Professor T (2021) s04e04 Episode Script
You Can't Kill Me
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[dramatic music]
Hello, Helena Goldberg,
should be a ticket for me.
Just the one ticket?
Just the one, yeah.
Enjoy the show.
Jasper, darling, you remembered
where I live.
According to my mother, you have
pressing need of my advice.
How is she?
The last time we spoke,
she was taking a break
en route to
the Pyramids of Giza.
Her camel was making the most
alarming eructations.
Oh. [chuckles]
They do that for tourists.
Now, I, when I was on assignment
with the Bedouin
-Can we, um
-Oh, yes, yes, yes,
yes, of course.
My gentleman caller,
Peter Snares,
has booked a table for
two at Dominguine's.
Michelin starred.
Apparently the horrible events
at his resident's home
has filled him with the urge
to make every moment count.
You don't think he's going to
propose, do you?
Uh, surely my mother's advice
would be more appropriate?
Adelaide doesn't know him.
You do.
Barely.
What do you think?
I think the mere fact that you
are consulting the Tarot
is in itself an answer.
Have you spoken to the Dean?
Wilfred is spirit and soul.
I'm flesh and blood.
Ah, the lovers.
[soft music]
A Major Arcana in the spread
of three.
This is highly significant.
How can you marry a man
on the turn of a card?
Jasper, these are not
my card readings.
These are yours.
Will this never end?
Why is it so hard to accept?
I love you both.
I can't accept.
I won't accept.
You have to choose.
Penny.
Penny, you understand.
You were happy the way it was.
I was not happy, John.
II was in love.
And it was painful.
It still is painful.
Christ, this is tearing
me apart.
I mean, why did you tell her?
Everything was fine until
two hours ago.
[scoffs] Fine?
Fine for who?
[dramatic music]
[play continues in background]
[tense crescendo]
[light music]
Francesca.
Francesca, can you hear me?
Aargh!
You don't get to decide,
John knows what he wants.
Oh, here we go.
It's all an act.
If I can't have him,
nor can you.
[gasps]
[ominous crescendo]
[gasping]
-Tanya.
-Oh.
-Oh, Tanya.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
[Tanya groans]
-Tanya.
-Urgh.
Oh, my God, Tanya.
-Oh, please.
-Bradley, do something.
There's, uh, there's
been an accident.
[audience gasps]
Is there a doctor out there?
Somebody call an ambulance.
Call an ambulance, somebody.
[woman wailing]
[panicking]
[soft music]
[siren wailing distantly]
Hi, Ma'am.
One of the actors, Tanya Loomis,
was killed on stage by
a prop knife
that seemed to have
malfunctioned.
Apparently, it didn't retract,
or something.
-Okay.
-Extra complication,
married couple Phoebe
and Bradley Sanders,
who were on stage with Tanya
while that was all going on,
their daughter, who's 14,
was attacked by someone
backstage.
She's in hospital now.
-Is she okay?
They're saying concussion.
Right.
This guy here, Mr. Markham,
he'll show you where
everything happened.
I'm gonna deal with the press.
-Break a leg.
-[chuckles]
I was on stage at the start of
the play.
Uh, five, six minutes,
said my lines, went home.
DS WINTERS: Right.
I'm finance, box office, admin,
stand-in usher if it's busy.
Not usually busy.
That's Bradley Sanders,
artistic director.
Bradley, um, DS Winters.
I'll leave you to it.
-Cheers.
-How's your daughter?
Ah, she's, um, she's under
observation. Head injury.
Got to be careful.
-And your wife?
She's, um
she's in her dressing room.
You were on stage when
Tanya Loomis was stabbed.
Yeah, um, the play requires
a knife to be used.
It was the tenth performance.
Who puts the props on stage?
Well, Vance Markham,
who you just met,
did the table and the chairs.
At the last minute, I realized
he'd forgotten the knife block.
So, you put the knife on stage?
Yeah.
Could she have pulled out
the wrong knife?
No, the others were glued in.
I've confirmed that
with your colleagues.
DS WINTERS: Okay, who checks
the props?
Well, they don't get checked
every night.
I mean, the first couple of
nights, yes.
Should your wife have
checked it?
It was the tenth performance.
You know, my wife shouldn't have
even been on the stage.
[sinister music]
She was a last-minute understudy
for Georgina.
Sorry, I'm in a hurry to
see my daughter.
Right, you stepped in for
Georgina Galvin.
Why did she drop out?
You'd have to ask Georgina.
-II'm sorry, how many more
-It must be hard,
going on as a last-minute
replacement.
I've played the role before.
Why not this time?
I was too busy.
Uh, swimming lessons,
fencing, horse-riding.
For a film role.
-Oh.
And you got the part?
I don't know.
I don't know if I even want it
after this.
[melancholic music]
[playful music]
Lyndon?
-Oh, my God, Ingrid.
-[laughs]
I'll catch up with you later.
[Ingrid laughs]
Hello.
Are you still here?
Where else would I be?
When did you get back?
About a month ago.
And you're working in
the science faculty?
Research and development.
A temporary contract.
The Dean of Life Sciences read
about a product
I helped to develop in the US.
He showed an interest
in working together
to get it past
the UK regulators, and,
well, hopefully onto the market.
All is forgiven?
One foolish comment should not
stand in the way of progress.
[chuckles] Look, I'm running
a little late.
Could you possibly hand this in
at the lab?
What is it?
A couple of DNA samples.
Just want to know if
there's a match.
Oh, well, I'll do it.
I'll run the test.
Give me a chance to
see you again.
Oh, marvelous.
-Hmm.
-Thank you.
See you soon.
[door opens]
[hospital machine beeping]
[background Tannoy announcement]
[knocking on door]
Hi.
Francesca?
I'mDC Highsmith.
Chloe.
How are you feeling?
Sore.
Sad.
Really fuzzy.
-Mm.
I just wanted to see
if there's anything
you might want us to
know about what happened?
I have hardly any memory of what
happened last night.
What I was told, somebody picked
up the bust of old Shakespeare
and hit me over the head
with it.
Dragged me into a store cupboard
and that's where Georgina
found me.
Can you remember anything else?
I have a vague sense I saw
somebody
somebody tall.
But after that, nothing.
Can you think of anybody who
might want to hurt you?
No.
No one.
-This is before the play,
so, would the knife have already
been on stage?
Uh, probably not, um
it's always a little bit
last minute.
So, whoever attacked you,
they could have done
something to it?
Somebody tampered with
the knife?
My dad said it was an accident.
[stammers]
We, we don't know anything.
Whoever hit me, you think
I saw them
tamper with the knife?
-I don't know anything.
Just, I mean, just forget
[suspenseful music]
just pretend I didn't say
anything.
GEORGINA: I found Francesca
over there.
Made sure she was breathing.
Bradley, her father, came
storming in
and that's when he tells me that
Phoebe stabbed Tanya.
Bradley told me it should have
been you on stage.
Why did you pull out?
Migraine.
But you were backstage during
the performance.
Mm. To pick up my script,
the migraine had passed.
Where d'you live?
Fordham.
That's a long way to come
for a script,
which I'm guessing you
could have just downloaded.
It has all my notes in it.
Before you went home,
did you see anyone?
Anything made you suspicious?
Tanya brought her boyfriend,
Fabian, backstage.
Bad enough as that was,
they were having a row.
I heard a smash coming from
their dressing room.
Knowing what Fabian was capable
of, I knocked on their door.
And how do you know
what he's capable of?
[scoffs] I used to date Fabian.
At one time, he punched a hole
in my bedroom wall.
Men who punch holes in walls
tend not to stop there.
[tense music]
And what happened when you
intervened?
Tanya said I was
making it worse.
The look in his eye.
What?
When I knew Tanya was dead,
I just kept thinking
he did it.
Tanya Loomis' boyfriend,
Fabian Royle.
He's a fashion photographer.
Uniform couldn't locate him at
his usual address,
and, um, he didn't show up
for work today.
Did Fabian have any opportunity
to swap the knives?
Apparently, he liked to hang
around backstage.
Oh, right. So, Francesca's
memory loss
could hold all the answers,
yeah?
There are two main forms
of amnesia.
With retrograde, one is unable
to recall past memories.
Anti-retrograde means new
memories for a while
cannot be formed.
So, Francesca has retrograde?
There is a third type.
Post-traumatic dissociative
memory loss.
The effects last minutes or
months.
With Francesca, it would appear
to have lasted for hours.
Mm. She said things were still
a bit fuzzy.
Is there still a chance she'll
remember who her attacker was?
It depends on the extent of
the injury.
And what about her?
Georgina Galvin's the one who
found Francesca in the cupboard.
And she's the one who was meant
to be on stage?
Yeah, she's got this
flimsy excuse
for coming back to the theater.
Well, if she did kill her,
why would she come back?
To make sure Francesca's dead.
[mysterious music]
Go on.
Okay, so, say it is Georgina,
and Francesca saw her
with the knife.
So, she whacks her, and she
stuffs her in a cupboard.
But on the way home she thinks,
what if Francesca's not dead?
She's gonna tell everyone
she saw me.
So, then she comes back,
but before she can finish
the job,
she's seen.
-By who?
-Bradley Sanders.
Which is why she has to make up
this nonsense
about coming back for a script.
Whoever it was that swapped
the knives,
if Francesca saw them,
they aren't gonna wait to see
if her memory comes back.
We need to protect her.
[dramatic music]
[background Tannoy announcement]
Hi.
Who are you?
I'm Chloe.
Wewe met this morning.
Yes.
Sorry.
What's he doing here?
Well, it's standard procedure
when there's an investigation.
-Was Tanya murdered?
-We don't know.
Did someone tamper
with the knife?
Is that why there's an armed
officer outside?
He's not armed
Well, what good is he
if he's not armed?
Francesca.
For all we know the killer
could be in the building.
He could be dressed as a nurse.
Francesca
look at me.
Calm down.
I'm sorry.
Where's all this coming from?
Overactive imagination,
it's what mum says.
Have your parents been
to see you?
My dad was here earlier.
Uh, he couldn't stay.
What about your mum?
Um, she's at home.
She's not great with stress.
Okay. Listen to me.
We are doing everything we can
to find the person who's
responsible.
Chloe, I'm so sorry,
this is so silly.
What?
I know he's probably good
at his job
and everything, but
I feel scared.
Could it be you out there?
[brush scrubbing]
[grunts]
Not good for the sprung
flooring, blood.
Vance, could you show us
backstage again?
[water slops]
That's where the bust of
Shakespeare usually sits.
It was used to knock out
Francesca.
You know, if Georgina
hadn't dropped out,
Tanya would still be alive.
Georgina's approach was subtle.
She used the knife like it was
an embrace.
Phoebe was moredirect.
[clanging, shouting]
[high tempo suspenseful music]
What's that?
No idea, they're not rehearsing.
Right.
[dramatic music]
FABIAN: Get out of my way.
She killed my Tanya,
so where is she?
-Fabian!
-Where's your wife?
-Hey!
-Where's your wife?
She killed her, where is she?
[grunting]
[punch]
BRADLEY: It's not her fault!
Where is your wife?
[men struggling]
BRADLEY: It was an accident!
Argh. Argh. Hah.
[suspenseful music]
There's been athere's been
a bit of an incident up there.
Your friend said to meet him
at the station.
What is this for?
Uhno idea.
Try the props department.
The one job I don't bloody do
around here.
What happened to your lip?
Accidental, not a problem.
Really?
Yeah.
[door opens]
[chair scrapes]
Interview commenced at 14:06
with Fabian Royale.
And solicitor present,
conducted by DCI Goswami,
and DS Winters.
Last night, you and Tanya Loomis
were overheard
having an argument.
Got pretty heated.
What was it about?
I don't see how this
is relevant.
Do you want us to find out
who killed Tanya?
-Yeah.
-Then let us do our job.
What were you arguing about?
Georgina.
Your ex.
Why?
'Cause I was talking to her.
Georgina, she was upset.
She said, um, she didn't expect
to see me.
That I caught her by surprise.
And
Tanya just
flew into one.
I had no idea she could be
like that.
Did you make up?
No.
No, we didn't.
-Did she dump you?
She said some things
she didn't mean.
Okay, so you had a row,
and then what happened?
I went to a pub.
Then I went to see a mate.
Which pub?
The Grapes.
Can anyone vouch for that?
I didn't stay.
I walked in,
saw Georgina there
and walked straight back out.
Well, we can get CCTV
to check that.
Fabian, did you swap the knives?
[tense music]
What?
No.
[scoffs]
DS WINTERS: You told me you had
a migraine and went home.
We have CCTV of you arriving at
The Grapes pub at 10 to 7,
and leaving just before 8.
[dramatic music]
You didn't go home, did you?
And you didn't go back to get
the script.
Perverting the course of justice
in a murder investigation
could result in
a custodial sentence.
I just had a few drinks.
I should never drink red wine.
What did you do, Georgina?
I fell prey
to the green-eyed monster.
Knowing Tanya was on stage,
I went into her dressing room.
I took her phone, a debit card,
and some cash.
Can you prove that?
I still have them.
[distant siren blaring]
No.
I'm releasing Georgina.
-Despite the theft and the lies?
-Yeah.
Ma'am, she's got a motive.
As does Fabian Royle.
The only person who isn't
a suspect
is the one person who stabbed
Tanya Loomis to death
in front of 70 eyewitnesses.
What do we know about
Phoebe Sanders?
Find out.
[background chatter]
Will you get paid for this?
They don't know I'm here.
The officer that just left,
he'll get paid.
-Sorry.
-No, no, no, no, no.
It's okay.
Has there been any news?
About the investigation?
Not yet.
Have you
remembered anything?
No.
Shapes.
Nothing, really.
I'm sure it's going to come back
to you.
I'm gonna be just outside if you
need anything.
Do you like your job?
Why would you ask me that?
Well
it's important to be happy,
isn't it?
I'm happy when other people
are happy.
Me too.
We're the same. [laughs]
You should try and get
some sleep.
Good night, Chloe
DC Highsmith.
[gentle opera music]
Goodnight.
Hello?
In here.
Oh, sorry.
There were no lights on,
I assumed you were out.
If you're looking for
the watering can,
it's on the table.
Yes, I did notice that one
or two of my plants
were looking a little bit, um
Tired?
Yes.
What happened to the restaurant?
I didn't have your phone number.
Not beyond you to find the
restaurant's telephone number.
Zelda
II wasn't able to
to begin with
I had no idea you'd be here.
That felt like an ambush.
And then your invitation
for cocktails.
Mocktails.
I couldn't.
I'm sorry.
Will you pose for me?
Make amends.
I've never been stood up before.
[light music]
Now, you can sit.
[chair scrapes]
Thank you.
You have a good face.
[camera clicking]
[up tempo music]
Dodo you always use
the same camera?
It's what's on the other side of
the camera that counts.
Ah.
Smile for me.
Yeah, there you go, that's good.
I want you to stand up.
And look at you, or over there?
No, just look like Napoleon.
Hmm.
No, that's not good enough.
[laughs]
Tee-hee. Cute, that's very good.
No, that's better.
-Braces off.
-Braces? Oh, no.
Yes, yes.
Come on, just do it.
Do it, do it, do it. Yes.
Lovely.
[laughs]
[happy dance music]
[emotional music]
[laughs]
Golly.
I hardly recognize myself.
It's not my job to capture what
you look like.
I have to find out who you
really are.
I'd better go.
[footsteps receding]
[melancholic music]
[sinister music]
Urgh.
[grunting]
-Stay down, stay down!
-Argh, ow. Gah!
-Dad?
-[grunts]
I just wanted to see
my daughter.
Gahand you're hurting me!
-DS WINTERS: Morning, Ma'am.
-Morning.
Is Chloe here?
She just got here.
She's pretty worried.
So she should be.
What have you got?
Phoebe Sanders was admitted to
the Kinsell Psychiatric Clinic
last year.
She stayed for six weeks.
-Do we know why?
Not the kind of information they
give out, but, um,
there might be another way.
She attends
family therapy sessions
with her husband and daughter.
They see Dr. Goldberg.
Oh? Right.
I'll deal with that.
Okay.
Come in.
Thanks, DS Winters. Good work.
Close the door on your way out.
Yeah.
Okay. I'm all ears.
Can I just start by saying
No, just tell me what happened.
Francesca didn't trust
the officer that was on duty.
So, you told her not to worry,
let the police do their job.
Yeah?
-I offered to take his place.
Who gave you that authority?
-No one, Ma'am.
-So, having compromised
a young PC and yourself,
what happens next?
-When Mr. Sanders arrived
-No, before that.
I fell asleep.
I've been pulling all-nighters
to prepare for this exam.
So, you fell asleep on duty
and then you assaulted a man
visiting his daughter.
A man who the previous night had
witnessed the sudden,
shocking death of
a close friend,
and an attack on his daughter.
Yeah?
[disappointed sigh]
I spoke to Mr. Sanders.
He's not pressing charges,
so, consider yourself lucky.
Chloe
I'll be looking for an
improvement
over the coming weeks, yeah?
You do not want something
like this
on your permanent record.
No, Ma'am, thank you.
[drumming]
[drumsticks clatter]
[phone rings]
DCI Goswami, how may I help you?
Professor, um, I've just been
informed that
Phoebe Sanders attends therapy
sessions with Dr. Goldberg.
Now, I know what you're
gonna say,
she has a duty of
confidentiality to her clients,
I know. But Francesca's life
may still be in danger.
So, we absolutely need
any information
you can get from Dr. Goldberg.
Very well.
I will see her in 27 minutes.
Thank you. Thank you.
[phone beeps]
[footsteps approaching]
You've started smoking.
[sniffs]
I nicked it off the duty sarge.
I heard about what happened.
Remember I said,
we've all had our moments.
One day I'll tell you mine.
Cannot be worse than last night.
I did a stint in Colchester.
Well, the station's got
a flat roof.
And, uh
my sergeant tells me
they're gonna start
using the roof as a heliport.
And, uh, and he needs aa
volunteer to go up there
and paint a huge H,
so the choppers will know
where to land.
So, Mr. Eager,
I go up there with my brush,
a tin of yellow paint.
And II've almost got it
finished
when, um
when one of the inspectors
appears
and wants to know what
in God's name I'm doing.
-[laughs]
-And I'm like, no, no, no.
It's for the helicopters.
-[laughs]
[soft music]
Of course, as soon as I say it,
I know I've been done.
[laughs]
Thank you.
That's alright.
[giggles]
Ah.
[crow cawing]
Is it a match?
A match?
Now, you know you can't
ask me that.
Science still has a vestigial
trace of ethics.
Is it for somebody
in your family?
Not exactly.
Maybe it's something you don't
need to know.
[laughs]
Why on earth did they fire you?
Have a drink with me
and I'll tell you.
I need to talk to you about
Phoebe Sanders.
-What?
-She comes to you
for family therapy.
Uh, may I come in?
No, you may not.
[door opens]
Uh
is this because I ascribed
my progress
to percussion therapy?
A woman who bangs drums
for a living
may be many things,
but a therapist she is not.
The police believe that Phoebe's
daughter, Francesca,
saw the killer swap the knives.
If that is the case, Francesca's
life may be in danger.
Alright.
Yeah.
Why was Phoebe Sanders admitted
to the Kinsell Clinic?
I, uh
I will only use such information
as is absolutely necessary.
You've heard of
Alexander Cummings?
Scottish watchmaker who invented
the flush toilet.
[laughs]
Well, this Alexander Cummings
is a very well-known actor.
Phoebe was to play his love
interest in a TV drama.
The producer's happy,
the director's happy,
everybody's happy except
Alexander Cummings.
He wants another woman
to play the role,
someone 10 years
younger than him.
Anyway, Phoebe lost the role.
She threatened Cummings.
She fell into a depression,
can't get out of bed.
Her clinic diagnose
psychomotor retardation.
Hm.
Was it her decision to be
admitted to Kinsell?
Under pressure from the police
and her husband.
And Francesca?
Francesca got packed off
to boarding school,
which she hated.
[soft music]
I'm beginning to wonder whether
Francesca's memory loss
is a convenient fiction.
You have culled your books.
[footsteps receding]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Mrs. Sanders.
This is Professor Tempest,
he's a consultant on the case.
-Pleased to meet you.
-Francesca
remember me?
You attacked my dad.
Yeah, you're, uh, doing better.
Slowly.
The Professor would like to
conduct an experiment.
Are you okay with that?
Well, I'm not.
What sort of experiment?
You know what
she's been through.
I'm very well aware what
Francesca has been through,
and also what you have
been through.
Can we see what
Francesca thinks?
I'm okay with it.
Hm.
The experiment is simple,
bordering on the primitive.
Nothing to worry about.
You're looking well.
Have you had your stitches
out yet?
Not yet.
I'm sure it'll be soon.
Which cup is the ball under?
Oh.
My mother trod the boards
as an amateur.
I remember her telling me every
play is the same.
It begins with a lie and ends
with the truth.
[jaunty music]
Shall we try again?
Left one?
Wrong again.
And again.
Right.
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
Careful.
We've only just got it back.
Your forensic bods have already
been all over it.
What you find
often depends on
what you are looking for.
[suspenseful music]
[muffled background talking]
Are they rehearsing?
Yeah, play's back on next week.
Got investors to think about.
I can't accept, I won't accept.
You must choose.
You understand, don't you?
You were happy with
the way it was.
Not happy, John, I was in love.
And it was painful.
That test
with my daughter.
I cannot discuss that.
Your husband is very persuasive
to convince Georgina
to continue.
The show must go on.
I disagree.
The show is very near its end.
JOHN: Why is it so hard
to accept?
I love you
[seat clatters]
-I won't accept.
You must choose.
Penny, you understand,
don't you?
[phone ringing]
JOHN: Penny, you understand,
don't you?
Right
so, we're ready to make
an arrest.
I just want to make sure we're
on the same page.
Who is the arrestee?
DS WINTERS: Phoebe Sanders.
So, Phoebe was up for a part
in a film.
The producer practically
promised her the part.
But the director had other
ideas.
He wanted Tanya,
and told her to keep it quiet
until he could confirm it.
We got access to Tanya Loomis'
phone.
Tanya's last text to him,
"I think Phoebe knows. Call me."
And armed with the information
that she was about to
lose the role to Tanya,
Phoebe decided to
swap the knives
and let Georgina remove her
career obstacle?
-Hm-mm.
-Yeah, Georgina drops out
and Phoebe decides to go along
with it anyway.
Hm.
The evidence you have amassed
would secure a conviction.
However, it would also be
a miscarriage of justice.
Ma'am? Sorry to interrupt, uh,
Phoebe Sanders is in reception.
She wants to confess.
Someone's slipping.
First time for everything.
When I told everyone
what Phoebe Sanders said,
you looked like
you didn't believe it.
I've been studying non-verbal
leakage for my resit,
so I can tell when somebody's
lying.
Something you should
be aware of,
non-verbal leakage is least
in evidence
when dealing with lawyers,
blackjack players,
people who sell
second-hand cars,
politicians, and actors.
Their livelihoods depend on
an ability to control their
movements.
If you're right and she
is lying,
what should I be looking for?
LAWYER: for the record that
my client is here
at their own volition.
Verbal leakage.
I've prepared a statement.
Put the paper down, Phoebe.
Just in your own words.
[suspenseful music]
As an actor, when a role is
promised to you,
and you've
[sighs] you've worked so hard,
it
to have it snatched away
Just tell us what you did.
I looked for a knife
in one of the tool kits
in the walk-in store cupboard.
[sinister music]
I found a kitchen knife
that looked
almost exactly like
the real one.
-There.
-I removed the prop
and replaced it with
the real one.
Verbal leakage, too much detail.
DS WINTERS: And what
about Francesca?
PHOEBE: I didn't see her.
It was dark, I
I didn't know it was her.
You hid your daughter
in a store cupboard?
Made sure she was breathing.
I made her comfortable.
Phoebe Sanders, you are charged
with the murder of Tanya Loomis.
Good job.
You, uh, gained the trust of
Francesca, didn't you?
-I think so.
-Right, well, I think the news
of her mum's confession
is best coming from you.
I agree. That would be
the kindest way.
There is just one problem.
-No.
Phoebe Sanders is not
the killer.
[sighs]
Francesca injured herself,
so that she would be
beyond suspicion.
What? Phoebe has just confessed.
She does not want to see
her daughter locked up.
Yeah, well, I still don't get
why Francesca
would injure herself.
-The injury
made the amnesia seem credible,
enabling her to avoid
difficult questions.
But you tested her amnesia.
She got almost all of them
wrong.
Yes, nine out of ten wrong
on a 50-50 chance.
If the amnesia were genuine,
she would have been correct
50 percent of the time.
And if she is faking amnesia,
we must ask ourselves why.
-Hang on, hang on.
Just go back a step.
How do you know that
Francesca injured herself?
[sinister beat]
As confirmed by forensics,
the bust of Shakespeare had,
on its base,
traces of the same blue paint
found on the store
cupboard shelf.
There were no such marks
on the plinth
where it usually sat.
Francesca placed it
on the shelf,
crouched underneath,
and used a pole to bring it down
upon her own head.
Why would she do any of that?
To protect her mother.
And herself.
The idea that her mother might
suffer another episode
filled her with horror,
and she was determined
to never again experience
the hell of boarding school.
Professor, we have a credible
confession.
You're not offering me any hard
proof here.
Francesca lives in a world of
make-believe.
If we are to attain the truth,
we must confront her
with reality.
[suspenseful music]
[background Tannoy announcement]
[knocking on door]
Hey.
Hi.
You're looking really well.
My dad'll be here any minute.
Francesca, I'm gonna need you to
come with me.
Okay.
[dramatic violin music]
How much longer is this
going to take?
Mum.
No.
I'm taking care of it.
No, no, Mum!
No, no, no!
Mum!
I'm sorry.
[sobbing]
Francesca
did you swap the knives?
Yes.
And injure yourself?
So that I wouldn't be a suspect.
Francesca
why did you do it?
[melancholic music]
I wanted my mum to get
the film role.
I thought she had it.
My dad told me
they'd chosen Tanya.
And with Tanya out of the way
I don't want to go to prison.
Well, hello. [chuckles]
Um, well, look, thank you for
agreeing to meet me.
Yes, you sounded
rather enigmatic.
Oh
[laughs]
did I?
Good evening, would you like
something to drink?
Yyes.
Um, do you make your ice cubes
with mineral water?
I don't think so.
In that case,
I should like a glass of
still mineral water with no ice.
I'll just, um, have a glass of
the house red.
-Of course.
-Thank you.
[soft background music]
Well, look, um, the solicitors
for the Sanders family have
asked me to prepare a
psychological report
on Francesca.
And I
hoped that you might have
some thoughts
that could serve as mitigation.
A fantasy-prone personality
was identified by Wilson
and Barber
in the 1980s.
It has been used
with some success
as a defense in
the United States.
Right.
So, growing up in a house
where the lines between fantasy
and reality were
frequently blurred.
Yes.
And then watching people die
and come back to life again
every night since she was
five years old.
Indeed. It is significant
that she sought to
solve her problems onstage.
Yes.
I think I failed her.
No, you did not.
I know how you work.
You did not fail anyone.
Dad?
In here.
You alright?
Prodigal returns.
Sorry about band practice.
I've been up to here with work.
The lads are talking about
getting a replacement.
Found it in the rehearsal room.
Do you want one of your
zero percents?
Cheers.
Swung by the cemetery earlier.
[bottles clink]
Chat with your mum.
Dad
Lisa's grave could do with
a tidy.
-Dad.
-I've got the time.
-No.
-It's no bother.
Don't.
Seriously, just leave it.
-Son, you need to talk.
-Dad!
[sighs]
Look, I'm shattered.
Shouldn't have come round.
Sorry.
[door opens]
Hello. Could I have the bill,
please?
I cannot allow you to pay.
Oh, [laughs] don't be so
old-fashioned.
You've paid for this anyway,
many times over.
At £100 an hour.
[laughs] 95, thank you very
much.
[chuckles]
What happened to your books?
Sorry?
A week ago, they were
all wearing
bright pink stickers.
This week, they have vanished.
Or would the answer
to my question
permanently capsize the
therapeutic relationship?
Well, my husband took them.
He moved out.
We've been sharing the house,
um,
but estranged.
Three years.
Three years?
We were waiting for the
housing market to change.
Amicable.
Hm.
[taxi rumbles]
Well
are you sure you don't
want to share?
Mine will be here in a minute.
Right.
[chuckles]
[sweeping orchestral music]
[footsteps receding]
[door closes]
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[dramatic music]
Hello, Helena Goldberg,
should be a ticket for me.
Just the one ticket?
Just the one, yeah.
Enjoy the show.
Jasper, darling, you remembered
where I live.
According to my mother, you have
pressing need of my advice.
How is she?
The last time we spoke,
she was taking a break
en route to
the Pyramids of Giza.
Her camel was making the most
alarming eructations.
Oh. [chuckles]
They do that for tourists.
Now, I, when I was on assignment
with the Bedouin
-Can we, um
-Oh, yes, yes, yes,
yes, of course.
My gentleman caller,
Peter Snares,
has booked a table for
two at Dominguine's.
Michelin starred.
Apparently the horrible events
at his resident's home
has filled him with the urge
to make every moment count.
You don't think he's going to
propose, do you?
Uh, surely my mother's advice
would be more appropriate?
Adelaide doesn't know him.
You do.
Barely.
What do you think?
I think the mere fact that you
are consulting the Tarot
is in itself an answer.
Have you spoken to the Dean?
Wilfred is spirit and soul.
I'm flesh and blood.
Ah, the lovers.
[soft music]
A Major Arcana in the spread
of three.
This is highly significant.
How can you marry a man
on the turn of a card?
Jasper, these are not
my card readings.
These are yours.
Will this never end?
Why is it so hard to accept?
I love you both.
I can't accept.
I won't accept.
You have to choose.
Penny.
Penny, you understand.
You were happy the way it was.
I was not happy, John.
II was in love.
And it was painful.
It still is painful.
Christ, this is tearing
me apart.
I mean, why did you tell her?
Everything was fine until
two hours ago.
[scoffs] Fine?
Fine for who?
[dramatic music]
[play continues in background]
[tense crescendo]
[light music]
Francesca.
Francesca, can you hear me?
Aargh!
You don't get to decide,
John knows what he wants.
Oh, here we go.
It's all an act.
If I can't have him,
nor can you.
[gasps]
[ominous crescendo]
[gasping]
-Tanya.
-Oh.
-Oh, Tanya.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
[Tanya groans]
-Tanya.
-Urgh.
Oh, my God, Tanya.
-Oh, please.
-Bradley, do something.
There's, uh, there's
been an accident.
[audience gasps]
Is there a doctor out there?
Somebody call an ambulance.
Call an ambulance, somebody.
[woman wailing]
[panicking]
[soft music]
[siren wailing distantly]
Hi, Ma'am.
One of the actors, Tanya Loomis,
was killed on stage by
a prop knife
that seemed to have
malfunctioned.
Apparently, it didn't retract,
or something.
-Okay.
-Extra complication,
married couple Phoebe
and Bradley Sanders,
who were on stage with Tanya
while that was all going on,
their daughter, who's 14,
was attacked by someone
backstage.
She's in hospital now.
-Is she okay?
They're saying concussion.
Right.
This guy here, Mr. Markham,
he'll show you where
everything happened.
I'm gonna deal with the press.
-Break a leg.
-[chuckles]
I was on stage at the start of
the play.
Uh, five, six minutes,
said my lines, went home.
DS WINTERS: Right.
I'm finance, box office, admin,
stand-in usher if it's busy.
Not usually busy.
That's Bradley Sanders,
artistic director.
Bradley, um, DS Winters.
I'll leave you to it.
-Cheers.
-How's your daughter?
Ah, she's, um, she's under
observation. Head injury.
Got to be careful.
-And your wife?
She's, um
she's in her dressing room.
You were on stage when
Tanya Loomis was stabbed.
Yeah, um, the play requires
a knife to be used.
It was the tenth performance.
Who puts the props on stage?
Well, Vance Markham,
who you just met,
did the table and the chairs.
At the last minute, I realized
he'd forgotten the knife block.
So, you put the knife on stage?
Yeah.
Could she have pulled out
the wrong knife?
No, the others were glued in.
I've confirmed that
with your colleagues.
DS WINTERS: Okay, who checks
the props?
Well, they don't get checked
every night.
I mean, the first couple of
nights, yes.
Should your wife have
checked it?
It was the tenth performance.
You know, my wife shouldn't have
even been on the stage.
[sinister music]
She was a last-minute understudy
for Georgina.
Sorry, I'm in a hurry to
see my daughter.
Right, you stepped in for
Georgina Galvin.
Why did she drop out?
You'd have to ask Georgina.
-II'm sorry, how many more
-It must be hard,
going on as a last-minute
replacement.
I've played the role before.
Why not this time?
I was too busy.
Uh, swimming lessons,
fencing, horse-riding.
For a film role.
-Oh.
And you got the part?
I don't know.
I don't know if I even want it
after this.
[melancholic music]
[playful music]
Lyndon?
-Oh, my God, Ingrid.
-[laughs]
I'll catch up with you later.
[Ingrid laughs]
Hello.
Are you still here?
Where else would I be?
When did you get back?
About a month ago.
And you're working in
the science faculty?
Research and development.
A temporary contract.
The Dean of Life Sciences read
about a product
I helped to develop in the US.
He showed an interest
in working together
to get it past
the UK regulators, and,
well, hopefully onto the market.
All is forgiven?
One foolish comment should not
stand in the way of progress.
[chuckles] Look, I'm running
a little late.
Could you possibly hand this in
at the lab?
What is it?
A couple of DNA samples.
Just want to know if
there's a match.
Oh, well, I'll do it.
I'll run the test.
Give me a chance to
see you again.
Oh, marvelous.
-Hmm.
-Thank you.
See you soon.
[door opens]
[hospital machine beeping]
[background Tannoy announcement]
[knocking on door]
Hi.
Francesca?
I'mDC Highsmith.
Chloe.
How are you feeling?
Sore.
Sad.
Really fuzzy.
-Mm.
I just wanted to see
if there's anything
you might want us to
know about what happened?
I have hardly any memory of what
happened last night.
What I was told, somebody picked
up the bust of old Shakespeare
and hit me over the head
with it.
Dragged me into a store cupboard
and that's where Georgina
found me.
Can you remember anything else?
I have a vague sense I saw
somebody
somebody tall.
But after that, nothing.
Can you think of anybody who
might want to hurt you?
No.
No one.
-This is before the play,
so, would the knife have already
been on stage?
Uh, probably not, um
it's always a little bit
last minute.
So, whoever attacked you,
they could have done
something to it?
Somebody tampered with
the knife?
My dad said it was an accident.
[stammers]
We, we don't know anything.
Whoever hit me, you think
I saw them
tamper with the knife?
-I don't know anything.
Just, I mean, just forget
[suspenseful music]
just pretend I didn't say
anything.
GEORGINA: I found Francesca
over there.
Made sure she was breathing.
Bradley, her father, came
storming in
and that's when he tells me that
Phoebe stabbed Tanya.
Bradley told me it should have
been you on stage.
Why did you pull out?
Migraine.
But you were backstage during
the performance.
Mm. To pick up my script,
the migraine had passed.
Where d'you live?
Fordham.
That's a long way to come
for a script,
which I'm guessing you
could have just downloaded.
It has all my notes in it.
Before you went home,
did you see anyone?
Anything made you suspicious?
Tanya brought her boyfriend,
Fabian, backstage.
Bad enough as that was,
they were having a row.
I heard a smash coming from
their dressing room.
Knowing what Fabian was capable
of, I knocked on their door.
And how do you know
what he's capable of?
[scoffs] I used to date Fabian.
At one time, he punched a hole
in my bedroom wall.
Men who punch holes in walls
tend not to stop there.
[tense music]
And what happened when you
intervened?
Tanya said I was
making it worse.
The look in his eye.
What?
When I knew Tanya was dead,
I just kept thinking
he did it.
Tanya Loomis' boyfriend,
Fabian Royle.
He's a fashion photographer.
Uniform couldn't locate him at
his usual address,
and, um, he didn't show up
for work today.
Did Fabian have any opportunity
to swap the knives?
Apparently, he liked to hang
around backstage.
Oh, right. So, Francesca's
memory loss
could hold all the answers,
yeah?
There are two main forms
of amnesia.
With retrograde, one is unable
to recall past memories.
Anti-retrograde means new
memories for a while
cannot be formed.
So, Francesca has retrograde?
There is a third type.
Post-traumatic dissociative
memory loss.
The effects last minutes or
months.
With Francesca, it would appear
to have lasted for hours.
Mm. She said things were still
a bit fuzzy.
Is there still a chance she'll
remember who her attacker was?
It depends on the extent of
the injury.
And what about her?
Georgina Galvin's the one who
found Francesca in the cupboard.
And she's the one who was meant
to be on stage?
Yeah, she's got this
flimsy excuse
for coming back to the theater.
Well, if she did kill her,
why would she come back?
To make sure Francesca's dead.
[mysterious music]
Go on.
Okay, so, say it is Georgina,
and Francesca saw her
with the knife.
So, she whacks her, and she
stuffs her in a cupboard.
But on the way home she thinks,
what if Francesca's not dead?
She's gonna tell everyone
she saw me.
So, then she comes back,
but before she can finish
the job,
she's seen.
-By who?
-Bradley Sanders.
Which is why she has to make up
this nonsense
about coming back for a script.
Whoever it was that swapped
the knives,
if Francesca saw them,
they aren't gonna wait to see
if her memory comes back.
We need to protect her.
[dramatic music]
[background Tannoy announcement]
Hi.
Who are you?
I'm Chloe.
Wewe met this morning.
Yes.
Sorry.
What's he doing here?
Well, it's standard procedure
when there's an investigation.
-Was Tanya murdered?
-We don't know.
Did someone tamper
with the knife?
Is that why there's an armed
officer outside?
He's not armed
Well, what good is he
if he's not armed?
Francesca.
For all we know the killer
could be in the building.
He could be dressed as a nurse.
Francesca
look at me.
Calm down.
I'm sorry.
Where's all this coming from?
Overactive imagination,
it's what mum says.
Have your parents been
to see you?
My dad was here earlier.
Uh, he couldn't stay.
What about your mum?
Um, she's at home.
She's not great with stress.
Okay. Listen to me.
We are doing everything we can
to find the person who's
responsible.
Chloe, I'm so sorry,
this is so silly.
What?
I know he's probably good
at his job
and everything, but
I feel scared.
Could it be you out there?
[brush scrubbing]
[grunts]
Not good for the sprung
flooring, blood.
Vance, could you show us
backstage again?
[water slops]
That's where the bust of
Shakespeare usually sits.
It was used to knock out
Francesca.
You know, if Georgina
hadn't dropped out,
Tanya would still be alive.
Georgina's approach was subtle.
She used the knife like it was
an embrace.
Phoebe was moredirect.
[clanging, shouting]
[high tempo suspenseful music]
What's that?
No idea, they're not rehearsing.
Right.
[dramatic music]
FABIAN: Get out of my way.
She killed my Tanya,
so where is she?
-Fabian!
-Where's your wife?
-Hey!
-Where's your wife?
She killed her, where is she?
[grunting]
[punch]
BRADLEY: It's not her fault!
Where is your wife?
[men struggling]
BRADLEY: It was an accident!
Argh. Argh. Hah.
[suspenseful music]
There's been athere's been
a bit of an incident up there.
Your friend said to meet him
at the station.
What is this for?
Uhno idea.
Try the props department.
The one job I don't bloody do
around here.
What happened to your lip?
Accidental, not a problem.
Really?
Yeah.
[door opens]
[chair scrapes]
Interview commenced at 14:06
with Fabian Royale.
And solicitor present,
conducted by DCI Goswami,
and DS Winters.
Last night, you and Tanya Loomis
were overheard
having an argument.
Got pretty heated.
What was it about?
I don't see how this
is relevant.
Do you want us to find out
who killed Tanya?
-Yeah.
-Then let us do our job.
What were you arguing about?
Georgina.
Your ex.
Why?
'Cause I was talking to her.
Georgina, she was upset.
She said, um, she didn't expect
to see me.
That I caught her by surprise.
And
Tanya just
flew into one.
I had no idea she could be
like that.
Did you make up?
No.
No, we didn't.
-Did she dump you?
She said some things
she didn't mean.
Okay, so you had a row,
and then what happened?
I went to a pub.
Then I went to see a mate.
Which pub?
The Grapes.
Can anyone vouch for that?
I didn't stay.
I walked in,
saw Georgina there
and walked straight back out.
Well, we can get CCTV
to check that.
Fabian, did you swap the knives?
[tense music]
What?
No.
[scoffs]
DS WINTERS: You told me you had
a migraine and went home.
We have CCTV of you arriving at
The Grapes pub at 10 to 7,
and leaving just before 8.
[dramatic music]
You didn't go home, did you?
And you didn't go back to get
the script.
Perverting the course of justice
in a murder investigation
could result in
a custodial sentence.
I just had a few drinks.
I should never drink red wine.
What did you do, Georgina?
I fell prey
to the green-eyed monster.
Knowing Tanya was on stage,
I went into her dressing room.
I took her phone, a debit card,
and some cash.
Can you prove that?
I still have them.
[distant siren blaring]
No.
I'm releasing Georgina.
-Despite the theft and the lies?
-Yeah.
Ma'am, she's got a motive.
As does Fabian Royle.
The only person who isn't
a suspect
is the one person who stabbed
Tanya Loomis to death
in front of 70 eyewitnesses.
What do we know about
Phoebe Sanders?
Find out.
[background chatter]
Will you get paid for this?
They don't know I'm here.
The officer that just left,
he'll get paid.
-Sorry.
-No, no, no, no, no.
It's okay.
Has there been any news?
About the investigation?
Not yet.
Have you
remembered anything?
No.
Shapes.
Nothing, really.
I'm sure it's going to come back
to you.
I'm gonna be just outside if you
need anything.
Do you like your job?
Why would you ask me that?
Well
it's important to be happy,
isn't it?
I'm happy when other people
are happy.
Me too.
We're the same. [laughs]
You should try and get
some sleep.
Good night, Chloe
DC Highsmith.
[gentle opera music]
Goodnight.
Hello?
In here.
Oh, sorry.
There were no lights on,
I assumed you were out.
If you're looking for
the watering can,
it's on the table.
Yes, I did notice that one
or two of my plants
were looking a little bit, um
Tired?
Yes.
What happened to the restaurant?
I didn't have your phone number.
Not beyond you to find the
restaurant's telephone number.
Zelda
II wasn't able to
to begin with
I had no idea you'd be here.
That felt like an ambush.
And then your invitation
for cocktails.
Mocktails.
I couldn't.
I'm sorry.
Will you pose for me?
Make amends.
I've never been stood up before.
[light music]
Now, you can sit.
[chair scrapes]
Thank you.
You have a good face.
[camera clicking]
[up tempo music]
Dodo you always use
the same camera?
It's what's on the other side of
the camera that counts.
Ah.
Smile for me.
Yeah, there you go, that's good.
I want you to stand up.
And look at you, or over there?
No, just look like Napoleon.
Hmm.
No, that's not good enough.
[laughs]
Tee-hee. Cute, that's very good.
No, that's better.
-Braces off.
-Braces? Oh, no.
Yes, yes.
Come on, just do it.
Do it, do it, do it. Yes.
Lovely.
[laughs]
[happy dance music]
[emotional music]
[laughs]
Golly.
I hardly recognize myself.
It's not my job to capture what
you look like.
I have to find out who you
really are.
I'd better go.
[footsteps receding]
[melancholic music]
[sinister music]
Urgh.
[grunting]
-Stay down, stay down!
-Argh, ow. Gah!
-Dad?
-[grunts]
I just wanted to see
my daughter.
Gahand you're hurting me!
-DS WINTERS: Morning, Ma'am.
-Morning.
Is Chloe here?
She just got here.
She's pretty worried.
So she should be.
What have you got?
Phoebe Sanders was admitted to
the Kinsell Psychiatric Clinic
last year.
She stayed for six weeks.
-Do we know why?
Not the kind of information they
give out, but, um,
there might be another way.
She attends
family therapy sessions
with her husband and daughter.
They see Dr. Goldberg.
Oh? Right.
I'll deal with that.
Okay.
Come in.
Thanks, DS Winters. Good work.
Close the door on your way out.
Yeah.
Okay. I'm all ears.
Can I just start by saying
No, just tell me what happened.
Francesca didn't trust
the officer that was on duty.
So, you told her not to worry,
let the police do their job.
Yeah?
-I offered to take his place.
Who gave you that authority?
-No one, Ma'am.
-So, having compromised
a young PC and yourself,
what happens next?
-When Mr. Sanders arrived
-No, before that.
I fell asleep.
I've been pulling all-nighters
to prepare for this exam.
So, you fell asleep on duty
and then you assaulted a man
visiting his daughter.
A man who the previous night had
witnessed the sudden,
shocking death of
a close friend,
and an attack on his daughter.
Yeah?
[disappointed sigh]
I spoke to Mr. Sanders.
He's not pressing charges,
so, consider yourself lucky.
Chloe
I'll be looking for an
improvement
over the coming weeks, yeah?
You do not want something
like this
on your permanent record.
No, Ma'am, thank you.
[drumming]
[drumsticks clatter]
[phone rings]
DCI Goswami, how may I help you?
Professor, um, I've just been
informed that
Phoebe Sanders attends therapy
sessions with Dr. Goldberg.
Now, I know what you're
gonna say,
she has a duty of
confidentiality to her clients,
I know. But Francesca's life
may still be in danger.
So, we absolutely need
any information
you can get from Dr. Goldberg.
Very well.
I will see her in 27 minutes.
Thank you. Thank you.
[phone beeps]
[footsteps approaching]
You've started smoking.
[sniffs]
I nicked it off the duty sarge.
I heard about what happened.
Remember I said,
we've all had our moments.
One day I'll tell you mine.
Cannot be worse than last night.
I did a stint in Colchester.
Well, the station's got
a flat roof.
And, uh
my sergeant tells me
they're gonna start
using the roof as a heliport.
And, uh, and he needs aa
volunteer to go up there
and paint a huge H,
so the choppers will know
where to land.
So, Mr. Eager,
I go up there with my brush,
a tin of yellow paint.
And II've almost got it
finished
when, um
when one of the inspectors
appears
and wants to know what
in God's name I'm doing.
-[laughs]
-And I'm like, no, no, no.
It's for the helicopters.
-[laughs]
[soft music]
Of course, as soon as I say it,
I know I've been done.
[laughs]
Thank you.
That's alright.
[giggles]
Ah.
[crow cawing]
Is it a match?
A match?
Now, you know you can't
ask me that.
Science still has a vestigial
trace of ethics.
Is it for somebody
in your family?
Not exactly.
Maybe it's something you don't
need to know.
[laughs]
Why on earth did they fire you?
Have a drink with me
and I'll tell you.
I need to talk to you about
Phoebe Sanders.
-What?
-She comes to you
for family therapy.
Uh, may I come in?
No, you may not.
[door opens]
Uh
is this because I ascribed
my progress
to percussion therapy?
A woman who bangs drums
for a living
may be many things,
but a therapist she is not.
The police believe that Phoebe's
daughter, Francesca,
saw the killer swap the knives.
If that is the case, Francesca's
life may be in danger.
Alright.
Yeah.
Why was Phoebe Sanders admitted
to the Kinsell Clinic?
I, uh
I will only use such information
as is absolutely necessary.
You've heard of
Alexander Cummings?
Scottish watchmaker who invented
the flush toilet.
[laughs]
Well, this Alexander Cummings
is a very well-known actor.
Phoebe was to play his love
interest in a TV drama.
The producer's happy,
the director's happy,
everybody's happy except
Alexander Cummings.
He wants another woman
to play the role,
someone 10 years
younger than him.
Anyway, Phoebe lost the role.
She threatened Cummings.
She fell into a depression,
can't get out of bed.
Her clinic diagnose
psychomotor retardation.
Hm.
Was it her decision to be
admitted to Kinsell?
Under pressure from the police
and her husband.
And Francesca?
Francesca got packed off
to boarding school,
which she hated.
[soft music]
I'm beginning to wonder whether
Francesca's memory loss
is a convenient fiction.
You have culled your books.
[footsteps receding]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Mrs. Sanders.
This is Professor Tempest,
he's a consultant on the case.
-Pleased to meet you.
-Francesca
remember me?
You attacked my dad.
Yeah, you're, uh, doing better.
Slowly.
The Professor would like to
conduct an experiment.
Are you okay with that?
Well, I'm not.
What sort of experiment?
You know what
she's been through.
I'm very well aware what
Francesca has been through,
and also what you have
been through.
Can we see what
Francesca thinks?
I'm okay with it.
Hm.
The experiment is simple,
bordering on the primitive.
Nothing to worry about.
You're looking well.
Have you had your stitches
out yet?
Not yet.
I'm sure it'll be soon.
Which cup is the ball under?
Oh.
My mother trod the boards
as an amateur.
I remember her telling me every
play is the same.
It begins with a lie and ends
with the truth.
[jaunty music]
Shall we try again?
Left one?
Wrong again.
And again.
Right.
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
Careful.
We've only just got it back.
Your forensic bods have already
been all over it.
What you find
often depends on
what you are looking for.
[suspenseful music]
[muffled background talking]
Are they rehearsing?
Yeah, play's back on next week.
Got investors to think about.
I can't accept, I won't accept.
You must choose.
You understand, don't you?
You were happy with
the way it was.
Not happy, John, I was in love.
And it was painful.
That test
with my daughter.
I cannot discuss that.
Your husband is very persuasive
to convince Georgina
to continue.
The show must go on.
I disagree.
The show is very near its end.
JOHN: Why is it so hard
to accept?
I love you
[seat clatters]
-I won't accept.
You must choose.
Penny, you understand,
don't you?
[phone ringing]
JOHN: Penny, you understand,
don't you?
Right
so, we're ready to make
an arrest.
I just want to make sure we're
on the same page.
Who is the arrestee?
DS WINTERS: Phoebe Sanders.
So, Phoebe was up for a part
in a film.
The producer practically
promised her the part.
But the director had other
ideas.
He wanted Tanya,
and told her to keep it quiet
until he could confirm it.
We got access to Tanya Loomis'
phone.
Tanya's last text to him,
"I think Phoebe knows. Call me."
And armed with the information
that she was about to
lose the role to Tanya,
Phoebe decided to
swap the knives
and let Georgina remove her
career obstacle?
-Hm-mm.
-Yeah, Georgina drops out
and Phoebe decides to go along
with it anyway.
Hm.
The evidence you have amassed
would secure a conviction.
However, it would also be
a miscarriage of justice.
Ma'am? Sorry to interrupt, uh,
Phoebe Sanders is in reception.
She wants to confess.
Someone's slipping.
First time for everything.
When I told everyone
what Phoebe Sanders said,
you looked like
you didn't believe it.
I've been studying non-verbal
leakage for my resit,
so I can tell when somebody's
lying.
Something you should
be aware of,
non-verbal leakage is least
in evidence
when dealing with lawyers,
blackjack players,
people who sell
second-hand cars,
politicians, and actors.
Their livelihoods depend on
an ability to control their
movements.
If you're right and she
is lying,
what should I be looking for?
LAWYER: for the record that
my client is here
at their own volition.
Verbal leakage.
I've prepared a statement.
Put the paper down, Phoebe.
Just in your own words.
[suspenseful music]
As an actor, when a role is
promised to you,
and you've
[sighs] you've worked so hard,
it
to have it snatched away
Just tell us what you did.
I looked for a knife
in one of the tool kits
in the walk-in store cupboard.
[sinister music]
I found a kitchen knife
that looked
almost exactly like
the real one.
-There.
-I removed the prop
and replaced it with
the real one.
Verbal leakage, too much detail.
DS WINTERS: And what
about Francesca?
PHOEBE: I didn't see her.
It was dark, I
I didn't know it was her.
You hid your daughter
in a store cupboard?
Made sure she was breathing.
I made her comfortable.
Phoebe Sanders, you are charged
with the murder of Tanya Loomis.
Good job.
You, uh, gained the trust of
Francesca, didn't you?
-I think so.
-Right, well, I think the news
of her mum's confession
is best coming from you.
I agree. That would be
the kindest way.
There is just one problem.
-No.
Phoebe Sanders is not
the killer.
[sighs]
Francesca injured herself,
so that she would be
beyond suspicion.
What? Phoebe has just confessed.
She does not want to see
her daughter locked up.
Yeah, well, I still don't get
why Francesca
would injure herself.
-The injury
made the amnesia seem credible,
enabling her to avoid
difficult questions.
But you tested her amnesia.
She got almost all of them
wrong.
Yes, nine out of ten wrong
on a 50-50 chance.
If the amnesia were genuine,
she would have been correct
50 percent of the time.
And if she is faking amnesia,
we must ask ourselves why.
-Hang on, hang on.
Just go back a step.
How do you know that
Francesca injured herself?
[sinister beat]
As confirmed by forensics,
the bust of Shakespeare had,
on its base,
traces of the same blue paint
found on the store
cupboard shelf.
There were no such marks
on the plinth
where it usually sat.
Francesca placed it
on the shelf,
crouched underneath,
and used a pole to bring it down
upon her own head.
Why would she do any of that?
To protect her mother.
And herself.
The idea that her mother might
suffer another episode
filled her with horror,
and she was determined
to never again experience
the hell of boarding school.
Professor, we have a credible
confession.
You're not offering me any hard
proof here.
Francesca lives in a world of
make-believe.
If we are to attain the truth,
we must confront her
with reality.
[suspenseful music]
[background Tannoy announcement]
[knocking on door]
Hey.
Hi.
You're looking really well.
My dad'll be here any minute.
Francesca, I'm gonna need you to
come with me.
Okay.
[dramatic violin music]
How much longer is this
going to take?
Mum.
No.
I'm taking care of it.
No, no, Mum!
No, no, no!
Mum!
I'm sorry.
[sobbing]
Francesca
did you swap the knives?
Yes.
And injure yourself?
So that I wouldn't be a suspect.
Francesca
why did you do it?
[melancholic music]
I wanted my mum to get
the film role.
I thought she had it.
My dad told me
they'd chosen Tanya.
And with Tanya out of the way
I don't want to go to prison.
Well, hello. [chuckles]
Um, well, look, thank you for
agreeing to meet me.
Yes, you sounded
rather enigmatic.
Oh
[laughs]
did I?
Good evening, would you like
something to drink?
Yyes.
Um, do you make your ice cubes
with mineral water?
I don't think so.
In that case,
I should like a glass of
still mineral water with no ice.
I'll just, um, have a glass of
the house red.
-Of course.
-Thank you.
[soft background music]
Well, look, um, the solicitors
for the Sanders family have
asked me to prepare a
psychological report
on Francesca.
And I
hoped that you might have
some thoughts
that could serve as mitigation.
A fantasy-prone personality
was identified by Wilson
and Barber
in the 1980s.
It has been used
with some success
as a defense in
the United States.
Right.
So, growing up in a house
where the lines between fantasy
and reality were
frequently blurred.
Yes.
And then watching people die
and come back to life again
every night since she was
five years old.
Indeed. It is significant
that she sought to
solve her problems onstage.
Yes.
I think I failed her.
No, you did not.
I know how you work.
You did not fail anyone.
Dad?
In here.
You alright?
Prodigal returns.
Sorry about band practice.
I've been up to here with work.
The lads are talking about
getting a replacement.
Found it in the rehearsal room.
Do you want one of your
zero percents?
Cheers.
Swung by the cemetery earlier.
[bottles clink]
Chat with your mum.
Dad
Lisa's grave could do with
a tidy.
-Dad.
-I've got the time.
-No.
-It's no bother.
Don't.
Seriously, just leave it.
-Son, you need to talk.
-Dad!
[sighs]
Look, I'm shattered.
Shouldn't have come round.
Sorry.
[door opens]
Hello. Could I have the bill,
please?
I cannot allow you to pay.
Oh, [laughs] don't be so
old-fashioned.
You've paid for this anyway,
many times over.
At £100 an hour.
[laughs] 95, thank you very
much.
[chuckles]
What happened to your books?
Sorry?
A week ago, they were
all wearing
bright pink stickers.
This week, they have vanished.
Or would the answer
to my question
permanently capsize the
therapeutic relationship?
Well, my husband took them.
He moved out.
We've been sharing the house,
um,
but estranged.
Three years.
Three years?
We were waiting for the
housing market to change.
Amicable.
Hm.
[taxi rumbles]
Well
are you sure you don't
want to share?
Mine will be here in a minute.
Right.
[chuckles]
[sweeping orchestral music]
[footsteps receding]
[door closes]