Inspector Lewis (2006–2015): Season 5, Episode 3 - The Mind Has Mountains - full transcript

Call the guinea pigs, would you?

I don't know what
you're talking about. You do!

You've been the same ever since
we got here, staring at her.

It's rubbish. This whole thing
is just messing with your head.

Alex says it's pill-time.

Have you seen Amy?

Amy.

I don't like what they're doing
to me. What are they doing to you?

Come for my fix, Doctor.

There you go, Shauna.

What are you doing in here?



WOMAN: Hello, Adam. I'm looking for
Amy. Time for the happy pills.

Oh, God.

Thanks. I suppose so.
I wanna go and buy some paint.

Really?
Yeah.

Could everybody make sure that they
take their pills before they eat?

OK, there's plenty for everyone.
Dane. Thanks.

What have you got for me?
Pizza.

Is that all?
And a kiss.

Hi. I ordered a takeaway. Hathaway.
OK.

"Pilau rice, lamb pasanda, chicken
vindaloo. Don't spare the spices."

Perfect.

Who's that?
Er...

Here we go. I've given you
free cucumber raita.

Free raita. Excellent. Thank you.



Keep the change.
Thank you.

So this man wakes up
in a terrible state

and he calls
his psychiatrist and says, "I need
to come and see you right away."

When he gets there he says,
"I had the most terrible dream.

I dreamt that I raped my mother,
I killed my wife

and seduced my daughter.

And I called you
the second I woke up

and then I had a piece of toast and
some coffee and came straight here."

The shrink says,
"What? Call that a breakfast?"

Oh, well.
It is a psychiatrist's joke.

Oh, a Jewish psychiatrist's joke.

Well, I thought it was funny,
in a gentle sort of way.

I'm going to bed.

(SIGHS) Can we watch some TV?

(NOISE OUTSIDE DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

What happened?

She was just lying there.

He was here first. I just got here.

Morning, sir.
Morning.

Morning, sir.
What have we got?

One deceased damsel,
name of Amy Katz.

Theology student, Wolsey College.

Why was she in the
Dean's lodgings at Beaumont College
three weeks before term begins?

I'll get to that.
Amy's body was on the ground below
the room she was sleeping in.

Cause of death is a
blow to the skull by a rock hitting
the head or the head hitting a rock.

Suicide? Dr Hobson
is consulting the cadaver even now.

You're very chipper this morning,
James. I'm crying inside.

So, what was she doing here?

College hired out the lodgings
to a pharmaceutical company
for a drug trial.

Amy was a participant.

What kind of drug trial?
New anti-depressant.

The trial's being supervised by
Dr Alex Gansa, psychiatry professor
at the college.

He lives in Summertown.
Where is he now?

The other participants
are in their rooms

but the college want to know
when we're going to let them out.
Let's let the blood dry first, eh?

So, who are the others?
Two students. Well, one now.

Two kids from town,
work in a warehouse.

An ex-soldier, currently unemployed,
and a dog-walker sans dogs.

Strange mix. Right, you talk to
Dr Gansa. I'll talk to Dr Hobson.

What?
No. Nothing.

Laura.

Theology student.

Seems rather...
Quaint. Yes.

Studying God
in this city of atheists.

And that was her room, hm?

Yeah. But there are no signs
of a struggle there.

No defence-wounds on her,
nothing under the fingernails.

Just the blunt-force trauma
to the left parietal.

Still, the fall alone
would have been enough to...

Don't ask me if it's suicide
or murder because I don't know.

Right.

Time of death?
About four hours ago.

Give or take an hour.

You OK, Laura?
Me?

Here, with a lovely young body
cut off in its prime?

Happy as Larry.

What d'you know about this Dr Gansa?

Nothing much.
Supposed to be brilliant.

I'm running a trial on
a psychotropic drug called Ketarex.

Plowden Pharmaceuticals
provided the funds.

I designed the trial and
selected the participants.

Selected them how?
I asked for volunteers

by putting up posters
in the local hospitals and the
university Psychiatry department.

What's Ketarex supposed to do?
It's an anti-depressant,

the active ingredient in which
is ketamine.

Ketamine's a Class C drug.
It's illegal.

Unless it's prescribed by a doctor.
One of which I am.

The National Institute of Health
ran a trial in the US

that showed spectacular improvements
in terminally depressed patients.

I'm working with Plowden to see
if that success can be replicated.

The people you selected
are suffering from depression?

Some did, some didn't.

How did this...trial work?

Apart from not working very well,
obviously.

The trialists were paid to stay for
a week while they took the drug.

This is day six.
I was here 18 hours a day.

My research assistant,
Bethan Vickery, day and night.

We monitored the participants'
mental and physical wellbeing.

They were also encouraged
to record their...

thoughts, feelings, sensations
direct to a roving camera

and also in a confidential
video booth.

Could the Ketarex have contributed
to Amy's death?

Sorry, you're an odd policeman.

I mean, you...
You're odd FOR a policeman.

Is this a second career, perhaps?

We're talking about YOU.

Could the drug
have contributed to her death?

I've no idea.

Then do you know of
any reason why she might have
wanted to kill herself?

Did she kill herself?
We don't know.

Well, then my speculation
won't help you.

Laura Hobson was very odd.

She didn't know the dead girl,
did she?

Gerard Manley Hopkins,
the unhappy priest.

One poem underlined.

"O, the mind
Mind has mountains

Cliffs of fall

Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there"

Sounds like she was suicidal.

My speculation won't help you.
Very funny.

Tell us about the ketamine.

As far as I know, it's either used
as a horse anaesthetic

or a drug of choice at raves. And...
given that Amy wasn't a horse...

She could have been high.
They all could.

Right, you get the statements.
I'll find out about the film.

Oh, no,
Amy would never kill herself.

It must have been
someone in this house. One of us.

Do you have any suspicions, Shauna?

I really don't want to speculate.

Yes, you do.
Go on, knock yourself out.

Him with the beard. Dane.

Creepy.

Did you hear anything in the night?
Not until the sirens.

The cops. You lot.

What about Amy? Impressions?

I've been through some bad stuff.

I got a way about me
makes people nervous.

But not Amy. When she talked to you,
she looked you in the eye.

Did she seem happy in herself?

D'you mean was she crazy? No.

No reason to kill herself, then,
that you could discern?

Well, she was under quite a bit
of pressure. Work? Exams?

People.

But I don't want to name names.
Sure you do.

That townie, Jack Collins,
wouldn't leave her alone.

I was thirsty.
I came down to get a drink and
that's when I saw Adam Douglas.

What was he doing?

He was outside, all freaked out.

Then he knelt down.
I went to the window and
that's when I saw Amy lying there.

Adam was beside her,
just touching her.

I went outside, he shouted
at me that it was all my fault.

What did he mean by that?
I've no idea. He's cracked.

Did you like Amy?

I didn't really pay her
much attention, to be honest.

What woke you, Jack?
I said. I was thirsty.

I'd had a long night.

Doing what?

He was doing me all night until he
came downstairs to get me a drink.

So...Jack's your boyfriend?
No. I screw anything that moves.

Course he's my boyfriend.

I heard he liked Amy.
Well, that's rubbish.

Did you like her?

She's OK. I mean, she wanted you
to like her, didn't she?

What happened?
She was just lying there.

He was here first. I just got here.

That's how I found her.
Why were you outside?

I was woken by them shouting.
I grabbed the camera and ran.

It was instinctive. Dr Gansa told me
to record everything.

I'm sorry. It must seem ghoulish.

Well, it is a psychiatrist's joke.

Oh, a Jewish psychiatrist's joke.

Well, I thought it was funny,
in a gentle sort of way.

I'm going to bed.

Can we watch some TV?

What about the footage from
the video booth? Is that here, too?

Yes, but it's confidential.
Only Dr Gansa can access it.

How long have you been
working for him?

Four years. My postgrad studies.
Long time.

I'm one of those sad people -
the perpetual student.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Ah, Alex.
Bethan.

We'll take it from here.
What's going on?

Inspector Lewis? I'm Julius Fisher.
I run the Psychiatry department.

How can I help you?
The film footage. It belongs to
Plowden Pharmaceuticals.

It doesn't matter.
It could be relevant to our inquiry.

This is a clinical trial
and its participants have a right
to privacy.

Doctor-patient confidentiality.
I take it you've heard of that.

I can't allow you to use
what could just be a tragic accident

as an excuse
to trample patients' rights.

They think they've found
a murder weapon.

No accident. She was murdered.

Right, this room is off limits.

If anybody tries to come in,
arrest them.

Laura? Are you sure about this?

Here's your murder weapon.

It's clean.

Microscopic traces
of blood and hair.

Is it too much
to hope for fingerprints?

Sorry. It was wiped clean and
then hidden beneath other rocks.

Your killer battered Amy to death

and then did everything possible
to conceal the act.

See you back at the station.

BETHAN: Each day's film is filed by
date, each booth recording by name
of participant.

Is this computer the only place
the footage is stored? Yes.

Though Dr Gansa can access it
from his office or home.

OK. I'll do a memory jump.

Have you seen it all? The footage?

What I shot, yes. Though it was
rather in one eye, out the other,
as it were.

The video booth stuff, no.

That's between
doctor and patient. Private.
Which is how I think it should stay.

Amy's dead.
It can hardly hurt her any more.

On the film footage,
Amy's last seen alive at 9pm.

And the body was found
at 5:27 the next morning.

Time of death? Three or four hours
before that. You find anything?

Adam and Jack were awake early.
Both had the hots for Amy,
though Jack denies it.

He says he was
having sex with Karen all night,
which she was happy to confirm.

Dog-walker, Shauna,
thinks ex-soldier, Dane, is creepy
and therefore he did it.

Dane says he was asleep.

Basically, any of them
could have done it.

Even Bethan the film-maker.

Easiest thing in the world

to invite Amy out for
a moonlight walk in the garden,
bash her head in,

then go back to bed
and wait for the body to be
discovered. And all for a drug.

Take a pill and
all your problems disappear.

(CRASHING, SHOUTING)

(GROANS)

Hey!

Enough!

You just hit a woman. And worse,
you hit a police officer.

It was an accident. That nutcase
jumped me. He's out of control.

He's the one was assaulted.
Lock HIM up.

It's nothing, all right?
He's a wimp.

Get Gansa to take a look at him.

The rest of you go back
to your rooms! For how long?

You pushed me! Stop pushing me.

I'm sick of this place.

We'll get to you as soon as we can.
Please, just stay in your rooms.

(MOBILE RINGS)

Yeah, Lewis.

Right. I'm on my way.

Amy's father,
come to identify the body.

There's a fight going on outside
your room but you don't come out.

I've seen enough fights, thanks.

Adam and Jack, they're young.
Let 'em fight.

So you know who it was. D'you know
what it was about? Amy, of course.

If I was younger, I might have
fought over her too.

But not now.
No.

Not now.

She was my daughter.

I'm sorry.

At least this time there's a body.

Sir?

Her brother, Matthew, died this year
in Afghanistan.

In his case, I was
told that what was left of his body
wasn't worth seeing.

Were he and Amy close?

Yes.

Did you know she was taking part
in this drug trial?

No. But I encouraged
her to do as much, to explore as
many different things as she could.

Anything to take her mind
off her brother.

Her therapist gave the same advice.

She was in therapy?
Yes.

With a Dr...Gansa.

She was severely depressed
by her brother's death.

She needed professional help.

Why didn't Gansa tell us
that he was Amy's therapist?

I'm sure he had a good reason.
Yeah, I can think of one.

He shouldn't enter his own patient
in a drug trial.

Maybe she entered herself. Or maybe
he thought it would help her. Right.

Stuff her with psychotropic drugs -
that's a great help.

All right, Robbie. Calm down.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm just a bit...upset.

About what?
Isn't it obvious?

Hope I'm not interrupting anything.

I see.

Well, I'll leave you BOYS to it.

I had a call from Amy's college.
Her tutor, Caroline Eagleton,

wants to speak to the officer
in charge of the investigation,
which would be you, sir.

Right.

This way.
Right.

I only got to know Amy
last term, really.

She was pretty independent
before that.

But, well, losing her brother
rather sobered her up.

Do you know why someone
might want to kill her?

Killed? Not suicide?

Killed. Murdered.

That's a relief, I suppose.
For her family, at least.

A relief?

Students kill themselves.

Late teens, early 20s.
The first glimpse into the void.

And then it's me, with the fathers
and mothers gaping like goldfish,

saying, "But why? Why?"

And all I can do is gape back and
say, "I don't know. I don't know."

Oh, bother.

Perhaps...you didn't lock it.

Oh, of course. Do come in.

Anyway, Dr Eagleton, you called us.
Do you have any information
about Amy's death?

Unfortunately, I do.

Then...what is it?

Hold your horses, sonny,
I've got it all written down.

Could you just...tell us, please?

Well, five months ago, Amy reported
that she was being harassed

by one of the other students
at Wolsey.

The usual stuff.
Following her from lectures,

sending ardent, angry texts, e-mail.
Other electronica.

Who's the student?
We spoke to him.

He promised to desist. He did not.

We were about to suspend him but,
well, his family's quite wealthy.

Don't tell me. Money talked.
No. No.

They put pressure, certainly.
But it was Amy. She talked.

She said she could control him,
that she wasn't scared. So...
And we did nothing.

If it turns out to be him, may God
forgive me because I'll never
forgive myself. Here.

Proctor's report. Statements.
And...the boy's name.

Adam Douglas.

You know him?
Yeah.

And don't be too quick
to forgive yourself.

Dr Gansa, I want to talk to you.
Well, I'm at your disposal.

I'll go and get Adam Douglas.

This is my wife, Claire.

Claire, this is the inspector
I was telling you about. Yes.

I'll see you later, darling.
Yes, OK.

What's eating you? Why didn't you
tell us Amy Katz was your patient?

Why should I? It wasn't relevant.

Any information about her
state of mind's relevant! You had
that information by the bucketful!

He's gone. Went out the window and
across the garden.

Congratulations, Baynes.

Get back up there. Try not to lose
anyone else. Sir. Sorry, sir.

I'm onto it. I'll check
train and bus stations.

Were you aware of Adam Douglas's
threatening behaviour towards Amy?

She told me, yes.
Yet you let him in on the trial.

A week in a room right next door
to hers. A highly supervised week.

You solve psychological problems
by addressing them, not by running
away from them.

She ended up dead.
Was that part of the solution?

Is there anything else?

If Amy was severely depressed
by her brother's death, why did you
enter her into a drug trial?

Who diagnosed
this severe depression? Her father.

Is he a psychologist? Psychiatrist?
He's her father!

Therefore a profoundly unreliable
source of psychological data.

Now, I have teaching duties,
patients.

I live ten minutes away. You have
all my numbers. Can I go now?

Pretty please.

Can't be too careful.

(SIREN)

I'm telling you, Amy was dead when
I found her. I never hurt her.

Then why did you try to run away?

I knew you'd dig up that stupid
report and completely misread it.

Trying to break into her room,
harassing her with phone calls. How
do you expect me to read it?

As proof of love. Which is what it
was. Which is what Amy knew it was.

Then why run? And...where were
you planning on going

with 30 quid
and an out-of-date passport?

As far as master plans go,
it's pretty stupid.

I'm the one studying
Classics at Oxford. And you're
the one working in this toilet.

So just watch
who you're calling "stupid".

We're both in the toilet, Adam,
but...I can leave.

He's a possible, you know.
That temper.

And he tried to run. Hang on to him.

He deserves a night in the cells,
anyway -

being rude about
your nice police station.

What about the others?
The college is asking how long
we'll be camped on their grounds.

Why? The drug trial wasn't due
to finish till tomorrow, anyway.

A discreet drug trial wasn't getting
in their way like we are.

No, it was just wasting time
and money.

Not a fan of these drugs, Lewis? Not
a fan of shrinks generally, ma'am.

You should talk some sense
into him, Hathaway.

Unless, of course,
I agree with him, ma'am.

You're supposed to drag Lewis out of
the Dark Ages, not join him there.

Anyway, how much longer do you need
to hold these people at the college?

Get their addresses. Tell
them not to leave Oxford without
informing us, and let them go.

Sure.

I'm off home. Good night.

What's the matter with him?

Not our lovely Laura, I hope.

Honestly. Sometimes I just want
to bang their heads together.

Two grown-up, single people
who obviously like each other.
Don't you think, Hathaway?

I try not to, ma'am.

Oh, you're hopeless.

I'm gonna say how I feel.
Exactly how I feel.

I feel like I'm up to here.

I'm...brimming over.
I didn't know I could feel so full.

You'll say it's the drugs. It's not.

It's love. I'm alight with love.

Light with love.

I'm here on this height
because of you.

Your mind. Your words.

Oh, God. Why did I listen?

Oh...! She's all over the place.

Has to be those bloody pills.

This was when? Two nights
before she died, last recording.

She's in love, but with who?
Well, who's watching the tapes?

Gansa. We talk to him.

Hang on. Why not talk to Adam
Douglas? He's down the corridor.

That's a reason to talk to him?

If Amy's in love
with Gansa, as the video suggests,
then Adam has no chance.

If she rejected him that night,
then what better motive than
to bash her head in?

I think the one with the motive
is Gansa.

If this comes out, an affair
with his patient, it'd ruin him.

If...he was having an affair.

We've only got her side of
the story. Sounds pretty convincing.

Yeah, but you don't like Gansa.
Neither do you.

True. Well, why don't I speak to
Adam Douglas and you speak to Gansa?

We'll see who's right.
No. I'll talk to Gansa's boss.

See what this trial
was actually about.

You go on
through the footage, see if you can
find any more confessions.

Oh...
All right. You can thank me later.

I'm not going back.
I won't live down there any more.

In the dark, in the grey.

It's this or nothing.
This or nothing.

That's the point of the trial -
any trial -

to check for
side effects of the drug,

both individual and interactive.

So who initiated it?
The Plowden company or Dr Gansa?

Dr Gansa, but with
Plowden's full support.

What's in it for Gansa?

Oh, he gets to spend a week
closeted with some nubile females.

Joke. Sorry. Bad taste.

Is there a non-joke answer?

Dr Gansa's written about
the potential uses of ketamine
as an anti-depressant

and the trial was a chance for him
to put his theory into practice.

So you didn't like it.
Was that because of the potential
side-effect?

Well, all psychotropic medications
carry risk.

How much depends on the patient

and that, I fear,

is where Dr Gansa was sailing
a little too close to the wind.

And not for the first time.
What does that mean?

He selected highly susceptible
participants for the trial.

Like Amy Katz. Adam Douglas.

Why do that?
Because he's a risk-taker.

The more labile the patient,
the more impressive the end result.

And it's worth it?
That sort of risk?

For him, certainly. He's got a share
in the drug patent.

If Ketarex ever gets a
commercial release, he stands to
make a fortune. An absolute fortune.

Unless it blows up in his face.

So, what was the other time
he sailed too close to the wind?

Oh, just a figure of speech.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Slept well. Got up.
Had a bowel movement. Hot shower.

Then I went outside and, like, I saw
stuff for the first time in months.

Trees.

Sky. Vapour trails.

Beautiful.

Good morning. It's me, Shauna.
You probably realised that already.

Anyway, I had the strangest dream
last night.

Right, I was in...
(DOOR OPENS)

Excuse me, Sarge. I was running
a diagnostic on the hard drive
and found data fragments.

From deleted files? Yeah. They got
a high-end software scrubber but...

But you can reconstitute it.
Might be too corrupted.

But if you authorise overtime...
(MOBILE RINGS)

Whatever you need, Gurdip.

Hello.
What you doing?

Listening to people describe
their bowel movements. Lucky man.

If you can drag yourself away,
do some background on Gansa.

Where he was before Oxford
and so on.

You looking for
anything in particular?
Yeah. Sailing close to the wind.

You wanted to see me, ma'am?
Yes, Lewis. You've met Mr Katz.

I have. Hello, sir.

Mr Katz would like to know
what progress we're making.

We're working on a number of leads.

What's there to work on? Why don't
you just arrest him? Who?

Dr Gansa.

We don't have any evidence
against him.

He was in charge of the trial
and my daughter ended up dead.

At the very least that's
criminal negligence. Maybe so.

But we don't have any proof
of misconduct. Not yet.

How much longer
d'you need? Oh, it's the old-boys'
network, Oxford protecting its own.

I can assure you, Mr Katz, I don't
belong to any old-boys' network.

When we have evidence, we will act.

Now please...
let us get on with our jobs.

WPC: Goodbye, sir.

He's not the only one complaining.

Adam Douglas's college
have been bending my ear,
threatening law suits.

Have you got anything
to charge him with? I don't know.

"Don't know" doesn't cut it. If you
can't charge him, let him go.

Ma'am.

Gansa did sail close to the wind.

One day you'll have to tell me
what that means.

A nautical term used to describe
the sea-worthiness of a ship.

I said "one day", clever clogs.
What you got?

Six years ago, Gansa had
a clinical practice in Edinburgh.

He was investigated
following complaints from
a young female patient's father.

Complaints about what?

Inappropriate
therapeutic relationship.

The woman refused to co-operate.
The case was dropped.

Was Gansa married at the time?
Yeah.

Did you get the name of the woman?
No. Withheld.

Let's go and ask him.

BETHAN: Hello.

How are you? All right?
Yeah.

What are you doing, love?

I was just...
looking at your videotapes.

What there is of them.
PC Plod confiscated the rest.

Speak of the devil.

Well, then?

Two nights before she died,
Amy went into the video room...
and declared her love for somebody.

I know. I saw when I checked
the video booth in the morning.

D'you know who she was in love with?

Me.
You were having an affair with her.

What, you think this is funny?
No.

It's...more the leaden
predictability of your mind.

I'm a happily married man.

Then why was Amy in love with you?
It's called transference.

Where the analysand, Amy, transfers
their feelings onto the analyst. Me.

You encouraged this.
"Encouraged" is a bit strong.

But Amy was in a dark place.

I wanted her to realise there could
still be love and joy in her life.

She would have got over it.
It's a process.

So is counter-transference,
where the analyst falls in love
with the patient.

You're a clever policeman. Yes. It's
not the first time you've done it.

You cheated
on another wife with another
patient. Edinburgh, six years ago.

You've done your homework.

Were you trying to put some love
and joy into her life, too?

Yes, I was, actually. But it's more
that she was putting it in mine.

Is that how she would see it?
I don't know.

Let's ask her.

Claire, can you come here a minute?

You were his patient?
Yes.

I fell in love. As clear
a case of counter-transference
as you could wish.

Luckily for me,
she reciprocated. I divorced my wife
and I married Claire.

Now...leave us alone.

(SIGHS) What a mess.

And it's all Gansa's fault.
That girl died because of his pills.

Strictly speaking, she died
because someone killed her.

After Gansa had shut a
whole bunch of disturbed strangers
together for a week,

fed them on pills
based on a...drug from raves

and..what else did he say?

Horse anaesthetic.
Horse anaesthetic.

Unbelievable.

They did volunteer for the trial.
They knew what they were doing.

But did they know
what the drug was doing?

Amy out of her mind.

Adam so wound up he nearly
knocked Jack's head off.

Dane lurking around behind doors
like a... like a...

Yeti?
No, not like a yeti.

More like that Russian priest.
The one they couldn't kill.

Rasputin.
Rasputin. Scary bloke.

Oh, hang on.

Dane was in the army. What are
the chances he knew Amy's brother?

Approaching nil. It's a big army.
Let's find out.

I mean, how did
all these people come together?

Karen and Jack, for example? How did
they even know about the trial?

Yeah, we talk to them again.
Now they're off the drug, maybe
they'll remember something useful.

I'll do Jack and Karen.
You do the dog-walker.

And Rasputin.

I'm glad you came looking for me,
Sergeant,

cos I was gonna
come looking for you. Good.

D'you want to know what
I've been thinking? I'm all ears.

You have three plausible suspects.

Adam Douglas, Jack Collins
and Dane, the weirdo.

All three of them were like
dogs on heat round Amy.

No offence, my darlings.

Did she mind?

Dane creeped her out.
Creeped me out.

But the other two, she didn't care.
She only had eyes for Dr Gansa,
poor lamb.

And you noticed that.
I'm very sensitive to people.

And you, my darlings.
Come on, Chace. Come on. Hup.

Why are you so sure
it was one of the men?

Statistics. Over 90% of homicides
are committed by men.

Which means there's
only a 10% chance Bethan did it,
or Karen. Or even little old me.

Besides, we liked her.

No. Wrong. One of us didn't.

Karen. Didn't like the way
Jack looked at Amy. Not at all.

That's the one thing that would
drive us to violence - jealousy.
That's in the statistics, too.

That's what I don't understand.

If you got on
so well with everyone in
the house, why did Adam attack you?

I told you. He was out of control.

What does that mean? Was he high?

No. I don't know,
maybe he was just upset, OK?

About Amy? You and Amy?
There was no me and Amy.

Come on, I've seen the films.
You were watching her all the time.

She was gorgeous.
Who wouldn't watch her?

KAREN: What's going on?

Just asking Jack a few questions.

We've already told you
everything we know.

All right. Just tell me this.
Why did the two of you do the trial?

Money. Nearly 200 quid a day. Each.

Take a month to earn that
in this place. For money.

We're saving for a deposit
on a flat.

Two-and-a-half grand
for popping a few pills? Why not?

Have you remembered anything else?

Was Amy close to anyone,
for example?

The only people I saw her with
was Adam and the soldier.

Dane? Mm. I mean, talk about
a natural-born psycho.

Wouldn't talk to anyone except Amy.
Bored her to death with his
war stories.

But that's all? Just talking?

Why don't you go and bother Dane?

I mean, he is the one that had
the hard-on for poor little Amy.

Thanks for your help.

Thieving bastard!

(GROANS)
Freeze.

Move, and I'll break your arm.

Sorry, I thought you were
breaking in. No, just a social call.

Where'd you get this, Dane?
She gave it to me. Amy did.

A picture of her with her brother?
Why would she do that?

That's between me and her.

It's between you and the police
now she's dead. Tell me.

Because she said
I'd given him back to her.

How did you do that?
I told her what it was like.

For him. Matthew.

You knew him in the army?
No.

Then how did you know?
Because I'd been there.

So I knew. I didn't pretend to know
him. I just told her what it was
like and she said it helped.

She said it made him come alive.

(MOBILE RINGS)

Look, I didn't kill her.
I'd die sooner than hurt that girl.

Hathaway.

Do you know how he did it yet?

That was the easy bit.
These were in his pocket.
It's the trial drug, Ketarex.

Blood tox shows he's taken enough
to knock out an elephant.

Where did he get them from? Gansa
was hardly chucking them around.

Wasn't he?

Must have been saving them up.
Or he got extra.

Search his college rooms.
Search the video archive.

I'll talk to Gansa,
see what his defence is this time.

Robbie. Can I have a minute?

(DOOR CLOSES)

I don't want there to be
any misunderstanding between us.

Me neither. Is there one?

Don't make this any more difficult.

I know Hathaway has said something.
Well, he hasn't, actually.

But he has been...
He's an old boyfriend.

Hathaway?
No.

Franco. He lives abroad

and he was
in Oxford because there's a chance
his firm might send him back here.

We had dinner together and it was...
Well, we... Franco?

Like the dictator?

Yes.

Only this Franco is German.

Don't ask.
I won't.

Thanks for telling me.

(PEOPLE TALKING ON VIDEO)

DR GANSA: Can everybody make sure
that they take their pills

before they eat?

What do I get?
Pizza.

Is that all?

He's such a romantic, that boy.

Don't know what you're
talking about. You're both on film.
You pocket the pills.

So we didn't take the bloody things.
It's not a crime.

You have a contract with Plowden.
You sabotaged their test.

They've every right to
sue you for breach of contract.
You could go to prison.

Plowden wouldn't waste their time.

They will when I tell them.
No, you can't.

But I will. Unless you tell me
what you did with the pills.

All we were doing...
Shut up. You shut up.

It's your stupid idea.

We sold them.
Who to?

To Adam.

Is this what you two
were fighting about?

He wanted more. He was cracked.

Don't look down your nose at us.
He was loaded and we didn't
do any harm.

You did.

You killed him.

Jack's giving his statement
but, other than dealing in
prescription drugs,

I don't know what we're going to
charge them with.

On another matter...is there
something you should have...

or...could have
told me, involving Laura Hobson?

Just to make it easier, she already
thinks you have told me.

So spill.

I saw her having dinner
with someone.

A man.

Bit older than her but not much.
Good looking.

Maybe foreign.

They were friendly.

And you decided not to tell me.
I didn't know how to tell you.

I didn't even know
if it was my business. Right.

Which it isn't, actually.
Right.

Look, I hope that you and...
Dr Hobson work it out,

whatever "it" is, which you've got
to admit is a bit of a mystery.

And none of your business.

The whole thing's ridiculous.

Got me acting
like some silly, jealous...

You hated her, didn't you?

Amy. You couldn't stand her.
Couldn't care less about her.

If she'd crooked her finger your
boyfriend would have come running.
Rubbish. Jack was happy with me.

It's all on film, Karen.
Hours of it. Jack watching Amy.

There's you, saving every penny
towards your first home together and
suddenly realise you could lose him.

Shut your mouth.
Amy's cleverer than you.

She's kinder, she's prettier.
Gorgeous.

That's what Jack called her.
"Gorgeous."

And she's not in some warehouse.
She's going places.

(LAUGHS) "Going places."

Right.
Into her bloody grave.

Yeah. And aren't you glad
about that? Because you hated her.

You hated her, Karen. Admit it.

Admit you hated her!
Yes, I hated her!

And I'm glad she's dead.

But who's the pretty one now, eh?
Me or her?

Did you kill her, Karen?

No.

But I wanted to.

I wanted to cut her face off.

Sorry.

(DOOR OPENS)
I've got it.

Got what?
The file. I've reconstituted it.

It's from the video booth.
Very rough.

It's Amy Katz.

I see clearly now. Maybe it's
the stuff working. I don't know.

But I see you and you're just words.
You don't care about me. Or anyone.

Adam's going crazy,
getting extra drugs out of Jack.

But I'm speaking out.

When was this? The night she died.
About one o'clock.

I don't care if it damages you
because...you don't care.

You've hurt me too much.
Words don't work any more.

She was going to destroy
Gansa's reputation, marriage...

And his fortune.
Dr Fisher said Gansa stood to make
a mint if his drug hit the market.

He asks Amy to back off,
she refuses, he killed her.

I'll see you at the station.
Sir.

Why are you here?

You got him at last.

You're not helping yourself,
Mr Katz.

Or Amy.

Go home. Now.

Statement by Jack Collins.

Statement by Karen Wilde.

They both sold their drug doses
to Adam Douglas.

Adam Douglas stored it all up
and used it to kill himself.

D'you know who killed Amy yet?

We're talking about who killed Adam.

Adam killed Adam.
With your help.

Suicides don't need help.
Well, Amy disagreed.

Amy tried to help him.

She tried to warn you.

AMY: I see clearly now. Maybe it's
the stuff working. I don't know.

But I see you and you're just words.
You don't care about me. Or anyone.

Adam's going crazy,
getting extra drugs off Jack.

I don't care if it damages you
because...you don't care.

You've hurt me too much.
Words don't work any more.

Have you heard that before?

No. I thought all
the files were copied to your home.

I haven't heard it before.
Where did it come from?

Video booth. 1:15,
the night Amy died. It was erased.

Who erased it?
Who could have erased it?

Well, me. Or Amy.

Did you?
No.

Did you ask Amy to erase it?
Why would I?

Because she was threatening
to expose you.

So I erased...the message

or...I asked Amy to erase it?

And then what? I killed her?

Did you?

I only live ten minutes away.
I suppose I could have come around,
asked Amy to step outside...

But I didn't.
I was...in bed with my wife.

Ask her.

Yes. He was with me all night.

At least until that girl's body
was found. Amy's...body.

Mrs Gansa, it's clear from the tapes

that Amy was in love
with your husband. Do you know
if he reciprocated?

She was his patient, for Christ's
sake. He's more than 20 years older.

Well, he'd fallen for a younger
woman before. A patient. You.

Do you enjoy doing this, Inspector?
Sergeant. Whatever you are.

Picking at people's miseries.
I don't enjoy it, no.

Then why can't you leave us alone?
Because people have died.

My husband hasn't killed anyone.
He was with me.

And that's the truth?
Why would I lie?

If you want to harass us,
join the queue.

What do you mean?
Phone calls. Erm, obscene notes.

Car scratched.
Bins overturned.

What sort of notes?

"Husband is a lying cheat"
sort of notes. Phone calls ditto.

Did you report this to the police?
We could have traced those calls.

No. We didn't want to cause a fuss.

Alex hired a private investigator.

What did he find?

The phone calls were from
er, phone boxes.

Most...from the Junior Common Room
at Wolsey.

Amy Katz's college.

Did either of you talk to her?

Hard to talk to someone who just
says, "I screwed your husband last
night" then hangs up.

But the calls have stopped now?
Yes.

Now that she's dead.

TV: Yet more fallout from the
Plowden Pharmaceuticals drug trial.

Julius Fisher, head of the
university's Psychiatry department,

has announced that
Dr Alex Gansa has been suspended
from all teaching duties,

pending an inquiry by
the British Psychiatric Association.

Dr Gansa, do you have any comment
on your suspension?

Why did the university fire you?

Do you have any comment
on the rumours about your husband?
Was he having an affair?

He's done nothing wrong. Nothing.

Dr Gansa?
Dr Gansa?

Don't...touch me.

Do you have any comment
on your suspension?

Will you fight it?
Why did the university fire you?

Do you have any comment on
the rumours about your husband?

Was your husband having an affair?

He's done nothing wrong.

We've got an open murder,
a suspicious suicide

and Gansa getting more grief
from the press than from us.

We're stuck. No witnesses,
no forensics.

And a married couple
giving each other alibis.

But whoever did it,
he's the one responsible.

Because he's a psychologist?

You know my son, Chris?
The copper? Yeah.

Hard enough when you're a kid
if your dad's a cop. Imagine what
it's like if your mum's a cop.

When he was 15, 16, Chris was
heading for trouble. Real trouble.

I had no control.

In the end, I tried a shrink.
A therapist.

Did it work? Obviously not.
He became a policeman.

No, it worked. I got my son back.

I asked him a long time afterwards
what made the difference.

He said it was
the fact that he could talk to
someone who was interested in him,

who found him interesting.

So...what's your next move?

Hathaway's following up the lead.

I hope it's a good lead.

I know what bugs me about Gansa.

He had a house full of troubled kids
and he didn't find any of them
interesting.

They were just guinea pigs
for his drugs trial.

Two of them are dead.
Then get him, Lewis.

I've been talking to that private
investigator. He's an ex-copper.

A DS, like me.
Good for him.

The stalker story was real enough.

Ten obscene phone calls - six from
Wolsey College, the other four from
phone boxes near Gansa's house.

The phone records
confirm Gansa's story.

Did he record these calls?
No, he didn't want to.

Doctor-patient confidentiality,
you know. Yeah, I know.

What about the notes?
Three, apparently.

"Alex is cheating on you."

"Your husband is screwing
another woman." Anything else?

He confirmed that the Gansa car
was vandalised

and there was some weirdness
with the bins.

Emptied out on the front drive
three nights in a row.

Did Amy's name ever come up?

No, but he got the feeling
that Gansa knew who was doing it but
didn't want Claire to know.

He just wanted it all to disappear.

And it did.

I'm gonna talk to him.
About the note?

No. About computers.

He's not here. Disciplinary hearing.

You OK?
Oh, dandy, yeah.

My boss has been fired and
disgraced, I've lost my job.

You'll get another one.
You're young, bright.

Not so young, but thanks, anyway.

Actually, it was you
I wanted to see.

Oh. If I'd have known,
I'd have worn my party dress.

OK, not a social call.
No. Sorry.

It's about the computer system.
Who had access to video-booth files?

I mean, who could open them?

I told you before. Dr Gansa.

Could you access them?
I don't have the password.

What about deleting files?
Is that what's happened?

Stuff's been deleted?
He really is finished.

No. Amy and Adam are finished,
Bethan.

Gansa's alive,
married, in good health.
He should count his blessings.

Don't include his marriage.
"Toxic" isn't the word for it.

You don't like Claire?

I shouldn't have said anything.
I'm overwrought. No, you're OK.

If you think of anything else
you shouldn't say,

I hope you'll say it to me.
That's my number.

All right.

Yes, all right.

All right. I'll... I'll come.

Er, I'm going out
and I'm taking the car.

Who was that on the phone?
Fisher.

Wants to see me about something.

(RINGS)

Hello?

Hello? Who is this?

It's Claire Gansa.

Mrs Gansa. How can I help you?

I need to talk to you.
I need to see you, erm, in person.

OK, I'll come over.
Erm, no, no, I'll come to you.

He might come back.

Your husband doesn't know
about this? No.

He's gone out.
OK.

Why not come down
the police station? That's near you.

I'll be there. 15 minutes?

Fine.

(MOBILE RINGS)

What's up?

Accident on the Woodstock Road.
Hit and run.

A cyclist.
Oh, no. Who is it?

Just went straight into her.
They're pulling the CCTV now.

She was unconscious when they got
here. They think her back's broken.

She was coming to see me.
Said she had something to tell me.

She sounded scared. Where's Gansa?
Not here, not answering his mobile.

Let's get him found.

(RADIO: WEATHER FORECAST)

Sir.
All right. All right.

Where's my wife? They won't tell me.

She's at the hospital.
She's been in an accident.

I'm going to see her.
Not yet.

You want to calm down.
Let me see my wife.

Tell me where you were last night.

Erm...

I was at Bethan Vickery's.
What, all night?

I was exhausted.
I must have fallen asleep.

Why were you there?
She called me.

Why?
None of your business.

She'll back you up on that?
Yes.

Now please let me see my wife.

I heard about Claire.
It was on the radio.

How's Alex?
Better than Claire.

Dr Gansa says he was with you
all last night. Here.

Is that true?
Yes.

He came round about ten o'clock.

Left early. I'm not sure when. I was
half asleep. It was getting light.

No, he slept there.

We're not having an affair.
I'm not his type, nor he mine.

Then why did he come round
last night?

Because I called him.
Why?

Why, Bethan?

Because I was hysterical.
I blamed him for losing me my job.
Probably my degree.

I demanded to know
how he'd repair the damage.

Well, I was hysterical,
I'm ashamed to say.

So he came round...
He calmed me down.

We had a drink. He said
he'd help any way he could.

I apologised,
said he should get back to Claire.

But he was exhausted.
Said he'd lie down for a couple of
minutes. He went out like a light.

Can I see your bedroom?

Sorry. Haven't tidied up yet.

OK, thanks.

D'you mind if we take a look at your
phone records? Just to dot the "I".

Of course. Got to dot those "I"s.

(BLEEPING)

She's in an induced coma.
Severe spinal damage. Unlikely to
walk again.

Brain damage? Too early to tell.
But the initial...

I'm staying.
So if you have any questions...

D'you know why your wife called me?

No. I didn't know she did.

That's why she was out so late.

She was coming
to the police station. Said she had
something to tell me.

No, I didn't know.

Who did this? That's what
we're trying to find out.

Who would want to hurt her?
Hurt you?

I've no idea.

We've pulled all the CCTV
from the local area

and this is
the only clear footage we've found.

OK. That's Claire. But we're looking
for a car, an accident.

Hang on. WE know it's Claire.

But it could be anyone,
including Gansa.

What's this? The news footage from
Gansa's place yesterday morning.

That car. Recognise it?

David Katz.

He's been stalking Gansa.
He thinks he sees the doctor
leaving his house late at night.

He follows him and...bang.

This is the bit where you say,
"Well done, Hathaway" and I shrug.

Modestly.

Bring him in.

Mr Katz. DS Hathaway, Oxford Police.
Could you come with us, please?

Find his car, bring it in,
get Forensics working on it.

What's going on?

Where were you last night, Mr Katz?
In my hotel.

Can anyone back you up on that?

Room service?

Phone calls you made?
Internet access?

Pay-per-view movie?
No.

Did you go for a drive?
I didn't go out.

I sat...and remembered my daughter.

What she was like,
the things she used to say.

Her face.

Then why were you hanging
around outside Dr Gansa's office?
Outside his house?

I was watching you
not doing your job.

I saw you let him go.
We had no evidence.

It's the law. It may be a pain

but, without it,
people just go round maiming and
killing each other.

Which is what happened
to Dr Gansa's wife.

Run over last night. Will never
walk, maybe never talk again.

And you think I did that?

Did you?
No. No, I wouldn't.

You seem pretty certain
he was guilty. I am certain.

When did you get this? About a month
after she started therapy.

I spoke to Amy. She denied it,

insisted that Gansa was good for
her, that she wasn't leaving him.

Why didn't you tell us?
Because I was embarrassed.

Ashamed.

Because I was an idiot.
If I'd made it public months ago,

then Amy would
have had to stop seeing him and...

she'd still be alive.

Bloody hell.

Who sent it? Amy wouldn't
write to her own father.

It has to be Claire.

She obviously expected Katz
to do something about it.

That would have stopped Gansa
giving his therapy to Amy

and removed a rival.

Gives Katz a motive.

Forensics disagree.

Katz's car did not hit Claire Gansa.

Not him, sir.

Mr Katz, I'm keeping this letter
but letting you go.

But for the last time, sir,
go home.

Please.

Someone really doesn't like Gansa.

Or really does like Gansa.

But we're running out of suspects.

Not necessarily.

I've pulled her phone records.

As Gansa said, Bethan called him
last night at about ten.

She then calls his home again
at 11:15, by which time, presumably,
he wasn't there.

Did she tell you that?

No.

And 30 minutes later,
Claire calls me to say she's got
something to tell me.

And she doesn't make it.

Did you make a second call
to the Gansa home last night?

Yes. I called Claire to say
Alex had collapsed on the sofa.

I didn't want her to worry.
Is there a problem?

Did you write these?

Er...no, I didn't write them.

How could you think I...?

Well, they're disgusting. Horrid.
Why would anyone?

Someone close to Gansa wrote them.
To his home. To Amy.

And called his home,
making the same accusations.

But why? She's jealous. She wants to
keep Gansa to herself.

That's why she killed Amy and
she tried to kill his wife. "She"?

So you think it's me?
Is it?

No!

You have to believe me. I'm
not jealous of Alex. I'm just not.

You worship him.
Of course you're jealous of him
and of the women who had him.

Just tell us the truth. Please.

I am telling the truth.

I didn't have to be jealous
because I already had him.

I'm in love with him
and he is with me.

Has been for years.
So you ARE having an affair.

No.

We both wanted to but we also wanted
it to be open and honourable.

He's been trying to extricate
himself from the marriage.

But Claire would
rather see him destroyed

and she'd crush
anyone she saw as a threat.

So how come
she's the one in the coma?

I don't know.

All I can say is it can't have been
Alex cos he was here with me.

Bethan is in love with me.

And you with her. Is it true?

(MUTTERS)

No, I'm not in love with her.

I have never been. I have never,
ever given any evidence of being.

Did you have any idea that she had
these feelings towards you? Yeah.

I...I knew she liked me, was loyal,
like a kind of annoying dog.

Well, I have to say you must be
a pretty crap shrink

to have worked so closely with a
woman for so long and have no idea.

She's delusional. Was she delusional
about you being at her flat?

No, I was there
for the reason I told you. She asked
me to come round.

If there's so little between
you, why stay over? Why not go home?

I wish I had, but I'd had
a few drinks. I was exhausted.

The next thing I know, I wake up on
the sofa, it's five in the morning.

I suppose she says
we made passionate love all night.

She says...
you fell asleep on her sofa.

How can he be trained to read people
and yet miss by so much?

If he's telling the truth.
Either he's a brilliant liar

or he didn't see her,
he was looking elsewhere.

Well, in my limited experience
of shrinks,

that's par for the course.

When...my wife died...

I was encouraged
to go for counselling.

Well, "encouraged".

(SIGHS) Browbeaten, more like.

Anyway, in the end...
to keep them quiet, I went.

What happened?

He didn't want to talk
about Valerie, did he? He wanted
to talk about me.

How guilty I must feel. How angry.

So...here's me wanting to tell him
how bloody marvellous she was...

how much I miss her, and he...

He...

I lasted one session. Less than.

Which explains my bias.

Maybe I should remove myself
from the investigation.

Don't do that, sir.
We're nearly there.

You think? Second time
Gansa's used a woman as an alibi.

We can't talk to Claire
but we can talk to Bethan.

Especially when she hears how...
lovingly Gansa talks about her.

Yeah, bring her in first thing.
Let's see how long that alibi holds.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah?

Julie, what you got?
Bethan Vickery.

She was found about half a mile
from the hospital at 3:30am.

She'd been beaten up,
maybe assaulted.

Did she say who did it? She won't.
She says she tripped, fell.

Oh, please go away.

3:04 last night,
Bethan Vickery comes to the ICU
ward, finds Alex Gansa.

They talk, they argue,
Bethan leaves.

Gansa goes back to the ICU ward.

3:10, the front of the hospital.

Bethan leaves unharmed.

(TAPS KEYS)
Is that it?

Three minutes later...
He follows her.

When did he come back?
Not for three hours.

Good work, Julie.

You and Gansa argued.
You were on the CCTV.

He was angry. He told me to
stay away, said I'd ruin everything.

I told him all I wanted
was for him to be happy.

I left.

Sorry.
No, it's OK. I can come back.

No, I want to get this over with.
Erm...

Erm, I was walking home. I heard
footsteps. It was... It was him.

Er, he slammed me against the wall
and I fell.

He started kicking me, stamping.

Erm... He said if I didn't keep
my mouth shut he'd destroy me.

He said who would
people believe - a delusional
spinster, a crazy woman, or him?

He could pin any disorder on me
and make it stick.

I've been in therapy
with him for years. God knows what
he could spin from that material.

OK, let's just concentrate on
what actually happened.

Did he stay the night?

Yes.
All night? On your sofa?

Tell me, Bethan.

I got up in the night. I went
through to him. I wanted to...

I wanted him to hold me
but he wasn't there.

What time was this?
About 12:30.

I'm sorry I lied.

Bethan Vickery
was brutally attacked last night.

Bruises to the chest,
the back, stomach.

We also have CCTV
of you arguing with Miss Vickery

in the hospital last night.
You followed her when she left.

I went home to have a shower
and a couple of hours' sleep.

I didn't follow her. I didn't lay
a finger on her. Or a...foot.

Her statement
withdraws her previous statement

that you were in her flat until 5am
the night your wife was run down.

What does the new statement say?
That you left between 12 and 1.

Forensics confirm
a match between paint fragments
on the bumper of your car

and your wife's bicycle.

I bet they found paint fragments
from the bike all over the car,
not just on the bumper.

The car and bike
shared a driveway for years.

We will be charging you
with the assault on Bethan Vickery
and attempted murder of your wife.

We will continue to investigate
you for the murder of Amy Katz.

We suggest you speak to a lawyer.
You know Bethan is stark raving mad?

Is that your professional diagnosis
as her therapist?

I was never her therapist
but if you want a diagnosis, fine.

She has De Clerambault's Syndrome,
a delusional sexual obsession.

The sufferer believes
they are in love with someone
and that their love is returned.

And that's what Bethan has? De
Crel... De Clerambault's syndrome.

Named after
an eminent French psychologist.

So how does this...syndrome work?

The sufferer believes that their
loved one is communicating with them

in a unique and secret way.

Are you making this up?
The obsession can get violent.

Often, the initial target

is the person
perceived to be standing in the way
of the desired object.

In this case, your wife.
No. First, Amy Katz. Then my wife.

Oh, right,
so Bethan killed Amy Katz?

Well, what other explanation
makes sense?

I refused to reciprocate her love.
She turned her violence on me.

Except that
she was the one that got beaten up,
so that doesn't quite fit.

The case histories show
that the De Clerambault sufferer

turns their rage
on the person they once idealised.

Is that it?

Isn't that enough?

She's seriously ill.
She's pathological.

Funny, that's exactly
what she said you'd do -

find a psychological disorder
and slap it on her.

Have a think
about it overnight. See if you
can come up with something better.

He's not gonna confess, is he?
No.

He'll do what he can
to discredit Bethan.

And he can do a lot.

So, what are we going to do
about it?

Well, we've got reasons,
explanations for most things,

except Adam Douglas.
Can we connect him to Gansa?

Amy warned Gansa that Adam
was getting extra doses of the drug,
but other than that...

Did you check Adam's phone records
when he was released?

No, I'll do it in the morning.
Right.

I'll talk to Bethan.
About what?

Claire Gansa was going to tell me
something that night.

I want to see if Bethan
has any idea what it was.

Here's a thought.
Why don't I talk to Bethan and
you check the phone records?

No, that technical stuff
goes way over my head.

Anyway, you're so good at it.
Oh, thank you, sir.

Any time. See you in the morning.

Miss Vickery was moved to Ward 17.
I'll just put a call through.

Bethan?

Where on earth are you going?
Home.

Doctors aren't too pleased about it
but I really want to.

I'll give you a lift.

I have an ulterior motive -
more questions.

Is Alex...?
He's locked up.

Adam Douglas's phone records.

Two calls. The first
to Gansa's mobile. Two seconds.

Probably got voicemail and hung up.

And next, Gansa's office.
A ten-minute conversation.

You wanted to know
if he spoke to him, and yes, he did.

No, he didn't.
Second call's 4:25, right? Mm.

4:25, Gansa was in his house,
being interviewed by us.

Then who else works in the office?

That's the only thing
I can think of - that she wanted
to tell you about me.

Me and Alex, our passionate affair.
Ow.

Thank you.

Sorry, I'm so feeble.

When you called Claire

to tell her her husband was staying,
what did she say?

Nothing. She just hung up.

She was uniformly hostile
to any woman Alex worked with.

At least with me
I suppose there was reason.

Are you OK?
Just coming.

Not great with hangers.
You've got time for a cuppa, though?

How many tablets of Ketarex
did it take to kill Adam Douglas?

Morning.

Er, the pills were only 100mgs.

Adam's bloodwork was off the chart.

So...a lot.
At least 20. That doesn't include
the four that were left over.

It doesn't add up.
The trial ends on day five.

Maximum number
Jack and Karen could have sold him
is eight, plus his own four is 12.

Where did he get the rest from?

Just so you know -
I didn't tell Lewis about your date.

I thought it was
something for you two to work out,
which is what I still think.

Why don't you?

Sir, are you with Bethan?
I am, yes.

I'm pretty sure
she was the last one to talk
to Adam before he killed himself

and that she helped him
get the drugs to do it.

But how? I'm waiting for
a call back from Plowden now.

They control the supply.
OK, let me know if you get anything.

Sergeant, have you got to go?

I'll have my tea first.

He's lucky to have someone like you
to learn from.

Quite often, I learn from him.

You're sweet.
But I've been watching him.

He seems out of his depth,
especially when it comes to dealing
with people.

It's a gift, I suppose.
I'm sure he'll learn.

You said you were in therapy
with Gansa. Mm. I was, God help me.

Why?
He said you weren't.

I'm sure he's said a lot of things.

Our... Our therapy sessions,
four years of them.

You took notes. I am supposed to be
doing a postgrad in Psychology.

Look, I'm gonna change. I've been
in these clothes long enough.

There's more tea in the pot.
And cake. Have some cake.

My notes. They're private, you know.

It's all right, I trust you.
Bethan, these aren't notes.

You weren't in therapy with Gansa.
I was. That's how I learnt.

No, these are scraps, rubbish.

You stole them from Gansa's bins.

The phone calls, the obscene notes -
that was all you.

Stop. You're making me
sound like a mad person.

I found some of his old clothes
in your cupboard. His shoes.

You probably used them
to beat yourself up. Please don't...

Don't talk like that.
You're coming with me. Get your...

(YELLS)

(GROANS)

Enough!

(SIREN)

JEAN INNOCENT: Can you connect her
to Adam Douglas's death, too?

Yeah. Plowden confirmed
that an extra box of Ketarex

was delivered to Gansa's office
the afternoon Adam was released.

It was signed for by Bethan.

So she gave the drugs to Adam. Why?

He was a threat to Gansa,
therefore to her.

That's why she killed Amy,
tried to kill Claire.

She took his keys when he was
sleeping and tried to run her down.

Have we got any idea what Claire
Gansa was coming to tell you?

Probably that something was going on
between her husband and Bethan.

And she's confessed? No. She thinks
she's doing what Gansa told her.

Yeah. She's got files full
of notes giving her instructions.

All nicked from Gansa's bins.
All rubbish.

Did Gansa tell her
to beat herself up?

She only did that
when she realised he wasn't
going to join in her fantasy.

And then she went after him.
Nearly got him. Nearly got you, too.

Mm.

I suppose I should be flattered.

DR GANSA: "They went to sea
in a sieve, they did.

In a sieve they went to sea.

In spite of
all their friends could say,

on a winter's morn,
on a stormy day..."

The Jumblies.

She said she loved them as a child.
The Jumblies.

Went to sea in a sieve.
That's them.

Did you hear? What, that
my diagnosis of Bethan was correct?

Small comfort.

I was blind for so long.

Getting my punishment now.

There's a man in Belgium
woke up last year

after being in a coma
for...23 years.

He said he'd been conscious
all the time. All the time.

For 23 years.

He'd been screaming and shouting
at people but nobody heard him.

So...

I'm going to be here...
for as long as it takes,

so that she doesn't have to scream.

You ready?

"And when the sieve
turned round and round

and everyone cried,
'We'll all be drowned,'

they called aloud,
'Our sieve ain't big

but we don't care a button.

We don't care a fig.
In a sieve we'll go to sea.'

Far and few, far and few

are the lands
where the Jumblies live.

Their heads are green
and their hands are blue

and they went to sea in a sieve."

LEWIS: "Went to sea in a sieve."
DR HOBSON: What's that?

I went to visit Dr Gansa.
He was reading to his wife.

What's he going to do? Go on
reading. He's staying with her.

I spoke to her surgeon.
There's no chance of a recovery.
Absolutely none.

I know. And he knows.

But he's staying.

Out of guilt?
Maybe.

More out of love, I think.

I'm sorry, Robbie.

You don't have to be.

It's not as if we...

That Gansa really proves it,
doesn't he?

Proves what?

That you don't get many chances.

Don't want to waste them.

Can I buy you a coffee, Laura?

Coffee?

Maybe something stronger?
Sounds a bit more like it.