Endeavour (2013) s01e01 Episode Script


1 C Minor Mass - Kyrie This indicates the symmetric fragments are caused by the passage of the fissioning nucleus through an asymmetric cell And now, ladies, we'll have that last exercise again.
Margaret Bell, concentrate.
Anything for the weekend, sir? No thank you.
Ten shilling postal order, please.
The plane that dropped the bomb on Hiroshima was named for the pilot's mother Enola Gay Tibbets, and the bomb - that obscenity in her belly they christened it Little Boy.
Was Mrs Tibbets proud of her little boy that day? Say good night to Grandpa.
Good night, Bob.
Sleep tight.
He had a hat and everything.
What about identification? I didn't think to ask - with the hat.
You usually get a receipt when the meter's empty.
He said I'd get one in the post.
Ah! Ah.
Will I be liable for the loss? Oh, I wouldn't have thought so.
Gas board are pretty good about this sort of thing.
Well, if there's nothing else.
Don't suppose there'll be much chance of you catching him, what with these post offices getting knocked off.
Well, we'll certainly do our best.
My name is Bright.
Chief Superintendent Bright.
Firstly, I would just like to express my gratitude to Detective Inspector Thursday for holding the fort so admirably pending my arrival.
Secondly Secondly, you should be aware that I am putting this station on notice.
I do not propose to speak ill of my predecessor, but where there are breaches of procedure or Spanish practices, you will find me a horse of a very different colour.
That said, I want you to regard my appointment as a tabula rasa.
A clean slate.
You play fair by me, then I will play fair by you.
Carry on.
Around and around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran.
What? Well, that's a bit cheap, isn't it? He'd be right up your street, I suppose.
Tabula wasa.
My Aunt Flo.
If you've no work, Jakes, some will be found for you.
Don't let them get a rise.
It's nothing.
Insubordination's what it is.
By proxy.
You're my bagman.
I know what's going round the canteen.
Job should have gone to a detective sergeant.
Well, it didn't.
It went to you.
You're here on merit.
Not that you'd know.
You might have found time to run an iron.
That shirt looks as though you slept in it.
First impressions, Morse.
Right Sudden death on Southmoor Road.
Uniform just wants the all-clear.
Thank you, sir.
You're meant to be on the door.
I just come off nights.
It's playing havoc with my I think I can live without the details of your digestive timetable.
Who are you? I could have just wandered in for a bit of housebreaking.
If you're gonna be like that, let's see some identification, matey.
YOU'RE Morse.
What is? I am.
My name.
Jim Strange.
The sawbones is here if you wanted a word.
It's all right.
You can look.
Nothing here to frighten the horses.
No blood, leastways.
What's the er My extensively educated medical guess would be a heart attack.
Young, isn't she? You'll need to run her GP to ground, but Digoxin would suggest a heart defect of some sort.
Time of death? Rigor completely passed.
So some time before noon on Saturday.
Do we know who she was? Margaret Bell.
Her family's in Rhodesia, according to Miss Byng.
She's next door at the minute, having a cuppa.
For the shock.
Two other girls live here but they went away Friday morning for a week in Rhyl.
That's as far as you've got, is it? No.
Student, I'd say.
One of the er colleges.
These are Beaufort colours and it's unlikely she'd have been an undergrad there.
Why not? Because they don't admit women.
More likely secretarial college.
I've already had a go through her purse.
30 bob and a French letter.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast, Man never is, but always to be blest Keep me posted on the GP, Morse, will you? OK, let's go.
Good boy, Bobby.
There you go! Did you like that? Did you like driving? Yes.
Don't be cross.
I was just passing.
Don't talk rot, Pamela.
You know perfectly well you weren't.
I brought a few changes.
They're all clean.
That's very good of you.
You needn't have.
I'm expecting Frank home any minute, for lunch.
I could make junket.
Bobby could help me, couldn't you? Honestly, you can't keep doing this.
Five post offices knocked over in the last two months, sir.
All within a 20-mile radius.
None on our ground, though? Not as yet.
But as well to be prepared, sir.
I'd prefer you concentrated on this gas meter menace.
It transpires one of his victims is great-aunt to the Assistant Chief Constable.
I promised we'd roll out the silver service, rapid result.
Right, sir.
Well, if there's nothing else, I'll - There is one other matter.
I understand you've a detective constable acting as bagman.
Morse, sir.
Good man.
They're all good men, Thursday, but the rank system is there for a purpose.
Bagman is a detective sergeant's post.
He's an exceptional officer, sir.
Barely two years in uniform before being transferred to CID.
Which, you may rely, means no-one knew what to do with him.
Or his talents lay elsewhere.
A grammar scholarship and a failed degree might impress some .
but the truth of it is he lacks experience.
I'm bringing him on.
I'd as soon we didn't get off on the wrong foot, Thursday.
Likewise, sir.
On your own recognisance.
And for a probationary period only.
The first hint of a hullaballoo, he'll be returned to general duties.
In Miss Bell's room, we found a bottle of Digoxin, which is a derivative of digitalis.
Quite dangerous, I'd have thought.
Doctor Prentice? Ah, yes, quite lethal.
It's not called "deadly nightshade" for nothing.
But for certain cases, such as Margaret's congenital heart weakness, it can actually help the heart muscle contract and do its work.
Which is why I have to say I am surprised.
Surprised? A heart attack.
If she was taking her medication, then You will notify me as to the inquest? Of course.
Hello, old girl.
Lunch won't be long.
Oh, hang lunch.
Not now, Frank, please.
I'm getting a head Perhaps at the weekend.
Pamela is here, making junket, if you please.
I do wish she wouldn't just drop by.
Maybe you can talk to her.
Yes, all right.
If you like.
Said you'd run her into town when you were back from the surgery.
Perhaps that would be a good time to raise it.
I lent her my scarf the last time I saw her.
When did you see her last, Denis? We were meant to go out Friday but she erm .
couldn't make it.
Have a smoke.
Steady your nerves.
No, thanks.
I don't.
What about Miss Bell? Did she smoke? No.
I don't think so.
Your Er With Miss Bell.
That was a .
full relationship? She wasn't that sort of girl.
What sort of girl was she? Nice.
She wouldn't laugh at you or make you feel small just cos you've not had it all handed to you on a plate.
A scholarship? There's no shame in that.
Not many girls here would go with a bloke who darns his own cuffs.
God knows what she was doing with me.
Right, what have we got today? Monday, cheese and pickle.
Tuesday, luncheon meat.
Don't ruin it.
Anticipation's half the fun.
Cheese and pickle! What do you know? So, this sudden death Margaret Bell.
20 years old.
At secretarial school.
Looks to be natural causes.
"Looks to be"? She had a heart condition but her GP said she should have been fine with her medication.
Maybe she forgot.
But she'd had someone there.
A boyfriend.
No law against it.
This isn't her steady.
He doesn't smoke.
There were some cigarettes in a saucer on the window ledge.
It rained Friday evening, but the saucer was dry.
Dr DeBryn doesn't anticipate anything untoward? No, but You're kicking your heels.
Turn your mind to these gas meter jobs.
Get a decent collar or two under your belt.
Mind how you go with Mr Bright.
He looks to be a stickler for rules and regs.
It's my card he's after marking, not yours.
Keep your head down and your nose clean.
Concentrate on your police work.
All right? .
"Going to the Moonlight Rooms with you know who.
" Any idea who that might be? I think it may be Derek.
She spoke about some man called Derek.
Works in the post office.
Thanks very much.
Her name is Margaret Bell.
She died on Friday.
I just wondered if you knew her.
Can't say I knew her well.
Only to say hello to.
Really? She'd written in her shorthand notebook that she was meeting "you know who" at the Moonlight Rooms Friday, and her friends thought "you know who" referred to you.
I don't know why they think that.
I might've said I'd see her there some time, if I was going.
But as it was, I ended up down the Legion, on Edgecombe Road.
The Legion? That's a bit dull, isn't it? I go for the old man.
He's a member.
So you didn't meet Margaret later? Look, you asked me if I'd seen her, I said no.
Did you know she had a boyfriend? Who's that, then? A college boy? That's what they come here for, isn't it, secretaries? Pick themselves up a husband.
Some bluer prospect if they can get it.
I don't think I said she was a secretary.
The impression I got.
Cheerio, Wally.
Morning, love.
Mr Clark.
Afternoon, Miss.
Just the regular? Please.
Everything all right, Officer? He's not in any trouble, is he? Just a routine inquiry, Mr Clark.
He's a good lad.
I'm sure.
Thank you.
We've er We've got the poster up.
PC Nixon dropped it round.
Very nice young man, he is.
It's a worry, though.
That's only up the road.
If you see anyone acting suspiciously or loitering outside Casing the place, you mean? Yeah, the robberies seem to have been conducted with some foreknowledge.
Cash deliveries and what have you.
Anyone you're not sure of, just give the station a call and we'll have someone round.
What was all that about? Nothing.
Some girl I half know died.
Died? What of? How do I know? Just died.
They're talking to everyone who knew her.
Mr Truby from regional's coming by for eight.
I want you to take him through the quarterlies.
You know I'm out Mondays.
You're out every night.
It's a wonder you've any money left.
I won't have language.
Not in this house.
If your mother could see you carrying on She can't, though, can she? She's dead.
She's dead and it's just you and me and .
fish fingers, pension books .
world without end.
I've done my best.
What do you want? Something else.
Something more.
Not this.
Do we know who he was? No wallet on him, sir.
But the car's registered to a Dr Cartwright.
Got a practice in Florence Park with a Dr Prentice.
Prentice? Yeah.
Why? I was there yesterday.
He's the GP in that sudden death - Margaret Bell.
Killed some time between nine and midnight.
Single shot.
Weapon discharged from over by the door there.
Bullet entered the skull half an inch above the left point of the supraorbital ridge .
and went on its merry way to exit at about the median point of the left parietal occipital suture line.
And Yes.
And end up Hey, as it were presto.
No wallet you say? Robbery, then.
Possibly, sir.
In any event, I think it best Sergeant Jakes assume management of the incident room.
DC Morse is my bagman, sir.
Morse may remain as your driver and aide de camp, but a case such as this requires an officer of experience or senior rank to coordinate the inquiry.
You're giving primary consideration to this bicycle, I take it? Quite right.
I recall a not dissimilar case in Freetown.
The usual mammy-palaver.
But the killer left his bicycle at the scene.
You should be able to trace its owner from the frame number.
Really? In Oxford? What Morse means to say, sir, is that there's probably more cycles hereabouts than anywhere in the country.
Bikes get lost, borrowed stolen.
Right? Yes, sir.
But if the registered owner isn't left-handed, then he's probably not our man.
Left-handed? As you'd have noticed, given the opportunity to examine it yourself, the front and rear brake cables have been swapped over.
He'll also be an older man, and of limited means, possibly.
How did you get to that, then? Well, the bike's ancient.
But well maintained.
Which points to thrift, I'd have thought.
Taken together with evidence of absent-mindedness What evidence? He sometimes forgets to wear his bicycle clip, sir.
There are scraps of material torn from his trousers in the gears.
One a cavalry twill, the other's a linen.
Both black.
He wears subfusc as a matter of habit.
A don, then? Hm? Perhaps, sir.
But I think, given the limited means we are looking for a man of the cloth.
A vicar shooting somebody in a lav? I hope you'll eliminate known criminals from your inquiries first, Thursday, before troubling any clergymen, what? Really, Constable Morse you should be on the halls.
That minding how you go, is it? How long had you and Dr Cartwright been in practice together? Uh, 18 months.
We were juniors together at the Radcliffe.
Is there anyone you can think of who would wish to harm him? Anyone with whom he's had a falling out? No, not a soul.
Dr Cartwright wore a wedding band, sir.
I presume he was married.
Yes, a girl called Helen.
Uh They live at Sloan House by Cumnor.
Place belongs to her father, Edmund Sloan.
He's professor of physics at Beaufort.
Sir Edmumd Sloan, the atom man? Yes, that's right.
I'd like to put him in the picture, unless you have any objection.
Coincidence, don't you think? Yesterday we find Margaret Bell dead and today the partner of her GP is found shot dead.
Sudden death's sudden death.
Just cos it's a pretty girl doesn't make it murder.
I didn't say it was.
Cartwright's been shot, not Prentice.
What was all that about with Mr Bright, earlier? I know you've a brain on you, but as far as he's concerned, a bit more of the humble policeman and a bit less of the great detective would go down a whole lot easier.
What's all this about? Perhaps you should sit down, Mrs Cartwright.
Oughtn't we to wait for Sir Edmund? Wait for Daddy for what? I'm afraid I have some very grave news for you.
Who is it, Helen? The police.
Um My little sister.
Mrs Walters.
Is it Daddy? No, madam.
It concerns your husband, Mrs Cartwright.
I'm sorry to tell you his body was discovered this morning at Godstow.
He'd been shot.
My God.
Helen, I Oh, my God! Somebody catch her! It's all right.
It's a seizure.
She'll be all right in a minute.
We just have to keep talking to her.
Pamela? Pamela, good girl.
We're all here.
That's it.
Good girl.
Keep talking to her.
Just breathe.
Good girl.
All right.
Well done.
That's it.
It's all right.
We'll be needing someone to identify the body.
If I can spare the family Have you known them long? Four years or so.
Through Frank.
In Lady Sloan's last illness, she was treated at the Radcliffe.
That's how Frank got to know the family.
All was well at home? Well, only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches.
But absolutely, I'd say.
Helen's a wonderful girl.
Would you know if there's any firearms kept on the premises, Mrs Cartwright? Oh Mother had a pistol.
For vermin.
Squirrels and the like.
I haven't seen it in years.
He's gone.
He's gone.
I know, I know.
It was here.
Together with a box of ammunition.
When did you last see it? I doubt I've opened this drawer in years.
Frank may have borrowed it for something.
Can you think of anyone who bore him any ill will? Some disgruntled patient or No.
He had perfect bedside manner.
No problems with the practice? Did he get on well with Dr Prentice? As far as I'm aware.
I know you need to speak to all of us, but if you could go gently with Pamela.
She's been through a lot.
Gerald, her husband, died.
I'm afraid this will have brought it all back.
What happened to him? Car crash.
The other fellow's fault.
When was this? Two, two-and-a-half years ago.
Made the papers, I believe.
Had they been long married? Just back from honeymoon.
Whirlwind romance.
He was some young chap she'd met at ICI in London.
She had a job in the typing pool.
Registry office.
None of us invited, of course.
I'm afraid we'd rather lost touch.
With Pamela's illness .
things have not always been easy between us.
If you could be careful with her.
Of course, sir.
Hang on.
See what the sister's got to say when she comes to.
Just the who, what, where and when of it .
That's all we're after for the time being.
I'll get a car to run you and Mrs Cartwright down to the mortuary for the formal ID.
Did she know what her husband was doing at Godstow? Keen angler, apparently.
Evenings he was on call, he'd go fishing after work.
Which is all right as far as it goes, but it's closed season.
Whatever her husband was doing at Godstow last night, it wasn't fishing.
Who are you? Constable Morse.
I've seen you before.
Cowley Parade, yesterday.
Where's Bobby? My little boy.
I'm so sorry.
I don't think it's fair for Helen to have to cope with Bobby on top of everything else.
So why don't I just take him home with me? Just until you've had a chance to come to terms with everything.
I can't cope with this today.
Really, I can't.
Daddy, I'm just trying to do what's best.
Please, my dear.
You promised.
You said you'd see, if I'd been good.
You can't just keep him here.
Tell her she can't.
He belongs to me.
He's mine.
Daddy Daddy, please You always take her side.
I'm going to telephone a taxi.
If Bobby's things aren't here, ready, by the time I get back, there'll be hell to pay.
Can you give me the fare? I can take you home.
No, I'm not going anywhere with you.
You're in on it with them.
Ten shillings should cover it.
Please don't give her any money.
Of course.
Bloody fool.
He thinks Helen.
He thinks he's helping.
You think you're helping, but you're not.
You don't know her.
As far as the family's concerned, Mrs Cartwright took a sleeping pill and went to bed at ten o'clock.
And the girl with the fits? Dr Cartwright took her from Sloan House to her flat in Florence Park before his rounds.
And? Sir Edmund was working in his rooms at Beaufort College.
Says he got home about eleven.
He's someone, isn't he? Worked with the Americans on the bomb.
Knighted for it.
There's not one of the family with a solid alibi, sir.
Family? I thought it was a robbery.
Well, his wallet's gone, sir, certainly.
But his watch wedding ring, tie pin, it's all here.
Not much of a robber to leave those behind.
Adhesive plaster, sir.
He was on call last night.
Final patient he attended was half eight.
Then what's he doing driving all the way out to Godstow? Fancy woman on the go? There is another possibility, sir.
Given where it's happened.
Touch of the Chase Me Charlies, you mean? No kids, have they? An immoral rendezvous? I should hope this case might be resolved without resorting to gross slurs against a man's character.
For heaven's sake, Dr Cartwright was married, wasn't he? No.
You must think us very heartless.
One has to put the child first.
She's not fit, you see.
If something happened When did the seizures start? She was about 12, which Frank said is often the case.
Helen! Get in the taxi.
Pamela was always a difficult child.
She told tall tales.
Lies, I suppose.
She hid things.
La Gazza Ladra, we called her.
Was she violent in her fits? And desperately strong.
My wife was against it but we .
we had her put away.
I've put him down.
Hopefully he'll just cry himself to sleep.
When was she released? We were talking of Pamela.
My God, even today.
Just after her 18th birthday.
Though, what that has to do with my husband being shot, I have no idea.
When Mummy was dying, she had us promise to bring Pamela home.
Frank explained there'd been miraculous advances with drugs, such that she really ought to be able to manage on her own.
That's when she went to London? My inspector said she had a job there.
ICI? Frank was at St Mary's at the time.
So he could look in and make sure she was taking her tablets.
Then um when he came back to Oxford, telephone calls went unanswered, letters returned unopened.
And one day she just turned up here.
A young widow with a child in tow.
Yes, that's um .
Frank Cartwright.
My husband always looked on the bright side of things.
Happy go lucky.
Perhaps that's what first drew me to him.
Not that Things at home weren't always uh It must have been difficult for you, growing up.
I learnt not to mention the P-word.
And I missed her.
All her Missed her terribly.
How long was she confined? Six years.
It wasn't an asylum.
People always assume.
Mummy would have never allowed that.
It was very nice.
A A colony for people like Pamela.
An epileptic colony? Yes.
Hello? Anyone in? Heavy, I'd imagine, lugging all that lot about.
Can I see some identification if you don't mind? Wouldn't you know it? Must've left it in my other trousers.
See, I've got mine.
You've rung the depot? Out of hours, I'm afraid.
I called an emergency number but they have no record of you.
Paperwork can't have gone through yet.
I've only been in the job three weeks.
Constable Spencer will see you're taken care of for a drink and a hot meal.
Made an arrest, then? We'll hang the flags out.
Poor Frank.
I don't think I was a very good wife.
I'm sure that's not the case.
I don't think I ever loved him, you see.
Not properly.
The way one reads about it in books.
"He took her in his arms and all became a mist.
" And he was kind after Mummy.
Took me out once or twice.
When he proposed, it seemed impolite to refuse.
There must have been more than that.
Must there? Perhaps if we'd had children Some girls take to it, I suppose.
Oh I don't want to be old and alone.
You won't let that happen, will you? Helen you are the most simply marvellous girl in the whole world.
You know I've always thought that.
Have you? I used to tease Frank about it.
"I saw her first," I'd say.
"Lucky devil, if you don't watch out, I shall steal her out from under you.
" Will you? .
An honest mistake, sir.
That's not how the gas board sees it.
The gas man cometh.
I spent two hours on the telephone last night, rectifying matters.
At home! Mrs Bright's bridge evening was quite ruined.
An honest working man arrested while going about his lawful business.
It's not good enough, Thursday.
I think you'd better make yourself scarce.
"Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live" and is full of misery.
He cometh up and is cut down like a flower.
He fleeth as it were a shadow and continueth not in one stay.
And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one "and bringest me into judgment with thee?" Had you reported the bicycle stolen, Reverend Monkford? No, no.
Someone else's need was clearly far greater than mine.
When was this? Ah gosh a few weeks ago now.
Yes, I should have kept it chained up, I suppose.
It was found by the river, at Godstow.
Outside a public convenience.
Do you know the area? No, no.
Um No, I'm afraid I don't.
Have you ever met a Dr Cartwright? Frank Cartwright.
He has a practice in Florence Park.
Well, I know all the doctors in my parish, obviously, but erm that's about it.
You've an interest in science? Yes.
Yes, I read chemistry at Beaufort before the war.
I've kept a keen interest in the nature of things.
The truth of them.
Something we have in common, I should imagine.
Well, we share a passion for cruciverbalism, certainly.
I've always had a weakness for a puzzle.
Alas, I'm a little off my game today.
You might want to take a look at 11 down.
"Running over a dune is an effort.
" Nine letters.
Think it should help you with the south-west quadrant.
You do seem an unlikely sort of policeman.
If you'll forgive me.
Well, it's rather where I have ended up, by way of academe and the Signal Corps.
Jack of all trades.
The Signal Corps? Mm.
What were you doing there? I was a cipher clerk.
Cipher clerk.
Indeed? I noticed a grave in your churchyard.
Lady Daphne Sloan.
1903 to 1960.
Anything to do with the Sloans at Cumnor, would you know? Yes, yes.
Yes, the Sloan family have a long association with St Eligius, going back many generations.
I married one of them a few years ago.
Well, performed the service, at least.
Helen, would that be? Possibly.
I'm afraid names don't erm You know.
As a matter of interest, where were you Monday night? Monday night? Yes, I was here.
Preparing the sermon for Sunday.
It's an expository.
St Matthew, chapter seven, verse seven.
I have to ask How did you find me? Process of elimination.
There aren't that many left-handed vicars in the diocese.
I'll see your bike's returned as soon as we're done with it.
Thank you.
Well, seeing as you've helped me, by way of recompense, "After beard teased" ".
an exclamation of surprise will bring you home.
" 11 letters.
Well, it's something for you to think about on the way back to town.
I'm sorry sir.
This last chapter seems to be taking longer.
As soon as you can, Denis.
Oh, I've left my All right.
Sir Edmund, I wonder, might I speak with you a moment? I was just on my way to hall.
Perhaps you'd care to join me? I'd be glad of your company.
That's very kind.
Not at all.
That was Denis Bradley, wasn't it? One of my brightest.
A rather promising young physicist, and more importantly, an accomplished transcriber.
He's been helping with my memoirs.
Typing up my rather illegible longhand.
How do you know him? Oh, a girl he was seeing Margaret Bell - died suddenly last weekend.
Ah, good heavens.
I'd no idea.
Oh, poor boy.
Of course.
That will explain it.
Explain what? Well, the latest pages he turned in were awash with typographical lacunae.
I'm afraid I may have been a little hard on him.
Has he ever been to Sloan House? Once or twice.
To collect my notes and deliver fair copy.
He'd have known Dr Cartwright, then.
Frank? Yes, I suppose he would have seen him about the place.
Thank you.
Now, you must tell me.
I've rather held off asking.
But I gather you were at Lonsdale.
Where would you gather that? Oh, talk in the SCR.
Oxford's a self-regarding sort of place.
You can't deny the novelty of a Greats undergraduate serving as a constable with the city police.
I can try.
Your daughter's marriage to Dr Cartwright Was that an altogether happy one? Well, I'd say no marriage is altogether happy.
But Helen and Frank were happier than most.
And your own relationship with Dr Cartwright.
How was that? Whatever reservations I may have had, Frank became like a son to me.
A happy family, then? Happiness is subjective, don't you think? Take me.
Feted, titled .
and yet my wife, Pamela .
and now Frank.
I'd say it was a judgment, if I believed in such things.
For what? I helped unleash a force with the power to wipe mankind from the face of the earth.
And that troubles you? A quarter of a million souls is a lot to answer for.
It would seem I'm not alone in that view.
How long's this been going on? About six months.
No specific threats as such? No, a single word most of the time.
Variations on a theme.
" "Killer.
" "Murderer.
" To do with his war work? Well, that's how he took it.
But with his son-in-law being killed Got the wind up, has he? See if there's anything in it.
How did you make out with that bike? Any luck? Yes and no.
Belonged to a Reverend Monkford.
Vicar of St Eligius.
He says it was stolen some time ago.
Not him that cycled down to Godstow, then? He says he was in Monday night, working on a sermon.
Maybe we'll have better luck with this gun.
Mr Bright wants the river dragged, so I'm breaking out the gumboots.
Do you want me to run you? No.
Jakes will do.
He's got a list together of Cartwright's patients.
Go through that.
See if there's any with form.
Particularly firearms offences.
Oh, there is one more thing, sir.
Margaret Bell's boyfriend, Denis Bradley.
I thought we'd been over that.
He's been helping Sir Edmund Sloan with his memoirs, so if the murder weapon is the revolver taken from Sloan House, Bradley's been there.
How would he know where to find it? More than likely one of the family made away with it.
They're a rum lot by anybody's yardstick.
Oh, and Doctor DeBryn called.
Wants you to drop by the mortuary.
That sudden of yours.
Margaret Bell.
Yes? Interesting stomach contents.
One or two partially dissolved tablets.
These are of a blueish-purpley hue.
Dye had leached into the lining of the gut, you see.
Do you feel all right? You're not going to er No.
I can get you a glass of water.
I'd sooner the point, if it's all the same to you.
The point is, I've just had the results back from the lab.
Amphetamine? They're illegal, aren't they? As of last year.
Unfortunately, that doesn't mean people have stopped taking them.
Not me.
Like a good drink.
That's where I draw the line.
Derek wouldn't get mixed up in anything like that.
He's never been in any trouble.
He works hard.
Got a decent future ahead of him - if he knuckles down.
Knuckles under, he means.
See what I mean? Go and see to that tea.
No, don't trouble on my account, Mr Clark.
Go on.
He's not a bad lad.
Just It's been hard on him.
Since losing Ivy.
I promised her I'd do my best, but a boy needs his mother, all said and done.
Where do you want it? Just about bust a gut carrying that thing.
What do you want with her typewriter, anyway? Something I want to check.
Must be difficult typing all this yourself now.
What does that mean? Up until the last two messages, the hate letters sent to Sir Edmund Sloan were written on a Remington Model 5.
Specifically, Margaret Bell's Remington Model 5.
What makes you think that? The E key is misaligned.
I'd expect Sir Edmund's memoirs to show the same anomaly.
Did Margaret type the hate mail, too, or just the memoirs? Just the memoirs.
I typed out the rest of the messages while she was taking a bath.
If I notify the college, you'll be sent down.
If? You've worked hard.
Don't throw it away over nothing.
Nothing? I'd thought maybe he felt some remorse, some prick of conscience.
But all the hair shirt and the mea culpa is just an act.
An act? He's going to America.
America? A fat chair at Stanford.
He's taking them all with him.
Helen, Dr Cartwright, the kiddie.
Only the doc wasn't too keen, so far as I can make out.
Don't you get it? They're paying him to come up with new ways of killing people.
My God, doesn't that matter to you? Isn't it your job to catch murderers? You're taking it a bit far.
Am I? You kill one person, they lock you up and throw away the key.
You kill 300,000 and they give you a knighthood.
Daddy sent you to spy on me, did he? No.
I just wanted to make sure you were all right.
What did they say about me? Did they tell you I'd been put away? That I'm a danger to Bobby? I'm not.
It was the first turn I've had in over a year.
It was a shock hearing about Frank that way.
Is there anyone you can think of who'd want to do him any harm? No, of course not.
He was kindness itself.
If it hadn't been for Frank, I'd still be locked up.
You probably think I should be after my last performance.
They can't keep you from your son.
You don't know my family.
I can see him, visit my own son.
I have to pretend not to mind.
Not to make a fuss.
Or they'll put me back inside and I won't see him at all.
At least I know he's just a bus ride away.
I suppose that's some comfort.
Will you take me to bed? You don't need to buy me things or tell me you love me.
I just Please, just for a while.
I'm here in a position of trust.
I'm not your type.
Um I should go.
No, stay, please.
She saw the helmet and the plume.
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web, and floated wide, The mirror cracked from side to side, "The curse is come upon me," cried the Lady of Shalott.
Thanks very much.
I'll tell him.
What power has a constable re a bookmaker's permit? He may He may demand production by the holder.
Relevant act? Betting, Gaming and Lotteries Act 1963 Section 2.
Come on, matey.
These are the easy ones.
Try another.
Oh, what's the point? You're the one wanted testing.
I can't keep my mind on it.
There's something about this Cartwright case.
Something I'm missing.
There's this girl.
Well, she's beautiful.
Incredibly so.
But there's a sadness to her.
Nothing left to hope for.
But somehow holding on.
You're all right, actually, aren't you? Most of the lads have got you down as a bit of a queer fish.
Have they? Standoffish, rude.
You've got to rub along with people in this job if you want to get on.
Don't worry about this.
You'll get it.
Just got to keep going over it and over it.
Till it sticks.
Same again? Mm.
Oh! What did you find? Amphetamines? That sudden death of Margaret Bell.
According to Dr DeBryn, her heart attack was most likely brought on by amphetamines.
The army gave us Benzedrine in the desert.
Meant to keep you alert.
Did they? Funnily enough, I found the Germans managed that quite nicely on their own.
There's a boy in the Margaret Bell case, Derek Clark, works at the East Cowley Post Office.
He denies it but I'd be surprised if it wasn't him who supplied Margaret.
Think this Clark boy had 'em off Cartwright? I think it's a question well worth putting to him.
Maybe he panicked and killed Cartwright to cover his tracks.
Try the back.
Mr Clark, Mr Clark, can you hear me? Is he alive? Mr Clark? Wallace Clark heard the break-in about quarter past nine and came downstairs to see what's what.
Which is when they jumped him.
The lad followed on and got the same treatment.
Much of a haul? Morse is over there now, sir, but at first glance it would appear about 800 in cash.
Plus whatever bunce in stamps, Premium Bonds, postal orders, tax discs.
Three assailants, you said? The wicked swines cut two of the old boy's fingers off to make him open the safe.
The same as Kidlington and the rest? How is it you came to be there? I know you've already spoken to DI Hillian from Robbery, Derek.
But I need to ask you something else.
This amphetamine business.
On my father's life, sir, I wouldn't have anything to do with that sort of thing.
You gave Margaret Bell amphetamines supplied to you by Dr Frank Cartwright.
Who's he? Him.
He's been in the post office but I don't know him.
Only to serve.
Didn't know his name was Cartwright.
But you did go back to Margaret Bell's room.
They were your cigarettes in the saucer on the sill.
It was just a bit of a kiss and a cuddle, sir.
She was fine when I left her.
I swear.
Where were you Monday night? I was working late at the shop, sir.
For Mr Truby, the regional manager.
We were going through the quarterlies till gone midnight.
You can ask him.
He'll tell you.
All right, Derek.
We'll be in touch.
I see.
Yes, indeed.
Thank you.
The suppliers confirm it.
Frank's been ordering Drinamyl surplus to our regular requirements for the last six months.
There's no chance you could be mistaken here? No, sir.
Dr Cartwright's fingerprints were found on the package.
I can't believe it.
Frank was I mean, it's just utterly out of character.
Yes? Yes.
Yes, he is.
I wonder, might you identify this handwriting, Dr Prentice? When was this? Which? In the red.
When did it happen? Do you know? That's Frank's scrawl.
I'd know it a mile off.
I see.
It's even worse than mine.
It looks like he's jotted down a call-out.
Why? Both of them? Something I needed to clarify.
Thank you.
We're on our way.
Thanks for your help, Doctor.
We'll be in touch.
Reverend Ranulph Monkford.
Been in the parish about five years.
Morse saw him yesterday.
It was his bike out at Godstow.
Who found him? Housekeeper.
A Miss Scoby.
Arrived to find the vicarage had been turned over and Monkford missing.
I've taken a preliminary statement.
Not himself at all yesterday, she says.
Very distracted.
Kept going on about not talking.
Not talking? "Do not talk at meals.
Do not talk travelling.
" There were more but those were the ones Miss Scoby could remember.
I wondered if it might be some religious thing.
Like monks.
Thank you.
Not been right for a couple of months, she says.
Over some young bloke he found kipping rough in the church porch.
How's that? Put him up for the night, the next morning the blighter's cleaned him out.
Made off with his prize coin collection.
Killed between 8:00 and 11:00 last night.
Three shots.
Two in the back, which sent him off the ladder.
Followed by the coup de grace from close range.
The same killer as Dr Cartwright? I prefer to leave speculation to the professionals.
I'll be able to speak to any firm similarities once I've completed the postmortem.
Looks like Morse was right about a clergyman.
But not much else.
It transpires Dr Cartwright's sister-in-law has a criminal record.
As even the most cursory examination of her history would have revealed.
Juvenile assault upon some poor orderly at the sanatorium to which she was confined.
Bad? She stabbed him in the groin.
But how bad it was is hardly the point.
It should have come to light.
I'll talk to him.
He's had enough rope.
Morse Someone was looking for something.
What if Reverend Monkford was lying about his bike being stolen? Morse.
What if he was there and saw Dr Cartwright's killer? Then why didn't he come forward? I don't know.
Maybe it was someone he knew.
What if he was trying to protect them? What if he Look, I can see you've got the bit between your teeth but there's been a development.
Let's get a drink.
It's not her.
Maybe not.
The point is, you should have checked.
I didn't need to.
Why? Cos she's a damsel in distress? When it comes to a bird with a wing down you've a blind spot a mile wide.
It'll be your undoing.
There's a child in this being kept from its mother in case anybody hadn't noticed.
If that's a blind spot, then so be it.
Derek Clark's lying, sir.
He's involved somehow.
I know he is.
Look, he might not have been entirely straight with us about this Margaret Bell girl, but at the time Monkford was being shot, Derek Clark was being trussed up and beaten senseless at the Post Office.
I don't know.
Well, I do.
You're being returned to general duties for the present.
Where's this come from? Bright? Mr Bright.
No, it's my decision.
Best you hear it from me.
Six months' time, a year, get through your exams, we can look again.
And in the meantime? Learn your trade.
Thanks for the drink.
I'm a good detective.
And a poor policeman.
No-one can teach you the first.
Any fool can learn the second.
I suppose I should have realised it wasn't a school.
But it did look like one a little.
Through the rain.
He left me in a room on the first floor, which I took for the head's study.
After what seemed the longest time, I went to the window to look outside.
And I saw Daddy, but I wasn't worried.
Because he didn't have his umbrella.
And I knew he wouldn't go anywhere without it.
And then an orderly came outside with it.
And that's when I realised I banged and banged on the glass.
He must have heard me.
He must have.
But he didn't look up.
He just got in the car and drove away.
And I didn't see them again for three years.
It's come to light that you assaulted an orderly there.
There were some nice ones and some not so nice.
A 15-year-old girl, you can imagine If Frank hadn't have come along and got me out when he did I found this the other evening.
Why was Dr Cartwright writing to you? You saw him often enough.
What was it that he had to put in a letter that he couldn't say to your face? My colleagues are looking at you as a suspect for murder.
Do you understand that? Now, I think they're wrong but if I'm going to help you then you have to give me the truth.
Were you having an affair? Um Pamela? Pamela, put your head back.
Put your head back.
How is she? She's asleep.
I've put her to bed.
It's good of you to call.
Did your husband see much of Pamela in London, Mrs Cartwright? I think I said.
Frank looked in on her to make sure she was taking her tablets.
They would have been close, then? Close? Yes, I suppose.
And more than close? My God.
You people really are the living end.
I'm not even going to dignify so disgusting an insinuation with a response.
How does Pamela support herself? My wife left a small annuity on her.
She has no other income? No-one else would send her money? No other relative or friend? Gerald's family, I suppose.
Her late husband.
Why do you ask? I saw her cashing a postal order the other day.
But that's nothing you'd have sent her? No.
Some of my colleagues are of the opinion Pamela is somehow involved in the death of your husband and that of Reverend Monkford.
Does that bother you at all? Perhaps it would suit your plans.
What plans? When did you intend to tell her you were leaving for the US? Or perhaps you didn't intend to tell her at all? You are going to America, Sir Edmund? Daddy? Is it true? Constable Morse is mistaken.
I have had an offer for Stanford but I haven't accepted it.
You're lying.
Don't you ever stop? What's the matter with you? You've been returned to general duties.
What are you about, coming round here? I think Pamela was having an affair with her brother-in-law.
You do? Then I'm obliged.
I was just going to question her in order to keep Mr Bright happy.
I couldn't think of a motive until now.
What motive? Crime of passion .
Never mind it was her brother-in-law she was carrying on with.
Well, by that token you should be talking to Mrs Cartwright.
If you're looking for a motive, speak to her.
She doesn't have a conviction for assault and a history of mental instability.
When you search the flat, you're going to find a gun and some ammunition.
I will, will I? What's that, Sir Edmund's missing revolver? I'd have thought so.
And just when were you thinking of mentioning that exactly? I need to tell you Not this time.
I don't want to hear it.
I'm warning you, Morse, for your own sake, stay out of this case.
I mean it.
You come within a mile, I'll see you out of the nick so fast your feet won't touch the floor.
Not looking too good, is it? You won't get a match.
How about we let Ballistics do their job? She steals things.
I've seen her.
"La Gazza Ladra".
The family's pet name for her as a child.
"The thieving magpie".
It doesn't mean anything.
It means she's going away for life.
No alibi, Morse.
For Cartwright or the night Monkford died.
Old man's sweating her now.
Well, make sure he takes a look at her wrists, then.
Unless I'm much mistaken, she's already tried to kill herself once.
I imagine she took the gun intending to try again.
It's called reasonable doubt.
Seven and six each week.
Morse! Please, don't let them take Bobby! Get off me! Go gently.
Please don't let them take him.
Morse! Get off! Now, settle down.
Morse, can you hear me? Operator, this is a police call.
Detective Constable Morse, Oxford City Police.
Warrant number 175392.
Could you connect me, please, to Somerset House.
Births, Marriage and Deaths.
I wonder if you can tell me if you have a marriage registered in the following names.
Thank you.
Oi! Oi! Here! You're pinched, matey.
Turn to your left.
Constable Strange nicked the gas meter man.
Better get counting.
Fair few shillings in there.
Police work, Morse.
It's not Gideon's Way, I know.
But it's what gets them up the steps.
You'll be pleased to hear we arrested the man responsible for robbing your gas meter at home.
I didn't know it had been.
He was an imposter, a thief.
Well, thanks very much.
But, you see, amongst the spoils recovered from your meter were several rare coins.
Formerly in possession of Ranulph Monkford.
Vicar of St Eligius.
A man offers you kindness and that's how you repay him? Kindness? He found you sleeping rough in the porch and took you in.
Well, he would say that.
Easy money, rolling queers.
Give them the glad eye, find somewhere private and, before anything happens, Bob's your uncle.
They're not exactly going to come running to you lot, are they? What the hell's he up to? You'd better scarper, matey.
If Jakes blows upstairs he's seen you, that'll be your lot.
Could you do me a favour? What is it you're after? The night Monkford was killed, someone gave this place a good going over.
Think the boy who took the coins came back? No, I'd say it was someone else.
I think they were looking for something specific.
Good God.
The Golf, Cheese and Chess Society? What the bloody hell's that? Prior to the police I served in the Signal Corps.
My instructor had worked at another facility during the war.
Home to the Golf, Cheese and Chess Society.
The Government Code and Cypher School.
Monkford was a cryptographer.
A what? A code-breaker.
I told him I'd been in Signals.
I've been an idiot.
Have you? Breadcrumbs.
Breadcrumbs? When Hansel and Gretel went to the Gingerbread House, they left a trail of breadcrumbs so that they could find their way home.
What's breadcrumbs? The answer to a crossword clue.
It's the last thing that Monkford said to me.
"Breadcrumbs" was his insurance in case something happened.
His way of letting me know he'd leave a message.
Morse, I've just heard it on the bush telegraph.
The balloon's gone up.
Bright's on his way.
Morse Are you listening? If he finds you, he'll be in his bloody element.
What did you say? .
Perhaps you'd care to explain just what it is you're doing here.
I think I know who killed Cartwright and Monkford, sir.
Think or know? Know.
What's this? More threadbare legerdemain? Might as well hear him out, sir.
But we're about to charge Pamela Walters, aren't we? Every Friday, Dr Cartwright went to the East Cowley post office and had a postal order made out to the sum of 10 shillings.
Every Monday that order was cashed by Pamela Sloan.
Why would it matter if he was sending money to his sister-in-law? Thank you.
Three years ago Pamela Sloan attempted suicide.
Frank Cartwright had been keeping an eye on her.
Since she moved to London.
He found her in the nick of time.
Pamela, no.
Go away! His own marriage failing, Cartwright understood Pamela's desperation all too well.
Two lonely people in a big city far from home, they looked to one another for companionship and comfort.
He got her pregnant.
I spoke to the National Registry first thing.
There was a man called Gerald Walters who worked at ICI and he did die in a car crash but there was no whirlwind romance with Pamela Sloan.
No marriage.
For two years they kept their affair secret.
Pamela passed herself off as a young widow and collected Cartwright's weekly postal order.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Eventually someone realised Dr Cartwright was sending money to a woman who was not his wife.
They fired a shot into the dark and hit the bull's-eye.
The sender threatened to reveal what he knew to Cartwright's wife and sought to turn it to their own advantage.
Cartwright paid off the extortioner with a regular delivery of amphetamines.
And the Reverend Monkford? How do you explain his involvement? He came upon Dr Cartwright's killer at the scene.
Unfortunately the murderer also recognised the Reverend Monkford.
You might find this compelling, Thursday, but so far it seems to me nothing but surmise and rank flummery.
If he knew who the killer was, why didn't he just come forward? And explain what he was doing cycling to a public convenience miles from his parish at 10 o'clock on a summer's evening? You can prove none of it.
Actually, sir, I believe I can.
What are you going to do, produce some eyewitness from thin air? As a matter of fact, sir, we do have a witness.
The Reverend Monkford.
Shall I send back to the station for a Ouiji board? All right, Jakes.
He's left us a message.
It's been staring us in the face all along.
What message? Hymn numbers? Actually, sir, that's the last thing they are.
The first time I saw it, I thought it odd to have 17, 18, 19 following on like that.
The last time I saw Monkford, he hinted he intended to leave a message.
Something that might speak for him.
Even if he wrote down what he knew and hid it somewhere at home, it might be found.
And someone did search the vicarage the night he was killed looking for exactly that.
Fearful for his life and afraid the truth would die with him, Monkford concealed the killer's identity in the hymn numbers.
Concealed? I've since found out that Monkford worked in cyphers during the war.
You saying these hymn numbers are some sort of code? Exactly, sir.
Only, I couldn't find the key until now.
Actually it was Strange who hit upon the answer.
Before taking the cloth, the Reverend read chemistry at Beaufort College.
You'll find a copy of the periodic table hanging in his home.
Isn't that a list of the elements, hydrogen, carbon, helium? Yes, yes, of course.
Strange, there's a blackboard there.
Could you? Each element is assigned a symbol.
Typically an abbreviation of its name together with a unique one-or two-digit atomic number.
Can you write these down as I call them off? So, 74 gives us tungsten.
17, chlorine.
18, argon.
19, potassium.
The elements spell out a name.
TCAP? Tucap? No, not quite, sir, but you're on the right lines.
Um, the chemical symbol for Tungsten isn't Tu as you might expect.
It's W from the German Wolframite.
And Potassium isn't P as you might expect but K after the Latin kalium.
Taken together they're Tungsten Chlorine.
And Potassium.
Wallace Clark.
Good grief.
Derek's father.
But there's nothing to say he even knew the vicar.
Ivy Clark, sir.
Wallace's wife is buried in the churchyard.
The next plot but one to Lady Daphne Sloan.
Reverend Monkford performed the service.
Bloody hell, matey.
That's Elementary.
I promised Ivy I'd take care of Derek.
Keep him on the straight.
Derek knew the ropes, Wallace.
Even if we had pinched him on the amphetamines, the worst he'd have got was bound over and a fine of 10 nicker.
Now he's looking at life.
And so are you.
I was just going to talk to Cartwright, tell him to leave Derek alone.
Only, it was him, wasn't it? Coming asking about this dead girl.
She'd taken them before.
No problem.
I swear.
Only this time it happened so quickly.
There was nothing I could do.
Girls turning up dead, police poking round.
I mean I couldn't risk Cartwright getting a conscience.
What if he'd come to you? But Cartwright didn't know who was blackmailing him.
It was a blind drop .
He couldn't have told us it was Derek he was supplying because he didn't know.
I couldn't take the risk.
Where's the gun, Wallace? In the attic.
A souvenir from my Home Guard days.
Knew where you stood then.
And the break-in? The night Monkford died.
A hell of a way to give yourself an alibi.
So we did the place over.
Made it look like robbery.
To give him an alibi.
For the vicar.
He gave Ivy a lovely send-off.
But he'd seen me.
There was nothing for it.
He only did any of it to keep me out of trouble.
He never had much time for the shop.
Where's Sir Edmund? Just through there, sir.
I've decided to accept the chair of physics at Stanford.
We'll be leaving after Frank's funeral.
Helen will be joining me.
And Bobby? He belongs with me.
He belongs with his mother.
You've no right to keep him from her.
He's all I've got.
I love him every bit as much as she does, as if he were my own.
But he's not.
It's not fair.
Why Why can Pamela have a child and What's wrong with Please, it's not fair.
I've issued an alert to ports and airports.
If you try to leave the country with him, you'll be arrested.
You can't do that.
There are charges I could bring against you.
What charges? I'm his grandfather.
But not his mother.
It is felony to unlawfully detain any child under the age of 14 with intent to deprive the parent of the possession of such child.
Offences Against the Person Act 1861.
Section 56.
What will you do? Find somewhere.
Far away.
Beyond their reach.
Now I've got Bobby back, I won't do anything silly again.
Ah, thank you.
We'll manage.
You mustn't worry.
I did love him.
That's what matters, isn't it? It's all that matters.
Thank you.
I heard she was leaving town.
It's a good thing you done there, Morse.
I hope so.
Run you back to the station? Thanks, but I've got to get to court.
The gas meter committal.
Oh, that's today, is it? Mm, this afternoon.
I'm going to help Strange make sure the case papers are in order.
Police work.
I'll see you back at the nick, then.
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