All language subtitles for Inspector Morse S07E02

(Doorbell)

SEATED MAN: ..he had no idea.

- You're in a bit of a pickle, Doctor.
- Mr Vaizey. Yes, I am, a bit.

- Could you get my keys out of my pocket?
- Yes, sure.

Thank you.

Thanks.

- Let me take this.
- Oh, thanks.

- What is all this?
- It's work from my practice.

I decided to put my nights on call to good effect.

It's called moonlighting, Doctor.

Oh, I hadn't really thought...

You're joking.

I swear, Dr Martin, you're the cleverest woman
in this place, yet you walk right into it every time.

- Thanks.
- ls that everything?

I've got one or two things yet to get,
but I can manage.

- Well, er, I'll say good morning.
- Thank you very much.

SECURITY GUARD: All clear, Charlie.
You're ready to go.

See you Tuesday, then.

- Off, then, Bob?
- Yeah. I might still catch the early bus.

- I could give you a lift.
- I'm going to Denfield. You're Birmingham.

- I've got to pick up some shopping first.
- All right. I'm with you, then.

Do you always drive this fast, Dr Martin?

Yes, I've always loved speed, Mr Clough.

Why? Does it make you feel uncomfortable?

No, not at all.

Check all outbuildings. Hop it.

Pay special attention to lorries, vans,
anything driven by a single male.

- Do you think he might have nicked a car?
- Car theft was his first love.

But not his last, which is why
we've got to catch this bloke double-quick.

Let's get out there and start looking.

(Siren)

- Morning, sir.
- Has the hospital confirmed who it is?

John Peter Barrie, sir.

- Also known as The Devil’s Disciple.
- Oh, God.

They discovered him gone at 7 am.

- Did they say how he got out?
- No details, sir.

- But we know Barrie is as sharp as they come.
- Don't we just!

(Door opens)

- Has everyone been briefed?
- Yes, sir.

We've started house-to-house searches, sir.

Patrols out. Roadblocks on all routes.

I don't want this man
loose on my patch, Morse, not him.

- In my book, what he did to those women...
- In everyone's book, sir.

If he comes here, we'll get him.

Lewis.

WAITRESS: Two eggs, sausage, with beans?
TRUCKER: Right, love, that's for me.

See you next week.

Oh, thanks.

- Scrambled eggs and fried bread?
- (Leaves tip)

Chief Inspector Morse, Mr McTeer,

and Sergeant Lewis.

Frank McTeer.
I'm the general manager, Chief Inspector.

Will you want the ward emptied?

No, we'll have to speak to the patients,
Mr McTeer. Have you any idea how he got out?

From the infirmary, yes.

He drugged my nurse, Henry Raynor,
took his keys

and walked out.

What kind of drugs did Barrie use?

He was prescribed sleeping pills
some months back. He...

He must have kept some aside.

- Going to Oxford, mate?
- That's right.

- I could do with a lift.
- Well, jump in.

I assume the infirmary is less secure
than the main hospital?

VAIZEY: Yes.

But that was never a worry.

Renwick's strengths are in the perimeter.

So what happened last night?

Mr Raynor came in at about erm...four.

He had a mug of tea with him.

Barrie said he couldn't sleep
and he wanted to play chess.

He asked for some tea.

Raynor rang down to the rest room,
and when Raynor went to the door to collect it,

that's when Barrie must have slipped the Mickey
into Raynor's mug.

I'd like to see his room in the main hospital.

- Talk to Raynor and the patients, Lewis.
- This way, Chief Inspector.

OK, then. Thanks for your help.

- Come on. Come on.
- This way, please, madam.

Have you seen this man
or picked up any hitchhikers?

Thank you very much.

Sergeant Lewis! In here.

Wasn't this place checked?

Only to make sure Barrie wasn't in here.

(Siren)

What's this?

He was writing a book,

a black Bible, he said.

I'd like to take some of this material with me.

Yes.

You allowed this? Look at it!

Chief Inspector...

The man stood up in open court

and claimed that he was acting
on orders from the devil, and you allowed this?

You've had him for two years.

Weren't you meant to be curing him?

You cannot cure a man
without first understanding him.

McTEER: Look, by indulging him, he opened up
to one of our psychiatrists, Esther Martin.

In order to engage Barrie,
Dr Martin read up on the occult.

He came to see her as a fellow believer,

and more,

as an earthly medium for some demoness.

Astoreth, he said it was.
We encouraged his belief.

A demoness?

And you bought that, Mr McTeer?

Half a dozen doctors
have diagnosed Barrie as psychotic.

And let me guess the rest.

In order to be seen as Barrie's friend,
Dr Martin had to deliver the goods.

Sleeping pills,

entry to the infirmary on demand,

- and his ''home comforts''.
- What would you have done?

We were able to go to his victims
and say that he was here, locked up.

But he isn't locked up any more.

Is he, Mr McTeer?

What's wrong?

Barrie, Mr McTeer.

VAIZEY: He might have changed
his appearance.

One of the washbasins was blocked, sir.

Human hair
and traces of what looks like hair dye.

Hair dye?

Barrie...was allowed to help out
in the dramatic society, Chief Inspector.

Message understood.

Pringle?

We've just had a new description.

He's in disguise.

Receding red hair.

Any doubts and we check for a tattoo
on the inside of his left arm.

- An inverted cross.
- All right.

Good morning, sir. Can I see some ID, please?
- Yeah.

What's up?

Have you picked anyone up this morning,
Mr...Shaw?

I picked a bloke up
at the caff just outside Denfield. Why?

Could this be the man?

No, definitely not.

No, this bloke was receding. He had red hair.

Hey, Cobbs!

Cobbsy! I think he's been here.

Where did you drop him?

(Siren)

I understand, but that's not my problem, is it?

Anyway, another squad car's just arrived,
so something's going on.

And listen, I want a new opening. Yeah.

Are you ready?

OK. Multiple rapist John Peter Barrie

is again at large, the self-proclaimed...

devil’s disciple, whose seven-year reign of terror
in the Midlands ended with his conviction

two years ago.

- Here he is!
- I've got to go.

Any more information?

REPORTER: Inspector!

- Can you make a statement, Chief Inspector?
- Has Barrie been spotted or what?

John Peter Barrie was dropped near here

- after his escape.
- Dropped from what?

He was given a lift in a lorry.
The driver is presently helping with an identikit.

But we know what Barrie looks like.

We did.

We now know that he was using a disguise.

You'll be given the identikit
as soon as it's available.

Do you think he's still in the area?

I can't say for certain, but er...

I would ask people in the area
to be both vigilant and cautious.

Under no circumstances
must this man be approached.

That's about all I can say at the moment.

Can you give us the driver's name?

That really is everything for now, folks.
The minute we get anything at all,

you'll hear about it.

REPORTER: Par for the course,
when you think about it.

He's long gone, sir. We've covered
the whole area and not seen a thing.

No, I'm not so sure, Lewis.
He specifically said ''Oxford'' to that lorry driver.

But if he is here, why is he here?

Why not London?
Why not out of the country altogether?

Did you warn that clergyman?

- Erm, Appleton?
- Yes. Yes, I've arranged for us to meet him.

You'd better leave one car here.

- Get the rest back on the search.
- I'll talk to the lads.

(Engine starts)

♪ BRAHMS: Sextet for Strings No.1
in B Flat Major

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

That's excellent. Truly.

It's so important to listen intensely.

Now... Ah, excuse me. It would seem
I've got some company. Same time tomorrow.

Thanks ever so much. Well done.

LEWIS: Marvelous, sir.

It's Brahms, opus 18.
The sextet's always a great favourite.

I thought I recognised it.

Chief Inspector Morse.
This is my sergeant, Lewis.

Canon Humphrey Appleton, Chief Inspector.

I thought it might be more convenient
if we met here. My own church is some way off.

Shall we go outside?

Well, I'm most grateful to you
for your warning call, Chief Inspector,

but I honestly can't imagine why this miscreant
should be so interested in me.

Barrie may be in the Oxford area, Canon.

And you're known to him. Your interests, I mean.

Ah, you mean the newspaper article.
Do you think I could see that?

Yes, there's also...

a manuscript

and some sort of calendar.

But this is to be read on a dull Sunday
over bacon and eggs.

Witches and wizards.

Eccentric.

Vaguely erotic, but essentially harmless.

You mean, there's more to it?

Well, there may be occasional carnality,
and more and more drugs are used, I hear,

but not much actual rock'n'roll, Sergeant, no.

But I've been saying this sort of thing for years
and no harm has come to me thus far.

I offer advice and support
to people who wish to reform.

This other material,
is it evidence or may I have a shufty?

I was hoping you'd ask to see it. I really do want
to find out all I can about this man, Canon.

Well, you already know a great deal.

You know this man is evil.

But how he came to be evil, that'd be
a truly fascinating investigation, Chief Inspector.

(Phone rings)

MAN: Has anything caught your eye, Mr White?

Er, yeah. This one here.

Although it does seem a little down-at-heel.

Mill Cottage.

Yes, it might need some upgrading,
but that is reflected in the asking price.

It does have a wealth of original features,
including a working water mill.

- It has the potential for a superb conversion.
- Hm. Has there been much interest?

Oh, yes, indeed. I should advise
any interested party to move PDQ.

I'll have to think about it, talk it over with my wife
and children. Do you have any particulars?

Oh, certainly.

- Sarah, Mill Cottage, please.
- Straightaway, Mr Perry.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Have a look, sir. They've done a good job.
Tattoo, everything.

- We're bound to have him soon.
MORSE: I hope so.

- ls Lewis around?
- Your office. With a couple of visitors.

This is Dr Esther Martin, sir.

We think we know
how Barrie got out of Renwick.

MARTIN: I'd decided to clean out my car.

I keep a traveling rug in the boot,
Chief Inspector.

When she took it out,
she found red stains on it, and human hair.

I'm perfectly able to explain this myself.

I live in Birmingham.

I have my own practice there.

The contract with Renwick is for two days a week
and for two nights on call once a month.

Given the distance from my home,
I spend my nights on call at Renwick.

This morning, I had to go back to my office
to get some papers...

..and I left the car open.

LEWIS: Did Barrie know you were on nights?
MARTIN: I suppose so.

I worked with him closely. He knew my routine.

I should think he almost certainly knew.

You weren't studying him, Doctor.
He was studying you.

I imagine this cock-and-bull story

about demons was meant to keep you hooked.

''Cock and bull''?

What does he mean, ''cock and bull''?

Barrie's been taking us for a ride.
He's been planning this escape for a long time.

He'd hardly break out of the infirmary on the
off chance there might be a taxi waiting, Doctor.

Your car, it has your name on it?

- For security, yes.
- And it's less likely to be searched.

I suppose so.

Barrie supposed so, an' all.

He broke out of the infirmary with the intention
of breaking into your car. He's good at that.

He didn't need to break in.
You left your door open.

You say ''cock and bull'', Chief Inspector,

but he told me
about all those other women he'd abused.

At no cost to himself.

Nothing could be added to his sentence.
He was in there for life.

Tell me,

how did he arrive at the conclusion
that you were...

I can hardly bear to say it.

Astoreth's medium.

I started studying the occult.

It was pretty tedious, but I persevered.

Eventually, I knew as much,
if not more, than Barrie.

He became convinced
that I was a Satanist, like himself.

He began to hint at other crimes

that he hadn't been tried for.

I asked him to talk about them, but he wouldn’t.

I was still only a woman, you see.

A ''brood mare'', he called me.

So I decided to raise my status.

I told him I'd been having strange dreams
in which I'd been shown symbols.

He asked me to draw them
and they made up the sigil of Astoreth.

A sigil is an occult sign.

He thought he'd made the discovery himself.

After that, it was all I could do to stop him
genuflecting when I came into the room.

You gave him the sleeping pills,

you got him into the dramatic society,
the infirmary,

and, to top it off, you drove him out of the gate.

I'm sorry.

I thought what I was doing was...

..for the best.

Constable.

Come with me.
We'll get you some fresh air, Doctor.

(Plays gentle ending)

BARRIE: You play like a man
with ten thumbs, priest.

(Appleton gasps)

Did I frighten you, shaman?

It's only a shadow, you fat fool.

A parlor trick.

See?

A trick.

The sign of excommunication.

You should appreciate that,juju man.

Trickery is, after all, your stock in trade.

Not trickery. I represent the truth.

You represent your own fat interests, charlatan.

Weakening men with your morality tales.

Do you know who I am?

I think so.

The copper, the one in the red car,
why did he come to you?

Morse?

He thought you might wish me harm.

He found some newspaper articles in your room.

(Laughs) Research.

Nothing more. You are nothing to me, shaman.

Now, you get back to your little house

and call this Morse creature.

Tell him I wish to speak with him.

Go on, you fat slug! Tell Morse I want him here!

(Church bells)

- Keep your eyes open, Terry.
- Righto.

- Where's Johnson?
- At the station.

But how did he know we'd spoken, Morse?
I'd told no-one. How did he know?

I've gone over the church and grounds, sir.

- There's no sign of him.
- Thank you, Lewis.

At least we now know he's not after me,
Chief Inspector. He wanted those articles

for research purposes, he said.

Have you had time
to study the manuscript, Canon?

Some of it.

It says nothing original, but it is well-written and it
shows Barrie to have a firm grasp of his subject.

How can someone so bright
believe in all that stuff?

I believe in an historical figure
who made the lame walk and the blind see

and raised himself from the dead,
or don't you believe that?

(Phone rings)

Appleton.

It's Barrie.

He wants to speak to you.

Morse.

The woman, Esther Martin,
I want her brought to Oxford.

Now listen to me. The situation is hopeless.
You can't stay on the run for ever.

Why not? I'm invisible, Morse.

I watched you speaking to that fat charlatan
and you never even saw me. I'm invisible.

Now, I want the woman brought to Oxford.

Why do you want her here?

I'll tell you when you've brought her here.
Now, do I get her or not?

I don't have the authority to make concessions.

It's not a concession, Morse.
I'm giving you an order.

And I'm telling you I don't have the authority!

You just made a mistake, Morse.

You'll see if you haven't.

(Line goes dead)

LEWIS: What did he say?

He wants Esther Martin brought to Oxford.

And when I refused, he said I'd made a mistake.

I get the feeling he's right.

Esther, come in. Chief Inspector Morse
has some information for us.

- Have you caught him?
- No, not yet.

We are now certain
that Barrie is in the Oxford area, Dr Martin,

and, what's more, he intends to stay there.
For the moment, at least.

But we don't know why. In your dealings
with him, did he ever mention Oxford?

Not that I can remember, no, Chief Inspector.

But what makes you so sure
about his intentions?

Because Barrie asked for you
to be brought to Oxford.

Good Lord!

What did you say?

I said no.

MARTIN: I think you may have made
the wrong decision.

You should have agreed. It wouldn’t
have worried me. You must understand that.

- You should have said yes.
- It's not that simple, Doctor.

To Barrie it is.

And shouldn't this give us cause for thought?
I mean, why does he want me there?

Isn't it possible I'm right about Barrie,

and he does really believe I am this medium,

and he wants me nearby?

Couldn't we possibly use that somehow?

There is another possibility, Doctor -
that he wants to harm you in some way.

He knows you tried to deceive him.

He didn't harm me
when I drove him out of Renwick.

You had Mr Clough in the car.
Barrie would never have taken the chance.

I agree with the Chief Inspector, Esther.

We think you should stay at home
until this is over.

I see.

If you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

(Starts engine)

- (Miaows)
- Hey, you just be patient, do you hear?

You'd think you hadn't been fed
in a month of Sundays.

(Back door opens)
- ls that you, Stevie?

Stevie?

Stevie?

Stevie?

(Voice trembling) Stevie?

Stevie?

Look, I know someone's here.

I've got a knife here.

Stevie?

(Sighs)

(Screams)

(Cat miaows)

(Miaows)

(Miaows)

(Cat squeals)

Foul is fair and fair is foul.

That's what your satanic Bible amounts to.

Righteousness is but a fetter on man.
Remove it and you have the superman.

But no veiled reference to Barrie's current
intentions, if that's what you were hoping for.

A vague hope, yes. Anything that might help us
catch this man before he harms someone.

Well, there was something in the calendar.

- You mean you can make sense of that thing?
- Oh, yes.

It's in the language of the celestial alphabet,
with a few sigils and symbols thrown in.

But there was a date marked out, August 1st.

That's just a few days away.

Yes, Lammas Day,

when homage is paid to the devil.

(Pager bleeps)
- Oh, excuse me, sir.

Was there anything else?

There was a sigil representing fire
set down beside the date.

Now, I can't be certain of its significance,

but satanic fundamentalists

do regard fire as the prime symbol
of their master's power.

How can you be so matter-of-fact about all this?

Sigils,

Lammas Day,

''the language of the celestial alphabet''.

We're about to enter
the third millennium, Canon.

Yes, but the occult will always be with us,
Chief Inspector.

It reflects a part of our nature.

If you believe that,
it follows that we're all like Barrie, does it not?

Well, potentially like him, yes.

In church, he accused me
of weakening men by what I do.

I preach morality and restraint.

Without those things, we have Barrie.

It appalls me to think there's a connection
between myself and that man,

but consider his crimes, Chief Inspector,

and ask yourself this.

When we look at a woman,

how many of us can say
that our look is truly innocent?

I can't.

So, from Barrie's point of view, he could argue

that what distinguishes him from me
is his honesty.

LEWIS: Sir!

Barrie. He's abducted a woman.

Cobbs is inside, sir.

He left this for us, sir.

It's written in blood.

Who lives here?

A Mr and Mrs Trevors.

The chap outside's a Mr Tracey.

He came to buy some fresh eggs
and...found this.

There's more through here.

(Clock chimes)

LEWIS: More blood.
COBBS: The Trevors had a cat, Sergeant.

Barrie said I'd made a mistake, Lewis.

And this is the consequence.

This is Barrie's doing, sir, no-one else's.

Do we know where Mr Trevors is?

There's some business correspondence
there, sir.

He seems to be a sign writer or a painter.

There's a job offer from one of the colleges.

He should be there now.

We'd better go and tell him what happened here.

Maugham Willowbank. Chief Inspector Morse?

- This is Sergeant Lewis.
- How do you do?

What's this all about?
ls Trevors in some kind of trouble?

I can't have an intimate knowledge
of everyone I employ.

Just take us to see him, will you, Bursar?

Mr Trevors, these er...gentlemen
would rather like...

We're police officers. Chief Inspector Morse.
This is Sergeant Lewis.

We’ve just come from your house.

My house?

Why? What's wrong?

I'm very sorry, Mr Trevors,
but we think your wife's been abducted.

That can't be right.

Holly?

Abducted? She'll be out somewhere.

- You've made a mistake.
- No mistake, sir.

Well, who would do that? Well, why?

Mr Trevors, are you familiar with the name
John Peter Barrie?

She wasn't taken by him?

Not him?

No.

Mr Trevors, we know this man
plans very carefully what he does.

Would you have noticed if anybody had been
hanging around near your house recently?

No, there was no-one.

WILLOWBANK: Poor chap.

My staff and I will be happy to look after him
until he's recovered.

I'd prefer Mr Trevors was taken home, Bursar.

We want to talk to him again.

As you wish.

There's one question, Mr Trevors.

Does your wife have a car?

No. No car.

How did Barrie
get her away from the house, Lewis?

He must have transport, sir.

You take Mr Trevors home.
Wait with him till Barrie calls.

I'll check and see what vehicles
have been stolen since Barrie escaped.

Sergeant, I'd like a list of any vehicles stolen
since Barrie's escape.

Up to his old tricks?

It looks like it.

ls Chief Superintendent Strange around?

Press conference, sir.

- Chief Superintendent...
- Can you tell us...

Chief Superintendent,
are you certain Barrie abducted Mrs Trevors?

REPORTERS: Yes.
- Oh, that's...

There's no doubt. No doubt at all.

A forensic examination of a message left for
the police clearly implicates John Peter Barrie.

But why abduction, Chief Superintendent?
That's not been Barrie's style.

There are certain matters we can't discuss.

REPORTERS: But why not?

What I'd like to emphasize is this.

We now have approximately 100 men
involved in the search for Barrie.

And these officers
are engaged in mobile patrols,

door-to-door inquiries and extensive searches
of premises and property.

This level of activity will be sustained
until this man is caught

and Mrs Trevors returned to her family.

What's he doing to my wife,

meantime,

till you catch him?

What if he's having us on?

That woman could be suffering God knows
what agonies and we're sitting on our backsides.

Anything on the stolen cars?

Not yet. Everyone's been issued
with a description.

(Phone rings)

Morse.

You saw?

- I saw.
- Well?

Do I get Martin?

ls Mrs Trevors all right?
You haven't harmed her?

Not yet. Do I get Martin?

Why do you want her?

She's a deceiver.
Like all of her kind, she has lessons to learn.

You can't expect us to hand her over to you.

I expect you to keep her till I'm ready for her.

August 1st, you mean?

Lammas Day.

Don't play games, Morse.
You people are no match for me.

We caught you before.

I'll let that go. For now.

Now, I want the Martin woman
brought to the Castle Hotel.

I want to see her go in at 10am.
Remember, I've stood next to you before, Morse.

You, be at the gate to Lees Farm
at 11 o'clock tomorrow night.

(Morse sighs)

I hope to God he was telling the truth
about Mrs Trevors.

He didn't like that, did he,
when you said he'd been caught?

But he was caught.

Coming out of a house he'd burgled in Leicester.
It was fortuitous.

A beat constable in the right place
at the right time, but he was caught.

Why should that bother him?

Now, I have been wondering
what you were going to do with this.

Stick it in me?

Liar!

I wonder what it feels like.

A bit like a bee sting, I suppose,
with the real pain coming afterwards.

Do you think so, huh? Like a sting?

I'm sorry about the gag.

It's just that they're out there looking for me.

They won't find me, of course.

Fear.

That's what this place smells of. It stinks of fear.

TAPE: ♪ Aria from Massenet's Manon

(Knocks)

Are you still here, sir?

Yes.

Well, you know,

calls to make,

soundings to take.

What calls were those, sir?

I've arranged for you to be at Lees Farm
first thing in the morning

with Sergeant Brenner.

Sergeant Brenner?

What's he got to do with this?

He's been on all the right courses, Morse.
Special surveillance.

- Hostage situations.
- That's not on, sir.

This is meant to be a simple handover.
No heroics.

- Barrie will be expecting something like that.
- Like what?

I simply want you to go there early
and get the lie of the land.

You're gambling with that woman's life.

At the very least,
it's a professionally dubious course of action.

Don't you lecture me on professionalism, matey.

Look, what if we pull this off?
We'd have done everyone a favour.

I don't know ''everyone'',

but I know who Holly Trevors is
and I know her husband.

We put her in this predicament

and now we're going to compound that
by trying some gung-ho rescue attempt!

I think you've said enough,
don't you, Chief Inspector?

I really don't know, sir,
but you can help me there.

ls there any point in putting my argument to...

higher councils?

Absolutely none.

I see.

''Calls to make'' and ''soundings to take''.

You know the rules.

The rules.

(Slams door)

(Bleating)

The geographical configuration
is good, Chief Inspector.

Those woods are the only zone of negative
visibility for him. He'll send her across from there.

And what does all that mean, Sergeant Brenner?

I can incrementally populate that wood
with my lads

and sit and wait for him.

And what kind of condition
will your lads be in, after lying in there all day?

Oh, I'll look after them, sir.

I, personally, can lie buried in a hole
in the ground for up to three days.

Really?

- Morning, Sergeant.
- She's all yours.

Let's get indoors quickly.

No sign of him, sir.
I'll just go and have another look round outside.

You've met Constable Curtis.

- Yes, she was very kind to me at the station.
- Can I take your case?

No, it's all right. I can manage myself, thanks.

I don't like fuss.

Constable Curtis will be in the next room.

And we've two big beefy men downstairs.

I've not yet been told
what Barrie had to say, Chief Inspector.

I'd like to know.

He said you had a lesson to learn.

I see.

And Mrs Trevors?

He says he hasn't harmed her.

It's been decided, Doctor, to try to intercept
Barrie when he releases Mrs Trevors.

- I thought you should know.
- Was that your idea?

No.

Dr Martin, I referred to Barrie's arrest
and it seemed to annoy him.

Would you know why?

Barrie was the devil’s man, Chief Inspector.

His capture was a humiliation to him.

How did he deal with it?

His paranoia came to the rescue.

He simply told himself he'd been betrayed.

- By whom?
- I don't know.

I don't think he actually needed a person
to pin the blame on.

This is Night Hawk 1.

BRENNER: Time check at 23:00.

Night Hawk 4. Time check confirmed.

Night Hawk 1, this is Night Hawk 3.

Visual contact. Visual contact.

This is Night Hawk 3. On top of target.
Please advise.

Go, go, go, go, go!

What the...?

- Who the hell are you?
- Get his bloody hat off!

It's just a couple of bunnies for the pot.

- I swear.
- (Night Hawks groan)

Target error, Night Hawk 1. Target error.

(Distant organ)

♪ BACH: Toccata and Fugue in D Minor

(Organ playing stops)

(Whimpering)

- (Muffled screams)
- No, please don't panic. It's all right.

- I'm helping you.
- (Muffled) Thank you.

Oh, help me.

- Ow.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

HOLLY: Oh, God. Help me, please.

Thanks.

(Door opens)

- I'm Chief Inspector Morse, Mrs Trevors.
- Sergeant Lewis.

We'd like to ask you some questions,

- if you feel able to answer.
- Yes.

Could you tell us what happened
the day you were abducted, Mrs Trevors?

Well, there's nothing much to tell.

I was feeding my cat and I heard a noise.

When I went to look, he was there.

When I woke up, I was in a dark room.

Could you see anything
of the place you were held in?

No, just an empty room,
and that was dark most of the time.

But I'm sure it was in the country.

What was Barrie driving?

Oh, some kind of van.

Did you see Barrie at any time?

Oh, he came into the room and spoke to me.

How did he look?

Not like your photo of him, I can tell you that.
He had dark hair. A wig, maybe.

- He had a small beard.
- A beard?

Mrs Trevors, could you describe him
to our Photo-fit officer?

I just want to get home to my husband.

Sergeant Lewis can get you home.
I can have the Photo-fit artist see you there.

If you want.

(Knock at door)
- Who is it?

Chief Inspector Morse.

Come in, Chief Inspector.

- Have a seat.
- Thank you.

- Have you been to the hospital?
- Yes.

Barrie erm...didn't assault Mrs Trevors.

Was she able to help you?

We know that he's driving a van of some kind,

that she was held in the country and that Barrie

is using a new disguise.

He seems to be very resourceful,
doesn't he, Chief Inspector?

Dr Martin,

I can't tell you not to worry.

But, despite Barrie's undoubted confidence
in his own ability,

I think he'd find it difficult to reach you here.

Chief Inspector, you've got a lot on your plate
without having to reassure me.

And it's not too bad here, anyway.
I've even managed to get some work done.

ls that your family?

Yes.

My mum and dad and my three brothers.

That's Harry. He's the eldest. He's a QC now.

And Jimmy, he's in the Air Force.

And Eric's got his own computer firm.

And then there's me.

- You're the youngest?
- Yes.

I imagine there was a great deal of competition
to be your protector.

I wouldn't have allowed that.

Besides, I think the idea of my needing
protection would have amused those boys.

Yes, growing up with those three
was very instructive.

- About what?
- Getting ready for the adult world.

If I'd allowed myself to be cosseted,
that would not have been an ideal preparation.

You're probably right,

but I can't see you as a tomboy.

Well, that was then.

How about that? ls that close to what you mean?

That's it. That's as close as I can remember.

Thanks, Mrs Trevors. You've been marvelous.

And thank you, Mr Trevors, for your patience.

If you want, I can have someone
at the house for a while.

There's no need for that.

I can look after my own.

(Car engine starts)

(Car drives away)

Aren't you glad to see me, Stevie?

Why'd you get involved with them coppers?
Telling 'em things.

I had no choice, did I?

It's going to say on the news who helped, isn't it?

What's Barrie going to do about that?

- You should have said nothing.
- He won't come back here, will he?

You'll have to kill him if he comes back, Stevie.

Do you think he'll come back?

That depends, doesn't it,

on how much he enjoyed your company?

Nothing happened, Stevie.
I swear nothing happened.

You expect me to believe that?

Barrie lifts you and you say,

''Nothing happened.''

It's the truth, Stevie.

(Holly screams)

Where's he getting all this stuff?

Could he be buying it somewhere?

There are plenty of outlets - fancy-dress hire,
joke shops, theatrical retailers, but it's expensive.

Then where does he get the money?

And the van.
There's still no report of any stolen van.

No.

I want to talk to Appleton, Lewis.

See that this is distributed to the media
and get a copy to The Mail.

♪ BRAHMS: Sextet for Strings No.1
in B Flat Major

Marvelous! That was terribly good.

I'll tell you what, let's take a break.
Ten minutes. All right?

- That was wonderful.
- Thank you very much.

Do you know, when all the excitement
died down the other night,

I had this sudden realization
that Barrie had been a pretty fair organist,

and he played a religious tune, too.

Doesn't that make you wonder?

It's not a priority, no.

Sorry. Just a thought.

Canon, Barrie has the use of a van,

he has the use of a house

and he's managed to acquire a new disguise.

I think someone's helping him.

Yes, but who?

ls it possible that he's made contact
with fellow occultists in the area?

Are there occultists in Oxford?

Oh, yes.

I couldn't give you any names, but they are here.

ls there any way I can get names?

There are bookshops that specialize
in occult literature. You could always consider

asking to see their mailing lists.

There's a shop in Oxford?

No, the nearest one is Wycombe.

A small place called...

Esoterica.

Run by a Mr Heironymous St John.

(Phone rings)

- Hi, Jane.
- You haven't gone and caught him?

- We've just put today's item together.
- No. The new Photo-fit. We'd like you to get it in.

Let's have a look at him.

Look at him!

- You...
- Can I have a look at that, please?

I think I've seen him.

What?

I have seen him.

He was there on that first day
at the car-park-and-ride.

TANNOY: The Reading and London train

will depart from Platform 1 at 15:19.

BARRIE: Room for one more?

I think so.

(Chuckles)

Of course it is. Nine letters.

(Reads clue) You are looking at it.

''Crossword.'' Get it?

Very clever.

- Your hobby?
- No, I just like puzzles in general, really.

Keeps the brain ticking over.

Holiday?

Lanzarote. Costa Teguise.

It's a bit quiet, but I like it.

It's not that quiet.

And you without the wife!

No.

I'm a widower, actually.

- Oh, that was clumsy of me. I'm sorry.
- That's all right.

No, it was wrong of me.

I live alone as well. Divorced.

I mean, the children come round occasionally,
you know, but it's not the same.

What about you?

One boy.

He lives in South Africa.

Well, that's not much good, is it?

It was definitely him.

I could tell there was something about him.
His eyes were boring into me.

That's the one. Mill Cottage.

- (Reads) A unique opportunity to acquire...
- Thank you.

Lewis.

- Hold it!
COBBS: It's only us.

The place is empty, sir,
but there's been someone living there.

Food scraps. Bits of paper. That sort of thing.

- Thank you, Cobbs.
- Sir.

We could button the whole place up again, sir,
wait for him to come.

He won't be back here, Lewis.

Whatever else he is, he's not stupid.

He must know the estate agent can identify him.

What's worrying
is he doesn't seem to care too much.

- Don't your colleagues want something to eat?
- I don't know what's happening with them.

Anyway, they look as if
they could do with missing a meal or two!

- Evening, sir.
- Constable. Dr Martin.

May I?

Please, Chief Inspector.

- Do you want to order something?
- No, thank you.

- Has there been any more news?
- None, I'm afraid.

How's he managing
to keep one jump ahead, sir? ls it just luck?

Not luck, Constable. I think Barrie's getting help.

From where?

Possibly from occultists in the area.
I intend following it up.

And Esther, sir?

Barrie's made no effort to contact us.

All we can do is keep you here and stay alert.

What about your domestic arrangements?

- Oh, that's not a problem, sir.
- You're not married?

I live with someone.

He divides his time between me
and the motorbike, but he's all right.

- He's got a motorbike?
- Yeah.

I had a motorbike once.

You?

What was it?

A Harley, actually.

It belonged to my eldest brother,

and the supposition was
that it would pass on to the next male in the line.

But I challenged my other brothers to a speed
trial, saw them both off and got to keep the bike.

That's wonderful.

That's fantastic, Doctor!

Why should Dr Martin's success
cause you such unbounded joy, Constable?

Oh, no reason, sir.

Come on. You could barely contain yourself.

I was pleased because she beat them
at what's considered their own game.

That's never easy for a woman,
as we don't get to make the rules.

Or don't you agree, sir?

Yes, I do,

but in beating them at their own games,

aren't you in danger
of losing something essential?

Our cuddly qualities, sir?

If you mean a disinclination to violence

and a greater capacity
for fair-mindedness and compassion,

then yes,

your "cuddly" qualities.

I've always seen femininity as a...

a guarantor of civilization.

You've rather an idealized view of us.

That may be, but it is my view.

I can sum up your idea
of feminine qualities in one word.

Weakness.

And it's that weakness

that sustains discrimination,
inequality and violence in all its forms.

From the Saturday-night slap to the kind
of things we get from this bastard we're chasing.

Are you sure you don't want any coffee,
Chief Inspector?

No, thank you, Doctor.

I appear to have upset Constable Curtis.

That was inexcusable,

even if it was unintentional.

Good night.

MARTIN: Good night.
- Constable.

Sir.

From what the reporter, Broomfield, has told us,

Barrie's been driving this van since his escape,
but no van has been reported stolen.

Then there's this make-up, sir.
Where's it all coming from?

LEWIS: Someone's looking after Barrie.

This shop in Wycombe,
what kind of muck do they peddle?

Oh, exegeses on ancient grimoires,
I should think, sir.

Ah, I see.

You'd better get up there, Lewis.
If there's any nonsense, tell this Heironymous

- that we'll bring the roof down on him.
- Right, sir.

''Exegeses on ancient grimoires''?

It's good, isn't it?
I got it from a book in the library.

(Bell)

They're against it, you know.

Are they? Why's that?

Who knows?

Could it be that hell is not so commodious,
that it couldn't cope with the sudden influx?

Mr Saint John?

- That's ''Sin-jun''.
- ls it?

My name's Sergeant Lew-is,
from Thames Valley CID,

and I'd like to look at your mailing list, please.

Oh, I'm afraid that's not possible,
Sergeant Lew...is.

You see, I guarantee strict confidentiality
to my clients.

We live in such...

intolerant times.

If I don't get a look at the list,
I'll be back here in half an hour with a court order

and three or four very nosy lads
from the press, Mr Saint John.

(Footsteps)

(Children argue)

£1.60, please.

Keep the change.

(Mumbles) Thank you very much.

Look, I'm sure it's him.

No, he didn't look like the photograph,
but he's got that tattoo.

''Keep an eye on him''? Who do you think I am,
Arnold Schwarzenegger?

Get someone down here quick.

(Siren)

I'm telling you, it was him. Sitting out there
like a regular tourist reading the London A to Z.

You're sure it was the London A to Z?

- Positive.
- And which way did he go?

Up towards the motorway.

I guess he knew I'd recognised him.

I guess he did.

Could you describe him to a Photo-fit officer?

I'd better. You lot have got him all wrong.

COBBS: Sir.

Just had a call from Sergeant Lewis.

He's come up with a name.
Maugham Willowbank.

Have I got that right?

Oh, yes.

(Siren)

Chief Inspector Morse? This way, please.

(Bells chime)

MAN: You just haven't got enough work.

- Are you mad?
- No.

- Chief Inspector Morse, Bursar.
- Mr Willowbank knows who we are.

Come in, Chief Inspector.
May I introduce my solicitor, George Granger?

Your solicitor?

You just happened to be passing, Mr Granger?

No.

My client received a telephone call
from a Mr St John of Wycombe.

Mr St John informed my client that certain
inquiries had been made at his establishment

concerning recipients of arcane literature.

Since my client is such a recipient -
whose interest is wholly academic, I might add -

he thought it prudent
to avail himself of my advice.

Did he?

He did, and in view of your brusque manner,
Chief Inspector,

I should say wisely so.

John Peter Barrie.

The man who's absconded from bedlam?
What's he to do with this?

Barrie shares your client's interest
in the arcane, Mr Granger.

He's in this area.

LEWIS: Someone's helping him to stay free.
- He abducted a woman,

Mrs Holly Trevors.

Mr Trevors was working here at the time,
which we think was convenient,

because it left Barrie free to enter his home,
violently assault Mrs Trevors

and hold her against her will.

Let me see if I can grasp the essence
of what you both have said.

You're suggesting
my client is aiding this lunatic Barrie

as a consequence
of a shared interest in rare books.

But when you last conversed with my client,
he had that day

returned from, I believe, a tedious seminar
on management theory in Torquay.

How could he have helped this man?

We're not accusing your client,
but he did know Mrs Trevors would be alone.

Did he? But my client has only
the scantest knowledge of Mr Trevors

and none at all concerning his marital status.

Mr Trevors is a skilled artisan,
recommended to my client by myself

following an exquisite job of work
he rendered on a frieze at my home.

I still have the letter of commendation.

I humbly suggest
that Mr Trevors' commission here

and his wife's regrettable experience
are purely coincidental.

Unless you can prove otherwise.

I merely wanted to question
your client, Mr Granger.

Then I hope our answers have been satisfactory,
so that you can leave my client in peace.

And I mean in peace.
The law will not allow his thirst

for ancient knowledge
to be used as justification for a witch-hunt.

(Gate squeaks)

There's been some news on the radio.
Barrie might be headed for London.

Oh? We can all get on with our lives,
then, can't we?

That was a bit hard to take.

There's a connection, Lewis.

Willowbank's an occultist. He employs Trevors,
whose wife is abducted by another occultist.

There's a connection and we're not seeing it.

Well, it might not be our problem any more,
not if Barrie's gone to London.

And if he has, he'll be back.

Why have Esther Martin brought to Oxford
and then walk off? It doesn't make any sense.

Well, whatever Barrie's up to, we'll find out
soon enough. Today's Lammas Day.

(Chanting) Lammas Day. The devil’s day.

Lammas Day is the devil’s day.
The devil’s day. Lammas Day is the devil’s day.

My lord and master, Prince Lucifer,

I acknowledge thee as my true god

and promise to obey and serve thee
all the days of my life.

I renounce the false god
and the false prophet Jesus Christ

and all the saints and sacraments of the Church.

I...

(Screaming)

(Confused shouting)

Help! Help! Help!

(Screams of terror)

- That'll do me. I've got a couple of prints off him.
- Thank you.

APPLETON: Who could it be?

MORSE: Whoever it is, I think Barrie killed him.

He's been stabbed,
then the body doused with petrol and set alight.

Fire, and on Lammas Day, Canon.

What went on here, Canon?

Well, a black mass, quite clearly, Chief Inspector.

Might I look at the altar?

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

Would you empty the chalice
for me, please, Sergeant?

Yeah. Turnip.

Dyed black.

A parody of the Eucharist.

Seven. There were seven of them, Morse.

The dead man and six others.

You mean Barrie walked in here
and did that in front of six people

and they just stood and watched?!

Terror, Morse.

Something terrified them.

Lewis, go and check the dead man's prints
with criminal records.

I want to talk to Willowbank.

(Morse knocks on door) Mr Willowbank?

This is Chief Inspector Morse!
Open the door, please!

Mr Willowbank, open the door!

(Chain is removed and door unlocked)

Sergeant, what about that?

Yeah, what about that?

Let's see if we can get a print-out
of the full case report.

You were at the clearing
in Newham Wood last night.

I'd like to know what happened there,
Mr Willowbank.

I can't help.

I ca...

I can't help.

Listen to me.

A man was murdered at that clearing.

(Sobs)

He was taken.

I conjured him up.

I...

I conjured him up.

The Goat of Mendes.

I saw him reach into my brother's flesh...

..and tear out his very soul.

- What you saw was a murder.
- No!

I saw him walk through the fire!

Mr Willowbank, since when has the devil needed
four-star petrol for his pyrotechnic displays?

What you saw was a man,

John Peter Barrie,

made up to look like God knows what.

It was Barrie!

A man?

Barrie?

I want the names of the others

- and the name of the dead man.
- Oh, no names, please.

The name of the dead man.

Sir! I've got something on the dead man.

The dead man is Steven Trevors, Lewis.

Trevors?

What have you got on him?

Well, I think he was once Barrie's partner, sir.

Trevors' fingerprints
showed up in criminal records.

Seven years ago, there were two reported rapes
in the Chesterfield area.

Both attacks were carried out by two men.

Their victims, a Miss Edwina Trent
and a Mrs Emily Hallett,

were both assaulted in their own homes.

Mrs Hallett was hit with an ashtray.
That's how we got the fingerprint.

Unfortunately, there was never
a name or a face to go with the print until now.

Chesterfield was in Barrie's old patch, sir.

His partner.

It's perfect, Lewis.

That's why he came to Oxford.
He knew he'd get help here.

But Mrs Trevors, sir, are we saying
her husband helped set up her abduction?

Why not? You've read this.

Even if Trevors wanted to,
he couldn't have refused.

Barrie knew about his background.
He could have threatened to expose him.

You'd better go and see Mrs Trevors,
tell her what happened.

- What will I tell her, sir?
- That she's a widow.

The rest can wait.

(Door chime)

Mrs Trevors?

It's the police.

Mrs Trevors?

Take a look around.

MORSE: Barrie and Trevors were once partners.

They split up, but Barrie went on his own
and eventually got caught.

Now, if he believed he'd been betrayed,

wouldn’t he suspect his former associate?

But if you're right,
why didn't he betray Trevors in turn?

He was keeping Trevors
for his own brand of retribution.

But these items taken from the victims, the lighter
and the brooch, Barrie never took anything

other than their dignity.

- Taking things adds to the risk of getting caught.
- Maybe Trevors wasn't as careful.

We know Barrie was careful, sir,
and there's this victim here, Mrs Hallett.

She and her husband worked from home.
They'd normally be in the house together.

How could the two men have known
she'd be alone?

That had to be an opportunist attack.
That's not Barrie's style.

That point I can't argue with.

Chief Inspector...
what does all this mean for me?

Barrie said that we were to keep you
till he was ready for you.

Meaning Trevors first, me next.

- Nothing, sarge.
- No. Me neither. Come on.

(Upstairs floorboard creaks)

(Further creaking)

There's someone up there.

Yeah. Come on.

- Sarge.
- What?

Well, what if it's Barrie?

- Ask him to come down.
- Oh, right.

(Screams)

(Door chime)

It's all right. It'll be Appleton.

Morse.

I've told the Canon how we found her, sir.

She refuses to talk to us. She asked to see you.

She should be seeing a doctor.

LEWIS: She wouldn’t allow us to call one in.

(Sighs)

You asked to see me, Mrs Trevors?

Something happened last night.

Something terrible happened.

I know.

These two are saying it was a man. It was Barrie.

I want to hear what you say.

Mrs Trevors,

if the devil came down onto the earth last night...

..why would I deny it?

The churches would be filled
with sinners wishing to repent.

No.

What you saw was a man.

It was Barrie.

But he caught hold of my Stevie.

Why should Barrie want Stevie?

He's... He's...

He's got nothing against us.

Mrs Trevors, I'm very sorry,
but Barrie murdered your husband last night.

But why?

We... We don't know for certain.

Try and get some rest, Mrs Trevors.

Try and get to sleep now.

The thing is,
I knew something like this would happen.

I wanted no part of their witchcraft. It was Stevie.

He said I had to go along with him.

ls there no-one we can call, Mrs Trevors?

No-one.

MORSE: As in everything else, Barrie seems to
have been very careful in his choice of partner.

Do you know, I almost wish he'd...

..well, try whatever it is he intends to try.

All this waiting is getting quite unnerving.

It's been less than 24 hours
since he murdered Trevors.

I think he'll wait a little while longer
in the hope that we'll lower our guard.

It must have been very difficult,
working so closely with him.

It was. When he told me about his crimes,
he could get quite explicit.

He'd relive them for me.

ls there no-one else who could have done it?

It was my job, Chief Inspector.

There were plenty of other people who wanted it,
but I was the best qualified. I got it on merit.

I sense you think I was the wrong choice.

Too cuddly, maybe?

That's not my word,

but, if you must know,

I wouldn't have let someone like you
within a million miles of him.

(Sighs)

(Knock at door)

Hello, Holly.

What do you think, hm?
Do I make a passable bitch?

- What do you want?
- Two things.

Last night, in front of the fire,
for some odd reason I was thinking of Stevie

and his liking for trinkets.

Have you still got them, Holly?

Yes.

He betrayed me, therefore he must forfeit
everything that was granted him.

He didn't betray you.

Don't lie for him, Holly!

Now,

show me the trinkets.

- They're in that drawer.
- Go and fetch them, Holly.

Holly...

(Gunshot)

I'm not looking forward to this. ls there a tactful
way to tell Mrs Trevors her husband's a rapist?

I'd be happy to know if there was,
since I'm the one who'll be doing the telling.

It's all over. I've shot him.

He's at my house. I've shot Barrie at my house.

MRS TREVORS: He fell there.

You can see the blood.

I tell you, I shot him.

What happened to the gun?

I dropped it.

He must have picked it up.

How did you get him
to where the gun was, Mrs Trevors?

Wasn't he suspicious
when you went into the drawer?

He said he wanted money to get away.

I said we had none, but I had some jewellery.

The jewellery was in the drawer?

No.

No, I keep that in my bedroom.

Would you mind checking
that it's still there, Mrs Trevors?

Why?

If he had the presence of mind
to pick up the gun,

he might have gone in search of the jewelery.

There's not much, but it's all here.

May I?

You've got some nice things here, Mrs Trevors.

MORSE: Presents from your husband?
- Not likely.

I erm...picked them up at a sale somewhere.

You bought this in a sale?

Yes.

And this?

All of them.

That's what I said, isn't it?

You know where these came from, don't you?

These items were taken
from women assaulted by your husband.

My God.

You knew.

This is just a precaution, that's all.

Barrie's been shot.
He's hardly going to come here now.

Mrs Trevors, did they say
why she was being kept in custody?

All I know is he went to the house
and she shot him.

Now, everything's going to be all right, OK?

You did know where these came from,
didn't you, Mrs Trevors?

Of course she knew, Lewis,

but are we to believe

that her husband just came out and told her
that he'd robbed and raped these women?

A victim of Barrie and your husband.

Mrs Hallett.

She and her husband worked from home,

and yet she was alone on the day of the attack.

The police asked for a list
of visitors to the house that day.

One of them was a woman.

She was selling stationery
and Mrs Hallett bought some.

The woman was never traced.

It didn't seem important at the time.
Why should it?

A woman

involved in that?

I wonder
if Mrs Hallett would recognise that woman

if she saw her again.

Or Miss Edwina Trent?

Would you like to meet those women,
Mrs Trevors?

No.

It was them women or me. That's how I saw it.

We met Barrie through the religion.

He dominated Stevie.

If I hadn't have helped, I'd have got what for.

Where's Barrie now, Mrs Trevors?

I don't know. How should I know?

Because you and your husband
have been helping him.

He killed Stevie and he abducted me.

You didn't know
he was here to kill your husband?

And as for your abduction, what abduction?

No! Why should I lie?
You know about everything else.

- Why did he come to the house today?
- He came for these.

But he'd been to the house.
Why didn't he ask for them then?

- I don't know.
- And when you were abducted?

He didn't mention them.

Then why the sudden importance to him?

I don't know.

Tell me about these, Mrs Trevors.

The ring came from some woman Barrie set up.

And the bracelet?

She was the first one.

Just some woman.

There's an inscription inside,

but no name.

We were out driving
and saw her at the side of the road.

She had a motorbike and Stevie wanted to look.

(Reads) To a fast lady,
from beaten, but still-loving brothers.

HOLLY: It was called
something like a man's name.

Harley-Davidson.

That's it.

All along...

All along, she's been telling us
how she did it, Lewis,

and I thought she was a fool.

The first number's a call box. The second one's
a house at 10 Oak Road, Oxford.

(Front door opens)

Esther?

ls that you?

It's me, John.

Have you seen what she's done to me?

Have you seen what that bitch has done to me?

She said the trinkets were in a drawer.

Have you got them?

Did you bring them for me?

How could I? I didn't have time to search.

- She shot me.
- I told you!

It was in my dream.
Astoreth showed me the objects.

The Trevors woman was never to enjoy them.

She was the traitor's concubine. I told you.

Am I going to die, Esther?

Let me look.

I'm sorry.

The frock was stuck to the wound.

You are going to die, John.

Are you afraid?

No. I've been a good servant.

I shall sit on the right hand of the Master.

I'm not afraid.

Good.

POLICE OFFICER: John Peter Barrie,

the house is surrounded
by armed police officers.

Throw out your weapons and give yourself up.

Do you hear that? It's the police.

Your failure has led them here.

There'll be no seat
at the right hand of the Master now.

You've put me in danger.

No, it was not my fault.

Morse is out there.

Oh, how he's going to gloat about this.

But there is one last service
you can perform, John.

I've got no gun.

I want to speak to Morse.

I've rigged the house.
If you want to see that woman alive again,

I have to speak to Morse.

What are you going to do?
You can't go out there.

And if he has rigged the house?

No, he's half-dead and unarmed.

Barrie?

What have you done to the house?

I haven't done anything to the house, Morse.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

(Clicks on empty barrel)

It's all right, Nora.

About the gun, I mean.

How did you know where I'd be, Chief Inspector?

You had to have contacted Barrie
to send him after the jewellery.

The hotel provides its customers
with itemized telephone bills.

MARTIN: Oh.

You'd been in touch with him all along,

- letting him know what we were thinking?
- Yes.

When did you first meet Barrie, Dr Martin?

Erm, it was about...

ten years ago.

Erm...

I'd broken down on my motorbike.

I thought they'd stopped to help.

I could see the woman in the van.

I thought I was safe.

Before that night...

..life had been good to me.

I'd known only love

and friendship.

I couldn't believe it was happening to me.

(Controls sobs)

And afterwards,
I was too ashamed to tell anyone.

Two men and two women on a road at night.
Who'd have believed me?

I'd never have got justice.

During it, I...

I noticed a tattoo on one of the men's arms.

When Barrie was arrested, I knew it was him.

And he didn't even recognise you
when he saw you?

Why should he?
I'd been less than nothing to him.

I really did try to understand Barrie.

But...

..being so near him in the hospital,

all that time...

..I thought I'd go mad.

Perhaps I did.

Because at some point, I decided I'd kill him.

And Barrie himself provided the method
with his obsession about betrayal?

Yes.

When I told him about the dreams,

he said if I was Astoreth's medium,
I could tell him who'd betrayed him.

So I described my own ordeaI

and I told him he'd been betrayed
by the other man.

Then he said if I was Astoreth's medium,
I could get him out of the hospital.

So I began to see
a way I could pay them both back.

It was as though we were locked together
in some absurd game,

each driven by our own hatred.

The rest you know, Chief Inspector.

You got Barrie out to murder Trevors...

..and then you intended to kill Barrie
and return to the hotel unnoticed.

If we hadn't have arrived at the house,

could you have gone through with it, Doctor?

You're a good man, Chief Inspector.

I can't expect you to understand

or condone my actions.

But...

When you find the owner of this ring
and tell her what I did...

..look into her eyes.

You'll find the answer to your question there.