Morse is drinking the last sip of his morning tea, when the phone rings.

"Morse." He says into the receiver.

"Down to the nick, Matey. Letter came for you. From Mountbatten."

Ten minutes later, Morse walks into the nick, and Strange hands him the letter:

D.C. Morse,

You are invited to an evening of networking at the Doomsday Inn.

Your presence is expected.

We have accepted this invitation on your behalf.

8:00 pm - Cocktails

9:00 pm - Meeting, Grand Hall

Black Tie

Your Future Fellow Mason,

Sir Alistair Mountbatten

"What is this?" Morse grunts. "Ridiculous. I'm not going."

"That's what I told Strange." Thursday interjects.

"It isn't an invitation. It's a summons. You have to go." Strange replies.

"Like hell I do. Miss Thursday is in a coma because of those imbeciles. I want nothing to do with their sophomoric games and stunted intellect."

"This is our chance to take them down, Matey. I've heard them talking in the hall when they thought I was in the pub. They mean to kill you but first they want to torture you by coercing you to join the lodge. I have been doing surveillance, and have a plan."

Morse looks at Thursday and asks "Sir, what do you think?"

"Time to make them pay. Bring them all down, and sign off on this for good."

As the grandfather clock chimes 6:00pm Morse and Strange in evening attire enter the D-Day Inn. Alan Burridger walks toward them with an exaggerated smile and aggressive handshake. "Welcome, welcome, boys."

Strange leans into Alan, secretly sharing a club handshake, and says "Hello there, Matey! Nothing to keep you busy between the sheets tonight?

"No, not tonight, Jim, not tonight. Lodge business pending. We are offering to Morse."

"Was I to be included in this decision?" Morse asks, indignantly.

"No decision to be made, Morse. It's done and dusted." Burridger responds.

"Well, what's the hold up? Let's begin this charade."

Burridger looks at Morse. "What, no drink? Not even a single malt?"

"No."

"Well, to the Grand Hall, then. This way, Morse." Morse and Strange Begin to follow but Burridger turns and says "Stand down, Strange. Just for the Top Tier, you know."

"Morse is my matey. I go where he goes."

"Sure, sure, but not at this moment. Give it a half hour, and you'll be up to congratulate."

"You alright with that, Morse?"

"Sure, why not."

Morse and Burridger ascend the stairs and enter the Grand Hall. Seated around the table are Mountbatten, D.I Jacobs from County, and four businessmen Morse does not recognize. Mountbatten calls the meeting to order.

"We are gathered here this evening to indoctrinate D.C. Morse into the lodge. All in favor, designate with an "aye"."

"Wait just a moment. I do not accept. This is lunacy enacted by megalomaniacal boy-men, and I am leaving. Goodnight." Morse stands to leave, but Burridger holds a pistol to his head and says "Have a seat, honored guest. This evening has only just begun."

"What do you want from me?"

Mountbatten stands, walks around the table, takes the pistol from Burridger, holds it closer to Morse's head and says "Your loyalty, or your death. It is your choice."

"Why would you want my loyalty?"

"You know too much, but as a lodge member you cannot divulge. It has been decided to give you one last chance. Choose it now."

"What is it you think I know? Let's hear it."

"Don't play the ignorant with us. You know we released Gull to torture and kill any women close to you. The closer they were, the more devastating their injuries. Your Susan was not available, so we had to improvise. We made certain that Susan Love was tortured before she died. We were saddened to see that the Thursday chit was not completely eliminated. Shame it is just a coma and not death, although that will be tidied up in just a few minutes."

"Nooo! You bastards." Morse jumps out of his chair, and goes for Mountbatten's throat, causing him to drop the gun. Burridger picks it up, ready to aim and shoot, but Strange opens the door, hitting him, and the gun goes flying across the room. Burridger cries out "Strange, matey, stop Morse. He's lost his mind. Shoot him, now!" Strange looks at Burridger, smiles and says "You're no matey of mine, you bloody bastard." He hits Burridger with an upper cut to the jaw, and lower-cut to the kidneys making him cry out with pain and curl up in the fetal position. Policemen flood the room, and Thursday fires a shot into the ceiling, getting everyone's attention.

"Good work Sargent Strange. We got it all on tape. We'll book it into evidence at City, not County, as Jacobs here is a turncoat. It will join the tapes made over the last three days by Sargent Strange. Didn't know we had a recorder under the table, did you now?" Strange retrieves the tape recorder, arrests the lot of them, then frog walks them down the stairs and into the street.

"Sir, is Joan safe?" Morse whispers anxiously.

"Yes. We needed someone we could trust to watch over her, so D.S. Jakes flew in from the States. While watching over Joan he noticed a nurse who was about to give an unauthorized injection. He arrested the nurse and moved Joan to another ward."

"Jakes?"

"Yes. He came on my request. Said how grateful he was for how you broke open the abuse cases at the Blenheim Vale School for Boys. Said he lived with that horror his entire life. You were there for him, spent time in jail, even. Wanted to repay you for breaking the men who perpetrated the abuse, freeing him and the other boys from their silent memories."

Morse looks at Thursday, nods his acceptance of the gesture as they exit the Inn.

The Masons are handcuffed and loaded into squad cars. Thursday shares one last detail "The charter for your lodge has been revoked, and the Masons have disavowed any connection with you and your corruption. They offered Strange a leadership position for uncovering the deciept, but he declined. He told them that once you're a copper, you're always a copper."

Back at the nick, Bright, Morse, Strange, and Thursday listen to the tapes. It is revealed that Alan Burridger was the perpetrator of the rapes, not Gull. It is soon discovered that he had raped female employees at his department store.

Thursday and Morse walk to Burridger's cell to charge him with these knew cases. They open the cell door and discover Burridger dangling from his shoe laces tied to the iron bars of the window.