what was the prize for this competition? ten quid, was it? it was rather more than that. well, where have you been all my life? hope: not yet born for most of it. (laughter) canter: ouch. dr. canter is running a course on italian art. next stop, early renaissance. uccello and all that? among others. well, we missed you at the seminar today. frightfully dull. expect you coped. oh, well, i... i i muddled through. as one does. but always hankering after something more. cecile: spoken like a true prophet. "then i saw her face," and in the words of mr. neil diamond... "now i'm a believer." shut up! i'm so sorry. canter: no need. (cell phone ringing) daniel what's the matter? yeah, hathaway? daniel: i don't like the guy coming on to you. i know, but you can't throw a drink in his face every... yeah, good night-- see you later.

(hope and daniel continue arguing indistinctly) daniel okay? sure. he just gets kind of jealous, that's all. does he have reason to be? oh, come on, i'm not that flattered. anyway, manfred's just a show-off. he's one of life's eternal flirts. hmm. has he played up like this before? daniel, i mean. a little but, you know, nothing that's not age and gender appropriate. can you please stop rescuing me? i'll try not to make a habit of it. maybe you should come work for my dad. nasty feeling he wouldn't understand my accent. i could be your interpreter. couldn't afford you. too old for ambition is that it? i've seen where it gets you. (laughter, chatter in distance) they here for me? afraid so. come on, this way. (overlapping shouting) (distant bell tolling) i had this crazy dream that over here i could--

i don't know-- disappear. sounds very human to me. oh, boy. you know when you're a long way from home and you do stupid stuff? you want to tell me about it? some rock. congratulations. they're all set to announce the engagement at jessica's birthday party and i don't know anything about him. the night of the murder, daniel says he was with you until 4:00. and my sergeant spoke to the press photographer who took those snaps for the paper. according to him the pair of you slipped out of the nightclub just before midnight. daniel proposed outside college. he said he'd forgotten the ring. he needed to go pick it up. how long was he away, hope?

about three hours. please, don't say anything. lewis: there's no point lying to us, daniel. after you left hope at college what then? listen, i was getting engaged. it's a big step. i... i just needed some head space. there. now can you please leave him alone? lewis: where did you go? daniel: home. got my head straight. what? drove or...? walked. yet to pass his test. lazy so and so. thank you, daniel. mind if we show ourselves out? the last time mullan was seen by his housemate was when? 10:00-ish. he dropped hadley in town. yeah, exactly. he dropped him in town. what does that say to you? mullan gave him a lift. right. spool back three years. he's sent down for drunken driving.

but he gets one more penalty. yeah, driving license revoked for ten years. so he was driving without a license. right. that, the dope in his ashtray, the dirty pictures on his walls. the guy was meant to be born again. something's not right. i knew it the minute i walked into his room. get on to hobson. i need to see those dna results. hathaway: wrong corpse. right corpse, wrong name. your murder victim is not steven mullan. innocent's gonna love this. come on. forgive me if i'm struggling to get my head round this, but the man formerly known as steven mullan is in fact... alex hadley, late of this parish. and he was formally identified by? by his housemate whose name is in fact... steven mullan. swapsies, ma'am. try to look as if you're enjoying this a little less, would you? is this your mess? actually don't answer. just get it cleared up will you? before the press start doing cartwheels outside my office. (sighs) alex hadley.

what, if anything, do we know about him? well, he's a bit of a drifter according to his sister. son of a highly-decorated naval officer who died when he was a kid. not much contact with the family. spent most of the last decade in goa. innocent: is he known to us? had his wrists slapped last summer for class c drugs possession. which is how his dna wheedled its way onto the national database. but why on earth if they were living together...? what does the real steven mullan say about this? i'll be sure to ask him when i find him. hathaway: he hasn't turned up to work since he falsely identified our corpse. i'm keeping his place under surveillance in case he gets homesick. we think he's our killer? he's certainly acting like one. a motive might help. (muttering) i mean honestly. no. let me finish. you tear the life, the soul, the innocence, out of your own belief system, and you sit there like some old relic from a dead empire blathering on about the purpose of faith.

this is the bit where i clear my desk out under the cover of darkness. do you want a hand? i'm almost done, thanks. not much, is it? three years. one box. good night and thank you. i'm pleased for you. you know that, don't you? (laughs) no, you're not, james. you are never going to be. i'm sorry. yeah.

see ya. see ya. well, the other night when our leader announced mckendrick's promotion-- your long-faced sergeant... he's always long-faced. hathaway has his reasons. he sees his contemporaries rising through the ranks and thinks "why not me?" (laughs) what? when we came to say good-bye, do you remember, you and mckendrick air-kissing like a couple of tarts in an operetta? garlic bread notwithstanding? i was just being polite, as i would with any seven. yeah, but what did hathaway do? hug? kiss? mexican wave? i don't know. i... nothing. that's what. two colleagues worked together for years. absolutely no bodily contact. now why would that be, detective?

he'd have told me. wouldn't he? (bell buzzing) mullan's not dead? lewis: that's correct. well, at least that lets me off the hook. anyway, i wanted you to hear it from me first. thanks. (quiet clatter) oi! no cheating! i've got eyes in the back of my head. the rest of the family not in? no, ceel took dan and his girlfriend off for a curry. you weren't tempted to join them? hmm. we'd only cramp their style. lewis: by the way, just for the record did you remember your movements in the car? on the night in question? sorry. up to my eyes.

lecture first thing. oh, thank you for your support. my misadventure last night at the union. i wouldn't call it that. rattenbury: now, don't be polite. i was certifiably awful, but i don't mind. perhaps i need reminding. of what? ah, standing in a pool of light. telling other people how to lead their lives. it all seems somehow soiled. what were they after, any idea? sir? mullan and the other fellow, swapping names. oh, i-i don't know yet. mm-hmm. fresh start perhaps. clean slate. you know, i almost envy them. what was his real name? your victim? alex hadley. mean anything to you? no. (door closes)

jess? i don't want to play anymore. oi. steven mullan? half the force is out looking for you. it was alex's idea. the swap? that's right. why? why would hadley...? he was going about with this girl... name? i don't know. maddy, madeleine. married to someone else, of course. anyway, the husband found his texts, and it was game over as far as she was concerned. and then one day in he comes, hands me a beer. "i've got a little confession to make," he says. he'd only gone and got himself a job at the husband's shop.

and when the bloke asked his name, he said he was... steven mullan. yeah. this shop. solarium, was it? yeah. i was out of work at the time, and alex was on at me to swap names. he kept saying "what have you got to lose?" he swore it would be two weeks! he swore it would be two weeks, but he was-- was too busy enjoying himself messing about with the wife underneath the old n's nose. why did you put up with it? did hadley pay you threaten you? come on... look at me. look at what i am. i've spent the last three years of my life running away from my own shadow. someone comes along and says start over. new name, new life. i'm not going to think twice, am i?

i didn't kill him. it'd be a lot more convincing if you'd put that thing down. i didn't kill him. no way. i may have given up on the bible but i still try to make every choice the right one. well, make the right choice now. come inside with me. let's get a statement written. no. well, then, i'm going to have to arrest you. please, i d... i don't want to hurt you. one more day. what for? why do today what you can put off until tomorrow? story of my life. one more day. one more day for what?

he didn't say, but i trusted his sincerity, if that makes any sense. i was so sure that rattenbury was at the heart of this. have a word with hadley's girlfriend madeleine. yeah, worth a punt. or you could run it past inspector mckendrick get the female perspective. what? well, seems like a bright girl. not my type, obviously. what's fiona got to do with anything? well, you brought her up. no, i didn't. any sign of mullan this morning? no, i've got all the units out looking for him. (grunting) oh, come on, darling you can do better than that. i know you can. please. you know the rules. when you've had enough, you say the password. gazebo. gazebo is not the password. what is it then? what is what, dear? the password! you know perfectly well what it is. (grunts) i'll get your wheelchair. oh, for pity's sake. has she told you? it wasn't mullan who was murdered.

you want to stay strapped in that wheelchair for the rest of your life, be my guest. ceel, that's enough. go on, stick up for her, like you always do. i hope it makes you feel better about yourself. (doorbell rings) madeleine cotton? yeah? sergeant hathaway, oxford police. can i come in? thanks. going somewhere nice? yeah, i'm running late as it is. i know, i'll be as quick as i can. alex hadley. you might know him as steven mullan or, well, both. (doorbell rings) (gasps) that'll be my taxi. (man speaks indistinctly) yeah, i'll be, um, i'll be five minutes, mate, thanks.

mr. cotton not joining you on your trip? (chuckles) what, fresh start? well, there's no crime there. going far? india. goa? that's it. alex loved goa didn't he? yeah, his spiritual home. that's what he used to say. how did you meet, you two? uh, at the solarium. okay, so let me get this right. your husband employed him for, what, 13 weeks? (sighs) only i found a text on his phone from your phone from two months before that, which means that you two were together from way back. my guess is that your husband found out about it and demanded that you end it. am i right so far? yeah. only it didn't stop, did it? then alex is killed and you've got to ask yourself: "what if my husband found out about it and...?" no... no. you lose those sunglasses for me,

madeleine? your husband knew alex hadley was your lover. right or wrong? (sighs) i don't know. we can protect you. you know that, don't you? (door opens) you're home early, love. lewis: check out the suntan on that. go ahead, take a peek. seven quid an hour you were paying him? for what, to bump and grind on your own electric beach? that must have stung. once more with feeling, mr. cotton. wednesday night, 11:30. like i said, i was doing an all-nighter in the shop. anyone see you, anyone at all? no. you sure? i already told you. i thought he was gay what with all the highlights. i only found out he was carrying on with maddy after you told us he was dead. i caught her sniveling in the storeroom and i... gave her a slap, mr. cotton? if i was you, i'd get a move on with

that alibi. hathaway: "and she caught me in her arms long and small "therewithal sweetly did me kiss. "and softly said, 'dear heart how like you this?' it was no dream: i lay broad waking." (beeping) "but all is turn'd thorough my gentleness into a strange fashion of forsaking." a lover's rebuke? pretty much. see, according to the notes, sir thomas wyatt was passionately in love with anne boleyn but she had her hands full with henry viii

so poor old wyatt hardly got a look-in. "they flee from me that sometime did me seek." literally flirting with danger wasn't he? making moves on the king's wife. do you think madeleine cotton could have sent this to hadley? she denies it. oh. do you think marc cotton's capable of murder? though it pains me to say it i actually believe his story. so if maddy didn't send this, who did? that's interesting-- what passes for romance. why no name? adds to the mystery, i suppose. hmm, or uncertainty. sorry? well, you said that they swapped names. perhaps whoever sent that genuinely didn't know. any joy with the wine stain on your jacket, sir? see for yourself. little tyke. this jacket's older than he is. was that a one-off or do you and daniel rattenbury generally not get on? well, i can't say i've ever warmed to the child, though why he chose that occasion

to throw one of his tantrums... protective, perhaps, of his girlfriend? of hope? yes, perhaps. does he have cause to be? well, not on my account, though she is rather beautiful to look at if a man of my age may be allowed to say such things. well, i suppose he was also very protective of his sister. oh, he'd have her under lock and key, given half the chance. poor jessica. everybody seems to forget she's now a young woman. well, still, daniel must have been very angry after the accident. driving a truck into the path of a young teenage girl is not an accident. was he angry, sir? yes, yes, i suppose he was. hathaway: are we keeping you, sir? well, yes, as a matter of fact you are. jessica's 21st-- flash old bash. cecile's reliving her glory days. oh, fudge. forgot.

well, well, well. hathaway plus guest. is this your date for the evening? oh, yeah, we're inseparable. come on, sir let's go and tuck you into your tux. i'm better under my own steam. thanks all the same. how long? you and her? me and who? fiona. oh, for pity's sake, man. how long have you fancied fiona mckendrick? call a spade a shovel, why don't you? what, you two... yeah. for a while. well, we were even trying to work out how on earth i was going to break up with you, sir. you know what she's like-- fast track and all of that.

office romance doesn't look too hot on the c.v., does it? so, she went her way i got lumped with you. (chamber music playing) either your father's had a massive advance for a new book he's kept quiet about or your mother's just inherited a fortune. i know. i only hope your memories are better than the hangover. who asked you? oh, daniel, don't throw that fizz at me. it's far too good to waste. this man thinks he can walk all over my family. not here. not tonight. dan? what is wrong with that boy? i knew i should never have come. he's right. i wouldn't spoil your evening for the world. well, thank you for coming.

i'm very sorry. why don't i walk you out. he's just an angry young man, manfred. don't take any notice of him. canter: tom. he's not welcome here. hope: daniel. who invited canter? look, don't worry about it, all right? just keep yourself together. it's ridiculous. i know it's ridiculous but just try and keep yourself together, okay? okay. okay. sorry to go on but is there really nothing you're not telling me? you and that art professor? oh, give me some credit, will you? daniel seems to have doubts. i wouldn't read too much into that. just nerves, i guess. big night. i suppose these are here on your account? hope: dad's, mostly.

ex-marines. your father's here? private chopper from london. he should be here before nightfall for the big announcement. introduce you, if you like. maybe dad can persuade you to come work for us. (chuckles) she's trying to tap you up. she made some passing remark. just being kind. i was quite flattered, to be honest. you reach a point in life, you've got to conclude that basically you're invisible to beautiful women. i know that feeling. (string quartet playing) have you noticed the rather large burly gentleman around...? well, it's security because i understand that mr. and mrs. carl ransome will be arriving shortly. that's hope's parents. i'm incredibly touched.

they've just flown in from washington. ♪ ♪ where's jess? and i promise you i'll make sure... mum? she knows where we are. that'd be wonderful. (bird chirping)

(gasps, groans) is that you? (groans) (grunts) help!

yeah. (siren blares) that's correct. bloody man. tonight was meant to be so perfect. you're sure you didn't see mullan's killer? i could almost touch him. can this not wait? a man died tonight. jessica, i need to be clear on this. you think steven mullan was coming for you? coming... obviously he was planning some sort of an attack-- the man was insane. what else would he have wanted? was he coming for you? i was so scared. and-and then your dad came... what, straightaway? no. no, i kept calling he couldn't find me. where is your husband, mrs. rattenbury? do you know, inspector, i have absolutely no idea. hey.

dad? i know i'm a rotten father. dad, are you okay? i love you you know that. i never say it and i should. obviously, i've only got myself to blame for that. blame for what? dad... whatever it is it's not your fault. the point is it's still not too late to understand that there's still time. what are you...? to make amends. lewis: what happened to the leader of the free world? apparently mr. ransome turned his helicopter round the minute he heard the news. fair enough. we might have to let maddy's jealous husband

off the hook. marc cotton? for this murder, yeah, but... no, no, no, for both. he finally coughed up an alibi for wednesday night. uniform turned up with this. "battleship potempka"? aka brenda gormley. an ageless beauty of uncertain gender. she confirms that she was with cotton in the solarium between the hours of 11:00 p.m. and 1:00 a.m. 80 quid, full body massage. very competitive. you think this is what he meant? what? mullan. "give me one more day," he said. one more day to go after jessica all over again. how could i have got him so wrong? it's left here. (beeps) (phone line rings) (ringing) ceel...

it's me. half my life pummeling christ, and here i am at the end of it chasing redemption. (tires squealing) (crashing) number one victim. stabbed with this. any print? no, nothing yet, i'm afraid. in the back... one upward thrust into his lung. not easy felling a big chap like, um... steven mullan. hmm.

moving on to your crash victim. since when was he my crash victim? since i had a rifle through his pockets. here. for you. crushed under his own windscreen the poor sausage. and, uh... there's this. (sighs) where? where was the collision? the a40. about a mile west of the ring road. x marks the spot. that was the place where mullan ran into your daughter? he's been nailed to that spot ever since. daniel: what's going on?

cecile: "i'm putting an end to it all. "i got my man. second time lucky." (sighs) it beggars belief. can you confirm the handwriting? oh, it's tom's. any idea why? you mean apart from the obvious? (sighs) cecile: everyone knows that when that man attacked my daughter no one felt the wound more deeply than tom because i think he believed it was his fault. mum. i'm sorry, darling but it's the truth. as he saw it. if he hadn't have set himself up as a target in the first place... and i suppose... he must have seen that... psychopath following jess into the maze last night.

and he must have thought "this is it. this is my moment." and for all anyone knows he may just have saved jess's life. dad couldn't hurt a fly. he wasn't wired that way. who knows what anyone is really capable of? we didn't find a note for you his family. often, people want to say good-bye. did he leave a message here? a text or... not that i'm aware of. oh, we... (sighs) we found this. i wouldn't read too much into that, inspector. it's a family heirloom. tom's father was a priest in some godforsaken parish up near carlisle. well-well, why would he... oh, something to hang on to, i expect. a lucky charm.

(weeping) (banging) okay, miss rattenbury, i'm really going to have to ask you to leave now. it's all right. leave me alone. it's okay. leave me alone leave me alone! it's okay. hathaway: jess. get you home now. all right? come on. (whimpers) are you saying... apart from the signed confession and the other blind alleys how sure am i that rattenbury is our maze murderer? basically, yeah. well, i'll tell you this. mullan died of arterial wounds. all that blood you'd expect some of it to end up on the killer's clothes-- splash-back--

but so far the only blood type we've found on tom rattenbury... is his own. hathaway: so, what's the hypothesis? rattenbury made a mistake? he killed alex hadley, thinking it was steven mullan? hmm. what? hadley was murdered around about midnight, right? now, even if that light was out, there's a street lamp right outside the window. look. he would've seen his victim's face as he forced him under. now, jessica never went near the trial, but her dad was at the court every day. he'd have known what mullan looked like. and he would've known it wasn't mullan he was drowning. tom rattenbury confessed to both killings. all this time, you've been so sure he was our man. why do you have to go unpicking everything? i'm just saying, reasonable doubt-- how's a jury going to react? (door opening) hathaway say something sensible for pity's sake. mr. rattenbury's movements wednesday night. the first killing? yeah. remember he said he went out for a drive? then refused to