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You're fine, aren't you, darling? That was the most wonderful.

You wait till Friday.

It can't be as good as tonight.

It could never be as good as tonight.

How long have we got time, then? On Thursday.

Tonight was it for me.

Tonight was it. You're still travelling, Marilyn.

I feel the world as it really is.

I know now.

I know everything.

We go to a cafe or something. I'm desperate for a cup of tea.

Yeah, come on, Tim. Let's go.

Morning. How are we?

Good, good, good.

Thank you.

Morning, Joanna.

Morning, Dr Collier.

All right, ma 'am.

Nearly there.

Mum? Mum, Mum, please.

You said you wanted to come. Not at ease, dear. Excuse me. Sorry.

You're a naughty girl going off without your pills.

I'm not going anywhere.

Now, now.

Doesn't look as though they're doing much for her temper, Mrs Garrett.

Well, she was turning into a... She's much more herself again now.

She certainly is.

I have to tell Dr Collier about you.

Where's Marilyn?

I want Marilyn.

She's staying over at Vicky's. You know her friend, Vicky? She's staying with

her. Why doesn't he go and stay with Vicky? I don't want him. I want her.

A reference to one lamp includes any combination of lamps.

Any combination of two or more. Any combination of two or more lamps.

Whether the same... Or not.

Identical. Whether identical or not.

Having the same function and emitting light of the same colour.

If it comprises... Oh, yeah. If it comprises devices, the projection of the

average light emitting... Aggregate light emitting.

Dad,

I don't think you're ever going to remember all this.

Of course I am.

My sister would just turn her music down a bit. Lynn, turn it down!

Lynn!

She is better, you know.

She remembers things again.

I think I preferred it when she didn't.

Still, that's a nice place.

Very. And now she's in there, I can come and see her more often.

You didn't have to, Chip. You just found the money.

Hi, am I...

It's no use giving you books till you learn to read.

Here.

Maybe when you grow up, you can drive one of those.

Hey! What is it, Gwen?

Back to her old form, I'm afraid. One look at me and... Oh, God.

You'd better have a beer.

To tell you the truth, I wish they'd never started on these trial things.

People of that age should be left alone, don't you think?

Marilyn back yet?

Haven't seen her.

I've ordered a new life of Wilfred Owens.

Someone seems to be doing brain levels.

She'll be back for dinner.

Lose your tummy.

You're home now, Marilyn?

Yes, Mr. Thornton.

I've got homework to finish.

You girls.

It's all work for you these days. When I was your age, I used to have some fun.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

I don't like Marilyn to be so rude.

Never mind, Joyce.

Don't forget to give her that book, will you?

Come on, Wayne.

Move your bike or whatever.

See you.

Morse. No, Joyce.

It's a bit...

No.

Joyce, no.

Have the rats tried that yet?

Come and see.

Good God.

Aggression down to zero.

The more you put in the cage, the more they cuddle up. Well, well.

You'll get the Nobel Prize.

For peace, if not for chemistry.

But you're no use to me tonight.

I'm dying little souls. I'll need all the aggression I can muster. You

will if Matthew Hallett's there.

Science should be a collaborative process, Desmond, not a competition. In

theory, perhaps.

But anti -aging research is a rat race.

Come on, James.

Hallett's a jealous sod.

And he hates my gut.

And as Oxford Pharmaceutical products hang on his every word...

I'd really rather you knew as little about this as possible until the

presentation on Tuesday.

All right?

Well... Come on, I was up till dawn this morning, keeping ahead of the field.

Yes, well, about that... I'll lock up.

Promise. But this is the third time, Desmond.

I mean, we're bloody lucky no addict tried the door.

What time did you really leave here?

About midnight.

And I've said I'm sorry to everyone 999 times.

And I'm sorry to you.

I think you go and get drunker, all sold, and I'll struggle on with my

desperately dangerous drugs.

Well, the Charmantin is pretty remarkable.

Don't get it while it's hot.

All right.

Good night.

Night.

Oh, yes, Lewis.

Sit down.

Thanks.

How are you getting on with your homework?

All right, sir.

Osprey.

The objective structured performance -related examination for promotion from

sergeant to inspector.

I doubt if I could pass.

No, sir.

You'd better get the traffic regs off my heart, Lewis. I've known many a good

man come unstuck on those.

Yes, sir.

Come in.

Ah.

Good.

Now, the reason I wanted to see you... You've been with Morse a long time now,

and, er... The best of officers, and I do mean the best, they have their own

ways, and it's very easy to fall into, um... Well, to see things from only one

perspective, you know?

Now, you know and I know that Chief Inspector Holroyd is rather different

Morse. Yes, sir. And before he retires, I've asked him to take a special

interest in career development.

Which means you.

Now, you listen to him, Lewis. He works by the book, I know, but it's the book

that's going to get you through part one of that.

And on down to devises for part two.

We all want you to do well.

Thank you, sir.

But what about Chief Inspector Morse, then?

Who's going to look after him?

Well, he's going to be looking after himself for the next few days. He's

to leave.

Some friends of his, their daughter took an overdose.

Suicide.

He's trying to help the family come to terms with it.

Sugar?

I don't understand why.

If only I understood why, even if it was my fault.

Teenagers get these depressions.

Things at that age, they get them all out of proportion. She wasn't depressed.

I'd have known. I'd have noticed.

She... She was all so bright.

That's what I can't understand.

so well together.

She told me everything.

And we never thought we'd like some going

on and on with their kids.

We didn't push her.

We made a point of never.

You're always very loving parents.

I know that.

Good to tell Mum.

Good to tell Mum.

You've got the makings of Inspector Lewis, I don't deny that. I'm curious,

Well, I have the impression that your routine's got a bit rusty.

Proper procedure is what police watch is all about.

Yeah.

We're here.

So you handle this your way and I'll just watch.

And if Mark is...

Set your feet on the wrong path, well, you won't find a few hints from an old

man, will you?

Well, what do you know, lad?

I'll belt him when I see him. Use me if I want.

I'll give him a thrashing you'll never forget.

I'm supposed to be working or supposed to be bloody working.

Charlie! Imagine staying out all day and night and not telling us. Not telling

his mother.

He's with some tarts, you can bet on that.

Dirty little bugger.

Constable Williams says your son told you Saturday evening that he was just

going out for a drink with some of his mates. Is that right? Just because he

tarted up at Coley, he thinks he can do it, you bloody will! Charlie! Will!

Calm down.

He went out at about nine o 'clock.

He's been missing now for almost 40 hours, right?

And he hasn't got his pills with him.

That's just it.

He's epileptic, you see. He could have fallen down and had a fit anywhere.

Fanatine, they called.

He needs to take two fanatine every day. He knows that.

He's never gone off without them before? No, never.

Jackal's a good boy.

Always has been.

He's a bloody louse.

He couldn't have taken a few pills with him?

Well, he could have, but... Well, he's never done it before.

Right.

Well, now, I expect the constable explained to you that most missing

up in the first 24 hours.

But as Jacko hasn't, and as you think he hasn't got his pills with him, do you

have a photograph of Jacko?

That's him this summer.

He's got one of those new high -tops. Bloody holy gun.

You live above here, right?

Would you like to show me Jacko's room, Mrs. Lever? Yes. Perhaps Mr. Lever could

show my colleague around the workshop.

I'm so sorry.

Your mother's made such progress as well, she... I mean, before she would

have known who you were talking about, would she?

Well, would you like me to go with you, or perhaps Matron?

No.

We'll manage, Keith and I.

I am sorry.

I can't win, can you?

You're their senility. You've given back heartache.

She'd have got into Oxford. No trouble at all.

We'd even got to the point of discussing which college.

Tell me, Sylvia Plath.

Extraordinary writer.

Dying is an art like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

I utterly reject your implication.

Utterly. What implication?

Sylvia Clack committed suicide.

And teenagers are so sensitive, it's not safe to let them read her poems.

But her band Shakespeare, too, haven't we?

All that murder and adultery. And Milton.

We all know Satan has the best arguments. That's a restoration drama.

You know, if you policemen had your way, no one would read or write at all.

I'm not here as a policeman.

Yes, I'm sorry.

It's just that one hits that point of view so often these days, and it's so

crass.

She and I used to discuss the books you set up.

Wilfred Owen last time.

We both like Wilfred Owen.

Oh, that was the spring term, actually.

Well,

I don't get over it as often as him.

Browning, now. When did you do Browning? She couldn't be doing with him.

Whereas I... I suppose because he comes into crosswords.

Marilyn took a very balanced view of Plath, as a matter of fact.

She was able to discuss the poems quite separately from the life of the poet. I

can't believe... I really can't believe there is any connection.

What will her friends say when they hear?

I don't know.

Personally, I don't think I could find the words to... The head's going to make

an announcement at the end of classes.

You mustn't mind my husband, Sergeant. It's only because he's so upset.

He likes his music.

Don't they all?

And their shoes.

You should see my daughters.

Oh, you've got kids then?

A boy and a girl.

Oh, we've just the one.

And he really never stays out without telling you?

Only the once.

He and his mates have been to some disco in Slough. They often go there on

Saturdays. He'd miss the last bus, but even then he rang the same.

Girlfriend?

Your husband seems... No -one's special.

He's serious, a serious boy.

Charlie only talks like that because he's... No trouble there. They get on

well, really.

Charlie just gets so worried about things.

There's no way under the roof, is there?

A lot of missing kids. They're just hiding somewhere in the head.

He's not here. The constable looked.

I think you should search the rough -its. He sometimes walks there when he's

a mood.

He could have had a fit.

Well, anything.

We'll have a look tomorrow morning.

But I expect he'll have turned up by then.

Hi. If it's good news, leave a message if it's bad and forget it.

We're getting there.

I like that one.

I like that one a lot.

Have you sorted the bigger rig for Friday?

Yep. I spoke to Rob. It just wasn't loud enough.

Relax.

It'll all be sorted for Friday.

This is wicked, guys.

Wicked.

You've done a good job.

Can you guys do without Sally for tonight?

We've got some business.

Yeah, if we go up the Angel House.

I'll see you all tomorrow, then.

Listen, guys, I really appreciate this.

Cheers. See you later.

Bye.

What?

What business?

Your place or mine?

Where's ma 'am? Down the wine shop, translating.

It's Cyprus Sherry Week.

Who got your tea, Lynn?

Gran.

Marvellous. Lynn!

Turn that down, for God's sake!

I was always taught to ask for things, not to yell.

She can't hear unless I shout, can she?

It's worse than Morse's bloody opera.

Bitch!

Don't set an example.

You shouldn't be watching that rubbish, mate. You should be doing your homework.

Done it.

Yeah, well, I haven't done mine, so can we please have a bit of peace and quiet?

Lynn!

What?

What's your homework?

Personal and social development.

Ed doesn't know you're all out at night and day like I do. He thinks you need a

refresher. And I don't have to tell you why, do I?

Well, but the message, it seems, isn't getting through to the people most at

risk. Which means you, with your insatiable young lust.

We adults never experienced, of course.

Where do we come from, then?

All right, Simon.

What's this?

I was looking for Vicki Wilson.

Terrible thing.

Terrible for the family and...

Her friends, of course.

You must be.

Oh, we can't understand it, Vicky.

Come on, Miss Gale.

Can you...

Did she

give any sign?

Never.

You were her great friend. I was hoping you might be able... I

don't know what goes on these days, you see.

I don't have any children of my own, and... That class of yours,

sex education... It's called personal and social development.

Is it?

You don't think we should learn about sex?

No, I think it's a good thing.

There wasn't anything like that in my day.

At my school.

Grandma's school.

It was all boys, of course. Well, some things have changed for the better. Oh,

yes, yes, a lot.

But being 15,

16, 17...

I imagine it's still pretty difficult.

Marilyn never did anything she didn't want.

Her mother and father, they think that she didn't have a special boyfriend, but

did she?

Someone here, perhaps?

Have you seen the boys at this school?

What about you?

No, thanks.

Do people respect you for that, Vicky?

Some do and some don't.

I think it's just common sense.

Was she ever depressed?

No.

Well, aren't we all sometimes?

Had she been recently?

Not especially.

You're not being very helpful, Vicky.

Is it because I'm old?

Do you think I'm too old to understand?

Understand what?

You were almost the last person to talk to her.

She must have said something.

Given some indication.

Didn't. She didn't say anything.

I don't want to say anything, Lewis. Not yet. But there are reasons why you

complete the interviews before you do the third.

I think the Leavers have a hunch.

Everyone who comes into a police station has a bloody hunch.

That's why you have procedures.

Nine times out of ten, the interviews save you wasting time and money. Yeah,

well, that's what I... I realize that to Mawson is like these are not

considerations which apply.

But if you want to get on...

I can thread a needle.

Look!

I might even take up needlework again.

I used to be very good with cushions.

I could even do tapestry.

A couple of months ago...

That old lady could barely feed herself.

Really?

Very impressive.

Thank you, Dr. Hallett.

I'm afraid I always seem to be cast as the wet blanket on these occasions.

And it does occur to me that these nootropic drugs, syrenic, is it?

Seraphic.

And I have trademarked the name.

Very well.

Seraphic.

They are new.

They could hardly be otherwise.

I've only just invented them.

My point is Dr.

Collier is testing these drugs entirely in accordance with the proper

guidelines. Of course, I wouldn't dream of suggesting anything else.

But he is testing them on old people.

They are designed for old people. We have to be very careful about committing

ourselves to a drug whose long -term effects are, by definition...

impossible to discover.

Ethically, that is.

And as businessmen, well, I don't think I have to remind anyone here of a

certain anti -inflammatory drug or of the size of the compensation payments

had to be paid. There's no similarity whatever, really, Hallett. You know that

as well as I do. In my view, no responsible pharmaceutical company can

itself to thoracics till much greater research has been completed.

Train driver never saw him.

Jumped in front at the last moment.

Could have had an attack, fallen down. Oh, come on, Lewis!

What the hell was he doing in there? You saw the body.

Is there any note?

Always better when there's a note. Makes it easier for the coroner.

Could have blown away somewhere.

If you like the mother so much, you can go and tell her our hunch was right.

Come on.

Ray, we never give information about individual corners.

People wouldn't trust us.

No, no, I suppose not.

It's just that she gave no

sign of anything at home, you see.

Oh, you do have to recognise the signs for what they are, of course.

Isn't it...

For most people, anyway. Isn't it more a gesture?

Depends.

Tea? Please.

If you take a few aspirin and leave farewell messages with all your friends,

may not have a very serious intention to do away with yourself.

But no note.

And a hundred pills?

I suppose if it had just been a gesture.

She'd have wanted to be there to see its success.

Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense.

Suicide very rarely does, Mr. Moss.

That's why we are here.

Would you like to talk it through with someone?

You said rarely, so it can make sense.

Was she religious at all?

No. Oh.

Well, even an afterlife does stop some people.

Stopped me when I was very low.

Oh, yes, some of us have been there, Mr. Moore.

In my case, I thought I might be punished if I arrived wherever it was

was invited.

But if I thought life on Earth was all there was... Well, it can be hell on

earth sometimes, can't it?

Why should she think that?

She had a wonderful life.

Marvelous future.

No one ever knows what goes on inside someone else's head.

And someone once told me the average teenager in any 24 -hour period shows

symptoms of every known psychiatric illness.

Well, there are many cases like this, though.

Absolutely without explanation.

You've seen this?

A girl, late and bothered.

Again, no notes.

There always is an explanation.

In the end.

Hi, Desmond. Just call from post -mortem. Whenever you're ready.

You went to Leighton Buzzard?

That's outside our area.

It's a very similar case.

Teenage suicide, just like R2.

No note, no reason. You don't think it could be one of these crazies, do you?

Like those turtle things.

Well, you'd just better keep on asking around.

Although, strictly speaking, your personal interest should preclude you

involvement. You do realise that, do you?

I'll pretend I'm still on leave, if you like.

No, no, as long as it's not an actual relation.

Kids.

They're as bad as special branch.

You never know what the blighters are up to.

We were all young once.

I can't imagine you young, Morse.

I can imagine you.

Anyway, it's all changed.

And kids nowadays.

And you just don't know.

My son, he's got a face like an angel.

He takes after his mother.

And you know what he was doing while we thought he was out playing football?

Holding up cars at traffic lights and demanding money with menaces for

the windscreens.

Innocent enough.

You call that innocent? Lying to us like that?

No, you don't know, Morse.

Kids are creatures from another planet.

If I need an interpreter, Lewis has kids.

Oh, Lewis is still with Holway.

Well, I had to find something for him to do till he retires, and I wasn't

expecting you back for days yet. Well, I'm back now.

Hi, Mum.

Hi, Mum.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm just a bit tired.

I'm going to go upstairs and lie down.

Tea?

Later, thanks.

Charlie? Vicky?

Sorry, darling, I didn't realise you were on the phone. Mum, we...

In my opinion, Morse, Lewis hasn't been given a proper grounding in the basics.

If you're going to retire, Holroyd, just get on and do it. You'll never make

inspector if he doesn't follow correct procedures.

Well, if you'll proceed out of my office, either properly or improperly, I

really don't mind. Take this lever case.

Lewis thinks he was very clever listening to the parents, but he spent

time cosying up to them, he missed what was staring him in the face.

The father's a sadist.

There's a bloody great leather strap round his waist. Wife's scared stiff of

him.

Abuse. That's what this case is all about. Physical and probably sexual

Ah, Lewis.

Chief Inspector Holroyd was just abusing you.

I thought I felt something.

Yes. Well, I've said my piece.

So, do you remember what I said, Lewis?

Anything particular, sir?

You've had so much.

He couldn't solve the problems in the rainbow.

The what?

The children's paper parents approved of, Lewis.

I wasn't allowed the beano or dandy. They weren't morally improving.

I'm sorry to hear about your friend's daughter, sir.

Yes, well...

What about this Lever boy?

Oh, it says that he thinks there may have been abuse.

Rubbish. That's what I like to hear.

Reasoned argument, logically developed.

Lever bluffed us a bit.

Mrs Lever, the chief inspector, thought she was frightened of him.

Really, she's frightened for him. He's so upset.

You should see him now.

He can't stop crying.

Might that not be remorse?

He was abusing the boy.

He wasn't.

I'm sure of it.

Right, then.

Now, look at this.

The pins mark the place where unexplained teenage suicide took place

couple of days.

Now, what did they tell us, Lewis?

Nothing. Right.

So tell me about Jack O 'Leaver.

Bright. Popular.

Just started his apprenticeship at Cowley. Doing well.

He had epilepsy, but that didn't seem to be a problem.

The pathologist says he's got something he wants to show us, though. Right.

I can't see a connection.

Different towns, different schools, different social classes.

The only common factor is the distress and bewilderment of the families.

Plenty of that.

And their age.

There's something about a teenage death.

All that potential about to be realised and then... I think any

kid, if it's yours.

He died of multiple trauma.

Well, of course you do if you walk into a good strain.

You said you had something to show us. No, you don't like this.

Then perhaps this is more your bag.

It was in what remained of his stomach.

It's hardly started to be digested, as you can see.

So it means it must have been taken shortly before he died.

It's phenytoin. No.

Some sort of poison. All drugs are poisons, but this one certainly isn't

Well, what is it?

I don't know. Well, I do. The chromatography identifies the chemical

constituents, what's actually in it, but I don't know what it's called.

Never seen that particular combination before.

But I'm pretty sure it's what the trade describes as a mood enhancer.

Is it ecstasy?

E, we call it.

It has a few components in common with E, but whether it has the same effect...

Do you want to try it, Morse?

The mice are all very well, but we do really need to know the effect on the

human mind.

Oh, go on.

Oxford is where Lewis Carroll made Alice eat the mushroom.

Lewis. No, thanks, sir. Not in front of the chief inspector.

Is he a snob about drugs?

Ruthlessly destroying a million brain cells with every glass of beer, then

violently denouncing the young for the use of chemical stimulants.

Look, are you suggesting that... Dead and old as Huxley.

Yes.

Huxley? Is that Brave New World?

I think Dr Hayward is thinking more of the doors of perception.

Heaven and hell, actually.

When Huxley was dying of cancer, he got his wife to inject him with LSD.

He had this notion, you see, that he would enter the next life in a state of

euphoric bliss.

I can see the point of that. But suppose he had a bad trip?

Suppose there is a next life and he ended up in hell instead of heaven.

Or suppose there isn't and he died in this one, in a torment of hallucination.

Would this stuff be difficult to make?

A level student could make it.

If he could find the materials.

That's where you should be looking, Worms.

People are experimenting everywhere these days.

Oh, I've passed the formula on to the university, by the way. We don't have

guinea pigs here.

You wouldn't try that out on students.

No, no.

Guinea pigs.

Real ones.

He didn't have anything wrong with him, did he?

I mean, apart from the epilepsy. He didn't have... It's difficult to tell,

from the pieces I've seen, I'd say he was one of the healthiest young men I've

had in here in a long time.

Stupid little fool.

All the work before him.

What the hell did he want to go and die for?

Vicky?

Can I come in a moment?

You shouldn't lock this door.

There's only you and me.

Vicky!

The longer you keep it back, the worse it will be.

Bottling things up never did anybody any good, love.

I've learned that.

I don't really know what I think yet, Mum.

Too soon.

Yes, of course.

It's dreadful.

I hardly know what I think myself.

I tried to ring Marilyn's mum to say... You know, they must have left the phone

off the hook.

You don't like Marilyn's mum?

No.

At a time like this.

Is there nothing you want to tell me, Vicky?

No, why?

Oh.

Police will want to see you.

Ask you questions.

Are you sure there's nothing you know that... It's our valley.

That's what we call them, Mum.

Thames Valley Police.

Anyway, I've seen them already.

You never said.

Didn't I?

I've got time for a bath for a supper, haven't I?

Don't be too long in there.

Hard time.

Supper's in 20 minutes.

Vicki? Vicki?

Vicki?

Vicky? Vicky, what are you doing in there?

Vicky?

Are you all right?

Vicky, will you please open this door?

Marilyn Garrett.

She was a strange girl.

Oh, she looked all right.

Spoke well enough.

I thought it wouldn't melt in her mouth, but she wasn't... Oh, there was

something... Well, she was very clever, of course.

I was in the trouble.

What trouble?

Oh, she could sway Vicki, bend her to a will.

Oh, exactly.

You've met Joyce and Keith, Garrett, I expect.

Yes. Well, that's why they're decent enough people, I'm sure. But, well,

father was only ever a taxi driver.

Keith. He's never done very well for himself.

Your own business seems to be doing pretty well.

Oh, this?

Yes, well, this is what you do to cheer yourself up when your husband runs off

with another woman.

Hello. That again.

What?

Chuck O 'Leary had one of these. Something like it.

So did Marilyn.

Marilyn Garrett.

Yes. Well, she would have.

I think you always like nice things. Oh, Marilyn.

Just what are these things, Lewis?

Fractal, they're called.

New geometry.

Computer generated.

To do with chaos.

Why, if a butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazon jungle, you have a hurricane

in the Himalayas.

That's what they say.

How long has she had this?

Months and months.

But it's not going to be here when she comes home.

What the hell?

There are huts.

Flyers. What for?

Parties.

Go on all night, look.

Midnight to 8am.

Does Vicky go to all night parties?

Of course not.

She's not allowed out after 11.

Unless she's going over to...

Where did she say she was going last Saturday night, Mrs. Wilson?

Marilyn's?

Marilyn told her parents she was coming here.

The dreadful rubbish. They're always playing in here.

There's something in here. Stop it, Lewis. Play that bit again.

That's the Hallelujah Chorus.

Conducted by Sir Adrian Bolt.

So often it comes down to parents.

Oh, yeah.

You get on all right with yours?

Yeah, mostly.

When you're a kid, you don't realise, do you?

They quarrel much.

Not really.

Mine do.

I got divorced when I was 12.

I stay with my mum, of course. Well, you do, don't you?

And she didn't have a fancy man, whereas my dad...

I'm telling you this for a reason, Lois, so there's no need to go spreading it

all over the station.

No.

No, Gwen, she's... She is called Gwen.

And they had one baby, Joyce.

And then, when I was 15, my mother died, so I went to live with them.

Nowhere else to go.

My dad and I, we got on all right.

But Gwen... didn't like me then, doesn't like me now.

Don't ask me why.

You didn't do anything special against me.

It was just a steady accumulation.

The drip, drip, drip of humiliations.

Hatreds.

When you're that age.

So I suddenly thought, sod this.

I'm getting out of this. Not worth it.

Well, you're out of the way.

I decided to kill myself.

I thought of all the ways of doing it.

And I put them in order. One, two, three, all the way down to about 15.

Which would hurt me most, which would hurt Dad, which would hurt Gwen.

I even thought of which would hurt little Joyce at least.

I like Joyce.

And I thought, that's pretty bloody clever what you've just done.

Because I'm vain.

I was vain even then.

And then I thought, if you're ever enough to have done all that,

well, that's a waste of a good mind.

You can just imagine you saying that.

No -one can imagine someone else's pain, Robbie.

It's the human tragedy.

But I made a vow.

I wouldn't forget. I would never forget how awful it is to be 15.

I've forgotten, of course. Everyone does.

But I've been trying to remember.

For Marilyn Garrett.

She was...

She was... I never knew you had a niece.

I don't go trumpeting my kith and kin around like some I could mention those.

I just thought you ought to know before you meet them.

We're very concerned about Vicky's disappearance.

Was there anything odd about their relationship?

No. They were best friends, that's all.

Perhaps I don't know what that means.

Girls and these days... Girls always go about in pairs.

Let's just stop each other doing something stupid.

Don't you remember me and my friend Di?

Oh, no, that was after you... Why did you have the fame at that age?

Best friends. Nothing, you know.

I had a best friend.

Stuart, his name was.

Went in the Air Force.

Joyce, I'm sorry, but... Last Saturday night, Marilyn and

Vicky weren't here.

And they weren't at the Wilson.

Where could they have been?

Do they go to discos?

Yes, sometimes, but it closes at 12 o 'clock.

And they didn't like it there. There were drunks and rough types.

Anywhere else?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

One of these kids.

A young lad.

They'd been taking drugs.

You don't think... No!

Not Marilyn, never! Of course not, Lewis.

Anyway, anything like that would have shown up on the post -mortem.

She wasn't that sort of girl at all. Never.

And we always kept our eyes open.

Well, you have to these days, don't you?

There was never anything like that with Marilyn. Nor with Vicky that I know of.

Never.

What could they have been doing?

Where could they have gone?

Mum!

Fractal.

Isn't that some sort of anagram?

L .A. Crab.

Rat Crab.

Doesn't sound like a real word.

Well, computer speak.

If they're made by computer, how can they be chaotic?

Computers are based on logic.

I think... I don't know.

Nor do I.

On this case, Lewis, but it is a case, I feel I don't know anything at all.

What do we know?

They went to a party last Saturday night, perhaps.

If only we knew where.

Is there one of those for Slough?

Marilyn wouldn't go to Slough.

Jack O 'Lever went there.

Don't want to mean very wicked.

Told his mum.

Here's one.

Angel House.

Maybe it only operates weekend.

Chaos has come again, then.

It was invented by a weather forecaster, you know.

What was?

It was chaos theory.

Can't be right, then.

Couldn't understand why the most careful forecast turned out wrong.

Nor can anyone else.

Until he started feeding in little details and scientists wouldn't bother

And what he found was that if you change one tiny element in an equation, it can

have a huge effect.

Well, what do you think is the apparently insignificant detail we're

Lewis?

Can I help you?

Oh, yes.

Yes, we're looking for a young girl, Vicky Wilson.

I believe she comes down here sometimes.

Please.

You the manager?

Sort of.

Vicki, what's the problem?

She's run away from home, I hope.

Oh, dear.

She's not here, I'm afraid.

Do you want to come in?

She usually comes with a girl called Marilyn.

That's right.

Were they here Saturday?

I think so.

Yes, early part of the evening.

It gets a bit rough later on, I believe.

Who told you that?

Marilyn's mother.

She ever been down here?

What time did Vicky and Marilyn leave on Saturday night?

Same time as everybody else.

Midnight? You close at midnight?

No, I closed early.

After they went.

We never do any business when there's a party.

What sort of party? Birthday?

They probably said so.

What do you mean?

Oh, dear.

Youth culture's a bit of a mystery to you, is it, officer?

You could say so.

Yeah, well, young people, when they say parties, what they mean is

drugs.

Now, I don't allow drugs down here.

I'd lose my entertainment's license.

Of course, I can't stop it altogether.

But this isn't London where anything goes. You people are always poking your

noses in.

So, anybody who doesn't like it, they can shove off.

These two girls aren't the sort to take drugs.

Oh, well, I won't argue.

Most of the time you people are trying to plant drugs on people, not take them

off. You are aware, sir, that Marilyn Garrett and Vicky Wilton are under 18.

Where did they show off to last Saturday night?

I'm sure your local colleagues could tell you that. Why don't you?

Where was this party?

In someone's house?

Somebody's warehouse, I expect.

Ask the drug squad.

What you do is you rent a space somewhere, say it's a private party, and

there's nothing much people like you can do without getting very heavy, which

I'm sure is the last thing you'd want to be with kids.

After all, some of them may even be your own.

They're quite nice drugs.

Not heroin or crack.

Nothing evil.

All drugs are evil.

Please, Inspector.

How do you know all this?

Were you there?

Oh, I'm much too old for parties.

I may be getting married soon, for God's sake.

But the drugs the kids like nowadays, they're not addictive.

Really. That's what people like you always say.

What do you know about people like me?

I know a young lad may have died because of these nice drugs.

Who?

Jack Oliva, and possibly a young girl, too.

Dead?

How? What happened?

They killed themselves.

But the things they were taking, they don't do that.

What things?

Don't know a thing about it.

I wasn't there.

You answer the drug squad.

What sort of hours do these people keep? Say now to the drug easter.

You can't hang around all night.

Hi, Bill. Got a best sell?

Can you manage that, Sergeant?

Might you charge it, will you?

Could I have a word, Sergeant?

He was carrying this, cannabis, some of these, amphetamines, and a few of these,

ecstasy. Ah, yes, the E.

Who do you know about that?

A certain amount.

About £1 ,000 worth at street prices.

So he's a dealer, all right, but a small dealer.

Half the people will go to these parties with more dealers, selling the stuff on

to each other.

This party on Saturday night, did you know about it? Good Lord, yes.

And you did nothing about it? Well, we had a look.

It's been genuine enough.

No money being taken on the door. If it's a genuine private party, there's

really very little you can do.

Unless we recognise a dealer or see drugs actually abused, which we didn't.

What do you mean exactly abused?

Well... We didn't see anyone actually imbibing any illegal substance.

The drugs were all inside the people before we got there.

Besides which, there were 300 men from three houses.

Not all kids indulge, do they?

Most of them.

Look, I have a hell of a lot to do before I go to bed.

Where was it, if we knew where it was? Who organised it? Pilsen, the old

brickwork. Your best bet would be to speak to the estate agent in the

You think I should call my mum?

Yeah. I'm not going to.

Oh. I'm not going to go home.

Oh?

My mum's an aromatherapist.

I mean, honestly.

You don't have to go home, do you?

Just call her.

That means she'll be worried sick about you.

Especially if your mate's gone and... You know what I mean.

She'll think you've gone and done the same.

Why do you think she did it?

I don't know.

Couldn't have been the seraphim.

Oh, no.

It's not a downer, is it?

No. Well, then.

Was she seeing somebody?

No.

How do you know?

Do you know about me?

No.

Well, then.

Best friends are the people who keep the best things from.

Look, she was an intelligent person.

And if she did what she did, at the end of the day, we all own our own bodies.

And we can do what the hell we like with them.

You've got to accept that.

All right?

Phone your mum.

Well, sorry to upset her.

You're fine.

We'll be in touch.

All that sort of stuff.

Oh, yeah, and not to call the police.

You just want to be yourself for a bit.

Are you sure they can't trace the call?

No, of course not.

Go on.

Hi, Mum, it's me.

You always leave the front door open.

Always.

Just in case by any sad mischance something exciting should escape the lab

be found on unlicensed premises.

No alibi like pleading guilty to another offence, eh, Mike?

It is Mike, isn't it?

So, what can I do for you at 3am?

I'll bet the police are out. Not for the first time, I imagine.

Hang on to that.

Don't worry, it's not a bike.

Promise.

There's a girl we're missing after Saturday night.

Yeah, well, girls have always gone missing.

I also think a kid may have killed himself.

Why? I don't know.

They think there may be two kids.

Suicide pact?

They wanted to know about the drugs.

What did you tell her?

Nothing.

Great.

But that makes me feel like it.

Wasn't anything funny about last Saturday's mix, was there? Did you think

was? No.

But who cares? Look, the whole point of my drug is that it makes you happy

without getting carried away, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's great.

Well, but... There is no but.

This is a totally butler's drug.

If the police weren't so stupid, I could explain it to them.

What a drag.

This next party's the last of the year.

They're going to try and stop it, aren't they?

They don't know about it, I don't think.

Well, there you are then.

What are you worried about?

Making a good life?

What's the matter? Don't you believe me?

I think I'll wait till the party.

Suit yourself.

posed. B.

If on the same transverse plane occupy not less than 60 % of

the area of

that has been trying to get hold of you. He's coming over now, Charlie. Come on,

get up.

Charlie?

What?

Make him a cup of coffee.

Darter homes.

God almighty.

To where? What sort of life do we offer our young people, Lewis?

School? If you're lucky, college.

Then married, a starter home, then children, a two -bedroom semi. If you do

well, you've just about got to four bedrooms when your kids leave to buy

homes of their own.

Don't want to pay rent.

Money down the drain. This British home -owning democracy we're all so proud of,

it's really a form of slavery.

An Englishman's home is his castle, you know. Man was born free, but everywhere

he's in the property chain.

Client clambering at the door.

Well, how can I help you, gentlemen?

Rentals. Industrial rentals.

Right. Well, you've come to the right man.

So I believe.

Something like getting in early.

Don't you get the work done?

That and last thing at night.

I believe that's your speciality.

Do you understand what I'm saying to you, Charlie? Yes, I do, dear. The man

to my workplace.

No. He came to my life, for God's sake!

Right, then.

I better leave a note.

You won't know where I've gone.

Vicky, he's in the studio today. He's not even going to remember you were

Come on.

You're not going to go to jail, are you? We're not going to go to jail because

you're going to keep your bloody mouth shut.

In the current state of the market, the developers are grateful for any little

cash crop that comes their way.

And you let the factory out to whom?

It wasn't exactly a letter.

More an informal... What was his name?

Winston Churchill.

He paid cash in advance.

They're very fly -by -night, these people.

What takes off as a virgin often lands us there frowned.

Though rarely, of course, the other way around.

Sounds as if you know them quite well.

Used to.

But you can't go on living for fun forever.

I really don't have anything to do with... Getting married, are you?

How the hell did you know that?

And what is he like, this Mr Churchill?

White, black?

Oh, white.

They're all white, the organisers. What age?

Late 20s.

How did he know about you?

I met him at a party.

Honest to God, it was a cocktail party in a tent at Henley during last summer's

regatta.

The regimental band were playing on the lawn.

But what would a 17 -year -old boy want with an anti -aging drug?

Well, when people's memories start to go, it's often not enough oxygen getting

to the brain.

So Dr. Collier has developed...

Donate the capillaries to increase the oxygen uptake.

If a person with normal capillaries were to take it, they would probably get a

terrific high.

I would have thought more a feeling of extreme clear -headedness.

Is it like what kids take, then, before exams?

No. No, it's quite different.

Could it do them harm?

No.

Well, it hasn't been tested on youngsters, of course.

The young do have a much more volatile psychosusceptibility.

Sudden surges of extra oxygen to the brain might, well... Might it depress

Make you want to take your own life?

The opposite.

I mean, not that this boy gave it time to work.

Couldn't have affected him at all. I wouldn't have thought the amount he got

before he... Well, if it's so new, this drug, how would he have got to know

about it?

Well, it's like this.

Since this pill is going to change the lives of every old person in the world,

the research labs are dying to get their hands on my formula.

And since my entire future depends on their not getting it, I, um, left the

unlocked on Saturday night.

Classic Freudian slip.

But I spend all of Sunday afternoon, most of the Monday, counting the pills,

I'm almost positive there's none missing.

Almost.

We do endless variants trying to find the right mix, and if someone ran in

grabbed a handful and ran out again...

What can I tell you? It won't happen again.

I promise.

I didn't like to say anything.

It's not really my field, but... What? It was certainly Annalessa thinning

Jacko Lever's body from somewhere. If it didn't come from that field, it must

have come from another, like the girls.

What girls?

Well, after I'd found it in Lever's body, I thought we'd better check

But definite traces.

So then I rechecked Marilyn Garrett.

I missed it the first time round.

Well, 100 aspirin give you a massive emirate.

You can't hurt him.

She wouldn't marry him.

You all right?

Clear -headed.

He said it made you very clear -headed.

Yes, well, we missed our chance there, didn't we?

Whoever gave them that drug is a murderer.

It's always been such a gentle thing.

I don't want to be the one to... No.

So what do you think?

When is it?

Tonight.

Oh, God.

All right, I'll do it.

Well... We're getting out anyway.

Wasn't I?

I don't know about drugs.

I missed the 60s.

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.

They were happening all around me.

I was based at Windsor when the Rolling Stones played on Eel Pie Island. I was

just never in the right place at the right time.

Well, you don't like rock and roll.

I like sex.

I've never taken drugs, of course.

Well, you've tried them, if they've been offered.

Too frightened.

What of? Of what, Lewis?

Of what?

Losing control, I suppose.

I know I drink a bit, but drugs... You don't know what demons

drugs may let loose.

Might be angels, not demons.

You ever tried?

Smoked cannabis once.

When was this?

Your castle.

Needn't have asked, need I?

Some of the lads wanted to try it.

Just to see, you know.

And there was this pusher that we'd arrested, so we took him off to our club

and... And what was it like?

Nothing much.

Just made my head spin.

Then what's the great attraction?

I mean, why do they get addicted?

Well, they don't. Not with cannabis.

Exams?

Exam pressure? Is that what these children had in common?

Inspector Morse is off.

Who?

Oh, yeah, right.

Tonight?

Hello?

Hello? Who was there?

Didn't say.

It was a party.

Tonight.

How do you usually find out?

Local force sees what's going on and reports back.

Too late.

Kids find out, all right.

And they listen to pirate radios. Well?

Well, they're only on for an hour or so. You need to know the frequency. It's a

closed world.

Jacko.

Jack Reliever.

What? He had a radio beside his bed.

Tuned into nothing or so, I thought.

Sergeant, I told you we're the taxi.

Could I come in a moment, Mrs. Levert?

Wait, Charlie, you've had a... It's just a mild one, but they're keeping you in

for 24 hours. They'll stretch this thing. Very painful, I understand.

No, it's left effects and it's useless without them. Mrs. Levert, I'm sorry,

I must have Jacko's radio. No, we don't want anything touched.

Nothing. Just his radio.

If I could just pop upstairs to his bedroom. Here's the taxi.

what passes for modern music.

You're not tuned in, lad.

Don't touch that.

Sir, do this. Don't touch that, sir.

Yes, sir.

But you need an aerial, lad.

Brass band music, that's what I like.

That's the stuff.

Something wrong with the beer, sir?

No, no, it's me.

Something wrong with me.

What, for God's sake, is that?

Sir? Right, a big shout -out to everyone who was down at the Pilsen Saturday

night. You really made it kick.

And, Kevin, if you're listening, don't worry about it, mate. It's sorted.

Tonight, of course, we're going to be getting angelic again.

A special venue, I've been told. The Garden of Eden. We're going to be going

back to nature. So I call this number.

0839 819001. It's going to be a good one, folks.

0839 819001.

Number? What number?

Double check.

You have to ring in at the last minute.

I'd give it half an hour.

They'll send it to a collection point first.

On the M25, usually.

It's eclectic, Lewis, this music. That's the basis of it.

You don't hear any guitar?

No, no, no, no. It's a collage.

Magpie music, a bit here, a bit there, all mixed together.

Hello?

M40 interchange.

Wait.

What's going on?

Hello Sarge, some sort of party.

Have you invited?

No, but we've got one anyway. Where is it? Well, search me. I just don't want

him on my bloody motorway, that's all.

What is that?

You know what this reminds me of, Lewis?

The Pied Piper of Hamelin.

My kids used to love that.

Out came the children running, all the little boys and girls with rosy cheeks

and flaxen curls.

And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls.

Tripping and skipping ran merrily off to the wonderful music, shouting and

laughing.

And we know what happened to the children.

Monarch Park.

Never heard of it.

Good house.

Paxton. He built the Crystal Fallow.

He's got the best collection of Murillos in the country.

They're in Texas now.

It was a hospital for a bit, and then a school.

Last time I was here, it was a nunnery.

When was that?

What did you do in your school holidays, Lewis?

Nothing much.

Played football.

I went cycling.

I used to go around looking at parish churches, country houses.

Anyone's home was better than my own.

Well, we can't go in there. We'd stand out a mile.

We're not even wearing trainers.

What exactly happens at these things?

I don't know.

Get a toy, Fred.

Beautiful piece of architecture.

Wasted on none.

Well, I don't know.

Out of everybody's way. No bothering the neighbours with their music and bells.

Plenty of parking space.

They were an enclosed order, Lewis. They didn't have cars.

Breaking and entering, Lewis.

Yes, sir. Get on with it, then.

Look at these.

They must be 50 years old.

We're not buying the place, Lewis.

Come on, we'll miss the party.

For God's sake.

It's all right, sir. No one can hear without music.

Give me that thing.

I don't want you wearing that stupid hat.

Orgy. A bacchanalian orgy.

Orgy's removed.

That's it.

Ah, but personal and social development, please.

Self isn't safe anymore.

Maybe this is what you do instead.

What you see?

Come on, Luke!

Thank you.

The evil bastard.

He got away.

You're not going to go to jail.

Home, if your mum will still have you.

A home, otherwise.

What is it like just... Tell us what it's like.

You love everyone in the world.

When you touch someone, you want to touch everyone to show them how much you

love them.

They're all from heaven.

The whole thing.

Then why did Marilyn want to end it?

Because she'd seen everything and there was nothing more?

I'm thirsty.

Have you got a Coke or tea?

Sure, I'd really like a tea.

I made an error, an excusable one, perhaps, but still an error.

I kept trying to remember what it was like to be young.

The memory's too personal. I should have been imagining, trying to imagine.

I was miserable, so I thought all kids are miserable.

I forgot the hours I spent imagining what it was like to be happy.

I forgot my dreams.

Those kids, they were happy, weren't they?

Looked it. So happy, they thought.

Suppose you thought you'd found the secret of life itself.

There isn't one, is there?

That's what's really wicked.

To make you think there is.

To make you think you've seen everything there is to see at 16. That you've had

the best of life before it's even begun.

To make you think there is nothing left to live for.

I hope that married in hellfire.

You don't believe in hell?

I wish I did, though.

Tonight, I really wish I did.

Go home, Lewis.

Go and revise your traffic.

Thank you, sir.

Lynn? Where'd you get this music, love?

Off someone at school.

Who? A friend.

Which one?

No one you know.

What?

Lynn? Dad, I've got an exam tomorrow.

What?

Goodnight, love.

Bye.

Gotta have something when you're young.

Something that's yours and no one else's.

I only read poetry to annoy her.

What's this rubbish, you'd say?

I owe all the things that I love to the fact that she couldn't stand me.

She was jealous.

Of me?

You're a man.

She'd had all that time with Dad before her.

Hasn't forgiven her yet.

It's pathetic.

We call ourselves grown -ups, but all the time.

I loved my own.

Loved her so much.

I wanted her to be and do all the things... She wouldn't have done, you

She'd only have been herself.

Just herself.

I know.

All the same.

If you'd had kids of your own, it's what people say.

They're only lent to us.

But before you know it, there's a person there with very different ideas about

things to you.

You don't love her any less.

But you see, there's no... You want to mold them and protect them.

And keep them forever.

But you can't.

They're not yours.

Don't be scared.

You must try and forgive her.

I am.

Trying.

Well, I better go.

Hell of a lot to catch up on.

All right.

See ya.