All language subtitles for Inspector Morse S03E03

♪ HAYDN: Op 76, No.3 String Quartet

(Chattering)

RADIO: That broadcast brings to an end
the present series of string quartets.

Radio 3 listeners on medium wave

will now rejoin Brian Johnston and his team
of commentators at Lord's for Test Match Special

- and the afternoon session of England...
(Radio off)

RADIO: Welcome back to Lord's.
We're at the end of the luncheon interval.

We had a jolly good lunch prepared by Nancy,
just below us in her little kitchen.

The umpires Jack Baldwin,
Tom Hedges are out there in the middle.

The spectators settling down.

- Hello, Barker!
- Mr Donn. How are you?

Good. Quite good. How are you?

Where are you parked?
You're not on a double yellow, are you?

They're not above coming in
and knocking on my windows, traffic wardens.

- It reflects badly on the college.
- I'll move it.

Welcome to Anthony Donn.

The third window on the right across the quad.

There you are, sir. Your old room.

It's nice to have you back, sir.
Don't forget about the motor car.

Thank you, Barker. Nice to see you again.

You beat up your girlfriend's father?

CALLER: Yeah. Er... That's about it, I suppose.

I see.

- How do you feel about that, Mark?
(Radio being tuned)

I went round to my girlfriend’s house
to see if they'd have her back and what have you

and he wasn't there, so I had a word
with her mum and one thing led to another

and we ended up making...

making love in the back of my van.

RADIO PRESENTER: You're 17 years old.

- You make your girlfriend pregnant, assault...
- Blimey!

Afternoon, sir.

They make those things up, don't they?

(Re-tunes radio)

♪ SAINT-SAËNS:
Concerto For Cello In A Minor, 2nd Movement

Is that Radio 3 now?

It's supposed to be. Yes.

I don't suppose
you know what the cricket score is?

- No, I don't!
(Phone rings)

- Just wondered.
- Morse.

Yes, that's right. Who's this?

I don't know whether it's going to ring any bells.

It's Anthony Donn.

Anthony Donn?

St John's Road Anthony Donn?

What?

Cricket.

The Clarets. The Old Boys' XI.

MORSE: Anything wrong?

No, no, no. Nothing ominous.
I wondered if you fancied supper or something.

(Radio being retuned)
- Leave it alone.

Hmm? Oh, I don't know.

Um...well, what about tonight?

Sure.

OK. Yes.

Goodbye.

RADIO PRESENTER:
Is this girl grown-up enough,

Mark, to understand
that the fact that you slept with her...?

(Re-tunes radio)

..from the Nursery End.

Baxter's 36, and here comes Woodcott now
with that quaint hop-and-a-skip run of his.

He bowls. He tosses up in the air and Baxter
goes down the pitch...and he's missed it!

He was completely deceived by the flight, and
Jackson behind the timbers whips off the bails

and Baxter's out, stumped Jackson, bowled
Woodcott, for a steady but very useful 36.

England in an hour are 125 for 5.
Poor Baxter looks disgusted with himself.

He was completely deceived by the flight.

The flight...the flight...

the flight...

(Police radio)

Stand back. Stand back.

Move this, can you?

Well, come on, for God's sake.
And get the vultures away from here.

(Sighs) Not a pretty sight in there, I'm afraid.

- How many?
- Dead?

Two.

Plus...him.

- Hello, Doctor.
- Oh...Sergeant.

Threw in petrol bombs and locked the door.

This thing.

Couldn't get out.

Apparently used to sell left-wing books
and way-out stuff.

Homosexual books and so on.

There've been threats. And the local council’s
been trying to close the place down.

- It's been in all the local papers.
- I don't think you mean ''way out'', do you?

Well, you know.

Explicit writing and...

I'm just saying.

- I've got nothing against it.
- Oh. Right.

No. I'm just saying ''quite explicit material and
books about homosexuals''. That's all I meant.

And some stuff about
how the best copper's a dead copper.

- I'm not saying this is a good thing.
- Well, good!

You can go into any high street bookstore

and find literature far more offensive
than anything sold here, in my opinion.

Pornography next to the children's comics.

I think you should get those slogans painted out.

- They're evidence.
- Yeah. They most certainly are!

Yes. Of course they are.

I'm sorry. It's...

It's just...

I'm sorry, Sergeant. That was unnecessary.

Don't worry.

I'll phone you when I've done the tests.

Well...

MORSE: She'll get used to it.

She'll have to.

I haven't done this for years.

- Not bad, are they?
- Not bad.

What do you do normally?

Do you cook or something? Or is there
somebody at home you're keeping a secret?

I did live with a microwave for a while, but...

we argued.

You never married.

That's right.

How is that?

Do you mind?

Not being married?

Sometimes.

Sometimes I mind.

Why? Have I missed out?

I've got to say yes, haven't I?

I've got two beautiful children.

A beautiful wife?

A very beautiful wife.

Yes, of course I think so. But then, I'm not you.

Anyway...

I know some evenings when you wish
you could just buy a bag of chips and...

whatever this is, you know?

It's ironic, isn't it?

You get a policeman and a lawyer together.

They know how to ask the questions,

but they're not very good at answering them.

MORSE: Well, I've enjoyed myself.

DONN: So have I.

We didn't even talk about cricket.

Or the police force.

I'll run you home.

Listen, I think I'll walk.

It's not far.

- Are you sure?
- Thanks for the offer.

OK.

Look, um...

Was there something you wanted to talk about?

What do you mean?

No. What do you mean?

I don't know. I...

got the feeling that you wanted to...

say something.

About what?

I suppose I wondered why, after all this time...

Oh...that I rang you?

- Mm.
- Oh.

Yes, well...

You know, I... You get to a certain age,
you start to see things differently.

You start to...

I don't know.

Right.

That wasn't very...

That was a bit vague, wasn't it?

A bit.

I was reading this book

the other day.

A cranky thing about Zen Buddhism.

Not my thing, by the way.

Successful lawyer.

FT reader. Meditate on the stock market.

No. It's Kate's, my wife. I picked it up to...

Anyway, it had this story
about a chap who goes to see a master

and wants to know about the meaning
of the one hand clapping.

You know, that Zen thing
about the sound of one hand clapping?

And the master tells him
he's not concentrating hard enough,

he's too attached to wealth, to things.

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

Anyway, the master says to this chap,
it would be better if he died.

That would solve the problem.

So the chap falls over on the floor
as if he were dead.

The master watches this

and says, "So, now you're dead,
what about the sound?"

The chap says, ''I still can't hear it,''
upon which the master kicks him.

''Dead men cannot speak,'' he says.

Anyway...it's not bad, eh?

Look...

it's been good to see you.

Chew the fat and what have you.

Chew the chips.

That's right.

Look, um...

If you remember what it was,

give me a call, huh?

I will. I will.

The white hair...suits you.

It makes you look very wise.

- See you.
- Mm-hm.

Tony, you're not watching the ball,

you're not using your feet,
and your bat looks like a limp willy!

Apart from that, you're doing fine!

Give him a few bouncers.
It might help to wake him up.

And that's out!

Straight down long on's throat!

God, what a shambles!

Come on, Clarets!

Sorry, Roly. I'm not quite with it today.

Oh, you'll be all right.

By the way, when is Vince arriving?
Do you know?

Mr Cranston? Your guess is as good as mine.

He's probably saying a long goodbye
to somebody else's wife.

That's right.

Oh...bloody thing!

What I'd like you two to do
is just spray a few words on that sheet.

Why?

I collect autographs.

No, thanks.

Really?

I thought you were good at this.

Well, you thought wrong, then, didn't you?

That's odd, because you were seen spraying
slogans on the walls outside the bookshop.

Who by?

By reliable witnesses who are prepared to testify.

What, people who worked there?

What difference does it make
if they worked there or not?

Well, if they work in a place like that,
there must be something wrong with them.

I mean, have you read the stuff they sell there?
It's disgusting.

It's difficult to read the books they sell.

They all caught fire.

Look, I can't understand why everybody's
making such a song and dance about this fire.

It makes you wonder
who the police really care about.

I'll tell you what disgusts me.

Someone who sets fire to a building
with human beings inside it.

Yeah.

Like the IRA.

They had books supporting the IRA in that shop.

ls that why you put petrol bombs
through the letter box?

- Look, we don't know what you're talking about.
(Knock at door)

A call for you, sir.

Get them to call back.

Well, it's personal.
An Anthony Donn. He seems quite...

Well, take a message!

Sir.

We're not going to answer any more questions
until our lawyer's here.

No.

Tell him I've remembered what it was
that I wanted to say.

He can telephone me at Arnold College.

Thank you.

OK. Thank you very much.

Which means the M25
is blocked in both directions.

Not good news, I'm afraid,
for you people driving into work.

This is Kate Donn, and it's 8:17,
and now back to John in Crouch End.

Come on. Come on, Kate, get rid of him!

People are falling asleep. We don't give
a toss about his grandmother or his... What?

I think you should see this.

The police phoned. It's Kate's husband.

It's heavy.

He's dead.

I can't believe this!

Have you seen this?!

I'm not going to tell her now.

I'm not going to tell her.
We're off air in 15 minutes. What are we to do?

This is a live program.

What am I supposed to do? This is a disaster.

(Knock at door)

It's Morse.

MAN: Right, Constable.
We've finished with fingerprints now...

Sorry, sir.

..the necessary arrangements, will you?
OK, now. Back to base. Go on. Off you go.

This is the chap who...

Isn't this the chap...? Your friend from...?

Sir?

Yes, that's right.

It's the radio lead.

And there was this.

Where was this?

Inside his suitcase.

It was loaded.

He rang me...

yesterday.

It was him who rang
when we were interviewing those...

- It was him.
- Oh, right.

It didn't click.

The message was...

he knew what he wanted to tell me.

- To tell you about what?
- I don't know, Lewis. I don't know.

Dead men can't speak, can they?

Do we know who this is?

His name's Roland Marshall.

We were friends.

Of a kind.

I knew him and Anthony Donn
when I was a student.

A good man. Or was.

He's a sort of inventor.

Solar energy and...

Well, all sorts of things.

Oh, that's right. I know about him.

He's the chap that made the...thing.

The car thing.

You know? The...

It was like a big bubble and it didn't work.

That's him.

A crank, but a nice one.

I didn't know about the wheelchair.

We need to speak to him.

- They're trying to track him down.
- And Mrs Donn?

Yeah. On her way.

What do you think, sir?

Was he depressed
when you met him the other evening?

Not particularly.

Why didn't he shoot himself?

I mean, I'm not saying that...

I don't know what I am saying,
but I wouldn't have thought...

I wouldn't have thought myself
it was a very reliable method.

A radio lead, you know?

If you were trying to make sure.

I mean, you'd think they'd just sort of jump out
when you turned the power on.

But it must have been on, mustn't it, already,
because he was on the bed?

Unless somebody helped him.

One of his team-mates, perhaps.

Let's have them all in, the cricket team.

In batting order.

Right you are.

Excuse me, sir.

Mrs Donn's arrived.

- Bring her in.
- Well...she's...up in the room.

- We couldn’t really...
- OK.

I'll speak to her.

Do you want to start taking statements?

LEWIS: What, now?

Don't tell me.

- You're baby-sitting.
- No.

I'm on leave, sir. From half an hour ago.

Leave?

Just a week, sir. That's all.

Oh.

Did I know about this?

- You signed the form!
- Did I?

Look, it's not very convenient, Lewis.

What are you doing, going to Butlins?

No, sir. Actually...

I've got the outside of the house to paint
and some gutters to fix and what have you.

I thought you'd had your leave.
You're always on leave.

No.

Ten days at Christmas, a couple of days
over the Easter holidays, and now this.

Yes...yes. All right, Lewis.

The follow-on.

- You're kidding?!
- No.

I'm not.

They're all out. None of our last five batsmen
made it into double figures. It's a shambles.

Well, who told you?

Great.

27 for 2.

Brilliant.

LEWIS: Hey, what was that?

I can't see anything.

Something flashing from the first window
on the first floor.

Find out who's staying there.

Don't let me catch you listening to that on duty.

I'm sorry. I...I understand he was a friend.
ls that right?

That's right. So?

He died in the night. He was electrocuted.

My guess is he'd taken some sedatives as well.

Tell me...do you know anything
about patterns of suicide?

I mean...

ls it normal? I mean, do people normally...?

Don't they do it at home?
Do they have to go somewhere else to do it?

I'm sorry. I...

- I don't know.
- But you do think it was suicide?

I think it would be difficult
to ask somebody to lie still

while you put a live electric cable in their mouth.

Unless he was asleep, or unconscious.

Um...his wife is upstairs, you know.

Yes. I'm just going.

She's a radio presenter, isn't she?

ls she? I don't know.

Anyway...

Anyway.

Do you have any plans for later?

- I'll be in the lab.
- Well...

Another time.

OK.

Mrs Donn?

- Yes.
- My name is Morse.

Hello.

Your husband and I were students together.

Really?

I'm sorry. I thought you were a policeman.

I am.

I'm...very sorry.

This was his room.

Wasn't it?

When he was an undergraduate.

For a time, I think.

And then he...

We shared a house together, actually, so...

we were quite...

Really?

I didn't know.

I had a drink with him the night before last.

No, we weren't...

I hadn't kept in touch...

so, I imagine...that's why you didn't...

There was no reason.

Apparently...

they used to...

Well, you'll know this.

You're supposed to write your name in the room

if you lived here.

I've been looking.

I can't find it.

It's coffee.

I hate coffee.

It gives me a headache.

(Horn toots)

Oh, God!
Cranston, I might have known it was you.

Still can't drive, I see.

Roly!

ls this yours? I thought you were grounded.

Not quite yet.

- Well, come on. Give me a hand.
- Pleasure.

- How's tricks?
- Look, I don't need that.

Righto.

Sorry I'm a bit late.

One or two distractions
on the old heart fronts, eh?

Good to see you. Everything all right?

Tony Donn committed suicide last night.

- You're joking?
- No. No, I'm not.

He electrocuted himself.

Kate.

Kate, I'm so sorry.

I can't believe it.

I know.

I...don't know what to say.

There's nothing to say.

I only just arrived. I had no idea. I...

- I...
- Well, I've got to go inside.

- Question time.
KATE: Yes.

Hello.

Hello, Roland.

Hello.

I'm sorry. Do we know each other?

Roland, this is Chief Inspector Morse.

Oh, I see.

Morse?!

It's Pagan Morse, isn't it?

It is!

My God! It is, as well.

And you're a policeman.

I'm afraid so.

Well, there's a turn-up for the book.

- It's good to see you.
- Yes. Absolutely.

- Not the best of...
- No.

No, no, no. That's right.

Look, I'm taking Mrs Donn for a walk.

But we'll talk. You and I.

Oh, yes, please.

This is Vince Cranston, by the way.

- Mr Cranston.
- Inspector.

If you'll excuse me?

Goodbye.

Chin up, Kate.

How do you know him?

Lonsdale man.

He knew Tony Donn very well in the old days.

The last person you'd imagine doing that job.

I imagine he's good. Clever.

Drinks.

Well, he used to.

Pagan Morse...

That really is a turn-up for the book.

Pagan?

Why Pagan?

What's all that about?

I...prefer Morse.

Plain and simple.

But when I came up to Oxford
and wouldn't say what my Christian name was,

somebody called me Pagan and it stuck

for a while.

I think I prefer Morse.

Thank you. So do I.

This looks more like it.

I hope so.

I have to ask you a few questions.

Of course.

Tony didn't kill himself.

- What makes you say that?
- I just know.

We didn't have the greatest marriage.
He could be very difficult.

But I just know he wouldn't...

I just know he wouldn't.

Do you have any idea
why he might have been carrying a gun?

Tony?

I don't believe it.

He had a gun in his luggage.

Tony wouldn't know
one end of a gun from the other.

Did your husband have any enemies?

No.

No, I don't think so. I mean...

Obviously I'm sure there are people who didn't...
But not enough to...

No. No.

What kind of a gun?!

I don't believe this.

I don't believe this is happening.

The children.

I must call the children. They won't know
where I am or what's happening.

Excuse me. I must find a telephone.

Don't worry. Don't worry.

They're with your mother.
Everything's been taken care of.

My mother.

Right.

Thanks.

Do you know, I feel a little...

I think I feel a little...

Thank you.

Cheers.

Cor...phew...

This stuff is so potent, I always hope
it might get the old leg and arm twitching again.

How is it, the...

Oh, all right. One learns to live with it.

Or rather, one doesn't.

Actually, it's a swine.

Yes, it's a swine.

Yes.

Well, Pagan.

Here you are.

Here I am.

Tell me about Anthony Donn.

I can't see the Anthony Donn I knew
committing suicide, can you?

It makes more sense than someone killing him.

I mean, why?

I was hoping you might tell me that,
because I think someone did kill him.

Really?

I'm a pedestrian

sort of copper.

I say to myself, a man comes to Oxford to play
cricket with old friends and gets murdered.

And then I remember reading
some statistic or other

about how most murders
are committed by someone the victim knows.

And I put these things together

and I come up with 11 suspects.

10.

And you.

11.

Anyway, Roly, I have a plan
and I need your help.

As long as I'm not going to be arrested.

Well, on the nobody-changes-much theory,
I think you get parole.

OK. Fire ahead.

How can I help?

You've been practicing with your mam!

I'm impressed, Sergeant.
I think you'll do very well.

It's a crazy idea.

Really?
I thought it would be a fantasy come true.

What about the other bit?

You have to take the rough with the smooth.

Our Val'll have something to say
about the decorating.

We'll take care of that. It's only fair.

You just keep practicing.

When do I start?

Oh, I think Mr Barker's expecting you
any time now.

LEWIS: Whoa!

Now, there is no question
but that the festival will continue.

Apart from the European end, which must
go ahead, we have a game to play here.

It seems indecent to me, carrying on
playing cricket after what's happened.

I don't agree.

Tony Donn was a dear friend of mine.

We were fellow students together
while you were still bowling at your highchair.

But packing up and going home
isn't going to change anything.

Will the police let us go abroad
while they investigate?

They'd better!

Now, come on, Clarets!

We owe it to Tony to put up a decent show.

What about the team, Rol?

- We're a man short.
- Ah, well.

I was coming to that.

It so happens...

Arnold has a couple of porters this year
who are quite handy.

I've had a word with Barker
and he's prepared to cover for one of them.

A bit of an all-rounder.

I've asked him to come down for a net.

- A porter?
- Well, why not?

He qualifies. Any man who hits the ball off
the middle of the bat is a gentleman in my book.

I've never met a porter who could bat.

They could block.

Blocking. It's in the bone with porters, I'd say.

Enough chat!
Let's get your boots on and get outside!

Hello?

Oh, hello, Lewis.

Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet

your new team-mate.

I wish you'd stay and have a proper lunch.

No, I have to get back. This is perfect.

Great. Thank you.

- Find anything?
- Not really.

I'll have to go over to his office later.

The thing is, you know,
I can't think why any of his clients...

It's not as if he were in criminal law or anything.
Why should any of his clients want to...?

I can understand if it were me.
I'm always treading on toes on the program.

But Tony... It was matrimonial law.

A little commercial work.

He was always complaining
how mundane it was.

Well, love and money
are the most common motives, but...

Yes, yes. I know what you mean.

I suppose so.

What about the partners?

Were there ever any problems?

No. None that I knew of. The reverse.

But you said to me

he was a difficult man.

What did you mean?

He...

I think he sometimes resented my career.

He could get angry.
He was quite a conventional man.

I don't know.

Perhaps he was unhappy.

Perhaps the fact that I didn't realise
was one of the reasons he was unhappy.

I feel I didn't know him at all.

Perhaps he did...

I keep thinking about that gun.

He hated guns.

So maybe he bought it...

to...

and then he couldn't.

So...

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

The children are so miserable
and I don't know what to say to them.

I know.

My mother's going to take them home with her,
so I can come up to the inquest and then...

I must keep working. I feel I must work.

I think you're right.

Do you?

Thank you.

You're so nice.

Really?

Just as I was thinking of trading myself in.

Well, I must get on. Leave you.

OK.

There was one thing.

Anthony mentioned a book he'd been reading.
It was yours, I think.

I wondered if I could look at it.

What book was this?

It was something to do with Zen Buddhism.

He'd been reading it.

Really?

- I can't think.
- He said you were very interested in that area.

- Well, I am.
- He told me a story from it.

Something to do with
a man seeking knowledge from a master.

And something about
the sound of one hand clapping.

Oh, yes. That's right.

That's where it went!

It was a present.
It was given to me and then I couldn't find it.

Tony must have...

What was the title? Do you remember?

I'm sorry. I can't.

I didn't have it for very long.

Why? Might that be important?

I don't know.

I stumble around.

That's what I do.

Sometimes I stumble in the right direction.

However Anthony died,
there had to be a reason.

Either somebody else had a motive, or he did.

Well, I'll try and remember.

Might you ask the person who gave it to you?

Yes. Of course.

It's the obvious...

It was a girlfriend.

I'll telephone her.

And would you telephone me
if you need anything?

Yes.

Or even if you don't?

OK.

- Oh, hello.
- Sir.

- No Barker?
- Mr Barker's off today. Can I help you?

- I'm Lewis.
- Lewis. I haven't seen you before.

No, that's right. A spot of leave.

We all take a turn during the vacation.

- Catching up with the decorating?
- I'm sorry?

You've got paint on your hands.

Oh, yes. Sorry about that.

I'm Peter Foster, by the way.

I'm borrowing your library
and doing a little book on the EEC.

- Oh, yeah?
- A hobby of mine.

I came to ask Barker if he'd mind terribly
lending me his master key.

Actually, Lewis, I'm rather glad he's not here.

It's the second time this week

I've locked myself out.

I'll tell you what it is.
There's only one key for our room.

Every time Phillipa goes out,
I forget to leave the lock on the latch and....

It's quite ridiculous.

Would you mind?

You'd like me to come and open your room?

That's it. Although I can do it myself.

- Save you the bother. Run up and straight back.
- Fair enough.

Would you mind hanging on just a second, sir?

There you go, Mr Foster.

Would you mind bringing them straight back?

Absolutely. Two minutes.

Keep your head down, Mr Barker.
I'll be right back.

Tell me, which staircase
does our friend Foster live on?

East.

Uh-huh.

Lost his sense of direction along with his key.

Thank you, Lewis.
And not a word to Barker, or he'll shoot me.

- Don't worry.
- Good man.

- Are you going to arrest him?
- What for?

- He told you a lie.
- I told him lots of lies.

Very fishy.

I'll tell you something else for nothing.

The woman he's with,
I'm positive they're not married.

What makes you say that?

There's a big song and dance
about a couple staying.

I'm not fond of it myself.

Anyway, I get the bedder
to put the beds together,

because they're supposed to be man and wife.

The bedder comes to see me the next day and
says the beds have been pushed apart again.

Well, it's very fishy

because she's a very handsome woman.

We're in!

No, we're not.
You were followed all the way to the staircase.

I still think it's a bit fishy.

Well, I've checked the statements.

Checked the address.

Checked the work details.

There is a Peter Foster.
He does work in Brussels.

He is married to a Philippa Foster.

And he's researching a book in Oxford.

So what's he doing poking around
in Anthony Donn's room?

Was he in the room?

I thought you said
you didn't actually see him go in.

No. No. But I heard him.

And he lives on the other side of the college.

And I think he's got a pair of binoculars.

You heard something and you think something.

It's not a staggering weight of evidence.

Well, what about the bed thing?

Well, you can't arrest a man
because his wife won't sleep with him.

Well, I think there's something going on.
And so does Mr Barker.

Oh, well.
If Mr Barker thinks there's something going on...

(Voices approaching)

My key. Richards.

Ah. 15.

Thanks, Lewis. Any messages?

I'll just look for you, sir. Oh, yes, sir.

Your office called.

Damn. What time was that?

I don't know, sir. Sorry.

Do you think you could try and keep
a time of my messages? It makes life easier.

Yeah... Yes, sir.

Anything for me? Cassidy.

No. I don't think so, sir.

Keep an eye on my car, will you?
The blue BMW on the corner.

Shove a coin in if the wardens come prowling.

- Sir.
- There's a good chap.

- Good evening.
- Good evening, sir.

I wanted Mr Foster.

East staircase, first floor.

Thank you.

Mine's the Jaguar, just across the street.

(Knock at door)
WOMAN: Who is it?

Chief Inspector Morse. Thames Valley Police.

WOMAN: Um...just a minute!

Inspector.

I hope this is not an inconvenient time.

Uh...no. Well, I was just getting ready for supper.

But no, no. Please come in.

I'm sorry, by the way,
but my husband is still in the library.

- Was it him you wanted to speak to?
- No, no. Either of you.

It's no problem.

Forgive the...

These rooms are rather cramped.

I shan't look.

So...

Well, I...

wanted to have a little chat
about you and your husband's statements.

- Oh, yes?
- Yes. It's about your telephone number, actually.

Do you remember it?

- Our home number?
- That's right.

Um...well, it's Brussels, of course.

I can never remember the code from here.

But certainly, our home number is 3416293.

Ah.

Well, that's where we have a small anomaly.

Because that's the number your husband gave,

but you seem to have given a different one.

Really?

Oh, yes. Yes. Here we are.

Brussels 3565599.

No, let me see.

3565599.

Oh, you know what I've done?
I've given you our flat in London.

How stupid.

So, if I telephone that number, who would I get?

Um...well, you'd get our answering service,
I'm afraid.

Please do. Leave us a message.

it’ll persuade Peter
it was worth paying all that money.

Oh, no. That's fine.

A simple mistake.

I don't even know my own telephone number.

Was there anything else, Inspector?

No, I don't think so.

It's like a boarding school.

That's right. Very prim.

You didn't know Anthony Donn, did you?

No.

No...

No. I was thinking.
His firm had an office in Brussels.

I just wondered whether you'd ever...

- But...no.
- Really?

No. Although perhaps Peter might have.
But then he would have said.

Yes. I'm sure.

So, it was just an unfortunate coincidence

that you arrived the day before the cricket team?

Um...yes.

I'm not quite sure what you're getting at, but...
looked at in those terms, yes. I suppose so.

Terrible thing.

I can't imagine
someone wanting to take their own life.

He didn't.

Oh, really?

What, you think he was...?

I'm certain of it.

Oh, his poor wife.

Yes.

I suppose that means there'll be no cricket tour.

Oh, no. No. They're going ahead.

Rotterdam, Antwerp...Brussels.

There's Brussels cropping up again.

No, no. They've roped in
one of the porters to take Anthony's place.

That's good!

I'm so pleased. I love cricket.

I was intending to go along to the game here.

Then we'll see each other.

Oh, really? Oh, great, because I can't tempt
Peter away from his blasted books.

You wouldn't um...

Would I be a terrible nuisance if I...

Oh, God, what are you trying to say, Philippa?

Can I sit with you is what I'm asking.

Only it's a bit uncomfortable
being a single woman on these occasions.

- Sure.
- Thank you. That's really kind.

It's my pleasure.

Wild horses won't drag my husband
away from his work.

Obsessional, I call it.

I'd call it bad taste.

So would I.

- Tomorrow, then.
- Goodbye.

Brilliant.

(Laughter)

No, no. Cranston's not your man, Sergeant.

It's much more likely
someone would want to stick him in a live socket.

Royal cuckolder, our Vince.

Naughty boy.
He'll chase anything outside his off stump.

Harmless enough, though.

And anyway, he wasn't in Oxford at the time.

That's right.

Lewis...I am supposed to be leaning on you.

Sorry.

It's the air. It hits you, doesn't it?

Goodbye.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night, Barker.

- Good night.
- See you in the morning, Mr Lewis.

Right.

I thought I might get the morning off.

No such luck, I'm afraid.
Barker's taking all this very seriously.

At last! Young Jamie, if I'm not mistaken.

My nephew, Sergeant Lewis.

The captain of the Hearties.

- Nunc.
- And what time do you call this, then?

Oh, I'm late. What's this?
Not still pretending you can't walk?

Come here. Let me break your bones properly.

Excuse us. The annual family bear hug.

Oooh...

That's enough!

This is Mr Lewis.

He's going in for us at number five.

Lewis. Hello. I'm the opposition.

Hello.

What a dreadful business with Tony Donn.
What was all that about?

Oh, we don't know.

Dreadful! It wasn't our team.
We'd have got your blacksmith.

- Have you met Mr Cranston?
- Oh, he certainly has.

Er, yes.

Hits the ball seriously hard.

Look, I'm starving.
Did you keep back any of that groaning board?

- I suppose so.
- Jolly good. Well, come on.

I'm not going to let you go home.

- Back indoors.
- I don't have much choice.

Not much.

ROLAND: Well, I'll...
Go on ahead. I'll catch you up.

JAMIE: Oh, team tactics, eh?
OK. See you tomorrow.

- ls he good?
- Ah...wait and see.

JAMIE: Ah, your secret weapon, eh?

You'll need it. We'll give you a thrashing.

A first-rate thrashing.

Roly. Sorry.

I wonder, could I borrow your car?

What's up?

Nothing. Do you mind?

No. You may have a spot of trouble
with the controls, though.

- I've had them adapted.
- I'll manage. If you've got the keys.

Go ahead.

(Starts engine)

How do I make it go?

(Car door shuts)

(Bang)

He's all right. Nasty bump.

I gather he put his head
in the way of a hook shot.

ls he still planning to play today?

I hope so.

I told him,
''Lewis, Colin Cowdrey faced up to Wes Hall

in the '63 Lord's Test with a fractured arm.

You'll be facing friendly medium pace
with a headache.''

How did that go down?

He grunted. I took that as positive.

It looks like someone's determined
to get the Clarets down to 10 men.

I know.

It's a bit worrying.

- Have you made any progress?
- Not much.

ls that why you wanted this business postponed?

Yes. Roland, would you excuse me?
I want to have a word with Mrs Donn.

No problem. We'll see you at the ground?

Sure.

No. It's all right. I'm fine. See you, Pagan.

Mrs Donn.

- Inspector.
- Could I...?

Excuse me.

Kate...

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

Yes. I think so.

I'm...sorry it couldn't be any easier.
I need the adjournment.

I know.

How could it be anything but awful?

I don't want to go home.

Then don't.

What's your day?

Er... Not.

I have to go to the cricket this afternoon.

Right.

Could I come with you?

I don't think so,

Kate. I don't think that...

that would be a good thing for you to do.

Well, before that.

Before that,

I have to speak to some people
who set fire to a bookshop.

It's not very...

Look...

what about supper?

I could come with you now.

I read about that fire.

Any other time,
I'd be asking you professional questions.

Why don't I just grab my tape recorder
and tag

along?

No.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

Yes?!

- Sorry, sir.
- You have to go.

I have to go.

Tonight?

I don't know.

Roland, are you still here?
Can we take you anywhere?

No, no. I'm just waiting for my nephew.

He's supposed to be collecting me.

Completely unreliable.

Have you met Jamie?

This is your nephew? No, I haven't.

I mustn't criticize him too much.

He forks out for the match expenses.

The Hearties are his team, you see.

He flies halfway across the globe to be here.

For a game of cricket?

Now, Pagan, there are few things in life
more important than a game of cricket.

I'll take your word for it.

Oh, OK. I'll see you at the great event.

Mock not, Inspector.

- Are you winning?
- Oh, I hope so.

How's your head?

- Ah...
- Going to be all right to play?

I hope so.

If he's not, he should get his son down here.
He sounds useful.

- What's he done?
- My son hit me on the head with a cricket bat.

When was this, then?

This morning.

You said you were in casualty half the night.

No, no. I meant...

I didn't say half the night.

No, I went very early this morning.

You know what time kiddies get out of bed.
No, it was early this morning.

I think for son, read wife,
and for bat, read rolling pin, eh, Lewis?

Someone's been at this locker.
Some swine's been fooling around with the lock.

Are you sure?

Do you know anything about this?

Who? Me?

I'll tell you something.

If I catch anyone with their nose in my business,
they'll get more than a bat around the head.

It's supposed to be a civilized team,

not a bloody riffraff eleven.

Take no notice.
He's psyching himself up for a big knock.

OK.

- Gentlemen.
- Your call, Johnny.

Heads.

JAMIE: We field.

Sorry, chaps.

We're in.

They're batting.

Good.

Keep your eyes open. I'll get to work here.

I guess I've got a good couple of hours
before I need to be down there.

MAN: Two, please.

A little more.

JAMIE: That's fine now. Third man.

Gully. Jeremy, you can go gully. That's right.

Come on. Look lively.
He's a good bowler, this guy.

Straight down.

All right? Good luck, batsmen.

Play.

Yes.

And again.

This end!

(Cheering and applause)

Well played you, sir.

Can I join you?

- Hello. Yes. Of course.
- Thank you.

PHILIPPA: I brought us a picnic. Good idea?
MORSE: Wonderful.

How are we doing?

- Who are we supporting?
- The Clarets, of course. College loyalty.

MORSE: Ah.

Well, in that case,
I think we may have a few problems.

PHILIPPA: Oh, dear. I hope it's not me.

I'm a bit of a jinx.

- Is their attack very strong?
MORSE: Whose attack?

The fielding side.
The whatshisnames, the Hearties.

I've got no idea.

Do you not follow cricket, Inspector?

Follow would be an exaggeration.

Not so much follow as flee.

PHILIPPA: Philistine.

MORSE: Men in uniforms,
incomprehensible rules,

nothing happening for hours at a time,
everyone taking it very seriously.

It's not my idea of a good time.

- Inspector, you're a thug.
- Maybe.

I...go for the picnic, though.

PHILIPPA: You're absolutely wrong
about cricket.

It is quite the best game in the world.

It's war without guns.

It's wonderful!

Deployment of men.

Psychology.

Bravery. Great skill.

Camaraderie. Tactics. Tension.

Honestly, fantastic tension.

(Applause)

- Bad luck.
- Just try and stay there. Vince can get the runs.

Good luck.

Just stay there, Lewis.

Oh, look. It's our porter.

Middle and leg, please.

Watch the ball...

Move your feet.

Watch the ball. Watch the ball.

Yes!

(Applause)

Well run, Lewis.

Yes!

- No.
- Yes!

- No!
- We've got him.

This end.

JAMIE: Go on. Yes! Well done, chaps.

(Applause)

Whose fault was that?

Hard to say. What a pity.

- No, thanks.
- There's nothing worse than being run out.

It's up to you, Vince.

it’ll be all right. If somebody'll stay with me.

No conferring, please, gentlemen.

31 for 4.

What's the word I'm looking for, Nunc?

Rout? Massacre?

A philosopher?

No. Not really.

What, then?

Just a policeman.

Actually, I was looking for a book
on Zen and the art of car maintenance,

but this was the best they could do.

PHILIPPA: Terrific!

I'm enjoying this.

MORSE: Yes.

No, I meant this is nice.

You're nice.

I think you're flattering me.

No.

Well, so are you.

- Nice.
- Why, thank you.

If I didn't know there was a Mr Foster,
you might even convert me to cricket.

Over!

MORSE: Perhaps not.

- Inspector.
- Hello, Kate.

Hello.

Philippa, this is Mrs Donn.

Kate, this is Philippa Foster.

Hello.

- I'm interrupting.
- No. No, no.

Please. Join us.

No, I don't...

I don't think so.

You were right, I shouldn't have come.

Now you're here, why don't you sit down
and have a glass of wine?

You're just in time to see our number three
make his 50.

Who's that?

Oh...

- Yes!
- Listen, do you two want to talk?

I can easily take myself off
for a tour of the boundary.

No, it's absolutely fine.

- Yes!
- I'm going.

PHILIPPA: Oh, well played!

Kate Donn, did you say?

- That's not the same Donn as the...
- Yes.

It was her husband.

Golly!

Yes.

LEWIS: Better he stayed in than I did.
JAMIE: For you, maybe! He hits the ball hard.

Ah, Pagan. There you are.

Jamie, this is Inspector Morse.

Ah, I've heard all about you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Are you watching the game?
- Yes.

I hope you stay to see the thrashing completed.

Many a slip, eh, Pagan? Many a slip.

A mug of tea?

- Oh, thanks.
- I'll get it.

- Good chap.
- Oh, do you know Lewis?

- Hello, Lewis.
- Hello, Pagan.

Sugar?

No, thank you.

Your uncle tells me you've come a long way,
just for the game.

My little indulgence.

We forgive his second-rate cricket
for the first-rate contribution he makes to costs.

- How far is a long way?
- I move around.

I flew back from Hong Kong.

What's there?

Money.

(Bell)
- Ah, we must love you and leave you.

Thanks. May the best man win.

- Oh, congratulations.
- Eh?

Oh.

Yes.

Come on!

Wait... Two.

(Applause)

(Cheering)

MAN: Well played.

(Applause)

Over.

New bowler. Right arm over.

Good shot.

(Applause)

- Well bowled.
- I don't believe my luck.

You've got them worried, Lewis.

- Your son would've hit it into the car park.
- Yeah.

- Well played, Lewis.
- They're still ahead.

After 18 overs, we'd lost six wickets.

PHILIPPA: Inspector Morse,

I think you're getting hooked.

Twit.

(Screaming)

Don't touch anything.

My God!

Thanks.

Are you all right?

Look, I know this is...unpleasant.

Awful.

But we need to talk and we have to drop all the...

charades and games and...

whatever else it is that's been going on.

I know.

Because there are a couple of dozen men
next door and...

until we speak properly,

we're not going to know
which of them killed your husband.

- Would you mind leaving us for a few minutes?
MORSE: Just wait outside.

Peter Foster wasn't my husband,
Chief Inspector.

He was my colleague.

Any chance of making a telephone call?

Sorry?

I've got a wife at home
who'll be wondering what's happened to me.

All in good time.

Sir...

Gents.

I'll just come along with you, then.

MORSE: I need an accurate time of death.

Ah. That's not difficult.

When I got here, the body was still warm.

That was what?

45 minutes? When was he discovered?

Just after five.

Well, if he had been dead

20 minutes before that, I'd be very surprised.

You realise that that means when he died, all the
obvious suspects were out on the cricket pitch.

I don't know
who the obvious suspects are, Inspector.

ls there any reason for him to be here?

Not for me.

- Sergeant, can you...
- Oh, yeah. Sure.

There's some very interesting
personal effects here. For an academic.

A miniature camera.

And these aren't our forensic bags. They're his.

(Knock at door)

Yes?

I... Oh. I thought you might like to know, sir.
Sergeant Lewis is in the Gents.

I always like to know that, Hilaire.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you...
- Yes. Yes. I'm coming.

One more thing, um...

- Could a woman have done this?
- No.

No, you would need a considerable amount of...

Well, I couldn't have done it.

We can't go on meeting like this, Lewis.

Shall I...?

That's all right.
Just put your foot against the door.

- A bit of a turn-up for the books.
- Yes.

The thing is, sir, if he died
while we were out fielding, they've all got alibis.

I had worked that out, yes.

And his wife was with you, wasn't she?

Yes and no.

- What do you mean?
- Mrs Foster is not Mrs Foster.

Come again?

Mrs Foster is an investigating officer
with Customs and Excise.

Peter Foster was her boss.

You're joking?!

No.

So...so, it wasn't him that hit me last night?

Apparently not.

Foster had you down as chief suspect.

Whoever thumped you over the head
was aiming for him.

Chief suspect in what?

Well, it seems that one of our cricketers,

when they're not knocking balls for six,
or practicing on your head,

like to take the odd kilo of cocaine
on holiday with them.

Ah, that explains a lot.

I mean, about Foster being everywhere,
and the single beds,

and him breaking into whatshisname's room...

It explains some things.

It gives us a motive.

It doesn't explain how the killer
manages to be in two places at once,

or why Anthony Donn died.

So what? Do I...?

- Am I dropping this porter business?
- No. Not yet.

No, and you'd better go in there.

Right.

Well, off you go.

Well, I just want to...

You know?

You know?

I bet you call it by a number at home.

Sort of.

Don't tell me. I can guess.

Gentlemen, sorry for any inconvenience.

Inspector...there are men here
who did us a great favour

by turning out for Jamie's team.

- I think they ought to be allowed to go.
- There is a body in the next room.

I'm afraid he's not going anywhere,
and neither, for the moment, are any of you.

CRANSTON: This is ridiculous.

I mean, half of us were on the pitch, say?

When?

Well, when this chap was...

(Clears throat) ..killed.

How do you know?

I think we might have noticed a corpse
on the floor while we were getting changed!

Look, none of us had even met him.

Oh, I think somebody did, Mr Cranston.

Somebody had a brief chat with him
this afternoon.

Well, it certainly wasn't me.

I was either fielding

or batting the whole time.

Look, I want to be allowed to go,
or I want to see my solicitor.

There was a tea interval.
I thought I saw you in here.

No, you could have done it.

Anybody here could have done it.

So, we'll all stay until we have a volunteer.

Pagan?

What?

- About the tour.
- What about it?

We're supposed to be on a boat
tomorrow afternoon.

Yes.

Well...

Look, I know it's an abuse of knowing you,
but we're talking about months of organization.

That's all.

Roly, people are dying all over the place.

Compared with that, even cricket has to suffer.

What we know is this.

Heroin, cocaine, hard drugs - large quantities...
are being brought into England

and then distributed throughout Europe.

This has been going on for some years.

No-one cottoned on at first, because normally
we're looking for stuff coming in, not going out.

That's why it's so clever.

Anyway...then it became clear
that one of the deliveries had a pattern to it.

One consignment,

not big,

a million, two million street value,

always around the same time of year,

always to more than one destination.

Peter...

um...

Peter had this brainwave about a...a tour,
or a holiday, or something.

After that, it was just a matter of matching
and elimination.

The pattern fitted the Clarets' tour exactly.

So we came to Oxford.

And then Tony Donn died.

And then...and then this.

Why didn't you tell me?

You might have been involved.

We'd already worked out about Sergeant Lewis.

But it happens, Inspector.

And...that's why I got all the attention?

Something like that.

So, what now?

Well, I know that
we'd want to let the tour go ahead.

Why?

Surely nobody's gong to risk carrying the stuff
if they know you're onto them?

Maybe, maybe not.

At the very least, they might make contact
with their connections on the other side.

This is two years' work.

It's not so much the link as the chain.

Now it's cost a life.

Perhaps two lives.

I'm just asking for the opportunity
to make it count.

Well, you've got to find a reason
why they're all suddenly allowed to go,

otherwise it's going to be...it'll be so obvious.

I've got an idea about that.

What I think happened

was that Foster found out that his wife
was having an affair with Anthony Donn...

..killed him, told her,
and got his comeuppance this afternoon.

From his own wife?

Well, she's in shock, but that's my guess.

What about Lewis's bash on the head?

Foster.

I think he was ransacking Anthony's kit
for letters, evidence.

If we'd found them first, it would've been obvious.

Are you sure?!

It all sounds a bit Gothic.

I know.

Anthony told me a few things
the night before he died.

About emotional problems...

Some other things.

I was just too slow to put two and two together.

Well...

You know what I'm going to ask, Pagan.

Any chance?

About the tour, you mean?

Well...

- I'm not sure.
- Lewis can chaperone us.

I'll do my best, but I can't promise.

Good man.

Good man!

But if I say yes, Roly, I want you to guarantee
that all who go out will come safely back.

Just in case I'm wrong.

Scout's honor.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

Yes. It's this...bloody leg.

I'm not supposed to...not supposed to walk on it.

Yes... Yes...

You listen to those bastard doctors,
you just roll over and die.

Not for me, ta.

I'll tell you what I was thinking.

His phone. It was a portable one, wasn't it?

- And?
- Well, there'll most likely

be a record of his calls.

It could be interesting.

Maybe.

You see, there's something
staring me in the face and I can't...

I keep looking at this book.

This is where the story Donn told me came from.

But why did he tell it to me?

I know there's something staring me in the face.

What about Vince Cranston?

Why? Why Cranston?

I'm prejudiced.

He ran me out this afternoon.

I suppose it's true, though, isn't it?
He was on the pitch all the time.

And he dropped a catch off your bowling.

That's right. I was just getting into the swing of it.
Did you see my catch?

Sorry.

Oh...

- I did see you get your wicket, though.
- Oh, well.

That was more bad batting than good bowling.

You could have hit that, sir.

No offense.

Thank you, Sergeant.

(Phone rings)

ANSWERPHONE: Hello, this is Kate speaking.

I'm sorry, I'm not able to answer the phone,

but if you'd like to leave a message,
I'll call you back as soon as I can.

Or you can try ringing BeaconsfieId,
which is 0494

699488.

Please speak after you hear the beep,
leaving the time and date of your call. Thanks.

(Beep)

Hello, Kate. It's Morse.

I'd like to see you.

I need to speak to you and um...

Nothing. I just need to speak to you.

So, er, I think you've got my number,

so...

Actually, no. Forget this.

I'll try the other number.

OK. Bye, now.

These telephone numbers.

- What about times?
- I didn't ask, sir.

Well, call them back and ask for the times.

Sir.

I wish you'd rung first.
I'm just going out. I'm recording today.

Are you going to let me come in?

Please don't try and explain
why we didn't go to supper last night, or...

say you like my outfit, or...

You know, let's just stick to me widow,
you policeman.

We didn't go to supper last night,
because I didn't know where you were.

I was here. You've got the number.

I called here.

What time? You didn't call.

About five.

I came straight here after you saw me. If it wasn't
five, it was just after and my mother was here.

Good. I'm glad.

- What do you mean?
- It doesn't matter.

I'm just glad you were here

around five.

- So you didn't call?
- No, but I...

called your London number this morning.

Where is that?

I have a flat. For when I'm working late.

Why?

Anthony called it on the day he died.

That's all.

Did he?

You didn't know?

Well, I haven't been there since he died.

No, I didn't.

Will you tell me if he left a message?

Of course.
I'll go...straight there on the way to the studio.

I didn't think about that. How stupid!

I didn't think about that.

I might have been able to...

I'm sorry.

I...I didn't come to upset you.

I'm sorry too. I...

I'm not normally...

whatever I am.

It's just that I...

I just need to be working.

And...I'm late.

I'm going.

OK.

Well, thanks. Thanks for coming.

Can I take you to the station,
or...are you driving?

No, my mother's going to...

Yes. Please.

That'd be nice.

So long as you promise to have supper with me.
Very soon.

I promise.

- I'll just be a minute.
- Sure.

- I'm ready.
- Let's go.

All set?
Where the hell is Cranston, does anyone know?

He's gone, Roly. He's driving himself down.

He's got some business to sort out
on the heart front.

- He'd better not miss that ferry.
- OK, Roly.

Yes. On the bus.

- All ready, sir.
- Well, get them going, then.

- Are you ready to come on board, sir?
- Not me, Lewis.

I get carsick unless I'm driving myself.
I'll see you in Dover.

After that, it's the brown paper bag for a week.

- See you there.
- Cheerio.

- See you in a week or so.
- Just a moment, sir.

Well, see you soon.

Thanks.

- Bye.
- Bye.

(Seagulls)

OK. Thanks.

(Hubbub)

(Train horn)

Come on, Vince.

Thank you.

(Cricket commentary)

We've turned the vehicle inside out. It's clean.

- So, what's the plan now?
- I don't know.

We've got people at the other side.
They'll keep tabs.

We hope that somehow we've missed it
and it emerges down the line.

- Why the delay?
- No Cranston.

They're waiting.

- Oh, he's coming.
- How do you know?

I've just seen him at the station
making his goodbye.

I think I shall do the same.

We haven't got all day, you know.

Pagan!

- Where did you spring from?
- I just thought I'd come and see you all off.

- Are you going on tour?
- No such luck.

No. He's just dispatching me
and then he's going back.

- To Hong Kong?
- In that direction. Tokyo. Singapore.

It's called Follow The Yen.

- Good luck.
- Vince!

All right! All right!

- Come on!
- Come on, Vince. For Christ's sake.

I'm sorry. I got a little...held up.

Yes, I can imagine.
In fact, we've been imagining.

On you go.

I'll see you on board.

Don't get lost, Roly.

Okey-doke. It's kisses from me, then, Nunc.

- Yes.
- I'll call you when you get back.

- In the middle of the night.
- If I can.

Inspector.

And don't crash my car!

I'll say goodbye too. Have a good tour, Roland.

Ready?

ROLAND: The Hearties are his team, you see.
He flies halfway round the globe to be here.

MORSE: For a game of cricket?!

JAMIE: I move around.
I flew back from Hong Kong.

MORSE: What's there?
JAMIE: Money.

PHILIPPA: It became clear
that the consignments had a pattern to them.

One delivery a year...

LEWIS: Even you could hit that. No offense.

Come on, porter!

Hang about.

Lewis!

Lewis!

Lewis, don't let them go!

- Get up.
- What?

- Get up!
- Pagan, what are you talking about?

Sir?

What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?

- Blimey!
- Let go of me.

Just let go of me.

Let go of me, blast you!

I'll leave this to you. Sergeant Lewis?

- Sir.
- Have Mr Cranston driven back to Oxford.

- This has nothing to do with me.
- This hasn't, no.

That's why it took me so long. Sergeant...

What the bloody hell’s going on?

That's what you're going to tell me.

- Why?
- Why not?

Life has spat on me. Why not?!

Why not spit back?!

Lewis, we need a car.

(Engine starts)

(Tyres screech)

(Siren)

- Good afternoon, sir.
- Anything wrong, Officer?

- Are you the owner of this vehicle?
- I'm not, actually. It's my uncle's.

I've got some papers here somewhere.

- Bloody thing...
- Do you have any idea what your speed was?

- A bit fast, I suppose.
- That's right, sir.

That's what the two of us were just saying,
a bit fast.

I see.

Books for burning
is our subject today on Speak Out.

This is Kate Donn, happy to be back
and happy to hear your views on London

7272727.

(Beeping)
- Kate, a bit less me, me, me,

a bit more them, them, them, OK?

This happens to be something
that me, me, me feels quite strongly about.

Lovely.

WOMAN: I don't want my children
reading these books, if you know what I mean.

There's already enough sex and violence.

What are we talking about here?
Political books? Children's books? What?

The other. About homosexuals.
Shall I tell you what I always say?

There are all kinds of things out there
we don't need to know about.

Concentrate on the good things.

Good idea, Mrs Ellingham. We'll do that by
taking another call after the commercial break.

Inspector?

I think we'd better talk outside, Kate.

I'm on the air.

Nevertheless.

OK...

So, what is so important
I had to leave my program?

Kathryn Donn,
I charge you with the murder of your husband,

Anthony John William Donn.

You have the right to speak, but I must warn you,

anything you say may be taken down
and used in evidence.

What?!

I'm sorry.

What?!

I've got an instinct, you see, Lewis.

But it's sort of addled, I suppose.

I knew the Zen thing was important,
but I kept thinking it was the story,

and it wasn't the story, it was the book.

And where it came from.

- Vince Cranston.
- Vince Cranston.

Then I made the connection
between one death and the other.

Old Forster's fault.

- Foster.
- No. Forster.

The writer. ''Only connect.'' That was his motto.

A terrible idea. There was no connection.

Kate killed her husband.

Jamie killed Foster.

Sir?

- Why did she kill her husband?
- I told her myself.

I said, ''Love and money,
they're the most common motives.''

And they are.

She wanted to leave him. He wasn't having any.

He threatened to keep the kids...

to keep the money...

..to kill Cranston.

So she killed him.

The same with Roly.

He was bitter.

Short-changed.

He decided nobody cared for him,
so he stopped caring for them.

His nephew exploited that.

Brilliant, really.

Because all the time,
we were looking in the wrong place,

at the wrong team.

(Answerphone beeps)
CRANSTON: It's me.

I'll see you later, say?

LEWIS: Cranston.
- Both of them.

Kate, Roly.

I had them both so close to me I couldn't see.

DONN: I've read the book.

"One thousand hugs, one thousand kisses."

I've got a gun, Kate, and I swear to God,
if I don't kill myself, I'll kill somebody.

- Right.
- Kate, it's Morse.

Look, I'd like to see you.

I need to speak to you and um...

Nothing. I just need to speak to you.

Well, er, I think...

Sir.

Let's go home, then, eh?

- Yeah.
- Any idea what time it is?

Why? Are you up for a pint?

Well, actually, I was hoping that we might be
in time to see the end of the test match.

Yes, of course, Lewis.

I mean...where could we avoid it?