All language subtitles for 1. Oracle

'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.

Only, I'm not allowed
my own chequebook.

In case my head explodes
and falls off

Quite right.

Do you let your wife
have her own chequebook?

I know it's all the fashion,
but money, seems to me, a man's job.

There we are, darling.

If there's anything you want,
just shout.

At the Department, you say?

Poor girl.

But how? I don't understand.

Was there some sort of accident,
or...?

A fall, sir, but hopefully,
with your help,

we'll be able to get
to the bottom of it.

When did you last
see Dr Benford?

Saturday, it would have been.

Half-past five or thereabouts.

She'd been over at Ruskin in the
morning for this women's conference,

and then came in for a few hours
after lunch.

Was there anyone with her
when you left?

Not that I saw.

But I wouldn't expect anyone
to be in the lab much after that.

She said she had
some work to finish.

Did she ever mention a young woman
killed on the towpath at New Year?

Molly Andrews.

She was a barmaid at The Grapes.

I read about it, of course.

Awful thing. But I...

I don't remember Naomi
ever mentioning it.

Really?

Only, she intimated that there
were some professional protocol

that she were obliged to follow,
before being able to discuss it.

I'm afraid I'm at a loss to explain
what she might have meant by that.

We have it that you quarrelled
with her on Saturday afternoon.

Well, I wouldn't call it a quarrel.
We had a frank exchange of views.

You upset her, supposedly.

Really? Well,
I'm afraid it doesn't take much.

They don't respond well
to criticism.

What was the nature
of this criticism?

I felt she had become
less than rigorous in her work.

Her mind was on
this television business.

You disapproved?

One can either be a serious academic
or a frivolous person.

On the whole, I think women are too
emotional for the life scientific.

That will come as grave news
to Madam Curie, I'm sure.

Hm, well...

I'm not sure I'd offer up someone

who managed to give themselves
radiation poisoning

as a shining example.

They just get under your feet
in the lab.

If they're not crying about
who they do love,

they're crying about
who doesn't love them.

It's a distraction.

There's a don like that in every
other common room in Oxford.

His experience of the
other half of humankind

starts with matron
and doesn't get much further.

Women are only good
for ironing their shirts

and making sure the cruet's filled
at the high table.

Anything in it, do you think?
This, er, sixth sense business.

I've always had it down
for a load of old baloney.

I mean, if you had the gift
of second sight, or whatever it is,

you'd be down the bookies,
wouldn't you,

not trying to see what Mr Brezhnev's
got in his briefcase.

Yes, but we all get
feelings don't we?

Like what you had
about Carl Sturgis,

only we call them hunches.
That's experience, though, isn't it?

It's not something
from the great beyond.

Mrs Blish.
Hm.

It's always the ones you like.

I read your piece.
What do you make of her?

Clever, beautiful, funny.

Excited about the television.

Whoever hired her
knew what they were doing. How so?

Well, they could have
hired some dusty old don,

no-one would have turned a hair,

but put an intelligent
young woman on screen...

Was she attached?

She said not.

Was it an accident?

Well, that's what
I'm here to find out.

She did ask me, off the record,

if I'd heard anything
about the towpath at New Year.

The barmaid at The Grapes.

Such as?

Oh, anything the police might've
been keeping from the public.

Seemed a strange thing to ask.
Hm.

Did she say
what her interest would be?

Behalf of a friend, she said.

You think that's connected?

Oh, really, I couldn't say.

And any avoidance of speculation
in print ahead of a formal statement

would be greatly appreciated.

It'll cost you.

Oh, it always does. But, thank you.

Just make sure you get the bastard.

She was all right.

Where's all this come from?

The handbag. Pen was under her body.

A few bits and pieces
had fallen out,

lipstick, a compact, address book.

Anything else?
Afraid not.

Hmm...

According to the diary
at her flat,

Dr Benford was supposed to meet
a Jennifer Tate

on Saturday at eight o'clock.

A friend?

Well, if she was,
she wasn't a close one.

There's no address for her
in the book.

Doctor Benford had also asked
Dorothea Frazil,

if there was anything she'd heard of

that we'd kept back from the public
about the towpath killing.

She had clippings
related to the case upon her desk.

And in her appointment book,
next to Jennifer Tate,

she'd written, "Regarding MA."

Molly Andrews?

Well, that would be my guess.

I was in the neighbourhood.

If it's a bad time?

No. No, no.
Um, come in, come in.

It's the second on the left.

I don't get many visitors.

I like what you've done
with the place.

You might want to let that breathe.

Well, I'm afraid
I've a very limited cellar.

But, erm, I've a reasonable bottle
of everyday wants finishing

while we wait.

Perfect.

Oh, my God!

You have the Calloway
'54 Traviata from La Scala.

I've never heard it.

Very few have.

It's a test pressing.

They were trying out
some new recording system.

Can I hear it?

Well, you can have it.

You are joking, I can have it?

Do you know how rare it is?

No, I haven't listened to it
for years.

I'd sooner it went to
a good home. Cheers!

So, to what do I owe the, er...?

I'm having a few people around
to my place at the weekend.

A few drinks. I haven't seen you.

Oh, yes, I've just been busy.
With work.

What devilish conundrum
currently occupies the mind

of the great detective?

Murder in pursuit of robbery.

What makes you say that?

Her necklace.

That's what he took.

That's what made those marks
on her neck.

The chain, as he tore it away.

We were occupied... during the war.

There was a girl.

Young girl,
daughter of one of our staff.

14? 15?

She wore a St Christopher.

One of the soldiers, erm...

Playing in the woods,
I found her body.

The marks on her neck
were like this.

I'm sorry, I have never
told anyone that story before.

I, erm...

I had forgotten it
until I saw that.

Can't... I can't imagine.

No. You know,
I think that's why I'm drawn...

to the beautiful things in life.

Well... Excuse me.

Oh, sorry, matey,
I didn't realise you had company.

Erm, this is my colleague,

Detective Sergeant Strange.

This is my friend Ludo.
Ludo. Strange.

Jim.

Ooh, see you've got the record out,
then?

Can't go wrong.

So, how'd you know our Morse, then?

Oh, we were up at Oxford
at the same time.

Oh, were you? I've been up in Oxford
with him the last five years.

Well, up and down.

Cowley for the most part.

Castle Gate now.

Do you mind if I borrowed him
for a minute? It's er... It's work.

Excuse us.

Well, I've got a work address
for this Tate girl

that Doctor Benford was due to see,
Friday night.

Thought you'd wanna know.

In case it was important.
Mm.

Well, that was all.

I won't stop if you've got company.

Don't worry about seeing me out.
I know the way.

It's nice to meet you.

Anything from the TV people?

Nothing that won't keep.

Look, I didn't like to say anything
in front of your mate,

but we've talked about this.

You can't be bringing work home.

Not evidence, you can't.

Orderly running of the office
is my responsibility now.

Anything goes missing, it's my neck.

Just think on.

Have a good night.

It's about Dr Benford, Miss Tate.

I thought it must be.

How's that?

Well, Naomi said it'd be passed
to the police months ago.

Right after it happened.

What would?

What I told her.

About the girl on the towpath
at New Year.

What did you tell her?

What I saw.

The man who did it.

You saw who killed Molly Andrews?

You were on the Towpath that night?

No. Not exactly.

What do you mean?
You said you saw who did it?

Yes, I did, like...

...in my head.

It was a vision.

Well, we're very grateful
for your assistance, miss.

You don't believe me.

We're the police,
we need evidence.

Physical evidence.

He took her necklace, didn't he?

We're not at liberty...
Yes.

Why? What else did you see?

Did you see his face?

No.

But I felt him.

This... anger.

This hatred.

Something evil.

And the taste, I could...

...taste it in my mouth,
on my tongue.

Taste what?

Blood.

Blood?

That's what she said, sir.

There was no blood.

Not at the scene.

Certainly, none from Molly Andrews.

Is it possible, do you think?

This girl could literally have seen

what passed on the towpath
that night?

Well, I'm not one
for the macabre, sir.

The way she described it all...

Maybe you'd have had to have been
there, but she did seem sincere,

if you're at all susceptible
to that way of thinking.

Susceptible or not,
she knew about the necklace.

It's that which caused the marks
to Molly Andrews's neck.

The killer tore it from her.

A keepsake, perhaps?

And what of this
television programme

that Doctor Benford
was involved with, anything there?

I spoke to the producer, sir.

A chap called Ray Douglas.

Quite flamboyant, as is often
the way with these people,

but in his words
Doctor Benford was a natural.

She had a...

Yeah, here we are.

"She had a very easy rapport
with the camera

"and the camera loved her.

"I think we knew
as soon as we saw her

"that we'd found our presenter
for the Higher Maths module."

Did they interview
many people for the post?

Audition.

Hundreds, apparently.

Anyone with a half decent science
degree in Oxford put in for it,

including one or two
from her own department.

I just went along
to see what it was all about.

Didn't expect to get
very far with it at all.

I wasn't disappointed.

I think I knew at once
that I wasn't the sort of thing

they were looking for.
That none of us were.

How's that?

Sex, isn't it?
That's what it's all about nowadays.

That's what sells.
Sex appeal.

I mean, why bother hiring a fella
who knows what he's talking about

when you can put a pair
of knockers on screen?

For an academic programme?

For anything, my boy.

From soap suds to Japanese cars.

You see it at the motor show,
at the boat show, in the papers now.

I mean, it's not us blokes they've
got sprawled all over everything,

showing the world
what we've got, is it?

I think that's a bit unnecessary.

I won't have you talking
smut about her.

We were friends.
Ha, friends!

Jeremy had a soft spot for her,
didn't you, eh?

Well soft-ish (!)

Asked her out the week
she started, didn't you?

But she turned him down flat.
Shame (!)

You never mentioned.

I asked her out once, for a drink.

She said no.

She was under no obligation anyway.

I wasn't her type, clearly.
That's all there was to it.

Not her type? You didn't have
anything to offer her.

That's why you weren't her type.

No leg up, no leg over.

You wanna wake up, man.

It's not a battle of the sexes,
it's war, mate.

And they've got the bazookas.

How's your poor little pea-shooter
gonna compete with that?

I'll tell you, it's not.

Sam.

What is it?

We're proceeding upon the assumption
that, what?

The towpath killing
and the murder of Dr Benford

are the work of the same hand?

Potentially, sir. But in truth,
there's very little to go on.

Her colleagues at work?

Only one of them
has a solid alibi, sir.

Professor Blish.

At home with his wife.

He denied Dr Benford had mentioned
the towpath killing to him.

If he'd lie about that...

Well we've only really got
Jenny Tate's word to go on, sir.

You said Kreitsek had interviewed
for this television post

and had been turned down?

Something in that?
Professional jealousy.

Hmm. Ferman seemed
rather bitter about it.

Put her getting the job
down to her natural advantages.

And Professor Blish?

What was his position
with regard

to Dr Benford's part
in these educational programmes?

Far as we could make out, sir,

he's none too keen on having women
in his department at all.

Only had her there on sufferance.

Word just through
from Birmingham, sir.

Petrovski, the bargee who
passed through Braunston Junction

in the early hours
of January 1st.

Collapsed on his boat yesterday
afternoon near Gas Street Basin.

Apparently, he died
of alcohol poisoning.

Sister says he'd never hurt a fly,
but just couldn't resist a drink.

Yeah, the place is full of empties.

Look, I got a bone to pick with you.

Oh, yeah?

I didn't think much to you
hanging the old man out to dry.

I've read the case files.

The first 48 hours
of the Molly Andrews' investigation

were slipshod at best.

Slipshod?

Yeah, all right, shabby, then,
if you'd sooner.

Poor record keeping.
Statements misfiled.

In short, it was a catalogue
of errors from start to finish.

We were short-handed,
with the New Year.

You know Ainsley's
rubbish on exhibits.

If you hadn't been on leave...

Yeah, well, if people had
done their job in the first place,

then perhaps Naomi Benford
might still be alive.

Anyway, Molly's boyfriend,

Carl Sturgis?

I don't think so.

Is it hers?

So, you took her to the folk club
in November?

She kept the tickets.

I really liked her.

All right, she was my kind of girl.

What kind's that, then? Easy?

See, you're just like the tools
I work with.

She wasn't easy or a pushover or any
of the other names you'd call her.

Then, why didn't you tell us about
your relationship with her?

You've heard them rib me at work
over taking Naomi out.

If they'd found out
I was seeing a barmaid

that would've been the end of me.

How would they have known?

She was a test subject, wasn't she?
At the lab.

No latent potential for ESP,
whatsoever.

Well, a complete brick.

Don kept her on
as a control group.

They thought it was funny,
Don and Ferman.

They thought they'd have some sport
with a thick barmaid.

Mind you, she was making
30-bob every visit,

so who had the last laugh there (?)

You were ashamed of her?

No.

I was willing to take her on.

Only you didn't.

Yeah, she was still with Carl.

Then why didn't she just drop him?

She was frightened to.

She was afraid of him.

And with good reason.

I mean, he got her in the end,
didn't he?

That what you think?

Don't you?

I didn't tell you, did I?

The television people
have been in touch.

Which television people?

About these lecture programmes.

With what happened
to Dr Benford,

they want me to talk to them
about stepping in to her role.

Is that something you want?

To be a...
Oh, what do you call them,

a television personality?

No. Not really.

I can't think of anything worse.

But they've asked
and you never know.

Might be good for the department.

This Dr Benford
that the police were here about.

Is there any news?

No.

No.

She must have been pretty.

How's that?

You never mention the pretty ones.

What nonsense you do talk.

I'm plain.

It must be very dull for you.

Now, you're just
fishing for compliments.

If I've not mentioned her,
it's because I barely notice her.

You know, they are a general
nuisance in the laboratory,

but beyond that,
they are invisible to me.

Dessert?

Prunes.

Oh, splendid.

And cold custard.

Tip-top.

That Miss Tate telephoned.

She's had another one of her turns,
and wanted to talk to somebody.

I'll give her a call.

I don't know if it's connected,

but this was handed over
from nights.

Woman reported a fella
exposing himself to on the towpath.

Not 200 yards from where
Molly Andrews' body was found.

She says she heard someone whistling
just before he jumped out at her.

I've got identikit coming in,

see if we can't get
a description off her.

His face, obviously, not the, er...

Last turkey in the shop?

Hanging about the bushes
half the night in all weathers

on the off-chance of a passer-by
to wave your doings at.

What do they get out of it?

That's what I can never fathom.

Great relief to us all,
Sergeant, I'm sure

You think that's what's happened
at New Year? He goes out flashing,

and something's gone wrong
between him and Molly Andrews.

I don't think it's about a man
exposing himself on the towpath.

I think it's about a college type

writing his telephone number
on flashcards for a barmaid.

Did Dr Benford ever mention
her private life?

Not really.

What about a Dr Kreitsek,
did she ever mention him?

It was here, wasn't it?

Where she died.
The girl from New Year.

When did you start having these,

what would you call them,
intuitions?

Erm, when I was a little girl.

It was just little things.

Family things to start with.

My aunt had a car accident,

and I knew about it
before she'd told my mum.

Right.

Sorry, I don't wanna go down there.

The man from here,

could he have anything to do
with what happened to Dr Benford?

I don't know.

Look, it's like...

being a radio that's left on,

that's tuning through
the frequencies,

trying to find a station.

I can't always make sense
of what I see until later.

Like with you.

Me?

Why, what about me?

There's a woman...

...in a green dress.

And there's just, er... a sadness.

Does that mean anything to you?

Jenny Tate confided to Dr Benford
about this vision

or whatever it was,
and she, in turn, notified you.

I'm curious as to why you didn't
bring this information

to the police?

I really didn't think
it was my place.

We only had Miss Tate's word
to go on.

This vision did not take place

under laboratory controlled
conditions.

We'd no way to know
if it was genuine.

Or she was just
doing it for attention.

She could have just picked up on
something she read in the papers.

You know we're not in
the vision business. Not like that.

Our experiments suggest
that paranormal phenomena,

present in far less dramatic
a fashion than she described.

You're not treating her claims with
any degree of seriousness, are you?

There are certain
details of the crime

known only to ourselves
and the perpetrator.

Miss Tate's insight or vision,
or whatever you wanna call it,

accords with those peculiarities
to a degree

which warrants us
taking them very seriously indeed.

Oh, and what happened to Naomi?

Did, erm... Miss Tate have
a vision of what happened there?

Oh, that's a very good point, Dai.

They were quite close.

If this girl really had
half the talent she pretends to,

one might imagine
she'd have some idea

of who was responsible
for Naomi's death.

If she had, Professor, I'd hardly
be at liberty to discuss it.

Certainly not
with any of her colleagues.

Hm.

Yeah. Yeah, no.
I'll be right over. Thank you.

Could you cover for me?

Why? Where you going?

Looks like Dr Kreitsek
wasn't lying about Molly Andrews.

She's here, all right,

with all the rest
of the guinea-pigs.

Professor Blish signed off
her expenses each visit.

Worth giving Carl another go,
I think.

So, Professor Blish uses
a fountain pen?

Hm? You can tell by the signature
on the time sheet, look.

The nib has become splayed.

That's what's giving it
that double-vision look. So?

I thought it was unusual
for Dr Benford

to be using a pen like this.

This is Professor Blish's pen.

But we saw Blish sign a cheque
for the butcher's.

It was a silver pen, quite modern.

But didn't his wife
give him a pen with the chequebook?

Bloke can have more than one pen.

He can, but this pen belonged
to Professor Blish.

Look, the lines on the page,

are the exact same
as the signature on the timesheets.

And that's the pen that was found
under Dr Benford's body?

Which means it must have landed
before she fell.

Why kill Molly Andrews, though?

You think he was knocking her off?

Only one way to find out.

Just one or two formalities
I wanted to go through with you.

I'm taking care of Dr Benford's
subjects now.

You spoke to the police, I believe?

Er, yes. Yes, I did.

About Dr Benford?

Yes. And I told her about my...

Er, what I saw on the towpath.

And did you talk to them about
anything else? Anyone here, say?

Like who?

Well...

...you remember that little
conversation I had with Dr Benford?

You were both laughing.

Do you remember?

On the staircase.

Perhaps, I seemed a little funny?

What's...
'A little cross, maybe?'

...what's funny?
Oh, nothing.

Oh, really.

It seemed quite funny.

No. No, I assure you.

Do you?

Well, then, I am assured...

aren't I?

Did you mention that at all?

No.

No.

Well, that's good.

You're all right.
You're all right.

You OK?

So, did Molly Andrews
threaten to expose

what was going on between you
to your wife?

Is that why you killed her?

Square.

She was blackmailing you,
so you strangled her

the way you tried to strangle
Jenny Tate.

What?

Molly, I, er...

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

What happened between me and Naomi

was nothing to do
with anything else.

No more lies, Professor.

You'll never breathe free air again.

Why don't you come clean?
Get it off your chest.

You must have hated her
with a passion.

Hate Naomi?

I didn't hate her.

Quite the opposite.

I had feelings for her.

And she gave me reason to believe
they were reciprocated.

You know, it's...
it's little things.

Shy glances held a moment too long.

Young woman like that?

What would she want
with an old stick like you?

No, you don't know.
You've no conception.

An older man has experience, wisdom.

Donald, I'm-I'm flattered, but...

I thought...

You gave me reason to believe
you felt something for me.

I... I gave you no reason.

You took my arm.

What?

In the common room.

Did I?

I suppose you'll
put it round the college now.

You can all have a...

you can all have
a jolly good laugh. Well...

I'm telling you now,
I won't be laughed at! I won't.

I know. I wouldn't.

I respect you too much
to ever laugh.

She had a lovely laugh.

That's one of the things
that first drew me to her.

But, I mean, when you think
about it. It was her fault.

That's what set the whole thing
in motion. The end of it.

Donald?

I gave you a chance!

Here.

To make something of yourself.

I give you a chance and...
you used me.

Used you how?

I am infinitely more qualified
for that television thing than you.

It was me first mentioned
your name to them.

I thought you might make
a good assistant.

That's what this is about?

Your bruised ego.

A woman beat you to the job,
and you can't stand it.

You're pathetic.

Where do you think you're going?!

I'm going home, Donald.

You'll stay here
until I'm finished with you!

I just want a kiss. Kiss me.

What are you doing? Get off me!

I would have changed my life,

burnt all this to the ground.

Please. Please. Please.

She could have been something,
you know?

Really been something.

She was more than "something",
she was someone.

Is that how it went
with Molly Andrews?

You became fixated with her

the same way you became
fixated on Dr Benford?

Did she reject your unwanted
advances in the same way?

Is that why you killed her?

I'm off.

Drink?

Erm... I won't this evening.

You were right, then.

And I was wrong.

It wasn't the boyfriend.

Well, don't feel too bad about it.

Sometimes you can't see
what's staring you in the face.

We got there in the end.

That's the main thing.

See you tomorrow.

You made it!

How's the case.
Did you get your man?

Yeah, it looks that way.

Congratulations.

Hmm. Thank you.
I say, this is quite the place.

Let me get you a top up.

Sure.
Well, make yourself at home.

Enjoy the garden. Relax.

I'll find you and you can
tell me all about it.

My wife's been having
these people round.

Faith healers,
they call themselves.

They perform this laying on
of hands, they call it.

Touching her body
while prayers are said.

She says it won't work unless...
one believes.

Do you believe?

Well, can't say I've ever had much
use for it in civilian life

outside of court, of course.

We weren't Bible raised.

Can it work, do you think?

Beyond me, sir.

For some people,
believing's enough.

What they say,
"Faith can move mountains"?

If it gives her comfort.

Yes. Yes, that's...

...that's the important thing.
Comfort. Hope.

But I worry, do you see?

What if there is a chance
it can work and my want of faith...?

Morse!

Come and meet my wife.

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