Endeavour

TRAIN HORN TOOTS

Hello, there. Paradise Court, please.

Paradise Court, coming right up.

Madam...

Thank you.

Del.

HE REVS THE ENGINE

HE REVS THE ENGINE

Oi! What are you doing?!

Thank you. Enjoy your stay.

Bye.

Mr and Mrs Appleby, I presume.

That's us.

Welcome to paradise! Oh, very nice.

Thank you.

Good, good, good.

Come, come, follow me.

Goodnight.

Oh, yes. Goodnight.

And, er, thank you.

CAR DOOR CLOSES

ENGINE TICKS OVER

GUNSHOT

SOMBRE CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

There you are!

It's a wonder you hear anything with that racket.

Well, don't just stand gawping, fetch my bags in.

And don't give him too much of a tip.

I'm sure he brought us the long way round.

And found every pothole along the way!

Clytemnestra's a friend of yours, is she?

A relative. My stepmother.

My condolences. Talk about a backseat driver.

It was too fast. It was too slow.

The cab was too hot. Yeah, that sounds about right.

I can take it from here. How much do I, er...?

Let me just check.

With the excess, that'll be...

..75 of your new English pence. Here you go.

Take 80. Think of it as danger money.

Ta very much.

Did you get it all in? Just about.

Just make sure you put it somewhere safe.

The rest arrives tomorrow. The rest?

Well, didn't you get my letter?

I've sold the house and bought a place in Eynsham.

Joyce has got herself engaged

to some man she's living in sin with at Witney.

Oh, she never mentioned.

Well, who's to blame for that if you don't keep in touch?

Keith Garrett, his name is.

Couldn't you stay with them?

Do you think I'd be here if I could?

They're abroad until Wednesday.

Unmarried and both in the same room.

Hm! It's not right.

But what about a hotel?

Well, you'll be all right on the sofa for a couple of nights.

I mean, I don't like it any more than you do.

It's only till I take possession. When's that?

There is no need to ask in that tone.

I am not one of your interrogation suspects.

Monday.

But you don't have to worry about me.

I don't expect to be looked after.

Ha! You won't even know I'm here.

If you could give your statement to my colleague over here.

It looks to be robbery. Wallet's empty.

Dudley Lunn, according to the Speedy Cabs office.

42.

Married. Uniform's notifying his wife now.

The paperboy came upon the car just after00.

Doctor.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS Do we know how long he's been there?

Rigor well established,

which, as well as making my labours more difficult...

..suggests he's been dead about 12 hours.

Are we sure about that, the time of death?

The glass on his watch is cracked

and the hands are set to ten to seven.

Then the watch stopped ticking several hours before Mr Lunn did.

The body doesn't lie, Morse.

Myself notwithstanding,

it's the only impartial, reliable witness to any suspicious death.

So, ten-ish last night, then.

Mm, by my reckoning, yes.

Single shot to the back of the skull.

Point-blank range.

Exit wound just above the left eye.

As you can see...

the bullet strikes the windscreen, drops onto the dash.

Et voila.

Looks to be a .22, but it has taken quite a battering.

I'll be able to give you the def gen after the postmortem.

Shall we say half past two?

It's late for you, Doctor.

Steak and kidney at The Eagle.

I wouldn't want to rush that dissection.

A cabbie's about as easy a mark as it gets.

They have to go out with a decent float,

and it'll only get bigger as the shift goes on.

There was a driver a couple of weeks ago,

on our old ground, got put in hospital.

Pistol-whipped.

From what he could remember, the suspect was bearded, dark-haired.

Speedy Cabs again? No.

A2B Cars out of Cowley.

It's a long way to drive to kill someone, isn't it?

Yeah.

Private, though. No witnesses.

Well, that's fine, as far as it goes.

But if he kills his ride, how's he gonna get back?

Maybe he didn't have to.

Carry on down the lane aways,

there's a place called Paradise Court.

Some sort of naturist camp.

For nudists.

That's where the paperboy was for.

What have you got there?

A piece of old tissue? All right, matey, don't rub it in.

We haven't all got your eye.

I just thought it might've been something, is all.

Best bag it in any case.

We'll talk to the family and have a word with his work.

Do you want to see if anyone heard anything up at that...

place?

When he didn't come home,

I thought maybe he'd had a long fare, you know?

Somebody might want him to take them to Grimsby.

or anywhere you care to think of.

I did say that to the constables who came by earlier.

I thought they would have written it down in their notebook or somewhere.

But they didn't.

I'm afraid that's our job, Mrs Lunn.

I'm sorry to have to ask, but...

..all was well at home, was it?

Oh, yes.

Ours was a very happy marriage.

Fenella will be heartbroke.

She's out playing right now, but...

..she idolises her father.

You will tell Pauline, will you?

Or have I got to do that?

Who's Pauline?

He was married before.

She lives in Headington.

There's a kiddie, a boy.

She'll have to be told.

And she won't thank me for it, will she?

I think it's probably better coming from you.

Good afternoon, sir.

Luggage in the car, is it?

No, it's, er...

First visit? Well, there's no need to be nervous.

No need at all.

Now, I don't think we've any reservation down for today.

But we've plenty of vacancies.

The season hasn't really got going yet.

I'm a policeman.

And I'm a former major with the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders.

But the naturist world takes us as it finds us, Mr...?

Detective Sergeant Strange, Thames Valley.

And I'm not here for a frolic in the altogether, Major...?

Jones.

Ahem!

If I could have everyone's attention for a moment.

This is, er... Detective Sergeant Strange, Thames Valley.

If you wouldn't mind putting something on while I talk to you.

Thank you.

Now, I must ask if any of you saw or heard anything unusual last night.

I did say, Sergeant, with the music from the luau...

Like a gunshot, you mean? Perhaps.

Miss...? Appleby.

Alison Appleby, Mrs.

I thought it was a car backfiring.

Barry Appleby. Baz.

What time would that have been?

The guests all turn their watches in upon arrival

as part of the process of getting back to nature.

That's true, but I heard the church clock chime ten shortly after.

Right.

No need to go to all that trouble, Mrs Lunn. It's no trouble.

And Pauline, please.

I only get called Mrs Lunn

by solicitors or the Social, or up at Mark's school.

Cowley Secondary Modern? I thought I recognised the uniform.

My two went there. Oh, yeah?

When was that? Oh, a long time past.

The youngest, my boy, is in the Army now out in Ireland.

And my daughter, well, she's with the Welfare looking after kids.

I probably know her.

Mark's got into trouble once or twice.

He's not a bad boy.

He just misses his dad.

God knows what this will do to him.

I'm sorry for asking, but, er...

you are divorced, I take it? Oh, yeah.

Four years, last February.

Ann is the official Mrs Lunn now. I'm...