Harry Wild

[Off-key "Frère Jacques" playing]

It is most gratifying, I must say,

to see such an impressive turnout.

I'm sure most of you are here

to make sure I don't change my mind.

Almost rid of the old witch.

Those of you that will be happy to see the back of me,

it'll probably be because I was hard on you over the years.

I want you to know that I was hard on you

because you are arrogant little shits.

I see your type year after year.

You take this course because you think, "Oh, it's easy.

Only books."

To you...

...I say that you are a shameful waste of skin and air.

Had you paid attention these last three years,

you would know that the mathematicians

and scientists tell us how we are here.

Historians can tell us when, but only literature can tell us why.

Those of you who did pay attention...

...I just want to say thank you...

...from the bottom of my heart.

You've made this all worthwhile.

And now I have a little surprise for all of you.

-Hip-hip... Hooray!

Hip-hip-hip...

Hooray!

Hip-hip-hip...

-Hooray! -Whoo-hoo!

Ah!

You're making a huge mistake.

Don't be ridiculous. I never make mistakes.

What are you gonna do with yourself in retirement?

I don't know.

All the things I never had time for.

Sort out the attic.

Do some gardening.

Write that great novel.

Oh! I may even spend some time with my granddaughter.

You don't like children.

Well, she'll be interesting in a year or two, hopefully.

Unless she takes after her mother.

Did you invite Charlie tonight?

God, no!

I'm planning on getting shit-faced

and snogging the new archaeology professor.

Sorensen. History prof.

Made almost the same speech at his retirement.

That he wanted to snog the new archaeology professor?

No.

I think he wanted to spend more time caravanning

or something else similarly wretched.

Yeah, I remember. So...

Six months later ... dead.

And this, Graham, is why you're not invited to more parties.

To Harry.

To Harry!

Concerns are growing for Kayleigh Connor,

the wife and mother who vanished in the Crumlin area of Dublin...

Aliens, I bet.

Sorry?

It's an abduction, isn't it?

Aliens.

It's just a theory. I could be wrong.

I'm Glenn. You a friend of Harry's?

-From the college, yes. -Oh.

I always thought about going to college back in Wales,

but, uh, in the end, decided it wasn't for me.

It's not for everyone.

I've got one of the highest IQs

if not the highest IQ in the world.

Never been tested or nothing,

but I can answer pretty much all the questions on "Pointless."

Right.

So, uh, what do you do?

Oh, bit of this, bit of that.

Work in a phone repair shop part time.

Carl.

I'm not much of a drinker, actually.

One can't hurt.

Go on.

[Mid-tempo music playing in distance]

Is that the sound of our hearts beating?

It's better if you don't talk.

Sir.

What have we got, Vics?

No ID. Been here a day. Two at the most.

Furniture's been moved. Marks on the floor.

Whoever did this wanted to direct our eye.

[Indistinct conversations, bell rings]

When Catherine returns from Thrushcross Grange,

she is a very different Catherine to the one who left.

Heathcliff, who has pined for his soul mate,

is unnerved by this new and ...

Uh, Fergus...

...what are you doing?

Just cutting out the middle man, sir.

I was gonna take myself to Mr. Ellis' office,

'cause that's where you're gonna be sending me

in about 30 seconds.

Look, I'll be honest.

It's way too hot in here,

and I haven't heard a word you've said

about Pride and thingy all lesson.

It's "Wuthering Heights."

That's exactly my point! Look.

You're gonna tell me to sit down.

I'm going to politely decline,

and you're gonna tell me that I'm too cocksure.

So I'll say, "I am very sure of my cock, sir.

Thanks for noticing."

You'll tell me to stop being so filthy.

I'll say, "That's not what your wife said last night,"

and that'll make the tick in your eye start up ... like so.

So I'll make a make a joke about you giving me the wink, eh,

say, "I'm not really into you like that, sir.

Can we just be friends?"

And you'll tell me to get out of your class,

so...I will.

I just thought I'd save us both some time

and unnecessary aggravation.

All right?

Okay, fella.

- -

[Indistinct talking on television]

- -

Oh!

Oh, God.

[Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing]

Vicky, I want to keep you on motive.

Just dig up financials, relationship ...

whatever we can get on the guy.

So, I hear you have an ID on your victim.

Take it away, Jordan.

Sure.

Leonard Walsh, sir.

Did a stint in the Midlands for child sex abuse.

He came back here after he was released.

He was on the streets within a year.

Gonna be a long list of people

who wanted to harm a man like that.

Good work. Charlie, a word.

I'm sorry to do this, but I'm gonna have to move

a couple of your people over to the Kayleigh Connor case.

Of course. Uh, I understand.

Sir.

It's my mother. She's been assaulted.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

What's wrong?

That was your father.

Your granny's coming to stay.

Oh, Harry. Are you okay?

Look. Don't worry. I'm not gonna fuss.

I'm afraid you've missed Lola. She's staying at a friend's.

I'm quite tired.

I might just go to bed if that's all right.

Yeah. Of course. Um...

I'll bring your case in.

-Shout if you need me. -

Is she okay?

She'll be fine. You know my mother.

[Dog barking, vehicles passing in distance]

Shit.

I couldn't hear her.

I've got a meeting first thing, but I can always ...

That's not necessary.

Hi, Granny.

Are you okay?