All language subtitles for Endeavour.S03E02.720p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.x264-NTb-eng

♪♪

(birds chirping)

(unsteady breathing)

(men shouting)

(horn blowing)

Tally-ho!

(horn blowing)

(men chanting)

Get off of me!

(laughing and cheering)

♪♪

Annette, what a super outfit.

Thanks.

I'm forever telling Pru

she should make
a bit of an effort

and it will take years off you.

Let me get you a drink, Annette.

Gin and bitter lemon?

So what are you going to do
with yourself

now that you're back
from Harvard?

MAN:
He's going to work
at the supermarket

for his old man, aren't you?

Learn the ropes.

Just for the summer.

ANNOUNCER:
Come to Richardson's
Supermarket!

Dad.

Who's had the Savoy truffle?

Is there anything in it?

Who knows?

Deal with it, Ivor.

Christ, what do I pay you for?

Remind me.

You are a manager, aren't you?

Manage!

(siren ringing)

MAN (yelling):
I don't take kindly
to being hustled

about a police station
like a criminal!

Who do you think you are?

POLICE OFFICER:
If you would calm down, sir,
I'm just trying to do my job.

Will this take much longer?

It's ridiculous.

I felt ill, and my husband
agreed to run me home.

Well, perhaps if you didn't
drink so much,

you wouldn't feel quite so ill.

You're very rude.

No, Mrs. Richardson,
I'm very busy.

(typewriter keys clanging)

WOMAN:
Are you going to charge them?

Apparently not.

But you might want
to remind your father

when he's sobered up
that in another month,

when the new road safety act
comes into law.

It won't matter
who he plays golf with then.

I'm sorry if we've put you
to any trouble.

It's not your fault.

Will be.

You took your time.

I was out.

Who were you saving
this evening?

The yellow ones
or the little brown ones?

Little red ones, actually.

All right, all right.

Not tonight, for Christ's sake.

Come on.

Constable Nixon
will see you out.

(loud whistling)

(whistling stops)

(explosion)

♪♪

Brigade had to axe
their way through.

Morning, matey.

Who is the...?

Simon Hallward.

Early 20s.

What is he, some sort of artist
or something?

According to Mrs. Cravat,
his landlady.

Lived here about 18 months.

(sniffing)

It's turps.

Next of kin?

I've got Shirley
talking to the neighbors.

Woman Police Constable
Trewlove... she's new.

Overcome by smoke, most likely.

The fire has done the rest.

Any idea of the cause?

Cigarette left burning.

Room full of solvents.

Runners and riders,

once I've completed
the post-mortem.

BRIGHT:
Sheer hooliganism!

Throwing members of the public
off the towpath!

The boys' colleges
have been spoken to.

They'll be gated
for the rest of term.

But the victim didn't want
to press charges.

They bought him off, I suppose.

Offered to pay
for his dry cleaning.

Anything else?

Morse is looking into
a fatal fire in Jericho.

Oh, and DC Parrish
rang in sick this morning.

Tummy bug.

How many does that make?

Three, sir, in CID.

And five on B Relief.

Much more of it, and we'll have
to bus in reserves.

You're all right, are you?

As nine-pence, sir.

Touch wood.

Trewlove?

I'm Detective Morse.

Anything germane?
Not much.

The deceased moved in a year ago

last February.

Nobody saw much of him.

Out at his studio in the day
and the Turf most nights.

Friends? Girlfriend?

One or two models,
but no names, I'm afraid.

Last person to see him from here
was a Miss Treadwell.

Ground floor flat.

She saw him heading out
about 7:00 last night.

There's some talk that
he may have been at Beaufort.

And he was behind with the rent.

(chuckles)

What?

Your idea of "not much."

Have I missed something?

No, no.

It's commendably thorough.

I don't suppose anyone mentioned

whether he was a night owl
or an early riser?

I can ask.

Why? Is it important?

Just wondered what he had
to get up for so early.

The clocked was stopped
dead on 5:00.

Not a few minutes to

nor a few minutes past,
but bang on the hour.

THURSDAY:
Too neat, you mean?

What's this?

Morse has some reservations
about this death by fire.

What's new?

No, go on.

Who was he?

Simon Hallward.

Read Philosophy at Beaufort,
only he dropped out last summer,

joined a commune
out by Boar's Hill

run by a man called Gideon Finn.

Calls himself Brother Gideon.

Morse.

Sergeant Strange said
I might find you here.

Trewlove.

This is Detective
Inspector Thursday

and DS Jakes.

Constable.

Wotcher.

I went by the Turf
to ask after your man Hallward.

He was in there last night
shortly after 7:00

on his usual Radfords,

when he added a gin
and bitter lemon to his order.

So he had a woman with him?

That was my thought.

No description, though.

He was sat around the corner
from the bar.

I just thought
you'd want to know.

Excellent use of initiative,
Constable.

Thank you, sir.

Morse.

Sergeant.

You sickening for something?

New WPC and no
off-color remarks?

We'll be sending out
for iron tablets.

I've been through his post.

It's odd.

A man dies, but the business
of his life goes on.

Letter from his parents.

Notice of an AGM
for the Oxford Trogs,

whatever that might be.

Bills, mainly.

Art supplier, wine merchant...
Final demand on both.

The door was locked, then?

Yes, according to Strange.

Brigade had to chop
their way in.

So where's the key?

This Finn character,

where'd you say he was?

Good afternoon.

Come in peace and friendship,

enter freely
and with a loving heart,

and leave behind some
of the happiness you bring.

No, you're all right, Miss,
thank you.

DI Thursday, DC Morse,
City Police.

Miss...?

Ayesha.

We're looking for Gideon Finn.

I'm Gideon.

Welcome to House Beautiful.

That's awful.

Poor Simon.

When did you last see him?

It must be six months.

He left us last autumn,
after the harvest.

How was it you knew him?

We met in Life Drawing class.

That was his thing, really.

Art, painting.
That's Simon's.

Oxford was his parents' idea.

But we stayed in touch.

After he threw in his degree,
he came out here.

Why did he leave?

Afalling out?

No, nothing like that.

He just, um...

moved on.

I don't think he got
what we're about.

What are you about?

A simpler way.

We have questions about
ourselves and the world,

what we're here for,
and what it means.

And you're the leader

of this, uh, whatever
you want to call it?

It's a commune.

We have no leaders.

But I found the place.

Started the work.

Do you want one?

Oh, no thanks.

THURSDAY:
Big place.
Who owns it?

Nobody.

It must belong to someone.

All property is theft.

THURSDAY:
Is that right, Miss?

We're not harming anyone.

We eat what we grow.

We drink what we draw
from the well.

Sounds like hard work.

It is.

But at least we're not
harming each other.

Simon Hallward
wasn't happy with that?

He wasn't ready.

For what?

To let go.

To trust.

He was still too attached
to the world.

You see them

crowded onto trains,

hurtling through life,
just another rat in the race.

And for what?

First to the grave?

That's not what we're about.

Consider the lilies
of the field.

"Consider the lilies
of the field."

Come that old madam with me,

he'll be considering
my boot up his arse.

You won't be signing up, then?

There's nothing wrong
with that one

that two weeks in the glasshouse

and a good scrub down
with carbolic

wouldn't put right.

You see the way
the girl flinched

when he put his hands on her?

Yes, I saw.

Pot and free love, I suppose.

"Free love."

In my experience, that's the
most expensive kind there is.

PROTESTERS (chanting):
End illegal regime!

Freedom for Rhodesia!

PROTESTERS (chanting):
End illegal regime!

Simon Hallward.

Asphyxia.

He'd drunk quite heavily,

which is probably why he didn't
wake when the fire broke out.

He was in the pub most nights,
according to the neighbors.

The Last of the Red Hot Livers.

Now...

If you'll excuse me,

I've a little mystery
of my own to solve.

Miss Lorraine Figgis.

Fit young woman,

just collapsed in the street
on the way back from the shops.

Upstairs are at a loss.

They thought it might have been
this stomach bug,

but if it was,
it would be the first fatality.

So...

These hers or yours?

Oh, hers.

Came into hospital with her.

Though what they expect me
to do with them...

Aw.

How old is he?

14 months.

Aw, she's gorgeous.

Come on, you.

Let's get you home.

All right?

PROTESTERS (chanting):
End illegal regime!

Here comes the train!

Into the tunnel!

Glass?
In baby food?

Stewed apples, to be precise.

It's a miracle the child
wasn't badly injured.

Or worse.

Where did the mother come by it?

Richardson's, sir,
in the center.

Mrs. Thursday swears by them
for value.

One of about two dozen stores,
here and in the midlands.

Have they been spoken to?

Morse is just on his way
over there now, sir,

to talk to the manager,
a Mr. Maddox,

see what's what.

We had Mr. Richardson,
the owner,

in the station the other night.

He'd been drinking
quite heavily.

But there's
something else, however.

A young woman collapsed

and died in the street

after shopping
at Richardson's on Saturday.

Now, the hospital had this down

as some kind
of tummy bug at first.

A coincidence, surely?

Possibly.

But two incidents

where both of the customers
have come to harm?

It could be something more.

We're taking the baby food
off the shelves

in case there's glass
in any of the others.

But she's sure she got it
from here, is she?

Much as I like
to flatter myself,

customers do shop elsewhere.

It was Richardson's own brand.

I can show you the receipt,
if you'd like to see it.

Luckily, the little girl
was off her food.

Her mother thought
she might try some

if she saw her eat first.

There must be
some sort of malfunction

at the bottling plant.

I'll talk to our suppliers.

I'll talk to your suppliers
if you'll give me their number.

Of course.

Unless there was anything else?

Actually, there is
another matter.

One of your customers
collapsed on the street

yesterday afternoon.

Possibly this stomach bug.

Sadly, she died in the night.

You're not looking to lay that
at our door, I hope.

No, of course not.

But when going
through her effects,

she seemed to have
quite a substantial amount

of Green Shield Stamps
in her bag.

They're proving very popular.

I'm no expert,

but she seemed to have
many more sheets of stamps

than her purchases
seemed to warrant.

All done, Dad.

Where do you want them?

Out back, please.

It's Mr. Maddox at work.

I told you.

PROTESTERS (chanting):
Freedom for Rhodesia!

What's this?

Rhodesia.

The boycott.

They've got it into their heads

that we're selling
embargoed sugar.

Are you?

The law is very clear.

We would not and,
as far as we're aware,

have not bought Rhodesian sugar.

Which isn't to say such goods
couldn't be bought

via indirect means.

This company was founded
upon good Christian principles.

Quakers, weren't they?

The Richardsons.

Good heavens, what's this?

I believe it's called a sit-in.

MAN:
I'm suspected of what?

We were exercising
our lawful right

to peaceful protest.

This morning, a young mother
bought a jar of baby food

from Richardson's.

It was laced with broken glass.

She came this close
to feeding it to her child.

That is... barbaric.

But you cannot imagine
it was anything to do with us.

People have done far worse

in the name
of one thing or another.

It was a non-violent
demonstration.

Actually, it was trespass.

If you're convicted, you could
have your visa revoked.

I can't see how that
would help your cause.

If I am sent back to my country,
I will most likely be killed.

(knocking)

Morse, a word.

(whispering)

Good news, Mr. Mukumba.

Richardson's don't want to take
the matter any further.

This time.

What swung it?

The sea view?

I got most of it in
the other day.

Thanks for the help.

Do you fancy a drink?

Can't tonight.

Next time, though.

(opera playing)

He's quite nice looking.

Shy, though.

The quiet type.

Bit like George Harrison.

It's the quiet ones
you've got to watch.

My old boss was like that.

Wouldn't say boo,

but get him in the stockroom
and he was all hands.

Seven and nine, please.

Oh, Miss Thursday.

Running late.

I've left the door.

Do you need a lift?
No, you're all right.

Dad said you've moved.

Yes.
Nice?

Oh, you know.

Four walls.

Sorry I can't stop.

Another time.

Morning, by the way.

Morning.

(laughs)

You lost something?

Thunderbird Two.

Bit of a squeeze,
I'd have thought.

(knocking)

Hello, Morse.
Mrs. Thursday.

Hi, Morse.
Hello, Sam.

THURSDAY:
Much on?

I called Hallward's
art supplier last night.

Turns out he has
a place at Osney.

Thought I'd take a look

once I've dropped you
at the station.

SAM:
Hey, hey!

Richardson's were out
of your usual.

It'll have to be bloater paste.

Oh, right.

Nice change.

Come home safe.

Righto.

This is you handling it, is it?

I thought I had handled it.

(sighs)

(knocking)

♪♪

Don't, sir!

Bloater's off.

Flypaper?

Infused with arsenic.

Illegal these days.

Must be antique stock
he's got hold of somewhere.

Soaking the strips in water
for a few hours

will extract most
of the soluble arsenites.

So that's what he's used
to doctor the bloater paste?

Certainly looks that way.

He was nothing
if not methodical.

Ah, says here.

Last entry, Friday week.

"Following disappointing
preliminary results,

"tripled the dose.

Findings to follow."

So what was he about?

Mass murder?

Some sort of grudge?

What about this woman
who died of the tummy bug?

She shopped at Richardson's,
didn't she?

So you think Richardson's
is the target?

Probably.

But if Hallward
was the poisoner,

then who killed Hallward?

City Police...

Do the honors.

Ladies and gentlemen, can I
have your attention, please?

Detective Constable Morse,
City Police.

Can I ask you
to stop what you're doing

and leave your shopping.

If you have paid for your goods,

please leave them where they are
and obtain a refund.

This store is now closed.

Here, let me.

I can manage.

Is everything all right?

What's going on?

I'm sure your parents
will explain.

Is this a joke?

Taken together with glass

being found in a jar
of baby food yesterday,

it would suggest that someone's
got it in for your business.

Typically in these cases,
the motive is extortion.

"Pay so much or we'll ruin your
business and your reputation."

Have you received
any threats like that?

THURSDAY:
When did this start?

RICHARDSON:
About a month ago.

Always at the same branch,
always left on the shelves,

addressed to the manager.

That was the first one.

JAKES:
"Certain of your
food products

"have been contaminated
with a purgative

"injurious to your customers.

Symptoms include vomiting
and upset stomach."

Purgative?

"Indicate you are prepared
to pay 50,000 pounds

"by putting a sign in the window

"offering Richardson's biscuits
at half-price

and further instructions
will be delivered."

What did you do?

Nothing.

We didn't do nothing, Ivor.

We did something.

We ignored it.

You should have
come to us at once.

And seen our share price drop
through the floor?

Thank you very much.

Every business gets letters
like these monthly,

if not weekly,
mostly written in crayon.

They're by crackpots or idiots
trying it on.

If we took every one of them
seriously...

MORSE:
So you put profit
before your customers' lives?

You played Russian roulette,

and now at least
one of them is dead.

Tell you, won't miss
shifts like this.

How's that?

Oh, I've been meaning to say

I've put my papers in.

You've resigned?

Yeah.

You kept that quiet.

This girl I've been
seeing is, well..

Pregnant.

I see.

It's the right thing.

Mm.

Not in that way.

Funny, it crosses your mind,
doesn't it?

Something like that.

I always thought it'd be
the worst thing

that could happen to a bloke,

but now it's here,
it's about one of the best.

She's a great girl.

I'm sure she is.

Congratulations.

June bride.

But not here.

America.

She's been doing a, uh,
what do you call it?

A doctorate, is it,
at Lady Matilda's.

But all her family's out there.

Wyoming.

Old man's in the
cattle business.

Gonna take me on.

Right.

Outdoor work.

Clean air.

Leave all this behind.

A new start.

When do you...?

End of the week.

That soon?

When your number's up,

we're having a few drinks
at the Flag.

Just mates.

Gideon?

Gid?

Gideon?

What are you going to do?

Why does everyone ask that?

They don't ask me.

Like I know.

Did they know?

They had a war.

We've got a war.

Haven't we?

It's like I can see
their lips moving,

but I don't speak the language.

I don't understand
what they want.

It's the same full page ad
in all the nationals.

A problem with the
"manufacturing process."

I've been after Leo Richardson
all afternoon,

but he's keeping
rather tight-lipped.

Is he?

What's the real story?

(sighs)

I've been looking
into the company.

It was founded in 1843.

They even had a refreshment
stand at the Great Exhibition.

"Maddox and Richardson"?
That's right, why?

Nothing.

Only the manager
of the Cowley branch

is called Maddox.

Any relation?

I don't know.

I mean, I knew it was founded
by Quakers, but beyond that...

Well, that was a problem.

Looking back
through the archives,

the schism seems to have been
brought about by the Great War.

Mr. Maddox found out that

his partner had been
provisioning the army

through a holding company,
which was somewhat at odds

with his pacifist credo.

Maddox had a son,
a stretcher bearer,

killed at Mons.

That seems to have put
the tin hat on it, literally.

By all accounts, the two men
never spoke to each other again.

And there I must leave you.

My dinner companion.

A date, Miss Frazil?

Well, I like to keep my hand in.

You should try it sometime.

Seriously.

You're looking uncared for.

(phone ringing)

Morse?

Thank God, thank God.

What, what is it?

The station said
you'd asked for me.

When I came home,
the lights were on,

but I'd turned them off
before I went out.

When was this?

About half an hour ago?

I think there might be
someone upstairs.

Well, you should have called
for a patrol.

They'd have been much sooner.

Wait here.

♪♪

(music playing)

The house is secure.

There's no one here.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Verity must have come home
and then gone out again.

Right.

Well, there we are.

Mystery solved.

Good night,
Mrs. Richardson.

Would you wait?

Until my husband gets home.

When will that be?

Not long.

Please, I just...

don't really want to be alone,

not with everything
that's happened.

You can understand that,
can't you?

Any news?

No, not yet.

What will you drink... whisky?

Oh, nothing for me, thank you.

Don't be silly.

Straight or on the rocks?

Waiting with you is one thing.

A drink is something else.

Is it?

Isn't it?

You're not very gallant.

So I've been told.

Making a woman drink alone.

I expect you can manage.

Oh, that was low.

I'm not a fool,
Mrs. Richardson.

Well, you're certainly
acting like one.

Would you come upstairs, please?

Why?

Because I want
to change my dress.

You're big enough
to do that by yourself.

But the zip sticks.

I'm sure Mr. Richardson
will be able to assist you

when he arrives.

You're not going
to help me, are you?

You really are a heel.

(music continues)

(screaming)

What is it?

There was someone there.

Where?

Outside, by the pool.

No, no, don't go.

Whoever it is
will be gone by now.

And as you're here...

This zip really is a devil.

I'm sure I'm not the first woman
you've seen in her underclothes.

(chuckling)

Thank you.

I'll be downstairs.

Do you not like women?

Is that it?

I'm not asking you to run away
with me to the Kasbah.

What would be the harm?

I'm afraid it's a little
too sophisticated for me.

Well, when you change
your mind...

you have my number.

(laughs)

(door closes)

Hello again.

Your mother thought that
there was an intruder.

It was a false alarm.

Dad told me what's going on.

Who'd want to do this?

My parents,
they're not bad people.

Well, they're
successful and rich,

which makes them a target
for some very bad people indeed.

Try not to worry.

Good night.

Good night.

An intruder?

I thought so.

Where's Daddy?

Out.

I don't know.

How was your date?

It wasn't a date.

No, of course not.

You wouldn't let a boy touch you
where he shouldn't, would you?

What do you want?

A drink.

Verity?

Verity?

Verity?

Verity?

Leo!

Leo!

Where are you?

Leo, come quick!

What is it?

Spread out.

Victor, you come with me.

Sir.

Sergeant!

Blood?

Oh, yes.

Same on the bed and the stairs.

There's not much more
I can tell you.

What about these?

Librium.

Tranquilizers.

Usually prescribed for anxiety.

Dr. Amthor.

Doesn't ring a bell, I'm afraid.

You know where I am
if you need me.

Doctor.

Who saw her last?

Her mother,
about half-past 10:00.

Nobody heard anything?

No.

I saw Mrs. Richardson here
last night.

She'd been drinking
quite heavily.

What were you doing here?

She called the station.

She thought there'd been
an intruder.

But there wasn't.

Then later, she claimed to have
seen someone in the garden.

Claimed?

There was no one there,
so far as I could see.

Where was the father?

Out.

He says he got in about 1:00

and fell asleep
on the sofa downstairs.

Found this, sir.

Caught on a branch
in the garden.

Now, there was a dentist's
surgery in Summertown

turned over yesterday.

WPC Trewlove says

there was a bottle of chloroform
with the takings.

When the call comes,
and it will,

it's very important
you stay calm.

Keep him talking
for as long as you can.

The longer you can
keep him talking,

the better the chance we've got
of tracing the call.

All right?

It's the supermarket
Richardsons?

Yes, sir.

Kidnap, presumably.

That's what we're assuming.

No ransom demand as yet.

Point of entry seems
to have been the back door.

Whoever took her
knew exactly where to find her.

What do we know about the girl?

Oh, not a great deal.

Attended Blythe Mount
Finishing School

on the continent.

Involved with AmnOx.

The civil rights people?

That's them, sir.

The Howard League,
good causes in general.

Verity had been prescribed
tranquilizers,

Mrs. Richardson.

Yes, she suffers
with her nerves.

Well, it seems whoever took her

knew exactly which room
was your daughter's.

We'll need a list
of all her friends,

and of yours.

But this is whoever
is threatening the business.

BRIGHT:
Mr. and Mrs. Richardson,

Chief Superintendent
Reginald Bright, City Police.

I'm here at the express wish

of the Chief Constable

to assure you we will do
everything possible

to see your daughter home again
safe and sound.

Leo? Annette?

What's going on?

It's Verity.

Someone's taken her
in the night.

What?

My God!

What are you doing here?

I just went into the store

to see if there was anything
I could do,

and I found this
in the bread aisle.

I don't know
how long it's been there.

I thought it might have
something to do

with the other business.

"Stay by your phone.

"Wait for instruction.

"One chance.

"No police.

No press."

(phone ringing)

Tape running.

(phone ringing)

Mr. Richardson?

Hello.

MAN:
Don't speak, just listen.

If you want to see
your daughter alive again,

you will put 100,000 pounds
in used, unmarked notes

of small denomination
into a dark holdall.

Come to the phone box
on Merton Street at 4:00 a.m.

Come alone and on foot.

If I see the police,

the deal's off, the girl's dead.

How do I know
you'll do as you say?

How do I know she's even alive?

VERITY:
Daddy! No!

Give it to me!

Don't hurt her!

Please don't hurt her!

MAN:
You're a businessman.

Think of this as
a business transaction.

If you follow my instructions,

you will see her again.

If you don't, she dies.

You talk to the police,
she dies.

You talk to the press, she dies.

(phone hangs up)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

(knocks)

Sir.

This ransom drop.

I'd like to volunteer.

It was Jakes I had in mind.

There's no saying
how it might go.

Dangerous, you mean?

Potentially.

Job for a single man,
I'd have thought.

One with no dependents,
at least.

He told me his news.

Mm.

You knew, then?

He mentioned something.

You didn't say.

For him to tell you.

Sudden.

The way it goes sometimes.

Wouldn't have had you
for a sweet tooth.

What is it?

Calm the nerves?

Something like that.

Just follow whatever
instructions he gives you,

all right?

Don't try anything clever.

It's a girl's life
we're talking about.

I know.

All right.

(sighs)

It should have been me.

I'm her father,

I should have been
the one to go.

You think that's
going to help her?

Christ, you can talk.

My men are doing
all that can be done.

Try to take what comfort
you can from that.

Believe me, I do apprehend
something of your anxiety.

"Apprehend"?

My God, how can you?

(phone ringing)

Yes?

MAN:
Phone box, New College Lane,
four minutes.

(phone hangs up)

(phone ringing)

Thursday, go ahead.

Over.

Message from Constable Trewlove.

Second rendezvous for DS Morse

is a phone box
on New College Lane.

Understood.

Out.

Phone box on New College Lane.

Which phone box?

There's two.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

MAN:
Telephone directory.

S to Z.

Nothing.

Must be the other box.

(groans)

He could be anywhere, sir.

Clean away with the money,

and us none the wiser
as to the girl.

It was a good plan.

Nothing's foolproof.

He's got us beat.

So far.

How's the head?

Oh, nothing broken, thank you.

STRANGE:
Well, he's got
what he wanted.

Let's see if he keeps up
his side of the bargain.

I wouldn't hold your breath.

We need a dog team.

I know you said
not to try anything,

but those sweets?

Aniseed balls.

I put one in each corner
of the holdall.

Thought it might give us
a fighting chance.

Jakes?

(dog barks)

Good boy!

He's transferred the money.

Dogs are no use now.

So which way?

We'll go this way.

Down there.

Lads, up there.

Yes, sir.

Do you think we'll find her?

We'll find her.

Alive?

Be nice to go out on a win.

This time next month,
you'll be riding the range,

or whatever it is you do
with beeves.

Yeah.

Second thoughts?

Maybe.

But no regrets.

Life's too short.

There's something just up here.

The hell's this?

There's chalk works...
Flint works, too.

Used when the Botley Road
was relaid before the war.

Simon Hallward was a member
of the Oxford Trogs.

Spelunkers, cavers.

There was some kit
at his lock-up.

But Hallward's dead.

Yeah, but what if he's not?

What if he started the fire

and it was someone else's body
that we found at his flat?

Dental records.

What?

That's the only way that
we can identify him.

What're the odds
it's not just chloroform

that's been taken
from that dentist's surgery?

Look at the place.

Nobody's been near nor by here
since God knows when.

It's a new padlock.

Watch out.

(metal clanging)

Mind how you go.

Verity!

Shh, you'll bring the roof down.

Verity?

(faint shouting)

Watch yourself, watch yourself.

(faint shouting)

Verity?

(shouting)

Verity?

(shouting)

(muffled shouting)

Verity?

It's all right.

It's the police.

Stay calm,
we're gonna get you out.

Look.

Won't be long now, Verity,
nothing to be afraid of.

Look!

(ticking)

Oh, Christ.

Gotta get that bar we used
on the way in.

We're going to need
something for leverage.

I'll do what I can in the
meantime with elbow grease.

Well, you go, I'll stay.

It's not a debate.

That thing goes off,

it could bring the whole
bloody place down.

Peter, you've got
something to lose.

And till the end of the week,
I'm still your senior.

So get!

Go on!

Won't be long now, Verity.

Nothing to be afraid of.

(grunting)

(sobbing)

(gasping for air)

Come on, up you get.

Let's get you out of here.

Get her out.

Get her out, get her out!

Careful, careful.

Go on, get her out.

I'm right behind you.

(grunting)

(ticking)

(ticking)

Just up here.

Through there.

(explosion)

(coughing)

Peter?

Peter!

(coughing)

What was that
about second thoughts?

(laughing)

How is she, nurse?

As well as can be expected.

Tired.

She's had nothing to eat
or drink since she was taken,

but she's otherwise unharmed.

THURSDAY:
I suppose we should
be grateful

it was nothing more.

There was nothing more?

She says not.

Does she remember anything?

The last thing I remember
is going to bed.

I think I maybe half woke up,
but only for a second.

I had the briefest sensation
of something

over my nose and mouth.

It smelled like...

I had a tooth out
when I was about 14.

It was the same smell.

Next thing, I woke up.

I thought for a moment
I'd gone blind.

Then I realized I had
some sort of blindfold on.

And you never saw his face
at any time?

Never heard his voice?

No.

I thought I was going to die.

All right, Miss.

We'll let you get some rest.

Thank you.

Pru, dear, that was Leo.

They've found her.

Thank God.

And the kidnapper?

No, no word.

I don't suppose Leo's worried
about the money.

The main thing is
they got her back.

Yes, that's the main thing.

I've got to go in.

The restock's almost done
and Leo wants to open up.

Business as usual?

How can you stand it?

Well, someone has to.

♪♪

MADDOX:
Is there any news?

It's just we're
very fond of her.

Yes.

Miss Flett?

You bastard!

Arrest him, I've just heard!

He knew there was
something in the food

and he kept quiet about it!

All right!

You're going to have to hold
the fort on the kidnap.

I'm going back to the station

to brief Mr. Bright
before he reports to division.

And talk to Suzy Flett,
one of the women on the tills.

Turns out Miss Figgis,
the poisoning victim,

was her cousin, all right?

ENDEAVOUR:
So tell me about these
Green Shield stamps.

You were giving
Miss Figgis far more

than she was entitled to,
isn't that correct?

What was that... weekly?

It was just a bit of pin money.

We'd just redeem them

to get the odd gift
from the shop.

And what would you do
with the gifts?

Sell them on?

No one's ever gonna get rich
on the wages they pay here.

And compared to what
they've been doing,

letting people get poisoned...

Let us worry about that.

(sighs)

I'd keep Miss Flett away
from the tills if I were you.

Yes.

Well, we don't want her
upsetting customers.

I think that's the least
of your problems.

It must be hard,

seeing the company name
dragged through the dirt.

Maddox and Richardson.

Bit before my time, of course.

Nonetheless, dissolving
any partnership is difficult,

especially when one seems
to have involved such acrimony.

Are you sure there's
no residual ill feeling

between you and Leo Richardson?

I wouldn't be working for him
if there were.

Look, I've seen what resentment
can do, Constable.

Firsthand.

My father and grandfather both.

Bitterness, regret.

It ate them from the inside out.

Both dead by 40.

No.

Middle management,
middle of the batting order,

middle of the road.

There's a lot to be said for it.

ANNETTE:
It's your fault.

My fault?

How exactly is it my fault?

The business.

Someone you've done down or...

She could have died.

Christ, you think
I don't know that?

She's the one good thing
we ever did.

It's a judgment, Leo.

God sees all.

It's a bit late to start
bringing Him into it.

You think this is how
whoever it is did for Hallward?

If it was Hallward's
body at all.

Yes, what is this new theory

of yours, Morse?

Hallward's alive?

Well, Hallward seemed to have
a hand in all of it so far, sir:

the poisoning, the broken glass,

and Verity Richardson's
kidnapping.

The kidnapper had
a Norfolk accent

and Hallward's family
were from Norfolk.

Rather elaborate.

Only if were meant to take it
at face value, sir.

Ingenious, really.

A sort of handmade time bomb.

With the door locked,

Hallward didn't stand
a cat in hell's chance.

If it works.

It'll work.

Any second now.

(loud whistling)

(ticking)

(beeps)

Is that it?

Awatched pot.

Bad luck.

Sorry, sir.

A message
from Dr. DeBryn.

Hallward's dental records
have been located

and matched those of the cadaver
recovered from the fire.

If it wasn't Hallward,
who was it on the phone?

And whom do we have here?

WPC 734 Trewlove, sir.

One of the replacement
intakes, sir.

Started last week.

Your first posting, is it?

Yes, sir.

Excellent.

Well, we run a taut ship
here in Cowley,

though I like to think
a happy one also.

All work and...

Wouldn't you say so, Thursday?

Sir?

The ship.

A happy one.

Oh, as the day is long, sir.

My door is always...

Well, if not actually open,
then not infrequently ajar.

Thank you, sir.

Well, carry on.

It was a nice idea.

If Hallward was
behind the poisoning,

the evidence in his studio
puts it beyond any doubt.

He can't kidnap Verity
Richardson if he's dead.

He can't, no.

But what if he had
confided in someone

or had a partner, maybe?

And they thought that
all the ransom

sounded better than half.

But who?

Someone who was close
to the family.

Someone who knew the layout
of the house.

The night she was taken,
you'd been on a date together.

No, it wasn't a date.

We just went
for a drink in town.

Catch up.

Look, I've known her
since we were kids.

We're like cousins.

Brother and sister, almost.

How'd she seem?

Nothing worrying her
that she talked about?

No.

How were things at home?

Good, so far as I know.

I've been away at college
in America,

and she's been very wrapped up
in herAmnOx work.

To be honest, you're better off
talking to my mom.

She saw more of Verity than me
these past few years.

How's that?

They both go
to the Friends House in town.

Mrs. Maddox?

Detective Constable Morse,
City Police.

You should have waited outside.

Well, the sign says,
"All Are Welcome"

All are welcome.

To worship.

It's not my first time
in a meeting house, Mrs. Maddox.

I know what is
and isn't welcome.

I was raised in Quakerism,

so far as my father would allow.

I wanted to ask you a few
questions about the Richardsons.

A happy family, would you say?

No more or less than any other.

Leo makes money,
Annette spends it.

It seems enough.

What about Verity?

I'm very fond of Verity.

She used to come to meetings
a lot when she was younger.

Since this last year,

I think she's been
once or twice.

I suppose she has less time now,

with her work forAmnOx.

She ever mention
anything at home,

or boyfriend trouble?

She'd had a bad experience,
I think.

End of last year,

about a month or two
after she got back.

A man.

Well, I mean,
I assumed it was a man.

It usually is at that age.

Your son seems fond of her.

Verity.

It's not a trick question,
Mrs. Maddox.

It's about Leo, isn't it?

It's someone
he's rubbed up the wrong way,

or a disgruntled member
of staff.

Maybe just someone who knows
he's got a bit of money.

Wouldn't you think?

When did you last come
to a meeting?

Oh, not since I was a boy.

I was never much
of a believer then,

even less now.

I could have balked at it.

Refused point blank to go.

Kicked up a fuss.

Why didn't you?

Because I didn't want
to disappoint her.

She'd had enough of that.

So we'd go, the two of us,
and sit in silence.

Sometimes, the spirit
would move her and she'd speak.

"Minister," we call it.

Mostly, it was silence.

"Still your mind," she'd say.

That was the point.

"Still your mind."

Never had the knack.

(phone ringing)

Good morning, AmnOx.

Volunteering?

No.

Then might I trouble you
for a donation?

All in a good cause.

Oh, I know, I'm a donor.

Detective Constable Morse.

City Police.

Guilty conscience?

How's that?

A policeman donating to AmnOx?

Your lot are usually more
at home breaking up our demos

and arresting lawful protestors.

You should be safe today.

My rubber truncheon's
at the mender's.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to ask you
a few questions

about Verity Richardson,
Miss...?

Brooke, Marion Brooke.

Just Marion, if you like.

What sort of questions?

General.

I understand she's quite
involved with all this.

She volunteers here, yes.

Look, I was just about
to take my lunch.

It'll be easier for us to talk
off the premises.

She'd been abroad
forAmnOx last year?

To Rhodesia, as part
of a fact-finding mission

and to help support the families
of political prisoners...

Those unjustly accused
of insurgency, sabotage,

blowing up railway lines.

She'd been under some
private doctor, I understand,

for her nerves.

Oh, really?

Well, I don't know about that.

I mean, she was quite poorly
when she got back from Africa.

Something nasty
she'd picked up out there.

She was off work for a while,

and I know that left her
quite low.

Did she ever mention
a Simon Hallward?

The only Simon
I ever heard her mention

was the chap
who painted her picture.

Portrait her family wanted done.

He seems an unlikely
portraitist.

His work seems to have been
avant-garde in the main.

Abstracts and so forth.

Where did you find him?

Through Verity, I think.

But you met him?

Mm.

He was very handsome.

Had a great sense of fun.

Yes.

His chief source
of amusement of late

was running
an extortion campaign

against your husband's business.

Were you sleeping with him?

You do that again

and we can add assault
to the list of charges

your family's going to face.

What time did you get
to the Maddoxes' party?

Fashionably late?

Time enough at least to stop
for a gin and bitter lemon

with Simon Hallward
a t t h e T u rf?

My God, how many people
in Oxford

do you think like gin
and bitter lemon?

Thousands, probably.

But of the people I've met
on this case, only one.

Get out of my house.

MAN (recording):
Don't speak, just listen.

If you want to see
your daughter alive again,

you'll put 100,000 pounds
in used unmarked notes

of small denomination
into a dark holdall.

Come to the phone box
on Merton Street at 4:00 a.m.

Come alone and on foot.

If I see the police,

the deal's off,
the girl is dead.

LEO:
How do I know you'll do
what you say?

How do I know she's even alive?

VERITY:
Daddy! No!

ANNETTE:
Give it to me!

Don't hurt her,
please don't hurt her!

MAN:
You're a businessman.

Think of this as
a business transaction.

(rewinding)

You're a businessman.

Think of this as...

(rewinding)

You're a businessman.

Think of this as
a business transaction.

If you follow my instructions,
you'll...

(tape stops)

JOAN:
He'll be down in a minute.

Mom says Peter's going abroad.

Getting married.

It looks that way.

Well, there's a turn-up.

What's she like... his fiancée?

I don't know.

I haven't met her.

I only found out myself
this week.

Out of all the people,
who'd have thought?

Love, I suppose.

Don't know until you meet
the right one.

No, don't suppose.

(footsteps)

Ready for the off then, Morse?

Yes, sir.

Miss Thursday.

The voice on the tape
was exactly that...

A recording of Hallward.

The kidnapper assumed
it would be Mr. Richardson

that he spoke to
on the telephone,

but at one point,

Mrs. Richardson picks up
the receiver and says...

VERITY:
No!

ANNETTE:
Give it to me.

So?

The kidnapper then says...

MAN:
You're a businessman.

Odd, don't you think?

So far as he's aware,
he's talking to Mrs. Richardson.

So why would he say
"businessman"?

Could have been
a slip of the tongue.

It could, but when he gives
instruction for the drop,

you can hear a clock chime
the three-quarter.

MAN:
You'll put 100,000 pounds
in used unmarked notes

of small denomination
into a dark holdall.

(clock bell chiming)

Come to the phone box
on Merton Street at 4:00 a.m.

Come alone and on foot.

If I see the police,

the deal's off,
the girl is dead.

(clock bell stops)

LEO:
How do I know you'll do
what you say?

How do I know she's even alive?

VERITY:
Daddy! No!

It stops.

Yes, when Mr. Richardson
starts speaking.

MAN:
You're a businessman.

Think of this as
a business transaction.

(clock bell chiming)

It starts again when
the kidnapper starts talking.

I think I know
which clock it is.

Listen.

It's the third, the sixth,
and the tenth note.

The G is marginally flat.

Can you hear it?

(clock bell chiming)

Not really.

Trust me, it's the same clock.

Money?

That's not what we're about.

It's what somebody's about.

We need to talk to everyone
who lives here.

They're in the field.

Bring them in.

All right.

Hi.

Hello.

How you feeling?

(chuckles)

I've been better.

Mom and Dad send their best.

I was so scared.

Of course you were.

It's okay, you're safe now.

They'll catch him, don't worry.

Anything from the commune?

Couple of them have been done

for possession of marijuana.

This Ayesha girl's real name
is Thelma Anne Davis.

I'm having her previous
wired through.

And Gideon Finn?

THURSDAY:
Before he set up

in the "Jesus wants me
for a sunbeam" business,

he gave art lessons to the sons
and daughters of the well-to-do.

Does he have a record?

JAKES:
Not as such, sir.

But his name does come up
as a victim of assault.

Father of one of Finn's pupils,
a 15-year-old girl,

got it into his head that there
was a bit more on the curriculum

than perspective
and the color wheel.

Did Finn bring charges
against the father?

No.

So there must've been
something in it.

Wouldn't you think?

Here.

Oh, thanks.

How is she?

All right, I think.

Quite a few visitors
this afternoon.

I've got a list.

Mike Maddox came by,

and a pal of hers from AmnOx,
Marion Brooke.

By the way, your Teasmade?

You were right.

I was?

The only reason you didn't have
any success in the Yard

is because it's outside.

The vapor's dispersed.

In Hallward's flat,

it would have built up,
filled the room.

As the liquid boiled away,
the exposed element

would have become white hot,
and, well...

Boom.

Quite.

Well done.

Hello.

Does Cuthbert Mukumba
volunteer here?

He does when he can.

But today's not one of his days,
I'm afraid.

What did you want
to speak to him about?

Did you take
a "get well soon" card from him

to Verity Richardson?

There's no law against that,
is there?

No.

Who's Dziva?

Why do you ask?

You mean Dzivaguru.

Chthonic goddess.

The Great Creatrix
of the Shona people.

Stands for life, fertility.

But woe betide anyone
that crosses her.

How's that?

She has a bit of a temper.

Goddess of the night, too.

Of course to we Catholics,
that's just superstition.

So why would Cuthbert Mukumba

address Verity Richardson
as Dziva?

Miss Richardson came
to my country last year

with a delegation from AmnOx.

My brother is a political
prisoner in Salisbury.

AmnOx supported his family
with money

and organizing
legal representation.

You were friends, then.

We were.

I wonder, then,

why of all the "get well soon"
cards she received,

yours was the only one
that she tore up

and put into
a wastepaper basket.

I also wonder why you
addressed her as Dziva...

Goddess.

In this country,
that's a term of endearment

usually reserved
for more than friends.

What is there to say?

The truth.

So you put pressure on her?

Well, what were we meant to do?

Support her.

Oh, it's easy for you to say.

What if it was your daughter?

We were thinking of her future.

Her good name, her reputation.

The only good name
you were thinking off

was that of Richardson.

We did the right thing.
For whom?

She was 19.

We are still her parents.

What chance do you think
she'd have had

of a decent husband

with some Marxist's bastard
hanging around her neck?

Oh, it was his politics
you disapproved of?

We did nothing wrong.

I'm not concerned with ethics,
Mrs. Richardson, or morals.

The law's my business,

and procuring an abortion
is illegal.

Not if the patient's
mental state is at risk.

I suppose that's where
Dr. Amthor comes in.

For the right money,
he signs an affidavit

to the effect that she's likely
to do herself harm,

and no one can touch you.

"Health Farm," was it?

This isn't the end of it,
I promise you.

I really was thinking of Verity.

I could have been
something more.

But you meet someone.

The wedding dress becomes
the christening gown,

and before you know
where you are, it's 20 years.

You wonder if those
bright summer mornings

ever happened at all.

I didn't want that
for my daughter.

But it wasn't
your choice to make.

Ben?

Ben! Ben!

Are you all right?

Where's my baby?

Where's my baby Ben?!

Smells good.

So do you.

Not now, Gid.

I'm not in the mood.

You never are anymore.

Whose fault's that?

(baby crying)

Christ.

What have you done?

What have you done?!

Could we have the screen
across, Nurse Hicks?

Of course.

Good afternoon, Inspector.

Not more questions?

I'm not sure there's much more
I can tell you.

I think there is, Miss.

I've spoken to Cuthbert Mukumba.

You know why we're asking,
Miss Richardson.

We've also spoken
to your parents.

It'll go better for you if you
just tell us the truth now.

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

You spent some time last year
in Rhodesia working forAmnOx.

While you were there,
you got involved with Cuthbert.

By the time you came back
to England,

you were carrying his child.

Your parents weren't
too pleased about it,

so they made arrangements.

Miss Richardson, would you like
to come with me, please?

ENDEAVOUR:
The food tampering,

the extortion,
all the rest of it.

That was your way
of getting back at them.

Of hurting them as badly
as they'd hurt you.

You have no idea.

We know you couldn't do it
all by yourself.

The voice on the telephone
making the ransom demand.

I think if we were to play that
to Simon Hallward's parents,

they'd identify it as him.

But there was a third.

Hallward was dead by the time

you faked your kidnapping.

So who helped you?

Who's "Tad," Verity?

An American boy I met
in Rhodesia.

Really?

Are you sure it's not
Thelma Anne Davis?

T-A-D.

LEO:
Verity?

You don't have to say anything.

My daughter is in no fit state
to be questioned.

If you wish to do so,
you'll do so formally

and in the presence...

If you want to hurt them,

now's the time.

Don't listen to them, Verity.

What do you want to know?
Darling...

No! You don't call me that.

Please, think of your father.

When did he ever think of me?

When did either of you
think of me?

"Richardson's:
for all the family."

I'll answer your questions.

But not with these people here.

You stupid, stupid girl.

Please, Gideon,
please let me keep him.

It's not a puppy, it's a child!

Someone else's child!

God help me...

You're mean!

You don't love me.

Love you?

You're a maniac.

You take it back today,
or I will.

So who was her accomplice?

Thelma Anne Davis, sir.

Her previous just came through.

She was sent to an approved
school age 11 for arson.

She burned down a sports hall.

These days,
she calls herself Ayesha.

One of Gideon Finn's disciples

up at House Beautiful.

ENDEAVOUR:
I think that's how she got
to know Hallward.

THURSDAY:
I think maybe the original idea

was to hurt the Richardsons
through extortion,

but once Leo Richardson
refused to pay,

they struck on the notion
of faking a kidnap.

Then why did they kill Hallward?

Because he went too far.

With Leo Richardson dragging
his heels about paying up,

Hallward got impatient
and decided to up the stakes.

THURSDAY:
From his notebooks,

it's clear Hallward

increased the arsenic dose
in the bloater paste...

Sadly for Miss Figgis,

with fatal consequences.

The glass in the baby food

was a step too far.

I don't think Verity and Ayesha

had intended anyone to come
to any serious harm,

certainly not women or children.

He'd crossed the line
and had to go.

He'd already recorded
the ransom demand,

so they had no further use
for him.

Of course, there's no chance

of ever identifying
the voice on the tape

because Hallward was
already dead.

(explosion)

But how did Verity even meet
this Ayesha girl?

ENDEAVOUR:
They were at the same abortion
clinic at the same time, sir.

THURSDAY:
It would have meant prison
for Gideon Finn.

BRIGHT:
Finn?

ENDEAVOUR:
He was the father,
according to Verity.

I don't doubt they would have
said thatAyesha was 16,

but she was actually 15
when she fell pregnant by him.

What about the chalk mine?

Verity Richardson would have
been killed in that explosion.

She was never
in any danger, sir.

It was all for show.

The explosion was detonated

from a safe distance
by her accomplice

once she'd seen that
Verity was clear.

(explosion)

Hello, Tadpole.

Hey, shh.

Who's upset you?

I'm afraid the jig's up.

They'll be coming?

(siren ringing)

We give thanks to the earth,
mother of all,

for her fine, fair bounty.

We give thanks for the barley
and the sweet vegetables

raised by the sweat of our labor
from this good earth.

We give thanks
for our fellowship

and the company
of honest hearts.

And today, we give
a special thanks

to SisterAyesha
for the meal she has

so thoughtfully prepared

and set before us so lovingly...

My God, don't you ever get sick
of the sound of your voice?

Ready?

Don't let me go alone.

No, I can't, Tadpole.

I can't.

I thought I was brave enough,
but I'm not.

I need you!

Sister?

You think this is heaven?

This is hell!

Thelma Anne Davis,
Verity Richardson, I...

(mug clanging)

What is it?

What's she taken?

About 50 Librium.

The arsenic was meant for me.

Fetch an ambulance.

Thelma?

(breathing stops)

There was nothing they could do.

This was meant to be a refuge.

A place of kindness.

It was a dream.

My dream.

The less out of you, the better.

Your dream?

You exploited
a vulnerable young girl.

If I had my way,
you'd answer for it.

Sir!

She was ill-used!

We were going to found
an orphanage in Africa.

Use the money
for something good.

(sighs)

THURSDAY:
So one-eyed Jakes
will no longer be a lone ranger.

He's reach his high noon

and found his darling
Clementine.

So the way I look at it,

we're not so much losing
a detective sergeant

as gaining a cowboy.

The happy couple!

I believe Mr. Bright
has something to say to you too.

In light of your late exploits
at the Chalk Tunnels,

I have made a recommendation
for the Queen's Police Medal.

And I am assured that
the request will be

looked upon favorably.

So very well done,
very well deserved.

Congratulations.

(applause)

Thank you, sir.

Morse?

Are you not coming in?

Work.

Right.

Well, I suppose...

Your other half...

I'm sorry,
I don't know her name.

Hope.

Make a go of it.

I mean to.

STRANGE:
Step to, matey!

Your pint's getting cold.

(piano music playing)

(sighs)

THURSDAY:
Any sign of Gideon Finn
or his disciples?

Not a soul.

Cleared out?

Looks that way.

What'll they do, do you think?

Back to the 9:00-to-5:00?

"The world was all before them,

"where to choose
their place of rest

"and Providence their guide.

"They hand in hand,
with wandering steps and slow,

through Eden
took their solitary way."

THURSDAY:
You'll miss him.

He kept me on my toes.

No, I'm glad.

Any man finds a measure
of happiness,

got to be a good thing.

The start he had.

If anyone deserved it.

(engine revving)