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(Woman screams)

(Piano plays)

TV: ..getting out of the team bus.

Looking over the England squad...

I want a bit of positivity from you this time.

- Sixpence?
- England score first.

(Buzz of chatter)

(Girls singing Kyrie Eleison)

(Laughter)

J‘ Kyrie Eleison

(Thunder rumbles)

(Whiplash, man choking)

(Bell rings)

Thank you. Closing time.

- Come on.
- Please make your way towards the exit.

WOMAN: Hurry up, girls.

All right, Sophie.

- Up a bit.
- (Static interference on TV)

Up a bit more.

Left a bit.

Oh, there, there! That's pen‘ect, keep it like that.

lfyou think I'm standing like this forthe
game, you've anotherthing coming.

Don't be like that. I'd ask your mum
but she's down the shop.

(Door bell rings)

Aw, do...

Sam, get overthere, will you?

Saturday afternoon? Someone's keen.

Miss Thursday. l was looking for your father.

I thought you were a bit early for a date.

Good er...match?

0-0 so far.

The refs sent off Rattin, mind.

Has he?

The Argentine skipper.

Yeah.

Poor old Rattin.

When it comes to talking football with you,
I might as well show a dog the three-card trick.

Victim is Adrian Weiss, sir.

Aged 69.

Address in North Oxford.

Body was found by the museum attendant,
Terence Black,

post-grad at Wolsey College,
working here for the summer.

He was going round making sure
nobody had missed the closing bell.

Weapon's over there,
taken from one ofthe display cabinets.

It's a katar.

An Indian dagger.

Dr DeBryn, what have we got?

Blood - lots of it.

A deep single slash across the throat,

right to left, trachea sliced through.

Carotid artery severed,

rapid exsanguination,

leading to unconsciousness,
cardio-vascular collapse

and death within a matter of minutes.

No one saw or heard anything?

No, sir. Very few visitors,
what with the football on telly.

And halfthe museum's under sheets
while they recatalogue.

But we do have a possible motive.

Robbery.

His wallet's been cleaned out.

The guv'nor and me will take his house.

You make a start with any entries
in the visitors' book.

Odd choice of weapon, don't you think?

A katar's a stabbing blade rather than slashing.

Designed to punch through armour.

It seems to have done the job.

You didn't notice anyone unusual?

I had half an ear on the wireless.

The football.

Mr Weiss wasn't a regular visitor, then?

I don't know.

Sorry, I only started at the beginning
ofthe long vac.

You're a post-grad, is that right?

Yes, Economics at Wolsey.

One's only allowed to take eight hours a week
paid work in term time.

A lengthy engagement like this
is something of a godsend,

a chance to replenish the coffers.

Something at which the Cardinal himself
proved rather adept.

Wolsey.

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.

Not bad for a butcher's son.

Who's this? "Miss Danby and party"?

Oh, er...

A school visit.

But we're not in term time.

Summer boarders.

Blythe Mount School for Girls at Slepe.

It's a village, S-L-E-P-E.

- Out beyond Carterton.
- (Be/l rings)

Afternoon, miss.

Detective Inspector Thursday.

Would I be right in thinking
that a Mr Adrian Weiss lives at this address?

Yes, my uncle. Why?

Might I come in for a few minutes, miss?

Thanks for the lift.

lndian country, matey. lf County police find
a City boy like you poking around,

they'll have your for breakfast.

l've er...been meaning to ask.

I've got this date.

The thing is...

l was wondering if you'd make up a four.

She's bringing a friend.
Good-looker, apparently.

Says she doesn't trust herself with me
on her own. I'd do the same for you.

Let me know when you want picking up.

All right.

Can you think of anyone
who bore him any ill-will?

What was his line, miss?

Erm...

Uncle Adrian was called to the Bar in the '30s,

but after the war, he was appointed
Rouge Dragon pursuivant.

A junior officer at the College ofArms.

The heraldic authority.

Your uncle was retired, though?

Four years ago.

But he retained a great interest in his subject.

It was...

..his life.

These are young impressionable girls.

And I'd rather their minds weren't filled
with murder and bloodshed.

Actually, Miss Symes, I'm afraid I must insist.

One or more girls may have seen
something pertinent to our inquiries.

They're summer boarders, am I right?

Indeed.

These are girls who, for one reason or another,
are unable to spend the holiday at home.

- Must be hard forthem.
- l was a summer girl myself.

One gets used to it.

Petra. Petra Briers, Head Girl.

Are you really a policeman?

You.

I'd just like to ask you a few questions,

if you remember anything
about your visit to the museum.

Did anything strike you as odd?

Why? What's this all about?

Has someone been killed?

Is it a murder?

l was with Miss Danby most ofthe time.

Were there any other visitors you noticed?

I don't really care for museums.

I mean, they're all right for teacher's pets
and swots like Bunty Glossop.

But I'd far sooner be down a club.

Do you frequent many clubs?

All the time, in London.

Eel Pie, Crawdaddy, The Marquee...

Do you like the Stones?

It was boring.

We certainly didn't see anything interesting.
Just a lot of old museum stuff.

It broke the day, I suppose.

There was an old couple.

She was in a wheelchair and he wore glasses,

with one lens blacked out.

And a man with a gold watch in a hurry.

- I try not to.
- Why?

People think you're showing off?

It's not showing off, is it?

What I need to know, Miss Thengardi...

I didn't do anything.

No one's suggesting that you did.

Who's that?

That's Billy Karswell, the groundsman's son.

He has a somewhat enlivening effect
on some ofthe older girls.

Shelly Thengardi.

She seems a bit...

Prickly?

Shelly only joined us in the spring.

She's been expelled from half a dozen places
forfighting and general insolence.

But there's no real harm in her, she's just...

a difficult age.

And her surname, is that...lndian?

Yes, Mahratta blood in there somewhere.

The other girls tease her for it so she hits back.

And yourself, Miss Danby,
how long have you been at the school?

My second summer.
Before that, l was a year at St Enid's.

And you're sure you saw nothing untoward
at the museum?

No, as I said,
the girls held all of my attention throughout.

Macintoshes in July.

The joys ofan English summer, such as it is.

As well to be prepared, I suppose.
It looks as if it may rain again.

It may if it chooses, with no objections.

Contrariwise.

Tweedle-dee?

Bunty's rather taken with
Through The Looking Glass at the moment.

Thank you very much for your time, Miss Danby.

This is a very happy school.

I'm sure it is.

You shouldn't have come all this way.
I called for a patrol.

l fancied the run out. Big old place.

Anything doing?

Nothing much. You?

Sergent Jakes put the word out via the usual
channels, anyone suddenly flush.

Still think it was a robbery?

Till something convinces me othenivise,
it's all we've got.

Anyone else unusual in the visitors' book?

Mr and Mrs Gardinerfrom Kingsport,
Massachusetts, an American couple.

They're staying at the...

- Morse, are you all right?
- Yes, er...

Yeah.

That was the police up at the school,
Miss Danby said.

What'd they want, then?

There's been a murder in town.

This museum the girls went to.

That right?

Well, you mind you keep out oftheir way.

I ain't done nothing.

You know what I'm talking about.

That sort's never been nothing but trouble
for our sort.

Go and wash your hands for tea.

(Chatter and laughter)

I thought he was rather dishy.

- Petra?
- What, didn't you?

He could take down my particulars any time.

Oh, Detective Constable Morse,

what big blue eyes you have!

(Laughter)

Girls, Danby's coming up.

(Music off)

Lights out in 15 minutes.

l'm naming no names,
Philippa Collins-Davidson,

but you really oughtn't smoke,
it's an awful fire hazard in an old place like this.

Yes, miss.

I know this has been a difficult day,
but try not to think about it.

Miss Danby?

Yes, Bunty?

What if we see it again, miss?

You know as well as I do, there's no such thing.

- Stop trying to be the centre of attention.
- That's enough.

Now then, snuggle down,
we'll have no more talk ofthis.

- Good night, Miss Danby.
- Good night.

J‘ DVORAK: Songs My Mother Taught Me

Katar.

(Piano plays)

(Music intensifies)

(Gasps)

(Clock ticking)

(Thunder rumbles)

MRS GARDINER:
Where in the museum was this?

A gallery on the first floor.

No!

I'm afraid I don't do stairs so good.

Terrible thing to happen.

You're here on holiday, Mr Gardiner?

Our son, Lowell, he was stationed here
with the Air Force in the war.

We always wanted to see England.

Morse?

lfyou have a moment.

Would ou excuse me, Miss Weiss?

This lndian dagger.

Having examined it now at some length,

l'm ofa mind it's unlikely
to have been the murder weapon.

Its edges simply aren't sharp enough to inflict
that kind of wound, not at one sweep.

What would be?

A straight razor, perhaps,
one or two scalpels I can think of.

Ifthe blade was sharp enough,
even a kitchen knife would do.

Bunty was found frozen half to death
on the music room floor.

I heard Miss Danby tell Miss Symes.

What was she doing,
wandering about in the dark?

- You know what.
- Oh, rubbish.

If she says that, she's just a little liar.

You gave poor Miss Danby a dreadful fright,
you know.

What were you doing?

Erm...l... I don't remember, miss.

Are you sure ofthat?

I was a girl at Blythe, you know.

A long time ago.

And girls can make up rather silly stories,
don't you think?

There's been some mention made
of a fob watch, gold.

Your uncle was seen with it at the museum,
but it wasn't amongst his effects.

It was a present from the college
on his retirement.

Would someone really have...

..for something of so little value?

It's a possibility.

- He was a herald, I understand?
- It was his great passion.

Up until the end, he still undertook private work,
if the case held sufficient interest.

Such as?

People wanting a family crest,
or a coat of arms to hang over the fireplace.

Nothing too taxing, just enough to let him feel
he was still keeping his hand in.

Did he have an interest in curios -
antique weaponry, say?

Not that he ever mentioned to me.

According to our records,
the katar was part of a large bequest

made by the BIaise-Hamilton family in 1879.

The provenance suggests it was left to them
by a family friend killed at Cawnpore.

Any idea who they were...

the BIaise—Hamiltons?

Something to do with tea, I believe,
plantations in India.

Made a small fortune.

THURSDAY: Tea planters?

Apparently. Why?

Something else.

My old guv'nor down at Mile End, he used to
collect back numbers of Illustrated Police News.

There was nothing much to do on lates,

so I'd have a scrive through them.

BIaise-Hamilton.

The sort of name that sticks.

In what regard?

Well, it's years back, so don't hold me to it.

But I've got a feeling
it was something out this way...

..murder.

Sorry, I've had a good gander
but there's nothing in the case archive.

- Tried the County?
- Yeah, same. I'm onto the Yard now.

The Yard? What, Scotland Yard?

You.

BIaise-Hamilton.

Yes, I'll hold.

So, you're through, then.

England, 1-0. Hurst in the 78th.

Oh.

- You've got them in the sweep, haven't you?
- I believe so.

Don't get your hopes up,
they've got Portugal in the semis.

Eusebio banged in four yesterday.

Any word on Weiss's missing watch?

Handful of possibles. I'm meeting
with a couple of my snouts this evening.

You still on for what we talked about Saturday?
Mo's got us down for the pictures.

- / think we've found something.
- You do?

What date is on the file?

And when was this?

- July...
- That shouldn't be...

..1866.

I've been at the Mail a while, Morse,
but that's before even my time.

This predates the Mail.
You'll need to look in Jackson's Oxford Journal.

- Will I?
- Mm-hm.

You run me to earth here on a Sunday
to ask me about a 100-year-old case.

There's nothing in the City archive,
nor County, I checked.

All the Yard could come up with
was an empty file and that date.

There may be a connection with yesterday's
murder at the museum.

- I'll see what I can do.
- When...

..might that be?

What's so important?

Morse?

I can't quite put my finger on it.

Instinct.

But I've an oven/vhelming feeling of...

What?

..dread.

Hello.

Oh.

Just half a loaf and some cheese.

I'm not going to be here, so...

You shouldn't have.

Waste not, want not.

- Well, see you.
- Yeah. Thank you.

"According to witnesses,
the victim's body was found in a pool of blood."

- Eurgh. Adrian Weiss.
- "Veiss." It's pronounced "Veiss".

You'd know, I suppose.

Oh, look, the kraken awakes!

Fee-fi-fo-fum,
here comes Edwina and the beanstalk.

- Please don't.
- Or what?

Are you going to cry? Some of us are a little old
for things that go bump in the night.

You're perfectly horrid.

Why are you sticking up for her, piggywig?

Soon as Princess Maudie gets back,
Bunty will drop you like a cup of cold poison.

The only poison here is you.

If you don't like it, go back to Calcutta.

Gin fizz, Fish-nor.

Jaldi, jaldi!

(Laughs)

J‘ BARTOK: Bluebeard's Castle

"Shrive Hill House.

"On Friday 27th July,

a gruesome disco very of the dreadful murder
at Shrive Hill House,

at Slepe in the county of Oxon was made.

Detective Inspector Langley, famed for his part
in the investigation of the Bermondse y Horror,

arrived from Scotland Yard to guide the inquiry.

The five victims - three children,
the youngest but a babe in arms,

together with their nursemaid and governess,

were discovered on the 27th inst. at about six
in the evening, by Samuel Blaise-Hami/ton.

The Blaise-Hami/ton's eldest daughter
Charlotte, aged 11, survived the blood/etting,

though thus far she's been able to shed no light
on the identity of the person

or persons who visited such terrible violence
upon her siblings,

and the two faithful family servants. "

(Whispers) Petra!

Petra!

- Petra!
- (Groggily) What?

- What is it? What do you want?
- Bunty's gone.

Bunty's gone again.

(Piano playing)

I'm going to fetch Miss Symes.

(Screams)

You were right about
the BIaise-Hamilton murders.

Five murders, in fact, including three children.

Unsolved, so far as I can make out.

The thing is, it's the same place, sir.

What is?

Blythe Mount and Shrive Hill House,

the BIaise-Hamiltons' home
and this school for girls.

There's more to this than the theft of a wallet, sir.

Look.

"Save me." From what?

I don't know.

I found it in my coat pocket last night
after I left the school.

One ofthe girls must have slipped it in there.

Say it wasn't a robbery, say there is more to it.

Any motive for Adrian Weiss's murder
lies in the here and now.

His niece has put me in touch
with the College ofArms in London.

Maybe one of his ex-colleagues
can throw some light.

I'd be more inclined to look towards some
personal slight or professional jealousy at work.

Look lively.

Welcome to the College ofArms.

- Detective Inspector...?
- Thursday.

Cendree Wyvern Pursuivant.

It's a bit of a mouthful,
it just means a kind of herald.

Less formally, it's Robin Bulstrode.

My colleague, DC Morse.

Morse? Mm.

Argent between three pellets, a battle-axe gules.

The Morse escutcheon, Inspector.

- In Deo Non Armis fido.
- Hardly.

Oh, forgive me. Too long a herald.

Just the mere mention of a surname and I...

I must admit, your Thursday's got me foxed.

Please, do.

Regrettably, as I mentioned on the telephone,
Sir Hilary's on holiday.

But I'm not a bad second.

When did you last see him?

Adrian?

About a fortnight ago.
He came up to town for lunch.

- How did he seem?
- In excellent spirits.

Enjoying his retirement.

Anything on his mind troubling him?

No. No, nothing.

Did he ever talk to you about his work?

Actually, I do know lately he'd undertaken
a line of enquiry on behalf of some Americans.

- Concerning what, exactly?
- Their boy.

A tail-end charlie in a B-I7.

Bought the farm, as they say.
Quite late in the war.

Died here.

Any event,

in his last letter home, he announced, quite out
ofthe blue, that he was getting married.

Appears to have been a case of the erm...

Doing the right thing?

Just so.

No more than the girl's first name to go on.

It was just the sort of mystery
that appealed to Adrian.

BRIGHT: Quite a weekend Thursday.

- Yes, sir.
- Anything in this American connection?

We'll want to talk to Mr and Mrs Gardiner again.

According to the Randolph, they're in Stratford.
Should be back this afternoon.

I see.

There's a possible link to a girls' school.

A party of eight from there were at the museum
when Mr Weiss was killed, sir.

There was a weapon left at the scene, sir,

an antique dagger bequeathed in 1879
by a family called BIaise-Hamilton.

In 1866, three oftheir children, together with
a governess were killed at Shrive Hill House...

Which touches on the school trip
in what regard?

The BIaise-Hamiltons' home, Shrive Hill House,
is nowthe Blythe Mount School for Girls, Slepe.

Slepe, you say?

That's extraordinary.

Just come offthe teleprinter not an hour since,
a request from County.

One ofthe girls at the school
absconded in the night.

Bunty Glossop.

Oh, it's you, is it?

What's this, then, you run out of crosswords?

DI Church, sir, and his bagman, DS Bruce.

I was under Mr Church
whilst on light duties at County.

DI Thursday. Fred.

Bit off your beat, ain't you, a pair of City boys?

Miss Symes tells me you were
the last person to see Bunty Glossop, right?

No, not exactly.

Edwina woke me and there was music playing.

But Bunty was already gone from her bed.

What sort of music?

The piano.

A Chopin nocturne.

So we went to look for her.

- You and Edwina.
- Yes.

You wouldn't happen to know which nocturne,
by any chance?

No.1, I think. B flat minor.

Would anyone in the school be able
to play the piano to such a standard?

Of all the summer girls, only Shelly, I suppose.

And she was still in bed when we went looking.

- Why play piano in the middle ofthe night?
- Prank?

I don't think so. If it was a prank, where's Bunty?

She struck me as rather a bright girl.

Not every 13-year-old can offer an apt
Lewis Carroll quote from memory.

Yes, perhaps our brightest.

Would you recognise her handwriting?

What I want you to do...

is write this down.

As it appears, in capitals.

Say er...20 times?

Er...as quick as they can.

Your boy's not backward in coming fonivard.

Morse?

Keen as mustard, smart too.

Queer old place this, ain't it?

Between you and me,

the staff seem as batty as the pupils.

Different in term time, I expect.

400 girls, 50-odd staff.

- Only now...
- Yeah, Marie Celeste.

I wouldn't spend the summer here.

Just the nine ofthem,
rattling around Iilke peas in a drum?

Only eight now, of course.

What about her parents?

Her father's overseas with the Foreign Office,
in Kenya.

And her mother?

She died abroad quite suddenly,

not long after Bunty came to Blythe Mount,

which is why, I imagine, she summers here.

I've been meaning to ask. Last Saturday, when
the girls were at the museum, where were you?

Here. I had a motor accident last week
and driving is presently impossible.

You're familiar with the history ofthis place?

Well, every house has its secrets.

Do the girls know what happened here?

Fragments, perhaps.

I mean the BIaise-Hamilton case.

The legend is as old as the school,

handed down from one generation to the next.

I knew it in my time, and the girls, no doubt,
have learnt it in theirs.

Learned what, exactly?

How Bloody Charlotte walks the halls
in the dead of night,

looking for those girls foolish enough
to wander alone after lights out.

"Here comes a candle to light you to bed..."

She's dead.

Don't say that.

You mustn't say that.

(Door opens)

I'm sorry, it isn't Bunty's handwriting.

And there's no match with the other girls.

Well, somebody wrote it and slipped it
into my coat pocket, Miss Danby.

Who's this other girl with Bunty?

Her bosom companion, Maud Ashenden.

She went home to her parents
at the end of term.

Might Bunty have struck out for Maud's,
hoping to see her?

The Peloponnese would test even her abilities.
The family's on a sailing holiday, I believe.

You like her?

Bunty?

You.

She's quick, personable.

A prospect for Lady Matilda's
if boys don't get in the way.

Whose bed's this?

Shelly's. Shelly Thengardi.

Is she friends with Bunty?

Shelly's not friends with anyone.

Did Bunty strike you as the sort of girl
that might just run away?

She was unhappy.

Missing Maud, I think, her protector.

Some ofthe older girls
can rag on the younger ones.

Who can say?

Young girls don't just disappear into thin air,
Miss Danby.

If she's not here, it's because she chose
not to be, or because somebody took her.

There's no other explanation.

You can say that, of course you can.

You haven't seen what I have seen.

What were you doing?

It's a part ofthe school that isn't used.
It's out of bounds, in fact.

It isn't safe, there's dry rot.

Some ofthe older girls...

I was worried in case they were using it
as a smoking den.

I'm sorry.

- I can't, I won't.
- Miss Danby...

I know what I saw.

It was as real to me then as you are now.

Maybe you should go downstairs.

Please...don't go up there.

It's all right, really.

(Wings fluttering)

(Door creaks)

(Door creaks)

(Wings fluttering)

I felt it at first.

A...presence.

And I knew I was not alone.

/ turned around...

(Music box plays nocturne)

/ didn't want to, but / knew / had to.

And that's when I saw it.

What did you see?

(Floorboards creaking)

Aargh!

(Groans)

Are you all right?

Let's get you out of here.

It was an easy mistake to make.

You caught a reflection ofthe painting
in the mirror.

- It's not what I saw.
- A spook?

A child.

- Could it have been Bunty Glossop?
- No, sir, she was too small for Bunty.

Are you sure?

It was dark, I didn't see her face.

Maybe she didn't have one.

If Morse says he saw a child,
you can take him at his word.

Yeah, well...

whatever he saw, it's not here now.

Hospital?

No, it's just cuts and scrapes.
I'll be glad of a change, though.

I'll drop you home, then.

The "Save me" note.

Miss Danby says it's not Bunty Glossop's writing,

but I'm convinced she stuck it in my coat pocket.

And I just found this in her dorm room.

- Plighted Cunning.
- An account ofthe BIaise-Hamilton murders.

You rememberthe head girl, Petra, said
she woke to the sound of a Chopin nocturne

playing in the piano room?

According to this,
when the police arrived in 1866,

the same nocturne was playing on a music box.

Someone playing silly buggers?

I think someone's trying to recreate the...

..ritual, if you like,
ofthose past murders here in the present.

- But why?
- I don't know.

But Weiss's murder and the disappearance of
Bunty Glossop are connected, I'm sure of it.

Should I ask?

Mind ifl come in?

That'll need darning.

- Burning, more like.
- You're being paid too much.

Hardly.

Let me.

This is going to sting a bit.

I've been meaning to say thank you,

for the meals and whatnot.

I told you.

You need feeding up.

To that end, would you...

want to have dinner with me?

Sure.

Tomorrow?

This evening? Thank you, yes.
I'll see you then, Mr Fitzowen.

OK, thank you.

Thank you.

(Exhales)

Aye-aye, as I live and breathe.

If it isn't World Cup Willie.

So what's it all about, then?

I got a mate over at County
who says you saw something today.

A girl...in Victorian clothes.

Was this before or after you fell on your nut?

Meanwhile, back in the world of real policing,
I got a lead on Weiss's gold watch.

Do you want to go halves on a stakeout?

Tonight? Oh, I can't.

Just thought you might want to get your name
on the charge sheet.

When they're giving out medals,
don't say I didn't ask.

- (Knock at door)
- Sir?

Remember that book I found
on the BIaise-Hamilton murders?

I spoke to the author. It turns out Weiss had
been in contact shortly before his death.

- I think we should hear what he's got to say.
- Yeah.

After we've spoken to the Gardiners, of course.

MRS GARDINER:
That was the man you were talking about?

We'd no idea! To us, he was just a name.

A Mr Weiss of Select Genealogical Services Ltd,
Oxford, England.

We were due to meet him
at the end ofthe week.

May I ask why you took so long to begin
your search for a possible grandchild?

When we were notified our boy had died,

we took it hard.

Lowell didn't come till late.

He was our only.

But so far as we knew,
the marriage he wrote of never took place.

He said he had some other big news, but...

..that would have to wait for his next letter.

Only that letter never came.

No.

I guess...

the older we got...

..we just wanted to find out
ifthere was a piece of our boy

still walking and talking
somewhere on God's good earth.

- But you just had a name?
- Caroline.

I know he meant to do right by her, he just...

..never got the chance.

We'd no mind to go causing trouble,

or bustling in on someone's life unwanted.

No, for all we know, that girl may have found
a good man to take her and the child on both,

to give them a name
and a decent Christian raising.

We just wanted to find out.

It's important to know these things
when you get to our age.

- They've gone.
- There's nothing more they can do.

They're leaving a man on the gate.

You knew Adrian Weiss, Mr Fitzowen?

I wouldn't say that.

He wrote to me some months ago asking for any
information I may have on the BIaise-Hamiltons.

I referred him to my book, now sadly out of print.

- You never met him?
- No, I read of his murder in the Mail, of course.

And naturally, I've been following news
ofthis girl's disappearance.

Where were you on Saturday afternoon,
just for the record?

In the Eagle, for the most part.

Most certainly not in the museum,
cutting anyone's throat.

Can anyone vouch for you?

The landlord, I should imagine.

And my fellow reprobates.

Interesting all this should be happening now,

this Wednesday marking the centenary
ofthe murders.

If you'd like to take a seat,

I've taken the liberty...

A magic lantern show.

I believe it may prove instructive.

The talk at the time suggested Mrs
BIaise-Hamilton may've been the perpertrator.

But since she was long afflicted with a nervous
malady and confined to her bed,

that was quickly discounted.

These are official police photographs.
How'd you come by them?

There's a lively trade in such material, Inspector.

Amongst connoisseurs ofthe macabre.

The case was originally
under the control of a County officer,

Superintendent Edgeton -
a good man but out of his depth.

Publicfeeling was running high.
There was a demand for quick justice.

The Yard sent Detective Inspector Langley
and Detective Constable Cuff

to take over the investigations.

Their enquiries soon led to Joseph O'Connell,

originally of County Wicklow
and a well-known local poacher.

It was given under oath at the inquest
by the family gamekeeper,

Benjamin Pickstock and his son Robert,

that O'Connell had been sworn to be revenged
on BIaise—Hamilton...

..for a just flogging received at his hand.

We found no record ofthe trial.

Norwill you.

Before the police could take him, he was found
with his throat laid open from ear to ear

by his own hand,

thus avoiding the noose
which surely awaited him.

Was he guilty?

Bearing the surname Fitzowen,
I can testify to this.

When in doubt, blame the Irish.

But Inspector Langley didn't believe so,
and those doubts cost him his job.

He was dismissed from the police
and died a broken drunk,

in a cheap rooming house in Dorking.

He thought O'Connell had been framed?

Samuel BIaise-Hamilton
was a rich and powerful man,

who numbered the Commissioner of Police and
the Home Secretary amongst his intimates.

- So it went unsolved.
- Officially.

My own theory is that it was the surviving
daughter, Charlotte...

..who slew her siblings
armed with a croquet mallet.

What photographic evidence
I've managed to unearth bears out my theory.

Ifthose scratches aren't the sign
of an oven/vhelming hatred,

I don't know what is.

It would appear, like her mother,
Bloody Charlotte was of unsound mind.

Records confirm that shortly after the murders,

her father had her quietly and permanently
committed to Holmwood Park Sanitorium,

where in 1908, she died alone and unmourned,

the last of her blood.

What do you reckon, then?
Are we gonna do it tonight?

Do what?

Get past Portugal.

Oh, morning, Morse.

Mrs Thursday.

I don't know.
We've as good a chance as any, I suppose.

- Without Greaves, though?
- What's this?

The football cup.

No, not you too.
I'll be glad when it's all over.

Mum, have you done my sandwiches?

RAD/O: The match, characterised by onlookers
as a series of fouls,

adds to the general climate of increasing
violence in the tournament's closing stages.

Are you in tonight to help me and Sam
on aerial duties, Joan?

No, I said I'd see Maureen.

Oh, right.

Sergeant Jakes called first thing.

We've got a likely prospect for Weiss
in the cells, Ossie Lloyd.

Ossie Lloyd?

- But he's a housebreaker, not a killer.
- He was found with Weiss's gold watch on him.

And once he's sober,
I'll be putting one or two hard questions his way.

What about this missing girl, Bunty Glossop?

I can see how something
like this might tickle your fancy.

Something out ofthe ordinary,
downright peculiar, if you ask me,

100-year-old unsolved murder on top.

Don't get so you can't see the wood for the
trees. I need you with feet firmly four square.

No objection to me turning over Weiss's study
again, in case there's anything we missed?

You mean just in case there's anything
me and Sergeant Jakes missed?

Just keep it in the here and now, all right?

All right, sir.

All due respect to Sergeant Jakes,

but he's got it wrong on this one.

I've fallen short once or twice,
but something like this?

Violence, murder? It's never been my line.

You were seen at the museum.

What were you doing there?

I went in there out ofthe rain, didn't I?

The whole town's in the pub
watching the football,

and you choose that moment
to try and improve yourself?

Come off it. You were on the dip.

How'd you come by the fob watch?

I found it, didn't I?

Alley behind the museum there.
Just lying there, it was.

Finders keepers.

I may have to borrow some of these.

Take what you like.
I can't see the interest myself.

In knowing where you came from?

What does it matter nowadays?

It matters to most, I'd have thought.

To a few, probably a great deal more.

Not to me. I never knew my father.

A wrong 'un, my mother said.
She must have thought something of him once.

Surely who you are and what you can do

counts more than breeding, so called?

- Did your uncle mention Shrive Hill House?
- I'm afraid not.

Is it important?

He seems to have thought so.

(Knock at door)

I was looking for the senior curator.

I'm afraid Dr Rowse is on holiday
till the end ofAugust.

I see.

Well, maybe you can help me.

I don't know if! can be much use.
What is it you want to know?

It would appear Mr Weiss has been in contact
with Dr Rowse,

concerning the BIaise-Hamiltons,

and their estate in particular.

- Is there such a thing?
- There would've been, presumably.

I wouldn't count on it.

We've recently recatalogued
many ofthe exhibits.

I'm fairly certain their line came to an end
late last century, hence the bequest.

What was left here would've been auctioned off.

The proceeds, along with the sale ofthe house
and other estate would revert to the Crown.

Still, I'd like to see anything the museum holds
in its archive concerning their affairs.

Of course. I'll see what I can do.

You're not coming like that, are you?

Don't tell me you've forgotten?

I'll be in the car.

Nurse Hicks.

Hi, it's me, Morse.

Hello.

About tonight.

lhave to work, sorry.

Thanks...for letting me know.

I've got to get back to work.

Come on.

Can't believe we're missing this for the pictures.

Just my blooming luck.

I thought we'd go out on Saturday.

Ohh!

You got England in the station sweep,
didn't you?

What's she like, this friend?

I haven't met her, have I?

- Maureen says she's...
- Hello, Jim!

Ah, hell.

Where would you like your ashes scattered?

This is a turn up.

I had no idea.

Better play along for Maureen's sake,
maybe drop the "Miss Thursdays" at least.

- How do you know her?
- At the bank.

Nobody there really knows what Dad does.

So...

..stronger than a bitter lemon.

Morse?

I'm gonna just pop out.

(Creaking)

(Electricity crackling)

(Screams)

- Sssh!
- What the hell... How did you get in?

Someone left a window open.

You scared me half to death.

Don't be mad. I had to see you.

STRANGE: God knows how I'll sleep after that.

- (Laughs)
- Given me the properwillies.

Oh, we're this way.

- I'll see you tomorrow, Mo.
- Bye.

Be good. And if you can't be good...

Be careful. (Chuckles)

(Electricity crackles)

(Hyperventilating)

(Piano plays)

(Distant thud)

Edwina?

(Screams)

Everything all right?
You don't seem yourself tonight.

Sorry.

Er...work.

This runaway from the school?

It was on the radio. You'll find her.

I think this is the bit where I say,
"Thanks for a lovely evening."

And you say, "How about a coffee?"

And I say, "I can't."

So we have a long kiss under the porch light
until my dad taps on the window

and then I go in and you go home.

I don't care for coffee.

Tonight at the pub.

That girl.

I shouldn't have lied. "The road to hell..."

Buy her some flowers.

It's not like that.

Besides, I don't know if she's the flower sort.

We're all the flower sort.

Night.

- You've heard a second girl's gone missing?
Edwina Parrish? That's...

The youngest ofthem.
I want to go back out there.

- I've told you, it's not our case.
- It's connected.

- Is this about proving something to County?
- County?

No, today's the centenary ofthe murders.

I thought if anything was going to happen...

What do you think went on? Some spectre
reached from the grave to slash Weiss's throat?

- Of course not.
- What, then?

I don't know. But there's something malign
going on out there.

Ifwe don't stop it...

Thank you.

Hello, you.

What's the latest?

Obviously, you've heard
another one's gone missing.

County are keeping it close to their chest,

but there's talk a girl answering
Bunty's description

was seen on a train out of Paddington
last evening.

Do you believe it?

Your colleagues appear to.

Maybe this second girl's just copied the first.

I saw Edwina go into the music room.

And there was another child in there,

a girl, wearing Victorian clothes.

As I walked towards them,
the door slammed shut in my face.

So you tried the handle?

Yes, the door wouldn't open.

- But it did when you returned with Miss Symes?
- Yes.

We went inside and the room was empty.

(Clears throat)

Edwina isn't the sort of girl
that might just run away, for sport, say?

If anything, she clung to Miss Symes
and I like a suckling calf missing her mother.

So...

there's you, still pink from your bath...

flitting around school in your night clothes -
is that usual?

I wasn't flitting, I was tidying the art room.
That's when the lights went.

Is that a common habit, is it...

..soaping paint brushes after dark?

What can you tell me about Billy Karswell?

I was given to understand
that the County Constabulary

was handling the investigation from here on in.

That's right. Not to seem impertinent,

but I believe the disappearances are connected
to another matter, the one I talked to you about.

The murder at the museum?

I found this amongst
Mr Weiss's personal effects.

Any idea why he would have kept that?

Did you ever speak with him?

About my accident? Good heavens, no!

What possible reason could I have had?

I didn't even knowthe man.

(Piano plays)

Thank you, Miss Symes.

Stop it at once, you wicked girl!

Go to your room!

My God.

What's happening to us?

(Door slams)

You're Indian, Miss Danby tells me.

What of it?

Nothing of it.

I'm paid to ask questions.

Actually, I'm Anglo-Indian.

"Fish-nor", some ofthe girls call me.

Because I'm neitherfish norfowl.

I found this by your bed.

The underlined passages, was that you?

It was like that when I pinched it.

You pinched it from where?

The staff room.

I just liked the cover.

That it was about Blythe Mount.

What did you make ofthem...

the BIaise—Hamiltons?

They were...of their time.

My father says that the Raj was along injustice.

But if it had not existed, then neither would I.

The past can only hurt us if we let it.

Morse?

- You coming, then?
- Goodbye.

What's all this, then, Billy? Huh?

Spying on young girls in their underthings,
are you, huh?

Bet that got you up in a right lather, didn't it, eh?

Hm?

Where's Edwina, Billy?

Where'd you take her?

Oi!

What do you want with him?

Your son's a suspect
in the missing persons inquiry.

We've nothing to hide.

Then you'd have no exception to me
taking a look round your property?

Billy, let the man in.

He's not a bad lad,
just a bit wild like his mother, God rest her.

Romany, see.

Where was he Saturday afternoon?

Went into town,
watched the football with his mates.

Got back here, what, about half-past six?

Have you worked here long?

30 years, nigh on, and my father before me.

There's always been a Karswell
at Blythe Mount.

Not always.

100 years ago,
a family called Pickstock lived here,

when it was owned by the BIaise-Hamiltons,
tea planters.

What's your point?

My point is that three ofthe BIaise-Hamilton
children were murdered

a stone's throw away from this cottage.

The case remains unsolved.

Bit late to fetch anyone to court, then.

Everyone at the school seems to know about it,
the Headmistress included.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't set too much store
by what you hear up there.

Half mad, most ofthem.

Small wonder, too.

All women together?

It's against nature.

All right, sleep tight.

Is this really necessary?

Bolting us into our rooms
as though we were common criminals.

- It's for your safety.
- Safety?

The girls must be frightened out oftheir wits.

I don't want anyone roaming the halls after dark.

The girls are locked in their dorm,
no chance of anyone getting in.

What's all this?

- Just something for work.
- (Phone rings)

Hello?

It's Sergeant Jakes.

(Thunder rumbles)

What's your angle, then, hm?

Who are you trying to impress?

Just trying to find out what happened.

What did the groundsman's boy have to say?

Hm.

He says they're not shy, the girls.

At least the football's looking up, eh?

Who'd have thought it?

Can't see us beating the Jerries, mind.

- Not at football, anyway.
- (Knock at door)

(Knocking is repeated)

Good evening.

The school's given him permission to be here.

Apparently his old publisher
sits on the board of governors.

With this place back in the news,
they're thinking of reprinting his book.

Keep a close eye on him, I'm gonna take a turn
round the place, make sure we're secure.

(Plays notes on piano)

Temperature's dropping.

The boiler's gone off.

- So, what's with the recorder?
- A hobby.

For the last 40 years, I've made field recordings
of some ofthe most haunted sites in Britian.

I don't suppose you belileve a word of it.

Isn't that what it's all about?

Hope, belief, that a better world
lies just beyond?

Is that so bad?

Death is the end, Mr Fitzowen.
Believe me, I've seen enough of it.

But what comes after?

In my experience, the police.

I thought this place was supposed to be locked
up tight? Jakes found an alibi for Ossie Lloyd.

But the front door was left wide open!

There!

Morse!

Are you sure she came this way?

There!

Morse!

My God!

I need help! In here, now!

Get an ambulance, now!

(Screams)

Bunty?

No.

Sir, this is a County case, and I can tell you...

I can tell you we're not going to stand and argue
like Burke and Hare over a murdered child.

- Sir...
- Do not mistake me!

One word more, one word, and you will spend
the rest of your days on point duty.

Am I understood?

- Thursday?
- Maud Ashenden, sir.

12 years old.

Supposed to have left for the holiday.

Told her parents she was visiting
another girl for the summer.

School thought she was at her parents',
the parents thought...

I think we have it.

She was in it with these other girls?

Bunty Glossop and Edwina Parrish.

They seemingly found a box of old clothes
in the attic.

This place is like a honeycomb.

Back stairs, concealed corridors...

It would certainly allow the girls
to go about the school unseen

and enact their haunting unhindered.

(Giggling)

It was Maud I saw in the attic.

An eighth girl beyond the seven we knew about.

Simple but effective.

So what, they thought they'd put
a scare on their schoolmates?

To get back at some ofthe older girls.

There'd been some bullying, I believe.

Dr DeBryn?

The fall notwithstanding,

a single wound to the throat.

The same as Adrian Weiss.

There's a blood trail upstairs.

The locus of the attack was in the corridor,

directly outside a door.

Outside Miss Symes' bedroom, sir.

Where was County
when all this was happening?

I was trying to find the fusebox.

There's no inkling on howthe assailant might
have got in and out?

The front door was open when I arrived, sir.

But as to how he made his escape...

My men are scouring the grounds, but...

darkness, a place this size...

I wouldn't hold much hope.

Clean away, then? No notion as to
who might have done such a thing?

There's a chance one ofthe girls
might have seen something.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Gently, please.

County have turfed over the Karswells' cottage.

Nothing to suggest they knew Maud
any better than the others.

- Both ofthem asleep at the time ofthe murder.
- That was convenient.

Church took his time finding the fusebox.

You want to think twice
before you go laying blame.

Just happened to be on his rounds
when Maud was killed?

You're gonna accuse me of being
a part of it next.

Maudie was my best friend.

It was our idea.

We didn't mean it.

Don't you worry about that.
Just you tell us what you saw.

We were racing around.

And I'd just come into the corridor when...

I saw someone.

Just for a second,

when the camera light flashed.

With Maudie...

standing outside Miss Symes' room.

Do you know who it was?

I couldn't see their face.

Maudie seemed like she was floating...

..towards the banister.

And then she fell.

And when the light flashed again,
there was no one there.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean it and I'm sorry.

- Nobody tried your door, Miss Danby?
- No.

I was locked in the whole time.

And you heard nothing?

Only that terrible scream.

Miss Symes, can you think of anyone
who might wish to do you harm?

You told me you've no connection,
as far as you're aware, with Adrian Weiss?

I thought not.

But, well, you see...

..I had a great many telephone calls from
the newspapers after my car accident.

And I thought he was just another reporter.

But looking back,

he wanted to come out to the school and none
ofthe others who telephoned wanted to do that.

And this was Mr Weiss?

I took his name for "White".

But it's possible I misheard.

But what would he want with me?

Oh, that poor child!

Her poor, poor parents.

There was nothing you could've done.

The wound was grievous, mortal.

At least the fall...

Adults, one takes the rough with the smooth.

But this...

You find this piece of work, Morse.

You find whoever did that.

For me, all right?

You find them.

It now appears that the murders of Adrian Weiss
and Maud Ashenden are connected.

To that end, a joint investigation by City
and County forces has been convened,

to be led by Detective Inspector Thursday.

This will be a round-the-clock inquiry,
we have the dayshift, County the night.

Thursday?

There's a lot of you here turned out
for a second shift last night.

That'll make this a 36-hour go for some.

But look sharp.

We're hunting a very dangerous individual,

one who won't shrink from harming a child.

We need to catch him.

And quickly.

That's the job.

Get to it.

TAPE RECORDING: My God!

/ need help!

In here, now!

Get an ambulance, now!

(Scream)

It was horrible.

That's our killer.

A bit different to writing about him.

We'll need to retain the photographs
and the negatives.

lfyou remember anything...

..or even if you just want to talk...

that'll find me.

It wasn't your fault, you and the other girls.

It was just a game.

- Ifwe hadn't have...
- No, no.

What happened here was a grown-up's fault.
Do you understand?

Was it Maud who wrote "Save me"?

I asked her to.

It was you that slipped the note into my pocket?

That was part ofthe game too?

Not altogether.

Bunty said a man's been seen
hanging around the school after dark.

She said that your haunting was meant,
in part, to scare him off.

Do you think that man could've been
Billy Karswell?

It wasn't Billy.

It's not a boy.

It's a man.

I know who it is.

I didn't tell Bunty
cos I didn't want to get anyone in trouble.

But with what's happened to Maudie...

At the museum.

l was looking for the loo.

And then / saw them, together.

How long have you been seeing him?

Two months, on and off.

More on than off.

MORSE:
That's why you took the girls to the museum?

I don't know. I suppose.

How did you meet?

A pub in town.

A day off.

I only went in out ofthe rain.

He was on his own and I was...

I don't know.

34, unmarried.

A schoolmistress in the middle
of some God-forsaken nowhere.

Haven't you ever been lonely?

I didn't want to get Vicky...

- Miss Danby in trouble.
- Yourself, more like.

You can see how it looks.

Two murders - one right here when you were
present, the other in a location you know well.

Where were you last night?

Here.

Working till gone ten.

Anyone vouch for you?

No.

I wish there were.

But what earthly reason could I have
for wanting to hurt this Weiss chap,

never mind a child?

For God's sake, a little girl, it's...

It's too awful.

What do you know about Miss Symes?

Nothing.

Besides, she'd have had me flayed
if she found out I was seeing Miss Danby.

Look...

I don't know ifthis is any use.

But I saw someone,
the night this second girl, Edwina...

the night she went missing.

As I was leaving,
he was stood, watching the school.

What'd he look like?

It was too dark to see
but he saw me, and er... ran off.

And you didn't think to offer that up before now?

No.

I should have, I see that now, but...

like I said...

What a gent.

- How are you making out with all this?
- Oh.

I think I've something for the Gardiners,
the American couple.

It looks like Weiss had managed
to trace their grandchild.

I think we should pass it on to them.

All right, first thing. Come on, then.

Just a few more hours.

It's County's got nights, Morse.

No later than ten, then.

(Phone rings)

- (Ringing continues)
- Will somebody get that?

(Phone rings)

Morse, hello?

He's here.

(Thudding)

Bunty?

- Sir, it's Black. Black's the killer.
- What?

- He's at Blythe Mount now.
- You sure?

I'll explain on the way.

I've told back-up to meet us there.

I think it all started in India, around 1850,

with Samuel BIaise-Hamilton.

Soul heir to this tea plantation worth,
I don't know...

millions in today's money.

Hundreds ofthousands at least.

He already had a wife in England but it seems
he took up with this young Indian woman.

They had a son, Robert.

After the Mutiny in '57,
he came back to England with the boy.

People may have turned a blind eye
to that kind of thing out there, but here, no.

So he passed his own son off
as the child of a colleague killed in Cawnpore.

But certain passages underlined
in Mrs BIaise-Hamilton's Bible

refer to bastardy, which would suggest
that she knew the truth.

What is clear is that he made some kind of
agreement with Benjamin Pickstock,

the gamekeeper.

He gave the boy to them to raise as their own.

THURSDAY: Who's to say it wasn't
Pickstock's natural son?

MORSE: The 1861 census.

Mrs Pickstock was too old
to have had a child Robert's age.

It may have ended there,

but the child knew the truth.

Imagine how that must have been for him.

Watching, as the years past,

his true father's family grow and thrive.

Knowing that but for a piece of paper and a
sense of hypocrisy, all ofthat could've been his.

Should've been his.

So his resentment grew,
until his anger could be contained no more.

Fitzowen was right, then.

O'Connell was framed.

If it came out who'd really killed the children,

the next question would be, why?

Blaise-Hami/ton couldn't allow that to happen.

Say you're right.
What's all this to do with Terence Black

and the murder of Weiss
and Maud Ashenden?

With all the children murdered, save one,

it seems the BIaise-Hamilton family
went into terminal decline.

But nearing death,

father and son forgave one another

In accordance with a will drawn up
a few years earlier,

the family fortune went to
the surviving legitimate child.

- Bloody Charlotte.
- Bloody Charlotte,

who died unmarried and without issue.

What happened to the money
if Charlotte died childless?

She did, but one strand of
the bloodline remained.

- Robert Pickstock.
- Yes.

But any issue from Robert Pickstock
would be illegitimate.

They'd have no claim on any money.

If Parliament follows
the Russell Committee's report

on Illegitimacy and Inheritance,
that could change.

In any event I think the news of the committee
being convened gave hope to Terence Black.

Adrian Weiss, employed by Black,

discovered a direct bloodline going back five
generations and several changes of name

to Samuel BIaise-Hami/ton.

Where's your evidence?
It all seems a bit circumstantial.

At the time of his death,
Adrian Weiss was drawing up a coat of arms.

It was unnamed but it included various clues
in the form of rebuses,

heraldic jokes which would suggest
it was meant for Terence Black.

The escutcheon is sable,
the heraldic term for "black".

In the upper sinister quadrant
is a pick-axe, or pick,

while the lower dexter quadrant contains flowers
ofthe genus Matthiola Iongipetela,

also known as stocks.

So you have pick, stocks - or Pickstock.

But if he was BIaise-Hamilton's son,
shouldn't that be on there?

It is. Entwined around the bar sinister is a leafed
stem ofthe Camellia sinensis, the tea plant.

Its meaning is used to denote bastardy -
thus, Pickstock's bastard

or the bastard laid upon Pickstock.

He'd even traced the pension paid by Samuel to
Robert's mother in India, 50 rupees a month.

But there's only one problem.
Weiss's genealogical examination

turned up a second claimant to the fortune.

A third cousin, once removed.

Miss Symes.

Terence Black could've reached out to her,
to the relative he never knew existed.

But that would involve him sharing half
the fortune which he wanted as his own.

So Miss Symes would have to go.

But Terence Black acted without first silencing

the only man who knew
there was a connection between the two.

THURSDAY: Adrian Weiss.

So Black lured Weiss to the museum
for one last meeting.

THURSDAY: But why did he pretend
to kill Weiss with a katar?

MORSE: A nod to the past, perhaps.

(Groans)

One last thing puts it beyond all doubt.

For something more than just a legend
was handed down...

from father...

..to son,

to great-great-great-grandson.

So this affairwith Miss Danby, then?

He only started it in order to gain access
to the school.

And learn its secrets, presumably.

So last night, he went there in order to kill Miss
Symes but couldn't get past her locked door.

When Maud came upon him in the corridor,

he was afraid she'd recognise him
from the museum.

Dressed like that, he'd no way of knowing
that of all the children in the school,

she's the only one that didn't go on the visit.

Oh, it's you.

- Where are the children?
- Locked in their rooms, I'd think, after last night.

- You mean you haven't checked?
- I've just got here.

- I thought you had a man on the house?
- He rang in sick.

- Is he here?
- Someone's done the lights in.

- Where are they, basement?
- You go.

Just make sure the girls are all right.

Strange, hold the door. Nobody gets past you.

We need to find Bunty before he does.

Inspector Thursday and myself will see
to the staff, you and Church find the child.

(Gasps)

- Miss Symes?
- Yes?

This is the police. Do not unlock your door
until othenivise instructed.

(Screams)

(Screams)

Don't be a fool. Give her up now.

Don't make things worse.

Away!

I'm warning you, stand back.

If you come after me,
her blood will be on your hands!

Stand off. You know I'll do it.

Bunty, look at me. He's not going to hurt you.

Are you sure ofthat?

(Bunty whimpers)

"Beware of the Jabbenivock."

What comes next?

Agh!

THURSDAY: Morse!

Morse!

Aargh!

(Panting)

It's all right.

I asked you to save me.

And you did.

All right?

I said I'd catch the Final with Sam.
You're welcome to join us if...

I've stuff to do here.

But thank you, though.

No? Well...

We found a cache of material at Black's.
Weiss must have turned them up.

Have a shufti when you've a minute.

- Tomorrow, then.
- Thank you, sir.

(Excited shouts of encouragement)

- Go on, Bobby!
- Go, Bobby!

Come on, come on!

TV: ..the Germans are going down
and they can hardly get up.

It's all over, I think!

And here comes Hurst, he's got...

Some people are on the pitch,
they think it's allover...

It is now! It's four!