the complaint?

And about whom?

I was just helping her down from a ladder.
She said you grabbed her breast and made a lewd comment.
It's just a misunderstanding.
She had big knockers, you know, proper Hindenburgs.
Anyway, she spun around on this ladder, and one of those things collided with my hand,
and all I said was, so as not to embarrass her, I just made light of it; I said, "Well, you don't
get many of those for the pound, do you, love?"
And that didn't improve the situation?
Oh, did it buggery?
It was a joke, man.
Only she didn't see the funny side, did she?
And made a mountain out of a molehill.
But what do you expect?
These bloody Matildabeests.
Stuff they fill their heads with these days.
Card carrying members of the comfy shoe brigade, that's what they are.
And where were you last night, for the record?
Well, I wasn't on the towpath giving Petra Cornwell what for, I can tell you that.
It's awful what happened to her.
Truly.
I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, but... nothing to do with me.
Sir?
Sturgis's lawyers have called for the case to be dismissed, and for his immediate release.
Neither Division nor the Crown will oppose the request.
(chuckles sardonically) Today... of all days.
Sir?
(inhales) My wife returns from the United States.
Any news on how the treatment went, sir?
Well, it was experimental, but, uh... we're hopeful.
It is him, sir.
That's not how Division sees it.
We have to face the facts, Thursday.
We got it wrong.
Desperately, hideously so.
We got it wrong, and the Towpath Killer remains at large.
I've lost my job, my livelihood.
My name's been dragged through the mud.
The police knew I hadn't done it, but they went through with this whole charade.
Do you mean to take action against them?
I've spoken to my solicitor, Mr. Vholes, and he's advised me that I'm reserving my position.
And what makes me sick is that while they had me locked up in prison, the real Towpath
Killer has been free to strike again, and that's unforgivable.
I just hope they catch him this time.
Thank you.
REPORTERS: Mr. Sturgis... (reporters shouting questions indistinctly) He's not wrong.
But you were.
The boyfriend of the first victim?
He always seemed too obvious to me.
Mm, and he had an alibi.
So I've been told.
Your freak accidents, it's a no go, I'm afraid.
People have accidents, people die.
What do you want me to say?
I don't know, that I'm not going mad.
That there's something to my story.
That you haven't given up.
Have you?
Given up?
I don't think you're going mad.
Well, that's a relief.
Because I think I've found more.
So I started to wonder if it was something just happening here in Oxford, or if there was
something further afield.
And?
And I turned up nearly a dozen fatal accidents in Dover and Uttoxeter in the past year.
Off your patch, I thought it might be worth a look.
This is Oxford, though.
I was at the inquest.
A Mr. and Mrs. Jones.
They'd only had the balcony painted a week or two before.
MORSE: Did anybody see him fall?
The wife.
She was crossing to the car, just below, he came out onto the balcony to wave her off.
It gave way.
Insurance found the bolts had rusted through.
They had no reason to think it wasn't an accident?
Well, I can't imagine they'd have paid out otherwise.
Oh, why?
Did she get much?
He left her looked after, but it'd be a different story if it had been her who fell.
How's that?
Their son had got into debt, so she sold her life policy without telling her husband.
Right.
And if she'd gone off the balcony, then Mr. Jones wouldn't have earned a thing.
Not a sous.
Right.
♪ ♪ (dog barking, children playing nearby) (knocking) (door handle slowly turning) Miss
Tate?
I wondered if, uh, I might talk to you for a moment?
(latch opening) I went to the Working Men's Club, they said you were no longer there.
I couldn't.
Not after everything.
You were very brave.
No.
I'm bad luck.
No, I'm sure that's not the case.
I wondered if I might have a word with you.
Yeah.
(shuts door) I just wanted to ask you about what happened with Molly Andrews on the
towpath at New Year.
You didn't see anything... No.
...with Tony?
No.
I said.
I just want to put all that behind me.
What about the second girl?
Bridget Mulcahy.
Did you see anything?
Anything at all?
I just... just want to be left alone.
Please.
Another girl was killed on the towpath last night.
Did you see something?
There's nothing I can tell you.
All right.
Okay.
I'm sorry to have troubled you.
What's in there?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Please don't.
Don't go in there, please.
Please don't.
It's all right.
It's all right.
(breathing heavily) What is it?
Is that what you see?
I thought if I could get it out... out of my head, it would stop.
But it hasn't.
And what's the tin foil for?
To keep it trapped.
"It"?
Him.
(shuddering) Who is he?
He comes when I'm not looking.
I can smell him first.
Like a... burning smell.
Then I'll catch him out of the corner of my eye.
But if you turn too quick, he disappears.
I know he's not there.
He can't be.
But he must be, mustn't he, if I can see him?
What, can you see him now?
(whimpers) Miss Tate, there's nobody there.
(loud roar, Jenny cries out) It's all right.
It's okay.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
There's nobody there.
(whimpers) There's nobody there.
(exhales sharply) There's no one there.
(shudders) I'm really concerned about your well-being.
I don't think you should be here alone.
Is there anybody I could call?
A family member or... No, no, no.
No, there's nobody.
Please don't tell anyone about this.
I don't want doctors.
They've put me away before, and I know what those places are like.
Please.
(whistling bird call) (bird chirps) There, now.
There.
(cat mewls) Get out if it before you get my toe up your arse.
Getcha!
(alarmed cry) (bird chirping) All right, all right.
It's all right.
We grew up in a big pub.
Huge.
On the corner of the street; four floors.
On Sundays, in the afternoons after closing, Cousin Kevin would have us all play hide and
seek.
Only "I Like Necks" he called it.
'Cause if he got you, he'd hold you down and pin a big fat, wet raspberry on your neck.
Making out it was all a big joke and a game.
I don't think it was, altogether, a game.
Not to him.
He'd count to a hundred, and we'd all run off and find somewhere to hide.
I hid in my aunt's wardrobe once, and it was all fur coats and that.
Stoles you call them?
Ones made out to look like foxes or some other animal.
Their paws hanging down.
Glass eyes and wire.
There was this handbag smell, stale.
Perfume and lipstick and old sweets mixed up with mints and cigarettes.
Hello?
Let me out.
JENNY (voiceover): Somebody must have shut the door and turned the key because...
I couldn't... And I screamed and screamed and screamed till I was gasping.
(inhales) I must have inhaled a feather or some fur 'cause...
I sucked it in gasping and I... (shuddered breath) ...couldn't breathe.
Next thing I... ...wake up in my bed, and it's gone tea time.
I can hear them in the bar downstairs opening up.
Must have fainted.
Or had one of my turns that I have.
Where is he now?
Kevin?
Dead.
They all died.
There was a fire.
I was the only one to get out.
A fireman found me, but... everyone else died.
(door closes) There.
There now.
Oh... Oh, I'm happy to be home.
I have missed you, Puli, so much.
And I you, my dear.
And I you.
Was it very bloody?
Desperately.
But Dr. Schneider says the indications are good.
The X-rays show shrinkage in both lungs.
He's hopeful the treatment may have triggered some kind of remission.
That's wonderful news, my dear.
Just... just wonderful.
(both laugh) (cheerful melody playing on TV) (music stops) (indistinct voices on TV) (TV
chatter continues) Fred...
I warned her.
That's the thing of it, I warned her.
Warned who?
Bridget.
A day or two before it happened, I was down the towpath she was gonna meet her
boyfriend...
I got talking to her.
Told her she shouldn't be walking on her own down there.
Should have stuck to my guns from the off.
Well, why didn't you?
People thought different.
What people?
(opera music playing) LUDO (voiceover): Sorry, I should have called.
Not at all, not at all.
Is everything all right?
Yes.
Do you have something to drink?
Of course.
Wine or...
Whiskey, if you've got it.
Yes.
What's all this?
Oh, um, that's work.
Looks very gruesome.
Catalog of bizarre accidents?
MORSE: Well, maybe.
Maybe not.
If they're not accidents, then we have something very sinister on our hands.
So, what is it?
What's wrong?
Oh... (sighs) You're my friend, aren't you?
I mean, I like to think so.
I need your help.
Advice.
About what?
My wife.
It's mad, I know, but she's... these past few months...
I think she's seeing someone; someone else.
♪ ♪ What gives you reason to think that?
She's been...
I don't know.
(flicks lighter) Since we got back from Monte, something's changed.
(opera music continues) But you were in Antibes over the summer.
How was that?
Twin beds.
She says I snore.
I don't snore.
Well, have you spoken to her about it?
(sighs): I'm afraid.
What does one say?
Well, I'm afraid I'm...
I'm the last person you should ask about this.
(awkward chuckle) I'm sure it'll be all right.
Give her some time to think about things.
You know, give her some space.
Yes.
Yes, perhaps you're right.
Thank you.
You're a good friend, Morse.
♪ ♪ (car door closes) (engine starts) TEACHER: Carry on, girls.
A few more laps.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ STRANGE: Aye-aye.
Looks like I might've gotten you out on a wild goose chase, mate.
Accident.
Right, Doc?
Looks that way.
She's come up the library ladder for something, to the top of the bookcase, She's reached
for whatever she's reached for.
The ladder slipped... (woman cries out) ...and she's fallen and struck her head on the bust.
Just a freak accident?
I noticed the brake on the casters appeared somewhat unreliable.
Time of death?
About midnight.
And everything was just as you found it, was it?
Exactly as you found it?
Yeah.
Why?
MORSE: Does she have any family that we can inform?
JULIET: Both her parents are gone, and, uh, she was an only child, unmarried.
So I believe she made provision for her estate to come to the college.
MAGDALENA: There won't be much.
Her house is heavily mortgaged, and whatever insurance and savings she had went on the
deposit.
How's that?
She redeemed a couple of policies-- life and annuity-- to make what she had to put down on
the house.
Is there any news on Petra?
Oh, I'm afraid not.
Well, whoever he is, he's taken his last Matildabeest.
If you can't keep us safe, the village will defend itself.
Uh, I wouldn't advise taking matters into your own hands.
We'll do whatever we have to, but I swear, no more of us will die.
Morse!
What's all this?
There's, um, there's been an accident.
A-A fatal accident.
What are you doing here?
We have an appointment with the bursar to discuss a charity concert for Ludo's foundation.
Ah.
But perhaps this isn't the best time.
Sir.
Um, Detective Chief Inspector Thursday, this is Mr. and Mrs. Talenti.
Ludo, please.
Ludo?
That's right.
Like the game.
It's short for Ludovico, but yes, exactly that.
And what are they to do with here?
Uh, nothing, sir.
Mr. and Mrs. Talenti are just friends of mine.
They're here to see the bursar.
Well, if you'll excuse us.
Detective Chief Inspector, Morse.
It was lovely to meet you.
Madam.
Well?
An accident, apparently.
She fell from a ladder whilst reaching for a book.
So, where does "apparently" come in?
The lights were off.
Hard to look find a book in the dark, I'd have thought.
You think someone turned them off after she'd fallen?
No, I think it's one of Dorothea Frazil's freak accidents.
We've been through that.
There's nothing there.
Just as likely, whoever found the body or whichever uniform was first on scene, not that
you'd get them to admit it, but it happens.
Well, it shouldn't.
Well, it does.
You can't build a case that someone's going round Oxford killing random strangers out of
one light switch not being on.
Anything from the towpath?
No.
Matter of fact, I think we've probably got enough bodies on that.
I spoke to McNutt.
He's got a spot on his firm comes free after Christmas.
Wait.
You're taking me off the towpath case?
Yeah.
(laughs softly) Well, there we are.
Ah, well, you can't.
If you want to catch him, then you need me.
I need someone I can stand on.
I am a bagman, not a yes-man.
I'm here to keep you on the straight and narrow, and tell you when I think you're barking up
the wrong tree.
That is my job.
Not anymore.
I'm appointing Siddle bagman.
You're off, I need to get someone else house-broken.
No time like the present.
Right.
♪ ♪ (indistinct pub chatter) "Misanthrope."
30 across, 11 letters.
"Like Scrooge, he rouses phantom's ire."
I was saving that.
No, you weren't.
You were stuck.
Anything more from the bundle I gave you?
(speaking indistinctly) Well, I've been going through Dover and Uttoxeter, but I've just
come from Lady Matilda's.
I think we've got another one.
Dr. Nancy Deveen.
Fallen from a ladder.
(Dai laughs) That pub fire I called you about, did you get anything?
Uh, nothing that mentioned a Jenny Tate.
I did find a report from 1949.
The Wolf's Head at Watlington.
Three children-- two girls and a boy, orphans-- living with an aunt, an uncle, and a cousin.
What happened?
All killed, bar one of the little girls: Phyllis Linden.
Suspicion was that she had set the fire.
Charges were never brought, but she was found to be severely disturbed and... put away.
Yeah.
Well, she could've changed her name, I suppose.
Wouldn't you?
Anyway, it's all in there, everything I could find.
Now if you'll excuse me... Mm.
I'd better get over to Lady M's.
Keep me posted.
Right.
I will.
Thank you for this.
(birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (whistling "Molly Malone" in distance) (grunting, groaning) Come on!
Come on, ladies!
Murderer!
Bastard!
Don't let him get away!
(shouting) (horn honking) (tires screeching, loud thud) (engine idling) (engine stops)
(closes door) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (exhales) BRIGHT (voiceover): Who is he?
Man called Clemens, sir.
David Clemens.
Works at the Morris plant.
Keep-fit fanatic.
Clemens.
Why does that name seem familiar?
He found the first body.
Or so he claims.
Molly Andrews, the barmaid.
His flat is a virtual museum to the crime.
Newspaper cuttings all over the place.
How is he?
In a coma.
(exhales) Are you all right?
Yes.
No.
I don't know.
It's all just, uh...
I was fine, and then... that whistle.
It must have been the last thing Petra heard.
♪ Now a ghost wheels her barrow... ♪ (humming) (exhales) It's horrible.
(crying) Well, we did it, matey.
I think "we" is stretching it.
Whoever did it, it's done.
"In Dublin's fair city."
That's what Clemens was whistling, according to Dr. Byrne.
"Molly Malone," not "Antonio."
Why do you think that is?
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh, no, you bloody don't.
If he was whistling something else, it's because he changed his tune.
Just go home and get some sleep, all right?
(phone ringing) Morse.
LUDO (on phone): It's Ludo.
I need your help.
Why?
What is it?
What's wrong?
LUDO (on phone): I've booked a table at Augusto's for 1:00 tomorrow.
I'll see you there.
Right.
Right... See you tomorrow.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I see you were on the George Fontayne case.
Boy went missing from Pierton in 1949.
Oh, yeah.
We did a review of it for County ten years on in '59.
Kidnapping, it was assumed, though no note ever came and the kid was never found.
Anyone suspect?
The usual.
Child molesters and the like.
We pulled them in again during the review, but it didn't go anywhere.
What do you think happened?
Somebody took him, most likely.
Or he drowned.
Lots of waterways round there.
And he liked to play out.
Canals and rivers were dragged at the time, but without success.
What's your interest?
Just something I'm looking at.
Thought you'd be down the pub with the rest.
Lukewarm draft and a handful of backside from the typing pool?
No thanks.
Let them enjoy themselves.
We got our man.
We didn't get him.
I don't think there's anything to celebrate.
But I'm sure they'll be rutting in the streets by daybreak.
They don't need any encouragement from me.
Maybe the way they let off steam is a bit loud, a bit vulgar, but at least you can tell they're
alive.
You stand there and you look down your nose at everyone.
You're no better than any of them.
I didn't say that I was.
You don't have to.
It's the way you carry yourself.
Nobody's good enough.
No, there was one person.
But he lost his way.
You've leave outstanding.
Upstairs would like you to