Inspector Morse (1987) s03e03 Episode Script

? HAYDN: Op 76, No.
3 String Quartet (Chattering) RADlO: That broadcast brings to an end the present series of string quartets.
Radio 3 Iisteners on medium wave wiII now rejoin Brian Johnston and his team of commentators at Lord's for Test Match SpeciaI - and the afternoon session of EngIand (Radio off) RADlO: WeIcome back to Lord's.
We're at the end of the Iuncheon intervaI.
We had ajoIIy good Iunch prepared by Nancy, just beIow us in her IittIe kitchen.
The umpires Jack BaIdwin, Tom Hedges are out there in the middIe.
The spectators settIing down.
- HeIIo, Barker! - Mr Donn.
How are you? Good.
Quite good.
How are you? Where are you parked? You're not on a double yellow, are you? They're not above coming in and knocking on my windows, traffic wardens.
- lt reflects badly on the college.
- l'll move it.
Welcome to Anthony Donn.
The third window on the right across the quad.
There you are, sir.
Your old room.
lt's nice to have you back, sir.
Don't forget about the motor car.
Thank you, Barker.
Nice to see you again.
You beat up your girlfriend's father? CALLER: Yeah.
Er That's about it, I suppose.
l see.
- How do you feeI about that, Mark? (Radio being tuned) I went round to my girIfriend's house to see if they'd have her back and what have you and he wasn't there, so I had a word with her mum and one thing Ied to another and we ended up making making Iove in the back of my van.
RADlO PRESENTER: You're 1 7 years oId.
- You make your girIfriend pregnant, assauIt - Blimey! Afternoon, sir.
They make those things up, don't they? (Retunes radio) ? SAlNT-SAËNS: Concerto For Cello ln A Minor, 2nd Movement Is that Radio 3 now? lt's supposed to be.
Yes.
l don't suppose you know what the cricket score is? - No, l don't! (Phone rings) - Just wondered.
- Morse.
Yes, that's right.
Who's this? l don't know whether it's going to ring any bells.
lt's Anthony Donn.
Anthony Donn? St John's Road Anthony Donn? What? Cricket.
The Clarets.
The Old Boys' Xl.
MORSE: Anything wrong? No, no, no.
Nothing ominous.
l wondered if you fancied supper or something.
(Radio being retuned) - Leave it alone.
Hmm? Oh, l don't know.
Umwell, what about tonight? Sure.
OK.
Yes.
Goodbye.
RADlO PRESENTER: Is this girI grown-up enough, Mark, to understand that the fact that you sIept with her? (Retunes radio) .
.
from the Nursery End.
Baxter's 36, and here comes Woodcott now with that quaint hop-and-a-skip run of his.
He bowIs.
He tosses up in the air and Baxter goes down the pitchand he's missed it! He was compIeteIy deceived by the fIight, and Jackson behind the timbers whips off the baiIs and Baxter's out, stumped Jackson, bowIed Woodcott, for a steady but very usefuI 36.
EngIand in an hour are 1 25 for 5.
Poor Baxter Iooks disgusted with himseIf.
He was compIeteIy deceived by the fIight.
The fIightthe fIight the fIight (Police radio) Stand back.
Stand back.
Move this, can you? Well, come on, for God's sake.
And get the vultures away from here.
(Sighs) Not a pretty sight in there, l'm afraid.
- How many? - Dead? Two.
Plushim.
- Hello, Doctor.
- OhSergeant.
Threw in petrol bombs and locked the door.
This thing.
Couldn't get out.
Apparently used to sell left-wing books and way-out stuff.
Homosexual books and so on.
There've been threats.
And the local council's been trying to close the place down.
- lt's been in all the local papers.
- l don't think you mean ''way out'', do you? Well, you know.
Explicit writing and l'm just saying.
- l've got nothing against it.
- Oh.
Right.
No.
l'm just saying ''quite explicit material and books about homosexuals''.
That's all l meant.
And some stuff about how the best copper's a dead copper.
- l'm not saying this is a good thing.
- WeII, good! You can go into any high street bookstore and find literature far more offensive than anything sold here, in my opinion.
Pornography next to the chiIdren's comics.
l think you should get those slogans painted out.
- They're evidence.
- Yeah.
They most certainly are! Yes.
Of course they are.
l'm sorry.
lt's lt's just l'm sorry, Sergeant.
That was unnecessary.
Don't worry.
l'll phone you when l've done the tests.
Well MORSE: She'II get used to it.
She'II have to.
l haven't done this for years.
- Not bad, are they? - Not bad.
What do you do normally? Do you cook or something? Or is there somebody at home you're keeping a secret? l did live with a microwave for a while, but we argued.
You never married.
That's right.
How is that? Do you mind? Not being married? Sometimes.
Sometimes l mind.
Why? Have l missed out? l've got to say yes, haven't l? l've got two beautiful children.
A beautiful wife? A very beautiful wife.
Yes, of course l think so.
But then, l'm not you.
Anyway l know some evenings when you wish you could just buy a bag of chips and whatever this is, you know? lt's ironic, isn't it? You get a policeman and a lawyer together.
They know how to ask the questions, but they're not very good at answering them.
MORSE: Well, l've enjoyed myself.
DONN: So have l.
We didn't even talk about cricket.
Or the police force.
l'll run you home.
Listen, l think l'll walk.
lt's not far.
- Are you sure? - Thanks for the offer.
OK.
Look, um Was there something you wanted to talk about? What do you mean? No.
What do you mean? l don't know.
l got the feeling that you wanted to say something.
About what? l suppose l wondered why, after all this time Ohthat l rang you? - Mm.
- Oh.
Yes, well You know, l You get to a certain age, you start to see things differently.
You start to l don't know.
Right.
That wasn't very That was a bit vague, wasn't it? A bit.
l was reading this book the other day.
A cranky thing about Zen Buddhism.
Not my thing, by the way.
Successful lawyer.
FT reader.
Meditate on the stock market.
No.
lt's Kate's, my wife.
l picked it up to Anyway, it had this story about a chap who goes to see a master and wants to know about the meaning of the one hand clapping.
You know, that Zen thing about the sound of one hand clapping? And the master tells him he's not concentrating hard enough, he's too attached to wealth, to things.
l don't know why l'm telling you this.
Anyway, the master says to this chap, it would be better if he died.
That would solve the problem.
So the chap faIIs over on the fIoor as if he were dead.
The master watches this and says, "So, now you're dead, what about the sound?" The chap says, ''l still can't hear it,'' upon which the master kicks him.
''Dead men cannot speak,'' he says.
Anywayit's not bad, eh? Look it's been good to see you.
Chew the fat and what have you.
Chew the chips.
That's right.
Look, um lf you remember what it was, give me a call, huh? l will.
l will.
The white hairsuits you.
lt makes you look very wise.
- See you.
- Mm-hm.
Tony, you're not watching the ball, you're not using your feet, and your bat looks like a limp willy! Apart from that, you're doing fine! Give him a few bouncers.
lt might help to wake him up.
And that's out! Straight down long on's throat! God, what a shambles! Come on, CIarets! Sorry, Roly.
l'm not quite with it today.
Oh, you'll be all right.
By the way, when is Vince arriving? Do you know? Mr Cranston? Your guess is as good as mine.
He's probably saying a long goodbye to somebody else's wife.
That's right.
Ohbloody thing! What l'd like you two to do is just spray a few words on that sheet.
Why? l collect autographs.
No, thanks.
Really? l thought you were good at this.
Well, you thought wrong, then, didn't you? That's odd, because you were seen spraying slogans on the walls outside the bookshop.
Who by? By reliable witnesses who are prepared to testify.
What, people who worked there? What difference does it make if they worked there or not? Well, if they work in a place like that, there must be something wrong with them.
l mean, have you read the stuff they sell there? lt's disgusting.
lt's difficult to read the books they sell.
They all caught fire.
Look, l can't understand why everybody's making such a song and dance about this fire.
lt makes you wonder who the police really care about.
l'll tell you what disgusts me.
Someone who sets fire to a building with human beings inside it.
Yeah.
Like the lRA.
They had books supporting the lRA in that shop.
ls that why you put petrol bombs through the letter box? - Look, we don't know what you're taIking about.
(Knock at door) A call for you, sir.
Get them to call back.
Well, it's personal.
An Anthony Donn.
He seems quite Well, take a message! Sir.
We're not going to answer any more questions until our lawyer's here.
No.
Tell him l've remembered what it was that l wanted to say.
He can telephone me at Arnold College.
Thank you.
OK.
Thank you very much.
Which means the M25 is blocked in both directions.
Not good news, l'm afraid, for you people driving into work.
This is Kate Donn, and it's 8:1 7, and now back to John in Crouch End.
Come on.
Come on, Kate, get rid of him! People are falling asleep.
We don't give a toss about his grandmother or his What? l think you should see this.
The police phoned.
lt's Kate's husband.
lt's heavy.
He's dead.
l can't believe this! Have you seen this?! I'm not going to teII her now.
l'm not going to tell her.
We're off air in 1 5 minutes.
What are we to do? This is a live programme.
What am l supposed to do? This is a disaster.
(Knock at door) It's Morse.
MAN: Right, Constable.
We've finished with fingerprints now Sorry, sir.
.
.
the necessary arrangements, will you? OK, now.
Back to base.
Go on.
Off you go.
This is the chap who lsn't this the chap? Your friend from? Sir? Yes, that's right.
lt's the radio lead.
And there was this.
Where was this? lnside his suitcase.
lt was loaded.
He rang me yesterday.
lt was him who rang when we were interviewing those - lt was him.
- Oh, right.
lt didn't click.
The message was he knew what he wanted to tell me.
- To tell you about what? - l don't know, Lewis.
l don't know.
Dead men can't speak, can they? Do we know who this is? His name's Roland Marshall.
We were friends.
Of a kind.
l knew him and Anthony Donn when l was a student.
A good man.
Or was.
He's a sort of inventor.
Solar energy and Well, all sorts of things.
Oh, that's right.
l know about him.
He's the chap that made thething.
The car thing.
You know? The lt was like a big bubble and it didn't work.
That's him.
A crank, but a nice one.
l didn't know about the wheelchair.
We need to speak to him.
- They're trying to track him down.
- And Mrs Donn? Yeah.
On her way.
What do you think, sir? Was he depressed when you met him the other evening? Not particularly.
Why didn't he shoot himself? l mean, l'm not saying that l don't know what l am saying, but l wouldn't have thought l wouldn't have thought myself it was a very reliable method.
A radio lead, you know? lf you were trying to make sure.
l mean, you'd think they'd just sort of jump out when you turned the power on.
But it must have been on, mustn't it, already, because he was on the bed? Unless somebody helped him.
One of his team-mates, perhaps.
Let's have them all in, the cricket team.
ln batting order.
Right you are.
Excuse me, sir.
Mrs Donn's arrived.
- Bring her in.
- Wellshe'sup in the room.
- We couIdn't reaIIy - OK.
l'll speak to her.
Do you want to start taking statements? LEWlS: What, now? Don't tell me.
- You're baby-sitting.
- No.
l'm on leave, sir.
From half an hour ago.
Leave? Just a week, sir.
That's all.
Oh.
Did l know about this? - You signed the form! - Did I? Look, it's not very convenient, Lewis.
What are you doing, going to Butlins? No, sir.
Actually l've got the outside of the house to paint and some gutters to fix and what have you.
l thought you'd had your leave.
You're always on leave.
No.
Ten days at Christmas, a couple of days over the Easter holidays, and now this.
Yesyes.
All right, Lewis.
The follow-on.
- You're kidding?! - No.
l'm not.
They're all out.
None of our last five batsmen made it into double figures.
lt's a shambles.
Well, who told you? Great.
27 for 2.
Brilliant.
LEWlS: Hey, what was that? l can't see anything.
Something flashing from the first window on the first floor.
Find out who's staying there.
Don't let me catch you listening to that on duty.
l'm sorry.
ll understand he was a friend.
ls that right? That's right.
So? He died in the night.
He was electrocuted.
My guess is he'd taken some sedatives as well.
Tell medo you know anything about patterns of suicide? l mean ls it normal? l mean, do people normally? Don't they do it at home? Do they have to go somewhere else to do it? l'm sorry.
l - I don't know.
- But you do think it was suicide? l think it would be difficult to ask somebody to lie still while you put a live electric cable in their mouth.
Unless he was asleep, or unconscious.
Umhis wife is upstairs, you know.
Yes.
l'm just going.
She's a radio presenter, isn't she? ls she? l don't know.
Anyway Anyway.
Do you have any plans for later? - l'll be in the lab.
- WeII Another time.
OK.
Mrs Donn? - Yes.
- My name is Morse.
Hello.
Your husband and l were students together.
Really? l'm sorry.
l thought you were a policeman.
l am.
l'mvery sorry.
This was his room.
Wasn't it? When he was an undergraduate.
For a time, l think.
And then he We shared a house together, actually, so we were quite Really? l didn't know.
l had a drink with him the night before last.
No, we weren't l hadn't kept in touch so, l imaginethat's why you didn't There was no reason.
Apparently they used to Well, you'll know this.
You're supposed to write your name in the room if you lived here.
l've been looking.
l can't find it.
lt's coffee.
l hate coffee.
lt gives me a headache.
(Horn toots) Oh, God! Cranston, l might have known it was you.
StiII can't drive, I see.
Roly! ls this yours? l thought you were grounded.
Not quite yet.
- Well, come on.
Give me a hand.
- Pleasure.
- How's tricks? - Look, l don't need that.
Righto.
Sorry l'm a bit late.
One or two distractions on the old heart fronts, eh? Good to see you.
Everything all right? Tony Donn committed suicide last night.
- You're joking? - No.
No, l'm not.
He electrocuted himself.
Kate.
Kate, l'm so sorry.
l can't believe it.
l know.
ldon't know what to say.
There's nothing to say.
l only just arrived.
l had no idea.
l - l - Well, l've got to go inside.
- Question time.
KATE: Yes.
Hello.
Hello, Roland.
Hello.
l'm sorry.
Do we know each other? Roland, this is Chief lnspector Morse.
Oh, l see.
Morse?! lt's Pagan Morse, isn't it? lt is! My God! lt is, as well.
And you're a policeman.
l'm afraid so.
Well, there's a turn-up for the book.
- lt's good to see you.
- Yes.
Absolutely.
- Not the best of - No.
No, no, no.
That's right.
Look, l'm taking Mrs Donn for a walk.
But we'll talk.
You and l.
Oh, yes, please.
This is Vince Cranston, by the way.
- Mr Cranston.
- lnspector.
lf you'll excuse me? Goodbye.
Chin up, Kate.
How do you know him? LonsdaIe man.
He knew Tony Donn very weII in the oId days.
The last person you'd imagine doing that job.
l imagine he's good.
Clever.
Drinks.
Well, he used to.
Pagan Morse That really is a turn-up for the book.
Pagan? Why Pagan? What's all that about? lprefer Morse.
Plain and simple.
But when l came up to Oxford and wouldn't say what my Christian name was, somebody called me Pagan and it stuck for a while.
l think l prefer Morse.
Thank you.
So do l.
This looks more like it.
l hope so.
l have to ask you a few questions.
Of course.
Tony didn't kill himself.
- What makes you say that? - I just know.
We didn't have the greatest marriage.
He could be very difficult.
But l just know he wouldn't l just know he wouldn't.
Do you have any idea why he might have been carrying a gun? Tony? l don't believe it.
He had a gun in his luggage.
Tony wouldn't know one end of a gun from the other.
Did your husband have any enemies? No.
No, l don't think so.
l mean Obviously l'm sure there are people who didn't But not enough to No.
No.
What kind of a gun?! I don't beIieve this.
l don't believe this is happening.
The children.
l must call the children.
They won't know where l am or what's happening.
Excuse me.
I must find a teIephone.
Don't worry.
Don't worry.
They're with your mother.
Everything's been taken care of.
My mother.
Right.
Thanks.
Do you know, l feel a little l think l feel a little Thank you.
Cheers.
Corphew This stuff is so potent, l always hope it might get the old leg and arm twitching again.
How is it, the Oh, all right.
One learns to live with it.
Or rather, one doesn't.
Actually, it's a swine.
Yes, it's a swine.
Yes.
Well, Pagan.
Here you are.
Here l am.
Tell me about Anthony Donn.
l can't see the Anthony Donn l knew committing suicide, can you? lt makes more sense than someone killing him.
l mean, why? l was hoping you might tell me that, because l think someone did kill him.
Really? l'm a pedestrian sort of copper.
l say to myself, a man comes to Oxford to play cricket with old friends and gets murdered.
And then l remember reading some statistic or other about how most murders are committed by someone the victim knows.
And l put these things together and l come up with 1 1 suspects.
1 0.
And you.
1 1.
Anyway, Roly, l have a plan and l need your help.
As long as l'm not going to be arrested.
Well, on the nobody-changes-much theory, l think you get parole.
OK.
Fire ahead.
How can I heIp? You've been practising with your mam! l'm impressed, Sergeant.
l think you'll do very well.
lt's a crazy idea.
Really? l thought it would be a fantasy come true.
What about the other bit? You have to take the rough with the smooth.
Our Val'll have something to say about the decorating.
We'll take care of that.
lt's only fair.
You just keep practising.
When do l start? Oh, l think Mr Barker's expecting you any time now.
LEWlS: Whoa! Now, there is no question but that the festival will continue.
Apart from the European end, which must go ahead, we have a game to play here.
lt seems indecent to me, carrying on playing cricket after what's happened.
l don't agree.
Tony Donn was a dear friend of mine.
We were fellow students together while you were still bowling at your highchair.
But packing up and going home isn't going to change anything.
Will the police let us go abroad while they investigate? They'd better! Now, come on, Clarets! We owe it to Tony to put up a decent show.
What about the team, Rol? - We're a man short.
- Ah, weII.
l was coming to that.
lt so happens Arnold has a couple of porters this year who are quite handy.
l've had a word with Barker and he's prepared to cover for one of them.
A bit of an all-rounder.
l've asked him to come down for a net.
- A porter? - WeII, why not? He qualifies.
Any man who hits the ball off the middle of the bat is a gentleman in my book.
I've never met a porter who couId bat.
They could block.
Blocking.
lt's in the bone with porters, l'd say.
Enough chat! Let's get your boots on and get outside! Hello? Oh, heIIo, Lewis.
GentIemen, I'd Iike you to meet your new team-mate.
l wish you'd stay and have a proper lunch.
No, l have to get back.
This is perfect.
Great.
Thank you.
- Find anything? - Not really.
l'll have to go over to his office later.
The thing is, you know, l can't think why any of his clients lt's not as if he were in criminal law or anything.
Why should any of his clients want to? l can understand if it were me.
l'm always treading on toes on the programme.
But Tony lt was matrimonial law.
A little commercial work.
He was always complaining how mundane it was.
Well, love and money are the most common motives, but Yes, yes.
l know what you mean.
l suppose so.
What about the partners? Were there ever any probIems? No.
None that l knew of.
The reverse.
But you said to me he was a difficult man.
What did you mean? He l think he sometimes resented my career.
He could get angry.
He was quite a conventional man.
l don't know.
Perhaps he was unhappy.
Perhaps the fact that l didn't realise was one of the reasons he was unhappy.
l feel l didn't know him at all.
Perhaps he did l keep thinking about that gun.
He hated guns.
So maybe he bought it to and then he couldn't.
So l'm sorry.
lt's fine.
The children are so miserable and l don't know what to say to them.
l know.
My mother's going to take them home with her, so l can come up to the inquest and then l must keep working.
l feel l must work.
l think you're right.
Do you? Thank you.
You're so nice.
Really? Just as l was thinking of trading myself in.
Well, l must get on.
Leave you.
OK.
There was one thing.
Anthony mentioned a book he'd been reading.
lt was yours, l think.
I wondered if I couId Iook at it.
What book was this? lt was something to do with Zen Buddhism.
He'd been reading it.
Really? - l can't think.
- He said you were very interested in that area.
- Well, l am.
- He toId me a story from it.
Something to do with a man seeking knowledge from a master.
And something about the sound of one hand clapping.
Oh, yes.
That's right.
That's where it went! lt was a present.
lt was given to me and then l couldn't find it.
Tony must have What was the titIe? Do you remember? l'm sorry.
l can't.
I didn't have it for very Iong.
Why? Might that be important? I don't know.
l stumble around.
That's what l do.
Sometimes l stumble in the right direction.
However Anthony died, there had to be a reason.
Either somebody else had a motive, or he did.
Well, l'll try and remember.
Might you ask the person who gave it to you? Yes.
Of course.
lt's the obvious lt was a girlfriend.
l'll telephone her.
And would you telephone me if you need anything? Yes.
Or even if you don't? OK.
- Oh, hello.
- Sir.
- No Barker? - Mr Barker's off today.
Can l help you? - l'm Lewis.
- Lewis.
l haven't seen you before.
No, that's right.
A spot of leave.
We all take a turn during the vacation.
- Catching up with the decorating? - l'm sorry? You've got paint on your hands.
Oh, yes.
Sorry about that.
l'm Peter Foster, by the way.
l'm borrowing your library and doing a little book on the EEC.
- Oh, yeah? - A hobby of mine.
l came to ask Barker if he'd mind terribly lending me his master key.
ActuaIIy, Lewis, I'm rather gIad he's not here.
It's the second time this week l've locked myself out.
l'll tell you what it is.
There's only one key for our room.
Every time PhiIippa goes out, I forget to Ieave the Iock on the Iatch and.
lt's quite ridiculous.
Would you mind? You'd like me to come and open your room? That's it.
Although l can do it myself.
- Save you the bother.
Run up and straight back.
- Fair enough.
Would you mind hanging on just a second, sir? There you go, Mr Foster.
Would you mind bringing them straight back? Absolutely.
Two minutes.
Keep your head down, Mr Barker.
l'll be right back.
Tell me, which staircase does our friend Foster live on? East.
Uh-huh.
Lost his sense of direction along with his key.
Thank you, Lewis.
And not a word to Barker, or he'll shoot me.
- Don't worry.
- Good man.
- Are you going to arrest him? - What for? - He told you a lie.
- l told him lots of lies.
Very fishy.
l'll tell you something else for nothing.
The woman he's with, l'm positive they're not married.
What makes you say that? There's a big song and dance about a couple staying.
l'm not fond of it myself.
Anyway, l get the bedder to put the beds together, because they're supposed to be man and wife.
The bedder comes to see me the next day and says the beds have been pushed apart again.
Well, it's very fishy because she's a very handsome woman.
We're in! No, we're not.
You were followed all the way to the staircase.
I stiII think it's a bit fishy.
Well, l've checked the statements.
Checked the address.
Checked the work details.
There is a Peter Foster.
He does work in Brussels.
He is married to a Philippa Foster.
And he's researching a book in Oxford.
So what's he doing poking around in Anthony Donn's room? Was he in the room? l thought you said you didn't actually see him go in.
No.
No.
But l heard him.
And he lives on the other side of the college.
And l think he's got a pair of binoculars.
You heard something and you think something.
lt's not a staggering weight of evidence.
WeII, what about the bed thing? Well, you can't arrest a man because his wife won't sleep with him.
Well, l think there's something going on.
And so does Mr Barker.
Oh, well.
lf Mr Barker thinks there's something going on (Voices approaching) My key.
Richards.
Ah.
1 5.
Thanks, Lewis.
Any messages? l'll just look for you, sir.
Oh, yes, sir.
Your office called.
Damn.
What time was that? l don't know, sir.
Sorry.
Do you think you could try and keep a time of my messages? lt makes life easier.
Yeah Yes, sir.
Anything for me? Cassidy.
No.
l don't think so, sir.
Keep an eye on my car, will you? The blue BMW on the corner.
Shove a coin in if the wardens come prowling.
- Sir.
- There's a good chap.
- Good evening.
- Good evening, sir.
l wanted Mr Foster.
East staircase, first floor.
Thank you.
Mine's the Jaguar, just across the street.
(Knock at door) WOMAN: Who is it? Chief Inspector Morse.
Thames VaIIey PoIice.
WOMAN: Umjust a minute! lnspector.
l hope this is not an inconvenient time.
Uhno.
Well, l was just getting ready for supper.
But no, no.
Please come in.
l'm sorry, by the way, but my husband is still in the library.
- Was it him you wanted to speak to? - No, no.
Either of you.
lt's no problem.
Forgive the These rooms are rather cramped.
l shan't look.
So Well, l wanted to have a little chat about you and your husband's statements.
- Oh, yes? - Yes.
lt's about your telephone number, actually.
Do you remember it? - Our home number? - That's right.
Umwell, it's Brussels, of course.
l can never remember the code from here.
But certainly, our home number is 341 6293.
Ah.
Well, that's where we have a small anomaly.
Because that's the number your husband gave, but you seem to have given a different one.
Really? Oh, yes.
Yes.
Here we are.
Brussels 3565599.
No, let me see.
Oh, you know what l've done? l've given you our flat in London.
How stupid.
So, if l telephone that number, who would l get? Umwell, you'd get our answering service, l'm afraid.
Please do.
Leave us a message.
lt'll persuade Peter it was worth paying all that money.
Oh, no.
That's fine.
A simple mistake.
l don't even know my own telephone number.
Was there anything else, lnspector? No, l don't think so.
lt's like a boarding school.
That's right.
Very prim.
You didn't know Anthony Donn, did you? No.
No No.
l was thinking.
His firm had an office in Brussels.
l just wondered whether you'd ever - Butno.
- Really? No.
Although perhaps Peter might have.
But then he would have said.
Yes.
l'm sure.
So, it was just an unfortunate coincidence that you arrived the day before the cricket team? Umyes.
l'm not quite sure what you're getting at, but looked at in those terms, yes.
l suppose so.
Terrible thing.
l can't imagine someone wanting to take their own life.
He didn't.
Oh, really? What, you think he was? l'm certain of it.
Oh, his poor wife.
Yes.
l suppose that means there'll be no cricket tour.
Oh, no.
No.
They're going ahead.
Rotterdam, AntwerpBrussels.
There's Brussels cropping up again.
No, no.
They've roped in one of the porters to take Anthony's place.
That's good! l'm so pleased.
l love cricket.
l was intending to go along to the game here.
Then we'll see each other.
Oh, really? Oh, great, because l can't tempt Peter away from his blasted books.
You wouldn't um Would l be a terrible nuisance if l Oh, God, what are you trying to say, Philippa? Can l sit with you is what l'm asking.
Only it's a bit uncomfortable being a single woman on these occasions.
- Sure.
- Thank you.
That's really kind.
lt's my pleasure.
Wild horses won't drag my husband away from his work.
Obsessional, l call it.
l'd call it bad taste.
So would l.
- Tomorrow, then.
- Goodbye.
Brilliant.
(Laughter) No, no.
Cranston's not your man, Sergeant.
lt's much more likely someone would want to stick him in a live socket.
Royal cuckolder, our Vince.
Naughty boy.
He'll chase anything outside his off stump.
Harmless enough, though.
And anyway, he wasn't in Oxford at the time.
That's right.
Lewisl am supposed to be leaning on you.
Sorry.
lt's the air.
lt hits you, doesn't it? Goodbye.
- Good night, sir.
- Good night, Barker.
- Good night.
- See you in the morning, Mr Lewis.
Right.
l thought l might get the morning off.
No such luck, l'm afraid.
Barker's taking all this very seriously.
At last! Young Jamie, if l'm not mistaken.
My nephew, Sergeant Lewis.
The captain of the Hearties.
- Nunc.
- And what time do you call this, then? Oh, l'm late.
What's this? Not still pretending you can't walk? Come here.
Let me break your bones properly.
Excuse us.
The annual family bear hug.
Oooh That's enough! This is Mr Lewis.
He's going in for us at number five.
Lewis.
Hello.
l'm the opposition.
Hello.
What a dreadful business with Tony Donn.
What was all that about? Oh, we don't know.
Dreadful! lt wasn't our team.
We'd have got your blacksmith.
- Have you met Mr Cranston? - Oh, he certainly has.
Er, yes.
Hits the ball seriously hard.
Look, l'm starving.
Did you keep back any of that groaning board? - l suppose so.
- Jolly good.
Well, come on.
l'm not going to let you go home.
- Back indoors.
- l don't have much choice.
Not much.
ROLAND: WeII, I'II Go on ahead.
I'II catch you up.
JAMlE: Oh, team tactics, eh? OK.
See you tomorrow.
- ls he good? - Ahwait and see.
JAMlE: Ah, your secret weapon, eh? You'II need it.
We'II give you a thrashing.
A first-rate thrashing.
Roly.
Sorry.
l wonder, could l borrow your car? What's up? Nothing.
Do you mind? No.
You may have a spot of trouble with the controls, though.
- l've had them adapted.
- l'll manage.
lf you've got the keys.
Go ahead.
(Starts engine) How do l make it go? (Car door shuts) (Bang) He's all right.
Nasty bump.
l gather he put his head in the way of a hook shot.
ls he still planning to play today? l hope so.
l told him, ''Lewis, Colin Cowdrey faced up to Wes Hall in the '63 Lord's Test with a fractured arm.
You'll be facing friendly medium pace with a headache.
'' How did that go down? He grunted.
l took that as positive.
lt looks like someone's determined to get the Clarets down to 1 0 men.
l know.
lt's a bit worrying.
- Have you made any progress? - Not much.
ls that why you wanted this business postponed? Yes.
Roland, would you excuse me? l want to have a word with Mrs Donn.
No problem.
We'll see you at the ground? Sure.
No.
lt's all right.
l'm fine.
See you, Pagan.
Mrs Donn.
- lnspector.
- Could l? Excuse me.
Kate - Are you all right? - Yes.
Yes.
l think so.
l'msorry it couldn't be any easier.
l need the adjournment.
l know.
How could it be anything but awful? l don't want to go home.
Then don't.
What's your day? Er Not.
l have to go to the cricket this afternoon.
Right.
Could l come with you? l don't think so, Kate.
l don't think that that would be a good thing for you to do.
Well, before that.
Before that, l have to speak to some people who set fire to a bookshop.
lt's not very Look what about supper? l could come with you now.
l read about that fire.
Any other time, l'd be asking you professional questions.
Why don't I just grab my tape recorder and tag along? No.
l know.
l'm sorry.
Yes.
Yes?! - Sorry, sir.
- You have to go.
l have to go.
Tonight? l don't know.
Roland, are you still here? Can we take you anywhere? No, no.
l'm just waiting for my nephew.
He's supposed to be collecting me.
Completely unreliable.
Have you met Jamie? This is your nephew? No, l haven't.
l mustn't criticise him too much.
He forks out for the match expenses.
The Hearties are his team, you see.
He flies halfway across the globe to be here.
For a game of cricket? Now, Pagan, there are few things in life more important than a game of cricket.
l'll take your word for it.
Oh, OK.
l'll see you at the great event.
Mock not, lnspector.
- Are you winning? - Oh, l hope so.
How's your head? - Ah - Going to be all right to play? l hope so.
lf he's not, he should get his son down here.
He sounds useful.
- What's he done? - My son hit me on the head with a cricket bat.
When was this, then? This morning.
You said you were in casualty half the night.
No, no.
l meant l didn't say half the night.
No, I went very earIy this morning.
You know what time kiddies get out of bed.
No, it was early this morning.
l think for son, read wife, and for bat, read rolling pin, eh, Lewis? Someone's been at this locker.
Some swine's been fooling around with the lock.
Are you sure? Do you know anything about this? Who? Me? l'll tell you something.
lf l catch anyone with their nose in my business, they'll get more than a bat around the head.
It's supposed to be a civiIised team, not a bloody riffraff eleven.
Take no notice.
He's psyching himself up for a big knock.
OK.
- Gentlemen.
- Your call, Johnny.
Heads.
JAMlE: We field.
Sorry, chaps.
We're in.
They're batting.
Good.
Keep your eyes open.
l'll get to work here.
l guess l've got a good couple of hours before l need to be down there.
MAN: Two, pIease.
A little more.
JAMlE: That's fine now.
Third man.
GuIIy.
Jeremy, you can go guIIy.
That's right.
Come on.
Look lively.
He's a good bowler, this guy.
Straight down.
All right? Good luck, batsmen.
Play.
Yes.
And again.
This end! (Cheering and applause) Well played you, sir.
Can l join you? - Hello.
Yes.
Of course.
- Thank you.
PHlLlPPA: I brought us a picnic.
Good idea? MORSE: WonderfuI.
How are we doing? - Who are we supporting? - The Clarets, of course.
College loyalty.
MORSE: Ah.
WeII, in that case, I think we may have a few probIems.
PHlLlPPA: Oh, dear.
I hope it's not me.
I'm a bit of ajinx.
- Is their attack very strong? MORSE: Whose attack? The fielding side.
The whatshisnames, the Hearties.
l've got no idea.
Do you not follow cricket, lnspector? Follow would be an exaggeration.
Not so much follow as flee.
PHlLlPPA: PhiIistine.
MORSE: Men in uniforms, incomprehensibIe ruIes, nothing happening for hours at a time, everyone taking it very seriousIy.
It's not my idea of a good time.
- lnspector, you're a thug.
- Maybe.
lgo for the picnic, though.
PHlLlPPA: You're absoIuteIy wrong about cricket.
It is quite the best game in the worId.
It's war without guns.
lt's wonderful! Deployment of men.
Psychology.
Bravery.
Great skill.
Camaraderie.
Tactics.
Tension.
HonestIy, fantastic tension.
(Applause) - Bad luck.
- Just try and stay there.
Vince can get the runs.
Good luck.
Just stay there, Lewis.
Oh, look.
lt's our porter.
Middle and leg, please.
Watch the ball Move your feet.
Watch the ball.
Watch the ball.
Yes! (Applause) Well run, Lewis.
Yes! - No.
- Yes! - No! - We've got him.
This end.
JAMlE: Go on.
Yes! WeII done, chaps.
(Applause) Whose fault was that? Hard to say.
What a pity.
- No, thanks.
- There's nothing worse than being run out.
lt's up to you, Vince.
lt'll be all right.
lf somebody'll stay with me.
No conferring, please, gentlemen.
31 for 4.
What's the word l'm looking for, Nunc? Rout? Massacre? A philosopher? No.
Not really.
What, then? Just a policeman.
Actually, l was looking for a book on Zen and the art of car maintenance, but this was the best they could do.
PHlLlPPA: Terrific! I'm enjoying this.
MORSE: Yes.
No, l meant this is nice.
You're nice.
l think you're flattering me.
No.
Well, so are you.
- Nice.
- Why, thank you.
lf l didn't know there was a Mr Foster, you might even convert me to cricket.
Over! MORSE: Perhaps not.
- lnspector.
- Hello, Kate.
Hello.
Philippa, this is Mrs Donn.
Kate, this is Philippa Foster.
Hello.
- l'm interrupting.
- No.
No, no.
Please.
Join us.
No, l don't l don't think so.
You were right, l shouldn't have come.
Now you're here, why don't you sit down and have a glass of wine? You're just in time to see our number three make his 50.
Who's that? Oh - Yes! - Listen, do you two want to talk? l can easily take myself off for a tour of the boundary.
No, it's absolutely fine.
- Yes! - l'm going.
PHlLlPPA: Oh, weII pIayed! Kate Donn, did you say? - That's not the same Donn as the - Yes.
lt was her husband.
Golly! Yes.
LEWlS: Better he stayed in than I did.
JAMlE: For you, maybe! He hits the baII hard.
Ah, Pagan.
There you are.
Jamie, this is Inspector Morse.
Ah, l've heard all about you.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Are you watching the game? - Yes.
l hope you stay to see the thrashing completed.
Many a slip, eh, Pagan? Many a slip.
A mug of tea? - Oh, thanks.
- l'll get it.
- Good chap.
- Oh, do you know Lewis? - Hello, Lewis.
- Hello, Pagan.
Sugar? No, thank you.
Your uncle tells me you've come a long way, just for the game.
My little indulgence.
We forgive his second-rate cricket for the first-rate contribution he makes to costs.
- How far is a long way? - I move around.
l flew back from Hong Kong.
What's there? Money.
(Bell) - Ah, we must love you and leave you.
Thanks.
May the best man win.
- Oh, congratulations.
- Eh? Oh.
Yes.
Come on! Wait Two.
(Applause) (Cheering) MAN: WeII pIayed.
(Applause) Over.
New bowIer.
Right arm over.
Good shot.
(Applause) - Well bowled.
- l don't believe my luck.
You've got them worried, Lewis.
- Your son would've hit it into the car park.
- Yeah.
- Well played, Lewis.
- They're still ahead.
After 1 8 overs, we'd Iost six wickets.
PHlLlPPA: lnspector Morse, l think you're getting hooked.
Twit.
(Screaming) Don't touch anything.
My God! Thanks.
Are you all right? Look, l know this isunpleasant.
Awful.
But we need to talk and we have to drop all the charades and games and whatever else it is that's been going on.
l know.
Because there are a couple of dozen men next door and until we speak properly, we're not going to know which of them killed your husband.
- Would you mind leaving us for a few minutes? MORSE: Just wait outside.
Peter Foster wasn't my husband, Chief lnspector.
He was my colleague.
Any chance of making a telephone call? Sorry? l've got a wife at home who'll be wondering what's happened to me.
All in good time.
Sir Gents.
l'll just come along with you, then.
MORSE: I need an accurate time of death.
Ah.
That's not difficult.
When l got here, the body was still warm.
That was what? 45 minutes? When was he discovered? Just after five.
Well, if he had been dead 20 minutes before that, l'd be very surprised.
You realise that that means when he died, all the obvious suspects were out on the cricket pitch.
l don't know who the obvious suspects are, lnspector.
ls there any reason for him to be here? Not for me.
- Sergeant, can you - Oh, yeah.
Sure.
There's some very interesting personal effects here.
For an academic.
A miniature camera.
And these aren't our forensic bags.
They're his.
(Knock at door) Yes? l Oh.
l thought you might like to know, sir.
Sergeant Lewis is in the Gents.
l always like to know that, Hilaire.
- Oh, l'm sorry.
l thought you - Yes.
Yes.
l'm coming.
One more thing, um - Could a woman have done this? - No.
No, you would need a considerable amount of Well, l couldn't have done it.
We can't go on meeting like this, Lewis.
Shall l? That's all right.
Just put your foot against the door.
- A bit of a turn-up for the books.
- Yes.
The thing is, sir, if he died while we were out fielding, they've all got alibis.
l had worked that out, yes.
And his wife was with you, wasn't she? Yes and no.
- What do you mean? - Mrs Foster is not Mrs Foster.
Come again? Mrs Foster is an investigating officer with Customs and Excise.
Peter Foster was her boss.
You're joking?! No.
Soso, it wasn't him that hit me last night? Apparently not.
Foster had you down as chief suspect.
Whoever thumped you over the head was aiming for him.
Chief suspect in what? Well, it seems that one of our cricketers, when they're not knocking balls for six, or practising on your head, like to take the odd kilo of cocaine on holiday with them.
Ah, that explains a lot.
l mean, about Foster being everywhere, and the single beds, and him breaking into whatshisname's room It expIains some things.
lt gives us a motive.
lt doesn't explain how the killer manages to be in two places at once, or why Anthony Donn died.
So what? Do l? - Am l dropping this porter business? - No.
Not yet.
No, and you'd better go in there.
Right.
Well, off you go.
Well, l just want to You know? You know? l bet you call it by a number at home.
Sort of.
Don't tell me.
l can guess.
Gentlemen, sorry for any inconvenience.
lnspectorthere are men here who did us a great favour by turning out for Jamie's team.
- l think they ought to be allowed to go.
- There is a body in the next room.
l'm afraid he's not going anywhere, and neither, for the moment, are any of you.
CRANSTON: This is ridicuIous.
l mean, half of us were on the pitch, say? When? Well, when this chap was (Clears throat) .
.
killed.
How do you know? l think we might have noticed a corpse on the floor while we were getting changed! Look, none of us had even met him.
Oh, l think somebody did, Mr Cranston.
Somebody had a brief chat with him this afternoon.
Well, it certainly wasn't me.
l was either fielding or batting the whole time.
Look, l want to be allowed to go, or l want to see my solicitor.
There was a tea interval.
l thought l saw you in here.
No, you could have done it.
Anybody here could have done it.
So, we'll all stay until we have a volunteer.
Pagan? What? - About the tour.
- What about it? We're supposed to be on a boat tomorrow afternoon.
Yes.
Well Look, l know it's an abuse of knowing you, but we're talking about months of organisation.
That's all.
Roly, people are dying all over the place.
Compared with that, even cricket has to suffer.
What we know is this.
Heroin, cocaine, hard drugs - large quantities are being brought into England and then distributed throughout Europe.
This has been going on for some years.
No-one cottoned on at first, because normally we're looking for stuff coming in, not going out.
That's why it's so clever.
Anywaythen it became clear that one of the deliveries had a pattern to it.
One consignment, not big, a million, two million street value, always around the same time of year, always to more than one destination.
Peter um Peter had this brainwave about aa tour, or a holiday, or something.
After that, it was just a matter of matching and elimination.
The pattern fitted the Clarets' tour exactly.
So we came to Oxford.
And then Tony Donn died.
And thenand then this.
Why didn't you tell me? You might have been involved.
We'd already worked out about Sergeant Lewis.
But it happens, lnspector.
Andthat's why l got all the attention? Something like that.
So, what now? Well, l know that we'd want to let the tour go ahead.
Why? Surely nobody's gong to risk carrying the stuff if they know you're onto them? Maybe, maybe not.
At the very least, they might make contact with their connections on the other side.
This is two years' work.
lt's not so much the link as the chain.
Now it's cost a life.
Perhaps two lives.
l'm just asking for the opportunity to make it count.
Well, you've got to find a reason why they're all suddenly allowed to go, otherwise it's going to beit'll be so obvious.
l've got an idea about that.
What l think happened was that Foster found out that his wife was having an affair with Anthony Donn .
.
killed him, told her, and got his comeuppance this afternoon.
From his own wife? Well, she's in shock, but that's my guess.
What about Lewis's bash on the head? Foster.
l think he was ransacking Anthony's kit for letters, evidence.
lf we'd found them first, it would've been obvious.
Are you sure?! lt all sounds a bit Gothic.
l know.
Anthony told me a few things the night before he died.
About emotional problems Some other things.
l was just too slow to put two and two together.
Well You know what l'm going to ask, Pagan.
Any chance? About the tour, you mean? Well - l'm not sure.
- Lewis can chaperone us.
l'll do my best, but l can't promise.
Good man.
Good man! But if l say yes, Roly, l want you to guarantee that all who go out will come safely back.
Just in case l'm wrong.
Scout's honour.
- Are you all right? - Yes.
Yes.
lt's thisbloody leg.
l'm not supposed tonot supposed to walk on it.
Yes Yes You listen to those bastard doctors, you just roll over and die.
Not for me, ta.
I'II teII you what I was thinking.
His phone.
lt was a portable one, wasn't it? - And? - Well, there'll most likely be a record of his calls.
lt could be interesting.
Maybe.
You see, there's something staring me in the face and l can't I keep Iooking at this book.
This is where the story Donn told me came from.
But why did he tell it to me? l know there's something staring me in the face.
What about Vince Cranston? Why? Why Cranston? l'm prejudiced.
He ran me out this afternoon.
l suppose it's true, though, isn't it? He was on the pitch all the time.
And he dropped a catch off your bowling.
That's right.
l was just getting into the swing of it.
Did you see my catch? Sorry.
Oh - l did see you get your wicket, though.
- Oh, weII.
That was more bad batting than good bowling.
You could have hit that, sir.
No offence.
Thank you, Sergeant.
(Phone rings) ANSWERPHONE: HeIIo, this is Kate speaking.
I'm sorry, I'm not abIe to answer the phone, but if you'd Iike to Ieave a message, I'II caII you back as soon as I can.
Or you can try ringing BeaconsfieId, which is 0494 PIease speak after you hear the beep, Ieaving the time and date of your caII.
Thanks.
(Beep) Hello, Kate.
lt's Morse.
l'd like to see you.
l need to speak to you and um Nothing.
l just need to speak to you.
So, er, l think you've got my number, so Actually, no.
Forget this.
l'll try the other number.
OK.
Bye, now.
These telephone numbers.
- What about times? - l didn't ask, sir.
Well, call them back and ask for the times.
Sir.
l wish you'd rung first.
l'm just going out.
l'm recording today.
Are you going to let me come in? Please don't try and explain why we didn't go to supper last night, or say you like my outfit, or You know, let's just stick to me widow, you policeman.
We didn't go to supper last night, because l didn't know where you were.
l was here.
You've got the number.
l called here.
What time? You didn't call.
About five.
l came straight here after you saw me.
lf it wasn't five, it was just after and my mother was here.
Good.
l'm glad.
- What do you mean? - lt doesn't matter.
l'm just glad you were here around five.
- So you didn't call? - No, but l called your London number this morning.
Where is that? l have a flat.
For when l'm working late.
Why? Anthony called it on the day he died.
That's aII.
Did he? You didn't know? Well, l haven't been there since he died.
No, l didn't.
Will you tell me if he left a message? Of course.
l'll gostraight there on the way to the studio.
l didn't think about that.
How stupid! l didn't think about that.
l might have been able to I'm sorry.
ll didn't come to upset you.
l'm sorry too.
l l'm not normally whatever l am.
lt's just that l l just need to be working.
Andl'm late.
l'm going.
OK.
Well, thanks.
Thanks for coming.
Can l take you to the station, orare you driving? No, my mother's going to Yes.
Please.
That'd be nice.
So long as you promise to have supper with me.
Very soon.
l promise.
- l'll just be a minute.
- Sure.
- l'm ready.
- Let's go.
All set? Where the hell is Cranston, does anyone know? He's gone, Roly.
He's driving himself down.
He's got some business to sort out on the heart front.
- He'd better not miss that ferry.
- OK, Roly.
Yes.
On the bus.
- All ready, sir.
- Well, get them going, then.
- Are you ready to come on board, sir? - Not me, Lewis.
l get carsick unless l'm driving myself.
l'll see you in Dover.
After that, it's the brown paper bag for a week.
- See you there.
- Cheerio.
- See you in a week or so.
- Just a moment, sir.
Well, see you soon.
Thanks.
- Bye.
- Bye.
(Seagulls) OK.
Thanks.
(Hubbub) (Train horn) Come on, Vince.
Thank you.
(Cricket commentary) We've turned the vehicle inside out.
lt's clean.
- So, what's the plan now? - l don't know.
We've got people at the other side.
They'll keep tabs.
We hope that somehow we've missed it and it emerges down the line.
- Why the delay? - No Cranston.
They're waiting.
- Oh, he's coming.
- How do you know? l've just seen him at the station making his goodbye.
l think l shall do the same.
We haven't got all day, you know.
Pagan! - Where did you spring from? - l just thought l'd come and see you all off.
- Are you going on tour? - No such luck.
No.
He's just dispatching me and then he's going back.
- To Hong Kong? - ln that direction.
Tokyo.
Singapore.
lt's called Follow The Yen.
- Good luck.
- Vince! All right! All right! - Come on! - Come on, Vince.
For Christ's sake.
l'm sorry.
l got a littleheld up.
Yes, l can imagine.
ln fact, we've been imagining.
On you go.
l'll see you on board.
Don't get lost, Roly.
Okey-doke.
lt's kisses from me, then, Nunc.
- Yes.
- l'll call you when you get back.
- ln the middle of the night.
- lf l can.
lnspector.
And don't crash my car! l'll say goodbye too.
Have a good tour, Roland.
Ready? ROLAND: The Hearties are his team, you see.
He fIies haIfway round the gIobe to be here.
MORSE: For a game of cricket?! JAMlE: I move around.
I fIew back from Hong Kong.
MORSE: What's there? JAMlE: Money.
PHlLlPPA: It became cIear that the consignments had a pattern to them.
One deIivery a year LEWlS: Even you couId hit that.
No offence.
Come on, porter! Hang about.
Lewis! Lewis! Lewis, don't Iet them go! - Get up.
- What? - Get up! - Pagan, what are you talking about? Sir? What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? - Blimey! - Let go of me.
Just Iet go of me.
Let go of me, blast you! l'll leave this to you.
Sergeant Lewis? - Sir.
- Have Mr Cranston driven back to Oxford.
- This has nothing to do with me.
- This hasn't, no.
That's why it took me so long.
Sergeant What the bloody hell's going on? That's what you're going to tell me.
- Why? - Why not? Life has spat on me.
Why not?! Why not spit back?! Lewis, we need a car.
(Engine starts) (Tyres screech) (Siren) - Good afternoon, sir.
- Anything wrong, Officer? - Are you the owner of this vehicle? - l'm not, actually.
lt's my uncle's.
l've got some papers here somewhere.
- Bloody thing - Do you have any idea what your speed was? - A bit fast, I suppose.
- That's right, sir.
That's what the two of us werejust saying, a bit fast.
l see.
Books for burning is our subject today on Speak Out.
This is Kate Donn, happy to be back and happy to hear your views on London 727 2727.
(Beeping) - Kate, a bit less me, me, me, a bit more them, them, them, OK? This happens to be something that me, me, me feels quite strongly about.
Lovely.
WOMAN: I don't want my chiIdren reading these books, if you know what I mean.
There's aIready enough sex and vioIence.
What are we talking about here? Political books? Children's books? What? The other.
About homosexuaIs.
ShaII I teII you what I aIways say? There are aII kinds of things out there we don't need to know about.
Concentrate on the good things.
Good idea, Mrs Ellingham.
We'll do that by taking another call after the commercial break.
lnspector? l think we'd better talk outside, Kate.
l'm on the air.
Nevertheless.
OK So, what is so important l had to leave my programme? Kathryn Donn, l charge you with the murder of your husband, Anthony John WiIIiam Donn.
You have the right to speak, but l must warn you, anything you say may be taken down and used in evidence.
What?! l'm sorry.
What?! l've got an instinct, you see, Lewis.
But it's sort of addled, l suppose.
l knew the Zen thing was important, but l kept thinking it was the story, and it wasn't the story, it was the book.
And where it came from.
- Vince Cranston.
- Vince Cranston.
Then l made the connection between one death and the other.
Old Forster's fault.
- Foster.
- No.
Forster.
The writer.
''Only connect.
'' That was his motto.
A terrible idea.
There was no connection.
Kate killed her husband.
Jamie killed Foster.
Sir? - Why did she kill her husband? - I toId her myseIf.
l said, ''Love and money, they're the most common motives.
'' And they are.
She wanted to leave him.
He wasn't having any.
He threatened to keep the kids to keep the money .
.
to kill Cranston.
So she killed him.
The same with RoIy.
He was bitter.
Short-changed.
He decided nobody cared for him, so he stopped caring for them.
His nephew exploited that.
BriIIiant, reaIIy.
Because aII the time, we were Iooking in the wrong pIace, at the wrong team.
(Answerphone beeps) CRANSTON: It's me.
I'II see you Iater, say? LEWlS: Cranston.
- Both of them.
Kate, Roly.
l had them both so close to me l couldn't see.
DONN: I've read the book.
"One thousand hugs, one thousand kisses.
" I've got a gun, Kate, and I swear to God, if I don't kiII myseIf, I'II kiII somebody.
- Right.
- Kate, it's Morse.
Look, I'd Iike to see you.
I need to speak to you and um Nothing.
I just need to speak to you.
WeII, er, I think Sir.
Let's go home, then, eh? - Yeah.
- Any idea what time it is? Why? Are you up for a pint? Well, actually, l was hoping that we might be in time to see the end of the test match.
Yes, of course, Lewis.
l meanwhere could we avoid it?