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'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.'

Castle Gate CID. Strange.

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

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.

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."

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

Three more chicken in a basket.

Two scampi in a basket.

You all right, Jen?

Yeah.

Yeah, sorry, Tony.

I'm fine. It was just a turn.

I'll be all right.

This is more like it.

Thank you.

♪ Should auld acquaintance Be forgot... ♪

- Cheers. - Cheers.

♪ And never brought to mind

♪ Should auld acquaintance Be forgot... ♪

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.

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!

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?

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?

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.

Professor Donald Blish, Cardinal College.

Higher Mathematics screen test,

Seventh of May, 1970.

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?

Particularly triangles.

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

And finding the gradient, equations and intersections

of medians, altitudes and perpendicular bisectors.

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 do 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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Morse.

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

Put him through.

- '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.

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.

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.

You enjoyed the concert?

Very much.

Music is my life. My grand passion.

Second only to the dogged pursuit of beautiful women.

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.

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.

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.

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 do 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.

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.

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.

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.

And what about you?

What's your weakness?

My weakness?

My weakness left me.

Ah...

I see. I'm sorry.

Perfect.

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?

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.

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?

Some, yeah.

Once the subject is suitably prepared,

the tester turns through a collection of flash cards

which show various geometric symbols.

Like, er, triangles, squares, circles, wavy lines and that.

The subject tries to see what's on the cards.

Triangle.

Anything in it?

Some subjects show an above average aptitude

for correctly identifying the symbols.

And some subjects show a below average aptitude, I assume.

Given the nature of averages.

Look, the government show us a lot of respect for the work we do here.

Perhaps you might want to extend the same respect that it warrants.

Well, to get back to the matter in hand,

did Dr Benford have a boyfriend, or...?

Not so far as I know.

Well, I can't say we were close.

When did you last see her?

Saturday afternoon.

Here?

Doctor?

Good morning.

Detective Sergeant Morse - Chief Inspector Thursday.

From Thames Valley. We're looking for a Professor Blish.

Donald. My husband.

He's in the garden. Won't you come in?

Thought I heard the door.

The police, darling.

Someone at college has died.

A Dr Benford?

- Naomi? - I'm afraid so, sir.

Detective Chief Inspector Thursday, Detective Sergeant Morse.

Would you like tea, or something stronger?

Thank you, Mrs Blish, we won't if it's all the same.

Sorry...

Darling, if I could just trouble you for a cheque for Querels

and then I'll be out of your hair.

I've made out the amount.

The butchers.