All language subtitles for Morse S02E03 - The Settling of the Sun x264 RB58.eng

Hello, Jane.
Hello.

Sorry I'm late.

How is your father?

It was a disturbing exhibition.

Some very powerful images
of the crucified Christ.

Varnisher of the rising sun,
eight letters?

Japanner.
Ah.

Do you fancy a walk?

Anybody who hasn't handed in
their completed crossword, please?

Thank you.

Once you have your luggage,
go to the Porter's lodge for keys.

Excuse me, have I got all of these?

You will laugh at me.
No. There's a prize.

What will it be?

I don't know. Something appropriate.

If I give it you,
you will not laugh?

No, you might win the prize.

You have two keys, sir.

The small one is a Yale key.
It opens the door in the outer gate.

We close that at 10.30 every night,
so take it with you if you go out.

Then there's this key,
the larger key, the Chubb,

which opens your room door.
All right?

Name, sir?

Yukio Li.

How are you spelling it? Mr Li?

With a Y, Thomas.

Mr Yukio.

Oh!

Staircase three. Ichi!

Yes.

Now you have two keys...
I'll show you.

Kochira!

She enjoys showing off her Japanese.

Heidi Vettinger.

Now, young lady, you've two keys.

Where were our bobbies then?

On the street with a cake
and a bull's-eye lantern.

Are you a teacher?

No.

I'm not either.

The food was eatable,
but I prefer less emphasis on meat.

You should've gone away.

Oh, no.

You look tired.
Do I?

I know, of course you do.

Your friend's not hungry.
I'm not.

If you are bored, excite yourself.

I don't like skiing.

Have you any idea of the work
involved organising a summer school?

Some students don't eat meat,
some don't drink.

They're the ones we don't meet.

What are you talking about?

The Methodists.
The ones that don't drink.

Don't end up in court, do they?

Something has disagree with me.
Sorry.

Excuse me. I go to my room.

I think one of the students
is unwell.

Something "disagreed" with him.

So he said.

I'm born in Koln.
I've lived there since 1937.

Yes? What a long time.

Ja. I knew the war.

You asked
if I remember the war years.

I do.

I said hardly anyone remembers them
and they're best forgotten.

No, the war will never be forgotten.

Never.
Please. I'm sorry.

Never.

Was it all right?
What?

The crossword.

I thought it excellent.

I didn't know you smoked.

Well, not often.

Thank you for doing the crossword.
Thank you. Excellent.

Master?

Perhaps the Inspector
will give the prize away soon,

then I can make my address and go.

Certainly, Master.

I wonder if they know I pinched
most of the crossword.

Pardon?

Not most of it, some of it.

I put in Japanner, varnisher
of the rising sun, for you.

I thought you'd like it.

Sorry?

Never mind.

I've tried to see you and I rang.

I know you did.

I'm sorry.

It's been a shock.

It is a shock when...

when it happens.

He was very frail though, Jane.

He was frail.

So long as the crossword
was all right.

I'm glad you asked me.

I knew I'd enjoy doing it.

Jane, precious one,
can we get on with it?

It's boring the arse off me

and heaven knows what it's doing to
the inspector.

Before Sir Wilfred Mulryne
addresses us,

Chief Insp Morse
of the Thames Valley Police

will present
the crossword competition prize.

Not only a policeman,

he's also an inveterate solver
of the crossword puzzle.

Chief Inspector Morse, would you?

It's all clues, isn't it?

Crosswords are far more exotic
and exciting than police work.

Most murders, don't require solving,
because they haven't been planned,

Thought a lot about perhaps,
over the years

not as murders, but as silence.

The silence of a wife

a husband,
a son, or a daughter even.

No more words,

talk,

screams, arguments, insults.

Insults more often lead to murder
than anything else in my experience.

Domestic Bursar speaking.

Mrs Warbut, one of the summer
students is unwell. Yukio Li.

All right, dear, it's all right.

"He's gone to his room."

"I thought the porter could go
and find out how he is."

I'm sorry about this.

I would like to know if he isn't
feeling better...at once.

"I'd like to know."

Porter.

The winner is...

Kurt Friedman.

Well done.

The idiot!

Welcome. Advice.

Get a little guide book.

It will tell you where the colleges
and public toilets are.

Things, fascinating as such.

And if you happen to get lost,
stolen or stray

please feel free to ask
one of our policemen.

Saepe est sub pallio
sordido sapientia.

Wisdom is often hidden
under a shabby cloak.

THOMAS!

Before I fall out for the night
go and see how son of Tojo is.

Ask him nicely. No need to bow.

If he's better,
or does he need a quack?

Room one, staircase three.

Dr Robson is concerned.

She's to be told of his condition.

It's probably the trots.

DON'T clean up after him.
That isn't your job.

Let him lie in it.

You don't like them, do you,
Mrs Warbut.

I have VERY good reasons not to.

I know you have, Mrs Warbut.

There's a lot to see.
A great deal to see.

Don't be confused
by the multiplicity of it,

nor confounded
by the contemplation of minutiae.

Enjoy Oxford, not because of
this or that discovered

but I do beg of you...

..embrace us wholeheartedly.

With open minds and open arms.
(Not the hole joke!)

Only in that way can
knowledge be gained.

I talk not of this college
nor of that -

Excuse me, Master.

Not of this college nor of that,
but of the University as a whole.

Nobody is to leave!

And, gentlemen,

what a hole Oxford is!

What?

A tongue, Morse.

Wounds to the hands,

ankles,

wrists,

feet.

Mouth slit ear to ear.

Knife sticking in the chest.

A shambles.

Hello, Lewis.

Where have you been?

Look in the bathroom,
he washed the blood off there.

Look down the plughole.
Where were you?

I was home.

I was here.

You were here.
Wasn't I though!

Well, go on. Have a look

And don't step on anything.

He was very dead,

but I think, still warm.

Do you hear that, Max?
That's MY contribution.

Do you know what that means?
Still warm?

It means not long dead.

Precisely. While I was here.

Will it give you nightmares?
No.

He's seen too many pulled out
of Isis Lock, haven't you, Lewis?

Not cut about like that, I haven't.

I make the time of death
between eight and nine this evening.

Do you?
I do.

Not a lot of blood, considering.

Too much for me.

We've been here
for over half an hour.

His nibs is playing up, sir.

Good. May we now leave?

There's been a murder, Sir Wilfred.

You sure?

You can go, but I shall want to talk
to you. Where will you be?

In my lodgings. Where else?

What about the servants?

You worried about overtime?
Yes, I am, Inspector.

Times are hard.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have to
put up with all these people

we know nothing about
all the year round.

Do you know very little
about the students?

Not very much.

One of the summer students
has been the victim of an attack

a Japanese gentleman,
by the name of Yukio Li.

He left the dinner table feeling
unwell. We all saw him, I think.

Do any of you know him
or anything about him?

Who sat next to him at dinner?

I did.

You did, Miss?

But I don't know him.

We've got to start somewhere
or we'll be here all night.

Sergeant Lewis will take
some statements from you.

Do we want an interpreter, sir?

No, they're not beginners.

Good.

What about documents?

You all right?
Yes, thank you.

Good. What about application forms,
that sort of thing?

They're in the Bursar's office.
Can you get them?

I have a key. I can go anywhere.

Now?
Yes.

Keys...

Is it necessary?

It is, Jane.

Right. Let's see if we can
find another room, shall we?

You sure you're all right?
Yes, thank you.

Look, very often, when
something frightening happens,

particularly if it's someone close to
you -

Look, I didn't even know him!
I wasn't close to him!

No, no. I mean your father.

Just one key?
Yes.

Have you all got them?

No, just senior fellows
of the college.

We can go anywhere.

Otherwise
we couldn't keep places locked.

Then you might have to tidy up.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm fine.

There's talk of having it cut down.

There always is.

What I wanted to say is
that if something sad has happened,

we sometimes resent sharing.

I mean, even if you've been forced to
share it.

What happened.

I'm talking about your father.

I mean, perhaps more so if you're
forced to share it with an outsider.

Although I don't consider myself an
outsider.

I did think we were friends

I do understand.

This is hardly the time.

I know.

What do you want us to do?

Nothing. I'm trying to tell you
that I understand your feelings.

Will you want to talk to me?

Yes.

I'm talking about the course.

What?
What do you want us to do?

Many students have spent lots of
money and want to do the course.

Should we?

I don't see why not.

Once we've talked to them,
it's up to you.

Perhaps we shouldn't.

Don't know.

Should we?
It's up to you.

If you feel it isn't right...

What was his name?

Ah... I'm sorry.

Yukio Li.

They're in alphabetical order.

Yes.
Under L?

No.

No, no. Li was his Christian name.
Or rather...

Of course...

he might well be Christian.

There's no reason

to think not. I mean,

why do we assume not?

Jane, sit down.

Some are Christian, aren't they?

Some of them.

Just like us.

Sit down, Dr Robson.

Can I get you anything?
A glass of water?

I'll make a cup of tea.

Yes. Why don't you?

I don't want a cup of tea.

What am I going to do
about the course?

What am I going to do?

You can go on with it. I told you.

As far as we're concerned, if we get
through everything tonight.

Here he is.

In English.

Do you know anything about him?

He had a wife.
I knew nothing about him.

Someone will have to tell his wife.

There's time for that.

You can have your cup of tea and
then go.

It's a matter of talking to everyone.

It's the only way things are done.

It'll take a long time.

I don't think you should stay up.

Thank you.

How do you say his name?

Yukio Li.

Rushing off?

He died between eight and nine...

I know that.
Possibly, approximately.

I saw him leave the dinner
and I discovered him dead.

I know when he died.

You've the advantage of me.
I apply science.

There has to be a first time
I suppose.

Is that him?
You know me and bodies.

I do.

Yes, that was him.

Are you sure?

Look for yourself.

Positive.

Not like you.
What?

Time of death. Positive ID.

I haven't eaten. A clear brain,
sharpened by hunger.

Under: Any physical disability.
Umm.

He's put: "The sight of the eye
mean I play no games for
no perception of the ball".

Hardly need me, do you?
Someone's got to clear up the mess.

Under written English,
he's entered: "Good". He was a liar.

How can you work with that on?

I don't notice it.

Remind you of home, does it?

It's quite funny.
I can't understand a word they say.

I can. He gave me a crash course
in Geordie for foreigners.

Cambridge.
That's right.

Why are you in Oxford?

Earning a few bob, OK?

What as, teacher?

No, helper. All right?

It's quite all right, son.

Sorry.
That's fine.

I arrange the trips.
Look after everyone in the coaches.

Set the quiz,
collect the crosswords.

What did you do yesterday?

Came up with the coach
from Victoria station.

What did you do today?

Nothing much. Settled in.

Did everyone do that?

I suppose so.

What made him ill?
The Japanese gentleman?

I don't know.

Come on, what do you think?

Something he ate, drank?

I don't know.

What are you reading?

Medicine.

All right.

Expert witness. What do you think?

He didn't eat anything.
Left everything on his plate.

He drank orange juice, some bread.

Not hungry?
I don't know.

What did he eat on your coach?

I don't know.

Have you talked to the girl, Lewis?
Yeah.

What did she see him eat?
The Japanese?

I didn't ask her.

Did you see the Japanese
during the day?

He was around.

Where? In town, where?

I don't know. In the bar.

Was he drinking orange juice?
Yeah.

Did you buy him one?
Me?

Did he talk to anyone?
Yep. Who?

German man, Friedman, and Dr Robson.

And all he had was orange juice?

That would upset me.

You go a funny colour
if you eat too many oranges.

He was a funny colour.

Have you finished with me?

I have.

Can I go?
Yes, I've finished, for now.

Jane Robson.

He was talking to her?

Got any feelings about the Japanese?

What do you mean?

Lot of people have.

Young people? I doubt it.

I find that sort of thing pointless.

He's in a bit of a state.

Were you watching him?
Yes, I was.

I expect he wanted to play snooker.
Do you fancy a game?

No. I'd prefer to get
through these and get home.

Two people weren't in that hall.

Mrs Warbut, the domestic bursar,

and Ralph Thomas, the porter.

Fancy either of them for it?

No.

No.

Neither do I.

Mr Friedman.
Ja.

You've been given another room.

Thank you.

I'll come up with you, sir.

Move to the other staircase.

Number 23.

Thank you.

Can I go up?
Not yet.

You'll be going to the other
staircase.

Why can't I go to my room?

Why can't I?

I want to go to my room!

Your room is being changed.

Why?
Pull yourself together, man.

Wait here, sir.

I'll take you up after this gentleman
to get your things.

I saw the body.

Proper mess it was.

Blood everywhere, see.

You see him go out?

The best thing for shock,
brandy and warmth.

I'm glad to say it is
never really warm in this room.

Always a good excuse for a fire.

How do you feel, now?

Fine.

Shocking business.

It appears to be.

It is.

What lovely rooms.

Aren't they?

Are they just for you?

All mine!

Thank you very much, Sir Wilfred.

Don't hesitate to knock on the door.

Good night.

Inspector, come in.

CHIEF Inspector.

Absolutely, yes, I know.

Do you insist upon it?
Not always.

Please do. I care for form.

I understand the reasoning.

Much the same
kind of thing happens in the army.

Lance corporals are called corporal.

Does wonders for them.

I know all about these things.
Approve of them.

Shall you sit?

What do you think?

A murder's been committed in your
college and you're not concerned.

Totally wrong. I'm very concerned
for the usual reasons.

Loss of trade.

The poor man was a victim
of a ferocious attack, Sir Wilfred.

Poor man. Was he?

How terrible.
You will spare me the details,

I've seen deaths in abundance.

Every so often a poor inadequate
is slopped out of these colleges,

even this one,

in a plastic bag.

I won't sit, if you don't mind.

It is him, isn't it?

I should say so.

Why did they do that to his face?
Yes...

It was his tongue.
Was it?

Hmm.
That's a relief.

I wasn't looking forward to
having to place it anywhere else.

Severed, by a knife.

Thank you.

Stomach, orange juice, crisps.
More than I've had!

Arthur!

Apart from the lacerations,
slashes to wrists and ankles -

I think it might be a ritual.

A Japanese carry-on?

I have not finished.

There are holes in the palms of the
hands.

And feet.

You'll see examples of these

in every place of worship that is
Christian. Crucifixion?

Stigmata.

The badge of suffering.

Young girls suffer from such
eruptions

spontaneously from living in
convents.

But he got his from a sharp knife.

And the one in his chest?

Clear off.
Glad to.

Sarge. Up the back.

What have you got for me?

Take a look for yourself.

Bloody hell!

Why are all books written by men?

Why?

Why? They aren't.

Why are all THESE books
written by men?

That is true.

Fair enough.
Is it? I don't think so.

No, you probably wouldn't.

He was unwell.

You sat by him on the coach
and he was unwell then?

Ja.

What sort of unwell?

Pain the stomach, nausea,
that sort of thing?

Ja, that is the sort of thing.

Did he complain to you?

I think so.

You're from Cologne?

I am, ja.

I know Cologne. I was stationed
there - National Service.

In which case I not so well as you,
possibly

because I've lived there
only a few years.

I am born in Leipzig.

You know Leipzig?
No.

The other side.
I've lived there all my life.

Until I come to Koln.

Marien Platz.

Excuse please?

Where I was stationed.

Oh, er... Munchen?

Munich?

No, Cologne.

Koln.

You know where I mean?
Oh, ja, ja.

Of course I do.

By the river.
Is that so?

Ja.

May I have a drink, please?

Did you talk to Mr...

..Yukio Li?

What will this be about?

I'm asking you.

He was very suspicious.

Of what?

He seemed suspicious to me,
you know.

Furtive.

Did he eat anything?

Anything that might have upset him?

Orange juice.

He just ate orange juice.

Did you like him?

Excuse please?

Did you, er... get on...

..talk? Pass the time of day?

We read and do the crossword.

Where did you sit in the coach?

At the back.

I would never have thought that
someone like you, a foreigner,

could have done
the crossword so well.

Thank you.

Did Jane Robson congratulate you?
Dr Robson?

Know her well, do you?

No.
I thought you did.

What were you talking to her about
this morning?

When was this?

This morning, earlier.

Ah, ja. We talk about the course.

Right.

I can go now?
Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

Impressive.

Who did this?

I found it on the coach. At the
back.

I think we ought to look at
all the crosswords, don't you?

What's this?

There was a cassette.
Down the back of the seat.

Here's a lab report on his clothes
and the cassette contents.

Dope. Heroin. In the cassette.

Which was in the Jiffy bag, which
was addressed to the murdered man.

And traces on his clothes.

Ah, that's good.

That's very good.

Now they'll swing into it,
won't they?

All the flash lads from London,
with flowers in their buttonholes

but most of all, you know who!

What did I tell you, Lewis?

Superintendent Dewar.

I'm not happy
when drugs are involved.

Too many motivations, too wide,

too obvious.

All sorts of people.

I know what you mean.

What was found in his stomach?

Bread, biscuits,
that sort of thing.

Crisps.

Orange juice.

That's all he drank.
Yep.

Was he a user?

Some traces on his clothes.

How much was in the cassette?

Not much, traces.

But I expect it had been full.
Yes.

I can't handle drugs.

I can't work out why they do it.

Beyond me.

Oh, come on. You know.

People, kids,
down sometimes, I suppose.

The same reason why you drink beer.

Beer is food.

It is with you!

What about the ones you interviewed?
What did you think?

All the ones I've spoken to
were terrified.

Who?
That German is.

That lad from Cambridge.

Jane Robson is.

But none of them could have killed
him.

I'm their witness.

They were all in the hall
having dinner.

None of them left except the Jap.

Poor sod.

Do you feel sorry for him, by the
way?

I haven't thought about it.

No.

Not if drugs is what he was into.

Standard reaction. Right.

The point is, Lewis,

that nobody felt sorry
for him before, did they?

Before we found out about the
possibility

of the involvement of drugs.

Which means they knew.

Did they?

Perhaps.

I'd be a bit frightened if a murder
happened in the room next to me.

They were both in rooms
on that staircase.

The German, the Cambridge lad

and Dr Robson.
It was a shock, wasn't it?

She's had a few shocks lately, yes.

I'm taking this lot. Homework.

Hello.

What are you doing back?
You're supposed to be elsewhere.

He's a phoney.

Who's a phoney?

Was it a good game?

I wasn't good.

Did you win? Lots of roquets.

We lost. I wasn't any good at all.

You're trembling.

Cold.
It isn't cold, Jane.

How did you get here?

I came on my bicycle.

Look, you don't have to be
frightened about anything.

Leave the bike.

Shouldn't we talk?

If you say so.

I'll take you back.
We can talk in the car.

You going to change?
Yes.

Where shall I drop you?
Christ Lane?

No, I live in the college now.

I didn't know that.

The person who did the crossword
puzzle did the one in The Times.

And addressed your Jiffy bag.

The German.

German he might be, but he's
cleverer than me.

I couldn't do it that day.

Please, stop the car.

I want to walk.

No, you don't want to walk.

I don't want to talk.

I won't ask you anything.

We'll just drive and you can think
about what you want to say.

You like Elgar.

You did.

Fancy a cup of tea?

I don't know.
Yes, you do. Have a cup of tea.

You never came here, did you?

When? Why?

You know, when...

When we knew each other.

Did you ask me?

No.

Probably not.

Do you take sugar?

Sit down, you might not
like tea ceremonies.

Best tea cups.

I never use them, you know.

I ought to sell this teapot.

Somebody will only nick it one day.

Never use the thing.

Sit down, Jane.
I will.

Let's get on with it.
I WILL!

Good.

There's somebody else involved.

Yes.

I can't tell you
everything that happened.

You have to.
Just listen. I'm talking at least.

No tea. I don't want tea.

You might later.

I've never had any feelings for you.

That became obvious.

It doesn't matter.

It did.

But it doesn't matter now.

Yukio Li was a drug dealer.

How did you know?

He attended two summer schools.

But first of all there was
a young man I knew.

Last year he died in a car crash.

I was sad.

Although he had a brilliant mind
and could've had a brilliant future,

his life was already destroyed.

Mrs Warbut was brought a book

by a scout last year.

It had been left by Yukio Li.

In it was names and addresses.

Contacts - dealers, I suppose.

You got it still?

No. I destroyed it.

Why did you do that?

I shouldn't have, but

I was thinking of the college.

When Yukio Li applied again this
year, I thought of refusing him.

Was this young man
an undergraduate?

Yes.

What was his name?

Jeremy.

Jeremy Collins.

Who else knows this
apart from you and Mrs Warbut?

His father. I told him.

The tea will be cold.

I don't want any.

Yes.

Yes, speaking.

Umm.

What?!

Where?!

Umm.

Right.

No blood?

No mutilations?
None!

Things are looking up. When?

Last night. No later.

The facial blow could've
happened when he fell.

Strangled, I think.

Your Japanese. You wonder why there
wasn't much blood, Morse?

A knife in the heart. You'd expect
blood to hit the ceiling.

I suppose so.
I would.

Thought why there wasn't any?

Or were you just grateful?

I was grateful.

All right.

That knife didn't kill him.
The report is on your desk.

He was dead already.

Oh, something else!

The cuts to his wrists and ankles
were done to hide the fact

that he'd been tied up.

But he'd been around all day
getting pissed on orange juice.

Everybody said so, he was seen.

I saw him minutes before
he was killed.

His mouth. The cuts were to hide
the fact that he'd been gagged.

All right, boys, get a move on!

He wasn't bound or gagged
when I saw him.

Bridge at 1:30.

That's my opinion.
Report's on your desk.

Tied up and gagged
for at least 24 hours.

Rubbish!
Does it complicate things for you?

What does HE want?

What is it? Gays? Suicide?

It usually is.
Nothing to do with us, suicide.

Did you hear that, Max?
I think you all ought to wait

till I have a good look at the body.
Oh, I will!

It's suicide. Your gov'nor says so.

The handwriting on the Jiffy bag,

it's the person who did
the crossword and won the prize.

He's a phoney, our German.

He'd never heard of Marien Platz.

Neither have I.
You wouldn't have.

But even if he is a phoney,
it doesn't make him a murderer.

He's into heroin though,
in the Jiffy bag.

That's it then.

Bound to be a murderer, isn't he?

Drugs, drugs, drugs.

It's a gift to men like Dewar.

Mention drugs and all motivations
fit. They love it.

All unimaginative coppers
like Dewar, they love it.

And they love the righteousness
of the cause.

Trouble with Friedman is,
he couldn't have done it.

Phoney or not, drugs or not.

None of them could have done it.

None of them could've murdered
that Japanese.

I saw them all sitting there. ME.

Why me?

You're a good witness, aren't you?

The best. Aren't I?

Do you think I was set up, Lewis?

I do.

A very nasty thought has come to me.

How long ago was I set up,
do you think?

You mean, Dr Robson?

That's my nasty thought.

Only you know about it.

Is that why I can't think straight,
Lewis?

I don't know.

Maybe we should...

go backwards.

Start thinking Japanese.

Zen?

Pardon?

Puccini?

Oh, Madame Butterfly, you mean?

That's right.

You can pack up now.

Goodbye.

Herr Friedman?
No.

Sorry.
Why?

Why do you want him?

Can I help you?

When did we first get to know
each other?

I can't remember.
Last year, I suppose.

Yes, it was last year.

Yes.

We found Graham Daniel today - dead.

In a lavatory.

Strangled probably. Though my
superior thinks it might be suicide.

Oh, no.

Didn't you know him?
No. I gave him a job, that's all.

Not on drugs, was he,
like Jeremy Collins?

Drugs? Jeremy?

I-I-I don't know.

I mean, I know about Jeremy Collins,
yes. But Graham, no.

Jeremy...

Jeremy Collins...

Miss... er?

Heidi, ja.
Who is the phoney?

Pardon me?

You filled your crossword with
"He is a phoney. He is a phoney."

Who is?
I just filled in anything.

I couldn't do it.

You did not mean anything?

I just filled in the squares.

Please...
No. Wait.

I am Swiss, we know Germans.
He is not a German.

What is he then?

I don't know. You must ask him.

Right. Thank you.

Who gets to see the application
forms?

We all do.

The Bursar, he's away
for a few weeks.

The staff in the office.

Mrs Warbut.

If Herr Friedman
is not what he seems,

and it seems he isn't,

he would have to have an address
in Germany for you to reply to.

Yes, of course.

Is he the father of Jeremy Collins?

No.

Are you sure?

I know he isn't.

Who is, Jane?

Sir Wilfred.

Is he?

Did he tell you, you had to offer
a place to Yukio Li?

I suppose he must have done.

He sees all the applications.

Yes, I know he does.

He told me.

Tea. I'm having tea.

Don't let me stop you.
It's about your son, Sir Wilfred.

Which one?

Have you more than one?

I'm sure I must have.

Jeremy Collins.

Oh, that one!

Drugs!

Need I say more, old chum?
Drugs?

Jeremy Collins
was a piece of human scrap,

for which I have no regard.

Did you know Yukio Li?

Know OF him or KNOW him?

The first perhaps, the second...

Did you know he was a drug peddler?
Did I?

I saw him as you did,

a typical southern Japanese.
Is there such a person?

Do they all look alike to you,
Morse?

Not to you?
No.

Long service in hard stations,
old chum.

I had the opportunity of meeting

and subsequently interrogating
many Japanese in the Far East

after the war.
And during it, some of it.

I got to know their physiognomy, had
to,

sitting opposite them for hours.

Now, to you, the casual observer,
they may all look alike, but...

Southern Japanese, in particular.

Thicker lips.

Rounder eyes.

I think you killed him.

What if you did?

How did I do?
I don't know.

Of course you don't.

You had help.
Did I though?

Kurt Friedman, not a German.
But that was no problem for you.

You could've arranged that his
application form showed he was.

Where is Friedman?
Did you give him a golden key?

Why would I do that?
So that he might hide.

I'm going to search the college
thoroughly, Sir Wilfred.

Something I should have done before.

I want all doors open.
I want to look everywhere.

I expect to find somewhere someone
was kept bound and gagged for a day.

I might also find Kurt Friedman
in hiding.

Graham Daniel is dead, did you know?

How would I?

How would you?

Did I murder him?

Perhaps he found out about you.

Perhaps he was a friend of your
son's.

Perhaps he helped you murder
Yukio Li and then threatened to talk.

Jane Robson told you about Yukio Li.

You blamed him for your son's death.

No matter what you say, Sir Wilfred,
you cared about your son.

I don't know how you did it.

I know you were all there,
sitting looking at me.

I was there to give you an alibi.

That's why I was asked to set
the crossword and give the prize.

I didn't ask you, I thought
you were a friend of Jane Robson.

A friend? Yes, I was a friend.

Yes, I AM a friend.

The most suspicious thing of all
is an excellent alibi.

Also the most innocent.

Might I answer the door?

Allow me.

Just in time to see me arrested,
Superintendent.

I don't think so, Sir Wilfred.

I'm not talking of arrest,
I'm talking of suspicions I have.

I suspect you of involvement
in the murder of Yukio Li.

Here. You might as well see this.

What is it?

What we know about your Japanese.

He was being watched. Sir Wilfred
co-operated.

He was part of
an international drug syndicate.

Who was watching him?

I see.

Lets us both out of it, doesn't it?

Why would he be political?

That's what we're not going to be
told.

Are we being bounced off?

You are.

I want you out of the way.
You and Lewis.

Now?
Yes, now.

This is too big for you to handle.

You can go on with your
investigation,

but I want everyone out of here.

What you do now must be discreet.

In my opinion, Graham Daniel
murdered the Japanese.

Some argument over money or drugs.

And who murdered HIM?

If it was murder,
we don't know...yet.

It may be entirely fortuitous.
It might still be suicide.

We don't know...yet.

What we do know is that the Japanese
was deeply involved in drugs,

in a big way,

and there's still chance someone
might try to contact him.

Down the mortuary?

They may not know that.

Something will be thought of.

A doppelganger?

That's right.

Who is it? One of the summer students
watching him?

It isn't necessary for you to know.

Isn't it?

Graham Daniel, was it?
Never mind who it is.

Ah, it wasn't.

All right, sir.

Is THIS the undercover agent?

Didn't do much of a job
letting him get killed.

Don't you believe in co-operation,
Miss?

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

Did they all look alike to you?

Pardon me?

Know what a doppelganger is?
Yes.

Tell Superintendent Dewar.
He doesn't.

How did you know I was here?

Where else?

The German turned up yet, has he?

No.

Phoney.

Thank you, Heidi.

I have to talk to Jane Robson again.

We've been told to leave it, sir.

Is that a fact?

Friedman's not a drug dealer,
the Jap was.

Friedman was involved
with Jane Robson.

They laid all this drugs lark.

Planted that bloody silly Jiffy bag.
Story about a notebook.

Can you imagine it?
Every name of every contact?

You would, if you were a dealer.

What neither of them knew,

when they were setting him up
as a dealer,

was that he WAS one.
And a big one, being watched.

None of them villains.

Not one.

I told you that.

Not one real criminal
amongst the lot.

Apart from our Japanese,

the only person who appears to be
villainous is Sir Wilfred Mulryne.

And he hasn't done anything.

I'm sorry, Lewis. I'd like you
to ferret around a bit more.

She used to live in Christ Lane.

Who?

Jane Robson.

I want to know more about her.

I knew her father.

She had a brother, I think.

You think?
What did you talk about?

I don't know.

We talked about music.

Usual things.

Life. Music.

Books, music.

Crosswords.

Everything.

Not a lot.

I don't know anything about her.

Except her father had had a stroke.

Go on. It's not drugs.

Something more than that.

There's just one thing nagging me.

Mrs Warbut, last year,

did you find a small book, a diary,

and give it to Jane Robson?

Come on. It's all right,
she told me you did.

That's right.

Did you look in it? Read it?

I had a quick look.

What was in it?

I don't know, it was in Japanese.

Was it?
I don't read Japanese.

No, I don't suppose you do.

Something I could never master.

The only Japanese I know
is rudimentary and peremptory.

Yes. Thank you.

Are there any other Japanese?

Oxford's full of them
at this time of the year.

Tourists you see.
In college?

None.
I thought I saw one.

I think someone might
try to kill me.

Why?

Because of that boy...

..dead.

He was very like Jeremy Collins.

Go on.

I can see you're frightened
of something, Jane.

Is it silly of me?
I can only help if you tell me more.

Not here.
Do you want to come to the station?

No! Why should I?

I thought, perhaps neutral ground.

No. Come to my rooms.
All right.

No key?

No. Your men are searching
the college.

Not my men.

You weren't frightened on you own,
were you, Alex?

No, not really. Thank you.

CHIEF INSPECTOR!

Chief Inspector.
There's a call for you!

All right. I'm sorry.
I'd better see what that is.

This is my room. I'll be in here.

"I've found our German, sir."
Where is he?

In Sunderland by now.

His real name is Michael Robson,
brother of Dr Robson.

How do you know?
His photo, and his daughter.

She's waiting for him to come home.

Christ Lane.

All right. Get yourself over here.

Who is it?
Chief Inspector Morse.

Worried about your brother?
What?

Gone back to Sunderland, has he?

I don't know...
Come on, Jane.

I know you didn't murder Yukio Li,
you couldn't do that.

Knife in the heart, mutilations.

There are people who can do such
things

when they're deranged
with anger, but not you, Jane.

You're going to suggest
my brother did it.

As a matter of fact he didn't.

What I suspect is that the person we
thought was Yukio Li

was someone else.

Another Japanese.

The real Yukio Li
was grabbed soon as he arrived.

Trussed, gagged, dumped somewhere

and fed on orange juice
and biscuits -

nothing else.

And then, your brother,
perhaps with Graham Daniel,

and the help of the Japanese hired
to impersonate Yukio Li

later murdered him.

And then we sat down to dinner,

while the Yukio Li double
pretended to be ill.

We all saw him pretending to be ill

having eaten nothing but orange juice
and biscuits.

I saw him.

I was intended to be a witness.

My brother didn't murder him.

Who did? Not you.
No.

You're right about the double.

There was an accident.
Yes, I think you can call it that.

Yukio Li tried to escape.

There was a struggle between him and
the Japanese who was guarding him.

They fought and the Japanese
killed Yukio Li by accident.

It was an accident.

You can call it that.

Michael, my brother, just -

Did the finishing touches.

Michael was obsessed with hatred.

It was dreadful.

Was it?

Do you know
what happened to my father?

No, you didn't tell me.

Everybody knew.
I didn't!

Yes, you did! Yes, you did!
Yes, you did!

Everybody knew
what had been done to him!

How he'd been insulted.

He's alive, you know.

The man who maimed my dear, dear
gentle father.

Alive,
and protected by the Americans.

All right, Jane. All right.

It is NOT all right!

We've done everything! We have
written. We've threatened.

We have done everything to have him
put on trial for his crimes.

Mike -

The man who tortured my father.

He had him crucified in the camp.

He was a scientist too.

An apology for one.

He worked on the effects of gas
on human beings.

Some Dutch, some Americans, some
English. Among them my father.

The Americans got him.

But they didn't get his research,

so they asked him to work for them.

Let him stay alive, free
from prosecution as a war criminal.

After all...

he had the only useful knowledge
of the effects of gas on humans (!)

Yukio Li was his son.

Ah.

Yes.

We couldn't touch the father,

but we could get the son.

Do you know how we found out?

That evil man told me.

The pleasure he took in telling me.

Who told you, Jane?

Sir Wilfred.

I was fond of his son, Jeremy.

I went to Sir Wilfred to talk
about him, to ask his help.

He said some smart, cruel things
about fathers and sons...

..and dropped the bombshell
that Yukio Li was the son

of the man who tortured my father.

I was shattered.

I hardly knew him,
he was just a face.

But suddenly,

sitting there...

..was

was...
Revenge.

Yes.

I wouldn't have killed him.

But I couldn't prevent what was
going to happen once Michael knew.

I didn't try.

I enjoyed planning it.

The eventual killings...

The mutilations...

Somehow, far off...

they wouldn't happen.

What would happen would be
that Yukio Li would be frightened.

Humiliated...

I never thought...

Michael would do it.

Nor did Graham.

Who killed Graham Daniel?
Your brother?

No.

Graham Daniel was Michael's son.

My nephew.

Your brother carried out
the mutilations on Yukio Li's body.

A knife in the heart,

stabbings in the hands and feet,
his tongue cut out.

Fathers have killed their sons,
sons their fathers.

No. Michael wouldn't.

Couldn't.

Do you read Japanese?

Why did you set him up?

Yukio Li?

Why did you go to such lengths?

The cassette with dope in it.
The ridiculous story of the notebook.

Or did you think nobody would care

Or perhaps you wanted to throw
suspicion on Sir Wilfred,

because of his son's death?
Yes. We thought it would confuse.

But we knew anyway.

You didn't have to underline it.

Yukio Li WAS a drug dealer,

you didn't need to set him up.

I didn't know he was.

Chief Inspector?

Something's been found.
What?

What have they found?

Well, you did ask me to tell you,
sir. A body.

Kurt Friedman.

Michael Robson.

Morse!

Where is he?
Around the corner, sir.

My God!

Jane! Jane!

Jane? Are you all right?

Jane, open the door.

Fetch an ambulance.

Who is that?

THAT is the REAL Yukio Li.

What do you mean?

The Robsons thought he was dead too.

They kidnapped him when he arrived
and hid him in the showers.

Michael Robson brought a look-alike
from Sunderland

to take the place
of the real Yukio Li

while he was bound and gagged
and fed on orange juice.

All went well,

but they didn't know Yukio Li
had overpowered the look-alike

and taken his place.

When it was time to remove the gag,

Yukio Li invented a story about
the look-alike trying to get away

and having to kill him.

Michael Robson was probably
relieved not to have to do it.

He carried out the mutilations
with enthusiasm,

so maybe we're being charitable.

Perhaps Yukio Li did it,

taking pleasure in doing
what would've been done to him.

And then he thought

this was too good
an opportunity to miss.

Perhaps he knew
the Drug Squad were on to him.

Even if he didn't,

it might be quite convenient to be
thought dead.

So he went around
mopping up the witnesses.

There was one
he didn't know about though.

Did for him.

She'll manage, I expect.

Caught the murderer yet?

Which one? There are lots.

Lots? Left my pen.

It's on the mantelpiece.

Dr Robson didn't wield that mallet.
She couldn't have done.

He was hit him from behind.

She couldn't have done that while
she was being strangled.

Croquet can be a very rough game,
played properly, by an expert.

Not expert.
Crushed like an eggshell.

Yes.

No, I know, not her.

Yukio Li was the expert
in martial arts, apparently.

Like his father. Except his father
didn't use his hands.

Came up against an ex-RAF
lady warrant officer, though.

Met his match.

You don't agree with those names,
do you?

The names on the memorial tablet.

You know I don't.

Don't you believe in forgiveness?

Not entirely.

I believe I may be forgiven
for what I have done,

but I cannot believe

those who tortured Reverend Robson
should be forgiven.

Their evil was beyond forgiveness.

It stained all our lives.

Even unto the next generation?

It was long ago.

It was not.

It was yesterday.

I was a young girl.

I was in terror
for such a long time.

Even unto the next generation.

I was made barren by my fear.

They took pleasure in
what they did to Jane's father.

I saw it happen to others.

They did it to others.

Few of the others lived.

It was a joke.

He was crucified.

Bayonets through
his hands and feet to a tree.

Because he was a clergyman, perhaps.

A joke.

He bit his own tongue out
because of the pain!

Do you think he would approve?

Who?

I think he would have hated
what they had in mind for Yukio Li.

I should've tumbled.

I saw the scars on
the old man's hands.

On his palms.

I think he hated himself for bearing
the scars of Christ's suffering.

That's what we do
to clergymen sometimes.

We insult Christ through them,

and they wilt under it.

Oh, he was fine for a while,
when he came back.

He managed quite well
for a few years.

Jane was born...

..then he just stopped.

Nothing.

Insulted.

Wilting.

I had nothing to do with it.

I knew something was happening.

I had sympathy with Jane.

She asked me to look the other way.

I did.

Yes. You did.

Will she...er...?

Be back? I should think so.

She stopped Dr Robson
from being killed.

I don't think she was involved in
anything except turning a blind eye.

You don't have to advertise
for a domestic bursar.

My dear fellow, is there not
something we can do to lessen...?

To hush things up?

Don't you care about the
Official Secrets Act?

You're still bound by it.

You should never have told Jane
about Yukio Li.

That nonsense was a long time ago.
I won't have it.

They were beastly to their prisoners

but they were equally beastly
to their own soldiers!

The Japanese have an alibi
for all that,

and we gave it to them.

Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Yes, who will take revenge for that?

Policemen do make a mess, don't they?

Alex, isn't that your name?
Yes.

I've been to see your Aunt Jane.

She's going to be all right, I think.

She told me
about your grandfather.

It was sad, wasn't it?
What happened to him in the war.

Yes, it was.

How do you feel about it?

Grandfather was sad.

Are you on your own?

It's all right, Daddy's coming.

It was embarrassing with
Grandfather.

He was embarrassing.
Everybody looked.

I knew him.

We took him to a few concerts,
your aunt and I.

A few.

I don't know whether he enjoyed
them. He used to cry.

I often cry at concerts, don't you?

I've never been to a concert.

Oh, you must go!