Professor T

'Broken Hearted Melody' by Sarah Vaughan

OK, bye, guys. See you later.

Argh!

Stop. I'll see you later.

Oh, my God!

Don't be such an arse.

No!

No! No! Help me!

Jasper, it's time to come in now!

MAN, ANGRILY: Jasper! Come in now!

You're welcome, Professor.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ah!

Today, we will be discussing perpetrator identification.

Studies have shown that 73% of wrongful convictions

are due to false perpetrator identification.

Witnesses often give contradictory or wildly divergent accounts.

Today, it is our task to explore why.

In page seven of your lecture handout,

you will find a list of multiple choice questions

concerning the attack on my person you so recently witnessed.

Your time starts...

...now.

All right, Mr Wilson. I think that's all for now, mate.

Yeah, thank you. We'll be in touch. Happy to help you.

Sorry I'm late. How's your head?

Mind your own business, Detective Sergeant.

Rabbit doesn't look too happy. The college are freaking out.

What have we got so far?

Sum total of sod all. It's a student's toilet.

Body fluids, finger prints, obscene graffiti.

There's DNA everywhere.

Like I said, sod all.

The initial medical exam has turned up nothing usable.

There are no witnesses,

and the victim's in a state of shock and can't remember anything.

Has she been to the referral centre?

Yeah, she spoke to a doctor at the hospital.

And our rape specialist followed up about an hour or two later.

She said her necklace was missing,

but that's about all they can get out of her.

Did you say necklace? Yeah.

Winters, have you checked CCTV?

Installed, but not turned on.

They were worried it was an invasion of the students' privacy.

Where? Second cubicle.

What's with you and Danny-boy?

I don't know what you're talking about.

By the look on his face, he's got your DNA all over him.

I'm never less than completely professional, Martin,

unlike some people I could mention. You photographed all this?

Up on the server in half an hour, Detective Sergeant.

Boss!

Now that she's been properly processed,

am I OK to follow up with her?

I don't see the point. She's already spoken to Dr Rosenbaum.

Oh, God help me.

I've got the DCI texting me every five minutes for an update.

Rosenbaum's a rape specialist. I know, smart-arse.

It feels a bit weird to be back.

Your old stomping ground. Yeah.

So, what makes you think you'll get anything more out of the victim?

Not me. But since we're here...

Final question.

The man had A - a moustache, B - a beard,

C - a moustache and a beard, D - none of the above.

The answer was D.

Hm.

It promises to be a challenging year.

You may be seated.

Perhaps you might redeem your collective failure

by offering an explanation.

We were taken by surprise?

Most criminal enterprise relies on an element of surprise.

Anyone else?

No-one?

Look at you all.

Like a battery farm of gutless chickens.

Heaven forbid that anyone should stand out from the flock.

Almost without exception,

you failed to describe the detailed physiognomy of the perpetrator.

Why might that be?

Trauma. Crime is inherently traumatic.

Both victim and witness may fall foul

of the hypothalamic pituitary adrenal axis.

The hypothalamus sends signals to the pituitary

and thence to the adrenal gland, releasing cortisol.

This leads to tunnel vision.

A narrow snapshot of the event encodes onto the brain.

Within seconds, this memory starts to fade,

to become contaminated,

turning us into unreliable narrators.

A violent event leaves a wound

which spreads and infects everything.

Trauma scrambles the senses, ladies and gentlemen.

It transforms even the most lucid mind into a labyrinth.

Professor. You might remember me.

Please do not make me guess.

Lisa Donckers. I'm a detective sergeant now.

Academia's loss is the constabulary's gain.

I was hoping I might take a minute of your time.

You already have. Please come to the point.

A young woman was raped last night 100 yards from here.

And what does that have to do with me?

I spent three years here listening to you.

I know you could help us get inside her mind.

My interest in crime is purely academic, Detective.

I do not like to get my hands dirty.

The victim's too traumatised to tell us anything.

We've got no forensic evidence to go on,

and my boss has got a lot on his plate.

But I've got this hinge that... Hinge?

A connection to another crime.

Five years ago. Well, she lost this necklace, and...

So you think it's a serial rapist?

Exactly. Five years ago, there was another case just like this.

Five years ago? And no related cases in-between?

Yes. No. I don't know. The point is...

What was it about this five-year-old case that first drew your attention?

Well, I just... I happened to... It's... It's complicated.

Detective... Donckers. Lisa Donckers.

Mm. A memorable name, yet... I really think you could help.

And I really think it's best to keep personal involvement

out of an investigation. Wouldn't you agree?

We're checking everyone with access to that dorm.

Male key card holders only.

But it's a long list. It could take days, weeks, even.

The master of the college is on my back.

I'll do what I can to speed things up.

They're cross-checking with known sex offenders.

Are you all right, Paul?

Ma'am?

It's just, er...

You know, given the, er, circumstances...

Given what you are having to deal with at home,

I would understand... I'm OK, Ma'am.

...if you'd prefer to just let someone else...

Christina, I'm OK.

I'm OK.

Just leave it, please.

OK.

Hey.

Where did you disappear to?

Aw, did you miss me? Can I see your notes, please?

Last night was fun.

We drank too much.

Look me in the eye, tell me it meant nothing. It meant nothing.

I said look me in the eye.

Well, it was very nice. Is there a crime number yet?

Is that all I mean to you, just... a number?

It was a mistake.

OK? Let's just pretend it never happened.

It has to be. It just has to be.

What has to be?

I knew it.

Where has this come from? It's another unsolved rape case.

You keep the file on your desk? She was a friend.

You've got friends?

That's very funny.

Saskia Dawson. She was in my year.

I was there, at this party.

She was tired and wanted to go home.

I wasn't, so I stayed.

She's avoided me ever since.

You shouldn't blame yourself.

They found these carvings on the frame of Saskia's bed,

and her statement mentions a locket.

The guy who raped her yanked it from her neck. Holy shit.

Maybe best not mention to Rabbit that she was your friend.

It's not a personal thing, Dan.

I can keep my private life out of the office.

So, where are you off to, Detective Sergeant?

If I tell you, will you back me up?

'La Bambola' by Patty Pravo

'Jasper.' We speak at last.

'What are you insinuating?' You have been screening my calls.

Nonsense, darling. I've just been terribly busy.

'So it would seem.'

What does that mean?

'It means, Mother, that I passed the house this morning.'

'Which house, darling?' Our house, Mother. Our family home.

'Former, dear heart.'

Our FORMER family home.

Is that former family, or former home?

Oh, Jasper, darling, we've talked about this.

'No, Mother, YOU have talked about it.'

WE'VE talked about it.

It's madness. To be sitting on a goldmine

when you can't even bear to set foot in the place.

Jasper.

'Goodbye, Mother.'

How is Adelaide? Her usual gracious self.

I see.

Just a quiet word between colleagues and friends.

I received a complaint from one of your students.

You called them animals.

Chickens. A flock of gutless chickens.

Yeah. Not much of a distinction.

A distinction, nonetheless. For metaphorical purposes at least.

You can't go around insulting the students.