"The finding of this Board is that the tragic events of last December, which led to the shooting of DI Thursday and the arrest of DS Morse were due solely to a mental breakdown suffered by ACC Clive Deare." "We are also of a view that further investigation into other, extraneous, matters would not be in the national interest." "To which end, all investigative materials relating to Blenheim Vale Boy's Home are to be sealed for 50 years." "'Donald Campbell's heroic attempt at the speed record on Coniston Water ended in tragedy.'" "Upstairs." "All change." "(SCREAMS)" "I require assistance of beautiful lady?" "Me?" "A very brave gentleman?" "Get off me." "Jeanie, come on." "Can we not talk?" "No, we can't." "Jeannie!" "(GASPS)" "(PANTS)" "(SCREAMS)" "(THURSDAY COUGHS)" "What was all that?" "Oh, frog in my throat." "That's all." "Bullet in your chest more like." "Come on." "Don't fuss." "Fuss?" "!" "You weren't due back until Tuesday." "It's work I'm off to." "Not the Front." "You said that last time." "Here." "What's that?" "That's for the fair?" "Win us all a goldfish." "Now let me say cheerio to your mother." "Here." "If you're going." "Where is it we're going?" "About 12 miles out." "The woods by Lake Silence." "Have you seen him?" "Not since he got out." "No-one has." "(CAR HORN BEEPS)" "I wasn't sure who it was." "Hello, Morse." "What happened there?" "Oh, damn!" "Bloody pheasant." "Thought I'd missed it." "How are you getting on?" "Oh, you know?" "I thought you might fancy a drive." "Take you out of yourself." "Really." "Where?" "Surprise." "Best bib and tucker." "MAX:" "How are you?" "Right now it's not the state of my health concerns me." "Dead about eight hours." "Say between one and three this morning." "But you didn't call me out here cos she was hit by a car." "No." "I called you out because she was hit by the same car...several times." "Initial impact, about 50 yards that way." "There's a shoe." "She's been thrown, then hit again and dragged under the vehicle." "Finally, the car's reversed over her." "Stand to." "Morning, sir." "Thursday." "Doctor." "Well..." "..here we all are again." "Where are we going?" "To see some pals on the other side of the lake." "You remember Bruce?" "My second-cousin." "Loose-head in the Varsity match?" "East Indies Steamship Company, wasn't it?" "The family firm." "That's right." "Well remembered." "So, do I 'My Lord' it or what?" "Stick to Bruce." "It's all terribly egalitarian with the bluebloods these days." "Even I'm Tony. (LAUGHS)" "What's the trouble, officer?" "Accident, sir." "Fatal." "Pretty little thing too." "Red head." "Where is it you're trying to go?" "North side of the Lake." "It's only about two miles up the road." "Take a left." "I don't suppose you could just let me through?" "Take a left." "I know a detour." "Thank you, officer." "Thank you." "Just as a matter of interest, what are you going to do with yourself?" "Oh, here he is." "What in God's name d'you call that?" "Bluebell, actually." "A hundred quid says I make it to the house first." "That's a hundred quid you owe me, Tony." "Bruce, you remember Morse?" "I don't." "Pagan!" "?" "Good God!" "Where the hell did Tony find you?" "He's at my parents' old dachas for the summer." "Is he?" "Is he?" "Well, come on in." "See anything of the old gang?" "Er...not much." "No." "You never were the clubbable type." "Always thought too much." "That was your problem." "Was it?" "So, what have you been up to?" "Oh, this and that." "But not much of 'the other', eh?" "Same old Pagan." "Still falling for the wrong girl too, I'll bet?" "Line your excuses up for lunch." "I must talk business with Tony." "Drinks are in the drawing room." "Just follow the music." "# VELVET UNDERGROUND:" "Sunday Morning" "# Praise the dawning" "# It's just a restless feeling" "# By my side" "# Early dawning" "# Sunday morning" "# It's just the wasted years" "♪ So close behind ♪" "Are you married?" "Er...no." "Good!" "I was hoping to fix Elva up with Julius Hanbury... but look... bagged by a bloody actress!" "As if I care." "Baronets are ten-a-penny in Annabel's these days." "Perhaps I shall throw you two together, instead." "Well, you might at least introduce us first." "Elva Piper, this is..." "Morse." "And I'm Kay." "Champagne?" "Why not." "Thank you." "What do you do, Mr Morse?" "Nothing." "At present." "Are you one of the idle rich?" "Idle, certainly." "What about yourself, Miss Piper." "I play a little tennis." "Don't tease." "Elva just happened to win a little trophy at the little French Open." "I thought I knew all Bruce's friends?" "It's Anthony I know better." "Anthony Don." "He brought me over." "From London?" "No." "From just across the water." "Who do you know there?" "Er...no-one, really." "You must know Bixby." "Everyone knows Bixby." "He just bought that vulgar pile." "Right on the lake." "Bixby?" "What Bixby?" "MRS HEARNE:" "It's my Jeannie, she left the kiddie with me last night when she went out." "Only she never got back." "All right, Mrs. Hearne." "Let's just take it slowly." "Went out where?" "To the fair." "With some fella from the depot." "A mechanic." "Albert." "Which depot?" "Town and District." "She's a clippie." "On the buses." "(BABY CRIES) Sorry, he's teething." "Ooh!" "Good boy. (SIGHS)" "Albert Potter?" "DS Jakes, City Police." "DI Thursday." "You got a minute?" "Did you see her home?" "No...she went on the Ghost Train and I kind of lost her." "Kind of how?" "Well, she wanted a toffee-apple." "Only there was a queue and when I got back, she was gone." "What time was this?" "Gone ten." "I had a bit of a look for her, but, I give up and went home." "KAY:" "We should do something." "BRUCE:" "I am doing something." "Beside getting drunk." "Why don't I get the I Ching?" "Have you done it?" "Er...no." "It's fantastic." "It's a, kind of, Chinese fortune telling book." "Darling, I know I married a model, but you really don't have to fulfil everyone's expectations of vacuity." "(BOAT ENGINE ROARS) For God's sake!" "Is he going to do that all day long?" "There's talk he's going to attempt to break the speed record." "He's a daredevil." "He's my neighbour." "He has these parties." "Bixby's a bloody chancer." "Him and the rest of his Belvedere set, so-called!" "Don't go on." "It's so boring." "What the bloody hell's this about now?" "I didn't tell you, did I?" "We came across an accident on the way over." "Young girl got herself more or less cut in half." "Some rather toothsome redhead, according to the constable." "I can't think what they want to come bothering us about it for." "They're probably speaking to everyone local." "See if anyone knew her..." "I'd expect." "Why don't the three of us go into town and tie one on." "There's a fair, isn't there?" "On the Green." "We could all go." "I hate fairs." "Well, I must be on my way." "Thank you for..." "Tomorrow, then." "We'll come and dig you out!" "Have some bloody fun!" "STRANGE:" "All right, Sir?" "Will you follow me, please?" "ENDEAVOUR:" "All done?" "All done." "Like nothing ever happened. (SIGHS)" "♪♪" "BRIGHT:" "What was Jeanie Han's body doing at Lake Silence... ..if she was taken from the fair?" "Somewhere quiet." "Nobody about at that time of night." "Very well." "Carry on." "Sir." "Oh, I had an inquiry from Gerald Ashborne's parents." "A student found dead in his rooms at Carlyle College this morning." "The family are keen to have the body... unless there's anything untoward." "His mother knows my wife." "Flower arranging." "Of course, sir." "I'll chase it up." "(PHONE RINGS)" "JAKES:" "It's just you and Miss..?" "Brawton, Roselle." "And Mr Swopes." "My brother-in-law." "He's a mute." "His lungs." "He was home on leave when Coventry got bombed." "Wonderful what the surgeons can do, but even so." "So what?" "He helps you out, does he?" "With certain, my stage affects, it's been hard for him to find work." "People are funny!" "Er...what's all this about?" "Young women found dead by Lake silence yesterday morning." "She attended the fair Thursday night." "Red head?" "20s?" "We're just looking to see if anybody remembers her." "We don't really see any of the punter's." "They're just erm... shadows beyond the footlights." "Her boyfriend said she came up and helped out with your act." "Really?" "You don't remember her, then?" "No." "I'm sorry." "No." "All right, thank you, Mr Newton." "That'll be all for now." "Next!" "This way, sir." "Miss Hicks?" "(SIGHS) I'm only to use it in an emergency." "Any message, if I find him?" "I'll leave you to get on, Miss." "Mr Thursday?" "He doesn't want to be found." "# THE ELECTRIC PRUNES:" "I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night" "# The room was empty" "# As I staggered from my bed" "# I could not bear the image" "# Racing through my head" "♪ You were so real that I could feel your eagerness ♪" "No, I'm fine." "# And when you raised your lips for me to kiss" "♪ Came the dawn and you were gone ♪" "Mr Morse, how are you?" "I can't hear you." "Oh, come." "Come with me." "He has a man flies around, scouring the palaces of princes and maharajahs." "Can you imagine?" "The loot of the world." "Humph!" "Some of these pieces are priceless." "Literally." "Some of them are worthless." "Literally." "This." "It's a copy." "Fake." "A good one, but..." "Oh, I doubt that." "He's as rich as Croesus." "I've seen it." "The real painting hangs in the Rijksmuseum." "GUEST:" "How do you know?" "Maybe this is the real one and the one in the Rijksmuseum's is the fake." "I think the curators might have noticed." "They might." "Then again..." "Perhaps for your next trick you can pull our host from that top hat and we can ask him." "Be delighted." "Et voila!" "I'm sorry, old man." "I thought you knew." "I'm Bixby." "My friends call me Bix." "Morse, isn't it?" "Anthony said it was." "Yes, you know Anthony?" "He's been my guest many times." "Both here and in London." "I've a place on Berkeley Square." "The Belvedere." "Perhaps you know it?" "I'm afraid there are things to which I must attend." "Do you have everything you want?" "Which of us can answer yes to that?" "In present company, obviously." "If you're free tomorrow, come and watch me put Redtail through her paces." "My hydroplane." "Say about 11:00?" "Bix, I must speak to you..." "Not now, Roddy." "Harry!" "Bix!" "ENDEAVOUR:" "How are you?" "Oh...you know?" "Liver still works." "How did you find me?" "It was my lung got a hole in it." "Not my brain." "Monica?" "She's worried." "How long you been holed up here?" "Since I got out." "I went to your flat." "They put you in hospital and tried to frame me for murder." "I couldn't put anyone else at risk." "You might tell her that." "You seen the findings, then?" "Huh?" "The whitewash." "What did you expect?" "Better." "We broke them." "The worst are gone." "What's left, scattered to the four winds." "And I'm light one bag-man." "Ask Jakes." "Situation's not vacant." "He spoke for you." "Strange, too." "Mr Bright." "It's over." "Not for me." "You live in the shadows long enough, you forget the sunlight." "I'm finished with it." "You didn't put your papers in." "Oh, I'm still suspended, pending inquiry." "They want me gone, they can fire me." "Then what?" "You're just gonna sit here feeling sorry for yourself?" "We've got a woman disappeared off the ghost train at the fair last night." "She was found dead this morning about three miles from here." "I can't." "I'm not the same." "I wouldn't be any use to you." "(EXHALES)" "No?" "No." "Well..." "Fair enough." "Mind how you go." "Why would you go back?" "After everything?" "There's a town needs looking to." "That doesn't change just cos I've dropped a suit size." "Throw the towel in now, it was all for nothing and the bastards won." "I found something..." "back up the road from the body." "It's a scorecard from the North Oxford Golf Club." "Yesterday's date." "The players' names haven't been entered, but their handicaps and the scores per hole." "Should narrow it down." "There's a Cowley telephone number on the back." "That's the best I can do." "Good luck with it." "♪♪" "I've spoken to the club, sir." "They're running me off a list of members who booked to play a round on Thursday." "And the telephone number?" "A call-box sir." "Across the road from Jeannie Hearne's house." "Ah, Jakes." "Any luck at the fair?" "One or two with minor form, sir." "Nothing like this." "We've been over Jeannie Hearne's footsteps so far as Albert Potter can remember them." "And?" "They went on a few rides, took in a magic show, shooting gallery..." "Potter says he won her a monkey." "£500?" "Stuffed, sir." "What?" "Soft toy." "Ah!" "No sign of it as yet, sir." "Nor her handbag." "You must be mad." "Why would you risk all this?" "If you can make a heap of all your winnings and risk it all in one turn of pitch and toss..." "Did you hear about this dead girl found on the lake road yesterday?" "A constable came by." "I don't think she was local." "Staff, maybe, from one of the houses on the north side." "Er...speaking of which," "Tony said you know the Belboroughs." "You must bring them over." "I don't think Bruce is your cup of tea." "Lady Belborough, then." "I should like to know all my neighbours." "A matter of fact, I'm having a mask ball here tomorrow night." "You should invite them." "Another party!" "You can have too much of a good thing, you know?" "Oh, can you?" "I can't!" "Tony tells me that you were both at Oxford with him." "With Belborough." "Yes." "For a while." "I was at Harvard myself." "But all the important things in life, I learned at the tables." "You a betting man?" "My father played the horses." "One gambler in the family's quiet enough." "Oh, you must come to the Belvedere." "As my guest, of course." "You get to know the truth of a man at cards." "And what's the truth of you?" "Sportsman?" "Gambler?" "Tycoon?" "Who's the real Joss Bixby?" "I wonder myself, old man." "I wonder myself." "KAY:" "Bruce?" "BIXBY:" "Really, old man, it's nothing very remarkable." "My parents died when I was young." "My inheritance was held in trust until I reached majority." "I travelled a bit, I got to know the stocks business." "You see, The truth of it's altogether dull." "But these are my real passion!" "The new Klipspringer Continental." "She was delivered this morning." "Why don't you take her for a spin?" "Ah, it's a bit too fast for me." "I'd be more at home in something like...that, maybe." "She's yours." "Don't be ridiculous." "You hardly know me." "A gambler's instinct." "You're a straight bat, old man." "I knew it as soon as I saw you." "What's your line, if you don't mind me asking?" "Didn't Anthony say?" "He said you had a bit of trouble somewhere." "But he didn't say what kind." "And I didn't press him." "He was discrete." "Let's just say I am reviewing my options." "Well, I could use a good corner-man." "Why don't you come and work for me while you make your mind up?" "Doing what, exactly?" "Keeping me out of trouble, in the main." "Why?" "Do you get much of that?" "Anyone who ever made a deal made an enemy." "You seem to be doing all right so far." "Luck of the draw, old man." "One was damned and one was saved." "The toss of a single coin!" "God called it." "Not me." "Jesus!" "Bit before his time, actually." "Book Of Numbers, Chapter 32 Verse 23." "'You have sinned against the Lord and be sure your sin will find you out.'" "I've found something under her nails." "I've sent it for analysis." "Let you have the findings as soon as they're through." "Blood results in on your 'sudden'." "Under-grad Gerald Ashborne." "Chinese heroin." "Number three variety." "New for these parts and rather worrying." "How's that?" "This Chinese stuff varies in strength enormously." "Results are somewhat hit... and in the case of the late Gerald Ashborne, a rather resounding miss." "Right." "Thank you, doctor." "# SANDIE SHAW:" "Puppet On A String" "# I wonder if one day that you'll say that you care" "# If you say you love me madly, I'll gladly be there" "# Like a puppet on a string" "# Love is just like a merry-go-round" "# With all the fun of the fair" "# One day I'm feeling down on the ground" "♪ Then I'm up in the air ♪" "(BABY CRYING)" "Evening, officer." "STRANGE:" "Hello, matey." "Last place I'd expected to see you." "I mean..." "Not sure it's your colour!" "Bloody pickpockets, innit." "Where they dump the empties." "Here, cop that." "There's a few more under there." "Not belonging to this dead girl, there's not." "Leopard print handbag, wasn't it?" "The paper said." "Jeannie Hearne." "Trust you!" "We've been tearing the county apart looking for that." "You found it, not me." "Congratulations, by the way." "Sergeant Strange." "Yeah." "Well..." "Like piles, eh?" "(LAUGHS)" "Any leads on this dead woman?" "The brains trust retraced her route around the fair." "Shooting gallery." "Magic show." "Did you look at the Ghost Train?" "They did and err..." "no sign she was ever there." "No blood." "Nothing." "What are you doing poking around anyway?" "Actually, I came to have a go on the erm...attractions." "If you say so." "We were all rooting for you." "And the old man." "Bright had him under 24-hour armed watch." "Never left his side until he was out of the woods." "How was it?" "'It'?" "Prison 'it'?" "How'd you think?" "Safest place you could have been." "It didn't feel very safe at the time." "You being banged up bought us room to get it squared away." "Clear your name." "Well..." "I'd better get this back to the nick." "I'll be seeing you." "ROSELLE:" "The item is... ..a gentleman's wallet!" "(SPORADIC APPLAUSE)" "And now for my next trick," "I require the assistance of a beautiful women and a very brave gentleman." "Yes!" "Madame." "You!" "And perhaps you, sir?" "If you'll be so kind." "Let's give them a round of applause." "(APPLAUSE)" "KAY:" "It is you!" "Oh." "We called at the house to pick you up." "Everyone's here." "You didn't fancy the show?" "I told you, I don't like fairs." "Besides, you've seen one trick..." "Come and buy me a drink." "Then you can win me something." "(IMITATES GUNSHOT) Five out of six." "Five?" "Are you sure?" "I do believe he's got you, Bruce." "What's for the face card?" "STALLHOLDER:" "That's the big prize." "(ALL GASP) ANTHONY:" "Well done, old man." "Well done." "A kiss was for the runner-up, wasn't it?" "Oh, look, a man-eater." "How apt." "Keep me warm." "♪" "Wotcha." "Any word on Jeannie Hearne's handbag?" "Oh, yeah, well done, Jim." "It's with the old man." "Actually it was err..." "Morse identified it!" "He was there, wasn't he, at the fair?" "Having a poke around." "Thursday's seen him..." "Apparently, he's living in some shack in the woods." "Running with some posh set by the lake over Cacklebury." "Posh set?" "It doesn't sound like him!" "Prison, maybe." "It changes a man." "So is he coming back or what?" "Your guess is as good as mine." "I wouldn't hold your breath!" "(SWING MUSIC)" "What's this?" "Eat, drink and be merry?" "As the fella says, old man." "It's just one go around the board." "Harry Rose, meet my good friend and neighbour, Mr Morse." "I want you to look after him for me this evening." "Make sure that he has a good time." "Be a pleasure." "Will you excuse me, Bix?" "Who's that?" "The man that fixed the World Cup." "The trophy that went missing last year?" "All that in the paper about a dog finding it?" "It was Harry got it back." "Made a nice bit of money as a finder's fee too." "Here's Tony." "I must leave you, old man." "Someone's pushed the boat out." "He's got a trial run at the record tomorrow." "Let's get a drink." "Heard anything more about this dead girl we saw?" "I told you, I'm out of it." "Says in the papers she went missing at the fair." "It's all anyone's talking about." "Found right on the doorstep, as it were." "Well, well." "Mr Morse." "Back for Seconds?" "Now there's a turn up." "Is this your doing?" "No." "Really?" "Bruce!" "Ah, hello, Tony." "How are you?" "Oh, Pagan." "Hello." "Hello, darling." "Kay." "Bruce, may I introduce Joss Bixby?" "Bix, this is Lord Belborough and his wife, Lady..." "Hello, Kay." "You've met?" "Just now." "On the stairs." "Tony tells me a man might get a decent game of cards around here." "He might." "Later...perhaps." "All work, Bixby?" "I'm sorry, old man?" "Trade." "The white man's burden." "If you'll excuse me a moment." "You won't forget about that game of cards, will you, old man?" "Bloody upstart." "He's all right." "Oh, is he?" "Is he?" "Did you hear that, Tony?" "Pagan says he's all right." "If it's going to be bloody, why did you come?" "Same reason as everybody else here." "To see what all the fuss was about." "You'll have to forgive my husband, he's been drinking since..." "You don't have to make excuses." "Not to me." "I know Bruce of old." "Dance with me." "Please?" "♪ JULIE LONDON:" "The End Of The World ♪" "# Why does the sun keep on shining" "♪ Why does the sea rush to shore ♪" "Is everything all right?" "I've been a fool." "That's all." "♪ Don't they know it's the end of the world ♪" "If there's anything I can do?" "♪ Cos you don't love me any more ♪" "I never should have agreed to come." "Mind if I cut in, old man?" "# Why do the birds go on singing?" "♪ Why do the stars glow above?" "♪ Hello." "# Don't they know" "♪ It's the end of the world?" "♪ Is it really you?" "# It ended when I lost your love" "♪ I wake up in the morning and I wonder ♪" "Cigar?" "No, no thank you." "They make a nice couple, don't you think?" "How is it you know Bixby?" "He advises me on my investments now and again." "But as friends we go back a long way." "Bix's got everything, wouldn't you say?" "Pretty much." "Deserves it too." "Nobody more." "If only he could find himself a nice girl and settle down." "Well, it's from the Belvedere, but how this Miss Hearne came by it?" "THURSDAY:" "Any chance she was here?" "Well, it's possible." "Either here, or in London, or she knew somebody who has." "There must be thousands of these chips." "People hang on to them sometimes for luck." "Well, it didn't bring Miss Hearne much of that, however she came by it." "Well, unless there was anything else, Inspector?" "It's a poor host neglects his guests." "Sir." "Excuse me a moment, will you." "Sir?" "What was all that?" "Police business." "I might ask you the same." "Harry Rose?" "Who is he?" "King of the one-armed-bandits." "There isn't a slot machine in England doesn't have his dabs all over it." "He's been away." "Got out on Thursday morning." "The same day Jeannie Hearne was killed?" "His number's in her address book... ..and this was in her handbag." "It's from the Belvedere." "Bixby's place." "Some nice company you're keeping." "Oh, and Mr Bright's seen your inquiry lifted, by the way." "If you ever decide you want to get back to work." "KAY:" "Why does Bruce call you Pagan?" "Long story." "It's a joke...at my expense, because I don't have a Christian name." "You must." "Not one that I care to use." "What does it start with?" "I bet I can guess." "Hold out your hands." "Kay?" "Hold out your hands." "Right." "Now." "(EXHALES)" "Look into my eyes." "A?" "B?" "C?" "D?" "E?" "F?" "E?" "It is, isn't it?" "Quite a trick." "Where did you pick that up?" "A misspent youth." "Don't change the subject." "E. E for what?" "Embarrassment." "Mostly." "It's just a name." "Almost nobody in modelling goes by their real name." "'A rose by any other...'" "What?" "You remind me of someone." "Good someone or bad someone?" "Both." "Are you falling in love with me?" "Men do." "I can see how that might happen." "Then why don't you kiss me?" "It's Elva you're supposed to fall for." "Bruce?" "Bruce doesn't give a damn." "He's got a girl in town." "Don't you know that?" "A bus conductress, of all things." "Room for one more on top!" "(SOBS)" "There you are!" "Thank God." "BRUCE:" "Don't 'old man' me." "You could've left the table at any time you wanted." "No-one was holding a gun to your head." "I bet you could probably arrange for that too, couldn't you?" "Where's Kay?" "We're leaving." "Welch here, there won't be a table open to you in London." "You lost fair and square." "I'll lose to a straight house," "Not to a crooked racket!" "Keep your voice down." "Oh, You want your money, don't you?" "All these people here can't see what you are, but I can." "And what's that, old man?" "A fraud." "Well, sooner a fraud than a Blackshirt's bastard." "Bruce?" "Please." "What are you?" "You his big pal now?" "Don't forget who your real friends are." "Where's my wife?" "You don't have to go." "I'll be back." "You don't have to go, that's what Harry was getting at too." "It's Kay." "That's who it's about." "That's what you want." "Wouldn't you?" "If you loved someone and lost them and had a chance to make it right?" "No matter how much you want it, you can't turn the clock back." "Of course you can." "Of course you can, old man." "What do they say?" "Time is money." "I'd have killed every man in that room to live just one more hour in her eyes." "But you could have any woman in the world." "What were you doing at the fair last night?" "I saw you there." "I wondered if any of the sideshows might be available for this evening." "Nothing to do with Jeannie Hearne, then?" "No." "That's twice I've heard that name tonight." "The first person to ask was a policeman." "So's the second." "Ah." "I don't know her." "Sorry, old man." "Come on... ..I need to clear my head." "On a night like this... ..a man might believe anything's possible." "Will you come and watch tomorrow, when I go for the run?" "I've seen enough death." "What do you need to prove?" "That I'm as good a man as Bruce." "If she sees that, she might... ..well, maybe she'll come back." "Don't you think?" "Anything's possible." "Good luck." "You too, old man..." "You too." "♪ VERDI:" "V'ho Ingannato From Rigoletto ♪" "(GUNSHOT)" "(MUSIC CONTINUES)" "Bix?" "Bixby!" "Bixby?" "(GASPS)" "♪♪" "All right?" "Morse." "Hmm?" "There was a car." "I saw its headlamps through the trees." "That was around...half five." "The shot came about 20 minutes later." "Did he ever mention any enemies?" "No, not to me, but somebody vandalised one of his cars the other day." "Left him some kind of..." "I don't know..." "A warning." "About what?" "It was Old Testament stuff." ""Be sure your sin will find you out."" "Any chance he did for himself?" "Oh, I wouldn't have said so." "She's up on his bedroom wall." "He must have carried a torch." "They were both here last night." "Bruce and Kay." "Bixby took Bruce for 75,000." "75,000?" "Pounds?" "That's nothing to Bruce." "It wasn't about the money." "What was it about?" "He just wanted to make Bruce look small in Kay's eyes." "Bruce got it into his head to call Bixby a cheat." "There was a row." "Where will I find them?" "Across the lake." "There was something Kay said to me last night." "She'd an idea Bruce had a mistress." "In town." "A bus conductress." "Jeannie Hearne?" "Bruce is a bully." "Always has been." "But a murderer?" "I can't see it." "Shotgun." "Point blank to the face." "Any chance it could have been self-inflicted?" "No." "Weapon would suggest not." "Given the injuries, I'll need a set of latent prints from the house to confirm it's Bixby." "Check his right-hand pocket." "You'll find a gold gambling chip." "His lucky charm." "Get the lake dragged. 50-yard arc." "See if the gun's in there." "You'll have to come in." "Tomorrow'll do." "Get your head down for a few hours." "You've been up all night." "Oh, I'm fine." "I can start now." "I meant...to make a statement." "I found him." "He's a..." "A friend?" "You know these people." "You can't be a part of this inquiry." "If you want to make yourself useful, see if you can't get any further on the Jeannie Hearne angle." "Step to, then." "I thought..." "It doesn't matter how far you run, or how hard you scrub, it's there, the stench of it." "Everything we touch." "It gets so you don't notice." "That's what worries me." "Morse?" "Good heavens." "Inspector Thursday said you might be in, but I didn't think today." "Well, the fair packs up tomorrow, sir." "Just so." "What happened, I...erm..." "I can't change yesterday, but... ..a better tomorrow, yes?" "For all of us." "Sir." "I think I met Bixby." "Briefly." "Some years ago, in Juan-les-Pins." "And there was never anything between you?" "No." "Not on my part." "And there's no reason you can think of why he'd have a photograph of you on his bedroom wall." "None." "You told someone last night that you believed your husband was involved with a bus conductress." "I told Morse that in confidence." "And Detective Constable Morse repeated it to me in confidence." "Where did you hear it?" "A friend." "Elva Piper." "Friends like that." "Did Miss Piper give you the name of this woman?" "No." "It's just gossip." "I wonder then, Lady Belborough, if you could account for your movements Thursday evening." "I was here." "Alone." "We went on a few rides." "Merry-go-round." "Dodgems." "Magic show." "Jeannie wanted me to go on stage with her for a trick, but the magician picked some other bloke out of the audience." "What did he look like?" "Normal working bloke." "Thirties." "Specs." "Doug, he gave his name as." "You didn't notice him or anyone else following you around the fair afterwards?" "No." "Nobody." "We were just having fun." "You won her a prize at the shooting gallery." "Is that right?" "A monkey?" "I think the fella must've felt sorry for me." "Or else he fancied Jeannie." "I couldn't hit a barn door at ten paces." "Where were you between four and six o'clock this morning?" "Asleep." "On the sofa." "Tony Donn and my wife will confirm that." "What about Thursday?" "Play any golf, my Lord?" "I'm afraid I side with those that think it's a good walk spoiled." "And the evening?" "I had some drinks in town with Tony." "Why?" "There was a woman found dead" "Good Friday morning on the Lake Road about two miles from here." "Jeannie Hearne." "Did you know her?" "No." "Whatever gave you that idea?" "Actually, sir, your wife." "She's of the impression you were carrying on with a bus conductress." "It happens Miss Hearne was a clippie." "My wife, Inspector, is very highly strung." "An hysteric personality." "Often given to flights of fancy." "You'll have no objection if Sergeant Jakes has a look at your car, then." "I'm afraid my car was stolen from Oxford station on Wednesday." "You'll find that I made a full report." "All the good it'll do." "Well, her boyfriend said you gave her a stuffed toy." "Why was that?" "He said he hadn't won anything." "Gotta cast your bread." "Punters see a good-looking girl walking round with a prize, might have a go themselves." "Where are they from, the prizes?" "I don't know." "Far East, maybe." "I'm looking after the pitch for a pal." "He's laid up." "Done his back." "Why, what's your usual line?" "Dreamland, Margate." "Penny arcade there." "Slots." "ENDEAVOUR:" "Didn't you say that was Harry Rose's business?" "THURSDAY:" "Slots, drugs, racketeering, you name it." "Harry Rose has been at it since the Devil was in short trousers." "Right." "Have you seen them?" "Cheese and pickle." "The Belboroughs?" "All bar the tennis player." "She stayed at the Randolph." "The rest of them haven't had a decent alibi between them for Bixby." "Though your mate Anthony Donn says he was with Belborough the night Jeannie was killed." "You really think there's a connection between that bloke at the shooting gallery and Jeannie Hearne?" "Oh, I don't know." "Maybe it WAS free advertising, giving Jeannie that monkey." "I'm just stumbling around, really." "It's what you're good at." "The first week, I hardly slept at all." "Kept thinking I'd be found hanging from the bars of the cell or take a dive from the top walk." "I kept expecting to hear boots on the landing, a key in the door, but nobody came." "A month." "I didn't know if you were alive or dead." "That was the worst of it." "Well, no, not quite." "The worst was knowing it was my fault." "I was too slow." "My stupidity almost left Mrs Thursday a widow " "I knew, walking in to Blenheim Vale, that I might not walk out." "That's the job, I suppose." "Something bad like that." "Sometimes, you've to put all you are against all they've got." "It was my decision." "I'd do it again without a second thought." "Don't ever blame yourself." "If I'd been quicker off the mark." "You were there at the end." "Nobody else." "You had the chance to run, to look to your own neck." "You didn't." "You stood." "A pinch like that, it's not brain that counts, it's guts." "I won't forget it." "Ever." "(CLOCK CHIMES AND TICKS)" "Oh, for God's sake, I can't stand this." "I'm getting out of here." "To see her?" "Well?" "Aren't you?" "Coward." "Joss Bixby's more of a man dead than you'll ever be alive." "Bruce!" "Stay out of it, Tony." "This is between me and my wife." "I'm going to stay at the club." "Of course you are." "And where do they all come from, the props and so forth?" "Oh...er..." "Well, some I've had made and others I got at auction." "What about this?" "Oh, that's from a collection." "I bought them from James Green, a colleague of mine." "The right illusion can keep a magician in work for years." "I'm quite partial to the old abracadabra." "I had an uncle used to magic a penny from behind my ear when I was a boy." "I could never work it out." "Ha." "Years of preparation and rehearsal come down to a single heartbeat in which one makes the impossible... (CHUCKLES) ..a reality." "Miss Hearne's boyfriend said she took part in some kind of a gun trick here the night she died." "She had red hair, if that helps." "Didn't notice." "Sorry." "The gun trick requires absolute concentration." "You see, we have here a revolver." "If you care to examine it, you will see it's perfectly normal in all regards." "Likewise, two bullets." "If you would be so good." "Your brother-in-law, Mr Swopes, might he have seen anything?" "No." "He would have been backstage, preparing the props for the next bit of the show." "Anyway, his eyesight is rather poor." "We can agree that this pistol has worked." "Roselle." "Inspector." "(CHUCKLES)" "You must stay perfectly still." "Behold." "I show you a mystery." "(THURSDAY CHUCKLES AND APPLAUDS)" "So the second bullet was a blank." "A magician must keep his secrets, Inspector, even unto the grave." "Perhaps Mr Swopes will be more forthcoming." "Mr Swopes?" "♪♪" "I can't believe it." "Andrew, murder a woman for drugs?" "He hadn't exactly taken the trouble to conceal the evidence, Mr Newton." "The soft toy was just lying there in his caravan." "Of course, he's never been right after Coventry." "He might've got over Betty." "But his son." "Babe in arms." "Terrible thing to lose a son." "Whatever he lost doesn't excuse murder." "We've put out a general alert." "He won't get far." "Not with a face like that." "It just doesn't seem like Mr Swopes." "He was always so kind and..." "I'd get upset sometimes over my mum and dad and he'd do his best to cheer me up." "Even lent me his scrapbooks." "Why?" "What happened to your parents?" "They died." "Two years this June." "Car accident." "How I ended up doing this." "Make ends meet." "This will finish Mr Newton." "Zambezi." "Well, I'll need to keep hold of these." "I'll let you have them back when I'm done with them." "We've had it tested." "What our little friend had stuffed in his belly." "It's confirmed." "Chinese heroin." "Jeannie Hearne was the go-between." "Right?" "That's why you gave her the prize." "It was nothing to do with 'casting your bread'." "Drug run, was it?" "Fair's in town every bank holiday." "You pass a new shipment on to Jeannie Hearne." "Then who's it meant for?" "Harry Rose?" "Bixby?" "And where does Swopes fit in?" "Or was he just helping himself?" "Look, you're just a small cog in a big machine, but we've got a kid dead of the stuff." "An Oxford Student." "Gerald Ashbourne." "Killed by your heroin." "It's a long stretch, Clem." "You scratch our back..." "I'm saying nothing till I've seen my brief." "So save your breath." "Thought you'd turned in your tin star." "I thought there was a choice." "Seems we were both wrong." "I went by Bixby's." "Ah." "Seems very forlorn." "Lights out, staff gone." "Look... (SIGHS)" "If things go bad... can you keep me out of it?" "For old times?" "Bruce said he was with you the night Jeannie Hearne was killed." "I was with him the early part of the evening, but about nine, I lent him the keys to my car and he went out." "Where?" "To meet Jeannie Hearne?" "It's really not me you should be asking." "Six months ago, you introduced Jeannie Hearne to Bruce Belborough, the Chairman of the East Indies Shipping Company." "A useful connection, if you're looking to import Chinese heroin." "Maybe your pal Bixby was in on it." "Are you sure you won't try the moules?" "No-one does them quite like Pedro." "It was the same variety of heroin that did for Gerald Ashbourne, a student at Carlisle College." "We think Jeannie Hearne was skimming off your heroin and making up the shortfall with milk powder, knocking out the difference to students for a bit of bunce." "Maybe you took exception to that." "Saturday night, I saw Bixby at the fairground." "What was he doing?" "Looking for your heroin?" "You're wrong." "You couldn't have seen him." "No?" "Why not?" "Cos I was with him at his place till...well..." "well after the fair closed down." "Maybe Bixby did a deal with Jeannie and Swopes." "Then they double crossed you." "Now two of them are dead and the third's gone AWOL." "But I loved Bix like my own son." "A son..." "Do you think I could harm a hair...?" "Your theory is this Clem character brings the heroin to Oxford and passes it to Jeannie Hearne who was acting as some sort of go-between for Rose." "That's about the size of it, sir." "Either Swopes was in on it from the start or, most likely, he got wise to their racket and decided to help himself." "Did Swopes kill Jeannie Hearne for the heroin?" "She had something under her nails, didn't she?" "Drug related?" "To soon to say, sir." "Dr DeBryn has sent it for analysis." "Then where does Bixby fit in?" "He doesn't." "Beyond the fact that he knew Harry Rose." "And the gold chip from the Belvedere in Jeannie Hearne's handbag." "I don't think we can take that as proof he had anything to do with it." "Well, it could of been given to her, by Harry Rose." "Who was he, Bixby?" "Dr DeBryn has not been able to locate any medical records for him." "No records of any sort." "Until he materialised four years ago to open this gambling club in Berkley Square." "Man of mystery." "Just so, sir." "Well, somebody killed him." "Perhaps there's evidence at the house." "I'll take a look..." "unless there's any objection." "All right, Morse, don't let us keep you." "It's good to have him back around the place." "Both of you, of course." "But is he up to it?" "If Bixby was his friend..." "Morse knows his duty, sir." "(RECORD PLAYER SKIPPING)" "Kay." "Kay?" "Kay?" "Kay, can you hear me?" "Kay?" "Come on." "The doctor will be here soon." "Kay?" "Can you hear me?" "Come on, stay awake." "That's it." "A policeman." "Yes." "You took us in." "That was never my intent." "What was?" "He was in love with you." "I can't help that." "You knew him." "No." "Yes." "Before, I found a letter." "Don't." "Please." ""By the time you read this, I'll be gone." "Don't come after me." "You're my heart, Charlie Greel, but every time I look at you," "I've got to put it behind me and start again." "We let the stars go." "Kathy."" "You're Kathy and Bixby was Charlie." ""Every time I look at you."" "What?" "What is it you had to put behind you?" "Don't you want to know what killed him?" "Will that bring him back?" "Well, if you..." "If you loved him - Love?" "We were kids." "You wouldn't understand." "No." "I don't." "You see?" "How soon it turns." "Us in the car." "That night under the trees." "If Tony hadn't found us when he did..." "You can still help me." "Kay." "Bruce is in town." "The staff are gone." "Make me feel something." "Anything." "Oh, God." "It was your car I saw." "You came back." "To tell him to forget about me." "He said..." "He said he couldn't." "Did you see anyone else hanging around the grounds?" "I came back when I heard the shot." "There was no sign of him." "Only you." "Morse?" "What the hell's going on?" "♪♪" "There was a call." "Very late." "A business emergency." "I had to leave at once for London." "We all thought it was you." "Oh, one evening suit looks very much like another, I suppose." "It must have been Roddy." "Farthingale." "You saw him before, I think." "That night we met." "What happened?" "When I got back to the house," "Roddy was still there, looking rather the worse." "He'd gambled away his family fortune at the table." "And more." "I told him to go abroad, get out of the country." "He must not have been able to face it, took his own life, poor chap." "But we found your gold poker chip in his pocket." "Oh, he was such a state, I gave it to him for luck." "If I hadn't been called away..." "Well, you ought to let Kay know you're all right." "She's in a pretty bad way." "This is yours." "I've read it, I'm afraid." "Charlie Greel." "Is dead and gone." "If East End barrow boys can become world-famous snappers..." "The world has changed." "You can be anything you want." "I chose to be Joss Bixby." "The Porter hasn't seen Ronnie Farthingale since Friday." "Not that one would expect to over Easter, necessarily." "We thought he must have gone back to his estate." "I'll need his next of kin." "There's a great aunt, I believe, but his parents are deceased." "What about friends?" "Someone who might shed some light on his state of mind?" "Did Roddy Farthingale know Gerald Ashbourne?" "Gerald Ashborne." "The overdose." "They were inseparable, according to the bursar." "I found these in Roddy Farthingale's bureau." "Presumably, Roddy found Gerald dead and tidied up." "Spare his parents' feelings." "THURSDAY:" "Unless they were both addicts." "This is the body of Roddy Farthingale, then, not Joss Bixby." "The coroner does tend to get picky about that sort of thing." "Ah, and the last word on Jeannie Hearne." "It's polyurethane under her nails." "Results came in this morning." "Also traces of rosin, copal, isopropyl alcohol, and silica." "They said you were dead." "North Oxford Golf Club's finally got their finger out." "About that score card you found." "There's two members played that day with a seven handicap." "One of 'em was Bruce Belborough." "Only the game was booked in the name of his oppo, a Mr Outis." "We're bringing him in now." "Wanna come?" "It was your lead." "He was a friend once." "Sort of." "Bad luck." "Elva, call my solicitor Oh, god." "Search the grounds, Jim." "12 bore. 36-inch barrel." "Spot the deliberate mistake." "Or rather, I suspect, non-deliberate." "The barrel's too long for his fingers to reach the trigger." "This wasn't suicide." "It was murder." "KAY:" "What are we doing here, Charlie, of all places?" "The last night of the pitch always belongs to the show folk, Kathy." "You know that." "Do you remember we always used to go round the attractions when the fair had closed and all the punters had gone home?" "It was just you and me in the whole world." "It was never just you and me, though, was it?" "No..." "No, but it is now." "Sir." "I've just come from Dr DeBryn." "Roddy Farthingale wasn't suicide." "There's more." "Roddy always wore a diamond-point bow tie, but the body I dragged from the lake was wearing a club-round." "There's a reason magicians use doves and white rabbits in their act." "Charlie?" "Long time." "I brought an old friend to see you." "We found your car." "I know things didn't end so good, but I've done all right." "Made something of myself." "When I saw you were in town, it was just too good a chance to miss." "That's why I'm here." "I want to make it up to you." "Just like old times." "Morse, Inspector." "Everything all right?" "Lady Belborough's husband has been arrested for the murder of Jeannie Hearne." "What?" "Bruce, are you sure?" "Thursday afternoon, he played nine holes at North Oxford Golf Club with a Mr Outis." "Morse turned up their scorecard not far from Jeannie Hearne's body." "And he's confirmed this, has he, this Outis?" "Well, we haven't been able to find him yet, but we found Bruce's car on the estate earlier this evening." "There's no doubt it was the vehicle used to run down Jeannie Hearne." "Oh, my God." "Darling, it's all right." "You're with me now." "Oh, Bix." "I went through Roddy's effects." "Thought you might want this." "Though, of course, it wasn't Roddy Farthingale's pocket we found it in any more than it was Roddy I dragged out of the lake." "Not Roddy?" "Then who was it?" "I'm sorry, Kay." "It was Joss Bixby." "The real Bixby." "What's going on?" "James Green and Co." "Isn't that where you picked up some of your props, Mr Newton?" "What of it?" "It's a rather a lacklustre name for a magician, don't you think?" "Not a patch on Janus Greel and Conrad, the original name of your act." "It could just as easily have been Janus Greel and Sons." "Charlie and Conrad Greel." "Two boys." "Born within an hour of each other." "Identical in every way, except for one." "But as soon as Conrad removed his spectacles, no-one could tell them apart." "Certainly not the audience." "The illusion depended on everyone believing there was only one boy." "An illusion you maintained amongst the other show folk." "THURSDAY:" "A magician keeps his secrets, even unto the grave." "Isn't that what you told us?" "So?" "So one boy had to be kept hidden from the world." "He existed only for those few moments on stage." "The rest of the time, he lived in shadow." "What that might do a young soul, I don't like to think." "Then Kay, or Kathy, joined the act." "You fell for Charlie and Charlie fell for you, too." "But Conrad wanted you also." ""You're my heart, Charlie Greel, but every time I look at you..."" "What?" "I saw Conrad." "And that was too much to bear." "He took advantage of you?" "I thought he was Charlie." "We ran away that night." "I tried." "I really tried, but in the end..." "You couldn't forget what his brother had done." "We lost one another." "But Charlie never forgot you." "One fine morning, somehow, somewhere, he discovered that you were to marry Bruce Belborough." "Bruce was rich, titled, successful." "If that's what it took to win you, then that's what Charlie would become." "All he needed was a patron, so Bixby was born." "A man with no past - the perfect, legitimate front for Harry Rose." "Really, Kathy, that's not what happened." "You still insist you're Charlie." "Of course he is!" "It's Charlie." "It's you." "You..." "You tell them." "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Newton." "I know you want to believe it." "You think I don't know my own son?" "I think after Charlie and Kay ran away, you pulled off one final disappearing act." "To maintain the secrecy of the original act," "Janus Greel became the Great Zambezi and Conrad became Swopes and every other audience plant that the act could ever need." "Now, what am I?" "Some sort of man of a thousand faces?" "You were here when Jeannie Hearne got on the stage and you were there at the wheel of Bruce's car when Jeannie came to, afraid and wondering how the hell she got there from the ghost train." "(SCREAMS)" "Polyurethane was found under Jeannie Hearne's fingernails, part of your disguise she'd scratched from your face while she fought for her life." "THURSDAY:" "You knew the scorecard would lead us to Lord Belborough, that we'd find out about his affair with Jeannie Hearne and that it was his car used to kill her." "Help!" "(SCREAMS)" "Having framed Bruce, the only thing that stood in your way was Joss Bixby." "While Bixby drew breath, you would be forever Swopes so you decided to take back the life you'd always been denied." "A man who wasn't there slew a man who didn't exist and became someone." "Swopes takes the powder." "You take Bixby's place." "You get the money, the girl, the whole shebang." "It's a hell of a trick." "An impossible murder." "No victim, no killer." "It's the perfect crime." "Not quite. "Mr Outis"?" "If you're going to choose an alias, don't pick the same pseudonym Odysseus used to fight Polyphemus." "Not in a town filled with classicists." "You killed Charlie." "It was the only way." "I just wanted you both to look at me the way you looked at him." "We could have lived the rest of our lives together and you'd never have known." "It would have been a lie." "And you and Bruce is what?" "At least with me, you would've been loved." "We were meant to be together, Kathy." "I love you." "BRIGHT:" "What put you onto it?" "Something he said?" "ENDEAVOUR:" "Actually, sir, it was something he didn't say." "Bixby affected the habit of calling everyone 'old man,' but when I saw him again at the house, he didn't say it." "Not once." "And Roddy Farthingale?" "I think Conrad intended just to take his brother's place, to bury him somewhere on the estate and none of us would be any the wiser." "Only Morse arrived before Conrad had the chance to drag Charlie out of the water." "Someone else had to die." "If Conrad was Bixby, another body had to be recovered from the lake." "JAKES:" "There you go." "Why Conrad's name if it was Charlie who performed the tricks?" "It looked better on the playbill." "I tried it both ways." "'Janus Greel and Conrad' brought more people to the tent." "It had...class." "How could you do it?" "Your own son?" "All art... demands sacrifice." "But how do you decide?" "How does a father choose which son gets a life and which is condemned to darkness?" "Just like that." "Morris!" "Bring the car around." "So you're leaving." "Safari." "Kenya." "Guy Mortmain has a place out there." "Bruce thought a change of scene might be good for me." "Bixby's funeral - you can just walk away?" "He wasn't the only one who changed." "ENDEAVOUR:" "Bixby didn't belong in their world any more than I do..." "Did." "I wanted to tell him that the last night I saw him." "That he was better than that." "Nobody gets to choose." "The further a man runs away from his nature, the sooner it'll find him out." "So what does that make me?" "A good detective." "And a poor policeman." "That too." "If only I'd have told him." "Wouldn't have made the blindest bit of difference." "He was set on the girl, his memory of her at least." "Zambezi was right." "There's no real magic in this world." "Only love." "The rest is just smoke and mirrors." "Back to work, then." "Back to work." "Subtitles by Deluxe"