Inspector Morse (1987–2000): Season 10, Episode 1 - Death Is Now My Neighbour - full transcript

Hi, Rachel.

Morning, Geoff.

"This is a standard palm

seen through the eyes of 130 boys
at Handsworth Grammar School."

"Alexander's studying
at the Slade art school in London."

"He called on his old art teacher
for help with an original project."

I hate this time of year.

'April is the cruellest month.'

Well, it certainly is
for one young woman and her family.

I don't know, Morse.
I've been looking into my pension.

You pay in all your life,



but when the time comes it's not
half what you thought it would be.

You're not...?

Oh, no. Mind you, you've got
to make way for the young some time.

Why?

You can't retire, sir.

What would you do?

Learn to make filet de boeuf
en croute and creme brulee?

Well, as a matter of fact, I...

It's all very well for you,
you're not married.

Don't you ever get sick of it,
Morse?

Spending your entire life on
shootings, stabbings, stranglings?

Work. That's the secret of life.

You have to buckle down

and give it your best and...



That's what my father said.

Oh.

You'd better buckle on down after
Lewis and see who shot this poor girl.

And you will give it your 'best',
won't you?

I saw him.

Definitely a him?

Do you think I can't tell
the difference at my age?

Two husbands I've had,
six children, 18 grandchildren.

Did you hear a shot
or any loud bangs?

20 past.
I was just putting the ashes out.

Going down the back, he was.

He had a hat on and all.
I thought he was her fancy man.

Thanks very much.

Come on, let the officer through.

Can we have a statement, Inspector?

Chief Inspector.

We have deadlines you know.

I don't know what the Chief
Super told you, but -

The Chief Super is losing his grip.

Well, he's getting on.

No, he's not.
He's the same age as...

Do you realise, if he goes...

You wouldn't resign.

I wouldn't have to.
I'd be out on my ear.

They'd bring in
some smarty-pants young...

He'd take one look at me...

We could use some new thinking
in Thames Valley.

Thinking, Lewis,

thinking, old or new, would be
a very welcome change all round.

I'm not ready for you yet, Morse.

Unless you'd like
to give me a hand...

Hmm...

Stocking tops...

Hmm, naked men...

Oh. I've got to be in college
in a minute.

So?

It's the big meeting
about the Mastership.

Don't worry. You're going to win.

You're going to grind that Julian
Storrs beneath your chariot wheels.

Well, maybe if we're quick.

We could always change the statutes,

and I could simply stay on
as Master.

One of my predecessors
continued in office till 103.

I don't know if anyone
wants to urge that course.

Mrs Hammersby, perhaps?

If I had such an urge, Master,
I would repress it.

Oh, but it's so bad
to repress urges. I never do.

It's 9:35, Master.

When a middle-aged Fellow
marries one of his students,

and a ravishingly beautiful one
at that...

I'm so sorry, Master.

I...

The College accepts your apology,
Denis. In my case, with envy.

May we proceed?

How close was he when he fired?

Right up against the window.

The blind was down.
She wouldn't have seen him.

Then how the hell did he see her?

Charlie, do the blind bit,
would you?

Right.

It was instant,
if that's any comfort.

I suppose it's no good asking when.

No, but you can come in now.

Miss James was seen collecting milk
just after seven.

She was Miss?

Miss Rachel James.

27, single, a physio. She worked
at a clinic on the Woodstock Road.

Her parents live in Torquay.

The woman next door saw what she
thought was Miss James's fancy man,

around the back at 25 past.

Fancy him, do you?

Another neighbour was walking a dog
along the path at the back at 7:35.

She saw the light on
and the crack in the window.

Narrow parameters. You'll have it
solved before I've done the autopsy.

It's easy enough for you,
a bullet hole like that.

Oh, a snip. A snip to see
if Miss James was pregnant,

a snip to see
if she had some fatal disease.

I'll be snipping all morning.

Someone loved her.

Due notice having been given
and due process observed,

there are only two candidates

for the office
of 35th Master of Lonsdale -

Julian Storrs and Denis Cornford.

A straight fight like this

sadly gives little opportunity
for horse trading,

but malice and spite are increased
as you know the candidates so well.

I am sure
they will both do their best

to uphold the college tradition.

Thank you, Master.

May the best man win.

I, alas, have no vote and am spared
the blandishments of the candidates.

The rest of you
will have to bear them.

Tomorrow, Founders' Feast,

the electioneering will, no doubt,
be especially intemperate.

Any other business?

No?

Then I declare the meeting closed.

A lively young wife
in the Master's lodgings?

Might it not lead to scandal?

Better than an old goat.

Look at the state of this fence.

Anyone could have got through there.
No trouble.

Where does this path
run to and from, Jackson?

It runs behind the houses
to the road.

Leave the car, walk down the path,
through the fence, down the garden.

You could be in and out
in two minutes.

Or was he leading her
up the garden path beforehand?

Who sent that valentine, Lewis?

A fancy man of a certain age,
surely?

"Hands, knees and boompsadaisy."

It's not exactly Top Of The Pops,
is it?

A patient, perhaps?

You'd better go to that clinic and
see what her colleagues have to say.

Julian Storrs.

Angela. I'm sorry.

Yes. It's as we thought.

It's just Denis and me.

Good. Then it's ours.

I never count chickens, darling,
but I do collect debts.

I don't care. We're going to win.

Just one, Angela.

Just to celebrate.

Get those out, will you?

Chief Inspector,
it was a single shot, was it?

All in good time.

Did anyone hear it?

Some neighbours may have done.

Not Mrs Adams? She's deaf
even with her hearing aid.

And this side...

Geoff Owens, Oxford Mail.

I didn't hear anything.
I'd gone to work.

Well, why the hell
didn't you say so before?!

Eight, but eight solid.
Four more and you're home.

Yes, well...

the Master had Shelly and me to
dinner last night with George
Summers,

Allied Steel Engineering?

Nice chap, he used to
be a pupil of Clixby's and...

Allied Steel Engineering may offer
two Fellowships,

worth approximately a million
and a half.

How the hell did you know that?

Clixby gave Summers lunch
with Julian and Angela Storrs.

Summers will only stump up if the
new Master is the one Clixby wants.

Hell!

You must find out what Clixby wants
for his support.

Angela, needless to say, is telling everyone
they've got the Mastership already.

Then they've got another
think coming.

I hope so. We can't have her
lording it over the college.

I know it runs against
all Oxford tradition,

but I'm not standing
just to stop the Storrs.

I actually want the job
and I'm going to get it.

Flexitime. I can get a day's work in
before anyone else arrives.

And I miss the traffic.
If I'd known I'd miss a murder...

How did you hear about it?

Della Cecil at No.2
is a friend. She phoned me.

You're not married, I take it?

No.

No-one else lives at your house?

No.

And this Miss... erm Mrs...

Cecil. Miss Cecil.

No. She's just a friend.

Alas.

What about Miss James?
How well did you know her?

She borrowed my corkscrew.
I borrowed her jump leads.

Did she have a boyfriend?

Someone sent her a valentine.

Not me.

Any close friends?

She and Della had each other's keys.
Why don't you ask her?

Thank you, sir. It never occurred
to me to question the neighbours!

Look, erm... We go to press soon.
I don't suppose -

You don't suppose correctly, sir.

Fine.

Thanks.

# MOZART: The Marriage Of Figaro,
'Non So Piu'

# Che il suon de' vani accenti
portano via con se

# Portano via con se

# Parlo d'amor vegliando

# Parlo d'amor sognando

# All'acqua, all'ombre, ai monti

# Ai fiori, all'erbe, ai fonti

# All'eco, all'aria, ai venti

# Che il suon de' vani accenti
portano via con se

# Portano via con se

# E se non ho chi m'oda

# E se non ho chi m'oda

# Parlo d'amor con me

# Con me

# Parlo d'amor con me #

Good. Very good, Nina.

I want you to concentrate
on Cherubino's frustration.

Un desio ch'io non posso spiegar!

Mi fa palpitar!

Miss Cecil?

Great stuff, Geoff.

Thanks.

Dr Storrs,
this is Geoff Owens, Oxford Mail.

We'd like to do a piece
on the election.

I need something about yourself,
your wife, your kids.

Do you have any kids?

I'd especially like
to ask Mrs Storrs

how she sees the role
of Master's wife.

Rachel didn't have much luck.

With men, I mean.

They were always married
or turned out gay.

I kept telling her she mustn't
let herself be the victim.

She was down in the dumps after
another crisis in her love life,

so I took her to a concert
at Lonsdale.

I help with the music there.

I thought a little Vivaldi
might cheer her up.

It's about all Vivaldi's good for,
if you ask me.

Well, Rachel didn't know
about music, she...

I didn't know policemen were...

I'm a Wagner man, myself.

Oh, well, Wagner.

Now, that is music.

Even if he was a horrible man.

Beauty and ugliness.

I meet those in my profession
every day.

So, what happened at this concert?

There's a Fellow of Lonsdale.

He's quite well known, actually,
Julian Storrs.

He's 60 and married,
typical of Rachel.

Of course, she wanted him to leave
his wife, but that was never on.

Julian...

Angela, she's a very,

very strong sort of...

I'm sure...

I mean, I can't imagine
that Julian would...

He's running
for Master of the College.

I understand you had keys
to Miss James's house.

Yes, she was always losing hers.

Did you use them often?

Occasionally.
Last month, for instance.

She was in London with Julian
and it started to snow.

She rang me to go in
and switch the heating on.

Have you still got those keys?

At home, yes. Do you want them?

Possibly.

Would Dr Storrs have sent that?

Was there anyone else in her life?

Oh, no.
She may have been a poor picker,

but she was always loyal
to whom she picked.

You said, 'to whom'.

My sergeant, I've been trying
to teach him the difference between

'who' and 'whom' for years.

Well,
thanks very much, Miss Cecil.

My name's Adele.

I thought Mr Owens said...

I particularly dislike
being called Della.

"It's just round the corner
from the British Museum."

"It's close to the big theatres
and to the shops."

"You can get a double room..."

Angela Storrs. Yes, just a minute.

Sorry. Who's speaking?

Yes. It's me.

No. Of course I haven't forgotten.
How could I?

Yes.

As arranged.

Diane, it's Mum.
Can you get over here right away?

No, darling. Now.

Denis, it's Geoff. We need to talk
about your article.

I'd like to ask you about
your standing for the Mastership.

If you wouldn't mind calling me,
0836-276259. Thanks.

Hi.

God, what a morning! I'm starving.

Would champagne lift your spirits?

A buck's fizz would.

A buck's fizz and another of these.

While we're about it, would you put
a bottle of No.17 on ice?

Three of them work in this clinic.
Well, there was three.

The other two are really upset.
They liked Miss James.

They both have kids
and didn't see her outside work.

She didn't talk
about her private life.

She wouldn't. Not when she was
having an affair with a married man.

"Hands, knees and boompsadaisy."

Julian Storrs sent that valentine.
I'll bet you anything.

What are you having?
A pint to help you think?

Right.

Ah, no. You'll be driving.
An orange juice, please,

and erm... I'll have a pint of that.

That Miss Cecil,

or Miss Adele Cecil,

she introduced them.

She regrets it now, but...

A highly intelligent woman, Lewis.

She likes Wagner
and doesn't like that reporter.

So why did she ring him
and tell him about the murder?

What have you got against him?

His hair, to start with.

And his car.
Bulbous little vulgarity.

That'll be £3.15.

Do you reckon
he fancied Rachel James?

He says not, but...

Have you got anything smaller?

I've just changed two notes.
I'm out of change.

Sorry.
Er... Lewis, do you have er...?

Thank you.

I'm only asking you
for one small favour.

You know how much I've done for you.

Don't bully me.
You've always bullied me.

Nonsense. And I'm not bullying you
now. I'm simply asking you...

Well, this is a...

This is a pleasant surprise, Diane.

A surprise, anyway.

Have you had lunch, Julian?

We mustn't jump to conclusions, but
suppose Owens did fancy Miss James.

Suppose he was jealous of him.

Of who?

Lewis.

Of Storrs.

Suppose Miss James rejected
Owens's advances.

Suppose she didn't. Suppose she was
carrying on with Storrs and Owens,

and your Miss Cecil fancied Owens
and was jealous.

She's not my Miss Cecil.

She doesn't even like him.

Says not. Suppose
she was having an affair with Owens

and he was looking next door
instead. She had a key.

She could have been in and out
all the time.

We are not looking for a woman,
Lewis.

She put you straight on to Storrs.

She pretends not to like Owens,
but she gives him his alibi.

Right. Let's check that alibi.
Go to the Oxford Mail.

Find out precisely
when Owens arrived.

There's something wrong with that
man. I can feel it in my -

Beer?

Thank you, Lewis.

No. No, I'll take you up
on it later.

Now let's get on.

What do you mean
it's too erudite?

Oh, all right,
but for God's sake -

What?

Wouldn't anyone feel better suited
to the Mastership than Julian?

No. You can't quote that.

I see nothing wrong with ambition.

In fact, I don't think
there's enough of it about.

I'd rather not do that if you -

No, no. We're not politicians.
It's all very gentlemanly.

Well, if Julian's willing,
I suppose

So long as there's nothing too
personal. Can we do both at once?

Yes. I can arrange that.

OK. Yeah.

Thanks.

Now, where were we?

Yes, I er...

It's childish, I know, but...

It wasn't really a grand passion on
her side or mine. It was more a...

I just liked her very much.

I...

Well, she...

understood. She...

Understood what, sir?

My wife is a...

We met on a cruise in the Pacific.
I was the guest lecturer

and she, er...

Well, everyone drinks rather a lot
on those things and er...

To tell you the truth
I didn't really notice.

Do you want another?

Thanks. I'm fine.

She, er...

Angela...
I mean, in her own way, she's...

Look, there's no need for her to
know about me and Rachel, is there?

I don't know, sir.

Where were you
at seven o'clock this morning?

Me?

Oh, up and about. I like to start
work early, always have done,

ever since I was in the erm...
in the erm...

Well, anthropology begins at dawn.

Before, sometimes.

Can your wife
confirm where you were?

Ah, well,
you see, we have separate bedrooms.

She likes to sleep in, you see,
and erm...

But this morning, as it happens,
I went into hers and we, er...

If you ask her about that,
she'll want to know why. She'll

No other witness, sir?

Do you have witnesses
when you're in bed with your wife?

I'm not married.

Miss Cecil says...

Come on! Don't believe everything
Adele Cecil tells you.

I'm sorry. She...
She didn't approve of our liaison.

She was hardly one to speak.

She, erm...

One of my colleagues and she,
they er...

Which colleague was that?

I'm sorry.
I'd really rather not say.

It was Denis Cornford,
my rival for Master, as it happens.

He's married since.
If you ask me, that's why Adele...

What would the Fellows say if they
knew what you'd both been up to?

Congratulations, I should imagine.

The only way you can get rid of a
Master here is for moral turpitude,

and if that meant fornication, we'd
be lucky to keep one in 500 years.

I understand they take rather
that liberal view in the Pacific.

What?

Oh, yes. They did till
the wretched missionaries got there.

You erm...?

My father was obsessed
with Captain Cook.

'Captain James Cook, 1728-1779,'
he always called him.

He said he was the greatest explorer
that ever lived.

You couldn't say that today.

The modern view is that
Western explorers brought guns,

disease and Christianity,

each equally destructive
to an idyllic way of life.

Idyllic?

Well...

Rachel...

If things had been different.

Oh, God!

You know, sometimes I wish I ran a
little corner shop and sold jujubes.

I expect you'd really
rather run a college, sir.

Yes. Well...

I think I'm really more a scholar
than an administrator.

I've got a two-day conference
this weekend in Bath.

But it means a great deal
to my wife.

Hi. Shelly Cornford.

Oh, Clixby, hello.

Well, yeah. OK.

I can manage that.

Hey, you know what it's like.

You don't put antipersonnel mines
round car parks.

Nuffield didn't know
what he was starting.

With this system
we can keep cars out

and check who's coming in and out
and when.

There's too much trusting people
about when they come and go.

You can't rely on anyone.

Has Mr Owens...

I don't mean Geoff. One
of the hardest-working people here.

Here between 7:00 and 7:20
every morning, week in, week out.

He's not due till 7:30.
No, good company man, Geoff.

What about this morning?

Er... 7:18 and 14 seconds.

And he left again?

8:43 and 57 seconds.

Thanks. It's just with him
being a neighbour, you know.

He's furious. Lives next door
to a murder and misses it.

It's no use to you.
You couldn't get your books in.

To make a decent drawing room, you'd
have to put in at least two RSJs.

Whatever they may be.
I do love house hunting.

I can pry into other people's lives,
all their squalors and shabbiness.

It's only shabby
because they're going to move.

Your house isn't shabby. Your taste
is thought to be most original.

But we're not going to move.
Or are we?

It was so sweet of you to lend
your expertise to help an old man.

Can I beg the further favour
of a cup of tea,

before I return to the lodgings
which could so easily...

Ah, Lewis. What's the stop press
from the Oxford Mail?

Geoffrey Owens has done
a pretty good story.

And what's the story
on Geoffrey Owens?

He clocked in to the car park
at 7:18, clocked out again at 8:43.

The gun was a Beretta .38 automatic.

Oh, and Dr Hobson said
Miss James wasn't pregnant.

Did Storrs say where he was?

In bed with his wife.

Having an affair makes a man keener
to make love to his wife, they say.

No-one makes love before breakfast.
Not on a weekday.

He'd got a bad back. He'd tell
his wife he was seeing his physio,

which, of course, he was.

Let's see what Mrs Storrs
says she was doing this morning.

You really do love Denis
in spite of the age difference?

Because of it, maybe.

Experience and innocence, you know?

Hmm. How much do you know
about his experience?

I know about Adele Cecil,
if that's what you mean.

She wasn't the only one.

I should hope not, a man his age.

Anyways, I'm more interested in the
future than the past.

Quite right. Away with old fogies
like me. Not relevant, are we?

Not like... is it media studies
Denis wants to introduce?

So we'll all know
how to work our videos.

Well, you need a PhD for that.

You and Denis, you must judge me.
I live entirely for the present.

People do as they get older.

Well, I'm glad
there are compensations.

And to be brutally up to the minute,
not to say state of the art,

I presently have power
to change your life.

I don't see the point of having power
if one doesn't abuse it. Do you?

This isn't funny, Clixby.

No.

The deal is, as you Americans say,

I can make Denis Master,

but only if you...

Think of it as charity, my dear,
making an old man happy.

Old man? Old creep!

And when I tell Denis...

Oh, if Denis gets to know,
of this conversation,

Summers will express his preference
for Julian Storrs immediately.

You can just piss off our garden!

Think about it my dear.

A tiny sex act,
A huge award.

Thanks for the tea.

Are you sure you won't have one?

Thanks, but on duty, you know.

I'm sorry. I am rather nervous.

I've never been questioned
by the police before.

It's not really a questioning,
madam.

We just have to eliminate all Miss
James's clients from our enquires.

Of course.

Such a horrible -

All I need to know is where your
husband was between 7:00 and 7:30.

What did he tell you?

Well... it's true.

But I don't know
how you expect us to prove it.

You're quite sure of the time,
Mrs Storrs?

When you get to our age, Inspector,

it happens so rarely
you remember every single detail.

I think excitement about the college
set him off. Did he mention that?

Yes.

Anyway...

As it happens,

my radio alarm went off

just... as...

Jim Naughtie at a time like that!

Before you ask if there were any
witnesses to this unusual act, I...

I had a good figure when I was
young. I tried most things,

but public lovemaking...

Have you ever tried that?

No. No.

Nor have I.

So... Does this mean you'll have to
keep us on your list of suspects?

What makes you think
that you're a suspect?

Oh, but suppose my husband did it
and I was lying to protect him?

Wouldn't that make me an accessory?

Yes.

Well, perhaps he did.

Perhaps I am.

But we mustn't joke
about such things.

That poor girl.

Are you sure
you wouldn't like a drink?

Quite sure. Thank you.

Maybe Mrs Storrs killed Miss James.
She had the motive.

She couldn't shoot straight,
not the amount she drinks.

Surgeons drink to steady themselves.

We are looking for a man, Lewis.

Ah, Lewis.

Ah, Morse. How's it going?

Nothing much to report yet, sir.

What's the matter?
Brain not what it was?

My brain is fine, thank you.

I did today's Times crossword
in 11 minutes.

If you spent more time on your case,
you would have something to tell me.

I'd like to have something
for the Chief Constable tomorrow.

It's his team
against the Lord Lieutenant's.

The Chief's asked me to tee off
with him against Sir Henry.

That's nice for you.

You can get some advice
about your pension.

What?

He's the chairman
of an insurance company.

One doesn't talk business
on a golf course, Morse!

You keep him up to the mark, Lewis.

No more crosswords...
and a lot less beer.

- 'Eavening Officer.
- Goodeavening sir.

- Mr Cornford.
- Hello, Geoff.

Hi, there.

Ooh, Denis.

This first fine careless rapture,
it's supposed to wear off.

Who says? Right.

It's Founders' Feast tonight.

Angela will be wearing something
extremely expensive and vulgar.

We must go for understated elegance.
What have you got?

Er...

You know the secrets of my wardrobe.

Yes. Time for a commando raid
on the boutiques.

We've got to show this woman up.

People like Julian. We've got to
remind them what a cow SHE is.

We're not, just a teeny bit,

letting this election
affect our judgment, are we?

Nothing in my life
has ever mattered more...

and you are entirely to blame.

I used to laugh at people who talked
about having a purpose in life.

Not any more.

Come in.

Good morning, sir.
Good morning, madam.

Just down there, please.

If there is anything else,
please cal room service.

Thank you very much.

Angela.

Breakfast.

Geoff!

Geoffrey!

Is something the matter, madam?

We're supposed to be going racing.
He won't answer the phone.

He's usually up by 6:30,
but I can't wake him.

Mr Owens?

Mr Owens?

Mr Owens!

Come on. Come on!

For God sake.
Move over.

Weekend drivers.

Não precisamos ser mortos.

It's No.15.

I know it is, and I know where
you were supposed to be all night,

keeping Bloxham Drive safe.

I was here, sir. I -

Did you hear the shot?

No, sir.

What were you listening to?
Heavy metal?

Oh, Morse, look at this.

It looks like the twin brother of
the one that did the job next door.

I'll excavate the other one
when I get back to the lab.

Any idea when?

Same time as yesterday.
7:00 to 7:30.

As to tomorrow's, I should say
probably 7:00 to 7:30.

Shall we put it in
our diaries now?

It looks like Owens let him in, sir.

No sign of forcible entry.
The front door was locked.

The back door was shut,
but the snib wasn't on.

Right. He came through the garden.

Shouldn't you put a guard on No.13?

What?

The few remaining residents
will welcome protection.

And the killer's working his way
down the street. 17, 15...

13 is obviously next.

Madam, could you stand well back,
please.

A grisly job for a woman, Lewis.

These remarks she keeps making...

It's a form
of displacement activity.

Oh, yeah?

Who lives at No.13?

Wait a minute.

11... 15.

There is no No.13.

Come on.

Right.

You're coming along from there,
looking for Owens at No.15.

7, 9,

11, 13,

15.

But as the builder was superstitious
and there's no No.13...

Nine times out of ten
the victim is known to the murderer.

Rachel James was the tenth.

She didn't know him
and he didn't know her.

Because it wasn't her
he meant to kill.

But...

I know he fired through the blind
at Miss James, at a silhouette.

Surely he could see it was a woman?

Rachel James had her hair
pulled back,

like his horrible ponytail.

Talk about death by misadventure.

Mistaken
for the next-door neighbour.

You get back to the Oxford Mail.
I'll see what I can dig up here.

Let's try in there.

No, no. It's too expensive.

Nonsense. It's war to the death.

I want you to blow Angela
right out of the water.

Bloody hell!

Yes. Strange.

I thought you should know, sir.

I think Rachel James
was killed by mistake for Owens.

I don't care if she was...

Yeah. All right. Thanks.

Yes. Right. Thanks.

Sorry, sir.
I forgot to switch it off.

You shouldn't bring your work
with you.

It's no way to relax.
It just doesn't do.

You must play the shot again,
Sir Henry.

Thank you. I will.

Bloody hell!

Was he working on anything dodgy?

Not that he told me.
Just the usual local stories.

Did people like him?

I never had any complaints.

He was a bit reserved.
Aloof, you might say.

I mean, coming in
earlier than anyone else,

leaving before everyone else.

He didn't mix with the rest of us.
He didn't want to.

He only really had one hobby.

She's the one that was going racing
with him today.

This one lives across the road.

She was very iffy about him,
apparently. Now I see why.

Not into commitment, our Geoffrey.

Starting early is a damn good excuse
for not staying the night before.

A complicated love life.
How much did you pay him?

Not enough for the way he lived.
I assumed he had private money.

I don't need two, darling.

You'll need 10 when I'm Master.

We're going to be dining
all over England.

I'm perfectly happy with life as it is,
darling. You mustn't be disappointed

You don't honestly think
I could lose?

No.

To Julian Storrs?

No, it's just...

You want it so badly,

it's scary.

If I don't get the Mastership,
it'll be too late.

I'll have wasted my...

I'll have let you down.

OK.

OK.

Let's leave these in your room.

I'll change there before the feast.
They won't get crushed in the car.

Oh, God.

You start taking your clothes off
in college...

Lewis, look at this.

Owens was a blackmailer.

I found all these in his study.

So that's where the money came from.

It certainly wasn't his salary.

It looks like he was on to something
at Lonsdale College.

Here's his own story,
written a few weeks ago,

about the Master of Lonsdale's
retirement.

There's nothing in it
that isn't known already,

so why should he keep it
in a special file...

and put these initials there?

DC.

There's Denis Cornford.

He's one of the College Fellows,

a candidate to succeed CB.

So, Clixby Bream.

So who's AM?

I don't know.
It's not Julian Storrs, obviously.

We can forget about him, as his
girlfriend was murdered by mistake.

He couldn't have killed Owens,
not if he was in Bath.

We'd better check that he was
and there really is a conference.

Right.

I know his face, don't I?

Lord Hardiman.

He used to be
government spokesman on transport.

Very hot on family values.

I haven't heard him
pronouncing recently.

And these others...

Well, this one is fraud.

This one is fiddling the books,

and this...

This...

Well, you can see for yourself.

They all go back a long way,
but this one...

This one I have heard of.

Kenneth Martin was a businessman,

about to sail away from his wife
with some bimbo.

So wife and daughter shot him
and then set fire to the boat.

Alice Martin. She's AM.

She is, but what's she got to do
with the Mastership of Lonsdale?

I want all these people
investigated now.

Sir, I've got to go to my son's
school to see the headmaster.

On a Saturday?

Yeah, it's er...

Him and his mates,
I don't know what they've done.

The head wants all the parents

Lewis, we're dealing
with a double murder!

I've got to go, sir.
I'll only be an hour or so.

Well...

Well, do what you can before you go.

Adele?

It's Morse.

Sorry. I've had journalists ringing
the bell all morning. It's been...

Would you like to get out for a bit?

I realise you and Geoffrey Owens
were...

Had...

No, we did not!

I could never...

Not with a man like that.

Like what, exactly?

You couldn't trust him.

Oh, come on.

You can't seriously expect me
to jeopardise my marriage,

my own happiness and Denis's.

Well, now. Denis's happiness.

You're new to Oxford.

You don't understand.

The dons are malicious,
spiteful creatures.

They don't vote for someone,
they vote against them.

They'll vote against Denis,

even though
he's the best man for the job.

Why? I don't understand.

He's let them know
how much he wants it.

A fatal error. They'll vote
for Julian, in spite of his wife.

He doesn't seem so ambitious,
but he is, probably more.

Are you saying...?

Do you mean Julian already has it
in the bag, because if so

It would be,
if the bag wasn't a money bag.

The spite of the Lonsdale Fellows
is nothing compared to their greed.

And a million and a half pounds?
Well...

I really do control the future,
Shelly.

Denis can be Master,

but only if you do what I want.

You should ask yourself,
would he ever forgive you,

if he knew you'd ruined
the one great chance in his life?

It drove him mad.

All the other girls rolled over,

but I...

I'm not like that.

I look for...

I don't know, but not...

If that's how you felt,
how could you be friends?

Oh, I...

I baffled him.

Geoff wanted to understand
what it was I...

I...

I think I was the only one
who ever told him off.

His mum died
when he was a little boy, you see.

He left his whole family behind
when he moved south.

He boasted about that,

how they were all
very ordinary people, while he...

It's not flattering
to be treated as mother

by someone of his age, but...

There was a conscience there,

vestigial, but...

Very vestigial, I'd say.

Did you know he was a blackmailer?

A...?

He seems to have been blackmailing
Sir Clixby Bream among others and...

I believe
you also know Denis Cornford.

He seems to have been
blackmailing him, too.

Oh, my... my God.

This is too awful. I...

What?

Denis went to see Geoffrey
last night.

I saw him.

I'll join you in a minute.

I hate French.

That's got nothing to do with it.

It's a question of manners.

I thought we'd brought you up
to be well-mannered.

Plus we've got a double murder
on our hands.

I left work in the middle
of an investigation because of you.

Will you help me write my apology?

Please, Dad. You know I'm
no good at French.

Ask your mother.
I've got to get back.

When you get home, Dad.

Well, I may be late tonight.

You never help me.
You're always too busy.

Come on.

Why do you put up with that
old bloke ordering you about?

Now, look -

It's time you got a life.

That's... I mean...

Geoffrey Owens?

You may have been the last person to
see him alive, except his murderer.

What were you doing at Owens's
last night, sir?

He did an interview
about the Mastership.

He seemed sure I'd get it.
I don't know why.

And I do bits and pieces
for the Mail.

Economic matters. I've done a piece
on the EMU, actually,

trying to simplify it
for the layman and...

How long were you there, sir?

About half an hour.

And then?
I went home.

My wife will tell you.

See, it's not so much last night
as first thing this morning.

Oh, that's easy enough.

I jog before breakfast,

along the lanes around Rousham
with Paul Thompson.

He's a solicitor in Bicester.
He'll tell you.

Thank you, sir.

The journalism is
your only connection with Mr Owens?

Absolutely.

Are you sure, sir?

Because we believe
he was engaged in blackmail.

Good God!

Geoff?

Really? I... I mean

We found a piece of paper
with your initials among others.

There must be hundreds, thousands
of people with my initials.

Connected with Sir Clixby Bream?

I understand, sir,
that you and Miss Adele Cecil...

Oh, everyone knows that.

I mean, it was before...

Before I went to America
and met my wife.

Does she know about it?

Of course.

Any time you want to do it again...

Once was quite enough.

Well, if that's your attitude.

Actually,
you could do it 1,000 times

and I still wouldn't support Denis.

You Americans are so naive.

What the hell do you mean?

Denis once had an affair
with my wife. He never told you.

He ruined my marriage.
I've waited a long time to ruin his.

Thank you for being so... obliging.

But you said you -

You sold yourself like
a common whore... for nothing.

Denis will never be Master.

You (BLEEP).

See you at Founders' Feast, my dear.

We're home.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Did I...?

Well, if you will drink
vodkas and tonic before lunch,

then have a whole bottle of wine...

Darling, look,
tonight is very important.

You really...

Just wait until you see
the dress I bought in Bath.

Right. Thanks.

This AM,

she's Angela Storrs.

Who? Oh!

They kept the file open.

Alice Martin got off.

The only evidence
was a confession from her daughter.

Deborah, she was called. She gave it
to an undercover policewoman,

which the court ruled
made it invalid.

So, mother and daughter

walked off
without a proverbial stain.

Changed their surname
to Cullingham.

Alice became Angela,

Deborah, Diane.

And ten years later,
Angela Cullingham

became Mrs Angela Storrs.

But how did Owens know that?

He's a reporter.
He followed the story.

But they can't be trialed again,
so how...

Judicial rules
don't apply in Fleet Street,

especially if someone
wants a story forgotten.

And just imagine,
a distinguished scholar,

about to become Master
of an Oxford college,

his wife suddenly exposed
as a murderess.

Oh, we've cracked it, Lewis.

The Storrs were in Bath last night.
There is a conference.

Jackson checked.
They were served breakfast at eight.

They WERE in Oxford
when Rachel James was killed.

Yeah, but we're assuming
it's the same killer.

Perhaps after the first attempt,
they hired someone to shoot Owens.

They fixed up a professional killer?
Within 24 hours?

Well, if AM didn't kill Owens,
that just leaves CB and DC.

For the last two mornings Denis
Cornford was jogging round Rousham

with a highly respectable solicitor.

Well, then,
it must be Sir Whatsit Bream.

Let's find out.

You know, sometimes I wonder
why I married you.

Other times, I know exactly.

Don't. Don't.
You'll wreck the illusion.

Owens was a bit of a crawler,

but he didn't try to blackmail me,
I assure you.

Why do you think your name
was in his file?

I can't think. I mean, I've never
done anything so far as I remember.

It would be something
that you'd remember.

What else was in this file?

Nothing.

That's what's so odd.

Where were you between 7:00
and 7:30 this morning, sir?

In bed.

Have you any -

One of the great lacks in my life

is a regular concubine.

Look, this is really -

Sir, if you wouldn't mind.

My wife died three years ago,
since when I...

My housekeeper comes in at 7:45
to make my breakfast.

She saw me today
at the usual time.

Have you got a car, sir?

Yes, but really
it's preposterous to accuse me.

We're not. Just trying
to eliminate you from our enquiries.

Can you think why Owens kept
this cutting about the Mastership?

Perhaps he knew something about one
of the candidates for my succession.

Oh?

Julian did spend his youth
in the South Seas measuring
the size of women's breasts.

Very important work, apparently,
but a very discreet man.

Denis, though, went off to the
Harvard Business School for a year

and came back
with the most appalling jargon

and one of his students for
his wife. We know nothing about her.

Americans...
American women, you know,

they have very different ideas
to ours about...

About what?

'She's very open about
her ambition for her husband.'

'And Mrs Storrs?'

'Angela? She is ambitious,
too, but more subtle.'

Late marriage, not quite top drawer,
but then, these days...

I like Angela.

I'm sorry, but we have this feast

and an important guest
from Allied Steel Engineering.

He's making a generous donation -

The name and address
of your housekeeper?

Oh, come. Do you honestly think -

I never think, sir.
I didn't get a degree.

Where have you been?
Chapel's in five minutes.

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

About you and Clixby's wife.

Who the hell...?

Why didn't you tell me!

Get your clothes on.
We'll talk later.

You don't know what you've done.

Clothes!

It's your fault.

What is my fault?

10 years ago.
Eight years before I met you.

For God's sake, this is very old
history. Anyway, who told you?

He did, of course.
He's never forgiven you.

What?

When did he say that?
When was this?

This afternoon.
He came round this afternoon.

He came round to tell you that?!

Why?

What's going on between you two?

All you ever talk about
is the Mastership.

It's the only think you care about.
Well, if you wanted it that bad...

What?

He said he'd make sure you get it.
I didn't know -

Wait. Wait. Wait.

He said...?

Yes.

And you?

Yes.

So, you could be Master
of Lonsdale... College.

But...

Oh, for God's sake, you...

are the stupidest...

How could you fall for...?

I'll bloody kill you!

Bitch!

# VIVALDI: Gloria In D

# In excelsis Deo...

Shelly? Shelly?

Excuse me, sir. Let me see.

Shelly. Oh, my God, Shelly!

Ambulance. Lonsdale College.

Emergency.

# Gloria in excelsis

# Deo

# Gloria in excelsis Deo #

I've heard of mutton dressed as
lamb, but never before as chicken.

Morse.

I'm at Lonsdale College.
Get Dr Hobson over here, right away.

We've got another violent death
on our hands.

Be upstanding for grace.

Benedic nobis deus omnipotens

et his donis quae ex liberalitate
tua sumpturi sumus,

per Iesum Christum
Dominum Nostrum. Amen.

Amen.

Mr Cornford?

I'm very sorry, sir.

You... Yes.

It was an accident, of course. One
of the students saw the whole thing.

I'm very sorry we imagined,
even for a moment...

You don't know what sorrow is.

Would you like to tell me
exactly what happened, sir?

She loved me so much.

She...

You think...

You go through your life
trying to...

You think you've found...

I'm withdrawing from the Mastership,
resigning my Fellowship.

I couldn't...

Bream...

I'll kill him.

People...

People who...

like tearing the wings
off a butterfly.

I, er... don't want to...

at a time like this, but...

You're really sure you can't help us
about the death of Geoffrey Owens?

Owens?
Erm... I'm sorry, I can't. I...

I only knew him on business.

Am I going...?

She...

She was...

We could have stayed at home,
you know.

But you need to be fresh
for tomorrow morning's seminar.

So I do.

DC.

What?

There's someone else
with the initials DC. Della Cecil.

She's Adele, not Della.

Owens called her Della. Look, we've
believed everything she's told us.

She pointed us to Dr Storrs
and then to Mr Cornford.

Everything diverted attention
away from her.

Perhaps she was having an affair
with Owens

and he was two-timing her
with Rachel James.

Maybe there was no mistake in the
house number. She killed them both.

Maybe she did.

Morse?

Sad case.

Sad?

I have to tell you,
things like this...

There's a pub down the road.
You wouldn't like to buy me a drink?

I'd love to, but

Oh, sorry, I forgot!
Would you let me buy you a drink?

I'm sorry, but er...

There's someone I have to see.

Oh, well, then. Of course.

No drinking on duty
for Chief Inspector Morse.

I'll see you at Bloxham Drive
tomorrow morning.

We should try and get there before
the murder! It'll save time.

Good night, Morse.

Good night, Doctor.

You're doing pretty well.

People who do crosswords
have blanks in their lives

and they haven't a clue
how to fill them. Don't you think?

When I told you Geoffrey Owens
was blackmailing people,

you didn't happen to be one of them?

What on earth
could he blackmail me about?!

Denis Cornford?

Who the hell told you about that?

Dr Storrs.

Julian Storrs should look
to his own affairs.

What does that mean?

Him and Rachel.

With his stepdaughter. Rachel said
she lived with a married man

and he left a wife
and three children.

He was useless for Rachel...

You're not answering my question!

Oh, come on.

Denis and I were grown-ups.
Neither of us was married.

It all ended three years ago
when he...

And who on earth would care
in this day and age, anyway?

You have to abuse children
or dogs or...

You've suspected me all along,
haven't you?

Pretending to be nice,
when all the time

Please.

Something very...

tragic happened this evening.

There was an accident.

Mrs Cornford is dead.

Oh, God, no.

Oh!

Oh, poor Denis.

That beautiful girl.

He was so in love with her.

Oh.

Oh, poor Denis.

Do you still love him, Adele?

No, no. I'm...

I'm long over that, but...

Did you love Geoffrey Owens?

No.

Ever?

No!

Where were you at 7:30 this morning?

Down the road
shooting Geoffrey, of course!

Just as I shot Rachel on Friday!

Saturday mornings I'm disc jockey
for the Nuffield Hospital Radio

between 6:00am and 9:00.

About 20 people can tell you
where I was between those hours.

Satisfied?

Delighted.

This can be a (BLEEP) job
sometimes.

You have to...

put aside... all you know.

How you could possibly imagine...

I have to imagine everything.

So many deaths.

So much horror.
How can you bear it?

My mother was a Quaker. I have
an overwhelming sense of duty.

Even when it goes against
your own interest?

Especially then.

How can I make it up to you?

Well, you could start
by telling me your name.

Morse.

Everyone just... calls me Morse.

I do have a first name, of course,
but...

I'd have to know you better.

You won't know me better
if you don't tell me.

Right.

My...

A whole life's effort

has revolved around Eve.

Nine letters.

And that is the truth,

the whole truth.

Have another while I work it out.

I'd love to, but...

You'd better be off, then.

This, erm...

Quaker side of you.

It doesn't overwhelm everything,
I hope?

Good night.

Catching up on your sleep,
Lewis?

Just thinking.

Any joy?

Modified rapture.

She is completely innocent.

Not completely.

Her and Denis Cornford?

And what were you thinking about?

There's someone else
with the initials DC.

Angela Storrs's daughter,
Diane Cullingham.

I'll pick you up at six
in the morning. We're off to Bath.

They got here 7:30 Friday evening
and ate in the restaurant.

I've got the itemised bills.

You never know.

What's celeriac?

It's a kind of root veg -

It's delicious.

Baked cod?

We only have baked fish
when the wife's slimming.

We always have a...

What did they have
for Saturday breakfast?

A full English for both of them
with hot chocolate.

Not slimming, then.

For lunch,
she just had a goat's cheese salad.

Which is.

And a bottle of red wine,
which isn't. What did he have?

He was out at a conference.

They went to Oxford for dinner,
but this morning,

one full English breakfast
with chocolate

and a special request for virtually
fat-free milk with Weetabix,

natural yoghurt and brown toast
and decaffeinated coffee.

Why would anyone suddenly change
her habits like that?

Well, perhaps she didn't.

Perhaps it was two different women.

How many single women
were here Friday night?

I could soon find out for you.

Just tell Sergeant Lewis.

Morning, sir.

Hello. What are you doing here?

Working, sir. Same as you are.
Could I have a moment?

I'm due at my conference at nine.

I shan't keep you long.
Where's Mrs Storrs?

She's sleeping in.
You don't need to tell her about...?

No, no, no. I'll walk with you.

Mrs Livingstone, she's a regular,

takes her son out from school
most weekends.

Miss or Mrs, probably Ms,

Caroline Gore.

She's still here. American.

And Miss Diane Cullingham.
We've not seen her before.

Where does she live?

Thame, near Oxford.

Enjoying the hotel? The food here,
you and your wife, you're gourmets?

Well, I am.
My wife, alas, is diabetic.

She's rather limited
in what she can -

Does the name Geoffrey Owens
mean anything to you, sir?

The Oxford Mail man?

Yes. He rang me just the other day.
Why?

He was shot yesterday morning by
the same gun that shot Miss James.

Good God.

He was Miss James's
next-door neighbour.

Really? No, I didn't know that.

No?

Oh, God, what a dreadful thing.

For heaven's sake, I mean...

Did Miss James ever talk to you
about him, sir?

Not that I recall.

I really don't remember her
ever saying anything about...

We didn't have much time
for that kind -

No. All right. But you do understand
why I felt obliged to see you?

Yes, yes. Yes, of course. I mean...

If anything does occur to you...

What time will you be back
from your conference?

I, er...

Well, to tell you the truth,

I was planning to skip
the 11 o'clock session.

It's about Laplanders
and they're not really my, erm...

My wife and I
were planning to take a walk

Right. Right. Thank you, sir.

Diane Cullingham.
Spent Friday night only.

I thought so.

Lives in Thame.
DC Jackson's on stand-by.

Well done, Lewis.

Right, Storrs won't be back till 11.

Get Jackson to confirm
she is who we think she is.

Meanwhile... You haven't got
a pound? I seem to have er...

Thanks. You improve your mind
with that, Lewis.

But first, ask the maid
if it was the same woman she saw

in the Storrs' room both days.

And we may need collaboration
from our local colleagues.

Right, sir.

You'll find me in the Dower House.

There's so many breakfasts.

It's important, Cathy.

I think... Well, I definitely
saw her this morning.

Yesterday...

She was still under the bedclothes.
She just sort of grunted.

You couldn't swear
it was the same woman?

I wouldn't want to

Thanks.

How are you doing?

The Azed puzzle
is the best in the world.

No question, but some of the words!
You need a dictionary.

I thought you'd
swallowed one at birth!

Storrs.

Hello, darling.

Hello, darling.

Are you ready for your walk?

I'm sorry, sir. Madam.

This is my sergeant, Sergeant Lewis.

Would you mind answering
some questions

about the deaths of Rachel James
and Geoffrey Owens?

Shall we, erm...?

Miss Cullingham?

Yes?

DC Jackson. May I come in?

I know where you were alleged to be
on Friday morning, madam,

but where were you on Friday night
and Saturday morning?

I was here. At the hotel.

When?

What do you mean, when?
I was here all night.

We got here, what time was it?

It would be 6:30, seven o'clock.

We never left the hotel.

Sure about that, madam?

Ask the concierge. He didn't return
the car until yesterday afternoon.

We had to go to Oxford
for the feast.

But Mrs Storrs didn't need your car
Friday night.

Not when you had your daughter's.

Diane Cullingham is your daughter.

And she did stay here
Friday night.

In another room in the hotel,

taking your place in your bed
some time early on Saturday morning,

while you drove back to Oxford in
her car, waited till seven o'clock

and then went to call on Geoffrey
Owens by arrangement, I presume.

You'd told him
you'd got the money he wanted

in return for his silence.

He was blackmailing you about the
strange death of your first husband.

But, of course,
you couldn't trust him, could you?

So, you shot him,
just as you shot Rachel James,

by mistake, the previous morning.

Now, look here, Inspector.

Do you want to make
a statement now, sir?

Because if so, I must caution you.

You are a diabetic, Mrs Storrs?

Yes.

But your daughter is not.

She eats a hearty breakfast
while you...

You bloody fool!

You...

None of this
had anything to do with me.

I didn't even know
she'd killed her first husband.

Right, blame me.
While you were with that tart,

I was going to make us Master.

Angela Storrs, I'm arresting you
for the murders of Rachel James

and Geoffrey Owens.
You don't have to say anything,

but anything you do say...

'Well, what can I say?'

One Fellow and his wife
arraigned for murder,

another suspected
of pushing his wife downstairs.

No, he isn't. It was an accident.

One entirely of your making.

Oh, come. I'm very sorry, appalled,

but really,
one little act of infidelity...

Destroyed her.

That's very melodramatic, Officer.

Since both candidates have withdrawn
I shall have to soldier on.

If you attempt to do that, sir,

I shall see that the full details
of your deceit of Mrs Cornford

are made known to the press.

That is blackmail.

You deserve 10 years.

The sooner you leave Oxford
the better. Sir.

Well done, Morse!

Very well done, indeed.

So, let's see
if I've got this clear.

Julian Storrs
murdered Kenneth Martin. Right?

No, sir.

Mrs Storrs, then Martin,

murdered her then husband, Kenneth,

with the help, not entirely willing
perhaps, of her daughter, Diane.

I see.

How come she was such a good shot?

Her first husband bought her a gun.

She was a member of a gun club,
practised regularly

and, of course, on him.

I think you've done,
well, you and Lewis...

I was talking to the Chief Constable
only ten minutes ago -

Arranging another match?

I'm giving up golf.

It's better than giving up work.

Yes. Well, on days like today,
when things go well, I feel...

I feel I will... soldier on.

That's the spirit, sir.

'That which we are, we are.

'One equal temper of heroic hearts,

'Made weak by time and fate,
but strong in will

'To strive, to seek, to find
and not to yield.'

Are you feeling all right, Morse?

Tennyson, sir.
My father made me learn it by heart.

You made it!

What else do I have to do,
but hang around for a policeman?

You haven't met Sergeant Lewis.
Adele Cecil.

Hi.
Hello.

What will you have to drink?

A malt. If that's all right.

That's very all right.
Lewis, you're in the chair.

What?

You still owe me a pint
from two days ago.

A pint, a malt whisky
and an orange juice.

This anagram, 'around Eve',

I've tried and tried. All I can
come up with is 'Endeavour'.

And no-one's called Endeavour.

Surely?

I...

I told you my mother was a Quaker.

Quakers sometimes
call their children names like...

Hope

and Patience.

My father was obsessed
with Captain Cook.

And his ship was called...
Endeavour.

Why aren't you both laughing?

You poor sod!

I'm not calling you Endeavour.

Call him sir. He likes that.

Oh, no.

No.

I'll stick to Morse,
like everyone else.

Cheers!

Thank you.

Will you be wanting the car
this evening, sir?

Certainly not.

If you'd just give me the keys, sir.

Are we going to have room service
or go down to dinner?

I thought perhaps...

both.