(rumbling) (slapping sound) (shouting) (groaning) (shouting) (gun shot) (screams) (heavy breathing) (light switch clicks) (drawer opens) (paper bag rustles) (slow breathing in paper bag) (sirens blaring) (dramatic music) (coughing) (crashing sound) (smoke alarm beeping) (coughing) Over here!

Quickly, get out that way.

(coughing) Sorry, excuse me.

(window shatters) Is everybody out?

We don't know.

(coughing) (smoke alarm beeping) (glass shattering) (coughing) Hey, you alright, you alright?

-Wilf... -Wilf?

-I think Wilf is still inside.

-Which floor?

Wilf... -To the ambulance, go on.

-Wilf, you alright, mate?

-Where is she?

-She's a...who, who?

(coughing) -Where's Amity?

-I don't know, I don't... No, don't go back.

Wilf, it's too dangerous.

-Amity!

-Don't go in.

You've got to stay with us.

-I need to get back in!

-You've got to go with us.

-Where is she?

Where's Amity?

(phone camera clicking) (theme music) (birds chirping) The clue is in the title for the eagle-eyed amongst you.

Agnew propounds that the presence of negative stimuli, or at least the absence of positive stimuli, accounts for the propensity of certain individuals to engage in criminal acts.

In plainer English, perhaps, what Shakespeare so memorably called the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

The losses and betrayals, rejections and deceptions, sleights and disappointments that constitute a lifetime.

A missed promotion, the death of a loving and protective parent, a broken relationship, or maybe just an unanticipated academic failure.

We are one misstep away, ladies and gentlemen, from a downward spiral into delinquency, debt, dependency, destitution and premature death.

Have a very pleasant afternoon.

(soft music) (birds chirping) (cleaver chopping) You attack with feeling, Miss Snares.

It helps if I imagine it's a certain someone's head.

Ah, Jasper.

I wonder if I might have a quick word.

I wonder if you might.

It's about the midterm examinations.

They're due to be completed by the end of the week.

I thought I'd come and check we haven't been blown off course by a Tempest, as it were.

(laughs) As I was saying, the tradition of oral examinations or viva voces long predates us.

They were an essential part (man snoring) of the oral academic practices of the... (lively music) Wakey-wakey!

(whistle) (brass band playing) DEAN: Jasper?

Of course, Dean, whatever you say.

I find myself wondering whether an undertaking agreed to under duress is legally or morally enforceable.

And yet a promise is a promise.

Hmm.

Very well.

So, that's all sorted then?

(door opens) (door closes) So glad to see you coming round to the benefits of a fruit-based diet, Ingrid.

(cleaver bangs loudly) (playful music) (general office sounds) (Dan talking on phone) I can't wait.

Yeah, I'll see you later.

Bye...bye.

You can call her from your desk, you know, I don't mind.

Are you worried I'll overhear your pet name or something?

We don't have pet names, Lisa, it's only been a month.

Whatever you say, Danny-Boy.

Hey-ya!

(elastic band flicks) Ah, Processor.

Professor.

D.S.

Donckers.

D.S.

Winters.

To what do we owe the honor?

I was in the neighborhood, quite coincidentally, and wondered if I might be of any assistance?

We've got orders not to bother you.

Well, if you're at a loose end... On the contrary, a long and tedious task awaits me.

Hmm, and a stack of essays to revise.

You do not revise essays, Detective Sergeant, you correct them.

To revise something is to improve it.

As in, he needed to revise his use of language.

Perhaps you can revise his use of language in that.

We're waiting on the fire brigade report to check for the presence of an accelerant.

Faulty lava lamp, more likely, or a student with a cigarette who fell asleep.

A fire in a student flat.

How mundane.

Sure we can't tempt you?

Sadly not, but thank you for giving me an excellent idea for my oral examinations.

(light music) You could have taken my eye out.

Very dangerous, very unprofessional.

(birds chirping) The rational Ekta theory suggests that criminals are not compelled to commit crime but rather choose those behaviors, um, based on, um, uh...um... Miss?

Acton, uh, Jane Acton.

Your house is on fire, Miss Acton.

-Is it?

-Hypothetically.

You can only save one person from the flames, a cleaning lady.

(rubbing sound) Hmm.

Or a scientist.... (ping) who is about to discover a cure for cancer.

The cleaning lady is your mother.

Wa- was this part of the course, Professor?

It is not a course Miss Acton, it is a syllabus, and that...is irrelevant.

I think we'll have to find a job for you on the force, Wilf.

(laughs) (door opens) (door closes) All your safety certificates seem to be in orde, Mrs. Ranson.

That's a relief.

So, how is the hero of the hour?

(laughs) I'm no hero.

- Wilf?

-To the ambulance, go on.

You helped four people to safety from a burning flat.

I call that pretty heroic.

And I left a girl behind.

Amity!

Where is she?

Is there any news on Amity Roberts?

She's seriously unwell, I'm afraid.

Extensive third-degree burns.

They've, uh, had to put her in a coma.

Are you a student, Wilf?

MRS RANSON: (laughs) The odd job man more like it.

He had the brains alright, but a debt like that, well, it's not for the likes of us.

I'd never leave my mum on her own.

It was a piece of luck that there was a room that needed painting.

Well, one of the tenants had just moved out.

Do you have a name?

Valerie Peters.

The little madam.

What makes you say that?

She hasn't returned her key, for one thing, or paid the last month's rent.

Is Valerie in any of these photos?

(dramatic music) (pages flick) I hope you don't mind me asking, but what's behind all of the questions?

We think the fire may have been started deliberately.

(electric kitchen knife buzzing) (light music) Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

(door opens) (sobbing) Next!

Next.

Did I, did I pass?

(light music continues) PROF T: Next!

DAN: Here's the final fire scene investigator's report.

(pages flipping) Turpentine?

Or some other flammable solvent.

So, we're definitely looking at arson then?

Make that arson with the intent to endanger life.

The medical report for Amity Roberts, she was pumped full of GHB.

-The date rape drug?

-Yeah.

But no sign she engaged in any form of sexual activity, forced or otherwise.

(dramatic music) Somebody didn't want her to wake up.

Why did you move out, then, Valerie?

Um, I, I found somewhere better.

Cheaper.

Nicer people.

Nicer than who?

-Amity.

-(scoffs) Do you know her name means friendship?

It's pretty ironic considering she's a stuck-up bitch.

She's in a coma with third degree burns.

There's nothing funny about that.

Look, we didn't get on.

I'm not making a secret of it.

Where were you on the evening of the 17th?

At a college ball.

LISA: All night?

It started at eight, finished at two.

DAN: Okay.

Do you recognise anyone in these photos?

(light music) No.

DAN: Okay.

Thank you for your time, that will be all for now.

(door opens) Am I interrupting you, Jasper?

Morning, noon and night.

I've had complaints.

(door closes) Quite a number this time, about some of the exam questions you set.

The burning house one, in particular.

I devoted an entire lecture to Bentham and utilitarianism.

If they are too witless, too work-shy or simply too wooden headed to apply it to a simple ethical dilemma, frankly, they do not deserve to pass.

Yes.

Well, that's all sorted then.

Who would you save?

Oh, my mother, of course.

Why of course?

Because anyone who leaves their mother to be burned alive in a house fire doesn't deserve to be cured of cancer.

Now, that...is an excellent answer.

Oh, (chuckles) thank you.

(door opens) (door closes) Say sex, Danny-Boy.

(restaurant sounds) (camera clicks) CALVIN: Dan?

Hey.

Hello mate.

Oh, nice to see you.

Nice to see you.

Oh, Dina, Calvin, Calvin, Dina.

Where've you been hiding?

Oh, you know, people to see, places to be.

Nice suit.

You know me, I like to make an effort.

-(embarrassed laugh) -Uh, I've got to go.

Yeah, no worries, mate.

You've got my number though, yeah?

-Yeah, of course.

-Then use it, dickhead.

Yeah, I will.

How do you know him?

We went through training together.

Oh, thank you.

I'll get this.

Thanks.

Is everything alright?

It's £11.50 for a tomato salad?

Well, they were heritage.

Yeah, but at that price they should be grade two listed.

You want to go halves?

Oh, do you mind?

Sorry babe, I'm a little bit short until payday that's all...

I had to lend some to my dad.

It's fine.

(dramatic music) (crickets chirping) (shouting) (breathing heavily) (breathing through paper bag) (doorbell rings) (door opens) Jasper.

Mother.

(dog barking) What an unexpected pleasure.

It's awfully naughty of me, darling, but I'm afraid I can't invite you in, Kafka is doggy dating.

(romantic music) I'm thinking of putting him out to stud.

The fees are incredible.

This is just a courtesy visit, Mother.

Courtesy Jasper, from you?

I merely wish to inform you before the intelligence reaches you by other means, that I am planning to undertake a course of therapy.

Therapy?

But that's marvellous, darling.

I've been on at you for years.

What's it to be?

Urophagia, colonic irrigation, goat yoga?

(gasps) Oh, I have the number of the most amazing Tibetan acupuncturist inside (laughs).

The needles are, ooh.

None of the above, Mother.

I intend to speak to a psychologist.

Dear heart, is that wise?

(phone beeping) LISA: What are you doing?

That's the phone, Dad.

You use this to call me, remember?

I know that.

So, what do you do if you want to speak to me?

-Press your face.

-That's right, Dad.

You just press my face if it's an emergency.

(television playing in the background) Home help will be here at half nine, okay?

Okay.

(dramatic opera music) Is that the answer you're looking for, Professor?

Ma'am?

I was just wondering if we'd made any progress.

I haven't had a chance to speak to Amity Roberts.

They haven't brought her round.

We're going as fast as we can.

Well, maybe a, um, fresh perspective might help.

Ma'am?

I thought you said to use him sparingly, you know, like...

I know what I said, D.S.

Donckers, but I'm up against it.

This isn't the only case on my desk.

Alright.

A bit of a hurry-up from the, the Chief Super.

He's being lent on by the top dogs at the university because they've heard that we think it's arson, so, I say you get him in.

What could possibly go wrong?

Okay.

(opera music) (phone pings) (door opens) Exams are canceled, Miss Snares, for the rest of the day.

Well, the fire brigade found traces of accelerant in the kitchen.

Which suggests the fire was started by someone with a key to the flat.

Except our student friends aren't always in the habit of locking the front door.

If the door was locked, then Valerie Peters has some means of accessing the property.

Except she would appear to lack a clear and credible motive.

We're still checking out her alibi, but the fire started around 11 and she claims that she was at this ball with her friends long before that.

What about the other residents?

Well, they're just a bunch of kids, nerdy kids at that.

I don't imagine any of them would be stupid enough to set the place on fire whilst they themselves were still in it.

The term homo sapiens is a misnomer, Detective Sergeant.

Human beings are guided far more often by perverse irrationality than by solid reasoning.

(dramatic music) I agree with you, and Jeremy Bentham that human nature is essentially selfish.

And yet you have somewhat restored my faith in it, Mr...?

Jones.

Joss Jones.

Ah.

Pass.

I find our student population to be as capable of deception and malfeasance as the rest of us, Miss Donckers.

A young man who has paid another to take an exam on his behalf.

Who knows what else he might be capable of?

Hey, Lisa, it's that way for your next appointment.

(laughs) Pity there's no cure for being quietly un-funny, Dan.

My god, poor Amity.

DAN: So, Joss, you were in your room all night?

Yeah.

Well, unit I smelled the smoke.

And what were you doing?

Studying, listening to music.

Can anyone vouch for you?

I didn't think anyone else was in.

Until the fire started.

Until I took a break... about...nine.

I heard some voices...arguing.

Do you know who?

Some of the girls maybe.

I mean, it wouldn't be the first time.

Do you recognise anyone?

(dramatic music) Yeah, Louis.

Who's Louis?

Amity's ex.

BRAND: Any pearls of wisdom, Jasper?

It seems imperative to establish whether we are dealing with an arsonist or a pyromaniac.

Is there a meaningful difference?

An arsonist has external motivation.

Such as?

Insurance fraud.

Whereas a pyromaniac's motivation comes from within.

Anger, for example.

I think we're safe to assume that the motivation of whoever set the fire was to either harm or kill Amity Roberts.

PROF T: It is seldom safe to assume anything.

BRAND: So, who's in the frame?

Valerie Peters, moved out a week or so before the fire, still has her key.

Admits to being antagonistic towards the victim, but has an alibi that appears to check out.

DAN: Hmm, Joss Jones, in his bedroom alone on the night of the fire.

So, no alibi.

We're starting background checks.

And Louis Dennis, Amity Roberts' former boyfriend.

Who D.S.

Donckers so cleverly photographed at the scene of the fire.

And who we found with some dodgy photos of Miss Roberts on his laptop.

Some kind of revenge porn?

He seemed pretty upset that Dan suggested that when we interviewed him earlier.

I've told you, I didn't take those pictures.

I didn't send them to anybody.

She sent them to me, I swear.

Why would she send compromising photos of herself to someone she dumped less than a month ago?

Plus, a bunch of her classmates and peers?

I've absolutely no idea.

What did you think when you saw them?

I just thought it as a dreadful mistake.

You know, like she'd forwarded them by accident.

I mean, I tried to call her, but she didn't answer.

Okay.

What time was this?

About 10:30, 45 maybe.

I decided to walk over to her place.

But, when I got there, well, you know, it was on fire.

You didn't think that this was maybe her way of trying to say she wanted to get back together with you?

No, definitely not.

You seem very sure.

She's already started sleeping with somebody else.

Or so I've heard.

Any idea who?

Joss Jones.

Blimey.

They're all at it with each other like a bunch of baboons.

It is more accurately termed a flange of baboons, Detective Inspector.

But you are otherwise correct.

Like baboons or Bonobos, or any other group of primates, our student friends are engaged in a struggle with one another for status and mating rights.

Well, then, in the absence of David Attenborough, I suggest you two start studying them a little more closely.

Come on then, Lis.

I've got six hours of CCTV footage to go through from Valerie Peters' summer ball.

What, I've got to do this on my own?

(phone rings in background) What about you, Professor?

Fancy teaming up?

(car hoots) (keys jangle) (dramatic music) Adelaide.

Christina.

(laughs) Are you, are you looking for Jasper?

In a car park?

That seems unlikely.

(laughs) Gosh, you know you... you haven't aged a bit.

Can't say the same for you, dear.

I'm sorry, Adelaide, I'm, I'm in a bit of a rush.

Has he informed you of his intention to undergo a course of psychotherapy?

No, no, he hasn't.

Then consider yourself told.

There's only one reason a man of his outlook and temperament would hazard the foolhardy step of self-analysis, and it isn't to impress his mother.

There's nothing I would like more than to see my son settled and happy.

But if you toy with his affections, well, as the ladies from the Fen Ditton bridge club can testify, my wrath is a terrible thing to behold.

(dramatic music) Toodle-loo.

(scoffs) (car door opens) (car door closes) (car door closes) Professor, street sign.

Doh!

Excuse me?

It doesn't matter.

You disagree with D.I.

Rabbit, then, Professor?

Almost invariably.

Doesn't seem that much of a reach.

If the fire was started deliberately, then Amity must have been the target.

Are you very familiar with the latest academic research into the behavioural abnormalities of those with pyromaniac tendencies, Detective Sergeant?

I wouldn't say very.

And neither am I, because there has been remarkably little research in this area.

What little there has, suggests pyromaniacs often fail to understand their own motivations.

They act impulsively, sometimes in response to sexual or fetishistic urges.

Right, they get a kick out of it.

Precisely so.

So, how do we know we're dealing with a kinky pyromaniac or a plain vanilla arsonist?

You look for a pattern of similar fires in that part of the city.

(doorbell rings) DAN: You've had no problems with them, your current tenants?

Oh, you know, a few, nothing serious.

Mrs. Ranson, we found this.

(paper rustles) MRS. RANSON: That's a misunderstanding.

DAN: That's a section eight eviction notice dated on the third of last month.

Alright.

I admit it.

I wanted them out.

And why was that, Mrs. Ranson?

I got Wilf to drive me around during the day while they're out at lectures.

You wouldn't believe what we found powders, pills, potions.

DAN: And did you report what you found to the police?

It wouldn't have been worth my while.

Or someone made it worth your while not to?

There's no law against changing your mind, is there?

(dramatic music) LISA: It would seem young Joss Jones... AKA Master Joceline Armitage Sibthorpe-Jones Esquire.

...has been getting into a few awkward scrapes of late.

Daddy paid off the landlady, so she'd withdraw her eviction notice, not make a formal complaint to the police.

LISA: She found a phial of GHB in his room, though he was adamant it wasn't his.

Can we have a word?

GHB.

It was found in your room, Joss.

And it was also found in Amity Roberts' bloodstream.

Look, the GHB, it wasn't my idea.

Valerie ordered it online.

She ordered a date rape drug?

-We've been clubbing a lot.

-And?

It's like liquid ecstasy, it makes you feel euphoric, whatever, disinhibited.

It still doesn't explain what it was doing in your room.

You're sleeping with Valerie.

-On and off.

-As well as with Amity?

-Who told you that?

-Her ex-boyfriend.

(sighs) It was a one-time thing with Amity.

She'd been with Louis for a long time.

She fancied something new.

So, was this part of the experiment?

Er, not with Amity.

I mean, she definitely wasn't into anything like that.

Look, I'm late for my lecture.

Uh, not so fast, Mr. Jones.

I'd like a word, if I may.

Maybe he set the flat on fire to create smoke screen, you know, divert attention from the fact he was flunking out.

It's like the ultimate dog ate my homework excuse.

No.

You're giving me the profile of a spoiled rich kid, not a reckless arsonist.

What about Valerie Peters?

Well, I think we discovered the real reason she moved out.

And maybe why she kept her key.

How solid is her alibi?

I'm still going through the footage, but no sign of her so far.

Well, then, make finishing that a priority.

Oh, boss, what about this?

RABBIT: What is it?

It's a list of unexplained fires across the city that the Professor ask for.

Email it to him by all means, but this is a tangled web.

Let's not get too distracted by a burned-out shed.

(bell ringing) (birds chirping) (door opens) Ah, Jasper.

(door closes) This is Mr. Sidthorpe-Jones.

Congratulations.

Please, call me Toby.

Toby is a trustee of St. Hubert's.

And a generous donor to many of the university's most worthwhile causes.

Uh, we've been discussing the unfortunate matter of young Jocelin's oral examinations (laughs).

And I was wondering... Well, Toby was wondering whether there's any chance, an outside possibility that, um... you may have been, well, you know, um... TOBY: Mistaken.

Mistaken?

Yes, mistaken.

Your son has failed to make any sort of impression on me in the time he has spent at this institution, Mr. Jones.

So much so, in fact, that his simple but effective ruse of paying another student to take his exams on his behalf went unremarked.

At least at first.

Having unwisely brought himself to my attention, however, I have taken the time to acquaint myself with his academic record.

And it is quite beyond me how he managed to obtain himself a place at an educational establishment of this quality.

For he is incurious, lazy, predictable, and above all, intellectually limited.

In this last respect, he takes after his father who is brainless enough to imagine that a wave of his check book will persuade the Dean to turn a blind eye to such a flagrant attempt to defraud this university of a first class honors degree.

(pages flip) You'll be hearing from my lawyer.

(door opens) (door closes) We've checked the CCTV footage from the porters' lodge at the college where the ball was held.

Frame by bloody frame.

And there is no record of you entering.

I came in the back way.

LISA: We spoke to the waiter at your table.

He said there was an empty place throughout dinner.

(sighs) DAN: Come on, Valerie.

We know you've been lying to us from the start.

Do you recognise him?

LISA: You and Louis were in it together, is that it?

Or did you decide to get back at Amity all on your own?

(dramatic music) You must have been gutted to see a meal ticket like Jocelin Sidthorpe-Jones slip through your fingers.

I bet you were already planning the wedding photos in Country Life.

DAN: We've already got Joss on record saying he heard raised female voices in the flat around nine.

And he's very obligingly told us it was you who ordered the GHB.

It won't take much for us to gain access to your bank records and prove it.

(moaning) Miss...Nash... you have amply demonstrated your ability to accurately quote a definition of Agnew's General Strain theory straight from the textbook.

However, I wonder if I might trouble you for an observation of a more personal nature?

A...a personal insight?

Precisely.

One that originates from within your own frontal cortex rather than one that has been so transparently hijacked from another.

Nope, I thought not.

My best friend's sister's ex-boyfriend... Tyrell?

He had his heart set on becoming a Premier League footballer.

And he'd been on the books of one of the biggest clubs since he was...seven.

But at 16 they let him go, just like that.

(dramatic music) And, he was a lovely guy.

He was...smart, talented, respectful.

But he's inside now.

He stabbed someone over a drug debt.

And I think the disappointment, the crushing of his dreams, really, it just destroyed him.

Turned a good man...bad.

Hmm.

(door opens) Er, Professor...?

(door closes) How dare you!

(women shouting) LISA: Valerie admits to going to confront Amity about sleeping with her boyfriend.

DAN: And she admits to lacing her drink with GHB.

She even admits to taking the photos and using Amity's laptop to email them to all and sundry.

But she swears blind she had nothing to do with starting the fire.

And I would lay a considerable wager that she's speaking the truth.

What makes you so sure of that?

Because she is a woman.

(scoffs) And?

For a wronged and vindictive female, humiliation of her rival is the most desirable outcome, not murder.

This is the 21st century.

You can't say stuff like that.

Nevertheless, I just did.

So, you're suggesting that sending the nude photographs of Amity was a sufficient act of revenge?

Precisely so.

So, we charge Valerie Peters with administering a noxious substance.

And disclosing private photographs with intent to cause distress.

But where does that leave us with the fire?

It leaves you with three burned-out cars, two sheds and a somewhat charred recycling bin.

Oh, with respect, Professor, I've looked into all those fires.

There really is no pattern.

There's nothing that connects them to each other, let alone the fire in the student flat.

Then, with respect, Detective Sergeant, I suggest you look again.

RABBIT: Wouldn't it make better sense to follow up on thingy-mabob Jones, Ma'am?

Or Amity's ex-boyfriend.

We haven't been able to rule him out yet.

Let's run with the, uh, fresh line of inquiry the professor is suggesting... for now at least.

(D.I.

Rabbit sighs) Detective Inspector?

Might I trouble you to procure for me a map of Cambridge, a ruler and a fine black marker pen?

Hmm-mm.

Oh, yes, and some flags.

-Flags?

-On cocktail sticks, about...so high.

Any particular country?

No.

I shall leave that up to you.

Mexico.

(upbeat music) RABBIT: But none of them could describe him accurately.

They all recalled a stranger turning up on their doorstep to report the fire and to say that he'd called 999.

DAN: None of them could remember what he looked like, or even what he wore.

He was remarkably unremarkable.

And that, Detectives, is your pattern.

A typical pyromaniac is...

Male, aged 17 to 35, often neglected as a child.

And above all, unobtrusive.

A nobody.

A frustrated nobody, in this case, who showed promise as a child but has now developed an inferiority complex.

He starts the fires so that he can play the hero and save the day, and get the recognition he thinks is being denied to him.

Precisely so.

It's a neat theory, but it doesn't get us any closer to ID'ing our perp.

I already know their identity.

(upbeat music) MRS. RANSON: That's a misunderstanding.

DAN: That's a section eight eviction notice dated on the third of last month.

LISA: So, how's the hero of the hour?

(laughs) I'm no hero.

For the avoidance of doubt, I intend to pinpoint their address.

A standard geographical profiling technique for what you may term a poacher-style criminal.

It uses their home as a base from which to commit crime in their locale.

Oh, Professor, doh!

That was the...

Remember?

I do remember.

And the intervening time has not made that alleged jest any the more penetrable.

(dramatic music) (muffled banging) MRS. RANSON: My back's killing me.

Would you pop out to the chemist for some of those painkillers?

Well, what about these ones?

They make me really drowsy.

Okay.

Well, I'll, I'll make you a cup of tea before I go, okay?

Okay.

(door closes) (tense music) (jacket zip closes) (car door opens) (car door closes) You alright, Wilf?

(car door closes) Yeah.

(detonator timer beeps) LISA: Would you mind coming with us to the station?

We've got a few questions.

Uh, I can't right now, I've, I've gotta go to the chemist for my mum.

It's, it's urgent.

We can do this the hard way, if you'd prefer.

Yeah, yeah, okay, okay.

This way, come on.

(detonator timer beeps) (tense music) LISA:‘...landlady's son labeled a hero after preventing fire fatalities.'

How long is this gonna take?

A bit more high profile than your usual targets, wouldn't you say?

Look, my mum's not well, okay?

She's sick.

I gave her something to sleep.

Right, and I need to go and look after her.

I need to go back to her.

It must be tough for a lad of your age stuck at home worrying about your mum while a bunch of hooray Henrys with half your brains party like it's going out of fashion.

(shoe tapping) (detonator timer beeps) Look, Wilf, Amity's conscious and on the mend.

We know you didn't mean to hurt her, okay, it'll all be taken into account if you cooperate.

You don't understand.

You don't understand because neither of you are listening to me.

LISA: When are you planning your next attack, Wilf?

I need to leave!

I need to go!

(detonator timer beeps) (electricity arcs) (fire crackles) (tense music) -Wilf, sit down, Wilf.

-She's not feeling well, can you not understand that?

Come on, mate, sit down.

We're not finished, Wilf.

She's not well.

I need to go and see her.

You're not going anywhere.

You need to sit down.

I need to...yes, I am going... Don't touch me, don't touch me.

Come on, calm down, calm down.

Come on, come with me.

Let's take two minutes, eh?

(door opens) (door closes) Who does every boy strive hardest to impress, Detective Sergeant?

His mother.

(upbeat music) (door opens) (sirens blare) (banging) How's she doing?

Very groggy.

Looks like she's been drugged.

Thank you.

You don't think he was actually trying to kill her, do you?

No chance.

Just earn her approval by saving her.

Bloody hell.

There are easier ways.

Hmm.

Do you want to earn my approval, Dan?

Always Lisa, always.

Buy me a beer.

I'm literally dying for one.

What, oh?

Hmm, it's not what you think.

I'm meeting someone for a coffee.

A coffee?

I don't know what Dina's putting in your drink, but you've changed.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, see you tomorrow.

(soft music) ADELAIDE: How splendid the old place is.

PROF T: And this is?

A peace offering, darling.

Your second cousin, Leopold, is in the head shrinking business.

I asked him to make me a list of the ten best practitioners in his field.

Dennis Eagle Rock Shamanistic Services.

Ayahuasca Soul Retrieval.

Purging.

Real sheep's blood available upon request.

You always need a plan B, darling.

Thank you, Mother.

But no thank you.

I have already made my choice.

You have?

And if I remain here conversing with you, I shall be late for my first session.

No time like the present, darling.

Carpe diem, Jasper, seize the day.

(dramatic music) One caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream, and one normal drink.

What?

I need to get my kicks while I can these days.

Don't mind me.

So, what's so important that we couldn't talk about it in the office?

Yeah, um, I, uh... Come on, spit it out, man.

Look, Paul, I wanted to ask if you see any opportunities, um, in the short term... to put me forward for a promotion, and a pay rise, mores to the point.

Okay.

I'm gonna need something a lot stronger than that.

Right.

(dramatic music) (doorbell rings) (breathing heavily) (door opens) (birds singing) Professor Tempest?

Dr. Goldberg, I presume?

(dramatic music) (door closes)