All language subtitles for Endeavour.S08E03.1080p.STV.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-BTN

CONDUCTOR'S BELL DINGS

CONDUCTOR: All right, yes, please,
and thank you.

All aboard for the last bus.

That's it,
move right along down inside.

Oh, wait!
All right, darling, hop on.

Bleeding brass monkeys.
Ta for waiting.

Always room for one more on top.

BELL DINGS

WIND HOWLS

CONDUCTOR: Yes, please.

Any more for Mrs Moore?

How far are you going, then, love?
All the way, is it?

HE CHUCKLES

CONDUCTOR: Chipping Compton,
the end of the route.

Turning around here for Oxford.

CONDUCTOR:
End of the route!

All passengers alight, please!

You'll be all right a minute?

Call of nature.

Geez...

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

WOMAN SCREAMS

You'll get frostbite.
Hey?

You're flying tonight.

THEY BOTH LAUGH

Come on, then, let's get going.

The body was found by the
local beat man just after six.

Do we know who he was?

Professor Patrick Stanton.

Going by an envelope in his pocket
and the maths papers in his case,

he was a don at Wolsey College.

The wallet's untouched,
so it doesn't look to be a robbery.

There's a bus ticket in his pocket

that says he boarded the 33
at stage two in town.

Does he live out this way?

The beat man doesn't recognise him
as local.

So, visiting someone, maybe.

He'd have to be, wouldn't he?

Bugger all else here,
except for the boneyard.

And it's a bit late
for leaving flowers.

We'll see if door-to-door
gives us anyone who knows him.

Doctor...

What have we got?

Given the temperature overnight,

it's quite difficult
to offer a precise time.

But most likely the time of death
was between ten and midnight.

Cause of death
would appear to be loss of blood...

..as the result
of a number of stab wounds.

I'll be able to say exactly
which have been fatal

after the postmortem.

What's that with his eyes?

Someone's carved a cross
into each one.

Some sort of religious nutcase?

Oh...

Do you think, Sergeant?

It struck me
as perhaps more clown-like.

I don't think Billy Smart's
will pack in many looking like that.

The kids would run out screaming.

Signs and wonders, Chief Inspector.

Signs and wonders.

Something right up Morse's apse,
I'd have thought.

Not with you this morning?

No, he's, erm...

..rung in sick.

Ah.

Yes, well, there's a lot of it about
this time of year.

Unless there's anything else,
shall we say two o'clock?

HE GROANS

HE EXHALES HEAVILY AND SLOWLY

According to the Master of Wolsey,
Professor Stanton was well-liked.

He'd been at the college
for six years and

lived alone in North Oxford.

What about family?
A sister in Swanage.

Other than that, a single man
without an enemy in the world,

as far as we can make out.

And where's Morse in all of this?

One can generally depend upon him
to contribute something useful.

He's off sick, sir.

He was off sick several days
last month, wasn't he?

Is he seeing anyone?
Not that I know, sir.

He's just a bit run down, I expect.

I'm no fool, Thursday.
And nor are you.

He's not been himself
for quite some time.

That Venice business, presumably.

He blames himself, sir, for...

Well, for everything, really.

It's nearly a year.

If he can't pull himself
out of it...

Wasn't there talk about a transfer
to Kidlington at some stage,

a change of scene,
leave all this behind?

There was, sir, but...

Well, to be honest,

I've just got used
to having him around.

We're officers, Thursday.

The men come first, always.

Whatever the personal cost.

Well...

This was a sustained attack.

The majority of the wounds...

Sergeant.

..were to the front
and back of the torso.

The wounds penetrated the aorta,

the descending thoracic
and abdominal areas.

Another,
the left ventricle of the heart.

He really didn't stand a chance
of recovery from either.

Anything on the weapon?

A large single-bladed knife
about eight to 12 inches in length.

Right or left-handed?

The injuries to the eyes aside,

these were stabbing wounds,
rather than slashes.

But more likely right than left.

Doctor.

So, what have we got there?
Not much.

Just his work papers,

which he looks
to be marking up in red ink.

And an envelope
addressed to Stanton at Wolsey.

Sent the day before yesterday.

How did you make out
at Chipping Compton?

It's a bit of a dead-and-alive hole.

He wasn't known
to anyone of the locals.

At least, nobody recognised
his name or description.

So, what was he doing there, then?

HOOVER WHIRS

TELEPHONE RINGS

SHE TURNS THE HOOVER OFF

Oxford 2831.

MAN: 'May I speak to Mr Thursday?'
No.

No, he's at work.

This is Mrs Thursday.

Doesn't ring a bell.

We've a ticket
that says he was on your bus.

May have been. Don't remember him.

Many left on board
when you got to Chipping Compton?

One or two maybe.

Could you describe them?
The usual, innit?

Business types, academics,
the odd drunk,

courting couples, old people,
students.

Anyone else?

I don't watch them
thinking there's gonna be a quiz.

What about you, Mr Peckett?
I don't see much from the cab.

And it was foggy.

We was crawling all the way back.

We didn't get back till gone two.

Can anyone vouch for you?

One of the mechanics
on the night shift, maybe.

And whoever you've got at home,
presumably.

My mother-in-law
don't sleep so good,

so I took her in her tea
when I got home.

What about you, Mr Grant?

No fear. No little scrubber's
got a ball and chain on me yet.

Well, if you run into any passengers
you recognise from last night,

just point them out
to DS Strange here.

He'll be travelling with you
this evening.

All right.

All right.

What do you make to them?
The driver seems decent enough.

I wouldn't give you two bob
for Quasimodo.

No, me, neither.

Show Stanton's face around
to as many passengers as you can,

see if it jogs any memories.

He was on that bus long enough.
Somebody will have seen him.

Excuse me, gentlemen...

Are either of you a DCI Thursday
from Castle Gate Police Station?

Yeah, that's me.
There's a phone call for you.

DCI Thursday.
BRIGHT: 'Ah, Thursday.'

The Control Room
did try to reach you in the car.

Your wife telephoned.

Asked if you could drop by home.
'She said it's of some urgency.'

Thank you, sir.

Win?
Front room.

What's going on?
He's not been hurt,

that's the first thing to say.
That we know of.

What do you mean?

It's Sam.

A man called,
a Captain Stanhope from his unit,

his regiment over there.

I wrote it all down.

He wants to know
if we've heard from him.

He's missing?
Absent without leave,

his officer said.

He had an afternoon pass yesterday,
apparently,

and he didn't return to barracks.

They don't know where he is.

Hello, matey.

I wasn't sure we'd see you today.

Feeling better?
Yeah, much.

Where's, er...?

The old man?
Mm-hm.

Oh, of course, you won't have heard,
will you?

What?

He was last seen in a city bar,
according to his CO.

He may have got involved
with a local girl.

A lot of the lads have, apparently.

But nobody knows who she is.

He might have gone AWOL over her,
but it'd be out of character.

If you need to go out there...

Thank you, sir, but the officer said

I'd just be one more thing
for them to worry about.

Well, you're to take whatever
compassionate leave you need.

Mrs Thursday will want you home,
I'm sure.

Win's got our Joan
looking after her, sir.

I don't think she'd want me
under her feet as well.

I'm better here, to be honest,
working.

Whatever you think best, of course.

A couple of passengers
have come forward

to help us build a picture
of who else was on the bus.

So far, we've got a business type
in a bowler, moustache, 40s.

A girl, 20s, in a PVC mac
and white go-go boots.

A drunk,
medium height, medium build,

clerk type, 30s possibly.

A younger man,
a student type reading a book.

And an elderly woman, retired maybe.

And where was the envelope?

Inside the breast pocket
of his jacket.

And there was nothing in it,
no letter or...?

What's there is there, matey.

Not much of a speller, though,
was he, for a don?

Which with a "y".

You're in, then. Feeling better?

Oh, any news on Sam?
No. No news.

So, what was the matter with you
yesterday?

Ah, just something I ate.
Maybe you should get a checkup.

Oh, no, no. I'm much better. Really.

Well, better than this chap.

What's the story with the eyes?

Saw something he shouldn't have,
maybe.

Any idea what he was doing
at Chipping Compton

at that time of the night?

No.
He has a place in North Oxford,

but nobody we spoke to there
could shed any light.

Well, he must have been
meeting someone.

What do the bus crew say?

Not much.
They didn't remember him.

Right, so,
according to the crime board,

the bus was back at the depot
gone two.

Does that chime
with the Bundy clock? Which?

Well, there'll be a Bundy clock
here at the terminus.

The conductor turns it with his key
and gets his card punched.

It's to prove the bus was there
when they say it was.

I'd think checking that
would be a priority. Would you?

Well, funnily enough,
we were a man down yesterday,

which left us short-handed.
So...

We did manage to make some headway,
matey.

Even without you there
to oversee our efforts.

We don't need someone
coming in wise after the event

to mark our homework.

No.

I can, erm...

I can go and check Stanton's rooms
at Wolsey

if you think it would help.

Yeah, if you like.

He had a mate killed.

Right beside him.

A fellow from his unit.

A sniper at a checkpoint.

A reprisal for what happened
at Ballymurphy over the summer.

Maybe that knocked him.

It would knock anyone, wouldn't it,
seeing a mate go like that?

Reprisals...
I thought we'd done with all that.

You don't expect it, is all,
not in peacetime.

It was a policing job
as much as anything,

stop one lot killing another lot.

We went in to keep people safe.

That's why Sam was there,
to keep them safe.

Now they're...

I don't understand.

What did you miss?
Mm?

Well, besides my sparkling company
and witty repartee...

It's all in the report.
Yes, yes, yes, I've read the report.

But I want to hear it from you.
Not a great deal to tell.

Death by exsanguination

as a result of multiple stab wounds
fore and aft.

Oh, and the crosses
carved on his eyes, of course.

Cheers.

Now, there was one curiosity.

His last meal.

A surfeit of mints, the
one with a hole.

Presumably to mask the stink
from a bellyful of five-star brandy.

Maybe he was the soak on the bus.

Strange said the conductor mentioned
there was a drunk,

30s, average height and build.
It could have been him.

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

Morse, come in.

I was just, er, passing.

Have you heard?
Yeah, of course.

How's, er...?

And you?

I don't know.

It's silly, I...

I always thought if something
happened, then I would know.

You know, feel it...

..somehow.

He's always been my little brother,
you know.

Like, when we were kids,
if he had a fall

or was getting duffed up
in the playground,

I'd know and I'd get to him.

And, yeah, now I can't.

Well, if you need anything.

Well, if there's anything I can do.

Oh, Morse.
I thought I heard someone.

Ah, Mrs Thursday, I just...

I just came by.
Oh, that's good of you.

We're all right, thank you.

We don't need checking up on.

And if we did...

..it's Fred who should be here
himself, not sending his men round.

Mum!
Oh, no, I wasn't sent, Mrs Thursday.

No.

Well...

She's not herself.
Oh, please, you don't...

SHE SIGHS

Well...

..you know where I am.

Morse...

Keep an eye on Dad.

Of course.

SHE SIGHS

TELEPHONE RINGS

Thursday.
'It's Strange, sir.'

This Bundy clock Morse
was asking about.

There was an issue
due to the weather, apparently.

The conductor reported
the hatch was frozen shut.

On the level, do you think?
'It was a cold night.'

Freezing fog and a bit of sleet
earlier in the evening.

It did freeze shut,
according to the bus inspector.

'And another dose set for later.'

Heavy snow this time,
according to the wireless.

'Yeah. I'm gonna stick on here.'

Show Stanton's face around.
Right.

I'll take it from here, thank you.

DOOR CLOSES

MORSE:
Just back from Stanton's.

Er, I found a letter which matches
the envelope found on his body.

There's a message on it.

W-S-W-3-M-A?

West south-west something, possibly?

You've four weeks' leave owing.

Mr Bright thinks
you should take it now. And so do I.

Deal with...

..whatever you need to deal with.

The force has people who can help,
if you need it, places you can go.

What, erm...?

What do you mean, places I can go?
Sir, what are you talking about?

Christ...

You want me to spell it out?

I told you,
the drink's a good servant,

but a poor master.

I picked your coat up
from where you dropped it.

And this fell out of the pocket.

What, a bus ticket?
Look at the route.

Yes, it's...

It's the 33 that I take home
from work sometimes.

Look at the date.
It's two nights ago.

It says you boarded
at fare stage four.

That's off The Broad.

Your home stop would be
Broadwood Avenue, wouldn't it?

That's fare stage 19.
Mm-hm.

The bottom number
gives a running total

of all the tickets sold that day.

Your number's 4,493.

Patrick Stanton's is 4,479.

He boarded at fare stage two.

You were on the same bus
as the murder victim

and you didn't say anything.

If you hadn't been so drunk,
we'd have a credible witness.

Excuse me?

Yes, mate?
Did you just say Green Lane?

Next stop.
I ride a motorbike, myself.

Excuse me,
have we passed Broadwood Avenue?

Unless the driver's
changed the route, yes, mate.

THURSDAY:
You don't remember, do you?

You're the drunk on the bus
that we've been looking for!

You've grazed yourself.

Those stairs are slippy.
I know.

Bad enough in the dry.

But when they're wet,
they're murder.

Will you be all right?
Oh, yeah, fine. Thank you.

BELL DINGS

THURSDAY: My old man
was a devil for the drink.

It's what did for him in the end.

I'd hate to see you go the same way.

You're young. You're smart.

Break the habit,
before it breaks you.

He was wearing cufflinks.

Stanton. Erm...

Silver...

..cufflinks.

With some kind of a number on them.

Cufflinks?
Yeah, I've...

I've just remembered it.

There's a place down in Sussex
run by a fella called Wain.

A kind of health farm.

Very discrete.
He'll see you right.

There's no shame in needing help.

I don't need help.
As you like.

But I'm signing you off
all the same.

I've got enough on my plate with...

Take the four weeks,
or don't come back.

I can't use you in this shape.

MORSE SCOFFS

WIND HOWLS

STRANGE: 'So far, we've got a girl,
20s, in a PVC mac

'and white go-go boots.

CONDUCTOR: Good evening and welcome,
ladies and gentlemen. Come aboard.

That's it.

Chipping Compton, is it?
Yep.

I remember you from the other night.
I never forget a pretty face.

Someone there to meet you, is there?
Yes, my boyfriend.

Is he?

Well, I hope he's got
a nice, warm car.

Cos you don't want to be out there
in all that cold and snow

freezing your little
you-know-what off, do you?

BUS TYRES SKID

LOUD BANG

Is everyone all right?

I think so.

My head.

Oh, you'd better let me
take a look at that.

It's perfectly all right,
I'm a doctor. My name is Nicholls.

There, now.

Does anyone have a lighter?

Thank you.

HE GROANS
No, no, it looks worse than it is.

Head wounds
always bleed very heavily.

Just watch out for concussion.

If you feel giddy or sick,
let me know, yes?

Is anyone else hurt?
ALL: No.

I've got a broken heart.
You can fix that if you like.

Now, now...

Everybody all right?

Your conductor's
taken a bit of a knock.

But everyone else
seems to be faring OK.

How about the passengers downstairs?
Everybody came up for the warmth.

Driver, what happened?
Black ice, sir.

I tried to hold her,
but she wouldn't respond.

We're stuck in a snowdrift,
and the engine's conked out.

Can you fix it?

I'm a driver, not a mechanic.

Well, someone will have to go for
help.

Volunteering, are you, squire?

No, I'm not. He's the driver.
His first duty is to the passengers.

My first duty is to the
Oxford & District Bus Corporation.

That means this vehicle.
Well, someone will need to go.

After you, then, Captain Oates!

Look, arguing
isn't going to help anything. Is it?

Where are we?

The next stop would've been
for Narracott Halt,

for the station there.

What's that, about a mile away?
Nearer two.

But you can't go out there, chief.
Not in this weather.

You wouldn't get 200 yards.

So, the last stop
was Tafferton Park, is that right?

What of it?

Well, nothing.

Just we can't be far
from Tafferton Park Hotel.

I used to work there as a waitress.
Tafferton Park?

Didn't it close down after that...

..business?
What business?

The Loomis case. An escaped lunatic
gate-crashed a fancy dress do.

Killed a whole load of people.
Grisly affair, as I recall.

Well, there might be a phone there.

After all this time, the wires
will have been cut, surely.

Well, it's got to be better
than sitting here,

catching our death of cold.

We should stay with the bus.
Somebody'll come out.

I say, put it to a vote.
We're not in Athens now.

Vote all you like.

But this is my bus
and I'm staying with her.

And if you've all got any sense,
you'll do the same thing.

STARTLED GASPS

Well, I'd say
that rather settles it.

WIND HOWLS

MORSE: Are you sure you know the way
from here?

I recognise the lamp-post.
It's not far.

Here, you'd better have this.
Well, you lead, we'll follow.

BRIGHT: Still here, Thursday?

Thought you'd have been away
long since.

Just, er...

..waiting on Strange, sir.

He's on the 33.

Oh...

Well, perhaps...

Perhaps I'll wait with you.
Unless you've any objection.

None, sir.

But he could be some time.
The weather looks to have set in.

You might be better getting home
while you can.

I find there's less cause
to hurry back these days.

Supper for one
and The World About Us.

My table talk
was hardly scintillating

when there was someone
there to hear it.

Now, I imagine, it's rather less so.

And certainly one-sided.

I'll be glad of your company, then,
sir.

I don't suppose there's any...?
Of Sam?

Er, no, sir. No. Not yet.

Well, that's something, perhaps.

Yes, sir, that's something.

WIND HOWLS

We're nearly there!

I told you it was a waste of time.

Look, give me the torch
and I'll go round the side.

Thank you.

PECKETT: You see, Les?
Nobody listens to me.

WIND HOWLS

DOOR OPENS

Come in, come in.

Come on.
Well done.

Strewth...
Now, there's no electricity.

But do you know if there's
an emergency generator, Miss...?

Travers, Linda.

I think there is a generator block
among the cabins.

Can you show me?
Of course, if you like.

Right, I'll get a fire lit.

What about the phone?

That's what we've come here for,
innit?

It's dead.

I told you
we should've stayed with the bus.

We're in the dry, that's something.

There should be a box of candles
somewhere.

We'd put a few out of an evening
for the guests.

Mr Churchyard
said it made things cosy.

Who's Mr Churchyard?
Er, he was the manager.

PIANO MUSIC PLAYS

Perhaps we should
introduce ourselves.

I really can't see there's any call
for needless familiarity.

Get you!

If we're going to be here
any length of time.

Hopefully, we won't be.

I can't imagine we'll be
sending each other Christmas cards.

Ah...

It's all right, lady,
I don't mind.

I have manners,
even if others ain't.

Norbert Hobbs.
But my friends, they call me Nobby.

Mrs Bruce-Potter.

Post Mistress, retired.

And what do you do?
It's like the Queen Mum.

POSH ACCENT:
And what do you do?

A bit of this, a bit of that.
Jack of all trades, you might say.

What a man of mystery you are,
Mr Hobbs.

I'm Richard Blake.

My friends call me Richie.
I'm a student.

Mrs Watson, Elsie.

Percy Walsh. I'm also retired.

Previously with the Exam Board.

Linda Travers, shop assistant.

I'm John Peckett.

And this is my conductor, Les.

Very well, if you must know,
my name is Yeager.

Lawrence Yeager.
And I'm a solicitor.

Morse.

Just Morse?

That's right.

It's settling.

They said it would.

He'll come home, Mum.

Oh, I know he will.

I know.

There should be more in the stores.

I can have a look, if you like.
I'll come with you.

There might be some painkillers
that I can give to our conductor.

Or we can go together in a moment.

Then Miss Travers might show us
where the generator block is.

So, this is where it all happened.

All what happened?
The massacre. The Loomis boy.

Oh, I've never heard of him.
Posh boy, wasn't he?

Some private school or other.
He went off his head

and tried to do
for one of the teachers.

So he put them away.

Yeah, Strangmoor he ended up,
Headington Hill.

A year later,
Loomis and another prisoner

escaped from a van taking them
back to hospital from court.

Loomis made his way here,
killed one of the guests

and went round
in the dead man's fancy dress,

murdering anyone that took his eye.

You seem to know a lot about it.

Well, I read a book on it
by a fella called Fitzowen.

I don't think it's something
to dwell on this evening.

We've got to do something
to pass the time.

Might as well be a story
round the campfire.

God, my head!
Maybe you should lie down, Les, huh?

What became of him, Loomis?

He was caught and sent
back to Strangmoor, I believe.

He was. Only, before the case
came to trial, he killed himself.

That's a horrible story.

And I don't know why anyone
would want to tell it here and now.

Miss Travers was a waitress here,
weren't you?

For all we know,
it happened during her time.

Right, which way's the bar?

Presumably, there is one.

If I might suggest we
all stay together for the moment.

What, in case the bogeyman gets us?

HE LAUGHS

Miss Travers, after you.

Mind your step.

When were you last here?
Oh, long time ago.

I only did six months or something.

If I remember, this should be it.

The place is like the Marie Celeste.

As if whoever was here
had just stepped out for a minute.

How long did you say
it'd been closed?

Erm, eight years it must be now.

February '63.

Is that when you were here?

It's not really something
I like to talk about.

No, of course not.

I'm sorry.
That was thoughtless of me to ask.

Here they are.

There's not many left,

but they should last us
if we're careful.

If you give me a light...

..I'll find my own way back

if you want to push on
and see about the generator.

Hm...

WIND HOWLS

Right, which way?
To the right.

Bingo!

Oh, lovely.

LOUD NOISE

HE GASPS

Are you all right?
Yeah.

So, have you any idea
how this thing works?

Not really.

Well, how difficult can it be?

I'm sure she wasn't being rude,
Dr Nicholls, earlier.

No, I know. It's only natural
people are curious.

But they wouldn't be
if they'd been here.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I was 14.

My mum and dad let me do
a little bit of waitressing

for pocket money.

We didn't really know
what was going on for a while.

People just disappeared.
One of the guests, a waitress.

You just thought they were off
enjoying themselves somewhere.

But he'd got them.
Even poor Mr Churchyard.

And then the police were here and...

..they got him.

The place closed down that night
and never reopened.

Well...

..who'd want to come here?

BRIGHT:
Gruesome business, Thursday.

There's something about it
rings a bell, sir.

But I'm damned if I know what it is.

An old case, perhaps?

If it is, it wasn't one of mine.
DOOR OPENS

You're back early.

The service has been cancelled
due to the snow.

All quiet, Sergeant?
Dead as, sir.

I rode the outbound 33
out to the terminus,

stayed aboard,
and came all the way back again.

At least the late's been cancelled.
Saved you the bother of changing.

No late service, maybe.
But there was a 33 still running.

Morse was on it.

Morse was?

He's on leave as of this afternoon.

Well, he was there, sir.

I don't think he saw me.

I saw him.

Maybe he was just catching the bus
home, like a civilian.

It goes by his way, doesn't it?
It does, sir.

In any event,
he's left his car in the yard.

Perhaps he didn't fancy his chances
behind the wheel in this weather.

And I can't say as I blame him.

No, sir.

Well, if all your strays
are gathered in, Thursday,

I might cut along home.
Yes, sir.

I'll just give the case
another pipeful.

I wouldn't leave it too late, sir.
The roads are getting pretty bad.

And the wireless says this is set
to go through till morning at least.

Mind how you go.

Do you want to give it a try?

GENERATOR KICKS INTO LIFE Ah!

You were on the 33 bus, weren't you,
the night before last? So was I.

Yeah, I was meeting my boyfriend
at Chipping Compton.

He lives in Henley,
but he drives up to meet me halfway.

Did you hear about that chap
that was found dead?

It was in all the papers.
Yeah, I read about it.

Did you see him on the bus?

I don't know. I might have done
if I knew what he looked like.

But when you got off at
Chipping Compton you didn't see him?

I fell asleep.

And when I woke up,
the bus was empty.

It was only the conductor
shouting for "all change"

that brought me round.

Shall we get back to the others?
Yes, let's.

HE PLAYS THE PIANO

Any luck?

Oh, I say, well done.

Where's everyone else?

The conductor
wasn't feeling very well.

Bang on his head, I suppose.
So, the driver took him upstairs

to see if there was somewhere
he could lie down.

That's more like it.

No, no, there's someone else.
Erm, Mr Hobbs.

He went to find the bar.
Oh...

So, you got the lights working,
then.

How's your conductor?
Not good.

Him have a bad headache.
But I settle him down.

The fella not back
with the drinks yet?

No. No, not yet.

WIND HOWLS

DeBRYN: 'Someone's carved crosses
on his eyes.

'Signs and wonders,
Chief Inspector.

'Signs and wonders.'

PHONE LINE RINGS

Miss Frazil, DCI Thursday.

I wonder
if I could pick your brains.

It's about an old County case,
eight years ago.

A rather disturbed young man
called Warren Loomis.

WHISPERS: Stop.

GLASS CRUNCHES

What do you mean, he's not there?

Well, there's a broken bottle
on the floor behind the bar...

and fresh blood on the mirror.

So, him drop a bottle.

Maybe he cut himself
and went to clean up.

Or maybe he thought better of
staying here and went for help.

That's unlikely, I would have
thought, without his overcoat.

I can help you find him,
if you're worried.

No, I can manage, thank you.

Please, all just try
to stay together.

At least until I return.

Well, he's a funny so-and-so,
isn't he?

Highly-strung, I would have said.
He's a drunk.

What, you couldn't smell it on him?

Really, you can't go round saying
things like that about people.

There was a broken bottle,
wasn't there? He's a drunkard.

I'm telling you.

My conductor knew him straight off.

He was on the bus two nights back.

Didn't even know what day of the
week it was, let alone him stop.

She knows.
You must have seen him. Tell them.

Oh, I don't remember, really.

He took a stumble down the stairs
getting off.

Any sign?

Er, no.
No, not yet.

Probably just having a bit
of an explore, er...

wouldn't you think?

Perhaps.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Cowley Bus Depot.
Driver Faradoon speaking.

Has the last 33 out running
returned to the depot?

No, sir. We've had reports
the roads around Chipping Compton

are impassable,
so she might be a while.

If she gets back at all. What are
the passengers meant to do?

They'll just have to sit tight
and wait it out.

'Was there anything else, sir?'

If that 33 comes back,

could you get word to
Detective Chief Inspector Thursday

at Castle Gate?
Certainly.

'Goodnight, then, sir.'
Goodnight.

DOOR CREAKS

Regular run for you, is it,
the 33 route?

No, not particularly.
You?

I was coming out to Haddonfield
to visit an old pal.

Oh, yes?

You don't think something
really has happened to him, do you?

I don't know.

So, what's your line, Mr Morse?

I'm a, I'm a civil servant.

Oh, yes?
Mm-hm.

What department?

I only ask because quite a few of my
boys went into the Civil Service.

Your boys?

Oh, my former pupils.

I was a teacher
before the Exam Board.

Coldwater.

Netherbridge. Gunderby.

NEARBY BANGING

Oh, there you are.

Did you find him yet?
No. No, not yet.

What are you up to?

I left my refreshment on the bus.

I can't go through to the morning
without no food in my belly.

And I thought Les might want
something.

But I'll be damned
if I can find an opener.

Well, I think you should... I think
you should go back to the hall.

Look...

I don't mean to disrespect
a passenger, huh?

But you mind your business...

and I will mind mine. All right?

I just meant until
we find Mr Hobbs.

I think you should be careful,
that's all. Of what, now?

There was a passenger murdered
off the 33 bus, wasn't there,

the night before last?
Your bus. Uh-huh, yes.

The same bus YOU were drunk
as a lord on,

so if anyone wants to be careful,
I would say it's you.

This Hobbs has probably gone back
into town for all we know.

And you carrying on
like he's murdered!

What are you trying to do
to my passengers, huh?

Are you trying to scare them
half to death?

MORSE KISSES TEETH

I never wanted him
to go in the Army.

That's all your talk.

Giving him ideas.

"The war this, the war that."

Winny...
He shouldn't be out there.

What's it his business
with these people?

I mean, who are they to us anyway?

He should be home, here!

Win...
No!

If anything's happened to him,
you're responsible.

Not them.

They don't know any better.

I wonder if any of you do!

Do you like Hawkwind?

I don't know.

What's that?
They're a band.

I saw them in the summer
at this festival down in Somerset.

They've just got a new album out.
Oh.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH Any luck?

No, I'm afraid not.
Nope, nothing.

Excuse me.

Hey, man, I'm not sure
you should be doing that.

That's a man's private things.

YEAGER SCOFFS

The damned cheek.

Ah...

Dad...

It's not only Sam, is it?

Jim Strange saw Morse on the 33
earlier this evening.

It's, er, not got back to the depot.

What with this weather and...
You're not worried, are you?

He's not been right.

He came by earlier.
Who, Morse?

This afternoon.

Just to see if there was anything
he could do.

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR
Your mum never said.

DOOR OPENS She's not herself.

WOMAN: Thank you.

Miss Frazil.
You know our daughter Joan.

Of course. Hello.

Er, would you like a cup of tea?
Oh, erm...

I fancy Miss Frazil
would sooner something stronger.

Whisky do you?
Always. Thank you.

How are you?

Really, there's no need
for you to come out...

in weather like this.
A phone call would have done.

I'm rather afraid it wouldn't.

WIND HOWLS

Does anyone play cards?

We could kill an hour or two
with bridge or canasta

if anyone fancied it.
Do you have any cards?

No, but...
I mean, it's a hotel, isn't it?

They must have cards.

They keep all the cards and games
in the library bar.

I can fetch a pack, if you like.

It might take our minds
off the situation.

I don't think you should go.
It's all right.

I know my way around.

I'll be back before you know it.

Well, if we're stretching our legs,
where did you say the ladies was?

You saw the letter that drunken
busybody Morse pulled out.

What do you think's happened?

To Hobbs?
I haven't the faintest.

But if you're asking me to put my
shirt on it, which you rather are,

I'd say somebody's got it in for us.

Wouldn't you?
All of us, you mean?

All of us who are left.

I'll watch your back
if you watch mine.

But herkos odonton, hm?
DOOR OPENS

Mind if I join you?

Er, snooker isn't really a game
for three, Mr Blake.

I'm happy to watch.

As may be.

But one might not be happy
to be watched.

You might put Mr Yeager off his
stroke. And that would never do.

Bugger you, then.

TUTS

DOOR OPENS

I wondered where you'd got to.

Are you all right?
Mm-hm.

What do you, er...?
What do you make of this?

I don't know.

I suppose it looks rather like
a tallyman's account book

or that of a debt collector.

Though I would expect to see
a list of monies owed,

and that's not there.

Why?
What am I meant to make of it?

I dunno.
It's what I found in Mr Hobbs' coat.

Yes, well, you should probably
replace it, shouldn't you?

I doubt it has any bearing
on his whereabouts.

And I can't think he'll thank you
for rifling his pockets.

Besides...

it's not done to take things
that don't belong to one.

Didn't your mother ever
tell you that?

Oh, God...

You really are in a bad way,
aren't you?

FLOORBOARD CREAKS

FAINT MUSIC PLAYS

So, looking at contemporary
accounts,

it seems that,
on the night in question,

Warren Loomis and another patient,
Flavian Creech,

were being brought back from
respective committal hearings

to Strangmoor when the vehicle
they were travelling in

went off the road.
Creech?

That's, erm...
The Beast of Belgravia.

AKA The Devourer,
self-styled Apostle Of Hell.

Murderer, necrophile
and alleged cannibal.

Good to his mother, no doubt.
He kept her head in a hat box.

The psychiatrist
who first examined him

described Creech as the most
dangerous man he'd ever met.

A creature wholly without
conscience. I remember.

"The epitome of evil,"
wasn't that the phrase?

Yet, he clearly had a liking
for the Loomis boy

and took him under his wing
at Strangmoor.

Did they engineer the crash, you
think, or was that just bad luck?

Never established.

Weather was poor, much like tonight.

February '63, the Big Freeze.

Icy roads. It's a wonder
any of the party guests

managed to get to Tafferton Park
at all.

In hindsight, I imagine
they rather wished they hadn't.

Any luck?

With Hobbs?
No. No, not yet.

He's done a bunk.
I told you.

Probably didn't fancy spending
the rest of the night in this khazi.

MUSIC PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE Ooh!

I say!

That's Johnny Divine, isn't it?

WOMAN SCREAMS

SHE SCREAMS,
MUSIC PLAYS

His eyes! His eyes!

What's happened to his eyes?!
Oh, my God!

GASPS AND SCREAMING

You're safe here.
You're all right.

It's going to be all right.
It's not all right, though, is it?

What the hell are you telling her
that for?! Control yourself.

Don't give me bloody orders!
You've no authority here, Mr Morse!

Detective Sergeant Morse,
Thames Valley.

Well, if you're a policeman, why
didn't you say anything before now?

Because I was hoping
that I wouldn't have to.

What is going on?

Mr Hobbs has been killed.
Killed?!

He's in the ballroom
with his throat cut

and crosses carved into his face
where his eyes should be!

His eyes!

It's like what happened to Mr
Churchyard. That night with Loomis,

that's what he did!

Loomis is dead, though, isn't he?
He died. He killed himself.

So, either there's some lunatic
creeping around the hotel

that we don't know about,
or whoever did that...

You can't mean it's one of us.
It stands to reason, doesn't it?

I'm...

I'm going to look at the generator.

I suggest you all stay within sight
of each other until I return.

What if something happens to you?
Why should you take the risk?

He's a policeman.
It's what he's paid for, right?

Yes, that's right,
it's what I'm paid for, Mr Yeager.

How is she, Doctor?

Out cold.

She's had a terrible shock,
Mr Blake.

Sleep and rest
is the best thing for her.

Anybody coming with me to check
on Les?

I can, if you like. No, no,
don't worry, Mrs Bruce-Potter.

I should see how his head's doing.
But, erm, I'd be glad

if you'd keep an eye on Miss
Travers. Of course.

I'll keep you company.

The three of us, then...

for safety.

Is he upstairs?
Yes, follow me.

If you all think I'm going to sit
here waiting to be picked off

by this bloody madman,
you've got another thing coming.

Morse said we should stick together.

I don't need anybody's permission
to defend myself.

If somebody wants to come for me...

they'll get more
than they bargained for.

I'm going to find Sergeant Morse.

Er...

WIND HOWLS

EXHALES HEAVILY

HE EXHALES

FUEL SLOSHES IN JERRYCAN

You're leaving?

I'll send back help.
For everyone.

I'm sure none of us want to be here
any more than you, Mrs Watson.

But in this weather,
you'll catch your death.

I'll take my chances.

I can't stay here.

Right, this way.

DOORKNOB RATTLES

It wasn't locked
when I check on him.

Les?

DOORKNOB RATTLES
It's John. Open the door.

Maybe he's taken a turn for the
worse. You'll have to put it in.

I can't do that.
It's private property.

Les!

HE THUMPS ON THE DOOR
Can you hear me?

Open the door!

Thank heavens.

Perhaps we should wait
for the police officer,

if something's happened.

I'm just a retired teacher.

I don't have the authority
for something like this.

Sergeant Morse should be here.

JOHN: Where is everybody?!

What were they doing, leaving the
girl alone? For God's sake...!

Is this all of you?

Er, looks that way.

Miss Travers...

What's going on?
It's all right.

You fell asleep.
You've had a nasty shock.

I want to go home.
We need to see about Les.

We just went to check on him,
but his door was locked.

I could stay with her,
if you can go with Mr Peckett.

No, we'll all go together.
All of us.

As County pieced it together,
the first victim that night

was a guest named Roland Parker,
who was found dead in his room.

And it was Parker's
fancy dress outfit

which Loomis put on to move freely
amongst the other guests.

Where the hell has he gone?

He must've gone out of the window.

He was in no fit shape for that,
hey, Doc? You saw the state of him.

He'd had a bang on the head,
Mr Peckett. That was all.

Well, something has happened.
I am telling you.

DOOR SLAMS, SHE GASPS

RIFLES THROUGH A DRAWER

So, what do you think you're looking
at with Stanton?

Someone emulating Loomis' handiwork.

It's odd, though, isn't it?

Of all the victims at Tafferton Park
that night...

only Churchyard
had crosses carved onto his eyes.

What are you thinking?

Could Creech have been there
with Loomis, do you think?

No reply from Morse's.

But according to the operator,

the snow's brought down cables
all over town.

Jim's going to look in on his place
to see if he's back.

Right.

WIND HOWLS

Mr Blake?
Are you all right?

Oh, my God!
Are you OK?

Fetch the blankets!

Get him by the fire,
we must get him warmed through.

He's frozen half to death.
Right, come on, this way.

I went to find you.

I lost my way.
Me?

I didn't think I was gonna get back.

I waved.
Didn't you see me?

I saw one of you.

I thought you'd come out after me.
Sit down.

You didn't recognise who it was?

It was just a shadow in the snow.

Well, fingers crossed,
they'll find their own way back.

And if not,
then we can send out a search party.

Er, Dr Nicholls,
we should let him settle,

then you and I go and examine
Mr Hobbs' body.

All right?
Yes.

Thanks for coming.
I'm not sure I've been any help.

If you want to get
to the bottom of this,

there's only one person left alive

who knows what truly happened
at Tafferton Park.

And that's Flavian Creech.

Good night.
Good night.

I have to see a patient
at Strangmoor Hospital.

It's urgent.

Who's this for?

Morse?

It's Sam you should be out there
looking for.

That's who you should "have to",
your own.

Our son. MY son!
Not somebody else's!

Why aren't you over there?

I'll tell you why.
Because you're a coward!

That's why.

If anything's happened to him...
Mum, don't say that.

You keep out of this! I'll say
what I please in my own house.

And I will thank you
not to take sides!

I'm not one of those women at work
that you think you can talk down to.

You think you know it all

with your books and your courses
and your clever ideas.

And where did that get you?
Leamington! Don't.

Please...
What does that mean?

Never mind what it means!

You weren't so bloody clever there,
were you?

No.

I'm your mother,

and you will give me the respect
that I'm due!

Well, go if you're going.

And if you are going,
don't bother coming back,

because I'm sick of the sight
of you!

DOOR SLAMS

She doesn't mean it.

Yeah, she does.

And she's right.

Doing nothing.

Bearing it.
That takes a different kind of guts.

But I'm no good at sitting
and waiting, never have been.

If I could do something
to help find Sam...

Of course you would.
She knows that. We all know that.

I'd tear the world down
to bring him home safe.

Give it my last breath.

But I can't.
There's nothing I can do. Nothing.

And that...

But if I can't fix the one thing...

I've got to fix the other.

You know how I am.

Sam's always taken after your mum.

Slow to anger and quick to forgive.

But you and me, we're...

I know.

What happened out at Chipping
Compton the other night?

I'm not interested in any petty rule
breaking with the Bundy clock, say.

But if there's anything which has a
bearing on what's happening here...

He's got a woman.

Les.

Her old man works away in the week.
So...

..while I'm having my break,
Les is...

I turn a blind eye for him,
that is all.

Mm.
How long was he gone?

Half an hour.

45 minutes.
Well...

there's no great mystery
as to the cause of death.

Someone cut his throat.

Most likely from behind.

The injuries to his eyes,
and I'm no pathologist,

but I'd say
they were inflicted postmortem.

What about his pockets?

Well, at least we know now
what the book was about.

He's not a tallyman
or a debt collector.

He's an agent for Zennons
Football Pools.

The street names and numbers
must have been his rounds.

The address on the envelope
in his jacket pocket.

Isis House, Abingdon Lane.
That's a probation hostel.

Perhaps he was in prison.

Oh, hello...

There is something else.

A cufflink.
Engraved. Number 37.

What about his other pocket?

Oh, good heavens.

22.

Do you think we should cover him?
Use a tablecloth or something.

Just...

Just lay it over him.

MORSE: Walsh...

"When the hurly-burly's done..."

I killed a policeman once.

He came asking for a missing boy
I'd been...

..enjoying.

Door to door.

Why do coppers call it that?

Do you all secretly aspire
to be commercial travellers?

Knock-knock-knocking
on suburban housewives' doors

with your...
with your little sample cases...

..filled with shoes
or brassieres or...

soap, whatever it may be.

I had a sample case.

But I didn't keep
bits of vacuum cleaners in it.

No.

You kept bits of people in it.

There's somebody just gone
up the steps.

What?

Didn't either of you see it?
No.

FAINT JINGLING
Did you hear that?

It's...
It's bells.

Fetch the others.

Come quick! You've got to come!
He's seen someone!

Who has?
Mr Walsh.

I should've gone after him,
but I don't feel so good.

What did you see? I don't know.
It was Walsh that saw it.

He went upstairs.
Which way did he go?

Left.
He went left.

That was taken yesterday morning.

A man carved up
with crosses for eyes.

Exactly the same as one of Warren
Loomis' victims at Tafferton Park.

Yeah, not just any man.

Hobbs is out on parole, then, eh?

Who's Hobbs?

The least of them.
The least of who?

All I can tell you is that
you can expect three more of them.

If it hasn't happened already.

I shouldn't think
they'll let the grass grow.

Who wouldn't?
The furies.

Three goddesses of vengeance,
who punished uncold criminals.

HE CHUCKLES

Ah...

..Warren.

My poor, little, rich boy.
A scholarship boy is what he was.

I've read the case files.

Loomis wasn't rich.
SCOFFS

Yes, he was.

Or he should have been.

That's what they really
put him away for.

Who did?

Who him put away?
There were four of them.

And Churchyard.

WIND HOWLS

HE GASPS Argh!

HE STRUGGLES TO SPEAK

Who did this?

Yeager, what happened?

HE GAGS AND GASPS What happened?

Jim...

Come in.

I did try to get you on the blower,
but the lines must be down.

I went by Morse's
but the place is in darkness

and he's not answering the door.

I wouldn't fret.

He usually lands butter side up.

SHE LAUGHS

So...

how is everyone?

And more to the point...

how are you?

I'm...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm just...
Hey...

SHE STARTS TO SOB Hey, now.

I've got you.

It's all right.

I've got you, don't worry.

SHE SOBS There now.

There, there.

It'll all be all right.

I've got you.

Someone should see
if Sergeant Morse is all right.

I'll go.
No, no. You'd better wait here.

Mr Blake and Miss Travers
are in no fit state

to defend themselves.

And I'll be careful.
Believe me.

Here...

You'd better knock this back.

It'll warm you right through.

SHE GASPS

You've got to get out of here,
now. What's going on?

I don't know. It's something
do with the Loomis case.

At the masquerade?

No, it wasn't just a masquerade,
it was a school reunion.

You think Loomis came here
seeking revenge

on the boys who had bullied him?
His classmates, no.

But the old boys, maybe.
Look, I don't know.

But I just know
whatever Loomis started in '63,

someone's come here now
to help him finish it.

You were there that night
at Tafferton Park.

Well...

..what can I say?
Many hands make light work.

What were the eyes about?
A religious thing?

No, just crosses.

What did you see him as, Loomis?

A kind of apprentice?

HE BLOWS

Er...

..a disciple.

But he didn't have the nerve for it,
did he?

That's why he stopped at Churchyard.

If Loomis did for Churchyard at all.

Warren had a great head
for figures...

..before they burned it out of him.

But no stomach for...

wet work.

Huh?

HE SCOFFS

They were all at Tafferton Park
for the do.

Of course they were, hm?

The big night they'd all been
waiting for.

Yeah, the payoff.
HE CHUCKLES

So...

..it fell to me
to put things right for him.

The manager was easy to find
cos he was in his office, but...

..I didn't know what the others
looked like and...

Well, I got...

..distracted.

Tell me about his family.

Please.

The colour supplement sent a snapper
to capture "Life In The Nuthatch".

HE SCOFFS

Our headshrinker was very taken
with the results, as you can see.

I'm not allowed into the gardens.

But Warren had visitors that day.

It's the picture on the right.
He had a sister.

Their grandmother brought her
every weekend.

I think Nanna was a bit camera shy.

Is he out?

Cold.

WIND HOWLS

Get to the road and just keep going.

When you get to the first house
call the police.

Go! Go!

Stop! Stop!

SHE GASPS

Here, get in, get in.

LES: More fares?
Any more fares?

Any more fares?

Move right along down inside.

Each side.

Next stop.

That's it... All right?
Yes, please, thank you!

You're safe now.
I'm a police officer.

Room for one more on top.
You're safe, all right?

You'd better let me tend to him.
M-M-Move along.

Oh, Dr Nicholls. DCI Thursday,
Doctor. Thames Valley.

It's all right.

There's a woman in my car
that needs attending to as well.

You wouldn't, by any chance,
have seen my sergeant?

HE STRUGGLES WITH A LOCK

Your concern for your friend's very,
erm... touching.

But it'd help if you were
in the right safe.

That's the safe
for the hotel guests.

The manager's personal safe
is behind that painting there.

What the hell are you talking about?
You know what I'm talking about.

As did Yeager here.

And Hobbs and Stanton.

Now, my guess...

is that it's something
to do with Loomis

and whatever's hidden in that safe
these past eight years.

What?!

You can either tell me now,
or you can tell them.

But I'm the only one standing here
between them doing to you

what they've done
to the rest of your little cabal.

Oh, what little cabal?

Actually, it's WYCH cabal, isn't it?

W-Y-C-H.

That's what was written
on the back of the envelope

inviting Stanton
to Chipping Compton.

I assume he thought the letter came
from you.

One of who?

W-Y-C-H.

Walsh, Yeager, Churchyard, Hobbs.

Now, considering Churchyard is dead,
that little cabal.

Why would he think the invitation
came from us?

The code...

WSW3MA?

All right, I was stumped at first.

But I saw your names
on the seating plan.

"House Cawdor.

"WSW3MA?"

"When shall we three meet again?"

For Stanton,
it was the terminus of the 33 bus.

The last bus of the night.

I know that because I was on it
and I saw him.

Now, there are two people
still alive in this hotel

who where also on the bus.

LES: End of the route!
All passengers alight, please!

You'll be all right a minute?

Call of nature.

Oh, gosh, are you all right?
HE GASPS

Urgh!
Let's get him off the path.

My invitation to take the 33 to
Haddonfield arrived this morning.

And I thought it had come from him

and that we were to speak
about Stanton's death when we met.

I suppose he thought his invitation
came from you or Hobbs.

But why didn't you sit by each other
on the bus?

WALSH: Never acknowledge
one another in public.

Those were the rules.

At first, I thought it must be
some kind of macabre coincidence

that we'd all ended up here
in this bloody hotel.

No, I don't think
it's a coincidence.

I think whoever
sent those invitations

never intended for you
to get to Haddonfield.

I think the hotel
was always the intended terminus.

Now, look, if you want
to get out of here alive,

I suggest you come with me, now.

So, what is it with these cufflinks?

Look, I know the who and how of it,
I just need the why of it.

I don't know what you mean.

If I've got some bargaining power,
I might be able to save your skin.

Stanton had ten numbers
on a blackboard in his room.

Since then, I've seen six of those
numbers on three sets of cufflinks.

First, on Stanton.
Second, in Churchyard's desk.

Third, in Hobbs' pockets.

Presumably, the final pairs
belong to you and Yeager.

So, tell me, what does it mean?
HE GASPS

I thought you were a detective,
Sergeant Morse.

Haven't you figured it out yet?

The numbers on the cufflinks
mark each man out

as a member of
the Football Pools syndicate.

Er, eight from ten.
The most popular Pools bet.

You put a cross on the coupon
next to the ten football fixtures

and hope at least eight
result in a score draw.

Five men, two numbers each.

Presumably, the winning line.
Mm.

There was a Pools coupon
in Stanton's room.

One of the winners
was a Mr C from Oxford.

Churchyard presumably.

Not so fast, Walsh.
We go together.

Go on, Sergeant.
You're so close.

So, what Churchyard has locked in
his safe these past eight years

is a cash prize from a win
on the Pools. Bravo!

Only, to prevent any one person
being able to make off

with all the winnings, Stanton
devised a double-blind system

that broke up the combination
among the syndicate.

WALSH: It could only be opened
when the five of us were together.

Stanton said it was foolproof.
I'm sure it would have been,

had Churchyard not been killed. What
he knew went with him to his death.

Which prevented anyone else
from gaining access to the money.

They might have been able to work it
out if they'd shared what they knew.

But avarice breeds mistrust.

Hobbs wasn't going to confide his
part while they were at liberty

and he wasn't.
He was in prison?

Eight years. Fraud.

The rest of them
didn't know how to blow a safe

without destroying its contents.
So, where did Loomis fit in to this?

My grandson...

was born with a gift, Sergeant.

An almost supernatural ability
to see patterns in random data sets.

Sets of data?
Such as what?

Such as several seasons' worth
of football results.

You mean, he came up with a method
of predicting the Pools?

He said the numbers danced for him.

He demonstrated his gift
to a schoolmaster.

I thought it was a joke.

I mean,
we'd been doing the Pools for years.

And the idea that a boy
could have better luck...

Oh, you must have thought you were
on to your own rocking horse winner.

Except, it wouldn't do for a teacher
to be found out enriching himself

at the expense of a pupil.

Which is where Churchyard came in.

He put the Pools coupon in
under his own name

on behalf of the syndicate,
so that Warren wouldn't realise

that he'd been betrayed
by Walsh and the rest.

Or so they thought.

The first we knew of any of it...

..was when the school rang
to say Warren had attacked Walsh

in some violent and psychotic fit
and been sent to Strangmoor.

It was his word against a teacher.

Meanwhile, the money had already
been claimed by Churchyard, so...

there was no way to connect it
to Walsh or the rest of them.

A year they let the money cool
in the safe, a year,

waiting for the fuss to blow over.

While Warren was dismissed as a
disturbed and violent fantasist.

But Linda found a coded message...

between Churchyard and the rest
of them in his office...

pertaining to the reunion.

That's when they were meant
to divvy up the spoils.

Only, my brother
got to them first. So...

that's why you carved crosses on
Stanton eyes and the rest of them.

You were following
your brother's example.

Well, I'm afraid I'm going to have
to deny you your last pair.

PECKETT: We don't want to 'urt you,
Sergeant Morse.

It's HIM we want.

What does a bus driver have to do
with this, Mr Peckett?

THURSDAY:
He was an orderly at Strangmoor.

DCI Thursday, Thames Valley.

I've just come from talking
to Creech there now.

Warren told me his story at the
time, but I didn't believe him.

After he killed himself,
it didn't sit easy with me.

So I looked up the family, they
convinced me of the truth of it.

I don't suppose 190,000 quid
came into it.

We'd no hope of that money, sir,

even though it was the family's
by right. This was about justice.

Justice? But Walsh and the rest
stole from Warren.

They didn't kill him.

They may not have held the blade
that slashed his wrists...

but they killed my grandson
just as surely as if they had.

THURSDAY: So, what now?
SIRENS BLARE

Still want to get away with it?
You'll have to do us all in.

Right, get these three
and the costume into a Maria now!

Come on! You heard the DCI.
Fall to!

Get a car for this one.

On what charge?!
I'll think of something.

We'll need an ambulance
for Mr Blake here.

YELLING

Is there any news?

On Sam?

No, sir.

No, not yet.

Right.

Could you, er, brief Mr Bright
this once?

I...

I've got to get back to the family.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Sir...

I will take those four weeks.

If the offer's still there.

As long as you need.

HE CHUCKLES

It's beginning to thaw.

The sun always comes up.

Just got to hold on for it
a bit longer sometimes...

..is all.

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