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I'd almost given up on you.

You'd better come in.

Sir.

Well, well, well, you dirty devil.

Sandra Harrison?

You said tonight.

Can't you finish it tomorrow? I could do with some comforting.

Everything else is in working order.

Lois Winstead. Sorry, sir?

Lois Winstead.

Right you are. No need to shout.

Work as you can.

Thank you, sir.

Anything? Not yet, sir.

Okay.

Make sure you get the... Yeah.

That's fine, I'll be strong, though.

Looks like a love letter

Time

to pump you up, good sir

You should start taking it easy.

I do.

I take it very easy from you.

Will you come and see me?

For some post -operative therapy.

I'm a terrible chatterbox, but I'm sure you can think of a way to shut me up.

Lower Twinstedt? What, the Yvonne Harrison murder, last year?

Bit of a dead duck, I thought. Well, it's just quacked again.

Why are anonymous letters always written in capitals, Lewis?

I don't know, sir. Why are anonymous letters always... It's not a joke.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Sit down.

You should have looked longer in the village to find out who'd done that nerf

thing. Yvonne Harrison, I mean.

The bloke you had...

Bullingdon on Friday.

Keep an eye on him.

A very close eye, if I were you.

P .S. See you in the Maidens if you want to buy me a pint.

Genuine?

Not just some nutter? I don't know yet.

Wasn't this the Chief Inspector's case?

Yes, briefly.

I took it over for him.

I didn't think he was temperamentally suited to it.

Well, I was away on my Inspector's course when it happened. So you were.

Incidentally, sir, any news on that front?

I've been waiting for quite a while, and after all the effort I've put in... I

know, I know. Flying colours, too.

Very commendable.

But inspectors' vacancies don't grow on trees.

Well, isn't more scope?

Oh, damn it, steady the buffs.

You've still got two more months to serve.

Patience is a virtue, Lewis.

Yes, sir.

And he starts back tomorrow on full duties, and I don't want you snapping at

heels. It comes to all of us.

Retirement, and it's never easy.

I thought you'd be looking forward to all that golf, sir. What I don't want is

to be put off my stroke fretting about an unsolved murder.

You want me to get in touch with the governor at Bullingdon, find out who's

for release tomorrow?

Oh, I've done that.

And there's only one with a possible connection with this case, and that's

Reb, habitual housebreaker.

He was sent down for a 12 -month, just after the murder.

What's the connection?

Well, he comes from the Lower Swinston area, and the letter was postmarked on

there.

It's a bit tenuous. It's a start, Lewis.

I want you to keep an eye on him. See who he meets and where he goes.

And meanwhile, I've given the press boys a sniff of something new.

I've kept it vague, nothing about the letter.

But it might stir things up a bit. Anyway, it's all in there.

How do you find Morse these days?

Well, he's not a well man, is he, sir?

No, he should have packed it in 18 months ago after that first scare.

Bloody obstinate.

And he's a bit grumpy at the moment. There's no change there, then.

Oh, sorry.

Louis.

Oh, hello, sir.

I was just talking about you to the chief super.

Oh, yes, sir. All good.

Well, Mrs Stinker, please report your operation to reception.

Sandra!

You're looking especially fragrant this morning.

Am I, Phil? I know.

Sandra. How many times?

No need for the silly old handle.

Select where it's due.

I've never been keen on over -familiarity. I insist.

I really do.

Well?

I'll see you this afternoon, then.

Hmm?

Aren't you going to Dr. Wells' leaving, too?

What? Is that today?

Oh, I promised to rehearse.

Noodle that I am.

He'd have to live with the disappointment, I'm afraid.

I'm sure he'll try.

Lionel.

Yes?

Yes, Dad. I've just seen it.

Should I call Simon?

Good. Very nice, sir.

Very nice.

It's the one you gave me in hospital.

Oh, good.

Classical Charisma.

I thought you might like something a bit lighter for a change.

Nice compilation.

It's very short.

And I play it as often as I can.

Oh, don't put it off, sir, if you're enjoying it.

Coffee?

I can't stop, I'm afraid.

Is it something special?

No, no, not really.

Though, now you're here, I did notice something in the paper about that

case. A bit of a wild goose chase, if you ask me.

The super got the anonymous letter about some burglar that's due out to

Bullington tomorrow.

Wants me to keep tabs on him.

I don't think a burglar killed Yvonne Harrison.

Oh, there was a window smashed in.

And the alarm was going when the husband, Frank, is it, found it?

Louis, she was naked.

gagged, tied to a bed with her head bashed in and nothing was stolen.

Who is it, anyway?

Harry Rep.

Do you know him?

We've had a run -in or two.

He's nasty, but he's not that nasty.

Oh, none of her family looked likely, did they? The husband, the son, Simon,

daughter, Susan.

Sandra.

Yeah.

So you think the break -in was just coincidence, then?

Confusing, though.

Like that Butler alarm.

What about it?

Something. I can't remember now.

Still, it's your case, Lewis.

Now it is, yeah.

It was yours, though, wasn't it, first off?

Strange mention, that, did he?

Impossible.

You didn't say why he took me off it, by any chance?

No.

You must have some idea, surely, sir?

Strange by name.

How is Miss Settleton?

Adele? Back from Australia soon, isn't she?

No. She's staying there.

There it is again.

New hobby, sir?

Well, I have a lot of time on my hands when I retire.

Lovely little chap.

Now, where is he?

Good, I think.

Never too late to develop a new interest, Lewis.

Something rewarding, absorbing.

It's a little girl, actually.

Immature female of the species.

You've impressed me, Lewis.

Which species?

Apatha domesticus. Is it?

Exoticism in an Oxford garden.

And all for a few nuts.

It's a common house, Sparrow, sir.

Idiot.

Sounds like a right royal cock -up, Lewis.

Thank you. That's a great help.

I hope for your sake Harry Rep hasn't come to any harm.

What? Why should he?

Stranger things have happened.

Look, look, think back.

Was there anything at all, anything, however trivial, that happened whilst

were following this bus from Bullingdon to Bicester?

That's got to do with it.

Rep was definitely on the bus as far as Bicester. I saw him get off that one and

get on to the Oxford bus.

And it's non -stop.

Then he couldn't have been on the bus when it left Bicester, could he?

Perhaps someone saw him and offered him a lift from the bus station.

If they did, he never got home.

I've just phoned his wife, Debbie. I'll have to see her.

If that someone saw him, then it was either a coincidence or... Or that

was following him.

Well? There was a car got in the way and went off to Bullingdon.

And it stayed between me and the bus almost a bit there.

Colour? Registration?

I was concentrating on the bus, wasn't I?

Anything behind you?

Behind me? It's not the pantomime season, Lewis. Yet was anyone following

Not that I noticed.

The black car in front of you was R309UHM.

Stolen two days ago from Gerrard's Cross.

Close your mouth, there's a bus coming.

Are you saying you were following me?

I'd have seen you.

I wasn't in my own car. I used one of the unmarked jobs.

Why?

I think a thank you first, don't you?

Thank you?

You muscle in without so much as a buy you leave.

And you don't even do anything when you see Rep getting into this stolen...

I didn't say I'd seen that happen. I was surmising.

But you were at the bus station.

Yes.

Well, as you were answering an urgent need for last night's football results,

was answering an equally urgent one for a little micturition, as they'd say in

the Radcliffe.

Eh? I needed a pee.

Look, this is my case.

Yes, there's no need to get on your high horse, Lewis.

Why are you so interested in it anyway?

A helping hand, that's all.

I'm not exactly wet behind the ears.

I'll be an inspector soon if... If there's any justice in the world.

I'm not sure there is, Lewis.

Mr. Moore?

Dr. Weller's retired.

I'll miss him.

You're much prettier, though.

Very like your mother.

Did you know my mother?

She nursed me once.

Most attentively, too.

No sign of him yet.

He's probably down the booth now.

Can I come in?

No, you can't. It's not convenient.

We've had some unconfirmed information that your Harry could have been involved

in a murder.

Harry?

He's a burglar.

Who's that?

An anonymous source.

Anonymous?

Like a letter?

I can't tell you, I'm afraid, Debbie.

That's why that other copper was asking about a letter, right?

If Harry ever got me to post one for him when he was inside.

What other copper?

Makes sense.

He wouldn't grass himself up.

Especially if he hadn't done nothing.

What copper?

Last night.

Moth, wasn't it?

Oh, I love them old cars, don't you?

It's a much higher reading than we'd like.

How are your units?

I drink pint, not units.

Much to it, dear.

This is not something to be flippant about, Mr. Morse.

You're a man who is very ill.

You do understand that.

I think two stomach ulcers gave me a clue, yes.

I want you to be clear about this.

You will never, clinically speaking, get any better than you are now.

Very possibly, you will get worse.

But if you minimize your alcohol intake, there is a chance you will feel a

little better.

Maintenance, not repair.

At best.

It's up to you now.

Thank you.

Is there anything you'd like to ask?

You've been very frank.

There is something, Doctor.

Yes?

You know I'm a police officer.

Doubtless you've read in the press about a new development in the inquiry.

regarding your mother's murder.

But you haven't asked me about it, have you?

Why not?

Would you tell me? It's not my case.

Although initially I did see... I

was at the scene of the crime that night.

It's something I'm trying very, very hard to forget, Inspector.

Well, I'll just take the biscuit after.

Lewis? I'm sorry, sir, but what the hell do you think you're playing at?

First you follow me, and then you... Well, rather not then, but before.

You go round and question Debbie Reb about her old man.

Where's your car?

All right, Lewis, you've made your point. If I trot on your toes... In any

you should be taking it easy, shouldn't you?

Probably, yes.

You really think something's happened to Rep?

He was afraid.

I think he wrote that letter himself and got Debbie to post it so that we'd keep

an eye out for him. Why not come straight to us?

Harry Rep, go for help to the law.

He was hedging his bets, putting himself under police surveillance in case...

Move you around.

You think another one's a good idea?

Think.

That's why I want it, to think.

I don't drink for pleasure.

Well, you're all right, aren't you, sir?

Better off than Harry Reb, I suppose.

At least I'll have a retirement.

Bird watching, Wagner.

You know...

You really should persevere with Barnabas.

It's about important things.

Life and death.

Regret.

Cheer up, sir.

It's a lovely evening.

Look at that sunset.

entangling the sky.

How heavily it dives into the west away,

past touch and sight and sound,

not further to be found.

How hopeless underground.

Falls the remorseful day.

That'll do for now. You're in all day. I might need to talk to you later.

Okay.

I hate to say I told

you so.

Time of death.

Dr. Hobson's examining him now.

Or the chief super just arrived to.

Double stab wounds.

No sign of a weapon, of course.

Cheer up, Lewis.

Could happen to anyone.

What could?

Taking your eye off the ball for a moment, as you did with that bath.

I... They don't provide clothes, Peg, do they? About taking my eye off the ball.

Oh, don't lose any faith over it. I wouldn't.

Harry Repp was a cheap and nasty little crook. You might be right. I know I am.

Good riddance. But the thing is, it's not him.

Nothing in the pockets?

No.

Well, if it's not rep, who the hell is it?

Search me. The name's Paddy Flynn.

I had him in for questioning on the Yvonne Harrison murder.

You mean the taxi driver? Yeah, the taxi driver, yeah.

He picked Frank Harrison up and up to his station off the train from London.

Which was Harrison's alibi? Yeah.

Doctor? Oh?

Anything?

Jessica was in the last 24 hours and not here.

Can't you be less precise?

On the side of the bed this morning.

Thank you, Doctor. Is that it?

Until the post -mortem, yes.

And it's no good sighing.

Did I?

When don't you?

Is there anything to indicate how the body got here?

I'm working on two theories, Chief Inspector.

One, it was dropped from a very low -flying aircraft.

Two, it was driven here.

On the whole, I'd incline to the latter.

You deserve that, matey.

Just... Doctors, at the moment. Look, if you're still not 100%, I can put

somebody else on this.

I'm as fit as a fiddle, sir.

Very well, you're in charge, then.

But if Paddy Flynn's murder does turn out to be connected with Yvonne

Harrison's, then... If, sir? Yes, Lewis, don't jump to conclusions.

Well, if it was just him, no.

But with Harry Rapp's disappearance... Anyway, if there is a connection, and if

you ever feel this case is, um... Well, if you...

If you don't feel up to par at any time, then just say the word and I'll

understand, I promise.

If I stay here any longer, I'm going to need a hose down before I address the

Rotary Club.

Cheers.

Coffee?

I like to keep going once I've started.

I know you do, John.

Wait till dinner time, then.

If it's all the same, yeah.

Well, you might have something nicer than coffee to go with your sandwiches.

Oh, yeah.

What's that, then?

Surprise.

Well, it will be if Harry walks in.

He won't.

How do you know?

He's had a straight home as soon as he's out.

Two days of boozers and betting shops with Harry.

You don't know what he's missing.

How many people were in that car?

The one between you and the bus?

Who, I think? Man.

Could one of them have been Flynn?

Might have been.

They're on the passenger side.

Sir?

Location?

Is it rep?

Yeah.

Dad like Flynn.

Do you want to close the loop before Dr.

Hobson arrives?

Not much.

I would go home if I was you.

Well, you're not me.

I can cope here.

You might feel a bit fresher tomorrow.

Lewis, don't fuss.

Now... Now, the car was stolen, too.

The car was stolen, so murder was in mind.

Assuming Flynn was the passenger, he and the killer pick up Harry Rett from the

bus station.

Nobody reported a struggle, so he went more or less willingly.

Now a man with Flynn's help kills Rett.

Oh, Flynn died first.

What? It takes two men to put a body in a bag and dump it where they found

Flynn. Only one to heave a body into a car boot.

There was something just too...

Just too pat about Flynn's

statement. He said he picked up Frank Harrison at exactly 11.

The news headlines came on on the dot as Harrison got into his taxi.

It was as if he'd been schooled in a nice, simple answer by Harrison.

Bloody thing.

Nobody takes a blind bit of notice.

You think Harrison wasn't on that train?

The burglar alarm.

It should have cut out after 30 minutes.

But it was ringing when the area car responded to the 999 call.

Yet according to Dr. Hobson, Yvonne...

Harrison had been dead for at least two hours before she was found.

Perhaps Rhett broke in, setting off the alarm.

Found her already murdered.

Why not steal the silver?

Panic? Somebody did.

I say.

Somewhere nice?

The Randolph. Dinner with the family.

Time for a little cocktail first, if you'd permit me. I don't think so.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Excuse me.

So much for genetics.

I beg your pardon, Dinah. Your mother had an unparalleled sense of adventure.

And there are occasions when sir is most deliciously appropriate.

I wondered if you'd inherited her characteristic.

Who'd want to kill Harry?

He was harmless, you know.

He put you in hospital, wasn't he? No, but years ago.

That's good. That letter he got you to post.

I never said he did.

We can check it for his fingerprints.

Yours too, if need be.

He never told me what was in it.

Kept my nose out of anything to do with his work.

Was he working the night Yvonne Harrison was murdered?

Well, he could have been.

But the way she was found.

Sex. And Harry.

Believe you me, I know.

And like that Yvonne.

Knickers up and down like a yo -yo.

Who says?

It was common knowledge down at the Maiden's Arms.

Just because she lived in a posh house doesn't mean she wasn't a scrubber.

It must have been hard for you, managing with Harry in prison.

Managing?

For money.

Company.

Get used to it.

When you're ready, Chas.

Busy? Ish.

I'm just finishing off a little job for Debbie Rep. Oh, she likes a man who's

handy with his filler, I've heard.

Your mind. Your reputation.

Yeah.

I'm doing a bit of roofing in the morning. Burford.

Nice widow.

Go on.

Small.

Petite. Oh, yeah.

Blue eyes.

How old?

75, 76.

Yeah.

Perfect for you.

Coffee, sir.

Simon.

Coffee.

Thank you.

Just leave the pot, would you?

So.

What are we going to do?

Stop him, Dad.

It can't go on.

Sandra. It depends how.

You know how.

It's difficult for me.

For all of us. More for me. Whose fault's that? Stop it. Well, it is.

The whole thing.

Anyway, you said he deserved it.

Sandra.

Well?

How?

Frank Herrick.

Hold on.

This is your mess.

You know damn well, Simon, if she hadn't been so... Don't you dare.

Is everything all right, madam?

We're keeping it in the family.

There.

Paddy Flynn's bedsit.

£17 ,000.

And I spoke to Rep Building Society.

Cash deposits once a month for the last 11 for much the same amount.

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

Blackmail. I don't like the obvious.

I know you don't, but sometimes it's just obvious.

I mean, where else would Rap and Flynn get that sort of money regularly?

I'm starting just after Mrs Harrison's murder.

Who were they blackmailing, then?

Not Frank Harrison.

Not the murder, at least.

Unless he got two colleagues and a ticket collector to lie for him, he was

definitely on the 9 .48 from Paddington.

If one was dead by 9 .30, they're probably still alive at nine.

Why?

Wasn't there a witness statement?

Someone who phoned the house at nine?

Got the engaged signal?

Yes.

And again about half an hour later, but there was no answer.

She asked me to call to give her my estimate.

Estimate? Just some building work.

Barrett?

Something like that?

Baron. John Baron.

There.

The preliminary autopsy reports on weapon killing.

The knife.

Had a very sharp but short blade, triangular, tentative conclusion, a

knife or similar.

But Yvonne wasn't stabbed, was she?

She had her head bashed in with something metal and tube -shaped, wasn't

The length of piping, perhaps.

Why the sudden interest in John Barron?

Suppose he was lying about those phone calls.

It was only his word for it. Perhaps he was at the house.

Someone was enjoying themselves with Mrs Harrison.

Why, Baron?

I saw his van near Debbie Rep's house.

She's having some work done on her patio. I think it was more the bedroom

afternoon.

If Mr Baron is in the habit of doing a little extra for his customers, women

customers... Oh, not Yvonne Harrison, surely, sir.

A respectable married nurse having... Well...

Kinky, rumpy, pumpy with a man she hardly knows at her age.

It's not unknown, Lewis.

Well, let's get him in.

Sir?

Baron will keep till the morning.

Give me some water, would you?

Right, sir.

Just coming up at 7.

Later in today's programme, our composer... Morning.

Good timing, Mr Barron.

You'd like a cup of tea before you start, wouldn't you? I'm just letting

know that I'm here. I'll get on if it's all the same. As you wish, my dear. You

will be careful up there, won't you?

Hey, don't you worry about me. You go and enjoy your tea.

Yeah, I'm all right, love.

Did

he

have any kiddies?

Do you know?

I don't know, Mrs Benny.

Oh, I hope it wasn't me putting him off.

I'm sure it wasn't your fault.

You, um, you didn't actually see him fall?

No.

One moment he was there.

That runner would have seen it, though.

Runner? Yes, you know, jogger.

He'd have seen it happen, or she.

You can't tell these days, can you?

Brand new.

If one of these did kill Rhett and Flint, it's gone now.

If it did.

Well, you seemed pretty certain last night, eh?

Where would Baron get enough money to pay them off, though?

Over £30 ,000.

Unless he didn't kill Mrs Harrison and all three of them were blackmailing

whoever did.

Great minds, Lewis.

They meet up when Rep gets out of jail.

Let's say there's a falling out among thieves.

Flynn is stabbed and the split is two -way. Then Rep is stabbed and Baron's

the golden goose to himself.

Until the goose turns nasty.

Frank Harrison?

It can't be him.

Is there anything in here that could have killed Yvonne?

These?

I'll get them down to the lab after all this time.

Of course, people do fall off ladders.

I mean, nobody saw anything, did they?

Mrs. Bailey did.

Sorry, everyone.

Twenty -two.

Twenty -one.

What a naughty nurse you are.

And you know what naughty nurses deserve?

Dr.

Harrison, I was hoping to have a few words.

Certainly. On my part, yes.

Good afternoon, sir.

A glass of Chardonnay and I'll have a large tonic water. No, I...

Certainly, sir.

Do you know a man called John Barron?

By sight, a builder. He did some work at my parents' house once, I believe.

He died this morning.

Oh.

Did your mother know him well?

As well as one knows one's builder, I imagine.

He lived in the village?

My mother didn't have the time for village life.

She was far too busy.

I assume she didn't need to work.

They were quite comfortable, but she liked her independence.

You lead a busy life, too, I expect.

Radcliffe can be pretty hectic.

This morning, for example, I was in it.

Oh, must have been seven o 'clock.

Just to catch up with the correspondent.

Seven. Afraid so.

Luckily, my admin assistant's an early riser, so she didn't mind putting in the

extra couple of hours.

How did Mr Barron die?

He fell from a ladder.

Was he?

Did he suffer?

Death was instantaneous.

Though one can imagine...

a certain anguish in the second or so he took to fall.

It probably seemed much longer to him.

Yes.

By the way, you don't happen to know where your father or your brother were

morning, do you? You'll have to ask them. I must get back.

Bird watching?

Yes, Chief Inspector.

At Duncan's, yes.

I'm often out there before I open up in the morning.

Hoping to see the red kite.

Still hoping, as a matter of fact.

Not much luck so far.

You're a keen twitcher, are you?

Clean picture.

Twitcher.

You're a keen bird watcher.

Sorry.

I'm getting worse. Should have kept up with my lip -reading classes.

Yes, very keen.

I went all the way to Llandudno last year to see the kite.

You had to until they introduced a few at Stoke and Church.

You went alone this morning?

If I was, I went by myself.

Mind if I browse?

Help yourself, Chief Inspector.

Crime section.

How much for this?

A dabble.

See you.

Roy, make us a coffee. There's a good boy.

Busy, all right?

I thought you might fancy a pint.

How is Frank Harrison?

Smooth, in a word.

Smooth secretary, smooth officers, smooth answers.

Was he in London at his usual time this morning?

According to his staff.

Did he seem surprised about Baron?

Seemed, yes. But he is in public relations, after all.

And when I mentioned that we thought Baron might have been blackmailing

he couldn't wait to offer me a look at his bank statements.

And?

Nothing that I could see.

Where are we going?

I thought we might offer ourselves to the warm embrace of the maiden's arms.

Lewis?

Yeah, I know it.

All right.

Thanks.

Looks like your maiden will have to wait, sir.

The red... Top, like it said in the paper. That's what made me think.

I didn't see who it was, but I can tell you some of the car number.

Because it was the same as my first three lottery numbers.

Five, eight, nine.

With a J before them. And I'm a Julia, you see, so it sort of stuck.

A J for Julia.

Thank you. Thank you. You've been most helpful.

Don't door me.

Thanks very much.

Yeah, J589YCY, registered to Simon Harry.

Who wouldn't know a red kite from a red cabbage?

It's Lendubry, not Lendubno.

A slip you might well make if you were concocting an alibi from the first thing

that's in their hands.

Thames Valley Police have confirmed that they're questioning a man in connection

with the death of a local builder.

John Barron died today when he fell from a ladder in Burford.

Mum, you've got to take me down to the police.

No comment, Mr Harrison.

You make up some story about being in Stoke -on -Church this morning to watch

birds. You lie to a police officer and you say no comment?

No comment.

Were you in Burford this morning?

Wearing these?

I am showing Mr. Harrison some clothes that were left at the charity shop on

High Oxford.

Mr. Harrison is shaking his head. Is that a no or a no comment?

It's a no.

Comment.

Are you prepared to answer some questions about the murder of your

year?

Why not?

Go on, tell him.

Go on.

Don't have a drink, yeah?

My mother was wonderful to me.

Loving.

Protective.

Not much fun having to start wearing one of these when you're a teenager.

But she'd always listen to me.

And I to her.

We got used to sharing confidences.

When she was murdered.

Yes.

Look, Chief Inspector, it was me in Burford this morning.

Thank you, Mr Harrison.

Now perhaps you'd tell me why.

Because John Barron murdered my mother.

And I had to kill him.

Right, I was in Burford this morning on my bike.

And I'm riding down the street and I see this geezer up a ladder right at the

top. He'd been to the shop yesterday to give me an estimate for some decorating.

And he mentioned he'd be in Burford this morning doing a roof or something.

So I grabbed my chance.

All I had to do was kick the ladder as I jogged past.

But there's this other geezer out jogging, but, like, he's coming from the

way. But then I saw this kid on his bicycle doing all these stunts.

You know, the sort of thing.

He almost ran into me just as I got near Baron.

So I gave him a wide berth and carried on past.

I don't think I hit the ladder hard, like I just sort of caught it, but it

down and the geezer came down with it, hit the ground with his head.

Sorry.

Roy? It's a pretty furry mess, Morse.

First you've got Baron murdering Reverend Flynn, then you've got Simon

killing Baron, and then you've got, who knows, oops -a -daisy, that was Roy

Holmes with his bike. And that was an accident anyway, so you have to let both

of them go.

A coroner's going to have fun with that lot. And where does it leave Yvonne

Harrison? Suicide?

She wasn't killed by Baron that much.

Almost sure of.

Simon Harrison thought she was.

All he knew is they were having an affair.

If you call it that.

What does Lewis think?

Lewis? You do take his opinions into account sometimes, I hope.

Teamwork, Morse.

Is that all, sir? As long as you're sure, you're on top of this case.

I can always arrange for you to take things easier until you go.

If you prefer it.

Thank you. No, sir.

Wagner Lewis?

Parsifal. Yes, I know.

Vienna Philharmonic, conducted by the name Knapersbush.

Well, thou art a man of taste.

Keep it up.

Incidentally, we pronounce it Knapersbush.

Right then. I'll try and remember.

The right shape.

Right size.

A bit heavier than I'd thought.

Might have killed Yvonne Harrison.

But did it?

I'm not a detective, North.

How about an informed guess?

Certainly not.

I inform you and then you do the guessing. That's the usual procedure.

Any joy with the blood in a stolen car?

Two different blood groups.

Flynn and Rep.

Pretty widespread, as you'd expect, from their wounds.

And both groups evident in the prints that were lifted according to Dad's.

Prints which mostly belonged to John Barron.

If you ask me, then, see, John Barron's accident saved us a lot of trouble.

Is that what they teach on the inspector's course?

How to save yourself trouble.

Not got long to go now, have you?

At retirement.

Oh.

You thought I were speaking as a doctor.

Supposing you were?

He's not my patient.

You care about him, don't you?

He doesn't make it easy.

Maudlin Bridge was built in 1772 and spans the River Charwell.

The bridge draws on the classical tradition of Oxford architecture.

Now, everybody, it's time to go.

Come along now, please.

We're

moving

on now. Tea and woodstock.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you were with us.

Well, you were wrong.

In essence, then, you apportion your estate equally between the Young

Scholarship Fund, Miss Adele Cecil of... in Australia, and your

colleague, Sergeant Robert Lewis.

As far as leaving your body to the Radcliffe, you'll have to get a form

them. Though they're not obliged to take you when the time comes, a fluctuating

demand for cadavers, apparently.

Unless you go from something especially exotic, I imagine.

Right to the top of the heap.

I doubt I'll manage exotic.

Banal, I suspect.

Oh, yes.

No service of any sort, religious or otherwise.

Expressly forbidden.

Baron's widow, Linda.

Debbie Repp, you know.

Frank Harrison.

Weddings and funerals, they loosen tongues in my experience, so eyes and

Lewis. Certainly.

Paddy Flynn's widow.

Josie.

Not another apparent conquest.

Did the man ever do any work?

In the midst of life.

Mr. Harrison?

Inspector Chief.

Inspector Morse, sir.

Yes, you spoke to me at the house when I found my wife.

That's right.

Well... A good turnout, as they say.

Don was well liked in the village.

They're a tight little community.

I'm sorry about Simon leading you that silly dance.

He and his mother were very close.

Do you believe Baron Kilder?

It's quite possible, isn't it?

He could have been lying about phoning her when he said.

I did, by the way, know about their goings -on, before you ask.

Did your daughter?

She does now.

Weren't you angry with your wife?

We'd been married over 30 years.

And one was a woman of considerable appetite for life.

And you, Mr. Harrison?

Once upon a time.

You're wild out, aren't we all?

Excuse me, Liz Holmes used to be our cleaner.

I think she must be feeling so dreadful about what's happened.

Hello. Hello.

There.

Mrs Flynn.

I'm sorry about your husband.

Me too, in a way.

Even if I did throw him out. Mrs Flynn was just telling me how well she knew

John Barrington.

Listen, I met John through Paddy.

Well, there are so many just, you know, do it for you.

Fit. Funny when it's called for.

Imaginative.

Well, Paddy fell three out of three.

The money that was found that your husband had? Oh, no. No idea.

Good luck to the poor sod, though.

He'd needed it soon enough.

Not a sniff of work after the taxi's acting.

Why was that?

He was going deaf.

Couldn't hear his radio.

Paddy never had a rich daddy to set him up in his own little business.

Do you know Simon Harrison?

Paddy did.

Lip -reading classes.

For all the good it did him.

Hello.

Oh, sorry, little fan.

Josie Flynn. Oh, thank you.

There's a little something at the Maidens, if you'd like to join us.

Eyes and ears.

Yes, sir.

You'll have to give me a ride in that car one day.

She's cheery for this sort of do.

What was Sandra Harrison's alibi?

For her mother's murder.

She said she spent the evening in her flat because she sprained her ankle at

work. You all checked.

Quite a serious sprain, according to the casualty, yes?

I wonder how deaf Paddy Flynn was.

Why, sir?

Would he have heard the barge alarm, even if it was ringing?

My husband played the field, Mr. Moore.

No point pretending he didn't.

Still, I knew what he was like when I married him.

I wondered, Mrs. Byron.

I don't want to upset you, but...

Did it ever cross your mind that your husband might have been deliberately

killed?

Before I knew it, it was an accident.

First thing that went through my mind.

Jealous husband.

One of his bits that wasn't getting enough.

Spread himself thin, did John.

Your boss ought to keep his hand on his apron.

Manny to that one. He even used to wear poor old John out.

Occupational hazard for Barron, from what I hear of the bloke. Good job he

fit. The only time I knew his strike rate to go down was when he had his op.

Funny, that.

He was never a worrier, John.

And that's how you get old, isn't it?

Worry.

Where were John Barron in hospital?

Down the redness.

Castrol thingy. Yeah, if you say so.

Chad, two more of them single malts, please.

Make them big ones.

Get the chill out.

You're much more fun than your sergeant.

Is he waiting for me?

Tim, you're enjoying yourself.

Cheers.

To you.

Inspector. See?

You keep the secret.

Confidentially, Debbie.

We suspect John Barron killed your husband.

Why do you think I came to see the bastard go six foot under?

Whatever Harry did, he didn't deserve that.

Go on.

Drink up.

What did Harry do?

Go on.

Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow.

What is it? For tomorrow never comes?

No, what is it?

I don't remember.

Harry.

Are you just talking to me because you want to know about him? No.

I think I do know.

He was there that night, wasn't he?

Never talked to a copper, Harry said.

Does it matter now?

Three men dead, three widows, and poor, poor Yvonne.

He was going to do the house.

But when he saw John go in, he cleared off sharpish.

Then he heard about the murder and thought it was John who'd killed her.

And threatened to blackmail.

But John told him he'd seen who'd really done it.

And so had Paddy Flynn.

So they all got together and made a lot of money.

Except Paddy and Harry kept going on all the time at him for more.

John must have had enough.

Lost it with them.

And?

Who killed Yvonne?

clever one.

All John said to me was, um, a bit of class, darling.

You wouldn't tell Aaron either.

Quite right, Lewis.

Time to go.

You are clever, though, aren't you?

For what it's worth.

A bit early, isn't it, Roy?

What?

What's dead long ago and pardon took its place?

What?

That it?

I just hope you weren't stoned at Burford that morning. No, not at all,

How old are you?

Sixteen? So?

How old were you when you started drinking?

This is illegal.

Albeit a pathetic little slap on the wrist quantity.

Spend your money on something better.

Like a book.

You can't afford it.

No.

Right.

Ask Sergeant Lewis to come and see me, would you please?

Yes?

Why did you tell me you only knew John Barron by sight?

I'm very busy, Inspector.

Barron was your patient, wasn't he?

Is that how it started?

How what started?

Your affair.

I think you're confusing me with my mother.

A terrible shock, finding her in bed with your lover.

Yes.

I imagine I'd have killed her if Barron had been my lover.

If I hadn't been at home with a sprained ankle.

Which one? The left.

You drive an automatic, but a taxi's...

John Barron

stopped being a patient here two years and three months ago.

I've been here 18 months.

He'd have seen the late Dr Chowdhury or Dr Whale. And he'd have met the Lionel,

of course.

Now, unless there's anything else?

Changing offices.

Changing hospitals and countries have accepted a rather attractive post in

Vancouver.

When do you go?

Soon.

Please don't leave the country without telling me, Doctor.

If you insist.

Your mother was very good to me while I was in here.

My mother was a perverted whore.

Thankfully, in Canada, I will no longer come into contact with a man who

delights in reminding me of that fact.

and insinuates he'd like to do to me what he used to do to her.

It's difficult for me, you know.

But I'm going to show you something.

And what you do with it is up to you.

So? I've always tried to play it by the book, you know, ever since I joined the

force.

Now I'm going soon, and I want to sleep soundly without worrying about something

I should never have done.

I'm afraid I acted improperly for the benefit of a fellow officer.

It was only to save him embarrassment and...

This was found in Yvonne Harrison's bedroom on the night of the murder.

You'll know the handwriting.

has to do some quiddling with her diapason.

So we'll take a break here and go into Imperidesim after. That was wonderful.

Hidden

talents.

I know.

It was, I'd say.

Why? Yvonne Harrison, Solano.

You're wearing a policeman's helmet, then?

Yes, as much as I enjoy forays requiem.

You sing the libera mei with considerable feeling, if I may say so.

You may.

Libera mei domine. Set me free, Lord or Master.

Let me go, master?

Is that what you like to hear her say?

Dr. Harrison's obviously been spilling the beans.

You're not shocked, surely?

Her mother and I shared a mutual and loving interest in the erotic dynamic of

power and submission.

Kinky, rumpy, pumpy is what my sergeant would call it. Snappy, huh?

You're looking a bit peaky, you know.

Late night.

Am I really a suspect?

Why on earth would I kill the source of a great deal of pleasure?

Perhaps she'd had enough of you.

Enough?

Yvonne didn't know the meaning of the word.

As you must be aware.

We didn't just play our games. We did chat at halftime.

And she...

Told me all sorts of things.

Her men, her husband's women.

Not that she was in a position to mind about that.

Except for the child. I rather think she did mind about him.

The child?

Well, Frank's by some woman in Swinstead. He must be 16 or so now.

Yvonne didn't like Frank keeping in touch, giving him money.

Do you know his name?

No.

Ray. Oh, Roy.

Yes, Roy.

By the way, I was in Oswald for a three -day conference when the murder

happened.

And yes, she did tell me about you.

But don't worry.

No details.

I would rather be ill and nursed by you than to be in full health and never see

you again.

You were right when you said you detected a deep longing in me.

I have waited for you to get in touch, as you promised.

But there's been no phone call, no letter, nothing.

If it was just something you said to keep your patient happy, then so be it.

All I can say is that for me... Yes,

Lewis, Roy Holmes.

Bring him in.

Conspiracitive about the Court of Justice, to start with.

I'll call you later.

Ah!

They're very good here, you know.

They did wonders for my brother when he had his heart attack.

Oh, yes.

Top doctors, all the right facilities.

Morse's heart, though.

As if he hadn't been through enough already.

Oh, why didn't he retire when he had the chance?

Scared, I reckon.

Scared? Of what his life was going to be.

Yeah.

You better have this back.

Why didn't he tell me to... He's always been an independent, Sir Lewis.

If he had told you about it, he would have felt that he was letting himself

in your eyes.

And he didn't want that, Lewis.

He didn't want that.

I'm only allowed a couple of minutes, sir.

Hey, pillow's a bit skewiff. Do you want me to... Lewis, don't fuss.

What about Roy Holmes?

Well, his father kept him in pocket money if he tipped him off about Baron's

whereabouts.

So when Baron mentioned that he'd be up a ladder in Burford, Roy phoned his dad.

Then once we'd arrested Simon, Roy was sent by his father with a story about

bike to get Simon off the hook.

We're picking up Frank and Simon Harrison now.

And Sandra?

Dr. Harrison, sir.

Yes, Lewis.

Her alibi.

The murder weapon.

Harrison 2R1S.

Vancouver, yes. That's it.

Yes, Lewis.

Thames Valley. I'm on my way.

Yes, she's checked in. They're going to stop her at the gate.

Well, get your skates on then, matey.

I'll stay with him.

I never said sorry.

But I am.

So am I.

Sandra.

I didn't quite catch that, Moss.

Thank Lewis.

A casualty if you do with a metal crutch on the day of your mother's murder.

They keep very good records at the Radcliffe.

Why did you never return it, Doctor?

You know why.

Sergeant Lewis, Thames Valley car on its way.

John was supposed to be coming round to my flat.

But he phoned to say he was working late.

I could tell he was lying.

So I dialed 1471 with my parents' house.

He was a man you had to share if you wanted him at all.

And I wanted him ever since he did some work at the house.

You are still under caution, Doctor.

He must have heard my car coming and panicked.

I saw him run out into his van and drive off.

And he saw me.

When I got upstairs, I mean the others.

Yes.

Sharing.

But this was my mother.

My mother.

Like... Like some little gusting pornographic... To the

truth of a smile of satisfaction.

So I... Smashed a skull in.

Then called your father in London to tell him what you'd done.

And when he arrived, he broke the window to set the alarm off and then paid

Flynn to tell us that it was still going when the taxi arrived.

It was the best he could think of.

Except Flynn stayed watching until he saw me coming out and now he knew.

Then John asked for money to say he'd try calling her twice that night.

More and more money.

They'd had to sell the silver.

Dear, dear.

You don't understand.

No. Morse will.

Inspector Morse is dead.