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I'd almost given up on you.

You'd better come in.

Sir.

Well, well, well, you dirty devil.

Sandra Harrison?

You said tonight.

Can't you finish it tomorrow? I could do
with some comforting.

Everything else is in working order.

Lois Winstead. Sorry, sir?

Lois Winstead.

Right you are. No need to shout.

Work as you can.

Thank you, sir.

Anything? Not yet, sir.

Okay.

Make sure you get the... Yeah.

That's fine, I'll be strong, though.

Looks like a love letter

Time

to pump you up, good sir

You should start taking it easy.

I do.

I take it very easy from you.

Will you come and see me?

For some post -operative therapy.

I'm a terrible chatterbox, but I'm sure
you can think of a way to shut me up.

Lower Twinstedt? What, the Yvonne
Harrison murder, last year?

Bit of a dead duck, I thought. Well,
it's just quacked again.

Why are anonymous letters always written
in capitals, Lewis?

I don't know, sir. Why are anonymous
letters always... It's not a joke.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Sit down.

You should have looked longer in the
village to find out who'd done that nerf

thing. Yvonne Harrison, I mean.

The bloke you had...

Bullingdon on Friday.

Keep an eye on him.

A very close eye, if I were you.

P .S. See you in the Maidens if you want
to buy me a pint.

Genuine?

Not just some nutter? I don't know yet.

Wasn't this the Chief Inspector's case?

Yes, briefly.

I took it over for him.

I didn't think he was temperamentally
suited to it.

Well, I was away on my Inspector's
course when it happened. So you were.

Incidentally, sir, any news on that
front?

I've been waiting for quite a while, and
after all the effort I've put in... I

know, I know. Flying colours, too.

Very commendable.

But inspectors' vacancies don't grow on
trees.

Well, isn't more scope?

Oh, damn it, steady the buffs.

You've still got two more months to
serve.

Patience is a virtue, Lewis.

Yes, sir.

And he starts back tomorrow on full
duties, and I don't want you snapping at

heels. It comes to all of us.

Retirement, and it's never easy.

I thought you'd be looking forward to
all that golf, sir. What I don't want is

to be put off my stroke fretting about
an unsolved murder.

You want me to get in touch with the
governor at Bullingdon, find out who's

for release tomorrow?

Oh, I've done that.

And there's only one with a possible
connection with this case, and that's

Reb, habitual housebreaker.

He was sent down for a 12 -month, just
after the murder.

What's the connection?

Well, he comes from the Lower Swinston
area, and the letter was postmarked on

there.

It's a bit tenuous. It's a start, Lewis.

I want you to keep an eye on him. See
who he meets and where he goes.

And meanwhile, I've given the press boys
a sniff of something new.

I've kept it vague, nothing about the
letter.

But it might stir things up a bit.
Anyway, it's all in there.

How do you find Morse these days?

Well, he's not a well man, is he, sir?

No, he should have packed it in 18
months ago after that first scare.

Bloody obstinate.

And he's a bit grumpy at the moment.
There's no change there, then.

Oh, sorry.

Louis.

Oh, hello, sir.

I was just talking about you to the
chief super.

Oh, yes, sir. All good.

Well, Mrs Stinker, please report your
operation to reception.

Sandra!

You're looking especially fragrant this
morning.

Am I, Phil? I know.

Sandra. How many times?

No need for the silly old handle.

Select where it's due.

I've never been keen on over
-familiarity. I insist.

I really do.

Well?

I'll see you this afternoon, then.

Hmm?

Aren't you going to Dr. Wells' leaving,
too?

What? Is that today?

Oh, I promised to rehearse.

Noodle that I am.

He'd have to live with the
disappointment, I'm afraid.

I'm sure he'll try.

Lionel.

Yes?

Yes, Dad. I've just seen it.

Should I call Simon?

Good. Very nice, sir.

Very nice.

It's the one you gave me in hospital.

Oh, good.

Classical Charisma.

I thought you might like something a bit
lighter for a change.

Nice compilation.

It's very short.

And I play it as often as I can.

Oh, don't put it off, sir, if you're
enjoying it.

Coffee?

I can't stop, I'm afraid.

Is it something special?

No, no, not really.

Though, now you're here, I did notice
something in the paper about that

case. A bit of a wild goose chase, if
you ask me.

The super got the anonymous letter about
some burglar that's due out to

Bullington tomorrow.

Wants me to keep tabs on him.

I don't think a burglar killed Yvonne
Harrison.

Oh, there was a window smashed in.

And the alarm was going when the
husband, Frank, is it, found it?

Louis, she was naked.

gagged, tied to a bed with her head
bashed in and nothing was stolen.

Who is it, anyway?

Harry Rep.

Do you know him?

We've had a run -in or two.

He's nasty, but he's not that nasty.

Oh, none of her family looked likely,
did they? The husband, the son, Simon,

daughter, Susan.

Sandra.

Yeah.

So you think the break -in was just
coincidence, then?

Confusing, though.

Like that Butler alarm.

What about it?

Something. I can't remember now.

Still, it's your case, Lewis.

Now it is, yeah.

It was yours, though, wasn't it, first
off?

Strange mention, that, did he?

Impossible.

You didn't say why he took me off it, by
any chance?

No.

You must have some idea, surely, sir?

Strange by name.

How is Miss Settleton?

Adele? Back from Australia soon, isn't
she?

No. She's staying there.

There it is again.

New hobby, sir?

Well, I have a lot of time on my hands
when I retire.

Lovely little chap.

Now, where is he?

Good, I think.

Never too late to develop a new
interest, Lewis.

Something rewarding, absorbing.

It's a little girl, actually.

Immature female of the species.

You've impressed me, Lewis.

Which species?

Apatha domesticus. Is it?

Exoticism in an Oxford garden.

And all for a few nuts.

It's a common house, Sparrow, sir.

Idiot.

Sounds like a right royal cock -up,
Lewis.

Thank you. That's a great help.

I hope for your sake Harry Rep hasn't
come to any harm.

What? Why should he?

Stranger things have happened.

Look, look, think back.

Was there anything at all, anything,
however trivial, that happened whilst

were following this bus from Bullingdon
to Bicester?

That's got to do with it.

Rep was definitely on the bus as far as
Bicester. I saw him get off that one and

get on to the Oxford bus.

And it's non -stop.

Then he couldn't have been on the bus
when it left Bicester, could he?

Perhaps someone saw him and offered him
a lift from the bus station.

If they did, he never got home.

I've just phoned his wife, Debbie. I'll
have to see her.

If that someone saw him, then it was
either a coincidence or... Or that

was following him.

Well? There was a car got in the way and
went off to Bullingdon.

And it stayed between me and the bus
almost a bit there.

Colour? Registration?

I was concentrating on the bus, wasn't
I?

Anything behind you?

Behind me? It's not the pantomime
season, Lewis. Yet was anyone following

Not that I noticed.

The black car in front of you was
R309UHM.

Stolen two days ago from Gerrard's
Cross.

Close your mouth, there's a bus coming.

Are you saying you were following me?

I'd have seen you.

I wasn't in my own car. I used one of
the unmarked jobs.

Why?

I think a thank you first, don't you?

Thank you?

You muscle in without so much as a buy
you leave.

And you don't even do anything when you
see Rep getting into this stolen...

I didn't say I'd seen that happen. I was
surmising.

But you were at the bus station.

Yes.

Well, as you were answering an urgent
need for last night's football results,

was answering an equally urgent one for
a little micturition, as they'd say in

the Radcliffe.

Eh? I needed a pee.

Look, this is my case.

Yes, there's no need to get on your high
horse, Lewis.

Why are you so interested in it anyway?

A helping hand, that's all.

I'm not exactly wet behind the ears.

I'll be an inspector soon if... If
there's any justice in the world.

I'm not sure there is, Lewis.

Mr. Moore?

Dr. Weller's retired.

I'll miss him.

You're much prettier, though.

Very like your mother.

Did you know my mother?

She nursed me once.

Most attentively, too.

No sign of him yet.

He's probably down the booth now.

Can I come in?

No, you can't. It's not convenient.

We've had some unconfirmed information
that your Harry could have been involved

in a murder.

Harry?

He's a burglar.

Who's that?

An anonymous source.

Anonymous?

Like a letter?

I can't tell you, I'm afraid, Debbie.

That's why that other copper was asking
about a letter, right?

If Harry ever got me to post one for him
when he was inside.

What other copper?

Makes sense.

He wouldn't grass himself up.

Especially if he hadn't done nothing.

What copper?

Last night.

Moth, wasn't it?

Oh, I love them old cars, don't you?

It's a much higher reading than we'd
like.

How are your units?

I drink pint, not units.

Much to it, dear.

This is not something to be flippant
about, Mr. Morse.

You're a man who is very ill.

You do understand that.

I think two stomach ulcers gave me a
clue, yes.

I want you to be clear about this.

You will never, clinically speaking, get
any better than you are now.

Very possibly, you will get worse.

But if you minimize your alcohol intake,
there is a chance you will feel a

little better.

Maintenance, not repair.

At best.

It's up to you now.

Thank you.

Is there anything you'd like to ask?

You've been very frank.

There is something, Doctor.

Yes?

You know I'm a police officer.

Doubtless you've read in the press about
a new development in the inquiry.

regarding your mother's murder.

But you haven't asked me about it, have
you?

Why not?

Would you tell me? It's not my case.

Although initially I did see... I

was at the scene of the crime that
night.

It's something I'm trying very, very
hard to forget, Inspector.

Well, I'll just take the biscuit after.

Lewis? I'm sorry, sir, but what the hell
do you think you're playing at?

First you follow me, and then you...
Well, rather not then, but before.

You go round and question Debbie Reb
about her old man.

Where's your car?

All right, Lewis, you've made your
point. If I trot on your toes... In any

you should be taking it easy, shouldn't
you?

Probably, yes.

You really think something's happened to
Rep?

He was afraid.

I think he wrote that letter himself and
got Debbie to post it so that we'd keep

an eye out for him. Why not come
straight to us?

Harry Rep, go for help to the law.

He was hedging his bets, putting himself
under police surveillance in case...

Move you around.

You think another one's a good idea?

Think.

That's why I want it, to think.

I don't drink for pleasure.

Well, you're all right, aren't you, sir?

Better off than Harry Reb, I suppose.

At least I'll have a retirement.

Bird watching, Wagner.

You know...

You really should persevere with
Barnabas.

It's about important things.

Life and death.

Regret.

Cheer up, sir.

It's a lovely evening.

Look at that sunset.

entangling the sky.

How heavily it dives into the west away,

past touch and sight and sound,

not further to be found.

How hopeless underground.

Falls the remorseful day.

That'll do for now. You're in all day. I
might need to talk to you later.

Okay.

I hate to say I told

you so.

Time of death.

Dr. Hobson's examining him now.

Or the chief super just arrived to.

Double stab wounds.

No sign of a weapon, of course.

Cheer up, Lewis.

Could happen to anyone.

What could?

Taking your eye off the ball for a
moment, as you did with that bath.

I... They don't provide clothes, Peg, do
they? About taking my eye off the ball.

Oh, don't lose any faith over it. I
wouldn't.

Harry Repp was a cheap and nasty little
crook. You might be right. I know I am.

Good riddance. But the thing is, it's
not him.

Nothing in the pockets?

No.

Well, if it's not rep, who the hell is
it?

Search me. The name's Paddy Flynn.

I had him in for questioning on the
Yvonne Harrison murder.

You mean the taxi driver? Yeah, the taxi
driver, yeah.

He picked Frank Harrison up and up to
his station off the train from London.

Which was Harrison's alibi? Yeah.

Doctor? Oh?

Anything?

Jessica was in the last 24 hours and not
here.

Can't you be less precise?

On the side of the bed this morning.

Thank you, Doctor. Is that it?

Until the post -mortem, yes.

And it's no good sighing.

Did I?

When don't you?

Is there anything to indicate how the
body got here?

I'm working on two theories, Chief
Inspector.

One, it was dropped from a very low
-flying aircraft.

Two, it was driven here.

On the whole, I'd incline to the latter.

You deserve that, matey.

Just... Doctors, at the moment. Look, if
you're still not 100%, I can put

somebody else on this.

I'm as fit as a fiddle, sir.

Very well, you're in charge, then.

But if Paddy Flynn's murder does turn
out to be connected with Yvonne

Harrison's, then... If, sir? Yes, Lewis,
don't jump to conclusions.

Well, if it was just him, no.

But with Harry Rapp's disappearance...
Anyway, if there is a connection, and if

you ever feel this case is, um... Well,
if you...

If you don't feel up to par at any time,
then just say the word and I'll

understand, I promise.

If I stay here any longer, I'm going to
need a hose down before I address the

Rotary Club.

Cheers.

Coffee?

I like to keep going once I've started.

I know you do, John.

Wait till dinner time, then.

If it's all the same, yeah.

Well, you might have something nicer
than coffee to go with your sandwiches.

Oh, yeah.

What's that, then?

Surprise.

Well, it will be if Harry walks in.

He won't.

How do you know?

He's had a straight home as soon as he's
out.

Two days of boozers and betting shops
with Harry.

You don't know what he's missing.

How many people were in that car?

The one between you and the bus?

Who, I think? Man.

Could one of them have been Flynn?

Might have been.

They're on the passenger side.

Sir?

Location?

Is it rep?

Yeah.

Dad like Flynn.

Do you want to close the loop before Dr.

Hobson arrives?

Not much.

I would go home if I was you.

Well, you're not me.

I can cope here.

You might feel a bit fresher tomorrow.

Lewis, don't fuss.

Now... Now, the car was stolen, too.

The car was stolen, so murder was in
mind.

Assuming Flynn was the passenger, he and
the killer pick up Harry Rett from the

bus station.

Nobody reported a struggle, so he went
more or less willingly.

Now a man with Flynn's help kills Rett.

Oh, Flynn died first.

What? It takes two men to put a body in
a bag and dump it where they found

Flynn. Only one to heave a body into a
car boot.

There was something just too...

Just too pat about Flynn's

statement. He said he picked up Frank
Harrison at exactly 11.

The news headlines came on on the dot as
Harrison got into his taxi.

It was as if he'd been schooled in a
nice, simple answer by Harrison.

Bloody thing.

Nobody takes a blind bit of notice.

You think Harrison wasn't on that train?

The burglar alarm.

It should have cut out after 30 minutes.

But it was ringing when the area car
responded to the 999 call.

Yet according to Dr. Hobson, Yvonne...

Harrison had been dead for at least two
hours before she was found.

Perhaps Rhett broke in, setting off the
alarm.

Found her already murdered.

Why not steal the silver?

Panic? Somebody did.

I say.

Somewhere nice?

The Randolph. Dinner with the family.

Time for a little cocktail first, if
you'd permit me. I don't think so.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Excuse me.

So much for genetics.

I beg your pardon, Dinah. Your mother
had an unparalleled sense of adventure.

And there are occasions when sir is most
deliciously appropriate.

I wondered if you'd inherited her
characteristic.

Who'd want to kill Harry?

He was harmless, you know.

He put you in hospital, wasn't he? No,
but years ago.

That's good. That letter he got you to
post.

I never said he did.

We can check it for his fingerprints.

Yours too, if need be.

He never told me what was in it.

Kept my nose out of anything to do with
his work.

Was he working the night Yvonne Harrison
was murdered?

Well, he could have been.

But the way she was found.

Sex. And Harry.

Believe you me, I know.

And like that Yvonne.

Knickers up and down like a yo -yo.

Who says?

It was common knowledge down at the
Maiden's Arms.

Just because she lived in a posh house
doesn't mean she wasn't a scrubber.

It must have been hard for you, managing
with Harry in prison.

Managing?

For money.

Company.

Get used to it.

When you're ready, Chas.

Busy? Ish.

I'm just finishing off a little job for
Debbie Rep. Oh, she likes a man who's

handy with his filler, I've heard.

Your mind. Your reputation.

Yeah.

I'm doing a bit of roofing in the
morning. Burford.

Nice widow.

Go on.

Small.

Petite. Oh, yeah.

Blue eyes.

How old?

75, 76.

Yeah.

Perfect for you.

Coffee, sir.

Simon.

Coffee.

Thank you.

Just leave the pot, would you?

So.

What are we going to do?

Stop him, Dad.

It can't go on.

Sandra. It depends how.

You know how.

It's difficult for me.

For all of us. More for me. Whose
fault's that? Stop it. Well, it is.

The whole thing.

Anyway, you said he deserved it.

Sandra.

Well?

How?

Frank Herrick.

Hold on.

This is your mess.

You know damn well, Simon, if she hadn't
been so... Don't you dare.

Is everything all right, madam?

We're keeping it in the family.

There.

Paddy Flynn's bedsit.

£17 ,000.

And I spoke to Rep Building Society.

Cash deposits once a month for the last
11 for much the same amount.

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

Blackmail. I don't like the obvious.

I know you don't, but sometimes it's
just obvious.

I mean, where else would Rap and Flynn
get that sort of money regularly?

I'm starting just after Mrs Harrison's
murder.

Who were they blackmailing, then?

Not Frank Harrison.

Not the murder, at least.

Unless he got two colleagues and a
ticket collector to lie for him, he was

definitely on the 9 .48 from Paddington.

If one was dead by 9 .30, they're
probably still alive at nine.

Why?

Wasn't there a witness statement?

Someone who phoned the house at nine?

Got the engaged signal?

Yes.

And again about half an hour later, but
there was no answer.

She asked me to call to give her my
estimate.

Estimate? Just some building work.

Barrett?

Something like that?

Baron. John Baron.

There.

The preliminary autopsy reports on
weapon killing.

The knife.

Had a very sharp but short blade,
triangular, tentative conclusion, a

knife or similar.

But Yvonne wasn't stabbed, was she?

She had her head bashed in with
something metal and tube -shaped, wasn't

The length of piping, perhaps.

Why the sudden interest in John Barron?

Suppose he was lying about those phone
calls.

It was only his word for it. Perhaps he
was at the house.

Someone was enjoying themselves with Mrs
Harrison.

Why, Baron?

I saw his van near Debbie Rep's house.

She's having some work done on her
patio. I think it was more the bedroom

afternoon.

If Mr Baron is in the habit of doing a
little extra for his customers, women

customers... Oh, not Yvonne Harrison,
surely, sir.

A respectable married nurse having...
Well...

Kinky, rumpy, pumpy with a man she
hardly knows at her age.

It's not unknown, Lewis.

Well, let's get him in.

Sir?

Baron will keep till the morning.

Give me some water, would you?

Right, sir.

Just coming up at 7.

Later in today's programme, our
composer... Morning.

Good timing, Mr Barron.

You'd like a cup of tea before you
start, wouldn't you? I'm just letting

know that I'm here. I'll get on if it's
all the same. As you wish, my dear. You

will be careful up there, won't you?

Hey, don't you worry about me. You go
and enjoy your tea.

Yeah, I'm all right, love.

Did

he

have any kiddies?

Do you know?

I don't know, Mrs Benny.

Oh, I hope it wasn't me putting him off.

I'm sure it wasn't your fault.

You, um, you didn't actually see him
fall?

No.

One moment he was there.

That runner would have seen it, though.

Runner? Yes, you know, jogger.

He'd have seen it happen, or she.

You can't tell these days, can you?

Brand new.

If one of these did kill Rhett and
Flint, it's gone now.

If it did.

Well, you seemed pretty certain last
night, eh?

Where would Baron get enough money to
pay them off, though?

Over £30 ,000.

Unless he didn't kill Mrs Harrison and
all three of them were blackmailing

whoever did.

Great minds, Lewis.

They meet up when Rep gets out of jail.

Let's say there's a falling out among
thieves.

Flynn is stabbed and the split is two
-way. Then Rep is stabbed and Baron's

the golden goose to himself.

Until the goose turns nasty.

Frank Harrison?

It can't be him.

Is there anything in here that could
have killed Yvonne?

These?

I'll get them down to the lab after all
this time.

Of course, people do fall off ladders.

I mean, nobody saw anything, did they?

Mrs. Bailey did.

Sorry, everyone.

Twenty -two.

Twenty -one.

What a naughty nurse you are.

And you know what naughty nurses
deserve?

Dr.

Harrison, I was hoping to have a few
words.

Certainly. On my part, yes.

Good afternoon, sir.

A glass of Chardonnay and I'll have a
large tonic water. No, I...

Certainly, sir.

Do you know a man called John Barron?

By sight, a builder. He did some work at
my parents' house once, I believe.

He died this morning.

Oh.

Did your mother know him well?

As well as one knows one's builder, I
imagine.

He lived in the village?

My mother didn't have the time for
village life.

She was far too busy.

I assume she didn't need to work.

They were quite comfortable, but she
liked her independence.

You lead a busy life, too, I expect.

Radcliffe can be pretty hectic.

This morning, for example, I was in it.

Oh, must have been seven o 'clock.

Just to catch up with the correspondent.

Seven. Afraid so.

Luckily, my admin assistant's an early
riser, so she didn't mind putting in the

extra couple of hours.

How did Mr Barron die?

He fell from a ladder.

Was he?

Did he suffer?

Death was instantaneous.

Though one can imagine...

a certain anguish in the second or so he
took to fall.

It probably seemed much longer to him.

Yes.

By the way, you don't happen to know
where your father or your brother were

morning, do you? You'll have to ask
them. I must get back.

Bird watching?

Yes, Chief Inspector.

At Duncan's, yes.

I'm often out there before I open up in
the morning.

Hoping to see the red kite.

Still hoping, as a matter of fact.

Not much luck so far.

You're a keen twitcher, are you?

Clean picture.

Twitcher.

You're a keen bird watcher.

Sorry.

I'm getting worse. Should have kept up
with my lip -reading classes.

Yes, very keen.

I went all the way to Llandudno last
year to see the kite.

You had to until they introduced a few
at Stoke and Church.

You went alone this morning?

If I was, I went by myself.

Mind if I browse?

Help yourself, Chief Inspector.

Crime section.

How much for this?

A dabble.

See you.

Roy, make us a coffee. There's a good
boy.

Busy, all right?

I thought you might fancy a pint.

How is Frank Harrison?

Smooth, in a word.

Smooth secretary, smooth officers,
smooth answers.

Was he in London at his usual time this
morning?

According to his staff.

Did he seem surprised about Baron?

Seemed, yes. But he is in public
relations, after all.

And when I mentioned that we thought
Baron might have been blackmailing

he couldn't wait to offer me a look at
his bank statements.

And?

Nothing that I could see.

Where are we going?

I thought we might offer ourselves to
the warm embrace of the maiden's arms.

Lewis?

Yeah, I know it.

All right.

Thanks.

Looks like your maiden will have to
wait, sir.

The red... Top, like it said in the
paper. That's what made me think.

I didn't see who it was, but I can tell
you some of the car number.

Because it was the same as my first
three lottery numbers.

Five, eight, nine.

With a J before them. And I'm a Julia,
you see, so it sort of stuck.

A J for Julia.

Thank you. Thank you. You've been most
helpful.

Don't door me.

Thanks very much.

Yeah, J589YCY, registered to Simon
Harry.

Who wouldn't know a red kite from a red
cabbage?

It's Lendubry, not Lendubno.

A slip you might well make if you were
concocting an alibi from the first thing

that's in their hands.

Thames Valley Police have confirmed that
they're questioning a man in connection

with the death of a local builder.

John Barron died today when he fell from
a ladder in Burford.

Mum, you've got to take me down to the
police.

No comment, Mr Harrison.

You make up some story about being in
Stoke -on -Church this morning to watch

birds. You lie to a police officer and
you say no comment?

No comment.

Were you in Burford this morning?

Wearing these?

I am showing Mr. Harrison some clothes
that were left at the charity shop on

High Oxford.

Mr. Harrison is shaking his head. Is
that a no or a no comment?

It's a no.

Comment.

Are you prepared to answer some
questions about the murder of your

year?

Why not?

Go on, tell him.

Go on.

Don't have a drink, yeah?

My mother was wonderful to me.

Loving.

Protective.

Not much fun having to start wearing one
of these when you're a teenager.

But she'd always listen to me.

And I to her.

We got used to sharing confidences.

When she was murdered.

Yes.

Look, Chief Inspector, it was me in
Burford this morning.

Thank you, Mr Harrison.

Now perhaps you'd tell me why.

Because John Barron murdered my mother.

And I had to kill him.

Right, I was in Burford this morning on
my bike.

And I'm riding down the street and I see
this geezer up a ladder right at the

top. He'd been to the shop yesterday to
give me an estimate for some decorating.

And he mentioned he'd be in Burford this
morning doing a roof or something.

So I grabbed my chance.

All I had to do was kick the ladder as I
jogged past.

But there's this other geezer out
jogging, but, like, he's coming from the

way. But then I saw this kid on his
bicycle doing all these stunts.

You know, the sort of thing.

He almost ran into me just as I got near
Baron.

So I gave him a wide berth and carried
on past.

I don't think I hit the ladder hard,
like I just sort of caught it, but it

down and the geezer came down with it,
hit the ground with his head.

Sorry.

Roy? It's a pretty furry mess, Morse.

First you've got Baron murdering
Reverend Flynn, then you've got Simon

killing Baron, and then you've got, who
knows, oops -a -daisy, that was Roy

Holmes with his bike. And that was an
accident anyway, so you have to let both

of them go.

A coroner's going to have fun with that
lot. And where does it leave Yvonne

Harrison? Suicide?

She wasn't killed by Baron that much.

Almost sure of.

Simon Harrison thought she was.

All he knew is they were having an
affair.

If you call it that.

What does Lewis think?

Lewis? You do take his opinions into
account sometimes, I hope.

Teamwork, Morse.

Is that all, sir? As long as you're
sure, you're on top of this case.

I can always arrange for you to take
things easier until you go.

If you prefer it.

Thank you. No, sir.

Wagner Lewis?

Parsifal. Yes, I know.

Vienna Philharmonic, conducted by the
name Knapersbush.

Well, thou art a man of taste.

Keep it up.

Incidentally, we pronounce it
Knapersbush.

Right then. I'll try and remember.

The right shape.

Right size.

A bit heavier than I'd thought.

Might have killed Yvonne Harrison.

But did it?

I'm not a detective, North.

How about an informed guess?

Certainly not.

I inform you and then you do the
guessing. That's the usual procedure.

Any joy with the blood in a stolen car?

Two different blood groups.

Flynn and Rep.

Pretty widespread, as you'd expect, from
their wounds.

And both groups evident in the prints
that were lifted according to Dad's.

Prints which mostly belonged to John
Barron.

If you ask me, then, see, John Barron's
accident saved us a lot of trouble.

Is that what they teach on the
inspector's course?

How to save yourself trouble.

Not got long to go now, have you?

At retirement.

Oh.

You thought I were speaking as a doctor.

Supposing you were?

He's not my patient.

You care about him, don't you?

He doesn't make it easy.

Maudlin Bridge was built in 1772 and
spans the River Charwell.

The bridge draws on the classical
tradition of Oxford architecture.

Now, everybody, it's time to go.

Come along now, please.

We're

moving

on now. Tea and woodstock.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you were
with us.

Well, you were wrong.

In essence, then, you apportion your
estate equally between the Young

Scholarship Fund, Miss Adele Cecil of...
in Australia, and your

colleague, Sergeant Robert Lewis.

As far as leaving your body to the
Radcliffe, you'll have to get a form

them. Though they're not obliged to take
you when the time comes, a fluctuating

demand for cadavers, apparently.

Unless you go from something especially
exotic, I imagine.

Right to the top of the heap.

I doubt I'll manage exotic.

Banal, I suspect.

Oh, yes.

No service of any sort, religious or
otherwise.

Expressly forbidden.

Baron's widow, Linda.

Debbie Repp, you know.

Frank Harrison.

Weddings and funerals, they loosen
tongues in my experience, so eyes and

Lewis. Certainly.

Paddy Flynn's widow.

Josie.

Not another apparent conquest.

Did the man ever do any work?

In the midst of life.

Mr. Harrison?

Inspector Chief.

Inspector Morse, sir.

Yes, you spoke to me at the house when I
found my wife.

That's right.

Well... A good turnout, as they say.

Don was well liked in the village.

They're a tight little community.

I'm sorry about Simon leading you that
silly dance.

He and his mother were very close.

Do you believe Baron Kilder?

It's quite possible, isn't it?

He could have been lying about phoning
her when he said.

I did, by the way, know about their
goings -on, before you ask.

Did your daughter?

She does now.

Weren't you angry with your wife?

We'd been married over 30 years.

And one was a woman of considerable
appetite for life.

And you, Mr. Harrison?

Once upon a time.

You're wild out, aren't we all?

Excuse me, Liz Holmes used to be our
cleaner.

I think she must be feeling so dreadful
about what's happened.

Hello. Hello.

There.

Mrs Flynn.

I'm sorry about your husband.

Me too, in a way.

Even if I did throw him out. Mrs Flynn
was just telling me how well she knew

John Barrington.

Listen, I met John through Paddy.

Well, there are so many just, you know,
do it for you.

Fit. Funny when it's called for.

Imaginative.

Well, Paddy fell three out of three.

The money that was found that your
husband had? Oh, no. No idea.

Good luck to the poor sod, though.

He'd needed it soon enough.

Not a sniff of work after the taxi's
acting.

Why was that?

He was going deaf.

Couldn't hear his radio.

Paddy never had a rich daddy to set him
up in his own little business.

Do you know Simon Harrison?

Paddy did.

Lip -reading classes.

For all the good it did him.

Hello.

Oh, sorry, little fan.

Josie Flynn. Oh, thank you.

There's a little something at the
Maidens, if you'd like to join us.

Eyes and ears.

Yes, sir.

You'll have to give me a ride in that
car one day.

She's cheery for this sort of do.

What was Sandra Harrison's alibi?

For her mother's murder.

She said she spent the evening in her
flat because she sprained her ankle at

work. You all checked.

Quite a serious sprain, according to the
casualty, yes?

I wonder how deaf Paddy Flynn was.

Why, sir?

Would he have heard the barge alarm,
even if it was ringing?

My husband played the field, Mr. Moore.

No point pretending he didn't.

Still, I knew what he was like when I
married him.

I wondered, Mrs. Byron.

I don't want to upset you, but...

Did it ever cross your mind that your
husband might have been deliberately

killed?

Before I knew it, it was an accident.

First thing that went through my mind.

Jealous husband.

One of his bits that wasn't getting
enough.

Spread himself thin, did John.

Your boss ought to keep his hand on his
apron.

Manny to that one. He even used to wear
poor old John out.

Occupational hazard for Barron, from
what I hear of the bloke. Good job he

fit. The only time I knew his strike
rate to go down was when he had his op.

Funny, that.

He was never a worrier, John.

And that's how you get old, isn't it?

Worry.

Where were John Barron in hospital?

Down the redness.

Castrol thingy. Yeah, if you say so.

Chad, two more of them single malts,
please.

Make them big ones.

Get the chill out.

You're much more fun than your sergeant.

Is he waiting for me?

Tim, you're enjoying yourself.

Cheers.

To you.

Inspector. See?

You keep the secret.

Confidentially, Debbie.

We suspect John Barron killed your
husband.

Why do you think I came to see the
bastard go six foot under?

Whatever Harry did, he didn't deserve
that.

Go on.

Drink up.

What did Harry do?

Go on.

Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow.

What is it? For tomorrow never comes?

No, what is it?

I don't remember.

Harry.

Are you just talking to me because you
want to know about him? No.

I think I do know.

He was there that night, wasn't he?

Never talked to a copper, Harry said.

Does it matter now?

Three men dead, three widows, and poor,
poor Yvonne.

He was going to do the house.

But when he saw John go in, he cleared
off sharpish.

Then he heard about the murder and
thought it was John who'd killed her.

And threatened to blackmail.

But John told him he'd seen who'd really
done it.

And so had Paddy Flynn.

So they all got together and made a lot
of money.

Except Paddy and Harry kept going on all
the time at him for more.

John must have had enough.

Lost it with them.

And?

Who killed Yvonne?

clever one.

All John said to me was, um, a bit of
class, darling.

You wouldn't tell Aaron either.

Quite right, Lewis.

Time to go.

You are clever, though, aren't you?

For what it's worth.

A bit early, isn't it, Roy?

What?

What's dead long ago and pardon took its
place?

What?

That it?

I just hope you weren't stoned at
Burford that morning. No, not at all,

How old are you?

Sixteen? So?

How old were you when you started
drinking?

This is illegal.

Albeit a pathetic little slap on the
wrist quantity.

Spend your money on something better.

Like a book.

You can't afford it.

No.

Right.

Ask Sergeant Lewis to come and see me,
would you please?

Yes?

Why did you tell me you only knew John
Barron by sight?

I'm very busy, Inspector.

Barron was your patient, wasn't he?

Is that how it started?

How what started?

Your affair.

I think you're confusing me with my
mother.

A terrible shock, finding her in bed
with your lover.

Yes.

I imagine I'd have killed her if Barron
had been my lover.

If I hadn't been at home with a sprained
ankle.

Which one? The left.

You drive an automatic, but a taxi's...

John Barron

stopped being a patient here two years
and three months ago.

I've been here 18 months.

He'd have seen the late Dr Chowdhury or
Dr Whale. And he'd have met the Lionel,

of course.

Now, unless there's anything else?

Changing offices.

Changing hospitals and countries have
accepted a rather attractive post in

Vancouver.

When do you go?

Soon.

Please don't leave the country without
telling me, Doctor.

If you insist.

Your mother was very good to me while I
was in here.

My mother was a perverted whore.

Thankfully, in Canada, I will no longer
come into contact with a man who

delights in reminding me of that fact.

and insinuates he'd like to do to me
what he used to do to her.

It's difficult for me, you know.

But I'm going to show you something.

And what you do with it is up to you.

So? I've always tried to play it by the
book, you know, ever since I joined the

force.

Now I'm going soon, and I want to sleep
soundly without worrying about something

I should never have done.

I'm afraid I acted improperly for the
benefit of a fellow officer.

It was only to save him embarrassment
and...

This was found in Yvonne Harrison's
bedroom on the night of the murder.

You'll know the handwriting.

has to do some quiddling with her
diapason.

So we'll take a break here and go into
Imperidesim after. That was wonderful.

Hidden

talents.

I know.

It was, I'd say.

Why? Yvonne Harrison, Solano.

You're wearing a policeman's helmet,
then?

Yes, as much as I enjoy forays requiem.

You sing the libera mei with
considerable feeling, if I may say so.

You may.

Libera mei domine. Set me free, Lord or
Master.

Let me go, master?

Is that what you like to hear her say?

Dr. Harrison's obviously been spilling
the beans.

You're not shocked, surely?

Her mother and I shared a mutual and
loving interest in the erotic dynamic of

power and submission.

Kinky, rumpy, pumpy is what my sergeant
would call it. Snappy, huh?

You're looking a bit peaky, you know.

Late night.

Am I really a suspect?

Why on earth would I kill the source of
a great deal of pleasure?

Perhaps she'd had enough of you.

Enough?

Yvonne didn't know the meaning of the
word.

As you must be aware.

We didn't just play our games. We did
chat at halftime.

And she...

Told me all sorts of things.

Her men, her husband's women.

Not that she was in a position to mind
about that.

Except for the child. I rather think she
did mind about him.

The child?

Well, Frank's by some woman in
Swinstead. He must be 16 or so now.

Yvonne didn't like Frank keeping in
touch, giving him money.

Do you know his name?

No.

Ray. Oh, Roy.

Yes, Roy.

By the way, I was in Oswald for a three
-day conference when the murder

happened.

And yes, she did tell me about you.

But don't worry.

No details.

I would rather be ill and nursed by you
than to be in full health and never see

you again.

You were right when you said you
detected a deep longing in me.

I have waited for you to get in touch,
as you promised.

But there's been no phone call, no
letter, nothing.

If it was just something you said to
keep your patient happy, then so be it.

All I can say is that for me... Yes,

Lewis, Roy Holmes.

Bring him in.

Conspiracitive about the Court of
Justice, to start with.

I'll call you later.

Ah!

They're very good here, you know.

They did wonders for my brother when he
had his heart attack.

Oh, yes.

Top doctors, all the right facilities.

Morse's heart, though.

As if he hadn't been through enough
already.

Oh, why didn't he retire when he had the
chance?

Scared, I reckon.

Scared? Of what his life was going to
be.

Yeah.

You better have this back.

Why didn't he tell me to... He's always
been an independent, Sir Lewis.

If he had told you about it, he would
have felt that he was letting himself

in your eyes.

And he didn't want that, Lewis.

He didn't want that.

I'm only allowed a couple of minutes,
sir.

Hey, pillow's a bit skewiff. Do you want
me to... Lewis, don't fuss.

What about Roy Holmes?

Well, his father kept him in pocket
money if he tipped him off about Baron's

whereabouts.

So when Baron mentioned that he'd be up
a ladder in Burford, Roy phoned his dad.

Then once we'd arrested Simon, Roy was
sent by his father with a story about

bike to get Simon off the hook.

We're picking up Frank and Simon
Harrison now.

And Sandra?

Dr. Harrison, sir.

Yes, Lewis.

Her alibi.

The murder weapon.

Harrison 2R1S.

Vancouver, yes. That's it.

Yes, Lewis.

Thames Valley. I'm on my way.

Yes, she's checked in. They're going to
stop her at the gate.

Well, get your skates on then, matey.

I'll stay with him.

I never said sorry.

But I am.

So am I.

Sandra.

I didn't quite catch that, Moss.

Thank Lewis.

A casualty if you do with a metal crutch
on the day of your mother's murder.

They keep very good records at the
Radcliffe.

Why did you never return it, Doctor?

You know why.

Sergeant Lewis, Thames Valley car on its
way.

John was supposed to be coming round to
my flat.

But he phoned to say he was working
late.

I could tell he was lying.

So I dialed 1471 with my parents' house.

He was a man you had to share if you
wanted him at all.

And I wanted him ever since he did some
work at the house.

You are still under caution, Doctor.

He must have heard my car coming and
panicked.

I saw him run out into his van and drive
off.

And he saw me.

When I got upstairs, I mean the others.

Yes.

Sharing.

But this was my mother.

My mother.

Like... Like some little gusting
pornographic... To the

truth of a smile of satisfaction.

So I... Smashed a skull in.

Then called your father in London to
tell him what you'd done.

And when he arrived, he broke the window
to set the alarm off and then paid

Flynn to tell us that it was still going
when the taxi arrived.

It was the best he could think of.

Except Flynn stayed watching until he
saw me coming out and now he knew.

Then John asked for money to say he'd
try calling her twice that night.

More and more money.

They'd had to sell the silver.

Dear, dear.

You don't understand.

No. Morse will.

Inspector Morse is dead.