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Hello, Helena Goldberg, should be a ticket for me.

Just the one ticket?

Just the one, yeah.

Enjoy the show.

Jasper, darling, you remembered where I live.

According to my mother, you have pressing need of my advice.

How is she?

The last time we spoke,

she was taking a break

en route to the Pyramids of Giza.

Her camel was making the most alarming eructations.

Oh.

They do that for tourists.

Now, I, when I was on assignment with the Bedouin...

-Can we, um... -Oh, yes, yes, yes,

yes, of course.

My gentleman caller, Peter Snares,

has booked a table for two at Dominguine's.

Michelin starred.

Apparently the horrible events at his resident's home

has filled him with the urge to make every moment count.

You don't think he's going to propose, do you?

Uh, surely my mother's advice would be more appropriate?

Adelaide doesn't know him. You do.

Barely.

What do you think?

I think the mere fact that you are consulting the Tarot

is in itself an answer.

Have you spoken to the Dean?

Wilfred is spirit and soul.

I'm flesh and blood.

Ah, the lovers.

A Major Arcana in the spread of three.

This is highly significant.

How can you marry a man on the turn of a card?

Jasper, these are not my card readings.

These are yours.

Will this never end?

Why is it so hard to accept?

I love you both.

I can't accept.

I won't accept. You have to choose.

Penny.

Penny, you understand.

You were happy the way it was.

I was not happy, John. I...I was in love.

And it was painful. It still is painful.

Christ, this is tearing me apart.

I mean, why did you tell her?

Everything was fine until two hours ago.

Fine?

Fine for who?

Francesca.

Francesca, can you hear me?

Aargh!

You don't get to decide, John knows what he wants.

Oh, here we go.

It's all an act.

If I can't have him, nor can you.

-Tanya. -Oh.

Oh, Tanya.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

-Tanya. -Urgh.

Oh, my God, Tanya.

-Oh, please. -Bradley, do something.

There's, uh, there's been an accident.

Is there a doctor out there?

Somebody call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance, somebody.

Hi, Ma'am.

One of the actors, Tanya Loomis,

was killed on stage by a prop knife

that seemed to have malfunctioned.

Apparently, it didn't retract, or something.

-Okay. -Extra complication,

married couple Phoebe and Bradley Sanders,

who were on stage with Tanya

while that was all going on,

their daughter, who's 14,

was attacked by someone backstage.

She's in hospital now. -Is she okay?

They're saying concussion.

Right.

This guy here, Mr. Markham,

he'll show you where everything happened.

I'm gonna deal with the press.

-Break a leg. -

I was on stage at the start of the play.

Uh, five, six minutes, said my lines, went home.

Right.

I'm finance, box office, admin,

stand-in usher if it's busy.

Not usually busy.

That's Bradley Sanders, artistic director.

Bradley, um, DS Winters.

I'll leave you to it.

-Cheers. -How's your daughter?

Ah, she's, um, she's under observation. Head injury.

Got to be careful. -And your wife?

She's, um...

she's in her dressing room.

You were on stage when Tanya Loomis was stabbed.

Yeah, um, the play requires a knife to be used.

It was the tenth performance.

Who puts the props on stage?

Well, Vance Markham, who you just met,

did the table and the chairs.

At the last minute, I realized he'd forgotten the knife block.

So, you put the knife on stage?

Yeah.

Could she have pulled out the wrong knife?

No, the others were glued in.

I've confirmed that with your colleagues.

Okay, who checks the props?

Well, they don't get checked every night.

I mean, the first couple of nights, yes.

Should your wife have checked it?

It was the tenth performance.

You know, my wife shouldn't have even been on the stage.

She was a last-minute understudy for Georgina.

Sorry, I'm in a hurry to see my daughter.

Right, you stepped in for Georgina Galvin.

Why did she drop out?

You'd have to ask Georgina.

-I...I'm sorry, how many more... -It must be hard,

going on as a last-minute replacement.

I've played the role before.

Why not this time?

I was too busy.

Uh, swimming lessons,

fencing, horse-riding.

For a film role. -Oh.

And you got the part?

I don't know.

I don't know if I even want it after this.

Lyndon?

-Oh, my God, Ingrid. -

I'll catch up with you later.

Hello.

Are you still here?

Where else would I be?

When did you get back?

About a month ago.

And you're working in the science faculty?

Research and development.

A temporary contract.

The Dean of Life Sciences read about a product

I helped to develop in the US.

He showed an interest in working together

to get it past the UK regulators, and,

well, hopefully onto the market.

All is forgiven?

One foolish comment should not stand in the way of progress.

Look, I'm running a little late.

Could you possibly hand this in at the lab?

What is it?

A couple of DNA samples.

Just want to know if there's a match.

Oh, well, I'll do it. I'll run the test.

Give me a chance to see you again.

Oh, marvelous.

-Hmm. -Thank you.

See you soon.

Hi.

Francesca?

I'm...DC Highsmith.

Chloe.

How are you feeling?

Sore.

Sad.

Really fuzzy. -Mm.

I just wanted to see if there's anything

you might want us to know about what happened?

I have hardly any memory of what happened last night.

What I was told, somebody picked up the bust of old Shakespeare

and hit me over the head with it.

Dragged me into a store cupboard

and that's where Georgina found me.

Can you remember anything else?

I have a vague sense I saw somebody...

somebody tall.

But after that, nothing.

Can you think of anybody who might want to hurt you?

No.

No one. -This is before the play,

so, would the knife have already been on stage?

Uh, probably not, um...

it's always a little bit last minute.

So, whoever attacked you,

they could have done something to it?

Somebody tampered with the knife?

My dad said it was an accident.

We, we don't know anything.

Whoever hit me, you think I saw them

tamper with the knife? -I don't know anything.