All language subtitles for Endeavour.S04E04.1080p.BluRay.x265-KONTRAST

(klaxon blaring in distance)

(cans and metal objects
clanking)

(radio static crackling)

ANNOUNCER (on radio): The Soviet
Union has warned the United States

that an attack on Cuba'

or on Soviet ships carrying
supplies to the island

would mean war.

In a statement from Moscow,

the Russian foreign minister,
Mr. Gromyko,

said any such attack made
by the United States

would plunge the world
into the disaster

of a universal world war'

with the use
of thermonuclear weapons.

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MAN: And when he opened
the seventh seal,

there was a silence in Heaven
about the space of half an hour.

And I saw the angels
that stood before God;

and to them were given
the seven trumpets.

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♪ Dies irae ♪

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♪ Cuncta stricte discussurus. ♪

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♪ Quando judex... ♪

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BRIGHT:
I've been asked to convey

the chief constable's
appreciation

to Detective Inspector Thursday
for the admirable way

he's held the fort
these past weeks.

THURSDAY: Well,
on behalf of the whole station, sir,

if I might just say,

welcome back.

All right, carry on.

Anything pressing that requires
my immediate attention?

One or two burglaries
outstanding

in the Oxpens area, sir.

Kids, probably, by the mess.

STRANGE: Just through from
the Information Room, sir.

Body's been found
at Bramford Mere.

Bramford, you say?

STRANGE:
Bramford Mere.

That's county ground, isn't it?

Yeah, Division
would like us to deal.

THURSDAY: Laxman went
missing out that way.

Who's this?

Uh, before your time, sir.

Five years back...
Matthew Laxman.

A botanist.

Went missing from his rooms
at Wolsey during the long vac.

Last sighting was from a
hitchhiker, Nigel Warren.

Laxman told him he was
heading out Bramford way,

but his car was never recovered.

BRIGHT:
Foul play, you think?

It wasn't my case, sir.

County investigation
for the most part.

But my old bagman, DS Lott,

liaised with them
from the City end.

And he might not have been
as thorough

as he could've been.

And you'd like
to set things right.

Well, there we are.

Not half an hour in the station,

and all back to normal.

Carry on.

Morning.
Constable.

Archaeological dig, sir,
out of Courtenay College.

Turned up a hand.

Belongs to the fellow
in this trench.

THURSDAY:
Morning, Doctor.

Inspector.

Gentlemen.

What have you got?

Male.

Age as yet undetermined.

Remains somewhat compressed,
but remarkably well preserved

due to the acidity of the soil.

Any chance it could be Laxman?

I'm afraid time of death

rather mitigates
against that possibility.

Time of death?

2,000 years ago.

2,000 years?

MAX: Yes, give or take a
couple of hundred years.

We'll have trouble notifying
his next of kin.

Poor chap does seem to have had
rather a grim time of it.

There's trauma to the skull.

An ax, perhaps, or a rock...
Fatal by itself.

But we also have a garrote,
tightened by means of a stick.

And finally, his throat
has been laid open

with a very sharp blade,
right to left.

Torture, possibly.

ENDEAVOUR: Or ritual.
STRANGE: How's that?

Well, prevailing school
of thought is

that places like this,
bodies of water,

held a supernatural significance

to ancient peoples.

They were seen as a gateway
from one world to another.

Could have been an offering,

made to whatever deities
they worshipped.

Human sacrifice, you mean?

Hmm, popular with the druids.

And what's that? MAX: What?

There.

Oh.

Inspector?

WOMAN: Matthew had a
pair quite similar.

It's possible they're his.

Where did you find them?

Out at Bramford Mere.

Isn't that where he told
the hitchhiker he was going?

Bramford Village
was the destination.

The mere is about
a mile or so outside.

Did he have

any business out
there, do you know? No.

ENDEAVOUR:
And you were out of town,

at the time
of his disappearance, yes?

Mm-hmm.

I did tell the police
all of this at the time.

THURSDAY: We do
like to be thorough.

To which end, I must ask...

There was the suggestion
that your marriage

wasn't altogether happy.

(scoffs)

Matthew was, um...

Passionate.

Driven, I suppose,
in his work, in politics.

He had a temper in drink.

Sometimes I felt there was
a side to his life

I never really knew at all.

You should speak to Donald.

Professor Bagley at Wolsey.

He probably knew Matthew
better than anyone.

Thank you, that will be all
for now.

(organ playing slow piece)

Professor Bagley?

BAGLEY:
Yes, he came by my rooms here,

as he did most mornings,
about 11:00.

We had a glass of sherry
and caught up on the gossip.

After Anne, my wife, died,
he was a good friend.

Have you any idea
what he might have been doing

out at Bramford Mere?

About his work,
I should imagine.

Have you talked to Alison?

Mrs. Laxman?

We've just come from there now.

Wonderful girl.

These last years have been
very hard for her.

Not knowing
if he was alive or dead.

Thank you, Professor.

And the first angel sounded,

and there followed hail and fire
mingled with blood,

and they were cast
upon the Earth:

and the third part of trees
was burnt up,

and all green grass

was burnt up.

THURSDAY:
Nigel Warren?

City Police.

About five years ago,

you hitched a lift off
Dr. Matthew Laxman,

going out Bramford way.

1 gave a statement at the tune.

To County, yes, not to us.

We are reviewing the case.

Well, then, you'll know
I had an alibi.

Did Laxman say anything
about going to Bramford Mere?

I thought he just said
to Bramford.

He was in a pretty bad mood.

I think some woman
had got his back up.

Did he say who?

His wife, I took it.

Right.

Well, if anything else
comes back to you,

we're at Cowley Nick.

Right.

THURSDAY: Get hold of a copy
of the missing person's poster

and have a patrol car
run you out to Bramford.

Ask around.

See if you can jog any memories.

What?

Well...

We're going to a lot of trouble
over a pair of glasses,

aren't we?

I mean if it had been
Laxman's body in the mere,

but it wasn't.

Five years.

If there was anything
to be found,

County would have found it.

County couldn't find their arse
with both hands and a map.

This time, we're going
to make sure

it gets done right.

Meet me at the church
around 5:00.

Thanks.

(rhythmic pounding)

(men exclaiming and grunting)

(dog barking)

(growling)

There you go, then, Seth.

On tick, is it?

Yeah, thank you.

WOMAN: See you on
Saturday, shall we?

SETH:
I will try.

Afternoon.
Afternoon.

Good afternoon,
I'm Detective Constable Morse.

City Police.

Oh, you're a long way out then,
aren't you, my dear?

I'm looking
into the disappearance

of a Dr. Matthew Laxman.

He went missing from the area
around five years ago.

Yep, I remember.

I told the police at the time
I hadn't seen him.

Well, Ijust wondered

if you might've remembered
anything in the meantime?

No, sorry.

Right.

Well, thank you.

What's with the Morris Men?

They're practicing their figures
for Saturday.

Second Harvest...
The Balance of the Year.

Autumnal equinox.
That's right.

Day and night.

Light and dark
in perfect harmony.

Oh.

Well, thanks again.

Not at all, my dear.

Goddess bless thee.

(pounding and chanting continue)

Hello.

MAN:
No.

(pounding and chanting continue)

Excuse me.

Eh?

(pounding and chanting
grow louder)

(sharpening blade)

(birds chirping)

Hello.

I'm Detective Constable Morse,
City Police, Miss...

Mrs. Levin... Ros.

How do you do?

Oh, very well, thank you.

I'm looking into
the disappearance

of a Dr. Matthew Laxman.

He went missing about
five years ago...

Oh, well, we've not been
in the area very long.

Jon, my husband, works
at the power plant.

Right... American?

Omaha, Nebraska.

And what do you make of it,
Bramford?

Yeah, uh...

Kind of quaint.

And the people seem nice,
if a little strange.

Um...

You should talk to Dowsable.

Uh, Miss Chattox.

She's a house in the woods,

at the bottom of the valley.

Oh.

Right.

Well, thank you for your help.

Yeah, you're welcome.

Good luck with everything.

(ominous animal sounds)

(windchimes tinkling)

Hello?

Miss Chattox?

Hello?

Hello?

My name is... WOMAN: Morse.

That's your name, isn't it?

Morse.

I've been expecting you.

ENDEAVOUR: You know you
really oughtn't go around

pointing guns at people.

DOWSABLE:
I get all sorts coming here.

Surveyors, water people,

them buggers
from the power station.

Besides, you was trespassing.

I thought you were expecting me.

What do you want coming here,

troubling a poor defenseless
old woman?

You didn't seem particularly
defenseless

from where I was standing.

I don't know
what you're bothering me for.

I told that other policeman,
the one that come before.

I never saw that Dr. Laxman.

Well, that was County...
I'm City.

It was five years ago
this weekend.

I know when he went.

The balance of the year,
when the veil is thinnest.

The veil?

Between the world
of clay and night.

The equinox is science,
Miss Chattox.

It's not superstition.

In any event, sometimes people
remember things they forget.

I don't.

Well, then, I've had
a wasted journey.

Good afternoon.

The American girl sent you.

You want to keep an eye
on that one.

Darkness presses in
close upon her.

There are signs, if you know
how to read them.

A lamb with two heads
was born in the spring.

You ask my grandson Seth
if you don't believe me.

(bell ringing slowly)

April 11, Joan's birthday.

"Agnes Chattox,

"April the 11th, 1623-
September 22, 1645,

Spinster of This Parish."

I think I just met
one of her relatives

out in the woods.

Local wise woman... or not.

MAN:
She were hanged.

Agnes.

Tested and hanged.

For what?

MAN:
Consorting with an imp.

And all other manner

of black deviltries besides.

Thou shalt not suffer a witch
to live.

Is that right, Mr...?

Zebulon Sadler.

Sexton of All Souls.

So you've found him, then,
have you?

Him who's been missing
since '62?

That's why all your people's
all over the mere, isn't it?

I don't suppose
you remember seeing him,

do you?
No.

You won't find anybody
hereabouts as did.

Why's that?

Because he never came here.

You seem very certain.

Of course I'm certain...
It was Harvest Weekend.

An outsider'd stand out
like a sore thumb.

(klaxon blows in distance)

That'll be the power plant.

They test their alarm bells
every day about the same time.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I got a burial to see to.

I see you've met our sexton.

Curling your hair with tales

of the devil walking abroad,
was he?

Something like that.

He can lay it on a bit thick.

Particularly with strangers.

Dr. Berger... Tristan.

Pl. Thursday..

I'm the local sawbones.

I've a surgery in King's Abbot,
but I live here in Bramford.

You're looking for that chap
that went missing?

Laxman.

You recollect anything?

No, I'm afraid not.

I was away that weekend.

Symposium in the Midlands.

I could ask my sister, Selina.

She keeps house for me
at The Grange.

Where can I reach you, if...

Cowley Station.

Well, then, we won't keep you.

Not at all, it was
very good to meet you.

(car door closes)

MAN:
Hey.

How was your day?

Oh, it was an endless
social whirl.

You'll read all about it
in next month's Harper's.

If you want to meet people,

you've got to go
into the village.

You got to talk to them.

I don't like the way
some of them look at me.

Well, try Oxford, then.

Um, a policeman came by.

That broke the monotony.

A cop?

What did he want?

Someone went missing near here.

A botanist.

When was this?

Oh, years ago.

Before we came here.

THURSDAY: I knew there was something
not right about the Laxman case.

Right from the of...
Felt it in my water.

What about County...
Anything of any use there?

ENDEAVOUR: Well I've been
through County case files.

It appears to have been
a textbook investigation.

THURSDAY: Well, that should tell
you something from the start.

Since when have County done
a textbook anything?

There is one oddity.

They didn't speak to anyone
at Bramford Power Station.

It's just four miles up the road
from where Laxman disappeared.

Huge staff.

700 potential eyewitnesses,

and County didn't speak
to one of them.

THURSDAY:
See what you can dig out.

ENDEAVOUR:
Sir.

Goodnight,
Mrs. Thursday.

Win?

Morse is going.

She gets lost in her programs.

Tell me how you make out.

There was one more thing.

It's, um, the autumnal equinox
this weekend.

I know because Bramford village

make a big song and dance about it.
And?

It was the autumnal equinox
five years ago

when Laxman disappeared.

What're you saying,
they're somehow connected?

I don't know, but it is curious.

What's the matter that
you can't say cheerio to Morse?

(television playing)

Win?

Winifred.

What's going on?

I thought he was fond of her.

In his way.

Police.

When it comes to murder, you can
find a needle in a haystack,

but when it's about
your own daughter...

The pair of you!

Police.

If you could pull over
by the barrier.

Do you have an appointment?

No.

Then, I'm sorry, sir.

There's no unauthorized
access to the site.

This warrant card
is my authority.

Up to the gate, sir.

Beyond that, you'll need
to make an appointment.

With whom?

The appropriate ministry.

Turn the car around, sir.

ENDEAVOUR:
Look, in the last two hours,

I have spoken
to the Atomic Energy Authority,

who have referred me to the MOD.

The M.O.D. have referred me'

to the permanent
undersecretary's office,

who have now referred me to you.

1 just want to know
how X get access

to Bramford Power Station.

(sighs)

Right, well, thank you
for nothing.

(sighs)

Rodents.

According to Dr. de Bryn.

The specs.

The rats have had a nibble,
haven't they?

Anyway, you haven't forgotten
about tonight?

We're counting on you.

MAN: Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
ready for the next question,

so get those thinking caps on,
please.

Which famous film star,
once married to Conrad Hilton,

married her fifth husband
in March

of last year?

Elizabeth Taylor?

She's been hitched tons.

(softly):
Zsa Zsa Gabor.

That's it.

QUIZMASTER:
Sport, now.

Which player on the winning side

scored in both the semifinal
and the final...

♪♪

(sighs)

(thunder rumbling)

Frank Saul, eh?

Who'd've thought?

Chip?

No, thank you.

Listen, I've been meaning
to say.

Mate of mine in London's
starting a new unit.

Asked me if I could
recommend a good bagman.

Thought maybe
after that knockback

with your sergeant's...

It were more than a knockback.

Well, there you go.

If your face don't fit, matey.

Be automatic promotion.

More money.

London weighting.

It's a solid offer.

It's a D.I. Craddock,
Tintagel House.

We were at Hendon together.

You should give him a call.

(thunder rumbling)

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

(keys jingling)

(sighs)

Little toerags.

Sorry, matey.

Oh, it's one of those things.

We see it enough.

Yeah, but you're one of our own.

Well, you can't stay on here
with it like this, can you?

You're welcome to doss at mine
till you get yourself straight.

Oh, no.

Thank you, thanks.

I'd sooner make a start.

Right.

Well, the offer's there.

Chin up, matey.

Shirl.

Morse.

THURSDAY: Strange said they
made a right mess of things.

ENDEAVOUR:
Oh, it's nothing, really.

THURSDAY:
Anything to go on?

ENDEAVOUR: Scene of Crime
have dusted for prints,

so we 7! just have
to wait and see.

Miss Berger called
the station... from Bramford.

The GP '5 sister.

THURSDAY:
Miss Berger?

SELINA:
Yes.

THURSDAY:
DA. Thursday, D.C. Morse.

I believe you rang the station.

It was a Friday.

I'd been into town
to return my books to Boots

and to take in the matinée
at the cinema.

On the way back to Bramford,

the bus was held up a moment
by a milk herd

being brought back from pasture.

And that's when I noticed it.

THURSDAY:
Noticed what?

The ca r.

A black Morris Oxford.

It had come off the road.

Where was this?

About four miles
out of the village.

A couple of miles before the
turnoff for the power station.

What time was this?

About 6:00?

Perhaps a little later.

I suppose Ijust
put it out of my head.

Didn't think any more about it.

You didn't notice it
on the way into town?

No.

But the bus had to take a detour
on the way in

on account of a tree being down.

How come you've
remembered it now?

SELINA: Well, Tristan said
the police were in the village

asking questions, and...

Hello again.

Just popped home for some lunch.

I'm not interrupting?
Not at all, sir.

Right.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

THURSDAY: Why didn't you
report it at the time,

when Dr. Laxman
went missing?

SELINA: I don't suppose I put
two and two together at all.

But I certainly don't remember
any mention of a car

the first time
the police came round.

THURSDAY: You're sure
it was a Friday, then?

I thought so.

Of course, I...

I might be mistaken
about when I saw it.

I seem to think
it was early autumn.

Certainly before I heard
anything about Dr. Laxman.

What was the film that you saw?

You said you took in a matinee

at the cinema.

Oh.

It was five years ago now.

Um, I think it was the one
about the borstal boy

who becomes a runner.

THURSDAY: All right,
thank you, Miss Berger.

That's been most useful.

TRISTAN: They seemed
nice, didn't they?

Yes.

I left some tongue
in the fridge.

Did you see?

Yes, I did.

Did you have some?

Yes.

Was it nice?

It was, quite.

Good... you're not angry?

Good heavens, no.

You're just doing your duty.

I'm very proud of you.

When will you be back?

Late, I should think.

Don't wait up.

(horn blowing)

Do you think
it was Laxman's car?

Ask around the garages
hereabouts.

See if anyone brought
a Morris in for repair.

Would think they would have
been spoken to at the time,

wouldn't you?

County.

If she even saw what she saw.

DOROTHEA:
Laxman was anti-nuclear?

You think he had something
to do with the power station?

(sighs):
Well, not necessarily.

But it's such a huge staff,

someone might have seen
something.

Problem is, I can't get access
to the site.

Well, I'm due to go out there,
interview the director,

chap called Elliott Blake.

How's that?

Their new reactor, Bramford 8...
Also known as "Goldenrod"...

Becomes operational
this weekend.

We've been invited
to bang the drum.

By whom?

Blake himself.

He's the darling
of the atomic industry,

but there's a lot of bad feeling
about their plans

to flood the valley
for a reservoir.

How are you with a camera?

THURSDAY:
Right, then.

STRANGE:
Can we give you a lift?

THURSDAY:
No, a patrol car can run me.

What's all this?

From Morse's place.

Scene of Crime are done with it.

Wondered if he might
want some of it back.

Anything?

Clean as a whistle.

The only prints they turned up
are his.

You all right, sir?

Fine.

Fine.

DOROTHEA:
Dorothea Frazil, Oxford Mail.

I've an appointment
with Mr. Blake.

My photographer, Snappy Jenkins.

Wait there.

Thank you.

Snappy?

Well, you can be.

Elliott Blake,
director of operations.

Welcome to Bramford.

Thank you.

This is your photographer,
is it?

For today.

But the rest of the time,

he works for the City Police.

Detective Constable Morse.

He tried to get on to the site
to see you.

Without success.

I was told someone from
Oxford City Police had been by.

That was you, I take it.
Yes, that was me.

A Dr. Matthew Laxman who worked
at the Botanic Gardens,

he went missing from the area
around five years ago.

Yes, I remember.

Though what has that to do
with the station?

It appears some of our
colleagues at County

failed to question anyone
on the site.

Do you remember Matthew Laxman
visiting the station?

Well, we work very closely with
many scientific departments,

but I can't recall ever
receiving a delegation

from the Botanic Gardens.

But you're welcome to join
Miss Frazil for the tour.

(doorbell rings)

BLAKE: Bramford has been in operation
since shortly after the war.

Early work here helped Britain

take its rightful place

at the atomic table.

Keeping up with Uncle Sam.

And Uncle Joe.

Please put these on.

What is it?

Film badge dosimeter.

It's purely a precaution,
but safety is our priority.

What does it measure?

Cumulative radiation dose.

Should there be any exposure,
the film will darken.

But don't worry.

That won't happen.

DOROTHEA: Well,
that's put my mind at rest.

JOAN:
I suppose Morse told you.

I asked him not to say anything.

He gave me his word.

He kept it.

I told you not to look for me.

You're my daughter.

Of course I'm going
to look for you.

I didn't come here to row.

Good.

Nice place.

It's all right.

What're you doing for work?

A boutique in Leamington.

Oh, and what's this?
Afternoon off?

Half-day closing.

Who is he?

Why has there always got

to be a he?

Unless you've started
smoking Weights.

Is this what we raised you to?

Some bloke's fancy piece?

He's nice.

Married? Kids?

He's going to leave her.

That what he told you?

I thought that you said
you didn't come here for a row.

Come home.

(sighs)

BLAKE:
This building houses

our new fast breeder reactor,
Goldenrod.

It's due to join
the National Grid this weekend.

So who was he,
this Dr. Laxman?

He was a friend
of Professor Bagley.

Do you know him?

Bramford probably wouldn't have
existed without him.

Professor Bagley proved vital
to Britain's efforts

in developing its own
nuclear capability.

Before he lost his way,
of course.

How's that?

His wife was with him at Woomera
and the Montebello Islands

for the first British
nuclear tests.

Later, she developed

a particularly aggressive
leukemia.

And Bagley blamed himself.

When she died,

he recanted his admiration
for atomic energy.

Disavowed his achievements.

That's understandable,
in the circumstances.

Perhaps, but...

(sighs): You can't
disinvent the wheel.

Please.

BLAKE: Let me show
you the control room.

How's Mum?

Half out of her mind with worry.

You could've called, just to...
set her mind at rest.

I couldn't.

She'd have got around me.

Would that have been
the end of the world?

See?

That's why I had to go.

Ifl come home,

what then?

Back to the 9:00 to 5:00?

Tea in front of the telly?

The Saturday dates
with some nice boy

who won't try and put his hand
up my skirt?

Joan.“

Is-is that what you want me
to be?

The engagement party?

Uncle Charlie's blue jokes
at the wedding?

Two-up, two-down
on some new estate,

every house the same,
with a pram in the hall?

Why not?

We'd have been glad
of something like that,

your mother and me.

You're too young to remember,
but...

Our first two years
of married life

after I'd come back
from the war,

we lived with your nan
and granddad

over the ironmongers'.

Moved into the prefab,
we thought we'd won the pools.

I'm not you and mum.

And it's not your life,
it's mine.

(door opening)

I'm her father.

Ray.

(clears throat softly)

Pleased to meet you.

You want me to come back?

Take no notice,
he's just leaving.

I'm not done here.

Oh, I think you are, mate.

Is this really what you want?

Well.

You've made your bed.

(door closes)

(machinery humming)

And the radioactive material...

Is it safe?

BLAKE:
Perfectly.

There's more radioactivity

comes down the Thames
from Oxford

due to the hospitals

than comes out of Bramford.

Goldenrod is controlled
by a computer,

thus removing the risk
of human error.

The latest Joint Computing Nexus
model.

Presumably there's a human
failsafe, beyond the computer.

Dr. Levin, this is Miss Frazil
of the Oxford Mail

and, uh, Detective Constable
Morse of the City Police.

I'm been giving them a tour
of the facility.

Perhaps you could allay
their fears.

Of course, of course...
Well, uh, well, naturally,

we do retain a human failsafe,

based on the, uh,
the SCRAM system.

(alarm sounding)

BLAKE: Don't be alarmed,
it's just a test.

Well, I have a few questions

about Goldenrod's contribution
to the arms race, Mr. Blake.

I'm sure Morse will excuse us.

Oh, Dr. Levin will be happy
to answer

any further questions
you may have.

And if you could dig out
those visitors' books,

I'd appreciate it.

Of course.

As Miss Frazil said,
we've nothing to hide.

(alarm stops, bell rings)

(whistling)

Hello, Ray.

(grunts)

Now look, mate.

I'm not your mate... get up!

I'll have the bloody law on you.

I am the law.

Detective Inspector
Fred Th u rsday.

5-8-9, Lima, Foxtrot, Tango.

In five minutes,

I'll know everything there is
to know about you,

from your home address
to your inside leg.

Yeah, I'll report you!

No, you won't!

You come near her again,
I'll fit you up for a nonse

and have you in chokey so fast,
you'll wonder what's hit you.

You can't do that.

Watch me.

(throws punch)

(coughing)

I met your wife the other day.

Regarding a Matthew Laxman.

Yes, yes, she said.

But I'm-I'm sure she told you

we've, uh, we've not been
in England that long.

And how are you finding it?

There's a lot of
misunderstanding

amongst the public

when it comes to atomic energy.

On the one hand,

the plant has turned Bramford
into a bit of a boomtown.

On the other,
a cow's milk turns bad,

or a bad harvest...

The plant gets the blame.

Oh, it's just ignorance.

So you wouldn't call Professor
Bagley ignorant, presumably.

You know Donald?

Yes, I've met him... do you?

Sure, sure.

Prometheus Unbound was required
reading for any physics major.

He's been a hero to me
for as long as I can recall.

I saw him whenever I came
to England.

In fact, I wouldn't be here
without him.

How's that?

Oh, he gave me a reference.

The name Donald Bagley
still opens doors at Bramford.

(inhales)

When were you in England?

You said you visited
Professor Bagley.

Yeah, uh, winter of '59,
uh, fall of '62,

and again in '65.

Fall '62... September?

It's just, earlier,
you said that you...

Oh, uh, I was talking
about Ros and me.

As husband and wife.

We weren't in England then.

So you could have been here
when Laxman disappeared.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

I'd, I'd have to check my diary,
but, uh...

Like I said,
I never met the guy.

Huh.

BAGLEY: I'm going
away at the weekend.

Might not be back for some time.

I wonder, could I leave
one or two things with you,

for safekeeping?

Of course.

Is everything all right, Donald?

Oh, yes.

It Will be.

ENDEAVOUR:
Just drop me here.

DOROTHEA:
Are you sure?

Oh, I need some fresh air.

All well?

You seem a little out of sorts.

My flat was burgled.

Bad luck.

Maybe.

Or maybe someone's trying
to tell me something.

Like what?

Go west, young man.

Or south.

London, maybe.

A man might lose himself there.

You want to be lost?

Well, might as well
make it official.

(sighs)

There's a job in the offing.

What's this?

Girl trouble?

I haven't got a girl.

Maybe that's the trouble.

Thanks.

(metal tinkling)

Why didn't you say that
Dr. Laxman had come here?

I got enough trouble without
being tied up in all that.

They want me gone, don't they?

Who?

The power station people.

They want me gone
so they can flood all this

and turn it into a reservoir.

Well, I won't go.

And they can't make me.

Well, what did he want,
Dr. Laxman?

I can't remember.

Something to do with the Bram,
maybe,

the stream that runs
through the valley?

So why did he end up with
a tarot card in his pocket?

I did a reading for him
and he took it.

That doesn't sound a
particularly nice thing to do.

He wasn't nice.

So what, he just did it
out of mischief?

Or spite.

Perhaps he didn't like
what the cards had to say.

Maybe he spoiled the pack

because he thought
he could change his future.

Why, what did they predict?

That a woman would
bring him to ruin.

I could do a reading for you,
if you like.

Oh, no, you're all right...
Thank you.

You came here seeking answers,
didn't you?

Now, first, you must ask
a question of the cards.

Will I find out what happened
to Dr. Laxman?

The first card stands
for yourself.

(snorts)

No, it's not a bad card.

Ruled by Uranus,

the Fool is a symbol
of the soul's journey.

It stands for change.

What can you tell me
about Bramford Mere?

There are things in the world
older than you know.

We come and go,
but the land endures.

Behind you...

Oh, the Lovers inverted.

You've been unlucky in love.

Who hasn't?

There's a maize field
about a mile east of here.

Who does it belong to?

Zebulon Sadler...
He lives down the lane.

Now, before you...

Judgment.

The heart of the matter...

The Tower struck down.

Crossed by...

Don't tell me.

I'm going on a long journey.

By sea perhaps.

Where I'll meet
a tall, dark stranger.

Your question will find
its answer, but it may not be

the one you seek.

And for Capricorns,
tomorrow will be Saturday.

Thank you for your time.

You are going on a journey.

Death waits at the end.

But not for you.

Mr. Sadler?

(birds chirping, sheep bleating)

SADLER: One of my boys saw
it early Sunday morning.

We towed it back to the barn
with the tractor.

We were going
to sell the parts off.

And then the balloon went up.

It was his, wasn't it?

Dr. Laxman's.

So you put it in the barn,

covered it in tarpaulin, and
it's been there ever since.

SADLER: Well,
we didn't want people thinking

that we had anything to do
with what happened to him.

We just found the car.

What's that when it's at home?

"Meter Survey Radiac No. 2."

Geiger counter.

What, for radiation and whatnot?

And whatnot, yes.

And this.

ENDEAVOUR: There's a
scarecrow in your field

wearing Dr. Laxman's jacket.

That's what 1 came
to see you about.

Care to explain?

I don't know anything
about that.

It wasn't in his car?

No.

I don't know where it came from.

Well, I think we'd best carry
this on down the station.

Sergeant.

Oh, and there was this.

It's a film badge dosimeter.

From Laxman's jacket.

I went to Leamington.

You should have said something.

What could I have said?

That you'd seen her.

That she was all right.

It wasn't my place.
It wasn't your place

to go looking for her,
but you still did, didn't you?

(scoffs)

Well.

Maybe we both had a wasted trip.

I found this
in Laxman's glovebox.

THURSDAY:
The Grange.

That's Dr. Berger's
address.

He was away that weekend,
wasn't he?

You'd better go
and find out what's what.

I've only got Tristan
by way of male company,

and he's my brother.

So we had lunch.

You knew he was married?
No.

No, not then.

I think he mentioned it
the second time I saw him.

But he and his wife weren't
happy with each other.

She'd found somebody else.

Anyway I'd told him
I usually go to the cinema,

so we went together.

I let him kiss me,

and we arranged to meet again
the following Friday.

Here?

That's right.

Tristan was away for the weekend
at a symposium.

I offered to cook supper.

Why on earth didn't you
mention this before?

People talk.

Especially in Bramford.

So he came then?
Yes.

We ate, and he must
have left about 10:00.

That night?

(voice breaking):
On Saturday morning.

So all of that business about
seeing his car on the Friday,

what was that?

I saw it early
on the Sunday morning

when I went to pick up Tristan
from the station.

(birds chirping, child talking)

Friend of Miss Berger's, is it?

I'm sorry?

What's your business up here?

Police business.

Yours?

I saw the car.

Seth Chattox.

I'm just down the lane a ways.

I keep an eye out for her
if Dr. Berger's working late.

Is that right?

Have you known them long?

Oh, ever since they moved here.

Eight years ago now, I think.

Was it you I saw with another
fella on the road

by the lower pasture
the other day?

He had a hat on.

Yes, that's right.

What were you doing there?

There was a sighting of a car,
went missing five years ago.

It belonged to
a Dr. Matthew Laxman.

I don't suppose you saw it.

No.

Can't say as I did.

Is that what all the police
are doing down by the mere?

Looking for him?

Yes, that's right.

Well, good luck with it.

Away, Kip.

11:00 a.m., eighth floor,
Tintagel House.

Thank you, sir.

Look forward to meeting you.

Thank you.

Oh!

Fetched you a rabbit, Gammer.

Oh, put it in the kitchen.

There's tea in the pot.

Aye.

I saw that copper
you said about.

Morse.
Where's this?

By the Grange.

You want to keep clear
of the Bergers.

Him and her both.

There's nothing for
the likes of us up there.

Hear me?

I'll chop you some logs.

I'm afraid I've no idea
what Matthew would have wanted

with a Geiger counter.

Really?

He never discussed it with you?

He never mentioned
the power station?

He wouldn't have.

He knew better.

Having been midwife
to the devil,

Bramford's rather
a sore point with me.

Progress, sir.

Oh, yes?

You think so?

Well, I suppose I did too.

Can 1 offer you a sherry?

No, thank you, sir.

That's all I came to ask.

I best get home.

Are you married, Inspector?

Yes, sir... 26 years.

Oh, same as Anne and me.

Well, goodnight then, sir.

Goodnight.

Home.

Fred.

Joan's rang.

She's all right.

She said she's fine

and she's settled and
everything's all right.

She didn't say where,

and I didn't ask
about coming home,

'cause I didn't want to push it,

but she said she'd
ring again next week.

That's a relief, eh?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's, uh...
yeah.

I'm going to have
a Mackesons to celebrate.

(knock on door)

ENDEAVOUR:
Evening, sir.

I wonder if you had a moment.

It's about my sergeant's exam.

I've been thinking about
what you said.

About me leaving Oxford.

You're right.

There's nothing to keep me here.

No family.

I've been offered
to join a new unit.

In London.

It means rank.

Well...

It goes without saying
we should miss your abilities.

But you must do
what you think right.

For an officer of your talent
to remain a detective constable

would be a waste of material.

Believe me, Morse,
I've seen it all too often.

Better men passed over
in favor of mediocrity

because they weren't clubbable.

So you think I should take it?

That's a matter
entirely for you.

You'll forgive the presumption,

you're a man, I think,
more used to putting

the concerns of others
before himself.

Perhaps, in this instance,
you should consider

what's in your own
best interest.

Hello.

Do you want to come in?

Yeah.

It's not how I imagined.

Where is he?

Where is he?!

No, it wasn't his fault.

It was me.
Don't say that.

Morse, please, it was me.

I provoked him.

He's, um, given me a couple of
weeks to get out of the flat.

You should go home.

I can't.

Of course you can.

I can't.

I've made such a mess.

I don't know what to do.

Marry me.

(sighs)

Morse, I...

I don't want your pity.

Never mind what Dad would say.

(exhales)

(clears throat)

I've been offered a job
in London.

The Met... uh, Tintagel House.

Got to meet a detective
inspector over there on Monday,

but it's just a formality.

London?

How did Dad take it?

I'll drop him a line.

Well, if you're...

if you're not going to go
home...

Just take this.

No, I can't take all that.

You might need it.

Please, just take it.

(sighs)

You'll get it back.

(phone rings)

It could be work.

It wouldn't be anything else.

Morse.

STRANGE (on phone):
Evening, matey.

It's Jim.

There has been a development.

Can you just wait a minute?

Where are you going?

To get my things.

You're not going back to him?

The Met?

Save a world for me.

(door opens and closes)

Morse?

STRANGE:
That badge you found?

The dosimeter?

We've had it developed.

The lab says it's been exposed
to a high dose of radiation.

Did Laxman go
to the power station?

The director of operations
said no.

All right, Mr. Sadler.

Tell them the same
as you told me.

About the coat.

I got it off Seth Chattox,
didn't I?

Why didn't you say so
in the first place?

I didn't want to get him
into trouble.

But if it's this dead fella's
jacket,

well that's different, isn't it?

I ain't going to get done for
murder on nobody's account.

ENDEAVOUR:
Where?

Where was this?

Down Bra mford Mere

by the water there.

(Geiger counter crackling)

(ominous bird sounds
in distance)

(banging, chanting)

(Geiger counter crackling)

(crackling intensifies)

Start digging here.

(crackling grows even louder)

THURSDAY: Looks like
we've found Dr. Laxman.

STRANGE:
What the bloody hell's this now?

It's the autumnal equinox.

TREWLOVE: They've asked if they
can come and observe the sunrise.

THURSDAY:
Just keep them away from here.

We'll go and have a talk
with this shepherd.

May their union be fruitful,
ensure a bounteous harvest,

and bless us
with all good things

throughout the coming year.

(all humming)

(electricity hums)

Sergeant?

THURSDAY: What were you
doing with Laxman's jacket?

I found it.

Under a hedge up by woods,
by the Americans' cottage.

So why didn't
you report it at the time?

I find all sorts up the woods.

I didn't know anyone was
missing when I picked it up.

No I-I'd have kept it
for myself only it was...

didn't fit,
it was too small for me.

I was after taking up
the church jumble,

only I run into Zebulon
and he thought it'd might do

for Old Job, his scarecrow.

THURSDAY:
Where did you find Sadler?

Oh didn't he say?
By Bramford Mere.

THURSDAY:
And what were you doing there

that time in the morning?

I was after a ewe
that got loose.

They like it down the mere
for the clover,

only you got to watch 'em
with it.

Don't do 'em no good.
Was she down there?

The ewe?

No.

We must've missed
the bugger in the dark.

By the time we got
to the top field,

there she was.

Innocent as you please.

(humming tune)

THURSDAY:
Is it him?

Oh, certainly.

I could recite his dental
records from memory.

It's Matthew Laxman,
no question.

THURSDAY Cause?

MAX:
There's a wound to the skull,

not unlike that on the other one
you pulled out of the bog.

Now, at some point,

he was exposed to a fairly
large close of radiation.

Enough to be fatal?

Enough that I'll be ordering him
a lead-lined coffin.

The ground readings
are abnormally high.

(playing traditional folk music)

THURSDAY:
Mrs. Levin.

City Police.

We were hoping to have
a word with your husband.

Oh, you missed him.

They went to the plant
about an hour ago.

They?

A white-haired gentleman
and a tall man with a beard.

Jon said they were colleagues.

(klaxon blaring)

Very early
for the emergency drill.

(klaxon blaring)

(klaxon continues)

Has Dr. Levin checked in?

OFFICER:
About an hour ago.

ENDEAVOUR:
Who was in the car with him?

A Professor Bagley
and a Dr. Warren,

the professor's colleagues.
Where's Mr. Blake?

He's in the control room.
This is a drill.

This isn't a drill,
it's for real.

Open the gate.
I can't let you through, sir.

I'm not asking,

I'm ordering.

This could be sabotage.

Now what's it to be?

Right, sir.

Lend us your sidearm.

Help with the evacuation.
Good work, Sergeant.

(different klaxon bla res)

WARREN:
And the second angel sounded,

and as though it were a great
mountain burning with fire,

it was cast into the sea:

and the third part of the sea
became blood.

BLAKE: Please,
think about what you're doing.

Believe me, Blake, I've thought
of nothing else for years.

Don, please.

You're a physicist.

Physics.

Science.

We're just children
playing with matches.

And for what?

To find more efficient ways

of turning our fellow
human beings into ash?

That's what this is
really about, huh?

Don, please.

Goldenrod, harvesting plutonium.

Professor Bagley?

It's Detective Constable Morse.

I'm unarmed, I'm unarmed.

Put your weapon down.

He's trying to purge
the cooling ponds.

Tell him why.

There was a leak.

Six years ago.

Tell him.

Tell him!

A leak of radioactive material

from the cooling ponds
at Bramford A,

where spent uranium rods
were stored.

So what happened?

Human error.

Instead of drawing water,

hundreds of thousands of gallons
were purged from the ponds.

And entered the groundwater.

And he's doing
the same thing now.

BAGLEY: They tried to hush it
up, of course.

But Matthew Laxman

had been monitoring the area
around Bramford for years.

He threatened the status quo,

so he had to be silenced.

They buried the truth
about that leak,

but they won't bury this one.

You're wrong... Laxman wasn't
killed by anyone here.

He's lying,
Donald; they're all liars. No.

Then who?
I don't know.

But I want justice for Laxman

just as much as you do.

JON: Please,
just think about what you're doing.

This is justice for Matt.
No, it's not!

I was with him the day he went missing.
Professor, it's not.

He went down to the mere to take
readings... Put your weapon down.

And said he'd pick me up later.

But he never made it back.

All right.

Because these bastards
killed him.

And you're protecting them.

But we will have justice.

An eye for an eye.

Don't try anything.

You watched your wife die,
Professor.

You really mean
to poison the land

and condemn hundreds,
maybe thousands,

to the same fate?

Don't listen to him, Donald.

The world will take
what happens here as a warning,

and step back from the brink.

Maybe.

But people will still die.

Old, young,
men, women, and children.

All of them loved by someone.

Same as you loved your wife.

Same as I love mine.

I'd like to go home to her
right now, if I'm honest.

Walk away and leave you to it.

But I can't.

So...

If you really want
to go through with it...

you're going to have
to shoot me.

I'll do it.

Maybe.

But I'm hoping
you're the Donald Bagley

who had dedicated the last
20 years of his life to peace.

I'm sorry.

Levin, can you stop it?

BLAKE:
Get away from there, Doctor!

WARREN:
Judas.

I believed in you.

You think I've come this far?

I'm the failsafe.

Remember?

Shoot me...

Everybody dies.

(alarm starts and stops)

(hissing bursts)

(alarm beeping faintly)

Stop... stop.

Out of my way.

You're done.

Now, we all walk out of here
nice and quietly.

(muted explosion,
high-pitched ringing)

(pounding and traditional music
playing)

(muted barking,
high-pitched ringing)

(voices echoing,
slowly becoming clearer)

BLAKE:
The country owes you a debt.

If the reactor had gone into...
(barking continues)

Sergeant! Can't you keep
that animal quiet?

THURSDAY:
Oh, it's all right, sir.

He's a bit like our chief
superintendent, I expect.

Bark worse than his bite.

Sir.

Right.

Back to the nick?

Morse?

(klaxon fades)

Can I take a look at your crook,
please, Mr. Chattox?

First time I met you,
your dog was chewing this.

Well, it's a habit.

I've tried to break him of it,
but...

We pulled a pair of spectacles
from Bramford Mere

chewed the same way.

Dr. Laxman's glasses.

Is that right?

You were in love
with Selina Berger.

Minute I saw her.

She'd come up
ahead of her brother,

to get the place ready for him,
and...

Well, she seemed lonely.

A man gets an idea.

I mean, she had her brother.

But a brother's not a husband,
is it, so...

I asked her to marry me.

And she turned you down.

It was her right.

ENDEAVOUR: But she didn't
turn down Matthew Laxman.

You were jealous.

Not like that.

Ijust wanted her to be happy,
but...

Laxman was a wrong 'un,
I could see that from the off.

And she deserved better.

You thought she deserved you.

Oh, well, I would have
looked after her.

THURSDAY:
I don't doubt it.

SETH: Quick with a
backhander, he was.

But that's not a man.

Not to my way of thinking.

So you came across his car,

after he'd been
run off the road.

Because that's the way
you take your sheep

to the top field.

SETH:
I offered to help him, too.

I went to get my car
to tow him out.

By the time I got back,
he was still wild

about being run off the road
by the plant truck.

Effing and Jeffing he was.

Starts trying to tell me
how to tie a bowline.

How I was doing it all wrong.

Me.

I said, "I don't need no advice
from you on tying knots."

He said, "That's not
what I heard."

I said to him, I said,
"What's that supposed to mean?"

And he said,
"I'll tell you this...

You don't know
what you're missing."

One punch.

That's all it was, just one.

So you buried his body
at Bramford Mere.

Ifl hadn't gone to help him,
he'd still be alive.

Turn of the year.

I don't suppose

you'd give me a minute to do for
Kip, would you?

He won't understand
not seeing me.

Hey.

We'll look to it.

(uncocks shotgun)

Hard.

To leave the land.

(dog barks)

(rifle fires)

Better to die under an open sky
than prison.

Some men aren't born for walls.

Joan rang.

I think that's all
her mother wanted, really.

Just to hear her voice.

Know she was all right.

No, thanks.

I'll see you Monday, then.

Monday, Morse.

Handshakes are for goodbye.

BRIGHT: "A small fire in a
storage area was quickly contained

"by Bramford's own fire brigade,

"with the site suffering
only the most minor damage.

"No members of staff
were injured,

and there was never at any time
a danger to the public."

And they all lived happily
ever after.

It's in the Mail, Thursday.

I hope you wouldn't gainsay
Miss Frazil.

More than my life's worth, sir.

There was one more thing.

I have today received a letter.

(phone rings)

Morse.

It was a bad fall.

Will she be all right?

DOCTOR: Well, we've given her
something to help her sleep.

That's all.

Just one of those things.

Mother Nature.

Still, she's young, and fit.

Give it a month or two.

I'm sure you'll be able
to try again.

Better luck next time, hmm?

(door closes)

BRIGHT: ”Dear Chief
Superintendent Bright,

"I am instructed to inform you
that Her Majesty the Queen

"has graciously approved
the award of the George Medal

"to our trusted and
wen-beloved subject

"Detective Chief Inspector
Frederick Albert Thursday

"for special services
in defense of the realm.

"Given the circumstances,
details pertaining to the award

"will be neither cited
in the Gazette

"nor entered
into the public record.

"I am further instructed
to inform you

"that Her Majesty the Queen
has also graciously approved

"the award of the George Medal

"to our trusted well-beloved
subject

"Detective Sergeant
Endeavour Morse

for special services in defense
of the realm."