All language subtitles for 0504 Greeks Bearing Gifts

(Phone rings)

(Ringing continues)

(Ringing continues)

MAN ON PHONE: Embros?

Nico?

Esy eisai? Embros!

Yia mena einai, Theie.

- Entaxei, Nico.
- Mi stenahoriesai. Pigaine mesa.

Pigaine mesa!

- Nico, theleis tipota?
- Ohi, efharisto.

Entaxei, Nico.

- Ti ehei o Nicos?
- A, den eho idea.

- Den milaei.
- Neos einai. Oti thelei as kanei. Afise ton.

NlCOS: Afto einai to moro mou.

(TV off)

Varethika.

Pao na paro tsigara.

TV: Yes. Yeah. No colds?

No, he'd been healthy pretty much all...
He was a big baby when he was born.

(Heavy thud)

Nico?

Nico!

Mia bira thelo. Bira.

- Aftin, na. Ekeini edo.
- What? l don't understand.

- A beer, sweetheart. He wants a beer.
- Oh, right.

A, bravo.

Excuse me.

Look, why's it take nearly an hour
to get served here?

I'm very sorry. l'll try to hurry it up.
What was it, the avgolemono?

MRS LEWlS: Mm. Ohi.

Thelo dolmas, hummus, kai taramosalata.

Er... souvlaki kai...

- My husband was having the chicken.
- Poulaki.

(Beeping)

- Ah, good evening, Sergeant.
- Evening, sir.

- Been out?
- A restaurant with the wife.

- Really? Which one?
- Lt wasn't too good, actually. lt took ages coming.

The Acropolis.

They were probably a bit short-staffed
in the kitchen.

- What do you mean?
- Come and meet the chef.

(Thunder rumbles)

Do you know what happened?

Stripped of pathologists' jargon, somebody
called a few hours back and broke his neck.

Someone who knew what they were doing,
apparently.

When was he found?

An hour or so ago. The old couple downstairs
thought he'd gone to work at the usual time.

They heard the front door
and assumed it was him going out.

It was more likely his killer.

Didn't the restaurant ring
to ask why he hadn't turned up?

Yes, even before
you started howling for your grub.

- And that's when they looked in his room?
- Yes.

The going isn't easy. How's your Greek?

As a matter of fact,
l've just started learning.

A chance for you to practise.

(lndistinct chatter on TV)

Turn that off.

Now... Mr and Mrs Papas.

Er, this man upstairs...

he is not your son.

(Slowly) This man... your lodger.

Your son is at the restaurant.

Acropolis. Nai.

Yes. Acropolis.

His name is Dino.

Dinos. Konstandinos.

He reported the murder.

Now...

Nicos - he had a visitor tonight.

Someone came to see him.

Yes?

Do you want to have a try?

No, not really.

I can say it's a nice day and ask them
if they sell beer. That's about it.

I thought their son was on his way.

He was supposed to be, sir.

Come on. Not a lot more we can do here.

MAN: We're closed.

It's after closing time.

The manager already told you,
the place is closed.

I'm looking for Dino Papas.

I'm Dino Papas.

I thought you were coming home
to interpret for your parents.

But l wanted to talk to him first.

And you are?

Basilios Vasilakis.

Do l take it you own this place?

Among others.

So l am naturally concerned when l call in
and find chaos and confusion,

the kitchen staff about to mutiny.

No chef.

He was unavoidably detained.

But knowing that, you keep this man here
when l've asked him to come and help us.

We have to open tomorrow.
A new chef has to be found.

That's obstructing the police in the course
of their inquiries. A criminal offence.

A man's been killed.

He wasn't only my employee,
he was my countryman.

How long had Nicos been your chef?

Um... about six months.

He er...

has his own family taverna in Piraeus.

LEWlS: So why did he Ieave it to work here?

Experience abroad? Learn to speak English?

LEWlS: Do you know if he had any enemies?

DlNO: Nicos?

No, not one.

Chefs aren't always popular with the staff.
Am l right?

He was. Everyone loved him.

Someone didn't. Not one little bit.

Right, shall we go and
talk to your parents?

That's the same T-shirt Nicos was wearing.

It is the staff uniform.

The design's from the Talos vase, yes?

I am impressed.

The next time l call on someone
to help with my inquiries,

l don't want to have to come and get him.

LEWlS: Morning, sir.
- Morning.

- Sleep well?
- No. You?

Like a log.

What about your chef?

PM report.

Which says what... roughly?

Fractured cervical vertebra at C1 or C2.

The head was wrenched back,
causing a compression of the spinal cord.

A bit Iike whiplash, sir.

Apart from that, we don't know much.

Oh, yes, we do.

He was a good chef, well liked.

In fact, he was so popular that no-one
could possibly want to kill him.

Got nothing much from Dino.

Or Dino's parents.

Or Vasilakis. lt's called
closing ranks, Lewis.

How about Forensic?

No. No prints either.

Well, at least we have these prints.

An ancient wooden ship.

A baby.

A family group which includes Nicos
and an old couple, presumably his parents.

A young woman who could be his wife,

his sister, his girlfriend.

And this, presumably,

is the family business in Piraeus...

which couldn't have been doing very well
or he wouldn't have left it.

Not in early spring, anyway,
with the tourist season coming up.

But whenever l pressed him,

Dino would say nothing more
than that Nicos wanted to work in England.

To learn English.

(Phone rings)

ClD. Lewis.

Yep. Right.

(Draws breath sharply)

Super wants to see you.

If you looked him up in this,
you know about him.

I knew anyway. But l wasn't
about to feed his vanity by letting on.

Vasilakis is one of those
old Greek shipping families.

Niarchos, Onassis. Not as rich, of course.

And far more respectable.

He's a member of the Athenaeum.

OBE, married into our nobility.

A generous benefactor,
chairman of God knows how many charities.

If you knew all that, why did you
go out of your way to get up his nose?

I didn't.

Come off it, Morse.
You pretended not to know his name.

Ethnic cases aren't up my street.

Don't speak the language,
don't receive the signals

people of the same race make to each other-
or else try to conceal.

Watch the mouth.

It gives away what the eyes try to hide.

Is that one of your quotes?

Quotations. Yes. Lord Byron.

He took a bit of a shine to the Greeks,
didn't he?

Find yourself another interpreter, Morse.

And try not to antagonise the rich
and the famous just for the sake of it.

Oh, sir.

This is Miss Georgi... Er... Georgiadis.

She teaches Greek at
my wife's evening classes.

- Hello.
- Sergeant Lewis comes once in a blue moon.

Whenever l can get away. l thought
you might be needing a translator, sir.

Is your Greek as good as your English?

I've been here a while, but l'm bilingual.
My parents moved from Greece to New Zealand.

A New Zealand Greek?

Huh. Funny old world it's turning into.

When l was at school it
was all Maoris and Kiwis.

I bet it was pink as well.

Very.

Well, shall we go?

Give me those photographs, Lewis.

You stay here
and find out more about the dead man.

Doesn't he ever say please or thank you?

Aftos einai o Nicos, i aderfi tou i Maria
kai to paidaki tis,

- i mitera ki o pateras tous.
- To moro?

- Tou Nicou?
- Tis Marias.

O Nicos den einai pandremenos.

The girl is the dead man's sister.

And the baby isn't his, but hers.

Has he got children of his own?

None. He's not married.

Do they remember seeing any other snaps
in his room?

Mipos eidate alles
fotografies sto domatio tou?

Does the boat mean anything?

Was he interested in
ancient maritime history?

To ploio? Ehei simasia, tipote?

You see, that's not a picture postcard,
that's an actual snap.

(Sighs) This is worse than drawing teeth.

I can't keep calling you Miss Georgiadis,
as Lewis tries to.

(Chuckles) Poor man.
He nearly breaks his jaw on it.

Jocasta will do.

Well, Jocasta, what do you make of our aged
parents in there? Are they telling us the truth?

Not the whole truth, no. l get the feeling they've
decided on a story and they're sticking to it.

Or Dino has.

? Choir sings baroque anthem

(lndistinct chattering)

Not my speciality at all.

You must talk to Randall Rees over there.

He's the man on Greek naval history.

Which one?

Beside the rather attractive boy
with the punk hairdo.

I once had very high hopes of Randall.

He was a brilliant classical scholar.

Single-handedly swept away all previous notions
of how early naval battles had been conducted.

Everyone was sure nothing could stop him
cutting a swath through academia.

But?

But we reckoned without Friday.

- Without what?
- Mrs Rees.

Friday? What's that, American?

You'd think so, yes.
In fact, it's short for Frideswide.

The first of the name
being daughter to a king of Mercia

who fled to Oxford to preserve her
virginity from an importunate prince.

And became the city's patron saint, yes?

Ah, you did know.

Well, l'd heard of Frideswide,
but not its diminutive.

Still used Iocally.

So how did she influence her husband?

She's on the Master's left.

Surely you know her face?

Have you been following him?

I'm told it's one of the
best-known in the country.

The face that Iaunched a thousand clips.

That's a technical television term, Morse.

I hardly ever watch.

Oh. Oh, dear, here's the Master,

gone to all this trouble to catch
his tame celebrity, but to no avail.

Half the nation looks to her to solve
their marital and medical problems

and you don't even know her.

How did she spoil her husband's
scholarship? Aren't they happy?

If you believe the popular press,
theirs is a marriage made in heaven.

(Tapping on glass)

Hold on to your napkin.

I know. l've been through
this pantomime before.

Are you saying that Rees only married
to hide his true nature?

Oh, would l imply anything so outrageous?

Certainly, tongues wagged.

The usual college gossip, you know?

But anything to do with naval battles,
he's your man.

Randall.

- Terry! Where have you been hiding this term?
- L'm dining out a great deal.

I asked for you in The
King's Head the other day.

They said they hadn't
seen you for three weeks.

How are your parents?

- The Talos vase? Where did you find that?
MORSE: On a T-shirt.

Well, on half a dozen T-shirts, actually.

The point is, l knew what it was,

but it's years since I read anything
along those Iines.

What's its significance?

Ah, well, you've come to the right man.

- So l'm told.
- I've done quite a bit of work on it recently.

I don't know if you heard of our symposium
in Greece last year.

- No, l'm sorry, l didn't.
- It was quite an event.

Very exciting,
for those of us working in that field.

A symposium on ancient Greek seamanship.

Lectures, film shows, a lot of talk.
You know the kind of thing.

But for me the most thrilling things of all

- were the reconstructions.
- You mean scale models?

Oh, no. Real thing.

Life-size. Fully operational.

And when was this, you say?

Last summer.

In Piraeus. lt was the first attempt
to bring together

all the reconstructed ships of antiquity
in one place.

We had the penteconter.

The Argo.

Quadriremes and quinqueremes.

And of course the trireme...

which is my particular love child.

So where does the vase come in?

OK.

Behind the three figures on that vase is
part of the stern of a ship - the trireme.

It was one of several clues that Ied
the first scholars to the final design.

Bit like your line of work, l suppose.

All trace of the vessel had been lost.

We had to piece it
together from this and that.

Excuse me.

(lndistinct conversation)

So, were you saying they reconstructed
the whole boat from a sketch on a vase?

No, there was also a phrase in Plato,
a sketch on a relief,

a reference in Aristophanes to farting in
the face of the chap rowing beneath you...

There would be, wouldn't there?

Not much to go on,
but put all the clues together...

All this was described in the film we made.
That might've been what you saw.

We had to popularise it a good deal, but the
result wasn't as shameful as it might have been.

- He's not boring you with that boat again, is he?
- Not at all.

- Coffee?
- Thank you.

You only have to mention triremes
and he'll talk a gramophone to scrap.

Well, you'd better circulate, Randy, dear.

Your husband suggested that scholarship
is not unlike my game.

- The police?
- The ClD.

You blunder along in the dark,
looking for a glimmer to light the way.

Well, at the risk of disloyalty, it sounds
a lot more lively than Greek oared ships.

(Men Iaugh)

l'm sorry, l've never seen
one of your programmes.

I hear they're very good.

They... seem to help people.

I understand it's as much
by being what you are

as what you say.

Well, l try.

Some of it's bound to be a bit of a performance,
of course, but one part is absolutely genuine.

Randall and l.

Are you married, lnspector?

- No.
- L recommend it.

So l understand.

(Chuckles) l saw you were
granted an audience with the TV star.

She's charming.

No question.
Millions are charmed by her every Saturday.

Poor Terry seemed very bored
by Randall's attentions, l thought.

Never give up, do you, Jerome?

So...

a very agreeable evening, as always.

- My turn next.
- Good luck with your murder.

"Old vessel put together in a rare time."

Two words. One and seven.

Well, if you already know the answer...

lt's a kind of mental jogging, Lewis.
It's good for you.

A trireme.

Very good, Lewis. Anagram of rare time.
How did you know?

I saw a film about it on the telly.

Well, l was on duty, but
Valerie videoed it for me.

Part of your Greek culture course?

Have you still got it?

I doubt it. Kids tape over everything.

Seems the dead man had no form.

That sounds almost philosophical, Lewis.

Formless, was he?

Lived a very quiet Iife,
according to everybody we spoke to.

Hardly went out of here except to work.
He was saving all his money

to keep the family firm going.

- Which was failing.
- Right.

But it wasn't true that he
wanted to learn English.

He'd worked a whole summer season
at a hotel in Devon.

Had he?

Mm. Owned by a bloke called Tuckerman.

Bit of a dodgy customer
by the sound of him.

What about the sister?

She worked for Tuckerman too. She's expected
from Greece for her brother's funeral.

- Maria.
- Dino.

- Ti mas vrike, Dino mou?
- To xero, Maria. Perase kato.

Apo pou?

Aionia sou i mnimi, axiomakariste
kai aeimniste aderfe imon Nicolae.

Aionia sou i mnimi, axiomakariste
kai aeimniste aderfe imon Nicolae.

Aionia sou i mnimi, axiomakariste
kai aeimniste aderfe imon Nicolae.

I was surprised they decided to bury him
in England.

I don't think they could afford
to take him back to Greece.

She must have been
very fond of her brother.

She's weeping buckets.

We show our feelings more than you do.

Never seen a Greek tragedy, Lewis?

I saw Zorba.

And Never On A Sunday.

L'll have to come and
question Maria later today.

Can't you leave it till tomorrow? lf l gain
her confidence, she might tell me something.

You would frighten her.

I don't like to think of her
alone here in this state.

She's not alone. Just look at them all.

Just the same.

If you could see no harm comes to her.

Good morning, Chief lnspector.

- Morning.
- L owe you an apology.

Over being bloody-minded
when you wanted Dino's help.

- Oh, that was nothing.
- L do take a pride in my restaurants.

Even though Greek's not among
the great cuisines of the world?

Like English, exactly.

I prefer to eat French myself.

But our best food is better
than most foreigners think.

We should be proud of it.

I have been trying to give my fellow Greeks
a sense of national pride...

ever since l discovered
how some foreigners regard us.

How is that, do you think?

As dagos, Levantines.

A Third World country
on the fringe of Europe.

That's not a view
that an educated man would take.

An educated man?

Can l offer you a lift, Chief lnspector?

An educated man, in England, for example...

always makes a clear distinction between the
glory that was Greece and the mess it is today.

There were the Athenians and now
there are the savages who replaced them,

who aren't even capable of
looking after their own antiquities.

I thought it wouldn't be long
before we got round to the Elgin marbles.

The last time l was at the Acropolis, a guide
said to our party, in a very loud voice...

"Greece has two enemies -
the Turks and Lord Elgin."

l said, "Good God,
that was nearly 200 years ago."

Yes, and they're still
in the British Museum.

Believe me, Chief lnspector,
attitudes haven't changed.

Let me give you an example.

I have been involved in a scheme to reconstruct
the most famous boats of ancient Greek history.

Oh, you mean the symposium at Piraeus
last year.

Some of them were there, yes. l er... l had
forgotten your interest in the classics.

The point is that those boats
are part of our history, our heritage.

But that is not good enough for some.

There was this man at the event. Tuckerman.

Digby Tuckerman?

Yes. You know him?

Only his name.

Well, as you're a
policeman, l am not surprised.

An unsavoury character

with a reputation for some very
questionable business methods.

He's ruined a few people in his time.

Tuckerman now fronts a leisure group
making historical theme parks.

He's trying to bring one of the boats to
this country to decorate his tacky sideshow.

He'll have actors dressed in sailors'
costumes with parrots on their shoulders,

shouting, "Shiver my timbers!"
l shouldn't be surprised.

A vulgar travesty.

He says money is no object.

But my sources tell me
that his financial basis is...

He's a man of straw. He is nothing.

- You don't like him.
- No.

No.

I don't have the appetite for him.

But more than that, l don't like the idea
that the treasures of our past

are only there to be plundered for
personal gain and self-aggrandisement.

The old lmperialist ethic that inspired Lord
Elgin hasn't disappeared, Chief lnspector.

It'sjust... assumed a new guise.

JOCASTA: Ela.
Boroume na kopsoume mesa apo ti Iaiki

gia na pame sta magazia.

Elpizo na mou vrei kapoia doulia.

Kathomai edo...

(lndistinct conversation)

Can l have a pound of oranges, please?

L'll have some of these ones, actually.

Thank you.

Thanks very much.

Er... actually... Sorry.

Um... excuse me. Sorry.

Hello, l'm Chief lnspector Morse.

Inspector Morse. Digby Tuckerman.

Thank you for seeing me.

It is a pretty hairy moment for me,
so l hope it won't take too long.

- L hope so, too.
- Can l take your coat?

- Thank you.
- A drink? Tea, coffee, mineral water, Scotch?

Scotch and water, please.

So, what branch are you in? The Met?

Thames Valley ClD.

Could have saved yourself a trip.
I live near Oxford.

Yes, yes, l uncovered that information.

So this is your London office.

I rent it by the day.

They're used by accountants and solicitors
from out of town to impress the punters.

Costs an arm and a leg but if you want to get a
project off the ground, it's the right ambience.

- And that's what you're doing at the moment?
- No secret.

I hope not, anyway,
after all l've spent on hype.

Yeah, l've formed a consortium to build
the first of a chain of marine theme parks.

MORSE: And bring over a Greek ship?

Right.

- Think they'll let you?
- No question.

One or two touchy people think
it'll be the end of civilisation if l do.

The "send home the marbles" lobby.

Wouldn't you think
they'd jump at the chance

to show it abroad?
Think of the media blitz there'd be.

Perhaps they're afraid
they won't get it back.

The Frogs got the Mona Lisa back
after it had been to New York.

The ltalians didn't.

But, l mean, our scholars
did the spadework.

- It was designed here.
- But paid for by the Greeks.

I guess you didn't come all the way
from Oxford to discuss Greek oared ships.

I'm investigating the murder

of Nicos Capparis.

Saw it in the local rag. Poor guy.

As you say, poor guy.

Thanks.

Were you

in or around Oxford
at about six on Monday evening?

Better bring in my
organiser, Laura. Thanks.

He was your sous-chef at the Golden Fleece?

About two years ago, yeah.

Why did he leave?

Well, the Golden Fleece
got into deep trouble.

Don't ask me why.
Too up-market for south Devon, maybe.

Anyway, I had to close it.

Nico and his sister went back
to their business in Piraeus no worse off,

the receiver took over what was left.

Not for the first time.

No, afraid not.

If you're a high-flyer among oiks...

The cash-and-carry,
the yacht-fitting business,

the disco, the Spanish restaurant...

ln fact, a trail...

MORSE OVER lNTERCOM: of aborted
enterprises all along the south coast.

And every time, some oik's
had to pick up the pieces

while you swanned off to a new place
and a new disaster.

There's nothing sticking to me from that.
I'm clean.

Right.

Monday, early evening, was it?

Six o'clockish.

I was in a meeting with a Mr Said Akbar.

That was for 4:30. Plenty of
time to drive to Oxford after that.

He didn't leave until close on six.
Ask my secretary.

Ask my wife. She'll tell you.

I didn't get home till after eight.

And you haven't seen Nicos

- since your hotel went bust?
- L knew he was back working over here.

For your friend Vasilakis.

And you didn't bump into him or his sister

at that maritime symposium?

They were in Piraeus.
I was mostly in Athens.

Moving in very different circles.

So.

It's the time of the
high-flyers, lnspector.

Only the braindead stay on the ground.

Ever heard of lcarus?

- No, why? Did he work for me?
- L meant

on your wanderings through antiquity.

A mythical figure.

The first birdman.

Flew too near the sun...

melted the wax on his wings.

Fell from the sky and was drowned.

In the Aegean.

DlGBY OVER lNTERCOM:
Very interesting, but as I say...

l may come and see you at home.

Feel free.

Of course, l'm only there evenings
and weekends. Not always then.

Thanks for the drink.

Oh, l was just ringing your place
to see if you'd got back.

Any joy?

Nothing positive. The train was delayed.

I don't think Tuckerman's
telling all he knows.

I think it's time we spoke to the sister.

Yeah. Well, that's the snag, you see.

What?

I'm afraid we've lost her.

I was taken by surprise. She gave
me the slip while we were shopping.

You've checked the obvious places?

Dino's restaurant we've
checked. Where else?

MORSE: Why did she bring the baby anyway?

There must have been a woman about
in a Greek house.

They just keep on saying they don't know.

(Baby bawls)

- ls she still feeding it?
- Him.

- What?
- Not it. Him.

And no. They can be weaned easily
by six months.

(Baby bawls)

So why did she bring...

Manoula mou, manoula
mou. Mila! Mila, Petro.

Stamata, Fervosia!

Kati kryvete, Kyrie Petro.
Prepei na mas peite tin alitheia.

Den xeroumen tipota!

Milate me ton Dino. Mono aftos xerei.

She knows something.
But he says we mustn't ask them any more.

Only their son knows - Dino.
We must speak to him.

Nai, Dino. Talk to him, yes?

Does Dino know she's gone missing?

O Dinos xerei oti hathike i Maria?

De thelo na stenahorethei to paidi.
Prin ligo efyge afti.

Se Iigo tha epistrepsei.

They didn't want to frighten him too soon.

She's only been gone a few hours.

She could be back at any moment.

Let's go.

L'd sooner listen to Dino's canned bouzouki
than this.

(Baby bawls)

Yeia sas.

I don't know how parents
can bear that noise.

They can't. That's what it's for.

It forces you to do something.

- Good evening, sir. Do you want a table?
- What l want, Mr Papas, is a serious talk.

- Where can we go?
- L cannot leave right now.

As you can see, we are very busy.

Yes, and so am l. Get someone to cover.

Look, l have told you all l know.

Maria Capparis has gone missing.
She ran away.

Who has she gone to see and why?
Who is it you're hiding?

Milas Ellinika?
Den tous eho empistosyni, katalaves?

Koitaxe, eskotothiken o filos sou
kai tora hathike i aderfi tou, i Maria.

Thes na pathei ki afti kako?

OK. You'd better come through here.

Maria has no husband.

So, when she becomes pregnant...

Well, you can imagine.

She's from an old-fashioned Greek family.
Naturally they want to know who the father is.

Well, she says it's somebody
that lives in England

who was only in Greece
for the business with the boats.

The baby's age. Of course.

Is it someone who lives in Oxford?

- Or outside?
- L don't know.

Nicos knew.

He spent most of the time he
was working here looking for him.

What did they hope to get from him?

Maria wanted to see him.

To show him the baby.

She had some idea that the man
would want to marry her.

Anyway... Nicos found out that, of course,
the man's already married.

So then he thinks

perhaps the man would pay.

To keep the secret from his wife.

But what was he like?

Rich or poor? Old or young?

Middle-aged?

Not even Greek or English?

- Poses fores na tous po, den xero tipote!
JOCASTA: Entaxei, re Dino.

Look, he's already told
us he knows nothing.

You told us you knew nothing before.

This is a murder inquiry.
That's a criminal offence. Is that clear?

Did either of them mention Digby Tuckerman?

Yes. They worked for him
when they first came to England.

But the restaurant went bust.

They couldn't get anotherjob

and they couldn't stay here without one,
so they had to go back home.

And they never saw him again, since then?

Yes.

Nicos used to see him, l think.

You think? You don't know?

What did he see him about?

Did he know anything about Tuckerman's
business affairs in Devon?

Enough to be a danger to him?

I can't make guesses.

I can only tell you what l know.

You should have told us all this
as soon as Nicos was killed.

It was a private matter.

Murder usually is.

- Thank you for helping.
- Thank you for letting me.

I've got a bit to learn
about tailing people.

Don't blame yourself for that.
If anyone's to blame, it's me.

She'll turn up sometime.

I hope so.

- Good night.
- Good night, and thank you.

A very appealing girl.

I'm not the sort that fancies teacher.

I didn't say l fancied her.

No.

- So, where to now?
- Home.

Come and have a drink.

Well, if it's all the same to you, sir...

All right. l'll just drop you off, then.

- L found that tape.
- What tape?

? Elgar soundtrack

RANDALL ON TV:
So, for the first time for 2,500 years,

boats from ancient Greece
sail through the Aegean,

owned and paid for by the Hellenic navy,

but powered by British oarsmen.

TV: A magnificent sight...

Marvellous sight, sir.

But what's it got to do with our murder?

I've no idea.

And, after the hot and back-breaking hours
aboard, a much-needed chance to relax

at a Iocal taverna.

Hold it. Wasn't that our victim?

Can we look at that again?

So it is.

So that must be his restaurant.

LEWlS: And Iook who's here.

MORSE: And our missing person.

(Clapping and shouting on TV)

RANDALL ON TV:
It's been a wonderful two weeks.

The oarsmen or, should I say, oarspersons,
as a good number of them are women,

the recorders, the Greek naval officers.

RANDALL: And most of all, for us, the trireme
scholars who have finally been proved right.

And it's good to know that the first reconstruction
will be staying here, where it belongs.

Because this has been a collaboration
between Brits and Greeks.

That's really what's made
the whole thing worthwhile.

The way the Iocal people treated us.

We've been made to feel
as though Greece is our second home.

? Elgar soundtrack

What do you make of him, then?

Seems all right. Why?

Greek and ships, yes. But music by Elgar.

I think l'll go and see Jerome Hogg again.

Let me know the moment
there's word of the girl.

What mother's going to leave her baby

and go off for a whole night
in a town she doesn't know?

So what am l being accused of?

The Iove that dare not speak its name?

We have to find out
what went on at the symposium.

I was only there a day or two.

Visiting Piraeus on one of those cultural cruises
l do most summers. You know, Hellenic tours.

I Iecture on the glory that was Greece.

But you knew Nicos, did you?

In the biblical sense, no.

I sometimes ate and drank at his taverna.
More than that...

You're usually a very keen observer
of who's doing what with whom.

Not when it's being taken down and used
in evidence against them. l'm not a spy.

Strange having a policeman for a friend.
You've got your other hat on -

your helmet-it's not you at all.

I don't care what went on amongst the British
crew, but between the Brits and the Greeks.

A good deal of bad feeling, l gather.

The Greeks felt it was their boat but the
British insisted on treating it as theirs.

Jerome, you know what l mean.

Hanky-panky?

Hello, sailor?

There's a lot less of that
than in the good old days.

I suppose l'm lucky.

Sowed my wild oats before the scourge came.

Now l'm an old man.

The hunger's abated somewhat.

But how about the young men?

About 200 of them.

Even my taste for gossip
would find that prospect daunting.

I was thinking of Digby Tuckerman,
Randall Rees, even Basilios Vasilakis.

They were all there.

You must speak to them.

Well, thank you.

What for?

The coffee.

I was...

l was worried for a moment...
in case l'd given you something else.

(Lively bouzouki music on TV)

(Bouzouki music continues)

Ti egine to moro? Pou to'vales to paidi?

To paidi - ti egine?

Astynomia!

Mas eklepsan to paidi. Voitheia!

To moro!

(Wails hysterically)

Well, now there's a stolen baby,
it'll be on the national news.

- As you see, we need results.
- L'm as concerned about this as you are, sir.

Well, let's look at the facts, shall we?

Well, Forensic found almost nothing
on the dead man, sir.

Did you do a blood test on the baby?

That can't tell you who the father is,
only who it's certainly not.

Can we rule out um...
ethnic squabble of some kind?

- Unless it's Mr Vasilakis.
- Oh, no.

We've got him on film, sir.
Talking to Maria at a taverna.

Tuckerman is desperate.

His fellow conspirators have to be
persuaded to put money into his theme park.

The last thing he wants
is someone showing his dirty linen.

So, if Nicos had threatened
to tell all he knew...

ln which case, why has the kid been stolen?

Who steals babies?

Demented, pitiful women.

Some poor creature
read about Maria's disappearance

and thought, "There's a motherless child.
L'll look after it."

You don't...

You don't suppose it could
be the mother herself, do you?

Maria?

MORSE: With the father at Iast?

Playing happy families
while the rest of us think the worst?

(Sighs) Well, who else?

Professor Randall Rees. He's married
to Friday, the famous television wife.

Dream husband's secret love nest.

That'd be a national scandal, wouldn't it?

My wife, for one,
would have to go into intensive care.

No, no. Hang about. That won't wash.

A few years ago they faced a shocked nation
with the news

they were both under par
in the baby-making department.

LEWlS: That's right, sir.
I knew there was something niggling me.

My wife saw that programme.

She said it must have been a great
help to people in the same situation.

In what way exactly?

Sounds nauseating.

What is this modern compulsion
to entertain unknown millions

with your closest secrets?

You come from a pre-telly generation.

I don't know, sir. l think people like the
Reeses can help other childless couples

- come to terms with the problem.
- All right.

He was next on my visiting list anyway.

RANDALL lN DlSTANCE:
And so shall all my other...

RANDALL: to your question is yes.

Traces of hashish were found in the remains

of the Punic ship, so the crews might well
have been stoned at their oars, yeah.

STUDENT: Would it be a good idea at
any future trials to lay on grass for all?

That way they might get the speed up to
1 2 knots as you say the Athenians did.

I'm not sure it would
improve their performance.

Daisy.

Of course, at the end of the day,
what were you working to recreate?

It's a beautiful battering ram.

It's a cruise missile.

DAlSY: Its sole purpose is to sink the
enemy's fleet, break bones and drown people.

I mean, do you think in
2,000 years from now,

some scholars will reconstruct our lCBMs
and Polarises?

OK.

We all know how you feel about war, Daisy.

But if history teaches anything,

it's that Iife's not that simple.

It was because of these ships
that the Persian fleet was sunk

and the barbarians kept at bay.

Greek civilisation was preserved
as a model for the future of Europe...

..and the world.

Without the triremes...

..we may not have inherited
the democratic ideals

we still Iook to as our
only hope against... well...

against tyranny.

I hoped l'd made that clear.

Thank you.

I'm sure we'd all like to thank
Professor Rees for his stimulating talk.

I knew next to nothing about Greek
oared ships before I came here today.

But now l feel equipped to become
one of the great bores on the subject.

- Thank you, sir.
(Applause)

l'm sorry. l wanted very much to
hear your talk. l couldn't get away.

Pity. You could have become a great bore
on the subject.

It wasn't the best vote of thanks
in the Union's history.

She'll be kicking herself all night.

I doubt it. She probably meant it.

I'm having to face a
very disagreeable truth.

In the world's eyes I've
suddenly become a bore.

Till a few years ago,
l was the apple of everyone's eye.

(Cynical chuckle)

Look at the turnout.

I used to fill this place.

I'm told you're one of the most brilliant
scholars of your generation. ls that fair?

Good God. Who by?

That night we met at High Table...

l was told by Jerome Hogg.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

When I married,

rather late in the day,

l left Jerome's little coterie
of sycophantic young fogeys.

- You're not married, are you?
- No.

The best thing l ever did.

I bet Jerome told you l
did it to prove something.

He's never been able to face the fact that
l fell in love with Friday at first sight.

And I've Ioved her ever since.

She didn't go with you to Piraeus.

She was halfway through a series.

Did you know Nicos and
Maria Capparis there?

- Am l being questioned?
- L'm talking to everyone.

Yes, l knew them.

Nicos fed us at bargain prices.

Most of the students
couldn't afford to go out

but when we did it was usually
to the Capparis taverna.

There were some rumours

that Nicos might have been spying on us.

Spying?

What, is one of those old boats
about to be bought by NATO?

No, by that chap Tuckerman.

You mean Nicos and his family
were spying for Tuckerman?

We thought they were listening at tables,
yeah. Reporting anything useful back.

Nothing was ever proved, of course.

How about a drink?

Sorry. Ordinary way l'd love to,
but Friday's getting dinner.

I'm late already. l'd
better ring for a cab.

Haven't you got a car?

- Lt's in for servicing.
- L'll give you a lift.

There's no need, really.

No trouble at all.

Where have you been?
I nearly rang the Union.

I was...

RANDALL: Morse gave me a Iift home.

I thought it was a taxi.

RANDALL: A vintage Jaguar? Hardly.

- Blame me if he's late.
- No, no, he's not. How was his talk?

I only heard the end.

Are you sure you won't come in
for a low-alcohol beer?

Good God, no.
There'II be alcohol-free whisky next.

Thanks, but no. Well, good night.

- Thanks for bringing him home.
- Night.

I've got him.

Bring that torch across here.

As we expected, sir,
they've ruled out drowning.

She'd have gulped a whole load
of weed and silt and grit and stuff

- right down inside and struggled to survive.
- Are there any injuries?

Same as her brother.
Compression of the spinal cord.

Can they give us a time?

Well, given the fresh water conditions
and the warm weather,

they reckon she could have been killed
within hours

of giving Miss Georgiadis the slip.

She won't be too happy about this.

She won't.

Could l let her know, sir?
Before she reads it in the paper

- or sees it on the news.
- Break it to her gently.

L'll be at the Tuckermans' place.

Mrs Tuckerman?

Morse, CID. I rang earlier.

He isn't back yet.

As l told you, he
stayed in town last night.

Perhaps you can help me.

What'll you have?

G&T? B&S?

Or shall l open champagne?

It's a little early for me, thanks.

Did your husband tell you

we met in his London office?

He never tells me anything much these days.

There was a time when l took an interest
in his business affairs.

But now they've entered
the realm of fantasy...

His business affairs?

AII his affairs.

Businessmen are the world's dreamers,
you know.

Fantasists, every one.

You seem to live pretty well on it.

Of course, you know he doesn't own a thing.

It's either this company
or that consortium.

You were married 1 2 years ago.

That was before he ran the Golden Fleece.

(Chuckles)

Give him his due. He's cheeky.

Golden Fleece!

So you must have known
Nicos and Maria Capparis.

Always trouble, those two.

Always stirring it up.

Still, l can't help
feeling sorry for the girl.

What she must be going through.

God, what kind of people
would do a thing like that?

Not your husband's kind anyway.

Huh. Digger?

Steal a baby?

He's not remotely interested in kids.

As soon as ours could walk he packed
them off to some awful boarding school

so that now I scarcely ever see them.

Boys?

Two girls.

I was thinking more of
what was done to Nicos.

Digger's violence is all on paper.

Or floppy disks.

He can't stand the sight of blood.

In fact, no blood was spilled.

Has he ever gone in for karate or t'ai chi?

It's not that kind of
sport he fancies at all, no.

More boardroom and bedroom.

If you went to that office he rents
by the day, then you saw that girl

he rents by the hour.

Leggy Laura.

He likes to go a few rounds with her.

You went with him to Piraeus, of course?

Athens mostly.

Wining and dining.

He met the Capparises there again.

I told you...

he never tells me anything these days.

I try not to see what's going on.

I just sit here. Day after day.

(Tearfully) Waiting for him to come home.

(Sobs)

(Faint yowling)

(Yowls)

l think you'd better
not have another drink.

You could be your husband's only alibi.

DlGBY: Susie!
- Why don't you ask him?

MORSE: Hello again.

Nice old motor out there.

Haven't you given lnspector Morse a drink?
He likes a Scotch on duty.

MORSE: Not this early.

This about Nicos' murder again?

And Maria's.

You found her?

This morning.

Floating in the Cherwell.

Oh, no.

Drowned?

Killed first.

Driven there, then thrown into the river.

Poor kid, she was only...

And the time of death is anywhere
between five and ten on Thursday.

Isn't that the day we met in London?

You could have driven here in an hour
and been here when she arrived.

Hang on. Are you laying this on me?!

Not until the postmortem
gives us a precise time of death.

But l would like to take
your car to Forensic.

Do you have a car, Mrs Tuckerman?

- Oh, for God's sake, Digger, tell him the truth.
- Now, come on, love.

He didn't come home at all that night,
so l can't say where he was.

You'll have to ask Legs Laura.

You spent the evening with your secretary?

The evening that lasted
until twelve the next day.

We were working on the new presentation
in the office.

MORSE: Till when?

Midnight.

Until we got back to... her place.

Because it Iooks Iike
I've Iost that bloody boat

and l've got to save
what l can by next week.

Then where were you driving off to
like a bat out of hell just after l left?

To Charlie, yeah, to try and save
the whole bloody operation.

He's the guy who's supposed to swing it
all my way, but...

someone else got ahead of the game.

That's the truth.
It was a Iast-ditch effort to save it.

All the money l've spent greasing
the right palms, doing the needful. Greece.

Good name for that place.

So how do we talk to Charlie?

(Sighs)

And will Charlie talk for you?

He'd better.

And wasn't Nicos still on your payroll?

Wasn't he your man in Piraeus?

Listening at tables, reporting back.

He was an informant,
yes. That's not illegal.

And did he carry on doing it when he
went to work in Vasilakis's restaurant?

Well, l needed someone to stand behind him
and tip me the wink.

And did he find out more than you wanted?

And did he turn to blackmailing you?

And did Maria

come and follow it up
to avenge her brother?

I'm saying nothing
till l've spoken to my solicitor.

I'm sure he'll advise co-operation.

Be sure to tell him
you're not under arrest.

Who set me up?

Was it that smarmy bubble?

L'll see myself out.

Vasilakis.

Go and get me a beer.

What did you do that for?!

Vasilakis!

You can't just walk in.
What do you think you're doing?

- He's not here.
- L'll look for myself.

- Do you mind?!
- L don't want to talk to the mother's help,

whatever you call
yourself. l want Vasilakis.

- You can't just push your way in...
- Listen!

Don't be a silly girl.

Vasilakis!

I want you and l'm going to have you!

All right, Wendy, come and take the baby.

- (Baby cries)
- Are you the wife?

You tell him Digby
Tuckerman's here to see him.

Yes, l know who you are. l've seen
you arguing with Basilios on television.

He won't win, you know.

Not that way. That's a rough old game,

- but two can play.
- Mr Tuckerman, please leave this house.

Or what?!

You'll call the police?

Chums of yours, are they?

I know your old man's here.

Vasilakis! Come on out,
wherever you're hiding!

Vasilakis!

What have you said to Tuckerman, sir?

We've just had a call.
He's broken into Vasilakis's.

Right, come on.

- Follow us.
POLlCEMAN: OK.

(Chopping)

CHEF: Ti theleis edo?

Stamata.

Vasilakis!

Surprised?

Thought you'd got me safely put away
till after next week?

- Who let you into my house?
- Your mates in the police force, was it?

Masonic handshakes? All that stuff?

What are you talking about?

Who'd lose most if Nicos and Maria
started blabbing?

Me? Only another business down the toilet.

But all this?!

The cut-glass wife?

So, you shut their mouths
for good, didn't you?

Only they'll never believe you did it.

So... l've come for you myself.

Basilios?

It's a wonderfully paranoid plot, l'll
give you that. The only flaw with it

is that at the time of Maria's death, Mr and
Mrs Vasilakis were at Glyndebourne seeing...

- what was it?
- Er... Rosenkavalier.

Over 800 people can prove
he was asleep in the front row.

He didn't have to do it himself.
He could've put out a contract.

This is not Las Vegas. l am not a Sicilian.

You're a Mediterranean.
You know how to make people disappear.

- That's how you keep this loot.
- Take him to the car.

Can't you see, Morse?
You're being fooled by all this old money.

- Lt's not even his. He married it.
- Come on.

- (Baby cries)
- l'm coming, Wendy.

At least this means there won't be any
question of the trireme coming to Britain.

- A happy ending for you.
- There never really was.

I'm afraid that chap was out of his class.

His wings came unstuck. l did warn him.

Ah, Morse.

I'm glad l caught you. l just...

Where are you going with that?

Home, sir.

That's police property.
I hope you've signed for it.

Anyway, l just wanted to say good work
at the Vasilakis place.

Could have been a nasty incident.
And Tuckerman?

He's been charged, sir.

With forcible entry, threatening behaviour
and assault.

But l don't think he had anything to do
with the killings... or the baby.

That's certainly what he claims
and l must say l believe him.

- What about the cars?
- Sorry to keep you waiting, sir.

Forensic phoned just as l was leaving.

They've been over Tuckerman's car,
the wife's and the mistress's.

Nothing at all. Clean as a whistle.

What are you going to do with those things?
Catch up on your viewing?

Just an old tape l want to look at.

That's really what's made
the whole thing worthwhile.

The way the Iocal people treated us.

RANDALL: We've been made to feel
as though Greece

is our second home.

WOMAN ON TV: that it actually happened.

MORSE: What have I done now?
- You feel you'II never be free of the nightmares?

How did she get in there?

Lewis.

Jackie's account of her rape
may have been harrowing,

but it is not uncommon.

There's no easy solution,
which is why I'm always urging you

to take a course in some kind of
self-defence if you possibly can.

And now, on a personal note,

I'd Iike to thank all of you who've written
to congratulate me on my wedding anniversary.

Now, I know compared to some of you

Randall and I are mere beginners,

but, well, 1 5 years
seems quite a Iong time to us, doesn't it?

RANDALL: Oh, no, not at all.

For me it's gone in a flash.

- Flattery will get you everywhere.
- Thank you, darling.

Ah, yes.

It's Saturday, so it must be Friday.

..had a Iot to do with it,
and also accepting the fact

that our marriage was yet a thirdjob.

An ongoing Iabour of Iove.

FRlDAY: Which has to
be worked at every day.

And what we once thought of as the great
sadness of our not having children,

we realise has brought us even closer.

Because, well, we've no-one else
to share our Iove...

only each other.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Well, that's it for today.

I hope you've enjoyed the show.
Until the same time next week...

..for us, the trireme scholars
who have finally been proved right.

And it's good to know that the first reconstruction
will be staying here, where it belongs.

Because this has been a collaboration

between Brits and Greeks.

That's really what's made
the whole thing worthwhile.

The way the Iocal people treated us.

We've been made to feel as though
Greece is our second home.

You've been staring me in the
face all this time, haven't you?

My stupid fault for
listening to bitchy gossip.

Damn you, Jerome.

(Phone rings)

Hello.

Oh, hello, sir.

Rees? Yeah, l've just been watching him
on his wife's...

lf it's in an Oxford garage,
we can soon locate it.

Yeah, fine.

He told the service manager
there was no hurry for a week or two.

Makes sense. Have you found anything?

Mm. Traces of Maria's body fluids, hair
and clothing in the back of the car.

And some threads on the exterior trim.

He's cool, Lewis,

- you must give him that.
- And we thought he wasn't interested in women.

I did.

Don't blame yourself.
I put it into your head.

And had it put into
mine by malicious gossip.

At my age l should know better.

But they can't have
kids. They said that on TV.

They can't, right. But who said he can't?

He's been staring me in the face
from that screen

- right from the start.
- So are we going for him?

No need to go in like the heavy brigade.
I want a confession.

You wait here till l call.

He's got no college duties today,
so l take it he'll be home.

You know the address.

(Phone rings)

ClD. Sergeant Lewis.

Oh, hello. How are you?

Inspector.

Thank God.

- Who did you expect?
- L thought it might be Randall.

Did he call you?

No.

It's your husband l've come for.

I know.

So where is he?

You won't believe it. He's gone shopping.

For babywear, formula, nappies.

You've no idea how much a tiny
creature like this can consume in a day.

(Baby cries)

l couldn't go, of course. l'd be spotted.

So he's taken the car and gone into town.

I take it that's Maria's child.

And his, yes.

Pretty heavy irony, yeah?

The ideal married couple
whose love was barren.

The marriage made in paradise.

The trouble is it's true.

I really do love him as much as that.

Pathetic, really.

Even now? Now you know about the child?

Poor innocent, to be born into this.

It all comes from a
physiological flaw, you know.

A technical hitch.

We tried to put it right.

Had all the treatments.

Hormones, in vitro fertilisation.

Nothing took.

He wore... loose pants and took cold baths.

And l... lay with my
knees raised after sex.

We had... tried calendars and champagne.

Pornography.

Faith healing.

God... the shame of it.

(Doorbell)

They told us we should er... adopt.

But we didn't want to.

So you decided to do without.

After all, we had each other.

An ideal relationship. A perfect sex life.

Randall's a wonderful lover.

He always was,

in case you're in any doubt.

But he still hankered
after a child of his own?

As l found out when a Greek chef
turned up here with news of this poor babe.

I wasn't here. He told me later.

We always told each other everything.

Must have been a terrible shock to you.

You'd think so.

Oddly enough, it was worse for him.

I think he cared more about
our public image than l did.

Well, he... he cared enough to kill.

I told Randall to give the girl's brother
what he wanted... but only once.

If he asked for more, then...

..we should go to the police
and take our chances.

But Randall was terrified of blackmail.

One night l came back to find him
in this hysterical state.

He'd gone to the
brother's digs to pay him...

..when all of a sudden
he felt this sort of fit.

An uncontrollable anger.

And he... struck him from behind.

He swore he never meant to kill him.

And l believe that.

Don't you?

And Maria? Are you saying
that was an accident as well?

I don't know.

Isn't it supposed to be
easier the second time?

Why didn't you call me
as soon as he left the house?

Don't you understand?

I love him.

Do you think I want him accused of murder?

It won't come to that, will it?

With the best lawyers.

- Thanks for coming.
- This had better be good.

I'm supposed to be there
in case the inspector calls in.

I must do all l can to help.
I feel responsible for all that's happened.

We know who's responsible. Whatever the
old man's got to say, he's missed the boat.

What happened?

Did you call him?

Stay where you are. l'm coming down.

I said no, Mr Rees.

MORSE: It won't do any good.
RANDALL: What do you mean?

Sooner or later, we'd have had to come.

My fault it took so long.

Why have you left her
up there with the baby?

It's perfectly safe.
She's looking after it.

Not it, him.

Alexander.

He and his wife were watching TV
at the moment Nicos let in his caller.

His killer, you mean.
The one they never saw.

He got bored, ran out of cigarettes,
and went to the corner shop.

On his way back, he saw someone in the
street who couldn't possibly have been there.

- How do you mean?
- Because you can't be two places at one time.

He'd just seen the same face on television.

He never said as he was afraid
of seeming a fool.

But it wasn't a Iive show, it was a repeat
of Saturday night's show.

Friday Rees?

Yes, yes. lt's her in the street.

Sygnomi, Despoinis lokasti...

He's apologising.

Tell him OK. Let's hope
he remembered in time.

- Entaxei, min anysiheis.
- Pou na xero oti afti i pliroforia eihe simasia!

Entaxei, entaxei, mi fovasai.

(Rings)

(Ringing tone continues)

All right, my love.

Come on. Just let me have the child.

Morse, stop him.

Stop me?

L'd thought you'd come for her.
I thought you knew.

I've been trying to persuade her this cannot
go on. You'd find out sooner or later.

It could have gone on. We could have
lived here together, a happy family.

No-one would have known.

You think you can hide a baby?

Could l? No, not even in Greece.
He found his way across a continent.

But l had strength for three of us.
L'd have done it somehow.

I've always done
what you thought was impossible.

Except to have a child. You've always been
the strong one, but that you couldn't do.

Not another step.

Do as she says.

I've always done as she says, haven't l?

You were happy to let me manage your life.

(Laughs with disbelief) Happy?

I was half asleep.

Even my one and only adultery with Maria
didn't wake me up.

But when her brother came here to show me the
picture of... my son - that was different.

Yes, after all our useless attempts, you had
a one-night stand with a Greek... scrubber!

And bingo - my infertile husband.

No. With another woman,
l could score first time.

Why is it so important for men
to prove themselves?

You may be a wonderful lover, but all
you want to do is to go out and procreate,

show what big macho men you are -
as though it matters.

All that mattered to her was the public
image. Perfect marriage as seen on TV.

It is perfect now we've got the baby.

He isn't yours. You killed his mother!

MORSE: Friday, listen.

Listen, we'll come up
and we'll talk about this calmly.

(Baby cries)

l wanted to tell you that night at dinner.

I've never been able to stand up to her.

You wait here.

When that girl followed...
calling here and finding me alone...

..it all became suddenly clear to me.

The baby really belonged to us.

To him first, and now,
because there was no mother, to me as well.

I knew you'd Iean on me
Iike you've always done.

No. That was over.

Here was someone weaker than myself

who needed me to protect him.

Yes, but not from me. l'd be his mother.

You had killed his mother.

I did it for you.

To protect you.

He isn't yours.

They're so fragile.

How do so many of them survive?

I could drop him.

He isn't yours.

Or ours.

He's mine.

Is that what you really think?

Perhaps he could have been ours
if Maria had agreed.

But now...

Oh, my Iove.
Try to understand what you've done.

Then if he isn't ours...

..if l can't share him...

(Cries out)

(Thunderclap)

Almost operatic.

A Greek tragedy.

You should try the myths sometime, Lewis.

Sex is never simple there.

There's pleasure...

then there's payment.

Retribution.

My mother used to say,
"Laughing always comes to crying."

Virgil said, "l fear the Greeks...

..even when they come bearing gifts."