♪ [Keys jingle, lock turns] Singer: ♪ Sinner, you better get ready ♪ ♪ Sinner, you better get ready, Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Sinner, you better get ready ♪ ♪ The time is coming that the sinner must die ♪ ♪ ♪ Sinnerman, you'd better pray ♪ ♪ The time is coming that the sinner must die ♪ ♪ For it looks like Judgment Day ♪ ♪ The time is coming that the sinner must die ♪ ♪ Jasper!

What on earth have they done to you?

♪ [Breathing heavily] ♪ ♪ Mother, why are we in the therapy room?

It is singularly inappropriate.

-I'm agoraphobic.

-Since when?

Since 20 minutes ago.

Have you see the flotsam that accumulates in places like this.

Yes.

I am one of them.

Mother, why are you here?

Oh, dear heart, I'm here because, other than what I read in the newspaper, I am completely in the dark.

I know what you did, but no-one will tell me why.

The case is sub judice.

You may be required to testify.

Testify to what?

That my son won't let his mother visit him in prison?

I doubt the prosecution will lead with that.

Why didn't you speak up in your own defense?

I refer you to my previous answer.

My dear boy, don't you realize the damage you're doing to your reputation?

The university have passed your students over to Professor Haiden.

Some of the dons are choosing to interpret your silence as an admission of guilt.

There are moves afoot, Jasper, to cut you loose.

Are you protecting someone?

Hines: I've now had a full statement from Simon Lanesborough.

"When I arrived at the Police HQ, "DCI Brand was waiting with a police-issue Glock 22, which she aimed at my face."

"She deliberately lured me to her office."

What deal is he asking for?

None of that is true.

Christina, on recording: I'm still at the office, working late.

Why don't you come by when you've finished doing whatever you're doing?

You're saying you didn't lure him?

You're playing games.

Christina, on recording: Got a surprise for you.

I'm playing games?

I lured him to the office to arrest him.

Whoa!

Whoa!

"Realizing DCI Brand was about to shoot me, "I turned to leave, "only to be confronted by Professor Jasper Tempest "aiming a shotgun at my head.

"I was caught in a pincer movement.

It was obviously planned."

You and Professor Tempest, according to Simon Lanesborough you were lovers.

♪ Man: Morning, detectives.

Hey, hey.

Hi.

Place like this, what does it say?

It says, "You can't afford to stay here."

♪ [Indistinct chatter] ♪ I am Reverend Hall.

I'm DI Donckers.

This is DS Winters.

-Hi.

-I'm the father of the g-- father of the groom.

That's my son Graydon and my wife Catherine on the sofa.

Your colleague, I believe, is by the pool.

And who's the young woman?

That's Rosemary.

A friend of Graydon's.

-Reverend, I'm sorry to... -Ah, Virgil.

Look, I understand you have a job to do, but I must ask for compassion and discretion.

We will do our best to minimize intrusion.

Thank you.

[Radio chatter] Paul: Make sure the pool room is completely out of bounds until I tell you otherwise, yeah?

Thanks.

Lisa: Morning.

Paul: Morning.

Right.

The deceased was Greta Parkes, Greta Hall for a few hours, 25 years old.

Her parents died in a car crash when she was 17.

No brothers or sisters.

The wedding ceremony and reception were held in the hotel, all paid for by Reverend Hall.

He introduced himself.

Britain's top televangelist, apparently.

-Mm.

-And this is where she drowned?

She could've drowned in the bath, dumped in the pool The postmortem will answer that.

What I'm hearing is she went for a swim middle of the night, new husband's fast asleep.

Initial findings, no obvious signs of a struggle.

According to the guests I spoke to, Greta didn't drink, didn't take drugs.

She was found 6 a.m. by one of the hotel cleaners.

-Mm.

-Are we treating it as murder?

Until we know otherwise, a suspicious death.

♪ [Pills rattle] ♪ [Indistinct chatter] ♪ I know how hard this is for everyone, but experience tells me there's also an overwhelming need for answers.

We're going to require a statement from every one of you, as well as all members of staff.

My colleagues will call you one at a time for a brief interview.

Please remain in the hotel until this process is complete.

[Men shouting] [Man speaking indistinctly on P.A.]

[Buzzing] Guard: Pass.

-What?

-You want to go in, show me your pass.

I'm not going in.

I have a parcel for Professor Jasper Tempest.

♪ Right, I'll make sure that the prisoner gets it.

Perhaps I should've warned you, before your infantile urges got the better of you.

I have powers, unusual powers.

One day you will wake up and wonder, "Why is my life such a completely chaotic mess?"

And you will look back on this moment and realize, "That strange woman, maybe this is her doing."

♪ [Heavy breathing] [Pills rattle] ♪ Adelaide: Wilfred, if there's one thing I abhor, it's nepotism.

-Indeed.

-And you know I will not plead If it meant forfeiting my life, I would never demean myself by pleading.

Well, forbearance is the hallmark of your creed.

-Are you quoting?

-Of course not.

Well, why do I find myself in a situation where I'm compelled to advise my oldest friend that he has the power to ensure the well-being of my son?

Adelaide, I'm not sure what you're asking me to do.

Is it the appointments board -that's got you in a frit?

-No.

Well, then, you can ensure, as dean of the college, Jasper's position is not under any threat.

But if the court rules against... Oh, yes, that his tenure should hang on the whim of some capricious, too-many-sherries-at-lunch judge?

Adelaide, I've already petitioned the appointments board.

I found myself in a minority of one.

Then what exactly are you for?

♪ Christina: Hines started asking about Jasper.

Lanesborough claims he aimed the gun at his head, pulled the trigger If he hadn't grabbed the barrel he'd be dead.

He's only got Lanesborough's word for that.

No.

His prints are all over the barrel.

Ah.

So, it's not about discharging an unlicensed firearm anymore.

Jasper doesn't need to know.

There's no need to worry him.

He's about to get charged with attempted murder.

Hines is just trying to scare me into confessing.

That's not gonna happen.

What's he got to gain by charging Jasper?

A scalp.

♪ [Knocking on door] Come in.

♪ Hello, Graydon, mate.

Do you want to take a seat?

♪ Oh, sorry, those...those shouldn't be there.

♪ Took ages getting it right.

My dad kept saying, "Not quite.

One more."

Wanted that perfect picture.

♪ How long is this gonna take?

I'm asking everyone the same question.

Would it be possible to access any phone footage you have from yesterday?

We'll make sure it's returned to you.

Yes, yes, of course.

Just so you know, I've spoken to each of the families.

You can be sure of complete cooperation.

♪ I was her bridesmaid.

Best friends since primary school.

Virgil: I don't think it's any secret Greta had a troubled past.

She'd been expelled from one school.

It wasn't a big deal.

Greta joined our church about a year ago.

Bridesmaid: She'd lost her parents, wanted answers.

Rosemary: She reached out, and by the grace of God, turned her life around.

Graydon: My father showed her the path to Jesus.

We lost touch for a while.

I was so pleased when I got the invitation.

Why does God let things like this happen?

I don't usually drink alcohol.

I must've fallen asleep.

Something woke me up.

Greta wasn't there.

I heard a scream.

Woman: When I got closer, I realized it was a body.

People say I screamed, -but I don't remember.

-Mm.

Different woman: Look, I don't want to throw any shade or anything, but you need to be talking to Fabe.

He got caught stealing from the bride's room.

Fabian Scholes.

I terminated his contract.

♪ [Sighs] [Pills rattle] ♪ Singer: ♪ Let us pause in last pleasure... ♪ [Indistinct chatter] ♪ And count the many tears ♪ ♪ While we all sup sorrow with the poor ♪ [Gags] ♪ It's a song that will linger ♪ ♪ Forever in our ears ♪ ♪ Oh, hard times, come again no more ♪ You keep moving.

[Wheels rattling] Singer: ♪ It's the song, the sigh of the weary ♪ Man: Hey!

[Indistinct conversation] ♪ Many days you have lingered ♪ ♪ Around my cabin door ♪ And whose fault is that?

Get your hands off me!

Get back in your box.

I welcomed you into my home!

♪ Singer: ♪ Though we seek mirth and beauty ♪ ♪ And music bright and gay ♪ ♪ There are pale forms waiting by the door ♪ ♪ Though their voices are silent ♪ ♪ Their keening seems to say ♪ ♪ Oh, hard times ♪ Guard: Oi, mastermind.

You've wangled another therapy session.

Come on, up.

I'm gonna have a word with the governor and put a stop to this.

Go on.

At our previous meeting, you talked about the scaffolding that you'd built around yourself.

Yes.

At some point, scaffolding comes down to reveal the building underneath.

The scaffolding is not the building.

Those rules that you gave yourself, the rules are not you, nor is your job.

I may be about to lose my professorship.

This self that we construct, it's one of the chains that, you know, we bind ourselves with.

But when it's not who we really are, it can be destructive.

I'll take it, put her through.

Dr. Goldberg.

Er, yes, I was hoping to speak to DCI Brand.

DCI Brand isn't here.

I'm DI Rabbit.

Right.

Well, I'm calling on behalf of Professor Tempest.

To come straight to the point, he's struggling.

He's, um-- well, he won't eat, he can't sleep, his job at the university is under threat.

I mean, look, you've worked with him, so you know he does...

He has his quirks.

Yes, which under difficult circumstances, can prove... How can I help?

If you could use his expertise, an official request to the prison governor would allow him some hours of respite from his incarceration, and that...

Uh, yeah, I don't think that's... To feel useful would make a massive difference to his state of mind, you see.

The case we're working on is an accidental death.

Right, OK. Sure.

Well, thank you for hearing me out.

Lisa: Until yesterday, you worked as a cleaner at the Fen Ditton Manor Hotel.

No comment.

Oh, if something is an established fact, you don't have to say, "No comment".

Fabian: No comment.

Lisa: You were caught stealing from the room of Greta Parkes, as a result of which you were fired.

-No comment.

-That was before the wedding, but earlier this morning, around 5 a.m., you were seen back at the hotel.

Why?

I wasn't.

Who saw me?

How did you feel about being fired?

Felt great.

Top of the world.

Did you go back looking for revenge?

-No comment.

-Well, we have evidence that you were there when Greta Parkes died.

Fabian: Guess what.

No comment.

♪ ♪ It won't be a stylish marriage ♪ ♪ I can't afford a carriage ♪ ♪ But you'll look sweet ♪ ♪ Upon the seat ♪ Both: ♪ Of a bicycle built for two... ♪ [Knock on door] ♪ Daisy, Daisy... ♪ Come in.

I have a confession to make.

OK. After you interviewed me, you called in Rosemary.

Uh, Rosemary Parrish.

I didn't come forward earlier because I was ashamed.

Of what?

I was listening outside.

Why?

I knew she'd lie.

And did she?

She said she was invited.

But she wasn't?

Of course she wasn't.

She's Graydon's ex.

They didn't want her there, but she's, like, maleficent.

She turned up, anyway.

Dan, I'm just putting you on speaker Dan: Apparently, Rosemary wasn't just a friend of Graydon's.

She was his ex.

She turned up uninvited.

Lisa: You bringing her over?

I thought I'd talk to Graydon first, see if he confirms it.

Paul: Dan, the techies have unlocked Greta Parkes' phone.

-I'm biking it over.

-OK. Search-trained officers have been through Fabian's flat.

Found a bag of clothes, expensive stuff.

Nametags matching some of the wedding guests.

Also, a lock'n'lock with enough coke for an intent to supply.

You think he killed Greta Parkes?

He was there.

He had a grudge.

How long can we hold the guests for?

Good question.

We've got two suspects, and we're up against the clock.

I'm bringing in the professor.

How?

You ever seen "The Great Escape"?

Greta: And finally, my biggest thanks go to my father-in-law.

[Applause] [Knock on door] The Reverend Virgil-- Dan: So, Graydon... Rosemary Parrish... she wasn't invited.

That was an oversight.

She was more than welcome.

How long were you with Rosemary before you met Greta?

We were friends at secondary school.

She was part of the church.

And then Greta came along?

Turned your head?

How did Rosemary take it?

When we split up, I let a respectable amount of time pass before I asked Greta out.

How long's a respectable amount I know this might sound ridiculous to you... but young people who don't have sex before marriage... our beliefs... [Sighs] My faith will get me through this.

Were you unfaithful to Rosemary?

Of course not.

And did she believe you?

Without absolute honesty, the cardinal virtues are meaningless.

[Siren] Lisa: 165 grams.

-Personal use.

-150 is intent to supply.

You're looking at seven years.

Dream on.

Everybody does coke.

The judge has probably had a toot before he puts his wig on.

I'm getting a suspended, and you know it.

You want to take that chance?

You need a leg up on the swimming pool thing.

I'm willing to negotiate.

Drop the theft and the coke charges, or I'm back in "no comment" land.

[Cell phone chimes] [Exhales] For the benefit of the tape, there'll be no further action on these charges.

OK. Yeah.

I went back to the hotel.

I went back to pick up a bag of clothes I'd stashed.

When I walked past the pool, I saw this bird lying there, face-down.

Lisa: Anyone else around?

Fabian: I heard footsteps.

Somebody running.

-I heard a door slam.

-You get a look at this person?

Sort of.

Not really.

-Male, female?

-Hard to say.

So, what did you do?

I'm hoisting a bag of contraband.

What do you think I did?

I'm not gonna hang around, am I?

You could've saved her.

Why didn't you raise the alarm?

You could've saved that young woman's life.

Maybe I could, maybe I couldn't, but none of it matters.

-We made a deal.

-I'll honor your deal.

Forget the drugs, forget the theft.

You just admitted to gross negligence manslaughter.

Carries a maximum sentence of life, and I will do everything I can to make sure that that is exactly what you get.

Wait, no, how was I supposed to know I could've saved her?

No comment.

There are over 200 messages from you to Greta, threatening to expose her, threatening to kill her.

Why would she keep those?

Because she was scared?

I mean, you call her... a slut... a nasty, two-faced liar, a whore.

I mean, what exactly were you threatening to expose Greta with?

That wasn't me.

Somebody took your phone?

No.

It's not who I am now.

When Graydon left me, I... had a breakdown.

All right, you threatened to expose Greta.

I thought, because of her past there might be something.

And was there?

No.

So why did you come here?

Graydon's father.

The Reverend Hall.

He preaches forgiveness... love, fidelity, honesty.

It's never too late to let Jesus into your life.

[Buzzer] [Robert J. Walsh's "I'll Be Free" playing] In.

Walsh: ♪ I been waiting so long to be free ♪ [Door closes] Move.

Walsh: ♪ From all these chains ♪ Open.

Walsh: ♪ That somehow shackle me ♪ [Buzzer, door opens] In.

Walsh: ♪ Like lightning through the night ♪ The prisoner has been granted a four-hour pass.

You get him back late, I'll have him in solitary.

♪ -Does he have to wear that?

-Your clock's ticking.

Lisa: These are pretty serious threats.

♪ [Softly] But do you think she's capable of carrying them out?

I mean, we don't even know if a murder's been committed.

Dan, you look awful.

Thanks.

Here, look at this.

It's Greta's searches.

Hymenoplasty.

Yeah.

It's basically where they-- I know what it is.

So much for no sex before marriage.

Did you check with the pathologist?

She didn't get it done.

So Graydon finds out she's not a virgin... Un-intact hymen doesn't mean she's not a virgin.

I mean, do you think Graydon would see it like that?

He waited, she didn't.

All this talk of honesty, all the time, she'd been lying to him.

[Shelby Lynne's "God's Gonna Cut You Down" playing] ♪ Lynne: ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ Paul: Two suspects.

Fabian Scholes, cleaner.

Sacked by the hotel for stealing from the bride's room.

Returned early to the hotel the next morning.

Saw Greta face-down in the pool, denies murder.

Rosemary Parrish, the groom's ex.

Sent death threats to the bride, turned up uninvited.

It's like starring in my own movie.

Lynne: ♪ Gonna tell that long-tongue liar ♪ ♪ Gonna tell the midnight rider ♪ ♪ Yeah, the rambler the gambler, the back biter ♪ ♪ Tell 'em God's gonna cut 'em down ♪ ♪ Tell 'em God's gonna cut 'em down... ♪ ♪ Lynne: ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪ ♪ Paul: Message from Dan.

He's contacting us from the 19th century.

Reckons the bride's lack of chastity puts the groom in the frame.

♪ I'll take you to the incident room.

I need to see where she drowned OK. ♪ Paul: Professor.

♪ CCTV cameras don't work.

Lisa: Maybe the killer knew that.

Dan: If there is a killer.

♪ Professor: May I?

♪ Professor: Ah.

Paul: What--what are you thinking?

Ohh!

Dan!

Ohh!

♪ [Groans] Show me!

Why are you at work?

Dan: I'm all right, I'm all right.

I just... [Cheering and applause on video] And finally, my biggest thanks go to Graydon, the love of my life.

I vow from this day on to apply the teachings of the church.

Without absolute honesty, love cannot bloom.

[Applause] Thank you.

And this one, please What is it we're looking for?

A murder does not exist in isolation.

Fissures appear, both after and before the crime These fissures, if you locate them and follow them, may lead you to the killer.

Graydon: ♪ Daisy, Daisy ♪ ♪ Give me your answer, do ♪ Greta: ♪ I'm half crazy ♪ ♪ All for the love of you... ♪ Do we have this from another angle?

Graydon: ♪ A stylish marriage ♪ Um... Greta: ♪ I can't-- ♪ ♪ Jasper Hieronymus Tempest, do you take Christina Annafrid Agnetha Brand to be your lawfully wedded wife?

♪ Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do ♪ ♪ I'm half crazy, all for the love of you ♪ ♪ It won't be a stylish marriage ♪ ♪ For I can't afford a carriage ♪ Both: ♪ But we'll look sweet ♪ All: ♪ Upon the seat of a bicycle made for two ♪ No!

It's what you asked for.

When I said no, I meant, um... -You meant yes?

-I meant yes.

Graydon and Greta: ♪ Daisy, give me your answer, do... ♪ Mute it, please.

[Singing stops] Let us preserve our sanity.

[No audio] You found a fissure?

Who discovered the body?

I must've screamed pretty loud, cos the manager came running out and dived right in.

And Dele, the doorman.

They were dragging her to the side.

What happened next?

The groom came running out.

Clive was there.

He's a cleaner The reverend jumped in, too.

-They pulled her out.

-Thank you.

-You've got 45 minutes.

-I need to see the body.

Are you sure that's the best use of your time?

I'll know that when I've seen it.

♪ Uh, keep her covered except for the lower extremity.

♪ You see these marks?

Mm-hmm.

You are familiar with the use of NPs and quantum dots to develop latent fingerprints?

Of course.

We can try.

Thank you.

[Pen clicks] We can cast all doubt aside.

Greta Parkes was murdered.

George Joseph Smith, 1915.

He was bigamously married to three women.

-He killed them.

-Yes, that rings a bell.

All three, and typical of psychopaths, lacking the most basic of imaginations, in all cases, he used the same technique.

He waited until his victims were luxuriating in a bath and then pulled them up by the ankles.

-The case was solved by... -Sir Bernard Spilsbury.

It is considered to be the beginning of modern forensics.

It's the pathologist.

Traces of fingerprints were found on Greta's ankles, but it's too blurred for a match.

Paul: I brought the car round.

We've got ten minutes to get you back.

-Greta was murdered.

-By who?

Without time to complete a psychological profile, I cannot possibly say.

We need to go.

Reinterview the people closest to the victim.

Ask them "why" questions.

Easier for a perjurer to say what they did than why they did it.

Paul: Professor... Utilitarian ethics may be in play.

This will make the killer seem plausible.

They believe they did nothing wrong.

♪ [Exhales] ♪ Two minutes to spare.

Detective Inspector Rabbit, ever since you picked me up you have barely looked me in the eye.

What are you concealing?

DCI Brand didn't want to worry you.

And you are torn?

Hines' inquiry has swung from Christina to you.

Lanesborough said you tried to shoot him.

His quick reactions saved his life.

DCI Brand does not need to worry.

Professor... shooting up DCI Brand's office, you were looking at a suspended and a fine, and you'd be out of here soon.

We both know attempted murder carries a maximum sentence of life.

♪ [Seat belt clicks] ♪ [Sighs] ♪ Have you visited Jasper yet?

I saw him this morning.

He's been beaten up, he's emaciated.

His nerves are shredded.

How can you let this happen?

His refusal to speak up in his own defense seems to be motivated by some fathomless infatuation with you.

-Did he say-- -Oh, he doesn't have to say it.

If you had the merest bat squeak of compassion, you'd put an end to this charade.

Dear God, woman!

♪ Aw... [Virgil sighs] This has been a deeply traumatic day.

Our guests have been incredibly patient, but I really think it's time for you to let them go.

Once we've spoken to you and your son, then we're done.

Reverend, looking at your statement, you didn't mention you jumped into the pool.

No.

Course I jumped in.

-Why?

-Well, to save Greta.

By the time you got there, your son and two members of hotel staff were already in the pool.

Yes.

Yes, there were.

So why did you jump in?

Well, looking back at it now, it... was an act of panic.

Faced with death, none of us knows how we'll respond.

You can let everyone know they can get ready to leave.

If you could ask Graydon to come in.

Course.

[Door opens] This won't take long.

Graydon, can you tell me why Greta went for a swim on her wedding night?

I've answered that.

I've answered everything.

Why are you doing this?

Well, didn't she have anything better to do?

This is ridiculous.

Do you know what hymenoplasty is?

I can guess.

Why would Greta be researching that online?

Did you discover she wasn't a virgin?

It was against your religion.

All this time you'd been together, she'd been lying to you.

-But I didn't know.

-Why?

Why didn't you know?

Because we didn't make love.

She wouldn't.

Why not?

[Sighs] She said-- she said she had something she had to go and do.

What, go for a swim?

She won't have sex, and you've guessed why.

You must've been furious.

You really have no decency, do you?

Furious enough to hold her underwater until she drowned?

[Screaming] [Chair scrapes] [Door closes] We've got nothing.

Professor: Under pressure, narcissists dissociate.

They do not lie, they simply create an alternate reality.

However, under this scenario... [Paul mumbling] the killer may incriminate themselves.

Paul: We need to go.

♪ -Give it a go?

-Mm-hmm.

[Fire alarm blaring] [Indistinct chatter] Manager: People, I'm sorry.

Can I have your attention?

Uh, I'm very sorry.

This is not a drill.

I must ask you to leave your bags and wait in the designated area outside.

Copy that.

Come on.

Let's go.

Professor: I would suggest that you need to create a vacuum, which will serve to bring the killer out into the open as they try to cover their tracks and irradicate the evidence.

[Alarm continues] [Radio chatter] Constable: Copy that.

Let's go.

Let's go.

♪ [Spitting] ♪ [Water dripping] What have you got in your hand?

[Jingles] I wanted to spare my son the pain of seeing Greta's ankle chain.

It had gotten trapped in the filter.

Paul: You think that was likely, and you were in the process of checking it out?

He wanted to go back for one last look.

Have you any idea how ridiculous you sound?

♪ [Indistinct chatter] ♪ Virgil.

Thank you so much for today.

My pleasure.

♪ Lisa: We found fingerprints on Greta's ankles.

We know how she was killed.

[Virgil groans] [Grunts] I'm telling Graydon the truth.

You can't change my mind.

Then, why are we here?

I wanted to give you time.

Work out what you're going to say.

♪ May God forgive you.

♪ [Grunting] [Muffled screaming] [Grunting] [Screaming continues] [Grunting] ♪ [Panting] [Splash] ♪ [Distant thud] [Footsteps] Lisa: Virgil Hall, you are under arrest for the murder of Greta Parkes.

You do not have to say anything... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, I've got plenty to say.

Don't...touch me!

You think I wanted to kill her?

You think I had any choice?

Good God.

When you've carried the faith of thousands, then you can judge.

I could not allow the faith of those good people to be destroyed.

By your affair with Greta?

Affair?

One--one encounter.

She tempted me.

She tempted me.

Oh, yes.

She threw my teachings back in my face.

She wanted to be honest.

If she'd told Graydon, everything I'd worked for would've been razed to the ground.

She followed what you preached.

She wanted to be honest with her new husband, and you killed her for it.

To protect my family, my wife, my congregation.

You'll never convince me that I did wrong.

What I did caused pain, of course it did, but was it wrong?

No.

Professor: I did not have enough evidence to risk sending you in a direction that might prove to be erroneous.

What made you go to the path lab?

Comparing the wedding photographs with the autopsy images, I knew the object I'd seen in the filter was the bride's ankle chain.

Well, when did you suspect the reverend?

The bride and groom were singing.

All the guests looked from one to the other except one.

Virgil Hall studied Greta.

He was trying to figure out what she was gonna do.

The first fissure was his dive into the pool.

To erase the evidence.

A flaw in his perfect picture.

-I have to go.

-OK. [Phone hangs up] ♪ Goldberg, voice-over: Letting go of that constructed self is never less than extremely difficult.

Behind the mask is... often unbearable pain.

The true self was not sufficient to secure the mother's love.

This is less than illuminating.

The boy who does well at school, wins prizes, never lies, never gets into trouble, that boy is validated by the mother's love... validated by society.

So the idealized self is adopted.

The authentic self is rejected.

I--I fail to see what you hope to achieve with this approach.

You talked about the constructed self buckling.

Jasper, when you can admit that the idealized self is not the authentic one?

That creates an opportunity for change.

Which self is making the sacrifice?

You are straying dangerously close to offering advice... advice about a situation you know little about.

♪ [Door closes] ♪ [Sighs] Jasper Tempest... you're charged with the attempted murder of one Simon Lanesborough.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court.

Do you have anything to say?

♪ No.

♪