Endeavour

..getting out of the team bus.

Looking over the England squad...

I want a bit of positivity from you this time.

Sixpence, England score first.

Kyrie Eleison

Thank you. Closing time.

Come on. Please make your way towards the exit.

Hurry up, girls.

All right, Sophie.

Up a bit.(Static interference on

Up a bit more.

Left a bit.

Oh, there, there! That's perfect, keep it like that.

If you think I'm standing like this for the game, you've another thing coming.

Don't be like that. I'd ask your mum but she's down the shop.

Aw, do...

Sam, get over there, will you?

Saturday afternoon? Someone's keen.

Miss Thursday. I was looking for your father.

I thought you were a bit early for a date.

Good er... match?

0-0 so far.

The ref's sent off Rattin, mind.

Has he?

The Argentine skipper.

Yeah.

Poor old Rattin.

When it comes to talking football with you, I

might as well show a dog the three-card trick.

Victim is Adrian Weiss, sir.

Aged 69.

Address in North Oxford.

Body was found by the museum attendant, Terence Black,

post-grad at Wolsey College, working here for the summer.

He was going round making sure nobody had missed the closing bell.

Weapon's over there, taken from one of the display cabinets.

It's a katar.

An Indian dagger.

Dr DeBryn, what have we got?

Blood - lots of it.

A deep single slash across the throat,

right to left, trachea sliced through.

Carotid artery severed,

rapid exsanguination,

leading to unconsciousness, cardio-vascular collapse

and death within a matter of minutes.

No one saw or heard anything?

No, sir. Very few visitors, what with the football on telly.

And half the museum's under sheets while they recatalogue.

But we do have a possible motive.

Robbery.

His wallet's been cleaned out.

The guv'nor and me will take his house.

You make a start with any entries in the visitors' book.

Odd choice of weapon, don't you think?

A katar's a stabbing blade rather than slashing.

Designed to punch through armour.

It seems to have done the job.

You didn't notice anyone unusual?

I had half an ear on the wireless.

The football.

Mr Weiss wasn't a regular visitor, then?

I don't know.

Sorry, I only started at the beginning of the long vac.

You're a post-grad, is that right?

Yes, Economics at Wolsey.

One's only allowed to take eight hours a week paid work in term time.

A lengthy engagement like this is something of a godsend,

a chance to replenish the coffers.

Something at which the Cardinal himself proved rather adept.

Wolsey.

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.

Not bad for a butcher's son.

Who's this? "Miss Danby and party"?

Oh, er...

A school visit.

But we're not in term time.

Summer boarders.

Blythe Mount School for Girls at Slepe.

It's a village, S-L-E-P-E.

Out beyond Carterton.

Afternoon, miss.

Detective Inspector Thursday.

Would I be right in thinking that a Mr Adrian Weiss lives at this address?

Yes, my uncle. Why?

Might I come in for a few minutes, miss?

Thanks for the lift.

Indian country, matey. If County police find a City boy like you poking around,

they'll have your for breakfast.

I've er... been meaning to ask.

I've got this date.

The thing is...

I was wondering if you'd make up a four.

She's bringing a friend. Good-looker, apparently.

Says she doesn't trust herself with me on her own. I'd do the same for you.

Let me know when you want picking up.

All right.

Can you think of anyone who bore him any ill-will?

What was his line, miss?

Erm...

Uncle Adrian was called to the Bar in the '30s,

but after the war, he was appointed Rouge Dragon pursuivant.

A junior officer at the College of Arms.

The heraldic authority.

Your uncle was retired, though?

Four years ago.

But he retained a great interest in his subject.

It was...

..his life.

These are young impressionable girls.

And I'd rather their minds weren't filled with murder and bloodshed.

Actually, Miss Symes, I'm afraid I must insist.

One or more girls may have seen something pertinent to our inquiries.

They're summer boarders, am I right?

Indeed.

These are girls who, for one reason or another, are unable to spend the holiday at home.

Must be hard for them. I was a summer girl myself.

One gets used to it.

Petra. Petra Briers, Head Girl.

Are you really a policeman?

Yes.

I'd just like to ask you a few questions,

if you remember anything about your visit to the museum.

Did anything strike you as odd?

Why? What's this all about?

Has someone been killed?

Is it a murder?

I was with Miss Danby most of the time.

Were there any other visitors you noticed?

I don't really care for museums.

I mean, they're all right for teacher's pets and swots like Bunty Glossop.

But I'd far sooner be down a club.

Do you frequent many clubs?

All the time, in London.

Eel Pie, Crawdaddy, The Marquee...

Do you like the Stones?

It was boring.

We certainly didn't see anything interesting. Just a lot of old museum stuff.

It broke the day, I suppose.

There was an old couple.

She was in a wheelchair and he wore glasses,

with one lens blacked out.

And a man with a gold watch in a hurry.

You notice things.

I try not to. Why?

People think you're showing off?

It's not showing off, is it?

What I need to know, Miss Thengardi...

I didn't do anything.

No one's suggesting that you did.

Who's that?

That's Billy Karswell, the groundsman's son.

He has a somewhat enlivening effect on some of the older girls.

Shelly Thengardi.

She seems a bit...

Prickly?

Shelly only joined us in the spring.

She's been expelled from half a dozen places for fighting and general insolence.

But there's no real harm in her, she's just...

a difficult age.

And her surname, is that... Indian?

Yes, Mahratta blood in there somewhere.

The other girls tease her for it so she hits back.

And yourself, Miss Danby, how long have you been at the school?

My second summer. Before that, I was a year at St Enid's.

And you're sure you saw nothing untoward at the museum?

No, as I said, the girls held all of my attention throughout.

Macintoshes in July.

The joys of an English summer, such as it is.

As well to be prepared, I suppose. It looks as if it may rain again.

It may if it chooses, with no objections.

Contrariwise.

Tweedle-dee?

Bunty's rather taken with Through The Looking Glass at the moment.

All right, off you go. Yes, miss.

Thank you very much for your time, Miss Danby.

This is a very happy school.

I'm sure it is.

You shouldn't have come all this way. I called for a patrol.

I fancied the run out. Big old place.

Anything doing?

Nothing much. You?

Sergent Jakes put the word out via the usual channels, anyone suddenly flush.

Still think it was a robbery?

Till something convinces me otherwise, it's all we've got.

Anyone else unusual in the visitors' book?

Mr and Mrs Gardiner from Kingsport, Massachusetts, an American couple.

They're staying at the...

Morse, are you all right? Yes, er...

Yeah.

That was the police up at the school, Miss Danby said.

What'd they want, then?

There's been a murder in town.

This museum the girls went to.

That right?

Well, you mind you keep out of their way.

I ain't done nothing. You know what I'm talking about.

That sort's never been nothing but trouble for our sort.

Go and wash your hands for tea.

I thought he was rather dishy.