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There's been some sort of accident.

THURSDAY: It may have been an animal that attacked him.

MORSE: Either there's a tiger roaming Oxfordshire killing people at random, or somebody wants us to think there is.

It can be a pretty grim kind of a calling.

Maybe I like grim.

No one in or out until we know what we're dealing with.

(twig snaps) It's in the trees!

TREWLOVE: It's coming!

"Endeavour," tonight on Masterpiece Mystery!

(thunder) (whimpering) (click) (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ ANNOUNCER: In what appears to be a surprise attack, in the early hours of this morning, Egyptian airfields came under heavy bombardment from Israeli war planes.

There are further reports of fighting between Israeli and Egyptian troops around the town of Rafa.

(whirring) (wolf-whistles) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (camera shutter clicks) TEACHER: El abuelo.

STUDENTS: El abuelo.

TEACHER: La abuela.

STUDENTS: La abuela.

(phone ringing) STUDENTS: La tía.

TEACHER: El sobrino.

STUDENTS: El sobrino.

TEACHER: La sobrina.

STUDENTS: La sobrina.

Okay, Philip.

¿Cómo se llama tu madre?

MAN: Call for Miss Hjort.

The telephone's for school business, not private calls.

("Agnus Dei" from Bach's B-Minor Mass playing) (whispering) (laughs) Where's Ingrid?

She forgot something.

(sighs) (knocking) Morning, sir.

Oh, what's burning?

Breakfast.

The sooner Mom and Joan get back, the better.

From where?

Mom's Aunt Reine.

She's had a turn.

(Thursday coughing) It's just the mornings, he's fine.

Sir?

Morse.

Much in?

Nights have handed over a missing person: Ingrid Hjort.

Danish national, 22.

Au pair to a Dr. Lorenz.

Mm.

What's this?

Lunch.

Oh, you didn't have to do that.

I could have got something from the canteen.

Well, I can't say they'll be up to Mom's.

I'm sure they'll be smashing.

Right, get to it.

Ah, Thursday.

I was just saying to Strange, in light of his promotion, it's not always easy stepping into another man's shoes, especially one so capable and well-admired as DS Jakes.

Yes, sir.

Um...

But I'm sure you'll make a very fine fist of it.

Best foot forward.

STRANGE: Thank you, sir.

TREWLOVE: Morning, sir.

There's a Dr. Lorenz at the front desk.

He says he has an appointment.

Something about a missing person.

BOTH: Send him...

Send him up, would you?

When did you last see her?

Yesterday evening.

She went to night school.

When I saw the boys had not been got up this morning, I knocked at her door.

There was no reply, so I went in.

She wasn't there.

Today would have been her afternoon off.

And who looks after your sons then?

Their grandmother, on my wife's side.

She died two years ago.

Oh.

I'm very sorry.

How long has Miss Hjort worked for you?

A year.

Just over.

Was that through an agency, or...?

No, I know her father.

We work in the same field-- wildlife conservation.

Have you spoken to her parents?

Not yet.

I did not want to worry them prematurely.

Good morning.

The office isn't open to the public until 4:00.

If you want to enroll, you'll have to come back then.

Detective Constable Morse, City Police.

I'm trying to find out if there was a student here last night.

Ingrid Hjort, Conversational Spanish.

Mister...?

Turnbull.

I wouldn't know about that.

Is there anyone who can tell me if she was here or not?

Uh... Mr. Bryden, I suppose.

5C.

I suppose you want me to show you?

If it isn't too much trouble.

I've had these run off from her passport.

When did she go missing?

Not too sure, sir.

But Dr. Lorenz last saw her heading off to night school.

What night school?

Not Applehurst Road by any chance, was it?

It was, actually.

Why?

She came with us to the pub but left after about five minutes.

Said she'd left her purse.

But you expected her to return?

I assumed she would.

To be honest, I don't suppose I gave much thought to it.

I don't suppose you know which way she would have gone when she left the pub?

The same way we came, I suppose, through the park.

What about boyfriends?

As a matter of fact...

There is a lad, a student in my class.

I think they've been out once or twice.

He works as a groundsman at Crevecoeur Hall.

Big place out by Swimford owned by a family called Mortmaigne.

And does he have a name?

Phil.

Philip Hathaway.

Good afternoon.

I'm Detective Constable Morse, City Police.

I'm looking for a Philip Hathaway.

May I introduce my brother?

Guy, this is Mr. Morse.

He's a policeman from town.

Detective Constable Morse.

He's looking for Philip.

Why?

Is he in trouble?

Geoff Craven, our land agent.

No, not so far as I know.

He may be able to help us with our enquiries.

So Mr. Hathaway, nobody has seen her since she left the pub last night.

Right.

It's just that someone said you and she... Me and Ingrid?

No.

Oh?

We went for a drink once, when she first started night school, but it didn't go nowhere.

Anywhere.

What about her employer, Dr. Lorenz?

Did she ever mention him?

I heard her say to Mr. Bryden he's been in a bit of a mood lately.

Trouble with his work, I think.

What are they like to work for, the Mortmaignes?

They've been all right to me.

What about... Craven, is it?

The land agent.

He's Yell's man.

He's not really a land agent.

They just call him that for... Well, something to call him, really.

Bosses me about, mostly.

You don't like that?

Do you?

Thank you.

She had a phone call last night.

It's just come to me.

The caretaker came and got her from class.

What time was this?

About half 7:00, 8:00.

Anything on this missing person?

Morse is looking into it, sir.

But I've been thinking... Sandra Jordan.

Before your time-- June '63.

She was blonde.

Good-looking girl, like this latest.

Sex case.

Attacked on the way home from work half strangled, head injuries, been in a coma ever since.

You think there's a connection?

Her route home from work would have taken her past Applehurst Road Night School-- this au pair's last known destination.

Unsolved, presumably.

Sandra was in my Joan's year at school.

Everything to her parents.

Awful thing to lose a daughter.

Or as good as.

Any child.

But best not get their hopes up.

They're past that, sir.

Her father, at least.

Drank himself to death.

But I made a promise to her mother.

Do you think it's more than just a missing person?

Well, there's no friends or boyfriend she might have stayed with.

Her passport's still at her lodgings.

Why would she abandon her charges?

All taken together, I don't think it looks promising.

Sandra Jordan.

Attacked 5th of June, '63.

Four years to the day.

See if there's something else that strikes a... (coughing) That str... (coughs) Shall I fetch someone?

(gasping): No, don't.

(coughing) Bastard!

What did they say at your check-up?

They said I'm fine.

You didn't go, did you?

Don't you start.

I get enough of that at home.

I have a lump of metal rattling about.

What do you expect?

Just catches me the wrong way once in a while is all.

You want something to mither about with that bloody great brain of yours, see if you can't find something useful on the Sandra Jordan case.

Something that connects her to Ingrid Hjort, maybe.

And Morse... Not a word of this to Mrs. Thursday or Joan, all right?

(whirring) (steady breathing) ♪ He was once a true love of mine ♪ ♪ Are we going to Scarborough Fair?

♪ ♪ Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme ♪ ♪ Remember me... ♪ (laughter) (laughter) Hey, wait!

If you want me, you're gonna have to catch me!

(panting) (groans) (laughing) (groans) (twigs snapping) (rustling) (waltz music playing) Mr. Turnbull?

Give you a jump, did they?

Shrunken heads.

What's all this?

Taxidermy?

It's a hobby.

Don't you need a warrant to come poking?

It's about Ingrid Hjort.

She's not turned up yet, then?

Not yet.

The thing is, she came back here Monday night, or at least left the pub with the intention of coming back here.

Thought she'd forgotten something.

Her purse, Mr. Bryden thought it might have been.

Well, I never saw her.

Are you sure?

You might have been in another part of the building, mightn't you?

I locked up soon as the last had gone.

Went to Working Man's on Ward Lane.

So she couldn't have got in even if she wanted to.

Someone also said that she received a phone call here.

A personal call.

They said you came and got her.

Oh.

That's right.

Yeah, I forgot.

Yeah, I have so much to do, it must have slipped my mind.

Was it a man or a woman?

Man.

Local, or well-spoken?

I can't remember.

I just took a name and came and fetched her.

What about this purse?

Did you find one?

I'd have said if I had.

That might have slipped your mind too.

How long was it you said you worked here for?

Two years.

You weren't here in '63, then?

No, I wasn't.

The park closes about 9:30.

We ring a bell half an hour before the gates are locked.

(music playing) Oi!

No radios, by order!

It's a family park, it's not a monkey house!

Go on, before I fetch a bucket of water.

(sighs) They could do with a good wash. (laughs) Long hair.

Can't tell the boys from the girls these days.

National Service, that's what they want.

There's no chance she would have got stuck in the park?

I'm sure I'd have seen her.

A blonde, you say?

Mm, quite striking.

She'd have had an accent.

Danish.

I didn't see a soul.

Sometimes get one or two, maybe doze off and miss the bell, but not Monday night.

So what did the policeman want?

Someone I know slightly, she's gone missing.

Oh, someone you know slightly.

All the lingo now, eh?

Proper English gentleman.

Don't get ideas, boy.

I see how you look at her.

You know bloody well who.

Whom.

Don't push it.

You bring the police around here, you'll be out, boy.

Out.

You mind your place.

There was another young woman-- Sandra Jordan.

She was attacked the first week of June '63.

She was a blonde, like Ingrid Hjort.

First week, you say?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I was off that week.

Porthcawl.

We had a caravan there.

Dolly, my wife, rest her soul, she was very fond of the seaside.

So it all passed me by, I'm afraid.

Except what I read in the papers.

Well, I'd be grateful for a list of all of your employees-- groundsmen and so forth-- and if you could highlight any that were working here then.

If you think so, but they've all been thoroughly vetted.

The route Sandra Jordan took home from work every evening is almost identical to that most likely taken by Ingrid Hjort, insofar as it took them both past the park and the night school.

And it was the 5th of June that Sandra Jordan was attacked-- the same date Ingrid Hjort was last seen alive.

Anything from the night school?

Nothing from her tutor Bryden, nor the caretaker Turnbull.

Yet.

This classmate Philip Hathaway, groundsman at Crevecoeur.

Fined and bound over in March for a breach of the peace.

Pub brawl.

(phone ringing) Morse.

Hm?

(phone ringing) Morse.

Anything on this phone call she received?

I've spoken to the GPO, sir, and the only call that went through to the night school after half 7:00 was made from a phone box on The High.

All right, well, keep me apprised of any developments.

Gentlemen.

Sir.

There's something down by the river, sir.

Sounds like it might be a drowning.

Ricky what?

Parker.

Was he a college boy?

Town, I think.

But I only met him last night.

We went out for a swim and I thought he was coming with me, but he didn't.

And by the time I got back to the bank, he wasn't there.

Did you look for him?

One of the punts was gone.

I thought maybe he'd gone back to town.

When we took all the rest back first thing, the hire man said they were still one short.

And this is where you left him?

Yes.

I mean, I think so, but it was dark.

You know, I just wondered whether he might have come in after me and...

...I don't know, got into difficulty.

Why?

Had you been drinking?

Well, I wasn't drunk.

(blowing whistle) Better stay back.

Don't come any closer.

What is it?

THURSDAY: So where's the rest of him?

MORSE: God knows.

STRANGER: Axe, do you think?

Maybe.

Is there a Morse here?

Yes-- DC Morse.

Professor Kemp-- home office pathologist.

Something wrong?

No.

We expected Dr. DeBryn, that's all.

Fly fishing on the Tay, I believe.

You have a body for me?

Yes.

Just the arm, is it?

So far.

Yes, well... Drowned, most likely.

Drinking, was he?

Boat comes through, propeller hits the body, takes the arm off.

You sure?

His girlfriend thinks he more likely went in down river.

Hard to see how the arm would have washed up here against the current.

Well, she's mistaken, clearly.

I'll run a diatom test, naturally, but in my considered opinion, you're looking at a drowning, and that's what my report will say.

Good day!

Right.

Get a diving team out.

Let's see if we can find the rest of him.

Sir.

You all right to finish up?

Yes.

The pathologist wasn't long.

Mm.

You okay?

Bit of a shock?

That's life in a blue suit.

Police?

Seems an unexpected choice for someone like yourself.

What is someone like myself?

I don't know.

Bright, I suppose.

And what are bright girls supposed to do?

Marry well?

Oh, I...

I just meant it can be a pretty grim kind of a calling.

Maybe I like grim.

Doesn't feel right.

No.

No, it doesn't.

LORENZ: Is there any news about Ingrid?

She's reported as having said you've been in a bit of a mood lately.

I have been?

Something to do with your work, perhaps?

Some specimens were mislaid in the laboratory, but that's all.

What kind of specimens?

Urine, in the main.

I am conducting a study into the neurobiology of chemical communication in mammals.

A dog, for example, cocks its leg against a lamppost.

We're looking at the composition of what it leaves behind, what chemical information might be contained in such material.

(phone ringing) Would you excuse me a moment?

Yes?

Yes, he is.

Inspector?

A Detective Sergeant Strange.

THURSDAY: I didn't want to say anything in front of him in case it goes nowhere, but we've a sighting of a woman answering Ingrid Hjort's description just after 9:00 the evening she went missing.

Where?

Just along from the night school.

Witness is a Mr. Gregory.

Pools collector.

He was doing his rounds.

He saw a woman he took to be Ingrid standing at the curb.

Car pulled up, she got in.

Don't suppose he got a registration?

Strange is running it now.

Oh, and when you're done here, Strange says there's a bird watcher gone overdue.

A bird watcher?

Dr. Moxem from Wallasey College.

Went up to Wytham Woods at the weekend.

Had a tutorial yesterday and never turned up.

Go and take a look-see.

That's a job for County, I'd have thought.

They asked if we'd anyone spare.

Oh, and that's me, is it?

Division of labor.

They also said... Go stomping round the forest looking for lost bird watchers?

Wytham is pretty big.

He could be anywhere.

Well, if anyone can find him, you can.

STRANGE: Mr. Hodges.

You were seen in your car that evening.

Where were you going?

HODGES: I was on my way to the off-license.

I like a drop of pale ale with my tea.

Well, they had run out.

So I thought I'd take back the empties, get a couple of bottles, you know.

She flagged me down.

She flagged you down?

She looked upset.

I'm not one to ignore a damsel in distress.

That's not how I was brought up.

So you pulled over.

Yes.

I wound my window down, asked her if she was all right.

She said she'd lost her purse and didn't have the bus fare.

I felt sorry for her, so I said I'd run her.

Why didn't you just give her the fare?

I don't know.

I just said it.

It was a lovely evening-- a little run out.

Run out?

Where?

Home, she said.

Where was that?

Specifically.

Oh, uh... Out at Wytham Woods.

(birds chirping) It's not mine.

If you were planning on sending throughout the kingdom to know whomsoever the shoe will fit.

I saw you up at the house yesterday.

Yes.

You're the police.

Well, I'm one of them.

Julia.

Mortmaigne.

Morse.

My brother said something about a missing girl.

That's right.

Is that what you're doing here?

Hers?

Possibly.

Oh.

Good luck.

I hope you find her, and that she's all right.

STRANGE: So what, you just left her there?

Dark, wasn't it?

It's where she wanted to go.

She just said thank you, got out of the car.

I drove back into town.

Why didn't you tell DC Morse when he asked if you'd seen her?

I didn't want to get involved, I suppose.

My age, giving lifts to young women...

Sort of thing you read about in the Sunday papers.

I was just being a good Samaritan.

I left her alive and well.

(faint music playing) (music continues) (music stops) A knife's done this.

STRANGE: So, where's Moxem?

The last date in his sketchbook is Monday.

Same day Ingrid went missing.

If Hodges' story is on the level, maybe she came up here to meet him.

Confirmed bachelor, according to the college.

50-odd.

The only birds he had any interest in are the feathered sort.

She must have taken it with her from the pile at home.

Dr. Lorenz, I must ask you, was your relationship with Ingrid Hjort purely that of employer and employee?

You mean was she my mistress?

That's a lot to infer from her borrowing a handkerchief.

Is there any reason you can think of why she had to go up to Wytham Woods at that time of the evening?

None at all.

Did she ever mention a Dr. Moxem to you?

Not to me.

(typewriter keys clacking) THURSDAY: He have any enemies, the Parker boy?

MORSE: None.

Apprentice baker.

Well-liked at his work.

Good son to his parents.

Never in any trouble.

THURSDAY: What do you think happened to Moxem?

Same as happened to Ingrid.

Maybe Moxem heard her being attacked.

Judging by the state of his camp, whatever happened to Moxem took place there.

Maybe it was the other way round.

Maybe she stumbled onto whatever happened to Moxem and whoever did for him went after her.

(grass rustling) Back in a sec, poppet!

(bleating) (growling and barking) (grunting) (dog whimpering) (screaming) This is Moxem's, is it?

(sighs) Anything?

No.

Just birds.

What did you expect to find?

I don't know.

Picture of his murderer, maybe.

You think he's dead?

I don't suppose the divers have turned up any more of Ricky Parker?

No, but a girlfriend at County mentioned something.

A woman called Mrs. Parr.

Her house is near Crevecoeur.

She reported her livestock taken.

You might want to take a look.

♪ ♪ Some sort of animal?

That's what she thought.

But she didn't actually see it?

No, sir.

I just thought it was worth taking a look given what's happened to Ricky Parker, and now the disappearance of Dr. Moxem and Ingrid Hjort out at Wytham.

You think they're somehow connected?

By the river, certainly.

It backs onto Wytham, and Mrs. Parr's cottage is no more than a stone's throw away.

And given the state of Dr. Moxem's camp...

Beast of Binsey, maybe.

(laughs) Come on.

That was doing the rounds when I was up.

Beast of what was it?

Beast of Binsey, sir.

It's a local legend amongst the County boys.

Sheep savaged, else disappeared.

Usually on a full moon.

Or a full bladder.

No, no, no.

This is a dog or something, hm?

Must have been of a decent size, sir, make off with a goat like that.

Well, if there is something out there, you better find a way to prove it.

Sir.

The remains would appear to be those of a well-nourished male in his early 20s.

Left arm severed below the elbow with flesh at the trauma site torn.

And the humerus sheared through with portions of denuded bone remaining.

Well!

This was no punting accident.

It wasn't a boat propeller.

And it wasn't Lizzie Borden.

If I didn't know better, I'd have to say these injuries accord with the bite of a large mammal of the order Carnivora.

Most likely a family Felidae, genus Panthera.

A big cat?

For the love of God.

I'm not saying that's what it is.

I'm saying that's what it looks like.

There's a difference.

I'll have no part of this.

You always were a fool, DeBryn.

Just got word from County.

Farmers have organized some sort of hunt for first thing.

Mr.

Bright wants all hands on deck.

Up for a field trip, Doctor?

In a purely advisory capacity.

Hector!

Where's your brother?

THURSDAY: The locals must have got wind we were up here looking for Ingrid Hjort.

Is there any notion of our supposed quarry?

DeBRYN: Jaguar, perhaps.

Cougar.

They're both crepuscular by habit.

And their favored hunting spots usually tend to center upon a watering hole.

In Oxford?

Ricky Parker was killed around twilight by the river.

Well, whatever it is, I've given orders it's to be shot on sight.

If it's turned from cattle to human flesh, there'll be no going back.

Believe me, I know.

You come across this sort of thing before, have you?

Oh, yes.

Who's this?

Oh, it's Mr. Craven, sir.

He's the land agent over at Crevecoeur.

What's your interest?

The woods back on to the estate.

His lordship asked me to keep an eye on things.

Where was this?

In India before the war, and I was a young subaltern in the colonial police.

Not far from Pankot, where there'd been all that Thuggee business in '35.

Man-eater had been stalking the fire track between Kot Kindri, Tanakpur, picking off villagers, herdsmen.

Children.

Bad girl, altogether.

THURSDAY: What about you, Mr. Craven?

You have much experience in that regard?

Enough to know the only thing you're likely to bag today is a wild goose.

(chuckles) Good hunting.

(horns blowing, dogs barking) (loud, agitated talking) LORENZ: This is a problem.

Someone has stolen from my laboratory.

I think I know who that is.

(dogs barking) All right for water, Constable?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

If we should encounter anything, you stay by me, yes?

So what happened to this man-eater of yours, Chief Superintendent?

Not something I wish to dwell on, Mr. Craven.

I'm sure missy would love to hear about it, hm?

She'd be most impressed.

Not if you don't want to.

No, it's... Well, myself and the local commissioner, McKendrick, tracked it into the Suwar Gadh Ravine.

The tiger had cached its kill in a wallow to keep away the hornets and blowflies, so we staked it out from a machan.

Tree hide, huh?

That's right.

McKendrick took first watch.

He must have fallen asleep.

First thing I knew was this fearful blow to my left arm.

McKendrick was being hauled down the tree with his neck in the tiger's jaws.

Did you get it, sir?

Oh, yes.

I must have blacked out from loss of blood, because I woke up in hospital.

Yes, that was the end of the man-eater of Kot Kindri.

Sounds frightfully heroic.

No, I fear not.

A hero would have saved McKendrick.

(Craven grunts) Tells a good tale, your man, I'll give him that.

If Mr.

Bright said that's how it happened, that's how it happened.

What, him?

You've only got to look at him.

One sniff of a man-eater, he'd be hiding under his desk.

You clearly don't know Mr.

Bright.

I know a man who's all hat and no cattle when I see one.

(loud yelling) (twig snaps) It's in the trees.

TREWLOVE: It's coming!

THURSDAY: Hector Lorenz.

So what was it?

DeBRYN: Death due to massive hemorrhaging.

An ambush predator typically goes for the neck.

No bite marks, as you can see.

He's just been... Well...

Slashed open.

Where the hell could something like that have come from?

Circus, perhaps.

Private zoo.

Though I think it unlikely something like that could roam long abroad without someone seeing it.

If it's not a big cat, what is it?

What else could inflict those kind of injuries?

Three or four hooked blades, perhaps.

Aligned just so.

Unlikely, I know, but...

I'll know more after the post-mortem.

Maybe Craven was right.

Maybe it is a wild goose chase-- for an animal, at least.

First his au pair, now Dr. Lorenz himself.

That's meant.

Intentional.

There's design behind it.

It's not some random act of nature.

Did he say anything?

Give you any idea what had happened?

He was pretty far gone.

"Man-eater."

That's the only thing I could get out of him.

And then he just... Did you see anything?

I just ran.

All right.

Don't distress yourself.

Come on.

BRIGHT: What was Dr. Lorenz doing out there, anyway?

THURSDAY: He'd been up to Crevecoeur, sir, and left his briefcase there.

His lordship sent the boy out there after him.

Why would he go into the woods at all if his business is at Crevecoeur?

THURSDAY: What did Dr. Lorenz want to see you about?

Certain specimens had disappeared from his laboratory.

And what business would that be of yours?

Dr. Lorenz was the Mortmaigne Chair.

The family have donated generously to the university over the years, but lately, we've been funding his research.

Into what?

A breeding program for endangered species.

Exploring the possibilities of artificial insemination.

It's expensive work.

Opening the park will bring in vital revenue.

Opening the park?

I plan to turn Crevecoeur into a natural reserve.

A safari park?

Are there any wild animals at Crevecoeur now?

No.

My parents liked to keep one or two cubs about the place when we were young.

What sort of cubs?

Lion, tiger, cheetah... A panther, once.

But they were all reintroduced into the wild a long time ago.

What's all this?

There's been some sort of accident up in the woods.

It's... Hector Lorenz.

I'm afraid he's been killed.

But he can't be.

I was only talking to him this morning.

What happened?

"An accident"?

We're keeping an open mind, miss, but it may have been an animal that attacked him.

A big cat.

They're mistaken, of course.

George?

George... Perhaps you should see about fetching the officers some tea.

I'm sorry.

I didn't like to get into it in front of George, but there's a reason we got rid of the big cats.

She was mauled quite badly when she was younger by Brutus, one of the Bengals.

A juvenile.

STRANGE: What about escapes?

These cubs.

There's been reports of a wild animal taking livestock for some years now.

The Beast of Binsey?

That's just folklore.

Four legs or two, it was something more than folklore that killed Dr. Lorenz.

It could just as easily have been someone rather than something hiding in the woods to waylay him.

Well, whoever or whatever it was, it's nothing to do with anyone here.

I've made a request of Division for assistance from the territorials to contain the area.

No one in or out until we know what we're dealing with.

Man or beast, too many people have died already.

Sir.

I've got his briefcase.

Uniform found this not far from the body.

It's Park Department issue.

Could be Hodges, couldn't it?

Maybe he used it to bury Ingrid Hjork.

Let's have him brought in.

You better stay and take formal statements from the family, and anyone here that saw him this morning.

We'll talk to Lorenz's colleagues at the science park, see if they can shed any light.

MORSE: It has your father's blessing, the park?

As much as anything.

It's all very well being the spare, but one has to do something with one's time.

How was it you came to send Philip after Dr. Lorenz?

First person I bumped into.

Said he saw him heading into the Heartwood.

And where did you find his case?

I didn't.

Julia did.

I'll need to speak to her.

And Georgina too.

Is that really necessary?

They've both had a lot to cope with, one way or another.

Such as?

Well... George you know about, but... Julia's husband died.

A boating accident on the honeymoon.

I really would sooner you didn't trouble them.

That's what we do, I'm afraid.

What did you make of him?

Dr. Lorenz?

I thought that he was using Guy.

Using my family's money.

It was always going to end badly for him.

We're bad blood, the Mortmaignes.

Rotten, through and through.

Do you count yourself amongst that?

Of course.

I must be bad, mustn't I?

I've been punished enough.

Your husband?

I'm sorry.

Tragic as it was, it was an accident, not divine judgment.

I thought, when I fell in love... ...that it would be some kind of fresh start.

The slate wiped clean.

All sins forgiven.

But there can be no absolution without true contrition.

Why?

What do you need to atone for?

I don't know.

You know, I've tried to be good.

But... Must just be something inside of me.

After she got out the car, I sat there for a bit, watching the sun go down.

And then...

I heard a scream.

It was horrible.

I went to see if she was all right, so I got the shovel out of the boot to protect myself.

Only with the dark and everything, I panicked, I suppose.

I must have stumbled and lost the shovel.

Yeah.

A likely story.

You see, the earl liked to hunt.

That's my business: big game.

Hector Lorenz disapproves, and we never saw eye to eye.

What happened to the Bengal that mauled Georgina?

Destroyed.

A man called Goggins was in charge when she got attacked.

I was in Freetown at the time.

The way I heard it, the earl took them both up to the woods, he shot the tiger, and then he told Goggins he'd get the same if he ever showed his face at Crevecoeur again.

This Goggins, would you have an address for him?

Six years ago.

(sighs) I'll see what I can find.

I know what I heard.

There was someone else out there in the woods.

THURSDAY: Come on.

First, you'd never seen her.

Then when we found out she got into your car, you admit you'd given her a lift.

You told us you dropped her off and drove home.

Now you're telling us you got out of the car and went looking for her with a shovel.

You know what I think?

I think you went after her with your shovel because you didn't plan on making the same mistake you made with Sandra Jordan.

What mistake?

You left her alive.

(laughs) You can't prove any of this.

We will.

Believe me.

(door opens) Have you come to pray?

Uh, not today.

I'm praying for the Holy Land.

They're bombing Galilee.

Does Dr. Lorenz get a mention in dispatches?

He used to come away with us when we were younger.

We all had the most hopeless crush on him for a while.

Me, Julia, even Mummy, which Papa found desperately amusing.

Your brother told me about the, um... the tiger.

You must have been very frightened.

You'd think.

Truth is, I don't remember much about it.

Just being knocked down and feeling wet.

Blood, I suppose.

It only hurt later.

But he didn't mean it.

He was only playing.

Playing?

Of course.

If Brutus had wanted to kill me, he would have.

Besides, it was my fault.

I must have done something.

If you tease a cat, don't be surprised if you get scratched.

We saw very little of our parents after that.

Where is the earl?

Nairobi.

He's happy there.

Mummy lives in Rome to be near to the Holy Father.

You see, it really was my fault.

Daddy had to shoot him.

And he did love Brutus so.

Broke his heart, I think.

Think he really shot it?

Six years ago?

You can't keep a tiger hidden all that time and nobody know about it.

So what about the screams that Hodges heard?

That was Ingrid, wasn't it?

He's lying.

For my money, he attacked Sandra Jordan and did for Ingrid too.

So it was a coincidence that Dr. Lorenz was killed in the same place as his au pair?

Maybe.

Well, what about Dr. Moxem and the Parker boy?

Where do they fit in?

MORSE: There's two possibilities: either there's a tiger roaming Oxfordshire killing people at random, or somebody wants us to think there is.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (knocking) Thought we might have a ponder.

Come in.

THURSDAY: Dr. Lorenz, isn't it?

It's taken from a box of slides I found at his house.

It's a safari he was on with the Mortmaignes.

Craven is there too.

When was this?

It's undated.

Two or three years ago.

Don't mind the, uh... You'll have to get an au pair.

You still think that was the park keeper?

For the women?

Aye, it's him all right.

BOTH: Cheers.

Maybe there's two cases here and one's getting in the way of the other.

I'd wondered that.

Now, Dr. Lorenz's injuries.

If it wasn't a big cat...

Ever heard of the Leopard Man of West Africa?

Didn't come up much down Petticoat Lane, no.

It's a cult.

Reached its height about 20 years ago in Nigeria and Sierra Leone.

Over 100 deaths.

Murders, you mean?

Mm.

Performed by an executioner called the Batti Yelli who dresses in a leopard skin robe and mask.

Then the chosen victim is slashed and mauled to death using a ceremonial steel claw.

You want me to go into Mr.

Bright's office and tell him there's a West African leopard cult operating in Oxford?

No.

But maybe whoever killed Lorenz has read about them, or has some direct knowledge of them.

Or maybe they've been to Africa.

Craven?

Or Guy Mortmaigne.

THURSDAY: Why not the women?

No, I can't see it.

Even with this ceremonial claw, I can't see either of them having the strength to wield it.

Not to inflict the kind of injuries that Dr. Lorenz had.

Oh, I don't know.

But I've got a feeling that somehow Crevecoeur is at the heart of it.

The only thing that appears to be missing from the laboratory is a vial of musk.

There's a chap called Challer in India.

According to the boffins, he's been developing a theory that when a tigress comes into season, she marks her territory by spraying the area with a distinctive scent to show that she's receptive to mating.

And that's this musk, is it?

Well, does it have any commercial value?

Not according to Dr. Lorenz's colleagues.

Purely of scientific interest.

Yes.

That's first-rate work, Constable.

(phone ringing) DS Strange.

Anything further on this Goggins character?

Not yet, sir.

It's his sister's number we got.

She's at work.

We left her a message to give us a call when she got back.

Matey, it's for you.

Bloke called Turnbull.

(door opens) I found this last night, down the back of the ladies' lav.

The money's all there.

Must have fallen out of her pocket or handbag.

We square, then?

Yes.

We're square.

Thank you.

She'd been very upset a couple of months ago in class.

I gave her my number in case she wanted to talk.

And did she?

We met for a coffee in town.

She was having problems with her employer.

What sort of problems?

Some previous au pair he tried to give the brush-off.

She saw him out somewhere with Ingrid and got hold of the wrong end of the stick.

Why was Ingrid upset about that?

She came up to Ingrid in the street and told her she was going to write to her parents and tell them what was going on.

But what was going on?

They were lovers.

But Ingrid was going to call it off.

And it was Dr. Lorenz who telephoned the night school the evening she went missing.

She told me on the way over to the pub.

You should have said something sooner.

Well...

Better late than never.

DC Morse will see you out.

Just got off the blower with the Taffs.

Just thought I'd run Hodges's alibi past them.

That first week in June '63, he was supposed to be in Porthcawl with his wife.

There was a fire at the caravan park late May.

Place was closed for safety reasons.

Right.

No empties.

Did you make the off-license?

You told DI Thursday when you bumped into Ingrid you were taking back some empties.

No.

No, I forgot all about it.

Would have been too late by then anyway.

Old Tom was chiming 10:00 by the time I got back into town.

Which off-license was it?

Marshall's.

On the Banbury Road?

Yes, what of it?

What DC Morse is getting at is that it was an odd route you were taking from the park to Marshall's.

MORSE: To have bumped into Ingrid, you would have had to have been traveling in the opposite direction to where you wanted to go.

Look, you can twist it any way you like.

I didn't touch her.

And there's no way you can prove that I did.

Can't prove it.

Can't prove it.

Can't prove it?

Can't prove it?!

Sir, sir!

Get off!

Get him off me!

Come on!

Come on!

All right, all right!

I'll tell you whatever you want to know!

Get him out of here!

BRIGHT: Has he said anything?

No.

(sighs) Should have seen it coming.

He's not been right since Blenheim Vale.

Hodges has put his hands up to it.

He admits attacking Sandra Jordan.

What about Ingrid?

The FME is getting him patched up now.

Why?

He was laughing at us.

I've had 30 years of bastards like that grinning and getting away with it.

Well, not this time.

Could have been my Joan in that hospital bed.

Strange found evidence at his hut.

A pair of knickers with Sandra Jordan's initials written on the wash tag.

Length of rope in his glove compartment.

You could have had him, clean and by the book!

There are no bad men, Thursday.

Only bad officers.

Hodges fell down the steps on the way back to his cell.

Sir... That'll be my report.

There isn't a man in the station who will gainsay it.

But you need to get home, you need to rest, you need to keep your check-ups.

There's nothing they can do, they told me.

It's too close to the heart.

Listen...

I'm all right day to day... We've managed to bring Goggins's sister to ground.

We've got an address for him.

(flies buzzing) We sure this is it?

This is Goggins' last known address, according to his sister.

Sir?

Sir.

Goggins?

It's Goggins, all right.

He's had a tiger here.

It's hardly big enough to house a dog in.

Poor creature must have been driven half-mad.

He's come out to feed it and forgotten to latch the door properly.

Ingrid was wearing something like that, wasn't she?

The tiger's dragged her back here.

What it could carry.

Why the hell would you want to keep a tiger in here?

How could he afford to feed it, for one thing?

I don't think he did.

I think he was keeping it for someone who could afford it.

That vial of musk taken from the animal research center, that's somehow part of it.

All of it, I think.

Man-eater.

We've strong reason to believe that the animal that killed Ingrid Hjort, Dr. Lorenz, and others is the same that your father kept here at Crevecoeur.

On what evidence?

On the evidence of the declaration of a dying man.

Someone with moments to live and no reason to lie.

Dr. Lorenz.

I spoke to Hathaway.

The only thing Lorenz said was "man-eater."

Hector Lorenz was Ecuadorian.

I think in extremis, he reverted to his native tongue.

What Philip heard him say wasn't "man-eater."

It was "manita."

Which is Spanish for "little sister."

I think he meant your little sister.

Georgie?

I think Georgina was in love with him.

I can't say for certain what passed between them, but I think the key point is her affections went unrequited.

THURSDAY: We think she'd taken to following him to find out who he was involved with romantically.

There was a scene outside of his work with a young woman his colleagues took to be a former au pair.

I suspect if we were to put her in a lineup, Dr. Lorenz's colleagues would soon pick out Lady Georgina as that young woman.

THURSDAY: Your sister discovered that not only was the animal that attacked her still alive, but that Dr. Lorenz was using it as part of his research.

I think she planned to use the tiger to exact her revenge, only Goggins got careless and the animal escaped.

It looks as if it was your sister stole the tigress musk and dosed Dr. Lorenz's handkerchief with it in the hope that it would bring the animal to him.

THURSDAY: But Ingrid Hjort borrowed it.

Unfortunately, she fell foul of someone who brought her out of Wytham.

Hello there.

Would you like me to give you a lift?

Whatever musk remained on the handkerchief brought the tiger to her.

It also looks as if the doctor made the connection that it was your sister who stole the vial of musk from his laboratory.

(sighs) That's what he came to say the day he died.

I thought it sounded insane.

Is she at home?

I believe she's down by Tiberius's memorial.

I'll fetch her.

You better call in a van-- scene of crime.

We'll want firearms too, if it comes back.

I'll need to use your telephone.

There's no chance this is all some ghastly mistake?

We found a bag up at Goggins' place, presumably soaked in this musk in an attempt to bring it back.

All the same, how do you know that Georgie put it there?

The rag was tied in place with red wool, the same red wool I saw her with when I first came here.

CRAVEN: Red wool, you say?

Yes, why?

You must come with me now, Lady Mortmaigne.

I believe you know why.

There's more like this up at the woods.

Thought it was just a game you guys were playing.

Maybe she was trying to lure it back to the estate.

It's here.

What?

In the maze.

Then we've got it cornered.

My God.

Julia's in there with Milo.

I'll get a rifle.

Two!

Wait here.

Tell Inspector Thursday what's going on.

(baby stroller squeaking) (faint squeaking) (baby crying) It's okay...

It's here.

It's here, it's in the maze.

Julia's there.

Her boy's there too.

Get in the car.

You stay with her.

You wait for Thursday.

I've seen him.

This is my business, Guy.

It's my sister.

(breathing nervously) (leaves rustling) (sirens ringing) (leaves rustling) Smart cat.

(growling) (gunshot) BRIGHT: When armed support arrives, I want two men on each exit.

Nothing on four legs gets out alive, yes?

Carry on.

Stand hard, Constable.

Keep with Sergeant Strange.

He's the best man in a pinch.

Strange?

Sir.

Sir, you're not going in?

Our friends are in peril of their lives.

They'll not fail us.

No more should we fail them.

What's happened?

I heard a shot.

Shh, shh!

Just stay close by me.

(growling softly) (hammer clicks) (hammer clicks) (hammer clicks) (shouts) Get back!

Get back!

Yah!

Get back!

Whoa, boy!

Oi!

Where do you think you're going?

Come on.

(sobbing softly) (growling) (baby crying) (roaring) When it jumps, you run.

What?

When it jumps, you run!

Morse!

(gunshot) Julia!

All right?

(retching) Morse?

Is he hurt?

THURSDAY: No, sir.

Touch of shock is all.

Damn shame.

What a magnificent creature.

You had to, sir.

It was Morse or the tiger.

Of course, of course.

A damn shame all the same.

Sir.

Right-o.

No harm was done then.

That's the main thing.

Nothing to worry about.

(crying) Carry on.

I'd always loved him, you see.

Even as a girl.

From the moment I saw him.

He spurned your advances.

Not at first.

Only when he saw what Brutus had done to me.

I thought I could win him over.

I'd wait outside his house, visit him at the lab, and then... You saw him with Ingrid Hjort.

I think I could have taken even that.

I mean, it was obvious what they were to one another.

No.

It was when I followed him to Goggins'.

Something snapped when I saw that the tiger was still alive.

THURSDAY: You broke into the lab, took the tigress musk, doused Lorenz's handkerchief with it.

I thought the next time he went to Goggins' place that Brutus would attack him.

THURSDAY: But the tiger broke free.

There was no way you could control him.

I just wanted him to see what it was like.

Just for a moment.

That fear.

I never meant anyone should come to harm.

I just meant to scare him.

If he could have understood, then maybe he could have loved me.

♪ ♪ I'm not sorry about Hodges.

Only that you stopped me.

You're better than that.

Once, maybe.

Had a sergeant to keep me on the straight, see?

You've got Strange.

I'm not sergeant material.

No, you're inspector material.

But there's no shortcut.

I'll help you fill in your application.

It's already in.

I sit it at the end of the month.

Thought it would be a surprise.

Only surprise is you pulled your finger out.

Sweet dreams.

It's why we fight.

Drink, then?

After today, several.

Gotta make the most.

Last night of freedom.

Mrs. Thursday's back, is she?

Tomorrow.

Longest six days of my life.

"And on the seventh, he rested."

Next time on Masterpiece Mystery!

THURSDAY: Word is the Matthews brothers have been planning something big.

MAN: You're coming for us, are you, Fred?

Well, you better come carrying.

All right, nobody move, this is a robbery!

THURSDAY: Where's Morse?

I don't know-- can't get hold of him.

What are we gonna do?!

"Endeavour," next time on Masterpiece Mystery!

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