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? Tape plays Ain't Misbehavin'

? No-one to talk with

? All by myself

? No-one to walk with

? But l'm happy on the shelf

? Ain't misbehavin'

? Savin' my love for you

? For you, for you

? For you

? l know for certain

? The one l love

? l'm through with flirtin'

? lt's you that l'm thinking of

? Ain't misbehavin'

? Saving my love for you

? Like Jack Horner

? ln the corner

? Don't go nowhere

? What do l care?

? Your kisses

? Are worth waitin' for

(Phone rings)

ANSWERPHONE: HeaIth, weaIth and
happiness. Leave a message, for God's sake.

(Beep)

(Dial tone)

? l don't stay out late

? l'm home about eight

? Just me and my radio

Well, there we are.

Cheerio!

(Song ends)

(Fizzing)

(Phone rings)

ANSWERPHONE:
HeaIth, weaIth and happiness.

Leave a message, for God's sake.

LEWlS: Good morning, sir.

Relaxing weekend, Lewis?

Yes, thanks, sir.

Just as well.

He's not too pleased with life today.

He's not going to be too pleased with me, either.

LEWlS: Tired, sir?

Yes.

- Why's that?
- Lack of sleep.

Have you tried pills?

No.

There's a lot of um...earth or something
under his fingernails.

A farmer? Gardener?

Big strong hands.

No identification.

�1 4 in his pocket.

Um...

lt's almost as if he just popped out for a minute.

Yeah. ln the middle of nowhere.

Quite.

He's been dead for a few days.

Well, he certainly hadn't ''popped'' here
on Friday.

There was a woman here,
walking her dog right past.

MORSE: And he certainly wasn't here
Saturday or Sunday.

LEWlS: How do you know?

lf you hadn't been to sunny Yorkshire
for the weekend, you'd know.

lt poured with rain here.

The body's dry. lt's been kept somewhere.

l was wondering, sir.

Any chance of a chat at some point?

Who with?

You and me.

l suppose so. What about?

Oh. Well...when we've got a bit more time.

(Knocks)

That's everything, apart from litter and stuff.

Well, go through the litter, as well.

That looks like a logo for something.

A garage.

CT Autos.

- How do you know?
- They service my car.

When we get there,
l'd like you to conduct the interview, Lewis.

Right.

Why, exactly?

(Geordie accent) Why, aye. But it doesn't mean
it's one of our customers. lt stands to reason.

- Well...yeah. That's right.
- Mind you, l can't be certain about that.

- Now, can l?
- No. Right. Hang on a minute.

lt may not be a customer here, sir.

They give a lot out as gifts.

lf it were a customer,
how would we find out which one? Ask him.

l heard you myself,
you cantankerous old bugger.

l know that one. lt'd be a different kind of story
if he wanted his car servicing in a hurry.

Never mind him at the minute.
He's not sleeping too well.

- lf it was a customer...
- Looking at that,

l'd say that that could be a bike key.

Possibly a motorcycle key, sir.

So, who are you?

Sir, l've found him.

He owned a Vincent Black Shadow.
His name is Harry Field.

LEWlS: After l finally found the right worksheet,
everyone remembered him perfectly.

l'm surprised you didn't know him, sir.

They reckon he was a bit of a character.

- Morning.
NElGHBOUR: Morning.

LEWlS: Do you know the man that Iives here?

Neighbour.

He knew Mr Field by sight.
He hadn't seen much of him.

He mentioned hearing a car in the small hours,
one morning last week.

A high-performance car, he thought.

Here's our man when he was very much alive.

Don't step there, that's acid.
Someone threw it at this painting.

l wonder who did that.

Whoever did it had a key. No break-in.

His jacket...

He doubtless expected to be wearing it again.

His paints...

Here we are again, Lewis.

Putting together the last moments
of a complete stranger's life.

Showing more concern for him
than we would when he was alive.

He wasn't our probIem when he was aIive,
was he?

WOMAN: It's me. I'm going to work.
My head feeIs Iike a bucket.

CaII if you're not coming back.

(Three beeps)

MAN: HeIIo, oId Iad.

What's this about whatshisname?

You were pretty tight when you rang, you know.

He's a shit of the first water,

as you know of oId.

Look, I don't want things to turn...

We shouId taIk when I...

(Beep)
WOMAN: Where the bIoody heII are you?

You said you'd be back yesterday.
I waited and I cooked something.

You...shit!

What do I have to do, eh?
CaII the poIice to find you?

(Beep)

l'm afraid the police have found him.

- Yes?
- Mrs Field?

Oh, no.

Drink.

l knew it would get him one way or the other.

I hope he was as drunk as a skunk.

l hope he didn't know what was happening.

God, why?

The last thing he heard from me
was me cursing him.

l don't think he ever heard that message,
Mrs Field. The tape hadn't been played back.

lt was because he'd phoned
to say he'd be back on Friday.

l waited.

l made something.

l was angry because l'd made the effort
and he hadn't.

How pathetic.

I reaIIy don't think he got that message.

l'll never really know, will l?

Not for certain.

lt'll give me something to think about.

When did you Iast see him?

Him.

l last saw him...

..one week ago yesterday.

The early hours of last Sunday.

He'd gone to the studio.

He couIdn't sIeep.

Too much brandy.

His heart was racing.

We'd been to a party.

A week ago.

l don't want to hear any details of the accident.

No description of the bike,
what happened to the other driver.

l just...

He was here.

Large as...

Mrs Field...

your husband wasn't involved in a road accident.

lt's a Vincent Black Shadow motorbike.

OAF...

7 49...

Well, black! What do you think?

We need to find it as soon as possible.

TAPE: HeIIo, oId Iad.

Look...what's this about whatshisname?

You were pretty tight when you rang, you know.

He's a shit of the first water,

as you know of oId.

Look, I don't want things to turn...

We shouId taIk when I...

MORSE: Who's that?

Harry's father.

He's away travelling in Spain.

Do you know who he's talking about?

No.

Someone seems to be phoning your husband
but not leaving any message.

- Would you have any idea...
- No.

Did anyone phone for him here on Sunday?

No.

So, you didn't see him for seven days?

Look, don't read anything into that.

We were like that.

Very Sixties even at 50, Harry used to say.

He used to like to keep going after some parties.

If he said, "It's going down weII tonight"
you knew you'd Iost him for a week.

He needed to go off sometimes.

''Drown the demon, darling.''

That's why,
when he actuaIIy teIephoned on Thursday,

l really expected him home the following day.

Did he say where he'd been?

No. It was an answerphone message
when I got home from work.

He just said,
''Hello. lt's me. l'll be back tomorrow.''

AII I couId do was curse him for not being.

God, how bloody...

suburban.

Why would someone
keep telephoning Harry's studio

and yet steadfastly refuse to leave a message?

lt could have been his dad
having difficulty getting through.

lf l'd tried to get through five times,
l'd have mentioned it.

And l'd have been annoyed.
He sounded quite relaxed.

Whoever kept ringing
needed to speak to Harry urgently.

Someone who would only speak to him
personally.

Of course, it might have been someone
wanting to make sure he wasn't there.

The jar of acid, yes. l was wondering about that.

Hey.

What do you notice about those?

No clothes on,

no clothes on...

- No clothes on.
- Yeah. Their faces, man.

It's aII the same person.

Oh, right. And no clothes on.

(Chuckles)

- Are you OK, sir?
- l think l might have got on with Harry Field.

I idIed my hours away
doing this sort of thing when I was a student.

What's that?

"Ventosa vere restabit."

As translated by Harry
for a Mr and Mrs Parker of Ohio,

as ''Springtime brings respite
from wintry storms.''

Really?

- Forensic report.
- ln Latin, the letter V is pronounced W.

And therefore, this motto would read:

When toes are weary, rest a bit.

He'd got it wrong, had he, sir?

No.

No, Lewis. He was making it up.

Joke geneaIogy.

HeraIdry.

lt seems Harry had a sideline.

''Felix noctu exponendus.''

(Laughs)

lt's the way you tell them, sir.

lt's translated for the Pfeiffers of Chicago as...

''Happy the man
daring to go out into the darkness.''

What's it reaIIy mean?

At night, put the cat out.

(Laughs)

He was a lad, wasn't he?

Yes. He certainIy enjoyed ajoke.

And he didn't like wearing a crash helmet, either.

(Subdued chatter)

Oh. You're early.

lt's habit, l'm afraid.

You did say 1 :00, didn't you?

Yes. Yes, l'm sorry.

Can you drink on duty?

l mean, is that all right?

l don't usually drink at lunch time.

Well, l don't drink much at all.

A weak head.

l don't like pubs.

We um...

We found this at the studio.

Oh.

l assume they were all phoney.

We were broke.

As needs must.

Well, what do they expect for �30
plus postage and packing?

We didn't make anything out of it.

Well, nothing to speak of.

Most of the money was exchanged for claret.

lt was Harry's idea.

He said it was what everybody wanted
deep down.

A feeling they had a history.

He gave them one.

Even if, in translation,
it meant ''sup up and have another''.

Did he sell much of his own work?

No.

Cleaning, restoration. Fag-end work, he called it.

He minded about that?

Of course he minded. He trained to be a painter.

How would you like to go back to point duty?

Who modeIIed for him?

No-one. He couldn't afford it.

HeIIo, HeIen.

EarIy Iunch today?

Yes.

We...found his crash helmet in the studio.

Oh.

l see from the police computer
he was once fined for not wearing one.

That was years ago.

God, haven't you got anything better
to keep on record?

25 quid and warned not to do it again.

He asked the court if he could wear a turban
and claim to be a Sikh.

He used to sneak out Iike a schooIboy
and bIaze around on it after dark.

The reason l mention it is because
he was found in the middle of nowhere.

He could have ridden there,
but we haven't found the bike.

Do you have any idea
where he might have been going?

- Or who he might have been meeting?
- No.

l told you.

When did you visit the studio last?

We went to pick up some wine for the party.
Saturday night.

- He kept it aII the way out there, did he?
- Well, he drank it.

He didn't happen to check
his answering machine, did he?

There were no messages.

How do you know?

The Message Received Iight wasn't on.

You remember that clearly?

l'll never forget it now, will l?

Harry looked at the machine and said...

''There, you see? Nobody loves me.''

l...received a forensic report this morning.

lt um...

WeII, it contradicts some of the information
you gave me.

What do you mean?

The telephone call you say you received

- from Harry on Thursday evening.
- Say l received?

l wish l hadn't wiped the bloody tape.

So do I.

According to my forensic report,

Harry had been dead four days by then.

HeaIth, weaIth

and happiness.

Leave a message, for God's sake.

(Beep)

How does a dead man telephone his wife?

A tape recording.

Made by who?

A person, or persons, unknown.

But how?

l was rather hoping you'd have a few ideas.

Well, one springs to mind.

Mrs Field never got a call from him.

Why should she lie about it?

I don't know yet.

But Forensic's got no reason to lie to us,
have they?

l wouldn't have thought so.

Do you know what l always do
after l've had my car serviced, Lewis?

Probably go for a drink.

l do.

l go for a run in it and l stop for a drink.

lt's a very satisfying, pleasurable thing to do.

And didn't the perceptive Gordon at the garage

say that Harry was unusually sober
when he picked up his motorcycle?

He'd have wanted a drink.

He would also have wanted
to try out his motorcycle.

He didn't wear a crash helmet,
which means that he went out after dark.

''Lignum...

crucis arbor scientiae..."

The wood of the cross is the tree of knowledge.

That's not terribly funny, is it?

lt's not, sir.

l'd say...

Harry went to a pub.

Where?

MORSE: WeII, he'd want to be far enough
out of town so he couId enjoy his ride in peace,

but not too far, in case he had to wobbIe home.

lt's a tribute to country living.

- What, sir?
- The fact that the bike is still here.

The next question is, how did Harry
get from here to where we found him?

- Afternoon.
- Afternoon, sir.

Did you report it?

OFFlCER: I came across it, sir.

Ah.

How long has it been here?

Oh, er...

since...since a week ago yesterday.

l was going to report it.

You were probably very busy.

Lewis.

Do you know this man?

(Thunder rumbles)

''Was going to report it.''

Ah, he had his eye on it for himself.

Three months unclaimed,
and then have it for his own.

Harry certainly didn't leave that bike by choice.

Something happened here.

Could he keep it as unclaimed lost property?

Don't insurance companies
stop looking after three months?

But surely it would still be theft.

What does PACE say about it?

PACE, sir?

The Police And Criminal Evidence Act.

lt's on your desk.

When a ClD sergeant
starts reading that particular publication,

it can mean one of two things.

He hasn't got enough work to do,

or his wife wants him to be an inspector.

Well...

who goes first?

Me, l suppose.

Look, sir, l don't want you to think for a minute
that l'm unhappy with my work.

No, no. l hadn't thought that.

l didn't want to talk about it
until we'd had a chance for a natter, you know.

l mean, l really would value your opinion.

About being sent back into uniform?

l don't think it's thought of
like that any more, actually.

I want to get on, sir.

l mean, obviously,
there's the money side of things, as well.

What with the kids growing up... They're
spending a fortune every time you turn round.

lnflation going up all the time. Well, you know.

And I want a bit of responsibiIity.

ln the Traffic Division.

Are there enough patrolmen on the bypass?

ls the one-way system
working well enough on market days?

- lt's a challenge.
- Aye.

- l was expecting something like this.
- Through flow of vehicles. That sort of thing.

ls that what you want to do?

l might not pass the exam.

Even if l did, it could be months
before there's a promotion vacancy.

The thing is, sir,
I have to have your recommendation.

What I need to know is...

Do you think l'm good enough
to be recommended for promotion?

l'm sorry to tell you, Lewis,

that the answer to that...

..is yes.

Thank you, sir.

(Ringing)

MAN: HeaIth, weaIth and happiness!

Um...l was...

caIIing Mrs FieId.

Hold on, old lad. Helen!

A strange man on the phone.

(Thumping beat)

Yes?

Mrs Field, it's Morse.

lt's the wake.

Harry left �1 ,000 for the bar bill.

Come over. Everybody else has.

Um...

Right.

Right. Thank you.

Orange juice for the shot-liver brigade,
vodka for those who don't care!

- Freddie, are you on or off tonight?
- Off. For good. Thanks for nothing.

Any more for any more?

MAN: Hi. Do come in. Good evening.

HELEN: Over here.

- Drink?
- Please. Scotch.

Tony. Scotch.

Come on.

They all come out for a party.

Thank you.

Chelsea Arts Club ball.

New Year's Eve, 1 969.

See the cigarettes in his hand?

He'd just wandered the length of the King's Road
looking for those.

Dressed as a chicken?

Dressed as a chicken.

l only smoked Consulate then.

He went into four pubs before he found them.

Cool as a mountain stream?
He was sweating like a bull when he got back.

- Bloody idiot.
- I need the adaptor for the video.

l used it on the drill last time.

- Got everything?
- Yes.

Tony's one of Harry's oldest friends.

You're looking particularly lovely tonight, ma'am.

Pass the sick bag, Alice.

Mr Doyle is a teacher, isn't he?

Yes.

But his wife has the lolly.

Lots of jewellery shops.

FREDDlE: She's a semi-invaIid.

Nerves, more than anything.

The onIy thing Harry wanted him for
was to cover his overdraft.

The password is health, wealth and happiness.

Do you know it?

ls...is Mr Morse here, please?

Oh, sure! Come in.

Would you tell him Lewis is here?

l'll be...

Harry and l were at this wine festival in Cahors...

Yes. l've been there.
There's a wonderful bridge across the river.

MAN: Freddie!
- Yes, all right...

Well...

Anyway, Harry - this is a terribly amusing story -

Lewis?

l phoned in. They said you'd come here.

l er...brought my car, sir.

Thank you, Lewis.

Anything useful?

Not really. There's a man called Tony Doyle...

Oi! You wanted to know about Harry.

Come and see him. He's on TV.

HeIIo, pIaymates.

All right, quiet, everyone!

No speeches. No messages for the worId
on this auspicious occasion.

We have Tony DoyIe on camera.

Oh, God! Was that only a year ago?

Tony! l don't want this on.

Come on, love. Everybody wants to see him.

FREDDlE: No, no. Come on.
Not if HeIen doesn't want to.

JULlA: Let's not upset Miss you-know-who.
- Shut up, Jules. Helen, come on.

All have a good laugh at me next.

HARRY: Oh, God, he's back. Tony...

Tony...

Don't give him any more to drink.

Tony DoyIe on camera.

My BosweII... Oh, I've said that. Have I said that?

Right, now.

Where's my wife?

(Cheering)

PIucked from the suburbs.

My angeI from IIford.

The man that HeIen thought was caIIed Joan.

Joan Mir�.

SiIIy ass meaning bugger aII.

Steady, Tony.

It couId have been our fortune, you know.
There you are.

250 grand for that in New York.

Eh, Tony? Even you couId knock
a few of those out, couIdn't you?

OnIyjoking, Tony. OnIyjoking.

I Iove him reaIIy.

What did you say, Dad?

CarefuI.

(Glass breaks)

Please God, l never end up in that state.

l have a feeling you won't, Lewis.

Was he as you expected? Harry?

More bitter, l think.

JULlA: Yes, I did.

l bloody did.

Time to go home, l think,
before the furniture goes over.

- Julia, darling, l think you ought to go home too.
- No.

l bloody loved him.

- Julia...
- He talked to me more than he ever did her.

He was lonely.

WOMAN: Oh, beIt up! Just beIt up.
- People, people. Come on, come on.

- Julia, sit down.
- Tony...

Mr Dynamic.

Harry once said meeting you
was like shaking hands with an empty glove.

Fancy a feel, do you, Tone?

Was it something l said?

Got a drink?

l...l don't seem
to have been without one all evening.

Well, it's a party, isn't it?

Everybody got a good look at me
when l was younger.

Matisse.

The only thing Harry could think of at the time.

As he always said, wait for inspiration
and all you get's an overdraft.

Everything Harry did is like something else,
like some other painter.

Bingo.

He used to sign himself A Totter sometimes.

That's how he felt about it.

No style of his own.

Good at parties, though.

Dead or alive.

Helen...

Yes, Morse?

Did he forge anything?

l'll come quiet, guv.

What a Bonnie and CIyde
you'II think we were, Morse,

old lad.

The evidence...

A Whistler.

(Whistles)

What's the sentence?

The next 20 years by myself?

Well, there they all are.
The friends of Harry Field.

Some friends.

There's a lot of backbiting going on.

Nobody had a good word for Tony Doyle.

He played the host a lot, didn't he?

lt crossed my mind there might be...

..you know.

lt crossed mine, too.

Ah. Morning.

How are you?

Tired.

l know the feeling.

Tried pills?

- l hate pills.
- Same here.

lt's good of you to see me so early, lan.

Oh, l'm always in early.

To make sure
they haven't axed the course overnight.

That's why l can't sleep, l'm sure it is.

l need your opinion on this. lt's um...

Well, you see what you think.

Oh. Glad to.

Come on.

Yes...

- What's it supposed to be?
- It's a WhistIer.

A variation on The GoIden Screen.

Who told you that?

You haven't bought this, have you?

lt isn't a Whistler?

No...no. It's...it's...it's...

lt's terrible. lt'd never pass for a Whistler.

Clearly, the painter was no forger, then.

WeII, certainIy not a good one.

It's been sort of...

chucked together.

A rather duff pastiche. Where did you get it?

At a wake.

l'm not surprised.

(School bell rings)

(Class chants Latin)

LEWlS: I aIways used to enjoy art at schooI.

lt beat maths.

lt's a touch-and-go sort of life, isn't it, painting?

Did you never fancy
doing it professionally, yourself?

What do you mean?

- Like Mr Field did.
- Mr Field cIeaned paintings for a living.

l got the impression he was a bit of a guru,

the way people used to flock around him.

He was a cabaret act.

Much money in cleaning pictures, is there?

l wouldn't know. l don't have to do it.

l saw some of his paintings.

He was very good, wasn't he?

He has a style that appeals to you,
does he, Sergeant?

You wouldn't have much time for it, l guess.

What with the marking
and all you teachers have to do.

You share the view of Bernard Shaw
and Harry Field, do you, Sergeant?

Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.

Ah, that's what he said about you, was it?

You wouldn't happen to know
who this model is, would you?

No.

He painted her a lot.

lt could be a face in a magazine.
He copied so much.

- Did he, now?
(Knocking)

Oh!

Ooh...l've picked up a bit of stuff!

Well, l hope it was a good wake.

He would have been delighted.

l'm sure he was delighted.

Have l started to get God suddenly?

Er, no, sorry. Outside, please.

ls it Mr Field?

That's right, old son.

l'm Detective Sergeant Lewis.

Hm.

Do you have children?

l do, sir.

You will take care with his work, won't you?

Oh, we will.

- l'm very sorry, sir.
- I had to come here.

Get...

near to him for a little while.

He was always very good to the Smith family.

Any ideas who hated him enough
to want to kill him?

Oh, dear.

Every picture tells a story.

Sir,

there was a message from you
on your son's answering machine.

- Was there?
- Something about a shit of the first water.

- Ha.
- Who wouId that have been?

Don't know.

There's so many about these days.

l have to go AWOL rather a lot these days.

lt's so depressing having to look at it.

God, l hate orange juice.

And apple.

You saw quite a bit of Harry, didn't you?

l owned Aladdin's cave.
''Your wish is my command, O Harry.''

- It was usuaIIy onIy a discount he wanted.
- He didn't mention a new commission, did he?

Not to me. Mind you, he was canny
about giving me that sort of info.

l might have asked for payment of his bill.

lt was probably a large landscape.

Really?

He might well have been commissioned.
He wouldn't do that sort of thing from choice.

He hated landscapes.

But if the money was right...

He preferred people.

I used to teII him he painted them weII
because he Iiked them.

He told me l was a sentimental old bugger.

Let's go and toast him.

Thanks.

What do you think?

- lt's good.
- ReaIIy?

ls it as dry as you...

lt is. Dry.

- Lightish.
- Lightish. Yes.

Good.

Harry loved it.

l noticed he had a case or two.

Le Grand Cru.

A Rolls-Royce taste on a Mini income.

l bet that's pretty firm, isn't it?

lt is.

Good finish.

Very good.

So...

where did Harry get his money?

Oh, he always pulled something out of the hat.
He sailed close to the wind all the time.

l practically had to put a leash on him
when we were at that wine festival at Cahors.

l dread to think what he spent after l went.

- He stayed on?
- Yes. 10 days or so.

A break.

He did some painting.

Who did he paint?

How do you mean?

You said he hated landscapes.

Lignum crucis arbor scientiae.

Hello, Harry.

l got your note.

TANNOY: The train now arriving at pIatform 2
is for London Paddington, stopping at Reading.

The train now arriving...

Hiya.

- ls he not in yet?
- He's been and gone.

- Gone where?
- London.

Well, he never told me.

You can sit in here and study PACE for a bit.

Keep the loo free for the rest of us.

You're a wag, aren't you, Taylor?

You didn't tell me you were going to London.

We're not joined at the hip, Lewis.

Sorry.

lt was just the thought. l couldn't sleep.

l've got something to show you, Lewis.

l almost turned into a detective today.

l had an idea about the girl in the paintings.

l recognised the tower in one of them,
the one where she's being lifted into the air.

l thought maybe the houses in the picture
were where she lived.

When l got there,
the place was nothing like the picture.

Painters have an annoying habit of painting
what they see, rather than what's actually there.

Doyle reckoned
Harry had copied her out of a magazine.

lt's odd he should paint her so often.

l thought that.

Almost obsessively, you could say.

Mm.

He once told his wife he'd been a forger,
but l'm reliably informed he didn't have the skill.

But he was up to something.

l went to the College of Arms in London.

Lignum crucis arbor scientiae.

l thought it was a little ponderous
to be one of Harry's own.

l spoke to a gentleman
known as the Blue Mantle pursuivant.

Really?

He's a herald.

The motto was taken by the Fitzwilliam family
of Oxford in 1 437.

Their house was burnt down in 1 734,

the new home was built in 1 750.

Harry was just beginning a painting of it.

Now the Fitzwilliams are long gone,

but, oddly enough, the present owner
is a customer of Classic Touring Autos.

Paul Eugene Eirl.

And 300 yards
from where Harry's motorcycle was found

is the back of the estate.

? MOZART: Piano Concerto K450

Why don't you get yourself a proper job?

LEWlS: George Drummond...

- What are you doing here?
- Not wearing a Iong hat

and not getting spat at.

- How are you doing?
- AII right.

How's Iife on the outside?

A fancier uniform
and l know what time l'll be home.

OId grumpyjust went in.

What's it about?

- Oh, you know.
- No.

Nice house.

Oh, weII...you're in Iuck.

He's flogging it.

8.2 million he wants for it.

Not bad for a pIace
he normaIIy onIy uses twice a year.

Christmas, and the week before Wimbledon.

- Qui est cet homme?
- C'est un inspecteur. Mr Morse.

Mr Morse.

Paul Eirl. Sorry to keep you waiting.
We were racing.

He went off the road.

- Or was he pushed?
- Carl!

Carl, hol mir ein Band-Aid f�r Herr McMill.

What can l do for you?

- l'm trying to trace...
- Nimm Herr McMill und hilf ihm.

l'll be there in a second.

Sorry.

l'm trying to trace the last movements
of a man called Harry Field.

Get a drink, Roge.

Who?

Harry Field.

Do you know anyone of that name?

No.

He appears to have been
about to start work on a painting of this house.

He was a professional painter.

l wondered
whether he'd been commissioned by you.

Mm.

The last time someone in my family

commissioned a picture of a house
was my grandfather.

The painter was C�zanne.

You know C�zanne.

l have a photograph of the man.

(Phone rings)

lt rings no bells.

SECRETARY: T�I�phone.

- Simon Collyer.
- J'arrive,j'arrive.

He may have been nearby last week.
Were you at home?

Only on Monday.

We were in Z�rich and er...

- O� est-ce qu'on �tait la semaine derni�re?
- Z�rich on Tuesday. Wednesday at the house.

Not Christchurch. My own house in France.

Thursday in London.

With your Minister for the Arts.

On Friday, I fIew to ScotIand with friends.

As you see, very busy life.

Sorry. l can't help you.

Could l show this photograph to your staff?

ls it very important? They are busy.

l'm investigating a murder, sir.

Near here?

Well...

the body was found 1 5 miles away,
but the victim's motorcycle was found nearby.

Oh, l see.

A Vincent Black Shadow.

A classic.

(Footsteps)

l was waiting for you, sir.

Paul Eirl.
He only used Classic Touring Autos twice.

He wasn't introduced to them by Harry Field.
There's no connection there.

And when Mrs Field
says she got Harry's message,

EirI was in London.

- With the Minister for the Arts.
- Yeah.

Why Eirl's house?

The paintings...l don't...

Well, he could have just copied it
from a magazine, like he did the girl.

The house exists, Lewis.

The girI doesn't.

(Strange huffs)

Why are these do's
always on the hottest night of the year?

Robes and uniforms
impress the honoured guests, sir.

And they help disguise the begging bowls.

That's the Chancellor's area of expertise,
not mine.

So, what was it?

Sergeant Lewis, sir.

- What about him?
- He wants to try for promotion.

Well, l'm not surprised.

l was wondering if he'd necessarily have to go
to another division if he passed his examination.

- Well, l imagine he'd want to.
- Why?

Well...

What?

WeII, Iet's face it, Morse, he doesn't
get much change out of you, does he?

l'm amazed he's stayed so long,
the way you talk to him.

How do l talk to him?

WeII...

ln your way, l suppose.

Dismissively.

Nonsense.

WeII, you know best, don't you?

You've had a very good officer there, Morse.

There are not too many like Lewis.

You'II miss him.

StiII...

it's his Iife, isn't it?

(Tyres screech)

ls this malt too peaty for you?

l'm getting the hang of it.

Driving?

No. l got a lift from the Chief Superintendent.

He's going to the Chancellor's do.

Oh, your friend Eirl's probably there.

You know he's talking about donating
two million to finance a new chair?

No, l didn't know that.

A lot of gowns have been washed and ironed
since that was announced.

Anyway, there aren't a lot of photographs.

lt's been one of the finest
Renaissance collections never seen.

Eirl's father was...

circumspect about who saw what.

Dodgy provenance
about all the stuff acquired during the war.

Read ''Nazi loot''.

Anyway, these are what l'll want to see
if the collection ever does get here.

AbsoIuteIy wonderfuI.

Absolutely priceless.

What is it?

lt, Morse, is the only known portrait
of Giovanni Bellini by Albrecht D�rer.

Tempera on panel.

Do you know, it had been
in Eirl's father's collection for years

before someone had the presence of mind
to clean it and they discovered what they'd got.

- When was that?
- Oh...forty-odd years ago.

Eirl's father gloated over the collection

for the rest of his Iife.

ls Eirl selling this?

No.

lt's his father's memorial.

No, he's...

he's offering to lease it to this country
for 1 0 years.

All he's asking in return is five million.

Tiepolo by the yard.

It's a superb coIIection.

But would a quarter of a million people a year
pay �2 each to see it?

The Eirl lobby in Whitehall says yes.

- Who is she?
- Jane Marriot.

l tried to reach you last night.

l was studying the Renaissance.

lt's a pity the bloke who built this lot didn't.

Oh, er...good work, Lewis.

Very good.

Jane Marriot?

(Baby cries)

She won't have it.

- Sit down.
- No. l'm fine.

Who told you about me?

My sergeant found you

from one of Harry's paintings.

(Crying continues)

She'll shut up in a minute.

Was it the booze that kiIIed him?

A fall.

What, drunk?

Poor old Harry.

How did you meet him?

Through my teacher at school. Tony Doyle.

They're mates.

I done some...

l shouldn't say, really. l was only 1 5.

Well, it was all right, really.

l did some posing for Tony.

Some photos for his work.

Well, he said they were.

Harry saw some of them. He wanted to paint me.

He paid me. He was aII right.

How did you...

- get on with Harry?
- Great.

He done some really nice pictures.

My mum's got one up in her house.

Do you have any of them?

No.

Have you seen any of them?

Yes.

You've seen me stripped, then.

His wife must be upset.

Yes.

Did you ever meet her?

No.

He talked about her a lot.

l don't think she could have kids. Lucky.

Why did he paint you so often?

l was his model.

Did he ever mention someone called Eirl?

Who?

Did you ever meet Harry?

No.

He was...

He was very generous.

A really nice man.

He told great jokes.

Well...

you'll always have

a happy memory of him.

Yeah.

Poor bloke.

He made me look better than l am, didn't he?

He did me a right favour there.

Tony Doyle does know her.

- Why lie?
- l don't like to think about it.

Well done, Lewis - finding her.

Are you all right, sir?

Depressed.

? MOZART: Piano Concerto K450

(Clock chimes)

Hello, lan.

Ah! Good morning.

l've got to go and be presented.

Sponsorship for next year's course.

He dropped a hint at the ChanceIIor's bash
there might be a IittIe something for us.

l can't help thinking it's all PR balls.

Go and work your charm, lan.

lt's not charm they want, Morse. lt's obedience.

Woof. Woof!

? BACH: St Matthew Passion: ln Tears Of Grief

Hello?

Hello. Mr Field?

That's how we remember them best.

Young and happy.

l've been...storing some of his old gear.

Table tennis.

Fancy a game, Lewis, old son?

(Bell tolls)

lan Matthews found me this.

C�zanne's painting of Eirl's home in France.

ApparentIy, they seII for 80p.

Very nice.

lt's 30km from the town of Cahors.

That's where Harry Field went last year
for the wine festival.

lnteresting, isn't it?

l saw Harry's dad.

l had a game of table tennis with him.

He used to play a lot with Harry.

He kept the table. He beat me, actually.

Paul Eirl's name meant nothing to him.

He says Harry would have mentioned Eirl to him
if he'd known him. They were very close.

Tony Doyle's name touched a nerve, though.
He didn't like him at all.

- Nor did Harry.
- Did he say why?

Yeah. Suburban.

Huh. Fairly damning.

l've been wondering
about the money Doyle kept lending Harry.

Why would Doyle do that?

lf he was having an affair with Helen Field,
it could be conscience, l suppose.

Harry knew about Doyle's taste in teenage girls.

And was blackmailing him? No, not Harry's style.

l think Doyle's still at it.

Really?

Blackmail wasn't Harry's style.

Anyway, what sort of money
are we talking about? �20 here, �50 there.

Over a long period of time, though,
from what people say.

Yes, but even so...

Harry probably resented
having to borrow from Doyle at all.

lf you don't know your wife's having an affair,

your friend's loans
must seem annoyingly generous.

So, how did Harry afford his Grand Cru wines?

People like Harry just do, Lewis.

Not everyone has a jar for the gas,
a jar for the rent...

Did you know Doyle's wife's very wealthy?

From a long line of jewellers.

That's how he can afford to run an Aston Martin
on a schoolteacher's salary.

And the car heard outside Harry's studio
in the early hours of the morning

sounded like a specialist car.

Powerful engine.

Possibly Paul Eirl's Ferrari.

But then Paul Eirl
wasn't having an affair with Harry's wife.

Doyle isn't a killer.

(Ringing)

HeIIo.
This is the number for Harry and HeIen FieId.

Sorry not to be about.
Leave a message after the tone.

(Beep)

Hello. This is Harry. l'll be home tomorrow.

HeIIo.
This is the number for Harry and HeIen FieId.

Sorry not to be about.
Leave a message after the tone.

(Beep)

HeIIo. This is Harry. I'II be home tomorrow.

They're saying it must've been kids.

Why not spontaneous combustion?

Why not the wrath of God?

(Phone rings)

ANSWERPHONE: HeIIo.
I'm afraid PauI EirI can't take your caII.

If you'd Iike to Ieave your name and number,
he'II get back to you as soon as possibIe.

(Beep)

Sir.

- Hello, Lewis.
- l've looked into Harry Field's bank account.

He wasn't broke.

An �1 8,000 cash deposit in June this year.

Unfortunately, no corresponding withdrawal
from Tony Doyle's account.

l said Harry wasn't a blackmailer.

A bit of a dark horse about his finances, though.

l wonder if Paul Eirl
was in England during June.

He usually comes over
the week before Wimbledon.

George Drummond, the security man, told me.

What would Eirl give Harry 1 8,000 quid for?

Certainly not for a painting of the house.

C�zanne didn't earn that much.

And he was good at landscapes.

lt would have taken Harry two minutes,
drunk or sober, to get from the pub to here,

across the field to the house.

A surprise visit?

lt's possible, Lewis. Possible.

What was Harry doing here?

And why should a hut in the remote part
of the estate suddenly burst into flames?

l suspect that's where
they hid Harry's body for a week,

and that's why he was dry when we found him.

l think we should speak to Mr Eirl again.
Formally, this time.

l want a search warrant.

l want to see Eirl and his staff.

Right, sir.

Right now, l want a drink.

(Car horn blares)

(Alarm sounds)

Why was he alone?

lt wasn't unusual.
He often went out to do things alone.

Meet people?

People you knew nothing about?

l don't know.

- Were you over here in June?
- Yes.

Wimbledon.

(Phone rings)

How many extension telephones are there here?

Why?

Um...

Here, Paul's office, the bedrooms.

A copy of the C�zanne.

A copy. Of course.

(Remembers his recording)
HeIIo. This is Harry. I'II be home tomorrow.

(Tape rewinding)

Mr Eirl mentioned Harry Field to me.

Did you know him well?

My English...

l cannot...

Du wirst mir antworten.

Es kommt auf dich an.

- Anything?
- No.

Forensic think some sort of spike was used.

Severed the spinal cord.

More accuracy than force, they said.

And that skid mark on the road's 30 feet long.

He must have braked pretty hard for something.

- We should look at the...
- The burnt-out hut. Already told them, sir.

Right. Good, Lewis. Very good.

- Morse.
- Morning, sir.

We've got a very important corpse on our hands.

Yes. l preferred him as a suspect.

Here...

What's this about you putting your papers in?

Who told you that tale?
l'm thinking about trying for promotion.

Look, l'm busy.

Any chance of putting in a word for me
with Morse?

- About what?
- Replacing you.

Excuse me.

- l had a meeting with him.
MORSE: Sergeant Lewis!

Aye. Well, l'm afraid it's off, sir.

How long has your firm been retained
to lobby on behalf of Paul Eirl?

We've been on this particular project
for about a year.

lt was all very much under wraps
until three months ago.

l think The Guardian got hold of it first.

How was he to work for?

Charming. Uncompromising.

How were you doing for him?

Well, we had the Minister for the Arts
seriously considering the proposition.

We had a couple of tame MPs we retain
pressing for it.

ln Parliament?

Well, certainly in the corridors of that building.
That's why l've stayed on here.

There's some correspondence
l really should retrieve.

Actually, five million pounds
to hire such a wonderful collection

was really rather a good deal
for the good old British taxpayer.

- You've seen it, then?
- No. No.

l just had to sell the idea of it coming here.

l'm sure the good old British taxpayer

would be delighted to save Mr Eirl
the cost of housing and insuring it.

They were getting the chance to see it, though.

Not if they lived in Newcastle.

(Sniffs)

What is that?

Lavatory cleaner.

lt's been more than cleaned, Lewis.

lt's been disinfected.

Harry Field.

Did you scrub the car clean after he'd been in it?

He's lying.

Eirl's secretary's organised a solicitor for him.

He's coming up from London.

And he's just sitting there waiting to be released.

We won't get a word out of him.
He's too much to lose.

Well, how many people do you think it took
to throw a body over that bridge?

First you want my job, now my office.

- Fancy my jacket, do you?
- l was just showing somebody in.

Mr McCabe.
A solicitor for the German bloke you've got.

Oh, and er...Vodafone called for you.

Getting a car phone?

Yeah. For my Ferrari.

Are you the investigating officer?

One of them.

lf you'd like to wait in reception...

l don't think so. l've driven up from London
for this. Has he been charged?

- No.
- Do you intend to charge him?

l couldn't say.

Then perhaps l should remind you
that under the provision of the Police

- And CriminaI Evidence...
- You don't have to remind me. lt's in my pocket.

The Vodafone bill, sir.

One call listed from that car phone
on the day Harry was last seen.

Guess where they phoned.

To the house. Eirl's own number.

Right.

At 20:57, a time when Harry
could easily have been in the area.

The secretary assures me
that Eirl didn't go out at all that day.

So why would he go to the garage,

pick up the car phone
and phone his own home 1 00 yards away?

lf Harry had tried the front gate,
security would have stopped him.

Coming in via the fields
would have brought him out near the garage.

Now, what if Eirl
and our silent German, Carl, saw him?

What? Confrontation? Demands?

Or placatory words from Eirl, more likely.

Harry's message to his wife was recorded
and phoned to her four days after he died.

If you heard your wife's recorded message,

you'd assume you were speaking to your home.

But l think he was speaking to a tape
in Eirl's office,

1 00 yards away.

lf l'm right, Harry Field
phoned in the alibi for his own murder.

We'll never prove that, sir.

Not unless Harry speaks to us
from beyond the grave.

Oops.

Do you want a drink?

No, thank you.

l don't usually at this time, but...

Did Tony Doyle throw acid

over Harry's work?

A car was heard in the earIy hours,
near the studio.

The acid attack

was a petty, vindictive act, in my opinion.

Ooh.

Character assessment and accusations.

Tony didn't kill Harry,
if that's what you're driving at.

- He wouIdn't have been capabIe.
- Oh, that was loaded.

Why don't you ask Tony?

My sergeant will be doing that.

Oh, separate interrogations, eh, guv?

You've probably been talking
to Maddie, or Freddie, or Julia,

or one of the other bloody diminutives.

- SuperciIious bunch, aren't they?
- Are they?

You don't have to be a gentleman about it,
Morse. l know what they think.

Did they teII you Harry was impotent,
by any chance?

No-one said anything.

Oh, well, l expect they said it was my tubes,
or something.

We had a bit of an upsy-downsy marriage,
Harry and l.

Yes, I know.

Oh, good. l'm glad you know, too.

The more the merrier.

Sorry, Morse.

It'sjust very hard to...

You'll have guessed about my...

heady romance with Mr DoyIe.

We...

packed it in some time ago.

He didn't want to risk being thrown out
and losing the house and Aston Martin.

Harry knew.

Tony was aIways Iending him money.

Harry said he felt like a pimp,
he might as well behave like one.

No, Tony didn't chuck the acid.

l did.

You'll have seen my portrait at the studio.

Which one?

The one with the hole punched through it.
Which do you think?

Harry did it.

After we'd been to Tony's party.

He knew how much it meant to me.

That's why he did it, I suppose.

He just grabbed it off the wall there and took it.

He'd seen me laughing with Tony at the party.

l'd like to think he was jealous,

but it was probably just the brandy.

l phoned Tony, asked him to get it back for me.

He went to the studio, reaIised he might get
the same treatment as the painting,

and drove straight back.

My Lancelot.

So...

Monday night, 1 1 :30, drunk,

I waIked into the studio and did the dirty deed.

Just to show it wasn't aII one-way traffic.

And a week later,
you arrived and told me he was dead.

l always thought...

Harry and l would have time
to agree terms for peace

before our old age.

lt's always later than you think, isn't it?

? No-one to taIk with

? AII by myseIf

? No-one to waIk with

? But I'm happy on the sheIf

? Ain't misbehavin'

? Savin'my Iove for you

? For you

Thank you, darling.

(Car reversing)

(Doorbell rings)

MRS DOYLE: Tony! Tony, where are you?

There's someone at the door.

Tony!

Bellini...

Matisse.

Goya.

He never could paint heads on nudes.

Just like your chap.

Manet...

Bonnard...

lngres.

And Magritte.

A D�rer-esque hand lifting her up.

It's caIIed Dangerous ReIationships.

Why did he choose that picture?

Hm?

All these pictures of her lovingly painted,
until the last one.

Something changed his mind about her.

- Hello, sir.
- Hello.

lt wasn't Doyle - the acid.

- l know.
- Mrs Field?

Yes.

Did he teII you that?

Yeah. He couldn't wait to clear himself.

MORSE: Her LanceIot.

l think Harry was right about that gentleman.

He also confirmed their alibi
for the night Harry died.

Doyle and Mrs Field booked a double room

at the BeverIey House HoteI,
checked out the next morning.

Ah.

Who painted this one?

That's his wife. Harry painted it, l suppose.

l doubt it.

lt's rather good.

Real old conventional art school stuff, you know.

Harry had no time for other painters.

The house is full of his work and no-one else's.

So, who would he respect enough?

Who would mean enough to him?

Mr Field?

Ch�teau Lafitte '28.

Happy days, before life became complicated.

That's Harry's mother.

And a young boy growing up to be murdered.

Sir?

WeII, weII...

A C�zanne with a Citro�n.

Paul Eirl's home.

We've been studying the wrong paintings
and the wrong painter, Lewis.

We've been admiring your work, Mr Field.

- What?
- This is Chief lnspector Morse, Harry.

Oh! Ah, thank you.

The portrait of Helen.

Mm. Yeah, Helen.

And of Harry.

And his mother.

Yes.

Harry loves...

loved that picture of the two of them.

He tried many times to copy it.

Get her back.

- The copy of the C�zanne you have...
- Pastiche.

Of course.

Something composed of parts borrowed.
Your work?

A long time ago.

So you knew Paul Eirl.

Very briefly.

Two golden rules of forging, Mr...Morse.

Spontaneity, and never do Raphael.

Spontaneity was something...

Harry simply didn't have in his work.

He tried too hard.

GentiIe BeIIini by Giovanni BeIIini.

Or is it?

MORSE: You've studied it?

l have indeed.

Would it be foolish to suggest
it's not unlike the D�rer painting

of Giovanni Bellini in the Eirl collection?

They were brothers.

There would be a family likeness.

l was thinking of the composition.

Oh! A compliment to the master.

D�rer admired Bellini greatly.

The collection will still come to this country.

The Eirl Foundation will get their five million.

Ah...l think that very unlikely.

Why?

Because the D�rers were manufactured.

By the late Oliver lrwin, MA, and me,

for Eirl's father, in 1 946!

How do you know any of them are real?

Because you are told!

lt is a matter of trust.

l think we should go.

We'll wind it up here.

ln the presence of an uncertain Bellini!

lrwin and l worked for Eirl's father...

..at the house near Cahors,

restoring, cleaning.

The old man admired our work.

Our paint didn't die the moment it hit the canvas.

And one afternoon, he brought in
some 1 5th-century wooden altarpieces,

none of them of any great interest.

Most were on poplar, some on lime, but...

But...

it led to a discussion about religious painting.

To painters who travelled widely,
and, inevitably, to D�rer's Bellini.

EirI reaIIy encouraged this.

lt was logical.

D�rer was a great admirer of Bellini,

sought to meet him.

He couId have painted him. ShouId have.

One could say he was remiss not to.

We...

corrected his omission.

The paint Irwin made up
stank Iike a fruit-and-vegetabIe staII.

We decided we could not hand in
a pristine piece of work,

so lrwin, who knew of Van Meegeren's
phenolformaldehyde medium,

made up the paint we intended using, to show...

restoration work.

Fake a good D�rer,

and then fake sloppy restoration work.

(Laughs) Cunning, eh?

There aIways has to be something
for the expert to say,

''Ah! Ah!'' about.

Perfection simpIy isn't good enough.

l...

manufactured

the D�rer.

Who authenticated the work?

Andreas Solman.

An acknowledged expert, but...

73 at the time.

Eirl's father was a cunning man.

He knew Solman had always believed
that D�rer must have painted Bellini.

Our timing was perfect.

The war had ended.

Solman felt that...

the world was now free from tyranny.

And from the rubble of an emotionally
and physically devastated Germany...

an undiscovered D�rer!

Renaissance!

Of course, the thing's not for saIe, and therefore,

it will never attract close scrutiny.

Very clever.

Some have expressed doubts about it, but er...

witness our BeIIini here.

People want to marvel.

Fake only disappoints

when found out.

You're a very fine artist.

Oh...

More a Liberace of art.

l demonstrated the D�rer.

The proceeds paid for my house.

lt was always going to be a home
for young Harry.

Something certain for him.

His mother died when he was ten.

He needed...

What was Harry really like?

He wanted to do good work.

But...it just wasn't there.

He was a disappointed man.

lt's very hard to be content...

..when you can't achieve.

But he did achieve in the end.

He found a cause.

And he died for it.

Harry knew that the Eirl collection,
the vast majority of it,

was put together through theft and forgery.

Eirl hired Harry to clean up the work
l had done 40 years before.

lt had to be Harry,
because Harry knew about the D�rers.

But when it came to duping this country, Harry,

my son, the glorious drunk,

God bless him,

refused to stay silent, and he was right.

People have gazed upon the counterfeit

and been told that it was a privilege to do so
for far too long.

But you created the beast.

Did you kill Paul Eirl?

A dangerous disease
requires a desperate remedy.

There was no need to kill Harry. lt wasn't fair.

Harry didn't want anything for himself.

But Eirl was defending his father's honour.

And Harry was trying to salvage some for his.

Did Eirl admit to killing Harry?

- No. But he did it.
- How do you know?

l know. He did it.

The evidence is all...

He must have done it.

And D�rer must have painted Bellini.

We'll not see them again.

There's a buyer for the place.

They've got to get back to the house in France.
There's been a fire.

Paintings destroyed?

Only three or four, apparently.

l'm sure they were very well insured.

DRUMMOND: The chauffeur wanted to teII me
aII about it. I don't know why.

MORSE: Because he knew you'd teII me.

l heard the French bloke was dead.

Yes.

His hand in the picture?

Yeah.

Harry was fuII of stuff Iike that.

The French bloke
was going to buy some paintings.

We were going to do aII right out of him.

Harry sent me to meet him.

He didn't want pictures.

He fancied the model.

He was into all that.

Not as expensive as paintings.

I toId him the bIoke
thought his pictures werejunk.

And we had a great big row.

He got upset and started drinking.

He said he corrupted everything.

l said he'd make a good pimp.

He was crying when l left.

l came back a bit later

and the place was empty.

Then l noticed he'd changed my face.

He'd just gone.

To see Paul Eirl.

I think he probabIy did.

Oh, not on a white horse.

On a bloody great black motorbike.

What's that make him?

My avenging angeI?

lf we hadn't have had that row,
he'd still be here, wouldn't he?

Why couldn't you have told me before?

What? Say that l'd been with a rich bloke?
My word against his?

I couId say he's got a moIe on his back.
That'd stand up in court, wouIdn't it?

? I'm home about eight

? Just me and my radio

? Ain't misbehavin'

? Savin'aII my Iove for you

MORSE: "Beware aII thieves and imitators
of other peopIe's Iabour and taIents.

Of Iaying your audacious hands upon our work."

LEWlS: Who said that, sir?

Albrecht D�rer.

ln 1 51 1 .

LEWlS: How does it feeI
to have been right aII the time?

MORSE: Frustrating.

I'II never prove concIusiveIy that EirI did it.

LEWlS: We've got time on our side.
Something might turn up.

MORSE: I'm toId it's aIways Iater than you think.

The road goes on and on
and others foIIow it who can.

About me going on and on, sir.

To Traffic?

Exactly.

l've been having a bit of a rethink.

The missus reckons l'll be miserable.

And l'm not sure a hat would suit me
just at the moment.

Maybe l'll give myself another year.