Sorry I don't have anything smaller.
Er - allow me.
No, really, there's no need.
Oh, damn. Two, please.
The tide of global feminism passed you by, then?
In that respect, I'm with Canute.
I'm sorry. That was rude. I er...
Thanks for the programme.
RADIO: "The latest news summary."
"It's nine o'clock."
"BBC Radio Oxford News."
Why ain't he at school?
Why ain't you at work?
Shut up and gimme me breakfast.
RADIO: "..has died following a prison stabbing."
"Parnell, accused of the Lovers' Lane killings,
was arrested in August by Thames Valley Police."
Detective Chief Inspector Johnson headed the original investigation...
Here he comes!
Morning, ladies and gents. I've got a brief statement.
There will, of course, be a Home Office inquiry into this incident.
But I can confirm that Steven Parnell last night was involved
in an altercation with another prisoner, which resulted in Parnell's death.
Well, we'd rather he'd stood trial.
But the case is now closed.
All right? Thank you.
Morning, sir. Lewis.
Didn't expect you for a few weeks.
A man can have enough of his own four walls. What's all that?
Parnell, sir. Have you not heard?
Steven Parnell?
Are you fit, then, Bob?
Johnson!
What are you doing in, Morse?
Thought the old man tucked you away.
What's this about Parnell?
Nothing. I's to dot, T's to cross.
When you're ready, Bob.
He found God, apparently, Parnell.
Don't they all?
Pity he didn't live long enough to be brought to justice.
Some would say he got off light.
Please the "eye for an eye" brigade.
Don't forget he butchered five innocent people.
Four, sir, certainly, but...
Five! All right? Five.
Karen Anderson was different!
Parnell put his hands up to all five.
Given Johnson's methods he'd admit to the A6 and Whitechapel murders.
Lewis was in on the interviews, Morse.
Would he stand for anything not above board?
You should've been here last summer.
You only got the tail-end of it. Off sunning yourself in Beirut.
Bayreuth.
Everyone - press, politicians, Chief Constable - screaming for a result.
Yes, sir. I -
If Johnson hadn't caught Parnell, God knows how many he'd have killed.
I'm not disputing that.
They did a good job, him and Lewis. No fancy leaps of the imagination.
Just old-fashioned, honest coppering. Sweat and spadework.
I'm rather keen to resume active duty myself.
When you finish this report.
Don't look like that. Times change. The Chief's seen the future:
Resource Optimisation Analysis.
Two months counting paper clips is hardly optimising resources.
They never found her body, did they - Karen Anderson?
We could drag Blenheim Lake till Doomsday and still not find her.
Why does it have to be Blenheim?
You know her bag was found there, along with a pop concert ticket.
They found a postcard, too. I don't think -
What you think is irrelevant! Parnell confessed!
I don't want you outside the tent on this, Morse. Understood?
Give us a receipt, darling.
Be good. If you can't, call George.
£18, please.
It's Johnson!
JOHNSON: We've seen all we need, Governor.
I'll have that drink, if it's still on offer.
You joining us, Bob?
Not driving, sir, no.
Good man, my sergeant. Geordie lad.
Can I help?
He wanted me to know. Make it known. "Not the girl," he said.
"Not the last." Those were his words.
I took it he meant he'd killed four.
The two couples.
But we know he killed five.
I see no reason why a dying man should make a false confession? Do you?
Hello again.
Hello.
How did you enjoy the concert?
It was bearable, I suppose.
Can I help or are you just browsing?
Do you have anything on the Pre-Raphaelites? Millais?
Millais. Wait a moment.
This is something of a synchronism.
After our meeting last night. Of all the bookshops in Oxford!
Kismet, surely?
I doubt the Fates take interest in a simple shopkeeper, Mr...?
Morse.
It's quite expensive.
I...couldn't borrow it, I suppose, could I, for a day or so?
On the strength of buying me a programme? This isn't the Bodleian.
A day or so? At most.
I thought I should mention it. You know these God botherers, Bob.
Wanna believe we're all pure as slush. All the same -
You were there when Parnell coughed.
Karen was a blonde same as his other two.
Chief Inspector Morse reckoned -
Look, I know Morse. It was our collar. Yours and mine.
That's what he can't handle.
I don't think he means anything -
You know your trouble? Too loyal.
He's held you back for years. You do the work, he gets the glory.
I wouldn't put it like that.
I would. Everyone knows you should have made Inspector by now.
Yeah. Well, you know...
Don't know why he bothers coming in at all.
Lewis.
You still here, sir? Thought you'd have been home long since.
Thought I'd call in at The Trout for a pint. I wondered if you'd -
I just said I'd go to The Eagle with DCI Johnson.
Ah, well. Another time.
How did you get on...at the prison?
All right. Pretty open and shut.
Upset the wrong con once too often. I see.
I've been thinking. As you used to say, something doesn't add up.
George Daley, the man who found Karen Anderson's overnight bag...
Sir, I know you don't believe Parnell killed -
I know, you were there when he confessed.
It's just...
Ah, well, I'm sure you're right.
Sir!
Yes, Lewis?
Mr Daley?
You were working at Blenheim when you found Karen's bag?
I still work there.
Thank you.
How did you come to find the bag?
He made a statement, handed it in.
He knows that.
Found it driving into work. Under a hedge. Couldn't miss it.
No.
But you had, hadn't you?
The last sighting of Karen was on 24 July, the day of the pop concert.
You didn't find her bag till the 30th -
the day after her disappearance was announced on the local news.
So?
I wondered how her bag lay for six days without you or anyone seeing it
if you couldn't miss it.
You think I'm lying?
Confused, perhaps, about when you found it.
Look, I told you.
I found it on my way to work.
Then how could you have missed it for six days?
The case is closed. That copper Johnson said on the box.
If he thought it was iffy, why isn't HE here?
Well, I'm sorry to trouble you. I just -
You just what?
He doesn't know you're here, does he? Well, he will now, mate.
What'd he want? Nothing, love. It's all right.
I'm going out. Where?
Fill the bloody car, where do you think?
Don't talk to her like that!
You want this? Well, keep that shut.
Harry! Hang on a bit, mate.
Morning, George.
What the bloody hell were you doing?
What did I say to you only yesterday?
And you go and question this...
George Daley, sir. ..and all but accuse him of murder!
I merely asked him -
You've no right!
All right, Johnson. Get this, Morse.
The Parnell murders are not, were not, and never will be your case.
I didn't ask him about Steven Parnell!
You asked him about Karen Anderson! She was not murdered by Parnell!
When Parnell is buried, I don't want the truth buried, too.
Truth!
Parnell murdered couples, after dark, and left his victims at the scene.
Karen Anderson was single.
She came to Oxford on a day trip, alone.
She disappeared mid-afternoon, and her body has never been found.
She's at the bottom of Blenheim Lake!
She's not in Blenheim. She never was!
She's in Wytham Woods. We should be -
Wytham?!
I've heard enough! Can't you accept the case is shut? Parnell confessed.
He retracted his confession.
He what?
Parnell retracted his confession.
His last dying words to the chaplain were "Not the last. Not the girl."
His words.
Is that true, Johnson?
Strange.
All right. We're on our way.
A body's been found.
Out at Blenheim.
About ten, I opened the gate to let the tractor in. He followed it in.
Was that his usual time?
Didn't expect him here at all today.
By rights he should've been at Lonsdale.
Right. Thanks.
What's he doing here?
I'm assigning Morse to this, Johnson.
What is it, Give-a-dog-a-bone Week?
I want the full picture. Not just edited highlights.
So...you told him.
Well. Good old faithful Bob (!)
I prefer Robbie, actually, sir, to be honest.
Or Sergeant Lewis.
I'm going out on a limb for you here, matey. Don't let me down.
I want to see all the material on Karen Anderson's murder.
Anderson? DCI Johnson won't like it.
If he'd done his job properly, we wouldn't be here now.
You stopped looking.
You were both set on Parnell, and you stopped looking.
Deceased is George Maurice Daley, a gardener on the estate.
He was seen arriving about ten by the gate man, a Mr Williams.
Mr Williams also discovered his body.
So talk to everyone on the grounds.
What about them at the house, sarge?
"Them at the house" are away.
Holidays, is it?
Wilkie, Fairbridge, start looking into known associates.
Stranks, Clough, concentrate on vehicles seen at the gates.
Renton, the weapon and the bullet.
It's now 1:30. Let's reconvene at the station at 5:30.
Lewis, didn't you put anyone on the gates?
I'm sorry, madam. The gardens are closed.
Due to ill health? I beg your pardon?
Do you know where I might find a Detective Chief Inspector...
Looks like "Mouse".
Morse. Detective Chief Inspector Morse.
Dr Hobson. How do you do? The pathologist?
I'm not here for the bouncy castle.
He's been dead about three or four hours. Closer to four.
We know it happened between ten and 11:15.
Oh. Do you?
The shot was heard by a gatekeeper.
Perhaps he could do the postmortem. I'll man the gates.
Death have been instant, would it?
Occurred instantaneously, Lewis, if you must.
Coffee may be instant, death may not.
Yes, it would have been instant.
Best to search for the bullet in that direction.
The shell case, if ejected, will be over that way.
You're sure about that?
You can seek a second opinion from your gatekeeper.
He could have been spun on impact?
People drop when they are hit.
They don't spin or fly. They drop.
I'll have the initial results by five. Please don't be late.
Dr Hardinge. Chief Inspector Morse.
Dr Alan Hardinge, Bursar of Lonsdale.
How do you do? Do I...?
I was at the concert here.
Yes. You bought Claire's programme.
Sorry if I put the dampeners on anything.
I was rather under the impression you and she were, um...
Heavens, no. Claire's my sister-in-law.
The only passion we share is music.
Daley would usually be here. But he was a law unto himself on timing.
So why did you keep him on? He was a very good gardener.
At a price the college could afford.
What exactly did he do here?
Bit of this, bit of that. Kept the lawns trimmed. Pruning.
How did he, um...?
He was shot.
I see. Look, this is rather difficult, but...
Mr Daley's arrangement with us was... How should I put it? Freelance.
He wasn't college staff in the strictest sense.
I won't go running to the tax man.
You knew he worked at Blenheim?
Yes. Yes, we, er... That's right.
This is where we keep the gardening things.
If you want any further information, I'm sure my secretary will oblige.
I'm afraid I must get back.
Thank you for your time.
Why do you reckon he was at Blenheim, sir?
They say he should have been here.
Dr Hardinge says George was a law unto himself about time.
It isn't time but place. He shouldn't have been at Blenheim.
Hello. It's Hardinge.
Good morning.
I'm seeking information on an estate you act for. Wytham Woods.
Oh, yes. And you are...?
Morse. Detective Chief Inspector Morse.
You've picked a good day. Meet Dave Michaels, head forester at Wytham.
Dave, this is Chief Inspector Morse.
The wood was acquired by the university from a Colonel ffennel.
Two Fs. Gifted it to 'em back in '42.
Is it open to the general public?
To walk on the land, you're supposed to have a permit.
Not that many students bother with such formalities.
It's a popular trysting place with the young.
What if we wanted to search it?
You'd need to apply in writing.
What would you be searching for?
I can't say at this time.
Wytham's a big place. Whatever you're seeking, you'd need a guide.
If you've an afternoon free, I'd be happy to take you round.
Right. That's the lot, sir. All the material relating to Karen Anderson.
Didn't realise there'd be this much.
DCI Johnson was quite methodical.
Methodical ? Tell me, Lewis, what did you and Johnson make of this?
"Look forward to seeing you again." Signed "M". It's a postcard.
Just a postcard.
It didn't figure in the Parnell investigation.
And this did?
No. Personal effects. From her bedsit in Swindon.
What about these?
Her hobby was taking pictures, according to the landlady.
It was the landlady reported her missing, wasn't it? Yeah.
Didn't her parents want anything?
We never traced any family.
DCI Johnson said we should hold onto this in case anyone came forward.
Mostly statements from motorists.
Motorists?
She went missing just after Parnell murdered his second couple.
We set up road checks in places popular with courting couples.
And this was the bag Daley found?
Landlady said she left wearing a neckerchief that colour.
You'd better make a start.
I went through all this at the time. What is it I'm looking for?
Something, besides her bag, that connects Karen to George Daley.
Landed the spadework again, Sergeant?
Must seem like old times.
Hello.
I was looking for David Michaels.
He's out in the woods. I'm Mrs Michaels.
Know when he'll be back?
By dark. Can I give him a message?
Just say Chief Inspector Morse came by.
He's not done anything wrong, has he?
No, nothing like that. I wondered if a man called Daley ever worked here.
What sort of work? Gardening.
Gardening?
This is a wood!
Yes. But it's possible he did casual work for the Forestry Commission.
Dave's never mentioned him. Why not ring him? He'll be back tonight.
Yes. I'll do that. Thank you.
It's...um... It's very nice here.
Suits us.
She got about a bit. Pictures from all over.
But none of her?
Just one.
I also found these. No direct tie to Daley, but dated.
Camera burned the time on.
Seems she was here twice in the three months before her last visit.
Maybe she had a boyfriend.
No pictures of him.
Perhaps he was camera-shy.
How did you come to miss these the first time -
given the methodical nature of DCI Johnson's investigation?
We had Parnell.
This time device...
You set it each time you take an exposure?
No. It's automatic. Show me how it works.
On what?
On her camera.
We never found the camera, sir.
We thought Parnell had hidden it.
Parnell didn't go in for souvenirs.
Well, it wasn't in the bedsit.
It wouldn't be. Look at the photos. She'd never have left it behind.
It should have been with her.
Her overnight bag...
No wonder he was cagey.
Sir?
Where did your husband find the bag, Mrs Daley?
Where he said. Blenheim.
It wasn't all he found, was it?
There was a camera, wasn't there?
There weren't no name on it.
Nothin' to say it was to do with her.
Next to the bag. He thought, you know, finders keepers.
Was there any film in it?
He burned it.
He promised Phillip a camera. But we were a bit short.
Burning's a bit extreme. Why not just throw it away?
We had a coal grate there until last year.
You had a fire going, in the middle of summer?
What do you want?
The truth. To find out who murdered your husband, Mrs Daley.
He had the film developed.
Here.
It's all right, Mum.
Her boyfriend, do you think?
I thought you'd ruled out a boyfriend.
Only because there were no pictures.
So why didn't he come forward when she went missing?
Why indeed, Lewis?
Do you think this is Oxford?
Oh, yes. Preceded chronologically by shots of Merton, Wadham, Lonsdale.
But where? That's the thing.
Any others of him?
Yes. It seems they went later that day to some woods.
Blenheim?
I think Wytham, Lewis.
That's where her body is.
One bunch of trees is like another.
Shouldn't we look for this house?
What we should be looking for is this man. Karen Anderson's murderer.
Good day?
Come here, you. I missed you.
You've been baking. You smell good enough to eat.
You stink of sweat and powder.
I thought you liked that. Cath -
When you've washed up!
A policeman came by.
Morse. Oh, him.
You know him? He stopped by the Land Registry.
Wants to see the woods. Said I'd take him.
He was asking after a man - Daley.
Daley? Never heard of him.
What else you been up to today? Besides baking.
Alan. Come in.
Forensic have a partial print from Anderson's camera.
They're checking it against Phillip and George Daley.
What about the bullet?
Not recovered yet. Morning, sir!
Shouldn't you be at Blenheim?
Yes, sir.
Get to it, then.
Sir.
Had a blow-up done. Looks a bit odd. -In what way?
The houses. The roof line.
Couldn't see it on the 5 x 3s.
Looks like it's bending in the middle.
Trick of the lens, maybe.
I mean, roofs don't bend.
But they do, sir. In Park Town.
So, which one is it?
One owned by a man with the initial M, perhaps.
Excuse me, mate.
Local police.
Must you do this now? I have a patient.
It'll not take a moment, Mr...?
McBryde.
What is it you do here, Mr McBryde? I'm an osteopath.
Coming into its own now, this New Age medicine.
Not New Age. Osteopathy is one of the oldest healing methods.
Yeah, but it's only now you see it on the box.
Have you lived long in Park Town?
Two years.
Can you remember where you were on 24 July?
I doubt it. Can you?
If it was a weekday, I'd have been here.
Did you ever know a woman called Karen Anderson?
Doesn't ring a bell.
There's a photograph. It might help.
No. Sorry. Who is she?
What about this man?
I've never seen him before.
How about this? Better picture.
That was taken here, in your garden, just after 2pm on 24 July last.
On Miss Anderson's camera.
I'd say she stood about here.
And you don't know either of them?
His name is Dr James Myton. He'd been a fairly long-term patient.
You see, one gets to talking. Locker-room stuff.
You know what men are like.
We...discovered a mutual interest.
In what?
Photography.
Taking pictures. Which is how we met Karen.
What sort of pictures?
Glamour. Pornography.
Erotica. Semantics, Mr McBryde.
We weren't interested in anything smutty.
Just lingerie. A bit of "top off" work.
We thought it'd be a wheeze to advertise for a model.
So Karen came to Oxford that Sunday for a photo session here?
Yes. I didn't realise anything had happened until they arrested the -
Parnell.
Why didn't you come forward?
Well, you'd got him, hadn't you?
You and Myton decided discretion was the better part of valour. No.
The next shoot was a month off. By then we knew she'd been killed.
Dr Myton and I haven't been in touch since.
You still have the pictures you took?
No. When I heard what had happened I got rid of them.
It seemed ghoulish to keep them.
Was anyone else with you that afternoon, besides Myton?
No.
Like who?
Detective Sergeant Lewis. Thames Valley - Is it Jenny?
You've found something out.
Er...no. No.
It's all right, Liz.
It's the police, Alan. They've news.
No. It's a college matter. They've come to see me.
I thought... No. I know, darling.
I'm sorry, Alan.
That's all right. Why don't you make us some tea?
Come in.
Sorry about that.
Your wife expected the police?
My wife, I'm afraid, is always expecting the police.
It's...er...Jenny, you see.
Our daughter...
We lost her.
I'm sorry.
Knocked off her bike, on Cumnor Hill. Hit-and-run.
My wife, Lynne...
Well, you saw.
Could we...?
Can we talk about something else? I find it difficult.
What time did you get into college yesterday?
What time did I? About midday.
And before that? I went shopping. With Claire.
Mrs Osborne. She helps me out with Lynne.
I'm not very good with day-to-day things.
Did you know Mr Daley outside of work?
No.
You're sure?
Town and gown! You can't imagine we mixed outside.
What about Karen Anderson? Did you know her?
Whom?
What about this man?
Never seen him before.
You know Seckham Crescent? Park Town. Alisdair McBryde.
He treated your sciatica.
Can you help us with that, Dr Hardinge?
Fine, darling. We'll help ourselves.
Thank you.
That was cheap.
I'm not interested in the morality of men taking "glamour" pictures.
My concern lies with Karen's murder.
She was murdered by Parnell, wasn't she?
Mr McBryde said you left Seckham Crescent with Karen and this man.
A Dr Myton. Where did you go?
Myton gave me a lift into town.
They went on to the station, I suppose.
Myton usually dropped her off. They went to Wytham Woods.
Wytham? Really? Well, I...
They'd been before. Did you ever go?
No. Never.
Look, I'm not proud of what I did, but... I just...
You can understand. With Lynne... I couldn't come forward.
The one thing Mr McBryde couldn't give us was an address for Dr Myton.
He thought you might know.
Do you know what Dr Myton was doing in Oxford?
He was from South Africa, doing research at one of the colleges.
How long was his let?
Until Christmas.
He went back to South Africa? In the August, yes.
It's a furnished flat, as you can see.
He left four months before the end of his let?
Did he leave a forwarding address?
No. Just paid all his bills to the end of the year and went.
Are you looking, yourself?
Property, that is.
No. No!
LEWIS: Sir!
Ah, yes! The pictures. There are quite a number.
We thought he'd be in touch, to get them sent on.
These are Dr Myton's, then?
Oh, yes, Lewis. They're Myton's.
You think M stands for Myton? Don't you?
OK. But why Wytham Woods?
"Look forward to seeing you HERE." Where was HERE?
Oxford, obviously.
Did any of you consider the front of the card as important as the back?
It's just a picture. The Woodman's Daughter by M-
Millais, Lewis. One of the Pre-Raphaelite brotherhood.
So?
He was minutely accurate in his research.
I sensed an Oxford connection,
so I got hold of a book on the Pre-Raphaelites.
What's that got to do with here?
I quote:
"Mrs Joanna Matthews, a friend of the artist, wrote in 1850 -
'Millais was hard at work painting the work's background from nature...
..in Wytham Woods.'"
Search them? As soon as possible.
You, Lewis and a metal detector is all the Chief will wear!
I propose we draft in a contingent of Specials.
Wytham's one hell of a ricochet for your Blenheim bullet.
We're not looking for the bullet, we're looking for Karen Anderson.
If we find it, we scotch Parnell's story about dumping her in the lake.
This isn't just about you proving Johnson wrong?
Karen came here to pose for pornographic photos.
Afterwards James Myton, one of three men present, drove off with her.
We have photos of him taken in Wytham later that day on Karen's camera.
How does that fit in with Daley?
He didn't just find the bag. I think he saw Myton dump it.
You mean Daley was blackmailing him? I believe so.
He left it a bit late to act on it.
She died a year ago. Why shoot Daley now?
After Parnell's death, only Myton and Daley knew the truth.
Perhaps Daley got greedy and...
I'd say you're busking.
I don't have all the answers yet, but I'm close.
You'd better be. The Chief isn't happy.
Meaning?
He wants to put Johnson back at the helm.
You make a pills of this, I might not be able to stop him.
What was it put you onto Wytham?
A painting, sir.
A painting.
You'd better find something or you'll be the joke of Thames Valley.
It won't be the first time.
It might just be the last!
I was just locking up.
I came to return your book.
You might have told me you were a policeman.
I didn't want to put you off.
You didn't come to the bookshop by accident.
No. Why, then?
To see you again.
Alan said you were clever.
He also said you were cheap. Did he?
He probably meant shrewd.
Words aren't Alan's strong suit.
You want to ask if I was with him when Daley died.
Were you? Yes.
Alan's not terribly practical. And with Lynne...
Must be difficult. For both of you.
I'll let you get on.
Did... Did you mean that? About wanting to see me again.
I would have, but...
The wedding ring.
It's to ward off unwanted admirers.
Of which I am sure there are many.
I'm not doing anything tonight.
I'm sorry, I can't. Early start.
Oh, well... But tomorrow...
So there's a lot we can discount?
And a fair bit you can't.
She's been here a year? Don't hold out much hope.
Won't be too much of her to find.
This is a chap called James Myton.
You haven't seen him in the woods?
A year ago? Killed this girl?
Yep.
We've only been married five months. He won't have been back.
Probably not.
It's a nice place you got here. Peaceful.
Not for much longer, though.
You won't know we're here.
GUNSHOT
Only a gun, Sergeant.
Some tenants have shotgun rights. For rabbit and pigeon. Do you shoot?
No. Can't say I'm mad keen on guns.
Nasty habit of going off. Couldn't do my job without 'em.
Is that right? I didn't see - No, I keep 'em in the gun cabinet.
Can't leave 'em lying about with kids around.
Kids? Oh, yeah. Cath's expecting.
Congratulations. Thanks.
Thought I'd better get in good habits.
No luck, then?
No, not yet.
"Renton to base. Renton to base."
Morse. "You'd better come out, sir."
Not a designated search area, sir.
One of the dogs picked it up. Goin' spare, he was.
Over this way.
Her neckerchief, sir.
We've found her, Lewis.
We've found her.
What am I supposed to do?
Put her together. Tell me how she died.
There's not ten percent of the skeleton there.
Animals will have dispersed the rest.
We'll see what else we can dig up.
It'll take some time. I don't care.
Something happened here. I need to know what.
Get on to the South African Embassy. See if he did go home last September.
And the Met. Circulate his picture.
If Myton killed Daley he could still be in the country.
You think he's gone to London?
Sink pot of the Empire, Lewis. Good a place to start as any.
What about his car? If we can trace it...
Johnson set up road spot-checks, didn't he?
That was before we knew Karen had disappeared.
That's my point.
I wonder if Myton was one of the drivers they stopped and questioned.
They stopped thousands.
You don't have to sort them out right away.
Tomorrow morning will do.
Thanks, mate. Cheers.
That's the last, then.
Till tomorrow. Be over soon.
Place'll never be the same. They've ruined it.
New beginnings, Cath. For all of us.
Somewhere bigger. For the kid.
Everything'll be fine.
Come on.
Have you always been a policeman?
I suppose so.
You must be good at it.
Chief Inspector's quite senior, isn't it?
Six ranks below Chief Constable.
And three above a beat officer.
That's one rung for every ten years.
Hardly a meteoric rise.
My rank may be phased out altogether.
Phased out?
In an effort to streamline the service.
When I joined, we spoke of "victims" and "criminals".
Now everyone is a "potential customer".
It can't be as bad as all that, surely?
Once upon a time we solved crime with a brain and a notebook.
These days it's pie charts and laptops.
The romance has gone. Romance?
Can you see Holmes and Moriarty plunging over the Reichenbach Falls?
But he was an amateur.
The fact remains: today, the area would be sealed off...
and surrounded by firearms officers till a hostage negotiator arrived.
What will you do?
Go on to the end, like any dinosaur.
When I have outlived my usefulness, I will be...phased out.
And then?
I've never thought about it.
I'm not the retiring type.
Shy, perhaps, but not retiring.
Are you still here, Sergeant Lewis?
In body, sir.
I'd knock it off, if I were you.
I'll give it another hour.
Where's Chief Inspector Morse?
Pursuing enquiries.
You mean he's in the pub!
No, sir. He's on the case.
All right. Good night, then, son.
Good night, sir.
Thank you. It was a lovely evening.
Thank YOU. Perhaps...
You've got my number.
Good night.
Morning.
Morning, Lewis. How are the traffic spot checks?
Bit like cycling to Pluto, sir, to be honest.
Some said they were going to Wytham.
But not Myton. No.
Hardly progress, is it?
I won't hold you up any further.
I suppose the South African Embassy slipped your mind?
No. I was on to them first thing.
They're going to get back to me.
Where will you be?
Blenheim.
Meet me in Woodstock for lunch. You can update me then.
Granted that Mr Daley should have been at Lonsdale...
would he normally have been here at ten o'clock?
No. He fancied a bit of stuff down the garage.
He'd stop off there and give her a bit of chat.
We wouldn't see him here before 11 o'clock most days.
So that morning he was early?
Did you see this man here that day?
Don't remember seeing him.
Would you have noticed him?
He ain't staff and he ain't tenant. He'd have stuck out like a sore thumb.
Why's that?
We don't open to the public till 11.
Morning, sir. Sorry to bother you.
Can I get the rest of those roadside checks from the week of the 24th?
Place for everything, Sergeant.
Thanks. This isn't white man's work.
Someone's got to do it.
You're better than this.
Listen, I hear my superintendency's gone ahead. Regional Crime.
I could use a good inspector.
Oh! Thanks very much for the offer.
Don't make snap decisions. I know you have loyalties.
But you owe it to yourself to consider it.
You don't want to end up a bitter "old sweat" DS. Think about it.
Good man. Good man.
There you go.
Bit cloudy.
Is it? Didn't you notice?
No.
Want me to change it for you?
No. Bottom of the barrel, I expect.
Check, though, will you, next time?
I'll be sure to.
How are your traffic reports?
I've done about ten per cent.
You're not on piecework!
It's just me doing it.
I know. But it IS urgent. We are looking for a murderer.
Maybe I should be getting back, then.
You haven't finished your drink.
One more missed lunch won't count.
But it's your round.
THAT was my round! Well, if you're going to quibble.
You just lose interest, don't you?
Once it's cracked, once the puzzle's solved,
you just sit back and leave the tidying up to me.
It's called division of labour, Lewis. I provide the brains...
And I'm left saddled with the donkey-work, aye!
Well, after the Lord Mayor's Show... Oh, thanks very much (!)
I didn't mean it like that.
I'm a detective. I leave policing to you. It's what you're good at.
The details!
All we have is right foot, shoulder blade and left tibia.
Nothing you can tell me from that?
Only that she took a size 6 shoe.
I'm stuck till anything else arrives.
You'll let me know...?
Of course.
Martin. Sorry. Give me five minutes to get my bag and powder my nose.
No need to dress up. It's only The Trout.
I hear congratulations are in order. All from a postcard.
Shame I won't be round much longer for you to crow over.
Leaving us?
Onward and upward, Morse.
Transfer to Regional Crime. Congratulations.
I'd rather you didn't sign my leaving card.
We never got on. You may fool Strange but I see just what you are.
The worst kind of amateur.
I just got the breaks. Don't play the white man with me!
All right.
You made mistakes. You had Parnell, he confessed, you stopped looking.
If anyone made a fool of you, it was him. Not me.
Lewis! What are you doing here?
I've got something, sir. Car stopped at Wytham on the 25th.
The day after Karen disappeared.
Myton?
Oh, no, sir. Not Myton.
This is a surprise.
They said at Lonsdale he'd gone home. Is he here?
Chief Inspector.
I think you might prefer to talk to us alone, Doctor.
What?
Morse, what is it? What's wrong?
Dr Hardinge? This is ridiculous. I'll stay.
I've no secrets from Claire.
As you wish.
Myton didn't drop you in town on the 24th.
You went to Wytham Woods with him and Karen Anderson.
What? No!
Don't lie to me, Dr Hardinge.
You were stopped by police at Wytham on the 25th.
I was on the road on my way to -
To Wytham Woods, you told them. Why go back there? To bury Karen?
I'd hardly say if that was my plan!
Why did you go back?
You can't prove I went there.
I can prove you were in McBryde's camera club.
I said you were cheap.
Would you rather be cautioned and come to the station?
That won't be necessary.
Myton didn't give me a lift. I followed him in my own car.
I took some photographs, and then I left.
Myton made it clear he wanted to be alone with her.
And what did you do? I drove home.
I realised I'd lost a camera lens. It was too dark to go back.
So I went back the next day. Which is when I was stopped.
It's true, Morse. He did go back. I went with him.
There's no record of you being in the car.
An oversight by the police.
No. If you had been there, you wouldn't have been stopped.
We only stopped men on their own.
Did you also lie about being with Dr Hardinge when Daley was shot?
We went shopping.
Where? Which shops? What did you buy? Cash or credit?
Stop it!
Where were you, Dr Hardinge?
Where he's been every Tuesday since January.
With her.
At the Marlborough Hotel on the Woodstock Road.
Lynne...
It's all right. There had to be someone.
If it hadn't been you... it would have been a stranger.
Poor Alan.
Well?
You'll find us in the register as Mr and Mrs Nash.
Well, I'm glad to see you observed the social niceties of adultery.
Don't dare presume to judge us! Have you any idea -
I'd like you to leave my house, Chief Inspector.
You have no further business here.
We will check.
I'm sorry.
Yes. Someone is always sorry.
I want times they booked in and out, if they had room service...
Sergeant Lewis.
Yeah. For you, sir. Dr Hobson.
Morse.
Can't you tell me now?
The bones have been scattered by animals, but we have about 70%.
Pelvis and right femur have been found within the hour.
Do you know how she died?
It's not a she.
What? It's a man.
It can't be. Incontestable. Mid 30s. Caucasian.
About 5'6", slim-built, brachycephalic, and fair-haired.
How did he die?
Look at the skull. Orbital ridges and forehead all but gone.
That wasn't done by an animal. Someone bashed his face in.
They also found a watch. It's with Forensic.
But I heard it was engraved "JM".
That mean anything to you?
♪ Dem bones, dem bones gonna...walk around ♪
You doubted Parnell was Karen's killer because she was single.
No boyfriend.
Myton wasn't her boyfriend, sir, not in the proper sense.
Parnell didn't know that.
The way the Chief reads it...
Parnell comes upon the girl in the altogether, and the fella...
We can't rule out any funny business.
No.
Sorry, but all you've done is prove Johnson right.
Parnell murdered Karen Anderson.
If that's so, who killed George Daley?
That's no longer your problem.
I'm reassigning the investigation to Johnson.
Johnson (!)
Chief Constable's orders. Not how I would wish it, but there it is.
You're off the case.
This can wait, sir, surely?
He has just buried his father for God's sake.
I think there's enough bloody grass grown, don't you?
God Almighty!
You've got a bloody nerve.
Came to offer my condolences.
This isn't your investigation any more.
Let's have him, Sergeant.
Sir - Just do it, man!
Him?
Phillip?
Murder isn't about postcards and tarts in ivory towers, Morse.
It's about inadequate stupid people doing inadequate stupid things.
You're too much of a snob to see it.
I lack your flair for the grotesque.
Arresting him at his father's wake!
Do your homework. The boy has form.
A bit of juvenile car crime?
Robbery think he helped rob two farmhouses out at Cowley.
A .243 rifle was stolen from one. Get the picture?
You want us to do our job
or you want to be taken in for breach of the peace?
You what? Lewis.
Excuse me.
Mum, I'll be all right.
You stay here. I'll be all right.
Phillip! Phillip!
What's goin' on? Why you takin' him?
They think he shot his father.
It's not true, I know. But to prove that, I need your help.
He collected everything. About the murders.
He was obsessed by it.
By that girl whose bag he found.
He had pictures.
Of Karen Anderson? Off of her film.
He didn't think I knew, but I did.
In the woods in her birthday suit. You should've given them to me.
Tell the world he'd rather look at some scrubber than his wife?
Could I see them?
No. I really did burn them this time.
I loved him, you know, once.
When we married, he was a catch.
I wasn't going to do any better.
All the girls fancied him rotten, and George fancied them back.
He didn't keep it to just fancying.
You put up with it, don't you?
Close your eyes to it.
But...
Mrs Daley...
I need to trace his movements in the days before the shooting.
Do you recall him doing anything out of the ordinary?
Any break in his routine?
No. The day you come, he went off to Blenheim for work in the morning,
came home, you came round, then he went out again.
Where did he go?
Ah, Lewis. I wondered...
Sorry, sir. DCI Johnson's waiting.
It's important.
Well?
Were there any petrol receipts on Daley's body? Or in the van?
Petrol receipts? He could claim back his petrol.
His van was cleared. Bagged and tagged. Why?
I want to know which garage he used.
That's academic. It's Phillip being interviewed.
Daley's wife says he went for fuel the night before he was shot.
The Blenheim gate man says he got it on his way to work.
In the morning, at the same garage.
There was some cashier he flirted with.
You don't think he went that night?
If he filled up in the morning, why go out again in the evening?
So where do you think he went?
I think he went to Wytham Woods.
Wytham... For God's sake!
She's still out there! We found Myton, but not the girl.
No-one's there but the Michaels. Why would Daley visit them?
He didn't go to meet them. Who, then?
Who was last to see Myton and Karen alive in Wytham Woods?
Hardinge? Oh, no...
Sorry, sir. I've gone along with this but...
First Daley's the murderer then he shows up dead.
Then it was Myton. Now Hardinge!
Enough's enough! Daley knew Hardinge!
If he saw Hardinge dump the bag -
You won't have it that Johnson and me got it right, will you?
Parnell killed Myton. And Karen!
Did Daley have any petrol receipts?
You're no longer involved in this investigation, sir!
You got it wrong. You're about to get it wrong again.
I got it right!
That's what you can't stomach.
This was never about Johnson. This is about you and me.
You and me?
Yes! I've proved myself a decent detective!
You'd rather die than ever admit it!
I once thought you'd make a decent detective, Lewis...
given the right encouragement.
But it seems you have neither the wit nor the imagination.
In that respect, you and Johnson are a well-matched pair.
Just as well I'm leaving, then, isn't it?
What?
Johnson's offered me a place in his Regional Crime squad. I accepted.
I don't want to end my days as a bitter "old sweat" DS.
Well...
As you say, perhaps it's time to go. Congratulations.
But be careful what you wish for.
How's that?
There's always a price to pay, Lewis.
Always.
(SHOUTS) When you and Johnson are snugly installed,
you might ponder how, when he'd been six foot under since July,
Myton was able to pay off his bills in August!
Seek and ye shall find.
I need to know if he came in here that evening.
Sorry, mate, I couldn't tell you. I wasn't on that day.
You have security film.
We re-use these every seven days.
You're lucky. Tomorrow it would've been gone over.
JOHNSON: You wanted to kill him.
No. Why were you late for school?
I told you I missed the bus.
You cycled to Blenheim and shot him.
Where's the rifle you nicked from the farm at Cowley?
What do you mean? Why did you do it?
I didn't!
You're close to your mum. Knocking her about, was he?
No! Was he on your case? My dad was like that.
He had a lot to put up with.
I'll bounce you off the wall, son.
Boy's thinks he's a comedian, Bob.
Can I have a word, sir?
A word, please. Now!
That was an assault in there.
Big boys' rules.
He's not Parnell. He's a kid.
He murdered his father.
No, we're on the wrong track.
What do you mean?
It's Myton, sir. Myton's bills.
Myton... Who's this talking? Morse?
Look, in August he pays all his bills off to the end of the year.
So?
Difficult, given he was dead from the end of July.
Someone wanted to suggest Myton was still alive.
It's time we found out who.
Come back here! Sergeant!
Sergeant Lewis? You're here for Chief Inspector Morse, I take it?
Morse? -He asked us to check how Dr Myton paid his account.
Took us some time to find.
But it appears the sum was paid on his behalf by a friend.
The name on the letter says McBryde.
McBryde?
Indeed. But the cheque was drawn on an account in a different name.
Excuse me!
Hello!
Yeah? Is this timecode accurate?
Yeah.
Bloke you want was meant to be in in the evening, wasn't he?
Daley came to see you, didn't he? No.
How much did he ask for to keep his mouth shut?
I don't know what you mean.
He was blackmailing you!
No. Why would he?
He saw you dump Karen Anderson's bag.
You wanted more that afternoon than just poses, didn't you?
No. No!
But she wasn't that broad-minded?
What happened at Wytham Woods? You tell me.
Karen went to the woods with Myton for sex. You felt slighted, jealous.
Angry. Don't judge me by your inadequacies.
You fought with him over her. No!
You hit him with a stone. It was the only way you could have her.
I left them alive and well!
You didn't go back to retrieve your lens, but to bury the bodies.
It wasn't like that! What WAS it like?
When I went back...
..I found Myton lying there.
You can't imagine...
There was so much blood.
So much...
His face was...
..was gone.
I'd just been stopped by the police hunting the killer.
He could've been there, watching me.
I got out of there as fast as I could.
I don't believe you.
Then charge me.
MORSE: Where's Lewis?
He's gone home. Why?
The man you want is Dr Alan Hardinge.
Daley was blackmailing him.
You're like a broken record, Morse.
Does the name Steven Parnell ring any bells with you?
Listen, Johnson, I'm giving you AND Lewis a chance to redeem yourselves.
The night before he was shot, Daley met Hardinge to discuss terms.
Well, go on.
Next day he drove somewhere to meet Hardinge to collect his money.
Hardinge shot him.
Daley was found at Blenheim, Morse.
But it's not where he was shot.
That's why we never found the bullet.
The gatekeeper saw him arrive.
He saw Daley's van arrive.
It drove in behind a tractor.
But Hardinge was at the wheel wearing Daley's hat and coat.
I thought Lewis's variation on a theme was stupid. You've trumped it.
Lewis's variation?
You say Hardinge. He says Michaels.
What?
Some bloody cheque or other.
I thought Bob had more between his ears. But he's more fool than you.
Detective Sergeant Lewis is nobody's fool, Johnson. Least of all yours.
Mrs Lewis? Chief Inspector Morse. Is Sergeant Lewis there?
I see. All right. Could you ask him to call me as soon as he gets home?
Thank you.
Good God!
Fax for you and Sergeant Lewis, sir.
The print from Anderson's camera.
Girl called Kate Burns. Shot her father when she was 15.
Served seven years in young offenders. Later at Cookham Wood.
Give me that.
Get hold of Sergeant Lewis, have him meet me at the Michaels' cottage.
He's already left.
I know! But he only lives 20 minutes away. Keep trying till -
I meant he's left for the Michaels'.
He's gone to Wytham Wood.
LEWIS: .243, is it, sir?
What is it you want it for?
Routine, Mr Michaels.
Just the one, sir?
Just the one.
Has it been fired recently? Course it has. I use it for work.
And it's definitely the only one?
Are you calling me a liar, Sergeant?
Not while you've got a gun in your hand, sir, no!
Hope you won't hold onto it too long. I do need it for work.
Get it back to you soon as we can.
Well, if that's all...
There was just one last thing.
Yes?
You paid off James Myton's bills.
Why was that?
Why would you want to imply he was alive, long after he died?
Unless you'd killed him.
I didn't. I don't know who you're on about.
You killed them both. Myton and Karen Anderson.
Mate, I've played a straight bat with you.
You dumped Karen Anderson's bag at Blenheim to frame Parnell.
But George Daley saw you, didn't he?
I don't know anyone called Daley.
What are you on about?
No, Cath...
He knows.
Mrs Michaels... - No, he don't. He just -
He knows. Cath, don't. Please!
I'm not goin' back.
Mrs Michaels, that not going to solve anything.
Shut up! Give me the gun, Cath.
It's over. Not him.
Myton you had to - they'll understand that.
He tried to rape her. It was self-defence.
You're Karen Anderson?
I found her in the woods after. I brought her home. I buried Myton.
I dumped the bag, too.
Cath, I was there for you then. I'll be there for you now.
Where were you when Daley came round?
Daley?
You know this bloke?
He saw me at the garage getting petrol. Where were you then?
Where were you when Daley came round here?
He came here? What did he want?
What do any of you want?
I said you were due home. That he should come back.
You killed him.
He was standing right where you are now.
I thought I'd never get him in the van.
Heavy.
Dead weight!
No, Cath, no!
I had to. For us!
Oh, my life. What have you done?
You gotta help me, Dave.
No, Cath.
No, I can't. Not him.
I'm not going back inside!
Give me the gun, love.
I'm not going back!
Think what we've got. Think about our baby.
There is no baby.
Cath, I've looked after you. I will now.
Turn around. We've got to go with him. Give me the gun.
Turn around! Think of our baby!
There is no baby!
Pick him up.
Move!
Get in.
You're driving.
Oh, no!
Lewis.
LEWIS!
You need help.
I've had enough help for a lifetime.
Mrs Michaels...
Dig and keep your mouth shut!
All right. That's enough.
Put him in.
Turn round.
I've got a family. A wife and kids, for God's sake
Turn around!
Have it your own way. Kate!
Kate?
It's finished. Sir!
Shut up! It's all right, Lewis.
Listen, Kate... Kate's dead!
Daddy killed her.
He called it love - "Daddy's special love".
He wanted it to be our secret.
"Don't tell Mum, Kate."
I was ten the first time.
Myton tried to rape you, didn't he?
It's what you all want.
Like pigs at the trough.
You're not happy looking. Got to touch.
Did David Michaels never ask for anything?
He would have let me go back.
Myton would have been self-defence.
Who'd have believed me?
I'd already killed Dad. I couldn't go back there.
Give me the gun. She's fired one barrel.
Look at me, Kate.
It's over. I'm not going back.
Better shoot me.
Do it. Do it.
Do it! Aaaagh!
I thought I'd feel something.
Anything.
You can...feel too much, you know.
Should feel something.
I killed her.
She couldn't have gone back.
It's probably better this way.
Better?
She's at peace now.
The glass is always half full to you, isn't it, Lewis?
"If you can meet with triumph and disaster", sir...
.."treat those two impostors just the same."
Kipling.
All England Lawn Tennis Association, sir.
It's written above the Players' Entrance, Centre Court.
So it is.
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