All language subtitles for Endeavour.S07E01.1

'The good ended happily
and the bad, unhappily.'

'That's what fiction means.

'When the overture begins,

'you don't know
what the opera might be.

'Or where the story might take you.

'Whether it'll be comedy...

'or tragedy.

'This...

'..is a story about love.'

BIRD CROWS

FOOTSTEPS ECHO

RATS SQUEAK,
BIRD CAWS

OWL CALLS

PHONE RINGS

Castle Gate CID. Strange.

MUSIC: 'La Sposa del Demonio
o La Cura Per L'amore.'

CHATTER

Oi! What are you doing?

What do you think you're doing, eh,
touching her like that?

Get out. Come on.

Come on. Get out.

APPLAUSE

STAGE COMIC: You'll like this one,
you'll like one, have a listen.

So, I've got this dog
and I love my dog,

but I had to take it
to the vets the other day,

vet took one look at it,

picked him up, checked his eyes,
checked his ears, checked his teeth.

Then he went, "I'm really sorry,
I've gotta put the dog down."

I burst into tears,
why you gotta put him down?

He said, "He's really heavy."
LAUGHTER

So, there's this, er, Irish man...

Three more chicken in a basket.

Two scampi in a basket.

SHARP INHALE

BIRD SQUAWKS,
CAT HISSES

You all right, Jen?

Yeah.

Yeah, sorry, Tony.

I'm fine. It was just a turn.

I'll be all right.

APPLAUSE

This is more like it.

Thank you.

# Should auld acquaintance
Be forgot...#

Cheers.
Cheers.

# And never brought to mind

# Should auld acquaintance
Be forgot... #

FEET CRUNCH ON GRAVEL

MENACING WHISTLE

SHE GASPS,
WHISTLING INTENSIFIES

DRUNKEN SINGING

WOMAN WHIMPERS AND STRAINS

FIREWORKS CRACKLE

We said... no questions.

Got a name for her?

I wouldn't like to swear to it,

but I think it could be
Molly Andrews.

Barmaid down The Grapes.

Taking a short-cut home, maybe?

Body was found by David Clemens.

Works at the Morris plant.

Keep-fit fanatic.

Doctor.
Gentlemen.

Have to wait on the post-mortem
to confirm it, but...

cause of death would appear to be
a broken neck.

That what the mark's about?

Yes. Possibly.

I'll know more after the PM.

Any...?

If that was the motive,
he hasn't gone through with it.

He may have been disturbed,
of course.

Shall we say two o'clock?

Oh, and, er...

Happy New Year.

Her handbag was found over there.

No purse in it.

Robbery, you think?

Some drunk, maybe?

Be enough of 'em about last night.

Tried it on.

Or'd had too much of a skinful
to do what he meant to.

Uniform up and down the towpath.

See if anyone moored up,
saw anything.

So, how was your New Year's Eve?

Resolutions?

Find out who did this. You?

Oh, I'm long past mending my ways.

New Year, new decade...

..new start.

You always hope for better,
don't you?

Bitter mornings,

up in the dark and the cold,

and the worst of human nature
at the end of it.

You start to wonder how many more
of these you've got in you.

No Morse today?

Fortnight's leave.

Oh, yeah.
Anywhere nice?

What time is it?

1970.

Felice anno nuovo.

INDISTINCT

RADIO: The body of a young woman

discovered on a stretch
of canal towpath

in the early hours
of New Year's Day,

has been identified
as 24-year-old Molly Andrews.

Miss Andrews
is believed to have been attacked

shortly after finishing her shift
at The Grapes pub in Oxford

where she worked as a barmaid.

The investigation into her murder
is continuing.

I told you, I was at a party.

I left The Grapes, but wasn't gonna
get home before midnight, was I?

The landlord says you were arguing
with her earlier in the night.

Then you started
chucking your weight around.

Said he had to throw you out.

Somebody said she'd been
seeing another fella.

Some college type.

Where's this come from?

I just heard it somewhere, is all.

All right.

Let's just have it one more time.

From the beginning.

'Fiore per la signora?'

Oh, no, grazie.

Si!

Avaro! Come se dice...

..cheap!

HE LAUGHS
Discerning.

Grazie.
Grazie.

If you wanna rose,
I'll get you a rose.

I just won't waste money
on this artificial rubbish.

It will never fade.

Never die.

Yeah, but it's not real.

Michelangelo's David isn't David.

"Ceci n'est pas une pipe."

If it's beautiful, does it matter?

You think he is responsible?

Denying it, of course,

but they were seen rowing
earlier in the evening.

And her purse is missing.

We're searching Sturgis' place now.

No sign of it as yet.

At the bottom of the canal,
as like as not.

I've divers coming in,
but in my opinion,

the whole purse business
is just a blind.

A domestic dispute
leading to a murder, Thursday?

Such a ruse as you're suggesting

supposes a far greater
presence of mind

than one usually finds
in cases like these.

It's him. I know it is.
I can feel it in my corns.

I can crack him.

I'm sure.

Well, keep me abreast
of any developments.

Of course.

Very well. Carry on.

Sir.

If I might ask, sir.

How's Mrs Bright bearing up?

As well as can be expected.

You're back, then?
How was, erm...?

Oh, you know.

So, what've I missed?

GIRLS GIGGLE

I'm given to understand
that the ACC's daughter

was amongst a group of young women

making their way back
from Lady Matilda's boathouse,

along the towpath,

when a man exposed himself to them.

Obviously, with the killer
of the barmaid...

Molly Andrews, sir.

Yes, thank you, Sergeant.

..the young woman at New Year,
still at large,

the ACC is keen to know
what progress is being made.

Bit of a sticker, sir.

But I'm still of the strong opinion
that the boyfriend's responsible.

Carl Sturgis.

Her purse was taken, wasn't it?

Doesn't that suggest a robbery?

One wouldn't expect that
in a domestic dispute.

The boyfriend always seemed
a little pedestrian to my mind.

Plus, he's alibied, isn't he?

What's this?

Well, a cab driver said he picked
him up outside The Grapes, smashed,

and dropped him
at an address in Cowley.

Had to pour him through
the letter box, supposedly.

Well, he could've come back.

That's if the cabby
had the right man.

Sturgis did say that
he got a cab though, didn't he?

One young drunk on New Year's Eve

looks much like another,
I'd have thought.

Ye... I...

I was on leave the initial week
of the investigation,

so I may not have the full picture.

Indeed.

Well, perhaps you might
take another look.

What do you say, Thursday?

Fresh pair of eyes.

If you think so, sir.

Yes, well,
I can't see the harm in it.

Done yourself an injury, Sergeant?

Rat, sir. Big bugger.

Been hanging about the coal shed.

Gave me a nip when I went up the
yard last night to fill the scuttle.

But you've seen someone about it?

Yes, sir. Tetanus first thing.
From the house man.

Where is he, the boyfriend?

Carl Sturgis?
Mm-hm.

Drives for Duxbury's at Cowley.

Undertakers.
I'll dig out the address.

Pedestrian? You never said.

Well, I came to it late.

I thought perhaps you knew
something I didn't.

Not everything's a crossword puzzle.

Sometimes, how everything looks
is how it is.

The boyfriend, the husband,
the father, the brother.

Right, so, if you thought he did it,

why didn't you charge him?

We couldn't put him at the scene!

We turned his place inside out.
Not a shred. No purse. No nothing.

And if he didn't do it?

Then I'm sure
you'll get to the bottom of it.

Did Molly ever mention
a college type?

Boyfriend, perhaps?

Not lately.

She did like the college-y ones.

Said they treated her more nice.

Thought I was done with kiddies.

My Rose.

Molly.

Now Lucy.
Third time lucky.

What about the child's father?

SHE SCOFFS

New Year's Eve, when your
granddaughter didn't come home,

you weren't concerned?

I took it she was seeing her fella.

Carl Sturgis?

She weren't a bad girl.

Just lonely.

I think it's not having
a father herself.

She was always
looking for something.

What did you make to him? Carl.

Couldn't say.

She never brung any of 'em home.

DIRECTOR: Professor Donald Blish,
Cardinal College.

Higher Mathematics screen test,

Seventh of May, 1970.

BELL RINGS
And action!

Hello, and welcome to Module Seven.

In this module,
we'll be looking at...

Rectilinear shapes.

Erm, don't tell me, don't tell me,
er... What is it?

DIRECTOR: Particularly triangles.

Thank you. Erm, particularly
trian... particularly triangles.

And finding the gradient,
equations and intersections

of medians, altitudes
and perpendicular bisectors.

BELL RINGS

Sorry, this isn't public.

Oh, Detective Sergeant Morse.
Thames Valley.

I'm looking for a Carl Sturgis.

This about Molly Andrews?

I said all I had to
when it happened.

Don't you wanna find out what
happened to your girlfriend?

I know who you lot think did it.

Not me, I wasn't part
of the original inquiry.

I'm keeping an open mind.

That's why I'm here.
Why what do you think happened?

I don't know.

I'd give anything not
to have had that row with her.

I wasn't thinking straight.

I liked her.

She was a smashin' bird.

She was a smashin' bird and
now she's dead, and it's my fault.

If I hadn't acted like a berk...

This other man
you thought she'd been seeing?

"Some college type," you said in
interview. Where d'you get that?

One of me mates said
he'd seen her in town with a bloke

who looked like he was in college.

You know the sort,
scarf, pushing a bike.

Should one get an agent,
do you think,

just to handle the money?

Putting the cart somewhat
before the horse, aren't you?

No. No, I don't think so, Jeremy.

Oh, they told you
you'd got the job, did they?

Well, not in so many words, but
I think we've got an understanding.

Look at this.

Well, well.

Dr Naomi Benford, 28,
currently, Junior Research Fellow

at The Department
of Latent Potential.

As you tilt the horizontal plane,
the section is an ellipse,

but there will come a point where
the plane is parallel to the line.

Now, let's see
how that applies to...

Strong... to break someone's neck?

Not necessarily.

The right angle, a sudden twist.

At least it would
have been relatively quick.

Nothing out of the ordinary, then?

All too ordinary, I'm afraid.

The female of the species
might hold good for Kipling,

but he never walked a crooked mile
in these brogues.

There's nothing here that
wasn't in my report at the time.

Well, I was on leave at the time.

Mr Bright's asked me
to take a second look.

It's just fresh horses.

What do you make
to the mark on her neck?

Ligature?

Garrotte, possibly?

But I thought you said her neck was
broken, that she wasn't asphyxiated.

Well, perhaps, he started out
trying to choke her and...

changed his mind.

You don't sound terribly convinced.

I'm not.

Answers on a postcard
to the usual address.

I think she's got a bloody nerve.
She's not been here five minutes.

Oh, give it a rest, will you?

Oh, speak of the little succubus.

Here she is, look.

You are a dark horse,
aren't you, love?

Something you want, Ferman?

I just wondered
where you got the idea

you would put yourself forward
for the television.

I wasn't aware
I had to ask your permission (?)

There was an advert
in the college newsletter.

Oh, I know there was. We all saw it.

There's such a thing
as seniority, you know.

You've heard the phrase,
best man for the job, have you?

SHE SCOFFS
Don't talk rot.

You're a junior research fellow.

Tea and filing,
that's what you're here for

and don't you forget it.

Naomi, if you have a moment.

KNOCK AT DOOR

And a certain woman,

which had an issue of blood
12 years

And had suffered many
things of many physicians

and spent all that she had,
and was nothing bettered,

but rather grew worse.

When she had heard of Jesus

she came into the press behind,

and touched his garment.

And he said unto her,

Daughter, thy faith
hath made thee whole.

Go in peace,
and be whole of thy plague.

SHE CHUCKLES

I am feeling better, Puli.

Stronger every day.

Well, that's marvellous.

You do have faith, don't you, Puli?

Of course, my dear.

Of course.

OPERA PLAYS ON STEREO

You said to call
if I didn't hear anything.

No. No, I understand. No.

I haven't changed my mind.

I'll be in for
the usual session next week,

but you know where to get hold of me
if there's any news.

OK, bye now.

Morning, yeah.

OWL CALL

BELLS CHIME

Morning, Win.

Morning, Reet. Bridget.

Shoo. Shoo!

It's nine o'clock with Mr Bright.

Sharp, he said.

Traditionally, the condemned man
gets a hearty breakfast.

Oh, come on, it's not like that.

Isn't it? My investigation
passed scrutiny, then?

Well. Early days.

That right?

Butter's cold.

Square.

Wavy lines.

So, going through
the original statements,

there's a dog-walker came forward,
day after the body was discovered,

said he'd heard someone
whistling on the towpath. Whistling?

Hm. A melody that he couldn't place.

But it doesn't seem
to have been followed up.

I followed it up.

I spoke to him.
Mr Scrimm. He didn't see anyone.

There's nothing to say
it was connected, sir.

What about traffic on the canal?

Very little of it, sir.

The odd bit of boating for pleasure,
but not at that time of year.

I'm sorry, sir,
but that's not strictly true.

Erm, I have a report
of a narrow boat, The Rosie Jugg,

logged passing through
Braunston Junction

in the early hours
of New Year's Day.

Skipper was an Abraham Petrovski.

He has history of petty theft
and drunken disorderliness.

Though, where he is now
is anybody's guess.

Any other business?

Good.

Erm, F-23?
I just wondered,

now you've had a little time.

Mm. Well, I don't think we're
taking that any further, are we?

F-23 scores very highly.

Some little nobody?

What's that got
to do with anything?

She might not know which knife
and fork to use at high table,

but her scores are off the chart.

Jeremy, you'll back me up.

I don't know, Nay.

There's nothing there that couldn't
have come out of the papers?

Well, I don't know. Isn't that
the point? Don't we have a duty?

To science? Certainly.

Yeah, but science doesn't exist in
a vacuum. We're part of this town.

There's no need for hysterics.

I'm not hysterical.
I'm worried, genuinely worried.

You said you'd consider this
seriously, but it's been months.

It really isn't any of our concern.

But it will be if something happens

and it gets out
we've withheld information.

But it won't.
Won't what?

Won't happen or won't get out?
Either.

Now, really, I am very busy.

It don't sit right with me,
you do know that, don't you?

Not being able to
close the book on it.

I don't care for it
any more than you do.

You've just got to be patient.

Keep your powder dry.
We'll get him.

I know.

Oh, I tried to call
Miss Thursday at Welfare,

just about Molly Andrews' daughter.
They said she's on secondment.

That's right. Win did say.

Four months. Six months. Something.

Talk to Viv Wall.

She'll see you right
about the kiddie. I will.

Monday morning, then.

Mind how you go.
Mm-hm.

WHISTLED TUNE

WHISTLING INTENSIFIES

RELIEVED SIGH

Oh, I thought you'd gone home.

No.

Can you lock up, then?

He's right, you know.

It's none of our business.

Something like that's
never anyone's business.

Till it's everyone's.

I thought you were on my side.

Is this about...?
No.

Good heavens, no.

Then, why?

You'll always be on the outside,
you know.

Snotty grammar school nose
pressed against the pane.

They'll never let you in their club,

no matter however often
you take their part.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

PHONE RINGS

Morse.

'I have Doctor Benford
on the line for you.'

Put him through.

FEMALE VOICE: 'Hello?'
Doctor Benford? How can I help?

'I'm calling about the woman
killed in the towpath at New Year,

'Molly Andrews?'

Oh, yes.

What was it you wanted to say?

'One of my test subjects...

'Actually, can we
meet somewhere tomorrow?'

Well, this is something.

Yes.
Yes, it is. Naomi Benford.

Dorothea Frazil. Oxford Mail.

You making a speech?

A speech? Me? No. No,
I wouldn't know how.

I'm just, er, saying a few words.

I'd love an interview
with the organisers,

even just a quote,
do you know them?

Yeah, of course.
It's Arielle, Sheila and Sally.

I can introduce you.
Oh, fantastic.

Hi, sorry, can I introduce
Dorothea Frazil. Oxford Mail.

Sally Alexander, I presume.

Sorry. Excuse me, just a minute.

The creche is just along the hall.

I'm sorry? The creche.
The chaps are running it today,

if that's what you're looking for.
No, I'm here to see a Dr Benford.

You're the policeman.
That's correct.

Erm...

..I might have
spoken out of turn last night.

Prematurely, at least.

Well, how's that?

I'm afraid my blood was up
when I telephoned.

You are aware there's an offence
of wasting police time?

I'm sorry, but there are
professional protocols

I'm obliged to observe
before I can speak freely.

If you have any information
about what happened

on the towpath at New Year,

you have an obligation
to tell the police.

And I'm sorry,
but it's not my story to tell.

There are people I need to talk to,
well, a person.

I'm speaking to them this afternoon.
Right.

I can't betray a confidence.
I'm sorry.

This you for the weekend, is it?
Some of it.

At four, I've more of this
dreadful cat business.

Cats going missing,
and then turning up...

all...

Oh, it's too horrible.

One for the RSPCA, no doubt.

So as you can see,
my dance card is positively chocker.

What is it that you're all hoping
to be liberated from, exactly?

Is it just the dishes,
or light housekeeping in general?

Patriarchal hegemony, in the main.

Ah. Freedom from the tyranny of the
squeezy bottle's just an adjunct.

Speaking of which,
how are you settling in

to this new place of yours?

Urgh, slowly.

I'm still waiting
to hear about Venice.

Streets are filled with water.

Stop press (!)

What about you?
You've clearly plans?

Oh, I shall be oppressing
someone somewhere, I expect.

Keeping the chauvinist end up.
Mm.

Otherwise, I'll take my comforts
where I can. "Music hath charms."

Have a nice weekend.

SHE CHUCKLES

STRING MUSIC PLAYS

You're sure?

I didn't think it was right
to speak on your behalf,

not without asking you first.

No, no. You know,

I wanted to go to them
in the first place. I just...

wanted to do it the right way.

Will they believe me?

He seemed pretty decent.

Slightly bad tempered, but then,
he did think I was wasting his time,

so I guess that's understandable.

I did get the impression he
wanted to get to the bottom of this.

I'll just feel better
once they know.

I'm sure I will.
SHE SIGHS

It's just, er...

..a weight on me.

I know.

I've been meaning to thank you.

For what?

For believing me.

It's going to be all right.

I promise.

Oh!

Excuse me.

Stop! Stop!

Careful!

Are you all right?

It's, erm...

Morse.

..Morse! Of course!
Forgive me.

English names.

I'm sorry, have we met?

Ludo. We were up at the same time.

I was at Beaufort,
and you were at... erm...

No, wait, don't tell me.

I was at Lonsdale.

Lonsdale, yes! Please,
allow me to stand you a drink?

Oh no. I'm fine, thank you.

No, look, I insist.

I have some small connection
to this afternoon's entertainment,

which, in a manner of speaking,
makes you my guest.

Frivolous.
It is NOT scientific work!

It's NOT important.

This... this is...
demeans us all, I'm sorry.

Donald, I think you're
being unreasonable.

Oh, sorry.

It'll keep. If you're in
the middle of something.

I can...
No, we're not.

Donald.

Do you know about this?

Oh, I might've heard
something about it.

Well, you might have told me.

You know,
this is a serious department.

We are engaged upon serious work.

The Bursar's already making
noises about funding.

Something like this
could turn us into a laughing stock.

APPLAUSE

You enjoyed the concert?

Very much.

Music is my life. My grand passion.

Second only to the dogged pursuit
of beautiful women.

MORSE LAUGHS
You would say this,

"dogged pursuit," in English?
Yes, we would.

Well, there we are,
such are the articles of my faith.

The only ones I acknowledge,
in any event.

There are much worse.

Ah, none better.
CHUCKLES

And now I am hungry.

Shall we have supper?

Oh, well...
I shall brook no refusal.

There's a little place I know.

You'll love it.

Cross.

Wavy lines.

Triangle.

TV ANNOUNCER: League Division One.

Cambridge - nil, Lincoln - one.

Oxford - one, Birmingham - nil.

Leicester - four,
Manchester...

Not like you to miss the results.

..Ipswich - two,
Carlisle...

Right. Work.

..Northampton - one,
Halifax - two.

Er, it's work. The, er...

..the girl up the towpath
at New Year.

Mr Bright's asked Morse
to take a look at it.

Make sure
there's nothing I've missed.

Morse?

Well, I'm not sure what
I think about that, I'm sure.

Don't mean anything.

Standard practice, that's all.

FAINT CHIRPS

Ah...

I bought a couple of canaries
down the market.

A pair, a cock and hen.
We might get some chicks.

Might we?

I used to keep birds
when I was a boy.

Well, look after them
for the old man.

I thought it might be...

Something. An interest.

Feathers everywhere.

It's not feathers everywhere.

And if it is,
I'll... I'll see to it.

It's two birds.

They're not gonna bother you.

Well, where're we going to put them?

Where we going to keep them?
Up my arse, Winifred.

That's where gonna keep them.
Up my arse.

Like David Nixon.

I'm just asking.

No need for language.

In a cage, where d'you think?

I just saw them, and I wanted them,
and I bought them.

And that's it, and that's all.

I thought it might be
something nice. Something not...

..blood and cruelty.

And hatred.

What one person will do to another,
you've no idea.

Just gets you down sometimes,
that's all.

Another bottle?

Oh, no.

HE LAUGHS

Well, what a day.

We have a saying in my country,

"Do not praise the day
before sunset."

Which country is that?

War has redrawn national borders
so many times

as to make such notions
an irrelevance.

I prefer to say
I'm a man of the world.

And what is it you do in the world?

Travel mostly.

My family's in shipping.

Since before Vasco da Gama.
LAUGHS

I look after the various arms
of our charitable foundation.

I buy and sell beautiful things.
Artwork.

I have a music festival.
And you?

Oh, nothing quite so interesting.

I'm a policeman.

Truly?
Mm-hm.

But you seem a man of refinement.
Of great taste.

Not at all a lumpen,
plodding, petty official.

Ah, I've offended you.

I meant, of course,
those policemen not in England.

Have you travelled
much in the continent?

Oh, a little.

So, you will know
the border officials

and provincial policemen
are one of two types.

The dull,
everything-by-the book sort

And those who understand the only
international language worth a damn.

Which type are you?

The former. Definitely.

Incorruptible? Is that it?
That's right.

Every man has his price.

HALF-LAUGH
Every man.

I shall make it my life's
business to find yours.

And once I have found your weakness,

I shall exploit it without mercy
to my own ends.

And what is that?

I shall think of something.
HE LAUGHS

And what about you?

What's your weakness?

My weakness?

My weakness left me.

Ah...

I see. I'm sorry.

Perfect.

DISTANT HUM OF VACUUM CLEANER

WOMAN SCREAMS

SCREAMING
VACUUM STOPS

SCREAMING INTENSIFIES

Bridget?

Department Of Latent Potential.

Some sort of science research lab.

Attached to Cardinal College,
so far as I can make out.

Who's the deceased?

Dr Naomi Benford.

28 years old.

What?
She's just so young.

Did you know her?

I saw her about once or twice.

You know, early bird.
But not to speak to.

You're all right though?
Yeah.

It was Reet's granddaughter,
Bridget, that found her, not me.

It's you I'm married to.

I saw worse on fire watch,
in the war. Really.

I'm fine.

Now, go on. Do your job.

She'd just been picked
to be on the television

for some new academic
broadcasting programme.

There's a bit in the Mail today.

Interview, she did with Miss Frazil.

Family?

Penge. Locals are notifying them.

But she had a flat in North Oxford.

Multiple catastrophic injuries

consistent with a high fall
onto an unyielding surface.

Have to wait on the post-mortem

to establish
exactly which killed her,

but there's perimortem hematoma
to both upper arms.

Someone gripped her by the biceps,

firmly enough to bruise,

within moments of her decease.

When?

Saturday evening, sometime?

Watch is stopped,
just after eight to twelve.

You think this is connected
to Molly Andrews?

Don't you?

So, she calls the station
Friday night,

claiming to have information
on the Towpath Killer.

Only when I see her on Saturday,
at Ruskin, she's got cold feet

and says she needs
to speak to someone

before she can disclose
anything she knows.

And now she's dead.

Somebody's killed her before she can
spill what she knew about Molly.

Somebody here.

Who's in charge of this place?

Head man's a Professor,
Sir Donald Blish.

He's got tutorials this afternoon,

and never comes in
on a Monday morning,

but one of the junior men is in.

A Dr Jeremy Kreitsek.

What is it you do here,
Doctor Kreitsek?

We're examining certain aspects
of human consciousness.

Psychic phenomena.

Telekinesis.
ESP - Extra Sensory Perception.

Telaesthesia -
travelling clairvoyance

or remote viewing,
if you prefer.

Some people
call it distant seeing,

but it all means the same thing.
Which is what?

A subject will be able to focus in
on places they've never even been.

Could be next door
or on the other side of the world,

and describe it
with great clarity and detail.

All in their mind's eye.

People too,
that have never even met.

So, do you get paid for this?

SNORTS

I'm sure that to a layman

it all sounds like
a whole lot of mumbo jumbo,

but Faraday was an early researcher.

Sir William Crookes,
Rufus Osgood Mason.

They all believed the mind
contains vast, untapped powers.

DOOR OPENS

What's all this?

So?

It's Naomi.
There's been some sort of accident.

The stairwell.

I don't know what happened,
but she's... she's dead.

These gentlemen are with the police.

What? No, that can't be right.

I'm afraid it is. Dr...?

Ferman.

We'll need an account
of everyone's movements

between Saturday afternoon
and Sunday morning.

Well, I was in the pub
on Saturday night.

I'm afraid what I did see
of Sunday was beneath an eiderdown.

Which pub?

The Baby And The Bird.

The Turl.

And, well, after that
it gets a bit hazy.

Anyone vouch for you?

Bar staff, I suppose.

What about you, Doctor Kreitsek?

I was at The Tunnel, Saturday night.

It's a folk club.

Oh, yeah. Who was on?

Who was playing?
Mm-hm.

Chap called Thackeray, I like.

Seen him at Braden's Week.

I've seen him a couple of times.

Doctor Benford been with you long?

Since, um, about autumn.

What was her role here?

Junior research fellow.

Naomi carried out
a number of our experiments.

What sort of experiments?

The subject undergoes
a period of sensory deprivation.

A red light is shone
on ping-pong balls,

which are cut in half
and placed over the eyes.

At the same time,
headphones play white noise.

What's the game there, then?

Well, the idea is to clear the mind
of any external stimuli

in order that the subject might
become more receptive,

more attuned to their
extra sensory potential.

And do they?