.........well its this way, Inspectre Morose can't figure out who dun it so he orders Sgt.Lewis to convey him to the nearest boozer where Morose consumes large amounts of alcohol then drifts off into a days about his daze at the dreeming towers of Oxford Uni: roasting fags over the roaring log fires in his rooms whilst conducting the Ammadeus Quartet playing Bohemian Rhapsody.

Poor Lewis has to hang around for hours, drinking lemonade & an occasional Red Bull to keep himself awake while Morose enthuses about how similar the characters in the plot resemble individuals in ancient greek legends..........drone..............drone......[German soprano warbling in background]