As you are no doubt aware,
even in this exalted realm of ours,
miscarriages of justice can and do occur.
Can anyone give me the primary cause?
Enlighten us.
Sorry, I've forgotten.
A witticism.
The primary cause of miscarriages of justice
is faulty recall...
hence the joke.
Eyewitnesses failing to remember what they have seen,
seeing what they expect to see,
hearing what they expect to hear.
Memory is not static.
It is a dynamic, creative process.
It has the power to soothe.
It has the power to terrify.
Socrates regarded memory...
as a wax imprint on the mind.
This view persisted until 1929,
when, at this very university, Frederick Bartlett...
demonstrated how memories were changed...
and in some cases, completely transformed
on each remembering.
If you'll excuse me.
- Morning. - Morning.
Mr. Lewis,
- glad to have you back on board. - Thank you.
Thank you.
Miss McQueen.
Ophelia, please.
Help yourself to welcome drinks.
Hm, thank you.
The rest of your party?
Vicky and Byram.
Byram's gym membership's not going to waste.
I'll freshen up.
I was sorry to hear about your mother.
She's right here.
We're in number six.
Okay, number six.
Sake Ophelia.
Always about you, isn't it?
You and your friends, your mother,
and I never get anything back, and I feel exhausted...
She's started early.
Listen, it's probably none of my business, at all.
You and Ophelia, you okay?
Mm, well, she has her moments.
That's the problem.
Your mum's ashes?
Ophelia's like, why do we have to scatter them at sea?
Just bin them.
And it's not like she's gonna care.
Yeah, yeah.
I can't believe you've done that.
I cannot believe you've done that. Oh, my gosh.
Will you come in with me?
Come in?
Sh... she's not gonna yell at me if you're there.
Ophelia?
She's been sick.
No wonder.
And we think she's had a bit to drink.
Vicky's tried the cabins on that side.
We'll find her.
Take over, please.
Uh, sorry to bother you, guys,
I don't suppose you've seen a woman...
She's been in there.
Can smell her perfume.
I'm sorry to bother you, we're looking for a young woman.
Red hair, about this height.
No, I didn't see her.
Sorry to wake you.
We've lost somebody.
White dress, red hair.
Uh, I saw someone go onto the upper deck.
Red hair, but I didn't notice her dress.
Ophelia!
*CREDITS*
How's your mother enjoying her world tour?
Yesterday, she visited the Sagrada Familia.
Chintzy and garish, apparently.
Tomorrow, she will be passing judgment
on the Sistine Chapel.
Oh, bless you.
Let's talk about these intrusive thoughts
you've been experiencing.
Six months since DI Donckers died.
Six months since you last helped the police.
Losing, of course,
any attendant therapeutic benefits.
Any sign that these thoughts are beginning to recede?
Quite the opposite.
Until today, they were mainly precipitated by requests
from DS Winters, DCI Goswami.
Until today?
I was delivering a lecture on memory, of all things,
when... quite unexpectedly...
I'm so sorry, can we please change the subject?
Jasper...
I was wondering about the...
- Your curtain is moving. - Sorry?
Your curtain is moving.
That's the Home Secretary.
Did I not mention my allergy to felines?
Also, if I may, the Home Secretary?
Homey.
I'll transfer him to the Foreign Office.
- Yes, please. - Good boy.
Yes, I was...
I was wondering about the dual benefits of music.
The distraction of a physical activity.
Well, it, it needn't be a long, laborious learning process.
An instrument I can just pick up and play?
It can liberate you from thinking.
I do not wish to appear obstructive, but at the moment,
I can find no joy in music.
Everything is, uh, out of tune.
Bless you.
- Hi. - Hi.
So, who's missing?
Ophelia McQueen, 24 years old.
She was on board with her boyfriend of six months,
JC Lewis. Two friends, Vicky and Byram Stafford.
- JC? - John.
He goes by JC.
So, his mother recently died, left him a wad.
She used to go with him on his trips,
and yesterday was supposed to be a 'scatter the ashes' farewell.
'Scatter the ashes' farewell?
And what does this Ophelia McQueen do?
Influencer.
One question.
Why are we here?
Our stats are flatlining.
Paul retired like two months ago.
You're getting it in the neck from the Deputy Chief.
I know, but the missing person lives in our catchment area.
So...
When's our new DI start?
About that.
The powers above have decided
that a newly probationed DC is all we need.
So, talking of health, if you...
I think the university stopped giving The Prof my messages.
Ophelia loved these trips.
She was in high spirits when we arrived.
You, um, welcomed them on board.
How... how did they seem?
Were they happy?
Seemed to me she had a thing for JC's friend.
We were passing their cabin.
Ophelia was giving JC a earful.
About what?
She was jealous of JC's mother.
Despite her being dead?
Well, JC and his mother were close.
Close?
How would you describe it?
She had him like that.
He invited her on our trips 'cause he was scared of her.
She wrote books about childcare.
She was the first let-the-baby-cry guru.
Tell them, you've known him a lot longer than I have.
I've known JC since we were kids.
Summer days, we were out playing,
he's at his bedroom window, locked up for being naughty,
nine, ten years old.
I saw her heading to the upper deck.
And you're with...?
Uh, just me.
Um, I'm supposed to be meeting friends in Amsterdam.
Not now, obviously.
And did you see Ophelia before her... disappearance?
Yeah.
How did she seem?
Shut the door, I'm half naked.
Not happy.
The last person to talk to her would have been the barman.
Yeah, he took champagne to her cabin.
She was just out of the shower.
Just, uh, leave it there.
Is that her?
Yeah, that's her.
I called the RNLI and notified the Coast Guard.
That was your immediate response?
Given the rough sea and the fact that
the passenger had drunk a bottle of champagne.
If she's leaning over the guardrail to be sick...
She's gone overboard?
I'm afraid so.
An experience of death, for some people,
opens up the potential for change.
A, a shift towards a more authentic self.
You don't believe that a death can be transformational?
Your subtext is showing.
Is it?
These intrusive thoughts
are merely symptoms of my resistance to change.
If I remove the gloves, they will magically evaporate.
But before DI Donckers died,
you'd achieved the breakthrough that we'd been working towards.
- We? - Now, any breakthrough
inevitably comes freighted with uncertainty.
You'd removed the gloves.
But before you had time to be comfortable in that position,
a tragedy occurred.
So, the gloves went back on,
and you were back in control.
Except, of course, you weren't.
And maybe these intrusive thoughts
are a measure of your refusal to accept, or...
or therefore deal with, the guilt you feel about Lisa.
I'm so sorry, I must go.
Oh... no, we've got five minutes.
The air is full of cat mites.
They are riding moats of dust like microscopic Valkyrie.
The whole place needs an immediate and intense fumigation.
Jasper, Jasper, Jasper.
Hello, Margo, I... I see I've missed two calls.
Helena, Ophelia is missing.
Are you okay?
Her boyfriend called,
and he said she'd fallen overboard and
I don't know what to do.
Come on.
You piece of...
Uh, DC Highsmith?
Ma'am.
Uh, sorry,
I was just adjusting it.
DCI Goswami, this is DS Winters.
We'll be working closely together.
It's weird, this, isn't it, just...
being at work and not in uniform.
For me. Probably not, probably not for you.
I made, I made brownies.
You only get the one chance at a first impression.
You've certainly done that.
Why don't you bring DC Highsmith up to speed on today,
and we can reconvene in an hour, yeah?
I know you will not forget her.
Who is it?
Who's there?
Jasper.
My lord, look at you.
I won't come out, I'm in the absolute nuddy.
Where does your mother keep her towels?
Oh, no, no, don't worry.
I'll find them.
I never could
get into Adelaide's clothes.
She's so much taller, much bigger tits.
Aunt!
Jasper, it's so lovely to see you.
Aunt Zelda, I do not wish to be rude, but...
Jasper, darling, you're always rude.
It's so sweet.
Why are you here?
Your mother got in touch.
Wasn't convinced that between you and the dog walker,
Kafka's emotional needs were being met.
No, no, don't look at these.
Publishers talking about a retrospective.
I mean, honestly...
do I look like someone who's ready to be set in aspic?
Don't answer that.
Well...
how's the old gang?
I was not aware that there was a gang, uh, regardless of age.
How's Wilfred?
The dean?
He's, um...
he's the dean.
Our priority is to just make sure
we're ticking all the boxes.
- That's good. - Yeah.
DC Highsmith?
Okay, um, in the file it's listed as an accidental death, but...
I don't know.
Surely it's a suspicious death.
Why?
Well, Ophelia, the woman who's been pushed overboard,
she's arguing with her boyfriend.
She's embarrassing him in front of his friends,
like all those kind of people.
Mm, those kind of people?
Well, you know, like, um...
like luxury yacht people.
Everything's about appearance.
JC has paid for this whole thing,
and it is meant to be about commemorating his mum.
But Ophelia? No, she wants to make the whole thing about her.
And believe me, I have known plenty of people like that.
There was this one girl I went to uni with,
and I swear to God, every single...
that's not important. Um...
Look, there's just a lot of tense vibes.
That's what I'm getting.
I... look, I think she's been pushed.
Sorry, um...
Yeah, uh, I've had a lot of caffeine today.
The coffees here are...
really strong.
I had no idea.
I think you've made a lot of good points there.
Really good. Would you write them up for me, please?
- Yeah. - Thank you, that's great.
Tense vibes.
You've got to take her to meet
Ophelia McQueen's parents.
Thanks.
One more thing.
That office has been left empty long enough.
That's a DI's office.
I know, but Chloe needs somebody to look up to.
She needs to learn from you,
and that office is all part of it.
Have a brownie.
Should I call them Mr. and Mrs. McQueen, or Margo and Chris?
You're not calling them anything, alright?
I'll do the talking.
I've done this before.
Yeah?
Four... five times?
In uniform.
I li... I like to be thrown in at the deep end.
Well this isn't a straightforward notification of death.
I know.
I've got this.
Okay.
Just speak slowly.
And try to avoid phrases like 'thrown in at the deep end'.
Um, good afternoon. I'm...
DC Highsmith, and this is...
- DS... - DS Winters.
Winters.
Um, please could you confirm for me your name,
and is English your first language?
What's happened?
Could you confirm your name for me?
I... I'm Margo McQueen.
I've, I've been trying to get information.
I'm afraid that I have got some ba...
Sorry, um, bad news. I'm sorry.
Ophelia's boyfriend called, and he said that...
I'm sorry, excuse me. Sorry, um...
He said that, um, she...
that she'd, uh, gone overboard.
Tell me it's not true.
I'm extremely sorry, Mrs. McQueen. That's correct.
Your daughter is, um...
No.
She's presumed to have fallen overboard last night.
Oh, God. Oh.
I'm so sorry. Is there anyone I can call to be with you?
Sorry.
Look, I know the manual says ask
if English is their first language, but...
come on, like a bit of common sense.
Was that your first?
- Yeah. - Well, don't lie to me again.
I won't, I...
I swear.
Dan?
How was that?
A learning experience.
So, forensics have unlocked Ophelia McQueen's phone.
You were right, suspicious death.
You can read the exchanges later,
but the headline is Ophelia and Byram were having an affair,
and Ophelia chose last night to break the news to Byram's wife.
Let's question them again.
Byram and Vicky were incredibly supportive when my mother died.
It was their idea to scatter her ashes.
Who paid for the trip?
I did.
My mother left me some money.
Her car, her farmhouse.
So, you and JC spend around
two hours in the bar.
At the start of the evening, you went to his cabin.
I knocked, and JC came to the door.
Ophelia's lost her mind.
Shut the door, I'm half naked.
- So, you saw her around nine? - Yeah.
How long had you two been together?
Six months.
Before Ophelia's disappearance,
she was embroiled in quite a heated exchange with you.
She was drunk.
What was it about?
Our trip was supposed to be about JC
commemorating his mother, and, well...
Ophelia can pick her moments.
For what?
To let me know she and my husband were having an affair.
Now, why didn't you tell us about that earlier?
Byram and I, we thought it'd be better,
spare JC's feelings.
Was it an open relationship?
No.
Ophelia's quite old-fashioned in that respect.
But you fought?
No more than usual.
We loved each other.
Two months ago.
You went to her cabin.
No.
Go away.
Open the door.
- Ophelia! - You were seen
by a member of staff.
Open the door.
Go away.
I didn't go in.
What?
I threw her overboard?
Ophelia?
I only wanted to talk to her.
Right, and, uh, and say what?
I wanted to know who initiated it.
In the bar, you received
increasingly angry messages from your wife.
The last one reads,
"I need to talk to you now."
So, what did you talk about?
Nothing. I mean, I never left the bar.
The bar is equipped with CCTV.
You were gone for nine minutes.
I stepped out to call Vicky.
Byram, you didn't make any call.
I was trying to figure out what I was going to say.
And then I bottled it.
For nine minutes?
Yeah.
When Byram came back to the bar, how did he seem?
Did his manner change?
I just thought he was tired.
When you left the bar for the second time,
you discovered that Ophelia, the source of all your problems,
has disappeared.
What are you saying?
Wilfred.
Zelda.
Did... did Jasper tell you I was here?
No, I... I had no idea.
I'm under strict instructions.
Adelaide's plants.
How long's it been?
I'm sorry?
I'm trying to work out the last time we spoke.
Was it Freddy's funeral?
No.
I don't seem to have much luck with husbands.
Don't you?
Lucky to find them, unlucky to lose them.
You would have saved me a lot of heartache.
You're watering your shoes.
Oh, goodness.
Here.
Is The Delight still open?
Uh, it's a fancy restaurant now.
Shall we meet?
Sample the cocktails?
I don't really drink.
Mocktails, then.
Wilfred, I'd love to find out what you've been up to.
I don't think I've ever sampled a mocktail.
Miss Snares, brownies.
For you.
Oh, my.
Just, um...
just to say thanks for years of help.
Is The Professor in?
He's at lunch.
- I'll go in and wait. - Oh, no, you won't.
I'm unbribable.
How is he?
Ah, you always said he got so much out of working with us.
He did seem happier.
And healthier.
I wasn't here.
Leave the brownies.
How long do we give them?
Give them?
Give them for what?
Well, it appears I've been stood up.
Ah. And you think I'd know something about that?
No... oh good lord no, good grief.
No, that'd be very ungentlemanly of me.
May I buy you a drink, please?
By way of apology.
Okay.
Why not?
I'll have a vodka martini.
Very cold, very dry...
very full.
Do you know? I've never had one of those.
Why don't you join me?
Yes.
- Peter. - Zelda.
Please sit.
How did you get in?
I waited till Miss Snares left.
I am far too busy.
Well, you won't answer any of my calls,
so what am I supposed to do?
We have a woman overboard.
She's presumed dead,
although we haven't found her body yet.
We believe she was murdered.
Professor?
You should not be in here. Please leave.
I fail to understand what a woman falling off a yacht
has to do with me... or you.
Ophelia's mother and I are trustees of the same charity.
And she feels that the police are withholding information.
So, if you could possibly go and talk to them and
- see if you can find... - This is a ruse.
A ruse? What are you talking about?
What you have described to me is an accidental death.
While your therapeutic goal to involve me
in police work is laudable,
the method by which you seek to obtain it is crude.
Oh, my God, does anything ever happen that's not about you?
I'm... I'm watching my friend, who is a good,
kind woman, go through torture.
She doesn't know if her daughter fell overboard,
if she was murdered, if she killed herself.
She doesn't know for sure if she's actually dead.
Jasper, please.
I'm asking you a favor.
There's no therapeutic intention here.
Goodbye.
Professor!
I require immediate access
to the interviews you carried out
in relation to the Ophelia McQueen investigation.
Hello, how are you? I'm fine.
Did DS Winters request your help?
I need to view the tapes alone.
Without being disturbed.
I didn't think you could get much stranger.
And yet here we are.
Ha.
Right.
I saw her heading to the upper deck.
- And you're with...? - Just me.
I was supposed to be meeting friends in Amsterdam.
Not now, obviously.
She's been in there. I can smell her perfume.
Byram and Vicky were incredibly supportive
when my mother died.
And who paid for the trip?
I did.
My mother left me some money. Er...
Her car, her farmhouse.
Shut the door, I'm half naked!
Is that her?
Just, uh, leave it there.
Yeah, that's her.
Was it an open relationship?
No.
Miss McQueen.
Ophelia, please.
Ophelia's quite old-fashioned in that respect.
She was jealous of JC's mother.
Despite her being dead?
Well, JC and his mother were close.
Close?
How would you describe it?
She had him like that.
She wrote books about childcare.
She was the first let-the-baby-cry guru.
Have you just had some good news?
Oh, heavens, no.
But while I do not entirely hold with the philosophy of antinatalism,
I do have a smidgen of sympathy for those
for whom the very notion of procreation
is ill-conceived.
There is a joke there.
I have of late,
as a way of dispersing dark clouds of sorrow,
been experimenting with humor.
_
Have you got news?
I need to borrow your car.
You don't drive.
I also need to borrow you,
as the licensed operator and legal owner.
But why, why, why do you w... sorry, what...?
Look, actually, can we not do this on the doorstep?
Time is,
as they say, of the essence.
I would rather explain our predicament as we drive.
Drive where?
I've got a client in 10 minutes.
Ophelia McQueen was not murdered.
She is not dead. She was never on the yacht.
What?
But her friends all saw her.
And her mother told me at length what happened...
Her mother was not there.
Her friends saw her from a distance.
No.
This is nonsense.
Somebody saw her throw a... a...
a glass at her boyfriend.
Shut the door, I'm half naked!
Byram Stafford glimpsed a woman
he assumed was Ophelia.
He heard a glass smash.
Vicky could smell her perfume.
can smell her perfume.
Are you identifying a pattern?
Vicky talked with her.
No, they did not talk.
They exchanged text messages.
In all of the interviews, there is not one
positive sighting of Ophelia from anyone who knew her well.
What about her boyfriend?
I believe he has her locked away.
When he talked about her, he spoke in the present tense.
Ophelia is quite old-fashioned in that respect.
Which is what people do when they're in grief.
Jasper, have you talked to the police about any of this?
No. If we inform the police,
they will bring JC in for questioning,
and he will become aware of their suspicions.
He will then avoid the place where Ophelia is incarcerated,
and she will starve to death.
But we, we have to ke... keep watch until he leads us to her.
This is insane.
Do you want to save your friend's daughter?
Hang on.
Byram told Margo that he and Ophelia had Buck's Fizz
when they arrived.
And they saw a cormorant.
Memory is a creative process.
Byram has conjured up a previous visit.
Jasper...
without wanting to engage in ad hoc diagnosis,
this sounds very much to me like a deflected rescue fantasy.
I hesitate to say it,
but there was another young woman in danger
- who you couldn't save. - No.
No, this has nothing to do with...
Ramona Stubbs checked onto the yacht
under her own name then left unobserved
so that she could return as Ophelia McQueen.
Miss McQueen.
Ophelia, please.
We need to talk to DCI Goswami.
No. I'm wasting time.
They call this a stakeout.
Is this your first?
My second.
First time, I caught my boyfriend
leaving Eleanor Swan's flat at three in the morning.
How did he explain that?
He claimed they were having sex.
Talking of less than ideal boyfriends,
how sure are you that this JC
has got his girlfriend locked up?
If Ophelia McQueen was not on the yacht,
then where is she?
The only person capable of engineering the illusion is JC,
who, having spent the long summer days of childhood
locked away,
is now enacting a fantasy of control.
Only this time, he is the one in charge.
Sorry... got distracted when you said yacht.
The eagle has landed.
Uh, the eagle appears to have driven off.
I can see that.
There's a knack to this.
Yes.
Ophelia's attracting a lot of media interest out there.
Yeah, yeah, I saw a few out front.
Well, if you do engage,
we've got a squad of ships and drones all out looking for her.
Right. And, uh, and if I don't engage...?
It's up to you.
DS Winters?
Uh, yeah?
Um, there's a Dr. Goldberg on the phone,
says it's urgent.
Okay.
Hello.
What are you doing?
Get back in the car.
Ophelia?
Who is it?
I've come to take you to safety.
What is the code?
He's upstairs.
He'll kill us both.
I am a criminologist.
His primary need is to control, not to kill.
He is on the move.
What is the code?
I have no idea.
What are you doing?
The patina on the keys reveals the numbers he used,
but not their order.
Nine, two, ten.
We should perhaps make haste.
This way.
I have a car, take us to safety.
Stop.
Put your hands up.
Up!
We're going back inside.
If I go in there I'm never coming out again.
- In! - I'd rather die out here.
So, if I kill him, that's on you then?
I don't know what you want.
He's got them both.
The Professor and the young woman.
He's got them at gunpoint.
Okay, get her to safety. When you're out of range,
- call for backup. - Sir...
Now.
We're going back inside.
JC, when your mother died...
rules and morals.
Don't talk about my mother.
Put it down.
- Stay where you are. - There's gonna be a dozen
squad cars here in two minutes. Put the gun down.
- DS Winters. - What are you gonna do, JC?
- Are you gonna shoot everyone? - Stay there!
JC, you are not a killer.
You want to test that?
- I understand why you took... - Shut up.
Shut up.
You're looking at 12 months for kidnap, alright?
You don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison.
Six months, then this?
How did you know to come here?
Dr. Goldberg did what you should have done.
Dan, look, I'm so sorry about that and I'm so...
Get an ambulance here.
Get Ophelia checked over. Make sure she's okay.
Arrange for her to make a statement.
Thanks.
Are you okay? Are you alright?
Come along.
I've spoken to DC Highsmith.
Brand new to this department she is, brand new.
And this is the example we set.
I've already lost one young officer in the line of duty.
And I refuse... to experience that again.
I assured Detective Sergeant Winters
that JC Lewis wouldn't have pulled the trigger.
I can speak for myself.
Thank you, Professor.
DC Highsmith said you were brave.
Don't worry, I put her right.
But what worries me, Dan,
is your blatant disregard for your own safety.
The Professor got us into a situation,
and I had to take appropriate action.
Did you know that the woman who killed Lisa
is getting sentenced tomorrow?
No.
The CPS thinks she'll get life.
I think you should take the day off.
Go along.
It might bring you some closure.
No, I've got too much work on.
Uniform have brought Ramona Stubbs in.
She's admitted that she was paid off by Lewis
to impersonate his girlfriend.
But she claims she has no idea why.
Okay, I'll, uh, I'll speak to the McQueens.
Great, thanks.
Ma'am?
Yes?
I think I might be better suited to being in uniform.
Well, yes, you've...
got a few things wrong.
But you got a lot of things right.
And you just feel bad because you're smart.
Smart people worry more about their mistakes.
I know it's hard.
But you'll learn faster.
Trust me.
Hey.
One more call-out.
- Yeah. - Margo McQueen wants to see us.
Take care of yourself, yeah?
This is the best job in the world.
Thanks.
Dr. Goldberg.
Yes, I'm sorry to bother you at home.
But my friend Margo was adamant
that I should let you know how grateful she is.
You...
My idea that you re-engage with the police
seems to have worked out rather well for everyone.
Wouldn't you agree?
If I did not agree, then I would have said so.
Okay.
I shall see you next week.
Where did we leave off?
Memory.
Indeed.
Memory.
A dynamic process with the power to terrify.
And the power to soothe.
It is, perhaps...
one of life's most precious gifts.
*CREDITS*