All language subtitles for S08E02.The.Daughters.of.Cain

Brenda!

How many times have I told you?
Cigarettes can kill.

Oh, Mrs Stevens.

What did he say?

Now, Brenda, I was quite prepared
for it and so should you have been.

Come on, blow your nose.

No-one should mind dying.

It's a perfectly natural process.

The only thing one should mind
is what one's done with one's life.

Whether one's used it properly.
Fulfilled oneself.

I've still got time to make a mark.

The question is, what
mark and where?

There's the man I want.

Oh, Lord, what have I done now, Felix?

You've done very well.
That's just the point.

I hope you've brought your checkbook.

Yes, the library. Renovation work.
Very expensive, really.

Good evening, Ned.

How are you keeping?
Very well, thank you.

President, you've heard me talk
about Michael Mansell?

Oh, yes, indeed! How do you do?

I put you next to me.
I hope that won't be too boring.

Come along, now.

Morse.

Yes.

Oh, I see.

How can I help you?

We all take for granted that
Oxford is the greatest university in the world.

ALL: Hear! Hear!
Of course we acknowledge

the existence of another place
somewhere over in East Anglia...

But Cambridge was founded by Oxford men.

Quite so!

There is, however, another
Cambridge. Cambridge, Massachusetts.

Are you telling me that the
college is so broke

that it's getting its undergraduates
to ring up old members

using their Christian names?!

Because if Lonsdale is reduced to
selling itself like double glazing,

good night!

It's more and more to Harvard and Yale,

(AMERICAN ACCENT) Berkeley and Stanford,

that the great scholars of
our time are attracted.

Because these universities are very rich.

And we are, relatively, very poor.

Oxford, in fact, is looking more and more
like an ancient, down-at-heel uncle.

Someone in an old and
none-too-clean cardigan,

whom you ask to Christmas dinner
simply for old times' sake.

Someone rather like me, in fact.

Oi, where've you been?
- Mrs Stevens. She's not very well.

That's all for today.

And don't forget your Macbeth revision.
All right?

"Stand not upon the order of your
going but go at once."

Quietly.

Quietly, I said!

I'm so glad they let you out again, Kevin.

I hope you're planning
to stay out this time.

May we at least have the
pleasure of your company

until the end of the term?
You can have it any time you like.

Kevin...you really are...

Happy birthday.

And many more of 'em.

Are you all right?

Yes. Yes. I...

It's just 5E.

I find you a bit of a
blasted heath, frankly.

Walk you home if you like.

When I need your help,
I'll let you know, Kevin.

Oh, Brenda...

You shouldn't have.

But I'm glad you did.

Ooh.

The happy birthday's not
very good, I'm afraid.

I gave my wrist a bit of a bang

and I couldn't get a really good
grip on the bag.

Oh, wish!

You must wish.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Let's just enjoy the cake, shall we?

Come on, sit down.
Thank you.

There you are.

Mm. Delicious.

Now, Brenda,

when you say you gave your wrist a bang,

what precisely do you mean?

Have we got a name for him?

Yeah, Felix McClure.

Morning, Doctor.

Morning, Sergeant. Morse here?
Not yet.

Leaving it all to you, as usual.
Very wise.

Mind the footprints.
First door on the right. Thank you.

Jim, when you've finished,
get them to search these shrubs.

I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.

He's been a sergeant
so long he'll lose heart.

Listen, matey, I'll soon be losing
bloody heart myself!

These management consultants
they brought in,

they're practically teenagers some of them.

They don't know anything about policing.

"Resource allocation," they say.

And downsizing. Downsizing!

I've never heard such
language in all my life.

They don't want to
downsize you, sir...surely?

Here.

Look at that.

Proposals for the reduction of the
ratio of senior to junior ranks.

They're doing away with chiefs,
that's what it means!

Leveling us all down.

I told the Chief Constable
that's not why I vote Conservative.

Does it mean he'll be reduced
to a plain Constable, sir?

It means the last thing I need at
the moment is a university murder.

Anything to do with dons.

They will keep coming up with bright ideas.

It takes twice as long to clear up,
and costs twice as much.

So get on with it, Morse.

Oh, and go easy on Forensic.
The costs have shot up now they're charging.

And what do I tell Lewis?

Tell him I'm very sorry, but for the
time being all promotion is frozen.

Morning, sir.

Morning, Lewis. What's all this?

The murderer wore trainers.

Walked off leaving a trail of
Dr McClure's blood.

We've got some very good
prints indoors. Size 10.

Must be a man.

Reckon so.
We lose them on the gravel out here.

Had a car, I suppose. Or a bike.

I've got a search going for the weapon.

Very good, Lewis.

Who else lives here?

The couple in No.1 are on holiday.

Newlyweds in No.2.
They didn't get up until one o'clock.

"Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,

But to be in bed was very heaven."

Yes, sir.

No.3 was empty.

There's an unmarried couple in No.4.

They were painting the living
room with the radio on.

And the lady in there, she saw
Dr McClure come in with his Sunday papers

around 9:30.
Does she sit there all day?

Yes, sir.

Ah, Morse. At last.

We'd like to get the
body to the lab, please.

Anything I need to know?

It's time you had a haircut.

And that tie doesn't go
at all with that jacket.

You're looking for a knife.

Four to five inches long with a
broadish blade.

But quite blunt.

Look at that laceration.
It took more than ordinary force to break the skin.

A man, then.

What a typically male conclusion.

Come on!

You said... Women can do
anything...if roused enough.

Hell hath no fury, eh?

All right, then, Lewis.

OK, lads.
Lived alone, did he?

Yes, sir. Divorced. No children.

But the lady upstairs says he has a
frequent female visitor. Young.

Comes and goes by taxi.

And I found these in his bedside drawer.

Too young for you, Morse.

Who says?

Your doctor.

Cottage cheese and salad.

What kind of dinner is
that for a working man?

Well, you're not working now, Ted.

You've got to rest.

I'm not stopping here.
Not if I don't get decent grub.

The doctor said. With
your heart like it is...

I know what the bloody doctor said!

I've got to get back on the job
as soon as possible.

I'll leave you to your dinner, then.

You tell that sister on your way
out, I want proper tea.

Thank you, Mrs Stevens.

Well?

He wants to come home.

Of course. He can't bash
you about in there.

Suffering is supposed to improve
people, but it rarely does.

Rather the opposite.

When my husband thought he was
suffering, he took it out on me.

That's why I've got this.

Lucky for him he went to New Zealand
or he'd get the back of my hand now.

Mrs Stevens...

It...

No, it's not your business.

You...

I'm waiting, Brenda.

Come on.

No, if ever a man deserved
full academic honors...

Distinguished ancient historian, I believe.

The plague in Athens and its effect
on the Peloponnesian War.

Absolutely the last word.

Yes. Yes. Absolutely.

Felix's worth to the college wasn't
just his scholarship, it was...

keeping all this standing.

And students and dons in it.

Books.

Do you know how much
academic books cost these days?

Not to mention CD-ROMs.

Nor did I till I came back here.

I spent 20 innocent years in the City.

That's why when the college was
looking for a new President

to launch a new appeal...

They wanted a man who knew his way
to the heart of the big financial institutions.

Big institutions have no heart.
We depend on our old members.

And Felix... Everybody loved Felix.
All the old students.

When he retired, we brought him here
to run the appeal.

He wrote to everybody

by hand.
- Glad to hear he didn't phone them.

Some of the Fellows did argue
for a telephone campaign,

but Felix was dead against. He said
it would get people's backs up.

I think he might have been right.

Felix's human skills were...

Do you know who I mean by Michael Mansell?

Cable television?

I couldn't get a penny out of him.

But Felix cracked him.
Got him to give us a million.

We're making him an Honorary Fellow.
Ah! Now, there's Felix's scout.

Now, Mrs Barnett?

If you'll excuse me, this is
Inspector Morse.

What might the letter K stand for,
do you think?

Man or woman?

Soon find out. 0171.

Central London.
DIALING TONE

ANSWERPHONE: Hi, sorry there's no-one here.

Woman.
Leave us a message. Why not?

This is Detective Sergeant Lewis.
Thames Valley Police.

We're wondering if you can help us
with one of our inquiries.

It's a terrible thing. Terrible.

He was a real gentleman.
Always said good morning.

Not like some of 'em.

This was just where he
wrote his letters, was it?

Dunno.

He didn't live in college?

No, not since he retired.

Real ink.

He must have been the last man alive.

When did he move out? Last summer.
End of the academic year.

And how long had you been looking
after him, Mrs Barnett?

I never did look after him.
Not really. I only took over this
staircase

at the beginning of the autumn term.

So, who was here before you?

That was Ted. Ted Brooks.
Looked after Dr McClure for years.

Did he retire with him?

Yes. Well, no. Not retire.

He went to work at the Pitt-Rivers Museum.

Why did he move?

Well, things have changed, haven't they?

Men don't want to go looking after
young people these days.

And he was very upset.
I know that because...

..there was a bit of a tragedy upstairs.

Young man in No.8 jumped out of the window.

Ted said he didn't want to have
to deal with that again.

What was the young man's name?

Rodway. Matthew Rodway.

Still playing Find The Lady?

I've found a lady. But she's not at home.

They never are when you want them.

But coroners' reports are.

I want you to find me
the one on Matthew Rodway.

Last year. Student at Wolsey College.

Ted's in the John Radcliffe Hospital.

He had a heart attack on Sunday.

Sunday? What time?

Three in the morning, his wife said.

Right. That rules him out, then.

Just for the record,
what exactly does he do here?

Well, basically, our guards
make sure no-one steals anything.

They keep an eye on school parties.
They can get a bit rowdy.

Is this stuff valuable?
Some of it. Very.

Of course, all the most valuable
artifacts are checked regularly.

Which are they?
Well, the most popular.

The things people most want to pinch
are the shrunken heads.

I know plenty of people

with shrunken brains.

What sort of references do you
require for one of your guards?

The best. In Ted Brooks's case he
came highly recommended by Dr McClure.

And as he was a friend of mine...

Ah. You knew him, then?

Oh, yes.

Such a lovely man.

Drugs.

What?
Matthew Rodway.

He was full of drugs
when he walked out of the window.

Coroner said accidental death
but...you never know with drugs.

Whether you're coming or going, you mean?

He may just have decided
to go out on a high.

Like people wash down
paracetamol with drink.

Did you say drink, Lewis?

I had a word with Chief
Superintendent Strange.

I'm sorry. It's only for the time being.

Makes you wonder why you bother.

At least you won't be demoted,

like we're going to be.

We'll get you there. Don't worry.

What the Chief wants is a quick,
clean solution to this McClure case

so that he can boost his clear-up rate.
Does he?

So, let's see what we've got so far.
All right?

A boy jumps out of a window, full of
drugs. Where did he get them?

Was it really an accident?
Coroner said...

The coroner wasn't there.

Almost at once, Ted Brooks leaves
Wolsey College after many years'
service. Why?

McClure thought a lot of him.

Recommended him very highly.

Maybe he didn't think so much of
him. Wanted to get rid of him.

No animal fat for Mr Brooks.
That's what the dietitian said.

Oi.

You tell her from me,

meat is what I have for my dinner.

Roast meat.

Keep the change.

Oh!

Hello, love.
Hello.

Come on in.

Hello, Kay. I'm Julia Stevens.

Hello. Your mother and I have
something to tell you.

Shut the door, Brenda.

Ah, Rodway.

Rodway. Yes. Sad case.

But you know how it is.

18-year-olds, first time away from
home,

pressure of work.

Do take a seat.

It was purely for relaxation to
begin with, but then...

Yes. Yes. Was Dr McClure involved?

Oh, no, no. No, of course not.

Felix? Good heavens!

What about his scout, Ted Brooks?

Did he supply Rodway with the drugs?

In which case, why didn't you call
in the police?

Well, we were just about
to open the appeal.

A death was bad enough,

but if it came out that he was
getting drugs from his scout...

Imagine the effect on the old members.

So you let Brooks get away with it.

Well, we didn't know it was Brooks.
Not for certain.

And, of course, Felix only got him
the job at the museum

on the condition that he never
again had any contact

with the students of this college.

Has he had contact?

Oh, no. He wouldn't have dared.

We'd have had him in
court as soon as you like.

What sort of type is Brooks?

Oh, ordinary, loyal college
servant, you know.

As we thought.
Popular with the students, no doubt.

Was he a potential murderer?

Oh, God, I hope not. That would
scupper the appeal altogether.

Kevin.

Yes, Mrs Stevens?

Kevin, I find I require
the pleasure of your company.

You said I could have it any time I wanted.

Well, now I do want.

Can you come to my house
after school tomorrow?

There's something I want you to do for me.

Mr Brooks discharged himself
half an hour ago.

Because there was no sausage and
bacon for his breakfast.

I tried to keep him in for a few
days for observation, but...

You just let him go? We can't keep
people here against their will.

Since most of our budget now goes on
managers, beds are in short supply.

No. No, I hate hospitals. No, thank you.

I'll be back to work next week.

I thought I'd got a bit of time to
myself for once, too.

You go, Bren.

No, I couldn't. Not with you like this.

I don't want you fussing me all the time!

Bloody hell!

Bren works with this teacher - Mrs Stevens.

Taking her to Stratford-upon-Avon.
What are you going to see?

Shakespeare.

But I'm not going. Not with you like this.

Don't fuss me!

Specialist says I'm not to get excited.
What with her fussing me all the time...

You were admitted to hospital
on Sunday at... When was it?

1:57.

When exactly were you taken ill?

You tell him, Bren.

Well, erm...

It...it was five past three in the
morning when he woke with this pain

in his chest. Right here it was.
I thought it was indigestion.

He often gets indigestion
after he's been down the club.

So, I got up and fetched him the Rennies

and made him a cup of tea...

Oh, I forgot the cake.

Not for me, thanks.

Oh. What about you, Sergeant?

Yeah, please.

Well, erm...

you seemed a bit better after that,
didn't you, Ted?

A bit.

But he woke again at six.

So I made him another cup.
But that didn't seem to help.

And he didn't want no breakfast.

I'll just get the cake.

You used to have a good job at Wolsey
College, Mr Brooks.

If you call cleaning up after
spoilt brats a good job, yes.

In your time there, were
you aware of any drugs

being used by the students
on your staircase?

Nothing to do with me if there was.

Where did they get them... do you suppose?

Sold 'em to one another, I reckon.

Dr McClure was always on at me about it.

Have I seen this? Have I seen that?

I told him the only needles
I ever saw were sewing needles.

Thank you.

Thank you.
Bye-bye.

That's £19.50, please.

These blenders are a bit pricey.
Yes.

But if you do a lot of baking...

Ted's ever so fond of cakes.
And Mrs Stevens.

I bake for her every week too.

This your daughter?
That's Kay, yes.

When she was younger.

Kay? Is she still living at home?

Oh, I wish she was.

She and Ted, they didn't see eye to
eye so she went to London.

Is she working?

She's got a very good job.

In the travel business.

Sorts out problems for foreign
businessmen when they come to London.

She's doing very well.

She's got her own flat in Chelsea.

There you are, Sergeant.

All right, darlin'?

You're on the wrong side of Oxford
for the museum, Mr Brooks.

Yes, well, I cycle. Or I used to.

Never rains but it pours.

I'm sure it brought on his attack.

It might have done.

Only had his bike stolen, didn't he?

Saturday night. Right outside the club.

He had to walk home, didn't you, Ted?

I'm sure that brought on his attack.
Have you reported the theft?

Give us a chance. I've been busy
having a heart attack!

Anyway, a stolen bike in Oxford?

All right. Thanks very much.

You've been very helpful.

But you ought to report that bike.

Lewis, take down the details, will you?

What did you make me do that for?

Ted Brooks' bike wasn't stolen.

He chucked it in the river,
covered in Dr McClure's blood.

You've no reason to think that.
Brooks said...

Lewis...Lewis!

He said he had his heart attack
at 3 o'clock in the morning.

But he didn't show up at the hospital
for another 11 hours.

Would you wait that long?

They've got one of those
pin boards in the kitchen,

with a picture of their daughter.

Looks just like the girl
in Dr McClure's photos. And?

And she just happens
to be called Kay

and works in London.

Allegedly providing services
for foreign businessmen.

That's... Well done, Lewis.

And they've got a brand-new kitchen.

How can a cleaner and a security
guard afford a brand-new kitchen?

Huh. Selling drugs to students.

I don't know if you noticed,
but Brooks's shoes...

Size 10s.

Yes.

Shall we take Brooks down to the
station? Question him hard?

May have another attack.

Mm. All right.

We'll let him sit and stew while we
check his alibi.

Circulate that description of the bike.

If we had the bike and the girl...

We must find this girl, Lewis.

LEWIS: I've been leaving messages for you.

Sergeant Lewis. We're most anxious
to get in touch with you.

Could you call me, please?

Chief Inspector Morse or Sergeant
Lewis on Oxford 20 25 66.

Thanks.

I hate answer machines.

That's because you know all the answers.

That's...

Very clever, Lewis. Trace the number.
Have someone go round.

Some of these...

What do you think? Is she on the game?

Could just be a model.

Her and Dr McClure.
They could be father and daughter.

Of course, even if you're on the
game, you must have time off.

There's a wonderful story by de
Maupassant about that.

All the girls...
This background, these railings,

aren't they one of the colleges?

They are indeed.

McClure's college, no less.

Well, well. Good for Felix.

I never met her. He never brought
her into hall.

You can see why.

What about the young men?

The one in the middle.
Now, that's Matthew Rodway.

The boy who...
Thank you. The other one?

That's the man he shared with in his
first year. Ashley Davies.

Not a very good influence, I'm afraid.

Oh?
Nice enough...when sober.

But, as you can see from that,
quite a hefty fellow.

He was a South African.
Brilliant front row forward.

Might have got his blue, only he had
a problem with his temper.

He was always fighting on the pitch.

How did he get on with McClure?
Felix got him rusticated.

Fighting off the pitch?
Yes, indeed. With Rodway.

Over this girl?
That I can't tell, but...

Rodway was in hospital for four days.

Was he rusticated, too?

No. No. His was a first offense,

whereas Davies...

Davies had had two previous warnings.

He was damn lucky
not to be sent down altogether.

Why wasn't he?
Well, his father's a...

well, rather well off, you know.

Racehorses, that sort of thing.

We were rather disappointed when
Davies decided not to come back.

We were hoping Davies Senior might...

Economic considerations seem to play an
inordinate part in this college's thinking, sir.

But if you keep such
close tabs on the rich,

perhaps you can tell me
where I might find Ashley Davies now.

Ah, Kevin! Come in.

I was just marking your...

I won't dignify it with the word essay,

your piece, shall we say, on Macbeth.

There is improvement in your
appreciation. Thanks.

But your handwriting remains criminal.

If you asked me round just to be
sarcastic, then I'll go.

No! I'm sorry.

I haven't been very well.
It's making me old and grouchy

before my time.

You're not old.

You look great.

So, what's this job, then?

Ah...

I thought payment in two parts.

Once before and once after.

What do you want me to do?

This Kay we've been phoning.

It's not Kay Brooks after all.

Chelsea police went round.
The flat's owned by a Miss Kay Bach.

As in Johann Sebastian?

B-A-C-H.

Then it is Brooks' daughter.

And she's a girl of some education.

Bach, Lewis, is the German for brook.

Right.

Pretty expensive block, they say.

There's escort girls living there.

How many of them speak German,
though? And where is she?

Off providing services to
the European Community, I dare say.

How's your geography, Lewis?

Pretty good.

Do you know where Seven Barrows is?

Important Bronze Age burial site
on the Lambourn Downs

where you are going to escort yourself at
dawn tomorrow to talk to Ashley Davies.

Dawn?

This is Davies. Friend of Kay Brooks.

Also friend and/or enemy of Matthew Rodway,

who is this one.

They both lived on the same
staircase as McClure.

They had a fight. Possibly over this girl.

And her dad was cleaning
for all three of them.

It can't be coincidence, can it?

I don't know.

What I do know is Ashley Davies's
father is outstandingly rich,

lives at Blewbury and keeps his
racehorses at Seven Barrows.

Young Ashley is keeping his eye on
the bloodstock while the old man's away.

You could go and see him tonight,
but he won't be home till after midnight.

And I don't want any complaints
about unsocial hours from Mrs Lewis.

Mrs Lewis doesn't think dawn's very
social. Nor do I.

Left hand down. Left hand!

Oh, sh...

Oh! I hate cars.

Here. Let me do it.

You haven't got a license.
Go on.

Go on.

Where on earth did you learn to do that?

Detention center. Where do you think?

Oh, Kevin...

Can you put that carpet in the back
of the car? Pleasure.

Er...none of that.
Second payment's not due till after.

Very nice.

We've been assuming that Brooks did
it, haven't we?

Let's look at it another way round.

Let's suppose he didn't.

Let's suppose that Ashley Davies
killed Felix McClure.

Why should he?

One girl, two young men.

It's not too hard to imagine they
were both in love with her, is it?

No, but...
Davies nearly kills Rodway once...

..goes back during his rustication
and finishes the job,

filling him up with drugs
and shoving him out of the window.

Nobody's ever suggested
that Rodway was murdered, have they?

Davies gets rid of one rival...

..only to find that he's got another,
more powerful one.

An older man. A man of maturity,

and wisdom...

A chief inspector?
You watch your lip.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, we men of experience...
Ha!

Perhaps McClure knew about the murder.

Well, suspected it, anyway.

Hushed it up like he hushed up the
drugs. For the sake of the college.

And...

What about this, Lewis?

McClure takes a fancy to
Davies's girlfriend.

Told her if she wouldn't go to bed
with him, he would call the police.

So Davies killed him too.

The Chief Super won't be very pleased.

We had one murder, now we've got two?

He'll be delighted if we
clear them both up.

You needn't really make it dawn.

Catch him coming off the gallops.

Try and pick up a few tips
while you're there.

I never knew you were interested in horses.

I mean, look at the size of Davies's boots.

Come on!

Good.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

791658?

Oh, come on!
Hello.

Yes, just about to give him his tea.

What's the matter with you?
Hit him, don't dance with him.

All right. Bye.

Yes! That's it.

Good one.

Ashley!

Ashley, get out!

Get out!

Come on. Get out.

Where's your sense of humor?
We're going home.

Get out!

Move.

Morse.

Who?

Yeah. Yes, what's her number?

Miss Brooks? Miss Kay Brooks?

Chief Inspector Morse.

Give him another couple of weeks.

If it doesn't rain, and the going
gets firmer, we'll run him at Kempton.

My father wants a run next weekend.
No, he's not ready.

Who the hell are you?

Mr Davies? Mr Ashley Davies?

Matthew Rodway was the
best friend I ever had.

I mean it.

When he died,

it was like...like losing...

I was in South Africa when I heard.

Of course, I flew back for the funeral.

Read the lesson. Tried to.

You say he was your best friend
but you nearly killed him.

Was that...anything to do with
Miss Kay Brooks?

Perhaps you know her as Kay Bach.

She'll be Kay Davies soon.
We're going to be married.

I believe she was a professional escort.
- So?

That doesn't bother you?

No.

Did you meet her professionally?

No, I did not.

She turned up to a rugby dinner with an 80-year-old
fly half who couldn't do it any more.

If he ever could.

After a while, she slipped her arm through
mine and asked me to take her home,

which I did.

And you introduced her to Matthew Rodway...

She doesn't like to feel, you know, restricted.

That is, she didn't.
Now we're engaged, of course.

Look...

I was terribly in love with her.
Still am.

When I saw her with Matthew...

When you meet her, Sergeant,
you'll understand.

Miss Kay Brooks?

Chief Inspector Morse.

Hello.

Sie sind nicht Kay Bach heute.

You are a detective.

Was that Dr McClure's idea? The
translation? Do you mind?

I have eight GCSEs.

Is this OK? I didn't know what to wear.

I've never been to a police station before.

It's...erm... I'm sure it would be...

..very elegant anywhere.

And we don't have to go to the
station. Not unless you want to.

Not at this stage, anyway.

It's a lovely morning.

We have the whole Thames Valley.

Felix used to take me to a pub in Marston.

I haven't been there for years.

Miss Brooks and Dr McClure,
how did they meet?

Matthew and I were...

Well, the furniture was crashing
around a bit.

Felix came up to see what was going on.

And there Kay was.

Starkers, actually.

Once he'd called the ambulance,

he didn't want a scandal,

so he got her out of the college
without...

I suppose things sort of developed
from there.

Into what? Nothing. He was just
paternal with her.

You sure about that?

Sure you didn't catch her with him,
too?

He was a lovely man - Felix.

He said it doesn't matter what you do
as long as you're true to yourself.

And are you?

You have eight O-levels.
Providing an escort service

isn't exactly fulfilling your
potential.

You have to be very adroit
to do what I do.

And keep smiling.

And make them feel
they're privileged to pay you.

I've saved quite a bit.

I was thinking of putting it into a travel agency.
Do you think I should?

I've never been rich enough
to have investments.

Felix thought it was a good idea.

You...talked about everything, then?

Oh, yes. Felix...

Well, this last year, Felix and I...

He had no kids of his own and he'd
half-retired from the college.

We were really good friends.

A purely intellectual relationship?

A very close, very warm,
loving relationship.

Sex would have ruined it.

It wouldn't for most men.

Yes, but...

Knowing Felix was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

After I'd been with him, I'd go and meet
Mum at Brown's or somewhere. Have a chat.

It was like my day off.

Find him.
Whoever did it, you must find him.

We've been wondering about Ashley Davies.

Ashley?!

Where were you last Sunday morning, sir?

Up here. Riding out.

So what time did you go home to
Blewbury? Nine-ish.

Kay's staying while my parents are away.

So, Miss Brooks can vouch
that you were home by 9:30, sir?

Actually, she likes to sleep in
weekends. There's no staff there.

So I took up her breakfast about 11.

Do you have any witnesses as
to where you were between 9 and 11?

No.

No, I suppose I don't.

Between 9 and 11
was when Dr McClure was killed.

Lambourn to Oxford. Oxford to Blewbury.

Do that in under two hours easy.

You sure you've got no witnesses, sir?

No, but...
Thank you, sir.

Oh, one other thing.

What size shoes do you wear, sir?

10s, would it be?

Your parents seem very well off.
Do you give them money?

Look, Inspector...
Morse.

People just call me Morse.

All right...Morse.

My mother is my mother,
and I love her very much.

But my father - my real father -
he died when I was three.

Ted Brooks is my stepfather.

And I don't like him at all.

He couldn't bear it that I wasn't his.

When I got a few GCSEs... well, he
never got anything, of course.

He did that. Knocking me against a cooker.

Er...I didn't know.

He used to be a boxer.

He knows how to hurt.

He hits Mum.

You do realise that?

PC Martin at St Mary's.
RADIO: Go ahead, Martin.

I think I've found that green bike.

Ashley's been begging me
to marry him for months.

In fact, almost the last thing Felix
said to me was, "Take him."

So I'm going to.

But...

..I don't know.

What do you think?

Do you love him?

I like him.

I like him very much.

Felix said that was enough.

Better really than strong romantic feeling.
"Romance doesn't last," he said.

But...do you think that's right?

I'm afraid I don't know
very much about marriage.

It seems to me as if you loved
Dr McClure more than Davies.

I don't think I can love.
Not like other people.

Oh...I'm sure...

Ashley liked Felix.

He would never even contemplate...

Where was he Sunday morning?

Riding up on the Downs.

When he came back, he tiptoed around
so as not to wake me.

He's very sweet like that.

But listen...

..if I thought he'd killed Felix,
I'd kill him myself.

I would.

Then you did love Dr McClure best.

Perhaps.

How long has it been here?
There's something on it.

Blood?
It could be.

Get it down the lab. Quick as you can.

See what blood group it is.

Yeah, Sergeant Lewis.
Anybody know where Morse is?

Kevin?
Yes, Mrs Stevens?

You weren't in class this morning.
Why? Overslept.

I didn't sleep at all but I'm here.

You've got your homework for this
afternoon? Yes, miss.

Thank you, miss.
Don't let me down, Kevin.

Never.

O negative?

Thank you. Very much.

We found the bike, sir.

It's got bloodstains.
Same group as Dr McClure.

Well done, Lewis. Where was it?

Right in the middle of town.
Radcliffe Square.

That's a funny place
to leave a bloodstained bike.

Unless, maybe...

he was biking home, started feeling
ill and decided to dump it.

Come back for it later.

Where've you been?

Interviewing Kay Brooks.

Where did you find her?
She found me.

And?

I shall be continuing my
inquiries in due course.

Davies wears size 10s, and you can
tell he's got a temper, but...

cold-blooded murder? I don't know.

It was a cold-blooded killing.

Whoever did it went armed with a knife.

No-one in this case has got a
provable alibi, have they?

Ashley Davies and Kay Brooks, Ted and
Brenda Brooks, they only confirm each other.

Suppose they were all in it
together? What?

Davies is rich.

Suppose he supplied the capital
for Brooks's drugs operation?

And suppose Dr McClure found Brooks
was still supplying students

and threatened to report him. And...
Yeah.

So, Davies and Brooks went round
to have it out with him
and they had a row.

What was Kay Brooks doing? She was
driving the vehicle with Davies in

while Brooks biked off back down to Cowley.

And Mrs Brooks? What was she doing?

Making cakes for when they came home?
Thanks a lot.

No. No, I am glad your enthusiasm is
returning, Lewis,

but let's at least try and keep it
within bounds.

I think we're ready to bring Brooks in.

Question him away from home.

Break him down a bit.

See how he likes a bit of bullying.

I hate men who beat up women.

Come on. Hurry along, now.

Come on. Hurry up.

Stop larking about there. Come on.

Oh, there you are.

I was afraid something had happened.

Everything all right?
Fine. Yes, Mrs Stevens.

All aboard, then.

You'd better have a doctor present.

We don't want him having another
heart attack in police custody.

But if he ups and dies, it'll save
us the expense of a trial.

Oh, and in these hard-pressed times...

It's all very well for you to sneer.

You don't know what it's like to
implement cuts.

Solving crimes - that's the easy part.

Of course, we haven't
solved this one yet, sir.

But Lewis has worked particularly
hard on it.

He's been very imaginative.

Lewis? Imaginative?

It comes of his long years working with me.

Something's bound to rub off in the end.

It's a bit early for patting
ourselves on the back.

If you have the imagination to solve
this quickly,

I may consider...
Thank you, sir.

If, Morse. If.

Don't worry about if, sir,
with Lewis on the ball the way he is.

Stop going on about Lewis
or you'll give me a heart attack.

Perhaps you'd like to sit in
on the questioning, sir?

See how well Lewis...
Morse...

go!

Five minutes.
Closing in five minutes.

Five minutes. Closing in five
minutes.

Mrs Brooks is in Stratford, isn't she?

And I expect he's down his club.

Damn!

Do we know which club?

Soon find out.

We'll leave it till tomorrow.

Make an early start.
I made an early start today.

Shhh! Please! Some of us are trying
to sleep.

PUPIL: Macbeth does murder sleep.

Sit down. Put your seat belt on.

Mr Brooks?

Mr Edward Brooks?

Mr Brooks?

Mr Humphries?

"The time is been.
My senses would have called.

To hear a night shriek
and my fell of hair."

What's a fell of hair, Mrs Stevens?

What?
A fell of hair?

Mrs Stevens?

Brooks. Edward Brooks.

Hang on.

Mrs Brooks. How old is he, Mrs Brooks?

Oh, 53 last March.

53.5'9".

Greying hair.

When did you last see your husband,
Mrs Brooks?

Er...yesterday afternoon.

When I went off to catch the bus.

Half past three it must have been.

He was sitting here...
- So where did you spend last night?

Whenever I go to Stratford with Mrs
Stevens, I stay over at her place.

That's rather unusual, isn't it?

A cleaner spending the
night at her employer's?

Well...

..Ted doesn't like to be
disturbed, you see,

with me coming in late.

And it was late.

Macbeth's a long play.

Awfully long.

It's one of the shortest plays
Shakespeare wrote.

Well, it seemed long to me.
I dropped off once or twice.

Mrs Stevens had to nudge me.

This Mrs Stevens...

Do you work for anyone else?

Not any more. I used to...

Your husband makes enough on the side
these days without you having to?

So what makes you keep on working
for this one woman?

She's been very good to me.

And she's not well. Not well at all.

But she wants to keep on working
while she can.

And er... Well...

..she asked me.
Where does she live?

Not very far. Temple Avenue.

I'm sorry.

I can't think where Ted's got to.

There's no report of an accident.
No-one admitted to hospital.

There you are, Mrs Brooks.
He probably went to his club.

I've tried there twice already.

That woman is too cool.

It's like she's got it all rehearsed.

She was crying.
Not behind the eyes.

Sergeant Lewis.

All right.

Yeah, thanks.

Miss Cotterell at the museum.
Thought you ought to know.

Knife gone missing from one of her
exhibition cases since last night.

That's no use to us.
McClure was killed last Sunday.

Better check it out, though.

And get someone up here
to keep an eye out for Brooks.

I'm going to have a word

with this Mrs Stevens.
A schoolmistress should talk sense.

None of mine ever did.

COACH: Away you go, then.

And don't forget to bring
it back in one piece.

The cleaners found it like this
at eight o'clock this morning.

Everything was locked, shuttered,
barred at 4:30 yesterday evening as usual.

The guard did his final
round at 4:15pm, or so.

Did he see anyone suspicious?

No. But then, the lights are kept
low to preserve the artifacts.

And it's just the one knife that's missing?

Yes. Barotse.

Northern Rhodesia. Zambia, that is.

I must change these labels.

Given in 1919 to Bishop May by Zeta III,

paramount chief and son of Lewanika.

Paramount chief. My boss would like that.

Who would want a single object like
this, Miss Cotterell?

It's not a particularly interesting knife.

It wouldn't fetch much on the open market.

Its value is really only
anthropological. Very broad blade.

How sharp would this be?

Not very. It was for
ceremony, not use.

No-one sharpened it for 75 years.

Could a member of your staff have taken it?

Anyone with access to the key cupboard.
Yes.

But why draw attention to the theft
by breaking open the case,

when all you have to
do is fetch the key?

Could someone have hidden himself
in here all night?

Yes, I suppose it's possible,

but the slightest movement...

It's quite spooky.

This, you know, is the fabled land
where myths go when they die.

James Fenton.

My daughter's doing her A-levels.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Aren't you having one?

I've got 20 essays on Macbeth to
mark.

And, I'm sorry to say,
I fainted in class this morning.

Most unlike me.

They sent me home
or you wouldn't have found me in.

Go on. Do you good.
And I shall feel lonely.

Well, all right, then.

Mrs Brooks spent the
night here I understand.

Have you spoken to her
since she went home? No. Why?

Mr Brooks has disappeared.

Jolly good!

Here's hoping he doesn't come back.

Brenda said you'd questioned him
about Dr McClure.

And I know what Kay's been through.

You know Kay, then?

Kay?

No. Why?

You said you knew what she'd been through.

I'm sorry, I meant Brenda.

It's a...

I have this little problem...

..in here.

Well, quite a big one, actually.

Physical, not mental.

I mean to say one thing and
something quite different pops out.

It can be quite embarrassing.

I've never met Kay Brooks.

Oh. Because...

Yes, of course. Brenda told me.

Ted used to bash Kay about, too.

Brenda's told me everything.

The number of times I've had her in
here weeping and showing her bruises

like it was St Crispin's Day.

She seems very distressed
about him disappearing.

Oh, she's infuriatingly
old-fashioned, Brenda.

She believes a wife should stick by
her husband come what may,

even when the husband makes her life
a complete misery.

When Mrs Brooks got back last night...

..she didn't try to contact her
husband at all?

See how he was?

Good God, no.

He gets drunk every night
and very belligerent with it.

So, really you can't throw any light on...?

I can give you chapter and verse
about his violence,

which dear, loyal Brenda never will.

Some other time, perhaps.

"Tomorrow

and tomorrow and tomorrow...

..creeps in this petty pace
from day to day."

Where's Morse?

Out with a woman, sir.

What?
Interviewing a schoolmistress, sir.

Oh. A bit of skirt would do Morse
good, as a matter of fact,

if it's not too late.

About your promotion, Lewis.
Sorry, but the way things are now,

it's just not...
Excuse me, sir.

Deputy Chief Constable on the phone.
Oh, right.

Another rocket about next quarter's
estimated overspend.

To tell you the truth, I'm thinking of
investing my entire budget in the lottery.

It's the only way we'll ever make
both ends meet.

Ah, Morse, you...

Oh, never mind.

What does he want?

A holiday.

Has Brooks turned up yet?

No, sir.

This knife that was stolen...

It's very funny. It exactly fits the
description of the one that killed Dr McClure.

I know McClure was killed last Sunday,
and the knife wasn't taken until last night, but...

"Is this a dagger that I see before
me?"

I'd rather see a pint.
PHONE RINGS

Sergeant Lewis.

What?!

Chief Superintendent Strange
isn't going to be pleased.

It's definitely not a suicide.

Ah, Morse.

All this wrapping, you'd think he
was a mummy.

Thames Valley. Late 20th century.

Elizabeth II dynasty.

Now, don't say I don't do
everything I can to help you.

You look for someone...

It's your chief suspect.
They're abolishing chiefs.

Sir?

Leave it.
Oh, dear.

Don't say I've upset him.

Excuse me.

Do you work here?
I'm the waterman. Yes.

Ah, right. Good.

A body washed up here.

Where do you reckon it would have gone in?

Bodies don't move much.

Except in flood water,
and we haven't had that since March.

He won't have come far.

Somewhere up above the bridge, I reckon.

Right. Thank you.

Perhaps he wasn't paying his supplier.

Or someone didn't like the drugs he sold.

Or someone didn't like the fact
that he killed Dr McClure.

Who's so fond of McClure?

Kay Brooks.

But she couldn't possibly haul him
into the water up there.

It must be...60, 70 yards from the road.

Hell hath no fury...

Your store of old sayings is sadly
meager, Lewis.

Perhaps he was in the boot of a car.

She just backed it down to the
water's edge

and just rolled him into the river.

She'd have to get him into the car first.

Then she had an accomplice. Her fiance.

A man could have done it on his own.

Do you know what I'd do if I had a
corpse in the boot of my car?

I would stop right here
and chuck it over the parapet.

Make a bit of a splash, wouldn't it?
Who'd be listening?

Busy road.

Yes, it is now, but at three in the
morning?

Sir!

Looks like they want us.

You don't have to watch this, Morse,
if you don't want to.

Sergeant Lewis and I can manage.
Why don't you get on with it?

Ready, steady, go.

Good heavens! This really is a
museum piece.

There's even a label.

Barotse. Northern Rhodesia.

Given in 1919 to Bishop May by Zeta
III... paramount chief and...

But...that's the knife that was
stolen from the museum yesterday
afternoon.

Really? Because...

it looks extraordinarily like the
sort of weapon

which killed Felix McClure.

But that's...
It can't be.

It's...It's very broad and quite
blunt.

If that knife was in the Pitt-Rivers
till yesterday afternoon,

it cannot have killed
Dr McClure last Sunday.

It is a logical impossibility.

Or is it?

MORSE: "Her mind lay open
like a drawer of knives."

MISS COTTERELL: Philip Larkin, Deceptions.

We were most deceived.

What's this lined with, Miss Cotterell?

It's a new wonder hessian.

It's supposed never to fade.

So these knives leave no shadow?

If you take one out and move the others up,
there's no sign anything is missing.

No.

Ted Brooks was cleverer than we imagined.

He realised with his access to the
key he could open the case,

take out a knife, move the others up
a bit and no-one would know.

Not immediately, no.

If he took it on Saturday afternoon
and put it back on Monday morning

when he returned to work,

which is what he meant to do...
He'd be unlucky to get caught.

And he was unlucky.

He had a heart attack.

Come Monday morning, he was in
hospital a very worried man,

because he couldn't just
chuck the knife away.

It wouldn't be long before it was missed.

And then he'd be questioned...

obviously.

But why the break-in...

..if the knife had already been taken?

What was taken, then?

Nothing.

Obviously.

Why?

Somebody wanted us to think that
wasn't the knife used on Dr McClure.

Who would that be, then? And why?

You said the knife was ceremonial,
Miss Cotterell. Not for use.

It's been used to kill two men in
the last five days.

The trustees aren't going to like
this one bit.

We will get the knife back?
After the trial.

Whose trial?
The trial of the daughters of Cain.

Come on, Lewis! What was the first
murder in the Bible?

Cain killing his brother Abel

over whose sacrifice
was more acceptable to the Lord.

How many daughters did he have?
I don't know.

Ted Brooks's death was very
acceptable to the women who knew him.

His wife...

his stepdaughter...

Julia Stevens.

Where does she fit in?

Brenda Brooks knew where the knife was
but she'd never have thought of using it.

And Kay? No.

No, Julia Stevens must have been
the brains behind it.

But why the theft that never was?

Where were they all at the time, Lewis?

Mrs Brooks and Mrs Stevens
were halfway to Stratford,

so it must have been Miss Brooks.

I saw her getting on the train
to Birmingham at 2:18.

They've all got their alibis.

Miss Brooks could have got off at
the next stop and come back.

We'll check her out.

We've done the CT and there doesn't
seem to be any major brain damage,

but it's not good. Brains can be
funny things.

Yes, indeed. Not that he seems to
have much of a brain,

to judge by his record.

Oh, he has a brain, and a heart...

..if anyone would give him a chance.

Hello, Kevin.

What were you doing in that car?

Celebrating...

Celebrating what?

You.

Oh, Kevin...

You don't have to pretend, Mrs Brooks.

I know all about your husband
and how he treated you.

He was my Ted.

23 year we'd been together.

23 year.

But he was a murderer.

He killed Dr McClure, didn't he?

Dr McClure, he found out that...

Your husband was supplying drugs
to undergraduates so you could have
a kitchen.

Well, the kitchen did need doing.

You should...
Still supplying drugs,

though he'd previously been warned.

So Dr McClure said he'd
report him to the police.

He didn't tell me nothing
about what he was going to do.

He just went off on his
bike after breakfast.

When he came back in a taxi,
you could have...

He was ever so Grey.

He'd started getting these pains in
his chest, you see.

So he left the bike.

He didn't want to take his hands
out of his pockets,

not while the taxi was there,

because of the blood.

There was ever so much blood.

So he pretended he didn't have any money
and sent me out to pay the taxi off.

When he took his mac off...

What did you do with the clothes?

I took them to the incinerator on the
way to visit him in the hospital.

Was that your idea or his?

Of course you can look at it.

You can have it, if you like.
Bloody thing's always going wrong.

I was going to change it, but...

my co-ordination since I've started being ill,
I can't even get it in the garage, let alone out.

MORSE: What about the knife?

What did you do with that?

What knife?

The knife Mr Brooks
used to kill Dr McClure.

I don't know anything about it.

What did he say he did with it?

Nothing.

And I didn't ask.

Someone used that knife again...
to kill your husband.

Did they?

How was that, then?

Come on!

Are you seriously saying you don't
know who killed your husband?

Of course I don't.

When did you last have the car out,
madam? Wednesday.

So who put it away that time?
Kay.

Kay Brooks?

What?
You said Kay put the car away.

I'm sorry. I'm always doing that.

It's this damned...

When I was collecting the tickets
at Stratford the other night,

I gave my name as William Shakespeare.

Who did put the car away last
Wednesday, madam?

One of my pupils.

They all drive like Damon Hill
from the third form on.

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me.

I keep having these turns.
Which pupil?

What?

Which of your pupils put the car away?

Oh, God...

I can't...I'm sorry. My sight.

There's something...

It's the tumor.
It presses on the optic nerve.

Mrs Stevens. Mrs Stevens!

Morse. I want to speak to Chief
Inspector Morse.

Call an ambulance! Quick!

You realise I could charge you with
being an accessory after the fact
to Dr McClure's murder?

A wife's got to stand by her
husband.

Oh, yes? Even when he beats her?

If I hadn't, he might have killed me.

Who told you to say that?

Mrs Stevens?

No.

And did you stand by while your
husband was being murdered?

Or did you stab him yourself?

Me? Kill Ted?

Come on, Mrs...

I never saw Ted from the moment
I walked out that door to catch
the bus to Stratford.

He was sitting there...watching telly.

Yeah. Same carpet the body was
wrapped in. No question.

I'll get onto Morse right away.

"Double, double, toil and trouble."

Hello, Mrs Stevens.

"Fire burn and cauldron bubble."

She can't produce the words she
wants. It's part of the illness.

Can she understand what's said to
her? I don't know.

Doubtful.

Mrs Stevens...

Lie quietly now.

"Fillet of a fenny snake,
in the cauldron, boil and bake."

Shh. Lie still now.

And speak slowly, quietly.

"Eye of newt and toe of frog..."

Mrs Stevens,

I know there is something
you want to tell me.

Is it about the death of Ted Brooks?

Did his wife Brenda kill him?

"Out damn spot! Out I say!"

Was it his stepdaughter? Kay?

"Here's the smell of blood...still.

All the perfumes of Arabia..."

Mrs Stevens,

very steady now.

Did you kill Ted Brooks?

"It will have blood, they say.

Blood will have blood."

Hairbrush...

Lipstick...

Mirror...

What's this?

It's a letter for Chief Inspector
Morse from Mrs Stevens.

To be opened in the event of her death.

Do you want him to have it now?

Well, she's very bad but she did say...

in the event...

Suppose I give it to him.

He can open it if and when...

Oh, it's when not if.

Can I keep my hankies?

Well, it's rubbish. Complete rubbish.

Most of it's quite true. All the detail.

She returned from an evening of Shakespeare,
tucked her cleaning lady up in bed

then went out and knifed the
cleaning lady's husband?

Wrapped him in carpet
and black plastic bags?

Put him in her car.
I said "quite true", Lewis.

All three of them were there.

And they killed him
before they went to Stratford.

That was the point of the phoney
theft from the museum -

to mislead us as to the time.

Because if a murder weapon is known
to be locked away

till a certain time on a certain day...

Then the murder can't possibly have
taken place before then. Stands to
reason.

But in this case...

Exactly.

So when did they kill him?

Wednesday night. Thursday morning.

When not one of them has an alibi
worth tuppence.

It must have been Julia Stevens
who did the actual knifing.

That's why she kept on and on about blood.

But Kay was there. To drive the car.

And help with the body.

Brenda would have been no use humping
her husband about with that injured arm.

But can we get either of them to admit it?

And there's still Davies.

He hasn't got a story for early Thursday.

None of them have.

Except the one we can't question.

Wednesday? Why Wednesday?

Because Wednesday night or Thursday
morning is when Ted Brooks was killed.

But I thought...

Where were you?

I was here all day.

With the housekeeper.

Ashley's parents are giving us some glass
and linen as part of a wedding present.

And the evening?

Ashley and I went up to a rugby
dinner in London.

Ashley got paralytic. He always does.

So I took him home to my flat in Chelsea.

What time was that?
About midnight.

And then?

Then we went to bed.

The next thing I knew
was the alarm going off at five

so that Ashley could go to the gallops.

How well do you know Julia Stevens, miss?

Never met her.

Are you sure?
Yes.

She told me you'd put her car
in the garage for her

last Wednesday.

She said you had to do it because
she was too ill to do it herself.

What can I say?

I've never even seen
Mrs Stevens or her car.

We know the car was used to take
your stepfather's body to the river.

If you say so.

You were driving it, weren't you?
I don't know where this mad idea
comes from.

Any objection to giving
us your fingerprints?

None whatever.

Look, if you got this from Mrs
Stevens,

Mum said she's been saying funny things this last week.
Getting words wrong,

people mixed up.

Thursday.

What were you doing Thursday

after you met me?
Went to Birmingham, like I told you.

What were you doing there?

Seeing a client.

I thought you'd given up all that.

I was saying goodbye to him.

What's his name?
I'd really rather not say.

But if you want proof
I went to Birmingham...

There was this man, tried to pick me
up in the buffet car.

He'll remember me.

Thanks.

We'll give him a call.

Meanwhile, if you wouldn't mind
coming to the station.

Is this all right?

Or should I change?

Darling!

We're going down the police station.

Coming?

What for? I thought I'd
answered all your questions.

I was at the office all day.

At least 20 people can confirm that.

There were 75 people at the dinner.

Can you give me the name of someone
at the club? Someone to confirm that

Yes.

Rhys Martin-Davies.

He's the secretary.

The number's 01816935019.

And afterwards, you went directly to
Chelsea?

You didn't go via Oxford?
Oxford?

Mrs Stevens actually killed Ted Brooks,

but it took more than one person
to wrap up his body

and manhandle it down to the river.

I wasn't capable of manhandling
a miniature poodle.

Honestly, when I get plastered...

Perhaps Miss Brooks left you
unconscious in the car while she...

I went to bed in Chelsea.
I woke up in Chelsea.

Kay brought me coffee at quarter past five.

How was she dressed?

She wasn't.

Fresh and clean from the bath, was she?
At a quarter past five in the morning.

We don't wear pajamas.

Either of us.

No-one under 40 wears a nightdress.

No-one I know.

I was practicing to be a good wife.
Getting my man off to work.

But as soon as he was out of the
flat, I went straight back to bed.

Can I have a word, sir?

Excuse me.

My pleasure.

He was plastered.
Pushing people in the swimming pool.

They were glad she took him home.

He's a bloody menace when he gets drunk.

Falls about and shouts... Then she
wouldn't have wanted him with her.

It was just the women, Lewis.

Let him go.

You hated Ted Brooks. You admit that?

With all my heart and soul.

Then why, when you knew he'd killed
a man you liked, loved even,

why didn't you go to the police?

He'd have got life.

Your mum and you would have been rid
of him for years.

Not without a trial.

I'd have had to give evidence.

Imagine the headlines.

"Kay Bonked As Ted Bashed."

Ashley's family would have loved it.

They made him leave Oxford, they'd have made
him leave me and sent him to the Philippines.

So you were prepared
to let a murderer go free...?

I wanted to start again.

To live as though the past
had simply never happened.

People can't do that.

So it seems.

So...

are you going to charge me
with failing to report a murder?

Why only one?

I'll be back later.

I know you people are used to getting
people to confess to things they didn't do.

But I won't. Never.

Kay can't have it both ways.

If what Mrs Stevens wrote in her
letter was true,

then so is what she said to me.

But you have no witness she said it.

She hadn't even been cautioned.
It'll never stand up in court.

Well, you can hold her for...

..accessory after the fact to
McClure's murder.

Only if we charge Brenda Brooks too.
Well, why not?

The CPS would never look at it.

Her solicitor would get Helena Kennedy,

or another of those women lawyers,
to defend her.

She'd say that she lived in terror
of her husband and show her scars.

No jury would convict her in a
million years.

Then one of the tabloids would offer
her several thousand pounds for her
story.

Pack of lies, you mean.

It would not be a good use of public
money, Lewis.

Well, what about the knife?
The business at the museum?

We know it couldn't have been
Kay or Brenda Brooks.

There must have been an accomplice.

Let's start making inquiries.

I will talk to the Super.

But I am very much afraid, Lewis,

this case is closed.

What?!
We know Brooks killed McClure.

And we have Mrs Stevens' confession

that she killed Brooks.
But the other two...

We have no evidence, Lewis!

We can question them again in the morning.

All right.

Yes, they can spend one night in the cells.

It's more than most criminals.

What's this? Are you losing
your grip, or what?

I think Mrs Stevens was
a very clever woman.

Cleverer than we are.

And cleverest of all by being dead.

REPORTER: Go on, give her a kiss.

Give her a kiss for the cameras.

REPORTER: Miss Brooks,
has your mother been released yet?

CROWD APPLAUDS

Welcome home.

Brenda, how are you doing?
I'm fine. Thank you.

Welcome home.
Thank you so much.

Thank you.
Lovely to see you.

We are not looking for anyone
further in the case of Dr McClure.

And the person who killed Ted Brooks

has since died, so...

So, no trial.

No trial.

No publicity.
So the appeal can go on as though...

You know what? We'll make it a
memorial appeal for Felix.

The old members will stump up even more.

I appreciate your concern
for justice, Lewis.

I appreciate it very much.

Justice is fundamentally
what our work's all about.

And, of course, we could
pursue our inquiries.

We always can. Almost ad infinitum.

There's the accomplice at the
museum, sir...

As you know, our resources are
extremely strained at the moment.

And there really doesn't seem to be
any point

in expending further time and money
on these two cases.

But the murderers are still walking
about out there!

I don't think so.

Accomplices possibly, but...

we'd never get a conviction.
But, sir, you can't...

This decision was taken at the
highest level

where reports of your work on it
have been most favorably received.

Two murders cleared up at minimal expense.

No costly trial.

Who knows, the powers that be
might well feel able

to unfreeze a promotion.

Inspectors will be as good as Chief Inspectors
soon so it'll be like a double promotion.

I don't think it's right, sir.

You think it over.

We need decent people
like you in the force.

Building their careers.
Going on to higher things.

People who understand
the real values of police work.

I'm not sure I want to stay, sir.
Not when things like this happen.

Lewis...

Sir?

Think about it.

And ask Morse to come and see me,
would you?

He's at the funeral.

Off to celebrate, Robbie?

Off bloody home!

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