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Yeah, I love that.

Keep your hands up, Artie!

Hello?

The decline and fall of the Iron Curtain. Or should that be Milo Hardy's

academic promise?

Oh, come on, I won't mouth off on that.

Oh, it's still in decent working order by the look of it.

The domino effect is well described, but you're thin on the reform movements and

you're very weak on East Germany.

How did a country with the most feared secret police in Europe collapse in 24

hours?

You should talk to Richard Helm for first -hand experience of that.

Again, please.

Again. By next Wednesday.

If you work hard, you might still straighten up a second.

Here we are, Richard.

Something Wagnerian.

Siegfried and the Giant Pup. Now, that's a very important...

Why don't you talk me into that? Oh, it's stiff now. That's what you need.

glasses of champagne, please.

Oh, I suppose she's your type, is she?

You didn't say it with such distaste.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm afraid we have a house rule.

You can't sign in the same guest twice. Oh, don't be ridiculous!

I'm organizing the Wagner recital here next week. You're very welcome to stay,

sir, but not sugar.

Your boss wouldn't want my friends excluded.

You're risking your job.

Excuse me, sir.

I think you've got a bit too much to drink. Thank you, Ryan.

Nein, das ist nicht gut!

National Socialistik, ja?

Calm down.

Don't you want me to phone the police?

Stupid man, come on.

Come on!

We should hurry up with that whiskey, dear boy.

I believe him.

You all right?

Yeah.

Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep, sir.

What sleep?

One sleep, we wake eternally, and death shall be no more. Oh, don't get me

William Shakespeare at this time of night.

It's John Donne, sir. How's the insomnia?

Yeah, better shape than I am.

What have we got?

The thief is Nargi Cole. He might have disturbed the burglar at his friend's

house. Both fellows have a policy.

Here we are, number 38.

Richard Helm.

Not quite a shiner.

Neighbours here or see anything?

No, but the back door wasn't locked.

Oh. Oh.

Didn't have to get all dolled up on my account.

It was a pick -up line in Lewis's day.

Judging by the state of his neck, I'd say he was strangled.

Oh, great. You obviously don't need me so I can go back to the party that I was

enjoying. Am I wrong?

Bizarrely not.

From behind, he was pulled backwards and off balance so he couldn't turn and

fight. His attacker must have been very strong because it isn't easy to strangle

a man.

Believe me, I've tried.

You can see from the mess, he kicked out as he was being throttled. The body was

pulled down onto the floor.

And there was a bit of material snagged on the floorboard near by his head.

Part of some sort of logo could have come from the ligature.

Wagner.

Books in German.

Apparently Richard Helm was born in Germany.

Why a burglary?

He says an antique cloth missing from over there.

That went through his pockets, didn't it?

I don't know. I haven't looked yet.

May I?

Good evening. When did you find the body?

When I returned from the off -license.

R .G. wanted scotch. I didn't have any.

How did he come by the black eye, sir?

Uh, we were at the Portobello Club.

R .G. was rather drunk.

There was a silly scuffle with a doorman.

So you were gone, what, ten minutes?

And during that time, somebody sneaked in and murdered your friend, Mr. Cole.

That's right.

Do you have an argument?

No. We've been friends for 20 years.

Perfect.

Yes, I'm a bachelor.

No, I had no carnal appetite for R .G. I'm depressingly heterosexual.

I'm Mr. R .G. Culver.

He was gay, but he was like family.

He met my father in Germany when I was at school. Recommended me for a

fellowship here.

Why don't we just... Take what they wanted and go.

No unidentified fingerprints found.

There was an intruder. He was wearing gloves.

It's a receipt for the whiskey's time and date.

It's still time for Helm to have done it when he got back from the off -light.

I want to know if he's lying about that black eye.

The Portobello Club confirmed there was an incident between two people and the

manager. Portobello?

It's a new place on Market Street for fashionable idiots.

Actually, Lewis, a lot of quite interesting and intelligent people go

Haven't you heard of the Creels?

They're South African.

Hansi Creel owns clubs in New York and London and an extraordinary woman.

Knows everybody, does masses for charity.

Right, I know.

No ales.

No taps.

Certainly do do things differently around here.

What's wrong about fashionable idiots?

Just idiots, doesn't company accept it, I hope.

Hey, I won't bite your head off.

I'm enough of an African to take a joke. I've got a skin like an elephant's

hide. I'm Hansi Creel.

And you are?

Detective Inspector Lewis.

Anyway, you're not alone.

Everybody said Oxford wasn't ready for a smart club.

I wouldn't know about that.

I thought I was indulging my wife, but so far she seems to be right.

The university may be full of grey little nobodies, but we seem to get our

of glitterati.

We sell a lot of vintage champagne.

Could you tell us anything about the fight that happened here last night?

The doorman had teacup, according to my star witness.

Tom, my manager.

Can we talk to him, please? Sure.

I can tell you that my employee on the door behaved impeccably.

Hi, I'm Anne Creel.

Um... Is this about that stupid incident with those dons last night? No.

Okay, why don't you let me deal with it? I was here, so... Okay, I'll catch you

later, maybe.

So, we've got CPTV. It should tell you everything that you need to know.

You know, you'll see just how wicked these Oxford dons can be.

No surprise there.

You know, maybe we should bar these academics.

Just, like, you know, real people in, like you.

Real? I'd hazard a guess.

She's flirting with you, sir.

Come on.

Call that a haymaker.

What? It's the John Wayne thing.

Ah, never mind.

Pretty funny one that wasn't dead.

Sarah. Don't.

What? Don't say anything funny or clever.

No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to keep away.

Milo.

Milo!

The lab found traces of DNA on the fabric on the nail. It's pretty logo

It might give us an indication.

What was the ligature?

Well, this might cheer you up.

Flexible, black, woven cotton twill with some coloured fabric showing.

Turns out to be the logo of a well -known sportswear manufacturer.

Apparently it can only be this.

What is that?

It's a hand wrap. They use it under boxing gloves to prevent injury to the

bones of the hand.

R .G. Cole's only relative is an eldest sister who lives in Ottawa.

He's lived in the same college since he was an undergraduate. He's a lecturer in

European history and president of the Wagner Society.

Iris Murdoch School of Interior Design.

I've seen worse.

This is the one he'll be famous for, apparently. Hitler and German culture.

What calendar?

What college... feast last night crossed out.

Helm Broughton.

This is going to be Broughton again, here.

I'm going to trawl through the university list, see if you can spot him

Oh, this is a journal.

Never trust tittle -tattle.

Live and breathe it in this job.

Big row, the helm obsession.

Wotan Siegfried patricide, exclamation mark.

Okay, so Talon killed his own father and Cole found out.

I don't think that's anything.

They're all Wagner nuts, aren't they?

Anyway, I seem to remember Voltan was the secret grandfather in the ring, so

can't be patricized.

Absolutely did not have you marked down as a Wagnerian.

I'm not really.

I knew someone who was.

I don't know.

Come on, Artie. Nice and sharp. Good lad. Good lad.

Inspector Lewis, Oxfordshire Police.

Charlie Akers.

We're investigating a murder that may be connected with the boxing world.

Could you let us have the names of everyone who trains here?

No problem.

I've photocopied a list.

Just train students.

Seems a good plan. It's been a university boxing club.

It's not what you think you're looking for, but you won't find it here. Plenty

of headbangers, but no killers.

A man was strangled using one of these.

I've known him used for all sorts of purposes.

Not all of them decent, but not that.

All right, Artie, that's enough.

Any other boxing clubs near?

Not within 30 miles.

Where's Ross today? How should I know?

He won't, but he's blue, lounging in bed.

The name Broughton mean anything to you?

Jack Broughton was a famous prizefighter.

Actually, I only brought nine out last night.

Milo, Hardy, where were you between the hours of nine and midnight last night?

I was at the college feast, and then I was here doing extra training.

Did you prove it?

There's no one here after ten. Why, what's this about?

Your tutor, R .G. Cole, was murdered last night.

It was a shock.

I had a tutorial with him yesterday.

He was a bachelor.

Yeah, as in old queen.

They liked how it was put in there, didn't they?

It wasn't looking pathetic.

They liked the ideal, Greek or Roman perfection.

Look, he was a decent bloke.

Made his laugh.

That's enough to write a list of boxes.

I know every one of those young men like my sons.

None of them would let us fly outside a boxing ring.

Let's hope so.

Could we take a look at the locker room?

Whose

locker's

this?

One loose hand wrap, somewhat soiled.

Whose are these things?

Jack's.

Jack Roth.

Well, this one isn't torn, but I wouldn't mind seeing its mate.

Boxing gets rid of aggression.

Doesn't cause it.

I reckon you could say the same for murder.

Cole was trying it on with one of his undergraduates.

Possible.

Yes, so they can take care of themselves.

You say so.

You occasionally wonder, don't they have some sort of duty of care, these

people? Not to students.

Same lot who run us ragged, crashing cars, jumping off bridges, drinking

own body weight in lager.

Hi.

Oh, hi.

No, you just took me by surprise, that's all.

Aren't you supposed to be in college?

Mum,

I've never wanted anything so much.

You know it's the wrong thing to do, but you can't stop yourself.

I know you listen to me.

You're just a child. Mum. Oh, come on, I know you think you're not, but...

Nobody has any right to judge you.

You hear me?

Sure.

What are you looking for, anyway?

Oh, it's just... Oh, I'm just expecting a note from my father's lawyers.

You know, squabbling over this settlement and... I'll talk about

Wait, don't go Trappist Monk on me.

Milo! Is that loud enough for you?

Look, I don't know what you think you do. Do you want her?

Yes or no?

If you want her, you're going to have to fight me.

You're kidding, right? Last man standing.

Wait, it doesn't work like that. Not once your balls drop.

A great privilege we enjoy in this country. It's called freedom of choice.

man standing.

I'll bury you.

No, I won't.

Jack Ross?

You've been in the walls.

A box.

Not like that, you don't. Amateur boxer, protective headgear.

Okay, so... I was in a bit of a rough pub.

Some townies were mouthing off.

Had a bit of nerve, to be honest, but I shouldn't have reacted the way I did,

cos I'm somehow numbered.

Which pub?

The Scepter.

Nine -ish.

Just flying all over the place last night.

Look, is this going to take long because I need to be somewhere?

Sorry.

Bit of a day.

If you could, just account for your movements between 9 .30 and 12 midnight.

I managed to extricate myself from the gutter, crawl into a tux and get to the

college feast.

I mean, about a hundred people saw me. Ask Sarah Creel.

She sat next to me.

We found this hand wrap in your locker.

Any idea where the other one is?

I don't really have a locker. You just take what's available.

Are these yours?

Yes. Would you be willing to give us a DNA sample, just so we can eliminate you

from our inquiries?

I'm home.

I didn't want to wait here.

You've been spying on me.

That's my mum's stuff.

And what would you give me the keys for if you didn't want me to use them?

You've been sleeping in my room too.

Why, is that an invitation?

Farrah.

I need to get that.

Sarah Creel.

Inspector Lewis, Oxford, please.

Sorry I didn't make you a home.

Right, well, Mum's out.

Actually, we were hoping you could provide us with an alibi for Jack Roth's

Saturday night college feast.

Yeah, college feast, yeah, of course.

Well, Jack was there, so what's the problem?

No problem.

We were worried he might have gotten himself into some trouble with a bruise

his face.

He said he was in a pub fight, but the pub in question is currently under

refurbishment. Well, I don't know anything about all that.

Tell you one thing, that bloody awful load.

Have you thought about caramel tea?

What is this, pastoral care?

All right, go home, you look done in.

It's more like it.

What? You're not planning to join as well, are you?

Page seven.

Concert recital in the club this week?

RG Cole is listed as the contact.

Oh, yeah.

She'll be right up your street, sir.

Your old mate, Wagner.

How are you getting on?

Not great.

But I like the old place, so I live with the ghost.

It seems that R .G. Cole was due to meet someone called Broughton as well as you

the night he died. I can't help you with that one.

He had pupils in other colleges.

My father.

Your row with R .G. Cole was a curious note in his journal. Something about

Siegfried and patricide? I don't really remember a row.

Friendship with R .G. was one perpetual argument.

But you said he knew your father.

He came to our house once when he was a young don researching a book.

I was in my teens.

What was your father?

He was...

Possibly the world's greatest authority on Wagner.

Leipzig University.

East Germany.

Yeah.

My father died in 1985.

That's when we came here.

So Cole recommended Oxford to your mother?

No. In fact, it was a devotee of Wagner who corresponded with my father.

You might even have known him.

He was a policeman here.

Glyndebourne, 1981.

Sadly, not a good production.

E .E. Morse.

Yes, I knew Chief Inspector Morse.

I knew him very well.

I never got to know him.

But my mother did.

Is she still around?

Oh, yes.

She works in the music shop on the broad.

Thank you for your help.

Oh, um, one other thing.

The bouncer at the club whom R .G. attempted to punch, I got the feeling

perhaps he knew him.

Thank you for paying the bill, please.

Sorry. Yeah, Tom, I was hoping to speak to the bouncer who ran into those two

dons last night.

Those two.

You want Ryan Gallen. He works with Kent.

I've got a number for him somewhere.

Yeah.

Ryan was supposed to be on his way out.

He's not the brightest bulb on the tree, or the best timekeeper.

But Mrs. Creel has a soft spot for him.

Can you vouch for him last night?

After the incident?

I couldn't swear to it. He was supposed to be here, but...

I didn't see him.

This could be an old number.

I can never reach him on it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Yeah, fine.

Someone fine?

No, no, I'm fine. I was just... Would you like me to see you home?

Yeah.

You seemed really frightened just now.

Oh, no, I'm fine.

Oh, you live above the shop?

Oh, no.

Pansy, my soon -to -be ex -husband, uses the trains in town and, well, I

sometimes flop here if it's a late night and he's not around too much.

That is often.

You seem to be burning the midnight oil.

Yeah, well, it's the story of my life.

It takes a while to settle down in this city.

Oh, no, no. Oxford suits me just fine.

You know, my daughter's studying here for four years and, well, Dimitris is

based here.

Dimitris? That's where I've just been. It's a charity to refugees.

It's my soapbox, as he calls it.

Yes.

This man, he is one of the greatest musicians in the world.

Now, he plays a cora. It's a type of a lute.

And he has got a library of songs in his head that goes by centuries.

But, you know, the government see him as a threat.

In a camp near Dover, awaiting deportation back to prison.

How did you get involved?

Well, I'm just one of those bad people that's always looking for a cause.

What?

Just... charities and nightclubs. It's an unusual mixture.

Yeah, you're not kidding.

You know, I sometimes feel like I've got an angel on one shoulder and a devil on

the other.

It was windy.

I'm sure he's out at the moment.

But, you know, maybe... Maybe one day, once I'm shot at this bloody divorce,

I... Hey, thank you for being so kind.

Ah.

Um... I'd like to treat you to dinner.

Oh, there's no need for that.

I just looked in for five minutes to make sure you were all right. Yeah, I

you're busy, but, um... I think it would be nice.

Don't you?

Yes. I do, actually.

Mallow Hardy, what can I do for you?

It's bad about R .G.

Yes.

Before he... I'm doing this essay on the last days of communism.

He said you could give me some stuff on East Germany, like how the Berlin Wall

fell down, the events that led up to it. I'm sure R .G. Cole's death releases

you from any obligation to deliver the essay.

I discovered something.

By accident, really, and it started bothering you.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

I got out of Germany when I was 18.

Before the Berlin Wall came down.

You needn't to debate me personally.

What is this?

Some sort of joke?

Hello.

Could you show me where you keep the Wagner?

Yes, of course.

What did you have in mind?

These are vital, you know.

Yeah, I heard.

Would I be right in thinking that, in the ring, Siegfried breaks Wotan's

Signalling the end of the goal? Yeah, that's right.

But Wotan isn't Siegfried's father, and Siegfried doesn't kill him. No.

Why? I was just checking that Patricide doesn't come into it anyway, that's all.

Think you might know an ex -colleague of mine?

Chief Inspector Morse?

Yes, I do.

Inspector Lewis.

You're at Morton's funeral.

That's right.

I was a sergeant then.

He's a working boy.

You must have known him well.

He's very good to me.

May I ask why you left East Germany?

They were only too pleased to get rid of us.

Why was that?

They didn't like my husband.

Magnus was... Too much appreciated interest, perhaps.

How do you know this?

I met your son.

Tell me about R .G. Cole.

For argument lovers.

For argument lovers.

You didn't like him?

He is one of your typically English liberals.

A communist in your twenties and a neoconservative at fifty.

Did you not know he's dead?

Dead?

He was murdered in your son's house.

What?

Hasn't he told you?

The car doesn't speak to me and I don't read the papers.

I'm sorry to upset you.

I'm not.

I'm not.

May I ask your name?

Sir Fultred.

With a W.

Always remembered.

forever, W.

I haven't thought about him in a long time.

It's been nice to have met you.

Thank you.

Did you like him?

It was a bit like a marriage, except I already had a wife.

What have you got?

Um, Akers, the boxing club guy, you know he was talking about Jack Broughton?

Yeah. Broughton invented the rudimentary rules of boxing.

I thought that was the Margaret of Queens, but... No, Broughton was a

years before, much more brutal, no kicking or gouging or anything, but

the winner was the last man standing.

Bare knuckle? Yeah, it could explain Jack Roth's injuries.

Legal fighting in Oxford?

I think we'd have heard about it.

The farmer up in Halton who was holding dog fights for a cat at the gambling

operation.

Dangerous dogs acted for his little owner. Exactly, but according to R .G.

Cole's calendar, he was due to meet Halton tonight.

You know that saying about the fat lady singing?

Apparently that's Brunnhilde from the end of Wagner's Ring.

It's never all over when she starts singing. She goes on for another half

This house just like what you need for a good night's sleep, Jack.

Come on.

Hold up,

fellas.

It's all legal.

What's your name?

Jim Coons. I'm arresting you. Hey, what for? I'm just a punter. You're giving a

false identity.

Your name's Ryan Gallen. You work as a bouncer at the Portobello Club.

Youth detention, theft, and a malicious wounding ten years ago. We confiscated

15 mobile phones, two of which had some very interesting footage on Jack Ross'

fight.

Why didn't you tell us you were at a bare -knuckle fight?

I didn't want to get Jack Ross into trouble.

RG told me I was going to a boxing match.

And what happened at this fight?

Apparently, Jack Roth was under pressure from some gamblers to throw the fight,

but RG was having none of it. So who won?

Well, Jack Roth did.

It got pretty hairy afterwards.

You go to a place packed with criminals, and a couple of hours later, your

friend is murdered.

You don't think there might be a connection?

RG was killed by a burglar.

It's obvious to me.

Why isn't it to you?

What's in it for you, Ryan?

It's like real fighting.

Like the old days.

It's cockfighting for humans.

Please don't tell us that this is all about sport.

You can't stop people having a flutter.

Oh, I'm going to lose my patience with this.

They get some student who thinks he's tough.

Except the punters don't know he's not.

He looks a bit useful. Maybe he's a bit bigger than our bloke.

But he's dogged me.

You clean up?

Except the last Saturday night he won, which means you lost.

I wasn't there that night.

We can link you to the murdered man twice in one night.

R .G. Cole told Jack Ross not to throw the fight.

How much did you lose? Thousands?

I don't know what you're talking about.

And then afterwards he caused a bit of fuss at the Portobello Club.

Threw you a Nazi salute. You must have loved that.

I did my job to minimum force.

He was dead within the hour.

Restraint personified.

There's only one problem there.

I never left work.

You ask Anne Creel, she'll tell you I was there all night.

And if you've got the CCTV footage, you see me go back inside.

I never followed them.

You all right?

Yeah.

Hello. Nope.

Either he's a domestic goddess or... Or he's never here.

Nothing in the fridge.

No underwear either.

Nothing in the cupboard?

Freshly cleaned suit. I found this in the pocket. Dry cleaning fluid. Doesn't

seem to work on pencil.

33M.

Clothing size?

Lewis. It's me, Anne Creel.

Oh, hi.

Are you free for dinner?

When?

Right now, if you like.

Uh... It'll be perfect for me.

What are you up to, anyway?

Reading.

Yeah, so... I designed and I ran the first club in London, and then Ancy

in the money to expand and we went into America.

Honestly, it's like...

Well, it's like a world tour with him, you know, next stop Berlin.

And he's fallen in love with the place.

And he's made some very, um, very interesting friends out there, so...

wish him luck with it.

You don't sound too keen.

Oh,

it's just not for me. You know, not anymore.

You get involved in all this?

The hours must be a killer.

Well, you know, ironically enough, that was the appeal.

I'm a chronic insomniac.

You and me both. Ah, you see.

Kindred's birds.

I don't know what it is with me.

I normally sleep like a log.

Is that good?

What?

No, you're right.

It came as a shock that you said hello.

Don't look back.

What will you do?

The way your manager couldn't vouch for Ryan Carlin's movements the other night.

Any way he could have slipped out without you knowing?

What's this?

Is this your job?

Sorry. No, no, actually our video link is down and I know he's trying to repair

it until the early hours.

You do know he has a criminal record?

No, I didn't know that.

Jesus, he should have invented.

I don't know. I've been all over the place recently.

I think maybe this divorce settlement is finally starting to get to me.

Don't look back. Don't look back.

Hi.

Glad to see you're being well looked after.

It's like the end of a dinner.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Every time I go into that flat upstairs, I smell an aftershave that isn't mine.

Now I know whose it is.

Not guilty, Mr.

Creel. I'm strictly a sober and water man.

It doesn't surprise me.

She has a weakness for men like you.

Men like what?

That's enough.

How much do you earn?

45k a year, if you're lucky.

Do you know what my wife will be worth when she divorces me?

Maybe you do.

Maybe if you stopped harassing your wife, she wouldn't need to look for

where she can find it.

What do you mean by that?

Excuse me.

Yes, Sergeant.

Well, can't it wait?

Okay.

Sorry, I have to go.

Mal Hardy.

Yep.

This window up there is found by a night porter locking up. And for once, I can

give you an exact time of death.

Look.

Found this note in his pocket.

All for the love of Sarah.

Broken neck.

It may have been unrequited love, but he didn't decide jumping from his college

window.

He was found on paving, but there was soil found on his clothes.

And more importantly, there were particles of the same soil found inside

nostril. His last breath.

Good old Jurassic Oxford clay.

Heavily impregnated with Epsom salt.

Epsom salt?

Magnesium sulfate.

It strengthens your stems and brings out your color.

I can tell you're not a gardener.

I would say it was a fair bet he fell among roses.

You think he was moved?

Yes, and quickly.

Judging from the body temperature, he'd been dead from one to two hours?

I thought the time on the watch said eleven.

So he was a rubbish timekeeper.

Like most members of the brutish sex.

How many tall buildings he had upset with roses?

Ooh, thousands.

But that's your job.

Lewis, I found nothing to suggest that it was a murder.

Oh, come on! All I said was the body was moved.

There are no marks on the body to suggest a struggle.

Anyway, what about the note?

Never trust suicide notes that aren't handwritten.

Go easy on my daughter, please.

Excuse me, Father.

Is it not fair to talk?

What happened?

We don't know.

He fell.

I understand Milo Hardy was your boyfriend.

How long had he got?

When did you last see him, Sarah?

Milo, um... The other evening, you were there.

I remember.

He let himself in.

I found him at the top of the house.

He often did that? Let himself in?

Not really.

Sarah, if you could just tell me where you were between 10 and 11 last night.

I've been dead.

Alone?

Enough.

Milo challenged me to a duel.

Can you believe that?

What sort of duel?

Jack Broughton.

He was.

And you agreed to it?

Meeting at Houlton.

That's it.

And Milo?

Bustled. Also sense.

Yeah.

Did you see him? Talk to him after that?

Excuse me.

Is that it?

For now.

Okay, that's great. Thank you very, very much. Bye.

At least we know now why Milo didn't turn up to his romantic duel. He was in

Berlin.

What? There was a ticket for the tram in his pocket to Alexander Factory. He

took a flight out of Birmingham on Monday night and was back early

evening. He shows up on his credit card bill and the airline confirms he was on

board. What was he doing in Berlin?

Let's hear about communist Europe.

Expensive research trip.

I mean, a bus ticket to the library, maybe, but a plane?

How's your dinner last night, sir?

Not bad.

Full of steak and a lot of posh mash.

Ich habe Siegfried gefunden.

What's gefunden?

Found. I have found Siegfried.

This little boy German. Knew it would come in handy sometime.

Rotam Siegfried Patricide.

No, no, G. Cole's journal.

Wagner did?

No, I need the secret. No, Wotan murdered their father in the ring.

This has got nothing to do with Wagner at all.

His valet may be at home.

Milo, spelling it phonetically, should have a W.

Wally, the diminutive of Waltrude.

Helm's mother.

Yes.

I think I know him.

Good -looking chap.

He's dead.

He was a student of R .G. Colt.

We found a note for you in his room.

I have no idea what he meant.

Frau Helm, an innocent man has been found murdered in your son's house.

And now one of his students is dead. I want to know why.

Excuse me.

According to Milo Hardy's mobile phone records, he only made two calls

yesterday. One from Berlin and one from Oxford about an hour before he died.

Both of them to Richard Hell.

Come on.

Yes, there's still in my call list.

I didn't recognize the number.

I don't know Hardy well. I didn't teach him.

So why do you think he was phoning you?

One of the calls was from Berlin.

He didn't leave a message.

He came to me because he wanted to know about East Germany for an essay.

We don't think that's why he was there.

And I don't think you do either. He wanted to know about the Stasi, the

police.

A subject I gladly put to rest many years ago.

My father, dad of pneumonia, while he was under arrest by the Stasi, the so

-called... State security.

I gather you and your mother aren't speaking.

It's a matter of pride on both sides.

She insists on working in a shop when I could easily support her.

It'll blow over.

That wasn't the impression she gave.

Tell me, Inspector.

How many informers do you imagine were working for the Stasi back then?

Half a million.

My mother thought that most of our friends and probably all our family were

spying on us.

But whatever poison was in East Germany, I made a decision as a young man to

leave it all behind me.

Perhaps my mother would have been happier if she had done the same.

Perfect. I hope you know what you're letting yourself in for, mate.

There's Darzi Archive, which is just a few hundred yards away from

Alexanderplatz, where Milo got off the tram.

After unification, the German government kept all the surveillance files on

ordinary citizens in the East for public access.

How did a man like Helm's father, an expert on German classical music, become

enemy of the state?

It's not just any classical music, is it?

Wagner, Hitler's favourite composer.

That's true.

Morse was always a bit touchy on that subject.

Didn't R .G. Cole go off to Leipzig to meet Magnus Helm about his book?

Cole was a great socialist back then, wasn't he?

Could he have betrayed Magnus in the starting?

Giving wife and old son possible cause.

Morse hasn't left me any clues this time.

Just one of his old girlfriends.

Volley helm.

Flat 44.

Top floor.

Get out your goody bag.

Grab us a soil sump.

I've just received an extraordinary complaint against you, Lewis.

Really, ma 'am? What would that be?

Hansy Creel claims you accused him of harassing his wife.

I might have said something like that, ma 'am.

I'd very like you to dismiss it as a joke.

Funnily enough, I was actually concerned about your welfare.

I'm sure your intentions are sound. I'm sure you think you're being very

chivalrous. That's not what it's supposed to mean.

The boorish husbands that put upon wife.

No marriage is that straightforward, Lewis.

Not that it's any of my business.

No, it's not.

Don't smoulder, Lewis. It doesn't suit you at all.

He's in the church.

Sergeant Nathan found this in a skip near Richard Helms' house. Swears he

doesn't make a habit of it. One antique clock.

No fingerprints. Must be German. It's still working.

Good job.

Also found a pair of leather gloves and a slightly torn boxing hand wrap. I sent

it off for analysis.

Shouldn't we be spreading the net wider?

What about boxing clubs in London?

I don't think this is about boxing. I'd like to send Sergeant Hathaway to

Berlin.

Berlin?

Milo Hardy was on to whoever killed his tutor, but whatever he found out in

Berlin got him killed too.

Well, if you want to call on those sort of expenses, I shall need something on

paper. I think this is about the exposure of a starvy informant.

If my word's not good enough, I'll happily pay for Hathaway's flight

Be silly, Lewis.

A paragraph will do for the accountants.

Fine.

When did people suddenly decide it's okay to stick your nose in in the name

welfare? Suppose the roots go back as far as Clever Gladstone. It was a

rhetorical question, Sergeant. I don't need a bloody history lesson. Of course

not, sir.

I missed you earlier.

I was...

Just staying in hospital overnight for some checks.

Siegfried was a cold name for the informer who betrayed your husband,

Yeah. Except for the pseudonym they gave him.

Magnus, the expert on Wagner.

Siegfried, a character from The Ring.

But the Stasi officers felt really smug when they came up with that one.

I don't think they know how to feel anything.

Did you know who Siegfried was?

No. I went to the archive last year, but from what little evidence there was, it

was clear it was someone who came to our house.

Could it have been Archie Cole who informed on Magnus when he was a guest

your house?

You think we had killed him in revenge?

No, no, no, no, no.

The timing is all wrong.

The evidence Secret gave him was one innocent letter from England, as it

happened, and from that they decided Magnus was a British agent.

It was taken from his study long after R .G. came back to England.

It must have been a close friend to get into Magnus' study.

Perhaps even closer than that.

That's why you and Richard, your son, are estranged, isn't it?

I only asked him once.

I could have cut my tongue out.

Why did you suspect him?

Richard loved his father.

But he would be wanted American theme, English pop music.

And he risked our security to get them on a black market.

He was always in conflict with Magnus.

His father was the enemy.

Rotan's secret patricide. What?

Something R .G. Cole wrote in his journal.

Your son must have told Cole that you suspected him.

So when Cole writes about a big row, the one between you and Richard he's

talking about.

It's possible.

Richard called his father, Wotan, to taunt him.

Did you know Milo Hardy visited the Stasi archive the day he died?

Milo thought he knew who Siegfried was.

Richard refused to listen, so he came to me.

He didn't tell you who he thought Siegfried was?

He wouldn't have told you what that was.

You think it wasn't Richard?

I mistook Richard's lack of interest in his father's fate for guilt.

I think he dealt with his father's loss by refusing to look into the dark.

This is 30 feet from Milo Hardy's staircase.

One of the college servants reported seeing it drunk.

being supported by a man and a young woman. Too dark to get an idea, but it

would have been the time when Jack and Sarah said they were together.

Get a car to the end of the lane there, in the darkness.

Yep.

Cheers.

Two types of DNA found on the hand wrap in the skin. Audrey Coles and Jack Ross.

I already told you everything.

Is this what you people do? First sniff of weakness, you're in for the kill. No,

that's boxing.

We're detectives.

If you can just help us to understand how your DNA comes to be all over a

weapon. Obviously somebody took it out of my locker.

And who has access to the locker keys?

Charlie Akers, but anybody could get them from his office.

Okay, let's talk about Milo. We have a witness who saw a man and a young woman

supporting a drunk.

Right near where his body was found. Is it possible that you and Sarah... I told

you, I didn't see him after our bus stop.

God knows I feel bad enough as it is. Why can't you accept it's a suicide?

Well, aside from the fact that the body was moved and his watch tampered with,

you mean.

I saw Sarah that evening.

She got a phone call.

I don't know who from.

She went off.

Soil under Valley Helm's window tested negative. No clay.

Nope. Some salt. Milo Hardy didn't die there.

Come on.

Where are we going?

We're brain dead.

We were standing right in the middle of the roses. I snagged my leg on a thorn,

remember?

Why have you got Jack in custody?

I think you know the answer to that.

I would have told you. We were together all night.

I'm afraid that's not what he told us.

Sarah, we've just taken a soil sample from that rowers' bed, and I'm pretty

certain it'll prove that that's where Milo died.

The only question, darling, is who pushed him?

Nobody pushed him.

He fell.

I watched him fall.

That's your mum, is it? Back in the day.

Just as well fashion's moved on since those days, eh?

Well, they used to like it up here.

And this is where you found him.

He was standing there when you started it.

And you were?

Down in the kitchen.

And he called for me.

I'd been drinking.

Nothing new there.

He'd obviously been psyching himself up.

Did he say anything?

Just shouting, you know, this hateful stuff.

I was the dearest thing in the whole world to him, but I was this poisonous

bitch and I'd ruined his life. And if I really was, it's one true love.

which somehow he doubted because I didn't know the meaning of the words.

It's all right, slow down. Look at this, he said.

Look at what you've made me do.

And he must have jumped.

You're not sure?

He was on the balcony and he jumped.

So why move the body, Sarah?

Well, for Mum, of course.

I just thought, what would it do if it got out?

Big scandal and the charity would have to shut down and all the people that she

saved. Who helped you move it?

Nobody.

Whose car did you use?

Mine.

Thank you.

I want to check on those tyre tracks.

No way they were made by her dinky little Mercedes.

What are you going to do about Sarah Creel?

Leave her for now. I want to talk to her, Mother.

What?

Check out the bath.

Are you staying for a drink?

Why not?

It must be living torture for you to have to endure all this just to please

boss.

I expect you're more of a Lloyd Weatherman, Richard.

As it happens, I like a bit of Wagner.

All those big chromatic shifts.

Cheers.

She's a beautiful woman.

You don't approve.

It's none of my business, is it?

What?

Well, providing it doesn't intrude on the case. I mean, after all, Milo Hardy

did die in her Rosebush. It's all starting to feel a little bit

Thank you, Sergeant.

You did ask.

Enjoy your flight to Berlin.

Anne? Oh, hi.

I'm sorry.

Do you need me to tell you?

Of course.

Excuse me.

Hey.

What's up?

Listen, I wanted to tell you personally.

I'm afraid your daughter's just told us that she was involved with the death of

Milo Hardy.

The hand -wrapped evidence is enough for me to charge you, Jack.

If it was taken from your locker by someone else, I can't see who or why.

You're going to have to help me.

Did you talk to everyone who used that gym?

All the sparring partners?

Everyone who was on the list, Charlie. They just gave me.

Can I see it?

The list.

Why didn't you tell us about Ryan Gallen?

What about him?

He's not on your list, Charlie, because you took him off it.

You knew we were investigating a murderer and that he had a violent

The one's like flesh and blood.

Me and his mum.

I gather. But he hasn't been any trouble for years. He's a lamb.

It's like I say, boxing took the aggression out of him.

Does he stay here?

No. He's got a posh girlfriend.

It's a special job, Charlie, coaching university boxing.

If I have to get a warrant, I can see you being out of work.

Can I come in?

Did he have access to the locket keys?

He knew where they were kept.

He looks after the place sometimes.

So welcome to the Stasi archive, Sergeant.

You want my opinion? We should have burnt it all.

Why? New country, new beginning.

Even the mistakes of the past behind.

All Stasi victims have the right to close their files to the public.

What about Stasi informers?

Well, they, they have no such rights.

Now, this is the Magnus Helm fire.

I think it is mostly open.

Yes. See the colored tabs?

That means we've had some new information in the last few weeks.

How come? When the Berlin Wall came down, they panicked and tried to destroy

everything. Then they decided it would be safer to run away and save

We discovered 16 ,000 packs of torn and shredded information.

To join these stone pieces by hand would take about 200 years.

But we've now discovered a new piece of scanning software which will do it in

five.

There's a lot of nervous people out there now.

Some of them very, very high up.

These are all the people that have seen this far.

Yes, yes, you can see it.

Anyway, I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need a translator.

Where's the photocopier?

No photocopies, please.

But you're welcome to take notes.

What? The 33M that you found in Ryan Gallen's suit pocket.

It wasn't a 33.

It was a badly written 38M.

38 Munster Road.

Richard Helm's address.

Yeah, I know. I know you do remember that. How did they know R .G. Cole was

going to be there?

They didn't. Do you see what I'm saying?

I think Helm was the target.

Are you listening?

Yeah. Ryan Gallen was sent to kill Richard Helm, but he got the wrong man.

So, Berlin useful?

Yep, the starsy wanted to get Magnus Helm, all right. But they needed a

excuse, something concrete.

And whoever was called named Siegfried provided it.

Yeah, well, to begin with, he was just reporting on the day -to -day goings -on

in the Helm home. In return for marvellous Western goods, like the

aviated sunglasses, and the soundtrack to Flashdance.

Takes me back.

The breakthrough seems to have been a letter.

Have you got it? No, it wasn't there.

The victims of the Stasi were allowed to prevent the public from accessing the

files. Varley left the file open, but put a blank on the letter.

Could you see who'd accessed the files, too? Yeah, after her, an academic, A .L.

Fisher.

And then, this week, Milo, and then Varley again.

Varley? She wasn't at the hospital for a check -up.

Well, the letter was the main piece of evidence against Magnus' health.

Siegfried stole it from his study.

I wonder what his reward was.

A bean warmer.

Warm socks, according to the guy at the archive.

You know, my good friend Hansi Creel has been in Berlin a lot the last couple of

years. One of his delightful clubs.

I saw.

Hansi seemed to suggest that he's making a beeline for all the dirtiest money in

Berlin.

Do you think Siegfried may be one of his contacts?

Well, maybe Hansi volunteered to help keep one of two Siegfried's skeletons in

the cupboard.

Something of murder. Must be worth a few, Bob. I'll look into it.

Look into this academic, A .L. Fisher.

Maybe he's our speed freak.

Charlie?

All right.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

It's fine. I mean it.

You flipped out of the Portobello, you went round to the boxing club five

minutes away.

You stole a hand wrap from Jack Roth's locker and you strangled R .G. Cole with

it.

Afraid I can't see any mitigation.

Looks like cold -blooded contract killing to me.

We reckon Hansy Creel put you up to it.

You left this in your suit pocket when you sent it to be cleaned.

38M.

38 Munster Road. The address of Richard Helm. The man Creel meant you to kill.

No comment.

These are your car tires.

These are the tracks found near the rose bushes at your house.

Okay.

I helped her.

It was a mad moment. We moved the body together.

I believe Thera. It was an accident.

Thera didn't push Milo. She's covering up for you.

What kind of monster do you think I am?

You killed Milo to protect the reputation of this man.

Ludovic Weishar, co -finance you in your latest Berlin project, convicted three

times for major white -collar fraud since the wall came down.

Born 53 in Leipzig, where he remained until the early 90s.

which also happens to be the city where Magnus Helm was betrayed by a Stasi

informer known as Siegfried. And when did this great betrayal take place?

Winter, 1883.

I'll tell you what kind of businessman I am, Mr. Lewis.

I do my homework.

1883, Ludo was in prison for the whole time.

He was a victim of the Stasi, not a spy.

I'm not a secret.

I know.

Oh, Rowan, please forgive me.

I must talk to you.

My God.

Peter.

You know how I met the other night?

At the Wagner?

You won't believe it.

The truth hurts.

Not my finest hour.

Not anybody's finest hour.

By the way, what was that word you used? The German word for worn socks in the

Siegfried fire?

Uh, bean warmer.

Fine farmer.

You'd be too young to remember them. Whatever fashion victim in the West was

wearing in 1985, even mine misses.

Siegfried was a starry joke. Siegfried was a girl.

I noticed a photograph when we were interviewing Sarah.

She was a bit of a tomboy back then. Close -cropped blonde hair, like a

hero, like a Siegfried.

And she wanted all the things the girls behind the Iron Curtain couldn't get.

The American jeans, the aviator sunglasses, and leg warmers.

Get on to the South African consulate.

About who?

Anne. Anne Creel.

You found me all right?

Yeah, yeah, very nice.

It takes a bit of looking after.

Would you like to come along?

Well, you know, it's just, it's getting late and... I'm quite safe.

Why don't you come in and sit down?

Anne Creel, born Annalise Fisher, in Dresden. Her family moved to Leipzig.

The A .L. Fisher who accessed that file?

Her father was a junior lecturer there. Both her father and Helms were at

Leipzig University.

They were near neighbours. They lived literally 100 yards away from one

So what we've got is a prominent human rights activist about to be exposed as a

Stasi informer.

Milo must have found something in Anne's house the day he went up to her room.

The day we saw it, no? Yeah, and then off to Berlin. He knew everything.

Went round there to have it out with her.

She somehow tricked him onto the balcony.

Or maybe he fell.

He didn't fall. He was pushed.

And then she typed the suicide note and... Oh, God.

What?

Get forensic to go back to Milo's room. Strip it for parts.

I want to know what he found that sent him off to Germany in the first place.

She even set me up as an alibi.

Can you believe that?

All her good works.

Perhaps I'm shot at redemption to wipe the slate clean.

Looks like the devil won in the end.

Sir?

Hansi Creel went on about smelling somebody else's aftershave in the flat.

Ryan Gallen got to be.

Acre said something about him having some kind of posh girlfriend.

I shall need proof.

You're going to have to bring me gold.

I'll bring you diamonds, Mum, if I need to save face.

You know, you saved my life.

Did I?

Remember how dull and horrible it all was?

We thought communism would never end, it would go on forever.

We used to talk about what we wanted to do with our lives, but we could do

nothing.

You remember I wanted to kill myself?

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember.

I was going to lie down on the tracks, let a train go over me.

Talked me out of it He said we couldn't know what the future was going to be

like and I held on to that and so You saved my life

I Was in love with you

Anne Creel said kill Richard Helm, didn't she?

The Englishman calls you a Nazi in German while the German calms his friend

in perfect English.

He's got to mix it up.

I don't know what was wrong.

She said the German blogger just talked how he killed her dad.

So she told you to kill him?

No.

She'd finish with you and she was about to sack you.

You did it, so she'd be tied to you forever. She didn't tell me to do

He was a communist spy.

He grafted Dad up and her dad was shot.

If I was in the MI5, I'd have got a medal.

Ryan, her old man is still alive.

Helm wasn't the informer, she was.

Anne sent Helm's father to his death.

Look at yourself, man.

Do you really think she'd run off with you?

You don't know nothing about her.

I think somewhere in that big empty skull of his, he'd have the sense to

when he's being played.

He wouldn't be the first, sir.

One of these days, Hathaway, some ten -foot Barbarella's going to come along

make a right fool out of you.

And when she does, I'll be there ringside, love.

I look forward to it.

You know what the irony is, don't you?

If she had nothing to fear from Helm, he hadn't even recognised her.

Well, now, it's all done together.

Helps not here. Let's try the river.

You know, I'm so glad you invited me.

I also wanted to show you this place.

I never thought I'd get the chance.

But I'm afraid this is not at all how I imagined.

I know you betrayed my father.

I understand why, I think.

But what you did still breaks my heart.

What are you going to do?

Complicated.

I tried to put it in a letter.

Now that I know what you did, I worry that... I thought RG was

killed by a burglar.

And the coincidence of me crashing into your club like that after all these

years.

So what did the letter say?

I forgive you, of course.

You must leave the past behind.

You were weak. There were hundreds of thousands like you.

I know you didn't want my father to die.

I want to know that you had nothing to do with Ahaji.

Of course not.

You like this spot?

It's my favorite.

Something to help you with the lock?

Sure. I'll get it.

Here,

let me.

I think there's something there.

She went in there.

Help me ahead.

I think... She tried to kill me.

This will be better for more to my husband.

I want you to have it.

I think it's time to draw a line on all this, don't you?

I can't decide.

Bury the past.

Yes. Bury it.

He died because he was pushed.

But the suicide note... There's no nice way to say this, Sarah.

Milo was killed because of something he found out in Berlin.

Something your mum did years ago.

No.

He was raving, he was screaming about me, and I tried to save him, and he

jumped. Sarah.

I can't be witness to this.

And called her.

And she got Sarah to tell her dad that she was with Milo when he fell so that

would help her shift the body.

His name was Magnus Helm.

A family friend back in Germany.

Your mum betrayed him to the Stasi and he died.

Milo died because of me.

How could she lie to her child about a thing like that?

She was only young at the time in Leipzig.

She was 18.

The same age you are.

Yeah, but she's grown up now.

Ah, Jim. All right.

Place looks tidy.

I told you it had a good clear, eh?

Sir, forensics found this in Milo Hardy's room.

Oh.

From Anne Creel, former Darby controller.

Dated about a month ago.

Presumably writing to tell her that they were both about to be rumbled.

Milo must have found it that day at her house.

Thought you'd make short work of it, what with your German.

Well, while we're swapping old letters, you'd better take a look at this.

Raleigh gave it to me today.

It's the letter missing from the Stardew file.

The evidence they used to arrest Magnus Helm.

It's from Moth.

Just a note to thank Magnus for a book.

Whoever was censoring the mail from capitalist Britain wasn't very alert.

It's got an Oxford Police Frank postmark.

I was fishing with a bright girl.

The minute she spotted that, she knew what it could do for her.

To unpack with an English policeman.

That would be all the evidence for stars they would have needed.

Most probably never even knew.

I mean, bought a stamp.

Simple human error that anybody could have done.

All those pointless deaths.

I just felt something a little bit more cheerful.

It's my place. I have to choose the music.

Oh, come on.

Right there.

Don't mind Hathaway. I worry about your taste in music.

Sometimes, Inspector Lewis, I worry about your taste in women.

I'll drink to that.

Prost. Prost.