OK?
Down here.
Ready to get briefed?
Go.
OK, and these.
This area.
- Can you cover that? - Yeah.
Please welcome Professor Jasper Tempest.
Your job depends on this.
What you are about to hear is a rumination
on the vital importance
of the initial stages of a homicide investigation.
A period sometimes referred to as "the golden hour".
I should also add that one of you here in this hall
committed murder less than 24 hours ago.
At the conclusion of the aforementioned speech,
your identity will be revealed.
*CREDITS*
Do you remember Professor Emmerich?
The cartoon character?
You met him at my graduation.
He conducted a fascinating experiment on our final-year class.
I am thinking of using it
in the keynote speech at the conference.
Maybe I'm thinking of Professor Calculus.
You're not listening, are you?
Jasper, the test of a first-rate mind
is the ability to do two things at once.
I can paint and retain the information
that you think you'll be delivering the keynote speech
at the British Criminology Conference.
Firstly, Mother, you have misquoted F Scott Fitzgerald.
- Tell him to sue. - And secondly, what do you mean
I THINK I will be giving the keynote speech at the conference?
That role has been mine for the past five years.
And therefore, becomes your ancestral right,
despite the fact you're currently unemployed?
That, Mother, is a situation both temporary and irrelevant.
Well, the dean has chosen the speakers,
but not their order of appearance.
If I am not to give the keynote speech
- at the conference, then... - And what do you think?
I think, Mother, that you are artfully changing the subject.
- Morning. - Morning.
How's your dad getting on at the home?
Good, really good. He's got a girlfriend.
Player!
I, erm...
It's for your dad.
I was reading about music helping people with, erm, you know.
Dementia.
Yeah.
Dan, that's really thoughtful.
As you know, much of what I do involves manoeuvres
in what used to be called smoke-filled rooms.
Huh! I'm not sure what they're called now.
- Rooms. - Indeed, yes.
Anyway, as a result of these machinations,
I believe I can persuade the dreaded Appointments Board to reappoint you.
But to achieve that, Haiden, as your current replacement,
has to go, of course.
Onto which red-brick factory farm
have you off-loaded Professor Haiden?
Ah, now there's the bothersome part.
I've convinced St Cuthbert's College to employ the professor.
What, St Cuthbert's, Oxford?
Yes.
How?
I raised his status.
He's delivering the keynote speech at this year's conference.
It's for the greater good.
You should, all being well, get your job back.
- Listening in? - "It's for the greater good."
I thought as much.
- In theory. - In theory?
The dean hasn't thought it through.
Professor Haiden's speech has come to my attention.
It doesn't exactly sparkle.
Quantify the sparkle deficit.
You know he's broken your record for student complaints?
How bad is the speech?
It could easily make St Cuthbert's change their mind.
I think you need to help him improve it, spice it up.
For the greater good?
Professor Haiden is booked into the Hotel Fordham.
He needs time to "prepare",
but I know the real reason.
Do you?
He likes to, er...
"entertain".
He enjoys "company".
Don't most people?
- Oh, for goodness sake, he pays for sex! - Oh.
Let's hope the dean of St Cuthbert's doesn't find that out.
Oh, dear.
Your card, sir.
Thank you.
Professor Tempest.
I saw your name on the list of speakers.
And I yours.
No keynote this year?
Sadly, no.
That honour falls to Professor Haiden, er,
who I believe has just been announced
as head of your department at St Cuthbert's.
Mm. C'est la guerre.
- Oh, darling? - Hm?
This is Professor Jasper Tempest.
That's a name I have heard so often.
- You don't shake hands. - Well remembered.
You were my MP for a number of years.
I did not vote for you.
Er, well, nor did my wife.
You were sacked.
Er, deselected.
Yes, that's another thing I remember Tina telling me, er...
You're direct.
Did she also tell you she was one of the finest students
I had the pleasure of teaching?
No, she didn't have to.
We've ordered a table for 9pm, if you'd like to join us?
I shall give it some consideration.
- Mm. - Great.
- I told you how much. - It's misleading.
Oh, I'm sorry you thought that.
Professor Haiden, I believe your position
at St Cuthbert's may be in jeopardy.
- In what way? - Do you wish to discuss it here?
I read the speech you intend to give at tomorrow's conference.
How? No-one was supposed to see that.
Unfortunately, it cannot be unread.
But I believe with some judicious editing,
and a large helping of insight, it can be salvaged.
"Salvaged"? What do you mean, "salvaged"?
It is a word with a singular meaning.
You have been offered the position
of head of criminology at St Cuthbert's.
Terms need to be agreed, but, yes.
Did you imagine no-one from St Cuthbert's would attend?
- What are you talking about? - Once exposed to your speech,
they will have no choice but to withdraw their offer.
Did you apply for the job?
No.
- You got a knock-back, didn't you? - No, of course not.
Ho-ho! You got a knock-back,
I'm delivering the keynote speech,
your career's over,
and now you're here in some bizarre attempt to shore up your ego.
Enjoy your evening.
I had a strange call from Jasper.
Is there any other kind?
I did happen to notice he'd been researching
recovered memory syndrome.
And you happened to notice this where?
On his phone.
You are a snoop.
Wilfred, I'm a mother.
It's a role that comes with certain privileges.
The right to snoop being the oldest, most revered.
Well, if there's no physical evidence
to support any so-called memories,
then there's nothing to worry about.
There isn't any, is there?
Physical evidence?
No, of course not.
- Hello. - Good evening.
I decided to join you.
- Wonderful. - I'll let the head waiter know.
Right. Er...
Do you know that when I was your student,
I had THE biggest crush on you?
And then, seeing you again today, then...
I realised that...
it was actually...
a lot more than just a crush.
Crush.
Professor, I'm gonna be wowing an empty hall,
talking about cybercrime education for the police.
Look, you're dropping off already.
Wait till you hear it.
It'll ruffle a few feathers.
Do you know her?
Gisele Haiden.
The professor's wife?
I bumped into her in the ladies'.
Professor doesn't know she's here.
She asked me if I'd seen him with anyone.
I said no.
I think she's trying to work up the courage to confront him.
Why were you deselected as an MP?
Oh, God, were you abroad?
I rarely listen to the news.
He swore at a reporter, on live TV.
And I'd do it again.
She made a political issue personal.
It was when Toby was a baby.
Ancient history.
- Of course. - Yep.
Well, the fact was that I was suffering with postnatal depression.
Couldn't get out of bed.
I couldn't look after my baby.
And then this reporter's badgering Alex.
"How can you support the NHS
if your wife is using a private hospital?"
Ooh, we need more wine.
Allow me.
So, your room number?
Oh, come on, do I have to bribe the receptionist?
I need to work on my speech.
OK.
Until tomorrow.
Erik?
Please help him!
It's just what I've always wanted.
The chance to investigate a murder, surrounded by people
who think they can do it better.
A bunch of criminologists.
- Ma'am. - Oh, hello.
- This is the last thing we needed. - Yeah.
So, what do we know?
Single blow to the back of the skull.
We believe that the killer used that champagne bottle there.
The watch face is smashed. Stopped at 9.25pm.
Yeah, attempt to defend himself, maybe.
Well, we'll use that as our time of death
- until we get the PM report. Yeah? - OK.
We think the killer took the victim's phone.
Got the number off his wife, it's just ringing out.
Well, DI Rabbit's speaking to her now. I've talked to management.
They're setting up a couple of rooms for you.
You'll have full access to CCTV,
so interview everyone that walked down this corridor.
Only two problems are the images don't quite extend to this room,
and the cameras by the fire exit have not worked for years.
Right.
You might have a long night ahead. Call me if you need me.
Thanks, ma'am. Could be a long night, Lise.
I heard her.
Thank you.
- Lise? - Yeah?
This key card's for another room.
That's odd.
- I'm here for the conference. - Mm-hm.
Room 816. I'm a sales rep.
Cambridge today, Brighton tomorrow.
Who's going to know about this?
If you haven't done anything illegal,
it's not gonna go further than this room.
I won a holiday for two.
Friend won a holiday.
Didn't fancy sharing it with her husband.
You found him around 11 o'clock?
I went up to wish him luck.
- And the door was open? - Yes.
- You went in? - No.
I could see him.
I can't do this!
Mrs Haiden, don't leave the hotel.
Morning!
Hello, ma'am.
- How are you getting on? - Yeah.
Any breakthroughs? Not really.
Er, well, there's, er... there's this.
I've got that.
What's he doing here?
I have just been apprised of the news.
- Why did you not wake me? - Speak of the devil.
Known to the victim,
professional rival,
present at the crime scene.
I spoke with Professor Haiden at ten minutes past six.
He was hiding a woman in the en suite.
A woman?
Not his wife?
Unless he pays his wife for marital relations, I think not.
How do you know that?
I overheard them arguing.
Vinette Lawson, believed to be working as an escort,
she's got a criminal record.
Robbery of a client's wallet in 2019, and...
this is one minute to six,
and this is 6:55.
We believe the time of death may have been 9:25.
Well, if they were arguing over money, maybe she came back.
Well, you knew him pretty well. Who'd want him dead?
Let me see. Erm...
Well, his students,
colleagues,
- people who knew him socially... - OK, thanks, yeah.
Really helpful!
I don't have to tell you anything.
And I can keep you here when you could be working.
I make more in a week than you do in a year.
Did you go into Haiden's room?
- Yeah. - Did he pay you?
I'm not a charity.
You were overheard arguing about money.
A lot of rooms. Could've been anybody.
Did you go back there?
Why would I?
DI Donckers?
Regarding your transfer, I've had some responses.
Birmingham Central, Norwich, Liverpool East,
all very keen to have you.
- I'd prefer Norwich. - Norwich?
Yes. I wouldn't have to move house.
OK.
Well, you can start next week.
I'll inform the team.
I'm gonna tell DS Winters myself.
- OK. - OK.
Why do these things always happen to me?
I agree. It is most inconsiderate of Professor Haiden
to have got himself killed.
Well, my first conference as curator, and it's falling apart.
Well, perhaps I should give Professor Haiden's speech
instead of my own.
As a mark of respect?
Respect for achieving the one thing in life that is inevitable?
Hm.
Why would you do that?
We've been gifted the perfect opportunity
to breathe life into an otherwise moribund subject.
I could use the live police investigation
to illuminate the importance of the golden hour.
I sense hesitation.
I'm not sure Mrs Haiden will approve.
I shall speak with her.
- Lisa. - Hi.
- How is our suspect? - Didn't wanna play.
- Dan... - Remember the key card
- we found in Haiden's room? - Yeah?
It was for the room his wife was booked into.
But she told Rabbit that she didn't go in there.
- What, did she give it to him, or...? - Don't know yet.
She's making funeral arrangements.
- Dan... - Hey, this was found
in the hotel grounds. Haiden's phone.
Here's the thing. He called Vinette Lawson twice.
First time, we're assuming, to arrange the 6pm pick-up.
The second time was at 8.45pm.
I've re-checked the CCTV on Haiden's floor.
There is no sign of Vinette Lawson returning.
Dan!
What?
This is my last week. I'm...
I got a transfer.
- But I thought we agreed I... - No, we didn't agree.
You were very insistent, but we didn't agree.
That's...
That's not how I remember it.
Well, it is Norwich, so it's only an hour away.
- So, that's... that's good. - That's good.
Do you think we could find an empty room?
Oh, yeah?
Oh, hang on. Wait one sec.
Oh, hi, hi.
Thank you.
I hope you're hungry.
Seriously?
- Did I not order enough? - Ha!
May I join you?
- My name... - I know who you are.
When news of your husband's demise broke,
the first thought, of course, was to cancel the conference.
Then the thought arose that,
with your permission, we might continue.
As a mark of respect.
Mm.
If you agree, I shall give a version of your husband's speech.
"A version"?
To describe his speech as mediocre is to grossly inflate its qualities.
I'm the curator of the conference...
You have my permission.
- Thank you. - Hm.
Vinette Lawson, 11:30pm last night.
She's using Haiden's credit card.
Did she come back?
Not that we've seen, no.
Well, is there any other way into the hotel?
Come on, guys, I know we're under pressure here,
murder at the criminology conference, I get it.
OK? So, we get back to basics. Most murders are committed...
By someone known to the victim.
See, I reckon she came back, and I think she used the fire exit,
which means that anybody can access Haiden's room
- without it showing up on CCTV. - Right.
So, we interview everybody that is connected to Haiden,
and if we've talked to them already, we talk to them again.
All right.
'Single blow to the back of the skull.'
'Vinette Lawson. Did she come back?
'Well, is there any other way into the hotel?'
'The watch face is smashed. Stopped at 9.25pm.'
'And the cameras by the fire exit have not worked for years.'
I fear the worst.
You have a spring in your step.
I dread to think what you've got planned.
You require me to deliver Professor Haiden's speech.
The police wish me to help solve his murder.
I was torn.
I now realise they're the same thing.
So, why did you lie to us?
You received a message from Professor Haiden's phone
around two hours after you left.
Yeah. I deleted it.
What did he want?
What do you think he wanted?
If you wanna spend another 24 hours locked up, that's fine by me.
An image of you arriving back at the hotel at 9.20pm.
Why did you go back?
Sometimes they want seconds.
Well, you don't show up on the CCTV.
The lift was taking ages.
I used the backstairs.
You saw Haiden?
Knocked on his door, there was no answer.
Tried his number, went to voicemail.
I hung around for a few minutes, then I left.
You stole Haiden's credit card.
No. I found it outside his room.
He must've dropped it.
I took what was owed for my time.
This is bullshit!
We're interviewing everyone in the hotel who had a connection
with Professor Haiden. How well did you know him?
Well, we taught in the same department at Durham University.
Although this was about ten years ago, so...
You were in room 805. Did you pop in, say hi?
No, I didn't know him that well.
You were about to be colleagues again.
Yes, the head of criminology at St Cuthbert's is retiring.
I believe he was offered the post.
And what were you doing last night between 9 and 11?
I have an alibi.
Between 9 and 11, I was having dinner with my wife,
and that gent there.
Also, Gisele Haiden was in the bar.
- She can vouch for us. - Was she with anyone?
No.
What do you think she was doing there?
My wife thought that she might be waiting
to catch her husband with another woman.
We found your key card in your husband's room.
You told us you didn't go in there.
I must've given it to him.
Did you suspect your husband was seeing other women?
We had an open marriage.
Did you?
You checked into the hotel under an assumed name. You paid cash.
Looks like you were trying to remain incognito
while you checked up on your husband.
The assumed name, it was a name we used...
to spice things up.
OK.
Open marriage, you had affairs, he had affairs?
- Of course. - Who did you have an affair with?
Name one person you had an affair with.
The man I love has just been murdered...
and you're subjecting me to these insulting questions?
I don't have to tell you who I've slept with.
I don't have to tell you anything.
Where's he gone?
To myself.
A life well lived.
Ah...
Work.
You've got nothing else.
I ate what I wanted,
got drunk when I pleased,
slept with so many women.
As I slipped away, I heard a band playing.
Thousands cheering.
What will you hear when you go?
I was hoping for some input.
Professor, was Gisele Haiden telling the truth?
Sometimes, DI Donckers,
you ask me questions to which you already know the answer.
Do you think she was telling the truth?
No. No. No, I don't.
Then, erm...
come in and ask yourself why.
Her husband's infidelity shattered her pride.
And?
And those who knew her didn't respect her enough to tell her.
Why the false name?
She booked into the hotel anonymously
because she desperately hoped that she was wrong, and if she was wrong,
she didn't want him to know that she was here.
But she was not wrong.
No, she wasn't wrong.
She saw the escort leave the room,
her world fell apart, she killed him.
What do you think?
There is a mental health condition
known as intermittent explosive disorder.
Has Gisele Haiden a history of violence?
She was arrested four years ago over a parking dispute,
released without charge.
So, are the pieces locking together?
No. They are not.
Let us pretend that you are back at university.
Please, one final lesson.
Fine.
We have two main suspects... Gisele Haiden and Vinette Lawson.
Both lied to us,
both had means, motive and opportunity.
But with so many moving parts,
it is difficult to know where to focus the enquiry.
Please would you gather together the glasses and the knives?
Now, place three of the glasses in a triangle, far enough apart
so that the knives cannot form a bridge.
Professor Emmerich set up 50 identical versions of this puzzle
and gave our class 20 minutes to suspend the fourth glass,
like so...
using the knives.
Begin.
Ah! There you are.
This is going to have to be replaced.
I can practically see the bacteria multiplying in the diaphragm.
Yes, I'll see what I can do.
- Are there many cancellations? - One or two.
Most of the guests are happy to respect Gisele Haiden's wish
for the conference to go ahead.
Gisele Haiden is one of the main suspects.
She has a front-row seat.
The police aren't gonna drag her out in front of everybody, are they?
We shall have to wait and see.
Before you go...
I'd like you to read this out.
It's a list of Professor Haiden's accomplishments.
It's blank.
That's exactly the sort of thing I don't wish to hear.
Hm.
Haiden's postmortem puts the time of death at least one hour earlier.
So, Haiden called Vinette Lawson 15 minutes after he died.
- Nice trick if you can pull it off. - Exactly.
I believe I know who killed Professor Haiden.
But I am lacking the boson that gives mass to the other particles.
What?
The final piece of the jigsaw.
So, who is it?
To provide you with the evidence that you require for a prosecution,
may I request that the suspects
be in the conference hall to hear my speech?
Hang on.
I am just getting to know how you work, and I'll be honest,
there are a lot of wild rumours out there, but that is ridiculous.
I can't authorise that without a name, a motive, evidence.
Of course.
OK. Convince me.
And so, to emphasise the urgency I'm talking about,
I'm gonna leave you with one extraordinary set of statistics.
Erm...
Last year, 53% of all UK crime
was fraud and cybercrime.
Of these crimes, only 0.1% resulted in a criminal charge.
Thank you very much.
Tina Morley. We'll take a five-minute break, everybody.
All right.
All right. I'll tell him the truth.
- 'The person...' - Wilfred?
'you are trying to reach is unavailable at the moment.'
Wilfred, Adelaide.
Yesterday, I may have led you to believe
there was no physical evidence
that might aid Jasper's memory of that day.
Don't be alarmed.
I'm about to locate and destroy the evidence.
And, of course, our loss as a college
is one shared with St Cuthbert's,
who had only a few days ago offered Professor Haiden
the position of head of criminology.
We are fortunate in having with us Professor Jasper Tempest,
who has selflessly volunteered to deliver what would have been
Professor Haiden's keynote speech.
Please welcome Professor Jasper Tempest.
Your job depends upon this.
What you are about to hear is a rumination
on the vital importance
of the initial stages of a homicide investigation.
A period sometimes referred to as "the golden hour".
I should also add that one of you here in this hall
committed murder less than 24 hours ago.
At the conclusion of this speech,
your identity will be revealed.
I can't believe I OK'd this.
The killer, of course, now has a dilemma.
Do they run, thus revealing their guilt,
or do they remain in their seat,
hoping that this is a bluff,
an attempt to scare them into flight?
What will they choose?
But first, Professor Haiden's speech.
When Professor Haiden wrote his speech,
he can have had no idea that the ingredient needed
to give it relevance would be his own murder.
One thing he got right was the importance,
when it comes to evidence,
of separating the essential from the merely fascinating.
May I?
Yes.
I said use the knives.
I did not say use all the knives.
The killer could not leave the hotel.
To do so would focus attention on them.
They also knew that their proximity to the victim
would mean they would be amongst the first to be questioned.
They did not trust their own ability to perform under such questioning,
so they devised a plan to distract the police,
to send them chasing clues in multiple directions.
Amongst this evidential cache was Professor Haiden's watch,
stopped at 9:25,
as the victim presumably attempted to ward off the assault.
When the autopsy revealed the time of death
to be at least an hour earlier,
the police then had to contend with the mystery
of Professor Haiden's missing phone.
An item that fortuitously turned up with the revelation
that the victim may have placed a call after his death.
Then there was the conveniently discovered credit card,
used by one of the suspects,
and the key card, belonging to another,
found in Professor Haiden's room.
The time wasted on these fascinating,
yet inessential clues,
meant that initial interviews with the suspects
were perfunctory.
The killer, knowing that they would not face
a thorough police interrogation,
and with what appeared to be a solid alibi,
felt so secure that their behaviour, when questioned,
aroused no suspicion.
But there was a flaw.
A subconscious motive.
Surrounded by fellow academics,
the killer was eager to show how clever she was.
"She"?
She needed to convince herself
how wrong those appointment boards had been to pass her by,
how absurd it was that the position that should've been hers
had been offered to Professor Haiden.
In a room full of eminent criminologists,
she would sit supreme and unassailable,
having committed the perfect murder.
No more need to play the sympathy card
to excuse her meltdowns in interviews.
No need to fake the symptoms of postnatal depression
to elicit the support of her husband.
No!
You're wrong.
20 minutes.
You are totally wrong.
You never saw how she suffered!
You smug bastard!
Oh!
I killed Haiden, not Tina.
Me.
I know.
Convince me.
Alex Morley was sacked as an MP
because of what I interpret as empathetic anger
caused by criticism of his wife.
Empathetic anger can be positive, but when experienced by someone
who suffers from intermittent explosive disorder,
it is often destructive.
And how would you prove this?
One way would be to use Tina Morley's pain
to trigger a confession.
I thought if I caught Haiden with an escort
that the board would have to reconsider.
- And appoint your wife? - Yes.
What happened?
'I waited in the foyer, and I saw her.
'I wanted to get a photo of her with Haiden.
'Took the backstairs.
'It was too late.
'So, I waited.
'I thought I'd get one of her coming out.'
No, no. No, no, give me that back.
Give me the phone back!
I tried to get my phone back. He was laughing.
He was ridiculing Tina.
I picked something up and I hit him.
Every time Tina went for a job...
they'd ask her to explain the gaps in her CV.
Just bringing back those...
terrible months when, er...
she couldn't hold the baby.
She didn't wanna live.
She was led to believe that the job was hers,
and they gave it to Haiden!
She said to me, "This punishment is never gonna stop."
I just wanted it to stop.
Did you tell Tina what you'd done?
No. No. No, I...
No, I...
changed the time, smashed the watch, called the escort.
'Put Haiden's credit card where she'd find it.
'I did all of it.'
Are you pleased with yourself?
I know the cover-up was your idea.
Yeah. You know everything.
I detected misdirection before I knew Haiden was dead.
Saying you had a crush, that was clumsy.
Nobody will ever love you the way that Alex loves me.
Nobody.
Professor.
It's your mum.
- How is she? - She has a broken hip.
The surgeon says the operation went well.
Hm.
The Appointments Board has approved your reinstatement.
Mm.
The neighbours believe she had been in the attic.
She has not been up there for years.
She was looking for something, wasn't she?
*CREDITS*