Inspector Morse (1987) s07e02 Episode Script

(Doorbell) SEATED MAN: .
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he had no idea.
- You're in a pickle, Doctor.
- Mr Vaizey.
Yes, l am, a bit.
- Could you get my keys out of my pocket? - Yes, sure.
Thank you.
Thanks.
- Let me take this.
- Oh, thanks.
- What is all this? - lt's work from my practice.
l decided to put my nights on call to good effect.
lt's called moonlighting, Doctor.
Oh, l hadn't really thought You're joking.
l swear, Dr Martin, you're the cleverest woman in this place, yet you walk right into it every time.
- Thanks.
- ls that everything? l've got one or two things yet to get, but l can manage.
- Well, er, l'll say good morning.
- Thank you very much.
SECURlTY GUARD: All clear, Charlie.
You're ready to go.
See you Tuesday, then.
- Off, then, Bob? - Yeah.
l might still catch the early bus.
- l could give you a lift.
- l'm going to Denfield.
You're Birmingham.
- l've got to pick up some shopping first.
- All right.
l'm with you, then.
Do you always drive this fast, Dr Martin? Yes, l've always loved speed, Mr Clough.
Why? Does it make you feel uncomfortable? No, not at all.
Check all outbuildings.
Hop it.
Pay special attention to lorries, vans, anything driven by a single male.
- Do you think he might have nicked a car? - Car theft was his first love.
But not his last, which is why we've got to catch this bloke double-quick.
Let's get out there and start looking.
(Siren) - Morning, sir.
- Has the hospital confirmed who it is? John Peter Barrie, sir.
- Also known as The Devil's Disciple.
- Oh, God.
They discovered him gone at 7 am.
- Did they say how he got out? - No details, sir.
- But we know Barrie is as sharp as they come.
- Don't we just! (Door opens) - Has everyone been briefed? - Yes, sir.
We've started house-to-house searches, sir.
Patrols out.
Roadblocks on all routes.
l don't want this man loose on my patch, Morse, not him.
- In my book, what he did to those women - ln everyone's book, sir.
lf he comes here, we'll get him.
Lewis.
WAlTRESS: Two eggs, sausage, with beans? TRUCKER: Right, Iove, that's for me.
See you next week.
Oh, thanks.
- ScrambIed eggs and fried bread? - (Leaves tip) Chief lnspector Morse, Mr McTeer, and Sergeant Lewis.
Frank McTeer.
l'm the general manager, Chief lnspector.
Will you want the ward emptied? No, we'll have to speak to the patients, Mr McTeer.
Have you any idea how he got out? From the infirmary, yes.
He drugged my nurse, Henry Raynor, took his keys and waIked out.
What kind of drugs did Barrie use? He was prescribed sleeping pills some months back.
He He must have kept some aside.
- Going to Oxford, mate? - That's right.
- l could do with a lift.
- Well, jump in.
l assume the infirmary is less secure than the main hospital? VAlZEY: Yes.
But that was never a worry.
Renwick's strengths are in the perimeter.
So what happened last night? Mr Raynor came in at about ermfour.
He had a mug of tea with him.
Barrie said he couldn't sleep and he wanted to play chess.
He asked for some tea.
Raynor rang down to the rest room, and when Raynor went to the door to coIIect it, that's when Barrie must have slipped the Mickey into Raynor's mug.
l'd like to see his room in the main hospital.
- Talk to Raynor and the patients, Lewis.
- This way, Chief lnspector.
OK, then.
Thanks for your help.
- Come on.
Come on.
- This way, please, madam.
Have you seen this man or picked up any hitchhikers? Thank you very much.
Sergeant Lewis! ln here.
Wasn't this place checked? Only to make sure Barrie wasn't in here.
(Siren) What's this? He was writing a book, a black Bible, he said.
I'd Iike to take some of this materiaI with me.
Yes.
You allowed this? Look at it! Chief lnspector The man stood up in open court and claimed that he was acting on orders from the devil, and you allowed this? You've had him for two years.
Weren't you meant to be curing him? You cannot cure a man without first understanding him.
McTEER: Look, by induIging him, he opened up to one of our psychiatrists, Esther Martin.
In order to engage Barrie, Dr Martin read up on the occuIt.
He came to see her as a feIIow beIiever, and more, as an earthly medium for some demoness.
Astoreth, he said it was.
We encouraged his belief.
A demoness? And you bought that, Mr McTeer? Half a dozen doctors have diagnosed Barrie as psychotic.
And let me guess the rest.
ln order to be seen as Barrie's friend, Dr Martin had to deliver the goods.
Sleeping pills, entry to the infirmary on demand, - and his ''home comforts''.
- What wouId you have done? We were able to go to his victims and say that he was here, locked up.
But he isn't locked up any more.
Is he, Mr McTeer? What's wrong? Barrie, Mr McTeer.
VAlZEY: He might have changed his appearance.
One of the washbasins was blocked, sir.
Human hair and traces of what looks like hair dye.
Hair dye? Barriewas allowed to help out in the dramatic society, Chief lnspector.
Message understood.
Pringle? We've just had a new description.
He's in disguise.
Receding red hair.
Any doubts and we check for a tattoo on the inside of his left arm.
- An inverted cross.
- AII right.
Good morning, sir.
Can l see some lD, please? - Yeah.
What's up? Have you picked anyone up this morning, MrShaw? l picked a bloke up at the caff just outside Denfield.
Why? Could this be the man? No, definitely not.
No, this bloke was receding.
He had red hair.
Hey, Cobbs! Cobbsy! l think he's been here.
Where did you drop him? (Siren) I understand, but that's not my probIem, is it? Anyway, another squad car's just arrived, so something's going on.
And listen, l want a new opening.
Yeah.
Are you ready? OK.
MuItipIe rapist John Peter Barrie is again at large, the self-proclaimed devil's disciple, whose seven-year reign of terror in the Midlands ended with his conviction two years ago.
- Here he is! - l've got to go.
Any more information? REPORTER: Inspector! - Can you make a statement, Chief lnspector? - Has Barrie been spotted or what? John Peter Barrie was dropped near here - after his escape.
- Dropped from what? He was given a lift in a lorry.
The driver is presently helping with an identikit.
But we know what Barrie looks like.
We did.
We now know that he was using a disguise.
You'II be given the identikit as soon as it's avaiIabIe.
Do you think he's still in the area? l can't say for certain, but er l would ask people in the area to be both vigilant and cautious.
Under no circumstances must this man be approached.
That's about all l can say at the moment.
Can you give us the driver's name? That really is everything for now, folks.
The minute we get anything at all, you'II hear about it.
REPORTER: Par for the course, when you think about it.
He's long gone, sir.
We've covered the whole area and not seen a thing.
No, l'm not so sure, Lewis.
He specifically said ''Oxford'' to that lorry driver.
But if he is here, why is he here? Why not London? Why not out of the country altogether? Did you warn that clergyman? - Erm, Appleton? - Yes.
Yes, l've arranged for us to meet him.
You'd better leave one car here.
- Get the rest back on the search.
- l'll talk to the lads.
(Engine starts) ? BRAHMS: Sextet for Strings No.
1 in B Flat Major Yes, yes, yes, yes.
That's excellent.
Truly.
It's so important to Iisten intensely.
Now Ah, excuse me.
lt would seem l've got some company.
Same time tomorrow.
Thanks ever so much.
Well done.
LEWlS: MarveIIous, sir.
lt's Brahms, opus 1 8.
The sextet's always a great favourite.
l thought l recognised it.
Chief lnspector Morse.
This is my sergeant, Lewis.
Canon Humphrey Appleton, Chief lnspector.
l thought it might be more convenient if we met here.
My own church is some way off.
Shall we go outside? Well, l'm most grateful to you for your warning call, Chief lnspector, but l honestly can't imagine why this miscreant should be so interested in me.
Barrie may be in the Oxford area, Canon.
And you're known to him.
Your interests, l mean.
Ah, you mean the newspaper article.
Do you think l could see that? Yes, there's also a manuscript and some sort of calendar.
But this is to be read on a dull Sunday over bacon and eggs.
Witches and wizards.
Eccentric.
Vaguely erotic, but essentially harmless.
You mean, there's more to it? Well, there may be occasional carnality, and more and more drugs are used, l hear, but not much actual rock'n'roll, Sergeant, no.
But l've been saying this sort of thing for years and no harm has come to me thus far.
l offer advice and support to people who wish to reform.
This other material, is it evidence or may l have a shufty? l was hoping you'd ask to see it.
l really do want to find out all l can about this man, Canon.
Well, you already know a great deal.
You know this man is evil.
But how he came to be evil, that'd be a truly fascinating investigation, Chief lnspector.
(Phone rings) MAN: Has anything caught your eye, Mr White? Er, yeah.
This one here.
Although it does seem a little down-at-heel.
Mill Cottage.
Yes, it might need some upgrading, but that is reflected in the asking price.
It does have a weaIth of originaI features, incIuding a working water miII.
- lt has the potential for a superb conversion.
- Hm.
Has there been much interest? Oh, yes, indeed.
l should advise any interested party to move PDQ.
l'll have to think about it, talk it over with my wife and children.
Do you have any particulars? Oh, certainly.
- Sarah, Mill Cottage, please.
- Straightaway, Mr Perry.
Oh, sorry, sir.
Have a look, sir.
They've done a good job.
Tattoo, everything.
- We're bound to have him soon.
MORSE: I hope so.
- ls Lewis around? - Your office.
With a couple of visitors.
This is Dr Esther Martin, sir.
We think we know how Barrie got out of Renwick.
MARTlN: I'd decided to cIean out my car.
l keep a travelling rug in the boot, Chief lnspector.
When she took it out, she found red stains on it, and human hair.
l'm perfectly able to explain this myself.
I Iive in Birmingham.
l have my own practice there.
The contract with Renwick is for two days a week and for two nights on call once a month.
Given the distance from my home, I spend my nights on caII at Renwick.
This morning, l had to go back to my office to get some papers .
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and l left the car open.
LEWlS: Did Barrie know you were on nights? MARTlN: I suppose so.
I worked with him cIoseIy.
He knew my routine.
l should think he almost certainly knew.
You weren't studying him, Doctor.
He was studying you.
I imagine this cock-and-buII story about demons was meant to keep you hooked.
''Cock and bull''? What does he mean, ''cock and bull''? Barrie's been taking us for a ride.
He's been planning this escape for a long time.
He'd hardly break out of the infirmary on the off chance there might be a taxi waiting, Doctor.
Your car, it has your name on it? - For security, yes.
- And it's less likely to be searched.
l suppose so.
Barrie supposed so, an' all.
He broke out of the infirmary with the intention of breaking into your car.
He's good at that.
He didn't need to break in.
You left your door open.
You say ''cock and bull'', Chief lnspector, but he told me about all those other women he'd abused.
At no cost to himself.
Nothing could be added to his sentence.
He was in there for life.
TeII me, how did he arrive at the conclusion that you were l can hardly bear to say it.
Astoreth's medium.
l started studying the occult.
lt was pretty tedious, but l persevered.
Eventually, l knew as much, if not more, than Barrie.
He became convinced that I was a Satanist, Iike himseIf.
He began to hint at other crimes that he hadn't been tried for.
I asked him to taIk about them, but he wouIdn't.
I was stiII onIy a woman, you see.
A ''brood mare'', he called me.
So I decided to raise my status.
l told him l'd been having strange dreams in which l'd been shown symbols.
He asked me to draw them and they made up the sigil of Astoreth.
A sigiI is an occuIt sign.
He thought he'd made the discovery himseIf.
After that, it was all l could do to stop him genuflecting when l came into the room.
You gave him the sleeping pills, you got him into the dramatic society, the infirmary, and, to top it off, you drove him out of the gate.
l'm sorry.
l thought what l was doing was .
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for the best.
Constable.
Come with me.
We'll get you some fresh air, Doctor.
(Plays gentle ending) BARRlE: You pIay Iike a man with ten thumbs, priest.
(Appleton gasps) Did l frighten you, shaman? lt's only a shadow, you fat fool.
A parIour trick.
See? A trick.
The sign of excommunication.
You shouId appreciate that,juju man.
Trickery is, after all, your stock in trade.
Not trickery.
l represent the truth.
You represent your own fat interests, charlatan.
Weakening men with your morality tales.
Do you know who l am? l think so.
The copper, the one in the red car, why did he come to you? Morse? He thought you might wish me harm.
He found some newspaper articles in your room.
(Laughs) Research.
Nothing more.
You are nothing to me, shaman.
Now, you get back to your little house and caII this Morse creature.
TeII him I wish to speak with him.
Go on, you fat slug! Tell Morse l want him here! (Church bells) - Keep your eyes open, Terry.
- Righto.
- Where's Johnson? - At the station.
But how did he know we'd spoken, Morse? l'd told no-one.
How did he know? l've gone over the church and grounds, sir.
- There's no sign of him.
- Thank you, Lewis.
At least we now know he's not after me, Chief lnspector.
He wanted those articles for research purposes, he said.
Have you had time to study the manuscript, Canon? Some of it.
lt says nothing original, but it is well-written and it shows Barrie to have a firm grasp of his subject.
How can someone so bright believe in all that stuff? l believe in an historical figure who made the lame walk and the blind see and raised himself from the dead, or don't you believe that? (Phone rings) Appleton.
lt's Barrie.
He wants to speak to you.
Morse.
The woman, Esther Martin, l want her brought to Oxford.
Now listen to me.
The situation is hopeless.
You can't stay on the run for ever.
Why not? l'm invisible, Morse.
l watched you speaking to that fat charlatan and you never even saw me.
l'm invisible.
Now, I want the woman brought to Oxford.
Why do you want her here? l'll tell you when you've brought her here.
Now, do l get her or not? l don't have the authority to make concessions.
lt's not a concession, Morse.
l'm giving you an order.
And l'm telling you l don't have the authority! You just made a mistake, Morse.
You'll see if you haven't.
(Line goes dead) LEWlS: What did he say? He wants Esther Martin brought to Oxford.
And when l refused, he said l'd made a mistake.
l get the feeling he's right.
Esther, come in.
Chief lnspector Morse has some information for us.
- Have you caught him? - No, not yet.
We are now certain that Barrie is in the Oxford area, Dr Martin, and, what's more, he intends to stay there.
For the moment, at least.
But we don't know why.
ln your dealings with him, did he ever mention Oxford? Not that l can remember, no, Chief lnspector.
But what makes you so sure about his intentions? Because Barrie asked for you to be brought to Oxford.
Good Lord! What did you say? l said no.
MARTlN: I think you may have made the wrong decision.
You shouId have agreed.
It wouIdn't have worried me.
You must understand that.
- You should have said yes.
- lt's not that simple, Doctor.
To Barrie it is.
And shouldn't this give us cause for thought? l mean, why does he want me there? Isn't it possibIe I'm right about Barrie, and he does really believe l am this medium, and he wants me nearby? Couldn't we possibly use that somehow? There is another possibility, Doctor - that he wants to harm you in some way.
He knows you tried to deceive him.
He didn't harm me when l drove him out of Renwick.
You had Mr Clough in the car.
Barrie would never have taken the chance.
l agree with the Chief lnspector, Esther.
We think you should stay at home until this is over.
l see.
lf you change your mind, you know where to find me.
(Starts engine) - (Miaows) - Hey, you just be patient, do you hear? You'd think you hadn't been fed in a month of Sundays.
(Back door opens) - ls that you, Stevie? Stevie? Stevie? Stevie? (Voice trembling) Stevie? Stevie? Look, l know someone's here.
l've got a knife here.
Stevie? (Sighs) (Screams) (Cat miaows) (Miaows) (Miaows) (Cat squeaIs) Foul is fair and fair is foul.
That's what your satanic Bible amounts to.
Righteousness is but a fetter on man.
Remove it and you have the superman.
But no veiled reference to Barrie's current intentions, if that's what you were hoping for.
A vague hope, yes.
Anything that might help us catch this man before he harms someone.
Well, there was something in the calendar.
- You mean you can make sense of that thing? - Oh, yes.
lt's in the language of the celestial alphabet, with a few sigils and symbols thrown in.
But there was a date marked out, August 1 st.
That's just a few days away.
Yes, Lammas Day, when homage is paid to the devil.
(Pager bleeps) - Oh, excuse me, sir.
Was there anything else? There was a sigil representing fire set down beside the date.
Now, l can't be certain of its significance, but satanic fundamentalists do regard fire as the prime symbol of their master's power.
How can you be so matter-of-fact about all this? Sigils, Lammas Day, ''the language of the celestial alphabet''.
We're about to enter the third millennium, Canon.
Yes, but the occult will always be with us, Chief lnspector.
lt reflects a part of our nature.
lf you believe that, it follows that we're all like Barrie, does it not? Well, potentially like him, yes.
ln church, he accused me of weakening men by what l do.
l preach morality and restraint.
Without those things, we have Barrie.
lt appals me to think there's a connection between myself and that man, but consider his crimes, Chief lnspector, and ask yourseIf this.
When we Iook at a woman, how many of us can say that our look is truly innocent? l can't.
So, from Barrie's point of view, he couId argue that what distinguishes him from me is his honesty.
LEWlS: Sir! Barrie.
He's abducted a woman.
Cobbs is inside, sir.
He left this for us, sir.
lt's written in blood.
Who lives here? A Mr and Mrs Trevors.
The chap outside's a Mr Tracey.
He came to buy some fresh eggs andfound this.
There's more through here.
(Clock chimes) LEWlS: More bIood.
COBBS: The Trevors had a cat, Sergeant.
Barrie said l'd made a mistake, Lewis.
And this is the consequence.
This is Barrie's doing, sir, no-one else's.
Do we know where Mr Trevors is? There's some business correspondence there, sir.
He seems to be a sign writer or a painter.
There's ajob offer from one of the coIIeges.
He shouId be there now.
We'd better go and tell him what happened here.
Maugham Willowbank.
Chief lnspector Morse? - This is Sergeant Lewis.
- How do you do? What's this all about? ls Trevors in some kind of trouble? l can't have an intimate knowledge of everyone l employ.
Just take us to see him, will you, Bursar? Mr Trevors, these ergentlemen would rather like We're police officers.
Chief lnspector Morse.
This is Sergeant Lewis.
We'vejust come from your house.
My house? Why? What's wrong? l'm very sorry, Mr Trevors, but we think your wife's been abducted.
That can't be right.
Holly? Abducted? She'll be out somewhere.
- You've made a mistake.
- No mistake, sir.
Well, who would do that? Well, why? Mr Trevors, are you familiar with the name John Peter Barrie? She wasn't taken by him? Not him? No.
Mr Trevors, we know this man plans very carefully what he does.
WouId you have noticed if anybody had been hanging around near your house recentIy? No, there was no-one.
WlLLOWBANK: Poor chap.
My staff and l will be happy to look after him until he's recovered.
l'd prefer Mr Trevors was taken home, Bursar.
We want to talk to him again.
As you wish.
There's one question, Mr Trevors.
Does your wife have a car? No.
No car.
How did Barrie get her away from the house, Lewis? He must have transport, sir.
You take Mr Trevors home.
Wait with him till Barrie calls.
l'll check and see what vehicles have been stolen since Barrie escaped.
Sergeant, l'd like a list of any vehicles stolen since Barrie's escape.
Up to his old tricks? lt looks like it.
ls Chief Superintendent Strange around? Press conference, sir.
- Chief Superintendent - Can you tell us Chief Superintendent, are you certain Barrie abducted Mrs Trevors? REPORTERS: Yes.
- Oh, that's There's no doubt.
No doubt at all.
A forensic examination of a message left for the police clearly implicates John Peter Barrie.
But why abduction, Chief Superintendent? That's not been Barrie's style.
There are certain matters we can't discuss.
REPORTERS: But why not? What l'd like to emphasise is this.
We now have approximately 1 00 men involved in the search for Barrie.
And these officers are engaged in mobiIe patroIs, door-to-door enquiries and extensive searches of premises and property.
This IeveI of activity wiII be sustained untiI this man is caught and Mrs Trevors returned to her famiIy.
What's he doing to my wife, meantime, till you catch him? What if he's having us on? That woman could be suffering God knows what agonies and we're sitting on our backsides.
Anything on the stolen cars? Not yet.
Everyone's been issued with a description.
(Phone rings) Morse.
You saw? - l saw.
- WeII? Do l get Martin? ls Mrs Trevors all right? You haven't harmed her? Not yet.
Do l get Martin? Why do you want her? She's a deceiver.
Like all of her kind, she has lessons to learn.
You can't expect us to hand her over to you.
l expect you to keep her till l'm ready for her.
August 1 st, you mean? Lammas Day.
Don't play games, Morse.
You people are no match for me.
We caught you before.
l'll let that go.
For now.
Now, l want the Martin woman brought to the Castle Hotel.
I want to see her go in at 10am.
Remember, I've stood next to you before, Morse.
You, be at the gate to Lees Farm at 1 1 o'clock tomorrow night.
(Morse sighs) l hope to God he was telling the truth about Mrs Trevors.
He didn't like that, did he, when you said he'd been caught? But he was caught.
Coming out of a house he'd burgled in Leicester.
lt was fortuitous.
A beat constable in the right place at the right time, but he was caught.
Why should that bother him? Now, l have been wondering what you were going to do with this.
Stick it in me? Liar! l wonder what it feels like.
A bit like a bee sting, l suppose, with the real pain coming afterwards.
Do you think so, huh? Like a sting? l'm sorry about the gag.
lt's just that they're out there looking for me.
They won't find me, of course.
Fear.
That's what this place smells of.
lt stinks of fear.
TAPE: ? Aria from Massenet's Manon (Knocks) Are you still here, sir? Yes.
Well, you know, calls to make, soundings to take.
What calls were those, sir? l've arranged for you to be at Lees Farm first thing in the morning with Sergeant Brenner.
Sergeant Brenner? What's he got to do with this? He's been on all the right courses, Morse.
Special surveillance.
- Hostage situations.
- That's not on, sir.
This is meant to be a simple handover.
No heroics.
- Barrie wiII be expecting something Iike that.
- Like what? l simply want you to go there early and get the lie of the land.
You're gambling with that woman's life.
At the very least, it's a professionally dubious course of action.
Don't you lecture me on professionalism, matey.
Look, what if we pull this off? We'd have done everyone a favour.
l don't know ''everyone'', but l know who Holly Trevors is and l know her husband.
We put her in this predicament and now we're going to compound that by trying some gung-ho rescue attempt! l think you've said enough, don't you, Chief lnspector? l really don't know, sir, but you can help me there.
ls there any point in putting my argument to higher councils? Absolutely none.
l see.
''Calls to make'' and ''soundings to take''.
You know the rules.
The rules.
(Slams door) (Bleating) The geographical configuration is good, Chief lnspector.
Those woods are the only zone of negative visibility for him.
He'll send her across from there.
And what does all that mean, Sergeant Brenner? l can incrementally populate that wood with my lads and sit and wait for him.
And what kind of condition will your Iads be in, after lying in there all day? Oh, l'll look after them, sir.
l, personally, can lie buried in a hole in the ground for up to three days.
Really? - Morning, Sergeant.
- She's all yours.
Let's get indoors quickly.
No sign of him, sir.
l'll just go and have another look round outside.
You've met Constable Curtis.
- Yes, she was very kind to me at the station.
- Can l take your case? No, it's all right.
l can manage myself, thanks.
l don't like fuss.
Constable Curtis will be in the next room.
And we've two big beefy men downstairs.
l've not yet been told what Barrie had to say, Chief lnspector.
I'd Iike to know.
He said you had a lesson to learn.
l see.
And Mrs Trevors? He says he hasn't harmed her.
lt's been decided, Doctor, to try to intercept Barrie when he releases Mrs Trevors.
- I thought you shouId know.
- Was that your idea? No.
Dr Martin, l referred to Barrie's arrest and it seemed to annoy him.
WouId you know why? Barrie was the devil's man, Chief lnspector.
His capture was a humiliation to him.
How did he deal with it? His paranoia came to the rescue.
He simply told himself he'd been betrayed.
- By whom? - l don't know.
l don't think he actually needed a person to pin the blame on.
This is Night Hawk 1 .
BRENNER: Time check at 2300.
Night Hawk 4.
Time check confirmed.
Night Hawk 1, this is Night Hawk 3.
Visual contact.
Visual contact.
This is Night Hawk 3.
On top of target.
Please advise.
Go, go, go, go, go! What the? - Who the hell are you? - Get his bloody hat off! lt's just a couple of bunnies for the pot.
- l swear.
- (Night Hawks groan) Target error, Night Hawk 1.
Target error.
(Distant organ) ? BACH: Toccata and Fugue in D Minor (Organ playing stops) (Whimpering) - (Muffled screams) - No, please don't panic.
lt's all right.
- l'm helping you.
- (Muffled) Thank you.
Oh, help me.
- Ow.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
HOLLY: Oh, God.
HeIp me, pIease.
Thanks.
(Door opens) - l'm Chief lnspector Morse, Mrs Trevors.
- Sergeant Lewis.
We'd like to ask you some questions, - if you feel able to answer.
- Yes.
Could you tell us what happened the day you were abducted, Mrs Trevors? Well, there's nothing much to tell.
l was feeding my cat and l heard a noise.
When l went to look, he was there.
When l woke up, l was in a dark room.
Could you see anything of the place you were held in? No, just an empty room, and that was dark most of the time.
But I'm sure it was in the country.
What was Barrie driving? Oh, some kind of van.
Did you see Barrie at any time? Oh, he came into the room and spoke to me.
How did he look? Not like your photo of him, l can tell you that.
He had dark hair.
A wig, maybe.
- He had a small beard.
- A beard? Mrs Trevors, could you describe him to our Photofit officer? l just want to get home to my husband.
Sergeant Lewis can get you home.
l can have the Photofit artist see you there.
lf you want.
(Knock at door) - Who is it? Chief Inspector Morse.
Come in, Chief lnspector.
- Have a seat.
- Thank you.
- Have you been to the hospital? - Yes.
Barrie ermdidn't assault Mrs Trevors.
Was she able to help you? We know that he's driving a van of some kind, that she was held in the country and that Barrie is using a new disguise.
He seems to be very resourceful, doesn't he, Chief lnspector? Dr Martin, l can't tell you not to worry.
But, despite Barrie's undoubted confidence in his own ability, I think he'd find it difficuIt to reach you here.
Chief lnspector, you've got a lot on your plate without having to reassure me.
And it's not too bad here, anyway.
l've even managed to get some work done.
ls that your family? Yes.
My mum and dad and my three brothers.
That's Harry.
He's the eldest.
He's a QC now.
And Jimmy, he's in the Air Force.
And Eric's got his own computer firm.
And then there's me.
- You're the youngest? - Yes.
l imagine there was a great deal of competition to be your protector.
l wouldn't have allowed that.
Besides, l think the idea of my needing protection would have amused those boys.
Yes, growing up with those three was very instructive.
- About what? - Getting ready for the adult world.
lf l'd allowed myself to be cosseted, that would not have been an ideal preparation.
You're probably right, but l can't see you as a tomboy.
Well, that was then.
How about that? ls that close to what you mean? That's it.
That's as close as l can remember.
Thanks, Mrs Trevors.
You've been marvellous.
And thank you, Mr Trevors, for your patience.
lf you want, l can have someone at the house for a while.
There's no need for that.
l can look after my own.
(Car engine starts) (Car drives away) Aren't you glad to see me, Stevie? Why'd you get involved with them coppers? Telling 'em things.
l had no choice, did l? lt's going to say on the news who helped, isn't it? What's Barrie going to do about that? - You shouId have said nothing.
- He won't come back here, will he? You'll have to kill him if he comes back, Stevie.
Do you think he'll come back? That depends, doesn't it, on how much he enjoyed your company? Nothing happened, Stevie.
l swear nothing happened.
You expect me to believe that? Barrie lifts you and you say, ''Nothing happened.
'' lt's the truth, Stevie.
(Holly screams) Where's he getting all this stuff? Could he be buying it somewhere? There are plenty of outlets - fancy-dress hire, joke shops, theatrical retailers, but it's expensive.
Then where does he get the money? And the van.
There's still no report of any stolen van.
No.
l want to talk to Appleton, Lewis.
See that this is distributed to the media and get a copy to The Mail.
? BRAHMS: Sextet for Strings No.
1 in B Flat Major Marvellous! That was terribly good.
l'll tell you what, let's take a break.
Ten minutes.
All right? - That was wonderful.
- Thank you very much.
Do you know, when all the excitement died down the other night, l had this sudden realisation that Barrie had been a pretty fair organist, and he played a religious tune, too.
Doesn't that make you wonder? lt's not a priority, no.
Sorry.
Just a thought.
Canon, Barrie has the use of a van, he has the use of a house and he's managed to acquire a new disguise.
l think someone's helping him.
Yes, but who? ls it possible that he's made contact with fellow occultists in the area? Are there occultists in Oxford? Oh, yes.
l couldn't give you any names, but they are here.
ls there any way l can get names? There are bookshops that specialise in occult literature.
You could always consider asking to see their maiIing Iists.
There's a shop in Oxford? No, the nearest one is Wycombe.
A small place called Esoterica.
Run by a Mr Heironymous St John.
(Phone rings) - Hi, Jane.
- You haven't gone and caught him? - We've just put today's item together.
- No.
The new Photofit.
We'd like you to get it in.
Let's have a look at him.
Look at him! - You - Can l have a look at that, please? l think l've seen him.
What? l have seen him.
He was there on that first day at the car-park-and-ride.
TANNOY: The Reading and London train wiII depart from PIatform 1 at 1 5:19.
BARRlE: Room for one more? I think so.
(Chuckles) Of course it is.
Nine letters.
(Reads clue) You are looking at it.
''Crossword.
'' Get it? Very clever.
- Your hobby? - No, l just like puzzles in general, really.
Keeps the brain ticking over.
Holiday? Lanzarote.
Costa Teguise.
lt's a bit quiet, but l like it.
lt's not that quiet.
And you without the wife! No.
l'm a widower, actually.
- Oh, that was clumsy of me.
l'm sorry.
- That's all right.
No, it was wrong of me.
l live alone as well.
Divorced.
l mean, the children come round occasionally, you know, but it's not the same.
What about you? One boy.
He lives in South Africa.
Well, that's not much good, is it? lt was definitely him.
l could tell there was something about him.
His eyes were boring into me.
That's the one.
Mill Cottage.
- (Reads) A unique opportunity to acquire - Thank you.
Lewis.
- Hold it! COBBS: It's onIy us.
The place is empty, sir, but there's been someone living there.
Food scraps.
Bits of paper.
That sort of thing.
- Thank you, Cobbs.
- Sir.
We could button the whole place up again, sir, wait for him to come.
He won't be back here, Lewis.
Whatever else he is, he's not stupid.
He must know the estate agent can identify him.
What's worrying is he doesn't seem to care too much.
- Don't your colleagues want something to eat? - l don't know what's happening with them.
Anyway, they look as if they could do with missing a meal or two! - Evening, sir.
- Constable.
Dr Martin.
May l? Please, Chief lnspector.
- Do you want to order something? - No, thank you.
- Has there been any more news? - None, l'm afraid.
How's he managing to keep one jump ahead, sir? ls it just luck? Not luck, Constable.
l think Barrie's getting help.
From where? Possibly from occultists in the area.
l intend following it up.
And Esther, sir? Barrie's made no effort to contact us.
All we can do is keep you here and stay alert.
What about your domestic arrangements? - Oh, that's not a problem, sir.
- You're not married? l live with someone.
He divides his time between me and the motorbike, but he's all right.
- He's got a motorbike? - Yeah.
l had a motorbike once.
You? What was it? A Harley, actually.
lt belonged to my eldest brother, and the supposition was that it wouId pass on to the next maIe in the Iine.
But l challenged my other brothers to a speed trial, saw them both off and got to keep the bike.
That's wonderful.
That's fantastic, Doctor! Why should Dr Martin's success cause you such unbounded joy, Constable? Oh, no reason, sir.
Come on.
You could barely contain yourself.
l was pleased because she beat them at what's considered their own game.
That's never easy for a woman, as we don't get to make the rules.
Or don't you agree, sir? Yes, l do, but in beating them at their own games, aren't you in danger of Iosing something essentiaI? Our cuddly qualities, sir? lf you mean a disinclination to violence and a greater capacity for fair-mindedness and compassion, then yes, your "cuddIy" quaIities.
l've always seen femininity as a a guarantor of civilisation.
You've rather an idealised view of us.
That may be, but it is my view.
l can sum up your idea of feminine qualities in one word.
Weakness.
And it's that weakness that sustains discrimination, inequality and violence in all its forms.
From the Saturday-night slap to the kind of things we get from this bastard we're chasing.
Are you sure you don't want any coffee, Chief lnspector? No, thank you, Doctor.
l appear to have upset Constable Curtis.
That was inexcusabIe, even if it was unintentional.
Good night.
MARTlN: Good night.
- Constable.
Sir.
From what the reporter, Broomfield, has told us, Barrie's been driving this van since his escape, but no van has been reported stolen.
Then there's this make-up, sir.
Where's it all coming from? LEWlS: Someone's Iooking after Barrie.
This shop in Wycombe, what kind of muck do they peddle? Oh, exegeses on ancient grimoires, l should think, sir.
Ah, l see.
You'd better get up there, Lewis.
lf there's any nonsense, tell this Heironymous - that we'II bring the roof down on him.
- Right, sir.
''Exegeses on ancient grimoires''? lt's good, isn't it? l got it from a book in the library.
(Bell) They're against it, you know.
Are they? Why's that? Who knows? Could it be that hell is not so commodious, that it couldn't cope with the sudden influx? Mr Saint John? - That's ''Sin-jun''.
- ls it? My name's Sergeant Lew-is, from Thames Valley ClD, and I'd Iike to Iook at your maiIing Iist, pIease.
Oh, l'm afraid that's not possible, Sergeant Lewis.
You see, I guarantee strict confidentiaIity to my cIients.
We live in such intolerant times.
lf l don't get a look at the list, l'll be back here in half an hour with a court order and three or four very nosy lads from the press, Mr Saint John.
(Footsteps) (Children argue) £1 .
60, please.
Keep the change.
(Mumbles) Thank you very much.
Look, l'm sure it's him.
No, he didn't look like the photograph, but he's got that tattoo.
''Keep an eye on him''? Who do you think l am, Arnold Schwarzenegger? Get someone down here quick.
(Siren) l'm telling you, it was him.
Sitting out there like a regular tourist reading the London A to Z.
You're sure it was the London A to Z? - Positive.
- And which way did he go? Up towards the motorway.
l guess he knew l'd recognised him.
l guess he did.
Could you describe him to a Photofit officer? l'd better.
You lot have got him all wrong.
COBBS: Sir.
Just had a call from Sergeant Lewis.
He's come up with a name.
Maugham Willowbank.
Have l got that right? Oh, yes.
(Siren) Chief lnspector Morse? This way, please.
(Bells chime) MAN: You just haven't got enough work.
- Are you mad? - No.
- Chief lnspector Morse, Bursar.
- Mr Willowbank knows who we are.
Come in, Chief lnspector.
May l introduce my solicitor, George Granger? Your solicitor? You just happened to be passing, Mr Granger? No.
My client received a telephone call from a Mr St John of Wycombe.
Mr St John informed my cIient that certain enquiries had been made at his estabIishment concerning recipients of arcane literature.
Since my client is such a recipient - whose interest is wholly academic, l might add - he thought it prudent to avaiI himseIf of my advice.
Did he? He did, and in view of your brusque manner, Chief lnspector, I shouId say wiseIy so.
John Peter Barrie.
The man who's absconded from bedlam? What's he to do with this? Barrie shares your client's interest in the arcane, Mr Granger.
He's in this area.
LEWlS: Someone's heIping him to stay free.
- He abducted a woman, Mrs Holly Trevors.
Mr Trevors was working here at the time, which we think was convenient, because it left Barrie free to enter his home, violently assault Mrs Trevors and hoId her against her wiII.
Let me see if l can grasp the essence of what you both have said.
You're suggesting my client is aiding this lunatic Barrie as a consequence of a shared interest in rare books.
But when you Iast conversed with my cIient, he had that day returned from, l believe, a tedious seminar on management theory in Torquay.
How couId he have heIped this man? We're not accusing your client, but he did know Mrs Trevors would be alone.
Did he? But my client has only the scantest knowledge of Mr Trevors and none at aII concerning his maritaI status.
Mr Trevors is a skilled artisan, recommended to my client by myself following an exquisite job of work he rendered on a frieze at my home.
l still have the letter of commendation.
I humbIy suggest that Mr Trevors'commission here and his wife's regrettable experience are purely coincidental.
UnIess you can prove otherwise.
l merely wanted to question your client, Mr Granger.
Then l hope our answers have been satisfactory, so that you can leave my client in peace.
And I mean in peace.
The Iaw wiII not aIIow his thirst for ancient knowledge to be used as justification for a witch-hunt.
(Gate squeaks) There's been some news on the radio.
Barrie might be headed for London.
Oh? We can all get on with our lives, then, can't we? That was a bit hard to take.
There's a connection, Lewis.
Willowbank's an occultist.
He employs Trevors, whose wife is abducted by another occultist.
There's a connection and we're not seeing it.
Well, it might not be our problem any more, not if Barrie's gone to London.
And if he has, he'll be back.
Why have Esther Martin brought to Oxford and then walk off? lt doesn't make any sense.
Well, whatever Barrie's up to, we'll find out soon enough.
Today's Lammas Day.
(Chanting) Lammas Day.
The deviI's day.
Lammas Day is the deviI's day.
The deviI's day.
Lammas Day is the deviI's day.
My lord and master, Prince Lucifer, l acknowledge thee as my true god and promise to obey and serve thee aII the days of my Iife.
l renounce the false god and the false prophet Jesus Christ and all the saints and sacraments of the Church.
l (Screaming) (Confused shouting) HeIp! HeIp! HeIp! (Screams of terror) - That'll do me.
l've got a couple of prints off him.
- Thank you.
APPLETON: Who couId it be? MORSE: Whoever it is, I think Barrie kiIIed him.
He's been stabbed, then the body doused with petrol and set alight.
Fire, and on Lammas Day, Canon.
What went on here, Canon? Well, a black mass, quite clearly, Chief lnspector.
Might l look at the altar? - Yes, of course.
- Thank you.
Would you empty the chalice for me, please, Sergeant? Yeah.
Turnip.
Dyed bIack.
A parody of the Eucharist.
Seven.
There were seven of them, Morse.
The dead man and six others.
You mean Barrie walked in here and did that in front of six people and theyjust stood and watched?! Terror, Morse.
Something terrified them.
Lewis, go and check the dead man's prints with criminal records.
l want to talk to Willowbank.
(Morse knocks on door) Mr Willowbank? This is Chief lnspector Morse! Open the door, please! Mr Willowbank, open the door! (Chain is removed and door unlocked) Sergeant, what about that? Yeah, what about that? Let's see if we can get a print-out of the full case report.
You were at the clearing in Newham Wood last night.
l'd like to know what happened there, Mr Willowbank.
l can't help.
l ca l can't help.
Listen to me.
A man was murdered at that clearing.
(Sobs) He was taken.
l conjured him up.
I I conjured him up.
The Goat of Mendes.
l saw him reach into my brother's flesh .
.
and tear out his very soul.
- What you saw was a murder.
- No! l saw him walk through the fire! Mr Willowbank, since when has the devil needed four-star petrol for his pyrotechnic displays? What you saw was a man, John Peter Barrie, made up to look like God knows what.
lt was Barrie! A man? Barrie? l want the names of the others - and the name of the dead man.
- Oh, no names, please.
The name of the dead man.
Sir! l've got something on the dead man.
The dead man is Steven Trevors, Lewis.
Trevors? What have you got on him? Well, l think he was once Barrie's partner, sir.
Trevors' fingerprints showed up in criminal records.
Seven years ago, there were two reported rapes in the Chesterfield area.
Both attacks were carried out by two men.
Their victims, a Miss Edwina Trent and a Mrs Emily Hallett, were both assaulted in their own homes.
Mrs HaIIett was hit with an ashtray.
That's how we got the fingerprint.
Unfortunately, there was never a name or a face to go with the print until now.
Chesterfield was in Barrie's old patch, sir.
His partner.
lt's perfect, Lewis.
That's why he came to Oxford.
He knew he'd get heIp here.
But Mrs Trevors, sir, are we saying her husband helped set up her abduction? Why not? You've read this.
Even if Trevors wanted to, he couldn't have refused.
Barrie knew about his background.
He couId have threatened to expose him.
You'd better go and see Mrs Trevors, tell her what happened.
- What will l tell her, sir? - That she's a widow.
The rest can wait.
(Door chime) Mrs Trevors? lt's the police.
Mrs Trevors? Take a look around.
MORSE: Barrie and Trevors were once partners.
They split up, but Barrie went on his own and eventually got caught.
Now, if he believed he'd been betrayed, wouIdn't he suspect his former associate? But if you're right, why didn't he betray Trevors in turn? He was keeping Trevors for his own brand of retribution.
But these items taken from the victims, the lighter and the brooch, Barrie never took anything other than their dignity.
- Taking things adds to the risk of getting caught.
- Maybe Trevors wasn't as careful.
We know Barrie was careful, sir, and there's this victim here, Mrs Hallett.
She and her husband worked from home.
They'd normally be in the house together.
How couId the two men have known she'd be aIone? That had to be an opportunist attack.
That's not Barrie's style.
That point l can't argue with.
Chief lnspector what does all this mean for me? Barrie said that we were to keep you till he was ready for you.
Meaning Trevors first, me next.
- Nothing, sarge.
- No.
Me neither.
Come on.
(Upstairs floorboard creaks) (Further creaking) There's someone up there.
Yeah.
Come on.
- Sarge.
- What? Well, what if it's Barrie? - Ask him to come down.
- Oh, right.
(Screams) (Door chime) lt's all right.
lt'll be Appleton.
Morse.
l've told the Canon how we found her, sir.
She refuses to talk to us.
She asked to see you.
She should be seeing a doctor.
LEWlS: She wouIdn't aIIow us to caII one in.
(Sighs) You asked to see me, Mrs Trevors? Something happened last night.
Something terrible happened.
l know.
These two are saying it was a man.
lt was Barrie.
l want to hear what you say.
Mrs Trevors, if the devil came down onto the earth last night .
.
why would l deny it? The churches wouId be fiIIed with sinners wishing to repent.
No.
What you saw was a man.
lt was Barrie.
But he caught hold of my Stevie.
Why should Barrie want Stevie? He's He's He's got nothing against us.
Mrs Trevors, l'm very sorry, but Barrie murdered your husband last night.
But why? We We don't know for certain.
Try and get some rest, Mrs Trevors.
Try and get to sleep now.
The thing is, l knew something like this would happen.
l wanted no part of their witchcraft.
lt was Stevie.
He said l had to go along with him.
ls there no-one we can call, Mrs Trevors? No-one.
MORSE: As in everything else, Barrie seems to have been very careful in his choice of partner.
Do you know, l almost wish he'd .
.
well, try whatever it is he intends to try.
All this waiting is getting quite unnerving.
lt's been less than 24 hours since he murdered Trevors.
l think he'll wait a little while longer in the hope that we'll lower our guard.
lt must have been very difficult, working so closely with him.
lt was.
When he told me about his crimes, he could get quite explicit.
He'd relive them for me.
ls there no-one else who could have done it? lt was my job, Chief lnspector.
There were plenty of other people who wanted it, but l was the best qualified.
l got it on merit.
l sense you think l was the wrong choice.
Too cuddly, maybe? That's not my word, but, if you must know, l wouldn't have let someone like you within a million miles of him.
(Sighs) (Knock at door) Hello, Holly.
What do you think, hm? Do l make a passable bitch? - What do you want? - Two things.
Last night, in front of the fire, for some odd reason l was thinking of Stevie and his liking for trinkets.
Have you still got them, Holly? Yes.
He betrayed me, therefore he must forfeit everything that was granted him.
He didn't betray you.
Don't lie for him, Holly! Now, show me the trinkets.
- They're in that drawer.
- Go and fetch them, Holly.
Holly (Gunshot) l'm not looking forward to this.
ls there a tactful way to tell Mrs Trevors her husband's a rapist? l'd be happy to know if there was, since l'm the one who'll be doing the telling.
lt's all over.
l've shot him.
He's at my house.
l've shot Barrie at my house.
MRS TREVORS: He feII there.
You can see the bIood.
l tell you, l shot him.
What happened to the gun? l dropped it.
He must have picked it up.
How did you get him to where the gun was, Mrs Trevors? Wasn't he suspicious when you went into the drawer? He said he wanted money to get away.
l said we had none, but l had some jewellery.
The jewellery was in the drawer? No.
No, l keep that in my bedroom.
Would you mind checking that it's still there, Mrs Trevors? Why? lf he had the presence of mind to pick up the gun, he might have gone in search of thejeweIIery.
There's not much, but it's all here.
May l? You've got some nice things here, Mrs Trevors.
MORSE: Presents from your husband? - Not likely.
l ermpicked them up at a sale somewhere.
You bought this in a sale? Yes.
And this? All of them.
That's what l said, isn't it? You know where these came from, don't you? These items were taken from women assaulted by your husband.
My God.
You knew.
This is just a precaution, that's all.
Barrie's been shot.
He's hardly going to come here now.
Mrs Trevors, did they say why she was being kept in custody? All l know is he went to the house and she shot him.
Now, everything's going to be aII right, OK? You did know where these came from, didn't you, Mrs Trevors? Of course she knew, Lewis, but are we to believe that her husband just came out and told her that he'd robbed and raped these women? A victim of Barrie and your husband.
Mrs Hallett.
She and her husband worked from home, and yet she was aIone on the day of the attack.
The police asked for a list of visitors to the house that day.
One of them was a woman.
She was selling stationery and Mrs Hallett bought some.
The woman was never traced.
lt didn't seem important at the time.
Why should it? A woman involved in that? l wonder if Mrs Hallett would recognise that woman if she saw her again.
Or Miss Edwina Trent? Would you like to meet those women, Mrs Trevors? No.
lt was them women or me.
That's how l saw it.
We met Barrie through the religion.
He dominated Stevie.
lf l hadn't have helped, l'd have got what for.
Where's Barrie now, Mrs Trevors? l don't know.
How should l know? Because you and your husband have been helping him.
He killed Stevie and he abducted me.
You didn't know he was here to kill your husband? And as for your abduction, what abduction? No! Why should l lie? You know about everything else.
- Why did he come to the house today? - He came for these.
But he'd been to the house.
Why didn't he ask for them then? - l don't know.
- And when you were abducted? He didn't mention them.
Then why the sudden importance to him? l don't know.
Tell me about these, Mrs Trevors.
The ring came from some woman Barrie set up.
And the bracelet? She was the first one.
Just some woman.
There's an inscription inside, but no name.
We were out driving and saw her at the side of the road.
She had a motorbike and Stevie wanted to look.
(Reads) To a fast lady, from beaten, but still-loving brothers.
HOLLY: It was caIIed something Iike a man's name.
Harley-Davidson.
That's it.
All along All along, she's been telling us how she did it, Lewis, and l thought she was a fool.
The first number's a call box.
The second one's a house at 1 0 Oak Road, Oxford.
(Front door opens) Esther? ls that you? lt's me, John.
Have you seen what she's done to me? Have you seen what that bitch has done to me? She said the trinkets were in a drawer.
Have you got them? Did you bring them for me? How could l? l didn't have time to search.
- She shot me.
- l told you! lt was in my dream.
Astoreth showed me the objects.
The Trevors woman was never to enjoy them.
She was the traitor's concubine.
l told you.
Am l going to die, Esther? Let me look.
l'm sorry.
The frock was stuck to the wound.
You are going to die, John.
Are you afraid? No.
l've been a good servant.
I shaII sit on the right hand of the Master.
l'm not afraid.
Good.
POLlCE OFFlCER: John Peter Barrie, the house is surrounded by armed poIice officers.
Throw out your weapons and give yourseIf up.
Do you hear that? lt's the police.
Your failure has led them here.
There'II be no seat at the right hand of the Master now.
You've put me in danger.
No, it was not my fault.
Morse is out there.
Oh, how he's going to gloat about this.
But there is one last service you can perform, John.
l've got no gun.
l want to speak to Morse.
I've rigged the house.
If you want to see that woman aIive again, l have to speak to Morse.
What are you going to do? You can't go out there.
And if he has rigged the house? No, he's half-dead and unarmed.
Barrie? What have you done to the house? l haven't done anything to the house, Morse.
l just wanted to say goodbye.
(Clicks on empty barrel) lt's all right, Nora.
About the gun, l mean.
How did you know where l'd be, Chief lnspector? You had to have contacted Barrie to send him after the jewellery.
The hotel provides its customers with itemised telephone bills.
MARTlN: Oh.
You'd been in touch with him all along, - Ietting him know what we were thinking? - Yes.
When did you first meet Barrie, Dr Martin? Erm, it was about ten years ago.
Erm l'd broken down on my motorbike.
l thought they'd stopped to help.
l could see the woman in the van.
I thought I was safe.
Before that night .
.
life had been good to me.
l'd known only love and friendship.
l couldn't believe it was happening to me.
(ControIs sobs) And afterwards, l was too ashamed to tell anyone.
Two men and two women on a road at night.
Who'd have believed me? I'd never have gotjustice.
During it, l l noticed a tattoo on one of the men's arms.
When Barrie was arrested, l knew it was him.
And he didn't even recognise you when he saw you? Why should he? l'd been less than nothing to him.
l really did try to understand Barrie.
But .
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being so near him in the hospitaI, all that time .
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l thought l'd go mad.
Perhaps l did.
Because at some point, l decided l'd kill him.
And Barrie himself provided the method with his obsession about betrayal? Yes.
When l told him about the dreams, he said if l was Astoreth's medium, l could tell him who'd betrayed him.
So l described my own ordeal and l told him he'd been betrayed by the other man.
Then he said if l was Astoreth's medium, l could get him out of the hospital.
So l began to see a way l could pay them both back.
lt was as though we were locked together in some absurd game, each driven by our own hatred.
The rest you know, Chief lnspector.
You got Barrie out to murder Trevors .
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and then you intended to kill Barrie and return to the hotel unnoticed.
lf we hadn't have arrived at the house, could you have gone through with it, Doctor? You're a good man, Chief lnspector.
l can't expect you to understand or condone my actions.
But When you find the owner of this ring and tell her what l did .
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look into her eyes.
You'll find the answer to your question there.