All language subtitles for Morse S04E04 - Masonic Mysteries x264 RB58.eng

? MOZART: Overture to The Magic Flute

You've got me all in a fret, driving like that.

Oh, l'm sorry. lt's being a policeman.

You're always in a hurry. And we are late.

Aren't you a little old
to be running round in fast cars?

Not while there's pretty women
to drive around with in them.

Time you got yourself
something more your own age.

Come on. They've started.

- Where's my make-up box?
- Here.

Don't worry, Beryl. lt's only nerves.

You'll feel great once you're in costume.

Well, wait for me.

You should have been in costume
half an hour ago.

Sandra, could you give me
a lift back afterwards?

- lnspector Morse can't manage it after all.
- Of course. No problem.

- Thanks.
- Beryl.

Look, l'm sorry. l really don't like
being frightened. Really.

Look, l'll drive slowly.

Now, l promise. lt's just that we were late.

Thanks, but Sandra lives very near me.
lt's not out of her way.

- lt's not out of my way, either. Not at all.
- Look, l'm sorry.

You're very nice.

l've just had enough of men for the moment,
OK?

Later, perhaps.

May l please have a little hush out here?
We're trying to work!

You need to.

You do understand, don't you?

l knew you would.

- Ooh!
- Sorry.

? Papapapapapa...

? Papapapapapa, Papageno!

Chorus, on stage, please!

At once, pIease!

Move!

For crying out loud! This is a rehearsal!

Right.

Move up, tenors. Make room.

l thought you liked him.

l do. lt's just he's so serious about it.

l'm not ready for all that again, Sandra. Not yet.

Budge up! It's not a scrum!

It's not a rugger match.

Quiet, please!

Right.

ls there a Mrs Newsome?

A Mrs BeryI Newsome?

Yes.

Phone call.

I'm terribIy sorry, Simon.

l didn't know anyone knew l was here.
Do you mind?

No, no.

Try not to be too feminine about it, Beryl.

I mean, save your voice for the performance.

It's your big chance, BeryI.

Pamina's got a sore throat
and they want you to go on instead.

We're not supposed to take private calls.
Not really.

l'm sorry.

Right... Now...

Oh, that's not bad.

ln fact, l think it's a minor miracle.

Not bad. Good, good.

Good, good.
Yes, there's always one.

You! Where's your regalia?

- What?
- You're supposed to be wearing a medallion.

l'll switch it through to Civil Defence.

There's never anyone in there.

- Second door on the right.
- Thanks.

Just don't tell the Chief Executive, that's all.

You people, you never look.

Box under the window.

Hurry up!

Can't it wait?

lt is the final dress rehearsal, sir.

All right.

Well, while we're waiting,

let's have one more go at that top F, shall we?

One, two, three, four, one.

Hello.

Hello!

Hello?

Oh, come on. ls anyone there?

Oh, my God.

For God's sake. Have you ever heard of
a chief inspector, ClD, committing murder?

- Nothing to do with me, sir.
- I'II have your guts for garters!

I shouId be out there finding...

About time.

Sir, will you please tell this officious constable...

Calm down, Morse.

AII right, ConstabIe, thank you very much.

l understand she was a girlfriend of yours.

Not exactly.

WeII, er...under the circumstances, I've decided

to put Jack Bottomley in charge.

But l'm here.

l was on the spot. l knew her.

Yes. And you were found beside her
with a knife in your hand

and bIood aII over you.

What the heII is that you're wearing?

You don't think...

You can't think...

l don't think anything.
l just know l've got to suspend you.

I'm sorry, Morse. ReaIIy.

l'm sure Morse and l can handle it in a
perfectly friendly and professional manner, sir.

What's he doing here?

Jack's sergeant's on hoIiday,
so er...I've given him Lewis.

WeII, you won't be needing him for a whiIe.

- Better start rolling up your trouser leg, Lewis.
- Sir?

You'll find Chief lnspector Bottomley
a Grand Master.

Much grander than me.

Oh, like a game of chess, do you, sir?

Make a change from the crosswords for you,
Lewis.

All right, let's get started.

Lewis, come with me.

Right. Sit down, sit down.

It's going to be a bit awkward
for you, Lewis. Can you manage?

- l'll do my best, sir.
- Good lad.

Now, what the hell am l going to tell this choir

so it's not in all the papers tomorrow that a
senior chief inspector ran amok in fancy dress?

So, how Iong had you known her?

It couId have been anyone,
couIdn't it?

I mean, any of us. This madman.

We don't know
that it was a madman yet.

You mean, someone wanted to kiII BeryI? Why?

This is what we've got to try and find out.

Now, why do you think
she asked you for this lift home?

She doesn't...

She didn't have a car.

She only joined a couple of months ago.

l was just trying to make her feel...

you know,

-part of the group.
- Speaking of groups, Morse,

my off-duty activities

are entireIy my own business, if you don't mind.

- I don't know how you come to know of them.
- They're hardly a secret.

Off down the Iodge every Thursday
with haIf the station.

But you're so fond of Mozart. He was a Mason.

The Magic FIute - it's a Masonic opera, isn't it?

WeII, I mean, Iook at you.

Yes, well, up to a point.

Then l don't understand your hostility.

Unless it's to me,

-personaIIy.
- Of course not.

Let's forget it, then.

Now, BeryI Newsome, she wore a wedding ring.

She wasn't married, though.

Divorced.

Twice.

She was "off men", she said.

l think something must have happened
on the way over.

lt's so difficult. l can't remember exactly.

Remember what?

Just an impression.

Oh, l don't know.

They'd probably had a bit of a tiff,

you know, on the way over.

Look...Mrs Newsome, if she was really off men...

l didn't know that, did l? Until she told me.

Ah, this evening?

So, what were your...feelings for her?

I found her a very attractive woman.

l think he was keener on her
than she was on him.

Poor Beryl.

Asking me for a lift.

He didn't like it.

l could see that.

He didn't like it at all.

Good night.

Good night, Brenda.

Good night, ladies.

Good night, sweet ladies.

Ah, evening, sir.

Are you off to the lab?

That's right, sir.

Got that knife there?

- Yes, sir, but l can't...
- lt's all right. l won't tamper with your seal.

ls this a dagger that l see before me?

Just an ordinary kitchen knife, l think, sir.

Brand-new, too.

Bought for the purpose, l'd say.

But what purpose, Dearden?

What purpose?

Thank you very much.

l hope er...

Well, you know. l hope everything works out
all right for you, sir.

That's very nice of you. Thanks.

Have you seen Lewis?

With lnspector Bottomley, sir.

Look, Lewis,

what's his um...

sort of sex life been all these years?

Any idea?

No, sir. Not really.

Not much, l don't think.

No.

And people do sometimes,

suddenly,

if they're disappointed,

or humiliated perhaps...

He drinks a lot, doesn't he?

- Not when he's driving, sir.
- l know Morse doesn't altogether care for me.

He doesn't care much for anybody, sir.

No, but he'll do his damnedest
to solve the case himself, won't he?

l wouldn't put it past him.

He didn't do it, l'm sure of that.
So l've let him go.

But l want you to keep an eye on him.

This is a murder inquiry, and not even
your chief inspector can be above suspicion.

What am l to tell him, sir?

Anything you like.

Given your relationship,
l expect you'll tell him the truth, won't you?

Bloody fool!

lt's the knife, sir. Why did you pick up the knife?

lf l'd done that,
you'd have given me a right bollocking.

- We're going to see McNutt.
- Who?

Chief lnspector McNutt.

He was my chief inspector when l was
an ignorant young sergeant like you.

Took early retirement.
Clergyman. Now lives in Reading.

l need to talk to Sarastro.

l'd better check he's in, l suppose.

? The Magic Flute:
The bird-catcher's song

Sarastro is the fount of all wisdom.

ln the opera.

He's a version of Zoroaster,
the Persian philosopher.

Ah.

l learned everything from Desmond McNutt.

He could look right inside people's minds,

their souls.

ls that why he became a vicar?

No. That was his wife.

Very religious, is she?

She betrayed him.

Who with?

With whom, Lewis.

And the answer is God.

She died.

That happens, you know.

My auntie in MiddIesbrough
went reIigious when her daughter died.

Had to put her away for a bit.

The richness of your family history
never fails to astound me, Lewis.

LEWlS: And when she came out,

she wanted to be a nun.

Only she wasn't a Catholic.

You don't have to be...

Say all that again.

l was meant to pick up the knife.
lts handle was toward my hand.

You can leave out the literary flourishes, Morse.
They were always a weakness.

As l stretched out my hand to pick it up,
l knew...

Well, l-l had an intuition.

l knew that it wasn't the knife
with which she was murdered.

Of course, it all happened in a flash, but...

lt was too clean, l suppose.

l'll bet you anything you like Forensic find
there isn't a scrap of fibre or flesh on it.

Gambling won't help.

That explains why you picked up the knife.

Not why would anyone want
to implicate you in the murder.

- Sir. Excuse me.
- Lewis.

Yes, Lewis?

l don't see why anyone would kill Mrs Newsome

to get Inspector Morse.
Why notjust kiII him?

Because they wanted to make him suffer pain
rather than death.

l assume that's your theory, Morse.

l think it must be.

lt presupposes
that you were in love with Mrs Newsome.

Were you?

l liked her.

l thought she liked me.

l suppose l hoped something might come of it.

lf someone killed her to entrap you,
he or she must have known of your hopes.

- l made no secret of my liking.
- I didn't know.

Then you may breathe again, Lewis.
We can rule you out.

Someone in the choir?

- l can't imagine so.
- Try.

Her friend...Miss Machin.
She thought you'd had a tiff.

Had you?

No, not at all. She was just...

- a bit jumpy, that's all.
- Perhaps Miss Machin was jealous.

Sandra?

Well, where's the motive?

l don't know.

Have another beer.

- lt may help you to think.
- No, thanks.

You're in shock.

- l think l'm more in danger.
McNUTT: Who from?

From whom?

l've put a few people away over the years.

Simon Allbright?

BriIIiant psychopath,
which is what we'd be Iooking for.

AIpha-pIus mind,

gamma-minus moraIs.

Poisoned six coIIeagues at work
for no good reason, except that it amused him.

But horrified by bIood.

Fainted when he cut himself shaving.

- He's still in Broadmoor.
- Are you sure?

Well, we can check.

Hugo De Vries.

A genius, Lewis. Perverted genius, of course.

One of the greatest con men of the age.

He certainly conned me. But not Morse.

- Not Morse.
- De Vries never killed.

He did in Sweden. Killed a prison officer.

l never knew that.

- No? Well, he did.
- He's still in jail. Must be.

Better check. Excuse me.

You can't be well.

Not interested in alcohol, McNutt.

His one serious failing.

- They're full, are they?
- Yes, sir.

No space at all, sir.

All right. Wait a moment. l'll see what l can do.

Really, the richer this country gets,
the more people there are on the streets.

- l just don't understand it, l really don't.
- lt's the government, sir.

They're cIosing these pIaces down.

That, Lewis, is what l don't understand.
These people have nowhere to go.

Sorry, Morse. First things first.

This is someone in real trouble.

You ought to listen more to Lewis.
He was on the right track.

Someone who didn't like Mrs Newsome
is much more likely to have killed her.

There's a place l know
which can usually fit someone in.

Perhaps this gentleman would like
to contribute to your night's lodgings.

Sir, thank you.

God bless you, sir.

Here, buy yourself a drink.

- Morse, pIease.
- Thank you, sir.

ln you get.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night, sir.

Great man.

Giving his life to people like that.

? Overture to The Magic Flute

What the...?

Envy marks?

It's not envy marks. Look!

lt's the bloody Masons!

Oh, God, Lewis.

What's going on?

? The Magic Flute:
O lsis Und Osiris (Sarastro)

lt's a trial.

What?

- An ordeal.

The hero has to pass various tests
before he can be initiated.

Pressing compasses to his bare chest, and that?

No, no, no, it's serious stuff.

Trial by fire and water.

You see, Tamino, the hero...

- What the hell...?

What do you want, Butterworth?

Excuse me, sir, but is this your car?

You know damn well it is.
What are you playing at?

l'm sorry, sir.
Do you happen to have your licence on you?

Wh-What is this?

What's going on, Mike?

A member of the public reported
this car cutting him up near Maidenhead.

Driving very erratic, he says. Going over 90.

- We haven't been near Maidenhead.
- No.

Oh, he got the licence number right
and everything.

l'm sorry, sir.
l was told to stop and breathalyse the driver.

Butterworth, who am l?

Chief lnspector Morse, sir.

Right, so be your age.

Somebody's after me. Look at the car.

Have the lodge been having some sort of a rally,
sir?

- No, no, no, of course not.
- Sorry, I'm not supposed to ask.

Oh, God, not you, too.

Do you really think l'd drink and drive?

- l'm sorry, sir. l was told to stop the car.
LEWlS: Come on, Mike, for God's sake.

- We want to get home.
- No, no, Lewis. Butterworth has his orders.

From Grand Master Bottomley, l dare say.

They have to do as they're told, you know,

or they get their throats sIit

and their tongues cut out,

and then they're buried

at low-water mark at midnight.
lsn't that right, Butterworth?

lf l could just see your licence, sir.

Er, thanks, sir. Yeah, that's all in order.

Now, if you wouldn't mind...

Yes, all right, all right.

l know how it works.

lf this thing turns red, l'll know l'm seeing things.

- Thank you, sir. You see, you have had a drink...
- Yes. l know what l've drunk.

Now, can l get on back to Oxford?

Er, yes, sir. l'm very sorry.
There's obviously...

That's all right. You were only doing your duty.

No hard feelings.

You are a M...

lf you people seriously think
your childish handshake is a secret,

l wouldn't put any of you on security.

You got away lightly.

Yeah. What's all this about?

Don't ask me. Good night, Mike.

Good night.

Good thing about Mr McNutt's beer, sir.

Yes. That's the one thing
my enemy's got wrong so far.

Do you want the tape back on?

Not at the moment.

l'm glad you've been with me
this evening, Lewis.

- Why's that, sir?
- Bottomley would never have believed it.

l can hardly believe it myself.

Still here, Lewis?

Looks like it, sir.

What are you doing?

Sending an overnight to Sweden, sir.

Sweden?

lnspector Morse
has an idea about a man in prison there.

A con man called De Vries.

How can he heIp us?

l don't know, sir.

ls Morse...

off his head?

l couldn't say, sir.

Well, l'm asking you to say.

Well, it seems this De Vries took against him
for sending him down.

Claimed he was innocent.

Threats from the dock.

- Where does Sweden come in?
- After we finished with him,

they wanted him over there,
where he killed a prison officer.

Nasty piece of work, then.

l still don't see how...

Just checking, sir. That's all.

All right.

Don't stay up too late, Lewis.

There'll be plenty to do in the morning.

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l'm not paranoid, Lewis.
This is actually happening.

It certainIy seems to be.

No, no, no. No ''seeming'' about it.

Once we start ''seeming'', we'll be lost.

This is reality. We've got to hold on to it tight.

What does all this stuff mean?

Don't ask me.

Last night l went through my career.

l'm a fair man, aren't l, Lewis?

l never put anyone away
who wasn't guilty. Never.

Leaned the other way sometimes.

Wouldn't you say l was fair?

Fairer to women than men sometimes.

They're the fair sex.

I checked out that Simon AIIbright
that Mr McNutt was taIking about.

He's still in Broadmoor.

- De Vries was the other one.
- Haven't heard from Sweden yet.

He conned the whole University of Oxford
for six months.

Took 'em for nearly a million quid.

Never admitted he was guiIty.

Here, Iet's get this thing off.

You know, there is a connection...

..between De Vries and Beryl Newsome.

Marion Brooke was involved with both of them.

Who's she?

Fundraiser for Amnox now.
Used to work for the university.

She was the one De Vries conned most.

What's Amnox?

lt's a charity. They raise money
for people in jail around the world.

Not just politicos.

Anyone.

Come on. Follow me to the garage.

l'm going to get a respray.

And then we'll talk to Marion.

He had such charm, De Vries.

Women kicked off their shoes
the moment he entered the room.

And men took out their chequebooks.

The funny thing was, he didn't need the money.

He had plenty of his own.

He seemed to enjoy the game for its own sake.

Sounds like one of these big businessmen.

They take over companies
just for the hell of it.

He'd have been a great success in the City,
but something...

Lewis, do you believe in evil?

- What...
- No, no, it's no use, is it,

blaming things on the devil? Or God.

But some people,
they seem to be wicked for the sake of it.

There may not be a devil,
but there's devilry all right.

- And De Vries...
- What did he actually do?

Oh, he said he was
the heir to a Swedish armaments manufacturer

with a very guilty conscience.

l mean, think of that.

A man with no conscience at all.

He told them he was going to give them
an institute for peace studies.

A man fighting a war against society.
What better cover?

He was clever, you see.

He took one look
and knew your weakness right away.

So, you watch what you're saying, Lewis.

She's a bit sensitive about De Vries.

He broke up her marriage.

Apart from everything eIse.

But he's dead. Didn't you know?

He killed himself in prison.

You know what those places are like.

Even in Sweden?

Hugo could con his way
into and out of most things but depression.

When was this? How did you hear?

His mother wrote and told me.

lt must have been two years ago. No, three.

Did he have a real mother?

Of course he did. HighIy respectabIe.

- We became great friends.
- Was he a Mason?

l don't know.

When he chose, I dare say.

- He was everything eIse.

Who is this Bottomley man
who wants to ask me about poor Beryl?

Oh, we're in ahead of him, are we?

- Good.
- Who is he?

He's a man that thinks l killed her.

You're not serious?

I found her, you see.

Myself, l always work on the principle that the
last person to see someone alive did the murder.

He thinks it's the first person to see them dead.

But that's ridicuIous.

Well, he'll find that out in time.

Meanwhile, you're talking to his leading suspect.

How weII did you know her, Marion?

Did she ever taIk to you
about the men in her Iife?

Well, she mentioned you.

Aren't you going to ask me about her work here?

Ask you what?

l'm not quite sure.

The thing is,

she was the only person in our section
who could operate the new computer. And...

I don't know what she was up to -
even if she was up to anything.

But really quite big sums of money
used to disappear.

Or appear to disappear. And then turn up again.

Nothing's ever actually gone missing.

l know a bit about computers.

Do you?

Well, perhaps you can explain it, then.

Ah, it's one of those. l like them.

- Do you know how to work it?
- Oh, yes.

What was the name of the account
you were having trouble with, Mrs Brooke?

General Fund B.

Right, l'm going to need a password.

Pamina.

P-A-M-I-N-A. Don't ask me why.

Pamina.

The heroine of The Magic Flute.
The piece we were doing with the choir.

Here we are.

Ooh, yeah. A Iot of money.

WeII, we're not Oxfam, of course,

but the pubIic is very generous.

- She could control all that?
- Up to £100,000.

Not control it exactly, but move it around,
looking for the best interest and so on.

- Ah, here we go.
- Where?

- Michael Baker.
- What does that mean?

A famous con man in the '40s.

Played on the fact that most people,
even in high finance, depend on trust...

and habit.
So he put money in and out of accounts

for a year or more
tiII the banks got to think nothing of it.

Borrowed Iarger and Iarger sums,

always for 24 hours, always in cash,

always paid back the next day.

l think l can guess the rest.

Right.

The banks got used to it.

And then one day, good oId MichaeI Baker
took everything out of aII the accounts

and vanished
with something Iike two miIIion quid.

She's been paying in to different accounts.

- £20,000 or so at a time.
- What names?

- Several. Mrs Brooke's among them.
- Mine?

Yesterday morning she paid it all into one.

You bank with the Wessex Savings Bank,
don't you, sir?

Yes.

Then it's aII yours!

£99,999.99.

Well, the money's there all right.

But didn't you think there was something odd?

A huge amount like that in my account.

Well, l have known you a long time
and you are a police officer.

The transfer seemed perfectIy in order.

As a matter of fact, l was going to ask you
if you wouldn't rather put it on deposit.

Now I suppose you want me
to transfer it back to Amnox.

With interest.

Oh, no, no, l really don't think...

Thanks, Mr Prettyman.

The next time l get rich quick, l'll let you know.

All right?

If Morse did it,

he must have had an accompIice.

To make the phone caII.

But, of course, that couId have been
someone compIeteIy innocent.

A friend, asked to do it for ajoke.

Not a very funny sort of joke.

Could have told him it was her birthday.

Wanted her out of the room for a few minutes
while they prepared a surprise.

Well, she certainly got that.

Sit down.

What about her husbands?

The first's a scientist.

Took the brain drain to America
seven years ago.

We've checked him out
with the police in Palo Alto.

Hasn't been back here in three years.

The second?

Derek Newsome.

FinanciaI consuItant in AyIesbury.

Ah.

That's more like it.

Yes, sir.

Except he took a second honeymoon
ten days ago and hasn't got back.

Are you sure?

Oh, quite sure, sir.
Spoke to him myself in lstanbul.

Well, none of that gets us anywhere, does it?

lt removes them

from the list of possible suspects.

Look,

twice married.
There's a good chance there's other men.

Well, yes, indeed, sir. lncluding...

Yes, yes, but others, Bottomley.

What have you found out about her private Iife?

Just off to have a good look round her flat, sir.

Well, l hope to God you don't find anything...

WeII, you know.

Yes...sir.

lf l didn't know he was dead,

l'd swear this was Hugo De Vries.

lt's got his fingerprints all over it.

Like yours on that knife.

A man like De Vries,
you've got to check inside the coffin.

l'll just go and see
if we've heard back from Sweden yet.

I'm very sorry about this.

WeII, at Ieast we got the money back.

Why on earth
Beryl would want to do something like that...

Perhaps she did have a boyfriend.

Women do sometimes, l believe.

Do you?

Got my fingers burned.

It's a Iong time ago, Marion.

l loved him.

l know.

Do you want to have lunch one day?

l'd love to.

We could share our mutual disappointments.

I hope it'II be more fun than that.

l'm in need of a pick-me-up.

l think l'll go and buy myself a new dress.

That's a very pretty one you've got on.

You'd make quite a good con man yourself,
you know.

Bye.

OK. Thanks a lot.

lt's true.

What is?

About De Vries.
Swedish computer files say he's dead.

His spirit lives on, though, Lewis.

AIas.

Bottomley wants us
over at the Cowley Road.

Mrs Newsome's flat.
Says he's found something important.

Good of you to come so quickIy, Morse.

Anything to oblige you, Bottomley.

Just before we go in,

um...what time did you pick her up yesterday?

- Half five.
- Did she keep you waiting at all?

20 minutes or so. That's why we were late.

Did you go in or what?

- Stayed here.
- l see.

Let's go in, then.

Had you been here before?

I dropped her off once, that's aII.

Did she ask you in that time?

No.

So you've never been in the fIat?

Right.

Sure about that?

Yes.

Good.

She certainIy seems
to have Ieft in a bit of a hurry.

Now, you say you didn't know her aII that weII?

That's right.

But you gave her your photo.

No.

Is this you?

Where the hell did she get that?

l was hoping you could tell me.

Are these yours?

Of course not.

l've never been here, l told you.

This is your laundry mark.

lt has to be your Times.

lt's your handwriting on the crossword.

And that is your tipple, l think.

Or how do you explain this?

Be good and ready, BeryI.
I don't Iike to be kept waiting...

as you know.

That was just...

She's always late.

That was all l meant. She was late that evening.

lt's true!

Morse, aII the evidence is that
you had sexuaI intercourse with BeryI Newsome

- before you drove her to the haII.
- l did not!

l have never been in this room before, l swear!

And l have never, alas,
made love to Beryl Newsome.

Did you try...and faiI?

Was that the probIem?

- l never got the chance.
- Then why did you kiII her?

- That's enough, BottomIey.
- l did not kill her!

Now, someone, l don't know who
and l don't know why, is trying to frame me!

I'm sorry, Morse, but I don't think
you've been teIIing us the whoIe truth.

You'd better come to the station.

I'm putting you under arrest, Morse.

Now, come on. Let's go.

Someone must have seen the murderer, Lewis.

Has everyone been questioned properly?

I don't trust BottomIey.
What about the dresser? He was in and out.

- What does he say?
- Dresser?

The bloke making sure we all looked right.

I'II check. What's his name?

No idea.

lnspector Bottomley...

..wants me to go round your house with him.

Your fingerprints were on that beer bottle.

And l expect you'll find
a great deal more incriminating evidence.

Whoever stole my beer must have gone through
my drawers to find that photograph.

God knows where eIse he's been.

Just don't beIieve everything you see.

Anything you'd like me to bring for you?

l'd like a libretto of The Magic Flute.

- It's in one of the boxed opera sets.
- What's a libretto?

A little book, Lewis.

A book of words. The text.

Ah. I thought you knew that by heart.

Maybe l've missed something.

About the initiation.

lnitiation?

lnto the mysteries.

Though whether of light or darkness...

What about clothes and things?

How long do you think they'll keep me here?

You'd better bring a few shirts and stuff.

lt's all in the airing cupboard in the bathroom.

Right.

- On my way.
- Thanks, Lewis.

He wants to know about the dresser, sir,
at the concert.

Oh, never mind about that. You read this.

Morse's personal file.
Fairly sensational reading, the early part.

l knew he was a favoured son of old McNutt's,
but...

l never heard any of this.

Well, it's not something he'd want known, is it?

Beating up a woman who'd had enough of him.
Well, you can see!

It was onIy McNutt
prevented a charge of criminaI assauIt.

You said Morse wasn't capable of murder,
Lewis.

StiII sure?

Come on.

Come on! Come on!

He must be in there.

lf you don't turn that bloody thing off,
l'm going to call the police!

l'm a police officer. What's the trouble?

lt's this bloody music! The same thing over
and over again since ten o'clock this morning!

- There ought to be a law!
- There is, madam. Public nuisance.

Well, put him in prison, then.
He's driving us all mad!

He's mad, Lewis!

- He must be.
- He didn't do this!

We left here half nine this morning.
The windows were shut

and no music pIaying.

And he wasn't out of my sight again
till you took him down the station.

And look at this.

It's a continuous tape.

What?

So it would keep on playing round and round.
Morse couldn't do that.

He hardly knew how to turn this thing on.

Well, we know he has an accomplice, Lewis.

The man who made the phone call.

Why wouId he want
to annoy the neighbours anyway?

Give credence to his story of persecution,
of course.

Now, anything unusual in here?

I don't know that I wouId know.

We should have brought him along.

So he could muddy the evidence?

Brace up, Lewis!

Lewis?

What's that you've got?

A little book he wanted.

l hope you're not forgetting
who you're working for.

- lt's only a libretto, sir.
- What does he want this for?

This opera, it's all to do with the Masons, see.

He thinks the case is to do with the Masons, too.

Well, let's get on.

Oh, bedroom.

You try the bathroom and l'll go in here.

He said would l fetch him

some clean clothes.

AII right, then.

l don't know why he has a house this size.

Never has anyone to stay.

Oh, God.

Oh, Christ.

That's exactly what he wants us to think, Lewis.

l've warned the Chief Constable.

There's no chance of keeping this
out of the press beyond tonight.

Oh, no, sir.

lt's very bad for the Force.

lt's not so good for McNutt.

Did you ever know him?

Only by reputation.

Damn good bloke.

Well, looks like he used undue influence
to protect Morse that time.

Well, l'm not so sure.

l've been asking around and er...
nobody seems to remember anything about it.

I mean, there was never a whisper at the time.
I do know that.

Well, sir, you weren't quite so senior then.

No.

Well, what do you want to do?

I can't keep him on a hoIding charge for ever.

You'd better go steady.
Forensic says he's right about the knife.

It was definiteIy not the murder weapon.

Oh, but of course he knew that.
lt's all part of the plot.

Who, the malicious caller?

The accomplice.

Well, Morse has only ever had one accomplice
that l know of, and that's Lewis.

Well, Lewis is very loyal, sir, yes.

ln fact, he's the only person
to confirm a lot of what Morse has said.

That they weren't at Maidenhead, for instance.

That he didn't come back here this morning.

lndeed, we've only Lewis's word

that they left McNutt alive and well last night.

There's no trace of the alleged derelict.

And there was room at the hostel.

Where is Lewis?

Sit down, sit down.

We're in a real pickle here, Lewis.

l just want to ask you one thing.

Now, take your time.

Do you think that Morse
kiIIed either Mrs Newsome or Mr McNutt?

No, sir.

Why not?

The person that did this is cleverer than him.
He's got to be.

Why?

WeII, he's cIever- Morse.
At crosswords, and that.

But he couldn't have done that tape.

And he couldn't have done computer fraud
in a million years.

What computer fraud?

All right, Lewis.

Tell us the worst.

What's the story, sir?

No comment!

Morse.

Oh, you don't reaIIy think...

I thought that was some kind ofjoke.

l mean, Morse?!

It Iooks very much as if he and
Mrs Newsome were conspiring together.

Why he then turned on her...

You've known him a number of years, l believe.

Ten or eleven.

Since the De Vries case.

TweIve, as a matter of historicaI fact, madam.

Now, according to our records,

Morse was involved at about that time
with a woman called Elizabeth Beckett.

Worked at the University Chest.
I wonder if, by any chance, you remember her.

Liz Beckett? Of course.
She was the University Chest.

- I didn't know she and Morse...
- Oh, yes, madam.

Well, well.

Why? Oh, don't say she...

We're just trying to trace her, madam.

You wouldn't happen to know where she lives?

I'm afraid not.

She...

My own life was fairly confused at that time.

When things got back to normaI,
Liz had vanished.

Oh, l don't mean...

She'd left her job, that's what l mean.

Any idea why?

l think she had domestic problems.

Not that l knew that was Morse.

- Are you sure?
- Quite sure.

Oh, Lord.

There was violence, wasn't there?

Yes.

She came to work with a black eye once.

A coupIe of broken ribs.

And three missing teeth, too.

Good God!

Morse?

He asked me out only yesterday.

Well, l should make other arrangements,
if l were you.

Sarastro dead.

Then who is Monostatos?

Good and eviI.

That's what we're deaIing with here.

Good and eviI.

Darkness and Iight.

McNutt was a force against darkness.

And now, because of me...

It is because of me.

Must be.

But who?

Someone who doesn't want my death...

..but my hurt.

My disgrace. My compIete pubIic humiIiation.

Did you check on the dresser?

Not yet.

Bottomley's had your personal file out.

He won't find much there.

He found out about one of your oId girIfriends.

What?

Elizabeth Beckett.

Who?

Ten or twelve years ago. Elizabeth Beckett.

Oh, Liz Beckett.

She wasn't my girlfriend.

She was a sad but weII-endowed young Iady from Hinksey.

Got involved with a panel beater,
who mistook her one night for a panel.

l got him put away all right, but it couldn't be him.

Thick as two pIanks.

What makes you think
Liz Beckett was my girlfriend?

The file said you beat her up.

- Pretty badIy.
- What?

lt was only McNutt got you off.
With a severe reprimand.

But that's...that's complete... Ask McNutt!

Oh, God, Lewis.

l'm finding this very difficult to hold on to.

Me too.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

If someone's putting things Iike that on my fiIe...

..then it must be someone here.
Someone inside the Force.

Not necessarily.

- Must be.
- It couId be a hacker.

What?

A computer hacker.

Getting into our files, rewriting them.

And the Amnox accounts.
He could be rewriting everything.

Are you telling me we're not secure?

l don't know, sir, but it doesn't look like it.

God almighty. l thought these things
were supposed to be foolproof.

Proof against fools, yes, sir.

But not against a very clever con man.

What the heII
am I going to teII the Chief ConstabIe?

That every case for the last five years...

that the whole lot could be overturned.

Oh, no, this is... lt's... How did he get in?

How did he do it? l mean, there's...

There's passwords, aren't there?

Someone here could tell him.

Could be someone here.

Oh, God.

But mostly these people just...

try combinations.

Like with a safe. They just keep playing around
till they find the one that gives them entry.

- They must have plenty of time on their hands.
- Oh, yes, sir.

Like someone in prison.

Yeah.

And it's power over life and death, isn't it, sir?

l mean, in here, in the file,

he can make someone live or die.
lncluding himself.

Don't get carried away, Lewis.

We've got to keep our heads.

But he can, sir. And all the time,
this De Vries that we thought was dead,

well, perhaps...perhaps he's not. Not at all.

We haven't checked Morse's version
of the Elizabeth Beckett story yet.

And that bastard could have altered everything.

The one thing he can't have altered, sir.

The Oxford Mail.

? The Magic Flute: Wie Stark lntro (Tamino)

- Shhh.

lt seems l er...

owe you an apology.

Not at all.

l'll do the same for you one day.

Well, there it is.
What this means about our records...

l never did like computers.

lt's only people like Lewis understand them.

What I Iike
is good oId-fashioned written evidence.

Which is why l want someone to go through
the statements you took at the hall.

l don't believe no-one saw Beryl's murderer.

It's not possibIe.
There were too many peopIe about.

Are you sure you spoke to the dresser?

He was everywhere.

- WeII, what was his name?
- l don't know.

You may. He had a box full of Masonic regalia.

Well, l'll check it out for you.

So...

what are you going to do now?

l'm going down the pub.

l'm going to show my gratitude to Lewis
in the time-honoured way,

just as soon as they're open.

Open all day now, sir.

lt's quite interesting being the hunted for once,
instead of the hunter.

You should try it.

Gives you insight into the criminal mind.

You have a look in there
and make sure he's not going to kill you.

l don't think so.

l don't think l've suffered enough yet.

Well, he's had you locked up.

That was inconvenience, not suffering.

Good hard beds in those cells, by the way.
You should try it.

Good for the spine.

As this is good for the brain.
So drink up, Lewis.

You've had a couple of good ideas today,
but we'll need more from you tomorrow.

Glad to see they're looking after you, sir.

They must vaIue me quite highIy after aII.
Thanks, Lewis.

Give my regards to Papagena.

Who, sir?

Your wife. Good night.

- Evening.
- Evening, sir.

- Are you alone?
- Oh, you'll be all right with me, sir.

l hope so. You keep your eyes open.

Yes, sir.

? The Magic Flute:
lntro to fire and water duet (Pamina and Tamino)

? Wir wandelten durch Feuergluten

? Bek�mpften mutig die Gefahr

? Dein Ton sei Schutz in Wasserfluten

? So wie er es im Feuer war

? Dein Ton sei Schutz in Wasserfluten

? So wie er es im Feuer war

? Wir wandelten durch Feuergluten

Sir!

? Bek�mpften mutig die Gefahr

? Dein Ton sei Schutz in Wasserfluten

Is he aII right?

Will be.

You're going to be fine. Don't worry.

What's in that thing?

Oxygen. You've inhaled nasty stuff.

- l don't want oxygen!
- Take it easy.

Sit down! Come on!

What's happened?

- What the heII's going on?
- A smaII fire in your Iiving room.

- Nothing to worry about.
- Fire?

OrdeaI by fire and water.

Of course, the FIute.

l should have...

Oh, God, yes.

He's so...

He's so clever.

Here.

Sit back down and have some more of this.

- l said no!
- Better get him to hospital.

He's not taking me to hospitaI.

You can't trust anyone, you see.

Don't you realise? He may be...

You see, he's everywhere and nowhere.
He couId be...

Are you a Mason?

Are you?

You're in this together, aren't you?

My God, yes.

The Masons.

You've wanted to get me
ever since you joined Thames Valley.

First you got into the Force,
then you got into the computer.

Then you kiIIed BeryI.

And McNutt.

And now you want to kill me.

- Can't you give him something?
- Keep away from me, both of you!

lt's the Masons!

They want to kiII me. They're trying to kiII me!

Bottomley is De Vries in disguise.

Morse, for God's sake, pull yourself together!

l'm sorry.

lt's the smoke. l'm sorry. l thought...

Where's Lewis? l want Lewis.

You know, Lewis,
Morse is a very good copper.

But sometimes
he's more trouble than he's worth.

ls he all right now?

Well, he ought to be in hospital, really, but er...

Why don't you go and see what you think?

Any statement yet, sir?

Later!

Later.

Good morning, sir.

lt's a terrible morning.

l've spent 25 years building up this collection.

25 years.

Some of these 78s, they're irreplaceable.

Leaves a right old mess, a fire, doesn't it?

Life. That's what leaves the mess, Lewis.

Mad people everywhere.

l'm going to have to apologise to Bottomley.

l'm told l accused him of being De Vries.

It's not funny.

I'm going to have to...

to...

Lay it on with a trowel?

HeIIo.

Yeah. Here's how he did it.

It's nasty.

It's the sort of thing peopIe Ieave in stores.

You know, kind of animal people and that.

He must have planted it
when he played that trick with the loop.

Whoever the hell he is.

ls there anything legible on that label, Dearden?

Yeah. ''The Mag...

..nificent...'' No.

''Mag...

..ic.'' ''Magic.''

"Conducted by Art..."

Toscanini?

- Arturo Toscanini?
- CouId be.

Talk about adding insult to injury.

That's the worst recording
of The Magic Flute ever made!

l wouldn't allow it in the house!

Right.

Right.

Yes.

Right.

Right.

Sweden.

Yes.

Thanks very much.

Tack.

Hugo De Vries

screwed up the Swedish records, too.

He's not dead.

He taIked himseIf into reIease on paroIe
six months ago.

And whiIe he was in prison,

he took a degree in computer science
through their equivalent of the Open University.

First-class honours, of course.

He even won some nationaI prize.

But if he's on parole,
there'd be some sort of check on him.

No-one's seen him
since the morning he stepped out of jail.

Marion Brooke.

She helped to put him away.

He got his mother to tell her he was dead.

God knows how long he's been planning this,
but if he was after me, he'll be after her, too.

Am l still suspended?

Well, you probably should be.

- But er...
- On our way, Lewis.

Oh, Morse.

This dresser you keep asking about.
No-one seems to know anything about him.

Now you see him, now you don't.

That's De Vries all right.

She isn't coming in today.
She rang up to say she wasn't feeIing too weII.

She worked so Iate Iast night...

- Why was that?
- She often worked Iate.

Of course, she got sidetracked with
this dreadful business about Beryl Newsome.

She was still at it when l left at seven o'clock.

It reaIIy is unbeIievabIe about BeryI.

I'd aIways thought
she was compIeteIy trustworthy.

The very idea of her...

This whoIe thing

has put a strain on everyone.

ParticuIarIy...

She and BeryI worked so cIoseIy together.

Did they?

Hand in gIove.

l wonder if we ought to have
another look at those accounts

- whiIe we're here, Lewis.
- Which accounts?

Here's the money coming out of your bank
account, sir, and going back where it beIongs.

Thank God for that.

Oh.
- What is it?

Oh, it's gone again.

Where?

Takes a bit of sorting out, this.

For God's sake!

Computer virus. Somejoker.

What the hell does that mean?

lt means this program's gone for a total burton.

The money?

The £99,9...

God knows.

l know, too.

I think I know.

Flown the coop.

Looks like it.

Well, you're the bird-catcher, Lewis.

lt's your job to find her.

How's that, sir?

Find her, catch her and cage her.

- Like Papageno.
- Who?

lt's about time you saw The Magic Flute, Lewis.
Find out what l'm talking about.

You got your keys?

Off you go.

Yes?

Oh, er...good morning.

Mrs Brooke in?

- Thames VaIIey CID.
- ls something wrong?

No, no, er... Do you know where she is?

At work, l expect. What's the matter?

- She reported a prowler.
- Did she?

Then you mind you catch him.
There's too many of them about.

Oxford's not safe any more, not for women.

No, no.

Well, um...

- She said she'd be in this morning.
- WeII, she's not.

She never is, mornings. She's got a proper job.

Perhaps she's gone to the bank.

I shouIdn't think so.
She's Ieft me my money as usuaI.

Well, er...

now we're here, um...

She said she saw him from the bathroom.
Can we come in and have a look?

Well...l don't know.

Oh, l suppose so.

- Thanks very much.
- Thanks.

Thanks.

This is the bathroom.

Well, that's funny.
She couldn't have seen anyone from here.

- Must have meant the bedroom.
- Must have.

l've made the bed.

Yes, she must have meant this.

She could have seen from here.

Is there anywhere eIse
she couId have Iooked out that way?

- There's the spare room, but l don't know why...
- Mind if l see?

Same view, really.

Could we take a look in the garden?

See how he might have got in.

lt's locked. You'll need the key.

Nice wine.

Yes.

Very nice indeed.

Thanks very much.
l don't need to see the garden after all.

- What?
- l just remembered

l've got to call on my wine merchant.

What do you think you're up to?

Here!

- I'II caII the poIice!
- Be sure to ask for Chief lnspector Bottomley.

He drinks claret the way l drink beer.

A lot of it, you mean?

He goes for quality, not quantity.

Château Petrus, Cheval Blanc.

The first growths.

The great Pomerols, St Emilions.

Several hundred quid a bottle, some of them.

That was 1970 she'd got there.
A whoIe case of it.

Worth a bit?

A thousand quid or more.

There's only one place
he'd buy that here.

Good morning, sir. Can l offer you a glass
of Australian Chardonnay? Jolly good nose.

- l'd like to see the manager. Right away.
- l am the manager.

ls anyone buying
Petrus and Cheval Blanc from you?

By the case?

Yes, he is.

- Why?
- lt's a murder investigation, sir.

l say. Really?

Who is it? lt's urgent.

Er...Dr James Wilson. New Zealander, l think.
Visiting Fellow of Wadham.

l was a bit surprised a New Zealander...

- Of course, there are some good wines...
- Does he live in college?

Just a moment.

He gave us the very best references.

He would have done.

We sent him some cases
of Château Ausone onIy Iast week.

- Here we are. 4 Chippenham Close.
- Thanks.

Are you sure you won't try the Chardonnay?

He's using the name Wilson.

Dr James Wilson.

lnform all ports and airports.

Probably travelling with Mrs Marion Brooke.

Probably not under that name.

And tell Bottomley and Superintendent Strange
we're going to 4 Chippenham Close.

Now. Thanks.

Nice car.

Rubbish, these new modeIs.

No cIass at aII.

ls that him?

That's him.

Seems we'rejust here in time.

Where's she?

Gone to the bank, Iike I said.

I hope so.

ls she in it with him or not?

That's the question.

Must be. Surely.

Not if she's dead.

Here he is again.

Why do you want her to be innocent, sir?

l'm old-fashioned.

All right. You stay here.
lf l'm not out in five minutes...

Oh, no, no, no, none of that. l'm coming with you.

lt's me he wants. lt's me he's going to get.

Or rather, it's me that's going to get him.

Call Bottomley if anything looks wrong.

Shouldn't that be,

''l who am going to get him,'' sir?

Block the drive.

HeIIo, Hugo.

Morse! You made it.

WeII done.

You're a IittIe earIier than I expected.

And you're supposed to be late.
The late Hugo De Vries.

l like being dead. lt takes the strain out of living.

But all good things must come to an end.

Chilly out here.

Shall we go in?

- Packing up?
- Dr Wilson's off on his travels, yes.

Research, you know.

lnto what?

The unknown.

Have you enjoyed
the IittIe dance I've Ied you? I do hope so.

I put so much into it.

Tell me,

what finally brought you here?

The claret. At Mrs Brooke's.

Ah.

Wasted on her, of course.
No palate, Marion. None at all.

But what loyalty, Morse.

What loyalty.

Do sit down.

''Tapping the claret.''

That's a fine old English expression
for giving someone a bloody nose.

- How's your nose been?
- Out of joint.

- (Laughs) May I offer you a drink?
- No, thanks.

Yes, it's a bit early.

Shall we have our music?

- You haven't given up drinking, have you?
- No.

l wondered. l was so sure you'd be over the limit.

You always were in the old days.

Was I?

? The Magic Flute: Papageno's magic bells

And you see,

I so wanted you to know what it was Iike.

What what was like?

To be caught. To be punished.

To be made to look a fool.

People like you and McNutt,
you regard it as your duty...

Your bounden duty, isn't that the phrase?

..to deprive people of their liberty.

But it's theft. Like any other.

How can anyone be himseIf in a prison?
Shut away from the Iight.

You should have thought of that
before you started.

Started what?

My life of crime?

But that was all a joke, Morse.

That was all fun.

l've never harmed a soul in my life.

- You more than harmed Beryl Newsome.
- Not at aII.

You were ultimately responsible, of course.

You and McNutt.

But the person who did the actual deed,

that was Marion.

I was mereIy the dresser.

The assistant to the star.

- Oh, yes?
- I bear you no maIice.

l forgave you years ago for putting me away.

lsn't that what men do in your Bible

when they're cross with their wives?

Put them away?

l believe so.

What a fascinating Ianguage.

But Marion couldn't forgive.

She loves me, you see.

Come on. Are you telling me...

Oh, I was her accompIice, I admit.

Just for the heII of it.

I Ieft the knife which you so obIigingIy picked up.

And those IittIe irritations,

the fire and water,

they were my humbIe contributions.

But the master pIan

was hers.

Why would Marion want to kill Beryl?

BeryI was about to find out.

Those financial manipulations.

You sureIy aren't stiII
so much in Iove with that stupid woman

as to beIieve her capabIe of those?

No, no.

Marion and l, Morse.

After hours, of course.

How's the car?

It's being resprayed.

That was maIicious, I admit. I couIdn't resist it.

Not that you understood, l think.

You made an elementary mistake, you see.

You thought you were the hero.

You were meant to think that.

You were meant to think
your frustrations were ordeaIs.

But...the viIIain undergoes frustrations, too.

UntiI he and his mistress

are overwheImed by the truth.

l am the high priest, Morse.

You are the evil spirit.

l am Sarastro.

You are Monostatos,

and now the earth is about to swallow you up.

Now, look, Hugo...

l don't recall inviting you

to use my Christian name.

Of course, you don't have one, do you?

On your knees, Morse.

- What?
- l want you grovelling.

On your knees.

l am going to kill you.

Or am l?

You never know with me, do you?

lt may be well worth your while to beg for mercy,

but then again, it may not.

l may kill you cleanly with a single shot,
like an English gentleman.

But then again,
l'm not an English gentleman,

so it's really up to you...

how well you beg.

What do you want me to say?

That you were wrong.

That I was aIways innocent.

As indeed I was.

You weren't innocent.

Are you quite sure?
You're sweating, Morse. lt's a disagreeable sight.

One shouIdn't be afraid of death.

It isn't the end.

I got interested in Pythagoras in prison.

l learned there was no night,

no day, no life, no death.

Metempsychosis, Morse.

Oh, yes?

The souI never dies.

It is transmuted. It migrates.

Beryl's a fish now.

Or a bird.

Yes. l think a bird.

Quite possibly...

in a cage.

And McNutt?

A sIug.

As for you...

- A dung beetle.

Who's that?

My sergeant.

Why do you policemen
always go around in pairs, like low comedians?

Are you permanently afraid, or what?

l'm afraid of you.

l've always rated you a real genius.

But if you honestIy thought I'd come here aIone...

So impatient.

Walk over there, please.

Go on!

Turn away now.

Life and death.

Darkness and light.

None of it matters.

Goodbye.

Sir?

Are you aII right, sir?

Can you hear me, sir?

Sir?

- Sir!

Metempsychosis, Morse.

A sea change into something rich and strange.

Sir?

Can you get to the door, sir?

l thought l heard...

- He's shot himself!
- Oh, God!

He was there.

He was Iying there.

Oh, my God.

- That whole thing, the whole st...
- What?

You bloody fool.
You left your keys in the ignition.

God almighty.

He fooled me again.

We'll have to use your car, Marion. Quick!

Excuse me, madam,
but may l see your driving licence?

Wait a minute.

You killed him. lt was all your fault.

- lf it hadn't been for you...
- Marion.

He couldn't stand the thought of more prison.

He told me, if we were caught,
he was going to shoot me first and then himself.

lf it hadn't been
for that stupid interfering policeman...

You were ready to die for him?

l don't want to go to prison!

You should try it.

You might find out what it's like for a brilliant
man like Hugo to be locked up day and night

for years and years.

And the world outside,

the stupid, idiotic, ordinary world...

Did he think what it was like for Beryl Newsome?
Or McNutt?

He framed Hugo.

You gave the clinching evidence
against Hugo yourself!

You confused me.

Marion.

Hugo was completely innocent.

He said you killed Beryl.

And you believed him.

How wonderful.

What were you going to do with the money?

Persecute you.

All this...

Murder and theft

and murder again...

All this just to get me?

And we will. ln the end.

We'll get you!

All right.

AII right.

MORSE: He persuaded me, you know.

While l was with him,
he really persuaded me that she did the killings.

When he said he wasn't a killer, l...

l don't know.

Do you think l'm losing my judgment?

What judgment's that?

I've Iost my sense of reaIity.

I mean, is he reaIIy in there or not?

He's there aII right.

You never know with De Vries.

All yours, John.

Thank you, chaps.

So much of our work, it's...intuition.

And he...

He didn't just get inside computers,
he got inside my head.

Like he got inside Marion's.

Do you think he'd have stayed with her?

He'll stay with her for ever.

Would you mind doing something for me, Lewis?

What's that?

The choir, they're having
a sort of memorial performance for Beryl.

The Magic Flute.

Oh, nice gesture.

l'm not going, myself. l don't feel...

Look, would you mind representing me, sort of?

Take your wife.

You'll enjoy it. Honestly. lt's good fun.

lt's like a panto.

Got a dragon.

- Well, when is it?
- Tonight.

Oh, l can't tonight. lt's EastEnders.

The wife won't miss an episode of EastEnders.

You can record EastEnders.

Well...but...

Please, Lewis.

LEWlS: Tickets?

Here we are.

There you go.

Ah, Morse.

I saw your car in the car park.

They've made a good job of it, haven't they?
You'd hardly know.

l'll know.

Anything new?

Oh, we've counted the money. lt's all there.

You'II want to wash your hands, then.
Dirty stuff.

lt's going to do good work.

l suppose.

l give to Oxfam, myself.

Do you?

Ah.

Well, speaking of charitable activities, l wonder...

WeII, I know you have...

strong feeIings about Freemasonry, but um...

if you were to see for yourseIf...

..the Iodge at work,

I'd be very pIeased to...

..to propose you.

Trying to establish true concord between us.

lt does seem foolish for us to quarrel.

Thanks. Thanks a lot, but er...

..l don't join things.

l'm even thinking of leaving the choir.

? Final chorus of The Magic Flute

Urgh. What does he see in it?

l still couldn't understand a bloody word.

Let's go for a drink,

for God's sake.