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No!

Free him. And I offend thee.

All right, well done. Come on, try and
beat this.

What a charm.

Why don't you give Mr. Bailey back his
arm?

Hello,

Captain Skinner.

Mr. Bailey.

Pigs in bloody clover.

What happened?

It's gonna be a tick.

Now Alex put you playing I was locked in
my room.

Why might you have upset someone?

You thought about it, Lawrence?

Yeah, about open -heart surgery.

We've seen Alex.

Repentance, Lawrence. Repent what is
past. Avoid what is to come. Oh, thank

Brian.

Bugger off!

Quite possibly.

Afternoon, Guildford. Seen the Home
Secretary yet?

Come on.

Get a doctor. Fast!

She's here, Doctor.

Heart attack.

He's dead.

Not unexpected.

Not one of the beautiful people, Mr.
Cryer, though he tried.

He certainly tried.

What do you mean?

Cosmetic surgery.

Had a tattoo removed.

A heart.

And, uh, I think he said Diane.

Touching, don't you think?

Apart from that, I'm surprised he made
it past 50.

Two stone overweight and half of that is
liver.

Buried his veins and that's his kidneys.
Is this anything to do with the cause

of death?

Nope. But I'm interested in people,
Morse.

The character behind the cadaver.

What was he? A used car salesman.

Hardly.

Cause of death, massive coronary.

Massive. Sorry to lie to you.

I've been on to the prison.

We've sent some men down with Sergeant
Chief.

Perhaps prematurely now. It seems the
choir died of natural causes. No, no, no

more. Induced natural causes. Look.

There's a nasty cut at the back of the
head here.

The upper lip split, and a front tooth
come out. Voila.

Blood everywhere, doubtless.

Couldn't he have done that falling off?

Difficult to fall on your face and your
back simultaneously.

With sufficient force to break the skin
both times.

Somebody hit him.

Hard.

Either in the face, and he fell
backwards, or on the head, and he fell

We go directly to jail, Lewis.

Prior investments.

Doesn't ring any bells.

I doubt the case made the Daily Mirror.

They look like businessmen.

Made their money from luxury homes.

Developments for the elderly in France
and Spain.

Eighties entrepreneurs.

An example to us all. Until they got
caught.

Yeah. Went bust and took all their
investors with them.

Yeah. Bloody hell, I remember.

All right. All right. It was in the
Daily Mirror.

Small investors.

There's still millions.

What did they get?

Two years.

You can get that for shoplifting.

Pinstripe crime, Lewis.

Lies and lawyers.

You can stand there all day.

Look at it.

I don't like pridden.

Bring me out in a rash.

Guilty conscience.

Car park on the left. You'll be met
there.

Thank you.

Finally shouldn't upset you too much.

Finally low security.

Jewel in the Home Office crown.

They even give us a brochure.

Lady Governor.

Hilary Stephen.

Used to be Assistant Governor at
Holloway.

She intends finally to be a model for
prisons of the 21st century.

And she's an attractive woman.

Who is this Sergeant Cheetham?

On attachment.

One of these accelerated promotion
types.

You know, university and all that.

He'll be after your job, then.

Inspector Morse.

Delighted to meet you, sir.

Hi, Robbie.

This is DS Cheetham, sir.

What have you got?

Not a lot.

The wilderness dog had been trampling
about before we got down here.

Any of the other prisoners there, any of
them?

Well, it happened after they'd all
finished work for the day.

Free to wander all over the shop.

Well, there's not much point in talking
to them, sir.

You know, given who the deceased was, I
think the answer's more likely to be...

Interview the prisoners.

There's a good chap, all of them, Lewis.

No, I can't do more.

Uh...

Well, it was.

It is Detective Chief Inspector Morse.

Do tell him Charlie Bennett sends his
regards.

Well, next regard on occupant till
further notice.

Yeah. Right.

Come in.

Chief Inspector Morse, Sergeant Lewis.

Ah.

Your reputation precedes you, Chief
Inspector.

Is that good or bad?

It's promising.

How?

I've only got coffee, I'm afraid.

No, thank you. No, thanks. Please,
Laura.

I know you've got a job to do, but I'll
be quite honest with you. Your presence

here could be disruptive.

We are treating this as a murder
inquiry.

So I understand.

My policy is to avoid an oppressive
environment.

We try to foster a sense of
responsibility, to encourage self

Now, some of your officers may find it
hard to accept the degree of trust we

give our inmates here.

We respect that, but we have a job to
do.

And so do I.

I'd appreciate it if you and your
officers would remember that you are, to

large extent here, as my guests.

Sounds like you're locking us up.

We don't do that at Farley, not even to
policemen.

You've made up your mind that it is
murder, not manslaughter?

Cryer had a well -publicised heart
condition. Whoever beat him up would

likely result.

Possible, but circumstantial.

Your men didn't find anything in the
room.

Everything's been disturbed.

Oh, please, I've got no secrets from
Laura.

It's a pity your doctor didn't notice
that Cryer had been assaulted.

Well, if he'd been in a pathologist's
lab with a pathologist's time, he would

have.

Cryer's fellow swindlers reside here,
don't they? We try to think of them as

individuals and not label them by past
crimes.

Bailey and Thornton? Yes.

By the way, I should warn you about
Thornton. He's renounced the world.

Two days ago, the day of Cryer's death,
in fact.

He refused to see even his son can be
rather wearing.

Well, thank you for your time, Mrs.
Stevens.

There's something else, Chief Inspector,
to do with Bailey.

He's received a number of anonymous
letters threatening him.

Have you reported them, Mrs. Stevens?

No, I'm reporting them now.

He must be rather messing up your
routines with all this. What?

Routines? This place?

Of course we do as you please. It's too
bloody soft.

So if they don't sell the plant, you
don't think the price will move

appreciably? No, my last place, high
security.

You had everything there. Drugs, punch
-ups.

You ought to keep on your toes,
otherwise.

A sicko strung himself up in his shell
once. It was blue murder.

You never had any problems here?

Nope. Well, when the governor took over
first, there was a bit of a drug racket

going on.

We came down on it hard.

Cleaned things up, quick and hard.

Best things you ever done.

But ever since then, it's gone a bit...

Soft. Well, it is a prison, isn't it?

He was a crime.

Thompson!

Those letters were sent to Bailey.

This is his cell.

Perhaps they got crime by mistake.

No way.

Different ages, different build.

Same fraud.

Can we help you?

Push off, Guilford.

Balance sheets.

Company accounts.

Getting his hand in?

Yes.

In the tool.

You say Lawrence Cryer was already dead
when you found him?

Yes.

When did you last see him alive?

A little while before.

I'd been speaking to him in his room a
little while before.

What did you speak about?

Lawrence knew he was dying.

I'd asked him to reflect on what he'd
done, what we'd done.

Reflect?

I urged Lawrence to repent while he
still had time.

Hope to live, but be prepared to die.

That sounds a little old -fashioned, and
I'm sorry.

What did he say?

He said, bugger off.

And did you?

Then why did he go to Bailey's cell?

To ask him to repent?

What was Cryer doing in there?

We were all friends.

So what did you feel when you saw Cryer
was dead?

All.

I had warned him and he'd been called to
account with all his imperfections on

his head.

Is that all?

Lawrence Cryer was murdered.

You found him. You're a suspect.

Why don't you reflect on that?

What's all this about, then?

Now we've got time for one more number
before we go to the newsroom for the

request. And here it is.

Requested by Gina.

Exposed in from Headington.

It's Gina's fourth wedding anniversary
today.

Is it good one, Gina?

Time of Christ's death.

I keep a vote for a better alibi. I was
being told off, Inspector, by our good

governors.

Told off for what?

I had a little tangent.

Some fool, presumably one of the
Neanderthals, paid to look after me,

in my room.

Spiteful, don't you think?

Room? This is a very chic establishment,
Inspector.

The guests reside in rooms, not cells.

Would you say you were disliked here?

Never really thought about it.

And Cryer? Did anyone dislike him enough
to want to attack him? He was a sick

man, you know.

No threat to anyone anymore.

So why kill him?

That's your job, Inspector.

You've defrauded a lot of people of a
lot of money. Ah, the man speaks.

Over the past years, Lawrence and I have
made a lot of people a lot of money.

Then, we lost a few people a little
money.

Yes, ma 'am. And got hammered for it.

I don't call several hundred a few.

And Thornton?

Ah, how could I forget the life of
Brian?

You've had the pleasure of interviewing
him, have you?

Thornton was in with Cryer just before
he died.

What do you think that was about?

Extraordinary question.

I've no idea.

Perhaps he bored him to death with a
sermon.

You've been receiving threatening
letters.

Terrifying. You're not concerned?

I'm not a fat old man with a fatal heart
condition.

Is that supposed to be an expression of
sorrow?

You were in partnership for ten years.

As my old mum used to say, I get upset
about things you can't change.

By getting caught.

Quite.

Win some, get crucified for some.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Inspector,
we've got football practice.

I don't know which I'd find more
repellent, Thornton's nauseating remorse

Bailey's nauseating indifference.

It's quite mean, isn't it? They couldn't
do anything about being here at all.

Why should they be?

Only 12 months to serve.

It's butling for the Borgia's livers.

Sir, I think Mr Thornton would like a
word.

Inspector.

It's in the drawer beside Lawrence. I
found it lying there.

It's part of a syringe, sir.

Why didn't you give this to me before?

I've forgotten I picked it up. In panic,
confusion, it was in a pocket.

Anything else you've forgotten to tell
me, Mr Thornton?

No, what I'm telling you is the truth.

Sergeant Cheetham, please take Mr
Thornton inside and go through his cell

the Rothen God.

Where are we going?

I need to see Mrs. Stevens now.

But she's busy.

So am I.

But you can't.

Inspector, it's just that... Inspector!

Normally one waits after knocking. Mrs.
Stevens, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's all

right, Inspector.

I've got a dinner date tonight. No time
to go home and change.

I'm sorry if I startled you, but
normally I can call my office my own.

Come in, Sergeant Lewis.

It was found by Brian Thornton beside
Lawrence Cryer's body.

Justice. So far.

I've ordered a search of Thornton's
cell.

Room.

I trust you have no objection.

Would have been polite to ask me first.

We are here investigating a murder.

A murder which now seems to have a drug
connection.

You had a drug problem here when you
arrived.

We did, yes.

Not now.

You are sure of that?

Absolutely.

Enjoy your dinner, Mrs. Stevens.

This is an exclusive.

Cryer.

Cryer.

Photo opportunity.

I don't think she married Cryer for his
looks.

I don't think she's dressing herself out
of a widow's pension.

There's money floating about here, sir.

Real money.

Well, drawn a blank.

No trace of any substance in the serene,
enduring cry of the body.

We double -checked.

Cheated search found nothing.

So much for my elegant theory about a
drug conspiracy.

Please stand in court.

Thank you. Please be seated.

The hearing concerns the inquest... on
the death of Lawrence Alfred Cryer...

Who's that?

I don't know. A journalist?

Peter Thornton, son of Brian.

I saw his photo in the cuttings.

Interesting. I understand there's been
an application for an adjournment.

If it please, sir, we'd like to hold the
body of the deceased until we complete

the necessary inquiries.

Granted. This inquiry is adjourned to a
date to be picked.

Please stand and call.

Excuse

me.

I'm Emma Cryer. Chief Inspector Morse.

When are you going to release my
husband's body?

When we know why he died, Mrs. Grower.

Are you treating Larry Cryer's death as
suspicious, Inspector?

That's a police matter.

We'll be in touch, Mrs. Grower.

Sir,

I've been checking these letters to
Bailey.

You've ruined my life.

We'll get you when you come out, and so
on.

The interesting thing is, they're all
posted locally. We're talking about

-million pound crimes here, not poison
pen pal.

Even so, a lot of small investors lost a
lot... Relatively small amounts of

money.

Now, where's the real money gone?

Cryer Investments went bust.

They lost a lot, didn't they?

It's not really credible that company
directors of that sort didn't salt money

away over the years.

How do we know that?

Come on, Lewis.

Did Mrs. Cryer look poverty -stricken to
you?

People like that never really go
bankrupt.

Morning, Moss.

No, don't get up.

I hope I'm not... No, no, we're just
chatting, you know.

Yeah.

Oh, isn't it?

Oh, young Cheetham.

Your father was in the Navy, wasn't he?

Briefly, yes.

Yes, I know, son.

Oh, give him my regards, will you?

Oh, yes, sir.

It's making sense, yeah?

Possibly. Well, just in case it doesn't,
Morse, go gently at Farnley.

It's a special sort of place.

And what with all this flack about the
prison service, the Home Office don't

want a load of clod -upping coppers
trampling all over their prized

do they?

Yes, well, I must, um... Nice to see
you, Cheatham.

Don't let Morse teach you any bad
habits, will you?

Yes.

What does he mean, bad habits?

He proves my point, though.

Farming is a country club.

You knock on the front door, you get the
chief constable on your back.

Meanwhile, Bailey and Thornton are
sitting there waiting to collect their

millions.

How did they do it, then?

Salt away these millions?

How they did it isn't relevant, Lewis.

Offshore accounts, trust companies. How
do people usually salt money away?

Well, I don't know.

Here. Will Cryer's biography.

Rags to riches. Charming fairy tale.

Do you honestly think he lost his shirt
when one scheme blew up?

Well, if they're clever, how come they
got caught?

Spanish property market slumped. Well,
that's fraud, is it? No.

Look.

They raised five million pounds from
investors on a particular luxury

development scheme and claimed they were
putting in five million of their own

money and raising five million from the
banks.

When, in fact,

They raised the five mil, then borrowed
ten mil from the banks, and put in sweet

F .A. of their own.

Disproportionate risk for the investor,
disproportionate profit for Cryer & Co.

But the market slumped. Exactly.

The banks foreclosed.

Investors lost every penny.

The prospectus was a lie.

That's fraud.

Two years inside for our boys.

Well, of course, they claim to have lost
everything, hence no chance of

reparation. It's convenient, don't you
think?

Were all these investors from Spain?

Yeah, British expats, that's right.

Bailey is on that phone to his broker.

Thornton's got a direct line to the
Almighty.

I wish we could hear what they're saying
to each other.

Oh, I'm sure something could be
arranged, sir.

Right, Lewis, now that you understand...

Let's go and talk to the Merry Widow.

Hello, hello.

Be my guest.

That's great. Thanks very much, Mrs.
Cryer. Pleasure.

Good afternoon, Inspector.

Good afternoon.

I think you've got everything you need
from me, Paul.

Mrs. Cryer, it's been a pleasure.

I don't suppose we could have a few
words now, Inspector?

I don't suppose either.

Thank you, Paul.

Right, we'll be off.

Rob, yeah, if you could take that case,
please. The theory is if you give one

lot an exclusive, the others won't
bother you so much. A theory?

But who'd be dumb enough to trust the
press?

Won't you take a seat, Inspector?

Thanks a lot, Mrs Craig.

I'll tell upon you later.

Bye.

Apparently the public like their widows
in black.

Your husband's death didn't come as a
particular shock to you?

I've been campaigning for his release on
medical grounds.

I don't believe prison is the place for
a dying man, no matter what he's done.

Had you been married long, Mrs Crutt?

Ten years.

I was 21.

That's right, he was my sugar daddy and
I taught him how to use a knife and

fork.

Would you describe it as a particularly
close marriage?

Yes, I would.

And you're provided for in the will.

The house is in my name, and it's up for
sale.

It's mortgaged to the hilt.

The rest of our assets are all tied up
in the business. If I were a gold

inspector, I imagine I'd be rather
disappointed.

And you have no children?

I can't have them.

Is there anyone who might have had
agreements against him, personal or

People seem to be jealous of wealth.

I don't know.

You tell me. Why would anyone want to
kill a dying man?

For what he'd done.

For what he knew.

About what?

Your husband was hardly an angel.

I never said he was. That's why he was
in prison.

And now he's dead.

And I would like to bury his body.

So you can get on with your life.

Are you always so churlish, Inspector?

So that I can pay him the respect I owe
him.

Is there anything else?

Not for the moment, Mrs. Grail.

Do you envy the rich, Lewis?

I could always do with a bit more cash.

I don't think about it much.

She must have known what Cryo was up to
all along.

Now she's playing for compassion.

It would seem genuine to have something
going between them. From the photos, you

know.

Photos.

I wonder how much she's getting for her
exclusive.

Get back on to the prison.

I must have dug up the visitors list by
now. Find out who was visiting whom and

when.

What are you going to do?

Me?

I have some serious thinking to do,
Lewis.

How's it going, Robbie?

What are you doing with the lovely
Laura?

Nothing. What are you doing?

Solving the crime I did, Jack.

I'll, um, keep you appraised.

What, cheating?

Those investors and crime schemes.

How do you know they're all ex -pussies?

It was stated at the trial.

See you.

Who's that bloke?

Is he in charge of you?

Oh, no.

He's just a cadet.

I don't suppose you could do me a
printout of all those names, could you?

How much longer is this all going to go
on for?

It's not helping Mrs Stevens, you know.
It'll be over soon.

Could you just... please?

It is one thing to be tempted, another
thing to fall. I'm not denying that the

jury passing on the prisoner's life may
in the sworn twelve have a thiever too

guiltier than him they try.

What's open mate to justice?

That justice thieves.

What know the laws that thieves do pass
on thieves?

Good evening, sir.

Hope I'm not disturbing you. It couldn't
wait.

What's the problem? I've got
information.

It's fascinating stuff. Can I... Yeah,
yeah. Come in.

Ah, Schubert.

Lovely.

Do you want a beer or something?

No, thanks, sir.

Bailey's got a contact outside the
prison.

His name's Sherman.

He's feeding Bailey all his financial
information.

He's probably trading for him as well.

Excellent, Cheetham.

Excellent.

How did you get this?

I overheard it.

Got it addressed, too. Only six miles
from the prison.

What do you mean, you overheard it?

I listened in.

Haven't had a chance to listen to most
of it.

90 % obscene calls, I expect.

You tapped a phone?

Yeah, just to pay phones.

You said you wanted to hear what they
were saying.

Does that amount to a warrant from the
Home Secretary?

Uh -huh.

How did you get it?

Well, there's a big drugs operation
being run out of Reading.

I've got a mate on it.

They've got a warrant, so we just added
the numbers. Make it seem part of the

same case. You and your mate could be
thrown out for this. I don't want it.

sir to you, Sonny.

And if I see or hear a whisper of
anything more like this, you'll finish

career as a night watchman. Now get out.

Don't tell me you've never broken the
rules. Not like this.

I don't believe you, sir.

You get results.

I get results by using my brain. Not
with these people. You won't get near

They can see you coming, and you know
it.

Shall we go and see Sherman?

Hello, Val, it's Morse. Is Lewis there?

He's still at the station.

No, no, no, it doesn't matter.

Good night.

Yeah.

not be jeopardized by a higher jury.

The minister has noted that Great St.
Paul and Ingrid...

You talk to him. Redeem yourself.

Mr.

Roland Sherman.

Sergeant Cheetham and Chief Inspector
Morse.

What exactly is the relationship between
you and Alex Bailey?

I work for him.

We do on his behalf? No.

Research.

I collate information.

Really?

It's complicated.

We have lots of time.

I had a life company.

Study reports, balance sheet.

Look out undervalued assets as
investment possibilities.

And don't baby profit from this
research?

Not yet. When it gets out.

And you?

Will you profit?

I have enough money.

Do you, Prophet?

I get paid for my work.

How often do you go to the prison?

I don't. It freaks me out. Well, how do
you communicate with each other?

He sends a bike round a curry.

Who? I'm doing nothing wrong.

It's the prison officer, George, some
day.

George Newcombe. And what does George
get out of it? That'll be all for

Mr Sherman. You'll be most helpful.

You will keep our little chat entirely
to yourself, won't you? Yes.

Good. Beer, Lewis. I need a beer.

And I haven't got any money.

Sherman was lying, wasn't he?

No, no, he was telling the truth.

Well, he admitted he's working for him.
Surely that's the case. It doesn't

follow that he knows what Bailey's up
to.

Sherman's just a source of information.

Too much liberty, Cheetham.

Liberty plucks justice by the nose.

Ironic that it's so hard to pin down
people already locked away.

Look at this, sir.

Who's that with her?

Archer.

Prison doctor.

Inspector. I didn't know this was one of
your hordes.

It isn't. I was in the neighbourhood.

Let me introduce you.

Stephen Archer, Chief Inspector Morse.

Stephen's the prison doctor.

Oh, yes.

Your opinion was somewhat inaccurate in
the Cryer case, Doctor.

Incomplete rather than inaccurate.

Of course.

Mrs. Stephens, I wonder if I might have
a word.

David, would you mind? Can you get me
something to eat?

Would you know what was going on at
Farnley, Mr. Archer?

Oh, I'm just the doctor, Inspector. I
confine my attentions to medical

What do you know about syringes?

As I said, I am a doctor.

What's your problem, Maud?

The usual professional one.

Catching a killer.

What's yours?

Running a prison in trying
circumstances.

Did you know that one of your staff is
acting as Bailey's private courier?

George Newcombe.

Are you all right?

What does that matter?

What do you think the Home Office do
when a prisoner dies?

Send a note of congratulation. Thanks.
That's one less to deal with. There'll

an inquiry.

Which you'll be part of, Morse, and
whatever you dig up.

I don't know. You'd better believe it.

For those who don't like family, or
rather, for those who don't like the way

run family, it's too good an
opportunity.

Morning, sir.

On the razzle, were we?

On the what? Why are you so disgustingly
cheerful?

Cheating was wrong, sir.

Oh, that's why.

Those investors weren't all expatiates.

A good hundred live in England.

Six of them within 50 miles of Farnley.

So?

So it makes the threatening letters
relevant, doesn't it?

It's a connection.

It's a bloody remote connection.

Have you got a better one?

Yes, Roland Sherman, Bailey's pet
analyst.

Lives near the prison.

Feeds Bailey his financial information.

Someone called Sherman used to visit
Bailey twice a week.

Visit his log.

Popular man, Alex Bailey.

The only person that doesn't visit him
is his aunt.

This is good, Lewis.

Really good.

Why has Peter Thornton taken to visiting
Bailey all of a sudden?

Why was he lurking at Cryer's Inquest?

Let's go and talk to him. No, no, you
talk to him. I'll go and see Mrs Bailey.

Mrs. Bailey, my name is Morse, Chief
Inspector, Thames Valley CID.

I'm Mrs. Bailey.

Mrs. Alex Bailey?

Yes.

I'd like to talk to you about Lawrence
Cryer, Mrs. Bailey.

You knew him well?

Well enough.

I disliked him.

He and my first husband were in business
together at one time.

The only thing I've got to thank
Lawrence for is Alex.

I don't follow.

When my first husband died, Lawrence
called round to pay his respects.

Alex happened to be with him.

Do you believe in love at first sight,
Inspector?

No, you're not the type, are you?

Actually, I probably am.

I hope I am.

Cryer made a lot of enemies in his
career.

Are you aware of anyone in particular
recently?

I thought he was assaulted by one of his
fellow prisoners at Farnley.

What would I know about what goes on
there?

You don't visit your husband?

No.

It's, um... ...inconvenient.

We speak on the phone every day.

You don't know if your husband and
Laurence Cryer had quarrelled recently?

Alex owed his career to Laurence.

I may not have liked him, but he was
like a father to Alex.

And Alex repaid him with complete
loyalty.

Then does Bran Thornton share your
husband's loyalty?

Oh, God.

Does it never end?

I loathe that company and everything
associated with it. Brian Thornton?

At the trial, Alex and Lawrence argued
the same defence.

Brian Thornton didn't.

His son, Peter, persuaded him to plead
ignorance.

Well, it was nonsense, of course.

Thornton knew what he was doing.

And Lawrence could prove it.

Peter Thornton was very bitter about it
all.

Not very pleasant, I suppose, watching
your father cracking up, floundering.

So you'd say that Thornton is the one
with the grudge against Grant?

I don't think Brian Thornton's new
beliefs allow him to have grudges,

I'm not sure that extends to his son.

Before you leave, Inspector, perhaps
you'd let me give you something for

What? You've got a present out of it,
haven't you?

Don't ask.

What about Peter Thornton? I haven't got
a hold of it.

Neighbours say he's hardly ever in.

Crack the beginning to appear.

I don't think the unholy trinity liked
each other very much.

Let's talk to their loved ones, starting
with Emma Cryer.

Mr. Key, Thornton's gone peculiar.

Cryer's dying, so they all visit Bailey.

Why? What has he got?

He's got some threatening letters.

Lewis, will you shut up about those?

Look over there. A bloke from the Prim.

One always reckons he knows you.

Charlie Bennett.

Perhaps Mrs. Stevens left petty
criminals on the afternoon. He's not

a murderer.

He's doing life of bashing his wife's
head in.

Go after him. I'll try and run.

Inspector Morse, are you all right?

What the hell are you doing out here?
I'm allowed out. Didn't you know?

Thank you, Steve.

Thank you.

They haven't run out of milk, then?

No. Why should they?

When are you due for release?

Three weeks' time.

They've been letting me out like this
for a while.

On parole.

A few hours a day.

Practice.

I must have scared the life out of you.

It's of excitement.

16 years, all told.

They moved me to Farnley four months ago
at Easter.

That's what you're wondering, isn't it,
how long I've been inside?

First time I was out on my own, I lasted
ten minutes.

Had to go up an alley and throw up,
shaking like a leaf.

Felt like running back, saying, let me
back in, let me come home.

16 years.

You can become accustomed to a way of
life.

It's almost as if I don't mind anymore.

You don't mind what?

Being innocent.

I am innocent, Ross. I didn't kill my
wife.

Came back that night.

Tuesday the 4th of June.

Just like I told Sergeant Frampton 16
years ago.

She was lying on the sitting room floor,
her head covered in blood.

Not me.

It was a fair trial, Charlie.

Tell me something.

Why do policemen always call people like
me by their first names when they don't

believe them?

Everything's sorted, sir.

The governor's in Oxford herself,
apparently.

She's coming straight over here.

Have I got you in trouble, Moss?

It's my fault. I shouldn't have run.

There's no need for you to... No, but
there is.

I remember at the station.

They'd left me alone for a while. They'd
given me time to think things over.

You came in. I'd never seen you before.

You brought me a cup of tea.

Did I?

Well, somebody must have told me to. I'd
just been made sergeant.

You said, we've run out of milk.

Hope that's OK, Mr Bennet.

Play with me.

16 years.

Kind thought in a nasty world.

Sir?

I was pleased when I heard you were
heading the Cryer investigation.

I thought you'd be sensitive to what
we're trying to do at Farming. But

have a major crime to solve, Mrs
Stevens.

You won't solve it by chasing parole
prisoners around Oxford. It was a

I have apologised.

Your inquiry seems to have done nothing
but obstruct my work.

Why shouldn't I seek to have you
replaced? You'll replace me and you'll

about obstruction.

Most of my colleagues have a rather dim
view of your regime at Farnley.

I have a horror of the prison system. I
spend my working life sending people

into it, and I've never yet seen good
come out.

I agree with what you're trying to do at
Farnley, but... Then why obstruct me?

But your trust has been abused.

The liberties you allow are obstructing
my investigation.

There's been a murder.

I have to pursue the killer, regardless
of your experiment.

That is my duty.

And bugger the consequences.

Now, can we please go to Emma Cryer's?
You drive.

Chocolates? I've even got a running
errand for them now.

Is the Stevens okay? Perfect, Lewis.

Perfect.

I'm a bloody idiot, people.

Yeah? Hello?

Please. I want to speak to Mrs. Cryer.
It's not convenient.

Mrs. Cryer?

Better.

Look, it's really not convenient.

Last time we met, you were concerned as
to when we might release your husband's

body. I still am.

Did he know about this relationship?

Did you tell him before he died?

Don't be ridiculous.

This relationship is recent and private.

It would have been inconvenient
otherwise.

He was hardly likely to find out about
it in prison.

What exactly are you here for,
Inspector?

If you came to talk to Mrs. Cryer, I
imagine it might be easier if I left.

Please, sit down, Mr. Thorne.

You disliked Lawrence Cryer, didn't you?
You think he misled your father, don't

you?

Betrayed him.

I never knew much about the business.

I hardly knew Cryer. I hardly knew
anything at all. I just believed my own

father. Perhaps you'd like me to leave,
Inspector.

And what do you believe now?

Now I know a little more. And now you're
having a relationship with Mr. Cryer's

wife.

And he's conveniently died and left her
everything. That's practically the basis

for a charge.

Rubbish. You can inspect the will if you
like. There's nothing left of

everything. I'm interested in what's
been left out of the will. Why worry

what doesn't exist?

You visited Farnley Prison a few times,
haven't you, recently?

The 15th, the 17th, and the day Mr.
Cryer died, the 21st. I was visiting my

father. Who wouldn't talk to you?

No. And Mr. Bailey.

You also saw Mr.

Bailey with Mrs. Cryer. What, Harvey? We
were friends. So you were a friend of

Bailey, but hardly knew Lawrence Cryer,
with whom your father had worked for ten

years or more.

What did you talk to your friend Bailey
about? I don't remember.

Money. What money?

And to your father, did you talk to him
about money? He's seen God. He'd give it

all away.

And that would be a problem?

It's academic. He's got nothing to give
away.

Inspector, if you persist in not talking
to me, I believe I have every right in

asking you to leave.

If you don't, I shall call the police.

What does she want from you, Peter?

You were pushing it a bit there, sir.

Pushing it? With that pair of hyenas?

We've got no evidence at all about this
money.

What other explanation is there?

All right, all right, don't tell me.

Follow it up if you must.

I've got a list of the investors who
live locally.

I'm not chauffeuring you round
Oxfordshire while you interview

pensioners.

My car's at the date.

You still agree with Cheetham, then?

Secret bank account and all that?

Why else are they clapping around each
other like some wicked sabbath? They

smell money.

By the way, any agreement I have with
Cheetham is entirely coincidental.

He's an ambitious chancer.

Just wants to crack a big case.

We'll be after your job if we do.

We'll be after Strange's job if we do.

He'll only be able to authorise his own
phone taps.

Right, off you go, Liz.

Give these to Bailey, will you?

I'll see you at Farnley later.

Where are you off to?

I've got to do some legwork for Chief
Superintendent Cheetham.

Afternoon.

Keeping fit?

I was just passing. I thought I'd see
how you were.

There's one thing puzzled me.

You said you'd never been to the prison,
but you used to go quite often, didn't

you? I said I don't anymore.

Every time I had to screw myself up to
go.

I got too much, honestly.

Right.

You think I should try this?

Lose a bit of... Yes, you should. I
think you should.

Well, maybe not right now. What about a
cup of tea?

Good afternoon.

Sergeant Lewis, 10th Farming CID.

You come about the dog?

No. Hang on a minute.

It's all right. I'm going to get him
done.

Neutralised. Oh, he's got a lovely
nature.

Are you Dave Medcock?

No, I'm his brother, Andy.

Look, you can't be serious about that.

Bill, will you shut up?

Where is your brother?

He's, er, broad.

Ah. I wanted to talk to him about Cryer
Investments. Larry Cryer. Larry Cryer?

Well, don't mention that name to Dave.

Why not?

Well, Larry Cryer lost about 15 grams
worth of Dave's money. Dave wants to

his legs.

Oh, you're not late.

Cryer's dead.

Where about the board is the day
exactly?

Well, it's not that far.

On the white.

Maximum security.

Well, thanks very much, Mr Metcalf. I'll
send someone round about the dog.

Bill!

Sharon! The dog's locked me out!

Bill!

Had a bit of a clean -up?

Yes.

So I was a little nervous about the tea,
to be honest.

Tell me, if I wanted to hide money, a
lot of money, how would I

do it?

You'd send it abroad.

Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Cayman
Islands, Bahamas.

Simple as that.

It used to be easier.

Now, by law, even the Swiss bank needs
to know the identity of the accountant.

If the money's dead, well, it's no
thanks.

You know, there are billions.

Billions lying unclaimed in Swiss
accounts.

Either the owners don't collect or
they're dead.

Look.

Please.

Your boss has money stashed away, hasn't
he?

I don't know anything about that. Oh,
surely you do.

No, I do not.

I don't do business for Bailey. I don't
know about his business. I'm not even

interested. Come on. He funds your work.

My work is theoretical.

I analyze numbers. I look at balance
sheets. I don't deal with people.

I don't know what Bailey does.

And I don't care about money.

Isn't all this about money? I told you,
it's theoretical.

But you could make money from it.

You personally, if you want to. But I
don't want. I have enough.

This is just numbers. It's something I
do well. I'm not interested in

the results.

Is that why you live like this?

A recluse?

People confuse me. I stay away.

Why don't you stay away from Bailey?

He lets me do what I'm good at.

Well, these were taken when we first
went to Spain.

Yeah, it's very nice, but...

Why did he put money into Cryer
Investments?

Friends of ours told us about it.

They'd done it before and done very well
out of it, actually.

Of course, Jeff didn't like the idea.

Lemonade. Thanks.

Jeff's your husband?

My stepson.

My husband passed away.

This is Jeff's house.

Thanks to him, I've got a roof over my
head.

So you lost everything because of Cryer
Investments?

Everybody did, I thought.

The property market collapsed.

The directors were convicted of fraud.

I don't really understand these things.

I knew it was a gamble when we did it.

As always, a catch, whatever people say.

Que sera, sera.

Hello, Sergeant. What are you doing
here?

Do you boys know each other?

Yes, we do.

I hadn't realised your family lost money
because of Christ.

Why couldn't you?

There went about 2 ,000 others.

It couldn't be helped.

Yeah. I'd have murdered that bastard.

Going back to the prison?

Yeah.

Good. Give me a lift.

Bad luck, Doc.

That's three in a row.

Fancy another one?

Oh, no, thank you. I think one heart
attack in a week is enough, don't you?

Ah, Inspector Morse.

Fancy again?

No, thanks. I detest physical exercise.

Do you?

Then you'll die, Morse.

Won't you, Doc?

Exercise, Morse.

Could I have a word?

Come on down.

You want to promise?

For Alex Bailey.

I wouldn't raise his sympathy.

From his wife.

I hear you apprehended a dangerous felon
today, Morse.

Single -handed.

That's right.

Interesting, all this concern for my
health.

Your friend Sherman offered to let me
have a go with this. Skipping rope.

So?

I know what he's doing for you.

Nothing wrong with it?

It cost George Newcombe his job.

He broke the rules. He got caught.

Tough.

And then I spoke to your wife. You keep
away from her.

She's not well. She has nothing to do
with this.

She had such interesting things to say
about Brian and Peter Thornton.

Their feelings for Cryer.

We couldn't find Peter Thornton. We went
to Emma Cryer.

We found them both.

They were washing their hair together.

We also found that they'd been seeing
quite a lot of you, Mr Bailey. What was

that about?

Discussing your hidden money?

Is Brian Thornton being uncooperative?

Is Peter the only way to get to him?

You're struggling, Morse.

There is no money.

Can't you believe that?

Why has my wife locked herself in a
flat?

Why am I working my balls off?

So that when I come out, I'm ready.

Ready to make another fortune.

Because there isn't one waiting for me.

Oh, sod off, Morse.

Waste someone else's time.

What's the score, sir?

What do you want?

I want to work with you, Alex.

Of course you do. Everyone does.

We have to resolve all this.

But now is not the time.

Morse is around.

I pity you, Alex.

Repent what has passed.

You just remember what's to come, Brian.

And in the meantime, keep faith and your
mouth shut.

I pray for you.

That's the idea. I mean it.

Good.

I thought I'd answered that question,
Inspector.

Look, would you mind getting out of my
way, please?

At the trial, you claimed you'd been
misled by Cryer and Bailey, and they'd

duped you.

No excuse for my past, nor do I seek
excuses. I'm fully reconciled to my

punishment. And what about your son,
Peter?

How does he feel?

You refused to see him when he lost
count of visits.

Please, I'm busy. I've got a job to do.

He's having an affair with Mrs. Cryer,
you know that?

Rubbish. Don't talk rubbish to me. It's
true.

Is that why you refused to see him?

Is that why you refused to see her when
she tried to talk to you?

You're lying. You're tormenting me.

I can resist your torments.

Mr Thornton, will you please stand still
and talk to us?

The priors were sinners. I couldn't save
him.

Then surely you should talk to your son.

Yes, I will. I must talk to him. Why did
you refuse before?

I don't remember.

Try harder.

Casing a madman round a greenhouse,
Bennett.

What a waste of time.

Good policeman he's more.

What do they want from you, Brian?

Money? I don't know what you're talking
about. I want to be left alone.

Money?

I've done evil, evil things, and now I'm
suffering. And through that suffering,

I'll be redeemed.

So much crime and suffering around here,
Mr. Thornton. I count the days.

There's still another hole here. I can't
breathe in here. I can't cope with

these people. What do they want, sir?

Money you've hidden?

Why do they need you?

I don't remember.

What is your son want?

The same as you. He asked the same
questions. I don't know. I don't

Why must I be tormented like this? I
can't bear it! I can't!

It's pathetically simple. If they don't
say anything, I can't prove anything.

There is something funny going on here,
sir.

Funny, maybe.

The only legal thing so far is your
phone tap.

I've been following up on those local
investors, sir, and there's something of

moral to this, I'm afraid.

Choir practice.

I knew about the beer. I didn't know
about it.

It's just an excuse for more beer. I
don't think so.

Nearly made me cry.

Thank you.

We have been better.

It was beautiful.

Why have you come?

Shall we walk?

Four weeks ago, three syringes were
stolen from the prison dispensary.

Two weeks ago, Lawrence Cryer told
Stephen Archer that he thought someone

stealing the tablets he took from his
heart. Is there meant to be a

I don't know.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

One of those syringes was found beside
Cryer's body.

It's directly relevant.

Why didn't you tell me? Calm down,
Morse. Calm down? I'm perfectly calm.

afraid the phone is closed.

It's better I didn't... Is this your
lady friend?

How charming. How do you do? Mrs. Hilary
Stephens, the governor of Farnley

Prison.

Farnley Prison. My word.

Keeps custodians of custodians. That's
what I say, Mrs. Stephens.

Well,

better run.

God bless.

What was that all about?

Who will guard the guards themselves?

He says that to me every time we meet.

This is the first time it's actually
been emphasized.

We were talking about something else.

When the syringes disappeared from the
dispensary, I assumed it was drug

-related. Well, I had to.

But three syringes wouldn't last
forever.

The full search would have destroyed the
inmates' trust.

We spent months.

Building it up.

So, instead, I set up a concealed camera
in the dispensary.

Nothing happened.

There was no repeat.

And then Cryer died.

I still can't understand why you didn't
tell me at the time.

Because I wished to protect my work.

If what I'm attempting at Farnley is
shown not to work, then our prisons will

stay in the 19th century for another,
what, 20 years?

You exaggerate, surely.

Why should I?

You say my system's being abused.

Well, the implication is that I'm
bundling it.

Yet the fact is your investigation has
only uncovered one instance of

malpractice. George Newcombe. We've
dealt with him.

I think you're only blaming the way I
run my prison because you can't come up

with any other explanation for Cryer's
death.

That is entirely possible.

To tell you some truth, I don't know
what's going on at all.

Worse, I don't care about Cryer's death.
I don't care about his crimes.

One bunch of unscrupulous charlatans
ripping off another bunch of credulous

speculators.

That's a definition of capitalism, isn't
it?

Certainly doesn't get my adrenaline
flowing.

And now I've told you about the
syringes.

Will it go in my report?

Yeah. No trace of anything was found in
the syringe or in Cryer.

If they prove not to be relevant,
there's no reason for me to mention

Thank you.

My report may be somewhat thin.

The only credible theory so far is that
Cryer did just...

Die of a heart attack.

I may have been wasting your time.

How else would I have heard you sing?

Me and 30 others.

You mentioned beer earlier.

I don't suppose you... Thought you'd
never ask.

We were both wrong. Alex Bailey
collapsed half an hour ago.

He's been taken to hospital critically
ill.

They think he's been poisoned.

Just taking the mask off now, Mr Bailey.
Just relax.

That's fine.

You're doing fine.

It's not exactly beer, I'm afraid.

Mind you, it's not exactly coffee.

Thank you, anyway.

Sergeant Cheetham's already at the
prison. We've put Brian Thornton into

protective custody.

So you think Ryan could be in... A

bit odd, that.

She didn't want to come out, not at
first.

Agoraphobia, Lewis.

The fear of open spaces.

And policemen.

You're lucky they found him so quickly,
Mr Stephen.

This is his wife, Mrs Bailey.

What's wrong?

He didn't have a heart condition, did
he? What?

The emergency blood test was very high
levels of digoxin, used by people with

serious heart complaints.

He had four times the recommended dose
inside him.

He's lucky to be alive.

You can see your numbs, Bailey.

Lawrence Cryer's tablets.

Why didn't you tell me he was in danger?

I didn't know he was.

Who did this to him?

I think it's about money.

Large amounts of money were deposited
abroad when Cryer Investments was

flourishing.

Do you know anything about this?

We lost everything.

I wish there was some money.

I certainly don't know anything about
it.

Annie, I'm so sorry. This is terribly
horrible.

You'll be fine.

Do you want these people here?

I think you should leave.

Is it all right if I stay?

How did you know about this?

I had a phone call. I assumed it was
from one of your men.

Why would we do that? We were told Alex
was dying.

Frightened you might lose out.

Inspector.

Start off.

Excuse me, sir.

I found another syringe.

Where? You're not going to believe this.

That's quite possible.

Thornton's locker, with all his
gardening kit.

Plus the rest of the first syringe.

You didn't put it there yourself.

All right. All right, I'm sorry.

Well, get it photographed and send off
to the labs. All done, sir.

The third syringe. Any sign of it?
Third?

No,

sir.

And Thornton?

In one of the education rooms. Two
bobbies sitting on him.

All right.

Lewis!

Did Emma Cryer turn up at Osbury?

What? Yes.

Yes, she did. Uh -huh.

Just a bit of experimental psychology.

I believe you murdered Lawrence Cryer
and attempted to murder Alex Bailey.

No. You knew about Cryer's heart
condition.

You had access to the tablets he took
for that condition. You used those

to poison Alex Bailey.

You claim you found a piece of syringe
beside Cryer's body.

The remainder of that syringe and the
second syringe have been found amongst

your possessions.

You know all about the money your
partnership had hidden abroad.

With Cryer and Bailey out of the way,
that money devolves to you. In short...

Mr. Thornton, beauty.

Many bore false witness against them,
but their witness together would not

agree. Oh, spare me. Your identification
with Christ is pathetic.

I'm true to my faith. Your faith comes
from a dictionary of quotations. It's

charade. I need my God.

Yes, well, you may just find your God
has forsaken you.

When you finish this sentence, you're
going to walk... straight into another

years of it. Years, not months, and not
in this holiday camp.

I did not kill anyone.

We know about the money.

Emma Cryer and your own son were trying
to get it out of you, weren't they?

I deny any part in these murders.

You had the means and the motive, and
you have no defense at all.

I would not have done it.

We're in no particular hurry, Mr
Thornton, and I'm tired.

Sergeant Lewis, will we commence at 9 a
.m.? Right.

I would not do it. They have to be
alive.

Have to be alive?

Are the numbers to work?

What numbers, Mr Thornton?

Fifteen years is a long time.

My number's 14 -11 -56. I don't know
Alex's nor Lauren's. There's no good

without theirs.

The number's for a bank account.

Where? I don't know.

Fifteen years, Brian.

Liechtenstein.

Banca Centrale.

I want to give the money back to make
amends. I'd swear it, but they wouldn't

agree.

You have to have all three numbers.

I'd never have tried to kill them. It
doesn't make sense.

If you wanted to give the money back,
why didn't you just tell us?

I didn't know what would happen.

I can't stand it in here. I don't
deserve any more punishment.

Mr. Thornton, you're a liar.

you will be charged with the murder of
Lawrence Cryer and the attempted murder

of Alex Bailey.

Thornton needs Bailey's and Cryer's
numbers to get the money. Why try to

them off?

How do you know he doesn't already know
the numbers?

You going home?

Not worth it.

I think I'll go for a walk and then go
into the station.

Right. I'm off to St. Kittler. I'll see
you later.

The number is 14 -11 -56.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, literally.

Great.

Mm -hmm.

How's Victor Bailey?

Recovering.

Do you know what happened?

We think so.

Not much longer to go now.

Less than three weeks.

Any plans?

Plans.

I always imagined I'd leave here with my
name cleared.

I can hardly go back to teaching.

Sixteen years.

Poor old Guilford.

Never understood that name, Guilford.

It's a good joke, Guilford.

One of Mr Bailey's, in fact.

Charlie Bennett, the Guilford one.

Do you get it, Moss?

16 years for a crime you didn't commit.
It's some joke.

Mr Bailey likes a joke. Yeah.

Is there something you want to tell me?

Something you didn't think about at the
time.

It's too late now.

Suppose you found something.

What would it matter?

I've done my time, it's over. What's the
point?

The point is we know the truth.

I mean, you'd know.

I already do.

I know, and the man who murdered my wife
knows.

What happened to him?

Harold Manners.

Harold Manners went away.

Far away?

Not far at all.

Morse! Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

What for?

Well, allow yourself a moment of self
-satisfaction. Young Cheetham's just

me.

I shall take great personal pleasure in
phoning the serious fraud boys and

pointing them in the right direction.

Which is?

You are working on this case, are you?

Lichtenstein, seven million pounds.

Cheat on Trusted, did he?

Yes, sir.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Yes, we should get it back.

Bloody well done, both of you.

It'll be a feather in your cap.

Thank you, sir.

You'll be on to the DPP about Thornton,
will you?

I'm waiting on Forensic.

He's not going anywhere, is he?

Is that the file?

No, no, this is something else entirely.

Charlie Bennett.

Wife murderer at Farnley.

Oh, yes.

Um, physics teacher or something, I
remember.

No, I don't think it was physics.

He's due out in three weeks.

Still claims he didn't do it. Didn't do
it?

They found him bricking and covered in
blood, as I recall.

There are some questionable aspects when
you look at it now.

Oh, it's a bit late to bother now, isn't
it?

It was Frampton who nicked him, mind
you.

Who? D .I. Frampton.

Currently doing five years for
corruption.

He used to be a real high -flyer,
Cheetham.

Seven million quid.

My word. It's almost worth doing 18
months for that sort of cash.

Tim, in forensic, please.

Thanks, I'll hold.

Go on. Tim?

Have you got anything on that finally,
you duff?

It's hot.

Sir?

There's traces of poison.

It was in those chocolates Bailey's wife
sent for him.

So, do you want to arrest her?

No. But we found a syringe in Thornton's
locker. He did it with that.

Yes, but I gave the chocolates to Harris
to give to Bailey.

Harris? The warden.

All those threatening letters were
printed on a machine identical to the

Mrs. Stephen's office.

Harris is friendly with her secretary,
Laura.

And his stepmother lost her home and all
her savings because of crier

investments.

Yes, I wrote the letters.

I didn't kill anyone.

And where did you type them?

I typed them. What does it matter where?
Where? I didn't kill anyone.

Where?

Laura.

She typed them.

I made it.

What a mess.

I just wanted to put the wind up.

Not kill him.

And what about Cryer?

I didn't kill no one. You understand? No
one. Not him.

And Bailey?

I think he's a total bastard, but I
didn't touch him.

Run this prison like it's his office.
Everyone gets the blame except him. Me.

Poor bloody George Newcombe.

His hippie pal.

Guildford.

And now Lola.

God.

What a mess.

And what about the chocolates?

I didn't touch the chocolates.

Bailey's hippie pal.

Sherman? Roland Sherman?

Yes, that's right.

How do you know him?

I stopped Charlie Bennett trying to
knock his teeth out.

When?

When?

Two, three months ago, Easter time it
was.

What happened?

Bennett went ape.

Went for Sherman.

Bennett may be a dope, but he's got a
wild temper.

Come on, Lewis.

What? Strange was wrong.

Bennett didn't teach physics.

Well, just find out where he is and hold
on to him if you do.

Right, sir. And keep trying the phone.

I don't understand.

There, look.

Roland Sherman, Harold Manners. It's the
same person.

German's a crossword, freak Lewis.

It's an anagram.

So what's all this about physics?

Bennett didn't teach physics, he taught
chemistry.

Drugs, Lewis!

He knows about drugs, the job's in.

Okay.

I've meant to make my getaway.

The perfect crime.

I've just lost track of time.

Do you know who he is?

Roland Sherman.

Harold Manners.

Did he confess before he died?

Why should he?

He knew he'd killed her, so did I.

I think he knew why I'd come.

He opened the door to me, carrying one
of his eternal newspapers.

He walked into his computer room. I
followed close behind.

As he turned, I struck him in the chest.

I emptied this into him.

Why did he kill your wife?

The root of all evil, Morse. Money.

Sherman always had a thing about money,
stocks and shares, fiddling.

My wife had money, a legacy.

When she told him she wouldn't back one
of his schemes, he flipped.

He smashed her skull in.

And then at Easter, you saw him at
Foundry?

In the entrance to the prison.

He pretended not to recognise me.

The man who had ruined my life.

Such a rage took hold of me, Morse.

Why did you want to kill Bailey?

I told Bailey who Sherman was, what he
had done. He didn't believe me.

Then I knew if I was going to kill
Sherman and escape, Bailey had to die

And he laughed at me, Morse.

Mocked even the fact that I was
innocent.

He made a joke of it.

And cry it.

I didn't mean to kill him.

But you did.

It was an accident.

It surprised me, and Bailey fell before
it.

What do you feel now, Charlie?

That I've achieved justice for myself.

Prison has unjustly been one third of my
life.

Why shouldn't it justly be the rest?

Bainey locked at him.

Not much of a motive for murder, isn't
it?

Imagine, Lewis, 16 years for a crime you
didn't commit.

Someone laughs at you, mocks you, gives
you a funny name.

Took away Bennett's dignity.

What about the Thorntons and the others?

Serious fraud can untangle that.

Hyenas.

At least they lost their nest there,
Lewis.

Probably punishment enough.

We got the money back.

A lot of people will be grateful for
that.

Money.

That was the problem. I couldn't see the
people.

I'll leave you to... I'm going to get
some sleep.

What's all this about Bennet, Robbie?

Bennet?

Masterminded the whole scam.

He was set up in Farney by a syndicate
in the Cayman Islands.

Drugs has caused Lichtenstein to count.

No.

I didn't want to commit another
discourtesy.

Beyond the wrapping up of some red tape,
our inquiries are completed.

Thank you.

Mine, I'm afraid, are not. I've been
invited to London.

The Home Office wants an immediate
report on the goings -on at Barnley.

All my work.

Those who want to stifle the Barnley
experiment have got all the ammunition

need. You won't give up?

No.

But I'll never get such a chance again.