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Are you managing?

Yeah, it's nothing really.

A loose wire.

I can make some tea if you care for
them.

No thanks, love. It's gone five. I'll be
home soon.

If you're sure.

I'll do it, mate. You're a loose
connection.

Susan. I'm not disturbing you, am I?

Good.

I'm sorry, darling, but the phone's been
out all day, you see.

I've just had it repaired.

Yes.

Yes, I'm fine.

How's the work coming?

Good. I'm glad.

Yes, now listen, I'd better let you get
on with it.

Well, good luck with the lecture.

I miss you.

Goodbye.

It's OK, then?

Yes.

My wife, she likes to know I'm all
right. You can have your phone modified

you know, you find it difficult.

Yes, I know.

Thames Valley Police. Can I help you?

Sergeant.

Can I have the address, please? Can you
have a look at this roster for me,

please, Sarge? Sergeant Lewis.

What now, man? I should have been out of
here half an hour ago.

It's a shooting, Sarge.

Sergeant Lewis.

Can we open the curtains, Sergeant?

What, are you mad?

My flasher's gone.

Where's his spare, for God's sake?

He's back at the station waiting for
repair.

What have we got, Lewis?

Suicide, sir. Not slightly.

It's pretty messy over there.

It's named Henry Fallon.

Found by his son -in -law, Mr Peter
Rhodes.

He's outside in the hall.

Where is Mrs Fallon?

We don't know that there is one yet.

Oh, yes.

There is one, Lewis.

Can you tell us why you were here, sir?

I had a six o 'clock appointment.

What was the appointment about?

Well, it was... It's difficult to be
precise, Sergeant. It was business.

My father -in -law helped me set up my
antique shop, you see.

Only when I arrived, I found him like
that.

You got here at six o 'clock?

Oh, yes.

Henry was a stickler for punctuality.

Do you have any idea where Mrs Fallon
is?

London.

She lives there?

No, no, she lives here. She lectures
occasionally at London University.

She has a flat she uses.

I'm afraid I don't know the number. The
university, no. What about Mrs Fallon's

brother? Would he know?

William? Yes, I'm sure he would.

Why don't you go and ask him, Lewis? I
can see to Mr Rhodes.

Right, sir.

Take the London Road, turn off for
Watlington. It's called Byers Hall.

You'll see it on the left about a mile
on. Could I have a word, sir?

Couldn't we just phone, sir?

Only the wife's got a knitting bee
coming over tonight, and I'm supposed to

taking the kids to the pictures.

It's hellish inconvenient, I know,
Sergeant, but since we are dealing with

violent death, I thought the personal
touch would be more appropriate.

Righty. Near Watlington.

And if you can spare the time, see if
you can get anything out of the

pathologist.

Yes, sir.

When did you last see your father -in
-law, Mr Rhodes, before this evening?

Last night.

Here. How did he seem to you?

Henry was a difficult man to read. I
thought he was all right.

And his disability, when did that
happen?

It's a neurological disorder, Chief
Inspector. He'd been ill for a while.

Over two years.

And the gun?

You've seen it before?

Once or twice.

He usually kept it in a drawer.

Do you know the family, Chief Inspector?

Uh,

Detective Sergeant Lewis, 10th Valley,
please. Is Mr. Bryce Morgan in, please?

It's a body for the constabulary, Master
William.

Name is Sergeant Lewis.

Sergeant who?

Lewis.

Well, uh... Oh, start again, will you?

Sergeant Lewis, man.

He's for the police.

All right, McGregor, that'll do.

That's quite a machine, sir.

Better than any beast, Sergeant.

Doesn't eat, doesn't poo.

One hour three times daily keeps me fit
as a flea.

You should have one, believe me.

Oh, I wouldn't know where to put it,
sir.

Between your knees, man.

No, I meant... Never mind.

Well, what can I do for you, Sergeant?

I'm afraid I've got some bad news for
you, sir. Your brother -in -law.

Henry? I won't see if you're not here.

Oh, I'm sorry to have to tell you, sir.
He's dead.

Oh, we were expecting it, of course, but
the medic said another year at least.

I don't understand, sir.

He wasn't a well man, Sergeant.

But Mr. Fong was found shot, sir.

Shot?

Was it an accident or what?

Well, it's too early to say what it was.

But you've seen him, surely?

I'm sorry, sir.

He's killed himself, hasn't he?

That's it, isn't it?

Poor fellow.

The thing is, sir, we haven't been able
to contact Mrs Fallon yet.

No, no, Susie's in London, Sergeant.

I must go there at once. I must fetch
her home.

McGregor?

Susie?

I didn't mean to disturb you, Susie.

I fear I have some very rotten news.

Can I help at all?

We were looking for Sergeant Lewis.

I think he's out at the moment.

Can anyone else help?

That's all right, Constable.

Morse?

Stay now!

Can you get us a glass of water,
Charlie? Yeah, sure, straight away.

Let's get her over here, please. I hope
we're all right.

What does it do to us to go this, Susie?
Oh, please, I'm going to take a glass

of water.

I'll be all right. You don't look at all
well, Susie. You had a shock. Really

terrible shock.

Sip the water, please.

I'd like to know about Henry.

Your son will find him.

It still has to be confirmed, but it
seems he may have taken his own life.

Did you have any reason to believe that
he might...

His illness would have left him
completely helpless long before he died.

I suppose we both knew he'd never let
that happen.

When did you last speak to Henry?

He called me in London.

It was just after five. I'd spent the
day at the flat working.

Did he say anything that might suggest
his intentions?

He was very brief.

I had the impression there was someone
in the room with him.

He just had the phone repaired.

He didn't say anything much.

Only that he was fine.

I think you should go home now, Susan.

Go ahead, son.

I'd have dragged the poor bloke out of a
dinner party.

Then I've wasted both your evenings,
Lewis, and for nothing, as it turned

William Bryce Morgan just brought Mrs
Fallon in.

Yeah, I just sold her.

She had no difficulty accepting it was
suicide, Lewis.

She said she'd been expecting it.

Well, that's about it, then.

The test showed traces of lead and
gunpowder on Fallon's hand.

You haven't said how you know the
Fallons?

Henry Fallon was a don when I was at
Oxford Law.

He was quite brilliant.

What about Mrs Fallon?

It was Mrs Fallon I knew, Lewis, before
she became Mrs Fallon.

We were engaged to be married.

Hello. Hello.

You all right?

Yes, sir. I was just about to go for a
walk.

This isn't police business. I thought we
might talk.

Had you lived long in America?

Since just after we were married, Henry
was offered a professorship.

What did you do?

I took a crash course in American
literature and ended up teaching it.

When Henry's illness was diagnosed, we
came home to England. He wanted the

and quiet.

That must have been a very difficult
time for you.

In the beginning, yes.

You can adjust to the prospect of loss.

It's when it comes suddenly.

We had a daughter, you know.

Henrietta and her grandson, Paul.

They both died in a car accident two and
a half years ago.

Yes, I read about it.

I'm very sorry.

Thank you.

But tell me about you.

Nothing much to tell, really.

After I left Oxford, I went into the
army.

When I came out, I joined the police
force.

I've been there ever since.

You never married?

No. No, I never married.

I shall never regret what I did.

Henry was an exceptional man.

If he hadn't been so, what I'm trying to
say is it

wasn't an easy decision.

Thank you.

When Henry's things have been sorted
out, I shall be going away from here.

I think you should know that.

It started out as a normal enough day,
except that when I arrived, the phone

wasn't working.

Mr Fallon asked me to report it, so I
went to a public call box.

In the afternoon, I went for the
shopping at the usual time.

I was gone about an hour.

I left the house at 5 .45, and I know Mr
Fallon was alive then,

because...

I waved to him at the study window.

I take a shortcut to the road at the
back of the house.

And... I could see him.

Thank you, Nurse Rogers.

We were very, very happy.

Henry loved America.

He loved his work.

We were happier than any couple had a
right to be.

Would you describe, Mrs. Fallon, if you
could, your husband's state of mind

immediately prior to his death?

He was finding his physical disability
almost impossible to tolerate.

But he knew it would not stop there.

The thought of being mentally
incapacitated horrified him.

Thank you, Mrs. Fallon.

I'll see you outside.

I would now like the pathologist in
charge of the post -mortem examination

take the stand and present his findings.

I swear that the evidence I shall give
shall be the truth.

The whole truth and nothing but the
truth.

All over, then.

Suicide.

There was never any doubt, was there?

I suppose not.

Still very hard on Mrs. Fallon, though.

Excuse me, Lewis.

Who's that?

That must have been quite an ordeal for
you.

At least it's over with.

How long will you be staying?

A week or so.

Henry wanted the college to have his
books and papers.

This is hardly the right moment, I know,
but since we've so little time, I

thought perhaps we might see each other.

Please, it would mean a great deal to
me.

I should probably be a very poor
company.

I doubt that.

Can I call you, then, when you dare to?

If you like.

You know, it kind of explains things,
eh?

Losing a woman like that, I think I
might have turned a bit sour myself.

Sorry, Lewis.

What did you say?

Nothing, Sid.

I made a bad joke, I know.

Shall we go?

No, you go.

You go.

I'll, um... I'll walk, I think.

Not this evening, Lewis, surely.

No, it's nothing precious.

Some Dr John Marriott wanted to call
round and see him.

Do you know him?

Well, I do and I don't. I know I've
heard of him, but I can't place where.

Anyway, he's Henry Fallon's GP,
apparently.

Big night ahead.

I'm going to listen to some music,
Lewis, with Mrs Fallon.

I'm off on myself, as a matter of fact.

Make up for the knitting bee, Daybark.

Salim's, the Indian restaurant, just
opened up.

I'm a steak and bake spud man myself,
but Mrs Lewis likes to live on the

culinary edge, as it were.

Well, I hope you and Mrs Lewis have a
fine time, Sergeant.

Thank you, Chris. You too.

It was very moving.

You sound surprised.

Wasn't Hubert a favourite of yours?

No, it's surprising finding I'm still
receptive to it.

I'm sorry, I'm being morbid.

No.

We need to mourn.

Perhaps even feel guilty about having
survived our loved ones.

But you mustn't punish yourself, Susan.

Life must go on.

I think that's what I'm trying to say,
yes.

Henry's GP, Marriott?

Yes.

He's asked to see me.

Have you any idea why?

No, I haven't spoken to him since before
Henry died.

I thought he'd be at the inquest.

I'll watch my impact, Mother. No, thank
you.

No, I'm fine, thanks.

You said you were going away.

Can you tell me where?

I'm not sure yet.

There are worse places than Oxford.

I've lost a great deal here.

So have I.

I'm sorry that was unfair.

Did you hate me?

When I left you?

Hate you?

My God, Susan.

Would you like to go?

I knew I'd be poor company. I'm sorry.

Good night.

Is your husband likely to be much
longer, Mrs. Harris?

He's with his last patient now, Chief
Inspector.

Give them plenty of time.

My husband wages a one -man war against
sickness, Sergeant.

Could you pick Mr. Hall with an
appointment for next week? Thanks,

Chief Inspector Morse. Yes.

Sorry to have kept you. Do you want to
come through?

Thanks.

Henry's condition was quite rare, Chief
Inspector.

Only about a dozen or so cases in the UK
annually.

I've been monitoring his condition every
week for the last two years.

This is Henry's signature.

It's a crude but effective indicator.

You can see the degeneration is quite
marked.

I don't understand the significance,
Doctor.

Well, I have absolutely no doubt that
Henry Fallon intended to take his own

life, Chief Inspector. I mean, we
discussed it often enough.

I also personally believe that it was
his right.

You may or may not know that I am a
member of an organisation which

Dignity. What?

Sorry, sir.

Dignity for your organisation.

I've read about you in the local paper.

Yeah, well, I make no secret of my
views.

Although some people would say a doctor
has no business in holding them.

Go on.

Well, it's when I heard how Henry died
that I became curious. You see, Henry

have been able to hold a spoon to his
mouth or turn the pages of a book, but

it's almost certain that he couldn't
have held a gun to his head and pulled

trigger.

You sure about that?

Well, as I say, I'm almost certain,
yeah.

Well, it's a pity you didn't come
forward sooner, Doctor. At the inquest,

example. Yes, I'm sorry about that, but
I was on holiday in Scotland.

But I saw Mrs. Murrett there.

Yes, well, Helen's never been one for
salmon fishing.

And this is assured practice, Inspector.

It barely functions without her.

This information could have serious
implications, Doctor.

Yes, I realise that, but I felt it was
my responsibility to make my views

I'd like our own medical people to have
a look at this material, if you don't

mind. Certainly, Chief Inspector, but I
would like it back.

I hope in due course to interest some of
the medical journals with my findings,

so I'd be interested to hear what your
colleagues think of my evidence.

So will I, Doctor, believe me.

Thank you. Bye -bye.

You're at the inquest.

Why?

I was curious.

Where the hell does that leave us?

It leaves us looking like bloody fools,
Lewis.

But where does it leave Peter Rhodes?

Oh, for heaven's sake, Morse.

You said it was suicide.

The coroner said it was suicide.

And now some DP comes down from Ben
Nevis waving a few sheets of A4 and

everything's up in the air.

I'm not saying we should turn a blind
eye, but isn't it all a bit tenuous?

What do our people think?

The pathologist had the material since
last night. We're seeing him later

We're not going to look good, Morse. Not
good at all.

I'm lunching with the chief constable,
for God's sake.

If I ever get there, what am I supposed
to tell him?

That our suicide isn't a suicide after
all, and we are now embarked on a full

-blown murder investigation?

It'll hardly be that.

If it is murder, there's only one
suspect.

Who? Fallon's son -in -law, Peter
Rhodes.

Fallon's nurse saw him alive at 5 .45.

Rhodes was there at six.

A random killer wouldn't have had time
to fake a suicide. The gun was kept in a

drawer, out of sight.

Peter Rhodes knew that.

It's difficult to see how anyone else
could have done it, given the time.

Well, I suppose that's something.

A prime suspect, people will be even
sure a crime's been committed.

You can tell that to the Chief
Constable, sir.

At last!

Thank God for that.

Well, you'd better have a go at it,
Morse.

And try and get it right this time,
would you?

Oh, Morse.

Take a closer look at that Marriott
fellow.

We seem to be putting rather other faith
in him.

Yes, sir. I'd never have thought of
that.

I fancy we've spoiled his lunch, sir.
Heaven forbid, Lewis.

Why were you interested in Mrs.
Marriott?

I wasn't.

No, she'd actually been a bit of a model
or something.

Thought it might have been a nice angle.
The beauty in Dr. Death, you know.

Stuck around, came up with that lot.

So what's all this about, then?

Oh, we might have to call him as a
witness in a trial that's coming up.

We don't want any surprises.

Phew, fat chance.

No, he's clean, Sergeant.

I was after the euthanasia thing.

I was told he could say what he liked so
long as he didn't practice what he

preached.

What did you think of him?

A knife.

Polite. Nothing too much trouble.

Bit of a creep, really.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Good -looking woman.

Ain't she just?

Makes you wonder what she's doing with a
prat like him.

Of course it's case, then.

It's a bit early to say.

Well, I remember your cooperation.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

You want my car?

What did he say?

He said if Marriott's records are
correct, Fallon couldn't have killed

How about you?

Well, try as I'm sure he did, the
journalist couldn't lay a glove on

What are you being conned, Lewis?

I don't know, sir.

What I can't figure out is why Rhodes
called us.

If he killed Fallon, why not just leave
and let someone else find the body?

Maybe he's cleverer than that.

I'd like you to go round there tomorrow.

Let him know we're interested.

What are you going to do?

I suppose I shall have to talk to Mrs.
Fallon.

Have you seen much of Morse?

Some.

I always liked him, you know.

Good man in a crisis.

That was my impression.

Has he changed much?

Essentially, I mean.

No, I don't think he has.

Well, then.

I'm afraid it's too late for that.

Nonsense.

Women are meant to be on their own,
Susie.

Never have been, never will be.

And what about men?

Chaps are a different class of being,
altogether so.

Much better equipped to cope with the
privations of the solitary life.

It's not easy, I can tell you, but...
What I thought was, well,

Sunday lunch.

Why don't I get McGregor to look out a
couple of extra nosebags and you and

Morse can join me here for a feed?

Perhaps.

We'll see.

Sergeant Lewis, I thought you might have
been a customer.

You're not here to buy, are you?

Not on my salary.

Not unless your antique come in flat
pack.

They are a bit pricey, I'm afraid. It's
the nature of the business.

So, how can I help you, Sergeant?

Oh, I've come about Mr. Fallon,
actually.

Henry.

I thought they were settled.

Loose ends, Mr. Rhodes.

In your business, it's high prices. In
mine, it's always loose ends.

Now, I was wondering if you could go
over that day again for me.

Maybe there's something you overlooked.

I don't think so, if you wish.

I... I was here when Henry phoned. He
asked me over at six.

I went there.

Well, you know the rest, Sergeant.

You definitely didn't see anyone else at
or near the house? No. No -one.

No -one.

Well, thank you, Mr Rhodes. I'll let you
get on. Thank you, Sergeant.

You said Mr. Fallon phoned you. What
time was that, sir?

Around three.

Thank you.

Is something troubling you?

No, no. It's nothing.

What did you want to talk to me about?

Nothing.

Just an excuse to get you out.

Good.

Tell me, did you see Dr. Marriott?

What did he say?

He just wanted to talk about Henry.

Tell us about his illness.

I think he was upset at having missed
the inquest.

He's a very serious young man.

Very committed.

Have you known him long?

He was Henrietta's GP.

They were great friends. He delivered
Paul.

When we came back to Oxford, it seemed
natural for him to look after Henry.

Losing Henrietta and Paul must have been
a terrible blow.

And for Peter Rhodes, too.

His life was in ruins when we got back.
He was an alcoholic.

Henry paid for him to stay in a private
clinic and helped him start his

business.

Saved his life, really.

Was Henry a partner in the business?

I'm not sure what arrangement they had.

I preferred to stare at him for money
matters and leave him to Henry.

Why should that interest you?

Curiosity becomes something of a habit
with policemen.

Rogers.

Rogers.

Rogers.

Rodgers. Nurse Rodgers.

Started as a normal day. When I arrived,
the phone wasn't working. Went to a

call box and reported it. That's the
one.

Won't you get into hot water for this?

You're supposed to be working.

I'm a detective.

Detectives think, mainly.

Today, I choose to do my thinking lying
down.

Listen.

Was it so terrible to laugh? What are
you afraid of? It's nothing, please.

I'm not a fool.

I know what Henry meant to you.

Haven't I hurt you enough?

Can't you see what might happen?

Nothing can happen unless we both want
it to.

You intend to leave. You told me that.

I know how I'll feel when you go.

If that's the price I've got to pay for
seeing you now, then so be it.

I have no right to expect that of you.

And I have the right to make that
choice.

What are you doing?

I'm having some air in, Lewis, some
fresh air.

It's a lovely day, don't you think?

Getting lovelier by the minute.

He's been lying, sir.

Rhodes? Mrs. Fallon told you her husband
called just after five to test the

line.

Yes. And the nurse says the phone was
out of order when she arrived in the

morning. Rhodes is claiming that Fallon
called him at three o 'clock to ask him

over. But how could he, sir?

We know Fallon couldn't have left the
house to make a call.

And if there was no call, what was
Rhodes doing there?

It's very beautiful, Peter.

When I saw it, I thought it might cheer
you up a little.

It has done.

Thank you.

I'll put it here, shall I?

How have you been managing?

Oh, all right.

Susan, you know there's anything I can
do, anything you need.

Can I get you something? Tea, coffee?

No, really. I only came to make sure you
were all right.

I'll have a drink if you don't mind.

The police called round to see me.

What did they want?

They seemed to think there was something
to be cleared up about Henry.

It was all very cryptic.

They've not spoken to you, then?

No.

You seem worried by it.

No, not worried. I just found it odd.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Some oversight.

Yes, that's probably it.

You win again.

Of course I did.

Cricket's a game of the bonts, Susie.

Cerebral, if you will.

Today, you seem to be lacking in
concentration.

Ah, lemonade.

Pips.

There are pips in the lemonade, man.

That's because there are pips in the
lemons, Master William.

Why can't you take them out?

That fluid has been strained and
strained again, sir.

Short of picking out them pips with my
bare hands, I don't see what else I can

do.

Now, will that be all?

Yes, that'll be all.

Why must the Scots be so surly all the
time?

You could always let him go if you're
not happy.

Oh, don't be silly.

Well, then.

Now, you'll both have to excuse me while
I see you to the lunch.

Of course.

Sarah Morse.

A policeman, eh?

You'll surprise me, I must say.

How so?

A writer.

Always had you pegged as a future
literary gent.

Calm on the outside, but inside fairly
heaving with all manner of passions

waiting to be expressed.

Still, this gendarmerie business must be
damn exciting.

What about a yarn or two before we go
in?

I was rather hoping that you could give
me some information, William.

Really? What about?

Peter Rhodes.

I want to know about his business
arrangements with Henry.

Well, steady on, Morse.

It's a bit off to mull over a chap's
pocketbook before the ashes are cold,

you think?

Things may not have been as
straightforward as they seemed.

It's possible that Henry did not take
his own life.

But you can't be serious, can you? I
have to consider all the possibilities.

Well, I... Henry made him a loan.

30 ,000 to be paid in two parts.

Were both payments made?

No, no, they weren't.

Henry was having second thoughts, as a
matter of fact.

He wasn't convinced he'd recover his
money.

He was planning to cancel the second
payment.

Had he told Rhodes?

Yes. He'd also informed his bank.

He told them he'd confirmed when he'd
spoken to Rhodes.

When did he tell Rhodes?

The night before he died.

Henry felt very badly about it, of
course, but he could be absolutely

when he had to be.

Have you told her about this?

I thought she should be protected from
it for as long as possible.

Yes, of course.

You're a good man, Morse.

I had hoped you'd come here for quite
different reasons.

Susie's still a young woman.

The spark's gone from her, I know,
but... I thought if anyone could bring

back to us, you could.

John Moore.

I've seen one.

Mr. Owens.

Sergeant Lewis.

I was beginning to think you'd forgotten
about me.

Oh, no.

This way, please.

We'd like to see you in the interview
room.

This is all very portentous, Chief
Inspector. What's it about?

It's about Henry Fallon, Mr. Rhodes.

He helped you set up your business, I
believe.

He made you a loan.

Yes.

I don't see... How important was the
loan, Mr. Rowe?

It was very important.

Well, I needed the money to tide me
over, you see.

I had a cottage that I sold near
Banbury, but that wasn't enough.

I needed Henry at the port till I could
break even.

You met with Henry Farran on the night
before he died?

Yes. What was the meeting about?

About business.

About the loan?

Yes.

Look... What about the loan, Mr Rhodes?

What?

Well, it was to be made in two payments.

Henry said he was very happy with the
business, there'd be no problems with

second payment.

He was going to speak to his bank on the
following Monday.

He said that?

Are you sure, Mr Rhodes?

Of course I'm sure.

Mr. Fallon told William Bryce Morgan
that he was going to cancel the second

payment. He told him he'd informed you
of his intentions.

Well, that's nonsense.

Are you saying William is lying? No.

No, but I'm saying he's mistaken.

And Mr. Fallon's bank?

Are they mistaken too, sir? What? Mr.

Fallon informed his bank that he was
going to cancel the second payment.

No. Why were you at the Fallon house?

I told you, Henry called me.

At three o 'clock? Yes.

Where did he call you from, Mr Rhodes?

From home, of course. He was housebound.

Mr Fallon's telephone was out of order
for most of that day.

Certainly at the time you say he called
you.

Can you explain that, Mr Rhodes?

Well, it can't be. He phoned me.

Yes.

This is madness.

Madness. My father -in -law killed
himself. Everybody knows that.

Everybody thought that.

But now it seems he couldn't have.

I think it was murder, Mr Rhodes.

A murder that you alone had the
opportunity to commit.

The opportunity and the motive.

I want to get out of here.

You can't keep me here. Let me out,
please.

Please, you don't understand.

This is all wrong.

Mr. Rhodes, this interview is being
recorded.

My name is Detective Chief Inspector
Moore, also present in the room are

Detective Sergeant Lewis and Police
Constable Matthews.

You do not have to say anything unless
you wish to do so, but anything you do

say may be given in evidence.

Thanks. I'll be finished in a while.

I'm very grateful to you for coming,
Susan.

I'm not sure what good I can do, Peter.

You can tell them.

You must know that I couldn't harm
Henry. You must.

I owed everything to him.

My health, the business.

The police know that, Peter.

Then why should I kill him?

I don't know.

They say you lied about the phone call
and about the loan.

But it's the truth.

Peter, I tried to call home myself and I
couldn't get through.

You have to help me.

You have to get me out of here.

believe you. You're his wife. They'll
live to you.

Please.

There's nothing I can do.

Surely you believe me.

Please. The interview is over, Mr.
Rhodes.

Susan. I'm sorry.

Susan, I'm innocent for God's sake.

He shot himself. The man was a bloody
cripple. Why should he want to live?

Susan! Take it easy, sir.

She's mad at me. I'm an innocent man. I
didn't kill him. Why should I kill him?

He helped me.

I'm innocent. Do you understand?

Do you understand?

We've got to get started. We've got
those house calls sorted out, Helen.

Not too bad.

Not to mention it, is that it?

Pretend it isn't happening.

I gave the police the facts, Helen. I
didn't know where it was going to lead.

You won't be too unhappy of the fact
that you put Peter in jail.

No, not if he's guilty and the police
think that he is.

Look.

Look, when I come back, why don't we
void for the evening, eh?

Out.

With this going on, I'm in no mood for
celebration, I assure you.

You'd be quite wrong to gloat, you know.

I don't know what you mean, Helen.

Why do you suppose I've remained here
all this time?

To shuffle medical files.

It was to be near him.

And if they take him away, they take
away my reason for staying.

Do you understand that?

Mrs. Marriott?

Sorry if I kept you waiting.

No, thank you for coming.

We could have met in my office.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I'm used to people staring.

Childhood accident.

Remember, remember the 5th of November,
you know.

As to our venue, this is less public.

Anyway, I like it here.

I visit the church while my husband
ministers to the thick.

You asked to see me, Mrs. Marriott.

Yes.

It's about Peter Rhodes. I... I just
can't believe he killed Henry Fallon,

Inspector. No.

You know Mr. Rhodes well?

His wife was John's patient.

We all became friends.

And because you're friends, you think
he's innocent.

Is that it?

Yes.

I mean, if you know someone, surely you
can tell him. I'm afraid you can't.

But he couldn't do it, I tell you.

If you want to help Peter Rhodes,

I'm going to need something more
substantial than a character reference.

Is there something more?

Mrs. Marion?

No.

No, there's nothing, Chief Inspector.

And that was it?

She didn't say anything else?

I don't think there was anything else.

Can you be sure there isn't?

She would have said, wouldn't she? Or
Rhodes would have.

Well, then why come forward?

She wanted to get him off, Lewis.

But if someone you loved had been
charged with murder, would you want to

it?

But Rhodes... You need to have seen him
in the interview room. If that was an

act... How can you make a judgment like
that? You don't know him.

Well, neither do you, but you've got him
in bed with Mrs Marriott. But I have

evidence.

I saw them at the inquest, and today she
asked me to let him go.

Forgive me, sir, but isn't that evidence
what you'd call circumstantial?

What about Mrs Fallon? What does she
think of him?

I don't think she liked him much. I've
seldom met.

Well, there must be someone we can talk
to that knows him.

Impressive, eh?

What can I say?

You could tell the truth and say he
looks a damn fool.

Ten miles at the counter and I haven't
left the room.

Care to try her?

I don't think so.

Oh.

Duty call, is it?

I always thought Rhodes was a bit of a
bad hat.

You'd never understand what a girl would
see in him.

Henrietta, especially.

She lived here while she was at Oxford,
by the way.

I grew very fond of her.

When did she meet Rhodes?

Difficult to be precise.

Suffice it to say, she stayed on in
Oxford after graduation and married him

after that. Do you know if he was
faithful to her?

You've been busy, Morse.

No, the fellow had great difficulty
keeping his pants on, quite frankly.

Almost from the off, there were stories
about his philandering.

One affair, and he looked set to wreck
the marriage.

Do you know who the woman was, sir?

No idea.

As it happened, Henrietta and the child
were killed before things came to a

head.

Now, there's a mystery for you, Morse.

3am on the road from Banbury. Nobody
knew why.

Well, they had a cottage in Banbury,
didn't they? But at that time in the am,

Sergeant, and with the child?

Well, what did Rhodes think?

He didn't know what to think.

He was at home in Oxford.

He'd had a skinful.

Woke up to find himself a widower.

I have to admit, it affected him rather
badly.

Took to the source in a major way.

Is that all, Mort?

Yes, yes, thank you.

And if you'll excuse me, I must go.

Meeting Susie at the solicitors.

Goodbye.

Why didn't Rhodes know what his wife and
child were doing out, Lewis?

Maybe they'd had a row or something.

Do you think Mrs Marriott was the woman,
sir?

Do you?

Good chance, I suppose.

But adultery's a long way from murder,
surely.

We've shown motive and opportunity,
Lewis. And we've no other suspect.

We haven't looked for one, have we? With
good reason.

The timescale doesn't allow for one.

What if someone else got into the house?

How? The nurse said she used the
shortcut, didn't she, at the back of the

If she used one, someone else could
have.

Well, it's all very straightforward, Mrs
Salad.

There are two beneficiaries.

Your husband's estate amounted to £175
,000.

Gross, that is.

Of which your brother William is to
receive £50 ,000.

While the remainder is to go to an
organisation known as Dignity.

So that it might continue to campaign
for the individual's right to a

death.

Can't be.

It's outrageous.

He wouldn't have left her penniless.

There's no mistake, Mr. Bryce Morgan, I
assure you. Well, then you shall have

the 50 ,000, Susie. She shall damn well
have that. Now, where do I sign?

Come on. Please, William, if it's what
Henry wanted.

Thank you.

Susie?

It's just not on, is it, Lewis?

The distance is too great.

Someone going to the house this way
would have passed the nurse, making her

down.

And if we assume he managed that, the
chances are that Rhodes would have seen

him making his way back.

No.

No, he wouldn't.

The curtains were drawn. I had to open
them myself.

You did what?

At the scene of a crime?

No. Hang on a minute, will you, sir?

The curtains were opened when the nurse
left.

They had to be. She said she waved a
fountain at the window.

Why would Rhodes have closed them?

He didn't try to get away, and even if
he had done, nobody could have seen him.

What if someone else was in the house?

They've killed Fallon, and they see
Rhodes arrive.

There's only this way out, and they'd
have had to close the curtains or be

We'd like you to take us through it
again, Mr Rhodes.

I told you, he called me at three. He
asked me to go over and pick. I went.

I found in depth.

What were your first impressions on
entering the room?

I didn't have any. I wasn't expecting to
find what I did. Think, Mr. Rhodes.

It was dark.

I don't know.

It was six o 'clock.

The curtains were closed, I think.

I'm not sure.

I think you're telling the truth.

I don't think he closed the curtains.

What about the phone call, Lewis? We
know that's a lie, yet he persists with

What if the call was made?

How?

Well, maybe the nurse was wrong about
what time the phone went off. So the

is lying, too.

Why don't I phone the exchange?

See what sort of repair records they
keep.

I could pay them a visit in the morning.

Why not?

Tomorrow morning.

My sergeant is going to be checking with
the telephone exchange.

Maybe you made a mistake about the call.

Henry called me at three o 'clock.

What did he call you about?

Oh, yes.

Business, wasn't it?

That's right.

But I thought you'd concluded your
business the night before when Henry

to pay the second half of the loan.

Isn't that right?

Yes. So what was there still to discuss?

Had he changed his mind?

Or was there something else he wanted to
talk about?

Why should I kill him?

I was a bloody drunk and he took care of
me. I'd lost everything, my wife and

child.

Something else you couldn't understand,
I gather.

What?

Why they were out at that time of night.

I didn't know then and I don't know now.

It was just another road accident.

I want you to get me a road accident
report.

June 1989, two fatalities, Henrietta and
Paul Rhodes.

I'll get on to archives. Be on your desk
first thing, sir. Thank you.

Dr. Marriott. Mr. Stone. Your
organisation's just come into a bundle,

Could you say anything about that? Not
my organisation, Mr. Stone. We're just a

group of individuals.

We share a common belief. But this dosh,
Doctor, you'll use it to spread your

ideas. Couldn't you use it to help the
sick? Shouldn't you be saving a life,

Doctor? Well, I can, yeah.

Oh, well, you can. That's good. I like
it. Can I quote you on that, Doctor?

either that or I may sum you up, only I
doubt I can match your subtlety.

Well, then you must pop me.

End of interview.

Here it is.

Fault reported.

10 a .m.

Repaired at 5 p .m.

Time to repair, five minutes.

Then it was definitely out all day.

Well, it needn't have been, though.

What do you mean? Well, the time of
repair was at the customer's request.

Who do you think made the call? A nurse?

That's right. Mr. Fallon was in a
wheelchair.

She must have been a pretty dumb nurse.

Disabled get priority.

We could have had someone around there
right away.

There was a reporter at the surgery this
morning.

He was asking questions about the will.

It was bound to arouse some curiosity.

I thought so.

Now that everything's been taken care
of, there's no need for me to stay here

any longer.

I haven't managed to get to the flat. I
was wondering if you could see things

for me.

Susan. I should leave tomorrow, I think.

I wondered if I could see you tonight.

Of course.

What would you like to do?

Dinner?

I thought we could meet at your place.

If you'd like.

Yes, I know where that is.

I'll see you this evening.

Goodbye.

Well, it was Mr Fallon's request,
Sergeant, not mine.

I was for having it repaired at once.

I mean, there was Mrs Fallon in London
to be considered.

She used to call two and three times a
day when she was away to make sure

everything was all right.

I said I could call her when I went out
for the shopping, but he said no, she'd

be working and wasn't to be disturbed.

All I could think was they'd had a row
or something.

A Ralph?

Oh, I'm not saying they had, Sergeant,
no.

I just thought it odd.

But as it turned out, I was worrying for
nothing.

How come?

It was improper of me. I know.

But I did call her, as a matter of fact.

She wasn't even at home.

It was her answering machine that came
on.

You get so embarrassed talking to those
things, don't you think?

Yes, yes, you do.

Well... Thank you.

Are you sure you won't have some tea?

No, not thanks. It's on my way home.

Thanks for your help.

The telephone repair people have
confirmed that the phone was off all

And it was Fallon himself who requested
the engineer come at five.

Then why the hell does Rhodes go on with
his claim?

There's something else, sir.

What's that?

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. If I'd known you
were having company, I could have let

wait. Oh, that's all right, Lewis.

Mrs Fallon's coming over.

You said there was something else?

I'm afraid it's gone for the moment.

Have a drink till it comes back.

No, I think I'd better be going home.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'll see you in the morning.

All right.

Thank you.

I've heard it said that every house has
a precise commentary on its owner. Do

you think that's true?

Well, it's an interesting theory, I
suppose. I've never thought about it.

I can't imagine what this place has to
say about me.

Oh, a sturdy self -sufficiency.

A certain contentment.

Well, then I'd have to say the theory is
somewhat suspect.

You're probably right.

Well, no.

It might be something.

Anyway, I'm glad you like it.

I'm not sure you'll be able to say the
same about the food.

I still think we should have gone out.

It's not too late. I can call... No, I
wanted it to meet here.

My heart... Well, it's not appropriate
at all, you see.

Too full of other memories.

I must sound awful saying these things I
know, but it's been so long

and I'm so horribly out of touch.

I feel like some silly schoolgirl.

you here because I want some straight
answers.

Are you absolutely sure Henry Fallon was
murdered, Morse?

Morse?

I'm sorry.

Have you read this?

I have not, as a matter of fact. I was
late leaving home.

It's about Fallon's will.

There are two beneficiaries, his brother
-in -law and this man Marriott's

euthanasia group.

There was nothing for Mrs. Fallon.

Is that relevant to this investigation,
Sergeant?

Well, I'm sorry, matey, but I think it
is.

We have a man who seems to have been
obsessed with taking his own life.

We have a coroner's inquest returning a
verdict of suicide.

And we are building a case for a murder
charge.

On the evidence of a man who scores 125
,000 in the will.

Not him.

His organisation.

Well, do we know that?

What exactly is the man's connection
with it?

All we know is it's both, Manfred.

But according to the local papers, it's
all above board.

Well, I just want to be sure, Morse.

We're going to trial on this, remember
that?

What the hell is wrong with a man?

What's that, sir? He just wants to be
sure? Well, that's what we all want,

it?

Matey!

What's the name of that journalist
friend of yours on the local paper?

Stonefield. His car's on my desk.

Am I to take it you think Rhodes is
innocent, Sergeant?

I think there's a good chance, sir.

And that what, Mrs.

Fallon killed her husband?

No, she couldn't have, sir.

He called her just after five.

She couldn't have made it from London to
Oxford in time to kill him.

Well, why this request, then?

They're supposed to be such a devoted
couple, sir.

But that doesn't stand up, does it?

He cut her out of his will.

On the day he died, he refused to have
the phone repaired early when the

were she'd be trying to contact him.

I'm down to say they're hardly the
actions of a loving husband.

Well, maybe he had good reason to.

I mean, why did she lie about being at
the London flat for the whole day when

the nurse called she wasn't at home?

And what's the most common reason for
married people lying about their

whereabouts? Well, you think she may
have a fancy man or something?

Why not?

She hasn't been slow to get reacquainted
with Chief Inspector Morse, has she?

No.

The doctor gave Fallon another year.

If she was seeing someone, maybe he got
impatient.

He probably visited the flat at some
time.

There could be a photograph there, or
letters, maybe a name and address.

What about Morse?

He's never going to see it, sir.

He's too close. You heard what he said
when I asked about the will.

Well, he'll have to know eventually.

Only if I'm right, sir.

You're due for a day's leave, aren't
you, Sergeant?

All right, get me London, would you
please?

I've already told you, Sergeant, what I
know.

I need to establish various exact
relationships with the euthanasia group.

He's a spokesman.

Does he benefit personally from the
bequest?

Well, put it this way, I wouldn't go
checking the flights to Marbella.

We're dealing with a man of principle.

But let me know if there's anything I
missed.

Peter Rhodes is going to prison, Mrs.
Marriott.

I've told you, Chief Inspector.

He's innocent.

You must think us very stupid, Mrs.
Marriott.

What do you mean?

You love Peter Rhodes, don't you?

Yes. And you expect us to believe you
have it in your power to clear him, but

you choose not to. What kind of a woman
would that make you, Mrs. Marriott?

A selfish one, Chief Inspector.

Do you think I don't know that?

But apparently self -knowledge isn't the
first step to becoming a better person.

Because while I want to help Peter, God
knows I do.

I haven't quite got the guts.

For what?

What are you afraid of?

Shame.

Just that.

Shame?

No, no.

That won't do, Mrs Marion. Not from you.

You can believe what you like, Chief
Inspector.

I believe Peter Rhodes is guilty.

No. I don't think you know anything.

You're wrong.

We've got the right man. He just happens
to be someone you care for.

Isn't that it?

But through to character, you're
prepared to set your need for him above

demands of justice.

That's what this is all about, isn't it?

He's as guilty as hell and you don't
give a damn. No!

Goodbye, Mrs. Marriott.

Mrs. Marriott, you?

I know about you. You betrayed your
husband because you couldn't have first

on his time.

Yes. The action of a greedy, grasping
woman. Wouldn't you agree?

Yes.

Is that why you come here, Mrs.
Marriott?

For some sort of tawdry absolution? You
have no right to ridicule me. But

absolution for what?

Adultery. Stealing another woman's
husband. We loved each other. Stealing

innocent child's father. Is that your
great shame, Mrs Marriott?

Or is it the truth about the accident
that killed them? Is that what you're

ashamed of, Mrs Marriott?

What?

Remember, remember the 5th of November.

That was no childhood accident, was it,
Mrs. Marriott?

Peter loved me.

He said he'd leave his wife and child
for me.

He kept putting it off.

One night we were at his cottage.

We'd both been drinking. Peter'd had
rather a lot. He'd passed out.

The phone rang and I answered it.

It was Henrietta.

I was about to hang up, but I didn't.

I told her that he was mine.

That if she didn't believe me, she
should come and see.

She brought the child.

She'd been alone with him, you see.

I laughed at her.

I actually laughed.

She went berserk.

Started throwing things around.

Peter didn't know what was happening.

He wouldn't let them go home alone.

He was too drunk to drive, so she drove.

I followed them in my car.

I didn't want to let him go.

All the time I kept thinking, he's mine.

Why should she have him?

He's mine.

They were driving too fast.

He wanted her to stop to talk about it.

He tried to force her.

The car started to swerve.

Something happened.

I saw Peter.

All I could think was that he was all
right.

Henrietta and the child were still
inside the car.

It started to burn.

I tried to get them out, but the flames
were too hot.

I started to run back to my car to get a
rug or something.

There was an explosion.

Since that night, he's never spoken to
me.

He couldn't harm the Fallons, Chief
Inspector.

He'd already hurt them more than he
could bear.

Who else knew about the accident, Mrs
Marriott?

My husband.

How?

I had to explain these to him.

I've had a word with the caretaker, sir.

You can be as quick as you can.

I won't be long, mate.

Miss Rogers, Mrs. Fallon.

It's in case you're trying to call home.

Only, the phone's out of order, you see.

I'm calling from town.

Just to let you know everything's all
right.

Hello, Lewis. Where have you been?

Oh, it's a dear day, officer.

I've been trying to think things
through.

Me too.

Your instincts seem to have been right,
Lewis.

I think we've got the wrong man.

Sir?

Well, as you said, why should Rhodes
lie?

Except that he's innocent and everything
else falls into place.

Go on, sir. Peter Rhodes was set up,
Lewis.

The phone call, the loan, everything.

The phone was disconnected and then
reconnected for the call to Rhodes and

put it out of action again for the
engineer arriving at five.

There you sit.

Fallon couldn't have done it on his own,
Lewis.

But that would mean he was in on his own
death. Crazy, isn't it?

The one thing we've known all along is
that Henry Fallon intended to take his

own life.

Framing Rhodes could have given his
death some meaning.

Not many of us have that opportunity.

Why, for God's sake?

Revenge.

Peter Rhodes was in that car the night
his wife and child were killed.

Could they cause the accident if you
were the woman's father and the child's

grandfather?

You most certainly would.

The other person in the house, do you
know who it was?

Yes.

It was John Marriott. He knew about the
accident. It had to be him that told

Fallon. He was on holiday.

Scotland's not the other side of the
world, Lewis.

I don't think it was him.

I can believe he told Fallon about the
accident, despite roles. Who else is

there?

What about Mrs. Fallon, sir?

She'll have to be told, of course.

I'm going there now.

Do you think that's wise, sir?

She'll have to know now, Lewis.

Do you suppose I'm happy about that?

No, sir.

Of all the bloody times.

I haven't brought you anything.

We never thought you would.

What?

Henry was a very perceptive man, John.

You don't have to do this, Susan.

We've both done what we set out to do.

It was all right in Henry's case. He had
nothing left to live for, but not in

yours. Not now.

I've lost my husband, John. My daughter
and grandchild are dead.

But there's more.

Henry didn't foresee that, did he?

No, neither did I.

So everything's changed.

There's something there for you now,
something for you to hang on to.

Please, John, stop it.

Susan, you don't have to go through with
this.

There was nothing for you before, but
now you've got a chance of some

for God's sake.

Why do you think I went along with this?

Because I thought Helen might love me
again. I thought with Rose out of the

she might love me again.

You're lucky.

You've got someone.

You've got a chance of some happiness.
Don't you realise how lucky you are?

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Can't you see it's hopeless?

Do you suppose I haven't considered
this?

From the moment I walked into that
police station and saw him, do you think

haven't tried?

But it can't work, John.

What I want...

It'll be a barrier between us that'll
destroy us. Well, how will he know? How

will he ever know?

Because I'll have to tell him that I
killed my husband.

It doesn't matter that he wanted me to,
that he kissed my hand as I helped him

die.

I'll have to tell him why, so that a
miserable little man could be made to

for destroying our lives.

For taking our child and our grandchild
from us.

How can he love me when he knows that?

Look sir, if you'd like me to tell
her...

What

is it?

What happened?

Something wrong with Susan.

I can't wake her up.

Susan!

No.

Please, God, no.

Susan.

I want that man picked up, Lewis.

I want it done now.

So you're not thinking... For God's
sake, Lewis, please!

Morse? Is Susie dead?

Morse?

What the hell's going on?

You better get down the end of your
room, sir.

Could you appraise me, please?

Susan Fallon is dead, and that bastard
had something to do with it. But I'd

to fit in on this one, if you don't
mind. Chief Inspector!

Why am I here, Martha? Sit down, Doctor!

You're here because I believe you were
involved with the death of Henry and

Susan Fallon. Don't be silly, Martin.
Where were you last night?

I was at home, alone. My wife was out.
Liar!

You were at Susan Fallon's house. I was
there. I saw your car.

Susan Fallon was my patient. I was
visiting her in a professional capacity.

She was alive when I left the house. You
must take my word for that or prove the

contrary. Can you prove that, Chief
Inspector?

That'll do, Morse.

Henry Fallon wasn't murdered, was he,
Doctor?

He colluded with you in his own death to
frame Peter Rhodes.

The man he held responsible for the
death of his daughter and her child.

The man who had an affair with your
wife.

She loved him, didn't she?

She still loves him, and you hate him
for that. Don't you just hate him,

Yes.

I hate him. Enough to want to put him
away?

You told Fallon about the accident.

I don't know what you're talking about.

So you fabricate some details about
Fallon's illness. My information was

accurate. I'm a doctor. Do you hear? I
hear.

Doctor.

So how did he die?

If he couldn't do it himself, someone
must have been there to disconnect the

phone, to close the curtains, to pull
the trigger. Then you must find that

someone, Chief Inspector, and if you
wish...

To accuse me of conspiring to
incriminate Rhodes, then you must prove

you prove it?

No.

I thought not.

Now, let me join in your hypothesis,
Chief Inspector Morse.

The Fallons' daughter and grandchild
burned to death in that car.

Now, if you were right...

I, for one, would not blame Henry for
taking revenge.

And speaking for myself, purely
hypothetically, if I was asked to

such a plan, I'd jump at the chance.

What about Susan?

Well, all I can say, Chief Inspector, is
that in all my life, I never met a

couple such as they.

It came of no surprise to me.

That she couldn't go on without him.

You knew that.

And you did nothing to stop her.

I said... Nothing!

Nothing!

You could have stopped her!

You're a bloody doctor!

How can I have stopped her, Morse?

If she couldn't live for you, why would
she listen to me?

Please accept my apologies.

Dr. Marriott, I can assure you... No,
no, no, no, no. It's perfectly all

Nothing happened here.

Get him out of here, Sergeant.

Come on.

Look at yourself.

Ignore him.

Morning, sir.

You look terrible, Sergeant.

I fell asleep in the car outside your
place.

Won't Mrs. Lewis be worried about you?

I phoned home.

How did you know I was here?

I looked everywhere else.

Fancy a walk?

Why not?

I'm really sorry about it, Alan.

Thank you, Lewis.

What have they done with Marriott?

Let him go.

What else could we do?

It had to be him, Lewis.

We can never prove that, sir.

What was it that was done, anyway?

Sustaining a suicide.

In the office, when I said it was him,
you seemed to have some doubts.

Who did you think it was?

Well, I thought it might have been
Williamson.

William?

Lewis.

Lewis, Lewis. You saw him on that, that,
that thing?

William?

Yes, sir.

You feel like breakfast?

Will you be paying?

I don't seem to have any money, I'm
sorry.

So it's down to me then.

Let's just say it's one I owe you.

Yeah, let's just say that.