Endeavour (2013) s04e01 Episode Script


Oi! No petting! The swimming pool is just that way.
And make sure you go through the disinfectant pool.
- We don't want any verrucas.
- Hello.
- One for the ladies slipper baths, love? - Yes, please.
A touch more hot water, please.
From Archimedes' Sand Reckoner to the Torquetum of Jabir ibn Aflah, man has sought to create a "thinking machine" that equals and even outstrips the capabilities of his own mind.
Now, with the creation of the Joint Computing Nexus, or JCN for short, that dream comes one step closer to reality.
Good evening, JASON.
And we look forward to tomorrow's historic chess match between JASON and Professor Gradenko.
I think I speak for the whole team when I say we're all looking forward to meeting Yuri immensely.
Unless there are any further questions? - Yes? - What does it eat? Journalists.
"An ormolu clock lay amongst the wreckage, its hands forever stilled at 10:28.
A pair of welted Brogues betrayed the presence of the late Eduardo Sanchez.
The body was already cooling, taking on the familiar stiffness of death.
The blood, settling to the lower reaches of the circulatory system, had long fled the fine, aquiline features, lending them that translucent, alabaster aspect he knew all too well.
"What a piece of work is a man?" mused Superintendent Jolliphant.
" Winning in straight sets, the American No.
1 seed Billie Jean King.
Science now, and excitement is mounting in Oxford on the eve of an historic encounter between man and machine as Russian computer scientist Professor Yuri Gradenko prepares to take on the Joint Computing Nexus, also known as JASON, in a game of chess.
- Mrs Thursday.
- Come on through.
He won't be a minute.
Morning, sir.
A body's come up below Magdalen Bridge.
The clothes match the description of a missing person from a month ago.
Professor Neilsen from Lovelace College.
Uniform are on scene, but they'd like us to take a look.
Suspicious? You never know.
Well, you can handle that, can't you? Drop me by the tobacconist on your way.
Don't forget I'm out tonight.
- Oh.
Are you? - I told you.
Keep fit.
- I'll leave you something to warm through.
- Right.
I should hear about my Sergeant's exam today.
Results are out.
- You'll be off, then.
- Well, no.
Not altogether.
There's a vacancy coming up on Nights.
Don't wait.
I can walk in from here.
Who found him? Oh, Beaufort hearty, out for a run just before seven.
This floated loose when we were bringing the body to shore.
Forensics might be able to make something of it.
Big day today, isn't it? Just don't expect me to salute.
Good luck.
Keep upwind if I were you.
Four weeks in the drink makes for a very slippery customer.
This one's as ripe and runny as a rancid Roquefort.
Is it him? It's a him.
Further, I shouldn't care to hazard.
For whom were you hoping? Dr Richard Nielsen, Research Fellow up at Lovelace.
Keen fisherman.
Went missing around the end of term.
That would certainly accord with the condition of the corpus.
Contents of the wallet are pulp, I'm afraid.
This, though.
It isn't engraved, but someone might recognise it.
Foul play? I need to get him back and pop him on the radiator for a bit before I can give you a definitive answer.
Stones in his pockets.
Suicide, most likely.
I don't suppose there's a note? Oh, he'll have had his reasons, I expect.
Love's very popular.
The want of it.
A broken heart.
Where do you stand with all that? Suicide? Love.
Bit early in the day for metaphysics, isn't it? "And one was fond of me and all are slain.
" Love and fishing.
Sooner or later, it all comes down to the same thing.
The one that got away.
Not bad for a jumped up letter-sorter, eh? - How's that? - Well, that's what JASON was built for.
Mr Benn's nationwide six-figure postal coding system.
Dad, there you are! Oh, will you excuse me? Professor Amory.
My daughter Patricia.
Detective Constable Morse, City Police, Professor, Miss Amory.
Actually, it's Dr Amory, but I prefer Pat.
What can we do for you, Constable? I believe Richard Nielsen is a colleague of yours.
Yes, certainly, an integral member of the team.
Is there news? I'm afraid a body was recovered from just below Magdalen Bridge about an hour ago.
The clothes on the body match the description we have of those he was last seen wearing.
Sorry to have to tell you.
Well, we knew his fishing tackle had been found.
I-I-I suppose we hoped that he had some kind of breakdown and-and wandered off somewhere.
The scientific world will be looking at us, especially Russia.
- I'm just telling you how it is.
- If JASON breaks down because you're too tight to run to a pack of fuses, we're all going to look pretty bloody stupid, aren't we? Do excuse my colleagues.
Passions are inclined to run a little high on the eve of an important experiment such as ours.
That's right.
The rest of the time, we're just one big happy family.
This gentleman is from the police.
He's here about Richard.
They've found a body in the Cherwell.
- What? - Good God, no! It's a mistake, surely? You're sure it's him? We recovered this from the body.
It's Richard's.
I gave it to him.
Had anything been troubling him? Well, he was under enormous pressure with work, but, er, otherwise You think he killed himself? No.
No, I won't believe it.
Not Richard.
What about money worries? Well, if he had got into pecuniary difficulties, it's certainly not something he shared with any of us.
Dr Neilsen's office is just along here, sir.
Thank you.
That's a splendid backhand pass What's all that? It's the personal effects of Dr Richard Nielsen.
Been in the property store four weeks.
Thought I'd take a look.
- Suicide, isn't it? - Supposedly.
Where's, uh? Gone to lunch.
Ah, Morse - Good heavens! What's this? - Wimbledon, sir.
Ladies highlights in colour.
It's quite lifelike.
As may be, but this is a police station, not a television showroom.
Fell off the back of a lorry, sir.
Just making sure it's still working.
Yes, well - Morse, when you have a moment - Sir.
Don't suppose there's any need to ask what that's about, with the new suit.
- Fingers crossed.
- Thanks.
Failed? The Board notes with regret that a number of examination papers never arrived for marking and were, therefore, classed an automatic failure.
Better luck next time, yes? One more thing.
There's a Russian arriving at Lovelace College tomorrow for the chess tournament.
It's Special Branch's bailiwick, but Division want the local force represented.
You've some Russian, I believe, from your time in Signals.
The barest smattering, sir.
That still puts you ahead of the rest of us.
I want you to act as my ADC and local liaison with our colleagues in London.
Division has also asked that news of Dr Neilsen's death is for the moment withheld from the press for reasons of political sensitivity.
How many papers went astray? You said "a number".
If there were any way to find out, I'd be interested to know.
Hello? Number two? Mick! Mick! That's a waste of good luncheon meat.
Not today.
It will be.
I don't know what it is, but it's not luncheon meat.
Well, erm, I'm off to see Dr deBryn.
The body we took out of the river this morning .
I'd be glad of your eye over it.
No, you're all right.
When you've seen one drowning, you I've a few things to do of my own.
I'll see you back at the nick.
No underlying signs of violence.
I'm waiting on dental records to put his identity beyond doubt.
Meantime, I'm hoping to be able to lift a set of prints from the underlying dermis, but it's a slow process.
Afternoon, Doc.
- Ah, my three o'clock.
- That's right, Doc.
The body found in the slipper baths at Cowley Pool, Miss Palfrey.
No sign of heart attack, but there is a sizeable contusion on the back of her head and a few bruises that look to be perimortem.
So, what? She's slipped in the bath, hit her head and gone under? She's drowned, then? Looks that way.
Anything out of the ordinary? One or two points of interest.
There were traces of an oil-based lotion on her face.
Some kind of beauty treatment maybe? - And the other? - Well, it's turned mostly to liquid, but she had some sort of alkali residue in her ears and up her nose.
Face pack, perhaps? Women do use them, I believe.
Thanks, Doc.
There wasn't anything like that in the cubicle, and it's not like they'd had a chance to tidy it.
Have you been to her home yet? Not yet.
Why? I'll take it off your hands if you like, save you the job.
I've nothing else on.
Yeah, all right.
Suppose I'd better make the most before we lose you to Nights.
When do you reckon you'll start? My exam paper never reached Division.
"Automatic failure".
Bad luck, matey.
Still, what was it you said? "If at first", eh? Hello.
Detective Constable Morse.
- City Police.
Miss? - Er, Tessa Knight, Oxford Mail.
I'm on a death knock.
Give me a break or my editor'll have my guts.
I know Miss Frazil of old.
Tell her you ran into Morse and he was very unhelpful.
She'll understand.
If you'll excuse me Miss Palfrey had been in service, according to the neighbours.
She was a regular member of the congregation at St Cecilia's.
Straightforward "accidental", then.
Make a nice change for the coroner.
Two drownings in one day.
- That's unusual, don't you think? - Not specially.
He might been found today, but Dr Nielsen's been dead a month.
How many die on the roads in a day? - Doesn't make it murder.
- Not by itself, perhaps.
Why would Miss Palfrey go to the slipper baths if she had a bathroom at home? Not everyone grew up with indoor plumbing.
Maybe she thought it was cheaper to go there once a week than heat the tank.
Who knows? "Who knows?" Sure you don't mean "Who cares?" - Look, the world doesn't stop just because - Because what? - You mind your place.
- What is that, exactly? My place? Your place is where I say it is.
No more and no less.
Just don't go making something out of nothing, that's all.
- It's what we do, isn't it? - It's what you do! Didn't have your head in the clouds, you might've gone better with your Sergeant's.
Mr Bright mentioned.
Did he mention I could've revised till Ragnarok for all the good it would've done me? If my exam doesn't arrive, it's automatic failure.
Home time.
Home! Richard should've been here for the final preparations.
I know.
We all miss him.
Do you? And what does that mean? Nothing to do with me.
- I'll let it settle.
- We can't take any chances.
General reset.
JASON breaks down tomorrow, we'll be laughed out of college.
- Stick the kettle on, make a brew.
- No, no.
It's all right.
No point us both missing a night's sleep.
Sure? I'll come in early.
I thought you said he was a seasoned angler.
A Minister's Dog is eccentric, even by our standards.
The name of the fly.
There are more vulgar appellations.
- Such as? - The Vicar's Bitch, for one.
Legend has it the fly was fashioned using hairs from a cleric's Labrador.
- Why eccentric? - You can take trout on it, but traditionally it's a salmon fly.
No salmon in this neck of the woods.
No salmon in any of the rivers in Oxford.
I'm sorry, the pool's closed, love.
I'm just cashing up.
Detective Constable Morse, City Police.
There was a woman found dead in the slipper baths.
Which cubicle would that have been? It was cubicle two.
Professor Gradenko, may I introduce my driver, - Woman Police Constable Trewlove? - How do you do? And Detective Constable Morse.
If you're ready, Professor Excellent, Morse.
- What's wrong with your breakfast? - There's nothing wrong with it.
Just not in the mood this morning.
I miss her too.
I know you do.
Two weeks.
It's not our Joan.
Not to keep us in the dark like this.
Not a word.
- Oh, Fred - She's all right.
I know she is.
She She just needs time.
She'll get in touch when she's ready.
Here, what's all this with last night's paper? Situations vacant.
I thought I might get a little job.
Skivvying? Cleaning, offices.
No shame in it.
Never said there is.
It's all right for you.
You've got work to go to.
I'm just here.
Mornings are all right, I've got enough to keep me busy, but after lunch It's the afternoons.
You're not going to be cleaning in the afternoons, if it's offices.
No, it's earlies, but I'll see your sandwiches are done.
Ladies and gentleman, Professor Yuri Gradenko.
I meant to say commiserations.
Your Sergeant's.
It's rotten luck.
Well, I'm not sure how much luck was involved.
Look, can you cover for me later? I have to call Inspector Thursday at the station.
Of course.
What's up? Oh, just something I came across at Cowley Baths last night.
- I didn't know your enthusiasms ran to chess.
- They don't, usually.
I'm here in an official capacity.
Not seen much of you since the Wessex raid.
When are you gonna give me the inside story? I'm sure you've spoken to everybody else.
All bar you and Inspector Thursday's daughter.
The bank couldn't tell me when she'll be in.
She's gone away, I believe, to recuperate.
You all right? You don't look as though you've been sleeping.
You've lost weight.
You're not in love, are you? On my wages? Gentlemen, if you take your places, the tournament can begin.
Pawn to Queen's four.
There will now be a short break.
Dr Amory, do you have a moment? - Have you heard any news on Richard? - What's this? Oh Miss Knight from the Oxford Mail, Dr Amory So I? Would you excuse us? Morse, this is a friend of mine.
Kent Finn.
- Kent writes whodunits.
- Crime fiction, Doe, please.
A bastard form of literature, but mine own.
He'd like to pick your brains.
Well such as they are.
Don't be deceived.
He hides it well, but Morse is the cleverest man in Oxford.
Oh! I'm cut to the quick.
Second-cleverest, then, now you're here.
You play? Er, yes, a little.
- You? - Some.
Er, it's why I'm here.
Research for the next novel.
I've rented a place for the summer.
You must come over.
Dorothea tells me you were at Lonsdale.
I'm a Lowlands man, myself.
Red brick and chippy with everything.
But, seriously, you must come over.
I keep a pretty descent cellar.
I'm sure whatever state it's in it's better than my own.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, well, listen, how about eight o'clock? - Oh, do you mean this evening? - Well, that'll be nice.
Well, look, perhaps we could have a blitz after.
You know, in honour of our respective almae matres.
I think you'd find me a very poor woodpusher.
Oxford winning? Splendid, hm? - Actually, it's pretty evenly poised, sir.
- Oh, is it? - You play a little, Officer? - Oh, I used to, sir.
At school, for my house.
Ah, well, I'm sure we all played at school.
The opening appears to have been the Kronsteen variation of the Queen's Gambit declined.
Black sacrificed material for positional advantage.
The question now is whether he's prepared to accept the exchange of knights in a bid to develop the centre.
Yes, of course.
I didn't mean Four five six from Information Room.
More to my officers than a - Pretty face? - .
I was going to say.
Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd please take your seats, the tournament is about to continue.
Morse, we've been requested to attend Cowley Baths immediately.
Drowned, within the last 12 hours.
Almighty lump on the back of his head too, hour or two before he died.
Suspicious, then? He could've injured himself earlier in the evening.
Slow subdural haemorrhage.
He comes for a swim, pressure builds on the cerebral cortex and good night, Vienna.
Give you the definitive prix fixe once I've had a rootle.
Gentlemen Who was he? Don't know.
Not a regular, according to the lifeguard.
What about his clothes? He should have a rubber band, around his ankle, or his wrist, - with a key and locker number.
- E4, according to the band.
The key doesn't fit, so we're getting a master from reception.
Well, whoever he is, he wasn't here last night.
How do you know that? Because I'd have seen him.
I came in here to see where Miss Palfrey died.
I found a crucifix on the door.
Then this caught my eye.
"Denial"? Denial of what? - Writing on the mirror? - What's it say? We're more interested in when it could have been put there.
Well, could've been done any time.
Well, the place is cleaned daily, isn't it? Usually, but we've been a bit short-handed this last month.
So how many people used cubicle two after Miss Palfrey died? Nobody.
We shut it up, out of respect.
And of course, the bath needed a full hygienic, you know It's, er, it's standard procedure.
Get a lot of people die in there, do you? Our safety records are spotless.
I've been here eight years, and we've never had nothing like this happen before.
In 1959, nobody died.
- In 1960, nobody died.
In 1961 - All right we get the picture.
So, what about this "full hygienic"? I was gonna do it before we opened up, only he said we weren't to open up.
So how could somebody have got in for a swim if the place is locked? - I don't know.
- Who's got keys? Well, we have.
- A set each.
- What about past employees? We'll need a list.
I'll talk to Mr Smedley.
Staff records are held up at the council.
Any case, that locker key you were after Edison D Smalls, sir.
Summertown address.
And a pass for his work.
Looks to be the pump station.
- How's he locked his key in his locker? - He hasn't.
This isn't E4, it's E5.
What's this? Somebody's idea of Take Your Pick? E4 .
and a bunch of envelopes, empty.
- Swimming pool address.
- Sick joke.
I'll see if the staff know anything about it.
This boy, connected to the other two, do you think? It's not my place to say.
Who knows? Right? Don't come the old acid.
It don't suit.
You didn't listen.
I told you it was suspicious.
- About your business, Constable.
- I don't have any orders, sir.
Find out how he got in when the place was shut.
So the boiler's inspected a couple of times a year by the council.
I don't bother with it otherwise.
It's their responsibility to make sure that the service hatch is secure.
And when were they last here? Er, four months, maybe? What were your movements last night, after you closed up? I went home.
- Can anyone vouch for you? - Mona on reception.
Mona by name Yeah, she'll vouch.
All right, Mr Mitcham, I can take it from here.
Thank you.
There's a route through the boiler room to an unsecured service hatch.
Recent footprints in the dust, how Edison got in, presumably.
I'll get a photographer down there.
Finish up here, then you and Trewlove bring his parents in.
I'll see you back at the station.
You weren't concerned when he didn't come home? He's always late on a Tuesday, sir.
He helps out down at the youth club.
He's been going there since he was a boy, sir.
A lot of his friends from school were always getting in trouble with the law.
- I mean, nothing serious.
- No, sir.
Nothing serious.
Temperament and high-spirited.
There were that teacher that used to help out at the youth club of an evening.
- He took him under his wing, taught him chess.
- Chess? - Yes, and he was so good at it.
- Played it at the club all the time.
Edison always said it was that club that kept him on the straight and narrow.
When he got older, he wanted to help other youngsters, like himself, to keep out of trouble.
He got on all right with his mates, did he, at work? Oh, yes, sir.
Everybody liked Edison.
Does my boy look all right? Because I don't want his mother seeing him if he's Like he's sleeping, Mr Smalls.
Just like he's sleeping.
You think somebody did this to Edison? If they did, sir, we'll have 'em.
No stone unturned, you have my word.
I just can't understand what he was doing there.
Why? Edison couldn't swim.
Right, gentlemen, I'm fairly confident this will be of interest to you both.
Some kind of plaster would be my best guess, recovered from his nostrils.
Most of it had washed out, but this was packed towards the upper part of the nasal cavity.
Was it the same thing you found with Miss Palfrey? Whatever hers was had turned to liquid, but I'm sending this off for comparison.
He had traces of the same oil-based lotion on his face.
I don't suppose there was anything found like that on Dr Nielsen? No.
He was drowned, though, the Smalls lad? Oh, yes.
I've drained the lungs, but with a drowning in a swimming pool I'd expect to find chlorine.
- And that isn't the case? - No.
Initial tests suggest traces of fluoride.
Tap water? All I can tell you is that wherever he drowned, it wasn't in Cowley Baths.
A case of this magnitude, multiple victims and a motive as yet unknown, I'm sure I don't have to impress on you the need for absolute discretion.
It's imperative that no detail of this investigation be divulged beyond these walls, either at home with one's family or amongst yourselves while off-duty.
Control of information in a case like this gives us the upper hand.
Careless talk may very well cost lives.
All right, that's all.
- So, this latest victim - Edison Smalls, sir.
If he didn't die in the swimming pool, where did he die? Tuesday nights, he helped out at Wilkins Youth Club, sir.
They've been spoken to.
Smalls left about half-ten.
Nobody saw him again.
No-one except the killer, at least.
What about the staff at the baths? Clean as a whistle, sir.
All alibied and no previous on any of 'em, as with the ex-employees.
Anything to connect the victims? An academic, a retired servant of some sort and a worker at the pumping station.
Unlikely to move in the same social circle.
Maybe they're just random -- strangers' names picked out of a phone book.
Well, if that's the case, his next victim could be anyone in Oxford.
Morse, any thoughts? Not like you to be backward in coming forwards.
I couldn't say, sir.
Morse was onto it from the start, sir.
- Well, it was just a feeling.
- And now? The link is how they died, surely.
Drowning I mean, it's all a little baroque, don't you think? And for those of us in the cheap seats? Overly-ornamented.
The wrong fly on Dr Nielsen's fishing rod.
This message on the mirror.
The post in the lockers.
That's not random.
That's design.
- So what does it mean? - Whatever it means, it's his rules, his game.
He's telling us what he wants us to know.
So what doesn't he want us to know? Why the first victim? That's the key.
What made Dr Nielsen special? That's the King's Gambit.
- How's this? - E4, E5, F4 That's the lockers at Cowley Baths, sir.
It's algebraic chess notation, sir.
The King's Gambit was a popular sequence of opening moves in the 19th century.
So the killer's some sort of chess expert? There was a chess set at Miss Palfrey's house, set out mid-game.
What about these boffins at Lovelace? That's all chess.
Dr Nielsen was one of their outfit.
Well, they're computer experts, not chess enthusiasts, but, yes, I could take a look.
- Very well.
Carry on.
- Well done.
JASON's been thinking about his next move for nearly 40 minutes.
Yuri's got us beaten by time alone.
Bad luck.
Good heavens.
Knight takes rook.
That's check mate in 15.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Cheers! And again.
Cheers! Cheers! - One, two, three.
Cheers! - Cheers! Yuri! Oh, come on, old chap.
Napoleon's dictum.
Dr Amory.
This cigarette case that you gave Dr Nielsen It was his birthday.
I just wanted to do something nice for him.
Nothing more than that? It's always sex with the police, isn't it? A girl can't just be friends with a chap.
It's has to be sex.
Or love.
In my experience, as many kill for love as desire.
It stirs up the mud, requited or not.
Could anyone have misread your friendship with Dr Nielsen? Look, my only role here and my only interest is looking after my father.
No-one's bought me flowers or made a pass at me or sent me billets-doux.
Beautiful, yes? Richard was fond of water lilies.
You knew Dr Nielsen? A remarkable young man.
I was very sad to hear of his death.
We exchanged letters for several years.
Chess, you understand.
It is your responsibility to find out who killed him.
He drowned.
In my country, people drown also.
Sometimes, even by accident.
You have to catch the person who killed Richard Nielsen.
His last letter he sent, he said there were problems within his group.
What kind of problems? He didn't say, but you should know our opinions were simpatico upon certain important matters.
Such as? The threat to the world posed by the ideologies of our respective governments.
Professor Gradenko! I have to go.
- Dr Castle.
- Oh, hello.
- Do you have a moment? - Of course.
We're just We're anxious to get a better picture of Dr Nielsen's relationship with the rest of the team.
- Had he fallen out with anyone? - Er Er Look, I'm just a junior fellow here.
It's not really my place to say.
It's not really your place to say what? I just wouldn't want to speak out of turn, that's all.
Perhaps speak to Bernard.
Yes, I argued with Richard.
We overspent our research budget by quite a margin.
And that caused conflict between you and Dr Nielsen? He was convinced someone was making something on the side, demanded to see the accounts.
- Did you give them to him? - No.
I think he took them just before he disappeared.
There you are.
Just the man.
I've been looking for you.
So, come on.
Foul play, right? Look, you can tell me.
I won't breathe a word.
Guides' honour.
Well, what do you know? Tit for tat? All right.
Ah, the old lady who died there yesterday used to work for a doctor's family out by Binsey.
You show me yours.
(Was it murder?) We're treating it as a suspicious death.
So, this doctor? Er, Aston or Ashford.
And what about the one today? Danny Smalls? - Look, just - I knew it.
Get his name right, at least for his parents' sake.
It's Edison Smalls.
Workmates all called him Danny or Daniel.
He only got Edison at home.
So, this Aston or Ashford, what about them? Miss Palfrey may have been closer to the doctor than his wife cared for.
There was a divorce.
My source says it was some kind of local cause celebre.
Made the papers.
Thanks you for the steer.
Well, I wasn't sure if you would come.
So, I thought, erm, we'd treat ourselves to a little drop.
Oh, the '61.
I'm honoured.
Well, If I was really honouring you, I would have brought up the '45, but, erm, perhaps when I know you better.
I'll open this and I'll get some glasses.
Ah! I see you've met my muse.
Haunting, isn't she? Disturbing, certainly.
Who is it? Nobody knows.
It was a young girl fished out of the Seine in the 1880s.
Story goes, the attendant in the city morgue was so taken with her beauty that he made an impression of her features in the hope that someone would recognise her and claim her.
But her likeness caught the imagination of fashionable Parisians and, well, by the Yellow '90s, no self-respecting Bohemian garret could truly lay claim to being part of La Belle Epoque without one.
So, erm, yeah Right, shall we? This way.
It must be fascinating work, pitting your wits against some diabolical villain.
The red herrings.
I don't know, the unexpected twists in the final act before the killer is revealed.
It might be that way in books.
In real life, it's all legwork or paperwork, asking the same questions over and over.
Would you? Would you like me to change the music? I gather opera's more your bag.
Oh, look, don't think too badly of her.
Dorothea holds you in some regard.
How is it you know her? Oh, she reviewed my last Superintendent Jolliphant rather favourably, so I sent flowers to thank her, and we stayed in touch.
And as I was in Oxford, er You're friends, then? Well, a gentleman never tells.
A gentleman would just say yes, and leave it at that.
If that's for the morning edition, you're cutting it fine.
Stop press.
What's this? Well, I'll see you to the stop.
You don't have to wrap me in cotton wool, Fred.
I won't break.
You're all I've got.
What are you gonna do till Morse gets here? Well, take a turn through the park.
Fetch the paper.
Change is as good as a rest.
Here, give us one .
the unexpected defeat of the Russian scientist Professor Yuri Gradenko by the computer JASON in a chess match at Lovelace college.
Professor George Amory, who led the Oxford Team, predicted that within a generation few compartments of the intellect would remain outside the machines' realm and that the problems of creating artificial intelligence would be substantially solved.
We're no closer to catching this bastard, and now the whole world knows about it.
We'll have every nutcase and lunatic in Oxford to claim responsibility and no way to sort the wheat from the chaff.
Tessa! Come here.
This story, where did you get it? Straight from the horse's mouth.
Morse told me at the drinks last night.
In confidence.
Did he say it was off the record? I shouldn't have to, but it's beside the point.
There are things that could only have come from my notebook.
Are you accusing Miss Knight of stealing it? Because, if you are, I'd like the Mail's lawyers present.
If I find this chit of yours does have Morse's notebook, I'll have her up before the beak so fast her feet won't touch the ground.
Whatever professional courtesy you may have had of me hitherto, - do not look to rely upon the same in future.
- Professional courtesy? - I thought we were friends.
- We were.
Running off at the lip in front of a scribbler! - I thought you knew better.
- I gave her nothing she hadn't worked out.
You gave her your notebook.
She must've picked my pocket when - When what? Bat her lashes, did she? - What does that mean? It means you're still wearing yesterday's shirt, and that smudge of lipstick on your collar is the same shade Miss Knight's wearing.
You've got about a second to lose that smirk before I slap it off your face.
Did you pinch his notebook? You silly, silly girl.
Do you know, I heard you were something once The Korean War.
The Tribune Now look at you.
Knocking it back at 11 in the morning, washed up in some provincial backwater.
One more word, and you're fired.
I resign.
The Sketch saw my piece.
If I can come up with another one like it, there's a job waiting for me there.
That's right.
Fleet Street.
London! Good luck.
Next time you see my name, it'll be on page one.
Tread lightly, child.
Tread lightly.
After local newspaper the Oxford Mail revealed that a murderer who kills his victims by drowning is at large in the city, Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright of the Oxford City Police declined to comment.
Losing one's notebook is about as gross a dereliction of duty a serving officer can make.
- An honest mistake, sir.
- Honesty doesn't come into it.
- I will thank you not to speak for him.
- It's why I'm here, sir.
Well, you've had your say.
You asked me to find out how many examination papers went astray.
I made enquiries.
The answer was one.
Just yours, Morse.
Just yours.
- I see.
- Do you? I wonder.
This past three years, you've made some very powerful enemies.
They won't forgive and they won't forget.
They mean to dog your steps until the very last hour of your service.
And now this If you want my advice, your best hope of salvaging any kind of career would be to transfer to another constabulary.
- Leave Oxford? - Why not? Fresh start.
You've no family local.
As I understand it, there's nothing to keep you here.
Scotch before lunch? I thought you said it gave you guts-ache? How did you leave it? One step forward.
Now, look, that with Miss Knight Go on.
- .
it wasn't just a one-way street.
- What did you get from her? She told me that Miss Palfrey worked for a doctor's family out by Binsey, name of Aston or Ashford.
Now, I've had a look in the Gazetteer.
I can't find anyone with either name currently in Oxford.
Electoral rolls, then.
It could take days to collate and cross-reference that material.
Yes, but there is another possibility.
Can you do it? Morse said you ran a demonstration of the new postal coding system for the GPO.
Oh, we compiled a database of names and addresses from the '61 census and the '64 electoral rolls, but only for households in Oxfordshire.
That's all we need.
Well, it's possible, of course.
JASON will identify and isolate any parameters you specify.
Bernard, could you? It'll take us a while to find the tape drums, get them loaded, but, yes, I don't see why not.
So, erm, what am I looking for? A Dr Aston or Ashford in the Binsey area.
- Oo-oo-ooh! - I can do it.
Ooh, no fear.
The last time you input code, JASON nearly had a nervous breakdown.
- It wasn't that bad.
- Oh, wasn't it? What he should have entered was "Read drum".
What was it that you actually put in? "Rude dram".
Look, anyone can make a mistake.
Well, I'll make coffee.
I've a feeling we'll need it.
Aston, wasn't it, or Ashford? Yes, could be either, in the Binsey area.
We might get a better result if we start with just "A-S", the first two letters being shared by both surnames.
Sure, Dr Gould? Wouldn't that give us anyone whose surname begins with A-S in Oxfordshire? Binsey should narrow it.
Sooner that than miss a variation.
Double-barrelled, even.
So, how does it work, Dr Gibbs? The program's written in Forbin 66, with a few additions of our own.
There! Well, now what? Now you can sample Broderick's disgusting home-ground, or do what I'm going to do.
- Go home to bed.
- That long, you reckon? You could get lucky, but you're unlikely to get much back before morning.
JASON will be thinking for quite a while.
Good night.
Oxford is tonight a city in fear as, further to an initial report in the local paper, journalist Tessa Knight confided to this programme that the murderer, whom she described as "clearly a lunatic," has already killed three victims by drowning.
Hello? Is anyone there? Hello? Three in the.
Binsey area.
Ashcourt, Ashton and Leighton-Asbury.
- Well, sorry to have troubled you, Mrs Ashcourt.
- No problem.
- Who's next? - Ashton is nearer.
There's two occupants in '64.
That looks to be a terraced house, according to the electoral.
Doesn't sound big enough to warrant servants.
- What about Leighton-Asbury? - Briar House, one occupant in '61.
- A Judith Leighton-Asbury.
- Right.
Oh! Gently, if you would, gentlemen.
She's been through quite enough.
Dear God! What is this place? It appears to be where he brought his victims, sir, and made their death masks.
That's where the alkaline residue on their faces came from.
The bottom right-hand four are the recent drownings.
- And the rest? - Les Gueules cassees.
The broken faces.
Soldiers mutilated by wounds in the Great War.
What in God's name are they doing here? Life masks such as these were taken in order that facial prostheses could be tailored to the requirements of the patient.
It would certainly explain the material I recovered from the ears and nasal cavities of his victims.
The house belongs to a Dr Leighton-Asbury.
We've given his details to the General Medical Council.
They're looking into it.
There's also a wife, Judith.
She was here in '61, but since then I've called the Land Registry, sir, to see who owns the property now.
Looks to be patient records.
Hundreds of the bloody things.
Better go through them.
See if any of the names ring a bell.
There should be a handbag.
Constable? She was a reporter, wasn't she? She'd need somewhere to keep her notebook.
Her coat is here.
I can't see her going far without a handbag.
Sir? That poor girl.
I should've listened to you.
Well, you had things on your mind.
Who doesn't? It's no excuse.
This lands at my door, nobody else's.
You couldn't have known.
You knew.
You always know.
And you were cheated with your Sergeant's.
I know you wanted it.
Deserved it too.
But I can't say I'm sorry not to lose you to Nights.
You're better than that.
There's a boy's room, across the hallway.
So a son and a daughter, then.
The Leighton-Asburys.
"A pupil".
Saves writing the kid's name out in longhand, I suppose.
- Cowley Baths.
- Yeah.
There was one of these at Miss Palfrey's house.
A gift, possibly, from the girl.
Looks to be pages from a diary.
Is that French? "He won't leave me alone.
He watches me all the time.
I know what he wants, but I won't.
It's disgusting and wrong.
There's no-one I can tell.
I can't see any other way out.
" Who's this "he"? Does she say? She doesn't name him, but there's a lot more in a like vein.
Should I go on, sir? Get down the station and type up a translation as quick as you can.
Garden backs onto the Cherwell.
Nothing down there but some old boathouse.
Doesn't look like anyone's been inside for donkey's.
Nearest neighbour's only been here a few years.
Just remembers the wife.
She died in '62.
I've spoken to the Royal Army Medical Corps.
They're searching for him in regimental records.
- There's a son and a daughter.
No names - Actually, sir, just through from the station, Edison Smalls' previous.
Three months suspended for a fight with a lad he used to play chess with down the youth club.
Alexander Leighton-Asbury.
I've spoken to Edison's parents.
They were just playing a game, nice as you like.
Edison said something to the Leighton-Asbury boy, and he went for him.
- What did he say? - Something he didn't like, clearly.
But push come to shove, it was Edison got stuck on and the other kid walked away.
I'll get a trace out for him.
You'd better get over to Miss Knight's flat, take a look.
This is her room.
Well, thank you.
Er, she was a fan, that's all.
Erm Look, what What's this all about? What it's about, Mr Finn, is Tessa Knight lying drowned in an outsized fish tank over by Binsey, with a death mask of her face staring down at her from the wall.
It's about your muse being just such a death-mask, cast from the features of a woman drowned in the Seine 80 years ago.
But above all, it's about finding one of your pipe-cleaner men on her bedside table.
You were sleeping with her.
For how long? A couple of weeks, maybe a month.
Such gallantry.
And when did you really last see her? Erm, shortly after you left, she dropped by, er, briefly.
Where were you the night before the chess tournament? Erm with Tessa, at her flat.
And the night before that? If you've come to read me the riot act, volume two Do you need a drink or can you tell me straight? Is it Tessa? How bad? Her body was found at a house out by Binsey this morning.
She'd been drowned.
You didn't send her there? She resigned yesterday morning, just after you left.
I have to ask Kent Finn, he said he was with you the night Miss Palfrey died.
That's right.
So you can you give him an alibi.
Why would he need an alibi? He's nothing to do with Tessa.
Er Oh.
I see.
Comes to booze, Kent's a bit of an amateur.
I wouldn't have said he was in a state to drive anywhere, let alone kill anyone.
Binsey, you say, Tessa was found? Yes, a house out that way.
Owned by a family called Leighton-Asbury.
Miss Palfrey was in service there.
- The head of the family is a doctor of some sort.
- Army surgeon.
Something to do with plastic surgery, - for pilots burned in the war.
- Yes, that's right.
It was one of the first stories I covered when I came to Oxford.
The daughter, aged about 16, drowned herself in the boathouse.
- Weighted down -- - With stones in her pockets? Yeah.
At the inquest, the housekeeper Miss Palfrey gave evidence that the brother had an unnatural interest in her.
The parents denied it.
I don't think the coroner wanted to add to their grief, but That would accord with what we read in her diary.
So what happened to him? Sent away.
Family somewhere.
I think the parents split up not long after.
I can look into it.
I'd be grateful.
Poor Tessa.
She'd an idea about some job in Fleet Street on offer, if she got the scoop on all this.
Last thing she said was, "Next time you see my name, it'll be on the front page.
" You're certain the Leighton-Asbury boy is involved? He's the only person we can connect with Miss Palfrey, sir, and we know he fought with Edison Smalls.
It could just as well have been the father.
The doctor? Or his wife, even? Or none of them at all.
- Just someone who knew the house was empty.
- It's possible, sir.
Didn't you think there was a link to the scientists up at Lovelace College? Hasn't that been the thinking so far? Well, we can rule out Dr Gould and Dr Castle straight away.
We were with them both at the time Tessa Knight was killed.
- That leaves who? - Er, Professor Amory, his daughter Pat and Dr Clifford Gibbs.
Amory's in a wheelchair.
Hard to see him having the physical capability of murdering anyone.
- Gibbs, did you say? - That's right.
Why? Yeah.
I thought I'd seen it.
Wing Commander Rupert Gibbs, Six-Oh-Two Squadron, RAF Westhampnett.
Shot down over Sussex, September 16th, 1940.
Damage to the upper and lower maxilla.
Extensive third-degree burns.
Could you tell us about your father's relationship to Dr Leighton-Asbury? Yes, Dad was a patient, for the best part of ten years.
Did you ever go with him, out to Binsey? Once or twice.
Did you know his kids? He had a son and daughter.
I remember a little girl, vaguely.
What about the boy? Alexander? No.
Been there recently? Binsey? Good God, no.
Wouldn't know where to find it.
Easy enough to find an address, as you've already demonstrated.
Why the interest in Leighton-Asbury? The body of a young woman was found drowned at the house in Binsey this morning.
Tessa Knight.
That's awful.
But if you think Dr Leighton-Asbury's got anything to do with it, you're way off-beam.
- How's that? - Well, I'm a scientist.
I don't go in for God.
But that man was a miracle worker.
Where were you last night? For the record.
You know where I was, I told you.
I went to a recital and then I went home to bed, for the record.
- Anyone vouch for that? - No.
What about Tuesday night? I was here, working.
Bernard told me to reboot JASON.
Look, if you think that you've got evidence that I'm involved in all of this, then you should charge me.
Otherwise, I've got nothing else to say.
- We're gonna brace Dr Gould as to Gibbs' alibi.
- Right, sir.
Tail Gibbs.
I don't want him out of your sight.
We've had word through from the RAMC, sir.
- Regimental records confirm Dr Leighton-Asbury's decease.
- Right.
We're looking for Dr Bernard Gould.
Erm, you just missed him, about half an hour since.
- Any idea where he might be? - Home.
He was feeling under the weather.
Gibbs said Dr Gould told him to reset JASON the night before the tournament.
- Would that be regular? - Yes, JASON had been behaving erratically.
It's standard practice.
You close the machine down and restart it.
You turn it off and on again.
How long would that take? Oh, a few hours.
If the reset took a few hours, rather than the all night that Gibbs had said it did, it would give him time to kill Miss Palfrey and drop her at the swimming pool.
Information Room to DI Thursday.
Message for Morse from Dorothea Frazil.
Go ahead.
'Alexander Leighton-Asbury went to live with his maternal grandparents, name of King, in Dundee.
She has further information at the Oxford Mail.
- Over.
' - Out.
Sir - You think Gibbs has got Miss Frazil? - That's how it looks, sir.
Strange lost him close by to the offices of the Mail, but we've got an alert out to all units.
- Where would he have taken her? - Don't know yet, sir.
But here's some news on the Leighton-Asbury girl.
A birth registered in the second quarter of 1939.
Perhaps we should try the swimming baths.
Maybe he's taken her there.
Tessa Knight's coat did reek of chlorine.
- Where is she? - Where's who? Miss Frazil.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- What have you done with her? - Nothing.
Get him dressed.
Morse, with me.
Show me where you found those footprints.
Maybe he's got her down there.
Miss Frazil? Miss Frazil? Miss Frazil? Morse? Morse! Miss Knight's handbag! "RXN.
Check Meat.
" "Rook takes knight.
Check Mate.
" It's not Gibbs.
- You think Dr Castle is the Leighton-Asbury boy? - Yes.
After his sister killed herself, he went to his grandparents in Scotland.
- Their name was King.
- How does that get you to Castle? What he wrote on the wall.
Rook takes Knight.
Rook is the proper name for the chess piece, only some people call it a Castle.
The fly, the Vicar's Bitch.
That referred to Miss Palfrey.
- What about "Denial"? - It wasn't Denial, it was Daniel, for Edison Daniel Smalls.
See, Castle's word-blind.
That's why he mistyped "Rude Dram" for "Read Drum".
The envelopes in the locker were mail.
The Oxford Mail.
He's been telling us his next move at each instance.
He must know we've found the house in Binsey.
What about the boat house where his sister drowned? - What's his motive? - Miss Palfrey he knew as a child.
Same as Edison Smalls.
Perhaps it was something to do with his sister.
You sit in your offices writing your stories.
- Ruining lives.
- My God! You're him.
You're Alexander.
Well, I'm flattered you remember me.
I remember you, of course.
The disgusting insinuations you made after the inquest.
- I wrote the truth.
- I loved my sister.
Well, she didn't love you.
Not in the way you wanted her to.
She was afraid of you.
You're why she killed herself.
- Enough! - I'm not afraid.
Oh, you will be, in the end.
I think that's him.
Get after him! I'll take care of her.
It's all right! I'll get you out! Please, open the door! Fred! Fred! - Fred! - I'm not leaving you.
- Argh! - It's OK.
Don't worry.
Fred, please! Out you get! Quick! If she wanted you dead, you would be.
- Who? - Penelope! Penelope's dead.
Your sister, she's dead.
I just found her again! After all that time, I can't let it happen again! You're ill.
You've had You've had a breakdown, and Dr Neilsen knew it.
He was going to tell Dr Amory, have you taken off the project.
- That's why you killed him.
- I had to.
I had to kill Neilsen.
She spoke to me.
Through the computer, through JASON.
If I lost JASON, I would have lost Penelope too.
And the death masks, what were they? I made them for Penelope as an offering, so she could see I had done what she asked.
I know it sounds mad, but we're meant to be together.
I'm not mad.
(No, I'm not mad.
) God knows I should be, growing up here.
It was a house of monsters.
But the men who came to visit your father were heroes, as was he.
The only monster in that house was you.
I read your sister's diary.
- She was terrified of you.
- I'd never hurt Penelope! The only way to get away was by drowning! She drowned herself to get away from you.
- You forced her to it.
- No.
Look, anyway, it's finished.
It's over.
- Put the bricks down, it's done.
- None of it matters now.
I just want Penelope back.
I miss her so much.
Now I know what I've got to do to get her back.
Breathe, you bastard! It was in Tessa Knight's handbag.
Beyond hurting her now.
It's evidence.
Castle'll get what he's got coming, with this or without.
It wouldn't harm your prospects any if you found it'd slipped down the back of your sofa.
But that wouldn't be true.
You don't have to stay in Oxford.
You have to make a stand somewhere.
They're not going to drive me out.
You two done, is it? All right for some.
Can I give you a lift? Well, this is very nice, I must say.
I don't suppose there's any word? No.
No word.

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