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Received.

Received.

Cortege is just pulling away
towards the chapel, over.

Received.

Roger and out.

Eyes down for a full house.

They are about to enter
the chapel, over.

Bit of discretion, Charlie.

This isn't the Eights Week
Dinner Dance.

Good turnout.

The Lord is My Shepherd.

Two and three.

Twenty-three.

Gandhi's breakfast.

Ate nothing.

Eighty.

Prepare the payroll for
Clissold Fashions, please.

At once, sir.

Where do you think you're going?

It's a free country.

You people.

Have some respect.

You have four hours.

Turn your papers over...

and begin.

Five and two.

Danny La Roo.

Fifty-two.

Christmas cake?

Good morning, sir.

The payroll
for Clissold Fashion, sir.

Thank you, Gidderton.

Just leave it on the desk,
would you?

Ah, the gang's all here, then.

Oxford's finest.

Tommy Thompson.

Bernie Waters.

Who's the long streak
with the blonde?

Peter Matthews, Sr.

The house-trained half
of the Matthews Brothers.

Breakers Yard Matthews Brothers?

Out Abingdon way?

"Scrap Metal Dealers
of Repute."

The one on the right with
the dark glasses, that's Cole.

The older brother.

Ah, they're all villains.

The whole Matthews family.

Miss Frazil.

Friends or family?

The king is dead.

Long live the king.

Harry Rose was a lot of things,

but royalty wasn't one of them.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

I don't have anything
to say to you!

Afternoon,
Mr. Clissold.

Late today.

I thought you'd forgotten us.

It's a lunch hour,
Miss Thursday.

Sorry, Mr. Fordyce.

I'll make it up.

Indeed you will, Miss Thursday.

This is a bank,
not a social club.

Miss Frazil's got a point.

With Harry Rose gone,

the jockeying for top dog
could get nasty.

Hello, matey.

Back already?

Finished early.

Pretty straightforward,
isn't it?

You checked your answers?

Twice.

How'd it go?

Ah, you know what they say
about funerals.

Always someone catches
his death.

Morse.

Gentlemen.

Cedric Clissold.

Late of Clissold Fashions.

There were two to the chest.

Shots heard about an hour ago,

which would appear to give
a fairly reliable time of death.

Be able to give you caliber
once I've had a root about.

Looks to be a wages snatch, sir.

£2,000,
according to Mrs. Abbott.

She's come out from the factory.

Mr. Clissold always collected
the payroll on a Wednesday.

From where?

Wessex on Cross Street.

Joan's branch, isn't it?

Witnesses?

One of the neighbors
heard a shot,

took it for a car backfiring.

Next of kin?

He was widowed.

No other family to speak of.

Keep on with the door-to-door.

Yes, sir.

Well, that didn't take long.

Harry Rose barely cold.

Right, matey.

We'll take the bank.

You tidy up here.

Formal statement from
Mrs. Abbott, then give the car

a quick go once we've got
his body out, okay?

It's just awful.

Mr. Clissold was a valued
customer of long standing.

He seemed his usual self,
did he?

Nothing out of the ordinary?

No. Not at all.

It was a perfectly
straightforward transaction,

the same as always.

How was his business?

He was facing stiff competition
from Far East imports

and recently had to lay off
a quarter of his workers.

Money troubles?

You didn't happen to notice
anyone outside?

Odds are the robbers would've
had their eye on him.

I didn't really notice.

I was late back from lunch.

No.

Tell a lie.

There was a car across the road.

Navy.

Well, what about a driver?

Mm, no.

Sorry.

Anything more
from Mrs. Abbott?

Well, she was asking
after an order book,

some sort of carbon pad
he used for work.

Forensics didn't pick up
anything like that, did they?

Not so far as I know.

"Mucky Beth."

"Moaning Becomes Electra."

Good grief!

"Hedda Gobbler."

Only in Oxford.

Mm.

We're shut.

Yeah, looks it.

You got an afternoon license?

This is a private members club.

Nice bit of work today.

Oh, yeah?

What's that then?

Wages snatch in Holywell Street.

We're all right for a comic, ta.

Always looking for strippers,
though.

What do you reckon, Pete?

Fred Thursday
in G-string and pasties?

Don't talk with your
mouth full, Cole.

Makes you look simple.

Where were you, then,
this afternoon?

You know where we were.

Harry Rose's wake.

And later?

I took a bath.

Anyone confirm that?

Yeah. Me.

And where were you,
at the plug end?

Drop it, drop it!

Drop it!

Drop it, you snide cow-son!

Drop it!

Or it'll be your neck and Cole's
parole, right there.

Any ideas you've got

about taking over Harry Rose's
pitch, think again.

You're on notice.

Coming for us, are you, Fred?

Then you'd better come carrying.

Count on...

Sounds nasty.

Yeah, I heard you got plugged.

Lung shot, wasn't it?

You want to cut down
on the pipe.

Two bullets,.38 caliber.

Same as you've got rattling
around.

Thanks for the reminder.

What have I missed?

Sunday night at the London
Palladium, by the look of you.

Anything from his work?

Um, seems to have been
pretty well liked,

so far as I could make out.

But nobody could tell me much
about his personal life.

Private sort?

"Secretive" was the word used

by more than one
of his colleagues.

Obsessively so.

And maybe not without cause.

There was a box in the boot
of his car

filled with stag films.

Nature studies?

Not an antler in sight,
I'm afraid.

Well, I'll leave you to your...
whatever it is.

Doctor'll fill you in
on the rest.

Sergeant.

Oh, and I shan't need you
in the morning.

Make my own way in.

What did I miss?

Not much.

In general good health
for a man of his age.

No disease.

You didn't happen
to open his jacket

to get to his chest, did you?

No, it was like that
when I arrived.

The robber takes £2,000,
but then hangs about

to pinch his wallet?

Actually, the wallet was in
the back pocket of his trousers.

On the side with the rest
of his personal effects.

Huh.

There wasn't a pad
with this lot, was there?

His work were asking.

What came in
is what's there, as always.

What about his final meal?

Bit gastric for you, isn't it?

Wouldn't happen to be

chicken meat and sweet corn
soup, by any chance?

Saveloy and chips.

You're sure?

Alimentary, my dear Morse.

Why?

He's got a Chinese
take-away menu here.

Bamboo House
on the Marston Road.

Oh, that closed.

Years ago.

Now...

what's this about
a sergeant's exam?

Pastures new?

How's that?

There's not going to be room

for two sergeants
at Cowley, is there?

Program, sir?

Poor Mr. Clissold.

I can't believe
I only saw him this afternoon.

You didn't notice anyone

out of the ordinary
hanging round the street?

I'll get it.

I thought you'd already made
a statement.

I have.

To Jim Strange.

Well, then.

There's no need to go on
about it at home.

Especially on Sam's last night.

People remember things.

For me, is it?

No, it's for Joanie.

Who for Joan?

Some fella.

He have a name?

I didn't ask.

Call yourself a copper's son?

Hello?

Morse?

Oh, Dr. Lorimer.

I thought it was you.

This is a surprise, I must say.

I never thought
to see you again.

Are you in Oxford?

For a few years now.

I'm a policeman at Cowley.

A detective constable.

Although I sat my
sergeant's exam this morning.

Flying colors await, I'm sure.

You were a good student.

You mean I was the only one
who didn't mind

running down the High
to put a bet on for you.

What did you have me get you?

Twenty Guards,
a quart of blended,

and five bob on anything
offering threes or better.

"All my sins remembered."

Well, "We have heard the chimes
at midnight."

Once or twice, yes.

Well, it was good to see you.

And you.
Enjoy the second half.

Thank you.

Come and see me.

Yes, um, well, I'll telephone.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

10:00?

You remember the way?

Uh, yes.

Tomorrow, then.

I made you a round,
for the coach.

Cheese and pickle.

Come here, then.

Cheer-oh, Fatty.

Jump to it.

And don't cheek the RSM,

or you'll find yourself
in the glasshouse

quicker than you can say
"knife."

I won't.

And see you write your mother.

I mean it.

A letter a week at least.

Let her know how
you're getting on.

Right, then.

Here.

There's, uh, just a few bob
for the NAAFI.

Best find your seat.

Watch that cough.

Dad...

I'm fine.

A creaking gate hangs longest.

Right, on you get.

Sam!

Don't volunteer for anything.

Thought I said I'd make
my own way in today.

I forgot.

Come on, Larry, shake a leg.

Stay in the car.

Any tips this morning, Bernie?

Oh, it's you,
Mr. Thursday.

You'd do worse
than "Make Mine Mink."

2:30 at Newmarket.

Oh, I was hoping for something
closer to home.

You know, this wages snatch
on Holywell Street.

Clissold Fashions.

Who's the favorite on that?

Oh, I, I can't,
Mr. Thursday!

Surprise yourself.

Stick or twist?

Stick or...?

All right, all right, all right.

Cole and Peter Matthews have
been planning something big.

But that's all I know.

There.

Wasn't too hard, was it?

I don't want no come-back.

You know what Cole's like.

Between you and me.

Thanks for the steer, Bernie.

Funny, that never came up
in the sergeant's exam.

What didn't?

Knocking informants around
until you get what you want.

Not everything's in Fitton's.

Is that how we do things now?

I told you to wait in the car.

The end justifies the means?

Bastards like that, yes.

This isn't tea
on the master's lawn.

Clissold's the first move
in a turf war.

Says who?
Me.

It's got the Matthews Brothers
written all over it

and we need to put it down,
and put it down hard.

I need a bagman I can stand on,

someone who's not afraid
to get their hands dirty.

So anytime it gets
too salty, you just say.

Here.

You said you'd make
your own way in.

Ah... good.

Come round.

Found me all right, then?

Well, the gillyflowers.

Ah, yes, always.

Um, sherry?

Mm, thank you.

They say you know
you're getting older

when policemen start
to look younger,

but I think in my case,
it's undergrads.

Coming through the quad there,

it's hard to believe
I was ever here at all.

It's funny.

Seeing you through the window,

you had the same look
on your face

the first time I ever saw you.

What look's that?

Oh... nervous, shy.

Uh... hopeful.

Yes, I suppose I was.

All of those things.

Frightened, mostly.

That's my abiding memory.

Of what?

Of being found out.

Found wanting.

Not for a moment.

A Congratulatory First
was yours for the asking.

If I'd known one had but to ask.

And you're keeping well?

Oh, yes, yes.

I'm chair on the Greats
Examination Board now,

but one year rolls
into the next.

The last I heard,
you were getting married.

Is that right?

Yes, yes.

And you, did you ever...?

Oh, no.

I've work and, um...

Well, work, mostly.

Rewarding, I expect.

It has its moments.

Ah, Thursday!

Wages snatch, sir.

Word is the Matthews Brothers

have been planning
something big.

What's this?

Thursday, this is Detective
Superintendent Crowthorn

and Detective Sergeant Craig
from the complaints bureau.

They'd like to talk to you.

Well, now we're in touch again,
you must dine in... High Table.

I'd like that.

You ever think
of picking up your degree?

Oh, no.

Like innocence
and hope for mankind,

I number it now
amongst the lost things.

Pity.

I was very sorry to see you go.

Been a fellow by now,
if you'd stayed the course.

I really...
I must be off.

Is there something you wanted
to talk to me about?

You didn't invite me back
just to kick through the leaves.

It's Nina, my wife.

I'm... concerned

for her safety.

She's... that is,
we are living apart.

Have been for some time.

I'm here, and she's got
the house in Summertown.

Um, what do you expect me
to do with this?

Just hear me out.

She's become involved
with this... type.

Paul Marlock.

Works at the Royal.

Some bingo hall in Cobb Street.

Anyway...

Now she wants a divorce.

Right.

But you've no real grounds
to think she's in any danger?

I thought perhaps you might
be able to look into it.

Into this Marlock.

You have the means, presumably.

I'm a police officer,
not a private inquiry agent.

If you want my advice,
you'd let it go.

Let it go.

Christ.

You know, I can still recall
your exact words

the first time you saw her.

I can see it now
as clear as day.

You came in, sat down
just there, and said...

"I've just seen an angel
crossing Carfax."

"A brown-eyed blonde with
the reddest lips you ever saw."

That last term, you were
a thing altogether pitiable.

Now, there's no fool
like an old fool, I know.

Good afternoon.

Hello.

I didn't think you were coming.

How's that?

You're not
Mr. Kitteridge?

The estate agent?

No.

No, I'm here to view.

You?

They gave me the key
at the office,

said to drop it back
after I'd had a look around.

What time are you?

2:30.

Me too.

They really are the end.

They've obviously
double-booked us.

Hey, we could see it together.

All right.

Morse.

Miss...?

Burton.

Nina.

Well, shall we?

My boyfriend is meeting me.

He should be here any minute.

Then you should be safe enough.

Have you just moved to the area?

I've been here awhile.

Yes, I've been here awhile too.

I'm in a pokey little
basement flat right now.

What brought you to Oxford?

I just wanted to travel.

Me and a girlfriend
got as far as Oxford.

Money ran out.

I got a job.

Doing what?

Just factory work.

Machinist.

Done all sorts since then.

Waitress...

I work in a florist's now.

What about your boyfriend?

What does he do?

You ask a lot of questions.

Ah, I was in market research.

Old habits.

He's in the entertainment
business.

Well, that's what I tell people.

He's a bingo caller.

I wonder what's keeping him.

Actually, he's not coming.

No?

No, I just said that to...

Well...

to make sure you were all right.

I see.

And am I?

All right?

I think so.

Sorry.

Silly, I suppose.

No... no, not at all.

He's already seen it.

He wants to put an offer in,

but I wanted to look it over
for myself first.

And does it pass muster?

I don't think so.

You?

Oh, I don't think it's for me.

Better luck next time.

Where've you been?

In pursuit.

Of what?

An angel crossing Carfax.

I think I'm meant to leave
wages snatches

to the rough boys these days,

aren't I?

Why? What's up?

Complaints want to talk to you.

Suspended?

A couple of weeks' furlough.

Just until it's cleared up.

If Bernie Waters has made
a complaint,

someone's put him up to it.

He hasn't got the brains
to blow his own wig off.

As may be, but Division takes
these things very seriously.

No one will question
your past service,

but there'll be no room
in Thames Valley

for... outdated methods.

"Paul Marlock."

I spoke to the coroner's men.

That workbook or pad
of Clissold's?

It hadn't fallen out in the van.

In case you were still looking.

I was.

Thank you.

Glad to be of use.

Oh, uh... Trewlove.

Are you doing anything tonight?

After work.

All the fours.

Droopy Drawers.

Tickety-boo.

Sixty-two!

Five and nine.

Brighton Line!

Oh, that's me! House! Here!

Ah, it appears we have a winner.

Dolores, will you check
the card, please?

And while Dolores is doing that,

we're just going to take
a short ten-minute interval,

after which we'll be playing

for big money.

Hot in there.

Oh, yeah.

That's why I come out.

Catch some air.

You here with someone?

Yes, the, uh, bird.

She's bingo mad.

Was gonna say.

You don't get many blokes
in here on their own.

You been at it long?

Six months.

Money for old rope.

And the tarts, of course.

Is that right?

Yeah, I got this one
on the go at the minute.

Legs up to here.

And stacked, like
Pete Murray's turntable.

So what's your line, then?

College?

That's right.

Thought so.

You look the type.

Just having a gasp, Tom.

Yeah, well, that's not
what you're paid for!

Be lucky.

Come on.

Really?

Righto.

What should I do
with the winnings?

I'd have thought I'd have
to turn them in, for evidence.

III-gotten gains
in the line of duty.

Oh, it wasn't
in the line of duty.

A private matter.

Keep it.

Really?

I don't want to find myself
on the end of a disciplinary.

Speaking of which,
what is going on upstairs

with Inspector Thursday?

Why? What do you hear?

That he leaned on someone
a little too heavily.

At least that's the word
around the canteen.

The canteen?

I wouldn't trust
the spotted dick in that place,

let alone anything else.

Did you get anywhere
with Marlock?

He looks a thorough scoundrel.

He is.

But irresistible to
the ladies, it would seem.

I thought him
eminently resistible.

You're a police officer.

You're immune.

There is a woman
under the uniform, Morse.

Just not a stupid one.

While you were talking to him,

I affected an interest
with Dolores,

who brought me my winnings.

His telephone number.

You'll be able to reverse-trace
an address for him.

Should you need it.

Good heavens, Morse.

Late for you!

Evening, sir.

Something I can help you with?

Inspector Thursday, sir.

Can they make it stick?

Complaints.

I suppose that very much depends

on what you said to the
officers from Division.

Yes.

He has in you, I think,

a loyal colleague.

And a staunch friend.

I've been wondering.

This "something big"
Bernie Waters said

that the Matthews Brothers
had been planning.

What if it wasn't
the wages snatch?

Thank you, sir.

You have any reason to doubt it?

Cole Matthews' previous

has been in the £10,000,
£15,000, £20,000 range.

Security vans, post offices.

If they are looking to take
Harry Rose's crown,

then knocking off
Cedric Clissold

for what amounts to beer money

seems a pretty poor way
to stake their claim.

You've no other cause

to think Clissold's death

anything other than
what first appears?

These "blue" films I found
in the boot of his car.

Now, if his death is connected
to that,

then the list of suspects
could be half the city.

Well, whatever
this "something big" is

the Matthews Brothers
have planned...

Is yet to occur.

Nice wheels, Kenny.

An unauthorized overdraft is
a serious matter, Mr. Morse,

as I'm sure you understand.

Yes.

Last month, you wrote a check
payable to a Mrs. G. Morse

for £25

while you had insufficient
funds in your account

against which to draw the sum.

We've also had £15
to a Mr. Robey,

turf accountant, of Lincoln.

And the same to Mr. Robey
the month before that

and the month before that.

Really, Mr. Morse,

the Wessex is not here
to underwrite a life of vice.

No, of course.

Look, I was a young man myself
once, you know.

I know what it's like.

Afellow must have the latest
this or that

to impress the ladies.

But such profligacy
will, I am afraid,

incur a financial penalty.

Hello.

Hello.

I saw you down the Royal
last night.

What were you doing
at the bingo?

Well... work.

Oh.

Look, I don't know
the ins and outs

and it's probably
not my place to say,

but the caller...

Paul Marlock.

I'd give him a wide berth,
maybe.

You're right.

It's not your place to say.

May I help... you?

Well, actually, Mrs. Lorimer,
I'm hoping that I can help you.

Paul Marlock, your boyfriend.

He's a con-man.

You should drop him.

Did Felix put you up to this?

Well, you can tell him,

better a con-man...

than a...

Than a... than a what?

My God,
you've no idea, have you?

I think you should go.

Or do you want me
to call the police?

I am the police.

Better a con-man than a what?

I think Felix killed someone.

A man called Clissold.

When I first come here,
I worked at Clissold Fashions.

Clissold had me model
the line for buyers

just to make a bit
of extra cash.

One of them said he had
a friend in the film business.

That he could get me a try-out.

It sounded like fun.

Only wh...

when I got there...

They weren't making
Gone With the Wind.

It was just the once,

and I told him
I wouldn't do any more.

I left Clissold's
and put it out of my mind

and got on with my life,
and I met Felix.

Everything was wonderful.

Then last year,
he went to a party

for one of his students
who was getting married.

Had a bit of a film show,
did they?

I begged him to let it go.

But he was terrified one
of his colleagues might see it.

Decided to find out
where it'd come from.

Which led him to Clissold.

But what makes you think
he went so far as to kill him?

Felix told me
he threatened Clissold.

That unless he destroyed
the film and all the prints

that he'd be sorry.

How did Clissold react?

He told Felix to get lost

or he'd put his name to a list
of customers he kept in a pad.

The one he used for work,
I suppose.

I remember he was always
very cagey about it.

Never let it out of his sight.

We didn't find anything
like that on him.

Unless...

Well, he had been to the bank
the morning he was killed.

You think he might
have left it there?

At the bank?

Would you recognize it?

Of course.

It's just a carbon pad.

Pick them up at any stationers.

Thank you.

For believing me.

I'm not sure that I do,
altogether.

I'm not lying.

I'm not saying that you are.

You think what you think,

but the Dr. Lorimer
that I know

wouldn't be capable
of such a thing.

Oh, I looked
into your Paul Marlock.

Well?

He's a fraudster,

but there's nothing
in his history

which would lead me to believe

that your wife is
in any physical danger.

Out of interest, where were you
Wednesday afternoon,

between 2:00 and 3:00?

I had a lecture.

Why?

It's not important.

Just something your wife said.

You've seen Nina?

Something, isn't she?

Let it go.

For your own good.

That's rich, coming from you.

Well, that's all I came to say.

If you'll excuse me.

Pursue it if I were you.

My ears and whiskers!

Is that young Morse I spy?

Oh... hello, Jerome.

Oh, um, run along now, Randall.

I shall be with you
in two shakes.

Alas, I fancy,

a lover of oysters.

For all my blandishments.

What are you doing

cloister loitering?

Looking up old friends?

Felix Lorimer.

Ah, the face that launched

a thousand shits.

Present company, of course.

Felix these days is chairman
of the Greats examiners.

Oh, yes, I'd heard.

What had you heard?

That he hands out vivas
like dolly mixtures?

Is this college gossip,

or did he beat you
to a place on the board?

That's neither here nor there.

It's about standards.

Let me tell you,

I had of late the great
misfortune to tutor

the stroke in the Oxford
boat last year,

and a greater dullard
may you never meet.

Yet somehow...

somehow this bank manager's son,

scarcely able to construct
a sentence

let alone a logical proposition,

ended up with a first.

Of course,
I imply no impropriety.

But what of you?

Oh, nothing to report.

I must be going.

Where might I find you?

I want to hear all your news.

Cowley Road Police Station.

I'm a detective
with the City Police.

Look sharp, Joanie.

Good-bye,
Mr. Mason.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello.

How can I help you today, sir?

Just a little check,
if you wouldn't mind.

It's made out to cash.

I've just spoke
to the old man on the phone.

We need to have a shufti
of the surveillance footage.

He wants us to see if we can get
any more ground covered

before Kidlington takes over.

Who's that?

Kenny Stone.

Car thief and sometime
stock car racer.

Fancies himself
another Jim Clarke.

Getaway driver, perhaps?

For Clissold.

I know Bernie Waters,
but who's that with him?

Tommy Thompson.

No, no,
to the right of Thompson.

Larry Nelson, small fry,

runs around picking up crumbs
after Pete Matthews.

That's Peter there.

Peter's wife Sheila.

Peter's wife doesn't seem
too keen on the widow.

That's because Peter's
knocking her off.

Larry Nelson's
very solicitous of the wife.

Keeping in Peter's
good books, isn't he?

He looks shifty to me.

Well, Larry just does
what he's told.

Hm.

I wouldn't be so sure
about that.

Cole and Peter about?

They've gone to see
their mother.

She took poorly.

Looking after the place
for a couple of hours.

We're looking for Larry Nelson.

Larry?

I wouldn't know.

Don't come that, Bernie.

Larry breaks wind,
you know he's had

one egg for breakfast or two.

What's the story

with Larry
and Peter Matthews' wife?

Story?

They seem very close.

What do you mean?

Time like this,

everything up in the air,

man might try and break out
on his own, wouldn't you think?

I couldn't say.

Well, you have plenty to say

when it comes
to putting the black

on Inspector Thursday,
though, eh?

Yeah, I've got rights!

Can't go round knocking
people about like that.

Your sort don't have
rights, Bernie.

That's enough, that's enough!

You go for one of ours,

I will skulldrag you,
do you hear me?

All right!

If you see Larry,
tell him we're looking for him!

Don't ever do that again.

I'm questioning a suspect,
I expect you to back me.

Questioning a suspect?

If you want to take a leaf
out of Thursday's book,

there's better places to start.

Look, let's get one thing
straight, matey.

You don't tell me,
I tell you, all right?

Job calls for brains, you'll
be the first in the queue.

Something like this, leave it
to those who've got the sand.

Morning, Mr. Fordyce.

Mr. Gidderton.

Weekend float's just pulled up.

Very good.

Tell them we'll
open up the rear.

Morning, Joanie.

Morning.

Morning.

What if it wasn't
a wages snatch?

I've been talking to my old
"Mods" tutor, Felix Lorimer.

His wife's got involved

with a bingo caller
from the Royal, Paul Marlock,

a con-man and a fraudster.

The Royal's a front
for the Matthews Brothers.

If Marlock's caught up
with that lot...

Well, the point is,
when I warned her about him,

she told me she suspected
her husband of killing Clissold.

She's wrong... he didn't.

How do you know?

He was giving a lecture
at the time.

Those blue films I found
in Clissold's boot.

Turns out Nina Lorimer
had made one for him.

She told me Clissold
kept a record

of everyone he'd sold them to
in some sort of note pad.

Now, if we can find that,

maybe it'll prove one way
or another who was involved.

I suppose she has
an alibi, has she,

for the time in question,
Mrs. Lorimer?

Well, she works

in a florist

and she was there,
so far as I know.

So far as you know?

Well, you watch how you go then.

Getting mixed up
in other people's affairs

seldom ends happily for anyone.

I know what I'm doing.

Do you?

I'm not the one
currently suspended.

Was it worth it?

Bernie Waters.

Bernie Waters
is up to something.

It wouldn't matter
if he was or wasn't.

Sam going off to the army,

this bullet you're
carrying around.

You just wanted
to hurt somebody.

Well, you won't have to worry

picking up after me
anymore, will you?

Your Sergeant's come through,
you'll be off.

And maybe it's about time.

Everything in its season.

Mind how you go.

It's Police business,
Mr. Fordyce.

This is a most unusual request.

Ordinarily, we'd require
a judge's order.

Well, unfortunately,
time is of the essence.

It may have a direct bearing
on Mr. Clissold's murder.

That's Lonsdale, isn't it?

The young man in the photograph?

My son William.

He took a first
in Greats last year.

Well spotted.

My old College.

Indeed!

My subject, too.

Under Felix Lorimer.

Ah.

Charming man.

Quite charming.

Mr. Clissold's
safety deposit box, sir.

I'll need a signature.

Of course.

And this.

Thank you, Gidderton.

Is that it?

It looks to be.

I have someone with me
who could be able to verify it.

Morse?

People will say we're in love.

Small world.

But I wouldn't want to paint it.

Does it look familiar?

That's it!

All right, nobody move,
this is a robbery!

Hands where I can see 'em.

She's going for the button!

Okay.

Stop!

Don't look at me!

Do exactly as you're told
and no one will get hurt.

Five minutes, it'll all be over.

Come on then, get on with it!

What you waiting for?

Put the money in the bag!

You, where's the safe?

It's in here!

Right, come on then, with me.

You stay here!

Come on, I haven't got all day!

All right!

Move it!

C.I.D., Strange.

Right, get it open.

Open it up, come on.

Where is it?

Get it open.

Come on!

Move!

Get down there!

Don't look at me!

Come on.

Anonymous tip-off, sir.

There's a raid taking place

on the Wessex Bank
on Cross Street.

He's had his 20 minutes.

Excuse me, Madame?

Yes, sir, how can I help you?

All units from Information Room.

Sorry, sir, one moment.

Suspected Robbery
at Wessex Bank on Cross Street.

Down!

Clear the street!

Clear the street!

Come on, let's go!

Get on your feet!

Move!

Move it!
Move it!

It'll be okay, they're here now.

Get back!

Talk to me, Tommy,
what's going on?

It's the kid.

He shot a copper.

He's done what?

He's done what?!

Sir.

This is Chief Superintendent
Reginald Bright

of the City Police.

To whoever is inside
the Wessex Bank,

you are completely surrounded
by armed officers.

Lay down your arms,

and come out now
with your hands up.

I repeat.

You're completely surrounded.

Lay down your arms and come out

with your hands above you head.

Well, this is no bloody use.

Sir?

My name is Bright.

Let's not make things worse.

Put him down.

What? Wait!

Who asked you?

Don't be so bloody stupid.

Stupid?!

Do I look stupid?

I'll show you who's
stupid, shall I?!

I just meant if you gun down
a senior police officer

in cold blood, they'll hunt you
to the ends of the earth.

That's all.

Tell him we want transport.

And safe passage, guaranteed.

We want a car and safe passage.

Guaranteed.

Or we start shooting.

I'm not sure that can be
arranged.

You've got one hour.

Or one of this lot gets it.

Your choice.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Come on!

Cole?

Cole!

What're we gonna do?

Get 'em locked up downstairs.

You're the manager, right?

That's right.

Are there any other ways
out of here?

There's the rear entrance.

No, no, no,
they'll have that covered.

What about downstairs?

No, that's just used
for storage...

Account records,
that sort of thing.

Show me, come on.

Move it, come on.

Get in there.

I need you to brief
D.I. Barcroft.

You'd better send a car...
actually, go yourself.

Where the hell is Morse?

Get down there now.

Come on, move it, move it!

All right, what have we got?

Would you believe it?

All right, all right.

I'm coming.

I want to go home.

We'll all go home.

The police will sort it out.

They haven't made much
of a job of it so far.

It's a raid that's gone wrong.

The getaway driver's panicked.

The men upstairs
are stranded, frightened,

and in it up to their necks.

They didn't seem frightened
to me.

As soon as they realize
the fix they're in,

they'll surrender.

We all just need to keep calm.

What's next door?

A hotel.

Any tools in the place?

Crowbar?
Sledge-hammer?

Come on!

There's a fire-axe.

Where?

Show me, come on!

Are you all right?

Is that the one?

Yeah.

Not that I can see
it means anything.

Oh, it means something.

Clissold didn't want
anyone else reading it.

It's enciphered.

Can you read it?

Not without the key.

Good luck.

It's all Greek to me.

It's a good job you're here.

I mean, I'm glad.

If it's any comfort.

Me, too.

Don't worry.

It'll be all right.

What's this?

A puzzle.

Why would a man carry around
a menu for a restaurant

that long ago
went out of business?

I give up.
Why would he?

More to the point,
why would he circle

just one item on the menu?

Number 26.

"Chicken Meat
in Sweet Corn Soup."

Do you know?

Mm.

Of what are there 26?

Teeth?

No, that's 32.

Bones in the human foot.

There are, but that's not it.

26 Cantons in Switzerland.

Or is it 25?

Letters in the alphabet?

Of which the last and 26th is...

Zed.

So, 26 equals Zed,

equals C for Chicken.

And so it goes on.

One gives us...

D.

That's right.

And two is E,

and so on.

So, what does it say?

Well, so far I've got
"Royal Palace 50"

"Dark Venetian 80"

and "Greek Scholar 200."

Maybe I was wrong.

You're welcome to grab
a bunch of numbers

and start turning them
into letters.

You're just trying
to keep us occupied, aren't you?

Well, which would you prefer:
terrified or distracted?

I'd sooner be thinking
of a way out.

Please keep me at breast.

What can I do?

Do?

I'm not going
to sit on my hands.

With the way things are,
I'm afraid you may have to.

Look, I'm leaving
for the station in a moment.

Division want a progress report.

I'll brief you on the way.

Where's Morse?

I don't know.
Can't get hold of him.

Mrs. Thursday,
please try not to worry.

Fred, what did he mean,
"With things the way they are?"

Mrs. Thursday.
Inspector.

There's no story,
Miss Frazil, not today.

I know, I know.

I thought we could
have a cup of tea.

There's nothing on the record
today, Inspector.

I'd just like to help.

I wouldn't mind
a cup of tea, Fred.

I'll be at the station
with Mr. Bright.

I won't be long.

Come on.

Thank you.

All right?

They just shot him.

Like it was nothing.

Here.

For the nerves.

Keep the pack.

Stick 'em behind your notebook
and nobody'll know.

Thanks.

Tip my old governor gave me.

Sergeant Vimes.

Cable Street.

Áno Pasaràn!

All right?

Let's have that jacket
buttoned up, then.

Sir.

You'd better look after this.

What did you mean about Paul?

Just I've come across him
in my travels, that's all.

You deserve better.

He asked me about work.

About the bank.

When we had deliveries
for the weekend float.

I thought it was
just conversation,

but it wasn't, was it?

Did you let on about...?

Dad?
No fear.

Well, that's something,
at least.

You two know each other, do you?

We've a mutual acquaintance.

Oh, yeah, who's that then?

No one you'd know.

It's like that, is it, then?

It's like that.

"Charlott own"

Doesn't make any sense.

Charlotte without an E,
"own."

Charlotte owns what?

You, what's your name?

It's Ronnie Gidderton.

And you?
Morse.

Right, on your feet.

Just in case...

Aw, yeah, yeah, very touching...
Move your arse!

It must be nice, a daughter.

She's a good girl.

The best.

I know I'm her mother, but...

She'll be all right.

Yeah.

Fred'll sort it.

He always does.

Yes, sir, understood.

Of course.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid
Division won't wear it.

You are to remain
suspended from duty.

Thursday...

Before the Blenheim Vale files
were sealed,

one final piece of evidence
was abstracted.

I don't suppose anyone
will miss it in 50 years.

All right, you take over.

That as far as you've got?

Who's in charge with you lot?

What's it to you?

I want to talk to him.

Oh yeah, about what?

Something to your advantage.

Fetch him.

What are you doing
sat on your arse?

Cole?

What?

One of the hostages
wants to speak to you.

The young blond haired one.

So?

You want a coach, don't you?

What if I could make sure
you get it?

Ronnie...

Banking, it's all about trust.

Investment and return.

The customer gives us
their money,

they trust us
to invest it wisely,

and for their trust,
we make sure

they get something back
more than they originally gave.

If I trust you
with something guaranteed

to get you what you want,

that's got to be worth
something hasn't it?

Like what?

Letting you walk out?

Not just me.

Everybody.

Well, nearly.

Why not?

So what have you got?

I need your word.

Huh, the word of a bank robber.

All right,

you've got my word.

Him.
He's a policeman.

He's lying.

He doesn't know
what he's saying.

He's just trying
to get out of here.

They know you've got
one of theirs,

they'll have to give you
what you want.

I've never seen this man
before today.

I came in here for a loan!

I came in here for a loan,

didn't I?

Well, somebody's lying.

And I don't like liars.

He'll have identification.

It's clean.

Nice try.

No, no, I can prove it!

How?

How?!

Someone else knows him.

She'll tell you.

That's the hour, isn't it?

More or less.

They won't really make good
on their threat, will they?

Come on.

You, come here.

Come on!

What's your name?

Joan.

Joan what?

Strange.

Joan Strange.

That right?

Joan Strange?

Yes.

And who's this?

I don't know.

I've never seen him before.

You see, this one...

says that one is a copper.

He says you know him.

I don't, he's just a customer.

He's just a customer?

No, he isn't!

Joan, tell him.

Is that right?

He's just a customer.

Yeah.

So if I was to...

Oh my God!

Look at me!

If I was to do that to him,
that'd be all right with you?

Just leave her, he's telling
the truth, I'm a police officer.

Let her go.

Yeah, E. Morse.

Detective Constable,
City Police.

You knew all along, you bastard.

It was on his desk.

I told you.

I don't like liars.

But I hate a grass!

She'll be all right.

Where do you think you're going?

You're not the only one
who took an oath.

Bless you, Doc,
but I can't let you go.

"Let me"?

You do your job, I'll do mine.

If they have made good
on their threat,

we're gonna need you for after,
to make it stick.

Please, Doc.

Anything happened to you,
Mr. Bright'd have my guts.

Who's she?

Joan Thursday.

Please, no more violence.

Good man.

Remind me.

An Inspector outranks
a Constable, doesn't he?

So what do I need you for?

Kill me, you'll never know
who set you up.

What?

You think it's an accident

that I'm here?

That we had the place surrounded
in five minutes?

Somebody sold you out.

Maybe we should hear him out?

Put him down.

No! No, please!

Be a man.

Answer it.

Wessex Bank.

Howard Fordyce,
manager speaking.

He wants to speak
to whoever's in charge.

Who's this?

You know who this is.

Listen to me, Cole.

You let the staff and customers
go now, and that's that.

The law takes its course.

Say we don't.

Then I'll put you in the ground.

Big talk for a lung-er.

I'm a lung-er, alright.

Doc's given me three weeks.

Bad luck for you.

Bad luck for both of us.

How's that?

I can go in my bed

with posterity gathered
solemn round,

or I can go standing toe-to-toe
with you.

I know which I'd sooner.

But it's your choice.

What's it to be?

I'll take my chances.

Never bet against a man
with nothing to lose.

Oh, you've got something
to lose, all right.

I'm looking at her right now.

We've got another of yours
here, too.

Cocky little toe-rag.

Name of Morse.

So you listen.

You get your people
off the street.

We want a coach and safe passage
to London Airport.

I see one copper
between here and there,

your girl will be
the first to go.

I know you.

I've seen you down the Royal.

I don't think so.

You're Nina.

Paul Marlock's bit.

It's all right.

You got nothing to worry about.

Paul's family.

We'll see you're looked after.

I'm sorry, Joan.

Shush now, come on.

Help's on its way.

I just wanted to get
everyone out of here.

I know, I know.

Be a hero.

We were never
going home, were we?

No.

It was life
from the second the boy

took a pop at the copper.

Back inside?

We'll give 'em a dance,
though, eh?

Mr. Fordyce,
your son was stroke

in the Oxford boat
last year, wasn't he?

What of it?

You wrote a check for £1,500
made out to cash.

Last July.

What was that for?

You have to tell me
the truth now.

Right, take 'em out.

Move it, come on!

Clissold's pad.

Oi, you're not coming?

No, we'll buy you time.

Keep 'em busy
if they try anything.

Open the doors!

No, no, no, not you two.

Through there.

Move it, come on!

All right.

Go!

On you go!

Move it, come on.

Move it!

Just let us go,
we'll only hold you up.

No, no, mate, you're our
ticket out of this.

Leave her at least, she's done,
you only have to look at her.

She'd better get a second wind
then, hadn't she?

With me.

If anything happens,
give this to your father.

What is it?

It's the reason
Cedric Clissold was killed.

It's blank.

Charlottown,

Park Royal, Dark Venetian...
They're horses, all of them.

Move it!

It was always about the money.

What was?

Tell your father to arrest
Felix and Nina Lorimer

and Paul Marlock for
the murder of Cedric Clissold.

But I thought it was a robbery.

Well, we were meant to,
but they intended to kill him.

Keep it down!

Where are they?

It's locked!

Blow it off.

Come on, move!

Move it!

Bloody hell, open the door!

Drop it.

Move it, come on.

Come on, get on with it.

Right.

Go, go, go.

Move it.

Armed police!

Come on!

Get down!

Move it!

Pete!

You all right, Pete?

Throw the gun out!

Or she gets it!

Drop it!

Put it down!

Chamber's empty!

And he's too stupid
to count to six.

I'll show you stupid!

Take me in, then.

Lawman.

Do it.

Do it!

Sir, don't.

Not here, not like this.

Don't let her see you do this!

Dad!

Show them who you are.

This is who I am.

No, it never has been!

We hold the line!

If you cross it now,
then there's no way back.

With me, now.

Thursday?

Sergeant Strange!

Sir.

Take him in.

Get up.

No!

Oi, how many was it?

Was it five or six?

Tell me!

How many?

I told you, you were empty.

You all right?

Morse?

We have to act fast.

The one loose end in Lorimer's
plan is Paul Marlock.

How's that?

Let me explain.

Clissold lent Lorimer
thousands of pounds

to pay off his gambling debts.

Lorimer was obviously
in way over his head.

In order to meet the interest,
Lorimer started selling degrees

to undergrads
that didn't merit them,

such as Harold Fordyce's son.

When Clissold's fashion
business got into trouble,

I think he called in the loan.

Only Lorimer couldn't pay.

No.

So that's why
they killed Clissold.

Well, that's why they
conspired to kill him.

Nina knew Paul Marlock
from the Bingo.

It was him that
pulled the trigger.

But she was never serious
about him.

She only had eyes for Lorimer.

Marlock's real job was
to get the pad

listing Lorimer's debts.

But the pad wasn't there,
so they used me to get it.

So it was nothing to do
with the blue films?

No, that was all a ruse

intending to lead me
up the garden path,

which it did.

Number one.

Kelly's eye.

Harold's Den.

Number ten.

Three-oh, blind 30.

Paul Marlock,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Cedric Clissold.

Going somewhere?

End of term.

Detective Inspector Thursday,
Dr. Lorimer.

City Police.

Oh, Mrs. Lorimer.

All forgiven?

We've decided
to give it another go

after what happened at the bank.

Nearly losing Nina like that.

Well, you got what you wanted:
Clissold's carbon pad

listing exactly
what you owed him.

You destroyed it, presumably?

I don't know what you mean.

Then it's a good job Morse
pinched out the carbon copies.

You're lying.

When?

A situation like that,

it could easily
have been mislaid.

We've also got Paul Marlock,

your intended patsy.

He's already talking
about turning Queen's.

You used me.

You've always had a weakness
for the fairer sex.

People don't change.

It was nothing personal.

I had to get back
Clissold's pad.

You do see that?

So you had a man killed.

Not a very nice man.

Not one of us, Morse.

If it had come out
about my selling degrees...

I had to think of College.

You were thinking of yourself.

No.

Actually, it was Nina.

You ruined her life,
dragged her down with you.

I didn't have a life
until I met Felix.

I don't want one without him.

You know what I was.

Please!
One moment, please.

He was the first man
who ever looked at me

as if I was something more
than just a good time.

I'd do it all again
without a second thought.

Love, Morse.

Imagine that.

So where's the money?

We'll find it at Paul Marlock's.

The gun, too, I should think.

Who tipped us off
about the bank raid?

My money's on Larry Nelson.

He's after Peter Matthews' wife.

At least that's how it looked
at the funeral.

So he tips us off,
Cole and Peter get lifted,

and he can carry on with Sheila.

Maybe even take a shot
at the title himself.

I saw what you did for Joan.

There was a bullet left
in the chamber,

whatever you told Cole Matthews.

You knew it.

You drew his fire.

You should get back to her.

See she's all right.

I just keep seeing Ronnie.

It's my fault.

No.

You fell foul, that's all.

Good night's sleep,

you'll feel better
in the morning.

Eh, mom?

Nature's remedy.

Yeah.

A good night's sleep.

Night.

She'll be all right.

I just wanted to get everyone
out of here.

Do I look stupid?

Put him down.
No!

It's a good job you're here.

I mean, I'm glad.

Me, too.

It's probably best
if I wait in the...

I think it's probably best
if you just do as you're told.

What do they call you, then?

Morse.

Morse.

Thought I'd be all right
with a copper.

There are coppers
and there are coppers.

And what sort are you?

I'm the sort that see
young ladies safely home.

I think this is the bit
where I say,

"Thanks for a lovely evening,"

and we have a long kiss

under the porch light

until my dad taps on the window,

and then I go in
and you go home.

Love, I suppose.

You don't know
until you meet the right one.

No, I don't suppose.

Miss Thursday?

Where are you going?

Like this?

I have to.

Well, where will you go?

I don't know.

Stay.

I can't.

Just give it time.

Everything that happened...

Just give it a chance.

You mean the world to them.

You mean the world...

Look after them.

Dad won't understand.

If you need anything...

Money, or a voice on the phone...

You know where to find me.

You should get
something on that.

Take care of yourself, Morse.

You too, Miss Thursday.