All language subtitles for Inspector Morse S01e3 - Service Of All The Dead

Time for a quick one before the service,
Your Reverence.

Everything all right?

Yes, thanks, Harry.

Ready to get on with it?

Yes? What?

Wait a minute.

Where?

Okay,

I'll be there in 12 minutes.

Hello, sir.

Who

is

he? Mr.

Josephson. Harry's the... Harry was
church warden.

It's his wife outside.

We're down.

Could someone, please?

Always best to throw light on the scene
if you can.

Well, Max, one very fierce blow, death
instantaneous.

What happened?

Well, nobody actually saw it, but... It
was right at the end of the service. Mr

Joseph had just brought the collection
back here to the vestry.

There was, um, a tramp at the service.

He even took communion.

Hello,

Matty. Over.

Mike, can you notify for me an elderly
vagrant, Swan, I think his name is, Swan

or Swanee, sleeps rough probably,
although he's got a few quid on him now,

may be in a pub.

Yeah, or check the off licences.

He's wearing an overcoat, but there was
a hell of a lot of blood about, so he's

probably ditched it.

Out.

I shall never understand these religious
types.

That's because you have no soul, Morse.
If you were a vicar, would you slid open

your letters with the cross of Christ?

It's pretty high, Sir Doctor, but it's
spiky.

That's what they mean by the beauty of
holiness.

All finished, sir. All right, thanks,
Lewis. Go through his pockets, will you?

I'll go and get someone to identify him
formally.

Just a minute, Lewis.

Hold this for me.

Told you right, sir.

I really don't think you should speak to
Mrs Joseph now.

She's terribly shocked.

You knew Mr Joseph, did you, madam?

Yes, of course.

I wonder if you and Mr Morris, is it?
Yes.

I need two witnesses for formal
identification, if you and Mrs...

Ruth Rawlinson.

It wouldn't upset you too much, Mrs
Rawlinson, to... No, no.

I think I can manage it.

And, by the way, it's Miss.

Not to Mrs.

Thank you, miss.

It's Harry Josephs.

Thank you, sir.

That all?

Yes, thank you.

Now, miss.

Just a glance, just so long as you're
sure who it is.

Yes.

Harry Josephs.

Thank you very much, miss.

I expect you want to go home now.

Would you like me to come with you? No,
no, I'm all right.

I'll look after her. Don't worry, Ruth.

I'm... I'm fine.

I'll call you when I've got Brenda home.

All things pretty straightforward.

Straightforward, perhaps, but pretty?

I'm so sorry. I didn't realize

it. Just a couple of things. I don't
want to trouble you for long at a time

this. I was wondering, how many people
were there at the service?

Thirteen.

And you don't know all. Perhaps you do
know who they all were.

Oh, they...

Could be witnesses, you mean.

Oh, dear, I never thought. I just said
that Mr.

Josephs was ill, that the service was
over, and then I ran to call an

I'm so sorry.

No, mine would be able to trace them, I
expect.

Well, I doubt if they could add very
much, Inspector. They were all up in the

lady chapel. I was the only one who saw
anything.

And what did you see, exactly?

Not very much. It was more hearing, some
sort of commotion.

Then I saw the vestry curtains shaking,
so I went to see what was happening,

and, uh... And, uh... Did you see this
man, Swanee, leaving the church?

Not exactly.

I mean, it's quite dark down there. I
saw someone. I suppose I just assumed

it was him.

Thirteen. That's not very many, is it,
sir?

Oh, it's not bad for a special service.
What was special about it?

It's the feast of the conversion of St.
Augustine.

Yes,

well, thank you very much, sir. I'll be
in touch.

Yes.

Of course.

Lewis.

Nasty for him, all this.

Nasty, Lewis, nasty.

And all for a measly few quid off the
collection plate.

For the bastard had only known. Lewis,
you're in church.

Known what?

George has had a couple of hundred quid
in his trouser pocket.

Letting slip.

Oh, hello, Jimmy.

Oh, Vicar.

I... I... I... I... Tricks.

Seen anything of Swanee recently?

No.

I've been to Bromstrow.

Hello, Vicar.

Ah, Taffy, you're quite a pal of
Swanee's, aren't you?

You might be, sir.

When did you last see him?

I don't know, sir.

I don't know that I did see him like.

I don't know that I even know him, see?

Get him subbed up, see what he
remembers.

Come on.

Many of our guests have found it helpful
to follow the tour with the guidebook

in hand.

Oh,

you did give me a start.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to talk to you, if you've got a
minute.

Perhaps over a drink.

That's very kind of you, but I have to
get home.

I look after my mother, Inspector.

She must have one hot meal a day, and
she can't sleep if she eats at night,

so... I see.

Was there something urgent? No, no, no.

You're a regular at St. Oswell's, I take
it?

I've been in the choir since I was 12.

They'll give me a medal soon.

Yes, I like music. Not...

Church choirs.

Jazz.

Humphrey Littleton. George Melly.

Music.

Shall we go?

You were a friend of the Josephs,
weren't you? That's why you stayed after

service. I just stayed anyway. It's my
job to tidy up.

Oh, really?

I'm the church cleaner.

Someone has to do it, and it's good for
my soul.

And yes.

Brenda's one of my very best friends.

Well, look, it's not important, and I
certainly don't want to pester Mrs.

Josephs with it, but Mr.

Josephs gambled, didn't he?

The church and the turf are old friends,
you know.

But how could he afford

it? Oh.

I mean, he was unemployed, I understand,
and Mrs. Josephs works as a nurse at

the Radcliffe, yet he was gambling big
sums.

Does he have private money?

No.

The vicar didn't seem to want to discuss
it. It's a very funny thing, but as

soon as someone doesn't want to discuss
something, I do.

Lionel would never speak ill of the
dead.

I would prefer not to, too.

I'm sure you would, but I'd rather
not...

Ask Mrs. Josephs.

Money was going missing from the
collection.

Nothing was ever proved.

But as the church warden's responsible
for accounting it... Thank you.

I think it's quite dreadful the way
society just guards people when it no

wants them. A man like that, a hero,
just thrown on the scrap heap as though

was no use to anyone.

Was he a hero?

He was in the Marines.

He felt trapped.

So he gambled to make enough money to...
But of course it never works like that.

So he drank because he lost and... Well,
he's free now.

I don't know whether to be sad or happy.

Drinking as well.

He lost his licence last year.

Perhaps you should be happy.

If it's any consolation, he must have
been quite happy yesterday.

He had a couple of hundred pounds on
him. His last big win, I imagine.

I don't think anything will console me
for Harry's death.

Moth.

Oh, hello, Max. How are you?

What?

Are you sure?

Good God.

Well, thanks a lot, Max.

Still no sign of this Swanee, sir. But
the old Welsh tramp says he thinks his

name used to be Swanpole.

To hell with that Swanee, Swanpole. He
may have nothing to do with it.

Joseph's was probably dead before the
knife went in.

What? Max said there was enough morphine
in his stomach to kill an elephant.

Yes, it was certainly meant to kill.

A substantial death. In what form? White
powder.

Morphine comes as white powder. I mean,
how did he take it? By mouth.

Well, yes, yes, but... Oh, you mean in
what form was it ingested?

Max. Well, I can't, of course, be
absolutely certain.

So I'd venture the tentative opinion
that the form was liquid.

But not your sort.

Wine, not beer.

How long would it have taken to affect
him? Oh, I couldn't possibly say.

Not exactly.

Inexactly? He'd be unconscious in
somewhere between 40 and 50 seconds,

on his constitution.

And to kill him?

Six minutes.

Does it mix easy, sir?

Morphine and wine?

Now, that's what I call an intelligent
question.

You'd have to swizzle it up a bit, but
yes, it soon disappears in wine.

I want to say, I've got the contents of
his stomach just through here.

Oh.

How do you get morphine, Max?

I'll write myself a prescription and go
to Boots.

Must have been during the service.

Thank you, Lewis. I hadn't thought that
far.

Well, I don't understand it. Why anybody
should want to kill him twice?

Didn't it was some sort of ritual?

All church services are rituals, Lewis.

Yeah, but I mean like a black mass.

Big pieces in the Sunday papers about
black masses.

Oh, yeah.

You think the Reverend Lionel Portland
was indulging in orgies on the altar

Miss Rawlinson and Mrs.

Josephs?

Well, he may not have been killed twice.

But he was.

I mean, by the same person.

One person slept in the morphine, you
mean, and another stamped him.

Having suffered?

Possibly.

Left hand not knowing what the right was
doing.

Pretty long odds, eh?

Very long odds.

Oh, you can whine if you're professional
enough about it, aren't you? This was

an amateur.

Part time with a favourite now?

Where are those basics?

Thank you.

Excuse me, miss.

Routine inquiry.

You wouldn't remember the man who wrote
these out, would you?

Aged about 45.

Harry? Harry Joseph.

He's in here all the time. What about
him?

He's met with an accident.

Oh, okay. Poor Harry.

Is he all right?

Did he have a big win here yesterday?

Harry.

Why? Is he all right? I'm afraid not.
Oi, governor.

Here, do you think I can have a bit?

Go ahead, go ahead.

What's happened?

Heart attack, was it?

No.

Has he had any kind of big win recently?

No.

He's never had much luck at all, really.

What's happened? I'm afraid he's been
murdered.

Pretty much the loser all around, how he
does it. So where did the 200 quid come

from?

Somewhere.

Thanks.

You know what, Lewis?

No, what?

We need inspiration.

Divine inspiration.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and
the Holy Spirit.

Amen. The Lord be with you. And with thy
spirit.

Almighty God, unto whom all hearts be
open, all desires known, and from whom

secrets are hid, cleanse the thoughts of
our hearts by the inspiration of thy

Holy Spirit, that we may perfectly love
thee and worthily magnify thy holy name.

Through Christ.

Our Lord.

Amen.

Can't you remember anything about him?

Mind if I had a drink?

Swanpole.

Swanpole? Funny sort of name, isn't it?
People use all sorts of names, see? Feel

better that way, like?

Never know who's after you, see?

I'll be after you if you can't tell me a
bit more about this swanny.

I didn't have such a terrible thirst.

Oh, God bless you.

When you've remembered.

I did, yes, Swan. He was the vicar's
relation.

What of old Paul, then?

Whatever his name is.

His brother.

That's what I heard.

Oh, God bless the keeper, sir.

The blood of Christ.

The blood of Christ.

The blood of Christ.

See who's last in line.

The church warden.

The blood of Christ.

Rogatian would be dead.

Look at that.

Talk about ritual.

He's ritualizing away the evidence.

It must have been Paul, and nobody else
could have put the stuff in the wine.

How did he do it without killing
everyone else?

Where's his swizzle stick to mix it up?

He doesn't need one.

He's crafty.

He arranges it so the wine runs out just
before Joseph's.

So he had to go and get some more,
already poisoned.

He puts that in the cup.

Chalice. The word is chalice, Lewis.

Poison chalice, indeed.

What?

Never mind.

You're being quite intelligent there, go
on.

Well, that's it, really.

He gives Joseph the chalice.

From which he, and he alone, then had to
drink.

That's murdering himself as well as
Joseph. Very clever.

He only pretends to drink, then he wipes
the rest of the stuff away like we just

saw.

I don't know.

So elaborate.

Well, the whole thing's elaborate.

Knife and the poison.

Of course, if we knew why he'd done it.

Who?

Whoever did do it.

No one person can do it.

Well, this is a mass murder at Lewis,
obviously.

A high mass murder.

Come on.

No bloodstains, nothing.

What? Come here.

It's all right. I shan't bite.

This is the house of God, Peter.

Murder is a very terrible act.

You mustn't treat it as a joke.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Off you go.

And don't run.

Peter!

Don't disappear. We're going home in two
minutes.

Okay.

I saw you in the congregation,
Inspector. Any sign of Swampo? No, sir,

Tell me, this service now, was it the
same one as on the day of the murder?

Oh, no, no. This was the fallen high
mass.

That was the simple one.

So you didn't have all those people with
censors and so on? No, no. I

administered single -handed. Why?

Hello? Hello.

Mr. Joseph, church warden.

He was the last to take communion, was
he?

Yes.

Who was next to him?

His murderer, I'm afraid.

It's a terrible thing to take the
sacrament with murder in your heart.

Terrible. My one consolation in this
messy business is that Harry died in a

state of grace.

Are the flowers coming on Wednesday or
Thursday?

Of all the sanctimonious twaddle, he did
it.

I know he did it.

Why?

Blackmail, Lewis.

Paul and Francis' choir boys.

Joseph's had a joint account with his
wife. See if he had one all of his own.

See if that's how he financed his
betting.

They're not allowed to tell us that sort
of thing, sir. In any case... It's all

right, Lewis. The manager drinks in my
pub.

And when you've finished here, get over
to Morris's, the organist.

See if you can pick up anything there.

Who is it?

Chief Inspector Morse, CID.

Who?

Inspector Morse, Oxford CID.

I'll press the buzzer.

Hello. Mrs. Rumlinson?

Yes. I'm afraid I didn't quite catch
your name.

That silly contraption. Morse. Inspector
Morse.

Will you come in, Inspector?

I'm afraid I haven't quite mastered that
buzzer thing yet.

My daughter had it put in while I was
away in Switzerland.

Switzerland? Yes.

The Von Fried Clinic.

Lowdown. We hope they might be able to
do something about my wretched

Can I get you something?

There's some sherry, I believe, in that
cupboard in the corner, if you'd like to

help yourself.

I'm afraid I can't quite reach.

It's Ruth you've come to see, I suppose.

Well, yes.

It's about this awful business at the
church.

Yes, Ruth's been most helpful.

You sure you want to have a sherry?

I usually have one at this time of the
day.

Ruth gets it for me.

You could keep me company.

How can she have got to?

Let's both have a drink, shall we, while
we're waiting.

Oh, you are kind.

Just a very small one.

Oh, Mr Morris, I'm sorry to bother you,
but we need some clarification on...

I'm sorry, I didn't realise.

It's not that it's bad for arthritis
particularly, it's bad for her.

Alcohol is a depressant and she gets
very, well... I'd rather she wasn't

involved in all this anyway. Couldn't
you have come to see me at work? I

you'd come home after the service.

I'm sorry.

What do you want to know?

It's a bit delicate.

Mr. Paulan.

He's not too fond of his choir boys, is
he?

I think he likes them well enough.

Oh, you mean... Heavens, no.

Lionel? No, no, no.

What on earth gave you that idea?

It just crossed my mind.

You've been reading too many Sunday
papers.

He's not married.

Nor am I.

But I'm not a pervert, I assure you.

As a matter of fact, I'm not married
either.

Perhaps I could take you for dinner.

Well, you're very kind.

I'm free this evening.

How about you?

You mustn't let your mother dominate
your life, Ruth.

I try not to, but... Tonight, thanks all
the same, but some other night,

perhaps.

Now, I really must go make her tea 20
minutes later already.

We have quite a few Cambridge men in the
Oxford diocese.

Before that, it was Stamford Grammar
School.

I'm afraid I don't know him as well as I
should. There's so much paperwork these

days. You keep files in all your
victors, sir?

Yes, well, I suppose they are files, but
when you say it like that, Inspector...

The file on Lionel Paulin, that doesn't
happen to mention any scandal, does it,

sir?

Well, now, I rather assumed that's why
you came to see me.

But I can assure you there's nothing
whatever in Paulin's character to

any violence.

Rather the contrary.

It wasn't violence I was thinking of.
Ah.

This is delicate ground.

The church, I'm afraid, is a great deal
of trouble with unfounded rumor.

What was it?

Choir boys?

Nothing was ever proved.

Quite the contrary.

The atmosphere became so poisoned in his
last parish.

I must emphasize there was never a shred
of evidence.

Oh, we'd not have employed him at St
Oswald's.

She'd got nothing on underneath, I could
see.

Lucky you.

Paul Morris is a widower, right?

Mrs Josephs is just there for the time
being, he says, till she gets over her

shock. Well, if you ask me... Thanks,
Lewis, I've got the picture. What about

the bank?

Oh, you were dead right there.

Pauling's been paying Harry Josephs 500
quid a month for the last five months.

Special account.

Must be blackmail, like you said.

Yes, Joseph, you about the choir boy?

Paulan got fed up with paying him off.

What about this tramp, Lewis? Where the
hell is this tramp?

I don't know.

Don't keep saying that.

Come on, I need a beer.

You know, I've been thinking.

It was an awful lot of that morphine in
Joseph's body.

Would have needed a lot of wine to
dissolve it. He was last in line.

All the same.

Perhaps they all resented it, so Paulan
knew that he'd be safe.

I hadn't thought of that.

Why kill him twice?

Panic. Didn't keel over as expected.

Started to call for help.

Paulan did him with the first thing in
the hand.

And the trump?

Just ask that question, Lewis.

Supposing he's Paulan's brother?

I'm not supposing anything until I've
had at least two pints of beer.

You were round, Lewis.

Always my round.

And it's your lucky day. I've just gone
off the beer.

Hey, what's the matter?

I've decided to have an early night.

All those questions you were asking,
Lewis, we'll try them on the Reverend

Lionel Paul and first thing in the
morning.

I hope you can see Wednesday, then,
perhaps.

Good morning, sir.

Inspector, I have a couple of questions
I'd like to ask you. About your brother,

for instance.

My brother?

Yes, I'm sure you won't mind coming down
to the station.

No.

No, of course not.

I'll just, um... My clothes.

I didn't see you in church.

That's because I wasn't there.

Oh, we'll convert you yet, I hope.

You'll have to give me a lot of your
attention now.

How's your mother?

Oh, quite a good night, thanks.

I only had to move her twice.

She can't always turn without help.

Well, what does she do when you're not
there?

Oh, I never leave her on her own.

Don't you think you should get a nurse?

Inspector.

No.

No.

I'm afraid she isn't here.

She's gone to see Brenda Josephs, I
rather think.

Just say I called, will you?

Goodbye.

What the hell are you doing here?

You wanted to know about the school?

There were two brothers.

The other one was called Simon Oliver.

A couple of years younger than the
vicar.

What did you say this bloke's name was?

Dr. Starkey.

I hope he's not too old to remember.

He sounded all right on the phone.

How long has he been retired?

12 years, he said.

Paulin, from Paul.

Saint Paul, probably, or possibly Pavo.

How's your Latin, Inspector?

Pavo, Sergeant?

I have no idea, sir.

Pavo, Pavonis, a peacock.

Now, of the two, Simon was the one with
the peacock nature.

Oh, I don't mean a bird brain.

By no means.

He was the brighter of the two, in both
senses.

But of a sharp dresser, wasn't he?

Snazzy. What I used to call snazzy.

People still say snazzy?

I think so.

Lionel, on the other hand, was sober,
hard -working.

Beater, every essay.

But then he had to work hard, whereas
Simon, when he applied himself, alpha.

Shame, really.

What is it?

Simon would have made a far more
charismatic clergyman.

Bishop material, I'd say.

The school hasn't had a bishop for a
long time.

What happened to Simon?

Oh, what always happens to peacocks.

They start with fine feathers and lots
of pea hens.

Then when the feathers begin to molt,
Simon took to the drinking trough, broke

his mother's heart.

Is she still alive?

No, she died soon after the father.

Boys were left well enough off, but
Simon... I wonder what has become of

The old aunt died last year. She must
have left him quite a bit, too.

You don't know if Lionel left anything
to the school, do you? He wasn't

was he?

No. As a matter of fact, sir, boys will
be boys, as you know better than anyone.

And I was wondering... No, I'm glad to
say that the school has always been

singularly free of that sort of thing.

All the same, sir. No, there was never
any suggestion of that.

With either of the boys, I can assure
you.

Morse, that's a good Oxford name.

Is it?

Same as Morris.

Morse, Morris.

Both from the French, Maurice, Swarthy.

You're the wrong branch of the family.
You might have been in charge of British

Leyland.

It's Austin Rover now, sir.

It was Lionel Paulin's intention, as he
expressed to me, to give most of the

money away.

And not a penny for Simon Paulin?

The aunt specifically stated that she
did not wish that he should benefit by

much as a farthing.

I understand he once borrowed from her
and, well, he had no legal or, under the

circumstances, moral claim, whatever.

Then why was he going to bring a case?

He found an unscrupulous lawyer.

There are such people about, Inspector.

Someone who knew he couldn't win the
case, but who could bring about the

amount of public embarrassment.

Blackmail? It came to that.

I advised Lionel against it.

Simon Oliver Paulin would only have come
back and back.

Indeed, I rather gathered from something
Lionel said.

His brother had given him a good deal of
trouble in the same sort of way before.

Oh, had he?

Hope she'll be all right there on her
own. Oh, of course she will. It's just

what she needs.

She's been under terrible stress.

Anyway, I shall be going down tomorrow,
probably.

Are you sure you won't have another cup?

No, really, thanks.

I have to get back to Mother. All right.

Take care of yourself.

You too.

Just coming to the end.

That's all right, Paul.

You take your time.

Not in.

Thank you, Lewis. I had managed to
deduce that.

What does he do when he's not playing
the organ?

Teachers down at the Comprehensive. But
it's the holidays.

I hope he hasn't gone on his holidays
without informing me.

He's probably at Mrs Joseph's.

It's time we talked to the pair of them.

Milk cancelled till further notice.

Come on, Luke.

Where are we going? The scene of the
crime.

Or the scene of the crimes.

I reckon Paul must have been carrying
the ballot.

There were a ton.

Come on, come on.

I don't like this kind of church.

What are we looking for?

I don't know.

Lewis, do you know what all those keys
are for?

No. Have you been up there?

Can we go?

No.

It was.

There's nothing down here, sir.

Fifty -five.

Fifty -six.

Oh,

you go ahead. I need a breather.

There you go, sir. Fresh air.

Magic.

Whoo!

God, what a view!

You can nearly see Scotland.

What the hell did I come up here for?

View!

You all right?

Fine, fine.

Just not as fit as I should be, that's
all.

It's the beer.

Just shut up about beer.

What's the matter?

I'm scared of bloody heights, you stupid
sod.

Oh, my God.

Sir?

What is it?

I'm afraid you'll have to come and see
for yourself.

She's coming right away, sir.

Thanks.

I don't know why they let Paul stay on
this case.

It's a murder, a minute.

Murder, sir? Yeah.

There couldn't be suicide following the
victim's example.

Well, I suppose he could have hanged
himself then leapt off the tower.

Hanged himself?

He was garrotted, Morse.

Garrotted, then shoved.

Lewis, see if they've found the boy yet.
What boy?

He's got a 12 -year -old son.

Oh, dear.

At least I hope so.

Good afternoon, miss.

Inspector Morse is just over there. I'll
take you by.

Thank you.

There's no -one in the house, sir.
They're going in with the next -door

neighbour now. Right.

This is very good of you.

Really.

I couldn't think of else to ask.

It's all right.

You sure?

Paul Morris.

Excuse me, it's my boss.

What the hell is going on here, Morse? I
wish I knew.

Mayor and corporation, is it?

First grass of the year, I sincerely
hope.

Who is it this time?

The organist, the name of Morris.

His son sings in the choir.

We can't find him. Oh, my God.

I'm sure boys come into this somewhere.

Harry, Joseph was blackmailing Paul in
about something, and I saw Paul in

ruffling Morris's lad's hair, right in
there, after Joseph was dead.

Beltre, you mean?

Could be.

What about this tramp?

Swanpole.

Swanpole is such an unusual name.

Should have asked Dr. Starkey at
Stamford.

Of course.

He is Paulan's brother.

What?

S .O. Paulan. It's an anagram.

Do you mind telling me what you're
talking about? The vicar.

He had a ne 'er -do -well brother, Simon
Oliver.

Simon Oliver?

Yeah, supposed to be a great womanizer.
Took to the bottle, you know.

I'm glad to say I don't.

But where is he, whatever his name is?

And where is the boy?

I hope he's not dead.

I hope so.

Nothing there. We know the car's at St.
Oswald's. Hey, Mum, look.

His new skateboard's gone.

So it is.

There's someone else gone missing, too.

Morris's girlfriend.

Who's she?

The murdered church warden's widow.

Oh, my God, Morse. Oh, it's here.

It has to be here somewhere, the missing
clue.

Better bloody well find it, then.

Enjoy your dinner, sir.

Miss Rawlinson thinks she might know
where Mrs Joseph is.

I don't know exactly. She just said
somewhere on the river. It was all

too much for you. Which river?

The Thames.

She's talked about...

Cookham and Marlowe.

Mrs. Joseph?

Yes? There's a telephone call for you.

Hello? Paul?

Oh, it's you.

What do you want?

Hello, Ed.

And you.

Ruth, could you do something for me?

Would you show me exactly what you heard
and saw that day?

I was there.

Brenda was here.

Paul was at the organ, of course.

And Land was at the altar.

Lewis, go and stand by the altar.

Can you see the vestry from there?

Just about, yeah.

Did you hear anything?

No.

The organ was playing.

I didn't know anything was wrong till I
saw Lionel suddenly rush down the aisle.

And the others?

I don't think anyone heard anything.

Perhaps they weren't supposed to hear
anything.

What?

Nothing.

Who were they, these others?

I really don't know.

Not regular.

Americans, I think.

Tourists? We get them all the time. They
treat church services as part of old

England, like Shakespeare at Stratford.
All very quaint.

So, apart from you, the vicar...

The organist, the church warden and his
wife and this tramp.

All the others were just a bunch of
American voyeurs.

Oh, I didn't mean to be unkind. Did they
take communion?

I think so, yes.

Yes, some of them did, I'm sure.

Let's get out of here. This place gives
me the creeps.

Who do you think would want to kill Paul
Morris?

I don't know.

I really can't think. You see, unless
there's something you haven't told me

about, I can't see anyone with a motive.

Harry Joseph's now. If he was still
alive, he'd have a motive.

Sexual jealousy.

And the vicar himself.

If he weren't dead, he'd have a motive
too.

If poor Morris were blackmailing. I wish
I could help. I really do.

You've helped enough already.

How's your mother?

Heavens, the time.

She'll think something dreadful's
happened to me.

Yes.

Not the best way of putting it, quite.

Thanks so much for walking me home,
Inspector.

I can't go on calling you Inspector.

What's your name?

Morse. People just call me Morse.

Thank you, Morse.

Is that you, rules?

Paul Morris.

Have you got anything against Paul?

I don't know.

You're perfectly safe now You're safe
you're with

me

Go to bed.

I was thinking to myself... My thoughts
are bred of loneliness and depression,

Lewis. Ignore them.

I was thinking there might be something
in what you were saying.

I doubt it.

About the Paulan brothers.

There's three of them in on the plot to
kill Harry Joseph.

The two Paulans and Paul Morris.

And whichever brother it turns out to
be, he kills off the other two

In order to think about that, Lewis,
you'll have to have another pint,

Hurry. The castle's empty.

I'll have to go down to the cellar and
get a new one up. Well, hurry up. My

brain's just beginning to work.

You'll see if I'm right.

Oh, my God, Lewis.

The cellar.

The vault. We didn't look in the vault,
did we? We've got to be in.

anyone down there for you.

Want me to go for it? No, it's all
right. I'm not afraid of death.

Is this boat free? Can I go out in it?

Yeah, sure.

Think you can handle it on your own,
love?

Yes, of course I can.

This belong coke.

No oil.

There's a big tank at the back of the
churchyard. You ought to sell that lot,

then.

Oh, there's nothing here, sir.

Thank God for that.

I thought perhaps the boy... Yeah.

Well, sure you did. Yes.

Yes.

Hello, Ed.

Yeah?

Up that end just now, were you as scared
as I was?

I was a bit spooked, yeah.

Right. So would anyone be.

No one likes coffins, unless you're an
undertaker.

So, if anyone was going to hide a body
down here, they'd use this end, wouldn't

they? But there isn't any way.

Get digging, Lewis.

There must be a reason.

I think he's mad.

No,

I don't think he's mad.

Psychopathic, yes, but not mad.

Not mad at all.

Hello.

Hello.

Am I allowed a kip in the morning, or is
it only after half?

Is that all?

Is that all you came for? I wish it
were.

Now, something crossed my mind. Did
Lionel Paulin always wear specs?

Always. I thought so. There goes another
theory.

Gold rims?

Yes.

Hello, can you just hold the light,
please?

Yes, they're in his pocket.

Really?

That's rather odd, isn't it?

Suicides always take off their specs
before they jump. It's as if they were

going to sleep.

Good heavens.

All, I suppose, in a way. Tell me, are
you still cleaning in the church?

Yes, of course.

I was wondering, I thought perhaps
you'd... The house of the Lord must

swept and garnished.

Garnished.

Hello, can you hold on, please?

Thank you.

Nice word, garnished.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

What day do you actually get to garnish,
Ruth?

Sorry to keep you.

Wednesday, on my way home from work.

Were you thinking of asking the cleaner
for a drink?

How did you get?

And thanks.

Good. See you this evening, then.

Look after yourself.

Where did you get that about suicides
and glasses?

I got it off the back of a matchbox.

It happens to be true.

If you ever find a suicide with smashed
glass in his face, it's murder.

Remember that.

I will.

Do you think we're making any progress
with this case, sir?

Good question.

But as my old history master used to
say, having looked that problem squarely

the face, let us now pass on.

Came to stay for a week, she said.

Looks more like a month to me.

About the women?

Looks like she was expecting a visit,
eh?

Yes. She had a phone call that evening
at dinner from a man.

But no secular song.

No, no, nothing like that.

Nothing much in there, sir.

S .O. She keeps writing S .O.

Boyfriend's initials? St. Oswald's, more
like.

Right.

She went a lot every Sunday and a couple
of times during the week as well.

Yeah, she had to, didn't she? She had to
take her husband. He'd lost his

licence. And then his life.

Well, thank you, Sergeant. There's
nothing here for us that I can see.

Lewis? Nothing.

Off we go, then.

Wait a minute. Let me see that diary
again.

What day was Harry Joseph's, maybe?

Wednesday the 26th.

Well, look at that.

Remember your Sherlock Holmes, Lewis?

Is there any point to which you would
wish to draw my attention?

To the curious incident of the dog in
the night time.

The dog did nothing in the night time.
That was the curious incident.

I see.

It's blank, Lewis.

The day is completely blank.

Where did Paul and Bank?

The Midland.

Tell them we're on our way.

Do we really have to go so fast, then?
Yes.

I'm sure the bank manager will... Who's
left, Lewis?

What?

Thirteen people at that service.

Five of them are now dead.

Joseph, his wife, the vicar, the
organist, and the organist's son.

Six of them have passed on in their
tourist coach to Blenheim Palace,

-on -Avon, Bath, Salisbury Cathedral.

Mr. Rawlinson?

And Simon Paulin.

Yes, and one or the other is in mortal
danger, if not both.

What was the day?

The 26th. The 26th.

Ah, yes.

Conversion of St. Augustine.

13th in the congregation.

Signed, Lionel Paulin.

He was always having odd services,
Lionel.

How do people know when there's a
service on?

It's in the monthly parish notes.

There's nothing for the 26th. No?

I expect you put up a notice.

Announced it in church, maybe.

These notes aren't the law and the
prophets.

Have you ever celebrated the conversion
of St. Augustine?

Yes, I expect so.

Who'd know? About St. Augustine.

Try the Archdeacon. More up his aisle
than mine.

Yes, there are two St.

Augustines, Hippo and Canterbury.

Which one do you want?

Either would do.

Ah, just as I thought.

Augustine of Canterbury was born a
Christian. Didn't have to be converted.

What about Hippo?

Oh, he was converted. A celebrated
sinner.

Give me chastity and continence, O Lord,
but not yet.

That was his unregenerate motto.

Conversion 386 A .D.

What day?

No bother, doesn't say.

I shall have to look that up in the
paturgical calendar.

There we are.

Ah, funny, no mention of it.

Try the 26th of last month.

What the hell was Paul in celebrating?

A personal devotion, perhaps?

To chastity?

Not bloody likely.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I thought
you'd never come. I'm so,

so sorry.

I'll get you a drink.

Thank you.

It's a bad day.

Thank you.

You're so good to me.

Too good.

Sometimes I think I've ruined your life.

Don't be so silly.

I have a very good life.

Not anymore.

Darling.

Ruth.

Do you think we... Could possibly afford
to send me back to Switzerland again.

About time you put her in a home.

I couldn't do that.

Do yourself a favour.

You're still a very attractive woman,
Ruth.

When you want to be.

Lionel paid for the clinic last time. I
can't possibly afford it on my own.

Oh.

I see.

I didn't get involved in all this just
so your mother could go to Switzerland,

you know.

I'll pay you back.

Really.

I'll sell the house when... when she...
Look.

I'll think about it.

Would you?

You make it worth my while.

There isn't time. Yes, there is.

And the boss is a way little Ruthie can
play.

I thought you could.

Have you heard from Brenda?

No.

Well, I suppose she's safe enough where
she is.

You be careful, Ruth.

This business with Paul Morris, I don't
like it.

I don't like it at all.

Don't joke about it.

I'm not joking.

You be careful.

Oh, there you are, sir. I got what you
wanted. Harry Joseph's keys to the

church. Were they in his pockets?

No.

No, what do you mean? Then where the
hell are they?

I don't know.

Don't you want to hear about Pauline's
bank account? Tell me on the way to the

church.

30 ,000?

That's what I said. Pauline took out 30
,000 in cash?

Yes. Well, that's enough to start a new
life.

It's certainly enough to kill for. Yeah.

But why kill Harry Josephs?

What are we doing now?

This is the killing ground, Lewis. This
is where they all die.

Not Mrs.

Josephs. That's where she'll be buried,
though.

No, you stay in the car. Keep your eye
on the door.

Hello, Ruthie.

What are you doing here?

I didn't hear you come in. Ah, you
wouldn't, would you?

I was here already, Fee.

I was up in the tower.

The wonderful view from up there.

I love looking down on things.

And people.

You can't stay here. Someone will see
you. No, they won't. I've locked the

There's no one here but us. Sit down.

I want to talk to you.

It's Brenda.

Yes.

I'm afraid so.

There's just the two of us left now,
Ruthie.

Oh, dear.

Oh, Brenda.

You or me.

It couldn't be anyone else, could it?

You are too, you bastard.

Are you all right?

Don't stop, Mr. Morse.

The view is wonderful from up here.

Come down.

Not much further.

Come back down. I want to talk to you.

Not much further.

Must have been hard work.

Carrying a body up here?

Look.

I understand about your wife.

And I understand about Paul Morris.

Why did you have to kill the boy?

The bastard took my wife.

What if I killed his kid?

Look, this is no place to talk it over,
is it?

It'll do.

I like it up here.

Look, now that won't solve anything.

That... That's no way out for a man like
you, is it?

You're not a coward.

You're right.

I'll fight to the end.

Not like falling.

Come on.

Let's go down.

Come on.

I'm coming. I'm ready.

I know about this, you see.

I was in the jungle.

Are you alright? I don't know yet.

Are you alright?

Why didn't you tell me the truth right
from the beginning?

I promised Lionel.

But after he killed himself... I didn't
know what to do. I

thought... I don't know.

I suppose I thought he'd left a note
which would explain everything, and then

Harry said... You were afraid.

Mr. Moore's okay?

Yeah, I think so.

I'm afraid you've been an accessory
before, during and after an act of

I know.

It's... Dean's prison.

You realize that?

You think you'll be able to deal with
prison?

Oh, I've been in prison of one sort or
another for years.

We were well off once, years ago.

Pauline paid for your mother to go to
Switzerland.

Yes.

And for the alterations to the house.

He was...

He'd been so generous. I... I know it
was quite wrong.

Absolutely wrong, but I... Your mother
will have to go to her home now.

Poor mother.

I only did it for...

Excuse me, sir.

The pathologists are right.

That's what a sodding awful life this
is.

If they don't take Morse off this case
in double quick time, we're going to

a new churchyard.

This is number five, isn't it?

Six. Really?

Must be something of a record for
Oxford.

Want to look at him?

No, thanks. I've seen enough.

The face is all right.

Doesn't look much like his brother, does
he?

What?

Swan Paul.

Simon Paulin.

Not much like the vicar at all.

That's not Simon Paulin.

What?

That's Harry Josephs.

See you tonight, babe.

Thank you.

Yeah,

apparently he had his hair cut very
short, dyed it black.

Change of clothes.

Dark glasses.

Still sore, is it? Hard to swallow.

Good beer, this too, dammit.

So you're saying that they were all in
on a conspiracy to kill Simon Paulan and

pass him off as Harry George?

Yes.

Paulan, Lionel Paulan, was at the end of
his tether.

He'd already been driven out of one
parish by his brother's slanders.

What slanders?

You don't want to believe everything you
hear, Lewis.

Paulan wasn't interested in boys.

Not with your idea? He wasn't even
interested in money, but he had it.

Lots of it.

And he told his favourite parishioners
what his problem was.

Now, they all did want money.

Paul Morris, he wanted a run -off with
Brenda Josephs and vice versa.

Ruth.

Miss Rawlinson.

She... Well, her mother was ill and...

And Harry Josephs, he wanted a new
start.

Away from his wife, away from his debts.

away from people whispering about the
collection.

And as he was a psychopath, he said to
Paul, what's the problem?

I'll kill him.

I'll kill your brother.

And he did.

All the others had to do was to swear
they were at a service that never took

place during which a church warden was
murdered.

Only he wasn't.

And a man that nobody knew except the
vicar was.

After it was all over,

Harry Joseph's hid in Miss Rawlinson's
brand -new flat.

I think I'll be more comfortable at home
tonight.

Come and finish your beer.

No, I'm off the beer.

I can't think why I... Never

read that, Lewis.

Waiting for Godot.

No, any good?

Oh, Lewis, waiting for Godot.

You should read it. It's a modern
classic.

And it had the answer all the time.

How's that, sir?

It's about two tramps.

We had two tramps.

One went into St Oswald, another came
out.

No, well, I still don't understand it.
Why did they have to kill Simon Paul and

twice?

Miss Rawlinson will tell you that.

Go and take her statement and then get
off home.

All right.

Good night, then, sir.

Good night.

Chastity and continence.

When did I ever have anything else?

Why did Paulan administer the morphine?

To make him unconscious, so we could
change his clothes.

It was Harry's idea, and he seemed to
know these things, how it's difficult to

change a dead man's clothes.

And Brenda was working at the Radcliffe.

She got hold of the morphine, you see,
and... And you observed all this? The

poisoning, the undressing and dressing,
the stabbing with the knife?

Oh, no.

I was in the Lady Chapel with Brenda.

Mrs. Joseph.

Then how did you know what happened?

Harry told me later.

I... I didn't want to know the details.

I just promised Lionel I'd say the body
was Harry's, if anyone asked.

And they did ask.

Was that not a very wicked promise to
make, Miss Rawlinson?

Yes.

But I was so sorry for Lionel. He'd been
so kind and...

Harry... Harry...

Were you in love with Harry Josephs?

Even so, Miss Rawlinson, you must have
known that it was a very...

dreadful thing that you and the others
are doing.

We're all born in sin or I wouldn't be
standing here today.

Come along, Mrs. Rawlinson.

Lunchtime.

Thank you, Ruth, but I don't really want
any lunch today.

Oh, you mustn't be like that.

We all have our crosses to bear, you
know.

Lionel Paulin was clever, but
otherworldly. I think he thought that if

a knife in someone's back, that would be
that.

But, of course, there's always a post
-mortem after every suspicious death,

of course, we were bound to discover the
morphine. And then you think Paulin

killed himself out of remorse?

Partly, perhaps, but mainly, I think,
because he realised we were on to him.

That's not a very charitable view,
Inspector.

I was there at the time, sir. And your
view of Mr.

Josephs is still more uncharitable, I
dare say, since he tried to kill you.

I try not to let my feelings influence
my investigation, sir.

What, in your opinion, induced Josephs
to murder the Morris's father and son

his own wife, Brenda?

Jealousy, sir.

Sexual jealousy.

With Lionel Paul and dead, Josephs felt
free to take his revenge on the man and

woman who'd humiliated him.

The boy.

Well, he couldn't be allowed to live
with his father dead.

It would have been the turn of Miss
Rawlinson next.

A great many murders, all committed by
the man we thought was the very first

victim.

I myself didn't realize his identity
until I saw the tie he was proposing to

strangle Miss Rawlinson with.

Exhibit F?

Yes, sir.

It's a Royal Marine Commandos tie.

Joseph's had been in the Marines.

Thank you, Inspector.

Inspector, you heard the conversation
between Josephson and my client before

attempted to murder her.

Yes, sir.

Did you, during the course of that
conversation, hear anything which might

considered by the court to be mitigating
evidence in the case against my client?

I did.

Will you tell the court what you heard?

I heard her tell him that she wanted no
more to do with him and that she was

going to go to the police and make a
full statement.

At which point he attacked her. Thank
you, Inspector.

Eighteen months, not too bad with
remission.

Final flyer. You'd be surprised.

I don't deserve it.

It'll be an open prison, I'm sure.

You're not listening to me.

an ulterior motive.

They do allow visitors in these places,
you know.

I'll come along and see you sometime.