All language subtitles for Endeavour.S03E03.720p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.x264-NTb-eng

♪♪

In what appears to be
a surprise attack,

in the early hours
of this morning,

Egyptian airfields came
under heavy bombardment

from Israeli war planes.

There are further reports
of fighting between Israeli

and Egyptian troops
around the town of Rafa.

♪♪

El abuelo.

El abuelo.

La abuela.

La abuela.

La tía.

El sobrino.

El sobrino.

La sobrina.

La sobrina.

Okay, Philip.

¿Cómo se llama tu madre?

Call for Miss Hjort.

The telephone's
for school business,

not private calls.

Where's Ingrid?

She forgot something.

Morning, sir.

Oh, what's burning?

Breakfast.

The sooner Mom and Joan
get back, the better.

From where?

Mom's Aunt Reine.

She's had a turn.

It's just the mornings,
he's fine.

Sir?

Morse.

Much in?

Nights have handed over
a missing person:

Ingrid Hjort.

Danish national, 22.

Au pair to a Dr. Lorenz.

Mm.

What's this?

Lunch.

Oh, you didn't have to do that.

I could have got something
from the canteen.

Well, I can't say
they'll be up to mom's.

I'm sure they'll be smashing.

Right, get to it.

Ah, Thursday.

I was just saying to Strange,

in light of his promotion,

it's not always easy

stepping into
another man's shoes,

especially one so capable
and well-admired as DS Jakes.

Yes, sir.

Um...

But I'm sure you'll make
a very fine fist of it.

Best foot forward.

Thank you, sir.

Morning, sir.

There's a Dr. Lorenz
at the front desk.

He says he has an appointment.

Something about
a missing person.

Send him...

Send him up, would you?

When did you last see her?

Yesterday evening.

She went to night school.

When I saw the boys had not been
got up this morning,

I knocked at her door.

There was no reply,
so I went in.

She wasn't there.

Today would have been
her afternoon off.

And who looks
after your sons then?

Their grandmother,
on my wife's side.

She died two years ago.

Oh.

I'm very sorry.

How long has Miss Hjort
worked for you?

A year.

Just over.

Was through an agency, or...?

No, I know her father.

We work in the same field...
Wildlife conservation.

Have you spoken to her parents?

Not yet.

I did not want to worry them
prematurely.

Hello?

Good morning.

The office isn't open
to the public until 4:00.

If you want to enroll,
you'll have to come back then.

Detective Constable Morse,
City Police.

I'm trying to find out

if there was a student
here last night.

Ingrid Hjort,
Conversational Spanish.

Mister...?

Turnbull.

I wouldn't know about that.

Is there anyone who can tell me

if she was here or not?

Uh...

Mr. Bryden, I suppose.

5C.

I suppose you want me
to show you?

If it isn't too much trouble.

I've had these run off
from her passport.

When did she go missing?

Not too sure, sir.

But Dr. Lorenz last saw her
heading off to night school.

What night school?

Not Applehurst Road
by any chance, was it?

It was, actually.

Why?

She came with us to the pub

but left after
about five minutes.

Said she'd left her purse.

But you expected her to return?

I assumed she would.

To be honest, I don't suppose
I gave much thought to it.

I don't suppose you know
which way she would have gone

when she left the pub?

The same way we came, I suppose,
through the park.

What about boyfriends?

As a matter of fact...

There is a lad,
a student in my class.

I think they've been out
once or twice.

He works as a groundsman
at Crevecoeur Hall.

Big place out by Swimford owned
by a family called Mortmaigne.

And does he have a name?

Phil.

Philip Hathaway.

Good afternoon.

I'm Detective Constable Morse,
City Police.

I'm looking
for a Philip Hathaway.

May I introduce my brother?

Guy, this is Mr. Morse.

He's a policeman from town.

Detective Constable Morse.

He's looking for Philip.

Why? Is he in trouble?

Geoff Craven, our land agent.

No, not so far as I know.

He may be able to help us
with our enquiries.

So Mr. Hathaway,
nobody has seen her

since she left the pub
last night.

Right.

It's just that someone said
you and she...

Me and Ingrid?

No.

Oh?

We went for a drink once,

when she first started
night school,

but it didn't go nowhere.

Anywhere.

What about her employer,
Dr. Lorenz?

Did she ever mention him?

I heard her say
to Mr. Bryden

he's been in a bit
of a mood lately.

Trouble with his work, I think.

What are they like to work for,
the Mortmaignes?

They've been all right to me.

What about... Craven, is it?

The land agent.

He's Yell's man.

He's not really a land agent.

They just call him that for...

Well, something
to call him, really.

Bosses me about, mostly.

You don't like that?

Do you?

Thank you.

She had a phone call last night.

It's just come to me.

The caretaker came
and got her from class.

What time was this?

About half 7:00, 8:00.

Anything on this missing person?

Morse is looking into it, sir.

But I've been thinking...

Sandra Jordan.

Before your time... June '63.

She was blonde.

Good-looking girl,
like this latest.

Sex case.

Attacked on the way home
from work half strangled,

head injuries,
been in a coma ever since.

You think there's a connection?

Her route home from work

would have taken her past
Applehurst Road Night School...

This au pair's
last known destination.

Unsolved, presumably.

Sandra was in my Joan's year
at school.

Everything to her parents.

Awful thing to lose a daughter.

Or as good as.

Any child.

But best not get their hopes up.

They're past that, sir.

Her father, at least.

Drank himself to death.

But I made a promise
to her mother.

Do you think it's more than
just a missing person?

Well, there's no friends
or boyfriend

she might have stayed with.

Her passport's
still at her lodgings.

Why would she abandon
her charges?

All taken together, I don't
think it looks promising.

Sandra Jordan.

Attacked 5th of June, '63.

Four years to the day.

See if there's something else

that strikes a...

That str...

Shall I fetch someone?

No, don't.

Bastard!

What did they say
at your check-up?

They said I'm fine.

You didn't go, did you?

Don't you start.

I get enough of that at home.

I have a lump of metal
rattling about.

What do you expect?

Just catches me the wrong way
once in a while is all.

You want something
to mither about

with that bloody great brain
of yours,

see if you can't find
something useful

on the Sandra Jordan case.

Something that connects her
to Ingrid Hjort, maybe.

And Morse...

Not a word of this
to Mrs. Thursday or Joan,

all right?

♪ He was once
a true love of mine ♪

♪ Are we going
to Scarborough Fair? ♪

♪ Parsley, sage,
rosemary, and thyme ♪

♪ Remember me... ♪

Hey, wait!

If you want me,
you're gonna have to catch me!

Mr. Turnbull?

Give you a jump, did they?

Shrunken heads.

What's all this?

Taxidermy?

It's a hobby.

Don't you need a warrant
to come poking?

It's about Ingrid Hjort.

She's not turned up yet, then?

Not yet.

The thing is, she came
back here Monday night,

or at least left the pub

with the intention
of coming back here.

Thought she'd forgotten
something.

Her purse,

Mr. Bryden thought
it might have been.

Well, I never saw her.

Are you sure?

You might have been in another
part of the building,

mightn't you?

I locked up
soon as the last had gone.

Went to Working Man's
on Ward Lane.

So she couldn't have got
in even if she wanted to.

Someone also said that
she received a phone call here.

A personal call.

They said you came and got her.

Oh.

That's right.

Yeah, I forgot.

Yeah, I have so much to do,
it must have slipped my mind.

Was it a man or a woman?

Man.

Local, or well-spoken?

I can't remember.

I just took a name
and came and fetched her.

What about this purse?

Did you find one?

I'd have said if I had.

That might have slipped
your mind too.

How long was it you said
you worked here for?

Two years.

You weren't here in '63, then?

No, I wasn't.

The park closes
about 9:30.

We ring a bell half an hour
before the gates are locked.

Oi!

No radios, by order!

It's a family park,
it's not a monkey house!

Go on,

before I fetch
a bucket of water.

They could do with a good wash.

Long hair.

Can't tell the boys
from the girls these days.

National Service,
that's what they want.

There's no chance she would have
got stuck in the park?

I'm sure I'd have seen her.

A blonde, you say?

Mm, quite striking.

She'd have had an accent.

Danish.

I didn't see a soul.

Sometimes get one or two,

maybe doze off
and miss the bell,

but not Monday night.

So what did the policeman want?

Someone I know slightly,
she's gone missing.

Oh, someone you know slightly.

All the lingo now, eh?

Proper English gentleman.

Don't get ideas, boy.

I see how you look at her.

You know bloody well who.

Whom.

Don't push it.

You bring the police
around here,

you'll be out, boy.

Out.

You mind your place.

There was another young woman...
Sandra Jordan.

She was attacked
the first week of June '63.

She was a blonde,
like Ingrid Hjort.

First week, you say?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I was off that week.

Porthcawl.

We had a caravan there.

Dolly, my wife, rest her soul,

she was very fond
of the seaside.

So it all passed me by,
I'm afraid.

Except what I read
in the papers.

Well, I'd be grateful for a list
of all of your employees...

Groundsmen and so forth...

And if you could highlight any
that were working here then.

If you think so,

but they've all been
thoroughly vetted.

The route Sandra Jordan took
home from work every evening

is almost identical

to that most likely taken
by Ingrid Hjort,

in so far as it took them both

past the park
and the night school.

And it was the 5th of June that
Sandra Jordan was attacked...

The same date Ingrid Hjort
was last seen alive.

Anything from the night school?

Nothing from her tutor Bryden,
nor the caretaker Turnbull.

Yet.

This classmate Philip Hathaway,

groundsman at Crevecoeur.

Fined and bound over in March
for a breach of the peace.

Pub brawl.

Morse.
Hm?

Morse.

Anything on this phone call
she received?

I've spoken to the GPO, sir,

and the only call
that went through

to the night school
after half 7:00

was made from a phone box
on The High.

All right, well, keep me
apprised of any developments.

Gentlemen.

Sir.

There's something down
by the river, sir.

Sounds like it might be
a drowning.

Ricky what?

Parker.

Was he a college boy?

Town, I think.

But I only met him last night.

We went out for a swim

and I thought he was coming
with me, but he didn't.

And by the time I got back
to the bank, he wasn't there.

Did you look for him?

One of the punts was gone.

I thought maybe he'd
gone back to town.

When we took all
the rest back first thing,

the hire man said
they were still one short.

And this is where you left him?

Yes.

I mean, I think so,
but it was dark.

You know, I just wondered

whether he might have come in
after me and...

I don't know,
got into difficulty.

Why? Had you
been drinking?

Well, I wasn't drunk.

Better stay back.

Don't come any closer.

What is it?

So where's the rest of him?

God knows.

Axe, do you think?

Maybe.

Is there a Morse here?

Yes... DC Morse.

Professor Kemp...
Home office pathologist.

Something wrong?

No.

We expected Dr. DeBryn
that's all.

Fly fishing on the Tay,
I believe.

You have a body for me?

Yes.

Just the arm, is it?

So far.

Yes, well...

Drowned, most likely.

Drinking, was he?

Boat comes through,

propeller hits the body,
takes the arm off.

You sure?

His girlfriend thinks
he more likely

went in down river.

Hard to see how the arm

would have washed up here
against the current.

Well, she's mistaken, clearly.

I'll run a diatom test,
naturally,

but in my considered opinion,
you're looking at a drowning,

and that's what
my report will say.

Good day!

Right.

Get a diving team out.

Let's see if we can find
the rest of him.

Sir.

You all right to finish up?

Yes.

The pathologist wasn't long.

Mm.

You okay?

Bit of a shock?

That's life in a blue suit.

Police?

Seems an unexpected choice
for someone like yourself.

What is someone like myself?

I don't know.

Bright, I suppose.

And what are bright girls
supposed to do?

Marry well?

Oh, I...

I just meant it can be
a pretty grim kind of a calling.

Maybe I like grim.

Doesn't feel right.

No.

No, it doesn't.

Is there any news about Ingrid?

She's reported as having said

you've been in a bit
of a mood lately.

I have been?

Something to do
with your work, perhaps?

Some specimens were mislaid
in the laboratory,

but that's all.

What kind of specimens?

Urine, in the main.

I am conducting a study
into the neurobiology

of chemical communication
in mammals.

A dog, for example,

cocks its leg
against a lamppost.

We're looking at the composition
of what it leaves behind,

what chemical information
might be contained

in such material.

Would you excuse me a moment?

Yes?

Yes, he is.

Inspector?

A Detective Sergeant Strange.

I didn't want to say anything
in front of him

in case it goes nowhere,

but we've a sighting of a woman

answering Ingrid Hjort's
description

just after 9:00
the evening she went missing.

Where?

Just along
from the night school.

Witness is a Mr. Gregory.

Pools collector.

He was doing his rounds.

He saw a woman
he took to be Ingrid

standing at the curb.

Car pulled up, she got in.

Don't suppose he got
a registration?

Strange is running it now.

Oh, and when you're done here,

Strange says there's
a bird watcher gone overdue.

A bird watcher?

Dr. Moxem
from Wallasey College.

Went up to Wytham Woods
at the weekend.

Had a tutorial yesterday
and never turned up.

Go and take a look-see.

That's a job for County,
I'd have thought.

They asked if we'd anyone spare.

Oh, and that's me, is it?

Division of labor.

They also said...

Go stomping round the forest
looking for lost bird watchers?

Wytham is pretty big.

He could be anywhere.

Well, if anyone
can find him, you can.

Mr. Hodges.

You were sitting in your car
that evening.

Where were you going?

I was on my way
to the off-license.

I like a drop of pale ale
with my tea.

Well, they had run out.

So I thought
I'd take back the empties,

get a couple of bottles,
you know.

She flagged me down.

She flagged you down?

She looked upset.

I'm not one to ignore
a damsel in distress.

That's not how I was brought up.

So you pulled over.

Yes.

I wound my window down,
asked her if she was all right.

She said she'd lost her purse
and didn't have the bus fare.

I felt sorry for her,
so I said I'd run her.

Why didn't you just
give her the fare?

I don't know.

I just said it.

It was a lovely evening...
A little run out.

Run out?

Where?

Home, she said.

Where was that?

Specifically.

Oh, uh...

Out at Wytham Woods.

It's not mine.

If you were planning

on sending
throughout the kingdom

to know whom so ever
the shoe will fit.

I saw you
up at the house yesterday.

Yes.

You're the police.

Well, I'm one of them.

Julia.

Mortmaigne.

Morse.

My brother said something
about a missing girl.

That's right.

Is that what you're doing here?

Hers?

Possibly.

Oh.

Good luck.

I hope you find her,
and that she's all right.

So what, you just
left her there?

Dark, wasn't it?

It's where she wanted to go.

She just said thank you,
got out of the car.

I drove back into town.

Why didn't you tell DC Morse
when he asked if you'd seen her?

I didn't want to get involved,
I suppose.

My age, giving lifts
to young women...

Sort of thing you read about
in the Sunday papers.

I was just being
a good Samaritan.

I left her alive and well.

A knife's done this.

So, where's Moxem?

The last date in his
sketchbook is Monday.

Same day Ingrid went missing.

If Hodges' story is
on the level,

maybe she came up here
to meet him.

Confirmed bachelor,
according to the college.

50-odd.

The only birds
he had any interest in

are the feathered sort.

She must have taken it with her
from the pile at home.

Dr. Lorenz,
I must ask you,

was your relationship
with Ingrid Hjort

purely that of employer
and employee?

You mean was she my mistress?

That's a lot to infer from her
borrowing a handkerchief.

Is there any reason
you can think of

why she had to go up
to Wytham Woods

at that time of the evening?

None at all.

Did she ever mention
a Dr. Moxem to you?

Not to me.

He have any enemies,
the Parker boy?

None.

Apprentice baker.

Well-liked at his work.

Good son to his parents.

Never in any trouble.

What do you think happened
to Moxem?

Same as happened to Ingrid.

Maybe Moxem heard her
being attacked.

Judging by the state
of his camp,

whatever happened to Moxem
took place there.

Maybe it was
the other way round.

Maybe she stumbled
onto whatever happened to Moxem

and whoever did for him
went after her.

The police were up at Wytham
this afternoon.

I ran into the one
that was here yesterday.

What were you doing there?

Pass.

I went for a walk
in the Heartwood

and just straight into Wytham.

Quite a lot of them there.

Pass.

Must be quite serious.

He found a shoe, the policeman.

This missing girl.

Double.

Can't imagine it's anything.

Works for Hector, doesn't she?

Does she?

Re-double.

Evening, matey.

Come in.

Oh, cheers.

This is you, is it?

Very nice.

All the mod cons.

Bare necessities.

Oh, I got you something.

Sort of a house warming.

Oh.

It's not bad, this, is it?

Woman in the shop said
it was bang up to date.

All the latest classics.

You shouldn't have.

Listen.

When you've had an earful,

I thought we might make
a boys' night out of it.

Boys' night out?

At the pub.

You and me.

Or we could give
the other side a go.

There you go.

Bradford's.

That was right, wasn't it?

Thanks.

Bit cloudy.

You want me to...?

No, no.

It'll settle, I expect.

So, what's...

What's that?

Oh, uh, Double Diamond.

Since when?

You've always been
a Farmer's man.

Nah, it's for old blokes, beer.

If you want to be with it,

it's gotta be lager.

Is that what they swill
up at division?

Or down the lodge?

Thought Jakes was bad
with that muck...

I know that's how you think
I got it.

I didn't mean...

Maybe that's part of it.

It's nothing you couldn't do.

Rank's not about brains.

It's about playing the game.

Or not,

in your case.

You rub people up the wrong way.

Not intentionally.

No, just happens, does it?

Look.

You don't need to buy me records

or take me for a drink.

Maybe.

All the same...

Just wanted to say...

Still mates.

Yes.

Yes, we are.

Back in a sec, poppet!

This is Moxem's, is it?

Anything?

No.

Just birds.

What did you expect to find?

I don't know.

Picture of his murderer, maybe.

You think he's dead?

I don't suppose the divers

have turned up any more
of Ricky Parker?

No, but a girlfriend at County
mentioned something.

Awoman called
Mrs. Parr.

Her house is near Crevecoeur.

She reported
her livestock taken.

You might want to take a look.

♪♪

Some sort of animal?

That's what she thought.

But she didn't actually see it?

No, sir.

I just thought it was
worth taking a look

given what's happened
to Ricky Parker,

and now the disappearance
of Dr. Moxem and Ingrid Hjort

out at Wytham.

You think they're
somehow connected?

By the river, certainly.

It backs onto Wytham,
and Mrs. Parr's cottage

is no more than
a stone's throw away.

And given the state
of Dr. Moxem's camp...

Beast of Binsey, maybe.

Come on.

That was doing the rounds
when I was up.

Beast of what was it?

Beast of Binsey, sir.

It's a local legend
amongst the County boys.

Sheep savaged, else disappeared.

Usually on a full moon.

Or a full bladder.

No, no, no.

This is a dog or something, hm?

Must have been
of a decent size, sir,

make off with a goat like that.

Well, if there is
something out there,

you better find a way
to prove it.

Sir.

I don't remembering
ordering a taxi.

You're needed.

The remains would appear
to be those

of a well-nourished male
in his early 20s.

Left arm severed below the elbow

with flesh
at the trauma site torn.

And the humerus sheared through

with portions
of denuded bone remaining.

Well!

This was no punting accident.

It wasn't a boat propeller.

And it wasn't Lizzie Borden.

If I didn't know better,

I'd have to say these injuries

accord with the bite
of a large mammal

of the order Carnivora.

Most likely a family Felidae,

genus Panthera.

A big cat?

For the love of God.

I'm not saying
that's what it is.

I'm saying that's
what it looks like.

There's a difference.

I'll have no part of this.

You always were a fool,

DeBryn.

Just got word from County.

Farmers have organized

some sort of hunt
for first thing.

Mr. Bright wants
all hands on deck.

Up for a field trip, Doctor?

In a purely advisory capacity.

Hector!

Where's your brother?

The locals must have got wind

we were up here
looking for Ingrid Hjort.

Is there any notion
of our supposed quarry?

Jaguar, perhaps.

Cougar.

They're both crepuscular
by habit.

And their favored hunting spots

usually tend to center
upon a watering hole.

In Oxford?

Ricky Parker was killed
around twilight by the river.

Well, whatever it is,

I've given orders
it's to be shot on sight.

If it's turned from cattle
to human flesh,

they'll be no going back.

Believe me, I know.

You come across
this sort of thing before,

have you?

Oh, yes.
Who's this?

Oh, it's Mr. Craven, sir.

He's the land agent
over at Crevecoeur.

What's your interest?

The woods back on to the estate.

His lordship asked me

to keep an eye on things.

Where was this?

In India before the war,

and I was a young subaltern
in the colonial police.

Not far from Pankot,

where there'd been all that
Thuggee business in '35.

Man-eater had been stalking
the fire track

between Kot Kindri,

Tanakpur,

picking off villagers, herdsmen.

Children.

Bad girl, altogether.

What about you,
Mr. Craven?

You have much experience
in that regard?

Enough to know the only thing
you're likely to bag today

is a wild goose.

Good hunting.

This is a problem.

Someone has stolen
from my laboratory.

I think I know who that is.

All right for water, Constable?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

If we should encounter anything,
you stay by me, yes?

So what happened to this
man-eater of yours,

Chief Superintendent?

Not something I wish
to dwell on, Mr. Craven.

I'm sure miss would love
to hear about it, hm?

She'd be most impressed.

Not if you don't want to.

No, it's...

Well, myself
and the local commissioner,

McKendrick,

tracked it into
the Suwar Gadh Ravine.

The tiger had cached its kill
in a wallow

to keep away the hornets
and blowflies,

so we staked it out
from a machan.

Tree hide, huh?

That's right.

McKendrick took first watch.

He must have fallen asleep.

First thing I knew was this
fearful blow to my left arm.

McKendrick was being hauled
down the tree

with his neck
in the tiger's jaws.

Did you get it, sir?

Oh, yes.

I must have blacked out
from loss of blood,

because I woke up in hospital.

Yes, that was the end
of the man-eater of Kot Kindri.

Sounds frightfully heroic.

No, I fear not.

A hero would have saved
McKendrick.

Tells a good tale, your man,
I'll give him that.

If Mr. Bright said
that's how it happened,

that's how it happened.

What, him?

You've only got to look at him.

One sniff of a man-eater,
he'd be hiding under his desk.

You clearly don't know
Mr. Bright.

I know a man who's all hat
and no cattle when I see one.

It's in the trees.

It's coming!

Hector Lorenz.

So what was it?

Death due to massive
hemorrhaging.

An ambush predator typically
goes for the neck.

No bite marks, as you can see.

He's just been...

Well...

Slashed open.

Where the hell could something
like that have come from?

Circus, perhaps.

Private zoo.

Though I think it unlikely
something like that

could roam long abroad
without someone seeing it.

If it's not a big cat,

what is it?

What else could inflict
those kind of injuries?

Three or four hooked blades,
perhaps.

Aligned just so.

Unlikely, I know, but...

I'll know more
after the post-mortem.

Maybe Craven was right.

Maybe it is a wild goose chase...

For an animal, at least.

First his au pair,

now Dr. Lorenz himself.

That's meant.

Intentional.

There's design behind it.

It's not some
random act of nature.

Did he say anything?

Give you any idea
what had happened?

He was pretty far gone.

"Man-eater."

That's the only thing
I could get out of him.

And then he just...

Did you see anything?

I just ran.

All right.

Don't distress yourself.

Come on.

What was Dr. Lorenz
doing out there, anyway?

He'd been up to Crevecoeur, sir,

and left his briefcase there.

His lordship sent the boy
out there after him.

Why would he go
into the woods at all

if his business is
at Crevecoeur?

What did Dr. Lorenz
want to see you about?

Certain specimens had
disappeared from his laboratory.

And what business
would that be of yours?

Dr. Lorenz was
the Mortmaigne Chair.

The family have donated
generously to the university

over the years,

but lately, we've been
funding his research.

Into what?

A breeding program
for endangered species.

Exploring the possibilities

of artificial insemination.

It's expensive work.

Opening the park
will bring in vital revenue.

Opening the park?

I plan to turn Crevecoeur
into a natural reserve.

A safari park?

Are there any wild animals
at Crevecoeur now?

No.

My parents liked to keep
one or two cubs about the place

when we were young.

What sort of cubs?

Lion, tiger, cheetah...

A panther, once.

But they were all reintroduced
into the wild a long time ago.

What's all this?

There's been some sort
of accident

up in the woods.

It's...

Hector Lorenz.

I'm afraid he's been killed.

But he can't be.

I was only talking to him
this morning.

What happened?

"An accident"?

We're keeping
an open mind, miss,

but it may have been
an animal that attacked him.

A big cat.

They're mistaken, of course.

George?

George...

Perhaps you should see about
fetching the officers some tea.

I'm sorry.

I didn't like to get into it

in front of George,

but there's a reason
we got rid of the big cats.

She was mauled quite badly
when she was younger

by Brutus, one of the Bengals.

Ajuvenile.

What about escapes?

These cubs.

There's been reports
of a wild animal

taking livestock
for some years now.

The Beast of Binsey?

That's just folklore.

Four legs or two,

it was something
more than folklore

that killed Dr. Lorenz.

It could just as easily
have been someone

rather than something

hiding in the woods
to waylay him.

Well, whoever

or whatever it was,

it's nothing to do
with anyone here.

I've made a request of Division
for assistance

from the territorials
to contain the area.

No one in or out until we know
what we're dealing with.

Man or beast, too many people
have died already.

Sir.

I've got his briefcase.

Uniform found this
not far from the body.

It's Park Department issue.

Could be Hodges, couldn't it?

Maybe he used it
to bury Ingrid Hjork.

Let's have him brought in.

You better stay and take formal
statements from the family,

and anyone here
that saw him this morning.

We'll talk to Lorenz's
colleagues at the science park,

see if they can shed any light.

It has your father's blessing,
the park?

As much as anything.

It's all very well
being the spare,

but one has to do something
with one's time.

How was it you came to send
Philip after Dr. Lorenz?

First person I bumped into.

Said he saw him
heading into the Heartwood.

And where did you find his case?

I didn't.

Julia did.

I'll need to speak to her.

And Georgina too.

Is that really necessary?

They've both had a lot
to cope with,

one way or another.

Such as?

Oh.

George you know about, but...

Julia's husband died.

A boating accident
on the honeymoon.

I really would sooner
you didn't trouble them.

That's what we do, I'm afraid.

What did you make of him?

Dr. Lorenz?

I thought that he was using Guy.

Using my family's money.

It was always going
to end badly for him.

We're bad blood,
the Mortmaignes.

Rotten,

through and through.

Do you count yourself
amongst that?

Of course.

I must be bad, mustn't I?

I've been punished enough.

Your husband?

I'm sorry.

Tragic as it was,

it was an accident,
not divine judgment.

I thought,
when I fell in love...

that it would be
some kind of fresh start.

The slate wiped clean.

All sins forgiven.

But there can be no absolution
without true contrition.

Why?

What do you need to atone for?

I don't know.

You know, I've tried to be good.

But...

Must just be something
inside of me.

After she got out the car,

I sat there for a bit,
watching the sun go down.

And then I heard a scream.

It was horrible.

I went to see
if she was all right,

so I got the shovel
out of the boot

to protect myself.

Only with the dark
and everything,

I panicked, I suppose.

I must have stumbled
and lost the shovel.

Yeah.

A likely story.

You see, the earl liked to hunt.

That's my business:
big game.

Hector Lorenz disapproves,
and we never saw eye to eye.

What happened to the Bengal
that mauled Georgina?

Destroyed.

A man called Goggins
was in charge

when she got attacked.

I was in Freetown at the time.

The way I heard it,

the earl took them both
up to the woods,

he shot the tiger,

and then he told Goggins
he'd get the same

if he ever showed his face
at Crevecoeur again.

This Goggins, would you have
an address for him?

Six years ago.

I'll see what I can find.

I know what I heard.

There was someone else out there
in the woods.

Come on.

First, you'd never seen her.

Then when we found out
she got in to your car,

you admit you'd
given her a lift.

You told us you dropped her off
and drove home.

Now you're telling us
you got out of the car

and went looking for her
with a shovel.

You know what I think?

I think you went after her
with your shovel

because you didn't plan
on making the same mistake

you made with Sandra Jordan.

What mistake?

You left her alive.

You can't prove any of this.

We will.

Believe me.

Have you come to pray?

Uh, not today.

I'm praying for the holy land.

They're bombing Galilee.

Does Dr. Lorenz get a mention
in dispatches?

He used to come away with us
when we were younger.

We all had the most hopeless
crush on him for a while.

Me, Julia, even Mummy,

which Papa found
desperately amusing.

Your brother told me
about the tiger.

You must have been
very frightened.

You'd think.

Truth is, I don't remember
much about it.

Just being knocked down

and feeling wet.

Blood, I suppose.

It only hurt later.

But he didn't mean it.

He was only playing.

Playing?
Of course.

If Brutus had wanted to kill me,

he would have.

Besides, it was my fault.

I must have done something.

If you tease a cat,

don't be surprised
if you get scratched.

We saw very little
of our parents after that.

Where is the earl?

Nairobi.

He's happy there.

Mummy lives in Rome

to be near to the Holy Father.

You see, it really was my fault.

Daddy had to shoot him.

And he did love Brutus so.

Broke his heart, I think.

Think he really shot it?

Six years ago?

You can't keep a tiger
hidden all that time

and nobody know about it.

So what about the screams
that Hodges heard?

That was Ingrid, wasn't it?

He's lying.

For my money,
he attacked Sandra Jordan

and did for Ingrid too.

So it was a coincidence
that Dr. Lorenz was killed

in the same place
as his au pair?

Maybe.

Well, what about Dr. Moxem
and the Parker boy?

Where do they fit in?

There's two possibilities,

either there's a tiger
roaming Oxfordshire

killing people at random,

or somebody wants us
to think there is.

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♪♪

♪♪

There's a brew there.

Tea cake on the side.

Mom should go away more often.

Is everything all right?

Sat in the dark.

Oh, just work, you know.

Some things get you more
than others.

Everything all right with you?

Me?

We don't get to talk much.

Hard to get a word in
with your mom and Joan around.

I know.

It's funny.

There's never enough time
to say the things you mean to.

That you should.

The important things.

The things that matter.

I'm proud of you, you know that?

When is it you go off
on your basic?

End of the month.

That soon?

Army.

Sure it's what you want?

See the world.

I always thought you'd end up
in some cushy number.

Clerical, 9:00 to 5:00.

Somewhere where you could wear
a clean shirt every day.

Football's on.

Is it?

Highlights.

Oh, I'll come through.

Well, you don't have to,
not if you've stuff to do.

This with work...

Whatever it is,

you'll get him.

Will I?

Of course.

You're my dad.

Thought we might have a ponder.

Come in.

Dr. Lorenz, isn't it?

It's taken from a box of slides
I found at his house.

It's a safari he was on
with the Mortmaignes.

Craven is there too.

When was this?

It's undated.

Two or three years ago.

Don't mind the, uh...

You'll have to get an au pair.

You still think that was
the park keeper?

For the women?

Aye, it's him all right.

Cheers.

Maybe there's two cases there

and one's getting
in the way of the other.

I'd wondered that.

Now, Dr. Lorenz's
injuries.

If it wasn't a big cat...

Ever heard of the Leopard Man
of West Africa?

Didn't come up much
down Petticoat Lane, no.

It's a cult.

Reached its height
about 20 years ago

in Nigeria and Sierra Leone.

Over 100 deaths.

Murders, you mean?
Mm.

Performed by an executioner
called the Batti Yelli

who dresses in a leopard skin
robe and mask.

Then the chosen victim is
slashed and mauled to death

using a ceremonial steel claw.

You want me to go
into Mr. Bright's office

and tell him there's
a West African leopard cult

operating in Oxford?

No.

But maybe whoever killed Lorenz
has read about them,

or has some direct
knowledge of them.

Or maybe they've been to Africa.

Craven?

Or Guy Mortmaigne.

Why not the women?

No, I can't see it.

Even with this ceremonial claw,

I can't see either of them
having the strength to wield it.

Not to inflict the kind
of injuries that Dr. Lorenz had.

Oh, I don't know.

But I've got a feeling
that somehow

Crevecoeur is
at the heart of it.

The only thing
that appears to be missing

from the laboratory
is a vial of musk.

There's a chap
called Challer in India.

According to the boffins,
he's been developing a theory

that when a tigress
comes into season,

she marks her territory

by spraying the area
with a distinctive scent

to show that she's
receptive to mating.

And that's this musk, is it?

Well, does it have
any commercial value?

Not according
to Dr. Lorenz's colleagues.

Purely of scientific interest.

Yes.

That's first-rate work,
Constable.

DS Strange.

Anything further
on this Goggins character?

Not yet, sir.

It's his sister's number we got.

She's at work.

We left her a message
to give us a call

when she got back.

Matey, it's for you.

Bloke called Turnbull.

I found this last night,

down the back
of the ladies' lav.

The money's all there.

Must have fallen out
of her pocket or handbag.

We square, then?

Yes.

We're square.

Thank you.

She'd been very upset
a couple of months ago in class.

I gave her my number
in case she wanted to talk.

And did she?

We met for a coffee in town.

She was having problems
with her employer.

What sort of problems?

Some previous au pair
he tried to give the brush off.

She saw him out somewhere
with Ingrid

and got hold of the wrong end
of the stick.

Why was Ingrid upset about that?

She came up to Ingrid
in the street

and told her she was going
to write to her parents

and tell them what was going on.

But what was going on?

They were lovers.

But Ingrid was going
to call it off.

And it was Dr. Lorenz
who telephoned the night school

the evening she went missing.

She told me
on the way over to the pub.

You should have said
something sooner.

Well...

Better late than never.

DC Morse will see you out.

Just got off the blower
with the Taffs.

Just thought I'd run
Hodges's alibi past them.

That first week in June '63,

he was supposed to be
in Porthcawl with his wife.

There was a fire
at the caravan park late May.

Place was closed
for safety reasons.

Right.

No empties.

Did you make the off-license?

You told DI Thursday
when you bumped into Ingrid

you were taking back
some empties.

No.

No, I forgot all about it.

Would have been too late
by then anyway.

Old Tom was chiming 10:00

by the time I got back
into town.

Which off-license was it?

Marshall's.

On the Banbury Road?

Yes, what of it?

What DC Morse is getting at
is that it was an odd route

you were taking
from the park to Marshall's.

To have bumped into Ingrid,

you would have had
to have been traveling

in the opposite direction
to where you wanted to go.

Look, you can twist it
any way you like.

I didn't touch her.

And there's no way
you can prove that I did.

Can't prove it.

Can't prove it.

Can't prove it?

Can't prove it?!

Sir, sir!

Get off!

Get him off me!

Come on!

Come on!

All right, all right!

I'll tell you whatever
you want to know!

Get him out of here!

Has he said anything?

No.

Should have seen it coming.

He's not been right
since Blenheim Vale.

Hodges has put
his hands up to it.

He admits attacking
Sandra Jordan.

What about Ingrid?

The FME is getting him
patched up now.

Why?

He was laughing at us.

I've had 30 years
of bastards like that

grinning and getting
away with it.

Well, not this time.

Could have been my Joan
in that hospital bed.

Strange found evidence
at his hut.

A pair of knickers
with Sandra Jordan's initials

written on the wash tag.

Length of rope
in his glove compartment.

You could have had him,

clean and by the book!

There are no bad men, Thursday.

Only bad officers.

Hodges fell down the steps
on the way back to his cell.

Sir...

That'll be my report.

There isn't a man in the station
who will gainsay it.

But you need to get home,
you need to rest,

you need to keep your check-ups.

There's nothing they can do,
they told me.

It's too close to the heart.

Listen...

I'm all right day to day...

We've managed to bring
Goggin's sister to ground.

We've got an address for him.

We sure this is it?

This is Goggins'
last known address,

according to his sister.

Sir?

Sir.

Goggins?

It's Goggins, all right.

He's had a tiger here.

It's hardly big enough
to house a dog in.

Poor creature must have been
driven half-mad.

He's come out to feed it

and forgotten
to latch the door properly.

Ingrid was wearing something
like that, wasn't she?

The tiger's
dragged her back here.

What it could carry.

Why the hell would you want
to keep a tiger in here?

How could he afford to feed it,

for one thing?

I don't think he did.

I think he was keeping it
for someone who could afford it.

That vial of musk taken
from the animal research center,

that's somehow part of it.

All of it, I think.

Man-eater.

We've strong reason
to believe that the animal

that killed Ingrid Hjort,
Dr. Lorenz, and others

is the same that your father
kept here at Crevecoeur.

On what evidence?

On the evidence

of the declaration
of a dying man.

Someone with moments to live
and no reason to lie.

Dr. Lorenz.

I spoke to Hathaway.

The only thing Lorenz said
was "man-eater."

Hector Lorenz was Ecuadorian.

I think in extremis, he reverted
to his native tongue.

What Philip heard him say
wasn't "man-eater."

It was "manita."

Which is Spanish
for "little sister."

I think he meant
your little sister.

Georgie?

I think Georgina was
in love with him.

I can't say for certain

what passed between them,

but I think the key point is
her affections went unrequited.

We think she'd taken
to following him

to find out who he was
involved with romantically.

There was a scene
outside of his work

with a young woman

his colleagues took to be
a former au pair.

I suspect if we were to put her
in a lineup,

Dr. Lorenz's colleagues would
soon pick out Lady Georgina

as that young woman.

Your sister discovered

that not only was the animal
that attacked her still alive,

but that Dr. Lorenz was using it
as part of his research.

I think she planned
to use the tiger

to exact her revenge,

only Goggins got careless
and the animal escaped.

It looks as if
it was your sister

stole the tigress musk

and dosed Dr. Lorenz's
handkerchief with it

in the hope that it would
bring the animal to him.

But Ingrid Hjort borrowed it.

Unfortunately,
she fell foul of someone

who brought her out of Wytham.

Hello there.

Would you like me
to give you a lift?

Whatever musk remained
on the handkerchief

brought the tiger to her.

It also looks as if the doctor

made the connection
that it was your sister

who stole the vial of musk
from his laboratory.

That's what he came to say
the day he died.

I thought it sounded insane.

Is she at home?

I believe she's down
by Tiberius's memorial.

I'll fetch her.

You better call in a van...
Scene of crime.

We'll want firearms too,
if it comes back.

I'll need to use your telephone.

There's no chance this is all
some ghastly mistake?

We found a bag
up at Goggins' place,

presumably soaked in this musk
in an attempt to bring it back.

All the same, how do you know
that Georgie put it there?

The rag was tied in place
with red wool,

the same red wool I saw her with

when I first came here.

Red wool, you say?

Yes, why?

You must come with me now,
Lady Mortmaigne.

I believe you know why.

There's more like this
up at the woods.

Thought it was just a game
you guys were playing.

Maybe she was trying to lure it
back to the estate.

It's here.

What?

In the maze.

Then we've got it cornered.

My God.

Julia's in there with Milo.

I'll get a rifle.

Two!

Wait here.

Tell Inspector Thursday
what's going on.

It's okay...

It's here.

It's here, it's in the maze.

Julia's there.

Her boy's there too.

Get in the car.

You stay with her.

You wait for Thursday.

I've seen him.

This is my business, Guy.

It's my sister.

Smart cat.

When armed support arrives,

I want two men on each exit.

Nothing on four legs
gets out alive, yes?

Carry on.

Stand hard, Constable.

Keep with Sergeant Strange.

He's the best man in a pinch.

Strange?

Sir.

Sir, you're not going in.

Our friends are in peril
of their lives.

They'll not fail us.

No more should we fail them.

What's happened?

I heard a shot.

Shh, shh!

Just stay close by me.

Get back!

Get back!

Yah!

Get back!

Whoa, boy! Oi!

Where do you think you're going?

Come on.

When it jumps, you run.

What?

When it jumps, you run!

Morse!

Julia!

All right?

Morse?

Is he hurt?

No, sir.

Touch of shock is all.

Damn shame.

What a magnificent creature.

You had to, sir.

It was Morse or the tiger.

Of course, of course.

A damn shame all the same.

Sir.

Right-o.

No harm was done then.

That's the main thing.

Nothing to worry about.

Carry on.

I'd always loved him, you see.

Even as a girl.

From the moment I saw him.

He spurned your advances.

Not at first.

Only when he saw
what Brutus had done to me.

I thought I could win him over.

I'd wait outside his house,
visit him at the lab,

and then...

You saw him with Ingrid Hjort.

I think I could have taken
even that.

I mean, it was obvious
what they were to one another.

No.

It was when I followed him
to Goggins'.

Something snapped

when I saw that
the tiger was still alive.

You broke into the lab,
took the tigress musk,

doused Lorenz's handkerchief
with it.

I thought the next time
he went to Goggins' place

that Brutus would attack him.

But the tiger broke free.

There was no way
you could control it.

I just wanted him to see

what it was like.

Just for a moment.

That fear.

I never meant anyone
should come to harm.

I just meant to scare him.

If he could have understood,

then maybe
he could have loved me.

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I'm not sorry about Hodges.

Only that you stopped me.

You're better than that.

Once, maybe.

Had a sergeant to keep me
on the straight, see?

You've got Strange.

I'm not sergeant material.

No, you're inspector material.

But there's no shortcut.

I'll help you fill in
your application.

It's already in.

I sit it
at the end of the month.

Thought it would be a surprise.

Only surprise is
you pulled your finger out.

Sweet dreams.

It's why we fight.

Drink, then?

After today, several.

Gotta make the most.

Last night of freedom.

Mrs. Thursday's back,
is she?

Tomorrow.

Longest six days of my life.

"And on the seventh,
he rested."