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Jesus is the Lamb of God who taketh away
the sins of the world.

Happy are those who are called to his
supper.

solitary examinee.

Are you feeling up to this, Victoria?

Thanks, I'm fine.

Time to hand over your charge.

You may turn over your paper and begin
writing.

What do we know about St.

Xavier's College, Lewis?

Well, what's happened?

A sudden, suspicious death and burglary.

Excuse me.

I'm Mrs. Garden. I need to speak to
someone.

Keep going, Ruth.

Are you by any chance a chief inspector?

No, madam, I'm a detective sergeant.
That was the chief inspector. We're on

urgent business. I have urgent business.

Not only urgent, but highly confidential
and serious.

This is WPC Louise Bright. Why don't you
grab a cup of tea and have words with

her? I never touch tea.

Nice looking, but Mrs. Gardham's in.

I like women a bit plump myself.

Well,

Valerie's got the slimming bug, doesn't
she?

She's going to a class regular.

It was an introductory promotion at
first.

I told her.

You like her a bit plump, yes.

She just left communion service in the
chapel.

It's high, isn't it, Savior?

High?

It's always about the same high, Church.
Back on the job, Lewis.

She was writing furiously, confidently.

I thought, we've got another first here.

Another first, Dr. Corden? Start first,
possibly.

I'm not supposed to... I mean, well, it
hardly matters now. But the

word was that she'd done extraordinarily
well in the other papers.

Why was she sitting this paper alone?

Because of her accident.

Ah, yes, the bandages.

What happened?

She fell off her bike a week ago on the
cobbles outside the gate.

She spent three days in hospital.

It looked at first as though all her
efforts would be wasted.

So there had to be special arrangements.

Yes.

I'm not sure if you're familiar with
Oxford practice in degree examinations.

Familiar enough.

And you probably know that when a
presenting candidate is prevented from

an examination due to illness or injury
at the authorised time and place, the

rule is the provision must be made for
that candidate to attempt the same paper

within a specified time afterwards and
at a place authorised by the examiner.

Excuse me, sir.

The pathologist would like permission to
move the body quickly.

Well, what does he think?

He's stumped us.

It might be poison.

Poison?

Right -o, Chief.

Go and take a look at the room. Okay,
that's it.

The post -exilic era.

A divinity examination, sir?

Yes.

That particular paper, I imagine, would
have brought out the best in her.

She was a trained historian like me.

She achieved her college fellowship on
the strength of her historical work.

Then why this qualification in divinity?

Look, I think you'd better talk to
Lance.

Lance Mandeville, our college chaplain.

Chief Inspector Morse.

How do you do?

Retiring chaplain.

I'm about to retire, Chief Inspector.

and to hearken on the fat of rams for
rebellion is as

a sin of witchcraft this is the time and
the place

Should be the man, by rights.

How much did you say he'd taken off?

Eight stone.

Not exactly pretty, though, is he?

We had a man three years ago. No, make
it the girl.

The girl's more popular with the
punters.

That's right, Pound Shedder, come back
again.

Remember, this is the big one. This is
the chance of a lifetime.

This declares the Pound Shedder of the
year.

Come on, let's get back down.

And next time, when you go out, really
sell yourself.

Come on, let's... Right!

Let's have one more promenade, shall we?

Before the final selection. And
remember, it's not just about losing

It's about looking good.

So, you left the chapel just before nine
and went direct to the senior dining

room after the service.

Miss Dolphin?

Miss!

Who is this myth?

My name's Hilary Dobson. You can call me
Hilary or you can call me Dobson. I

have no title.

What?

Come on, then, Hilary.

Let's take it one step at a time, can
we?

You saw Dr Hadlett into her exam and
then came straight back here to wait for

her. Yes!

How many times do I have to say it?

And you reckon there's a whole load of
files and papers gone missing?

Everything!

Everything's gone!

Yeah, it's a book.

Do you have a light, Lewis?

A research.

Notes on a book about the early English
martyrs. And everything to do with our

movement. All our meetings, our plans.

That's what they were after, of course.

Can we go back a bit? I saw him. I saw
him on the staircase.

Victoria was so gentle.

You're losing me, Hilary.

These records you're talking about...
I've archived everything on the Pax

Why don't you ask Sam off the Incense
and Lacey Frogs Brigade?

Well, one has over the years met most of
death's representations.

Suicide, accident, slow, inexorable
decline.

Murder?

No, never that.

Victoria Hazlitt was, in any case,
beyond your comfort.

Yes, absolutely.

She was an unusual young woman.

Very young for a college fellow.

The youngest ever, I believe.

And unusual in her aspirations, what
were they?

I'm sorry?

Her aspirations.

I was in no sense a confidant.

Just because I operated, as it were, in
the same general field, it doesn't

follow that...

In the course of your investigations,
Chief Inspector, you will no doubt

privy to college gossip.

No doubt.

Dr. Hazlitt aspired to ordination in the
Ministry of the Church of England.

She wanted to be a priest.

Exactly.

You don't approve of the ordination of
women, sir?

Well, my approval or otherwise is of no
consequence.

Ministers of the church are the
inheritors of a tradition, the spiritual

descendants of Christ's apostles.

All the apostles were male.

So were all the doctors in the first
century A .D., but we seem to have moved

on. Look, it's more complicated than
that.

I don't intend to argue theological
points.

Is there anything more I can do for you?

Dr. Haslett took communion here this
morning before she went to the

room.

Surrounded by her supporters, yes.

Her supporters?

Two deacons and two deaconesses.

A couple of them also hold university
appointments.

Well, there's...

Some kind of informal group or
organization. They run a hostel of what

be called fallen women.

Some of whom were in the congregation.

I imagine they'd be concerned about
their friend sharing in the examination.

Following her accident.

Rather impressive, rallying around like
that.

Impressive or provocative.

I don't understand.

Those women have never seen fit to
present themselves en masse in the

chapel before.

Four of them wore clerical dress.

Since they were ordinary communicants,
that was an affront.

And they don't approve of the form of
service we use.

Now, why should they make a show of
their solidarity today?

Yes.

Why should they?

Well, I can only suppose it to have
been, on general terms, a political

statement, quite out of keeping with the
spirit of the sacrament.

You were assisted by the Reverend
Geoffrey Boyd at Communion?

Correct.

Where's he likely to be?

Huh?

Sure, I don't know.

In his room?

In the vicarage, perhaps? That's St.
Bride's on Collett Road. He might be

anywhere.

I'm sure we'll find him, sir.

Robson claims the Reverend Geoffrey Boyd
ransacked the dead girl's room.

She was a bit hysterical at the time,
mate.

She wouldn't thank you for the
hysterical tag, Lewis, if she's as

the cause as she claims.

What's the matter with hysterical?

It's what men say about women.

Well, I say it about the death sergeant
when he's on the rampage.

Yes, well... And the porter says there
was a scout sent over from Belford

College with a suitcase to deliver.

Didn't see him leave.

Both would say they know nothing about a
scout or a suitcase.

He's got to be our man, hasn't he?

But why?

What was in that room that anyone would
want to steal, let alone kill for?

If it was a killing.

Yes.

She must have been a lovely girl, that
Victoria Hazlitt.

For some we loved the loveliest and the
best.

I want Boyd.

There's a call out, eh?

And I want a sensible report from the
Pat Lab.

I couldn't take her seriously somehow.

I mean, they're... What is it, a
Catholic and a cigar?

Even before she started roaring, she was
a bit intense.

A bit holier than thou.

She is holier than thou, Lois.

Say that again, will you?

The chemical reaction produced by pain
-killing tablet.

Communion wine.

Communion wine.

And one other substance, or what is it?

What do you mean you don't know?

Well, yes, of course, if you need to,
take expert advice.

Troublesome.

What's the pathology budget, Lewis?

Don't know.

Big? It's not big enough, apparently.

Victoria Hazlett's stomach contents have
defeated the resources.

They've been handed over to a
specialist, an endocrinologist.

It happened to expert witnesses. Yes, it
happened.

Delays happened.

Could be poisoning, then, eh? Could be.

Let's assume it is for the moment.

Not very prepossessing, is it? They're
supposed to do a good job, though.

How about I send them cases sometime?

Don't you reckon you know all this about
women going into the church?

It's no big deal. The Methodists have
had them for years.

I reckon we're seeing a particularly
Oxford view of things, Lewis.

Extreme images.

God as a pretty old don nitpicking his
way through the liturgy versus God as a

muscular girl guide.

Please,

Chief Inspector Morse, Detective
Sergeant Lewis.

I'm Emma Pickford. Please, come in.

Geoffrey!

Geoffrey!

Can I start by taking the list of all
your names?

There are 12 residents and 5 members of
staff.

We combine our duties here with church
work, and in some cases with other jobs.

And we each act as counsellors for
particular residents.

Victoria was responsible for Irene
Saunders and Dinah Newbery.

I think you should see Dinah first.

May I come in?

about this, Miss Leaguerie. I won't keep
you long.

My name is Morse.

Just tell me, why weren't you at the
service with the other residents this

morning?

I slept in, didn't I?

You know, I don't go to that kind of
place.

What kind of place? Church?

This is full of people looking.

I didn't want to let her down.

Victoria.

People look at me and nudge each other.

They distract attention.

She didn't leave me on her side.

She seems to have been on your side.

She didn't suffer, did she?

much to report, sir.

Yes.

I think I'll save you another encounter
with the cigar and the catheters.

Get back to the college.

Forensics should be just about finished.

See what they've turned up and check
that a sample of that communion wine's

sent for analysis.

Some tea out there, sir?

Yes. Sorry, Lewis.

I'll be through with the hot water.

I'm Irene, by the way.

Let's start with the examination
procedure.

A candidate who sits the paper late must
on no account get to see the paper

beforehand.

How is this achieved?

There's a system of chaperones.

The candidate is under supervision day
and night until the paper's been

completed. It was a formality in
Victoria's case.

So she was never alone from the time of
her accident until her death.

Who were the chaperones? Is there a
list?

I expect so.

They were all members of the university
staff.

Hilary and I both did shifts.

You were trusted, even though you were
friends of hers? We were on oath.

I said it was a formality.

Who took the final shift as chaperone?

I did.

I slept in her room on account bed last
night.

And there was nothing unusual, no
disturbance in the night? Nothing.

We said prayers at 10 .30 and put out
the light.

I slept like a log.

Oh, for God's sake, we all know who's
behind this.

We know nothing of the sword.

That's it, Sergeant.

Just off.

Did you get anything?

Not much. Only this, really.

What is it?

Exam paper.

The post -exilic era. It was under the
mattress on the bed.

We'll do it for prints, but I'm not
hopeful, though. I'll let you know.

Okay. Quick if you like.

Oh, Roland, what about the communion
wine?

Nothing doing.

How do you mean?

They knocked a whole bottle off.

Apparently the clergy have to finish any
wine that's been consecrated.

I never knew that, did you?

Swigged it down, cleaned out the chalice
and put the bottle with the other

empties. A bit sharpish, weren't they?

Chaplin says it's normal procedure.

Empties returned on Monday, just like
the rest of us.

Chief will want to know why you didn't
follow that up. We tried, Sergeant, but

the whole consignment had gone through
the washer by then.

Yes.

Tell him what's been going on around
here.

Well, someone should tell me.

Jane, there was an attempt to get the
lease on this place wound up. We traced

to a consortium of Geoffrey Boyd's
parishioners.

We were refused representation on an
ecumenical committee for no good reason.

There's more, lots more.

We started keeping a record.

Is this true?

Yes.

We were going to submit it to the
bishop.

Submitting?

Naturally.

Why now? Why this morning?

Time's running out.

Haven't you heard? I'm up for
Mandeville's job when he goes.

I'm on the short list for the chaplaincy
of St. Xavier's.

But then so is their candidate, Desmond
Kelly.

The interview's on Thursday.

Now tell him about the bike and the
accident.

It was my bike, Morse.

Victoria was riding my bike that day.

Her own was off the road, so I lent her
mine.

She was going from the college to the
examination school on the high.

She hit the cobbles outside the gate and
came off.

It looked as if... As if?

It looked as if it was the brakes. We
don't know for certain.

One of the students wheeled the bike
away while we looked after her.

He swore that the cables had been
severed and that one of them had snapped

she tried to pull up.

I'm sure you checked.

I would have done.

Only the bike disappeared.

That's perfectly true.

We all searched afterwards, but there
was confusion.

The ambulance arriving, people crowding
round.

Your bike.

Are you saying... Someone meant me to
have an accident, yes, Morse.

If they'll do that, they'll do anything.

Even murder.

You don't understand.

Victoria would not cheat.

What was she doing with a copy of the
exam paper?

She wasn't doing anything.

I helped her make her bed in the
morning.

Don't the college servants usually do
that?

Not for Victoria.

In the Pax Group, we have rather strict
rules about performing menial tasks for

our health.

There was nothing in her bed except her
nightdress.

Then we folded my bed away.

Hilary brought us coffee.

The turnout...

At the chapel yesterday, to me now, it
seems less like an act of

affection, more like a gesture of
defiance.

I know.

I wasn't happy about that either.

But we agreed to abide by the vote.

Yet you were helping to compile a record
of the other party's dirty tricks.

You must have had suspicions about
Victoria's accident.

Since her death.

I've let go of suspicions.

I sincerely believe the truth will
emerge, eventually.

I hope I can live up to that belief.

Is the application for St. Xavier's
chaplaincy another gesture of defiance?

Not exactly.

We tested the ground first and realised
we had more to report than we thought.

Then, when Hillary appeared on the
thought list, we knew.

Will you excuse me, Chief Inspector?

Morse, Judge Morse. Yes, I have a class
in half an hour.

You teach, too?

Part -time in the Italian department.

Summer school's the next month. Lots of
Venetian teenagers.

We can't wait for Skywalk to McDonald's.

Children? Two boys.

It only sounds like 50.

Is there a Mr Pickford?

There was. He died three years ago.

I'm sorry.

He'd have been proud of your
achievements.

My achievements, for what they're worth,
grew out of the pain of his death.

What did I say about staying in bed
until you're better?

Pin him down, Marcus, will you? And
quiet!

If there's anything else, you let me
know.

I will.

Oh, Emma.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what I... Victoria's
painkillers. Did you see her take them

Sunday night?

Yes.

Except in the morning, she said she'd
woken with the pain about three and took

two more.

Are you sure of that?

Certain. I'm sorry, I'd forgotten.

And the pills were there when you left
for the chapel?

Yes. Both bottles. I saw them.

Look what I've brought you and you're
running away from me.

Cracked ribs.

A broken wrist.

Damage to left knee and shin.

Concussion with bruising on the skull.

So after a week, she'd still have been
in considerable pain. Yes, certainly.

She was discharged with a supply of
tablets.

How many?

Fifty. She'd have come back for a second
prescription.

We don't give them out in large amounts.

A couple of bottles?

Oh, one bottle more likely. It depends
on the pharmacy's stock at the time.

I'll talk to the pharmacist. Very good.

Let's look at the timescale on this
case.

Suppose one of them, Geoffrey Boyd, say,
went into Victoria's room after the

service and planted the examination
paper.

The room must have already been turned
over.

And does that mean he knew it would be,
or was he too hell -bent on his own

business to care?

Hell -bent about it, I reckon, on both
sides.

Really, Lewis?

What, the exam paper, the bike, the
accident?

Those women turning up at the chapel to
put the evil eye on him?

Why hasn't Boyd been found?

His mates, washing away the communion
wine.

There's a lot of hate in it, one.

I keep wondering why, you know,
Christian feeling comes in.

Yes, the wine.

Boss?

Who's speaking?

I'd like to speak to the professor
himself.

Then get him to call me as soon as he's
back, thank you.

That was our expert witness.

Or rather, his lab technician, his
minion.

What about the test?

Inconclusive so far. The extra substance
looks like an amino acid that occurred

naturally in the body.

Victoria Hazlitt seemed to have more
than her share.

Oh, come on, Lewis. Let's do something.

Anything to report?

Irene had a prolonged bout of hysterics
this morning. I felt like joining in.

And Diana's done a bunk again.

Dinah? When?

Sometime last night.

No one sought to check her room.

You should have called me.

I was supposed to see her this
afternoon.

She'd raided the fridge again.

Oh, come on. She's done it all before.

Not for weeks.

Not since Victoria was dealing with her.

Where do you think she's gone?

I don't know.

And how would you without the case
notes?

Which they've stolen. We don't know
that, Hilary. So not now, please.

Let's wait.

At least until you've got your feet
firmly under the high table. Look, I'm

sorry, but suddenly all that seems
deeply unimportant.

Surely it's more important than ever.

We have no choice.

I'm not happy about this, Clark.

Who said anything about happiness?

I haven't been happy since I was an
undergraduate, and even then I suspect

was an illusion.

Duty is what matters.

Duty is a rather movable feast, though,
isn't it?

I mean, it's a matter of interpretation.

Duty is fixed.

Duty is to do with the greater good.

I thought we would result on the greater
good in this situation.

Look, I want the chaplaincy.

Some Thursday you may have it.

Only a fool would knowingly allow an
obstacle to remain in his path.

Jeffrey! Jeffrey!

They saw us coming.

I wouldn't have stabbed them, would I?

With fake prey?

Not a couple of vickers.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah. Thank you, sir.

Yes. Yes, all right. Bye.

Why the air of Stygian gloom?

Think of it as providential.

I can't, Freddie.

I've got to pull out my reputation's at
stake here. Your reputation's at stake

anyway. What?

If you do pull out, I mean.

You say the fat woman's on the loose
again?

Who listens to fat women?

Especially when they have no evidence.

Mr. Boyd always goes about this time of
year.

End of term.

Whereabouts in Yorkshire?

I don't know, hopping all over.

He sent me a postcard once from Beverly
with a minster on it.

Do you still have the note he left you?
No, I threw it away last night after I

read it.

I'm paid to tidy up.

Where he will let me.

When do you expect him back?

Two weeks, maybe.

Depends how the fancy takes him, maybe
longer.

He phones me before he's coming, and I
open up the house for him. Let us know,

will you, Mrs. Hume, the minute he
calls.

Whatever you say.

I knew there was trouble the moment I
seen you.

Trouble? He hasn't been too well lately.

Overworking. I thought maybe he's had an
accident.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Nothing like that.

No, Joyce. Not on the cause of death.

Perfect thumbprint, though, on the
examination paper.

Trouble is, we've got nothing to tally
with it.

But I'd like to bet if we looked in
there, no chance of getting a warrant at

moment.

Could be all above board, this, couldn't
it?

I mean, Boyd might have just popped up
to Yorkshire.

Although you'd think Mandeville would
have told us that's what he usually

He knows we're looking for him.

Mandeville volunteers nothing.

My stuff in the vestry, the kettle and
everything, could have made themselves a

cupboard before they went into prayers.

One plate, one knife, one cup.

No, no, no. They're all afraid of
something.

Get in, Lewis.

We've got to start showing results.

Pull over, will you, sir?

What?

Oh, no, Lewis.

Three o 'clock. I missed me lunch today.

We're heading for lunch.

I don't fancy liquid.

I need me packing.

Please, no speculation about the winner.

All will be revealed in a couple of
days.

Mr. Gould. Sorry, that's the end of the
press call. I'm Emma Pickford. I work

for the Pax Hostel for Women.

We have a mutual acquaintance.

May I talk to you in confidence?

I wish you could see my itinerary.
Please.

Not a moment's space till Thursday.

Let's discuss it on Friday.

Make an appointment.

See my secretary.

What's yours, sir?

Cotton chips.

Double chips.

Double chips.

Two points, sir.

Funny place to keep your family, no? Oh,
she's not family.

Looks like she likes her chips.

Yeah. There is somebody looking for her.

Left this reminder half an hour ago.

You don't know, do you?

She has been here sometimes, but not
recently.

Who's looking for her?

Oh, I'm clean.

Really? It's one of them women from that
hostel. Good looking. Wear the portion

collar. But not the funny one with the
cigar.

No,

I don't know her.

I'll keep an eye out, though.

Thank you.

Excuse me!

I've been eating you after all.

I beg your pardon?

It's you, isn't it?

That voice on the phone.

I'm sorry about that. I would have
apologised.

This is different.

Help me! Indeed I will not.

I've been to the authorities about you,
you know. What's the need?

We'll see.

Now you leave me alone. I want no more
of this. You and your rep.

Come on, Kemo, cheer up!

Don't go!

Don't go!

Don't go!

I mean, it's got to be important.

Searching for her that hard, dishing out
a picture.

They're responsible for her. They're
conscientious women.

I know, but... But what?

Well, they could have informed us.

I mean, she disappeared last night.

Straight after the news of Victoria's
death.

She spent the previous night in the
hostel.

She wasn't at communion in the morning.
She had no contact with Victoria.

Haven't you finished?

Yeah.

Give me my lost fish and chips.

Val says she won't have them in the
house once she starts this slimming

Chief Inspector Morse.

Oh, yes, I spoke to you this morning.

Ah.

Professor Braddell's just asked me to
call you back.

What about time? Tell him I'm here,
would you?

Someone's been pouring money in?

Where's it come from?

There's never any shortage of funds for
this kind of research.

No wonder the humanities are being
elbowed out.

Chief Inspector Morris?

Please, come around.

Hi. Good to meet you.

Certainly be giving us the runaround
today.

Oh, yeah.

What do you do here normally?

We design formulas for medication.

All this, um... It's nothing to do with
that break -in, is it?

What break -in? A week ago.

It was nothing.

Nothing went missing.

A broken window, that's all. Some
druggie maybe trying his luck.

You should have reported it. I didn't
want to waste your time.

I don't now either.

I'm only sorry I can't help you. I
really am.

I've never seen anything like this
before.

A substance that precipitated cardiac
arrest, you say?

Well, in conjunction with the substances
already present, yes.

The painkillers and the small amount of
alcohol and wine, they acted on one

another. The system went into overdrive,
in effect, and then blew a fuse.

The painkillers were standard type?

Oh, sure.

Perfectly harmless in regular doses.

She took an extra dose in the middle of
the night.

Really?

There wasn't a great deal of it around,
but then these things can be flushed out

very quickly.

If this were a poisoning... No, I can't
buy that.

The poisoner would need a postgraduate
degree in endocrinology to bring it off,

and even then... No.

The stuff, whatever it is, got in there
by accident.

Or she may, in fact, have produced an ex
-best of that particular amino acid

naturally within her own body.

When will you know for certain?

We can only keep testing.

Sorry.

You're new to Oxford, I believe, sir.

The brain drain in reverse.

I was honored to be invited.

In spite of, forgive me, the difference
in salary between an American and a

British professorship? What's money
where there's honor?

I get by. I have consultancy work.

Who knows, maybe you'll use me as an
expert witness again.

Who knows, sir?

Well, it's been a great pleasure meeting
you.

I'm Hank, by the way.

Goodbye, sir.

I'll be in touch.

Elements, photographs,

pills, a bicycle, and precise cause of
death.

It's Morse.

Has Dinah Newbury been found?

No. She wouldn't be capable of, well,
hiring someone to do

a burglary.

Dinah?

You met her.

She's a poor soul, Morse.

What was likely to have been in
Victoria's file about her?

Counselling work is absolutely
confidential.

Good night, Morse.

Good night, Emma.

Morse. Still a total blank.

He can't be found in Yorkshire.

I don't like it, Moose.

Nor do I, sir.

Don't start any of that fencing with me.

Where did the press report come from?

The same source as your anonymous tip
-off.

I can't deal with this.

Knocking up Mando.

It assumes a connection with a crime, a
connection you haven't made yet. He's

withholding information, sir.

I've been looking at him on and off,
checking.

He spends most of the time down at his
knees.

And that's where you'll be. I'm telling
you, if you don't make this stick.

The thumbprint on the examination paper,
sir, we've had confirmation it was

Geoffrey Boyd. At least it matches the
print we find at the vicarage.

All right, so Boyd was obviously barmy.

But Mandeville isn't? No.

He's clever.

There were seven or eight of them on the
job last night, weren't there? Why

didn't you bring them all in?

We have their names, sir.

Desmond Kelly and some theology
students.

They've undertaken to make themselves
available if they needed.

The Reverend Dr.

Mandeville insisted they were all acting
on his instructions.

He volunteered that, did he?

That's all he's volunteered so far. I'm
seeing him again this morning.

Oh, don't you keep him a minute after 12
o 'clock.

Unless you're charging him.

All right.

The room you saw, Lord, it was only
evidence of the stress Geoffrey had been

under recently.

Where is he?

I am not at liberty to tell you, but you
do know.

You won't be at liberty at all unless
you give me an explanation.

Have you never heard of a priest's duty
to respect a confidence?

But that's not what we're talking about
here, is it?

What about this threat that Boyd was
supposed to be under?

Well, he had heavy parish duties as well
as his college work.

He was conscientious with his students.

This is no doubt he allowed this woman
question to get somewhat out of hand.

Only somewhat?

Do you know what I think?

There was nothing in that room last
night that wasn't implied in the first

conversation I had with you. He just
gave it some substance.

Visited him there, did you, sometimes?

Of course not.

He only saw visitors in his study.

I was more than shocked by what I found
there.

The man was ill.

Now, there we agree.

But no one becomes as ill as that,
suddenly.

There must have been signs. Why didn't
you and your friends act sooner?

I acted when I saw fit.

I say you acted to protect the interests
of your candidate for the chaplaincy.

As I explained in my statement, I wanted
to avoid any possible misunderstanding

of Geoffrey's character or motivation.

He was essentially devout and humble.

Was he involved in Victoria Haznett's
accident the week before her death?

I know nothing of that.

And nothing of the fact that someone
clearly spent a night in the chapel

recently.

The vault?

Are you familiar with the terms of
church architecture?

Below the altar, as opposed to the
vestry. Beside the altar. We've been

thorough.

And you know nothing, of course.

About the bogus scout from Beaufort who
removed Dr. Hadlet's papers from her

room.

This is absurd.

Is it?

I intend to find Geoffrey Boyd.

Get rid of him.

You'll remain available in Oxford like
the others. I rarely leave Oxford. I

stake my oath that Geoffrey is neither a
murderer nor a thief.

And may God forgive you, Chief
Inspector.

I doubt if your God would have much
truck with the likes of me.

At least I hope he wouldn't.

Ta -da!

There was a big surprise

in store for one of the detectives
investigating the mysterious St

College death and burglary last night.

When acting on a hunt, he disturbed a
hornet's nest of plants.

It can only do us harm.

How? You know, Oxford.

We'll find it based on tabloid
publicity.

The opposition will close ranks and
gather support.

I doubt it.

We're finished.

I don't want us to win on those terms.

What does it matter?

It's what we've worked for.

Anyway, Wynne is a bit premature.

There are three other candidates.

The only two that matter are you and
Desmond Kelly.

No word from Dinah, I suppose.

That's not her style, making contact
first.

She'll just materialise one day in her
old tutu solid dress.

The sooner the better.

You're not worried, are you?

It's not as if he can do us any harm, is
it?

Is it?

I'd like a word with you.

I'm sorry, I'm late for work. It won't
take a moment. Just listen.

Shove off. I don't know you.

Just wait a minute.

Please, just help me.

Give me a hand. You just

stormed past your final club, that's it.

Mrs Gardham should be after us. Keep
your mind on the job, Lewis.

Mandeville's stalling, so we'll
embarrass him further. Find that bike.

What, Hilary Dobson's, you mean?

No ghost, sir. We agree. Get hold of
Hillary Dodson. Take her with you.

There's thousands of bikes.

Right. So think. If someone wanted to
hide a bike, wouldn't he pick a place

where it could be camouflaged by dozens,
maybe hundreds of others?

There's usually plenty around the
colleges.

They're usually gone by the evening. One
left would stand out.

And the Pax women checked on that
themselves.

No, no, no. Where's the heaviest
concentration?

The station, Lewis.

Start with the station. All those bikes
left there day and night while their

owners take trips to London and back.

The station's only half a mile from St
Saviour's.

OK. Do you say so?

Oh, sir.

What is it? It's a bit person -like. I
need to be off duty on the dot tonight.

The mother -in -law's not available and
Val's dead set on going to this slimming

promotion. It's a special... I don't
need to hear the details.

I don't often ask this.

Square up to the case, Lewis. Maybe we
can both be off on the dot.

Fair enough.

Chief Inspector Morse!

Chief Inspector Morse!

Good morning, Morris.

Good morning.

I'm not sure whether I should be pleased
or alarmed when I see you.

I'm only pleased when I see you.

I, uh, I wanted to call you and prepare
you for the news, but, uh, I got caught

up in the red tape.

I wish it could all be a bit more human.

Low -key.

Sensationalism always obscures the real
issues.

I'd like to talk to you about the real
issues.

No. Not if you prefer to talk over
dinner, but I know I would.

Yes.

Sounds like a nice idea.

I'm sorry, I don't often get asked out
for dinner.

I can't think why.

There speaks a man who's never seen me
in my Catholic and dog collar.

I won't wear them, of course.

Wear what you like.

When? Tonight?

What about babysitting? Well, there's
always Francesca. She au pairs for me. I

teach her English.

And, uh, Jim is more or less over his
tonsillitis.

So, yes, tonight.

I'll pick you up.

7 .30?

7 .30.

Steady on, Hank. It's almost over. She
tried to corner my lab technician.

Largest life.

Much larger, surely.

I know it was that woman.

She's helpless.

Forget it. We have a deal to clinch.

Do your well -informed stuff. Be
authentic.

This is blackmail, Freddy.

I wish you'd realize we've done nothing
wrong.

Unlike the naughty Vickers.

Did you see the paper? Don't remind me.

Why this now?

Why don't you have Mandeville locked up?

Routine police work, Miss Hillary.

I have work to do.

Looking for Dinah Newbury?

No, not especially.

I have Evensong, and then I have to
memorise some notes for my interview.

What are the odds on you landing this
job?

Evens?

Five years ago, they'd have been nil.

Progress?

Yes.

Even St. Xavier's can't avoid it
completely.

I don't know, there's a panel.

Eleven academics and clergy.

Four of them are implacably against us.

They're waiting for lightning to strike
the chapel room.

Three of the others have stated they'd
welcome a woman.

I believe four in the balance.

What do you do if you lose?

Go on.

Target another college.

So you...

Putting together a power base, then.

Dead right, Lou.

You seem very godly somehow.

Well, we have to make our voice heard
from the positions that are open to us.

Emma grasped that early on. She's a
brilliant tactician.

Do you mind if I smoke?

No, no.

Look,

this is dusty searching.

I'll go and have a word with one of the
staff.

No, no, no. You stay.

Enjoy your...

Smoke.

Inspector? Chief Inspector, I'm still
here.

Please, Chief Inspector, I won't keep
you long. I've left my coma with Mrs

Harrison.

I'm about to go off duty.

Beautiful flowers.

Roses.

My mate Hoffman used to say I should be
surrounded by them.

Sergeant Lewis told you there's been a
development?

I'll give you 30 seconds, Mrs Garland.

I know you're very busy, so I've brought
this for you to look at. Then we can

have a proper talk tomorrow.

Put a little note inside explaining
things, but I don't want anyone but you

see there are legal implications.

I'll remember that.

Are you sure you won't take just a tiny
peep now?

Claire!

I've got it.

Come have a look.

I'll say goodbye, then.

Breakable cut.

Not been touched, sir. I had my gloves
on. Well done, Lewis.

Brilliant. I'd say it's worth a
promotion.

There was a porter there.

Said he'd noticed it had been parked up
for a week in a corner.

Never been moved.

Get it over to Forensic. I doubt if
they'll find any prints. It's been out

the open for a week. You never know.
There might be something under the

maybe under the handlebar. He'd have had
to grip it to wheel it.

You're quite sure this is your bag,
Hillary?

There's no question.

Look.

This is my son Christopher.

Victoria gave it to me before I made the
short list.

I'd like it back as soon as you've
finished with it.

Before my interview, if that's possible.
We'll do our best. Have you forgot your

flowers? I've left my particulars on
your desk. We'll have a good talk

Nice flowers, isn't it?

Yes.

Nothing else for tonight, then?

No, you're after us.

Thanks, sir. I appreciate that. I may
not be so accommodating in future.

Point taken.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Have a nice time yourself.

Emma's got a date tonight, too.

Cheers, then.

Still no sign of the elusive Geoffrey?

No sign.

I'll keep my ear to the ground.

Well, even so.

Morse? You found the bike, then?

Lewis found it, sir.

So it's not much of an advance, is it?

Are you still out to get the clergy?

Someone who is capable of causing an
accident is capable of arranging a

and performing a murder.

If it is murder, we don't know that, do
we?

There is another thing, sir. I'd like
permission to change the expert witness.

What's that, Briar Dale?

Get another opinion.

You're mad.

He's the best there is. So everyone says
I'd like to try the second best.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

What's this joke going round the office
about a bunch of flowers?

It fits.

You an interpreter at the United
Nations.

That's where all this style comes from.

Style? What style, Lord?

You're a stylish woman.

With a rare vocation.

Well, if I'm honest, that's partly
deliberate.

Defeating the stereotype.

I like clothes.

I wear earrings. I paint my nails like
any normal woman.

I hope other normal women get the
message.

And after New York?

Marriage to a young professor.

Children.

How did it end?

Cancer.

It took him two years to die in great
pain.

And was that when... I mean, did you go
through some sort of conversion?

No.

It was more a gradual recognition of...
that something was waiting for

me.

I mean, I gave up going to church in my
teens.

Rebelled, I suppose, against what I saw
as snobbery and hypocrisy.

Then it changed when I wasn't looking.

Later, when I needed it, there was
suddenly this amazing source of

Doubt is like me. You would say that the
strength was already there within you.

Oh, it's been all of it.

The trick is allowing it to prevent
itself.

What about you?

Sometimes, when I'm listening to
music...

Two practical things.

First, why won't you let us help you
find Dinah Newberry?

Who told you she was missing?

My sergeant picked it up.

She'd be terrified of the police.

Give me until Friday.

If she's not back by then, you can pull
out all the stops.

If you're sure.

Quite sure.

Your second practical thing.

You mentioned that there were two
bottles of painkillers on Victoria's

table in the morning, you said.

That's right, yes.

So they must have been there the night
before.

I suppose so.

I'm sorry, I can't get a clear picture.

But you saw her take the standard dose
before she went to sleep?

Yes, I poured her a glass of water.

Thank you.

That's the end of the interrogation.

But if you do remember any more details,
just call me.

Call me anyway.

There you have the value of saturation
advertising linked to a specific

promotion.

Every member of this audience is leaving
with a new goal.

Any image of herself?

Or himself, of course.

Not all of them pound -shedders of the
year, perhaps, but... Your ma 'am's

to be pleased, isn't she?

Turning up to give her a lift back.

Yes, she is.

Never standing around waiting for a buck
or a tack, do you?

Oh, here they come, then.

Oh, man.

We'll reach a peak. Two or three peaks
after the announcement is up.

We'll see your ma 'am, though.

Morning, sir.

Morning, sir. Good morning.

Morning, Ruth.

It's out of my hands, Freddy. They
brought in a second expert witness.

I hope you took that as a monstrous
affront to your integrity.

Just remember, there's a perfectly
reasonable explanation.

How's your security? More than adequate.
It better be, after the trouble last

night.

Dinah Newberry.

Yes, sir.

I tried phoning you at home till after
twelve, must have been.

I was out.

Are you quite sure?

Yes.

We could put out a call for her now,
couldn't we, sir?

She was creating a disturbance.

We'll leave it for the moment.

I'll ring Emma at some point and tell
her.

Putting a lot of trust in her judgment,
aren't you, sir?

My own judgment, Lewis.

We'll be getting another angle on the
cause of death soon.

Then we'll review the facts.

In the meantime, you'd better look into
this stuff from Mrs. Gardham.

Give it to the appropriate officer.

Morse? No, not yet.

Thank you, that's interesting.

We'll look into that.

Goodbye and good luck.

You're welcome.

That was your favourite cigar -smoking
cleric, Lois.

She suggests we take a ride into the
country.

Henry, we're ready.

I've just been having a word with Morse.

Morse? He's one of the good guys, Morse.

I thought Christopher arrived this
morning with a policeman on a motorbike.

I thought he rated a thank you.

Yes, he is one of the good guys.

No, look, sir, you can't ignore this.

Mrs. Gardham was getting telephone
calls, started three weeks ago, then

A woman telling Mrs. Gardham she was
about to be found out.

Threatened her in person yesterday.

Found out? Mrs.

Gardham is a fat boss.

You've got slimming on the brain, Lewis.

Page 11, she says. You'll behold me as I
was in my carmy days.

What year is that thing?

1979,

we all had our palmy days then, Lewis.

Blimey, what a difference.

You must have piled on five stones
since.

Pound shedder of the year.

Lewis, we're supposed to be reviewing
the facts of the Victoria Hazlitt case.

There's a fact here, sir.

And remember, whatever happens, we've
all acted for the best.

All of us.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Would you like to follow me, please?

Dinah Newbury again.

I've got to be honest, I never liked the
way we left that thread dangling.

Point taken, Lewis.

She's got a grudge against the Think
Thin people because she's got fat.

Like Mrs. Gardham, they were both
champion slimmers.

An eating disorder.

She started getting disruptive.

Phoning people up and that.

Until Victoria Hazlitt took her on.

And after Victoria died, she started
again.

Her file was in Victoria's room.

So was Emma.

All night.

Yeah, well... I think we should go over
Dinah Newbury's known movements again.

We'll get a car out to take you back.
See Mrs. Gardner first.

Macy? Yes, you, Lewis.

And check with the Think Thin
organisation.

Find out if they've had any trouble
lately.

There's a legal matter involved.

Well, then, let's have it.

They make you sign a paper, you see,
when you become Pound Shedder of the

to say that you'll never involve the
Think Thin organisation in any publicity

not sanctioned by them. What does that
mean?

Basically, it means that if you, well,
fill out a bit, like me, only it's

glandular with me.

I ain't next to nothing.

Yeah, go on.

You mustn't be photographed or give
interviews or anything.

It's bad for the organisation's image, I
suppose.

They take you over, body and soul, for a
year, and then they drop you.

I see what you mean.

When did Diana Newbury first get back in
touch?

Was that who it was?

You didn't know?

I didn't recognise her.

I never really had anything to do with
her, apart from handing the sash over at

the end of my year.

Well, whoever it was said that I'd been
photographed in my present condition.

She'd made a... What did she say?

A dossier.

Dossier. And it was all going to come
out in the newspapers.

I didn't want the Think Thin
organisation to imagine that I'd done it

Or they could sue.

It's the Reverend Jeffrey Boyd, isn't
it?

Chief Inspector Morse, Thames Valley
Police.

Do you understand, sir?

We know about the examination paper and
the bicycle and a few

other dirty tricks.

Have you anything to say?

So? About Victoria Haslam's death?

Who brought you here?

What exactly do you think you're doing?

Thames Valley Police.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

Come out of there at once and leave my
patient alone.

I'm sorry, I'm making inquiries.

Then you will make them to thin air
outside the gates.

I could compel you to cooperate.

You ridiculous man, of course you
couldn't. I answer to a much higher

than the Thames Valley Police.

Please go.

Ironic, isn't it, sir, that you should
end up surrounded by women?

To far die living with harlots.

I've just left the Reverend Geoffrey
Boyd, sir.

Oh, where did you leave him?

In one of your comfortless cells?

No, sir, I left him where I found him.

He wasn't comfortable, though, at least
not in his mind.

I'd say he'll be in torment for the rest
of his life.

You might have saved him that if you'd
acted sooner.

The fact that I didn't may well be my
lifelong torment.

There's definitely something going on
with that Think Thin lot.

I've just been on to a couple of the
session leaders, and I'd say they've

told to keep quiet.

One thing I did find out, though, the
whole outfit's about to be taken over.

There's a press conference this
afternoon down at the health farm.

And there's another thing, too.

They've got a new consultant as part of
the package, Hank Briardale.

Briardale?

Get it, Moss!

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Did you find him?

Yes. How did you know he was there?

One of my contacts from the sick
visiting network.

I'm just glad it all worked out right in
the end.

I only wish Victoria could have been
here.

It's not the answer.

Yes, Lewis, get on to HQ and say I want
a check on Bridale's American background

and ask if that lab report is through
yet. I just want to have a look.

I wouldn't say that. She lied to you.

The little lad.

The one that had tonsillitis.

Jeremy. Yeah?

Smashing kids, both of them.

But he happened to say his mum had let
him come down out of bed Sunday night to

watch the cricket highlights on the
telly. He couldn't sleep for being

Anyway, I saw the cricket highlights
Sunday. They didn't even start till 11

Then he says she tucked him up and lay
on the bed with him.

So... So she couldn't have been with
Victoria as she claimed from Sunday

to Monday morning?

Right.

Sorry, sir.

Must have been a wrench for her to leave
the kid when he was ill.

She waited until Victoria was asleep,
after the painkillers, then left.

She came back in the morning to wake her
up.

Yeah.

Only Victoria had taken the second dose
in the meantime.

Some other pills, by mistake.

Pills that were brought by a late
visitor.

Dinah Newbury with a file?

But how would she have got in? The
college would have been locked.

Someone spent the night in the chapel
vault.

Can you expect more?

Bravo Alpha.

More. Message for you, sir. Go ahead.

And so,

ladies

and gentlemen, we are handing over the
entire Think Thin organization

in as fit condition as we hope to
achieve with every single one of our

clients to the Health Incorporated
Foundation of America.

A chain of slimming clubs, a thriving
magazine, and this,

the aspect of which I am most proud, the
Think Thin Health Club.

At a time when a whole new revolutionary
approach to the concept of

slimming is opening the door. It was a
metabolic stimulant.

The unidentified substance.

What is it Flimus really was?

And thin without dieting. Exactly. And
how is that achieved? They can't get

with amphetamines anymore.

They could find a way to raise the whole
metabolic rate.

Please, everyone, after a long and
creative association, I come to my last

pleasant duty, which is to name the
Pound Shedder of the Year for 1990.

Dodie achieved a weight loss of seven
stone ten pounds. She has

also recovered her girlish vital
statistics of 34, 23,

35.

Terrific, Dodie.

And here, the handover of her title is
last year's champion, Marvin and Clyde.

Dinah, this isn't the way.

Come on, Dinah.

Let go of the knife.

Give me the knife, Dinah.

Come on.

It's all right now.

It's okay.

We'll go on working together from where
Victoria left off.

I know. I know. I know what you've been
through.

I lied to you, Morse.

I know.

I'm obliged to take you in for
questioning, Miss Avery.

It's all right.

I'll go with her.

Come on.

It's okay now.

Everything's fine.

I can't think why you made such a fuss
about appropriating those pills, Chief

Inspector. We'd have given you as many
as you can carry.

They contain a harmless metabolic
stimulant developed by me in the United

and produced in my laboratories here.
The formula is made up by a highly

reputable pharmaceutical firm. The
stimulant is present only in minute

You should have read the small print,
Inspector.

What's envisaged is a trial made up of
think -thin volunteers very carefully

screened for their suitability.

and won't be available to the public for
some time.

I think we'll find, when we check with
your pharmaceutical firm, that the

prototypes weren't harmless.

As you discovered when you examined
Victoria Hazlitt's body... The tests

incomplete.

I defy anyone, even your other expert
witness, to prove what you're implying.

This is rather going to tarnish your
honour in Oxford, isn't it? Why didn't

report the break -in at your laboratory?

You must have known it was these new
pills that had been stolen.

If that girl is a thief as well as a
potential killer, why are you wasting

questioning us?

It's outrageous.

Tell me, sir, what did you do when you
discovered Miss Newbury might upset your

plans? You were the private investigator
who then usefully posed as a college

scout and retrieved the evidence.

I shall be writing to the Chief
Constable.

I've arranged for Dinah, Miss Newbury,
to be released into your care, pending

her appearance in court.

Thanks. Come in, Dinah.

Everyone's waiting for you.

No, I'll just sit out in my room.

Oh, you've got a new room? Next to mine.

I only think of the walls, Beth.

And we've got a jogging school together.
And you're on it, so I'm sorry. We'll

get that flag off you.

Come in, Mors.

No, I can't, sir.

Yeah.

I'll, uh, need a revised statement from
you.

I'm prepared for that.

It seems that Dinah had compiled some
sort of dossier on what she thought were

false claims in the Fleming business.

She took it to Victoria on Sunday night,
along with the pills.

They had some sort of conversation.

Although Victoria must have been pretty
drowsy from the painkillers.

And took an extra dose from the wrong
bottle.

The Fleming pills were not fatal on
their own. That's the point.

So we can only get Galt and Briardale on
minor charges.

And the takeover?

I'm sure that Health Incorporated will,
what's the expression, maximise their

profits. My guess is that Galt and
Briardale will die rich.

What about Dinah and the other victims?

They won't die rich.

Victoria didn't die rich.

No, no, she didn't.

You should have told me, Emma.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I was going to, after Hillary had done
the interview.

But if the rule about chaperones was a
formality... Even so, you know.

You saw... You saw what we were up
against.

I wrote in my report that your absence
was understandable because of your son's

illness.

You're known around here as one of the
good guys, Mort.

What will you do now?

I would like to go on working with
Dinah.

I broke the rules. I'll offer my
resignation to the Pax Group.

Maybe rules were accepted.

Remember me?

I'm Irene.

What a kill, sweetheart.

We've got beer and we've got orange
juice.

No, no, really, I can't. Please, stay,
Irene.

Well, in that case...

I'll have the orange juice.