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I don't think you'd have anything smaller.

Uh, I'm on it.

No, really, there's no need.

Oh.

That's it, then.

That's it.

Tired of global feminism passed you by, then.

In that respect, I'm with the nudes all the way.

I'm sorry.

That was rude.

I, uh... Thanks, Mr. Gregoire.

Thank you.

That's all still to come after the latest news summary. It's nine o 'clock.

BBC Radio Oxford News.

Morning.

Why aren't you at school?

Why aren't you at work? Shut up and give me breakfast.

Following a stabbing at the final prison where he was being held on the mark.

Parnell, who stood accused of the lover's name killings, was arrested last

August. following one of the largest investigations ever undertaken by Thames

Valley Police.

OK.

In a few moments, we're expecting a statement from Detective Chief Inspector

Johnson, who headed the original investigation.

At the present time...

I've

only got a brief statement for you at this present time. There will, of

be a...

Full Home Office inquiry into the circumstances surrounding last night's

incident. I can, however, confirm that Stephen Parnell, last night, was

at Barnley Prison in an altercation with another prisoner, which resulted in

Parnell's death.

Well,

obviously, we'd rather have seen Parnell stand trial, but as far as the Thames

Valley Police is concerned, the case is now closed.

All right, thank you, sir.

Morning, sir.

Lewis.

I didn't expect to see you back in for a few weeks yet. A man can have enough of

his own four walls. What's all that about?

It's Parnell, sir.

We're not here. It's been all over.

Stephen Parnell?

Be fit then, Bob.

Sir. Johnson.

What are you doing in Morse?

Thought the old man had you tucked up right in his end of term report.

What's this about Parnell?

Oh, nothing for you to worry about. Eyes to dot, teeth to cross.

Aren't you ready, Bob?

He found God, apparently, Parnell.

Don't they all?

Still, it's a pity he didn't live long enough to be brought to justice.

Some would say he got off light.

Pleased the eye for an eye, Brigade, anyway.

Don't forget he butchered five innocent people.

Well, four, sir, certainly.

Five, all right? Five.

Well, Karen Anderson was different, surely.

We had this out at the time. Parnell put his hands up to all five. Given

Johnson's interview technique, I'm surprised he didn't confess to the A6,

Julia Wallace and the Whitechapel murders. Well, Lewis was in on the

once.

Are you saying he's down for anything that wasn't above board?

You've no idea what it was like here last summer.

You only caught the tail end of it. You were off sunning yourself in Beirut.

By right.

Yes. Everyone was down on us. The press, the politicians, the chief constable,

all of them screaming for a quick result. Yes, sir.

If Johnson hadn't caught Parnell when he did, God knows how many more he might

have killed.

I'm not disputing that.

They did a good job, him and Lewis.

Nothing fancy, I'll grant you. No great leaps of the imagination.

Just good old -fashioned honest coppering. Sweat and spade work.

I'm rather keen to resume active duty myself.

Well, when you finish this report... Well, it's no good looking like that.

got to move with the times. As far as the Chief Constable's concerned, he's

the future.

And it's resource optimisation analysis.

Two months counting paperclips is hardly optimising resources, sir.

They never found her body, did they, Karen Anderson?

Do you know how deep Venom Great Lake is, Morse?

We could drag it between now and doomsday and still not bring her up.

Well, why does it have to be Blenheim?

Oh, perfectly well. A bag was found at Blenheim, along with a ticket for a pop

concert there the evening she disappeared.

They also found a postcard, too, didn't they?

I don't think... What you think is neither here nor there, matey. Parnell

confessed, and that's an end of it.

I don't want you outside the tent on this, Morse.

Understood?

Give us the receipt, darling.

Pretty good.

You can't be good. Cool, George.

Well, I think we've seen everything we need to, Governor.

I'll take you up on that drink if it's going up.

You joining us, Bob?

Not driving, sir, no.

Good man, my sergeant.

Geordie, lad.

Can I help?

He wanted me to know, to let it be known.

Not the girl, he said.

Not the last.

Those were his words.

I took from that that he meant four.

That he'd killed four.

The two couples.

But we know he killed five.

I see no reason for a dying man to make a false confession.

Do you?

Hello again.

Hello.

How did you enjoy the concert?

Oh, it was bearable, I suppose.

Did you want anything in particular, or are you just browsing?

Do you have anything on the Pre -Raphaelite Brotherhood, Millet

Millet, wait a moment.

This is something of a synchronism.

Well, after our meeting last night, of all the bookshops in all of Oxford,

Kismet, surely.

I doubt the fates take great interest in the affairs of a simple shopkeeper.

Thank you.

Mr... Morse.

Quite expensive.

I, uh, I couldn't, uh, borrow it, I suppose, could I?

For a day or so?

On the strength of buying me a programme.

It isn't a bodleian.

A day or so?

At most.

I just thought I should mention it. Oh, well, you know what these Godbothers are

like, Bob.

They want to believe we're all pure and driven slush.

Yeah, all the same. Look, it's done and dusted.

You were there when Parnell coughed.

Karen Anderson was a blonde.

So was the other two.

You know, Chief Inspector Morse always reckons... Look, I know where Morse is

coming from.

It was our collar, Bob.

Yours and mine.

That's what he can't handle.

Oh, I don't think he's... You know, means anything. He's just...

You're too loyal.

He's held you back for years.

You do all the legwork, he gets all the glory. Am I wrong?

I wouldn't put it like that. Well, I would.

Everyone down the nick knows you should have made Inspector by now.

Hello?

Oh, you're still here, huh?

Thought you'd have been home long since.

I thought I'd call in at the Trout on the way back for a pint. I wondered if

you... I've just thought I'd go to the Eagle with DTI Johnson.

Ah, well, another time.

How did you get on?

At the prison.

Oh, all right.

Yeah, pretty opening shot.

I've set the wrong call once too often. I see.

I've been thinking...

As you used to say, something doesn't add up.

George Daly, the man who found Karen Anderson's overnight bag... Let it go,

I know you don't believe Parnell killed... I know, I know. You were there

he confessed.

Well,

I'm sure you're right.

Mr. Daly.

You were working at Blenheim when you found Karen's overnight bag.

I still work there.

Thank you.

How did you come to find the bag?

He made a statement when he handed it in.

He knows that.

Just found it driving into work.

Nine under an edge by the road. Couldn't miss it.

No.

But you had, hadn't you?

You see, the last sighting we have of Karen Anderson is on the 24th of July,

day of the pop concert, and you didn't find her bag until the 30th, the day

after her disappearance was announced on the local news.

So? I just wondered how her bag could be lying about for six days without you or

anyone else noticing it, if you couldn't miss it.

You think I'm lying?

Confused, perhaps, about when you found it.

Look, I told you.

I found it on my way to work.

Then how could you have missed it for six days?

The case is closed, isn't it?

That's what he said on the box, that copper I saw, Johnson.

If he thought there was anything iffy, why hasn't him come round?

Yes, well, I'm sorry to trouble you. I just... You just what?

He doesn't know you're here, does he?

Well, he will now, mate. I'm telling you.

What do you want? Nothing.

I was all right.

We're going out. Where?

Build a bloody car. Where do you think?

Don't talk to her like that.

You want this?

Well, keep that shut.

What the hell did you think you were doing?

What did I say to you only yesterday?

And last night you go round and you question this... What's his name? George

Daly, sir. Daly, thank you, Johnson.

And practically accuse him of murdering Karen Anderson. I merely asked him.

You've no right to merely ask him anything.

All right, Johnson.

Now, get this straight, Morse.

The Parnell murders are not, were not, and never will be your case. I didn't

him about Stephen Parnell.

You question him about Karen Anderson. Karen Anderson was not murdered by

Stephen Parnell, sir.

In a few days, Stephen Parnell will be buried and forgotten. I don't want the

truth buried with it. The truth? Parnell murdered couples, sir.

He struck after dark and left his victims at the scene of the crime.

Karen Anderson was single.

She came to Oxford on a day trip, alone.

She disappeared in the middle of the afternoon and her body has never been

found. God's sake, she's at the bottom of Blenheim Lake!

She's not in Blenheim! She never was!

She's in white and wood. We should be searching. White? All right.

I've heard enough.

Can't you get it into your head the case is closed?

Parnell confessed.

He retracted his confession.

He what?

Parnell retracted his confession.

His last words as he lay dying were to the prison chaplain.

Not the last, not the girl. His words.

Is that true, Johnson?

Strained.

All right, we're on our way.

The body's been found.

Out at Blenheim.

Be about ten o 'clock.

I opened up the gate, let the estate tractor in, and he followed it through.

Was that his usual time?

Well, honestly, you didn't expect to see him here at all today.

I mean, by rights, he should have been over at Lansdale.

Right.

What's he doing here?

I'm assigning Morse investigating officer on this, Johnson.

What is this, give a dog a bone week? I want someone to give me the full

picture, not just edited highlights.

So, you told him.

Well, good old faithful Bob.

I prefer Robbie, actually, to be honest.

Or Sergeant Lewis.

I'm going out on a limb for you here, matey.

Don't let me down.

I want to see all the material on Karen Anderson's murder.

Anderson?

DCI Johnson won't like it. If he'd done his job properly in the first place, we

wouldn't be here now.

You stopped looking.

You were both set on Parnell and you stopped looking.

OK.

Deceased is one George Morris Daly, a gardener on the estate.

He was seen arriving for work about ten by the gateman, a Mr Williams.

Mr Williams was also the one who discovered his body.

Let's have statements and paths from everybody on the grounds, all right?

about them up at the house, Sarge?

Them up at the house.

Constable Renton are away.

Holidays, is it?

Wilkie, Fairbridge, start looking into known associates.

Sarge. Dranks, Clough, can you concentrate on vehicles seen coming onto

leaving this day?

Renton, you're on the weapon and the bullet.

Right, it's now 1 .30. Let's reconvene at the station half -by.

Lewis, didn't you put anyone on the gate?

Before you go, can I have that lady? I'm sorry, madam.

The gardens are closed today.

Excuse the ill health.

I beg your pardon?

Do you know where I might find a detective chief inspector?

Looks like Maus.

Maus.

Detective chief inspector Maus.

Dr. Hobson, how do you do?

The pathologist?

Well, I haven't come to see the bouncy castle.

He's been dead about three or four hours.

Probably closer to four.

Yes, we know it happened sometime between 10 and 11 .15.

Oh, do you?

We have a witness who heard the shot, the gatekeeper.

Perhaps you'd prefer him to perform the post -mortem and our man the gates for

the rest of the afternoon.

Death would have been instant, would it, Doctor? It occurred instantaneously,

Lewis, or was instantaneous, if you must.

Coffee may be instant, death may not.

Yes, Sergeant, it would have been instant.

Probably do best to concentrate your search for the bullet, what's left of

in that general direction.

The shell case, if he ejected it, will be over that way. You're certain the

came from that direction?

Yes.

You can seek a second opinion from your gatekeeper, of course.

But he could have been spun round by the impact, couldn't he?

People drop when they are hit, Chief Inspector. They don't spin or fly

the air in slow motion. They drop.

I should have the initial results for you from the PM by five.

Please don't be late.

I'm

Dr.

Alan Harding, gentlemen.

Birth of Lansdale. How do you do? How do you do?

Do I, um... I attended a concert here two nights ago.

Of course.

You bought...

Claire's program.

I'm sorry if my arrival put a dampeners on anything.

I was rather under the impression that you and she were... Oh, good heavens.

thought that would amuse her.

Claire's my sister -in -law. The only passion we share is for music.

Daily would usually come by today, yes, but I'm afraid he was a law unto himself

when he came to timekeeping.

So why did he keep him on? Oh, he's a very good gardener.

It's difficult to find people like that at a price a college can afford.

What exactly did he do here?

A bit of this, bit of that. He kept his lawns trimmed, odd spot of pruning.

How did he, um... He was shot.

I see.

Um, look, this is rather difficult, but, um,

Mr. Daly's arrangement with us was, how shall I put it, um, freelance. He

wasn't... college staff in the strictest sense, do you see?

I'm not about to go running to the taxman, Dr. Harvey.

You were aware he was working at Blenheim, then?

Yes, yes, that's right.

This is where we keep all the gardening things.

If you want any further information, I'm sure my secretary will be able to

oblige, but I'm afraid I must get back. Yes, thank you for your time.

Why do you reckon he was at Blenheim, then, sir?

Everyone else seems to be under the impression he should have been here.

As Dr Harding says, George Daly was a law unto himself when it came to

timekeeping. Yeah, it isn't time, though, is it, sir? It's a place.

He shouldn't have been at Blenheim at all.

Hello. It's Harding.

Good morning.

I'm looking for some information on one of the estates I believe you act for,

Whiteham Woods.

Oh, yes.

And you are?

Morse. Detective Chief Inspector Morse.

Well, you've picked a good day for it, Chief Inspector. This is Dave Michaels,

Head Forester at Whiteham.

Dave, this is Chief Inspector Morse.

The wood was acquired by the university from Colonel Fennell, 2F.

He gifted it to them back in 42.

Is it open to the general public?

If you want to walk on the land, you're supposed to have a permit.

Not that many of the students bother with such formalities.

It's a popular, trysting place with the young.

What if we wanted to search it? It'd need to apply to us in writing.

What would you be searching for, exactly?

I can't say at this time.

Well, Whitam's a big place, Chief Inspector.

Whatever you're looking for, if you're to make any headway, you'd need a guide.

Yes, I was going to say, if you've an afternoon free, I'd be happy to take you

round.

Nice.

That's a lot, dear.

All the material relating to Karen Anderson.

I didn't realise there'd be this much.

DCI Johnson was quite methodical.

Methodical. Tell me, Lewis, what in your infinite wisdom did you and DCI Johnson

make of this?

The fourth thing you hear again, M.

Was this a postcard?

Just a postcard.

Well, it didn't figure in the Parnell investigation.

And this did?

No. It's personal effects.

From a bed set in Swindon, sir.

Now, what about these?

It was a hobby fan, taking pictures according to the landing.

It was the landlady who reported her missing, wasn't it? Yeah.

Didn't her parents want anything?

Well, we never managed to trace any family.

DCI Johnson said we should hold on to all this till after the trial, you know,

in case anybody came forward. Most of it's statements from motorists.

Motorists? Well, she went missing just after Parnell murdered his second

We set up spot checks on all roads leading to places popular with courtly

couples. And this was the bag Daly found?

That lady said she was wearing a neckerchief that colour when she set

Roger.

Well, you'd better make a start.

I went through all this stuff at the time, sir. What is it I'm looking for

exactly? Something besides her bag that connects Karen Anderson to George Daly.

Landed the spadework again, Sergeant.

Must seem like old time.

Hello?

Hello.

I was looking for David Michaels.

Oh, he's out in the woods.

I'm Mrs. Michaels.

Do you have any idea when he might be back?

By dark.

Can I give him a message?

Just say that Chief Inspector Morse came by.

He's not done anything wrong, has he?

No, no, nothing like that.

I was wondering if a man called George Daly ever did any work out here.

What? What sort of work?

Gardening.

Gardening?

Well, this is a wood. Yes.

Yes, it's just that it's possible that he may have done some casual work for

Forestry Commission.

Oh.

Well, Dave's never mentioned him to me.

Why don't you give him a ring?

He'll be back tonight.

Yeah. Yes, I'll do that.

Thank you.

It's very nice here.

So it does.

Certainly got about a bit.

Pictures here from all over the country.

But none of her?

Yeah, just this one.

I also found these.

They don't tie directly to Daly, but they're dated.

Camera burned the time on.

As far as I can make out, she was up here twice at least in the three months

leading up to her loss visit.

Maybe she had a boyfriend.

Then where are the pictures of him?

Past his camera shop.

How did you come to miss these the first time, given the methodical nature of

DCI Johnson's investigation?

Well, we had Parnell.

This time device,

whatever it is, you set it each time you take an exposure, is that it?

No, it's automatic.

Then show me how it works.

On what?

On her camera.

Well, we never found the camera.

At the time, we thought that Parnell had probably squirrelled it away somewhere.

Parnell didn't go in for souvenirs.

Well, there was another bed for it.

It wouldn't be.

Look at the picture. She'd never have come up here and left it behind.

It should have been with her.

For overnight back.

No wonder he was cagey.

Sir?

Where did your husband find Karen Anderson's overnight back, Mrs Bailey?

Well, he said, Blenheim.

It wasn't the only thing he found, was it?

There was a camera, wasn't there?

There weren't no name on it.

Nothing to say it was anything to do with her.

Next to the bag.

He thought, you know, find it, paper it.

Was there any film in it?

He burned it.

He promised Philip a camera for his birthday, see, but we were a bit short.

Burning it, a bit extreme.

Why didn't you just throw it away?

We had a cold great there until last year.

You heard a fire going in the middle of summer.

What do you want?

The truth.

I'm trying to find out who murdered your husband, Mrs. Daly.

He had the film developed.

Here.

It's all right, Mum.

A boyfriend, do you think?

I thought you'd ruled out a boyfriend.

Only because there were no pictures of him.

So why didn't he come forward when she went missing?

Why, indeed, Lewis.

Do you think this is Oxford?

Oh, it's Oxford, all right. It's preceded chronologically by photographs

Merton.

Wadham and Lonsdale. But where? That's the thing.

Any others of him?

Yes.

It would appear they went later that afternoon to some woods.

Blenheim, do you think?

I think Whiteham, Lewis.

That's where her body is.

One bunch of trees is much the same as another, isn't it?

Wouldn't we be better off looking for the house that belongs to this guard?

What we should be looking for, Lewis, is this man.

Karen Anderson's murderer.

Come here, you.

I've missed you.

Oh, you've been baking.

I smell it in your hair. You smell good enough to eat. Oh, and you stink of

sweat and powder.

Oh, I thought you liked that.

Cat. When you washed up...

Policeman came by.

More.

Oh, him.

Oh, you know him?

Yeah, he stopped by the land registry yesterday.

He must have a look over the woods.

I said I'd take him round.

You was asking after a man called Daly.

Daly?

Never heard of him.

Now then, what else have you been up to today then?

Besides baiting?

Come in.

Forensic have got a partial print from the inside of Anderson's camera, sir.

They're checking it against Philip and George Daly.

Right. And what about the bullet?

Not recovered yet.

Morning, sir.

Shouldn't you be out at Blenheim?

Yes, sir.

Well, get to it, then.

Had a blow -up done.

It looks a bit odd.

In what way?

There it is, the roof line.

Couldn't really see it on the 5x3s.

But it looks like it's sort of bending in the middle.

Trick of the lens, maybe.

I mean, roofs don't bend.

But they do, don't they?

In part, yeah.

So, which one is it?

One owned by a man with the initial M, perhaps.

Excuse me, Matt.

No, please.

Do you have to do this now? I have a patient waiting.

It'll not take a moment, Mr... McBride.

What is it you do here, Mr McBride? I'm an osteopath.

All coming into its own now, isn't it, this alternative new age medicine?

There's nothing new age about osteopathy.

It's one of the most ancient methods of healing known to man.

Yeah, of course.

It's only now you're seeing it coming onto the box office.

How long have you lived in Parktown, Mr McBride?

Two years.

Do you remember where you were on the 24th of July last?

I doubt it.

Can you?

If it was a weekday, I'd have been here treating my patients.

Did you ever know a young woman called Karen Anderson?

Doesn't ring a bell.

There's a photograph of her.

It might help.

No, I'm sorry. Who is she? What about this man?

I've never seen him before.

How about this one, Mr. McBride? Slightly better picture.

That was taken here in your garden just after two o 'clock on the 24th of July

last. On Miss Anderson's camera.

I'd say...

She stood about here.

And you don't know either of them?

His name is Dr. James Mighton.

He'd been a fairly long -term patient.

You see, one gets to talking.

Locker room stuff.

You know what men are like. We, um... We discovered a mutual interest.

In what?

Photography.

Picking pictures, which is how we came to know Karen.

What sort of pictures are we talking about?

Glamour.

Pornography.

Erotica. Semantics, Mr McBride. We weren't interested in anything smutty.

Just lingerie. A bit of top -off work.

We thought it would be something of a wheeze to put together an advert for a

model.

So Karen Anderson came to Oxford that Sunday for a photographic session at

house. Is that what you're saying?

Yes.

I didn't realise anything had happened to her until they'd arrested the...

Parnell. And why didn't you come forward?

Well, you'd got him, hadn't you?

You and Myton decided discretion was a better part of that.

No, no. The next session wasn't scheduled until the following month, by

time it had come out she'd been murdered.

Dr. Myton and I haven't contacted each other since.

You still have the pictures you took?

No, when I heard what had happened, I got rid of them.

It seemed ghoulish to keep them.

Was anyone else with you that afternoon, Mr. McBride?

Besides Myton?

No.

Like who?

Oh, good afternoon, madam.

Detective Sergeant Lewis, Thames Valley. Is it Jenny?

You found something out?

No.

No. It's all right, Lynn. It's all right, darling.

It's the police, Alan. It's news.

No, no, no. It's a college matter. They've come to see me. I thought... No.

know, darling. I know.

I'm sorry, Alan.

That's all right. It's all right now. Why don't you make us some tea?

Come in.

Your wife's expecting a visit from the police, is it, sir?

My wife, I'm afraid, is always expecting a visit from the police, Sergeant.

It's Jenny, you see.

She was our daughter.

We lost her.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yes, sir.

Knocked off her bike, coming down Cumberhill, hit and run.

My wife, Lynn.

Well, you saw.

Could we...

I mean, I'm sorry, but can we talk about something else? I find it very

difficult. What time did you get into college yesterday morning?

What time did I?

About midday.

And before that?

I went shopping with Claire, Mrs Osborne. She helps me out with Lynn.

I'm afraid I'm not very good with day -to -day things. Did you know Mr Daly

outside of work, Dr Harding?

No.

You're sure?

Town and gown, Chief Inspector, town and gown. Can't imagine we mixed in the

same circle.

What about a young woman named Karen Anderson?

Did you know her?

Who?

What about this man?

Never seen him before.

You do know a second Crescent, though, in Parktown.

Mr Alistair McBride, he was treating you for sciatica.

Can you help us with that, Dr. Harding?

No, that's fine, darling.

That's fine.

We'll help ourselves.

That was cheap.

I'm not interested in the rights and wrongs of a group of men taking glamour

pictures, Dr. Harding. My concern lies with Karen Anderson's murder.

But she was murdered by Parnell, wasn't she?

Mr McBride said you left Second Crescent that afternoon with Karen and this man.

And Dr Mighton, where did he go?

Mighton gave me a lift into town.

They went on to the station, I suppose.

Mighton usually dropped her off.

They went to Whiteham Woods.

Whiteham, really?

Well... It's more than likely they'd been there before. Did you ever go with

them? No, never.

Look, I'm not proud of what I did, but I just... I mean, you can understand.

With Lynn, I couldn't come forward. The one thing Mr McBride couldn't provide us

with, Dr Harding, was an address for the good Dr Mighton, but he thought you

might know.

Do excuse the ten... They're alone for themselves.

Do you know what Dr. Mighton was doing in Oxford? He was over from South

undertaking some research at one of the colleges, I believe.

How long was his let?

Until Christmas.

He went back to South Africa?

In the August, yes.

It's our furnished flat, as you can see.

He left four months before the end of his let.

Did he leave a forwarding address? No, just paid all his bills up until the end

of the year and went.

Are you looking yourself?

Property, that is.

No.

No, no. Sir?

Ah, yes.

The pictures.

There are quite a number of them.

We thought he might get in touch to have them sent on.

These are Dr. Mighton's, then?

Oh, yes, sir.

They're Mighton's.

You think M stands for Mighton?

Don't you?

No, all right. But why White and Wood?

I look forward to seeing you here again. Where do you think here was?

Oxford, obviously. Did any of you ever consider that what was on the front of

the card was equally as important as what was on the back?

It's just a picture.

The Woodman's Daughter by Millais Lewis. It's pronounced Millais, one of the Pre

-Raphaelite Brotherhood.

So? Unlike some, Millais was minutely accurate in his research.

I had a feeling there was some specific Oxford connection to the woman's

daughter, so I got hold of a book on the Pre -Raphaelites.

What's that got to do with here?

I quote, Mrs Joanna Matthews, a friend of the artist, wrote in her diary of

that Millais was hard at work painting the background of his picture from

nature.

In Whiteham Woods.

Search them? As soon as possible.

What's this? It's you, Lewis, and a metal detector, is it? Because there's

way the Chief Constable will wear an operation of this size. I've thought of

that, sir. I propose we draft in a contingent of specials.

Whiteham's one hell of a ricochet for your Blenheim bullet, isn't it?

We're not looking for the bullet, sir. We're looking for Karen Anderson.

If we find her body in Whiteham, we can discount Parnell's story about dumping

her in Blenheim Lake once and for all.

It's the better thing about something besides you proving Johnson wrong more,

I'm telling you. Karen Anderson came to Oxford to pose for pornographic

pictures. After the session, James Mighton, one of three men present, left

put her on the train home.

We have photographs of him, taken in Whiteham later that afternoon, on Karen

Anderson's camera.

Well, how does that fit in with Daly?

Rather than simply finding the bag, I think Daly saw Mighton dump it.

Do you mean Daly was blackmailing him? I believe so.

Well, he left it a bit late in the day to do something about it then, didn't

I mean, the girl was killed a year ago.

Why shoot Daly now?

Parnell's death would have left only Mighton and Daly who knew the truth.

Perhaps Daly got greedy and... If I didn't know you better, I'd say you were

busking.

I may not have all the answers yet, sir, but I'm close.

Well, you better be.

The Chief Constable isn't happy with you slipping around the Parnell case.

Meaning?

He wants to put Johnson back at the helm.

You make appeals of this, I might not be able to stop him.

What was it put you under, Whiteham, in the first place?

A painting, sir.

A painting?

Well, you better walk out of the woods with something more than just a shovel

your hand, matey, or you'll be the laughingstock of Thames Valley.

It won't be the first time. No, but it might just be the last.

I was just locking up.

I came to return your book.

You might have told me you were a policeman.

I didn't want to put you off.

You didn't come to the bookshop by accident that first time, did you?

No. Why then?

To see you again.

Alan said you were clever.

Well... He also said you were cheap.

Did he?

He probably meant shrewd.

Words aren't Alan's strong suit.

You've come to ask me if I was with him the day that wretched Daily Fellow was

shot. Were you?

Yes.

Alan's not really terribly practical, and with Lynn... It must be difficult

both of you.

I'll let you get on.

Did... Did you mean that?

About wanting to see me again?

I would have, but... The wedding ring.

It's to ward off unwanted admirers. Of which I am sure there are many.

But I'm not doing anything tonight.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Early start.

Well? But tomorrow.

So you think there's a lot of it we can discount? A fair bit you can't.

She's been out here a year, you say?

Shouldn't hold out too much hope.

You'd think there'd be too much of her to find.

No, this is a chap called James Mighton.

You sure? You haven't seen him anywhere around the woods?

He'd done this a year ago.

Killed this girl.

Yep.

Well, we've only been married five months.

I mean, I shouldn't think he's been back, would you?

Probably not.

It's a nice place you've got here.

Peaceful. Not for much longer, though.

I shouldn't think he'll even notice we're here.

Good boy.

Any gun, Sergeant?

Some of the tenants have shotgun rights.

I'd have to rabbit and pigeon.

Do you shoot?

No.

Can't say I'm mad keen on guns.

Got a nasty habit of going off.

It's just a tool.

Couldn't get my job done without them.

Is that right?

I didn't see... Oh, no, I keep them in the gun cabinet.

Can't leave them lying about when there's kids around.

Kid?

Oh, yeah, Captain.

Expect you.

Oh, congratulations.

Thanks.

Yeah, I, uh... So I'd better start getting in good habits.

No luck there?

No. Not yet.

Renton to base.

Renton to base.

Morse. I think you'd better come out, sir.

Not one of our designated search areas, sir.

It was one of the dogs picked it up.

Going spare, he was.

Over this way.

It's a neckerchief, sir.

We've found the lurk.

We found her.

What am I supposed to do exactly?

Put her together. Tell me how she died.

I shouldn't think there's 10 % of the skeleton there.

Animals would have dispersed the rest over a fairly wide area.

We'll start again at first light. See what else we can dig up.

It'll take some time.

I don't care how long it takes. Something happened here, Doctor. I need

what.

Better get on to the South African embassy, see if he did go home last

September. And the Met.

Start circulating his picture.

If Mighton killed Daly, he could still be in the country.

You think he's gone to London?

Sinkpot of the Empire, Lewis.

Good a place to start as any.

What about his car?

I mean, if we trace that... Johnson set up some sort of road spot check, didn't

he? Yeah, but that was before we knew Karen Anderson had disappeared.

Well, that's my point.

It's long odds, I know, but I wonder if Mighton could have been one of the

drivers they stopped and questioned.

Well, a thousand stopped it.

You don't have to sort them out right away.

Tomorrow morning we do.

Thanks, mate.

That's the life, then?

Till tomorrow.

It'll be over soon.

The place will never be the same.

They've ruined it.

New beginnings, Kathy.

All of it.

Somewhere bigger.

With a kid.

Everything be fine.

Come.

Have you always been a policeman?

I suppose so.

You must be good at it.

Chief Inspector, that's quite senior, isn't it?

Six ranks below Chief Constable.

Well... And three above a beach officer.

That's one rung up the ladder for every ten years.

Hardly a meteoric rise.

There's talk of my rank being phased out altogether.

Phased out?

In an effort to streamline the service.

When I joined, we spoke of victims and criminals.

Now it's, well, everyone is a potential customer.

It can't be as bad as all that, surely.

Once upon a time, we solved crime with a brain and a notebook.

These days, it's pie charts and laptops.

The romance is gone.

Romance?

Can you see Holmes and Moriarty plunging over the Reichenbach Falls these days?

Yeah, but he was an amateur, though, wasn't he? The fact remains, today, the

area would be sealed off and surrounded by firearms officers while a hostage

negotiator was sent for.

What will you do?

Go on to the end, like any dinosaur.

And when I have outlived my usefulness, I will be... phased out.

And then?

I'd never thought about it.

I'm not the retiring type.

Shy, perhaps, but not retiring.

Are you still here, Sergeant Lewis?

In body hair.

Well, I'd knock it off if I were you.

I'll give it another hour.

Where's Chief Inspector Mort?

A few inquiries.

You mean he's in the pub?

No, no, sir. He's on the case.

All right.

Good night, then, sir.

Good night, sir.

Thank you. It was a lovely evening.

Thank you.

Perhaps, um... You've got my number.

Good night.

How are you getting on with the traffic spot checks?

Looked like cycling to Pluto, to be honest.

I've picked up a few who said they were on their way out to Whiting.

But not Martin? No.

Hardly progress, is it?

Well, I won't hold you up any further.

I suppose the South African embassy slipped your mind, did it?

No.

I was on to them first thing, actually.

They're going to get back to me.

Where will you be if anything comes through?

Blenheim. Why don't you meet me in Woodstock for lunch? You can appraise me

any development, then.

Granted that Mr Daly should have been at Lonsdale, Mr Williams, would he

normally have been here on a normal day at ten o 'clock?

No.

George had a fancy for some bit of stuff down the garage he uses.

Well, he'd stop off there on his way in, give her a bit of chat like.

We wouldn't see him here before 11 o 'clock most days.

So that morning he was early?

Did you see this man here at all that day?

No, I don't remember seeing him on the grounds, no. Would you have noticed him

at all if he had been here?

He ain't staff, he ain't tenant.

He'd have stuck out that sore thumb.

Why is that?

We don't open to the public till 11.

Morning, sir.

Sorry to bother you.

Do you know where I can get a hold of the rest of those Woodstock Road stop

checks from the week of the 24th?

Place for everything, Sergeant.

Thanks. This isn't white man's work.

Well, someone's got to do it. Well, you're better than this, though.

Listen, I hear through the Bush Telegraph that my superintendence has

ahead. Regional crime.

I could use a good inspector.

Oh. Well, thanks very much for the offer. I don't take any snap decisions

it. I know you have loyalties and that's highly commendable that you owe it to

yourself to consider it.

I don't want to end your days a bitter old sweat. Do you, Steve?

I mean, think about it.

Oh, good man. Good man.

A bit cloudy, is it?

Didn't you notice?

No.

Do you want me to change it for you? No.

No, it's just the bottom of the barrel, I expect.

Check, though, will you, next time?

I'll be sure to.

How are you getting on with your traffic reports?

I reckon I've done about 10%. You're not on peace work, Lewis.

Well, it is just me going through them. I appreciate that, but there is some

urgency. We are looking for a murderer.

Maybe I should be getting back, then.

You haven't finished your drink.

Oh, I've missed enough lunches on this case. One more won't count.

But it's your round.

That was my round.

Well, if you're going to quibble.

You just lose interest, don't you?

Once it's cracked, once the...

Puzzle solved.

You just sit back and leave all the tidying up to me.

It's called a division of labour, Lewis. I provide the brain and I'm left

saddled with the donkey work, aye. Well, after the Lord Mayor's show.

Thanks very much. No, I didn't mean it like that.

I'm a detective, but I leave the policing to you. It's what you're good

The details.

Sorry, Chief Inspector, but so far all that's arrived looks to be right foot,

shoulder blade and left tibia. There's nothing you can tell me from that?

Beyond that she probably took a size 6 shoe, no.

I'm afraid I'm stuck till anything else arrives.

Well, she'll let me know as soon as.

Of course.

Of course.

Martin, I'm sorry, I'm running a bit behind.

Give me five minutes to pick up my bag and powder my nose. I'll be right with

you. Oh, no need to dress up. It's only the trout.

I understand congratulations are in order.

All from a postcard.

Shame I won't be around much longer for you to crow over.

Leaving us?

Onward and upward, Morse.

Transfer to regional crime.

Congratulations. If it's all the same with you, I'd rather you didn't sign my

leaving card.

We never did like one another.

You may feel strange, but I see exactly what you are.

The worst kind of bloody amateur.

I just got the brakes. Don't play the white man with me, Morse. All right.

You made mistakes.

Once you had Parnell and he confessed, you stopped looking.

If anyone made a fool of you, it was him.

Not me.

Lewis, what are you doing here? I've got something there.

A car. Stopped on the Whiteman Road on the 25th.

The day after Karen Anderson disappeared.

Mightn't. Oh, no, it's not mightn't.

Isn't it a surprise?

They said at Lonsdale he'd gone home. Is he here?

Chief Inspector.

I think you might prefer to talk to us in Mrs. Osborne's absence, Doctor.

What?

What? What is it? What's wrong?

Dr. Harding?

This is ridiculous. I'm staying where I am. I have no secrets from Claire.

As you wish.

Mighton didn't drop you off in the town on the 24th, did he?

You went to Whiteham Woods with him and Karen Anderson.

What?

No. Don't lie to me, Dr. Harding. You were stopped and questioned by the

on the Whiteham Road the 25th, the day after. I was just on the road, on my way

to... You told them you were on your way to Whiteham Woods.

Why did you go back there?

To bury Karen Anderson? I'd hardly tell them I was going there if that was my

intention. Why did you go back?

You can't prove I went there. I can prove you were one of McBride's camera

I said you were cheap.

Would you prefer Sergeant Lewis to caution you? Then we can continue at the

station.

That won't be necessary.

Martin didn't give me a lift.

I followed him in my own car.

I took some photographs and then I left.

Martin made it pretty clear he wanted to be alone with her.

And what did you do?

I drove home.

When I got back, I realised I'd lost one of my camera lenses. It was too dark to

go back and look for it then, so I went back the next day, which is when I was

stopped by the police. True, Morse.

He did go back. I went with him.

There's no record of you being in the car, Mrs Osborne.

Well, that's an oversight on the part of the policeman that stopped us.

No, I'm afraid not.

You see, if you had been in the car, then Dr Harding would never have been

stopped. We were only stopping men travelling alone. Do you also lie about

with Dr Harding on the morning George Daly was shot, Mrs Osborne?

We went shopping.

Where? Which shops exactly?

What did you buy? Did you pay by cash or credit card? Stop it.

Where were you, Dr Harding?

Where he's been every Tuesday since January.

With her.

At the Marlborough Hotel on the Woodstock Road.

Lynn, it's all right.

There had to be someone.

If it hadn't been you, then it wouldn't have been a stranger.

Poor Alan.

Well, you'll find us in a register.

That's Mr and Mrs Nash.

I'm glad to see you observed the social niceties of adultery. Don't dare presume

to judge us.

Have you any idea? I'd like you to leave my house, Chief Inspector.

You have no further business here.

We will check.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

Someone is always sorry.

I want to know what time they booked in, booked out, if they had room service.

Right.

Sergeant Lewis?

Yeah. It's for you. Dr.

Hobbs.

Morse.

Can't you tell me now over the phone?

Bones have been pretty well scattered by animals, but we've been able to recover

about 70 % of the skeleton, as you can see.

Pelvis and right femur have been found. Came in within the hour.

Do you know how she died?

It's not a scene.

What? It's the man.

It can't be.

Incontestable, I'm afraid.

Mid -thirties, Caucasian, about 5 '6", slim built, brachycephalic and fair

-haired.

How did he die?

Just take a look at the scar.

Orbital ridges and forehead all but gone.

That was never done by an animal.

Someone bashed his face in.

They also found a watch. It's been sent to forensic for examination.

But I did hear that it was engraved JM.

Does that mean anything to you?

Your main objection, if I recall, to Parnell being responsible for Karen

Anderson's murder was the fact that she was single.

No boyfriend.

But Martin wasn't her boyfriend, sir. Not in the proper sense.

But Parnell didn't have proper sense, though, did he?

The way the Chief Constable reads it, and I can't say I disagree with him, is

that Parnell comes upon him, a girl in the altogether, most like, and the

fellow... Well, we can't rule out any funny business, can we?

No.

I'm sorry, but all you've done is go round the world to prove Johnson was

in the first place. Parnell murdered Karen Anderson.

If that's so, sir, who killed George Daly?

That's no longer your problem.

I'm reaffirming the investigation to Johnson.

Johnson! Chief Constable's ordered.

It's not the way I would have wanted it, but there it is.

You're off the case.

This can wait, sir, surely.

He must have buried his father, for God's sake. Well, I think there's enough

bloody grass grown, Sergeant Lewis, don't you?

You've got a bloody nerve.

Came to offer my condolences, that's all.

This isn't your investigation anymore.

Let's have him, Sergeant.

Just do it, man.

Him.

Philip, murder isn't about postcards and tarts in ivory towers, Morse.

It's about inadequate, stupid people doing inadequate, stupid things.

Not too much of a snob to see it. I lack your flair for the grotesque,

certainly. Arresting at his father's wake.

Well, if you'd have done your homework, you'd have known the boy had form.

A bit of juvenile car crime.

Robbery think he was involved in rolling over two farmhouses out at Cowley.

The 243 rifle was stolen from one of them. Get the picture.

Hey! You want us to do our job or do you want to be taken in for breach of the

peace? Lewis.

Philip! Excuse me. Hey!

It's all right, Mum. Let's take him away.

I'll be all right. I'll come with you. No, you stay here. I'll be all right.

Philip!

Philip!

What's going on?

Why are you taking him in?

They think he shot his father.

It's not true, I know.

But for me to prove that, I need your help.

He collected everything.

About the murder.

He was obsessed by it.

By that girl whose bag he found.

He had pictures.

Of Karen Anderson?

Off of her film.

Didn't think I knew, but I did.

Out in the woods in her birthday suit.

You should have given them to me with the rest. Yeah, and let the whole world

know he'd rather look at some little scrubber than his wife.

Could I see them?

No. I really did burn them this time.

I loved him, you know.

When we were married, he was a catch.

I wasn't going to do any better.

All the girls fancied him rotten and George, he fancied them right back.

He didn't keep it to just fancying them, did he?

You put up with some things, don't you?

Close your eyes to it.

But... Mrs. Daly, I need to try

and trace his movements over the last few days before the shooting.

Can you remember if he did anything out of the ordinary?

Any break in his routine?

No.

The day you come?

He went off to Blenheim for work in the morning, came home, you came round, then

he went out again.

Where did he go?

Ah, Lewis, I wondered... Sorry, Chris.

DPI Johnson's waiting with you in the interview. It's important.

Were there any petrol receipts found on George Daly's body or in the van?

Petrol receipts? He could claim back his petrol.

Everything was cleared out of his van, bagged and tagged.

What do you want his receipts for?

I want to find out which garage he used.

Well, where he bought his petrol is academic, surely. We've got Philip down

the interview room, sir. According to Mrs Daly, her husband went out the night

before he was shot to fill up the van.

What? The gatekeeper of Benham says he used to get petrol on his way to work in

the morning at the same garage.

There was some cashier he used to flirt with, apparently.

So you don't think he went out of the garage that evening? Is that what you

said? He filled up in the morning. There was no need to go out again in the

evening. So where do you think he went?

I think he went to White and Woods.

White?

God's sake, she's still out there, Lewis. We found Myton, but not the girl.

There's no one out there but Mr and Mrs Myton. Why the hell should Daly want to

see them? He didn't go to meet them.

Well, who then?

Who was the last person to see Myton and Karen Anderson alive in Whiter Woods?

Harding. Oh, no.

I'm sorry, sir, I've gone along with it. But, you know, first Daly's the

murderer, then he shows up dead.

Then it was Myton, now Harding.

You know, enough's enough.

Daly knew Harding. Now, if Harding had dumped the bag at Blenheim and Daly saw

him... You won't have it that Johnson and me got it right first time, will

It was Parnell killed Mighton and the girl. Did Daly have any petrol receipts?

You're no longer involved in this investigation, sir.

You got it wrong, you're about to get it wrong again.

I got it right.

That's what you can't stomach.

It's never about Johnson. This is about you and me.

You and me?

Yes. I'd prove myself a decent detective, but you're such a bloody

self -centred bastard, you'd rather die than ever admit it.

I once thought you'd make a decent detective, Lewis, given the right

encouragement.

But it seems you have neither the wit nor the imagination. In that respect,

and Johnson are a well -matched pair.

Well, perhaps it's just as well I'm leaving then, isn't it?

What?

Johnson's offered me a place in his regional crime squad. I've accepted.

It means rank now. I don't want to end me days as a bitter old sweat DS.

Well... As you say.

Perhaps it's time to go. Congratulations.

But be careful what you wish for.

How's that?

There's always a price to pay, Lewis.

Always.

When you were... Johnson a snaggly installed at regional crime, you might

how, when he'd been six foot under since July, Mighton was able to pay off his

bills in August.

Seek and ye shall find.

I need to know if he came in here that evening.

No, sorry, mate, I couldn't tell you.

I wasn't on that day, see?

You have security film, though.

We reuse these about every seven days, usually.

You're lucky.

Because if you'd have come tomorrow, it'd have been gone over.

You wanted to kill him, Philip, didn't you?

No.

Why were you late to school?

I've told you, I missed the bus and I had a walk.

No, no, you cycled out to Blenheim and shot him. That's why you're late.

No. Where's the rifle?

What rifle? Well, the one you nicked from Treadborough Farm out by Cowley.

remember. I don't know what you're talking about. Why did you do it?

I didn't. You're close to your mother.

Was that it?

Not going to buy a bit, was he?

No. Was it you? Was he on your case, nagging, don't do this, don't do that?

dad was like that. I expect he had a lot to put up with.

Let me, Philip, and I'll bounce you off the wall.

Boy thinks he's a comedian, Bob.

Can I have a word, sir?

Hmm? A word, please, now.

That was an assault just in place in there. Big boys rule, Sergeant. I

could stand on you.

Yeah, but he's not Parnell. He's a kid.

He murdered his father. I can crack him. No, no, we're on the wrong track.

You mean the wrong track.

It's Mighton, sir.

Mighton's bills.

Mighton?

Who's it talking?

Morse? No, in August.

He pays his let and all his bills off right through to the end of the year.

So? Well, it would have been damn difficult given that he was dead from

of July.

Someone went out of their way to give the impression that James might move

alive. I think it's time we found out who Come back here sergeant

Oh

sergeant Louis You're here on Chief Inspector Morse's behalf, I take it?

Chief Inspector Morse? He called earlier.

Asking us to look into how Dr. Maitland settled his account.

Took us some time to find.

But it appears the sum was paid on his behalf by a friend.

The name on the letter says McBride.

McBride? Indeed.

But the cheque was drawn against an account in a different name entirely.

Excuse me!

Hello?

Yeah. Is Luke's time code accurate?

Yeah.

The bloke you're looking for has meant to be in in the evening, hasn't he?

George Daly came to see you the night before he was shot, didn't he?

No. How much did he ask for to keep his mouth shut?

I don't know what you mean.

He was blackmailing you.

No, why would he? He saw you dump Karen Anderson's bag at Blenheim.

You wanted something more that afternoon than just poses, didn't you? No.

No, that's... She broad -minded, but not that broad -minded. What happened at

Whiteham Woods? Oh, you tell me, Chief Inspector.

Karen Anderson went to Whiteham Woods with James Myton to have sex.

You felt slighted, jealous, angry.

Don't judge me by your own inadequacies. You fought with him over it. No!

You hit him over the head with a stone and you went on hitting him. That was

only way you could have him. I left them alive and well!

You didn't go back the next day to retrieve your camera lens. You went back

bury the body. It wasn't like that!

Then what was it like?

When I went back...

I found Mighton lying there.

You can't imagine.

So much blood.

So much.

His face was gone.

I'd just been stopped by the police looking for the Lovers Lane killer.

He could have been there, watching me. I got out of there as fast as I could.

I don't believe you.

Then charge me.

Where's Liz?

She's gone home. What do you want her for?

The man you're looking for is the birther of Lonsdale, Dr. Alan Hardy.

Daly was blackmailing him. You're like a broken record, Morse. Does the name

Stephen Parnell ring any bells with you? Listen, Jonathan, I'm giving you and

Louis a chance to redeem your reputation.

The night before he was shot, Daly had a meeting with Harding to discuss firms.

Go on. The next morning, he drove out somewhere and met with Harding to

his money.

Harding shot him. Daly was found at Blenheim, Morse.

But it's not where he was shot.

That's why we've never found the bullet.

The gatekeeper saw him arrive.

The gatekeeper saw Daly's van arrive.

It drove in behind a tractor.

But Harding was at the wheel wearing Daly's hat and coat.

I thought Lewis's variation on a theme was stupid enough, but I've got to hand

it to you, Morse. You've trumped it.

Lewis's variation?

You think it's Harding. He thinks it's Michaels.

What? Some bloody check or other.

I thought old Bob had a bit more between his ears, but it turns out he's as big

a bloody fool as you are.

Detective Sergeant Lewis is nobody's fool, Johnson, least of all yours.

Good evening, Mrs. Lewis. This is Chief Inspector Morse. Is Sergeant Lewis

there?

I see.

All right.

Well, could you ask him to call me as soon as he gets home?

Thank you.

This came through for you and Sergeant Lewis, sir.

Result from the lab on the print lifted from Anderson's camera.

Girl called Kate Burns.

Shot her father when she was 15.

Sir, seven years. First in a young offender's establishment, later at

Wood.

Do me that.

Get hold of Sergeant Lewis. Have him meet me at the Michaels' cottage.

I'd already left her.

I know that, Brenton, but he only lived 20 minutes away. He should be home any

moment. Keep trying him until... No, I meant he's already left for the

Michaels'. He's gone to White and Wood.

243, is it, sir?

What is it you want it for, then?

Routine, Mr. Morgan.

Just the one, sir?

Just the one.

Has it been fired recently?

Of course it has. I use it for work.

Then it's definitely the only one you've got, sir.

You're calling me a liar, Sergeant.

Not while you've got a gun in your hands, I know.

You're not going to hold on to it too long, Sergeant. I do need it for work.

Of course, sir.

Get it back to you as soon as we can.

Well, if that's all, then.

There was just one last thing.

Yes?

You paid off James Mighton's bills, Mr. Miles.

Why was that?

Why would you want to give the impression he was alive long after he

Unless you'd killed him.

I didn't.

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

You killed them both, didn't you?

My nan, Karen Anderson.

Look, mate, I played a straight bat with you. You dumped Karen Anderson's bag at

Blenheim to frame Stephen Parnell.

But George Daly saw you, didn't he?

I don't know anyone called Daly.

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

No, Kath.

You know...

Mrs. Michaels?

No, he don't. He's just... He knows.

Kath, don't. Please.

I'm not going back.

Mrs. Michaels, I don't know what you think, but that's not going to solve

anything. Shut up! Give me the gun, Kath, eh?

It's over.

Not him. Look, Mighton knew how to. They'll understand that. He tried to

her. It was self -defense.

You're Karen Anderson?

I found her in the woods after.

I brought her home. It was me buried, Mike, and I dumped the bag, too.

Hey, look, come on, Kath.

I was there for you then, wasn't I?

I'll be there for you now. Where were you when Daly came round?

Daly?

You know this bloke?

He saw me at the garage when I went to get petrol.

Where were you then?

Where were you when Daly came round here?

He came out.

What did he want?

What do any of you want?

I said you were due home.

That he should come back in the morning.

You killed him.

He was standing right where you are now.

I didn't think I'd ever get him back in the van.

Heavy.

Dead weight.

Oh, no, Kath, no.

I had to, don't you see? For us. Oh, my love.

What have you done?

You've got to help me now, Dave.

No, Kath.

No, I can't. Not him.

I'm not going back inside.

Just give me the gun, eh, love? I'm not going back.

Think what we've got. Don't throw that away. Think about our baby.

There is no baby.

Come on, Kath. I've looked after you, haven't I? I'll look after you now.

Turn around.

Look. We've got to go with him, Kath. Just give me the gun, eh? Turn around!

Kath, think of our baby!

There is no baby!

Pick him up.

You're driving.

You need help. Help?

I've had enough help for one lifetime.

Mrs. Michaels. Just speak and keep your mouth shut.

All right, that's enough.

Put them in.

Turn round.

I've got a family.

Wife and kids, for God's sake. Turn round!

Have it your own way. Kate!

Kate?

It's finished.

Sir! Shut up! It's all right, Lewis.

Listen, Kate.

Kate, Dan!

Daddy killed her.

He called it love.

Daddy's special love.

He wanted it to be our secret.

Don't tell Mum, Kate.

I was ten the first time.

Mightn't have tried to rape you, didn't they?

It's what you all want.

You're like pigs at the trough.

You're not happy looking. You've got a touch.

Did David Michaels never ask you for anything?

He would have let me go back.

Mightn't.

Would have been self -defense.

Who'd have believed me?

I'd already killed Dad.

I couldn't go back there.

Give me the gun. I won't borrow it. Look at me, Kate.

It's over.

I'm not going back.

Then you'd better shoot me.

Do it.

I thought I'd feel something.

Anything.

You can... feel too much, you know?

She'd feel something.

I killed her.

She couldn't have gone back.

It's probably better this way.

Better?

is at peace now.

Glass is always half full to you, isn't it, Lewis?

If you can meet with triumph and disaster, sir, and treat those two

just the same.

Keep playing.

All England lawn tennis associations.

It's written up above the players' entrance.

Send a call.

So it is.