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Jesus is the Lamb of God who taketh away the sins of the world.

Happy are those who are called to his supper.

solitary examinee.

Are you feeling up to this, Victoria?

Thanks, I'm fine.

Time to hand over your charge.

You may turn over your paper and begin writing.

What do we know about St.

Xavier's College, Lewis?

Well, what's happened?

A sudden, suspicious death and burglary.

Excuse me.

I'm Mrs. Garden. I need to speak to someone.

Keep going, Ruth.

Are you by any chance a chief inspector?

No, madam, I'm a detective sergeant. That was the chief inspector. We're on

urgent business. I have urgent business.

Not only urgent, but highly confidential and serious.

This is WPC Louise Bright. Why don't you grab a cup of tea and have words with

her? I never touch tea.

Nice looking, but Mrs. Gardham's in.

I like women a bit plump myself.

Well,

Valerie's got the slimming bug, doesn't she?

She's going to a class regular.

It was an introductory promotion at first.

I told her.

You like her a bit plump, yes.

She just left communion service in the chapel.

It's high, isn't it, Savior?

High?

It's always about the same high, Church. Back on the job, Lewis.

She was writing furiously, confidently.

I thought, we've got another first here.

Another first, Dr. Corden? Start first, possibly.

I'm not supposed to... I mean, well, it hardly matters now. But the

word was that she'd done extraordinarily well in the other papers.

Why was she sitting this paper alone?

Because of her accident.

Ah, yes, the bandages.

What happened?

She fell off her bike a week ago on the cobbles outside the gate.

She spent three days in hospital.

It looked at first as though all her efforts would be wasted.

So there had to be special arrangements.

Yes.

I'm not sure if you're familiar with Oxford practice in degree examinations.

Familiar enough.

And you probably know that when a presenting candidate is prevented from

an examination due to illness or injury at the authorised time and place, the

rule is the provision must be made for that candidate to attempt the same paper

within a specified time afterwards and at a place authorised by the examiner.

Excuse me, sir.

The pathologist would like permission to move the body quickly.

Well, what does he think?

He's stumped us.

It might be poison.

Poison?

Right -o, Chief.

Go and take a look at the room. Okay, that's it.

The post -exilic era.

A divinity examination, sir?

Yes.

That particular paper, I imagine, would have brought out the best in her.

She was a trained historian like me.

She achieved her college fellowship on the strength of her historical work.

Then why this qualification in divinity?

Look, I think you'd better talk to Lance.

Lance Mandeville, our college chaplain.

Chief Inspector Morse.

How do you do?

Retiring chaplain.

I'm about to retire, Chief Inspector.

and to hearken on the fat of rams for rebellion is as

a sin of witchcraft this is the time and the place

Should be the man, by rights.

How much did you say he'd taken off?

Eight stone.

Not exactly pretty, though, is he?

We had a man three years ago. No, make it the girl.

The girl's more popular with the punters.

That's right, Pound Shedder, come back again.

Remember, this is the big one. This is the chance of a lifetime.

This declares the Pound Shedder of the year.

Come on, let's get back down.

And next time, when you go out, really sell yourself.

Come on, let's... Right!

Let's have one more promenade, shall we?

Before the final selection. And remember, it's not just about losing

It's about looking good.

So, you left the chapel just before nine and went direct to the senior dining

room after the service.

Miss Dolphin?

Miss!

Who is this myth?

My name's Hilary Dobson. You can call me Hilary or you can call me Dobson. I

have no title.

What?

Come on, then, Hilary.

Let's take it one step at a time, can we?

You saw Dr Hadlett into her exam and then came straight back here to wait for

her. Yes!

How many times do I have to say it?

And you reckon there's a whole load of files and papers gone missing?

Everything!

Everything's gone!

Yeah, it's a book.

Do you have a light, Lewis?

A research.

Notes on a book about the early English martyrs. And everything to do with our

movement. All our meetings, our plans.

That's what they were after, of course.

Can we go back a bit? I saw him. I saw him on the staircase.

Victoria was so gentle.

You're losing me, Hilary.

These records you're talking about... I've archived everything on the Pax

Why don't you ask Sam off the Incense and Lacey Frogs Brigade?

Well, one has over the years met most of death's representations.

Suicide, accident, slow, inexorable decline.

Murder?

No, never that.

Victoria Hazlitt was, in any case, beyond your comfort.

Yes, absolutely.

She was an unusual young woman.

Very young for a college fellow.

The youngest ever, I believe.

And unusual in her aspirations, what were they?

I'm sorry?

Her aspirations.

I was in no sense a confidant.

Just because I operated, as it were, in the same general field, it doesn't

follow that...

In the course of your investigations, Chief Inspector, you will no doubt

privy to college gossip.

No doubt.

Dr. Hazlitt aspired to ordination in the Ministry of the Church of England.

She wanted to be a priest.

Exactly.

You don't approve of the ordination of women, sir?

Well, my approval or otherwise is of no consequence.

Ministers of the church are the inheritors of a tradition, the spiritual

descendants of Christ's apostles.

All the apostles were male.

So were all the doctors in the first century A .D., but we seem to have moved

on. Look, it's more complicated than that.

I don't intend to argue theological points.

Is there anything more I can do for you?

Dr. Haslett took communion here this morning before she went to the

room.

Surrounded by her supporters, yes.

Her supporters?

Two deacons and two deaconesses.

A couple of them also hold university appointments.

Well, there's...

Some kind of informal group or organization. They run a hostel of what

be called fallen women.

Some of whom were in the congregation.

I imagine they'd be concerned about their friend sharing in the examination.

Following her accident.

Rather impressive, rallying around like that.

Impressive or provocative.

I don't understand.

Those women have never seen fit to present themselves en masse in the

chapel before.

Four of them wore clerical dress.

Since they were ordinary communicants, that was an affront.

And they don't approve of the form of service we use.

Now, why should they make a show of their solidarity today?

Yes.

Why should they?

Well, I can only suppose it to have been, on general terms, a political

statement, quite out of keeping with the spirit of the sacrament.

You were assisted by the Reverend Geoffrey Boyd at Communion?

Correct.

Where's he likely to be?

Huh?

Sure, I don't know.

In his room?

In the vicarage, perhaps? That's St. Bride's on Collett Road. He might be

anywhere.

I'm sure we'll find him, sir.

Robson claims the Reverend Geoffrey Boyd ransacked the dead girl's room.

She was a bit hysterical at the time, mate.

She wouldn't thank you for the hysterical tag, Lewis, if she's as

the cause as she claims.

What's the matter with hysterical?

It's what men say about women.

Well, I say it about the death sergeant when he's on the rampage.

Yes, well... And the porter says there was a scout sent over from Belford

College with a suitcase to deliver.

Didn't see him leave.

Both would say they know nothing about a scout or a suitcase.

He's got to be our man, hasn't he?

But why?

What was in that room that anyone would want to steal, let alone kill for?

If it was a killing.

Yes.

She must have been a lovely girl, that Victoria Hazlitt.

For some we loved the loveliest and the best.

I want Boyd.

There's a call out, eh?

And I want a sensible report from the Pat Lab.

I couldn't take her seriously somehow.

I mean, they're... What is it, a Catholic and a cigar?

Even before she started roaring, she was a bit intense.

A bit holier than thou.

She is holier than thou, Lois.

Say that again, will you?

The chemical reaction produced by pain -killing tablet.

Communion wine.

Communion wine.

And one other substance, or what is it?

What do you mean you don't know?

Well, yes, of course, if you need to, take expert advice.

Troublesome.

What's the pathology budget, Lewis?

Don't know.

Big? It's not big enough, apparently.

Victoria Hazlett's stomach contents have defeated the resources.

They've been handed over to a specialist, an endocrinologist.

It happened to expert witnesses. Yes, it happened.

Delays happened.

Could be poisoning, then, eh? Could be.

Let's assume it is for the moment.

Not very prepossessing, is it? They're supposed to do a good job, though.

How about I send them cases sometime?

Don't you reckon you know all this about women going into the church?

It's no big deal. The Methodists have had them for years.

I reckon we're seeing a particularly Oxford view of things, Lewis.

Extreme images.

God as a pretty old don nitpicking his way through the liturgy versus God as a

muscular girl guide.

Please,

Chief Inspector Morse, Detective Sergeant Lewis.

I'm Emma Pickford. Please, come in.

Geoffrey!

Geoffrey!

Can I start by taking the list of all your names?

There are 12 residents and 5 members of staff.

We combine our duties here with church work, and in some cases with other jobs.

And we each act as counsellors for particular residents.

Victoria was responsible for Irene Saunders and Dinah Newbery.

I think you should see Dinah first.

May I come in?

about this, Miss Leaguerie. I won't keep you long.

My name is Morse.

Just tell me, why weren't you at the service with the other residents this

morning?

I slept in, didn't I?

You know, I don't go to that kind of place.

What kind of place? Church?

This is full of people looking.

I didn't want to let her down.

Victoria.

People look at me and nudge each other.

They distract attention.

She didn't leave me on her side.

She seems to have been on your side.

She didn't suffer, did she?

much to report, sir.

Yes.

I think I'll save you another encounter with the cigar and the catheters.

Get back to the college.

Forensics should be just about finished.

See what they've turned up and check that a sample of that communion wine's

sent for analysis.

Some tea out there, sir?

Yes. Sorry, Lewis.

I'll be through with the hot water.

I'm Irene, by the way.

Let's start with the examination procedure.

A candidate who sits the paper late must on no account get to see the paper

beforehand.

How is this achieved?

There's a system of chaperones.

The candidate is under supervision day and night until the paper's been

completed. It was a formality in Victoria's case.

So she was never alone from the time of her accident until her death.

Who were the chaperones? Is there a list?

I expect so.

They were all members of the university staff.

Hilary and I both did shifts.

You were trusted, even though you were friends of hers? We were on oath.

I said it was a formality.

Who took the final shift as chaperone?

I did.

I slept in her room on account bed last night.

And there was nothing unusual, no disturbance in the night? Nothing.

We said prayers at 10 .30 and put out the light.

I slept like a log.

Oh, for God's sake, we all know who's behind this.

We know nothing of the sword.

That's it, Sergeant.

Just off.

Did you get anything?

Not much. Only this, really.

What is it?

Exam paper.

The post -exilic era. It was under the mattress on the bed.

We'll do it for prints, but I'm not hopeful, though. I'll let you know.

Okay. Quick if you like.

Oh, Roland, what about the communion wine?

Nothing doing.

How do you mean?

They knocked a whole bottle off.

Apparently the clergy have to finish any wine that's been consecrated.

I never knew that, did you?

Swigged it down, cleaned out the chalice and put the bottle with the other

empties. A bit sharpish, weren't they?

Chaplin says it's normal procedure.

Empties returned on Monday, just like the rest of us.

Chief will want to know why you didn't follow that up. We tried, Sergeant, but

the whole consignment had gone through the washer by then.

Yes.

Tell him what's been going on around here.

Well, someone should tell me.

Jane, there was an attempt to get the lease on this place wound up. We traced

to a consortium of Geoffrey Boyd's parishioners.

We were refused representation on an ecumenical committee for no good reason.

There's more, lots more.

We started keeping a record.

Is this true?

Yes.

We were going to submit it to the bishop.

Submitting?

Naturally.

Why now? Why this morning?

Time's running out.

Haven't you heard? I'm up for Mandeville's job when he goes.

I'm on the short list for the chaplaincy of St. Xavier's.

But then so is their candidate, Desmond Kelly.

The interview's on Thursday.

Now tell him about the bike and the accident.

It was my bike, Morse.

Victoria was riding my bike that day.

Her own was off the road, so I lent her mine.

She was going from the college to the examination school on the high.

She hit the cobbles outside the gate and came off.

It looked as if... As if?

It looked as if it was the brakes. We don't know for certain.

One of the students wheeled the bike away while we looked after her.

He swore that the cables had been severed and that one of them had snapped

she tried to pull up.

I'm sure you checked.

I would have done.

Only the bike disappeared.

That's perfectly true.

We all searched afterwards, but there was confusion.

The ambulance arriving, people crowding round.

Your bike.

Are you saying... Someone meant me to have an accident, yes, Morse.

If they'll do that, they'll do anything.

Even murder.

You don't understand.

Victoria would not cheat.

What was she doing with a copy of the exam paper?

She wasn't doing anything.

I helped her make her bed in the morning.

Don't the college servants usually do that?

Not for Victoria.

In the Pax Group, we have rather strict rules about performing menial tasks for

our health.

There was nothing in her bed except her nightdress.

Then we folded my bed away.

Hilary brought us coffee.

The turnout...

At the chapel yesterday, to me now, it seems less like an act of

affection, more like a gesture of defiance.

I know.

I wasn't happy about that either.

But we agreed to abide by the vote.

Yet you were helping to compile a record of the other party's dirty tricks.

You must have had suspicions about Victoria's accident.

Since her death.

I've let go of suspicions.

I sincerely believe the truth will emerge, eventually.

I hope I can live up to that belief.

Is the application for St. Xavier's chaplaincy another gesture of defiance?

Not exactly.

We tested the ground first and realised we had more to report than we thought.

Then, when Hillary appeared on the thought list, we knew.

Will you excuse me, Chief Inspector?

Morse, Judge Morse. Yes, I have a class in half an hour.

You teach, too?

Part -time in the Italian department.

Summer school's the next month. Lots of Venetian teenagers.

We can't wait for Skywalk to McDonald's.

Children? Two boys.

It only sounds like 50.

Is there a Mr Pickford?

There was. He died three years ago.

I'm sorry.

He'd have been proud of your achievements.

My achievements, for what they're worth, grew out of the pain of his death.

What did I say about staying in bed until you're better?

Pin him down, Marcus, will you? And quiet!

If there's anything else, you let me know.

I will.

Oh, Emma.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what I... Victoria's painkillers. Did you see her take them

Sunday night?

Yes.

Except in the morning, she said she'd woken with the pain about three and took

two more.

Are you sure of that?

Certain. I'm sorry, I'd forgotten.

And the pills were there when you left for the chapel?

Yes. Both bottles. I saw them.

Look what I've brought you and you're running away from me.

Cracked ribs.

A broken wrist.

Damage to left knee and shin.

Concussion with bruising on the skull.

So after a week, she'd still have been in considerable pain. Yes, certainly.

She was discharged with a supply of tablets.

How many?

Fifty. She'd have come back for a second prescription.

We don't give them out in large amounts.

A couple of bottles?

Oh, one bottle more likely. It depends on the pharmacy's stock at the time.

I'll talk to the pharmacist. Very good.

Let's look at the timescale on this case.

Suppose one of them, Geoffrey Boyd, say, went into Victoria's room after the

service and planted the examination paper.

The room must have already been turned over.

And does that mean he knew it would be, or was he too hell -bent on his own

business to care?

Hell -bent about it, I reckon, on both sides.

Really, Lewis?

What, the exam paper, the bike, the accident?

Those women turning up at the chapel to put the evil eye on him?

Why hasn't Boyd been found?

His mates, washing away the communion wine.

There's a lot of hate in it, one.

I keep wondering why, you know, Christian feeling comes in.

Yes, the wine.

Boss?

Who's speaking?

I'd like to speak to the professor himself.

Then get him to call me as soon as he's back, thank you.

That was our expert witness.

Or rather, his lab technician, his minion.

What about the test?

Inconclusive so far. The extra substance looks like an amino acid that occurred

naturally in the body.

Victoria Hazlitt seemed to have more than her share.

Oh, come on, Lewis. Let's do something.

Anything to report?

Irene had a prolonged bout of hysterics this morning. I felt like joining in.

And Diana's done a bunk again.

Dinah? When?

Sometime last night.

No one sought to check her room.

You should have called me.

I was supposed to see her this afternoon.

She'd raided the fridge again.

Oh, come on. She's done it all before.

Not for weeks.

Not since Victoria was dealing with her.

Where do you think she's gone?

I don't know.

And how would you without the case notes?

Which they've stolen. We don't know that, Hilary. So not now, please.

Let's wait.

At least until you've got your feet firmly under the high table. Look, I'm

sorry, but suddenly all that seems deeply unimportant.

Surely it's more important than ever.

We have no choice.

I'm not happy about this, Clark.

Who said anything about happiness?

I haven't been happy since I was an undergraduate, and even then I suspect

was an illusion.

Duty is what matters.

Duty is a rather movable feast, though, isn't it?

I mean, it's a matter of interpretation.

Duty is fixed.

Duty is to do with the greater good.

I thought we would result on the greater good in this situation.

Look, I want the chaplaincy.

Some Thursday you may have it.

Only a fool would knowingly allow an obstacle to remain in his path.

Jeffrey! Jeffrey!

They saw us coming.

I wouldn't have stabbed them, would I?

With fake prey?

Not a couple of vickers.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah. Thank you, sir.

Yes. Yes, all right. Bye.

Why the air of Stygian gloom?

Think of it as providential.

I can't, Freddie.

I've got to pull out my reputation's at stake here. Your reputation's at stake

anyway. What?

If you do pull out, I mean.

You say the fat woman's on the loose again?

Who listens to fat women?

Especially when they have no evidence.

Mr. Boyd always goes about this time of year.

End of term.

Whereabouts in Yorkshire?

I don't know, hopping all over.

He sent me a postcard once from Beverly with a minster on it.

Do you still have the note he left you? No, I threw it away last night after I

read it.

I'm paid to tidy up.

Where he will let me.

When do you expect him back?

Two weeks, maybe.

Depends how the fancy takes him, maybe longer.

He phones me before he's coming, and I open up the house for him. Let us know,

will you, Mrs. Hume, the minute he calls.

Whatever you say.

I knew there was trouble the moment I seen you.

Trouble? He hasn't been too well lately.

Overworking. I thought maybe he's had an accident.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Nothing like that.

No, Joyce. Not on the cause of death.

Perfect thumbprint, though, on the examination paper.

Trouble is, we've got nothing to tally with it.

But I'd like to bet if we looked in there, no chance of getting a warrant at

moment.

Could be all above board, this, couldn't it?

I mean, Boyd might have just popped up to Yorkshire.

Although you'd think Mandeville would have told us that's what he usually

He knows we're looking for him.

Mandeville volunteers nothing.

My stuff in the vestry, the kettle and everything, could have made themselves a

cupboard before they went into prayers.

One plate, one knife, one cup.

No, no, no. They're all afraid of something.

Get in, Lewis.

We've got to start showing results.

Pull over, will you, sir?

What?

Oh, no, Lewis.

Three o 'clock. I missed me lunch today.

We're heading for lunch.

I don't fancy liquid.

I need me packing.

Please, no speculation about the winner.

All will be revealed in a couple of days.

Mr. Gould. Sorry, that's the end of the press call. I'm Emma Pickford. I work

for the Pax Hostel for Women.

We have a mutual acquaintance.

May I talk to you in confidence?

I wish you could see my itinerary. Please.

Not a moment's space till Thursday.

Let's discuss it on Friday.

Make an appointment.

See my secretary.

What's yours, sir?

Cotton chips.

Double chips.

Double chips.

Two points, sir.

Funny place to keep your family, no? Oh, she's not family.

Looks like she likes her chips.

Yeah. There is somebody looking for her.

Left this reminder half an hour ago.

You don't know, do you?

She has been here sometimes, but not recently.

Who's looking for her?

Oh, I'm clean.

Really? It's one of them women from that hostel. Good looking. Wear the portion

collar. But not the funny one with the cigar.

No,

I don't know her.

I'll keep an eye out, though.

Thank you.

Excuse me!

I've been eating you after all.

I beg your pardon?

It's you, isn't it?

That voice on the phone.

I'm sorry about that. I would have apologised.

This is different.

Help me! Indeed I will not.

I've been to the authorities about you, you know. What's the need?

We'll see.

Now you leave me alone. I want no more of this. You and your rep.

Come on, Kemo, cheer up!

Don't go!

Don't go!

Don't go!

I mean, it's got to be important.

Searching for her that hard, dishing out a picture.

They're responsible for her. They're conscientious women.

I know, but... But what?

Well, they could have informed us.

I mean, she disappeared last night.

Straight after the news of Victoria's death.

She spent the previous night in the hostel.

She wasn't at communion in the morning. She had no contact with Victoria.

Haven't you finished?

Yeah.

Give me my lost fish and chips.

Val says she won't have them in the house once she starts this slimming

Chief Inspector Morse.

Oh, yes, I spoke to you this morning.

Ah.

Professor Braddell's just asked me to call you back.

What about time? Tell him I'm here, would you?

Someone's been pouring money in?

Where's it come from?

There's never any shortage of funds for this kind of research.

No wonder the humanities are being elbowed out.

Chief Inspector Morris?

Please, come around.

Hi. Good to meet you.

Certainly be giving us the runaround today.

Oh, yeah.

What do you do here normally?

We design formulas for medication.

All this, um... It's nothing to do with that break -in, is it?

What break -in? A week ago.

It was nothing.

Nothing went missing.

A broken window, that's all. Some druggie maybe trying his luck.

You should have reported it. I didn't want to waste your time.

I don't now either.

I'm only sorry I can't help you. I really am.

I've never seen anything like this before.

A substance that precipitated cardiac arrest, you say?

Well, in conjunction with the substances already present, yes.

The painkillers and the small amount of alcohol and wine, they acted on one

another. The system went into overdrive, in effect, and then blew a fuse.

The painkillers were standard type?

Oh, sure.

Perfectly harmless in regular doses.

She took an extra dose in the middle of the night.

Really?

There wasn't a great deal of it around, but then these things can be flushed out

very quickly.

If this were a poisoning... No, I can't buy that.

The poisoner would need a postgraduate degree in endocrinology to bring it off,

and even then... No.

The stuff, whatever it is, got in there by accident.

Or she may, in fact, have produced an ex -best of that particular amino acid

naturally within her own body.

When will you know for certain?

We can only keep testing.

Sorry.

You're new to Oxford, I believe, sir.

The brain drain in reverse.

I was honored to be invited.

In spite of, forgive me, the difference in salary between an American and a

British professorship? What's money where there's honor?

I get by. I have consultancy work.

Who knows, maybe you'll use me as an expert witness again.

Who knows, sir?

Well, it's been a great pleasure meeting you.

I'm Hank, by the way.

Goodbye, sir.

I'll be in touch.

Elements, photographs,

pills, a bicycle, and precise cause of death.

It's Morse.

Has Dinah Newbury been found?

No. She wouldn't be capable of, well, hiring someone to do

a burglary.

Dinah?

You met her.

She's a poor soul, Morse.

What was likely to have been in Victoria's file about her?

Counselling work is absolutely confidential.

Good night, Morse.

Good night, Emma.

Morse. Still a total blank.

He can't be found in Yorkshire.

I don't like it, Moose.

Nor do I, sir.

Don't start any of that fencing with me.

Where did the press report come from?

The same source as your anonymous tip -off.

I can't deal with this.

Knocking up Mando.

It assumes a connection with a crime, a connection you haven't made yet. He's

withholding information, sir.

I've been looking at him on and off, checking.

He spends most of the time down at his knees.

And that's where you'll be. I'm telling you, if you don't make this stick.

The thumbprint on the examination paper, sir, we've had confirmation it was

Geoffrey Boyd. At least it matches the print we find at the vicarage.

All right, so Boyd was obviously barmy.

But Mandeville isn't? No.

He's clever.

There were seven or eight of them on the job last night, weren't there? Why

didn't you bring them all in?

We have their names, sir.

Desmond Kelly and some theology students.

They've undertaken to make themselves available if they needed.

The Reverend Dr.

Mandeville insisted they were all acting on his instructions.

He volunteered that, did he?

That's all he's volunteered so far. I'm seeing him again this morning.

Oh, don't you keep him a minute after 12 o 'clock.

Unless you're charging him.

All right.

The room you saw, Lord, it was only evidence of the stress Geoffrey had been

under recently.

Where is he?

I am not at liberty to tell you, but you do know.

You won't be at liberty at all unless you give me an explanation.

Have you never heard of a priest's duty to respect a confidence?

But that's not what we're talking about here, is it?

What about this threat that Boyd was supposed to be under?

Well, he had heavy parish duties as well as his college work.

He was conscientious with his students.

This is no doubt he allowed this woman question to get somewhat out of hand.

Only somewhat?

Do you know what I think?

There was nothing in that room last night that wasn't implied in the first

conversation I had with you. He just gave it some substance.

Visited him there, did you, sometimes?

Of course not.

He only saw visitors in his study.

I was more than shocked by what I found there.

The man was ill.

Now, there we agree.

But no one becomes as ill as that, suddenly.

There must have been signs. Why didn't you and your friends act sooner?

I acted when I saw fit.

I say you acted to protect the interests of your candidate for the chaplaincy.

As I explained in my statement, I wanted to avoid any possible misunderstanding

of Geoffrey's character or motivation.

He was essentially devout and humble.

Was he involved in Victoria Haznett's accident the week before her death?

I know nothing of that.

And nothing of the fact that someone clearly spent a night in the chapel

recently.

The vault?

Are you familiar with the terms of church architecture?

Below the altar, as opposed to the vestry. Beside the altar. We've been

thorough.

And you know nothing, of course.

About the bogus scout from Beaufort who removed Dr. Hadlet's papers from her

room.

This is absurd.

Is it?

I intend to find Geoffrey Boyd.

Get rid of him.

You'll remain available in Oxford like the others. I rarely leave Oxford. I

stake my oath that Geoffrey is neither a murderer nor a thief.

And may God forgive you, Chief Inspector.

I doubt if your God would have much truck with the likes of me.

At least I hope he wouldn't.

Ta -da!

There was a big surprise

in store for one of the detectives investigating the mysterious St

College death and burglary last night.

When acting on a hunt, he disturbed a hornet's nest of plants.

It can only do us harm.

How? You know, Oxford.

We'll find it based on tabloid publicity.

The opposition will close ranks and gather support.

I doubt it.

We're finished.

I don't want us to win on those terms.

What does it matter?

It's what we've worked for.

Anyway, Wynne is a bit premature.

There are three other candidates.

The only two that matter are you and Desmond Kelly.

No word from Dinah, I suppose.

That's not her style, making contact first.

She'll just materialise one day in her old tutu solid dress.

The sooner the better.

You're not worried, are you?

It's not as if he can do us any harm, is it?

Is it?

I'd like a word with you.

I'm sorry, I'm late for work. It won't take a moment. Just listen.

Shove off. I don't know you.

Just wait a minute.

Please, just help me.

Give me a hand. You just

stormed past your final club, that's it.

Mrs Gardham should be after us. Keep your mind on the job, Lewis.

Mandeville's stalling, so we'll embarrass him further. Find that bike.

What, Hilary Dobson's, you mean?

No ghost, sir. We agree. Get hold of Hillary Dodson. Take her with you.

There's thousands of bikes.

Right. So think. If someone wanted to hide a bike, wouldn't he pick a place

where it could be camouflaged by dozens, maybe hundreds of others?

There's usually plenty around the colleges.

They're usually gone by the evening. One left would stand out.

And the Pax women checked on that themselves.

No, no, no. Where's the heaviest concentration?

The station, Lewis.

Start with the station. All those bikes left there day and night while their

owners take trips to London and back.

The station's only half a mile from St Saviour's.

OK. Do you say so?

Oh, sir.

What is it? It's a bit person -like. I need to be off duty on the dot tonight.

The mother -in -law's not available and Val's dead set on going to this slimming

promotion. It's a special... I don't need to hear the details.

I don't often ask this.

Square up to the case, Lewis. Maybe we can both be off on the dot.

Fair enough.

Chief Inspector Morse!

Chief Inspector Morse!

Good morning, Morris.

Good morning.

I'm not sure whether I should be pleased or alarmed when I see you.

I'm only pleased when I see you.

I, uh, I wanted to call you and prepare you for the news, but, uh, I got caught

up in the red tape.

I wish it could all be a bit more human.

Low -key.

Sensationalism always obscures the real issues.

I'd like to talk to you about the real issues.

No. Not if you prefer to talk over dinner, but I know I would.

Yes.

Sounds like a nice idea.

I'm sorry, I don't often get asked out for dinner.

I can't think why.

There speaks a man who's never seen me in my Catholic and dog collar.

I won't wear them, of course.

Wear what you like.

When? Tonight?

What about babysitting? Well, there's always Francesca. She au pairs for me. I

teach her English.

And, uh, Jim is more or less over his tonsillitis.

So, yes, tonight.

I'll pick you up.

7 .30?

7 .30.

Steady on, Hank. It's almost over. She tried to corner my lab technician.

Largest life.

Much larger, surely.

I know it was that woman.

She's helpless.

Forget it. We have a deal to clinch.

Do your well -informed stuff. Be authentic.

This is blackmail, Freddy.

I wish you'd realize we've done nothing wrong.

Unlike the naughty Vickers.

Did you see the paper? Don't remind me.

Why this now?

Why don't you have Mandeville locked up?

Routine police work, Miss Hillary.

I have work to do.

Looking for Dinah Newbury?

No, not especially.

I have Evensong, and then I have to memorise some notes for my interview.

What are the odds on you landing this job?

Evens?

Five years ago, they'd have been nil.

Progress?

Yes.

Even St. Xavier's can't avoid it completely.

I don't know, there's a panel.

Eleven academics and clergy.

Four of them are implacably against us.

They're waiting for lightning to strike the chapel room.

Three of the others have stated they'd welcome a woman.

I believe four in the balance.

What do you do if you lose?

Go on.

Target another college.

So you...

Putting together a power base, then.

Dead right, Lou.

You seem very godly somehow.

Well, we have to make our voice heard from the positions that are open to us.

Emma grasped that early on. She's a brilliant tactician.

Do you mind if I smoke?

No, no.

Look,

this is dusty searching.

I'll go and have a word with one of the staff.

No, no, no. You stay.

Enjoy your...

Smoke.

Inspector? Chief Inspector, I'm still here.

Please, Chief Inspector, I won't keep you long. I've left my coma with Mrs

Harrison.

I'm about to go off duty.

Beautiful flowers.

Roses.

My mate Hoffman used to say I should be surrounded by them.

Sergeant Lewis told you there's been a development?

I'll give you 30 seconds, Mrs Garland.

I know you're very busy, so I've brought this for you to look at. Then we can

have a proper talk tomorrow.

Put a little note inside explaining things, but I don't want anyone but you

see there are legal implications.

I'll remember that.

Are you sure you won't take just a tiny peep now?

Claire!

I've got it.

Come have a look.

I'll say goodbye, then.

Breakable cut.

Not been touched, sir. I had my gloves on. Well done, Lewis.

Brilliant. I'd say it's worth a promotion.

There was a porter there.

Said he'd noticed it had been parked up for a week in a corner.

Never been moved.

Get it over to Forensic. I doubt if they'll find any prints. It's been out

the open for a week. You never know. There might be something under the

maybe under the handlebar. He'd have had to grip it to wheel it.

You're quite sure this is your bag, Hillary?

There's no question.

Look.

This is my son Christopher.

Victoria gave it to me before I made the short list.

I'd like it back as soon as you've finished with it.

Before my interview, if that's possible. We'll do our best. Have you forgot your

flowers? I've left my particulars on your desk. We'll have a good talk

Nice flowers, isn't it?

Yes.

Nothing else for tonight, then?

No, you're after us.

Thanks, sir. I appreciate that. I may not be so accommodating in future.

Point taken.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Have a nice time yourself.

Emma's got a date tonight, too.

Cheers, then.

Still no sign of the elusive Geoffrey?

No sign.

I'll keep my ear to the ground.

Well, even so.

Morse? You found the bike, then?

Lewis found it, sir.

So it's not much of an advance, is it?

Are you still out to get the clergy?

Someone who is capable of causing an accident is capable of arranging a

and performing a murder.

If it is murder, we don't know that, do we?

There is another thing, sir. I'd like permission to change the expert witness.

What's that, Briar Dale?

Get another opinion.

You're mad.

He's the best there is. So everyone says I'd like to try the second best.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

What's this joke going round the office about a bunch of flowers?

It fits.

You an interpreter at the United Nations.

That's where all this style comes from.

Style? What style, Lord?

You're a stylish woman.

With a rare vocation.

Well, if I'm honest, that's partly deliberate.

Defeating the stereotype.

I like clothes.

I wear earrings. I paint my nails like any normal woman.

I hope other normal women get the message.

And after New York?

Marriage to a young professor.

Children.

How did it end?

Cancer.

It took him two years to die in great pain.

And was that when... I mean, did you go through some sort of conversion?

No.

It was more a gradual recognition of... that something was waiting for

me.

I mean, I gave up going to church in my teens.

Rebelled, I suppose, against what I saw as snobbery and hypocrisy.

Then it changed when I wasn't looking.

Later, when I needed it, there was suddenly this amazing source of

Doubt is like me. You would say that the strength was already there within you.

Oh, it's been all of it.

The trick is allowing it to prevent itself.

What about you?

Sometimes, when I'm listening to music...

Two practical things.

First, why won't you let us help you find Dinah Newberry?

Who told you she was missing?

My sergeant picked it up.

She'd be terrified of the police.

Give me until Friday.

If she's not back by then, you can pull out all the stops.

If you're sure.

Quite sure.

Your second practical thing.

You mentioned that there were two bottles of painkillers on Victoria's

table in the morning, you said.

That's right, yes.

So they must have been there the night before.

I suppose so.

I'm sorry, I can't get a clear picture.

But you saw her take the standard dose before she went to sleep?

Yes, I poured her a glass of water.

Thank you.

That's the end of the interrogation.

But if you do remember any more details, just call me.

Call me anyway.

There you have the value of saturation advertising linked to a specific

promotion.

Every member of this audience is leaving with a new goal.

Any image of herself?

Or himself, of course.

Not all of them pound -shedders of the year, perhaps, but... Your ma 'am's

to be pleased, isn't she?

Turning up to give her a lift back.

Yes, she is.

Never standing around waiting for a buck or a tack, do you?

Oh, here they come, then.

Oh, man.

We'll reach a peak. Two or three peaks after the announcement is up.

We'll see your ma 'am, though.

Morning, sir.

Morning, sir. Good morning.

Morning, Ruth.

It's out of my hands, Freddy. They brought in a second expert witness.

I hope you took that as a monstrous affront to your integrity.

Just remember, there's a perfectly reasonable explanation.

How's your security? More than adequate. It better be, after the trouble last

night.

Dinah Newberry.

Yes, sir.

I tried phoning you at home till after twelve, must have been.

I was out.

Are you quite sure?

Yes.

We could put out a call for her now, couldn't we, sir?

She was creating a disturbance.

We'll leave it for the moment.

I'll ring Emma at some point and tell her.

Putting a lot of trust in her judgment, aren't you, sir?

My own judgment, Lewis.

We'll be getting another angle on the cause of death soon.

Then we'll review the facts.

In the meantime, you'd better look into this stuff from Mrs. Gardham.

Give it to the appropriate officer.

Morse? No, not yet.

Thank you, that's interesting.

We'll look into that.

Goodbye and good luck.

You're welcome.

That was your favourite cigar -smoking cleric, Lois.

She suggests we take a ride into the country.

Henry, we're ready.

I've just been having a word with Morse.

Morse? He's one of the good guys, Morse.

I thought Christopher arrived this morning with a policeman on a motorbike.

I thought he rated a thank you.

Yes, he is one of the good guys.

No, look, sir, you can't ignore this.

Mrs. Gardham was getting telephone calls, started three weeks ago, then

A woman telling Mrs. Gardham she was about to be found out.

Threatened her in person yesterday.

Found out? Mrs.

Gardham is a fat boss.

You've got slimming on the brain, Lewis.

Page 11, she says. You'll behold me as I was in my carmy days.

What year is that thing?

1979,

we all had our palmy days then, Lewis.

Blimey, what a difference.

You must have piled on five stones since.

Pound shedder of the year.

Lewis, we're supposed to be reviewing the facts of the Victoria Hazlitt case.

There's a fact here, sir.

And remember, whatever happens, we've all acted for the best.

All of us.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Would you like to follow me, please?

Dinah Newbury again.

I've got to be honest, I never liked the way we left that thread dangling.

Point taken, Lewis.

She's got a grudge against the Think Thin people because she's got fat.

Like Mrs. Gardham, they were both champion slimmers.

An eating disorder.

She started getting disruptive.

Phoning people up and that.

Until Victoria Hazlitt took her on.

And after Victoria died, she started again.

Her file was in Victoria's room.

So was Emma.

All night.

Yeah, well... I think we should go over Dinah Newbury's known movements again.

We'll get a car out to take you back. See Mrs. Gardner first.

Macy? Yes, you, Lewis.

And check with the Think Thin organisation.

Find out if they've had any trouble lately.

There's a legal matter involved.

Well, then, let's have it.

They make you sign a paper, you see, when you become Pound Shedder of the

to say that you'll never involve the Think Thin organisation in any publicity

not sanctioned by them. What does that mean?

Basically, it means that if you, well, fill out a bit, like me, only it's

glandular with me.

I ain't next to nothing.

Yeah, go on.

You mustn't be photographed or give interviews or anything.

It's bad for the organisation's image, I suppose.

They take you over, body and soul, for a year, and then they drop you.

I see what you mean.

When did Diana Newbury first get back in touch?

Was that who it was?

You didn't know?

I didn't recognise her.

I never really had anything to do with her, apart from handing the sash over at

the end of my year.

Well, whoever it was said that I'd been photographed in my present condition.

She'd made a... What did she say?

A dossier.

Dossier. And it was all going to come out in the newspapers.

I didn't want the Think Thin organisation to imagine that I'd done it

Or they could sue.

It's the Reverend Jeffrey Boyd, isn't it?

Chief Inspector Morse, Thames Valley Police.

Do you understand, sir?

We know about the examination paper and the bicycle and a few

other dirty tricks.

Have you anything to say?

So? About Victoria Haslam's death?

Who brought you here?

What exactly do you think you're doing?

Thames Valley Police.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

Come out of there at once and leave my patient alone.

I'm sorry, I'm making inquiries.

Then you will make them to thin air outside the gates.

I could compel you to cooperate.

You ridiculous man, of course you couldn't. I answer to a much higher

than the Thames Valley Police.

Please go.

Ironic, isn't it, sir, that you should end up surrounded by women?

To far die living with harlots.

I've just left the Reverend Geoffrey Boyd, sir.

Oh, where did you leave him?

In one of your comfortless cells?

No, sir, I left him where I found him.

He wasn't comfortable, though, at least not in his mind.

I'd say he'll be in torment for the rest of his life.

You might have saved him that if you'd acted sooner.

The fact that I didn't may well be my lifelong torment.

There's definitely something going on with that Think Thin lot.

I've just been on to a couple of the session leaders, and I'd say they've

told to keep quiet.

One thing I did find out, though, the whole outfit's about to be taken over.

There's a press conference this afternoon down at the health farm.

And there's another thing, too.

They've got a new consultant as part of the package, Hank Briardale.

Briardale?

Get it, Moss!

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Did you find him?

Yes. How did you know he was there?

One of my contacts from the sick visiting network.

I'm just glad it all worked out right in the end.

I only wish Victoria could have been here.

It's not the answer.

Yes, Lewis, get on to HQ and say I want a check on Bridale's American background

and ask if that lab report is through yet. I just want to have a look.

I wouldn't say that. She lied to you.

The little lad.

The one that had tonsillitis.

Jeremy. Yeah?

Smashing kids, both of them.

But he happened to say his mum had let him come down out of bed Sunday night to

watch the cricket highlights on the telly. He couldn't sleep for being

Anyway, I saw the cricket highlights Sunday. They didn't even start till 11

Then he says she tucked him up and lay on the bed with him.

So... So she couldn't have been with Victoria as she claimed from Sunday

to Monday morning?

Right.

Sorry, sir.

Must have been a wrench for her to leave the kid when he was ill.

She waited until Victoria was asleep, after the painkillers, then left.

She came back in the morning to wake her up.

Yeah.

Only Victoria had taken the second dose in the meantime.

Some other pills, by mistake.

Pills that were brought by a late visitor.

Dinah Newbury with a file?

But how would she have got in? The college would have been locked.

Someone spent the night in the chapel vault.

Can you expect more?

Bravo Alpha.

More. Message for you, sir. Go ahead.

And so,

ladies

and gentlemen, we are handing over the entire Think Thin organization

in as fit condition as we hope to achieve with every single one of our

clients to the Health Incorporated Foundation of America.

A chain of slimming clubs, a thriving magazine, and this,

the aspect of which I am most proud, the Think Thin Health Club.

At a time when a whole new revolutionary approach to the concept of

slimming is opening the door. It was a metabolic stimulant.

The unidentified substance.

What is it Flimus really was?

And thin without dieting. Exactly. And how is that achieved? They can't get

with amphetamines anymore.

They could find a way to raise the whole metabolic rate.

Please, everyone, after a long and creative association, I come to my last

pleasant duty, which is to name the Pound Shedder of the Year for 1990.

Dodie achieved a weight loss of seven stone ten pounds. She has

also recovered her girlish vital statistics of 34, 23,

35.

Terrific, Dodie.

And here, the handover of her title is last year's champion, Marvin and Clyde.

Dinah, this isn't the way.

Come on, Dinah.

Let go of the knife.

Give me the knife, Dinah.

Come on.

It's all right now.

It's okay.

We'll go on working together from where Victoria left off.

I know. I know. I know what you've been through.

I lied to you, Morse.

I know.

I'm obliged to take you in for questioning, Miss Avery.

It's all right.

I'll go with her.

Come on.

It's okay now.

Everything's fine.

I can't think why you made such a fuss about appropriating those pills, Chief

Inspector. We'd have given you as many as you can carry.

They contain a harmless metabolic stimulant developed by me in the United

and produced in my laboratories here. The formula is made up by a highly

reputable pharmaceutical firm. The stimulant is present only in minute

You should have read the small print, Inspector.

What's envisaged is a trial made up of think -thin volunteers very carefully

screened for their suitability.

and won't be available to the public for some time.

I think we'll find, when we check with your pharmaceutical firm, that the

prototypes weren't harmless.

As you discovered when you examined Victoria Hazlitt's body... The tests

incomplete.

I defy anyone, even your other expert witness, to prove what you're implying.

This is rather going to tarnish your honour in Oxford, isn't it? Why didn't

report the break -in at your laboratory?

You must have known it was these new pills that had been stolen.

If that girl is a thief as well as a potential killer, why are you wasting

questioning us?

It's outrageous.

Tell me, sir, what did you do when you discovered Miss Newbury might upset your

plans? You were the private investigator who then usefully posed as a college

scout and retrieved the evidence.

I shall be writing to the Chief Constable.

I've arranged for Dinah, Miss Newbury, to be released into your care, pending

her appearance in court.

Thanks. Come in, Dinah.

Everyone's waiting for you.

No, I'll just sit out in my room.

Oh, you've got a new room? Next to mine.

I only think of the walls, Beth.

And we've got a jogging school together. And you're on it, so I'm sorry. We'll

get that flag off you.

Come in, Mors.

No, I can't, sir.

Yeah.

I'll, uh, need a revised statement from you.

I'm prepared for that.

It seems that Dinah had compiled some sort of dossier on what she thought were

false claims in the Fleming business.

She took it to Victoria on Sunday night, along with the pills.

They had some sort of conversation.

Although Victoria must have been pretty drowsy from the painkillers.

And took an extra dose from the wrong bottle.

The Fleming pills were not fatal on their own. That's the point.

So we can only get Galt and Briardale on minor charges.

And the takeover?

I'm sure that Health Incorporated will, what's the expression, maximise their

profits. My guess is that Galt and Briardale will die rich.

What about Dinah and the other victims?

They won't die rich.

Victoria didn't die rich.

No, no, she didn't.

You should have told me, Emma.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I was going to, after Hillary had done the interview.

But if the rule about chaperones was a formality... Even so, you know.

You saw... You saw what we were up against.

I wrote in my report that your absence was understandable because of your son's

illness.

You're known around here as one of the good guys, Mort.

What will you do now?

I would like to go on working with Dinah.

I broke the rules. I'll offer my resignation to the Pax Group.

Maybe rules were accepted.

Remember me?

I'm Irene.

What a kill, sweetheart.

We've got beer and we've got orange juice.

No, no, really, I can't. Please, stay, Irene.

Well, in that case...

I'll have the orange juice.