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? DEBUSSY: String Quartet

(Music drowns out prayer)

(Man whistles to dog) Come on!

(Bell tolls)

Sorry, I don't seem to have anything smaller.

Er, allow me.

No, really, there's no need.

- Damn it! - Two, please.

Thank you.

The tide of global feminism passed you by, then?

In that respect, I'm with Canute all the way.

I'm sorry. That was rude.

I er...

Thank you for the program.

? DEBUSSY: String Quartet

(Groaning)

Here, boy!

(Alarm bell)

(Applause from concert)

Bravo!

Bravo!

RADIO: "if you felt that was confused, you won't be.

That's still to come after the latest news summary. It's nine o'clock.

(News theme music)

BBC Radio Oxford news.

Good morning...

- Why ain't he at school? - Why ain't you at work?

- Shut up and give me my breakfast. - ..In July fast year, has died

following a stabbing incident at Farnley prison, where he was being held on remand.

Parnell, who stood accused of the Lovers' Lane killings,

was arrested last August after one of the largest investigations

ever undertaken by Thames Valley Police.

He's in the station. - OK.

We're expecting a statement from Detective Chief Inspector Johnson,

who headed the original investigation. At this time...

- Here he comes! - (Journalists shout)

Chief Inspector, can you answer some questions for us'?

- Just a couple. - Good morning, ladies and gents.

I've only got a brief statement for you at this present time.

There will of course be a full Home Office inquiry

into the circumstances surrounding last night's incident.

I can, however, confirm that er...

Steven Parnell,

last night, was involved at Farnley prison

in an altercation with another prisoner which resulted in Parnell's death.

REPORTER: He was the right man?

JOHNSON: Obviously, we'd rather have seen Parnell stand trial,

but as far as the Thames Valley Police is concerned, the case is closed.

All right? Thank you, gents. That's it.

- Morning, sir. - Lewis.

Didn't expect to see you back in for a few weeks yet.

A man can have enough of his own four walls. What's all that about?

It's Parnell, sir. Have you not heard'? It's been all over.

Steven Parnell?

- Are you fit, then, Bob'? - Sir.

- Johnson. - What are you doing in, Morse?

I thought the old man had you tucked up writing his end-of-term report.

What's this about Parnell?

Nothing for you to worry about. I's to dot, T's to cross.

When you're ready, Bob.

STRANGE: He found God, apparently - Parnell.

Don't they all?

Still, it's a pity he didn't live long enough to be brought to justice.

There's some would say he got off light.

It'll please the eye-for-an-eye brigade, anyway.

Don't forget he butchered five innocent people.

Well, four, sir, certainly.

Five, all right?

- Five- - Karen Anderson was different, surely?

We had this out at the time. Parnell put his hands up to all five.

Given Johnson's interview technique, I'm surprised he didn't confess to the A6,

the Julia Wallace and the Whitechapel murders.

Well, Lewis was in on the interviews, Morse.

Are you saying he'd stand for anything that wasn't above board? Hm?

You've no idea what it was like here last summer.

You only caught the tail end of it. You were off sunning yourself in Beirut.

- Bayreuth. - Yes, well...

Everyone was down on us. The press, the politicians, the Chief Constable.

- All of them screaming for a quick result. - Yes, sir.

If Johnson hadn't caught Parnell when he did, God knows how many he'd have killed.

I'm not disputing that.

They did a good job, him and Lewis. Nothing fancy,

I grant you. No great...leaps of the imagination.

Just good old-fashioned honest coppering. Sweat and spadework.

I'm rather keen to resume active duty myself.

Well, when you've finished this report. It's no good looking like that.

We've got to move with the times. The Chief Constable feels he's seen the future.

And it's Resource Optimization Analysis.

Two months counting paperclips is hardly

optimizing resources, sir.

They never found her body, did they? Karen Anderson.

Do you know how deep Blenheim Great Lake is? We could drag it till doomsday

- and stiff not bring her up- - Why does it have to be Blenheim?

You know perfectly well. Her bag was found at Blenheim,

as well as a ticket for a pop concert there the night she disappeared.

They also found a postcard, too, didn't they? I don't think...

What you think is neither here nor there, matey. Parnell confessed. That's that.

I don't want you outside the tent on this, Morse.

Understood?

Give us a receipt, darling.

Be good. If you can't be good, call George.

�18, please.

It's Johnson!

(Journalists shout questions)

Thanks.

Well, I think we've seen everything we need to, Governor.

I'll take you up on that drink, if it's still on offer.

Are you joining us, Bob?

Not driving, sir, no.

Good man, my sergeant.

Geordie lad.

Can I help?

He wanted me to know, to let it be known...

"Not the girl," he said.

"Not the last."

Those were his words.

I took from that that he meant four,

that he'd killed four.

- The two couples. - But we know he killed five.

I see no reason for a dying man to make a false confession. Do you'?

(Bell rings)

Hello again.

Hello.

- How did you enjoy the concert? - It was bearable, I suppose.

Did you want anything in particular? Or are you just browsing'?

Do you have anything on the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood? Millais?

Millais. Wait a moment.

This is...something of a synchronizm.

After our meeting last night.

Of all the bookshops in all of Oxford... Kismet, surely?

I doubt the Fates take great interest in the affairs of a simple shopkeeper.

Thank you.

- Mr...? - Morse.

It's quite expensive.

I er...

couldn't borrow it, I suppose?

Could I? For a day or so?

On the strength of buying me a program?

This isn't the Bodleian.

- A day or so? - At most.

- I just thought I should mention it. - You know what these God-botherers are like.

They want to believe we're all purer than the driven slush.

- All the same. - Look, it's done and dusted.

You were there when Parnell coughed. Karen Anderson was a blonde, same as his other two.

- But Chief Inspector Morse always... - I know where Morse is coming from.

It was our collar, Bob. Yours and mine. That's what he can't handle.

I don't think he's...means anything by it.

You know your trouble?

You're too loyal. He's held you back for years.

You do all the legwork, he gets all the glory. Am I wrong?

- I wouldn't put it like that. - Well, I would.

Everyone down the nick knows you should have made inspector by now.

Yeah. You know.

- Mr Johnson! - Have you charged anybody, Inspector?

Don't know why he bothers coming in at all.

Lewis.

Are you still here? I thought you'd have been home long since.

No, I thought I'd call in at The Trout on the way back for a pint.

- I wondered if you-- - I've just said I'll go to The Eel with Johnson.

Ah, well, another time.

How did you get on?

At the prison?

Oh, all right. Yeah, pretty open-and-shut.

- Upset the wrong con once too often. - I see.

I've been thinking...

As you used to say,

something doesn't add up.

George Daley, the man who found Karen Anderson's overnight bag at Blenheim...

Let it go, sir.

- I know you don't believe Parnell killed her. - I know you were there when he confessed.

Well, I'm sure you're right.

Sir!

Yes, Lewis?

Mr Daley?

You were working at Blenheim when you found Karen's overnight bag'?

I still work there.

Thank you.

How did you come to find the bag'?

He made a statement when he handed it in.

He knows that.

I found it driving into work, lying under a hedge by the road.

- Couldn't miss it. - No.

But you had, hadn't you'?

You see, the last sighting we have of Karen Anderson

is on the 24th of July, the day of the pop concert.

And you didn't find her bag until the 30th,

the day after her disappearance was announced on the local news.

- So? - I just wondered

how her bag could be lying about for six days without you

or anyone else noticing it.

If you couldn't miss it.

You think I'm lying?

Confused, perhaps, about when you found it.

Look, I told you.

I found it on my way to work.

Then how could you have missed it for six days?

The case is closed, isn't it? That's what he said on the box - that copper, Johnson.

If he thought there was anything iffy,

- why isn't it him come round? - Well, I'm sorry to trouble you. I just...

You just what?

He doesn't know you're here, does he?

Well, he will now, mate, I'm telling you.

- What did he want? - Nothing, love. It's all right.

- I'm going out. - Where?

To fill the bloody car, where do you think?

Don't talk to her like that!

You want this?

Well, keep that shut.

? DEBUSSY: String Quartet

(Music continues on stereo)

(Bell tolls)

Larry, hang on a bit, mate! I want to talk to you.

STRANGE. What the bloody hell did you think you were doing?

What did I say to you only yesterday? And last night, you go round

- and question this...? - George Daley, sir.

Thank you, and accuse him of murdering Karen Anderson!

- I merely asked him... - You'd no right to ask him anything!

All right, Johnson. Now, get this straight, Morse.

The Parnell murders are not, were not, and never will be your case.

I didn't ask him about Steven Parnell!

- You questioned him about Karen Anderson. - Karen Anderson was not murdered

by Steven Parnell. Sir, in a few days,

Steven Parnell will be buried and forgotten.

I don't want the truth buried with him.

- The truth? - Parnell murdered couples, sir.

He struck after dark and left his victims at the scene of the crime.

Karen Anderson was single.

She came to Oxford on a day trip.

Alone. She disappeared in the middle of the afternoon

and her body has never been found.

For God's sake! She's at the bottom of Blenheim Lake!

She's not in Blenheim. She never was.

She's in Wytham Woods. We should be searching it!

- Wytham? STRANGE: All right!

I've heard enough. Can't you get it into your head, the case is closed?

- Parnell confessed. - He retracted his confession.

He what?

Parnell retracted his confession. His last words,

as he lay dying, were to the prison chaplain.

"Not the last, not the girl."

His words.

- Is that true, Johnson? (Phone rings)

Strange.

All right, we're on our way.

A body's been found.

Out at Blenheim.

It'd be about ten o'clock. I opened up the gate, let the estate tractor in.

- And he followed it through. - Was that his usual time?

Well, honestly, I didn't expect to see him here at all today.

By rights, he should have been over at Lonsdale.

Right. Thanks.

- What's he doing here? - I'm assigning Morse

- investigating officer on this, Johnson. - Is this give-a-dog-a-bone week?

I want someone to give me the full picture, not just edited highlights.

So, you told him?

Well, good old faithful Bob.

I prefer Robbie,

actually, sir, to be honest.

Or Sergeant Lewis.

I'm going out on a limb for you here, matey.

Don't let me down.

I want to see all the material on Karen Anderson's murder.

Anderson? DCI Johnson won't like...

If he'd done his job properly in the first place, we wouldn't be here now.

You stopped looking.

You were both set on Parnell and you stopped looking.

OK, the deceased is one George Maurice Daley,

a gardener on the estate.

He was seen arriving for work about ten by the gate man, a Mr Williams.

Mr Williams was also the one who discovered his body.

Let's have statements from everybody on the grounds.

What about them up at the house, sarge?

Them up at the house, Constable Renton, are away.

Holidays, is it?

Wilkie, Fairbridge, start looking into known associates.

- Sarge. - Stranks, Clough,

can you concentrate on vehicles seen coming onto and leaving the estate?

Renton, you're on the weapon and the bullet.

It's now 1:30. Let's reconvene at the station half five.

Lewis, didn't you put anyone

- on the gates? POLICEMAN: Before you go, can I have the list?

Sorry, madam, the gardens are closed today.

- Due to ill health? - I beg your pardon?

Do you know where I might find a Detective Chief Inspector...

Looks like Mouse.

Morse.

Detective Chief Inspector Morse.

Dr Hobson. How do you do?

- The pathologist? - Well, I haven't come to see the bouncy castle.

He's been dead three or four hours, probably closer to four.

Yes, we know it happened sometime between 10:00 and 11:15.

- Oh, do you? - We have a witness who heard the shot.

- The gatekeeper. - Would you prefer him to do the postmortem,

and I'll man the gates for the rest of the afternoon?

Death would have been instant, would it, Doctor?

Occurred instantaneously, Lewis. Or was instantaneous,

if you must. Coffee may be instant, death may not.

Yes, Sergeant, it would have been instant.

You'd probably do best to concentrate your search for the bullet in that direction.

The shell case, if he ejected it, will be over that way.

You're certain the shot came from that direction?

Yes. You can seek a second opinion from your gatekeeper, of course.

He could have been spun round by the impact.

People drop when they are hit, Chief Inspector.

They don't spin or fly through the air in slow motion. They drop.

I shall have the initial results for you

from the PM by five.

Please don't be late.

Excuse me, Dr Hardinge. There's a Chief Inspector Morse to see you.

I'm Dr Alan Hardinge, gentlemen. Bursar of Lonsdale.

How do you do? How do you do? Do I...

I attended a concert here two nights ago.

Of course. You bought Claire's program.

I'm sorry if my arrival put the dampeners on anything.

I was rather under the impression that you and she were...

Oh, good heavens!

You thought... Oh, that would amuse her. Claire's my sister-in-law.

The only passion we share is for music.

Daley would usually come by today, yes.

But I'm afraid he was...

a law unto himself when it came to timekeeping.

- Why did you keep him on? - He was a very good gardener.

It's difficult to find people like that at a price the college can afford.

What exactly did he do here?

Bit of this, bit of that. Kept the lawns trimmed, odd spot of pruning.

How did he...?

He was shot.

I see.

Look, this is rather difficult, but...

...Mr Daley's arrangement with us was... how shall I put it?

Freelance. He wasn't college staff in the strictest sense, do you see?

I'm not about to go running to the taxman, Dr Hardinge.

You were aware he was working at Blenheim, then?

Er, yes. Yes, we er...

That's right.

This is where we keep all the gardening things.

If you want any further information,

I'm sure my secretary will be able to oblige. But I'm afraid I must get back.

Yes, thank you for your time.

Why do you reckon he was at Blenheim, then, sir?

Everyone is under the impression he should have been here.

As Dr Hardinge says, George Daley was a law unto himself

- when it came to timekeeping. - It isn't time though, is it? It's place.

He shouldn't have been at Blenheim.

(Rings)

Hello.

It's Hardinge.

Good morning.

I'm looking for some information on one of the estates I believe you act for.

- Wytham Woods. - Oh, yes?

- And you are? - Morse.

- Detective Chief Inspector Morse. - You've picked a good day for it.

This is Dave Michaels, Head Forester

at Wytham. Dave, this is Chief Inspector Morse.

The wood was acquired by the University

from a Colonel Ffennel.

Two Fs.

He gifted it to them back in '42.

- Is it open to the general public? - If you want to walk on the land,

you're supposed to have a permit.

Not that many of the students bother with such formalities.

It's a popular trysting place with the young.

What if we wanted to search it?

You need to apply to us in writing.

What would you be searching for, exactly?

I can't say at this time.

Well, Wytham's a big place, Chief Inspector.

Whatever you're looking for, if you're to make any headway, you'd need a guide.

Yes, I was going to say, if you've an afternoon free, I'll be happy to take you round.

Right.

That's the lot, sir.

All the material relating to Karen Anderson.

- I didn't realise there'd be this much. - DCI Johnson was quite methodical.

Methodical? Tell me, Lewis,

what, in your infinite wisdom, did you and DCI Johnson make of this?

"Look forward to seeing you here again. M."

It's just a postcard.

Just a postcard?

Well, it didn't figure in the Parnell investigation.

- And this did? - No, it's personal effects,

from her bedsit in Swindon, sir.

What about these?

It was her hobby apparently, taking pictures, according to the landlady.

- It was the landlady reported her missing? - Yeah.

Didn't her parents want anything'?

We never managed to trace any family.

DCI Johnson said we should hold on to all this till after the trial, you know,

in case anybody came forward.

Most of it's statements from motorists.

Motorists?

Well, she went missing

just after Parnell murdered his second couple.

We set up spot checks on all roads leading to places popular with courting couples.

And this was the bag Daley found?

The landlady said she was wearing a neckerchief that color

when she set off for Oxford.

Well, you'd better make a start.

I went through all this stuff at the time, sir.

What is it I'm looking for, exactly?

Something, besides her bag, that connects Karen Anderson to George Daley.

Landed the spadework again, Sergeant?

Must seem like old times.

Hello?

Hello.

I was looking for David Michaels.

He's out in the woods.

I'm Mrs Michaels.

- Do you have any idea when he might be back? - By dark.

Can I give him a message?

Just say that Chief Inspector Morse came by.

He's not done anything wrong, has he?

No, no, nothing like that.

I was wondering if a man called George Daley ever did any work out here.

- What sort of work? - Gardening.

Gardening?

But this is a wood.

Yes. Yes, it's just that er...

it's possible that he may have done some casual work for the Forestry Commission.

Dave's never mentioned him to me.

Why don't you give him a ring? He'll be back tonight.

Yeah. Yes, I'll do that. Thank you.

It's...

It's very nice here.

Suits us.

Certainly got about a bit. Pictures here from all over the country.

- But none of her? - Yeah, just this one.

I also found these. They don't tie directly to Daley, but they're dated.

The camera burned the time on. As far as I can make out,

she was up here twice at least in the three months leading up to her last visit.

- Maybe she had a boyfriend. - Then where are the pictures of him?

Perhaps he was camera-shy.

How did you come to miss these the first time,

given the "methodical" nature of DCI Johnson's investigation?

Well, we had Parnell.

This er...

time device, whatever it is.

You set it each time you take an exposure, is that it?

- No, it's automatic. - Show me how it works.

On what?

On her camera.

We never found the camera, sir.

At the time, we thought Parnell had probably squirrelled it away somewhere.

- Parnell didn't go in for souvenirs. - Well, it wasn't at the bedsit.

It wouldn't be.

Look at the pictures.

She'd never have come up here and left it behind.

It should have been with her.

Her overnight bag.

- No wonder he was cagey. - Sir?

Where did your husband find Karen Anderson's overnight bag, Mrs Daley?

Where he said. Blenheim.

It wasn't the only thing he found, was it?

There was a camera, wasn't there'?

There weren't no name on it.

Nothing to say it was anything to do with her.

Just next to the bag.

He thought, you know...

finders keepers.

LEWIS: Was there any film in it?

He burned it.

We'd promised Philip a camera for his birthday, see, but we were a bit short.

Burning it, a bit extreme.

Why didn't you just throw it away?

We had a coal grate there until last year.

You had a fire going? In the middle of summer?

What do you want?

The truth. I'm trying to find out

who murdered your husband, Mrs Daley.

He had the film developed?

Here.

It's all right, Mum.

MORSE: Her boyfriend, do you think?

I thought you'd ruled out a boyfriend.

Only because there were no pictures of him.

So why didn't he come forward when she went missing?

Why indeed, Lewis?

Do you think this is Oxford?

Oh, it's Oxford all right.

It's preceded, chronologically, by photographs of Merton,

Wadham and Lonsdale,

but where? That's the thing.

- Any others of him? - Yes...

It would appear they went later that afternoon to some woods.

- Blenheim, do you think? - I think Wytham, Lewis.

That's where her body is.

One bunch of trees is much the same as another, isn't it?

Wouldn't we be better off looking for the house that belongs to this garden?

What we should be looking for, Lewis, is this man.

Karen Anderson's murderer.

Good day?

Hey, come here, you. I've missed you.

Mmm.

You've been baking. I can smell it in your hair. You smell good enough to eat.

- You stink of sweat and powder. - I thought you liked that.

- Cath... - When you've washed up.

A policeman came by. Morse.

Oh, him.

You know him?

Yeah, he was at the land registry yesterday.

He wants a look over the woods. I said I'd take him round.

He was asking after a man called Daley.

Daley?

Never heard of him.

Now, what else have you been up to today, then, besides baking?

- Alan, come in. - Hi.

Forensic have got a partial print from inside Anderson's camera.

They're checking it against Philip and George Daley.

- What about the bullet? - Not recovered...yet.

- Morning, sir. - Shouldn't you be out at Blenheim'?

Yes, sir.

- Well, get to it, then. - Sir.

I had a blow-up done.

LEWIS: Looks a bit odd. MORSE: In what way?

The houses, the roof line.

Couldn't really see it on the 5x3s.

But it looks like it's sort of...

- bending in the middle. - Trick of the lens, maybe, or...

I mean, roofs don't bend.

But they do, sir, don't they?

In Park Town.

So, which one is it?

One owned by a man with the initial M, perhaps.

Excuse me, mate.

Local police.

Do you have to do this now? I have a patient waiting.

It'll not take a moment, Mr...

- McBryde. - What is it you do here, Mr McBryde?

I'm an osteopath.

All coming into its own now, isn't it, this alternative New Age medicine?

There's nothing New Age about Osteopathy.

It's one of the most ancient methods of healing known to man.

Yeah, of course. It's only now you're seeing it come onto the box, like.

How long have you lived in Park Town, Mr McBryde?

Two years.

Can you remember where you were on the 24th of July last?

I doubt it. Can you?

If it was a weekday, I'd have been here treating my patients.

Did you ever know a young woman called Karen Anderson?

It doesn't ring a bell.

There's a photograph of her.

- It might help. - No.

- I'm sorry. Who is she? - What about this man?

- I've never seen him before. - How about this one, Mr McBryde?

Slightly better picture.

That was taken here, in your garden, just after two o'clock on the 24th of July last.

On Miss Anderson's camera.

I'd say she stood about here.

And you don't know

either of them?

His name is Dr James Myton.

He'd been a fairly long-term patient.

You see, one gets to talking.

Locker room stuff.

You know what men are like. We erm...

We discovered a mutual interest.

In what?

Photography.

Taking pictures.

Which is how we came to know Karen.

What sort of pictures are we talking about?

- Glamour. - Pornography.

- Erotica. - Semantics, Mr McBryde.

We weren't interested in anything smutty.

Just lingerie.

A bit of top-off work.

We thought it would be something of a wheeze to put together an advert for a model.

So Karen Anderson came to Oxford

that Sunday for a photographic session at your house, is that what you're saying?

Yes.

I didn't realise anything had happened to her until they'd arrested the...

Parnell.

LEWIS: Why didn't you come forward?

Well, you'd got him, hadn't you?

You and Myton decided discretion was the better part of valor.

No, no.

The next session wasn't until the following month,

by which time it had come out she'd been murdered.

Dr Myton and I haven't contacted each other since.

You still have the pictures you took?

No, when I heard what had happened, I...

...got rid of them. It seemed ghoulish to keep them.

MORSE: Was anyone else with you that afternoon, Mr McBryde?

Besides Myton?

No.

Like who?

(Rings doorbell)

Good afternoon, madam.

- Detective Sergeant Lewis, Thames Valley... - Is it Jenny?

You've found something out?

Er, no.

- No... - It's all right, Lynne, darling.

- It's the police, Alan. They've news. - No, no, it's a college matter.

- They've come to see me. - I thought...

No. I know, darling, I know.

- I'm sorry, Alan. - It's all right now.

Why don't you make us some tea?

Come in.

Sorry about that.

Your wife's expecting a visit from the police, is it, sir?

My wife, I'm afraid, is always expecting a visit from the police, Sergeant.

It's er...

Jenny, you see? She was...

our daughter.

We lost her.

I'm sorry.

Knocked off her bike,

coming down Cumnor Hill, hit-and-run.

My wife Lynne...

Well, you saw.

Could we...

I mean, I'm sorry, but can we talk about something else?

I find it very difficult.

What time did you get into college yesterday morning?

What time did I?

About midday.

- And before that? - I went shopping.

With Claire. Mrs Osborne.

She helps me out with Lynne.

I'm afraid I'm not very good with...

- day-to-day things. - Did you know Mr Daley outside work, Doctor?

- No. - You're sure?

Town and gown, Chief Inspector.

You can't imagine we mixed in the same circles.

What about a young woman named Karen Anderson?

- Did you know her? - Who?

What about this man?

- Never seen him before. - You do know Seckham Crescent, though?

In Park Town?

Mr Alisdair McBryde? He was treating you for sciatica.

(Door opens)

Can you help us with that,

- Dr Hardinge? - That's fine, darling.

That's fine. We'll help ourselves.

Thank you.

That was cheap.

I'm not interested in the rights and wrongs of a group of men taking...

�glamour� pictures, Dr Hardinge.

My concern lies with Karen Anderson's murder.

But she was murdered by Parnell, wasn't she?

Mr McBryde said you left Seckham Crescent that afternoon with Karen

and this man, a Dr Myton.

Where did you go?

Myton gave me a lift into town.

They went on to the station, I suppose.

- Myton usually dropped her off. - They went to Wytham Woods.

Wytham, really? Well...

It's likely they'd been there before. Did you go with them?

No, never.

Look, I'm not proud of what I did, but I just...

I mean, you can understand. With Lynne. I couldn't come forward.

The one thing Mr McBryde couldn't provide us with, Dr Hardinge, was an address

for the good Dr Myton, but he thought you might know.

Do excuse the...

tenants.

They're a law unto themselves.

MORSE: Do you know what Dr Myton was doing in Oxford?

He was over from South Africa,

undertaking some research at one of the colleges, I believe.

- How long was his let? - Until Christmas.

- He went back to South Africa? - In the August, yes.

It's a furnished flat, as you can see.

He left four months before the end of his let.

Did he leave a forwarding address'?

No, just paid all his bills up until the end of the year and went.

Are you looking yourself?

Property, that is.

No. No, no...

Sir.

Ah, yes. The pictures.

There are quite a number of them.

We thought he might get in touch to have them sent on.

These are Dr Myton's, then?

Oh, yes, Lewis.

They're Myton's.

- You think M stands for Myton? - Don't you?

- But why Wytham Woods? - "I look forward to seeing you here again."

Where do you think "here" was?

Oxford, obviously.

Did any of you ever consider that what was on the front of the card

was as important as what was on the back?

It's just a picture.

- "The Woodman's Daughter" by... - Millais- It's pronounced Millais.

One of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood.

- So? - Unlike some,

Millais was minutely accurate

in his research.

I had a feeling there was an Oxford connection to "The Woodman's Daughter",

so I got hold of a book on the Pre-Raphaelites.

What's that got to do with "here"?

I quote,

"Mrs Joanna Matthews, a friend of the artist, wrote in her diary of 1850

that Millais was hard at work painting the background of his picture from nature."

In Wytham Woods.

- Search them? - As soon as possible.

What's this? Just you, Lewis, and a metal detector, is it'?

The Chief Constable won't wear an operation this size.

I've thought of that, sir. I propose we draft in a contingent of specials.

Wytham's one hell of a ricochet for your Blenheim bullet, isn't it?

We're not looking for the bullet, sir. We're looking for Karen Anderson.

If we find her body in Wytham, we can discount Parnell's story

about dumping her in Blenheim Lake

once and for all.

This had better be about something besides you proving Johnson wrong.

Karen Anderson came to Oxford to pose for pornographic pictures.

After the session, James Myton, one of three men present, left to put her on the train home.

We have photographs of him taken in Wytham that afternoon on Karen Anderson's camera.

How does that fit in with Daley?

Rather than simply finding the bag,

I think Daley saw Myton dump it.

- You mean Daley was blackmailing him? - I believe so.

Well, he left it a bit late in the day to do something about it, didn't he?

The girl was killed a year ago. Why shoot Daley now?

Parnell's death

would have left only Myton and Daley

who knew the truth.

- Perhaps Daley got greedy... - If I didn't know better, I'd say you were busking.

I may not have all the answers yet, sir, but I'm close.

Well, you'd better be.

The Chief Constable doesn't like you sniffing round the Parnell case.

Meaning?

He wants to put Johnson back at the helm.

You make a pills of this, I might not be able lo stop him.

What was it put you onto Wytham

- in the first place? - A painting, sir.

A painting.

You'd better walk out of the woods with something more than a shovel in your hand

or you'll be the laughing stock here.

- It won't be the first time. - No, but it might just be the last.

(Bell rings)

- I was just locking up. - I came to return your book.

You might have told me you were a policeman.

I didn't want to put you off.

You didn't come to the bookshop by accident that first time, did you?

- No. - Why , then?

To see you again.

Alan said you were clever.

- Well... - He also said you were cheap.

Did he?

He probably meant shrewd.

Words aren't Alan's strong suit.

You've come to ask if I was with him the day that wretched Daley fellow was shot?

Were you?

Yes.

Alan's not really terribly practical, and...

- ...with Lynne... - It must be difficult.

For both of you.?

I'll let you get on.

Did...

Did you mean that?

About wanting to see me again'?

Yeah, I would have, but...

The wedding ring.

It's to ward off unwanted admirers.

- Of which I am sure there are many. - I'm not doing anything tonight.

I'm sorry, I can't. Early start.

- Oh, well... - But tomorrow.

MORSE: So you think there's a lot of it we can discount, then?

MICHAELS: And a fair bit you can't.

She's been out here a year, you say?

I shouldn't hold out too much hope.

Shouldn't think there'd be too much of her to find.

No, this is a chap called James Myton.

Are you sure? You haven't seen him anywhere round the woods'?

He done this a year ago? Killed this girl?

Yep.

Well, we've only been married five months.

I mean, I shouldn't think he's been back, would you?

No, probably not.

It's a nice place you've got here.

- Peaceful. - Not for much longer, though.

LEWIS: I shouldn't think you'll even notice we're here.

Go on!

(Gunshot)

It's only a gun, Sergeant.

Some of the tenants have shotgun rights.

Out after rabbit and pigeon.

- Do you shoot? - No.

I can't say I'm mad keen on guns.

- They have a nasty habit of going off. - It's just a tool.

- Couldn't get my job done without them. - ls that right? I didn't see...

Oh, no, I keep them in the gun cabinet.

You can't leave them lying about

- when there's kids around. - Kids?

Oh, yeah, Cath's er...

- expecting. - Oh, congratulations.

Thanks.

Yeah, I thought I'd better start getting in good habits.

- No luck, then? - No, not yet.

RADIO: Renton to Base.

Renton to Base.

- Morse. - I think you'd better come out, sir.

Not one of our designated search areas, sir.

Right, come on!

It was one of the dogs picked it up. Going spare, he was.

- Get the covers over here- Now! - Over this way.

It's her neckerchief, sir.

We've found her, Lewis.

We've found her.

What am I supposed to do, exactly?

Put her together, tell me how she died.

I shouldn't think there's ten per cent of the skeleton there.

Animals will have dispersed the rest over a wide area.

We'll start again at first light, see what else we can dig up.

- It'll take some time. - I don't care how long it takes.

Something happened here, Doctor. I need to know what.

Better get onto the South African embassy. See if he did go home last September.

And the Met. Start circulating his picture.

If Myton killed Daley, he could still be in the country.

Do you think he's gone to London?

Sinkpot of the Empire, Lewis.

As good a place to start as any.

What about his car?

I mean, if we could trace that.

Johnson set up some sort of road spot check, didn't he?

But that was before we knew Karen Anderson had disappeared.

Well, that's my point. It's long odds, I know.

But I wonder if Myton could have been one of the drivers they stopped and questioned.

There were thousands stopped, sir.

You don't have to sort them out right away.

Tomorrow morning will do.

- Thanks, mate. - Cheers.

- That's the last, then. - Till tomorrow.

It'll be over soon.

The place will never be the same.

They've ruined it.

New beginnings, Cath, eh?

For all of us.

Somewhere bigger.

For the kid.

Everything will be fine.

Come on.

Have you always been a policeman?

I suppose so.

You must be good at it.

Chief Inspector. That's quite senior, isn't it?

Six ranks below Chief Constable.

- Well. - And three above a beat officer.

Oh.

That's one rung up the ladder for every ten years.

Hardly a meteoric rise.

There's talk of my rank being phased out altogether.

- Phased out? - In an effort to streamline the service.

When I joined, we spoke of victims and criminals.

Now, it's... Well, everyone is a potential customer.

It can't be as bad as all that, surely?

Once upon a time, we solved crime with a brain and a notebook.

These days, it's pie charts and laptops.

The romance has gone.

Romance?

Can you see Holmes and Moriarty plunging over the Reichenbach Falls these days?

But he was an amateur, though, wasn't he?

The fact remains...today,

the area would be sealed off

and surrounded by firearms officers while a hostage negotiator was sent for.

What will you do?

Go on to the end, like any dinosaur.

And when I have outlived my usefulness, I will be...

...phased out.

And then?

I've never thought about it. I'm not the retiring type.

Shy, perhaps,

but not retiring.

Are you still here, Sergeant Lewis?

In body, sir.

Well, I'd knock it off if I were you.

I'll give it another hour.

Where's Chief Inspector Morse?

Pursuing inquiries.

- You mean he's in the pub'? - No. No, sir, he's...

He's on the case.

All right.

Good night, then, Sergeant.

Good night, sir.

- Thank you. It was a lovely evening. - Thank you-

Perhaps...

You've got my number.

Good night.

Morning.

Morning, Lewis. How are you getting on with the traffic spot checks?

It's a bit like cycling to Pluto, sir, to be honest.

I've picked up a few who said they were on their way out to Wytham.

- But not Myton? - No.

Hardly progress, is it?

Well, I won't hold you up any further.

I suppose the South African embassy slipped your mind, did it?

No. I was onto them first thing, actually.

They're going to get back to me.

Where will you be, if anything comes through?

Blenheim. Why don't you meet me in Woodstock for lunch?

You can apprise me of any developments then.

Granted that Mr Daley should have been at Lonsdale, Mr Williams,

would he normally have been here on a normal day at ten o'clock?

No.

George had a fancy for some bit of stuff down the garage he uses.

Well, he'd stop off there on his way in and give her a bit of chat, like.

We wouldn't see him here before...

11 o'clock most days.

So, that morning, he was early?

Did you see this man here at all that day?

I don't remember seeing him on the grounds.

Would you have noticed him at all, if he had been here?

He ain't staff and he ain't tenant.

He'd have stuck out like a sore thumb.

Why is that?

We don't open to the public till 11.

LEWIS: Morning, sir.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Do you know where I can get a hold of those Woodstock Road stop checks

from the week of the 24th?

Place for everything, Sergeant.

- Thanks. - This isn't white man's work.

Well, someone's got to do it.

Well, you're better than this, though.

Listen, I hear through the bush telegraph that my superintendency's gone ahead, Regional Crime.

I could use a good inspector.

Oh! Well, thanks very much...

Well, don't make any snap decisions about it. I know you have loyalties.

But you owe it to yourself to consider it.

You don't want to end your days a bitter old sweat DS, do you'?

- I mean, think about it. - Well...

Good man, good man.

There you go.

Bit cloudy.

- Is it? - Didn't you notice'?

No.

Do you want me to change it for you?

No... No, it's just the bottom of the barrel, I expect.

Check, though, will you, next time?

I'll be sure to.

How are you getting on with your traffic reports?

I reckon I've done about ten per cent.

You're not on piecework, Lewis.

Well, it is just me that's going through them.

I appreciate that, but there is some urgency. We are looking for a murderer.

- Maybe I should be getting back, then. - You haven't finished your drink.

I've missed enough lunches on this case. One more won't count.

But it's your round.

That was my round.

- Well, if you're going to quibble... - You just lose interest, don't you?

Once it's cracked,

once the puzzle's solved, you just sit back and leave all the tidying-up to me.

It's called a division of labor, Lewis.

- I provide the brains... - And I'm left saddled with the donkey-work, aye.

Well, after the Lord Mayor's show...

- Oh, thanks very much! - No, I didn't mean it like that.

I'm a detective, but I leave the policing to you.

It's what you're good at. The details.

Sorry, Chief Inspector,

but so far, all that's arrived looks to be right foot, shoulder blade and left tibia.

- There's nothing you can tell me from that? - Beyond that she took a size 6 shoe, no.

I'm afraid I'm stuck till anything else arrives.

- But you'll let me know as soon as? - Of course.

- Morse. - Martin, I'm sorry. I'm running a bit behind.

Just give me five minutes to pick up my bag and powder my nose.

No need to dress up, it's only The Trout.

I understand congratulations are in order?

All from a postcard.

Shame I won't be around much longer for you to crow over.

Leaving us?

Onward and upward, Morse.

Transfer to Regional Crime.

- Congratulations. - If it's all the same with you,

I'd rather you didn't sign my leaving card. We never did like one another.

You may fool Strange, but I see exactly what you are.

The worst kind of bloody amateur.

- I just got the breaks. - Don't play the white man with me, Morse.

You made mistakes. Once you had Parnell,

and he confessed,

You stopped looking.

If anyone made a fool of you, it was him.

Not me.

Lewis, what are you doing here?

I've got something, sir. A car, stopped on the Wytham Road on the 25th.

The day after Karen Anderson disappeared.

Myton?

Oh, no, sir. Not Myton.

This is a surprise.

They said at Lonsdale he'd gone home. ls he here?

Chief Inspector.

I think you might prefer to talk to us in Mrs Osborne's absence, Doctor.

What?

Morse, what is it? What's wrong?

Dr Hardinge?

- This is ridiculous- I'm staying where I am. - I've no secrets from Claire.

As you wish.

Myton didn't drop you off in the town on the 24th, did he?

You went to Wytham Woods.

- With him and Karen Anderson. - What? No.

Don't lie to me, Dr Hardinge.

You were stopped and questioned by police on the Wytham Road the 25th, the day after.

I was just on the road on my way to...

You told them you were on your way to Wytham Woods. Why did you go back there?

To bury Karen Anderson?

I'd hardly say I was going there if it was to do that.

- Why did you go back? - You can't prove I went there.

I can prove you were one of McBryde's camera club.

- I said you were cheap. - Would you prefer Sergeant Lewis

to caution you and then we can continue at the station?

That won't be necessary.

Myton didn't give me a lift.

I followed him in my own car.

I took some photographs and then I left.

Myton made it pretty clear he wanted to be alone with her.

- And what did you do? - I drove home.

When I got back, I realised I'd lost one of my camera lenses.

It was too dark to go and look for it, so I went back the next day, which is when I was stopped.

It's true, Morse. He did go back. I went with him.

There's no record of you being in the car, Mrs Osborne.

That's an oversight on the part of the policeman who stopped us.

No, I'm afraid not. You see, if you had been in the car,

then Dr Hardinge wouldn't have been stopped.

- We were only stopping men traveling alone. - Did you also lie

about being with Dr Hardinge the morning George Daley was shot,

- Mrs Osborne? - We went shopping.

Where?

Which shops exactly?

What did you buy? Did you pay by cash or credit card?

- Stop it! - Where were you, Dr Hardinge?

Where he's been every Tuesday since January.

With her.

At the Marlborough Hotel

on the Woodstock Road.

- Lynne. .. - It's all right.

There had to be someone.

If it hadn't been you,

then it would have been a stranger.

Poor Alan.

Well?

You'll find us in the register.

As Mr and Mrs Nash.

Well, I'm glad to see you observed the social niceties of adultery.

Don't dare presume to judge us!

- Have you any idea-- LYNNE: I'd like you to leave my house,

Chief Inspector.

You have no further business here.

We will check.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

Someone is always sorry.

- I want to know when they booked in... (Mobile rings)...

- ...booked out, if they had room service. - Right, sir.

Sergeant Lewis.

Yep. It's for you, sir. Dr Hobson.

Morse.

Can't you tell me now over the phone?

The bones have been pretty well scattered by animals, but we recovered 70% of the skeleton.

As you can see.

Pelvis and right femur have been found.

Came in within the hour.

Do you know how she died?

It's not a she.

- What? - It's a man.

- It can't be. - lncontestable, I'm afraid.

Mid-30s, Caucasian,

about 5'6".

Slim-built. Brachycephalic and fair-haired.

How did he die'?

Er, just take a look at the skull.

Orbital ridges and forehead all but gone.

That was never done by an animal.

Someone bashed his face in.

They also found a watch. It's been sent to Forensic for examination.

But I did hear that it was engraved - JM.

Does that mean anything to you?

? Dem bones, dem bones gonna walk around

? Dem bones, dem bones gonna walk around

Your main objection to Parnell being Karen Anderson's murderer was that she was single.

No boyfriend.

But Myton wasn't her boyfriend, sir. Not in the proper sense.

Parnell didn't have proper sense, did he?

The way the Chief Constable reads it, and I can't say I disagree with him,

is that Parnell comes upon them, the girl in the altogether most like,

and the fellow...

We can't rule out any funny business, can we?

No.

I'm sorry, but all you've done is go round the world to prove Johnson was right.

Parnell murdered Karen Anderson.

If that's so, sir,

who killed George Daley?

That's no longer your problem.

I'm reassigning the investigation to Johnson.

Johnson!

Chief Constable's orders.

It's not the way I would have wanted it, but there it is.

You're off the case.

LEWIS: This can wait, sir, surely?

He has just buried his father, for God's sake.

Well, I think there's enough bloody grass grown, Sergeant Lewis, don't you?

God Almighty.

You've got a bloody nerve.

Came to offer my condolences, that's all.

This isn't your investigation any more.

Let's have him, Sergeant.

Just do it, man!

Him?

Philip?

Murder isn't about postcards and tarts in ivory towers, Morse.

It's about inadequate, stupid people

doing inadequate, stupid things. You're too much of a snob

- to see it. - I lack your flair for the grotesque, certainly.

Arresting him at his father's wake!

If you'd done your homework, you'd have known the boy had form.

A bit of juvenile car crime?

Robbery think he was involved in rolling over two farmhouses out at Cowley.

A .243 rifle was stolen from one of them. Get the picture?

Oi! Do you want us to do our job or do you want to be taken in

- for breach of the peace? - Do what?

Excuse me.

It's all right, Mum.

- I'll be all right. - I'll come with you.

No, you stay here. I'll be all right.

Philip! Philip!

What's going on? Why are you taking him in?

They think he shot his father.

It's not true, I know. But for me to prove that,

I need your help.

He collected everything.

About the murders.

He was obsessed by it.

By that girl whose bag he found.

He had pictures.

- Of Karen Anderson? - Off of her film.

He didn't think I knew but I did.

Out in the woods in her birthday suit.

You should have given them to me with the rest.

And let the whole world know he'd rather look at some little scrubber than his wife?

Could I see them?

I really did burn them this time.

I loved him, you know, once.

When we were married, he was a catch.

I wasn't going to do any better.

All the girls fancied him rotten, and George, he fancied them right back.

He didn't keep it to just fancying, though, did he?

You put up with some things, don't you?

Close your eyes to it.

But...

Mrs Daley,

I need to try and trace his movements over the last few days before the shooting.

Can you remember if he did anything out of the ordinary?

Any break in his routine?

No.

The day you come,

he went off to Blenheim for work in the morning.

Came home. You came round, then he went out again.

Where did he go?

Ah, Lewis. I wondered...

Sorry, sir. DCI Johnson's waiting.

- To resume the interview. - It's important.

Well?

Were there any petrol receipts found on George Daley's body?

- Or in the van? - Petrol receipts?

He could claim back his petrol.

Everything was cleared out of his van, bagged and tagged.

What do you want his receipts for?

I want to find out which garage he used.

Well, where he bought his petrol's academic, surely? We've got Philip in the interview room.

According to Mrs Daley, her husband went out the night before he was shot to fill up the van.

The gatekeeper at Blenheim says he used to get petrol on his way to work in the morning.

At the same garage.

There was some cashier he used to flirt with, apparently.

So you don't think he went to the garage that evening?

If he filled up in the morning, there was no need to go out again in the evening.

So, where do you think he went?

I think he went to Wytham Woods.

Wytham. . .!

- For God's sake, man! - She's still out there, Lewis.

We found Myton but not the girl.

There's no-one there but Mr and Mrs Michaels. Why should Daley want to see them'?

- He didn't go to meet them. - Well, who, then?

Who was the last person to see Myton and Karen Anderson alive,

in Wytham Woods?

Hardinge? Oh, no?

I'm sorry, sir. I've gone along with this, but you know...

First, Daley's the murderer, then he shows up dead.

Then it was Myton, now Hardinge.

- You know, enough's enough. - Daley knew Hardinge.

If Hardinge had dumped the bag at Blenheim and Daley saw him...

You won't have it that Johnson and me got it right first time, will you?

It was Parnell killed Myton. And the girl.

Did Daley have any petrol receipts?

You're no longer involved in this investigation, sir.

You got it wrong.

You're about to get it wrong again.

I got it right!

That's what you can't stomach.

This was never about Johnson.

This is about you and me.

- You and me? - Yes.

I've proved myself a decent detective.

But you're such a bloody arrogant,

self-centered bastard,

you'd rather die than ever admit it!

I once thought you'd make a decent detective, Lewis.

Given the right encouragement.

But it seems you have neither the wit nor the imagination.

In that respect, you and Johnson are a welt-matched pair.

Well, perhaps it's just as well I'm leaving, then, isn't it?

What?

Johnson's offered me a place in his Regional Crime squad. I've accepted. It means rank now.

I don't want to end my days as a bitter old sweat DS.

Well...

As you say, perhaps it's time to go. Congratulations.

But be careful what you wish for.

How's that?

There's always a price to pay, Lewis.

Always.

When you and Johnson are snugly installed at Regional Crime,

you might ponder how, when he'd been six foot under since July,

Myton was able to pay off his bills in August!

Seek and ye shall find.

I need to know if he came in here that evening.

Sorry, mate, I couldn't tell you. I wasn't on that day, you see?

You have security film, though.

We reuse these about every seven days, usually.

But you're lucky. Because if you'd have come tomorrow,

it'd have been gone over.

Johnson: You wanted to kill him, Philip, didn't you?

No.

- Why were you late for school? - I missed the bus. I had to walk.

No, no, you cycled out to Blenheim and shot him.

- No. - Where's the rifle?

- What rifle? - The one you nicked from Chedborough Farm.

- I don't know what you're on about. - Why did you do it?

- I didn't! - You're close to your mum'?

Was that it?

Knocking her about a bit, was he?

- No. - On your case? Nagging'? "Don't do that."

- My dad was like that. - He had a lot to put up with.

Lip me, Philip, and I'll bounce you off the walls.

The boy thinks he's a comedian, Bob.

Can I have a word, sir?

Hm?

A word, please. Now.

That was an assault just took place in there.

Big boys' rules. I thought I could stand on you.

Yeah, but he's not Parnell. He's a kid.

- He murdered his father. I can crack him. - We're on the wrong track.

- What do you mean, the wrong track? - It's Myton, sir.

- Myton's bills. - Myton...

Who's this talking? Morse?

Look, in August, he pays his let and all his bills off right through to the end of the year.

So?

It would have been damn difficult, given that he was dead from the end of July.

Someone went out of their way to give the impression that James Myton was still alive.

I think it's time we found out who.

Come back here,

Sergeant.

Oh, Sergeant Lewis. You're here on Chief Inspector Morse's behalf, I take it?

- Chief Inspector Morse? - He called earlier,

asking us to look into how Dr Myton settled his account.

It took us some time to find.

But it appears the sum was paid

on his behalf by a friend.

The name on the letter says McBryde.

McBryde?

Indeed. But the check was drawn against an account in a different name.

Excuse me!

Hello?

Yeah?

Is this time code accurate?

Yeah.

The bloke you're looking for was meant to be in in the evening, wasn't he?

George Daley came to see you the night before he was shot, didn't he?

No.

How much did he ask for to keep his mouth shut?

- I don't know what you mean. - He was blackmailing you.

- No, why would he? - He saw you dump Karen Anderson's bag.

You wanted something more that afternoon than just poses, didn't you?

No, no...

Was she broad-minded but not that broad-minded?

- What happened at Wytham Woods? - You tell me, Chief Inspector.

Karen Anderson went to Wytham Woods with James Myton to have sex.

You felt slighted, jealous,

- angry. - Don't judge me by your own inadequacies.

- You fought with him over her. - No.

You hit him over the head with a stone and went on hitting him, the only way you could have her.

- I left them alive and well. - You didn't go back to get your camera lens.

You went back to bury the bodies.

- It wasn't like that! - What was it like?

When I went back,

I found Myton lying there.

You can't imagine...

So much blood.

So much...

His face was...

..was gone.

I'd just been stopped by the police looking for the Lovers' Lane Killer.

He could have been there, watching me.

I got out of there as fast as I could.

I don't believe you.

Then charge me.

- Where's Lewis? - He's gone home. What do you want him for?

The man you're looking for is the bursar of Lonsdale, Dr Alan Hardinge.

- Daley was blackmailing him. - You're like a broken record.

Does the name Steven Parnell ring any bells with you?

Listen, Johnson, I'm giving you and Lewis a chance to redeem your reputations.

The night before he was shot, Daley had a meeting with Hardinge to discuss terms.

Well, go on.

The next morning, he drove out somewhere

and met with Hardinge to collect his money.

Hardinge shot him.

Daley was found at Blenheim, Morse.

But it's not where he was shot.

That's why we've never found the bullet.

The gatekeeper saw him arrive.

The gatekeeper saw Daley's van arrive.

It drove in behind a tractor.

But Hardinge was at the wheel wearing Daley's hat and coat.

I thought Lewis's variation on a theme was stupid but I have to hand it to you.

- You've trumped it. - Lewis's variation?

Well, you think it's Hardinge. He thinks it's Michaels.

What?

Some bloody check or other.

I thought Bob had a bit more between his ears, but it turns out he's as big a fool as you are.

Detective Sergeant Lewis is nobody's fool, Johnson, least of all yours.

Good evening, Mrs Lewis. This is Chief Inspector Morse. ls Sergeant Lewis there?

I see.

All right.

Well, could you ask him to call me as soon as he gets home?

Thank you.

Good God.

(Knock on door) - Fax just came through

for you and Sergeant Lewis. Result on the print lifted from Anderson's camera.

Girl called Kate Burns.

Shot her father when she was 15.

Served seven years, first in a young offenders' unit,

later at Cookham Wood.

Give me that.

Get hold of Lewis.

Have him meet me at the Michaels' cottage.

- He's already left, sir. - Yes, I know that, Renton.

But he only lives 20 minutes away. He should be home any moment...

I meant he's already left for the Michaels'.

He's gone to Wytham Wood.

.243, is it, sir?

What is it you want it for, then?

Routine, Mr Michaels.

Just the one, sir?

Just the one.

- Has it been fired recently? - Of course it has. I use it for work.

It's definitely the only one you've got, sir?

Are you calling me a liar, Sergeant?

Not while you've got a gun in your hand, sir, no.

I hope you're not going to hold on to it too long, Sergeant. I do need it for work.

Of course, sir. We'll get it back to you as soon as we can.

Well, if that's all, then?

There was just one last thing.

Yes?

You paid off James Myton's bills, Mr Michaels.

Why was that?

Why would you want to give the impression he was alive

long after he was dead?

Unless you killed him.

I didn't.

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

You killed them both, didn't you?

Myton and Karen Anderson.

Look, mate, I've played a straight bat with you.

You dumped Karen Anderson's bag at Blenheim to frame Steven Parnell.

But George Daley

saw you, didn't he?

I don't know anyone called Daley.

- You don't know what you're talking about. (Gun barrel cocked)

- No, Cath. - He knows.

- Mrs Michaels? - No, he don't. He's just...

- He knows. - Cath, don't. Please.

- I'm not going back. - Mrs Michaels,

I don't know what you think, but that won't solve anything.

- Shut up! - Give me the gun, Cath!

It's over. Not him. Look, Myton, you had to.

They'll understand that. He tried to rape her.

It was self-defense.

You're Karen Anderson?

I found her in the woods after.

I brought her home.

It was me buried Myton. I dumped the bag, too.

Hey, look...

Come on, Cath.

I was there for you then, wasn't I?

- I'll be there for you now. - Where were you when Daley came?

Daley?

What? You know this bloke?

He saw me at the garage when I went to get petrol.

Where were you then?

Where were you when Daley came round here?

He came here?

- What did he want? - What do any of you want?

I said you were due home.

That he should come back in the morning.

You killed him.

He was standing right where you are now.

I didn't think I'd ever get him back in the van.

Heavy.

Dead weight.

Oh, no, Cath, no.

- I had to, don't you see? For us. - Oh, my love.

What have you done?

You've got to help me now, Dave.

No, Cath.

No, I can't. Not him.

I'm not going back inside!

Just...just give me the gun, eh, love?

I'm not going back.

Think... Think what we've got. Don't throw that away. Think about our baby.

There is no baby!

Come on, Cath. I've looked after you, haven't I? I'll look after you now.

- Turn around. - Look, we've got to--

We've got to go with him, Cath. Just...

- Give me the gun. - Turn around!

- Cath, think of our baby! - There is no baby!

Pick him up.

Move.

Get in.

You're driving.

Oh, no.

Lewis.

Lewis!

(Lewis groans with effort)

You need help.

Help? I've had enough help

- for one lifetime. - Mrs Michaels...

Just dig and keep your mouth shut!

(Clink of shovel)

All right, that's enough.

Put him in.

Turn round.

I've got a family.

Wife and kids. For God's sake.

Turn around!

- Have it your own way. - Kate!

Kate?

It's finished.

- Sir! - Shut up!

It's all right, Lewis.

- Listen, Kate... - Kate's dead!

Daddy killed her.

He called it love.

Daddy's special love.

He wanted it to be our secret.

"Don't tell Mum, Kate."

I was ten first time.

Myton tried to rape you, didn't he?

It's what you all want.

You're like pigs at the trough.

You're not happy looking, you've got to touch!

Did David Michaels never ask you for anything?

He would have let me go back.

Myton...

-..would have been self-defense. - Who'd have believed me?

I'd already killed Dad.

I couldn't go back there.

- Give me the gun. - She's fired...

- Shut up! - Look at me, Kate!

- It's over. - I'm not going back.

Then you'd better shoot me.

Do it. Do it.

- Do it! - No!

I thought I'd feel something.

Anything.

You can...

feel too much, you know?

I should feel something.

I killed her.

She couldn't have gone back.

It's probably better this way.

Better?

She's at peace now.

The glass is always half-full to you, isn't it, Lewis?

If you can meet with triumph and disaster, sir,

and treat those two imposters just the same.

Kipling.

No, All England Lawn Tennis Association, sir.

It's written up above the players' entrance, Center Court.

So it is.

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