♪ Jasper?

[Gun clatters] Whoa!

[Gunshot] Uhh!

♪ Woman: You tried to stop me from killing Lanesborough?

Cos you know, Jasper, if you say that at the hearing, I'll...I'll lose everything.

♪ Watch your step.

♪ Just right.

♪ [Door buzzes] [Indistinct chatter] ♪ Officer: Wait.

[Paper rustles] Jasper Tempest.

Discharging an unlicensed shotgun in a police station, eh?

Well, that's a new one.

Come through slowly.

Just like an airport, but you're not going anywhere nice.

Uniform, toiletries, towel, blanket.

Th-that will not be necessary.

I shall give you a list of personal items you may collect from my home.

[Sniggering] Comedian.

I'll take these.

Like doing the washing-up, do you?

Thank you.

[Lock turns, door buzzes and opens] Follow me.

Yeah, pick up the pace.

[Theme music playing] ♪ [Growls softly] ♪ He's a lion.

May I ask why?

Commission for a zodiac calendar.

-Really?

-It'll pay for 10 days in Venice.

Have you had any sort of communique regarding Jasper?

Communique, Wilfred?

What on earth are you talking about?

He's in prison.

Oh, don't tease.

It's far too early.

I can assure you, Adelaide, I'm not teasing.

Jasper has been taken to prison.

Do you want to sit down?

I am seated.

♪ Come on, move over.

Let him through, let him through.

Fresh meat.

Officer: Hey, easy.

Man: One for the Hobbit shop.

[Laughter] Officer: Hey.

None of that.

Come on, keep going.

Now, when we get to the bridge, I want you to turn right.

♪ Erm, just wait.

♪ Woman: ♪ All the pretty little horses ♪ ♪ Way down yonder, in the meadow ♪ ♪ Poor little baby crying mama ♪ ♪ Birds and butterflies flutter round his eyes ♪ ♪ Poor little baby crying mama... ♪ ♪ [Knocks on door] How did it go?

Wasn't much of a hearing.

The professor didn't say a word.

Woman: Professor Tempest, your refusal to speak in your own defence means I have no choice but to remand you in custody until a date for your trial is set.

[Gavel bangs] Why wouldn't he speak?

I don't wanna drag you into this, Paul.

Last night, I...saw you unlocking the armoury.

Were you gonna kill Lanesborough?

No.

No, that... that wasn't the plan.

What was your plan?

I-- I wanted to scare him.

I-- I wanted to arrest him.

And I... then he hit me, and things...spiralled.

What, and the professor did that to stop you?

♪ His defence puts you in prison, he can't lie, so, he's saying nothing.

♪ Detective superintendent Hines is in reception.

Tell him to wait.

He's very impatient.

I'll be down when I'm ready.

Do you know him?

Yeah.

Sam Hines was at Ashford with Lanesborough.

Ah.

Built a career taking down bent cops.

Well, I'm not a bent cop.

I'm gonna tell him the truth.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Let's not make this any worse.

This whole thing comes down to your word against Lanesborough's.

Meanwhile, Jasper's in prison.

Jasper committed a-- an offence.

He'll walk with a--a fine.

What you say or don't say isn't gonna change that.

The professor will be out of there in a couple of weeks.

The last thing we need to give Lanesborough is any kind of victory.

I don't like being told to wait.

♪ Shall we?

♪ Come on, then.

[Indistinct chatter] [Door opens] In.

♪ [Exhales] [Lock turns] [Receding footsteps] Shall I take the upper berth?

[Inhales] ♪ Are you sure they passed you fit?

Yeah, I got a nick.

Barely broke the skin.

[Sniffs] So, I'm extremely brave.

Well, you were shot.

[Clattering] After you, boss.

Morning.

Hiya.

Victim is Leo Moore.

45 years old, single.

He owned the place.

Without wanting to pre-empt the path report, I'd guess the cause of death was multiple blows to the head.

Robbery?

Funny kind of robbery.

Left a couple of grand in that drawer.

Unless they were after his phone.

It's not here, it's not in his car.

Who found the body?

Dude right there.

Benny Vause.

OK.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Do you think the professor's gonna be OK?

Yeah.

Prison will be like a field trip.

Lisa: Benny, you found Leo Moore?

Yeah.

I've got something to show you.

What's that?

No.

I know how things work.

Will there be a reward?

We could drag you out of here in cuffs, hold you for 3 days.

That's my weekend.

Mine, too.

So... let's make this easier for everyone and tell us what you know.

He pulled into the car park a couple of hours ago.

A Ford Mustang, almost smashing me up.

It were blue with yellow stripes.

-A Mustang?

-It don't come in that colour.

Somebody pimped it.

It's easy to find.

OK, thank you.

Thanks, Benny.

[Liquid pouring] [Clattering] What?

The teabag, assuming a scarcity of quality leaf tea, the teabag should always precede the hot water.

Trying to tell me how to make tea?

When you are so obviously deficient...

Listen, mate...

Professor.

Whatever.

Look, Steddon's got you tucked up in here as some kind of joke.

In case you haven't noticed, you're the wrong colour, wrong religion, wrong kind of criminal.

You wanna survive?

Find a tribe, stick to them.

Stay out my face.

♪ I had a, er, brief interview with Simon Lanesborough.

You talked to him first?

As part of my investigation, I need to establish exactly what happened here last night.

Why was Lanesborough in your office?

I invited him.

[Scribbling, clears his throat] Is he saying I was his accomplice?

What was your plan?

To arrest him.

You didn't pass up the chain of command?

I wasn't sure who I could trust.

You do realise you've compromised our case against a corrupt... and dangerous officer?

Do you?

Yes.

He's not accusing you of being his accomplice.

He says you intended to kill him.

-What?

-You pointed a GLOCK 22 at him, but your property store has no record of any firearms being booked out.

He's lying.

About what?

I didn't have a gun.

♪ OK. [Scribbling] [Indistinct chatter] ♪ Man's voice, echoing: Fresh meat.

[Children shouting indistinctly] Man 2: One for the Hobbit shop.

[Laughter] ♪ [Buzzer sounds] ♪ You playing nice, Kenny?

♪ [Indistinct chatter] OK. Yeah, I know, that's very useful.

Very useful.

All right.

Cheers, Jonno.

Thanks, mate.

[Light knocking] Lise, I've got some, erm... should I refer to you as "Ma'am"?

"Your ladyship" will do.

A couple of uniform bods spotted our dodgy Mustang at the hospital.

Approached the driver, he kicked off big time.

Zeb Drakeford.

[Door opens] When this is over, I'm gonna sue every single one of you.

My wife's in hospital.

This is going all over the socials.

Have you finished?

Cos the sooner we get done here the sooner you get to be with your wife.

Sit down.

♪ 8:30 this morning, you were seen driving away from Leo Moore's warehouse.

-So?

-So, do you wanna tell us what you were doing there?

♪ I've got a dispute with Mr. Moore.

I bought my wife a car, birthday present.

Two days later, she hits a pothole.

The car goes out of control and she smashes into a wall.

She might never walk again.

What's this got to do with Leo Moore?

Were you born heartless, or did the job make you like this?

Just answer the question.

The insurance won't pay up.

Their investigator says the car was fitted with fake wheel rims.

You bought the car from Leo Moore?

Bernard Brothers.

I'm suing them as well.

And they told me they got their spare parts from Leo Moore.

Lisa: So, you paid him a visit?

Yeah.

Didn't see him, though.

the place was closed.

Can I go now?

I hope your wife recovers.

[Scoffs] ♪ [Brakes squeak] ♪ [Indistinct chatter] That's Adam Bernard.

Yeah?

You sure?

British middleweight champ, retired undefeated.

When were you into boxing?

My dad is.

Said he was a proper boxer.

Hello.

I'm Adam.

Don't worry, no hard sell.

Take your time.

Have a look around.

Any questions, come see me.

Yeah...where can we talk?

In here.

♪ Yes.

Good-bye.

More phone calls.

Sorry?

The press, the media.

They keep calling, demanding to know what the professor has done.

Well, you said "no comment"?

-Of course.

-Oh, good.

In my own words.

Oh, dear.

♪ Have you put in a request to visit the professor?

You can't just waltz in, you know.

It's not the V&A.

♪ Zeb Drakeford was in a couple of days ago.

Said he was gonna sue, burn me down, and destroy me.

A very angry man.

[Engine revs, tyres screech] You sent him to Leo Moore?

Adam: No.

Dan: A guy kicking off like that, it's not exactly the vibe you're going for.

I didn't send him anywhere.

I told him where we got our spare parts.

Most counterfeit parts are pretty undetectable.

They even fool the experts.

Undetectable until you put 'em under pressure.

Like the wheel rims?

Under pressure, they buckle.

[Door opens] My brother Joe.

Joe: Hi.

Adam: Brother and partner.

They're here about Leo Moore.

He's history.

Claims he didn't know the parts were fake.

Never doing business with him again.

That's for sure.

He's dead.

No way.

When did this happen?

We don't know exactly.

What?

And you think this Drakeford... you think he killed him?

♪ [Indistinct chatter] [Door squeaks] You know you're bunked with a cop?

I am not a police officer.

I am, in point of fact, a criminologist.

You're wanted for ping-pong.

Now.

♪ Well, well.

The man who took me behind bars.

♪ [Indistinct chatter] [Keys jingle, lock turns] ♪ [Both grunting] [Groans] [Breathing heavily] ♪ [Door squeaks] You got lucky.

But you have to be lucky every time.

I just have to be lucky once.

On your way, Holland.

[Panting, groans] We can get you moved to the VPU.

[Spraying] Vulnerable Prisoners' Unit.

Oh.

While that is not without its allure...oof.

As a criminologist, I have been gifted a unique opportunity.

[Inhales sharply] I shall remain in the belly of the beast.

Good for you.

Dan.

Yeah.

Paul: OK, we've got an estimated time of death for Leo Moore.

Between midnight and 2 a.m. Drakeford also identified leaving the place at 8:30 a.m.

Most killers don't hang around for 6 hours after the deed.

Well, unless he went back for something.

Mm, like what?

Leo Moore's phone hasn't turned up, right?

Paul: I dunno, erm... Zeb leaves a threatening message, right?

That's not enough, so, he goes to the warehouse.

Big argument, kills Moore, goes home.

At 8 a.m., he wakes up, realises he's incriminated himself.

He goes back and grabs the phone.

Mm.

Right now, we've got little evidence and a lot of conjecture.

If the professor was here, maybe we could-- Yeah, well... he's not, is he?

Dan... What's up with him?

♪ You got anything that needs doing, you best do it now.

Why?

♪ [Lights click] [Indistinct shouting] [Shouting continues] [Exhales deeply] [Banging] [Banging continues] ♪ [Banging stops] ♪ Got forensics on the baseball bat.

-Oh?

-It's a fingerprint match.

It's Adam Bernard.

Your dad's hero.

What-what does the PNC say?

Why have we got his prints?

Theft, 1997.

Case dismissed.

Well, it's not exactly Charlie big-time, is it?

Dan.

We're looking for your brother.

Man: Why?

Dan: We need to talk to him.

It's his day off.

He'll be off somewhere with his wife.

Lisa: Where?

Is this in connection with the Leo Moore thing?

Where can we find him?

You think he's got something to do with it.

[Laughs] If that's where you're going with this, you're wasting your time.

Why would that be?

Two nights ago, me and Adam, all-night card game.

Apart from your brother, you've named 3 others who were at the card night.

Right.

So, you sit round a table all night, you can't remember half the guys you were with?

Well, I had had a bit to drink.

Lisa: You recognise that?

♪ No.

It was used to kill Leo Moore.

Your fingerprints are on it.

♪ After Zeb Drakeford came round shouting the odds, I went to see Leo Moore.

And he's...I dunno... scared, I guess.

He starts waving that thing around at me.

I don't like being threatened.

So, I took it off him.

What did you do with it?

♪ I think I'd like a solicitor now.

♪ So, you've got his fingerprints on the murder weapon, an alibi that doesn't hold up.

Adam Bernard's thinking, "Leo Moore's stupid greed could've shut down my business."

He goes to remonstrate, suddenly he's got him waving a baseball bat in his face.

That's a pretty good motive.

Why aren't you sure?

Um... Adam Bernard was her dad's hero.

That's got nothing to do with it.

Christina: Donckers?

OK.

I'll speak to the CPS.

Good job, Winters.

♪ Adam Bernard... You are charged with the murder of Leonard Charles Moore.

♪ [Handcuffs click] [Scoffs] ♪ Champ!

Hello, mate.

How's it going?

Officer: All right, then, up these stairs.

♪ You're gonna go right at the top.

♪ Adamski!

All right, mate.

How's it going?

-It's the terminator!

-Ha!

I was, mate.

Yeah, very good, very good.

Come on, get out of it.

Omar.

Yeah.

Hello, mate.

All right, man.

How's it going?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, good, good.

How you been?

20 years, mate.

Yeah, yeah.

Officer: All right, that's enough.

Enough.

Come on.

Adam: We'll catch up, yeah?

Yeah?

♪ Typical.

Finally, somebody I know, when I've got my parole hearing coming up.

May I ask how you made his acquaintance?

Used to spar with him.

Days of yore, Repton Gym.

Can't believe he remembered me.

Wipes, gloves, spray, soap, lapsang souchong, macadamias, shiitake mushrooms.

Ms. Snares has prepared a lavish parcel for Jasper.

And the piece de resistance?

My famous date and walnut.

Have you hidden a file in there?

Who needs a file?

Smash through the bars with that.

Well, perhaps you could take it...when you visit.

Wilfred, we need to talk.

♪ Well, it must be serious if you've dragged me up here.

No-one must know.

No prying ears.

What is it?

He won't see me.

Jasper.

Good Lord, why ever not?

I submitted my request.

Degrading enough.

"State the purpose of your visit."

Had it summarily rejected.

No reason given.

Will you go, Wilfred?

I need to know how he is.

Oh, Adelaide, I've tried.

He didn't want to see me, either.

♪ What are you planning?

I may need to request a favour.

[Music on radio] ♪ [Indistinct chatter] ♪ Hey.

I was thinking... maybe you could use some of that criminology voodoo, to help Adam.

I can assure you the science of criminology has nothing whatsoever to do with voo-- The thing is... Adam's been charged with murder, but he didn't do it.

Of course.

I understand it is the norm for inmates to protest their innocence.

Not me.

I got what I deserved.

20 years.

Armed robbery.

I know when someone's lying.

He ain't lying.

Officer: Einstein.

Laundry duty.

♪ [Grunts] [Sigh] You're gonna pay now.

Did you hear me?!

Of course.

You are standing in extremely close proximity.

What's wrong with you?

You got a death wish?

While we exist, death is not present.

And when death is present, we no longer exist.

What?

Epicurus.

If you kill me, this unpleasantness ends.

If you do not, I have a captivating anecdote for my memoirs.

What if I just blind you?

You are not going to do that.

[Footstep] What do you want?

Why don't you leave him alone?

You might be a big deal on the out... but in here...you're nothing.

[Grunting] [Laughs] [Grunting] If you help me...

I'll protect you.

I think not.

♪ You're in the wrong place.

I mean...you should be in the psych ward.

I would never promise to help someone unless I knew they were, in all probability, innocent.

As I know nothing of Mr. Bernard's case, it would've been disingenuous to accept his offer.

Unbelievable.

♪ What happened to your head?

To answer that would violate a number of prison ordinances.

You didn't tell me Adam Bernard was on the same wing as you.

Is that a problem?

How do you think he would react if he knew I was showing you his file?

He'd be pleased.

We're talking about a guy who beat another man to death with a baseball bat.

Mm.

In a, erm, quote, "frenzied attack."

-Exactly.

-And yet, you would not be here if you were convinced you had charged the right person.

No.

I'm good with it.

You're the one who asked to be involved.

To my point... why did you agree?

I thought you might need a distraction.

♪ Hmm.

♪ You're staring right at them.

♪ Yes, I am.

♪ Omar: What's it say?

It establishes Adam Bernard had a motive for murder.

It demonstrates he lied about being in Leo Moore's warehouse, thus had opportunity.

His fingerprints are on the murder weapon.

To wit, he had means, and his alibi is a fabrication.

♪ So, he's guilty?

When you sparred with Adam Bernard, how well did you know him?

Pretty well.

Knew the whole family.

Used to go back to his for tea.

Adam would get steak.

You know, to build him up.

The rest of us would get fish fingers.

♪ Paul: So, you spoke to the professor, and he thinks Adam Bernard doesn't fit the profile?

Yes, he called me from prison.

Yeah, I get that.

What I don't get is how he's got a theory about a case he knows nothing about.

-I gave him the file.

-Why?

I don't know.

I felt sorry for him.

And the professor thinks what?

Adam Bernard, as a boxer, he's all about precision, control, conserving energy.

You don't throw one punch more than you have to.

A proper boxer.

He's not the type to carry out a frenzied attack.

Leo Moore's killer was expressing an explosion of long-repressed anger, resentment, jealousy, emotions he'd been bottling up for years.

What?

That profile...Adam Bernard's the perfect fit.

I mean, he lost the chance to be world champion when he got a detached retina.

4 or 5 eye operations, boards of control wouldn't grant him a licence.

The thing he'd trained for his whole life, gone.

Boof, like that.

So, when he discovers that Leo Moore, a man he trusts, has been cheating him for years, selling him fake parts, something that could ruin his business... he explodes.

With years of resentment, repressed anger coming to a head, right there.

The professor's just confirmed we got it right.

Hmm.

♪ [Exhales] ♪ How did you know when to hit Mr. Holland?

If you watch a man carefully, he'll tell you when to throw a punch.

Ah.

Are you, by any chance, familiar with the work of Dr. Paul Ekland, the expert on body language?

No.

But... in a place like this, body language is the only language you can trust.

I see it here, I've seen it in the ring.

Fake bravado.

If you put 'em under pressure... they all buckle.

Like a counterfeit wheel rim.

If you still require my assistance, within the bounds of what is achievable given our confinement, I will do what I can.

♪ [Pen clicks] ♪ Thank you.

Most helpful.

You know Adam Bernard fits the profile?

The detached retina, yes.

I've been informed about that.

In fact, I know a great deal about his background.

-From him?

-From somebody that knows him.

It is fascinating, is it not, the language of non-verbal behaviour?

[Indistinct chatter] You are familiar with the limbic system?

The part of the brain we use for survival, yes.

In prison, it is more important than the conscious mind, and as we converse, my hippocampus is telling me that Joseph Bernard's behaviour has changed since his previous visit.

The younger brother now stands between Adam and his wife.

His body language is telling her, "I am the one who can protect you."

♪ Well, she's having none of it.

Nevertheless, Adam's incarceration has created opportunities for his brother.

Are you feeling OK?

Joseph is not a suspect.

He was alibied by 6 other people.

♪ There will be evidence, if you look for it.

♪ I've found something.

-Bet you could use a coffee.

-Yes, please.

I've found something that might be relevant to the Leo Moore case.

I don't know if you remember, but we've already charged a guy.

I've been looking through Leo Moore's bank accounts.

-What have you got?

-This sheet here.

I've highlighted all the transactions between Bernard Brothers Motors and Leo Moore.

This sheet--cash withdrawals made by Moore.

Whenever he took out a large amount, the date corresponded with a payment made by the Bernard brothers, and the cash withdrawal was exactly half the amount paid in.

[Sigh] God, it's too early for this.

What does--what does any of that mean?

He was paying somebody at Bernard Brothers to turn a blind eye to the fake parts he was selling them.

And that somebody could be Adam Bernard.

Or his brother.

Who has an alibi.

You played cards all night?

Yeah.

You take a break?

Course.

Anybody at that table could've been to Leo Moore's and back in 10 minutes.

The alibi's meaningless.

[Exhales] ♪ As part of our investigation into the fraudulent dealings between your company and Leo Moore's spare parts, we got a warrant for your personal bank details.

Lisa: Every time Leo Moore sold fake parts to your company, you got a kickback.

You robbed your brother, cheated your customers, endangered lives, almost killed Angela Drakeford.

Well, I've got an alibi, so, whatever it is you're saying...

I'm talking about fraud.

You jump the tracks, start talking about murder.

♪ I'm here voluntarily.

Your deal with Leo Moore... finally you had something of your own.

Something that wasn't given to you, like Adam making you a partner.

This was yours.

Dan: Then Angela Drakeford crashed.

What happened then?

Nothing.

Leo Moore had a warehouse full of fake parts.

Did he force you to buy them?

Threatening to tell Adam?

Man: My client is here voluntarily.

I'm advising him to leave.

♪ You could've charged him with conspiracy to fraud.

One more day, we'll have him for the big one.

That's not what the fingerprint evidence says.

Joseph Bernard is a man who likes to wear gloves.

Which should be a crime in itself.

You better be right.

Oh, look, Kafka!

Your namesake.

Helena: Sorry to keep you.

Same eyes, same ears.

Could almost make you believe in reincarnation.

Yes... what a beautiful collar.

Aren't you a lucky boy?!

[Chuckles] [Barks, snarls] He doesn't like being patronised.

Well, shall we...?

Oh.

Indeed.

Right.

My son, via some grotesque miscarriage of justice, found himself remanded at His Majesty's pleasure.

So I've heard.

In which case, you can probably guess why I'm here.

I could guess, but I'd prefer you to tell me.

I'd like you to pay him a visit.

-Why?

-To find out what really happened.

Haven't you seen him?

He won't see me.

Well...what son wants his mother to see him in jail?

♪ I worry he won't come out alive.

♪ [Exhales] ♪ [Chair scrapes] ♪ Your brother... 37 fights... retired undefeated.

Who are you?

Never knocked down.

He was gifted...but it took courage to use that gift.

What do you want?

You have it in your power to do something that requires more courage than those 37 fights combined.

Where's Adam?

Is-is he OK?

That depends.

On what?

On you.

♪ You never wanted your brother locked up, and yet, you were presented with this...terrible gift.

A gift most of us would find it impossible to refuse.

You never intended to kill Leo Moore.

It was a momentary loss of control.

♪ You can never reverse that, but... what you did afterwards, what you did to your brother, you have the power to correct that error of judgement.

And that...if you have the courage to use it... that is your gift.

♪ [Chair scrapes] ♪ [Knocking] Lise.

♪ [Indistinct chatter] ♪ He wants to make a statement.

♪ Well done, mate.

♪ [Door creaks] [Keys jingle] ♪ Wait.

[Footsteps] [Rustling] You might be glad to know Kenny Holland's been transferred.

We have to check what's in there.

From Ms. Snares.

We removed the hand sanitiser.

Alcohol content.

Date and walnut?

Also, the governor has allocated you a counselling session.

All right?

♪ Please.

♪ [Table scrapes] ♪ [Door buzzes, squeaks] ♪ [Door buzzes] ♪ Jasper.

♪ [Exhales] Well, in the interests of transparency, erm, I'm here at your mother's request.

She's worried about you.

This is very hard for you.

When my father died, I... I-I constructed an edifice of... rules and habits... ♪ for protection.

♪ And now?

Er... ♪ Under pressure, it-- it is buckling.

♪ [Theme music playing] ♪