Captioning sponsored by VIEWERS LIKE YOU (thunder) (woman wailing) ♫♫ (machinery buzzing and pounding) (opera music playing) Morning.

Percy Malleson.

(machine stamping) (engine downshifts) (horn honking) (car approaching) There he goes.

Turd of Turd Hall.

BRIGHT: The royal party will arrive at the factory at 11:45 sharp, whereupon, Her Royal Highness Princess Margaret will be escorted on a tour of the works by company chairman Mr. Henry Broom.

After the official unveiling of the new Standfast Mark Two surface-to-air missile and subsequent viewing and appreciation of the same, Her Royal Highness will then repair to the main company offices, where refreshments and a light, buffet-style luncheon will be graciously enjoyed.

Now, the purpose of this visit is to help promote British industry abroad.

To that end, a trade delegation led by His Highness Crown Prince Nabil of the United Hashemite Kingdoms will also be in attendance, together with ministers from the Board of Overseas Trade.

This station has been awarded the signal honor of providing additional security for the duration of the visit.

The world will be watching.

♫♫ Morning, matey.

How do I look?

Very... dependable?

I was hoping for smart.

Been up half the night on these buttons.

The Pathe mob are covering it, aren't they?

Got to look your best.

After the first "Your Highness," it's Ma'am, you see?

To rhyme with Spam.

Sir.

Morse.

Rather than smarm.

What?

To rhyme with, sir.

Ma'am, not Marm.

Just so.

The royal party is expected to depart the factory at 1400.

So I would expect a return to barracks by 1430.

Manage till then?

Do our best, sir.

Didn't get your invite, then?

The royal garden party.

Thought you'd have been first on the guest list.

My parking space is occupied by men up ladders hanging bunting.

I wouldn't mind, but I've just had to cross the factory floor.

Not to mention the whole place reeks of paint.

All for the sake of buttering up a few wogs.

All for the sake of 36 Standfast missiles.

Three years' output, Johnny, potentially.

I'd have thought even you might see how vital this contract is.

Of course I see.

I just wish we didn't have to turn the whole place upside down to do it.

Good morning, Brenda.

Morning, Mr. Broom.

Tea?

Coffee?

No, not now.

There's a piece in Flight on the visit.

Quoting Dickie.

"What's good for British Imperial Electric is good for Britain," apparently.

Oh, morning, Alice.

How lovely you look today.

Thank you, Johnny.

For Her Highness?

ALICE: For your wife.

Nora can't abide cut flowers.

Nor they her.

Blooms wither at her passing.

They say a scorpion stung her once.

And died.

Damn!

I never liked these things.

Here.

You're all fingers and thumbs.

What would I do without you, Miss Vexin?

Reg Tracepurcel is waiting to see you.

This business with Lenny Frost?

Labor relations is Johnny's purview.

If you want him to go away, get Dick to handle him.

Comrade Reg is a sucker for tales of Bomber Command.

Where is Dickie?

Boardroom, last time I looked.

Keep him straight today, Johnny.

At least until everyone's gone.

NORA: Thank you, Michael.

Henry.

Nora.

Good run?

The lights turned green for me when I asked them to.

You needn't have gone to all this trouble.

Thank you.

Richard.

Mother.

Bourbon?

For breakfast?

I knew you were coming.

Now, where's Little Boots?

I wish you wouldn't call me that.

How are you?

I endure.

Is Estella not joining us?

Later.

You know your sister has no head for business.

Shall we?

I do hope there are sandwiches.

There's only so much obsequious insincerity I can take on an empty stomach.

(speaking quietly) That's the second time he's had that today.

TRACEPURCEL: Hoppit.

You really think being found on the premises is going to help your case?

You were going to go see Mr. Johnny.

Yeah, well, it's been put back.

I wasn't negligent, Reg.

You got to tell 'em.

I'll get it straightened, I promise.

Yeah?

Well, you'd better.

Because I know who landed me in it.

And so do you.

(cheering and applause) That's it, give them a good cheer.

(applause gets louder) DOROTHEA: Pictures!

Pictures, Charlie.

We can't compete with that lot.

The written word is dead.

(film rolling) And this is Dr. Volk.

This is the moment.

WORKERS: Four, three, two, one... (cheering and applause) HENRY: Went well, I thought.

Did you get any sense from the Arabs as to how things are progressing?

Crown Prince Nabil had one or two questions about... Well, whatever it is, I'm sure Estella distracted him beautifully.

That is why you sat them together.

How nice to know one's good for something.

NORA: So, to what do we owe this extraordinary convocation of the Board?

I've tabled an agenda.

I'm not about to sleepwalk my way into an ambush, Henry.

When were you going to spring it on me?

"Matters arising"?

"Any other business"?

What's not in that paper?

No, don't tell me, let me guess.

The proposed merger with the French, perhaps?

You may have banished me from hearth and home, but I still hold 33% of the company's stock.

A minority share.

I also have our daughter's proxy.

Estella's two percent.

Even a fool could work that one out.

Johnny?

I know what it means.

It means you can block any proposal.

You wouldn't have come here if you weren't willing to negotiate.

Perhaps I just fancied seeing how a princess holds her fork.

(door slams) Her Royal Highness put everyone quite at their ease.

A marvelous quality, don't you think?

She spoke to you then, sir?

Oh, yes.

Protocol dictates, of course, that one has to wait for Her Royal Highness to speak to one first, of course, but... (phone rings) Morse, phone.

"Have you come far?"

she said.

Just like that.

As regular and familiar as you please.

CID, Morse.

"Have you come far?"

What did you say?

That I hadn't.

One for the memoirs, sir.

Yes.

I think we can all take pride that everything went off without the slightest hitch.

ENDEAVOUR: That was British Imperial, sir.

A body's been found at the factory.

Looks like murder.

Richard Broom, chief superintendent.

Works manager.

We met earlier.

You stay here, no one in or out.

RICHARD: The name of the deceased is Malleson, Percy Malleson.

Been with us about six months.

THURSDAY: As what?

RICHARD: General fitter.

Worked on fuselage assembly.

THURSDAY: Reliable?

RICHARD: Yes.

Good timekeeper, no complaints about his work.

Who found him?

My father's personal assistant.

It's, uh... it's just in there.

Though what he was doing here...?

When was he found?

About an hour ago.

All right, Mr. Broom, we'll take it from here.

Don't go too far.

I'm sure we'll be needing you presently.

THURSDAY: Dr. DeBryn.

MAX: Gentlemen.

THURSDAY: What've you got?

Not enough room to swing a cat.

As you can see... What is that, a screwdriver?

Driven into the right ocular orbit with some considerable force.

Death would have been instantaneous?

More or less.

No chance it could've been an accident.

Not unless he picked himself up and dragged himself in here.

There's blood on the skirting and on the wall.

Any idea what time?

Body temperature would suggest about four hours ago.

Certainly not so much as five.

Just about the time Her Royal Highness arrived.

Well, that's one suspect we can rule out at least.

Hardly a matter for levity, Thursday.

No, sir, but we were charged with protecting her security.

That duty was discharged admirably, as far as I can make out.

Whatever else happened here, no blame can attach to the station.

Me, you mean.

I doubt Division will take so charitable a view of things.

The palace will have to be notified.

Whole to-do's a complete bloody mess!

Watch what you're doing, Morse.

For God's sake!

Oops.

There is one other thing.

Not that it's likely to be much use to you... but this was in his pocket.

Is it murder?

Yes, madam.

It would appear so.

My God.

"When troubles come..." Sir?

We're in the middle of some very delicate business discussions.

This really couldn't be more inconvenient for the company.

Rather more than "inconvenient" for the victim, wouldn't you say?

BRIGHT: Thank you, Constable.

I think perhaps myself, Inspector Thursday and Sergeant Jakes are sufficient manpower to the task at hand.

If you'd like to wait outside.

The victim was a fitter?

That's right.

He wouldn't have used a stopwatch in his work at all?

A stopwatch?

One was found on his body, sir.

No, I mean, that's more the sort of thing one would expect to find the research boys carrying around.

But fuselage assembly?

No need for it, I shouldn't have thought.

If there was nothing else?

Sir.

(phone ringing) I'm going to need an account from each of you as to your movements between 10:30 and 12:00.

From us?

This will be some falling out on the shop floor, surely.

Over money or a girl or something.

Talk to Tracepurcel.

Reg Tracepurcel.

Shop steward.

HENRY: He knows the ins and outs of these people.

At least he should do.

What the union pays him for.

ESTELLA: Who is it's died?

You wouldn't know him; man called Malleson.

Percy Malleson?

Fuselage assembly?

I was casting an eye over the payroll.

RICHARD: You were?

ESTELLA: Hard to believe, I know, but my interests do extend beyond the realm of Horse and Hound.

Since when?

JOHNNY: Well, I've never heard of him, I'm afraid.

It's impossible to know all their names.

Harry did.

My late brother.

He was very good like that.

The common touch.

(phone ringing) Can I help you?

Police.

Miss...?

Morse?

Alice?

Alice... Vexin.

Uh, of course.

I was across the stair from... Susan.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Um... (phone ringing) Forgive me.

You've changed your... Oh, have I?

I imagine I must.

Forgive me, I didn't recognize you.

No earthly reason you should.

I suppose not, six years.

Seven.

I think.

Besides, we only met half a dozen times... properly, anyway.

Though I think Alex Reece and I made a four once and came upriver with you one Sunday.

That's right.

Good heavens.

It poured all afternoon.

Do you remember?

Yes.

Morse?

My colleague.

DS Jakes.

Miss Alice Vexin.

You're the one found the body.

We're going to need to talk to you, Miss.

Don't go anywhere.

Morse?

Well, it was...

Despite the, uh... You too.

You know her?

We were up at the same time.

At Oxford.

I know what "up" means.

Girlfriend, was she?

What makes you say that?

Way she looked at you.

Tell you, play your cards right, mate, you're on a promise there.

Nice bit of homework too.

Don't do yourself any favors, do you?

Without fear or favor.

Isn't that the job?

Well, for now, your job is statements and particulars from the factory side.

We need to know where everybody was and what they were doing between half-ten and noon.

How many?

Few hundred.

Should keep you out of mischief.

NORA: The Arabs arrived about 10:30, so I amused myself in Henry's office.

Doing what?

Playing Patience.

Happily, a game at which I excel.

That was till what time?

About quarter past 11:00, when Estella arrived.

The meeting broke up shortly afterwards, and we all went across to greet Her Royal Highness.

You and Mr. Broom live apart, I understand.

For the past ten years.

I have a place outside Stratford.

Though until this matter is resolved, I shall be staying at Chinon Court.

The family home.

Anyone he'd had a falling out with, do you know?

ENDEAVOUR: So you also work on fuselage assembly, is that right?

WORKER: Yeah.

ENDEAVOUR: And how well did you know Mr. Malleson?

WORKER: Morning, evening.

Didn't have much to say for himself.

Clocked on, clocked off.

About it.

Anyone on his section he was particular pals with?

No one he sat with regularly at lunch?

Like I say, he didn't go out of his way to mix.

All right.

Well, thank you.

That's all for now.

Got everything you need, sir?

Yes, thank you, Mr. Tracepurcel.

How many more?

You're about halfway through.

But it won't be any of my members.

I can tell you that.

They're good blokes.

This'll be someone off site.

One day in the year this place is packed with strangers and this happens.

Any bugger could've wandered in.

And I don't mean this to be disrespectful, but it was your lot had security of the place.

How was it you came to be on the shop floor, Miss Vexin?

It's a shortcut from the office to the canteen.

I was just on my way down the back corridor when I heard a door slam.

And I...

It's all right, take your time.

I noticed the store cupboard door was open.

I went to close it, and that's when I saw the blood.

So, I opened the door and... there he was.

Who else uses that shortcut?

Most of the office staff, I'd have thought.

It's a five-minute walk around the block otherwise.

But you didn't see anyone else on the shop floor?

No, no, I didn't.

Thank goodness.

Hello again.

They've let us go.

Me, anyway.

I gathered.

I'd say let's have a drink, but that's probably not...?

Ah... no.

But, maybe when it's all done.

Really?

I'd like that.

Catch up.

Morse, you mustn't think badly of them.

They're all right, really.

It's just...

They took Harry's death very badly.

When was that?

Four years ago.

Some sort of aneurysm in the brain.

Just keeled over at work one day.

They were all heartbroken.

But I think Henr... Mr. Broom Senior, most of all.

He'd been looking to Harry to take over the company.

(car approaching) Let me give you a lift.

I don't want to take you out of your way.

JOHNNY: Not at all.

After the time you've had, I insist.

The new Bellini.

Nought to 60 in under seven seconds.

THURSDAY: Time and motion?

I think that's what the stopwatch was for.

Timing his mates to see how long they took with their work, reporting any that were slacking to the management.

That couldn't have made him very popular.

I don't think he was.

Malleson seems to have kept himself to himself.

Didn't go out drinking with his workmates.

Fancy.

All right, Sergeant.

I got the impression he wasn't much liked.

That might explain the gun.

Found a pistol in his lunchbox.

Along with a little notebook keeping tabs on the Brooms.

Keep that under your hat for now.

What the hell's he doing bringing a gun to work?

We thought his family might have an idea, but there's none listed on his employment form.

Maybe you should give his lodgings the once-over.

TRACEPURCEL: Some of my members were of the opinion that Malleson was a stooge.

For the management.

A quisling, if you will.

THURSDAY: A time and motion man.

What was your view?

I wasn't entirely convinced.

But we have got an ongoing dispute over health and safety.

An accident on the shop floor.

Management discovered evidence of working malpractice, they'd have a pretty strong bargaining chip at the negotiating table.

That's about the size of it, sir.

BRENDA: Every day!

I'm sick of it!

Bloody pawing!

This is meant to be a place of work.

All right, Brenda love, calm down.

Yeah, well you have 'em grab your arse every time you go by, try and touch you up.

See how you like it!

It's just a bit of cajolery; nobody is getting hurt.

I might've known you'd stick up for 'em.

You're no better.

TRACEPURCEL: Yeah, all right.

Get yourself an eyeful every chance.

Men, you're all the bloody same!

All right, thank you, Brenda.

On your way.

Don't be making trouble for yourself.

I'm sorry, gents, she's usually good as gold.

Full moon.

(sighs) THURSDAY: I understand you've had some problems with the union over the factory's safety record.

There was an accident recently in one of the machine sheds.

A chap called Curtis got his arm crushed.

HENRY: His colleague's fault.

Man by the name of Frost.

Lenny Frost.

No malice in it, just a moment's inattention, but he's suspended pending the Factory Board of Inquiry's findings.

The union's threatening action unless Frost is reinstated, is that right?

The union is always threatening action, Inspector.

A fact of modern business life.

Nevertheless, I'd imagine a strike is the last thingyou need with this sales negotiation going on.

It won't come to that.

JAKES: It's been suggested Mr. Malleson may have been put on the shop floor by management to report on his colleagues.

By whom?

Tracepurcel?

Bloody Red.

HENRY: Look, that sort of thing may still go on in other factories, but that's simply not the way things work anymore.

Frontrunner at the moment's a lad called Frost, sir.

Lenny Frost.

From what we've picked up, Malleson landed him in it.

A private grudge?

We've ruled out most of the rest of the workers, but as far as the family is concerned, there's not one of them with a watertight alibi.

The family?

Why would any of them wish him harm?

Malleson had been keeping them under observation.

To what end?

Not clear yet, sir.

But there's a corridor to the office block.

It wouldn't have taken anyone more than a couple of minutes to kill Malleson and hide the body.

Or someone visiting, of course.

There were enough guests there.

I'm trying to arrange a meeting with Crown Prince Nabil, but what connection his party might have to Malleson... Well, whatever you do, tread lightly.

It's not just matters of business at stake here, but matters of state.

Kid gloves, sir.

Was that the, uh, assistant chief constable's car I saw earlier?

34 years.

If this matter in any way touches the palace, I've been left in no doubt as to where the buck will come to rest.

What we're hearing, Len, is that there was bad blood between you and Percy Malleson on account of him landing you in it at work.

I don't know nothing about that.

So what were you doing there today?

You're suspended.

Not meant to be going anywhere near the place.

You were seen, Lenny.

Yeah, by who?

Because whoever said that is a liar.

Look, I have a wife, a kid, another on the way.

You really think I'd do something to risk all that?

He lost you your job.

(scoffs) There's other jobs.

Look, I might've wanted to stick one on him.

But murder?

No.

You've got the wrong bloke.

How did you make out at his lodgings?

Nothing so far as next of kin's concerned.

But he may have been living abroad.

There was a suitcase bearing a Union-Castle Line luggage label.

That's South Africa, isn't it?

I'll get them to check their passenger lists first thing.

Jakes said you know Broom's secretary.

Miss Vexin, that right?

Knew.

I've not seen her in years.

She'd be well placed to know all the family skeletons, I'd have thought.

See what you can get out of her.

She's a friend... sort of.

She's a suspect.

What's all this, then?

Oh, nothing... probably.

"Nothing" with you usually means something.

So, out with it.

Well, just struck me as odd, that's all.

There's another pair of these at Malleson's flat.

Cribb and Co.?

Can't be that many on the assembly line at BIEC wearing hand-made shoes, I wouldn't have thought?

THURSDAY: We'd nothing to hold him on.

I thought you had a witness could put him at the factory?

Rang through first thing to withdraw their statement.

What's this, union skullduggery?

Possibly.

I shouldn't have thought there's any possibly about it.

If it's got around that Malleson was a time and motion man, they're not about to let one of their own swing for it.

They'll close ranks.

So... we're back to square one.

BOOTMAKER: Ah... the Prince of Wales.

We make a last for each of our customers, taking into account any idiosyncrasies of the foot.

Hallux Valgus.

Polydactyly.

Syndactyly.

Rather like fingerprints.

Ah!

Malleson, would it be?

Percy Malleson?

No.

This is a Mr. Kendrick.

Eustace Kendrick.

A student at Curtmantle, by the address.

Yes, he had two pair of us in May '53.

Oh, it would appear the bill is still outstanding.

Oh, yes, of course, that Kendrick.

The business with the, um... with the Rix girl.

It was all over the papers.

I arrived with my delegation at 20 past 10:00.

We went into the meeting.

That lasted about an hour.

And then we went across for the unveiling of the new Standfast.

Did any of your party leave the meeting at any time?

What would I or my people have to gain from killing a British workman?

I will ask, of course.

But to the best of my recollection, no.

We were guests, and in the presence of our hosts at all times.

So?

Any luck?

The Olive Rix case was one of my first bylines at the Mail.

But it was a county investigation, not City Police.

What's your interest?

Just something I'm looking at.

Too early to say.

If anything comes of it, you'll have it first.

Exclusive?

I can't promise.

Olive Rix was a Barnardo's girl.

From the Midlands.

Bright.

Got herself a place at Bicester Agricultural College.

Coronation Day, she disappeared.

June 2, 1953.

With all the celebrations, it was a couple of days before the police took it seriously as a missing persons case.

The boyfriend fell suspect.

Eustace Kendrick.

That's right.

There was some talk he'd got her in trouble.

But before charges could be brought, he left the country.

And Olive?

No body was ever found.

What's this all about?

I'd have thought you'd have your hands full at British Imperial rather than digging up some 12-year-old missing persons case.

WOMAN: How did you find me?

ENDEAVOUR: The original press report gave a name and address for Eustace's mother.

Her neighbors said she was in a hospice.

Who gave you my name.

Mm-hmm.

Outside of Eustace, Aunt Lavinia's the only family I have.

You're sure it's him?

We'll need you to make a formal identification, but...

I'm afraid that appears to be the case.

Poor Eustace.

He didn't do it, you know.

Olive.

Then why did he run away?

Panicked?

20 years old, with everything that was being said.

If it had gone against him, it would have been the rope.

Of course, once he'd gone... Have you any thought as to why he might return now, after all this time?

When Aunt Lavinia took ill, I put a notice in the Times, six, seven months ago, hoping word might reach him.

Had he been with her long?

Olive Rix?

A few months.

But the situation was... complex.

Olive was... already involved.

With whom I don't know, but from what I could glean, he sounded the jealous type.

Older, I think.

All I can tell you is the Eustace I knew was the gentlest, kindest of boys.

He'd never have done anything to that girl.

Hmm.

Thank you for your help.

BRIGHT: So Percy Malleson is in fact this Eustace Kendrick?

Where the hell's he been until now?

Until most recently, South Africa.

I've had Union-Castle check their lists.

A passenger called Malleson sailed from Durban on the Pendennis Castle and arrived in Southampton on the 5th of April.

And he started at British Imperial when?

Two weeks later.

His mother is dying.

I think Kendrick came back to see her.

But of course to do that, he'd have first needed to clear his name.

That's my reading of it.

He's got himself in at BIEC thinking the real culprit is someone there.

There's this notebook he was keeping on the Broom family, their comings and goings.

Why would Kendrick think this girl's disappearance had anything to do with the Brooms?

ENDEAVOUR: I don't know, sir, but I've taken a look at the agricultural college that Olive Rix attended.

It's a huge place south of Bicester.

But the point is, its land borders Chinon Court.

Eh?

The Brooms' estate, sir.

According to county records, the family were questioned at the time of her disappearance.

HENRY: Coronation Day?

That's... That's 12 years ago.

A missing girl, you say?

Olive Rix-- she was 20 years old.

HENRY: Never heard of her.

No.

As I said.

According to the record of the original inquiry, you were questioned.

I was?

Yes.

"Henry Broom said no one had been out of the house "for the entire day due to watching the Coronation on the television set."

Henry?

My son, perhaps.

Henry Junior.

Harry, to us.

As Miss Vixen's...

I'm so sorry, Miss Vexin's presence here no doubt will confirm, Inspector, my husband is a fool for beauty.

Nora... You didn't hire her for her shorthand.

Henry likes to surround himself with pretty things-- horses, paintings...

If he'd have met this girl, he would have remembered.

Believe me.

Would you excuse me?

Oh, dear, one just can't get the staff.

HENRY: You'll forgive me, but I'm hard pressed to see what this Rix girl has to do with what happened yesterday.

The man murdered at your factory, Mr. Broom, the man you knew as Percy Malleson, turns out his real name was Eustace Kendrick.

He'd been Olive Rix's boyfriend and was strongly suspected of being involved in her disappearance.

Good heavens.

ENDEAVOUR: On the morning of the Coronation, Olive had been working at Half-Farthing piggery.

Her path back to the college may have taken her through Great Wood.

Your land, isn't it?

There's a public right of way.

Public right of trespass.

You're not seriously suggesting that someone here had something to do with what happened with this girl?

It would seem Eustace Kendrick thought so.

And now he's dead.

There is nothing between us.

Nora just likes to...

I don't know.

Goad him.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't let her get to me.

You said you'd been with the firm four months when Harry died.

That's right.

What was he like?

Oh.

Great fun.

Most of the time.

He had these moods.

The rest of the family were all very careful around him at such times.

Any idea what was behind them?

Oh, I don't know.

A girl?

That's usually the way.

How long've you been back in Oxford?

A couple of months.

You?

I never left.

Not really.

I started a post-grad, but...

I don't know.

Worked in a bookshop for a while.

You read, uh... History.

History.

I'd have thought...

I'd have done something with my life?

I suppose we all "thought."

What did you do?

After.

Knocked about a bit.

Here and there.

I was in the army for a while.

You were missed when you left.

I can't think by whom.

No.

But you were.

I suppose I'd better be...

There's a board meeting this afternoon, ahead of this evening's dinner with Prince Nabil.

With everything that's happened, it's just a bit... Alice.

What you were saying.

About that drink.

I'm sure it would be all right.

Really?

Old friends.

Who could mind that?

ENDEAVOUR: Perhaps it was Harry who was spoken to.

Convenient, though.

Damned inconvenient for us.

It's curious, don't you think?

She disappears on one royal occasion, and Kendrick is murdered in the middle of another.

This is private property.

Oh.

What're you doing here?

We've just been up to the house, Miss Broom.

We had some questions about a girl who went missing 12 years ago, Olive Rix, the day of the Coronation.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

She attended the Agricultural College.

If you regularly rode these woods, perhaps your paths may have crossed.

I avoid the public footpath.

On it now, aren't we?

Blucher threw me and bolted.

I had to find him and fetch him back.

What about Eustace Kendrick?

Does that name mean anything to you?

Should it?

He was Olive's boyfriend.

If there's nothing else... You might ask what a girl disappeared 12 years ago has to do with the murder at the factory yesterday.

I might.

But perhaps such a thing never crossed my mind.

Perhaps I assume the police know what they're doing.

Or perhaps you couldn't give a damn.

Try to involve me or any of my family in this and you'll discover quite how much of a damn I do give.

Well?

Are you going to tell me, or aren't you?

Until yesterday, Eustace Kendrick had been working for B.I.E.C.

under the name of Percy Malleson.

What a tangle.

Down there, you've got the piggery.

And the Agricultural College is over there.

Give us a shufti at that snap a minute.

About here, don't you think?

She was there, then.

But who with, sir, that's the question.

The Kendrick boy!

The photograph was found at his flat.

According to Kendrick's cousin, Olive had been involved with someone else.

Someone else?

An older man.

Perhaps Olive said something to Kendrick which led him to believe it might have been one of the Brooms.

(banging) We'll get to the bottom of it, sir, don't worry.

I beg your pardon?

Who are you to tell me not to worry?

He only meant, sir...

I know exactly what he meant, Thursday.

I don't need you to make excuses for him!

Damned impertinence!

Hell are you looking at?!

You're not going to find the culprit sat about gawking!

Get on with your work, all of you!

They're back.

The Police.

Of course.

They won't stop till they get to the bottom of it.

Pa says they're asking about the Coronation.

That girl.

Turns out Malleson was her boyfriend.

Oh, yeah.

People still talk about the party they threw at Chinon Court for the workers during the Coronation, but before my time though.

Where were you before?

GPO.

Repairs.

15 years.

Enough to drive you up the pole.

Which, of course, was the job.

But no, it was a grand do by all accounts.

Not that I hold with all that, you understand.

All what?

Monarchy.

Bowing and scraping.

You must have enjoyed Her Royal Highness's visit enormously, then.

Yeah, well, that's different, though, isn't it?

That's about trade.

Jobs.

People's livelihoods.

How's that?

This contract with the Arabs could be very important for the company.

36 Standfast missiles.

So if a bit of royalty helps push it along, I'm all for it.

(loud crash) Reg, you'd better come quick.

There's been an accident.

What the bloody hell's happened here?

Everything's perfectly all right, Mr. Tracepurcel.

Oh, aye, it looks it.

The brake on the hydraulic chain-block failed.

Could've been any one of us.

Just happened that the trolley was round.

Are you all right, Miss?

I banged myself.

It could've been worse.

Too bloody right.

I've put in a request for maintenance for these hydraulics twice, and nothing's been done.

I'll look into it.

You'll look into it?

Oh, he's going to look into it, lads.

A bit too bloody late for that.

I said I'll look into it!

Curtis two months back, and now this.

No.

No, I'm calling a general stoppage.

What?

Now?!

Yes, now, Mr. Broom!

I've got to look out for my members.

What are they saying?

An accident.

Tracepurcel's called a general stoppage.

Murder yesterday, an industrial accident today.

Goodness.

We'd better begin while we still have a company to discuss.

Where would you like me, Henry?

Under the sod.

I was that 20 years, if you remember.

So much for infinite variety.

I'll take my usual place, unless there are any objections.

Morse.

About that drink.

I wondered if you were doing anything tonight.

Washing my hair.

Where?

When?

9:00, Fox and Hounds.

Sounds great.

See you then.

See you then.

JOHNNY: It's a very good deal, Mother.

Europe's the future, Nora.

Look at BAC.

Oh, the entente cordiale?

How very "now"!

What ever happened to vive la différence?

Look, if we don't get in, establish partnerships, five, ten years, we'll have missed the bus.

Partnerships, yes.

But a merger?

In my experience, that's just a polite name for another kind of congress altogether.

And I know who'll be on top, believe me.

Harry would never have stood for it.

It was Harry's idea.

I don't believe you.

Believe what you like.

The point's academic.

If we don't go in with the French now, this year, we're finished.

What do you mean, finished?

We've sunk everything we have into the new Standfast, and more besides.

Against projected sales.

What about the Arabs?

They're about to put in an order for three dozen, aren't they?

Aren't they?

Hello.

Hello.

Strange to be back here again after all these years.

Fewer students than I remember.

I expect nowadays they're all down at the pop-dancing club.

"Pop-dancing"?

Or whatever it is that they do.

(laughing) So, the police?

If you'd asked me, I'd never have... You like it?

I like the work.

To be honest, I'm not sure that I fit in.

No.

You were never like the rest.

I wanted to be.

Tried to be, I think.

When?

I did!

I tried to like Trad, the Angries, Sartre.

French cigarettes.

That's why I liked you.

You were difficult.

(chuckles) Different, surely.

Difficult, definitely.

And awkward!

You were all corners, socially.

Ah, well... And so angry.

Contra mundum.

But yourself, most of all.

(faint footsteps) Ah!

Well, I think we've heard quite enough about me.

Tell me about you.

You mean tell you about the Brooms?

That is why you asked me for a drink.

You must be wondering what's going on?

I'm a loyal employee.

Discreet.

One question, then.

As a policeman, or as a friend?

A friend.

Have you ever heard any of them mention a girl called Olive Rix?

No.

Look, I'm sorry how everything turned out back then.

You deserved more.

I doubt that, but good of you to say.

After all that went the way it did, I hoped you might look to me for something.

Anything.

And then you were gone.

Lost.

Why did you wear your hair like that?

Don't you like it?

Alice.

You don't need to... Do I remind you of her?

Why would you want to?

If that's what it takes.

Do I?

Are you still in love with her?

I don't know.

Then you are.

(phone ringing) Maybe you could love me too.

Just a little.

A little would be enough.

MAN: Morse!

Oh...

I'm on call.

You have to leave a number.

Lenny Frost.

THURSDAY: So much for staying away from the place.

(knocking) (flash clicks) Morning, sir.

Thursday.

What have we got?

Doctor?

Electrocuted.

Rain's come in through the roof over a length of time.

Puddled.

Come into contact with a section of split electrical cable, and Bob, or in this case Lenny, is no longer your uncle.

His wallet here.

No question of foul play?

Thankfully, that's a decision for the coroner.

But were I a betting man, I'd be more inclined to lay this upon the altar of bad maintenance.

There was another here yesterday, wasn't there?

Near miss, at least.

THURSDAY: Yes, sir.

Misadventure, then.

Unless someone knew he was bound to pass this way.

How would they know that?

Those windows lead on to the outside, sir.

If that's how he's been getting in and out of the factory, it would be easy enough for someone to stage an accident.

I'm more concerned as to what he was doing here.

Sabotage, maybe?

Paying the company back for how they'd treated him.

BRIGHT: I must say, I'm more inclined to an accident.

The safety record here doesn't exactly inspire confidence.

What's that in his pocket?

VOLK: Where did you get this?

ENDEAVOUR: What are they, Dr. Volk?

Highly confidential research papers.

Test results and findings concerning the Standfast's gyroscopic system.

Where would they have come from?

Most of our documentation is held in the archive in the basement of the offices, but this was taken from this workshop.

Who besides yourself would have an interest in such material?

This is information of a sensitive commercial nature.

Our rivals, perhaps?

Beyond that, I am not qualified to express an opinion.

"Volk"?

What's that?

German, is it?

Worked long at British Imperial?

18 years.

What'd that be, early '47?

(speaking German) ENDEAVOUR: What was that all about?

It was him and a load more like him flattened my street.

I'm sure it wasn't personal.

Wasn't it?

You're too young to remember.

THURSDAY: I don't suppose you've got any further with Miss Vexin, either, have you?

I've spoken to her.

She couldn't shed any light.

How hard did you push her?

As far as I thought necessary.

I see, ruled her out, have you?

The fact she's a looker play any part in that decision?

No, I based it more on the fact that she isn't German.

Sir.

Everyone knew that Lenny Frost had it in for Eustace Kendrick.

He's the perfect scapegoat, and now he's in no position to defend himself.

You think someone's trying to close the case down?

Don't you?

Who?

The Brooms?

How would anyone have known Frost was at the factory last night?

Perhaps he was lured here.

Who by?

I don't know!

But there's 100 pounds in cash in his wallet together with a room number at the Rudolph Hotel.

Well, why didn't you say so before?

My country may be about to spend a great deal of money with British Imperial Electric.

Despite assurances to the contrary, rumors of trouble with the new guidance system have continued to reach our ears.

So Lenny Frost was spying for you?

The Prophet, peace be upon him, teaches us, "Say what is true, though it may be bitter and displeasing to people."

We have a not dissimilar saying.

"Tell the truth, and shame the Devil."

ENDEAVOUR: You should be aware to take receipt of stolen property is an offense in law.

As you should also be aware, Constable Morse, we are not the same little people Colonel Lawrence left behind.

We learned much from our colonial masters.

Perfidious Albion.

An unkind name to hang upon a country.

But not perhaps wholly undeserved.

(dialing) (phone rings) Morse.

It's me.

Alice.

That girl you were asking about.

Olive Rix?

What about her?

ENDEAVOUR: Alice Vexin came upon it a few years ago, but it wasn't until she heard the name Olive Rix that it made sense.

What made sense?

It should be around here somewhere.

A single beech in a stand of pine.

A single beech, you say?

Harry had been knocking about with her for, what, a year on and off?

Nothing serious.

Just Harry being Harry.

She was a gold digger.

She might've not had the best start in life, Mr. Broom, but at the time she went missing, she was working hard to make something of herself.

How was it your brother came to know Olive Rix?

ESTELLA: I met her one day.

Hacking out in Great Wood.

We were of an age.

One girl amongst two brothers?

You hit it off?

She was fun.

She had this...

I don't know... Sara Crewe fantasy.

Some wild idea her father was a rich foreign nobleman and that one day, he'd come and find her.

Well, if that was her dream, I wasn't about to spoil it for her.

Why did you all deny knowing her?

Why not?

You couldn't find her 12 years ago.

Why rake over it all now?

JOHNNY: People would only gossip.

Why give them ammunition?

Never apologize, never explain.

Did you see her the day she disappeared?

More or less everybody from the Agricultural College had gone home to celebrate the Coronation with their families.

But animals are republican by temperament.

They still need feeding, cleaning, milking.

Vivat Regina or no.

Olive was on her own, so I offered to help her out down at the piggery.

We did a couple of hours, and I left her shortly after 1:00 to go back to the house.

Then you were the last person to see Olive Rix, Miss Broom.

Apart from whoever... did what they did.

I asked her if she'd like to come to the party.

She said she couldn't.

I presumed she was meeting someone.

Eustace Kendrick.

Did your brother know she was involved with another young man?

If he had, I doubt it would have troubled him.

Like father.

Shows how much you know.

Christ God, aren't you tired of it?

Dickie... She broke it off with Harry.

In Great Wood.

That afternoon.

I came on him in the billiard room later.

He was drunk.

Beside himself.

Richard!

Please!

I found her.

Found her body.

Olive Rix.

The morning after the party.

I'd taken the dogs up to Great Wood to clear my head, and there she was, in the treeline, just back from Half-Farthing Field.

Why didn't you come forward?

And say what, that my brother was a murderer?

What would you have done?

He confessed?

We never spoke of it.

Not in so many words.

That may sound strange to you.

I knew, he knew I knew, but not saying it out loud...

Gave you just enough doubt to live with.

THURSDAY: What did you do?

Fetched a spade.

The police pretty quickly settled on Eustace Kendrick for it, and, uh... That was that.

And you were content to let an innocent man stand suspect?

It's not as if it came to trial.

He left the country.

Which suited you down to the ground.

THURSDAY: And when Percy Malleson came to the firm, you had no idea he was Kendrick?

How could I?

I'd never met him.

There were plenty of photos in the paper at the time.

Funnily enough, I didn't keep a scrapbook.

But no, I didn't know it was him.

Who else knew?

Just me.

We all knew.

Speak for yourself.

Or at least suspected.

Except Estella.

She was back at school before the hue and cry began.

So was I.

Most of the time.

No one ever suspected it would be you, Johnny.

Something like that was well beyond your scope.

Thank you, Dickie.

That was very brave.

I knew my boy was still in there somewhere.

Well, at least that's an end to it.

An end to it?

Frost killed Eustace Kendrick at the factory and Harry Broom killed Olive Rix.

And who killed Lenny Frost?

Not who, what.

Circumstance, poor maintenance.

It was an accident.

I might live with one dead murderer, sir, but not a brace.

Well, happily, what a detective constable can or cannot live with is a matter of rather small account in the general scheme of things.

And Division won't need to trouble the palace, I suppose.

Morse!

BRIGHT: That is a very cynical attitude, and one I'd advise you to shake off sooner rather than later.

I can assure you such a consideration would play no part in Division's deliberations.

Thursday.

Sir.

Better take Mr. Broom's statement.

NORA: You look old, Henry.

Old and tired.

Have we hurt one another long enough?

Resign the Chairmanship.

How can I, now?

The company... Has had the best of you.

Of both of us.

You want my agreement to this merger with the French.

That's my condition.

Tomorrow, then.

One last board meeting.

All right?

You don't believe Lenny Frost's death was an accident any more than I do.

Have you got a better theory?

Well, then, until you do, you're best off keeping your powder dry.

The truth was buried with Olive Rix 12 years ago.

We're about to stand by and watch it buried again with Lenny Frost, and in the name of what?

Expediency?

Sparing royal blushes?

I thought it was the Queen's Peace we were sworn to uphold.

(opera recording playing) (knock at door) Someone was coming up as I arrived.

Oh.

Can I come in?

Of course.

(switches off music) I'm afraid you won't find me terribly good company.

I'd have tidied if I'd known.

Are you all right?

I was worried.

You sounded awful on the telephone, as if the world were about to end.

Just a small world, and not a very good one.

Do you want a drink?

I've only got scotch.

Yeah, all right.

You've heard about the Brooms.

I didn't come to talk about the Brooms.

(birds chirping) (sighs) (door opens) MAX: From comparison with dental records, I can confirm that these are indeed the remains of Olive Rix.

Any thoughts as to how she died?

Fractured hyoid would suggest she was strangled.

Not much to speak of by way of grave goods.

Clothes have rotted away, mostly.

But we've a few buttons, pair of handles from her bag... What's this?

Oh, general detritus.

Victorian jam pot, probably.

Winnowing out the wheat from chaff is always a challenge after so long in the earth.

Sir.

Division want us to sign off.

On both of them?

Both of them.

Lenny Frost for Eustace Kendrick.

Eustace Kendrick for Olive Rix.

Kendrick?

It was Harry Broom killed Olive Rix, sir.

His brother said as much.

I'm advised that to pursue such a line would not be in the public interest.

So the Brooms walk away from it?

All of it?

Business as usual?

It's never about what you know, Morse.

It's about what you can prove.

And what about justice?

Or perhaps that doesn't matter?

Olive Rix was only a Barnardo's girl, after all.

We found her!

We'd never have managed that much if you hadn't kept digging away.

That's not enough.

Sometimes it has to be.

Not every question gets an answer.

Learning to live with that's the hardest lesson there is.

What you doing with your Saturday afternoon, then?

Bit of singing, is it?

I've a couple of tickets for the Roxy.

Tickets?

Plural?

What's this?

Your little friend?

That didn't take long, did it?

You'll be picking out wallpaper next.

I hear you say pictures?

All right for some.

What you gonna see?

There's a new Bergman.

Oh, yes.

I thought she was cracking in Casablanca.

(tower bells ringing) I've got the tickets.

We've got time for a quick drink first.

You've changed your mind.

I have.

You don't mean the cinema, do you?

It's all right.

Is it?

No.

Yes.

I suppose.

You're not ready.

Not yet.

I'd always be second best.

A consolation prize.

I'd have been happy with that.

Once.

The moment passed.

Mm-hmm.

They've called me into work.

Right.

Well... (phones ringing) Your father has asked me to choose his successor.

I've written that person's name down and placed it in this envelope.

If we are to be whole again-- a family-- I expect my proposal to be seconded blind, and passed nem con.

Agreed?

Very well.

Proposed.

Seconded.

A show of hands.

Thank you.

Alice.

Congratulations, Estella.

Thank you.

But I'd prefer to think of us as a triumvirate.

If we really are to make a go of it, I'm going to need all of Dickie and Johnny's expertise.

I didn't know I had any.

To which end, the first we need to get a grip on is this strike.

Alice, would you have Mr. Tracepurcel and his Works Committee join us on the factory floor?

FILM NARRATOR: Oxford, England.

Just minutes from the libraries and cloistered colleges of the City centre, a visitor will soon find themselves amidst the white heat of technology at the British Imperial Electric Company in Cowley, proud manufacturers of Britain's Standfast Mark II surface-to-air missile.

Everyone is doing their best to make sure the whole place is spic and span and ready to receive a royal inspection.

"Hold on, Charlie!

Looks like you've missed a spot!"

That's the ticket!

Here comes the Very Important Person everyone has turned out to cheer.

Yes, it's Her Royal Highness, the Princess Margaret as she arrives on a mission to help promote British overseas exports.

Having been greeted by distinguished foreign guests and senior company executives, Her Royal Highness also finds time to exchange a word or two with the workers... (cheering) (door opens) This what you're looking for?

Worked out what it is?

More than that.

I think I can take a decent guess where it came from.

Mr. Tracepurcel, I wonder if I might have a word.

I'm just waiting on the Works Standing Committee.

I've a meeting with the management.

This won't take long.

I was hoping there'd be something you might be able to help us with.

A matter of etiquette as much as anything.

Etiquette?

Yes.

You see, when you were presented to Her Royal Highness, you weren't wearing your jacket.

My jacket?

Mmm.

I think I was.

ENDEAVOUR: No, you weren't.

You wore it earlier in the day, but by the time of the royal visit, you'd got rid of it.

THURSDAY: You were caught on film by one of the news vans, and as luck would have it, by a photographer from the Mail.

You were in shirtsleeves.

I'd like to see the jacket you were wearing that morning.

This is it.

No, the one you had on was double breasted.

If you'll look.

Yes... No, I, uh...

I spilt some oil on that one.

On the shop floor.

Eustace Kendrick came to this factory looking for the murderer of Olive Rix.

He thought it was one of the Brooms.

But you knew better, didn't you?

I had nothing to do with Kendrick.

THURSDAY: You knew there was something not right about Kendrick straight from the off.

Something that didn't quite ring true.

Eventually you tumbled he was a time and motion man.

That when he told you why he really came to the factory?

I suppose he thought you might have some sympathy for him.

A chance to finally stick it to the management for once.

But he confided in the one person who had everything to lose if he continued with his digging and found out the Brooms were innocent.

Look, I don't know this Rix girl.

I didn't even work here in '53.

THURSDAY: No.

You worked for the GPO.

As a repairman.

ENDEAVOUR: We checked.

According to their service records, you were on call on Coronation Day, replacing ceramic insulators on telegraph poles out by Chinon Court.

Unfortunately, Olive Rix also had reason to be in Great Wood that afternoon.

She and Harry Broom had just broken up.

Well, even if I was there, it doesn't prove anything.

Not alone, perhaps.

But you've overplayed your hand.

When Brenda Werth was nearly killed, you thought we'd take it at face value if Lenny Frost fell victim to a similar industrial accident.

THURSDAY: You needed someone to take the drop for Eustace Kendrick's murder.

Everyone knew there was bad blood between them, but only you knew how Lenny Frost came in and out of the factory.

It was an accident.

It's what they call bad maintenance.

No, it was murder.

But you made a mistake.

TRACEPURCEL: I don't make mistakes.

ENDEAVOUR: You should've killed him on the way in before he had a chance to steal the research papers, not the way out.

The electricity didn't turn itself on in between his first and second go through that puddle.

(electrical zapping) So now I've killed Lenny Frost?

Mm-hmm.

No, I think you're whistling in the dark, gents.

Let's just say a word of that's true, which it isn't.

Why would I have killed Kendrick on a day like that, with all the police swarming around?

You had no choice.

Kendrick's contract with the factory was due to expire.

He was desperate to get to the truth, and time was running out.

You had to act, and fast.

The royal visit was the only time the Brooms have been under the same roof in ten years.

His only chance to confront them all together.

That's why he brought a gun to work.

I think he told you he intended to force a confession.

You can think what you like.

You haven't got any proof.

No, you're right, we haven't got any proof.

But look, we can clear this up right away with your jacket...

I told you...

There's oil on it, yes.

Well, where is it?

Because I'd like to see it.

I burnt it.

You burnt it?

I burnt it.

In my garden.

In the incinerator.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Your jacket is still here.

On the premises.

Hidden away somewhere.

Police on the front gates?

You may have walked past them with oil on your jacket, but not paint.

Paint?

White paint, to be specific.

The doorframe of the store cupboard had been painted that morning: the store cupboard where you dumped Eustace Kendrick's body after you'd killed him.

Your jacket was covered in paint.

Paint?

No... ENDEAVOUR: That's why you were the only man presented to Her Royal Highness in his shirtsleeves.

You knew there'd be no one on the factory floor until after the visit was over, so you left the jacket in the store cupboard with Kendrick's body until the coast was clear, only Alice Vexin heard you when you came to retrieve it and raised the alarm.

ENDEAVOUR: Police had been crawling all over the place ever since.

You haven't had a chance to get rid of it.

The best you could do was to hide it.

I have to admit, it took me awhile.

Strange?

Was it where I thought it was?

STRANGE: Mm-hmm.

Well, you two are clever buggers, aren't you?

I thought the Inspection Pit would be the perfect place to hide it.

And Olive Rix?

What was that?

Just an itch you had to scratch?

Oh, I didn't do anything she didn't want.

Strange.

You've got to admit, I gave you a good runaround though, eh?

12 years?

So how did you work out where I'd put the jacket?

I didn't.

(engine starts up) HENRY: I thought it was Richard.

All these years.

The poison's out now.

Sir.

Well, it should make for a lively meeting with the chief constable.

You might want to mention Constable Morse's part, sir.

Yes.

Well, if the opportunity arises, hmm?

Carry on.

Want me to run you back?

Go on, then.

You doing anything tonight?

No.

I was after going a cod and two penneth.

Glad of the company if you'd like to join me.

What?

No sandwiches?

On a Saturday?

Talk sense.

CUMMING: Next time... (phone ringing) Morse.

Nothing they could do.

Was already gone by the time they got here.

MAX: Outside of the head injury, there's not a mark on him.

ENDEAVOUR: Did he have any enemies that you could think of?

Enemies?

Hello, Fred.

Long time.

You round up your boys and get off my patch.

I'm going nowhere.

Leave this to me.

Understood?

Those who make irresponsible allegations should take very great care.

(banging) Who's there?

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