Inspector Morse (1987) s05e02 Episode Script

Jesus is the Lamb of God who taketh away the sins of the world.
Happy are those who are called to his supper.
CONGREGATlON: Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but onIy say the word and I shaII be heaIed.
(Distant music) ? Laudate Dominum ? Omnes gentes ? Laudate (Footsteps) ? .
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eum ? Omnes ? .
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populi ? Quoniam confirmata est super nos The body of Christ.
? Misericordia ? eius The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The blood of Christ.
CELEBRANT: The body of Christ.
The blood of Christ.
The blood of Christ.
The blood of Christ.
Good luck.
Well, now.
Our solitary examinee.
- Are you feeling up to this, Victoria? - Thanks, l'm fine.
Time to hand over your charge.
(Bell chimes) You may turn over your paper and begin writing.
(Footsteps) What do we know about St Saviour's College, Lewis? - Well, what's happened? - A sudden suspicious death and burglary.
WOMAN: Excuse me.
l'm Mrs Gardam.
l need to speak to someone of high rank.
Keep going, Lewis.
- Are you by any chance a Chief lnspector? - No, madam.
That was the Chief lnspector.
We're on urgent business.
l have urgent business.
Not only urgent, but highly confidential.
This is WPC Louise Bright.
Why don't you grab a cup of tea and have words with her? l never touch tea.
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7 in F Major LEWlS: Nice-looking.
Mrs Gardam, sir.
LEWlS: l like women a bit plump myself.
MORSE: Lewis! Sorry, sir.
lt's just Well, Valerie's got the slimming bug, suddenly.
She says she's going to a class regular.
There's an introductory promotion first.
l told her You like her a bit plump.
Yes.
She'd just left Communion service in the chapel.
lt's High, isn't it, St Saviour's? High? Well, l suppose about the same height High Church.
Back on the job, Lewis.
She was writing.
Furiously.
Confidently.
l thought, ''We've got another first here.
'' Anotherfirst, Dr Corder? A starred first, possibly.
l'm not supposed to l mean Well, it hardly matters now, but the word was that she'd done extraordinarily well in the other papers.
Why was she sitting this paper alone? Because of her accident.
Ah, yes.
The bandages.
What happened? She fell off her bike a week ago.
On the cobbles outside the gates.
She spent three days in hospitaI.
It Iooked at first as though .
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all her efforts would be wasted.
So there had to be special arrangements? Yes.
l'm not sure if you're familiar with Oxford practice in degree examinations.
Familiar enough.
Then you probably know that when a presenting candidate is prevented from sitting an examination due to illness or injury at the authorised time and place, the rule is that provision must be made for that candidate to attempt the same paper, within a specified time afterwards, and at a place authorised by the examiners.
Excuse me, sir.
The pathologist would like permission to move the body quickly.
- Well, what does he think? - He's stumped, sir.
lt might be poison.
Poison? POLlCE OFFlCER: Righto, Chief.
- Take a look at the room.
POLlCE OFFlCER: OK, Iads.
(Reads) The postexilic era? A divinity examination, sir? Yes.
That particular paper, l imagine, would have brought out the best in her.
She was a trained historian like me.
She achieved her college fellowship on the strength of her historical work.
Then why this qualification in divinity? Look, lthink you'd better talk to Lance.
Lance MandeviIIe, our coIIege chapIain.
Chief lnspector Morse.
How do you do? Retiring chaplain.
I'm about to retire, Chief Inspector.
Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams.
For rebellion is as a sin of witchcraft! l hardly think this is the time and the place, Geoffrey.
? Light Mediterranean-style music WOMAN: Out! FiII your Iungs.
WOMAN: Come on! One, two, three.
One, two, three! lt should be the man, by rights.
How much do you say he'd taken off? Eight stone? Not exactly pretty, though, is he? We had a man three years ago.
No.
Make it the girl.
Girls are more popular with the punters.
That's right, Pound-Shedders.
l'm back again.
Remember, this is the big one.
WOMAN: This the chance of a lifetime.
This decides the Pound-Shedder of the Year.
WOMAN: So, come on.
Let's get back.
Next time, when you go out there, really sell yourselves.
Right! Let's have one more promenade, shall we, before the final selection? Remember, it's not just about losing weight, it's about looking good.
LEWlS: So, you Ieft the chapeIjust before nine and went direct to the Senior Dining Room after the service? - Miss Dobson? - Miss? Who is this ''miss''? My name's Hilary Dobson.
You can call me Hilary or you can call me Dobson.
l have no title.
Right.
Come on, then, erHilary.
Let's take it one step at a time, can we? You saw Dr Hazlett into her exam and then came straight back here? Yes! How many times do l have to say it?! And there's a load of files and papers missing? Everything! Everything's gone! Years of work! Do you have a light, Lewis? Her research, notes on a book about the early English martyrs, and everything to do with our movement.
All our meetings.
Our plans.
- That's what they were after, of course.
- Can we go back a bit? l saw him! l saw him on the staircase.
Victoria was so gentle.
You're losing me, Hilary.
These records you're talking about Our archive.
Everything on the PAX group.
Why don't you ask them? Ask the incense and lacy frocks brigade.
MORSE: How wide is that experience, hm? MANDEVlLLE: Well, one has, over the years, met most of death's representations.
Suicide, accident slow inexorable decline.
Murder? No.
Never that.
Victoria Hazlett was, in any case, beyond your comforts.
Yes, absolutely.
She was an unusual young woman.
Very young for a college Fellow.
The youngest ever, l believe.
And unusual in her aspirations? What were they? Mm? - l'm sorry? - Her aspirations.
Tsk! l was in no sense her confidant.
Just because l operated, as it were, in the same general field, it doesn't follow that ln the course of your investigations, Chief lnspector, you will, no doubt, become privy to college gossip.
No doubt.
Dr Hazlett aspired to ordination in the ministry of the Church of England.
She wanted to be a priest? Exactly.
You don't approve of the ordination of women, sir? Well, my approval or otherwise is of no consequence.
Ministers of the Church are the inheritors of a tradition, the spiritual descendants of Christ's apostles.
All the apostles were male.
So were all the doctors in the first century AD, but we seem to have moved on.
This is more complicated than that.
l don't intend to argue theological points.
ls there anything more l can do for you? Dr Hazlett took Communion here this morning, before she went to the examination room? Surrounded by her supporters, yes.
Her supporters? Two deacons and two deaconesses.
A couple of them also hold university appointments.
Well, there's some kind of informal group or organisation.
They run a hostel for what used to be called ''fallen women'', some of whom were in the congregation.
l imagine they'd be concerned about their friend's showing in the examination following her accident.
Rather impressive, rallying around like that.
Psht! lmpressive or provocative? l don't understand.
Those women have never seen fit to present themseIves en masse in the coIIege chapeI before.
Four of them wore clerical dress.
Since they were ordinary communicants, that was an affront.
They don't approve of the form of service we use.
Now, why should they make a show of their solidarity today? Yes.
Why should they? I can onIy suppose it to have been, on generaI terms, a political statement, quite out of keeping with the spirit of the sacrament.
You were assisted by the Reverend Geoffrey Boyd at Communion? Correct.
Where's he likely to be? Hm? l don't know.
ln his room, or in the vicarage at St Bride's on Collet Road.
He might be anywhere.
l'm sure we'll find him, sir.
(Keys jangle) ? MOZART: Laudate Dominum from Vesperae Solennes De Confessore (Frenzied sobbing) (Hammering on door) Dinah! Can you hear me? (Sobs) WOMAN: Dinah! TAPE: ? Laudate Look, you're upset.
We're all bleedin' upset.
(Coughs) ? Omnes gentes Oh, come on.
You're wanted! Dinah! ? .
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eum ? Omnes ? populi CLERlC: lt's OK.
lt's OK.
CLERlC: Shh.
It's OK.
- They did it, Emma.
- No.
They did.
- l saw him.
- No.
- l saw Boyd on Victoria's staircase.
- No, you couldn't have done.
- Yes.
- No.
There wasn't time.
Let's get her inside.
Come on.
Come inside.
Come on.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
So, Hilary Dobson claims the Reverend Geoffrey Boyd ransacked the dead girl's room? She was a bit hysterical at the time, mind.
She wouldn't thank you for the ''hysterical'' tag, Lewis, if she's as committed to the cause as she claims.
What's the matter with ''hysterical''? That's what men say about women.
l say it about the Desk Sergeant when he's on the rampage.
Yes, well The porter says there was a scout sent over from Beaufort College with a suitcase to deliver.
He didn't see him leave, but Beaufort say they know nothing about a scout or a suitcase.
Well, he's got to be our man, hasn't he? But why? What was in that room that anyone would want to steal, let alone kill for? - lf it was a killing.
- Yes.
She must have been a lovely girl, that Victoria Hazlett.
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best l want Boyd.
There's a call-out, sir.
And l want a sensible report from the path lab.
l couldn't take her seriously, somehow.
l mean, the What is it, a cassock? And a cigar.
Even before she started roaring, she was a bit intense.
A bit hoIier-than-thou.
She is holier than thou, Lewis.
(Car phone rings) Say that again, will you? (Switches engine off) The chemical reaction produced by painkilling tablets? Communion wine Communion wine? And one other substance? Well, what is it? What do you mean, you don't know? Well, yes, of course.
lf you need to, take expert advice.
Trouble, sir? What's the pathology budget, Lewis? l don't know.
Big.
Not big enough, apparently.
Victoria Hazlett's stomach contents have defeated the resources.
They've been handed over to a specialist.
An endocrinologist.
lt happens, sir.
Expert witness.
Yes, it happens.
Delays happen.
- lt could be poisoning, then, eh? - Could be.
Let's assume it is, for the moment.
Not very prepossessing, is it? They're supposed to do a good job, though.
Our lot send them cases sometimes.
What do you reckon to all this about women going into the Church, sir? lt's no big deal.
The Methodists have had them for years.
l reckon we're seeing a particularly Oxford view of things, Lewis.
Extreme images.
God as a prissy old don nit-picking his way through the liturgy versus God as a muscular Girl Guide.
Erm Er, police.
Chief lnspector Morse.
Detective Sergeant Lewis.
l'm Emma Pickford.
Please, come in.
Dyb, dyb, dyb, sir.
Geoffrey! MANDEVlLLE: Geoffrey! (Doorbell) LEWlS: Can l start by taking a list of your names? There are twelve residents and five members of staff.
WOMAN: Irene Johnstone.
We combine our duties here with church work and, in some cases, with other jobs, and we each act as counsellor to particular residents.
Victoria was responsible for lrene Saunders and Dinah Newberry.
l think you should see Dinah first.
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et Spiritui Sancto May l come in? ? Sicut ? .
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erat in principio l'm sorry about this, Miss Newberry.
l won't keep you long.
? Et nunc My name is Morse.
Just tell me, why weren't you at the service with the other residents this morning? Slept in, didn't l? Anyway, l don't go to that kind of place.
What kind of place? Church? Places full of people looking.
- I didn't want to Iet her down.
- Victoria? People look at me and nudge each other.
l distract attention.
She didn't need me on her side.
She seems to have been on your side.
She didn't suffer, did she? No.
No, we don't think so.
? Amen Lovely music.
Nothing much to report, sir.
Yes.
l think l'll save you another encounter with the cigar and the cassock, Lewis.
Get back to the college.
Forensic should be finished.
See what they've turned up.
Check that a sample of that Communion wine's been sent for analysis.
- There's some tea out there, sir.
- Yes? Sorry, Lewis.
l'll be through with the hot water.
l'm lrene, by the way.
Let's start with the examination procedure.
A candidate who sits a paper late must, on no account, get to see the paper beforehand.
How is this achieved? There's a system of chaperones.
The candidate is under supervision until the paper's been completed.
lt was a formality in Victoria's case.
So, she was never alone from the time of her accident until her death? Who were the chaperones? ls there a list? l expect so.
They were all members of the university staff.
Hilary and l both did shifts.
- And you were trusted? You were her friends.
- We were on oath.
l said, it was a formality.
Who took the final shift as chaperone? l did.
l slept in her room on a camp bed last night.
There was nothing unusual? - No disturbance in the night? - Nothing.
We said prayers at 1 0:30 and put out the light.
l slept like a log.
Oh, for God's sake! We all know who's behind this.
We know nothing of the sort.
(Bell chimes) That's it, Sergeant.
Just off.
- Did you get anything? - Not much.
Only this, really.
- What is it? - Exam paper.
The postexilic era.
lt was under the mattress on the bed.
We'll do it for prints, but l'm not hopeful.
- l'll let you know.
- OK.
Quick as you like.
Oh.
- What about the Communion wine? - Nothing doing.
- How do you mean? - They knocked a whole bottle off.
The clergy have to finish any wine that's been consecrated.
l never knew that.
Swigged it down, cleaned out the chalice.
- Put the bottle with the other empties.
- A bit sharpish.
Chaplain says that's normal.
Empties returned on Monday.
The Chief'll want to know why you didn't follow that up.
We tried.
The whole consignment had gone through the washer by then.
Cheers.
Look, tell him.
Tell him what's been going on around here.
Well, someone should tell me.
Jane? There was an attempt to get the lease on this place wound up.
We traced it to a consortium of Geoffrey Boyd's parishioners.
We were refused representation on an ecumenical committee for no good reason.
There's more.
Lots more.
We started keeping a record.
ls this true? Yes.
We were going to submit it to the Bishop.
- lt's missing? - Naturally.
Why now? Why this morning? Time's running out.
Haven't you heard? l'm up for Mandeville's job when he goes.
l'm on the short list for the chaplaincy of St Saviour's.
But then, so is their candidate.
Desmond KeIIy.
The interview's on Thursday.
Now tell him about the bike and the accident.
lt was my bike, Morse.
Victoria was riding my bike that day.
Her own was off the road, so I Ient her mine.
She was going from the college to the examination school on the High.
She hit the cobbles outside the gate and came off.
lt looked as if As if? - lt looked as if it was the brakes.
- We don't know for certain.
HlLARY: One of the students wheeIed the bike away whiIe we Iooked after her.
He swore that the cables had been severed and one had snapped when she tried to pull up.
- Well, surely you checked? - l would have done, only the bike disappeared.
EMMA: That's perfectIy true.
We all searched afterwards, but there was confusion.
EMMA: The ambuIance arriving.
PeopIe crowding round.
Yourbike? Are you saying? Someone meant me to have an accident, yes, Morse.
lf they'll do that, they'll do anything.
HlLARY: Even murder.
You don't understand.
Victoria would not cheat.
Well, what was she doing with a copy of the exam paper? She wasn't doing anything.
l helped her make her bed in the morning.
Don't the college servants usually do that? Not for Victoria.
ln the PAX group, we have rather strict rules about performing menial tasks for ourselves.
There was nothing in her bed except her nightdress.
Then we folded my bed away.
Hilary brought us coffee.
The turnout at the chapel yesterday, to me now it seems, well, less like an act of affection, and more Iike a gesture of defiance.
l know.
l wasn't happy about that, either, but we'd agreed to abide by the vote.
Yet you were helping to compile a record of the other party's dirty tricks.
You must have had suspicions about Victoria's accident.
Since her death, l've let go of suspicions.
l sincerely believe the truth will emerge.
EventuaIIy.
l hope l can live up to that belief.
- ls the application for St Saviour's chaplaincy (Timer pings) .
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another gesture of defiance? Not exactly.
We tested the ground first.
We realised we had more support than we thought.
Then, when Hilary appeared on the short list, we knew.
Er, will you excuse me, Chief lnspector? Morse.
Just Morse.
Morse, l have a class in half an hour.
You teach, too? Part time, in the ltalian Department.
A summer school for the next month.
Lots of Venetian teenagers who can't wait to skive off to McDonald's.
Children? - Two boys.
lt only sounds like 50! (Running footsteps) ls there a Mr Pickford? There was.
He died three years ago.
l'm sorry.
He'd have been proud of your achievements.
My achievements, for what they're worth, grew out of the pain of his death.
What did l say about staying in bed until you're better? Pin him down, Marcus, and quiet! - lf there's anything else, you let me know.
- l will.
Oh, Emma! l'm sorry.
l don't know what l Victoria's painkillers.
Did you see her take them - on Sunday night? - Yes.
Except, in the morning, she said she'd woken with the pain about three, and took two more.
Are you sure of that? Certain.
l'm sorry.
l'd forgotten.
And the pills were there when you left for the chapel? Yes.
Both bottles.
l saw them.
(Boys giggle) Look what l've brought, and you're running away.
(Dials number) lt's me! l'm back! l know what you did and l'm coming to get you! Cracked ribs.
A broken wrist.
Damage to left knee and shin.
Concussion with bruising on the skull.
So, after a week, she'd still have been in considerable pain.
Certainly.
She was discharged with a supply of tablets.
- How many? - 50.
She'd have come back for more.
- We don't give out Iarge amounts.
- A couple of bottles? One bottle, more likely.
lt depends on the pharmacist's stock.
l'll talk to the pharmacist.
Very good.
Let's look at the timescale on this case.
Suppose one of them, Geoffrey Boyd, say, went into Victoria's room after the service and planted the examination paper.
The room must have already been turned over.
Does that mean he knew it would be, or was he too heIIbent on his own business to care? ''Hellbent'' is about it, l reckon.
- On both sides.
- Really, Lewis? Well, the exam paper, the bike, the accident.
Those women turning up at the chapeI to put the eviI eye on him.
MORSE: Why hasn't Boyd been found? His mates washing away the Communion wine.
There's a lot of hate in this one.
l keep wondering where, you know, Christian feeling comes in.
Yes.
The wine.
(Phone rings) Morse.
Who's speaking? l'd like to speak to the Professor himself.
Then get him to call me as soon as he's back.
Thank you.
(Morse slams down phone) That was our expert witness, or rather his lab technician.
- His minion.
- What about the tests? InconcIusive so far.
The extra substance looks like an amino acid that occurs naturally in the body.
Victoria Hazlett seemed to have more than her share.
Oh, come on, Lewis.
Let's do something.
Anything to report? lrene had a prolonged bout of hysterics this morning.
l felt like joining in.
- And Dinah's done a bunk again.
- Dinah? When? Sometime last night.
No-one thought to check her room.
You should have called me.
l was supposed to see her this afternoon.
She's raided the fridge again.
- Oh, come on.
She's done it all before.
- Not for weeks.
Not since Victoria was dealing with her.
Where do you think she's gone? l don't know.
How would you, without the case notes, - which they've stolen? - We don't know that.
Not now, please.
Let's wait, at least until you've got your feet firmly under the high table.
Look, l'm sorry, but suddenly all that seems deeply unimportant.
Surely it's more important than ever? OK.
l'm sorry.
We have no choice.
l'm not happy about this, Lance.
Who said anything about happiness? l haven't been happy since l was an undergraduate.
Even then, l suspect it was an illusion.
Duty is what matters.
- Duty is a rather movable feast, though, isn't it? - Hm? l mean, it's a matter of interpretation.
Tsk! Duty is fixed.
Duty is to do with the greater good.
l thought we were resolved on the greater good in this situation.
Look, l want the chaplaincy.
On Thursday you may have it.
Now, only a fool would knowingly allow an obstacle to remain in his path.
- (Terrified whimper) - Geoffrey.
- Geoffrey.
- No-o! No.
MANDEVlLLE: Geoffrey! They saw us coming.
No, they wouldn't set us up, sir.
With fake praying? Not a couple of vicars.
Mm-hm.
Yes.
Thank you, sir.
Yes.
Yes, all right, then.
Goodbye.
Why the air of Stygian gloom? Think of it as providential.
l can't, Freddie.
l gotta pull out.
My reputation's at stake here.
Your reputation's at stake anyway.
- What? - If you do puII out, I mean.
You say the fat woman's on the loose again? Who listens to fat women? Especially when they have no evidence.
Mr Boyd always goes about this time of year.
End of term.
Whereabouts in Yorkshire? l don't know.
Hopping all over.
He sent me a postcard once from Beverley, with the Minster on it.
- Do you still have the note he left you? - No, l threw it away last night after l read it.
l'm paid to tidy up.
Where he will let me.
When do you expect him back? Two weeks, maybe.
Depends how the fancy takes him.
Maybe longer.
He phones me before he's coming and l open up the house for him.
- Let us know, Mrs Hulme, the minute he calls.
- Whatever you say.
l knew there was trouble the moment l seen you.
Trouble? He hasn't been too well lately.
Overworking.
- l thought maybe he's had an accident.
LEWlS: Oh, no, no, no, no.
Nothing like that.
No joy, sir? Not on the cause of death.
A perfect thumbprint, though, on the examination paper.
The trouble is, we've got nothing to tally with it.
But l'd like to bet, if we looked in there No chance of getting a warrant at the moment.
lt could be all above board, this, couldn't it? Boyd might have just popped up to Yorkshire.
Although you'd think Mandeville would have told us that's what he does.
He knows we're looking for him.
Mandeville volunteers nothing.
That stuff in the vestry, the kettle and everything.
They could have made themselves a cuppa before they went into prayers.
One plate.
One knife.
One cup.
No, no, no.
They're all afraid of something.
Get in, Lewis.
We've got to start showing results.
- PuII over, wiII you, sir? - What? Oh, no, Lewis! Well, it's three o'clock.
l missed my lunch today.
MORSE: We're heading for lunch.
LEWlS: I don't fancy Iiquid.
I need my packing.
Please.
No speculation about the winner.
All will be revealed in a couple of days.
- Mr Galt? - That's the end of the press call.
l'm Emma Pickford.
l work for the PAX hostel for women.
Er, we have amutual acquaintance.
May l talk to you - in confidence? - l wish you could see my itinerary.
- Please.
- Not a moment's space till Thursday.
MR GALT: Let's discuss it on Friday.
Make an appointment.
See my secretary.
What's yours, sir? Cod and chips.
Double chips.
- Thanks.
- Double chips.
£2, sir.
That's a funny place - to keep your famiIy snaps.
- She's not famiIy.
Looks Iike she Iikes her chips! There is somebody looking for her.
Left this reminder half an hour ago.
- You don't know her, do you? - Let's have a dekko.
She has been here sometimes, but not recentIy.
Who's looking for her? Oh, l'm police.
Really? lt's one of them women from that hostel.
Good-looking, wears a parson's collar, but not the funny one with the cigar.
Yeah.
No, l don't know her.
l'll keep an eye out, though.
- Thank you.
- Cheers.
Just a minute! Excuse me! l'll be needing you, after all.
l beg your pardon? lt's you, isn't it? That voice on the phone.
l'm sorry about that.
l would have apologised.
Look, this is different.
- Help me! - lndeed l will not.
l've been to the authorities about you.
- There was no need.
- We'll see.
Now, you leave me alone.
l want no more of this, you and your threats.
- Como, see her off! - (Barks) (Wails) Don't go.
Don't go! Don't go! lt's got to be important, searching for her that hard, dishing out her picture.
They're responsible for her.
They're conscientious.
- No, l know, but - But what? Well, they could have informed us.
l mean, she disappeared last night, straight after the news of Victoria's death.
She spent the previous night in the hostel.
She wasn't at Communion in the morning.
She had no contact with Victoria.
- Haven't you finished? - Yeah.
lt could be my last fish and chips.
Val says she won't have them in the house once she starts this slimming lark.
Chief lnspector Morse.
- Oh, yes, l spoke to you this morning.
- Ah.
Professor Briardale's just asked me to call you back.
About time.
Tell him l'm here, would you? Someone's been pouring money in.
Where's it come from? There's never any shortage of funds for this kind of research.
No wonder the humanities are being elbowed out.
Chief lnspector Morse? Please, come around.
Hi.
Good to meet you.
- You've certainly given us the run-around today.
- Oh, yeah? What do you do here normally? We design formuIas for medication.
AII this, erm it's nothing to do with that break-in, is it? What break-in? A week ago.
lt was nothing.
Nothing went missing.
A broken window, that's all.
Some druggie, maybe, trying his luck.
You should have reported it.
l didn't want to waste your time.
l don't now, either.
l'm only sorry l can't help you.
I reaIIy am, but I've never seen anything Iike this before.
A substance that precipitated cardiac arrest, you say? Well, in conjunction with the substances already present, yes.
The painkillers and the small amount of alcohol in the wine.
They acted on one another.
The system went into overdrive, in effect, and then bIew a fuse.
The painkillers were a standard type? Oh, sure.
Perfectly harmless in regular doses.
And she took an extra dose in the middle of the night.
ReaIIy? There wasn't a great deal of it around, but it can be flushed out very quickly.
lf this were a poisoning No, l can't buy that.
The poisoner would need a postgraduate degree in endocrinology to bring it off.
No, the stuff, whatever it is, got in there by accident.
Or she may have produced an excess of that particular amino acid naturally, within her own body.
When will you know for certain? We can only keep testing.
Sorry.
You're new to Oxford, l believe, sir? The brain drain in reverse.
l was honoured to be invited.
ln spite of forgive me, the difference in salary between American and British professorships? What's money where there's honour? l get by.
l have consultancy work.
Who knows? Maybe you'II use me as an expert witness again.
Who knows, sir? Well, it's been a great pleasure meeting you.
l'm erHank, by the way.
Goodbye, sir.
l'll be in touch.
? MOZART: Laudate Dominum ? Manet Missing.
A cache of papers, ornaments, photographs, pills, a bicycle.
And precise cause of death.
Geoffrey Boyd and Dinah Newberry.
? Gloria Patri et Filio ? Et Spiritui Sancto Hello, Emma? lt's Morse.
Has Dinah Newberry been found? No.
She wouldn't be capable of .
.
well, hiring someone to do a burglary? Dinah? You met her.
She's a poor soul, Morse.
What was likely to have been in Victoria's file about her? Counselling work is absolutely confidential.
Good night, Morse.
Good night, Emma.
? A-a-a-amen ? A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a ? A-a-a-a-a-amen (Dials phone number) Morse.
Still a total blank? He can't be found in Yorkshire? (Murmur of voices) l don't like it, Morse.
Nor do l, sir.
Don't start any of that fencing with me! Where did the press report come from? The same source as your anonymous tip-off? l can't do with this.
Locking up Mandeville.
lt assumes a connection with a crime, a connection you haven't made yet.
He's withholding information, sir.
l've been looking at him on and off, checking.
He spends most of the time down on his knees.
That's where you'll be, l'm telling you, if you don't make this stick.
The thumbprint on the examination paper, sir - we've had confirmation it was Boyd's.
At least, it matches the prints we found at the vicarage.
Well, Boyd was obviously barmy.
- But MandeviIIe isn't.
- No.
He's clever.
There were seven or eight of them on the job last night.
- Why didn't you bring them all in? - We have their names.
Desmond Kelly and some theology students.
They'll make themselves available if they're needed.
The Reverend Dr Mandeville insisted they were aII acting on his instructions.
He volunteered that, did he? That's all he's volunteered so far.
l'm seeing him again this morning.
Well, don't keep him a minute after 1 2 o'clock.
Unless you're charging him.
All right.
(Sighs) The room you saw last night, it was only evidence of the stress Geoffrey had been under recently.
Where is he? l am not at liberty to tell you.
But you do know? You won't be at liberty at all unless you give me an explanation.
Have you never heard of a priest's duty to respect a confidence? But that's not what we're talking about here, is it? What about this stress that Boyd was supposed to be under? Well, he had heavy parish duties, as well as his college work.
He was conscientious with his students.
There's no doubt he allowed this ''woman'' question to get somewhat out of hand.
OnIy "somewhat"? Do you know what l think? There was nothing in that room last night that wasn't implied in the first conversation l had with you.
Hejust gave it some substance.
Visit him there, did you, sometimes? Of course not.
He onIy saw visitors in his study.
l was more than shocked by what l found there.
The man was ill.
Now, there we agree.
But no-one becomes as ill as that suddenly.
There must have been signs.
Why didn't you act sooner? l acted when l saw fit.
l'd say you acted to protect the interests of your candidate for the chaplaincy.
As l explained in my statement, l wanted to avoid any possible misunderstanding of Geoffrey's character or motivation.
He was essentially devout and humble.
Was he involved in Victoria Hazlett's accident the week before her death? l know nothing of that.
And nothing of the fact that someone clearly spent a night in the chapel vault recently? The vault? Are you familiar with the terms of church architecture? Below the altar.
As opposed to the vestrybeside the altar.
We've been very thorough.
And you know nothing, of course, about the bogus scout from Beaufort who removed Dr HazIett's papers from her room? This is absurd! ls it? l intend to find Geoffrey Boyd.
Get rid of him.
Remain available in Oxford, like the others.
l rarely leave Oxford.
l stake my oath that Geoffrey is neither a murderer nor a thief.
And may God forgive you, Chief lnspector.
l doubt if your God would have much truck with the likes of me.
At least, l hope he wouldn't.
Da-da! - lt looks like you sat on a ferret! - Oh, no.
Now, listen to this.
Listen.
There was a big surprise in store for one of the detectives investigating the St Saviour's College death and burglary when, acting on a hunch, he disturbed a hornet's nest of clerics.
(Hysterical laughter) lRENE: I can't beIieve it! - lt can only do us harm.
How? You know Oxford.
The refined distaste for tabloid publicity.
The opposition will close ranks and gather support.
l doubt it.
They're finished.
l don't want us to win on those terms.
What does it matter? lt's what we've worked for.
Anyway, ''win'' is a bit premature.
There are three other candidates.
The only two that matter are you and Desmond Kelly.
(Boisterous Iaughter) No word from Dinah, l suppose? That's not her style, making contact first.
She'll just materialise one day in her all too too solid flesh.
The sooner the better.
You're not worried, are you? lt's not as if she can do us any harm, is it? ls it? l'd like a word with you.
l'm sorry.
l'm late for work.
lt won't take a moment.
Just listen.
Shove off! l don't know you.
Just talk to me for a minute.
- Please, just help me - Nick! Give me a hand, would you? You just stormed past your fan club there, sir.
Mrs Gardam.
She'll be after us.
Keep your mind on the job, Lewis.
Mandeville's stalling, so we'll embarrass him further.
- Find that bike.
- What? Hilary Dobson's, you mean? lt's no go, sir.
We agreed.
Get hold of Hilary Dobson.
Take her with you.
There's thousands of bikes.
Right.
So think.
lf someone wanted to hide a bike, wouldn't he pick a place where it could be camouflaged by dozens, maybe hundreds, of others? There's usually plenty around the colleges.
They're usually gone by the evening.
One left would stand out.
The PAX women checked on that themselves.
No.
Where's the heaviest concentration? The station, Lewis.
Start with the station.
All those bikes left there while their owners take trips to London and back.
The station's only half a mile from St Saviour's.
OK.
lf you say so.
Oh, sir.
What is it? lt's a bit personal, like.
l need to be off duty on the dot tonight.
My mother-in-law's not available and Val's dead set on going to this slimming promotion.
lt's l don't need to hear the details.
l don't often ask, sir.
Square up to the case, Lewis, and maybe we can both be off ''on the dot''.
Fair enough.
Chief lnspector Morse! Chief Inspector Morse! PORTER: Morning, Dr Pickford.
- Morning.
(Fountain gurgles) (Bell chimes) Good morning, Morse.
Good morning.
l'm not sure whether l should be pleased or alarmed when l see you.
l'm only pleased when l see you.
l er l wanted to call you, prepare you for the news, but er .
.
l got caught up in red tape.
l wish it could all be a bit more, you know, low-key.
Sensationalism always obscures the real issues.
- l'd like to talk to you about the real issues.
- Now? Not if you prefer to talk over dinner.
l know l would.
Erm Yes.
lt sounds like a nice idea.
l'm sorry.
l don't often get asked out for dinner.
l can't think why.
There speaks a man who's never seen me in my cassock and dog collar.
l won't wear them.
Wear what you like.
When? Tonight? What about baby-sitting and so on? There's always Francesca.
She au pairs for me.
l teach her English.
And er Jeremy's more or less over his tonsillitis.
So, yes, tonight.
l'll pick you up.
- Seven-thirty? - Seven-thirty.
Steady on, Hank.
lt's almost over.
She cornered my lab technician, large as life.
- Much larger, surely? - l know it was that woman.
She's helpless.
Forget it.
We have a deal to clinch.
Do your well-informed stuff.
Be authentic.
This is blackmail, Freddie! l wish you'd realise we've done nothing wrong.
Unlike the naughty vicars.
- Did you see the papers? - Don't remind me.
Why this now? l thought you had Mandeville locked up.
lt's routine police work, Miss Hilary.
l have work to do.
Looking for Dinah Newberry? No, not especially.
l have evensong and then l have to memorise some notes for my interview.
What are the odds on you landing this job? Evens.
Five years ago, they'd have been nil.
- That's progress.
- Yes.
Even St Saviour's can't avoid it completely.
Oh, l don't know.
There's a panel - eleven academics and clergy.
Four of them are implacably against us.
They're waiting for lightning to strike the chapel roof.
Three of the others have stated they'd welcome a woman.
That leavesfour in the balance.
What'll you do if you lose? Go on.
Target another college.
So you're putting together a power base, then? Dead right, Lewis.
lt doesn't seem very godly, somehow.
Well, we have to make our voices heard from the positions that are open to us.
Emma grasped that early on.
She's a brilliant tactician.
- Do you mind if l smoke? - Er, no, no.
No.
Look, this is daft, this searching.
l'll have a word with the staff.
No, no, no.
You stay.
Enjoy yoursmoke.
Chief lnspector! Chief lnspector, l'm still here.
Please, Chief lnspector.
l won't keep you long.
l've left my Como with Mrs Harrison.
l'm about to go off duty.
Beautiful flowers.
Roses.
My late husband used to say l should be surrounded by them.
Sergeant Lewis told you there's been a development? l'll give you 30 seconds, Mrs Gardam.
l know you're very busy, so l brought this for you to look at.
Then we can have a proper talk tomorrow.
l've put a little note inside explaining things, but l don't want anyone but you to see.
- There are IegaI impIications.
- l'll remember that.
Are you sure you won't take just a tiny peep now? Sir! Sir, l've got it! Come and have a look.
l'll say bye-bye, then.
Brake cable cut.
lt's not been touched, sir.
l had my gloves on.
- Well done, Lewis.
- Brilliant.
l'd say it's worth a promotion.
There was a porter there.
Said he'd noticed it'd been parked up for a week in a corner.
Never been moved.
Get it over to Forensic.
l doubt if they'll find any prints.
lt's been out in the open for a week.
Might be something under the saddle or the handlebars.
He'd have had to grip it to wheel it.
- You're quite sure this is your bike, Hilary? - There's no question.
Look this is my St Christopher.
Victoria gave it to me before l made the short list.
l'dlike it back as soon as you've finished with it.
- Before my interview, if possible.
- We'll do our best.
You forgot your flowers! l've left my particulars on your desk.
We'll have a good talk tomorrow.
Nice flowers, sir.
Yes.
Nothing else for tonight, then? - No.
You're off, Lewis.
- Thanks, sir.
l appreciate that.
- l may not be so accommodating in future.
- Point taken.
l'll see you tomorrow, then.
Have a nice time yourself.
Emma's got a date tonight, too.
Cheers, then.
Still no sign of the elusive Geoffrey? No sign.
l'll keep my ear to the ground.
Well, evensong.
Morse! - You found the bike, then? - Lewis found it, sir.
Still, it's not much of an advance, is it? Are you still out to get the clergy? Someone who is capable of causing an accident is capable of arranging a burglary and performing a murder.
lf it is murder.
We don't know that, do we? There is another thing, sir.
l'd like permission to change the expert witness.
What? Sack Briardale? Get another opinion.
You're mad! He's the best there is.
So everyone says.
l'd like to try the second best.
We'll talk about it tomorrow.
What's this joke going round the office about a bunch of flowers? Good night, sir.
? MENDELSSOHN: Venetian Gondola Song, Opus 1 9, No.
6 in G Minor You know, it fits, you an interpreter at the United Nations.
That's where all this style comes from.
Style? What style, Morse? Well, you're a stylish woman.
With a rare vocation.
Well, if l'm honest, that's partly deliberate.
Defeating the stereotype.
I Iike cIothes.
I wear earrings.
l paint my nails like any normal woman.
l hope other ''normal'' women get the message.
And after New York? Marriage to a young professor.
Children.
How did it end? Cancer.
lt took him two years to die, in great pain.
Was that when erm l mean did you go through some sort of conversion? No.
lt was more erm .
.
a gradual recognition of .
.
that something was waiting for me.
I mean, I gave up going to church in my teens.
RebeIIed, I suppose, against what I saw was snobbery and hypocrisy.
Then it changed, when l wasn't looking.
Later, when l needed it, there was suddenIy this amazing source of strength.
Doubters like me would say the strength was already there, within you.
It's in aII of us.
The trick is allowing it to present itself.
What about you? Sometimes, when l am listening to music Two practical things.
First, why won't you let us help you find Dinah Newberry? - Who told you she was missing? - My sergeant picked it up.
She'd be terrified of the police.
Give me untilFriday.
lf she's not back by then, you can pull out all the stops.
lf you're sure? Quite sure.
Your second ''practical thing''? You mentioned that there were two bottles of painkillers on Victoria's bedside table in the morning.
- That's right.
Yeah.
- So they must have been there the night before.
l suppose so.
l'm sorry.
l can't get a clear picture.
But you saw her take the standard dose before she went to sleep? Yes.
l poured her a glass of water.
Thank you.
That's the end of the interrogation.
But if you do remember any more details, just call me.
Call me anyway.
GALT: There you have the value of saturation advertising, linked to a specific promotion.
Every member of this audience is leaving with a new girl, a new image of herself- or himself, of course.
Not all of them Pound-Shedders of the Year, but Your mam's going to be pleased, isn't she? Us turning up to give her a Iift back.
Yes, she is.
Save her standing around waiting for a bus or a taxi.
Oh, here they come now.
GALT: lt'll reach a peak two or three weeks after we announce the results.
l can't see your mam, though.
DlNAH: Aaa-argh! MAN: l've got her.
LEWlS: What's going on? Dinah? LEWlS: Leave her alone! Dinah! lt's Dinah Newberry, isn't it? Val, come here.
Dinah! - Morning.
- Morning, sir.
- Morning, sir.
- Good morning! Morning, Lewis.
lt's out of my hands, Freddie.
They brought in a second expert witness.
l hope you took that as a monstrous affront to your integrity.
Just remember there's a perfectly reasonable explanation.
- How's your security? - More than adequate.
lt'd better be, after last night.
MORSE: Dinah Newberry? Yes, sir.
l tried phoning you at home till after 1 2, must have been.
l was out.
Dinah Newberry.
- Are you quite sure? - Yeah.
We could put out a call for her now.
She was creating a disturbance.
We'll leave it for the moment.
l'll ring Emma at some point and tell her.
You're putting a lot of trust in her judgment, aren't you, sir? My own judgment, Lewis.
We'll be getting another angle on the cause of death soon, then we'll review the facts.
ln the meantime, you'd better look into this stuff from Mrs Gardam.
Give it to the appropriate officer.
(Phone rings) Morse.
No.
Not yet.
Thank you.
That's interesting.
We'II Iook into that.
Goodbye, and er good luck.
You're welcome.
That was your favourite cigar-smoking cIeric, Lewis.
She suggests we take a ride into the country.
EMMA: HiIary, we're ready.
l've just been having a word with Morse.
- Morse? - He's one of the good guys, Morse.
My St Christopher arrived this morning with a policeman.
l thought he rated a thank you.
Yes, he is one of the good guys.
No.
Look, sir.
You can't ignore this! Mrs Gardam was getting telephone calls.
Started three weeks ago, then stopped.
A woman telling Mrs Gardam she was about to be found out.
- Threatened her in person yesterday.
- ''Found out''? Mrs Gardam is a fusspot.
You've got slimming on the brain, Lewis! ''Page 1 1 ,'' she says.
(Reads) You'll behold me as l was in my palmy days.
What year is that thing? 1 979? We all had our palmy days then, Lewis.
Blimey! What a difference! She must have piled on five stone since.
Pound-Shedder of the Year? Lewis, we're supposed to be reviewing the facts of the Victoria Hazlett case.
There's a fact here, sir.
(Journalists all talk at once) - l didn't reckon on this.
- lgnore it.
And remember, whatever happens, we've all acted for the best.
All of us.
PORTER: OK, stand back.
Stand back.
- You can do it, HiIary! - We're aII with you.
We'II be thinking of you aII the way, HiIary.
- Our prayers are with you, HiIary.
- Good Iuck, HiIary.
We're aII backing you, HiIary.
- Good Iuck.
(Applause) Good morning, Emma.
Good morning, gentlemen.
Would you like to follow me, please? Well, this is it.
- You can do it! - Good Iuck, HiIary! Dinah Newberry again.
l've got to be honest, sir.
l never liked the way we left that thread dangling.
Point taken, Lewis.
She's got a grudge against the Think Thin people because she's got fat, like Mrs Gardam.
- They were both champion slimmers.
- An eating disorder.
She started getting disruptive, phoning peopIe up and that.
Until Victoria Hazlett took her on.
And after Victoria died, she started again.
Her file was in Victoria's room.
So was Emma.
All night.
Yeah.
Well l think we should go over Dinah Newberry's known movements again.
We'll get a car out to take you back.
- See Mrs Gardam first.
- Me, sir? Yes, you, Lewis.
And check with the Think Thin organisation.
Find out if they've had any troubIe IateIy.
There's a legal matter involved.
LEWlS: WeII, then, Iet's have it.
They make you sign a paper, you see, when you become Pound-Shedder of the Year, to say that you'll never involve the Think Thin organisation - in any pubIicity not sanctioned by them.
- What does that mean? Well, basically, it means that if you well, fill out a bit, like me Only it's glandular with me.
l eat next to nothing.
Yeah.
Go on.
You mustn't be photographed or give interviews or anything.
lt's bad for the organisation's image, l suppose.
They take you over, body and souI, for a year, and then they drop you.
l see what you mean.
When did Dinah Newberry first get back in touch? ls that who it was? What? You didn't know? l didn't recognise her.
l never really had anything to do with her, apart from handing the sash over at the end of my year.
WeII whoever it was said that l'd been photographed in my present condition.
She'd made a Oh, what did she say? A dossier.
- A dossier? - It was aII going to come out in the newspapers.
l didn't want the Think Thin organisation to imagine that l'd done it willingly.
Well, they could sue.
(Distant bell chimes) lt's the Reverend Geoffrey Boyd, isn't it? Chief lnspector Morse.
Thames Valley Police.
Do you understand, sir? We know about the examination paper and the bicycle and a few other dirty tricks.
Have you anything to say? Sir? About Victoria HazIett's death? Who brought you here? What do you think you're doing? Thames Valley Police.
Am I supposed to be impressed? Come out of there at once and leave my patient alone.
l'm sorry.
l'm making enquiries.
Then you will make them to thin air outside the gates.
l could compel you to cooperate.
Oh, you ridiculous man! Of course you couldn't.
l answer to a much higher authority than the Thames VaIIey PoIice.
Please go.
lronic, isn't it, sir, that you should end up surrounded by women? Devour thy living with harlots.
With harlots.
? BACH: Well Tempered Clavichord, Book ll, Prelude No.
1 4 l've just left the Reverend Geoffrey Boyd, sir.
Well, where did you leave him? ln one of your comfortless cells? No, sir.
l left him where l found him.
He wasn't comfortable, though.
At least, not in his mind.
l'd say he'll be in torment for the rest of his life.
You might have saved him that if you'd acted sooner.
The fact that l didn't may weII be my IifeIong torment.
HlLARY: We did it! (Cheering and applause) WOMAN: CongratuIations, HiIary! - Well done! - We knew you'd do it.
- l really was hoping you would.
- l always thought you would.
- Lewis.
- l think we should get moving, sir.
There's definitely something going on with Think Thin.
l've been onto some session leaders.
l'd say they've been told to keep quiet.
One thing l did find out, though - the whole outfit's about to be taken over.
There's a press conference this afternoon down at the health farm.
And there's another thing too.
They've got a new consultant as part of the package.
Hank Briardale.
Briardale? We did it, Morse! - Congratulations.
- Thanks.
Did you find him? Yes.
How did you know he was there? One of my contacts from the sick-visiting network.
l'm just glad it all worked out right in the end.
l only wish Victoria could have been here.
lt's not the end, sir.
Yes, Lewis.
Get onto HQ.
Say l want a check on Briardale's American background.
Ask if that lab report is through yet.
- l just want to have a word with - l wouldn't, sir.
She lied to you.
LEWlS: lt was the little lad.
The one that's had tonsillitis.
- Jeremy.
- Yeah? Smashing kids, both of them.
But he happened to say his mam had let him get out of bed Sunday night to watch the cricket highlights on the telly.
He couldn't sleep for being poorly.
Anyway, l saw the cricket highlights Sunday.
They didn't even start till 1 1 :45.
Then he says she tucked him up and lay on the bed with him.
- So - So she couldn't have been with Victoria, as she claimed, from Sunday night to Monday morning.
Right.
Sorry, sir.
lt must have been a wrench for her to leave the kid when he was ill.
She waited until Victoria was asleep, after the painkillers, then left.
She came back in the morning to wake her up.
Yeah.
Only Victoria had taken a second dose in the meantime.
Of some other pills, by mistake.
Pills that were brought by a late visitor.
Dinah Newberry with her file? But how would she have got in? The college would have been locked.
Someone spent the night in the chapel vaults.
POLlCE RADlO: Chief Inspector Morse? Bravo AIpha.
Morse.
- A message for you, sir.
- Go ahead.
The report's in from the second expert witness, sir.
(Applause) GALT: And so, Iadies and gentIemen, we are handing over the entire Think Thin organisation .
.
in as fit condition as we hope to achieve with every single one of our clients .
.
to the HeaIth Incorporated Foundation of America.
GALT: The structure incIudes a chain of sIimming cIubs, a thriving magazine and this, the aspect of which l am most proud .
.
the Think Thin Health Club.
(Galt drowns conversation) .
.
at a time when a whoIe new revoIutionary approach to the concept of sIimming is opening before us.
lt was a metabolic stimulant.
The unidentified substance, Lewis.
What is it slimmers really want? To get thin without dieting.
Exactly, and how is that achieved? They can't get away with amphetamines any more.
lf they could find a way to raise the whole metabolic rate (Brass band plays) (Band stops) Please, everyone! After a long and creative association, l come to my last, pleasant duty, which is to name the Pound-Shedder of the Year for 1 990.
The winner's name is Dodie Cunningham from Norwich.
(Fanfare) (Applause) Dodie achieved a weight loss of seven stone ten pounds.
She has aIso recovered her girIish vitaI statistics of 34-23-35.
Terrific, Dodie! And here, to hand over her title, is last year's champion.
- Margaret Blythe - Hey, you! Listen! This is how you'll end up.
DlNAH: Like me! See this? See this? Fat! Fat! Don't touch those pills! - They're poison! Poison! EMMA: Dinah! Listen to me.
Dinah, this isn't the way.
Come on, Dinah.
Let go of the knife.
Give me the knife, Dinah.
EMMA: Come on.
lt's all right, Dinah.
lt's OK.
We'll go on working together from where Victoria left off.
l know.
l know.
l know what you've been through.
How did you know? She didn't tell you, did she? lt was a secret.
lt was confidential.
Only Victoria was supposed to know.
Anyway, you left her in the night.
Shh, shh, shh.
l lied to you, Morse.
l know.
Shh.
There's a good girl.
l'm obliged to take you in for questioning, Miss Newberry.
lt's all right.
l'll go with her.
Come on.
lt's OK now.
Everything's fine.
lt's all right.
Good girl.
Come on.
GALT: I can't think why you made such a fuss about appropriating those piIIs, Chief Inspector.
We'd have given you as many as you can carry.
They contain a harmless metabolic stimulant, developed by me in the United States and produced in my Iabs here.
GALT: The formuIa is made up by a reputabIe pharmaceuticaI firm.
The stimulant is present only in minute amounts.
You should have read the small print, lnspector.
What's envisaged is a trial made up of Think Thin volunteers very carefuIIy screened for their suitabiIity, and won't be avaiIabIe to the pubIic for some time.
l think we'll find when we check with your pharmaceutical firm that the prototypes weren't harmless.
As you discovered when you examined Victoria HazIett's body.
The tests were incomplete.
l defy anyone, even your expert witness, to prove what you're implying.
This is rather going to tarnish your honour in Oxford, isn't it? Why didn't you report the break-in at your laboratory? You must have known these new piIIs had been stoIen.
If that girI is a thief as well as a potential killer, why are you wasting time questioning us? GALT: It's outrageous! Tell me, sir, what did you do when you discovered Miss Newberry might upset your plans? Use a private investigator, who then usefuIIy posed as a coIIege scout and retrieved the evidence? l shall be writing to the Chief Constable.
(Laughter) l've arranged for Dinah Miss Newberry to be released into your care, pending her appearance in court.
Thanks.
Come in, Dinah.
Everyone's waiting for you.
No, l'll just stick it out in my room.
lRENE: You've got a new room, next to mine.
And we've got a jogging squad together.
You're on it, sunshine.
We'll get that flab off you! Come in, Morse.
No, l can't stay.
Please? l'll erneed a revised statement from you.
l'm prepared for that.
lt seems that Dinah had compiled some sort of dossier on what she thought were false claims in the slimming business.
She took it to Victoria on Sunday night, along with the pills.
They had some sort of conversation, although Victoria must have been pretty drowsy from the painkillers.
And took an extra dose from the wrong bottle.
The slimming pills were not fatal on their own.
That's the point.
MORSE: So, we can onIy get GaIt and Briardale on minor charges.
And the takeover? I'm sure that HeaIth Incorporated wiII erm What's the expression? ''Maximise their profits.
'' My guess is that GaIt and BriardaIe wiII die rich.
What about Dinah and the other victims? They won't die rich.
- Victoria didn't die rich.
- No, no, she didn't.
You should have told me, Emma.
l know.
l'm sorry.
l was going to, after Hilary had done the interview.
But if the rule about chaperones was a formality Even so You know.
You saw.
You saw what we were up against.
l wrote in my report that your absence was understandable because of your son's illness.
You're known around here as one of the good guys, Morse.
What will you do now? l would like to go on working with Dinah.
But l broke the rules, so l'll offer my resignation to the PAX group.
They'd be fools to accept it.
Remember me? I'm Irene.
What's yours, sweetheart? We've got beer and orange juice.
- No, no.
Really, l can't.
- Please stay, Morse.
Well, in that case l'll have the orange juice.