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I burned the past.

Andrea.

Goodbye, my darling. It's over.

It has to be.

I burned the past.

Pathy.

You screwed up your own life, kid.

It wasn't my fault.

I burned the past.

Nicole.

No more uncertainty.

No more fear.

A bone of horror.

Alistair?

Alistair? What?

Oh.

An end of boredom.

I burn the pot.

Frat, I burn the pot.

Very close now. I promise you the worst of the pain is over. That's the toughest

thing you'll ever have to do. Now, can we all join hands, please?

And the directive is concentrate.

Think each one of you. It's passed.

It's been destroyed.

It's lost its power.

Midnight.

Congratulations and full marks to everyone, and the best is to come.

You've got one hour.

Abandon and enjoy it.

You're released.

No, no, honest, Russell, not me. I can't.

But it's a deal, Patty. You signed a contract.

Yeah, but I didn't know my own limitations at the time. I mean, I

zooming off into the woods.

Let me take Maureen. Come on, Maureen. Show me the ropes.

There aren't no ropes, Patty.

On you go, Patty.

Drinks and food back at the villa in an hour. Be free.

Be yourself.

I'm looking for my mother.

You can tell me.

Accident of death.

I take it you're satisfied with the verdict of the Italian court?

Yes, I expressed my satisfaction at the time.

And you're confident the full investigation was carried out by the

authorities? Yes, I am.

Do you know of any reason then why I, on behalf of the Oxford court, should not

simply make a formal endorsement of that verdict?

I'd like to make my position perfectly clear.

In what way?

You were in Oxford at the time of your wife's death?

Yes, my business, the bookshop.

My wife and I spent every summer in Italy. We rented a house there.

She found it easier to write.

But on this occasion, she was attending a course run by the Selfhood Trust.

And she thought it would help her.

And she was a popular novelist.

She didn't value her popularity.

Mr Lawrence, you mentioned your own position.

There was some conniving, some pressure. There were threats.

You were threatened?

I had no choice.

At the time, if there are to be repercussions, then I

want... I think perhaps a day's adjournment will be in order while you

yourself.

He scarpered, went like a bat out of hell straight back to Italy. The

agitating for the follow -up.

We know exactly where he is, do we? Lawrence?

Sure, as soon as he got there, he checked in with the local police and...

Oh, where is it?

Vicenza.

Vicenza, sir. Oh, you know he'd do you. Good.

But you'll have to go and talk to him.

Italy? Well, both of us have.

What did Lawrence say when he checked him?

Well, he claimed he was off his head with shock.

He'll apologise in writing and the coroner can go ahead with a rubber

That's it then, isn't it?

Accident open and shut case.

Still wide open.

If we're lucky.

Lucky?

How long for, sir? Two weeks.

Two weeks?

Yes. After that, you'll get snarled up in red tape. Avoid it.

Well, here's all the bumps we've got.

So it's general inquiry, sir.

General and particular.

Take a look at the first name on the statement list.

My God.

Russell Clark, as ever was.

Director of the Selfwood Trust.

Yes, a sort of happiness club.

A load of rich neurotics from all over Europe and the States go there to get

straightened out.

Mrs Lawrence got straightened out with a metal spike.

Who's Russell Clarke?

Who's Russell?

He's the biggest bloody shyster on the books.

Arrogant with it.

We nailed him, though. That was 1985, wasn't it, Morse?

He got six years.

Should have been ten.

He ended up doing three after remission.

Fraud, sir.

He used to operate from a semi on the Oxford Bypass, taking widows for the

insurance.

Set up by his girlfriend, probably.

Maureen Dyson.

She's still with him.

Something else?

Only another name I recognise.

Significant?

Not obviously. Nicole Burgess, the opera singer. At least she was.

She had some sort of breakdown.

Opera singer?

You stay out of the byways, Morse. You're going straight for Clark.

How are you feeling now, Lewis?

Me? Okay, what do you mean?

I mean the heavy silence on the plane, intense concentration on the paperwork.

Well, sir, stuck out here for two weeks. And it's only a check -up. We haven't

got any muscle.

Doesn't merit it anyway. Looks pretty straightforward.

Nothing that involves Russell Clarke is straightforward, Lewis.

It is to your taste, I hope.

There's everything you need here.

Excellent choice, Dottore. Thank you.

It's a bit upmarket for visiting policemen, isn't it? Oh, the luxury is

justified since you will be here so short a time.

There's scarcely any work for you to do.

Now you will wish to unpack and, uh, what is the American phrase?

Freshen up.

My driver will wait and conduct you to my office.

Welcome again.

Judith?

Oh, darling, my magazine.

I've just seen them in the locker. At the single one. Listen.

Listen.

The two policemen from Oxford, they've arrived.

Now complete rest.

Doctor's ordered.

I had to promise him before he'd let me out of the hospital.

Judith. No, I mustn't be upset, not at all.

I told him, you don't know my husband.

He'd banish the clouds from the sky for me.

They'll be asking questions.

It's important that we don't contradict one another.

I wouldn't dream of contradicting you, darling.

I'll be back in time for your time.

You charm the English detectives, you make a statement, they'll check. It's

nothing. It's not nothing. It's another bloody distraction. What's a couple of

detectives compared with an audience? There hasn't been an audience for the

three years. I need you here.

Right.

Call Russell. He'll help.

The contestant lifts a finger. I must go. It's business, right?

If it's business, what does she think?

Tell her about the rent. Go on, tell her about that here.

Take the money so it's waiting for his expenses.

Bill's an expense.

It'll all be paid, Nicole.

Yes, if I ever work again. And stay off the shades long, because the last time

you... Rudy, you've got crap for a week!

You've spent much time here, then, sir.

Italy? Not enough.

And never here, precisely. We must take in the sight of it.

Why? Don't have time.

If anybody came, it'd be Morse.

Is that bad?

Well, it's a challenge.

He had me put inside in Oxford.

Oh, my God.

Look, I believe we shouldn't be seen together.

Sit down, Kenner.

I spoke to a lawyer. Morse has very limited powers.

He wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for me.

I fear I've become a liability.

No, you want me to fear you've become a liability.

It's possible to overwork that famous perception of yours.

It seems he's here to find your wife's murderer, but there isn't one, is there?

No.

Sure? Yes, but I've got to get out.

I can't concentrate. I'm shocked. I'm... I'm... bereaved.

Well, I'll move you to the chorus, Kenneth.

But you're still in the show.

Now, let me give you the documents, Inspector.

Transcripts of our records and the court proceedings.

There will be little else for you to examine, I'm afraid, because only a few

the original witnesses remain in the area. Well, I'll talk to them, the few

remain.

As you wish.

I understood that your investigation was merely a formality to confirm the

verdict of the Vicentian court. In theory, yes.

In fact, too, I believe.

I've conducted rigorous inquiry, as you'll discover.

Mr. Lawrence's curious behavior at the Oxford Inquest occurred after your

inquiry, which is why we're here. I have interviewed Mr.

Lawrence. He explained his nerves, the shock.

His curious behavior alters nothing.

I may come to agree with you, but in the meantime, well, I

like to apply my own methods.

By all means.

And please use all our facilities.

Until tomorrow.

It had been raining that afternoon, so the ground was already soft and

Then, there was more rain around midnight.

No luck with prints, then? No prints, but we're certain that Signora Lawrence

approached from this direction. She lost her path.

Here, she slipped, fell back, and was impaled on that spike, the bottom spike

that tree.

Curious arrangement, these spikes in the trees.

Curious. dangerous and ecologically unsound.

Footholds, sir.

Supposedly. They're climbing.

They were introduced, presumably, on Mr. Clark's instructions.

Yes.

He encourages his clients to climb trees as well as burn their possessions.

I'm sure Senior Clark will explain.

You're aware Mr. Clark served a prison sentence for fraud, Dottore? Of course.

What made you check on that?

I didn't check.

He told me. It's not a secret. He tells everyone.

He gives lectures at the university about his prison experience.

He even arranged a seminar at the invitation of the police.

He's a well -respected man in this community.

Do you respect him? Yes. Yes, I do.

In prison, he came to know himself, to forgive himself, and then to reconstruct

himself. Self, self, self. That's Clark, all right.

You're skeptical. So was I at the first.

I think when you come to meet him again.

Shall we go?

I had a coffee. I thought they were coming in.

So did I.

I think Morse fancies himself as a bit of a tactician. Like you?

There's a call.

It's the prima donna.

Manners, Maureen.

Balls, Russell.

Nicolau, good morning.

You seem to be investigating a different case, Chief Inspector.

The same case, a different angle.

I know nothing about angles. The evidence is clear. The evidence is

Sergeant Lewis and I spent most of last night going through it.

However...

We could find no statement from one of Mr. Clark's clients.

What was the name of it? Andreas Heller, sir. Went missing off of the bonfire?

Correct.

At first I thought Mr.

Heller's disappearance was significant.

But when all the evidence made me convinced that we are dealing here with

accident, it became irrelevant.

May I ask if the search for Mr.

Heller is continuing?

Officially, it is continuing.

Ah, Tommaso. No, no, viens.

My friend, Tommaso Serafia. He comes to collect me for the English class.

Chief Inspector Morse, Fashion Police.

Ah, the English policeman.

I'm delighted to meet you.

How do you do?

We should meet for dinner, for English conversation.

We practice, Claudia and I.

I doubt that that will be possible.

Our visitors have a full schedule.

Then at least let me show you around my collection.

I call it mine.

I'm curator of the bibliotheque in Verona.

Your visit will not be a work, I hope.

No policeman would dare to hope that, Signor Salafia, but it's a very tempting

invitation. Thank you.

I don't know why you need an English class, sir. You or Mr. Battisti. You

fine to me.

Sympathici. Non sono tanto simpatici quanto sembrano.

He's got a point, hasn't he, sir? What point?

It must seem like we're going off the brief.

We could have spoken to Clark this morning, got it over with. And fulfilled

Clark's expectations.

Check out the hotel fax, will you, Lewis?

Why?

Battisti's offered us the whole work.

We'll keep our distance from Battisti. We may be forced to show that he's

incompetent. He's rather too willing to believe the best of Clark.

Seminars for the police, indeed.

I'll pick up the car.

Is there something I want you to look at, Claudio?

Does it disturb you?

Yes, it does.

I think there's a connection here.

I might not make it, love.

Yeah, I'm disappointed in all.

Is he there? Put him on, will you?

Oh, he's gonna make me suffer over this, isn't he?

I burn the past.

Why not simply I burn the money?

I can afford to burn money this lot.

You've seen the testimonials in here.

Rock stars, politicians, billionaires.

This is Lawrence's book.

Miss Wilcox's jacket.

Her son's jacket's a delinquent's son.

Miss Burgess's shawl.

And what was Helen's contribution to the cleansing file?

A letter from his Italian girlfriend.

It was two -timing, apparently.

He read it aloud at the encounter session around the bonfire. Got very

all the statements.

Probably did a runner back to his wife and kids.

I suppose Clark spent his three years inside dreaming all this up.

I'd like to nail Clark for murder.

He's never been violent, has he?

Depends on what you mean.

He left a trail of ruined lives.

One of his victims committed suicide.

You admire the efficiency of our Italian colleagues, don't you, Lewis?

They've done pretty much what we'd have done.

Have you checked the numbering of these items?

No, sir.

Try it.

I think you'll find there's one missing.

Could have been a mistake, sir.

All that burnt stuff must have been hellish getting identification.

But there's one number missing.

implying that one more identifiable item was burned.

And why did they refuse your permission to cross -check the computer file?

I wasn't refused.

They're doing a computer backup. I'll get it in the next couple of days. I

wouldn't bank on that.

And what else was burned?

We ought to find out.

Did you mention a drink, Lewis?

Yeah.

Give us a drill again, will you, sir?

Una grappa di prosecco for me and una birra for you. Per favore.

Good evening, Chief Inspector.

I bet you never thought to hear Nicol Burgess sing again in public.

Do you recall from our discussions that you're a music lover?

It's Russell Clarke, by the way, in case you forgot.

I haven't forgotten.

They weren't discussions, they were interrogations.

She's been doing this recently, impromptu performances, hotels,

to rebuild her confidence. She came to me last year for help. She worked very

hard and came back this year to do a refresher course, and now she's flying

on her own.

I'll introduce you.

No.

Well, you will be talking to her and to me, of course.

When I'm ready.

I'll speak to you when I'm ready, Mr. Clark.

Sir?

I thought we'd breakfast out, Prescott Lewis.

This is the life, eh?

I'm all on the taxpayer.

What news from Oxford?

Lawrence's assistant's been talking.

Says Lawrence is cagey about some of his business.

Don't figure deals any less on.

Really?

Can you do big deals in books?

Certainly. First editions, rare books.

Well, he's making us a list of Lawrenson's business contacts.

We'll factor through this in the next couple of days.

Here, try one of these, Will.

They're excellent.

The cream is a local speciality. It goes down very well with cappuccino.

They've got a little bit of bacon.

I should apologise for leaving so peremptorily last night. I wanted

to think.

That's OK, sir.

I hung around for Miss Burgess's encore.

Prego, signor.

Potrebbe portarci della carne cotta, per favore?

Si, signor.

You listened to Verdi, Lewis?

Is that what it was?

Belting voice, anyway.

Yeah, yeah, she seems to have recovered.

Like Clark was taking the credit.

Balls for love.

Holiday reading, Lewis.

It's not a holiday, is it?

It's what made Lawrence dump it on the bonfire.

Thought I'd give it a go.

Might stop me getting bored.

Come in, Sergeant Burse.

It's good of you to wait.

Take some time to mortalise my wife in the mornings.

No bother.

I think Mrs.

Haynes is all right, Nancy. We were told she collapsed.

From the shock, yes.

Her blood pressure was affected rather seriously.

She had a stroke five years ago, and after one, there's always the fear of a

second. Well, I haven't come to raise anyone's blood pressure.

Just a few routine questions to keep the coroner happy.

Yes, I understand.

This perfect tape, sir, the one you threw in the fire, was it a radio

you said?

It was...

Woman's Hour, Sergeant.

An edition my wife missed at home. My wife's a fan of Woman's Hour, too.

But the tape, sir, you burnt it.

Why was that?

Look, do you mind if we continue this elsewhere?

Yeah, sure, if you like.

Oh, Judith.

This is Sergeant Murphy.

Billy, I have to rest, Sergeant.

Doctor's not doing well. That's all right, Mrs. Haynes. Well, we'll leave

make yourself comfortable.

I'll be back, but I'll go easy with you.

Oh, I'm sure you will. You have such a kind face.

But really, I've nothing to add to what I told Dottore Battisti in hospital.

Absolutely nothing.

I can't remember a single detail, except thinking just as I collapsed, my God,

that Mayor Lawrence nailed to a tree.

Crucified.

You mean you recognised her?

But I thought you'd never met.

Yes, we...

Did know the Lawrences.

Very slightly at Oxford.

I had an account at Kenneth's bookshop for a time.

In 1986, I accepted a professorship at Edinburgh.

My old university.

And, well, of course, we didn't see either of them again until... Quite a

for me to find May on the Encounter Group.

And for Judith.

That night.

You should have said so.

I tried to keep everything simple for my wife's sake.

Did Mrs. Lawrence recognize you when you met?

If she did, she didn't care to acknowledge me.

I suffer from severe depression, Sergeant. Have done since Judith became

The routine, I suppose.

Caring for Judith.

Shopping in the morning.

Nap after lunch.

Woman's hour.

A walk.

Tea.

bed. There had to be a change.

So you signed up with Russell Clarke's organisation?

Yes, I read an article in the Guardian.

I insisted that Judith come to Italy with me, but she couldn't face doing the

course, so she stayed in the hotel.

I burnt the tape, Sergeant, because it symbolised everything that was dragging

me down.

I'd sooner Judith didn't know.

You didn't burn anything else, did you, beside the tape?

No.

No, I didn't.

Why must I be subjected to this?

It's all over.

I've written to the coroner in Oxford telling him I'm satisfied my wife's

was an accident.

You mentioned threats in court, sir, and repercussions. I was understandably

upset. I didn't know what I was saying.

Your outburst began when the coroner referred to the work of the Selford

Really? And what do you read into that?

I take it your wife was being advised by the trust director, Mr. Russell Clark.

Did you approve?

Well, I neither approved nor disapproved.

She talked of clearing the garbage out of her mind. It was her decision.

Is he a friend of yours?

Clark? Why, how do you know him?

Except as a fellow member of the English -speaking community.

Look, I don't think I can help you any further, Chief Inspector.

Are you planning to leave, Mr. Lawrence?

In due course.

The house is beyond my means now.

The maid's income was never enormous, but it helped pay the rent.

Kenneth!

Your wife had great taste, which I am not renowned for, but what the hell?

take the lot.

We'll settle up tomorrow.

Introduce me.

Patty, Chief Inspector Morse.

Patty Wilcox from Glendale, California.

The great detective who likes to keep us all in suspense. I've seen you around

the hotel.

When are you going to talk to me?

I can't say, Mrs Wilcox. Make it cocktail time.

Suite 14, second floor.

Excuse me.

Hello, Maureen.

Mr Clark's assistant, I believe.

Well, Maureen, it must be six years.

Don't talk about the past, Maude. Why not? It's all we have in common.

If you don't want to talk, why am I driving you back?

Letter of two evils.

I couldn't stick with America another minute.

Yes, she does seem rather demanding.

Yeah, like the rest of us. The rest? Rich loonies. I thought you were doing

in the world of personal growth. You're listed as a coordinator.

Sounds like a step up from what was it in Oxford?

A shop assistant?

I was a qualified beautician.

Oh, yes, yes. And Russell took an interest in your older clients.

I was acquitted, wasn't I?

At the time, you said fair enough.

At the time, you were a girl.

I didn't expect you to wait for him.

Well, maybe I won't wait that much longer.

Do you still drink at the Crown, Morse?

Now and again.

Anyone there still remember me?

You're homesick, Maureen.

And you don't believe this health or trust nonsense?

Pays the rent.

Legally? Legally.

Anyone can put up a brass plate in a psycho business.

Listen, if you've come after Russell over May Lawrence, forget it.

He was in the villa when it happened with me and half a dozen domestics. I

How friend is he with Kenneth Lawrence?

Russell, everybody's friend.

Mr. Lawrence seems very anxious to remove all traces of the defeat.

Why? Maybe he found out about it.

Found out what?

I've got to go.

Found out what? Nothing.

You have these. I don't need them.

Come on, Maureen, you owe me a favour. I spoke out for you last time.

May Lawrence was having a fling with someone.

One of the men on the course. I don't know who.

How do you know this?

Her room was opposite that weedy little professor's.

The night before she died, I had to go and tell him to turn his radio down, or

his tape recorder, or whatever. We'd had complaints.

When I got up there, there was someone leaving May's room.

I didn't get a good look.

Have you told anyone else? Russell?

Batiste? Nope.

Thanks.

If there's anything I can do for you, within reason...

There is, as a matter of fact.

What?

This.

Chief Inspector Moores.

Yes, um... Miss Burgess.

I'd like to speak to you when you've recovered your print.

Pausing for lovely.

There's a lot about tearing the fabric of the soul.

That sounds like a motive for murder in itself.

Miss Burgess is waiting in her car.

She wants to talk to me alone, she says.

Alone? Yes, so why don't you take it easy? Do a little sightseeing.

Some maps and things.

Oh, hang on, sir.

I spoke to the Haynes this morning.

Turns out they knew the Lawrence was in Oxford years ago.

Really?

Well, good work, Lewis.

We'll talk about it later.

Sir?

When did you get these, sir?

Oh,

thanks.

Hello, Sergeant Lewis.

Sir, are you on duty?

Yes. May I help you?

Well, it's just... I put in a request to take another look at that forensic

material tomorrow.

Any chance I could bring that forward this afternoon?

That will be OK.

Any item in particular?

No, no, just general checking.

We must go, Doctor.

Let's go.

This is an unexpected pleasure, Miss Burgess.

You go on, if you like.

What do I call you?

More. Just more.

Really?

Is that what your wife calls you?

I'm not married.

Divorced? No.

White man.

I, uh...

I heard you sing last night.

Oh, how was I?

Back on form, would you say?

Do you know my form?

I have most of your recordings.

Oh, the palmy days when I made recordings.

You were superb.

Better than ever.

Well, then I suppose I have Russell to thank for all that.

Russell Clark?

There was no bullshit course, was there?

Expensive bullshit.

Thank you.

An excellent lunch and all this.

Ah, beware the great love affair with Italy.

Beware? Sorry.

I have this habit of blaming the country for the loudly choices that I've made.

But your life is here.

If you can call it a life.

Why do you stay?

Home is where the dead are.

Oh, I don't know.

It was romantic to begin with.

I had my first success in Verona. I was 24. I bought a house. I acquired a

husband. Went on singing.

And then came the well -publicized attack of stage fright, and, well, I

move.

I'd been worked over by most of the shrinks in Europe before I met Ruffalo.

How did you meet him?

Guido, my husband, brought him in when I was desperate.

I figured I'd got nothing to lose.

Except money.

Oh, no. Russell waived the fees in my case. He said I could pay him out of my

next recording.

How's that for confidence?

So, on the one hand, Mr. Clark is successful.

On the other hand, he... Pedals bullshit?

Yes, of course. I mean, climbing trees, for God's sake, to feel the pulse of

nature burning the past.

The abandoned period?

There's more abandoned than a game of Monopoly.

That's all the packaging.

The real point is...

He's been down there, in the pit.

He can describe it.

The humiliation, the despair.

And he owns up.

You won't get a shrink doing that.

And then he makes his client zone up.

He was showing me off last night, wasn't he?

To you?

I suspect so.

Let's walk.

a bit fed up, as a matter of fact.

Yeah, he's off on one of his things.

Opera singer.

So I think he's going to stretch it out.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, love, but I can't help it.

I mean, what has it got to do with May Lawrence?

Have you?

Yeah, I'm reading one of hers and all.

Pretty terrible.

Why have you brought me here?

It's somewhere I feel calm.

And there's a reason why I wanted to talk to you now.

I'm trying a comeback.

Someday. Verona again.

No publicity, and of course it could turn out to be the understudy's big

Sack the understudy.

I need a clear run.

Well, you have it.

I'm satisfied I've read your statement.

Then I'd better tell you what I left out.

The man who disappeared, Andreas Heller.

Yes, what about him?

I'm responsible.

I told him to go.

I told him that the rest of the course was no use to him. I'd done it myself

before, and I told him to go straight back to his wife and kids.

Well, why didn't you tell Dottore Battisti about this?

Because he'd already concluded that May's death was an accident.

I thought if he went after Andreas, his wife would find out about his

girlfriend.

And that's just what he wanted to avoid, poor man.

Is this important?

I don't think so.

Thank God.

Let's find some wine.

More.

This belongs to you?

The vineyard?

It's the remains of Guido's inheritance.

What we've lived on mainly since my feet dried up.

Your marriage... It's... Over?

Nearly.

I told you.

I took Guido on with the scenery.

The scenery is more reliable.

your husband makes his living?

Nothing is thoughted as a living.

He was brought up surrounded by beautiful things. Unfortunately, they

disappeared early on.

Now he dabbles.

Painting, calligraphy, design.

He is talented, but not diligent.

Sample the vintage.

I'm sorry, there's no why.

It doesn't matter.

I wanted to ask you, you burned a shawl, was it, in the bonfire?

Yes, my security blanket.

I used to shiver with dread before I'd go on stage and wrap myself up.

Russell convinced me I didn't need it.

Did you burn anything else?

No.

I think stupid burning things. At the time, it was exhilarating.

I'm sorry.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, coming here after all.

Nicole, are you all right?

Yeah.

But I've had enough.

You remember the letter, the one Andreas Heller read out and then dumped in the

bonfire? I think it was from May Lawrence.

These maps you gave me, they were hers.

Well, she made notes on them about places she'd visited.

It's the same handwriting on the burnt bit of letter that got in forensic.

I checked.

So Heller was May Lawrence's fling.

See?

It came up this morning. There wasn't time to tell you. Anything else?

Yeah. I had another look at the numbers in forensic.

They're okay now. They match the computer file.

There goes the evidence that an item was removed.

There's something else there.

Battisti's got a tail on Kenneth Lawrence.

They were watching him outside the bank.

Well done, Lewis. Come on.

Heller told the group the affair had gone on for a year.

He wanted to end it. He was giving May Lawrence a coded message.

Such a fuss about an affair, Chief Inspector.

How very British.

It's new evidence.

Of what, precisely?

Of murder?

I saw with my own eyes the unfortunate lady with a spike through the back of

neck. Use your imagination, Chief Inspector.

There are far easier and more reliable ways of killing.

I take it you've studied the pathologist or what?

It's evidence of an incomplete inquiry.

You question my professional integrity.

My sergeant went to the forensic laboratory today.

The file numbers have been altered since we last saw them.

This is important.

You have discovered the clerical error.

Bravo. You've never seen such a thing in all your years as a policeman in

Oxford. Of course I have.

But this is Italy.

It can't be a mistake. It must be a conspiracy.

Some aspects of the investigation remain unresolved.

To you, perhaps.

To you, who have nothing better to do than spend time prying into the lives of

innocent people. You can't rule out a connection between Heller and Clark. I

know Clark.

I know what he's capable of.

Your arrogance astounds me.

You pursue a private vendetta against Mr. Clark with no evidence, and you

me to assist you. You are to be kept informed about progress.

Yes, I did. And if you make any progress, please inform me.

He made her look a right bloody fool. Why didn't you go for him, sir? With

With what we know about him being after Lawrence.

Because we're not supposed to know.

If we show our hand now, the blinds will come down.

Absolutely.

We're nowhere near a tie -in with Clark.

Suppose that this is right, sir, and it was just an accident.

When will you recognise the undertone, Lewis?

There's something, an image.

A room in Oxford.

A note in an envelope.

A woman's body hanging in a doorway.

She promised to testify against Clark, but her nerve failed.

Under his persuasion, probably.

He's in this!

The arena, Louis.

Built by the Romans for their games.

Carnage and brutality.

Now it's an opera house.

I could almost believe in progress.

Yeah, but what are we doing in Verona?

You are going to visit the local police headquarters to check discreetly whether

Battisti stepped up his search for Andreas Heller.

Take the car.

Where will you be?

I have to talk to Nicole Burgess again.

I don't think she told me the whole truth yesterday.

See you later.

How much longer is this likely to go on, sir?

It's just like it do with getting the flight home Monday morning.

Any particular reason?

It's just... My lad's sports day.

He's got me down for the father's race. I've missed it the last two years, and I

promised him this time.

Did you think I'd be unsympathetic?

Well, it's not your sort of thing.

Well, I hope I recognise the value of keeping a promise.

I'll see what I can do. You should have told me.

I will.

Next time.

My greetings.

I hear you're welcome. Get out and take that with you.

You're back, Nick.

And you start for both of us. The bills will be paid. Don't get over

-optimistic. I haven't earned my fee yet. No, no. I should pay. Oh, really?

what exactly are you going to do for money?

I have my own fee. The Contessa was very generous. Well, don't tell me the price

of your body's gone up.

Well, don't tell me anything, Queda. Go on. Get out now. Leave.

Certainly.

The interview with the English police, it went well.

One policeman.

One decent, sensitive, intelligent man.

It's a long time since I met a man.

I've been too busy propping up a relic of the aristocracy.

Look, I've got things to do. Just go away. Okay.

Remember, I did some propping up, too.

Excuse me.

Very well, my darling.

I'll go and search for some comfort to leave you alone to sing.

From marital discord.

Sorry.

More questions?

I'm afraid so.

After the rehearsal?

Russell?

Russell!

Batiste had been to see me.

He wanted a specimen of May's handwriting.

It seems that Hela was her lover.

The last of a long line, Kenner.

You had no illusions about your wife. That's why you got rid of her stuff.

Well, I knew something.

This is different. I mean, Batiste was probing. I think he may even doubt this

was an accident.

Why, what have you said?

Well, nothing. But look, I want it to be clear that I am totally disconnected.

Just do what you've been told and keep your mouth shut.

Look, can't we postpone? I mean... No.

But I'm in no fit state.

Should have done one of my courses, Kenneth. I'd have got you fit.

Go home and wait.

Luis!

The white chap!

Go after him! It's Hela!

What else did you burn in the fire of the Carachina?

Nothing.

Please.

It was Guido's first declaration.

He was a fine arts student here in Verona when I made my debut.

He brought it to the stage door with a rose, with a kind of mock renaissance

thing, a scroll, illuminated vellum.

He'd written a poem about the virtues of a good woman.

It was beautiful calligraphy.

And a lie from beginning to end.

Did he know you meant to destroy it?

He'd made a few more, by the way.

Unfortunately, not for me.

Oh, it's all so pathetic.

Andreas and his puny little secret, Russell and his bloody rituals.

You know what he says?

It's no use denying fear.

You have to dare it in the faith, get bored with it, and then move on.

I thought I had moved on.

I'm sorry.

I mustn't cry. It plays havoc with the voice.

Excuse me.

Pierre Conti, booking manager.

That man you were chasing, he works out of a travel agency in Geneva. He is

called Louis Picard.

Yeah? What else do you know about him?

Nothing. I rarely see him. Today he comes in only because of a dispute about

seating.

I let myself get pregnant.

Big mistake.

Chiefing.

I thought he'd get used to the idea.

Which was naive of me because he put the flags out when I miscarried in New York

later on.

I got over the disappointment.

I made jokes about it.

Who needs a baby when they've got Guido?

Fine mother I'd make somewhere between Garmin and Tosca.

I meant to leave him, though.

Only then I started to seize up on stage and in six months' time I was back in

Italy with no career and nowhere else to go.

It's the lie you tell yourself that matters.

Russell again.

What was the lie you told yourself?

That I didn't care.

I did.

And I do.

Did you discuss this with the Encounter Group?

Um, Russell, some of it.

I didn't know all of it until I came out here this morning.

Why did you want to know about what else I burned?

It's bad news, isn't it?

Not necessarily.

If I asked you to hold back, please, just until after the performance.

Well, you'll come.

Anyway, I'll fix it.

I'd be delighted.

You didn't say.

How was I?

You were sublime.

Louis Picard?

From Geneva, sir.

Well, get on the phone to Battisti. Tell him emphatically he's been looking for

the wrong man.

You got anything, sir? From Miss Burgess.

A link with a missing forensic item, I suspect.

I'll tell you all about it this evening.

Car keys.

Ah, Chief Inspector Moores.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Meetings. Always meetings and discussions that lead nowhere.

Sounds like the police, Signore.

What can I do for you?

I thought, if it's convenient, I might take up your offer of a tour of the

library.

You've chosen the wrong morning when I can't possibly oblige. I'm sorry. If

you'd telephone first.

Don't apologise, please.

I'll make my own way round the collection.

Was there anything you particularly wanted to see?

Something perhaps in your own field, Signore.

You're listed in the catalogue as an authority on 16th century manuscripts.

There are, as you see, some very fine examples.

Yes, it's a new experience for me. What are the materials?

Parchment, ink?

Ink, yes.

Mixed by the artist himself.

Gold leaf, silver leaf.

on vellum of a rare quality.

And of a high value.

Yes, sir. They are priceless.

Now, you must excuse me.

Yes, of course, sir. Another time, perhaps.

You expect to return?

It's possible.

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno, Inspector.

Listen,

son, I've told you it's no good sulking, is it?

Just get your mother down.

Look, I'll break me neck to be there, all right?

Right.

Put your man back on, will you?

But, well, things are starting to get a bit more complicated now.

Yeah, I think we're going to have to.

Yeah?

Woman's Hour?

When was it?

Can you remember what it was called?

Chief Inspector, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Can I have you a drink?

No, thank you, Doc.

Got a couple of, um, out -of -the -way malt whiskeys?

No, no.

I'm a brandy man, my dog.

Seat.

There's a bit of a change from my last question -and -answer session.

What can I do for you?

I want to see your records.

I want the names of the clients you've registered since you started this

organization.

Oh. Well, I think you know that that counts as written evidence, which you're

not allowed to seek under the terms of your present investigation.

You have something to hide?

No, not at all, but the records are confidential, and I have to protect my

clients.

Well, I dare say all the information I need is in here, among the testimonials.

It's only a matter of isolating one particular millionaire.

What a powerful smell of money.

Do you envy the rich and famous? You wouldn't if you had my job.

Very few are happy.

What qualifications do you have for your job?

None, apart from experience, but the Thales are in no doubt about that from

beginning. The Thales?

Yes, my clients are known as...

becoming a true self is the measure of individual achievement.

Did Andrea Heller become a true self?

Andrea? Hardly. He didn't complete the course.

He didn't give me a true name, either.

He's called Louis Picard.

I found him this morning.

Oh, really?

Is that all you have to say?

When he's brought in, this case will be reopened.

Think of the consequences.

I suspect you're facing ruin, Mr. Clark.

Well, I have complete faith in the Tory Batista's judgment that Mrs. Lawrence's

death was a tragic accident. However, if I can be of any further assistance...

It wouldn't be betraying a confidence if we discussed an item of forensic

material, would it? After all, your clients have identified the objects they

threw into the cleansing fire.

There was one at the corner of something that looked like...

Well, a work of art.

Lettering.

Illuminated.

No, nothing of that description.

It's unattributed.

Unclaimed.

But it's there.

I am telling you that the air conditioning does not work. It is

I put it on maximum and what I get smells like a stagnant pond. Now can you

something, please?

Oh, hello.

Aren't you the sergeant?

Sergeant Lewis.

It's Mrs.

Wilcox, isn't it? Yeah, and it's about time you talked to me officially.

You know, you're generating a great deal of tension around here, you and the

great detective.

And I've got some explaining to do.

Explain it? Sure.

Now, I want to make it quite clear that when I burned my kid's jacket, I was not

symbolically burning the kid, only the relationship.

We have your statement, Mrs. Wilcox. We'll be in touch.

Do you like fun, Barton?

Fun? There's a group of us meets every night in the bar.

Brits, Americans, nights most end off. Why don't you join us?

Bring the great detective. He looks as if he could use a good time.

Well, we'll see what he says.

Well, how about breakfast right now? No, thanks, Sam.

I'm off to the shops.

It's Russell Clarke, Mrs. Haynes. May I have a word?

I'm sorry, you've... I'm not dressed yet. You've caught me in rather... Well,

that must look a perfect fright.

Not at all, Mrs. Haynes, but I do need a word with you.

My husband's not here.

I came specifically to see you.

I'll come straight to the point, Mrs. Haynes.

I have a crisis of conscience.

In the course of my work, I become privy to secret.

Secret? Your husband has a secret.

All secrets are safe with me, usually.

But your husband's secret involves the police.

Oh my God.

Where have you been, Lewis?

Took me an hour to find this.

Banish the clouds by May Lawrence. Are you becoming a devotee?

Have a look at the first page, sir.

Second paragraph down.

A laugh tinkled out gratingly, although the laugh went well enough with the pink

frilly blouse.

You appealed to her husband, the professor.

You'd banish the clouds from the sky for me, wouldn't you, darling, she said.

Judith Haynes.

May Lawrence put her in a book, made fun of her.

Published five years ago, the year Mrs Haynes had a stroke.

It was serialised last year on Woman's Hour.

My wife told me.

And recorded on the tape that Haynes threw into the fire.

Clark would have known about this.

Where does Nicole's burnt love letter tie in?

Why did Battisti pull that out of the forensic?

Think about the timing, Lewis.

Forget... clerical errors, Battisti knew we were coming.

He had plenty of time to act before we arrived.

There was his friend from the bibliotheca, Salafia, an authority on

manuscripts.

Rare books and manuscripts.

And Kenneth Lawrence deals in rare books.

And Clark looked very uncomfortable when I mentioned manuscripts.

What, you've talked to him now, like? Last night.

Oh, but he was here just now.

Tell them to get a move on in Oxford.

I want everything on Kenneth Lawrence's contacts barred.

And then cross -check them with the names of Clive's so -called clients.

For God's sake, where is he? The doctor! Get the doctor immediately!

Now! Urgency! I don't care! Get him! He's supposed to be available! What is

It's my wife.

Mrs Haynes!

Sergeant.

Such a kind face.

Hang on, love.

You'll be all right.

Kind.

Be kind to Alistair, won't you?

You did it for me.

Did what, Mrs Haynes?

A tragedy to have recovered so well and now this.

I thought she was going to make it.

You spoke to her? Nothing. No, she said nothing of any importance. She

said that Sergeant Lewis had a kind face.

I wish to speak to you, Chief Inspector, immediately in my office.

Talk to Mr. Haynes, Lewis, now.

Terrible, unnecessary death, Chief Inspector.

I agree. For which I hold you partly responsible.

You hold me responsible? Certainly.

Signora Ames was a frail, nervous woman.

I know.

Highly suggestible, easily intimidated. Exactly. And what has been more

intimidating than this atmosphere you have created around this inquiry?

Doubt, suspicions about the competence of my investigation.

I don't believe that's why she killed herself.

I should tell you, the ruffled clerk was seen in the hotel this morning.

Ah, the fantasy rises again.

Go home, Chief Inspector. Go home before you make a complete fool of yourself.

Pronto.

Grazie.

Luis Picard's been detained.

Join me. Observe the interview.

And satisfy yourself that this case is closed.

That's not the whole story, Pika. It is an affair.

I am satisfied, Chief Inspector.

I am far from satisfied.

You checked my credit card.

I bought petrol at 11 .55 that night and drove to the border.

May, she was still alive then.

I didn't kill her.

I loved her for a time.

Please, my wife, she must know.

Enough.

What was the deal begun?

What were your instructions from Clark?

How dare you abuse my courtesy?

You invited me to question him. About the accident.

You heard him. He had no connection.

That is the end of your inquiry. There's more. Much more. Why are you tailing

Kenneth Lauren?

I said that is the end.

When do you leave, Chief Inspector?

We were thought to be an ill -matched couple at Oxford.

Well, Oxford.

You seemed a pretty devoted couple to Mason.

The professor and the college typist.

Judith was considered to be ridiculous.

She wasn't.

She was exotic, fragile, sensitive.

Colourful.

You read this vicious book?

I've read enough.

Mrs Lawrence, she... She can't have been all that nice.

She was a terrible woman.

And an indifferent writer.

Too shallow by Oxford standards.

Of course, it circulated.

There were comments.

It was the most terrible strain for Judith.

I think, in a sense, she took refuge in her stroke.

Things were easier for her at Edinburgh.

I'm Miss Doxford.

Then there was the serial.

Last winter on Woman's Hour, May Lawrence was interviewed before the last

episode. She said these days she spent her summers in Vicenza and would be

joining a selfhood trust course.

So you made arrangements.

Yes.

Without telling Judith.

I wanted to show May what she'd done.

She didn't even notice me.

I played the tape over and over, loudly, in my room.

Nothing.

No response.

It won't have to come out about Judith, will it? How do you mean, sir?

Judith went to the villa that night because she discovered that May Lawrence

doing the cause, too.

She was afraid of what I might do.

I'm sure...

It was just an impulse.

Just one push.

Are you saying your wife murdered May Lawrence, sir?

Of course.

She thought you did it.

More. Perfect timing.

How about a goodbye kiss?

It's very funny, Maureen. Go away. I am.

America. That's my lift to the airport.

It's the least you could do after what I've done for her.

Why America?

Russell's got contacts.

They want to set up a branch of the trust there.

I'm supposed to coordinate the arrangement.

He thinks the responsibility will give me the excitement I'm missing.

He saw you and me together the other day.

Put the wind up him. Will it give you the excitement you're missing?

Who knows?

Maybe I'll see you in the crown one day.

Poor Judith.

I thought of cancelling, but then, as Russell would say, life goes on.

Right, Russell?

What am I doing here? I'm a recently bereaved man.

Well, you've made an effort to set aside your grief and bid a dignified farewell

to our host there.

Mingle.

By the time May Lawrence died, Peacock was filling his petrol tank in a garage.

Corroborated. He's out of the running.

This Lawrence business contact came through from Oxford.

One of the main hallies with a name in the Selfwood Trust Broker. Who is it?

A Herbert Farrows of Chicago art collector.

He wrote one of the testimonials.

Hardly matters now, does it?

We're chucking it in, then.

We've got no alternative. We've done what we came to do.

Anything else is solely Patinkin's concern, as he clearly pointed out.

We've got to nail Clark.

Why this sudden conversion, Lewis?

The way he destroyed Mrs Haynes.

Why did he do that?

Because he knew I was looking for a possible murderer.

He tried to provide one.

Whatever you and I know, I can't touch him.

Let's go and get a drink, Lewis.

Okay, it was an accident. So why did Lawrence go on about threats in court?

The threats didn't relate to his wife's death.

To the other thing, then. The thing Battisti's on.

Shall we go and eat instead? Wait a minute.

What's he doing here?

Who is he?

Guido. He's married to Nicole Burgess.

Sergeant!

Something told me you wouldn't be able to resist.

I know a guy who likes fun when I see one.

I'm not sure about the great detective, but we can maybe soften him up a little.

No, no, thanks, Mrs. Wilcox. We're just on our way. Why don't you go, Liz?

Have some fun.

Look to him. You can tell me all about it in the morning.

Where'll you be? You're off the lead, Sergeant.

It's very sad about Judith Haynes.

I guess I knew her, but she struck me as rather unstable.

It's very sad.

Excuse me.

I saw it.

I touched it. It glittered like the ones in the bibliotheca.

You shouldn't have gone on your own, sir.

Stop being a nursemaid, Lewis.

It wasn't one of them, then, Funtie.

They were at the party till it packed in.

Could have been worse, I suppose.

Not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but twill serve.

You what?

Romeo and Juliet.

I reckon it could have been a woman.

Only she wasn't there last night. Miss Burgess. And you were at her place.

Yes.

It could have been a woman.

Dottore, it's Chief Inspector Moore, so I'd like to talk to you.

Come in.

You have been injured.

Yes.

Sit down.

Interfering again, eh?

You have not put the police operation in jeopardy. I hope not, but this happened

in Greta Ventura's studio.

Oh, for God's sake, if you use a little common sense, it'll all fit.

Well, hello to my favorite cop. Who was the bow of the ball last night? Is he

leaving us, Mrs. Wilcox? The wagon's got a roll. We're heading for Rome,

stopping off in Verona for the performance.

Nicole will come back if she makes it.

Hey, why don't you come on over? We're all meeting up for a drink in a cafe on

the Via Piscaria.

No. Are you yet?

No. You said that last night, but you came, Sergeant. You are a fun person.

your serious colleagues first. Listen, there's time for me to convince you over

breakfast. No, thank you.

I'm expecting my, uh, serious colleague.

Bye, Sergeant.

Lawrence and Clark have been under observation since you've arrived.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because it was not connected with the accident, and therefore none of your

business.

Here, this is a specialist art magazine with an item about the private sale in

London of a Renaissance manuscript, the first of a pair.

Kenneth Lawrence was the unnamed dealer?

Well, where did he get it?

I don't know exactly.

It is still possible to discover such treasures by luck.

But it is certainly from this area. I am assured by my friend Tommaso that this

manuscript is the work of Liberale di Verona, one of our foremost artists.

It is magnificent.

And it is authenticated.

And the second manuscript?

Ah, the second one. A forgery, I suspect.

This is what I am looking for.

Guido Ventura.

Yes. We had not made that connection with the piece of vellum found in the

But why are they moving the forgery now? That doesn't make sense.

Because of this.

A leak they hadn't bargained for.

Great works of art cannot be exported without a government license.

So they smuggled out the genuine Liberale manuscript, and now their buyer

nervous. He wants the second part of the bargain quickly, so he is less likely

to question its authenticity.

A classic thing.

Come on, Lawrence.

The manuscript.

What manuscript?

Where is it? Who delivered to Mr. Herbert Farrar?

That name again. You know him. I know of him. You did this deal.

Where's the paper?

Clark set it up. How much money was involved?

Four million, five?

The day after the sale, a large sum of money was transferred from London to

bank in Victoria.

Your commission, was it? And something on account for the second manuscript.

Why are you holding me here?

You withdrew two -thirds of his money in cash on Thursday. A three -way cut, you

and your friends.

I need really cash. It's in the nature of my business.

What are the charges?

Who taught you this name and number technique?

Been drilled by Clark, have you?

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

Nothing.

The luggage is clean.

It must be somewhere.

The buyer's in place.

Oh, my God, of course, Maureen.

Maureen in America?

She really died.

She said she was going last night.

Supposing she didn't, she could be Carrie.

We'll check her movements.

Okay, then.

No, no, it's not okay.

I hate giving you chips.

Lawrence is a decoy. They knew we'd go for him. We've wasted time.

I can't detain Lawrence.

Well, let him go. He'll run to Clark.

I think I know where Clark will be anyway.

Verona.

You were right. She didn't leave until this morning.

She was detained in New York. First, again, nothing.

I suggest we round up the others.

Avanti.

I won't know till I'm on stage.

You're early.

I'm on duty.

Nicole, you must believe that it matters to me that everything goes well for

you, but there's something I have to know now.

Where were you last night?

I stayed over with the conductor and his wife. I didn't want to travel today.

It's Guido, isn't it? And that money.

I couldn't tell you, but he didn't... It isn't to do with May's deficit.

No.

No more questions.

So what do we do now?

I wish you good luck.

I usually get a kiss when people wish me luck.

The first time I saw you, you were kissing Maureen.

Under protest.

There'll be a champagne after it.

I'll make it.

You make it.

God's sake, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be on a plane back to

England. I came to warn you. They're on to us. I was arrested.

I dare you, idiot.

What? Go away.

You'll regret this, Inspector. I'm afraid you're going to look the biggest

on earth.

I'll take the risk.

You've let yourself become the man obsessed with destroying.

I have friends waiting for me. I take it we may go now.

Yes, yes, it would be a pity to disappoint your friends.

What's going on? I'm supposed to be taking my seat at the opera.

I am sorry, Senora Wilcox, but we have a problem here.

Explain the problem before the entire police force gets familiar with my

underwear. You don't have to say anything, Patty.

Don't be silly, Russell. They're the police.

You go from Rome to United States, right?

Yeah, that's right.

You're friendly with Maureen Dyson?

Sure, she's a nice, obliging kid.

You arranged to meet her in America?

I don't know about meet. She said she was going to come over and help me

Look, what is this?

These acquisitions you have kept at your hotel.

Yeah, in my room. Why?

Is it possible...

Someone could have entered your room last night. Yeah?

No, how would I know? I was partying all night with the sergeant.

A Liberale di Verona or an original Guido Ventura?

Faking to the end, Clark.

I wish to make clear that I knew nothing of this. I was threatened and coerced.

Ventura there threatened me when I tried to pull out. Said something terrible

would happen. So I went through with the ceremony. My wife died and I thought...

You thought they'd kill her to frighten you.

They said I was in it anyway.

That I was committed.

Now you, Clark.

Must be terrible to live with your level of distrust.

You know what I think? I think it's sexual inadequacy, isn't

it? You don't get a lot of success with women, do you?

You'll have a long time to reflect on that theory.

Well, the theories work most whether you like it or not. You wouldn't have heard

Nicole's voice again without them.

She'll need to see me, by the way. She needs reassurance before performances.

Let's see how she does without you.

See you in the morning.

Enjoy the opera.

There's still time for you to catch the late flight, Lewis.

Morning it did, sir. I didn't get an early call.

Any chance of us sitting there for me?

I wouldn't mind.

I hope Miss Burgess makes it.

How did you get on with her, sir?

Pretty well.

She spent the night at the conductor's house here in Verona.

So who hit you?

Maureen, who else?

Permesso, signora Berges, l 'ultima chiamata al palcoscenico.