think we're beginning to settle in.
How is he?
Why don't you ask
him yourself?
All right, mate.
Hiya, how are you doing?
Good.
Hiya.
James was just asking
how you're enjoying Oxford.
Apart from the cyclists, you mean?
Had a bit of a prang this morning.
It's like the Tour de France out there.
It's all part of the charm.
You've just got o get used to it.
(laughs)
I lived in Cowley
till I was ten,
so I know the place
pretty well.
Better than this one,
anyway.
Bit of a homecoming then?
Oh, yes,
something like that.
Right,
what are you drinking?
Oh, pint, please.
Same again.
How can you have it
like that?
It's the only way
to have it.
God, I'm looking forward
to getting home,
bath and feet up.
What you up to tonight?
Meant to be going for
a curry with the missus.
DISPATCH OPERATOR:
Oscar Mike Three,
are you receiving?
Oscar Mike Three
receiving, over.
Just received a report
of a potential jumper
at St. Saviour's Tower, over.
Seems like the curry
will have to wait.
Come on.
(siren blaring)
I've got it.
Be back in five.
Oh, Mark, you're a star.
Thank you!
The tower isn't open
to the public.
All the same,
I'd like to check it out
just to be sure.
Be my guest,
but I'm not going up there.
I've got bad knees.
Through the cloister.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
My name's Mark.
I'm a police officer.
You're not in trouble.
I just want to talk to you.
(loud thud)
Had he received
any threats?
Not that I know of.
Did he mention anyone
with a grudge,
anything like that?
No, nothing.
He offered to go up there
on his own.
I had no idea.
I should have gone
with him.
(crying)
I'm sorry.
Well, you don't have to be
Houdini to pick the lock.
Anything?
No, not really.
She's pretty shaken up.
Just that the call was for
a suspected suicide attempt.
It's exam season.
Right, let's do this.
(sobbing)
(shutter clicks)
Hey, Laura.
Oh.
Attacked from behind,
heavy force
to the back of the head.
He wouldn't have stood
a chance.
Anybody informed
the family?
Wife's a paramedic.
Six-month-old baby.
Murdered trying
to save a life.
LAWRIE:
Charity is the prerogative
of the weak.
The weak have taken power.
That is the tragedy.
Strong men are being oppressed.
Men of will-- masters.
Are you a master, Wilkins?
Or are you a slave?
I don't know.
Society doesn't produce
many exceptional individuals.
But those that are,
they can change the world.
Perforating fracture
with one heavy strike.
The weapon passed through
both tables of the skull,
leaving a more or less
clean opening.
Any thoughts on the weapon?
Heavy,
with a sharp point.
What, like a pick-axe
or something?
Yeah, or
a roof slater's hammer.
I've been digging around
in the archive overnight,
and a bit before your time,
but back in 2001, I worked
on the Graham Lawrie murders.
He killed three policeman.
I remember.
His first victim,
PC Neal Chadwick,
killed by a blow
to the back of the head
with a heavy pointed object.
The weapon
was never found.
The puncture wound
through the skull
left a striation mark.
A signature ragged edge.
See?
Thing is, I found exactly
the same marks from last night.
Oh, God.
I think you need
to talk to Robbie.
VOICE:
Hello, yes,
I've just seen someone
at the top
of St. Saviour's Tower.
I think they're threatening
to jump off.
DISPATCH OPERATOR:
Right, and are you
with them now?
VOICE:
Sorry, you're breaking up
there.
DISPATCH OPERATOR:
Can I just take your name?
That's it.
The phone's been switched off
ever since.
Just like in 2001.
Three police officers,
Neal Chadwick, Jimmy Alderman
and Martin Wong.
All killed
by Graham Lawrie,
currently a patient
in Thamesmarsh.
At the time, he was working
as a roofer at St. Saviour's.
And obviously,
he hated the police.
Each of the officers
was lured with a 999 call
and then hit on the head
with a hammer.
And now Constable Mark Travis,
killed in the same way
and at the same spot
as Chadwick.
Obviously, there are
uncomfortable echoes here.
Echoes?
He's clearly involved.
He must have an accomplice
on the outside,
someone he's passing
instructions to.
Or someone trying
to make it look that way.
MADDOX:
Why wait until now?
He's been inside for 13 years.
His appeal starts tomorrow.
Obviously
he'll do anything
to discredit
the original conviction.
It goes without saying that
the death of PC Travis
is a shocking tragedy.
Anyone who feels the need
to take some personal time,
my door is always open.
A book of condolence
has been opened.
Those of you who want
to contribute to that,
please do so.
I want updates
on Travis's family,
friends and colleagues.
A background check,
social media check
for any threats
and his arrest history.
We're also asking everyone
to be on alert.
Travel everywhere
in pairs,
let other officers know
where you are
when responding
to a call, all right?
Thank you.
INNOCENT:
Robbie.
Can I have a word?
So what am I meant to do,
just sit on my hands?
You can advise.
But this is Hathaway's case.
You need to step back
and let him get on with it.
Look, I know Graham Lawrie
better than anyone.
I was there.
I arrested him!
I know how personal
this is for you,
but that's the problem.
I need open minds on this case,
and you don't have one.
I've got the press
all over it like a rash.
The reputation of the whole
force is on the line.
So I'm not to be trusted,
is that it?
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
I trust your judgment
more than I trust my own.
But you need to trust
Hathaway.
Hoax call.
Same M.O.
So you think there's something
in what Lewis was saying?
Well, it's one theory.
And the other?
Well, if the original weapon's
been used again,
either he gave it
to somebody, or
Or he wasn't the killer
in the first place.
We have to consider it.
Now, can you dig up everything
we've got on the original case?
Who goes to see Lawrie,
does he write to anyone?
Yeah, I've checked already.
Access to him
is strictly controlled
by his doctor, Sally Rook.
She diagnosed him
in the trial.
On the outside,
Lawrie is a perfect mimic
of a normal human being.
Sincere, intelligent
and even charming.
And on the inside?
All is chaos.
A fundamental lack of internal
personality structure.
He's a perfect psychopath.
You sound like
you admire him.
From a research point of view,
I do.
We need to establish
who has access to him,
any visitors he's had,
any correspondence
he may have received.
Of course.
And I'm going to need
to speak to him myself.
I don't see how
that will help you.
How's that?
He enjoys lying.
It gives him power.
Then he likes to tease the lie
right under your nose.
Now, that's the list
of visitors
for the past 12 months.
Lots of letters arrive.
Oh, he doesn't get
to read them,
and, uh
he's not much
of a writer.
Just three visitors?
He's not much
of a people person either.
I think there's one missing.
I don't think so.
Well, I assume you need
to be on here?
Ah, I see.
Yes, of course.
Where were you
at 7:00 p.m. yesterday?
I was still here, working.
You can check.
But then again,
everyone I work with is a liar.
Katherine Warwick's
his solicitor, right?
MADDOX:
Uh-huh.
HATHAWAY:
And what about Pamela Carson?
MADDOX:
Bookbinder at the Bodleian.
She's leading a campaign
for Lawrie.
He claims he's a victim
of a miscarriage of justice.
HATHAWAY:
Well, there's always one,
isn't there?
MADDOX:
Mmm.
HATHAWAY:
And Brendan Ward?
MADDOX:
Is a philosophy fellow
here at Ripley.
What does he want
with Lawrie?
Nietzsche was outlining
what it takes
to be a genius, Luke.
He isn't proposing
a psychopath's charter.
But what's the point
of his philosophy
if we never put it
into practice?
(knocking)
(door opens)
Dr. Ward.
D.S. Maddox.
HATHAWAY:
So you're a regular visitor?
Yes.
It's not a crime, is it?
How long have you been going
to see him?
I first met him
about ten years ago,
after I read that book
about him.
Is that Ringstead, Dorset?
Yes, I grew up near there.
Weymouth.
Yeah, I've been there.
It's beautiful.
Why are you so interested
in him?
He's been the victim of the most
awful misunderstanding.
And tomorrow, the Court
of Appeal will confirm that.
I see you share
the same taste in philosophy.
I've learned a lot
since I've known Graham.
You should try reading it.
Dr. Rook asked me to go
and talk to Lawrie.
About what?
He thinks he has a passion
for Nietzsche.
She wanted me
to encourage it.
And you didn't think
that was strange?
I considered it
a thought experiment.
I was open to it.
Besides, Sally has a strangely
benevolent attitude to Lawrie.
She likes to indulge
his interests.
And how was he?
Like every other bad boy
who thinks they understand
Nietzsche,
he has a pretty superficial
reading of his work.
Tends to pick and choose
what suits him--
the will to power,
the Übermensch.
Everything the Nazis admired.
Interesting chap though,
if you can put aside
what he's done, of course.
He didn't do that, did he?
What?
Uh, no, no.
Gym accident,
I'm embarrassed to say.
Bloody rowing machine.
Let me give you this
just in case you remember
anything else.
As much as I'd like
to have control
over the entire
judicial system,
whether his conviction
is quashed
is a matter for the judges,
not me.
The timing
of last night's murder
is pretty convenient
for your case though, isn't it?
I find what you're inferring
offensive.
Of course it throws uncertainty
on the original verdict,
but it's not evidence.
And that'll stop you using it,
will it?
Spare me the lecture, please.
The investigation was flawed.
The repercussions
will be felt
throughout
the Oxfordshire force.
The DNA is severely
compromised.
It could be that the wrong man
has been put away
for the past 13 years
and the real killer
is still out there.
Good to see you,
Mr. Hathaway.
You told me to dig up
everything.
No, it's good.
I could have just done
with a heads-up, that's all.
Sorry.
The statement wasn't disclosed
in the original trial.
Do we know why?
Just got lost in the system,
I guess.
It ended up getting archived
in unused materials.
So in 2001, Lawrie had an alibi
for PC Neal Chadwick's murder,
and we lost it.
Can I have a word?
Well, this was front page news
for weeks.
We took dozens of statements,
worked our way through them.
No you didn't,
not all of them.
So one slipped through.
George Bernard.
I know this bloke.
He'd give anybody an alibi
for a bottle of vodka.
That doesn't matter.
We still have
to disclose it.
Can you imagine
the pressure we were under
at the time, James?
Fellow officers,
friends, family men,
people with futures
just hacked down
while doing their duty.
And now Lawrie's doing it
all over again,
only this time he's got help.
He's laughing at us
while you waste your time
chasing up old statements.
I agree with
the accomplice theory.
Do you?
What, by holding this
under my nose
because some poor overworked
disclosure officer
didn't dot an "i"
or cross a "t"?
That's not failing to dot an i
and cross a t, that's an alibi!
You're playing right
into Lawrie's hands!
His legal team will have
a field day with it.
Yeah, and why shouldn't they
if he's innocent?
I didn't put away the wrong man!
(phone beeps)
What the hell?
"Be seeing you, Lawrie."
What's he doing
with a mobile phone?
How did he get your number?
Is it just the one night,
Mr. Blayne?
Oh, I hope I'll be here
and around a bit longer.
Thank you.
I'll take that
for you, sir.
This way.
I hate these places.
I think that's the idea.
Oh, can you get a copy
of Lawrie's visitor list
so we can compare it
to Rook's?
This is strange.
HATHAWAY:
What is?
Well, it says that
Brendan Ward's been here
17 times
in the last two months.
It's almost as many times
as what Rook's been
to see Lawrie.
That's not the impression
he gave me.
Well, maybe they had
a lot to talk about.
Do you mind organizing
the room search?
Then I can go and introduce
myself to Mr. Lawrie.
Yeah, yeah, no problem.
Just this way.
Fine, thank you.
There you go.
Thank you.
I heard about
that policeman.
Awful.
Is there anything you're able
to tell me about it?
I only know what they said
about it on the news.
It does sound very familiar,
though.
You're running this one,
aren't you?
What happened
to Robbie Lewis?
If there's
a connection to you,
you know we'll find it,
don't you?
Oh, you'll find a connection
whether one exists or not.
Isn't that how it works?
Next, you'll be telling me
I walked out of here
and did it.
You know who did it though,
don't you?
Course I do.
It's the same person
who murdered
the first three.
The guy Lewis should have caught
13 years ago.
Ma'am.
(rattling)
Well, look at that.
I had no idea.
How did you get DI Lewis's
phone number?
A journalist is quite
a handy contact to have.
Hugo Blayne.
What does the message mean?
I just wanted
to say hello.
Are you trying
to threaten him?
Not at all.
No hard feelings.
No feelings at all,
also Dr. Rook tells me.
Anyway, I'll get to say hello
in person soon enough, won't I?
You should get
onto the phone provider
to see what they
can give us.
And the pills?
A question for our
freedom-fighting bookbinder,
I think, don't you?
Thanks.
Anabolic steroids?
Graham is very vulnerable
in there.
He wanted something
to help.
Vulnerable, right.
You don't understand,
do you?
Graham is a kind
and gentle man.
He's in there,
surrounded by violent prisoners.
He doesn't belong there.
Graham is innocent.
MADDOX:
You're not, though.
Stop it!
Just stop it, Robbie.
What do you want?
Well, look, maybe you should
just take some time off.
Go away for the weekend.
Absolutely not.
No.
Lawrie's already claiming
victory.
When he sent that text,
I thought of you.
Yeah, I know you did.
And it matters to me
that you did.
But he's not an idiot.
He's not going to hurt
either of us.
Oh, isn't he?
You going mad
is what he wants,
so don't give him
the satisfaction.
So what am I
supposed to do?
James is dragging his feet
on the case.
That's not fair.
I have to do something.
RECEPTIONIST:
three two four.
MADDOX:
Thank you.
Hugo Blayne?
Have we met?
I'd like to talk to you
about Graham Lawrie.
Ah.
HUGO:
He contacted me, okay?
And you supplied him
with a phone
and the phone number
of a police officer.
(laughs nervously)
Uh, yes.
I sourced some numbers
as a trade,
but I don't know
how he got hold of the phone.
I don't want to know.
Yeah, you just wanted
the story.
When someone like Lawrie
asks you
to write his life story,
how he smuggled in the mobile
is not my most
pressing question.
Why did he pick you?
Ah, well, I covered
the original trial.
Got a book deal out of it.
I guess he must have
approved.
So you're going to do well
out of this, then?
There's huge public interest
in this,
like it or not.
So you writing his memoir
for him, how does that work?
He calls, I listen.
What does he say?
Well, he doesn't plead guilty,
if that's what you're thinking.
Sally Rook has him down
as a compulsive liar,
but I've always found him to be
remarkably consistent.
So not a lot of rewriting, then?
All I do is play back
the recording
and write it up.
You record the calls?
Yes.
Ah.
You're going to ask to hear
the recordings, aren't you?
Excuse me,
what are you doing?
I'm sorry,
I was hoping to speak to you.
But when I wasn't here,
you thought you'd
make yourself at home?
I'm so sorry,
I wasn't meaning to pry.
You're Brendan Ward's student,
aren't you?
Luke Burgess.
And what exactly are you
doing here, Mr. Burgess?
I'd like to speak to you
about Graham Lawrie.
Sir?
Sir, I've been listening
to the interviews
between Lawrie
and Hugo Blayne,
and they're mostly
self-obsessed ramblings.
Sounds like
a best seller.
Then I found something odd
during one of the calls.
They get interrupted
by Dr. Rook,
but Lawrie keeps
the call running.
It's one of her
therapy sessions.
ROOK:
But what if you had done it?
LAWRIE:
Then I would have
taken pleasure in it.
The irony of killing
the very person
who thinks they're trying
to help.
Just wait,
here it comes now.
LAWRIE:
The police only help
themselves.
Extinguishing a life
with one blow of my hammer.
So simple, so elegant.
If I'd done it, of course.
ROOK:
It's agitative therapy.
The idea is that it provokes
the inner truth of the patient.
It allows them to reveal what
drives their secret personality.
So you're telling me
it's not a confession?
Well, it may
or may not be.
That's your job
to decide.
I'm not interested
in his guilt necessarily,
but I am interested
in his thoughts.
And unless we've arrived
at 1984,
thoughts are not crimes.
Unless they're
instructions?
That session was private.
I had no idea
it was being recorded
or heard by anyone
outside the room.
And if you're suggesting
he had an accomplice,
I've told you
who had access to him.
You failed to mention
the journalist.
No, I wasn't aware of him.
Should I include your colleague
in the list
of visitors now?
What colleague?
Detective Inspector Lewis.
He's with Lawrie now.
Excuse me.
Robbie, you didn't need
to come all the way down here.
You could have called me.
But oh, they took
my phone away.
Yeah, this isn't
a social call.
You're going to tell me
who killed Police Constable
Mark Travis.
Are you getting me to do
your work for you now?
(laughs)
God, I'd be flattered
if you didn't look so desperate.
And who does your work
for you now outside?
Please
Pamela Carson?
Lovely woman.
Heart of gold.
Yeah, I suppose
she does have her uses.
Katherine Warwick?
Ah, now she is useful.
Razor sharp.
A brilliant lawyer.
Very good at turning up
lost evidence.
You could learn
a thing or two from her.
Brendan Ward?
What did you talk to him about?
You know, good and evil.
Right and wrong.
Just your average
sort of banter.
Interesting chap--
a bit bookish though.
I'm not really sure
he's got it in him.
PC Travis had
a six-month-old daughter.
And what about the family
I could have had?
My wife left me
after you put me in here
13 years ago.
I bet you've never given me
a second thought.
You killed three people.
You don't deserve
a second thought.
Oh, really?
Well, I tell you what:
when I'm freed later on today,
I'm going to make sure
you spend the rest of your life
thinking about me.
You aren't going anywhere.
How's Laura, by the way?
Really looking forward
to meeting her.
(door opens)
Oh!
Home time!
What are you doing?
Lawrie's toying with us.
Yeah, I get that,
I'm not stupid.
He hates the police,
he's trying to wind us up,
and all you're doing is
showing him that it's working.
So what am I
supposed to do?
Are you getting
anywhere at all?
Just let me handle the case.
I need your help,
but not like this, all right?
Sir, um, sorry to interrupt,
but we've got to go.
No, you go.
I've got work to do.
Right.
I'm sorry.
Are you okay, sir?
Yeah, fine.
Sure?
Yeah, I just want to pay
my respects.
Least I can do.
Hello, Robbie.
Hi, Grant, all right?
Are you ready?
How do I look?
I'm glad you changed
your mind.
His colleagues'll be pleased
to see you here.
It's a good turnout.
Mark Travis
was well liked.
LEWIS:
Who the hell let him in?
Robbie, don't.
This is a private event.
The family are here,
for God's sake.
I'm just observing.
We do still have a free press,
just about.
Everything okay?
Mr. Blayne
was just leaving.
Don't worry,
I'm going.
MADDOX:
He's such a creep.
He's been calling me.
Has he?
What about?
Just digging
for information.
I can handle him.
He makes my flesh crawl.
Still no love lost
between you two.
Well, the guy's
a vulture.
You should stop giving him
material, then.
(siren blaring)
JUDGE:
The taking of the life
of a police officer
still ranks as one of society's
most heinous crimes,
and rightly so.
Given the notoriety
of the crimes
and the nature
of the murders themselves,
this has been a draining
and emotional case
for everybody involved.
I would like to thank
all those involved
for their dedication
and professionalism
in what were sometimes
very difficult circumstances.
Regarding the murders
of PC Neal Chadwick,
PC Jimmy Alderman
and PC Martin Wong,
we have come to a decision
regarding the original
conviction of Mr. Graham Lawrie.
INNOCENT:
Now, the tankard will be
coming round shortly,
and I know I can rely on you all
to give generously.
I don't want to hear any coins
landing in there.
But I think I speak for Kelly
and baby Mia
when I say thank you
for your generosity.
I'm sure you'll agree
it's the very least we can offer
at this incredibly
difficult time.
Thank you.
(applause)
Nicely done.
(phone beeping)
What's up?
I've got to go.
Sorry.
Is everything all right?
Well, it's Tony's boss.
Apparently
Tony's had an accident.
Oh no, is he all right?
Yeah, apparently it's just
a bump on his head,
but he wants me to go
and pick him up.
Do you want me
to go with you?
Oh, no.
No, it's fine.
I feel bad
having to leave.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I won't be long.
We have considered
the arguments put forward.
In relation to the DNA evidence,
there are concerns
about the poor quality control
measures in place.
However, of greater concern
is the discovery of a statement
giving the appellant an alibi
for one of the murders.
Hathaway didn't want to come?
Said he had work to do.
That's as much as I got.
How are you two?
You tell me.
Tony?
Tony?
Tony?
Tony?
Hiya.
Is Lizzie about?
Did you miss each other?
How do you mean?
Well, she just left here
to see you.
Oh?
She didn't say anything.
We were supposed to meet here.
Aye, but then
your boss texted
about you bumping your head.
Bumping my head?
Tony?
Tony?
Tone?
(siren blaring)
Come on, Hathaway,
where the hell are you?
(phone ringing)
Lizzie?
Lizzie?
(sighs)
(reporters talking frantically)
(shutters clicking)
Thank you, thank you.
I will be making a full
statement in due course,
but for now, I'd just like
to say how grateful I am
that despite the best efforts
of the Oxfordshire Police,
true justice
has happened here today.
13 years is a lot of your life
to have taken away from you,
so if you'll excuse me,
I'd like to go and start
making up for lost time.
Thank you.
(reporters shouting)
LAWRIE:
All will be in the statement.
All the questions will be
answered in the statement.
Thank you, thank you.
(birds chirping)
She fought them off.
Her arms are
pretty bruised.
If the head injury
had been any deeper,
we'd be having
a different conversation.
She's a lucky girl.
What constitutes luck?
Tony.
Do you know
who did this?
We'll find them.
I hope so.
Or I will.
(press chatting)
(door opens)
REPORTER:
Dr. Sally Rook,
you treated him.
What's your view?
ROOK:
He has been my patient
ever since I gave evidence
at his trial,
and my view now
is the same as it was then.
Graham Lawrie
is a dangerous individual.
He's spent the past 13 years
in a Severe Personality
Disorder Unit for good reason.
LEWIS:
I felt so sorry for Tony.
I didn't know
what to say to him.
There's not a lot
you can say.
Did you not think
to go with her?
I offered.
She said no.
Do you not think
I wish I had gone?
Anyway, where were you?
HATHAWAY:
Working on the investigation.
How is that going?
Hey, I want a word with you!
All right,
Mr. Lawrie
I just want to look you
in the eye.
You're the man
who ruined my life.
This is not the time
or the place.
All right, all right.
INNOCENT:
It's not just Lawrie
we need to think about.
He didn't attack
Lizzie himself, did he?
How could I let that happen?
Nobody let that happen.
No, I should have gone with her.
Robbie, you saved Lizzie's life.
Five minutes later
and she would have bled out.
Look, I'm fire-fighting
all over the place at the moment
since the appeal yesterday.
Oh, well, that was a farce.
Yes, it was.
But you need to focus
on the present,
not wallow in the past.
I've got one officer dead,
another in intensive care.
I need my best team on this,
and that includes you.
I want you
on this case.
Is Hathaway okay with that?
Just checking, it is still me
who's Chief Super, yes?
Yes, ma'am.
Right, then.
Well, you two
need to stop squabbling,
pull your socks up
and work together.
First thing you need to do
is go and see Sally Rook.
She's been doing the rounds
with the press,
making a lot of noise.
Yeah, I heard her on the radio
this morning.
Then you'll have heard
what she was saying.
That Lawrie is as guilty
as you think he is.
I want him investigated.
There should be
a public inquiry.
I lost everything.
My marriage,
my whole life.
Lewis is responsible for that.
He should be made to answer
for what he's done.
If you want to lodge
a formal complaint,
I'll point you
in the right direction.
But I'm running
a murder inquiry
and my sergeant
was attacked last night.
No, no, don't try
and drag me into that.
Yesterday, three judges said
I was innocent.
No, they didn't.
They said the evidence
was compromised.
It's not the same thing.
What, mysteriously lost
witness statements?
Forensic cock-ups?
My God!
Even now, when you have
a murderer out there
knocking off the Oxfordshire
Police Force one by one,
you're in here
accusing me,
the one person you know
couldn't possibly have done it.
I'm not accusing you
of anything.
You people just won't
give it up, will you?
Well, neither will I.
I lost 13 years
of my life.
Lewis put away
the wrong man,
and I'm not ever going
to let him forget about it.
Don't make the same mistake
Lewis did.
He's just making
his presence felt.
Isn't he just.
Are you okay?
I will be,
once this is over.
The number that texted Lizzie
was another
unregistered mobile.
Hugo Blayne,
Hugo Blayne
I remember Lizzie said
he'd been hassling her.
Look, he's phoned her almost
a dozen times in the one day.
Are you okay
to go and see him?
I'm due at Ripley College
to talk to Dr. Rook.
Is that all right?
Thanks.
Right, then.
(reporters talking excitedly)
(reporters shouting questions)
(shouting continues)
Thank you.
For everything.
(shouting continues)
How do you know
Mr. Lawrie?
DI Hathaway.
Very good,
you've done your research.
That's part of my job.
I suppose we're not
that dissimilar.
Both investigators
of a sort.
Why have you been calling
DS Maddox repeatedly?
It's a massive story.
Police-hating serial killer,
a miscarriage of justice
She was attacked
and left for dead last night.
Is she going to be okay?
No, no, no,
off the record, I mean.
So who did it,
do you know?
Well, it's linked
with the Travis murder, yes?
Yeah, of course
it must be.
Is Lewis
on the investigation?
Hmm, so he is.
Right.
Where've they taken her?
To the Radcliffe?
I'm not here to be interviewed
by you, Mr. Blayne.
Where were you between the hours
of 5:00 and 6:00 last night?
I had nothing to do with it!
I was working.
With Katherine Warwick,
Lawrie's solicitor?
I saw you together.
Ah.
Well, look, it's no big deal.
So we've been seeing
each other.
She passes information my way,
I help her out in return.
Making the police look bad?
Well, you don't need
my help for that.
You two deserve one another.
(door opens)
You're absolutely right.
That appeal should never
have made it to court.
I don't know whether to be
relieved to hear that,
given that he's
walking around a free man.
Well, he shouldn't be.
I was there 13 years ago,
so were you.
He's a dangerous man.
You seem to be the only one
that agrees with me about that.
And he has an equally
dangerous accomplice,
which is why I want to help you.
The murder of PC Travis
and now the attempted murder
of DS Maddox
only provides evidence
that my research is sound.
What's this
about alphas and betas?
All psychopaths need a trigger
to engage in criminal acts,
of course.
But Betas are only triggered
by an encounter with an Alpha.
And the longer the exposure,
the greater the risk.
You spend all your time
with psychopaths.
Touché.
So what would be the profile
of Lawrie's beta?
Uh, someone unhampered
by conscience or remorse.
An obsession with status
and a willingness
to do anything to achieve it.
A hedge fund manager, then.
Or any politician.
Someone literate, devoted,
but clever
and ruthless.
To the emotionally shallow,
oh, Lawrie offers everything.
What, his status
is attractive?
Dangerously so.
He is guilty, you know.
I've never said that before.
I was never quite sure.
Oh, I'm sorry
It's okay,
I've got it.
I'm studying
philosophy here.
One of Brendan Ward's
students?
Yes.
Luke Burgess.
Why the clippings, Luke?
I'm interested
in the case.
How interested?
I'm doing a module
in experimental philosophy.
I'm studying the criminal mind.
HATHAWAY:
You do realize
that this profile
could also be describing
Rook herself, don't you?
Or Katherine Warwick?
What, a serial killing
solicitor?
Proudly cutthroat.
She's spent more time with him
recently than anyone else.
It could be anyone,
couldn't it really?
It could be Pamela.
Devoted, literate.
And you know what they say
about the quiet ones.
Another officer
was attacked yesterday.
So it wasn't Graham, was it?
He was being
vindicated in court.
Where were you
between 5:00 and 6:00?
Me?
I was here.
Not in court?
I wanted to be waiting for him
when he came back.
You can check with
the register here, I signed in.
We will.
Shouldn't you be
celebrating with him now?
I've waited ten years
to toast that man's freedom.
Another day or two
won't matter.
Besides,
Graham's been very busy,
what with all the press
and whatnot.
I'm sure we'll have a chance
to celebrate soon.
What do you reckon?
Well, she's devoted,
all right.
To the fact that
he's innocent, at least.
So she'd kill
to prove it?
It doesn't add up.
♪
Hello again, Luke.
Come on.
REPORTER:
As Graham Lawrie enjoys
his first full day of freedom
in 13 years,
the repercussions
of yesterday's verdict
are being keenly felt.
The three appeal court judges
ruled that Graham Lawrie
was wrongly convicted
of murdering police constables
Neal Chadwick, Jimmy Alderman
and Martin Wong in 2001.
I'd just like to say
how grateful I am
that despite the best efforts
of the Oxfordshire Police,
justice has been
reached here today.
REPORTER:
Lawrie also claimed
that Thamesmarsh Hospital
had questions to answer,
saying he suffered terrible
neglect and emotional abuse
while incarcerated in the
secure psychiatric facility.
(shouting)
Do you often have a problem
controlling your anger,
Mr. Wilkins?
No.
Look, I just lost it
for a second.
And when you lose it,
you really do lose it.
Roid rage?
I'm guessing these aren't
multivitamins.
Steroids?
Did Lawrie
supply them to you?
And what did you have to do
for him in return?
I didn't kill
that copper, okay?
It was payment
for bringing in the phone.
(sighs)
And a couple
of other things.
What other things?
Listen, Lawrie's been
very good to me.
He's taught me a lot.
He treated me
with respect.
Yeah, but what do you do
for him?
I don't want
to lose my job.
There's a bit more than your job
at stake now.
We've got one
police officer dead
and another
in intensive care.
I had to go and see
that Ward guy.
Brendan Ward?
The philosophy lecturer?
He visited again.
Look, Ward obviously said
something to piss Lawrie off.
And what was that?
I really don't know.
When you say that you had
to "go and see him"
Just to pass on the message that
he wasn't to come back anymore.
I bet he got that message
loud and clear.
Handy with his fists,
if not with his brains.
Ward never reported it, did he?
Yeah, worth
asking him why.
And we should fetch Lawrie in.
You reckon?
Well, don't you?
He might not be involved at all.
He ordered Wilkins
to batter a philosopher.
What else did he ask him to do?
Sure, but then maybe someone
did find the weapon?
Yeah, and maybe it was
Lord Lucan on Shergar.
I should at least
be questioning him.
Fine.
But I'd rather not give him
the satisfaction of seeing you.
All right, well, you do it then
if that's what it takes!
We shouldn't be
tip-toeing round him.
LEWIS:
You told DS Maddox
that you got this
at the gym.
Why did you lie?
I didn't want
any more trouble.
From Wilkins?
From Graham Lawrie.
I don't fancy making
an enemy of him.
Going crying to the police
about a slap around the face
wouldn't have exactly put me
in his good books.
No, I learned my lesson.
And what lesson was Lawrie
trying to teach you?
Look, when Rook asked me
to go there,
I thought I was being asked
to educate him about Nietzsche.
When really
I should have just nodded
and told him how brilliant
and insightful he was.
I challenged him,
and his ego felt bruised.
One bruise for another.
Anyway, after two visits
I made my excuses
and called it quits.
And you didn't
go again?
I couldn't stand the man.
I didn't want to go back.
Look, I don't know what Nurse
Ratchet's been telling you,
but I certainly
didn't instruct him
to go around beating up
college professors.
I'm not a violent man, officer.
It's just not in my nature.
But you did have a problem
with Dr. Ward?
I'm a psychopath, remember?
I have a problem with everyone.
Supposedly.
No, we did have
a disagreement.
A philosophical disagreement.
Ward doesn't understand power.
Real power.
He thinks that because he's got
a few letters after his name,
he's smarter than me.
Like I'm some chimp in a cage
he can poke to see
if he gets a reaction.
Maybe he didn't like
what he saw.
Well, that's his problem,
not mine.
Sometimes, the teachers
are afraid of the pupils.
Gripping chat, officer,
but if there's
nothing else, then
Very good.
I'm off to the Star for my first
chicken tikka in 13 years.
Actually, I do have
a couple more questions.
Well, Mr. Lawrie has
to leave, so unless
They're not for Mr. Lawrie,
they're for you.
Oh, Katherine.
What have you been up to?
Why weren't you
at the appeal yesterday?
I was delayed
on another case.
You were with Hugo Blayne.
Keeping a close eye on me?
I'm flattered.
We're keeping a close eye
on everyone involved
with Mr. Lawrie here.
Okay, Hugo and I went
for a drink at the Perch.
I didn't know
I had to tell you in advance.
You can check with the bar staff
if you like.
Very kind of you, we will.
So,
who's the prime suspect?
Maybe I could give them
my number.
(snorts)
Brendan Ward reckons he only
visited Lawrie a couple of times
before he realized his services
were no longer required.
He's not much
of an accomplice.
Well, Maddox checked the visitor
records at Thamesmarsh
and they list Ward visiting
17 times in the last two months.
Does everybody just
lie for fun?
Terrible this waiting around,
isn't it?
Is that your girlfriend?
That's my wife.
Was she in an accident?
No.
She's a police officer.
She was attacked.
Ah, that thing
on the news.
Graham Lawrie.
The justice system
really hasn't covered itself
in any glory there,
has it?
And DI Lewis, so keen to blame
the press for everything.
He should have a look
in his own backyard.
I'm sorry, do you mind?
If you need to talk
about any of this,
I'm on your side.
Anytime, yeah?
Yeah, so Brendan Ward's listed
as visiting on the 22nd.
Checking in at 11:30.
HATHAWAY:
There.
Is that him?
No, that's not
Brendan Ward.
That's his student,
Luke Burgess.
This way, gentlemen.
Thanks.
Excuse me,
is anyone waiting for me?
I am so glad
we're doing this.
Yeah, I don't think this is
such a good idea anymore.
Please.
I've waited for this.
God, you just don't get it,
do you?
I spent every day
in that place alone,
so if you wanted to visit
and ask me a few questions,
that was fine.
I humored you because
I enjoyed the distraction,
and now I don't.
What about Maddox?
And Travis?
You've got the wrong man.
It had nothing to do with me.
(laughing)
God, look at you.
Look at you.
You're no Superman.
You're a self-obsessed,
privately educated bore.
Why are you doing this?
I want to learn
from you.
You want to learn from me?
Yes!
Do you?
Yes, I do!
Then you're in luck.
First lesson
how it feels
to be the accused.
They're monitoring
her intracranial pressure.
We're going to just have
to be patient
and let her come back
to us gradually.
She will be okay, Robbie.
I wish I could be
as optimistic.
Well, they treated her
quickly.
She's clearly a fighter.
In fact, they said
they may take her off
the sedatives tomorrow.
How are you doing?
Oh, you know, we're getting
closer I think, but
I meant all of this,
the appeal.
We've barely had
a chance to speak.
Ah, I'm not sure what
I've been pig-headed
about Lawrie,
and I don't even know if he's
got anything to do with it.
And Hathaway has
his doubts still.
This is not your fault.
You do know that,
don't you?
You stole Brendan Ward's wallet
for his ID card
so you could gain access
to Thamesmarsh.
How come nobody noticed?
Oh, Wilkins knew.
He was happy to turn
a blind eye for his master.
He'd say black was white
for Lawrie.
That's the kind of power
he has over people.
And you visited
a total of 15 times.
Why?
I've told you lot before.
I'm writing about him.
I knew Rook would never
grant me access.
Did you at any point
discuss the murders
of PC Mark Travis
and the attempted murder
of DS Lizzie Maddox?
It wasn't him.
I will repeat the question.
Did you at any point discuss
the murder of PC Mark Travis
or the attempted murder
of DS Lizzie Maddox?
We didn't have to, really.
He had nothing to do with it.
You sound disappointed.
They say you should
never meet your heroes.
Well, seeing as you're
the genius,
who do you think's
responsible?
I wish I knew.
I'd like to meet them.
(laughs)
We can charge him with theft,
and that's about it.
Yeah, he was with friends
when Travis was killed
and when Maddox
was attacked.
Fondness for psychopaths.
Nothing weird
there, eh?
How are things
at the hospital?
No change.
You should go along though.
They reckon she knows
who's there.
Yeah, I will
when this is all over.
What's this?
Brendan Ward's wallet.
He still had it
in his jacket.
Neal Chadwick.
Lawrie's first victim.
We'd been seeing each other
for over a year.
But Neal was married,
and the police force
wasn't an easy place
to be gay back then.
When he was killed,
the first I heard about it
was on the news.
I couldn't go to the funeral.
I couldn't go to the trial.
My whole world had collapsed,
but I couldn't tell anyone.
So you took the job at college
to get closer to Lawrie?
Actually, I didn't.
I was offered the post
before I knew Sally Rook
was here.
I couldn't tell if it was
an ironic good fortune
or a sick joke
that she wanted me to visit him.
A chance to sit face to face
with the monster
who killed the one person
you loved most in the world.
Wouldn't you want the chance
to at least ask them why?
I've spent 13 years thinking
of every question that I'd ask
should I have the chance.
And here was that chance.
I could barely speak.
I was scared.
I felt pathetic,
like I betrayed Neal.
But you went back?
I tried a second time, yes.
Told him who I am.
He just laughed.
Then he sent his goon
with a message.
Did you tell Dr. Rook?
No.
To be honest,
I thought she'd react
in exactly the same way as him.
She's hardly the most
empathetic of people.
Too long gazing
into the abyss, perhaps.
You're not a fan, then?
(sniggers)
All that "alpha beta" nonsense.
She's a laughingstock.
In your humble opinion.
Do you really think Rook
could be our killer?
Lawrie's beta?
I don't buy into all that
alpha beta stuff.
She was just telling you
what you wanted to hear.
Which was?
That Lawrie was guilty.
But she doesn't have
a motive.
Doesn't she?
What about his conviction
being quashed?
Well, how is that
a motive?
She spends 13 years
bandying around a theory
based on his
homicidal tendencies,
and the minute
it's called into question,
the murders resume.
Convenient, isn't it?
TONY:
Everyone's looking forward
to seeing you back soon.
I spoke to your mum.
She's flying down tomorrow.
She sends her love.
I'm meant to keep
talking to you.
It's supposed to help.
Look, would you mind
keeping it down?
I can't get a word in here.
(sobbing)
I love you, Lizzie.
Come back, sweetheart.
(knocking)
(Wagner playing)
(knocking continues)
(knocking continues)
(knocking continues)
You said
you wanted to help.
It's true.
It's awful all of this
is happening again.
Who were you
really helping?
I don't understand.
How does Lawrie's conviction
being overturned
affect your research?
I've spent a long time
studying him.
The decision
by the court of appeal
doesn't change who he is.
HATHAWAY:
You could argue that
you've profited from his guilt
and his innocence now debunks
your entire theory.
His apparent innocence
doesn't make my years
of research any less valid.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
What else would you
be prepared to do
to promote your theories,
Professor?
What are you suggesting?
Can you wait
till we get there?
What's happened?
Lawrie.
Lawrie?
Not again.
No, he's just dialed 999.
Lawrie?
DI Lewis.
I've got a whole armed
response team here with me!
Armed police!
Lawrie?
DI Lewis!
(shutter clicks)
Single blow
to the back of the head.
It's caught him
on the occipital bone.
Blunt instrument,
I'd say.
Blunt edge of a slater's hammer,
I'd say.
Maybe.
But he still managed to make
his 999 call?
It's possible,
before he lost consciousness
and bled out.
No sign of a break-in.
He let them in himself.
He knew his killer.
Robbie?
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Just not sure what to feel.
HATHAWAY:
We don't see anyone
approaching the house.
No, they knew
what they were doing.
Dodged the camera.
HATHAWAY:
Now, this
The camera picks up the car
approaching Lawrie's place
at 11:45 a.m.
LEWIS:
Well, it certainly
takes a good look.
It's out of view
for just over ten minutes
before it's seen
driving away again.
So we've done
a PNC check?
Yeah.
LEWIS:
And?
James?
What are you not telling me?
It's Maddox's car.
I just went there
to talk to him.
You have no idea
what it's been like.
How it feels
to just sit around,
waiting.
I had to
I had to do something.
I I wanted
to confront Lawrie,
see what he had to say
for himself.
I recognized his place
from the photos in the paper.
Was he alive
when you got there?
Was he alive?
I didn't see him.
I got there, parked outside.
But I didn't get out of the car.
I was angry.
I wanted him to confess.
But I was
I was too afraid.
I hate this.
Lizzie's hanging on
for dear life, and I'm
I'm too scared
to ring on his doorbell.
Why haven't
Why haven't you found him yet?
Why?
I just want this to be over.
What do you think?
Well, he's clean
forensically.
Not a spot of blood on him
or inside his car.
Is it possible?
What, you reckon
he drove out of there,
removed every trace
of blood from his clothes,
his skin, his car,
all within minutes
of leaving Lawrie?
Nah.
No, he's got motive,
God knows I wouldn't blame him,
but he's not a killer.
We should never have
dragged him in here, poor guy.
We've got every right
to question him.
It's not personal,
he understands that.
It seems pretty personal
at the moment.
It's your job to doubt
everybody.
Question everything.
Lawrie's accomplice
turned against him?
Slave turning
against the master?
What if I was wrong
about Lawrie?
You don't really
believe that.
You've been doubting me.
You were right to.
I should have been
doubting myself.
I want to go right back
to the start.
See what I missed
13 years ago.
Let's try
Lawrie's place again.
HATHAWAY:
Forensics have been
all over this place.
If you could at least tell me
what we're looking for,
maybe I could help you.
If I knew, I would.
There's something.
There has to be.
Something I didn't find
13 years ago.
Ringstead.
From Pamela.
"Wherever you go, I go.
Whatever you do, I do too."
Dated August 2000.
She's known him a whole lot
longer than we thought.
Call for some backup.
(quietly):
Firearms are on their way.
They'd better be.
(crying)
Miss Carson?
Pamela.
DI Lewis.
Well done.
It's only taken you 13 years
to work out that Graham
had some help.
Armed police!
Put that down, please.
You come with me and we'll
get you cleaned up, all right?
He was the most handsome man
I'd ever met.
I was surprised he took
such a liking to me.
No one else had.
Little by little,
we fell in love.
Of course, we had to keep this
secret with him being married.
We'd be starting
a new life, he said.
A life of murder?
I made the calls.
He did the rest.
I could have left him,
I suppose.
Gone to the police.
But the thing is,
we were meant to be together,
for better or for worse.
But why kill Travis now?
On the Monday
before he was released,
I went in to visit him
as I always did.
Graham said he didn't want
to see me again.
I thought he meant
before the appeal, but
He was rejecting you.
I thought if I
could just prove myself,
show him that everything
could be as it was,
then he would change his mind
and want me back.
So you killed
to attract his attention?
It worked beautifully.
Just like when Graham
showed me.
I couldn't believe
how easy it was.
Just one blow,
and down he went.
Constable Travis had
a six-month-old baby girl.
Graham never wanted kids.
That's why he liked me.
I was never the maternal type.
And what about Maddox?
Why her?
Why not?
The 999 calls
were getting too risky.
She'd been in
to question me,
so I knew she was
working on the case.
I signed in at work
and made sure I was seen.
In the end, she survived
and Lawrie is dead.
Mm-hmm.
He said we couldn't be
seen together straight away
once he was released.
I reckoned
you lot were so dim
you were never going
to work it out.
You didn't even know
about me and him back then.
But it wasn't that.
He told me it was over.
He said he
didn't want me.
I found that very disappointing.
We could have started again
from where we were interrupted.
After all I'd done for him,
how long I'd waited,
and the money I'd spent
getting him free
so we could be together.
Then he just
rejected me.
I picked up his hammer,
the gift he'd given to me,
and I just
stopped him from leaving me.
Graham hated you.
He wanted everyone to know
you'd failed.
You failed to catch us both.
You failed your dead colleagues.
You failed your lovely sergeant.
You know, I had no idea
she even existed.
Well, you can't blame yourself.
You were right
about Lawrie.
Well, that's something,
I suppose.
There's some good news.
We could use some.
Lizzie's doing well.
The pressure on her brain
has dropped,
they're taking her
off the drugs,
and they think she should be
awake tomorrow.
Thank you, God.
Whoa!
Look who's back with us.
Hi, sir.
Am I glad
to hear you say that.
Hi, Tony.
So, how's the head?
Booming.
You gave us
quite a scare.
I gave myself a scare,
to be honest.
Attention seeker.
Exactly.
I expect you back at work on
Monday?
I'm touched.
Oh, I forgot, I got you
a little something.
Pork scratchings!
Aw!
Oh, I've missed them!
Well, we've missed you too
and we want you back.
Yeah, I bet.
Um
Black tea, one sugar.
See, it's not done anything to my memory.
I got you something too.
Kiwi fruit.
Well, I didn't know she was
allergic to the things, did I?
You should have asked me, shouldn't you?
Well, how did you know and I didn't?
Because she is my sergeant.
Anyway, I'm sorry for doubting you.
Ah, not at all.
You're not my sergeant anymore.
You're an Inspector,
free to make your own choices.
Yeah, but you were right all along.
Maybe.
But you were right
to question it.
You're a good detective.
Good mentor, I suppose.
To strive, to seek,
to find and not to yield.
Oh, Tennyson!
Look at you!
It's something I learned
from my old mentor.
That's what I like about this job:
you never stop learning.
I think it is time that you
bought me a pint, don't you?
Long overdue, canny lad.
Long overdue.
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